All language subtitles for The.Game.2021.S02E04.HDR.2160p.WEB.h265-TRUFFLE

Previously on The Game...

You remind me of Sara,
my third wife.

Was she a hardworking
genius, too?

The Player's Union have
decided to follow the lead

of the Las Vegas Fighting Fury.

The league is
officially on strike.

The league launched
a gambling investigation

against the Colonel's son.

This could send Beau to jail.

If you don't leave immediately,
I will need you

-to find a new therapist.
-Oh.

Despite my best efforts,

Fury isn't covered
by the strike fund.

COLONEL: Tasha Mack
will be stepping down

from The Tasha Mack Agency.

We can confirm
the Colonel's plane crash

just outside of Vegas.

["I Found You"
by Alabama Shakes playing]

♪ Well, I traveled a long way ♪

♪ Traveled a long way... ♪

You really didn't
have to come, Erika.

Well, if you can swallow
your pride and be here,

then I can collect a check
and show support.

I'm sorry, I know this is weird.

No, it ain't weird, girl,
I'm being a bigger person.

Just make sure
I get close enough

so I can spit
on that bastard's urn.

-[hocking]
-Ms. Mack.

My condolences on losing TMA.

Now, weeping may
endure for a night,

but joy comes in the morning.

Oh...

joy came when the Colonel went

Kentucky Fried Jet Wreckage.

Took real courage
for the Colonel

-to invite me to the camp.
-Yeah.

I was public enemy number one.

Yeah, he took
a chance on me too,

with the whole Club EndZone bid.

Mm-hmm, see?
He had his moments.

Mm-hmm, and he also reneged
on making Malik an owner,

he fought the players
on health care,

and stole Tasha's agency.

But he is-- whew--
he's in a better place now.

Now, this might be
the unpopular thing to say,

but... I'm gonna miss him.

Ho-ho, hey,
so when's the repass, huh?

Bet you that potato salad
gonna be some bullshit.

Okay, and then
they gonna call it five-star.

Ain't nothin' like a funeral
to bring out the leeches.

Right?
[laughing]

Hey, I thought this was
close family and friends.

No, no, more like
close phonies and freeloaders.

Mama, break that shit
down to her.

Okay, look here,
somebody in here

is about to be the next CEO
of Thatcher Holdings,

and that person's
gonna run the Fury.

Now, see, that's Thomas.
That's the Colonel's brother.

He like to mix brown
and white liquor for breakfast.

Mm, now, see,
I got a grand on him

that says he is next in line.

I'll take that bet.

The Colonel hated Thomas.
My money's on Beau.

That firstborn got
a special place in the heart.

We'll make it a hundred.
Mama's cash a little tight.

Bet. All right,
Beau's too obvious,

and too damn dumb-- nah.

Colonel loved the Fury too much
for that move, Ma.

Privilege is
a hell of a drug, baby.

What if we both wrong?

And it's Liza.
Colonel's little plaything.

BOTH:
Oh...

A woman taking advantage
of her benefits.

I'll put a Benji on her.

Okay. You know what,
if the sidepiece

is getting a piece,
everything going to shit.

Hell, it should've
been you, Malik.

You damn right
it should've been.

But whoever it is,
they need to help us

end this strike,
and I mean fast, Mama.

Mm-hmm-- damn,
people starting to leave.

This is my last shot.
[hocking]

[laughing]
Classy, Mama.

Mm-hmm.

[spits]

Hello, Brittany, Jamison.

I'm Sara Powell, general counsel

-for Thatcher Holdings.
-Oh, nice to meet you.

I was hoping to meet
with you two tomorrow,

-say 11:00 a.m.?
-I'm sorry,

-what's this regarding?
-I have a business matter

to discuss-- concerning
the Colonel's wishes.

Oh, sounds good,
we will see you at 11:00.

Holy shit!

Babe, we're in the will.

