Previously on 21 Thunder...
- Hey! - I'm sorry.
I made this stupid little mistake with my taxes,
and now I owe, like, $5 million.
You owe me and my brother $10,000!
You took all our money for nothing!
You said you'd find their brother.
You didn't. Pay up.
I wish I never found him.
He's a very bad man.
Keep your friends away from him.
Cops don't care about dead dealers.
Oh, so he's dead?
Let's get out of here!
(Whistle blowing)
(Players shouting)
We should be beating these guys by 10 goals!
- It's the ref! - Oh, they were bullshit calls!
75 large... When can we do this again?
- When's the next game? - No!
I said one and done, and I meant it.
You tell me who your partners are,
or I'm gonna beat you till you can't.
♪ I don't wanna be that girl ♪
(Grace shouting, indistinct)
- It's not working! - You're doing really well.
It's the wrong weight! It's too heavy!
OK, well, we can try a lighter one.
- What's going on, Mom? - She's trying to hurt me!
She doesn't know what she's talking about!
Can we talk? Just give me one sec.
Get out! Get out!
Grace needs round-the-clock care,
or we jeopardize her recovery.
(Inhaling deeply)
- OK. - OK.
- What are we talking about? - I'm going to my room.
Grace, can you give me one quick sec?
Um, inpatient care. Now, I made a call.
There's a spot for her at the facility.
It's covered by the province.
I think she'd be a really good fit,
but we need to let them know by tomorrow.
- Tomorrow. OK. - Yeah. OK.
(Grace): ...can't think for myself!
Grace! Why don't we, uh, try some light stretches?
- Let go! - OK?
I can pay! We can find the money.
- I know. I understand. - Please.
I'm really sorry, but my bank just won't wait.
$15,000 in one month! Where did the money go, Junior?
We all thought he had paid 2 months rent.
Maybe he thought he did.
What, did you come here
with a personal problem?
- Do you use drugs, Junior? - No, Ms. Messina.
I... I promise you.
If you have a problem, I can help you.
But if you lie, I...
I used all the money...
to help my family.
You sent all the money back?
Wait outside with your brother.
(Door opening, closing)
He's a good player, but as an investment,
I want to cut him loose right now.
Too soon. We have to be patient.
Either he's up to something or he's weak or he's stupid.
No, he's just young,
in a place where everything is strange.
But he trusts me. He'll do what I say.
Look, a few more games, and the offers will come.
Big teams.
And then you can choose the highest bidder
or keep him for yourself.
But I promise you, he is a diamond.
OK. But you have one month to prove it.
I'll move him into the team condo,
keep him close.
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.
(Bird calling)
(Buzzer sounding)
I got my boy back!
I'm the happiest man on earth!
No contact!
It's inpatient care.
The therapist says it's time, Mom.
No. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
OK, I'm going to work,
but we have to talk about this tonight!
- No! - This is important!
Good morning, sunshine!
You know I make house calls.
Uh, shouldn't you be flying to New York with the first team?
I'm catching up with them later. I have rehab.
But I got a text from this very location alleging elder abuse.
Ha ha! There's my boy!
What's happening?
(Chuckling)
Come on in, Davey!
Why are you texting him?
Because he's not boring! And it's still my house.
(Chuckling)
Why are you here?
Peacemaker. We're friends now, remember?
Well, then she just played you, my friend.
(Grace): Davey, you coming?
(Knocking on door)
I'll come back.
I've got injuries on my first team.
I heard. But Davey should be good to go.
Need forwards.
I'm thinking Junior, but he may not be with us much longer.
I want boys who might actually play for me one day.
Who would you call up?
What would the Olympic hero do now?
(Man shouting in distance)
Well...
Nolan Gallard's been dangerous.
Since his first game meltdown?
Yeah, these last 3 weeks,
his pass accuracy, his tackles, shots, goals,
they're... they're better than anybody.
And he's just as hungry.
So, reading between the lines, you think he's ready.
Yes.
I agree.
Make yourselves at home.
