-Previously onThe Game... -Field was the top-rated
high school player in the nation before he went to jail
-for sexual assault. -When Raquel and I
first met, we, like, hated each other.
Almost came to blows over a guy.
That's your ex-girlfriend Allison, right?
-Do you still love her? -TASHA: My cash is on lock,
-I need a float. -Let's say 51% interest
in your agency.
Fellas, the union said we don't have enough owner votes
to secure lifetime health care.
Either we play or we strike.
If those boys strike, I will pay for my losses
by selling off the Tasha Mack Agency.
♪ You deserve it, baby♪
♪ You deserve it, ah♪
♪ And I'm gonna give it to you♪
♪ 'Cause you'll be shining♪
♪ So bright...♪
[humming]
Baby! It's almost time.
Turn the TV on.
[humming]
[phone chimes]
[humming]
Round two, that's what I like.
-That's what I like. -Good morning.
Best... morning... ever.
-Mm. -How you doin'?
COMMENTATOR: That's right, it's draft day.
-It's time, it's time! -The day that changes lives.
We're live here in St. Louis,
and we'll have continuing coverage
of the 2017 pro football draft.
[overlapping shouts]
♪ Yeah, yeah, I been♪
♪ Clawing my way up the mountain♪
♪ Gave myself obstacles that I'm still countin'♪
♪ Better yet, I drive like a caddy♪
♪ For a heavyweight, nothing will ever stop me♪
♪ Any given day, I can promise you...♪
Yo, Tee Tee, give 'em that good-good, dawg.
Gotcha.
♪ No cap, that's just facts♪
All right, here's one signed photo
of MVP Malik Wright, phone number's on the back.
Don't forget me, Pee Pee.
You want a Jason Pitts, that'll be ten bucks.
-What? You trippin'. -All right, I'm done, we out,
time to bounce, here you go. Jason, you coming?
Nah, I'm gonna give the fans a little more of this.
Whoo, you feel this buzz, baby? They love me. Whoo!
Yes, next stop, Billionaire Boys' Club.
Watch, babe. In three years, that's gonna be me.
Mm-hmm, yeah, and I'll be right by your side.
Cheer like crazy at your first game.
-Oh, you will, will you? -Yeah, damn right.
I gotta get those groupies off my prom king.
Hey, I ain't gonna have no groupies.
-[knocking on door] -You are gonna have groupies.
Please-- that's room service.
Thank God, I am starving.
Ah.
-You look good. -[knocking on door]
Coming, coming, coming-coming-coming.
-Police, don't move. -What?
We're looking for Allison Morris.
She's... over...
Hey, what are you doing?
♪
All right, check it-- double sponsorship.
Triple Phatty's. Keep a 10% ROI.
Malik Wright Enterprises'll hit a billion dollars in ten years.
Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
But the key is your new contract.
It needs to set the market.
Boy, that's what I'm talking about right here, Tee Tee.
Man, you done outdid yourself this time, dawg.
I'm proud of you, brother.
[sobbing]
You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that.
-Negro-- -Now I can go in peace.
-[chuckling] -What's this?
Dawg, you quitting?
Ally's pregnant.
We gonna move to Dallas and be closer to her mom.
I'm gonna be a daddy, Malik.
Like I said, brother, I'm proud of you, man.
Wasting my time with a bogus missing persons report.
I don't understand, if she's not in trouble,
-why can't I take her home? -It's okay.
-Let's go. -Um, I'll call you later.
Officer Keys, I know what you're thinking.
But it was just prom, man, we're kids.
Yeah. Kids are stupid.
I got four. They're all dumb as a rock.
But none of them have as much to lose as you.
♪
Of all the jerks in all the game,
who'd ever thought we'd be in business together?
Jerks aside,
I wouldn't call you buying my agency being "in business."
Oh, tomato-potato, look, but at the end of the day,
this deal's gonna make you rich.
It's gonna make me stupid rich.
Well, while the lawyers are finishing up, we should
go celebrate; maybe you can suck my toes again
-for old time's sake. -Ha! You know,
let me check-- hey-hey, Pook?
Yeah, Rick wanna put his junk in my trunk, that cool?
Mention his name again, and the deal's off.
Oh, too late, no backsies, all right?
Now, look, Rick, while I am turning your agency
into a cash cow... what you gonna do?
Why you getting out?
