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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

Joe, I did what I did, and
I don't feel bad about it.

Oh, my God.

Can you just admit that
maybe you were being

just a tad bit overreactive?

What are you, crazy? Lance
is hardly the victim here, man.

Plus, you said it best yourself.
We can be whoever we wanna be.

- Sir. Thank you.
- So what do we need him for?

Yeah, well, maybe I was wrong.

Besides, he's just pulling the
same shit we pulled at ASM,

wanting to do it his own way.

Ah, not quite, buddy. He was
effectively stealing money from us.

I suppose, but was it stealing,
or was it just overspending?

All right, come on. You know
what? The debate is over.

What's done is done. I know
he was your boy, but he's gone.

Get over it, and get in.

You put your trust in
someone, you know?

You bank your career on it,

only to get kicked in the
nuts with a pointed shoe.

It's so disappointing.

All right, he's fast and loose.
We don't need that shit in our lives.

Yeah, no, totally. So
what do we do now?

Well, we stabilize our client
list, and we rally the troops.

Jess, where is everyone?

This is everyone. Everyone
else went with Lance.

- Where?
- He started his own company.

Oh, fuck me!

Well, it was nice
meeting you guys.

No, no, no. You're not
going anywhere. Hang tight.

I need you.

Yeah. Excuse us.

Is this a fucking joke?

It must be, because I am
laughing my little scrawny ass off.

We bought the company
and its assets from you, Lance,

so the ass you're
laughing off is owned by us.

Oh, well, then you're gonna have
to sue me, aren't you, Spencer?

I will bankrupt you,
you piece of shit.

- Do you hear me?
- Well, as I understand it,

possession is nine-tenths
of the law, and currently,

I possess everything
that you want to keep.

You have a non-compete, Lance.

Yeah, about that non-compete.

Why don't you say
hello to Kelly Slater?

Hey, Spencer. I was gonna
call you on the way over here.

What's up, my
bald-headed brother?

- Talk to me.
- I'm staying with Lance, man.

You know I'm loyal to a fault.

Kelly, what happened to the
kanikapila we just had on the beach

with our 'ohanas,
what we talked about?

I don't let a good pig roast
get in the way of business.

Sorry, bud. I'm
staying with Lance.

Brother, fuck that motherfucker!

He's a piece of shit!

No, no, no, actually,
fuck you, Spencer.

Now, the GOAT, or King Kelly as
people who actually know him call him,

and I are just gonna enjoy
some post-wave good vibes

and talk about
making a lot of money

while you do whatever
you do as a hobby. Ta-ta.

Nobody fucking go anywhere.

We're going to fucking war.

One, two... One, two, three.

Damn. You are one angry
motherfucker today, Ricky. What's up?

He hits like he
hates white people.

Nah, that ain't true,
man. I love you, Randy.

I love you too, Randy.

One, two, three.

Thinking about
un-retiring, though.

Worked for me a couple times.

Actually, it worked
for you about six times.

Floyd, too. What's
the problem, Ricky?

There you go.

Well, how'd you
feel before you did it?

Emotionally or physically?

Before you answer that, let's
consider the source over here.

- He's always off emotionally.
- Sharp elbow...

- See what I'm saying? See that?
- I mean physically, man.

How'd you know whether
you still had the gift?

You never really know until
you get punched in the face.

Are you joking, Randy?

- Do I look like I'm joking?
- No.

Too rich and too pretty
to get punched in the face.

Shit. That ain't never
stopped me before, Jay, huh?

But you gotta really ask
yourself, what's your motivation?

Honestly, Ricky,

if your motivation is external,
money and cars, you are done.

That's what you asked yourself?

Yeah.

That shit's deep, man.

I like that shit. Therapists
ain't got shit on y'all?

Y'all should put
that in the class.

Oh, trust me. We work on
this more than we work on this.

Gonna be real with y'all, man.
I'd much rather be playing ball

than sitting around in my
Newport Beach mansion,

waiting to die.

How's that for motivation?

Let's get some more therapy.

Keep her going.

It's Strasmore. Spencer
Strasmore's my name.

Get me Tony Hawk.

Travis, I'm calling to tell you

we're making a couple
changes at the head office.

Shit. I'm not... I love Lance.

