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Nine for 12 beyond the arc...

Sorry, gotta ice the knees, folks.

Okay, that guy blows me off every night.

- Explain yourself.
- I am extremely uncomfortable around you.

Our bodies are sending us messages
and it's perfectly healthy.

We got a direction. We got
some humility and some honesty.

I fucking love it. I fucking love it!

Hey, I really appreciate you taking
the time with me today, Jimmy.

Takin' an interest.

It's $10 million, man. It's your call.

Whatever you think,
man. I'll ride with you.

Oh, shit.

Yo, blow that flame out.

Shit.

How's it feel kickin'
the world's ass like that?

- Oh, the world had it coming.
- Yeah.

Tell me again how Cam's even got
an opt-out clause after one season?

Because Cam has a fantastic manager.

Reggie Vaughn.

- Edward Pain.
- The Theo Epstein of basketball.

Nice to meet you in person.

I know this is a short
layover, so I'll get to it.

Indianapolis has a lot to offer.

World-class auto racing,
a riveting state fair.

All we're interested in is
a four-year max deal for Cam.

Jeez, wanna buy a girl a drink first?

I did. I come prepared like that.

The question is, do you?

- So you came all this way for a nod?
- I came for a whiskey.

Enjoy yours on me.

Any chance you're going
to Milwaukee for a beer?

What can I say? We're thirsty.

Flight 1457 departing for Miami.

As you know, Cam can opt out
of his contract with Atlanta

at the end of this season
and become a free agent.

And as you know, we don't
want to leave Atlanta.

- Yes, we know that.
- We have a big, beautiful house.

Agreed. New friends like the Freemans.

And Jimmy Flaherty.
- We feel you.

- The strip club got crab cakes, though.
- Nobody wants to leave.

We just want to make
the best deal we can.

And per Cam's agent, the way we do that

is to convince Jimmy
Flaherty that we might leave.

Why?

Because success in business
is like success in the bedroom.

Nothing gets the job done like leverage.

It is almost Easter time.

That means that we're gonna
see a lot of Jimmy Flaherty.

And it also means we
cannot show any weakness

or he'll know that we're bluffing,

so when you see him, either avoid him,

stay off the subject, or lie
through your fuckin' teeth.

- Am I clear?
- And if he calls your bluff,

where would we be going?

Milwaukee or Indianapolis.

- Oh, my God, that sounds bad.
- That's bullshit.

Those are horrible places.

We know.

This shit better work.

Milwaukee is the breeding
ground for serial killers.

And where the fuck's
Indianapolis anyway?

You don't wanna know.

Reggie, my expertise is at
your disposal in this process.

I planned a trip to Shanghai,
but I will happily postpone.

Well, thank you, Chen, but
if I don't do it on my own,

it won't feel near as good.

Mm, I understand. I remember
my first bold venture.

My father offered to
advise me, but I refused.

And you made a fortune, didn't you?

No, I lost $73 million.

But the experience was invaluable.

- Are we exchanging nuclear codes?
- We are being discreet.

- How's Cam?
- He says hello.

- No, he doesn't.
- He would if he knew I was here.

So you know about me and Cam?

- Don't know anything I shouldn't.
- Moving on.

I got an exclusive for
you if you're interested.

Let me guess. It's about Cam's opt-out

and it's something you
want Flaherty to read.

- You've done this before.
- It's my profession.

- You can't say it came from me.
- A "well-placed source."

Indianapolis and Milwaukee
will make Cam max offers.

Flaherty can offer you more years
and more dollars than anyone else.

Correct, but if he doesn't do so in the
next couple of weeks, we're movin' on.

Why force the issue? Why not
wait till after the playoffs?

Because anything can
happen in the playoffs...

Injury, scandals, apocalypses.

There's no plural to "apocalypse."

There's just gonna be one if any.

Cam has had the season of his life.

His value will never be higher
than what it is right now.

I'll just say you don't want
to be a distraction to the team.

Now you're thinking.

- Why'd you pick me for this?
- Trust.

No, Ma, not the face. You
gotta go around the side.

We always knew you'd
get into Georgia State.

We just thought it'd
be the penitentiary.

- Shut up.
- I'm just playin'.

First woman to go to college
in our family. I might cry.

- I cried when I saw the tuition bill.
- Hey, it's in-state.

One semester costs less
than a night at Onyx.

Seriously, Mary Charles, I'm very
proud of you. I don't say that enough.

- Whatever, but thank you.
- Ha!

