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It all changed in Libertad

when they offered $10 million for Romeo Acosta.

That's when the problems started.

PRESIDENT

5 MISSED CALLS CÉSAR

Hello?

Yes, hold on.

Son.

Son!

Your brother says you won't answer his calls. Here.

Hello?

Okay. I'll be right over. Bye.

Hello, how's it going?

-Polaco! -What's up, Polaco?

-Hello. -Polaco.

-César! -What's up, Polaco? All good?

They offered $10 million for Romeo Acosta.

-Are they trading him? -I'll tell you later.

-What does Uncle say? -I'll tell you later, Polaco.

Polaco, I can't believe it.

Any news?

No. But if they trade him, forget about the promotion.

They're crazy. We've never been so close to a promotion.

I'm freaking out.

Hey.

-Chila. -What's up, Luna? All good?

Boys.

What's up?

The situation here...

For 15 years, Uncle's been the boss

of the Libertad del Puerto Athletic Club gang.

Come on!

From the center of the popular stand,

he ran one of the most profitable businesses in the city.

If you wanted to put up a food stand, you had to talk to the gang.

If you wanted to park your car...

Chetto! The gray one on the corner didn't pay.

You had to talk to the gang.

Hats!

Flags, t-shirts, tickets...

You have dope to sell?

You want to pick pockets?

Talk to the gang, you cheeky bastard.

If you wanted to play safely in the club, you also had to talk to the gang.

But talking to the gang...

...meant talking to Uncle.

And the best part,

if you wanted to be chairman of the Libertad del Puerto Athletic Club...

Vote wisely, don't be dumb.

...you also had to talk to the gang.

Heredia after his victory.

Uncle had set up a business for everyone.

I'd like to thank the members who supported me.

That's why he controlled the affairs in the club.

Go, Liber, go!

But that wasn't all.

Uncle's business offered all kinds of services.

Put Colombo in!

Put Colombo in You motherfucker

If you were a manager and wanted to promote your player...

Colombo!

...the gang would sing his name.

Colombo!

If you were a politician and you needed help,

Uncle gave you the people.

...we're happy to announce...

Graffiti, protests, street closures, threats.

Whatever kind of turmoil

you want.

Uncle provided the people and the gang took their share.

Stability,

balance,

harmony.

It was a perfect circle, a well-oiled machine.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

Romeo Acosta takes the ball.

He's entering the penalty area, he's going to kick it!

Politicians, police,

leaders, players,

everyone was happy.

And Uncle was the only guarantor of peace.

But that day, they were deciding

the most important trade in the history of the club.

And for some reason, Uncle was not aware of it.

We can't trade him in the middle of the championship.

How can we trade him now? Are we crazy?

I'm the one they call about the salary.

Now then! Silence, please!

Order, please!

We must vote.

We all agree the offer is very good.

We can't let it pass us by.

We agree. It could be a historic trade.

We can't just think about today. We have to think about the future.

This boy will go to France, and he'll be a success, won't he?

He'll go on to Italy or Spain and we get paid again.

Fasio's right. We can't let this pass us by.

Good morning, people.

Keep talking, we just came to listen.

Okay, let's go on.

I insist that promotion's our priority.

If he's worth $10 million now, he'll be worth $15 million in the first division.

And the club's income will increase if we move up.

We're very close.

That is what would be historic, not trading him, Heredia.

Are you saying we won't move up without him?

-Have you seen our team? -We're in the middle of the division.

Without him, there's no way we'll move up.

What if we keep him and still aren't promoted?

The offer is good. It is urgent. We must take it!

The classic's this Saturday.

How can we say El Pibe won't play?

What do you mean he isn't playing?

I think everything has been said. Let's proceed to vote.

Then we can talk about terms, timing, all those things.

Raise your hand if you want to trade him.

Whoever raises their hand, I'll shoot off their fingers.

This is a historic trade.

You can't come here and ruin it.

Don't you think 20 grand for the guys is a lot?

