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Kane is in the
building, nigga...

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 Holly Grove chicks
to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know

This that Slumdog
Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

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 movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go

So it is not an end for
our dear brother, Kisan.

Our dear son and nephew,
neighbor, friend and teammate Kisan.

The life of the spirit-eternal has
no four quarters or a halftime show.

It is a spirit that we can
feel and touch and speak to,

whenever we close our eyes

or feel the breeze,
or fumble, or triumph.

We must think of this
not as the end of a game,

but as the beginning
of a new life.

For through him, our
life and our love is eternal

and everlasting.

Can I get an amen?

Amen!

I'm climbing - I'm climbing

- Higher mountains
- Higher mountains

- Trying to get home
- Trying to get home

- I'm climbing - I'm climbing

- Higher mountains
- Higher mountains

- Trying to get home
- Trying to get home

- And I'm climbing - Climbing

Climbing, climbing

- Every day - Climbing

I hate fucking
funerals. I hate grieving.

- Higher mountains
- Higher mountains

You don't like to feel?

Actually, I don't feel
anything. That's the problem.

I'm the same way, brother.

It shows that we care.

- Flying higher - Higher

Flying higher

- Flying higher - Flying higher

- Flying higher -
Higher and higher

- Flying higher - Yeah, higher

- Flying higher -
Higher and higher

- Flying higher - Higher

- Flying higher -
Higher and higher

Flying higher

- Bossman.
- How was the service?

- It was intense.
- I remember the first guy I lost.

D-back with all the
tools, all set to be a star,

till he slid his
car off the road.

Well, they feel like
your kids, but they aren't.

- So, the owners' meeting is tomorrow.
- And?

- I need to know where you stand.
- On my own two feet.

Eighteen games is gonna
be good for the players.

How would you know?
You're not a player.

Neither are you anymore.

They're gonna get two more game checks,
and we're gonna expand the salary cap.

Yeah, you're gonna make a
lot more money for yourselves.

For everyone.

I'm a hard-ass, but
I'm not heartless.

I'll let you know when I know.

Just remember, I might not be a
player, but I'm a players' owner.

Deacon Eller.

Spencer Strasmore.

I'd tell you to stop following me
around and dogging my footsteps,

but I heard you
got yourself a team.

- Congratulations.
- I appreciate that.

You know, I'd love to
have you on the sidelines.

No, I'm too old and
crusty to be fooling around

with those young kids with
all that piss and vinegar.

- No, thank you.
- You sure?

If you change your
mind, I'd love to have you.

Appreciate.

- You waiting for somebody?
- Just a cab.

Legends don't take cabs.

I don't know about you, but
I'm feeling kind of fucked-up

that we didn't go to
Kisan's thing earlier.

I told you, I don't do
funerals. They freak me out.

Next one I go to is
gonna be my own.

Better believe
I'll be at that one.

Hey, man, don't bring
that shit up again, man.

- Okay.
- Hey.

Guess who's on the
motherfucking WAG shit list.

What'd you do?

My guess is, she
talking about you, nigga.

So I ran into a few of the
players' wives today at SoulCycle.

They snubbed me.

Told me to tell my husband he
need to be more careful with his words.

Bet it's good for your workout,
pedaling all mad and angry and shit.

You know what?

Seriously, Ricky, I'll put up with
whatever I have to put up with

if you're really committed, but if
this is some kind of sidepiece...

- I'm pretty good at it.
- "Pretty good"? This nigga's filthy.

Give me ten.

Well, why don't you use those
big mouths to help the players out,

instead of just
tearing them down?

Shit gotta be funny, though.
We ain't doing edutainment.

Our show does need to
say something, though.

Don't overreach. Stick to
sex and money. That shit sells.

Well, you
ass-backwards as usual,

but, you know, you
might be onto something.

I got an idea. Yo, get
Joe Krutel on the show.

Fuck that goofy white boy
gonna bring to the party?

- Trust me on this, bro.
- All right, man.

Domino, motherfucker.

Nigga, that ain't domino.

