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The boys are warming to Tony.

Caesar!

- Kid's a project.
- Come on!

Everybody is already talking about you.

That's where I come in,

as president of Tony Bravo Enterprises.

Give us a shot.

You've established loyalty with Galan.

Now, if we play this right,

it might be your ticket
into Galan's inner circle.

And that we should move
on to the contingency plan.

Reach out to Mark Tarzola.

What would you like me to tell him?

Tell him I need an army.

[Melancholy music]

The ball should fit your
foot like it was born there.

When they become one again,
this is where the power comes.

Good, Tony.

Who were you kicking it to, exactly?

[Screaming in Spanish distantly]

[Crying]

[Gasps]

All right, listen up. Listen up.

You all will be happy
to know we're going

with a light practice today
so as to not burn you out

for tomorrow's game.

Light practice?

Are you going soft on us, coach?

I went soft a long time ago, Holester.

Seven straight losses
to the Austin Terror,

and I'm positively limp.

I'm this close to bringing Duquesne in

to satisfy my wife's womanly needs.

Do you hear me?

I am one more loss away
from cuckolding myself.

So I ask you... No, I beseech you,

save me from that humiliation

and just beat Austin.

We still have one spot left
on the roster for tomorrow.

- Right, Heddo or Youngblood.
- What do you think?

I think our disadvantage in this rivalry

has become self-fulfilling.

We need a fundamental shift
in the spirit of the team.

I think you've been drinking
too much of your ceremonial tea.

He's been staying every
day after practice.

He's hungry.

Then buy him a sandwich.

He's been putting into
work, good for him.

He's still not ready.

Maybe it's you who are not ready.

[Scoffs] Afro-Yoda horseshit.

[Door opens]

Used to be able to do
that for three hours.

It's crazy how it comes back.

We've picked up chatter
off the satellite

which suggests Galan will be meeting

with a man named Moktar
Zola at the game tomorrow.

Moktar Zola? What is that, klingon?

He's a mercenary broker with
a penchant for beheadings,

but, sure, let's joke about it.

Zola made his bones in the Congo,

raping, pillaging, and executing his way

to platinum club warlord status

with the tacit approval
of the corrupt government.

In '97 a coup brought the hammer
down on him and his buddies,

and Zola went international,
amassing a private army,

which he now rents out
to the highest bidder.

So Galan goes from buying
art to buying soldiers.

- How's that connected?
- We don't know.

That's why we need ears on that meeting.

Galan keeps a model car on his desk.

This is a bug that we'd
like you to place on it.

Now, I'm sure in all of
your elegant smash and grabs

at the DEA you've never had
to use one of these things,

so let me explain it
to you in a way that

I think you'll understand.

You press this button right here...

I got it.

If I need help fixing
toilets while I'm there,

- I know who to call.
- Whatever, man.

I played that sting perfectly.

- [Phone beeps]
- I followed protocol to a tee,

and I got the job done.

No way.

I made tomorrow's roster.

Congratulations.

Yeah, good for you, Pelé.

Can you plant the bug or what?

It's game day.

The stadium's going to
be crawling with people.

I can't exactly sneak
into Galan's office.

Shouldn't have to sneak.

Getting close to Galan is the
whole point of this operation.

Use that proximity.

Get it done.

Is it porn time? I could come back.

That was a joke.

Are you going out again tonight?

Well, that's the plan.

So you wanted to chat?

Ravensen music school.

Why would I want this?

You'll be attending there in the fall.

- What?
- Look, if music is really

what you want to do with your life,

then you should do it the right way.

I'm not running across the country

when the industry is right here.

It's all about me and my band
making good contacts right now.

You need instruction, Senna, refinement.

That's the way life is.

No one wants an amateur

when they can work with
a real professional.

Dad, you're so clueless sometimes.

This whole business is about discovering

the next hot amateur.

I mean, our YouTube channel
has almost 2 million hits.

If half those people buy
our album, we'd go platinum.

You would have to finish
recording an album first.

I know.

We're really close.

You've been saying that
for the last 18 months.

Look, Senna, I believe you're talented.

How would you know?

You've never even been
to one of our gigs.

Regardless, celebrity
is not a profession.

You need a good foundation.

When I started out, I
didn't know the first thing

- about telephones.
- [Groans]

Enough with the "poor
immigrant made good" story.

It's tired.

I'm just trying to do the right thing

by my only daughter.

Please, you think I don't know

what this is really about?

You want me as far away from
your precious soccer team

as possible.

