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- Keep her close, Roberto.
- Sure.

I give it five stars, Tony. Five stars.

He may be fashionably late,

but our intrepid leader
does not arrive empty-handed.

Are you about to hand
us cash or somethin'?

Even better. You cannot sip hundies,

so I've been saving these bad boys

for a very special occasion.

Any of you motherfuckers
that don't drink wine,

fuck you, you start tonight.

Yay.

"Go West, young man.

Go West."

- Why?
- What the fuck do you mean, why?

- It's a super-famous quote.
- By who?

I don't... Your fuckin' mother.
I have no idea.

I don't know. Fuckin'...

All right, forget it. You go.

- All right, all right.
- Let's help him out.

I can't drop a
quote, I'm not that smart.

You're fuckin' Mensa
compared to this table.

Let me drop a little knowledge.

With success and self-improvement

comes obligation...

Fact.

and now we know that our brothers,

starting with Mr. Charles Greane,

- the Big Man himself...
- I'm proud of you.

And our other brother,
Tricky Ricky Jerret...

on their long, glorious journey
to the other coast, Californ-I-A.

We're just relocatin'.
We're not dyin', brother.

So much pressure on me
I feel like I'm dyin'.

Safe passage, our brothers.

These brothers are
flyin' on private jets,

not travelin' on wagon trains.

Shut the fuck up.

I'm tryin' to deliver my goddamn toast.

We love you, we will miss you,

and we will hold it down
until you return.

- Cheers.
- I'll drink to that.

May you always have a clean shirt,

a clear conscience,

and enough coins in your pocket

to buy yourself a pint.

Irish.

Sit your drunk ass down.

I'll drink to that, too!

Spencer, walkin' me to my car?

Can't believe it, man.

Don't expect a kiss good night.

Shit.

You might change your mind about that.

Whoa, look at you.

I see all that neglect last year
didn't go in vain.

When I tell you I got you, I got you.

I knew that then. I just wanted
some concrete evidence, brother.

- Like an episode of Dateline?
- Right.

Word on the street is, though,
you're looking for funds to expand.

- Yes, we're looking to expand.
- So am I, baby.

- Count me in.
- You sure about that?

Come on, man, hell, yeah. And they
got another five comin' after that.

I'm feelin' the pressure. Come on.

And you know you want to follow
us to L.A. You know you do.

No, me and SoCal don't mix.

Why, what's the problem?

It's a long story for another time.

Go on, get home.

- You know I love you.
- Love you too.

It's a little fuckin' early.

And a happy good morning
to you too, Spencer.

- Who is this?
- It's Candace Brewer.

Candy. What do I owe the honor
of hearing your voice?

I would have assumed you
were a morning guy, Spencer.

Picture you at the gym
at 4 a.m. doin' curls.

I am a morning guy,

but today's my cheat day.

Plus, I'm feeling
a little under the weather.

Well, I have some info

that should boost your immune system.

I'm always open to good news.

You're on the ballot.

Contrary to public opinion,

I'm not ready to throw my hat
in the ring yet.

I'm not talking about public service.

Although, with the new brand
of politics taking hold,

you'll fit right in.

I don't quite know if
that's a compliment or not.

I'm talking about
the Hall of Fame, Spencer.

And I wouldn't tease you

about something this momentous.

Wow. Well, I'm...
I'm actually speechless.

Well, I'm not.

Congratulations. It's well earned.

Candy, thank you so much.

Really appreciate the call.

You're ten hours early. Calais
meeting isn't till 6:00

Come on, get ready.

Got things to do, other people to see.

Like what? Calais is the only reason

I agreed to come out here.

- What are you doing?
- I don't know,

I heard you talkin'
to somebody. Thought maybe

you pulled something out
of the hotel bar last night.

I was talkin' to Candace Brewer.

The days of me pulling anything
out of hotel bars are long gone.

Yeah, me too. Gross.

Candy Brewer, huh?

Shit. We're in trouble again, right?

I don't care. She can't hurt me.

