All language subtitles for The Game s03e18 The Third Legacy.eng

(knocking at door)

Uh... just a minute.

Tasha... I thought
you were my breakfast.

Well, open wide, Chauncey--

I'll shove something
down your throat.

You okay, Tasha?

Can I get you something
to drink?

Juice, soda, antipsychotic?

Look, Chauncey, I'm not crazy,
all right?

And so not crazy
that I had me a Laker.

Oh, yeah.

Finest man in the NBA.

And then I lost him.

So now I've been searching
and searching,

trying to figure out
why I can't hold on to him

or any other man,
for that matter.

Well, maybe they all hated
charming women.

(chuckles)

Because you're...

(clears throat)

It was brought
to my attention, though,

by the hos
that I call my friends

that my failing relationships

may have something
to do with you.

And that I need

an emotional cleansing
to exercise my demons.

Exorcise.
What?

You said "exercise."

The word is "exorcise,
exorcise." Okay, look!

Don't tell me what the hell

I need to do
with my demons, Chauncey.

You know what? See, that's
your problem right there.

You know, you always thought
you were smarter than me,

better than me, but you ain't.

You know what you is...
is a punk-ass, Chauncey.

You know, Tasha, I'm...
(stammers)

Zip it.

Damn it.

Chauncey, you ruined
high school for me.

Do you think that girls
that are breast-feeding

get asked to prom?

Well, three is a crowd.

Okay, so you think
this is funny, huh?

Probably as funny as you
sneaking off to college,

without even as much
as a good-bye

or hell...
(knock at door) Hold on.

Okay, walking away
from me while I'm talking.

You know what?
I should kill you.

Oh, baby, I'm so

glad you're here.

You have no idea.
Mwa! Uh-huh.

Uh...

So this is what you've
been doing all this time

while you're supposedly
getting to know your son?

Uh...
And do not

lie to me, Chauncey, right,

because I will kill you.

Sheila, Sheila,
you don't understand.

Wait a minute, did he
just call me stupid?

Well...
(stammers)

Zip it, honey.
I am not talking to you.

See, you know what?

That's your problem,
Chauncey Wright.

You think you're smarter
than me, but you ain't.

Pucci, tell your daddy
I ain't stupid.

Hi, Daddy.
Hi, sweetie.

Mom's not stupid.
I know.

You know, you have been
spending all this time

away from home to
bond with your son,

yet there is
no Malik in sight.

Punk-ass Chauncey.

Ooh, wow.

What? Um, you got
the giggles, huh?

Is something funny?

MALIK:
Hey, Pops.

Oh, thank God you're here.

Oh.

Uh, baby, this is Malik, my son.

You've already met his mother.

Mom, what you
doing here?

That's exactly what I'm
trying to figure out.

Baby, baby?
Yeah!

When you called and told me

that you and Pucci were coming,
I invited Malik

so he could meet
his little sister.

Tasha showing up

was a total
surprise.

This is my own
little Pearl Harbor.

MALIK:
Wow.

Pucci.

It's nice to finally meet you.

Oh!

Oh, my God. (grunts)

I can't believe I
have a little sister.

Ow! What'd you do that for?

Making up for lost time.

Hey, Malik, uh,
Pucci is a singer.

Well, you know
I got a label.

If you can really sing, Pucci,
I know some people.

SHEILA: Yeah, and
you know she has a

voice of an angel.

Well, Malik got
$40 million.

So what? So what?

Keep it up,
keep it up. What?!

I'll give you a demo.

You can judge for yourself.

Yo, I'm telling y'all, man,

I think I slept with
my damn sister, y'all.

I'm-I'm going to hell.

JUVON: No, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I mean, technically
she's only your half sister.

So technically you're only
going halfway to hell.

(laughter)

Dude, come on, you run through
so many chicks,

how do you even
keep 'em straight?

DERWIN:
Yeah, man,

J got a point, bro.

I mean, you do the math a lot.

The what, Derwin?

You know, the math.

You add the bed,
subtract the clothes,

and pray you don't multiply.

(laughter)

You are so gay.

At least I didn't sleep
with my sister.

JASON:
Malik, come on,

man, how you gonna remember
who you slept with a year ago?

You can't even remember
who you slept with last night.

Yes, I do, Jason, okay?

It was, uh, uh, uh...

Me... Donna...

Shell... Amy...

Medonna Shellamy?

She was African, fool.
Oh!

