All language subtitles for Ballers.S05E03

You need to be fully financed
by the end of the week

if we're gonna push you through.

Ah, so this is
a collection call?

Full transparency, there are
competing offers on the team.

Is this a joke?

♪ (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

What if we bought a franchise?

Who's gonna run the show now
that Joe Krutel is no longer?

The moment we take control
of the team,

we can bring in our own people.

DOCTOR: Surgery went well.

-How long is it gonna take?
-To recover?

You're looking at eight months.

Time has run out.

-LANCE KLIANS: OBJ!
-JOE KRUTEL: There he is.

We are about to break ground
on a one-of-a-kind campus.

Sports, art...

When we're done, this is
gonna be the house that O built.

How's the world of security?

Is that Kasan Teague?

I ain't do nothing but be
at the wrong place

at the wrong time.

I need you to be the new
president of Kansas City.

I'm getting a promotion.
You're making me the number two?

You set me up.

I know that you're resourceful.

And there's no one I'd bet on
more than Spencer Strasmore.

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

[Lil Wayne's "Right Above It"]

- Kane is in the building.

[mid-tempo hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Now tell me
how you love it ♪

♪ You know
you're at the top ♪

♪ When only heaven's
right above it ♪

♪ We on ♪

♪ 'Cause we on ♪

♪ Who else is really trying
to fuck with Hollywood Cole ♪

♪ I'm with Marley G, bro ♪

♪ Flying Hollygrove chicks
to my Hollywood shows ♪

♪ And I wanna tell
you something ♪

♪ That you
probably should know ♪

♪ This that
"Slumdog Millionaire" ♪

♪ Bollywood flow ♪

♪ And, uh, my real friends
never hearing from me ♪

♪ Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me ♪

♪ That's why
I pick and choose ♪

♪ I don't get shit confused ♪

♪ Don't like my women single ♪

♪ I like my chicks in twos ♪

♪ And these days, all
the girls is down to roll ♪

♪ I hit the strip club, and
all them bitches find a pole ♪

♪ Plus I been sipping, so this
shit is moving kinda slow ♪

♪ Just tell my girl
to tell her friend ♪

♪ That it's time to go ♪

[indistinct shouting]

[Eugene McDaniels'
"Cherrystones"]

- ♪ Long as I have... ♪

- Competitive spirit,

people think
you're born with it,

that it's in your DNA.

But that's not how it works.

More often,
it's born out of experience.

- ♪ My rice
and it's tastin' nice... ♪

The only thing worse
than losing is being cut.

[car door slams]

- How's the executive search
going?

- I thought that we could
grab Candace Brewer,

but she's gonna stay put.

- That's not exactly
the update I was hoping for.

It's gonna make my meeting
with these bankers

that much more conflicted.

- I'm heading in right now

to have a meeting
with a potential GM.

- Spencer,
potential isn't enough!

- I need to know whether
you guys are in or out.

- Well, I need to know
who the management team is.

That's not too much
to ask for 3 billion.

- I thought you guys
were "fuck you" rich.

- Yeah, fuck you!

Nobody keeps that kinda stash
underneath their mattress.

Look, for the first time
in his life,

my brother, the dick,
is being reasonable.

I agree with him, though
I'd never tell him that.

- All right,
what's the solution?

- Well, how 'bout we put
the old band back together?

- Which members?
- Which members? You and me!

Hall & Oates, Sam & Dave,
Donny & Marie.

I'd be the chief CFO,

and you'd be free to
focus on football operations.

See, now that's something
I can sell to my brother.

I'll take your silence
as acquiescence.

Asshole.

[mellow funk music]

♪ ♪

[overlapping chatter]

- There he is.

[laughs]

- Yo, Reginald,
how's V's deal comin'?

- Gettin' closer,

but I also got him
a tryout with Splyce

for their
League of Legends team.

I mean, it's really...
- Whoa, Reggie.

Focus on dominating
a real league,

not a virtual one.

So what do ya got?

