All language subtitles for Agent s01e03 Fergie Time

[Blaze] Previously on Agent...

-You left these behind.
-Of course, my house keys.

Number one,
you will keep Lesego as a client.

[Lesego] Just making sure you're
picking up Nina. She lands in ten.

Do not let her come
to the team hotel, yeah?

I've got three deals in the mix
on deadline day

and I'm out here babysitting
your fucking girlfriend.

How long have the two of you
been alone in this room?

Number two,
you will keep Vuyo as a client.

Then I'm gonna keep Vuyo,
but, Blaze, just sort out his love life.

And number three, you will close
the fucking deal with Herve.

-[Blaze] I will close him.
-Jean Pierre Yasbeck.

[Jean Pierre in French]
I'm the biggest agent in town.

[bell dings]

-[in English] Key to room 433.
-What's in 433?

It's kind of like hide-and-seek.

[The Spencer Davis Group's
"Keep On Running" plays]

♪ Keep on running ♪

♪ Keep on hiding ♪

[no audible dialogue]

♪ One fine day, I'm gonna be the one ♪

♪ To make you understand ♪

♪ Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your man ♪

♪ Keep on running ♪

♪ Running from my arms ♪

♪ One fine day, I'm gonna be the one
To make you understand ♪

♪ Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your man ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Everyone is talking about me ♪

♪ It makes me feel so bad ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Everyone is laughing at me ♪

♪ It makes me feel so sad ♪

♪ So keep on running ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Keep on running... ♪

I thought you'd be one of those guys who
doesn't know his left foot from his right.

[Blaze and Natalie laugh]

And I thought you'd be one of those girls
that don't know the song or the period,

not to mention the moves that go with it.

[chuckles] What's your name?

Blaze.

What kind of a name is that?

It's an adopted one.

Hmm. Well, what's your real name?

Slindile.

I prefer it.

[Blaze] And you are... Nadia?

[laughs] No, but close.
Keep trying, though. Listen...

-Slindile.
-Slindile.

-[Blaze laughs]
-I don't really do relationships.

Angela, if I was in a relationship,
I wouldn't know what to do with myself.

You know, boyfriends
will just let you down and...

Oh, plus, there's my really
overprotective older brother.

And he never approves
of anyone anyway, so...

-Which is why I don't have a boyfriend.
-[laughs]

And which is why, Naomi,
your brothers have nothing to worry about.

It's like you're there...

but you're a thousand miles away
at the same time. [laughs]

[Donna Summer's "Bad Girls" playing]

Let's just go wherever the night takes us.

I'm already on that train.

And we should keep drinking.
We should-- [laughs]

-[Blaze] Yes!
-We should...

We should definitely keep drinking.

-[Blaze] Charlize!
-[both laugh]

♪ Do you wanna get down? ♪

What's my name?

♪ Now, don't you ask yourself ♪

Natalie.

♪ Who they are? ♪

♪ Like everybody else ♪

♪ They wanna be a star ♪

What?

I didn't say anything.

Yeah, but you got that look on your face
most guys get when I tell them.

It's either they're thinking,
"Have I committed any crimes lately?"

Or, "Can I get to fuck her
in her uniform?"

So which is it?

Both.

Well, forget the uniform.

I'm a detective.

Not now, but usually.

What does that mean?

[Natalie exhales]

What?

I took a life... the wrong one.

[sighs] A hostage situation that turned
into a major Charlie Foxtrot,

and that's why I'm currently on suspension
and bringing strange men home.

-Are you serious?
-Do I look like I'm joking?

No, it's just...

I get it, it's okay. You don't know me.

I just-- I just wanted to tell you.
I just wanted to tell someone, I guess.

You said you were thinking both
when I told you that I was a cop.

What crime have you committed lately?

[Blaze] So you called him?

-What?
-If you wanted him to leave you alone,

why the fuck would you call him?

I don't know.
You acted like you didn't care earlier.

So did you.

I didn't.

But then I did.

I don't know,
maybe I just wanted to get back at you.

So now that you're sober,
is he still funny?

I mean he must be,
you're-- you're still here, right?

