Hey, Randall.
I'm just heading out, so let me call you in a bit.
Gonna play golf with my mom.
Yes, I play golf now.
No, not professionally, because golf is really hard.
I bet you could be
a professional anything you wanted.
How come I never hear you drive up?
Is my speaker box broken? - We need to talk
about you turning down the president.
I have a tee time.
I'll text your mom and explain.
She'll understand. - You text with my mom?
We're on a "Chicago Fire" group chat.
Text the big guy's mama.
- What would you like to say? - Tell her, uh,
Dewey can't make it.
Uh, he needs to meet with his best friend.
Message sent.
The country is in crisis, he said.
It's a national emergency, he said.
Taft just wants me to save his ass.
I mean, you remember that dirty campaign
he ran against me. Why would I help him?
For the greater good?
Haven't you worked with someone you don't like before?
And don't say me. - Yes, of course I have.
You're under the shade, man. You don't need all that.
Oh, um, I don't trust the umbrella fabric.
Oh. It's your mom.
She texted three middle fingers.
Where is that emoji?
Incoming call.
Now she's calling. She always does this.
She texts, and then she calls
before I can even text her back.
Why would you ruin a golf day with my son?
I just got a new visor. - Hey, Mom.
I'm sorry, I got caught up here with Randall.
It's okay. Go ahead and play our round.
I'll see you soon.
Okay. Well, I'm gonna win, then.
I'm gonna put down that I won.
Technically, you shouldn't put down that you won,
'cause we have to play the game.
Why don't you go get something to eat, Ma?
It's all good. I'll see you soon.
Okay. Bye, Dewey.
Randall, why do you have so much sunscreen on?
Okay, bye.
I love her so much.
You know, it's perfect that she called, actually,
as we're talking about people we don't like working with,
because that's become legend in my family,
like when my mom had to work with Lars Anderson
at Polynesian Pro Wrestling.
Yeah, I remember you telling me about that,
how she gave Lars a chance despite the fact
that she was frustrated that Lia hired him.
Yeah, that's right. That was in 1985.
And my mom was working for my grandmother's promotion,
and my dad was wrestling in the WWF.
He and Tony Atlas were the first
Black tag team champions in WWF history.
But their championship run came to an abrupt end.
And Adrian Adonis pins Rocky Johnson!
One, two, three!
I can't believe it!
The Soul Patrol has lost the Tag Team Championship.
Losing the belt after he went to Saudi Arabia
would have concerned most people,
especially after Vince's "joke"...
Can you do me a favor real quick?
Yeah.
Can you get that knife out of my back?
But not my dad.
His weekly paycheck reassured him
that things were just fine.
Surprise, surprise. You brought a stowaway.
Mama say, mama sa.
Just picked up these bad boys.
Givenchy, baby.
Now, those are some resplendent spectacáles, my brother.
Ooh, yeah. - Hey!
Eh, let the Sheik try them on.
Come on. Share the sugar.
And let your big melon head stress the hinges?
Not a chance.
Now, why didn't you get me a pair, Rock?
What, we lose our belts
and we don't take care of each other anymore?
When'd we ever buy each other things?
- Probably never. - Ah.
But I do feel like you owe me something
after you cost us our belts by pissing off Vince.
Come on, Tone. Vince isn't pissed.
Everything's good.
We weren't gonna keep the belts forever.
And now this sets us up for an epic comeback.
Ah, come on, Rock.
Sheik, coaster!
Come on, man. She's the queen of the jungle.
Show a little respect.
Why is it always staring at me?
Ack, I block you.
Whoa.
Cool glasses, Dad. - You like 'em?
You look like a richer Black Elvis.
That's exactly what I was going for.
Meanwhile, my mom had her hands full
with Polynesian Pro Wrestling.
"WrestleMania" was a huge hit,
and it made wrestling even more popular in Hawaii.
The only downside was Lia's new hire,
Lars Anderson.
And then the bag rips at the bottom, right?
And all the barbecued pig feet just come tumblin' all out
over the lobby of the Hotel Bel-Air.
But Aretha, she just calmly walks
onto the elevator and leaves like nothing ever happened.
- She didn't say anything? - Not a word.
First time anyone's ever said that about Aretha.
Hi, Lars. Allen was just telling a story
about working for the Queen of Soul.
Little Richard?
- Aretha Franklin. - Oh.
Hey, there's a cup of dip spit on the fax machine.
Thanks, Ata.
Mm. He needs to lay off the baby oil.
But hey, how's it been working with Lars
the last couple weeks?
Yeah, it's good.
But it wasn't good.
As a wrestler, that also meant
the booker, Lars, immediately crowned himself
PPPW champion.
