The Game (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Reshuffling the Deck - full transcript

♪

Hey.

Well, well, well.

What you doing around
these parts, ma'am?

Well, you know, Montana
told me that you were here.

- Oh, did she?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, today's the big day, huh?

Yep.

- Just hope it doesn't ring.
- Mm-hmm.

If it rings, that means
I didn't make the team.



Oh, I have a good
feeling about it.

Yeah, we'll see.

So, how's the ankle?

No more cortisone, right?

Right, right.

There's nothing I can do now.

Either I made the
team or I didn't.

Good.

Come here. Come on.

- Where are we going?
- We are going somewhere fun.

- Come on.
- Brittany, I got...

- Brittany, I gotta get ready for work.
- Do you trust me?

- Come on.
- What are you... I gotta go.

What is this?



Hey, you made the team.

Seriously?

Y'all not playing me, right?

No, you made the team!

I have a little
proposition for you.

I knew I'd wear you down.

- I suggest that we get cozy,

cruising the waters
of the Maldives.

Oh. Well, I suggest

that we stick to
business and get cozy

cruising down a river of cash.

Well, my interest
is piqued. Go on.

I wanna buy Oakmont
Sports Academy.

Well, I guess we'll both
be living our dreams

in the end zone.

Guess so.

Oakmont, future
client, smart business.

But let's get to the
juicy part... me.

Well, my cash is on lock.

I need a float.

What you offering
for collateral?

My good name.

Your name is always
good with me, Tasha,

even if Garrett hasn't
signed his contract yet.

But I need more.

Let's say, 51% interest
in your agency.

Ah, babe, I hate to have
to do this, but I gotta go.

- Right now?
- Yeah, I know.

I'm meeting with Tasha to
come clean about the club.

Oh, take Demarco with
you as a bodyguard.

- Take the rest of the team too.

Tasha, I just need a
show of good faith.

You can buy back your
stake at any time.

When do you need the money?

Now, there's an emergency
board meeting today,

so how 'bout 20%?

35, pretty lady.

Damn. All right.

Send the paperwork
over to my attorney.

I will make the
call immediately.

You know what? This club...

- Mm-hmm?
- is gonna be a game-changer, really.

And I will have the
best seat in the house

- to watch you play.
- Mm, can't wait.

All right, well, let
me know how it goes.

Will do.

I do have one favor to ask.

Oh, will you please take
it easy, Colonel, okay?

I already gave you the "T" and
the "M" in my name, come on.

I'd rather have the
"T" and the "A."

But promise me
that Club End Zone

will be the hottest
thing in all of football.

- Wait, wait. What?
- Club End Zone.

Isn't what you and
Brittany are calling it?

Ah. Me and Brittany.

Well, I promise you, it's
gonna be hotter than hell.

♪

- Oh! Oh-ho-ho!
- My man!

Dawg, you better
pick up them blitzes

and keep my ass
safe, you hear me?

Oh, I will. Hey,
and thank you.

- I owe you so much.
- Feeling is mutual, dawg.

- Feeling's mutual.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, gosh, get a room.

- Garrett.

Malik, how'd the meeting
go with the union?

Mr. Sabin, how do you vote?

I vote for Prescott.

That's three votes
Prescott Enterprises,

two for the Tasha
Mack Corporation.

Ms. Moore?

- Tasha Mack.
- That's three votes each.

Mr. Landry, as the longest
running board member,

you have the deciding vote.

- Simone.
- Yes?

- You have served this school well.
- Thank you.

But I vote Tasha Mack.

- Pow, pow, pow.
- You have gotta be kidding me.

James, how could you do this?

You chopped that baby's hair.
It went spiral on the Internet.

It's "viral," you fucking coot.

Whatever, we can't afford
that kind of press.

This woman is not fit
to run my academy.

Oh, says the woman
who is fit to be tied.

- Ken! Bob!
- No!

Please escort this
woman out of my academy.

- It's my academy!
- Not anymore.

No, no, no, this
cannot be happening.

- It is happening.
- This is not over.

Don't you dare.
Don't you dare.

- Thank you.
- You'll do well.

Thank you.

- Ooh! Oh!

Oh!

School is in session, Monique.

Lining up head mistress
interviews as we speak.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

- Wow.
- So proud of you.

- Auntie Tasha, you did it.

This is incredible. How...
how did you pull it off?

Oh, a little spit,
a little grease,

a little help from
people I trust.

