All language subtitles for The Game s02e17 Before the Parade Passes By.eng

Derwin?

Hey, Mel.

What are you doing here?

I got some, uh...

mail for you, uh,
at the apartment.

Okay.

But... really,
what are you doing here?

Look, I know what happened the
other day was really intense,

but I don't want things
to get weird between us.

I mean, we got
the same friends,

we live in
the same city,

we get our nails done
at the same place, okay,

and I am sorry, I am not
trying to lose Hong Hanh.

I guess what I'm
trying to say

is that we can't avoid
each other forever.

I'm not trying to avoid you.

Oh, so that wasn't you
ducking behind the trash bin

at the dry cleaner
yesterday?

Uh, well, I, uh,
thought I saw a nickel,

and it turned out
to be a rat turd.

Okay, okay.

I was avoiding you.

But if you think
you can handle it,

I... would like us
to get past this

and be friends.

If you think we can.

Yeah.

I know I can.

It might be, uh, hard
for you, though.

Oh, shut up!
Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Damn, Mel.

Don't you have someplace
to be, like a...

a Sabers' victory parade?

With your girlfriend?

Janay's still out of town.

Oh, so they canceled
the parade?

The parade is for Sabers
who won the championship. Womp, womp, womp.

Cue the violins.

You don't understand.
Oh, I don't understand?

Oh, I think I understand
better than anybody.

When you first begged me
to come to San Diego,

you couldn't stop talking
about the Sabers,

and when you finally got

to play with them,
you loved it,

even when they made you wear
a jockstrap on your head.

And now you're just gonna
pass up the opportunity

to celebrate a championship
with them because...

things didn't go
as you planned?

Well, I didn't plan on
serving day-old meat loaf

at a seedy diner,

but, I mean, life happens,

and you deal with it

with dignity, grace

and sensible shoes.

Sensible shoes?

(laughs):
Girl,

those shoes
are real ugly.

If you don't go,
you are going to regret it

for the rest
of your life, okay?

Now, suck it up,

and get your three-legged ass
over there.

Well, okay,
little Miss Sassy!

(laughs)
With your new haircut and your new swagger.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, and you forgot
to mention my new ride.

(alarm chirps)
Uh...

Is this the little car that
takes you to the big car? Don't hate.

You know that's what's up.

Hey, Mel, don't be stealing
my words now.

Okay, well, just get in. I'm
gonna take you to the parade.

All right, see,
that's what's up.

Now, that's how you say it.

The original!

Still the best.

Whatever. Okay,
so tell me how to say it, then.

You say, "That's
what's up," like...

Like, "That's what's up"?
Yeah, like, when you bought this car,

you're, like, "Yeah,
that's what's up." That's what's up.

Okay.
That's what's up.

ANNOUNCER: Hey, San Diego, it's
a beautiful day for a parade,

so put on your Saber blue,
come on out,

and show our champs some love.

(cheering, whooping)

Go, Sabers!

Listen up, listen up,
listen up, listen up.

This is your captain speaking.

(laughter)

We will be, uh, reaching
a cruising altitude

of about 11 feet.

(laughter)

Hey-- hey, look,

I know everybody's
out here celebrating us.

This is also about our fans.

We want to make sure
we are respectful.

Save all your lewd behavior
for the locker room,

which means no peeing
off the side of the bus,

no ass
to the glass,

and if you must dance,
I don't want to hear

none of that "Ooh, ooh,"
'cause that just...

makes us all look gay.

Okay?
* Ooh, ooh!

See? Case in point,
case in point.

Enjoy your parade, Sabers!

(cheering, whooping)

PEOPLE (chanting):
Sabers! Sabers! Sabers!

Sabers! Sabers! Sabers!

Now, you see all of
this, Mama Young?

You get your son Carnell
to sign with ISM,

he's gonna be winning
championships

and riding in parades, too.

This is nice!

Oh. Is... is that
Smokey Robinson?

