The Game (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript
That's three straight losing
seasons, man, it sucks.
Hey, you're a bona fide loser,
how do you deal with it?
Ah, well, I'd start
by not calling
the only friend I
have left a loser.
- Nah, it won't work.
Seriously, J.,
you gave that team
everything you have,
brother... just quit.
- Hey.
- Yes, take your wife
on a long, cheap-ass vacation
around the world, brah.
Kelly's stuck in
Boca for a while,
- her mom's not doing too well.
- Look at the money
- you just saved.
- There is no "quit" in Pitts,
Malik, you know this.
I don't even like
saying the Q word.
I just need this damn
contract extension
to come through, 'cause
I could use a win.
Oh, hell, I second
that emotion, brother.
Shit ain't all flowers
for me, either.
I'm feeling pressure
like never before.
And it's showing
up in weird ways.
- Yeah, like how?
- Yeah, like how, Malik?
- Malik?
- Uh, for one,
Mom's and me fighting
like cats and dogs.
She does have the face of
a pit bull, so I get it.
She just doesn't listen to me,
and she only does
what I ask her to
if it makes her
bank account bigger.
You need a mom and not an agent.
You should...
you should fire her, man.
Right now, put
your hands together
for J.J. Jingles.
Uh, God, look, trade
places with me. Come on.
- Wait... why?
- I see this dude
every day at home, and I don't
wanna see him right here.
- Sit.
- Mr. Pitts?
- Mr. Jiggles?
Oh, you didn't know.
Your daughter's
dating a stripper.
Simone! Hey, girl, hey.
Listen, I just came by to record
your apology for posterity.
And... go.
Unlike your client,
Keith Kincaid,
there will be no apology.
I figured you would say that,
so I bought a little keepsake.
Omar!
Ah. Miss Simone Garner, you
have officially been served.
So, you can either
apologize now,
or you can wait until
I squeeze every dime
out of Oakmont and
your smug, skinny ass.
Well, thank you for noticing.
It's Pilates. It's
the gift of God.
You know, Tasha,
maybe I was too hasty.
Perhaps I do owe you an apology.
I am sorry
that your beautifully
talented daughter
has a mother who cares
more about her jet
than about her little
girl's success.
I am so gonna enjoy
bringing your ass down.
Well, please enjoy it from afar,
because as of today, neither
you nor your daughter
are welcome at Oakmont.
Now, if there's
nothing further...
Oh, oh, there is further,
because, you see, this
office, that plant,
and your privileged white ass
will be mine. You
won't let Kai play,
I'm gonna buy this school,
and I'm gonna let her
play my damn self.
They're behind me, aren't they?
They sure are.
Don't worry. I know my way.
- By the way...
- What?
That 1.9 million you
raised for my school?
That check cleared this morning.
Pow, pow, pow.
Take 'em!
Come on, break it up! Come on!
A penalty like that
could cost me a game
that I can't afford to
lose, do you understand me?
Just do your job!
Hey, yo, you still hurt, G?
Uh, enough.
I do enjoy the view.
- Ready?
- We got a man down, man down.
We need a doctor over here, now.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Listen, I need you to pick up
my dry cleaning, make an
appointment with Porsha,
- and hire a hitman.
- I think I should maybe
- use cash for that.
- Mm.
So, wait,
are you really gonna buy Oakmont
just so you can fire Simone?
Owning a sports academy
will ensure that
I have future clients,
and it'll also ensure that
that bitch will
choke on my name.
And see, this way,
I don't even have to
worry about Kai knowing
- that she was expelled.
- Well, family first, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, speaking of that,
I just found out that
Daddy's being inducted
- into the Hall of Fame.
- Ooh.
There goes the neighborhood.
So they're surprising
all the inductees,
and since Dad is in Vegas,
they're gonna do his here.
He thinks he's doing
a Groupon commercial.
- Mom planned the whole thing.
- Oh, so then that means
that you need to make sure that
the surprise goes smoothly.
Yeah, for sure, I don't want...
But, um, I don't
know, I just feel like
such a failure in his eyes.
And if I mess this up,
he will never forgive me.
Now, I know your pops
is a high-yellow,
bald-headed douchebag, but...
he happened to raise a
pretty cool daughter,
and if he can't see that,
then he is the fool, not you.
- Thanks, Aunt Tasha.
- Mm-hmm.
Yo, Moose, how bad is it?
Which part? The sprained knee
or the fact I just got cut?
Cut? See, this that bullshit.
This is why we need to strike.
You should lodge a
complaint with the union.
The union's a joke.
We need to look
out for ourselves.
Oh, yeah, like you're
doing, Gary? By not playing?
Hey, I'm negotiating, Malik.
Don't count my cash,
I won't count yours.
Guys, a complaint comes
from our player rep,
and we haven't had one
since Dante got cut.
Rook's right. We
need a new rep now.
Especially with the vote on
lifetime health care coming up?
I nominate Malik.
Well, as much as it pains
me, Malik is the QB.
And he does have
the Colonel's ear.
Focus, Lik. The
prize, ownership.
Shut the door on that shit.
Much respect, fellas...
but I'm-a have to pass.
Mr. Fields.
I got something for ya.
This can't be good if
you're here in person.
Stop talking. Start opening.
- This my first football check?
- Mm-hmm.
You only get it once, so
I wanted to see your face
when you opened it.
Thank you, Miss
Tasha. For everything.
It's what I do.
All right, now don't go crazy,
but get you something nice.
You know, maybe something
with four wheels
instead of two.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Enjoy.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Thought we was headed
home, we got a mani-pedi
- in what, like, 20?
- Dawg, I gotta hit
- another bank, brah.
- Another one?
You done hit three already, why
you stacking all this paper?
Brah, you heard him...
A strike is coming,
and my paper is
safer... with me.
Hey! Malik "Turf Toe" Wright!
Geno "Jet Legs" Jenkins!
What's going on?
- Man, you look good.
- You too, dawg.
What's it been, like,
what, ten years?
- Something like it.
- Yeah.
Man, what you doing in Vegas?
Oh, man, just
traveling the country,
doing a little dancing,
spending a little time
in every state,
seeing God's creation.
This dude, one of God's
creations went way wrong.
So, where you
staying at, brother?
Oh, man, I crashed at
the mission yesterday.
Eh, but I'll probably catch
the Y tonight, though.
Look, why don't you
come by the crib, bro?
Like, let's grab a bite to eat,
let's catch up on the
old times. Come on, man.
I can't impose on you like that.
Look, man, it's
golden hour. Hey.
- Best tips of the day.
- Nah, dawg, come on, man.
Do me this honor, okay?
I guess my dancing shoes
can afford a little break.
Man, let me get my
stuff. All right?
Malik, what in the name
of stupid is you doing?
