♪
Hey.
Well, well, well.
What you doing around these parts, ma'am?
Well, you know, Montana told me that you were here.
- Oh, did she? - Mm-hmm.
- Hey. - Hey.
So, today's the big day, huh?
Yep.
- Just hope it doesn't ring. - Mm-hmm.
If it rings, that means I didn't make the team.
Oh, I have a good feeling about it.
Yeah, we'll see.
So, how's the ankle?
No more cortisone, right?
Right, right.
There's nothing I can do now.
Either I made the team or I didn't.
Good.
Come here. Come on.
- Where are we going? - We are going somewhere fun.
- Come on. - Brittany, I got--
- Brittany, I gotta get ready for work. - Do you trust me?
- Come on. - What are you-- I gotta go.
What is this?
Hey, you made the team.
Seriously?
Y'all not playing me, right?
No, you made the team!
I have a little proposition for you.
I knew I'd wear you down.
- I suggest that we get cozy,
cruising the waters of the Maldives.
Oh. Well, I suggest
that we stick to business and get cozy
cruising down a river of cash.
Well, my interest is piqued. Go on.
I wanna buy Oakmont Sports Academy.
Well, I guess we'll both be living our dreams
in the end zone.
Guess so.
Oakmont, future client, smart business.
But let's get to the juicy part-- me.
Well, my cash is on lock.
I need a float.
What you offering for collateral?
My good name.
Your name is always good with me, Tasha,
even if Garrett hasn't signed his contract yet.
But I need more.
Let's say, 51% interest in your agency.
Ah, babe, I hate to have to do this, but I gotta go.
- Right now? - Yeah, I know.
I'm meeting with Tasha to come clean about the club.
Oh, take Demarco with you as a bodyguard.
- Take the rest of the team too.
Tasha, I just need a show of good faith.
You can buy back your stake at any time.
When do you need the money?
Now, there's an emergency board meeting today,
so how 'bout 20%?
35, pretty lady.
Damn. All right.
Send the paperwork over to my attorney.
I will make the call immediately.
You know what? This club...
- Mm-hmm? - ...is gonna be a game-changer, really.
And I will have the best seat in the house
- to watch you play. - Mm, can't wait.
All right, well, let me know how it goes.
Will do.
I do have one favor to ask.
Oh, will you please take it easy, Colonel, okay?
I already gave you the "T" and the "M" in my name, come on.
I'd rather have the "T" and the "A."
But promise me that Club End Zone
will be the hottest thing in all of football.
- Wait, wait. What? - Club End Zone.
Isn't what you and Brittany are calling it?
Ah. Me and Brittany.
Well, I promise you, it's gonna be hotter than hell.
♪
- Oh! Oh-ho-ho! - My man!
Dawg, you better pick up them blitzes
and keep my ass safe, you hear me?
Oh, I will. Hey, and thank you.
- I owe you so much. - Feeling is mutual, dawg.
- Feeling's mutual. - Yes, sir.
Oh, gosh, get a room.
- Garrett.
Malik, how'd the meeting go with the union?
Mr. Sabin, how do you vote?
I vote for Prescott.
That's three votes Prescott Enterprises,
two for the Tasha Mack Corporation.
Ms. Moore?
- Tasha Mack. - That's three votes each.
Mr. Landry, as the longest running board member,
you have the deciding vote.
- Simone. - Yes?
- You have served this school well. - Thank you.
But I vote Tasha Mack.
- Pow, pow, pow. - You have gotta be kidding me.
James, how could you do this?
You chopped that baby's hair. It went spiral on the Internet.
It's "viral," you fucking coot.
Whatever, we can't afford that kind of press.
This woman is not fit to run my academy.
Oh, says the woman who is fit to be tied.
- Ken! Bob! - No!
Please escort this woman out of my academy.
- It's my academy! - Not anymore.
No, no, no, this cannot be happening.
- It is happening. - This is not over.
Don't you dare. Don't you dare.
- Thank you. - You'll do well.
Thank you.
- Ooh! Oh!
Oh!
School is in session, Monique.
Lining up head mistress interviews as we speak.
- Thank you. - Congratulations.
- Wow. - So proud of you.
- Auntie Tasha, you did it.
This is incredible. How-- how did you pull it off?
Oh, a little spit, a little grease,
a little help from people I trust.