Hey, babe! Thought I'd find you here.
Guys, grab a seat.
Just wanted to introduce you to the team.
Lara, this is... Well, you know Jerry.
And, uh, this is the newest member of the team, Kevin.
Hi.
The team?
Kevin has a connection,
an investor that's intrigued by our project.
I don't know what you are talking about.
Jerry, what happened to your face?
I think we may have our wires crossed.
Could we maybe reconvene?
Lara... I didn't mean to ambush you.
I've just been talking with Zhen a little,
and you seem like a good person to know.
I'll be in touch, Lara!
Hey! Don't you have the MCATs later?
Yeah, Lara asked me to sub in for her this morning.
I gotta get out of here soon.
Hey, listen...
I'll kill you if you apologize again.
It's just still bothering me,
what I did and what I said.
Ancient history. You were high.
And I'm not just his girlfriend.
I'm your friend too.
Look, me and Nolan are kind of good right now.
He's coming to this big dinner tonight after my exam.
Keep it to yourself.
Please. Thank you.
Hey, um, I got another one here.
Could you pre-wrap the guy in Room 2 for me?
Yes. Great!
(Players shouting, indistinct)
(Grunting)
La maledetta...
It's Italian for "the cursed".
It's what Pirlo calls his knuckleball.
You hit it right, it's unstoppable.
The foot relaxes all at once, no spin...
but at the end, it drops like bitch.
(Grunting)
- Pretty good! - Yeah.
(Christy): Nice!
Yeah! Nice! You got it!
You've been giving it hard lately.
Yeah, nobody's noticing.
Well, no, I just...
I meant...
You're wrong.
I'm serious.
I probably shouldn't say this, but...
just be ready.
Pack a bag.
(Players shouting, indistinct)
Lara! Hey!
Lara! Lara!
Do you know what you've done?
They came to me!
Special K, Kevin, he already knew everything!
How do you think he found out?
Did you see Jerry's face?
Special K would never do that to us!
You think you're like these guys,
that they accept you.
OK, we made our move, like you said.
We're the smart ones. They need us.
Now let's go get ours.
Say yes.
I've got class.
(Players shouting, indistinct)
♪ I need a girl who makes bank ♪
♪ Likes comic books and listens to... ♪
Come on, man! These pylons are quicker than you!
Hurry up, man! Pay attention!
What are you doing?
- Fetch, rookie! - You serious?
Coach! Hamstring!
What the hell, Snacks?
♪ ...spend more than 2 months with somebody else ♪
♪ I wish I could just go back now ♪
♪ And tell myself to slow it right down ♪
♪ I just want to fall ♪
(Cell vibrating)
♪ I just want to fall deep ♪
♪ I just want to know if you wanna fall... ♪
Hey, Stefan! Your hamstring tight?
- Where's Marie at? - Vacation days, man.
You think we don't get a break from you superstars?
Come on! Let's go. I don't have all day.
Ugh!
(Player shouting, indistinct)
Nolan. I want to take Nolan to New York today.
Mike, you're making a mistake.
The kid is fragile. His dad's in prison. He...
I know! But what about second chances?
You know all about those.
Look, Nolan will be a player.
But... he came to see me the other day.
He's very upset.
He just found out his old man is never getting out.
He's going to die in jail.
Man!
His head's not right! And I understand it, but...
So, you're saying Junior.
I know where you're going with him.
Look, your team is fighting for points, all right?
It's your third club in 4 years.
You miss the playoffs,
you're gonna be out on the street again.
You need firepower now,
not in a couple of years when Nolan has matured.
(Players shouting, indistinct)
(Grunting)
(Whistle blowing)
(Rocas): Bring it in!
Listen up!
You're winning games, you're getting noticed.
Coach Shields is calling one of you up
for this afternoon's game.
That player is going to fly out right away
to New York City to meet the first team.
(Player): Nice! New York!
Junior, congratulations!
(Players cheering)
(Junior): Thank you.
(Player): Junior, you deserve it.
