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Arliss (narrating): For most of us,

the dream of becoming a champion,

remains a fantasy.

(screaming)

But for a special few,

it is very much a reality.

We cheer them,

we live through them.

Athletes are our last warriors.

My job is to make their dreams come true.

(water splashing)

My name is Arliss Michaels,

I represent athletes,

these are my stories.

♪ Don't know what it is that makes me love you so ♪

♪ I only know I never wanna let you go ♪

♪ 'Cause you started something, oh, can't you see ♪

♪ That ever since we met you had a hold on me ♪

♪ It happens to be true ♪

♪ I only wanna be with you ♪

♪ I just wanna be beside you everywhere ♪

♪ As long as we're together, honey, I don't care ♪

♪ 'Cause you started something oh, can't you see ♪

♪ That ever since we met you had a hold on me ♪

♪ No matter what you do ♪

♪ I only wanna be with you ♪

Arliss (narrating): No one knows the inner landscape

of the athlete's mind,

the mental preparation

for the crucial moment of competition.

Where do they go within?

Where do they go to win?

(applause)

Announcer: That puts Penny at 400 for today,

600 for the tournament.

With 36 holes to play,

Penny has a comfortable six stroke lead.

Yeah, yeah!

Bully for Bullock! Bully for Bullock!

Our client is hot, hot, hot!

Hey, Das Boot, what are you looking for?

Real food.

They give away the noisiest snacks.

I took a bite during Karrie Webb's back swing

- and she almost killed me. - C'mon, let's go see Penny.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Penny, you're off to a great start.

This could be the tournament

that gets you in the Hall of Fame.

Shush, don't jinx it, you'll anger the golf gods.

Michelle McGann, you've been on tour 12 years,

you think Penny's ready for the haul?

Doesn't matter what I think.

In the LPGA, you win enough tournaments,

you're automatically in, unlike baseball.

Which is why we don't play baseball, right?

- That, and I couldn't wear my signature hat. - Right.

Well, listen, thank you both and good luck to you ladies.

Thank you very much.

Hi.

Here you go.

Now it'll go straight.

Penny, Penny, Penny, my love,

I might have some very interesting news for you later.

Can you sign this, Penny?

It's for a guy in a wheelchair named Armando.

Oh.

So, I'll call you at the hotel.

I'm not staying at a hotel, I'm staying at Rita's.

Why? I could get you a suite at the Four Seasons.

Arliss, I am on the road 10 months out of the year.

And I stay with friends whenever I can.

And they're all out of town, so, I'm staying with Rita.

Oh, ha-ha. Thanks.

(chuckles)

So, what's up?

Let's just say that soon a Penny Bullock signature

might be worth 150 acres and 18 holes?

Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?

We don't have to do this now, we can talk later.

No, no, no, I want to talk about it now.

- It can wait. - No, it can't wait!

Jake, Jake. I'll see you.

- I am. - You really interested?

- Yes, I do. - You really want to know?

You know, that's a great suit.

You never talk about my clothes, now tell me,

what's up?

I'm meeting with Ted Leonsis later.

He owns the Washington Wizards,

he owns the Washington Capitols.

And let's just say he needs a Hall-of-Famer...

to design your own golf course.

A golf course?

What the hell I need a golf course for?

Ted, you're the marketing genius behind AOL,

big winner,

you own the Capitols, fine young hockey team.

But, you also own the Wizards.

There's where you could use a little help.

That's why I brought in Michael Jordan.

Yeah, but, he's in an office, you want him on the court.

So, if you build a golf course next to the basketball court...

You know, Arliss, that's so stupid, it's genius.

He can work on his short game during halftime.

Exactly!

So, which Hall-of-Famer you gonna get to design it for me?

Nicklaus, Palmer?

- Penny Bullock. - Who?

In 48 hours, Penny Bullock will be going into the LPGA Hall of Fame.

A woman designing a golf course?

C'mon, Arliss, she gonna put a bathroom on every hole?

Ted, think of the PR.

Washington's first female-designed golf course.

PC in DC, that works.

So... we have a deal?

Sure.

But only if she makes the Hall of Fame.

No problem.

Kirby, check this out.

(dramatic music plays)

The year was 1946,

Kid Shaleen, better known as the K.O. Kid

was a raw-boned middleweight.

He could've been champion for a long time.

But, here fate and the mob intervened.

- I never heard of this guy. - It gets better.

Man (on TV): See, Kid went up against Bones La Rue for the title

and Bones had friends in Vegas.

You know the kind, who bet only on sure things.

And that night, Bones was the sure thing.

What are you watching?

Isn't there a ball game on?

Only the Kid didn't care.

