Survivor's Remorse (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 5 - Out of the Past - full transcript

Cam Calloway grew up

in the roughest section of a tough town.

There were plenty of
ways for him to go wrong,

but he kept turning right.

35 million for five years.

This is an advance.

Get me to the nearest bank.

Yeah, and we still got Nike next week.

It's your call.

Whatever you think,
man. I'll ride with you.

You know what you doing, right?



I sure as fuck hope so.

♪ I can't give a fuck ♪

♪ I'm just living like, so what? ♪

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, Cam Calloway.

♪ Full of guilty pleasure ♪

♪ I can't give a fuck ♪

♪ I'm just living like, so what? ♪

♪ It couldn't get much better ♪

♪ Only guilty pleasure... ♪

Take care. No problem.

Sign it "To Trish," please.

These Atlanta names slay me.

So after f-i-n-e,

how do I spell Trish, please?



S-i-n-g-l-e.

You want to wake up at your place or mine?

- I live with my mom.
- There's benefits to that.

My mother's close by,
but not for much longer.

- I'm sorry. Is she sick?
- Nah, she's just moving.

- I can't wait.
- Okay.

How about we keep the line moving?

Sorry, ma'am. What's your name?

"Trish's mother."

Mm-hmm.

♪ I live a life of leisure ♪

♪ Full of guilty pleasure... ♪

Please, let Da Chen Bao know

that we are thrilled to sit down.

[imitating Reggie] Be thrilled to
sit down. Jolly, and we would love

nothing more than a good seated sit-down.

Uh, no, we're all set.

We're all set and we will speak soon.

Yes, speak soon, pumpkin. Ciao for now.

[laughs]

Jay Holbrook?

[normal voice] Reggie V, man!

Brand new, looking like
you got an album coming out.

What the fuck are you doing in Atlanta?

Can't a brother get a
"Yo, good to see you"?

A brother, yes. A brother
that's supposed to be

in Massachusetts State Penitentiary gets a

"What the fuck are you doing in Atlanta?"

while I'm looking around for the SWAT team.

Man, I got out of Walpole three weeks ago.

I didn't hear about a prison break.

Overcrowding is a felon's best friend.

Now, thankfully, they got a
ton of folks in there doing

some sick, unforgivable shit

that's way more criminal than what I did,

so they let me out on time served.

Well, thank God for psychopaths.

God's the one that keeps making them.

Sick fuck.

Hey, well, congrats, man.

You heading to a Mexican
beach to hug Morgan Freeman?

Well, actually, no. Uh...

I'm here because I was
released a month too late

for the D-League tryouts in Boston.

Oh, and the Atlanta D-League
tryouts are next in line?

Look, man. I took a 17 hour bus ride

'cause I wanted you to look me in the eyes

and see that I'm not the
same fuckup you remember.

I'm asking you to help me

help myself.

A tryout.

Now I'm trying to do this shit correct.

I was told that you running Cam's show,

and out of respect to that,

I didn't sit outside his building

and I didn't get in that autograph line

because I actually didn't
want his damn autograph,

but I didn't want to spring
myself on him and piss you off.

Hey, man. A 17 hour bus ride, man.

- Least I can do is make a call.
- Thank you, man.

Like, real talk thank you.

You down to go say what
up to Cam right quick?

That's my boy right there.

I know, Jay, but let's see if
we can make the tryout happen

before we mix Cam up in it.

I get it. I get it.

Hey, you need some cash?

I didn't come here for that.

But how much you talking about?

No, I'm joking, man. Thank you, man.

All right, all right.

Man, we'll be gone a while.

Yes, and I will give Cam your message.

Okay, we'll grab a steak, man,

at Abe & Louie's when I get there.

Okay. All right. I will
load you up with tickets

when we playing up in Boston, okay?

I gotta go, man. Okay, yeah.

God bless.

"God bless"?

Who you blowing off?

[chuckles] Just some dude from home.

Wants a D-League tryout.

Is he any good?

In high school, yeah.

I was good in high school.

M-Chuck says you were ninth man.

Hey, varsity was deep my senior year, okay?

M-Chuck can go fuck herself.

Is this guy any better than ninth man?

In high school, he was better than Cam.

Doesn't matter, though.

Isn't that the only thing
that matters in sports?

That and not being a colossal fuckup.

What's he been doing since high school?

Time.

This idiot, Missy, he steals a car,

he drives it into Quincy Market.

Doesn't stop to see the baby in the back.

Full ride at Syracuse out,
ten years at Walpole in.

First offense?

[laughs] First offense.

He could be different now.

Yeah, leopards don't change stripes.

