In the family business,
sometimes you gotta do shitty things to the people that you love.
Then again, is it that bad to tell my sister I'm taking my job back?
I mean, I never told her this was a permanent thing.
And she's gonna land on her feet.
Being a chick nowadays is actually an advant…
- Isla needs to talk to you. - Fuck! Jesus Christ!
What's going on?
We need to talk.
Sandy get dumped again?
We don't need a family meeting every time this happens.
Have a seat, Cam.
So, what's up?
You embezzled $2 million and are an active drug user,
and you cannot be the president of the Los Angeles Waves.
What are you talking about?
Cam!
Don't do this. We know.
You motherfucking snitches.
And I will sue your ass for wrongful termination.
You cannot prove any of this shit.
Jackie.
Cam, I'm only doing this because I hope you get the help you need.
Come on.
I've been using your piss for a month now. Nobody's caught on.
Keep your mouth shut, and we'll be good.
You were… recording me?
- You fucking… - Hey! Stop
You little shit!
I'm gonna fuckin' murder you.
Cam! Cam!
- I gave you my steak! - Stop!
- Cam! - Get off!
Stop it! Stop it!
Just don't touch him.
You have no idea how hard it is to be the oldest in this family.
You would all be crackheads
if you had to deal with the shit that I went through.
Dad was so good to you.
But he put me through hell.
Then he hands me some sinking ship of a team
right before he croaks.
And I still… I still managed to squeak out a couple championships,
and I was under pressure.
So yeah,
I turned to some friendly, natural, cocoa-based narcotics
to help me get through it.
I'm sure it was a lot, Cam, and I'm sorry for how Dad treated you,
but it doesn't change the current situation.
I'll stop. Look, it's not gonna happen again.
I'll call Rob Lowe.
I'll go hiking with him, you know, get on his program.
Look, the guy who attacked Jackie, that's the old Cam. This is the new one.
Cam, you stole from your own family,
blackmailed Sandy, and used Jackie to violate your probation.
I've notified Stephen and the other board members about your behavior.
The deal with Fleischman is dead.
Bernie will handle the sale of your shares to the rest of us.
And if you want to watch a game, you can watch it from home.
You were dying to piss into that cup
as long as you thought you could get your beak wet.
And you, you covered up that payment for me.
So you are just as guilty as I am.
Cam, back off.
And you were never my favorite.
Second favorite?
Third.
Dad is looking up at us right now, and he is ashamed.
You're all such fucking losers.
Let's try this again.
It's been about a month since Cam left the organization,
and things have been pretty great.
How great?
Well, we made the fucking finals. That's right.
First, we took out Phoenix, then Houston.
The conference finals against Seattle were closer than I'd have liked,
but we're on the brink of being world champs.
Also, the guy I've been dating long distance is actually in town.
The tricky thing is he's here because
well, we're playing each other in the finals.
LA versus Boston, the greatest rivalry in all of basketball.
I gotta say, Isla Gordon did it.
You know, Sean's kinda growing on me.
Unfortunately for her, Boston is gonna take LA to pound town.
This thing is gonna be Sweep City USA.
Never mind. Still a moron.
Hey, don't listen to him. You guys are looking good.
You dominated the playoffs.
I don't know about that.
I mean, Chicago had me sweating for a minute.
Oh.
Chicago and I have that in common.
Is it smart to get attached to a guy living across the country
who happens to coach the team I hate most in the world?
I don't know.
But we've agreed to just be in the moment.
Although tonight's moment is game one.
Okay, my ride is on the way,
and so there are no eyewitnesses, it's one of those driverless cars.
Those things are covered in cameras.
Oh yeah.
But what we really need to talk about is how this is gonna work
now that the finals have started.
Okay, well, knowing how competitive you are,
maybe we shouldn't talk about basketball until the series is over.
What?
I am way less competitive than you are.
You're being competitive about who's less competitive.
Yeah, and I'm winning.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
That's a good point.
No basketball talk.