♪ ♪

REPORTER: We are here live,
where the players

and the workers
of the Fighting Fury are

currently on strike.

Malik, how long can
the players hold out?

Oh, as long as it takes, okay?

The players are united.

What exactly do players want?

Well, read the bloody signs.

All players, past and present,
deserve health care.

My brother played high school
ball with Jamison here.

Now, he supports us,
I support him.

We're good mentally
and emotionally, you feel me?

Owners, do the right thing.
The world is watching.

If the players don't play,
the stadium staff don't work,

-and our families don't eat.
-You hear that, owners?

Hardworking folks are losing.

We're gonna take care of you,

because you're Fury family.

- Let them play!
- ALL: Let them play!

Let them play!

-All right, see y'all tomorrow?
-Yeah-yeah, see you

-at the crib, brother.
-Y'all be safe.

-Yeah, for sure, you too, dawg.
-[sighing]

All these folks jobless.
Concession workers,

cleaning crew, security.

As captains,
we should do something.

Something like what?
Dawg, I just had my pool

decontaminated
from the last damn party.

Maybe give them
some cash or...

Or we do something
that's more helpful, hmm?

Maybe.
Like a fundraiser?

Ooh, yes, a fundraiser.

[laughing] Dope idea.
Glad I thought of it.

Right, a place
where people can laugh,

-drink, give generously.
-Yes, baby, count me in.

Ooh, and maybe Raquel can sing.

No can do, she's in New York
visiting her mum.

But... I do have

a comedian friend playing Vegas.

Maybe he'll drop by,
tell a few jokes?

Ooh, okay,
a little dry British humor?

[laughs] Two blokes walk
into a bar for a pint?

Quite the opposite, actually.

He's what you Americans call
a chitlin circuit comic.

Maybe you're familiar
with his catchphrase: "Boy,

you done messed around
and got your bootyhole tight!"

[laughing]

Eh, it'll hit you later.

[laughing]
No, it won't.

Jamison, I'm not sure
if you're aware,

but the Colonel took
great pride in your success.

Not many people
know this, but...

Ulysses always rooted
for the underdog.

Uh, well, I--
I was very grateful to him.

And, Brittany,
he shared with me

how taken he was
with your Club EndZone pitch.

He really admired
your passion.

Well, my dad
always said he was

the best owner in the league,
and I got to see it up close.

Let's get to why we're here.

The Fury family is set
to offer you both

a tremendous opportunity;
now, Brittany,

you're behind
that health campaign

that helped turn
the public against

- the owners, correct?
- Well, yes, but--

We need that creativity
on our side.

We want you to finish
what you started.

We want you
to run Club EndZone

with an ownership stake,
of course.

Um, wow, uh,
you mean, like,

for special events
and concerts and stuff.

And games.
In a few days,

the league will announce
that we are bringing in

- replacement players.
- You mean scabs?

I mean talented players
who want to play.

And, Jamison, we want you
to be our offensive captain.

We're offering you
a three-year extension,

first-round money, and
a million-dollar signing bonus.

To cross the picket line?

I'm sorry, there's just
absolutely no way in hell

- that w--
- I'll do it.

What?

I'll do it.

- Don't look, Ma, please--
- I'm not looking, boy.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Okay.
- Okay, now turn right here.

- Okay.
- Uh-huh.

Ta-da!

Mama, welcome
to the new headquarters

- of my new CEO.
- Absolutely not.

What? Come on now,
hear me out, please.

- What?
- Look, look.

This isn't
just about you, Mama.

This is also about me.

All right,
ever since Tee Tee left,

nobody's looking after
my company's financials.

You want me to fill a job
that was once held by Tee Tee?

[scoffs]
Uh, yeah, well,

Erika, just hit it, all right?

She don't work for you.
She is my assistant.

She go when I say go.

- Okay, now you can go, Erika.
- ERIKA: Okay.

Malik Wright Enterprises

is seeking a savvy,
smart executive mom

with an eye
for making paper.

