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We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.
[beeping]
[sighs]
I don't know why you come if you never stay.
[grunts]
But you don't want to come with me.
Gerardo!
You drove like this?
No, my friend drove me.
It's 5 in the morning!
Yeah. I was at the...
It's Monday, Gerardo! Why the fuck would you go out on a Monday?
- What did you drink? - Christ! Take it easy!
I just had some fun with my friends.
Were there girls, at least?
You and your shit...
Listen, motherfucker!
I didn't get you a car so you can drive around drunk.
Let me go...
- What the fuck? - When you're able to show me
that you're mature enough to drive, I'll give it back.
Why don't you just stay in Morelia?
[man 1 on radio] On the last day of the regular schedule,
Felix and Goyo, with a Second Division team,
gave a lecture about team administration.
They qualified in first place, advancing to the semifinals
in the 83rd play-offs celebration.
[man 2 on radio] Julito Cervera is on the field.
He's the new striker for the Carneros,
seen as the best goalie in the play-offs.
[thunder crashing]
[man 1] On the other hand, we have some Cuervos
who, with the 11 main players of the First Division,
have yet to see if they'll reach the fifth or sixth place.
[man 2] This makes us wonder, as we originally did,
what's more important? The leadership? Or the team?
[Goyo blows whistle]
Where is Julito?
I don't know.
[tires squeal]
[upbeat folk music playing on radio]
- Thank you very much. See you. - Thank you, son.
Good morning, chief.
- Good morning, coach. - [Goyo] Good morning.
[Julito] Whew.
- Hurry up, Julito! - [Julito] Coming!
- [whistle blows] - [theme music playing]
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[whistle blows]
[crowd cheering]
[man 1] Goal!
Tony scores a goal!
And with this goal
they're in the playoffs, ladies and gentlemen!
[man 2] Nuevo Toledo dreams with First Division,
and these Cuervos are about to do it.
Gentlemen. Gentlemen.
The game's ball...
is for Tony!
Awesome, kid! Amazing goal!
[Rafael] Pay attention.
And we're ready to kick ass in the play-offs. Yeah!
[players chattering]
[clapping]
- What are we celebrating? - [player] The victory.
[Isabel] Ah.
Would you look at that?
What place did we finish in, Cuau?
Fifth.
Wow. I mean, not first, not second, not third.
- Not fourth! Not even fifth. - No. Yeah.
Yeah, fifth it is.
You, a top team, are celebrating because you beat the Atlante
and scored fifth place?
- Are you serious? - Isabel, if you will.
We won the last four games with over two goals, as you asked us.
The play-offs are something entirely new, so, I suggest that we start fresh
and... keep on going.
[players murmuring]
You're right.
You're right. You're right.
Why would I complain, right? Fifth place. Wow!
Besides, we have what we wanted.
This team finally has focus.
And we need you focused.
So, for the remainder of the play-offs, all of you will sleep on the field!
- What the...? - [Isabel] Do not cry!
Don't give me that shit! Quiet!
Quiet! Why do you cry?
It's just a month! Don't give me shit!
[players muttering]
Do you go out to celebrate because a woman gave you her number?
No, right?
No. No! You celebrate after fucking the woman, isn't it true?
- Right? - Yes.
There you go! So, we won't be celebrating here
until we fuck the Carneros and we win the championship.
Do you understand?
- Good game. - [player] Thank you.
- Thanks. - [Rafael] Just a few days.
[man] On the air in three, two...
Good evening, and welcome to a new edition of Nacion Futbol.
Tonight we have with us
Diego Armando Romani, the Potro. Welcome, Potro.
- Welcome, Crack. - Thanks for inviting me.
I didn't come before, because I'm not good at interviews,
but since I'll be paid...
We don't pay for interviews.
Well, Fatty there phoned me, said I'd get paid.
That's why I came.
- Let's talk about soccer. - Yes, let's talk about soccer.
We want to know how the Cuervos are doing.
The Carneros finished first,
went straight to semifinals, and...
We believed that was for the Cuervos.
I think you misunderstood, Pancho. [chuckles]
Well... they don't even have their place guaranteed
in the big celebration.
How's the mood there? Are they nervous?
[laughs] Little bitches get nervous, Samuel.
What's he saying? [laughs]
Uh...
Let's keep talking soccer.
You trained with Goyo and Félix.
Now they're with the Carneros.
Don't you think it's strange
that your potential rivals know you that well?
You're right, Samuel. But we have to defeat Zacatepec first.