The idiom is leopards
can't change their spots.

Tigers have stripes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know the idiom.

I was just... I'm
adjusting the idiom, okay?

Ex-cons, they excel

in making it look like they've
moved past who they are.

Like they're leopards that
can change their spots.

Like they turn over a new fucking leaf.

Like they found God.

They saw that good light and they deserve

some of that good light
shining on themselves.

And they're good at being
witty and seeming appreciative.

And they're great at unleashing
their brand new them on you.

But at their core, their stripes,

like that invisible shit that
you can't see on a leopard,

their stripes never change.

They are who they were.

And who they were is
who they revert to being.

You stand too close, you'll get fucked.

Why can't you just admit
you didn't know the idiom?

If I judged you on some of the
shit you've done in the past...

Okay, you know what? You want to welcome

a bunch of ex-cons in
our day-to-day life,

I will charter a bus from Boston.

Look like a boat of Haitian refugees.

I believe in redemption.

So everyone looking for redemption

deserves a minor league basketball tryout?

Mmmm. I got too much going on.

I'm dealing with Nike, Da Chen Bao.

I got to take Aunt Cass
and M-Chuck house shopping.

What about that apartment
Cam just bought them?

I leased it month-to-month.
Never told them.

'Cause I knew one month of Cam living

in the same building
with his mother and sister

two months too long.

The main house was built in the 1830s,

but it's been completely modernized.

[exhales] Isn't this great, Reggie?

- Feels a little small.
- [laughs]

Mary Charles, Stacey,
take Reggie on the tour.

M-Chuck: Come on, guys.
I wanna show you where

I wanna put the pussy playpen.

Beautiful.

Ooh. Look at this.

That one sticks, honey.

Don't mind me. I'm the owner.

Stacey told me you'd be coming back.

I don't want to leave.
Glad you're interested.

It's a great house.

I'll be out of your hair in a few minutes.

Got to get this pie.

Oh, wow. Did you make that yourself?

No, this neighborhood's
plagued by a criminal

who sneaks into people's
houses and bakes pies.

I'm going to check this
one for fingerprints.

[laughs]

Ooh.

You better hide it 'cause
I could eat a whole one.

Well, let's eat one of
these that's already cooled.

We Calloways are a baking
family and a sharing family.

Is that Calloway with an O or an A?

C-a-l-l-o-w-a-y.

Us, too.

- Where y'all from?
- Boston.

Well, Boston Calloway,

try my pie.

Oh, I'm trying to stay away

Girl, is that cayenne in there?

Honey, cayenne's the secret ingredient.

What kind of super palate
are you working over there?

Don't play with me.

I knows how to work it in the kitchen.

Oh.

This is the palace, Reggie.

This is my dream castle. We got to get it.

Let's not seem too eager
while the owner's here.

It's a sweet spot. Admit it.

Auntie, you got great taste.

Look at all this space.

I'm going to put a bunch
of bird feeders out here

and feed the birds and shit.

Wait, what do birds eat anyway?

I don't know. Worms, seeds.

Shit, Netflix "Sesame Street."

- You're stupid.
- What?

I love the high-rise,

but this is a
back-motherfucking-yard.

This is a motherfucking forest.

I mean, I bet you there's wolves
and monkeys and shit out there.

We're going to have to get a shotgun.

Hey, don't be shooting
my birds, though, Ma.

Reggie, make it happen.

Okay. I'll get the comparables from Stacey

and I'll talk to Cam.

[laughs, squeals]

STACEY: Multiple bids already on the table.

It's up to 3.6.

Really competitive situation here.

That's never a good negotiating position.

Oh, come on, Reggie.

Don't deny me the opportunity

of churning out pies out of
that oven on a daily basis.

Auntie, I ain't denying you.
I'm just noting the parameters

that will ensure that we
ain't never broke again.

Look, I want to give
you the sun and the moon.

I just don't want the
stars to break the budget.

You can't take it with you.

You can't take debt with you either.

It's just an expression.

Man working on a commission

is going to school me on the
spiritual nature of money?

Take a hike, Stace. I'll call
you when we make a decision.

All love, ladies.

Thank you, Stacey.

- Julius.
- Stacey.

I will take it with me. I
was back there listening.

CASSIE: So how much is she asking over

what you want our budget to be?

The budget is what the budget is.

It's not about what I
want the budget to be.

No, it's about what I
want the budget to be.

You're over by half a mil.

You're just going to
have to give us raises.

- I don't disagree.
- CAM: Reggie.

- Hmm?
- CASSIE: Baby, we found the dream house and I love it.