He's fucking insane.
Sorry, Joe, I gotta jump.

I hope your fucking chute
doesn't open, you dickhead.

Chutes are for pussies.

Tony. Just calling
to let you know

that we are no longer
working with Lance.

Yo, Strasmore, hold your pitch.

I don't wanna put you out there
any more than you already are.

Lance is the one
who gave me the idea

to do the video
game in the first place.

I wasn't gonna call it
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater.

- What the fuck were you gonna call it?
- The Bird's Nest.

The Bird's Nest?
Tony. Jesus Christ.

Long story. Either way,

Lance has helped me build
a lot of parks for a lot of kids,

so I gotta roll with the guy even
though he is kind of douchey.

If things don't work
out between you guys,

you know where to find
me, okay? I'm always here.

Spencer, I've got Laird for you.

Laird, King of the Seas.

Listen, my man, so
we're not gonna be...

It's too late. When I
signed up with the company,

I signed up with Lance.

You know, my dad always said to
stick with the wave that you rode in on.

That's what I try to
teach my daughters,

and, well, I'd be a hypocrite

if I didn't at least give Lance
the benefit of the doubt.

If there's one thing I understand,
it's family tradition, all right?

You give my love to Gabby
and take care of yourself.

- Where's Parker?
- No answer.

- Well, keep dialing.
- It's going straight to voicemail.

- Think he's with Lance?
- I have no idea.

Make a list of people who are
staying and people who are going.

I think that's gonna
be pretty easy.

Wait. Whoa. Are
you jumping ship, too?

Well, that depends. Are you guys
gonna promote me to manager?

Holy shit. Way to take
advantage of us when we're down.

Jess, get the fuck
out of these offices.

I'm only kidding. Take
an empty office. Congrats.

Great. I'll make sure we
take care of the phones,

so people know we
haven't gone out of business.

We are never out of
the fight, Jess, right?

The fuck happened to the TVs?

They've gone dark.

- Where's the control booth?
- It's right next door.

Let me know when
you get a hold of Parker.

Respect.

All right, bitches.
Let's get to work.

Major Teague!
How's your sunburn?

The sun didn't fuck me half as
bad as you did, motherfucker.

What are you talking about?

You lying piece of shit.

I'll fucking kill you!

What the hell's
going on over there?

Is that Tiffany,
or is that Tasha?

Take a wild fucking guess.

Fuck you, too, Jason,
you conspiratorial asshole!

I'm guessing it's Tiffany.

- Bingo.
- You got busted.

No, I didn't get busted.

Come out of there!

Your girl Donna put me on blast.

She put a pic up on
IG of me and Tasha.

The shit was
framed and filtered.

Why would she do that unless
you said something to upset her?

Come out of there, you pussy!

I ain't never coming out
of here with your crazy ass!

I didn't say shit about
Tiger, and that's the truth.

Be a man, Jason.

Okay, of course
I said something.

I'm an insecure fuck, just
like any other dude would be

who found out their
girl was getting dicked

by the guy that
won four Masters.

You need to fix this.

Is it even fixable?

Donna gotta call Tiffany

and tell her that she
brought her on the boat,

and I ain't know nobody
was coming except you.

Fuck.

You can't take care
of it, lose my number.

You cheater! You think
you can cheat on me?

Bitch is crazy.

Un-fucking-believable.

There you go. There's your
answer. They're all dead.

Hey! How's your
breakfast burrito?

Oh, it's delicious. It's vegan.

Oh, that's fantastic. Let
me ask you something.

Why the fuck are you
still eating breakfast?

No, I already had breakfast.
This is an early lunch.

Do you have a job around
here, or do you get paid to eat?

Geez, Spencer. He's just a kid.

I'm sorry, sir. It's just everything's
on hold, and no one knows what to do.

It's called work.
That's what you do.

You find a disc,
and you pop it in

of somebody riding some
sort of board, and press play.

- It's not that simple.
- Oh, no?

You run things around here?

No. The guy who
runs things was fired.

- By who?
- By you. It was Lance.

- I'm just the station manager.
- Well, Mr. Station Manager,

can you tell me, why isn't
anything playing on these screens?

Lance said go
dark, we went dark.

Everybody in the TV business
knows you don't go fucking dark.

