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Now reaching the right side of the colon.

That looks pretty clean.

And there's the ileocecal valve, which is patent. It looks fine.

The prep looks good.

It looks like he's well cleaned out.

Going up the sigmoid colon.

A few scattered diverticula there.

Heading towards the splenic flexure now.

That looks clean.

In the mid-transverse colon.

Wait a second.

That looks like a flat polyp there.

Probably about 2 cm.

We can take some biopsies of that.

Yussi, I'm a block away.

Where the fuck are you, man?

- I told you. I'm walking. - I've got two guys.

They said they're gonna be watching the business the whole day.

What the fuck is going on?

Hey, man, who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

They keep saying they're friends of Arno.

Arno? Tell them I'm coming up now.

Harvey, I need that.

Thirty inches.

That's, like, about 35 carats in there.

It's a SI1, VS2.

It's a white gold.

- And then right in the middle-- - Did you hear that shit?

- Yo, Howard. What's popping, man? - Hi.

This is my nigga, Ca$h Out, I was telling you about.

Yeah, man. That nigga cash it out.

- How do you feel? All right? - No, it's good.

They're calling me with the results.

Hi. How are you?

- I'm good, man. - Congratulations.

So we promise, man, to come spend some money with you.

No, he's doing you a favor.

Believe me. That guy is a fucking moron.

Arno's friend is here? Yeah, I'm...

Yussi told me you were waiting on me, so I'm sorry about that.

- I'm Howard. - Phil.

You didn't bring him any water?

I'm good on the water. I don't need any water. Thank you anyway.

This is our own spring water.

We're the first on the block to have that.

- Your parents happy for you? - Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

All right. So I gotta tell you, I'm in a bit of a rush.

I don't have much time because I gotta--

- What did I tell you? - Hey.

I said no water. Didn't I tell you no water?

I think it's in your best interest that you find some time for you and I.

We're right on the same page, right?

Yeah, we're on the same page.

- You all right, homie? - Oh, yeah, 100% fine.

It's good. I'll handle it. I'll handle it.

- We don't do that here, sir. - You're right.

- Arno Meradian... is not available. - He's not answering.

He knows you're calling. He doesn't want to deal with you anymore.

- I understand. Give me one second. - I don't think you do.

It's not a fucking soap opera. Listen. Enough.

- Don't move. - What are we doing?

- What the fuck is-- - There you go again. Stop fighting me.

- This is not necessary. - It isn't? We'll be the judge of that.

- What the fuck is this? - The last of my mom's cash that I had.

- What about this? What's this? - This is not mine.

- It's not mine. - Take the fucking watch.

Take the fucking watch. Take it.

Fucking mutt.

Arno Meradian... is not available.

Arno, what the fuck is this shit?

You're sending collectors to fuck with me at my office?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

I'm literally minutes away from closing the biggest deal of my goddamn life,

and when I do, you're gonna be embarrassed.

And by the way, the watch they took from me,

it's worth $20,000.

I want that deducted from the hundred grand.

You understand? Call me back!

Look at this.

What's up, ladies?

- Shh. She's sleeping. - She's sleeping.

This is bullshit.

- Hey, Howie. - How are you?

People coming in and out of the apartment.

- Oh, my God. Not this. - You show up to work any time you please.

- Howard, I was working all night. - I'm sick of this shit.

You're taking advantage of me.

Oh, my God. Howard.

10:30. It's time to wake up.

- You're so extra. - So, you had a party last night?

I did not have a party. Did we have a party?

- That was not a party. - Why didn't you call me?

I did call you, at around 9:30.

You said, "I'll call you back in five."

- I waited for hours. - Yes, because I fell asleep.

- No, that's rude. - I was putting Beni to sleep.

Here we go with the lies.

- I'm not lying! - You're so manipulative!

I had to fall asleep on the floor again! I'm exhausted!

Well, I didn't ask you to have kids! It's not my fault you have kids.

Shut the fuck up with that.

Do you wanna fucking stay mad or get in bed and cuddle?

I know you want to cuddle, Howard. Just come here.

- Come on, Howie. - Come on. Just come here.

- Come on. - Come here, baby.

- Come on, Howie. - Come on, Howie.

Come on. I know you wanna come here, Howie.

- I'm so goddamn stressed out. - I know you can't resist me.

I know you can't-- Come and kiss me.

Come on.

Don't. Don't. You can't just do that.

Just give me a kiss. One kiss.

- Don't you wanna see the photos I took? - Yes. Show me.

- What was this shoot? - I took these pictures.

I think I have a future in--

- How much did you get? - Thirty-five hundred.

- And who is this guy? - It's this guy, The Weeknd.

What the fuck is The Weeknd?

He's gonna be major even though he's from Canada.

This guy looks stupid.

- Hi. How are you? - Hi. Nice to meet you.

Howard Ratner. How are you? Great to see you.

I have a piece. You know this kid, The Weeknd?

That's Michael Jackson there on the cross.

Gonna be a controversial piece. It makes it more valuable.

The blacks are VS2s. That's platinum.

Turn around. Don't even-- Don't even step in my place. Turn around.

I got some bets. Twenty-four G's.

Where would you get 24 G's?

I want the OKC-Lakers. I want the fucking over. All right?

- I want Kobe's under. - Kobe under.

Because all of a sudden, he's passing.

He's not scoring tonight.

I want the Sixers to cover.

- Plus one. - The points--

Let's finish the bet here. Hey, one thing at a time.

This guy's-- Come on now.

- Yo. - Demany. Demany.

- KG said you're gonna be here any minute. - Can you finish the bet?

If he gets to the store before I do, keep him there.

- Better get here soon, motherfucker. - Okay? You promise me?

Kevin Garnett is coming to my fucking showroom right now. Right now.

Eighth floor, going up.

We've got every right to fucking be here!

Here's the fucking owner. Fuck you!

Get the fuck out!

Get out. Get the fuck out!

Calm--

- What? - Fuck you, man.

Everyone calm down.

You just got involved in something you shouldn't have.

What the fuck is going on out here?

It's on you, asshole.

- You see this? - I don't know these fucking guys.

You're dead, fucker. You're dead.

You think I'm playing games?

- Get your laugh off now, asshole. - I didn't do nothing.

When I'm shoveling dirt over your head, you'll see how funny it is then.

I have clients in the office. This is crazy.

- Turn around and walk away. - We're good. David, go back inside.

- Everything's fine. - Turn around and walk away.

- That's my shop. - Everybody back in there.

- Hello. Open the door. - Get back in. Let's go.

Okay. Jesus. Fuck.

You're with KG?

Okay. Well, you gotta shut that door.

That's KG, huh?

Is that closed? Closed.

Howard. Howard. What the fuck is going on, man?

They tried to fuck Yussi up. Look at his fucking shirt.

- Look at his shirt. - Okay.

Listen. Hey. Thanks for the security, by the way.

Send those bitches back to Paramus or Bay Ridge, yeah.

Will you take that and charge it up for me?

All I got is fucking Yussi to protect me.

Hey, let us talk.

- What's up? What's up? - What's going on?

Did Amar'e have fucking time on the clock?

- There was no time on the clock. - Come on. You were waving him off.

I like the earrings.

- Like these? - Those are great.

- When's the last time you cleaned them? - What are you talking about?

- He could clean them real quick. - Let me throw them in the ultrasonic.

- What's this gonna cost me? - For free.

Free? For real?

I would think you'd have bigger rocks than that just 'cause you're a big guy.

Let me see what you got.

Who would win in a fight, Ben Wallace or Tony Allen?

- TA all day. - Oh, yeah? Okay.

- What is that? - Fuck out of here.

What is that, a gremlin? See the iced-out gremlin over here?

Bring in a little fucking animal or some kind of fucking toy or some shit,

and he'll just bling the bitch out.

I used to work with niggas on early music videos.

- He's the first nigga to start all that. - Are you serious?

- I started that shit. - Show him the fucking eye.

All right. So I did this, so it fucks with you.

- You serious? - There it is.

It scares the shit out of people.

Fucking older model, but it's dope.

Listen.

The shit was slamming. Slamming.

- What's the length on that? - All right.

- Let me see the chain on that. - That's an 18. I can get you a 14.

KG! Doc know you're here, by the way?

No, he doesn't. And let's keep it that way. All right?

It's game night. You should be stretching out.

- What is he, your coach? - No. He's just a fucking crazy-ass Jew.

- Throw these in the ultrasonic. - Yes, boss.

- As soon as the other stuff is done. - No, now.

KG, I wouldn't lean on that.

Kevin was just telling me he's looking for some watches.

- Are you looking for watches? - Uh-huh.

Let's go to the wall of watches right here.

What are we talking? AP?

I was thinking about the Presi though, the one you got that crazy-ass deal for.

That one for 16.

The crazy one though. You know?

- Yeah. The... - The Presi.

- Yeah. Right. Right. - Yeah.

Look at this.

Boom.

That's a small watch for a big man.

- Look at the detail in there. - Yeah.

- You got papers for this? - No.

- Of course he got papers. - I don't have the box and papers.

I don't have either one.

- You sold me the shit, dummy. - I don't remember that.

Listen, man. Niggas call niggas out for this, man.

Of course. If you don't have the box and paper--

You find me one nigga with a KMH watch they called out.

It's a moot point, Demany, because I don't have these. All right?

So, how about we move on to the diamonds here?

Listen. You got a girl? Why don't you get your girl a treat.

He doesn't have a girlfriend.

- Says who? - Says you.

How you know if I got a girlfriend or not?

Howard, get the fuck over here.

- Because you told me. - I never said that.

- The fuck are you doing? - What's up?

Why didn't you bring my goddamn watches out?

- I'm not doing that. - The nigga would have bought one.

I told you, you can keep them in my safe.

I don't want you selling them out of my showroom.

- You understand me? - Fucking dumb-ass.

Where am I going to sell them? On the goddamn street?

- That's not my problem, man. - That ain't your fucking problem?

He don't like shit in this dusty, tinfoil-filled bitch.

He's having a fucking ball here. What are you talking about?

What the fuck is he gonna buy? A goddamn Furby, nigga?

Fuck you. I'm gonna take his ass to motherfucking Flawless.

- I'm not fucking with you today. - You're not taking him to Flawless.

I'm taking him to Flawless, since you're acting like a fucking--

KG, do me a favor. Don't lean on that, please.

- You're acting stupid. - Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Okay.

Buzz them in now. Now.

Oh, my God. Is this--

This is it! This is it!

- Hey. - What's up?

- Okay, look at this. - Got a package from Fishtonic.

Bring it in. Go to my office.

KG, don't you dare leave, okay?

What's in this package is gonna blow your mind, KG.

- Is it heavy? - Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, my God.

- Right here. - Give me that.

- Man, I can't do this anymore, bro. - What happened?

What happened? Your street goons in there, they attacked me, man.

What did you say to piss them off?

Listen, Garnett's crew came in here.

They took a look around. They see these guys.

They're like, "Who works here? Who doesn't, get out."

I said, "These guys don't work here."

Well, that was stupid. You shouldn't have said that.

These guys grabbed me. They dragged me over the counter.

They ripped my shirt. They got me looking like a fool over here.

Take this shirt. That's a Gucci shirt. It's $500. It's brand-new.

Are you fucking serious right now? It ain't about the shirt.

I gave you eight years of my life. Look how you're treating me, man.

I put in everything into this business.

Saved your ass a thousand times.

I can't take this place anymore, man.

I can't deal with your problems every other day.

There's a lot of people on this block that would love to do business with me.

You're gonna see me out there working with them, you're not gonna like it, man.

You're gonna be jealous.

You're not gonna like it, Howard.

Howard. Hello?

