Thinking about making a move on Kisan Teague.
Anything I need to hear? Or see?
If video of said rumored event exists,
it won't see the light of day.
That's why you're the best, Candace.
LANCE KLIANS: We are majorly out on a fucking limb.
Now is the time to go all in.
All I'm saying is, we're way beyond all in.
Yeah, we are. I get it.
I gotta meet with your boy Strasmore. Any advice?
Tell Spencer the truth.
Who pulled the trigger the other night?
My boy Cliff. And me.
SPENCER STRASMORE: Well, I believe in second chances.
Don't make me regret this decision.
If I get you on the esports team,
-will you sign the deal? -Hell yeah.
We startin' our own team, and you gon' play on it.
STRASMORE: You got a lot to say about me.
The players are the only reason I took the job.
RICKY JERRET: Owners' meeting is coming up.
What you gon' do for the players?
Just witness.
[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
[Lil Wayne's "Right Above It"]
- Kane is in the building.
[mid-tempo hip-hop music]
â™ª â™ª
- â™ª Now tell me how you love it â™ª
â™ª You know you're at the top â™ª
â™ª When only heaven's right above it â™ª
â™ª We on â™ª
â™ª 'Cause we on â™ª
â™ª Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole â™ª
â™ª I'm with Marley G, bro â™ª
â™ª Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows â™ª
â™ª And I wanna tell you something â™ª
â™ª That you probably should know â™ª
â™ª This that "Slumdog Millionaire" â™ª
â™ª Bollywood flow â™ª
â™ª And, uh, my real friends never hearing from me â™ª
â™ª Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me â™ª
â™ª That's why I pick and choose â™ª
â™ª I don't get shit confused â™ª
â™ª Don't like my women single â™ª
â™ª I like my chicks in twos â™ª
â™ª And these days, all the girls is down to roll â™ª
â™ª I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole â™ª
â™ª Plus I been sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow â™ª
â™ª Just tell my girl to tell her friend â™ª
â™ª That it's time to go â™ª
[indistinct shouting]
- Advice is a funny thing.
Everyone wants to give it.
Nobody ever wants to take that shit.
[chuckles]
I prefer to make my decisions based off instinct.
Because there's a rhythm to it. [snapping]
It's all too much fuckin' information if you ask me.
Sometimes the right move is just the flip of a coin,
but the only problem is,
you're at the mercy of where it lands.
- Ray Rice, Greg Hardy, Kareem Hunt, and Tyreek Hill.
Well, now add Kisan Teague to that list.
Either let's decide it doesn't matter
what anyone does off the field,
or start evaluating character like we evaluate performance.
Remember this fact,
that character drives talent towards greatness.
It's never the opposite.
So what are we saying to the kids of America?
And more importantly, what are these owners saying
when they allow turds like this back on their roster?
People say the biggest danger to the league is safety.
I think the biggest threat to this league
is the league itself.
- [chuckles]
Schlereth now too, huh?
- Don't you look dapper for a man covered in shit.
- Spencer, can you please just make one move
without courting a waterfall of controversy?
- I'm not catering to fuckin' talking heads.
- It's not just talking heads.
ESPN, Deadspin, Ballers Report,
all the trolls are sniffing around this signing.
- What are we supposed to tell the press?
- Don't say anything to 'em. It's gonna die down.
- No, no, we don't need these headaches,
especially when we're renegotiating with Mahomes.
- It's starting to make him question
his long-term association with this team.
Time to part ways with Kisan.
- Bret, I am trying to run an organization.
- Call it what it is: a corporation.
- Give me one more shot with the league office.
- Don't die on your sword.
- God! What a great weekend, huh?
I feel so alive!
- Joe, please don't start my morning
with a "last night was great" speech.
- [chuckles] Come on.
What, do you think I'm that corny?
- Yeah, it's one of your most endearing qualities.
- Well, thank you.
I'll take the backhanded compliment coming from you.
Hey, where you going?
What is there, a fire drill?
- Ha-ha. Work, remember?
- [groans] I'm trying to forget.
Hey, what're you doing tonight?
This new Italian spot just opened up down the block.
Supposed to be good.
We could get a bottle of wine,
"Lady and the Tramp" some spaghetti.
- I would love to, but it's laundry night.