That's not funny. I was
having a sentimental moment.

The way you say it, 'cause
you got a knife in your hand.

Uh-oh.

Can you cut the cake?
That's cute. Cut the cake!

Mr. Flaherty!

- Who's the hot freshman?
- Jimmy.

Thank you for coming.
Thank you for everything.

All I did is make a phone call
and vouch for your potential,

which I happen to think is immense.

- For you.
- Jimmy.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

Don't speak in banalities.

I... I don't know what those are.

Meaningless things that you don't mean

like "You didn't have to do that,"

or "I don't wanna be a
distraction to the team."

- Wow!
- Is that Prada?

To separate you out from
the great unwashed masses

of other freshmen who need to
recognize the beacon in their midst.

- That's really generous of you.
- I'm like that.

Would you gentlemen care
to join me in the pavilion?

Sure.

- You realize what's happenin'?
- Shit.

You disloyal motherfuckers.

- We didn't say we were leaving.
- We just said we might.

- Yes, in the paper.
- Ain't no papers anymore, Jimmy.

There are fuckin' websites of papers.

And maybe if there were still papers,

there'd still be some decent
behavior left in the world.

- It's just business.
- Don't talk to me about business.

I was doing business
at the highest levels

when your idea of doing business
was taking 80 bucks from a booster.

Booster? I went to the
University of New Hampshire.

- We didn't even have fans.
- This isn't just business.

This is business between
friends, God damn it.

And it plays by a completely
different set of rules.

Rules that you, still new to business,

are obviously not sophisticated
enough to understand.

I see.

Friends don't hold
friends' feet to the fire.

And if they do, they
don't do it in the press.

- I'll make a note.
- And what do you have to say about all this?

I... I'm just... I'm speaking
through my representatives.

You're speaking through your throat

and what's comin' out is bullshit.

Hey, there's a very
easy way to solve this.

Five more years max money.

Can't. I'm up against the salary cap.

I need every dollar to bring
in somebody who can rebound.

Then stop buying Latvians.

They play small and,
frankly, they smell funny.

There are two at the end of the bench
that are prime candidates for a buyout.

Buyouts are like burning
money and I don't like dealing

with their agents who are also Latvian.

I have to repeat
everything like seven times.

This is the business you've chosen.

What is it you always say?

"I see how it is"? Well...

... I see how it is.

Tell M-Chuck I'm sorry I couldn't stay,

but I had to go home and throw up.

'Cause "this is the
business I've chosen."

Sure this is a good idea?

It's gonna be all good.

- Thank you for meeting me.
- It was on my way.

Me, I don't take public transportation.

- Why not?
- The public.

Jesus, you're attractive.

All right, cut the shit
and cut to the chase.

Sorry, it was a reflexive reaction.

I mean, yes, I see you at
the arena, but that's work.

One-on-one, you're
upsettingly beautiful.

Did you have any actual
business you wanted to transact?

Because if not, I'm going to work.

I'm sorry. My social skills
are eroding in this job.

I know Reggie used you as a mouthpiece,

but I would never stoop that low.

Unless I had to, and now I do.

So here's an exclusive, but
you can't say it came from me.

- A "source close to the team."
- Blah, blah.

If Cam wants to set
an arbitrary deadline,

let him go to one of those
bumblefuck cities with my blessing.

He can freeze his ass off and
wear those ugly fuckin' uniforms.

And good luck selling
his Buckhead McMansion

in a still struggling housing market.

You can print every syllable of that.

I may have to edit for
space and common courtesy.

Off the record, courtesy
is exactly what's missing

from this little negotiation of theirs.

No acknowledgment of everything
I've done for that family.

Actions speak louder than words.

- Actions don't spit on my forehead.
- I'm sorry.

But you're a muckraker and
it's time to rake the muck.

And when you do, sometimes some
of the muck gets on your face.

Leaving now.

Again, I apologize.

You're not seeing me at my best.

- It's a bad story...
- I know, I get it.

Hey, listen, listen. Flaherty
didn't mean what he said

in his Isa story any more than
we meant what we said in ours.

So this is all just a river of bullshit?

What do you think a negotiation is?

Chen once told me don't
jump into the river

unless you're willing
to go over the waterfall.

We've been enjoying a
nice break from sayings.

Why are you still wearing
your Nigerian clothes?

They're colorful and comfortable.
My junk can go with the flow.

Last question I ever ask you.

I'm not asking you anything.

Reg, I'm starting to get
a bad feeling about this.

