[panting]
MALIK: Is there a problem, officer?
Sir, is that marijuana I smell?
Uh... no.
Step out of the car, sir.
Hey, yo, dawg-- [grunts]
Shut up! You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can or will be used against you
- in a court of law. - That's bullshit, bro!
You have the right to an attorney; if you can't
afford one, one will be provided to you.
Aah! My arm!
You got it, Stevens?
I got it.
Officer Keys. Everything all right?
Yeah, just busting this pothead.
Officer Keys, that's no pothead.
That's Malik Wright.
He's an all-pro QB, man, he's about to be
- part-owner of the Fury. - For real?
Yes.
Why didn't you say so?
Why don't you do your job?
Stevens, did you see him smoking?
No, sir.
Uncuff him.
Sorry, Mr. Wright.
What's up, Jamison?
So, how's probation going?
- It's going. - Just keep at it.
- It gets easier. - Yes, sir, thank you.
Tell Rodney I said what's up.
Will do. Stevens.
What's wrong with you? That's Malik Wright.
I'm sorry, I didn't recognize him.
- Think I can get an autograph? - Man, get your...
Come over here.
- You all right? - Yeah, I think so.
I don't know about this other guy,
but Officer Keys is a good cop.
Played football in high school with his son.
Oh, you play ball? What position?
Running back.
Actually, um, I'm gonna be at tryouts tomorrow.
Yeah.
So maybe, if you're there, you could throw a couple
- passes to me? - Nah, man.
As of today, your boy's
officially retired from football.
Never hurts to ask, right?
That's right, bro. Hey, what's your name?
Fields. Jamison Fields.
Fields.
[engine starting]
Good looking out, Jamison Fields.
- Take care, bro. - You have a good night.
[engine revving]
Welcome to the open tryouts
for your Las Vegas Fightin' Fury!
[cheering]
It's time to...
ALL: Unleash the Fury!
Ms. Mack, Ms. Mack.
All dressed in black.
What brings you out today?
I go where the talent goes.
Seems we're swimming in the same sea.
We should grab dinner, compare notes.
Well, A, I'm married.
B, I don't mix business
with pleasure, and, C, not this girl.
White ain't right. Not between these thighs.
[chuckling] A, you're barely married.
B, I'll make it my business to please you.
And, C, I am 1/16th Nigerian.
Don't let my lack of melanin fool you.
You know what, Colonel, you are a fool!
Okay, look, but if you ain't
talking business, you need to move on.
Fair enough. You get your son to be my QB,
I'll make Garret the richest defender in the league.
Now, that is an offer that I cannot refuse.
All right, call me when it's done.
- Got it. - Oh, and...
take that for safekeeping.
- What is this? - My divorce lawyer.
She is meaner than a wet skunk
- and worth every penny. - Okay, look.
I don't need this, thank you.
[chuckling] You will.
[scoffs]
[distant hip hop playing]
Dawg, where the hell were you all night?
You just left me hanging, dude?
Bro, ain't no sense in both of us bowing down
- to the boys in blue. - Man, fuck that.
Either you're with me, or you're not.
- You down or you out, bro? - Chill.
Down like a pair of pants on prom night, baby.
Let's do this.
Shit.
Let's do this.
MAN: [distant] All right, all right, all right!
[continues indistinctly]
What is this, some new age stretching technique
- I never heard of? - [sighing]
Ahh, not exactly.
Oh, just... not exactly.
It's a trick my mom taught me as a kid.
Whenever I get nervous,
I do a handstand until the nerves go away.
Nice, your mother sounds like a really weird lady.
But I would love to meet her someday.
That would be nice.
She passed away. While I was in prison.
Oh, my God, I-I'm so sorry, I--
No, no, it's all good. It's all good.
She lives on... through the handstand.
Wow, that makes two things that I gotta make right.
It's okay.
Hey, I'm throwing a party tonight at Joint 51.
I don't know if you want to drop by,
and I can buy you a drink and apologize.
Thanks.
But I have a lot going on
- with the... yeah, so. - Right, yeah, yeah.
[straining]
One more thing.
You should smile more.
It's, like, really nice.
