Ballers

We're here in the other coast. Californ-I-A.

Lance Klians needs to sell his company.

- What does Lance do? - He's the king of action sports.

Athletes, motocross, BMX,

if you can ride it, I can sell you on it.

You're ready to bet 50 million dollars on your boy Lance?

I'm ready.

We've got some great young talent on this team.

Yeah.

But we need a little more swagger.

I want to talk to you about playing again.

I'ma need to see you work out.

Don't look nervous, man. I got this, baby.

When I get a chance to spend more of your money,

I'll gleefully take it.

We pumped a lot of our own money into this company.

I'll remind ya, I'm not an employee.

I work for me. Do you feel me?

- Do you feel me? - Yeah, ow.

You're fired, mate.

I would appreciate

if you would reconsider your stance on Ricky.

Man, I'm serious about suiting up for this season.

There's this kid I need you to check out.

He's the top quarterback in the country.

Not college. High school.

I wanna get paid.

I got a plan.

I have come here to offer you

an opportunity to become media titans.

How would you like to own a piece of a network

worth a half a billion dollars?

We're gonna pivot back to football.

I'm in.

Go ahead and sign up, baby! Congratulations.

I've been using PEDs.

If you test dirty, I'm clippin' your punk ass.

Now, sign the deal!

Spence, they're in the house.

Who's in the house?

Suits. Is this your idea of handling it?

Ms. Brewer, what can I help with?

Spencer Strasmore filed a lawsuit.

Ah, you've been served.

Don't tell me that you decided to take on

one of the most powerful organizations in all of sports.

I did.

Candace called and threatened to revoke our registration.

- Don't care about any of it. - Don't be naive.

They are coming after our asses!

And none of it's gonna affect you.

What do you say we bring back the good ol' days?

- You and me partner up again. - Just you?

Without the other man?

Yeah, without the other man.

I never considered myself good,

much less great, at anything.

Uh, always considered myself pretty average.

Not in size, of course.

Come on.

But in everything else.

It's hard to believe, but that turned out

to be one of my greatest strengths

because it taught me how to grind.

It taught me how to pay attention to details,

to embrace things that are uncomfortable.

Even painful.

I didn't choose football.

Football chose me.

Kane is in the building.

Listen.

- Hey. - Time for a swim.

- Ah, you know what? - You go.

I have one more chapter left.

Uh, the same chapter

you've been reading for the past three hours?

Come on.

What's up with you and the water?

What are you talking about?

- You hate it. - I don't hate it.

What do you mean? I love the water.

Every house I have, I have to be near the ocean.

I know this.

That's a good thing, right?

Would be if you were in your Speedo.

Come on.

You've been promising you'd go boogie boarding

for the past three days.

Startin' to think it's bullshit.

Ah...

You know, come to think of it,

I don't think I've ever seen you in the water.

What are you talkin'...

we just took a shower together this morning.

I'm talking about the ocean, wiseass,

not a pool, hot tub...

Ah, yeah...

Oh, you know what, babe?

When football calls, I gotta answer it.

Way to deflect, Strasmore.

Well, you better come meet me

or I'm throwing that fucking phone in the ocean.

- I will. - I'll be right there.

Bossman, did you butt dial me again?

You always made me laugh, Strasmore.

Where are you these days?

Some exotic locale with a beautiful woman?

I'm actually curled up in my home with a good book.

Bullshit.

You don't strike me as a guy who likes to be alone.

- Yeah, why would you say that? - 'Cause you're like me.

We only like to be alone with other people.

You know, I'm a lot more spiritual these days.

Well, I wish I was too.

It would help me deal with my problems,

my big, goddamn rich people problems.

I've never heard you stressed.

It's 'cause it only happens about once every ten years

when the CBA expires.

Nobody wins with a strike.

Well, maybe you should communicate better

with your players,

especially if you want them to play 18 games.

Well, why do you think I'm calling you?

Effective immediately, the Chiefs need a new owner.

The Tyreek Hill situation put the Hunts over the edge.

So you want me to buy the Chiefs?

- You're the perfect candidate. - Uh-huh.

I'm sure my skin tone doesn't hurt.

Well, you are pretty.

And the league doesn't like to look out of touch.

I'm not like you, Bossman.

You calling me a redneck?

In the kindest of ways, yes, I am.

Hmm.

Our culture is a bunch of red-blooded,

ball-swinging men not too different than yourself.

Maybe you just need to wipe the dirt off the mirror

and take a good look.

Well that was the problem to begin with.

I was just an asshole chasing a buck.

That's why I had to retire.

Take it from me, the day you retire

is the day you march toward your death.

Whoa!

Look at you, like a modern day Ben-Hur

in your half-a-million-dollar chariot,

except yours is lined with Alcantara leather,

not the skin of infidels.

No... no, that's got the infidel skin.

And thank you.

The imagery you summon always brightens my morning.

I would never spare flattery...

not on your anniversary, anyway.

What do you mean my anniversary?

It's the 14th today.

My wife... my wife didn't die until the 18th.

No, no, no, I'm saying it's a year to the day

since Spencer walked out on you,

facilitating our little partnership.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- I... - don't often think of the guy.

Has he at least called you to check in?

No.

Besides, you and I have more pressing issues to discuss.

- What like? - Like this.

We're being evicted.

No, what do you... That's impossible.

- We got a lease. - Oh, yeah?

Well, that's LA real estate for ya.

You're taking this surprisingly well.

- Oh! - I was in a blinding rage

for the last 24 hours, at least.

But then, I woke up out of it and realized,

"Oh, this is a blessing.

We're getting into real estate."