He pounded Bones into rosin and won the belt,

but his victory celebration was short-lived, literally,

because the next day they found him,

beaten to death,

his face bearing indentations from that championship belt,

and a ruby lodged in his temple.

That belt, the murder weapon,

was never ever found.

So, Latrell, let me guess, you've got the movie rights.

Oh, I've got even better than that.

Ah!

Holy fuck, where'd you get that?!

I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy.

But, don't worry, he's dead too.

Get that the hell out of here!

Arliss, at great personal sacrifice to myself,

I'm willing to let you take this off my hands

for say, 10k.

Are you nuts?!

Don't look at me.

I got two ex-wives, man.

That's alimony coming out of my ass.

I'll tell you what, $950, huh? $950 out the door.

No, no, no, no!

Arliss, c'mon, baby!

Latrell, that's a murder weapon!

I didn't see it, I didn't see it. Kirby take care of it.

Kirby, for him, $950, but for you, baby boy,

nine even.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's a collector's item.

Get that away! I don't want to see that!

(indistinct chatter)

She's with a guy?

"Enquirer" owes her an apology.

- (dog barking) - (wind chime clanging)

Arliss, what are you doing?

Did you break my wind chime?

- Let me in, I got great news. - Shh!

Just tell her tomorrow, she's already packed it in.

Packed it in? I just saw her.

Penny needs her rest, she's gotta win this tournament.

Okay, spill it, I saw him.

What, him?

Him, the reason you're hemming and hawing, him.

There are no hims, only hers.

She's, us.

Okay, you don't want to tell me anything?

Fine, here.

I do want to tell you something.

You can buy me a new wind chime at Target, thank you.

Uh-uh!

What is that?

That is the left sneaker that Wilt wore

when he scored 100 points against the Knicks.

Yeah, I'd rather have the left sneaker that Wilt wore

when he scored with 100 women after the game.

Look, I, uh, I gotta leave for a couple of hours.

Cover for me?

Oh, I can't.

I gotta take Marion Jones out to lunch.

Where you going?

Airport Hilton.

There's an afro-American sports memorabilia show out there.

I hear someone may be selling the right sneaker.

Ever hear of Kid Shaleen?

Kid Shaleen, 1919 to 1946.

41-0, well, 41-1,

if you count the beating he took with his own championship belt.

How much you think that belt would be worth?

Kid Shaleen's belt?

$15,000, $20,000.

But no one's ever found it.

Would you pay that?

In a heartbeat.

I'd display it, where...?

Hmm, right there.

Right next to my first edition

Joe Frazier and the Knockouts' gold record,

"My Love is like a Knockout Drop."

Why do you ask?

Kekee, where are the cigars?

I'm down to my last Monte Cristo.

The customs agent found my cousin's stash.

The good news is he likes Monte Cristos,

the bad news, they were yours.

Soon! So, when?

Maybe.

May I help you?

Ooh, look at all these celebrities, huh?

You know, once I caught somebody stalking Brad Pitt. Mm-hmm.

They had me on "Entertainment Tonight."

Yeah, the girls in the office loved that.

Although, next time, I will be wearing makeup.

Abe Donovan, U.S. Marshal.

You got a minute?

Look, the cable guy gave me those stations.

You know who this is?

Should I?

Two-bit coke dealer

convicted of of trafficking about 22 years ago,

currently a fugitive from justice.

Wouldn't know him.

Mmm. Think Penny Bullock might?

Penny Bullock?

Mm-hmm.

With a felon?

Penny once gave herself a three-stroke penalty on one hole

and she was playing by herself.

What if the felon was her father?

Her father.

Mmm.

I was scrolling through our open cases,

and lo and behold, Jake Bullock popped up.

Now he's recently been spotted at L.A.X.

Huh.

See, I'm thinking he's in town

to see his daughter make the Hall of Fame.

What do you think?

I think I don't know.

I think I'm gonna catch him this weekend.

Look, if you do,

could you do his daughter a favor and try to keep it quiet?

Quiet? (laughs) Are you kidding?

A collar like this'll get me on Larry King.

Might even get me a book deal.

Say, you know a good agent?

(cackling)

So, there is nothing you can tell me about Jake Bullock?

Sorry.

But I assure you that Arliss Michaels' Management

has always been on the right side of the law.

(inhales deeply)

Mmm, smells good.

Cuban?

Hey, you with the glasses, in my office now!

So, where did you hide Daddy last night,

under the couch?

I don't know what you're talking about.

That was a United States Marshal.

Are you familiar with the term "aiding and abetting?"

I have not been aiding and abetting.

I've been assisting communication.

Assisting communication?