Some businesses are thriving.
Some sinking.

Now that MWE is paying
for the Fury's strike fund,

we need some more
of that Tasha

pow-pow-pow, hi-yah!

- Too much?
- Wait, say that part again.

The part about some fool
using their own money

- to pay a strike fund.
- See? Savvy.

She's perfect, Malik.

Girl, get your ass out of here.

Okay, ass exiting.

Okay, this is complicated,
all right?

What happened
with the team is on me.

Malik, this strike
could last for months.

Okay? And it could kill
your bottom line.

Yes, which is why I need you.

And on top of that,
I gotta hold

a fundraiser
for the stadium workers.

Wait, was
the White Party expensive?

For Oprah? No.
Okay, look, Malik,

I don't know
what my next move is, okay,

but it is not taking
a handout from my son.

Isn't your next move,
after helping me,

- to get your agency back?
- TMA is dead.

I'm moving on, baby,
but this strike is

very much alive, okay,

and it could
just bleed you dry.

Yes, it can, Mama.

That's the reason
why I need you

to be my new CEO.

Come on, nice leather chair,
come on, sit down,

Mama Mack,
and help your son

find a company to liquidate.

And not Phatty's.
Mm-mm, no.

That's my firstborn,
can't go nowhere.

And not 'Lik's Lingerie.

Damn, she got me wrapped
around her fingers.

Okay... okay,
look, I'll look

at your business babies
and find the best one

to strangle,
financially speaking.

Yes, ma'am.
That's all I need.

I love you, Mama, so much.

- Mwah! Mm! Yes! Whoo!
- Okay, okay.

Uh-uh, wait,
and not Malik's Weed Emporium.

I'm on my way there
right now.

Ooh! Wacky Tasha Macky.

Wacky Tasha Macky,
I got you.

I got you, Mama, I got you.

JAMISON:
Baby, baby, look.

You should actually
say yes, too.

[laughing] I should...
I should just say yes.

- Yes, you should.
- You don't think I want to

take over the club
that I created?

Well, then--
babe, do it then.

You said it yourself.
"I need to figure out

what's next for Brittany,"
and this right here

- is it.
- Sweetheart, I can't.

Okay? I can't.

Daddy would never
cross the picket line,

and Mommy would never let him,

and, Jamison, I need you
to understand this, baby,

once the strike is over,

your teammates will never
take you back, ever.

- So what? So what?
- Just--

Yes, I have been
on my own before,

and this is no different.

Baby, we are talking
about your future.

- Not any--
- My future is now, Brittany.

It is right now.

Look... in prison,

every day was
exactly the same for me,

from wake-up to work,
from work to lunch.

Dinner,
and then lights out.

The dream of playing football
is the only thing

that got me through that.

I just... don't think

I can be with someone
who would do this.

Well, I pray to God
that's not true.

[door opens, closes]

You find a company
to liquidate yet?

Your boy's got hand cramps

- making direct deposits.
- Malik's Memorabilia.

- The sports shop.
- Mm-hmm.

Ooh, yeah,
I bought that

when we first moved to Vegas.
[laughing]

The previous owner had
cute dimples on her buttcheeks.

- Well, it's in the red.
- From when I spanked her?

Boy!
Do you want my help or not?

Okay, okay, Mama, all right,
old habits die hard.

I'm sorry, all right,
what you got?

Now, here is
why Mama slays.

- Come on.
- Okay, you can auction off

all of the inventory
at the fundraiser,

and then save money
by having it here

- at the house.
- Mama, that's brilliant.

You found all that just by
looking at the spreadsheets?

Yep, and I also found this.

A list of women's names

with dollar amounts
attached to 'em.

LaQuana Thorpe,
what, a thousand dollars?

Ming Lee, $1,600.

Rosita Ramirez,
$2,050.

What in the United Nations
of Hush Money is this, boy?

