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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

So it is not an end
for our dear brother, Kisan.

Our dear son and nephew,
neighbor, friend and teammate Kisan.

The life of the spirit-eternal has
no four quarters or a halftime show.

It is a spirit that we can feel
and touch and speak to,

whenever we close our eyes

or feel the breeze,
or fumble, or triumph.

We must think of this
not as the end of a game,

but as the beginning of a new life.

For through him, our life
and our love is eternal

and everlasting.

Can I get an amen?

Amen!

- I'm climbing
- I'm climbing

- Higher mountains
- Higher mountains

- Trying to get home
- Trying to get home

- I'm climbing
- I'm climbing

- Higher mountains
- Higher mountains

- Trying to get home
- Trying to get home

- And I'm climbing
- Climbing

Climbing, climbing

- Every day
- Climbing

I hate fucking funerals.
I hate grieving.

- Higher mountains
- Higher mountains

You don't like to feel?

Actually, I don't feel anything.
That's the problem.

I'm the same way, brother.

It shows that we care.

- Flying higher
- Higher

Flying higher

- Flying higher
- Flying higher

- Flying higher
- Higher and higher

- Flying higher
- Yeah, higher

- Flying higher
- Higher and higher

- Flying higher
- Higher

- Flying higher
- Higher and higher

Flying higher

- Bossman.
- How was the service?

- It was intense.
- I remember the first guy I lost.

D-back with all the tools,
all set to be a star,

till he slid his car off the road.

Well, they feel like your kids,
but they aren't.

- So, the owners' meeting is tomorrow.
- And?

- I need to know where you stand.
- On my own two feet.

Eighteen games is gonna be good
for the players.

How would you know? You're not a player.

Neither are you anymore.

They're gonna get two more game checks,
and we're gonna expand the salary cap.

Yeah, you're gonna make a lot
more money for yourselves.

For everyone.

I'm a hard-ass, but I'm not heartless.

I'll let you know when I know.

Just remember, I might not be a player,
but I'm a players' owner.

Deacon Eller.

Spencer Strasmore.

I'd tell you to stop following me around
and dogging my footsteps,

but I heard you got yourself a team.

- Congratulations.
- I appreciate that.

You know, I'd love to have you
on the sidelines.

No, I'm too old and crusty
to be fooling around

with those young kids
with all that piss and vinegar.

- No, thank you.
- You sure?

If you change your mind,
I'd love to have you.

Appreciate.

- You waiting for somebody?
- Just a cab.

Legends don't take cabs.

I don't know about you,
but I'm feeling kind of fucked-up

that we didn't go
to Kisan's thing earlier.

I told you, I don't do funerals.
They freak me out.

Next one I go to is gonna be my own.

Better believe I'll be at that one.

Hey, man, don't bring
that shit up again, man.

- Okay.
- Hey.

Guess who's on the motherfucking
WAG shit list.

What'd you do?

My guess is,
she talking about you, nigga.

So I ran into a few of
the players' wives today at SoulCycle.

They snubbed me.

Told me to tell my husband he need
to be more careful with his words.

Bet it's good for your workout,
pedaling all mad and angry and shit.

You know what?

Seriously, Ricky, I'll put up
with whatever I have to put up with

if you're really committed,
but if this is some kind of sidepiece...

- I'm pretty good at it.
- "Pretty good"? This nigga's filthy.

Give me ten.

Well, why don't you use those big mouths
to help the players out,

instead of just tearing them down?

Shit gotta be funny, though.
We ain't doing edutainment.

Our show does need
to say something, though.

Don't overreach.
Stick to sex and money. That shit sells.

Well, you ass-backwards as usual,

but, you know,
you might be onto something.

I got an idea.
Yo, get Joe Krutel on the show.

Fuck that goofy white boy
gonna bring to the party?

- Trust me on this, bro.
- All right, man.

Domino, motherfucker.

Nigga, that ain't domino.

I called his office,
like, three times. It's getting absurd.