I called his office, like, three
times. It's getting absurd.

His assistant keeps saying
he doesn't know where he is,

but I know that fucker's there.

He's ducking me, hoping that
I'm gonna move on from Kamara.

That way he doesn't have to
take him my Godfather offer.

Isn't that an agent's job?
To take their clients offers?

Yep, but nobody does
what they're supposed to do.

- I do.
- Too bad nobody notices.

Look, I've been trying to find
the right time to tell you this.

I got another job
offer. From the Browns.

- You thought this was the right time?
- Are my instincts off?

I don't know,
Benny. You tell me.

I got a wife I never see,
a hole in the offense.

Oh, I got a boss who
absolutely hates my guts,

and I'm $3 billion over
budget on the stadium!

All that, and I don't even got
my own deal locked up yet.

So maybe it ain't
the right time!

Forget I said anything.

- Are you okay, boss?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Something I ate ain't
sitting right, I think. But look...

I can't feel my hands.
It's all right, though.

Kamara's gonna come
through and Julie and Kiki run

- the eight-gap blitz up the stadium.
- Boss, boss, you don't seem okay.

Oh, my God.

- I think I'm having a stroke.
- Jesus. Do you want me to call 911?

No! No. Nope.

Ain't gonna let Werner
witness me carted off

out of here like
some kind of loser.

Drive myself.

You need to come on
Ricky's show with me today.

I prefer to lurk in the shadows.

It's safer there.

It's a good place to plug our
shop. Plus, I need the support.

I believe in you, maestro.

Besides, I just
buried a 28-year-old,

and it's mine and Donna's
two-year anniversary tonight.

Oh, God, that sucks.

Not your anniversary,
of course. Kisan.

God, two years, huh.

I can't believe it. What's
the world coming to?

Probably to an end, 'cause
I'm not bringing a ring.

Well, at least Donna
knows what she wants,

and for some fucking
reason that's you.

Yeah, yeah. I'm a lucky fuck.

I know Donna's amazing. I
just don't believe in marriage.

It's not the fucking Tooth Fairy.
It's a centuries-old institution.

It's an institution
that doesn't work.

Look, I gotta go check
in on Kisan's family.

Do not embarrass us on the show.

Well, if you really
gave a shit about that,

you'd come on,
wouldn't you? Goodbye.

Cute. You boys always do a little a.m.
relationship check-in before breakfast?

Yeah, I guess. Maybe. So
what? What's the matter with that?

Mmm.

You know, I never use the
C-word before I have my coffee.

"Commitment."

Oh!

Oh. Well, then, hey, let's
get you caffeinated. Huh?

Here you go. Three cups enough?

Oh. Joe, no. Um...

This isn't that, if that's
what you were thinking it is.

I should tell you... it isn't.

Yeah, no.

No, I wasn't thinking
anything. Just...

I think this is fun.

I think you're a good
dude, solid zaddy vibes,

despite some
borderline tendencies.

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, you know, this
is just a thing, not a thing.

- A thing, not a thing. Right.
- Yeah.

Glad we're on the same page.

- Yeah, me too. Me too. Totally.
- Okay.

Now, Spence, don't
expect too much.

It's small, but I call it home.

You know I never judge a
man by the size of his house.

Well, says the man who
probably lives in a palace.

Hey, uh, you want a cold drink?

Yeah, I'd love one.

Take a peek in the fridge.
I'll take an orange drink.

How's your body feeling?

Just another long
day after a long life.

I got the wear and
tear to prove it, buddy.

Yeah, I know you do. So do I.

I always meant to
ask you, Deacon,

back in the day, who was
your toughest challenge?

John Hannah.

That fucking head slap of his...
My ears are still ringing, man.

Oh, he was a bitch.

Yeah, but I remember you tossing
him around like a little toddler.

I got news for you.

It wasn't my strength.
It was my fucking fear.

That's right. And what you
thought was fear was actually

your head trying to
keep your body alive.

Yeah. I'm one of the
lucky ones, I guess.

Yeah, you and me both.

Mmm-hmm.

