Ballers (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Game Day - full transcript

Why do you even bother
going home, Charles?

Back so soon, Spencer?

Yeah, well, you know I only
have one gear, Mr. Anderson.

Light speed at all times.

Come into my office. I like your suit.

Thank you.

You know, I could give
you my tailor's number.

He can redo your whole closet.

Anderson: Can he design me a new ass?

'Cause this one is
definitely past its prime.

$11 million



to go along with the one
million I gave you in cash.

Now let's go on and make that deal.

Have a seat.

I've given this a lot of thought

and I've changed my mind.

- About what?
- The sale.

I no longer want to part ways with ASM.

- Are you fucking with me right now?
- Now, just hear me out.

- We had a deal.
- No, we had an understanding.

It's fucking bullshit. I thought
you were a man of your word.

- I never gave you my word.
- Give me back my million in cash.

Just settle down.

And I'm gonna open
up my own fucking shop

and bury you next to fucking Andre



'cause you both fucking
deserve each other.

Okay, you feel better you got a
little venom out of your system?

I love your passion, I really do,

but I'm not gonna let
you make that deal.

Why? Because you can't
afford it on so many levels.

So, here's how it's gonna go down.

You're gonna figure out a way
to get that registration,

you're gonna come back here,

and I'm gonna let you
purchase a piece of ASM.

And then you won't be so
financially stretched,

you can actually do your job.

How's that?

50/50 proposition.

- Absolutely. 60/40.
- 50/50 proposition.

51/49.

Do I have your word on this?

Well, we both know my
word ain't worth shit.

God damn.

Yes, yes, of course
you've got my word on it.

You can have a whole paragraph.

And I'm sorry about firing you.

It's just that sometimes
you have to act harshly

to create a teachable moment.

Next time, you could
do it the Obama way.

Just have me over for a beer.

- Thank you.
- All right.

What's happening?

- Don't do that.
- Come on, get in here.

Go, go, go. Get that registration.

And do me a favor, try not to
kill anyone in the process,

especially yourself.

Oh, can't make you any promises, though.

- Do the best you can, will ya?
- All right.

You don't scrub it like that, man.

You gotta use a circular motion.

How about you fucking
do it, then, Dennis?

Why are we doing this shit
in the first place, man?

To remember what it's like

to feel an ounce of satisfaction.
There you go.

Jason: Draft and develop
is a noble idea,

but Aaron and Jordy, they need help now

and it's not like your
draft did them any favors,

so give me a call back, shithead.

Thanks.

I left word with Carolina, the
Packers, and New England.

They must be creaming in
their jeans to sign our boy.

Christmas come early in
the form of Ricky Jerret.

- Merry Christmas.
- Who wants me more?

They all said that they
will get back to us.

What the fuck does that mean?

I'm putting myself out there for
pennies on the damn dollar.

- Belichick was intrigued.
- What did he say?

- Five words.
- Which were?

I'll get back to you.

You told them I'll
work on a one-year deal?

I told them that you were only
interested in Super Bowl LI.

If that number pops up on your phone,

you drop whatever it is you're
doing and you take the call.

Great, now I'm just down to
hoping a GM drunk dials me.

Hey, man, a booty call from
Belichick is a badass thing.

- A booty call is a booty call.
- A booty call is a booty call.

- I can't see shit.
- Let me drive.

Nah, I got the wheel, Reg.
You get the tunes.

Yo, you sure you wanna expose
yourself to the team so early?

It ain't too late. We could turn back.

Gotta be there before the
competition shows up.

Vern, they know when you're healthy,

you're the best DT on the
team, if not in the league.

I'm healthy enough.

Wait till OTAs. You'll
be farther along.

- Impress the shit out of them.
- I'm going now.

Plant my flag.

They can judge all they want.

Are you in or not?

Yo, man, I ain't dig up our mixtapes

from middle school for my health, man.

- Come on, man!
- What you got in there, Reg?

- It's gotta be something good. Boom.
- Boom.

Been a while, Spence.

Looks like you've been taking good care.

Yeah, I've been of sound
mind and body, Michael.

Spiritually, I've been fucked, though.

Okay, so where do you need it this time?
Shoulder again?

No, let me show you.

Holy fuck, man. That looks really bad.

Don't worry.

You sure you want me
to put a needle in that?

- I took an oath, Spence.
- Listen, it's okay.

I've been getting all my
treatment done at the med center

and, uh, just had a lot
on my plate lately.

The fucking Vikes ain't
doing anything, Michael.

