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Kane is in the
building, nigga...

Now tell me how you love
it You know you at the top

When only heaven's
right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else is really trying to
fuck with Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks
to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know

This that Slumdog
Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

My real friends
never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused

Don't like my women
single I like my chicks in twos

And these days all
the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all
them bitches find the pole

Plus, I been sippin' So
this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go

- Keep her close, Roberto.
- Sure.

I give it five stars,
Tony. Five stars.

Hey. Come here.
How are you doing?

Oh, he may be fashionably late,

but our intrepid leader

does not arrive empty-handed.

Are you about to hand
us cash or something?

Even better. You
cannot sip hundies,

so I've been saving these bad
boys for a very special occasion.

Ooh!

Any of you motherfuckers
that don't drink wine,

fuck you, you start tonight.

Yay.

"Go west, young man. Go west."

Why?

What the fuck do you mean, why?

- It's a super-famous quote.
- By who?

I don't... Your fucking mother.

- I have no idea.
- Oh!

I don't know. Fucking...

All right, forget it. You go.

- All right, all right.
- Let's help him out, baby! Here we go!

I can't drop a quote.
I'm not that smart.

You're fucking Mensa
compared to this table.

Let me drop a little knowledge.

With success and
self-improvement comes obligation.

- Fact.
- And now we know that our brothers,

starting with
Mr. Charles Greane,

- the Big Man himself...
- Yeah! Last one!

I'm proud of you, brother!

And our other brother,
Tricky Ricky Jerret...

on their long, glorious journey
to the other coast, Californ-I-A.

We're just relocating.
We're not dying, brother.

So much pressure on
me, I feel like I'm dying.

Safe passage, our brothers.

These brothers are
flying on private jets,

not traveling on wagon trains.

Shut the fuck up!

I'm trying to deliver
my goddamn toast.

We love you. We will miss you.

And we will hold it
down until you return.

- Cheers.
- I'll drink to that.

May you always
have a clean shirt,

a clear conscience,

and enough coins in your
pocket to buy yourself a pint.

Irish.

Sit your drunk ass down.

I'll drink to that, too.

Spencer, walking me to my car?

Can't believe it, man.

- Don't expect a kiss good night.
- Ah.

Shit.

You might change
your mind about that.

Look at you.

I see all that neglect
last year didn't go in vain.

When I tell you I
got you, I got you.

I knew that then. I just wanted
some concrete evidence, brother.

- Like an episode of Dateline?
- Right.

Word on the street is, though,
you're looking for funds to expand.

Yes, we're looking to expand.

So am I, baby.

Count me in.

You sure about that?

Come on, man. Hell, yeah.

And they got another
five coming after that.

Well, I'm feeling the
pressure. Come on.

And you know you
want to follow us to LA.

You know you do.

Ah, no, me and SoCal don't mix.

Why? What's the problem?

It's a long story
for another time.

Come on. Get home.

- You know I love you.
- Love you too.

It's a little fucking early.

And a happy good
morning to you too, Spencer.

- Who is this?
- It's Candace Brewer.

Candy. What do I owe the
honor of hearing your voice?

I would have assumed you
were a morning guy, Spencer.

Picture you at the gym
at 4:00 a.m. doing curls.

I am a morning guy,
but today's my cheat day.

Mmm.

Plus, I'm feeling a
little under the weather.

Well, I have some info that
should boost your immune system.

I'm always open to good news.

You're on the ballot.

Well, contrary
to public opinion,

I'm not ready to throw
my hat in the ring yet.

I'm not talking
about public service.

Although, with the new
brand of politics taking hold,

you'll fit right in.

You know, I don't quite know
if that's a compliment or not.

I'm talking about the
Hall of Fame, Spencer.

And I wouldn't tease you about
something this momentous.

Wow! Well, I'm... I'm
actually speechless.

Well, I'm not. Congratulations.
It's well-earned.

Candy, thank you so much.

Really appreciate the call.

You're 10 hours early.
Calais' meeting isn't till 6:00.

Come on. Get ready.

Got things to do,
other people to see.

Like what? Calais is the only
reason I agreed to come out here.

- What are you doing?
- I don't know.

I heard you talking to
somebody through the door.