Boys, one of ours is going to the show.
What do we say?
(Alex whooping, players clapping and trilling)
- Who's going to the show? - Y'all know!
- Who's going to the show? - Lolo!
(Talking indistinctly)
- Who's going to the show? - Y'all heard!
- Who's going to the show? - Junior!
- Montreal, what? - Thunder!
- Who's going to the show? - Y'all heard!
He wanted Nolan.
So, that's what you two were scheming.
He asked my opinion, so I gave it.
And then you gave the kid the good news, didn't you?
Listen to me.
They don't want you to be their friend.
They want you to help them get better.
That's the job.
I'm sorry.
You want to help?
Please, move Sly into the team condo
while I get Junior ready for his big game.
Can you do that?
- Yes. - Thank you.
(Inhaling deeply)
And New York City on top of it all...
I mean, the first team is already there.
Davey Gunn had to stay back for physio,
so he'll drive you to the airport.
I'll pick you up when you get back tonight,
and we'll debrief the whole game.
I'm going away when Sly still doesn't have a home.
No, listen. Sly is going to be taken care of.
OK? It's already done!
Now, Liverpool and others have your tapes.
They trust me, so they're going to be watching.
You worry about this game, nothing else. OK?
Ah!
(Chuckling)
(♪ Hip hop playing on car stereo ♪)
- Mr. Gunn... - Your car, sir!
_
Come on, chop-chop! Get in!
Fuerza!
- I'll pick you up tonight. - Thank you.
It's the dog's bollocks, innit?
Hey, Mr. Gunn, can we...
Hey! You're first team now.
It's Davey, or you can walk.
Davey, can we make a stop?
Aye, of course, mate, a quick one.
♪ Too many phonies around me ♪
♪ They keeping me cautious ♪
♪ I'm keeping them parrow Kilimanjaro ♪
(Horn honking)
(Dog barking in distance)
Who are you?
I got called up. I'm going to New York, now.
(Whispering): That's Davey Gunn.
- Hi! - Yeah...
(Chuckling)
My God! Junior, it's happening!
Your big break!
So, what have you found?
What did you want to show me?
- When will you be back? - Later tonight.
Perfect! We'll talk then.
It's nothing certain. Maybe a lead.
I just wanted to make sure you still wanted this.
This is the reason why I came to Montreal.
Good! We'll find out more then.
Junior, we have to go. Come on. Come.
OK.
(Laughing nervously)
Bye!
(Grunting)
Hey, Snacks, you hear Junior's going up?
Yeah. I'm still in here putting in the time.
What are you doing to get to the show?
You think those same damn step-overs
are gonna get you there?
You know he and his bro are moving in?
Aren't they too good to live with us?
And taking over dickhead Rusk's room.
You know, they get rid of Rusk even though he's a veteran.
And I know they'd do the same to me in a second.
You know, I know what your problem is.
What?
I was with an older woman once too.
I get it.
A beautiful, successful person chooses you...
But that dream can't last, man.
It still hurts when the time comes,
but trust me, one day,
you'll be thankful she loved you,
and you'll hope she's happy, wherever she is, man.
- Older woman, huh? - Mm-hmm.
How old?
17.
(Both laughing)
Hey, man, I was 15 at the time!
I love you, Tran. You kill me!
I love you too.
(Grunting)
You're coming to the dark field with us.
"Dark field"? That does not sound healthy.
We'll see if you can pass the test.
Oh, I will.
Call up was a bummer, but I'm good.
Does your dad have something to do with this sunny new you?
Ah, maybe, but most likely
'cause I get to celebrate you tonight,
how amazing you are.
I haven't even taken the test yet!
I could bomb!
Oh, that won't happen!
When McGill sees these scores,
you're gonna be top of the list.
I know it.
(Laughing)
OK.
Whoa, whoa!
What do you wanna do tonight?
Well, after 6 months studying for this,
I wanna get faded!
Oh! Tear it up with the folks, huh?
Yeah, you sure about that?
