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I'm gonna bring pro
football here to Vegas.

- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- That's how you do it!

Have you seen Vernon Littlefield's

recent wardrobe choices on Instagram?

Man, High Powered ain't about blazin'.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

RICKY: You remember Amber?

She's late.

It's yours, Ricky.

You expect me to believe that
you want to bring a team here

for the public interest?

I mean, after all, you are a tourist.

I'll show you fuckin' tourist.

- (CAR HORNS HONKING)
- (TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

- (HEART BEATING)
- (HEAVY PANTING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

I'm gonna bring a
professional football team to

- the great fans of Las Vegas!
- (CROWD CHEERING)

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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 Hollygrove chicks
to my Hollywood shows ♪

♪ And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know ♪

♪ This that "Slumdog
Millionaire" Bollywood flow ♪

♪ And, uh ♪

♪ 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 moving kinda slow ♪

♪ Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go. ♪

(men shouting)

- There he is.
- Joe: El capitan.

King of the seven seas.

I pilot this boat a whole lot better

than you drive a monster truck.

It was good promotion for the deal.

It's a puff piece in a gossip rag

owned by Wayne Hastings.

Pass me my robe and don't look at me.

Well, 600,000 Las Vegans
read this gossip rag.

Joe: You know what they say...

No such thing as bad press, right?

I think Vernon Littelfield
would beg to differ, don't you?

And what's the point? What exactly are

you trying to promote with this stunt?

Bringing football to Vegas.
It says it right here.

Spencer got the support of the
mayor and a key committee member.

- What's in it for us?
- Money. As always, money.

- Really? How much?
- Well, that's not really clear yet.

Well, it better become
crystal clear real fast

'cause I'm not letting
Evel Knievel over there

run amok flipping monster trucks

or jumping a motorcycle
over the Grand Canyon

just to announce to the
world that he's Mr. Las Vegas.

- Who's financing this thing?
- Wayne Hastings says

he's gonna give us big money
if the deal looks right.

You're simple enough
to take his word for it?

Bret, the process
started three days ago.

We have Wayne Hastings in our corner,

we have the entire city
of Las Vegas on our side.

I'd say we're moving
at fucking light speed.

Anderson: But the people
still have to vote.

So unless I see legislation passed

and a big, giant fucking check cleared

and sitting on my desk,

I'm gonna stand by my skepticism.

I'm flying out to see
Schlereth in LA today.

He's gonna give me
some good inside dope,

and the Raiders wanna
talk about relocation.

Now, if I can convince the team that

that move is good for their business,

then it puts us in a
position where we can change

the entire landscape of the NFL.

Joe: We'll be vanguards, Bret,

and our company will cash in huge.

Who said you could use my first name?

Bret, Bret, you're gonna
be the toast of Las Vegas.

It's the reason why you wanted
to get in the casino business

with Wayne Hastings in the first place.

You're gonna get it right
in the teeth on this one.

You know that, right?

Right in the teeth, great.

That's where I fucking like it.

I played fucking football.

Come on.

Manatee!

It's been a tumultuous
couple years for you

down in Miami from the Bullyinggate

to missing on free
agents like Mike Wallace

to even having one
of your players' wives

rip on your quarterback Ryan Tannehill.

And despite you guys
making the playoffs,

there's still somewhat of a toxic
environment down there. Explain.

We made some mistakes, sure,

but we learned from them and persevered.

I like to think the adversity
has fueled our success.

Look at Seifert's posture... easy smile,

- not a hint of defensiveness.
- What's your point?

Sometimes the best way to
improve is to watch a pro.

Glazer: The best way to success
is really through the draft,

but didn't really hit
on those draft picks.

A few fell short of expectations.

Well, you did find one guy,

and that's an undrafted
rookie free agent center,

- Anthony Sutton.
- (Julie squeals)

Siefert: Yes, he has
done a fantastic job.

Was that just a lucky find?

Hell, no! That was my man's pick.

Shh, shh, shh.

Siefert: Ah, lot of doubt about the kid,

but I wouldn't say we got lucky.

I spent some time
with him down in Athens

and saw he would walk a
straight line and deliver.