I thought maybe you pulled
something out of the hotel bar last night.

No, I was talking
to Candace Brewer.

The days of me pulling anything
out of hotel bars are long gone.

Yeah, me too. Gross.

Candy Brewer, huh?

Shit. We're in
trouble again, right?

I don't care. She can't hurt me.

Old trouble? New trouble?

No, no, no, we're fine.

I'm just on the ballot
for the, um, Hall of Fame.

You motherfucker.

- Congrats, man.
- Yeah.

God, I just got chills. It's
like I'm on the ballot, too.

Holy shit. You deserve it.

Now, come on.
Shower it up. Let's go.

All right, let's do it. Do we
have to sit in bullshit traffic?

- What are we doing?
- We're going shopping.

Where are we going? Rodeo?

No, Lance Klians.

He's an old Burn buddy of
mine. Ran into him last night.

He needs to sell his company.

So you're taking advantage
of somebody else's misery.

Come on, man. I'm
feeling good today.

Don't start the day
with a lecture on karma.

What does Lance do?

He's the king of
action sports, my friend.

- Hi.
- Hi, sir. I'm Andrew,

your executive assistant.

- You got something stuck in your eye?
- No, sir. It's a twitch.

It goes away after I get to
know my boss for a few months.

- I've had a couple.
- Oh! Okay, cool.

- Well, you just call me Charles.
- Thanks, Charles.

First order of business, where
do you want your desk and sofa?

Ah! Okay, so I'm thinking

we push the desk up
against the window.

We move the couch
over against the wall,

with the coffee table
and armchairs facing in.

Ooh-wee! You're going
good now. Something wrong?

It's just not very
Feng shui, your way.

Besides, I thought you'd want
it a little bit different than Les.

He had it arranged that way?

Why didn't you
speak up and say so?

Sorry to interrupt.

- Mr. Thompson. How are you doing?
- I'm good.

So what are you planning
with the 300 or so people

- who work for you now?
- Three hundred. Wow.

I didn't realize there
were so many people.

Oh, yeah. You have everyone
from administration, communications,

community affairs
and engagement,

consumer sales and
marketing, data analytics...

Andrew. I got it. Everyone.

Is this overwhelming for you?

'Cause you seem like
you're a little overwhelmed.

- No. No, sir.
- Good, because, basically,

everyone that works in this building
and in this organization in general,

they work for you now, Charles.

- Except you, sir.
- Yeah.

In my experience,

it's best not to keep
people in limbo.

You know, just cut
the dead weight fast.

Maybe they'll find another job.

Yeah?

Call me if you need me.

Whoever says they miss sleeping
in their own beds when they're away,

never slept in a
fucking five-star hotel.

Don't you love being
on the road together?

Huh?

Me and you? Where
are we going next?

Someplace romantic
like the Maldives?

Take that if the answer's yes!

- Yes.
- Hey, buddy.

Brother. How's the Left
Coast? It's pissing rain out here.

The last time I was in LA,

someone slipped me
a Mickey at the ESPYs.

I'm not even gonna tell
you whose bed I woke up in,

but they looked a hell
of a lot like Bill Cosby.

Sure as hell ain't nothing
like good old Miami,

where at least
the people tell you

they're gonna take advantage
of you before they even do it.

Yeah, well, while
you're out there suffering,

I need you to do
something for me.

All right. What have you got?

There's this kid I
need you to check out.

He's the top quarterback
in the country.

Yeah, the kid out of Stanford,
right? Arm like a cannon?

No, no, no. Not
college. High school.

Shit.

His mom's an old
friend of the family.

They just need some guidance.
That's all. Nothing shady.

I don't like the
optics of this one bit.

When has that ever
stopped you before?

All right? It's not about you.

Everybody with a bag of
cash is talking to this kid.

Just do it for me, and give
them a call while you're out there.

- Can you?
- Only for you.

Oh, you're the best.
Thank you, brother.

I miss you.

What's this?

Got us something special so we
could roll in style while we were here.

Wow.

Hey, am I crazy,

or are their palm trees
greener than ours?

No, they're just thirstier.

Goddamn.

This is a Real Housewives
of Orange County crib.

