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(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Kane is in the
building, nigga...

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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)

(LAUGHTER)

I tell you what. Now, I played
with a dude, Joe knows him,

who invested in a water park
in fucking North Dakota.

(ALL LAUGH)

The bottom line is, whether
you sign with us or not,

never, ever invest in a
water park, brother.

Well, lucky for me, I hate public pools.
People piss in them.

Yeah, I can personally
vouch for that.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, Spence, man, I gotta say,

never thought I'd see you work
in a place like this, man.

That makes two of us, man.

The whole suit-and-tie thing
kind of works for you, though.

Well, 'cause I make
it look fly, right?

-(LAUGHTER)
- Yeah, he was born for this job.

Every time we talk about
annuities, he gets a boner.

Watch. Annuities.

- Don't do it.
- Annuities.

- That's dangerous.
- WOMAN: Excuse me.

Vernon Littelfield's on the phone.
He says it's an emergency.

Not now. We're with a client.

No, it's cool. You can take it.

No, not all. You kidding me?

We have a sit-down with Victor Cruz.
El Salsero is in the house.

This man has a Super Bowl ring.

- Vernon can wait.
- Take a message, please.

- How is Vernon?
- Never better.

Look, Vic, the bottom line is

you're in a position where so
many people are gonna come at you

with a brilliant fucking idea
on how to double your cash.

(CELLPHONE BUZZING)

Yeah, and we're the somebody that
tells you that it's bullshit.

(BUZZING STOPS)

Because there is nothing more
important to us than our clients.

(CHUCKLES)

(CAT MEOWING ON LAPTOP)

- Hey, you hit Vern back yet?
- No, we're moving forward.

Oh, come on. We've already got Ricky,
Victor Cruz, Jared Odrick, Woodley,

a lot of other guys who
are flirting with us.

Why are you shaking your head?
That fucking roster is tight.

Not good enough for the old man.
He's been asking for updates.

If he finds out we dumped Vernon,
he's sure as hell gonna dump us.

Well, he didn't want
me here anyway, right?

Oh, come on, Spence. It's not just
about you anymore, all right?

We're on Anderson's
radar right now,

and if we don't return in a
big fucking way, we're dead.

(CELLPHONE BUZZING)

(CHUCKLES)

You're seriously not
taking Vern's call?

No, not till he gives
me my 300 back.

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

Hey, Vern. What's up? It's Joe.
We were just talking.

We should get some dinner
sometime, you know. Hang...

Oh, yeah? What problem?

- Yeah, hold on. He wants to talk to you, man.
- Yeah, tell him to talk to Reggie.

It sounds urgent. He's insisting.
I've never heard him this pissed off.

Come on.

I told you we were done.

What? What, what, what?

What? What? What?

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

(MOANING LOUDLY)

Oh, you do me like this, you can quit
your job at the Chevy dealership.

(SHUSHING)

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

-(MOANING)
-(GRUNTS)

I mean, it's one thing to fuck
with a man's Js, but this shit...

All this can't be
over a jersey number.

- What did you do, Ricky?
- I wish I knew.

I wish I knew. It's
mind-boggling.

You been in some strange?

- That ain't...
- Tell me.

Ain't no strange. It's about
the number, all right?

- If you're lying...
- I'm not lying.

Any more bullshit and
I'm gone, Ricky.

Might have to call your Uncle
Frank and get him involved.

No. Hey, Uncle Frank
is crazy, okay?

He takes things too far. Do
not get the family involved.

Well, I got to do
something, Bella.

- I mean, this is bullshit.
- Look, be an adult, okay?

Just take him somewhere you
can talk to him, okay?

- Deal with things head-on.
-(SCOFFS)

Yeah, sure. Maybe we can
go grab some froyo.

- I bet his little bitch-ass likes sprinkles.
-(LAUGHS)

Look, he's just young and
reckless like you were.

Okay? Try building a rapport.

Do you even know
where Alonzo's from?

- That I do, actually.
- Good. Build on that.

Bring him someplace you can
find some common ground.

- Hey, Brett.
- Yo.

How much for the Lambs'?

For Ricky Jerret
or anybody else?

-(LAUGHS)
- Come on.

(IMITATES ENGINE REVVING)

- The bitch wants paper.
- Who is she?