Old trouble? New trouble?

No, no, no, we're fine,

I'm just on the ballot
for the Hall of Fame.

You motherfucker.

- Congrats, man.
- Yeah.

God, I just got chills.
It's like I'm on the ballot too.

Holy shit. You deserve it.

Now, come on, shower it up. Let's go.

All right, let's do it. Do we
have to sit in bullshit traffic?

- What are we doing?
- We're going shopping.

Where we goin', Rodeo?

No, Lance Klians.

He's an old Burn buddy of mine.
Ran into him last night.

He needs to sell his company.

So you're taking advantage
of somebody else's misery.

Come on, man, I'm feeling good today.

Don't start the day
with a lecture on karma.

What does Lance do?

He's the king of action sports,
my friend.

Hi.

Hi, sir. I'm Andrew, your
executive assistant.

- You got something stuck in your eye?
- No, sir. It's a twitch.

It goes away after I get to
know my boss for a few months.

- I've had a couple.
- OK, cool.

- Well, you just call me Charles.
- Thanks, Charles.

First order of business, where
do you want your desk and sofa?

Ah! OK, so I'm thinking

we push the desk up against the window,

we move the couch over against the wall,

with the coffee table
and armchairs facing in.

Oo-wee. You're goin' good now.
Something wrong?

It's just not very feng shui your way.

Besides, I thought you'd want it
a little bit different than Les.

He had it arranged that way?

Why didn't you speak up and say so?

Sorry to interrupt.

- Mr. Thompson. How ya doin'?
- I'm good.

So, what are you planning
with the 300 or so people

- who work for you now?
- 300. Wow.

I didn't realize
there were so many people.

Oh, yeah. You have everyone from
administration, communications,

community affairs and engagement,

consumer sales and marketing,

data analytics...

Andrew. I got it. Everyone.

Is this overwhelming for you?

'Cause you seem like
you're a little overwhelmed.

- No. No, sir.
- Good. Because basically,

everyone that works in this building

and in this organization in general,

they work for you now, Charles.

- Except you, sir.
- Yeah.

In my experience,

it's best not to keep people in limbo.

You know, just cut the dead weight fast.

Maybe they'll find another job.

Yeah?

Call me if you need me.

Whoever says they miss sleeping
in their own beds when they're away,

never slept in
a fuckin' five-star hotel.

Don't you love being
on the road together?

Huh? Me and you? Where we goin' next?

Someplace romantic like the Maldives?

Take that if the answer's yes!

- Yes!
- Hey, buddy.

Brother. How's the Left Coast?
It's pissin' rain out here.

The last time I was in L.A., someone
slipped me a Mickey at the ESPYs.

I'm not even gonna tell you
whose bed I woke up in,

but they looked a helluva
lot like Bill Cosby.

Sure as hell ain't nothing like good
ol' Miami, where people tell you

they're gonna take advantage
of you before they even do it.

While you're out there suffering, I
need you to do something for me.

- What do you got?
- There's this kid I need you to check out.

He's the top quarterback in the country.

The kid out of Stanford,
right? Arm like a cannon?

No, no, no. Not college. High school.

Shit.

His mom's an old friend of the family.

They just need some guidance,
that's all. Nothing shady.

I don't like the optics of this one bit.

When has that ever stopped you before?

It's not about you.

Everybody with a bag of cash
is talking to this kid.

Just do it for me and give them
a call while you're out there.

- Can you?
- Only for you.

You're the best. Thank you, brother.

I miss you.

- What's this?
- Got us something special

so we could roll in style
while we were here.

- Wow.
- Hey, am I crazy,

or are their palm trees
greener than ours?

Nah, they're just thirstier.

God damn!

This is a Real Housewives
of Orange County crib!

Hell, yeah.

Hi! Nice to see you both again.

I think that I am starting to get a feel

for what you guys like.

I like her!

Oh, baby, so sweet. Isn't he?

He sure is. Maybe one day soon
I'll find a man just like him.

Bitch, just open the door already.

