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Why do you even bother going home, Charles?
Back so soon, Spencer?
Yeah, well, you know I only have one gear, Mr. Anderson.
Light speed at all times.
Come into my office. I like your suit.
Thank you.
You know, I could give you my tailor's number.
He can redo your whole closet.
Anderson: Can he design me a new ass?
'Cause this one is definitely past its prime.
$11 million
to go along with the one million I gave you in cash.
Now let's go on and make that deal.
Have a seat.
I've given this a lot of thought
and I've changed my mind.
- About what? - The sale.
I no longer want to part ways with ASM.
- Are you fucking with me right now? - Now, just hear me out.
- We had a deal. - No, we had an understanding.
It's fucking bullshit. I thought you were a man of your word.
- I never gave you my word. - Give me back my million in cash.
Just settle down.
And I'm gonna open up my own fucking shop
and bury you next to fucking Andre
'cause you both fucking deserve each other.
Okay, you feel better you got a little venom out of your system?
I love your passion, I really do,
but I'm not gonna let you make that deal.
Why? Because you can't afford it on so many levels.
So, here's how it's gonna go down.
You're gonna figure out a way to get that registration,
you're gonna come back here,
and I'm gonna let you purchase a piece of ASM.
And then you won't be so financially stretched,
you can actually do your job.
How's that?
50/50 proposition.
- Absolutely. 60/40. - 50/50 proposition.
51/49.
Do I have your word on this?
Well, we both know my word ain't worth shit.
God damn.
Yes, yes, of course you've got my word on it.
You can have a whole paragraph.
And I'm sorry about firing you.
It's just that sometimes you have to act harshly
to create a teachable moment.
Next time, you could do it the Obama way.
Just have me over for a beer.
- Thank you. - All right.
What's happening?
- Don't do that. - Come on, get in here.
Go, go, go. Get that registration.
And do me a favor, try not to kill anyone in the process,
especially yourself.
Oh, can't make you any promises, though.
- Do the best you can, will ya? - All right.
You don't scrub it like that, man.
You gotta use a circular motion.
How about you fucking do it, then, Dennis?
Why are we doing this shit in the first place, man?
To remember what it's like
to feel an ounce of satisfaction. There you go.
Jason: Draft and develop is a noble idea,
but Aaron and Jordy, they need help now
and it's not like your draft did them any favors,
so give me a call back, shithead.
Thanks.
I left word with Carolina, the Packers, and New England.
They must be creaming in their jeans to sign our boy.
Christmas come early in the form of Ricky Jerret.
- Merry Christmas. - Who wants me more?
They all said that they will get back to us.
What the fuck does that mean?
I'm putting myself out there for pennies on the damn dollar.
- Belichick was intrigued. - What did he say?
- Five words. - Which were?
I'll get back to you.
You told them I'll work on a one-year deal?
I told them that you were only interested in Super Bowl LI.
If that number pops up on your phone,
you drop whatever it is you're doing and you take the call.
Great, now I'm just down to hoping a GM drunk dials me.
Hey, man, a booty call from Belichick is a badass thing.
- A booty call is a booty call. - A booty call is a booty call.
- I can't see shit. - Let me drive.
Nah, I got the wheel, Reg. You get the tunes.
Yo, you sure you wanna expose yourself to the team so early?
It ain't too late. We could turn back.
Gotta be there before the competition shows up.
Vern, they know when you're healthy,
you're the best DT on the team, if not in the league.
I'm healthy enough.
Wait till OTAs. You'll be farther along.
- Impress the shit out of them. - I'm going now.
Plant my flag.
They can judge all they want.
Are you in or not?
Yo, man, I ain't dig up our mixtapes
from middle school for my health, man.
- Come on, man! - What you got in there, Reg?
- It's gotta be something good. Boom. - Boom.
Been a while, Spence.
Looks like you've been taking good care.
Yeah, I've been of sound mind and body, Michael.
Spiritually, I've been fucked, though.
Okay, so where do you need it this time? Shoulder again?
No, let me show you.
Holy fuck, man. That looks really bad.
Don't worry.
You sure you want me to put a needle in that?
- I took an oath, Spence. - Listen, it's okay.
I've been getting all my treatment done at the med center
and, uh, just had a lot on my plate lately.
The fucking Vikes ain't doing anything, Michael.
So I'd just appreciate it... just give me a quick poke and I'll get back out there.