- Well, yeah, but... - Yes. Yes.
But assuming you defeat Zacatepec,
what would it mean to you to face the Carneros?
We have to face the Carneros, Pancho?
Dude, listen to me.
If we go to overtime,
will I get paid a little more?
No. And I repeat, we don't pay at Nacion Futbol.
We won't go over the time either, don't worry.
[man] Let's go to a cut!
Had I known we were gonna find the Iglesiases again at First A,
I'd do it for free.
You're pretty much doing it for free.
[Goyo chuckles]
Don't get overconfident. They won the last four games. They played well.
Yeah, with a team I built myself.
Nobody knows their weaknesses like me.
Besides, without Moises, and with Julito on our team, we're ready.
Listen.
Why are you driving that?
Gerardo came home drunk at 5 in the morning.
Ah. So, you're driving it now?
Who's the one grounded? [laughs]
[Félix] That's what I say.
[horn honks]
Do you need a lift?
- Sure. - Get in.
[Julito] Thanks very much.
[Julito sniffs]
Even smells new!
[Félix chuckles]
[Rafael] Congratulations, gentlemen. We're in the play-offs.
Don't get over your heads. This is a life-or-death tournament.
And I'm sure we'll face our darling friends from the Carneros.
Remember, they won 3-0?
They defeated us.
- Before that, we have to defeat Zacatepec. - Chava.
If you want it, lower the phone.
[Rafael] It turns out we have a disadvantage. Do you know what it is?
They fucking know us.
They know exactly how each of us play, how we own the field.
So, I'm gonna ask you to be unexpected.
A new lineup, gentlemen.
But why change the strategy? Why change the strategy?
Isabel, would you allow me to finish?
Afterwards we can answer some questions if you want to.
Ah, yeah. Sorry.
[Rafael] Thank you. [Isabel] Proceed.
We'll defend zero, and counterattack.
In addition,
we'll do some tactical plays.
The Zanetti Move.
The World Cup in '98, Argentina v. England, remember?
Overtime.
Free kick for Argentina.
Batistuta is ready to kick.
Zanetti stands in front of the goalie to block him.
Zanetti...
starts to slowly move behind the barrier,
when the referee blows his whistle.
Batistuta kicks.
Zanetti receives,
kicks straight and scores. [claps]
Okay. So, you're indeed suggesting we put our future
in a fictitious move.
It's not a fictitious move.
They scored.
[Isabel] No. Yes. [Rafael] Argentina defeated England.
[Isabel] But you're aligning weakly to favor that move.
[Rafael] It's not weak...
[Julito] Here is fine.
- [Félix] Here? - Mm-hm.
You can come by anytime.
Thanks.
No. Thank you for the lift.
- Get some rest! - Okay.
And eat healthy!
Always.
[singing upbeat pop song]
♪ It's girls' night out ♪
[Pollo] What the fuck?
Why is it that she doesn't want her family to have anything to do with Valentin?
I still can't understand how Chava's dad could score her.
[Pollo] When you save as much as he had in his savings account,
you'll understand.
Isabel insists her name is not even Mary Luz.
Who the fuck is this woman, dude?
She's the one who fucked you.
As long as she's friends with my sister,
they'll have all the power.
I need you to get some dirt on her.
Or we could torture her.
That way we'll get some info.
Maybe we can just talk to her.
Or...
we can talk to the musical-genius producer behind this hit...
to help us tie up loose ends.
- Sure. Sure. - Sure, dude. Go ahead.
What are you waiting for, you morons?
The thing is...
- we no longer work for you, dude. - This has also affected us.
[Pollo] It's both, dude!
[door opens, then closes]
"To whom it may concern.
I'm sending you...
this gift...
from your...
biggest...
fan.
Mata...
Hari."
Are they teaching Chinese now? Will we have to speak Chinese?
What's the deal, then? That's something else. Isn't it?
Well, I'm late for my reiki session on Skype.
If you'll excuse me.
What?
Rafa.
We can't stop talking to each other every time we disagree on something.
Who's the coach?
You or me?
You, dear.
Doesn't look like it.
You want to be certain.
I didn't like it.
And I don't find out until you're presenting.
If we don't talk, how am I supposed to know your strategy?
The same way you do with me.
Did you let me know when you decided to keep the players?
When you decided to use your inheritance on the team?
No, Chivo. I'm sorry, but it's my money.
Our money!
You make me look like an ass in front of the players.
And you're pushing me away.
Yes, you're right.
