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(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Kane is in the
building, nigga...

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Find out @ saveanilluminati.com

Now tell me how you love
it You know you at the top

When only heaven's
right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else is really trying to
fuck with Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks
to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know

This that Slumdog
Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

My real friends never
hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused

Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the
girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all
them bitches find the pole

Plus, I been sippin' So this
shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go

(MEN SHOUTING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GRUNTING)

(REFEREE BLOWING WHISTLE)

MAN: Hey, the guy's out cold.
Come on! Come on!

(GASPS)

Hey-

You Okay?

Yeah. Yeah, it was nothing.

Well, that nothing shook the
bed like Shakira was in it.

I trucked Fat Reggie through
a DJ booth last night.

That shit is gonna
haunt me for years.

Mmm-hmm.

- Baby, you look great.
- Thank you.

Going to the studio?

Yeah, apparently Richard Sherman
challenged Money Mayweather

to a bare-knuckle brawl
in Vegas last night.

Shit. It's already 8:30.

You have a busy day?

I've got to lock down Vernon's
Dallas contract today.

Isn't that sort
of a Jason thing?

It is, but let's just say I've got
a lot riding on this deal closing.

Okay, well, if you
can spare the time,

uh, there's someone I would
like you to meet for me.

Who?

The neurologist at the sports medicine
center I told you about, Paul Grodan.

Yeah, if he wants to open
up a portfolio at Anderson,

I am the guy to see.

Look, you can play stupid and
dance around it all you want,

but we both know
it's getting worse.

You don't want to talk to
me about it, that's fine,

but you need to see someone.

I will, I promise.

You know, 50% of all linebackers
suffer from concussive syndrome.

(LAUGHS) I know that, baby,
but I'm not in that 50%.

I'm in the good 50%.

- Then here's your chance to prove it.
- And I will. Just let me TCB today.

Then I'm gonna make the
call this afternoon.

Okay, well, how about if I take
care of a little business?

Uh-huh.

- What'd you have in mind?
- If you go to the doctor today,

I promise that I
won't tell the world

that Ricky is using Alonzo's
mom as a pincushion.

Blackmailing me.

Well, what can I say, Spence?

I care.

Yeah, I can't beat the girl
without these hook-arounds.

-(LAUGHING) Wait, what did you say?
- I am.

Good morning, ladies.

- Hey, baby. Good morning.
- Hey.

Something smells delicious.

That's my perfume. Fleur de Rocaille.
Same as Selena Gomez wears.

What you smell is your breakfast.
It's almost done.

- All right.
-(DOOR OPENING)

Hey, morning, 'Shad.
Morning, Bey.

Hey, hey, hey! No chocolate on
Uncle Charles' work uniform.

Uh-uh, Rashad, give your sister
back her damn Snickers bar.

Language.

- Who's texting you this early, baby?
- Work!

We have been slammed
at the dealership.

- Well, then you need to hurry up and eat.
- Mmm-hmm.

Sell me some cars.

I ain't never seen nobody eat
that fast in all my life.

How you even breathe? You
hiding gills or something?

Theresa, leave him alone.
He's in a rush.

All I'm saying, if he moved his ass
as fast as he moved his mouth,

-you'd be pregnant by now.
- We're trying.

Well, try harder.

How many babies I gotta carry
before my kids have a cousin?

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

I Qot to go.

All right. See you later, sis.
You have a good day.

Baby, that was so delicious.
That was the breakfast.

(LAUGHS) Yeah. That
was delicious.

- I just... I love you.
- I love you.

None of my business, but he
acting strange as a motherfucker.

-(DOOR CLOSING)
- He sure is.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

(GRUNTS)

Joe Krutel, Anderson Financial.

Hey, good morning, handsome.
How'd you sleep?

Hey, Spence. Good times
last night, right?

Yeah, it was a great time right
up until your magic moment.

Oh, shit.

- It's real?
- As real as it gets.

Joe, you ever drop the N-bomb like
that again and I will kill you.

- Come on, you know I didn't mean it.
- Doesn't matter.

