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Ana put in my deal that I need to play at least 5 games
or else my salary gets cuts down to 10%.
Grace needs round-the-clock care,
or we jeopardize her recovery.
Call the rehab shithole tomorrow! I'll go!
I love you, and I can't lose you. Marry me, Em.
Do whatever it takes to protect her.
Whoever's coming at you.
(Yelping)
What do I have to do?
We adjust the next 2 games,
ensure our team gets into this one-game tourney
against the Europeans.
(Glass smashing)
_
(Fatima): I found your brother.
He did this to you?
(Crying)
That is his place?
Mm-hmm.
OK.
(Dog barking)
Uh-uh.
I am not putting you in danger again.
What about you?
He's my brother. He won't hurt me.
Look!
Please.
Just stay in here.
(Sighing)
Grégoire?
Greg?
(Both grunting)
Let me go!
(Grunting)
(Screaming)
(Breathing heavily)
(Moaning, grunting)
I told you your brother was dangerous.
That's not my brother.
(Breathing heavily)
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(Breathing heavily)
I thought you were here to kill me.
But I didn't know you were Grégoire's brother.
_
Grégoire saved my life.
Bad men, very bad men are after me.
I have to hide here.
I cannot go back to Abidjan.
They'll kill me.
I am not your enemy.
Look, I can prove it.
(Grunting)
_
That... that ring is my brother's.
Why do you wear it?
I took it.
I'm sorry.
Your brother is dead.
Wh-wh-what? Dead?
How?
He became sick.
It's very cold here. Pneumonia.
He is dead.
Why shouldn't I take his ring and his papers?
I need them.
What good are they to Grégoire now?
Where's his body?
The government, they took it away.
- Wh-when did he die? - I...
When did he die?
A year? Maybe more.
I am in danger!
You don't understand!
(Exhaling sharply)
That man in there, who knows what's true?
I am sorry. I'm sorry I got you involved.
I'm gonna search up death notices
in the civil directory for the last 3 years
I know where I can...
With what name would they bury him? Hmm?
WITH WHAT NAME?
(Crying)
It's over.
There's nothing to say.
(Sniffling)
He brings much more to this organization than his talent.
We urge you to honour the full amount of his contract.
I am marquee. I am a name.
I can sell the beautiful game in this city.
Yes, you're a legend.
You sell tickets thanks to your charm and past glory.
The groin injury is being treated.
He's back in a month, maybe two.
Even if it heals in record time,
your client is still going to miss
his minimum game requirement.
So a half million is all I can pay him.
10% of the original fee.
And I will only pay him if he shows up to all the games,
fulfills his social media obligations,
and starts coaching the U-21's
instead of trying to drink them under the table.
(Phone ringing)
OK? We're done here. I have a call.
(Phone ringing)
(Cell phone beeping and buzzing)
(Sighing)
What are they saying?
Is it on?
They want the trade.
But I still think it's a big mistake.
He's talented, and we've invested a lot in him.
Let's deal.
I needed that money.
Now the tax man's gonna put me away.
Review the contract before signing.
That's supposed to be your job, you useless twat!
You've always been a selfish prick.
But now you've gone and hung yourself.
(Sophie): Baby, hurry up! You're gonna be late for school!
(Dishes clinking)
- Honey, careful! - Nolan's still sleeping.
(Sighing)
(Door closing)
(Grunting)
What are you doing? You're packed.
It's all the wrong clothes.
No, you agreed to every single article I put in there.
(Coffee grinder whirring)
It's about time.
Whoops.
OK, we have to leave right now.
Why? Check-in time's not for another couple hours.
She's not going to a hotel.
It's a rehab facility with a huge wait-list.
We'll lose the spot and the subsidy.
(Scoffing)
OK, I have to go.
I will send help. Just get her there on time, OK?
This is the first half.
After Thunder wins today, you get the rest.
Tell me you understand.
I do.
Perfectly.
Great. See you in Boston.
(Door opening)
(Door closing)
(Sighing)
(Bird chirping)
(♪ Hip-hop on car stereo )
(Sighing)
Give me your phone.
Why?
You're still carrying a lot of my money.
I've gotta make sure we can find you, keep you safe.
(Sighing)
I have a bus to catch.
(Chuckling)
(Birds cawing)
(Buzzer sounding)
(Golf announcer talking on TV, indistinct)
(Grunting)
You know, I thought we were friends, and now...