["On Fire" by Deraj playing]
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la
♪ Tell 'em open up the mosh pit ♪
- [whistle blowing] - ♪ Pants high like a hostage
♪ I've been rollin' with a short fuse ♪
♪ But I take off like a rocket
♪ It's true that nobody can stop it ♪
♪ We never run out of options ♪
♪ Tell your man with the long face ♪
♪ It's a sure thing, yeah, I got this ♪
- [applause] - ♪ Up on the way to infinity
♪ They wanna know what got into me, it's not a problem ♪
- [whistle blow] - ♪ Don't you walk in my vicinity ♪
♪ Watch me go in through the chimney, I got the fire ♪
♪ Inhale the smoke, you probably think it's a joke ♪
♪ But you better know, we got 'em on the ropes... ♪
Brit Brat!
Hey! Oh, my gosh!
Look at you-- all grown-up.
- Heard you were in town. - Yeah... it's home for now.
- Mm-hmm. - Nice.
- You good? - No. I'm pissed.
But I'm not returning my appearance fee, so I'm here.
Okay, good, 'cause the deal is still in place,
and the Colonel is here, so we can still cash in.
VOICE ON P.A.: Jamison Fields, 40 for time.
Oh. What y'all know about this kid, Jamison Fields?
[sighing] I know he a diddler.
He's not a diddler.
He was 19, she was 16.
She went to college, he went to prison.
Diddler. Oh, and she was white.
- Dumbass diddler. - He's a good guy.
- Mmm. - He just got blindsided
by a lousy judge.
I mean, we could do worse.
Yeah, we can do a hell of a lot better, too.
- Damn... nah. - Whoo.
Not much better than a 4.2 40.
[cheering and applause]
Yo, kid.
[cheering]
Still need a QB?
Ready? Break!
♪ And everything I do...
Shift, shift.
Set, go.
♪ You don't wanna squab, you don't really wanna mob ♪
♪ You don't wanna know your eyes when it comes to the best ♪
♪ You ain't never tried, you would never try ♪
♪ You ain't never ride or survive overtime with the best ♪
♪ I've been doin' this, yo, my whole life ♪
Set, go.
♪ I've been doin' this, yo, my whole life ♪
♪ You don't wanna squab, you don't really wanna mob ♪
[cheering]
♪ When it comes to the best
♪ You ain't never tried, you would never try ♪
♪ You ain't never ride or survive overtime with the best ♪
♪ I've been doin' this, yo, my whole life ♪
♪ I've been doin' this, yo, my whole life... ♪
So, how much time did he do?
[sighing] Three years.
♪ Dream chase for the cardio
♪ It's like a leg day...
Further out. Further out.
[cheering]
♪ Taught self-worth, never taught I couldn't win ♪
♪ Ain't a rule out there that I couldn't bend... ♪
WOMAN: Jamison Fields, you're a rapist!
[boos and jeers]
You're a rapist!
Fields is a rapist!
[booing]
No means no!
[overlapping shouting]
Calm down, calm down, everybody.
Calm down.
That's it, fellas.
Great job.
Well, it's a tough call.
But the winner of tryouts
and the player invited to training camp...
is Number 81, Darren Hill.
- [applause] - COLONEL: Congratulations.
Congratulations, son.
Good job, good job, very good.
We'll see you in a couple weeks.
Congratulations.
[overlapping chatter]
Yo, keep your head up, kid.
Well, guess you're right. We can do better.
It's time to get out of Vegas.
[whistle blowing]
[sighing]
♪
♪ This is how we do it
♪ This is how we do it ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ This is how we do it
♪ It's Friday night
♪ And I feel all right
♪ The party's here on the west side ♪
♪ So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up ♪
♪ Designated driver, take the keys to my truck ♪
♪ Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded ♪
♪ Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo, we made it" ♪
♪ It feels so good in my hood tonight ♪
♪ The summertime skirts and my guys in Kani... ♪
Oh, wait, is that my 828 girl?
[both screaming]
You ladies, thank you so much, you are life-savers.
I could not have done this without you, really.
Mix, mingle, and make them drop cash, okay?
'Cause if you get them to suck this bar dry,
- your money triples. - Well, let the sucking begin.