His assistant keeps saying
he doesn't know where he is,

but I know that fucker's there.

He's ducking me, hoping that
I'm gonna move on from Kamara.

That way he doesn't have
to take him my Godfather offer.

Isn't that an agent's job?
To take their clients offers?

Yep, but nobody does
what they're supposed to do.

- I do.
- Too bad nobody notices.

Look, I've been trying
to find the right time to tell you this.

I got another job offer.
From the Browns.

- You thought this was the right time?
- Are my instincts off?

I don't know, Benny. You tell me.

I got a wife I never see,
a hole in the offense.

Oh, I got a boss
who absolutely hates my guts,

and I'm $3 billion over budget
on the stadium!

All that, and I don't even got
my own deal locked up yet.

So maybe it ain't the right time!

Forget I said anything.

- Are you okay, boss?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Something I ate ain't sitting right,
I think. But look...

I can't feel my hands.
It's all right, though.

Kamara's gonna come through
and Julie and Kiki run

- the eight-gap blitz up the stadium.
- Boss, boss, you don't seem okay.

Oh, my God.

- I think I'm having a stroke.
- Jesus. Do you want me to call 911?

No! No. Nope.

Ain't gonna let Werner
witness me carted off

out of here like some kind of loser.

Drive myself.

You need to come on
Ricky's show with me today.

I prefer to lurk in the shadows.

It's safer there.

It's a good place to plug our shop.
Plus, I need the support.

I believe in you, maestro.

Besides, I just buried a 28-year-old,

and it's mine and Donna's
two-year anniversary tonight.

Oh, God, that sucks.

Not your anniversary, of course. Kisan.

God, two years, huh.

I can't believe it.
What's the world coming to?

Probably to an end,
'cause I'm not bringing a ring.

Well, at least Donna knows
what she wants,

and for some fucking reason that's you.

Yeah, yeah. I'm a lucky fuck.

I know Donna's amazing.
I just don't believe in marriage.

It's not the fucking Tooth Fairy.
It's a centuries-old institution.

It's an institution that doesn't work.

Look, I gotta go check in
on Kisan's family.

Do not embarrass us on the show.

Well, if you really
gave a shit about that,

you'd come on, wouldn't you? Goodbye.

Cute. You boys always do a little a.m.
relationship check-in before breakfast?

Yeah, I guess. Maybe.
So what? What's the matter with that?

Mmm.

You know, I never use the C-word
before I have my coffee.

"Commitment."

Oh!

Oh. Well, then, hey,
let's get you caffeinated. Huh?

Here you go. Three cups enough?

Oh. Joe, no. Um...

This isn't that,
if that's what you were thinking it is.

I should tell you... it isn't.

Yeah, no.

No, I wasn't thinking anything. Just...

I think this is fun.

I think you're a good dude,
solid zaddy vibes,

despite some borderline tendencies.

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, you know,
this is just a thing, not a thing.

- A thing, not a thing. Right.
- Yeah.

Glad we're on the same page.

- Yeah, me too. Me too. Totally.
- Okay.

Now, Spence, don't expect too much.

It's small, but I call it home.

You know I never judge a man
by the size of his house.

Well, says the man
who probably lives in a palace.

Hey, uh, you want a cold drink?

Yeah, I'd love one.

Take a peek in the fridge.
I'll take an orange drink.

How's your body feeling?

Just another long day after a long life.

I got the wear and tear
to prove it, buddy.

Yeah, I know you do. So do I.

I always meant to ask you, Deacon,

back in the day, who was
your toughest challenge?

John Hannah.

That fucking head slap of his...
My ears are still ringing, man.

Oh, he was a bitch.

Yeah, but I remember you tossing
him around like a little toddler.

I got news for you.

It wasn't my strength.
It was my fucking fear.

That's right. And what
you thought was fear was actually

your head trying to keep
your body alive.

Yeah.
I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess.

Yeah, you and me both.

Mmm-hmm.

It'll be interesting to see
how this plays out, buddy.

