All language subtitles for Arliss s04e07 You Gotta Love This Game.eng

(dramatic music plays)

Arliss: For most of us,

the dream of becoming a champion

remains a fantasy.

But for a special few,

it is very much a reality.

We cheer them.

We live through them.

Athletes are our last warriors.

My job is to make
their dreams come true.

(water splashes)

My name is Arliss Michaels.

I represent athletes.

♪ ♪

These are my stories.

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

♪ I only know I never
wanna let you go ♪

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

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

♪ It happens to be true ♪

♪ I only wanna be with you ♪

♪ I just wanna be
beside you everywhere ♪

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

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

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

.♪ No matter what you do ♪

♪ I only wanna be with you ♪

- (men laugh)
- Stanley: "And now,

Playing for Los Angeles..."

"Rico Rosa!

Big man, shortstop."

Oh, Rupert'll love this!

Acquiring Rico Rosa

will help the Fox family.

Not only on the field,

but also on the Street.

Arliss, we want Rico,
but we don't want you

to use us as leverage
to start a bidding war.

Bidding war? Please!

I'm not gonna
have a bidding war.

I just wanna go to your stadium,

kick back and hear...

"Now, playing for Anaheim..."

"Rico Rosa!

Big man, shortstop."

Oh, Michael is gonna love this!

Acquiring Rico Rosa
will help the Disney family.

Not only on the field,
but also on the Street.

So, are you sure Rico's
gonna leave Kansas City?

After playing five years under
Helga Krupp, wouldn't you?

When the hell is baseball

gonna make that crazy
old broad sell the team?

Yeah.

Stanley: If Anaheim
signs Rico Rosa,

they'll be naming the eighth
dwarf after him... Money.

So, Arliss, what's it
gonna take to hear...

"Now playing for Atlanta..."

"Rico Rosa!

Big man, shortstop."

(Stanley humming)

Ted is gonna love this.

Arliss, we go four
years, 30 million.

30 million? I can't
go back to my client

with an offer like
that! He'll be offended!

Your client has
spent his whole career

playing under that
bigoted, ignorant,

vodka-swilling Helga Krupp.

What could possibly
offend him, huh?

Look, make it 40 million.

I mean, $40 million,
remember, acquiring Rico Rosa,

will not only help the
Time-Warner family

on the field, but also...

(narrates) A player's career
can be made or broken

- Come on.
- Depending on his comfort level with his team.

- Say 40 million.
- F-f-fo-f-f...

(Arliss narrates) It's
an agent's responsibility

to find his client
the perfect fit.

(phone ringing)

Mmm! They feel great!

I stretch them for you.

I use mink oil.

Thank you, Kekee.

I leave this with you.

Remember, always
choose mink oil on ostrich.

Whoa, ostrich and mink oil.

Oh, yeah, you love
the little animals.

Yes, I do, now, give it back!

How many minx you
think are in every can?

- Give it back!
- Hello, Team Strike Force!

No bickering!

Tomorrow night are the finals.

We need the right attitude

to roll over those
leeches at CAA!

And roll into $10,000!

So, let's lift each other up.

Yeah, well, who lifts candy-arm?

Arliss, we drag.

What if he chokes again
like he did last year?

He didn't choke,
he rolled a solid 86.

We'd win this thing
if it wasn't for him.

(cheering)

Team Strike Force!

(men laugh)

Hey, so, what time is
the finals tomorrow night?

- 8:00, 8:30-ish.
- 11:00.

- 6:00.
- Is that tomorrow?

- Okay.
- Rita: Oh, by the way...

Helga called twice
when you were inside.

She's in town.
She wants to talk.

Thank you. I feel hot
for tomorrow night.

(laughs) Hot!

- Aren't you gonna call her back?
- Of course.

I see a 200 game.

Ooh, 200!

After you make a deal
with another team?

- Of course.
- That's sexism!

No, that's capitalism.

It's because she's
woman. If she was a man...

Someone would have
decked her ass long ago.