Yes. Take this...
to that VIP over there, that to that VIP over there,
and this to that VIP over there.
This is the good shit we served in the bubble,
- how much we charging? - Oh, it's compliments of...
$800 a bottle.
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ This is how we do it
♪ Our hands are in the air ♪
Steadman, you keep-- dawg, I will sleep with your wife.
- Oh! - I know where Becky lives.
- Malik! Stop it! - I know where she lives!
Hell is wrong with you, okay? Look...
this is Mama's plane. It don't go without Mama.
Okay, great, now you're here. Wheels up!
I wanna be San Diego by 9:00 and in Tammy by 10:00.
Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?
A recovering addict smoking weed.
Give me this.
Some good shit, though. Okay, look.
I got six different offers.
We got Dallas, LA, and Atlanta,
but ain't none of 'em as big as Vegas.
Great-- 'cause I'm retired and happy.
That's bullshit, Malik, come on.
Football is your life, and ownership is your dream.
Now, you wanna help people like Jamison Fields?
- This is how you do it. - Ownership was never
my dream, Ma. That was Caleb's dream.
Caleb.
Caleb Jones, your college teammate?
Yeah.
It's like...
been thinking about him a lot lately.
Hit that paralyzed him.
Day he died.
Since this ownership shit started,
it's like...
it's like he's been there with me the whole time.
Cheering me on, telling me what to do.
Okay, now when you say "with you,"
what do you mean?
You been hallucinating?
Nah, nah, nothing like that, Mama,
I'm just saying I... I miss him, that's all.
Okay, look...
I know all of this is stressful, okay?
And I know you're scared, all right?
But the only way to honor Caleb's memory
is just by finishing what you two started.
That's what I was trying to do.
But apparently you and the Colonel
- had another idea. - [scoffing]
All right.
I don't think I can do this.
I can't believe I'm smoking weed with my son.
Oh, Lord.
I'm officially poor white trash.
[laughter]
I gotta give it up, this is...
- This is lit. - Right?
- And you is paid, okay? - Hey.
[laughing]
You fired my party planner.
- You're welcome. - I'm welcome?
Raquel, this is Garret Evans.
This is his party.
- I love your voice, Raquel. - I love your ass, Garret.
And witty-- wow, you two are serious trouble.
And here's your balance.
But, from now on, you plan all my parties.
Ladies.
[squealing]
Breaking news! His ass is finer than frog hair.
Oh, my gosh, girl, I don't know what that means,
- but 828. - 828!
It's the second time I heard that 828 toast.
What's it mean?
I gotta prep my set.
Hi, Jamison-- bye, Jamison.
Bye, Raquel.
- Hey. - Hey.
Um, I'm glad you could make it.
Uh-- I'm sorry about tryouts.
It's all good. [clearing throat]
Nobody said it was gonna be easy.
- I'll make it there. - Yeah.
So, this toast, what is it, like an area code or something?
Uh, it's more like a girls' creed.
When Raquel and I first met, we, like, hated each other.
Like, almost came to blows over a guy
only to find out that, not only was he cheating on us,
but he was married, so...
we realized how stupid we were being
and just decided to be best friends.
Freshman year, August 28th.
- Ah, so month and day. - Yeah.
- 8/28. Yeah. - 8/28. Gotcha.
Well, you know how they say "bros before hos"?
- Mm-hmm. - So ours is like chicks before--
I-- I got it. I got it.
It's just a way, you know, to remind ourselves
that friendship comes before any and everything.
Especially boys.
Even stripper boys with rippling abs,
who are chocolate and...
Yeah, you gotta watch out for them.
Mm-hmm.
Well... [clears throat] ...to the 828.
Oh, no, homey, that's for ladies only.
Okay? Just cheers.
- My fault. - BOTH: Cheers.
Oh, and I'm sorry I keep putting my foot in my mouth
with you, it's like a bad habit that I have.
I'm working on it, though.
Oh, so that was it?
That was the big apology
that I came all the way down here for?
That's what I heard about this whole time?
Oh, you just stick around, it only gets worse.
[laughter]
I'll bet, I'll bet.