You don't think I know how
embarrassed you are of me?

You don't make it easy to be proud.

[Scoffs]

Wow.

Just what every daughter wants to hear.

You know what?

I'm glad mom didn't live to see you

send her only child away.

She'd hate you for it.

[Car chirps]

- [Grunts]
- [Gasps]

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Let me guess, a champorado and a churro.

I'm buying.

I'm good.

Just a coffee then.

Look, I'm sorry I've
been off the grid lately.

You have to admit, it's pretty crazy.

Me, playing professional soccer.

Yeah, I'm really busy right now.

- Oh.
- So maybe we can talk

about this in a few weeks
when I decide I'm free.

Fine.

No, you're right.

I mean, it's not like
you ever ignored me

when I wanted to talk.

That's right, because I'm your friend.

Mm-hmm, so I just imagined that whole

"Tony wets the bed" thing?

- We were eight.
- So?

I needed you, and you weren't available.

I got over it.

Mm, no.

Oh, you're really gonna
make me eat this all alone?

Yeah, no, I wish I could help,

but it's all egg whites
and veggies for me.

This body doesn't sculpt itself.

So is this what you're
gonna be like now?

Believe me, I'd love
nothing more than to eat,

like, ten of those, but I
need to be ready to play today.

Wait, you're playing? In a game?

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Well, I just did.

Tony, this is amazing.

Seriously, your mom
must be freaking out.

She doesn't know yet.

Why not?

Because I'll probably
just be riding the bench,

and I didn't want to get her hopes up.

Listen, uh...

I had the dream again last night.

- The one with you and...
- My dad, yeah.

It's been, like, ten
years since I had it.

It's weird, right?

Not really.

You don't have to be Freud
to realize that playing again

might bring back these memories.

So will you come to my game?

Like I said, I'll probably
just be warming the bench,

but just...

I wouldn't miss it.

I understand.

We'll see you then.

Zola's running late.

He said to expect him around halftime.

His flight was supposed
to land an hour ago.

Apparently, he wants to
do some sightseeing first,

or maybe he just likes
making people wait.

It seems to be having
the desired effect.

Say what you mean.

There's a lot riding
on this transaction,

if you're going to make
up for losing the artifact.

Let's not forget. You lost
it right along with me.

I'm not the issue.

The success of this enterprise

is crucial to your status
in the eyes of the group.

You need to go into this calmly
and not let Zola agitate you.

Moktar Zola's the least
of my agitations right now.

Senna?

I don't suppose you've seen her today?

No.

You give her everything she wants,

so she has no incentive to change.

And what would you know
about being a parent?

Only what I learned from being
a child who didn't have one.

They died.

And you were raised by wolves, I assume.

Something like that.

Go wait outside for our visitor.

I've got a game to watch.

Another beautiful day in
sunny Southern California.

Since entering the American
united soccer league,

the Riot are a dismal three and
ten at home against the Terror,

making this one of the
most lopsided rivalries

in the league.

Oh, my God, Tony has his own jersey.

- No way!
- Galan's no dummy.

He's gonna make money off the
matador brand any way he can.

This is so cool. I have to have one.

Of course, but take a
picture for Instagram.

My baby... my baby has
made it to the big times.

Can you believe that?

Ah, you know how Tony is when
he sets his mind on something.

Aren't you proud of your brother?

Yeah, big-time.

Hey.

What? No, it's great.

It's great. You made it.

- Hey!
- Hi!

We've already been here for an hour.

Your mom wanted to beat traffic.

That sounds about right.

- I'm proud of you, bro.
- Thank you.

No, no, you deserve it, you know.

- Thanks, Rick.
- You really do.

I just want to say, I love you, man.

I know you do. I know you love me.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Cool.

How would you like to meet Andres Galan?

What?

No, I couldn't possibly.

- Are you... are you sure?
- Yes.

Because if I knew I was
going to meet my first mogul,

I would have worn, you know, high heels.

Ma, he puts his pants
on one leg at a time

like the rest of us.

Except his pants are
worth more than my truck.

[All laugh]

Lead the way, my little football star.

Yeah, just don't say stuff
like that in front of him.

Help them find their
seats, and I'll take Ma.

- [Speaking spanish]
- Break a leg.

I'm gonna hit the head first, all right?

Say, would you ladies like
a private tour of this place,

maybe meet some players,
get some souvenirs?

- [Both laughing excitedly] Yeah?
- All right, come on.

Are you sure this is okay, Tony?