Ooh.

You know I'm just fuckin'
with you, Nancy.

- Is she?
- Don't get me involved.

So, is it really true

that you're retired?

We haven't decided that yet.

But like I said before,
and I'll say it again,

I am retired, officially,
but the real blessing is,

I get to spend time with my
daughter and her beautiful mother.

We might go meet with the Chargers.

No, we ain't meetin' with the Chargers.

Shut the fuck up, T.

Well, I really liked watching you play.

Seriously, you need to stop that
before you get us all killed.

Amber don't fuck around.

It has his-and-her bathrooms
and his-and-her closets.

Oak and cedar. Hermes orange in the
men's, Chanel pink in the women's.

Whatever you want to do, baby.

Like they say, "Happy baby
mama, happy life," right?

It's "Happy wife, happy life," baby.

- Is it? Semantics.
- Yes.

OK, you know what?

Maybe you should
show me where the kitchen is

since I'm gonna be the one
doing most of the cooking.

It's like a 24 hour-a-day job.

Baby Serene can wake up at any time,

and I gotta fry up some shit, y'know?

Let's take it to a window.

- Oh, you're so crazy.
- Yeah. Arr!

Only way I can tell if I like the house.

Let's give it our blessing.

On, off.

On, off.

On, off.

So what'd you say this was?
A Viking or a Wolf?

Fifty mil for a concrete box
with an "X" on it.

Somehow I was expecting
just a little bit more.

Maybe they like to keep a lot
hidden beneath the surface.

Sort of like you, pal.

Oh, my God.

- Whoooo!
- Whoa. Wow.

- Here you are.
- Yeah, huh?

Jaguar '67. An English classic.

Like riding in the Queen's vagina.

Rough ride, but worth it
for the prestige.

- I'm Lance Klians. Wow.
- It's good to see you.

- Congratulations on the HOF.
- I had to tell Lance. Sorry.

That's OK. Just on the ballot.
We'll see what happens.

Modesty's your superpower, not mine.

Joe told me a lot about you
in a short time.

Said you guys really tore up the
playa at the Burn on many occasions.

Yeah, nothing quite like Joe here

running around
in a pair of steampunk goggles

and a banana hammock.

Christ. Sorry I missed it.

And I'm sorry I saw it.

I have no regrets.

Welcome to our humble abode.

Seven years in the making,
we specialize in extreme sports.

We got 250 employees, all with
impeccable taste, as you can see.

Athletes, branding,

distribution, Motocross, BMX.

If you can ride it,
I can sell you on it.

You remember that Robbie
Madison video "Pipedream"

that I sent you last year?
They did that.

Yeah, I did that. With DC Shoes.

Ah. I remember that one.
That looked expensive.

D'you know, it was expensive.
And it was all on DC's dime.

No, I'm good.

But to put it into perspective,

I don't imagine it cost a lot more

than that exquisite
pocket square you're sporting.

Yes, Spencer also has
impeccable taste, as do I.

How do you feel about surfing?

Look at him... do you think
he floats easily?

My ancestors invented the sport.

Well, Spencer, you're
in luck, because the

Huntington Surf Classic is next weekend.

That seems like hella fun.

The pussy is spectacular.

The whole beach is strewn with pussy.

- That is, if you like pussy.
- I do.

This is Annie.
She's the head of our branding.

- Hi.
- Hello.

And this bright young thing is Jesse,

she's one of our great
up-and-coming stars

- here at Sports X.
- What up, dudes?

- What up.
- Hey. All right.

Well, I see Lance is keeping
the Human Resource department

extremely busy these days.

Spencer's very socially responsible.

We don't mind. It's just Lance's lingo.

That's right, just my cunnilingo.

Do you need to know about
our daycare policy,

our drug action schemes?

I'm assuming the drugs are pretty
prevalent in this culture.

We're more corporate
than you might think.

I myself am five years sober.
Just last week, actually.

Congratulations. And Burning Man?

Burning Man!

One-week hiatus, but other
than that, I'm clean.