Well, fellas, the union said we don't have enough owner votes
to secure lifetime healthcare, unfortunately.
So, it's on us, then.
Either we play or we strike.
- Yeah. - I don't know, I don't know.
- That's risky as hell, Garrett. - Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho. Chill, chill, chill.
Bro, listen, it's not gonna come to that.
I'm gonna have a talk with the Colonel, okay?
Trust your QB. Have I ever let you all down?
Yes!
Okay, but that was that one time,
and that was before No Nut November.
And if I can handle that shit,
then I can handle the Colonel. Come on, y'all.
You didn't handle it. You fell nine days short.
Oh-ho-ho!
Look who's been a pro for five minutes
and already got the mouth of a vet!
That's what I'm talking about.
Hey, bartender, get Clint Black-wood
another drink over here to shut him up.
How dare you use my name
without my permission with the Colonel.
That's what I was gonna tell you, is...
Oh, well, here you go lying again.
I told you that the Colonel is where I eat.
So, what, you must think I'm some feeble, forgetful fool?
No, but that was three "F"s, so I understand you're pissed.
Well, then here's another one. You're fired.
What?
My goodwill tank is on empty.
- We're done, Brittany. - No, no.
My dad said that he could fund the club
so we could still do this and it's not--
Girl, I don't need Jason's money,
and I don't need you.
The club is in good hands-- mine.
- It's my idea. - It was my name that sold it.
You know, one day, little girl,
you gonna learn just how important
having a good name is.
Two weeks, and my franchise
will take over the football world.
But right now, I hear rumblings about players striking.
Well, you hear rumblings because that's the only card
the players have to play.
Malik, I'm impressed.
You've put yourself in such a position of power.
Becoming the players rep,
that was a stroke of genius for us.
Colonel, I have to be honest with you.
I did it for everybody.
I did it for the owners and the players.
But the big boys, you guys gotta compromise a little bit.
It's funny.
In a game filled with titans, you call us the big boys.
Mm-hmm, yeah, well, the big boys have the big money.
Now, Colonel, I know you have enough votes
to turn the tide on this healthcare thing.
Mm. Very astute, Malik.
But why would I do something so financially reckless?
'Cause it's the right thing to do.
I would argue that this is the right thing to do.
What's this?
A pre-signed ownership agreement,
effective immediately, in exchange for your loyalty.
Now, Colonel, you know if you can give me this ownership now,
then you could have done it before this season.
Son...
you weren't ready before this season.
Let Tasha have a look at that, I'll clear an office.
We'll get you signed.
Sign it, seal it, deliver it.
Our dreams just came true.
Of course I'll go to the game,
but it's only to see Beyoncé sing the national anthem.
Can you imagine singing in front of all those people?
You're gonna do it one day.
And remember, even she needed help to become Beyoncé.
That's not true. The only help she had
was from Papa Dios.
- Not true.
Because that judge on Star Search,
unless his name was Papa Dios,
where she got her big break, she needed help.
She didn't even win Star Search.
How do you know so much about Beyoncé?
The same reason you know so much about Michael B. Jordan.
Yeah, he fine. But he ain't you.
Good... good save.
She seems more grumpy than usual.
Give me a second.
Brittany.
- What are you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing?
- I'm packing. - Well, whatever it is,
you don't have to run away.
I'm not running, all right? I'm leaving.
I'm-- I'm sick of Vegas, and it's just--
it's time for something new.
No, I'm calling bullshit on that.
- How is that bullshit? - You left San Diego, you went to Miami.
Miami got tough, you came to Vegas.
And now it's getting tough, and you're running again.
Yo, if you wanna be this big boss that you pretend to be,
you can't keep running.
- Whatever, I'm sick of this. - Oh, you're sick of this?
News flash, Raq, this has nothing to do with you.
I know it has nothing to do with me,
because it's all about Brittany, right?
What is that supposed to mean?
It means, why don't you just go?
If the people that you love can't depend on you,
then what's the point?
- It's everything we ever wanted, dawg.
Just sign the damn contract.
Dawg, don't you get it?
This ain't the same, bro.
Yeah, yeah, I want team ownership,
but something about this, it just don't feel right, dawg.
Fuck your feelings.
Stop being a bitch and make our dream real.
