Ballers (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Everybody Knows - full transcript

You couldn't have picked a
better place for a schvitz?

The Mandarin, the Standard maybe.

Come on, don't be pretentious, man.

This is one of Miami's
best kept secrets.

And also it's one hell of a bargain.

Mm-hmm.

I swear to God this place was crawling

- with models last week.
- Mm-hmm.

They come to sweat out the
coke and duck all the pervs.

Yeah, they caught on to you, then, huh?

Yeah, I guess.



Hey, I saw Travis Mack's video
got a million hits in two days.

Same thing happened
to Odell's one-hander

and now he's the face
of Head & Shoulders.

Hey, look, I can give a shit if Travis

becomes the face of Preparation H.

As long as he goes top five,
that's all that matters.

Well, Schlereth's got him at 12.

Yeah, but the problem is he's still
not the first backer off the board.

Myles Jack is gonna be hard to leapfrog.
That dude's a beast.

Yeah, but did Myles Jack
do a 4.58 on a beach

and then backflip off a palm tree?

No, no, he did not.

Where were you, by the
way, during all that?

I was getting wasted at a party



at Andre Alan's house.

- What?
- We have a friend in common.

You were kicking it with Andre

while I was lost at sea trying
to save our fucking company?

I would not call it kicking it.

We didn't exactly chill balls.

He did offer me a job, though.

- What was the pitch?
- Oh, you know, the ushe.

ASM's doomed. Miami Wealth
is my only lifeboat.

I shouldn't trust you.

Trying to turn this whole
thing around on me, huh?

See you dudes later.

Good luck with that cough.

You do trust me, right?

Yeah. Of course I do.

Unless there's a reason I shouldn't.

No, did I say there was a reason?

No, but there's a lot
of shit you don't say.

What the fuck does that mean?

Oh, come on, man, all the
secrets I've told you.

My wife's death,

the Hooter's grief sex,
the subsequent rash.

Seems like you know all my shit,
I don't know any of yours.

Okay, why don't you go chill
balls with your buddy Andre?

Oh, come on, that was a fucking setup.

But yet you stood around long
enough to field a job offer

and you let him talk shit about me?

You didn't have my fucking back?

Oh, you're turning this
around on me now, huh?

- That's what the fuck you did.
- Fuck you, dude.

I'm out of here. Schvitz alone.

Jesus, watch your back. Like
I'm not fucking busy enough.

Chill balls. What the
fuck does that even mean?

You don't mind?

No, knock yourself out.

You know what? One
more thing while I'm...

are you fucking serious?

Fuck you, dude. Fuck you.

Julie, Julie.

Don't teach my daughter how to twerk.

She gonna learn sometime.

I'm gonna teach you how to
do it with some dignity.

Yeah, Miss Greane.

Uh-oh, I said shorty getting low.

Ricky, what do you want?

You still got it, Miss Greane.

Boy, I ain't never lost it.
What you talking about?

What is this cute little thing?

A little gift for the little lady.

Aw, thank you, Uncle Ricky.

Mommy's gonna teach you how to dab.

- Ooh, the baby.
- Bye, Boo-boo.

Say bye, Uncle "Wicky."

So what's wrong today?

Why you assume something's wrong?

Shit, last time you came over
in the middle of the day,

you got caught buck booty
naked with them twins.

Was scared as hell to go home.

Talking about, "I think
she got a knife, Chuck.

Bella got a knife, Chuck." Remember?

She did have a knife.

- Oh. My bad.
- Yeah.

So what's the matter now?

I got in a fight with Dennis.

- Big fight.
- That's no good.

Huh.

I'm assuming it has something to
do with his itchy Twitter fingers?

Cost me a $30-million
deal with the Saints.

And I'm the one feeling guilty.

The one place I actually wanted to go.

I don't want to hear that. If you
wanted to play in New Orleans,

then you wouldn't have left
without signing that deal.

Dennis just wants to
share in your success.

He ain't trying to share shit.

