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["Anybody Wanna Party" by Gloria Gaynor]

[moaning]

[beeping]

[beeping continues]

[beeping stops]

-[disco playing] -[laughing]

[horn honking]

[engine idling]

[vehicle departs]

[man] Morning, baba. Looking for your car, no?

Yes.

[in Zulu] Follow me.

The second I saw it, I thought to myself, "I want to know who owns that car."

But how do you know it's me?

Red MG Midget convertible Roadster.

That must be what? 1970...

'71. And it was cherry red.

See? Told you I could help.

It stands out from the rest, like you, Master Blaze.

How do you know my...

name?

Oh, sorry, uh... Let me--

Don't worry, my brother.

Next time.

How do you know there's going to be a next time?

You'll be back. Hmm?

[sighs]

[woman, in English] You ready for it?

[mumbling]

-Uh-huh? -Yeah.

-Uh-huh? -Yeah.

-Uh-huh? -Yeah.

Oh, wait, let me guess.

Gloria fucking Gaynor? It's just a song.

-[in Zulu] But I used to love that song. -Let it go, B.

-I really loved that song-- -It's just a goddamn coincidence!

But every time, Lesego.

Every goddamn time I hear that song it makes me think of you and Delilah.

What about the boy? Shouldn't you have saved the boy too?

[chuckling, in English] Chill, man. Fuck.

You ended up with the bitch anyway, right?

So... [clears throat] I'm gonna need you on tap today.

[in Zulu] I can't. I've got a lot going on today.

[in English] Who butters your bread?

-Fuck that. Who butters your toast? -Do you realize what day it is today?

Eighty percent of your fucking revenue comes from one player.

Tell me, who that be?

-Huh, B? Who that be? -Yeah.

On tap. The whole fucking day.

[funk music on radio]

[music continues]

[music stops]

Don't think that we didn't see you coming.

[man laughing]

Who's, uh, Natalie?

I know that you're trying to steal all my clients.

Yeah, but the last time I checked, you only had two, so--

Three. By the end of today.

Three? Ah, Herve Toure?

Right, right, right. The new big hope, the African Iniesta.

-But you haven't closed him yet, have you? -No.

-No. -It's done.

It's done?

Like Willian to Liverpool? We all know what happened there.

-Well, he went to Chelsea instead. -Exactly. That's my point.

You see, I... I'm the Roman Abramovich of agents, okay?

I get who I want, when I want, how I want.

And I'm gonna destroy you, Blaze.

I'm gonna destroy you just for the hell of it.

Just to show the world how insignificant you really are.

You know why I'm gonna destroy you? You know why I can destroy you?

-Why? -Because I drive a Porsche,

and you drive a piece of shit beat down MG from the stone fucking ages. No--

Because you drive Natalie's beat down piece of shit MG

from the stone fucking ages.

That's why.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

-Oh. -[engine starts]

And, uh...

the big fish eat the little ones, Baffour.

I didn't take you for a Radiohead fan, French fry.

[in French] You know you're a fucking amateur.

You know I fuck your mother and you too, motherfucker? You know that or not?

[in English] And by tonight, your career will be crushed.

It's vintage.

Yeah, you're vintage.

I've been calling you since 4:00 this morning. I thought...

Yes, I-- Look, I know.

What the hell happened?

-It's a long story. -[sighs]

I'm not even sure I remember most of it myself.

Hey.

-Her face. -[sighs]

And these clothes, are they from yesterday?

I didn't have time to come by and change.

-And you've got some buttons missing. -Yes.

-Why would you do this? Today of all days. -It's not like it was planned, Mom, okay?

[grunts]

-It only takes one drink, Slindile. -Yeah.

Now, Chris, he wants to see you, urgently.

Go on.

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator music playing]

[moaning]

[moaning continues]

[moaning]

[moaning]

[elevator bell dings]

Good luck.

You're late.

And you look like shit.

If this is about J.P., I know and I'm glad, okay.

You shouldn't be, mate.

-You hired the prick in the first place. -And why did I hire him, Blaze?

Because in 18 months of starting this business,

you've brought in a grand total of two clients. Two.

J.P. has been here three months, and he's already on 16.

He already came with ten, all right?

Chris, do you think he gives a goddamn about the clients that he represents?

I don't care if you give a good goddamn.

It's about results and you ain't getting them.

It's about winning, and you, my friend, are busy losing.

-I got the biggest striker in the country. -One you can't wait to get rid of.

-You of all people should understand why. -Oh, save me the sob story, Sli.

We all have our crosses to bear. Innit?

When I gave you the capital to start this agency,

your target, your target for yourself was eight clients.

Yeah, we're growing slower than expected, but we gonna get there.

The time for "we'll get there" has passed.

You've got just over 18 hours before the transfer window closes.

