Running Point

Are you fucking kidding me, Cam? You're trying to take the team from me?

No, I'm not trying. It's done. I already did it.

-You asshole! -You're upset.

And I forgive you.

We're not gonna announce this till the end of the season.

You don't have to go back to charities.

I'll make you a… I'll make you a senior advisor.

The bullshit job that we created for you because you were a drug addict?

Well, now you know how I felt.

You told me you didn't want your job back.

Well, I lied, okay?

It's classic addict behavior, and if I don't lie, guess what?

I don't get what I want.

Oh my God. You only made me president because you thought I'd fail.

You've been trying to sabotage me this whole time.

First of all, I didn't think you'd get to the playoffs last season.

Secondly, you blocked me from getting the only coach I wanted.

Then you, Norm, and Marcus somehow got on the same page.

-I was shit out of luck until I got Al. - Mm-hmm. You know why?

Because I'm good at my job.

-I can't believe you're doing this. -Now here are your options.

You can put a smile on your face.

We're gonna tell people this is how it was supposed to go all along.

Or you can make a big, ugly mess of this thing,

and you will get fired.

But either way, when this season ends, I will be running the team.

Well, until then, this is my office, so get the fuck out!

-Jackie! -Jackie!

-Jackie! -Jackie!

Jackie, I want you to tell Cam

I don't want him setting foot in my office ever again.

Jackie, I want you to tell her

that pretty soon, this is not gonna be her office,

and she should pack up her shit and get the fuck out.

You guys heard each other, right?

Yes. Thank you, Jackie.

- -This is classic Cam.

He's so annoying with his little bracelets and huge scarves.

Why is he always so cold?

Ali, what do I do here?

We kill him. I can cut his brakes.

-My cousin's a mechanic. He showed me how. -No, no, no, no, no.

No. If anything, we'd make it look like an overdose.

- -But we're not doing that!

Well, we have to do something.

Look, my job is as good as gone if Cam takes over. He hates my ass.

One time, I caught him using my eye shadow, and he never forgave me.

Look, if you wanna put a stop to this,

you have to convince Stephen not to sell his shares.

-Yes! Stephen! -Right.

Okay, I'm gonna find him.

And we always have the overdose option as a backup.

Ali, there can be no evidence that we ever spoke of that.

- -Just act casual.

- Hey, she's not in her office. - I know.

I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

I'm getting itchy.

-Are my hives resurfacing? -Oh God!

How are they pulsating?

- -Honestly, it's stressing me out too.

Why can't we figure out a way that Isla and Cam both get what they want?

Like if I gave you $20 and you put calamine lotion on my back.

Stop. Stop. Maybe we can fix this, you know?

There's… there's a lot of power being in the middle.

Yeah, we play it like CT and Trishelle on Traitors season 2.

You watch Traitors? Why didn't you tell me? We could…

Never mind. Let's go talk to Cam.

Maybe we can negotiate something between him and Isla.

-Okay. -Okay.

Hey, would you want to do a Traitors podcast with me?

-We call it Alan Cummings and Goings. -I'm not doing another podcast with you.

I have some big news.

I just found out I'm going to be in Christopher Nolan's new movie,

Charlemagne, with Austin Butler.

Wow, that's huge.

I know, but the movie films in Bulgaria, and I'll be gone for five months.

Oh, wow.

Well, I'll just come visit you after the season.

Actually, I used to play in Sofia

until they turned the arena into a prison for political dissidents.

Look, Dyson, I really like you, but I really need to focus on this movie.

It's a lot of work with Austin, and he's a method actor.

Wait a minute.

Are you breaking up with me so you can pretend to be Austin Butler's wife?

I think our lives are headed in different directions right now.

Is this because I didn't know who Toni Morrison was?

Toni's a man's name.

No, it's not that, but you should read more.

I leave in a couple of days,

and you should be focused on the playoffs anyway.

Wow, I lost my appetite.

Excuse me. Can I have my Lil' Shogun chicken tenders to go?

Thank you.

With over 185 newly constructed bus and train routes, the LA Olympics…

Excuse me. Stephen?