That selfish motherfucker
just want to feel important.

Be a big shot. Popping
up as soon as I'm hot.

Trust me, you want to
shake all this off.

You don't want none of this
hanging over your head

as you begin your new
chapter in Buffalo.

Except for you ain't
feeling Buffalo either?

Tyrod's cool and I'm
liking them new unis,

but Western New York is
a cultural wasteland.

I'm gonna tell you like this,

it's 31 other teams in the NFL,

but you only get one father.

You need to be the bigger
man and give Dennis a pass.

Straight up.

What's up, you ugly, short,
bald son of a bitch?

I know you miss me, buddy. Hey, listen,
I got something for the both of us.

I got a new segment
called "Linebacker U,"

so we're gonna want the
top dog on my show, man.

We're gonna just shoot the shit,
let America know who he is,

and that he is your boy Travis Mack.

- Well, then you should call his agent.
- Oh, come on, Spence.

Everybody knows you're
working with him.

Yeah? Who's everybody?

We've seen the video on YouTube,
we all know he has the wheels.

What we don't know is what's behind
the rib cage and his football IQ.

I'm telling you, put him on the show.

Nothing will help his
stock more on draft day.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

I'll call you back.

Virginia.

What the fuck is Andre doing here?

I have no idea, Boo-boo.

Got to my desk and they
were already in there.

I got to admit that toying
with Spencer and Joe

has been one of life's great joys,

but I think it's time to
settle this like businessmen.

Okay. What do you have in mind?

I want to make an offer on ASM.

I have absolutely no desire to sell.

This division's still in diapers

- and my boys are killing it.
- They're killing themselves.

Ndamukong Suh is still one of
the top earners in this league.

He's a superstar. He is a beast.

But you cannot build a company on
the back of one single client.

Well, that's true, but
if Joe and Spencer

are building this company
without the benefit

of the NFLPA stamp of approval,

let's just imagine just for a second

what they're gonna do
once they do get it.

Every Tom, Dick, and D'Brickashaw

will be lining up with transfer slips.

Yeah, maybe that certain linebacker
from Florida State University.

Travis Mack.

What about Travis Mack?

Come on, Bret, we both know that
courting a kid out of college

without your registration is
considered tampering. Shame on you.

Are you here to make an accusation?

- No.
- Or are you here to make an offer?

Accusations? No, that's
not why I'm here.

I'm a businessman, okay,
Andre, not an asshole.

By all means, please, go
ahead and make an offer.

Just make sure there
are seven zeros on it

or I'm not gonna take a look at it.

It's always
good to hang with you.

Same here.

Give a big hug and a
kiss to Katya for me.

I will do that.

And by the way, just
because I shook your hand

doesn't mean I agreed
to the seven zeros.

How about making it eight?

One last thing.

Suh, he's with me now.

Come again?

You got to keep a closer
eye on your boys, Bret.

The NFLPA, they certainly are.

- Hey.
- Andre.

How are you? I was
looking at your office.

Not quite homey enough. I'm
gonna send you a framed image

of me and you from the old
days when you were happy.

Get out of here.

I'll take a kilo of Bolivian yayo

and a nuclear warhead.

Jesus.

What the fuck are we doing here, Max?

Keeping a low profile.

Holy shit, what happened to you?

Apparently my charm only goes so far.

What can I do for you?

Oh, I got a bad feeling about Andre.

I need you to dig a little deeper,

see if you can find something
legit we can use against him.

- Like kiddie porn?
- No.

Jesus Christ. Something
business related.

- Prostitutes.
- Oh, my God, never mind.

I'll handle Andre.

Less work for me. Anything else?

Yeah, yeah, there's something else.

See what you can find on Spencer.

Trouble in paradise?

Yeah, I don't know. I
just need peace of mind.

Okay, well, there is one nugget

I can share without
even lifting a finger.

I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

It's your chance to show
the world you got a brain.

Yeah, well, can't we just get baked
and rent some Jet Skis or something?