Well, fellas, the union said we
don't have enough owner votes

to secure lifetime
healthcare, unfortunately.

So, it's on us, then.

Either we play or we strike.

- Yeah.
- I don't know, I don't know.

- That's risky as hell, Garrett.
- Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho. Chill, chill, chill.

Bro, listen, it's not
gonna come to that.

I'm gonna have a talk
with the Colonel, okay?

Trust your QB. Have I
ever let you all down?

Yes!

Okay, but that
was that one time,

and that was before
No Nut November.

And if I can handle that shit,

then I can handle the
Colonel. Come on, y'all.

You didn't handle it.
You fell nine days short.

Oh-ho-ho!

Look who's been a
pro for five minutes

and already got
the mouth of a vet!

That's what I'm talking about.

Hey, bartender, get
Clint Black-wood

another drink over
here to shut him up.

How dare you use my name

without my permission
with the Colonel.

That's what I was
gonna tell you, is...

Oh, well, here you
go lying again.

I told you that the
Colonel is where I eat.

So, what, you must think I'm
some feeble, forgetful fool?

No, but that was three "F" s,
so I understand you're pissed.

Well, then here's another
one. You're fired.

What?

My goodwill tank is on empty.

- We're done, Brittany.
- No, no.

My dad said that he
could fund the club

so we could still do
this and it's not...

Girl, I don't need
Jason's money,

and I don't need you.

The club is in
good hands... mine.

- It's my idea.
- It was my name that sold it.

You know, one day, little girl,

you gonna learn
just how important

having a good name is.

Two weeks, and my franchise

will take over the
football world.

But right now, I hear rumblings
about players striking.

Well, you hear rumblings
because that's the only card

the players have to play.

Malik, I'm impressed.

You've put yourself in
such a position of power.

Becoming the players rep,

that was a stroke
of genius for us.

Colonel, I have to
be honest with you.

I did it for everybody.

I did it for the
owners and the players.

But the big boys, you guys
gotta compromise a little bit.

It's funny.

In a game filled with titans,
you call us the big boys.

Mm-hmm, yeah, well, the big
boys have the big money.

Now, Colonel, I know
you have enough votes

to turn the tide on
this healthcare thing.

Mm. Very astute, Malik.

But why would I do something
so financially reckless?

'Cause it's the
right thing to do.

I would argue that this
is the right thing to do.

What's this?

A pre-signed
ownership agreement,

effective immediately, in
exchange for your loyalty.

Now, Colonel, you know if you
can give me this ownership now,

then you could have done
it before this season.

Son...

you weren't ready
before this season.

Let Tasha have a look at
that, I'll clear an office.

We'll get you signed.

Sign it, seal it, deliver it.

Our dreams just came true.

Of course I'll go to the game,

but it's only to see Beyoncé
sing the national anthem.

Can you imagine singing in
front of all those people?

You're gonna do it one day.

And remember, even she needed
help to become Beyoncé.

That's not true. The
only help she had

was from Papa Dios.

- Not true.

Because that judge
on Star Search,

unless his name was Papa Dios,

where she got her big
break, she needed help.

She didn't even win Star Search.

How do you know so
much about Beyoncé?

The same reason you know so
much about Michael B. Jordan.

Yeah, he fine.
But he ain't you.

Good... good save.

She seems more
grumpy than usual.

Give me a second.

Brittany.

- What are you doing?
- What does it look like I'm doing?

- I'm packing.
- Well, whatever it is,

you don't have to run away.

I'm not running, all
right? I'm leaving.

I'm... I'm sick of
Vegas, and it's just...

It's time for something new.

No, I'm calling
bullshit on that.

- How is that bullshit?
- You left San Diego, you went to Miami.

Miami got tough,
you came to Vegas.

And now it's getting tough,
and you're running again.

Yo, if you wanna be this big
boss that you pretend to be,

you can't keep running.

- Whatever, I'm sick of this.
- Oh, you're sick of this?

News flash, Raq, this has
nothing to do with you.

I know it has nothing
to do with me,

because it's all
about Brittany, right?

What is that supposed to mean?

It means, why don't you just go?

If the people that you
love can't depend on you,

then what's the point?

- It's everything we
ever wanted, dawg.

Just sign the damn contract.

Dawg, don't you get it?

This ain't the same, bro.

Yeah, yeah, I want
team ownership,

but something about this, it
just don't feel right, dawg.

Fuck your feelings.