Got to admit,
I'm in a little bit of a mood.

- I think you're really
gonna like what I did here.

- Needs a statue.
Yeah, something enormous.

- [laughs]

What, like our version
of "Christ the Redeemer"?

- Yeah, is that so wrong?

I want a temple.

- That's not
in the fucking budget.

- Ah.

- Your ego's getting
a bit biblical, mate.

It's very Spencer-like.

- What the fuck
did you just say?

- Would you give us
a minute, mate?

- [sighs]

- Can I ask you
a personal question?

- Mm-hmm.

- Were you abused
as a child?

- No.
- A little bit?

- No, as an adult,
every single fucking day,

and I'm sick of it.

I don't wanna
be David anymore, Lance.

[whispers]
I wanna be Goliath.

- Goliath lost to David.

You've missed the point
of that story entirely.

But, listen, I think
you're gettin' a bit cloudy

'cause you're obsessing
about your ex-partner.

- I won't deny it.

I wanna bury
the fuckin' guy.

I'd like to be
the bigger person,

but I'd rather be
a better version of him.

- Then let's figure out

how to bring the big man
to his knees.

- There's my special guy.

I mean,
that's easy, right?

We just have
real influence

over the league
and the game.

- It's a little
late in the day

to try and become Goodell
or Belichick there, mate.

- Well, then you know
what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna buy an agency.

- Yo, Chuck,
you got a minute?

- Hos, if you got more
bad news, save it.

I'm having a rough day.

- Come on, now,
there's always more to know.

- Yeah, well, what now?

Should I stay away
from Red Lobster?

- [chuckles]
That's funny, Chuck.

I like that.

No, the latest
Jack in the Box recon

brought
some new intel to light.

- Spit it out.

- LAPD found a 9 millimeter

registered
to Kisan Teague.

- Oh!

This idiot.

- For using his own gun
or for being there?

- Both.

- I was just curious what side
of the aisle you were on.

- I'm on the side
that thinks it's amazing

that a guy just can't enjoy
making a few mil

while playing the greatest
sport on the planet.

- Millennials, I mean,

they're just never
fucking happy.

- Oh!

You know what, Hos?
I need you to do me a favor.

Stop telling me stuff.

I need some sort of
plausible deniability.

- Right,
you and everyone else.

[laughs]

- There's a lot of chat

about the moves
you've been making.

- Yeah, I know
I shoulda stayed retired.

- People need you.
The league needs you.

Besides, now that they're
being smart about their...

business, presenting
a new beautiful face...

- [chuckles]

- Although to those of us
that know you,

we see
two beautiful faces.

- Now, that hurts.

- Nothing hurts
more than the truth.

- Jason, I know I fucked you
last year with Quincy.

I wanna make it right.

- What is this,
a mercy fuck?

- I want you to be
my new GM.

- Wow.

You want me to cross over?
[chuckles]

- Like motherfuckin'
Steph Curry.

- Wow, you have
more confidence in me

than I have in myself.

- Well,
and for good reason.

- You think I could
be good at this?

- I think you'd be
great at it, yes.

Plus I think it's time
you had a new challenge.

- Yeah, I mean, shit,
I've already proven to be

the best agent
in the business, right?

- So is that a yes?

- That's a let me
think about it.

[Injury Reserve's
"Gravy n' Biscuits"]

- ♪ Yeah, humble as a mumble
in the jungle, ya dig? ♪

- That's what
I'm talking about.

Let's go!

14. That's my boy. 15.

- [grunts]
16.

- Well, you only need
to do ten, Rick.

- [groans]
I know, two dimes, two dimes.

[groans]
- You doing two dimes?

19.

- Oh, shit, Ricky.
Look at you, man.

- [groaning]

- You actually look like you
may come back this season.

- [groans]
I ain't coming back.

- Yeah, be careful, buddy.

Sometimes rehab will fuck
with your head a little bit.

- Shit, my mind is clear.

- Oh, yeah,
you're a model of stability.

