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Don't beat yourself up, Doc.

You got 'em to play tonight.

Yeah, yeah. I got 'em to play tonight.

For better or for worse.

You didn't have another choice, did you?

In through the basket.

The videotape shows a crime being committed.

The officers accused of beating Rodney King were acquitted...

This is the way our system works.

Um, you present the evidence to a, uh, impartial trier of fact,

and that trier of fact comes to a verdict.

And sometimes you disagree with the verdict,

but that's the way the system works.

♪ You and I ♪

Brentwood Wild Oats.

♪ Could spend eternity ♪

♪ Trying to make the pieces Fit together perfectly ♪

♪ And so we make it Through another day ♪

♪ Wondering to ourselves ♪

♪ How did we ever Get this way ♪

Why don't you go on ahead of me?

I kinda went overboard.

Oh, it's fine. I-I got a lot too.

Oh, come on. I insist.

You can go ahead of me too if you like.

♪ ...to change our ways To save our love ♪

♪ Just between The two of us... ♪

...liquor store this afternoon.

The LAPD is advising residents to avoid the area entirely.

Multiple motorists have been dragged

from their vehicles and beaten,

resulting in critical injuries,

reports of fatalities.

- Doc, hey! - Hey!

They should've had you come straight home.

Worry about the verdict, not this.

Oh, come on, baby.

You gotta let Grandpa win

at least one time, okay?

- Hi, Daddy. - Hey, baby.

Hi, Daddy.

Rough commute?

Yeah, um.

The practice space is right off Crenshaw, so here I go.

Rich kid in a Corvette, hauling butt back to Brentwood.

- I passed kids stealing TVs... - Why'd they steal TVs?

Because some people aren't as fortunate, sweetie.

- Because they're angry. And heck, me too. - Oh, please.

And for a second, forget the playoffs.

If I didn't have y'all, I would've been out there.

- You don't mean that. - I do mean that.

You don't believe in-in people

destroying their own neighborhoods.

Their own neighborhoods, Kris?

Th-Those kids don't own a Radio Shack. They don't own anything.

Give me the phone, I'm calling Bob Costas.

- Why do you wanna call Bob Costas? - You said it's awful.

- What do you mean by awful? - What do you mean?

Which part is awful? Maybe we need to show people like you

that what's awful is we finally got them on tape,

and it didn't change a thing.

People like me?

You think that I don't care about that

above everything else?

You don't think I'm out of my mind

that those officers got away with

what they did to that poor man?

Uh, Jeremiah, now, while your folks are yappity yapping,

why don't you go help your mom unpack the shopping,

and make sure you put my ice cream away first?

Go ahead and take your sister

to the playground.

You ain't calling Bob Costas.

Let's go, Callie.

And why you pick a fight with your wife?

Three kids.

You in a little deep to get mad

at her for being white now.

She wasn't on that damn jury.

That damn jury, they're gonna regret for what they did today.

Well, I wouldn't wait around on it.

You really that surprised on who they sided with

out in, uh, "Sammi" Valley?

Simi Valley.

No.

I'm... I'm just...

I'm just looking around like,

"Did I go down a road where I'm cut off from who I am?"

So, Elgin comes in to practice today,

and he tells us they acquitted the cops.

There's a curfew, and we gotta go home.

I looked at him and asked about the game tomorrow,

and he looked at me like I was the most disappointing person

in history.

So Elgin made you feel like a sellout,

and now you tryna to tap into your inner Malcolm X.

Dad...

Answer me this:

Who the bigger sellout?

The one playing for Donald Sterling for one year,

or the one who signed on to be his GM indefinitely?

- Who's that? - Mm-mmm. I've got this.

This is why it's good to have a cop in the family.

It's just some white lady.

No. Hi, I'm Susan.

Ugh, it's awful.

I had to get in the backyard and just pick.

Susan, more oranges?

Is it oppressive? How you holding up, Doc?

