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I've spent my whole life

being a man of the people,
and not the man himself.

Effective immediately, the
league needs a new owner.

I'm not like you, boss man,
that's why I had to retire.

What's up, Ricky?

Jason? I tested positive.

Your boy Ricky Jerret

has once again compromised me.

I'm done doing favors for people.

Think of it as a personal
favor, for a friend.

We're getting into real estate.

Building ourselves a state-of-the-art

training facility, for
the talented young men

who dominate the gridiron.

Two parcels of land, I like the left.

I called in a favor, made it personal.

- They're extending you.
- I'm blessed.

Crack the ceiling, it's being

the first black majority
owner in league history.

Joe? I'm in the middle of something big.

I'm about to buy Kansas City.

We're buying both fucking lots.

I'll buy the team, but
I'm gonna run it my way.

Kane is in the building.

Listen.

Life isn't a straight line.

There were so many times
my life could've ended up

different than it did.

So many bad choices.

Ooh, what up, baby? Huh?

She do got a little ass on her.

Hey, you tryna fuck with a
rich nigga or something, baby?

You need to leave this nigga alone.

- That little-ass cock.
- The fuck did you say?

Man, get your bitch ass back in the car.

I had a lot of friends who could ball.

These guys had real talent...
way more talent than me.

Fuck are you talking to?
Who do you think you are?

Kiss my Balenciaga ass, nigga!

Buy a new whip!

You don't know who they are.

You wouldn't recognize their faces,

'cause they never made it out.

Shut your ass up, nigga!
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Let's go, bro.

I'll kill that bitch ass nigga!

What the fuck is wrong
with that nigga, man?

Why you gotta throw the money and shit?

You could've gave that shit to me, bro.

Those kids had no idea
what they were capable of

because no one ever told 'em.

Then how does talent get wasted?

How do lives get thrown away?

Oh, shit!

Bitch-ass nigga!

You know, I often ask myself...

What's so special about me?

And then I just got lucky.

Good morning, Candace.

Call to pressure me, or
you just miss my voice?

Yes and yes.

You need to be fully financed
by the end of the week

if we're gonna push you through.

Ah, so this is a collection call.

Full transparency:

there are competing offers on the team.

Competing offers?

Is this a joke? Look,
you guys came to me.

I was retired on a fucking
beach until you called.

I am so sorry for
complicating your life.

You know what I'm saying.

And all I'm saying is you
need to secure your financing.

Bossman and I will
keep the others at bay.

I want this to work out for you.

Besides, they don't have
what you have, big guy.

No, just lighter complexions
and a lot more green.

And neither is worth what it used to be.

Did you blow all that
money I made you already?

Ah, even better.

Sir Lancelot, you missed
the architect meeting.

Yeah, we're in crisis mode, Joseph,

putting out fires.

What could possibly be more important

than building our future home?

Keeping the current
one from burning down.

We haven't seen Dan today.

He's not in the office
and didn't call in.

We've got Odell Beckham
Jr. in here in five hours.

We don't need this crisis
looming over our heads

like a dirty, uninvited ball bag.

See, see, see? This...

this is a lesson of what happens
when you enable people, Kate.

Hopefully, he quit. I mean, who cares?

You'll fucking care
when Gloria fucking Allred

marches through that door
with enough hairspray on

to asphyxiate the entire bullpen.

Oh, yeah? Does she rep dudes now?

Dan is dude adjacent, at best.

Okay, what reason could
he have to wanna sue us?

I mean, I feel like you both are being

a tad bit alarmist right now.

Well, I think you're
being a tad bit idiotic.

This is easily a hostile
workplace environment issue.

Oh, a hostile workplace?
Kate, look around.

We have more arcade games than
we have desks, for shit's sake.

Uh, corrosive language.

Yesterday alone, you used "pussy",

"fuck", "shit",
"fucking asshole", and...

Others I will not repeat.

No, I... I did?

Okay, maybe I did. I don't know.

I'm very expressive.
I'm given to hyperbole.

And occasionally, yeah, you know,

I turn office supplies into missiles

and I launch them at employees' heads.

They get it. They think it's funny.

Look, this isn't your old life,

where you and that
muscly pharaoh went around

threatening people with
violence as a matter of course.