Glazer: So, this was
you hands-on with him?

I impressed upon him the importance

of being somewhere with a strong
support system, where he could grow.

I did the same thing with Tunsil,
and look how well he turned out.

Any extra convincing
to come down to Miami?

Siefert: Just a lot of frank
conversation over a healthy meal or two.

- Healthy meal at Mama Jewel's?
- Mama Jewel's, indeed.

Well, I'd sign with the
Dolphins for Mama Jewel's.

Siefert: There it is.

Guess I just learned to lie like a pro.

Glazer: That was different with Sutton.

Siefert: I mean, look, Sutton
knew he had hard work ahead,

and I told him straight up that he
needed to improve at the drive line.

Is there any way that you can move

my LA Live meeting to 2:00 PM?

Plus, I wanna see if I can get
an earlier flight out to Oakland.

I'll try. As of now, Tim
Brown is still set for 7:00 PM

and your urologist called
to confirm for 4:30.

Ah, fuck! I forgot to cancel that.

Everything okay with your hard drive?

Everything's fine with my hard drive.

Don't put your health
on the back burner.

Virginia, I'm not. Thank
you for being concerned.

Anything else?

Yeah, a Ms. Brewer
from the league office

called about meeting for drinks tonight.

- Candace Brewer?
- So, you know her?

Yeah, we go way back.
She say what it's about?

Her assistant didn't give details.

Before we agree, let's get some intel.

You got it, boo-boo.

I'm on it.

Guy from High Powered is in from Denver.

Reg and Vern are
insisting we meet with him.

Can you handle that by yourself?

You bet your big, fat hard drive.

- ♪ Your mom is so fat ♪
- ♪ How fat is she? ♪

- (chatter)
- (scoffs)

Why the fuck was he gambling?

- (bubbling)
- I don't know.

Maybe he got caught up in the moment.

Hey, what you doing still here?

Last time I checked, this is my house.

No, you got that thing with Amber

and the baby doctor today.

That's tomorrow.

It's in 20 minutes.

I reminded you last night.

Man, you better get your ass over there.

There's no way I'ma make
it over there that fast.

She'll call when she get out.

This ain't something
you do by the phone, son.

We don't even know if she's pregnant.

She did lie to him twice already.

Man, look, that's all the more reason

for you to go over there
and confirm for yourself.

Man, I got too much shit to do.

Oh, man, what, you gonna head to Vegas

and blow another million
dollars at the crap table?

Man, you do need your head examined.

If you would've come along
instead of sitting around here

passing judgment on every-damn-body,

maybe you could've talked me out of it.

Look, you know my knees
swell up when I fly.

And when was the last time
anybody talked you out of anything?

Don't blame me for your being an ass.

What I do with my paper is my business.

Somebody better figure out
something to do with that paper

other than please themselves.

He's got a point, Rick.

Fuck you.

Ricky, I'm not saying
you gotta wife her up.

All I'm saying is that girl is
going through something right now

that is scaring the shit out of her,

and that baby's gonna
soak up all the fear.

Trust me on that.

- (bubbling)
- You need to switch to crack.

You lucky I still got some in here.

♪ Mo' money, mo' problems ♪

♪ I'm sippin' Moet out the bottle ♪

♪ I'm headed to the top from the bottom... ♪

Yo, yo, hey, y'all, I'ma
holler at you over there.

Okay, so let's hear it, super agent.

Hear what?

How you plan on getting
me all the money I deserve.

You said some things that got
you in trouble with your team.

Come on, man, look,

half the locker room talks
nigga this, faggot that,

and that's excused by the brass.

The minute I mention Pep getting fired

or Lucas hating on Muslims,

now I'm the angry fucking ape?

You did mix it up with some of the guys.

I don't take shit from nobody, okay?

Look, that don't give them the
right to dictate who I can roll with.

When there's this much money at stake,

you know, sometimes it's...

Makes sense to edit your social circle.

All right, agreed. (scoffs)

But that's why I told them I'd
oblige if they did the same thing.

The same thing what?

Stop donating to all
those right wing fucks

denying my people equal opportunity.

Fair enough. But, honestly,

I don't really care
what you say or you do,

short of slapping nuns.