Oh, said the bitch who ain't real
and don't understand that I'm dealing with real people.
So, you'd rather just let me down.
Again.
Oh, okay, now you gotta call Mommy and get permission.
Stand up, bro. Be a man.
Wow, Erica. Quite an impressive résumé.
Thank you.
Excuse me one second.
Sure.
Okay, where were we?
Yeah, Ma, listen, I need to talk to you,
so please call me back as soon as you can.
And yes, this is about business.
Fuck.
So, it's true.
You're leaving.
What are you doing here, Jamison?
I came to stop you from making a mistake.
Coming to Vegas was a mistake.
You really think that?
Raquel called me and I rushed over here
to talk some sense to you.
But if it's so easy for you to pack up and leave,
- why would I try that? - It's easy? It's easy?
- Easy! - I just lost my job.
I got fired and I lost my club, Jamison.
What would you do if you got cut from the team?
Would you try to make it work from here?
Would you fight to find a way to play?
Why are you playing? How it makes you feel?
I need a why too.
And you can't fix that.
So, this-- so this is goodbye?
Wait, wait, Jamison.
Whatever we have going on,
it's the best thing I have in my life right now.
But I need more, and you still have this stuff with Allison
where she's floating around in your heart, and...
I don't wanna go.
But I don't wanna stay and regret staying for you.
I don't want you to stay for me.
I want you to stay here 'cause you know
that if we give this even half a shot,
it'll be something special.
I know, I know.
I just need some, uh, time.
I told you, if you took Geno in,
things wasn't gonna end well, and look at you.
Players rep,
focused on everything but the right thing.
I wish you wasn't fucking here.
Well, I am here, and I ain't going nowhere
till you set shit straight, so-- ooh, I got this.
So, either you sign this contract
or confess what you did.
What? That ain't my fault, dawg, that--
Stop lying to yourself.
- I'm not lying! - Then why am I here?
I don't wanna talk about this shit no more, dawg.
- I don't wanna talk about it. - That's the problem.
We need to talk about this,
because you took everything from me.
My career, my dream, my life, everything.
You did that. You either sign it or say it.
I'm not fucking lying to myself.
Sign it or say it.
I'm sorry, dawg, it's my--
- Sign it or say it. - I said I'm sorry.
Sign it or say it.
I'm fucking sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
- Sign it or say it. - It's my fault!
Dawg, it's my fault.
It's my fault, bro, I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
Man, I'm sorry, Caleb!
Caleb, I'm sorry, dawg, I'm sorry.
Malik, Malik.
- It's my fault. - Malik.
- It's my fault, dawg. - Bro, bro, bro, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
Malik, what's wrong?
I killed my best friend.
Okay, look, I'm gonna take you to the doctor.
- I don't need a doctor. - Let me get you to a doctor.
I'm cool, dawg, I don't need a fucking doctor!
Okay, okay, okay. Malik, it's okay, man.
Hey, hey, bro. Hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
- It's okay. - Nah, dawg, I don't need to go to the doctor.
I'm okay, man, I'm okay. I just need a minute.
All right. All right.
I'm sorry, dawg.
You know what to do.
Unburden yourself.
I need to borrow your cell phone, bro.
So, my office manager tells me that you are honest,
hardworking, and ready to get off a desk.
Shana, yeah, she's-- she's great, I just love her.
Okay, well, speaking of love,
now, if I were to hire you,
I need you to stay off that desk,
especially with my clients.
No screaming and creaming,
not with my son, players, coaches,
not even with your damn self.
Oh. Okay, um, Miss Mack,
I can assure you, my interests are strictly professional.
- Mm-hmm. - I'm ready to learn from the best.
Mm. Okay.
Well, congratulations. You're hired, okay?
- Yeah? - And may the Lord be with you.
But not on my desk, huh?
Oh! I see you, okay.
You got comedy and blasphemy all rolled up into one, huh?
I think this just might work.
Hey, y'all.
What up?
Can't believe I'm doing this.
But it needs to be done.
I've been going through a lot of shit lately,
and I've been holding it in,
and that ain't been the best thing for me.
So, figured I'd do the healthy thing
and unburden myself.
So, here we go, world.
I just had a whole emotional and mental breakdown.
As a football player
and as a Black man in this country,
I've always been taught that I need to be tough,
and to push through.