It'll be interesting to see
how this plays out, buddy.

I've been thinking about that.

How do you want this
whole thing to end?

In a lot less pain
than it began, brother.

A lot less pain.

Greetings, Obi-Wan.

We are sitting here
holding our lightsabers,

eagerly awaiting you.

Mmm-mmm.

I am prepared to
give you this check

for $2 million for
your e-dreams.

That's it? Two million dollars?

Wait. This won't even
cover the franchise fee.

That's a half step
in a two-step game.

- Maybe I'll finance it myself.
- No, you won't, mate.

I suggest you take it.

Signing players, it's
gonna be impossible.

Well, then you're gonna have to
find some diamonds in the rough, huh.

- You're still not a believer.
- Of course I am.

I'm very much a believer,

and my check is very
much a believer as well.

- You'll regret it.
- Is that a threat, Reggie?

It's conviction.

We will take your
paltry $2 million check.

Don't worry. I know where
to find some rough diamonds.

Fight breaks out
in the middle lane,

and it is total carnage.

Them, in fact, losing this one
outright. The next is certain to fall.

The Hanson brothers
just cannot buy a win.

What a terrible look
for the three brothers.

They always start shit with me,
but in the end, I always fucking win.

Yeah, well, if you consider
being kicked out of the league

to live amidst cereal and masturbation,
then, yeah, you're a champion, mate.

Shit happens. It doesn't
mean I'm happy about it.

Listen, I'm here to offer
you a path back to glory.

- I'm listening.
- Squad up with us.

I'm a loner, Dottie, okay? A
rebel. I don't do teams anymore.

Seems like you don't do
much from the looks of it.

- You ripping on my lifestyle?
- If that's what you call it.

- Are you funded?
- Fully.

- Already?
- Vernon got deep pockets.

And you can get my ban lifted?

Yo, we can cover
your fines in cash.

That's some flex.

Whatever you guys
need, we got you.

"You guys"? Wait a second.

You're not talking to
my brothers, are you?

What? No. Maybe. Yes.

But listen, hear me out.

I know you're in some
kind of fraternal fatwa

with those guys, and
I know what it's like.

I once sold my brother's
dog for a bag of crack.

Turned out to be geodes
from the science museum.

Very valuable,
not at all smokable.

But my point is this. It's
time for you to grow up.

- We're talking to your brothers as well.
- What'd they say?

They said they'll sit down
and talk about it if you will.

I don't fucking believe
you. It sounds sus.

- They said that?
- One hundred.

I'll get right to it, Charles.

I'm not one for bedside manner.

The scans are showing
you had two heart attacks.

- Two?
- Mild, but still heart attacks.

Excuse me, Doc. I didn't know
it was possible to have one,

let alone two heart attacks
and not even know it.

Well, think of your
heart like a fault line.

I'd rather not.

The big one could be
right around the bend.

You trying to scare me
straight or something?

Somebody needs to.
What's your diet like?

I don't remember.
I lost my appetite.

- Stress?
- Yeah, yeah, there's some.

- This is definitely adding to it.
- Family life?

Bit lonely. Wish they
were here right now.

You're gonna be okay, Charles.

You're gonna need to
take a few months off.

Is that gonna be possible?

Can you say "awkward"?

I'm just thinking about
what you said this morning.

Just now?

Yeah, that's right, and
before. Kinda all day.

- So you've been obsessing?
- No. I don't know.

What qualifies as an obsession?

Look, you better get your shit together,
because Odell's coming any minute.

- "Odell"?
- Yeah.

You guys are on a
first-name basis, huh?

- With every client we're partnered with.
- Yeah, okay.

- Joe, stop it. It's a bad look.
- Yeah.

Why is he coming in anyway?
Huh? Is he gonna fire us already?

OBJ. Good to see you.

- Love that outfit.
- Fuck off, Joe.

Okay.

You need to pay more attention
to your work and less on my 'fit.

There's no fucking progress
reports, not even a mood board.

You know I make
one for every game?

- That's new information.
- We apologize.

Things have gotten
a little delayed.