I need to know that you're
being straight up with me.

- I am.
- 'Cause if I go to bat for you,

I'm gonna need to know everything.

- You got it all, okay?
- You sure?

I promise you I didn't do shit.

- Damn!
- Okay.

- All right.
- Cannonball, baby!

- (whooping)
- What the fuck?

♪ I ask, no, I'm sure ♪

♪ I'm the illest little chick
that you've seen this far... ♪

(chuckles) Yo, big Stink!

- Look at you.
- What's happening, brother?

- You're looking good, brother.
- Thank you, man.

Yeah, you're killing it
out here in La La Land.

Come on, now, you know
I don't watch musicals.

Come on, buddy, you look like
Ryan Gosling's ugly step-brother.

Yeah, ugly and fat step-brother.

So, tell me,

what do you think about Vegas?

It's hard to say, really.

Yeah, I gotta tell you
something, Mark, man,

I'm really surprised that Spanos
wants to even split the fan base.

The metro in Vegas is over two million,

over 40 million people visit per year,

spending over... Listen to this...

$30 billion a year.

Who are you? I don't even know
you, man. You've done your homework.

I'm one of the few guys
who waits till after

college to become a goddamn bookworm.

Come on.

(sighs) I'm here,

so what are you hearing
from the worldwide leader?

About what?

About Vegas, Mark.

Jesus, I flew all the way out here

'cause you told me you'd
give me the inside shit.

Spence, I'll be honest, I can't risk it.

This TV gig, it's...
It's too important to me.

Did they tell you not to talk to me?

They did, didn't they?

I got called into the
principal's office.

- God damn, man!
- The network said,

"You can't say anything
on or off the record."

What about off-off the record?

- Off-off the record?
- Yeah.

I'd say watch your ass.

We already own two grow houses

- and nine dispensaries in Colorado.
- Shit.

We invested early in Florida.

Now that the laws are changed,

we got a jump on the competition.

Aiming to be the Starbucks of weed, boy.

(chuckles) Well, unfortunately,
the league sees a big difference

between sipping lattes
and getting baked.

Well, actually, most of what you
see here isn't even psychoactive.

Reggie: It's low-THC cannabis

- prescribed for epilepsy and cancer.
- Wow.

And with Vernon,

what we plan to do is show how it works

for pain and injuries.

Especially for the athletes

who want an alternative
to the Percs and Vikes.

You mean the legal medication?

I mean the over-prescribed,
addictive pills

that fuck up your head and
turn your guts inside out, man.

That's exactly right, Reggie.

And that's why we've created a line

of safe, side effect-free products.

- Boom.
- I bet you did.

Now, in the foyer here, we
have these oils and balms.

They're low-THC, high-CBD,

so they'll leave you thinking
straight but feeling great.

So none of this gets you high?

Not at the dosage we recommend.

However, the law does allow us

to harvest a few full-strength varieties

for the terminally ill.

Make dying a little less shitty.

That'll be the candies and chews.

Super yummy.

AKA "the good shit."

Relax, man.

Ta-da!

- Holy shit.
- Pretty good, right?

Now, this is what I'm talking about.

Um, Dave, can we get a sample?

Nobody's watching. Sure, help yourself.

I recommend the sour apple.

Mm.

No, dude, I'm on the clock.

Man, how we know you cool if you
don't sample none of the goods?

Oh, because I'm a narc of all people?

Oh, fuck, okay. Yeah!

- There, we're friends.
- All right.

Vamonos, mis amigos.

- Let's go talk shop, yeah?
- All right.

Okay.

Shh!

(phone chimes)

(spits)

The fuck am I doing?

I think as we begin to take a
closer look at player safety,

there will have to be some rule changes.

The players and fans say that
you've been firm but fair,

but what happens when you
start penalizing these guys

for the new contact violations?

Well, there will be an
adjustment period for everyone.

But this is what is
best for our players,

for the fans, and for
the future of our game.

- For the future of the game?
- The future of our game outside of you.

Seriously, Jay, you gotta
back me up on this, okay?

When I am in beast-mode,

it is next to impossible
to pull up on a QB

that I've been waiting
three quarters to hit.