He's my ex-teammate, dawg.
Okay? I gotta make sure he good.
Then give him some of
that cash you carry around
and cut him loose...
Brah, swear to God,
ain't no way this
gonna end well.
Hey!
Geno "Jet Legs" in Vegas, baby.
- Let's do this, baby.
- Shit, man!
- And let the party begin!
- Whoo!
- Uh, hi.
- Your dad's not here?
No, he's not, but
he's on his way.
I will make this quick, then.
So I got my first check today.
- Mm-hm.
- And...
- I also got you these.
- Oh, Jamison, thank you.
Um...
what are these for?
Okay, so my favorite
spot growing up was
- the Starlight Rink.
- Mm-hmm.
Thought maybe you might
wanna go skating with me.
- Stop!
- Oh!
Oh, my God. What's
with the wheels?
Jamison just asked me out.
Oh...
Now we have an audience.
Well, congrats, mate.
You finally grew a pair.
I love disco night,
Gar, we need to go skating...
Oh, absolutely, why not?
I'll try anything once.
- You haven't answered.
- Yes, I will go.
- Yeah, it's a double-date.
- Brittany?
I guess, if everyone
is going, then okay.
I'm kidding, I would love to
go skating with you, Jamison.
Great.
Whoo, ooh, Lord.
Boy, this feel like Heaven.
How you gonna just let
this dude take my seat?
Man, I ain't had
a steak this good
- since I was in the league.
- Mm-hmm.
I bought it with my
African American Express.
Your black card. I get it.
Man, I look Shannon "Sharp."
Nah, dawg, you
look Malik "Right."
Hell, man, you know I always
wanted to walk the country
from sea to shining sea.
Hell, I figured dancing
would be more fun.
What sane human
would think that?
Ah, Geno, dawg, you know...
you was always my
ma's favorite player.
Every time she saw you
on the field, she said,
"That 'Jet Legs' sure
is easy on the eyes."
Hey, your mama got
good taste, boy.
Real talk, though, I
probably wouldn't be dancing
for my dinner if Tasha
Mack was my agent.
But, hell, you'd have so many
stab wounds in your back,
you'd probably bleed
out by dessert.
Seriously, bro, what happened?
Why you quit balling?
I mean, after I got traded
and busted my knee all up,
insurance ran out,
bills piled up, wifey
left, took the kids,
I decided to jet.
- Took the show on the road.
- Here you go, man.
Dude, you wanna help this man?
Call his family, now.
Ooh, man, what you think?
Ooh, boy, crispy.
I love it, dawg.
Not you, Turf Toe,
I'm talking to Prince.
- Who?
- His royal badness?
- The purple one.
- Hmm.
Yeah, man, we met down in Reno.
He taught me how to
dance and earn a living.
Hey, Prince. This here is
Malik L. DeBarge Wright.
- What's so funny?
- Prince laughing at you
'cause you named
after them DeBarges.
Well, he changed his name to
a symbol, so he can't talk.
Geno, you really
think you see Prince?
Absolutely.
Well, he's standing right here.
Can't you see him?
Yeah.
- Yeah, I see him.
- Dude, come on.
Hey, Geno, now that we got
you all freshened up, brah,
let me help you get
back on your feet.
How about a job with the Fury?
- You'd really do that for me?
- Mm-hmm.
Brothers gotta look out
for each other, right?
Right.
Well, I'm gonna go take
me another one of them
hot showers, brah.
A'ight, get it, dawg, get it.
Hey, Malik.
Thanks, man. I
really needed this.
Turf Toe.
Yo.
Bro, he needs serious help.
He ain't like you,
he's stone cold crazy.
Don't you ever use
that word again.
Not on me, and not on
anybody, do you hear me?
Or what? You gonna kill me?
Cut this cat loose.
Before it all go bad.
How? I ain't giving up on
Geno. He ain't give up on me.
I got this.
All right, so...
- you and Mom.
- Mm-hmm?
- On speaking terms again?
- Oh, yeah, we're good.
I think the move
to Vegas helped us.
It definitely
helped your cooking.
This is actually good.
I didn't know you
could burn like that.
Yeah, well, there's
probably a lot of things
- you don't know about me, Dad.
- Like what the hell
- you see in J.J. Jiggles?
- Why? 'Cause he's a stripper?
What? No. I actually did
a little stripping in college,
I never told you that?
- No.
- Oh, yeah...
Mostly sorority parties, a
couple bachelorette gigs.
I used to do this
thing with a coconut.
Oh, my God, Dad, TMI.
Look, it's not because
he's a stripper.
It's not because he's an ex-con.
It's because he's a
football player, Brit.
It's not the life
that I want for you.
Okay.
But, Dad, you know,
you've gotta relax.
It's not like we're eloping.
- We're just friends.
- You do not believe that
like I don't believe this
meal was free. Please.
Whenever your mom cooks for me,
it costs me at least 10 Gs.
- That obvious?
- Yes, you are.
Okay, okay, so you are
gonna get that contract,
and I am gonna make you proud
because I'm working on
something really special
- that was inspired by you.
- Is that right?
Mm-hmm. Do you remember
that playoff game
when I was, like,
eight years old?
You threw the ball to me in
the end zone when you scored?
Course I do. Touchdown funded
- my sixth retirement account.
- From that,
I've created... this.
Club End Zone.
The ultimate fusion of
sports and entertainment.
Look, this cannot
be the first time
that Simone let that
white robe show.
What other secrets she
got hiding in that closet?
- If I knew, you'd know.
- Mmm.
But to put it tactfully,
she obviously likes
cultural awareness.
Okay, well, to put
it "Mack-fully,"
that bitch got to go, okay?
- Agreed, agreed.
- Oh...
But the new ownership group
already offered
her an extension.
If they win the bid, she stays.
Well, I need you and the board
to make sure that
I win that bid.
And serving that
lawsuit was genius.
- Hey!
- In fact, two board members
have already pulled
support from Simone.
- Boom.
- But...
Monique, we just crossed
over to friend mode, honey.
- You can't hit me with a "but."
- But this deal is days
from closing, Tasha. So,
if you're gonna move,
- you gotta move fast.
- All right.
I'll handle the speed.
You just make sure
that I get a meeting
with each and every one
- of those board members.
- I can do that.
I sold the Colonel on this, Dad.
What? You?
It's just missing
one small thing.
I kind of sold it
with Tasha attached,
and I sorta didn't tell Tasha.
That is brilliant.
Can't wait to see
her head explode.
Dad, that's really not helping.
Okay, listen, just tell her.
Ghetto-zilla may surprise you.
Or you could surprise me, right?
Like, we could be partners.
It's only a license fee
of $1.6 million up-front.
You want me to give
you $1.6 million.
