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Previously on 21 Thunder.

Get his signature on my goddamn contract!

Five-time Player of the Year, Olympic medalist!

The first female coach in the MLS?

That is like a PR squirt-fest.

Only, she never coached! I don't want her.

How's your knee?

See? It's nothing.

I'm probably the oldest prospect on the planet.

Anything more than a tweak, and I'm done.

We'll monitor it.

Manchester legend Davey Gunn

signed as player-coach of the Montreal Thunder.

I need to score. It helps everybody.

That's what got me here, the stuff I do that nobody else can.

Either you play the system or you sit.

- How long you been free? - A month.

Hey, Sly! Sly!

You know why we're here.

You put all of that at risk today.

Come on! Come on!

Go, go, go!

(Panting)

(Car door closing)

Explain what happened!

Listen to me. You were there, man!

Cops don't care about another dead dealer.

Ah, so, he's dead!

Who knows?

Why the fuck were you carrying a...

Shhh! Shut up!

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, OK?

We're family.

What the fuck?

Am I wrong about that?

We're family. OK?

(Breathing heavily)

Yeah?

Yeah.

We cover for each other like always,

like we always did.

OK? Yeah?

Yeah.

OK. I got a favour I can only ask from a brother.

All right, your team plays Philly next week, right?

I need something brought back over

at the Derby Line at the border.

Oh, well, you can't do it yourself?

Man, I would if I could, brother.

I would if I could.

OK?

We're good?

Good!

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What if he has run away?

He is here.

How much will Mr. Bamba charge to find him?

Word is Mr. Bamba is a serious man.

If he agrees to help us, we will find the money.

And if Mr. Bamba can't do it?

Then we will hunt until we find him ourselves.

(Sighing)

OK?

(? Pop on radio )

You wanna take some toast to go?

No, thanks. I'm off to work.

(Music stops, Grace groaning)

You're not taking Mom to her blood work? I have practice!

I'm on a job.

I... can drive.

No driving, Mom. Doctor's orders.

- Fuse box? - Basement!

(Sighing)

(Both talking, indistinct)

Nervous?

No way!

Listen, we are descended from rebels.

They took one of ours, we took 10 of theirs.

Nobody messes with us. OK?

OK.

Send a text so we know they work.

And don't fall in for the first kids who talk to you, OK?

Find out who people are first.

Yeah, sure.

Did you hear that?

(Cell beeping)

You get the text?

(Cell buzzing)

Yeah, I got it.

OK. OK, go.

3:30 sharp for Mr. Bamba!

(Players laughing)

You can get that Drogba fade,

but it sure as shit don't make you Drogba!

Leave it, man! Anyone mess with that Chibougamau faux-hawk?

It's my panty peeler!

And this is my hill!

It was.

What's that, son?

I beat you up there,

you have to dance like Drogba

in front of this whole team...

(Chuckling)

...until the music stops.

Game on, then.

(Rocas): Hey, Johnny!

Right.

I'll send you his times, the tapes, everything.

This morning. OK.

Still no Christy Cook?

Not yet.

OK, guys, bring it in!

Let's go!

Word around the league is we got lucky against LA.

So this week, we take it further.

We go to Philadelphia. We beat them at home.

We show that we're a team that never stops,

that we're coming to your house, whoever you are

and knock you the hell out!

All right, let's get up that hill!

- Let's go! - Let's go!

Let's go, boys! Move!

? Flex, flex, flex ?

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

? Hold up, boy What's your name? ?

? Flex ?

? Hold up What did you say... ?

Let's go, boys! Come on, push it!

Enjoy your sleep-in, yeah?

All the boss will remember

is me beating your ass up this hill.

Ha!

? You got 10 minutes on invested dime... ?

(Alex): Come on, boys, let's go!

(Davey): Move, move, move!

- Push it! - Move!

? Tag my insta in a batty rider... ?

? Bye, Felicia Come spend the winter... ?