Not easy, but not impossible.

She's quite the optimist there,
Spence. Gotta give her that.

Quite the optimist who's never put on

a pair of shoulder pads or a helmet,

though I'm sure they would go
beautiful with your baby-blue suit.

Sorry I didn't wear a hoodie.

Spencer just got the
first fine of the season.

Good job, Spence.

(line ringing)

Boo-boo, what did you do?

Virginia, that happened
over five years ago.

The statute of limitation on
insulting a woman on live TV is death.

It actually might chase you
into the afterlife if it exists.

All right, fine, just set the
drink meeting with Candace, okay?

Will do. And I'd call her
"Ms. Brewer" if I were you.

All right, good point.

Listen, I'm jumping on the
jet now to see Tim Brown.

He just called and cancelled.

What the fuck? Did he say why?

Just said sorry, something came up.

- That's it?
- Unavail for the rest of the week.

All right, I'm gonna
make his ass available.

I'm heading up to Oakland now.

- I'll see you next week.
- (phone ringing)

Hey, here for Amber Kelley.

- Okay.
- (mouse clicking)

She should be out shortly.

- Shortly?
- Yeah.

Great, I'll sit here.

- Wherever you like.
- (chuckles)

Uh, say, bro, somebody sitting here?

All yours, man.

(exhales)

You having a kid, too?

(scoffs) Just here to
support a lady friend.

She's in there finding out right now.

Shit, I feel you. Me, too, bro.

Man, you know what? This
Zika virus is crazy, huh?

Yeah, yeah, she's getting
tested for that, too.

- Gotta take precautions, bro.
- Yes, you do, sir.

- You feel me?
- I feel you.

- Yeah.
- (door opens)

Hey!

(door closes)

Receptionist: Your next
appointment's confirmed, Amber.

- Okay, thank you so much.
- Man, hey.

Congratulations, man.

Receptionist: I'm glad
everything went well.

- Congratulations.
- Amber: Thank you.

- All right.
- Amber: Ricky, you made it!

(door opens)

(door closes)

We got Albert, Tunsil, Sutton,
Turner, James on the line.

- Mm-hmm.
- The question is the ends.

Cameron or Sims? Stoneburner or Duarte?

Something on your mind there, Charles?

- Nothing.
- You seem distracted.

Wife's on you about the hours?

No, I guess I'm just
a little bit gun shy

after I heard what you
said to Jay Glazer on TV.

Oh, sometimes I gotta
put a spin on things

to keep the media and
the fans on our side.

Yeah, but you took sole
credit for Anthony Sutton.

I'm the one who sent you down there,

signed off on bringing
him in and training him up.

Yeah, but I'm the one who
found him and trained him.

Charles, if I give credit to
each individual contribution,

I have to do the same for every mistake.

What's the problem with that?

It's a waste of time
and it breeds resentment.

We have to put up a unified front now.

Okay, but I still don't
see how that translates

into you taking credit for
something you didn't actually do.

All right, Charles.

Next time, I'll say "one
of my guys" or "we," okay?

Okay.

Good, 'cause we have
to lock in a lineup,

and in order to do that, we need
to get Coach Berg on the same page.

- You want me to invite him up?
- No, we need to go see him.

And by we, I mean you.

We both know 4.5 over three

is an insult considering
his rank and record.

Doesn't excuse his bad behavior.

Well, you can't punish the
guy for speaking his mind.

Maybe not, but we sure as shit
aren't gonna reward criminal mischief.

- That's ancient history.
- Ancient, my ass.

He's under investigation
for drug trafficking.

- What are you talking about?
- I guess he didn't tell you.

He and his posse got caught
with a load of narcotics.

Fortunately, it went down
in my hometown of Carmel

and I was able to impress upon the

authorities the need to keep it quiet

for now.

I'll have a conversation with him.

♪ Came from up the road,
boy, you know we tax homes ♪

♪ You want a whole thing,
hit me on the black phone ♪

♪ Hood nigga, Hot Cheeto,
what I snack on... ♪

I was in your wedding party
and now you blow me off

just so you could do biceps today?

