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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

Q, you better not be
calling me from the ER.

Spence, they're in
the fucking house.

The fuck you talking
about? Who's in the house?

Suits from the NCAA.

They're talking to
my mom right now.

Fuck.

- All right, Q, listen to me...
- Why would they show up here, Spencer?

Fuck, man.

They're poking around,
asking questions about you.

Is this your idea
of handling it?

It's okay. You didn't
do anything wrong.

Yeah, no shit! What
am I supposed to do?

I want you to go out there
right now and ask them to leave

as politely as possible,
and let me handle it.

I feel like I've heard
this before, Unc.

This does not feel
fucking handled.

I'm gonna hop on a plane as
soon as we get off this phone

and find out what
the hell's going on.

It's Ohio State, man. I shoulda
never messed with them.

I should have just gone and
did what they wanted me to.

You don't owe them
a fucking thing, okay?

- This is your life. Do you hear me?
- Yeah.

Now, you wanna be a
Buckeye? That's fine.

Go right ahead.

Or we can keep going
together, me and you.

- We already gone this far, right?
- That's right.

Family, right?

Family.

- He's out, Charles.
- But he deleted the tweet!

In this climate, we can't
afford any more distractions.

We've already got that goddamn

kneeling nightmare
that never goes away.

I don't really see it
as a nightmare, sir.

'Cause it's not your money.

Look, just give me a couple
of days to fix this thing.

I really believe we
can spin it in our favor.

The Internet never forgets,
and the public never forgives.

We need Ricky. And he
really needs us right now.

Just two days?

All right! I'm gonna
make you look smart.

"Ter." I'm gonna
make you look smarter.

Charles, get out of my office.

So, before the meeting,
the kids were feeling a little...

I don't know, peckish?

So stupidly, I pulled
over at a taco truck,

which was really,
like, peddling leftovers

out of the back of a Nissan...

Let me save you the energy, Joe.

It's a soft pass,

but not for the reason
you might think.

- Oh, come on, Yanni.
- It was a decently clever stunt, Joe,

but, come on, you think I'm shocked
to see dumb kids act like dumb kids?

- Come on. Let me talk to them...
- They're cool, man,

but they're an amusement,
they're not a brand.

Maybe in a couple of years,
they'll hone in on their thing,

but for now, they're just
a disposable Insta-story.

No, no. You're wrong, Yanni.

With all due respect, you're wrong.
These kids have something special.

They have an authentic edge,

for real, that other companies
are gonna shell out big for.

Okay, then prove me wrong,
Joe. Make me the dummy.

No.

I'm not gonna make
you the dummy, Yanni.

I'm gonna make you rich.

Julian, everything
is under control.

- This is under control?
- Yes, it is.

I'm strolling through my
house hooked up to an IV,

and my sutures
are starting to itch.

- Everything's under control?
- It will be.

This is just a minor glitch.

You said that everything
was worked out,

that the kid was in the bag.

He was until Ohio State started
acting like a bunch of bitches.

It's okay, they
don't have anything.

This is the NCAA, Spencer,
it's not a court of law.

They can do anything
they fucking want.

And if they think you're sticking
your shiny bullet head up their ass,

- they're gonna come down hard.
- So let 'em.

Do I have to remind you how
much I sank into these rights

thanks to your sure thing?

You assured me that
it was totally kosher.

There's nothing
illegal about our buy.

Plus, they'd have to
stretch to link the kid.

Wait, link the
kid? Link the kid?

Are you telling me
that he's involved?

Do not fucking tell
me that he's involved.

No, of course not.

All right, listen to me.

USC is threatening to pull
out of this deal, Spencer.

And if I was not in danger

of losing an obscene
amount of money...

And I loathe losing
money, do you hear me?

I loathe it, I would just
as soon lose a testicle...

I would beat them to the punch.

Now get your shit together.

I just landed in Indy. I'm
handling it as we speak.