Number one, you will keep Lesego as a client.

Number two, you will keep Vuyo as a client.

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

-I will close him. -Oh, you better, mate.

Because we've already sunk 200 K into him. Do you understand me?

-Otherwise, it's just a fuck-up. -Otherwise?

Otherwise, shut the fuck up and listen, Blaze.

Otherwise, you and me are done.

I'll pull the plug on the agency.

You wanna spend your life on the ground floor, be my guest.

-I prefer it up here in the sky. -[knocking]

[woman] I have Thierry Henry on line one.

Thanks, Nix. Put him through in ten seconds.

Your day of reckoning has arrived, my son.

Good luck.

Ticktock. Get the fuck out.

[phone ringing]

Thierry.

How are you, mate? How's Brussels?

[Godi] Shanmugam,

you know we don't comment on our players' personal lives, please.

What's our official response?

Our official response is "no comment."

Godi Zulu, Ace Management.

[laughing]

Vuyo? Vuyo's future is with Apollo FC.

Any rumors suggesting otherwise are false, okay? Thank you. Bye.

So, what's going on?

We have just under 18 hours to keep our players away from J.P.,

and we need to close that deal with Herve.

Or else what?

Or else you and I are both on the street looking for another job. That's what.

I was gonna leave you anyway.

When I took this job, it was because I believed in you,

but how can I believe in you when you can't even believe in yourself?

The Blaze that hired me was a fighter.

When did you lose your edge, player?

I never did, player.

Hmm, we'll see. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt till the end of day.

Good. That's all I need.

Yeah, but first things first. The vultures are circling on Vuyo.

Yeah, I know.

I just need you to keep them at arm's length, all right?

-I've got a plan. -Is it true?

-What? -Kimmy.

Cheating on him, with his teammate?

Yes, it is true, but we're gonna bury the story before it even goes out.

Must be hard, considering you were best man at their wedding.

Look, Godi-- [thumps on desk] I don't have time for this.

I need to take a shower and have a quick change.

Yeah. No argument there. Go.

Come back when you're ready to go to war!

-You look like shit. -I know.

-I was on my way home before you called-- -What are we gonna do about Vuyo?

Keep him.

Why should I? His wife's having an affair with my backup defensive midfielder.

-Zoe, the key word here is "backup." -Regardless.

It's causing dressing room unrest, and I just can't have it. So no.

Sell Pascal. Problem solved.

If only it were that easy, because guess who his agent is.

Are you fucking kidding me? J.P.

And he doesn't mind collecting commission while his player rides the bench.

So he's not exactly fielding offers for him, but...

if someone were to make me an offer...

How much do you want?

Well, he is still a good little player,

and I'd only be able to replace him in the next window.

-So we looking at what? Three? -[scoffs]

-400,000. -Fair.

With add-ons for appearances and titles, obviously.

To the value of?

200,000, last I spoke to him. So... 600,000 in total.

And I'll let you negotiate your commission with Pascal.

Then I'm gonna keep Vuyo.

[breathes deeply] But Blaze, just sort out his love life.

I'm on it, okay.

Doesn't really look like you're on it.

-And this? -They always comp me a room here, so,

you should use it to freshen up and look the part at least.

-Thank you. -Andrea!

Andrea, ask them to pick up a suit for my good friend Blaze here.

Can he valet my car?

Give him your keys.

So cheeky.

All of this... out of the kindness of your heart?

[door closes]

[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... ♪

[man groans]

[snorts]

[birds chirping]

Chérie?

Pascal, um, I've gotta go. I'm sorry.

[scoffs] What's waiting for you anyway?

My life.

[chuckles] Come on. Just...

let it wait a little longer.

[Godi] Uh-huh. [laughs]

Yeah, okay, yeah. No comment. Yeah.

Hey! War.

-Huh. -[laughs]

-♪ What is it good for? ♪ -♪ Absolutely nothing ♪

-♪Sing it again ♪ -♪Huh ♪

Backup?

Temptations over Edwin Starr's version, any day.

[laughs] You're only saying that because popular culture loved Starr's version.

Doesn't mean it was any good.

You better retract that statement if you still wanna work here. Immediately.

-Ooh. -[laughs]

Please get me the Baresi brothers on line one.

[Godi] Antonio or Leon?

Either. Wait, wait... Leon.

Yeah, well, you'll probably get them both anyway.

Leon.

Put him through.

[beeps]

Leon, my brother, how's Durban?

[Leon] Hot, humid, crawling with goosa.

Glad to hear that.

[man] Ah, you know what? Cut the bullshit, Blaze.

Antonio, is that you? Am I on loudspeaker there?

-[Godi] You're on speaker. -[Antonio] You are on speaker.

Look, guys, it's no secret that you are looking for a defensive midfielder, right?