A version of me is here.

You know what I'm dealing with.

You know that I'm using
every single excuse

not to be alone in a room,
thinking too much.

It was a mistake.

Okay? A stupid mistake.

Seem to be making a lot of those lately.

So did you two...

No. No.

Not even close?

Not even close.

Good. [clears throat]

Good.

Keep it that way.

At least...

until I take you out for coffee or supper.

Relax.

Maybe you'll remember me this time.

I never forgot your name.

[radio: upbeat funk]

[cell phone rings]

-[lowers radio volume]
-[phone beeps]

Chris, it has to be quick.
I'm rushing to Zoe.

I am the most important call you are ever
going to receive, motherfucker.

So, what's the story, bruv?

-What do you mean?
-[Christopher laughs]

Godi said the same thing, the same way,
when I buzzed her.

I thought you were in a conference call
with London?

I was. I excused myself.

I'm not calling to find out which one
of you burnt the carpet. What happened?

[stammers] It's my fault, okay?
I'm handling it. I'm handling it.

-J.P. took Herve.
-Took?

He played Godi. He told her that you were
looking for her and she went upstairs.

By the time she got back,
the kid was already gone.

Jesus H Christ, Blaze.

I know, I know, I know.

Look, Godi's a sweetheart, okay?
She respects you far too much.

She heard your name and she came running.

I'm touched.
How do we fix this cluster fuck?

You've got nine hours, son,
then it's all up for grabs.

Five minutes is a lifetime in football.
What's nine hours?

Don't embarrass me.

I don't want to have to send you in line
to pick up UIF checks,

or worse, let Zoe get her claws into you.

Can you just relax, okay? Relax.

And there's something else.

When isn't there? What is it?

It's Les.
He's really out of control this time.

He had me babysit Nina just so he could
get busy with a girl that I was with.

We discussed this.

That was before I knew
that I was with this girl.

Who cares, unless you caught feelings?

It's about the principle, okay?

That's the problem.
This cannot be my norm.

I need to drop him from the roster.

[laughs]

Your one-man roster?

I'm serious, okay?

All that talk earlier, all that bullshit
about there being no line.

There is a line, and Les has crossed it
far too many times.

You are six years and one night
gone wrong too late, you...

You, me, and that wanker
are married for life.

Let's have a sit down later tonight, okay?
Just the three of us.

When all is said and done,
we need to talk.

Whatever.

Prick!

-[phone beeps]
-Jade?

-Did you hear about your golden boy?
-Talk to me.

Jean Pierre's been pimping him
to a few legends and execs in Soccer City.

Are you sure?

Don't hurt my feelings.
I heard from a contact.

He introduced Herve to some football VIPs.

Herve's hat size must have doubled
in no time.

Uh-huh. Apparently, Jean Pierre
was playing Mr. Congeniality.

J.P. might be a sleazeball,

but he's a master
when it comes to seduction, okay?

-All right.
-[beeps off]

[funk music continues]

What are you doing now?

[Mila] Shh...

I'm working on both your aura
and your chakras.

Hmm. Chakras.

Like we did earlier.

First I started with your crown chakra.

Then your third eye.

Then your heart.

Then into your solar plexus.

Then down into your root chakra...

just above your hips.

You know if it doesn't work,
the deal is off.

Victor, please.

Victor.

Healing isn't just physical.

It's mental.

It's emotional, spiritual,
and metaphysical, too.

So please, focus.

-Yeah, I'm focusing, I'm focusing.
-Good.

Now focus on oneness,

connecting with the universe,
connecting with your body.

Your hands feel warm.

I'm not actually touching you.

I'm transferring energy
through myself into you.

If people were to understand
their bodies a bit better,

they wouldn't be so reliant
on pharmaceuticals.

[grunts] Trust me, I've tried
every single one of those pharmaceuticals.

[Mila] Okay.

Let's be quiet now.

[exhales]

We're done.

[Victor] Hmm?

I've sealed the healing. We're done.

That's it?

[grunting]

What the fuck have you done?

It's perfect.

[laughs] I can't believe it.

Ha! You've cured me.