The press is calling me the fucking First Lady!
No, no, no, Rafa. Don't listen to them.
- You know the press... - I'm not your employee.
I am your husband.
Well, technically...
You're not paying me!
I'm helping you.
Because that's what spouses do.
Okay. Okay. You're right.
So...
you'll trust me?
Yes.
Will you let me work?
Yes.
I can use my lineup?
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes!
Can we please talk about anything but soccer?
Sure.
Nothing.
Bro. Unless I'm missing something,
you haven't paid taxes for the last three years.
What are you talking about? [chuckles]
I'm Argentinian. I don't have to pay taxes.
- But you have a work permit. - Yes.
Is it current?
I don't know, dude.
Doesn't the team deal with that?
Not always.
Not with all the shit in the board of directors...
Well.
Look, first we'll review all your investments
with my financial advisor.
After that, we have to take care of your work permit.
- Huh. - Good luck.
See you.
[Chava breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[mutters]
[mutters] Shit! Fuck it! Fuck it.
[hip-hop music playing]
Okay.
- Darling. - Hmm?
Wanna go to Vitello's?
No. No. I don't like that place.
Then what do you want? Do we order some delivery?
Okay, but...
- something cheap. - Oh, no! I know!
Let's go to the bar. That place is cool.
The bar is really expensive! No.
What's going on?
Nothing. It's about the new manager that Cuau introduced.
Hmm.
He has me by the balls. Says I'm broke.
It's a lie. I know he's messing with me, but...
I have to listen to him.
Anything in the fridge?
Some eggs.
Olives.
- Some cheese. - I'll cook.
- Really? - Sure, but come.
- I'm coming. I'm coming. Let me kiss this. - Come. Come.
[Potro] Have a light?
[Guillo] Did you get the girl?
No, dude.
- I can't see her. - Why not?
She's Jewish.
Are there Jews in Nuevo Toledo?
Not in Nuevo Toledo, but in Mexico City there are a lot.
- Do you mean...? - Fuck it.
- How are you, guys? - How are you?
- Hello. - Good afternoon.
We're making this video blog, and we're working on an episode
called "One-Hit Wonders."
We wanted to interview you for the show
and ask you... about the person we're talking about.
Thanks, but no, thanks.
It's not quite a video blog,
but a gift for a friend's birthday. It's a surprise
- about interviewing famous people. - [Teddi] Sorry, guys, I'm busy!
Well, perhaps you can suggest someone. A little help, please.
[Teddi] Okay, okay, okay. Who do you want to talk about?
[Pollo] Mary Luz Solari.
Who?
Mary Luz Solari, the busty Colombian who used to sing.
- What the fuck did she used to sing? - Uh...
[both singing upbeat pop song]
- [Pollo] So, you have heard the song. - Yes, I remember. Sexy singer.
She had a boyfriend. Fuck! I remember him.
- A real asshole. His name was... - Moderatto!
[Teddi] Uh, I'm sorry. My apologies. I'm back.
- We'll continue shortly. - What's up?
These dudes are making this birthday video blog
about a nice ass I worked with a few years ago.
- Okay. You have photos, right? - [Pollo] Yeah, sure. Here they are.
- She's cute. - She's my whore. [chuckles]
- Look. [chuckles] - Sweet!
By the way, Moderatto will have a concert in a few weeks.
- Wanna come? - Sure.
[Guillo] Sure. No problem.
But you'll have to bring Mary Luz.
But she has to bring some friends.
- Of course! - No problem.
- We can invite them. Right, Xavi? - Of course. We'll give you a VIP pass.
[in English] "Very important pussy."
[all laughing]
- You know what I'm talking about. - Well... thank you.
- Thank you, boys. Well... - Thanks.
Will you come back again or...?
[Teddi] No, no, no. I'll be right back. Just gonna walk them.
Thank you. Thanks a lot. This way.
This way, please.
- [Guillo] See you, Moderatto. - [Pollo] See you, Moderatto.
Do you want us to give you our e-mails?
- Sure, any... - I'll look you up.
- I'll call you. - Thank you!
- [Teddi] I'll call you if I need you. - [Pollo] Bye!
[Teddi] Sure. See you. Bye.
[band warming up]
Fuck!
[crowd cheering and applauding]
Let's go, Cuervos.
[horn honks]
Did you arrive okay?
And the information I requested?
Good. Which one?
- Tsk. - Ah. Yeah. Fine.
We talked to the producer, but it's not ready yet. I added him
- to the WhatsApp group. - What group?