Oh, I forgot
about that, mm-mm.

That ain't a list, Mama,
this is a lifelong goal.

- What's the last entry?
- Uh, Meisha Emerald.

$2,998.

No, Mama,
those ain't dollars.

- What?
- No, that's all the women

your son has pleasured.

Wait! So No Nut November,
I chilled.

So, that means
India Baroque was

2,999!

[gasping] One more smash
and I'm Mr. 3,000, Mama!

- Ooh.
- Whoo! [laughing]

Lord, you know what,
I done messed up with you.

But there is
still hope for Kai.

Ooh, and maybe

I can find Mrs. 3,000
at the fundraiser.

And when I get
my next smash,

I'm-a photograph that ass,
I'm-a sign it,

and we can
auction that off.

You know what, just when
I think you've grown up,

Tinker Bell just comes
and snatches your ass

right back to Neverland.

Ah, Tinker Bell.

Hmm, if I was a fairy,
I'd smash that, too.

Anyway, let me
get out of here.

I want to preserve
my list for posterity.

Mm! Love you, Mama!

♪ Everybody in this ...
gettin' tipsy... ♪

Hello, can I help you?

Yes, I am Tasha Mack,

the not-CEO
of Malik Wright Enterprises

who unfortunately is here

to liquidate
Malik's Memorabilia.

Wow, well, I'm Delores,

the ten-year manager
of this store

who hopefully can
talk you out of it.

Mm, this ain't personal.
This is business.

It's personal to me.

I love this job.

Look, I was a new mom
when I started here,

I didn't know anything
about sports. Now?

I can tell you how much
Evander Holyfield's severed ear

- is worth on the black market.
- [laughing]

Look, I learned
the hard way

that there is life
after work. I think.

So... maybe this'll help you
find a new path.

- $600,000.
- What?

That's what the missing piece
of Holyfield's ear is worth.

- Uh...
- Look, Ms. Mack,

I know this shop.

And with a small
capital investment

and a larger
social media presence,

- I could save it.
- Okay, mother to mother,

I am doing this
for my son.

Now, I'm sure
you'll understand.

Now, we're having a fundraiser,
so I need you to pack up

everything and deliver it
to this address.

- Got it.
- Okay.

[door opens]

- Hello.
- Hey.

What can I get for this?

This is a 2019
Fury championship ring.

- Yeah.
- That overtime comeback

for St. Louis...

Colonel Ulysses S. Thatcher?!

Wait-- where the hell'd
you get this?

Treasure hunt.

Look, if you give me cash,

you can make up
the story.

- Get the cash.
- Randall,

I'm not happy
about selling shit either.

Man, listen, I pay you
to move my money around,

not to give me lip service about
covering the damn strike fund.

What you doing up here?
[snaps fingers]

Man, just hit me
when it's done, Randall, damn.

[sighs]
What's up, dawg?

- What's this?
- Uh, this month's rent.

Rent's covered
till the strike's over.

Strike or no strike,
I pay my bills.

Jamison, I ain't got time
to argue with you about this.

What's up with the strike fund?

Misunderstanding. I got it
covered, Snoop Dogg, damn.

[laughing] Why you ain't
apply for the funds?

You obviously need 'em.

I don't take money
I don't earn.

My mother felt the same way
about food stamps

till we had no choice, so...

Jamison, save that hero shit
for the field, brother.

Okay? That's what
your union dues are for.

- All right?
- Yeah.

- We a team, baby.
- What, you just gonna

- rip up my check?
- Yes, I'm gonna rip it up,

and I'm gonna put it
in your big-ass, ashy hands.

Yes, bro,
take that lunch money.

We family, brother.

- Thank you, Malik.
- Yeah-yeah.

♪ Yo, yo, yo, get the money,
get the, get the money ♪

♪ Ooh-la-la-la-la-la, throw it,
throw it all on me, yeah ♪

♪ Get the money,
get the, get the money ♪

♪ Ooh-la-la-la-la-la... ♪

One Mad Dog 20/20 martini

with a turkey bacon garnish.