When were you going to tell
me Jay Holbrook reached out?

The moment he left town.

Jay Holbrook from Dorchester?

His daddy owe me some money.
Where's the motherfucker at?

I was leaving practice

and he jumped in front of my fucking car.

This stalking motherfucker.

It's not like you gave him a choice,

shutting him down the way you did.

Jay Holbrook is in Atlanta?

I didn't shut him down.

I... I respectfully gave him our answer.

- Who did you consult for our answer?
- Myself.

And he should have took his no

and kept it moving, not crawl to you.

No, he didn't crawl.

He jumped in front of
my car at a red light.

- Did he have a gun in his hand?
- You know what I did?

I got out of my car and
then I gave my boy a hug.

I took him to lunch and got him
a room at the InterContinental

because that is what you
do when one of your boys

just did a bunch of years in Walpole.

He's one of the last
boys I wished was my boy.

Sexy eyes. Dick like a museum piece.

That boy had crazy eyes
and his mother did, too.

Crazy eyes that would just roll up

in the back of her crazy-ass brain.

No, she wasn't crazy, she was bipolar.

- She was a buyer of cocaine.
- [laughs]

Yeah, I know 'cause I sold it to her.

Them was the salad days. Time of innocence.

When local boys made it big

like Bell Biv DeVoe, New Edition.

Your uncle was caught in the
middle of that New Jack Swing.

I miss it, man.

CASSIE: Cam, you know how
much I always wanted a gazebo.

- And this yard is perfect.
- Always wanted a gazebo?

Ma, you always wanted a second bathroom

so people wouldn't have to wait to shit.

And I got that.

And now I'm going to get me a
gazebo with a big bug zapper.

Big enough for the birds you feed

so we can enjoy the outdoors.

This ain't some no-name.

Jay's one of us. He's
one of the original squad.

Cam, it's not like y'all was
a band of fucking brothers.

I mean, come on, for fuck.
Maybe a band of idiots.

He ain't asking for a kidney.

He's just trying to feed his family.

Feed his family? He
father kids from prison?

Yeah, what dumb bitch
would go get knocked up

by a dude that's already in prison?

A dumb bitch who enjoys her alone time.

Reggie and I need some alone time.

Let's go, cuz.

When the fuck did you start
drinking juice boxes again?

This is a pouch. This ain't no box.

- Ma, Capri Sun is the shit.
- 100% real juice.

That's why I put it on the list.

You know what I mean? This is God's nectar.

Hey, you know the D-League
tryouts on Tuesday?

Can you squeeze one of
my boys onto that list?

His name's Jay Holbrook.

Great player.

Hey, he'll be there.

I appreciate you.

22 seconds.

22 seconds, is that so hard?

No, no, no. That's the easy part.

The hard part is multiplying
those 22 seconds times 10,000

and then maybe you'll get a fraction

of the phone calls I get every month.

See, you think Jay is the only person

that wants something.

Only difference is he's
the only one trifle enough

to launch his ass at your windshield.

If that's what you do

say no to every request that comes to you

- then let me see everything.
- You want to...

Let me see everything so
that I can decide for myself.

Absolutely. Let's open the floodgates.

Cam, you can sift through it all.

The texts, the emails, the
fucking Facebook posts, the tweets.

No, this just in.

"Urgent, it's Antawan
from Roxbury Boys Club.

Please hit me back. I want
to patent some new sweatbands

that will change the way
basketball is learned."

- Hey, let's do it.
- Let's do it.

Let's sit down with
Antawan the toothless genius

and lose a mint patenting
the way hoops are learned.

- This is Jay.
- See, I thought you knew what I do.

See, I steer our family raft
through the constant, endless,

whitewater rapid river of
bullshit piped into our lives.

It's just some distraction,
man. That's all it is, man,

to keep you from focusing on what
it is we came here to do play ball.

I'm trying to prep you for Nike.

Tryouts is happening when I'm in practice.

Can you just make sure that
he gets the royal treatment?

[laughing]

Well, you're the only
bidders that brought a pie.

And the only one that made a pie

that I wish I'd made myself.

That shit is good, ain't it?

My sister can bake.

- We didn't mean to ambush you.
- Yes, we did.

We just love your home.

We've looked at a slew of homes

and I know that there are

a lot of people that
are interested in yours.

Well, their bids seemed to prove that.

We were wondering if there was
any wiggle room in the price

from one Calloway to another.

Well, we have a budget
that we need to stick to.

Well, these other homes you're looking at,

are they within your budget?

Well, we want this home.

So is there a little wiggle room?

You know, from one Calloway to another.