My mom used to tell me when I was a kid, she'd say,
"Malik, in order to survive this world,
"you gotta take your hits, you gotta get up, son,
and you gotta keep going."
I've been carrying around a lot of guilt,
a lot of guilt by my best friend, Caleb Jones.
He died.
It's not your fault, 'Lik.
Maybe it is, maybe it ain't.
But I feel it all the same, dawg.
Excuse me, I'm talking to him.
Yeah, you heard me right.
Sometimes I talk to him.
'Cause I see him. That's a part of my trauma.
It's been haunting me, and I know that Caleb shows up
because I never addressed it.
So, here I go. Now...
Sir, can you get off the 215 and take Green Valley?
- My flight's in an hour. - Homecoming.
- Thank you. - Senior year.
We were up by two scores.
Caleb needed one catch
to set the single game reception record.
I threw the pass,
it sailed on me.
He laid out and he caught it.
Then he got hit.
And that hit...
...it paralyzed him.
Less than a year later, my boy was dead,
and that shit ain't right.
It was always Caleb's dream
for us to own a football team.
And the closer I get to ownership,
I realize that I killed my best friend.
And I keep telling myself,
"Malik, that ain't your fault, bro."
But the shit feels real.
So, what am I gonna do about it?
Well, I'm doing it.
For one, I'm gonna start being honest with myself.
I'm gonna stop telling myself that I can do this on my own,
and then I'm gonna seek professional help.
And I would encourage each and every one of you
who feels you need it to seek help also.
There ain't no shame in helping yourself.
So, I'll check back in with y'all.
My name is Malik Wright...
...and I have a mental health issue.
One love.
Good job.
All this time, I've been waiting for you to apologize.
- Mom. - I'm sorry.
Oh, Mom, I wanted to tell you so bad.
I should have known
when our communication broke down.
Baby, it'll never happen again.
Well, I just had a regular old breakdown.
It might happen again.
- I'm sorry too, Mom. - About what?
I never should have dropped that tweet on you, I'm sorry.
I bought that tweet from Jameela to protect you.
And I'm sorry, I just got mad and I just...
None of that matters.
The only thing that matters, baby,
is you getting better. Okay?
I love you, baby.
- Dawg, you leaving? -Yeah, I'm out, bro.
And I'm taking most of your baggage with me.
I love you, dawg.
I love you too, Caleb.
I'm not going anywhere.
♪
Happy Thursday, y'all. Emmanuel Acho here.
And like the rest of the world, I'm holding my breath
to see if the rumors are true.
Will the Vegas Fightin' Fury have the foot-balls
to actually boycott tonight's inaugural game of the season?
But here's the real question.
Is this guy gonna do the right,
or in this case, the Malik Wright thing?
Now, I get it. He stepped up in a major way,
made a bold post on social media,
raising awareness for mental health.
I give him love for that.
But that ain't got nothing to do
with the 1.2 billion dollars players, advertisers,
and ownership stand to lose if this game doesn't get played.
Yo, Malik, is that true, man?
It's a big money game, fellas.
Be ready for anything and everything.
The league is on notice,
the world on the edge of they seat.
To strike or not to strike?
That's the billion-dollar question.
The answer, we gonna find our later tonight.
It's the "Acho Solo Show."
I have experience in both hospitality and entertainment.
I actually owned a company where we serviced
high-profile clients like athletes.
That's what concerns me.
I think you're overqualified for this job.
Oh.
Well, ask my old boss, I'm sure she'll disagree.
Look, you understand this is a hostess position?
It's just part-time.
I really need this.
And if you hire me, I promise I won't let you down.
Yo, kid, got a minute?
Maybe more if we go on strike.
Well, I'll take this,
and trade you that.
Dawg, number 13!
Kenny Washington!
Bro, since you've moved in, you've opened my eyes
to the significance of Kenny Washington.
And frankly, you've opened my eyes to a lot of stuff.
So, thank you.
I... I don't even know what to say, bro.
Seriously, Malik, thank you.
Just play hard, and you make him proud.
All right, I-- I will.
Hey, then we're really gonna play, right?
Well, I got one last meeting with the Colonel.
We'll see if he offers up something that we can live with.
Look, I know healthcare is important,
but I owe the Colonel.
When I had nothing, he gave me a shot,
and not to mention, I've been working my whole life
- for this moment. - Yeah, I feel you.
