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♪ Work for that money

♪ Get that money for the work

♪ When I'm ready, I'm-a land

♪ I'll be endin' them

- Jamison.

Jamison!

♪ Hit another flow

- ♪ Shine so bright... - What's up!

My fault, Zeke.

Was I too loud?

No, you were too long. Look,

coaches are arriving soon. It's time to go.

You're flying into West Georgia Regional,

and I reserved you a pickup truck.

A pickup? I told you a Benz.

Yes, but this is the South. A truck?

A truck says, "Honey, I know the rules and I play by them."

Hmm. Okay. I see you, baby boss.

All right, but next time, Benz means Benz.

- Now say it with me. -Benz means Benz.

Mm-hmm.

You been at it for five hours, Jay.

Yeah, you just as hungry as you was in high school.

I try, man.

I used to be that hungry.

Yeah.

No offense, Zeke, but you don't look like

you been that hungry in a minute, bro.

- Oh, well, you got jokes.

Look, on the real,

training camp's starting soon,

it's the last day I can let you in.

- Come on, man. - Gotta find a new gym.

What--what if I come midnight to three?

No can do. I need this job.

No, I--I appreciate it.

Thank you.

Bye, Zeke.

Oh, and your Mack Attack Study Sack.

In there there's a tablet

with videos, all things Keith Kincaid

from his Pop Warner days to his fishing trips

to his first birthday party.

As well as a sports drink mock-up

and peanut butter logs. Homemade.

Flight time is approximately four hours,

which means we've got plenty of time

- to go over your pitch. - "We"?

No, no, no, see, me is going to Georgia.

You are staying right here.

No...why?

The White Party is not gonna plan itself, right?

Okay. Now pick up my dry cleaning

and don't forget Malik's signed jerseys.

Oh, and I need you to clean and organize

all of my earrings.

Organize? How, by hoops and dangles?

Alphabetical.

Diamond, gold, and platinum.

Now handle your business, New School,

so you can handle mine.

You know, I'd do a better job of handling yours

if I was going with you.

Hmm. Okay.

There are two emergency exits on this plane,

so please take a moment to locate them

and then get the hell off of my aircraft.

Take your ass to work. Thank you!

For not flying Tasha Mack Airlines.

Bye bye. Have a nice day!

Don't get nothing on you, girl.

♪ I see her

♪ She came with her ...

- It's tilted. - Really?

Y'all think it's tilted?

Yeah, I think it's tilted.

I think he's tilted.

Where'd he learn to do all that handyman shit, anyway?

Oh, it's definitely tilted.

But you get what you pay for.

Thank you, Miss Brittany.

It's a smidge to the left.

Is that better?

Perfect.

Malik, I got the jerseys,

and now I'm off to clean ear wax

off your mother's diamond studs.

- Ah. Earring duty. - Mm.

- Yeah. - Yo, good luck with that.

Good luck with, um,

whatever this is.

So, Malik, I cut the yard,

fixed the door,

the TV is perfect. Anything else?

Nah, just take care of them boxes

and you're good to go, bruh.

Yes, sir.

Hey, look, man.

I really appreciate this.

With the extra cash, I can finally join a gym.

I can train with a position coach.

Well, dawg, don't thank me. Thank my moms.

It was her idea.

Too much testosterone makes me nervous.

Yo, Malik, hit that volume.

It's Emmanuel Acho. I think he talking you up.

...and I gotta be honest:

Malik Wright is an embarrassment.

Players don't get ownership chances like this often.

And when they do, it's Malik Wright?

A paraplegic-punching, womanizing,

immature playboy?

Playboy? Who the hell you calling a playboy?

Hear me when I say this:

this experiment is guaranteed

to humiliate Black folks everywhere.

Is this really the face you want of Black ownership?

My answer? An emphatic, resounding,

unapologetic no.

And don't tweet at me, don't DM me,

-don't text me. - Fuck you!

-Oh, my gosh. -I said what I said.

We'll be back onToday in Sports.

Glad we got that extended warranty.

Bitch-ass.

♪ You tell me, take it easy

♪ Day by day

Can you believe this?

I'm nothing more than a glorified errand girl.

Wish I could be a shoulder to cry on.