I hope so, because you'd
hate how I'd handle it.

Morphine!

I hope Jason was gentle
with y'all on that deal.

"Gentle" isn't exactly the
word I'd use to describe him,

but you know how he does.

California! Nothing like it.

But what are we doing out here?

Checking out your fly view?

You know, my mom,

she used to put trash
bags on the windows

so the landlord wouldn't
know we were there.

Used to get hot
as hell in there, too.

In the summertime,
it was boiling.

I remember the smell.

Kinda like cooking plastic?

I thought that shit was
normal for the longest time.

For what it's worth,

I didn't know that cereal
wasn't a dinner food

until about high school.

Look at all this, Chuck.

Look at what you got.

What we earned. And
we earned that shit, Chuck.

People out there hating
on us speaking out.

Like we should be grateful
that we making millions.

Like we ain't?

Like they don't complain
about their lives or jobs.

Bullshit. And we can't
complain about injustice?

And these same people...

Acting like they
just gave us this shit.

Like my dreams, life, house,
were just given to my black ass.

And my talent, my hard
fucking work and savvy,

ain't have shit to do with it.

- That shit ain't right.
- No, it ain't right.

But this tweet, Rick.

Man, you really got
people riled up this time.

I'm getting pressure from my
higher-ups to make some kind of...

Chuck, that tweet wasn't
even about white people.

It was about my neighbors,
it's their names. The Whites.

I'm gonna straighten
that out, though,

'cause they cool as
hell, lovely people. Really.

But more importantly,

I want to have the freedom
to say what I want to say, man.

Not just for me, but
for our children, man.

For our kids.

I wanna play for a team that
ain't gonna try to muzzle me.

Well, you can do that, you
just gotta finesse it in a way...

Where the white folks approve.

No, that your bosses
approve of, fool.

- Right.
- Regardless of their color.

Look, man, everybody out here
just trying to get his paper, right?

Everybody's about the green?

Come on, man.
Don't try me like that.

I don't believe that,
and neither do you.

Look...

Do what you gotta do,
man. I understand, yo.

Fine me, whatever. I get it.

But know that when
you're looking at your life

and the man you want to
be, ask yourself the question...

What are we doing out here?

Mr. Strasmore.

They're ready for you.

I don't think they are.

Mr. Strasmore, we can do
some small talk off the top here,

keep it polite, if that would
make you feel more comfortable.

No, Robert, it's okay.

That would be out of my
league, 'cause you guys

have become very rich men by saying
a bunch of shit that you don't mean.

So, why don't we just
get the show on the road.

What's your relationship
with Quincy Crawford?

- How do you mean?
- Your relationship to him is what?

You want us to arrange
it a few more ways?

It'll mean the same thing,
Spencer, so answer the question.

Quincy's mother and I are
pursuing a romantic relationship,

so I guess that would
make me a family friend.

- With benefits.
- Yeah, sure, if you want to

think about it like
a teenager would.

Yeah, friend with benefits.

And how do these benefits
extend to the young Mr. Crawford?

Well, Q, from time to time,
will ask me for my advice,

and it's advice that I feel I am
uniquely qualified to offer him.

- What's the nature of this "advice"?
- Specifically,

it's just to make sure that he
is not exploited and fucked over

by a bunch of rich white guys
who don't give a shit about him.

Ooh.

You really want to play
the race card, Spencer?

Yeah, why not, Robert?

Because I find it really
interesting that the only pro sports

that require these athletes
to pass through your clutches

are the ones that are mostly made
up of kids of color to begin with.

You mean football
and basketball.

No, I'm talking about curling
and fucking badminton.

That's a lot of
righteous rage, Spencer.

Yeah, it is.

Does this moral outrage of yours
extend to television network deals?

Taking recruiting visits
with high school students?

Aren't you a registered
financial manager?

