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"Whoever said, 'It's not whether you win or lose that counts, ' probably lost."
Where's Jorge?
He called, he's out sick.
I talked to him three hours ago. He didn't sound sick.
Just as you said, my friend,
Isabel Iglesias Reina
is the new President of the Cuervos of Nuevo Toledo.
This is a truly historical moment.
- I have no words. - She can't be worse
than her little brother.
Getting Rafael back as a trainer
is a good move.
But the question is, is that enough?
I don't know, but we all know what'll happen if they lose this match.
The wait is over, ladies and gentlemen.
These 90 minutes of soccer have started.
Ninety minutes that are very important to Cuervos FC,
as they fight to stay
in 1st Division.
- Did it start? - Yes.
Okay, I can take him.
No, don't worry. I can hold him.
The first play is on its way and it's a dangerous one.
It's for Potro!
He gets ready, kicks, and... Goal!
- Goal! - Goal!
Goal!
Potro scored a goal, ladies and gentlemen!
Potro scored a goal, look how he celebrates!
Hold on, Sam. The referee...
What?
...just nullified it.
- An offside offense was called. - What the hell is this?
No! Okay, here.
Son of a bitch!
Hey...
Where's Chava?
I'm sure he's fine.
Yeah...
I'm sure he's fine.
This was a very difficult play.
Referee, go f...!
Let's go to Mexico City, Manny.
What a horrible way to ruin a match
that is so important to the Cuervos...
It definitely affected the match.
The Xolos attack.
They get close to the...
That's a foul. What are we seeing here?
What is the referee doing?
- A red one? - What the hell?
A red card for Gomez,
- seriously? - He's going to score from there.
The Xolos come in for their free kick. He gets ready...
Goal by Bertito!
The Cuervos' goalkeeper couldn't stop it!
Regardless of the shot we just witnessed,
- Potro goes to the referee to... - And he gets a yellow card!
You really want to use the cards today, right?
Yeah, you are!
The Cuervos are a goal behind the Xolos.
We'll see how the second half goes.
Look at that through pass... And it's marked as an offside.
- Again? - Against the goalkeeper.
They can't do this to them!
They're taking all hope away from the Cuervos.
Cuau... What are you doing, Cuau?
Rafa, put me in.
Are you sure?
Go.
Step on it, Manny.
Faster.
Step on it, Manny. Faster.
Look at the people in the stadium. The gallery is...
on fire.
The game is ending.
With each second, we're further away from the 1st Division.
I need to pee.
Go.
I'm sure we can make something happen. Look at that wonderful pass.
- He gets it closer, and he passes it. - He passes him the ball and...
- Foul! - Foul!
- That was an obvious foul!
A penalty for the Cuervos!
It must be a sign from heaven.
"A dive"? The referee called it a dive!
I can't believe it!
Mom!
He's like a bull!
Mom! Help me!
- Mom! - Things get heated both inside,
- and outside the field. - Of course!
The referee doesn't give additional time,
and right at the 90th minute, the match is over.
- This can't be. - Ladies and gentlemen,
we're in 2nd Division.
The Cuervos fell painfully...
Now what?
...to 2nd Division.
We're in 2nd Division.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
It was a penalty.
- It was a penalty. - Yes.
It was a penalty.
It was a penalty!
It was a penalty.
Let's go.
You want us to do what?
To approve a rematch.
- This is crazy... - I know that
the league has never authorized something like this,
but there are precedents.
For example, during the playoffs
of the Women's Under-19 Championship, England vs. Norway...
Fine.
In Belgium, Anderlecht vs. Leuve.
After the ball deflated mid-air and they scored,
they brought it up to the league, and got a rematch.
We took the liberty of analyzing
every foul against us that day, and as you can see,
look at where they happened: right next to the goal line.
Now, look at...
yours.
Where are they? In the middle of the field.
Mid-range, far away from the goal.
Clearly there was ref tampering,
and not only should we have a rematch,
but I propose that you open an investigation.
Do you know how many owners would ask us for a rematch
if we bothered with...
- these little details? - Little details?
He nullified a legitimate goal that wasn't offside.