So I'd just appreciate it... just give me a
quick poke and I'll get back out there.

All right.

You know what?

- I've been expecting that.
- Well, take it.

Yeah? Okay, good. I'll be right back.

Clyde "The Glide."

What's good?

Up to my nuts in rookies
at the symposium.

I swear, these motherfuckers get
bigger and dumber every year.

Yeah, I appreciate you
getting back to me.

I was sorry to hear they bounced
your registration, Spence.

Lawyers got spooked about the loss.

And you lying about it
didn't help your cause.

Yeah, listen, I wanna get a couple
of minutes with D. Smith, okay?

- Plead my case in person.
- Yeah, well, the head of the union

doesn't have time for appeals

and I doubt you could change his mind.

- At least give me a chance.
- Well, there's nothing I can do.

I could've said the exact same
thing when you got caught

getting blown by a fucking
stripper in the back of your car,

but I came through for you, right?

Don't even go there.

A grievance was filed.

- What are you talking about?
- Like you don't know.

- Andre filed a grievance against me?
- Who the fuck is Andre?

Hey, stop playing these
mind games with me.

- I ain't saying shit else.
- Clyde, you gotta tell me.

That would be a violation of union rules

and a total breach of privacy.

You know what, a total breach of
privacy would be me texting your boss

the pictures of when you were passed
out with a fucking pink thong on.

It was Eddie George, okay?

Eddie?

We found his name in
your financial file.

We looked him up. He told
us the whole story, Spence.

It wasn't pretty.

- Where can I find him?
- Spencer, I can't tell you that.

Clyde, listen, please. If our
friendship means anything to you,

you will do me this solid, please.

He's here, okay? At the symposium.

You're serious?

D. Felt bad about how fucked up Ed got

and offered him a gig
greeting the rookies.

All right. Clyde, listen,
I appreciate you, okay?

You didn't hear it from me.

Now delete those pictures,
you dirty motherfucker.

Joe's voice: You got Joe.
Leave a message.

Hey, Joe. It's Spencer. I'm going
to the rookie symposium in Canton.

I'll see you when I get back.

Wish me luck.

All right, Spence. Let's do this.

All right. I'm good to go.

- You ready?
- Oh, yeah.

Here we go.

Ready!

Set!

Bring those elbows in.
Tighten your elbows.

Yes! Yes! Huh? Yes!

Did you get much time in as a rook?

No. I mean, I sat behind Roman Oben.

He had 12 years in the league.

And you can, too, if you keep this up.

- Now run it back. Let's go. Again.
- Yes, sir.

- Line up!
- Remember, heels in, toes out,

feet shoulder width apart,
eyes on the target.

- Yes, sir!
- Set.

Go! Tighten your elbows,
tighten your elbows!

- Low! Stay low!
- You got a real gem, I'll tell ya.

And he's a good kid, too.

Yeah. Yeah, he's gonna need some
help with some NFL pass rush moves,

but you'll get him all
coached up on that.

Anthony, hit the showers

- and then meet me in the film room.
- Yes, sir.

All right.

- What's up, baby?
- Hey, baby.

I got your note. It was very sweet.

- I've been missing my girls.
- We miss you, too.

Look, I'ma bounce out of here
early tonight, cook y'all dinner.

- Lasagna?
- That is my specialty.

- All right. Love you, baby.
- I love you, too, babe.

See, right in there.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you mind switching with me?

I just find these aisles
annoying, you know?

- Virginia tell you where I was at?
- Pfft.

I don't need Virginia, okay?

I've had access to your schedule

since the day you started at Anderson.

Ah. You ready for this?

One last shot at registration, huh?

Do or die. Come on.

Yep.

I mean, either way, I'm not
letting you go at this alone.

I appreciate that, brother.

So, we have an appointment with D.
Smith?

Not exactly.

Nah.

It's crazy how big Texas is.

You straight, man? You look tired.

We should just pull over for
the night and find a B&B.

Nah, everybody know B&Bs is haunted.

I'll take the wheel at the next
pee break so you could sleep.

I want you looking fresh when
Dallas lays eyes on you.

Hey, I've been thinking.

I'm putting you on payroll.

- What?
- For real.

You deserve it.

Nah, that... that salary shit just
fucked things up between us.

I'm happy just grinding pro bono.

I just wanna be a good friend.

But for 3K a week you can
be an even better friend.

For three grand a week,
man, I'll be Gayle King

and Fonzworth Bentley rolled into one.

Joe: Uh, don't do drugs. Thank you.