(Groaning)

(All grunting and panting)

? Flex, flex, flex... ?

Junior first.

(Exhaling sharply)

? Hold up What did you say... ?

(Talking indistinctly)

Where's Nolan?

56!

Ah! My dancing machine!

You brought your phone on a run?

That's how serious you are?

Step closer, I get even more serious.

- Come on. - Not right now.

Let it go.

(Rocas): Nolan!

As we say back home...

(Speaking Spanish)

You're slower than a river of shit.

Some days the legs aren't there. It's fine.

Rewarding the lazy poisons my squad.

When I knew a coach had faith in me,

I responded, even on bad days.

This is the last time you're late to my practice, OK?

So you're going to tell him

he sorts himself out or he's not going to Philadelphia.

(Panting, sighing)

What's up? Did you tweak something?

What, you gotta do his dirty work?

Get your head right or this ends bad.

Punk!

Coach's old school won't work.

I'm not talking to these kids like that.

I wouldn't go at the big boss man

till you've had more time here.

You think I went too hard?

I think you need a political advisor.

Buy me a drink? I'll advise.

You're on!

(? African pop on headphones, muffled ?)

(Cell beeping)

(? Rap on headphones, muffled ?)

Porn-surfing my folks' Wi-Fi?

"Murders in the Point"?

Yeah, I was just screwing around, you know?

(Sighing)

It's just my dad.

I just wanna know more about what he did and why.

You ready to finally go see him?

No!

Look, you're nothing like him.

You don't have to worry about that.

You coming to trivia tonight?

Ah, you go.

Oh, but, uh, beware of Snacks.

Boy's getting hazed like a rookie tomorrow.

- What? - He's gonna be out for blood.

OK.

You OK, baby?

Yeah.

OK.

(Laughing)

See ya!

I took her this morning! Peter, this is your shift.

Something came up at work.

You should be spending more time with her anyway.

Her car's not here.

Weird. It should be.

Call you later, OK?

OK, bye.

(Faucet running)

Mom?

Mom!

(Line ringing)

(Whispering): Please, please, please!

(Woman): 911. What's your emergency?

(? Man rapping in Akan language ?)

What is this?

One of the best singers in Ivory Coast.

Yeah? Who the hell is that?

Me.

Another night, OK?

(Davey): Careful, or you'll pick up the unreliable label.

(Cell ringing)

Oh, I have another call.

- Bye, Davey! - Bye!

- (Man): Miss Cook? - Yes?

It's Officer Tremblay.

I just wanna let you know

we found your mother's car abandoned close to the oratory.

We're still looking for her.

Hi! Do you know where my mom is?

Yeah, she's right through there.

OK!

Daughter coming your way.

Excuse me! My mom?

She's over there.

OK!

- Mom? - She's here!

Mom!

Is she OK?

(Whimpering)

They... they want m-m-my things!

It's OK! It's OK, Mom!

It's all right!

It's OK.

The Liberian consul here had a husband

who ran off with a consulate painting.

She hired me to find her husband and the work of art.

The husband tried to sell it on the black market.

Bad men come looking for him.

Hmm! He's an easy mark.

Downstairs, boys.

Me and one of these bad men show up

at the husband's motel at the same time.

He thinks I'm the husband and shoots me in the face.

I lost a couple of teeth, but he lost more.

Sit.

A week later, I snatched the husband

and saved the gorgeous painting.

I don't stop till the hunt is done.

He's older now by 7 years.

But it's the best we have.

He went to war, then he came here.

When did he come here?

We think April 2013,

a seasonal worker.

Who is he to you?

Gr�goire Lolo. Our brother.

I'll find him in a week.

As I said, the fee is $5,000 up front.

But make sure you do not hurt him.

I'm just gonna find him, boy.

After, you do what you want.

Just one minute. I'll be right back, OK?

Your mom can't be alone in her condition.

We took her licence, OK?

She's a danger to herself and to others.

