All language subtitles for ballers.s04e04.forgiving.is.living.bdrip.x264-saints.en

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.