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Oh, sorry.
Ah, you gotta look it in. You gotta look it in.
Let me see it again.
All right, go deep. I got a cannon like Rogers.
Nice hands!
Spike it.
All right, well, it's nice to see you lightening up for a change.
Ah, I'm in a sunshine state of mind.
Mm-hmm, I can see that.
It's probably because you finally got that MRI like I asked you to.
I did. Feels great. Passed with flying colors.
So now you can stop obsessing over Vernon and Ricky
and, gee, I don't know, possibly having brain damage.
Oh, I know. No more obsessions. No.
It's a big step for you.
It's a huge step.
In a forward direction.
Like a triple jump. I feel like a new guy.
It's incredible.
You didn't get the MRI, did you?
Nah, I might not have.
Hey, if you don't give a shit, why should I?
I give a shit. I'm gonna reschedule today.
Well, don't do me any favors, okay?
If you want to keep using everyone else's problems
to avoid your own, go ahead.
I'm just gonna sit here and read this magazine
while you lose your damn mind.
I'm gonna get the MRI.
God damn, right in the back of the fucking head.
You don't throw a goddamn ball at somebody who has their back turned!
Fuck!
Way to keep it light, Strasmore.
- I'll get it. - Good idea.
I'll get it.
It's on me.
Damn, nigga, you look like shit.
- I do? - Mm-hmm.
This is where you really want to be, Charles?
Always wanted to kick it at the Funhouse.
Y'all just never let me partake.
Yeah, out of respect for that ring on your finger.
Get in here, man. Come on.
I'll give you a tour. Come on.
Here's the game room.
Full bar. Comes with the ladies.
Arcade.
Hey, what's up, guys?
Okay.
Whoa! Damn, man.
- Yup, yup. - Nice pool.
Well, this is the love pond.
Oh, man. Warm, too.
Must have busted about a thousand nuts in this bitch.
Ah!
Now this is the freak room.
- Huh? - Mm.
- I'll bet that's good for your back. - Yeah, it's therapeutic.
Now, this is my favorite spot in the entire house.
Ain't a home till you got that foam.
Hey, how's it going?
Good. Any emails today?
And this is the home theater.
That's Stoops and that's TTD.
- They look after the place. - Hey, what's up, fellas?
- Have you seen the movie "Her"? - No.
Dude is in a sexual relationship
with his operating system.
That shit is imaginative.
Check that out sometime.
So you say Bella don't know about this place, huh?
One of the only secrets I've ever been able to keep from her.
Well, that and mixing it up with Alonzo's mom.
But, hell, I didn't even know about that.
Really appreciate you having me, man.
I was getting lonely at the hotel.
I got you. You trying to blow your shit up, Charles?
I don't know, man.
It's like the walls were closing in at home. I couldn't breathe.
Julie tripping 'cause she ain't pregnant yet.
I feel shitty for giving out your number.
For real, man. I mean, you got a special thing with your wife,
a thing I'm far too selfish and immature to have for myself.
You need to go home. The Funhouse is no place for a married man, Chuck.
You know what?
What if I want to be selfish and immature for a change?
You think about that?
I don't know, man.
Mm, Ricky Jarret on TV again.
Reliable sources have reported that a fight
between Miami Dolphins wide receivers Ricky Jarret and Alonzo Cooley
may have been ignited by Jarret's relationship
with his teammate's family member.
Who would have saw this coming?
Ricky Jarret in trouble again.
Think I should lose the beard?
I think you should call Mr. Siefert.
That man took a chance on you.
Both me and Spence vouched.
Man, that's all tabloid bullshit.
Me and Larry, we cool, all right? Cat loves me.
- Okay. Yeah. - Yeah.
Shit, this is him right now.
Loves me. Hello, Mr. Siefert. How are you?
Y-yes, sir. Yes, sir. 20 minutes, I'll...
Hello? Hello?
Shit, I gotta bounce. Enjoy yourself.
Five minutes early, Mr. Siefert.
Punctuality is your strong suit, Ricky.
Keeping it in your pants is not.
The organization is not so amused.
You should have come clean.
I didn't want to drag you into it.
Sleeping with your teammate's mother.
Scandalous business.