Why don't you do us both a favor

and stay away from Vernon
and Ricky just for the day?

Maybe they won't fire us.

- Get your shit together, Joe.
- Yeah. Bye-bye.

I haven't seen a nautical cleanup effort
like this since the Exxon Valdez.

(MOCK LAUGHS) Funny. on, God.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Daddy needs a little
hair of the dog.

Sorry, pal, party's over.

Mr. Anderson requested his
boat for the afternoon,

so you and your friends
are gonna have to leave.

What friends?

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

Shit.

- Hey.
- Hi, Joe-Joe.

- Hi.
- Do you have an iPhone 4 charger?

No, I don't. Sorry.

My memory's a little bit hazy
after last night. You guys are?

I'm Cassie and this is Michelle.

Right. Hi, Cassie. Hi, Michelle.

I hate to be this guy, but I'm gonna
have to ask you guys to leave.

- What? Really?
- Why?

It's a long, sad
story, believe me.

But if you really
want to hear it,

I could tell it to you over
some tequila back at my condo.

- We have our own condos.
- Oh, Maze! tov.

And besides, we just invited a few
of our friends to meet us here.

Oh, look. (LAUGHS)

- Shit! Those are your friends?
- Yeah.

And they brought Victor
Cruz and LaMarr Woodley.

- They play professional football.
- Yeah, I know who they are. I do.

I guess we'll just have to tell
everyone we have to leave.

No, no, no, no. No, no.
(SHUSHING)

Shut it. Shut up. Sorry.
Sorry. I'm sorry.

- Just sit tight, okay? Sit tight. I swear I'll...
-(CHUCKLES)

Fuck.

- Fire up the engines!
- Hey, Mr. Anderson said he wants the boat.

I don't give a shit if Somali pirates
have seized the fucking boat.

Just do as I say. Here.

Your funeral, buddy.

(EXHALES)

- I'm the captain now.
- Aye. Aye.

- How you feeling, Reg?
- I'm feeling fine

for a man who nearly cracked
his head on a subwoofer.

- That's a little dramatic.
- Spencer.

Hey, man, I'm sorry about what
happened last night. Honestly.

I mean, "sorry" don't
buy neck braces, homie.

Dallas came in strong at 66
over six with 24 guaranteed.

It's 11 million a year.
Solid opening offer.

-"Solid," huh?
- We're still negotiating.

I want to go back at them
with 75, 30 guaranteed.

Seventy-five? That's, what,
twelve and a half a year?

Like, how is that better?

If you let the man finish. It's a
five-year deal, not a six-year deal.

Vernon, that's $15 million,

plus we leave an extra year
for your final contract.

And that's where we
really clean up.

(EXHALES)

Okay, so, cuz, you want to tell these
boys what's up or you want me to?

Look, do your thing, man.
Go ahead.

- Tell us what?
- We got a number.

What we feel we need to earn to take care
of the family for life after the game,

buy Mama her dream house,
help the community.

We want to build a wing
in a children's hospital.

- That's respectable.
- What's the number?

Hundred and one
million, 50 guaranteed.

And none of this new money
analysis shit neither

where they count money they already
owe us as new money paid. Nah.

(LAUGHING) You need
more bedrest, Reggie.

Hundred and one? Well,
that's more than J.J. Watt.

That's no accident.

Well, with all due respect, you
know, you're fucking crazy.

J.J. Watt is changing the game.

For God's sakes, the man's
receiving touchdown passes.

Vernon can catch. Or maybe you feel J.J.
deserves more

because... Because he's white.

You want me to grab a pair of
pom-poms and put on a short skirt

or you want me to
speak the truth

and get our man the best
fucking deal possible?

- I mean, it's a process.
- We don't care about the process.

We just want to see results.

If you feel that Vernon won't be better
than J.J., then speak the fuck up.

Well, you know, I just did.

We're setting the bar
too high right now.

Let's use Gerald McCoy's
contract as our measuring stick.

Okay, here's my measuring stick.