I've been thinking about that.

How do you want
this whole thing to end?

In a lot less pain
than it began, brother.

A lot less pain.

Greetings, Obi-Wan.

We are sitting here
holding our lightsabers,

eagerly awaiting you.

Mmm-mmm.

I am prepared to give you this check

for $2 million for your e-dreams.

That's it? Two million dollars?

Wait. This won't even cover
the franchise fee.

That's a half step in a two-step game.

- Maybe I'll finance it myself.
- No, you won't, mate.

I suggest you take it.

Signing players,
it's gonna be impossible.

Well, then you're gonna have to find
some diamonds in the rough, huh.

- You're still not a believer.
- Of course I am.

I'm very much a believer,

and my check is very much
a believer as well.

- You'll regret it.
- Is that a threat, Reggie?

It's conviction.

We will take your paltry
$2 million check.

Don't worry. I know where
to find some rough diamonds.

Fight breaks out in the middle lane,

and it is total carnage.

Them, in fact, losing this one outright.
The next is certain to fall.

The Hanson brothers
just cannot buy a win.

What a terrible look
for the three brothers.

They always start shit with me,
but in the end, I always fucking win.

Yeah, well, if you consider
being kicked out of the league

to live amidst cereal and masturbation,
then, yeah, you're a champion, mate.

Shit happens.
It doesn't mean I'm happy about it.

Listen, I'm here to offer you
a path back to glory.

- I'm listening.
- Squad up with us.

I'm a loner, Dottie, okay?
A rebel. I don't do teams anymore.

Seems like you don't do much
from the looks of it.

- You ripping on my lifestyle?
- If that's what you call it.

- Are you funded?
- Fully.

- Already?
- Vernon got deep pockets.

And you can get my ban lifted?

Yo, we can cover your fines in cash.

That's some flex.

Whatever you guys need, we got you.

"You guys"? Wait a second.

You're not talking
to my brothers, are you?

What? No. Maybe. Yes.

But listen, hear me out.

I know you're in some kind
of fraternal fatwa

with those guys,
and I know what it's like.

I once sold my brother's dog
for a bag of crack.

Turned out to be geodes
from the science museum.

Very valuable, not at all smokable.

But my point is this.
It's time for you to grow up.

- We're talking to your brothers as well.
- What'd they say?

They said they'll sit down
and talk about it if you will.

I don't fucking believe you.
It sounds sus.

- They said that?
- One hundred.

I'll get right to it, Charles.

I'm not one for bedside manner.

The scans are showing
you had two heart attacks.

- Two?
- Mild, but still heart attacks.

Excuse me, Doc. I didn't know
it was possible to have one,

let alone two heart attacks
and not even know it.

Well, think of your heart
like a fault line.

I'd rather not.

The big one could be
right around the bend.

You trying to scare me
straight or something?

Somebody needs to.
What's your diet like?

I don't remember. I lost my appetite.

- Stress?
- Yeah, yeah, there's some.

- This is definitely adding to it.
- Family life?

Bit lonely.
Wish they were here right now.

You're gonna be okay, Charles.

You're gonna need to take
a few months off.

Is that gonna be possible?

Can you say "awkward"?

I'm just thinking about
what you said this morning.

Just now?

Yeah, that's right, and before.
Kinda all day.

- So you've been obsessing?
- No. I don't know.

What qualifies as an obsession?

Look, you better get your shit together,
because Odell's coming any minute.

- "Odell"?
- Yeah.

You guys are on a first-name basis, huh?

- With every client we're partnered with.
- Yeah, okay.

- Joe, stop it. It's a bad look.
- Yeah.

Why is he coming in anyway? Huh?
Is he gonna fire us already?

OBJ. Good to see you.

- Love that outfit.
- Fuck off, Joe.

Okay.

You need to pay more attention
to your work and less on my 'fit.

There's no fucking progress reports,
not even a mood board.

You know I make one for every game?

- That's new information.
- We apologize.

Things have gotten a little delayed.