I don't want to... I
don't want to be a bother.

It's my pleasure, please.

Can I pop in there for a second?

I want my mom to meet
the man that changed my life.

No.

Really? It's my mom, man.

Can I get five minutes?

Please, she's been driving
me up the wall about it.

Thank you.

She left here last night around 8:00.

We'd had words.

- [Knocks on door]
- Come in.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Just tell me if you see her.

Please forgive me.

And we're live.

My daughter has a habit
of becoming unreachable.

Hmm, I know how it is.

Mr. Galan, I'd like
you to meet my mother.

[Both speaking Spanish]

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Oh, speaking of which,

isn't it time you went
down to warm up, Tony?

I don't want you to pull something.

And I'm sure your mother can't wait

to see her son's debut.

Oh, are you kidding?

I'm over the moon.

We all are, especially
to have him playing

for someone as inspirational as you.

What are you doing on
the 14th of next month?

I'm only asking because
my only daughter,

Cristina, she's celebrating
her quinceañera...

Mom, he's not coming to the party.

I'm sorry, Mr. Galan.

Oh, no, please, don't apologize,

although I must decline.

I'm sure it's going to
be a wonderful occasion.

You know, I remember
my Senna's quinceañera

like it was yesterday.

But it's a bittersweet celebration.

They grow up so fast,
especially the girls.

Oh, thank you so much for
all you've done for my Tony.

Okay, all right, that's enough hugging.

Appreciate it, sir.
It's been a pleasure.

[Crowd chanting]

[Whistle blows]

Let the festivities begin.

This, the second of three
matches between the Riot

and the Austin Terror.

Austin winning the previous match, 4-2.

Now, earlier this week, coach
MacDonald promised his team

would respond with a
bold new attacking style.

But that strategy could
backfire and leave the Riot

vulnerable to the Terror's
speedy counterattack.

And here come the Terror on the attack,

picking their way
through the Riot defense.

Get him!

Hernandez, with a quick shot,

but he blasts it over the crossbar.

Riot are pressing now. Arguello has it.

There's a flick on to Holester,
who charges past the defense.

- Out comes Lee to challenge.
- Go!

Oh, Lee dives in at the last moment

to dash the Riot's
dream of an early lead.

Here's a deep cross
from Arguello for Heddo,

and, oh, what a chance
there, just poked high...

This is how it goes,

back and forth for 90
minutes, nobody scores?

Some people believe
scoring isn't everything.

The playing, the lead-up,
it can be just as exciting,

if not more.

Wait, are we talking
about the same thing?

Youngblood now to Holka.

A bad touch there as he gives it up

to Van Parker in the
midfield to Hernandez.

Now, Mugler and back to Hernandez.

- Top corner for the goal!
- [Groans]

What the...

So the Terror strikes first,
just shy of the 18-minute mark.

And, oh, my, MacDonald
is not happy at all.

Riot charging ahead,
looking to equalize.

Here's a try for Holester
at the top of the box,

but Stockton is there to snuff it out.

And here's that
vulnerability we talked about,

the Riot defense spread
very wide after that attack.

Martin takes advantage.

Excellent vision, slices wide

to Ivanovich for the goal!

Ivanovich sneaking one past
storm inside the near post,

and already the Riot are
down 2-nil in the 25th minute.

No defense.

You got to play defense in this league.

Oof, talk about a blowout.

No wonder Bravo made the team.

They suck.

The Riot can't seem
to maintain possession,

and here comes the Terror,

effortlessly driving
through the Riot defense.

- Oh, and that's an awful...
- [Shouts]

Frustration foul on stockton.

He had to do it.

And this is going to give the Terror

an excellent chance to add to their lead

as Hernandez lines up
to take the free kick

just beyond the penalty box.

The wall is up, storm is set,

and here's the kick.

Oh, and Hernandez rockets
one right past Duquesne storm.

And that is gonna do
it for the first 45.

The Terror opening up
what is likely to be

an insurmountable
3-to-nothing lead.

- [Cell phone ringing]
- [Indistinct chatter]

Hey, anything going on upstairs?

Galan just got off the
phone with security.

It sounds like Zola's
arrival is imminent.

Well, what else do you need from me?

Just keep warming that bench.

Nothing else for now.

Good luck in the second half.

Maybe you'll get some playing time.

Yeah, thanks.

You don't have to be such a dick.

Hey, I'm being straight with him.

You're feeding the fantasy.

So who's the real dick here?

Not you, obviously.

It only hurt for a second.

