All language subtitles for The Final Score s01e01.eng

FICTIONAL SERIES
INSPIRED BY PUBLICLY KNOWN FACTS.

IT DOES NOT INTEND
TO BE A FAITHFUL PORTRAYAL OF REALITY.

A NETFLIX SERIES

[phone ringing]

For my viewers,
this is not a good afternoon.

Our beloved Colombia is shamed once again.

Andrés Escobar,
one of our national soccer players,

was shot and killed last night
in Medellín.

-[phone continues ringing]
-Twelve shots ended the life of a man

committed to representing
his country with dignity.

Hello?

This is she.

[dramatic music playing]

No.

-What's wrong?
-[sobbing]

[Félix] After each shot, the assassins
would insult him and shout, "Goal!"

For God's sake, it's unbelievable.

[journalist 1] There were no known threats
against Andrés Escobar.

There had been threats
against other players

-as well as director Bolillo Gómez.
-[whimpers]

Everything seems to indicate it happened
as they were leaving a restaurant.

A place where they were drinking.

[journalist 2] At 3:30 in the morning,
they were tired and decided to go home.

Andrés was the first to leave.

He started towards the parking lot
for his car

when two men and a woman
caught up with him

and started to berate him for the own goal
he scored against the United States

during the World Cup.

He had his entire life ahead of him.

A bright and promising future
that was brutally and tragically ended.

[crowd chanting in Spanish]
Justice! Justice! Justice!

[crowd clamoring]

[dramatic sting]

[upbeat music playing]

[journalist 3 in English] Escobar's coffin
was taken to Iván de Bedout Sports Arena…

[journalist 4] René Higuita…

[journalist 5]
It was Pablo Escobar Gaviria.

-An idol that made the crowds roar.
-[whistle blows]

[journalist 6]
Pablo Emilio Gaviria, "The Boss,"

one of the most searched for men
in the world,

was turning himself in
to Colombian authorities.

[upbeat music continues]

[engine revs]

[crowd clamoring]

[music halts abruptly]

[cheerful music playing]

-[man 1] Oh, a teaspoon.
-[woman] Okay.

[man 2] I think we should all
have a drink to toast, right? Ha!

[woman] Andrés!

[man 2] Where's that boy?

-Lunch is served!
-[man 1] Andrés, come on, we're hungry.

[Andrés scoffs]

One minute. [inhales sharply]

[man 2] Hmm. [chuckles]

[woman] Andrés!

-[man 3] This is Mom's drink.
-[woman chuckles]

-[man 3] Sachi. Well done.
-[boy] It was going to fall.

-[woman] Grab the spoon. To serve rice.
-[man 3] You saw that? Good job.

-[woman] Yes.
-[Andrés] I got it.

-[man 3] Do you need this?
-[woman] Thank you.

[woman] Want some before I pass it?

-[man 2] Sure.
-How is it?

[Andrés] How does it look? [exhales]

-[man 1] Looks like it's less inflamed.
-Yeah, it's a bit better now.

[man 3] That's good news.

-[man 1] Hey, isn't Pamela coming?
-No, she's got a thing.

My God. Every time I suddenly remember
Sachi's going to play for América,

I get very excited
because that's a great team!

América! Oh my God.

I'm telling you,
that's gonna be a big problem for us.

Oh, listen to you, Dad.
Why is that a problem for us?

Man, because now,
when América plays against Nacional,

who will we cheer for, huh? Red or green?

-That's a silly thing to say.
-[dad] Huh?

Who cheers for América here? [chuckles]

Listen, I'll just have to play better
when I play Nacional.

Your leg's gonna turn blue in there.

-Ice helps the swelling part.
-Huh.

Okay, hold on.
I want to propose a toast.

This time for Santiago.

For everything you have fought for
to get this great opportunity.

Even if it's far from home.

[dad] It's not that far.
Cali's still nearby.

If Santiago's given a great house,
then I think everybody will be there soon.

[chuckles]

-[dad] Cheers, to son-in-law and all!
-[chuckles]

[man 3] Cheers.

[Santiago] And you?
You gonna toast for me or what?

[Andrés exhales]

Wasn't that a gift from your mother?

Santiago can make better use of it
than I can.

And why is that?

I'm on the sidelines now.

Thank you.

-[Andrés] Good luck over there.
-Thank you, brother.

But you cannot wear it
with the devil's emblem

-because then it won't work.
-[both chuckle]

It won't work.

[gentle music playing]

-[player 1] Here!
-[player 2] Let's go, let's go!

-[indistinct chatter]
-[player 3] Nil, nil.

[coach] With confidence, guys! Come on!

That's it!

-[player 4] See? I told you.
-[coach] Come on, keep at it.

[Andrés exhales]

[coach] Give it to Vélez!

-Get there, Vélez!
-[whistle blows]

-[player 5] Pass it!
-[coach] Get it, Vélez! Get it!

Hey, back!

Vélez, hit the showers, kid.
Stop letting your ass lag behind.

Okay. Let's go again. Leonel!

[trainer] Go, Leo, go!

[indistinct chatter]

[coach] With confidence, guys. Come on!

