03x07 - Ricky-Leaks

[bunniefuu]

♪ Kane is in the building, n*gga... ♪

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Now tell me how you love it,
you know you at the top ♪

♪ When only heaven's
right above it, we on ♪

♪ 'Cause we on ♪

♪ Who else is really trying to
f*ck with Hollywood Cole? ♪

♪ I'm with Marley G, bro ♪

♪ Flying Hollygrove chicks
to my Hollywood shows ♪

♪ And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know ♪

♪ This that "Slumdog
Millionaire" Bollywood flow ♪

♪ And, uh ♪

♪ My real friends never
hearing from me ♪

♪ Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me ♪

♪ That's why I pick and choose,
I don't get sh*t confused ♪

♪ Don't like my women single,
I like my chicks in twos ♪

♪ And these days all the
girls is down to roll ♪

♪ I hit the strip club and all
them b*tches find the pole ♪

♪ Plus, I been sippin', so this
sh*t is moving kinda slow ♪

♪ Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go. ♪

(MEN LAUGHING)

Ah! Hoo!

sh*t.

You know what? I still
don't get it, man.

- Me either.
- All right, it's real easy, guys.

So annuity is a fixed sum of money
paid to someone every year,

usually for the rest of their life.

- Like somebody would leave in a will?
- Exactly, brother.

So let's say, Vernon, you
die and you leave me 100K.

- Let's say I don't.
- But let's say you do.

Let me shed some more light.

An annuity is a contractual
financial product

sold by financial institutions

that's designed to accept and
grow funds from an individual

and then, upon annuitization,

pay out a stream of
payments to the individual

- at a later point in time.
- Ah!

Hey, Eddie George, amazing!

I know. I was inspired by you, Spencer.

I figured if you can do it, I can, too.

- I'm out.
- All right.

- Let's get some breakfast, y'all.
- CHARLES: I'm in.

Let's, please.

Some cheese and biscuits...

Yo, what's that?

(GROUND CRACKING)

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

Guys, where the f*ck are we?

Guys.

- (GASPS, PANTS)
- (MUSIC PLAYING)

- (ELEVATOR DINGS)
- (CHATTER)

- You okay, boo boo?
- Never better.

They're already in the conference room.

- JOE: Oh.
- There he is.

Spencer, say hi to Arielle and Andi.

Hello, Arielle, Andi.

They're from the
acquisitions team at IMG.

Welcome, ladies. It's good to meet you.

It's nice to finally meet you, too.

Sorry I'm late. I had
a little car trouble.

A little car trouble.

The work you've done here at ASM

is very impressive, Spencer.

Thank you. We've got a great team.

ANDI: We're all about teamwork at IMG.

In fact, we'd love to have you to the
campus so you can see firsthand.

Thank you so much for showing such
great interest in our company.

Well, you're welcome.

We have to do due diligence, of course,

but like I said, everything we've
seen so far is impressive.

We do have some questions regarding
ASM's valuation, though.

(SIGHS) You know what? Can I just
borrow these guys for a second?

Real quick, outside?

(TAPS TABLE)

Come on.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (WHISPERS) What the f*ck?!

Listen, before we go down that
road where we're okay with IMG,

I just want you to know I'm perfectly
capable of running Vegas and ASM.

You can't even remember to wear a tie.

How you gonna run two companies?

I took an Ambien last night.
I had a bad night's sleep.

That's why I couldn't
wear a f*cking tie.

Who gives a f*ck about the tie?
You're not wearing a tie.

I agree with Spencer here, okay?

I used to take that sh*t.
That'll f*ck you up.

That stuff royally fucks you up.

- Joe?
- Huh?

- Shut up.
- Okay, okay, okay.

(JOE AND SPENCER SIGH)

Look, Spencer, I understand
it would be great

to have both ASM and
Vegas in your portfolio,

- but it's just not practical.
- f*ck practical!

I never agreed to sell, Bret.

You didn't have to. I
decided for the both of us.

Bret, the company's worth
$15 million at best

against a $2 billion raise.

- Come on.
- That's 15 million closer to the goal.

And, by the way, it's a show of faith,

like me selling my yacht.

Now, look, are you or are you not

with Joe and me on this?