You want to stay at number 12?

No, if I go 12, you and
Jason do lose a client.

Even more reason to do this.

And you're not my client. Remember that.

If anybody asks, you're not my client.

- What am I supposed to... hello. Hey.
- Come on.

- Spence, Spence.
- Glaze.

- Right on time, buddy. I like it.
- My man.

- How are you, bud?
- Good to see you.

You, too. We'll catch
up in a little bit.

Hey, today's gonna be great, man.

Kid's a little nervous.
He's never done this.

- Why? It's with me.
- Yeah, exactly.

I'm a little surprised
you called me about him.

- Why, you're his guy.
- I'm not his guy.

Whoa, whoa, why you jumping all over me?

You know how it is when these
players come out of college.

They're going through a lot of stress.

I'm helping him with that transition.

- Like a mentor.
- You're a really good person.

Just doing this out of the
kindness of your heart.

- I like it.
- Till I get my registration.

I got to keep a little safe distance.

- Come on, you know the game.
- Yeah, I do.

That's why you help him,
he helps me, I help you.

We all win. On big happy mafia.

I got a plan to keep Ricky
Jerret here in Miami.

Does this plan involve
some rope and a chair?

'Cause last thing I heard, he had
a $33 million offer from Buffalo.

He's also the most
impulsive man that I know.

He starts dragging his feet about
something, it can only mean one thing.

- He doesn't want to leave.
- Bingo.

The lovable Charles
Greane already going dark.

Not sure what you mean.

Using Ricky's weakness against
him to further your own agenda.

Mr. Machiavelli'd be proud.

I'm just trying to be a good friend.

- Right.
- I am.

- Sure, you are.
- Stop winking.

Suppose we can get Ricky.

How do we get past our cap issues?

I crunched the numbers. If we can
get just one player to restructure,

we can get him for 10 a year.

If you can get the restructure done,

I'd bring Ricky back at
nine a year for three.

Not a nickel more.

Yes, sir. Let's see what I can do.

Pop, where you going?

Back to Naples.

See you got yourself a new toy.

That ain't no toy. That's a
limited edition Spano GTA.

Zero to 60 in 2.9 and
a top speed of 230.

Almost as fast as you once were.

Oh, rich man's way of
cheering himself up.

Well, this car's for you.

For me?

She's yours.

Boy, you can't buy forgiveness.

Then I'm asking for it.

I'm sorry, Dad.

All right, apology accepted.

Don't you want to know why?

If it helps you.

You were right.

I was too much of a
coward to make a choice.

Feels like I've been getting
passed from team to team

and I'm not sure I want to
go through all that anymore.

Yeah, I get it, Ricky. I really do.

But I can't stick around here
meddling in your livelihood,

so better I just get out your way.

Take the car, Dad, and stick around.

Let's take this town by storm,

Jerret style.

I need you, Dad. Show me how to do this.

Yeah?

Yeah? That's the greeting I get now?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Spencer.

My goodness, that's so rude of me.

Hello. How the fuck are
you this fine afternoon?

Not very good. Anderson
had a meeting with Andre

in our fucking office and I
saw it with my own two eyes.

Well, that's fucking great news.

- How come?
- I have no idea.

You still play the stupid card, huh?

God damn it, Joe, I'm not
playing a fucking game.

Okay? Anderson wants
to have dinner with us

tonight at Komodo and I need you there.

Great, well, then, how about this?

Have your people call my people, okay?

We have the same fucking people.

Then that works out great.

All right, bye-bye.
Love you, little buddy.

Kisses and hugs.

Fuck you.

Sorry.

Harris on a designed run.

Travis Mack takes him
down in the backfield.

- Travis Mack!
- Yo.

Tell me what you got
going over here, buddy.

Florida State versus Miami.
It's our rivalry.

Big time offense, bigger time
defense if you do your job right.

Oh, yeah. It's the kind of
game you live for, man.

You better live for it if you
want to play in the NFL.