She wouldn't give us her name.

But she says she got pictures of me
smoking weed with naked hookers.

- Were you?
- I don't think they were pros.

I mean, nobody asked for cash.

That's about to change.

Vernon, buddy, what
were you thinking?

Man, these girls was bangin'.

And the weed was smelling
so fucking good, I...

- It was a party.
- It was your fucking party, Spencer.

Uh, uh, no, no. That
was a corporate event.

Vernon, you're in the program now.
You got priors.

We've talked about you becoming

one of the greatest defensive
players of all time like Ray Lewis.

You want that to happen, you
can't keep doing this shit.

I just use the weed
for pain management.

You're not even injured.

(CHUCKLES) I got emotional pain.

Look, if Dallas sees photos of you on
the Internet smoking weed with hookers,

they're gonna kill
your deal, all right?

We're not trying to jump
down your throat here,

but it's like there's a lot
of money at stake, you know?

You gotta start
thinking about this.

The position you're in
now, you become a target.

And this is what happens when you
are fucking awesome at your job.

All right. How much
does she want?

She didn't say. Told
us to call her lawyer.

Maximo Gomez. Man, this
is straight-up blackmail.

JOE: No, not necessarily.

They were both guests at the party,
so there's no expectation of privacy.

She hasn't named a number yet,

and Vernon can't stop her
from publishing the photos.

And did you just pull this
out of your ass or what?

- I might have studied law at FIU.
-(LAUGHING)

- Joey Krutel has his law degree.
- Top third in my class.

Listen, man, so, yo,
what are we gonna do?

You got all the answers, Reggie. Why
don't you tell us what we're gonna do?

The fuck I look like? Wikipedia?

Listen, man, it's time to
put the personal shit aside

and rally around Vernon.

It's time to be one.
The dream team, baby.

- Dream team.
- Dream team.

(CELLPHONE BUZZES)

Hello. Mr. Gomez?

- Why you trying to fuck with me, man?
- No...

(SIGHS)

- Maximo Gomez?
- MAXIMO: (ON PHONE) Yes, it is.

Who do I have the
pleasure of speaking to?

Spencer Strasmore. What
the fuck do you want?

-(LAUGHS) You're Vernon's attorney?
- His financial manager.

Glad to see he tapped the
right man for the job.

My client has plans to sell some
photographs of your client.

She'd like to offer Vernon
right of first refusal.

Well, I gotta see what
I'm buying first.

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

- What do you want?
- Why don't you come in?

We'll discuss pricing.

I'll have my secretary
text you the address.

Yeah, this one. She was sweet.

Man, Spence, this ain't right.
I ain't paying her shit.

- We ain't paying her shit. Just what he said.
- Nothing.

Let me tell you how this is
gonna go down from now on.

Anything that has to do with
contracts, Jason's gonna handle.

Anything that has to do with
finances, Joe's gonna handle.

And everything else in between
like this, I'm gonna handle.

Okay, so then what can I do?

What can you do? I'll tell
you what you can do, Reggie.

You see that beautiful
girl right there?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

You can get her number for me.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

'Z0, what up? Glad you
could make it, man.

- Yeah, man. You had me at "titty bar."
- Yeah, I'm sure.

- This is my little brother Julius.
- All right.

This is my big brother Dwayne.

This is my half-brother Derrick.

That's my cousin Troy.

You the guy that
tapped my Auntie Kara?

Cool, you brought
your entire family.

Yeah, man. You covering the
back room, too, right?

Oh, wait, now. You
fucked up my baby.

You fucked my mom.

Wait. Okay. Hold on. Hold on.

Yes. Yes, I did, okay?

Unknowingly, though. That's
the God's honest truth.

Look, we just left
your car there, man.

Someone must have come
along and fucked with it.

- Who's "we"?
- Me.

Some of the guys.

Look, they have a wonderful lunch buffet.
All right? All you can eat.

We can sit down, talk like men.

Nah. I ain't here
for the pot roast.

Hey, babe.

He's buying.

'Z0.

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

(MUTTERING)

Damn!

COme On in. (CLEARS THROAT)

- Try not to make a mess.
- Okay.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, so we give
the lawyer what?

20K, keep him quiet till we let
Jason handle that Dallas deal.