That's the first time I heard you laugh.
I like it.
[clearing throat]
To Brittany Pitts, the lady responsible
- for filling this club. - To Montana
and this dope-a-licious spot. Thank you for having me.
I will take that.
Keep packing it like this, you can use it
any time you want.
Better be careful. Montana don't play.
Well, thank you for the chivalry, Mr. Jiggles.
But, um... I think I can handle myself.
MAN: Yo.
Better watch out hanging with this one.
You mess around, get roofied and raped.
- Excuse me? - It's cool, playboy.
You'll be all right, shorty.
He only got a taste for white girls.
[laughing]
[grunting]
Get 'em out of here!
[clamor]
- [overlapping shouts] - Get 'em out!
Just get 'em out!
Hey! Hey-hey, y'all, okay?
Ain't no party like a Vegas girl party, y'all!
So let's keep it going. My girl, Raquel Navarro!
[cheering and applause]
All right.
♪ How dare you say that my behavior's unacceptable? ♪
♪ So condescending, unnecessarily critical ♪
♪ I have the tendency of getting very physical ♪
[sighing]
Little Erk & Jerk for my big homey.
It was always your favorite, brother.
♪ Happy death day to me
♪ Happy death day
♪ To me
♪ Happy death day to your homey ♪
♪ Happy death day to me
Dawg, I was wondering if you was gonna show up.
Man, why do you come all the way to Richmond to see me?
You know I'm always with you.
Yeah, I know, man.
Maybe you shouldn't be.
I mean...
I'm done with ball, Caleb.
And this ownership shit, I'm just saying, fuck it--
Man, shut the fuck up.
Stop acting like a little bitch.
- Who you calling a bitch? - You.
Out here bitching 'cause you got your feelings hurt.
'Cause some white billionaires won't
let you in their little club, man, get the fuck outta here.
Man, that ain't even it, Caleb.
- Then what the fuck is it? - I'm scared!
Fuckin' scared, bro.
Like right now, I know what's real and what's not.
Like I know you ain't here with me, man.
And I love ball, bro.
But what happens if everything changes?
Like... what if I get hurt?
Or... worse, bro?
What if you don't?
We all gotta go, Malik.
Just make sure when you do...
...it's with no regrets.
Like I did.
Okay?
Now, come on. Sing it with me.
♪ Happy death day to me
- ♪ Happy death day to me - ♪ Happy death...
- [chuckling] - ♪ Happy
♪ Happy death day, dear Caleb ♪
♪ Happy death day...
♪ To you ♪
Dawg, I miss you, man.
I miss you.
You all right, Malik?
I don't know, Charles.
But I'm damn sure gonna find out.
This is for you, brother. You can finish that.
[clears throat]
No, I ran a 4.2, man.
I was-- I was balling out.
I was running my rounds, I was catching the ball,
I was doing everything I was supposed to,
but they ended up going with a slower guy
who wasn't even balling all out like that,
but I guess he has less stink.
Jamison, if it makes you feel any better,
the whole office is rooting for you.
What would make me feel better is if I get
- that waiver I requested. - About that.
Canada is a no-go.
- What do you mean? - The parole board won't budge.
Come on, Stan, my high school coach
said he can get me a tryout with Montreal,
man, I need this, please.
I'm sorry. My hands are tied.
Look, I got another meeting.
Just...
just keep your head down.
Fifteen months,
you can go anywhere you want.
- Stan, I'm clean. - I know.
Sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am.
Oh, no worries.
I'm just glad I'm a visitor and not a client.
[laughing] How may I help you, Ms. Mack?
Well, I need some information on one of your parolees.
Jamison Fields.
[soft music]
[buzzing alarms]
[phone ringing]
[buzzing]
MALIK: So the visions, they come and they go.
I'm anxious all the time.
Weed is the only thing that helps me.
[phone ringing, chiming]
- Hey, Mama! - Hey, baby girl!
- Where's Daddy? - He told me to tell you
he's not home.
That's okay.
Because I would rather talk to you anyway.
DOCTOR: I see no tumors, blood clots, or abnormalities.
Most likely the visions are stress-related.
[sighing]
So it's not CTE.
