All language subtitles for The Game s02e07 Media Blitz.eng

("Chillin' Tonite"
by Lil' Kim playing)

* Yeah

* I'm chillin'
with my baby tonight *

* I'm chillin'
with my baby tonight *

* Yeah

* I'm chillin'
with my baby tonight... *

No, no, no, check it.

This is just a start
for Malik Wright the rapper,

aka Malik Murder,

aka 40 Million Dollars,

aka The Muffin Man...

Aka I-I get it.

* We gonna freak somethin'

* Drink somethin',
toast somethin' *

* Now I got him on the move
like he stole somethin' *

* Get it poppin' all night
till like 4:00 somethin' *

* And then we right back at it
'round 6:00 somethin' *

* It's supposed to be
girls' night out *

* So you know he got my
girlfriends cursin' me out... *

So Kim's my girl,
all right?

She asked me to be here,
I heard the music, it's hot.

That's what it is, y'all.

* In the club hangin'
with my girls *

* I'm chillin'
with my baby tonight... *

So, Malik, tell me, what's
happening in the video?

So I scoop Kim up
in my Phantom,

we rolls down to the...
Wait.

Your Phantom?

Keys.

(clears throat)

(alarm chirps)

Malik, that's a half
a million dollar car.

Yeah, it is.

* Tonight it's just
me and my boo *

* Candlelight dinner,
sippin' some wine, too... *

And in case you don't
like the Phantom,

I got the Ferrari,
the Lambo,

the helicopter,
and I'm six hours away

from getting
my submarine license, baby.

I have to say that's
some lifestyle

you've made
for yourself.

No doubt.

Hey, kids, remember this:

you ain't got to sell drugs
to live like you sell drugs.

And that's one to grow on.

Malik Wright,
aka 40 Million Dollars.

Holla.

(laughing)

Whoo!

(chuckles)

That's classic.

(chuckling)

What you laughing at?

Man, this is funny.

Know that cat Chris Clements?

Yeah.

He got you in
his comic strip.

I'm in Snickas?

Yeah, check it out.
He got you throwing

a crack pipe to a kid.
Oh.

Well, I just hope the kid
scores a touchdown.

You know what
I'm saying, Tee Tee?

(chuckles)

No, Malik, man,
see, look...

this is one of
those things

that's supposed
to be funny to me

but tragic to you.

Man, I ain't tripping.

It's just the funnies.

I don't know, man, Chris
Clements got some major clout.

He's a nationally syndicated
cartoonist

in over 300 newspapers,

circulation of over
five million.

So?

Okay, white people read it, too.

Oh, this is serious?

Hey, y'all.

Good morning, Ma.

Morning.
Tee Tee, where's my eggs?

I don't know, Ms. Mack,
you're going to have to ask God.

Well, God too busy
holding me back

from putting my foot
up your ass.

Mama.
Hmm?

Check this out.

Uh-oh! High five.

Yeah?
Mm-hmm.

My baby's a Snicka.

So this ain't a bad thing?
No, boy.

Look, any press
is good press.

It's like getting clowned

on Saturday Night Live.
You made it.

Wha-- see, that's what
I was trying

to tell
Chef Boyar-Tee-Tee.

(both laugh)

So, look, now that
you've done good,

it's time for Mama
to do the same.

I'm headed up to
Monterey tomorrow

to hopefully sign
Damon Ainsley.

Whoa, Damon Ainsley?
Mm-hmm.

Dude led the league
in rushing last season.

That's big
time, Ms. Mack.

TASHA:
Yep.

Oh, well,
what the hell am I, y'all?

A Snicka.

Damn right.

Melanie, would you
just do my back?

No, I am not participating
in this madness.

It's not that hard.

I marked up the front.

Kelly,

you do not need
plastic surgery, okay?

Your body is perfect.

Melanie, wake up.

My husband is bored
with me.

And my stripper pole
is starting to rust.

Do you know
how painful it is

to slide down
a rusty stripper pole?

Oh, my God, Kelly.

Kelly, would you stop?

Look, you are one of the most
gorgeous women I've ever seen.

I mean, your stomach
is like flatbread

and your boobs

are like two scoops of

velvety vanilla
ice cream...

I'm sorry,

I missed breakfast.

I'm starving.

Look, the truth is,

I'd sell my soul for
a body like yours.

Really?

Your soul?

It's a figure of speech,
Kelly; you're scaring me.

Look, whatever's going
on with you and Jason

is not about your body.

Oh, my God.

It's my face.

JASON:
Hey.

Hey, what's up,
Melanie?

Nice double chin, fatty.