Last week, I bought a cell phone. It has a bunch of stupid stuff on it.

You can listen to music, it measures your heart rate,

you can watch soccer games... But I don't use any of that.

I'm interested in it because it has a calculator.

When the $10 million offer for El Pibe came,

I looked at my phone and said,

"Perhaps this is a good opportunity to start using the calculator."

Ten million, 2%,

is $200,000, Heredia.

I never told you I'd pay you 2%.

I've always taken 2%.

Every sale is different. Are you asking for a fixed amount?

Are you with the revenue service?

I would've preferred the offer to come after the classic.

-So, $20,000 for the gang isn't enough? -I decide how much is enough.

Neither you nor your people will tell me how much I get.

Or do you think I'm a moron, Heredia?

Do you think I don't know you gave a share of the transfer to the mayor?

There are a lot of rumors and the elections are coming up.

You're crossing the line.

You are crossing the line.

If you want to give the mayor money, give him yours, not mine.

If you want to trade El Pibe now, give us the $200,000,

otherwise, he's staying and playing on Saturday.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom! Mom, look at me!

Mom!

What is this, dude?

Poor car, dude.

Why don't you junk it?

We took it to the garage, Huevo.

-Where'd you take it? -To my cousin's.

What's the matter?

Your cousin isn't a mechanic.

He has tools, he has skills, but he isn't a mechanic.

That car should be born again.

You're wasting your time.

Did you go to city hall?

Buy us a beer, César, you have money now.

Give mom the diapers. Don't fool around. Be ready.

Uncle may call anytime and maybe we'll have work tomorrow.

Have one more and go to sleep.

Come.

-Wait, someone's here. -It's okay. It's my brother.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-No, wait. He's looking at me. -It's nothing, he's asleep.

No, he isn't asleep, he's looking at me.

I can't do it. That thing makes me nervous.

-What did you say? -Nothing. It's a saying.

-Did you call him a "thing"? -Come on.

No. Are you crazy? That's it. Get out.

We're done.

Get the fuck out of here, we're done.

You could have closed your eyes, right, dude?

Are you texting me?

-Stop. -Come on.

No, you do what you want. You come whenever you want.

It's not like that, especially if he's home.

-Rocco, come. -She's so bossy with us, Rocco.

My dog is more obedient.

-Is that so? -Yes.

-I missed you. -Yes, I can imagine.

I have to go. Bye.

Come on, dude!

Next time listen to me and we'll do it right. Bye.

Let's go. Let's go, Rocco.

El Pibe reminds me of you.

Really? I was going to say he's like you.

How so?

He never passes the ball.

I did what the coach told me to.

I won the matches.

If you do well, you're on the front page.

-Manucho, can I get a picture? -Yes.

-I have all your jerseys, you know? -Really?

Bye, thank you.

He's really something.

-Who? -Lasansky.

He's the best among the young managers.

He has connections. He speaks English, which is important.

So many clowns out there!

-Manucho. -Yesterday's meeting was emotional.

What did you expect? Heredia doesn't care about anything.

Some things aren't what they used to be, and others will have to change.

Heredia's lost his touch. You can see his moves coming a mile away.

He doesn't think of the people anymore.

We need to change the energy here, get some new blood,

people with good short passes, like yours.

Hey.

How's it going?

I see you guys are calm.

You know what's at stake Saturday.

We must win no matter what.

You come to this locker room with me or you don't come at all.

Boys, how are you doing?

-Do you need anything? -No, we're fine. We're focused.

On Saturday we're playing against fucking Viera.

I won't explain what a classic is, how significant it is.

Saturday is the most important day of your lives.

There are no births or marriages on Saturday, nothing.

You must give your life for the match.

Classics aren't played, they're won, whatever it takes, is that clear?

We'll be there supporting you.

Is that clear?

The ball shall always go to El Pibe.

-What's up? -Nothing, Cholo. I came to greet the boys.

Everything is fine here. Relax.

I'm happy to hear it.

Romeo El Pibe should do well this Saturday.

