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This is the world. There are almost six billion people on it.
When I was a kid there were three. It's hard to keep up.
There, that's better. That's America.
America still sets the tone for the world.
In Indiana, Clark Hodd. The country's best point guard.
Last week he scored 100 points in a single game.
Erica Sorgi. You'll see her in the next Olympics.
In Seattle, Dallas Malloy, 16.
Her lawsuit paved the way for women boxers.
She's picturing her ex-boyfriend.
In Indio, California. Art Stallings.
Check out what pure joy looks like.
In Odessa, Texas. The great Frank Cushman.
This April, 26 teams will be falling over themselves to sign him.
He's my most important client.
When are you gonna try and concentrate?!
There's genius everywhere. It's like popcorn. Some pop...
Coach, you don't know diddly about golf!
...some don't.
I'm the guy you don't usually see.
I'm behind the scenes. I'm the sports agent.
I'm gonna hurt you this year.
My door's always open if you want to get a real agent.
You're welcome, Johnny.
I'll go to a meeting now to talk about you. I'd kill for you.
- We've gotta win. - I hail you.
Jerry, how are you doing?
- How much is this going to cost? - We both know what you can afford.
I'll just write it down.
- I can't afford that. - Winning isn't cheap.
You know the photos of the new player with the owner?
That's me on the left.
This is where I work. SMI. Sports Management International.
Thirty-three agents guiding the careers...
...of 1685 of the most finely tuned athletes alive.
I handle the lives and dreams...
...of 72 clients and get 264 phone calls a day.
I will not rest until you hold a Coke...
...in a new commercial starring you...
...broadcast during a Super Bowl game you're winning.
It's what I do best.
I noticed a few years ago, and didn't say a word.
Was the girl 16 or 17?
Wanting the big dollar, things went wrong.
There's no proof of anything. This guy is a sensational athlete.
Are you Calvin Nack? Can you sign my card?
I'm sorry, fella, I can't sign this.
- Only Pro-Jam Blue Dot cards. - Just wanted an autograph.
Lately, it's gotten worse.
Oh, he goes down!
Hi, baby.
Do you know your name?
Wait, it's coming. My name is Steve Remo.
I play for Chicago. This lady here is my wife.
Hi, baby.
This is my boy. And this is...
Wait.
My agent. My agent.
I gotta play this weekend. If I play at 65 percent...
...I get a bonus. I gotta get the bonus.
- Okay, Jesse. Take care, little guy. - Mr. Maguire?
This is his fourth concussion. Shouldn't he stop?
It would take a tank to stop your dad.
It would take all five...
...Super Trooper VR Warriors to stop your dad.
Right?
Right?
Fuck you!
Who had I become? Just another shark in a suit?
- -skyrocketing salaries, and you are one of the guys responsible.
He's a sensational athlete.
Two days later, at our Miami conference, a breakthrough.
I have $18 million...
Breakdown? Breakthrough.
- I just wanted an autograph. - Do you know your name?
I couldn't escape one simple thought:
I hated myself.
No, here's what it was:
I hated my place in the world.
I had so much to say, no one to listen.
And then it happened.
It was the oddest, most unexpected thing.
I began writing what they call a mission statement, not a memo.
A suggestion for the future of our company.
A night like this doesn't come along often. I seized it.
What started out as one page became 25.
Suddenly, I was my father's son again.
I was remembering the simple pleasures of this job.
The way a stadium sounds when my player performs well.
The way we're meant to protect them, in health and in injury.
With so many clients, we had forgotten what was important.
I wrote and wrote and wrote. And I'm not even a writer.
I was remembering my mentor's words, Dicky Fox, who said:
The key to this business is personal relationships.
Suddenly, it was all pretty clear. The answer was fewer clients.
Less money. More attention.
Caring for them, caring for ourselves.
Just starting our lives really!
I'll be the first to admit, what I was writing was touchy-feely.
I didn't care. I've lost the ability to bullshit.