I'm standing here, man.

There's a lot of people I could be doing business with other than you, Howard.

You're falling apart. You're looking like a fool out here in the diamond district.

Looking through fucking fish?

I gave you eight years of my life, and you can't even fucking talk to me

and look me in the eyes, man-to-fucking-man?

Holy shit, I'm gonna come.

Man, fuck you, man. I'm finished with this shit-hole.

KG. KG.

Yussi is gone. Gone for good.

Let me get a phone from you.

KG, you gotta come here. All right? I gotta show you something.

- I gotta leave soon, man. - I know, but listen to me.

Okay, so I'm watching TV, like a year ago. All right?

I'm watching one of those fucking History Channel shows,

trying to learn shit, and I stumble--

You ever hear of African Jews?

- African Jews? - Yeah.

- No. All right? No. - Nigga want everybody to be a Jew.

Check this out. All right?

So, these are black Jews. All right?

They're stranded in the middle of Ethiopia.

- It's deep shit. - Stranded?

Yeah. Look. They've got nothing. They don't got cars. They don't got shit.

And I'm watching this, and I'm like, "What the fuck are these guys wearing?"

It's on the Torah there. It's everywhere. Right?

Where do these fucking guys get precious black opals? That's what that is.

- Black opals? - I do my research.

These guys live near the Welo mines, which primarily is red opals,

which aren't worth shit, okay?

But these, you can't get your hands on these things.

- You understand? - Really?

So I say to myself, "How do I get ahold of these guys?"

And I managed to track these guys down and I buy one from him.

Holy shit.

What is that? It's right here. That's the rock.

That's the rock. That's the stone. I got this.

Look how this is winking in the light.

How did you get this shit?

Took me fucking 17 months to get this thing, okay?

Just look at this. Hang on for a second.

Go through my loupe. Be careful. That's my best loupe.

- Let me see this, man. - I want you to look at it.

You really into that motherfucker.

Isn't that the shit?

That's history right there. You understand?

- How many carats is this? - What, 4,000, 5,000 carats?

$3,000 a carat. I'm not fucking bullshitting you.

- Why's it got so many colors in it, man? - That's the thing.

They say you can see the whole universe in opals.

That's how fucking old they are.

- Holy shit. - I've been telling you.

- That's why I wanted you to see it. - I gotta have this.

Your ass crazy, man.

From stone to stone.

Garnet's a stone. You know that.

That's a million-dollar opal you're holding,

straight from the Ethiopian Jewish tribe.

I mean, this is old-school, middle-earth shit.

Got a motherfucking dinosaur gem in this bitch.

Dinosaur. That's right.

'Cause dinosaurs fucking stared at this thing.

It's 110 million years old at the least.

- This is deep shit. - Fuck basketball. Pass the rock.

Can't lean on the glass, KG.

Oh, shit!

You all right?

Get a fucking towel or something.

You heard me. I was telling him not to lean.

- Is he all right? - Don't cut your fucking self.

That's a sign. That's a sign for that I need this.

That's what this is.

You better make sure my nigga good, bro.

It's fucking glass. That's a lot of weight you were putting on it.

That's a sign. I need this. I need this right here.

It's not for sale. I can't sell it to you.

- What you mean, it's not for sale? - I can't do it.

Goddamn it. It's set for auction. I can't.

Why the fuck would you show me something if I couldn't have it?

- Why the fuck would you bring this out? - Excited. Excited to share it.

Well, let me hold it for a night then. Let me wear it to the game tomorrow.

I'm going to the game. I'll grab it from you.

Then meet you at Adley's tomorrow morning, first thing.

Boom. Boom. Just like that. It's perfect.

- Howard, come on. - I can't.

- One night. He's good for it. - They'll pull it from the auction.

You don't understand. This stone, I'm really connecting with this, man.

I feel like I'm gonna have 40 or 50 on this, man.

You understand that?

You see what I'm talking about, Howard?

This shit speaking to him. You know?

I'm gonna destroy Philly tonight with this.

Nigga, this fucking thing makes me feel like I can fly.

- Howard, you hear that? - Yeah. Let him get that.

- You're going to "at" me at howiebling. - Yes.

- Thirty fucking pics. I want likes. - Yes. I got you.

- He's talking about at-ing me. - Let me get a fucking shot.

That's a good idea, man.

- Come here. Come here. - Look at this.

You hold it up. Look at this shit. Boom.

- Boom. Cool. - You can't just--

Give me the Celtic ring. I want the ring.

- Come the fuck on. - Collateral.

No, no. He's good money.

- I know he's good for it. - That's a deal. That's a deal.

- That's a deal. I give you that. - Thanks. All right.

I'll keep it right here, right next to my Knicks '73.

- Classic. I like that. - I appreciate you understanding.

Got you. Right.

But listen, you meet me.

Yeah, I'll meet your happy ass.

You will fucking bring that stone to me at 9:00 in the morning.

Hey. Hey. Hey, listen to me. No dicking around.

- You show up. You hear me? - Chill. I'll see you there, motherfucker.

All right. Let's roll. Let's do it, nigga. Let's do it.

- Buzz them out. - I got his earrings.

Hey, the earrings. Wait. Bring it out to him.

Keep them. Keep them until tomorrow. I'll grab them.

Black Jew power, nigga.

- He's so extra. - I'm fucking-- I don't know.

- What the fuck. - Yeah.

Who's gonna clean this fucking shit?

Eddie, boy, what are you doing?

- What do you want? - Look what I got.

Look. You're gonna love this. Here.

Hey. What's that right there?

- Can you leave me alone? - What is it?

It's Kevin Garnett's ring. Championship ring, NBA, 2008.

- I knew you'd freak out. - Bitch!

- All right. I love you, my boy. - All right. Bye.

Alberto, you came to work.

- Ronstein. - Hey, Howard.

- Break out your tray. Where is it? - I got the tray right here.

I'd shake your hand, but I know where it's been.

Look at this.

It's Kevin Garnett's 2008 championship ring.

- Championship ring? - Championship ring, 2008.

- You want to pawn it or sell it? - I want to pawn it.

- Let me take a quick look at it. - I don't know what you're looking for.

- Check the diamond. - That was just on his fucking finger.

It's single cut. It's not even full cut.

You talk to the fucking league about the way they cut their shit.

- I understand, but they're worth less. - Take a look at this. All right?

All right. It's his ring. I understand.

It's from his Instagram. It's fucking blowing up right now.

I hear you. So, what do you need for it?

I figure that thing is worth 80 grand.

Just loan it to me. That's it. Just float it to me.

- I'll be back Friday. - Number one, we both know what's in here.

We both know that the value is mostly because it's memorabilia.

But it is a memorabilia piece. So that's how you're gonna sell it, right?

Give me 50 G's. Just float it to me.

I'm gonna give you $25,000, but I want an 8% vig on the ring.

Eight percent? How about I give you a grand off the top?

I'm gonna come back Friday for it.

Last time you had something here for six months. We wanna make sure up front.

Last time wasn't my fault. We fucking went over that.

Let's make it quick-- $21,000, 7% vig.

And you said you'd be back Friday. If you're not back Friday, it's my ring.

If I don't bring it back Friday, I'm a dead man, so--

- All right. Do we have a deal? - Deal.

- Can you go get me the money? - We'll get you the money.

All right. Hey, good Pesach.

This is great.

Seventieth and 1st? What the fuck is he doing there?

He's walking. Now he's stopping. He's slowing down.

- What? - He's doing something.

He's playing with his phone or something. I can't make it out.

I can't see him. His back is to me.

He's hunched over. You can't see.

I don't know. We can't see anything.

Here he goes. Here he goes. He's going again.

Wait. I just got a text from him.

- What's he saying? - It's a picture of money.

- This fucking prick. - He says, "Arno...

- He's got fucking money. - ...I got your money right here."

All right. He's turning in somewhere.

A restaurant. Nino's.

- Hey, handsome, where's he at? - He's in the back.

He's in the back.

Hey, you got him making meatballs in the back?

All right.

You have your romaine. You have your croutons.

You have your eggs. No carrots in the Caesar salad.

- What do you want? I made your bet. - I know. I know. I gotta change the bet.

I got $21,000 here, so you add it on to the 19 grand.

- $40,000 in all. - Scrap the whole bet?

Scrap the whole bet. I want to make a six-way parlay.

- Celtics-Sixers game. What's the line? - Still plus one.

Plus one. Okay, so I want the Celtics to cover.

I want the Celtics halftime.

I want Garnett points and rebounds. Garnett blocked shots.

- Celtics opening tip. - All right.

- Do you take lightning bets? - Yeah, but you don't want lightning bets.

Fine. A thousand dollars a point, okay?

- Take this. And this is a gift from me. - What's this?

For just tolerating me for all this time. Okay?

No, I already have a Rolex. I don't need your watch.

Probably fell off a truck anyway. Listen, what do you know?

Garnett this, Garnett that. What do you know?

I don't know. I just know.

Well, I tell you what I know-- it's the dumbest fucking bet I ever heard of.

I disagree.

I disagree, Gary.

Shoot. Let him shoot. Let him shoot.

- Fuck. Fuck. - Jrue Holiday.

Fucker was five fucking steps into the--

...with 18 points, hitting four of six from three-point range.

Jesus Christ.

That's it.

Dump it to KG. Finish it. Finish it.

Back them down. Back them down.

Boom! Fuck you! Yes, that's it.

That's it. That's my man.

Go. Get up on him. Get up on him.

Fucking...

Get the fuck up on him. Goddamn it.

Howard, what are you doing? Howard, Beni is waiting for you.

- Okay, I'm coming up. - It's 25 minutes past his bedtime. Go.

- Did he brush his teeth yet? - Brush his teeth?

I sent you seven texts in the dark.

- Howard. - Yeah.

It's the first quarter.

Fucking guy was in my shop earlier today.

Look at him. Soft touch.

- I don't care, Howard. - Hit that fucking shit. Boom.

Go say good night to your son.

Okay, let me get up there.

I'll be right there.

Let me just get to a time-out.

This fucking ref is ridiculous.

- Now! - All right! All right. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. God-fucking-damn it.

Time-out, Philly.

Garnett opening up with four on the shot clock again.

Garnett, vintage game one for sure.

Fifteen points on seven for eight from the field.

Give me a fucking break.

Fuck you.

- Garnett's killing it right now. - I know. Beni's sleeping. Keep it down.

- I'm sorry. I'm just so hyped. - NBA is always the last two minutes.

So let's calm down.

- [HOWARD HIT THAT, KG! - About to win money.

Jason's about to give me 25 bucks for the first half.

Double that up last half, I might get 50 bucks.

Your father bet a lot of money on this one.

Really? How much? How much?

- You don't want to know. - A lot though, right?

Yes. Put that shit in the fucking hole.

That's right. Come on. You can dunk again. Dunk again.

Boom. Boom. Boom. All right.

Fucking amazing. Fucking amazing, all right?

He's down. He's asleep.

But no. He's like, "You can paint.

You can follow your hobbies and your bliss and your entrepreneurial thing,"

and Stephanie and Annalise went, "Ooh."

What would do if you had two weeks to live?

That's a good question.

Can you flip it to ESPN just for one second?

This is a huge game. That's why he's going so crazy up there.

You know, I'm tempted to wrangle the kids downstairs right now and get it over with.

You really want to do that?

- I don't know how sensitive that is. - You're calling me insensitive?

Thought we both agreed that we'd wait till after Passover.

Next, you'll be saying you want to wait until after the summer.

I'm not opposed to waiting until after summer.

It's a commercial. Can you just put the game on for two fucking minutes?

Until my car gets here?

Hey, that's not Chuck the Body.