Anything you need,
you know I got ya.

Actually, networks,

they're always looking
for a new chiseled jaw.

- [chuckles]

That ain't my thing, man.
That's you.

- Smart move, Ricky.

I wouldn't wanna compete
against this either.

- Pfft, let's go.

Melvin!

- Yo.
- What's good?

- Yo, Rick,
coolin', baby.

- You a'ight?
- Yeah, man.

You healing up
from that Kia collision?

- Seriously,
it was a Prius, man.

You can't hear 'em comin'.

- Yeah, I hear you.
- [laughs]

- Yo, where y'all headed?
- Nowhere fast.

- Look, I got a couple cats
comin' to the crib, man.

Y'all down to hang?

- Shit, that's all I got
is time, brah.

- Yeah, see you then.

- A'ight, we'll be there.
Text me the address.

- Got you, bro.
- My man.

- There's nothin' worse

than being ahead
of your time.

- Pfft, how about
being behind it?

- See, some people
just can't handle new ideas.

- Right,
if it ain't their idea,

they don't like it.

- That's real.

Hey, bro,
what can I do

to get Joe
to buy in on me?

- Man, I believe in you,
always have.

Isn't that all
that matters?

- Sadly, I need more.

Dude thinks that messing
around with architects

is more important
than the future of sports.

- Galileo
had the same problem.

- [laughs]

What you know
about Galileo?

- Almost as much
as I know about Copernicus.

- Yo, are you seriously

dropping Galileo
and Copernicus on me?

How you know
about them boys?

- Blinkist.

It's the app
that shrinks books to audio.

- So then you know
how I feel.

- Yeah, man.

- Only one way
to do this, then:

show Joe the future,

and it starts today
with your tryout.

- [sighs]

I ain't been this nervous
since my pro day.

- Babe, if you get
stuck out there any longer,

I'm gonna have to get
new batteries for the vibrator.

- I know, babe.
I'm sorry.

Besides Ricky,
who's never gonna play again,

Kisan and his gang decided
to go "Boyz n the Hood"

on this rival crew
at a Jack in the Box.

- Doesn't take a clairvoyant
to see Kisan was gonna fuck up.

Maybe it's time
for a career change.

- Why'd you say that?

- I don't know, maybe 'cause

you're stressed to shit
all the time,

talking like you're
a 60-year-old mine worker?

- It is so weird
that you would say that

because I had a meeting
with Spencer earlier today,

and that fool bought the Chiefs
and offered me a job.

Maybe you are clairvoyant.

- Maybe I'm the Miami Medium.

What's the gig?

- GM.

- Isn't the GM spot
just as stressful

as what you're doing now?

- In a way, but, you know,

I wouldn't have
to answer to clients,

although I've never worked
for anybody,

so I'm not sure I'll be crazy
about having a boss,

although it would be Spencer.

- You work for everyone,
even me,

and you're doing just fine.

- [sighs] Well, thank you
for the report card.

Maybe you should change
those batteries after all.

- Don't be a dick.

I'm just saying

if we're gonna have to move
to fuckin' Kansas City,

you should at least make sure
you guys would be a good team.

- Well, no shit.

- Business isn't friendship.

You should do due diligence.
Go talk to Joe.

He'll tell you
what it's really like

to work with Spencer.

- That's a good idea, babe.
- Good.

Now, why don't you show me
a little somethin'?

[Denzel Curry's "RICKY"]

- ♪ Daddy said, "Trust no man
but your brothers ♪

♪ And never leave your
day ones in the gutter ♪

♪ My daddy said, "Treat young
girls like your mother" ♪

♪ My mama said, "Trust no ho,
use a rubber" ♪

♪ I'ma act, one, two,
stop the track ♪

♪ Bring it back,
what it do? ♪

♪ See, Ricky said, "Never let
nobody get the one up on you ♪

♪ "If they run up on you,
hit 'em with a one, two ♪

♪ Or a bitch slap..." ♪

- Yo, Rick.
- Hey, Money Mel!