- Hell, yeah.
- Jeez!

Hi. Nice to see you both again.

I think that I am starting to
get a feel for what you guys like.

Oh! I like her.

Oh, baby, you
so sweet. Isn't he?

Oh, he sure is. Maybe, one day
soon, I'll find a man just like him.

Bitch, just open
the door already.

You know I'm just
fucking with you, Nancy.

- Is she?
- Don't get me involved.

So is it really true
that you're retired?

We haven't decided that yet.

But like I said before,
and I'll say it again,

I am retired, officially,
but the real blessing is,

I get to spend time with my
daughter and her beautiful mother.

We might go meet
with the Chargers.

No, we ain't meeting
with the Chargers.

Shut the fuck up, T.

Well, I really liked
watching you play.

Seriously, you need to stop
that before you get us all killed.

Amber don't fuck around.

It has his-and-her bathrooms
and his-and-her closets.

Oak and cedar. Hermes
orange in the men's,

Chanel pink in the women's.

- Well, whatever you want to do, baby.
- Mmm.

Like they say, "Happy baby
mama, happy life," right?

It's "Happy wife,
happy life," baby.

- Oh, is it? Semantics.
- Yes.

Okay, you know what?

Maybe you should show
me where the kitchen is

since I'm gonna be the one
doing most of the cooking.

- Okay.
- It's like a 24 hour-a-day job.

Baby Serene can
wake up at any time,

and I gotta fry up
some shit, you know?

Okay.

Let's take it to the window.

- Oh, you're so crazy.
- Yeah.

Only way I can tell
if I like the house.

- Come here.
- Let's give it our blessing.

On, off.

On, off.

On, off.

So what'd you say this
was? A Viking or a Wolf?

Fifty mil for a concrete
box with an "X" on it.

Somehow, I was expecting
just a little bit more.

Well, maybe they like to keep a
lot hidden beneath the surface.

Sort of like you, pal.

Oh, my God.

Whoa! Wow.

- Here you are.
- Yeah?

- Jaguar '67. An English classic.
- Yeah.

Like riding in the
Queen's vagina.

Rough ride, but worth
it for the prestige.

- I'm Lance Klians.
- Oh, it's good to see you.

- Congratulations on the HOF.
- I had to tell Lance. Sorry.

Ah, that's okay. Just on the
ballot. We'll see what happens.

Oh, modesty's your
superpower, not mine.

Lance, Joe told me a lot
about you in a short time.

Said you guys really tore up the
playa at the Burn on many occasions.

Yeah, nothing
quite like Joe here

running around in a pair
of steampunk goggles

and a banana hammock.

Christ. Sorry I missed it.

I'm sorry I saw it.

Yeah. I have no regrets.

Welcome to our humble abode,

seven years in the making.
We specialize in extreme sports.

We got 250 employees,

all with impeccable
taste, as you can see.

Athletes, branding,
distribution, Motocross, BMX.

If you can ride it, I
can sell you on it.

Yeah, you remember that
Robbie Maddison video Pipe Dream

that I sent you last
year? They did that.

Yeah, I did that, with DC Shoes.

Ah, I remember that
one. It looked expensive.

Do you know? It was expensive.
And it was all on DC's dime.

- No, I'm good.
- Hmm.

But to put it into perspective,

I don't imagine
it cost a lot more

than that exquisite pocket
square you're sporting.

Yes, Spencer also has
impeccable taste, as do I.

How do you feel about surfing?

Look at him. Do you
think he floats easily?

Ah. My ancestors
invented the sport.

Well, Spencer, you're in luck

because the Huntington
Surf Classic is next weekend.

That seems like hella fun.

The pussy is spectacular.

The whole beach
is strewn with pussy.

- That is, if you like pussy.
- I do.

This is Annie. She's
the head of our branding.

- Hi.
- Hello.

And this bright
young thing is Jesse.

She's one of our great
up-and-coming stars here at Sports X.

- What up, dudes?
- What up?

Hey. All right.

Well, I see Lance is keeping the
human resource department, uh,

extremely busy these days.

Spencer's very
socially responsible.

We don't mind. It's
just Lance's lingo.

That's right. Just
my cunnilingo.

