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[elegant music]

♪ ♪

[pleasant vintage music]

- You're the boss.

You're such a boss.

[ladder squeaking] - [panting]

Hey, Donny. - Hey, Frank.

- Oh, you heard me, so I'm not a freakin' ghost.

- What are you talking about? - You know me.

I'm all about one love, but some people just don't get it.

It pisses me off. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, Frank...

Take a seat. Take a deep breath, all right?

- [exhales]

[lid twists, alcohol pouring]

- All right. - Thank you, man.

- Cheese stick? - [refreshed exhale] Yeah.

Mmm. - All right...

Now pop it in reverse, and tell me what happened.

- All right, so check this out.

I'm at the mall, right,

going to get the Air Force 1s I told you I wanted.

You know, how I do. - Sure, sure.

[slow string music]

- [sighs] So anyway, I look up, and I see Christian.

♪ ♪

So I'm like, "Hey, Christian."

You know, I figured he'd turn around and say hi back.

But then...

♪ ♪

- What? - [sighs]

♪ ♪

- What'd he do, Frank?

♪ ♪

- He heard me.

He turned and looked right at me.

♪ ♪

And then he just turned around and walked away...

♪ ♪

Like I wasn't even there.

I felt invisible.

♪ ♪

He big-leagued me, Donny.

- No way.

- Made me feel like a straight up buster,

right in front of the shoe salesman.

- Oh, my God. And you're sure he saw you?

- I'm positive.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

That ain't right. - [sighs]

Man, I was so flustered.

I didn't even get the Air Force 1s I went to go buy.

I let the salesman talk me into buying some whack-ass footwear.

- No. - Look...

♪ ♪

- Oh, no. No, no.

Oh, Frank. [slams table]

- [sighs]

- That ain't you, Frank,

and this ain't right,

but I'm gonna make it right.

- Barney, I need you to come pick me up right now.

I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere.

I don't have my shoes. My ankles are swollen.

- [whispers] Frank...

Hey, Cory. - Hey, sport.

Oh, hey, Frank. Didn't know you were still here.

- Hey, Cory.

- Hey, Cor, sorry to interrupt your HBO program,

but we got a situation on our hands.

- Oh, yeah? What's up?

- Christian big-leagued Frankie.

- And if you were stuck on the side of the road...

- Oh, sorry to hear that, Frank.

- It ain't right, Cor, but I'm gonna make it right.

- ... I'd be there for you. [remote beeps]

- And how do you plan on doing that?

- I'm gonna be outside in the courtyard,

playing with my yo-yo,

doing various tricks to get his attention,

and when he sees me, he'll say hi,

and when he does say hi, guess what...

- [sighs] What? - I ain't gonna say hi back.

That's right.

I'm gonna glaze his ass like a donut,

big-league him. Even Steven.

- You'll do no such thing. No, first of all,

I don't even know that you can big-league Christian.

He might just be in a bigger league than you.

You know, he is a junior college professor,

and he's 6'3",

and I heard he won trivia night last week.

- We're all in the same league, Cory.

We're all friends. - Yeah, it's one love.

- Yeah, I know it's one love.

And Frank, I'm sorry this happened to you.

But the fact is,

Christian lets us use his HBO GO password.

In fact, a lot of people around here use it.

And if you go big-leaguing him, he might get upset,

and if he gets upset, he might go changing that password,

and we can't risk something like that

just 'cause Frank's feelings got hurt.

- He made him feel like a buster at the mall.

- Nonetheless, cool your jets, amigo.

- [sighs] It ain't right, Cor.

And just so you know, it's not hurt feelings only, kay?

Frank got so flustered at the mall,

he got some whack-ass footwear. Look.

♪ ♪

- Oh, God damn it.

- Come on, my boy.

- [slurps, exhales]

- Going through that whiskey pretty fast there, pal.

- I don't even feel it.

Fact is, I ain't felt much

since Frank was dishonored.