- Up-front.
- Okay, um,
have you lost your fucking mind?
But there's ad rights,
membership fees,
concession sales, total
profit $4.2 million per year,
not including playoffs.
That's my agent.
Good pitch, not
interested, sell Tasha.
Mr. Smith, hey, wanna
hear something funny?
My daughter just asked
me for $1.6 million.
- ♪ Three on the dash...
You okay?
You-you seemed kind
of nervous today.
Uh...
Maybe just a little, yeah.
- It's been a while.
- Mm, well,
nerves or not, I'm
glad you asked.
I'm gonna get us
something to drink.
Garret?
Let me talk to you.
Let me talk to you.
- Whoa, dawg.
- You all right?
So, how's it going?
He's like a teenage
boy on his first date
- stumbling over his words.
- Bro, I'm like...
a teenage boy on a first date,
searching for the right words.
- You haven't shagged yet?
- What? No.
- We barely even kissed.
- And you haven't shagged anyone
since prison. Or been shagged.
Really, Garret, really?
I'm having the worst date
in my life, and that's
how you're gonna help me?
It's just sad,
you're taking this
no-nut November thing to
an entirely new level.
Well, the last person I shagged,
I lost three years of my life.
Next time, whatever
follows gonna be worth it.
What're you two gossiping about?
Jamison was just saying how much
he wants to have
sex with Brittany.
- Oh.
- He's lying, I didn't say...
- I didn't say that.
- You don't wanna have sex
with my best friend?
She's scrumptious.
Of course I do.
But I don't. But...
- He's confused.
- Oh, my God.
This is so awkward. Your
cue, Jamison, come on.
I'm sorry, I'm just a
little rusty at this.
It's okay. Let's
just go skate.
Okay. Just...
- You wanna buy a school?
- Mm-hmm.
What's next? A small country?
Why? Is one available?
'Cause I will buy that, too.
That way I could just
banish Simone's ass forever.
Come on, now, Oakmont cannot be
that much more than
my avocado farm.
Much more? It
goes avocado farm,
jet, jumbo jet, Oakmont.
The real issue is your
five-year expansion plan.
The money you borrowed to build
the New York and Miami offices
have already been allocated.
Now, maybe in a few
months, we can re...
I don't have a few
months. I need this now.
- Then sell the jet.
- Ooh... get behind me, Satan.
Now, look...
if you want Oakmont that bad,
then find a partner
with deep pockets
who can float you
for six months.
See, now you're talking, girl...
Okay, Tasha Mack can do that.
Well, lookie here.
If it ain't the jailbird
and the ho, though.
- Oh, hell.
- No wonder Fury sucks, man.
Man, fuck you, asshole.
- All right.
- Yeah, all right.
♪
Watch out... watch out,
watch out, watch out.
Hey, Jamison, are you
okay? Are you all right?
J, are you all right?
- Jamison?
- You all right?
Yeah.
- Are you okay?
- I'm... I'm good, I'm good.
I think that's our cue to go.
Breakfast is served.
Garret, what did you do?
What did you post a
video of me singing?
I thought I'd show
off my new lady.
Whoa.
So, now everyone's gonna see me
as a superstar
player's jump-off?
Well, what's wrong?
Your voice is amazing.
Everyone should hear it.
What, I'm supposed
to feel grateful?
Look at what they're
saying about me.
"Smash that, dawg."
"She ain't even pretty."
"She only wants
you for your cash."
- "She can't even sing."
- Okay, I won't do it again.
Why, embarrassing me
once wasn't enough?
Sorry, are we fighting here?
Because you're acting crazy.
- Crazy?
- Yeah.
- I think you should go.
- What about breakfast?
I'll box it up for you.
Whatever you do, don't
come clean about the ankle.
It's the quickest
way to get cut.
Fields.
- Yes, Coach?
- How'd you hurt the ankle?
Just doing some
extra cardio, Coach.
Is this cardio I'd approve of?
No, Coach, it was not.
You do remember what
I said about drama.
All right, get taped up,
start fresh tomorrow.
Yes, sir, Coach.
- All right.
Just stick to the
plan, and you in, okay?
This is just a formality.
Hey, I always follow my QB, huh?
My man, let's do this.
- Hey, hey.
Roger Nelson, this is
Geno "Jet Legs" Jenkins.
Geno, this is Roger Nelson.
Geno, I'm a huge
fan. I still remember
that 108-yard kickoff
return against Chicago.
Nah, man, he ain't Rogers.
- No, no, Geno,
this is Roger Nelson,
the head scout.
He's gonna teach you the ropes
and bring you into his team.
He ain't... He ain't Rogers.
I mean, he ain't... he
ain't Rogers, right?
Uh, Roger, give us one minute.
One second, brother.
Brother, please don't blow this.
Listen, he's going out
on a limb for you...
He ain't... no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers!
Been a minute, Smoke.
How you living?
Man, can't kill not
one of us, dawg.
- You know the drill.
- Yes, I do.
Hey, you got me, right?
I saw you on Hard Blocks.
That's why you need this?
It's a tough game, man.
I watch you all through
three years of hell, J.
You'll be fine.
I put some candy inside,
in case you need a little
something extra for the pain.
Appreciate it. This
stays between us, right?
One hundred.
Just don't forget a
nigga when I need you.
I don't think I
could if I tried.
All right.
- Appreciate you.
- Yep.
I'm a thousand percent certain
I like you better
with your clothes on.
Especially around my daughter.
Mr. Pitts.
I want to apologize
for the other night.
For the kiss or the jiggling?
Both.
If that helps.
And for the record,
sir, I, um...
I think the world of Brittany.
You know, my dad gave
me a box of these
the day Brittany was born.
I had a game that night, and...
it was the only time I
ever stepped on the field
and felt afraid.
I was terrified of what would
happen to my little girl
if something happened to me.
I don't think you have to worry.
She's not a little girl anymore.
If I ask you to walk
away and leave her alone,
would you do it?
No, sir, I don't
believe I would.
But I can assure you
I will do everything
I can not to hurt her.
I'm gonna hold
you to that, J.J.
Mr. Gilbert, been
waiting to hear from you.
Set meetings with these
Oakmont board members.
- Okay, when do you need it by?
- Yesterday.
Okay, got it.
Uh, Daddy, the directors
are ready for you.
Sabers making me a lame
duck, I'm not getting
my contract extension,
so I'm not doing
this stupid commercial.
My mom is gonna kill
me. Aunt Tasha...
Look, stay here, get
the cameras ready.
I got this.
Well, well, well,
if it isn't pity-party Pitts.
Not now, Witchy-Poo, I
need a sec, all right?
Okay, take all
the time you need.
But you know, while you're
sitting up here boo-hooing...