That's exactly what Flaherty
wants. Just tamp it down.

All of you be cool and
unflappable like Bridget here.

- Bridget, say something out of anger or fear.
- I will not.

You see?

- That's him.
- Squeeze, walk your junk

to the door and let the motherfucker in.

Go ahead, "Big Yellow."
Pikachu-looking motherfucker.

I'd like to say a few
words on this Palm Sunday.

The day Jesus returned victoriously
to the city of Jerusalem.

This great man rode
into town on a donkey

humbly, timidly, respectfully,

but ever vigilant knowing that
His friends had become His enemies

and planned to crucify Him in the end.

He still sat down for one last supper

with the people He cared for most.

All good things end

just like Jesus' life ended.

But the very good things, like Jesus,

rise again in another city,

the city of God.

- Well, cheers.
- Cheers.

Give it up for Jesus. He have
a tough week ahead of Him.

Squeeze! You know He doesn't
fuckin' die every year, right?

He died once, He rose again, that's it.

Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Well, that was awkward as fuck.

We just got to play it
out. We'll win in the end.

Win what?

Why we got to hoover up every
$50 bill that's lying around?

Because it is there to be hoovered.

And because you spend it
like a Hoover on reverse.

- $5 million for them missing nostril kids?
- Frozen.

I got years left to
make plenty of money.

Sure, till you sustain a major injury

or you lose your shooting touch,
or you get hit by a fucking...

Okay, okay.

Hey, Cam, if Uncle J's
death taught us anything,

it's that the future
is promised to no one.

All we got is today.

I don't like negotiating
like this. It feels dirty.

Owners should know your value.
Negotiations should be clean.

Hey, look, the world is not clean.

It's ugly. We can't change it.

All we can do is work
within the ugliness.

I know it... it's
harder to be straight up,

but I don't care because I like
feeling good about our shit.

I like sleeping nights. And
because how you get something

is more important than what you get.

The only people who think that way

are the people who
already have the what.

Flaherty is a friend.

Not right now he ain't, okay?

He can't be your friend
because he's your employer.

You can't be true friends
with somebody who pays you.

- It is not possible.
- We can be close to true.

They have a word for
close to true... false.

He spends holidays with us.

He was at the hospital
when Unc was dying.

He helped get Chuck into college.

All of those moves were calculated.

- Bullshit.
- To a certain degree.

Now, I am not saying
that he doesn't love you.

What I'm sayin' is he's a
businessman and on some level

he was thinkin', even when
he was drivin' to the hospital

or when he made the
phone call for Chuck,

that in a few months you and he
would be sittin' down for negotiations

and all of these things
would be goodwill in the bank.

- He's a good dude.
- He's a good dude

who's actively trying not
to pay you what you're worth.

But we got leverage, Cam.

He built a winning team around you.

If you go, he gotta start all over.

He is scared. He is terrified.

I can smell it on him.

He ain't the only one.

Ain't no scarier words
in the English language

than "Milwaukee" and "Indianapolis."

But we ain't going to
either one of them places.

We are using them as we
should and as we must.

- Dude, when did you get so cold?
- I'm not cold.

I just realize what you should realize

and that is everything dies,

everything is bullshit except money.

Money goes on. Money protects you.

It bends the world to your will.

It's a bodyguard. It is a weapon.

It is the only thing that matters.

And the best thing, cousin,
like, the... the best thing,

is that money never,
ever breaks your heart.

Wow.

You want the money. Now, it
ain't flattering to admit it,

but you do for you, for the family,

and so you can give it away

with that beautiful
impulsiveness that is only you.

So sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up,

and let me get it for you.

Jesus, what is this place?

Well, it's kind of a home
for broke-down strippers.

Think it's supposed
to be enjoyed as campy.

It's not meant to be erotic.

- I sure hope not.
- It's more retro.

Can we talk about whatever it is
you made me come here to talk about?

Because I really want to be out
the door before her pants come off.

Here's your next column.
Same source protocol.

Flaherty thinks Cam won't
like Milwaukee or Indy?

Well, that may or may not be
true, but it also may not matter

because there is a third team
in the mix with a max offer.

- What team is that?
- I'm not sayin'. It's a mystery team.

It'll be much more persuasive
if the team has a name.

- But much less of a mystery.
- Flaherty will know it's bullshit.

- It ain't bullshit.
- Convince me.

Look at me.

You judge truth for a living.

Is there anything in my
face that says I'm lying?

