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[Shelly] What does
Oprah like to eat?

Oh, she loves fresh
fruit all around.

She may even bring
her own avocados.

- Oh!
- Now, this evening, Geffen.

Just coffee and tea.

He'll show up in
Reeboks and jeans.

This slob look is
a Hollywood thing.

Do not take it as disrespect.

And tomorrow, Magic.

Given his cameo in
Donald's whole tape mess.

Let's roll out lunch
fit for a king.

Oh. Mm-hmm.

[Doc] Gotta be fast, DJ.

Gotta read my mind a little bit.

Look into the future. How you
gonna cover Kevin Durant if...

Come on, man. Let me go.

Let me do you. I go... I go
until I miss. That's the rule.

Taking advantage of a man while
he getting his ankle worked out.

You need to win that bad,
coach? [chuckling] Oh-ho-ho.

I see somebody
else want a piece.

We got Game One coming
up against Oklahoma City.

I'm gonna let you touch
these gorgeous hands?

I won't touch you
if you're fast.

You hear this shit,
DeAndre? Mm-hmm.

The only man a more competitive
psychopath than you is me.

So if you think I'm gonna kick
off the semi finals... Damn.

- Oh!
- Slap hand champ of the west.

The undefeated.

The fastest draw.

The man who took you through
the Sterling bullshit,

is the man who's gonna take
you to the Championship.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Are you ready to make history?

Shelly, meet
Patrick Soon-Shiong.

The only man who can
transplant a kidney

and sink a jump shot.

We have every sushi you can name

and five you've never heard of.

Will Mr. Sterling
be joining us?

He has entrusted the search

for a buyer to Mrs. Sterling.

But Donald is ready to sell.

He understands in his way.

Does Shelly know about this?

Why are you bringing up
a painful subject now?

I'm sorry... Am I not
coping with enough trauma?

We're not speaking. Okay...

Um, just press pause,
and take a break.

Maybe this isn't
the optimal time

for an apology to her.

Maybe after the season,
right? O-Oh! [sighs]

In the New Year, right?

A time of... of renewal,

of resetting resolutions.

Um, may... How about,
um, repentance?

Andy. Yeah.

People have a misapprehension
of who I am, don't you agree?

They... Well...

I should let them
think I'm a bigot

and you're a bigot's
little helper?

You're unemployed, Andy, and I
can't help you until I help myself.

Right. Uh, move the
furniture around as needed.

I'm not attached to the layout.

Thank you for letting
us do this at your home.

You've given me a forum to
prostrate myself an apology.

How can I repay you?

It's not necessary,
Mr. Sterling. Here.

Ever sat courtside
at a play-off game?

Not to watch Blake
Griffin and Chris Paul

beat the balls off
Oklahoma City, you haven't.

We have to fly back to New
York tonight, but thank you.

You're a distinguished
looking man, you know that?

Piercing eyes like
the bald eagle.

Immediately, one trusts
you. I hope you trust me.

Andy, how long has
this been here?

Can you get the man
some fresh water?

[whispering] Okay. Um, I don't
think we can offer them tickets.

[whispering] I
still own the team.

["The Star-Spangled
Banner" playing]

[cheering, applause]

[attendee] Chris
Paul, you suck!

Where's your State Farm sweater
vest, you corny little chump?

Why don't you throw your shirt
on the floor? Weak-ass bitch!

I thought "We were one."

White boys sound like
they ready to brawl.

I don't hear nothing.

[reporter through phone] So now
you're tied 2-2 with Oklahoma City

and you've got a bruised hand.

Do you thrive under
that pressure?

Every game I got the
same drive to win, man.

When people say I have
a Napoleon complex,

I just hear I'm a small
guy who does great things.

[reporter chuckles] How
closely is the team following

Shelly Sterling's search
for new ownership?

The only thing the guys are
following is my lead on the court.

Nice. All right,
thanks, Chris.

No, thank you.

[vacationers shush, giggle]

Going to the pool? Going
to the finals, baby.

[vacationers laugh]

DeAndre? Hello?

Has your big ass fallen
and can't get up?

The hell you got going on, boy?

[Donald] I am not a racist.

I have never been a racist.

I will never be a racist.

- I made a terrible, terrible mistake.
- [phone pings]

And I am here to apologize...
- Hey, Chris looking for me.

Should I invite him? Yeah.

And to ask forgiveness
for all the people I hurt.

- What are you sorry about?
- I've hurt so many people.

So many innocent people
and I have hurt myself,

and I want to apologize
to my partners.

They're really gonna
let him apologize.

You know these motherfuckers
get second chances all the time.

You know, they have
backroom-rich-man deals though.

They gon' all circle up their little
golf carts at the country club...

[knocks on door] and give
him back the team on the DL.

Clothes and cars and houses...

What the fuck is
this, a slumber party?

Y'all for real? You're giving this
asshole a minute more of your time.