[laughs] Whoo!

-Slow down.
-It's like it's never been there before.

I used to think all this stuff
was just absolute bullshit, but hey.

-Huh? Huh?
-[both laugh]

Whoa, slow down.

I don't know how
I'm ever going to thank you.

Well, you can start
by picking up that phone

and making that call.

So, maybe avoid the somersaults,
just a little bit.

Nadia. Yeah, put me through
to the Baresi brothers.

[phone line ringing]

[cell phone rings]

-[beeps]
-Zoe, I'm there.

If you were here, we wouldn't be talking
on the phone, Blaze.

You're 47 minutes late.

Traffic.

[scoffs] Original. You've got ten minutes
and then we're moving on without you.

[Blaze]
Jennifer Lawrence or is it Emma Stone?

[Mila] Don't.

But you do know you could murder
both of them on screen, right?

Whatever.

So how'd it go? Any luck?

-I did it.
-And?

And it worked. Are you happy now?

You do know I love you, right?

Yeah, yeah, can we please speak
about my career now?

Yes, we can, just not right now,
babycakes. I'm late for my next meeting.

-And you love me?
-I do.

-We'll see.
-Look, a promise is a promise, okay?

Babycakes?

Okay. Bye, Blaze.

All right, bye.

Bye, Felicia.

[beeps]

Leon, my man. The last time we spoke,
you were in the 18-yard area.

Did you close on that deal?

[Leon] Well, would you look at that?

It fell through before pen
was being put to paper.

Ah, man, bummer.
I'm sorry to hear that, man.

[Antonio] Ugh, why don't you take your
condolences and shove them straight up--

Yeah, yeah, I know exactly
where to put them, Antonio.

So, look, the good news is
Pascal's up for grabs, okay?

I need you to get on the phone right now
with Zoe and make her an offer.

Listen, I've got it on good report
that she's willing to take 400 up front,

and the other 200 in add-ons,
and the kid's all yours.

[Leon] How much time do we have?

Fifteen minutes,
the whistle blows, brother.

You know, I just wanna
put on a jersey long enough

to feel comfortable in it, hmm?

I want to get on the field and feel like,
man, in fact, I'm home.

I deserve that and I think I earned that.

[speaking French]

-You see what you're doing to him?
-Right.

I don't... I don't get this.
You gave him a deadline.

This is negotiating.

You're going to sit in my office

and school me about making a deal
like this is my first time?

I'm not questioning your professionalism.
I'm questioning his professionalism, okay?

The way I see it, Blaze had, you know,
his five minutes in a career

and he fucked it up and it's a sad story,
but that's, you know, it's the story.

The offer I got for Vuyo
from the Thembisa Tigers is a good offer.

It's a good offer.

Come on, take it. Take the offer.
It's a good goddamn deal.

Let's finish this.

All right.

-Yes.
-Let's hash out the details.

Yeah, it's all standard.

[knocking]

[Blaze panting] So you know those days
when you're debating

whether to go straight on the highway
or to go around it?

I took a gamble on the N1 and lost.

This truck just jackknifed on the freeway

and it was bumper to bumper
until the next off-ramp.

Late is late. We've gone ahead.

-[Jean Pierre] Yes, we have.
-[Blaze] You could do that.

But then you'd be sacrificing a lot
of what you've earned in a lot of circles.

What are you talking about?

The word on the street
would be that Zoe Zante

is the type of owner
who leaves money on the table.

Blaze, for someone who's on the clock,
you've got a lot of preambles here.

There's an offer... for Pascal.

Berea FC, 400 K. No allotment of payments,
everything up front.

[Zoe] Wow.

You come up with that all by yourself
when you were stuck behind the truck?

[laughs] Look at him.

I mean, look at him. Come on.

Coming in here all sweaty,
stinking of desperation.

Do you know what he's doing?
Do you know what he's doing?

He's clinging to his last two clients.
It's pathetic.

-That's what it is, it's pathetic.
-[Blaze laughs]

What have you been doing,
apart from throwing me under the bus, huh?

Let's see what figures
you pull up, French fry?

-I have this one.
-Nicko!