Listen, y'all,
my shit needs to run tight.

Absolutely.

That's why I was up all night
making this presentation.

Check this out.

Been burning the midnight oil
with the Starchitect and designers.

Shit looks good.

- Is that so fucking hard?
- We're just getting started.

You know what?

Why don't we order in,
talk about it over dinner?

- Yeah, let's do that.
- Yeah. I can make that. Sure.

Let's do it.

My dad always told me
in order to get what you want,

the first thing you need to do is ask.

It's simple, but essential.

Is this call gonna have a happy ending,

or do I have to hit
the Orchids of Asia Day Spa?

I'd steer clear of the human-trafficking
jokes if I were you.

You have the kind of face
that says "guilty as charged."

Damn straight I do,
and I don't apologize.

So what's this vote gonna cost me?

Depends. How badly do you want
that 18-game season?

All right, let's hear it.

Now, didn't I tell you
they weren't gonna show up?

Didn't I tell you?
My brothers' words are as good as shit.

Mate, they're, like, three minutes late.
That's 180 seconds.

Yeah, sucks to this shit. I'ma ghost.

- No.
- Okay, I'ma ghost.

No, don't ghost. He's ghosting.

- 'Sup?
- Hey.

- Yo.
- You two showed up together?

Saw him outside.

- You showed.
- Appears that way.

These guys are clowns, huh?

Yeah.

- Drink?
- Why not?

- Iced teas.
- Three lemons.

- You talk to Mom?
- Yeah, I talk to Mom. Why?

- She tell you something?
- I mean, this looks promising.

They're talking. That's a start.

You think I'm scared
to say shit to your face.

No, no, don't do this.

Don't put this on me, okay?

- Hey, ladies.
- What's up, boys?

I'm Lamar.

- Lavar.
- And I'm Lazar.

Let me guess. You're the youngest.
You're the oldest.

And you look like you didn't
get enough attention.

Keen insight.

Well, awareness is the key
to real wisdom.

Yeah, what's the key to making money?

All right, listen.

Y'all want something to drink?
We ordering right...

- What's up, bro?
- Oh, shit.

Wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- Wait a minute.
- That's my girl.

- You want these nerds to get stomped?
- No, this could be team-building.

Well, that's my little brother.

Who'd he hit? Who'd he hit?

Okay, they're doing okay.

Taking you outside.

- Yes. Bravo.
- Good, man?

We're good.

- Fight the power.
- Yeah.

Charles!

Benny, what the hell are you doing here?

Good news.

I just had two heart attacks,
so you gotta chill out,

otherwise the news
ain't gonna stay good.

Oh, God, that's terrible.

Yeah. Well, what's the good news?

Kamara is in.

What? Yes!

- Yes!
- Hey!

- Okay.
- Your heart, your heart.

Heart is good. What happened?

He fired his agent.

Next time I come by,
you gotta have my office set up.

Nice flatty, stripper poles.

Oh, yeah, don't forget the pics
of my mom and dad.

What a good son you are.

Thank you.
I never forget where I came from.

- Fo' sho. Miami Beach.
- Yeah, don't try so hard.

"Fo' sho." Come on.

- All right, well, we did it.
- Okay.

- Good.
- I'm just gonna...

Yeah, yeah.

- Look...
- Um, listen...

- Okay.
- No, you go.

I was just gonna say,
I don't want this to be uncomfortable.

For me or for you?

Yeah, I was talking about me,
for sure. But yes, yes.

I'm sorry for putting you
in this position.

Joe, I'm a big girl,
and I appreciate the apology,

but you didn't put me in any position
I didn't wanna be put in.

And don't make a joke.

I'm not gonna make a joke,
even if it writes itself.

I can think of five.

You're a good guy, Joe.

Uh, can I give you
some constructive criticism?

- Yeah, sure.
- Jealousy isn't cute.

In fact, it's a sign of weakness
and kind of just lame and gross.

- Noted.
- Come on, look around.

Self-esteem should not be
an issue of yours.

