All language subtitles for Ballers.S04E02

Spencer:
Reggie, don't be insecure.

There's nothing wrong
with telling a man you miss him.

Reggie:
I ain't said
I miss you, Spencer.

I said I noticed
you and your cue ball partner

have been missing.

We ain't missin'.

We're here in your hometown
of sunny SoCal,

we're expanding
our ASM footprint.

I see that.

We got your invite
to the Surf Classic.

You like the board?
Pretty original, right?

I say black people don't surf,

but Vern thinks
he found his true calling.

I betcha Vern looks like
Kelly Slater on that thing.

Shit, he ain't
no Kelly Slater.

He look like
he ate Kelly Slater.

- Hey, Reg! Who you talkin' to?
- Spencer.

You tell him
we comin' out there?

You guys coming
to the tourney?

No, we comin' to check out

our five mil investment.

Remind Vernon that it's me,

and have a little bit of trust,

and you guys be
good silent partners--

with an emphasis
on the "silent."

Fuck that, man.

You know trust
ain't one of my specialties.

Reggie, everything
is gonna be fine.

I just signed a big Coke deal

that I'm gonna leverage
into a sponsorship

with the Surf Channel

and an acquisition
of the WSL.

Yo, man, relax. Chill, man,
I'm just fuckin' with you.

We're comin' out 'cause Vernon
gettin' his number retired
at General Carver High.

( laughs )
That's amazing news!

Wish him congratulations
for me

and tell me when you guys
get in, I'll pick you up.

Don't you fuckin' love
this energy?

Holy shit,
who needs Miami?

This reminds me
of my fuckin' childhood.

Except my childhood
I spent mostly

laying in bed,
black light on,
Skynyrd on the turntable.

Well, I'm glad chaos
was your creature comfort,

because I, unlike you,
never grew up high
and traumatized.

Well, you better
get used to it,

because Lance
is having a meltdown.

Lance:
Ryan, you little motherfucker,

this is not a proposition
from Wittgenstein.

All right, lads.
This is a simple,
fucking request.

Find Parker,
get him on the fucking phone

so that I can speak to him.

Gotta go. There's some
grownups here. Fuck you!

Guten tag.

Hey. What's goin' on,
Lance?

We got a big problem.

Parker's missing.

Like "face on
a milk carton" missing,

or "I just don't want
to call my wife" missing?

I got a text from him yesterday
telling me he wiped out
skateboarding.

I call him today
to check how he is--
kid won't take my calls.

We've got a global campaign
worth millions,

Coca-Cola's sponsoring him--
he can't surf!

He signed a contract.

We've got commercials,
banners, soda cans,

but he's gotta fucking surf.

The whole deal is predicated
on the kid fucking surfing

at the fucking Classic.

Does he typically
abandon you in times
of crisis like this?

We got like
a father-son relationship,

except he'd like
a different father,
I'd like a different son.

- It's complex.
- Joe: Let us intervene.

We are uniquely qualified
to deal with very talented
and delinquent people.

Because he's talented,
and I'm delinquent.

That's not a bad idea,
because if I catch up with him,

that surfboard
is going up his ass.

We got you. Just do
what I do before big games.

What's that?

Bang my head against
a fuckin' locker.

I love moving day!
Especially with you, babe.

- Mm-hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

That goes through there,
in the master.

Oh, fellas, that's going
to the master, too.

Wrong. That goes
in the guesthouse
with TTD.

- TTD: Yes!
- What T need with that?

That's a $40,000 mattress!

Let a nigger rest in comfort.

You gonna rest in peace,
you keep talkin'.

If you really think that shit

that you fucked all
your little ho's on

is coming into my bedroom,
you lost your mind.

In all fairness to Rick,

I never saw him
with another girl on that bed

- till he met you, Amber.
- TTD? Shut the fuck up.

I mean, that's nobody
before you, babe.

