All language subtitles for Ballers.S03E08.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

Footage has surfaced
of an altercation

in which Ricky Jerret appears to
assault a teenage boy.

(GRUNTS)

You're suffering from
post-concussion syndrome, Ricky.

What?

You're firing me, Charles?

No, Siefert's firing you.
I'm just telling you.

See you, coach.

Spencer, say hi to
the acquisitions team at IMG.

JOE KRUTEL: Why are you
such a masochist, man?

We've got a great business
going here.

SPENCER STRASMORE:
If we've done our jobs,

then clients have learned to
look after themselves.

We're selling ASM.

♪ Kane is in the building,
nigga... ♪

( music playing )

♪ 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 )

( exhales )

( seagulls screeching )

- Morning, sailor.
- ( chuckles ) Good morning,
honey.

Have you seen
my toothbrush?

Mm, yeah,
it's in the shower.

Cool, I was gonna
check the shower

after I checked the microwave
and the dishwasher.

( Chloe chuckles )
I always brush my teeth
in the shower.

( chuckles ) I see that.
You might wanna try

brushing your teeth
on your side of the sink
using your toothbrush.

It's pink.
I got it for you.

I could put "Chloe"
right there on the handle
if you like.

Well, I like
your electric jobbie

'cause it works great
as a vibrator

on those lonely nights
when you're not home.

Ah, okay, well,
I'll buy you one
of those, too.

( chuckles )
Lighten up.

You're the only one
that I'm using as a sex toy.

Thank you, I hope so, baby.
Listen, I gotta tell ya,

in less than a week,
you've completely rearranged
my kitchen--

Oh, you try finding
cereal in that cupboard.

Look at
my bathroom counter.

It looks like the makeup
counter at Sephora

after a massive
fucking earthquake.

- Okay, this?
- Mm-hmm.

This doesn't happen
without a workout

and a little
war paint, okay?

- Want some coffee?
- I do.

- ( spanks )
- I want more than coffee.

( ringtone playing )

- Hey, Doc.
- Woman: Hello,
Mr. Strasmore.

This is
Dr. Dester's office.

He'd like you to come in
for your results today.

You know, I wish
I could make it,

but I have
a company retreat
that I can't miss.

Oh, those are fun.
Well, let us know when
your schedule clears up.

Hold on, is there any way
that you could give me
the results now?

For situations
like yours,

Dr. Dester prefers
to talk in person.

( sighs )
It's not cancer, is it?

The test
was for sperm count.

Right, uh,

well, listen, I mean,
how did it come back?

Did it come back average,
above average,

off the fucking charts?
Tell me.

You're welcome
to come in at 11:00
and find out for yourself

or you can just
let your imagination
run wild for a week.

( chuckles )
Okay. Okay, okay, fine.

Fine, I'll see you
soon, bully.

- ( music playing )
- Could life get any better?

Yeah, if you pass
that motherfucking bottle.

Oh, what are we drinking?
I love it.

Good drink.
I'll take it easy, though.

Okay. Hello.

- ( ringtone playing )
- ♪ Pick up the phone, baby! ♪

♪ I know
you're home, baby! ♪

♪ I'm in
the zone, baby. ♪

What's crackin', ace?

Where the fuck
have you been?

Uh, where I can
always be found--
cloud nine.

Make that
nine and a half.

Great, well, now it's time
to touch down on planet Earth
and deliver that land.

I'm selling my company.
It's the least you could do.

Shit, Strasmore's
going all in.
I love it.

Maybe you should come
kick it with Travis and I
at the casino

since you're in
such a gambling mood.

Too busy pulling rabbits
out of my ass, Wayne.

Might have to give you
a residency, too.

Look, stop
fucking around, okay?

The owners are gonna meet
in about a week and a half,

and if we don't
get our shit together,

this whole fucking thing
can go south.

Relax, we're golden
with the land.

( sighs )
All right,
did you pick up

those abandoned projects
north of the Strip?

- That spot's a dump.
- So, you're gonna put up
your golf course?

My father dropped dead
on that course, buddy.

It's a monument
to the Hastings name.

There are over
500 monuments around the globe
in the Hastings name, Wayne.

- Who gives a shit?
- And Daddy dropped dead
on one of them,

so you can
back off it now.

Okay, Wayne,

I just wanna know exactly
where we're gonna build
this thing, huh?

- That's it.
- I'm meeting with
the seller later on.

Will send pics
once we're locked.

Hope your phone
has 4K.

- Okay.
- ( console beeps )

( sighs )
Fuck.