No words can describe that.

Forty-one? I don't know how old these guys are.

But you can't tell by their age.

You're saying ages all older than you are.

- Here is KG. - This is crazy.

KG hits the shot from outside. He'll be 36 on Saturday.

And he puts the Celtics over the century mark, 101-76.

Garnett now with 27.

Yes! Oh, God, yes!

Oh, fuck. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- Hey, change of plans. - What's up?

Take the exit, 49th Street and Third Avenue, Smith & Wollensky's.

- Everything okay? - I just...

- What's your name? - Dallas.

Davis, I just hit very big, very big.

Oh, my God.

Five-point tag, spin back for the alley-oop.

And if he wasn't fouled, he was gonna posterize somebody.

KG having fun.

Julia?

Jules?

- Hey, what's up? - Baby, where are you at?

I'm just coming back right now. I'm in the elevator. Why, what's up?

I got held up. I'm just on my way back now.

Yeah, Dinah was on a tear tonight.

That sucks. How far away are you?

I am in the tunnel, just getting in there.

- Okay. So you're very close. - Yes.

- Hold on. I gotta go I gotta go. - Wait, wait, wait.

- Hey. - What?

I can't wait to see you. I'm in an incredible mood.

Okay, I got another line. I gotta go. Bye.

He's in the tunnel as we speak.

And I still have to set up the steaks, I still have to get ready.

Because his gem came. Hello. Do you not listen to me?

I've been talking about it all day.

I'm gonna wear the-- Remember the green that I took the photo of?

Yeah, I know. I know. Yeah, yeah.

We should go.

Okay, I gotta go. Love you. Bye.

I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!

- I can't help it. I had to get you. - Oh, my God!

Why the fuck did you do that?

You see how fucking sweet you look.

You look so gorgeous.

I just hit so fucking big.

- I hit so big. - How big?

Feel how wet I am?

I'm almost there. I'm almost there.

What? You told me that already!

I hit mad traffic. What you want me to do?

Nine o'clock we were supposed to be there! It's fucking 9:43!

The whole city is clogged up. I can't do anything about it.

Not everybody is on Demany time, man! Let's move!

Okay, you can tell Anne we're here.

- Hold on one second. Hi. - Hi.

Anne Deva? Howard Ratner and his partner. We're all ready to go.

Okay. Well, when your partner gets here,

I will let her know that you've both arrived.

You can sit over there if you'd like.

Yes?

I'm pulling up right now. Come out.

- I said, "I'm inside." - I'm not gonna find parking.

- Double-park the car. Do it. - I'm not getting no ticket for you.

So come meet me. I want to talk to you.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - No. I'm pulling up. Come out.

Do you have any guests or anything?

- We'll be right back. - Okay.

Fuck. Fuck.

Stupid...

Howard! Howard!

Jesus. How'd you find me?

- Your office told me where you are. - You following me?

- We need the money today. - My office would never tell you that.

- This is the last straw. - Get out of here!

You haven't been returning my phone calls or texts. You can't take ten minutes?

- What, you bring your heavy with you? - Yeah. You got my money?

- All right. You want money? - Yeah. You owe me 32 grand.

- Fine, fine, fine. Look. - For the games.

There's 30 grand. Fucking sell that for 15 G's.

- Fifteen G's? Where am I gonna sell this? - Go to Wimpy's, 55th and Fifth Avenue.

Go there. Put that in your pocket.

Hey, hey. Where's it at? Where's the gem?

- Get in real quick. - Give me the gem. I'll run it upstairs.

- Get in. - I don't know anything about a watch.

Get the fuck out! I don't want a watch!

You just gave it to me for the money you owe me.

- This is half the money! - I'm not buying watches right now!

Back the fuck up! Don't touch my shit. All right?

Walk the fuck away, man!

- Give me the opal. - Get in so I can talk to you.

They're waiting on us. We're late. What am I getting in the fucking car for?

Jesus Christ!

Get out of here with that fucking fugazi shit.

Who the fuck were they?

Fuck.

Why am I in your car right now? They're fucking waiting on us.

Listen, we're at the hotel, getting ready, about to go party. Got three bad bitches.

I don't have time for this. Where is my opal?

And KG leaves his fucking ID upstairs.

Demany, we don't have time.

They're waiting for us! Where's the fucking opal?

- Garnett got it! All right? - Garnett's got it? This guy fucked us.

- I don't know what you want me to do. - Call him up. Let me talk to him.

I can't call him right now. He's at practice.

Tell him I will give him another opal for free.

I can't call him because he is at practice, my nigga.

He's not gonna answer his phone for me, God, nobody else.

Then we're going to practice. We're going to practice.

- So you want me to go to Philly right now? - He's in Philly? We're going to Philly.

I just got back from Philly, man.

It's two fucking hours to get there. Come on. Come on.

Fucking cock--

- Fuck this. - Fuckin' retarded, man.

All right, we gotta be in and out.

Got my daughter's play tonight.

Who is that? Is that KG? Tell him we're here. We're coming in.

Yo, you got to calm your happy ass down.

Are we going inside the facility, or we gonna meet him out here?

- Just chill the fuck out. - I hope we see Rondo in there.

I'd love to tell him "Thank you" for dropping all those dimes.

They busy.

What the fuck is it with you Jewish niggas and basketball anyway?

I'll have you know, the first two points scored in the NBA was a Jew.

- Yeah, yeah. Who? Fred Flintstein? - No!

Ossie Schectman, 1946. Played for the Knicks.

There we go. Yeah, this is where the big boys play.

Always, always got to practice and always got--

Look at this. This is sick. Sick. Oh, my God.

Hey, check this out.

Cookies.

- Yo, my man! - Rondo, he's coming up!

He can't help himself. He's gonna have to finish.

And he scores!

- Can you give us an update? - Hey. I need to get through.

Sorry, brother.

What's changing for game two?

Demany!

- I got one coming back. - What's up?

I'm with him.

No, no, no. I'm with him. Demany. What the fuck?

- Excuse me. Excuse me. - What's he fucking--

I'm with him. I came with him.

- You saw me walk through the door. - I didn't see you walk through the door.

- What's your name? - I won't be on a list. I came with him.

I came with him. I came with him. What the fuck is he doing to me?

Cocksucker fucking works for me!

Is Marcel excited?

I think she's a little nervous.

Little nervous. Well, it's the lead part.

I know. I'm very proud of her.

- And Danny's got a role, too. - Small part. He's nervous, but...

- Nothing fazes him. - You working?

He said she was amazing.

Hang on one second.

What are you guys doing for the break?

We're not-- We're not doing anything this year.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

- That's not like you guys. - Yeah, how come?

Howard, how come? Howard?

- Everything okay? - Howard?

- No vacation? - No, we're--

Next year, we're gonna take a bigger trip. Saving up for that.

- Gonna go to Europe. - That's nice.

So, yeah, do a little culture.

- These kids are becoming morons. - What--

- Oh, yeah. Well... - We'll be morons in Cancún.

Right. Especially on the trapeze, you know?

- Good luck to Danny tonight. - Yeah, yeah.

- When's he coming? - We just talked about Danny.

- Okay. - What are you going to do for Passover?

- Is your sister coming? - Yes.

What are you doing? Who do you got?

I got six different people playing six different games.

Hey, we're all making-- Hey. Who tapped me?

Who was it?

That would be nice.

You gonna do the questions? The four questions?

- Yeah? You practicing? - I've been practicing.

I don't know how we're going to keep it in Mexico.

- Well, good luck to Marcel. - I know. And to Danny.

- Where are you going? - Daddy's got to go the bathroom.

- She's gonna be on in just a second. - I'll be back. Thank you.

Howard, Marcel is about to get on the--

- Okay, I'll be right back. - Howard, everything okay?

- This is fucked up, guys. - What's so fucked up about it?

- Could I speak to you guys outside? - You sure you want to do that?

Yeah? All right. Excuse me.

Yo, yo, Howard. Hey! What are we gonna do here, man?

Hey, you. Come on, man.

That's my family!

Get the fuck off!

Yo, get him! Get him!

Hey, look out. It's gonna be great.

Are you kidding me, how good you guys look?

- Dad, what are you doing? - Marcel, break a leg! We're all here!

Fuck.

Get him! Get him!

Fuck.

Come here, you motherfucker. Hey, fuck you! Fuck you--

I'm fucked.

Come on. Get up. Get up.

- Hey, motherfucker. - I'm up. I'm up.

- I'm coming. - Get in the fucking car.

- Hey, what the fuck? - You fucking bit me.

I am fucking coming!

Arno!

- Get in the fucking car! - Arno! Arno!

Get him in the fucking--

Okay, go, go, go. Come on. Let's get out of here.

Arno, what is happening?

You don't know me. Don't fucking say my name.

- Give me the keys. - The fucking Jew bit me!

Hey. What's happening right now?

I told you how things were gonna go if you didn't start to behave.

How was I not behaving? Explain to me. I'm sorry.

I think I was very explicit on the phone about how things were gonna go.

You like the way things are going now?

Give me the fucking keys to your car.

What are you gonna do, have them steal my Mercedes?

Look what the fuck you did! You fucking bit my--

Arno, fucking talk to me.

Don't listen to him, Arno. It's not a game.

Stop saying my fucking name!

I have every intention of paying you back. I'm broke right now.

- You broke? What's that, motherfucker? - Look at that.

Do you remember that? Look at it!

That is money that's not mine that I sent to you

because I wanted to calm you down.

We know for a fact that you placed a bet with that money.

I never placed a bet with that money.

Yes, you did. Let me ask you something.

I heard that Beni and Eddie are going to Timber Lake.

And you know what else I heard?

I heard you've resurfaced your fucking swimming pool.

- Do you know how that makes me feel? - I never resurfaced anything.

I don't know who said that!

Give me the keys! Shut the fuck up!

- Give me the keys to your fucking car! - Take the fucking keys.

Fine. All right.

Listen. I do-- I did-- I admit it.

I made a bet. And guess what.

Here's the thing. I hit. I hit the bet big.

You think I'm stupid.

You think I'm stupid, Howard, you and your whole fucking family.

I'll call the book right now. You get on the phone, and he'll tell you.

I saw your bookie! You're talking about Gary?

You spoke to Gary about what?

About you, about how you're taking my money all over town, placing bets.

You know what that does to me? Do you know how offensive that is to me?

What, you stopped the bet?

- What do you think, asshole? - You stopped the bet?

Shut the fuck up!

Congratulations, Arno!

You fucked ourselves out of $600,000.

- Shit! - Take his clothes off.

Give me that fucking bracelet. Give me the fucking shoes.

- Hold this motherfucker. - Howard, you did this to yourself.

Take the fucking pants. Take the fucking pants!

I got a fucking gift for you, man! I got a gift!

The auction is next fucking week!

Give me my glasses! I need my fucking glasses!

Shut the fuck up! Back up!

Pull up up here. Come on. Let's go.

Let me explain something to you, motherfucker.

Monday, I want the money. Arno gets the money. All right?

- I'm not fucking around anymore. - Where's my phone?

- You hear me? - Get him out of the car!

Get out of the fucking car!

Come on, come on. Let's go.

- Arno! Arno! - Get in the fucking car!

- Get in the fucking car! - All right. All right. All right.

Arno, listen to me. Arno, Arno, Arno!

- Get in the car! - Take--

- Get in the fucking car! - Don't worry about Arno.

- No, no, I want the underwear. - No, no!

Give me that. Give me your fucking underwear.

Give me!

Give me your underwear, you cocksucker.

Now fucking rot in there.

Fuck you, Arno, you cocksucking motherfucker!

Help!

Help! Help! Help!

I am fucked.