But Helga doesn't
have the media empire

to help her buy a championship.

That's right, she
doesn't. I wish she did.

I wish she had all the
money in the world.

It would make our
job a whole lot easier.

But, she doesn't!

Woman: Out of the way, please.

- Out of the way.
- (dog pants)

Look, let's look at
the options practically.

Woman: Please get
out of the way, sir.

Did you hear me? Move it!

Time-Warner, Disney,

Fox, Helga.

Duh!

Helga: Stay back! Out of my way!

Who should we spend the
majority of our time with?

Besides the fact,
she's put her foot

in her mouth so many times
she's got athlete's tongue!

Helga Krupp is an uncouth,

bigoted, alcoholic...

(Helga laughing)

and one of my dearest
friends in sports.

(dog growling)

Don't worry. I'm
the one who bites.

(chuckles)

Helga Krupp, to what
do I owe this pleasure?

You, not returning
my phone calls.

I never got the message.

In a pig's valise!

Miss Krupp, may I... (chuckles)

may I say that, as a woman
in a predominantly male world,

I greatly admire all that
you've accomplished.

Do me a favor.

You people are great with math.

I just put seven quarters
in the meter out front.

How much time do I have?

♪ ♪

Oh!

Boy!

That was a long trip,
how's about a vodka tonic?

I'd love one!

Not too much ice, sugar.

Helga, why don't you come
into my office? Let's talk there.

Sh, Turk, stay, stay, boy.

So, what can I do for you?

You have been trotting
Rico Rosa around

like a blue ribbon hog.

I have done no...

Sugar, I have been the only
gal in that league for forever.

I know when the boys
are playing without me.

Rico started in KC,
he's gonna stay in KC.

Mrs. Krupp, Rico is a free
agent. He can play anywhere.

Hard cheese to that, honey.

Now, why don't you
and I just settle this thing?

Let's see, last year we
paid him $2.7 million.

I'll raise it to four.

Four million dollars?

With an option year.

(chuckles) Mrs. Krupp,
we have other offers

that are considerably higher.

Four million dollars
is a lot of money.

You know, when we found Rico,

he was living with 11
brothers in one room?

Those Latin people can do that.

Rita: Oh, no! Oh, no!

What the hell was that?

Go away! Go away,
you fucking stupid beast!

Hey! Stop that!

What kind of a person
berates an animal?

A person who's got her shoes...

(splats)

(sobs)

peed on!

I have said my
peace, Mr. Michaels.

Next time I expect the courtesy

of a return phone call.

Come on, Turk.

(whimpers)

Come on, baby. Out of my way!

- (mocks)
- Move it, move it, move it!

(car honks)

(speaking Spanish)

The money's about the
same for all three teams...

Four years, 40 million.

The difference is
in their subsidiaries.

Atlanta will throw in
your own pilot on the WB,

Anaheim will give you a
lifetime pass to Euro Disney,

and Los Angeles will give you

a bit part in "Revenge
of the Phantom Menace

as It Strikes Back,
Yet Again, Part 2B."

Actually, I've... I've
changed my mind.

I really don't
wanna go anywhere.

What are you talking about?

I wanna stay where I am.

You want to stay in Kansas City?

Yeah, my daughter.

My ex-wife, she has
custody of her, so.

She won't leave Kansas City,

so I won't leave Kansas City.

I understand that,
but Helga will only pay

half of what the
others are offering.

Then get half.

Half of what?

- Get 20 million.
- No, no, you misunderstood me.

No, I heard you,
you said 20 million.

- I know what I said, but...
- My daughter's there, okay?

I'm staying there.

♪ ♪

20 million's a lot of money.

- I know it's a lot of money.
- Get 20 million.

From Helga?

(narrates) As fans, we
care about traditions.

The players and teams we like

are the ones that
remain grounded.

Man on phone: Helga!

Honey, it's the
hall of fame people

that are supposed to pay
for George Brett's room

in Cooperstown,
not the ball club.