You know CTE can't be diagnosed.
It can only be discovered postmortem.
So... how was your tennis match?
It was fun. I won, 6-2 6-0.
I wish you were there.
We got ice cream after. It was so fun.
I miss you!
Well, I'll be there next time, okay?
Pinky promise.
[screaming]
DOCTOR: I can refer a psychiatrist if you like,
but physically, you are 100% healthy.
So you're saying I can play?
I'm saying the decision is yours.
[sighing]
Ms. Pitts, we got a lot going on tonight.
What is this sit-down about?
All right, for 20%, I can bring in pro athletes,
top music talent, and double your bottom line.
And one more thing?
♪ It's cold outside, and you got nobody to love ♪
Raquel's done waiting tables.
She's your new house act.
Don't mess this up, Ms. Pitts.
I hate losing.
♪ Is there anyone out there
♪ 'Cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe ♪
♪ Oh...
♪ Is there anyone out there
♪ 'Cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
After much prayer and deliberation,
I've decided what's best for me and my family
is for me to defer team ownership for one year...
...and bring the city of Las Vegas
its first-ever championship!
[cheering and applause]
Unleash the Fury!
[cheering and applause]
Mm-- and I want my shoes designer-organized.
Fendi first, then Gucci, and Louis Vuitton.
Anything else, you can just throw out.
You know, Tasha, I am your size.
Maybe, but you can't fill my shoes.
Touché.
Hey, uh...
I made my first loan payment.
- Yeah, 20 grand. - Oh!
Big girl moves. Okay, now make another big girl move,
and tell your parents.
Eh, no, thank you.
But, um...
as long as I keep making my payments on time,
- they'll never know. - Mm.
Speaking of payments...
when do I get my first check?
Right now.
Let me pay you some advice
and check your ass.
That champagne-- it was a gift.
And you sold it.
Don't ever take advantage of my clients or me, Brittany.
- Auntie Tasha-- - Oh, we family, huh?
'Cause you don't steal from family, Brittany.
That's how your ass got in this money mess
in the first place.
So, I guess that means I'm fired?
You wish-- no, you gonna work for me
like you ain't never worked in your life, little girl.
- To pay off champagne? - No.
To regain my trust
and your parents' respect.
Write that down.
[hip hop music]
[women cheering]
Go, J.J.! Jiggle it!
Jiggle it, J.J.! Go!
Shake what your mama gave you!
Come on, now jiggle it!
- You were at tryouts. - Oh, yeah, but I'm here now,
and I'm ready for a show. Five dollars for a tabletop.
Hey, listen, I don't want your money
- or your sympathy, okay? - All right, okay.
Ten dollars for a tabletop-- excuse me, sister.
Okay, you know what? Make it 20.
Twenty, final offer, that's it.
Hey, listen, lady!
You might see an ex-con or a stripper,
but I am a football player.
And I'll do whatever I gotta do to prove that.
So you can take your cash and get out.
You know, you might wanna back that junk up,
okay, and be able to take a joke,
especially when you're talking to your new agent.
Wait... for real?
I'm Tasha Mack. Tasha Mack Agency.
You know, I would shake your hand,
but I don't know where it sleeps.
- Are you serious? - Mm-hmm.
Why me?
Well, my assistant seems to think
that you're a nice guy and you deserve a second chance,
and I do, too. I just wanna make sure
you're gonna be worth all that hate that's coming my way.
Ain't nobody worth that much hate.
Mm-hmm.
But if you sign me...
if you sign me, I promise I will not let you down.
That's all I need.
- That's it? - Mm-hmm.
That's it.
Okay.
- All right, okay. - All right? Okay!
All right, so... so what do we do next?
Okay, well, next, I'm gonna use my skills,
and I'm gonna get you into a couple of training camps,
all right? But first I need you to back that ass up, all right?
And gets to jiggling, okay? 'Cause I'm here.
I might as well see a show, brother.
- Show me what you got! - Okay, Tasha Mack.
Shake what your mama gave you, baby!
She gave you a lot, didn't she? [laughing]
Come on! Make it rain, baby!
Make it rain! Let's get them coins!
Let's get them coins!
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