It's a good thing
that they diagnosed you.

It earns us another chance
with the Pats.

Yeah, the team
can't cut ties with you
just 'cause you batshit crazy.

- Bipolar, bipolar.
- It's a bad look to
put you out on the streets.

Pssh, being diagnosed
as bipolar

is one of the few things
that actually makes sense
this off-season.

Keep taking your pills,
stick at it with therapy,

the Pats will commit
to you long term.

Man, I ain't fucking
with these pills, J.

- It'll affect my performance.
- On the field or in the sack?

- Both.
- You don't take the pills,
you don't suit up.

Well, what's it matter
if I'm too doped up
to do my job?

I'm sure they're
not that bad.

Shit, T, Google
the side effects.

The fuck I look like,
Siri?

Ricky:
So sensitive.

"Common side effects
may include, but are
not limited to

fatigue, nausea,
vertigo,

diarrhea, constipation,
and sexual dysfunction."

Right, that sounds fun.
I'm gonna be walking
around here

tired, limp, dizzy,
and shitting my own pants.

That sounds crazier than
punching some white kid
in the face.

- There's no guarantee you'll
have any side effects at all.
- Don't worry about it.

I mean, if there are,
they could just give you
more pills to fix that shit.

- I'm glad everybody's so
concerned about my health.
- ( phone chimes )

- Oh, fuck me.
- Ricky: More bad news?

Yeah, but not for you.
For Charles.

- Ooh.
- Thank God.

Pass me one
of them grapes, cuz.

You got it.
Bam!

Well, we're always
looking for new talent
to boost our staff.

- Yeah.
- So, you know what?

I'll let you guys
talk it over privately.

Great!
Thanks for
the tour, Lydia.

- Yeah, you're welcome.
- Thanks so much, Lydia.

All right, bye-bye.

Text you later.
Ooh!

She's impressive.
This whole place
is impressive.

- Jeez, you're really
slurping the Kool-Aid.
- I'm not slurping anything.

I'm just saying
our employees are gonna be
very comfortable here.

- It's nice and stable.
- Fuck, I just don't
think our staff

is gonna fit in
with IMG culture,
you know?

I mean, Byron has more porn
on his hard drive than I do.

Phil is
borderline homicidal.

Natalie, precious,
little Natalie, okay?

Every Friday,
she goes into the bathroom

- and sniffs Wite-Out
before happy hour.
- Wow.

And Marcus curses
more in casual conversation
than you or I combined.

That is
fucking impossible.

I don't know,
it just feels like
our outfit is a band of misfits,

- you know, who excel
at unconventional warfare.
- Mm-hmm.

And that's why we love them,
by the way, you know?

That's why we love
our company.

Yeah, well, you know,
they're also survivors, okay?

They're gonna be fine
wherever they land,

whether it's here or--
thank you very much--
or anyplace else.

What about our clients?
How are you gonna drop
the bomb to them?

Ricky, Vern, Charles,
Sizzle, Antonio, Suh.

I will handle it.
I got it all under control.

We need the appraisers
over at ASM by 2:00 p.m.

- Did you set the diversion?
- Yeah, I rented the Ritz
ballroom

for ASM's
meditation retreat.

A real bitch
finding a Zen master
on short notice, by the way.

What the fuck happened
to going down to the Keys
and getting plastered?

Oh, please, come on,
you don't fire
a drunken mob.

Phil will
fucking shiv you.

At least this way,
they'll learn coping skills

before you drop
the bomb.

Oh, listen,
that reminds me--

No, don't! No.
Don't say that
you're gonna be late.

( chuckles )
I'm gonna be
a little late.

- Ugh!
- It's all right.

I just can't cancel
my lunch with Chloe.

- Chloe?
- Yes.

Ugh, here. God damn.
What, are you two all
shacked up now?

( chuckles )
Well, it fucking
seems that way,

but she's in town
just for business.

Oh, well,
that's good.

You can still
get rid of her.

I'm not getting rid
of her, Joe.

Yeah, you will.
I mean, you always do.

Look, I gotta go
set this shit up.

Hey, don't you
fucking dare

make me do
your dirty work
for you.

Why the fuck do you
say it like that for?

- I never do that.
- All right.

I might get
one of these things.

- ( engine starts )
- Oh! Shit.

Coughlin and Smith
have had success with
schemes similar to ours,

but I believe
it's Lions' OC,
Jim Bob Cooter,

- who's the future
leader of this team.
- ( phone buzzing )

If Stafford
hadn't gotten hurt,

the Lions would've made
some noise in the playoffs.