Teams don't want their
names in the paper

till they're sure they
won't be left at the altar.

Thank you for putting it in terms
a single woman can understand.

Just sell it like I just sold it.

Okay, can I please go?

- She's not finished.
- Yeah, I... have fun with that.

Could we just once meet at a Starbucks?

You be careful. You're
gonna burn yourself.

- Peace be with you.
- And also with you.

And with whoever the "mystery" team is,

because if it's that
little C-word from Dallas,

I will rip his larynx out.

You shouldn't say the
C-word in front of Jesus.

I didn't say the C-word
in front of Jesus.

I said "the C-word" in front of Jesus.

And Jesus knows the difference.

Hey, Jesus is everywhere.

There is no "in front of Jesus"

and there is no "behind Jesus"

and there is no "be quiet
so Jesus don't hear you."

Don't you lepers know how this works?

Jesus knows what you would have
said if you weren't in His house.

And He knows who the mystery team is.

Would you two shut the
F up? We in F-in' church.

You know what I love
about the Catholic Church?

It's never too late to enter
into the kingdom of heaven.

You can repent on your deathbed.

The same can't be said about
tonight's midnight deadline.

I know when the F-ing deadline is.

- I pray that you do.
- Father, all right, good to see you.

- Lovely service, Father.
- Oh, thank you, Jimmy.

Tell me, uh, Father, who's the patron
saint of lying, manipulative thieves?

Well, that's a tough one.
Is he a repentant thief?

- No, he is not.
- Then I guess we don't have one.

What about rich, whiny people,
who's the patron saint for that?

You fellas seem like you need
to light some votive candles.

- Give me a $50 one.
- Me, too. I'll take 100.

Candles and donation box right out
front... be the best money you ever spent.

Thank you.

Father, I am so sorry.

They're forgiven.

11:59, Reggie. 11:59.

I know what time it is.
I can see what time it is.

- Flaherty's gonna call.
- He's not calling.

This may have been an overplay.

The world was our
fucking oyster, Reggie.

And there's no oysters in Indianapolis.

"Mystery team." I can't believe
you thought that was gonna work.

- It will work.
- It won't because it was a lie.

- In fact, Flaherty knew it was a lie.
- I'm not lyin'.

Then tell me who the mystery team is.

It ain't in your interest to know.

It's my life. It's my career.

You two are lying to each
other now? This ship is sinkin'.

Hey, I will tell everyone
when it's over, okay?

Well, son, that would be now.

I can't believe it.

You fucked up, Reggie. You fucked up.

Damn, you fucked up. God, you fucked up.

Reg, I had your back the whole time.

All right, smug fuckies,
you win. You got your deal.

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

Come on, man!

Oh, my God. Baby, you did it.

Thank you!

Thanks.

- You're late.
- You're goddamn right. Just sending a message,

which is that I'm not gonna
be manipulated even when I am.

The deadline was midnight.

Yeah, do me a favor and blow
me before I change my mind.

The deal's off the table, Jimmy.

Come on, quit fuckin' around.

- I'm dead serious.
- Reg. Reg.

Because I was 20 seconds late?

It's a matter of principle.
See, if I don't enforce

the deadline on this one,
the next won't have any teeth.

Have you lost your rabid-ass mind?

You got 15 seconds to tell
me you're fuckin' with me

at which point we can all laugh our
asses off and drink this champagne.

If those seconds pass, I'm
going home, the deal is dead,

and Cam is headed to the frozen north.

I don't need the 15 seconds.

Thank you for the
opportunity in Atlanta.

At the end of the season,

we'll craft a farewell tweet
from Cam to the fan base.

And, of course, we both wish
you the very best in the future.

- No, we don't. Are you fucking crazy?
- Is your sweater too tight?

Hey, Squeeze, show Mr.
Flaherty to the door.

He know where the fuckin' door is.

I just let him in five seconds ago.

Baby?

I know you don't want this.

You can dump him, you know.

You don't have to follow him
blindly into hell or Milwaukee.

People change
representation all the time.

Usually at times like this.

Dump him right now and take the deal.

I will honor it.

I am an Earthling
living in an alien world.

Hey.

I guess I gotta get back to the ship.

Bon voyage.

Goodbye, friends.

- Baby brother.
- What just happened?

What the fuck did you say
to him before he came here?

I didn't say anything.

- You take the deal?
- Nope.

But I wanted to.

You still don't believe in me, do you?

I mean, how many fuckin' times
do I have to hit a home run

for you and for this family?

