Ballers

Uh, neither are you... anymore.

Boss man told me what your asking price was.

Lifetime healthcare.

If you're not being ambitious then you're not trying.

Let's get married.

‐We're not a good fit. ‐All right, deal.

‐Okay. ‐Yeah.

That was a lame pound.

The scans are showing you had two heart attacks.

Two?

You're gonna need to take a few months off.

All in favor of an expanded schedule,

‐say, "Aye." ‐Aye.

Spencer Strasmore is a greedy pig.

Oh!

That's it, meeting adjourned.

‐You gave me your word. ‐Take care, Spencer.

You've got a long season to get your team ready for.

Kane is in the building.

Big shot.

Now where the fuck is Patrick?

Where's Patrick?

He's playing hide and seek.

I hide him. You seek him.

‐ That's a dangerous game. ‐ Not really.

If Pat doesn't suit up, then he can't get hurt.

You really wanna go there?

I just did. It's your move.

Patrick is a principled guy.

You are now staring down the barrel

of a Le'Veon Bell situation.

Are you okay with that?

I'm on my way back to LA right now.

When I land, we're gonna hammer out this deal.

Make sure you bring your checkbook.

You make sure you find your client.

You wanna make a fucking deal, bitch?

I'm waiting for you.

Some people are in a constant state of conflict.

They need it to survive.

Others despise it,

but no matter how hard they try,

they can't avoid it.

Where do I stand?

Do you need to ask?

To the victor go the spoils.

Meditation.

Breathing.

God, you're becoming so LA, Charles.

How'd you find me?

Benny said you were taking your lunches out here.

Benny talks a lot.

Yeah, well, he's a comer.

Be good to him. Cultivate that relationship.

What's wrong with you, Charles?

You stressing out about your deal?

Trying not to stress out about anything.

Doctor told me to find a place that resonates with me.

‐ "Resonates"? ‐ Yeah.

Help keep my cortisol levels down.

Okay, I'll bite, Charles.

What exactly does elevated cortisol cause?

Well, according to WebMD, muscle weakness, spasms,

severe irritability, extreme fatigue,

constipation, headaches, anxiety, inflammation.

Basically, it makes you die faster.

Shit, I think I got that too, Charles.

So you know what?

We're all freakin' dying. Huh?

But who amongst us has really lived?

Hmm?

‐ Hmm. ‐ Yeah.

Forget about the beach. Forget about the ocean.

I find that the most impactful way

to fight inflammation is with success,

which is why I think you're gonna be very excited to hear

that I'm offering you an extension.

$10 million over four years.

Now, how's your cortisol now, motherfucker?

‐ I thought you hated me. ‐ No.

Well, love and hate are closely aligned.

But you've done an excellent job.

Then why do you torture me?

Why does my wife torture me?

'Cause it makes me better. See?

That's what, uh‐‐that's what partnership is all about.

That was a good talk. Thank you.

Seems like there has to be a better way.

Well, if you find it, please be sure to tell me about it.

But in the meantime, let's keep this train chugging along.

All right? All right.

Hey, I'ma need to talk to my wife before I commit.

Yeah, of course. Who doesn't?

Nah. It's different this time.

I had a heart attack‐‐ two of them, actually.

Yeah, I know. Benny told me.

Babe, what time are we eating?

It's almost done.

Who is it?

You got wax in your ears, man? Who is it?

It's an unknown caller.

What you two whispering about?

Well, you know what? I ain't afraid no more.

Put it on speaker. Let's see who it is.

Pick it up.

Hello?

Hi. Is this Ricky Jerret?

Fuck. She sounds sexy. You should've been afraid.

Yeah, this is Ricky Jerret's phone.

Oh, okay.

Spit it out, bitch.

This is Derek McLay's office.

Is Ricky available to speak with him?

What, Derek can't dial his own calls?

Put him through.

I love you. ‐ Mm‐hmm.

Ricky.

Sorry for the cold call, but it had to be done.

I love the radio show. Think your POV is 100.

Can we meet up?

Talk about some projects you'd be perfect for?

The only projects that I know about, I ain't going back to.

No. No, opportunities in media.

You could talk to my assistant.

Set some shit up.

How pretentious do you have to be

to have someone dial your phone?

No more pretentious than to have someone answer it for you.

TTD here. How may I help?

Good morning, motherfuckers.

Are you ready to annihilate the competition?

Not this fuckwad over here.

Closer to annihilating each other.

What's going on?

Occupational hazard

of protecting your younger dickwad brother‐‐

Okay, okay, look, look. It looked fine yesterday.

Yeah, but this morning, it swelled up like a cantaloupe.

‐ This doesn't look good. ‐ Wha‐‐y‐‐do you think, Reg?

Can you still play?

Oh, Jesus! I don't like that, mate.

It looks like the Elephant Man's cock.

Yo, man, I've seen worse.

Last year, Jason Kelce stepped on V's hand.

Broke a couple knuckles.

My metacarpal's fucked.

Oy. You gotta play, mate. It's nonnegotiable.

I'm not sure I can.

No disrespect, Lavar,

but true players play with pain.

Ey, yeah, man, you gotta suck it up.

‐ Well said. ‐ We are warriors.

Surrendering's what white people do.

Benedict Arnold, Jesus‐‐ all cowards.

Ey, man, it's time to call Doc Golden.

- ‐ He's an orthopedist? - ‐ Not exactly.