- I'll buy you underwear.
Go al fresco. Let's freeball it!
- Okay, I'm gonna be late,
and I don't want the whole office talking.
- All right, well, clearly I'm not gonna say anything.
- Good.
As you know, it's best to keep church and state separate.
- It's not in the Constitution.
- Hey, make the bed before you go.
- Why?
- What are we thinking, Les?
- I'm thinking bagel or croissant.
- Mm.
All about the chocolate espresso muffins.
Unbeatable.
- Nice scouting, Chuck.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hi. Charles Greane.
- Hey, Sally! Put Chuck on my tab.
- You got it.
- Take a load off, pal.
- Morning, fellas.
- I thought I told you to stop stressing.
- I'm not stressing.
- Well, that muffin tells me otherwise.
- Oh, no.
It's a celebration muffin.
I was right.
Spencer and the Chiefs are getting crushed.
- Yeah. - [chuckles]
- And we still have a hole in our offense.
Don't focus on other people's misery, Chuck.
You gotta focus on your own. Am I right, Benny?
- Um...
- How about this?
I have a meeting today with Alvin Kamara.
How's that for focused?
- Really? You know about this?
Is that true, Benny?
- Yeah, 100%.
- Well, it's something.
- [chuckles] Something.
All right. You know what?
I'm gonna take my chocolate espresso muffin
and enjoy my breakfast elsewhere.
[upbeat music]
- Yo, there's the power couple.
- Yeah, I think you mean "duo."
- I want to take y'all on a field trip.
- Yeah, does it involve coconut oil
and smooth hands on my body?
- You kinky beast.
- Not quite. - Yeah, no, I didn't think so.
- I want to take you on a tour of Riot.
- Sounds like a riot. - It's a gaming company, Riot.
- You know, I've heard of Riot.
Unfortunately it's a pass.
- Gaming accounts now for $100 billion in revenue.
- Do you know that some colleges
are giving scholarships exclusively to gamers?
- Facts.
- Vernon has no eligibility left.
Hey, Reg, maybe you can finally get your degree, huh?
- I have my masters in the streets.
- Facts.
- I'm a sensei of the sidewalk, myself.
Listen, if Reggie was talking about, say,
Google or Apple or Amazon, you'd be all over it.
Riot's on a par with that, isn't it?
- Right. - Yeah, that's exactly it.
Games are overhyped and overvalued.
Thank you.
- Just what white record execs said about hip-hop.
- Big facts.
- How dare you?
That is the meanest thing
anyone's ever said to me, you monster.
I'm only white on the outside.
Fine, I'll go, but you gotta feed me.
- â™ª Niggas wanna know why I ride â™ª
â™ª With semi automatic by my side â™ª
â™ª 'Cause I got niggas comin' at my head â™ª
â™ª But I won't let them bitches stop my bread â™ª
â™ª A mothafucker wanna short my dough â™ª
â™ª I hit him twice with the black fo-fo â™ª
â™ª The witness courtroom no-show â™ª
- Oh, shit. Let's just go to Equinox.
- For what, a smoothie?
[scoffs] I'ma do my workout, T.
- Let's just one time, you could be nonconfrontational.
- That's me. I'm confrontational.
- Shit. - What's up, fellas?
â™ª â™ª
What, y'all forget how to move them lips or what?
- Clearly you haven't.
- You saying I talk too much, Dante? What's up?
- Look, they clearly don't wanna engage.
Let's just go get smoothies
and look at yoga girls in they Lululemon pants, come on.
- Anybody got something to say?
Anybody want to say something to my fuckin' face?
Anybody?
- We just think the way you dragged Spencer
and Kisan was kinda fucked up.
- You better back the fuck up.
- And then you was talking crazy
like I ain't invite you to my home.
- Shit was OD, Rick.
- Bashing his homies on the media.
Dog, you trippin'.
- I just spit some truth about two guys who deserved it.
That's all I did.
- Still, you was one of us.
You coulda kept your mouth shut.
- Ain't nobody gonna censor me.
How 'bout I talk about how y'all just sit around here,
barely workin' out, talking shit,
gossiping like a bunch of yentas.
- Fuck is a yenta?
- I'm a fuckin' journalist, all right?
- Hey, Rick, cool out, man.