What does it take to
earn a little faith?

- I have faith.
- You got front-runner's faith.

It don't mean nothin' to have
faith when things are easy.

A monkey can do that.

Faith only shows when
things are difficult.

I had faith about Jupiter.

On his way in and on
his way out, I had faith.

You don't believe in me.

I just watched you act like a child,

throw a tantrum and
kick away a huge win.

You ruined the lives of you,
me, and everyone in that house

because you lost a pissing contest.

How am I supposed to
believe in that guy?

I didn't kick it away.
I'm still negotiating, Cam.

You're dreaming.

Oh, I wish you knew your own value.

And I sure wish you knew mine.

This look like ruination?

This is Reggie.

What the hell happened?
Flaherty just called.

Most of what he said was "Fuck"
or some variation of "Fuck."

- He wants a meet tomorrow.
- Set it up.

Faith.

Why are we in a Korean salt sauna?

Because this needs to be a private
meeting and no one knows us here.

- It's 2,000 degrees.
- Yes, it's a fucking sauna.

By the way, the spa
clothing flatters you.

Is that your A game?

Why are we in a Korean salt sauna?

The heat and salt relieve
tension and remove impurities.

And right now that's what
we need in this shit show.

Pull up some hemp.

- Hi, Isa.
- Hello, Cam.

- Haven't seen you by my locker as much.
- Imagine that.

Okay, weird subtext.
Great, I'm intrigued.

I'm titillated, I wanna know more.

Ooh, but it's a
conversation for another day.

- It is hot as shit in here.
- Yes.

The Koreans call this the
"steaming colon of the gods."

- No, they don't.
- No, they don't.

I asked Isa to be here
so that she can record

and disseminate what I
hope will be a great moment.

Reggie, I apologize for
my hubris of last evening.

Please, let's not allow it to keep us
from a deal that's in both our interests.

- I don't hold any grudges, Jimmy.
- Good.

- And you can't be emotional in business.
- You can, but it's stupid.

The deal we almost made was a good
one. There's no disagreement there.

Great, let's wrap this up, then,
'cause I'm sweatin' so much,

my balls feel like
they're being waterboarded.

That is diminishing to those
who have been waterboarded.

Well, they're not here.
Don't write that down.

But what happened did happen.

And if you still want my boy,
you gotta improve the terms.

For fuck's sake. "Improve the terms"?

I can't improve the fucking terms.

You already have everything...
Max money, max years,

suites on the road, a lux box
at home, what more do you want?

Hookers in the training room?
Free cotton candy for all the kids?

I want another opt-out.

This is extortion! This is perverse!

You ask for Poland, I give you Poland.

You ask for Belgium, I give you Belgium.

Then you say you want France.

I am not giving you fuckin' France!

Already got France. I want Russia.

Russia? Fuck you both.

Especially you, Reggie.
Where is the fucking door?

Deadline is midnight tonight, Jimmy.

Fuck you!

Take Mother Russia

and blow it out your fuckin' ass!

Now what?

Now we just sit here
in this beautiful room

and reap the benefits.

Goodbye, nice house.

Goodbye, upwardly
mobile black community.

Goodbye, only older straight
white male friend I ever had.

You guys are ridiculous.

Squeeze, open the front door.

It's spring in Atlanta. I'll get
a face full of flying termites.

Just do it.

Get your ass up and go
get the goddamn door.

Ma, you don't gotta do all of that.

- He know my nerves is bad.
- God.

I was waiting till 10 seconds of.

I know.

You got your deal, you fuckin' bastard.

Don't nobody celebrate
till my moody fuckin' nephew

"Jay Z fucking Junior" says yes.

Thank you, Jimmy.

Everybody make room for the boss.

- Yes, motherfucker!
- Careful.

Don't get hurt.

Oh!

Mary Charles!

Not as bad as I feared.

- Reg.
- Mmm.

I got faith, man. I do.

Sure, now.

Now, then, always.

You gotta have faith in my faith.

Mwah! Welcome back to the family.

Thank you. Thank you.

Can I steal him back?

All yours.

Hey.

Now that it's over,

now that I folded, now that I caved,

now that I shat the
bed and went tits up,

you gotta tell me,

was there really a mystery team?

Yes, there was.

Who was it?

It was you.

Oh, that's your husband.

- You got some lipstick.
- That's my nephew! My nephew did that!

My nephew did that!

That's my nephew! That's my nephew!

My baby!

So proud of you.

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