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(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

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Who else is really trying to
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I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks
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And I wanna tell you something
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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)

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(DOOR OPENS)

Mr. Strasmore?

Welcome back. The doctor
will see you now.

-(SLAPS SEAT)
- Let's do it.

So, Doc, you're new.

I don't remember seeing
you last time I was here.

I'm one of the center's
board members, actually.

-12 years.
- Ah, that's impressive.

Still, don't you think I
should see Dr. Grodan,

considering he was the
one who suggested

I take all these tests
in the first place?

Dr. Grodan and his
wife are on safari.

(CHUCKLES) Good timing.

Okay, uh, this can wait.
Doc, this should wait.

I think it's best if I see...

I'm the in-house specialist
on neurological disorders.

I've treated hundreds of
athletes with brain injuries.

Waiting won't change
your results.

'Cause it's bad.

I knew it. It's
fucking football.

I mean, you tell somebody
to put a helmet on

and run headfirst into another
speeding object just like that

and of course this is what you... Who does
that for a living, let alone for fun?

It's fucking insanity. The
whole thing is insane.

You're fine, Mr. Strasmore.

- What do you mean?
- DOCTOR: No swelling.

No new blood, no old blood,
ventricles look healthy.

You have the normal, healthy
brain of a 39-year-old man.

So I pass?

Well, there's nothing wrong
with you neurologically,

butjudging on the symptoms in your file,
the problem is more likely psychological.

(LAUGHS) So. I pass.

It's not really a
pass/fail situation.

Thank you so much, Doc. Get in here.
(LAUGHING)

Okay, it doesn't change the
fact that you're still...

(SHUSHING)

(WHISPERS) Just let
me enjoy this moment.

(SINGING)

Sayin' it's gonna be all right

'Cause the players gonna
play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate,
hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby, I'm just gonna shake,
shake,shake,shake,shake

Shake it off, shake it off

Heartbreakers gonna break,
break, break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake,
fake, fake, fake, fake

Shake it off, shake it off

I never miss a beat

- I'm lightning on my
feet -...on my feet

And that's what
they don't see...

Ah, fuck it.

Mm-hmm

That's what they
don't see, mm-hmm...

(PHONE RINGING)

-(LAUGHS)
-(MUSIC STOPS)

Big V, what's up?

I'm stressed, Spence.

Feels like somebody
outside watchin' me.

Nobody's watching you, Vernon.

Could've swore I saw a dude
in my yard last night.

You didn't see a dude in your yard.
It's all in your mind, brother.

You get the pictures back from Mr.
Gomez yet?

They should be arriving today.

So you don't know for sure.

Look, we held up our end,
she's gonna hold up her end.

I should be workin' out, Spence,

instead of being
locked up in my crib.

Vernon, you are the hardest-working
player in the league.

Enjoy a couple of days off.
Lay low.

We're gonna have you packed for Dallas
with a brand-new contract in no time.

You awful cheerful today.
It's buggin' me out.

Trust me, stressing and
worrying about this shit

ain't gonna change
a thing, okay?

So put your mind at ease,

and I'm gonna call you
when the coast is clear.

All right, Spence.

(SINGING)

To the fella over there
with the hella bad hair

Won't you come on over, baby?
We could shake, shake, shake

ScarJo, Rihanna,

Lupita Nyong'o from
12 Years A Slave,

- Nia Long.
- Nia Long?

Oh, from Fresh Prince
of Bel-Air, Nia Long?

- Yeah.
- Oh, man, that's throwback.

Well, there's no
restrictions on a hit list.

That's the beauty of the game.

All right, well, who
rounds out your top five?

Hmm, it's gotta be Michelle.

The First Lady?

Power, beauty, style,
intelligence, and those arms.

Oh, my... All very
seductive qualities.

Man, you are fucked up.

- I'm fucked up?
- Yeah, you're fucked up.

- I'm fucked up?
- Extremely.

You're the one
making gift baskets

to hush up some girls that you
brought home from the club.

- It always worked for Jeter.
- You ain't Derek Jeter.

You ain't even Derek Fisher.

Those motherfuckers
got rings and class.