No, that is a normal workday in America.

And we always got the job done.

Yeah, well, getting the job done

ain't the most important
thing anymore, Joe.

The work is still important,
but so is the environment.

Okay. What do you guys suggest I do?

Mm, there is something,

but I don't know if
you can make it happen.

It's tricky and complicated

and will be tough for you to pull off.

It's called an apology.

Welcome back.

I know you?

This nigga got amnesia.

That gas will play tricks on your mind.

I'm fucking with you.

- How you feeling, baby?
- I feel good.

Ain't shit to it, really.

They just put your ass
to sleep, wake you up.

No big deal.

That's my favorite part... the drip.

You think if I run down the hall

and butter up one of those nurses,

they'll give me some
of that shit for free?

Yeah, why don't you go do that, T?

Close the damn door behind you too.

I can take a hint,
but you mean sometimes.

Thanks for showing, Chuck.
How'd they say it went?

Pretty good, considering.

Yeah, Doc Davidson is a pro.

Your ACL, MCL, and PCL
all sewn up now, buddy.

Oh, that's what's up.

Well, when am I getting up outta here?

As soon as you can talk to Doc Davidson.

Ah, let's get something to eat first.

I actually got you some muffins.

I used to love to munch on
'em whenever I got cut on.

Well, you know what?
We'll take 'em with us.

TTD can eat 'em on the way to breakfast.

I'm not talking to no doctor.

You ain't getting outta here

until you talk to Doc Davidson, okay?

So you can either talk to him
now or talk to him next week.

Your choice.

Look at the new besties.

- What up, Reg?
- 'Sup, Reg?

It's nice to see you again, Colby.

Uh, but V, did you forget today's lunch

was to discuss your future?

Uh, why do you think he brought me?

No fucking idea.

For verification.

Me and Colby, we was up all
night playing all type of shit.

Up all night?

Playing with a 14-year-old white boy?

Be careful.

Lifetime gonna make a
"Surviving Vernon Littlefield."

You better watch your mouth. And I'm 15.

Stop harassing. We been gaming.

Yeah, "League of Legends." He's a beast.

Of course he is. He's a natural athlete.

Vernon, can I speak to you in private?

What up?

What up is I gotta
reel you back into reality

and get you focused on your day job.

Gaming can be my daytime job.

I'm a natural. You said it yourself.

I was being nice. Man,
don't... don't talk crazy.

I wanna be a two sport athlete.

I bust ass in "2K", but it doesn't mean

I'm gonna quit Sports X and
pretend to be Steph Curry.

I'll show you.

How you gon' do that?

1v1.

First blood wins.

Loser never questions me again.

Thank you.

Where's the seafood tower?

My cholesterol's a little high.

I don't wanna go into cardiac arrest

before your big presentation.

We heard you were bringing
us something special.

Which you've already accomplished

by bringing absolutely nothing at all,

by which I mean Joe Krutel.

How is the prodigal son?

I don't know. We don't talk much.

Ooh, what a shame.

I wish that was the case with us.

Well, you can just stop talking then.

Why don't you stop talking?

- Two minutes, just shut up.
- Why don't you... just shut up!

- Shut it up and shut it down.
- You're not the boss of me.

Okay, why don't we just listen
to what our retiree has to say?

Maybe you need help
with your AARP application.

No, no. I just need your attention.

I don't have much time, okay?

We have very successfully
done a stadium deal together.

What if we bought a franchise?

- My nipples are getting hard.
- Oh, don't be crass.

I have the inside track
on the Kansas City Chiefs.

NFL franchise...

government-issued, high-yield bond.

How much?

- Three bill.
- Oh.

With a strike looming?

That's also considerably more

than the last team that traded hands.

There's some good money to be made here,

especially considering that
the league is thinking about

expanding their schedule to 18 games.

Who's gonna run the show now
that Joe Krutel is no longer?

I haven't figured that out yet.

3 billion without a plan?

The moment we take control of the team,

we can bring in our own people.

Our people.

Team's on the upswing.
Mahomes is killing it.

With a little help, maybe
they can win the Super Bowl.

Has Mahomes been resigned?

First order of business.

Against the backdrop of the new CBA.