Thank you for coming all
the way to Los Angeles

on such short notice.

It's no problem. I used miles.

I hope you don't mind if we
get to business right away.

I have a second half to watch.

Perhaps it's better you don't watch.

I have a bad feeling about how
this one is going to turn out.

I believe our general needs

have been communicated to you.

We will need your men to be mobilized

by the end of the week.

Now, we're offering a flat fee.

If you incur any casualties,
there will be no compensation

over and above the original fee.

I trust this won't be a problem.

You pay, they will be there.

Well, then, this is the easiest deal

you've ever made. Shall we shake on it?

I must first know why
you need so many men.

Excuse me?

I just don't have men standing in line

waiting to fight.

They are spread far and wide.

It takes time and energy
to get them together.

I understand that.

It's a lot to ask on a tight time frame,

especially when I don't
know the exact nature

of the operation.

Your men will receive their
orders when they arrive

at the staging area.

I hear that you are targeting
something very valuable

down there, and I assume
my men will help you get it.

If you are looking for a percentage,

then you are overplaying your hand.

Why don't we just shake on it
and hammer out the specifics?

There are several
other brokers out there

who are just as capable
of delivering what I need.

I'd be happy to take
my business to them.

I respect you.

You're a smart man. Industrious.

You got where you are
by seizing opportunities

when they presented themselves.

I am the same way.

I want to know when and
I want to know where,

exact coordinates.

So you can mount your own
operation and cut me out.

Ah, I think we're done, here.

I don't think so.

In fact, I think we are
just getting started.

Why should I tolerate
another moment of this?

Because, I have your daughter.

And, here, I thought we said
there would be no weapons?

You won't find her that way.

We've disabled her locator.

Even the most advanced
piece of tracking technology

doesn't stand a chance
against a good pair of pliers.

Where...

What the hell did you do to me?

Did you pull out my tooth?

Really, you're not going to
say anything, you sick fuck?

It wasn't your tooth
we wanted little girl.

It was the locator.

You didn't know?

Interesting.

So what is this?

Huh, you're just gonna
hold me for ransom?

Well, you obviously
didn't do your homework.

My father doesn't
negotiate with terrorists.

Ow!

We're not terrorists, little girl.

And now for the piece de resistance

of the Tony Bravo Enterprises tour,

the Riot locker room.

See, there's lucky Buddha.

Duquesne's beats.

I knew you ladies would dig it.

Ooh, let's see what
the new guy's wearing.

- [Both sniff]
- Oh, that smells like wet dog.

Ah, I heard that was a gift
from his brother and it came

highly recommended by the salesperson.

Ooh, look, Holester's locker.

- Uh-uh, give it.
- No, I touched it first.

Oh, my God, it's still warm.

Ladies, please, there's got
to be a way we can settle it.

Maybe you could put this on
and we could pretend that...

What was your name, again?

Holester.

Call me Holester.

As we enter the 56th minute,

the Riot find themselves
in a familiar position.

They trail Austin 2-nil,
but there's still plenty

of time left for the
Riot to make a move.

Oh, good, you are ready to talk.

How much do you want?

I think I have enough for now.

I'll give you $500,000.

You let her go.

A million.

I don't want your money, Andres.

I want to know when and
I want to know where.

But the fact that you
offered such a large sum,

rather than give me what I am after,

tells me everything I need to know.

I will not be leaving here
without those coordinates.

If she is hurt, you will die.

If she is hurt,

then you have failed as a father.

This shrimp is excellent. Fresh?

It must be.

No frozen fish tastes this good.

One of the perks of living
by the ocean I guess.

Has Galan given him anything?

He just tried to give
him a million bucks

for Senna's safe return.

Zola wouldn't bite. But check this out.

When Galan was on the phone
earlier he implied Senna left

the stadium around eight.

So I scrolled through
the security footage

to try to find her
departure, and I found this.

She never left the stadium.

Opening minutes of the second half here

as the Riot are really fighting
to get some momentum going

against this stifling Austin defense.

Good solid Riot ball control,
but the Terror swoop in

and pick off another pass.

[Phone rings]

Tony, you have a call
from the owner's box.

Mr. Galan?

What the hell are you
doing down there, Bravo?

I don't pay you to sit on your ass.

Just kidding, man. It's Noah.

It was pretty good, right?

You should hear my Pacino.

"Oh, yeah, I'll take a
flame-thrower to this plac..."

That's enough. Tony, listen.

Galan's daughter's
been abducted by Zola.