We understand your good
pals, the Anderson brothers,

have just secured the
USC broadcasting rights,

and in addition to committing
a number of NCAA violations,

I'm sure you've
broken some NFL rules.

God only knows what
you tell your client.

- Quincy is not my client.
- Is that what you tell yourself?

Okay, you know what, I'm gonna
stop you right there, Robert, okay?

This is a corrupt organization

that has been rotting
from the inside out

for decades now,
and you know it.

And the public is finally
beginning to catch up,

but they don't even
know half the truth

about how you guys chew up

thousands and thousands
of kids every single year

under the promise
of an education,

then you squeeze out every
bit of value that they have

before you pass
'em on to the pros.

Or you just discard them
as if they got no value at all.

And God forbid they get hurt.

You know how I know this?

Because I saw it,
and because I lived it.

Robert, look at me.

I know where all the
dead bodies are buried.

Unless you want me digging
them up and dragging them

in front of the ESPN cameras
that you guys love so much,

here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna stay
the fuck away from me

and anyone who I care about.

Let me tell you
motherfuckers something else.

The next time that you
bring me to this shithole,

it better be to offer me
a deal and a huge check,

because you're wasting
my valuable fucking time!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Pass the ball.

Pass...

Yo, man, can't you turn
that shit off for a second?

Joe, what the fuck
am I doing here?

You're pulling me off the poker table
so we can watch Vernon play FIFA?

Man, chill, y'all.

This is sophisticated gaming.

Man, this shit
requires precision,

fast-twitch muscles, and
hand-eye coordination.

How 'bout I hand-eye coordinate
my fist to your fucking face?

Guys, guys, guys.

Look, no one wants to be
here less than I do, okay?

That isn't true.

We're happy to be here

'cause we want to invite
you in on the process.

Process of what?

The process of raising
the profile of Sports X

and its young phenoms.

So, you need my money and
you need me to market your shit.

Well, I wouldn't put
it that way, exactly,

but yeah, yeah,
we need a little help.

This is gonna be fun
as fuck, man! For real!

Yo, Vern, you remember back in
eighth grade how we used to do

the backyard wrestling thing
over at Dale's grandmother's spot?

Oh, yeah! Didn't you get a
Wiffle ball bat stuck up your ass?

This isn't the point, okay?

The point is, look, man,
we want to take that energy

with a little side project
we think is gonna help

take this company
to the next level.

And we're giving you
guys the chance to become

more than just the silent
partners you've been.

Oh, we gotta act, too?

- Yeah.
- Okay, well, motherfucker, this is me

acting like I don't
want to fucking kill you.

- How am I doing?
- Yeah, got it.

What the fuck
y'all want us to do?

Fire! Fire!

Wake up, Puke-achus!

I guess you guys think
your little stunt the other day

really blew some
corporate minds, huh?

We were just fucking with
'em to see if they could hang.

Just like with y'all.

- Well, it worked.
- What?

Well, he's still interested,
in spite of your little prank.

I don't know why.
Probably because of it,

to tell you the truth.

But do you want to know what
he said? I don't think you do.

He said that you guys
are nothing special.

He said that you're not shit.

Just some hood rats.

- Man, fuck that.
- Fuck that?

- Fuck that.
- Fuck that.

You think they're wrong? Why?

'Cause we own our own shit.

- Our own plane, our own track.
- Oh.

They can get with
it, or whatever, like...

Yeah, see, this is
the thing right here.

This is what I
was talking about.

There is a massive disconnect

between what it is you
guys think you're doing

and what you're
actually fucking doing.

'Cause what you're
actually doing is fucking off.

Fucking off.

With a little talent
and a little vibe.

But you still ain't shit.

Despite all that, we're gonna
give you a shot, all right?

We, um, stole some very,
very expensive cameras,

and you guys are gonna take them

and show us what it is
you want the world to see.

This is Sizzle, this is Vernon.

Some big, bad motherfuckers.

With short attention spans
and severe anger issues.