I'm not even in the
business. I know that.

Maybe that's why
Lance wanted to go dark,

to do what's never been done.

Or maybe he just wants to
see how far he can push me

before I snap his fucking neck.

Look, I'm sorry. I did not
mean to make you madder...

Hey, hey. Get your nose
back in the tofu scramble

and shut the fuck up.

All right, listen. As everyone
around here can tell from our memo,

we had to let Lance go.

We're the ones in charge now.

What we want to see is
something on these screens.

- What did you have in mind?
- I don't give a shit.

Just make it pretty
and keep it going.

What are you guys doing?
Come on. Make it pretty and go!

- Did you find Parker?
- He's not picking up his cell,

but it looks like he's headed
down the PCH in his pickup.

How do you know that?

I hacked into his iPhone.

Well, I had his password,
so it wasn't that hard.

- I bet you think I'm a stalker now.
- No, I don't.

I think you're a very
resourceful woman.

Cool. Can I get another promotion
if I tell you where he stops?

Yes, you can, and I might
even be giving you my job soon.

Couldn't do without
you, Spency Spence.

Wake up.

That happened in reality!

Sizz calling. Third time.

Avoid. Avoid, avoid, avoid.

Like I do with Vernon and
fucking Odrick and James Harrison.

Avoid him.

Sizz, what's going on, brother?

I'm up to my ass in
acupuncture needles,

and they still don't cause
me as much pain as you.

So I'm assuming you heard.

Yeah. I heard you fucked some
shit up for you and your investors.

I'm one of those, too,
just in case you forgot.

No, I have not forgotten.

We had a little
problem with our partner

because he is a
self-indulgent prick

and a pathological liar.

Well, that pathological liar said
you cut him out of his own company.

- Where'd you hear that?
- From him.

Lance called me in
the middle of the night.

Your buddy Lance is
calling our investors now.

I've told you he was
a go-getter, right?

Not that that's a
good thing, but...

You know what I'm talking about.

Sizz...

Who the fuck buys a
business and fires the CEO?

It's like buying a team and
cutting your All-Pro quarterback.

I'm the CEO now.
He left us no choice.

That's bullshit.

As my girl says,

you always got a
choice, and she's right.

Lance is not the
primary asset of Sports X.

- The talent is.
- Shit. I got talent, too.

And my talent is my instinct
for protecting my investments,

and those same
instincts are telling me

you need to fix
this shit with Lance.

It's too late. I already
made the decision.

It's in the best
interests of ASM.

Well, I guess ASM
ain't in my best interest.

Fuck it. I'm out.

Sell my shares. Cut
me a cashier's check.

We done?

You're the worst patient ever.

You validate?

What? What? He hang up on you?

He wants out.

Oh, fuck me.

- There's our guy.
- Yo! What up, my dudes?

Where you been, bro?
We've been looking for you.

Yeah, I know. I lost my
phone in the tsunami.

What tsunami?

The one tearing
through Sports X.

Ah, we take it you
heard from Lance.

Yeah, I know. He left me
a long, crazy-ass voicemail.

Kind of like an ex-girlfriend.

Can't underestimate that
dude, though. You feel me?

- Yeah.
- I'll be right back. Just two seconds.

Listen. Listen, we got an amazing
plan in place, Parker, okay?

We want that to include you.

Next level shit.
Game-changing stuff, okay?

Parker, you can tell by the
way we handled that Coke deal,

we know what's up.

Listen. I know that we have a slightly
different vibe than you and your crew,

but, I mean, we can
still feel you, you know?

You think you can feel me, Joe?

Yeah, I can absolutely
feel you. Yeah.

Then what am I
feeling right now?

Uh...

Confused.

- Horny.
- Fuck. I should have said "horny."

I was gonna say it. I
was gonna say, "horny."

Parker, look, man, we
wanna continue to rep you,

and we're very confident that
we can do a great job for you.

Man, this ain't
pigskin, all right?

What makes you think you
know anything about what I do?

Oh, come on, man, when
those waves are firing,

and the energy's moving,
you're out there ripping your turns,

I know everything
about what you do.

Plus, I'm part Samoan. Come on.

This is a charming motherfucker.

Right? He's part Samoan.

- Of course he is.
- Must be something.

