Ballers

What about you, Brent?

What are you bringing to the party?

Siefert. He's pissed off me and Berg agreed about Kasan T.

He won't let it go.

How 'bout we invite 'em over for a home-cooked meal?

Come on, get up. - What you wanna do, Berg?

You wanna know what I'm gonna do?

Yo, call the cops, there's a weird white kid in our house.

(ON PHONE) What house are you in, Rick?

No one else has been able to make this deal happen.

What makes you think you can?

I'll give you two billion reasons why.

Now, that's the kind of spectacle and vision we're talking about.

Hey. - Hey, good morning, Bret.

- Comrades! - Mr. Anderson.

- You know what? Call me Bret. - Seriously?

Yeah, I mean, what the fuck?

I think we're there. Come here.

- Oh. - Mwah. I love this guy.

- Wow. - I feel the same way, Bret.

Hey, now that Hastings came through with the...

with the land and the $100 million,

I really think it's our turn to step it up.

- We gotta do this. - All we gotta do is get half

of what this monstrosity is gonna cost

and the bank will cover the rest, Bret.

Well, my rich foreign friends

are opening their checkbooks as we speak,

so pack your bags, gentlemen.

We are going on a little road trip.

- Hey! - Where we headed, Bret?

First up, Saudi Arabia,

then China, then Germany, and then the UK.

These guys are so enamored with American sports,

they can't wait to claim their little piece.

How about we just call them?

We're... we're not texting Mommy and Daddy

for beer money like goddamn college students.

Come on, if we don't have the money by next week's owners' meeting,

then Bossman can't swing the votes our way.

Plus, we can't leave ASM abandoned that long.

I'm thinking with its significant stake in the global real estate market

that Anderson Financial would find a proposal like this

- extremely intriguing. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We are not going to fucking New York.

Come on, they already know

what we're capable of accomplishing, Bret.

No, no, no.

Yes, and betting on the mother ship is far greater than going global.

Don't do that. Don't do that. It's four hours away.

No go! You guys might not know this,

but I'm not exactly on the greatest terms

with the board at the current moment.

- Your name is on the building. - Doesn't mean diddly dick.

I'm basically just an employee like you two humps.

You're an employee with a gigantic yacht

and an amazing mansion in Palm Beach.

Come on.

Yeah, you can do this. You're the man, Bret.

It's the best play we got.

I believe in you.

We. We believe in you, Bret.

Stop calling me Bret.

- That the quad? - Yeah. No dairy, just like you asked.

Got one for myself. The stuff makes my nerves all jangly.

Maybe it's something else.

Can we not beat around the bush

and just talk about what happened the other night?

Your wife's a great cook.

Thank her for the to-go plate.

Look, we all thrive on competition in this business.

And the urge to win is exactly how we all got to where we are.

But if you and Coach Berg can't get on the same page,

well, all we got is a house built on sand.

The same page?

We're not even in the same book or the same fucking library, for that matter.

Okay, so then let's write a new book together.

Good idea. I got the perfect title...

- "Finding a New Head Coach." - (CHUCKLES)

You're gonna let Berg go?

No, I think since you two have gotten so close,

you're the man to do it.

No, you ain't gonna pull that shit on me again.

This is the head coach, not some offensive lineman.

Better the news comes from a friend.

Maybe you and Julie can whip him up a Last Supper.

Be sure and bring me some leftovers.

Amen.

Damn, T, you got enough food?

Fuck you, Jason. I'm eating for two.

- Well, me and this nigga. - What's the deal with my new contract?

Well, the Pats, they're digging in on a one-year deal.

- Cheap motherfuckers. - Hey, it's just a starting point.

You know I'm gonna get them to two.

I never missed an assignment or was late for a meeting,

and I caught 104 passes last year.

On 138 targets. Rick's the good-hands man.

- It's not personal. - Well, I just want my money.

I practically played for free the last two seasons, J.

You asked for a ring, you got one.

You want some more money, we're gonna grind it out with Belichick.

Let me get on it, you enjoy your quinoa, okay?

- I'll call you later. - Please do.

What's wrong with you, man?

You're gonna put somebody eye out with a grapefruit.

Get the fuck outta here. Somebody should kick him out.

- What are you doing? - That wasn't me! It was that guy!

What are you doing?

Hannah!

Hannah, my love,

can I get another drink, and make it a real double this time?

- Yes, of course. - Thank you.

We land in, like, 10 minutes.

Yeah, like that's ever stopped me before.

Oh, the pilot says we're being rerouted.

Wait, wait, what? Hold on, what?

What's that? What?

Can you make it a triple if we're crashing?

Anderson Financial moved your meeting to the Hamptons.

Yeah, whoa, whoa. Why, why, why?

The CEO didn't return to the city as planned, so we land in 20 minutes.

- Cool. - I'll get you that drink.

Probably having a death cult meeting.

It's okay. It's just a change in location.

Now we gotta listen to that prick brag

about his fancy fucking beach house.

It's gonna work out in our favor, all right?

Casual setting, it's good for business.

That's right, we do our best work outside of the office.

I closed Josh Norman at The Body Shop.

Yes, and then the Hamptons is where Roc Nation

closed that huge Kevin Durant deal for the Warriors.

That's right, good karma.

What are you, a fucking Buddhist now?

Bret, do you wanna go over the P&Ls one more time before we land?

I know what the damn... I know the pitch, okay?

I'd just rather do it at a One Direction concert.

I wish you'd stay sitting in one direction.

I'm trying.

And now because of your brisket, I gotta go fire Berg.

I didn't know it was gonna turn into a steel cage match.

You had everybody at the table holding hands, saying grace.

Coach Berg only prays for victory.

I was trying to bring God to the table.

Yeah, to break bread with the antichrist.

You don't want my help, then stop asking.

Why you calling me at work anyway?

I just thought you should know.

You want somebody to blame for your mess,

go find a big-ass mirror.

You...!

Julie Greane. - Hey!

- You're early, Ricky. - I am, I am indeed.

Eager to hear all is well upstairs, you know.

please call 271... - Hey.

- You remember TTD. - Unfortunately, I do.

- Ms. Dr. Greane. - Hey. Just go in there.

- After you. - All right.

Doc, I'm concerned.

He's had dizziness, headaches,

light sensitivity, some serious-ass memory problems.

I remember telling you to stay the fuck home.

And he's been irritable as fuck, too.

You need to see a neurologist.

Now, it would be unethical for me to examine your head.

But I do have a friend that works in the south wing that can talk to you.

She specializes in brain injuries.

All right, I trust you.

And if you trust her, let's go with it.

All right, here's her card.

Nobody can know about this, not even Chuck, okay?

I won't say a word, and Dr. Robbins is very discreet.

Thank you.

You're welcome. I'll tell her you're coming.

- Bring it in, Doc. - No.

Damn, I'm seeing Charles in a whole new light.