But, Helga, the team that
has a player being inducted

usually pays for the
hotel rooms as a courtesy.

Ken...

No, no, this is George.

George, honey, I'm
not a travel agent.

Isn't it enough
that you got elected

to the Hall of Fame?

Sorry to interrupt. George!

Who's this?

Arliss.

- Arliss who?
- Michaels.

What the hell do you want?

I just wanna tell you, from
the bottom of my heart,

- how impressed I...
- (phone beeps)

Long distance.

Excuse me, Mrs. Krupp,
I'd like to get this done.

- I have somewhere to go.
- Excuse you?

You're not the only pebble
on the beach, Mr. Michaels.

In case you hadn't noticed,

I'm working like a cooly

getting ready for
baseball season,

so just hold your water.

(toy squeaking)

(footsteps approach)

I have Turk's dinner.

You know Marty Bullock,
Director of Baseball Operations.

- Hey. Yeah.
- Is it lukewarm? He likes it lukewarm.

It's lukewarm. (sighs)

Mrs. Krupp, we need to talk

about "Light It Up" night.

What's the matter, sweetie?

We're not giving
away whole packs,

just single cigarettes.

Everyone is gonna fire up a butt

during the seventh
inning stretch.

Won't that make a
breathtaking sight?

- Yeah, I really need to...
- Mrs. Krupp, it's the league.

They take a dim view of smoking.

It's bad for you.

Bad for you?

Listen, honey, when
they stop serving

snout-and-hoof
franks in ballparks,

they can talk to me.

Meanwhile, I'm trying
to run a baseball team

that doesn't charge a
king's ransom for a seat.

Just tell the
league to go fry ice.

Fry ice, right.

Mrs. Krupp, look, I'd
like to get this done.

- I have to be some...
- (clock barking)

(bell chimes)

I'm a busy woman, Mr. Michaels,

so, if you wanna talk to me,

you have to keep up.

Where you going?

C'mon, Turk.
C'mon, baby, let's go.

- Here we go. Come on.
- Hold on, hold on.

Marty, make sure the heat
is down to 50 by 6:00 p.m.

Anybody works late
can wear a sweater.

Yes, Mrs. Krupp,
have a nice night.

Oh, thank you. Come
along, Mr. Michaels.

Where are we going?

You and I are
dining out, my treat.

You can leave the tip.

Tip?

(Muzak playing)

Oh, well, I'll get
the short stack

with the house burgundy,

and don't forget
the senior discount.

They make a wonderful
sticky bun here, Mr. Michaels.

Great. Nothing for me.

Look, four years, 20 million.

That's half price for Rico Rosa.

(laughs) Oh, sweetie,

you've got me confused
with one of those big networks.

My father, God rest his soul,

before he owned the team,

he owned hardware stores,

specializing in
fireplace accessories.

Really? You know, $20 million,

I mean, that's a
deal, that's a bargain!

- Think of it as a long-term investment.
- Mmm.

Miss... Miss Krupp,

may I please have
your autograph?

Oh, sure, sweetie.
What's your name?

Joey.

Alright, here you go, sweetie.

Here you are, darlin'.

Thank you.

(laughs) They say
I'm bad for the game.

It's not me that's
bad for the game,

it's you people.

"You people"? Excuse me?

Let's face facts, Mr. Michaels.

Your type people sure are smart,

but you're pretty ruthless, too.

That's it, that's it, I don't
need anymore of this.

You know, I'm tired
of your ethnic slurs.

"Ethnic slurs"?

I'm talking about sports agents!

(phone dials)

But then again,
if the shoe fits.

Sal, Sal, I want wheels
up in half an hour.

- That's right, ha...
- ♪ ♪

What do you mean there's fog?

(laughs) You're lucky
it isn't snow, sweetie.

In another month, it'll be
ass high on a tall Indian!

Well, you got radar!
Just use it! (mumbles)

Man, I gotta be back
for the tournament.

They don't stand a
chance without me.

- (laughs)
- There's gotta be a way!