I just have to focus on this showcase--

I mean, like, yes, I messed up, okay?

But I still have a lot to offer, right?

But how do you explain that to Tasha Mack?

♪ You need Tasha Mack

♪ Or she'll fire you

♪ You need Tasha Mack

♪ Or we ain't got food

- So annoying.

See, Kate, I'm changing the game, okay?

So Mogulmagazine has got to rank me higher

than 14 this year.

All right, y'all got Oprah at number one?

You need to compare those résumés,

'cause Tasha Mack whoops Oprah Winfrey's ass

all day long and then twice on Sundays.

Well, it sounds like you're intent on reaching

the top of our 100 Most Powerful Women's issue,

and frankly, a little obsessed with Oprah.

Don't confuse obsession with inspiration, okay?

And my inspiration is going down this year.

- Garret. - Yo.

A lion don't smash the same lion

his whole damn life, so why the hell should I?

That wasn't the subtext of the podcast.

Oh, well, what was the subtext of the podcast, Idris Elbow?

It was about abstaining from sex.

Or any ejaculation, for that matter.

- Hmm. - Have you seriously

never heard of No Nut November?

- No Nut what? - November.

Why would anybody intentionally abstain

from the most pleasurable act in existence?

That's why God made women,

and He wanted them to have fun, too,

so he created me.

Because they want emotional clarity,

willpower, intellect.

MALIK: Blue balls?

You talkin' about No Nut November?

- Oh! Not you too, man! - Yes.

It's a thing. It's a thing.

It's not even November.

- Oh, it's here. - Wh-What is?

Well, you said you hated your furniture,

so I ordered a few pieces to, you know,

828 Style this place up.

- Surprise. - Oh!

My stuff is kinda old.

I'm pretty sure my grandma invented sex on that couch.

Ew.

- Abuelita. - So...

- how should we arrange it? - I would love to,

I just--I really have to finish this song.

But I trust you. Just make it your home.

This is Brittany.

Name another Black person, all right,

that has signed a number one

overall drafted white quarterback.

You can't!

All right, this my Jackie Robinson moment, girl.

So you're saying that you've officially signed Keith Kincaid,

a player that many are calling the next Peyton Manning,

and I can quote you?

Hell, you can chisel it on Mount Rushmore.

I might be the first Black person there, too.

- Okay?

Oh, excuse me, Kate.

I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

- This better be good. -Tasha,

Keith Kincaid called.

He's canceling his meeting.

He's signing with somebody else.

The hell he is. Okay, look.

Don't nobody cancel on Tasha Mack.

I need you to get me his address, okay?

- I'm on it. - Thank you.

Hey. I'm sorry, Kate. Now where were we?

You were channeling Jackie Robinson,

and I was just about to quote you.

You know, we just might want to put that on ice

for a minute, okay? But, uh,

the Tasha Mack Agency will be singing Keith Kincaid.

My career highlights to get into Baltimore:

I had five sacks, ten tackles,

- and an interception. - Oh.

And you think that's because you were backed up.

Hmm?

"No Nut November:

How I Took My Life Back in 30 Days"?

What else you got up in that hobo sack? A Walkman?

An MC Hammer cassette tape? Huh?

Just remember: The squirrel with no nuts

climbs a tree faster than his enemies.

Ah! Well, the squirrel with no nuts is stupid.

And eventually he gonna starve to death.

Whoo! All right.

Oh, yeah, uh, I regripped all your clubs.

Ah, familiar with the gentleman's game, eh?

Oh, yes, sir. I played back in high school.

Back-to-back state champs.

Oh, you might want to join us at the Owner's Open.

Might learn something watching me

chop it up with the one-percenters, huh?

Might also not.

No, I would definitely love to,

but I can't wear this.

You don't have to wear that, man.

I got something for you. And listen,

if you come, you better be a fly on the wall.

I don't want to hear a peep out of you, bruh,

and don't you bring your ass down there

- and embarrass me, okay? - Yes, sir.

All right, man.

Boom! That's what I'm talking 'bout,

and I nutted this morning for breakfast.

I call it Jizzing in July.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Huh? You like that?

Thank you.

Hey, girl.

What the hell did you do?