I hear you got something going on.
Just a small-time.
Kid wins in Boston tonight,
and his team plays that famous youth club from London.
The whole world's watching.
That ain't small-time.
Yeah, well, if that happens, I'll definitely cut you in.
Put me down for $20K for tonight.
Deliver on this,
you're one step closer to paying off your debt.
Your team loses, we have a different conversation.
(Buzzer sounding)
(Sighing)
Friend of yours?
(♪ Hip-hop playing on stereo )
(Sighing)
Dad, why are you here?
Your mother's worried.
I came to see you, how you're living.
Hey Tran! Is this your father?
Dad, please meet Becka Jolie.
Welcome to the dads' road trip, Mr. Tran.
Can I see you driver's license and passport, please?
Pardon me?
I need to make sure you have proper ID
so we don't have any problems at the border.
I understand your concern, but I'll be driving alone.
I'll look for you at the game.
Yo, leave some room for the bags!
This is more important.
No way I'm gonna drink that Yankee piss!
Take a picture!
Oh, no, no, no you don't!
Hat or the phones, your choice.
(Sighing)
(Chuckling)
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Lolo, good game last night.
(Rocas speaking Spanish on phone)
- Why don't I know about Utah? - What?
Someone asked to be traded. It's all over the blogs.
I need to know ahead of time, guys.
I don't know anything about this.
Who would ask to be traded?
(♪ Hip-hop playing on stereo )
We're all here.
(Players talking, indistinct)
Coach?
(Players whooping and laughing)
Hey everyone, can I have your attention?
Hey!
Hey, listen up!
(Music stopping)
Let me guess what you're dreaming about.
We beat Boston, we get to play London next.
The team that's won everything there is to win in Europe.
(Chuckling)
Man, that's beautiful. I get it.
Every coach and scout will be at that game.
But if that's what you're thinking about, we will lose.
Boston, the game today, that is all that matters.
Got it?
- (Players): Yeah! - Good.
Montreal!
(All): Thunder!
(All cheering and applauding)
(♪ Syke by Rich Kidd ♪)
♪ I have only one team ♪
♪ We have so many objectives But it all leads to one dream ♪
♪ We all ashy We need that cream ♪
(Sighing)
Know where you're going yet?
(Sighing)
Still waiting to hear from McGill.
Maybe Dublin.
What about you and Nolan? I thought you two were serious.
I don't know what's going on with him.
He totally blew me off the other day.
Then, he comes home drunk and then...
Stop.
You know why men run the world?
Because they're not afraid to take up space
and ask for what they want.
What do you want?
For him to tell me what's going on.
No. Forget Nolan.
What do you want?
To be a doctor.
Then go after that.
Then, if there's room,
you can squeeze him into your life.
Some of these photos aren't clear.
War criminals don't like having their picture taken.
You finding anything?
Nothing on Grégoire Lolo.
Wait. I think this is the one.
Number 02778.
This is the man you met?
He said his name was Udo.
Who is he, really?
Isaac Boka.
He led raids against unarmed civilians, murder, gang rape...
Tell me he doesn't know where you live.
No.
Should I call the police?
I'll contact my friend at Rights Watch.
She'll know what to do.
What about Grégoire Lolo?
I can't find anything under that name,
but if he's friends with Isaac Boka,
he's bad news.
OK, Christy said you don't need...
She said you don't need the photo albums.
You're supposed to pack...
D-Don't you dare touch my brassieres!
And I am not leaving without the photo albums.
Go!
(Laboured breathing)
(Knock on door)
Hello, hello?
What's going on, Grace?
(Glass smashing)
- Jesus Christ! - What was that?
It was Peter.
Can you find me a drink? The good whiskey.
H-Hey, who said you could touch my single malt?
You can't bring it with you. Rehab doesn't allow that.
(Sighing)
But I'll tell you what. Why don't you finish packing?
We'll have a drink to celebrate.
(Chuckling)
All right.
(Chuckling)
(Crowd): Boston! Boston! Boston!
Some changes to the officials
and the line-up.
You need to get that roster to the referee's office, ASAP.
Duchesne in for Lolo?
This is a big game. We need Lolo.
Lolo wants off the team?
Fine with me. He can leave any time.
What?
How do you know that?
Junior's not playing? Is he injured?
Coach is worried that he's too tired
after playing in the first team game last night.