Stop being a bitch and
make our dream real.

Oh, said the bitch
who ain't real

and don't understand that
I'm dealing with real people.

So, you'd rather
just let me down.

Again.

Oh, okay, now you gotta call
Mommy and get permission.

Stand up, bro. Be a man.

Wow, Erica. Quite an
impressive résumé.

Thank you.

Excuse me one second.

Sure.

Okay, where were we?

Yeah, Ma, listen, I
need to talk to you,

so please call me back
as soon as you can.

And yes, this is about business.

Fuck.

So, it's true.

You're leaving.

What are you doing
here, Jamison?

I came to stop you
from making a mistake.

Coming to Vegas was a mistake.

You really think that?

Raquel called me and
I rushed over here

to talk some sense to you.

But if it's so easy for
you to pack up and leave,

- why would I try that?
- It's easy? It's easy?

- Easy!
- I just lost my job.

I got fired and I
lost my club, Jamison.

What would you do if you
got cut from the team?

Would you try to make
it work from here?

Would you fight to
find a way to play?

Why are you playing?
How it makes you feel?

I need a why too.

And you can't fix that.

So, this... so this is goodbye?

Wait, wait, Jamison.

Whatever we have going on,

it's the best thing I
have in my life right now.

But I need more, and you still
have this stuff with Allison

where she's floating around
in your heart, and...

I don't wanna go.

But I don't wanna stay and
regret staying for you.

I don't want you to stay for me.

I want you to stay
here 'cause you know

that if we give this
even half a shot,

it'll be something special.

I know, I know.

I just need some, uh, time.

I told you, if you took Geno in,

things wasn't gonna end
well, and look at you.

Players rep,

focused on everything
but the right thing.

I wish you wasn't fucking here.

Well, I am here, and
I ain't going nowhere

till you set shit straight,
so... ooh, I got this.

So, either you
sign this contract

or confess what you did.

What? That ain't my
fault, dawg, that...

Stop lying to yourself.

- I'm not lying!
- Then why am I here?

I don't wanna talk about
this shit no more, dawg.

- I don't wanna talk about it.
- That's the problem.

We need to talk about this,

because you took
everything from me.

My career, my dream,
my life, everything.

You did that. You either
sign it or say it.

I'm not fucking lying to myself.

Sign it or say it.

I'm sorry, dawg, it's my...

- Sign it or say it.
- I said I'm sorry.

Sign it or say it.

I'm fucking sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- Sign it or say it.
- It's my fault!

Dawg, it's my fault.

It's my fault, bro, I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

Man, I'm sorry, Caleb!

Caleb, I'm sorry,
dawg, I'm sorry.

Malik, Malik.

- It's my fault.
- Malik.

- It's my fault, dawg.
- Bro, bro, bro, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

Malik, what's wrong?

I killed my best friend.

Okay, look, I'm gonna
take you to the doctor.

- I don't need a doctor.
- Let me get you to a doctor.

I'm cool, dawg, I don't
need a fucking doctor!

Okay, okay, okay.
Malik, it's okay, man.

Hey, hey, bro. Hey,
hey, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

- It's okay.
- Nah, dawg, I don't need to go to the doctor.

I'm okay, man, I'm okay.
I just need a minute.

All right. All right.

I'm sorry, dawg.

You know what to do.

Unburden yourself.

I need to borrow
your cell phone, bro.

So, my office manager tells
me that you are honest,

hardworking, and ready
to get off a desk.

Shana, yeah, she's... She's
great, I just love her.

Okay, well, speaking of love,

now, if I were to hire you,

I need you to stay
off that desk,

especially with my clients.

No screaming and creaming,

not with my son,
players, coaches,

not even with your damn self.

Oh. Okay, um, Miss Mack,

I can assure you, my interests
are strictly professional.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm ready to learn from the best.

Mm. Okay.

Well, congratulations.
You're hired, okay?

- Yeah?
- And may the Lord be with you.

But not on my desk, huh?

Oh! I see you, okay.

You got comedy and blasphemy
all rolled up into one, huh?

I think this just might work.

Hey, y'all.

What up?

Can't believe I'm doing this.

But it needs to be done.

I've been going through
a lot of shit lately,

and I've been holding it in,

and that ain't been
the best thing for me.

So, figured I'd do
the healthy thing

and unburden myself.

So, here we go, world.

I just had a whole emotional
and mental breakdown.

As a football player

and as a Black man
in this country,

I've always been taught
that I need to be tough,

and to push through.

