Ballers

I know, and she's so adorable.

- I mean, I love her. - She is beautiful.

And I gotta tell you, it is a very generous bond, Mrs. Lowenstein.

Your granddaughter is a very lucky little lady.

I still wonder why the Dolphins ever let you go.

You should have retired here in Miami.

Well, everyone else does.

Although you lost a few steps at the end.

Couldn't get the edge anymore.

And we picked up two stud corners by moving you to New Orleans.

Yep, that's right.

One of them made the Pro Bowl if I remember correctly.

As an alternate. Really no big deal.

- Good morning, Joe. - Morning, Spencer.

- And good morning, Mrs. Lowenstein. - Good morning.

I love those earrings. What are those, little dolphins?

- And diamonds. - Dolphins and diamonds.

- My favorite. - Thank you.

- So good to see you. - Thank you.

You smell great, by the way.

What are you doing?

See you in my office right now.

Yep, I'll be right there. Let me walk you out.

- He's very strange. - He's bipolar.

See Ricky Jerret's YouTube clip?

Man's got a future in MMA.

Yeah, I've watched that 50 times.

Still makes me cringe.

What about that piece of ass he was nailing in the toilet?

Oh, that's Ricky. He's a hopeless romantic.

Listen...

I want you to stop playing small ball.

- Small ball? - Yeah.

I didn't get you certified and show you all the angles

so you can open up short change bonds for the fucking bridge club.

Our clients deserve our full attention, Spencer.

- Those are your words. - Well, yeah, that was a year ago, Spence.

I mean, Anderson didn't even want you here.

It's not like we can just sit around and--

What do you mean Anderson didn't even want me here?

Yeah.

He calls you a football guy. I thought I told you that.

No, no, you didn't tell me that.

Well, I didn't want to mess with your head, you know?

Way to execute on that, Joe.

The point is, it took work to convince

the old man that you're not just some jock in a tailored suit.

This is custom-made. Tell me you love it.

It's very nice. It is.

But unless Frau Lowenstein put up 4,000 yards

and 50 touchdowns last season, it doesn't count for shit.

Lowenstein claims to have blown the entire '72 Dolphins front four.

And that's impressive and disgusting.

And also not the marquee client we covet.

We gotta think a little bit bigger than that, right?

Right. Think bigger.

Bigger like Vernon Littlefield bigger?

Don't you dare fucking tease me.

These pants are fresh.

You better get a new pair. I just signed him a few days ago.

What?!

Vernon Littlefield's one of the best players in the league.

- Mwah! - Get in there.

Soon to be one of the richest, too.

It's a lot of wealth to manage.

A lot of friends he can refer to Anderson Financial.

Between Littlefield and Jarret, we are making big headway.

Oh, man.

- Get the word out and sign even more athletes. - Exactly my thought.

Hey, would you mind

if I took you in my mouth right now?

- The whole thing? - The whole shebang.

Make it quick.

God, man! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this.

I mean, Vernon fucking Littlefield.

- Cheers, brother. - Mm!

Let me see the paperwork.

We're working on it.

You don't have it?

It's not a problem. He's checking it with his guy.

His-- you just said you're his guy.

I am almost his guy.

Listen, Vernon and I have an understanding. It's all good.

You have an understanding

with a 24-year-old defensive lineman, Spence.

That's not something we can bank on.

If we're gonna bring this to Anderson

and prove to him that you belong here,

he needs to see a fucking authorization form.

Now go get it. Go.

And thank you for the blue balls.

Why the fuck are you yelling? Just talk to me.

Fuck.

No kiss good-bye?

I got you a little something for your first day.

What did you--

I know how much this number means to you.

It means the world, baby.

I mean, almost as much as you.

Aw, that's sweet.

Listen, this is a fresh start for us, huh?

I'll never let you down again.

I know you won't. Because if you do, that's the end of it.

No more free passes. Do you hear me?

- Loud and clear. - I'm fucking serious, Ricky.

So am I. No more fucking around, okay?

Babe, I promise.

Good, and now you have this

to remind you what an amazing and forgiving woman I am.

That I do, okay? I'll cherish this.

This thing must have cost you a fortune.

Oh, no, baby, when it comes to our love, money is no object.

And I used your Black Card to buy it. Have a great day.

You did...?

Let's go, push. Pick it up. Pick it up.

- Come on, you got it. - Push! Push!

You wanna go home? You got this, baby.

You wanna drop that 10 pounds?

Push! Yes, push!

Push! Ah, yeah.

Come on, baby. Bend it up.

Drop those 10 pounds.

Hey, Spencey. Going someplace?

- Good to see you, Reg. - I know you don't mean that.

Any friend of Vernon's a friend of mine.

Yo, man, so what can I do for you?

I need to talk to Vernon for a minute.

He don't want no interruptions.

But I hear you've been poaching.

Spencer, baby.

Miss Littlefield.

- How you doing? - Never better.

You look beautiful as always.

Oh, these old rags.

Miss Littlefield, I need to bend your son's ear for a minute.

He's a little caught up at the moment.

I see that. He's working hard.

Mm-hmm. Baby boo needs to drop a dime.

- Get faster off the ball. - Amen.

Let's meet for brunch at the Biltmore tomorrow.

His day off. Just us.

- Biltmore? - Yeah.

Sounds good.

- Perfect. - Okay.

- Have a great day. - Thank you, baby. You, too.

Thank you. See you all later.

Hey, Jason get Vernon's new deal done yet?

Call him yourself. He'd love to hear from you.

Best hope he does. Only way you're gonna get your 300 back.

It ain't about the money, Reg.

I'm just trying to do what's right for Vern.

Look out for his best interests.

By lining your pockets up with his cash.

What cash?

You made damn sure he doesn't have any left.

Fuck you, man.

Hey, Reg, it doesn't have to be this way.

You made damn sure it does by going behind my back.

Now why don't you go on over there, man,

and step the fuck off before I make a scene?

Looking good, Reg. Keep keeping it real.

Brunch at the Biltmore? I thought you said he was broke.

Well, Reggie has clearly redefined what that means.

Buddy, it won't be easy driving a wedge between those two.

I'll give you 300,000 reasons why it should be.

I warned you not to give him that money.

- It was a loan. - Oh, yeah?

You set up a plan for him to repay that loan?

Yeah, he'll square it.

I told him he was a client.

Fantastic. What'd he say to that?

He asked me if I wanted to hang out.

Spence, you gave him a check.

You know, all that does is enable him to spend even more.

I know, man. But, look,

if Reggie would just shut the fuck up and get out of the way,

Vernon wouldn't have this problem. You know that.

- And plus, he should know better. - Yeah, but most guys don't.

I mean, think of all the stupid shit you used to spend your money on.

What? Oh, the 10,000-gallon aquarium I put in my house?

- Is that what you're talking to? - That's one thing.

- Sharks need space. - That they do. That they do.

Look, you know that I hate to fly,

but I'm gonna make a special trip to Dallas,

sit down with Hal at OTAs and get Vernon his new contract

and make sure he can pay his debts.

Wow, just like that?

You want to question my mojo now?

I need you thinking happy, pleasant thoughts

while I try to pull two misguided friends out of the poorhouse.

I am nowhere near that neighborhood.

The way you look, I almost believe it. You're gorgeous.

You're the second guy who's hit on me today.

Is it the Axe Body Spray? Tell me.

I'll call you tomorrow.

What, no kiss good-bye?

Five minutes early. You are truly born again, Ricky.

Whatever it takes, Mr. Siefert.

A little mix-up with the equipment manager, but we'll work that out.

Good, we won't tolerate any "me first" bullshit in this outfit.