All right, tell me what your big
assignment, though, is here.

As soon as Jacori took off,
man, it was game over.

- Like that, loss of six, baby.
- I like that.

All right, another play right here.

Tell me what you're
telling Kevin Hunter.

I was calling disco,
discounting the play.

Telling Kevin we're
going off reservation.

Really? Man, you went
outlaw just like that?

Oh, yeah.

Wow, Coach Fisher really
must have faith in you.

Yeah. Yeah, he really did.
And this is why.

Bloosh!

I like the sound effects, buddy.

Mack truck with a Bugatti engine, man.
A nose for the football.

But you and I both know
it's less about the body,

more about what's between
the ears whether or not

you're gonna lead a defense in the NFL.

So we're gonna shift gears
here, you and I, buddy.

Okay, let's just say you
got drafted by the Jets.

Yeah, well, Jets are gonna
have to trade up to get me.

Slow your roll there, Mack.

Okay, Coach Belichik, you know
he loves to disguise things

and mess with people, right?
So we're gonna start here.

Gronk is gonna start in the backfield.

He loves to get you to think a guy is
playing running back when he's not.

These guys are in man coverage over
here and we're gonna take Gronk.

He's gonna motion him out over here.

Line him up over here. Now you
got trips in the backside.

So I want you to come
up here and draw for me

exactly what you're
gonna tell your backers

and how you're gonna
adjust your secondary.

Travis, not a two-hour show.

- Let's go, buddy.
- I know, I got it.

- Come on, man.
- I got it. I got it.

We're on Coughlin time.

- You good?
- I'm great. I got it.

You don't think I know
where the linebackers go?

Playing the game for 12 fucking years.

- Travis.
- I just need a second.

- Do you want some water?
- I'm not thirsty.

You want to take a
walk around the block?

Holy shit, can I get a second?

A little dramatic.

Is there anything I can do?

Can you cure dyslexia?

- You're dyslexic?
- Jeez, louder, Spence.

I don't think the sound guy from
inside could quite pick that up, man.

Why wouldn't you just tell me
before we agreed to do this, huh?

We didn't agree to do this, you did.

Listen, it's not that bad.
Everything just takes extra time.

It takes repetition,
muscle memory, a routine.

Put a whiteboard in front of me and everything
starts looking like quantum fucking physics.

And this is why you skipped the combine.

You know, I just started worrying about
all the shit people were gonna say

when they find out I
botched the Wonderlic.

It's the same shit I've been
hearing my whole entire life.

That I'm stupid, that I'm dumb,
some big, dumb football player.

Man, fuck that Wonderlic. Do you
know how smart you got to be

to run a defense the way
Travis Mack runs it?

You got to be fucking brilliant.
Brilliant.

I'm gonna go back in there.

I'm gonna tell Glazer we're gonna
postpone this whole thing.

We'll do it another time. Before
we go back in that studio, though,

I'll make sure that you're properly
prepped, then we're gonna nail it.

For the rest of the day today,
we're gonna go rent two Jet Skis

and we're gonna go get
high as a motherfucker

because I roll a bomb-ass joint.

No.

No, I'm gonna do this.

Just wigged out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Dude, you all right?
- It's all good, man.

It's all good.

Man, what happened?
What are you doing?

Fuck the board, man. Kings
personnel, tight gun.

I'm gonna run a zone coverage
of the backers pressed.

Gronk motions across,
I'm gonna call a ringo,

drop my corner to send
my will on the backside

and Brady better pray to
God he gets the ball off

by the fifth step or else
that's lights the fuck out.

Wow. Just like that, huh?

And Giselle's feeding him breakfast in bed
every Sunday for the rest of the season.

That is the Travis Mack
teams want to see.

- Okay, let's get you going again.
- Let's do it.

Let's leave Giselle out of it.
Probably not a good idea.

So, Mr. Velasquez.

Sí.

All right, what can I do for you?

You got a patient named Mr. Chavez?

Yeah, I'm not at liberty to say.