- I just report about shit
that motherfuckers don't wanna hear.
- You're fuckin' black Megyn Kelly.
- Fuck you!
- Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, come on, come on.
- And what are you? I'ma--I'ma spit the truth.
- Come--come here. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You know I love you, right?
This place is supposed to be a low-stress environment.
That's not low stress.
- Look, they--talk to them. - Hey, hey.
Maybe it's time you find another gym.
- Come on, Jay, man--I'm--
We unbreakable, man.
- Uh, you broke us. - Come on, T.
- Mic'll make a motherfucker say some crazy shit.
- I'll see y'all.
- Used to spend a lot of time thinking about the future.
I suppose every kid does.
I always wondered what was out there.
[clock ticking]
Whether I'd ever leave Bethlehem.
Will my destiny intervene on my behalf?
Does it even exist?
If it does, then there's nothing you can do.
If it doesn't...
it's all on us.
No excuses.
Candace. - Spencer, lookin' sharp.
- Thank you. This is for you.
- Thank you. Have a seat.
And welcome to our world.
Different day, different story.
Some worse than others.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
- Strasmore's first move as the new owner
and self-appointed GM of the Chiefs
has been more of the same:
a lightning rod for controversy.
- This one is bad, though.
- The Chiefs' continuing PR problem
is only getting worse with the recent acquisition
of Kisan Teague.
- We need to clean this up
before the CBA negotiations.
- I couldn't agree more.
So let's fix it.
Let's give the guy ten games,
and it'll all blow over before the playoffs.
- No, we are way past that point.
- Then give him a year, but let's not cut the guy's throat.
- It's too late for a slap on the wrist.
The video's leaking.
- How? - Does it matter?
- [sighs] What's on it?
- Take a look for yourself.
- Where is the handsome bald dude?
- Well, Spencer would have loved to have been here,
but he's stuck cleaning up your Kisan-sized mega mess.
- Don't remind me.
It ruined what would have otherwise been
a beautiful day in paradise.
- No shit. Maybe we can make your afternoon brighter.
- Yes, we can.
We are prepared to come in
just a smidgen under Russell Wilson.
130 million, 105 guaranteed.
Boom!
How's that for making your day bright?
- Just under Russell Wilson?
- Hmm. He doesn't look impressed.
In fact, he looks downright miserable.
- Just a crumb below.
- Is that a crumb or is that a chunk?
You know, Patrick is a humble guy,
but he still needs to get paid.
- Don't take this the wrong way,
but Patrick hasn't done it as long as Russ.
- No, he hasn't.
He's just doing it better.
- Next thing you know,
he's gonna tell us he's better than Brady.
- He might be.
Time will tell.
- Live in reality, man.
- The reality is,
Patrick is seven years younger than Russell,
he's got a better arm, and he's a goddamn MVP.
Not to mention, he's the face of the Chiefs
and the future face of the league.
- We're gonna need a little bit extra of this dough
to pay for someone to protect that face.
- Yes, you are.
It's also not my fuckin' problem.
- I hope he enjoys playing under his current contract.
- And I hope you enjoy having a disgruntled superstar.
I mean, that is not a good look for a new ownership group.
You have a piece, right?
- We do. - Yeah, we have a piece.
- Well, then we should've waited for Spencer
to have this meeting, 'cause clearly neither of you
know how this game is played.
- â™ª Hey, guess again if you thought â™ª
â™ª That we had come here to pretend â™ª
â™ª Guess again if you thought we wouldn't represent â™ª
â™ª Guess again if you thought â™ª
- Just hear me out, Gavin.
- No, Charles, hear me out.
You cut two of my clients to clear cap room.
And now you want me to scratch your back?
How about this? How about fuck your back.
[laughs]
I hope you get incurable psoriasis.
- Gavin, how did this become
about you and me and skin conditions?
- Alvin is never going to leave Drew Brees,
who, by the way, I also represent and vacation with.
- Which, by the way, is a slight conflict of interest.
- Not to mention, the guy loves NOLA.
- [sighs] Gavin, please.
Just take him my offer.
- I'll think about it. - Stall tactics?
You're really not gonna give me a shot at this thing, huh?
- Charles, you're wasting your time
pretending that this is even a possibility.
And now I am done wasting mine.