What, you sayin' I
ain't got class?

You got caught pounding
ass in a public restroom.

That's some A-Rod shit.

Man, why you always
bringing up old stuff, huh?

Kicking a brother
while he's down?

Look, you wanna win Bella back,

you're gonna have to
change up your whole act.

Do something bold.

I feel you, T.

And, honestly, I'm
tired of the lies.

I'm tired of the cheating.

All these gift
baskets, a funhouse.

All this crazy shit
I get myself into.

You know, it's time I step up. It's
time I start acting like a man.

It's time to take
your ass to Bulgari.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(IMITATES MOTOR)

JOE: (ON VIDEO) Boating, booze and boobs.
The holy trinity of fun.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD CHANTING) Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(CHANTING STOPS)

Fuckin' Photoshop.

Leave the room.

- What?
- You heard me.

- Mr. Anderson...
- You think this is funny.

Why don't you go back to your office
and have a nice big fucking laugh?

- I was only...
- Better yet, take the rest of the day off.

Go play some tennis,
work on your suntan.

Maybe tomorrow we'll
see you here.

Would you mind getting
the door, please?

This is the way you handle
yourself at business functions?

What can I say? I enjoy dancing at
weddings and bar mitzvahs and...

Corporate events.

It's a fucking fraternity party.

Mr. Anderson, these guys
play a very dangerous game

for your entertainment
every Sunday.

When they get a shot to
let loose, they go big.

Plus, we hooked four big
clients because of this party.

I don't care.

If it gets out that
Anderson Financial

is sponsoring drug-fueled
orgies on my yacht,

institutional clients
will jump ship.

It says in the email
that you gave this girl

150 grand?

Yeah, paid in full.

May I ask why didn't you deliver
it in person like she asked?

- Well, because she's fucking crazy.
- Ah.

She has been trying to shake
down Vernon Littelfield.

Now she's trying
to shake down me.

Trash like this is why I didn't
want you here in the first place.

- Joe mentioned that.
- Joe is a fucking idiot.

No, Joe's not a fucking idiot.

Joe hired me to bring in big money
players, protect the wealth,

and capitalize on the success
of men in a world that,

with all due respect, Mr. Anderson,
you don't know anything about

with the exception of when you
watch the RedZone Channel

on your very big
fuckin' flat screen.

"Monetize my friendships" is
what Joe's been preaching to me

from the moment I
walked in the door,

and I always thought that
that came directly from you.

Everything does.
Except the bad shit.

And this is bad shit.

This is the price you pay when you
want to do business in my world.

(LAUGHS)

Well, I'm not sure
that I want to pay it.

I don't need this
office, Spencer.

Just an excuse to get away from my
fucking wife a few days every month.

So, if you don't go and
see this girl in person

and get those pictures back,

I'm gonna shut the
whole operation down.

Did I say this before?

I didn't want you here
in the first place.

- JOE: Fuck Anderson.
- Fuck Angie.

Fuck his fucking yacht

and fuck his fucking company!

Fuck her fucking pictures.
Fuck her fucking emails.

10 years, man, I've been
fucking grinding away

for this arrogant douchebag
and he treats us like that?

(WHISPERS) We could
fucking bury him.

We could, we could, but
we won't go there.

Things are fucked-up
enough as it is.

I'm fucked!

We're fucked. We are fucked.

Why didn't you just
meet with Angie?

I'm calling her now.

It's already over, man.

Vernon's new contract's
off the table.

Anderson's not gonna
trust us again.

(SIGHS)

We should bounce.

Start our own fucking shop.

I'm fucking over this shit.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

ANGELA: Hi, you've
reached Angela.

I'm either busy or avoiding you.

You be the judge.

Dolphins tackle Nick Kovach
will undergo surgery today

to stabilize the
vertebrae in his back.

Kovach slipped and
fell off his deck

while chasing his Pomeranian.

The Dolphins will look to
replace the two-time Pro Bowler

before the start
of training camp.

MAN 1: Give me the keys.
MAN 2: I don't have 'em.

MAN 1: Well, who does?
MAN 2: Bob does.

MAN 1: What about the spares?
MAN 3: Those were the spares.