Deal.
Ooh.
Oh, my, uh, ride just updated.
New one on the way, 18 minutes.
So…
And here's the itinerary for your pre-draft scouting trip.
- You leave right after the finals. - Okay.
Jebjana?
Ljubljana.
Ljubljana to Belgrade to Croatia?
I thought you'd wanna see that small forward from Split.
- Marco Kukoc? Good call. - His combine stats were off the charts.
Okay.
Whose idea was it to book the Four Seasons and the Ritz for our games in Boston?
That seems excessive, guys.
Sandy, it's the finals.
Everyone's family's there. We need one hotel for wives and one for mistresses.
Yeah, if anything, we should be adding an Embassy Suites
- for any surprise local hoochie. - Yeah.
Dude, what is going on with you?
Fine.
It's just, I am under a microscope here okay, with this Cam stuff.
I can't bring any more attention to our expenses.
Okay. Bro, we talked about this, okay? You did the right thing. You're fine.
Yeah. Also, who are you afraid of?
The only other person who knows is Cam, and he's not gonna expose himself, right?
Right, yeah. It's just Cam, me, and Aruna.
- Aruna? - Aruna?
Is that bad?
There's a timeout on the floor.
Game one of the finals has been a classic.
Boston leads LA by one with ten seconds left.
- Do you have any more gum? I'm out. - You ate my entire pack.
It's okay. I got you.
You could be sitting in the lucky seat.
I got the air purifier! Now you'll be able to sleep at my place.
Have you told Isla you're gonna spend the summer in DC?
Not yet. Close game. Call you after.
Oh.
- Here we go. - Waves on three!
One, two, three, waves!
Let's go!
Come on, Tommy.
Let's see what Norm drew up, John.
Set the pick! Set the pick!
It's going to Marcus! It's going to Marcus!
Boston double-teams Marcus, who has to lay it off to Gibbs.
For the win!
No good.
Boston takes game one.
Jay Brown read that play perfectly.
Good job. Good job. Good job.
Oh, and it looks like Winfield has tweaked something.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What is it?
I, uh, got some hot chicken for Isla.
I believe I asked for a no-contact delivery.
Oh, there's gonna be contact.
It's his meniscus.
Right now, it's just a partial tear,
but if he keeps playing on it, it could become catastrophic.
Is he done for the season?
- There's no way I'm sitting out. - I'm not surprised he's saying that.
It looks like he's been playing on this injury for months.
I'm fine. I had my own guy look at it.
Your own guy?
What the fuck, Marcus? I thought we were boys.
Me too.
We got a fun working relationship, right?
Like… like Murtaugh and Riggs in Lethal Weapon. That was us.
Wait. Who's who?
He's Danny Glover. I'm… I'm Mel Gibson.
- But he's the younger one. - Norm, Dr. Haber.
Can you excuse us?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Marcus, you can't play. - I don't agree with your assessment.
I'm sorry, but you are not helping us limping around out there.
What if this is my last shot?
It may be your last shot,
but it could be some of your teammates' only shot.
So I'm missing a little cushion. Look, Isla…
I need to be out there.
Please.
I'm banning you from playing.
Focus on getting better. Heal your knee. That's an order.
And the Waves drop game two.
This one was never close, folks.
No Marcus Winfield, who wasn't even in the arena.
LA will head to Boston with their star player nowhere to be found.
Hey, package for Isla.
These disguises are becoming less cute the more games I lose.
Is it still working?
Yeah.
Aruna, my diva.
How are you, mama?
You didn't go with the team to Boston?
And be away from my bestie?
- Charcuterie? - I can't. I'm pregnant.
Literal mama!
Um, so I just wanted to close the loop on the whole Cam rehab check situation
and see how you decided to explain it.
I did not decide anything.
It was improperly filed, so I brought it to your attention.
Right. Right. Yeah, but since we paid it back and Cam's gone,
I'm assuming we can keep this between us?
I see what you're trying to do here.