[players continue indistinctly]

[coach] Hey! Shh!

-[whistle blows]
-Again. Do it again with confidence.

That's it!

Shh!

[player 6] Go on!

[coach] Come on, guys.
Keep at it, you got this!

Be sure, be sure!

[whistle blows]

[players clamoring]

-[speaker screeches]
-[man] Good evening, everyone.

We are inviting you once again

to come join us tonight
for the inauguration of the lights

on our neighborhood soccer field!

No more drug deals at night.

We're going to drive out
the vagrants and vandals,

and instead, we'll have a soccer party!

I also want to give a special
round of applause for Mr. Quique Vélez,

who very kindly donated the uniforms
for this great tournament.

And a special shoutout to Mr. Posada,

who is responsible
for all these improvements to our area.

He made this possible.
With Posada, anything is possible!

Hooray for a soccer festival!

Long live Medellín and our boys in green!

-Yeah, that's it!
-[all applauding]

[man] So, everyone, it's time!

We are officially inaugurating
our new field and our new lights!

Everyone join me!

Cheers to our soccer field!
Cheers to sports!

No more vices. Social cleansing is done!
Thank you very much!

Whoo!

Yeah!

[mechanical whirring]

SPECIALTY IN PERIODONTOLOGY
AND IMPLANTOLOGY

[footsteps approaching]

[clears throat] Pacho.

May I have a moment?

What is it?

[exhales] There's someone here for you.

Is it a patient?

I don't think so.

Excuse me.

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Well, Pacho.

We need a manager,

and you're the only guy
I want for the job.

For Nacional?

Yes, for Nacional.

Hmm?

Well, Don Octavio,

it's flattering.

But I've been away from soccer
for a pretty long time now.

[Octavio] Hmm.

I'm now teaching,
and I have my practice here.

That is very good, Pacho.
You have an investment here.

[chuckles] Well, I'm still paying it off.

[chuckles]

How can a man who made
so much soccer history in this country

retire without looking back?

Huh? How can you do that?

The truth of it is… [exhales]

…on the field,
soccer is a wonderful sport…

[Octavio] Hmm?

…but I don't…

I don't like the problems that arise
when we're not on the field.

-A lot of crooks involved--
-No, no, no. That's a whole other thing.

We want you so we can be champions.

Don Octavio, when you say that "we want,"

can I ask who you're talking about?

All of us.

The directors, all the partners,
all the fans, and the players.

Antioquia.

So?

[whistle blows]

-[crowd cheering]
-[indistinct chatter]

Come on! You got it, Green! We got it!

[crowd clamoring]

[sighs] Aw, man.

-Come on, go, go, go! Just go for it!
-[fan] You had the match, what happened?

[Quique] Everyone!

[crowd continues clamoring]

-[gun fires]
-[all screaming]

-[gunman 1] Stay there! Don't move!
-[gun continues firing]

Right there! He's running!

[gunman 1] Don't move, asshole!
Quit running!

[Quique grunts]

-[gunman 1] Stop that motherfucker!
-[Quique grunts]

[gunman 2] Hey, where you going,
you son of a bitch?

[grunts, breathing heavily]

[gun cocks]

[gunman 1] Hey, hey, hey! Easy! Easy!

Don't kill him. This is Quique Vélez.

-[gunman 2] Who?
-[gunman 1] The player from Nacional.

Hey, don't mess him up, bro.

[gunman 2] Why are you running?
What are you doing here?

I… This is my neighborhood.

[gunman 2] You know what? Go!
Get lost, or you're gonna get skinned.

-[gunman 1] Get lost now!
-[gunman 2] Get out of here!

[gunman 1] Come on, faster! Go, go, go!

[gun fires]

[somber music playing]

[doctor] The problem is that
your foot's arch is too pronounced.

So, your entire body weight
is being placed here on your heel

and on your toes, right?

That's what's going on with you.

Your feet's tendons
are in a constant state of tension,

which isn't healthy for you.

And, of course, since you've gained weight
from all the physical training you do,

now it's starting to take a toll.

Okay. So, I just need
to work on bringing my weight down.

Mmm, no, no, no.
It's not your weight, it's the sport.

See, when you run,

there's more tension going on.

Your tendons are working overtime.

That's why your foot swells,
and that's what causes injury.

[Andrés inhales]

I get it.

So what's the solution, Doc?

[doctor inhales]

[exhales]

You need to quit soccer.

[upbeat Spanish music playing]

[man] Oh, it is your fault!

With all this soccer crap,
the kid won't make anything of himself.

You didn't want to let him go,
and now look what he's done.

The only thing he's good for
is bringing trouble.

What happened? What's going on?

Huh? You better talk.

What do you care, old man?

Don't talk to me like that,
you piece of shit faggot.

Oh! Now you're a man, huh?
Now you're a man, a tough guy.

Well, look at what they did to your face.

I wish you were also a man at home.

You need to be productive to work,
to contribute your share.

You're not even good for soccer.
Not even for that.

If you won't stick with it,

then work at the store
and earn your keep, you lazy ass!

I buy everything for your lazy ass,
even the paper you use to wipe it.

-You should get out of here.
-Man, come on, you're not my father.