I know it and I'm ashamed.
Bullshit. A man like you has no shame.
You're an entertainer.
But do you see me wearing tails and a top hat?
No, sir.
'Cause this isn't the circus and I'm not a ringleader.
I didn't sign you to create a sideshow, Ricky,
become Miami's Ocho or TO.
Alonzo's mom is already talking to "TMZ"
and PR's not about to touch it,
so you better go out there and kiss some babies.
Yes, sir.
Just do me a favor and don't have sex with their mothers.
I thought I was pretty clear on the phone explaining the situation,
but I guess not, so what's up, fellas?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Everything is everything.
Wow, that's heavy, man.
So you called this meeting
at my house at 10:00 at night
to tell us that everything is everything?
It's a nice-ass house, Spence.
- It's cozy. - Thank you, Vern.
- You welcome. - I came here for some clarity.
You said Miss Angela Lee took the photos of Vernon.
- And photos of you. - Yeah, there's a great shot of you
just blowing a huge rail of coke right off a pair of tits.
Which I guess makes it hard to see
that someone's pointing a fucking camera at you.
You can't because your head's down
and there's areolas and it fucks up your periph.
Yeah, yeah, you have a fucking blind spot.
Like a Hyundai that is fueled by cocaine.
Do you have any idea why? Why Angie would do this?
Give it a shot for a second. Why do you think?
Maybe the fucking money?
There's that.
But word on the street is you know Angela.
What street is that, Reg? Stupid Street?
You a real funny motherfucker, ain't you?
- It just comes to you. - Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait, you saying you know Angela?
No, Vernon, they're acquaintances, that's all.
- That's fucked up. - Vernon, listen.
Just because I know her, it has nothing to do with her coming after you.
- Are you sure about that? - I'm positive.
I gathered us all here to make sure everybody's on the same level.
You better be straight up with us from now on
or we might have to make a change.
The fact that I know Angie doesn't mean shit.
You're the one doing coke. Don't try and pin this bullshit on me, Reg.
- Why not? You said Jason handles the contracts. - Right.
Joe handles the money, and you handle everything else in between.
Now, I'm no Dr. Phil, but this kind of feels like
an everything else situation.
- So you best handle it, bro. - We're handling it, bro, okay?
He's gonna go see Maximo tomorrow
and he's gonna get the number down.
Good.
Do your thing and let us know how it goes.
And, Spence, no more keeping shit from me.
I'll call you tomorrow, Vern.
Come on, man.
Everything is everything.
- Hey. - Hey, good morning.
Just wanted you to know that I rescheduled my CT exam
the day after tomorrow first thing 8:00 A.M.
- Glad to hear that. - Trace, I'm really sorry.
I've gotten so damn used to lying to myself
that doing it to others has become a habit.
- Well, you know I hate being a nag. - I'm glad you got after me.
A boot in my ass from you is exactly what I need.
Just remember, I'm not a life coach, Spencer, okay?
- You've got to pull it together. - I will.
I'm just really worried that all the hits
I shelled out over the years
has knocked something loose upstairs.
All the headaches, the nightmares that I have,
the little outbursts...
The truth is this whole thing
really scares the shit out of me.
Too much information?
- Hello, Trace. - I'm literally right next to a fucking cell tower.
You would think I could hold a signal.
Oh, did you hear Ricky's MILF is talking to "TMZ"?
No. What's up?
She is spilling it all. Says he likes to be spanked
'cause he's such a bad boy.
Come on. That shit's ridiculous.
That's him on the other line. Let me call you back.
Let me know if there's anything I can do.
Outside of paddling Ricky's ass.
Oh, that's me.
Hey, Rick.
I do not like to be spanked, Spence.
- I know. - I never had a woman spank me
other than my mother and I deserved that shit.
Okay, I want you to calm down.
Kara's just trying to soak up her 15 minutes of fame.
See, now I got Siefert and Bella up my ass, man.
And you got Kara whaling on it.
This is no time for jokes, dude.
The whole fucking world is crumbling.
I want you to calm down, okay?
You're gonna be fine.
I know exactly the man to call for this.
- Yeah? What, you gonna call Mr. Ross? - No, I got another idea.