[Leon] Let me guess. You're gonna sell us the next Patrick Vieira?

No, even better.

I got Pascal, the most underrated holding midfielder in the game.

[Antonio] Ah, never heard of him.

[Leon] Antonio, it's that kid from Apollo FC.

Sat on the bench most of last season.

-[Antonio] Who? Pascal? -Look. He's wasted at Apollo.

I think this guy deserves the first 11 in your team.

[Leon] The few games he played last season, he was decent.

-Good strength. Likes to get forward. -[Antonio groaning]

Leon, you know what? I'm not convinced, eh?

Apollo's selling.

[Antonio] We're close to a deal with someone else.

[Leon] 95% done, Blaze.

Look, I get it, and with all due respect,

all I'm saying is that you don't want to put all your eggs in one basket

on the last day of the window, right?

[beeps]

[rock music on headphones]

[phone ringing]

[female electronic voice] Incoming call from Blaze.

[woman] Answer.

Blaze, can the curse of January end already for LFC?

I don't know. Can it? I mean, what do you want me to say?

Out of both cups in the space of a week, we only have top four to play for.

Yeah, at this rate, we won't even make it to the top six.

We need Mane back from AFCON. I don't know. W-We need him, Jade.

Yeah, well, hopefully by then we'll still be in the running.

Nice glasses, by the way. Vintage Blaze.

For the real reason why I called now. Kim's having an affair--

-With Pascal. -How do you know?

Ask no questions, hear no lies.

Vuyo called. He said she didn't show up last night.

Well, she's at Pascal's place.

Our reporter caught them leaving a nightclub last night.

Damn. Did-- Did you run it yet?

I told him to hold.

I'm sure the rags must be having a field day.

No, it hasn't hit the mainstream yet. You could still put a lid on it.

Buy me some time, Jade.

-[beeping] -You got over 15 hours.

I see you're practicing your handling.

-Hey. How does it look? -[laughs]

-You look like Maradona. Hmm? -Hmm.

Warming up to face West Germany. '86 World Cup Final.

-Did they win? -What do you think, hmm?

And no, this time there was no "hand of God."

-Ready to go? -Yeah, I just wanna play a little bit.

But then we'll be here the whole day. Just take the ball with you.

Yeah but what's the rush?

You don't have a deal, remember?

You say it's guaranteed.

Yeah, but nothing is guaranteed until you sign on the dotted line.

-And if it not happen? -Herve,

I wouldn't fly in and out of Abidjan,

if I didn't believe that we have a real shot here, okay?

Yesterday, you said you'd come in the afternoon and then pick me up.

And then go do the deal with Marlboro United.

Yeah. Yesterday was yesterday. All right?

Today, you come with me to the office. We don't leave until your deal is done.

Yeah?

Sit.

[sighs]

And then?

If there's one thing that you do today, Miss G,

please let it be not letting Herve out of your sight.

-Are you worried about J.P.? -Who else?

Just keep him preoccupied.

Maybe clear out the boardroom and let him play with the ball.

-Who's gonna repair the broken windows? -Marlboro.

Hmm. Sharp.

Did you get Pascal's address?

-Pow! -Thank you.

What are you going to do with that?

-Save Vuyo's marriage. -Hmm.

Maybe they're better off apart. I mean, life does happen.

No, they just took the easy way out.

They need someone to remind them of that fact.

Thank you.

[in Zulu] Hey, there.

[in vernacular] No, yoh, yoh, yoh, yoh. It's really you.

Yeah, it's me.

Hey. You were my favorite Marlboro United player.

That goal you scored in injury time against AmaZulu. Yoh, ta-Blaze.

-Bob saved Super Bowl semifinals, no? -Yoh, ta-Blaze, yoh!

What a goal. Like an arrow into the top corner, ta-Blaze.

-[laughs] -Listen, Blaze, big man,

please, can I take a picture with you?

Yeah, sure.

And your autograph please.

[muttering, indistinct]

[camera clicks]

Thanks, Blaze.

-What's your name? -Monte.

[muttering]

-Monte. -Yes?

-Can you do me a favor? -Sure thing, boss.

Can you let me in without calling Pascal?

Sorry, I can't. It's against the rules. I have to call him first.

Unless, unless you can do something for me.

Okay. Sure, if I can.

This security thing is a dangerous business.

You saw for yourself I can be responsible.

Big man, oh, big man, can you get me a job at your work?

Yeah.

Please write down your email address and phone number.

-[mutters] -I'm begging you, ta-Blaze.

Okay.

Thank you, thank you, big man.

Listen, Blaze. Understand that this is our secret.

[whispers]

-It's really you. -[laughs]

-Sharp, no? -Thank you, Blaze.