- Well, those things happen. - He threw out a player for no reason.
Maybe the referee had a reason.
He didn't mark a penalty.
This is part of the beauty of soccer,
- human error. - Right,
but this "human error" takes our brand's net worth down
from 26 million to 6 million.
Look, Isabel...
if you want to get back to 1st Division,
do it like your dad did, by winning.
- My dad didn't get robbed. - But he knew how
to take bad news like a man.
Okay.
I honestly thought I could trust this league
to stand up against injustice,
but clearly I was wrong.
But... Here. I'll just have to find another way.
Isabel.
There's no other way.
We need you to drop this.
Now.
Isabel.
Can I have a minute?
Of course.
There's something... you might find interesting.
- Oh, no. - Va...
Vanessa.
Vanessa, open the door, please.
Vanessa, I need to talk to Chava for a minute, please.
Chava was staying at Salvador's.
I thought he was with you.
Where's my baby?
- So, Maldonado told you that? - Yes.
That the league decided the Cuervos should descend
to 2nd Division because Chivas didn't do well,
but they can't leave the 1st Division?
In this country, you're either Aguilas or Chivas.
TV stations were not going to allow it. It was either us or Chivas.
And Chivas has better ratings.
Actually, the best ratings.
I understand that.
What I don't understand is why Mexivision's owner told you.
Because he thinks Cuervos is a better brand than the stupid
Tarantulas of Matamoros. No one knows about them.
I don't understand.
The Tarantulas won the 2nd Division championship.
They automatically get bumped into first, but they don't have the infrastructure.
So, Maldonado wants for us to buy the Tarantulas,
rename them "Black Cuervos," just to say something,
move them to our city,
hire our players from the new team, and that's it.
I don't understand.
Isabel, this city has two things going for it:
The leather industry,
and our 1st Division team.
We already lost the leather industry. All we have is our 1st Division team.
I am not losing it.
Fix it.
Or I will.
There's Isabel.
- Isabel. - What?
We can't find Chava.
Hugo Sanchez!
Yes, ma'am?
- Where's Chava? - I don't know.
What do you mean?
I've been sending him messages on WhatsApp, e-mails,
everything, but he hasn't replied. Look.
He hasn't even read them. There they are, on my messages,
- but it doesn't show that he read them. - I...
- I don't know what to do. - It goes to voicemail.
But I think he turned it off.
There's plenty of places where there's no signal.
My son disappeared!
- No, come on, let's calm down. - No.
He wasn't kidnapped, he's okay.
Mary Luz, find Manny.
Call everyone in the city, go to all the clubs...
We know someone in the police, right?
- Yes, they... - No, let's call from the car.
- We have to go to the draft. - You only care
- about that stupid team. - No, Vanessa.
Look, your son put us in this mess. I'm getting us out of it.
You need to calm down, because he will be okay.
He will be okay.
Chava will be okay.
Yes, he will be okay.
Mary Luz! Keep me posted on everything.
Sure.
Mr. Chen says he hopes you liked
the facilities and the cars he gave you.
Yes, thank you very much.
Yes, thank you for the car.
But what we really want to know
is how much do we have in the budget to buy players at the draft?
Mr. Chen says there's no limit.
That you're a partner, and he trusts your judgment.
Mr. Domingo... Mr. Chen
says you're an owner...
and you should dress like one.
DRAFT WEEK
We will find some here, Goyo.
- Go ahead, honey. - Okay.
Hey, guys.
Guys, be careful.
Easy.
- We'll check out all of them. - Good luck!
- Thank you, teacher. - Thank you.
- Thank you, teacher.
- Here are the best plays. - Okay.
- We'll do what we can. - Thank you.
- Bye. - It was nice to see you.
He's the sixth person with whom I played
that's almost begging me to hire him.
Throw away those USBs. We didn't come to get a 2nd Division team.
Worry about buying your 1st Division team, and I'll worry about plan B.
Okay. Your ocean-view room is ready.
Thank you.
I hate that my hair's frizzy with humidity.
- I look like Einstein. - Well, we're at the beach.
But if I was Mr. Aguilera, I'd say no to me on principle.