Listen, do you need to know
about our daycare policy,

our drug-action schemes?

I'm assuming the drugs are
pretty prevalent in this culture.

Do you know what? We're more
corporate than you might think, Spencer.

I myself am five years sober.

- Just last week, actually.
- Wow.

Congratulations.
And Burning Man?

- Come on...
- Burning Man.

One-week hiatus, but
other than that, I'm clean.

- Doesn't count.
- Ask anybody you want.

Let me introduce
you to the team.

Okay, fuck off, you lot.
The grownups are here.

We've got to talk about
business. Come on.

On your way, get out there
and do what you do best.

No one likes a good-looking
homeless person. Go on. Fuck off.

Well, Lance, I gotta
give it to you, man.

This is all very impressive,
and I like the vibe

that you've created here.

That's really
kind of you to say.

And also it's really beautiful
that you came over here,

knight-in-shining-armor action,

because this situation
is properly fucked up.

My financiers come to me, and
they say, "We're buying you out."

I say, "Fuck that.
I'm buying you out."

Problem is, I don't exactly have

$50 million just lying
around, you know?

- Yeah.
- $50 million is a lot of coin,

you know, for a shop that
represents pro athletes,

regardless of how
hyped they are.

Well, they got a surf channel
too. Tell him about the surf channel.

- I mean, they're totally vertical.
- Joe is telling you the truth.

1113.

Wow.

Maybe it could be a
little easier to get to.

It's no different from
typing in "206" for ESPN.

- We're in 20 million homes.
- How about events?

- Do you own any of those?
- No, but we would like to.

Yeah, listen, Sports X
could be a global Goliath.

Do you really think our corporate
cultures would be a good fit?

I can get along with anybody,

but you're never gonna understand
Sports X in the board room.

Sports X don't happen here.
Sports X happens out on the beach.

Let's get out there, feel
the sand between your toes,

the wind blowing
through your scalps,

- see what it's really about.
- All right. I like it.

Baby, as much as I love
house-hunting with you,

I'm getting tired.

I'll bet you are.

How do you think I feel? I'm
like a bird without a nest, baby.

- Me too.
- Shut up, TTD,

before we send your
ass back to South Beach.

We can't get no privacy

in my mama's house
when we're having sex.

True.

Uh, baby, you don't have to talk

about your sexual habits
in front of your baby.

Why not, Mama?

She knows where she came from.

- Don't you, Serene?
- Let me cover Baby Serene's ears

so she don't have to hear
this shit. Ain't that right?

- Why you keep hitting me?
- Shut the fuck up, TTD.

Baby. Your language
in front of Serene?

You can take your frustrations
out on me if you want to,

but you know what I think?

I think you should rent, just in
case you want to go back and play.

You don't want to be stuck

with some $15 million
mansion you ain't living in.

- He ain't going back, TTD.
- Right.

I sat out all season,
didn't miss it at all.

- You telling the truth?
- Yeah.

Good, 'cause you know the rules.

Baby goes where Mommy goes,
and Mommy goes where Daddy goes.

It's what we call a family.

I don't need to be stuck in some
$15 million Newport Beach mansion,

and you gone half
the year in Texas.

'Cause that would suck for you.

Ain't gonna happen,
baby. All right?

- Who's that?
- Oh, it's Spencer.

Probably about some investments
we're looking into. You know.

So this surf thing is a
pretty big deal, huh, Lance?

WSL don't fuck about. The
Offspring are performing.

Last year, it was
Social Distortion.

- Those are recording artists.
- Yes, I know that, Joe.

I caught them on Warped Tour.

You don't strike me as a
Warped Tour type of guy.

Trust me, I'm not.

Well, we can work around that.

The important thing
to understand is,

this is not finance.
This ain't football.

This is more than that.

This is lifestyle.

Ah. You know, I like
our lifestyle in Miami,

where we have 200
people counting on us.

So what's a couple hundred more,
really, for limitless opportunity?

All right, tell me about
your current roster.

Pure fire. Tell him, Freelance.

Kelly Slater, Laird Hamilton,
Tony Hawk, Robbie Maddison,

Nyjah Huston, Zion
Wright, Travis Pastrana.