Well, what if I said it was because of you?
Every time I do a deal, I think we should be doing it together.
Oh, come on now, see, here you go.
I know. [chuckling]
I bought six Mercedes dealerships in the Bahamas.
-Ooh. -Move home.
Find a girl. Put Tasha Mack in my rearview.
[chuckling] Look, I'm gonna take real good care
of your clients, all right, but that rearview mirror shit?
Not happening.
Ain't a man alive can forget this coochie.
Best believe that! [laughing]
♪ ...like my name is Busta Rhymes♪
♪ King Kong with the beast that wears these crowns is mine♪
♪ Pull out the spring now, none of these suckas can sing ♪
♪ Drop beats on your head like bop-boom-boom-boom-bing♪
Okay, I think this is enough signed swag.
Hey, yo, Britt, I gotta give it up.
I did not think that you could get us in here.
Mm-hmm, yeah, that's 100% grade-A fire.
-Salud. -Salud.
Don't you think you've had enough?
Mm-mm. There's no such thing.
Okay, well, try to stay sober.
Because I put my entire tuition on this.
Oh, 30 G's on vodka, that's gangster.
Nah, forging her dad's signature on swag,
that's gangster; this is smart.
With my vodka, your marketing plan,
and a Jason Pitts endorsement,
-we'll make a mint. -Yeah, well, we'd better.
Or my dad'll kill me, and I'll get kicked out
of college, so...
-Salud. -Salud.
Our fake-ass Kim Kardashian got daddy issues.
-[chuckling] -[laughing] Rich bitch.
-Yo, Rebec'. -Hey, Malik.
-[laughing] -Dude,
I miss you too, Malik,
and to commemorate our final draft day...
-What's that? -That's a 20-year-old promise.
Ooh, you got Beyoncé's panty size?
No, she's a size six.
-Halle Berry's? -Malik, focus.
Shannon Dixon?
She's here in St. Louis,
and that's her address.
-Yo, but it's Shannon Dixon! -So?
The only girl you never cheated on!
And that'll never happen again, J.T.
You cried three days after she stood you up
-at the Sadie Hawkins Dance. -That's what I get for dating
a saditty-ass college girl when I was in high school.
She's a lawyer. Owns her own home.
And she's single.
Don't you wanna know why she left?
-Why she never called? -Tee Tee, all I want
is my deal to close and a draft day smash
-to celebrate, baby. -Yeah, well,
I gotta go get another drink, man.
Ah, hasta la vista.
Excellent. My dad's on the way.
So, where is Ghetto J.Lo and her overdone hair?
She has this thing with her mom, they talk
every week, same time.
Some girls need Mommy's permission to be bad,
but... I don't.
-Oh? -Mm-hmm.
[laughing]
Okay, let's finish this later.
-We'll finish this later. -Hey-o!
There's my dad. There he is.
I got you in the draft for your school project.
I don't want you getting drafted.
Who's the...
[chuckling] ...man-child all over my baby girl right now?
Daddy, this is Xavier.
His family owns the vodka company
-you're promoting. -I'm a big fan.
Thanks for doing this.
About that... um, look,
you guys pay me enough to, like, eat at McDonald's,
but McDonald's pays me more to eat Big Macs,
and they don't want me pushing vodka.
Family man, what can I say?
I'm a fry guy, and I don't wanna make them grimace.
Dad, the launch is tonight. What are we supposed to do?
I'm glad you asked, I sent your professor
an autographed jersey-- guarantees you an A-plus.
Man-child, keep it in your trousers.
You told him it was a class project?
Xavier, I will fix it, okay, I swear, just...
Yeah, you'd better, or we'll both be broke,
and your dad'll find out the type of lying-ass thief
he has for a daughter.
♪
-Hey. -Hey.
I got Jenny's call. Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. My parents took my phone,
and... they're at a brunch,
and I snuck out, and I'm not going back.
Whoa, hey, slow down, what's going on?
Jamison, we need to go.
What do you mean "go"? Go where?
Anywhere, I-- I stopped by the bank,
and I emptied my savings account,
and we can drive to Canada, and we can just figure
-things out from there. Yes. -Canada?
Allison, why would we go to Canada?
Because I love you, and I have never
seen my father this angry before.
Okay, all right, babe, I think we're overreacting.
-No, he freaked me out. -Just a bit-- baby,
I don't even speak French.