I hope your wife is feeling better

and your kid gets out of jail.

Thank you.

Jim, well, good luck to
you and the whole fam.

Oh, hey, we should check out
the Hall of Fame tomorrow.

I've always wanted to see the bust room.

You know that room is filled with
bronze heads, right, not bronze tits?

It would be crazy
if it was both, huh?

You all right?

Yeah, I just haven't
seen Ed in 10 years.

Hey, you're doing the right thing here.

Okay? You'll turn him around.

Gentlemen, welcome to the Bertram Inn,

a destination like no other.

I'll say. I have a
reservation under Krutel.

Ah, yes. You got our last room.

Now, I see it's a queen. Would
you guys like a cot brought in?

Yes.

There you go.

All right, you're in room 253.

- Enjoy your stay, gentlemen.
- Uh, one more thing.

Could you tell me what room
Eddie George is in, please?

I played with him. I
just wanna go say hey.

Room 308.

- Strasmore?
- Hey, Ed.

What the hell are you doing in Ohio?

Well, I thought maybe we could talk.

My number hasn't changed, but
maybe you lost that, too.

- Ed, it'll only take a minute, please.
- Maybe some other time, Spence.

Ah! God damn it, the door's on my foot!

- Take it out, then.
- You gotta let go of it first!

Fuck that, man!

God damn it!

- Fuck!
- Are you fucking nuts?

Hey, listen. I know you filed
a grievance against me.

You're lucky I didn't
file a fucking lawsuit.

I nearly lost it when I heard
that you of all people

are trying to be a financial advisor.

Do you even have an MBA?

- It's not like that at this place.
- Oh, really?

These guys are bringing me along
and they're showing me the ropes.

'Cause I was told these
fools made you the boss.

So tell me, how does
passing an accounting exam

qualify you to handle these boys' money?

- Because I wanna look out for them.
- Really?

- Yes.
- I wanna be an astronaut.

Does that qualify me
to walk on the moon?

I didn't try to lose your money.

- Mm.
- I fucking lost everything, too.

- Did you live out your fucking car?
- No, but I still...

Did you live out your
car for a year, Spence?

Work in a coffee shop?

Did you think of throwing yourself
off the side of a bridge?

'Cause I've been up on a few.

And I'm so grateful that I didn't jump

because now I have the chance

to say fuck you, Spencer.

You have no right
managing anybody's money.

Get the fuck out.

Uh-oh.

That doesn't look like a "we're
going to Disney World" face.

It's over, man.

Eddie's never gonna
withdraw the grievance

and I'm never gonna get registered.

My fucking career is over

for the second time in three years.

Hey.

You gave it your best shot.

I got no fucking clue what to do next.

Oh, you wanna know what to do next?

I'll tell you what to do next.

- Ha! Hey!
- Yeah!

- Fuck it!
- Fuck it!

Whoo! Come on.

Come on, work it steady, girl.

Look at you. Yeah!

My name is Joe. I'm from Miami.
Where are you from?

Well, hello!

- Fuck Anderson!
- Fuck Anderson.

I got drugs in my tummy!

One, two...
what do you say, babe?

Three!

Hey, you good, man?

You good?

- You good?
- I'm good.

- All right. All right.
- I'm good. I'm good.

Hi!

- What's up?
- Oh, here, I'll show you.

Ah!

I'm out of money!

I can fucking do that.

- I can fucking do this.
- Go, Joe, yeah!

- This is fucking easy!
- Get your ass up there.

This is fucking confident.

This is beautiful.

You're getting hard.

Fuck you! I'm gonna
show you my fucking dick.

Hey, leave him alone!

- I want them to see it!
- Hey, hey, hey!

Yeah, you can't...

Hey, he's all right!

He's all right!

- Get off the stage!
- This is my stage!

I'm the captain now!

Man: Stay the fuck out.

Fuck it.

Fuck it!

- Any word?
- Not a peep.

I bet Green Bay nervous
about bringing your ass back.

It'd be like fucking an ex-girlfriend

who swears she's not crazy no more.

- That shit never works out.
- Bullshit.

I banged plenty of my exes
with positive results.

- Witness exhibit A.
- I didn't need to know that.

Hey, one of these teams
is gonna step up, son.

Just gotta keep your
mind on the big picture.

I had a $36 million picture

before you planted that Hall
of Fame shit in my head.

Oh, I still can't
believe you turned down

spending half the year in LA with
the hottest bitches on Earth

all while playing at the Coliseum.