Uh, no. Mama Young,
that's the bus...

that's the bus driver.

Malik!

Malik El DeBarge!

Ma, come...
Come here.

I want you to meet
Mrs. Young.

It's Carnell Young's mama.

FSU cornerback, led the whole
nation in interceptions.

This boy runs
a 4.1 40-yard dash,

and that's faster
than a speeding bullet,

and trust me, I know
how fast a bullet is.

(laughing):
Okay?

I know who he is, Ma.

This is my day.

Why you got to bring a
stranger on this bus?

Because I'm trying
to sign her son as a client.

Besides, ain't nobody
asking you to do anything.

Could I get a picture
of your son?

You want his shirt on or off?
Mama!

What?
Come on now.

Come on, boy, take this picture.

Dang!

All right.

Mrs. Young, how you doing?
How you doing?

Now, everybody say
"Irv Smiff Management."

Irv Smiff Management.
(laughing): Uh-oh.

Now, take off
your shirt.

Go on, take
it off, baby. Come on now.

Come on, show 'em what
you got, baby, come on.

You been drinking?
(horn honking)

Hey, you guys,
wait for me.

Is that Ding Dong Davis?

Better get on up here.

Derwin.
Girl Melanie, is that you?

Yeah, she kidnapped me.

Yeah, I found him
on a corner crying.

TASHA:
Hey! Hey, Med School,

come on up-- we
need you, girl.

You're the only one with
experience riding the bus.

Not anymore.

(horn beeps)
Whoo!

Girl, put that car in your
purse and climb on up here!

KELLY:
Come on, Mel!

We have sugar-free margaritas!

OTHERS (chanting):
Melanie! Melanie!

Don't tempt me.
I've got to go to school.

(chanting):
Go to school! Go to school!

Go to school!

Have a good parade!

Whoo! Go, Sabers!

(others shouting, whooping)

MALIK:
Later, Girl Melanie.

DERWIN:
Ding Dong is in the house.

TASHA:
* Go, Sabers, unh!

* Unh, unh,
go, Sabers... *

(Tasha continues
singing)

All right, come on,
Mama Young! I'm coming.

We just getting
started, girl!

Yo, J, I'm gonna have Babak
make me a chain, dawg,

'cause I'm rocking this baby
around my neck!

Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
MAN: Hey, Jason, Jason,

can I ask you
a quick question?

Oh, Dan Dieter, my man.

What you doing out
from behind your desk?

I didn't even know
you had legs.

That's a good one, Jason.

Look, I was just wondering
if you were worried

that the Sabers have not
picked up your contract.

Come on, Dan, you
can't find another way

to fill up your
boring-ass show?

You got to come out
here stirring the pot?

You should know Jason Pitts
ain't nobody's spoon.

I know, I know, but, look,
there's a lot of rumors

going around
about you getting traded.

Care to comment?

You know, rumors, rumors.

You can't really, I mean...

I hear rumors floating
around that your wife

is trading you
in for a woman.

You care to comment?

I didn't think so.

Is that one of
the world champion Sabers?

I'm sorry, lady,
no autographs.

Actually, I was talking
to that guy over there.

You got jokes.
(giggles)

Hey, baby, I thought
you were still in Miami.

What you doing back?

I wanted to surprise you.
Surprise!

I'm glad you did.

Come on, let's
get out of here.

Where did you park?

I just hitched a ride
with a friend, you know,

but I'm riding with you.

Something wrong
with your car?

Nah, nah, I was trying
that carpool thing,

you know,
being green--

loving this little
planet of ours.

Mama Young, can I get you
something to drink?

Now, Kelly can't make
coffee worth a damn,

but at least
she can carry it.

No, thank you. I am still full
up from that lovely lunch.

And imagine us
seeing Vanna White.

Mama Young,
I don't think

Vanna White seats people
at Applebee's,

but, hey,
you never know.

It don't take all day
to shoot the wheel.