-That's not... -[chuckling]
You're overreacting, come on, let me get your bag.
I'm not overreacting...
Come on, just-- just sit down, just sit down.
We're gonna stay right here.
I'm gonna graduate, I'm gonna spend the whole summer
loving you, and then I'm gonna go to Alabama
to become the best football player ever.
-Okay? -Okay.
All right.
Uh, I meant to give you this last night.
We were having too much fun.
-Your championship ring? -Yeah.
-Oh, I can't. -Yes you can.
Just give it back in two years
when you're a freshman at Bama.
-[sniffling] -Hey, baby, baby, baby.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I don't think I could ever love anything
as much as I love you.
Well, then, if you love me,
say it.
[chuckling] Stop it.
Nah, mm-mm, I love you.
I just proved it.
If you love me, then say it.
-Roll tide. -Oh, yeah, that's my girl.
-Say it again. -Roll tide.
Oh, say it like you mean it, woman.
-Roll tide. -Roll tide.
[chuckling]
J, dawg, if I'm-a win another chip,
I'm-a need my blind side protected,
-that's the bottom line. -Hey, I need Kelly
to stop fasting from sex on Tuesdays.
Will she? I don't know. You know why?
Because just like who the Sabers take with the fifth pick,
-it's not my call! -Malik Wright!
-Mr. MVP. -Ha ha, Chance Worley,
the new union king, what's up, baby?
As the face of the league, I could really use your help
with these upcoming CBA negotiations.
Hell yeah, dawg, count me all the way in.
At least somebody value my opinion around here.
Thank you, my brother. Jason, sorry I missed you
-at Judd Cole's pro day. -Who, me?
Nah, I don't-- I don't do pro days.
-But-- -Good talk, Chance, be gone.
-Sorry, but-- -Be gone.
Judd Cole?
Why the hell are we looking at a quarterback, Jason?
-Hey-- hey-- hey-- -Hey-- hey-- hey--
Hey-- hey!
You said this was your last deal, right?
So you sign a two-year contract,
the kid learns under the best, it's a win-win!
Two years? Man, that's some bullshit, dawg.
Look, if it was
my call, I'd have you around forever, you're--
you're like my work wife. You put rings on it, bro.
For me, it's till death do us part.
Or you retire, or you get traded,
-or you get fat-- -You know what, I'm about
to walk away from you, because I'm starting to feel like
-I'm getting played. -You could get hurt.
You could start popping pills again, drinking, we don't know
-what's gonna happen. -Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Garret Evans.
Rick.
Let me introduce you to Tasha Mack.
One of the best agents I know.
Oh, it's an honor, Ms. Mack.
Call me Tasha, all my clients do.
Mama, yo, I need you
to get me out of San Diego, and I mean right now.
Except for my son, who doesn't care
when I'm working. Malik, this is Garret Evans.
-Oh, I know. -My man.
Malik, go and get one of those corndog...
stick thingies while Tasha and Garret get acquainted.
Oh, yeah. They're delicious-- oh!
Oh, Mama, I mean it, I want out of San Diego now.
-Please. -Okay, Malik, damn.
Kids. [laughing]
So, how does it feel knowing you're about to be
-a top ten pick? -Oh, that's very kind of you,
but I'm not projected to go top ten.
Well, I've never been your agent.
When Mama gets a feelin', Mama's never wrong.
Apologies for my tardiness,
but the St. Louis Airport is very lacking.
-Oh. -Ms. Mack, this is
Nelson Evans, my father. Dad, this is Miss...
Latasha Sojourner Mack,
soon to be the owner of The Rick Fox Agency.
Ooh, look at that. Worldwide known.
[laughing] Listen, Mr. Evans,
I was just telling Garret how excited I am
-to represent him. -Yes...
I assume that will be problematic
since you're not a real agent?
Well, I would think that my clients
as well as my bank account would disagree.
What I mean is you're not certified-- thus, not real.
An ostrich with a mane is not a lion.
What the hell you just call me?
It's a proverb, Ms. Mack, it's his thing.
Dad, what is this?
It's important that everyone know facts
before making decisions.
-What the hell is this? -It's a background check,
and list of certified agents which you will need to be
in order to negotiate on behalf of my son.
[laughing] This...
this some fake news.
This news is most certainly real.
My people are thorough. So when you're certified,
we can talk about you representing my son.