It's... it's kinda risky.

Hey, big man. Can I get a minute?

Yeah, as long as you
don't try to strip search me.

No, never again. Come on.

So what's going on, Hos?

How's the world of security?

We all safe?

Oh, for the time being,
but if I were you,

I'd stay away from Jack in the Box.

Ooh, them chili cheese fries, though.

I love 'em.

You like it with or without lead?

What are you talkin' about?

Is that Kisan Teague?

Well, it damn sure ain't Wyatt Earp.

Oh, my God. Did they kill somebody?

No, they just grazed a kid.

- Anyone else seen this?
- By anyone else,

I'm assuming you're talking
about the league office?

- For starters.
- We don't know if they seen

or hadn't seen until we
know, if you know what I mean?

But to the best of my knowledge,

I'm the only one with this footage.

- How'd you get it?
- Come on now, Charles.

Do I ask you how you do your job?

You are really one thorough brother.

I will crawl up a snake's
ass to find a mouse.

Now you just thank God

that Sheriff Hos is on your side, man.

Here, take that.

Hey, buddy.

We just, uh, came by to
see how you were doing.

I was afraid that you were out sick.

Yeah, right. Whatever.

I was meeting with Hypebeast, remember?

The guys you went on
your little rant about?

Pascal, their lifestyle editor,

is coming to the Municipal launch.

Ho, ho!

Well, so I motivated you. Huh.

That is not the word I would use.

Well, that's why Joe's here.

- Right, Joe?
- Yes, that's right.

That's why I'm here.

Dan...

I wanna apologize to you

for my crude language the other day.

Totally uncalled for.

You mean when you called me a pussy?

Yeah, that's exactly right,
when I called you a pussy.

For that, I am sorry.

Okay, well, your apology rings hollow

because your actions
speak louder than words.

Dan, shut the fuck up
and accept the apology.

Okay, fine. Accepted.

- Happy?
- Great.

Now, we've got a meeting with OBJ.

That's right, and I
want you in on it with us.

Wait, you do?

Yup. I sure do.

Now get the fuck in the car.

What the fuck are we
doing out here right now?

Shit.

Damn!

Gentlemen, hop in.

Fellas, nice to see
you arrive in one piece.

I know you're not talking to me.

Appreciate the concern, Chuck.

Anytime.

So, let's talk.

That's why we're here.

What, we're watching
a movie together or something?

Yeah. It's a thriller.

Yet to be released,

but something tells
me you already seen it.

How 'bout we cut to the chase
and you tell us how it ends?

Well, you sure you wanna know?

We don't wanna put you
in a precarious position.

Try me.

All right, look,

I was grabbing a burger
with my boys, right?

And the next thing I know,

I'm in the middle of "Unforgiven."

So you're admitting that
your boys participated?

Hell yeah. And I'm lucky they did too.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be
here to tell you the truth.

Chuck, you would've did the same shit.

- Oh, I doubt that.
- Come on.

Maybe, maybe not.

Running around in the middle
of the night with my boys,

holding weapons?

Not exactly a good
representation of the team.

Matter of fact, I think
it's downright stupid.

It's a necessity, Chuck.

I ain't do nothing but be at the
wrong place at the wrong time.

I mean, can't a brother go get a burger

without all the drama and shit?

- Damn!
- I don't know.

I go home to my wife.
She makes me brisket.

Oh, it's over. It's over, bro.

Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on.

Ah!

Oh!

Your boy's game is moist.

Yeah, you wet too.

Wait, were you really trying?

- I never disrespect the game.
- I want a fucking rematch.

There ain't gonna be no rematch.

Gotta bounce now anyways.
Mom's waiting in the whip.

See, Reg?

I'm impressed.

I mean, you're better than good,

but still not nearly as
good as you are at football.

Ain't nothing worse than a nonbeliever.

What you saying?

That you're the 500th
best gamer in the world,

but you're the 10th best
defensive player in the NFL.

One can make 100 million dollars.

The other lives off energy drinks.

It ain't all about money, Reg.

If you ain't gonna support my dreams,

I'm not gonna support yours.

- W-what are you saying?
- Don't make me say it.

Say what you gotta say.

You won't support me,
I'll find somebody who will.