Oh. No, parents do that to you.
Yeah. Oh, they fucked me up, yeah.

Either way, underneath
a giant layer of insecurity,

you're a really brave, really solid guy.

But clearly, we're not a good fit,
so let's just get focused on the work

and do the best job we can
for OBJ and the others.

- Right.
- Okay?

Yeah, all right. Deal.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Should we shake on it or...
I don't know.

- High-five. Fist bump.
- High...

That was a lame pound.

- Just... I'll see you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

- Okay, bye.
- Yeah.

Cheers.

- What are you looking for?
- Nothing.

I'm just checking out
the fucking bubbles.

Is that a problem?

Thanks.

Hmm.

All right, y'all. The owners are voting
on an 18-game season tomorrow.

Are you nervous?

Oh, no. I'm just going through
a tough breakup. That's all.

And I'm building
a multimillion-dollar complex,

and I don't know anything
about construction, so...

Yeah, we're all going through something.
Chin up, buttercup. Let's go.

All right.

Eighteen games means two more
weeks throwing down with my boys.

- That's more hurt on the players.
- That's y'all's job, though, right?

- My man, what do you do?
- I sell phones, bro.

Now, that's cool, man.
That's a really good, honest job.

But what if I told you
you had to work more days?

- To get paid? I'd do it.
- Thought so.

Now what if I told you

that you're a coal miner
or a logger or an iron worker?

The more days you work, the more
at risk you are to lose, like, a leg

or fall into a hot cauldron.

I guess I wouldn't be down.

I mean, these guys,
they just working-class people

bringing their hard hats
to work every day, just like you.

- Thank y'all for listening.
- Joe!

We gonna hit y'all with the old-school,
the new-school, and the no-school takes.

Next up is financial guru
and Sports X CEO, Mr. Joe Krutel.

It's good to see you guys.

It's like a fucking
Jackson Browne concert in here.

- Jesus.
- Jackson who?

Come on, T. Diversify yourself.
Joe, you look good, man.

Tell the people why you're here.
What you been up to, man?

- Low-key dominating.
- Oh, word?

- "Low-key." Low-key.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's humble about it.

Yeah, my company, Sports X, is expanding
in every space that is a space.

Total and holistic.

Just signed up OBJ.
Maybe you heard of him.

OBJ? Name drop. Big money.

I guess that means my former agent
and your partner's working out.

Jason's doing great, yeah.
It's good to have him around.

He's working on all things
Patrick Mahomes right now.

That's the second name drop.

You just keep dropping them all.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, I'm sorry. Am I a distraction?

Is our relationship getting in the way
of your precious sports-radio time?

That is my partner
who is discussing the deal

that is gonna pay for our future.

- What future?
- Okay.

You know what, I know what this is.

I saw you digging through the tiramisu
like Indiana fucking Jones.

Listen, I...

I don't have a ring for you.

Who says I would even say yes now?

You're bluffing.

I don't even know if I wanna
get married, much less to you.

In fact, I don't even know
if this relationship works at all.

Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?

Let's get married.

- Fuck you.
- No, come on.

- I'm serious.
- You're serious?

I'm fucking serious.

I thought you don't believe in marriage.

I don't, and it's never gonna work.

I just don't have the energy
to fight it anymore.

So if it's gonna fail,
I want it to fail with you,

because I fucking love you.

You're a fucking maniac.

I'm your maniac.

Is the deal done?

- Tell us.
- It's a safe space here, man.

Okay, yeah, right. Okay.

This is what I'll tell you.
The deal's almost done.

It's gonna be
the biggest contract in history.

- Whoo!
- Ooh!

Number three,
people are gonna lose their shit.

Wow. We're going historical,
like you said.

So you saying is it, you know,
bigger than Danger-Russ?

- Bigger than Wince?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Actually, you know, the only reason
it wouldn't be bigger...

Oh, he's got the look in his eye.

- Oh, shit.
- He's got the look in his eye.

Break it down for us, brother.
The platform's yours. Break it down.