- And I will keep your secret. - Oh my God.
Thank you, Aruna.
Unless someone asks me. Then I cannot lie.
What?
No. Why?
I don't have your family's loose morals.
No, neither do I. I'm the good one.
Whatever you have to tell yourself.
Oh God.
And LA loses game three of the finals in Boston.
And where's Marcus Winfield?
It's over, Ali.
No, it is not over.
Yes, we are down three games to none. Yes, no one's ever come back from that.
But your blowout's still holding up.
- What the…? - Jay?
Oh, hey, this is nuts.
I, uh, thought this was my room.
What are you talking about? You live in this city.
- I know. I know. It's so weird. I… - Oh. Oh.
- Oh my God. - Man, I am so mixed up.
Oh my God.
I'm so sorry about that. Bye.
It started after we played the McShays.
Ow!
Stop not telling me when you hook up with Jay!
We kept texting,
and then when we made the finals, it just became, like, a thing.
Wow. So… so you're, like, dating?
We're keeping it casual. Living in the moment.
What? Ali, long-distance relationships can work.
I'm not trying to be harsh.
I know you're just living in the moment,
but this moment is also your chance to win a title.
It's not the best timing. I'll admit it.
Also, kinda risky sleeping with the enemy during wartime.
I'm not giving him our game plan when we're, you know…
Not that it'd matter. Jay doesn't need help.
Boston's dominated every team in the playoffs.
Not everyone. Not Chicago.
True.
- What? - Get Ness in here right now.
Boston won every series by an average of nine points a game,
except Chicago.
That series, they only won by three a game.
And two of those games went to overtime.
So what did Chicago do differently?
They went small. Four guards and a power forward.
Zone, nonstop press. Totally changed up their game.
We're gonna go Chicago-style.
Attack from the wings, put Turner and Kuman in foul trouble,
take away their biggest advantage.
Ness, what do we think?
Chicago-style.
I like it.
It's also making me really want some pizza. I'll get into it with Coach.
I wish you'd thought of this three games ago.
Hey.
Can we talk?
I'm wondering if this is getting a little… too complicated,
and maybe we should push pause for a bit.
- Is this because Ali saw me naked? - No, no, no.
I just… I'm having a hard time focusing, I think.
Focusing or losing?
Come on. Don't tell me you wouldn't feel similarly if you were down 0-3.
Yeah, but I thought we talked about keeping this and basketball separate.
Yeah, well, we also didn't have pants on when we made that decision, so…
Can't we just figure this out when the finals are over?
Sure.
Yeah.
I can wait one more game.
Are you talking shit?
I mean, we're rivals again, so…
Okay.
Good luck.
And a shorthanded LA team staves off elimination,
but Boston's still up three games to one.
I mean, come on. Chicago-style totally worked.
Ooh, Jay was flustered the whole game.
Did you see when he was choking on Gatorade and started coughing?
It was nice to see his hot face sweaty and bloated,
just like the rest of us.
Any update on Marcus?
No, Ray and Roy both have their phones off.
I know he's pissed, but he should be sitting on the bench supporting the guys.
It's fine, all right? We're gonna find him.
Cheer up.
- You okay? - Oh, sorry. Too hard?
Is that your tooth?
It's from all the gum you've been chewing. Bitch, you just lost a tooth.
We're gonna take you to the dentist as soon as we get to LA.
Jackie, go around! Drive! Jesus!
We should look into separate flights home. That could be contagious.
Okay, Gene, just stay there for the month.
Oh my God, I wasn't serious.
Hey, everything okay?
No, my husband wants to move to Austin for his "stand-up" career.
He thinks he's got a shot at being Theo Von's assistant.
Oh.
Anyway, what's up?
I think you should come on the scouting trip.
- What? - You know the game.
You're good at pointing out people's flaws that make 'em human and weak.
- I… I don't know, Ness. - I could use the help.
I mean, these kids see me as the fun uncle.