If I were your dad,
I would've raised you better.

-Look at how they left you.
-You got it coming to you, asshole.

Do it. I'll be waiting
for you right here! Do it!

[horn honks]

[engine shuts off]

[Octavio] What papers
are you talking about?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I personally gave them everything and…

Of course I did.

They took all the books.

I gave them all the books we had here.

You know what?

Let the lawyers talk,
and call me back this afternoon, okay?

Fine, deal.

-[phone thuds]
-[Octavio sighs]

Pachito, apologies, man.

[inhales]

Since they extradited
the club's ex-president,

everything is complicated, man.

Every day the police are here,
the federation--

I accept.

What?

I accept.

That's great news.
Well, let me tell you something.

You just made my day.

I knew you'd deliver for us, Pacho.

Look what I've been keeping for you.

Let me tell you something, man.

Soccer, it's what we live for.

We can't quit.
It's an addiction. [chuckles]

All right.

But I have one condition.

One condition?

What is it?

I want to bring back
the original idea of the club.

That's to say, only local players.

Only local?

Only local.

[chuckles]

I'm getting on board with that.

[chuckles]

[upbeat Spanish music playing faintly]

[woman] So what are you thinking?

That…

I'm not gonna quit.

You'll take painkillers forever?

[Andrés inhales]

My love…

there's no other option.

I'm a soccer player.

No one's kidneys
can survive that many drugs.

I was wondering, would you use your skill
to do something else, like…

Like, I don't know,
being a soccer coach, you know?

[Andrés sighs]

There's nothing else I'm interested in.
Playing is all I want to do.

So dramatic.

-You think I'm dramatic?
-[woman chuckles]

[Andrés gasps, groans in pain]

What happened?

I got a muscle cramp in my ankle.
Ah! [inhales sharply]

-Should I call the doctor?
-No, no, no, no, wait.

You can only see it.

-Ow, it's a cramp! It's just a cramp.
-What do you mean?

Ow, it'll pass. [chuckling]

Ah, you're ridiculous.

Ridiculous?

-Yes, always.
-Sure. [kisses]

How kind of you.

[upbeat Spanish music continues]

I thought we had agreed, Pacho.

A month ago,
you wanted to stay far away from soccer.

Things have changed.

Remember how things were last month?

If it weren't for your brother's help,

we couldn't have paid our mortgage
and gotten things our daughter needs.

No, Margarita, listen.

With just the income from teaching
and what little I make in the practice,

I'm falling into debt.

And I also…

owe the club everything.

Who will you be working for?

That man that came looking for you?

You used to say soccer
is just full of filth.

And now that filth is going to employ you.

I want to make it clear that what I do
has nothing to do with what they do.

-Oh no?
-No, of course not.

[footsteps tapping away]

[reporter] The 13th of January
had started as a calm day

until a car bomb went off
in front of the luxurious Mónaco building

belonging to Pablo Escobar and his family.

-[indistinct chatter continues on TV]
-[sirens wailing in the distance]

Hangars.

[dad sighs]

-[Andrés] Grab that.
-Did you talk to Sachi earlier?

Oh yeah, he finally called this morning.

He said he hadn't been able to call
because they're in lockdown.

Apparently, with the bomb they planted
against the Medellín Cartel,

things are complicated.

[dad] Hmm.

He's worried.

[indistinct chatter on TV continues]

I don't think he should've
gone there to play.

You know it's impossible
to turn down work that pays that well.

You know that.

But, Son, I want to tell you something.

You need to be careful in Medellín, okay?

Because Cali's problems
will eventually end up here.

[indistinct chatter on TV continues]

[trainer] Hustle.

Let's go, guys, let's go, let's go!

[coach] Well, Pacho, this is it.
This is what we have.

-[all clapping]
-[whistle blows]

[coach whistles] Hey, Quique! Quique! Shh!

You're late, son.

Coach, I had sort of an issue
on my way in.

Yeah? What happened to you?

At home, I had a… I had a thing.

-[players speaking indistinctly]
-[trainer] Pressure, pressure!

Hey, take your hat off. Show me.

[Quique exhales]

[coach] Yeah, that was a rough hit.

What'd you bang into?

It was, uh, the edge of a door.
Hit pretty good.

[coach] Damn edge.

Go to the infirmary to get checked out.

Thank you.

[coach] And then you go home
'cause you can't train like that.

Don't give me that.

I tried really hard to get here.
Can't I just stay and watch what they do?

[players continue indistinctly]

Get seen first.

[player] Give it here! I'm here! Here!

[ball thuds]

-[Pacho] This'll be our final one.
-[coach] Hmm. Higuita?

Pacho, are you sure?

José René, of course. That kid was part
of the Colombia Junior Team.

Yeah, and I remember he screwed up.

[Pacho chuckles] I know.

But, man,
he needs a lot of practice with all of it.

But he's got an amazing personality.

[coach] Hmm.

Listen, Pacho, if we're discussing risks,

how do you feel
about Agudelo as president?

He wants to invest
a bunch of money in the team.

-I'm not sure that money is Agudelo's.
-Hmm.

You are going to beat Millonarios
and América with this?