Dipshit number two lost the
originals when he parked the truck.

What's the problem, guys?
We got customers waiting.

Look, I gotta get this
model off the floor,

the new one on display, and
these two knobs lost the keys.

- All right, well, let's push it.
- That thing weighs two tons.

- It'll be easy, come on.
- Then move it yourself, big man.

I got a Bennie says he can't.

Oh, shit. I'll match that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys.

Uh, customers are watching.

Hundred says he moves it.

Buck-fifty says he can't.

(CHUCKLES) Okay, Charles.
Time to shine.

- Put this bitch in neutral and get out the way.
-(WHOOPING)

- We're on!
- All right!

Now, you can give me a
hard count, on two.

Right.

Set.

42 split.

Omaha!

Hey, man, count it off already.

Right. Hut-hut!

(GRUNTING)

Come on. Come on!

(CROWD CHEERING)

- Come on, come on!
- You can do it, you can do it!

(GROWLING)

Huh? Huh?

- MAN: That's the guy.
- Yeah! Yeah!

MAN: That's the guy. I told you.

(GROWLING)

Double or nothing.

You can't get the
SUV up the ramp.

Oh, you want to challenge
a brother now?

Put your money where
your mouth is, slick.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

- No way you're driving this thing.
-(LAUGHS)

And you know your ass can't see.

I can't see shit! Damn.

And I'm gonna get a new color.

If I get a new one,
I'll get a new color.

Look at that. Look
at this piece.

"What's the time?" "Who gives a fuck?
I'm rich."

T, will you chill out?
Straighten up, man.

- We're here for Bella.
- My bad.

- Bella is your wife?
- Uh, no, my girl.

Must be a very special girl.

- How long have you been together?
- Six years. A few breaks.

- A lot of time on the road.
- A lot of temptation.

Remember the honey from
Hotlanta, from the Pink Pony?

Yeah, she was, uh...

She was earning money for
her graduate degree.

Geopolitics.

What about the girl from
KC with the natties?

She was about 6'1",
straight-up corn-fed.

You gotta understand, uh, Bella
and I, we got an open thing.

Let's not forget about
your teammate's mother.

Sexual rock bottom right there.

We'd better head
to the VIP room.

Bust out the heavy artillery.

- This way, gentlemen.
- Thank you.

(CROWD CHANTING) Charles,
Charles, Charles!

(GRUNTING)

"Gm!

MAN: All right, 10 more feet.
10 more feet.

(GRUNTING)

(CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

(SHOUTING)

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

RICKY: You know, it feels like
she's about to read my fortune.

She about to take your fortune.

Bella's worth every penny.

(WHISTLES)

WOMAN: Anything to
your liking, sir?

- I like 'em all.
-(TTD CHUCKLES)

This one.

It's beautiful.

But... But, no. Okay.

- Or this one?
- If that's her style.

- This one should do it, then.
- All right.

- How much this gonna cost?
-$400,000.

TTD: (SHOUTING) What the fuck?
How much did you say?

That beef Wellington was unreal.

Thank you so much.
Glad you loved it.

Oh, my God.

I mean, seriously, you should ditch
the whole financial advisor thing

and become a celebrity chef.

You know, that option is
actually on the table.

No shit. Your client list
is taking a pounding.

I know.

- But I have to tell you...
- Mmm-hmm.

Vernon, hands down one of the
sweetest guys I've ever interviewed.

Yeah, he is.

I mean, when you said
he was having problems,

- I just assumed they were financial.
- They are financial.

I just paid Angela $150,000 for
the entire package of photos.

Otherwise she was gonna go
sell them to somebody else.

-150?
-$150,000.

Wow, Deadspin wouldn't
pay half of that,

and they eat that shit
up with a serving spoon.

That's 'cause it's personal.

Between me and her.

- Ah.
- Yeah.

Of course it is.

I mean, why else would she insist
on having a meeting with you?

Well, it's not to give me
my favorite T-shirt back.

Mmm.

She knows how to
push my buttons.

Not only the good ones.

So, when was this epic
romance with Angela?

Ah, couple of years ago.

Lasted maybe six months.