We got Game Five tomorrow,
dummies. Tighten up.

Let it fuck you up now
or fuck you up later.

No. And give stupid-ass DeAndre
back his stupid-ass IceMan.

I'll go back to my room,
pray, and Skype my kids.

The comments caught on tape echo
charges made by Elgin Baylor.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
You're trying to connect them.

Well, he made a claim that you
had a plantation mentality.

[Blake] What the
fuck is he saying?

I don't know what that
means to have a mentality.

- What?
- Motherfucker, not knowing is the problem.

To have a plantation mentality is
to feel like you own these guys.

I think you have more of a
plantation mentality than I do.

I think you're more
of a racist than I am.

Magic Johnson has said he
would never attend a game

while you were owner.

I'm hurt...

but it doesn't matter.
He acts so holy.

I don't think this is
an apology anymore.

Big Magic Johnson.
What has he done?

- Well, he's a business person...
- He's got AIDS.

- [Chris] What the fuck?
- [Blake] Are you fucking serious?

Did he do business?
I'd like to know.

- I gotta watch this shit now.
- I think he has HIV.

I don't think he actually
has full-blown AIDS.

What kind of a guy goes to
every city... Excuse me...

He made love to every girl
in America and he had AIDS.

And when he had those
AIDS, I prayed for him.

I get it. I thought he was
one of the most successful

and beloved Black
men in America,

but he's actually
just a sex fiend.

Who doesn't do
anything for anybody.

Who does nothing for nobody,

and his getting HIV is supposed
to be what he deserves.

Man, fuck out of here, man.

I mean, is this someone
we wanna respect

and tell our kids about?

I think he should be
ashamed of himself.

Well, what does he do
for the Black people?

Oh, God. Why won't he shut
up? It's awful, awful, awful.

[Cooper] The players on the
team don't wanna play for you.

[Donald] Do you think they're
all gonna walk off the team?

They know I'm not a racist.

The players don't hate me.
I contend they love me.

- [Cooper] You think they still love you?
- [Donald] I do.

- We hate you! We literally hate you!
- Fuck off!

Siri off. Siri off!

Push power on the big remote.

Oh, God. All those bidders
I had to the house.

I ordered their foods, I
listened to their life stories.

I played hardball.

And now they're all gonna
be running for the hills.

Sell to Magic. Stick that in Donald's
eye. Wouldn't that be poetic?

Well, I don't understand
poetry, honey.

But I do know Donald will
never sign off on Magic.

You have to get Donald on board?

Team is owned by a family trust.
They both have to sign off.

What if he refuses to sell?
He can't refuse. He agreed.

He can't stop the sale, can he?

He can make it very difficult.

From a PR perspective,

the only way to
comfortably cover your ass

is to get Donald out of the
sale conversation altogether.

Which is exactly why I revised
the trust last Christmas.

What he got into with V, giving
her more and more and more.

At a certain point, one
becomes a danger to oneself.

Shelly, you had
the trust revised?

What does it say?

That... [inhales deeply]

if one of us becomes, you know,

incompetent to manage things,

we can be removed as co-trustee.

[Justine] Well, that man is incompetent
to manage an electric toothbrush.

Ladies, if you'll excuse us,

Glenn and I need to use
the little boy's room.

[Justine] Have fun.

[Pierce] I think we
need to prepare...

I want to ask you sincerely.

Does Donald seem sick to you?

I think he's saying
exactly what he means,

but he is unaware
that he's saying it

to all of America.

He does seem confused.

I know a neurologist.

[Donald] This, I've seen
this guy. This is a zebra.

And this is a...
I know it's an H.

No, it's an R. Son of a bitch.

I saw this at the zoo
when I was 10 years old.

It's not a unicorn.
I know that.

Fat unicorn.

Don't flunk me for
leaving some blanks.

No, that's okay, Mr. Sterling.

Now, can you spell the word
"world" backwards out loud?

The word "world".

Now she wants to
do tongue twisters.

The word "world". Sure.

D- Mm-hmm.

R-

O-

W-L. Good.

Now, can you start at 100 and
count back to one by sevens?

Like 100 minus seven? Yeah.

100 minus seven
and continuing on.

100 minus seven is 93.

You know, I can afford
a calculator, okay?

I given you what
you need? Two hours.

I think you got some good stuff.

Don, let her finish.

No, that's all
right, Mrs. Sterling,

we're about concluded.

Now, would you prefer to
discuss my findings in private?

What, are you doing
a research project?

Doctor, go ahead, tell
us what you found.

Between...

Between the scans you had
at Cedars, Mr. Sterling,

and this evaluation,

it's my opinion that
you have Alzheimer's.

Alzheimer's? Are you sure?

But couldn't it just be
mild cognitive impairment?

I always recommend
a second opinion.

But it's never too late
to start making plans

for when the disease progresses.

You may consider moving
back in together.

Shelly, I'm fine.

I'm just hungry.
All this math.