All right.
You know what?
- I've been expecting that. - Well, take it.
Yeah? Okay, good. I'll be right back.
Clyde "The Glide."
What's good?
Up to my nuts in rookies at the symposium.
I swear, these motherfuckers get bigger and dumber every year.
Yeah, I appreciate you getting back to me.
I was sorry to hear they bounced your registration, Spence.
Lawyers got spooked about the loss.
And you lying about it didn't help your cause.
Yeah, listen, I wanna get a couple of minutes with D. Smith, okay?
- Plead my case in person. - Yeah, well, the head of the union
doesn't have time for appeals
and I doubt you could change his mind.
- At least give me a chance. - Well, there's nothing I can do.
I could've said the exact same thing when you got caught
getting blown by a fucking stripper in the back of your car,
but I came through for you, right?
Don't even go there.
A grievance was filed.
- What are you talking about? - Like you don't know.
- Andre filed a grievance against me? - Who the fuck is Andre?
Hey, stop playing these mind games with me.
- I ain't saying shit else. - Clyde, you gotta tell me.
That would be a violation of union rules
and a total breach of privacy.
You know what, a total breach of privacy would be me texting your boss
the pictures of when you were passed out with a fucking pink thong on.
It was Eddie George, okay?
Eddie?
We found his name in your financial file.
We looked him up. He told us the whole story, Spence.
It wasn't pretty.
- Where can I find him? - Spencer, I can't tell you that.
Clyde, listen, please. If our friendship means anything to you,
you will do me this solid, please.
He's here, okay? At the symposium.
You're serious?
D. Felt bad about how fucked up Ed got
and offered him a gig greeting the rookies.
All right. Clyde, listen, I appreciate you, okay?
You didn't hear it from me.
Now delete those pictures, you dirty motherfucker.
Joe's voice: You got Joe. Leave a message.
Hey, Joe. It's Spencer. I'm going to the rookie symposium in Canton.
I'll see you when I get back.
Wish me luck.
All right, Spence. Let's do this.
All right. I'm good to go.
- You ready? - Oh, yeah.
Here we go.
Ready!
Set!
Bring those elbows in. Tighten your elbows.
Yes! Yes! Huh? Yes!
Did you get much time in as a rook?
No. I mean, I sat behind Roman Oben.
He had 12 years in the league.
And you can, too, if you keep this up.
- Now run it back. Let's go. Again. - Yes, sir.
- Line up! - Remember, heels in, toes out,
feet shoulder width apart, eyes on the target.
- Yes, sir! - Set.
Go! Tighten your elbows, tighten your elbows!
- Low! Stay low! - You got a real gem, I'll tell ya.
And he's a good kid, too.
Yeah. Yeah, he's gonna need some help with some NFL pass rush moves,
but you'll get him all coached up on that.
Anthony, hit the showers
- and then meet me in the film room. - Yes, sir.
All right.
- What's up, baby? - Hey, baby.
I got your note. It was very sweet.
- I've been missing my girls. - We miss you, too.
Look, I'ma bounce out of here early tonight, cook y'all dinner.
- Lasagna? - That is my specialty.
- All right. Love you, baby. - I love you, too, babe.
See, right in there.
Excuse me, sir.
Would you mind switching with me?
I just find these aisles annoying, you know?
- Virginia tell you where I was at? - Pfft.
I don't need Virginia, okay?
I've had access to your schedule
since the day you started at Anderson.
Ah. You ready for this?
One last shot at registration, huh?
Do or die. Come on.
Yep.
I mean, either way, I'm not letting you go at this alone.
I appreciate that, brother.
So, we have an appointment with D. Smith?
Not exactly.
Nah.
It's crazy how big Texas is.
You straight, man? You look tired.
We should just pull over for the night and find a B&B.
Nah, everybody know B&Bs is haunted.
I'll take the wheel at the next pee break so you could sleep.
I want you looking fresh when Dallas lays eyes on you.
Hey, I've been thinking.
I'm putting you on payroll.
- What? - For real.
You deserve it.
Nah, that... that salary shit just fucked things up between us.
I'm happy just grinding pro bono.
I just wanna be a good friend.
But for 3K a week you can be an even better friend.
For three grand a week, man, I'll be Gayle King
and Fonzworth Bentley rolled into one.
Joe: Uh, don't do drugs. Thank you.