- We had fun.
- Fun for you or fun for you both?

'Cause, you know,
there's a difference.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

(SPENCER SIGHS)

Season started and I
was on the road a lot.

- Then it ended. That's it.
- Mmm.

Well, hell hath no fury
like a stripper scorned.

She was a go-go dancer.
She... Go-go.

Right, there's... There's
a huge difference.

Okay, so this Angela
chick, you gaslighted her?

I have no idea what that means.

It means you string her along,

make her feel really special,

and then you slowly
drive her nuts

by walling off your
emotions and avoiding her.

Wow. Like you did to me.

Still stings, doesn't it?

Yeah, a little bit. Little bit.

Spence, listen.

You cannot go into this meeting
with a head full of steam, okay?

This chick is clearly trying
to turn the tables on you,

but you are a different man now.

And I never thought
I would say that.

But you have made me a believer.

What?

You have actually changed.

Someone's been drinking
the Strasmore Kool-Aid.

I have.

You know what?

Fuck Angela for
using the old you

as an excuse to do a really
fucking shitty thing.

Spence, you just need to go
there, see her, face the music,

and pray to God she doesn't come
at you with a fucking knife.

(CHUCKLES)

_QkaY- _QkaY-

(I DON'T GIVE A FUCC PLAYING)

(PHONE CHIMING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Victor, my man. Que' pasa?

Nothing much, Joe. Just chilin'.

It ain't tax day, is it?

JOE: No, no, not even close,
but there are a couple things

that I want to review with
you while you're in town.

Oh, okay. I'm listening.
What's up?

It's better if we
do it in person.

Now's not a good time, Joe.

I head out to training
camp this afternoon.

Well, then, I'll come
to you right now.

(MAN GROANS)

Uh, now's really
not a good time.

Victor, if you're standing
over a dead prostitute,

I will help you hide the body.

You got a sick mind,
Joe, you know that?

(LAUGHS)

I just need five minutes, man.

(SIGHS)

CHARLES: Damn, you got a
magic hook or something?

Patience is all a good
fisherman requires.

I see Ricky's been putting
that to the test.

Pulled his ass out the fire
with that Glazer interview.

Ah, Strasmore special.

We got fans calling asking
for number 18 jerseys

with "Fuck you,
Dad" on the back.

Magic City loves him.

Yeah, well, what he lacks in
grace, he recoups with style.

- He's on the path now, though.
- Mmm-hmm.

I've been helping
him hit the books.

Come game day, he'll
be dialed in.

Okay.

- So, uh...
- You heard we lost Kovach.

Yes, sir, I did.

You're here to take his job?

If I don't, somebody else will.

A lot of guys come back simply 'cause
they got nothing else better to do.

But if you play this game
for the wrong reasons,

it gets dangerous real fast.

- People get hurt.
-(SIGHS)

Well, I want to compete, Mr.
Siefert.

I want to help y'all
win ball games.

Most importantly, I want to hit
somebody in the motherfuckin' mouth.

(MAN GROANING)

Hey, thanks for seeing me, Vic.

No problem, Joe. It
sounded urgent, though.

My bread is safe, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, no.

Nothing to worry about.
Growing every day.

This, uh... This visit's...

It's of a more
interpersonal nature.

I feel like our partnership, though
brief, has been fruitful, right?

You've been good to me, Joe.

That's right. I have, I have.

And I want to
continue that trend.

- So, what's the problem?
- JOE: No problem.

No problem at all. I was just
thinking, hypothetically...

MAN: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Vic, this guy using a lot of big words, man.
- I know, man.

Joe, if you got something to
say to me, just spit it out.

Okay, okay. All right.
I'm sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Here it is.

I've been with
Anderson a long time.

Worked my fuckin' ass off.

Powered through some dark days.

And I've forged a new path
towards the company's future.

The problem is, the head honcho
doesn't seem to appreciate that.

I'd prefer to be
somewhere he does.

I'd feel the same way if the
Giants didn't show me the love.

- So, if I left Anderson...
- Hypothetically.

Hypothetically.

Would you stick with me?

Is Spencer Strasmore a part of
this hypothetical situation?

I can't say for sure.