Check the fax.

Zoe, come on,
are we doing this deal in 1986?

No fax, no deal.

And just out of curiosity, Blaze,
this deal of yours--

-This fictitious deal.
-This deal of yours...

how's it going to affect this Pascal, Kim,
and Vuyo Sunday paper story, hmm?

So why don't we put a price tag on Vuyo
and we put him on the market?

Actually, I've done that already.

[laughs] Come on.

Stop reading the back page
of the Sunday news, J.P.

Vuyo and Kim are sorted, all right?

Pascal, he's focused on the future?

[Pascal and Jean Pierre laugh]

[Blaze] Ask him yourself.

Where's your client, anyway,
to back all this up?

No fax, madam.

Thank you, Nickolaki.

What do we say around here
when there is no fax?

No deal.

[Zoe]
You actually had me moderately convinced.

But I cannot sit here, Blaze,
and play fantasy football with you.

Because what Jean Pierre has
might not be ideal, but it's real.

Vuyo's new home is in Thembisa
with the Tigers.

Look, Zoe, you're making
a big mistake here, all right?

You know me. You know my word is good
and it's always been that way.

Just... Just give it
a few more minutes, okay?

A few more minutes?

Blaze, after you were an hour late,
I don't think so.

I'm sorry.

[stammers] Just check the fax
one last time, all right?

I will not ask you again.

What are you still doing here, man?
It's ridiculous.

[clicks tongue]

-[knocking]
-[man grunts]

Did we miss the party?

This is a football club,
not the fucking country club.

So, no, there is no fashionably late.

Zoe, look.

They're together. Just look.

They're holding hands and everything.

Was that you?

I was the best man at their wedding,
you know.

Blaze, your deal is still a myth.

Yes, so, if you would like to put
your initials at the bottom of this page,

it would be very helpful.

It's over.

[Nickolaki] Excuse me, madam.

From Berea FC.

[gun cocks, fires]

[Blaze] Happy?

[Zoe] With the transfer? Relatively.

With you, not so much.

But I make it happen for you.

On occasion. [laughs]

You just don't like what you can't own.

What I don't like

is not having the smartest person
in the room on my side.

Have you given any more thought
to joining my little family here?

I thought about it, yeah.
Hell, I even entertained it.

But you know
that I cannot leave Christopher.

Please explain to me this--

this "Chris or die" attitude
that you have.

You know the terms of my agreement, okay.

I know. It might be enough to just get you
over the line this time.

But what about tomorrow? Hmm?
What about the day after that?

You just can't just respect
my decisions, can you?

Oh, yes, I can.

If you can honestly tell me

that you're happy with your place
in the world right now.

Blaze, do you know what I see?

I see a man with ghosts.

So your past and whatever Christopher
has to do with it,

it's gonna close the window on your chance
to be brilliant in this business.

I appreciate your endorsement.

You and I, we work well together.
We have ongoing Vuyo business--

Mm-hmm, yeah,
and I've got some calls to make.

So be a dear and give Christopher my best,
won't you?

How are the women in Durban?

-They're going to love you, stud.
-Oh, I'm sure they gonna do.

But look, women are one thing,
a man can always handle that,

as long as he keeps two types of plastics
close by and never hands them over.

One, credit cards. Two, condoms.

The wrong woman will poke a hole in one
and leave you in a hole with the other.

[laughs]

Okay.

No more putting that shit up your nose.

Yeah, okay.

Look, I mean it.
That was the deal, all right?

You can't handle that shit.
It will win every time.

Besides, I'm not interested
in representing another cautionary tale.

Okay, got it.

-Welcome to Ace Management.
-Yeah!

[Sam & Dave's "Soul Man" playing]

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[cell phone rings]

[radio clicks off]

[in Zulu] Mr. Dube. How are you, sir?

You really want to know,

or do you want the usual, polite:
"Fine, thank you"?

I always like that we don't dance
around each other.

[laughs] You're right.

Honesty is a rare commodity
in this business.

Back of the net, baba.

Well, the game is giving me nothing but
stomach ulcers and gray hairs these days.

