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I can't believe you're
actually going to see Travis Mach.

I can't believe
that you don't believe it.

The guy is a moneymaker.

What kind of meathead skips the combine

and expects to go in the first round?

That move got a lot of
people talking, buddy.

Yeah, and GMs looking the other way.

It's not like you to dismiss

such a good piece of business so easily.

I'm a Miami Hurricane to the core, okay?

We don't fraternize with
those Seminole douchebags.

Plus I'd rather get my
registration approved first.

- Protects my downside.
- Yeah, but it limits your upside.

- You hear anything from Dallas?
- Not a peep, buddy.

I thought you had friends on the inside.

Glazer can't find a fucking thing.

By the way, Vernon's losing his mind.

Do you really think the
team's gonna release

their star defensive tackle over an NFI?

They let DeMarco walk after
he led the league in rushing.

- Anything's possible.
- Well, stay on it.

I doubt I'm gonna have any service out here
in the swamp or wherever the fuck I am.

There's a reason why they call it
the sweaty ball sack of the South.

Nice.

Hey.

- You're a sight for sore eyes.
- Thank you.

How's your hip? You get
it checked out yet?

No, I would say a couple of days
closer to a triumphant return to form.

- I'm serious, Spence.
- I'm serious, too.

I'll get a cortisone shot this week.

I got to go to the med
center to get some PT done.

I'm gonna be good. Hip's good.

Listen, I don't want to freak you out,

but I got a call about a job.

Hey, that's great. Congratulations.

What do you mean, freak me out?
I'm very happy for you.

Well, right now it's just an audition.

Mm-hmm. Where's it at?

- In Bristol.
- Connecticut?

Mm-hmm.

ESPN? Holy shit.

It's a
long way from Miami, though.

Uh, yeah, but ESPN is the holy
grail of sports reporting.

They're probably looking
at a number of people.

They don't do open calls, Trace.

You clearly got their attention.

Thank you. I guess so.

Looks like I lost yours.

Doesn't she work for Suh?

Yep, she works for Suh.

So 30 million over three years,

an in-person with Coach Payton

and a Mardi Gras parade on the tarmac?

God damn, that sounds like a good trip.

It's impressive.

You got to love that chocolate city.

I want to see what else
is out there, though.

Jerusalem getting a franchise, nigga?

Like the Jews out of Egypt,

the road to the promised
land is long and hard.

Plus I can just as easily field
offers at the Wailing Wall.

Send a few prayers in.
Beats sitting around here.

Ain't we Baptists, though?

We all God's children, T.

And I got a thing for yentas.

I like my women smart and fiery.

Yeah, me, too. I had a
brief Bette Midler phase.

Hey, I'm gonna see y'all
pinheads tomorrow.

Where you going?

Won five grand on the
hardwood this week.

- I got to go pick it up.
- Let me keep you company.

Oh, so you want to see how the King
of Naples prowls on his home turf?

We know how you prowl, old man.

Diddly shit is what you know, boy.

Put your fucking shoes on. Let's go.

- Let's go.
- Come on, man. Who gonna eat this shit?

Ah, we have a little company.

Hey, it's great to see some of my
favorite people breaking bread.

Yeah, what a pleasant surprise.

You know Jim Peterson, right?
Property tycoon.

No, haven't had the pleasure.
Spencer, good to meet you.

And of course you know the legendary

Miami nightlife impresario Mr.
Derrick Rubin.

Legendary. Yeah, we met a few times.

I still remember the night

that we tore it up at the Delano in '08.

Ah, yeah, it was right
after we won the AFC East.

And if I'm not mistaken, I got
carried out of that party.

If I'm not mistaken, you
were carried in as well.

It was a good night.

And of course you know
the lovely Victoria.

- I do. Hello, Victoria.
- Hello, Spencer.

- It's good to see you. How is Suh?
- He's great.

We tried getting a hold of you
last night. You didn't pick up.

I know, I was dealing with a crisis.

Oh, that's terrible. Everything okay?

Everything's good.

So how does one go about
getting an invitation

to a power lunch of this magnitude?

Try picking up the phone.

Oh!

We're looking at some land development.