- What do you mean, Chava? - The Baby-O one.
Fuck it. I muted it. I was getting only Amber Alerts.
If you weren't a bad friend, you'd know
the producer invited us to Moderatto's concert. Backstage.
- You're just fucking with me. - Yup.
Milton.
Have you seen these fuckers stand like this?
They never do it. They're defensive.
They're exactly with the same lines.
[man 1] Everything is ready at Zacatepec
for the Cuervos to face the Cañeros. And it starts!
[Rafael] Good!
[man 1 on radio] The game's stuck in the middle.
The Cuervos aren't attacking as they usually do.
They're protecting the tie.
Those cowards.
Three, five, two. Three, five, two. Like a mirror.
Exactly like a mirror.
[man 2] We see Zacatepec dominating the middle of the field,
and don't let the Cuervos play.
Why don't they play?
[vuvuzela honking]
- I was thinking... - What's up, Cousin?
How's the NGO doing? Still drawing smiles?
- Project Smiles? - Ah.
More or less. Most of our poll came from Iglesias Industries.
Hmm.
Yes. The fire seriously affected the cash flow.
Ah.
That's why I decided to enter the corporation. To help.
Yeah. I've also been keeping an eye on the corporation.
- Mm. - I was talking with...
I talked with... With someone, to send me the reports, and be able to...
- verify them. - Been keeping an eye out, too.
The plot design result for next year worries me.
We should talk later, with the advisors, to go over the numbers.
- Mm-hm. - I think it would be such a shame
that drawing my happiness disappeared.
- Yes! Yes. - Mm. [chuckles]
After all, you have quite the experience in disasters, right?
[man 1] These Cuervos keep on playing, keep on making advances,
but simply the Cañeros don't let them.
We should be fucking kicking ass!
[man 1] We're in minute 70, and not a single goal.
The ball is in the middle of the field.
This is a really boring game that's not favoring either team.
[Rafael] We're pulling back!
[man 1] Ladies and gentlemen, the game ends with a boring 0-0.
[mutters] Fucking shit.
[sighs]
[man 1] It seems as if neither one of them wanted to face the Carneros.
- I would have taken the lead. - No doubt about it.
Exactly.
I agree, actually.
She does know!
[Isabel] Chivo?
[repeating] Chivo, Chivo, Chivo.
A tie.
Listen, Isabel. It's exactly what we wanted.
To defend the zero and try to counterattack.
It's okay. We still have the second game at home.
You better win.
Or we'll lose the first chance to move up.
[Félix] Hi! I'm home.
You're home early!
[Félix] I wanted to return the car to Gerardo.
How is he?
Did he have a chance to think about his bullshit?
- Mm. - What do you think?
I don't know. He's using Uber.
But they qualified in first place.
You're following us.
If I'm not having a relationship with you, I'll have it with your team.
Why don't you come to Morelia? It's a great city.
I won't uproot my kids.
[cell phone chimes]
[Felix] Shit.
- Gina. - Mm?
Who would be sending cock photos to Diana?
It's yours.
Félix.
- I can explain. - No! No, no, no.
No. Save it. Save it.
I've been gone a long time,
and you fucked another fucker.
- No. Seriously, allow me... - Gina!
I drove for two hours to be here with you and my kids.
I'm extremely tired.
I'm extremely tired. I'll sleep here!
- [Gina] But... - I'll give the car back tomorrow
and go back to Morelia.
Félix.
We haven't slept together.
- Please! - [Gina] I swear.
Or you jerked around with him.
Or you jerked each other. Same thing.
We haven't met yet.
We met online.
And we started texting.
Things heated up...
Hold on. I don't get it. You're exchanging photos with a stranger?
For what?
Jeez!
What were you expecting? We barely live together anymore, Félix.
I don't know. A different version of this, I suppose.
- We won't continue talking about it? - Nothing to say.
I have to work. You won't come.
I can't come back. Things are what they are.
Sometimes I think you shouldn't have left the Cuervos.
You're the one who said I looked miserable.
Okay. Do you want us to stay together?
That's the answer we need to get.
[sighs]
[metal clangs]
[moaning]
Cocksucker.
Shit! Fuck!
Shit.
I need your attention, please. We need a plan.
We need a clean right shot. Pass to Potro.
We already studied the Zanetti strategy. We watched the video.
This will be the signal.
Understood?
Ready?
Come on.
Here it comes!
- Let's start! - Play!
Ready? There you go!
Excellent. Very good.