Well, it's for the love of the game.

[both chuckle]

That's for the fans.

Seems all I do is the politics now.

I hate to give you more stomach problems,
baba, but that's why I'm calling.

Talk to me.

It's about Phumlani.

What's the boy done now?

It's not what he did right now.

It's about what he's about to do
without your blessing.

He's in talks with Jean Pierre
over my kid, Herve.

Bab Du?

I'm here.

Are you sure?

Without question.
Everybody knows that he's next in line.

It's more about self-preservation
than any disrespect toward you, sir.

You're sure about this?

I would never think of calling
if I wasn't.

Damn him.

I think we have to meet earlier, baba.

How?

I've got to show face at a charity event.
They've got me making a speech.

All wise old men are good
for these days, it looks like.

I'll come to you.

If you want.

All right. Thanks, Bab Du.

[in English] Hey, Mrs. G. Where are you?

I'm still at the office, going through
Pascal's paperwork before the deadline.

Well played, by the way.

Is that a bit of faith that I hear?

Yeah, except I'm the one who's going
to get the ax from Chris.

About that,
what's the status quo on Herve?

Jade called about two minutes ago

and said he and Jean Pierre
rocked up at Marlboro Stadium.

Phumlani?

[chuckles]
About fifteen minutes before that.

[swears silently]

That's a major Charlie Foxtrot!

Yeah, tell me about it. Where are you?

I'm on my way to squash all of this.

Have you got time?

I did play speed chess at school.

Well, you better hope Jean Pierre didn't,

because he's making his move now.

All right all right, Mrs. G.

[beeps]

Are you on the list?

-Yeah, sure.
-[woman] Name?

Slindile, or it could be under Blaze.

[chuckling] My man, Jean Pierre.

Phumlani. Meet the future of the game.

Oh, but of course.

-Mr. Herve Toure.
-Hello.

Pleasure to have you with us.
I'm already a fan.

Oh, I haven't done anything yet.

But you're about to. [chuckles]

With all these legends surrounding you.

I am.

Gentlemen, please, have a seat.

You, Mr. Toure, are about to sign
your first autograph for me.

Please, your name on the dotted line.

What's up?

[Phumlani] If you sign with Marlboro,

I will put some serious, serious money
into your pocket.

And I promise that I will not sleep
until you are in the next version of FIFA.

[all chuckle]

-He likes it.
-Yes, he does.

Let's see if he likes this.

Ta-da.

It's the bonus we talked about.

Mr. Toure.

Shall we use that pen?

Can I eat first? I'm hungry.

Sure.

Go ahead.

[sighs] Thanks, Jules.

[Juliette] No problem, Jacks.

What the fuck? He's got people to see.

I need to take him back to Marlboro.
It's urgent.

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Do you know what day it is today?

Yes, I do. But what do you expect me
to tell all those people?

You'll think of something. You always do.

-Okay. Thanks, Jacks.
-No problem.

-[Blaze] Love you, Jacks.
-Yeah, yeah, whatever.

[scoffs]

Listen kid, I know it's a major step.
I know it. But look around you.

Look at all these men,
all these-- all these great men.

Well, they were all once kids
sitting right where you're sitting.

You think they became what they are
by being afraid of a piece of paper?

Please tell him, because I'm...

This is you first step to greatness.

Did all... all those men sign here alone?

What?

I mean they had agents, managers
or whatever, yes?

I'm your agent, boy, okay?

-[Herve] But he's your friend.
-So?

This has got nothing to do
with friendship.

As a matter of fact,
it's got everything to do with--

[Herve] Business. Yeah, I know.
Everyone here talks about business.

But Blaze knows I'm not a businessman.
I mean, I just play.

He is not your friend.

He feels like one.

Okay. Do you know how many players,
how many marquee players

I have on my books?

[in French] You don't know?

Enough to get my fifth house
in Clifton, okay?

The real question is,
what am I doing here with you?

You want to know?
I believe. I believe in you.

All the other players are just salary.

But you... you could be my legacy.

Man, if you want friends, go to Facebook.

If you want a guru, well, that's me, okay?