That's as accurate
as me saying there was
nobody before you.

But you best know
there's no one after me.

You damn right.

And I don't want
nor need anybody else,

so you know what, TT,

mattress is yours.

Oh, yeah!

You know I'm gonna
take care of it.

- Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
- So disgusting.

- Can you even see your dick?
- ( phone ringing )

TTD:
I can see it
when I pull it out.

Spencer, babe.
I gotta take this.

Where you goin'
with my cereal?

Don't pitch me on Cleveland,

'cause at this point
I just might take that shit, J.

Jason:
No. I have an inspired idea.

I just need your approval first.

All right, good.
Lay it on me.

How about I call our boy
at the Rams?

Shit, I don't know
about that.

Chuck is not
gonna go to bat for me

after what happened in Miami.

Buddy, the past is the past.

If he wants to be
a great GM,

then he needs
to be opportunistic.

Let's hope he has
short-term memory loss.

You're not
a charity case.

You'd fit perfectly
into their offense.

- I'm not looking for a handout.
- We're not begging.

We're gonna call him up,
like gentleman.

Like dons.

You always know what to say,
don't you, Jason?

All right.
But you make the call.

I'm trying to keep some distance
between me and rejection, baby.

You got it, buddy.

Spencer:
Dealing with this shit

is just like dealing
with Sizz or Ricky.

Joe:
That's why
you're gonna be great at it.

I love your optimism,
buddy.

It's not optimism.
That's reality, pal.

This is what you were
put on the planet to do.

I have football
pumpin' through my veins.

That's what we should
be focusing on.

- Yeah. We'll do that after we--
- ( phone chiming )

One second.

Hello.

Spencer. Jayda Crawford.

Jayda. Jayda...

Jason Antolotti's friend?

Quincy Crawford's mom?

Ah! That Jayda.

- Yes. How are you?
- I'm great, thanks.

I spoke to Jason,
and I really appreciate
you offering

to set aside some time
to meet with me.

Of course. Any friend of Jason
is a friend of mine.

Nice to be referred to
as more than "Q's mom."

I bet it is,

but trust me, you haven't
seen anything yet, Jayda.

Nothing surprises me anymore.

I'm gonna be up

in your neck of the woods
later today.

What's your evening
looking like?

Wide open.

How about we meet
at the Viceroy
for drinks, 7:00 p.m.?

Perfect. See ya then.

Ciao.

( laughing )

Did you just
fucking say "Ciao"?

- Goddamn, I did, didn't I?
- Yes, you did! Holy shit!

Wow. Listen, are you
thinking about messing with
that high school kid?

Come on. You know me.

Yeah, I know you better
than you know yourself.

You can't resist temptation.

All right, I promise you
I'm gonna steer clear
of that kid, OK?

OK.

Even though he is
once in a generation.

Spencer:
Aw, fuck.

Oh, shit. Another hook.

Can you pass me
another ball, please?

( phone chiming )

Actually, act like
a real boyfriend

and put it on
the fuckin' tee for me.

( chiming )

Charles. How's life

- on the high perch?
- Stressful.

Very stressful.
And it only just begun.

You sound like a lifer already.

Good news. I got
just the thing that's gonna

- lower your blood pressure.
- Fantastic. I'm all ears.

Goff tore it up last year,
but he needs another weapon.

- I got just the guy for you.
- Really. Who you got?

The one and only
Ricky Jerret.

No siree.

You ever heard that phrase

"Fool me once, shame on you,

fool me twice,
go fuck yourself"?

- That's this.
- Look, I feel you,

but don't stand on ceremony.

The guy's a great value,
he's got plenty of tread left,

and, don't tell him
I told you this,

but I could probably get you
a friends and family discount.

Oh, OK. You know what?
I'll think about it, then.

Just for you, though.
Not for him.

Good lookin' out, big guy.

Talk to you soon. Bye.

Hey, can you get me
another basket
of fuckin' balls?