Yeah, didn't they finish
bottom third

in the run game
during that span?

It's a passing league.

A high-flying offense is
what it takes to compete
with the Pats.

- We got the pieces.
- ( phone chimes )

Now we just need the right man
to put them together.

You got more
important business,
sweet cheeks?

( phone chimes )

No. No, sir.

Wife seems to think that
Kiki may have allergies.

They got all-natural
antihistamines

at the Whole Foods
on 10th Street.

Thank you.

I'll let her know
as soon as we're done here.

Good.

Care to offer
any thoughts?

Oh, yeah, I like where
you're going with this.

- Cooter.
- I don't want
a yes man, Charles.

Tell me what
you really think.

( sighs )

All right,
with the emergence of Ajayi
and the addition of Kisan,

we got a serious
two-headed monster
in our backfield.

We can't abandon
the run.

Winning sells
just as many tickets

as chunking the ball up
40 times a game.

Who you got in mind
to lead this running attack?

Larry Csonka.

Absolutely not.

Then, as I said
the first time,

I think
Cooter's the guy.

Me, too.

- ( chatter )
- ( wind chimes tinkling )

( whispering )
Hey, can I get
your cell phone?

- Ugh.
- I know, I know.

- Gotta take the cell phone.
- Oh, Joe!

- You have no idea
how much this means.
- Cool, man.

Yeah, I was on the verge
of a full-on meltdown.

Well, you've been working
really hard, you know?

So maybe this will give you
some balance and perspective.

Yeah, I was gonna
shoot someone.

Not you, of course.

Someone bad
like the homeless guy
at my ATM.

- Yeah, put your cell phone
in the basket.
- Oh. Okay.

- Yo, yo, yo, motherfucker!
- Shh, shh, shh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm ready to do this shit.

- I bet you are,
I bet you are.
- Yeah.

And afterwards,
we crush the hotel bar.

- All right, we do it.
- I brought a gram of snizz.

Namaste!

Okay.

( whispers )
Hey, Nat.

I gotta take
the cell phone.

I can't do that.

- Hmm?
- My little Beyoncé
is sick with a cold.

The sitter
might call, so.

Ah, look,
this is just gonna be
for a short time, I promise.

You know?
And so, I'm sure
your daughter's gonna be fine.

- Beyoncé's my pit bull.
- Oh.

( whispers )
Where's the bathroom?

Nat, come on,
it's not even 5:00 yet.

Why don't we try meditation
before we resort to that,
you know?

- Okay.
- Yeah. And you know what?
Keep the phone.

- Thank you.
- Don't tell anybody.

- I won't.
- Okay. ( chuckles )

- ( sighs ) Oh, God.
- You ain't getting my phone.

I don't want
your fucking phone.

So, you running
this show today?

( scoffs )
Yeah, right.

- Imagine?
- Mm-mm.

But I found the most
reputable Zen master
on the East Coast.

Hoo!
Sorry I'm late.

Biscayne Blvd. was
a fucking nightmare.

- Oh, hi, Virginia.
- Maximo?

That's right, Maximo.

- He's certified.
- In what?

Everything you need.
Just give him 12 hours.

- Jesus Christ.
- ( Dr. Dester chuckles )

- My God, the irony.
- ( chuckles ) Yeah.

- I'm much better
with vaginas, Doc.
- Let's hope so.

- I'm sorry.
- No, don't worry about it,
don't worry about it.

- Have a seat.
- Okay.

Uh, so, I'm good,
right?

I, uh-- I mean, I've never
actually gotten a, um--

gotten a woman
pregnant before,

but I'm sure with
the scroll of lovely ladies
I have in my phone

that one of my swimmers
accidentally hit land,

considering I had
this one three-peat

at the Pro Bowl
back in 2011.

You went to the Pro Bowl
three times in a row?

No, come on, Doc!

Travis Scott?

♪ I just hit
a three-peat ♪

♪ Fucked three hoes
I met this week. ♪

Except I did all that
in a weekend.

- ( both chuckling )
- Well, according to
your test results,

you do have
functioning swimmers.

- Great.
- Yes.

They're just
more Ryan Lochte
than Michael Phelps.

- Okay, Olympians. Great.
- ( chuckles )

They're declining
at a rapid rate.

- Okay.
- Could be genetic

or could be
lifestyle choices.

I mean,
excessive drinking,
heavy stress,

substance abuse,
smoking, cycling--

No, I mean, look, Doc,
I haven't ridden a bicycle
since I was 11 years old

and I've never had
a cigarette in my life.