- It's a convers-- [phone beeps]
Hello?
- Refusal to surrender is a mindset.
Whoa. Are you okay, boss?
- [sighs] Yeah, yeah.
Just having some kind of attack.
- Panic or heart?
'Cause one is way worse than the other.
- â™ª Aloha, ah, yes, yes â™ª
â™ª I smoke gas, no stress yes â™ª
â™ª Swajjur across my chest yes â™ª
â™ª I just broke her neck yes â™ª
â™ª Just secured the check yes â™ª
â™ª Syrup gas for breakfast â™ª
â™ª Mmm â™ª
â™ª Where's Alexis Texas â™ª
â™ª Aloha, ah, yes, yes â™ª
â™ª Two checks just do it like Kaepernick â™ª
â™ª Two bad twins and look like Double Mint â™ª
â™ª Big booty bitch and the tats off bear claw â™ª
- This is worth the trip right here, Reg.
You gotta find out what they put in these lattes.
- Turmeric, I reckon.
They really know how to treat their employees.
- I need y'all to stop focusing on the free coffee.
Now, take a look around.
This campus was built off one game,
"League of Legends."
- That's my game.
- Over a hundred million monthly players.
- Last year they made $1.4 billion.
- Smells of money.
[sniffs] And nerd sperm.
- So how much does it cost to develop one of these games?
- Couple hundred million-- well, give or take.
- You've wasted my day.
- We're not talkin' about developing a game.
We want to build a team to play the game.
- The top esports teams are worth tens of millions.
Splyce is worth more than 300, Joe.
- We want our taste. - And how much is a taste?
- A few million. - What a bargain.
- That's for an elite group of players.
Better odds.
- Yeah, elite button pushers.
Amazing.
Anything guaranteed?
- No, but you got to be in it to win it.
- No! No, you don't!
Vernon gets a $20 million signing bonus
before he even steps onto the field.
Doesn't matter if he wins or loses.
So I'm not paying a few million for some nerds
to stare at a screen and maybe win something
while we hemorrhage financially
paying for their Ubers and Quiznos.
Thank you, but no thank you.
- Yeah, but you don't get it.
We're talking about endorsement deals, Twitch partnerships,
energy drinks, all kinds of shit.
- Yeah, well, we're cash poor right now.
Sorry.
- You just spent 50 million on Jason's fucking agency,
and dude barely shows up to work!
You won't give me a fraction of that
to build the future of our company?
- Jason's business generates cash flow.
It doesn't suck it.
What you're asking for is a start-up.
- You don't trust me to build it.
- Build something within the framework
that we already have, Reggie, that's all.
Lance, help me out here.
- I'm sorry to say that I agree with Reginald here.
- Well, we're gonna have to agree to disagree.
That's it.
[car door closes]
[engine revs, tires squeal]
- This calls for a new voice and a new approach.
Mine.
- Look at you, boy.
You're gonna be the first nigga on the North Pole.
In there looking like the squirrel off "Ice Age."
- How much--how much time, T?
- You've been in about two minutes.
- [sighs] Damn. I must be part Inuit.
- Part what? How's the leg feel?
- Better than my nuts.
Your turn. - Shit, man.
I'm down with schvitzing, but that's where I draw the line.
Come on down. - Oh, man.
- How's that? - [groans]
All right, let's get some borscht, man.
It's the best in the city.
- Oh, man, don't make me eat that shit again.
- How you gonna be a man if you don't man up, T?
- We all man up in our own way, at our own time.
What's this kid mad dogging for?
He still doing it. - You good, bro?
- Come on, Rick. - Oh, I'm sorry, man.
I don't mean to stare. I--I just I know who you are.
- Oh, you want an autograph?
- I was hoping to get a picture?
- I don't take pictures with dudes, man.
- Yeah, I get it. - Who's your team, kid?
Packers? Dolphins?
Saints? Rams?
- Fuck you, T. - What?
- I'm a Rams fan, but most of all, dude,
I love your radio show.
- No shit? - Yeah.
- What'd you think about me calling them fools out?
- [laughs] Dude, fuck those guys, man.
Everyone's gotta hear the truth.
- [laughs] You know, I like this kid, man.
- You just earned yourself a photo, man.
Come on in here, man.