There... there's got...

- Yeah, fine.
- (beeps)

Sweetie, I'll have a
refresher on the red.

Are you sure I can't
entice you, Mr. Michaels?

What is it?

Dog piss, it takes
a while to clean.

I will try to get them to you.

If not, you can
always rent shoes.

Rent shoes? Oh, no, thank you.

I don't need foot syphilis.

Could you just bring them to the
Wilshire Bowl-O-Rama tonight?

- Take Santa Monica to...
- I know where it is.

Thanks, Kekee.

Get this! Arliss is stuck in
the fog with Helga Krupp!

Hee-hee, there is karma!

Oh, my god, that means...

If we can find a
ringer to replace him,

ten grand is in the bag.

But, it has to be a
client or an employee.

(rock music plays)

So, Pete Sampras, you
gonna be the missing link

on the AMM bowling team?

You bet. I love to bowl.

Terrific. How good are ya?

I'm real good. Last week,

I almost beat Arliss.

Oh, what do... you know,
we just filled that spot.

I'm sorry, Pete.

(dial tone)

♪ ♪

So, then, I can say
that Eric Karros is in?

Yeah, I love to bowl.

Great!

How much you paying me?

10,000 split four ways.

$2500?

I get paid that for
standing up for the anthem!

- (mutters) Shit!
- Get Chan Ho.

(beeps)

So, what do you say?
Come on, Willie Roaf!

- Be a saint, come bowl with us.
- No thanks, Rita.

It's all the beer you can drink.

What time should I be there?

Eight o'clock. Now, you
take Santa Monica west...

♪ ♪

They have been trying to get me

to sell the team for years.

I oughta sell it to blacks.
That'd teach them.

It's not blacks, it's
African-Americans.

"Toh-may-toh,
toh-mah-toh." Who cares?

Everybody cares.
Don't you see that?

Major "Reague"...
Major League Baseball

would love to have
minority ownership.

Oh, ho, ho, yeah, right.

Yeah, yeah.

That's why we see so
many afro-American owners.

It's not me that cares if
blacks own a baseball team.

It's those other old goats.

Fine, Helga, whatever you say.

Helga: So, ignore me.

Why do people care
what I think anyway?

Why they get so upset?

I'm just one person
with opinions.

Fine, just don't
say 'em out loud.

I'm... I'm gonna
tell you a secret.

It's the "Ornamentals"
we gotta worry about.

The "Ornamentals"?

The Japs are takin' over.

When their children don't study,

they beat them with canes.

- Why? Why?
- I'm gonna get this wrapped up for Aunt Heidi.

She just loves pancakes.

♪ ♪

That's right, Helga!

You gotta watch out
for those "Ornamentals"!

Those slant-eyed devils,
they're ruining baseball!

Whoa! Guys, guys,
it's not what you think.

Guys, no, it's okay.

No. My assistant, she's Asian.

Actually, she's from Seattle.

- (punch thuds)
- (grunts)

- Thug: Bitch!
- Hey, fellas, look, wait, wait, wait.

- Shut the fuck up.
- I didn't mean to insult you.

- I was merely making a point.
- Motherfucker!

I bet you think we "Ornamentals"
know that karate shit, too! Huh?

No, of course you
don't know karate.

(babbles)

Helga: Arliss, Arliss!

Now, we're really
gonna kick your ass.

Helga: Arliss, hop in!

Helga! Helga!

Slow down! Slow down! Slow down!

Helga: Move it! Come on!

(chuckles)

It's good thing we're in
this old Jew canoe, huh?

Oh, great, I got a
nose bleed. Damn.

Oh, yeah? Alright, here.

Just take and fold this,

stick it under your upper lip.

It'll stop your nose bleed.

Old army trick.

That's okay.

Do it!

That crushed velvet is factory,

and not cheap.

Okay, okay.

Ahh, you're such a good boy.

Thanks.

I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to the puppy.

It's alright, sweetheart,
we're going home.

♪ ♪

Mmm.