Man, Derwin really did a number
on that one.

Baby?

Uh, quick question--

what the hell have you
done to yourself?

I've let time ravage me.

But don't worry,

I'm gonna fix it.

Kelly, what...?

No, Jason, I
know that you

don't find me
attractive anymore.

(sighs)
But I'm gonna get it back.

A snip here and
a tuck there... Baby...

I'll be like new.
No.

No, listen to me,
I do not want you to do this.

Jason, if you're worried
about the money,

I found a discount
clinic in Guatemala.

You can even pay in fish.

Baby, baby, there's nothing
wrong with your body.

I love it the way it is.

Come here.
Come here.

You are beautiful, okay?

And you're sexy.
Have you seen your ass lately?

Are you kidding me
with this thing?

(chuckles)

(moans)

Do me right now.

On an empty stomach?

I knew it.

Vaya con Dios, Jason.

(yelling)
Yeah, baby!

Whoo!
(cheering)

Yeah!
Yeah, boy!

Hey, J, can't nobody
hold us, man.

We're like
the Holy Trinity out there.

You're the Father,
I am the Son,

and, Malik,
you're the Holy Ghost.

Yeah, that's 'cause
I takes 'em to church, baby!

Um, no.

It's because Jason's older,
I'm younger,

and Holy Ghost
was all that was left.

But, you know,
take 'em to church.

Yo, J, man, what's going on?

We had a great game.

You look like we lost.

Something else
on your mind?

Why, 'cause I don't
want to get dragged

into your stupid
nickname clique, son?

I'm just trying
to congratulate...

Get out of my face,
you fricking dork.

Nice game, Pitts.

Ow!

You brute!
So, Malik,

425 yards passing.

It seems that you
and your receivers

are reading each other's
minds out there.

Of course we were, man,
that's called execution.

Surgically precise execution.

That's all it is, partner.

Y'all can quote me on that.

Well, we are.

That's why we have the mics
and the tape recorders.

Malik, Malik,
have you seen the latest

cartoon about you
in today's paper?

Chris Clements is
really coming after you.

Two cartoons
in two days.

Baby, look,
no press is bad press.

Four straight wins,
two cartoons.

Who's hot, y'all?!

Whoo!
Yeah, well,

the latest cartoon depicts
you in a locker room

using "X"s and "O"s

to show adolescent drug
dealers how to evade the cops.

How does that
make you feel?

Mm.

Makes me feel like
I have a future in coaching.

(laughs)

There's a lot of public outrage
about your comments.

Aren't you concerned about that?

For what?
Look, ain't nobody

telling kids to sell drugs,
do drugs, nothing.

I'm just a football player
that knows

that either you sling crack rock
or you got a wicked jump shot.

And in my case,
the wicked jump shot's

an 80-yard bomb
down the sideline.

You feel me, huh?

Malik Wright, aka Holy Ghost.

Out.

Holy Ghost.
Malik, Malik...

Holy Ghost.

"Either you're slinging
crack rock

or you got a wicked jump shot"?

If you're gonna quote Biggie,
do it seriously.

He wasn't about that silliness.

Malik Wright, what about
education as an alternative?

What we're trying to do here is
to show that athletes like you,

who have an enormous influence
on our youth,

have to be more responsible.

Don't lead them down the path of
destruction and moral decadence.

Lead them in an uplifting
and edifying fashion.

All I'm saying to you is that
you've got to move them beyond

the graveyards to which
they're appointed

to something more powerful.

That's what hip-hop
at it's best does.

So you're blaming
hip-hop music?

No, not at all.

I'm not blaming hip-hop.

I'm saying be a better artist,

be a better athlete,
be a better human being.

I'm saying don't be
a $40 million negro,

don't be a $40 million slave.

Don't be a coon who's bucking
and shining

and tomming and jeffing.

Be a serious black man.

I mean, after all,

look at the black community
in which you emerged.

Are you helping them?

Are you doing anything
constructive?

Are you doing anything
that will be uplifting?

All you're doing is selling
products to them.

You're appearing on TV
shining and smiling

and not being serious,
and I'm tired of this.

The black community
has to call you out.

Malik, we're calling you out.

You are wrong, not right,

and what you have to do
is to lift your vision

and get deeper
and get more profound

and be worthy of Paul Robeson

and the great athletes
that came before you.

I'm tired of this madness,
I'm tired of what you do,

and I'm saying to you,
"Change your ways."

You feel me?

Michael Eric Dyson,
"aka" Michael Eric Dyson.

Out.

Okay, what the hell
just happened?

Well, it's TiVo'd;
we can just run it back.

I know I could watch it again.