Are they canceling the playoffs?

Doc was just asking himself the same thing.

Remember that summer I put you in that expensive-ass

basketball camp?

I come home from patrol, and you was crying.

I don't remember crying.

You was crying, talking some...

You didn't want to go back

because them white boys was calling you nigger.

Nobody called me that before.

And what'd I tell you?

I better show them who this nigga is.

You goddamn right.

And look where you at.

You got this big-ass house.

- You got yourself a gazebo. - It's a pergola.

White ladies bringing you oranges.

You think what I do makes a difference

in how white folks see me?

- I know it do. - They let me cut in line too.

- Because they scared of me. - Nobody's scared of you.

First game of the series, against the Jazz,

we're in Salt Lake.

And I'm at the free throw line,

and I look out and I see 18,000 white faces looking at me,

cursing at me at the top of their lungs...

- You on the other team. - And I got the owner screaming at me too.

It's like I'm their fucking property.

If they make money off me, great.

Otherwise, they don't care if I'm dead.

Here you go crying again.

I'm not crying, I'm fucking angry.

Hide it. You make white folks feel comfortable.

That's why they let you have all this.

You feel caught in between? That's good.

That means you're successful.

I love the life you have built.

And you ain't gonna screw it up on a boycott.

Would Jordan do that?

Hmm?

Please tell me that ain't that low-salt crap.

This crap will get you to a hundred, Dad.

Hmm.

Well, then.

Y'all true Californians now, huh?

Trying to live forever.

I'm good.

You gonna get carpal tunnel carrying that all by yourself.

I think we all need a heavy pour.

- Hello. Thank you, Susan. - Of course, oranges.

All right.

- Oh, my goodness, guys. - Who wants a drink?

Just you a little bit, right?

- Yeah, it's just that I can have... - Just a touch.

- Thank you. - It's a French wine.

- It's my favorite. - Oh.

I love these little things.

- What are they called? - Cornichons.

- Cornichons. - Yeah. I call 'em mini...

She seems to really think

that she has a lot of agency in this relationship

with Trump and that she's the Geppetto, right?

- Like Omarosa's pulling the strings. - Yes.

Like, for as good as she is at the reality game,

I can't tell whether or not

she's good at the game of America.

No, I already told the last customer service representative,

it's my mother's account.

Stupid-ass... No, not you, ma'am.

- Not you. - She lookin' hot.

I'm calling on my mom's behalf because English isn't her first language.

Sorry,

is there something wrong with your burrito?

- Mm-mmm. - Then keep the service area clear please.

Thank you.

Last time she called to have her interest rate lowered,

and you increased her credit limit instead.

I agree. She and only she is responsible

for her spending habits,

but I'm paying the bill.

So...

Oh, could you hold please? Don't-Don't hang up.

It's just that there's a, um...

there's a child with a box of matches.

Dennis, hi.

I was just gonna text you. I feel so good about...

What?

Not even a callback?

Well, did you tell them

it doesn't have to be Flavor of Love?

I can do any of their shows.

They didn't like my new headshots?

You told me to do black-and-white.

You said it would add mystique!

Fuck!

Hi. Excuse me.

Hi.

What's up?

I was going to get the Matthew McCona-Berry smoothie,

but I don't want to contribute to your nervous breakdown.

I'm good. Sorry. Almond milk?

That's my girl.

"Catering to the Stars."

I mean, it's a pizza ad.

Isn't your boyfriend the director?

Oh, God, no.

So, are you an actress too?

More personality. I'm getting into reality TV.

Wow. What a coincidence.

There's a party going on tonight,

some reality producers there.

- You should come. - I have an early call tomorrow.

And I'm kind of broken out.

You wanna be famous?

Find the people who can make things happen in this town

drunk at a party.

Make a good impression.

Someday the stars will cater to you.

I'm Vanessa. Um.

Just to say, I know who you are.