Mr. Evans, today is not about me.
-Okay? It's about Garret. -Mm.
But I can guarantee you that, as his agent,
he'll be the first defensive player off that board.
Ms. Mack, will you excuse us?
My father and I have a lot to discuss.
Asshole.
You wanted to help me, but why embarrass
Ms. Mack in that way?
It's better to know the truth than to live a lie.
Besides, she'll be fine.
Skin is thicker than a rhino's ass.
Would you make up your mind?
Is she an ostrich or a rhino?
Look, I don't know how the hell this happened,
but you gotta fix it before it leaks.
Fixing it.
Hey, Tash, heads up,
Malik found out about the Sabers offer.
-I know. -Got a weird feeling, you know?
Could be indigestion, I don't know, I--
-I had vegan Thai for lunch. -Look, not now, Jason.
Tasha, you're not certified because you didn't graduate
-from high school? -[laughing]
-How the hell did this happen? -I don't know.
Irv said that it was handled.
You left it up to douchebag Irv?
Hey, hey, Irv might be a douchebag,
but he's my douchebag, you show some damn respect, Foxy.
What is this?
Are you the son I groomed to run an empire
or a rastafarian?
You could've been a barrister like your brother,
or a neurosurgeon like your sister,
-but no, you-- -Not this again.
So you want your sister to examine your brain
for CTE once you die?
Would you listen to yourself? You sound ridiculous.
Yes, and you're a fool. Lord knows we don't need money,
but you love the game, right?
Well, if so then why hand your career over to a woman
who can't even get a GED?
Is it too much to ask for one day?
Huh, Dad? I'm being drafted.
And if you can't be here for me, then... just leave.
-Tasha, I trusted you. -Okay...
Tasha, my clients trust me.
-Okay. -Tasha--
Look, Rick, I'm gonna fix it.
Okay? I'm gonna make it right, I promise.
Okay, before the draft starts,
or the deal's off, and I'm up shit's creek
-without a row-y thingy. -An oar.
Paddle. The word he couldn't think of is "paddle."
Hey, while I have you,
I just wanna run some numbers by you
about Malik's deal, okay?
So, we got one plus one equals you don't know
because you didn't graduate high school.
Asshole.
You got your middle school diploma, right?
Yeah, whatever, fuck you.
[sighing] Look,
oh, God, there's no way I'm gonna get certified
in three hours, okay,
dirty tricks got me here.
Maybe they'll save me.
I want intimate details on every team owner,
-and I want 'em now. -I'm on it.
We are back in St. Louis at the 2017 pro football draft,
and we're following a number of breaking stories,
-including the... -So, now your son
was prom king last night.
It was kind of nice.
She's right. You should go.
But not with her.
You need to leave that girl alone.
Mommy, I am not leaving Allison.
So can we just enjoy the draft party?
Hmm? Can we do that?
-[sighing] -Oh, you cute.
This isn't a joke.
You done with high school ball,
so them white folks, they done with you.
Now, once you get to campus, they can protect you.
Okay, so what do you want me to do, huh, Mom?
Just up and leave?
You just got clean. You need me here.
What I need you to do...
is pack your bags
and head to Tuscaloosa right now.
Okay, Mom...
I don't need to run.
We didn't do anything wrong.
We rarely do, baby.
And it never seems to matter.
♪
I don't know what the hell I'm looking for,
I just know I'm gonna know it when I see it.
I have Bombardier...
Cessna, Embraer. What the hell are these?
Private jets, rite of passage, means they made it to the club.
Ooh! Closest thing I got to a jet is Jet Magazine.
At least you get the centerfold.
I used to love those in college.
No college... that's it.
Keep eating.
Yo... you think your pops can get us
into the VIP after party? Apollo Maze is performing--
-I love him. -Oh, my gosh, A,
we're not friends, we never will be,
so you can stop pretending. B, here.
All-access VIP? How'd you get this?
-I stole it. -With enemies like you,
-who needs friends? -It's to hype up
the vodka, sweetie, because I just landed
a really big celebrity to replace my dad.
-Oh, really, who? -Dominique Wilkins!
-Oh, my God. -Xavier, I didn't know
-you two had met. -We just did.
This vodka is gonna be huge.
X, see you at the after party.
I will see you at the after party, shots on me.