Well, according
to Dr. Robbins' file,

three of those factors
are in play.

( chuckles )
Right, well,
I am working very hard

at weaning myself
off the booze

and, um-- and getting rid
of all the pills.

I mean, and plus,
right after this,

I'm going to
a meditation seminar.

All positive steps,
but the damage is
already done.

No, don't say that, Doc.

Come on,
don't say that.

I mean-- I mean,
look, man, I've--

I've given my life
to a fucking game

that doesn't give a fuck
about me anymore.

The only chance that I have
for any kind of legacy

and not be
a goddamn ghost

is to have
a goddamn kid.

That is literally
the most selfish thing

I have ever heard
anyone say.

And I have
10-year-old twins.

- ( sighs )
- But at least
you are honest.

Yeah, to a fault.

- Well, how much time
do I have left?
- You're not dying.

But if you are serious
about having a child
for any reason

other than
the one you just gave,

I suggest
you hop on your pony
and ride, cowboy.

- ( people chattering )
- ( sighs )

( knocks )

Mr. Charles,
there he is.

To what do I owe
the pleasure?

Cooter ain't the guy.

Well, your boss
says he is.

He's wrong,
and his obsession
with the aerial attack

is gonna reverse
all the progress we've made.

We need to focus
on our power run game.

The Falcons would've
won the Super Bowl

if they'd have just
ran the ball.

But then look
at the Patriots.

LeGarrette Blount
led the league in
rushing touchdowns.

We need
a Blount offense--
pun intended.

You know,
I don't appreciate
you coming in here

and telling me how to run
my goddamn team.

I'm just giving you
the straight truth.

I feel like
a man in your position
deserves that.

Look, Charles,

you know ticket sales
have never been

a part of
our decision-making, right?

Then you best inform
your general manager,

'cause that's
the tack he's taking.

Now, if we wanna build
on last season,

we need
to hire the man

that helped lay the bricks
for Miami's success.

Shula's retired,

Griese has
a radio gig,

and Marino-- Marino has
no interest in coaching.

But Larry Csonka's
right under your nose!

Think about it--
players love and respect him,

and he has command
of the locker room.

And don't let that
sunny disposition
of his fool you.

That man has the fire
and the experience

to coach this team
to a division title.

Csonk's a great coach.

- He's loyal.
- Mm-hmm.

I've been thinking
about him.

A little bit
past his prime.

They said the same thing
about Arians.

He won
Coach of the Year honors

two out of his
first three seasons.

- Siefert didn't buy it?
- Wouldn't even hear me out.

We probably could've handled
that Coach Berg situation

- with a little more class.
- ( scoffs ) You think?

I'm the one that
had to fire the guy.

Siefert didn't even
do it himself?

No, sir.

He didn't have
the guts.

- ( music playing )
- ( ringtone playing )

- Hey.
- Spencer: Hey.

- Still down for a late lunch?
- Uh, not anymore.

Niki Nakayama's insisting
that we taste all 13 of
her Kaiseki dishes,

and Wayne wants me
back in Vegas first thing.

Jesus, that's
kind of sudden.

Yeah, well,
he's impulsive like that.

Kind of reminds me
of another

ambitious businessman
that I'm close with.

Listen, Chloe,
I would really love
to see you before you leave.

How about we have
a couple of drinks
tonight, huh?

My retreat ends
around 9:00.

Baby, I'm sorry.
I am on the last flight out.

I'm gonna send
somebody by tomorrow
to grab my things.

At least
spend the night.

I promise I'll make it
worth your while.

Could this possibly mean
eye contact while we do it?

Yes, I'm gonna
deliver a deep,

loving gaze
into your soul.

Well, now that you got me
all hot and bothered,

I'll see
what I can do.

Okay, great.

- ( exhales )
- ( phone chimes )

- ( music playing )
- Why settle for great

when we can make
America spectacular?

- ( horse snorts )
- Welcome to your new home,
Raider Nation!

- Welcome to Wayneville!
- ( neighs )

- ( music playing )
- Maximo: Our careers
can consume our lives.

Stress levels rise.

Relationships suffer.

We drink too much.
We self-medicate.

All damaging behaviors,

both physically
and spiritually.

- But it's fun as balls!
- ( whispers ) Marcus.

Maximo: We try to numb
all the pain that the pressure
and fear create.

The fear of failure
and inadequacy.

- But not missing out.
- Marcus, one more time
and you're fucking done.

I mean it.