- What's up, man?
- Oh, Big Mel!

- Okay!
- What's up, my baby.

- Hey, man,
your crib is plush, man.

You design this shit?
- Appreciate it, Rick, man.

Gettin' into
the interior design thing.

Actually just renovated
the place.

- Nigga, you're like a natural
Martha fuckin' Stewart.

- Yo, you should check out
my real spot.

- Your real spot?
- Come on, Rick, man.

This where we play, not work.

This is the fun house.

[both laughing]
- Oh, shit.

Oh, yeah, he got
a fun house, okay.

- Man, look, I gotta
go check on my mom, man.

I'ma hit you up later.

- Oh, yeah, tell her
we love her, man.

- Oh, bet,
I'll make sure I tell her.

- Back again, 81.

- Damn right,
I'm diggin' the mixology.

Can I get
another one, please?

- That's like five, Rick.

Think that's wise?

- Come on, man,

I ain't got shit to do,
all right?

I got no worries.

You know, matter of fact,
this is a celebration.

Just pour us up a couple shots
while you at it.

- I'm driving, man.

You forget that too?

- We could leave the car here,
all right?

You can take us over, right?
You can drive.

- Do I look like the valet?

- Oh, I'm sure Amber
would love that.

Look at Jessica's
beautiful face.

She don't want
that messed up.

- I can handle myself.
I do jits.

- Ooh, whoo, strong
and independent.

I like you, Jess.

Go ahead, take a shot.

Give her the keys.

- Charles, your job is to
manage a winning football team,

not to be the judge
and the jury.

- Just don't know if I can
wrap my conscience around it.

- Rocking the boat now
based on a rumor

does not seem
like a smart idea.

- It's not exactly
a rumor, baby.

They found a gun.

- Well, did he shoot it?

'Cause if not, I don't know
what the big deal is.

He's a running back,

not a judge up for a seat
in the Supreme Court.

- So I should
turn a blind eye?

- I'm saying
it's irrelevant, Charles.

Extracurricular activities

is not a statistic
you get paid to look at,

especially when we're about
to have two kids

to put through college.

- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

- Of course I'm right.

If the Ravens woulda

cut Ray Lewis
after his little incident,

they woulda never won
the Super Bowl.

- Wow.

You are a straight-up thug,
Julie Greane.

- Hm, There's nothing more thug
than being a mommy.

- [laughs]

You know, baby, you always
help me clear my head up.

I really appreciate
you for that.

How 'bout you, though?
How you feelin'?

- Like I'm carrying
an extra 30 pounds

around with me
everywhere I go.

But seriously, baby,

maybe everybody else
has the right idea

and we should just start
looking out for ourselves.

- [sighs]

- Not giving a fuck
takes practice.

Tuning out the noise,
going with your instincts,

staying committed
to what you believe,

that shit doesn't come easy.

You'll feel like
you're taking body shots,

but if you stay on your feet,
no one will fuck with you.

[line trilling]

[machine whirring]

- Yo.

- Antolotti the Italiano,
buongiorno.

- Joe Krutel,
the whitest man in America.

I was just dialing you.

- Oh, yeah?
What about?

- Well, I have an odd question.

I'm wondering what it's like
to work with Spencer.

- Yeah, that--that sounds like
an odd question,

all right,
just like you promised.

How do you mean?

- I mean, I know
we're all boys and shit,

but on the day-to-day,
did you enjoy working with him?

- Why are you asking me?

- Well, he offered me
the GM job for the Chiefs.

- No shit.

I thought you loved
being an agent.

- No, I do, I definitely do.

It's just gettin' to be
too much.

It's a young man's game,
and I'm, you know...

- Not young.

- Exactly, I gotta start
thinking about the future.

- Mm. So sounds like
you and Donna

are talking about
starting a family.

- No, we actually don't even

talk about
that sort of thing.

- Why, that's odd, huh?

- [sighs]
Why?

Why would I
bring that shit up?