Damn. We there, huh?

It's one thing to get a second chance.

It's another thing to
actually do something with it.

When I got to college,
I was still wilding.

Focusing wasn't easy,
especially in South Beach.

When you're the shit at the U,

it is a whole other level.

But the higher the level,

the further you've got to fall.

Yo, Doc, what's good?

- Where'd everybody go?
- I sent 'em home.

Wanna do this solo.

Well,

good news is surgery went well.

How long is it gonna take?

- To recover?
- Yeah.

You're looking at eight months.

Figured.

Three tears.

Sorry it's not faster.

I know time is of the essence for you.

Yeah, time has run out.

Not necessarily.

I did Darren Sproles' ACL
and arm a couple years ago.

He came back just fine. He was 35.

Appreciate your optimism, Doc,

but ACL and an arm aren't three tears.

Besides, when you know, you know.

How'd the meeting go
with Jason and Kisan?

- What meeting?
- Oh, I get it.

You don't have to acknowledge it,

but just know that I know.

Know what?

You're planning on clipping Kisan.

Whoa, slow down, Benny.
We just lost Ricky Jerret.

Oh, come on. I seen Hos take you aside.

Yes, that's what your
eyes are telling you,

but how 'bout you use your ears?

I need a list of all available
speed players ASAP.

I hear you.

You'll have it on your desk by tomorrow.

You know, Benny, it's
like you're starting to be

too observant for your own good.

Hey, if you don't stay on your
toes, you wind up on your ass.

Have any clever sayings
about drive by shootings?

No, but my dad always said,

"Never trust a guy
who hasn't done time."

Feeling better about
the situation already.

Anytime, boss.

The list?

You know, once you'd had
your life given back to you,

you wanna give it back to somebody else.

You'll never know if they're worthy

until it all plays out.

When I was 18, I got into a fight

just days after I landed in Miami.

I didn't start it, but I finished it.

Beat a guy up pretty good.

Got arrested.

My scholarship was in question.

I was really fucked until one
of my professors vouched for me.

Luck comes in random ways.

- Here you go, baby.
- Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Nonalcoholic?

Ain't gonna be no beer
while you on painkillers.

You don't need no alcohol...

only leads to depression.

See, that's why I try
the plant based high.

If I drink wine, you could fill
a empty bottle with my tears.

You should be less concerned
with the emotions, TTD,

and more concerned with the
sugars and saturated fats.

See, not everybody
gonna look like you, Amber,

and don't think it's nice
that you body shame me.

All right, people, people.

If I'm gonna be holed up
here for the new few months,

I'ma need everybody to
take it down a notch,

especially you, TTD, please.

Sounds like self pity settin' in.

It's not self pity, all right?

It's just obvious.

What's that?

It's definite. It's over, y'all.

You retiring again?

Don't be a dick, TTD.

For the last and final.

It's clear to me that
this is God's plan.

He put that car on that
street for a reason.

Are you sure that was God

and not some soccer mom
with her celery juice

looking at an iPhone?

She coulda killed me, T,

but God spared me,

so he must have
something in mind for me.

Any idea what that is?

Nope.

But that ain't the point, is it?

I'm proud of you, baby.

That's the way to think.

On to the next.

Hey, TTD, give us a minute.

What?

Get the fuck outta here.

Whoa, you ain't gonna
talk to me like that.

Y'all Jerrets a trip.

- 'Sup, man?
- What up, Pop?

I just wanna tell you
how proud I am of you.

I appreciate it, old man, but
you ain't have to say that.

Yes, I do.

Not only that, I wanted to.

You've had an amazing career, Ricky.

Much better than mine.

- Yeah, right.
- Ah, nah, it's true.

And way better than most.

It's not just your God-given talent.

But your key to success was your
effort and your drive, Ricky.

That's what I'm proud of.

Now you gonna get that jacket, man.

I had more left.

Well, you're just gonna have to find

someplace else to put it.

- Hi.
- Hey, OBJ.

There he is.

- Yes.
- What's up, my bro?

Joe. Meet the Illuminati.

How you doing?

Lance doesn't shut up about y'all.

Well, Lance doesn't shut up
about much of anything, does he?

Some of the nice
things I said about Joe,

I may have embellished.