Can't tell right from wrong,

left from right,

even from Steven.

- Well, look, Kevin's coming over to watch some HBO,

so maybe try cheering up a little bit?

Let it go. It's over.

- Oh, I pray you're right, my boy,

but I got a bad feeling you might just be wrong.

- Hey, Christian!

Hey, same shirt!

Look at this.

[tense tone]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Kev.

♪ ♪

You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost.

- Yeah, well, I definitely feel like one.

- Oh, Kev, what happened?

- I was just in the courtyard,

and I see Christian, right, and...

he's wearing a Hawaiian shirt too.

So I go, "Same, same."

And he saw me,

but he just kept walking.

Turned and walked away.

- You got big-leagued, Kev.

[solemn guitar music]

♪ ♪

That's two.

♪ ♪

- It's too early.

- All right.

- Hey, um, I'm sorry, Cory, but...

do you mind if we just hold off on the HBO right now?

I... am feeling a little bit...

- Flustered?

- Yeah.

That's it.

- Who has a Kia Optima? It's parked in my space.

- [mutters] Oh, boy. - That would be Christian's.

- Whoa. What happened, Frankie?

- [sighs] I rolled my ankle playing basketball.

These sandals have no ankle support whatsoever.

- That's it. I've seen enough.

- Sport, where you going? - I'm going to get my yo-yo.

- God damn it.

♪ ♪

- Don't try to stop me, Cory.

- I'm not gonna try to stop you.

You were right, and I was wrong.

Ever since Christian won that trivia night,

he's been on a high horse,

and he needs to get knocked off.

- Hm, glad to see you came around.

Well, if you wanna look out the window,

I'm about to knock his ass off right...

- Not today.

Please.

Just give me 24 hours.

I got three seasons left on "Girls,"

and I really wanna finish.

Plus, you need to sober up anyways.

You smell like a goddamn red hot tamale.

- You got 24 hours.

♪ ♪

- Ooh, that's what's up, my boy. Let me see you walk the dog.

[yo-yo hissing]

Ooh! That'll get his attention for sure.

- What's up, y'all?

- What's up, Brent. - What's up, Brent.

- I heard you're big-leaguing Christian tomorrow.

- You heard right.

- Check. Uh, I wanna help.

- Why? - Well, 'cause I'm a bad boy,

and this is a bread-and-butter bad boy situation, obviously.

- [chuckles]

No thanks, Brent. I don't need your help.

- Okay, okay, respect.

So, you know how to big-league. You ever done it before?

- No. - Oh, okay.

Well, why don't you give it a try,

make it a first.

- Okay. - You ready?

- I'm ready. - Show him what's up, my boy.

- Let's do this. - Oh, hi, Donny.

- Oh, hey, what's up, Brent... Oh, fuck. Sorry, Frank.

- [sighs] It's okay. - Okay, so you're scared.

And that's okay. I can see it in your eyes.

But you'll figure it out.

I'm gonna get out of your guys's hair, but as I walk away,

can you just do me a favor and call my name, would ya?

- What's up, Brent?

♪ ♪

- Ooh. That was cold.

- [chuckles]

Okay. You're in.

- Check on aisle three. Let's go.

[woman talking on TV]

- Hey, Fox.

Listen, we got a situation.

Christian big-leagued Frankie at the mall.

- Ah...

Sorry to hear that.

- Fox, Donny's gonna big-league him back.

[solemn guitar music]

- Cor, he knows damn well

we shouldn't be crossing Christian like that.

A lot of people use that HBO GO password...

[whispers] A lot of people.

- Well, you go tell each and every one of them

that they got 24 hours before Donny's gonna do

what he's gonna do.

Password might change.

It might not.

Anyway, just wanted to let you know

which way the wind was blowing.

- I don't support this.

♪ ♪

- All right, so let's see what you got.

I'll pretend I'm Christian. - Okay.