Yes, sir.

Zeke, can I get you
anything else?

No, man--
look at this.

You guys have done
enough, man.

- Thanks for everything.
- No, my pleasure.

Hey, don't have
too many of those, okay?

- I will.
- All right.

I have got
to give it to you.

Fantastic idea
you had here, mate.

But why are
all the opening bids $3,000?

Well, the fundraiser
is for the workers.

But it's more of a covert op.

Dawg, you know
how Wilt Chamberlain slept

with, like, 20,000 women?

Your boy's been
making a list

and checking it twice.
Dawg, I'm one smash away

from being Mr. 3,000.

This is actually a list of
all the women you've slept with.

Yeah.
I made it myself.

- But it's not for auction.
- Thank God.

It's more
to commemorate the night.

Actually,
it's more of a...

scroll than a list.

So is toilet paper.
Remember, Malik,

the hunter
who collects 3,000 asses

will eventually be
stuck in shit.

Stuck in Shit!

- [laughing]
- Yeah.

That's gonna be the title
of my new comedy special.

Malik Wright,
this is R.J. James. R.J.

Ah, no introduction needed,
man, I've been following you

since... shit,
I've been following you

- a long time, man.
- Thanks, R.J.

Uh, w-would you
two gents please excuse me?

I think I may have just spotted
the lucky Mrs. 3,000.

Whoo! Oh, shit,
maybe even Mrs. 3,001.

No, you can't come.

Yo, um, what's all that
about, man?

You got time
for a funny story?

So, how goes it, figuring out

who's going
to take over the Fury?

Oh, it's working.

And all of
the wannabes are here.

The drunk, the brat,
and the ho

are gonna all bid
on the Colonel's ring

to save face,
but the new owner is

gonna bid the most,
because they're gonna

want to put the ring
in their trophy case.

BOTH:
Oh.

[laughter]

You know
that's ridiculous, right?

- Girl.
- Had to come see

how my daddy's ring
ended up on the auction block.

Oh, well,
I guess we're both lucky

it's here
instead of some pawnshop.

- You're welcome.
- You know, Ms. Mack,

as next in line
to run the Fury,

this ring belongs
on my finger.

Well, then, I suggest
you make a bid on it.

A big one.

Unless you want to go viral
for trying to steal it.

[phone chimes]

I'm sure you'll need
something one day, Ms. Mack.

And when you come and ask,

I want you
to remember this moment.

Okay.
I will.

You can bet on it.
As long as you keep that betting

legal.

Yes.

At $9,000,
it's a steal.

Yeah? Why is that?

It's Jason Pitts.

Ten-time All-Pro,
three-time champ.

He led the league
in catches for five seasons,

and he just got elected
to the Hall of Fame.

[sighs] This jersey is
from his very last game.

And, if you look closely,
you can still see

- a few tearstains.
- [laughing]

So, you... you know
a lot about him, huh?

I know a lot
about every item here.

Oh, so this is your stuff?

I wish.
It's Malik's.

I just work for him--
and Tasha,

the not-CEO
of Malik Wright Enterprises.

Wait, Malik has enterprises?

[scoffs] I never knew.
I never knew.

So, how'd you get the job?

The original owner gave me
a shot, and I took it.

But unfortunately
all good things must end.

- Anyway, have fun.
- Thanks.

And, between us, your dad is
also pretty damn hot.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Facts are facts.

[laughter]

I have got my eye on the
autographed Ronnie Lott helmet.

What is Jamison Fields hoping to
add to the collection tonight?

Um, I haven't really
had a chance to--

I'm just pulling your leg.
I know the strike is

hard on rookies.

I also know
that the strike fund is

basically a lifeboat
with leaks, so,

if you need anything...

to get by.

Thank you, Garret.