We are. I'm certain we can do it.

Look, we're not gonna fill
the stadium. [groans]

People need a team they really care about,
they can really get behind.

-A team they love and feel part of.
-[sighs]

What makes these kids special?

They have a sense of loyalty, pride,

a sense of belonging.

And why? Because they're locals.

And forgive me
for getting in your business talk,

but these guys will save you money.

[man inhales]

Come on, this is a big club.

We have no money now,

but who cares about that?

If we want to be big, we have to pretend,
we have to keep up appearances.

What I don't want

is to cut corners now

and pay later.

Let me tell you something, Pacho.

If you get fired, so do we.

We're all gone.

[Pacho] Don Octavio, gentleman.

I'll put it this way.

Give me five matches.

If the team isn't working, I'll quit.
And you can fill it up with star athletes.

But give me five games.

[inhales]

[reporter] Disappearances, extortion…

[Higuita] Oh, Grandma,
what is all this? No, Grandma!

[grandma chuckles]

What if I eat all this
and then throw up in training?

You're not going to throw up.
What, are you crazy?

[Higuita sighs]

Come on, you have to eat,
or you won't have the strength to play.

[newscaster] Professional soccer…

Oh, Son,
I think you should've stayed over there.

Hmm. What's the matter?

Are you tired of me already?

No, of course I'm not tired of you.
How can you say that?

[sighs] But things around here…

It's gotten so dangerous.
It's really not good.

It's not just around here, though.
Everywhere's bad.

I know, but you're too wild
for your own good.

Wild?

I'm smart. I'm not a wild guy.

I'm a paisa.
And paisa's are really intelligent.

Yeah, okay.
Let me know how that works for you.

[Quique] René!

-Grandma, he's here--
-Nuh-uh. No, eat your food first.

[motorcycle engine revs]

[Higuita] Hey, Quique! Rev it, Quique.

[inaudible]

-[Higuita coughing]
-[Pacho] Okay, boys.

This is our lineup
based on what I've seen.

The next match, on the starting team,

René, Herrera, Molina, Perea.

Villa, García, Chicho Pérez, Leo.

Castaño and Ricaurte.

And for substitutes, we have
Cortina, Arango, Quique Vélez, Escobar,

Vargas, and Cardona.

-Right. Well, get warmed up. Let's go.
-[scattered claps]

[player 1] Why the long face?
No one's died.

[Higuita] It's all good.

[players speaking indistinctly]

[player 2] Come on, give it here! Come on!

-[Higuita] No, it's all good. It's okay.
-Yeah, it's fine.

-Come on, bro.
-[Quique scoffs]

[dramatic sting]

[crowd clamoring]

[cheering]

[Pacho] Gentleman,

it's our moment.

This is when we get out there on the field
and show them what we're all about.

We have talent, and you've worked hard,

which is why you all are here.

Each of you has chosen to play this match.

What's in our arsenal to brag about?

Quite simply, it's our style.

I want you to be aware
that we've been called

to write the new chapter
of the history of this team.

Let's do it well.

We're gonna get out there and win today.

[all clapping]

[crowd continues cheering]

[announcer 1] Pérez gives the ball
to Ischia, passes to Dos Santos,

the ball goes to the side,
the team stays behind right there.

A player finds his way, he is fouled!

Foul, foul, foul
against Junior of Barranquilla!

[announcer 2] That will be
a yellow card for Nacional.

They've been so passive, it's impossible.

Oh, this is brutal. It's embarrassing.

[indistinct chatter]

[announcer 2] It's clear as daylight

there's a team that runs
and one that watches.

The one that runs is Junior,
and the one that watches is Nacional.

Yes, Leo!

Perea, if you're gonna touch it,
wait for the foul!

René! Get your wall guys in line!

There's a big damn hole!

[announcer 2]
Watch Ischia taking the kick.

He's got an amazing right leg,
which makes him great at this.

Higuita is way to the left.

[announcer 1]
Watch Ischia, he's going to kick.

He prepares,
he hits straight toward the post…

-Goal!
-[crowd cheering]

He scores for Junior of Barranquilla!

[announcer 2] I told you so, Iván.
I told the audience, and here we are.

Come on, come on, come on, push!

This is just no way to lose.

I see Maturana worrying
about how he's gonna solve this problem.

We can only wait and see.

And there's the great player
from Antioquia,

Andrés Escobar,
wearing the number two jersey.

It's looking like
he will play any minute now.

[coach] Come on, guys, keep at it!

Eyes up, pay attention, Arango!

You know what to do.

Get in there! You got this!

[announcer 2] I see that Pacho
is very worried, and he should be.

He can't find a way
to solve the problems with the defense.

These men from Nacional
are not looking good at all.

That's right, we are in the final minutes!

And leading 1-0 is Juniors!

[crowd continues cheering]

[whistle blows]

[Iván] Chalo,
with his second goal for Junior.

We've reached the end of the match.

The final score is two for Junior
and zero for Atlético Nacional.

[Chalo] Team Nacional
is not having a good season.

This was proved today.

It's incredible
a team with such good players

has such passivity and doubts

that are shown on the field
by Maturana and Bolillo's team.