At least that shit ref isn't here!
What ref?
Desjardins.
The one who had his way with us against Vancouver.
Guess he was too ashamed to do us twice.
I don't know what happened. He never showed up.
You screwed up big time.
I have no control over him not showing!
Well you fix it, or we're all in the shit!
You so deep, you won't be breathing.
(Breathing unevenly)
Top up for you.
(Grunting, sighing)
"Time cuts down all, both great and small."
You're doing a stint in rehab. It's not your bloody funeral!
I don't wanna go.
Your daughter's trying to help you.
(Scoffing)
- It's too late for me. - Oh, so you're a quitter, then.
(Horn honking)
Taxi's here.
(Announcer): The game hasn't even started yet.
Just look at the intensity of this crowd.
Oh, hang on. Wow!
This is gonna make it even tougher for Montreal.
Their star midfielder, Junior Lolo,
will not start this game.
Junior's not playing?
I hope he's OK.
He's fine. The coach is an idiot.
Everyone knows Junior's the best player on the team.
Better be careful, or I'll tell him you said that.
This is not just a contest
to see who plays London Crown next week.
This is a do-or-die battle between 2 bitter rivals.
Boston Crush proudly hold the all-time record
for red cards in the league.
All they need today is a draw to qualify.
(Grunting)
Hey Ref! Wake up!
(Crowd shouting)
Ow!
Stay down, gook!
OK, start warming up. We might need you out there.
Junior!
Get your head in the game!
(Sighing)
Ref, come on!
(Crowd booing)
(Announcer on screen): The Thunder have been scrappy
in that first half.
But a lot of pressure on these kids.
Only 5% will ever get past this league.
That's why qualifying for the London game is so important.
Relax. I'm just here to get the score for Mangano.
No score yet. Soccer's a long game.
Mm-hmm.
(Whistle blowing on screen)
And the referee blows the whistle
to end the first half.
Hi!
Uh...
You shouldn't be here.
Can I talk to you alone?
I'll happily buy you a drink after the game, Miss,
but for now, sorry.
I was...
(Crowd cheering on TV)
You bloody bawbag!
(Phone dialling)
The internet is down.
(Concierge): Let me check.
Uh, looks like you're not paying for high speed, sir.
No, the team's paying. Everything's paid for.
I'm afraid the corporate card for this suite has been revoked.
What?
If you'd like to give me your personal credit card number...
(Sighing heavily)
That dozy bitch!
(Crowd and players shouting on screen)
Boston! Boston!
These Boston fans have no talent.
"Crush 'em high, crush 'em low."
(Speaking foreign language)
You don't... this one. This is my song.
(Chuckling)
Listen.
(♪ Premier Gaou by Magic System ♪)
(Singing in foreign language)
Get up!
(♪ Humming )
(♪ Both humming )
(Announcer): Three minutes to go, still no score.
It looks like Boston Crush will be hosting London Crown
in the InterCon decider.
Tran still impressing.
He continues to give everything despite such little time left.
Points for effort, certainly.
(Grunting rhythmically)
Go Sly, go Sly, go Sly!
(Breathing heavily)
(Crowd roaring in distance)
Here's Tran, and he brilliantly beats McGowan,
tears down the left side, gets his head up,
there's the cross, and it's Arnaud!
That's the winner, surely, for the Montreal Thunder.
One-nil, what a finale!
(Players cheering)
(Crowd booing)
This isn't over, Zip!
(Players whooping)
(Breathing heavily)
(Announcer in distance): Montreal Thunder one,
Boston Crush zero.
(Crying)
(Sobbing)
(Announcer on stereo): Montreal defeats Boston
and advances to the InterCon Cup.
You leave now.
All right.
You know the rules. I scored the goal.
I get to pick the movie on the bus.
No! Last time, you picked How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
It's a great movie!
Yo, gook!
Yo, what did you just say?
(Kick landing, Tran grunting)
(All grunting)
Hey!
(Grunting)
(Punch landing)
(All grunting)
Hey! Hey!
Go, go, go!
Let's go, let's go!
Break it up!
(Players singing and clapping)
♪ Olé, olé, olé, olé, Big Snacks, Big Snacks ♪
Everybody! All right, all right!
Whoa, whoa!
My goal may have won the game...
but this guy...
This guy won the fight.
You crushed McGowan!