I saw you on Spring Break Challenge,

and I... I read your book.

I knew I liked you.

Here.

Put your address. I'll pick you up at 9:00.

It's a mask party.

- Okay. - I... I don't get it.

I thought you were going to pick me up.

I didn't realize it was going to be in a party bus.

What's wrong with a party bus? It's a party.

Here.

The Trix Rabbit is kinda not the vibe.

Come on.

♪ Somebody please ♪

♪ I'm on my knees ♪

♪ This is the part That we believe ♪

♪ Maybe our lives are not In vain... ♪

- Champagne? - No, thanks.

Okay.

♪ Somebody please ♪

♪ I'm on my knees ♪

♪ This is the part That we believe ♪

♪ Maybe our lives are not In vain... ♪

Yeah. Thanks.

So there's no hot food.

Hey, now!

An optometrist and an optician.

- Yeah. - Hmm. What's the difference?

Well, I just read numbers off the phoropter.

Tawny is an artist.

You'd be amazed at how many faces are ruined by a bad frame.

Most people can't tell you whether

they're square or heart-shaped.

- Hmm. What am I? - Oval.

- You can wear anything. - Can I come by your store?

Yeah. Next time you're in Scottsdale.

Wait, you came all the way from Arizona?

We never miss a Sanctuary party. No, no, no.

We've been to, uh... Let's see, Mexico City,

Reykjavik, Minneapolis, St. Paul...

We're Delta Platinum because of Sanctuary.

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

No.

Hey. What's the matter?

Did somebody do something to you?

An optometrist stuck his finger in my ass.

Why were you talking to an optometrist?

Oh, my God. Are you a pimp or something?

No.

If you're not in the mood,

just eat the canapés and look pretty.

I don't think I can even really be here.

I'm on probation.

Probation? For what?

Shoplifting. At Old Navy.

Ugh, listen.

There's plenty of overpaid, under-fucked men in there.

So if the spirit moves you to get a little frisky,

there are worse places to catch a sugar daddy.

I don't need a sugar daddy.

That's how they get control of you.

No, you don't need a sugar daddy.

Which is why you're boosting baby doll dresses from Old Navy.

You have to bargain with the devil if you wanna get ahead.

I know you have dreams of getting discovered...

but that never happens.

You were discovered. It says so in your book.

Yeah. But in real life,

I was a high school junior

who showed her chest for a Girls Gone Wild T-shirt.

And one of the producers took me under his wing.

But it all worked out though, right?

The bus leaves at 7:00 a.m.

♪ Can't help myself I like to watch ♪

♪ So I always keep The red light on ♪

- Hey. - Oh, my God.

- Who is that? - What the fuck?

- Sorry. - Hmm.

Hiding out?

Oh, um, I just don't feel very well.

Oh, poor baby.

- What is it? - I have, uh...

...diarrhea.

Mmm, yucky.

It's my house.

There you are.

Thanks, um.

I should let you get back out there.

Well, I kinda like the view in here.

I like you.

Bad, bad baby.

- I'm not bad. - Well, you put the light on in the other room.

That made everybody shy.

Nobody seems that shy.

So, what are you, like a porn guy?

I'm a sports agent.

My clients play all over the world,

and I'm on the road a lot.

Do you go to a lot of Sanctuary parties?

Oh, yeah. It's kind of like my thing, you know?

What about you?

Is this your first time?

Yes, I'm a virgin.

I see.

Waiting for Mr. Right, huh?

Well, how about Mr. Right Now?

Who are you? Did Deja bring you?

Nobody brought me.

I'm from the future.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Mmm.

Fuck.

What happened?

It's my veneer.

It popped out.

It's happened a few times before.

Really, it's no big deal.

Where's the first aid kit?

It's over there. It's-It's in the hallway closet.

- Jesus Christ. - He's okay?

I swear, I'm never doing this again.

Do you wanna know the God's honest truth?