(SIGHS) I agree with Mr. Anderson.

So, what does that mean for Ricky?
What does that mean for Vernon?

Huh? That we just hand them over to IMG?

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Give them up?

We pay them back and then
we hand them over to IMG.

- That's what this whole deal's about.
- f*ck f*cking IMG!

Come on! They just swim along
with their mouths open

like f*cking whales just eating
everything in their path.

Like plankton. We're f*cking plankton.

- ASM is plankton.
- We're very, very green plankton.

Now let's do this.

Come on.

Fine.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (JOE SIGHS)

Ricky Jerret can't seem to
get out of his own way.

Footage has surfaced of an
altercation at a neighbor's house

in which Jerret appears
to as*ault a teenage boy.

And by as*ault, I mean he
punched the kid in the face.

Baby, what in the world could possibly
be going on in Uncle Ricky's head?

SCHLERETH: I'd make a million bucks.

Things could get ugly for the
Patriots' mercurial wide receiver

- who has yet to sign his
new deal with New England.

- (PHONE CHIMING)

(TV MUTES)

- Hello?
- Big C, what's happening?

Watching Ricky on "SportsCenter."

So much worse seeing it
than hearing about it.

Yeah, talk to Ray Rice about that.

- How's the fam?
- My baby girl is perfect.

Julie's good. What's up?

About that email that you sent out,

how'd you like to go on a meeting

for the GM position with the Chargers?

- You serious?
- Yeah, man, I already talked you up.

They were very impressed with your
Sutton signing down in Miami,

so I convinced them to move your
résumé up to the top of the pile.

(CHUCKLES)

Wow, I mean, I don't know what to say.

Don't mention it.

Just give my clients some good deals

when you get the gig.

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah.

Yeah, that's the least
I could do, I guess.

All right, I'm gonna connect you with
Spanos' guy in email later today.

Hey, thank you, J.

- All right, buddy.
- (CONSOLE BEEPS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I don't wanna talk about spin control.

Damage is done, the video's out there.

The real damage is I don't have
a f*cking deal, gentlemen.

Yeah, well, we're trying to
get the deal done, Rick,

but you should've given me a heads-up

before you knocked out a
16-year-old white boy.

All right, well, here's a heads-up, J.

I'm gonna knock that kid out again
when I see him for leaking that sh*t.

I don't think he leaked it, Rick.

- Well, who did?
- I don't know.

Doesn't f*cking matter, by the way.

The only thing that matters
is we get this deal done.

Oh, really? We?

Are you even a part
of this team anymore?

pshh, last time I checked,
you was out in New York

chasing paper for your damn
self, definitely not me.

Yeah, I was up there
trying to make a deal

that will pay your f*cking money
back is what the f*ck I was doing.

Why don't you sell your damn
suits, man, get my money back?

What the f*ck you talking about?
God damn, man.

- (OVERLAPPING VOICES)
- Why don't you do your f*cking job?

You just standing there in
f*cking suits looking stupid.

Hey, hey, hey, settle the f*ck down!

Settle down, the both of
you, for f*ck's sake!

Look, I talked to New England this
morning. We're in good shape.

They just want you to see
a specialist, that's all.

What kind of specialist?

The kind that examines what's
going on inside of your mind,

mentally, emotionally.

A shrink?

They think I'm crazy.

Of course they think you're crazy.

You're playing basketball
dressed like a f*cking pimp.

Why the f*ck else would they
want you to see a shrink?

Ricky, who cares if they think
you're a little off upstairs?

You work for the NFL, not the U.S.
nuclear program.

Besides, they'd rather you be
emotionally damaged than physically.

Got it?

Yeah, sure. Set it up.

It's a good thing they
didn't have smart phones

and surveillance cameras
back when I was a player.

I've been in a lot of messy situations.

My sh*t would've been a
lot messier than that.

(QUIETLY) Not messier than this.

What are you mumbling?

Look, I can mumble it, slur
it, speak it in Swahili.

It's all the same thing, Spencer.

The leaked tape, Vernon's suspension,

I can track it all back to you

and this bullshit that you got
with the league over Vegas.

We don't know that. As a matter of fact,

I think it's the kid this time.

You just said it wasn't.

Well, because I didn't want
him to go back for round two.