Give me that. Behold!
Number one! Lars the champion!
His abrasive personality alienated a lot of wrestlers.
Too fat.
The snake too.
And like I said earlier, my mom was not a fan.
We're gonna bring out Andre's childhood nanny.
And his influence over my grandmother was only growing.
I was thinking of using this for part of my entrance music.
Oh, Lah, you make me laugh.
Wait, who made her laugh?
The Lord? - No, Lah.
That's how she pronounced "Lars."
And for my mom, Lah was a problem.
Don't answer that.
- Why not? - It's Afa.
He's still mad at me for bailing
on his match in Saudi Arabia.
So you're just going to avoid him forever?
Till one of us passes away, yeah.
Great.
Oh, Rocky, today's rent day.
Can you put the check in the box?
No problem. It's payday, so when the mail comes,
I'll cut the ole bastard a check.
Thanks. And don't say "bastard"
in front of Dewey.
Please? - Okay.
My dad checked the mail for a week.
Nothing.
And what were you up to during that time?
I wanted a Nintendo.
Oh, yeah? Uh, "Mario Brothers"?
I was more of a "Metroid" guy.
- Love "Metroid." - Yeah.
What about how you got to the end
and you realize you were a girl?
It was shocking.
She takes off her space helmet
for the big reveal. - Yes. Amazing storytelling.
You know, getting a Nintendo back then
was a real pivotal time in my life.
I was trying to navigate my way through the ups and downs
of middle school popularity.
It just fits in your hands really nice and smooth.
all: Whoa.
You guys talking eggs?
No, we're talking Nintendo.
What's Nintendo?
It's only the coolest video game system ever made.
Guess I haven't had time to hear about it
since I was at Cyndi Lauper's party in New York City
with my dad, wrestler Rocky Johnson.
Whoa.
You mean the guy that just lost
the championship belt?
Well, um, this is Cyndi Lauper's bangle.
Sure, Dewey, and this is Bette Midler's Casio.
Anyways, as I was saying...
So like my mom, I had my own problems to deal with.
- Hello. - Pat! Rocky Johnson here.
Rocky! Hey, now's not a good time.
I got Louis' niece's birthday and my hands are full here.
Get off the damn phone
and help me with these balloons!
Uh, just a minute, Louis.
Well, I'll make it quick.
I'm missing my paycheck this week.
Wanted to see if you knew how I could track that down.
- Oh. - Yeah, that last check I got
had that bonus, which, by the way, thank you.
But it's been-- - Rocky, listen, uh...
someone should have called you.
That wasn't a bonus in your last check.
That was severance.
Severance?
The WWF's not renewing your contract.
Vince has decided to move on.
We'll, uh, talk to you soon, eh?
- Who was that? - Uh, Bad News Allen.
What a character.
I know, right? So amazing.
All these sto-- - Okay, I don't have
any time to explain, but I need a Nintendo
and I need it yesterday.
Dad, did you hear me?
- Uh, what? - A Nintendo.
It's a video game system.
You already have a Tatari.
Atari, Mom. And nobody plays that anymore.
Come on, please!
Hey, you're not getting another video game.
Those things are expensive. - Mm-hmm.
It's not like we made of money.
But I thought we were rich.
Of course we are, but that's not the point.
Know what? It's about time you learned it.
Yeah, you want a Nintendo so bad,
go buy it yourself. - With what money?
All I have are foreign coins you bring back from trips.
- So get a job. - Mom, please. The Nintendo.
I agree with your father. Jobs build character.
And I saw the Golden Wok is hiring.
Great. I still don't have a Nintendo,
and now I'm learning a lesson.
This went terribly.
All right, I'm off to work.
Oh, the landlord left a message about the rent being late.
You put the check in the box, right?
Yeah, I did do that. Yeah.
Hey, don't worry. I'll connect with him.
Okay.
Those babies are 12-karat gold.
- Mm-hmm. - With over 250 rhinestones.
Mm. Yeah, these are fine shades, no question.
I'll give you 80 bucks.
Come on, man, look at the hinges.
They were made in Milan, Italy.
Oh, these are Milanese hinges.
So you've heard?
I'll give you 80 bucks.
- Fine, weasel. - All right.
Isn't gonna be enough.
It's not gonna be near enough. - Hey, we--
we buy a lot of things, man.
What else you got?
Hi. I'd like to apply for a job.
Yeah? Grab a seat. I'll get the manager.
Okay.
Grandma?
Why didn't you tell me you needed a job?
Uh...
You need work, come to me.
How'd you even know I was coming here?
I have birds all over the city
singing in my ear.