You work up an appetite.

Hippo. That's what it's
called. Hippopotamus.

It's almost game time, DJ.
You skipping the shoot-around?

I'll be there in a second.

Where's Astro? You
didn't bring your dragon?

He got loose.

Man. I'm sorry.

DJ, why the long face?

Your free throws are
falling. You own the glass.

Like we talked about last year.

You're a star in your role.

All I can think about is Donald

talking about how
we all love him.

[Chris] Some happy slave shit.

- Where did Donald say this?
- Anderson Cooper 360.

You watched the shit? Why?

We all did. Are
you kidding me?

Didn't we drill to
prepare for distractions?

We can't have DeAndre out there

wondering if this
is a plantation!

It's not!

It's a basketball arena!

Man, Doc, that Donald
shit was everywhere.

What were we supposed
to do? Block it out!

You show everybody that you
can overcome anything to win.

Isn't that what
we all doing here?

Isn't it?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[whistle blows]

[whistle blows]

Hey! What was that?

He never touched it.

That is not a foul!

That is not a foul.

That is not a foul!

Free hit.

Three shots.

[phone rings]

[phone continues ringing]

Hello?

[Ballmer] Hi. Is
this Shelly Sterling?

It's after midnight.
Who's calling?

Don't be alarmed by the
size of his legal team

or if they play it
a bit aggressive.

This guy's worth 20 billion.

We host a titan today.

These arches! [chuckles]

Like the porticos of
Tuscany. [Pierce laughs]

How sweet of you to say.

Did your lawyers
take a separate car?

Oh, no lawyers. It's
just me. Steve. [laughs]

How do you do?
[Pierce chuckles]

[chuckles] Uh, uh,
Pierce. [laughter]

Come in, come in. Thank you.

Thank you.

Steve Ballmer.

Not Bomber.

[laughter]

I thought his name was
Bomber from the phone call.

As in bomber jet.
It's a funny story.

Anyway, even though
he's in Seattle,

he promises to
keep the team here.

No, I wouldn't betray the fans.

No, the only change I wanna make

is haptic feedback
under the seats.

Keep 'em on their feet.

[mimics rumbling
sound] [laughter]

[Shelly] Well, as you can see,

he's bursting with
positive energy.

Which will be good
for the players.

[Pierce] Tell him
about the two.

[Shelly] Steve says his
offer is 1.8 billion.

Already the highest bid
of the many high bidders

that Shelly has
wrangled, I might add.

And three times as much as
anyone's paid for a team so far.

But... But Shelly says to him,

"Geez, I'm thinking, I'd
like a two in front of it."

I almost choked on my crostini.

But then Ballmer
says... "Okay!"

"Okay!"

To two billion dollars.

Oh, Don... [chuckles]

I know it's been hard for
you to give it up, honey.

But here I found a sole owner
who listens and who cares.

How fabulous is that?

Computers, right?

I was the CEO of Microsoft.

I know those guys.

You really have two
billion dollars?

[laughs] I do. [Donald laughs]

What an idiot to
keep that in cash.

He's not the guy.

Don,

I worked very hard to
put together this deal.

Ballmer met all my terms.
I thought you'd be happy.

Why? Because he's
bursting with energy?

He's not the guy. I can
do better than this guy.

Who do you know that
has two billion dollars?

You don't know who I know.

Well, could you let
me know by Tuesday?

Because that's when we have to
present our choice to the NBA.

We're not presenting a choice
because I don't wanna sell.

You said you would.
You signed a paper.

I said you could receive bids.

It's not your fault you
don't know what you're doing.

Let the owners vote.

Like anyone's going
to support you

after your display on CNN.

They won't dare vote me out
because they'll be next.

- The team stays with me.
- What team?

Doc will leave. The
players won't play.

We won't have Red Bull,
or Kia, or Yokohama Tire.

It will be a death spiral.

You think I can be strong-armed

into selling to
Zippy the Pinhead?

Of this fucking pointy-nosed
ambulance chaser.

I'll take him out. I
have dirt on Pierce.

I have dirt on the whole world!

Two billion big ones, he
didn't even flinch. He's nuts.

Not to mention he
threatened to take me out.

He doesn't know a hit man.

He doesn't know
what he's saying.

He's got a disease. Remember?

Right. Right.

Shelly, the term sheet

that you signed with
Ballmer, it's binding.

If the NBA sells to someone
else, he can sue you.

I know that. I
know he can sue me.

I know that! I
know that! Shelly.

It is time to go to plan B.

What are you talking about?

The revision you made
to the family trust.

It's time to use it.

It's time to let the world know

that Donald Sterling
is non compos mentis.

I can't do that to him.

He has become a
danger to himself.

You said that.

Don't think of doing
it to him, but for him.

You wanna say he was okay
to sign the trust revision

I gave him on Christmas.

But four months later, he's
incompetent to do anything.

It's a tragic and
progressive disease.