You're not gonna play me
like you play your clients.

I'll admit it, I've been sniffing in
tall weeds with a short snout, okay?

No, not okay.

What the f*ck does that even mean?

It means that, yes,

the league, in fact, does
hate my f*cking guts, okay,

but it doesn't mean they're
behind the Ricky leak.

So then you gotta f*cking figure it out.

You are in player management,

not real estate development.

So, what the f*ck are you saying,

that I bounce on a $2 billion deal

just because the league is
trying shake down my clients?

No, our clients. And, no, just
manage the situation better.

This is what I do... I represent players.

I don't build stadiums.

And I'm sure as sh*t not taking
a grenade for you on this one.

God damn, J, take it easy, all right?

I had a bad f*cking night's sleep.

Well, then take a f*cking
Ambien next time.

- (ENGINE STARTS)
- I did.

♪ Big boy feel like a kangaroo ♪

♪ Was on the floor trying to boogaloo ♪

♪ Fine fat foal like a buffalo... ♪

Oh, you see that sh*t?

I'm like Tom Cruise in
"The Color of Money."

- Yah!
- You're more like Rodney Dangerfield

- in "Easy Money."
- (CHUCKLES)

Oh, sh*t, I don't get no respect at all.

No respect.

Vern is out 3.5 for the suspension.

And on top of that, another 2.5
that Spencer already owes him.

Needless to say, his bank
account is hurt as f*ck.

I know all about
hurt-as-f*ck bank accounts.

Mine has shed a few tears
over the years itself.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Sometimes the tip is enough.

Man, stop making dumb
f*cking sex jokes, man.

That wasn't a sex joke. I was merely
stating that I understand the situation.

- Oh.
- How can I help?

Well, that's just the thing.

I mean, you've been helping,

but that sh*t ain't good enough.

Joe Krutel is not ASM.

No, no, technically he's not,

but he's the most active part of ASM.

Exactly. Spencer is M.I.A.

Vernon's breathing in a
brown paper bag and sh*t.

Y'all need to do something.

What can I do besides rubbing
Vern down with CBD oil?

You can start by calling
the league office.

I might know somebody
that knows somebody.

- Doctor.
- (MOUTHS) Hi.

- You can do it.
- How you doing, big guy?

Hey.

If the vegetable
dumplings are still hot,

- I'll take some.
- Oh, I can't give it to you.

It's a special delivery.

How are you otherwise?

- What are you in for?
- Meniscus.

It's nothing. Tore mine three times.

You'll be back on the tennis
court before you know it.

I only wanna get some good dr*gs.

There's my hot doctor.

That is my hot wife.

(WHISPERS) You and her?

- Good luck.
- Hey!

- Paging Dr. Greane.
- What are you doing here?

- Where's Kiki?
- Everything's good.

And I brought you some Hung Phat.

Whole left side of the
menu just like you like.

That's so thoughtful. You must
want something really damn bad.

Why I gotta want something to
come have lunch with my babe?

Because I have five knee
surgeries lined up.

It's all right. Put them to sleep.
Let them wait.

Besides, I got a phone call
that I wanna talk to you about.

- I knew it was something.
- It's a just small thing.

I thought you didn't wanna talk to
me about your business, Charles.

Damn, can we just forget about
that for a little while?

- Right now, all I wanna...
- (PHONE BUZZING)

Ooh.

Let me... let me take this.

Hello?

I can't wait till she cuts on me.

You're strange. You know that, right?

- Me?
- Bizarre.

Okay.

Watch out for him.

All right, sorry about that.
Now tell me about this call.

I got an interview with the Chargers.

- Open GM spot.
- (SQUEALS) That's amazing!

- Right?
- Yes!

So, are you cool?

I'll spend half the
year in LA if I get it.

Yeah, I mean, no different
than being in Tampa.

This is the left coast. It's far away.

Be closer to my family.

Look, either way, we'll make it work.

We always have.

Hey, so what'd Ricky want?

Ricky who?

Ricky, Ricky. He just called you.

Oh, that. No, I can't talk about that.

But thank you for the lunch. Love you.

Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah.

Love you a whole lot.
See you later. Bye!