- Well, just because
you're not talking about it

doesn't mean she's not
thinking about it, idiot.

- Yeah, you're right.

You see, that's why I need

to be thinking about
my professional future.

- Oh, yeah, that's
the sexy stuff right there.

Now let me add a little bit
more sexiness to it.

Since you're considering
making moves,

what if I buy your agency?

You know,
hire a couple young bucks

to help you do your thing,

and what's old
becomes new again.

- Well, I should
find a card game,

'cause I'm on fire today.

- Well, think about it.

Talk to Donna and, uh,
hit me up with a number.

Oh, and J,
Spencer's a fuckin' nightmare.

- Yeah, I figured.

- [chuckles]

It's gotta be the shoes.

[Burna Boy's "Anybody"]

- ♪ I don't charge
my energy ♪

♪ I no got time for no enemy ♪

♪ Tori pe won le tomi ♪

- I got an idea, listen.

I think
what we should do

is lock down
one of those bungalows

down the street
for the next two days.

What's good, Jess?
What you doin' later?

- Hmm, shacking up
with a guy doing rehab

isn't really where
my head's at.

- Hell yeah, Jess.
You tell him.

- Doesn't mean
I don't wish you well,

just I have to go
to Laguna after this anyway.

- I could make that work.

Laguna?
I could make that work.

- Laguna's perfect 'cause
just in case your wife needs

something with your baby,
you'll be a short drive away.

- T means--'scuse me.

[water splashes]

What the hell
are you doin', man?

How you gonna go
from the best wingman

to the biggest
cockblocker, bro?

- 'Cause I love
your family, nigga!

- I don't need you
judging me, all right?

- I'm not judging you, man.

I don't give a fuck about
no nigga gettin' no strange

as long as it's for
the right reasons.

- Oh, but this is
for the right reasons.

A'ight, me and her, we vibin'.

- That's bullshit, man.

She don't give a fuck
about you.

Look, I'ma go get the car, man.
We rollin'.

- How 'bout you call a Lyft
after you dry off?

- What?

- Oh!
- Ooh!

[water splashing]

[laughter]

[upbeat dance music playing]

♪ ♪

- How you gonna push
a nigga in the pool?

♪ ♪

- ♪ Omo, omo,
life na turn by turn ♪

♪ Whether you like or not ♪

♪ To ba ginger me,
gbeskelego burst ♪

♪ Ki gbe, je kan gbo oh ♪

- Hey, there he is.
Vernon, nice to meet you.

My name's Chris.
I'm the GM.

This is Dev.
He's the assistant GM.

This is Max.
He's our team captain.

- This is Reggie, y'all.

- Hey, nice to meet you, man.

Uh, let's have
a seat, boys.

- Thanks for meeting
with us, fellas.

- We know you're busy.
So are we.

So if you don't mind,
I'm just gonna kinda...

[tongue clicks]
Knock right into it here.

Is this just
a dalliance for you?

- W-what's a dalliance?

- We're not
into publicity stunts,

and we don't make
vanity signs.

So are you serious about
being a professional gamer?

- I like to play.

[laughter]

- He likes to play.

- Yo, I like
to play football.

Maybe I should just
walk on for the Cowboys.

- Yeah, dude.
Max, let's line it up.

It couldn't be
that hard, right?

- I'm sorry, fellas.
My bad. No disrespect.

- Vernon, you don't need
to apologize for shit.

- Who are you?

- I'm the head of the eSports
division at Sports X.

- What's Sports X?

- Have you heard
of Colby Parker?

- Yeah, of course.

- Well, he and Vernon

had a head-to-head
at the office,

and let's just
say the rest is history.

- What's your rank?

- Diamond II.

- That's impressive.

Though even landing
a solo kill on a superstar,

that doesn't really
prepare you for the pros.

- Role?

- Top lane.

- How long you been playing?
- Since season two.

- What's your schedule like?

If you made the team,
would you have time

to train with us
in the offseason?

- Let me worry
about Vernon's calendar.