Mm-hmm.
You're gonna do great!
And when you're finished, I'll be right here, waiting,
freezing my ass off.
(Laughing): Thank you.
(Laughing)
Thanks.
- OK, go kill it. - OK.
(Inhaling deeply)
All right...
All right! This is it!
- Kitchen... - Nice!
It's kind of messy.
Hey, Sly! What's up, my man?
Coach... Welcome home, little dude!
Yeah!
Um...
Oh, don't sweat Danko.
Guy doesn't bother anybody. Just don't touch his stuff, OK?
Yes, uh...
Let's get you sorted out, my man!
- Coach, you coming? - Yeah!
(Cell vibrating)
_
OK, I gotta go. Sly has tons of food in there.
Junior will be back in a few hours.
OK, don't worry, coach.
They'll be the most boring and safe
of the kid's young life.
I... I swear.
Bye!
Come on!
(Door opening)
(Siren wailing in distance)
I need to be with my grandmother
for as long as she has left.
I'd like to request a tuition refund
based on compassionate grounds.
(Man): I'm so sorry. I can't do that in one day.
But online, you can start by...
I'm sorry. I don't have time for that.
OK.
(Breathing heavily)
Hey!
I've got a clinical. Needed my tablet.
We'll talk it all through later, OK?
I'm sorry.
(Car lock beeping)
(Car approaching)
(Tires screeching)
(Screaming)
Hi again, college girl!
Just keep calm, and you'll be fine.
(Breathing heavily)
What do you want?
Just a few minutes of your life.
Let's go.
(Grunting)
(Buzzer sounding, man talking on PA)
I'm nobody.
You're somebody to me!
I needed money for school. We got lucky.
You can keep that money,
because I know we're gonna make a whole lot more, you and me.
What about Jerry or Zhen?
They don't have your access, your finesse.
What would I have to do?
Exactly what you're doing.
Only now you'd have the resources to do it bigger.
We adjust the next two games,
ensure our team gets into this one-game tourney
against the Europeans.
We get real eyeballs on it, real money.
Asians, Russkies, Yanks...
Will you help me do this, Lara?
Thank you!
It should have been you in New York.
Still, you were cool today and sent Junior off right.
Stop. You're gonna make me weepy.
(Announcer on TV): New York has a brand-new midfield.
And the coach...
(Announcer continues, indistinct)
- Hey, man! - Hey, bro!
I see he's got you babysitting now too.
Shut up, Snacks!
(Announcer): And we're underway!
New York and Montreal, a showdown...
- Come on, you Thunder! - Come on, you Thunder!
(Whooping)
(Man talking, indistinct)
(Crowd booing)
He's sending the ball down, 20 yards from the goal.
Tran?
Uh, there was no one at the condo.
- I had to bring him. - To a bar?
And back home right after the game?
Yeah.
(Laughing)
Shut up, man!
Now the referee has said he must get on with it.
And he has! A good ball to drop back.
The keeper did well. What a save!
Brilliant play with New York here tonight.
(Man shouting, indistinct)
I'm alone too.
Oh!
Thought I'd have a drink, wave a flag for our man in New York.
OK. Are we friends now?
Fake it till you make it?
Damien Lacroix finds some space.
Shoot it!
He turns.
(All groaning)
Hmm. Your man almost got one.
Really? That's too bad.
It's been a while.
Montreal is finding holes in New York.
I'm kidding. He scores a lot.
(Chuckling)
Up front, no one seems to be in form today.
(Inaudible)
Can I help you?
These posters... You knew him.
Yes, did you?
No, I'm very sorry. I thought maybe I did.
Somebody out there knows something.
The police are doing their best, but...
He was my beautiful boy,
with so much time left to do things different.
And he loved his own son the way I loved him.
He was a father?
Little ones soak up everything,
even how to quit.
So for my grandson, I can't stop looking,
even if I wanted to.
So, how's the wedding?
It's good. It's fine.
You seeing anyone?
(Cell vibrating)
Shoot it!