Whenever I do one of these things,

I always wind up in the kitchen.

- Well, that's hot. - Yeah.

Hot.

- Exactly. - Look at your place.

Look at all your amazing stuff.

You don't have to prove anything.

I use an art consultant, music consultant.

I've got a stylist. Look at me, I still look like shit.

When I travel, 90% of the time, I just stay in my suite.

My mother always told me,

"You're a leech on the talent class."

Well, it takes talent to discover talent.

Jesus, I keep having this recurring dream

that my teeth are falling out.

I looked it up.

It means I'm insecure about sex.

And now my fucking teeth are falling out for real.

Well, in my world, sex doesn't make a man.

Bad news, Future Girl, the world that you're trapped in is mine.

Well, the world sucks, and everyone knows it.

Shouldn't we try to change it?

Is that what you're doing here tonight? Being the change?

I'm just...

trying to get somewhere.

Sounds childish, but you know that song,

"Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid?

That's how I feel,

like I'm way down below.

No one can even hear me.

And there's this whole other level to life.

And that's where all the good stuff is.

That's where I can be happy.

I'm always thinking, the people up there,

do they even appreciate what they have?

Like, have you ever even cooked a meal in this kitchen?

What do you think?

Look at this knife.

It's probably worth, like, a thousand dollars.

I wouldn't know. It was a Christmas gift from Shaq.

I think you need someone to help you appreciate

how amazing your life is.

I think you need someone that can show you

how beautiful a sunset is from the window of a Hyatt.

I think you need someone that you can take to a client dinner

and not worry about them having expectations about,

mmm,

- performance. - Mmm.

Feels good to be really honest with someone, right?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking, "When are you gonna rub my feet?"

- So good to have you. - Get home safe!

Well, quite a night.

- Thank you. - You're lovely.

For my little knife wielder.

- Aw. Aw. - See you next time.

Oh, thank you.

Enjoy it.

I will. Bye.

Bye.

Hi. Um.

Uh, my truck broke down.

No. Well, it broke down, and then it was hit by a big rig.

So you'll have to find someone else. Sorry.

The honey badger got you car service.

Wasn't so bad, was it?

Did you just lay back and say,

"I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich"?

I kept his tooth.

Bye.

Hmm, where she trying to go?

Let's give America the kind of comeback

that New Hampshire has just given me.

It's so inflamed.

God, it is like the Eye of Sauron. Lance it.

No, no. It will heal on its own.

Tim stepped on a sea urchin once in Saint Lucia.

Mm-hmm.

Wouldn't let me get the splinter.

Almost lost his foot.

It's an ingrown hair, and Tim is a moron.

Oh, Donald.

- No, it's true. - Oh.

Wish it hadn't taken me so long to see

that we were on such different journeys.

Aaron Spelling died.

Grown man obsessed

with the friendships of teenagers.

A little seedy.

But who am I to knock a winning formula?

There's something wrong with this orange.

Twenty-five years of marriage. You...

You get into routines,

and then one day you realize,

"I have absolutely no idea who my husband is."

And you find out

he is someone who buys $3,000 thigh-high boots...

...for his Gyrotonics instructor.

You couldn't have known, Justine.

Yeah, well...

What's this?

- Bullshit. - Oh, it's just a bogus lawsuit.

A nonprofit group bullied some of our tenants in Koreatown

into suing us.

People don't know the cost of upkeep

of apartment buildings.

The carpets alone, it's simple economics.

You're scaring me.

I don't even know what a one-bedroom rents for.

Don't worry.

You can stay here

until you can support yourself with your jewelry business.

Or until some old stallion comes along and snaps you up,

with your bedroom eyes.

You could do okay out there if you show a little décolletage,

as they say in the Champs-Elysées.

Donald, go and get changed.

Randall will be here in an hour.

I'll finish that. Real cherries, hmm.

I feel like such a mess.