Do we have to call it "Plan B"?

It sounds very schemy.

Hmm.

Game Six for your
boys tonight, Shelly.

Win or go home.

Pretty wobbly in Game Five.

Think they can pull it together?

Stay in it?

Amazing thing about
basketball, honey,

your fortunes can change
in the last ten seconds.

[door closes]

Okay. It's over.

We had a lot working against
us in these playoffs.

Other teams would've
crumbled, but you got tougher.

And even though the result of
our season was what it was,

I want you to know this
is a championship team.

Come on.

Come on, guys. Please.

CP, we're waiting on you.

[Doc] Clips on three.

One, two, three.
Clips [all] Clips.

It should be white roses.

They have to cut
off the dead parts

so they won't bloom.

People arrive and it's just
bushes. I'll tell them.

[phone rings] Oh, excuse me.

Dr. Platzer, how are you?

How should I be? You didn't tell
me you were using my examination

to have your husband removed
from the family trust?

Oh.

I didn't know I
was gonna do that.

Your husband thinks you did.

Listen to my message machine.

[Donald] Meril Platzer, this
is Donald Sterling, attorney.

You sent medical records of my head
to Pierce without my permission?

I'm incompetent?

- I'm not incompetent...
- [Platzer] I'm a respected physician...

[Donald] You're incompetent,
you stupid fucking doctor.

[scoffs] Honey,
he's just flailing.

Aren't you used to this
in your line of work?

[Platzer] I'm not used to it.

Hi, sweetheart.
Honey, it's all talk.

I'll call you back.

Donald, what are you doing here?

I can't come see
my darling dolly?

My better half.

I might have some buried motive,

like you had when
you came to my house.

Faking concern for my
fucking mental health.

I am concerned, honey.
I'm trying to protect you.

By removing me from
my organization?

Removing me? Me. What a joke.

It's our organization, and
you're not making good choices.

Your slice of heaven was
built on my choices, sweetie.

You have Gladys to
break her back for you

because of my choices.

Without my choices,

you'd be mopping your own floors

in some little shack in Pacoima,

buying dented cans at Ralph's.

Maybe that's where
you'll end up after this.

After what?

You're suing me?
You're suing the NBA.

- Your whole cabal.
- I'm not with them, Donald.

Adam Silver gave
me an ultimatum.

Play Barbie businesswoman
all you want.

I'm the Lord almighty as
far as you're concerned.

[inhales deeply]
[car horn honks]

[gasps] Jesus.

Mr. Sterling, how long have
you and your wife been married?

A hundred years?
[courtroom chuckles]

[Samini] Would you say you're
partners in business as well?

[Donald] I'm the lawyer. I
bought the team, the properties.

I run the companies.

I negotiate all the contracts.

Shelly, she throws parties,

she helps the tenant
with the broken stove.

She's good at it. All
the little details.

But management, no.

So why has she deputized herself

to handle the sale of your team?

She's scared of Adam Silver,

who's been NBA commissioner
all of 60 days.

He wants to show the world
he doesn't permit racism.

I'm the poster boy.
And that's okay.

But why do you think he wants
my wife to sell the team?

Is there something
unique about my wife?

Other than she's
beautiful and nice,

and I love her very much.

The NBA doesn't wanna
get its hands dirty

because they actually
don't have the right

to force me out of business.

That's why they're
asking her to do it.

They have mesmerized and
terrified her totally

into washing their
dirty laundry.

I love her...

but she doesn't have a clue.

[Pierce] Are you and
your husband separated?

Sort of.

But you're still his
primary caregiver?

I'm his only caregiver.

I take him to the doctor's.

I put all his medications
in little containers.

His feet swell up, I find
out what he should take.

And what have you noticed about
your husband's deterioration?

Oh, he's been getting more
forgetful, slurring words.

He gets mad for no reason.

When I was in New York to be
on the Barbara Walters show,

this person he was
with, uh, V Stivino,

they got into an argument
and he really flared up.

And Barbara told me she didn't
even want him on the show

because she thought...

he has dementia.

Your Honor, can I ask to strike?

Do that, counsel.
Be a man. Stand up.

He is standing. He
wants to object, object.

Instead of going through a whole
dissertation of what he might do.

Donald, he's your lawyer.
He's trying to help you.

Mr. Samini, could you help your client
withhold from his running commentary?

Overruled.

And when did you decide to
have, uh, Mr. Sterling examined

for cognitive decline?

Well, he was getting distraught.

And when I saw him on
Anderson Cooper, I... [sighs]

I just didn't know
my own husband.

I felt so bad.

That's when I
found Dr. Platzer.

You felt bad for
me? You felt so bad,

you had your fraud of a doctor
call Pierce on the same day

- she examined me?
- Mr. Sterling...

I don't know who
Pierce talks to.

- Plan B.
- Mr. Sterling!

Why don't you tell
everybody about Plan B?