-Deal. -[laughing]
Me and the human highlight film
just made him the face of Clutch Vodka.
[laughing] Oh, we did it!
-I am so relieved. -No, I did.
And I had to triple his fee, so... you're out.
[scoffs] That's bullshit, X.
You wouldn't have Dominique Wilkins
if it wasn't for me, and I will sue your ass.
That's fine by me. Just make sure
you show the judge the contract that you never signed.
-You wouldn't. -I think I just did.
Come on, Raq, we got vodka to sell.
Nah, listen, I'm no fan of Little Miss Rich Girl,
but this ain't right, X.
Put on your big girl panties, Raq.
-This is real life. -You keep talking like that,
you ain't never getting up in these panties again.
Hold up, wait, I'm sorry-- you're sleeping with him, too?
Wait, hold up, you?
You know what?
Take it up with HR.
You're both fired. I'll take that.
Oh, shit, wait-- no-no-no, I need that money,
-it's for my mom's-- -Hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, it's okay, it's not over because
you have access to his passwords.
You ran his social media, right?
Yeah, so?
So, if we work together,
we might be able to beat this creep
at his own game, if you're down.
Word.
Pussy power.
Come on now, damn.
COLONEL: She's all right, Bobby.
Damn, Bobby.
Hey, I see you got my note, huh?
Not many people know my nickname.
Well, that's what happens when you're born on Easter,
-Mr. Cottontail. -Ms. Mack,
you've obviously done your homework,
and I'm obviously busy.
-What can I do you for? -Well, homework
is something that we both have in common.
Neither of us did much, since we both quit high school.
-Yes, I did. -Mm-hmm.
Life got in the way.
Yeah, well, for me it was a nine-pound,
six-ounce bundle of joy
who I now represent as the top QB in your league.
But in about an hour, all of that can change,
because of you and 31 of your best friends.
Forgive me, but I'm completely lost.
You see, you can be an owner without a diploma,
but I can't be an agent without one.
Y'all made that rule,
and it sucks worse than a ho on heroin.
Ha! You...
you remind me of Sarah, my third wife.
Oh, was she a hardworking genius, too?
Not quite the resemblance I had in mind.
Ah, yeah, I heard you like dipping into the chocolate.
Let's keep it cool, Colonel.
I'll try.
What exactly is it you're asking of me, Ms. Mack?
Being an agent gave me purpose, an identity.
It... made me a halfway decent mom.
So I'm asking you...
not to take that away from me.
Or to at least use some of your good ol' boy privilege
to help me keep it.
Hmm.
COMMENTATOR: ...the Fighting Fury, this is pre-coverage
of the 2017 pro football draft.
We are here with Garret Evans, defensive back from Stanford.
I have to ask, do you have any words of wisdom
for kids out there dreaming of being Garret Evans?
EVANS: I do. It's better to be a fly
who eats cow dung than a cow who eats caviar.
COMMENTATOR: I have no idea what he said,
but it sounded great with that accent, right?
Well, actually it's-- it's a proverb
-from my father. -Really?
It means "be who you are and always do right,
even if those around you think you're just eating shit."
-[car horn honking] -COMMENTATOR: Whoa.
Do we have a five-second delay here, guys?
I guess they can swear on-camera in England.
-Sorry about that... -That's all right.
Again, we are here with Garret Evans
here in St. Louis. Pre-game coverage of the draft
for the 2017 pro football season.
Bobby, right? Man, you act like you don't remember me.
-Hey, Ms. Mack. -Hey.
I got an urgent message from Malik.
-What? -"Ma, get me out of San Diego,
-or you're fired." -Hmm, fired, that's fresh.
-So, where the hell is he? -I think he snuck off
-to see Shannon. -Shannon who?
I found Shannon Dixon here in town.
I think he went to re-crack that code.
♪
[soft chatter]
Malik?
What are you doing here?
What I should've done a long time ago.
♪
[music stops abruptly]
TASHA: Tee Tee, what the hell is wrong with you?
The last time he saw that girl, she put a spell on him,
-he quit football. -Yeah, I know, Ms. Mack.
But since we've been kids, Malik's been crying out
for respect. Now, he sees it as money and power.
Ever think the respect he needs can only be found
away from football?
Maybe with someone like Shannon?
-Just think about it. -Ugh...
Cottontail, what's the verdict?
[chuckling] Bad news, Tasha.