Please, please, please. Please pick up.

Pick up the fucking phone, please.

- Come on. Come on. - Howard, where are you?

Marcel is up on the stage. What do you want?

I locked my keys in the trunk of the car.

Can you please come to the parking lot and open it for me?

Fucking shit.

It's okay. Thank you. Okay.

Sorry.

I'll meet you right back inside. It's all good now.

Let me get dressed.

What could you possibly be looking for in the forest

dressed in such thin paper rags?

My wicked stepmother has condemned me to die,

lest I fill this basket with roses before the coming of dawn.

Besides our cottage is our magic garden.

It protects the roses from the snow.

Go now and fill your basket to your heart's content.

Just watch your fucking sister. It's fine.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

We must bestow a gift upon her.

I know. Every time she speaks,

gold coins shall spill forth from her mouth.

This will be our gift!

Quick. He approaches now.

This is Danny's part. He's coming out.

Hark! Who goes there?

He did so good.

Fuck.

Jesus Christ.

- Hello? - Hey!

You picked up, huh?

When I block the call, you pick up?

When you know it's me, you don't? What was that all about?

Nah, I knew it was you calling. That's why I picked up.

Hey, where's my fucking gem?

Hey, hey, you need to calm down.

- All right? Something's happened. - Listen, motherfucker.

I want my fucking property. You understand me?

Hey, watch your mouth!

All right? You're not dealing with some broke-ass nigga.

Hey, you fucking put me on that bus ride home.

You think that was funny?

What the fuck was that all about?

- That fucking bus was disgusting! - What the fuck do you want me to do?

I go into a locker room with your silly ass.

That makes me look really fucking suspect.

- Where's my gem? Where is it? - I'm trying to help you not fuck up.

- Jesus Christ. I have it on me right now. - You have it on you?

- Yes. I'm about to be back in the city. - Okay.

You going to this fucking Weeknd thing tonight?

I mean, I wasn't planning on it, but I could.

You could? No, it's not "you could." You will. You'll meet me there.

It smells good. What is it, barbecue chicken?

So, I wanted to talk about the trunk scenario.

That was literally the most awkward thing, like...

- Where are you going? - I'm heading into the city.

Late-night event. Gonna go...

- Is this the cake? - ...until 2:00, 3:00, you never know.

So I'll be exhausted tomorrow.

Yeah, okay, sure.

Good night.

Anyway, I'll finish the conversation later.

But it was literally so awkward, like--

Who are you talking to?

Jessica.

Hi, Jessica.

- How good was our girl tonight? - You can't hear her.

Okay. Well, then, just hang up for a second.

Let me talk to you, two secs.

I'll call you back.

What?

I was very proud of you tonight. You were beyond incredible.

- Yeah, you told me five times already. - Well, I just wanted...

You really didn't know how proud I was, okay?

So I really... I just really want you to know.

Okay. Well, I do.

Everything is cool, right?

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

I just thought I would check in with you.

Okay.

Make sure everything is good.

Why wouldn't I be good?

I don't know. I just thought I'd check in.

Okay. Well, I literally don't know what you're talking about, so...

That's right, because I'm an idiot.

That's why you love me.

Okay? I'm gonna get into the city, and I'll see you in the morning.

- Have fun. - Like I always do.

Anyway, where was I?

You know how I have, like, a complete resting-bitch face? So...

Yeah, it was, like, so awkward.

Demany, where-- I didn't see you out front.

I don't fucking see you in here now.

I can't believe I'm still looking for you.

Just pick up your fucking phone, man!

I don't understand this!

You better fucking be here!

Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!

Stop the music!

Stop!

Yo, someone pass The Weeknd the mic.

Where the fuck's the black light?

What's going on back there?

No, I asked for black light.

I'm not performing until there's fucking black light on this fucking stage.

- Put on the black light. - Black light! Black light!

Y'all ain't gonna hear The Weeknd until y'all turn on the black light.

- Black light! Black light! - Black light.

What's goin' on back there?

What's buzzin'?

Black light! Black light!

All right! That's what I'm talking about!

Demany!

Demany. Demany.

Howard, Howard. Look. I want you to meet my nigga, James.

Oh, yeah, you the guy.

Yo, where's that opal?

Where's that opal?

- Give me the opal. - I don't have it.

You come by the shop anytime you want.

- What'd you say? Where is it? - I'm sorry. I don't have it.

- You don't have it? What do you mean? - KG got it. I don't have it.

What the fuck are you talking about? You said on the phone you had it!

Hey! Man, I don't even want that shit.

Why the fuck are you here if you don't have the opal?

Same fucking reason everybody else here-- to see the fuckin' Weeknd perform.

- You got a problem with that? - I got a very big problem with that, man!

We came here for one fucking reason! To get the fucking--

What the fuck is wrong with you? Calm your ass down!

The fuck you think this is?

We good?

I'm good. I'm good.

Get a fucking drink, man.

- Fuck you. - Yeah, fuck you, nigga.

Yeah.

Some on your face.

- Yeah, don't look at it. - Is it off?

- What are you doing? - Julia, what are you doing?

- No touching. - Come on.

No touching.

I want to fuck you so bad.

How bad?

- I'll show you. - Mm-mm.

I said, no touching.

Feel this shit. Here, feel this.

Oh, my God.

How are you even this hard right now?

Slow down. Where you going?

I was already inside.

Listen, I don't remember seeing you inside.

I'm friends with The Weeknd. He told me to come after his set.

- Hey, Flawless! - Listen, watch the yelling.

- Fucking-- Flawless! - No screaming over here.

- Use the phone! - Tell this guy to let me in!

Come here!

The legend is in the motherfucking building!

Come here! He's not letting me through.

- They don't know me, bro. - Let him in. Let him in.

Sorry, man. He's with me. Yeah. That's my guy. What's up, sexy?

- So how we doing? - Fine.

Hey, check this out. You see this Rolls-Royce I did, from Miami?

Yeah, yeah. Richie showed me that poison shit.

Where's Julia? She in there?

- Yeah, she's back there somewhere. - With who?

Do you know what's going on with my Michael Jackson pendant?

- What about that? - What do you mean? I need it back.

- Yeah, it's in my safe. - I'm coming by tomorrow to pick it up.

Just help me to sell this thing to The Weeknd.

- You understand? - Yeah.

- What do you mean, "yeah"? - Where-- Where is she?

- You know? - Yeah.

Well, where?

Where, where, where?

I don't mean to get in your business. I don't want to get involved.

But I saw her go to the bathroom with The Weeknd.

Julia!

- Oh, shit. - Julia, are you in there?

I said to hold the door, bro.

- Open up the door! - Yo! Someone's in there.

Shut the fuck up!

Give me one second. I'm washing my hands.

- Jesus! - We were just doing coke.

- Fuck you. - Nothing happened. Howard!

What the fuck?

You fucker!

- Fuck you! - Stop fighting!

Hey, get the fuck back over here! Pussy!

Fuck you!

Fuck that motherfucker right there!

Bitch-ass motherfucker!

- Shut the fuck up! - I'm so sorry, Howard!

Fuck you!

Let's go. Get the fuck out!

You tell that fucking guy he's sued!

- He's getting sued. - Hey, Howard! Howard!

Howard! Howard!

And what fucking DJ is gonna play his shit?

I know every fucking DJ in this town.

Fuck all you losers!

Yeah, you smell like his fucking cologne!

We didn't do anything, Howard!

Yeah, right, right.

Fuck him.

You blew a huge fucking sale for me!

What were you selling, your fucking hot snatch?

Throw my whole fucking life away for this skank over here.

Wow! Okay, now I'm a fucking skank?

- Where the fuck are you, you cock? - Listen, Howard!

You knew what the fuck it was when you met me.

That's right. Yeah, that's why I wish I never fucking met you.

- Right here. - Oh, wow.

- That's great, Howard. - Get out of my fucking way.

- Howard! - Go fuck The Weeknd. All right?

We didn't fucking do anything!

Go. Go. It's fine. Go. Go.

Good night. Bye. Get the fuck away.

- Howard. - Go.

Howard.

Howard! Get out of the fucking car!

Get the fuck out of the way.

What are you gonna do, Howard? What are you gonna do, big tough guy?

- I didn't fucking do anything with him. - Get the fuck out of here.

- Get the fuck away. Go fuck the guy. - Fuck you, Howard!

- I'll see you tomorrow, Howard. - Fuck you.

- Yeah, fuck you. - Let's go. Go.

Fuck you.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Nothing much.

Oh, funny. Stupid bitch.

That's why you're in line in the fucking cold. Yeah.

Dumb bitch.

No, no, listen. Anne, Anne.

I'm looking at it. I'm looking at the opal.

- You're missing the point. - I'm looking at it now. It's gorgeous.

It is not you who should be looking at it, it's me.

- Turn that down. - Let me explain something to you.

Your opal is one of 75 items I have to okay for the auction.

All of them but yours have been cleaned, catalogued and appraised.

I'm doing some appraisals of my own, okay?

And then I'm gonna bring it to you today.

I am on the precipice of pulling it right now.

- I swear to you, please. - End of the day or we're done.

- I'm getting a call now. I have to go. - End of the day. I'm serious.

This is Howard Ratner. Hi, Jenna. Thank you for calling me back so quickly.

That message you left actually was very disturbing.

I didn't mean to worry you.

Would you mind telling me what this is about?

I saw online that your boss represents Kevin Garnett.

- I'm gonna have to put you on hold. - Okay, sure. I'll hang on.

Howard, Julia is on line one.

No. Tell her no. I'm not here. Fuck it.

Where are you?

Why aren't you answering your phone?

I asked you a question. Where are you?

I stayed at Kat's house. Where else do you think?

I couldn't fucking go home with you acting that way.

No, that's... So let me guess. You're not coming to work today?

I would like to.

That must be nice to come to work whenever you feel like it.

- Howard. - Is that good?

Is that good? Maybe you should take a nap then.

Take a nap. Get your rest. You need to remain attractive, right?

Answer me.

I just want to sit down and talk to you. I don't want to do this right now.

And I just need to work, okay?

I need to work to make sure that your cheating ass is taken care of.

Celtics Player Personnel on line two.

Goodbye!

This is Howard Ratner.

My assistant told me that you called. How are you doing?

I'm not gonna lie to you. I could be better.

Sorry to hear that. So what can I do for you?

I've been having a situation with one of your higher-profile players,

and I'm moments away right now from making things very ugly for you.

- Okay. Can you hang on for a second-- - No. I'm not hanging on.

I happen to be a litigious individual.

And I am a second away from hanging up right now

and calling my lawyer and the police.

- I have no idea what you're talking about. - KG is here with Demany.

You're starting to sound like an asshole, so maybe you want to back up and--

Never mind.

Kevin!

- Hey, hey! - Look at him. Smiling man.

Buzz them in.

- Buzz them. - I am. I am, Howard.

Buzz the fucking door.

Go to the other buzzer, please. Hurry up. Hurry up.

Be right there. Go ahead.

It's not working.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it. Just hang on. Sorry.

- Open this shit up, man. - I'm sorry.

- Ain't got time for this. We got a game. - The magnet sometimes doesn't connect.

- I don't give a fuck about that. - You brought the gem?

- I'm claustrophobic. - Okay. All right. Good.

- There it is. All right. - I'm gonna go downstairs and wait.

You can't leave because that one's locked also.

Get a fucking hammer.

Roman. Roman, he needs a hammer.

He'll be right there.

Let me get a hammer.

Honestly, it's gonna be a second.

- Move it! - I don't know if this'll work. We'll see.

- Give me the hammer. - I'm on it. I'm coming.

This usually works. This'll work. Give me this.