- Hi. - Look at you. Looking good.
It wasn't my idea. Chen's.
You know, I only follow orders.
That doesn't sound like you.
He'd just given me a car. I was mesmerized.
He gave you a car?
He hasn't even paid me.
Okay, let's go upstairs. We have things to do.
- Come on. - Good luck on the draft.
- See you. - Bye.
Let's go party!
- Oh, Isabel. Hey, Raf. - What are you doing here, Potro?
I got an offer from Pumas, as you see.
I still own your contract, Potro.
You can't afford to pay us like before.
Of course I can, we're on 1st.
But we're not in 1st Division.
But we will be. Tomorrow.
Is that a "metasphore"?
No, it's not a "metasphore." You'll see tomorrow.
Honey, why don't you go up? I'll take care of this.
Excuse me.
You're missing out.
Let's go, Rafiki.
Don't get comfortable in that uniform, Potro.
Without glasses, please, champ!
- Of course. - Thank you.
- Thank you so much. - Thank you.
- Bye. - Thanks.
Rafiña.
How's the draft going, guys?
Isabel wants to buy the Tarantulas to stay on 1st Division.
But can I still go to Leon?
I don't know, but I'm going to Pumas.
Well, if they pay enough, you can go. Otherwise, you stay.
- When will we know, Rafa? - In a few days.
Makes no sense that I can't make decisions for my own career.
- Welcome to the reality of this business. - What about me?
You? You sold out to Eliseo, and you did, too.
Don't know if Isabel
- will want you for the team. - Another round?
Can you talk to Eliseo?
I can try, but you got yourself in this mess.
This is bullshit. I need a contract.
What about me, Rafa?
Isabel likes you,
so, even if we descend, we'll pay you,
you're a Cuervo.
You're not buying Tarantulas, right?
- So, what are we going to do? - You're asking "What are we going to do?"
This is all your fault! Idiot!
I'm leaving before I punch you, moron.
Keep it, anyway. No strings attached.
Hi, Tony.
- How are you? - Susanita, are you working here?
No. I came with Goyo.
The heart wants what it wants.
What are you doing here? You forgot about us because you're famous.
No, Susanita. I'm a loser. None of the directors is interested in me.
Talk to Goyo. I bet he would hire you. Besides, he owes you one.
But I'm already on a 2nd Division team. What I want is to stay on 1st.
- Okay, give me that. - Susanita.
Hello, sir, good afternoon. I'm here for my friend over there.
He's a player...
Thank you.
- Very kind, thank you. - Thank you.
- So? - It's true.
- Yeah? - No one is interested.
- Thank you, Susanita. - Oh, Tony.
How about this kid?
The one with rabies?
"Polito" something...
He used to play for Morelia,
but he tore off a dude's ear.
No wonder he looked familiar.
- But look at that. - But he's like a dog with rabies.
In my neighborhood, we kill those, we don't adopt them.
What should we do? Buy a croc?
Wait. I want a parrot.
- Should we buy a parrot? - Let's go.
We're charging five bucks for petting the parrot. No?
Okay.
Look at that, son.
What's wrong?
Hold this for me. Wait for me for a bit.
Yes.
Look at how handsome you are.
Would you like to pet my parrot?
No.
Do you have anything against animals?
No.
I'm here buying food for my dog.
So, you do like animals?
I love them.
Potro, nice to meet you.
Julieta.
- So, are you going to pet my parrot now? - No.
But I can pet you.
Excuse me. How much are these treats?
It took me nine years to move up, and now you want me to sell?
First of all, your stadium is not big enough
for a 1st Division team.
Matamoros barely has enough hotels for the fans.
And you don't have money to invest in the team.
If you don't sell now, you will descend again,
and that's going to cost you.
- Marco. Marco, how are you? - How are you?
- Hi. - So nice to see you.
- Same. This is my girlfriend. - Nice to meet you.
Isabel. Isabel Iglesias.
- How's everything going? - Great.
- Take care. - We have a lot to discuss.
- See you later. - Nice to meet you.
What's your offer?
Eight million dollars.
Your team is worth five.
So, why is Juan Manuel Gaspar offering me ten million?