- You know Suh loves engineering.
- I do know that, yeah.

Can't play football forever.
The transition is about time

and preparation and surrounding
yourself with the right people.

You know what I'm saying, right?

I understand.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
Good to see you.

Victoria, enjoy.

Fuck.

Whoo!

City boy made it out
here to the Everglades, baby.

Oh, my goodness. Would
you look at this car.

- Not bad, huh?
- Welcome, Justin. Good to meet you, man.

It's Jason. You're looking
real good, Tracy.

- Country strong.
- He's got jokes. Pretty boy's got jokes.

- These are my uncles.
- Fellas.

I'm Billy, this here's
my baby brother Bob

and that there is Wade.

All right, good. Billy, Bob, and Wade.

Tell you what, man, this is the
best gift from an agent yet.

- Oh.
- You doing right by me, Justin.

No, no, not for you. Careful with that.

All right, well, what'd
you bring me, then?

I brought you me. The rest of this shit

you'll be able to buy
on your own, trust me.

We heard that before.

Yeah, uncs promised Mama they'd
look out for my interest.

That's good.

Even if we have to put
you down in the mud

and make you oink like a pig.

Oh, yeah, get you some
of that sweet bacon.

Wade likes that.

Yeah, I saw
"Deliverance." That's good.

Is there someplace we can go meet

without your dirty uncles
breathing moonshine down my neck?

Just saying, you remember
what a slant is, right?

- You gonna analyze me now?
- You're damn right.

Even as a second-string rookie in '85,

holding that Lombardi Trophy, man, was
the best feeling that I ever had.

Best ever?

Hey, man, it was like God's
light shone down on me, man.

Ain't nothing in your
entire life could compare?

Like maybe the birth of your son?

Yeah, a close second. Photo finish.

Don't take it personal, Rick.

Your father suffers from an affliction

called having your head up your own ass.

- Oh!
- It's very rare.

Oh, it's also hereditary.

Oh, I had to have mine
surgically removed.

Don't listen to him.

Ricky got all his finer
qualities from me.

Crazy.

Oh, looks like my
greenbacks are on the scene.

Now, you say nice things about me,

there's a nice, big old
tip in it for you.

You don't tip in the first
place, you cheap motherfucker.

Think you good, man.

A lot of speculation on the
cause of Vernon Littlefield's injury.

A mediocre year coming off
the heels of a huge contract

and now a suspicious torn Achilles.

The fans and the media are wondering

if it was money well spent and
they're about to find out.

We should burn some palo santo.

South American holy wood.

It cleanses misfortune, man.

Well, we better burn the
whole fucking forest.

...it seems to be a mystery

on exactly when and where
the injury occurred.

Still no word, Reg.

I always said never
trust the man, Spencer.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Dallas just announced a press
conference about Vernon's injuries.

- When's it going down?
- This afternoon.

See, this is what you get when
you give the man the truth.

- You should have just fucking lied.
- Team hasn't called you yet?

They want to punish us. They
want to humiliate Vern.

Let him find out when the
rest of the world does.

- All right, I'll keep trying Dallas.
- And hurry the fuck up.

Your client is over
here having a meltdown.

Good-bye, Reg.

Anderson couldn't just drive here?

He had to take the SS Fucking Asshole?

This fucking boat gives me the creeps.

What do you think he
wants to see us about?

I got a hunch. I bumped into
Victoria at the Raleigh.

Oh, no shit. Did she thank
us again for Suh Casa?

No, she was too busy
having lunch with Andre.

Get the fuck out.

We got played. He made us chase
Spice while he hijacked Suh.

Do you really think he'll bail on us?

I know how Andre operates.

What the fuck are we
gonna tell the old man?

You guys like Bellinis?

Love Bellinis.

The secret's in keeping the seeds out.

Looks delicious.

So, how's things?

Things are great. Never better.

- Mm-hmm.
- What kind?

I hear Vernon Littlefield might get
released by the Dallas Cowboys.

Having Ndamukong Suh on the roster
just doesn't cut it anymore.

- Can I ask you something, Spencer?
- Yep.

What are you doing with the division?

anything that makes me
believe you have a plan?

I wish there were room on
this deck for cartwheels.