- They gonna roll with y'all.
- Okay.

But what is it that
you want us to do?

Hurt yourself.

Don't come back until
you've broken your jaw

or busted your fucking femur.

I wanna see your fucking
bone through your skin.

You little fuckers in, or what?

So, ya know, I
couldn't tell Ricky today.

I was gonna.

But he just got crazy real
with me and I just couldn't.

He'll understand.

Now, I know you
and Ricky are friends,

but he always makes
business-first decisions.

Remember that time you were
out begging with your hand out

for his new contract, and
he stuck his nose up at it?

This is different.

There's something
happening in the league.

In sports. In the country.

When Kiki gets older and she
looks back on this movement,

what is she gonna
think about her daddy?

Oh, baby.

She's gonna think that
he did everything he could

to make her life better.

Better how, though?

Like "Gucci hoops" better?

Or "she didn't get killed
during a traffic stop" better?

Listen... I love you.

Do what you need to do.

Joe, why you blowing me up?

Tell me this isn't
happening, Spencer.

- Tell you what's not happening?
- I just got off the phone

with a couple of heavily
medicated Andersons,

- and they had a lot to say, man.
- Are they being irrational?

I think the better question
is, are you being rational?

Your golden goose just got
himself grounded by the NCAA.

Oh, you're talking
about the Q thing.

It's a little bit
more than a thing.

They're ruling
Quincy ineligible.

And the Andersons are losing
their minds over this rights issue.

- Fucking NCAA!
- What did you do, Spencer?

Please, please don't tell me
that you decided to take on

one of the most corrupt and
powerful organizations in all of sports.

I did.

Fuck you.

Joe, I knew they were
gonna bite back, I just didn't...

You didn't care who they bit.

Look, I'm on my way
to see Q right now,

I'm gonna make sure that
they do not take him down.

I'm also gonna make sure that
the brothers don't take Sports X.

- Vivian Ramirez.
- What? Who's that?

Vivian Ramirez is the head of
housekeeping here at Sports X.

She has not missed a
day in over three years.

She supports two families,
one here, one in Ecuador.

She stayed on with us

because she values loyalty
more than anything else,

and she said that you have
a face that she could trust.

Come on, are you gonna
guilt-trip me right now, Joe?

No. I'm trying to give
you a dose of reality

that there are real people
involved here besides yourself.

Did you think about Vivian

when you decided to
gamble her livelihood

on this absurd scam?

Did you think about her or me
or Q or anyone besides yourself?

All right. Joe, I
give you my word.

I'm gonna take care
of everything for you,

for Q, and
especially for Vivian.

Yeah. Great.

Because your word means
everything these days.

Fuck.

- Jayda, listen.
- Don't stand there and tell me

you haven't been lying and
hustling me behind my fucking back.

- Come on. Just give me a minute, okay?
- You messed with Q's future!

- How fucked up are you?
- This is what the NCAA wants us to do.

They want us to fall apart so they
can swoop in and be the heroes!

Right, and you can't stand that,

because you gotta
play the fucking hero.

What are you talking... I
just want what's best for Q!

All right? I care about
him, and I care about you!

You don't care about anybody
but your fucking self, okay?

He told me. Everything.

Q told me everything.

See, unlike you,
he has integrity.

He doesn't lie to
people he cares about.

I was offering him a way
to buck the system, okay?

So he could get
paid his actual value

and not get used by these greedy
fucking old white dudes, all right,

who don't give a shit
about him! Come on!

Mmm-hmm. 'Cause you had
nothing to gain from it, right?

I did, yes, I... We did!

- Come on, I'm crazy about you both!
- You're worse than them.

Don't say that.

At least they're upfront.

"Here are the rules,
here's who we are."

That's not true,
they're fucking snakes!

No, you're the fucking
snake, Spencer.

It was you all
along. It was you.

Stay away from my family.

And enjoy your
slice, you earned it.

Jayda.