- What? Juan Manuel of... - Yes, Juan Manuel.
He can't. He owns the Atlante.
- The law doesn't allow it. - He's not buying it under his name.
His brother?
His cousin.
That's bullshit.
We're following all the rules.
Are we done?
No. I have a better offer.
Look.
You need a stadium.
You need a whole damn city.
We need a 1st Division team.
- Under whose name? - Obviously, the Cuervos.
- How would we divide it? - Seventy-30.
- Ten million for 30 percent? - Six million. But...
you get our brand value and now you own part of Cuervos.
Plus six million dollars.
Sixty-five-35.
For my dad!
Screw you!
Screw you! I'm celebrating!
We're in 1st Division.
Gentlemen. Show us what you're good for.
Come on!
Faster!
Let's go!
Good!
Come on!
- They're good. - That's the way it is.
So this time, do as I say.
Mr. Eliseo Canales.
- What the hell are you doing here? - First of all, I wanted to apologize.
And to say that
I will never do anything that you don't like.
Honestly. But, please...
please, don't veto me, please.
Let go of my hand.
I keep my promises, Cuau.
Yes, I know... I know I messed up.
- My instinct told me to support my team... - Stop. I don't want to hear it. Besides,
I already heard that Princess Iglesias found a way to keep the Cuervos in 1st.
Right, the Tarantulas.
That's the sad part in our sport. You betrayed her first,
then you betrayed me, and now you don't have a team.
What do I have to do?
So I don't lose my job this season.
I'm willing to do anything.
Anything.
What you should do is to learn to keep your word.
Okay, so...
We get that...
Shit.
- We have to go party again. - No, I'm good.
- Okay. - He didn't want to hear from me.
He said Isabel already bought the Tarantulas.
- What? - Isabel bought the Tarantulas already.
- Did he say anything about the lineup? - No, nothing.
This shit sucks, man.
I'm going to talk to Eliseo. I'm going to Leon.
You're going with that son of a bitch,
- while we get screwed over? - You only live once.
- Why don't you speak Spanish? - Fine.
Screw you,
you, and you. If you had listened, you wouldn't be going through this.
- You son of a bitch... - Hey, stop.
Potrillo. I didn't make these rules.
This is how the business works.
I'm going to punch you, you moron. Screw you.
So, now you want me to pay more,
just because you can't control Isabel Iglesias?
- Fine, I'll fix it. - You better fix it before the draft ends.
I'm on my way.
- What a bitch. - Your wife or your lover?
No, Iglesias Reina.
- We can't blame her, she has initiative. - Yeah, but now I have to...
You son of a bitch. You told Isabel to make an offer,
didn't you?
If Gaspar wants to buy another team, why not make him pay more?
What a jerk. Go on your own. I have to fix what you did.
For God's sake.
Damn it, leave us alone.
Go see who it is, please.
Come on.
Why me?
What's up?
Chava died.
What?
Chava died.
They found his car at the bottom of a cliff.
- Where? - On the road.
Between Nuevo Toledo and Mexico City.
- No. - We're at Vanessa's
- with a lieutenant, something like that. - This can't be true. Chava.
Oh, no. Your son wasn't in the car, ma'am.
- No. - What?
- What did you say? - There was only one person in the car.
Who?
Juan Miguel Manuel Vazquez Garduño.
- Mr. Manny. - Oh, thank God.
I didn't mean thank God Manny died,
but thank God Chava is alive.
Tell me what the hell is going on.
They just said Chava wasn't in the car,
just Manny. And he died.
So, he could have been kidnapped?
Did anyone contact you?
- No. - Did anyone communicate with you?
- No. - Did anyone call you?
No.
You have to check all security cameras. Ones on the road, the streets, everywhere.
What if he wasn't kidnapped? Didn't they just take his team away?
Who could blame him for wanting to disappear for a while?
If you hear anything, please, let us know.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
- I'll call you when I hear anything. - Yes, please.
They're going to announce it soon.
- Do you want me to come back later? - No, let's tell her already.
- We don't have a choice. - What happened?
You have to see this.
Isabel.
Son of a bitch.