[dramatic sting]

[dog barks]

[Higuita] Grandma!

Grandma!

[upbeat Spanish music playing faintly]

Hello, my darling.

Hello, Grandma.

Hey, what is all that noise about?

That noise is all the neighbors
that came to say congrats.

The neighbors?

But I have to get up
really early to train.

And we are… We're really tired.
Plus, we lost today.

Oh, come on, René.

It's just because they're super proud
to be your neighbors.

Come see. They brought
a bunch of stuff with a lot of love.

Now show them respect
and get a bite to eat.

-[upbeat Spanish music continues]
-[indistinct chatter]

[all clapping]

[indistinct clamoring]

[woman] Welcome, Son, welcome!

We have music, we have food.
Please help yourself to everything.

[clamoring continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[all continue clapping]

[Cumbia music playing]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[man] Hey, René!

Give me an autograph, René. Sign it.

[Higuita] Here, you want one?

[man] You're the best, man! The best!

Perfect. Yeah, dude, yeah!

-Hey, where's Quique?
-Quique, come here!

Sign here! Give me your autograph!

Okay, let's see.
Which one should I have him sign?

MACABRE MATCH
TERROR ON THE SOCCER FIELD

[uneasy music plays]

THREE CORPSES WERE FOUND

[man] Yeah, sign it, Quique! There you go!

Thanks, man!

I love you!

[music continues faintly]

So how long were you there, René?

[René] A year.

And what did you do there?

My agent got me a gig
with a team in Bogotá.

It was an opportunity, and I ran with it.

Is there a girlfriend?

No.

You liar.

No way.

[engine turns over]

[motorcycle revs]

[René] Quique!

Quique!

What a strange dude.
Why'd he skip out early like an old man?

When can we go on a date?

Hmm. What are you doing tomorrow night?

-Nothing.
-[dog barks]

[siren wailing in the distance]

[motorcycle accelerating]

[tires screech]

[man] Hey, easy. Easy.

[engine shuts off]

My name's Jhon Jairo.

I heard you were on the field
the day those assholes showed up.

Those motherfucking police.

Narcs ran into our neighborhood
just like that.

And they killed some of my guys.

Did you see their faces, Vélez?

No, they were… they were wearing masks.
I wouldn't recognize the person.

I don't think anyone could have.

But someone back there
said that they saw you talking to them.

Yes, because they recognized me,

and they told me
that they weren't gonna kill me then.

'Cause I play for The Green.

[Jhon inhales]

Okay.

Let's catch up later.

Because this world…
This shit can't stay like this.

Don't you agree?

Yes, sir.

[car engine turns over]

[doors shut, car accelerates]

[Chalo] The team
is going through a crisis,

and I can't wrap my head around it.

They lack confidence,
and the overall strategy seems…

[girl] I went there.

Okay. So…

[Chalo] I agree with my colleagues.
The players are not…

Three, um…

and one.

H.

[Chalo] Um, he is fearful.
He does not…

[girl] Your turn.

Daddy, it's your turn now.

God. What, already?

-Ugh! Daddy, please!
-[Pacho] Okay, okay.

Uh, G-8. Go G-8.

Daddy, you already did that move.

I did?

[Chalo] On top of that…

All right, then…

hit me C-5, okay, please?

C-5.

Okay.

[Chalo] The same team as Atlético Nacional

with these same players
creating scoring opportunities.

You know, 12, 13…

[Pacho] We failed.

There's no other way to sum up
what happened in our match against Junior

but failure.

Our defense let us down.

It takes courage
to accept one's shortcoming.

Listen, not knowing is also good.

If you don't know, that's okay.

That's when knowledge can get in
and fill the space.

Next Sunday,
Millonarios will not forgive any mistakes.

So we need to work on defending.

Sync up with the attack,

and protect our goalpost.

We'll go right into drills.
Give me starters and subs.

[upbeat music playing]

-Let's go.
-[whistle blows]

[coach] Let it go!

Andrés, you gotta get out of there.

-Andrés, let go of it!
-[Andrés grunts]

[Andrés grunts]

Look at you being an artist.

You got me,
but you haven't won anything yet, man.

-[whistle blows]
-Andrés!

-[Quique] Easy, asshole.
-Don't cry, don't cry.

What are you doing? What did I say?
You're the last man in line.

Let it go!
If they take it from you, we're screwed!

Coach, I don't wanna just give it away.

Good, 'cause that's not what I meant.

Kick it into the space in front of you.
Your teammates know to expect that.

[Quique] We gotta bring him
back down to earth. Come on, let's get it!

[Pacho] This is the lineup
for our match in Bogotá.

René, Herrera, Villa,

Molina, Luis Carlos, Quique Vélez,

Leonel, Pérez, Ricaurte.

Substitutes will be Cortina, Fajardo…

Arango,

Vargas, Cardona.

[dramatic sting]

[Iván] In addition, Quique Vélez
is showing great determination,

but doesn't generate any danger.

Millonarios is closer
to scoring a second goal

than Nacional is to tieing the game.

[Chalo] With another cross, Iván,
Nacional defense is like a colander.