I'm swingin' it over
here so he can see it.

The two of you have colluded,
have collaborated,

and cunt-ed up this deal
since the beginning.

If you guys can't get the
man's numbers straight,

we're gonna find people who can.

It's that simple.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

- Big C. What's the word?
- CHARLES: (ON PHONE) I got trouble, bro.

Some little hottie from the
boat is sending me bikini pics.

That don't sound
like trouble to me.

Yeah, well, you ain't
married to a ninja.

You need to get a bat phone.

It wouldn't matter if I had 10 bat phones.
My wife has psychic abilities.

You know, I had a
dream one night

about that blonde with the
big titties from Prime.

-(LAUGHING)
- I woke up and Julie was just sitting there.

Looking at me, staring.

She didn't even say
nothing, but I know she...

You gotta relax, Charles.

There's nothing wrong with a little
flirting. I mean, it's healthy.

Yeah, well, texting with some random behind
my wife's back doesn't feel healthy.

- It feels suicidal, Rick.
- That's 'cause you're not embracing it.

You gotta swim with the stream,
brother, not against it.

You're all good, man. Jockstrap, too.
I checked twice.

You're weird, bro.
Good looking out.

I mean, how'd this girl get
my number anyways, man?

- I gave it to her.
- What the fuck you do that for?

- She asked for it after you split.
- That's messed up, Rick.

All you gotta do is not
respond if you don't want to.

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

Hell, man. She just texted
me asking if I can talk.

Choice is yours. Namaste, nigga.

Shit.

(REFEREE BLOWING WHISTLE)

- And go.
- Shit.

Uh...

Look, 'Zo, this shit between me
and your mom, what can I say?

This shit is awkward.

- You don't need to say nothing, man.
- No, I think I do.

No, you don't. Trust me, Rick.
We all good, baby.

We are?

Yeah, my mom's told me you
broke things off with her.

I appreciate you for showing
me that kind of respect, man.

And it was hard, too. Difficult.
She's a good woman.

- Yeah, she is.
- Yeah.

What you say we forget about
all this bullshit and go ball?

- Yeah?
- Let's ball.

- Let's go ball.
- Let's go ball.

Hell, yeah. Let's get this money.
Let's go ball.

- Welcome. Welcome.
- Thank you, sir.

- Let's eat. Let's eat.
- Let's get it.

Jerret.

You and Alonzo doing okay?

- Oh, we doing great.
- You sure about that?

Look, we are all straight, Mr.
Siefert.

And I know better than to
bullshit a man like you.

Okay. Good. Just know my
door's always open, Ricky.

I took a big chance on you.
I want to see you pan out.

Besides, I'm a pretty
damn good listener.

I don't need a listener,
sir, but I thank you anyway.

- Fair enough.
- All right? I thank you.

- Get back to work.
- Yes, sir.

- Championship.
- Nothing less.

- Championship. Yes, sir.
- All right, now.

(LEAN ON PLAYING)

Go, Cassie! Go, Cassie!

So, you an accountant
or something?

Yeah. It's that obvious?

No, I just saw that picture of
your goofy-ass banner back there.

Wow, "goofy," huh?

I guess I've been called worse.
We both have, right?

No one's ever called me goofy.

No, sure, granted, but they
called you slow, small, weak.

That's why you went
undrafted, isn't it, Victor?

All those coaches and
scouts and executives said,

"You never played against any real
competition. You're not good enough."

They didn't even invite
me to the combine.

With the talent you have,
that is a goddamn travesty.

God, it must suck balls
having all these experts

pick you apart on your pro day.

Judging your life's work
on one set of drills,

one 40-yard dash, the
fucking Wonderlic Test.

- That shit is a joke.
- Here's what they don't get.

There's no test for the heart, for
your passion, for your desire.

Damn right, Joe.

You proved to 32 teams that they
were dead fucking wrong about you,

and you have earned every
cent you've made since.

It would be wise to be careful
who you trust it with.

Hey, Vic. Vic. Hey, come on. These
bitches are trying to drown me.