And get ready to buzz.

- Oh, my God. - I'm sorry. Buzz, buzz.

- That shit loud as a bitch, man. - Are you fucking kidding me?

Buzz. Hit it from the side, please.

- Flawless is here. - Get rid of this motherfucker.

- Tell him goodbye. - Oh, my God. Flawless is here?

Goodbye to fucking Flawless!

Roman! Roman!

- Come out here. - Oh, shit.

All right, listen. We're having a fucking connection issue.

Just get me some fucking metal shavings and the tool-fucking-kit. All right?

- Goddamn it. - He's gotta be kidding.

I'm going to get this open. I promise you this'll work.

Hurry the fuck up, Roman. Thank you. Thank you.

Yo, Howard! I'm here to buy the opal.

- It's game day for me! - I know. I know it is.

- What the fuck is going on? - Listen.

I got 175,000 in here.

I told you this thing is worth over $1 million.

Come on, man. What the fuck are you doing?

- Four courtside seats. - I live in New York.

Open the-- Nigga, listen.

- Listen to him. - I wanna give it to you for free.

I'm that kind of guy. Just I'm tied into an auction right now.

What auction?

The auction-- Listen, make a bid. Make a bid at the auction.

- When is it? When? - It's Monday.

- Monday. - Tell him to come to--

- Let him rent it then. - I can't.

I hold it until Monday. You'll get it back Monday night. Perfect.

- Kevin, I hate letting you down like this. - You say no to everything.

- Say yes to something. - I want to, Kevin.

I fucking love you. I feel like an asshole.

- Believe me. - You are!

Come down. Let me fucking do this. Jesus-- I got this!

God-fucking-damn it. I gotta do everything.

Please, stop knocking. It's not gonna help.

Go, go.

I'm so goddamn sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Got a door don't work? What's going on? - Get them waters. Get the cold waters.

We don't need any water. Get my ring so I can get out of here.

- Get him his ring. He got shit to do. - The ring, the ring.

- My ring. - He's got a game.

Oh, my God. No! I left the fucking ring in Long Island.

What the fuck do you mean?

- I'll give it to Demany. - I don't have time for this.

You'll get it to me?

Listen, I can't do this.

You don't have to do-- I do need-- I know, but I need the stone.

- Do me a favor. You need the stone? - Yeah, please.

- Where's my ring at, though? - I'll get the ring.

I'm gonna give it to Demany. He'll give it to you.

- Get my ring. - He'll go to Boston with it.

Howard, this is bullshit, yo.

Hey, open this fucking door, yo.

- Forgive me for being this fucking-- - Hey, yo, buzz us out, Howard.

- We'll buzz you out. Please, buzz him out. - This is crazy.

KG, forgive everything I did and the time I wasted.

You fucking asshole!

- You fucking did this! - Yo!

- You! What have you been telling him? - What the fuck are you talking about?

Look. This is how the shit works.

I bring niggas here to you to buy jewelry. That's how I get fucking paid.

You have a lot of nerve talking to me right now.

- The fuck are you talking about? - After that fiasco you fucking caused.

The nigga just offered a quarter of a million dollars for a fucking rock.

- That's all me. - 'Cause of you, huh?

- I had nothing to do with it. - That's 20 fucking grand I'm out.

You spoke to those guys in Ethiopia, right? You put all the calls in?

- Yeah, my bad. - Fuck you, my nigga.

I'm taking all my niggas somewhere else.

What the fuck are you doing? Get out of there.

There's only three fucking watches in here.

- I don't want you in there. - Where's the rest of my shit?

- I loaned them. I loaned them. - What you mean, you loaned them?

- These are fake Rollies! So what? - Nigga, it's my shit, nigga.

Them boxes is mad expensive, you fucking idiot.

- I owe you then. Get out of here. - Get the fuck off of me, man.

Howard, I have Dr. Blauman on line one.

- Where the fuck is my shit? - Go ahead. Go ahead. Hi.

- Howard? - Hi, Doctor. What's going on?

- Howard. - Where's the goddamn papers?

- Please be quiet. - Is everything okay?

- Where's the fucking papers? Bitch-ass! - Shut the fuck up.

- Howard, me? - Go ahead. I'm sorry.

What do I got?

I'm looking at the results of your colonoscopy.

- You're good. Everything came back clean. - Bitch-ass motherfucker.

- Fuck you and that goddamn phone call. - Doctor, so we're clean 100%?

- You said it's good? - Yeah, you're all clean.

Good, good. Thank you. That's a relief.

- Relax. This is just routine. - You ain't fucking listening to me.

My father fucking died from it, so of course.

I didn't mean to scare you, but given your family history--

I know, I know. Jews and colon cancer. What is that?

I thought we were the chosen people.

Colon cancer just paid for my house in the Hamptons.

Don't tell me that. Where? What part of the Hamptons?

How many acres?

What are you doing? You're gonna kill the fish.

What the fuck? My fish! My fish! You fuck!

Get a glass. Get a glass.

- Fuck them goddamn fish. - What the fuck are you doing?

You fucking asshole.

Get another glass. Get another glass. Goddamn it.

Come here. I got you. Cocksucker.

There you go. There you go. I got you, sweetheart.

Joani! Joani, please get some more glasses.

Can't see the water. They're blind now.

All right. Howard, I'm hanging up.

I thought I was perfectly clear. 5:30, I am out of the door.

I told you I was coming to you, and I'm coming to you.

- I have the stone. Don't you dare leave. - I have to leave. I have a wedding.

Howard. Howard.

- No! - Howard. Howard, stop.

You're being fucking crazy again. Stop.

Listen. I got no time to talk.

I have to be to Adley's in 15 minutes before they close.

- I'll go with you. - Then I gotta go through my father-in-law.

Please. I'm really sick. I got out of bed to come here.

I see you were in a big rush to come over here, huh?

You got yourself a fucking smoothie.

- I was in a big rush! - I want you out.

You motherfucker!

Get out of the apartment by the end of the day.

- Fuck you. - Out of my life.

You have no idea, but this--

- How you doing, Howie? - All right.

- Pesach, Howard. - All right, Larry.

You're a Jew again? Welcome back.

- I got some diamonds. - Have a good Pesach.

It's all right. Hi.

This fucking prick.

Dip the celery.

You know who kind of sucks a little bit, overrated? Chris Paul.

- Chris Paul? - He's all-NBA, man.

He can't do it alone.

Please, that's enough!

- Shut up, everybody! - All right. All right.

- Shh. Please. - Natalie, Natalie, you're up.

Wait, you skipped my dad.

Uh, where are we?

Howard, why don't you read the plagues?

Okay.

Ma, you take the Hebrew, and I'll take the English.

Yes, my dear. Here we go.

Blood.

Frogs.

Lice.

Wild animals.

Pestilence.

Boils.

Hail.

Locusts.

Darkness.

Death of the firstborn.

Hard-core back there.

That can still happen if you don't watch yourselves, kids.

Hey, it's Julia. Please don't leave me a message.

- I don't check this. Text me. - Excuse me.

You send me something like that and then you don't pick up your phone?

Huh? You were fucking with me?

I'm trying to have a nice, peaceful dinner with my family,

which is something you wouldn't understand because you don't have one.

You want to play mind games with me?

So whatever you meant by your little link,

I meant when I said I want you out of my apartment tonight.

And I want confirmation by text. Not a link. Via text.

"Howie, I am gone, 10:00 p.m."

Don't you fucking call me.

Arno, what the fuck? Can we just fucking talk?

- We're family. We're here right now. - Get out of my way.

You're not so tough without your friends around, are you?

Are you? Are you?

Fucking pussy.

You love this roster?

- I love it. - Baron Davis is done.

Start fresh. Melo, Amar'e.

- What about Lin? - That's it.

We got to bring back Lin.

You know why fucking Lin's not coming back next year?

Because Dolan saw everybody was so fucking happy. "How can I lose?"

Howard fucking knows. On top of which,

you realize that I met my wife at the first game that started Linsanity?

You know what he says to me?

He comes over to me, he says, "Happy holidays."

Like it's Christmas.

It's like having an intruder in your own home.

He's not bothering anybody. All right? He's trying.

Easy for you to say. He didn't marry your daughter.

There he is.

You good?

He's got a sprained ankle. Your guy is a schmuck.

Man, KG wouldn't even dare mess with Amar'e.

This is KG, huh?

Three for 11? What the fuck?

Yeah. He looks tortured.

That fucking guy tried to steal an opal from me.

- Your opal came? - My opal came, yeah.

And, stupidly, I lent it to this motherfucker.

- No! He took it? He stole it? - He didn't steal it.

He got carried away. He thinks it has magic powers to help him.

Magic powers?

- Yeah. - No, really?

Look at him tonight without it.

He didn't have it tonight. Look how fucking bad he played.

He wants to own it, so I tell him come to the auction and make a bid for it.

- When is this auction? - The auction is Monday.

Okay. So, what do you think it's worth?

Well, listen, it's anywhere from $1,000 to $3,000 a carat,

and it's 600 carats.

That's over $1 million.

He's rich!

Not as rich as Gooey, but working on that.

Who's comparing? Rich is rich.

I made a crazy risk, a gamble, and it's about to pay off.

Don't look at us. Don't look at him. Don't look at me. Find it yourself.

Come on. Keep looking.

Now warm, warm, warm. Warmer.

Very warm.

Keep looking. Keep looking.

I found it!

That's my boy!

Hey, find your stuff. We're leaving soon.

I can't believe--

Just suck in a little bit, and it'll fit.

- Let's show Dad. - Dad, Dad, look!

This is Mom's bat mitzvah dress. It still fits her.

Oh! That's hysterical.

Hey. It's 9:00. What do you think? Should we get going?

- Yeah, let's go tell the boys. - I told them. I told them.

What?

Um... You look gorgeous.

Oh, God.

I wanted to talk to you for a minute and just sit down.

We don't have to do it here. We'll wait, but I--

I'm having very serious second thoughts.

And, uh...

We're all together right now. We're all so comfortable.

It's... I...

Is it too late? Should we maybe--

- What do you think? Am I crazy? - Are you serious right now?

Yeah. I know. I know I fucked up.

Yeah, you fucked up. You are a fuck-up.

- And I'm not having this conversation. - Please, stop.

Just stop for one second. Just look at me.

Look in my eyes, and they'll tell you what I'm feeling.

Please. Please.

Okay. What are you thinking?

What? Tell me.

- Tell me. I want to know. - Oh, my God.

I know. What?

Your face is so stupid.

- Okay. - Oh, my God.

I'm gonna leave her. I'll leave her. I don't need her.

We're done. We're done.

- Okay. Okay. - It's done. It was stupid. She was trash.

She's trash. I know that.

I was stupid. I'm done. I'm done.

It means nothing. Meant nothing.

Please.

I'm begging you. Just give me another shot.

- You know what, Howard? - Say yes. What?

I think you are the most annoying person I have ever met.

I hate being with you, I hate looking at you,

and if I had my way I would never see you again.

That's 'cause you're mad. You're mad, and it makes sense.

You can punch me if you want.

Oh, thanks.

Hey! I was ready for it.

I don't even want to touch you.

- Oh, my God! - Are you kidding me?

Wait, turn around. I wanna see the back.

Did you see that?

I hate you! Does that fit you right now?

I'm 15 pounds overweight.

I'll get the car, okay? I'll get the car.

See?

You look so good.

New York and Long Island's home of classic rock,

Q106. 7, The Rock.

Marcel, she's always...

Like we want to see everything she's doing at every moment.

- She's so jealous of you. - You think she's jealous of me?

Yeah, she wants your life.

- She wants our house. - She can have it.