If she takes the car out again, we're gonna have to charge her.

I understand.

(? Rap on stereo )

Why don't snails need a mate?

Because snails are hermaphrodites.

Um, do you know where Nolan's at tonight?

Probably hanging out with his new boy, Davey Gunn.

What American city holds the biggest football stadium

in the Atlantic Coast Conference?

Oh, Tallahassee! Tallahassee!

(Emma laughing)

Hey, how are the applications going?

I got a letter from Trinity Dublin.

- I'm on the shortlist. - Nice!

Good for you! Congrats!

Thank you.

- That's great! - Mm-hmm.

It's, uh, it's a little far, though, right?

Yeah.

Nole's good with it?

I don't know how to tell him.

You'll make it work. I know it.

Yeah.

How's your stuff going?

Hmm, yeah, it's coming along. I've applied to a bunch.

Yeah?

But, um, Cornell's the one that I'm waiting on.

Why Cornell? I mean, it's impressive.

It's, uh, where my sister went.

Right.

What is another word...

Sorry.

...for both prosciutto crudo and prosciutto cotto?

Italian dry-cured ham!

Wham! Whoo!

Thanks for nothing, guys! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

(Women laughing)

Ha! Oh yeah!

(Crickets chirping)

They can make me dance,

but I am still the trivia king.

(Chuckling)

Time for the bonus round, My Lord!

(Sighing)

(Knocking on door)

Hi, Cheyenne.

Hey!

You here to see him?

Yeah, I heard he might be visiting.

Judge says I got no choice.

You're looking good, Nolan.

You too, Cheyenne.

(Special K whooping)

Pass it back!

Yeah! Whoo!

Oh, ho ho!

(Whooping)

(Laughing)

Oh! Ooh!

Oh, Ash, look! Look who it is!

It's the man with the moves! It's Twinkle Toes!

Twinkle toes!

(All laughing)

Hi ya, Ash!

Oh, look at that! Look at that!

OK, go show Mom, OK?

Go show Mom. Go, go, go, go!

(Panting)

(Laughing)

How'd you find me, man?

What's going on? You wearing a wire or what?

I still got people around, dude.

No, I'm the only one you got, man.

I don't mean any offence,

but I only see my girl once every 2 weeks,

so what's up?

Look, I just wanna let you know

I'm grateful for all you did.

I know.

I wouldn't have survived school, my dad,

a lot of things without you.

You're welcome, man.

Just go inside and eat Cheyenne's peach

or whatever it is you came here to do,

because we know this shit!

Look, Philadelphia, this package you want me to pick up,

what is that, a test?

I'd never talk, and you know it.

Philly's not about the other night.

I need your help.

I borrowed money when I was on the inside

from the Manganos.

Why?

For protection. Me and my boy were slinging.

I was trying to bring back some money for my girl.

It was dudes that hurt people for the Hells.

They decided we were snitching, so...

I found my boy in the shop, both his ears cut off.

Before they killed him, bolt-cut 3 fingers.

That's how I found him.

After that, no choice but the Manganos.

Now they keep raising my debt. I got another payment this week.

Yeah, and the next?

I only need you this one time.

Take this number.

They'll get in touch with you.

And the package?

M, $50,000 worth.

Don't make me come looking.

(Man on stereo): ? We won't stop ?

? Let me see what you gonna do ?

? It's your boy... ?

Hey, buddy!

? It's your boy Get it, get it, get it ?

? It's your boy, it's your boy ?

? Everybody, it's your boy ?

? It's your boy... ?

(Player laughing)

(Player): Don't stop dancing till it stops, man!

(Players cheering)

Hey! Give me a minute, OK?

We'll see what you got.

Hey, salesboy!

What's wrong?

I've been trying to get ahold of my parents in Shanghai,

but I can't find 'em.

Zhen!

I'll hit you up later, OK?

(Music stops)

(Team cheering)

OK, OK, OK, OK!

Let's get set up over here.