It was the me I'd always wanted to be.
I took it to a Copymat and printed up 110 copies.
The cover looked like Catcher in the Rye.
I entitled it, The Things We Think and Do Not Say:
The Future of Our Business.
That's how you become great, man.
Hang your balls out there.
Thanks.
- Everybody got one. - Some animals walk on two feet.
They don't want peace.
Society needs protection from these warped minds.
Boom!
This is Jerry Maguire. Did those manuscripts...?
- They've all gone out. - They did?
No, that's fine.
Thank you.
Finally, somebody said it.
- Good work, Maguire. - Yeah, yeah!
I was 35.
I'd started my life.
- How long do you give him? - About a week.
- You're with the sports people? - Jerry Maguire, SMI.
Bobbi Fallon, BPI. I'm producing the Coke commercials.
Well, good luck with that.
Hi, my son is allergic to the blankets. I was wondering...
That's all we have, okay?
- I'm sorry if I was rude just now. - That's okay. We're in it together now.
Why is it so easy to talk with you? Tell me about your fiancée.
- We're not at your pitch yet. - Tell me how you proposed.
Honey, are you all right? Do you want some juice?
Thank you. We're hiking up through the pools.
Got the ring in my pocket. I'm a little nervous.
I'm lagging. She says to me...
...get this: "Hurry up, klutz."
It bothered me somewhat. I got quiet. Then she got quiet.
I decide I'm not gonna propose. The mood is not right.
At this point I know she knows that I was gonna propose.
She knows I know.
- So we check back into the hotel. - How sad.
Little do I know that my assistant assumed that I've now proposed.
She's got a band to play "Here Comes The Bride" when we walk in.
- I love it. - All the football guys are watching.
There's even an ESPN crew.
So I turn to her, sort of grandly say:
"This is me, klutz, asking you...
...goddess of rock climbing, to marry me."
I took out the ring. I mean, I don't much like big scenes...
...but she said yes right there.
Some of the toughest men in football wept.
- We're getting married in February. - You'll be married forever.
- What's wrong, Mom? - First class is what's wrong, honey.
It used to be a better meal, now it's a better life.
Ray?
Ray?!
Come on, buddy!
- High five! - Ray!
- Oh, God. Ray! - Excuse me, can I help you?
Jerry Maguire.
I work in your office. I was on a junket.
I know, Dorothy Boyd in Accounts.
You have this poster of Einstein's face on Shaquille O'Neal's body.
That's pretty good.
- What did you lose? - My son, my mind.
Ray! Ray!
Listen, Dorothy. Dorothy?
While I go look for him, grab this gentleman here.
You scared me. You scared me!
- Don't do that again, ever! - Okay, Mommy.
Ever, ever, ever! Okay? Ever!
Dorothy?
- Take care. - Thank you so much.
I loved your memo, by the way.
- You did? - Yeah.
Thanks. Actually, it was just a mission statement.
In this age, optimism is a revolutionary act.
- You think so? - Yeah.
I appreciate that. I didn't know if I should write it.
It was 2:00 in the morning. Some of the stuff I just, you know...
No. That part about embracing what is virginal...
Just a second.
...and force commerce to give a little back for the greater good.
God, I was inspired, and I'm an accountant, you know?
I mean, to respect yourself enough to say it out loud.
To put yourself out there like that, so nakedly.
I don't know. It got me.
Is this bothering you?
No, this is great.
- It's great. - One, two, three!
Do you need a ride? You okay?
- What? - Need a lift?
Oh, no! Yeah, I'm sure that would just make your day.
To drive us out to Manhattan Beach. Little tiny streets.
Playing chicken with traffic. Your life flashing before you.
- I've obviously had too much coffee. - No problem.
Oh, there's my sister, Laurel, to pick us up.
Ray...
...Dorothy.
Pleasure.
Bye.
Hey, Ray, hey you. I'm double-parked, let's go.
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