You and Don seem like you're in such a good place.

We are.

She gets totally naked,

and the limo driver says, "What's going on?"

She doesn't care.

Starts sucking me off, and I thank her.

I thank her for making me feel good.

She's 500 bucks a night, worth every dime.

Mr. Sterling, the question was, is this your handwriting?

Which part?

"Happy birthday, Alexandra.

You are fabulous and delicious.

I adore you more than words can express."

And then with the heart sign and the X's,

what you might write to someone you care for, a girlfriend.

Is it uncommon to tell a prostitute she's delicious?

When she comes to my office and gets me hot and wet,

I'd give her anything.

It's a con.

Did you call my client "honey" on occasion?

If you're having sex with a prostitute,

you call her "honey" if you don't remember the name.

- Did you take her to Paris? - Took her to Paris for sex.

It was all money for sex. Sex for money, money for sex.

Donny was the love of my life.

We took my mother to Paris to show her we were serious.

"And Donny said, " Mommy, take her to the Champs-Elysées.

Spend as much as you want, a million dollars a day..."

Well, there you go.

In her own deposition,

it was a transactional relationship.

Who's to even say this is her mother?

- It could be one of her hooker friends. - I'd been employed

as a manicurist, but Donny didn't want me to work.

We talked about starting a family,

but I wasn't getting pregnant.

But out of nowhere,

he said I didn't make him feel good anymore.

I got served with this lawsuit three days later.

She dreamed up this fictional relationship

to justify keeping the house she conned him into buying for her.

Look, I know that you were hoping

to reclaim the gifts you gave Alexandra, Mr. Sterling,

but I want to recommend that you settle.

We have more profound legal problems looming.

It looks like the DOJ has resolved

to bring a suit against you

for housing discrimination.

I-I thought it was just a nonprofit group.

If the DOJ prevails, it'll be on behalf of your tenants,

not just in Koreatown, but all over the city.

Settle my ass.

I found the mini bagels Donald wanted in onion...

Damn it, Justine. Not onion.

And I got organic oranges.

Here's your Amex.

And I got the finishing touch

to the pequeño regalo

that I have been making

for you.

You hate it.

Ah.

I love it.

Shelly, you know, I am a little bit psychic,

and in my position, I am no one to judge.

Don and I have been dealing with a stalker.

He had a con artist who got him to buy her a house.

Well, it turns out that maybe she was his girlfriend,

and that Don and this woman were even

going to have children together,

and that Donald wanted me to sue her for her house,

not because she was a con artist,

but because they broke up.

And now the Justice Department

is looking into that stupid housing discrimination suit.

I don't understand. So, they say it's discrimination?

They say it's not right to put the Korean flag in our ads

because it's telling tenants we prefer Korean applicants

over... other races.

And one woman in the suit...

They're saying she died because of us.

- Well, that can't be true. - Well, she is dead.

- How did she die? - A stroke.

Distress.

Her daughter testified.

When she rang for repairs,

one of our supervisors reported that Don said,

"Is she one of those Black people who smell?

Just evict the B-I-T-C-H."

This is all what Randall told us.

We haven't listened to the tenant depositions.

I think we should listen to the deposition.

Listen to the daughter.

Shelly.

One thing I am learning on my divorce journey:

You cannot change the past, but you have to confront it.

You've already listened to the girlfriend.

That was brave.

Now, let's keep going.

My name is Ebony Jones.

My mother, Kandynce,

was a plaintiff in the lawsuit

against Donald and Shelly Sterling.

She died last year.

My mother was an award-winning hairstylist

who trained with Vidal Sassoon.

When I was 12,

my mother developed sickle cell anemia,

which took her eyesight.

She was still so stylish.

People didn't realize she was blind.

My mother had already lived in the Ardmore for eight years

when the Sterlings bought it.

At first, the toilet broke.

My mother had to dispose of her waste in plastic bags.