Ugh!
You gonna swipe left or right?
I wanna do worse!
This asshole on my Instagram
thinks he knows soccer.
Oh!
Troll?
Yeah, I'm... I'm used to stupid stuff,
but this loser just keeps coming back!
It's creepy!
Should I tell him what I think?
Yeah.
"You're a dick"?
Ah, we can do better than that.
(Alex): Thunder till we what?
OK.
Thunder till we die!
Thunder, we go what?
Thunder, we go by!
(Chuckling)
- Thunder till we what? - Thunder till we die! _
Yeah! Yo, where's Nols at, man?
It's the second half.
...and he promised just that!
- (Davey on TV): Ah! - (Players): Oh!
- Oh, shit! - Oh, man!
Oh! Davey Gunn down awkwardly. That's worrisome.
The buzz around the Scottish international's signing...
Yo, that did not look good.
...has been one of Montreal's bright spots.
No...
You're so straight edge.
We're not at soccer camp anymore.
The team's inside.
The last thing I need is for them to see me high.
So, is that what you had against me?
You thought I was square?
You were square. And I had a lot against you.
Great!
Mainly that you were a natural
and that your parents supported you.
Mine were a couple of eggheads
who had no idea what I was doing or why.
And then there was that Brit coach at national camp
who said in front of 50 girls
I was a speedboat, all pace, no brains,
and I had to be more like you and think on my feet.
And about my parents, my mom...
Ugh! You don't know the half of it.
Yeah, I get that now.
Anyway, you won.
You made it to the Olympics, and I admire you very much.
(Players in bar shouting)
You want?
I'm good.
In case you're interested,
the chosen one has taken the pitch.
Let me guess. Junior?
Yeah. And Davey's out, so...
Is he OK?
Sure. Davey's a machine.
It was a mistake.
(Clears throat)
Well, be careful!
An excellent goal...
(All groaning)
(Announcer continues, indistinct)
Substitute Junior Lolo has taken the pitch.
Come on, Junior! Let's go!
This is Lolo's professional debut!
The guy didn't want to live with us until he had to.
No trust, no loyalty.
Snacks, shut the hell up, man!
It's the truth, kid.
Hey, don't listen to him.
...to give Montreal hope.
Junior gets loose, plays it wide!
He keeps running.
(All cheering)
The referee glances at his watch and calls it!
Montreal steals this in the final seconds!
There is hope again in la belle province!
(All cheering)
- Montreal! - Thunder!
(Chanting continues in distance)
(Players cheering)
Hey! I thought you left to go meet Emma.
(Both laughing)
You OK?
Yeah, I just messed up.
What happened?
(Inhaling deeply)
It's nothing.
You stay close to your boys tonight, OK?
Emma will understand.
Hey, Snacks! We still doing the dark field?
- You know it! - Let's go then!
Put your game face on!
And you're coming with us tonight.
(Players talking, indistinct)
(Breathing heavily)
_
Yes?
Are you Gregoire Lolo?
Yes. Who wants to know?
I'm here about your brother, Junior Lolo.
(Chuckling)
Come in.
(Breathing heavily)
Fuck off for 5 minutes, won't you?
Fuck me!
God! Fuck!
♪ I sit around and wait to get a call from you ♪
♪ I watch the clock tick-tock from past 10 until 10 to ♪
♪ I am your Lazarus ♪
♪ Please, I'm torn and breathless without you ♪
♪ I'm just being honest ♪ _
(Sighing)
(Marie): Davey Gunn?
(♪ Rock playing on stereo ♪)
See? Not so square!
OK, all the deets, now.
No!
Still pretty square.
(Both laughing)
Um, is it too early in our fake friendship to ask a favour?
I need another bridesmaid.
OK! Maybe this is too early.
Ugh! Damien's got, like, a million groomsmen,
and I need to bump up my numbers.
Oh, that's so charming.
No, please!
I'm serious here. Please.
OK. I'll do it.
Good!
(Cell chiming)
Whoop! Hmm...
