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Previously onThe 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.

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