Every kick, every Millonarios move
becomes a nightmare for Nacional.

The Atlético Nacional players
face big problems.

[Iván] Pájaro centers the ball,
hits a header, Pájaro Juárez to the post…

Goal! Count it, count it,
count it, count it!

Millonarios, count it, you scored!

Goal!

Goal…

That's bullshit.

[sighs]

[Iván] …by Millonarios!

[Andrés sucks teeth]

[Iván] Goal by Pájaro Juárez! This is…
-[powers off]

[dramatic sting]

[man] Coach, Mr. Agudelo needs you.

[bus brakes hiss]

We are screwed, Pacho.

Don't worry, Don Octavio.
You know you can…

you can count on me quitting
whenever you say so.

It's not that.

I need you to give me certainty
that we're going to win against América.

Don Octavio, we're talking about a sport.

You can't be certain
about anything in sports.

This isn't a sport anymore, it's war!

You get that now, Pacho?

We have to beat América
because it's owned by the cartel in Cali.

You want to know a secret?

The team that doesn't win is ousted.

You take down América,
I'll handle the rest.

[tense music playing]

What happened, Pacho?
Are we fired or what?

No.

It's worse than that.

[commentator] Pay attention,
but the away team is attacking Nacional

with all they've got,

and the problem is The Green forwards
are achieving no goal in their area.

In addition, Quique Vélez
has now agreed to termination with…

[daughter] Daddy, I won.

What do you mean, baby? Again?

I figured you out because you do
the same thing all the time.

You're not playing to win.

You have to switch up the places
where you leave your boats.

[commentator] The ball goes up
towards Adolfo, the crowd cheers!

Adolfo keeps moving forward…

Let's play it again.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Place the boats differently, huh?

[commentator] They're pushing Nacional
to the limit. Time is not on their side.

Which of you play chess?
Hands up if you do.

[coach] Well, I do.

Two?

How does it work in chess?

The best defense is to attack.

So what we need to do
is use our defense.

We'll create openings as we create a split
in our opponent's formation.

-Do you get what I'm saying, Andrés?
-Yes, sir.

You're going to lead the block,
and you force them offside.

[trainer] Hustle! Let's go!

-Let's go, guys! There you go!
-[player 1] Send it!

-[player 2] Let's go!
-[player 3] Move it up! Nice, nice!

If they beat us from the back
or we miss it,

that's when we bring in René.

Since you dominate the ball
with your feet,

you move forward to the line.

[players continue indistinctly]

[coach] Yes, control it, René!

[Pacho] As soon as you leave the position
of the last defensive man,

you join the attack.
That's when Perea can take your place.

[trainer] Switch it, switch it!

[coach] Recoil! Stagger it! Stagger it!
Remember what we talked about!

[trainer] Keep holding! Keep it circling!

[coach] No, Quique! No, no, no! Quique!

[Andrés groans in pain]

[Quique] You crashed into me, baby.
Did you feel it?

-[Andrés exhales]
-[trainer] Play, play!

-Now there it is.
-[coach] Touch it, touch it!

[indistinct shouting]

[Andrés grunts]

[coach sighs]

[Pacho chuckles]

-[player 4] Come on, play it!
-[Andrés groans in pain]

-[player 5] Come on, play!
-[Pacho chuckles]

What are you laughing at over here?

[Pacho chuckles]

It's all working, Hernán. Hmm?

-They're awake now.
-[Leo] Hey, Flaco, you okay there?

-Yeah, play, play, play, play.
-[Leo] It's all good.

[indistinct chatter continues]

-[Andrés exhales]
-[Hernán] Let's go!

[players chuckling,
chattering indistinctly]

[Quique] Andrés, you look good out there.

[Hernán] Listen up!

This is our starting lineup
against América.

René, Escobar,

Luis Carlos, Herrera, Leonel,

Pérez, Villa,

Ricaurte, Cardona.

Prepare for battle, guys.

[all clapping]

[indistinct chatter]

[Leo] They're not ready!

[Quique] Coach.

What's up, Quique?

Why am I not on the starting roster?

I need to stick with the team. I'm good.

You need to stick with training.

What kind of training?

You know I work myself to the bone.

You know I'm better
than most of the guys you picked.

Man, this is a technical decision
putting the team first.

You got that?

Have a good one.

[phone ringing in the distance]

[phone ringing]

[inaudible]

[woman] What a surprise!

I came to visit
the most beautiful doctor in Medellín.

-And all of Colombia too.
-[chuckles]

-Look, I brought the kind you like.
-Oh!

Thank you.

Sofi, will you please
hold on to them for a bit?

[Andrés] I have some bad news.

Bad news?

Well, I am on the starting lineup
against América.

[both chuckle]

Oh, no one deserves this more than you.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Does Sachi know yet?

I'm pretty sure that my dad
already shared the news, yeah.

Mmm, that's gonna be good.

Well, I've got something
I should show you.

-What happened?
-[Andrés grunts]

Oh, love, that looks horrible.

[chuckles] I had to make the lineup.

Well, are you in pain?

A bit, yeah.

Well, I wanted to ask if maybe
you could get me painkillers, you know?