You really shouldn't be here, man.

What the fuck's going on?

The boss doesn't appreciate
you stirring things up.

- I'm not stirring things up.
- We know you've been making inquiries.

- Who told you that?
- I'm not saying.

Tim, there's nothing unethical

about me just getting
the lay of the land.

We wanna stay under the
radar, not like the 49ers,

leaking every piece of
information they get.

What happens in the building
stays in the building.

I'm not the one causing
problems. I fix problems.

I got Wayne Hastings, the stadium
commission, they're all in my corner.

Good for you, but don't forget
you're not the only game in town.

- Who got to you?
- Nobody.

Bullshit. Who got to you, Tim?

Relocation talk has
been going on for years.

Way more experienced
businessmen than you have failed,

and a lot more are in pursuit,
so don't take it so hard.

- It's the nature of the biz.
- You're out of your mind

if you think I've failed already.

And enjoy the rest of
your fucking workout.

Fucking bicep workout, if
that's what you wanna call 'em,

those little motherfuckers.

Ricky: Yeah, right, you ain't got shit.

- Bluffing.
- (phone buzzing)

Oh, shit, she's calling again, Rick.

- (doorbell rings)
- Oh, hell, she ringing, too.

Ignore that shit.

- (tablet chimes)
- Oh!

Straight flush!

I swear to God, this
motherfucker is rigged!

- What you think? She leave?
- (Amber grunts)

Ow. (grunts)

Oh, that can't be good for the baby.

- Huh.
- Oh.

Maybe it means she ain't pregnant.

- You okay?
- You got something you wanna say to me?

Yeah, mazel to you and
your giant, white boyfriend.

You really think I would invite
a sidepiece to the doctor's office

when I knew you're supposed
to be there? He was backup.

Whatever. I'm sure he'll
make a wonderful father.

- That is, if you even pregnant.
- Oh, I am.

- And you are the father.
- You can't prove that till it's born.

The doctor said the baby was
conceived six weeks and two days ago.

The first day we hooked up.

I don't even know if I
was with you that day.

- I'ma check the calendar.
- Yes, thank you so much.

- He's really nice.
- Yeah, all right, check the calendar.

And if we can confirm, I
got no problem manning up.

But if we can't, I'ma need you to exit

through that front door like a lady.

- Okay, I will.
- Yeah.

And I'ma need you to not lock me out

- and hide like a child.
- Ooh, snap!

TTD: Okay, the 6th, you woke up,

you had training 7:00 to 9:00.

Game tape till 11:00.

We had a long lunch at the W,

did some shopping, went home, had
dinner, and then we hit the club.

In the immortal words of DJ Slugo...

♪ I ain't yo baby daddy,
I ain't yo baby daddy ♪

- ♪ I ain't yo baby daddy... ♪
- Ho! Ho, ho, ho.

- Uh, uh, uh.
- Ho, ho, it says dinner was cancelled

from 8:00 to 10:00,
but it don't say why.

Mm, that probably was me.

- Hold this.
- Uh-oh.

Right there.

Yeah.

You said leave through the front door?

I can do that. I can definitely do that.

Let me just go ahead and leave
through the front door right now.

Cute dance. Have a great day.

I like her.

(both singing along) ♪ Every
day, I need an ounce and a half ♪

♪ SP, the only flower that you know ♪

♪ With a bounce and a half ♪

♪ Listen, kid, I need a mountain of cash ♪

♪ So I could roll up, hop in the whip ♪

♪ And, like, bounce to the ave ♪

♪ I get high 'cause I'm in the hood ♪

♪ The guns is around, it take a blunt... ♪

- (phone ringing)
- Oh, shit.

- (radio turns off)
- Shut the fuck up. This is Spence.

Shut the fuck up. Shut up.

Hello?

Did you talk to anybody
about my plans today?

Pardon me?

Did you tell anybody about my plans?

Did you tell anybody where I was going?

Uh, I think not. No.

I'm pretty sure someone's
trying to derail me.

Shit, you know how much I love trains.

Let me tell you something, I
think it's the fucking league.

Oh, shit, that's for real, man.

Eyes and spies. 'Tis
the world we live in.