[in English] I'll make it rain for you.

I should read the contract, though.
I mean, it's safe, you know.

Mr. Toure, it's standard league Ts and Cs.

Yeah, it's... it's nothing fancy, really.

-Come on.
-[Herve] But still.

Come on.

[in Zulu] Bab Walter,
I might not be a comrade here,

-but we go back far enough, right?
-Uh-huh.

-I deserve some consideration here.
-Right.

[stammers] Your son.

What did he do?

Kidnapping a client I spent
months negotiating with.

The stamps on my passport to Ivory Coast,
I'm practically a citizen now.

What's right is right,
but what can I do at this point?

We leave now, we can maybe catch them.

Okay, but if your kid signs,
owner or not...

Where is that old car of yours?

[chuckles] Didn't you always tell me
cars aren't investments?

The value drops as soon
as you drive out of the garage.

So it's vintage, 1970s.

[laughs] My luck...

The wrong son listens to me.

The problem is Phumlani thinks
Jean Pierre's his main ally.

And no offense, but he knows
you're not going to live forever.

-What?
-He doesn't think he has to answer to you.

You know what, don't sell me.

I'll say my piece
when I see proof of this nonsense.

[Godi in English] Herve?

Godi. I think I made a big, big mess.

Oh, don't tell me you signed anything.
Please God.

No, but they want me to.
I mean, I want Blaze.

Yeah, then you shouldn't have run off
with Jean Pierre.

I know, I know. But these guys
are acting like those dealers

in the black market back home.

Now, don't worry,
we're gonna get you out of there.

Okay, but when?

Now, now. Just stall, okay?

Okay. Please. They're not happy.
Make it fast, fast.

Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.

[in Zulu] They work their jobs
five days a week,

always looking forward to that Saturday
when they can sit back with a beer

and pray for their team to score on TV.

For 90 minutes, they get to forget
how crap their lives are.

Something bigger than themselves.

I'm proud of having a hand in that.

But they don't know the filthy things
that can go on to make it happen.

-Behind the scenes.
-[laughs] Yeah. Where's your car?

-[in English] Ah, are we good, Mr. Toure?
-Uh, yes, fine.

[Jean Pierre] Put down your mark.

I can't.

What?

I'm going to stay with Blaze.
I'm going to do the deal with him.

[laughs]

[sighs] You amaze me.

There is no goddamn deal with Blaze.

Hey. Look at me. Look at me!

The average career of a footballer
is about 15 years.

God-willingly, they stay healthy.

But say the Almighty...

looks the other way for just a second.

Hmm?

And the sound of a gun going off happens.

What do you do then?

Herve, what do you do then?

What the fuck do you do then? Hmm?
Go back to the coast and work for food?

Or whatever the fuck it is
that you people do.

Quite frankly, I don't care.
I wanna know, what do you do then?

Answer me! Is that what you want?

-Is that what you want?
-No.

Wonderful. Wonderful. [laughs]

Then we understand each other, gentlemen?

You will sign this contract.

In ink or blood...

you will sign it.

[in Zulu] If we hurry, we can...

[in English] Sign the fucking contract,
or I swear on my life

I will fucking shoot
your kneecaps off, boy!

-Baba Walter. All right, Baba?
-Yeah.

[in Zulu] I'm old.
I just need to get my second wind.

Oh, okay.

[speaking Zulu]

[bang]

[Walter in English] What the hell is this?

Un-fucking-believable, yeah?

I'm not seeing that.

Baba, it's not even loaded.

[Walter in Zulu]
Have you lost your mind, boy?

[in English] I was just doing business
for the club.

Not like this.

[in Zulu] We said we were going
to sign him to the team.

[in English] I'm just taking initiative.

As a matter of fact, all I was doing was
just giving him an incentive, that's all.

[in Zulu]
The deal happens through Slindile.

What?

[in English] How about the player decides?

Up to the player?

When you've got a gun pointed at his knee?

[in Zulu] Baba, it's okay.
If that's what they want...

[in English] we'll let Herve decide.

I'm... I'm with Blaze.