Sorry, babe.

Are you really considering
signing Ricky?

Hell, no.

Not for nothin',

but I'm a pretty good listener.

- What?
- If you want to talk, or...

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm not much of a talker.

You just need to
listen to Parker.

OK. ( sighs )

( jiggles doorknob )

( whispers ) What the fuck?!
What are you doing?!

Never announce yourself

when the perp is on the run.

I don't know if
this is the best way

to introduce ourselves
to the SoCal surf community.

( rap music playing )

Yo, I think two bald guys
just broke into your crib.

Dudes, you ever
hear of a doorbell?

My bad. Uh, ding-dong.

Damn. That was
a real G move.

We're Lance's
new partners.

Bosses. Technically.

I seen your pic around,
big man. I know who you are.

Grab a drink
or smoke or something.

- We'd love to.
- Eh, yeah.

Did you make sure
the bottle's not too hot?

Yes, Daddy.

You gave her six ounces,
right?

Of course, man.
I wouldn't cheat her
out of her lunch.

Plus the doctor said
there's no such thing
as overfeeding her right now

as long as it's breast milk.

Don't be thinking about using
them chubby titties of yours.

Are you gentlemen looking
for something special?

Yeah, we are.

We're not a couple,
if that what you're thinking.

I'm hetero as fuck...
and available.

You want me to post that
somewhere for you?

Throwin' shade.
I like that.

That's the one Bubba Watson
uses, right?

Won the Masters
wearing it.

What you think, T?
You think they'll let me
play with a Chrono?

I'm gonna say a big "fuck no."

Besides, you're
retired anyway.

We'll see what Chuck
gotta say about that.

Ha! You got a better chance

of playing
for Belichick again.

Why is it every time
shit goes bad, it's an "I,"

but when shit is poppin',
it's "we" again?

I don't know,
but we should do
something nice for Chuck.

Send him something
to welcome him to L.A.

Congratulation him
on his new job.

Finally opened your mouth
and something good comes out.

All right, so what
we gonna do?

Depends on how bad
you want the job.

That's like asking
a Death Row inmate
if he craves parole.

This one says,
"Please hire me."

Do we get a deal
if we buy two?

Can you focus,
please?

This is nice.
Box this up,
ship it to him.

Say it's from both of us.
Thank you.

Just need your credit card.

Yeah!

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I get high on life.

If you're trying
to build a bond between us,
you're failin', man.

Come on, Joe,
let's take a hit.

All right. Big Man
says take a hit,

Little Man takes a hit.

( coughing )
Holy fuck!

That's the force
of Skywalker, brah.

No shit, huh?

Ooh! May the Force
be with you, pal.

All right.

Well, I don't get high
when I work.

There you go.

So what's the problem with
Lance, and how can we help?

Yeah. I mean,
we love Lance.

He's a weasel
who's only in it
for himself.

- Yeah. Weasel, brah.
- That's a little harsh.

Joe:
Yeah, a little bit.

Especially since he landed you

that massively awesome
Coke deal.

For who, Coke?

That's the problem.

Let me show you something
real quick.

This is the Coke campaign
we did down on the beach.

You see, this...

is what the ad lackeys
turned it into.

Looks like a dope image
to me.

Yeah, if my skin
were that color.

What? Give me that thing!

I don't see
a big difference.

Maybe you color blind.

You're also not gonna pretend
to be somebody you're not.

Right on. Look, I'm proud
to be a black man.

I just don't want to be
the Great Black Hope.

You feel me?
I just want to be
one of the boys,

not a "black" surfer,
but the greatest surfer. Ever.

Right? I'm from Laguna,
you feel me? Not the hood.

If they want to market me,
they gotta do it for real.

I don't want to be Obama, bro.

Joe:
I gotta stop you
right there, son.

You don't want to be Obama.

That's-- I'm fucked--
I don't--

- Don't you want to be Obama?
- Joe. Joe.