Okay, so what happens if we walk tonight
and the other teams don't walk on Sunday?
True bravery is not knowing if others will follow,
but having the courage to do it first.
Learned that from 13, baby.
Blame yourself.
You understand how important it is.
Always, Colonel.
Garrett. So you understand,
once we kick off, my offer is rescinded.
I will not negotiate in season.
Surely, there are nicer ways for a Southern gentleman
to say hello, Colonel.
I apologize for my abruptness.
I'm a tad on edge.
On top of everything else,
it seems Beyoncé is under the weather.
I got no one to sing my national anthem.
Hey, Colonel.
How badly do you want me to sign that contract?
-I want every candle lit. - Every candle lit.
Bring the lights down and we can get it just the right tone.
Hey, hey, hey.
What's up with the wrinkled uniform?
You got an iron deficiency? Go home and change.
- Go home and change! - Okay, you know what?
- Stop that. - Stop th-- okay.
- Do you. - I am sorry, Tasha.
As you should be.
Wait, what the hell kinda stunt are you pulling?
You two know each other?
She was gonna run this place before I fired her,
but, I got it.
Okay.
Go. That is your cue.
- Leave, bye. - Oh, right, okay.
- That's a goodbye. - Thank you.
Tasha, I know you're mad and you want to...
And you need to get a job as a mind reader,
'cause you're not working here.
Just, okay. Please, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry for lying.
I'm sorry for going behind your back.
I'm sorry for not telling the Colonel.
Oh, well, you know what? All of that,
it's not sorry enough, Brittany.
Okay, I'm so sorry that I left Vegas
and went to Boca to visit my grandmother.
Just seeing how pleased she was, the way she lived her life.
Honestly, I seen a lot of you in her.
- Your grandmother? - No, not...
Just, I realized I wanna live my life the same way.
Okay, I am really sorry about your grandmother,
but you're gonna have to work all of that out
somewhere else, sweetheart.
N-No, just wait-- Tasha.
You gave me a chance to come clean,
when really I needed to be coming clean to myself.
But that starts today.
No more easy money schemes,
no more big baller moves, no more lies.
I'm just gonna build something real,
here and now in Vegas.
And it starts with trying to regain your trust.
And you really expect me to believe your lying ass
and give you a second chance?
No. Honestly, no.
But, I'm gonna ask anyway.
Because if you do, I'll be the best part-time hostess
and full-time fake niece you ever had.
'Cause right now, you suck at both, okay?
I deserve that.
But none of this would have been here
without your lying ass.
So, you can work here
only for the home games, and that's it.
Now, go on, girl, it's a damn line over there
- at the hostess station. - Oh, right, right.
Oh, oh, Tasha. This was sent to me.
They still think I'm your assistant, apparently.
But your issue drops on the first.
- I had this mounted for you.
Hot damn! I done beat Oprah's ass.
Oprah's ass!
- Go to work. - Okay.
- Congratulations. - Thank you, uh-huh.
Oh my God, I done beat Oprah.
Look, I done beat Oprah's ass.
I'm a mogul!
I'm a mogul.
Quite frankly, Malik, I am shocked
that you didn't accept my offer.
I thought you'd sign that contract
with your own blood.
Colonel, I'm trying to think like an owner.
But try as I might, I'm struggling with your stance.
Money, fairness, survival.
You cannot survive without the players.
You protect your players, you protect your money.
And it is the right thing for you to do.
All good points, but where does it end?
We make our money because of how we do business.
And as for doing right, we have better healthcare
than every major corporation in the world.
Yeah, and none of those employees
have to get their brains bashed in for a living.
Yo, Mr. Jiggles. You got a visitor.
I'll tell you what. You get those boys to play,
and I will get you your healthcare.
Four years of service, current players only.
Three years, retroactive.
Which brings me back to my initial point.
Where does it end?
The answer is right here.
This is where I draw my line.
Yeah, and players like Geno Jenkins
end up on the wrong side of that line.
Brittany, um...
- Uh... - Surprised?
Yeah.
Yeah, very.
Yeah, me too.
Look, when I left, I forgot about Vegas.
I forgot about the club.
But the one thing I couldn't stop thinking about is you.
I have that effect on women after I take 'em skating.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- That's what it was, mm-hmm. - Yeah, that's what it...