The media keeps taking my
words and running with them.

I'm the victim!

Well, he's not completely right.

I mean, you know,
I seen you shine,

but I wouldn't really
call you a bucker.

Is this funny to you,
Tee Tee, huh?

This is my life, man.

Where's my mom at?

She needs to fix this.

Whoa, Malik, calm down, man, I'm
sure your mom is on top of it.

(humming)
Om...

Om...

Om...

Om...
Om...

Om...
Om...

(Monday Night Football
ringtone playing)

(humming)

Tasha.

Now, Tasha, I told you
when you got up here... Come on, Damon, look,

that's just the kind of
manager I am, all right?

I go hard for my clients.

Okay, I take my phone
into restricted areas.

Whether I'm pumping
gas or in the cockpit

or during my mammogram.

Shoot, business don't stop
'cause you found a lump.

Okay?

I understand you're passionate
about what you do,

but I invited you
up here specifically

so we could be away
from all the distraction

from the outside world.

No newspapers,
no phones, no TVs.

No TVs?

Oh, okay, so I'm gonna
miss Top Model tonight?

It's the rerun.

I already missed
the original airing,

now I got to
miss the rerun?

Either you're
going to be here

or you're going
to be there.

But if you're going
to be here,

then we need
to get up there.

Okay, Damon, look,
I'll be here,

I'll be there, I'll be
wherever you want me to be.

All right?

As long as you end up
signing right... here.

Om...

Right.

Later.

Om...

No, but for real, though,
y'all ain't got no TVs?

Oh, sorry, sorry.

There he is.
Yeah.

I'm gonna be
in Romance.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh, man,
Malik Wright?

Welcome.
Everybody, Malik Wright.

Hey, man, hey,
hell of a game today.

Thanks, Chris.

You think I can holla at you
for a minute in private?

Oh, absolutely.

Hey, y'all, don't worry.

He'll be right back, all right?

So what's on
your mind, man?

Look, man, I came down
here to ask you

what's up with the cartoons?

Oh, I can't stand ignorance.

Huh?
Yeah.

You know, in fact,
if I was Superman,

ignorance would be
my kryptonite,

and as of lately,
everything out of your mouth

is my kryptonite.

I wouldn't be doing my job

if I didn't point it out
to the public.

People would die.

Damn, dawg, that's messed up.

I know.

Crazy, right?

Yeah, you know,
whatever, man.

Look, you got your thing
and I got mine.

It's just getting a little
our of control.

That's all I'm saying
to you, homie.

I hear you, I hear you,
Malik, I hear you.

Thanks for coming out.

No, Chris.

Oh, you want a book?

No, I don't want
no damn book, man.

It got pictures in it.

Fool, I came down here
and stepped to you like a man.

This is seriously messing
my life up, Chris.

I want this crap to be over.

Over? Please,
I just got started.

I got about two weeks' worth
of material on you.

You're like my ignorance muse.

I am not about
kids selling drugs.

I grew up in Richmond.

Do you know how many
of my homies

I lost to that mess?

I just know kids hear you

when you talk to them
in street lingo.

So that's all I'm trying to do.

Well, it's really not
working, Malik.

Take care.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't
you roll away from me

when I'm talking
to you... Man, get off me,

You on my foot.
Get off my foot, man!

Damn!

You make this cartoon
thing so easy.

Free book to anybody
who caught that.

Man, get that out
of my face, man.

Hey, man, so I'm gonna
just go pay for my book,

and I'll be ready to go.

Jail time for
Malik Wright.

Jail time?

Malik Wright
was hit first.

By whom?

By the media.

That's who should do time.

Arrest the media.

Look, the media didn't punch
a guy in a wheelchair.

Hey, they say they want
to be treated as equals.

You can't be serious.

I mean, come on, Martin,
even you have to admit

that athletes like Malik
have embraced the idea

that they're above the law.

It's like the Wild West
out there.

They're roaming
around town

with their posse.

And what the hell kind of name
is Tee Tee anyway?

Chuck, I'm not going to say

that there shouldn't
be consequences.

But come on, the guy is facing
a civil suit,

and he's losing
his endorsements.

He should lose more
than his endorsements.

I mean, where's the
accountability anymore?

Here's what's
going to happen:

Malik is going to issue
a statement of apology,

He'll do a short stint
in rehab,

and then-- bam--
he's going to find religion.

Amen! Hallelujah!

And you want to talk
about accountability?

Of course celebrities are
absolutely held accountable--

the black celebrities.

Oh, baby, here we go.

The celebrities
you're talking about--

they get slaps on the wrist,
but if it's a black man,

he gets hit in the wallet
or worse.