It'd be good to know they have a bitchy tiger mom.
You could've just said tiger mom.
Tiger mom.
You know what?
I'm in.
All right.
Just so you know, last time I went transatlantic, I took an Ambien,
and I just kinda wandered the aisles, but I sorted that out.
Monica!
Oh.
Isla, you must start flossing.
I do.
I just removed an entire Cobb salad out of your mouth.
Oh, Mr. McShay!
- Hi. - It's so good to see your gums, as usual.
And I don't know how, but your teeth are getting straighter.
Good genes, I guess.
Hey.
What are you doing here? Getting new teeth for your hockey players?
I've been coming to Dr. Weaver for years.
Me too.
He did my braces when I was a kid and an adult.
I mean, it's not a great flex.
No.
No, I'm a little off. I haven't had solid foods all day.
Well, lucky for you, this building has one of the best restaurants in Los Angeles.
Mmm.
- Feeling better? - Mm-hmm.
- Blood sugar back to normal? - Didn't this used to be a cigar lounge?
And then a cupcake store and a fedora shop.
Mmm.
So you're riding high after that W last night?
Yeah. Oh.
We needed that.
It was a good call changing up the game plan. They weren't ready.
You watched.
Are you kidding? I'm from LA. I love everything about this city.
I mean, except the 405.
The worst.
- Oh, what about the 110? Horrible. - Horrible.
I love exiting from the left side like an idiot.
You see? I knew we'd have a good time if we went out on a date.
- This is not a date. - It's not a date?
No, it's two people talking in a medical plaza.
All right.
- Well, let's do dinner next time. - Not so fast.
Maybe we'll run into each other at the podiatrist.
Dyson for three. Good again!
And the Waves have come from behind to win game five.
Game six has been all Waves.
Travis to Tommy.
And the Waves win big in Boston to force game seven.
Insane win, John.
Can Isla Gordon bring home her first title as Team Pres?
We'll find out tonight.
Jackie!
Hey, any word if Marcus showed up yet?
- Nothing. - Oh, shit.
I took away all your gum. Dr. Weaver's orders.
If you want something to chew on, I have soft cheeses and oatmeal
in the break room.
Thanks.
Jackie, sit down for a second.
Look, Cam was wrong about a lot, but he wasn't about one thing.
That taxation is theft?
No.
You deserve more opportunity here.
How'd you like to go with Ness on the scouting trip to Europe?
Are you serious?
- Yes. - I've been dying to visit Europe.
Ooh, it's my favorite part of It's a Small World.
Great.
But I think I have to pass.
Really? Why?
I've been meaning to talk to you about this.
You know Sofia's doing her internship in DC,
and I was kinda hoping that I could take some time off
to visit her for the summer.
Oh, that's nice.
Um…
But what are you going to do while you're there?
Um, help her get ready for work in the mornings, and then,
I don't know, wait until she gets home.
Jackie…
I have this friend,
and… she got offered a dream job in Paris, and turned it down
because she wanted to spend the summer with her boyfriend.
And then, a month later, they broke up.
And she will always be known as the girl who didn't go to Paris.
Wow.
That sounds just like LC from The Hills.
It is LC from The Hills. She's my friend. I love her.
But… do you want to be like LC?
Welcome to game seven of the ABL Finals.
LA versus Boston. Winner take all.
- You ready? Nervous? - Hmm.
A little bit of both.
All right, let's go have the best or worst night of my life.
This is it
Oh, oh, oh
You got the power
Oh, oh, oh
This is the future…
- It'll be fun. - Good luck.
You too.
This is the moment…
Sign up for an official Waves credit card
and receive a free miniature…
I can't believe Marcus is still MIA.
God, he can hate me all he wants, but it's insane he's not here.
Make some noise!
All right, we're about ready to go.
Game seven. You ready, Edgar?
I'm ready to run through a brick wall, John.
Maybe after the game.
And we're off.
Boston controls it, and Howard leaps for the quick dunk.