In the meantime, I want you to go home,
put on your Kevlar vest just in case Bella's around,
and don't talk to anybody.
Just try and relax, you hear me?
All good?
All right. All right. All good.
All right.
I'll talk to you later, Spanky.
Around the final turn they come.
Father's Moustache tiring, followed by...
- Come on! - Go, Machete Charge!
and Machete Charge!
- Stretch, baby! Stretch it! - Run!
Do your job!
- Run, you four-legged fuck! - Go, go, go!
Do your job! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Machete Charge!
Oh! What?
- That's my pony, baby. - Wow!
Max, I gotta say, man, you are way more fun outside the office.
This place is fucking amazing.
I can't believe you've never even been to the track.
Yeah, no, I know, I can't either.
Somehow gambling didn't make it onto my list of vices.
I come for the sheer beauty of watching
these beautiful creatures just run on the track.
Here are your mojitos, Maximo.
Thank you, Amanda.
You are looking stunning today.
Thanks.
Plus I've been trying to have sex with that waitress
for nearly a year now. I'm so close.
Just give her an internship. Yeah, it works every time.
You're much better company than Spencer.
That dude needs some anger management skills.
Well, to be honest, Max, he's got a right to be pissed.
I mean, unless you have a picture of Vernon eating a baby,
half a million's a ridiculous ask.
Come on, Joe. Vernon and his entire crew,
they make it rain wherever they go.
All they gotta do is send some of that green weather our way.
Vern's neck-deep in debt
and his first contract's already paid out.
Well, I guess Angela's just gonna have to sell the pictures elsewhere.
Hmm.
Max, you sure you want to be known as an ambulance chaser?
Is that the kind of rep you're trying to build?
Well, like you've never cooked the books?
Don't get high and mighty. We're bonding here.
All right, okay. You're right. You're right.
But if she wants the money fast, she's gotta bring the price down.
- What could Vernon afford? - 50 grand.
Why don't you shit in my shrimp cocktail while you're at it?
You're gonna have to do better than that.
- 75. - 300.
- 100. - 150.
Two... wait.
Just like that, 150?
- That was easy. - I'll bring the offer to my client.
In the meantime, how about we order another round
and double-fist this baby?
- Let's get three. - Let's do it.
Amanda!
Come on. Come on.
That's 10.
- Fucking A, man. - Yeah. Thank you, T.
Spencer, you kidding me, man?
Cut a deal with Father Time or something? Wow.
I knew I'd find you here.
Hey, by the way, real quick, my bad.
I didn't show up to your big shindig the other night.
- You didn't miss a thing. - That's not what I hear.
Ah, man, I got something for you, though.
What do you got?
Are you interested in an exclusive?
Always. On you?
No, no, no. I got something way more juicy.
What could possibly be juic...
Come on, man, you're not actually gonna try
and sell me Ricky the motherfucker, are you?
Ricky the football player, Jay.
Ricky the motherfucking football player.
Come on, Spence. Why would I possibly do this?
Why? Because if there's a man alive to tell the real story, it's you.
Listen, Ricky's made some mistakes, but he has heart, okay?
And plus, I've got some inside shit for you
that's gonna make this a must-see.
I'm out here to raise your ratings.
Yeah, thank you, Mr. Nielsen. I appreciate it.
If I do this, no publicist,
no PR guys, he doesn't get lawyered up, nothing.
I want the real Ricky.
His career's on the line
and the only card that he has left to play is the truth.
And you're gonna get the truth.
- You got it. Done. - My man.
Hey, what's happening with Littlefield's contract?
One exclusive at a time, Jay.
- Don't hold me back. Come on. - Can't give you everything.
Okay, listen, the moment that comes in, you got the story.
Holding you to that. And right now I need a little work in the gym.
What do you say, a couple rounds with me?
- You good? - You ain't ready for Spencey again.
I'm a little 5'7" Jewish guy.
- Come on, let's go. - All right, all right.
- Glove him up. Let's go. - Fuck.
Only two texts in two days?
He just needs to get his head straight.
I don't want him coming back home still thinking there's something better out there.
Letting him leave was the worst thing you could have done.
Ball players don't need freedom.
They need structure, discipline.