- [laughs] Whoo!
- There it is.
- How'd it go with egghead and the offer?
- They came in a couple mil below Russell.
- Did you tell 'em to go fuck themselves?
- I told them to go fuck each other.
[laughs] - How'd Spencer take it?
- I don't know. He wasn't there.
- He was a no-show?
That guy is un-fucking-believable.
- You were a no-show too, Joe.
- Yeah, I had an excuse. I didn't want to see him.
Whatever, it just makes what we have to do that much easier.
It's time to crush these fuckin' animals.
- Yeah, I think you may be overreacting.
- You know, I love it when my anger and my agenda
line right up.
- Let's try and keep it civil, Joe.
- Yeah.
[phone rings]
- Whoops.
[phone chimes]
[phone rings]
- My bad, everybody. Thought I hit the mute.
[phone rings]
- I'm at the doctor. What the hell is so important?
- Alvin Kamara is at Alfred's.
- Who the hell's Alfred?
- It's a coffee shop in West Hollywood.
Chuck, you gotta get here now.
This feels like divine intervention.
- I hope not, 'cause I think God's trying to kill me.
[groans] But if I don't die,
missing this opportunity will kill me.
All right, keep him there.
- How the fuck do I do that? - I don't know.
Put a laxative in his cold brew.
- Isn't coffee already a laxative?
- Benny, just shut up and hold him there, all right?
[smooth music playing]
- What kind of coffee you got there?
- The water kind, bro. - Ah.
- â™ª Fucked up my bail, living in jail â™ª
â™ª Know I'm in hell, living in jail â™ª
â™ª I will not tell, they said I'd tell â™ª
â™ª I know the deal, ayy, fuck my CO â™ª
- Where the fuck you going, nigga?
Huh? Nigga s--
Turn your ass over.
Nigga, turn your bitch ass over, nigga!
What the fuck is up?
Huh? What's up, nigga?
All that tough shit, what's up?
You thought this shit was sweet,
didn't you, bitch-ass nigga?
I don't hear none of that shit now.
What's up? Huh?
[gun clicks]
[laughs]
Lucky, I should--I should kill your bitch ass, nigga.
Let's go, man.
Let's get the fuck out of here, man.
- â™ª You a stunner, you ain't even got no gunners â™ª
â™ª You want beef, you want war â™ª
- I've been thinking about what you said,
and I really, really appreciate your first offer.
- Two reallys, that tells me where this is going.
Nowhere. - Settle down.
- No, sincerely, I thought your offer
was a solid jumping off point.
- Hey, I've got two hookers and an eight ball
waiting for me in the other room, Jason.
- We're asking for 175 million
and an escalator tied to the new salary cap.
- And I wanna find the cure for testicular cancer
and learn how to make a perfect vodka gimlet.
Is this guy fucking joking?
- Next he's gonna ask for a piece of the profits.
Do you still got that number for the Israeli hitman?
- It'd be way more fun if we did it ourselves.
- Good point. We'll discuss.
- Yeah, sure. Discuss it with your boss.
- Oh!
Is that a country mouse piping in,
or is that Joey Little Man Krutel?
- This is Mr. Krutel.
- Spencer's not our boss, wise guy.
He's our partner.
- Whatever you tell yourself to get through the day.
And hey, for the record, he's a shitty partner, too.
- So much for keeping it civil.
- â™ª Bitch sit on my face, I attack that â™ª
â™ª Choose up lil' junt, I'm finna pack him â™ª
â™ª When it comes to my bitch I'm straight active â™ª
â™ª Dirtball in the coupe smokin' cat piss â™ª
- My boy Cliff make the best the best chicken
you ever had, baby, I promise you.
- Nah, G, it's about that sauce, though, you feel me?
- Why you hating? - 'Cause, it ain't the sauce.
It's the spice. I keep telling you that, man.
- Thanks for coming on such short notice.
- Oh, shit, here my boy. Turn it up.
Cliff, hit it, come on.
- In light of new information,
I've made the decision to part ways with Kisan Teague.
When I met with Kisan a few days ago, I asked him,
point blank, what his involvement was
with the Jack in the Box shooting,
and he looked me in the eye and told me he wasn't there.
In this day and age, I cannot and I will not
condone the criminal use of firearms
under any circumstances.