(PHONE CHIMING)

I hope you got some positive
vibes to spread around

because I could sure use 'em today.

When have I ever not been a ray
of sunshine for you, Strasmore?

The Assembly's meeting Tuesday to vote
on the tax allocation for the stadium.

My guys inside say we're
looking pretty damn good.

Hey, Nick.

- Hey.
- Yeah, well, pretty damn good

isn't an official approval.

Plus, we need the governor to pass it.

What's with all the doom and gloom?

You sell that company yet?

We're not selling it
till we're approved.

I just got myself into a tight spot

and I need to get out of it.

Well, do what I do when
I get in a tight spot.

- Yeah, what's that?
- Lube the f*ck up, buddy.

- (ELEVATOR DINGS)
- (SIGHS)

Psst. Got something for you.

Now's not a good time to
come out of the closet, Joe.

- Ta-da!
- Hola, Spencer.

(CHUCKLES) Maximo.

Mr. Gomez has been kind enough

to provide a little slide show
for our viewing pleasure.

- All right, well, this should be good.
- (MOUSE CLICKING)

You followed around a 16-year-old boy?

Recon has no age, Spencer.

You wouldn't believe the sh*t
this guy's dug up, and fast, too.

Listen, Joe, I don't give a
sh*t if the kid's on Accutane

or who he's taking to the prom.

He's taking her. Becky Harris.

- She's a senior.
- Yeah, she's cute, too.

Yeah, well, judging by their texts

she's got some big plans
for him on prom night.

So, our boy's pulling
girls like this now, huh?

That story must have
spread like wildfire.

MAXIMO: Like moths to the flame.

Since the tape's release,
Jimmy Burns has become

the most interesting man in the world.

His Instagram went from
700 followers to 13K+,

and that was 12 hours ago.

All right, well, what can we pin on him?

(CLEARS THROAT) You know,
there's some questionable calls,

but there's... you know, there's
no date r*pe, nothing like that.

- sh*t.
- All right, bye, Max.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's...
there's something else.

He's planning a press conference
on his Facebook page.

If you want, I can send some guys,
work him over a little bit.

No, I'll do it myself.

Hmm.

Hey, what am I supposed
to talk about, Doc?

Well, we can talk about
whatever you like.

Family is always a good place to start.

Okay.

All right, I'm, um,
close with my parents.

My dad Dennis was out of the
picture for a long time,

- but he's back and he lives with me now.
- Mm-hmm.

I talk to my mom a couple times a week.

She's a strong black woman.

How is the relationship between them?

Them two? There isn't.

- No communication?
- Hell, no.

And that's a good thing.

Most of my early
memories were loud ones,

- you feel me?
- Yes, I do.

Who do you feel you most take after?

Uh, I'm a lot like both of them,

and that's a good and a bad thing.

Look, Doc, we both know why I'm here.

You drove to a wrong house

and punched a teenager in the face.

- I'm not proud of it.
- I don't suspect you are,

but it's my job to find out why.

Got myself in a predicament
with a nice young lady...

- Mm-hmm.
- a lot like my dad did with my mom.

She told me she was gonna
go home to have the baby.

And how'd that make you feel?

Ashamed.

Abandoned.

Angry!

A lot like my mom probably felt.

Like I said, I'm a lot
like both of them.

It's a pretty difficult
situation you're in.

Hell, yeah, man.

Had me all in my head, too.

And how are you feeling otherwise?

Honestly, I feel fantastic.

- I watched you in the Super Bowl.
- You saw the Super Bowl?

- I was out there k*lling them, right?
- A hell of a comeback.

- Yeah, it was, man.
- You took some big hits.

- Pssh.
- Dished 'em out, too.

You are a regular Hines Ward, my friend.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Doc,

I'm an emotional guy.

Sometimes I feel like the sun is shining

and... and all is right in the world.

And other days, you know... (SCOFFS)

I feel like there's a dark cloud,

and I wanna k*ll
somebody or even myself.

It's like there's two different people.