But, best of all,

the jewel in the Sports X crown.

Behold, Parker Jones.

Boom.

That's him right there, ripping.

He's favored to win the Classic.

- He's black.
- No, he's not black.

He's green.

This boy is money
wrapped in skin.

So you think he's gonna be the
Jackie Robinson of surfing, huh?

That he's gonna be the one
to break the color barrier?

More than that. This kid could
be like a black Michael Jackson

with an uncomplicated
erotic life.

I don't even know what
the fuck that means,

but I like your
forward thinking.

But this is not our business.

Okay, listen, I'm gonna leave you
guys to your couple's counseling session.

I'm gonna consult with the Great
Consigliere in the sky. Mwah!

All right. We'll be here.

- Got to love that guy, right?
- This is not us.

It's not what we do.
This isn't who we are.

Come on, Joe. I got
fucking sand in my shoes.

We're anybody we want to be.

That's what you
always say to me, right?

Were we financial managers?
Were we real estate developers?

Were we shoulders for 6'5",
300-pound Super Bowl losers to cry on?

No, we were none of those
things, but, yeah, we did it all, right?

You're ready to bet $50
million on your boy Lance?

Yeah. Yeah.

I think so. I mean, you
know, with our help...

You think so, or you know?
You don't even sound sure, Joe.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm ready.

How long would I
have to be out here?

Oh, Jesus Christ, man, what is
your negative vibe with this place?

Are you delinquent
on child support?

Are you ducking a paternity
suit with a Laker Girl?

- It's complicated, Joe.
- I didn't ask

for your fucking
Facebook status.

I'm just asking for you to get
with me on this opportunity.

Text your boy. Tell him we'll be
back. I want to show you something.

Okay.

I don't know if he's
got his phone on him,

but, you know, he'll get it.

What's up, y'all?
Charles. How you doing?

- Little chilly in here.
- I could have them turn off the AC.

I'm talking about the
reception, Andrew.

- I do feel the ice grill.
- Yeah.

I guess everyone's pretty
upset that Les is gone, huh?

No, they've just gotten
attached to their jobs,

and they know, with you here,
those days might be numbered.

Excuse me, everybody.

How y'all doing?

My name is Charles Greane,
the new GM of the Rams,

as I'm sure most
of you already know.

Now, I don't want to be
called "sir," or "Mr. Greane,"

or "Mr. General Manager."

"Charles" is fine.

All right, well, I just
want to let you all know

that I respect you all,

and I'm here for you during
this difficult period of transition.

So if have any questions...

Why did they cancel the
chocolate chip cookies?

We don't blitz enough!

That is a statement,
not a question, ma'am.

They call the chocolate chip
cookie cancellation "Cookiegate."

I did not know that. Thank you.

- What is it that you do here, sir?
- Merchandising.

Licensing and merchandising.

One of my favorite,
uh, departments.

I sell T-shirts at a
concession stand.

Still a big contribution.
Your job is safe.

Just make sure
you stay stocked up

with triple-XL for all the
big, cuddly guys, all right?

What about my job?

Our jobs?

- That's a little bit more complicated.
- Bullshit.

Look, we're all here
for one another, okay?

We can set the tone.

You guys are the backbone
of this great organization.

You are the Rams!

Are our jobs safe? Yes or no?

Uh...

Yeah.

Hell, yeah,
everybody's job is safe.

How about that?

All right? And I'm bringing back
the damn chocolate chip cookies.

Go Rams. Yeah.

Bullshit.

So what is this? You take
me out here to whack me?

No, relax. I'm not
gonna kill you, buddy,

even though I thought
about it a ton of times.

Yeah, well, join the club.

I thought about killing
myself a bunch of times,

but too much of a pussy.

Well, I'm glad
you didn't do that.

I wouldn't want
to lose you, too.

My brother jumped
off this bridge.

Are you fucking with me?

No, do I look like
I'm fucking with you?

William Strasmore.

Took a clean fucking
jump and killed himself.

Jesus.

Yeah, I was in my
junior year at the U.

He was a star QB
here for the Trojans.

Oh, yeah, that rings a bell.

Strasmore.

Shit. Well, what went wrong?

Just nothing went right.