Hall of Fame is down there
waiting to surprise you.
What the hell are
you talking about?
Drop the confetti.
Your coupon-cutting
ass finally made it.
Tasha, I swear to God, if you're
fucking with me right now...
- Really?
- Yes.
Not exactly how I imagined
this moment, but hey.
Well, I mean, you know,
that's the funny thing
about life, it never really
goes as planned, you know?
I mean, Kelly couldn't be here,
so she organized
this whole thing.
- Just for you.
- That's a fake commercial.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- Kelly's idea.
I mean, who the hell
else was gonna do it?
What, the Hall of Fame fairies?
I'm telling you, she planned it.
And that young girl down there,
who thinks that she's
a failure in your eyes,
she pulled it off.
So, maybe it's time
you acknowledged
that you wouldn't be here
without the both of them.
Mm-hmm, so I'm supposed
to take family advice
from a woman who lives on a
jet and won't speak to her son?
No.
Take it from someone
who's messed up
enough relationships to
know what's important.
So, I made it to
the Hall of Fame?
Yeah. Ya did.
I gotta say, it
felt good as hell
ruining your surprise, too.
Hey, mission accomplished.
Thank you, Tito Jackson.
Oh, and you are quite
welcome, Mr. Potato Head.
- Nice.
- Yes.
Oh, and, uh... for
the record, Jason,
if I were your agent,
you would've gotten
that extension.
I was on my way to see you.
And I'm here to apologize.
I'm sorry.
I may have overreacted
a little bit.
Look, I...
really like you, Raquel, but
I should never have assumed
that you'd be as open
with your life as I am.
And I don't wanna be swallowed
by your fame, you know?
I wanna establish me
and my career on my own.
Why you smiling?
You said you don't care
about money or fame,
and... I sincerely
believe you mean it.
Because I do.
I really don't care if you're
the highest-paid player
or if nobody knows your name.
You wake up every single day
and do exactly what you love.
The day I get to
do that, soy libre.
That's Spanish for milk.
Oh, Raquel Navarro,
I don't think
I've ever met anyone
quite like you.
- Because you haven't.
- Okay, you win this time.
But fame is something
you'll need to deal with,
- as my girlfriend.
- You wanna make this exclusive.
Listen... for me, it already is.
Jason Pitts here.
Five-time all-pro,
two-time champion,
and head coach of
the San Diego Sabers.
My family calls me the most
money-conscious man in America.
And that's okay, 'cause if
there's one thing I love,
it's a good deal.
If you love saving
as much as me,
download Groupon
and save, save, save.
-And cut.
How'd I do?
Whoo, it was money,
baby. You nailed it.
It stunk. Stick to coaching.
Nice to see you two are
still on the same page.
Mm, we ain't even in
the same damn book.
Uh, hey, uh...
Daddy, uh, Groupon
added some new lines.
Look, I'm no diva,
but it was money
and I nailed it, and
I'm not doing it again.
Okay, well, just...
Just can you pretend
I'm the camera, and
just do it for me?
Okay.
Hi, Jason Pitts here,
five-time all-pro,
two-time champion,
and the newest member
of the Hall of...
Fuck me! Hall of Fame?!
- It's your time, Jason.
Welcome to the Hall of Fame.
- Tommy.
- You earned it.
- Thanks, man.
Oh, my gosh. You
knew all along.
Congratulations, Daddy!
- Ahh, man.
- Congratulations, brother.
Oh.
So... So, wait, this isn't
an actual commercial?
I'm not getting paid?
- I'm just messing with you.
Hey, um, you know, since we have
the cameras and everything, I
have an announcement to make.
Brit-Brat.
: Yeah.
Um...
no one gets here alone.
You know, this would
never be possible
without the two most
important people in my life.
I'm talking about my
wife, Kelly, who I adore,
but she couldn't be here today.
And my daughter, Brittany.
The... one true
success in my life.
You're going to the
end zone, Brit-Brat,
and I'm gonna support you
every step of the way.
- I love you, baby girl.
- I love you, too.
Wish your grandpa
was here to see this.
Hey, Dad...
I made it, man.
I'm in the Hall of Fame.
Does this mean what
I think it does?
- Are you gonna fund the club?
- Partially.
And the interest,
it will be steep.
But, hey...
you need to tell Tasha the
truth about the club, all right?
- Yeah.
- You owe that to her
and to yourself.
- I will.
- All right.
Thank you, Dad.
- Hall of Fame, Brit-Brat.
- Hall of Fame...
- Heyo.
- Heyo.
Oh, oh!
Ha-ha-ha!
Well, damn.
That was fast.
Told you not to waste your time.
You can't save the world.
I don't wanna save the
fucking world, Caleb.
I just wanna save one person.
Damn it, man, he had everything.
Money, family,
best damn football
moves in the league.
Look at him now.
Family abandoned him.
League kicked him to the curb.
Now he's out here talking
to a dead dude in Vegas.
Screaming for help, but
ain't nobody to listen.
I'm listening, Lik.
And I hear you,
but you ain't Geno.
Okay, but what's
Prince's real name?
Prince Rogers Nelson, why?
He's not Rogers.
That's why Geno flipped
out, 'cause he's not Rogers.
No, he flipped out 'cause
he need a damn straitjacket.
Okay, but what if Geno
really is my future?
It's a thin line between
reality and what's real.
- What you saying?
- I'm saying,
if Geno can slip
through the cracks...
then so can I, and
there's only one way
that I can stop
that from happening.
Don't even think
it. If you do this,
you're killing our dreams.
Look at him, tell
me what you see.
CALEB: A damn fool,
dancing alone.
See, dawg, that's just
it. He's not alone.
We just think he is.
Caleb, this is my destiny.
I can avoid a strike
and get the players
better health care.
I'll be a hero to the owners
and a legend to the union.
Hell, one day I might
even be commissioner.
Caleb, say hello to
your new players rep.
All right, come on, damn it.
Let's go.
Hey, J., I got your text,
I came as fast as...
What are you doing?
Jamison, are those steroids?
No, it's cortisone.
I need it for the pain.
I guess being the son
of a heroin junkie
is harder than I thought.
Will you help me?
Is... Isn't that what
trainers are for?
If I tell the
doctors I'm injured,
they won't let me play.
If I don't play, I'll
get cut, just like Moose.
Jamison, I-I can't.
My dad was on this stuff,
and it hid the pain so well
that he played on a torn ACL
and almost killed his career.
Yeah, but it didn't,
and now he's headed
to the Hall of Fame.
If I don't do this,
- I won't have a career at all.
- Jamison, this isn't you.
Brittany, I am nothing
without football.
Will you help me, please?
Just once.
Then you have to promise me.
Just once.
I swear.
Put your foot up here.
One, two...