Look. We just want the opportunity
to keep working for you, you know?

Blow you the fuck up.

We're counting
on that happening.

I like you guys, all right?

I really do, so I'm gonna
be straight-up with you.

All right, I'm not
going with Lance.

All right. Fantastic.

- But?
- But I'm gonna chill,

go no reps for a while.

Just give us a couple months.
That's all. Couple months.

Stop begging. It's all good.

You change your mind,
you know where to find us.

- Appreciate that.
- You're welcome.

All right. I gotta go
get back to my friends.

- Go kick ass.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, so...
- Go.

- Appreciate it.
- Yep. All right, man.

- Take it easy.
- All right.

God damn it. I was
gonna say fucking "horny."

What... He's 19. Of
course he's horny.

There he is.

What's up?

You all right, T?

Yup. You had fun
with your He-Men?

Yeah, did good, man.
Got some good work in, too.

So you should do your organs a
favor and put it on your to-do list.

It's on there, all the
way at the bottom.

Did you get any advice
for your comeback?

- Some.
- Like what?

Punch me in the face.

What?

Is it so hard to
understand what I just said?

I said, "Punch me in the face."

Nigga, you crazy.

You think I'm joking? I'm not.

You asked me what I
learned. This is what I learned.

Now punch me in the
face before I beat your ass.

Don't hit me!

Oh, shit. You okay?

Might be ready.

It's time to have a real
conversation with Amber.

You've lost your damn mind.

Forget Amber. You need to have
a real conversation with a shrink.

You all right?

God. Our lives are over.

That's a little alarmist, Joe.

Yeah, well, this
ain't good, man.

I figure, best-case scenario,

we sell Sports X at, what, a
7, 8 million dollar loss, right?

But most likely it's just
gonna bleed and bleed

like a tumor
hemorrhaging in my ass.

That's okay. We
got a solution for this.

We just gotta find it. Okay?

Lance was my contact. This
was my deal. I brought him in.

I misjudged it. I'm sorry.

Absolutely not.
This one's on me.

It's my bad, and I
never should've let us

get in this shit
in the first place.

No, no. No chance. No chance.

I take full responsibility.

I had to see Lance
for who he really was,

not who I wanted him to be.

But it was a little hard when
you're rolling at Burning Man

dressed up like
a fucking Martian

pretending to look
at art installations.

God damn it. Hearing that out
loud, my priorities are totally fucked.

Tell you what my old
man used to tell me...

Hey, Spencer, Spencer.
Save it, okay? Save it.

I've listened to
all your stories

about your old man and
your brother and the...

I just... I just... I
don't have a family.

I don't have a family.

You know, I was an only
child. Both my parents are gone.

And, to make matters
worse, I killed my wife.

You did, didn't you?

I was just trying to
get your attention

with a big headline,
like you usually do.

"I'm an addict. I come from poverty,
and my brother committed hara-kiri..."

Don't fucking mock
my stories, man.

- I'm not.
- It's fucked up.

I'm just trying to tell you.
I'm not a former All-Pro.

I don't have 23-inch biceps
and a fucking horse cock.

I'm just speculating.

I had this, man. I had this.

This was my chance
to be the man.

You got two things
you're great at.

Yeah, what's that?

Fearlessness and self-awareness.

Don't overestimate me, pal.

If you like those qualities,
you can have them at cost

- because they don't mean shit to me.
- No. There's no need.

You've already given them to me,
Joe, just by showing me the way.

You've made me aware enough
to realize that I overreacted,

and I shouldn't
have clipped Lance.

And I'm gonna go
apologize to him.

Are you fucking
with me right now?

I wish I was.

Have I told you
lately that I love you?

Every day.

Babe.

Babe.

Yo, I'm in here.

Hi, sweetie.

What are you reading?

Sheryl Sandberg's Lean In.

I love that book.

Doubt you read it.

I haven't, but I support it, you
know, women empowerment,

females in the
workplace, sisterhood.

Exactly. So what's up
with the Chanel box?

- Oh, this?
- Yeah.

Just a little
something I got you.

For real?

Aww.

How sweet of you. Babe...

- It's beautiful.
- Do you like it?

I'd say you shouldn't have,
but you really should have,

and don't think this is getting you a
blowjob anytime soon, by the way.