He's using her to leverage intel.

He's got Senna?

He wants to know what Galan's planning.

This could potentially be helpful to us.

He's imposed an end of game deadline.

- Do you know where she is?
- Somewhere in the stadium.

We need you to help us figure out where.

Me?

You know the layout, we don't.

Noah tracked her to
a set of double doors

directly below a weight room.

Do you have any idea
where that might lead?

I don't know, I mean, there's a kitchen

down there somewhere,
a couple of storerooms.

Why, what's your plan?

Target her position, get a team in place

and let things play out.

- Play out?
- I told you.

If Galan gives in, this
could be intel we could use.

Zola could kill her regardless.

- Not likely.
- Look, I've read his file.

He's boiled entire villages
in oil for something to do.

You have no idea what
is or is not likely.

- I'm going to get her.
- [Phone beeps]

Bravo, stand down.

Bravo, where the hell do
you think you're going?

Caesar's cramping up.

You're going in.

Didi says you're ready. I'm not so sure.

Guess we're about to
find out who's right.

Now, get the hell in there.

Riot down 2-nil, in the second half,

but there's a lot of time
left. And, now, look at this.

Tony Bravo, the rookie,
who somewhat famously ended

Gregor Zupon's season during
those Riot open tryouts,

well he's just entered the game.

So, now, we're gonna get to see
the very first minutes in the

career of the man that the
people are calling "Matador."

Wakey, wakey, cinderella.

Come on.

What the...

Now, I see why the
fans like him so much.

This guy is a whirling
dervish out there.

He is throwing himself at
anybody who comes his way.

- [Both grunt]
- [Whistle blows]

What the hell is he doing?

He's trying to get kicked out.

That was an accident.

Riot on the move, now.

A nice cross into the box to Holester,

who's found his way through the defense.

Oh, and a critical challenge
there from Rodriguez,

who's been a constant
Thorn in Holester's side.

Holester pleading his case.
No booking, yet, from the ref.

And hold on.

Here comes Tony Bravo.

What the hell, ref?

Try that shit on me, man.

What did he do that for?

The Matador strikes again.

And, now, we have a decision, folks.

It is a red card for Tony Bravo.

And after that display
of old school enforcement,

the Riot now find themselves down,
not only 2-nil,

but also down a man and it
looks like the Terror have

this one well in hand.

I-I want to go home, now.

[Woman moaning]

[All moaning]

I need to go to the bathroom.

No.

Please.

Would you rather me go here?

It seems like a lot more work for you.

Here you go.

Funny.

Big mistake.

- [Grunts]
- Ah!

Be alone with your thoughts.

[Sobs]

[Sighs] Your team is struggling.

It's a bad day all around for you.

I have to admit, I misjudged you.

That's one thing we can agree on.

I pegged you as simple.

Seeking wealth above all else.

But it's not money that
fuels your ambition,

it's power.

You want to be a world player,

but you cannot,

without the proper connections,

without the proper sponsorship.

I can offer you this.

So let's just forget this
whole misunderstanding

ever happened.

You bring me Senna and we can
fulfill our earlier agreement

and I can get you a seat at the table.

And this is where I give
you a slow clap, yes?

A generous offer, Andres,

but I believe I can find my own seat.

Time and coordinates.

You have ten minutes.

Tell the girl to prepare for pain.

- Ricky.
- Help me.

Help me.

Her father refuses to
give me the coordinates,

so I want you to put one in her leg.

Maybe this will motivate him.

And leave the camera on her.

I want him to see it.

Daddy, do some...

- [Gunshot]
- [Screams]

The next one goes through her head.

Let her go.

Give me what I want.

I cannot.

You can do whatever you
want. You are Andres Galan.

No, there are greater
forces at work here.

You don't even know
the coordinates, do you?

You are just a middleman.

Galan's not calling the shots.

And, here, I thought I was sitting down

with someone of importance.

I would like a word with
these greater forces.

Get them on the phone.

Come on, Galan, we
are in the 83rd minute.

I'm bored.

I don't like this game.

Your men are brutish
and their play is ugly.

If you don't get me
the information I seek,

I will kill your daughter
and make you watch.

Make the call.

[Struggling]

Who's there? Who's there?

Leave me alone!

Just leave me alone. [Moaning]

Daddy. Do something, please, daddy.

Help me. Help me!

Oh, my God, Tony.

I'm so glad you found me.

How did you find me?

Uh, I heard you screaming.

And my father thinks I
don't have a good voice.