All right, let's do this. - All right. Get in position.

- All right.

- Hey, Donny.

All right. All right, all right.

So, that's little league.

I need to see that big league.

Try again. - Okay.

- Hey, Donny.

Oh, shit, welcome to the minor leagues.

Let's try and see if we can get you called up to the bigs.

- [sighs] Wh-wh-wh- what do I gotta do?

Stare longer or...

- No, it's not about what you do.

It's about how you feel when you do it.

You need to feel like you're on a high horse,

like you're an eighth grader in P.E.

who just won the Presidential Physical Fitness Award.

And you need to look at Christian

the way Christian looked at Frankie,

like some little sixth grade buster

who can't even do a sit and reach.

- All right.

Give it to me one more time.

- Check.

Hey, Donny.

[wind whooshing]

♪ ♪

Pick up the phone. - Huh...

Hello? - Hey, is this Donny?

- Yeah, it's Donny.

- Just wanted to personally call you

and welcome you to the big leagues.

- Yes! Thank you.

- Okay, so what's the plan? - All right, so check it out.

I know Christian's home in the morning,

so I'm gonna be waiting for him out in the courtyard,

right by the fountain. - Just standing there?

What if he doesn't see you? - Oh, he'll see me.

I'll be outside, playing with my yo-yo.

- Yo, yo, yo, I like that idea.

Yeah, he'll... He'll definitely notice that.

What's Frankie gonna be doing? - I'm doing this alone.

- Nah, when Frankie got big-leagued,

he was out in public, in front of everyone at the mall.

When Christian gets big-leagued,

we need to make sure people see it too,

make him feel like a real buster.

Frankie, you gotta be there. - Oh, I'll be there.

[lasso whipping] - Who else can we get?

- Well, Cory would help, but he's gonna be too tired

from binge-watching his HBO GO programs.

- [sighs]

- But we can get Andie and Kevin.

♪ ♪

Where are you gonna be? - Oh, I'm gonna lure

that little high horse out of his stable.

Mark my words,

I'm gonna ride that white pony,

keep those doggies rolling.

"Giddy up, Christian." That's what I'll be saying.

[imitates neighing]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

- Brent? Why are you wearing your UPS uniform?

- 'Cause I'm bringing you a package.

- Oh, you are?

- You won trivia night, right?

- Oh, you heard.

- Well, to congratulate you, I got you a prize.

- I was wondering if someone was gonna give me something.

Hm.

- Whoa, Donny's got some yo-yo skills, huh?

[audio modulating]

- Yeah, he does. Hey, Donny.

[audio modulating]

[yo-yo clicks]

♪ ♪

- [scoffs exaggeratedly]

[female choir singing]

♪ ♪

- Donny? - Buster ass buster.

♪ ♪

[choir singing over epic horn music]

♪ ♪

[wind whooshing]

[whistling over soft music]

[champagne cork pops] - Whoo! [chuckles]

- Teach him to park in my parking spot, huh?

- Oh, yeah... - [laughs]

- Little taste of his own medicine there.

Oh, man. - Cheers.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Donny.

Can we talk?

- Uh, yeah.

Come on in.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Christian, about our...

- Donny, please.

I deserve that.

Ever since I won trivia night last week,

I have been on a high horse.

I let it go to my head.

Forgot who I was, who my friends were.

You brought me back down to your level. Thank you.

- [chuckles] You're welcome.

- You know what's funny?

I didn't even know any of the answers on trivia night.

It was my teammates. [both chuckle]

- That's hella funny.

- Oh, by the way, I know Cory uses my HBO GO.

I changed the password.

Tell him it's... "one love."

[slow orchestral music]

- Is it uppercase or... - All one word...

Lowercase.

- Nice and simple. Sweet.

♪ ♪

- Yeah... [laughs] - [clears throat]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Kevin...

♪ ♪

Neat shirt.

♪ ♪

- Thanks.