You know, I thought I'd 828 Style the whole place up.

Girl, look.

See the color scheme? You see?

It's the whole seaside vibe that you love!

Yeah. Where's my stuff? My coffee table?

That old foot locker you said

you would get rid of since college?

Girl, don't worry.

The mission needed that stuff way more than we did.

You donated my stuff to the mission.

Yeah.

I gotta get my trunk.

Raquel...wait.

I'm telling you, that vintage Rolie,

that's the way to go.

- Oh ho! - Ho, ho, ho!

MAN ON PA: Playing in Group Three,

-Colonel Ulysses Thatcher...

Mr. Garret Evans, Mr. Trey Smith,

and Mr. El "Dee-bar-gee" Wright.

El DeBarge, man! Like the singer!

Malik, they didn't call my name on the list.

Yeah. That's 'cause you're not playing.

Hey, fellas...

Y'all remember Jamison. He's my caddie.

You gentlemen didn't bring caddies?

Mine couldn't make it. He got stuck in 1965.

Why would you bring me if I'm not playing?

Relax, "Beggar" Vance. Listen, you got one job today

and that's to make me look good, all right?

Easy money.

- Easy money. - Easy money.

Where is he? Where is he?

Aha!

There's my white whale right there.

Oh, I see you.

Miss? What happened to the stuff inside the trunk?

Raquel? What the hell was in that trunk?

A yo-yo.

A yo-yo?

Raq, I will give you $100 Cash App

so you can have a trunk full of yo-yos.

Wow, you really think money fixes everything.

No, just everything yo-yo-related.

And why wouldn't you? If my parents bought me

something shiny or new every time I lost something,

that would make me a narcissist, too.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry I threw your things away,

but, Raquel, it is a yo-yo.

A yo-yo my mom gave to me, that means everything?

Don't you have anything in your life

that you would do whatever to protect it?

Of course not.

How could you when you're constantly running away

from everyone and everything that even tries to come close?

Not right now, Mom.

Exactly.

What do you say we make this interesting?

Oh, easy, Malik. I smell a setup.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm all about

making things interesting, Colonel.

Let's, uh-- let's go with 5 Gs a hole.

Well, that's interesting for a player.

Owners play for 100 grand a hole.

Oh, shit. Oh, you wanna make it real interesting? Okay.

Okay, let's do it.

- Mm-hmm.

Cash transfers only, son.

- Get your popcorn ready. -Ha!

Popcorn's already ready.

Been popped.

It's gonna be an interesting day, Malik.

Yep.

That's $1.8 million.

Keith Kincaid!

Tasha Mack. We need to talk.

I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing, Ms. Mack,

but, like I'd already told your office,

- I'm done taking meetings. - Okay, no offense, but

I didn't fly four hours and drive my Black ass

all the way through Klan country

to take no for an answer.

Look, I understand, and I respect your hustle, ma'am,

but my mind is made up.

Oh, I respect that you're calling me "ma'am," son.

But I'm not going anywhere

until I get that meeting you promised me.

All right, well, if you're staying,

go ahead and grab yourself a bucket.

Rosie ain't gonna milk herself.

You expect me to milk a cow?

Oh, no, ma'am. No, I expect you

to get back in your little rented pickup right there

and then you can fly back to

wherever it is you flew in from.

Give me that damn bucket.

Rosie? Come on, heifer.

Aah!

You see it?

So, Garret.

What do you do with all that money I'm paying you?

Well,

I've bought a fair amount of zero-coupon bonds

to set aside for my nieces and nephews

to attend university.

You don't seem like a guy to invest in zero bonds.

I take risks on commodities that become more valuable

as they mature, Colonel.

Yeah, the market's on fire right now.

Oh, as in burning down.

It plummeted 300 points, which means it's time to buy.

Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm saying.

It's time to buy.

- Real estate. - Real estate.

Good call. I'll double my profit this year

with the Fury and dump a big chunk of that into real estate.

Well, that's quite a chunk, Colonel,

considering you did 2.5 billion last year.

I mean, if you believe "Forbes," that is.

- You're a subscriber, right? - Yeah, yeah.

Well, listen, I bought up Bitcoin.

It's the money of the future, am I right?