- Mr. Sterling!
- Why don't you tell how you hired quacks

to write reports for you
in case I didn't wanna sell

to your Microsoft boy
toy! Mr. Sterling!

Mr. Sterling! [slams gavel]

Mr. Samini, please.

Let's recess. Get
some fresh air.

Listen to birdsong.

Come back in an hour.

Get away from me, you pig!

[judge] Let the record reflect

that Mr. Sterling referred
to Mrs. Sterling as a pig.

- [reporter 1] Mrs. Sterling!
- [reporter 2] Shelly!

[reporter 1] Are you happy?

I just wanted to
do the right thing

for our family, the players,

Doc Rivers and everyone else.

I think we can all agree that
Shelly Sterling is a hero

to the city of Los Angeles,
the Clippers organization,

and women all around the world.

And to me. [chuckles]
[reporter 3] Mr. Sterling,

how do things stand with your
wife after today's decision?

I thought I knew her.

[Seth] I wanna capitalize
on Ballmer's invitation

to get spending, you know.

Really think creative with
fans swag for next season.

LED wristbands.

[Doc] I'm sorry.

I didn't know how bad it was.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to
insulate all the people.

[Seth] ...gives us
potential for new growth.

I'm sorry, I'm just having...

having trouble turning
the page on last season.

Maybe next season we
will win the Championship

that brings everyone together.

Whatever happens next season,
it's the beginning of a new era.

[Seth] Not a new
era, but, uh...

Excuse me.

[inhales, sighs heavily]

They think I'm a coward.

I'm not gonna buck you up, Andy.

Fair. That's...

You're always fair.

[sighs]

Look... Donald hired
me out of college.

He got me young,
destroyed my confidence.

I just...

I just found him so...

impressive.

I started saying yes to him,

and I never realized
I could say no.

Yeah, you did.

Maybe I did.

He would've just fired me.

Well, Andy,

here you are with the last 30 years
of your life in a Bankers Box,

and a fucking Clippers
commemorative ship in your hands.

Bon voyage. You got fired.

Does it occur to you that it
might've been better to get fired

trying to change shit around here
rather than protecting Donald?

Who does that?

Who sacrifices
themselves like that?

I mean, Elgin tried to get
people to stick up for him

when Donald forced him out,

and you know what
everybody said?

Everybody, even the ones who
privately agreed with his lawsuit.

"Mr. Sterling has
always been good to me."

Take care of yourself, Andy.

[Chris] We had
that image in mind,

standing on that
platform as champions,

giving a Black power
salute to the world.

Tommie Smith and John Carlos
got expelled from the Olympics

for doing that.

Got banned from
future competitions.

Tracked by the FBI.

They risked everything.

We could've done that.

Adam would've banned
Sterling either way.

Yeah, but now him and Ballmer
and Shelly get to be the heroes

and everybody think the
league had one bad apple.

If we hadn't played,

if we had shut
everything down...

maybe we could've made it
more than about Donald.

We made the best
possible decision

in impossible circumstances.

Doc, I wish you'd
let us stay mad.

Ready to eat?

[door opens]

[door closes]

Don't watch me do this.

[laughs]

Now, I know why you
live in a penthouse.

This new generation, Chris Paul.

They let their kids
see everything.

I mean, even their mistakes,

I would need some MDMA
or something to do that.

Probably wouldn't kill you.

You really never even cried
in front of your kids?

Think on it.

I remember one time I was misty,

and a tear might have
accidentally leaked down.

You ain't right,
Doc. [chuckles]

No, seriously.

Well, it wasn't
even Chris crying

that shocked me so much.

It was that he'd let his son

see him furious.

Mmm. Mm-mmm.

You don't do that.

Summer, 15 years ago...

my family and I, we were
living in a nice suburb, Texas.

Heritage oaks everywhere.

Kris, my wife, had
taken the kids up

to the lakes in Wisconsin.

I was playing golf in Florida
with Sam Jackson. My man.

Car comes flying
down the fairway.

"Where's Doc Rivers?
Where's Doc Rivers?"

- My home in Texas was on fire.
- No.

Yeah. I fly back to go see it.

It's just a charred
mess. Arson.

We had two cats, three dogs,
they locked them in the closet,

had a party and then poured
lighter fluid on everything.

Cops had a pretty
good idea who did it.

Skinheads, but they
couldn't prove anything.

I just wanted the wreckage
gone before my kids came back.

Same thing when Donald's
tape first came out.

I felt, like, "Let's
move on. Don't look back.

Don't get dragged down by
shit that you can't change."

I did not want us to stay angry.

When the fire broke out,

my neighbor, who knew
what was important to me,

pulled photo albums and those.

Ali's gloves.

Yeah.

You mean...

you didn't want your kids to
see the remnants of the arson.

But anybody who
comes to the condo...

Welcome to my home.
This is evidence

of a hate crime against
me and my family.