Man, the only reason you wanna go to LA

is 'cause you think you gonna
be the next Spike Lee.

Keep smoking that reefer, you pinhead.

Nigga, the only reason
you want him in Canton

is so people might remember
your old ass played, too.

It's better than listening to you,

you homeless-looking motherfucker.

I'm his best friend, you fat fuck!

- I'm his father, you fool!
- You better back the fuck up.

- Get that thing out my face!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Dennis...

Fucking phone is gone.

You dropped it in the
urinal last night.

How the fuck did that happen?

Uh, you said "fuck this phone" and
then you dropped it in the urinal,

and then you took a piss on it.

It was a pretty powerful gesture.

One of many I'm sure we'll
regret in the years to come.

- Ah, regret's for pussies.
- Yeah.

Might wanna second-guess
that nipple ring, though.

What?

Oh, fuck me.

- How did that happen?
- Doesn't fucking matter.

The only thing that matters

is we're going out the way we came in

with a big fucking bang.

Unfortunately, that fucking
bang keeps exploding in my head

over and over and over again.

Let's get the fuck out of here

before I puke all over this lobby.

Fuck me.

Checking out so soon?

- We sure are, Julian.
- Did you enjoy your stay?

- Oh, yeah.
- Good.

Ahem, I'm gonna go get
a bottle of water.

Be right back.

Now, did you purchase
anything from the minibar?

All of it.

Mm.

- Congrats.
- Yeah, yeah.

This obviously helps your game
in football and everything else,

so you just continue on
and so forth, right?

- Well, good seeing you guys, man.
- Yeah.

Eddie, hey. Uh, do you
mind if we have a word?

Go in, guys.

Uh, you a new rookie?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's right.
That's me.

Joe Krutel, all-American
left tackle at Alabama.

- Roll Tide!
- Roll Tide!

- How can I help you, man?
- Well, not me, actually.

- It's my friend.
- Real or imaginary?

- Real. Yeah.
- Ah.

I got a real friend. Um, it's Spencer.

I'm the guy that hired him at ASM.

So, you're the motherfucker
that got him to this point.

- I'm that motherfucker.
- Mm.

But Spencer and I finally
got our shit together.

- Edward!
- What's up, Jay?

What's up, bawg? Joe!

- How's that nipple ring feeling today?
- Ah! You fuck!

Okay, we're in the process of
getting our shit together.

But I really wanted you to know

that Spencer's not the same guy he
was when he walked into my office.

You used him to get
access to the players.

Yeah, of course I did. At first.

But then it turned into
something different,

something pure.

- Hmm.
- I watched him work his way up

from a cubicle to a corner office.

He had the whole staff believing in
something besides numbers for once.

And most importantly...
most importantly,

that's a guy who's learned
from his mistakes.

I'm glad to hear that he's
learned from his mistakes,

but every man needs to be held
accountable for his actions.

Then hold him accountable.

Anthony's got outstanding foot
quickness, good balance and technique.

Yeah, he's a little undersized and
needs to improve as a drive blocker,

but I think he's a natural.

Definitely ain't scared
to put in the hard work.

Same thing could be said for you.

I've seen you in the building
at 5:00 AM all week.

- How you know that?
- I'm here at 4:30.

And if you start coming at
4:30, I'll come at 4:15.

You know, I've been
doing research on edge rushers.

If a guy can't run a 10-yard
dash in 1.6 seconds or less,

his chances of becoming an effective pass
rusher in this league drops severely.

Meanwhile, maybe two players

- run that split the entire draft.
- Thank you.

And the coaching staff is up
my ass to pick linebackers.

Anthony could become an All-Pro

and the coaches will bitch
that we didn't find twof ho.

Another losing season has only dialed
up the dysfunction around here.

I need someone I can trust.

I wanna promote you, Charles.

Make you my number two.

First order of business will
be to get you out on the road.

Scarlet and Gray game at Ohio State.

I've never been to the Horseshoe.

From there, you hit all
the big-time programs.

Get an early look at
the 2017 draft class.

You know, you could tell as much about a
player's character in a May scrimmage

as you can from playing in a Bowl game.

You'll be on the road for
the next couple of months.

That's gonna be all right?

Yes, sir. No problem at all.

Good.

It's not your right to play in
this league, it's your privilege.

I'll tell you right now, there's
a ton of guys out there

who are bigger, faster,
stronger than all of you,

and they're working retail right now.

It's actually not hard to
succeed in this league, guys.