And if he's got more pictures?

Fifty grand should cover everything.
But other than that, that's it.

- No higher.
- Okay.

(LAUGHS)

Another fucked-up day
at Anderson Financial.

Would you rather be back at
the office crunching numbers

or out here in the real world?

We're taking care of shit,
we're putting out fires.

- We're paying people off.
-(LAUGHING) Yeah, exactly.

None of what you just
said was on the CPA exam.

Believe me, shakedowns like this
are an occupational hazard.

Uh-huh. Okay. Sounds
like someone got to you.

They did. At the U.

Oh, Jesus. Spencer Strasmore in college.
I just got the chills.

How'd it go down?

Me and a buddy were having
some beers at The Rat.

A lot of beers.

And some hickjust
kept jaw-jacking me,

getting in my face, talking
shit, wouldn't leave it alone.

We went outside, we
had a few more words.

I went home, slept it off.

The very next morning, he
shows up at my doorstep.

Shiner and a missing tooth.

Get the fuck out of here. He
knocked his own tooth out?

No, I beat the shit out of
him outside of The Rat.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh, okay. All right. You see,
you buried the lead there.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, put that shit away. Put it away.
Put it away.

I love my wife's body, but right
now all I can think about

is this big old juicy booty.

Oh, not you, ma'am.

(SIGHS)

I tell you, man, this ass
gonna be the death of me.

God is testing you. That's why
there's temptation in this world.

That's why He put Sammy
and Kara in our midst.

I'm convinced, man.

Believe me, you don't
wanna run in my world.

It's exhausting. Marriage
is a sacred thing.

All right? You gotta be strong.
Strong in the eyes of the Lord.

So, why did you give
Sammy my number?

Seemed like the thing to do.
I was drunk, you know.

And why bring me
to a strip club?

You wouldn't be sitting there
if you didn't want to.

Don't put that all on me.

- He's right.
- You feel me?

The other day, I drove
by my own house.

I saw Julie unloading
groceries in the driveway,

and I just kept going.

- What, to Sammy's?
- No, man. To a movie.

- Oh.
- The point is, Julie's my wife.

We coming up on eight years strong,
man, and I just blew right on past her.

Give me your phone. Give me the phone.
Come on.

- Give me the phone.
- You wanna see the picture?

No, I don't wanna see the picture, man.
What's the code?

7171.

"Lose this number."

Send. Done.

All right?

Yeah, man, but what
about the picture?

Delete it.

Man, it's just one
little picture.

Is there really any difference
between this and porn?

Huge difference. You can actually
fuck the girl in the photo, man.

(SCOFFS) I'm keeping it.

(DOG BARKING)

Mmm.

I don't know, I was expecting more
of a strip-mall vibe. You know?

Yeah, well, throw ivy on a
crack-house, it doesn't make it legit.

Smoke enough crack,
anything feels legit.

(LAUGHS) Hold on. Please, tell
me you haven't smoked crack.

(LAUGHS) on, my...

You seriously think
I might have...

- Have I ever...
- What you just said.

No. God.

Well, I mean, I didn't
know it was crack, so...

- Joe.
- What?

How the fuck do you
not know it's crack?

'Cause crack looks like
a lot of other stuff.

- Crack looks like fucking crack.
- You've never seen crack.

-(CELLPHONE RINGING)
- You don't want to tell me you smoked crack?

- It's Jason. It's Jason.
- All right, yeah. Take it. I'll be over here.

(LAUGHS)

All right, please tell me
something good, buddy.

Dallas hit pause
on Vernon's deal.

- Ah, sh“.
- They're saying cap issues,

but I have a feeling they got team security
looking into our new friend's Flickr account.

We gotta mop this
up fast, buddy.

We're here at the
attorney's now.

You know, this is why there's
a place in the world for you.

All right? No one cares about these
guys the way that you do, all right?

- Get in there, get it done, let's move on, yeah?
- All right, will do.

Jason, listen, I gotta
tell you something.

I miss the fuck out
of hitting people.

(CHUCKLES) Check that
temper, Strasmore.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

RICKY: I guess your...
(CLEARS THROAT)

I guess your brothers really like the club.
Nice way to bond.

You love the number 18.
I love the number 11.