Did you bring the new anti-inflammatories?

(Zhen): You bet.

Come on, wake up!

(Alex): Touch it, boys. Touch it!

Send it! Send it!

That's it! Nice! Come on, Nolan!

He's lazy, doesn't listen, doesn't pass.

Apart from that, he's all right.

Let me get in the middle. I'll show you how it's done!

Nolan!

- Come on! - Get that!

Tighten up!

Yeah, nice!

Tried to tell you nicely. I guess it didn't work.

What do you want?

They're talking about not taking you to Philadelphia.

Wake up, find another gear, play the team game.

Today!

Touch! Touch!

Up high!

Come on, straighten up! Straight up!

Pass it over, pass it over!

Bravo, bravo, mi galactico!

Come on, Nolan, pass the ball!

Muy bien, muy bien!

(Christy): It's a passing drill, Nolan!

- Come on, boys! - Go! Go!

Come on! Come on!

(Grunting)

Just ask if you want more.

Here!

Open up the field! Come on!

It's like gladiator school out there.

It's good practice for that shithole, Philly,

and Stefan can take care of himself.

If Junior took that...

What?

If your super-signing Junior took the same head butt...

Come on, guys!

You want my job, and you don't even know it yet.

Hey! Lolo! You wanna try that cheap shot again?

I will bury you!

Get up!

(Player): Hey!

(Chuckling)

Guys, come on!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hold up! Hold up!

(Players shouting, indistinct)

That's enough!

One game! We've had one game!

And 2 of our best players are already brawling!

This shit right here cannot happen!

This is a team, all right?

And, you know, sometimes I feel sorry

for these guys that play individual sports,

'cause they're never gonna know that feeling

of winning as a tribe

when no one else thought it was possible.

And this team has that mix,

but we win nothing divided.

Now, come on!

Do it!

Now work hard for each other!

Together we fear no one in this league!

- Montreal! - (Team): Thunder!

What can you do?

Nolan!

Do you have a passport?

Might as well burn it. You won't be going anywhere.

Sure thing, Coach.

Hey, Gunn!

Do I get a second chance for that drink?

(? Pop on stereo )

(Groaning)

Ah!

So, the prince of darkness wants to give me advice?

I mean, you are the nation's milk-fed girl, so...

I've got secrets!

Bollocks!

"World's Dirtiest Soccer Tackles."

On YouTube?

- Mm-hmm! - Well...

(Christy laughing)

I kicked this Russian bitch in the face.

Yes!

Here we go!

(Crowd cheering on video)

(Whistle blowing)

You're an animal!

It was her or me!

She'd already fractured 2 ankles

and broken someone's femur that year.

You know how hard it is to break someone's femur?

Usually, you gotta hit 'em with a car.

I could do that, easy.

(Laughing)

Hey, you tell no one I busted her up on purpose!

And the uniform?

The long gone Charleston Voodoo.

The owner was David Rask, the auto-parts guy.

Mm-hmm?

He'd have all of his players over for these lavish meals,

ply us with Courvoisier

and try to get us to make out with each other.

Owners should piss off and sign the cheques!

That's all they should do.

That's why my mom kept forcing me to go there.

Not a lot of rich dudes signing cheques for women's soccer.

Then what say did she have?

She was my agent back then.

So Mommy Dearest.

Yeah!

You know what?

You wouldn't be the player you are

if it wasn't for your hard mom.

And as for that freaky owner,

you think I didn't suck dick for my first boot deal?

- (Chuckling): Oh! - Yeah!

At least you made bank afterwards.

And every day, I have to rinse that funk.

Well, in that case...

You gonna talk to Rocas, man?

You know, maybe you two should just try and makes peace.

Come on. We'll chill tomorrow and talk about it, all right?

I don't know, man.

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

(Dog barking in distance)

Hey!

Only one in 20 of us are gonna make it.

Why are you trying to make those shit odds even worse?

Thanks, brother.