Listen, y'all, my shit
needs to run tight.

Absolutely.

That's why I was up all
night making this presentation.

Check this out.

Been burning the midnight oil
with the Starchitect and designers.

Shit looks good.

- Is that so fucking hard?
- We're just getting started.

You know what?

Why don't we order in,
talk about it over dinner?

- Yeah, let's do that.
- Yeah. I can make that. Sure.

Let's do it.

My dad always told me in
order to get what you want,

the first thing you
need to do is ask.

It's simple, but essential.

Is this call gonna
have a happy ending,

or do I have to hit the
Orchids of Asia Day Spa?

I'd steer clear of the
human-trafficking jokes if I were you.

You have the kind of face
that says "guilty as charged."

Damn straight I do,
and I don't apologize.

So what's this vote
gonna cost me?

Depends. How badly do you
want that 18-game season?

All right, let's hear it.

Now, didn't I tell you they
weren't gonna show up?

Didn't I tell you? My brothers'
words are as good as shit.

Mate, they're, like, three
minutes late. That's 180 seconds.

Yeah, sucks to
this shit. I'ma ghost.

- No.
- Okay, I'ma ghost.

No, don't ghost. He's ghosting.

- 'Sup?
- Hey.

- Yo.
- You two showed up together?

Saw him outside.

- You showed.
- Appears that way.

These guys are clowns, huh?

Yeah.

- Drink?
- Why not?

- Iced teas.
- Three lemons.

- You talk to Mom?
- Yeah, I talk to Mom. Why?

- She tell you something?
- I mean, this looks promising.

They're talking. That's a start.

You think I'm scared
to say shit to your face.

No, no, don't do this.

Don't put this on me, okay?

- Hey, ladies.
- What's up, boys?

I'm Lamar.

- Lavar.
- And I'm Lazar.

Let me guess. You're the
youngest. You're the oldest.

And you look like you
didn't get enough attention.

Keen insight.

Well, awareness is
the key to real wisdom.

Yeah, what's the
key to making money?

All right, listen.

Y'all want something to
drink? We ordering right...

- What's up, bro?
- Oh, shit.

Wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- Wait a minute.
- That's my girl.

- You want these nerds to get stomped?
- No, this could be team-building.

Well, that's my little brother.

Who'd he hit? Who'd he hit?

Okay, they're doing okay.

Taking you outside.

- Yes. Bravo.
- Good, man?

We're good.

- Fight the power.
- Yeah.

Charles!

Benny, what the hell
are you doing here?

Good news.

I just had two heart
attacks, so you gotta chill out,

otherwise the news
ain't gonna stay good.

Oh, God, that's terrible.

Yeah. Well, what's
the good news?

Kamara is in.

What? Yes!

- Yes!
- Hey!

- Okay.
- Your heart, your heart.

Heart is good. What happened?

He fired his agent.

Next time I come by, you
gotta have my office set up.

Nice flatty, stripper poles.

Oh, yeah, don't forget the
pics of my mom and dad.

What a good son you are.

Thank you. I never
forget where I came from.

- Fo' sho. Miami Beach.
- Yeah, don't try so hard.

"Fo' sho." Come on.

- All right, well, we did it.
- Okay.

- Good.
- I'm just gonna...

Yeah, yeah.

- Look...
- Um, listen...

- Okay.
- No, you go.

I was just gonna say, I don't
want this to be uncomfortable.

For me or for you?

Yeah, I was talking about
me, for sure. But yes, yes.

I'm sorry for putting
you in this position.

Joe, I'm a big girl, and I
appreciate the apology,

but you didn't put me in any
position I didn't wanna be put in.

And don't make a joke.

I'm not gonna make a
joke, even if it writes itself.

I can think of five.

You're a good guy, Joe.

Uh, can I give you some
constructive criticism?

- Yeah, sure.
- Jealousy isn't cute.

In fact, it's a sign of weakness
and kind of just lame and gross.

- Noted.
- Come on, look around.

Self-esteem should
not be an issue of yours.