Cool of you to
spring for it, Rick.

Yeah, I mean, it's a bit more than I
expected, but what the fuck, right?

What the fuck, man?

Look, I've gone
above and beyond.

Hey, bro. I need another stack.

(LAUGHS)

(ALONZO LAUGHS)

Oh!

(ALL CHEERING)

That's my little brother.

- I love him.
- What?

Look, I'm willing to let this
whole thing go, all right?

If you are.

Come on, baby. Check out my new G-Wagen.
The seats vibrate.

Hey, Julie. I stopped at
the store like you asked.

Got the all-natural dish soap. Friendly
to lakes and streams, like you like.

That's very important. Gotta
save the environment.

Yeah. Man.

(KISSES)

Who loves you?

You know, I see why you don't
like going back to the store.

Those lines are crazy.

(EXHALES)

Can't find a parking spot.
(GRUNTS)

It was store day for everybody.

(SIGHS)

Man, I can't believe FSU.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Bet you wish you would have changed
them batteries like I told you to.

Who is she?

That's my sponsorship
child from Guatemala.

Zashia. She gonna go to college.

Why are you sending this
trash to yourself, Charles?

(SIGHS)

Baby, this was somebody's
idea of a joke.

I'm not laughing.

Why you going through my
stuff in the first place?

I was sitting at that computer doing my
work when you emailed it to yourself.

It just popped UP-

Now, I'm gonna ask you
again, who is she?

It's just some girl
from Spencer's party.

Some jackass gave her my number.

She kept texting me. I told
her to leave me alone.

Clearly, 'cause I would hate to see the
picture she sent you if you hadn't.

(LAUGHS) Julie, this
isn't a big deal.

Some girl texted me and
I kept the picture.

I ain't called her, I didn't go over there.
I'm not sexting her.

And, really, what's
the difference

between looking at this
picture and looking at porn?

You can fuck the girl in
this picture, Charles.

I'm gonna stop asking
that question.

- What the...
- What? What?

(SNIFFS)

You got glitter on your face and
you smell like a strip club.

- Ricky needed a favor, so...
-(LAUGHS)

Ricky's involved. Why
am I not surprised?

I'm not about to sit around here

and watch you unravel now
that football is done.

- Oh, Julie...
- No, don't give me that look.

We both know it can happen.
It is never pretty.

This is one picture. This
is hardly unraveling.

One thread is all
it takes, Charles.

I'm not about to be one of those women
that sits at home, waiting on you,

making excuses for all
your bad behavior.

I'm not gonna be
like Tina and Bella.

- Baby, this ain't...
- Get away from me. Don't touch me.

- Maybe it's best if I ain't here right now.
- Really? Where you gonna go?

- I got plenty of places.
- Yeah, right.

- You on your own? Now that's a joke.
- Yeah, me, on my own.

Big Charles, Retirement Charles,
heading out into the world.

Watch out, Dunkin' Donuts.

That ain't cool, Julie.

I'm out of here.

- I'm leaving.
- Okay. Bye.

Shit.

-(FAINT MOANING)
-(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

ALONZO: Yeah, baby.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

-(WOMAN GIGGLES) I can't.
- Come on, baby.

(MOANING)

ALONZO'. Shh.

ls there a problem, Officer?

You wanna step out of
the car, lover boy?

- Fuck, man. This is some bullshit.
-(TURNS OFF RADIO)

This is what I needed today.

- I'm Alonzo Cooley.
- Excuse me.

- Hey, back up.
- Okay, okay.

- Ricky Jerret? Fucking A! (LAUGHS)
- Ricky?

What, is there a team
meeting going on in there?

Sorry to intrude, Officer.

Hey, hey, hey, you put that card away, man.
Lifelong cheesehead here, pal.

It was a total
pisser to lose you.

Thank you, sir. That's
kind of you to say.

Yeah, even though you screwed
me in fantasy last year.

You're like the fucking king of
getting tackled at the one-yard line.

That's my new teammate there.
Anything you can do?

Department's cracking down.

I won't tell a soul,
Officer, all right?

You'd be doing me a huge favor.

Young'un's a little misguided.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

All right, Ricky. For you, I'll
let it slide one last time, huh?

And I promise I'll get him a cab, Uber.
I'll get him home safely, I promise.