And if you're lucky enough,
you'll land him.

- If I make the team,
I'll drop everything.

- [chuckles]
He wants to be a player.

Fuck it,
let's hook you up, Vern.

I'll see what you got.

- Let's go.
[taps table]

[Cosmo's Midnight's
"Get to Know"]

[bass-heavy club music]

- ♪ I wanna say somethin'
'bout you ♪

♪ I went to, but I... ♪

- Yes, look at them ribs.

Hey, let me see that
giraffe pose.

That sexy giraffe--
ooh, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
that's wonderful.

- Shake it.
- Oh, yeah, that's beautiful.

- Hold up.
- Oh! Oh, yes.

- It's all about the angles.

- Yeah, and I got that covered.

- ♪ Gotta wait till you do ♪

♪ What's the deal, though? ♪

[pounds on door]
- Ricky.

- Man, leave me alone, Dennis!

[pounds on door]
- Ricky, answer me, boy!

- ♪ I could make you
feel as though... ♪

[door clatters]

- Oh, shit.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

- What the hell
is wrong with you?

- Meet the parents.

Regina, this is Dennis.

Dennis, this is Regina.

- Nice to meet you.

You want something
to drink?

- Wh--what you got,
a Henny?

- Yes, come on.

- Hell no,
he don't want no drink,

and you done lost
your damn shit.

- Come on, man,
why you trippin'?

I'm just having a good time
and then going home.

- Oh, so you back
to being Dirty Ricky?

- Just make sure
you leave him here.

- In case you haven't noticed,
he is pretty depressed.

- Oh, we've noticed.

- You a canary, man.

- You didn't leave me
no choice, nigga!

- You oughta be
ashamed of yourself, Ricky.

- If anybody understands shame,
it should be you, old man.

- Look, I made my mistakes,

but you ain't gotta make
the same ones.

- My choice, all right?

Y'all ain't finna to judge me

while I'm just havin'
a drink with a friend.

- You had 17,

and you shacked up
with some ho you don't know.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Watch what you say.

- Clean yourself up, Ricky.

- I'm standing.
- No, no.

We going home, Ricky.
- Better not say shit, either.

- There ain't shit left
to be said except you pathetic.

- You rude.

[music continues]

- ♪ Can't hesitate ♪

[overlapping chatter]

[phone ringing]

- You know,
you blowing me up like this

is borderline creepy, Bret.

I told you
I need the day.

- Well, I don't need a day,
Spencer.

I don't need a day.

Besides, I don't like
leaving bad news on voicemail,

not to mention good news.

- Which is it, good or bad?

- I wish you were as good
at your job as I am at mine.

- You know, one day I aspire
to be like you, Bret.

Until then, you wanna spit it
the fuck out?

- I'm so pumped up

that your snarkiness
isn't even gonna get to me.

Get this: my brother and I

met with the bankers
this morning, and they're in.

They're officially in.

- You are so goddamn good
at your job.

- There's just one thing left
for us to deliver.

- Lay it on me, partner.

- You just need to get
a quality GM,

which I told 'em
was already done.

Fait accompli.

So don't make a fool outta me.

Tell me, please.

Tell me you got
your guy officially.

- [sighs]
I'm working on it.

- You're working on it.

Let me tell you something,
you oversized fuck.

Do not come back
without a yes.

We've got three...billion

with a capital fuckin' B
riding on this.

[overlapping chatter]

- What the fuck?

Which one of you
fuckin' geniuses

neglected to tell me

that Jason Antolotti
was coming by?

[whispers]
For God's sake, would you--

What's the matter with you?

Hey, buddy.

- Hello.
- How's it going?

- Good.

- Come on up
and see your new office.

All this can be yours.

- It's colorful, chill.

- Well, it's not
always this chill.

- [laughs]
Don't lie to me.

- All right, yeah,
it's always this chill.

It's a great way to work.

It's very refreshing.

I mean, so what?
Look at these guys.

They're not buttoned-up
football types.