- He's a surefire first-round draft pick.
- Really?

He's gonna sign a huge contract.

He's gonna attract more young clients.

And he's gonna lead us
right into the future.

NFLPA forbids you to touch him.

- No risk, no reward.
- Ah, reward.

That brings me to the theme of the day.

You guys are certainly great
at rewarding yourselves.

600 for a beach bar in Key Largo.

And wrapping it up, two
grand at Tootsie's,

We were trying to save Spice Adams.

- Every client matters.
- Here's an idea.

A little wacky, a little crazy,

a little unorthodox.

Bring me new clients who
actually make money.

And then invest that money.

Why did he need to be saved?

We kind of poached T-Sizzle

and we caught some fire for it.

Who exactly did you
kind of poach him from?

- Miami Wealth Management.
- Andre?

Andre.

You're kidding, right? This is a joke?

You're taking this on the road?
You are minnows.

Okay? Minnows do not go
after sharks for a reason.

They will eat you alive,
swallow you whole,

spit you out for bait.
Whose idea was this?

Sizz was gonna leave him whether
he signed with us or not.

No sense in letting
somebody else get...

It was my idea.

And I take full responsibility.

I appreciate that, Spencer. I really do.

Do me a favor... next time
you have a bright idea,

kind of don't do it.

Now get off my boat.

No, finish your Bellinis.

Now get off my boat.

Ah, thank you.

Come on, Hal, you
got to give us some clue.

I'm telling you, I still
don't know anything.

Is this some kind of mindfuck?

A mindfuck is your client

not answering the door when I fly all
the way to Miami to check on him.

Hal, he was scared. The kid was scared.

We're all scared.

You can't just hunker down
and hide from the world,

disrespect your employers.

No, I get it. Listen, just give me two
minutes on the phone with the boss.

That way, I can vouch for Vernon.

I can hardly get a minute myself.

Okay, well, when you do, tell him I said

that the kid made a mistake
and he copped to it.

That's got to count for something.

I know he's got a soft spot
for you, but right now

I'm not sure it counts for shit.

Hal, tell him anyway. Please?

The loss of Littlefield only
magnifies the lack of size

for Dallas on the defensive
side of the ball.

A run defense that was
exposed last season

will look to the waiver wire
for additional support.

Cowboys brass is expected
to address the media.

We will continue to update you as
information becomes available.

I wonder who that could be.

Nate, turn the TV back on.

Turn it back on, Nate.

- Chill. Chill.
- Nate.

- Hold on a second.
- Damn, man.

I don't know, man.

Turn the TV back on.

- Whoo!
- Hey!

Ooh!

Now is not the time, y'all, for real.

Nate, turn the TV back on
before I got to do it myself.

Get up. Get it. Get it right there.

Aw.

Uh, seriously, it ain't what it looks...

So it ain't five topless women
dancing in your living room

while Vernon's career is on the line?

I was just trying to make
him feel better, man.

Uh-huh. I got you, Nate.
Let's show the ladies out.

Let's pay them. You're
all very beautiful.

Thank you for coming.

Ladies, this way, please.
Thank you. Thank you.

Uh, just so you know, I had
nothing to do with this.

Not now, Reg.

I mean, who can think of pussy

at a time like this?

Oh, hell, yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Wow. Wow.

It's amazing.

So, Travis, you skipped the combine.

You gonna tell me that
makes me an asshole?

No one's done it before.

Why should I parade myself
around like a piece of ass?

I'm a Butkus Award winner,
not a fucking beauty queen.

You're jumping out of FSU early.

I just don't want to
see you rule out teams

or get an unreachable draft
number in your head.

I mean, those are the kind of
expectations that can kill a guy.

Well, my number is five.

Your draft number or your IQ?

Funny.

You know, I had 15 other
agents out here to see me.

I like you, man. You shoot
straight, you drive a cool car,

and you got awesome hair, but
I can't lie to you, Justin.

I felt more love from the F-350 dude.

At least he brought me a proper gift.

Now, that's the kind of stuff that
makes you sound like an asshole.

Shit.

- What's wrong?
- Swamp got a hold of us.