Oh. No, parents do that to you.
Yeah. Oh, they fucked me up, yeah.

Either way, underneath
a giant layer of insecurity,

you're a really
brave, really solid guy.

But clearly, we're not a good fit,
so let's just get focused on the work

and do the best job we
can for OBJ and the others.

- Right.
- Okay?

Yeah, all right. Deal.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Should we shake
on it or... I don't know.

- High-five. Fist bump.
- High...

That was a lame pound.

- Just... I'll see you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

- Okay, bye.
- Yeah.

Cheers.

- What are you looking for?
- Nothing.

I'm just checking out
the fucking bubbles.

Is that a problem?

Thanks.

Hmm.

All right, y'all. The owners are voting
on an 18-game season tomorrow.

Are you nervous?

Oh, no. I'm just going through
a tough breakup. That's all.

And I'm building a
multimillion-dollar complex,

and I don't know anything
about construction, so...

Yeah, we're all going through
something. Chin up, buttercup. Let's go.

All right.

Eighteen games means two more
weeks throwing down with my boys.

- That's more hurt on the players.
- That's y'all's job, though, right?

- My man, what do you do?
- I sell phones, bro.

Now, that's cool, man. That's
a really good, honest job.

But what if I told you you
had to work more days?

- To get paid? I'd do it.
- Thought so.

Now what if I told you

that you're a coal miner or
a logger or an iron worker?

The more days you work, the
more at risk you are to lose, like, a leg

or fall into a hot cauldron.

I guess I wouldn't be down.

I mean, these guys, they
just working-class people

bringing their hard hats to
work every day, just like you.

- Thank y'all for listening.
- Joe!

We gonna hit y'all with the old-school,
the new-school, and the no-school takes.

Next up is financial guru and
Sports X CEO, Mr. Joe Krutel.

It's good to see you guys.

It's like a fucking Jackson
Browne concert in here.

- Jesus.
- Jackson who?

Come on, T. Diversify yourself.
Joe, you look good, man.

Tell the people why you're
here. What you been up to, man?

- Low-key dominating.
- Oh, word?

- "Low-key." Low-key.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's humble about it.

Yeah, my company, Sports X, is
expanding in every space that is a space.

Total and holistic.

Just signed up OBJ.
Maybe you heard of him.

OBJ? Name drop. Big money.

I guess that means my former
agent and your partner's working out.

Jason's doing great, yeah.
It's good to have him around.

He's working on all things
Patrick Mahomes right now.

That's the second name drop.

You just keep dropping them all.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, I'm sorry. Am I a distraction?

Is our relationship getting in the
way of your precious sports-radio time?

That is my partner who
is discussing the deal

that is gonna
pay for our future.

- What future?
- Okay.

You know what, I
know what this is.

I saw you digging through the
tiramisu like Indiana fucking Jones.

Listen, I...

I don't have a ring for you.

Who says I would
even say yes now?

You're bluffing.

I don't even know if I wanna
get married, much less to you.

In fact, I don't even know if
this relationship works at all.

Jesus, what the
fuck are you doing?

Let's get married.

- Fuck you.
- No, come on.

- I'm serious.
- You're serious?

I'm fucking serious.

I thought you don't
believe in marriage.

I don't, and it's
never gonna work.

I just don't have the
energy to fight it anymore.

So if it's gonna fail, I
want it to fail with you,

because I fucking love you.

You're a fucking maniac.

I'm your maniac.

Is the deal done?

- Tell us.
- It's a safe space here, man.

Okay, yeah, right. Okay.

This is what I'll tell you.
The deal's almost done.

It's gonna be the
biggest contract in history.

- Whoo!
- Ooh!

Number three, people
are gonna lose their shit.

Wow. We're going
historical, like you said.

So you saying is it, you know,
bigger than Danger-Russ?

- Bigger than Wince?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Actually, you know, the only
reason it wouldn't be bigger...

Oh, he's got the
look in his eye.

- Oh, shit.
- He's got the look in his eye.

Break it down for us, brother.
The platform's yours. Break it down.

Spencer Strasmore
is a greedy fucking pig.