- Do they even
watch football?

- Listen, if you're looking
for an ASM vibe here,

you're gonna be
disappointed, pal.

- No, no, look,
if I want stuffy,

I'll sell to CAA,
right?

- My man.

In that case, hey, Siri!

[Siri chimes]

Play my third-favorite song.

[Ambjaay's "Uno" playing]

- ♪ Uno, dos, no tres,
she a thot, though ♪

- Ah, that's fair.
[chuckles]

[inhales]

- ♪ Big chop,
knock a nigga out, zapatos ♪

- Oh, I don't smoke
during the workday.

- ♪ Uno, dos, no tres,
she a thot, though ♪

- Too much?

[car engine revs]

- Welcome back
to "Glazed and Confused"

on SiriusXM.

Today we're talking
about big moves.

- All right, so, Jay, now
the Russell Wilson deal is up.

Time for the next shoe
to drop, and that shoe?

Patrick Mahomes.

- Listen,
you think Russell Wilson

and Carson Wentz got paid?

Mark, you ain't seen nothin'
yet.

I mean, the league's
gettin' top-heavy.

- Kinda like this show.

- When's it gonna end, Jay?

- This is America.
Why would it end?

[engine powers down]

- Them boys think
they got all the answers,

but some shit
don't have an answer.

Like who's better,
Pac or Biggie, right?

There ain't no better.

- "Godfather"
or "Goodfellas"?

- Cutty Sark, Chivas Regal,

both of 'em
damn fine scotches.

- I mean, you understand
what I'm saying, right?

These fools
just being divisive,

trying to come up
with hot takes.

- So you think
you can do better?

- Shit, in my sleep.

- I believe him.

I could do that shit too.

- [laughs]
You boys.

Y'all love jerking
each other off.

I'd love to hear
y'all try.

- Hey, T, man,
get me a meeting.

- Okay.

[taps table]

- I totally choked.

Fuck, man,
I felt so good warming up.

- Man, whatever, man.
Fuck them guys.

- Who was I to think
I could go pro?

Man, them guys was right.
- Those guys were assholes.

Besides, man, you got a career.

I'm more concerned about me.

I can't believe I don't have
a voice in a company

that I helped
finance and build.

- Man, you gotta let go
of that anger, Reg.

- And you gotta let go
of your depression.

[cell phone chimes]

[sighs]

- Wait, what's up?

Did I make the team?

- No, better.

It's Jason
with some big news.

Cowboys came through with
80 million for your new deal.

- [sighs]

I don't care
about none of that.

- Are you
fuckin' kiddin' me?

This is your real
fuckin' job.

- Man, whatever.

I think I might wanna retire.

- Get the fuck outta here.

Wh--what am I
supposed to tell Jason?

- Tell him nothing.

- Now I'm getting depressed.

I wish I had $80 million
being thrown at me.

- I already got money, Reg.

At some point,
you gotta ask yourself,

"How much is enough?"

- ♪ Stay ten toes, I'm down ♪
- ♪ Ten toes ♪

♪ Jenny Craig
with them pounds ♪

- Brandy?

I never did much day-drinking
myself when I was playing.

- Oh, this ain't nothin'.

- Hey, so, um...

I hear there may be
a little bit more information

about
the Jack in the Box situation

that you may have left out.

Anything at all?

- No.

It's all good, Chuck.

You know what I know.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

It's cool, all right?

Look, check it out.

See my boy right there?

That's the shooter.

- With the weed?
- Yeah.

All right, he's already
come forward.

He gonna turn himself in.

We all good.
I got it, Chuck.

- So he's the fall guy?

- Come on, Chuck.

Does that matter,
for real?

- Yeah, to me,
it does matter.

[hip-hop music playing]

- Look, Cliff did
what he did, all right?

What you want from me, Chuck?

What you--what you
want me to say?

- You could start
with the truth.

- That is the truth,
all right?

♪ ♪

- Well, then the truth is,
I gotta let you go.

Thank you for your service.