(laughs)

I know Vanna White
when I see Vanna White.

Okay.

Kelly, any messages?

Uh, yes.

A very angry,
very well-toned blonde woman

wants to know why you made her
come into work today.

Uh-huh. Anybody else?

But, Tasha, this is
a very important day for Jason.

Okay, it's gonna be a very
important day for me, too.

Look, the commission
on signing Carnell

is as good as in my pocket.

And I'm gonna need it, too,
after all the money

I done spent on that country boy
and his mama.

Wining and dining,
buying concert tickets,

and don't even get me started

on what the ocean air
is doing to my hair.

Wait a minute. You've never
been with an Asian chick?

Nah, but I did do this one girl
while she was eating fried rice.

Boy, I was just about to have
Chinese for dinner, too. Okay!

(laughing)
Y'all wild, man.

You know what?

Let me take my mama
back to the hotel. Okay.

Kelly, can you walk him
out to the car for me?

Oh, sure, just as long
as you know I'm not coming back.

Oh, Mama Young, why
don't you get a picture

with Rick
for your scrapbook?

No, I only got
two pictures left.

I got to save that
for famous people.

(laughs)

Uh, ma'am, I was a Laker.

Are you one now?

Wow, so we'll, uh, we'll
see you around 9:00?

Cool, cool.
Right on.

All right.
Take it easy.

Baby, look.

Look, I got Smokey Robinson
and Vanna White.

Wow!

Okay, so you guys are gonna

take Carnell off my hands
tonight, huh?

Yeah, we're gonna take him
to a strip club.

Oh, okay.

Cool, cool.

Do your thing,
boys, good.

Hey, you know what?
I love teamwork because I hate

asking strippers
for receipts.

Besides, I need to be here
bright and early

for Carnell's
contract signing. See, sorry, Tasha.

I think that we've got
kind of a disconnect here.

You see, you don't have
a client until he signs.

Therefore, he and his
commission are up for grabs.

Jump ball.

But I made first contact.

With his mother.

How unethical are you, huh?

W-W... L...
I-I thought you guys had my back

the same way I had your back

last week when you were wooing
that freaky 11-year-old gymnast.

A-Actually, she
was... she was 18,

but freaky nonetheless.

Look, either way, you
handled her mom perfectly.

Tasha, that is your thing.

Run with it, Mama.

Lev!

That little bastard.

He come swooping in
at the 11th hour

and try and steal Carnell
out from under me.

Tasha, we're all a team.

You know, this
time Lev gets one.

Next time it'll be you.
Uh-uh.

He used me.

Trying to pigeonhole me
as a damn mama wrangler.

You're being
overly sensitive. No.

I'm being real.

It should bother
you, too, Rick.

Come on, they parading
you around here

like some pretty boy show pony
to impress their clients.

Next thing you know,

they gonna have you
dancing up some stairs

with Shirley Temple.

(chuckling):
Nah, it's not like that, Tasha.

Oh, really?

All right, let me
ask you this, Rick.

How many clients have
you helped Lev sign?

I don't know.

A bunch?

Okay, and how many clients
has Lev helped you sign?

None.

But what does that have
to do with--?

Oh...

I see where you're going
with this.

All right, so which strip
club they going to tonight?

Uh, yeah, I don't think
I should tell you that.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Eve's P... Eve's Playground!

Eve's Playground!

Ow!

This is gonna have
to be re-pierced.

You got insurance.

(laughs)

JASON:
All right, so...

So... let's talk
endorsements, Jason.

You can take your pick:
we got cars, kicks, Kahlúa.

You like Kahlúa?
No.

Don't care for the
island flavors myself.

What about
Old Navy, huh?

They called this morning,
this very morning.

I answered the phone.

Can I ask you
something, Dean?

And I know it, it might
seem like a stretch.

Please, that is
why we are here.

Where is my
damn contract?

I am a football player,

not some hoodie-
wearing skater dude.