- We should probably go help the man.
- Fuck,yeah.

All right, here comes
the lifeguard, bitches!

Let's go, Joe.

(WHOOPING)

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

(LAUGHTER)

You feel all that?

- I do.
- Good.

Okay, Spencer.

Obvious question.

You ever taken a
hit in the head?

That's why I'm here.

- When'd it happen?
- The last time?

Or I can rattle off
a list right now.

- Last one that you can remember.
- Okay. Um...

New Orleans two
years ago, week 10.

I was speared, diving for a loose ball.
Completely unintentional.

- Did you watch footage?
- Oh, yeah. Multiple times.

We had a laugh in the film room.
(LAUGHS)

What's the first thing you
remember after getting hit?

Uh, we recovered the ball.

Do you remember that from the
footage or your actual memory?

Okay. Uh...

First thing I remember was the following
set of downs after we scored.

Mmm-hmm.

Look straight ahead
for me, would you?

Oh, you're gonna get
lost in my eyes, Doc.

- Any headaches?
- Finance-related.

Impaired vision?

- All depends on what brand of tequila I drink.
-(LAUGHS)

How about trouble sleeping?

Oh, well, that all depends
on who I'm with, Doc.

- You know the life.
- Funny stuff, Spencer.

Now be honest.

Yeah, sometimes.

Well, your mini-mental and
neuro exam look good,

but I'd still like to get in
there and get a closer look.

- Get in where?
- Your head.

Make sure everything's
in tip-top shape.

We can squeeze you
in for an MRI today.

Doc, I just came in because Tracy
asked me to come in and see you.

- Spencer, don't panic.
- I'm not panicking. I never panic. Uh...

- MRI really necessary?
- It's only precautionary.

Besides, we won't know if the MRI is
necessary until after you take it.

Okay.

WOMAN ON PHONE: I liked talking to
you at the party, Charles Greane.

Thank you. I enjoyed
meeting you as well.

I like talking to you now, too.

- Oh.
-(WOMAN MOANING)

- Are you okay?
- I'm more than okay.

What's going on over there?

You know what's going on
over here, Charles Greane.

You should get it going
on over there, too.

- I'm at work.
- So?

Look, Sammy, I've got
to tell you something.

I'm a married man.

And you can't have friends?

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Well, I don't think...

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

I sent you a little something.

And I'm not in a basement in
Arkansas with five kids either.

I'm five miles away

with my vibrator I
just named Chuck.

You should come over and play.

I can't do that.

Once a player, always a
player, Charles Greane.

Uh...

Hey, Sammy.

Uh-huh.

- Please don't call me again.
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

(EXHALES)

- You have fun tonight, bro.
- Yeah, you know me.

I already know. I know you.
Hey, good shit out there.

- Good shit out there, Marcus.
- I appreciate it.

- Hey, LaMarr!
- LaMARR: What's up?

- LaMarr, baby, I love you, boy.
- You the man, Ricky J!

(LAUGHING) I love you.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Where the fuck is my ride?

Need a lift, Jerret?
Hop on this.

(CHUCKLES)

HAL: (ON PHONE) What are you
looking for here, Jason?

Top-of-the-line money. New
thresholds have been established.

I want to reset the market.

Out of the question. Boss
would have a hemorrhage.

Patrick Peterson's making 14 a
year in Arizona's secondary.

- He's a hell of a player.
- Yes, he is.

But Vern, he's a penetrator
and an occupier.

And we both know that traditionally pass
rushers, they make more than corners.

As long as we front-load this thing and
make sure the guarantee is strong,

we can sweat the
total value later.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

What's McCoy getting paid?

- Gerald McCoy?
- Yeah, Gerald McCoy. What's he getting paid?

Uh, ninety-eight over seven.
Fifty-one guaranteed.

- Oh.
-(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Never gonna happen.

If it doesn't, I'm getting fired

and you can have this
exact same conversation

next week with another agent.

I'm not gonna screw
up my cap over this.

I've got other needs to fill.