- You know the chains I wore in Roots?
- Mm-hmm

I keep them over the
hearth in my living room.

Right above my 12 Emmys.

[laughing]

What is that about,
huh? I don't know.

What is it to you? [sighs]

America first met
me as Kunta Kinte,

a young African kid

who was kidnapped, tortured,
refused his slave name.

Then I read to their children.

And maintained the integrity
of their favorite spaceship.

Yeah. Pretty soon,

people began to think
of me as... safe.

Oh, the safest.

Once I read Go The Fuck
To Sleep for charity.

Yeah. One of my brand
partners dropped me.

What? You can't
even say "fuck"?

I can, but there
are consequences.

- I said "fuck", I lost money.
- Shit.

If I showed how
angry I really am...

[sighs] But I'm
not gonna hide it.

So, I keep my chains on the
wall in the living room.

I want my guests to know

while I am unquestionably
their friend,

I am also absolutely
filled with rage.

What is this?

Hey. Lebron, no dunking
on my lawyer, please.

So, I haven't figured out

how to make the Barbara Walters
stuff part of my character arc,

but you only need one
chapter to get a book deal.

Why did you get braces?
Your teeth are fine.

[chuckles] I have
a gummy smile.

The DMs I get. It's all anyone
sees when they look at me.

Have some more rice pilaf.
I just made another box.

V, how much money
do you have left?

[kids laugh]

Boys, could you go inside
and start the dishes, please?

Look, I'm not going to send
your bills to collection,

but I don't accept
payment in rice pilaf,

and I cannot wait for you
to slowly write a book.

Why are we even
still going to court?

I thought you were going to
get Mrs. Sterling to back off.

I thought she might
after she sold the team.

To a billionaire,
what is a duplex?

But with you, oh, my God, she
is like the shark in Jaws.

Mr. Sterling would never
let her do this to me.

She probably has him
knocked out on sedatives

in some sad old nursing home.

V, you need to make some money.

Famous people can't just
work at Target. I'm trying.

Don't you think I'd do
anything to stay in this house?

Look, worry less about
losing the house, okay?

I am handling that.

But I want you to worry about

how you're going to pay
your bills moving forward.

I want you to worry about how
you're going to feed your boys.

♪ I got some troubles
But they won't last ♪

My lawyer says I
can keep the plates.

♪ I'm gonna lay right
down here in the grass ♪

♪ And pretty soon All
my troubles will pass ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo ♪

♪ Shoo-shoo-shoo ♪

♪ Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo Sugar Town ♪

Why did you wear
the Chanel earrings?

Why not?

I can't buy things with
the money I earned?

I'm taking a stand for
the American worker.

I worked 50 hours a week.

[security gate alarm]
Oh... [chuckles]

It's probably just my braces.

No problem. If you just stand
over here for me, ma'am.

[Shelly] Hi, Hugo.
Beautiful day.

I promise, this is my
last time in court.

[Pierce] Until
someone rear-ends you.

Shelly. Don't.

I know that Donald can't
be here to tell the truth,

but if he were here, he would
take my side and you know it.

[Pierce] Shelly... [Donald] My
cash, do I put it in the thing?

[security] You just keep
it in your pocket, sir.

See you in there, sweetheart.

[security] Here you go, ma'am.

Thanks.

Ms. Stiviano, hi. We didn't get
a chance to meet in the hallway.

My name is Pierce O'Donnell.

I like your tie.
Thank you very much.

It's my lucky tie.

A gift from my daughter.

Now, going back to 2010,
you didn't have any income,

or any paying job.
Is that correct?

I worked exclusively
for Donald Sterling.

I drove him everywhere.

To the doctor, to charities,

to properties he wanted to buy.

Mm-hmm. I was his
right-hand arm.

[courtroom laughs] And here in
your employment verification

for the Department of
Children and Family Services,

it said that you
got $3,000 a week

from the Donald T.
Sterling Foundation.

He put that in my reference.

Some weeks I got nothing.

He compensated me
in different ways.

Not like a normal employee.

Mr. Sterling didn't
wanna pay the taxes.

All right, let's take
a look at exhibit 65.

Your Honor.

Now, this document is signed
by the custodian of records

for the LA Clippers and
Beverly Hills properties.

It says there,

"Unable to locate any employment
records regarding V Stiviano."

Well, like I said, I
wasn't a normal employee.

I guess that's a fake form
he gave you to discredit me.

He can be full of trickery.
He's a racist and a liar.

Racist?

But you told Barbara
Walters that you loved him.

He was a friend.

He could be sweet to me.
He was my best friend.

A sweet best friend billionaire
who got you a house, right?

He bought me a lot of things
as part of my work for him.

And also because he
wanted to take care of me.

He wanted me to be family.

He had never been inside
of a Ross or a Target.

We did that together.
And he did things for me.

He bought me a Bentley.
He bought me a Ferrari.

Really? Because in
Mr. Sterling's sworn deposition,

he says, and I quote,
"The cars are mine.