Wait, does this mean I can come work for PPPW?
I insist on it.
I don't want my grandson working
in this palace of filth.
Disgusting.
Wrap this to go
with some of those little mustards.
So as I got a surprise at work,
my mom was about to have one at home.
Rocky?
Now, before you ask...
I paid the rent.
What have you done to your hair?
- You like it? - You look like Grace Jones.
- Oh, is that a yes? - No! It's a no.
Why did you do this? - It's my new persona.
I was sensing Rocky Johnson just wasn't poppin' anymore,
so I figured it was time for a change.
Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Big Papa Daddy.
Yeah, gonna send a photo to Vince, see what he thinks.
So where is our coffee table?
Oh, it's, um, at the furniture store
getting polished. - Rocky, what's going on?
The furniture? Your hair?
No spin. Tell me the truth.
But I-I am tell--
I pawned the furniture to pay rent
because Pat says I'm done at the WWF.
- What? - The whole Saudi Arabia thing,
Vince isn't lettin' it go.
So he didn't renew my contract.
I was waiting for the right time to tell you,
but I-I just thought maybe if I changed things up
that Vince would-- - Take you back?
Oh, Rocky.
- You're not mad at me? - Mad at you?
Rocky, you and me are a team.
What happens to you happens to me.
And if you're out at the WWF,
then that's their loss and PPPW's gain.
I'm gonna set up a meeting with my mom
so we can talk about you wrestling in Hawaii full-time.
- Really? - Yes.
This is why we have a family business--
to take care of family.
And honestly, I wouldn't mind having you by my side
as I deal with this whole Lars situation.
I love you.
Ooh, I'm gonna need a minute to get used to the hair.
There he is, the working man.
Hi, Dewey. How's the job going?
- Boring. - Sounds like work to me.
Uh, Mom, I thought you said this was a private meeting.
It's work-related, isn't it?
Lah is part of the business. He stays.
Nice boots.
Where's the rodeo?
Nice outfit.
If you need some pants, I can loan you some.
Oh, I only buy pants from one man: Calvin Klein.
Now, what did you want to talk to me about?
Uh, the WWF didn't renew my contract.
Saudi Arabia.
So I was thinking we could bring Rocky
into PPPW full-time.
He's a huge draw in Hawaii,
and I think he could generate more ticket sales
and improve our TV ratings.
I think that's a great idea.
- Amazing. - Really appreciate this, Lia.
- Yes, Lah? - Playing devil's advocate,
it's a bit of a conflict of interest, isn't it,
a wife hiring a husband?
No more of conflict than a booker booking himself
as the headliner. - Yeah, there's no conflict
putting a WWF champ in the ring.
Former champ.
There's only one champ in this room.
That's me.
Does it count if you put the belt on yourself?
Who cares? Least I still got the belt.
What do you got?
I got the ability to beat your ass.
Please.
You couldn't beat an old lady
to the line at a seafood buffet.
Well, I don't eat seafood, so that's irrelevant.
Enough!
Rocky comes back full-time.
But the three of you need to find a way to get along.
That Lars is something else.
Yeah, he was a lot to deal with.
But, you know, I learned a little bit from him too.
I hope it wasn't his fashion sense.
No, that only worked for him and Donald Duck.
I learned that there was
more to Lars than everybody assumed.
I was hard at work at PPPW.
Damn, Dewey, you're an envelope-sealing machine.
Every envelope I seal makes me one step closer
to getting the Nintendo.
Son, you work by the hour, not by the envelope.
- What? - Hey, do me a favor.
Can you drop these off?
They're receipts. She's been looking for 'em.
Thanks, bud.
And we switch from Pepper to Pibb.
Pibb, are you sure?
We stand to rake in an extra 15%.
So Lars did have some business sense.
He did. And some common sense too.
- Is there anything else? - It's Rocky.
I still don't think it's a good idea.
Rocky is one of us, Lah.
Look, I get why you're bailing him out.
His gold is gone. His jewels are gone.
Clearly he has some sort of money trouble.
But be careful.
I have a feeling he's selling something
people are tired of buying.
Rocky "Soulman" Johnson making his triumphant return
to Polynesian Pacific Pro Wrestling.
Great to be working with you again, Rock.
How you want to take us home?
Dropkick.
Uh, shoot off the ropes, sunset flip--
The hell is that?
Here we go.
What's happening?
Welcome to wrestling for Lars Anderson.
Boo? No boo! Oh, shut up.
Get out of here.
What the hell are you doing, man?
This is my return match. - Change of plans.
My dad was pissed, but he was a pro,
and he sold for Lars.
Aah!
20 years in this business,
I ain't never been more disrespected.