The owners won't budge. The rule stays.
So the pregnant Black girl loses again, huh?
Well, not quite.
The rule remains, but I was able to get you
six months to comply.
Meanwhile, you keep your clients.
Ha! So you're sayin' I got homework to do.
I'm sure you'll get straight A's, Tasha.
Oh! Summa Cum thank-you Laude!
-Congratulations, but... -What?
What do I get in return?
You know, my favorite part of Easter is the chocolate bunnies.
I'm-a pretend I didn't hear that.
But rumor has it
your defense could use a little help.
How'd you like to get the fifth pick
-to take care of that? -You can make this happen?
It's Black girl magic, you damn right I can.
Let's talk.
[laughing] I like that. Let's talk about it.
Give 'em what you got at practice today, okay?
I love you.
Love you, babe.
-[engine starts] -We are back in St. Louis,
home of the Fighting Fury, with free coverage
of the 2017 pro football draft.
Hey, bud, I need you to swap an ad for me--
Oh, excuse me, sorry, first of all, his name is Phil.
Phil's a good friend of mine. Secondly, Phil is obligated
to run the ad that I paid for.
Phil, you're not sleeping
-with Xavier too, are you? -Not yet, girl.
Well, you gotta see this because it's good, look.
Those kinky videos come in handy, huh?
-[laughing] -MAN: Here we go.
Coming back from commercial. Five, four...
It's the little leather diaper for me.
-How'd you fit that? -You wouldn't.
Welcome to the 2017
pro football draft, brought to you
by Mercedes-Benz,
Hank's Hot Chicken, and Light and Lovely Hair Care.
Oh, I wouldn't, but Phil would.
Upload's in progress.
BRITTANY: For millions of people to see.
How much?
My two grand, her 30, pay up.
You know what-- you know what, on second thought,
we don't have a contract, right? Like you said,
so Raq, I don't know, could your mom use four grand?
Oh, she could definitely use four grand.
Hell, why don't we make it five grand
-for your troubles? -Plus five grand for me.
And then throw an extra grand in there for Phil,
so that makes 41 grand, and I take Cash App.
[laughing]
-Okay. -[chuckling]
[register chimes]
Way to put on your big boy diapers, X.
That are leather.
[laughing]
-[laughter] -We did it!
-[indistinct shouting]
God, you are amazing.
I used to not like you, but I think you're pretty cool.
I mean, you all right.
[door opens]
Thank you. Mr. Morris.
Jamison Fields. Come on in, have a seat.
-[clears throat] -Thank you for seeing me, sir.
Um... I want to apologize for last night.
Last night, we were terrified.
We thought Allison was hurt or worse.
ANNOUNCER: Miami selects Toby Martin,
defensive tackle, Maryland.
[cheering and applause]
He don't get here soon, he's gonna miss the whole thing.
Tee Tee, just calm down, he gonna be here, all right?
Here he is. Where you been? I've been calling you.
I've been leaving the past in the past, Tee Tee.
All right, Mama, Sabers about to make their select.
-Where my trade at? -Just watch, baby.
ANNOUNCER: San Diego has traded the fifth pick to St. Louis.
Sir, I love Allison.
And I have the utmost respect for you and Ms. Morris.
Um, we were just two kids who wanted to go to prom,
but unfortunately we did it the wrong way,
and for that, I am very sorry.
If you respected us,
you wouldn't have taken Allison's virginity
in the hotel room.
That's what happened, right?
You made my little girl a woman last night?
Uh...
it-- it wasn't like that.
Did you or did you not sleep with my daughter?
Yes, I did, but...
like I said, we're in love.
-In love? -Yes.
-You're a teenager. -Yes.
And once I'm drafted, I give you my word,
I'll-- I'll take care of her, I'll marry her.
I'll-- I'll give her the world.
Thank you, Jamison.
It took guts coming here.
-Yeah. -And with the fifth pick
of the 2017 pro football draft,
the St. Louis Fighting Fury select Garret Evans,
defensive back.
[cheering and applause]
-Mom, what's going on? -Ms. Mack worked her magic.
She got St. Louis and San Diego to make a deal.
-What? -Sabers stepped up, baby.
Four years, $100 million.
-Fully guaranteed. -Fully guaranteed?
-Whoo! -Every damn dime!
Happy for you. It's your hometown.