There's Ricky...

and there's Jerret.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHATTER)

♪ Unh, unh ♪

♪ We don't believe you
'cause we the people ♪

♪ Are still here in the rear,
yo, we don't need you ♪

♪ You in the "k*lling off
good young n*gga" mood ♪

♪ When we get hungry, we eat
the same f*cking food ♪

♪ The ramen noodle ♪

♪ Your simple voodoo is so maniacal ♪

♪ We're liable to pull a juju... ♪

Oh, sh*t, like, what the hell is he
doing, in, like... in my kitchen?

- So I'm like, "All right, this is on."
- (CHUCKLES)

I'm pretty sure you could've done
some damage on his ass, right?

Yeah. Like a rear naked choke
or something like that.

Hey! Yeah.

All right, show's over. We gotta talk.

(SCOFFS) Who's this ogre?

Bro, he's a narc.

He's not an ogre or a narc.

He is Spencer Strasmore,
an old-time NFL player.

Ah, yeah, see, we've
heard of each other.

Let's take a walk, Jimmy.

Excuse me, ladies. Be right back.

You're probably here to talk
about your friend, Ricky.

- He's also my client.
- A client?

You're not serious. What
could you possibly do?

I'm his financial manager. And you
releasing that tape was f*cked up.

I didn't release it. I don't
know who did or how they got it,

but honestly, dude, I'm not mad at it.

- Hi, Jimmy.
- Hey, Jimmy.

Oh, hey. How's it going, babes?

Ooh, how could I be mad at that?

Ah, I see. So you sell Ricky down
the river just for attention?

Ricky Jerret's not my friend, okay?

- He probably doesn't even know my name.
- Yeah, he's my friend.

That punch made me famous
and I'm capitalizing on it.

There's more to life, man, than...
than just attention and getting laid.

Name one thing.

- Integrity.
- Over p*ssy?

Dude, I know you don't believe that.

- How about your health?
- I'm 16. My health is fine.

You want it to stay that way,

then I advise you to shut the f*ck up.

Don't thr*aten me, Strasmore.

I can take a punch, or maybe
you haven't seen the video.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it
to came across that way, okay?

It's not a thr*at, Jimmy.

- I've had a long night.
- You look tired.

I am tired, Jimmy. Jesus Christ.

All right, listen, enough about me.

Ricky made you a star, all right?

I need you to show some decency

and not do this Facebook live thing.

- I cancelled the Facebook thing.
- You did?

Yeah. TMZ offered me, like,
10 grand to talk instead.

I said I'd think about it.

Are you really gonna tell me there's
more to life than money now,

- "Mr. Financial Manager"?
- Let me ask...

what it's gonna take
to let this thing die?

- (TV PLAYING)
- There goes my babies.

I stopped by the store,
picked up some groceries.

- (VOLUME INCREASES)
- Charles, why is that so loud?

♪ Playing baseball,
these are the things ♪

- ♪ That are awesome to me... ♪
- Charles!

(VOLUME INCREASES)

♪ Napping and snoring,
durmiendo y roncando... ♪

- (TV MUTES)
- Are we having a problem, Charles?

(SIGHS) Maybe.

Well, instead of b*ating around the bush

and blowing out our daughter's eardrums,

why don't you just spit it out?

Why is Ricky calling you?

(SCOFFS) I can't talk about that.

Why not?

I'm not discussing my
business with you, Charles.

So I can talk about
my business with you,

but you can't share?

- That's right.
- That's a double standard.

The difference is is I don't need
your advice for my business.

Hmm, that's messed up.

It is, but it's true.

But if you respect my profession,

you will not ask Ricky why he called me.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(KIKI BABBLING)

♪ Listen up, I'm about to get dope ♪

♪ It ain't nothing but
some sh*t I wrote ♪

♪ About a young brother
deep in the game... ♪

- Get it! Oh, oh, oh!
- ♪ They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin' the name ♪

- ♪ I sport Nike shoes, I got a Mic to use... ♪
- You did it, you did it...

♪ To talk bad about suckers,
I don't like the fools ♪

♪ Down and dirty about
spittin' my hits ♪

♪ And if not, I'm gettin' my grits... ♪

(SIGHS) What's up, Rick?

I hope you're here 'cause you
got some news from New England.

No, Jason's on that, but I just
got back from seeing the kid.

What did that little punk have to say?

Well, he said that he's gonna
forget about the whole thing

if you pick him up from
school in your Ferrari.

Pssh, what do I look like?
I drive for Lyft?