Well, I was going
to save this

until the excitement
of the day wore off,

but I can see you're
a little impatient.

Looks like we're
going to get

a very impressive eight-
figure offer from Philly.

Cheesesteak capital
of the world.

Philadelphia?

Like the cream cheese.
JASON: Hold it, hold it.

You think
after ten years

of busting my ass for the Sabers

and winning
this year's championship

that I'm going to Philly?

(sighs)

It's good money, Jason.

What the Sabers have put on
the table, it would be insulting

for me to even
present it to you.

One year, $2 million?

It's crap.

They are offering you crap.

One year, Dean?
Yeah.

After everything Jason
has done for that team,

that's the
thanks he gets?

We're supposed to pick up and
move to a state where it snows

and live among the Amish?

For God's sakes, they
don't even use buttons.

You know what, guys?

Shut the whole damn thing down.

What?
I am not going to Philly to be some second-string player

and I'm not taking some punk-ass
charity deal from the Sabers.

No, I'm out, I'm done.

I am retiring.

I'm retiring--
oh, and Dean,

you're fired.

Fired?
KELLY: Yes, fired.

Now, get out.

Come on, man, you got to push
past the pain, Ding Dong.

Aah!
(phone ringing)

Yo, is that my phone?

Come on, Ron, let me...
let me get my phone, man.

It's probably Janay.

Man, you got
two minutes.

(panting)

Thanks, Dad.

(panting)

Yeah, what's up?

Hey, Derwin, two words:

Lashy McMurphy.

(laughs)

(laughing)

Shut up.
Are you serious?

You-You-- you just-- you just
ran into Lashy McMurphy?

No, wait, wait.
I thought I did, okay?

So, I chased her down, right,
and it wasn't her.

You mean to tell me there's two
Lashy McMurphys out there?

Oh, God, I don't know
if I can live in a world

with two Lashy McMurphys.

Wow, Lashy Mc-- wow!

Man, it's going way back.

Man.

I just

wanted to tell somebody,

and you're the only one
who'd get it.

Yeah.

All right, you take care, girl.

Hey... thanks for the laugh.

I'm really glad
we're friends again.

Me, too.

(laughing):
Okay, well, I got to go. Bye.

Bet they don't
have choreography

like that back
home, huh, Carnell?

(chuckling):
Nope.

Pop, lock, and...

(singsongy):
...drop it.

Want another lap dance,
Daddy?

Thank you, but
two's my limit.

Got to drive.

How about you, Carnell, huh?

We can take care
of some business

and maybe arrange for
a little blonde signing bonus.

What do you say?
Oh, come on,

man, Lev, relax, man.

W-We got all night.

And plus, you're being rude
to the entertainment.

Hmm, right, right, right, sorry.

Hey, Carnell.
Hmm?

My man, sit tight.
I'll be right back, okay?

Yeah, yeah, take your
time, man, seriously.

Hi, what are you doing here?

Came to hang out
with my client.

Tasha, you had your chance.

You see, your client
is now my client.

Hey, you want
a dance?

No, I'm good.

You know, Lev,
you may have everybody else

in here afraid of you
but not me.

Really? Well,
you should be. Uh-huh.

Look, why do you think
Irv brought me out here

from New York, huh?

'Cause I close
deals, baby.

I got an MBA
from Harvard.

I got eight years
management experience,

and, well, you've
seen my penis.

Are you sure
you don't want a dance?

He said no.

Do yo want a dance?

Okay, look, girl,

word of advice.

Nobody likes
the "pushy stripper," okay?

Bye-bye.

Look, Tash, you're all wrong
for Carnell and you know it.

No, what I know is

my son is one of the
highest paid quarterbacks

in the league,

not to mention the MVP for
this year's championship team.

And who got him there?

Mama Mack.

And that is what a boy
like Carnell needs--

someone to keep him
on the path to greatness,

not the path to lap dances.
Okay, look, you are wasting my time.

All right, I'm gonna
go close the deal.