The strong ones to numb the pain.

-[upbeat music playing faintly]
-[phone ringing]

[Perea] Hello?

Flaco!

[exhales] Yeah, what's wrong?

[Perea] Call for you.

Yeah, okay.

Hello?

-Santiago?
-[Santiago] Yeah.

If I were you, I wouldn't play tomorrow.

-Oh, really?
-I know your weak side. [chuckles]

[Andrés chuckles]

You know I'm weak on all sides.

-I'm taking you down.
-Mmm.

Yeah, okay.

-Hey, wanna bet?
-What's at stake?

Ten thousand, so you don't lose much.

Sounds good.
See you on the field tomorrow.

Cool, man.

Eat a good breakfast.

Talk to you after the game tomorrow.

-Looking forward to it.
-[Santiago chuckles]

[upbeat music continues faintly]

[Perea] Look at that face, man. What's up?

We're gonna win.

-But you gotta play.
-[knocks on door]

[men continue knocking]

-[Andrés] What's this?
-It's from Mr. Agudelo.

[man 2] Hey, these are for you.

The boss sent them over.

Excuse me, gentleman.
What are you doing here?

[man 1] Delivering a token to the players
on behalf of Mr. Agudelo.

What do you mean "tokens"?
Where is he? What did he…

-Hey!
-[man scoffs]

[men continue knocking]

This isn't okay.

I asked you to please leave.
You guys have no business here.

[man] We can't.
We have to deliver them all.

[Pacho sighs]

[line ringing]

[dramatic sting]

-[clapping]
-[indistinct chatter]

[loud bangs]

-[Leo] You shitting yourself or what?
-[clapping]

Coming.

[Leo] What's wrong?

Is your dick shrinking?

[Andrés chuckles] No, don't worry.

No, I'm not worried about you.

Today is a clásico.

And we will win, got it?

You're gonna beat your brother real bad.

Today you and I are brothers.
This is your family, yeah?

Do you get it?

We're gonna win today.

-[trainer] All right, boys. Let's go!
-[Leo] Let's go give it our all.

-[Andrés] Yeah, we could do it! Let's go!
-[all clapping]

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct chatter, clamoring]

[Iván] Nacional is off to a bad start…

[man] Hey, someone's, uh, looking for you.

It can't be anything good
the way they look.

Why are they here?

[man] How am I supposed to know?

But if these are the friends
you're hanging out with,

they're gonna bring you home
with your mouth full of flies one day.

[Chalo] Maturanas' face,
it says it all as he is clearly frustrated

with the lack of commitment
from his players.

We'll just see
what is going to happen today.

[Iván] We want to welcome
all the people that are joining in…

[Jhon] Quique, buddy, what's up?

I need you to do me a favor, bro.

What is it, man?

I need you to deliver
something to Envigado.

No. No, I… I can't.
I have to get up for training early.

Ah!

You know what?

It'd take you longer to try and get out
of this than doing the delivery.

No, seriously. I have to get up early.

-I don't want to catch heat, man.
-[Jhon sighs]

You're gonna go with my friend here.

-We'll pay you well.
-What time will we be back?

I'll have you back nice and early.

-[announcer continues indistinctly]
-[suspenseful music playing]

The scoreboard is nil on both sides.

Zero for Nacional,
zero for América, Chalo!

We're seeing some confusion from Nacional.
Maturana's team is nowhere to be seen.

And América is undoubtedly playing better.

Nacional is on the attack.

Nacional's J.J. centers the ball,

and it is run to the sideline.
That's a corner for Nacional.

[Chalo] Alexis Garcia will take the kick.

Andrés Escobar is supporting his team
in the goal area. Sachi's fending him off.

There's a constant struggle
between the Escobar brothers.

Sachi is marking Andrés
in order to attack.

They're pulling on each other's shirts.
It's nonstop.

Look at that! Did the ref see that?

[crowd clamoring]

-Sachi pushed Andrés.
[Andrés] Call it!

[Iván] There's only 20 minutes left
until the end of the game.

We're back in play.
Nacional has the ball.

This is a good game, Chalo.

Regardless,
Nacional is not playing too well.

They're fighting for it minute by minute,

but América continues
their reign of terror.

[announcer continues indistinctly]

Sachi is guarding Andrés,
and he is not giving him one inch.

Things are heating up between Sachi
and Andrés as the game gets more heated.

Remember the old story of Cain and Abel…?

-[tires screech]
-Jesus, bro, calm down.

-[man] We're gonna blow their heads off.
-Chill out. Jesus Christ. You gotta relax.

Dickhead.

[cop] Good morning, gentleman.

[Quique] Good morning.

Do me a favor. Turn off the car.

[announcer continues indistinctly, halts]

So where you headed?

Officer, we're going to Envigado.
We're dropping these animals off there.

[dogs panting]

I'll need to see your registration record.

You think this piece of shit
has registration?

[man sighs]

There is no registration papers.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

All right, both of you
step out of the vehicle now.

[tense music playing]

[gun cocks]

-[indistinct chatter over radio continues]
-[dogs panting]

[Quique exhales]

Wait, are you… are you Quique Vélez
from Nacional?