- Oh!
- Oh! He said it!

You heard it right
here. Joe Krutel said it.

Spencer, your boy.

Okay, since you're speaking freely,
my free brother, what do you think

Spencer thinks about
the new 18-game season?

I don't know how he feels.

- I'm players only.
- Oh, shit.

Get this man his
honorary black card.

I've been waiting for my application
to be approved for a long time.

You deserve it, man.

Candace.

- Oh. Spencer. You ready?
- What for?

To officially become
part of the machine.

Well, in order to fix something
broke, you gotta get inside it.

Bossman told me what
your asking price was.

Lifetime healthcare. Ambitious.

Well, if you're not being
ambitious, then you're not trying.

- The man of the hour.
- Bossman.

Shall we get this over with?

- Y'all on the same page?
- As long as it's mine.

You know, I'd like to
address the owners first

before the healthcare vote.

In due time.

I'm sure they'll be happy to
hear from you. Now, let's begin.

There's been an ongoing
dialogue about schedule expansion.

In anticipation of the CBA, it's
time for clarity and a consensus

regarding an 18-game schedule.

Lose two worthless
pre-season games

and add two more
games to the schedule.

That's gonna
antagonize the NFLPA.

- We'll make it part of a bigger package.
- That's a mistake.

All in favor of an expanded
schedule say "aye."

Aye.

Aye.

Well, there it is.

Congratulations to our fans.

- That's good.
- Shall we move on?

You have the floor.

We are the custodians
of an institution.

We owe it to ourselves to
look out for that institution,

but that starts by looking out for the
people who actually play the game.

Now, our pension package
trails that of every pro sport.

And when you consider that
we're at $43,000 on average...

versus a $57,000
minimum with the NBA,

when our game is much more
violent and much more debilitating.

And trust me, I know
about that firsthand.

Jim Brown, Deacon Eller,

Dick Butkus and Earl
Campbell, they deserve better.

They've earned the
right to be treated right.

And there's no reason
why any of our NFL veterans

should ever go broke or die
lonely trying to pay medical bills.

We're the gold standard.
We should act like it,

and we should never let our game
or our NFL veterans down. Ever.

Thank you.

Your passion and dedication to
this issue is inspiring and infectious.

And we're all excited to
dive into this venture with you.

But after some thoughtful discussion,
we decided we're gonna make sure

we're doing this the
right way for the players.

That's gonna mean
postponing this vote

until we have time to really
do the right amount of research

that this deserves.

That's it. Thank you,
gentlemen and ladies.

Meeting adjourned.

Open the fucking window.
You gave me your word.

- I told you I'd try, and I did.
- You used me.

Take care, Spencer.

You got a long season
to get your team ready for.

You know, people don't
just hand things over.

When they tell you
no, you ask again.

When they still don't give it to
you, you just gotta fucking take it.

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no
shh, no way - No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem
mandem afraid - 'Fraid

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no
shh, no way - No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem
mandem afraid - Dem afraid

Muh, muh, muh

I came all dark,
dark, no camouflage

Brodie got caught with
numerous photographs

All I see is writin' paragraphs

We only did it 'cause
of circumstance

Me and bro twinnin',
no coincidence

Money moves my attire

Make a billi' then retire

King Salieu, call me sire

Came out the dark, eclipse

Shh pn the side of the hip

Do it for the game,
I'm tryna die rich

Money over hoes,
I'm married to the liz'

Fool me once,
you know what it is

No strike two, it
don't work like that

What you know about rich?
You ain't done them tasks

B take bad men, they don't last

Bare cah all of dem
phoney Them boy clown

They ain't took them tours
They ain't took them rounds

They ain't took them rounds

They ain't took them
rounds Rounds, rounds

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no
shh, no way - No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem
mandem afraid - 'Fraid

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no
shh, no way - No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem
mandem afraid - Dem afraid

Lie, dem a lie, dem a lie

- They don't bust no
shh, no way - No way

This the life that we live

- And most a dem
mandem afraid - Dem afraid

Muh, muh, muh