Carlos Villalobos, a successful entrepreneur,
owner of restaurants, real estate.
He's coming back to Mexican soccer. He used to be with us before,
and now he's back, successfully,
as the new owner of the Tarantulas.
Tell us about that.
First of all, I'm excited
- to come back to the league... - I have a question, Mr. Villalobos.
How does it feel to be an idiot who is related to a bigger idiot?
- Lower your voice. - Why would I do that?
- They're assholes. - I know.
- Okay, please. - Mr. Villalobos.
Matamoros is too small
to hold a 1st Division team.
Have you chosen where to settle?
Yes. We're going to Nuevo Toledo.
Apparently the governor
needed a 1st Division team.
We needed a 1st Division stadium.
- A city, basically. - A city?
Of course.
So, this is how they wanted to play it. I'm going to expose
all of this bullshit. Once and for all.
Isabel, think about it.
This isn't the place for it.
How can you be so calm?
Can't you see that they're taking everything from us?
- Calm down. - Okay, I'm fine.
Ahem. Hi, how are you?
Sorry, I didn't want to bother you. Enjoy.
Turns out my boss, Mr. Chava Iglesias,
has disappeared, and...
we're really worried. Is there any chance...
you could announce it,
or whatever you call it, on TV?
Something like that, on your show? So people can call with tips or something.
That would be hard, but...
Why don't you tweet at me, and we'll retweet it?
We can make it a trending topic, if you want.
- Enjoy. You're fine, right? - Sure, yeah.
Okay. Enjoy.
Incoming!
Why did you bite him?
I don't know.
I didn't have anything against him,
but... his ear looked tasty.
It's like a nervous tic. But it's almost under control.
Almost?
Hey, are you still giving it all on every match?
I don't know. No one has given me a chance in a long time.
It's done.
Welcome to the Carneros.
Brother, if the Pumas want me, and I want to go with them, why...?
- I know. - Gaspar bought the Tarantulas.
- What? - What happened with Isabel?
They screwed her over. They wanna take over the stadium and the city.
- So, we're out of 1st Division? - I don't know.
I'm going to Pumas, dude.
Were you aware that the governor
handed over your stadium to the Tarantulas?
Look...
sometimes things move too fast.
Unfortunately, we can't always...
be aware of everything.
But... as you said, it's our stadium.
The Cuervos are going to keep the Black Nest?
Nuevo Toledo doesn't exist without the Cuervos of Nuevo Toledo.
So, Isabel Iglesias,
your team is officially going to stay in 2nd Division.
What are your plans?
It's interesting, because...
this sport is made of sharks,
and if you want to survive,
you have to choose between being a shark...
or a dolphin.
I think we will earn our spot back
on 1st Division, as we should.
On the field.
With the same players... with whom we went down to 2nd Division.
Could you please repeat that for...?
So... you will retain all your players while on the 2nd Division?
Yes, we're going to keep our roster
of 1st Division players, and we're going to earn back our spot.
But how could you manage a 1st Division team
with a 2nd Division budget? With TV stations
and sponsors paying less. Cheaper tickets.
How are you going to afford it?
That's a great question.
I think these two weeks have been very interesting...
I think they were dizzying, even...
I could even say that...
That...
- Isabel? - I think that...
The experience...
Like a...
Honey, honey.
This is a very bloody movie.
Yes, but it's a cute little pig.
I hope he gets a prize for being the best.
XH, at the service of the community,
reports that Salvador Iglesias Junior, famous former owner of the Cuervos,
has been reported missing.
The last time he was seen, he was wearing a striped Cuervos shirt,
with a leather jacket and jeans.
- He might be under the influence of... - No way!
No way!
- We're going live... - Damn it.
...with a report from the Iglesias' residence.
We don't know if he's hurt,
or if he's lost somewhere,
between Nuevo Toledo and Mexico City.
No one has contacted us asking for ransom.
We're desperate, we haven't heard from him. So...
If someone has heard anything,
or if you've seen him, please, help us find Chava.
How do you feel?
I'm very worried.
His sister is worried.
All his family is worried. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
They can keep worrying.
Pregnant?
I want a second opinion.
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