Oh, what a surprise.

How about now?

It's against my oath to take
bribes or share information...

Right, right, right. How about now?

- Yeah, I know him.
- What's he look like?

Mr. Velasquez, you must not
think very much of me.

I'm neither here nor there, really.

Well, he's about 6'5, 260,

and bald.

But not like you. He fully embraces it.

So what did you give him?

I prescribed Vicodin to him.

He's got headaches and dizzy
spells and chronic pain.

- Don't we all, right?
- No, no, not like Mr. Chavez does.

How much did you prescribe him?

Will there be anything else I
can do for you, Mr. Velasquez?

Yeah, you got any Adderall?

And you know what? While we're here,

try out some of that Propecia
the kids are talking about.

Saw you cut Kovac in front of
a bunch of five-year-olds.

That's some grim reaper shit.

Boo.

I'd be spooked if I hadn't
just inked a new deal.

Hey, that's a good deal for you.

- A lot of money.
- Yeah, man.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

The team would like you to
consider a restructure.

Damn, Charles.

I didn't even get the money yet, man, and
they already asking me to return it?

Why don't you go to Suh
and them big money cats?

- 'Cause I want you to do it.
- Well, I ain't doing it.

My money belong to me, man. I
just bought this fucking house.

Okay, all right, I understand.

And I'm sure Coach Berg will understand.

Either that or he'll run
your ass ragged in camp.

- Wow.
- Supposed to be filthy hot this summer.

Wow, you gonna blackmail
me with exercise?

No, I'm just saying try being
a team guy for a change.

Show the world that it ain't
always all about Alonzo.

Look, Chuck, I don't
mind moving the dough

as long as I know it's
all still coming to me.

I got a mortgage to pay.

And you're gonna get every single penny.

- Every dollar?
- Every dollar.

- That's my word.
- All right.

I got you.

So who the move for?

- Uh...
- Jerret?

Fuck that. Motherfuck that.

And why the hell would I
buy myself out of a job?

Because if you're the
team's only deep threat,

you're gonna see double
coverage the entire season.

Double coverage ain't got
shit on Alonzo Cooley.

This is true. I agree, but you
two work better as a pair.

Look at Antonio Brown and
Martavis Bryant up in Pittsburg.

That's one.

Hey, they had career
years together, though.

- And what about A.B. and Wallace?
- It's the same guy.

But what has Wallace done
since he left Pittsburg?

So you're saying that
could be me and Rick?

Yes!

This is great for you
and good for the team.

Just make sure I get Ricky
front row parking spot.

Just make sure I get Ricky
front row parking spot.

Okay, I'm gonna do that for you.

- Damn, thank you.
- No, thank you from me.

And I'm Antonio, he's Martavis.

- I'm Antonio, he's Martavis.
- Yes.

Thank you, Antonio.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just heard Andre's making
a bid for our company.

Fuck. You sure about that?

Yeah, Virginia said
lawyers are on the clock.

Drawing up the contracts right now.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

Travis did great on Glazer's show.

He goes top five, others will follow.

We'll double our roster.

Anderson's not a fucking idiot.

Why would he sell us right now, huh?

Well, he probably already
knows what Andre knows.

Look, I know, too. It's okay.

You know what?

I know that you're in a lot of pain.

What the fuck are you
talking about, Joe?

The pill mill. Dr. Frey.

Wow.

Okay, that was a one-time deal.

Oh, that's denial. The first
sign of addiction, man.

- Believe me, I've been there.
- My prescription ran out.

Oh, look, it's fine. It's all good.

We play up the addiction
angle, send you to rehab.

Hey, I don't fucking need rehab.

Believe me, rehab's not that bad.

And plus, it makes it impossible

for people to turn their back on you.

It did wonders for Robert Downey Jr.
He's fucking Iron Man.

What Andre knows about me has nothing
to do with me taking fucking pills.

Oh, okay, there's more?

Wow, I can't wait to hear this.

Let me guess, you're a human trafficker.