- What?
- You know how to drive this thing?

Uh, no.

Well, looks like you're
pushing, pretty boy.

No, I'm not going in there.

Man, them alligators are more
scared of you than you are of them.

No, see, I'm not a water guy. I don't...

Fine, I'll do it myself, man.

Just wait. I got this. I'll do it.

Off the edge over there.
We need to get a push-off.

Huh?

Just don't make any, like, real sudden
movements or anything, you know?

- Come on.
- I got it.

Give us a push. More!

Whoo!

See you, Justin!

Motherfucker!

Fucking punk!

- Whoo!
- Travis!

Travis, you can't leave me here.

Come in.

Charles, you getting any sleep?

- Newborns can be difficult.
- I feel great.

I don't know if it's old
man strength or what,

but my recovery time this year was
quicker than any of the past seasons.

Fatherhood will make you
look at life differently.

It's true. I think
about the future more.

- That's why I wanted to see you.
- I'm all ears.

I heard y'all are considering
moving me to the right side.

Where'd you hear that?

I prefer not to say.

But I just want to let you
know it's not a problem.

I just got to kind of wrap my
head around the switch, you know?

Hell, I even tried to jack off the
other night with my right hand.

Didn't really work out so good.

I guess what I'm saying is I got
to get used to more run blocking,

which is not a problem

if what I heard is true.

Actually, we just signed
Phil Martz at right tackle.

I know Philly. He's a real good player.

He is.

We're gonna let you go, Charles.

Oh.

Okay.

You should be proud of
your contribution here.

Thank you, Mr. Siefert,
for the opportunity.

Thank you, Charles.

Take care of yourself

and that beautiful family of yours.

Thank you.

Let me ask you this. Why'd
you take off on me?

Man, your mama didn't
want me around, boy.

Come on, D, but I did.

She didn't give me no choice.

No, don't put that on her.

You chose not to change,
be there for us.

Man, look, I was young, man.
She raised you right.

But, I mean, I needed a father.
I needed you.

Man, what are you... why are you
ruining a good time tonight

talking about all this drama?

Karla, fix my son a man's drink.

And a round for everybody in the house.

Go take a nap, Dennis.

Who you talking to, "Duck
Dynasty" motherfucker?

Nobody wants to hear your bullshit.
You're embarrassing your son.

What you know about me and my son?

All right, come on, Pop. That's enough.

- Knock it off, Dennis!
- Hey, whoa, whoa.

- Motherfucker!
- D, man, what are you doing? Stop.

- Pop, stop. Stop.
- Say it again.

Get the fuck off me!

Oh, you gonna step to the king now.

You think you got what it takes, huh?

Here are the keys to
the house and the car.

Don't wait up for me.

Come on, man.

I think you got to say a
prayer with that, man.

It comes with a prayer built in.

- Yo, check it.
- Oh, what the fuck, Reg?

Hey, calm down. It's
just a paintball gun.

- Well, fuck. Give us some heads up.
- Yeah.

Hey, listen, it's my
fault you in this spot,

so pop me and we'll be even.

Okay, you can shoot me anywhere, man.

Just not my face 'cause I get bitches

and not the baby-maker.

I don't want to get even, Reg.

- I just want to keep my job, man.
- Exactly.

Everybody calm down, by the
way, it's coming up next.

Let go of your balls
and grow the fuck up.

Let's go live to the Cowboys'

press conference at Valley Ranch.

Hello?

You down here or what?

Is that you?

No, it's Bob fucking Woodward.

Who's that?

He's a... oh, forget it.

Will you just come out so I can see you?

You first.

I am standing in the middle
of the garage, asshole.

Hey, Joe.

Max.

Love your new office.

Hey, for sensitive matters like this,

I like to operate under the radar.

So you did get something for me, huh?

Full disclosure on your boy Andre Alan.

Best I could do in a day.

There's some good little bits in there.

This is more than I expected.

My skills are tailor-made
for investigative work.

Turns out there is
life after disbarment.

Wow!

This is a new low for you, Max.

How the hell did you pull this off?

Same way I got everything else done...
with my charm.

But, no, really, how
did you pull it off?

With my charm.

- All right, tell me later, then.
- All right.