Oh, you really shouldn't deal in volatility, Malik.

Listen to him, Malik.

Garret knows what he's talking about.

- Hey, Malik. - Oh.

I found your balls.

What?

Got the genes of a pro athlete.

What'd you expect?

Is it-- what is that? What is that?

Oh!

Steady on, Malik.

How much are you down to the Colonel already?

He's down 300K.

That's a whole house, where I'm from.

Bruh, owners don't have losses. We have write-offs.

Right, but if you actually want to win this hole,

you might want to use an iron.

Dawg, I'm trying to be aggressive.

I'm down a whole house.

Yes, a cheap, broke-down-ass house,

but it's still a house.

Remember the Dallas playoff?

When you could've scrambled, but you checked down

to the running back and got the first down?

And the next play, you won the game?

Yeah.

So put the driver down,

use an iron.

You better be right.

Trust me, just try it out.

Okay?!

- Ha! - Bollocks!

- Whoo!

That's what I'm talking about, man, yeah.

I can't believe it! Where is my shit?

Look, I'm sorry. Okay, I--really, I didn't know--

- Stop. - I didn't know!

Brit, you know, we didn't have a lot when we were growing up.

Always moving, always leaving something behind.

But my mom always made sure I had that stupid toy.

She said it represented her love for me.

In life I may have highs and lows, ups and downs,

but she'll always be there to...

to catch me when I bounce back.

Like a yo-yo.

I know it's stupid.

No.

I envy you, 'cause I don't have

a single possession I would do a dumpster dive for.

You're dumpster diving now.

'Cause you're my yo-yo.

Give me a hug, you little ashy-ass.

Oh, you want a hug from a narcissist?

I--I'm--I'm sorry I called you that.

Even though that's what you are,

I think we should chill out on the name calling.

Son of a bitch.

- Excuse me? - No, no, look.

Oh, son of a bitch!

Hey, hey.

Raquel. Raquel! Come here.

Soo-ey!

Soo-ey! Come here, little piggy!

Soo-ey!

- All right. Hold that. - Whoa, whoa.

What's wrong? Hold it.

Aah! Soo-ey!

Now, where in the world did you learn to call hogs?

That's how I scared the owners

into giving me what I want.

Gotcha. Well, you also scared off the pigs.

No. Come on.

The day's still young. Let's go.

- ♪ I'll make a bet with you

♪ But give the devil his due

Ah, yeah! Say "new money."

Soo-ey! Ooh.

Okay. All right, all right, all right.

Soo-ey!

Ha! Oh, you better watch them forks.

- Okay. Ha-ha!

Not bad!

You got some Kahlua?

"New money." There you go. Say it.

- New money. New money. New money. - That's it. That's it.

♪ And if you win you get

Hey.

Figured these might help.

Really?

Took your ass long enough.

You know, uh, we need to have a sit-down,

'cause we haven't talked one bit of business.

Not until we've picked the corn.

Oh, hell no. See, Black folk,

we don't pick nothing that start with a "C."

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Not even a little bit of cannabis?

Fellas, consider this a pre-victory celebration.

That's very gracious, but I think you should've let

Garret buy, since he just agreed

to a massive new contract.

Yes. But I haven't signed it yet,

and likely never will.

What are you talking about?

We have a deal.

You had a deal with Tasha,

and she's not here. I am.

We spent five years in St. Louis,

and you never once asked me to golf.

Anything to close the deal, eh?

You sure you want to play it this way?

I took you for a smart fella.

You're pretty smart yourself, Colonel,

making half a billion this year, off our backs.

That should make my demand easy.

I want to be the highest-paid defensive player...ever.

Give me a minute, dawg.

Colonel.

Owner to owner,

a defensive back will never be paid

as much as a franchise quarterback.

I say we sit his ass.

- Really? - Yeah. Oh, really.

He's our biggest ticket draw.

He's got the third best-selling jersey in the league,

and by himself, he's responsible

for 2.3 victories a season,

which means last year we wouldn't have

made the playoffs, and the year before,

we wouldn't have won the championships,

which let me move the team to Vegas

and double the value of my franchise.

But you would sit him.

Look, there he is. There he is.

Little man with the yo-yo, how much?

Ew! Y'all smell like toilet shit.