I hope your wife is feeling better
and your kid gets out of jail.
Thank you.
Jim, well, good luck to you and the whole fam.
Oh, hey, we should check out the Hall of Fame tomorrow.
I've always wanted to see the bust room.
You know that room is filled with bronze heads, right, not bronze tits?
It would be crazy if it was both, huh?
You all right?
Yeah, I just haven't seen Ed in 10 years.
Hey, you're doing the right thing here.
Okay? You'll turn him around.
Gentlemen, welcome to the Bertram Inn,
a destination like no other.
I'll say. I have a reservation under Krutel.
Ah, yes. You got our last room.
Now, I see it's a queen. Would you guys like a cot brought in?
Yes.
There you go.
All right, you're in room 253.
- Enjoy your stay, gentlemen. - Uh, one more thing.
Could you tell me what room Eddie George is in, please?
I played with him. I just wanna go say hey.
Room 308.
- Strasmore? - Hey, Ed.
What the hell are you doing in Ohio?
Well, I thought maybe we could talk.
My number hasn't changed, but maybe you lost that, too.
- Ed, it'll only take a minute, please. - Maybe some other time, Spence.
Ah! God damn it, the door's on my foot!
- Take it out, then. - You gotta let go of it first!
Fuck that, man!
God damn it!
- Fuck! - Are you fucking nuts?
Hey, listen. I know you filed a grievance against me.
You're lucky I didn't file a fucking lawsuit.
I nearly lost it when I heard that you of all people
are trying to be a financial advisor.
Do you even have an MBA?
- It's not like that at this place. - Oh, really?
These guys are bringing me along and they're showing me the ropes.
'Cause I was told these fools made you the boss.
So tell me, how does passing an accounting exam
qualify you to handle these boys' money?
- Because I wanna look out for them. - Really?
- Yes. - I wanna be an astronaut.
Does that qualify me to walk on the moon?
I didn't try to lose your money.
- Mm. - I fucking lost everything, too.
- Did you live out your fucking car? - No, but I still...
Did you live out your car for a year, Spence?
Work in a coffee shop?
Did you think of throwing yourself off the side of a bridge?
'Cause I've been up on a few.
And I'm so grateful that I didn't jump
because now I have the chance
to say fuck you, Spencer.
You have no right managing anybody's money.
Get the fuck out.
Uh-oh.
That doesn't look like a "we're going to Disney World" face.
It's over, man.
Eddie's never gonna withdraw the grievance
and I'm never gonna get registered.
My fucking career is over
for the second time in three years.
Hey.
You gave it your best shot.
I got no fucking clue what to do next.
Oh, you wanna know what to do next?
I'll tell you what to do next.
- Ha! Hey! - Yeah!
- Fuck it! - Fuck it!
Whoo! Come on.
Come on, work it steady, girl.
Look at you. Yeah!
My name is Joe. I'm from Miami. Where are you from?
Well, hello!
- Fuck Anderson! - Fuck Anderson.
I got drugs in my tummy!
One, two... what do you say, babe?
Three!
Hey, you good, man?
You good?
- You good? - I'm good.
- All right. All right. - I'm good. I'm good.
Hi!
- What's up? - Oh, here, I'll show you.
Ah!
I'm out of money!
I can fucking do that.
- I can fucking do this. - Go, Joe, yeah!
- This is fucking easy! - Get your ass up there.
This is fucking confident.
This is beautiful.
You're getting hard.
Fuck you! I'm gonna show you my fucking dick.
Hey, leave him alone!
- I want them to see it! - Hey, hey, hey!
Yeah, you can't...
Hey, he's all right!
He's all right!
- Get off the stage! - This is my stage!
I'm the captain now!
Man: Stay the fuck out.
Fuck it.
Fuck it!
- Any word? - Not a peep.
I bet Green Bay nervous about bringing your ass back.
It'd be like fucking an ex-girlfriend
who swears she's not crazy no more.
- That shit never works out. - Bullshit.
I banged plenty of my exes with positive results.
- Witness exhibit A. - I didn't need to know that.
Hey, one of these teams is gonna step up, son.
Just gotta keep your mind on the big picture.
I had a $36 million picture
before you planted that Hall of Fame shit in my head.
Oh, I still can't believe you turned down
spending half the year in LA with the hottest bitches on Earth
all while playing at the Coliseum.