Waves' ball.
White calls out the play.
Dyson off the curl.
Not close.
He's off early, and Howard with another easy one.
Put a body on him.
He's killing us.
And a much bigger Boston team is coming out hot.
Come on. Come on.
- Tommy is stripped. - Get back. Get back.
LA's down 20.
Jay Brown and Boston have figured out how to handle LA's new scheme
with a counterattack of their own.
- Mmm. Sorry. - Thank you. Thank you.
Is that a mai tai?
- This is an AMF. - AMF?
Goodbye, motherfucker.
- Jackie. - That's what the drink's called.
Yes, brother.
I'm thinking we should go to Dubrovnik for a day.
Because they got this kid that can drain threes from half court.
Plus, shrimp capital of Eastern Europe.
Look, if it's got a beach, I'm in.
What, are you guys planning a work trip or your honeymoon?
What?
What are you talking about, Sandy?
I get the Cam situation is making you anxious, but you're a sloppy drunk.
You need a cup of coffee. Gail, can we get a coffee?
Yeah, we're done.
Coffee and an AMF, Gail.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
We're almost ready for the second half,
but the Waves without Marcus Winfield are down big.
Jay is pretty focused.
All right, guys,
I know it may seem impossible right now,
and it might be impossible, but that doesn't mean it's not possible.
Coach, that's literally what it means.
Now entering the arena, Marcus Winfield!
- Where the hell you been? - China, baby.
Just got back an hour ago.
Whoa, whoa. What?
There's a lab in Chengdu.
They have experimental therapy that isn't available anywhere else.
- Can you play? - I'm playing.
- Yeah! - All right. All right.
Hey, listen, guys. One more thing.
I want to tell you all about the night that I met my late wife.
It was October 1990.
And I know that because it was the original Aunt Viv from Fresh Prince.
It might have been '91, and I was watching Roseanne.
- The point is… - All right, Coach. Do you mind?
Let me help you out.
Yeah, thank you.
Look, we all know you miss your dead wife, all right?
But if she's watching right now, she wants one thing.
To win this fucking game!
Waves on three!
- One, two, three. Waves! - Waves!
It was Golden Girls.
I don't believe it.
Look at this. Marcus Winfield is starting the second half.
Where have you been?
You told me to get better, so… I got better.
And we're underway in the second half.
Marcus Winfield is back, and he's picking up full court.
He pokes it away from Turner. Winfield on a breakaway.
Bucket and a foul!
- And one! - What? Who?
That's Turner's fourth. Very good!
Waves on the attack again.
Tommy White penetrates.
Don't give him that! Don't give him that!
To Marcus.
It's good!
Pressure, guys. Pressure!
Defense!
LA continues the defensive pressure. Turner has it.
He… misses.
Up ahead to Gibbs.
He finds Tommy for three.
It's good!
We need a stop. We need a stop.
LA's defense has turned it up a notch.
Another steal.
Atkins leaves it for Edwards.
Slam dunk!
He's panicking. Jay's panicking.
Less than a minute to go, John.
The Waves gotta get something on this possession.
Foul!
Adrian Turner, Boston's leading scorer, has fouled out.
And LA has fought back. Thirty seconds left.
And now trails by four.
Let's go!
Don't let up.
LA applying the pressure.
Boston needs to get a shot off.
- No good! - Get back! Get back!
LA needs a quick one here. Ball goes to Victor in the corner.
He swings it to Dyson.
Gibbs for three!
It's good!
Waves down by one.
Boston ball. Ten seconds left.
LA's gotta foul!
- Here's the game. Stolen by Marcus! - Time-out!
Time-out, Waves!
He's playing like a man possessed.
- Whoa! - Whoo!
- Yes! - Oh my God.
I'm gonna throw up. Ali, did you bring a vomit bag?
Yes, but Ness already used it.
Are you guys nervous, or do you have norovirus?
- Jesus. - 'Cause of all the stress.
What a game.
It all comes down to this.