You know what? I'm-a take it.

Look, hey, hey. Came out of the same dumpster as you.

Hmm.

Twenty dollars?

Fifty.

Okay. Sold,

to the little boy with the filthy mouth.

So what's your cash app?

Lady, do I look like I got Cash App?

Okay.

How would you like a $600 pair of shades?

How would you like to kiss my ass?

Okay.

- He's delightful. Yeah. - Yes, he is.

You know what? Um...

Watch this hustler, Raq. I'll be back.

Where you going?

I, uh... I need to make this right.

- Boy, there sure is no quit in you, Malik.

A lesser man would be crying in the clubhouse,

if they were down 200 large on the last hole.

You just gonna stand there and look stupid

or you gonna help me read this putt?

Okay, so this is a double breaker against the grain.

Obviously. What the hell does that mean?

It's just about 15 feet.

Just a little bit over your practice mat at home.

We ain't at the barbershop, fool.

Clear your mind. Own the shot.

Pressure's on him. That's why he keeps on talking.

- Mm-hmm. - He's nervous because he knows

if you can beat him...

you can be him.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

Colonel, it's a double breaker against the grain.

Man, this is a tough putt.

I like where this is going.

So if I miss,

I pay double.

If I make it...

Jamison gets an invite to the training camp.

Are you bloody mad?

- Malik, what are you doing?

He's thinking like an owner.

Deal.

Damn it!

When you have emotional clarity,

you won't make emotional decisions like this bet.

Always, always put the organization first, Malik.

- This kid.

He's bad press. He'll never be part of our organization.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

So what if I would've made that putt?

I knew you wouldn't.

TASHA: I got the munchies.

Think I got an emergency snack.

You like peanut butter logs?

- Do you? - Hell, yeah! I love 'em!

- Okay, well, who doesn't? - Man, my mom,

she'd always pack me a bag full of these

whenever I went fishing.

I'd throw an extra one out into the pond for good luck,

and I never came back empty-handed.

You know what? I think me and your mama,

we could've been girls.

The thought of that makes me pretty happy.

Well, good, 'cause you know what?

When you sign with me, you not just a client,

you family.

I--I can't.

I'm sorry, I-- I can't do it.

I thought we were connecting.

- Oh, no, we are-- - You scared

you gonna be the only white franchise quarterback

- with a Black agent. - What? Come on! Hell, no.

That's--my fiancée's Black.

I'm--I'm down with the brown all over town.

I just--I--

I just--I--

I want to be a part of the Billionaire Boys Club

by the time I'm 30, and I...

I don't think you got the balls to get me there.

Wow.

- Ain't this a bitch?

You know, I got one client,

highest-paid safety in the league,

and another one that's set to be an owner.

And you sitting up here worrying

'cause I got a damn vagina?

You know, you shouldn't sign with Nike.

You should have your own shoe,

and you shouldn't endorse Gatorade,

you should have your own damn drink.

- "Kincaid-ade." - Mm-hmm.

- That's pretty sweet. - I know.

See, with me, you'd be a billion-dollar brand

by the time you were 25,

but you're too damn stupid to realize it.

- I'm sorry, I just-- - Yeah, you're stupid,

'cause stupid is as stupid does,

you damn Forrest Gump hillbilly-ass!

You know what?

Give me this weed.

I wouldn't represent you if you was

the last redneck on earth.

How you like them balls, huh?

There goes my owner.

Dawg, I might not be built

for this ownership shit, Caleb.

Thought I was at the goal line, about to score.

Not even on the damn field.

Don't sweat that shit, man.

Golf ain't no real sport anyway.

It's not just about golf, dawg.

I didn't speak the language.

It's like Jamison fit in more than me,

and he's been in Shawshank.

Keeping it 100? That shit was embarrassing.

- So what?

You Malik El DeBarge Wright. You got this!

That's easy for you to say, fool, you dead.

- That's a low blow, Malik.

Malik?

You got company.

Macy, Tracy, and Stacy!

I don't speak French, but I can spell menage à trois!

This'll make us both feel good.

Okay, great.

I'm feeling better already.

What's up, ladies?

Hey, man, I'm-a head back to the crib.