♪
♪
seasons, man, it sucks.
Hey, you're a bona fide loser,
how do you deal with it?
Ah, well, I'd start
by not calling
the only friend I
have left a loser.
- Nah, it won't work.
Seriously, J.,
you gave that team
everything you have,
brother... just quit.
- Hey.
- Yes, take your wife
on a long, cheap-ass vacation
around the world, brah.
Kelly's stuck in
Boca for a while,
- her mom's not doing too well.
- Look at the money
- you just saved.
- There is no "quit" in Pitts,
Malik, you know this.
I don't even like
saying the Q word.
I just need this damn
contract extension
to come through, 'cause
I could use a win.
Oh, hell, I second
that emotion, brother.
Shit ain't all flowers
for me, either.
I'm feeling pressure
like never before.
And it's showing
up in weird ways.
- Yeah, like how?
- Yeah, like how, Malik?
- Malik?
- Uh, for one,
Mom's and me fighting
like cats and dogs.
She does have the face of
a pit bull, so I get it.
She just doesn't listen to me,
and she only does
what I ask her to
if it makes her
bank account bigger.
You need a mom and not an agent.
You should...
you should fire her, man.
Right now, put
your hands together
for J.J. Jingles.
Uh, God, look, trade
places with me. Come on.
- Wait... why?
- I see this dude
every day at home, and I don't
wanna see him right here.
- Sit.
- Mr. Pitts?
- Mr. Jiggles?
Oh, you didn't know.
Your daughter's
dating a stripper.
Simone! Hey, girl, hey.
Listen, I just came by to record
your apology for posterity.
And... go.
Unlike your client,
Keith Kincaid,
there will be no apology.
I figured you would say that,
so I bought a little keepsake.
Omar!
Ah. Miss Simone Garner, you
have officially been served.
So, you can either
apologize now,
or you can wait until
I squeeze every dime
out of Oakmont and
your smug, skinny ass.
Well, thank you for noticing.
It's Pilates. It's
the gift of God.
You know, Tasha,
maybe I was too hasty.
Perhaps I do owe you an apology.
I am sorry
that your beautifully
talented daughter
has a mother who cares
more about her jet
than about her little
girl's success.
I am so gonna enjoy
bringing your ass down.
Well, please enjoy it from afar,
because as of today, neither
you nor your daughter
are welcome at Oakmont.
Now, if there's
nothing further...
Oh, oh, there is further,
because, you see, this
office, that plant,
and your privileged white ass
will be mine. You
won't let Kai play,
I'm gonna buy this school,
and I'm gonna let her
play my damn self.
They're behind me, aren't they?
They sure are.
Don't worry. I know my way.
- By the way...
- What?
That 1.9 million you
raised for my school?
That check cleared this morning.
Pow, pow, pow.
Take 'em!
Come on, break it up! Come on!
A penalty like that
could cost me a game
that I can't afford to
lose, do you understand me?
Just do your job!
Hey, yo, you still hurt, G?
Uh, enough.
I do enjoy the view.
- Ready?
- We got a man down, man down.
We need a doctor over here, now.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Listen, I need you to pick up
my dry cleaning, make an
appointment with Porsha,
- and hire a hitman.
- I think I should maybe
- use cash for that.
- Mm.
So, wait,
are you really gonna buy Oakmont
just so you can fire Simone?
Owning a sports academy
will ensure that
I have future clients,
and it'll also ensure that
that bitch will
choke on my name.
And see, this way,
I don't even have to
worry about Kai knowing
- that she was expelled.
- Well, family first, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, speaking of that,
I just found out that
Daddy's being inducted
- into the Hall of Fame.
- Ooh.
There goes the neighborhood.
So they're surprising
all the inductees,
and since Dad is in Vegas,
they're gonna do his here.
He thinks he's doing
a Groupon commercial.
- Mom planned the whole thing.
- Oh, so then that means
that you need to make sure that
the surprise goes smoothly.
Yeah, for sure, I don't want...
But, um, I don't
know, I just feel like
such a failure in his eyes.
And if I mess this up,
he will never forgive me.
Now, I know your pops
is a high-yellow,
bald-headed douchebag, but...
he happened to raise a
pretty cool daughter,
and if he can't see that,
then he is the fool, not you.
- Thanks, Aunt Tasha.
- Mm-hmm.
Yo, Moose, how bad is it?
Which part? The sprained knee
or the fact I just got cut?
Cut? See, this that bullshit.
This is why we need to strike.
You should lodge a
complaint with the union.
The union's a joke.
We need to look
out for ourselves.
Oh, yeah, like you're
doing, Gary? By not playing?
Hey, I'm negotiating, Malik.
Don't count my cash,
I won't count yours.
Guys, a complaint comes
from our player rep,
and we haven't had one
since Dante got cut.
Rook's right. We
need a new rep now.
Especially with the vote on
lifetime health care coming up?
I nominate Malik.
Well, as much as it pains
me, Malik is the QB.
And he does have
the Colonel's ear.
Focus, Lik. The
prize, ownership.
Shut the door on that shit.
Much respect, fellas...
but I'm-a have to pass.
Mr. Fields.
I got something for ya.
This can't be good if
you're here in person.
Stop talking. Start opening.
- This my first football check?
- Mm-hmm.
You only get it once, so
I wanted to see your face
when you opened it.
Thank you, Miss
Tasha. For everything.
It's what I do.
All right, now don't go crazy,
but get you something nice.
You know, maybe something
with four wheels
instead of two.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Enjoy.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Thought we was headed
home, we got a mani-pedi
- in what, like, 20?
- Dawg, I gotta hit
- another bank, brah.
- Another one?
You done hit three already, why
you stacking all this paper?
Brah, you heard him...
A strike is coming,
and my paper is
safer... with me.
Hey! Malik "Turf Toe" Wright!
Geno "Jet Legs" Jenkins!
What's going on?
- Man, you look good.
- You too, dawg.
What's it been, like,
what, ten years?
- Something like it.
- Yeah.
Man, what you doing in Vegas?
Oh, man, just
traveling the country,
doing a little dancing,
spending a little time
in every state,
seeing God's creation.
This dude, one of God's
creations went way wrong.
So, where you
staying at, brother?
Oh, man, I crashed at
the mission yesterday.
Eh, but I'll probably catch
the Y tonight, though.
Look, why don't you
come by the crib, bro?
Like, let's grab a bite to eat,
let's catch up on the
old times. Come on, man.
I can't impose on you like that.
Look, man, it's
golden hour. Hey.
- Best tips of the day.
- Nah, dawg, come on, man.
Do me this honor, okay?
I guess my dancing shoes
can afford a little break.
Man, let me get my
stuff. All right?
Malik, what in the name
of stupid is you doing?