My mom used to tell me when
I was a kid, she'd say,

"Malik, in order to
survive this world,

"you gotta take your hits,
you gotta get up, son,

and you gotta keep going."

I've been carrying
around a lot of guilt,

a lot of guilt by my
best friend, Caleb Jones.

He died.

It's not your fault, 'Lik.

Maybe it is, maybe it ain't.

But I feel it all
the same, dawg.

Excuse me, I'm talking to him.

Yeah, you heard me right.

Sometimes I talk to him.

'Cause I see him. That's
a part of my trauma.

It's been haunting me, and
I know that Caleb shows up

because I never addressed it.

So, here I go. Now...

Sir, can you get off the
215 and take Green Valley?

- My flight's in an hour.
- Homecoming.

- Thank you.
- Senior year.

We were up by two scores.

Caleb needed one catch

to set the single
game reception record.

I threw the pass,

it sailed on me.

He laid out and he caught it.

Then he got hit.

And that hit...

it paralyzed him.

Less than a year
later, my boy was dead,

and that shit ain't right.

It was always Caleb's dream

for us to own a football team.

And the closer I
get to ownership,

I realize that I
killed my best friend.

And I keep telling myself,

"Malik, that ain't
your fault, bro."

But the shit feels real.

So, what am I gonna do about it?

Well, I'm doing it.

For one, I'm gonna start
being honest with myself.

I'm gonna stop telling myself
that I can do this on my own,

and then I'm gonna
seek professional help.

And I would encourage
each and every one of you

who feels you need
it to seek help also.

There ain't no shame
in helping yourself.

So, I'll check
back in with y'all.

My name is Malik Wright...

and I have a mental
health issue.

One love.

Good job.

All this time, I've been
waiting for you to apologize.

- Mom.
- I'm sorry.

Oh, Mom, I wanted
to tell you so bad.

I should have known

when our communication
broke down.

Baby, it'll never happen again.

Well, I just had a
regular old breakdown.

It might happen again.

- I'm sorry too, Mom.
- About what?

I never should have dropped
that tweet on you, I'm sorry.

I bought that tweet from
Jameela to protect you.

And I'm sorry, I just
got mad and I just...

None of that matters.

The only thing
that matters, baby,

is you getting better. Okay?

I love you, baby.

- Dawg, you leaving?
- Yeah, I'm out, bro.

And I'm taking most of
your baggage with me.

I love you, dawg.

I love you too, Caleb.

I'm not going anywhere.

♪

Happy Thursday, y'all.
Emmanuel Acho here.

And like the rest of the
world, I'm holding my breath

to see if the rumors are true.

Will the Vegas Fightin'
Fury have the foot-balls

to actually boycott tonight's
inaugural game of the season?

But here's the real question.

Is this guy gonna do the right,

or in this case, the
Malik Wright thing?

Now, I get it. He stepped
up in a major way,

made a bold post
on social media,

raising awareness
for mental health.

I give him love for that.

But that ain't got nothing to do

with the 1.2 billion dollars
players, advertisers,

and ownership stand to lose if
this game doesn't get played.

Yo, Malik, is that true, man?

It's a big money game, fellas.

Be ready for anything
and everything.

The league is on notice,

the world on the
edge of they seat.

To strike or not to strike?

That's the
billion-dollar question.

The answer, we gonna
find our later tonight.

It's the "Acho Solo Show."

I have experience in both
hospitality and entertainment.

I actually owned a
company where we serviced

high-profile clients
like athletes.

That's what concerns me.

I think you're
overqualified for this job.

Oh.

Well, ask my old boss,
I'm sure she'll disagree.

Look, you understand this
is a hostess position?

It's just part-time.

I really need this.

And if you hire me, I
promise I won't let you down.

Yo, kid, got a minute?

Maybe more if we go on strike.

Well, I'll take this,

and trade you that.

Dawg, number 13!

Kenny Washington!

Bro, since you've moved
in, you've opened my eyes

to the significance
of Kenny Washington.

And frankly, you've opened
my eyes to a lot of stuff.

So, thank you.

I... I don't even
know what to say, bro.

Seriously, Malik, thank you.

Just play hard, and
you make him proud.

All right, I... I will.

Hey, then we're really
gonna play, right?

Well, I got one last
meeting with the Colonel.

We'll see if he offers up
something that we can live with.

Look, I know healthcare
is important,

but I owe the Colonel.