Come on, Uncle.

You know that if I have the player, Romeo is a starter,

but some things are beyond me.

As much as I protest, I can't do anything.

You and I will do what we have to do.

I want him to play Saturday. You think I'm an idiot?

El Pibe has to play Saturday.

Bye, boys. Go Libertad, dammit!

Go!

Go, dammit!

We'll win on Saturday, whatever it takes.

...a lack of respect...

-A lack of respect... -But no!

-Hey. -Well, friend?

You must be happy. It's a lot of money.

I'm in trouble with the gang.

EL PIBE PLAYS

-What do they want? -They want $200,000.

The gang didn't get their share?

Yes, but they want more, and El Pibe in the classic.

They go into the locker rooms,

practice...

They're pressuring the board of directors.

Way to go, sweetie.

Go, Cami!

You're good!

They know you're involved in the deal.

Look, you deal with the club's internal affairs.

It's your problem. I have nothing to do with it.

I just ask for some discretion. Don't get me in trouble.

I don't know, give them some of your money, negotiate. Sort it out.

The player will definitely be traded.

And my share won't be touched. Is that clear?

-Yes. -Okay.

How did you find out?

She was desperate when she called.

Do you know if her mother's boyfriend was violent to Ximena?

Not that I know of.

But I know her mother has always had problematic relationships.

Plus, Ximena used to leave the house.

And when she got to school, she would tell me everything.

Did you talk about that with her mom?

I tried, but Ximena asked me not to.

Does she socialize at school?

Not much. She has some friends, but not many.

She gets along with you.

Yes, but it's not the same. I'm her tutor.

It took time to gain her trust.

Ximena. Ximi.

Hey. Your mom is in the hospital, okay?

She has to stay there a few days for a checkup.

Don't worry. We're all here to help you.

Is there any other relative we can call?

-What's up, Uncle? -What's up, kid?

It's just a mole...

Traverso, Pedernera, who is turning 25 today...

It's the Chilean league, Enzo. It's shit, but there's nothing else.

Son! Finish setting the table.

She's talking to you.

Stop it, fool. There's hot oil in here.

I'll set the table now.

-Hello! -Hey!

Hey!

Hello! Granny is happy now.

I missed you so much!

Yes, my love.

The kids are here!

The kids are here!

Eat because your mom will starve you.

Hello.

-I cashed the check. -Thank you.

Did Polaco bring the diapers?

He had forgotten to give them to me. I found them in the bedroom.

Long ball by Muñoz.

Do you want to look great for the pictures?

Listen, can you do me a favor?

While I make dinner for Enzo, could you check the bathroom?

What happened?

Polaco!

-Polaco! -What?

You can't clog the toilet like this.

Why me? Am I the only one who shits here?

If it isn't shit, it's condoms, you put something in.

Hurry, your mom gets angry if the food gets cold.

-Gross. Couldn't you do it later? -Leave, Elena. I'll be right out.

I wanted to wash my hands.

Wash them with soap in the kitchen.

Go to a doctor, Polaco. You aren't eating well.

You too, Uncle? Are you kidding me? You guys shit here too.

No! Look at this!

Look at that floater.

I'm not blaming you. It runs in the family.

Your father took shits as rotten as yours. And we had one bathroom.

When your grandpa came home he went mad. It stunk!

You should be here and I should be eating.

Fine. Let me handle it, I'll do the mummy arm.

What's the mummy arm?

See?

Get the fuck out.

Heredia has to make a stand.

He should say, "I'll trade him, but you'll get him when the championship's over.

"Not now with eight games to go."

Are you kidding me? That's crazy.

Heredia has never seen so much money.

-He's dazzled. -It's a lot of money, Oveja.

If he succeeds, he'll go down in history.

The promotion would also be historic.

Money over promotion.

Then let him increase our cut and trade him.

What do you mean ours? Uncle will keep it.

What did you say?

You should know your place. You can learn something from your dog.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Shouldn't we take it? It's a lot of money.