You know, Vernon hasn't missed a game
through his entire first contract.

And that's just on the field.

Nobody gives back to the
community the way that he does.

I mean, the guy wants to build a hospital
wing for sick kids, for Christ's sake.

And honestly, the way
things have been going,

you know, the truly good guys like
Vernon, they're more valuable than ever.

Jesus Christ. You're
pouring it on thick.

No, I'm just speaking the truth.

And, Hal, if you don't think
Littelfield is worth the money,

buddy, he's gonna have to start
seriously considering free agency.

That sounds like you're
trying to strong-arm us here.

Well, that's not the
terminology I would use,

but, yeah, that's
exactly what I'm doing.

That's a disappointing
development, Jason.

Because we sure as hell
aren't gonna be strong-armed

just because some defensive tackle's got
a better agent than your client does.

Oh, now that's just
plain rude, Hal.

Partner, if you
think that's rude,

well, then you're gonna have
a lot to say about this.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Son of a bitch.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Hi, Hal.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

- What's up, J?
- JASON: (ON PHONE) Spoke with Hal.

All right, how'd it go?

Seventy-one over five, 40
guaranteed, and 18 upon signing.

Wow, 14 a year. That is a hell of a leap.
Didn't expect that.

- It's a hard-line. Take it or leave it.
- It's a no-brainer.

Since you got the deal, you should
be the one to present it to Vernon.

Already did. Told him we had 40
guaranteed and he hung up on me.

You believe that shit?

(DOOR OPENING)

- I'll handle it.
- They said they're going to the Forge tonight.

- Forge, all right. You just hang tight.
- Mr. Strasmore.

- We're ready for you now.
- I'll be right back.

I'm gonna go grab something out of my car.
I'll be right back.

Ninety seconds. All right.

These motherfuckers want to
treat me like I'm a rookie?

Them dumb, illiterate motherfuckers
better read my stats.

I blow them all off the fucking
planet, and you know that.

Y'all better wake the fuck up.
Ricky Jerret doesn't get hazed.

Ricky Jerret does the
motherfucking hazing.

All right, Ricky. I
don't have much time.

Now, I know it's been a
tough adjustment for you.

I wanna fucking
kill somebody, man.

Let's calm down now. What's
Alonzo's problem with you?

He knows I'm gonna catch more
passes, score more touchdowns.

Nothing personal? I've
heard some rumblings.

-"Rumblings"?
- Nothing specific. Murmurs. Guys are talking.

I don't know shit about murmurs,
rumblings, or any of that shit,

but I do know I'm gonna stick my
size-11 Air Jordan up somebody's ass.

The organization will not
respond well to that.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Now, if you screw with team chemistry, it
will not shine kindly on either of us.

- I gambled on you.
- And I appreciate you, Mr. Siefert,

for giving me this opportunity.

All I want to do is play football
without looking over my shoulder.

You're a man of faith. Try
turning the other cheek.

Yeah, you're right. Okay. All
right, do the godly thing.

Good. Now I want to suggest something
else that I think will help.

It's called a mantra.

You mean like a sexual thing?

No.

It's a phrase you repeat to
yourself to help control the rage.

It goes like this, "I am
bigger than my problems."

I'm bigger than my problems.

When Alonzo or anybody else does
something to get under your skin,

you just say this till
the anger subsides.

- Go on, try it. Close your eyes.
- Okay.

All right. All right.

I'm bigger than my problems.

Breathe deep. That's the key.

(EXHALES) I'm bigger
than my problems.

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

(BREATH ES DEEPLY)

I am bigger than my problems.

I am bigger than my problems.

I am bigger than my problems.

Open your eyes. How you feeling?

Like I'm bigger
than my problems.

- There you go.
- Oh, shit. This shit's legit.

What, Shula teach you that?

Phil Jackson seminar. The Zen Master.
Got me through my first divorce.

Well, it's clutch, bro. And
I can't thank you enough

for opening these doors
and being a friend.

Here, take this.

- What is it?
- That's where you'll find your car, Ricky.