But I will be back to paint your kitchen island tomorrow.

No, dawg, you ain't got to bounce.

Stay. Partake in the delicacies.

Ah, thank you, but I'm cool.

Plus I got an early morning training session.

Good. I don't like him anyway.

He always killing my vibe.

You wouldn't be buying into

this No Nut November nonsense, now, would you?

Whatever it takes, right?

But you enjoy.

I'll holla at you tomorrow.

Yo, Jamison! Hold up, dawg.

- I'll give you a ride. - Aw, hell, no.

- You sure? - Yep!

You can't do a brother like this.

All right, ladies, I'll be back in a second.

Y'all have a little fun.

Ain't no fun if Caleb can't have none!

Bar's by the pool.

Damn you, Malik.

Yeah, that's Rock the Baby. But...

Hey, little man.

His name's Darius.

Hey, Darius.

Look what I got.

Oh, fuck! A Malik Wright jersey?

- Unleash the Fury! - Eh, not so fast.

It'll cost you one orange yo-yo.

And, hey,

stop all that damn cussing. Okay?

You got it. Anything.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Hey, yo, I got lucky at the mission.

An autographed Fury jersey.

We can get five C-notes for this, easy, Grandmama!

He a hustler.

He is.

You should handle that, Brit.

I really should.

Come on.

- You really smell bad. - So do you.

Steadman!

I didn't get my white whale

and I smell like pee and poverty.

I'm so sorry to hear that, Ms. Mack,

but I'm sure in the end, you'll win.

Oh. Thank you, Steady.

You know, you always know how to make a mogul feel better.

Any time.

Colonel.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Tasha, Tasha, Tasha.

I thought we were friends.

I was beginning to think we could be more,

but what Garret did this afternoon

- was not very friendly at all. - What the hell happened?

What happened was, you and I had a deal,

- and Garret reneged. - He what?

Look, let's not overreact, okay?

I'll handle it as soon as I land.

Will it be handled over drinks?

Or maybe dinner at my place?

Why the hell not? Drinks, not dinner.

Book it.

Damn.

Damn, dawg, where the hell we going?

We still in Vegas?

Yes, man, we are still in Sin City,

- just a darker part. - Clearly.

Sir, you lost 400 Gs today, my man.

- Feel like I should

give you some gas money or something.

I can't lie, dawg. That shit stings!

But not as much as No Nut November.

I'm thinking about doing it.

You should. I think it'll surprise you.

Hmm. Just the thought of it makes me cringe.

Like what if I get to day six

and I have a wet dream? Like a long, slow,

soft wet dream?

Then you start over.

You know, you just work it till you win.

Yo, this is me right here on the right.

This reminds me of the shithole

Moms and I lived in in Richmond.

I remember when I made the league. Pssh.

Bought that dump and tore it down.

One of the best days of my life.

It's not that bad, man.

Plus, home is where you lay your head at, right?

If you say so.

Thank you for the ride, Malik.

No problem, dawg.

♪ I was down bad, yo

- Down bad

- Lookin' up

♪ I was on my own shit

♪ I had my own way

♪ Now your girl up on my block

♪ She don't say nothin', hey

Yo.

♪ They can never look at...

Dawg, I was wrong. This is actually

the real shithole right here.

Bruh, you living in here?

All my ends goes to training, so...

...it's the cost of success.

Dawg, if you need a place to crash,

just ask me, man.

- I'm--I'm good, Malik. - No, no, no.

No. You're not good.

Bruh, even the rats ain't good up in here.

Malik...

Look around you, man.

Hmm? What do you see?

Uh, two crackheads

having nasty sex in a corner right there,

a 3-legged pit bull trying to figure out

what the hell went wrong,

and a crackhead on the corner--

There's no protesters here.

There's no finger pointing. There's no judgment.

I'm free here.

Bruh, do me a favor.

Pack up all your shit--

better yet, burn all your shit...

- Can't do that. - Yes, you can,

because you're moving in with me.

- I can't do that. - My home

is my organization, brother,

and you're a part of my organization now.

Temporarily.

Sure about that?

Uh, no.

Just stay away from me for the next 30 days.

I sleepwalk and I don't want to get you pregnant.

Get your shit. Come on.

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