- Damn! That's twice in one week.
- â™ª Dirtball in the coupe smoking cat piss â™ª
- Man, people gotta do what they got to do, I guess.
- â™ª Shut the fuck up â™ª
â™ª Tell your best friend shut the fuck up â™ª
â™ª Ay little bitch shut the fuck up â™ª
â™ª Tell your best friend shut the fuck up ayy â™ª
â™ª My lil' baby low-key a flexer â™ª
â™ª Six figs on the whip â™ª
- He's downstairs. Dreadlocks.
- Yeah, I know what he looks like.
- Oh. - Don't get me towed.
- Sure.
[overlapping chatter]
- Hey, what's up, man?
[clears throat]
Hey, is that a fauxnut?
- What the fuck is a fauxnut?
I'm just messing with you, bro.
I know all about baked goods.
- Whew! [laughs]
Charles Greane, GM of the Rams.
- Yeah, yeah. I know who you are.
Y'all stole one from the whole city of New Orleans.
That's supposed to be us in the Bowl.
- That's on the refs, but we all feel real bad about it.
- Don't lie. - We don't.
[laughs] You're right. You're right.
What else could I say?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.
- How about we make it up to you?
May I? - Go ahead, bro.
- I want to talk to you about coming over.
- To the Rams? - I know your deal is up.
- Me and Drew got something good
going on right now, though.
- Yeah, but he's not gonna play forever.
- That man like 19 months younger than Brady.
- Still, you gotta look out for yourself, right?
- That sound like the shit Sheila say.
- See that, me and twin. Eye to eye.
Is this your business manager? - Yeah, that's my consigliere.
- Oh! Wartime or peacetime?
[laughs]
- All of the above. - Right.
Smart man here.
- Worst case, I'll just raise my ask with the Saints.
- Okay, you get how the game is played,
so then you'll get this.
Your agent told me not to even waste my time.
- Nah, he didn't. - He did, though.
Not in those words exact, but you and I know what's going on.
Listen, I ain't the kind of brother
to throw anybody under the bus,
but he also reminded me that he represents Brees, too.
- You ain't just throw him under the bus.
You backed up over him.
- [chuckles] Mind if I use your napkin?
- [sighs]
All right, come on out, Lance!
I smell your Paco Rabanne!
- That's actually a natural musk that I generate.
- Uh-huh.
What are you doing here? What's that in your hand?
- Ambushing you, and a cup of Darjeeling.
- What's that in your other hand?
- Oh, a can of Red Bull
and some No-Doz for my final surprise.
[Tory Lanez's "Broke Leg"]
- Really? This shit again?
- â™ª What I told her drop that ass â™ª
â™ª Till you can't no more â™ª
â™ª Shake that ass up and down like your leg was broke â™ª
â™ª Take that big ol' booty girl and scrub the ground â™ª
â™ª You fuck with a real nigga when the thugs were down â™ª
â™ª You done walked in like you invented the door â™ª
â™ª You don't listen to opinions â™ª
â™ª From these sensitive hoes â™ª
â™ª Up and down on the dick you ain't did it before â™ª
â™ª Shawty suck that shit like she invited the dome â™ª
â™ª I see lil' mama in here twerking â™ª
â™ª Like she don't work a job â™ª
â™ª She let me touch that body like I work in massage â™ª
â™ª Oh she in her late 30s, she a bad lil' bitch â™ª
â™ª All that age shit don't matter not a tad lil' bit â™ª
â™ª I take 'em 20, take 'em 30, take 'em 50 years old â™ª
â™ª Get her shaking that ass like a video hoe â™ª
â™ª She hit the club tonight in her pink dress â™ª
â™ª She hit that nigga like why the fuck ain't you â™ª
- Whoo-hoo. Yeah!
You know, you don't look like no head-shrinker to me.
- Well, I am, and your crazy ass probably
gonna need my help, so you should show a little respect.
- Ooh, I feel you. Where you go to school again?
- Stanford.
- Your parents didn't pay bribe money to get you
in there, huh? That was all you?
- No, bro. She on the row team, dog.
- Oh, you on the row team? - Stop.
I worked my ass off to get in there.
- And now you're gonna twerk her ass off to stay.
[laughter] - What's wrong with your boy?