- Hey.
- Joe: I would.

I understand
where you're comin' from.

What happens if I'm a no-show
at this tourney tomorrow?

Coke has you under contract,
and you would be in breach.

Can they sue me
or something?

We get sued all the time.
We're getting sued
left and right.

I mean, I'll go so far
as to say that you're not a man
until you've been sued.

And divorced. And accused
of at least one homicide.

( laughs )
No more Skywalker
for this guy.

Look, I would just want you
to do what feels right.

- Yeah.
- Joe: Right is m-might.

Right is...

...might?

All right, fellas.

In anticipation
of this upcoming draft
and pending free agency,

I wanted to take this time
to outline our approach.

It's gonna be
a little bit different

than it's been
in other years,

because this year,
we gonna steal from the past

and combine it with the future.

Like Eastern and Western
medicine.

Like colonoscopies
and acupuncture.

- ( laughter )
- Settle down now.

All I'm saying is,
I want us to be different.

But most of all
I want us to think different.

Wasn't that an Apple commercial?

Exactly.

And now they possess
the world's biggest market cap.

( whispers )
You're losing them.
Get to the football part.

All right, so,
we're gonna focus on value.

And here comes
the Moneyball pitch.

I'm happy with
where we are defensively,
personnel-wise.

So we're gonna continue
to focus on the offensive
side of the ball.

Goff's come into his own--

so let's get Goff
a comfort blanket.

You know, somebody
like a Whitten or a Gronk.

- Gives McVay more flexibility.
- Exactly.

I also want to look
into finding another
possession receiver.

Be really nice to find somebody
who can work the slot,

like Doug Baldwin.

Ricky Jerret.

Excuse me?

Word on the street is,

he's considering un-retiring.

I worked with him in Green Bay.
I like him.

That's a good idea.
He'd be cheap as dirt, too.

Yeah. Coach McVay
has expressed interest
in Kisan Teague.

- Um, he's a running back.
- I'm aware,

and Coach wants
to move him to the slot.

Jerret's a great value.

And he's got experience.

Yeah, but is he still in shape?

I mean, you know,
have his skills deteriorated?

Only one way to find out.

Put him through the paces.

Work him out.

Thank you guys for coming,

but where are the Coke peeps at?

They couldn't make it
on such short notice.

We're Samuels,
Harris & Hartwick,

the agency handling
their account.

- SHH.
- ( Joe giggling )

Shh!

Like "shh."

That's the name
of your firm, right?

- That's right.
- That's what you said?

I'm the "S,"
from Samuels.
Founding partner.

- ( loud clatter )
- I got it. Sorry.

Coca-Cola empowers us.

They leave
the granular details to me,

if you have any questions.

Or concerns. I--

Sorry. I didn't know
there was a meeting
scheduled today.

We came and looked for you.

Well, I was in
my floatation tank,

you needed only
to rap on the lid.

Is there something wrong
with your eyes?

Let me jump into this
really quickly, guys.

We're aware that Parker's image
has been manipulated.

It wasn't manipulated.
It was finished.

Splitting hairs
did not save the rabbit.

Either way,

this is not an accurate
representation of Parker.

We disagree.

I don't have a fucking clue
what you Aryans

are chatting about
right now.

They changed the skin tone
of Parker to fit this campaign,

Lance, and it's not cool.

It's a couple of shades,
from caramel to beige.

Does your client
know about this?

Our client has no clue
what shade Parker is,
was, or will be.

We could make him
Oompa Loompa orange.

- ( laughs )
- We like how Parker looks.

Actually, we love it.

Guys, you are selling Parker
based off his race.

I won't deny race
is a component.

A black surfer
is very unique.

Parker is his own individual
for sure,

but take it from me,
a man of color

who lives and works
in a white world,

sometimes we just
want to be recognized
for our talents.

I wouldn't want to be called
"The best Caucasian
money manger in the world."