Babe, come on.

Are you ready to admit
that you were wrong?

That that girl shouldn't
have been on the boat?

And by you staying
silent, you're an enabler.

Might as well be
fucking her yourself.

Whoa. How did this
become about me?

Because it is. You're complicit.
That's what you're not getting.

You're right. I don't.

I didn't, but what you
don't get is this is business.

Kisan's not my friend. He's
my client, that you put on blast,

and I can't even get him on
the phone until you fix this.

Sheryl would understand.
She's worth a billion.

Right. I hope you're not
asking me to apologize.

Of course not. I would
never. I want you to lie.

- Fuck you.
- Babe, just... Call Tiffany,

tell her that you
invited Tasha. Please.

It's just business.
It's my business.

Please.

He hasn't missed a beat.

This guy's already
operating at full strength.

I wish he had been like
this with us in the first place.

Yeah, well, getting fired
can be a great motivator.

Trust me. I've been cut
on several occasions.

Oh, I'll keep that in mind,
but I like my current job.

I wanna keep it.

- Hey. What's up, guys?
- Yeah, what's up?

What happened to
our call back, Nyjah?

Oh, man, I was out car shopping.

Car shopping? Don't you
have, like, 16 cars already?

Yeah, bro. I
needed a yellow one.

Yeah, you do. Fuck your cars.

Fucking bullies.

You know, that
kid really can skate.

Yeah, Joe, I'm getting ready to do
something incredibly uncomfortable,

so please don't speak.

Okay. Forgiving is living.

Let's do this.

Oh, no. Oh, wow. This
is... This is amazing.

I knew I'd see you guys again,

but I assumed it would
be in a court of law.

Yeah, well, that would
make the lawyers rich.

I'd rather concentrate
on making me rich.

- You're rich in spirit.
- Thank you, Joe.

Although, it is
a little bit evil.

Now how's life at the chocolate
factory without Willy Wonka?

Augustus Gloop, did you?

I gotta give it to you,
Lance. I'm really impressed.

You really turned it up a notch.

Shit's popping off here.

- People often underestimate me.
- That's why I'm here.

I wanna tell you
that I've overreacted,

and I was wrong to assume

that we didn't need
you, and I apologize.

I'm sorry. Would you
say that again, please?

I said, I apologize to you.

You were wrong, weren't you?

- He just said it. Lance...
- It's all right.

Now, well, listen. I'm allowed

to enjoy the moment
a little bit, aren't I?

To bask in the vitamin-D-giving
rays of your apology

just for a moment to feel it?

What? That makes me terrible?

To put it bluntly, Lance,
we can't do this without you.

I appreciate your
acknowledgment, Spencer.

It's a little late, but it's a
step in the right direction.

I am so impressed
with this guy right here.

Constantly improving
right before my very eyes.

So what do you say?

I mean, are you gonna
come back to work with us?

We'll make it fun for you.
We'll stay out of your way.

Well, that is a
very nice little offer,

but I think I've got
an even nicer one.

- What's that?
- I got new financing,

as even you can surely deduce
from all this bustling activity.

So how about this?

I buy my company back from
you at 50 cents on the dollar,

and you go back to
what you're good at,

football and finance.

Have a little moment, a
tête-à-tête. Mull it over.

So what are you thinking?

As much as I hate
this motherfucker,

and as much as I hate
telling you this right now,

I think we should
take the offer.

- Cut our loss.
- Losses, plural.

- Ticktock, ticktock, fellows.
- Remember? A lot of them.

This is a sunset clause.

Let's take the offer, get the
fuck out of here, Joe. Come on.

Yeah. Listen, hey, may I run
point on the negotiations from here?

- Take us home.
- All right.

So how about
you take that offer,

and you stick it straight
up your fucking ass?

That's a little reactive.

It's the only way
I like to be, really.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. No sale.

Okay, well, you guys
are making a mistake.

You know you guys
have got nothing, right?

You got a couple
pieces of whack talent

and a moderately
successful surf channel.

Without me, you got nothing.

I know, but it's what we do.

We make it work.

I am Sports X.

Rough day at the office?

- Brutal.
- Hmm.

Tell me about it.

I had a client
convicted of murder.

Well, guess my day
wasn't so bad after all.