He's not having fun. - I'm good, baby.
- He all right, my nigga's just having a bad day, that's all.
- Don't worry about it, man. You good.
They're gonna call you tomorrow, watch.
- Motherfucking better for real. Shit.
- â™ª 'Cause you still counting tips â™ª
â™ª Pop out say ooh lookin' good with your bitch â™ª
â™ª Rock out till June in the summertime we lit â™ª
â™ª Pop up balloons it's your birthday bitch â™ª
â™ª All the rich niggas wanna save this bitch â™ª
â™ª Bounce that ass till you can't no more â™ª
â™ª Shake that ass up and down like your leg was broke â™ª
- Who the fuck is that nigga?
Hey yo, homie,
this is a private party.
- What, y'all supposed to be the motherfuckin' VIP section?
- Duh, motherfucka. - I don't see no velvet rope.
- No, that's 'cause they invisible,
you dumb motherfucker.
Get your ass out of here.
And leave the girl, bro. She with us.
- All right, whatever, nigga.
That's cool.
I know who the fuck you are, Kisan Teague.
I saw your bitch ass got cut.
- What the fuck you say, bro?
- What? Supposed to be some gangsta?
You gonna shoot at me in a burger drive-through, son?
- I don't need no gun for your bitch ass, boy.
I slap the shit out you, nigga.
- Too bad. 'Cause I got this.
- Oh, shit.
[all screaming]
- â™ª Make a nigga pop a tag yeah, tag yeah â™ª
â™ª Fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah â™ª
[MorMor's "Some Place Else"]
â™ª â™ª
- â™ª Another day like yesterday â™ª
â™ª Where it all just slips away â™ª
â™ª A change of scene, a change of pace â™ª
â™ª â™ª
â™ª I'm waiting on some better days â™ª
â™ª â™ª
â™ª Thought I'd left a tribal state â™ª
â™ª â™ª
â™ª The moon it kept me company â™ª
â™ª â™ª
â™ª Really couldn't help myself â™ª
[phone buzzes]
â™ª I'm holding on to something else â™ª
â™ª â™ª
â™ª Is there some place â™ª
â™ª Is there some place else â™ª
- That's right, Frank.
I'm right here on the corner of Cotner Avenue
and Olympic Boulevard in West Los Angeles,
right outside of 4Play Gentlemen's Club
where tonight, star Rams running back
Kisan Teague suffered a fatal gunshot wound.
Now, I'm being told it appears to be a targeted shooting.
Teague was rushed to UCLA Medical Center,
and that's when he was pronounced dead en route.
That's the very latest here in West Los Angeles.
I'm Megan Telles.
Frank, Jess, back to you in Hollywood.
- â™ª Is there some â™ª
- You can never escape the past.
â™ª â™ª
Doesn't matter how far or how fast you run.
â™ª â™ª
It matches you step for step.
You get tired.
But it doesn't.
You can try and leave it behind,
but it just keeps on coming.
I thought I could save someone once,
but I couldn't.
We can only save ourselves.
Sometimes we can't even do that.
â™ª â™ª
- â™ª Is there some place â™ª
â™ª Is there some place else â™ª
â™ª Is there some place â™ª
â™ª Is there some â™ª
â™ª Is there some place â™ª
â™ª Is there some place else â™ª
â™ª Is there some place â™ª
â™ª Is there some â™ª
â™ª Is there some place â™ª
â™ª Is there some place else â™ª
â™ª Is there some place â™ª
â™ª Is there some â™ª
[bright tone]
BOSS MAN: So, the owners meeting is tomorrow.
Two more games is gonna be good for the players.
-I need to know where you stand. -On my own two feet.
My company, SportsX, just signed up OBJ,
-maybe you've heard of him? -Name drop, big money!
-Miami Beach. -Yeah, don't try so hard.
Come on.
You okay, boss? You don't seem okay.
Think I'm having a stroke.
-You ready? -What for?
To officially become part of the machine.
All in favor of an expanded schedule,
say, "Aye."
SPENCER STRASMORE: My dad always told me,
"In order to get what you want,
the first thing you need to do is ask."
Open the fuckin' window!
"If they still don't give it to you...
you just gotta fuckin' take it."
â™ª (MUSIC CONCLUDES) â™ª