That would really bum me out.

I think we can sidebar this
for a little while, shall we?

SHH and Coca-Cola
put a lot of time

and a lot of resources
into this brilliant campaign,

and I think we should really
respect their efforts.

This campaign
will make Parker
a household name.

And he'll only benefit
from his association
with Coke.

Let me be clear
with you guys.

You're gonna change
Parker's skin tone

back to its original
fuckin' color,

and I'm sure your client Coke
won't think it's too granular.

It's too late.

Then maybe you don't count
on Parker showing up tomorrow.

ASM recently
acquired Sports X.

That makes you
equally liable.

Lance:
Oh! OK, then,
nobody's suing anybody.

Parker will be out there
on them waves tomorrow,

brown as you like,
carbonated if you want,

or I'll legally change my name

to Lance "Fuck Me in the Ass"
Klians.

OK? So why don't we
have a quick chat outside.

Do excuse us for a moment
while we handle

this obviously
delicate issue.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Guys, what the fuck?!

I'm the brains
and the charisma.

You're the face and torso,
evidently,

and Joe, you cut the checks.

Now we're all clear
about our respective roles,

we can move on perhaps, yeah?

Because this deal
long precedes your tenure
with Sports X.

Don't shit
in the apple cart!

I don't give a fuck
about the apple cart.

All I care about is doing
the right fuckin' thing.

- It's how we're wired.
- Well, not always.

But no, most of the time.

Have you got any idea
how many hours I've sunk
into this deal with Coca-Cola?

They're one of the most
recognizable brands
in the world.

We need 'em,
and others like 'em.

We can't fuck this up
'cause you're acting like
a couple of amateurs.

If Parker don't show tomorrow,

that's $3 million
flushed down the toilet,

2 million of which
belongs to us,

by the fucking way.

And all because
some 19-year-old surf diva

don't like the lighting
in a fuckin' advert?

Come on.
I've got news for you.

You turn out the lights,
we're all fucking pitch-black.

- Whoa.
- Strasmore,

don't get precious
about that kid.

It ain't about talent no more.

The world has changed.

If you look at that poster,

it hasn't changed
enough for me.

Nothing to add.

All right.

- Spencer Strasmore?
- Jayda, you found me.

Well, you're hard to miss.

Well, you have
quite the presence yourself.

You need to when
you're a public defender.

Can't have a thin skin, either.

I can imagine.
Would you like a drink?

Don Julio Blanco,
rocks, please.

Oh. I like your choice.

It's been
one of those weeks.

Amen. I feel ya.

Jason tells me that
I should treat you like family.

He's sweet.
Did he tell you that
we went to law school together?

No.

He parlayed his degree
into millions,

and I'm just trying
to save the world
one perp at a time.

( laughs ) Well,
both very noble pursuits.

I want Quincy
to find a school
that checks all the boxes.

If he has to go,
I want him to exit

more evolved
than when he entered.

- So what are the rules?
- NCAA says there's rules,

but really
it's just hypocrisy.

Who's watching out
for the kids then?

Well, the parents.
But a lot of times
that's not even the case.

Well, that sounds perverse.

Look, I've seen your son play,
and he's pretty special.

He's gonna kill it
anywhere he goes.

He's a rare one.
You did good.

So, how do I manage
this whole situation?

You know the expression
"The clothes make the man"?

Yeah, I'm lookin' at it.

Well, in this case,
you know,

these institutions
are gonna want you to think

that they will define
your son's career,

but the truth is,
Quincy is so talented

anywhere he goes,
he's gonna define
that institution.

Well, that sounds great,

but he's never gonna
take advice from his mother.

So, would you do me a favor
and talk to him?

I would love to, Jayda,
but I can't.

It goes against the rules
of my NFL registration.

But I'm here-- for you.

Talking, text--
whatever you need.

- I may take you up on that.
- Great.