That fear creates
a deep-seated anger

that can't be treated with
the breathing and chanting
exercises

that we've been
practicing thus far.

And that concludes
this portion of the meditation.

On my count--
three, two, one.

- And open your eyes.
- ( all exhaling )

- Wow!
- ( Maximo exhales )

But sometimes anger requires
a more visceral outlet.

That leads us
to the rage room.

( Joe chuckles )

What's
the rage room, huh?

Max, tell these guys
what happens in
the rage room.

Anything you like
short of starting a fire.
Destroy everything in sight.

- Piss on the floor.
Shit on the desk.
- ( clears throat )

- Anything within
good taste.
- Yeah.

All part of
the healing process,
right?

- Who's first?
- Me, me! Yep, right here.

Marcus, sit down.

Please! Let me
lay waste to it.

Phil, I think you should do
some more deep breathing
exercises first.

Just-- you can get in there,
but let's just--

what, Natalie,
you wanna go in?

Great,
get on up here.

( chuckles )
Here she comes.

- It's gonna be good.
- Yay!

( elevator dings )

( chatter )

( music playing )

♪ This goes out to all
my Mile End friends ♪

♪ And my Parc-Ex
connects... ♪

Joe:
Choose your weapon.

- This one.
- Or just the tiny,
little axe.

- Look at you,
full of surprises.
- Woman: Whoo!

- All: Natalie!
- All right.

All: Whoo!

- ( sighs ) Here she goes.
- ( phone chimes )

- ( phone chimes )
- No, Natalie,

I told you,
Beyoncé can wait.

- We talked--
- Uh...

All right, Phil,
go ahead.

Yes!

- Joe: Ah, fuck,
Phil, come on.
- Phil: Yeah, okay.

Hey!

( screams )

- Whoa!
- ( all cheering )

Yeah!

Whoa, yeah!

- ( screams )
- All: Oh!

( panting ) Byron says
there are some weird men
appraising the office.

Is that why
you brought us here?

Are you getting rid
of us?!

- ( chatter )
- Woman: Seriously?

- Man: Come on.
- Natalie: What's going on?

Ah, shit.

( sighs )

I have no idea.

- ( piano music playing )
- ( chatter )

( slurps )

Excuse me.

- ( whispers ) Hey.
- Jesus Christ.

If this qualifies
as meditation,

I should be a lot less
stressed right now.

Shut the--
shut the fuck up.

Cat's out of the bag.

- Fuck, you told them
we're selling?
- Fuck, no!

Byron saw the appraisers
at the office.

- He texted everybody.
- Shit.

I know.
Listen, hey,
are we really doing this?

You're goddamn right
we're really doing this.

Wayne's already got the land.
It's fucking beautiful.

And IMG came in
with an amazing offer.

- Yes, we're doing it.
- ( clears throat )

I don't know, it's just--
obviously, the company

means more to them
than we thought it did.

And, really,
if we sell,

the only people
that stand to benefit
are you and Anderson.

Staff's out
on the street,

our clients are stuck
with new handlers.

Joe, this Vegas deal
gives us a greater stake
in the league, okay?

Makes us legit.

We become more powerful,
we could help out the players,

we can fucking
influence the game.

We sell ASM,
it gives me an opportunity

to pay back
Ricky and Vernon

and it gives you half
of the remaining $4 million.

I'll give you that,
that the Ricky and
Vernon thing--

wait, I get $2 million?

Yes, you get
$2 million.

Half of
fucking four, yes.

Wow, okay.

Uh, well, what are
we gonna do for them?

They're gonna have
a healthy pot to
split as well.

Okay?
Everybody wins.

Okay.

( music playing )

There it is, baby.

♪ Yes, Lord, ooowee ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ Hey, huh ♪
- ♪ Ooowee ♪

♪ I bet you feel so high,
got your head in the clouds ♪

- ♪ But you still
come around like ♪
- ♪ Ooowee ♪

♪ I see
what you started... ♪

When I first came
into this job,

I had the best of intentions
and zero experience,

but I learned something
about this business

from each and every
single one of you.

I mean, you guys
are the reason

why ASM has become
such a successful and
profitable firm.

Because you care more
about your clients

than any other company
out there.

But it's that success that has
caught the attention of IMG.

And IMG has officially
put an offer out on the table

to purchase our ASM.

So it's with great thought
and consideration

that Mr. Anderson and I
have decided

to sell the division.

- Man: Damn it.
- Being associated
with a firm of IMG's stature

can only benefit
all of your careers.