There's a Silverstein family
that's wiggling the price

a little higher than
what it was this morning.

Thank you for your compliments.

I love my house.

I'm selling it to the people
that show that love most.

You love your house, but you can't love

its history, though, can you?

That's why you're leaving, ain't it?

The basement could stand to be rewired.

Talking about the people
who lived here once.

Your people inside, our people outside.

I beg your pardon?

And it turns out your great-great-
great-grandfather Cleophus Calloway

owned our great-great-great-
grandfather "Chicken" George Calloway.

Our great-granddaddy was "Chicken" George?

I have no idea.

I am making a point.

His name could have been "Pig"
Tyrone or "Turkey" Brahim.

It don't matter. It
wasn't his African name.

His African name was stolen from
him by Delia here's ancestors.

CASSIE: Delia, this is a
painful revelation for all of us.

I mean, my God, you know?

We are sitting here in the
middle of your dining room

eating pie, living Dr. King's dream.

But truth be told,

it still lingers in the soul.

It's in the air.

[whispers] It's on the land.

I think you should accept our
offer as a way of, you know,

- making up for things.
- Right.

- Reparations.
- Reparations, yes.

Slave reparations for one
Calloway's abuse of another.

Yes.

Well, I don't know what to say.

You can start off by saying you're sorry.

We know it's not you.

I know what's in your heart.

What racist on this Earth
would make a pie like you?

You know, the Nazis were
known for their strudels.

Delia, you are about love.

- You love black people.
- Ma, you're right.

This ain't got nothing to do
with Delia here or her heart.

And everything to do with
her lynching-ass ancestors.

I mean, Delia, peel out that window there.

You got a lot of poplar
trees on your property.

And we ain't gotta sing no Billie Holiday

to drive that point home, do we?

I appreciate your ability to be frank.

Thank you, Delia.

Folks, if you will, follow me.

Well, okay.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Tryouts are over.

Call Cam. Get him to put it back on.

You four hours late. Where
the fuck you been, man?

I was trying to get over
here. I took the MARTA.

- From where? Orlando?
- Come on, man.

What? I'm just... listen, Cam called me.

He told me to send a car to take
you to and from here, so I did.

I called you to give you
the heads up. I texted you.

I made sure that the concierge
left a message under your door,

but you weren't there, Jay.

I'm here now. Four hours.

That's how long I've been
standing here because Cam

asked me to, to help out an old friend.

Shit, man. I put together
some swag for you.

And Cam will send more
up at your sister's place

and I can take you to the bus station.

Or if you got an I.D., I'll
take you to the airport.

I'll get you a flight.

Okay. I lied.

- Oh.
- I was with friends.

Yeah? Jay, look, it's your life, huh?

You got your freedom.
It's your prerogative.

Spin it how you want.

- I'm feeling pressure...
- Oh.

... to not disappoint.

- I had a drink.
- Right.

- Smoked a blunt with these Irish girls.
- Yeah?

Did you? Did you have
fun? You're a friendly guy.

Hey, here's some money, Jay.

Look, I'm trying to
come clean here, Reggie.

But it don't change the fact

there's no more I can do for you.

- Here.
- Do for me?

Nah, man. All you did was smug me.

- I smugged you?
- Man, I was getting laid.

Honestly, like, I lost
my charger at the hostel.

- Yeah?
- I don't know where my phone is.

- Yeah.
- Okay, I fucked up way back when.

- Shit.
- But remember, I used to be the playmaker.

- Okay.
- Cam was just a spot up shooter.

Mmhmm. And, yes, he worked on his handles,

but if little, skinny Cam can get paid,

believe I can, too.

You're leaving town. Go home,
get your life straightened out.

Learn yourself some of the
ways things work out here.

Cam don't need any bad influences here.

Nestled up in Cam's ass must be comfy, huh?

Make your way back to
that MARTA station, Jay.

You got all the time in the
world to make that next train now.

This is my great-great-great
grand-father Lucious Calloway.

Not Cleophus.

Wait, wait, wait. This
man is your grandfather?

Great-great-great.

He look like Chris Paul, not you.

Time has thinned the
blood, but rest assured,

I am the trickledown result of his seed.

How did Civil War Chris Paul
turn into this Betty Crocker?

My assumption is that back then,

just like now, people liked to fuck.

All kinds, all the time.

We're all just out of the melting pot.

We had our DNA tested.

We got Cherokee and Irish in us, too.

And a smidgen of French.

Well, you white-passing,
steel-ball negotiating bitch.

The Silversteins' offer has been accepted.

And as a strong Nubian queen,

I promise you, my half-pint of black blood

has rendered me immune to white guilt.