Now you see what I'm dealing with.
Hey, Swiss Miss.
What the hell was that?
Rocky, you sound upset. What's wrong?
Don't mess with me, Lars. This was my return match,
and you took all the shine for yourself.
Disagree.
Me crashing your match had the fans poppin' like crazy.
Tonight wasn't about you, Lars.
It was about Rocky. - See, that's where
I get confused, 'cause the last time I checked,
I was the booker and I call the shots.
No. We're equals.
Well, if we're equals, then my back is aching
from carrying you night after night.
Now, if you excuse me,
I'm gonna get my post-show bratwurst.
- What do we do? - We can't go on like this.
We need to talk to my mom.
While my parents were dealing
with their frustration with Lars,
I was wondering if what I overheard him say
about my dad was true.
Does my dad look... different to you?
Oh, the hair? Yeah, it's rough stuff.
Hey, Dad, where's your sunglasses?
Oh, um, just getting them cleaned, son.
Gotta keep them rhinestones shining.
Could you go grab my bag for me, Dew?
Now I knew what happened to my dad's glasses.
Should we order the calamari for the table?
Maybe two orders. I only eat the ones with legs.
- Tentacles, Mom. - How come Dewey isn't here?
Because we wanted to talk to you about something,
just us adults.
- Divorce. - No.
It's about Lars. - Lah?
You saw how he was at Saturday's match--
going off script,
stealing the spotlight from Rocky.
He's becoming very difficult to work with.
And it's not just me. The other guys think so too.
- Mm, Lah can be a lot. - Exactly,
which is what we wanted to talk to you about.
Look, me and the guys, we all loved wrestling for PPPW
because it felt like a family business.
Lars changed that. It's just not the same.
What we're saying is, we can't work with him anymore.
Either Lars goes, or we go.
You are right. PPPW is a family business.
But it's also my business. And business is good.
And Lah is part of that. - Is he, though, Ma?
We were doing fine without him.
But we are doing better with him.
Our profits have increased ever since he joined.
He has a good business sense.
We went from Pepper to Pibb, and that's money in my pocket.
That's good business. That's Lah.
And Lah stays.
- Then we're leaving. - Oh, stop being silly.
I'm serious, Mom.
We're leaving, and we're starting
our own wrestling promotion--
one that resembles what PPPW was
before Lars Anderson got his hands on it.
I wish the both of you the best of luck.
And, um, shall we order some onion rings?
And that's when my mom left the business.
So she didn't swallow her pride at all
for the greater good; she quit--
basically the exact opposite
of what I'm telling you to do with Taft.
- Basically, yes. - Hmm.
Mm, guess I see where you're coming from.
So what happened with you and the Nintendo?
Oh, I got a lot of story to tell there.
- Hmm. - Wow, you are really going
to town on those things, huh?
Mm, sorry, I think I'm dehydrated.
You want some? - No, man.
It's just straight-up lap melon.
You've held it in your lap for 30 minutes now.
- Lap melon? - Lap melon. You didn't share.
You've only left me the weird white pieces. No.
It's weird.
And then, once we have a roster,
we can start putting the wheels in motion,
make this dream a reality.
Look at you, sexy boss lady.
Oh, again, the hair.
Oh, hi, honey.
Hi, Mom.
Guess who got paid.
My son, the working man.
Did you get that Nintendo?
Nah, I spent the money on something else.
Thought you might be missing these.
How did you--
oh, son, that--
that guy at the pawnshop was a friend of mine.
He was just holding these for me--
Yeah, totally.
But I thought they look better on you
than they do in a pawnshop.
Wow, son.
Those look better on you than they do on me.
I was gonna say it if you weren't gonna say it.
They're actually kind of heavy.
That's because there's 250 rhinestones
on those babies.
249, actually. I counted.
There's a gem missing on the right side by the ear.
Mm. The wear and tear of time.
Buying those glasses for your dad was a big move.
It wasn't what you wanted,
but it was for the greater good.
Don't do that, Randall.
You can't use my story against me.
Hey, I'm just working
with what you're giving me.
But the current situation's more complicated than that.
I've already said no.
I'm not gonna go crawling back to Taft.
Why would I do that?
But you've always sacrificed
to help others and to do the right thing.
Look, what if I buy you a Nintendo?
I'll do it.
But only for the good of the country.
Yes.
Get your linen pants out of storage,
'cause we're going to Gjelgjiughm.
Oh, you know what? I don't like linen on you.
It bunches. - Really?
- Yeah. - I always thought
I looked good in linen. No? - No.
- Really? - No.
I could be your stylist if you'd like.
Nah, I'm good.