Man, the only reason you wanna go to LA
is 'cause you think you gonna be the next Spike Lee.
Keep smoking that reefer, you pinhead.
Nigga, the only reason you want him in Canton
is so people might remember your old ass played, too.
It's better than listening to you,
you homeless-looking motherfucker.
I'm his best friend, you fat fuck!
- I'm his father, you fool! - You better back the fuck up.
- Get that thing out my face! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Dennis...
Fucking phone is gone.
You dropped it in the urinal last night.
How the fuck did that happen?
Uh, you said "fuck this phone" and then you dropped it in the urinal,
and then you took a piss on it.
It was a pretty powerful gesture.
One of many I'm sure we'll regret in the years to come.
- Ah, regret's for pussies. - Yeah.
Might wanna second-guess that nipple ring, though.
What?
Oh, fuck me.
- How did that happen? - Doesn't fucking matter.
The only thing that matters
is we're going out the way we came in
with a big fucking bang.
Unfortunately, that fucking bang keeps exploding in my head
over and over and over again.
Let's get the fuck out of here
before I puke all over this lobby.
Fuck me.
Checking out so soon?
- We sure are, Julian. - Did you enjoy your stay?
- Oh, yeah. - Good.
Ahem, I'm gonna go get a bottle of water.
Be right back.
Now, did you purchase anything from the minibar?
All of it.
Mm.
- Congrats. - Yeah, yeah.
This obviously helps your game in football and everything else,
so you just continue on and so forth, right?
- Well, good seeing you guys, man. - Yeah.
Eddie, hey. Uh, do you mind if we have a word?
Go in, guys.
Uh, you a new rookie?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's right. That's me.
Joe Krutel, all-American left tackle at Alabama.
- Roll Tide! - Roll Tide!
- How can I help you, man? - Well, not me, actually.
- It's my friend. - Real or imaginary?
- Real. Yeah. - Ah.
I got a real friend. Um, it's Spencer.
I'm the guy that hired him at ASM.
So, you're the motherfucker that got him to this point.
- I'm that motherfucker. - Mm.
But Spencer and I finally got our shit together.
- Edward! - What's up, Jay?
What's up, bawg? Joe!
- How's that nipple ring feeling today? - Ah! You fuck!
Okay, we're in the process of getting our shit together.
But I really wanted you to know
that Spencer's not the same guy he was when he walked into my office.
You used him to get access to the players.
Yeah, of course I did. At first.
But then it turned into something different,
something pure.
- Hmm. - I watched him work his way up
from a cubicle to a corner office.
He had the whole staff believing in something besides numbers for once.
And most importantly... most importantly,
that's a guy who's learned from his mistakes.
I'm glad to hear that he's learned from his mistakes,
but every man needs to be held accountable for his actions.
Then hold him accountable.
Anthony's got outstanding foot quickness, good balance and technique.
Yeah, he's a little undersized and needs to improve as a drive blocker,
but I think he's a natural.
Definitely ain't scared to put in the hard work.
Same thing could be said for you.
I've seen you in the building at 5:00 AM all week.
- How you know that? - I'm here at 4:30.
And if you start coming at 4:30, I'll come at 4:15.
You know, I've been doing research on edge rushers.
If a guy can't run a 10-yard dash in 1.6 seconds or less,
his chances of becoming an effective pass rusher in this league drops severely.
Meanwhile, maybe two players
- run that split the entire draft. - Thank you.
And the coaching staff is up my ass to pick linebackers.
Anthony could become an All-Pro
and the coaches will bitch that we didn't find twof ho.
Another losing season has only dialed up the dysfunction around here.
I need someone I can trust.
I wanna promote you, Charles.
Make you my number two.
First order of business will be to get you out on the road.
Scarlet and Gray game at Ohio State.
I've never been to the Horseshoe.
From there, you hit all the big-time programs.
Get an early look at the 2017 draft class.
You know, you could tell as much about a player's character in a May scrimmage
as you can from playing in a Bowl game.
You'll be on the road for the next couple of months.
That's gonna be all right?
Yes, sir. No problem at all.
Good.
It's not your right to play in this league, it's your privilege.
I'll tell you right now, there's a ton of guys out there
who are bigger, faster, stronger than all of you,
and they're working retail right now.
It's actually not hard to succeed in this league, guys.
All you gotta really do... don't screw up off the field
and outwork everybody else on it.