- Doesn't count.
- Ask anybody you want.

Let me introduce you to the team.

OK, fuck off, you lot,
the grownups are here,

we've got to talk about business.

On your way, get out there
and do what you do best.

No one likes a good-looking
homeless person. Go on, fuck off.

Well, Lance,
I gotta give it to you, man,

this is all very impressive, and I like
the vibe that you've created here.

That's really kind of you to say.

And also it's really beautiful
that you came over here,

knight in shining armor action,

because this situation
is properly fucked up.

My financiers come to me and they
say, "We're buying you out."

I say, "Fuck that, I'm buying you out."

Problem is, I don't exactly have
$50 million just lyin' around.

- Yeah.
- $50 million is a lot of coin

for a shop that represents pro athletes,

regardless of how hyped they are.

They got a surf channel too.
Tell him about the surf channel.

They're totally vertical.

Joe is telling you the truth.

One-one-one-three.

Wow.

Maybe it could be
a little easier to get to.

It's no different from
typing in 206 for ESPN.

- We're in 20 million homes.
- How about events?

- Do you own any of those?
- No, but we would like to.

Listen, Sports X could be
a global Goliath.

Do you really think our corporate
cultures would be a good fit?

I can get along with anybody.

But you're never gonna understand
Sports X in the board room.

Sports X don't happen here. Sports
X happens out on the beach.

Let's get out there, feel
the sand between your toes,

the wind blowing through your... scalps,

- see what it's really about.
- All right. I like it.

Baby, as much as
I love house-hunting with you,

I'm getting tired.

I'll bet you are.

How do you think I feel?

I'm like a bird without a nest, baby.

- Me too.
- Shut up, TTD,

before we send your ass
back to South Beach.

We can't get no privacy in my
mama's house when we're havin' sex.

- True.
- Baby...

You don't have to talk about your
sexual habits in front of your baby.

Why not, Mama? She knows
where she came from.

- Don't you, Serene?
- Let me cover Baby Serene's ears

so she don't have to hear this shit.
Ain't that right?

- Why you keep hittin' me?
- Shut the fuck up, TTD.

Baby. Your language in front of Serene?

You can take your frustrations
out on me if you want to,

but you know what I think?

I think you should rent, just in
case you want to go back and play.

You don't want to be stuck with some $15
million mansion you ain't livin' in.

He ain't goin' back, TTD.

I sat out all season...
didn't miss it at all.

- You tellin' the truth?
- Yeah.

Good. 'Cause you know the rules.

Baby goes where Mommy goes,
and Mommy goes where Daddy goes.

It's what we call a family.

I don't need to be stuck in some
$15 million Newport Beach mansion

and you gone half the year in Texas.

'Cause that would suck for you.

Ain't gonna happen, baby. All right?

- Who's that?
- Oh, it's Spencer.

Probably about some investments
we're lookin' into.

You know.

So this surf thing is a
pretty big deal, huh, Lance?

WSL don't fuck about.
The Offspring are performing,

last year it was Social Distortion.

- Those are recording artists.
- Yes, I know that, Joe.

I caught 'em on Warped tour.

You don't strike me
as a Warped tour type of guy.

Trust me, I'm not.

Well, we can work around that.

The important thing to understand is,

this is not finance,
this ain't football,

this is more than that.

This is lifestyle.

You know, I like our lifestyle in Miami

where we have 200 people counting on us.

What's a couple hundred more,
really, for limitless opportunity?

All right, tell me
about your current roster.

Pure fire. Tell 'em, Freelance.

Kelly Slater, Laird Hamilton,
Tony Hawk, Robbie Maddison,

Nyjah Huston, Zion Wright,
Travis Pastrana.

But best of all,

the jewel in the Sports X crown...

behold... Parker Jones.

Boom.

That's him right there, rippin'.

He's favored to win the Classic.

- He's black.
- No, he's not black;

he's green.

This boy is money wrapped in skin.

So you think he's gonna be
the Jackie Robinson of surfing?