Look at the way you're playing. Go right.

Why are you taking Lex?

I'm gonna take the tunnel. It's better, less traffic.

No! You let me focus and give me the phone!

Plus, I want to grab something from the apartment, and it's right there.

- Go left. Go left. - I'm trying. I'm trying.

- Hit the boss! - I hit him.

- We're gonna stop by the apartment, guys. - Oh, my God.

- Come on, Mom. - Daddy's got things to do.

- You're so annoying. - He's got business.

- You died! Give it to me! - Oh!

Hi, Mr. Ratner. How are you?

- Anything in the trunk? - I'm just gonna be up and down.

- I got to use the bathroom. - Just hold it in. All right?

- It's 25 minutes before we're home. - Don't be ridiculous.

- Go upstairs and use the bathroom. - I'm tired. I wanna go to sleep.

You couldn't go at Grandpa's? You had to wait till now?

Come on. We're going. We're going.

Goddamn it.

Bathroom is all fucked up because of construction, so I asked the neighbor if--

I don't wanna use the neighbor's bathroom. I'm taking a shit.

- You ever see the show Good Times? - No.

You're actually going to like this. This guy was the father on the show.

What? I don't care.

I showed it to you.

- He was in Coming to America. - He's probably sleeping.

- I bet you he's a old man. - Who is it?

It's Howard, next door. I live in E.

- Hey, how are you? - What's up?

Unfortunately my bathroom is all fucked up, and this kid's gotta go.

Can we use yours for a minute?

No. Sorry.

What a fucking dickhead.

Hey, stop that. He's a fucking legend.

- Hello? - Hi.

I'm your neighbor.

- Hey, how you doing? - How are you?

I'm your neighbor. I never introduced myself.

- Alan. How are you? - My bathroom is all fucked up.

My son needs to-- Can he use yours for a second?

Number one or number two?

He's gonna go one. One. All right? So you go quick.

- All right. In the back. - I'll meet you in the hallway.

Julia!

"Have a nice life.

I hope you find everything you're looking for."

Yeah. I'm coming.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

- Who's the girl living in your apartment? - What'd you say?

That guy told me there's some hot chick living in your apartment.

Who's that? Mom?

What are you doing talking to that cokehead?

I told you to go in there and take a shit. That was it. Get on the elevator.

Enough already.

Don't... Don't talk about that. That ain't right.

- Did you get what you needed? - Yeah.

Put the recycling and the garbage out

before you come in the house.

It's a big day.

Magnolia Bakery from the downtown original.

- Thank you. Thank you. - Have you had these yet? Delicious.

You tell everybody here thank you so much for everything they've done for me.

These are on me, Howard Ratner.

And what's this?

- Is this the catalog for today? - That's the one.

If they want anybody else to come in, they're gonna have to tell me before him.

It stops right on me.

Thank you.

What the fuck is this?

- This is a mistake. - It's a correction.

No, it's a correction, but it's a fucking mistake.

- Where's Anne? I want to speak with her. - I'm sorry. Anne is in a meeting.

No, get her out of the meeting. It's an emergency. I wanna speak with her.

Call her on the phone, please. Thank you.

If you promise to keep your voice down,

- I'm happy to call her. - Yes.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Hello, Anne.

Can you ask her how this fucking 155 bullshit happened?

Did you hear that? Mm-hmm. Okay.

What? What is she saying?

- I'm afraid that's your appraisal. - I know that's what it says.

I'm asking, who came up with the fucking figure?

- Oscar in Gems. - Well, Oscar is fucking wrong.

I could go out and get six appraisers right now,

five of them would say at least $3,000 a carat.

- He's saying he can go to six appraisers-- - Give me the phone.

Can I speak to her, please?

- Can I speak with her? - I'm gonna have to hand you over.

That won't be necessary. I'd rather you didn't.

- Anne. - Yes.

This is fucking outrageous.

Okay, you need to calm yourself down, Mr. Ratner.

I don't want to be calm. This appraisal is a fucking joke.

Oscar happens to be one of our most experienced gemologists.

Who clearly knows nothing about colored stones.

And why the fuck am I hearing about it now?

Do I need to remind you that you brought the opal to us on a Friday night

for an auction set on a Monday morning?

- We were lucky to get it appraised at all. - I don't give a fuck. I don't care.

- It needs to be changed. Do it. - Well, that's not an option.

- But if you like, we can pull it. - Pull it? No, no.

Not gonna pull it, okay? Here's what you'll do.

You're gonna make an announcement at the top of the auction

that the correction was wrong and the original estimate stands.

We are not correcting a correction. We can either pull it or carry on as-is.

- It's entirely up to you. - Okay. Thank you so much.

- Okay, Anne. - I have bent over backwards for you.

- We are done here. - Yes, that'll be perfect.

- I'll let her know. - Let who know?

Me and my staff had to work the entire weekend to get your piece ready.

- I don't even care what we stand to make. - Once again, I apologize.

I'm just happy I won't ever have to work with you again.

So she said that we need to...

take the inserts out of each catalog before the auction starts.

So you have those.

If you want, I saw a box down there, and I can start on these.

- What are you doing? - I just have a question for Anne.

You don't need to call her. I just spoke with her.

- It's a separate question. Don't worry. - Howard!

Hi, Anne. He's saying you told him it was okay to take out the...

Fuck 'em. Put 'em back in. I don't give a shit.

- Gooey! - We're here.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

- Is he here? - KG? He is--

- I didn't see him yet. - I got all these things for him to sign.

Listen to me. Listen.

If you want that, get it before the auction starts.

- Go to the auction room. - Find him in there.

He's a great guy. You'll love him.

- He's excited. - So, I want to ask you a little favor.

- Yeah, what? What favor? - So, um...

I need you to jack up the bids.

What? No. No. Absolutely not.

Gooey, a little bit. It's just here and there, you make a bid.

I just got to ensure we get it up to 250.

- What if I win at 250? - That's easy. I'll give it back to you.

- But you're not-- - Geez!

This is not a nice position you put me in. I resent this very much.

I fucked up. I should've got my own appraisal,

but I didn't have the time.

- How much they appraise it for? - 200.

- Two hundred? - Yeah, but these assholes--

- What happened to-- - They don't have an opal specialist.

My guy at the AGL says 500 just based off the pictures.

So, 20% I'll give you for the winning bid, to be a partner with me.

KG is gonna buy it. It's not a problem. This guy is obsessed with the stone.

Today was supposed to be about Aaron meeting KG.

To show support. That's what today was supposed to be about.

Well, this is support. This is support like you've never known.

Sold to you. Thank you so much, sir.

We move on now, ladies and gentlemen, to lot number 38. Lot 38.

We have a sale-room notice.

I'm required to inform you all that this fine Ethiopian black opal,

presented here before you all on your left, my right,

is now offered with a revised estimate

of $155,000 to $225,000 US.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is a fine piece, a collector's work,

and most importantly, it is windowed on either side

to reveal the full spectrum of its dazzling color

and the pinfire pattern within.

So with that in mind, ladies and gentlemen,

my colleagues are ready and poised on the phones,

and you're all ready with your paddles.

We shall start the bidding now at $20,000.

20,000 now. 30,000.

Do I have 40,000? 40,000. Gentleman's bid.

Pleasure to see you, sir. Thank you, sir.

40,000 now. Do I see 50?

50,000 now, in a new place. Thank you. Pleasure to have you back, too, sir.

50,000 now against you, sir. Shall we say 60?

60,000 now against you, sir. 70,000 now against you, sir.

- 100 grand. - 100,000 now.

Bid with you, sir, and a great place.

A big, bold, giant leap for a big, bold, giant leaper at 100,000 now.

It's no longer yours, sir. It's against you, sir.

Going to try one more, sir?

I will even break an increment with you, sir.

Can I urge you to consider a bid of 105,000, sir?

Come on, sir. Are you sure?

Positive? No further? A defiant nod then.

Looking then for 110, the room. It's 100,000 now.

Is there any further bidding? 110,000 now.

Welcome back, sir. 110,000 now. Once again against you, sir.

Shall we try 120? 120.

Try one more, sir? Let's try 130. 130 now.

Try 140? 140,000.

Come on, sir. Let's up it again to 150.

Try one more and 150,000. No longer yours, sir.

Would you try 160? 160 now.

Back against you again, sir. Can we try one more at 170?

170 now. Say 180.

- Say 180, sir. - We agreed on 175.

- $180,000 now. - It's fine.

Bid back against you, sir.

I'm looking for 190,000.

$190,000 is bid. Against you, sir.

190,000. Confer with your adviser now.

It's okay. I need this stone.

Gonna move this up any higher, any further?

- Relax. Are you serious? - It's a last chance for you, sir.

I have to move this along. We have a good bid at 190,000.

I'm looking for 200, sir.

Gonna move this up any higher, any further?

You sure, sir? Last chance, fair warning.

It's with you, sir, at $190,000, against the phones,

against the rest of the room.

Sold to you, sir, at $190,000. Thank you so much.

Thank you, sir. Paddle 172.

All right. Hmm?

- Gooey, I'm so goddamn sorry. - Shh!

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

Listen. I--

- Supposed to be on 48th street. - Thank you. Thank you.

- It's 190 grand, Howard. - That's temporary. That's temporary.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I gotta tell you I was gonna stop pressing him once we got past 200,000.

- Did I not tell you that was gonna happen? - I'm sorry.

- So now what? - Your money is gonna go into my account.

- I'll wire it right back to you. - Including you owe me 20%.

Absolutely. It comes right out of my pocket.

- That is nearly 38 grand, Howard. - I know that.

So I'm gonna need a couple weeks on that, but it'll be done. I promise you.

- Aaron, let's go. Come on. - Dad, I got, like, six autographs.

- Now. - See you, Gooey.

You got the autographs. That's great.

Yeah, great.

Wasn't Garnett a champ?

Hey, don't be mad at me, okay? Please? Please don't be mad.

Come on. Can I get the opal? Let me get the opal.

- What for? - Because I gotta sell that.

- Take the fucking opal. - Yes, all right. Okay, thanks.

Get them going. Open the fucking door. What's he waiting for you for?

Okay. All right.

I know, I know, I know.

Let him go, and then we'll talk.

- The fuck was that? - All right, I fucked up.

It was a mistake, all right? I know it. I admit it.

I gotta-- I gotta--

Let's hit pause for one fucking second.

Gonna call Kevin 'cause I know he fucking wants it.

And you saw he's got the 175.

And then everything will be copacetic.

All right?

KG, it's me. I got great news for you.

Hello?

Hello?

There's no one on the fucking phone.

If you just give me two fucking--

Shut the fuck up.

You're lucky there's people around here, you prick. Let's go.

Hey, you fucking...

Arno! Arno!

Just listen to me, please.

I spoke to Demany.

Remember Demany? He's a business friend of mine.

He gave me the fucking number.

Enough, Howard! That's fucking enough!

Why are you being so thick-headed and--

Fuck you, man. Suck my dick. Throw him in the fucking water.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Let's go. Fuck him. Let's go. Come on.

Where the fuck are my glasses?

Oh, my fucking God. Where are they?

Got the Versace.

I don't know if this is a $400 bag. Maybe 250.

Howard! Howard!

Forget about Howard. The Brioni's great on you.

- Howard, Joseph and-- - I'm not feeling good.

- Are you okay? What's wrong? - I don't want to work.

- Send everybody home. - All right, sweetie.

Hey. Sorry to bother you.

What is it?

I wanted to see how the auction went.

Terrible. I don't want to talk about it.

Okay, well, Damien and Joseph brought this amazing sweat suit

that I think would look so nice on you.

- Do you want to see it? - Just leave me alone, please.