(Players): Yeah!
(Players cheering and applauding)
♪ Olé, olé, olé, olé, ♪
♪ Lolo, Lolo
♪ Olé, olé, olé, olé ♪
OK, OK, OK!
♪ Lolo, Lolo
OK, OK!
Montreal!
(All): Thunder!
(Metal crashing)
_
Sorry, folks. It seems like we've got a mechanical problem.
Aw!
(Crickets chirping)
_
(Knocking on door)
Hey.
Coming to celebrate?
No, I'm waiting for an important phone call.
Thank you.
OK, fine. Just thought I'd ask.
(Cell phone buzzing)
Renata?
(Ana): What the hell happened in Boston?
Uh, we won.
You're lucky we did, by one goal in the last minute.
You benched Junior Lolo. I don't give a shit why!
You risked my InterCon gate revenue
and my international exposure.
Lolo wanted out.
You traded him to Utah.
Who said I traded Lolo?
Everybody knew. He was...
Nothing is real until I tell you.
Yeah!
For God's sake, rook!
I'm not gonna take it away, but don't wave it in my face.
(♪ Hip-hop playing on stereo )
Whoo!
Enchanté.
(Becka talking, indistinct)
Can we talk?
Um...
(Crickets chirping)
What's going on, Nolan?
You blow me off after the hardest exam of my life,
after I come to every one of your games for 2 years!
And then you come home drunk
and practically accuse me of sleeping with your best friend.
And then you propose!
(Sniffling)
You said the Point and Special K are driving us apart.
How, huh? Why?
Look, I just meant that where I'm from,
I don't know how to be like you and your family.
So why did you propose?
I thought maybe if we were family, then...
Then what, Nolan?
What?
I couldn't lose you.
I don't want you to lose me.
I love you, Em.
(Sighing)
(Neck cracking)
Your team got lucky.
Me, I don't believe in luck.
That's why I'm up here
looking all the way down the beanstalk... at you.
Next game against London, you're gonna get me a ref,
a coach, and at least one special player.
No risks...
when I put real money down.
Hello, Sports fans!
Davey Gunn here, from up the ass of Ana Messina!
Let's just say "C-U-Next-Tuesday"
doesn't even begin to describe my Thunder Thighs owner...
Aren't you that soccer guy?
I am the football guy, love!
You look clever.
You probably know how to use one of these.
(Clearing throat)
And action!
(Alarm beeping)
(Coughing)
Sly! Sly! Wake up!
Sly, Sly! Get up.
We have to go! We have to go!
Let's go. Come on. Come on!
(Both coughing)
(Talking indistinctly)
(Sobbing): Somebody help us!
(Shouting indistinctly)
(Sobbing)
(Cell vibrating)
- What do you want? - (Kevin): I want you back here.
Why? It all worked out!
Look up. Your ride's waiting.
(Inhaling deeply, exhaling)
What's up?
Utah.
I got traded, man.
Damn!
(♪ Hip-hop playing on stereo )
Junior, I need to speak to you.
It's important.
There's been an accident, OK?
- Your brother is in... - My brother?
Sly is in the hospital.
Sly? W-what happened?
That's all I know.
Go pack. We're gonna get you back home, OK?
Becka!
Hey! Sorry, one second.
Are you in contact with the players' fathers?
They're still in Boston.
Too drunk to drive, except for Tran's dad. Why?
I need to get Junior to Montreal immediately.
Family emergency.
OK, let me make a call.
Well, what about Cornell?
(Scoffing)
Maybe I'll stick with the first team in Utah.
Screw school!
I don't know, man.
Why do you have to go so soon?
Their first team keeper is injured.
I got one practice, then on to fight the big boys in Florida.
South Beach balla!
(Laughing)
Same team since we were 12, man.
It's gonna be weird.
Yeah.
(Sighing)
First team. It's what we've been working for all these years.
Yeah.
What time is your flight?
10:00 a.m.
(Chuckling)
Sleep on the plane!
(All laughing)
I'm told you, uh, defended my son.
I'm grateful.
(Sighing)
(Inhaling deeply)
I know my son is good.
But we worry. So much can go wrong.
It can be hard for immigrants here.
You have to work 2 times harder than anyone else.
I work hard.
It is not because I am an immigrant.
We feel an education is a guarantee.
Mr. Tran, your boy is fast.
He has good skills. He's hungry.