All you gotta really do...
don't screw up off the field

and outwork everybody else on it.

I talked about privilege earlier.

It's my privilege right
now to bring somebody on

who wasn't scheduled to speak, but
wants a couple minutes of your time.

Listen to what this man has to say.
He's been around the block.

Everybody, Spencer Strasmore.

Hello, rookies.

Some of you out there may know me,

some of you have seen me play,

and I'm sure just as many of you

have no idea who the fuck I even am.

That's okay, 'cause most days

I wake up and I got no
fucking clue either.

I guess I should've retired

when the Dolphins traded
me to New Orleans.

But, you know, this is
a cruel game we play.

You get so hooked on it,

they gotta put you in a straitjacket

and drag your ass off the field

because when you're
playing, as you guys know,

you're all king shit.

Right? You're the masters
of the universe.

Young, tough, good-looking, rich,

getting all kinds of pussy.

Whoo!

Yeah, you think you're indestructible.

You feel like you can do
anything you set your mind to.

Well, a lot of... a lot of
you are gonna soon find out

that you can't.

You see that man right there?

That's Eddie George,
Heisman Trophy winner,

Rookie of the Year,
four-time Pro Bowler,

over 10,000 yards rushing,

and at one time

my very close friend.

I thought I could make him a rich man

and I convinced him to go
in on a real estate deal...

and give me his money.

Not just a little bit.

All of it.

And I lost it.

I lost every fucking cent.

And I lost a friend.

But the truth is I don't even
deserve to be that man's friend.

I don't even deserve to be up
here talking to any of you.

I deserve exactly what I got...

nothing.

And if some of you assholes
out there don't smarten up,

that's exactly what you're
gonna wind up with.

And it won't be some shark

in a $5,000 suit who takes you.

It's gonna be your brother, your sister,
your parents, it's gonna be your friend.

It's gonna be someone like me

who everyone says, "He's a good guy"

when beneath it all

is a selfish, dishonest,

untrustworthy...

piece of shit.

I'm sorry, Ed.

I should've never done
what I did to you.

You don't need to forgive me.

You just need to know that I'm sorry.

Fucking be smart.

Yeah, fuck, yeah, that's
some truth right there!

I can respect that.

Y'all respect that? I respect that.
Yeah!

Work, work, work, work,

work, work, work, work,

work, whoa!

Watch that Achilles. We're
not doing foot work yet.

- All right, let's go.
- You'll get there. Come on.

Work, work, work, work, work.

Owner: Vernon!

I'd like you to meet Dexter
Baines, your new teammate.

He came in early to work out, too.

That's the kind of fire I
like to see from my men.

Got here after me, but it's cool.

Let Dex step in.

All right.

Okay, go! Work!

Down grab, up grab!

Work, work.

Up the line. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, boys, easy. Good job.

Okay, go!

Work, work, work.

Work. There you go!

So, what is this? What's good?

You want access to the kingdom, right?

First, you gotta get past the guards.

What's up, Ricky?
Glad you could make it.

Yeah, y'all had me worried.

- Worried, man?
- Yeah.

Shit, man, I was buried on
the depth chart for years.

Your boy gets a call in
the middle of the night.

Brady says, "Foxboro, 30 minutes."

Roll up, he's in the
bubble training in March.

- No shit?
- That's how we roll, man.

Why don't you line up at the X?
I'ma hit the slot.

- What you mean? Like... what?
- Let's go get some.

- Right now?
- Right now. We brought gloves.

- We're prepared for everything, man.
- Yeah, but I ain't got...

Welcome to New England, boss. Let's go.

- Get to work.
- Let's go, let's go.

Let's get zero out slot, 80 hitch open.

- What cover?
- Cover two.

- I'm gonna walk you through it.
- Uh-huh.

Set him out, go ahead
and kick back in, so...

I'm gonna try it now.

Come on.

Good job.

- Feet, feet.
- Yep, hit it!

- Nice.
- There we go.

Let's go!

Keep your hands...

- Nice, Ricky.
- Ah!

Edelman: There you go! Oh!

Gotta make that catch! Gotta get it.

Jason: You either want it or you don't.

Hey, by the way, what... what's
Belichick offering anyway?

A million and a half.

Careful what you wish for.

Okay, Mr. Strasmore.

- Here for your hip replacement.
- That's right.

- Anyone with you?
- Nope, just me.

You will need someone here to
check you out after your surgery.

- Why is that?
- To drive you home.

Ah, it's okay. I'll take an Uber.

Okay.

And Tommy will show you the way.