Penny and her father send me mail here,

and then I forward it onto them.

You did what?

Why are you looking so paranoid?

You think that Marshal planted a bug in here or something?

Arliss, this is her father, she adores him.

I don't care. I've got a business to consider.

I adore it.

I was very careful.

I disguised my handwriting, I used plain brown envelopes.

This is over, we are no longer a postal hub.

From this point on, you will never see or assist him again.

Arliss...

Rita, if you wanna go to jail, that's your business.

But you're not taking this office down with you.

Okay, I'm going to meet Zach Thomas now.

Remember, you're picking him up,

Zach Thomas, that is.

$4,800, $4,900, $5,000.

(chuckles) Wonderful.

Yeah.

There you go.

- Kirby, it's a pleasure doing business with you. - Yeah.

Kirby, I was just curious.

I can't talk, got to...

Arliss needs me.

You asked me earlier about that belt.

Do you know where it is?

I have no idea.

Arliss, I'm here!

Shut the door? Sure, yeah, okay.

Hey, Stanley.

Marion Jones!

How's the golden girl of track and field?

Just coming to have lunch with Kirby.

He's taking me out for my birthday.

Happy birthday.

Actually, it was two months ago.

It's taken Kirby a while to get around to it.

He's in with Arliss, I'll go tell him.

Kirby, Marion Jones is here.

Oh, hey!

Marion!

Happy birthday.

Where is Arliss?

Oh, he couldn't make it.

- Before you leave, I have a question for you. - Sorry, we're late.

You know, Kirby, if this is not a good time,

we can have lunch at another time.

No, Stanley's been hanging out at this memorabilia show

and he's kind of wound up.

The show at the airport?

I'm going tomorrow.

Really, you're into memorabilia?

Oh, yeah, medals, trophies, all that championship stuff.

I'm a big collector.

Oh, my.

Let me ask you, have you heard of a guy named Kid Shaleen?

Kid Shaleen?

Are you kidding?

(upbeat music playing)

Okay, Zach, you look great.

Arliss, I'm nervous, what if nobody shows up?

Zach, anyone would be happy to put their money

where your mouth is.

Looks like someone showed up.

Okay, I think I can try this.

(moaning)

Hey, where you going?

If you must know, to the ladies' room.

Would you like to know exactly what I'm going to be doing there?

Yes.

That is just...

Interesting place to meet.

Jake.

A U.S. Marshal's been buzzing around.

He came to the office.

Did you see Penny fade that three wood on the 14th?

It was a thing of beauty.

Yeah, it's pretty amazing.

She just needs one more win.

The Hall of Fame. My little girl.

It means so much to her that you were in the gallery,

but you can't go back.

Like hell.

I'm gonna be there for her.

You're always there for her, Jake.

Even when you're watching her on a TV screen five states away.

It is not the same as being there.

And being led away in handcuffs.

Arliss.

Rita, wait for me outside.

Please.

This is from Penny and me.

Mr. Michaels, I am sorry.

I didn't mean to put anyone in jeopardy.

Well, you have.

Now, take my advice and get the hell out of town.

She is my daughter and I want to see her win.

She is my client and I don't want to see the headlines read

"Penny locks up Hall, Dad just locked up."

Mr. Michaels, you are an agent.

You make deals.

Do you honor those deals?

I try.

I made a deal.

They said turn state's evidence and do two years.

So, why didn't you?

Because the judge reneged and gave me 12.

So, I took off.

Look, I'm not making excuses.

I dealt, I got caught, I fucked up.

I've been paying for it every day ever since.

Look, I sympathize with your situation,

but please, take my advice and go.

I will... after tomorrow.

Good luck.

Mr. Michaels...

you wouldn't consider throwing that Marshal

off the trail, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

Stanley, I can't explain, but if you want Kid Shaleen's belt,

you gotta make an offer now.

There's a rich Wall Street guy who's about to buy it.

Okay, start at $15,000.

Hold on.

(beep)

Marion, the rich Wall Street guy just bid $15,000.

Let's come out of the blocks fast, Kirby, $20,000.

- $20,000, hold. - (beep)

$20,000.

Playing hard ball, eh?

Fine, let's end it. Offer $25,000.

$27,000. $26,000.

$30,000. $29,000.

$30,000? I'm out.

Mr. Wall Street can have it for $30,000.

- (beep) - $32,000.

$34,000.

$35,000 and that's it!

You got it.

I'll bring the belt over now. Have a check ready.

(laughing)

Yes!

Arliss, here are your cigars.

Monte Cristo, Numero Dos.

Ooh! you sure these are legit?

As legit illegals as they come.