Come on, Howard.

Don't look at me.

Oh, my God, Howard.

- Don't look at me. - What the fuck happened to you?

Don't look at me, please.

I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't know what everybody is...

It's not ever going right.

I know. I know.

I'm so sad.

I'm so fucked up.

I'm so fucked up.

Hey, I'm really upset, too.

I'm sorry if this has anything to do with me,

but I swear I didn't do anything.

I wish you were nicer to me though.

It was not nice what you did to me.

I try, but it's really hard.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.

I don't have any place to go. I don't have anywhere to get better.

But you do.

Like, really, Howard.

You're my home. You could come to me.

I can't figure out...

I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do.

Everything I do, it's not going right. Everything I do, it's not going right.

I don't know what to do. I really don't.

And I don't want anymore of this shit. I really don't.

I gotta figure this out. I gotta figure this out. I really do.

Well, I got something if you want, but you can't make fun of me.

What?

My God, it's so stupid, but-- I don't know. I got it.

I thought it would make you feel better.

Look. Unzip my skirt.

Not like that. Just unzip my skirt.

- It says "Howie." - What did you do?

- Why would you do that? - You don't like it?

- No, I do. I'm not worth it. - Yes, you are.

You are worth it. Look, Howie.

- I'm so crazy about you. - I don't deserve this.

Yes, you do. I love you.

- No, no. - Yeah.

- You can't even get buried with me now. - It's okay.

This fucking guy.

Do not let him in. Understand me?

Just ignore him. Ignore him, Joey.

Here. Let's get you cleaned up.

It's not broken, right? You don't think it's broken, right?

This is crazy. You can't be out here looking like this.

Can you answer that?

- Hello? - Hi. This is Liz. I work with Kevin.

- I'm actually looking for Howard. - This is Howard.

Hi. Yes, I got your message from Demany about the gem.

We're at the bank right now.

Oh. Did-- So, does he want it?

Yes, yes. Kevin's still interested. We could actually be--

It's like we discussed, right?

It's still 175, right?

- Yes. Yes, in cash. - In cash?

- We're at the bank. - You tell him we're at the bank?

Kevin, yes. I told him.

- Howard, I got to go. - Okay, okay.

I'll see you soon. Goodbye.

You see? I told you.

Arno, listen. No bullshit.

Kevin Garnett is coming to my office right now with $175,000 cash, all right?

You said I got till Monday?

Today is still Monday,

so I don't know if you're hearing this, but, Arno, this is real.

Kevin's really on the way. He was just at the bank.

Come get your money, buddy.

- I need the Celtic ring back. - What happened to Friday?

- I know, I know. - It's Monday, Howie.

I know what we said. But it was a short week. Pesach.

- What happened to your face? - Car accident, okay?

So, listen to me. I need the Celtic ring. I'm gonna give you the Knicks ring.

All right? You know what that means to me. Swap them out, please.

- You've had this Knicks ring forever. - I just need the Celtic ring back.

- All right? - No, no.

- What do you want to do? - I own that ring right now.

- I know you do. - So, I'll swap you the two rings.

But I'm gonna put a 15% vig on this one.

If you're not here by Friday, it's gonna be the same thing.

- You're not gonna have a third ring. - You're not gonna have to worry.

Make it a 16%. I'm sorry I fucked you.

What's going on? You okay?

- I'm very good. Everything is going good. - Yeah?

I promise you. I promise you.

Hey, there he is.

KG, don't you got a game tonight?

I got your chip right here, all right? Game night.

- We've really got to go. - You must be Liz.

We're gonna make it quick. Absolutely.

Julia, let's get these guys some Powerades.

Powerades? Water? Anything else?

- It's fine. I'm okay. I'm good. - They're cold. You know that.

- Let me get a second with you. - You want a second? Sure.

- Kevin, five minutes. - I got it. Give me two seconds.

Kevin, we need to be there in less than an hour.

Let me holler at you. What the fuck is going on?

Ever since I met you, you've been giving me the runaround with everything.

- What do you mean? - You're fucking with my emotions.

You just playing with me. This hasn't been straight since I came here.

- You understand? - Why you saying that?

I borrowed the opal. It's just one thing. I come back over here. I brought it back.

I brought it back. I didn't have to. You understand?

I show up at the auction, you had somebody bid against me? All these fucking games.

What the fuck are you doing? You don't think I know none of this?

It's complicated, KG.

You see this face? You see this?

Here's 165,000 right here, cash.

I'm showing you because it wasn't easy, man.

Six percent goes to Demany. I've already taken it out.

All right. I guess that's fair.

Let me get the fucking opal. Let me get out of here.

This opal. This opal is very valuable for you.

- Absolutely. - Okay? I did that.

Get the fuck out.

I respect you. I respect your passion. Okay? I always have.

- I thought you was a fan, too, man. - I'm a fucking huge fan.

What did you pay for this? Real shit.

That's not a fair question, Kevin. All right?

We're talking months and months of my time.

I'm not gonna take the money back. I did the deal. I'm just saying.

Straight up, me and you, mano a mano.

- How much did you pay for this? - Fucking...

What'd I pay? I paid a...

This is-- That's...

I'm telling you, if I answer that question, it's very misleading.

- Why? - I paid 100 grand, okay?

- So you doubled your money. - I'm the joke here. I got fucked.

A million dollars is what I was supposed to get.

I get a-fucking-what? Made 65 G's?

You gave some niggas from Ethiopia 100 grand

for something you thought was worth a million dollars.

- You don't see nothing wrong with that? - Ethiopian miners?

You know what these guys make?

A hundred grand is 50 lifetimes for these guys.

A million dollars is more is my point.

You want to win by one point or fucking 30 points, KG?

Right? I see you out there when the fucking stadium is all booing you.

You're 30 up. You're still going full tilt.

What does Vegas got you guys at today? Take a look. Let's see.

Are you serious?

- You gonna pull this up here? - Look at this.

The Sixers are supposed to win the game tonight, they think.

I don't keep track of that shit.

They think on game seven you're not gonna get fucking 18 points.

They don't think you're going to get eight rebounds?

- These guys don't know shit about ball. - What the fuck are they do--

Doesn't that make you want to fucking kill them?

Doesn't that make you want to say, "Fuck you for doubting me"?

Doesn't that make you want to step on fucking Elton Brand's fucking neck?

Come on, KG. This is no different than that.

This is me. All right? I'm not a fucking athlete.

This is my fucking way. This is how I win.

All right? All the fucking hard work I do?

All the fucking ass-kicking and the dues I pay?

You're not gonna score on the big one on game seven?

Fuck these people, right?

That's how you feel. I know you do.

So look.

Let's fucking bet on this.

Let's bet on this shit.

I'm fucking gonna bet all this money on you tonight, KG.

You're here to win, KG. These fuckers don't know.

Them out fucking west? Do you think they fucking know you?

They don't know you. They don't know us.

It's about fucking winning. It's about you.

I saw your fucking conviction,

your fucking honesty and your fucking magic.

- Howard, you're fucking crazy, man. - Listen, KG.

Do you even understand how fucking great of a game you're gonna have tonight?

- I know it. - Listen--

We're a team tonight, KG.

This is a fucking lock.

It's a fucking feeling. We both have it.

They don't know. You and I know, all right?

- Nice fucking trim. - There we go.

Nice fucking watch, too.

Hey, do you mind watching the space while I run to the bathroom?

- Sure. - Thank you.

- I can leave you guys alone in here? - Do your business. You want company?

I don't think so. But next time maybe.

- Hey. I'm looking for Howard. - I don't know where he is. I'm sorry.

- We're closed. - He gave me a fucking fake Rolex.

- I'm sorry. - I'm not getting stuck with this.

- I don't know anything about that. - Well, let me talk to you about this.

- You gotta help me. - Sorry, I'm busy.

This is gonna be one of the best nights of our fucking lives.

Howard. Howard.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Where are you?

- Howard, what the fuck is going on? - Take this.

- What is this? - I need you to listen to me carefully.

I booked you on a Blade, okay?

You're gonna land on top of the Mohegan Sun.

- Okay. - There's a bet in that bag.

I want you to take all of it,

all of it inside the bag, and place it on that bet.

- How much is in the bag? - There's a lot.

I don't want you to think about that.

I don't even want you to look at it until you get there

and you take it out and give it to the teller.

- You understand me? - Okay. I got it.

I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you tonight.

- You know that? - I wish I could kiss you.

All right, you gotta go. You get going.

All right. Love you. Bye.

Thanks, Jo. See you.

Bye. See you, Josh.

- Let's get this over with. - Arno.

- You're never gonna believe this shit. - Believe what?

We're about to hit so goddamn big.

KG was just here. You saw him, right?

I gave him the gem.

He's gonna fuck up the money line so bad tonight.

Howard, where's the money right now?

It's on the way right now. It's on the way to the casino.

What the fuck are you talking about, Howard?

- The fuck is going on in there? - Where's that girl?

- I ain't seen her. - She didn't get back here?

- No. - What are you not getting?

- No, no. It's in this room right now. - Go get her now.

Bring her back.

Hey, handsome, hit the buzzer.

For what? What am I opening the door for?

- Somebody fucking just buzz me out. - I got it.

- What are they doing? - You're saying what?

Take your hands off me. What the fuck are we doing?

It's gonna make sense in about two fucking minutes.

- You're gonna listen to what-- - I'm listening to you.

- You're gonna do what I tell you to do. - Listen, you fucking goon.

I'm telling you something good right now. Listen to me.

- Shut the fuck up. - What are you doing?

Hey! Come on. Come on.

- I'll drop you on your fucking head! - Give me the word. I'm gonna let him go.

Please, help me up.

- You gonna call her? - I'll call her!

- Are you gonna get that bitch down here? - I promise. Take me up.

All right, come on. Get him up.

Listen. Listen to me.

Get yourself together, all right?

I want you to make that call. Hear me? Come on.

Give me a fucking second, please.

You'll have plenty of time after you make the call.

- My heart. - Call this girl. I want her back here now.

She's at Mohegan Sun.

Yeah. Here, come on. Let's go.

Put it on speaker.

There we go.

This motherfucker...

Come on. Come on.

- I can't. I'm sorry. - Fucking guy. Unbelievable.

I'm sorry. I really am. I am sorry.

Fuck this.

You're a moron.

- I'll do it. - Are you kidding me?

It's not worth it, man. Put that shit away.

- What are you doing? - Buzz us out.

Why am I buzzing you? Why are you going?

- Just buzz me the fuck out. - Watch the fucking game.

- Buzz me the fuck out. - You'll be happy with the results.

I'm telling you now before I put your head through the fucking glass.

I'll buzz you out. I'll buzz you out, all right?

Fucking...

Close that door. Close it.

Come on. Buzz me out.

What are you doing?

Open this fucking door.

Come on.

- This cocksucker... - Howard, open the door.

We can't get out.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm not buzzing you out.

Arno. Arno.

The Sixers shouldn't even be there. You understand?

She's at the Mohegan Sun sports book.

Mohegan Sun sports book.

This is a game seven.

- Get over there now. - You know what she looks like. Find her.

- They're gonna get to the Garden and fold. - Howard, open the door.

- I know you're upset, Arno. - Of course I'm upset.

I'm trying to fucking make this all work for you.

The NBA doesn't want the Sixers to win. They got-- There's no money in that.

You understand? The refs know that.

They want stars. Stars get a fucking rating.

Open the door! Open it now!

This is fucking bulletproof.

You're only gonna hurt yourself. That doesn't work.

- Phil. Phil. - Arno, I'd duck.

You're gonna get killed. Listen to me.

Thank you. Thank you. I'm talking to Arno.