He's my ex-teammate, dawg.
Okay? I gotta make sure he good.
Then give him some of
that cash you carry around
and cut him loose...
Brah, swear to God,
ain't no way this
gonna end well.
Hey!
Geno "Jet Legs" in Vegas, baby.
- Let's do this, baby.
- Shit, man!
- And let the party begin!
- Whoo!
- Uh, hi.
- Your dad's not here?
No, he's not, but
he's on his way.
I will make this quick, then.
So I got my first check today.
- Mm-hm.
- And...
- I also got you these.
- Oh, Jamison, thank you.
Um...
what are these for?
Okay, so my favorite
spot growing up was
- the Starlight Rink.
- Mm-hmm.
Thought maybe you might
wanna go skating with me.
- Stop!
- Oh!
Oh, my God. What's
with the wheels?
Jamison just asked me out.
Oh...
Now we have an audience.
Well, congrats, mate.
You finally grew a pair.
I love disco night,
Gar, we need to go skating...
Oh, absolutely, why not?
I'll try anything once.
- You haven't answered.
- Yes, I will go.
- Yeah, it's a double-date.
- Brittany?
I guess, if everyone
is going, then okay.
I'm kidding, I would love to
go skating with you, Jamison.
Great.
Whoo, ooh, Lord.
Boy, this feel like Heaven.
How you gonna just let
this dude take my seat?
Man, I ain't had
a steak this good
- since I was in the league.
- Mm-hmm.
I bought it with my
African American Express.
Your black card. I get it.
Man, I look Shannon "Sharp."
Nah, dawg, you
look Malik "Right."
Hell, man, you know I always
wanted to walk the country
from sea to shining sea.
Hell, I figured dancing
would be more fun.
What sane human
would think that?
Ah, Geno, dawg, you know...
you was always my
ma's favorite player.
Every time she saw you
on the field, she said,
"That 'Jet Legs' sure
is easy on the eyes."
Hey, your mama got
good taste, boy.
Real talk, though, I
probably wouldn't be dancing
for my dinner if Tasha
Mack was my agent.
But, hell, you'd have so many
stab wounds in your back,
you'd probably bleed
out by dessert.
Seriously, bro, what happened?
Why you quit balling?
I mean, after I got traded
and busted my knee all up,
insurance ran out,
bills piled up, wifey
left, took the kids,
I decided to jet.
- Took the show on the road.
- Here you go, man.
Dude, you wanna help this man?
Call his family, now.
Ooh, man, what you think?
Ooh, boy, crispy.
I love it, dawg.
Not you, Turf Toe,
I'm talking to Prince.
- Who?
- His royal badness?
- The purple one.
- Hmm.
Yeah, man, we met down in Reno.
He taught me how to
dance and earn a living.
Hey, Prince. This here is
Malik L. DeBarge Wright.
- What's so funny?
- Prince laughing at you
'cause you named
after them DeBarges.
Well, he changed his name to
a symbol, so he can't talk.
Geno, you really
think you see Prince?
Absolutely.
Well, he's standing right here.
Can't you see him?
Yeah.
- Yeah, I see him.
- Dude, come on.
Hey, Geno, now that we got
you all freshened up, brah,
let me help you get
back on your feet.
How about a job with the Fury?
- You'd really do that for me?
- Mm-hmm.
Brothers gotta look out
for each other, right?
Right.
Well, I'm gonna go take
me another one of them
hot showers, brah.
A'ight, get it, dawg, get it.
Hey, Malik.
Thanks, man. I
really needed this.
Turf Toe.
Yo.
Bro, he needs serious help.
He ain't like you,
he's stone cold crazy.
Don't you ever use
that word again.
Not on me, and not on
anybody, do you hear me?
Or what? You gonna kill me?
Cut this cat loose.
Before it all go bad.
How? I ain't giving up on
Geno. He ain't give up on me.
I got this.
All right, so...
- you and Mom.
- Mm-hmm?
- On speaking terms again?
- Oh, yeah, we're good.
I think the move
to Vegas helped us.
It definitely
helped your cooking.
This is actually good.
I didn't know you
could burn like that.
Yeah, well, there's
probably a lot of things
- you don't know about me, Dad.
- Like what the hell
- you see in J.J. Jiggles?
- Why? 'Cause he's a stripper?
What? No. I actually did
a little stripping in college,
I never told you that?
- No.
- Oh, yeah...
Mostly sorority parties, a
couple bachelorette gigs.
I used to do this
thing with a coconut.
Oh, my God, Dad, TMI.
Look, it's not because
he's a stripper.
It's not because he's an ex-con.
It's because he's a
football player, Brit.
It's not the life
that I want for you.
Okay.
But, Dad, you know,
you've gotta relax.
It's not like we're eloping.
- We're just friends.
- You do not believe that
like I don't believe this
meal was free. Please.
Whenever your mom cooks for me,
it costs me at least 10 Gs.
- That obvious?
- Yes, you are.
Okay, okay, so you are
gonna get that contract,
and I am gonna make you proud
because I'm working on
something really special
- that was inspired by you.
- Is that right?
Mm-hmm. Do you remember
that playoff game
when I was, like,
eight years old?
You threw the ball to me in
the end zone when you scored?
Course I do. Touchdown funded
- my sixth retirement account.
- From that,
I've created... this.
Club End Zone.
The ultimate fusion of
sports and entertainment.
Look, this cannot
be the first time
that Simone let that
white robe show.
What other secrets she
got hiding in that closet?
- If I knew, you'd know.
- Mmm.
But to put it tactfully,
she obviously likes
cultural awareness.
Okay, well, to put
it "Mack-fully,"
that bitch got to go, okay?
- Agreed, agreed.
- Oh...
But the new ownership group
already offered
her an extension.
If they win the bid, she stays.
Well, I need you and the board
to make sure that
I win that bid.
And serving that
lawsuit was genius.
- Hey!
- In fact, two board members
have already pulled
support from Simone.
- Boom.
- But...
Monique, we just crossed
over to friend mode, honey.
- You can't hit me with a "but."
- But this deal is days
from closing, Tasha. So,
if you're gonna move,
- you gotta move fast.
- All right.
I'll handle the speed.
You just make sure
that I get a meeting
with each and every one
- of those board members.
- I can do that.
I sold the Colonel on this, Dad.
What? You?
It's just missing
one small thing.
I kind of sold it
with Tasha attached,
and I sorta didn't tell Tasha.
That is brilliant.
Can't wait to see
her head explode.
Dad, that's really not helping.
Okay, listen, just tell her.
Ghetto-zilla may surprise you.
Or you could surprise me, right?
Like, we could be partners.
It's only a license fee
of $1.6 million up-front.
You want me to give
you $1.6 million.
- Up-front.