- Hey, Andie, I'm sorry I parked in your spot.

If it ever happens again, I made you a spare key.

Don't hesitate to move it.

Just be careful. It's a brand new Kia Optima.

- Thanks, Christian.

♪ ♪

- And, Frankie...

♪ ♪

Hey.

♪ ♪

- What's up, my boy?

♪ ♪

[slow piano music]

[envelopes shuffling]

[jazz piano music playing on radio]

- Hey, Cory, you got a jury summons.

- [groans] Boy, they really track you down.

Uh, you can go ahead and put that in my mail drawer for me.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Cor? - Yeah?

- How do you have so many parking tickets?

- Well, I parked somewhere I wasn't supposed to.

- I mean, why do you have so many parking tickets?

You don't have a car.

- Yeah, I know I don't have a car.

I have a truck.

- You have a truck? - Yeah, I got a truck.

- No. - Yeah.

- Really? - Yes.

- What kinda truck? - It's a big old blue one.

- Where the fuck is it?

- Well, I'll tell you what,

how'd you like to go see it?

[cheery classical music]

- So, where's the truck?

- You'll see.

♪ ♪

Come on, sport.

♪ ♪

Well, well, well...

There she is.

Look at her.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

Ah, God damn it.

Got a flat.

- [blows, chuckles] So, how long's she been here?

- Oh, about 25 years.

- [whistles]

- You know, me and my daddy used to park here

when we'd go watch the Lakers play at the Forum.

Well...

she ain't gonna wash herself.

♪ ♪

Kobe!

♪ ♪

See this boot, Donny?

Laker gold.

- So, this is your dad's truck?

- Well, it was my dad's truck,

but he put it in my name when I was just a boy.

He was trying to hide his assets from Uncle Sam, I believe.

Sharp guy, my daddy was.

- So, how far is the Forum from here?

- I don't know.

My daddy always needed someone brave

to stay and watch over the truck,

so he'd go in and watch the game,

and I'd sit in the cab and listen on the radio.

Magic!

♪ ♪

- License plate fell off.

- You see 'em?

- Found 'em.

They're still cold. - Of course they are.

It's a little trick my daddy taught me.

Keep the 40s under the seat, park in the shade,

and let the metal floors keep 'em nice and cold.

[gentle guitar music]

- Hey, Cory? - Yeah?

- Have you ever driven the truck?

- No. No, by the time I turned 16,

she had so many parking tickets and boots on her,

I couldn't afford to set her free.

It's a shame too.

I always wanted to... To haul something.

- What'd you wanna haul?

- I don't know, maybe a mattress or an old desk.

Hey, you wanna hear the engine purr?

- The engine purrs? - Yeah.

You bet your ass it purrs. - [scoffs]

- The thing is, the battery's dead.

[cheery classical music]

♪ ♪

[engine ignites, revs]

♪ ♪

- Thanks for the tunes.

♪ ♪

[music playing on radio]

- Coming up next,

tipoff between the Lakers and Celtics,

with you live from the Staples Center.

- Boy, she really purrs, Cor.

You were not kidding.

- And you didn't think your own roommate had a truck.

Oh...

[groans]

I lost track of time.

We just missed the last bus.

Well, that's all right.

We can stay here for the night.

[man speaking on radio]

Tomorrow morning, we can catch the early bird bus back

and get ourselves a nice little breakfast.

- Ooh, you wanna go to McDonald's,

get some Egg McMuffins?

- Nah, I'm more of a McGriddle guy,

but you can.

Oh, game's about to come on. - Ball is up,

and the Lakers get the possession.

Oh, turnover, and an easy dunk for the Celtics!

Not a great start here at home for the Lakers.

Inbound pass. Ball brings it up the court.

No-look pass to Randle.

Randle dunks it home.

Ha, how 'bout that?

A lot of reasons to be excited if you're a Laker fan

with this new draft pick.

♪ ♪

- One love.