That he's gonna be the one
to break the color barrier?

More than that. This kid could
be like a black Michael Jackson

with an uncomplicated erotic life.

I don't even know
what the fuck that means.

But I like your forward thinking.

But this is not our business.

OK, listen, I'm gonna leave you guys

to your couples counseling session.

I'm gonna consult with the Great
Consigliere in the sky. Mwah.

All right. We'll be here.

- Gotta love that guy, right?
- This is not us.

It's not what we do.
This isn't who we are.

Come on, Joe, I got
fuckin' sand in my shoes.

We're anybody we want to be.

That's what you always say to me, right?

Were we financial managers?
Were we real estate developers?

Were we shoulders for 6'5", 300-pound
Super Bowl losers to cry on?

No, we were none of those things,
but we did it all, right?

You're ready to bet $50
million on your boy Lance?

Yeah. Yeah.

I think so. I mean,
you know, with our help...

You think so, or you know? You
don't even sound sure, Joe.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm ready.

How long would I have to be out here?

Jesus Christ, man, what is your
negative vibe with this place?

Are you delinquent on child support?

Are you ducking a paternity
suit with a Laker Girl?

It's complicated, Joe.

I didn't ask for your
fuckin' Facebook status.

I'm just asking for you to get
with me on this opportunity.

Text your boy, tell him we'll be back.
I want to show you something.

OK.

I don't know if he's got
his phone on him, but...

you know, he'll get it.

What's up, y'all? Charles. How ya doin'?

- Little chilly in here.
- I could have them turn off the A.C.

I'm talking about the reception, Andrew.

- I do feel the ice grill.
- Yeah.

I guess everyone's pretty upset
that Les is gone, huh?

No, they've just gotten
attached to their jobs,

and they know with you here,
those days might be numbered.

Ahem!

Excuse me, everybody!

How y'all doin'?

My name is Charles Greane,
the new GM of the Rams,

as I'm sure most of you already know.

Now, I don't want to be called
"sir," or "Mr. Greane,"

or "Mr. General Manager."

"Charles" is fine.

All right, well, I just want to let
you all know that I respect you all,

and I'm here for you during this
difficult period of transition.

So if have any questions...

Why'd they cancel
the chocolate chip cookies?

We don't blitz enough!

That is a statement,
not a question, ma'am.

They call the chocolate chip
cookie cancelation Cookiegate.

I did not know that. Thank you.

- What is it that you do here, sir?
- Merchandising.

Licensing and Merchandising.

One of my favorite, uh, departments.

I sell T-shirts at a concession stand.

Still a big contribution.
Your job is safe!

Just make sure you stay stocked up

with triple-XL for all the
big, cuddly guys, all right?

- What about my job?
- Our jobs?

- That's a little bit more complicated.
- Oh, bullshit.

Look, we're all here
for one another, OK?

We can set the tone.

You guys are the backbone
of this great organization.

You are the Rams!

Are our jobs safe? Yes or no?

Yeah!

Yeah! Hell, yeah,
everybody's job is safe!

How 'bout that?

All right? And I'm bringing back

the damn chocolate chip cookies!

Go Rams! Yeah!

So, what is this? You
take me out here to whack me?

No, relax, I'm not
gonna kill you, buddy.

Even though I thought
about it a ton of times.

Yeah, well, join the club.

I thought about killing
myself a bunch of times,

but too much of a pussy.

Well, I'm glad you didn't do that.

I wouldn't want to lose you, too.

My brother jumped off this bridge.

Are you fuckin' with me?

No, do I look like I'm fuckin' with you?

William Strasmore.

Took a clean fuckin' jump
and killed himself.

- Jesus!
- Yeah,

I was in my junior year at the U.

He was a star QB here for the Trojans.

Oh, yeah, that rings a bell.

Strasmore.

Shit. Well, what went wrong?

Just nothin' went right.

Didn't start out like that, though.

I'm sorry, man.

- I had no idea.
- Nah, it's OK.

Not many people do.