I'm sorry, man.

I want to, but I can't.

You can't what?

Philadelphia.

Why not?

Coach benched me,

said he's not gonna take me to Philly, so...

Look, I can't bring the package back.

(Grunting)

You will go to Philadelphia.

You will bring that shit back...

Go! Go!

...or both our lives are done.

(Choking)

(Grunting loudly)

(Panting)

(Man on radio): Weather in Philadelphia Saturday

favours our boys.

It will be rainy and slick...

You just drive!

What do I write?

Referee is R�jean Cot�, a Montrealer.

Hometown referee bias. Write that.

Philly are forced to make changes

from that loss to New York.

Injuries: Roberts...

Knee injury?

Any weakness, any strength,

anything that gives me the edge when I pick a team,

I gotta know where I put my money.

Rui Costa called up to the first team.

Keep writing!

So he's not available for this game.

Good for him! But for the U21s...

(Car beeping)

Cheer up!

(Laughing)

Love making my bookie sad!

All that betting on U21s?

A lot in the pot.

Oz, Hong Kong, Singapore.

I mean, those guys bet on anything, anywhere, anytime.

(Child shouting in distance)

Mom, what would you say

to someone spending the days with you,

like a nurse?

Can't afford...

You just gave Peter money for Vegas.

He just got divorced!

He's a 35-year-old man.

(Sighing)

Years fighting for you.

I could have got you

big sponsors.

That's why I live like this.

Now you... you want strangers here!

Mom, you fainted on that mountain.

I want you to be safe, OK?

I'm afraid!

I'm afraid!

That's why you went up to the oratory.

We can go back tomorrow.

OK?

I have some time before the bus to Philadelphia.

Nice hustle!

They call my dad the King of Griffintown.

When I was kid, it was bad.

There was a war going on.

Bikers and the mob, gangs and cops.

(Chuckling)

Bombings and drive-bys.

Just real bad shit every day!

My old man held onto his little kingdom for 8 years.

Believed only in himself. He didn't trust anybody.

A few days ago,

the parole board decided my old man's never leaving prison.

He's gonna die there.

Yeah, I keep acting like he taught me to...

(Stammering)

Look, I came here to apologize,

all right, to ask for a second chance to help this team.

I never go back on player decisions.

Nolan, listen to me.

Six months ago, I came to Montreal.

It hasn't been all sunshine,

but I got a second chance here.

Because you were honest, like a man,

I'm gonna give you one too.

One.

You're on that bus to Philly.

Thank you, sir.

(Exhaling sharply)

(Speaking Mandarin)

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He matches your brother's description. Same name.

The foreman said he left Ormston for Montreal yesterday.

He will know for sure in 3 hours.

How sure are you?

Call your mom with the good news.

And after, you bring him here anytime.

It's good to feel connected to home,

the good and the bad.

Which is that?

Oh, this, my friend, is my grandfather's.

Makes me proud.

Also reminds me of the bad things I did,

and try to keep them locked away in a safe place.

(Siren wailing)

Not a cent hidden anywhere?

? R&B on stereo ?

All frozen.

Parents will let you down.

Yeah.

Enjoy it while it lasts, asshole!

I can't go back to that humiliation.

I need to finish school here.

I need money.

(Chuckling)

You're asking me for the 10 G's a month that your father paid?

A loan, one year.

(Chuckling): I don't have it!

So you better get your sexy ass onto Sugardaddy.com.

Fuck you!

I was just kidding!

Allo, Maman! Maman!

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(Laughing)

Mwah!

(Sighing)

You're late, you find your own way.

Same rules for everybody. Let's go.

Are you kidding me? Seven hours!

I'm counting on you to control the centre, all right?

Keep position, look to feed the runners, all right?

You wanna explain that?

You were late.

From day one, I was just

the owner's girl to you, wasn't I?

I never stood a chance.

I'm gonna do you a favour and forget about this.

Now you're doing me a favour?