There are 1,800 players in this league,
which means tens of thousands of players
will be on the right side of that line.
You can change the life of every player
who straps on a helmet again.
- Hmm. - You gave up your shot
at ownership, son.
Don't miss your chance to be a hero.
Look, Brittany, if you're here,
I need to know that you're here to stay.
I'm done running.
And I'm willing to give this a real shot, if you are.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Yeah, I'll give you that.
- Okay. - Okay.
Well, good luck tonight.
- Thank you. - Yeah, I'll be cheering you on
from Club End Zone, so...
Yeah, that's if we actually play.
Oh, don't worry about that.
I mean, either way, you're gonna score tonight, so...
- So, yeah. - Yeah.
- All right.
- Okay. - Great.
Looks like your table will be ready
in, like, 10 minutes.
Thank you.
♪
- 828, Raq. - 828, baby girl.
So? You good?
Yeah.
Yes. And thank you for always,
you know, keeping it real with me when I need it.
We're always gonna keep it real with each other forever.
- Come on, now. - Forever, ever?
Forever, ever?
- So, do I still have a bed? - You got rent?
Uh, I'm working on it.
Okay.
- Oh, hi. - Hi.
- Welcome to Club End Zone. - Um, reservation for one
under Morris.
See? I'm working on it.
Okay.
Um... here you are.
- You can follow me. - Thank you.
That dress is really cute.
You're a little, like, overdressed though, right?
- Keep watching. - Okay.
That's my best friend.
- She's gorgeous. - Yeah.
You look familiar. Have I seen you before?
Well, I recognize you from Hard Blocks.
- Oh. - You're Brittany Pitts, right?
Live and in person.
It's nice to meet you, Brittany.
I'm Allison Morris, Jamison's ex.
I didn't know you were in town.
- Well, I wasn't, I actually just flew in from Europe. - Oh.
I wouldn't miss Jamison's first game for the world.
- Yeah, neither would I. - Nice.
Actually, I'm back in Vegas for a while now,
so hopefully I'll get to see a lot more of you.
- Enjoy the game. - Thank you.
- Nice to meet you. - Mm-hmm.
- Miss Mack. - Hey!
I must say, when you make a promise,
you certainly know how to keep it.
- This is spectacular. - Ha-ha!
Well, tell me something that I don't know, huh?
I believe I will.
I'm looking at an empty tunnel
that should have had players in it
as of three minutes ago.
You need to talk to Malik
and get him to do the right thing.
No, what I need to do is stay right here, okay?
I am proud of my son.
And I wanna be very clear.
Whatever Malik chooses to do, I'm gonna support him.
All right, listen up!
Listen up!
I don't have much to say.
Just that I'm proud of you.
Best part of camp, hands down,
is watching you guys come together as a team.
No matter what happens from here,
no matter what... no one...
no one can take that from us.
This is not a request, Tasha.
I won't have my opening night
go down like a stock on Black Monday.
If those boys strike, I will pay for my losses
by selling off the Tasha Mack Agency
- brick by brick.
You don't have controlling interest in my agency.
And I don't take kindly to threats, Colonel.
Oh...
I don't make threats, Miss Mack.
I just hedge my bets.
Okay, well, you need to trim your hedges somewhere else.
Give a clap if you got my back.
I said give a clap if you got my back.
Yeah, right!
- Sound us off. -All right, fellas.
"One heartbeat" on three.
- One, two, three! -One heartbeat!
All right, guys, fellas.
Calm down, team, calm down.
Okay, listen up.
I may not own your agency,
but two weeks ago I bought the bank
where you took out that massive expansion loan.
That plus the 35% collateral
means that if I call your note due,
everything you have is mine.
You wouldn't.
Book it.
That is, unless Malik decides to do the right thing.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please rise and join us in the singing
of our national anthem.
Here to perform tonight is a rising star.
Please welcome Miss Raquel Navarro.
Now, I laid out the Colonel's offer for you,
and I told you what I'd do.
But now, it's time for us to decide as a team.
One heartbeat.
Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Ladies and gentlemen,
the moment you've all been waiting for.
Taking the Viacom CBS Field for the very first time,
your Las Vegas Fightin' Fury!
I don't know what they're doing.
Loan's due in 48 hours.
Cash transfers only.
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