- Okay, um,
have you lost your fucking mind?
But there's ad rights,
membership fees,
concession sales, total
profit $4.2 million per year,
not including playoffs.
That's my agent.
Good pitch, not
interested, sell Tasha.
Mr. Smith, hey, wanna
hear something funny?
My daughter just asked
me for $1.6 million.
- ♪ Three on the dash...
You okay?
You-you seemed kind
of nervous today.
Uh...
Maybe just a little, yeah.
- It's been a while.
- Mm, well,
nerves or not, I'm
glad you asked.
I'm gonna get us
something to drink.
Garret?
Let me talk to you.
Let me talk to you.
- Whoa, dawg.
- You all right?
So, how's it going?
He's like a teenage
boy on his first date
- stumbling over his words.
- Bro, I'm like...
a teenage boy on a first date,
searching for the right words.
- You haven't shagged yet?
- What? No.
- We barely even kissed.
- And you haven't shagged anyone
since prison. Or been shagged.
Really, Garret, really?
I'm having the worst date
in my life, and that's
how you're gonna help me?
It's just sad,
you're taking this
no-nut November thing to
an entirely new level.
Well, the last person I shagged,
I lost three years of my life.
Next time, whatever
follows gonna be worth it.
What're you two gossiping about?
Jamison was just saying how much
he wants to have
sex with Brittany.
- Oh.
- He's lying, I didn't say...
- I didn't say that.
- You don't wanna have sex
with my best friend?
She's scrumptious.
Of course I do.
But I don't. But...
- He's confused.
- Oh, my God.
This is so awkward. Your
cue, Jamison, come on.
I'm sorry, I'm just a
little rusty at this.
It's okay. Let's
just go skate.
Okay. Just...
- You wanna buy a school?
- Mm-hmm.
What's next? A small country?
Why? Is one available?
'Cause I will buy that, too.
That way I could just
banish Simone's ass forever.
Come on, now, Oakmont cannot be
that much more than
my avocado farm.
Much more? It
goes avocado farm,
jet, jumbo jet, Oakmont.
The real issue is your
five-year expansion plan.
The money you borrowed to build
the New York and Miami offices
have already been allocated.
Now, maybe in a few
months, we can re...
I don't have a few
months. I need this now.
- Then sell the jet.
- Ooh... get behind me, Satan.
Now, look...
if you want Oakmont that bad,
then find a partner
with deep pockets
who can float you
for six months.
See, now you're talking, girl...
Okay, Tasha Mack can do that.
Well, lookie here.
If it ain't the jailbird
and the ho, though.
- Oh, hell.
- No wonder Fury sucks, man.
Man, fuck you, asshole.
- All right.
- Yeah, all right.
♪
Watch out... watch out,
watch out, watch out.
Hey, Jamison, are you
okay? Are you all right?
J, are you all right?
- Jamison?
- You all right?
Yeah.
- Are you okay?
- I'm... I'm good, I'm good.
I think that's our cue to go.
Breakfast is served.
Garret, what did you do?
What did you post a
video of me singing?
I thought I'd show
off my new lady.
Whoa.
So, now everyone's gonna see me
as a superstar
player's jump-off?
Well, what's wrong?
Your voice is amazing.
Everyone should hear it.
What, I'm supposed
to feel grateful?
Look at what they're
saying about me.
"Smash that, dawg."
"She ain't even pretty."
"She only wants
you for your cash."
- "She can't even sing."
- Okay, I won't do it again.
Why, embarrassing me
once wasn't enough?
Sorry, are we fighting here?
Because you're acting crazy.
- Crazy?
- Yeah.
- I think you should go.
- What about breakfast?
I'll box it up for you.
Whatever you do, don't
come clean about the ankle.
It's the quickest
way to get cut.
Fields.
- Yes, Coach?
- How'd you hurt the ankle?
Just doing some
extra cardio, Coach.
Is this cardio I'd approve of?
No, Coach, it was not.
You do remember what
I said about drama.
All right, get taped up,
start fresh tomorrow.
Yes, sir, Coach.
- All right.
Just stick to the
plan, and you in, okay?
This is just a formality.
Hey, I always follow my QB, huh?
My man, let's do this.
- Hey, hey.
Roger Nelson, this is
Geno "Jet Legs" Jenkins.
Geno, this is Roger Nelson.
Geno, I'm a huge
fan. I still remember
that 108-yard kickoff
return against Chicago.
Nah, man, he ain't Rogers.
- No, no, Geno,
this is Roger Nelson,
the head scout.
He's gonna teach you the ropes
and bring you into his team.
He ain't... He ain't Rogers.
I mean, he ain't... he
ain't Rogers, right?
Uh, Roger, give us one minute.
One second, brother.
Brother, please don't blow this.
Listen, he's going out
on a limb for you...
He ain't... no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers.
He ain't no Rogers!
Been a minute, Smoke.
How you living?
Man, can't kill not
one of us, dawg.
- You know the drill.
- Yes, I do.
Hey, you got me, right?
I saw you on Hard Blocks.
That's why you need this?
It's a tough game, man.
I watch you all through
three years of hell, J.
You'll be fine.
I put some candy inside,
in case you need a little
something extra for the pain.
Appreciate it. This
stays between us, right?
One hundred.
Just don't forget a
nigga when I need you.
I don't think I
could if I tried.
All right.
- Appreciate you.
- Yep.
I'm a thousand percent certain
I like you better
with your clothes on.
Especially around my daughter.
Mr. Pitts.
I want to apologize
for the other night.
For the kiss or the jiggling?
Both.
If that helps.
And for the record,
sir, I, um...
I think the world of Brittany.
You know, my dad gave
me a box of these
the day Brittany was born.
I had a game that night, and...
it was the only time I
ever stepped on the field
and felt afraid.
I was terrified of what would
happen to my little girl
if something happened to me.
I don't think you have to worry.
She's not a little girl anymore.
If I ask you to walk
away and leave her alone,
would you do it?
No, sir, I don't
believe I would.
But I can assure you
I will do everything
I can not to hurt her.
I'm gonna hold
you to that, J.J.
Mr. Gilbert, been
waiting to hear from you.
Set meetings with these
Oakmont board members.
- Okay, when do you need it by?
- Yesterday.
Okay, got it.
Uh, Daddy, the directors
are ready for you.
Sabers making me a lame
duck, I'm not getting
my contract extension,
so I'm not doing
this stupid commercial.
My mom is gonna kill
me. Aunt Tasha...
Look, stay here, get
the cameras ready.
I got this.
Well, well, well,
if it isn't pity-party Pitts.
Not now, Witchy-Poo, I
need a sec, all right?
Okay, take all
the time you need.
But you know, while you're
sitting up here boo-hooing...