Thank you, Kekee.

(inhales deeply) Mmm.

Man (on TV): because the next day they found him beaten to death.

Interesting story about the palooka.

I hope you don't mind my making myself at home.

Look, I've told you everything that I know.

That belt was never found.

Why is it that I find that hard to believe?

Is it that smooth agent style of yours?

Look, I assure you that Arliss Michaels

is a model citizen with the utmost respect for the law.

Good.

So, then, if I look into your other clients'

income tax return, arrest records,

immigration papers...

there won't be anything out of line.

This office is 100% above board.

I assure you I have absolutely nothing to hide.

Hi, boss.

Bye, boss.

Mr. Michaels, you're associated with a...

Miss Rita Wu?

Rita Wu.

Rita Wu?

Your assistant?

Now, we have reason to believe that she's been in contact

with Penny's father.

Oh, Rita Wu.

Yes, yes, yes, I do know her.

Mr. Michaels, I don't think you understand the severity

of the situation.

This is a dangerous criminal we're talking about.

Dangerous criminal.

I mean, c'mon, you said he's a small timer from what, 20 years ago?

What the hell you bother looking for this guy anyway?

I'm looking for him because he's a felon.

You're looking for him because his daughter is famous

and you can grab a headline.

Fine.

You got any other high-profile fugitives?

Boy, you really are a piece of work.

Mr. Michaels, you can either help me get this guy

or I will make life unpleasant for Miss Wu

and your whole operation.

And believe me, I will.

Hey, are you a Dodger fan?

'Cause I got Dodger tickets...

I am not fucking around.

Now, what's it gonna be?

Okay.

I'll give you what you want.

Good.

I was four when he first put a club in my hand.

He'd make me focus by...

humming lullabies

as I would take the club...

back and forth...

down and through.

It's all tempo.

So, by the time I was eight,

I'd made my first hole in one. (chuckles)

I'm sorry I got you involved.

Oh, it's okay, I can handle it.

You know, golf is not a cheap game.

Especially on what a handyman makes.

There's lessons and greens fees

and tournament fees, the equipment.

I didn't know where the money came from.

Frankly, I didn't care.

God, he's 70 years old,

why don't they just leave him alone?

Because you're a name.

Unfortunately that's the price of celebrity.

Sometimes I think he'd be better off in jail.

At least, then I'd know where he is.

That he was okay.

And warm.

And being fed.

I understand.

No, you don't. Luckily, you don't.

This man sacrificed everything for me.

He wants to be there to see me win.

He deserves to be there to see me win.

He can be.

What do you mean?

He can come. The coast is clear.

Arliss, you're not just saying this, right?

He can come? He'll be safe?

You have my word.

It's okay, it's okay.

Arliss (narrating): My clients know I prioritize

what is of immediate importance

and what is of long-term gain.

Announcer: Penny Bullock...

A four-foot putt away from victory and hallowed ground.

(tinkling music)

(whispers) Arliss, isn't this exciting?

♪ ♪

Arliss, that's the Marshal.

Don't move.

He's moving towards Jake, do something.

- Shut up! - You sonuvabitch, you set him up.

Yes!

(applause)

Arliss, what just happened?

What happened?

Penny just made the LPGA Hall of Fame.

- Whoo! Penny! - (whistling)

Oh, Arliss, man, Penny sent over the golf course design.

I absolutely love it.

It's... it's perfect.

And Michael's really gonna love it.

And check this out, this is my favorite part.

AOL voice: You've got par.

Did you hear it, did you like it?

AOL voice: You've got par.

What did I tell you?

- (laughing) I love it. - Later.

Stanley: Arliss, it's starting.

Every now and then,

Lady luck smiles on her fortunate followers.

Which is how tonight we're able to solve the mystery

of Kid Shaleen's missing belt,

along with the help

of United States Marshal Abe Donovan.

Well, Bert, it took a lot of sleuthing

and a lot of persistence,

but I was finally able to recover the legendary belt.

A whore by any other name.

You are a very lucky lady.

Not that lucky.

Here's $5,000 for a belt I'm never gonna a wear.

What?

You paid $5,000 for that belt

and you're gonna charge me $35,000?!

Hey, I have overhead.

You sack of shit!

I'm a businessman.

You're a cocksucker.

That's it for this week.

Next week we will investigate the unsolved mystery

of Brunswick Bob Bookee,

who was brutally bludgeoned by his own bowling ball.

Sports... it ain't all fun and games.

Okay, enough drama.

Time things got back to normal.

(knocking)

Hey, heads up, guys.

You all need to move fast on this one.

My name is Arliss Michaels.

I represent athletes.

These are my stories.

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