Oh, my God. Okay, come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Galan, don't do this.

Hang up the phone.

Hang up the phone.

You wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for him.

Who's he calling?

Whoever it is, we're
about two dial numbers away

from getting their location.

You die if you do this.

- Better me than my daughter.
- Both of you!

- Am I crazy, or was that...
- Galan's body guard was

threatening to kill him.

He's protecting someone.

Seems you have dissension
in your ranks, Galan.

That's your business.

Just keep your weapon
pointed downwind, boy.

If that barrel swings my
way, the girl dies instantly.

Isn't that right, Lubo?

[Phone rings]

Yes.

Bravo?

How are you calling
on my daughter's phone?

Now!

Put it in the books.
This one goes to Austin.

But maybe the most memorable
thing to come out of this match,

today, is the short-lived
play of Tony "Matador" Bravo.

What?

That cowboy shit you pulled

may have worked for
the DEA, but not here.

You violated a direct order.

Which could have cost us
a vital piece of intel.

You know if standing idly
by while some girl's life

hangs in the balance is
how you get your intel,

then you suck at your jobs.

Says a guy who got his
Rosarito beach CI's head

chopped into sausage.

My job is to get in close with Galan.

Don't you think that will
be a little tough to do

if his daughter's killed?

Protocol says you follow
the chain of command.

Yeah, well you know where
you can shove your protocol.

Okay, shut up, both of you.

Noah has a point.

Who knows when we'll get
another opportunity like this?

I am the opportunity.

Don't you get that?

I saved his daughter's
life. That's currency.

Look, this is how it's gonna go down.

I'm gonna go back to work
tomorrow and I'm gonna get you

all the intel on Galan
that you could ever want.

You want to know why? Because I get him.

He might be a power-mad
billionaire bent on world

domination, but deep down
he's still a kid who survived

the block just like me.

So you two are going to
have to figure out a way

to trust me once in a while.

See you tomorrow.

Thank you.

Dr. Eisen is on his way.

So you can put another
tracker in my tooth?

I'm sorry.

I should have told you about that,

but it was for your own protection.

Great job.

It really fooled those guys, huh?

There are things afoot

that you couldn't possibly understand.

I understand that if it
wasn't for Tony I'd be dead.

I appreciate what he did for you,

but I think it's best that you
keep your distance from him.

Right, because you think I'm
just going to sleep with him.

No.

Because I have a vision
for Tony Bravo's future...

And you don't want to be in it.

I'm really sorry you had to see that.

I don't know what happened.

When the guy plays
dirty... I just lost it all.

You don't have to apologize.

But I do, I mean, I feel like
I embarrassed all you guys.

Here I am telling Cristina
to keep herself in check

and then I go and do that.

You know, it's not really Cristina

you need to worry about.

Right. How pissed was Ma?

You remember out eighth grade
field trip to Griffith Park?

When we set off the
sprinklers at the laser show?

- Mm-hmm.
- That bad, huh?

[Laughs] Worse.

Sup, bro?

What are you doing here, boy?

All right, and that's my cue.

No, no, no, no. I got it.

You paid last time.

Oh, all right.

Well, I will see you boys.

Way to go yesterday, Matador.

Getting thrown out
with that hard man shit.

Building your brand
will be good business

for Bravo Enterprises.

- Really?
- What?

You're just not going to say anything?

I don't know what
you're taking about, Bro.

You playing hot dogs and
donuts with two fan girls

in the locker room.

You saw that?

Yes, I saw that, right
around the time I realized

I didn't have my key card.

Gave them the Bravo
Enterprises gold tour.

You can't be doing shit like that.

You get caught. I get in trouble.

You get charged for
trespassing. You go back to jail.

Then what? No more
Tony Bravo Enterprises.

Do you get it?

Got it.

Sorry.

In my defense, they were super hot.

And I've been in jail, Bro.

This shit gets old fast.

Just as long as we're clear.

Crystal.

No more dirty shit.

[Moanin' by lambert & Hendricks
& Ross & Harry & edison]

♪ Every morning find me moanin' ♪

♪ Yes, lord ♪

♪ 'Cause of all the trouble I see ♪

All you had to do was render a service

and know your place.

But you had to be ambitious.

Not the best choice, was it?

What's the matter,
you don't want to talk?

Oh.

Too much ambition is a dangerous thing.

Trust me, I know.

Congratulations, you've
just been promoted.

Now, get our men ready.

♪ Life's a losing gamble to me ♪

♪ yes, lord ♪

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