It's a lot but it's not as much as it should be.

No way.

Heredia has to let El Pibe play on Saturday.

Because if he doesn't play, I'll set the club on fire.

And I mean it.

And I'll uncover all of his shenanigans with the mayor.

He'll call on Monday.

He'll give up part of his money, we'll settle and everybody's happy.

El Pibe will go to France, get filthy rich, marry a model,

and we'll never see him in the club again, that's how it is.

Heredia will go into politics and we'll never see him in the club again.

The coach will get a better offer, he'll go to Hell,

and we'll never see him in the club again.

Nobody will give a shit about the club.

The only ones there through thick and thin,

the ones who weather the storm, are us, boys.

Because we are the club.

The club doesn't belong to the directors, nor the players, nor the coaches.

The club belongs to the people.

Get it through your heads.

The club belongs to the people because they are someone here.

This isn't about 20 grand or 200 grand or 500 grand.

This is about being respected, because respect isn't negotiated.

If they don't respect you, they fuck you over.

And they fuck you over. They fuck you over a thousand times.

That's why I didn't accept the 20 grand, because they were disrespecting us.

And no one fucks us over, because this is us.

Let's go! Sing!

Today 25,000 souls are supporting the harbor's team.

-Up to where? -There.

I don't have a gun!

Very colorful.

An extraordinary setting for the big match coming up.

I want to give you Something from my heart

I'll follow you everywhere

I want to see you as champion

I want to give you some of my heart

An extraordinary day on a sunny, magnificent afternoon.

Julián, welcome. How's it going?

Hello, Gabriel. A pleasure seeing you again at a match.

They received a hard-to-decline offer from a French club.

They asked that he not play, so we don't know if he will.

We won't say it again

DIRECTORS, THE CLUB BELONGS TO THE PEOPLE

If you don't put El Pibe in

There'll be hell of a mess

Hey, directors

We won't say it again

If you don't put El Pibe in,

There'll be hell of a mess

Pibe!

Pibe!

Let's go!

I'll follow you wherever you go

Each day I love you more

Go, Liber, go! Let's win

Go, Liber, go! Let's win

I'll follow you wherever you go

Each day I love you more

Uncle was right once again.

It's as if the guy predicted the future

and controlled everything.

He told you when to engage first gear and when to engage fifth.

And we all followed him.

It was always like that.

I'll follow you wherever you go

But that afternoon, he seemed to have forgotten a key thing...

Ball back to number eight.

...which is, in soccer, anything can happen.

Romeo makes an individual play!

Come on!

Here comes the ball, again for number nine.

Penalty!

Penalty.

I'm afraid this match is getting violent.

Red card. Viera is left with 10.

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

-Bring a stretcher! -Get a doctor!

Doctor!

They may lose an important player.

Acosta is writhing in pain.

A very violent foul against Libertad's number nine.

He's on the ground, he can't get up.

Dear God, Acosta's injury is bad. I ask production to cut transmission.

-Fasio. -Luna.

El Pibe will never play again.

You don't come back from an injury like that.

And if you do, you're broken...

Polaco, gather the boys

and tomorrow go to the car wash before the club. See you.

Call all the guys.

Tomorrow we'll meet here early before the club.

We're ready.

-And Chetto? -He'll go right to the club.

You, stay here.

Let's go!

Let's go!

-What's going on? -I don't know.

Luna isn't answering.

What's up? What are you looking at?

Now!

Let's go!

I'll kill you!

Bring it on!

Uncle!

Uncle!

César.

-Where is he? -I don't know.

Uncle!

Hold him!

No!

Let's go!

Go, go!

-Go, dude! -Go!

-Go! -Let's go!

Go!

Let's go!

Polaco!

You stay here.

Adrián Urrutia?

That's me.

You've been served.

-What is it? -A subpoena from a juvenile court.

You must appear before a judge within 24 hours. Sign here, please.

Good night.

What happened?

Ximena showed up.

CLUB HOOLIGANS