Jayda!

That moment...

That impact...

When you feel
that weight on you...

Your body just goes numb
trying to protect you from that pain,

that hurt!

Fucking idiot, dawg.

But only when you embrace it...

It's nothing.

Can you cross through
to the other side.

Where pain becomes pride.

- Holy shit.
- Yo.

Now, that's a comeback.

Hey.

Make this quick, Charles. I've
got that twit from Papa Johns,

and a hornet's nest of shareholders
I gotta plow through this afternoon,

- so come on, let's go.
- Okay, I'll be brief.

It's about Ricky Jerret.

- Went that bad, huh?
- No. No, actually, it went great.

- Really?
- Yeah!

Yeah, we're not gonna cut him.

That's a joke, right?

No. And not only are
we gonna keep him,

but we're gonna back him

and his right to speak
up for his beliefs.

Charles, you know that
this is a business, right?

It's not a not-for-profit.

Yeah.

Where's the new stadium again?

- Inglewood.
- And who lives in Inglewood?

- People.
- Black people.

Black people live in Inglewood.
It's okay, you can say it.

- Yeah.
- And those same people

would probably love to see the
team that represents them on the field

represent them
in their real lives.

That's great. Then maybe we can
get the Black Panthers to sponsor us.

Come on, Charles.

We should be so lucky.

There's a tide happening
in this country, sir,

and we can either ride on top
of it or get swept up under it.

This is LA!

This city has been at the center

of the struggle for equal
rights since the '60s.

Now, I'm not saying that we have
to endorse everything that Ricky

or any of the other players
are saying politically...

Charles, what are you saying?

We set up a team-sponsored fund

that fights social inequality

and injustice right
here in Los Angeles,

and we make Ricky the
face of the whole thing.

But what about the pissed-off
football fans, Charles?

Fuck 'em.

- Fuck 'em?
- Respectfully, sir.

You're gonna fuck
'em respectfully?

You want this team
to have an identity?

You want 'em to have a soul?

Then this is where it starts.

We have to win
over our city, our fans.

I promise you, this
is important to them.

Maybe even as important
as winning. Maybe even more.

So it's not only good
business, it's what's right.

Okay, Charles.

Okay.

But if this blows up in any way,

you're the one that's
gonna go down for it.

You understand that?

- I do.
- Good.

It's impressive, Charles.

Your commitment and your
passion, very impressive.

Thank you, sir.

You can go now.

Oh, you want some
work, old-head?

I'm not here to test
your manhood, Q.

I'm just here to
apologize to you.

Man, fuck your apology.

I trusted you.

My mother trusted you.

I can't even play for a fucking
community college now.

It's not only about you, Q.

You said you would handle it.

Then I hear from Ohio State

that you're in there
swinging your dick around.

- How was that handling it?
- It's not.

Yeah, no shit. This
whole thing was about you.

It's not. It's about my brother.

I don't want to hear about
your brother, man. I'm walking.

Took his own life, Q.

Junior year, he tore up his shoulder
in practice, he was never the same.

He couldn't play that year,
they didn't give him back

his year of eligibility.

He just spiraled out of control.

I could never get
him back in the boat.

If that's true, that's some sad
shit, but it has nothing to do with me.

And it doesn't explain
your shitty behavior.

No, it doesn't.

It doesn't.

But I want you to know I never forgave
the NCAA for how they treated him,

how they left him
out on his own.

And it blinded me.

And I'm sorry.

I came here to tell you
face to face, man to man...

- That I fucked up.
- Yeah, you fucked up.

And as much as it
kills me to say this...

I'm gonna leave you
and your mother alone.

We almost had 'em, though.

Huh, Unc?

Almost.

Pritchard says there's still a
chance for me at Ohio State.

Hey...

You're gonna kill it there, kid.

What about you?

The network, your
bosses and shit.

Fuck it all.

I'm gonna take the NCAA down.

Brick by brick.