Medonna Shellamy.
African.

MALIK: And anyway, I
know it was

my sister because of her tattoo;
I saw it before.

It was the beginning of last
season on the road in Atlanta.

JASON: Okay, so we
got a black chick

with a tattoo in Atlanta.
I mean,

what are
the odds of that? That's...

MALIK: Whatever, dawg.
I'm telling you,

I wouldn't forget ink like that.

It was eerie.

Okay?

Who has a tattoo of
a centipede, dawg?

It's a fricking bug.

Damn it, why am I a slave
to the booty?

(Juvon grunts)

Well, look here, man.
I mean, you famous, right?

So don't you think
if you smashed your sister,

she would mention it
to somebody?

That's a good point.

Well, maybe not.

Maybe Malik's just
not that memorable.

(laughter)

She knows we slept together.
I seen it in her eyes.

She knows

I was all up in there.
JASON: Dude...

God, I'm going to hell, man.

What is wrong...?
DERWIN: Man, work

out, man.

Work it out like you worked
it out with Clay.

JASON: Ooh, hey, now, see,
that's just uncalled for...

So we got some
polly seeds, right?

Hot wings, good wine.

(whispering): This has
got to be some big news she has to tell us.

Maybe she finally
got her GED.

I heard that, Kelly Pitts,

but I'm gonna let it slide
'cause I'm in a good mood.

So guess who still wants me?

Oh, my God-- Rick?

No.

Coach T?
No.

Ugh, please don't tell me it was
the guy who fried your turkey.

Hell, no.

Look, but ain't nothing
wrong with Cleavon.

Shoot, any man take a grease pop
to the face--

they all right with me.

No.

But I'm talking about
punk-ass Chauncey.

(scoffs)
Sweetie, we've been over this.

Look, Chauncey is married
and has three kids

and from what I can tell,
an intense dislike for you.

MELANIE:
Yeah, I mean, come on, Tasha.

He's moved on.
Even without a GED,

you should
be able to figure that out.

Okay, moved on, my ass.

You know what, you just think
you're so damn smart.

Okay, I met wifey.

She ain't nothing
but a cheap imitation of me.

Tasha Light.

Half the fineness,
none of the same great taste.

Oh, my God, you are in denial.

Mm-hmm.
Uh-uh.

Look, y'all,
this ain't about me.

Shoot, I feel bad for Chauncey.

He the one got the problem.

Yeah, right.
(stammers)

Look, it all makes sense.

Okay, look, there was a time
when Malik was eight.

Me and Chauncey,
we hooked up for a minute,

but I had to send
his ass packing

'cause I didn't trust him.
KELLY: Wait.

I thought he left you.

Were you there?
No.

Anyway, after our
little dalliance

didn't work out,
I guess Chauncey was obviously

so devastated he had to go out
and find himself

a weak-ass excuse for me.

Now he's back,
and he don't want to leave.

And guess what-- ain't nothing
like the real thing.

Holla.

Okay, wait.
(laughing)

I thought he was still here
because of Malik.

What you know about men?

You lost three of them
in the last year.

Well, at least I know
how to let them go,

Miss Hanging On.

I mean, just hanging on.

(both laughing)

Look, I ain't hanging on
to him, okay?

He's hanging on to me.

Well, sure he is, sweetie.

You know, I'm gonna write down
the number of this therapist

for you, you know, in case
you want to chat.

Look, I don't need therapy,
okay? 'Cause I ain't crazy.

Hell, just 'cause my daddy
wasn't around,

don't nobody have to know that.

Wait, what?

You get out!

Get out!

(sighs)
Don't tell me when a man

don't want me.
I know when a man want me.

And you don't know what to do
with a man when you get one.

W-What?
D-D-Did I stutter?

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)

Wow.
Yeah.

The sex tape

collection.

Yo, this is like
the Fort Knox of filth.

(chuckles)
Yo, what's with all the lights, though?

I like the grandiosity
of it, Tee Tee.

You know, my sex tapes

are like
my off-the-field legacy.

After my foundation
for kids.

I call it my,
er, uh, third leg-acy.

You get it?

It's a big johnson joke, boy.

Aw, whatever, come on.

(sighs)

Yo, who'd have thought
there were this many women

willing to let
you film them?

Yeah, well, Tee Tee,

women go stupid when
it comes to a celebrity.

And I love
stupid-ass women.

Now, let's find the tape
with my sister on it.