Hey! Hey!
Come on!
[players] Go! Go! Go!
[whistle blows]
[man] Done.
[horn honks]
Need a lift?
- [Julito] Yes! - Get in.
[Julito] Thanks, boss.
[Félix] Where are you heading? [Julito] Home, to rest.
- You're nervous about the play-offs. - Yes. Very.
[Félix chuckles]
Me, too.
I always get nervous.
Last time I won a championship...
we were in Second Division.
With Don Salvador.
We moved to First.
I've moved to play-offs eight times.
But I've never won a championship.
You can have the perfect season,
and a fucking detour crushes all your dreams.
- Yes. - Hmm?
I guess that's right.
Wanna drive?
Careful.
Fuck!
Shit! There it is. Fine. Yes.
It's not the first time I've driven, but I couldn't fucking remember.
[Julito chuckles]
Do you like the car?
Yes.
Well, Julio, it's yours.
What?
You deserve it.
What do you mean, sir?
No. I can't accept it.
Mr. Félix. Shit. Fuck.
Shit.
Mr. Felix!
Don't do this. No, sir...
Mr. Felix!
Thank you!
So...
Yes?
Well...
Thank you. Hmm?
Stronger.
- Thanks. - Stronger.
Well. Bye.
CHANGING ROOM
What's up, team? How are you?
Oh, my! What's with the fucking long faces?
It's like you fuckers saw a ghost.
You're live and have 137 viewers at the moment.
Here's Potro.
Nipple shot.
What's up, dude?
- Are you nervous or what? - Cocksuckers get nervous.
[Chava] That's it.
Hashtag "homophobia."
Who's over here?
Hey, Rogelio, how's life?
- Rodrigo. - Right. Sorry.
Whoa!
You're new, right?
Welcome to the team.
Who's over there? [chuckles]
Dude!
What's up, Rafa?
- What's up? Look at that. - Fine.
- He's good with close-ups. - Come on, dude.
Are you ready, dude? Are you gonna fuck somebody?
Will you finally make a name for yourself in Nuevo Toledo?
Look, Chavita, it's good to be nervous.
And besides...
anything can happen, right?
I love your confidence.
Isabel must be inspired.
Okay, I'll leave you to it. Have a good game.
Kick ass. Don't fuck it up.
Here's a little gift.
TO: ZACATEPEC
[man 1 on TV] Welcome to this important second semifinals game
between the Cuervos
of Nuevo Toledo and the Cañeros of Zacatepec.
Last time they tied 0-0,
so, today's winner will qualify to the next round.
- Isa. - What?
[Chava] In case you get nervous.
- Thanks. - [man 1] It is rare to see
the people of Nuevo Toledo come together like this,
always supporting their team.
Always. No matter what happens with the Cuervos,
people will fill the stadium up to support their team.
[man 2] The game is going kind of slow. The position...
What the fuck are these fuckers doing?
They're just messing around, moving the ball.
Okay. Want an attack?
On its way.
Put Delgado in the middle.
Potro is just to attack Tony, and Rio is to guard...
[crowd cheering]
[man 1] I think the Cuervos team
can give a fight and move on.
[man 2] Hey...
Every single forward intervention
faces quite the defense.
Cuau! Cuau!
The unexpected!
[man 1] Need to be really creative to defeat this imposing
Zacatepec saga.
[man 2] Look how he enters, gives a pass and...
- Goal! - Goal!
- Goal! Goal! Goal!
[man1] And with this goal, ladies and gentlemen, we move to the finals.
Cuervos take the lead in the semifinals
and Nuevo Toledo trembles again!
Cuervos have the upper hand once more
- as they signal halftime. - We're doing great!
We're doing great.
[man 1] Ready to start the second half.
Last 45 minutes!
[referee blows whistle]
Yes!
[man 1] Forty-five minutes from now,
the Cuervos could qualify for the finals,
ready to defeat the Cañeros from Zacatepec.
[man 2] What a game!
- Fuck! Shit! - [man 2] Amazing way to stop it.
Why doesn't he say the game has ended?
They still have like 20 minutes left.
Cuervos, Cuervos!
[all cheering in unison]
[man 1] And let's not forget how tired both teams may be.
They played midweek.
Let's see if the Cuervos can pull this off.
[man 2] See how he advances...
[man 1] And a foul!
Horrible midfielders in the goal area.
- It's Tony, once again. - No!
This season has been hard on him.
He's been getting fouls
and has been kicked by the opposite team.