I put them in her name because
of her criminal record."

I quote, "She was an
indigent on welfare.

If she killed somebody, I
didn't want to be liable."

[footsteps echo]

[sobs]

[bar chatter]

Where's your entourage?

Bram wanted me to do
Playboy. [chuckles]

Skin mags for old farts.

That is kind of
your demographic.

Well, I turned it down.

And then everyone kind
of just forgot about me.

The witch took my house.

The judge didn't even
publish the verdict

so no one can use
it for future cases.

Even he knew it was wrong.

Donald, he's just
a vindictive, mean,

bad, bad man full of BS.

Where are you staying?
Airbnb out in Van Nuys.

I don't know how they can charge so much
for something with no charm or amenities.

My mom offered to put me and
the boys up in San Antonio.

My sister's out there already.

She says she can get me a
job at Cingular Wireless.

Cool.

Hey, I'm sorry I was a dick.

Would you be sorry
if you hit it big?

- No.
- Mm-hmm!

[laughing]

You are fucked up in
your own unique way.

But we all grew up under
billboards of Heidi Klum.

I didn't. Just kidding.

"I'm Mr. Sterling's right-hand
arm... Man" Not really.

[patrons laugh] "I'm
Mr. Sterling's right-hand job."

Hi. We're actually just
having a business meeting.

So... Oh, excuse me.

I didn't realize it
was a whore convention.

Very important whore business.

Go back to eating
your Cobb salad.

- Little bitch.
- Are you serious?

- Did you just take my picture?
- You're in public.

- You're a public figa, nigga.
- Wait. What?

No, you can't say
that. Don't say that.

If you can say it, I can say it.

I hope men like you
go fucking extinct,

you white piece of
shit. Fuck you, bitch!

Girl, ignore him. He probably
has rabies. Fuck you!

- You probably have crabs.
- Show us some fucking respect.

- Respect for what? Two gold-digger niggers.
- What?

- What? What the fuck?
- Okay, come on.

Fuck you, bitch!
I'll fuck you up!

- To $2 billion!
- Shh!

[whispering] To $2 billion.

[laughing] How
many zeros is that?

How much did you buy the
team for, way back when?

Oh, 12-and-a-half million?

Oh, my God. That's nothing.

I was nuts

to let Donald talk me into it.

We didn't know anything
about basketball,

and the league was a mess.

But it's every man's
dream to own a team.

Who can say why?

Did you get yourself a closing
gift? A chalet in Biarritz?

No, I like being at home.

Yeah. Well, with your
view, why travel, right?

Ladies, I'm so sorry. Would you excuse
me, 'cause I really have to tinkle.

Me too. It's the tomatoes.

They're a diuretic.
I'll wait for you.

- And what is a Clipper anyway?
- It's a bird.

You think they have
a drug problem?

Probably.

Shell.

It's almost a 16,000%
return on your investment.

That's an eyepopper. Oh,
it's not two billion profit.

Not after the Obama
tax. [chuckles]

Right. But why did you need
to get the duplex back?

Why... Why bother with V?

Well, it's the principle.

And I did a nice thing with it.

I gave it to my housekeeper.

Gladys owns it now? No.

I own it. She lives there.

Does she want to?

What on earth do you mean?

All these years I've... I've thought
that maybe you had Stockholm syndrome,

because you married
Donald so young.

I thought maybe you were serious

when you were waving your divorce
papers at Barbara Walters.

I mean, no one would
possibly do that as a stunt.

I thought maybe you
were finally waking up,

but you were never asleep.

And you're not divorcing Donald?

[laughs]

You two were made
for each other.

What?

You both think
you own everybody.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I worked through
my marital problems,

instead of joining you.

With your flowy shirts
and your consignment shops

and your long hugs.

I'm sorry I made money.

I never realized it was a
condition of your friendship

that I give it all
up like you did.

[chuckling scoff]

Here you go.

Oh, it's been
taken care of, sir.

[Shelly quietly] I can't believe
that you would talk to me like that.

Hello, Shelly. [gasps] Oh...

This is my son, Austin.
He plays for the Pelicans.

We're thinking about maybe
bringing him out for the Clippers.

You know, make it more
our own a little bit.

Good for you.

This is my... This is Justine.

Shelly, you didn't have to waste
your money buying our lunch.

I was gonna have my
agent expense it.

Honey, it was my
way of saying hello.

I miss you all.

It's been so hard
giving up the team,

but I wanted to do the
best thing for the players.

Ubuntu, as you say: Be
great through others.

Yeah. Well, but you didn't
really give it up though.

Well, what do you mean? Well, I
was looking at our financials.

You still have 12 tickets
for every game, VIP passes,

free food, free parking.

If we win a title,

you get three
Championship rings.

Why three? I have
no fucking idea.

You are officially the
team's number-one fan,

and that's codified
in your deal.