You sound really
fucking weird right now.

That's probably just our connection.

- How'd it go with Reggie and Vernon?
- Oh, Reggie's right here.

- Say hi.
- What up, though, Spen...

- (coughing) Spence?
- Shut the fuck up, Reggie.

- How'd it go, Joe?
- Uh, what?

Did you get them out of
the fucking weed business?

Um... (coughing)

I can't really hear you.

- Joe. Joe.
- You should... ask... back later.

- Fuck, dude, that sucked.
- (both giggling)

This fucking cocksucker
just fucking hung up.

All the time!

I like that, but with
bass in your voice.

- (low-pitch) All the time.
- There you go.

- (line ringing)
- (sighs) Hey, Virginia.

Ms. Brewer's insisting you
have that drink tonight at 8:00.

There's no way I can make
it back to Miami in time.

Don't have to. She's
right there in Oakland.

(engine starts)

(chuckles) I'll be there.

(music playing)

- ♪ Hey ♪
- ♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ Unh, baby... ♪
- (whistle trills)

♪ And I'm about to blow it all on chocolate ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm about to
blow it all on chocolate ♪

♪ Sweet tooth, baby, make
that dollar stretch... ♪

- Berg: Come on, Rico!
- (whistle trills)

Rico, you've got to
explode off the ball.

You should've been five yards downfield.

That should've been your ball.

Working them hard, Coach.
Got the boys looking good.

A lot of kinks, but we're getting there.

So, Mr. Siefert asked me to come down

to give you a sense of what he
was thinking, you know, rosterwise.

Do I look like I give a shit?

Rico, you're gonna do everything
wrong today, maybe one right thing,

quit arm wrestling and
drive off your legs.

Move!

You may wanna take a
look at it just in case.

- (whistle trills)
- Man: Nice adjustment! There you go.

- Man#2: Come on, Reg.
- Man: Right there!

This is pretty much exactly what
we talked about, save a few changes.

Changes?

Yeah, Aiello's gonna
be starting at center.

- What about Sutton?
- All this attention's gone to his head.

He's showing up late and
he's dragging his feet.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

You know what? Let me
have a talk with him.

- I'll make sure he steps up.
- You have a talk with him.

Ain't gonna change a thing.
I already made up my mind.

- (whistle trills)
- Oh.

Hey, Coach, Mr. Siefert ain't
gonna be happy about that.

- (players cheering)
- Once again, Charles, no shits given.

Come on, Coach, you gotta at
least give it some consideration.

- He is the GM.
- Charles, you're a smart man.

Attaching yourself to Siefert

is not the move a smart man makes.

Coach, I'm not trying to choose sides...

Rico, I saw it.

You actually did something
right there, didn't you?

- You wanna make your fucking mom proud?
- Yes, sir.

- Well, then fucking do it again!
- (whistle trills)

So, how'd it go with Indy?

- Well, not like I planned.
- No?

You left out some critical details.

- Like what?
- You know like...

That smells amazing.

- Thanks, honey.
- You know what?

I told you that I needed the whole
truth and nothing but the truth,

and you held back on me, all right?

So you can give it to
me now or I'm gonna walk.

- (sighs)
- You know what? Fuck this.

All right, all right. Look, come here.

Me and my homeboys used to kick it
at this club in Indianapolis, right?

And we met this Brazilian dude.

He was known for hooking people up

with party favors and whatnot.

And whatnot?

No, man, like weed, blow,
pills, shit like that.

Party favors.

He offered one of my
homies a deal on some Molly.

- And you didn't know about the deal?
- I ain't gonna say

I wasn't aware that he
was gonna buy something,

but, yo, I didn't even know he was
gonna deliver the shit to my house.

- Come on.
- That was stupid.

Especially 'cause the dealer dude,

he was trying to beat a case.

So as soon as they dropped it,

instantly, police just
swoop in, arrest everybody.

- But you weren't at the house?
- They picked me up later.

Said that I'd be in for
trouble down the line

unless I turned on one of my homeboys.

But, look, I didn't do shit.

- That's the truth?
- The whole and nothing but.

I'ma trust that.