Hey, give me the number to this garage.

I want to call you sometime.

1-800 go fuck yourself.

It's toll-free. That's good.

There's been a heap of speculation

about Vernon Littlefield's Achilles.

I want to state our position clearly.

Vernon Littlefield injured
himself while training.

Come on!

This shit's for real.

- There's more. There's more.
- That's what I'm talking about.

Mr. Jones, myself, and the
rest of the organization

- has the utmost faith in Vernon.
- Yes!

He's getting the finest medical
attention and therapy available.

And we expect to see him back on the
field at some point next season.

- Yeah! Yes!
- Come on with it!

- Come on! Come on! Come on!
- See, this is a great day.

We can finally come all together,

take a collective deep breath.

- Come on. Ah!
- All right.

- I'll call you later, superstar.
- All right, Spence.

- Big Nate.
- All right.

Give it here. Ah!

Oh, man.

- Now you're even.
- Come on, man.

- Ah, fuck.
- How you feeling, Reggie?

You tell Spencer we always
take care of our guys.

Baby, I'm home.

Hey, baby. How was your workout?

Um, yeah, it was good.

Yeah. Then I met up with Siefert.

- And they cut me.
- They what?

Yeah, they cut me.

Signed a new right tackle,
put me on waivers.

Baby, they can't do that.

They do it all the time.

Those soulless motherfuckers.

No, no. No, no, no. It's all good.

I'm just grateful we
got the extra season.

But you can still play. If you
want to find another team,

we'll work out the logistics.
We'll move wherever we got to go.

You got a career to protect, Dr. Greane.

It's all good. Really, it is.

I know what's important to me.

- It's right here.
- Baby, I love you.

I hear your baby waking up.

So I'm gonna go get her and
then I'll make you some dinner.

All right? Okay.

Okay, well, I was hoping for something

a little less pornographic.

You want to smack him
in the mouth for real,

this is how it's done.

- Hey, Joe, do me a favor.
- Yeah.

Let me talk to him alone.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I get it.

You don't want me to
intimidate him too much.

- No.
- Smart.

Thank you, buddy.

Hey, man, you want a beer?

I don't drink beers with assholes.

Oh, come on. Don't be like that.

I got left in a swamp,

chased by a Burmese python or whatever,

chewed on by so many mosquitos,

I can feel the Zika virus
coursing through my blood.

So forgive me when I say
have a nice life, Tracy.

God damn it, I love this dude, man!

Jeez.

- Hey, where you going?
- Back to civilization, dickhead.

Hold up, hold up. Wait.

Look, all right, I know I
gave you a tough time.

I just wanted to see if you
had some cajones, and you do.

I mean, some agent from LA had to be
medevaced out of here last month.

I've been doing this too long to take
shit from some weak punk like you.

All right, look, man, I'm... I'm sorry.

All right? I said I'm sorry.
You heard me.

Okay? And I really... I need your help.

Even more than you know, Travis.

So does that mean I
got an agent or what?

So, Andre, why do you care about us?

Huh? There's at least
a half a dozen firms

who contend for athletes in the city.

Oh, because it's my city
and I grew up here,

and you guys are just passing through.
You're like tourists.

So why the fuck do you care
if we share the scraps?

Better be careful that the Sizz and Suh

don't hear that you're
calling them scraps.

Come on, you know what I mean.

Hey, listen, I took Sizz, so
I won't fight you over Suh.

He's the higher-earning client.

- He's all yours.
- Okay.

So why don't we just call that
a day before things get ugly?

Mmm, interesting.

What do we have in here? A
picture of me fucking my nanny?

A picture of me fucking

three of my nannies at once?

Listen, if I'm making money for
my clients and my company,

nobody gives a fuck if
I'm fucking my nanny.

You need to get Sizzle
back where he belongs

and then we can get back
to business as usual.

Okay?

Now, if you think it was easy for
you to dig some shit up on me,

how easy do you think
it's gonna be for me

to dig up some shit
about your partner Joe?

Or imagine what I can do with what I
already know about you, my friend.

Huh?

I'm too big to fail, Spence.

And you just entered a world of hurt.

Shame on you.