Help yourself out.

See you at Essence Fest, sisters.

- You started this. Reparations?
- I was trying to get the house, ma.

- I was trying to get the house.
- I was going along.

Eva says she en route.

Asking us to meet her

on a street corner got
certain implications.

Nike doesn't do things
like other brands do things.

Yo, so how'd my boy do?

- Boy didn't do. Boy was late.
- What?

It's not the time or place.

I'm just trying to get the full story.

The story's four words

- your boy fucked up.
- With no explanation?

None that made time go back four
hours so he could make the tryout.

Man, you know how big this was for him.

This is a life changer.

But when that change is on the line,

you can't show up four hours late.

And I waited the entire four hours

because somebody wanted me to
give him the royal treatment.

Let's just drop it. Get our
heads in the game, please.

Reggie. Cam.

- I'm Eva Robles.
- Hi.

Nice to put a face with the name.

I know meeting on a street
corner is rather unconventional,

but walk with me, would you?

Uh, there's like a
million "no parking" signs.

Nike will pay the tickets.

I'm not going to waste time
reminding you of the roster

of greats Nike's launched into
the marketing stratosphere.

You're the kind of athlete

Nike wants to fashion our future with.

The kind of star worthy of a building.

I know you're talking to the competition.

Listen to them.

And when they've finished,

remember me saying this, "We're Nike."

- [shutter clicking]
- "The world is ours."

Everyone else is just the answer
to some fucking trivia question.

This building here is one
of many future buildings

where your photo will be draped

to inspire, to celebrate,

to anoint you.

Building after building, town after town.

You'll be next in line
after Jordan, Kobe, LeBron.

30 million for five years.

Now you gentlemen may need a minute

'cause your dicks are hard. So is mine.

When you're done listening

and you're ready to take your
deserved spot in Nike's pantheon,

call.

Cam.

You say anything other than "We're in,"

and you're dead, Reg.

Under Armour offered 35.

It's Nike. The pinnacle.

And Da Chen Bao, he's flying
7,000 miles to sit with you.

- Call him and cancel.
- He's already in the air.

Yo, call his pilot. They got
reverse in them damn planes.

Cam, Da Chen Bao, that's
like the Nike of China.

They're global, hungry.

- They deserve a serious listen.
- And I don't?

Look, you wouldn't let me
say yes to Under Armour,

you going to deny me now?

If I had let you say yes to Under Armour,

your ass wouldn't be
standing here right now.

Look, you disagree, you
want to hash it out, fine.

But we got to do it someplace not under

a building size poster of you.

- It's hard to talk sensibly.
- All right, cool.

Hold up. I mean, I may need a minute.

My dick actually was hard.

Is hard.

All right, you know what? I'mma let you,

I'mma let you go in front of me.

- Good idea.
- Great idea. Thank you.

Fuck it. Look at this shit.

At least 30 million for wearing some shoes

that I've been wearing
my whole life for free.

- Yeah, boy.
- Come on.

Damn.

You ever thought about where'd we be if...

if none of this ever happened, man?

Shit. Hopefully edging out Xavier Davis

for the night manager job at
the Olive Garden in Natick.

Probably dead in a ditch.

I'd probably be in that ditch with you.

Nah. Nah.

[cell phone chimes]

_

Jay says he's on his way to Ireland.

And you tried to help him. You did.

He couldn't make use of your help.

We just playin' about being in a ditch.

Jay ain't no different from us.

Maybe no different than me,

but he's definitely different than you.

Come on. I know it. You know it.

He knows it.

- I'mma call him.
- No.

Come on, cousin. Huh?

Listen, man, it's your heart

that got you to where you're at.

Your heart is big. It's...
it's inexhaustible, man.

Your heart's got you practicing,

it's got you driving,
it's got you eating right.

Got you not doing stupid shit

like getting in cars that weren't yours

or mistreating women or picking up guns.

Not doing blow.

It's got you appreciating people.

Making sure that when you get in spots

where you might succeed, you did so.

You don't owe anybody else

for you busting your ass to become you.

Busting your ass and...
and... and being on time

and not committing crimes, man,

that's a life available to everybody.

Look, where we from, yeah,
sometimes it's harder than most,

but you did it.

Ain't your responsibility to make sure

other people do it too.

You helped him. Now he got to help himself.

He got to take his head out
of some Irish girl's titties

and set an alarm.

And maybe he will, maybe he won't,

but he can't hang out in this city

until he get his shit straight.

You paid him to go away, didn't you?

I can't make anybody do anything
that they don't want to do.

You getting at least $30 million.

We about to go next level, Cam.

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