No, no, no, no, you're an assassin.

I lost a lot of money in
a very bad deal, okay?

Back when Andre was managing it.

I tried to keep it under wraps,

but he's been fucking lording it
over me ever since we stole Sizzle.

Okay, so you lost some money.

So what? It happens to everybody.

Joe, it was $6 million.

Oh, my... in one shot?

What the fuck, man?

Look, I was ready to retire,
okay, but my savings were shit.

But I wanted to live that lifestyle.

I did everything I could, scrambled
to keep it all together,

but then I said fuck it. I
rolled the dice. I went all in.

You said when you took the job

that you were doing it to protect
players, not because you were broke.

I did take this job to
protect players, Joe.

And it's because I was fucking broke.

- You could have told me that.
- You wouldn't have hired me.

You're probably fucking right.

I also bought in some
other guys on the deal.

They got hurt, too.

You couldn't just be a
fucking pill fiend, huh?

No.

Yo, yo, Rick.

Oh, my negro hero.

Bringing blessings in the
from of chicken wings.

Unh. I am. Got you two
dozen lemon pepper.

- One barbecue.
- Ooh!

Full order of Cajun fries. Bread.

Ranch. Or blue cheese if you like.

I'm gonna enjoy watching
you eat every bite.

It don't mix with my diet.

I got something else you
might like even better.

I met up with Siefert earlier today.

You tell him to kiss my ass?

Not exactly.

I told him we need your ass.

And after moving a couple pieces around,

I got you an offer.

Really? How much we talking?

I wasn't able to match
Buffalo's 11 million per year,

but I was able to get you nine
million a year for three years.

Damn, Chuck. How you swing that?

- I got a knack for this kind of stuff.
- No shit.

So what you think? Are you willing to
take less money to stay home in Miami?

It ain't about the money.

Miami is where I belong.

Yeah? So the Ricky
Jerret legacy lives on?

Let it live, baby. Dole me off
some of them wings in celebration.

Hell, yeah.

I'm gonna call Jason, man.

This is great. This is great.

Go.

- Coming down, coming down.
- Hey, stop.

- Whoa! All right.
- Got him.

- Better D up.
- Run it back.

How's my favorite former
free agent feeling today?

Feeling the Lord's heavenly glow.

Yeah, I bet you are. I was
just about to call you.

Hot sauce?

Yeah, it's back there.
Did you say former?

That's right. The Rams want you.

Now, before you give me a kneejerk no,

they're offering $36 million over
three years, half of it guaranteed.

All right? The paperwork's gonna
be on its way in the morning.

Welcome to the promised land, my son.

Hey.

Here you go.

He was surprised I came through, right?

Fuck it.

Are you up for this?

Yeah, let's get it out on the table.
I practiced my speech already.

Yeah, you know, if you think about
it, when you take a loss that big,

it makes you even more careful
with our clients' money.

Cautionary tale. Reformed man.
It's gold.

Yep. Oh, that Addy's really kicking in.

- What?
- Huh? Oh, nothing.

Mr. Anderson. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Hey, no worries. Have a seat, gentlemen.

How about some wine?

If you don't mind, Mr. Anderson, I'd
like to cut right to the chase.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize that you were
leading tonight's discussion.

Please, go ahead.

We're aware that Andre's been
making a bid for the company.

And I'm sure that he's been saying
a few choice things about me.

So I just want to come clean

and let you hear my side
of the story first.

You failed your registration, Spencer.

What?

NFLPA doesn't want you
handling their players' money.

Said that you were not
a qualified custodian.

I got it in writing, actually.

And now you do, too.

But, hey, guys, listen, relax.

Don't worry. I think
I've got a solution.

- Okay.
- Yeah, let's hear it.

Okay, how's this?

You never sign another
client ever again.

Your value to me, to my company now

is zero, absolute zero.

So take a walk.

It's over.

Now, how about that wine, Joe?

I think... I think I'd
rather have a scotch.

Scotch it is.