If Carnell needs
his nose wiped,

I'll holler for
you, Mama Mack.

You know what, Lev?
I'm not even finished...

(laughter)

Here we go.
What are we toasting to?

What we drinking to, boys?

Oh, to my new manager Rick Fox.

Now, what now?
You're kidding, right?

Who better to manage me
than someone

who's been through it himself?

Plus, he knows how to conduct
himself in a strip club.

(laughing):
Yes, sir.

Lev: 16.
Foxy: 1.

You're sly
as a fox,

huh, Foxy?

Yes, sir.

(clears throat)

Carnell, my man, welcome to ISM.

Yes.
Congratulations, my friend.

I think that I get a feeling

we're going to be working
together eventually.

Mm-hmm.

Tasha.
Lev.

Tasha, I want
to thank you.

What you said made sense.

I just needed
to put the "I" in "team."

In fact, forget the team.

I just needed the "I."

You know, my first instinct

was to crack you over the head
with this bottle,

but I am proud that one of us
beat that clown at his own game.

You're proud?
Mm-hmm.

You know, this pretty boy show
pony just beat your ass, too.

Just thinking about it
makes me giggle.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm in a strip club.

Hmm?

Hey, Carnell.
Yeah.

Let's make it rain, baby.

Oh, yeah.
(laughing)

Yes, sir, yes, sir.

Now do you want a dance?

It's been one of those days.

Why the hell not?

Ooh!

Baby, you are getting good
with that.

Mm-hmm.

Wait till you see
how I'm gonna toss the salad.

(giggling):
You so bad.

Mm-hmm, you
know how I do.

Baby.
Yeah.

I have a surprise
for you.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Ooh, well, if I like it,

I might got a surprise
for you, too.

Oh, really?

Well, your condo's going
to be ready this Friday.

Baby, we can move you
back in this weekend.

Oh, snap.

Wait, what?

I thought the contractor said
he needed four more weeks.

I know, right?

But baby, I seen how
frustrated you been,

so I called up the
contractor myself

and was like, "Yo, my man,

why you sweating
Derwin Davis' girl?"

Uh, yeah, the Derwin Davis

of the World Champion
San Diego Sabers.

Boom, you got your floor.

Boom, cabinets
going in.

Boom, baby girl gets to
move back into her condo

before those Sunday morning
church bells start to chime.

How do you like me now?

You didn't do this for me.

You did this for yourself.

What?

Uh, Janay, I thought
you'd be happy.

No, I know what's--
I know what's going on.

Okay, what are
you talking about?

I-I...

(mocks stammering)

I saw Melanie drop you off
at the parade.

Yeah, you know,
your "friend."

You saw me and you
didn't say anything?

I was waiting to see if you
would tell me the truth.

And I did! I just didn't
say "friend Melanie"

because I knew
you'd react like...

No, hold on, Janay,
hold on a second.

All right?

This is how
it went down.

I wasn't even gonna go
to the parade, all right,

so I went and took Melanie
some important mail.

She talked me into going.

She wanted to take me
there in her new ride,

but that's it.

Can you explain
the teddy bear

that you've been keeping
in your night table?

You know,

the one that you supposedly
threw away in front of me?

What?

So now you snooping
through my stuff now?

(scoffs)

Okay, see, now
I feel violated.

Don't go there
with me, Derwin.

I have tried

to give you your space
to get over Melanie,

but it's clear
you can't let her go.

(sighs)
Janay.

Janay, no, no,
hold on a second, baby.

You got this all wrong.

All right?

I love...

Huh?

You what?

You love me?

You like me?

You want to be best friends?

Derwin, you don't,
you don't know what you want.

Janay, come on.

All right?

I know that I don't
want to lose you.

All right?

Just tell me what to do.

Okay.

Look me straight into my eye
and you tell me

that you are not still
in love with Melanie.

(exhales)

Take care of yourself,
Derwin.

It's been fun.

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