Hall of Fame is down there
waiting to surprise you.
What the hell are
you talking about?
Drop the confetti.
Your coupon-cutting
ass finally made it.
Tasha, I swear to God, if you're
fucking with me right now...
- Really?
- Yes.
Not exactly how I imagined
this moment, but hey.
Well, I mean, you know,
that's the funny thing
about life, it never really
goes as planned, you know?
I mean, Kelly couldn't be here,
so she organized
this whole thing.
- Just for you.
- That's a fake commercial.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- Kelly's idea.
I mean, who the hell
else was gonna do it?
What, the Hall of Fame fairies?
I'm telling you, she planned it.
And that young girl down there,
who thinks that she's
a failure in your eyes,
she pulled it off.
So, maybe it's time
you acknowledged
that you wouldn't be here
without the both of them.
Mm-hmm, so I'm supposed
to take family advice
from a woman who lives on a
jet and won't speak to her son?
No.
Take it from someone
who's messed up
enough relationships to
know what's important.
So, I made it to
the Hall of Fame?
Yeah. Ya did.
I gotta say, it
felt good as hell
ruining your surprise, too.
Hey, mission accomplished.
Thank you, Tito Jackson.
Oh, and you are quite
welcome, Mr. Potato Head.
- Nice.
- Yes.
Oh, and, uh... for
the record, Jason,
if I were your agent,
you would've gotten
that extension.
I was on my way to see you.
And I'm here to apologize.
I'm sorry.
I may have overreacted
a little bit.
Look, I...
really like you, Raquel, but
I should never have assumed
that you'd be as open
with your life as I am.
And I don't wanna be swallowed
by your fame, you know?
I wanna establish me
and my career on my own.
Why you smiling?
You said you don't care
about money or fame,
and... I sincerely
believe you mean it.
Because I do.
I really don't care if you're
the highest-paid player
or if nobody knows your name.
You wake up every single day
and do exactly what you love.
The day I get to
do that, soy libre.
That's Spanish for milk.
Oh, Raquel Navarro,
I don't think
I've ever met anyone
quite like you.
- Because you haven't.
- Okay, you win this time.
But fame is something
you'll need to deal with,
- as my girlfriend.
- You wanna make this exclusive.
Listen... for me, it already is.
Jason Pitts here.
Five-time all-pro,
two-time champion,
and head coach of
the San Diego Sabers.
My family calls me the most
money-conscious man in America.
And that's okay, 'cause if
there's one thing I love,
it's a good deal.
If you love saving
as much as me,
download Groupon
and save, save, save.
-And cut.
How'd I do?
Whoo, it was money,
baby. You nailed it.
It stunk. Stick to coaching.
Nice to see you two are
still on the same page.
Mm, we ain't even in
the same damn book.
Uh, hey, uh...
Daddy, uh, Groupon
added some new lines.
Look, I'm no diva,
but it was money
and I nailed it, and
I'm not doing it again.
Okay, well, just...
Just can you pretend
I'm the camera, and
just do it for me?
Okay.
Hi, Jason Pitts here,
five-time all-pro,
two-time champion,
and the newest member
of the Hall of...
Fuck me! Hall of Fame?!
- It's your time, Jason.
Welcome to the Hall of Fame.
- Tommy.
- You earned it.
- Thanks, man.
Oh, my gosh. You
knew all along.
Congratulations, Daddy!
- Ahh, man.
- Congratulations, brother.
Oh.
So... So, wait, this isn't
an actual commercial?
I'm not getting paid?
- I'm just messing with you.
Hey, um, you know, since we have
the cameras and everything, I
have an announcement to make.
Brit-Brat.
: Yeah.
Um...
no one gets here alone.
You know, this would
never be possible
without the two most
important people in my life.
I'm talking about my
wife, Kelly, who I adore,
but she couldn't be here today.
And my daughter, Brittany.
The... one true
success in my life.
You're going to the
end zone, Brit-Brat,
and I'm gonna support you
every step of the way.
- I love you, baby girl.
- I love you, too.
Wish your grandpa
was here to see this.
Hey, Dad...
I made it, man.
I'm in the Hall of Fame.
Does this mean what
I think it does?
- Are you gonna fund the club?
- Partially.
And the interest,
it will be steep.
But, hey...
you need to tell Tasha the
truth about the club, all right?
- Yeah.
- You owe that to her
and to yourself.
- I will.
- All right.
Thank you, Dad.
- Hall of Fame, Brit-Brat.
- Hall of Fame...
- Heyo.
- Heyo.
Oh, oh!
Ha-ha-ha!
Well, damn.
That was fast.
Told you not to waste your time.
You can't save the world.
I don't wanna save the
fucking world, Caleb.
I just wanna save one person.
Damn it, man, he had everything.
Money, family,
best damn football
moves in the league.
Look at him now.
Family abandoned him.
League kicked him to the curb.
Now he's out here talking
to a dead dude in Vegas.
Screaming for help, but
ain't nobody to listen.
I'm listening, Lik.
And I hear you,
but you ain't Geno.
Okay, but what's
Prince's real name?
Prince Rogers Nelson, why?
He's not Rogers.
That's why Geno flipped
out, 'cause he's not Rogers.
No, he flipped out 'cause
he need a damn straitjacket.
Okay, but what if Geno
really is my future?
It's a thin line between
reality and what's real.
- What you saying?
- I'm saying,
if Geno can slip
through the cracks...
then so can I, and
there's only one way
that I can stop
that from happening.
Don't even think
it. If you do this,
you're killing our dreams.
Look at him, tell
me what you see.
CALEB: A damn fool,
dancing alone.
See, dawg, that's just
it. He's not alone.
We just think he is.
Caleb, this is my destiny.
I can avoid a strike
and get the players
better health care.
I'll be a hero to the owners
and a legend to the union.
Hell, one day I might
even be commissioner.
Caleb, say hello to
your new players rep.
All right, come on, damn it.
Let's go.
Hey, J., I got your text,
I came as fast as...
What are you doing?
Jamison, are those steroids?
No, it's cortisone.
I need it for the pain.
I guess being the son
of a heroin junkie
is harder than I thought.
Will you help me?
Is... Isn't that what
trainers are for?
If I tell the
doctors I'm injured,
they won't let me play.
If I don't play, I'll
get cut, just like Moose.
Jamison, I-I can't.
My dad was on this stuff,
and it hid the pain so well
that he played on a torn ACL
and almost killed his career.
Yeah, but it didn't,
and now he's headed
to the Hall of Fame.
If I don't do this,
- I won't have a career at all.
- Jamison, this isn't you.
Brittany, I am nothing
without football.
Will you help me, please?
Just once.
Then you have to promise me.
Just once.
I swear.
Put your foot up here.
One, two...
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