Okay, this is not
a black-white issue.

The video clearly shows it.

Let's run the clip, please.

Take care.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't
you roll away from me

when I'm talking
to you... Man, get off me,

You on my foot.
Get off my foot, man!

Damn!

Man, this is crazy.

I know.

Man, I told 'em my name
was Terrance.

No, I don't know the name of it.

How many ashrams do they have
in Monterey?

For real?

How many of them
got a loud black woman in them?

Just keep looking, please.

(phone ringing)

Tee Tee, check that.
That'd better be my mom.

No, man, it's
the team owner.

(phone ringing)
Is that her?

Nah, that's the dude
with 60 Minutes.

(phone ringing)
(groans)

There's Mom.

Thank God. Give me that.

No, man, it's my mom.

Hey, Mom.

I know, we're looking
for her, too.

I know, right,
totally irresponsible.

My God, I'm gonna
lose everything.

My career, my fans, the women.

Oh, my God, the women.

Why won't they let
this go, man?

(phone ringing)
Ma, I got to go.

Yo, it's Kim.

Yo, Kim.

Malik.

This is not a good look.

You got to squash this.

What's up with your moms?
What's her plan?

Kim, I don't know her plan.

I don't even know
where the hell she is.

Damn, Malik!

You got to get
somebody on this.

What's up...
where's your publicist?

Where's your lawyer?

Where's Al Sharpton?

With Chris Clements.

Aw, hell, I'm not gonna lie.

This is bad.

'Cause Al's usually
on the winning side.

You're supposed to have people

to take care of this type
of stuff, Malik.

I don't know them people.

My mom handles that.

Wait...
I know one of them is white.

Listen, baby, I've been through
this same kind of drama,

and if you don't take
control of this,

it's going to bury you.

It's going to bury me.

The music channels
are already threatening

not to run the video.

I'm sorry, Kim.

I did not mean to bring
you into this.

You know I got you.

(chuckles)
Thanks.

That's why I love you, girl.

You always got my back.

You think we could digitize
his face to look like Diddy?

Hey, baby.

How was your da...!

Um, do we, uh, have plans
tonight or something?

No, we don't.

I do.

Really?

And where would you be going
dressed like a Pussycat Doll?

Now, all of a sudden you care?

Kelly...

Let me go.

Baby, where are you going?

To find someone
who appreciates me--

this--
just the way it is.

Really? Dressed like that,
you might want to try

the nearest strip club.

You take two rights,

about a quarter mile down,
big flashy sign.

You know what, Jason?

I realized something.

The problem we're having
isn't with me or my body.

The only ass around here
that needs to be fixed is you.

All right, hold up,
baby, hold up!

Give me a chance
to explain.

I have given you
enough chances.

You have made it
very clear

that you don't want me.

Look, I know things
are messed up now, babe...

Jason, I got to go.

Don't wait up.

Kelly, do not...

(sighs)

I thought you
were leaving.

I am. I think I forgot
my condoms.

Oh, no.

I'm good.

Baby...

Kelly!

I'm on steroids.

What?

I'm...

I'm on steroids.

(sighs)

(phones ringing)

Ah, Danielle Steel,
you've done it again.

Guess who just gave
Tasha Mack Management the nod?

Only Damon Ainsley.

And guess who just had
the most beautiful ride home?

Only Tasha Mack.

Yep, no music, no interruptions.

Just me, riding the vibe.

Yep, Tee Tee, got
a whole new outlook on life.

I'm calm, peaceful...

Ma, I've been trying
to reach you all weekend!

Boy, don't yell at me!

You're trying to mess
with my chi

and break up my oneness.

Forget your chi
and your oneness.

I just got a call from
the Sabers' front office.

(phones continue ringing)

I'm suspended.

W-What, now?

Things kept happening.

I kept calling you and
trying to reach you,

and now my career and my
life is all messed up!

Thank you, Ma.

Wait, Malik...
Thank you.

Malik, wait a minute!

Tee Tee, what the hell
is going on?

You might as well see it
for yourself, Ms. Mack.

MALIK (over television):
Don't you roll away from me

when I'm talking to you.
(door slams)

It's been playing
on every TV channel.

TEE TEE:
Damn! Damn.

I know, right.
That's what I said.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't you
roll away from me when I'm...

(phones ringing)
The phone has been ringing off the hook.

Get off my foot, man!

TEE TEE:
Damn!

(reporter speaking Spanish)

Get off my foot, man!

Damn!

Oh, my God.

What the hell
you smiling at?

(phones ringing)

They called me Terrance.

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