Um, but I-- I'll be fine.

Okay.

Don't miss my boy R.J.

He's lethal.

So don't heckle.

Looking forward to it.

♪ You know just how we do... ♪

And this is the bat

that the legendary
Bernie Mac used

in the film Mr. 3,000.

Huh? Now, 3,000,
that's such a beautiful,

round, whole number,
don't you think, ladies?

Excuse me,
give me one second.

Uh, Dr. Gwen,

I did not know
you were a sports fan.

My cousin's a collector.
He wanted company.

Had I known this was
your house, I would've

- said no a little louder.
- [laughing]

Always weird running
into clients in the wild.

Well, since you in the wild,
you might as well

get a little wild.
[growling]

I already gave back
the car, Malik,

don't make me bail on my cousin.

Okay, okay-okay, my bad,
well, since you're here,

you may as well have
a drink, hmm?

Isn't there
some doctor-patient code

that says you can't refuse
a client's hospitality?

Hmm?

All right, one drink.

One drink.

In addition,
there's a one-of-one

mint condition Deion Sanders
rookie card in the collection.

We also have the glove
Satchel Paige wore

in his very first
Negro league game

and, my personal favorite,

one of Pelé's cleats
from the World Cup.

They say the other one's
still in the referee's butt.

- [laughing]
- All right.

Psst, psst, hey.

So, the mistress
just outbid

the drunk brother
and Beau's bids combined.

What? So then,
if my theory holds true,

that means
the Colonel's successor is...

the concubine?

Hey, that's
some crazy-ass coochie.

- Mm-hmm.
- [laughing]

Rawr.

- No-- roof! Okay?
- [growls]

Okay, Erika, really.

- Sorry.
- Damn.

- [laughter]
- No-no-no, seriously.

I walked
into this big-ass house

and heard the spirit
of slaves yelling...

"We made it, massa!

"Hey, hey,
keep my 40 acres!

Whoo!
I want an elevator!"

Is that what we're doing now?

Are they selling elevators
to Black people, man?

Come on, what's next?
The elevator store

gonna take, what, EBT cards?
Right?

Hey, you know what? Shout-out
to my man Garret Evans.

Yeah, I see you over there, G.

But tell me,
how are you the only person

whose laugh has
an accent, man?

- [laughter]
- [haughty laughter]

I bet your fart got
an accent, too, that's right.

Yeah, I hear you, man.

- Hey, Aunt Tasha.
- Hey.

Hey, does Malik Wright
Enterprises have room

for a hard-working, beautiful,
well-dressed entrepreneur

who just pledged allegiance
to a not-CEO?

[chuckling]
Not sure.

Now, are you asking for a job,
or are you asking for advice?

'Cause I see you and Jamison
been giving each other

the stink-eye all night.

- Mm, you seen that?
- Mm-hmm.

The Fury offered me a job.

They want me
to run Club EndZone.

And you having
second thoughts?

Jamison thinks
I should do it,

but I'm Jason Pitts's daughter.

You know what I mean, like,
Pitts don't cross a line.

Oh, Brittany,

you're such a fool.

Just like
your bald-headed daddy,

who already crossed
the picket line.

Girl, he working
in management.

- Touché.
- Mm-hmm.

I guess, if you were me,
what would you do?

I'd get that paper.

Mm-hmm, I'd take a stand
even if it was unpopular.

So, I guess that means
you're gonna take a stand

and ask
for your agency back.

Oh, don't worry about me,
New School.

Tasha Mack gonna be all right,
you best believe that.

Facts.

Yeah.

And, of course, shout-out
to my boy Malik Wright,

the host of this
whole beautiful night.

Come on, clap for Malik, right?

Yeah, yeah, you see,
I don't know if y'all know,

but they are
actually selling

Malik Wright
used condoms right now

at the dollar store
for half price.

Malik's preferred pronouns

are dumb and dumber.