♪ ♪

- Damn.

Like that, huh?

♪ ♪

- Good luck in your career.

♪ ♪

- In the greatest battles,
there are no winners,

only survivors.

The wins,
they all blur together,

but the losses are etched
into your mind forever.

War is bloody.

Ask Aaron Rodgers,
Michael Jordan, Tom Brady.

You want to trace
a path to greatness,

you start with defeat,

loss,

rejection.

You wanna be
endlessly motivated,

failure is key.

[phone ringing]

Antolotti, you ready
to jump on that team jet?

- Not quite.

I'm actually calling
because something came up.

- Well, "something came up"
is never a good thing.

- Well, not for you,
but it's good for me.

I got another offer.

- A GM spot?

- Sports X.

Joe is in the market
to buy an agency.

- Since when?

- I think he just decided.

- Ah, when it rains,
it pours, huh?

- You know, I could
hardly believe it myself.

- What's the offer?

- 50 million.

- [chuckles]
That is a big chunk.

Must come
with golden handcuffs.

- More like winning the lotto.

It's a five-year payout with
a personal service contract.

- So you're gonna be an agent
till you die, huh?

Come on, I'm really surprised.

I thought you said

the day-to-day
is getting to you.

- It is. So are you.

- Jason,
money isn't everything,

but I promise you I will
make it worth your while.

- Ah, I hear you.

- J, listen,
don't make a mistake

that you're gonna regret.

- [sighs]

I understand
your disappointment, Spence.

I'm sorry to say it's a pass.

- All right.

Either way,
I'll see you

on the other side
of the table, buddy.

- Well, who's next
on your list?

- You're talking to him.

- [chuckles]

Good luck working with him.

- Yeah, good luck
working with Joe.

He's a real fuckin' nightmare.

[Skepta's "What Do You Mean?"]

[bass-heavy hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ You get blacklisted
if you hate on my team ♪

♪ Fam, I say what I mean ♪

♪ I keep my demons close ♪

♪ Late night,
I speak to the ghost ♪

♪ Get high,
fell asleep in my clothes ♪

♪ Animal instinct ♪

♪ Sex, money, murder,
I fear nobody ♪

♪ Keep somethin' on me ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm better safe
than sorry ♪

♪ I'm a top boy like Sully
with a six-figure hobby ♪

♪ You're still on the road ♪

♪ Better be getting
that belly ♪

♪ Kicking off doors,
better give it some wellie ♪

♪ I came in the game,
ran it like an athlete ♪

♪ Got a big money scheme,
all my brothers had to eat ♪

♪ Thought I was a scrub
sitting in the back seat ♪

♪ I was counting my money,
making sure it's complete ♪

♪ They can't compete ♪

♪ There ain't no competition ♪

♪ I take what I want,
you get what you were given ♪

♪ They calling me
a rapper, man, ♪

♪ I think I'm a magician ♪

♪ I didn't wanna kill 'em ♪

♪ But these niggas
never listen ♪

- ♪ The hustle
is still in my genes ♪

♪ When I fell asleep,
I was still in my jeans ♪

♪ Then I had a one gyal
licking me clean ♪

♪ She wan' eat man
like Idi Amin ♪

♪ What do you mean? ♪

♪ I come for the cream ♪

♪ We all make mistakes,
I'm a human being ♪

♪ North Korean, Kim Jong-un
when I spray the machine ♪

♪ You're on the other side
if you ain't on my team ♪

♪ ♪

[bright tone]

♪ (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Spencer Strasmore's a narcissist
if I've ever seen one.

All he cares about is himself.

Now is the time to go all in.

We're way beyond all in.

-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪
-Yeah, we are. I get it.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

I got a proposal. If we start
our own esports team,

and you gon' play on it. Bam!

I got the perfect player
in mind.

SPENCER STRASMORE:
You have a name?

Kisan Teague.

(GUNSHOTS)

So you value truth?

Above all else.

(SIGHS) Who pulled the trigger
the other night?

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