Spencer Strasmore is
a greedy fucking pig.

- Oh!
- Oh! He said it!

You heard it right here.
Joe Krutel said it.

Spencer, your boy.

Okay, since you're speaking freely,
my free brother, what do you think

Spencer thinks about
the new 18-game season?

I don't know how he feels.

- I'm players only.
- Oh, shit.

Get this man his honorary black card.

I've been waiting for my application
to be approved for a long time.

You deserve it, man.

Candace.

- Oh. Spencer. You ready?
- What for?

To officially become
part of the machine.

Well, in order to fix something broke,
you gotta get inside it.

Bossman told me
what your asking price was.

Lifetime healthcare. Ambitious.

Well, if you're not being ambitious,
then you're not trying.

- The man of the hour.
- Bossman.

Shall we get this over with?

- Y'all on the same page?
- As long as it's mine.

You know, I'd like
to address the owners first

before the healthcare vote.

In due time.

I'm sure they'll be happy
to hear from you. Now, let's begin.

There's been an ongoing dialogue
about schedule expansion.

In anticipation of the CBA,
it's time for clarity and a consensus

regarding an 18-game schedule.

Lose two worthless pre-season games

and add two more games to the schedule.

That's gonna antagonize the NFLPA.

- We'll make it part of a bigger package.
- That's a mistake.

All in favor of
an expanded schedule say "aye."

Aye.

Aye.

Well, there it is.

Congratulations to our fans.

- That's good.
- Shall we move on?

You have the floor.

We are the custodians of an institution.

We owe it to ourselves
to look out for that institution,

but that starts by looking out for
the people who actually play the game.

Now, our pension package
trails that of every pro sport.

And when you consider that
we're at $43,000 on average...

versus a $57,000 minimum with the NBA,

when our game is much more violent
and much more debilitating.

And trust me,
I know about that firsthand.

Jim Brown, Deacon Eller,

Dick Butkus and Earl Campbell,
they deserve better.

They've earned the right
to be treated right.

And there's no reason
why any of our NFL veterans

should ever go broke or die lonely
trying to pay medical bills.

We're the gold standard.
We should act like it,

and we should never let our game
or our NFL veterans down. Ever.

Thank you.

Your passion and dedication to
this issue is inspiring and infectious.

And we're all excited
to dive into this venture with you.

But after some thoughtful discussion,
we decided we're gonna make sure

we're doing this
the right way for the players.

That's gonna mean postponing this vote

until we have time to really do
the right amount of research

that this deserves.

That's it.
Thank you, gentlemen and ladies.

Meeting adjourned.

Open the fucking window.
You gave me your word.

- I told you I'd try, and I did.
- You used me.

Take care, Spencer.

You got a long season
to get your team ready for.

You know,
people don'tjust hand things over.

When they tell you no, you ask again.

When they still don't give it to you,
you just gotta fucking take it.

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no shh, no way
- No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem mandem afraid
- 'Fraid

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no shh, no way
- No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem mandem afraid
- Dem afraid

Muh, muh, muh

I came all dark, dark, no camouflage

Brodie got caught
with numerous photographs

All I see is writin' paragraphs

We only did it 'cause of circumstance

Me and bro twinnin', no coincidence

Money moves my attire

Make a billi' then retire

King Salieu, call me sire

Came out the dark, eclipse

Shh pn the side of the hip

Do it for the game, I'm tryna die rich

Money over hoes, I'm married to the liz'

Fool me once, you know what it is

No strike two, it don't work like that

What you know about rich?
You ain't done them tasks

B take bad men, they don't last

Bare cah all of dem phoney
Them boy clown

They ain't took them tours
They ain't took them rounds

They ain't took them rounds

They ain't took them rounds
Rounds, rounds

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no shh, no way
- No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem mandem afraid
- 'Fraid

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no shh, no way
- No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem mandem afraid
- Dem afraid

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no shh, no way
- No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem mandem afraid
- Dem afraid

Muh, muh, muh

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