Right? I mean, he said--
Now, he said it, listen...

Oh, come on, you know
I'm just kidding, baby.

We go way back, right?
Way back.

Yeah, but you see, actually,

it is my ex-fiancée Keisha
and Malik that go way back.

You remember her, Malik?
Kei... No, what?

I'll remind you, I'm gonna jog
the little memory of yours.

You know?
Okay, let's go to the...

the scroll.

[imitating fanfare]

In fact, uh, let's see...

Well, it seems as though
your wacky theory has worked.

One person has outbid
everyone on several items.

Clutch your pearls,
'cause it's Ulysses S. Thatcher

- from the dead.
- What?

How the hell is
the Colonel bidding from hell?

Who is donating
on behalf of the Colonel?

That woman over there.
She spent more money

than everyone combined.

And what'd she bid on the ring?

That's the one thing
she didn't bid on.

Beau got that.

TASHA:
Holy divorce settlement.

A lot of names right there,
let me see, in fact...

ch-ch-ch, ah,
there she is right there.

Keisha Clark.

Now, you see,
while some of y'all

are here making deposits
to charities, right,

Malik Wright's
nasty ass is here,

trying to make a deposit
in one of y'all.

This multi-chromosome-
missing bastard

literally keeps
a list of all the women

he's had sex with.
How long is it now, Malik?

About--
About this long?

[crowd oohing]

[laughter]

[clearing throat]

We should talk.

My work is done.
Thanks again

for the opportunity, Tasha.

Delores,
you made a 2,000% profit.

You ain't done--
I'm putting your ass to work.

Wait, I still have my job?

Yes, you do,
and what you need

is that online presence
and monthly auctions.

Foot traffic, it ain't gonna
keep that business open.

You know,
for a "not-CEO,"

you sure do have
great ideas and vision.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you, Tasha.

- Thank you.
- [laughing]

I thought
my ex Keisha was the one,

but your boy?
Your boy Malik Wright?

Malik Wright? Yeah.

See, he thought
she was number 1,196.

Hey, congrats, Malik,
you did it, baby!

You done messed around
and got yourself

a bootyhole tight, boy!

[laughing]
Hey, you know what? Hey.

Be careful, "sweet thing
who looks too classy

to be with a caveman,"

'cause, you see,
after Malik smashed my ex

and then wrecked my home,

then he dropped her like
she had syphilis or some shit.

Which she did!
And you know what?

That's when I found out

I'm allergic to penicillin

and nasty, dirty-ass
football players

who give the burn to my girl.

Malik, it's just jokes.

Dawg, give me the mic.

Nah-nah-nah, I'm not giving
y'all-- Watch out, man.

R.J., give me the...

[gasps]

Good night, Vegas.

- Love you, baby.
- [audience murmurs]

[feedback squeals]

I'm having second thoughts
about crossing, Brit.

I mean, look around.

People are supporting
each other for a real cause.

Mm-hmm.

You know, like... like family.

I don't know
if I can give this up.

Hey, no.

No, no-no...
you were right, okay?

You were right,
it's not every day

people get to follow
their dreams.

So... you should do this, J.

I mean, we should do this.

Together.

How are you feeling?

[chuckling]

Embarrassed, ashamed.

Shallow, selfish, immature.

Wounded, broken.

[chuckling] Doc,
you can stop me at any time.

Uh, well, keeping a list
of 3,000 women

is all of those things,

but tonight
I've seen you be

philanthropic,

generous.

Selfless. And human.

You can stop me
at any time.

[laughing]

It's you, isn't it?

Yep. Looks like
I'm the big winner.

Oh, yeah, I'd say that again.

- You're taking over the Fury.
- What makes you say that?

Because if I were
taking over the Fury,

I'd put my best foot forward

and support
the stadium workers.

So, I can assume
your contributions are

gonna be leaked
to the media tomorrow?

No, I'm just donating
to a worthy cause.