And I've put together
a very healthy, um,
parting gift.

Whoa, whoa,
what parting gift?

He's talking about
a severance.

I'm talking
about a payout

from the massive sale
that is gonna happen.

And you know what?

Each of you
deserves it.

Phil:
This is bullshit.

As soon as the papers
are signed,

those corporate whores
will clip us.

- Is that true?
- Maybe, maybe not.

But-- but, hey,
here's what I do know.

IMG, they're all
good people,

and I put in
a really good word
for you guys.

Look, if they come in
and they decide to do
a clean sweep,

guess what,
I'm gonna be right there

helping all you guys
get right back on your feet.

- Okay?
- ( Marcus scoffs )
Fuck that.

Man:
Come on.

Nothing good
about your word.

( exhales )

( exhales )

You know, that went
a lot fucking worse

than I--
than I anticipated.

I don't know
how we could expect
anything else.

Fuck me.
Something I said?

( sighs )

I'm sorry I left you
hanging today.

Huh? Oh.
Oh, forget it.

I'm just as responsible
as you are.

It's just that,
I don't know, man.

If this is
the right thing to do,

then why do I feel
so shitty?

I bet that $2 million
is gonna help you feel
a little bit better.

Little bit.

( chuckles )

I have done a lot worse
for a lot less, right?

- Fucking right, you have.
- ( both chuckling )

But you were
a man of the people.

You fought
for our clients,

you protected them,
you stood by them,

you stood by me,

by every single person
in that office.

You even helped Anderson
when he really needed it.

Yeah.

But I'm afraid that

somewhere in
this wild pursuit
of a mega-stadium deal,

you've become just as aloof
and just as greedy

as those
asshole one-percenters
we used to despise.

♪ I don't really care
if you cry ♪

♪ On the real,
you should've never lied ♪

- ♪ Should've saw
the way she... ♪
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I wouldn't get rid
of those, man.

I don't need them, Pop.

You ain't even
gonna try?

All I've been doing.

Trying to hold it together,
keep it in check,

hang on to the man
that I am.

I don't wanna take these
and turn into somebody else.

People don't like who I am,
fuck it, they should just
stay away.

Man, the Jerret men
have taken that route
for generations.

What-- what are you
talking about?

Man, our family crazy
as a motherfucker.

Big Walt, my daddy?

Nigga lived life like
a fucking maniac, man,

till somebody picked up a gun
and shot him dead in a bar.

And before that,

his daddy
drank himself to death
in his living room.

Look, Ricky,
every bad trait I have

has come straight
down the chain.

Now, don't be hardheaded
about this, son.

So, if the doctors think
that those things can do
some good for you,

give it a try.

I mean,
there's no reason
to end up like

all the other
Jarret men.

You ain't
turned out so bad.

Well, I had help.

Yeah.

Hey, man,
I started taking these
before I came to see you.

- Jesus Christ.
- And that was the best
decision I ever made,

and I owe it
to medication.

You ain't got to
get back on that field
and catch Tommy's bullets.

No, I don't.

But if I was a fool,
I would say neither do you.

( scoffs )

♪ Medicine, little nigga,
take some ♪

♪ Fast car, NASCAR... ♪

( music playing )

♪ Temporary light... ♪

- Spencer: Hey.
- Hey!

This how you planned
to spend your time with me?

Half in the bag
feeling sorry for yourself?

( chuckles )
It's not me I feel sorry for.

Yeah, well, this happens
on the next level.

People get hurt
all the time.

You just have to keep
your eyes on the prize.

Yep.

Come here,
sit down.

Let me ask you
something.

Am I a greedy person?

Do I want too much?

Well, as much as
I would love to say
that you are...

you're actually not.

Most of the time,
you think things through.

You feel
the consequences.

You have
a conscience,

which is more
than I can say

about most men
in your spot.

Come here.

- ( sighs ) Right here.
- ( chuckles )

♪ So I think
I'm coming down... ♪

( Chloe panting )

♪ And freedom to fly ♪

- ♪ Said his heart's built
with holes inside... ♪
- Oh, God. Oh, God.

( moaning )

♪ But I still see stars
in your eyes... ♪

( gasping )

Oh, God.

( panting )

Oh, fuck.

Did you just...?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

( clears throat )

♪ Headlights roll by ♪

♪ But I'm still
chasing time ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Will you still
be mine ♪

♪ When morning comes? ♪

♪ We'll be fine ♪

♪ Oh ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪
- ♪ We'll be fine ♪

♪ I said I think
I'm coming down ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. ♪