I can't believe how
bad Willie sucks.

What are you talking
about? He got a strike.

Yeah, two lanes over.

I'll talk to him.

Hey, Willie. Uh, you're killin'.

But maybe take
a little bit off it?

Kirby, I only have one
speed, man, that's full.

Go get 'em.

- Ah!
- Gutterball. Did you see that one?

- Totally...
- Man: Hey, Kekee!

(yells in Spanish)

Here you are, Miss Rita.

Thank you, Kekee.

- Is that a friend of yours?
- Last time I was here

That man bowled a 262.

262?

Sí, and he came in second
place in the tournament.

Second place? Who came in first?

♪ ♪

Kekee, you didn't
happen to bring any

of that mink oil, did you?

Hey, Willie, what is
that, about a 12-pounder?

- Yeah.
- Hey, man, a big stud like you

Needs a big
hitter. Try this one.

Okay.

That's a 16-pounder.

- 16?
- Yeah.

Shit! Damn, I
smashed my damn foot!

Ditka gonna kill me.

Damn! Shit!

(jazz music plays)

Is this you?

Yeah, that's me and
Daddy duck hunting.

Bagged a lotta ducks.

Poor, defenseless birds.
I hated duck hunting,

but Daddy thought it
would be good for me,

toughen me up.

Why did he want to do that?

He never had any boys.

- He knew I would end up with the team.
- (bottle clinks)

If you're gonna be a
woman in a man's world,

you best be tough
as nails, Mr. Michaels.

Do you... have any children?

None, too bad.

I woulda been a great mother.

And it woulda been nice to
leave the ball club to family.

Well, you still have Aunt Heidi.

Well, Aunt Heidi is dear,

but that's not the
same as children.

Maybe that's why
I kept the ball club.

(humphs) They're my children.

Hey, it worked.

Yes, Arliss, I'm
the last of a breed.

I'm going the way of Fenway Park

and nickel beer night.

You strike me as an
old fashioned type.

Well, it's my job
to get the clients

the best possible deal I can,

but Rico is a client,
take a little less

in order to stay with the
owner who signed him.

I'd like to see that too.

Maybe that does
make me old fashioned.

I meant would you
like an old fashioned?

Gee whiz, ask a guy
if he wants a drink,

he tells you his
whole life story.

Schaefer Beer? I
haven't seen Scha...

My dad used to
drink Schaefer beer.

He used to sing
the jingle with me.

♪ Schaefer, is the ♪

Both: ♪ One beer to
have when you're ♪

♪ Having more than one ♪

♪ Schaefer's
pleasure doesn't fade ♪

♪ Even when
your thirst is done ♪

♪ The most rewarding flavor ♪

♪ In this man's world ♪

♪ For people who
are having fun ♪

♪ Two, three, four ♪

Both: ♪ Schaefer is the ♪

♪ One beer to have ♪

♪ When you're having
more than one ♪♪

(Turk whining)

(coughing)

You okay?

(Turk whining)

Oh, Turk, sweetheart,

I'll be with you in
a minute. (coughs)

I'll tell you what, let me...
let me take him, okay?

I'll... I'll walk him.
You stay here.

Oh. Thanks.

Here, take this with you.

I'll never understand

why people buy special
shovels for dog poo.

A special shovel for dog poo!

The whole world's gone crazy.

♪ ♪

Turk, didn't
anyone ever tell you

about crapping in
your own backyard?

Oh, well.

Helga: Heidi. Hi, Aunt Heidi.

I got some pancakes for you.

- Hi, pretty girl.
- (Heidi meows)

Oh, Aunt Heidi, I'm
so glad to see you.

You know, I had dinner
with a nice Jewish man today.

A very nice man.

(Turk whimpers, barks)

Turk, Turk! Shit. Turk!

(cheering)

♪ ♪

(door closes)

Arliss: Hey, we're back.

Sorry it took so long, but...

Turk here decided to give
me a tour of the neighborhood.

Didn't you, guy? (laughs)

Oh, god.