(sighs)

You swear you're not gonna
show nobody, right?

MALIK:
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, scout's honor, baby.

Now, show me
how you touch them toes.

(both laughing)

Scout's honor.

Right, she fell for it.

That was my first season
with the Sabers.

I ain't know nothing
about lighting

and camera angles
back then, Tee Tee.

Got a little better,
though.

Uh, okay, here we go,
this looks recent.

(sighs)

You are going to mail me a
duplicate of this, right, Malik?

MALIK:
Mm-hmm, scout's honor, baby.

Now show me
how you downward dog.

(laughs)

Check you out, Malik.

One continuous shot--
just like on Goodfellas.

Yep, the Scorsese years.

But that's not it.

(tape winding)

TEE TEE:
Okay, night vision.

Very, uh, Hilton-esque.
Mm-hmm.

What's up? Who's
holding the camera?

Well, I had to bring

the, uh... equipment
manager in on this one.

Equipment manager? Yo,
you cut me, Malik, you cut me real deep, man.

You know what?
Can you just relax, boy? How you not gonna call me

when you're making a porno
in your house, man, yo? You was out of town.

Out of town-- you
could have called me. Just relax, boy.

You ain't even got no phone no
more. Uh, uh, there it is.

There it is
right there.

Yo, I still can't

believe she let you
film her like this.

Mm-hmm.
She a freak.

(stammers) Boy, that's
my damn sister.

Can you have some
respect, Tee Tee?

Please.

(sighs)

MALIK:
Mm-hmm.

(grunts)
How you gonna do that to your sister?

Shut up, boy.

(knocking)

Tasha.

Sorry for not
calling first,

but when I heard
that Malik was taking

Pucci and Moochie shopping,
I knew I could get you alone.

Huh.

You're here to kill me,
aren't you?

Don't be silly, silly.

Look, I am here because...

I finally get what's been
going on all these years.

Good, good.

And what would that be?

Well, I finally understand

that I haven't been
the only one in pain.

Poor Chauncey.

You've been out there
walking the world,

missing your Latasha.

But it's okay, Boo.

(spanks, squeals)

You can let it
all out now.

And I'm going
to make it all better.

(sighs)

Brandy?

Uh, that's not brandy,
that's warm soda.

And what the hell
are you talking about?

Why, Sheila, of course.

Come on.

You were so in love with me,
you just had to go out

and find yourself somebody
like me as a replacement.

I mean, not that you did
a very good job.

But then again, you always
were a little lazy, huh?

Old lazy-ass
Chauncey.

Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whoa, whoa.

No, no.

I-I'm very much
in love with Sheila.

(laughs maniacally)

If you are so in love with her,

then what are you doing
here with me today?

Huh? Come on.

Face it, Chauncey.

You are no more over me today
than you were 20 years ago,

when you came sniffing
around my door, huh?

First, that-that was
a mistake.

I was trying to have
a relationship with my son.

Come on, Chauncey.

Now, you know
you missed all of this.

No, no, no.

Hmm?
No, no, I didn't.

I think you've had
one warm soda too many.

I did not marry Sheila
because she reminds me of you.

I married her
in spite of that.

Ha!
I'm not having any feelings for you.

Ha!
I haven't since I was 18 years old.

Ha, two times!

I don't want you!

Yes, you do!

'Cause if you didn't, you
wouldn't be kissing me. No, no.

You wouldn't be
kissing me... No, no. Tasha, Tasha, Tasha.

This is embarrassing.

You're embarrassing
yourself. I knew it!

Oh, Jesus!
I knew it!

I knew it!
I knew one day, you'd come here,

and she'd get her claws
back in you.

And you didn't think

she still had feelings for you?

(sighs)

Naive-ass Chauncey.

Sh-Sheila!

Chauncey.

Sheila!

I'm not gonna
let you leave me!

(blow lands)

Get out!

(exasperated sigh)

MALIK: I told you, girl.
What? Huh?

Ah, we blew up Rodeo Drive.

Yes, we did,
little sis.

Now, you know this is
my first Louis Vuitton.

My girls are gonna
be so jealous.

Yeah, having money
is great, ain't it?

But it's not what's
important, Pucci-- family is.

(sighs)

Which is why I wanted
to talk to you,

you know, about the obvious.

I'm sorry, Malik.

I really wasn't
going to shoplift,

but they were right there.

Oh, oh, don't trip, don't trip.

I got me a pair, too.