He want me to slap a pink
mustache on the grill, too?

Now, listen, I hear you, Rick, but he
just wants to look cool, that's all.

Well, sh*t, he ain't cool.

I saw he's gonna sing like
a canary on TMZ today.

Yeah, they offered him $10,000,

but he told me he's not taking the
money as long as you pick him up.

Well, unless you want
me to get arrested,

I don't think that's a good idea.

WOMAN: Come on! Get it!

Look, he... he said he didn't
release the tape, Rick,

and I believe him.

Well, if he didn't, who did?

I did.

Inadvertently.

The f*ck are you talking about?

I've been butting heads with the league

over this f*cking Vegas deal,

and they're using you as leverage.

That's some serious f*cked-up sh*t.

I know it's f*cked up, and
I apologize to you, man.

- I'm sorry.
- For what?

The fact that I loaned you five mil

that I haven't gotten back dollar one on

or the fact that you blowing
up your entire client list

chasing global domination?

You have every right to be upset.

What the f*ck do you know
about me being upset?

Every time I turn around,

you at the core of some
problem I got, man!

Let me make it right, okay? The
kid goes to Dade Country...

Don't insult me, man,
acting like you taking care

of my business, 'cause you're not.

You're only making it worse!

So stay out of it.

Stay the f*ck out of my business.

♪ Nothing nice is what my game is ♪

♪ 18, makin' raps till I'm 80, though ♪

♪ And too hard for the f*ckin' radio ♪

- ♪ Tell me something good... ♪
- WOMAN: Whoo!

♪ I'm too hard for the f*ckin'... ♪

When you said, "We'd
like to come see you,"

I was under the impression you
meant Spencer and yourself.

No, just me and Reggie.

But Spencer does say hello

and he appreciates you giving
us the time here today.

Well, what can I do for you, gentlemen?

We wanna talk about Vernon Littelfield.

Yes, we are here to discuss
Vernon Littelfield.

I... I just said that.

Yeah, just restating our purpose.

I'll assume this has something
to do with his suspension.

We're not here to talk
about his diet plan.

Okay, I'll take it from here.
Thank you, Reg.

Yeah, um... yeah, we just feel
like it's a little steep.

You know? I mean, four games.

- Wow!
- (CHUCKLES)

Could've been a lot worse, Mr. Krutel.

Fortunately, I'm a fan of you
and your illustrious partner.

(CHUCKLES)

This is not about him and
his illustrious partner.

This is about my friend and associate,

and he made a mistake.

We all know the league
policy is gonna change,

you know, soon enough with
CBDs, as is the whole world.

We know it's not approved yet
and he shouldn't have done it,

but we said we're sorry and
y'all should accept it.

I mean, y'all are the NFL.

People in this country look
to y'all to set the vibe.

- The standard.
- That's right.

And you look like a boss.

Why not think like one

and lead the charge on
behalf of the league?

Ambitious as you are,
you're gonna end up

running the league someday anyhow.

Well said, Reginald.

Well, if y'all give a
brother a chance to speak,

he can make something of himself.

- (JOE CHUCKLES)
- I agree.

You do?

- It was well said.
- Well, thank you.

I don't mean to come off aggressive.

I know you got a lot of responsibility,

but we'd appreciate any
help you can offer us.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Pull up in a limousine... ♪

You ever been in a Ferrari before?

Uh, no. No, no, I haven't.

Ever been with a black girl?

Me? Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Pssh, you f*cking lying.

Yeah.

Does this thing really go 202?

Let's find out.

(ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

♪ Baby, get that ass out,
drop it really fast ♪

♪ Gonna burn all the gas out ♪

♪ Looking at the dash like,
damn, might crash... ♪

Holy f*cking tit-f*ck, dude!

Hold on to your balls, son.

♪ Pass 'em out to all
the hoes on the poles ♪

♪ Once they slide down,
oh, keep shaking... ♪

(HORNS HONKING)

♪ Get lost in the moment... ♪

You're a f*cking maniac, Jerret!

You and I gotta have a little talk.

Sure.

♪ Throw it, baby, throw it, baby ♪

♪ She shake that ass, I be
like, "Throw it, baby..." ♪

- (JIMMY CHUCKLING) Whoo!
- Yeah!