Honestly, I was a bit stunned

when Lance said he knew you.

I've never met this
man before in my life.

Oy!

- That makes sense.
- Please.

I've known Odell since he
was catching dimes in diapers.

Hooked up with his parents
in the French Quarter.

I was tripping off my nuts.

Shitfaced on Bourbon Street.

I don't know.

I can't think of
anything better than that.

Yeah, I can...

being under a mound of
cocaine in London in the '90s.

Ah, a bit of charlie.

The mates love him.

I met him on a
meditation retreat, I think.

Well, actually, Lance is
very, very good at his job.

Which is what?

Like, all I know is you
used to work for Spencer.

Uh, Joe is an expert in finance,

Lance, a marketing genius,

Dan's Head of Branding,
and I'm Creative Director.

That's a dope team. So where do I fit?

- Where don't you fit?
- We are...

Cultural curators. I get it.

Obviously with my accent,
I bring the culture.

So who brings the ideas?

Well, I got one for you.

We are about to break ground
on a one-of-a-kind campus.

Sports, art, fashion, music.

You can and should be the face of that.

Oh, yeah.

- I might fuck with that.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I mean, what better way
to evolve your brand, right?

Performance is key,

and that's what you
and we are known for.

- That's right.
- Y'all share a brain, or what?

Little bit, like...

Uh, we share a vision of the future.

I like to think that the future's now.

I like to think the past
is best left in the past.

Yeah, okay, well, in the
midst of all this profundity

and all this musing about time,

I'm gonna show you
something so beautiful,

it's gonna give you
alopecia on your bollocks.

Check this out, my friend.

You don't say much, do you?

I'm not allowed to.

All right, Dan.

It's your turn to shine,
you crazy diamond.

Drop the tarp.

That's hard.

- Whoa.
- When we're done,

this is gonna be the house that O built.

Careful what you wish
for. I got ideas too.

Mm, it's good. It's accurate.

You know what we're looking at here?

- What?
- A future legend.

This effervescent warrior
princess closed OBJ

without a bead of sweat
or a twitch on her face.

I know. She was so cool.

How are you so cool?

I don't know. Must be the shoes.

It's gotta be the shoes.

This calls for a celebration.

- Yeah.
- Obviously not for me.

I've got chronic liver damage
due to bad life choices.

- A toast...
- A toast?

What is this, "The Great Gatsby"?

- Come on, give me a cuddle.
- Ah, bring it in, boys.

- Amazing today.
- Ah, good work.

We're the best. We're the best.

Money. Must be the shoes.

Well, is that the look of victory?

Well, it all depends.

On what?

On you.

Need to assemble a management team.

Well, I thought closing
was your strength.

Now you need my help?

Well, even I know my own limitations.

Nothing sexier.

I need you.

You're a key piece.

I'm flattered... ish.

Key to...

To help run the organization.

I need you to be the new
president of the Chiefs.

Ah.

Nice title.

Yeah, paycheck ain't bad either.

Poaching people already.

Well, I call it recognizing talent.

Mm.

Well, unfortunately,

I fancy myself a boss... an owner.

Besides, I'm getting a promotion.

They're making me the
number two behind Roger.

- For delivering me.
- High tide raises all boats.

You set me up.

Well, if I did, it was unintentional.

Well, a girl's gotta do
what a girl's gotta do, right?

But I would call your
bosses and tell them that

that deal is about to fall through.

Hm. I think I'll wait on that.

Because I know that you're resourceful.

And there is no one I'd bet on more

than Spencer Strasmore.

Little bitch.

Your brother and I

met with the bankers this
morning and they're in.

You need to get a quality GM.

I'm working on it.

You're obsessing about your ex-partner.

I wanna bury the fuckin' guy.

I don't want to be David
anymore, I want to be Goliath.

Goliath lost to David.

You've missed the point
of that story entirely.

Um, I'm hearing

there's some more information

about that situation that
you may have left out?

Damn.

Oh, yes.

You have lost your damn shit.

Come on, man, why you trippin'?
I'm just having a good time.

Oh, so you back to being Dirty Ricky?

I don't need you judging me, alright?

I'm not judging you, man!

I want you to be my new GM.