So, how are you actually feeling about the big day?
(Cell vibrating)
Ugh!
_
I have to go.
Go.
- OK, don't peek! - I'm not!
You're sure you can't see?
You're gonna make me bump into something.
OK, stop, stop, stop!
Don't do that. OK, you're good! You're good!
- Take it off! - You can take it off.
OK, fine.
(All): Surprise!
Guys...
♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪
None of that!
♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ Which nobody can deny ♪
- Thank you. - Congrats!
- Congratulations! - Congrats, Sis!
Thanks, young lady!
I'm sure he's fine.
I don't care.
Do the honours!
- Love you, baby! - Thanks!
(Players chatting, indistinct)
(♪ Red Alert by Jazz Cartier ♪)
The dark field.
Hallowed ground, my friend.
It's where I first met these two jackweeds,
back in the dark ages when they held provincial U12 camp
on an American football field.
The sacrilege!
And we kept one of those balls.
A priceless relic.
The magic orb.
"Magic"?
Thanks to this ball, I lost my cherry!
So, more like a miracle ball then.
Oh! All right.
All right, guys, two teams of four.
In order to score, you gotta shoot it through the uprights.
And after every single goal, losers drink.
And the winners... Ah, you know what?
Winners drink too. Why not?
All right, but he's gotta go back.
Junior will kill us if Sly gets busted drinking.
OK, he's not gonna drink.
Too late. I'm already here.
Ah, what were you idiots doing when you were 12? Come on!
Let's get this...
(Players groaning)
♪ I got the gas and now high as the ceiling ♪
♪ I hear the feds is out ♪
(All): Oh!
♪ They never see me ♪
♪ I hear the whoop, whoop, then I go genie ♪
Oh!
(Talking indistinctly)
Davey!
I wanted to see if you were OK.
I'm good. Just a strain.
- OK. - What about you?
I heard your goal was a beauty!
Happy for you.
Seriously, mate, I'm proud of you.
I'll be done in a minute anyway.
Honestly, I'm good.
I will wait for Coach Shields to get back.
I'll sit right here.
Junior, come see me after you get changed.
Nols, no pressure.
(All): Oh!
Dude, how drunk are you trying to get, man?
All right, boys, I'm taking this one sitting down.
Yeah, that, uh...
(Grunting)
Yeah, I'm about it.
(Yannick): Oh, hey, cap!
They're talking about you online.
All good things, I hope!
Uh, some girl saying you almost OD'd on molly.
Said she had to drop you at the emerg.
Look, there's even a pic!
Golden boy here? No way!
- Dude! - Oh!
Give me the phone. Give me the phone.
(Both laughing)
Oh, wait for it...
(Players laughing)
What is it?
Very soon, you're gonna be making a lot of money.
Did you know that Rocas is telling clubs in Europe
that he's your agent?
He's my coach.
I have signed no agent agreement with him.
Well, he's gonna tell Montreal
that he's gonna sell you for a price,
then he's gonna sell you at a higher price
to a European powerhouse
that's gonna let him keep the difference in cash,
probably give him a job too,
all as a bribe to get you on their team.
How do you know this?
I played there for 10 years.
I know people.
I just thought you should know the game that you're in.
Be careful of Rocas.
I met her on Tinder, and we got high.
She split, and then...
And then what? You were in trouble, so you called Em?
Yeah, she's my friend too, man.
Something's not right here, man.
You don't even tell me about this.
We thought it'd be better not to.
"We"?
Something happen between you?
Look, man, she had nothing to do with it, OK?
I was high.
I tried to kiss her.
So, you two were planning together
not to tell me this shit.
Dude, I'm telling you now, and it didn't even happen.
You spoiled rich boy.
You know, soccer and school,
you don't really need any of it, right?
You're bored, so you just mess with other people's lives?
You have everything, and you can't...
- Say one more thing about her! - Hold on. Hold up!
- Hey, guys, go! Come on! - Hey!
- Go, let's go! - Hey! Hey, hey!