My car's not a car, Mr. Siefert.

It's a Ferrari.

- Thanks for everything.
- Okay.

Close the door on your way out.

I'm bigger than my problems.

-(WHOOPING)
-(MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

Hey, Joe, we gotta
do this again.

JOE: Any time, man. You
just say the word.

You're a fun dude, Joey.

- You are fun, Joe-Joe.
- You're a fun dude, Joey.

You're a fun dude
and a lot more.

- I underestimated you, Joe.
- Oh, that happens all the time.

Shit, I'm a fucking dead man.

Hey, Victor, come here
for a minute, man.

Listen, um, all those guys that
got drafted when you didn't,

how did you prove to everybody
that you were better?

- By busting my ass.
- Yeah, you wanted it more, right?

- Absolutely.
- Same with me and Spencer.

There's no magic formula
to what it is we do.

All financial firms are more or less
the same. I'm not gonna lie to you.

But what separates us is the work
we put in all phases of the game.

We're building
something big, right?

We're building something huge.
We're building something great.

And we're gonna make a lot
of people a lot of money.

We want you to be part of it.

- Let's set up a meeting.
- Yeah, okay.

Okay, good. Good, good, good.
I got your number, all right?

- Sounds good.
- Uh-oh. What's happening?

- Uh-oh.
- What's he doing? What's he doing now?

-(LAUGHS)
- Did he just get a touchdown?

- That's actually pretty good.
- It's pretty good, right?

Don't underestimate me, man.
I keep telling you.

Hey, Mr. Anderson.

Say hello to our potential
new client, Victor Cruz.

Nice boat, Mr. Anderson.

Hi, Katya.

We'll get off. We'll get off.
Let's go.

See, there she is.

Wow, I've never seen
them do that before.

(GASPING) I am...

Ooh, I am bigger than my problems.
I am bigger...

I am bigger than my...
What the fuck!

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(HORN HONKS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Yo, Spence, what you
doing here, man?

Ladies, do you mind if I
steal him for a minute?

- Not at all.
- Sure, go ahead.

- You're hot.
-(LAUGHING)

- Did you just say that?
- Yeah. I know.

Keep your panties on, all right?
Please. Excuse me.

- Spence.
- I said talk to Vernon. Only Vernon.

Yo, fuck you, man. When it comes
to dollars, I go wherever he go.

- What the fuck did you just say to me?
- Hey, come on, chill, Spencer.

You know I don't talk
money without Reggie.

- You hung up on Jason?
- No, I did.

Vernon, he got you $71 million
with 40 of it guaranteed.

That's enough money to take care
of your family, buy Mom a house,

and do whatever you need to do
for the kids in the community.

- It's a good deal, Spence.
- But that's not the number we wanted.

- So, we shouldn't have to settle.
-"We," huh?

Is he the one putting his body on the line?
His bones, his blood, his sweat?

He's been here from the start.
It's called loyalty.

Well, thank you.

What about your loyalty
to Jason, huh?

He went toe-to-toe with one of the
toughest negotiators in the league

and he came back to
you with a contract

that makes you one of the highest
paid defensive players in the game.

Vernon, I need you
to smarten up.

We let the next contract
be about your ego.

Right now the only thing that
matters is $40 million guaranteed.

We're not afraid to play
the free agency market.

If he gets hurt, you get nothing.
Both of you get nothing.

- I'm not gonna get hurt.
- You know how many times I've heard that?

You got to think positive, Spencer.
Come on.

Is this your final answer?

Look, I love and I respect you,
cuz, but it is what it is.

I'm sorry, Spence.
It's just business.

Okay, well, here's
my final answer.

You do whatever the
hell you want to do.

And when you realize, Vernon, this
has been the mistake of a lifetime,

-don't come running back to me.
-(YAWNS)

Because the moment you
give me my 300K back,

me and you, my friend, we're done.
Fuck off.

Yo, Spencer. Come on, man.

- Come back here. Why you got to be like that?
- Let his ass go.

- Fuck him.
- Damn.

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