I now know every
street in Kansas City.

(chuckles) Sleepin'?

Nine glasses of
wine will do that.

(dial tone)

Helga, you okay?

(Turk whining)

Helga?

Oh, god.

Oh, dear god.

(Turk whining)

It's okay, boy. It's okay, boy.

So, you want me to check?

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

I don't know what
you did, Arliss.

Nothing, I was just
walking the dog.

No, I meant about
Rico's contract.

She never came close to
paying one player $20 million.

What are you talking about?

She authorized four
years, 20 million for Rico.

She left a message
on my machine.

It must have been
just before she died.

I don't know who's gonna
end up owning the team.

(sighs)

They just don't build
'em like her anymore.

It's the end of an era.

23, 24, 2500.

It was a pleasure doing
business with you folks.

Call me any time.

Oh, yeah.

(laughs) Bye-bye.

- Remember, - Ooh!

Arliss thinks we forfeited,

so don't be running
around all happy.

How am I supposed to
do that with all of this?

- That money's taxable.
- That'll help.

If we forfeited, how are
we gonna explain this?

Ahh.

Hello, senor Arliss.

Ola.

- Ooh!
- Oh my god.

Umm...

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Arliss, hi! Hi!

- Rico's waiting for you in your office.
- Good.

Are you okay?

I've been better.

Oh, you know, it
was tough forfeiting.

I mean, we missed you,
but hey, we're a team.

That's not what I
was talking about.

What's the matter?

Helga Krupp died last night.

- Oh, my god.
- Yeah.

Helga died?

Well, remind me to
sell my Seagram's stock.

- (chuckles)
- That's very funny.

- Kirby: Oh, Helga! Oh!
- Oh!

(whispers) Kirby,
it's okay. It's all right.

Arliss: You know, you
could show some respect!

Mm-hmm!

- (sighs)
- You know...

Oh!

Helga might have
marched to her own drum,

but she was real.

Yes, exactly.

Okay. Where's my money?

♪ ♪

It's sad. You know, in
a strange kind of way,

I'm gonna miss
the old battle ax.

(chuckles) The one
positive note in all this is that

she thought enough of you to
authorize your $20 million contract.

Congratulations.

Uh-huh.

I thought Anaheim went for 40.

They did, but you said

you wanted to
stay in Kansas City.

Yeah, well, that's... that's
a difference of $20 million.

That's mucho dinero, Arliss.

What are you saying here?

You're saying now you
wanna leave Kansas City?

What about your daughter? I
thought you wanted to be close to her.

She can fly out to see
me every weekend.

It won't hurt our relationship.

In a pig's valise.

Que?

♪ ♪

Arliss: Ultimately,
I can only hope

my clients choose to play

- where they feel they fit best.
- (phone beeps)

Rita, get me Marty Bullock.

(sighs) Marty, I'm real sorry

things didn't
work out with Rico.

Ah, that's life in
the big leagues.

We still have some
very good kids here.

Yeah, you guys'll do fine.

You know, you didn't have
to fly all the way out here

- to meet the new owner.
- Nah, I wanted to. We're friends.

Hey, buddy.

(narrates) You never
know where you'll find

- (laughs)
- a sense of belonging or a truly kindred spirit.

(grunts, laughs)

Come here, Turk. Get over here.

Oh, what is this? (sniffles)

Oh... don't worry, don't worry.

Don't worry. Come
here, come here.

Old army trick. (laughs)

My name is Arliss Michaels.

I represent athletes.

These are my stories.

♪ Little bird ♪

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ I've built a nest ♪

♪ High above ♪

♪ Any storm ♪

♪ Will ever reach ♪

♪ No more fears ♪

♪ No more worries ♪

♪ They've all gone away ♪

♪ I will be the place ♪

♪ Where you rest your wings ♪

♪ I will be your shelter ♪

♪ And keep you safe ♪

♪ I will keep you safe ♪

♪ My sweet ♪

♪ Little bird ♪♪

♪ ♪

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