Come on! Let's go!
Come on, come on!
- Hey, stop right there! - Come on, man!
- Hey, where's Sly? - Come on, come on!
(Players shouting, indistinct)
(All laughing)
(Sly): Your magic orb!
See? I'm loyal and brave, like my brother.
And he's a much better soccer player than you.
All right, all right. Respect.
But you gotta lead us home. Let's go!
- Let's go, what? - Thunder!
(All talking, indistinct)
You OK?
What happened?
It's fine. It's...
How did this happen?
I don't know. I was gone for a minute.
- Yeah, a minute. - Uh, and where have you been?
I came right away!
I can smell the weed on you, Christy!
- You were here with her! - You can't blame this on me.
No, I will blame it on you.
- Why? - You're not responsible!
'Cause you're here all the time, and not playing soccer?
Why do I have to do everything?
STOP!
Ah! Call the rehab shithole tomorrow.
I'll go.
(Car lock beeping)
(Crying)
Oh my God! Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Hi!
I didn't mean to disappear on you.
I needed time to think.
Come here.
I was surprised to get your text.
I had to make a difficult decision for us both.
But I think it's for the best.
(Chuckling)
Yeah.
Come here.
Hey...
I'm not stupid.
I know this is it.
Don't make me talk anymore.
(Moaning)
(Both moaning)
(Both talking, indistinct)
(Woman talking on PA)
Fatima!
What are you doing here?
I wasn't sure at first, but I found your brother.
He... he did this to you?
(Sobbing)
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
Where's your car?
(Softly): It's over there.
OK, come on. Let's go.
You took it. You did it!
Thank you, coach, but I have to go.
No, Junior, I insist.
I have an offer, a transfer in hand for you to sign.
We have to discuss this now.
- Junior, what are you... - I am not leaving Montreal!
Don't you understand what this means for us?
I didn't come here for you.
And you are not a man of honour.
Let's go. Come.
(Men talking, indistinct)
(Sighing)
Zhen!
Money's gone?
How are you gonna run away this time?
All that bullshit you told the old man
was just so you could get back here?
(Lara sighing)
Zhen ratted you out.
He told us you didn't wanna play.
That's why we strong-armed you.
(Inhaling deeply)
As soon as you don't need me, I'm the fall guy.
(Chuckling)
No, no, no, no, no.
See, if you got real talent...
you'll survive, because you make them money.
If I don't?
(Exhaling sharply, sniffling)
Guess you never should have fixed that first game.
Mmm...
(Sighing)
(Elevator door opening)
You're on the wrong floor, my friend.
Yeah, I guess I am.
(Clears throat)
Alberto...
(Announcer on TV): ...to give Montreal hope.
(Speaking Spanish)
...loose, plays it wide! He keeps running.
_
Junior.
(Remote beeping)
(Sighing)
I give everything to these boys,
and they always forget.
They take what they need,
and that's it, they're gone.
It's the nature of the job.
It won't change.
Am I not a man of honour?
Ay, Alberto...
Oh, no, no, no. _
_
Alberto!
_
_ (Child): Mama...
_
Yoli...
(Rocas snorting)
Renata!
Renata, ven!
(Sighing)
_
(Muttering in Spanish)
(Birds chirping)
(Buzzer sounding)
(Man laughing)
How do you carry the guilt?
You bury it. Simple as that.
You gotta get on,
worrying about yourself, the ones still here.
Yeah.
You bury Mom, that guilt?
No.
That nearly buried me.
That's why you have to fight for this girl.
Do whatever it takes to protect her,
whoever's coming at you.
(Breathing heavily)
"Sorry. Congrats"?
I don't know what to say.
Well, try something!
You lied about you and Alex.
You're trying to make this about me?
You're scaring me now!
We can't go on like this. I did nothing wrong!
Ah, it's your future and the Point,
and it's Special K and all that shit
is just driving us all apart.
If it is, then you're the one letting it!
I love you and I can't lose you.
Marry me, Em.
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.