No matter
how much money you have,

stealing is still a rush,
little sister.

(both laugh)

Uh... but you and I have

more important things
to talk about.

So have a seat, Pucci.

Oh...

I know what
this is about.

It's about what I
gave you, right?

What you gave me?
(chuckles)

Okay, let's be real, little sis.

I took it and I tore it up
like only Malik Wright can.

You tore up my demo?

Your demo? Girl, I don't know
where that thing is.

Then what are you talking about?

Okay, Atlanta, you and me?

I filmed us doing the McNasty.

What?!

Okay, look, I know you hate

to admit it, Pucci,
and I do, too.

But the reality is,
we slept together.

And we probably gonna
go to hell because of it.

Okay, Malik, there is absolutely
no way I slept with you.

First of all,

you're not my type.

And secondly-- and this is
the important part--

I'm not a ho.

Oh, yes, you is a ho.

Yes, you is, and I'm-a

prove it to you.
Come on.

"I ain't a ho."

(door opens)

Uh, hey.

(clears throat)
Yeah, um,

I... I was just cleaning
up inside there.

See?

See, I'd remember that
creepy-ass tattoo anywhere.

Oh, my God.

Mm-hmm, told you
you was a ho.

That's not me.

That's Caroline, my best
friend from high school.

Oh.
We got our tattoos together.

Okay.

(chuckles)

Now take your eyes

off her ass, and take a
look at her shoulder.

Okay.

So you got a tattoo
of a butterfly, too.

Girl, what the hell is it
with you and these bugs?

(sighs)

Okay.

This is awkward.

Uh, yeah.

So, I'm really not your type?

Is that a no?

All right, Pucc.

If you hear from her, please
tell her I said to come home.

I-I mean, back to the hotel.

She knows I mean that.

Because I don't think
she's stupid.

Make sure you tell her
I said that.

(knocking at door)

Oh, thank God.

(phone beeps off)

(screams)

(shudders)

God!

(sobbing): No!

Chauncey,

you know I know
how to pick locks.

What do you want?

Haven't you caused
enough damage already?

I just came by
to say I'm done.

All right?

I'm done messing with you.

I mean, I made a fool
out of myself today

trying to prove...

I don't even know what
I was trying to prove,

but I'm through.

Okay?

So you go on
back to Atlanta,

you live your life, and
I'm gonna live mine.

You couldn't have
e-mailed me that?

No, 'cause I like to deal
with my problems face-to-face.

I don't run away
from them, like you.

Have a good life, Chauncey.

I guess I have
handled things poorly.

Say what, now?

(sighs)

I have handled things poorly.

Okay, you already said that.

So go on.

Look, you know how I was raised.

I was a sheltered kid
from a two-parent household.

Then I met this

cute little round-the-way girl

with a big booty
and a bigger attitude.

Shoot, before you,

I'd never seen
a joint or a gun.

Lot of people talk
about throwing a brick

through somebody's window,
but you actually did it.

That was a good first
date, wasn't it?

You deserved better
than me running off.

I was a stupid kid.

I did what my parents
told me to do.

They told me
to go to college.

But that's no excuse,
because...

I was the one
that never looked back.

I regret not spending
time with you and...

n-not spending time with Malik.

But you know what
my biggest regret is?

Turning such
a beautiful young girl

into... a bitter, angry woman.

That's the nicest thing a man
has ever said to me, Chauncey.

I'm sorry.

I think that's what I needed
to hear after all these years.

Thank you.

Oh, come on!

You have got to
be kidding me.

So you really want me to kill
this bitch, don't you, Chauncey?

Sheila, baby...

Uh, Chauncey, I got this.
Come on.

Sheila, Chauncey and I
are in love, okay?

And it ain't a damn thing you
gonna be able to do about it.

What?! No!

See, look, girl,
he is not tripping on me.

Okay, and you ain't
gonna leave him,

and you ain't
gonna kill nobody.

I mean, the worst
you gonna do is what,

throw a brick through
somebody's window?

That's it.

You were all over
my damn husband.

I know, and I'm
sorry for that.

Okay? I had
a moment.

All right? Much like
you having right now.

But for once, can you just
put your anger aside

and just be happy
for what you got?

Oh, I'm happy
with what I got.

But I just want you
to know it's what I got.

Fair enough.

Take care of
yourself, Tasha.

(whispers):
All right.

And by the way, there's
a brick and broken glass

on your front seat.

Touché, bitch.

Touché.

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