You need to have they junk in your hand
ready to squeeze like you about to open up a lemonade stand
and they nuts providing the juice.
Charles isn't like that.
All those years on the road,
all those groupies and temptation,
he never stepped out on me.
- You sure about that? - Trust me.
He is on Spencer's couch right now crying about how much he misses me,
hoping I'll let his ass come home.
Hey, I'm curious.
Did you and Amy ever go out?
You see, in trying to teach her how to love...
Why, are you jealous?
Theo learns about his own self.
How to forgive and move on.
How to heal.
That shit's complex.
And don't even get me started on ScarJo.
That is one talented lady.
Bitch should have been nominated.
Yo.
You hit too much of this Loud?
Dude, if you ain't careful, this Loud shit can be crazy.
I think my shoes are wet.
Are your shoes wet?
Dude, we gotta get you some air.
Man, let's get you some air.
My shoes are wet!
We gotta get you some air.
Come on. Let's go.
Okay, we're good.
That's disgusting. She wants me to go meet...
All right, gentlemen, time's up.
Where's your boy?
Uh, let me go get him.
He's putting on his game face. He's ready to roll.
- Rick, you all right in there? - I ain't doing it!
Nope!
We already discussed this. Can't wait another day.
You know what? I changed my mind.
I ain't doing this Oprah shit. No fucking way.
- I'm gonna get crushed. - Calm down. Listen. Look at me. Look at me.
You're already getting fucking crushed.
We gotta do this, brother. We gotta do it.
No, no, no. No fucking... I can't do it, man.
Fuck, Miami can cut me. I'm gonna go work for Charles, man.
- No. No. No. - Okay, all right, all right.
- No, no. Sit the fuck down. - No, no, I can't... no!
- Shh, sit the fuck down. - Wait, wait, wait.
- Fuck this. Fuck this. - Sit down. No, no, no.
Sit the fuck down. Sit the fuck down.
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
First I burn a personal favor with Siefert
to bring you in to play for the Dolphins
because you knocked out some asshole in the club.
Now I got Jay Glazer out here, who's ready to do a live exclusive
to repair the damage that you've already done to your image
after you decided to nail your teammate's mom.
- That was an accident. You know that. - No, no, no, no.
But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
I'm breaking my fucking back for you, Rick.
- This has to happen. - I'm scared.
What are you scared of?
The end.
You know the end.
Okay. Okay.
This ain't the end.
And this interview isn't just about saving your career.
I'm pissed that the world doesn't know who the real Ricky Jarret is.
The one who eats huevos rancheros
at El Pub four days a week.
The one who takes his mom to church on Sundays.
The one who put a complete stranger through college.
The Ricky Jarret who read every single Harry Potter book.
They're underrated.
They are.
They're under-fucking-rated, okay?
The guy who cracks me up all the time.
Why? Because he is who he is at all times.
No bullshit.
No fucking filter.
Just Ricky Jarret.
I want you to go out there, own that shit.
Show the world who the real Ricky Jarret is.
Chuck, security called.
Your wife blew through the front gate.
- She's coming in the house. - What?!
- Charles! - Gotta get the fuck up out of here.
Charles!
I know your ass is here.
Charles!
What the fuck are you doing?
Hey.
I'm sorry, baby.
I just want to come home. This ain't me.
I swear to God, I don't even know who you are anymore.
Neither do I.
They got some people in there smoking weed all day.
- Weed? - They got this nasty freak room.
- Girls playing with themselves and... - What?
Yeah. I just want to come home, baby.
Can I come home, please?
This nasty.
- Please? - Yes. Baby, come on.
- Yeah? - Yes. Come down.
- Yeah? - Come to Mama, baby.
I'll take care of you, baby. Come on.
Oh, baby, I love you.
Mmm.
Mm, I love you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Damn right your ass is sorry.
It's about time you get back to who you really are.
Oh, my God!
I'm in the love pond.
Oh, shit! Oh, it got in my mouth.
All right, Ricky, we have a new season.
With that, you have a new team.
Just finished up OTAs, so it's really the first time
you've had a chance to fully be with your new teammates.
- How'd you fit in? - Like a glove, man.
It's beautiful out there. A lot of love.