TTD:
Surf Classic's today.
Think we should check it out?

That's that surfboard invite
we got?

- ( doorbell rings )
- Yeah.

Thinking about giving it a try.

Don't.

I don't even know why
I try with you, man.

No balance.

- TTD: What up, Chuck?
- Charles: What's happenin'?

Thank you for
the "Welcome to L.A." watch.

Just glad it fit
your big-ass wrist.

Chuck.
You trollin' the neighborhood?

Ha! Not exactly.

Hell of a hood, though.
Damn, what a house!

Be great to get me
and the missus
something like this one day.

They're selling one
four doors down.
It's for sale. 12.5.

Oh, that's all, 12.5?

Little out of my price range.

Not if you make
the right decisions, G.M.

- They make bank nowadays.
- Yeah.

It's funny you say that.
That's why I'm here.

This is business?

- Jason didn't mention it?
- Nah.

- Not a peep.
- Huh.

Hey, man, how's your head
feelin' lately?

My head?
Just a memory, baby.

All right. I wanted
to talk to you about
playing again.

And since the last time
me and you went down that road

things got a little funky
between us, I wanted to come
do it in person.

Shit, man, it's all good.

And if I do come back,
I want to be like
Marshawn Lynch,

you know, be in
the right situation.

So if we talkin' about
playin' in Cali, with you,

- then I'm interested.
- Great. I'm interested, too.

Could be great for Goff.
You seen this kid throw?

Got good
pocket presence, too.

- He's good.
- Ooh.

But I'm new with
this whole GM thing,

and I like to do my homework,
so I can't be playing favorites.

- Favorites?
- Yeah, that's why I wanted

to come down here
and speak to you face-to-face,

so there'd be no
misunderstanding.

Because in order for this
whole thing to happen,

I'm gonna need
to see you work out.

You need to see me work out?

- Like I'm a walk-on?
- You got a problem with that?

I ain't got a problem
with workin' out.

You do got a problem with it.
I can see it.

I got a problem with
workin' out. Yeah, you right.

See that? OK.
You know what?

I'm gonna take
my poppy seed bagels and go.

Don't forget
your cream cheese.

This was our cream cheese,
Ricky!

I thought you wanted
the damn job.

You're gonna
need a new job
in a second.

( music playing )

Announcer:
Welcome to Huntington Beach,
California.

It's finals day
at the Surf Classic.

I am your voice,
and today,

we are gonna
crown our champion,

as we go right to live action.

Calm down.

Jesus. Fuck, I am calm.

On the inside I'm calm.

We support our guys,
we fight to the death,

and we let our guys
make their own choices.

Our fate is our fate.

Yeah, yeah. That's great.

Sometimes, I swear to God,
honestly,

I would give my left nut

to be a chubby,
Third-World fascist dictator,

not give anybody
any options.

Lance:
Oh! Ha ha ha!

Joe:
What's he so happy about?

Ah, there we go.

Joe:
Oh, look at that.
Wearing the Coke hat.

( laughs )
Top o' the mornin' to
you pair of ugly pricks!

Thank God the boy
has got more brains
than you, eh?

( grunts )

And we know
he's got more talent.

Don't we?

Let's see
if he brought it.

- Still overdressed.
- Overdressed?

( music playing )

( music, no dialogue )

( rock song,
lyrics indistinct )

( crowd cheering )

- Spencer: Wow.
- Joe: Yeah. Perfect wave.

Perfect ride!

And that is a perfect day
in our world.

- Beautiful.
- Very nice.

( crowd cheering )

( all exclaiming )

( fans clamoring )

Announcer:
Third place goes to Lyon Brown!

( crowd cheering )

Comrades,
good to see you.
What a day.

Announcer:
In second place,
Peter Smith!

Well done.
Irrelevant,
but well done.

And our champion today,

in first place,
Parker Jones!

( crowd cheering )

Allah akbar!

God is great!