- Enough of you. - Open this fucking door!

- Listen to me. - I got something.

Do you realize all he's gotta do is get the opening tip?

Buzz that fucking thing open.

You know how many rebounds this guy is gonna get?

Who is that? Who are you talking to? Who'd you call? Who did you call?

Open the fucking door, dick.

- Come on. Come on, goddamn it. - I need you to get over here, man.

- Yeah? - Dinah, it's me.

- Make it quick, 'cause I-- - ConEd called the office.

There's a fucking gas leak on Pinoak.

- For crying out loud. - So they're evacuating the whole block.

- Just slow down, okay? - So get the kids out of there.

You and the kids go to Amy's.

Why would they call the office and not--

- I don't know why they called me. - You're not making any sense.

I'm not here to argue with you, Dinah.

Get the kids out of the house. I'm frightened, okay?

- You're freaking me out. - Just get out.

Go to Amy's and do not leave there until I get home.

- Oh, my God. - You promise me?

- Stay at her house, okay? - Okay. But you'll meet us there?

- Let me tell you something, prick. - Yes. Thank you.

Open the fucking door!

Last year I made $125 million.

I don't even know what to do with my money anymore.

I have nobody to spend it with,

nobody to enjoy my life with anymore. It's horrible.

Today is a big day for me. I met you. You're hot.

Wanna have a drink when we get there?

This is the third of game seven of the 2012 NBA playoffs.

...it certainly has been competitive.

- Hi. - Hey, okay, so I'm betting on the Celtics.

Parlay, three-way, money-- I don't know. Plus tip? Here.

So you want a parlay, three-way...

Make sure that when you put it in, it's exactly that, okay?

I will. How much you want on it?

I'm not really sure. You're just gonna have to...

Oh. Okay.

Chad? Just give me a minute.

I just have to have my supervisor count this.

- Okay? - Okay.

- We're almost there. - One second, ma'am.

Come on. Let's go.

You feeling this?

Feeling this.

Beautiful.

- Number 5, KG! - This is it, boys. This is it.

Kevin Garnett.

Go ahead. Tell me.

Okay. Listen. Listen. Listen.

Say the whole ticket out loud. I want you to say it really loud.

Give me a second. I want some people to hear it. Hang on.

Say the whole ticket. Go ahead.

- I put 155 on the three-way bet. - Yeah.

Garnett's points plus his rebounds with the Celtics money line

with the Celtics to win the opening tip.

Right. Just read the whole ticket.

Okay. So it says here that...

- You having a good time? - Yes.

...to win $1,229,000...

Did you fucking hear that number?

That's enough. You don't have to say anymore.

- The bet's in. The bet's in, okay? - Fuck you.

I'm taking you to the Ritz Carlton in the Grand Cayman, all right?

With the fucking Jacuzzi.

- All right. Rub that tattoo for me. - Okay, I love you.

Okay, here we go.

We grab this tip, and we're in business, boys. All right?

Pound that chest, baby. This is it.

We got to get this. This is right out the gate.

Come on. Come on, man.

Come on.

Get that tip.

Let's go. Get that fucking tip. Get that tip.

Get that! Yes, yes!

Fuck! We would've been fucked if he didn't get that!

That was the fucking biggest part of the whole goddamn parlay right there.

That was huge. I knew he was gonna win that.

All right. That's it.

One! One rebound. Go. That's one. That's fucking one.

Look at that. Look at that. Right out the fucking gate. The man.

The man's feeling this. Yep!

Go. Get it. Get it to him.

- Garnett down low. - Go, go. Finish it. Finish it.

Hey! Yes! All right! That's fucking it!

That's the first shot of the game. He fucking hit it. That's three now.

Two plus that fucking rebound. That's three out of 26.

Okay, I bet on the Celtics, specifically Kevin Garnett.

Two good bets. Celtics are winning and Garnett's got nine and seven.

So that's 16 right now on your way to 26, right?

The gorgeous one is here.

Not even halftime yet?

Twice in one day. I can't believe it. From the helicopter to here.

How you doing, baby? I can't get you out of my mind.

- You're funny. - You're hot, baby. You're definitely hot.

- Yeah. - So you got money on the Celtics?

- Is he gonna shoot? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, Garnett. That one's gonna help.

- Come on, man. - He should've gotten that one.

He missed his shot. Who cares?

- I have a great idea, after halftime. - What's that?

I'd like you to come up to my room. I hired the chef.

I'm in Penthouse "A," and it's gorgeous. Best views.

- Who could ask for more than that? - Thank you.

- I love you, baby. I'll see you there. - Okay.

- Penthouse "A." - Yep. Got it.

- Okay? Thanks. Can't wait to see you. - Okay, bye.

- Wow. - The fucking worst.

He's like a cartoon.

Nine points to go with seven rebounds.

You okay?

Boston leads by eight.

- Oh. - What happened?

...offense so far in game seven.

Let's see if they can in the second half, which is coming up next.

- What's going on? You need help? - Thank you so much for your help.

This is the beauty of betting. This is the beauty of betting, you know?

I'm fucking pulling for the Celtics. A Knicks fan.

If the 12-year-old version of me saw me right now, he'd be like, "What the fuck?"

Everybody is talking about this big bet here,

so it's gotta be her.

He's with me.

We're gonna fucking snatch her and bring her back, boss.

Boss. Absolutely.

I need everyone in here to lock in.

KG. Look at KG.

Remember this.

If you want to go quickly, do it alone.

But if you want to go far, you do it together.

We're like roaches, and you can't kill us.

Quit fucking passing. Get it to him.

And another. And another. And shoot! Shoot! Shoot!

Fuck that shit!

Fucking Doc!

Fucking threw his rhythm off. He took him out of the game.

Fuck, man.

That's your fault.

You see that other guy though, Phil?

One of your boys from Boston? You got some boys in Boston?

You'll see. Hang on.

This fucker? Is that one of your boys, that fat fuck?

Looks like you. Look like one of your boys.

That's a fucking rebound! That's it!

Three more. Three more. Way to go.

What did it say up there? What is the score?

- Are they winning? - They're winning.

- Another rebound! - Winning by three points.

Fuck that shit! He fucking fouled him!

Doesn't matter. He grabbed it. He had it. That counts as one.

What are we at? Twenty-three?

All right. Let's go.

Get it. Pick it up. All right. That's it.

That's it. Shoot. That's it. Come on, K!

Shoot it! Shoot it!

Holy fuck, yeah!

Thank fucking God!

Just fucking-- That's all the gem.

It's all the gem.

That's-- We're at 25 now.

One more. One more fucking point.

Either a rebound or a fucking basket.

Anything. Either one, we fucking got this.

- Must be housekeeping. - One more. We just need one more.

- Oh, my God. Come on in. - Hi.

- Three times in one day? - I know.

Unbelievable.

I can't believe it's you. Where's your boyfriend?

Why don't we watch the game?

Without a doubt. Go ahead, honey. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.

- How do I work the remote? - The iPad's over there.

Do what you got to do with the iPad. Look. I gotta take a shower, okay?

I really gotta take a shower. I gotta get myself washed.

That plane ride, it got me all messed up and everything else.

So what I want you to do if that doorbell rings, okay--

I got my friends coming in, or I got the food coming, okay?

- Just answer it and let 'em in. - Okay. All right.

Garnett.

That's it! That's it!

Thank you.

That's it. Okay, that's two. That's done.

We've got that-- Two. Just gotta win now.

Celts gotta win and we're fucking done. We're done, Arno.

What's the score, baby?

- Sixty-eight, 73, Boston. - Sixty-eight, what? In the fourth?

...daring Rondo to shoot.

Just cancel the fucking food.

I want to go out.

Baby, I love that you're into this game.

Defense!

Trying to get rid of Brandon Bass.

Tries it again. Up and under.

Shot misses. The rebound.

Push it. Push it!

Push it. Go. Get it fucking home.

Get it. Get it to him. Yeah! Don't fucking miss that!

Don't miss that. That's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

KG's gonna hit this fucking shot.

Let's ice this shit.

Sink this shot. Sink it. Sink it.

Come on. Feel it. Feel it. Feel it.

Feel it. Come on.

He's got the gem. He's got the gem. Feel that fucking gem.

With 15 of 16 from the line, again,

we've only taken four here in the second half.

It's all right. It's all right.

All right. We're up enough. This is not that big of a deal.

This will just fucking help seal it, but we're good.

Don't talk. Just fucking do your shit, man.

Do your shit. Do your shit.

Get this shit. Come on.

Celtics led by three.

Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

All right! The Truth fucking feels it. I feel it.

I'm confident now. I'm confident.

Don't let him shoot that. Don't let him shoot that.

Don't let him shoot that.

Get that. That's it! Yeah, yeah!

Oh! Oh, my God!

Yeah, yeah!

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Howard, did we just win?

Oh, my fucking God! Are you kidding me?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Holy shit.

Oh, my God, baby. I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you.

Oh, my God!

He fucking did it. He fucking did it.

- You always believed. - You fucking did it.

Yeah, I know. I know. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

No, you, you, you. I love you. I love you. I'm so happy.

It's going down. It's going down.

You won. You made your point. Let's go.

- You made your mark. - Hey, listen. Yes.

Just cash it in, okay?

And make sure they fucking walk you to the car.

I'm gonna book you a Blade.

- Howard. - All right. I'll call you back.

You son of a bitch.

- Arno. - I can't fucking believe it.

What the fuck did you just do?

- What the fuck! - Shut up!

Get me the bags now.

Get off me! Shut the fuck up,

or you'll wind up next to him. You hear me?

- Don't fucking confuse me. - Get away from me.

Take your hands off of me right now.

Right now. Go ahead. Go ahead.

Go ahead. Do it!

What were you gonna say? Do it! Do it!

I want out of here. Let me out of here.

Let me out.

Go get the bags now. I'll fix this.

Get over here. Stay right there. Stay right fucking there.

- Come on! Let's go! - Fuck.

Where you going, asshole?

Fuck this.

...headed back to the conference finals.

How are you feeling?

When you win, that's all that matters. You know?

The big "be quiet." The big "shut up." You know?

Killing doubters, killing haters.

- Bring it in. Bring it in. - Some motherfucking money, right?

And a personal one to you, bro.

You just celebrated your 36th birthday.

Everyone out there is saying, "He's too old..."

That's some strong shit. Oh!

That's my nigga right there, boy. Look at that motherfucker, man.

I know that man. I know that man.

My dad's good with him!

Hey! I can't think.

Amy, he was naked and drunk, okay? I'm calling the police.

All the dues and everything that I put into this,

you didn't think that I would show up to game seven?

That's a joke.

Paul Pierce bows out of this one. He goes to the bench.

Did you feel that he needed to shoulder his burden...

- It's all there. - Thank you so much.

...for us to come out and carry that burden.

He does a lot for our team. It's not just down to one guy.

We all shared that responsibility and did a good job.

But in the end, I felt like it was just me and the rock, nothing else.

Is this the end of the Big Three as we know it?

No, I wouldn't say that. I think we have a lot more in our tank.

We have a lot more to prove.

We want to win. We're trying to get another ring.

Oh, my God. Wayne, thank you so much.

My pleasure. A lot of money.

- Come to the Avalon. Have one drink. - No, I can't.

- I don't want to twist your arm. - I gotta go, baby.

- Just have one drink. - We can go now.

In the end, it's all about winning, nothing else.

Man, I feel great.

Go, go! Burn that fucking camera!

- All right, go, go! Go, go! - Okay, I got it. I got it.

Nico, I can't find the camera.

And make sure you get all those electronics.

Anything that videotapes, put it in the fucking bag!

...the Big Three, Paul Pierce...