Game on the line.
Title on the line.
Waves have the ball.
They bring it in to Tommy
who gets it to Winfield at the top of the key.
Boston can't double Marcus because LA's shooters have been red-hot.
He drives, pulls it back…
elevates.
For the win…
You need to trade for a shooting guard who can hit a three.
You're gonna come work for us.
I'm making you the president of the Waves.
Done. Sending you a deal memo.
There will always be another playoffs that you choose over me.
It's good! It's good! It's good!
Waves win!
Marcus Winfield is the hero!
The Waves are the world champions!
- Norm! You did it! - All right. Hey.
Yeah.
Thank you. Thank you so much for just believing in me, you know?
I mean, when Andrea passed,
I thought I would just be that old guy who goes to the racetrack every day
until the janitor comes and sees me dead in the toilet stall.
But you gave me the dignity that I so badly needed.
Norm, Norm, I… I love you. I love you.
It's too… too heavy a conversation for this time.
- Okay. - Congrats, Norm.
You too.
All right.
- Hmm. - We're good.
- Yeah, I mean, I guess the best part… - Champagne! That's the best part!
Jackie, come here!
Congrats, sis.
So I told Sofia I'm going to Europe this summer.
Oh, that's amazing!
How'd she take it?
- Not well. - Oh.
But I didn't wanna be the girl who didn't go to Paris.
Oh. Ooh.
Oh yeah!
Brielle, will you make me the luckiest man in the world?
Will you have a threesome with me tonight?
With that thot sitting courtside?
- Yeah. - Baby, I thought you'd never ask!
Oh, Marcus.
- We did it. - Yeah.
- Oh. - Good news is it's not my knee.
Oh good. That is very, very good news.
It's my Achilles.
What?
- We gotta get you to Dr. Haber right… - Later.
I don't wanna spend my last moments as a player inside a training room.
Smile. We won.
Oh, thank you, Marcus.
Thank you.
Now help me up.
Please.
There's not enough room For the both of us, look
If you ever callin' me Call me number one
Oops, I did it again
Oh.
God, he's so sweaty.
If I would've known I'd be this hungover, I maybe would've wanted to lose.
No offense, but your voice sounds like someone is drilling a hole in my brain.
Oh God.
Oh, I feel horrible.
What?
- Oh no. - What is that?
You passed out grilling steaks.
- Oh! - You need to go to the hospital.
Turn the TV on right now.
Jackie.
Oh, what the f…
The LA Industry basketball franchise was an integral part of this city.
- What is this. - Until it moved.
But today, the Industry has returned.
And we're gonna be the best basketball team in Los Angeles!
Holy shit.
What is happening?
I am so honored to partner with Al Fleischman
to purchase the Industry.
Uh, I've only known Al a short time, but he's already become like family to me.
Oh my God.
Now, if you're gonna have a top-level basketball team,
you are gonna need a top-level coach,
so we pulled out all the stops when we were hiring this guy.
Um, I am so honored to introduce
our new head coach for the LA Industry and part owner,
Jay Brown.
Come here.
Thanks, guys. Come on, take a picture.
Motherfucker!
Hey, hey, hey
Everywhere I go I'm the life of the party
Yo, that's all I know, huh
My light shine bright Like the sun with a glow
And I bring the good vibes Everywhere that I go, yeah, huh
Everywhere I be, I'm walking with a swag Like you wouldn't believe
They be looking, they be jocking They be rocking with me
Everybody wanna be Everywhere that I be
It goes one, two, three, four, five
Once I step into the party Then I'm getting alive
I've been on another level Living life on a high
A lot of people just surviving But I feel so alive, yeah
It takes two to make a thing go right
I provide good vibes Then we go all night
Throw confetti in the air We're celebrating life
And if you don't feel the love You ain't doing it right
Whoo! Everywhere I go
I do me
Everywhere I am That's where the party's at
It's the place to be, yeah
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go is the place to be
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go is the place to be
It's the place to be