One day I came over,

and my mother was standing in

three inches of flood water.

They didn't want to fix anything.

They just wanted her to leave.

And I was, like, "Mom, you have to move out."

But she wouldn't. And she told me...

"You have to stand for something,

or you stand for nothing."

- How are you feeling? - Sad.

But good for confronting it. Thank you.

Are you gonna talk to her? To Ebony?

- What for? - To take responsibility.

Could be very healing for her.

And if she told people I apologized?

You're asking me to break publicly with Donald.

You mean the guy who told you

his girlfriend was a con artist

so you would sue her?

What do you think Donald would say if he saw that deposition?

He'd call Ebony Jones a B-I-T-C-H too.

Look, I ditched the bad guy.

And I am here to tell you from the other side,

life is much less stressful.

There's nobody keeping you awake, snoring.

You don't have to wear makeup.

And you and I, we could go to Bollywood Night at the Bowl.

We could find a great Ethiopian place.

We could go to Canyon Ranch and get every kind of massage.

It sounds nice.

Her number's right here.

Let's call her.

What? Now?

News is official as of today.

Karl Rove has been exonerated.

He's not gonna face criminal charges

for leaking the name of a CIA operative.

So my first question to you all:

Why is President Bush still...

Listen, I think we should settle.

Those depositions are gonna go public, Donald.

If we draw this out, some reporter is going to quote you

going on about sucking and licking.

And everyone's gonna read all the horrible things

the tenants say about us.

So? People throw away their newspapers. People forget.

It could be a problem with the NBA.

Do you think David Stern is gonna touch a hair

on my pubic region?

He just got a $30 million extension

as commissioner because of my committee.

Nobody's coming after us. You're being paranoid.

Trying to undermine

our military's efforts in Iraq to root out WMDs.

- Oh, Donald, your cyst popped. - Gladys has a spray.

Get off my sofa!

You're like Pigpen in Peanuts, you leave a mess everywhere.

Go away. I want you out.

...allow our presidents to lead our country.

Wait, are you talking about splitting up?

...seeing a president get attacked

for trying to do the right thing.

You want me to take these to Goodwill?

No, honey.

Put them in Mr. Sterling's taxi, and let's wash the bed linen.

- Okay. - Get his smell outta here.

Hmm.

We'll be concentrating

on your experiences as general manager of the Clippers.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Now Commissioner David Stern has instituted

a mandatory dress code.

The dress code applies to players at game arenas

and while traveling to and from games.

Now consider Richard "Rip" Hamilton.

Under the new dress code, he would have three strikes.

He's wearing a medallion outside his clothing.

That is a violation.

He is also wearing headgear

presumably not approved by his team,

or, quote, "appropriate" to the event.

And he is not wearing a collared dress shirt

or a turtleneck.

We're looking for some more uniformity

and some sense of professionalism.

♪ Happy Christmas ♪

Good job. Give me that.

What a great girl.

Wonderful. Let's go sit here for a minute, hmm?

It's a respectful offer, Elgin.

It's a termination letter.

No, no, no. You're... You're still part of the organization.

It's a...

It's a new role.

A transition...

Transition to making half my salary,

so you can use my name without having to hear my voice.

Elgin, come on.

Don't be like that. It's Christmas.

It's a... It's a party.

We haven't even done Secret Santa yet.

Okay. I'm your Santa.

Uh, I-I got you a Wii Fit.

I don't want a Wii Fit. I want my job.

Elgin, you served the Clippers for 22 years as GM.

That-That's something to crow about.

I mean, only 30 of those jobs in the whole world.

And I've been the lowest paid by a long shot.

From a certain viewpoint, you know, uh,

other franchises are more lucrative.

And other GMs, frankly, have a better track record.

So, some-some people, given those facts,

might look at this and say, "Heck, you make a lot of money."

Andy, don't play with me.