Listen, Joe. I like you, man.

You're a good dude. You've already
made me a whole lot of paper.

-(MAN GROANS)
- So if you were to leave Anderson,

- I'd rock with you.
- Yes!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

VICTOR: There's just one
last thing, though.

Yeah. What? Anything.

Just something to make sure that
you're committed to me long-term.

Absolutely, absolutely.

I swear on my life, Victor Cruz!

(LAUGHING)

Oh, but I'm guessing
that's not enough, right?

BELLA: Hey, you.

Lilies and roses, your favorite.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Look, Bella, I'm sorry
I lost my head, okay?

I'm sorry for everything.

I keep repeating my mistakes,
but I'm trying to change.

Trying to do things different.

(LAUGHS)

Wow.

Ricky, you can't be serious.

Seven-karat serious.

You like it? Look at that.

What you think?

You really believe you're
ready for marriage?

'Cause after all, I mean, you know
this is an engagement ring, right?

Well...

'Cause I know you don't
think I'm so stupid

to where I would just accept
a bullshit apology ring.

- No, baby, 'cause this is what...
- No, you listen to me.

There is no ring,
no house, no car,

not even the Hope fucking
Diamond can buy my forgiveness.

Baby, that's a $400,000 ring!

Kobe spent four million,
you delusional prick!

He makes more than me!

Baby, come back!

Baby! Baby, come back!

Baby, come back!

I got it, I got it, I got it.

Baby! Baby! Baby!

We can get married
if you want to!

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(MUSIC PLAYING)

Do you mind if I sit or are
you expecting someone else?

No, please do.

- BARTENDER: Here's your G&T, Angie.
- Thank you, Tommy.

Hope I'm not cramping
your style again.

- What do you mean?
- At your big party.

You looked through me
like I wasn't even there.

Angie, come on. I had a
lot going on that night.

Really?

Okay, I'm sorry.

- Is that what you wanted to hear?
- No.

What I wanted was to see your
face when you handed me my money.

And you denied me that,

so I'm taking my
product elsewhere.

Angie, you can't do this.
Don't do that.

Yeah, I'm doing that.

Look, if this gets out,
Vernon is gonna be ruined.

Oh, poor baby doesn't get his
multimillion-dollar deal with the Cowboys.

Boo-fucking-hoo.

Why are you even
dragging him into this?

If you needed money, why
didn't you just come to me?

Don't pretend you care, Spencer.

I'm not one of your clients.

I'm just another chick at the party
you guys pass around for kicks.

When did I ever pass you around?

- You're part of it.
- Part of what?

The boys' club, your
little fucking wolf packs.

Whether or not you choose
to admit it, it's true.

- I treated you right.
- Really?

Yeah, we had good times.

During all those good times,

did we ever have a conversation
beyond how good I look,

if I want another drink, or
where I want to hang out?

We talked about a lot of stuff.

Your job, your modeling. We
talked about your pottery.

I'm a 31-year-old
concierge clerk

who spends her nights
shaking her ass at Liv

and her mornings trying
to earn a degree,

all while raising a son.

Did you ever know any
of those things?

I knew about the Liv thing.

But when did you have a kid?

- Are you scared he's yours?
- Is he?

Is that what this is all about?

(LAUGHS) God, it'd be so easy
to fuck with you right now

and say that he is.

So he's not.

You must be relieved.

Angie, look, I'm really sorry

that you feel passed around.

Okay? I'm sorry that you're having
a tough time making ends meet.

And I'm really fucking sorry that
I ditched you the way I did.

I was a fucking asshole and I did a lot
of shitty things that I'm not proud of.

But Vernon's a good kid, and
if these pictures get out,

not only is his contract
gonna get killed,

but whatever little
innocence he has left

is gonna get completely
fucking destroyed.

And whatever I gotta do to
protect that, I'll do it.

See? That wasn't so difficult.

Your level of sincerity
was pitch-perfect.

I'll take that check now.

Here they are, okay?

Every photo of Vernon and a
couple good ones of you.

Thank you.

You still a tequila man?

Tommy, two tequilas, please.
For old times' sake.

(BIG BIRD PLAYING)

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

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