- All good, man. - A lot of love?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Okay, if it's all love, I'm gonna ask you this...
Excuse me, Jay, but I need to get something off my chest.
- The floor is yours. - Thank you, sir.
If we had snipers on the roof, now would be a good time to take the shot.
I want to sincerely apologize for the trouble
this very brief encounter with Miss Cooley caused the fans.
I want to apologize to Mr. Ross, the entire organization,
you know, my teammates, and most importantly Alonzo.
I had no idea she was...
You know, they were family.
- Ah, ah. I'm gonna stop you right there. - Okay.
You've been in this league long enough to know that there's only a couple of things
that are truly taboo inside a locker room, right?
- Yeah. - Okay, that one right there, that one tops the list.
Well, yeah, I... listen, I love my moms, all right?
I love my moms.
And if I ever found myself in Alonzo's position,
I'd have a big problem with it, too. Believe me.
But Alonzo, to his credit, he stood up.
So Alonzo had to step up?
Approached me like a man and we were able to work it out.
We worked it out like grown-ups.
How are you guys now?
Outstanding. We're great.
Brothers-in-arms, man.
You tried to buy Alonzo's number,
the number 18, from him, right? Why?
Well, you know, I wore it in high school
and that was my number in college as well.
Nobody offers somebody $40,000
just for a number that you wore in high school and college.
- What's the story? - I don't know. It's just a number.
That's more than most people make in a year in this country, right?
What does that number mean to you?
You want to cut to the chase?
It is the only reason I am here.
- Well, let's cut to the chase, Jay. - Let's do it.
All right, well, this ain't about the number 18.
This about the number 81.
Number 81? How are we on 81?
My father played pro ball.
He did for about nine years.
Wait, wait, wait.
All this time you've played, we've covered you,
this is the first time we're ever hearing you had a dad who played in the league?
He took off on me and my moms before I was born.
Doesn't make me a special case, though.
Most guys I know, shoot, they come from single-parent homes.
But I used to watch him every Sunday on TV and emulate his style.
I wanted to be like my father.
Until I got old enough to understand
what he had done, and then I got angry.
Have you ever tried to reach out to him?
Reach out?
Did many a times.
He never once accepted a call,
a letter, an email.
Nothing.
He chose not to know me.
He chose not to know me when I won a state title.
He chose not to know me when I won a national title.
He chose not to know me when I got drafted.
He wanted nothing to do with me after all of that.
He wanted nothing to do with me.
So this number...
You see it?
This number.
This number represents the man I am on and off the field.
My dad wore 81.
So I took the number 18 to flip the script.
I swore a long time ago I'd never take the field
wearing a jersey that didn't say anything but "fuck you, Dad"
on the front and back.
We are nothing alike.
Ricky motherfucking Jarret.
- You good? - I'm great.
- Was I fair? - You were and I killed it, so...
You guys know about the dad?
That I wasn't expecting.
Outstanding. You looked like a movie star.
- So proud of you. - Just me being me, baby.
Up next, "Live with Kelly and Ricky."
Watch your back, Michael Strahan.
I wouldn't go that far. Let's slow it down.
I'm gonna call Siefert and tell him to set his DVR.
- So proud of you. - Thank you. Good idea. Do that.
Bella.
Bella. B-Bella!
Bella!
Bella. Bella. Bella, it's gonna be different now.
- It's gonna be different now. - I'm happy for you, Ricky. I really am.
You apologized to everyone but me, and now I gotta go.
But are you...
I promise it's gonna be different now.
- I gotta go. I gotta go. - Babe, don't do that.
I gotta go.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Shit!
Yeah, I'm not gonna fit in this thing.
Just relax, Mr. Strasmore.
I was sparring with Jay Glazer the other day
and he punched me in the head hard at least five or 10 times.
That's probably gonna impact the result of this thing.
- We should reschedule. - It won't. Just lie down.
Think about nice things.
It'll all be over soon.
What the fuck kind of thing is that to say to somebody?
I mean the test.
It's funny you mentioned Jay Glazer.
You see the interview with Ricky Jarret yesterday?
Whew. God damn.
Was it that bad?
It was that good.
That brother's got some boulders on him.
I love that motherfucker.
Well, what's not to love?