When I had nothing,
he gave me a shot,

and not to mention, I've
been working my whole life

- for this moment.
- Yeah, I feel you.

Okay, so what happens
if we walk tonight

and the other teams
don't walk on Sunday?

True bravery is not knowing
if others will follow,

but having the courage
to do it first.

Learned that from 13, baby.

Blame yourself.

You understand how
important it is.

Always, Colonel.

Garrett. So you understand,

once we kick off, my
offer is rescinded.

I will not negotiate in season.

Surely, there are nicer ways
for a Southern gentleman

to say hello, Colonel.

I apologize for my abruptness.

I'm a tad on edge.

On top of everything else,

it seems Beyoncé is
under the weather.

I got no one to sing
my national anthem.

Hey, Colonel.

How badly do you want me
to sign that contract?

- I want every candle lit.
- Every candle lit.

Bring the lights down and we
can get it just the right tone.

Hey, hey, hey.

What's up with the
wrinkled uniform?

You got an iron deficiency?
Go home and change.

- Go home and change!
- Okay, you know what?

- Stop that.
- Stop th... okay.

- Do you.
- I am sorry, Tasha.

As you should be.

Wait, what the hell kinda
stunt are you pulling?

You two know each other?

She was gonna run this
place before I fired her,

but, I got it.

Okay.

Go. That is your cue.

- Leave, bye.
- Oh, right, okay.

- That's a goodbye.
- Thank you.

Tasha, I know you're
mad and you want to...

And you need to get a
job as a mind reader,

'cause you're not working here.

Just, okay. Please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for everything,
I'm sorry for lying.

I'm sorry for going
behind your back.

I'm sorry for not
telling the Colonel.

Oh, well, you know
what? All of that,

it's not sorry enough, Brittany.

Okay, I'm so sorry
that I left Vegas

and went to Boca to
visit my grandmother.

Just seeing how pleased she
was, the way she lived her life.

Honestly, I seen a
lot of you in her.

- Your grandmother?
- No, not...

Just, I realized I wanna
live my life the same way.

Okay, I am really sorry
about your grandmother,

but you're gonna have
to work all of that out

somewhere else, sweetheart.

N-No, just wait... Tasha.

You gave me a chance
to come clean,

when really I needed to
be coming clean to myself.

But that starts today.

No more easy money schemes,

no more big baller
moves, no more lies.

I'm just gonna build
something real,

here and now in Vegas.

And it starts with trying
to regain your trust.

And you really expect me
to believe your lying ass

and give you a second chance?

No. Honestly, no.

But, I'm gonna ask anyway.

Because if you do, I'll be
the best part-time hostess

and full-time fake
niece you ever had.

'Cause right now, you
suck at both, okay?

I deserve that.

But none of this
would have been here

without your lying ass.

So, you can work here

only for the home
games, and that's it.

Now, go on, girl, it's
a damn line over there

- at the hostess station.
- Oh, right, right.

Oh, oh, Tasha. This
was sent to me.

They still think I'm your
assistant, apparently.

But your issue
drops on the first.

- I had this mounted for you.

Hot damn! I done
beat Oprah's ass.

Oprah's ass!

- Go to work.
- Okay.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you, uh-huh.

Oh my God, I done beat Oprah.

Look, I done beat Oprah's ass.

I'm a mogul!

I'm a mogul.

Quite frankly,
Malik, I am shocked

that you didn't accept my offer.

I thought you'd
sign that contract

with your own blood.

Colonel, I'm trying to
think like an owner.

But try as I might, I'm
struggling with your stance.

Money, fairness, survival.

You cannot survive
without the players.

You protect your players,
you protect your money.

And it is the right
thing for you to do.

All good points, but
where does it end?

We make our money because
of how we do business.

And as for doing right,
we have better healthcare

than every major
corporation in the world.

Yeah, and none of
those employees

have to get their brains
bashed in for a living.

Yo, Mr. Jiggles.
You got a visitor.

I'll tell you what. You
get those boys to play,

and I will get you
your healthcare.

Four years of service,
current players only.

Three years, retroactive.

Which brings me back
to my initial point.

Where does it end?

The answer is right here.

This is where I draw my line.

Yeah, and players
like Geno Jenkins

end up on the wrong
side of that line.

Brittany, um...

- Uh...
- Surprised?

Yeah.

Yeah, very.

Yeah, me too.

Look, when I left, I
forgot about Vegas.