I talked about privilege earlier.
It's my privilege right now to bring somebody on
who wasn't scheduled to speak, but wants a couple minutes of your time.
Listen to what this man has to say. He's been around the block.
Everybody, Spencer Strasmore.
Hello, rookies.
Some of you out there may know me,
some of you have seen me play,
and I'm sure just as many of you
have no idea who the fuck I even am.
That's okay, 'cause most days
I wake up and I got no fucking clue either.
I guess I should've retired
when the Dolphins traded me to New Orleans.
But, you know, this is a cruel game we play.
You get so hooked on it,
they gotta put you in a straitjacket
and drag your ass off the field
because when you're playing, as you guys know,
you're all king shit.
Right? You're the masters of the universe.
Young, tough, good-looking, rich,
getting all kinds of pussy.
Whoo!
Yeah, you think you're indestructible.
You feel like you can do anything you set your mind to.
Well, a lot of... a lot of you are gonna soon find out
that you can't.
You see that man right there?
That's Eddie George, Heisman Trophy winner,
Rookie of the Year, four-time Pro Bowler,
over 10,000 yards rushing,
and at one time
my very close friend.
I thought I could make him a rich man
and I convinced him to go in on a real estate deal...
and give me his money.
Not just a little bit.
All of it.
And I lost it.
I lost every fucking cent.
And I lost a friend.
But the truth is I don't even deserve to be that man's friend.
I don't even deserve to be up here talking to any of you.
I deserve exactly what I got...
nothing.
And if some of you assholes out there don't smarten up,
that's exactly what you're gonna wind up with.
And it won't be some shark
in a $5,000 suit who takes you.
It's gonna be your brother, your sister, your parents, it's gonna be your friend.
It's gonna be someone like me
who everyone says, "He's a good guy"
when beneath it all
is a selfish, dishonest,
untrustworthy...
piece of shit.
I'm sorry, Ed.
I should've never done what I did to you.
You don't need to forgive me.
You just need to know that I'm sorry.
Fucking be smart.
Yeah, fuck, yeah, that's some truth right there!
I can respect that.
Y'all respect that? I respect that. Yeah!
Work, work, work, work,
work, work, work, work,
work, whoa!
Watch that Achilles. We're not doing foot work yet.
- All right, let's go. - You'll get there. Come on.
Work, work, work, work, work.
Owner: Vernon!
I'd like you to meet Dexter Baines, your new teammate.
He came in early to work out, too.
That's the kind of fire I like to see from my men.
Got here after me, but it's cool.
Let Dex step in.
All right.
Okay, go! Work!
Down grab, up grab!
Work, work.
Up the line. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, boys, easy. Good job.
Okay, go!
Work, work, work.
Work. There you go!
So, what is this? What's good?
You want access to the kingdom, right?
First, you gotta get past the guards.
What's up, Ricky? Glad you could make it.
Yeah, y'all had me worried.
- Worried, man? - Yeah.
Shit, man, I was buried on the depth chart for years.
Your boy gets a call in the middle of the night.
Brady says, "Foxboro, 30 minutes."
Roll up, he's in the bubble training in March.
- No shit? - That's how we roll, man.
Why don't you line up at the X? I'ma hit the slot.
- What you mean? Like... what? - Let's go get some.
- Right now? - Right now. We brought gloves.
- We're prepared for everything, man. - Yeah, but I ain't got...
Welcome to New England, boss. Let's go.
- Get to work. - Let's go, let's go.
Let's get zero out slot, 80 hitch open.
- What cover? - Cover two.
- I'm gonna walk you through it. - Uh-huh.
Set him out, go ahead and kick back in, so...
I'm gonna try it now.
Come on.
Good job.
- Feet, feet. - Yep, hit it!
- Nice. - There we go.
Let's go!
Keep your hands...
- Nice, Ricky. - Ah!
Edelman: There you go! Oh!
Gotta make that catch! Gotta get it.
Jason: You either want it or you don't.
Hey, by the way, what... what's Belichick offering anyway?
A million and a half.
Careful what you wish for.
Okay, Mr. Strasmore.
- Here for your hip replacement. - That's right.
- Anyone with you? - Nope, just me.
You will need someone here to check you out after your surgery.
- Why is that? - To drive you home.
Ah, it's okay. I'll take an Uber.
Okay.
And Tommy will show you the way.