[scoffs]

Are you satisfied?
Or do you want that in French, you fuck?

Look at him.
He doesn't know what the fuck he wants.

Are you sure?

Blaze knows the game.
This guy pretends to.

It's like talking about soccer
with my sister.

You stay the fuck away from my players.

You both can fuck out of here.
I'll take over from here.

With pleasure. Come on.

Come on, let's fuck off.

-You okay? Are you sure?
-Yeah.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah.

Mmm. You sound like death.

And I feel like it too.

So what's the final verdict today?

Klopp didn't sign anyone,
if that's what you're asking.

But we did send Markovic
out on loan to Hull City.

Ah. I remember him.

A deluded Brendan Rodgers signing
from Benfica for 20 million.

That's 20 bar!

Well, sometimes they work,
sometimes they don't.

Yeah, enough with the complacency now.

Mm, are we still talking about the Reds?

Yeah.

Listen, J, thank you.

For everything today.

Things got ugly, huh?

Yeah, well, you know how the game goes.

Sometimes the wins aren't always pretty,
but I'll take it.

Spoke to Godi, things came right.

And I wouldn't have done it without you,
you know that, right?

And I wouldn't be part of the tribe
if it wasn't for you.

In Klopp we trust.

Speak to you tomorrow, J. Out.

So? Do the lights stay on?

Young Herve Toure to Marlboro United
is a done deal, thanks to Walter.

-You did it!
-No, we did it.

And not just that.
We now have three new clients.

-Two. Pascal and Herve?
-Three.

-And Mila Dior.
-Come again?

We're diversifying. We now rep actors too.

[laughs] Oh, really?

Yes, really. Now the question is...

are you still leaving me?

Oh, I was never leaving you.

You just needed a push.

[both laugh]

[Lesego] The thing is, I pay him big money
to have my back, you see?

[Blaze] And I'm your agent, not your pimp.

[laughs] Is there a difference?

I mean, where is this self-righteousness
coming from?

[Blaze] Les, you know it's not like that.

Ah, why? Because I just want something
that resembles a life off the pitch?

No. Because you want one at my expense.

Nigga, come on. Please, man.

This is the game, yo.
Where your balls at, player?

It takes a special kind of asshole
to ask me to babysit his honey,

while he's out there trying to get
one of mine.

One that I met yesterday, by the way.

Exactly. She's some random ass,
not your wife.

But you don't get to tell me how I feel.

Yeah, but for ten percent
of everything that I fucking make,

I get to tell you what to do.

Oh, so you're gonna play that card.
It's all about the money, right?

You know what, bruv?
I'd rather starve than rep you.

You're a fucking criminal.

-[Christopher] Hold on.
-What the fuck did you say?

You heard me.

[in Zulu] Blaze, you forget, eh?

[in English] I'm nothing like you.

Just because blood was washed off,
doesn't mean it's gone.

I'm nothing like you.

-I am nothing like you.
-What you want a piece of me? What?

Blaze, you back off.
Lesego, you shut the fuck up.

We're cool... not. We're cool.

You kids really wanna go, we can.
But I swear to God you will not like it.

Now, we don't like each other,
but we damn well have to get on.

No one escapes what happened, yeah?

No one.

Can't we just go our separate ways here?

Yeah and what do you think will come of it
when things get fucked-up enough

for one of you to start speaking? Hmm?

Shut up!

Just keep it tidy.

You want something, ask Godi.

No more bullshit assignments.

And enough with the fucking mind games.

-You stay in your lane from now on, yeah?
-Aye, captain.

-Blaze?
-I'm cool.

-Are we done here?
-Yeah, we done.

Fuck yeah!

[moaning softly]

[funk music plays]

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

[in Zulu] Yes, who's talking?

[in vernacular] It's me, Monte.
Security at Pascal's complex.

You don't remember? I let you in.

Monte, my man. It's late, man.

I'm checking about the job.

I'm putting your name out there,
just give me a few days.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay.

Listen, Blaze,
you remember our deal, right?

Okay, Monte, sharp. Bye.

Okay, sharp.

-[mutters]
-Hmm?

[funk music continues]

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