Didn't start out
like that, though.

Yeah. I'm sorry, man.

- I had no idea.
- No, it's okay.

Not many people do.

He was my big
brother, the original.

He did everything I
did, only much better.

Fuck, I haven't been out
here since I buried him.

That's pretty heavy shit, man.

Even for me, and I learned
how to cremate my wife

on a do-it-yourself website.

Yeah, LA can be a
dark place, brother,

but, for me, it's
something much worse.

It has an indoor grill
and an outdoor grill.

Why you say that like
it's some sort of necessity?

You think, because we black,

we gonna die if we don't
have multiple barbecues?

Don't listen to him. He's
just fucking with you.

Shut the fuck up, TTD.

It's Spence again.

Well, maybe you
should pick it up.

Yeah, you're right. It's probably
about that money. Excuse me.

What up, J?

Hey! How's my long-lost client?

Shit, you got that "lost" part right.
Tell me something good, dawg.

I did what you asked.
I made some calls.

Good news. We may have a team.

Okay, who?

Cleveland.

Are you fucking serious?

Well, that's worse than being
here, stuck at home with Amber.

Yeah, I thought that you
might say that, but, listen,

now that people know
that we're open for business

and that you are ready to play,

more offers are gonna come.

J, I ain't built for this,
man. You gotta save me.

All right? You're the
one. Well, you and Jesus.

Listen, Ricky, try putting out

some good, positive
energy into the universe,

and you will get good
shit back. Trust me.

Shit, I love this place.
What they asking?

15 mil.

Fuck it!

Let's put down some roots.

Not to sound arrogant,

but I like a lot
of different guys.

I take a little bit from a
lot of different players,

but at the end of the day, I just
feel like I'm different, you know?

I have my own
game, my own style...

Is that the kid Jason
was calling you about?

Yeah, yeah.

- Impressive.
- Yeah.

Camera-ready, too.

I'm not really looking at the
kid. I'm looking at his mom.

- That's his fucking mom?
- Yeah.

All right, I stand corrected.
You should take that meeting.

- Hey, we didn't see you there.
- No worries.

I know I'm easy to miss.

Yes, you are. Let's have a seat.

You follow high school football?

I watch everything
and everybody.

Figure I'll be seeing the
kid in about three years.

That's how you become
Defensive Player of the Year.

Exactly. It's all in the prep.

Sort of like life, right?

Yeah, but investing?

That scares the shit out of me.

It's all right. That's why we're
here, and we're gonna help you.

Yeah. We pride ourselves
on making the right choices.

We're gonna create
an investment strategy

designed just for you.

Do you have any
questions for us?

Jason told me y'all were
the best in the business.

So, if he trusts
you, I trust you.

Plus, you guys flew
here to see me, so I'm in.

- All right.
- Let's do it.

- What do I owe?
- For the water?

We got you.

- How about that?
- Appreciate it.

- Now make me some money.
- We will make that money for you.

Well, shit, man.

That was easier than I
thought it was gonna be.

Because our
reputation precedes us,

and deals like this are just
gonna get easier and easier.

While others get
harder and harder.

You licking your wounds
already? Is that what I'm...

I'm not, honestly. I wasn't
even thinking about my wounds.

- I was thinking about yours.
- No. Don't think about my wounds.

- They're way too deep.
- Right.

That's why the only
thing I want to do right now

is get you back to
Miami in one piece.

We're not going back to Miami.

Wow.

Spence.

I so appreciate you
indulging me. I really do.

But it's not necessary.

I don't need to put
my pursuit of success

over your mental well-being.

This is not a
healthy place for you.

- No, it's not.
- No, it's not. Understood.

So I'll call Lance
and tell him we're out.

Joe, this place may
be a bad idea for me,

but it's a hell of a
good one for you.

Plus, it'll force me to
take care of my shit.

And that's been a long
time coming, my friend.

So we're gonna stay here.
We're gonna make that deal.

You'd do that for me?

I would only do that for you.

I have to do this.

I want to do this.
I need to do this.

- Oh! Thank you so much!
- Whoa. Easy, big guy.

Oh! You understand.

You understand. Thank you.

Thank you for suffering for me.

This is gonna be great.