And you and Donald still
own our practice space,

which means you'll probably
just keep taking our rent money.

Looks like you did pretty good.

And that absolutely
fills me with rage.

I know that Donald likes
to eat other people's food.

Maybe you do too.

After all, you paid for it.

[sniffs] Nice to
meet you, Justine.

Come on, Son.

[chuckles]

You don't own him.

[Mac on phone] There's another
thing that came in for you.

Looks like they want to
interview you for a podcast.

It does not pay.
But it's for ESPN,

and a well-respected journalist.

Say no. V, look.

This could help you
get a book deal.

You have all those
other recordings.

There could be opportunities to
cash in on some of those things.

Thanks, but I agreed not
to talk about it anymore.

V, this could help
you... I gotta go.

V...

Mr. Sterling home?
He's supposed to be.

I can sign for it,
I'm his assistant.

Don't fall asleep out here. We
just had the melanoma scare.

Don't worry. I
won't fall asleep.

And don't forget,

we have dinner tonight
with the LaSordas.

Thank you for reminding me.

So sad.

[Donald on recording] If
you don't want to walk

into a basketball game
with a certain person,

is that racist?

- [V] Honey, I'm sorry.
- [Donald] I'm sorry too.

[V] I wish I could change
the color of my skin.

[Donald] No...
That's not the issue.

The issue is we don't have
to broadcast everything.

[V] I'm not
broadcasting anything.

[Donald] Then why are you taking
pictures with minorities? Why?

[V] What's wrong
with minorities?

What's wrong with Black people?

You associate with Black people.

[Donald] I'm not you,
and you're not me.

Optimism. It's a
force multiplier.

And we are going
to be hard-core.

Hard-core.

And then nothing
will get in our way.

And if something knocks us down,

we're gonna get back up.

And we're gonna keep
coming and coming.

And coming. And
coming. Hard-core.

[DeAndre] Hey. Hey,
l-look at Chris.

He all, "Lord, shut
this loud white man up,

and get me off this stage."

[laughing]

[Chris] Wait till
they show Doc.

Boom!

[laughter]

I ain't seen nothing that cringe

since I was watching
your ass on Conan.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, like,
your agent sending you out

to do these comedy gigs
about the Sterling shit?

Make it a joke? Laughter
unites, I guess.

Yeah, you going to unite the people
around roasting your corny ass.

Yeah, I know they can't
stick a happy ending

on this shit fast enough.

I heard a theory that the NBA
actually wanted us to lose.

That's why the refs
boned us in Game Five.

Wanted the story to be over.

They own the teams,
but we own the league.

- Hey.
- Talk that talk.

- Hey. Hey. Hey.
- True.

Power to the people, all that.

But I agreed to come to
Seattle for a bachelor party,

'cause I never had wings
or titties in my face

in the Pacific Northwest.

So, Jamal, where is
the strip club at?

Man, where we being...
where we going?

Where the titties, nigga?

Heyo!

[cheering]

This don't look like
a strip club to me.

Is this a high school?

What are all these
hoopers doing here?

Man, you want us to play drunk?

Hey, it's a midnight game.

Sober up for the young,
impressionable children, fellas.

You blockin' the kid. You
messed up the picture.

Hey, Blake, can you sign this?

My older brother
and I made them.

Y'all made this? Yeah.

Yo! Hey, check it out.

These children are
gonna wear us out.

Robbed. He was robbed.

Kareem just got a statue on
the Plaza. Might be you next.

You wanna look at my
face at every home game?

Why not? [laughs]

Thought you were trying to leave
that cursed history behind?

That's why I want
you to be honored.

I can't make 'em do a statue,

but I can put you
on the Jumbotron,

- and I can make everybody clap.
- [chuckles]

I mean, don't you care
about your legacy?

If I cared about my
legacy like you mean,

I probably wouldn't have sued
the NBA for being racist.

[laughing]

Yeah, I guess not.

What do you think people
are going to say about you?

Inspiring speaker, good leader,

not a X's and O's coach.

Some people say that
shit to my face already.

Single-mindedly focused on
winning to the point where...

I overlook a lot of
obvious shit, like,

my wife just filed for divorce.

And I thought we was doing okay.

How fucked up is that?

Well, I guess you don't
talk to your wife,

you don't make love to her,

you invest all your
energy in the quest

for a fucking second title.

That'll fill the hole, right?

Nah. There's repercussions.

I'm sorry.

You think you're over it,
wanting another title?

No.

I want one bad.

But some days,

I wish I'd have been
like you through this.

Look, I wanted to win
in spite of Donald.

Overcome.

But we couldn't.

Maybe we should've boycotted.

Maybe we should have shown
people that we were...

hit too hard to play.

But I'm... I'm looking
beyond all this now, Elgin.

I'm looking.

Well, this world
will hit you again.

And you still young
enough to hit back.

You showing off now.

I need to shoot till
it sounds right.

[ball swooshes into net]