But he has something more.
He has vision.
He... he sees the game, the field, the plays
like he's above it all.
He has this rare gift.
You are right when... when you say there are no guarantees.
But I know one thing...
Your boy was born to play this game.
Ah! Be good!
(♪ You Goin' Miss Your Candyman by Terry Callier ♪)
So, I got you something.
What's that?
(Laughing)
No way, man! Your lucky hat?
It's all yours.
OK. You don't actually expect me to wear this thing, do you?
I figured you're gonna need all the luck you can get
without us there to make you look good.
I'll take it, man. Thanks.
_
It's getting better, though, right?
Inshallah! You're getting it, man!
Maybe go easy on the Arabic
the first couple days in Mormon country.
(Laughing)
I'm really gonna miss you guys.
All right.
♪ I know you, rider ♪
♪ Baby, you might miss me when I'm gone ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, when I'm gone ♪
♪ You better think on it, rider ♪
- Take care. - Yeah, you too, buddy.
♪ You might miss me when I'm gone, gone, gone ♪
♪ I tell you, when I'm gone ♪
♪ I do declare you're gonna miss your candyman ♪
♪ Keeping you safe and warm ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, keeping you out of harm ♪
(Horn honking)
(Players cheering)
(Grunting)
(Sighing)
(Woman on PA speaking French, machine beeping)
Sly!
How is he?
Uh, he inhaled some smoke.
They took a chest X-ray, some blood tests.
Is he OK?
It takes them a while
to fully assess the damage.
W-what happened?
A fire. That's all we know.
It was him, Isaac Boka!
He did this!
(Sighing)
(Scoffing)
Enjoying your coffee?
I noticed your family on their way out.
They seem really nice.
I thought you wanted money to help them, Guy.
You know what? You can have it back.
Now get the hell out of my house!
You put me in a very difficult position yesterday.
It could have turned out bad for me.
Really bad.
I am never gonna go through that again.
(Door opening)
(Punches landing, dish shattering)
(Guy): No! No!
(Alarm beeping)
(Alarm continues)
(Groaning)
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
(Alarm continues)
Shut up!
"Tax Evader Davey Gunn Slams Female Owner."
I am dead!
(Players chatting, indistinct)
How's the knee?
Just a tweak.
Nice goal!
Dad, what happened? Are you OK?
Oh, this? No, it's nothing.
Good game!
Come, I'll drive you.
Maybe we can go for breakfast?
Do you have time?
Yes. Thank you.
- That was really good. - Thanks, Dad.
Hey, if you're too busy,
I'm happy to check in with Junior.
Please. Let me know how his brother is doing.
And I'll call Alex, see that he arrived in Utah OK.
Thank you. I'm sorry. I... I have to get home.
It's no problem.
Good work, Christy.
You were instrumental in our win.
(Players talking, indistinct)
Hey! Yeah. We're on our way.
See you soon!
(Horn honking)
Thanks!
What is he doing here?
(Kevin): Yo, you got a minute?
We gotta get going. Celebration brunch.
Wow, that sounds like fun!
- It is. - Noley's gonna have to be late.
Your dad needs to see you.
I can't.
He said it's important.
Not gonna try to guess why,
but maybe you don't want to talk about it here.
I'm sorry.
This is bullshit!
I'm sick of this! Whatever is going on...
Forget it.
I'm done.
(Laughing)
Shit!
(♪ Figures by Jessie Reyez ♪)
♪
Renata!
♪
Yoli! Papi ha vuelto!
♪
Renata?
♪
(Woman talking, indistinct)
(Grace grunting)
Mom, you didn't go?
10 more, and then I can talk. OK.
- OK, go, go. - OK.
That's wrist first,
and then one, two, three, four...
Perfect!
I told you he was dangerous.
Next time, you take my advice, OK?
We'll talk later.
(Woman talking on PA, indistinct)
Why is he here?
It doesn't concern you anymore.
- Junior... - This has to stop!
I put myself on the line for you.
Your win in Boston took care of a chunk.
My win?
I make good on your London game,
we're both out, free and clear.
What the hell are you doing to me?
You can't win against London.
I need your help to make sure of that.
I want no part of you, ever again!
You gotta help me, boy.
Yo, I ain't paying for your potato army!
(Men shouting in video)
(Gunshot, dog barking)
Go! Go! Go, come on! Come on!
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