I forgot about the club.

But the one thing I couldn't
stop thinking about is you.

I have that effect on women
after I take 'em skating.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- That's what it was, mm-hmm.
- Yeah, that's what it...

There are 1,800
players in this league,

which means tens of
thousands of players

will be on the right
side of that line.

You can change the
life of every player

who straps on a helmet again.

- Hmm.
- You gave up your shot

at ownership, son.

Don't miss your
chance to be a hero.

Look, Brittany, if you're here,

I need to know that
you're here to stay.

I'm done running.

And I'm willing to give this
a real shot, if you are.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll give you that.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Well, good luck tonight.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, I'll be cheering you on

from Club End Zone, so...

Yeah, that's if
we actually play.

Oh, don't worry about that.

I mean, either way, you're
gonna score tonight, so...

- So, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- All right.

- Okay.
- Great.

Looks like your
table will be ready

in, like, 10 minutes.

Thank you.

♪

- 828, Raq.
- 828, baby girl.

So? You good?

Yeah.

Yes. And thank you for always,

you know, keeping it real
with me when I need it.

We're always gonna keep it
real with each other forever.

- Come on, now.
- Forever, ever?

Forever, ever?

- So, do I still have a bed?
- You got rent?

Uh, I'm working on it.

Okay.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- Welcome to Club End Zone.
- Um, reservation for one

under Morris.

See? I'm working on it.

Okay.

Um... here you are.

- You can follow me.
- Thank you.

That dress is really cute.

You're a little, like,
overdressed though, right?

- Keep watching.
- Okay.

That's my best friend.

- She's gorgeous.
- Yeah.

You look familiar.
Have I seen you before?

Well, I recognize
you from Hard Blocks.

- Oh.
- You're Brittany Pitts, right?

Live and in person.

It's nice to meet you, Brittany.

I'm Allison Morris,
Jamison's ex.

I didn't know you were in town.

- Well, I wasn't, I actually just flew in from Europe.
- Oh.

I wouldn't miss Jamison's
first game for the world.

- Yeah, neither would I.
- Nice.

Actually, I'm back in
Vegas for a while now,

so hopefully I'll get to
see a lot more of you.

- Enjoy the game.
- Thank you.

- Nice to meet you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Miss Mack.
- Hey!

I must say, when
you make a promise,

you certainly know
how to keep it.

- This is spectacular.
- Ha-ha!

Well, tell me something
that I don't know, huh?

I believe I will.

I'm looking at an empty tunnel

that should have
had players in it

as of three minutes ago.

You need to talk to Malik

and get him to do
the right thing.

No, what I need to do is
stay right here, okay?

I am proud of my son.

And I wanna be very clear.

Whatever Malik chooses to
do, I'm gonna support him.

All right, listen up!

Listen up!

I don't have much to say.

Just that I'm proud of you.

Best part of camp, hands down,

is watching you guys
come together as a team.

No matter what
happens from here,

no matter what... no one...

no one can take that from us.

This is not a request, Tasha.

I won't have my opening night

go down like a stock
on Black Monday.

If those boys strike, I
will pay for my losses

by selling off the
Tasha Mack Agency

- brick by brick.

You don't have controlling
interest in my agency.

And I don't take kindly
to threats, Colonel.

Oh...

I don't make threats, Miss Mack.

I just hedge my bets.

Okay, well, you need to trim
your hedges somewhere else.

Give a clap if you got my back.

I said give a clap
if you got my back.

Yeah, right!

- Sound us off.
- All right, fellas.

"One heartbeat" on three.

- One, two, three!
- One heartbeat!

All right, guys, fellas.

Calm down, team, calm down.

Okay, listen up.

I may not own your agency,

but two weeks ago
I bought the bank

where you took out that
massive expansion loan.

That plus the 35% collateral

means that if I
call your note due,

everything you have is mine.

You wouldn't.

Book it.

That is, unless Malik decides
to do the right thing.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please rise and join
us in the singing

of our national anthem.

Here to perform tonight
is a rising star.

Please welcome Miss
Raquel Navarro.

Now, I laid out the
Colonel's offer for you,

and I told you what I'd do.

But now, it's time for
us to decide as a team.

One heartbeat.

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment you've
all been waiting for.

Taking the Viacom CBS Field
for the very first time,

your Las Vegas Fightin' Fury!

I don't know what they're doing.

Loan's due in 48 hours.

Cash transfers only.

♪