He was my big brother. The original.

He did everything I did,
only much better.

Fuck, I haven't been out here
since I buried him.

That's pretty heavy shit, man.

Even for me, and I learned
how to cremate my wife

on a do-it-yourself website.

Yeah, L.A. can be a dark place, brother,

but for me it's something much worse.

It has an indoor grill,
and an outdoor grill.

Why you say that like it's
some sort of necessity?

You think because we black, we gonna die
if we don't have multiple barbecues?

Don't listen to him. He's
just fuckin' with you.

- Shut the fuck up, TTD.
- It's Spence again.

Well, maybe you should pick it up.

Yeah, you're right.

It's probably about that money.
Excuse me.

- What up, J?
- How's my long-lost client?

Shit, you got that "lost" part right.
Tell me something good, dawg.

I did what you asked, I made some calls.

Good news. We may have a team.

OK, who?

Cleveland.

Are you fuckin' serious?

That's worse than being here,
stuck at home with Amber.

Yeah, I thought that

you might say that. But, listen,

now that people know
that we're open for business

and that you are ready to play,

more offers are gonna come.

J, I ain't built for this, man.
You gotta save me.

You're the one. Well, you and Jesus.

Listen, Ricky, try putting out

some good, positive energy
into the universe,

and you will get good
shit back... trust me.

Shit, I love this place.
What they askin'?

- 15 mil.
- Fuck it!

Let's put down some roots.

Not to sound arrogant,

but I like a lot of different guys.

I take a little bit from
a lot of different players,

but at the end of the day,
I just feel like I'm different.

I have my own game, my own style...

Is that the kid
Jason was calling you about?

- Yeah, yeah.
- He's impressive.

Camera-ready, too.

I'm not really lookin' at the
kid, I'm lookin' at his mom.

- That's his fuckin' mom?
- Yeah.

Wow. I stand corrected.
You should take that meeting.

- Hey, we didn't see you there.
- No worries,

I know I'm easy to miss.

Yes, you are. Let's have a seat.

You follow high school football?

I watch everything and everybody.

Figure I'll be seeing the kid
in about three years.

That's how you become
Defensive Player of the Year.

Exactly. It's all in the prep.

Sort of like life, right?

Yeah, but investing? That
scares the shit out of me.

It's all right. That's why we're
here, and we're gonna help you.

Yeah. We pride ourselves
on making the right choices.

We're gonna create an investment
strategy designed just for you.

Do you have any questions for us?

Jason told me y'all were
the best in the business.

So if he trusts you, I trust you.

Plus, you guys flew here
to see me, so... I'm in.

- All right.
- Let's do it.

- What do I owe?
- For the water?

We gotcha.

- How about that?
- Appreciate it.

- Now make me some money.
- We'll make that money for you.

Well, shit, man.

That was easier than
I thought it would be.

Because our reputation precedes us,

and deals like this are just
gonna get easier and easier.

While others get harder and harder.

You lickin' your wounds already?
Is that what I'm...?

I'm not, honestly. I wasn't
even thinking about my wounds.

I was thinking about yours.

Don't think about my wounds.
They're way too deep.

Right. That's why the only
thing I want to do right now

is get you back to Miami in one piece.

We're not going back to Miami.

Oh, wow.

Spence...

I so appreciate you
indulging me, I really do.

But it's not necessary.

I don't need to put my pursuit of
success over your mental well-being.

This is not a healthy place for you.

No, it's not.

No, it's not. Understood.

So I'll call Lance
and tell him we're out.

Joe, this place
may be a bad idea for me,

but it's a helluva good one for you.

Plus, it'll force me
to take care of my shit.

And that's been a long
time comin', my friend.

So we're gonna stay here,
we're gonna make that deal.

You'd do that for me?

I would only do that for you.

I have to do this.

I... I want to do this.
I need to do this.

Thank you so much!

- Whoa! Easy, big guy.
- You understand!

You understand. Thank you.

Thank you for suffering for me.

This is gonna be great.

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