This is not your retirement plan!

A coach needs the same discipline as a player,

more, even, because you get hardly anything back!

- I know about sacrifice. - Then show some!

I'm trying to turn this franchise around.

- You treat it like a summer job. - Ethics now?

I didn't get booted out of my country

for selling players on the sly.

(Door slamming)

(Sighing)

(All cheering)

? ?

(Man on radio): Montreal won't let

this hostile crowd rattle them.

And Rocas came with a plan.

(Players shouting, indistinct)

This is a really nice buildup from the guests.

A sloppy clearance by Philadelphia.

A chance here.

A lovely kickoff from Tran to tee it up!

Oh! Simply stunning from Nolan Gallard!

- Yes! - World-class striker!

(Crowd cheering and applauding)

(All cheering)

(Players shouting, indistinct)

$12 to $20 an hour for a personal care worker.

OK, uh, what are their qualifications?

(Woman on radio): Nancy Colgate for the PTR News.

Here's Bill Crest with the weather...

And how much for a full RN?

...coming in from the Eastern Seaboard...

(Sighing)

Do I have a good job?

Uh, I don't really know what I have right now.

I better call you back.

- Final whistle! - Thanks.

Nolan Gallard breaks Philly hearts.

Our northern upstarts remain unbeaten

and go to 2-0 on the season.

(Chuckling)

(Siren beeping and cars honking)

Let me work your business with you.

I don't make much...

(Chuckling)

...and you know nothing.

I've got a 4.2 from the country's toughest med school.

I know odds.

2:1, 3:1, 10:1 aren't predictions.

They're numbers that the bookie adjusts

so that people bet on both sides,

so I know the odds are beatable.

What they all say.

Beatable if they have an edge.

Game fixing now?

These players don't make anything, easy to bribe.

Canadian cops don't care.

But we both know the gamblers around the world do,

betting millions on obscure games.

(? Rap on stereo )

How would you fix a game?

The referee.

- I'd buy a referee. - OK.

But it's not that easy, you know.

Bikers, the mob. You're stepping on scary toes.

You gotta make a move,

or you're always gonna be just a boy.

But thanks to your little sideline,

you know every player and every referee on the U21 league.

So, you need this boy now, don't you?

(Chuckling softly)

Are you gonna do everything I tell you?

- Montreal! - (Team): Thunder!

- Montreal! - Thunder!

(All cheering)

- Who scored? - Nolan scored!

- Montreal! - Thunder!

- Montreal! - Thunder!

- Montreal! - Thunder!

(All cheering)

(Team grunting rhythmically)

(All cheering)

(Sighing)

(Knocking on door)

(Exhaling sharply)

(All cheering)

OK, that's enough!

Keep it down!

Border in 15 minutes. This is no joke.

Anyone screws around, you will be left here,

I promise you.

Players. Four coaches.

The last two here, those 2 gentlemen,

are equipment managers.

- Oh man, that dog looks hungry! - It smells fear.

Well, it's gonna love snacking on a Chibougamau white boy,

that's for sure.

What? Brown guys clearly get all the love at the border.

Am I right, Irish?

(Dog panting)

(Barking)

(Barking)

(Man on TV, indistinct)

(Door opening)

(Sighing)

Hey!

Hey, you should be sleeping.

Mr. Bamba called.

He said he found him.

Why... Why didn't he call me himself?

He could not reach you.

Tsk!

(Knocking on door)

Is he with you?

By morning.

But we need another 5 G's.

To make that happen fast, I had my 4 best men on it.

I gotta pay them tonight, or they walk away,

or we may lose your brother for good.

OK, OK, OK.

Hey, kid.

OK. Here.

Don't worry.

Perfect.

You made your family whole.

(Voice-mail): Hey, you've reached Nolan.

Leave a message.

(Voice-mail beeping)

You're fucking dead!

(Door buzzing)

(? They Want Me Dead by Jazz Cartier ?)

Dad.

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