It's your lucky day, pal.
You got a real friend here.

Yo, Ricky, I think I'm
having a heart attack, man.

You just skated away from a
four-game suspension, at least.

Yo, thank you, Ricky.
Thank you, man.

You a fucking lifesaver, man.

We're teammates now, brothers-in-arms.
You'd do the same for me.

Yeah, man. I'm sorry
about the car.

Listen, that was all me, man. The other
fellas had nothing to do with it.

- Yeah, I had a feeling.
- But we cool on the number.

Shit, 18 all yours, baby.
It look good on you.

Nah, nah, you don't
have to do that.

But okay.

-(LAUGHING)
- All right? Listen to me. Look. Look, man.

- You got to smarten up, all right?
- Yeah.

Something like this can ruin
your career, all right?

Take food off your plate.

- You trying to eat, right? Right.
- Gotta eat, Rick.

Here on out, I'm walking a
straight fucking line, man.

- Straight and narrow.
- A straight fucking line, Ricky.

- Prove it, go ahead. Get out of here.
- All right.

Not what I meant.

MAN ON RADIO: Everything
under control there?

Yeah, we're good. Thanks.

(CHUCKLES)

- Thanks, Uncle Frank.
- Nah, nah, nah.

Anything for you and
Annabella, huh?

- You taking care of our girl?
- Absolutely. That's my queen.

Come on, new uniforms for the
department softball team.

- All right. For the team. For the team.
- There you go.

"King of getting tackled at
the one-yard line," my ass.

-(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
- Right? Check your fantasy league.

I'm sorry, but I had no clue that I had
the Spencer Strasmore on the phone.

- If I don't get an autograph for my nephew...
- Thank you.

...I'll never hear
the end of it.

It'll be a pleasure. No problem.

But first, we should take
care of a little business.

Yeah, of course.

So, you said you
had more pictures.

- My client does.
- Let's see 'em.

Looks like everybody had
a really good time.

This woman, is she your client?

Miss Angela Lee.

She's already got an arm's-length deal
in place with an online publication.

But against my counsel,

she's insisted that Vernon
have a chance to max the bid.

How much?

Half a million dollars.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Okay.

Half a million dollars for
pics of a defensive tackle?

- Get the fuck out of here.
- Okay.

- You're out of your fucking mind.
- All right, Max, we get it.

You're setting the
ceiling way up here

so we can settle somewhere
down around there.

We're just not gonna
play that game, okay?

So, I'm gonna write you a check
right now for 50 grand, all right?

(LAUGHS)

And that should take care of those pics and
any other ones she might have, all right?

The price is $500,000.

Hey, Vernon didn't
do anything wrong.

Yeah. He was getting
stoned, okay?

I mean, one way or
another, we all do it.

But not everybody gets caught
smoking an industrial-sized blunt

surrounded by naked cokeheads

at a party being hosted by
Anderson Financial, Joe.

All the while, he's trying to renegotiate his
multimillion-dollar deal with the Cowboys.

(CHUCKUNG)

So, Maximo wants
to play hardball.

Hey, the world's a
cynical place, Spencer.

I mean, Ms. Lee could spin
this any way she chooses to.

Clearly there was sex
and drugs involved.

I mean, who knows? Maybe there was
prostitutes and underage girls there, too.

(LAUGHS)

I feel like I really need
to take a fucking shower.

- How about you, Joe?
- I feel gross.

Plus, Anderson Financial
would not be pleased

knowing that this happened
at a party that they hosted.

That was a corporate event.

I know you don't wanna jeopardize
Vernon's job or your own

by not taking me seriously.

(CHUCKLES)

Maximo means business, boys.

My namesake was a commander in
the Cuban War of Independence.

His army lacked munitions, so
he invented the machete charge.

His troops would attack
the enemy with machetes,

hacking up anybody foolish
enough to challenge them,

forcing the rest to
retreat out of fear.

That's pretty much how
I like to operate.

Well, you better start
sharpening your machetes.

'Cause I never fucking retreat.

And that's how I
like to operate.

Half a million dollars.
Is she serious?

What kind of lying, thieving,
money-grubbing bitch

tries to shake down a
sweetheart like Vernon?

I know her, Joe.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

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