Yes, sir, I'm Quique Vélez.

[cop] Bro,
why are you missing the clásico?

América-Nacional. What are you doing here?

Injuries keep you out of the game.
You know how it can be, sir.

Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that.
That's some bad news.

Are we winning?

Zero-zero, tied up right now.

[cop] Ah.

That's gonna be tough.

Right. You're free to go on ahead.
Just keep your eye out, okay?

There are a bunch of crooks waiting
somewhere around that next curve.

Thanks for the advice.
I appreciate the concern.

-Have a good trip.
-[Quique] Have a good day.

-[cop] Same to you.
-[tense music continues]

[engine turns over]

Problem solved, man. Problem solved.

-[crowd clamoring]
-[indistinct yelling]

Pacho, these guys are walking all over us.

You know what?

Let's give 'em hell. It's our turf.

[Hernán] So we're gonna foul them?

[Iván] Chalo, I can't see
too many openings for Nacional.

Especially because
it looks like coach Maturana

is giving some orders
for the game to Bolillo.

[Hernán] Bolillo! Leo! Come here!

This is what we'll do.
We're gonna pressure them.

We gotta pressure them. you got it?
Now go tell the team.

[Leo] Flaco!

Flaco, listen to me.

-Go!
-[Leo] We're gonna foul.

-Pressure them big time, got it?
-Okay.

Leo! Leo, Leo, Leo!

[Iván] América attacks,
the ball is in play, Sachi…

[crowd cheering]

[both grunt]

Andrés comes from the back, foul there.
That will be in favor of América.

Hey, what? Come on!

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no way. There's no way.

[all clamoring]

[Santiago] You serious? Andrés,
what's your problem, motherfucker?

That's a yellow card.

[Andrés] Why don't you shut up?
You know there was no foul.

-You're really gonna call that?
-[players clamoring]

[Santiago] What do you want, Leo?

If you give me a card, you should
give someone as well, and you know it.

[Leo] Play the ball!

-[Santiago] Hey, back up!
-Leo, Leo, Leo!

Over here, over here, okay?
Get back, get back, I'm here.

[indistinct chatter]

[Iván] América definitely
has an opportunity to repeat…

Quique, what's up?

Did you charm the police?

-Ah, so cool, my man.
-I had to.

See, brother, I knew you were a pro.

-How was it?
-[man] Kid is good.

Ah, that's it, bro.

Did you see what you had? Show our guy.

Look at this, brother.

-Dog poo. Poo, poo, poo.
-[man] Here you go.

Hey, this is yours, my man.

Money.

[Chalo] Five minutes more
to go in the second half.

Sir, wouldn't it be best if we leave now?

Why? What are you afraid of, huh?

-Motherfuckers! Penalty!
-[Chalo] Penalty!

What's on the clock?

About five minutes left, sir.

Ah, man! Are you hearing this shit?

Motherfuckers! Penalty for The Green!

[Chalo] That is a clear penalty.

Who will be taking the penalty kick?

It could be anybody.
It could be Freddy, it could be Alexis,

but it is Higuita
who steps up to field the ball.

Yes, it's the wild one Higuita,
coming to take the penalty kick.

The wild one is going to kick.
He backs up for momentum.

Everyone is holding their breath here
at the Atanasio Girardot as he prepares.

-He hits the ball… Goal!
-[crowd cheering]

[Jhon] Goal, motherfucker! Goal!

[guns firing]

Goal, motherfucker!
Goal, goal, motherfucker!

Goal!

That's a goal!

René Higuita for Nacional
here at the Atanasio Girardot!

That's one for Nacional, zero for América.

You called it, Chalo!
I told you today!

Goal for Nacional!

What an effective soccer lesson
coach Maturana is giving all of us today!

It's a manual for exporting.

It's nothing like
what América was expecting,

so América never could get a handle
on how to face Nacional.

The head ref calls it.

América has fallen to Nacional,
and the game is over!

After 45 minutes plus one,
this is the final score.

One for Nacional, zero for América, Chalo!

[Chalo] Higuita stars again,
but led by coach Maturana.

América was never able to read the game.

-Good game, Flaco, good game.
-Right back at you.

[Chalo continues indistinctly]

[chuckles]

This was one for the record books, folks.

One to zero with a penalty by Higuita.

And Nacional takes a big step…

Hello.

Sir, hold on a second.

Have you maybe seen Mr. Agudelo
by any chance?

[man 1] No, he didn't come today.

-[man 2] Hey, man, are you joining us?
-Thank you, but no. I've gotta go.

Thank you, though.

[dramatic sting]

[typewriter typing]

[phones ringing in the distance]

[Pacho] Hello. How are you, Janet?

Pacho.

Why are you here?

Well, I'm looking
for, uh… for Mr. Agudelo.

Mr. Agudelo was found dead.

[newscaster] Octavio Agudelo,

the well-known entrepreneur
and sports manager,

was murdered yesterday afternoon.

His body was found inside a vehicle
with five wounds from a 38-caliber gun.

This is the second soccer club president
to be murdered recently in Colombia.

Both instances happened in Medellín.

[dramatic music playing]

[music ends]

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