These are the fans you're gonna be playing for.
-Hold the shirt up. -Hey! We're doing it!
But you know, that little girl upstairs,
that's my life,
and it's my job to protect her.
Which is why you will never see Allison again.
Gentlemen?
By the way... thanks for the confession.
-Confession? -Jamison Fields, you're under
-arrest for statutory rape. -Rape?
You have the right to remain silent.
-Rape? What do you mean "rape"? -Anything you say can and will
-be used against you-- -Hold on, hold on... listen,
Mr. Morris, I didn't rape Allison!
I didn't rape Allison, that's my girlfriend, I love her!
-You understand these rights? -No, I don't understand--
I didn't rape-- no-no-no, I didn't rape her!
-Don't make this worse. -What're you talking about?
-I didn't rape her! -Jamison?
Allison, Allison, they're saying that I--
Jamison-- please, stop, what did you do?
-Let him go, please! -I didn't rape you, Allison!
He didn't do anything! He didn't do anything!
-I told you nothing happened. -Calm down, calm down.
-Fuck you! -Allison?
[laughing]
Billionaire Boys' Club, here I come, baby!
-Whoo! -Whoo!
You know what I'm gonna do to celebrate?
Tonight, I'm gonna have sex
with a record five women.
And I'm gonna let you watch, Tee Tee.
-Oh, God. -Come on, Malik.
I got a baby on the way.
You know I can't engage in such acts.
-Unless I can record it. -Well, get your camera
with your slow ass. Come on, baby!
That's nasty, okay? You wrap up my investment.
Well, you know, maybe, maybe not.
-Wrap it up. -Bring you some grandkids
home, Mama... [laughing]
I just can't quit you.
-I can't do it. -My man.
Today! Hey, I'm proud of you, brother.
-Thank you, brother. -Big ups, Lik.
That new deal makes you even more powerful to the union.
Yeah, my man, and, uh... speaking of that,
I'm-a have to play it smart with this new deal.
Uh, okay, I don't get it.
I just did my part for the union by getting
Malik's first fully guaranteed contract.
Yes, but that's not enough.
Look, the owners are unified.
We need you, Lik.
To whom much is given, much is required.
Oh... yeah, I got that fortune cookie once too,
but dawg, for right now, Malik's looking out for Malik.
Deuces. [laughing]
Whoo!
-Aah! That's right, my nigga! -I told you!
When Mama got a feeling, you'd better listen.
Fifth overall? Come on.
You certainly know this game.
Oh, yeah, look, this is just the beginning.
I got endorsements lined up
that're gonna blow your bloody mind.
Actually, Ms. Mack, I'm going with another agent.
I'm sorry, I got bad hearing, it sounded to me like,
after I done moved mountains
for you and your rude-ass father, you're shitting on me.
Yes, my father is rude.
But his methods work.
I need an agent with all their ducks in a row,
and sadly that's not you.
Ladies.
Oh... you and your daddy call me one more animal,
oh, we gonna have a problem, Lenny Kravitz.
-You good? -Yeah.
Just the life of an agent.
In honor of a deal that's officially closed,
to the new owner of The Rick Fox Agency.
Yes, the Tasha Mack Mega-Agency.
Pow-pow, motherfuckin' pow.
Mmm.
I'm gonna miss you, Tasha Mack.
It's the cooch, Rick. Sucks you in.
Never lets go.
Take care of yourself.
Yeah-- mm.
Take care of my agency.
This is my legacy.
They'd have to pry it away from my cold, dead hands
to take it.
♪ Recognize that the grind don't stop...♪
♪ Best believe I get a lot♪
♪ On my rise to the top, my rise to the top♪
♪ My rise to the top♪
♪ My rise to the top, my rise to the top♪
♪ On the grind...♪
[all booing]
Loan's due in 48 hours.
Cash transfers only.
♪
♪ My rise to the top, my rise to the top♪
♪ My rise to the top♪
♪ My rise to the top, my rise to the top.♪
Send the jet for Porscha.
I need a full financial assessment.
Call Candice and have her to meet us at Malik's.
-On it. -Hey, I have Paxton
on the line, he doesn't think that 48 hours
-is enough. -The hell it isn't.
You tell him to get his ass to Vegas now.
And cancel everything for the next two days.
Colonel wants a fight...
I'll bury his ass alive, so help me God.
♪