♪ Happy Christmas... ♪

For years, I've put up with being called the worst GM

in NBA history,

taking all the heat for our sorry record.

Even in this dang office.

I hear colleagues talking over the bathroom stalls,

"Elgin's got no vision. Elgin's apathetic."

And not once did I said a word

about all the trades that I couldn't get Donald to approve.

Not once have I told a reporter

about the bare-bones operation we've had for years.

Losing kills me, Andy.

♪ Happy Christmas... ♪

You never won anything, so you don't know.

It kills me.

But I thought, why tell the world?

You get embarrassed on a play,

you don't let your opponent know.

But the things I could have done for this team...

if I had been given the resources.

Okay, um.

When I get to feeling down, you know what I do?

I look in the mirror and I say to myself,

"You know how lucky you are

to have had this incredible career in the NBA?"

You were 25 when you started with the Clippers.

What had you accomplished? Good grades?

You are lucky.

- I was... - No.

True. It's a bad comparison.

You were great. You... One of the greats.

Okay. I'm gonna... I'm gonna go back out there.

Um.

There are a lot of our colleagues who would love

to have one last happy night with you.

I wanna talk to Donald.

Uh. No, he's at a... He's at a charity event.

Look, Elgin, if he'd known

that you were gonna be so unhappy with our offer...

He was just here.

And now he's tied up, my friend.

Call him and tell him I'm going to sue.

Sue? For what?

Unlawful termination.

No, Elgin, you're not being fired.

Racial discrimination for years.

Okay. Who... Who...

Who are you accusing of racial discrimination?

- Donald. You. - So...

M-Me? Me? Me?

You and Donald and the NBA.

You're gonna sue the NBA?

What was David Stern doing while Donald was paying millions

to make housing discrimination suits go away?

Uh...

What was the commissioner doing

while Donald was screaming

at the young men who played for us, destroying their confidence?

The commissioner was making sure

our players didn't wear baggy pants.

He was trying to make the league successful internationally.

Elgin, you know that. He couldn't do that with a...

With what? Look around, Andy.

Donald may be the only owner talking

like he's on the plantation,

but he's not the only one acting like it.

So, what? It's just all one big conspiracy?

How many Black owners are there?

Okay, well, now you're getting into who has the money

in this country, and...

Okay. Let's count Black executives.

Starting with you?

Fine. Why did Donald hire me?

Did you ever wonder that?

To entice players he wouldn't pay.

Oh, I...

Okay, fine.

But you spent your entire life in the NBA,

you're the worst possible messenger.

People are gonna think, "If Elgin was really so unhappy,

why didn't he just leave?"

With the stain on me from this team's reputation?

Where was I going to go?

You can understand that.

Elgin. You're gonna lose.

People need to know.

A jury rejected Elgin Baylor's claim

of discrimination by the NBA and Donald Sterling,

giving the league a resounding victory over the former GM.

One OG who doesn't get enough recognition

is Elgin Baylor.

Nobody played above the rim before him.

Dude averaged more points per game than LeBron.

When he was with the Lakers,

a segregated hotel in West Virginia wouldn't give

the Black players rooms.

So Baylor sat out the game,

in the first ever boycott in the NBA.

The situation in Los Angeles

forced the NBA to reschedule game four

of the Jazz/Clippers series.

No word on when the playoffs might resume,

but the unrest has Clippers GM, Elgin Baylor,

wondering if this moment is bigger than basketball.

I think what's going on here in Los Angeles

is far more important than playing a basketball game.

We were excited about getting to the playoffs.

First time we've been in the playoffs

since we've been the Clippers.

But I think everyone's put that on the back burner.

Tomorrow's game was supposed to take place

at the LA Sports Arena,

which sits in the center of the turmoil,

currently engulfing the Southland.

Why are you on my court?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're back in Los Angeles.

It's just after midnight...

Be sure to check for any belongings

in your overhead compartment.

Wakey-wakey, honey. We're back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.