Stephen.

Hi. It's Isla. From work.

Why are you doing here? You're not on the committee for the Olympics.

Uh…

-Did you steal that badge? -No. I'm, uh…

Venus Williams! I love her. Is she coming?

-Oh Jesus. -Uh…

Make it quick. I don't want to miss the reveal of the Games' mascot.

I'm hoping they use my idea.

A coyote named Cali.

Great. Stephen, I just don't think you should sell.

Look where I've gotten the team.

We have a legit chance to win a title this year.

That would be amazing, and a perfect way to go out on top.

Okay, damn it, that's poetic for you, but what about what we've built together?

Isla, I like you, and I do respect what you've done,

but I can't turn down the kinda money that Al is offering.

Okay, so there's nothing I can do to convince you not to sell?

Not unless you find someone that'll pay me more money than Al.

Okay. Well, then that's what I'm gonna do.

I will get back to you ASAP with an offer.

Mmm. Well, you better leave before Venus gets here.

She won't appreciate your shenanigans.

What do you guys want?

'Cause Lizzy's opening a jewelry store at the Brentwood Country Mart,

and I gotta be there.

Well, we just wanted to talk about your plan for next season

in regards to Isla,

because we think she's been doing pretty good as president.

-Really? -Yeah.

-Better than me? -No, no.

No, we… Look, we… we love you, bro, okay?

But it's that, you know, she's family too,

and so we were thinking maybe that you guys could be, um…

I don't know,

co-presidents.

No. No.

Nothing has two presidents.

And don't say those pussy countries that have a prime minister and a president.

Look, we know it's a little unorthodox,

but Ness and I are the highest level employees here,

and we've worked with both you and Isla.

Yeah, and… and in transition times like this, we could be very crucial.

Are you guys trying to fucking middle me? You think I'm like a Johnny Bananas?

You watch Traitors too?

Guys, it's my favorite show!

Hey, this isn't a fucking game, all right?

And you two don't have the power that you think you have.

Okay, well, for the record, I never thought I had power

until Sandy convinced me.

-I… - All right, listen to me.

You love your sister, right? Technically, we all "love" each other.

But you two dumbasses need to choose a side, and I would recommend

choosing the side that can give you a fucking job next season, understand?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Okay. Bring it in.

Come on!

You're my baby bro. I love you.

-I love you too. -Love you too.

-Come on. Get over here. -

Hey, don't forget we committed a financial crime together, all right?

-Love you. -Love you.

-That was… not good. -No, no.

I've been looking for you guys.

Isla, look. I had no idea about Cam's plan.

I swear on my children.

And I swear on my cat, which is the same thing.

-Didn't he die? -Remy lives on in my heart.

We cannot pretend to care about Sandy's dead cat right now.

We need funds. We need them fast.

Sandy, you're my CFO. What are we gonna do?

-We? -Mm-hmm.

As in, like, uh, we us, the three of us against Cam?

Yes! Uh…

-Unless you think Cam should be president. -No.

-No, I… I wouldn't phrase it like that. -Mm-mm.

I would say maybe, um, there are good people on both sides.

Okay, and Ness, what about you?

No, why I… I was thinking co-presidents, but Cam shot that down, so…

Wow.

You're just gonna wait and see how this plays out, huh?

Fine. I'll do this on my own.

-Good people on both sides? -Co-presidents?

-It's an idea. -So is mine.

Welcome to game one of the playoff matchup

between your very own LA Waves and the Phoenix Flames.

All right, come on.

- Bring it in. - Game 1. Let's go.

-Lock in. Lock in. - Let's go. Bring it in.

We're ready to tip off and Waves playoff basketball.

Dyson Gibbs, right?

-Yeah. -You're in my seat.

-Oh. Uh, my bad. - Dyson, get over here!

Thanks for keeping it warm.

Game one of the playoffs, and we are underway.

Gibbs dribbles, shoots.

It's an air ball!

Dyson, get your head in the game!

Let's see if Dyson can get it going.

Horrible pass.