You see, the Colonel
told me about you.

He said, "Sara is
the best lawyer I know.

"So, even after the divorce,
I appointed her

general counsel
of my most prized possession."

It's an unusual
working relationship,

I admit it,
but we stayed friends.

He adored you.

He said yours was
a once-in-a-lifetime love.

But he loved
something else more.

The Fury.
Which is why

you are
the only family member

who doesn't want
his championship ring.

That ring destroyed
our marriage.

Maybe he hoped that
by owning the Fury,

it would help you understand
why he loved it so much.

Or maybe he wants
your forgiveness.

If not from you,
maybe from Satan.

Hmm.

In our darkest moments,
it's easy to focus on our flaws.

All 3,000 of them.

[chuckling]

That's a sick burn.

I'm-a get billed
for this, ain't I?

Double.
Can't give it away for free.

Just remember:

from darkness
often comes light.

You brought light
to a lot of people

with this event.

In another session,
we'll dig into

why this list was
so important to you.

Okay.

ALL [chanting]:
3,000! 3,000!

MALIK:
No, no, no!

ALL:
3,000!

Did I do it wrong?
You said that when you come out,

- that you wanted--
- No, no, it's not like that.

This is my therapist, damn it.

She's not a number.

No-- we didn't smash.

She's not Ms. 3,000.
Dr. Gwen.

Damn it.

We didn't smash.
Dr. Gwen!

Ulysses said
you were smart.

- Mm-hmm.
- He was really fond of you.

Hmm, well, so fond
that he stole my company,

which doesn't make me
too smart.

Well, smart enough
to be the only one

- to figure most of this out.
- Most of it?

Okay, now,
spill the tea, girl.

I'm taking the reins
of Thatcher Holdings.

I will run that corporation,
but I'm not running the team.

Now, I take it that
Beau doesn't know anything

- about this arrangement.
- After the strike,

I will find someone worthy
of running the Fury.

And I trust
you'll keep this confidential

until after
the official announcement.

Mm-hmm, okay, now, look,
a couple of young lovers

inspired me
to throw a Hail Mary,

so any chance of me
getting my agency back?

I'm sorry, Tasha.
TMA is in a blind trust

that I don't control.

Okay, well,
can you at least

get the owners
to end this strike, girl?

Everybody is losing.

- I'm working on it.
- Okay.

- Nice meeting you, Tasha.
- You, too, girl.

- [sighing]
- Malik,

tonight just made me
reevaluate things.

You, too? Mama, tonight has
been a doozy for your boy.

Give me a few days
to consider being your CEO.

I'm-a finish your books,
and if there ain't

- no more list of hos...
- [chuckling]

I might come on board
temporarily.

Aah, thank you, Mama!

- All right.
- Oh, I love you so much.

- Mm-kay.
- Thank you, thank you.

And listen, I've been
doing some thinking, too,

Mom, and...
I really want

you and Kai
to move in with me.

With all this strike mess
that's happening,

I really need my family
around me, Mama.

Okay, I got your back,
baby, all right?

But you know the league,

they might be
running out of moves.

I mean, I'm happy that
you want to do this, I think.

- [laughing]
- What changed your mind?

You.

You make me want
to follow my dreams.

- So I'm gonna follow mine.
- Mm-hmm.

You're gonna follow yours.

It's gonna be us
against the world.

Ride or die.
Till the wheels fall off.

- Yes, ma'am.
- [phones chiming]

ANNOUNCER:
You've got a Sports Take Break.

You've got
a Sports Take Break.

REPORTER:
Breaking news. And this is big.

Pro football owners
are bringing in

replacement players immediately.

What?! Malik,
do you know about this?

No, no, dawg,
this is news to me.

It's also been confirmed
at least one union member is

crossing the picket line:
Fighting Fury

rookie running back
Jamison Fields.

What?!

We got word he's already come
to terms with the team.

Well... looks like
the wheels just fell off.