- [man 2] Pay attention to Potro. - No, Potro!
[man 1] This move could decide the Cuervos' fate.
[man 2] Rafa Reyna, the coach, shouts something at Potro...
[man 1] And he gets cut off.
No!
[man 1] And Cañeros of Zacatepec counterattack.
They go as fast as they can.
Stop him!
[man 1] Two against two.
- Zacatepec scores. - Goal!
- Goal!
[man 1] I can't believe it! I can't believe it!
Right at the hour!
Right at the hour they score this goal!
Zacatepec's goal brings them to a tie.
Since it's the visitors scoring the goal, we'll get eliminated from the play-offs.
[man 2] That goal takes away any hope left,
as they announce the end of the game.
Isa. We have the tournament.
[man 1] Cuervos get eliminated once again.
They'll have to wait for yet another tournament.
[Félix laughs]
We're clear, Goyo.
[man 1] Coach Rafa Reyna's face says it all.
They were onto his strategy. He can't believe it.
[mutters]
Come on, guys, be positive. Let's support the team.
Okay?
Mauricio.
Joaquina. Pedro Antonio!
Come on!
Come back!
Don't be treacherous.
[mutters] Bastards.
And that's how they show support?
[man] Will you have another one?
[mother] You sure look happy.
Is a good day, Mom, that's it.
- Wish me luck. - Wait. Aren't you having breakfast?
I'd love to, but I have a team to recover.
And... an empire to build.
But thanks.
Wow!
[Mary Luz] ♪ That's the difference ♪
[gasps]
♪ Grabbing my... ♪
[cell phone ringing]
My little one.
- Hello? - [Teddi over phone] Hello, gorgeous.
Who's this?
[singing upbeat pop song]
♪ Blue top, blue top ♪
- Teddi? - In the flesh.
Hey.
Hi! How are you?
Doing fine. Can't complain. Did you like your birthday blog?
My birthday is in seven months.
I don't know. Some of your friends asked me to participate
in this video for your birthday, right? Something like that.
But I have your passes for the concert, eh?
What concert?
Moderatto's. You'll go, right?
And what friends?
I have no idea. One was tall and blond, the other one short and dark.
Okay?
[announcer on TV] Turbulence. Stumbling.
Nothing's clear.
[knocking on door]
Did you call me?
Yes. Come in.
Come in, come in. Take a seat.
At least we can talk here, right? It's not like at home.
Yeah. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it.
- Mm-hm. - Uh...
Okay.
I've been thinking a lot about how we handled this season.
Mm-hm.
And to be honest, being defeated got me upset.
Plus, I've been under a lot of pressure with everything.
With the miscarriage, the inheritance.
Plus handling the team together and living together.
I haven't made it easy for us.
Mm-hm.
So, I was thinking...
how would you like to be general manager?
And who will be in charge of the team?
Someone else.
Someone new. A fresh set of eyes.
Okay. But you're offering me your current position.
It's no longer mine.
What?
Are you gonna quit?
No, Chivo, I'll move so you can climb.
I'm still president.
I think it's great.
With all my knowledge on sports law,
the team's accounting...
- You know a lot about soccer. - So, now I know about soccer!
We can send you to the Johan Cruyff Institute
to get your master's.
- [laughs] - I'll prepare you.
I don't see how, eh?
You're yet to pay the players.
You're yet to pay me.
Chivo, listen.
Please don't take it as something personal.
- It isn't personal. - So, it isn't personal.
You're blaming me for not making the play-offs.
That makes it personal!
Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm not blaming you.
- It's my own fault. - Mm-hm?
I greenlit your strategy even if I didn't agree.
You messed up.
And we lost the play-offs.
It's that simple.
Do you know why I didn't say anything?
Because I was afraid
of hurting your feelings.
I'm tired of having to...
figure things out with you, of negotiating with you.
I want someone who'll do as I say.
You know what your problem is?
You're so fucking selfish, you haven't noticed something.
You can't buy loyalty.
You gotta earn it.
And you...
You don't know how to value unconditional loyalty.
[announcer on TV] And he helps his teammate to make the right kick.
And look at the goalkeeper doing a play like Conejo Pérez.
That's doing it really well.
And here he comes, and scores a goal!
And it's a great one too!
It's one for the history books!
Score, score!
[TV turns off]
Fuck it. Electricity is free, after all.
That motherfucker!
Son of a bitch!
Son of a...
Motherfucker!
Son of a bitch!
[music playing]
Subtitle translation by Laura Victoria