But if I'ma stick around,

I need to know that you trust me, too.

(kid chattering)

- Okay.
- No, I mean for real, full on.

- I will, I do.
- Okay, good.

I clipped Indy.

(scoffs) You told them I'm out?

I told them to eat a bag of dicks.

- (whispers) Yo!
- Sorry.

You said that shit?

Yeah, I did, verbatim.

Fuck Indy.

Yo, you a crazy-ass white boy!

- (music playing)
- (chatter)

- Candace.
- Ah, Spencer.

- Good to see you again.
- It's good to see you.

- You look great.
- Thank you. Nice suit.

Thank you very much. I
traded in my hoodie for a tie.

- Thank you.
- Excuse me, Don Julio, chilled, please.

- Well, congratulations.
- On?

- Your registration approval.
- Ah, thank you very much.

You gave a compelling performance

at the rookie symposium.

I was just speaking from the heart.

And your exploits at
the monster truck rally

- were equally impressive.
- Ah, yeah, well.

You have a very unique way
of getting what you want.

I take it you're not too keen on Vegas.

The sex, drugs, and gambling
factor is a bit tough to overcome,

especially when it's out in the open.

That makes it less of a draw, right?

I mean, nobody wants what's easy to get.

- You speak from experience.
- Oh, I've had my day.

- Mm. Mm-hmm.
- I don't try to hide it.

The truth is being in Vegas
might even bring you fewer arrests

and less negative publicity
to tarnish the Shield.

So you clearly understand the concerns.

I take this business
venture very seriously.

Spencer, you're one
of the few ex-players

who managed to build a
successful second career

that is arguably better than your first.

Why risk everything you've built?

Sounds like you're trying
to discourage me, Candace.

It's a free country.

I just wanna know if you're
an enemy of the league.

Am I an enemy of the league?

Something to think about
on your flight home.

(line ringing)

- (sighs)
- Tim: Hello?

What if I told you I was very sorry

that things got shitty between us

and I will never speak
to another soul again

- about our dealings?
- I'd say I'm listening.

I will deliver you an
additional 300 million

in private financing

plus whatever Mark Davis needs
to bring the team to Vegas.

You think you can do that?

Oh, I know I can.

(sighs)

♪ I'm in savage mode, whoa ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode, whoa ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode, whoa ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode, I'm
a savage on these hoes ♪

♪ Savage on these hoes ♪

♪ Savage on these hoes,
I'm a savage on these hoes ♪

♪ Cup, whoa, muddy, yo ♪

♪ Hit the yolk, got the stick, whoa ♪

♪ Keep it on me, yeah ♪

♪ Do you got it? Yeah ♪

♪ One in the head, yeah... ♪

- (imitates gun cocking)
- ♪ Bitch, I fucking dare ♪

♪ Nigga, I double dare ♪

♪ Why the fuck you stare? ♪

(imitates gunshots)

♪ Bet your ass don't stare ♪

♪ Red bottoms, yeah ♪

♪ Bitch, watch where you step ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode,
cook a nigga like a chef ♪

♪ Ain't no loyalty, these
niggas all for self ♪

♪ All these fuckin' stripes,
I should've been a ref ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode, whoa ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode, whoa ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode, whoa ♪

♪ I'm in savage mode, I'm
a savage on these hoes ♪

♪ Savage on these hoes ♪

♪ Savage on these hoes ♪

♪ I'm a savage on these hoes. ♪

♪ Yo ♪

SPENCER STRASMORE: I need you
to know, you go in on this,

shit could get pretty steep.

I'm a capitalist. I
don't kowtow to threats.

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey Now what we want ♪

Truth is, you old as
dirt for a wide receiver.

Maybe you have a couple of seasons left,

but after that, who are you?

There's a weird white kid in our house.

MAN ON PHONE: What
house are you in, Rick?

Should we call Wayne, tell
him we're gonna be late?

If you can't make a lunch,
how are you gonna move a team?

People are always looking
for new ways to knock us down.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, I
can relate to that one.

You have it comin' though.

♪ We just tryna' win
baby We just tryna' win ♪

♪ We just wanna win, win Yeah ♪

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