- JIMMY: Okay. Damn!
- (ENGINE REVVING)

- That's beautiful. That is beautiful.
- (ENGINE TURNS OFF)

You did pretty good for
your first time, man.

Thank you.

- I kept my cool, though.
- But it's like I say,

you know, you've gotta
be, like, tunnel vision.

You drove it like you stole it.

I'ma have me one of these one day.

- How old you say you were again?
- 16. I just got my license.

My dad still doesn't let me
behind the wheel, though.

First, I wanna apologize to you, man,

for punching you in the face.

I mean, you a good-looking kid,

and I could've done some serious
damage, so I'm glad I didn't.

I just wanna say thank you
for picking me up at school.

I know that's not really your
thing, but, uh, it was good vibage.

Vibage, yeah.

Can I share something with you?

As long as it's not an STD, yeah.

- sh*t, you're funny.
- Thank you very much.

I was voted "Best Sense of
Humor" in the yearbook.

- Right.
- (CHUCKLES)

Look, what I'm gonna tell
you is, like, top secret.

Not even New England knows, all right?

Okay.

- (SEAGULLS SCREECHING)
- (EXHALES)

I'm not right in the head.

Yeah, I could've guessed that
when I found you in our fridge.

I'm serious, Jimmy.

I've taken a lot of hits
over the years, man,

and I'm not fully healed.

That's why I crashed your
crib all disoriented,

and that's why I snapped.

You're the only one who knows it.

So, what is it, like a concussion or...?

Something like that.

Look, I'm not gonna talk to TMZ

or do the press conference
or anything like that.

I was just doing that sh*t
to be cool, but I'm no rat.

See, now you actually are cool.

I do kind of feel like
a G, not gonna lie.

- Yeah.
- Hey, what time is it?

I gotta get home before
my mom starts to worry.

You said your dad won't let you drive?

You can drive my sh*t.

Are you serious?

Tell 'em you drove Ricky Jerret's car.

Now it's your turn to hold
on to your balls, son.

- Pssh, let's go. Let's see what you got.
- Let's do this.

(EXHALES)

- What's going on?
- Joe is downloading his day to me.

Why he thinks I might
be remotely interested,

I haven't quite figured out yet.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

I was just telling Mr.
Anderson that I brought Reggie

to see Candace at the
league office today.

Oh, okay. And?

And his impassioned plea

resulted in a two-game
rollback of the suspension.

Wow, good job, Reggie.

Well, clearly, he's
more effective than me.

(CHUCKLES) I was very proud of him.

- Is there a point?
- JOE: Yeah.

After a day like today,

I just... I felt inspired, you know?

I've never felt this alive
except for when my wife d*ed.

I love being on the front lines
with the clients, you know,

taking shrapnel, tossing grenades.

I just don't think
anything compares to this.

That's why I'm having second
thoughts, Mr. Anderson.

I... I got to agree with Spence, here.

- I don't think we should sell ASM.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(CHUCKLES, SNORTS)
This is a joke, right?

- That's no joke.
- It's a joke.

- No, it's not a joke.
- It's a joke.

- It's no joke!
- Joe, no one cares

about your first thoughts,
much less your second ones.

What is going on with you guys?

I'm having second thoughts, too.

Our clients are gonna be
fine without us, Joe.

And if we've done our jobs,
then they've learned

- to look after themselves.
- (SIGHS)

So, I'm out.

We're selling ASM.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I just wanna go home ♪

- ♪ I been here too long ♪
- ♪ I been here too long ♪

♪ I just wanna see my home ♪

- ♪ But it way too far ♪
- ♪ But it way too far ♪

♪ And I ain't really
trying to use the phone ♪

♪ 'Cause all my friends are gone ♪

♪ Feels like I'm in
these streets alone ♪

♪ Grindin' with the old,
some time to grow ♪

♪ My cell so cold ♪

♪ But the streets colder,
colder, colder, colder ♪

♪ I do it for us ♪

♪ I do it for me ♪

♪ I do it for you ♪

♪ I do it for we ♪

♪ We gotta make it ♪

♪ We gotta make it. ♪

♪ Ain't no stoppin' till we make it. ♪