[music on stereo, muffled]

["I Bet" by Makio]

[moaning]

[in English] It's gonna be your turn soon.

-[laughs] -[woman] Please.

There's still some more remaining.

[snorting]

[moaning]

-What the fuck, man? -[woman gasps] Blaze!

Kimmy, why don't you wait for me downstairs?

Why? Why should I?

Because I was the best man at your fucking wedding. Maybe that's why.

[sighs] But she's fucking happy right now with me.

-Dude. Stay out of it. -[man scoffs]

[in vernacular] Blaze, we're over, so I don't know why you're here.

[in English] I'm your friend, Kim,

and I want what's best for you.

Walk away.

[music continues]

[sighs]

Let's have a chat.

[scoffs] Are you fucking crazy?

You know what? I think I should call the cops.

Tell me, are you happy riding bench all season?

And picking up your paycheck just for making training?

Yeah, I know. It's how it is, okay? There's nothing I can do about it.

If you had a decent agent, he'd get you a move

for regular first team football.

Yeah, but Jean Pierre says I have my chances.

Zoe doesn't think so.

So unless there's an injury crisis, you're nowhere near starting.

I'll take my chances.

Very well.

I could get you a really good deal with Berea FC,

a team on the up based in Durban.

You could rebuild your career and your life on the coast.

What's wrong with that?

But if you wanna stay and dig your own grave with J.P., then...

that's on you.

-[scoffs] How much? -Six hundred thou.

Including appearance and performance bonuses.

-Is it a sure thing or what? -As sure as anything in life, brother.

You just give me the green light and I'll make it happen.

'Cause if you don't, I'm not staying away from Vuyo's Kim.

-Forget about her. -[sneers]

She's in your past now.

As a bonus, I won't tell Zoe about your... [snorts] habit.

Fine. Okay.

On condition that you kick it.

I mean you kick this shit out of your life.

You're a professional fucking football player.

Okay. Okay.

Good.

I'm glad we understand each other.

Why didn't you say anything?

[in vernacular] Because, Blaze, I didn't want to disappoint you.

And I didn't need you judging me.

[in English] Kim, no one is judging you here.

-I just want what's best for you and Vuyo. -Well, we're a mess.

If you really want to separate, get a divorce.

-I can make it happen. -How?

One call to Jade. The whole country, the rest of the world, they know.

-That's your marriage. Gone. -Maybe...

-Maybe it's for the best. -Then why start something with Pascal?

You think I started all of this shit?

[in vernacular] Ask your good friend Vuyo.

-Hmm? -What did he do?

[in English] Uh, fucking little whores all over the country.

Every single time he plays an away game, every time, Blaze.

-You sure? -Yeah.

[vernacular] So I thought, well, fuck him. 'Cause two can play that fucking game.

-[in English] You did this to get revenge? -I mean, yeah. At first.

But now...

now I feel like I still wanna be with that son of a bitch.

Let's go.

[in vernacular] You see? You see what I have to deal with? A child.

I feel like I told you not to smoke that shit in the house, Vuyo.

You don't get to tell me what to do.

Vuyo. Put it out.

[exhales]

How am I supposed to feel?

How am I supposed to feel, Blaze?

[Blaze] Hmm?

How would you feel if your wife was banging one of your teammates?

I'm not picking sides here. From what I hear, you are both to blame.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Ask him who started this. Huh?

Ah, it happened just one time, man. One time.

You're lying. Why are you so addicted to your lies?

You know what? I actually don't give a fuck anymore.

His career is more important than I am.

-I come second in his life. -Who bought you the studio you wanted?

[in English] Just because you spent coins on what I do,

doesn't mean you give two shits about it, Vuyo.

Vuyo, in her defense, she's an amazing photographer, no?

It wouldn't hurt just to show a little interest in what she does.

[in vernacular] She doesn't take an interest in my career, huh?

[in English] All she does is use it as a stick to beat me with.

I mean, are we really doing this?

I'm speaking to you now, not as your agent, but as your best man.

Know what you said when you were waiting for Kim to walk down the aisle?

What?

You said, "I'm the luckiest man alive."

Yes, it was corny as fuck, but you meant it. What happened?

And you.

[scoffs]

You know what you said to me, the day you met Vuyo?

You looked at me and said, "Blaze, I'm gonna get that man."

Those were your words, young lady. Not mine.

You should be in love, building a future together.

Make me an uncle, a-- a godfather, something.

Now I'm speaking to you as your agent.

We have showdown talks with Apollo FC this afternoon.

And if you don't rock up with Kim in your arms,

Zoe's gonna toss you out first chance she gets.

I've done my best. The rest is up to you.

Now you fix it!

I'm not a fucking marriage counselor.

[Jade] Yeah. Yeah, I know, but... but you can't doubt yourself, Bax.

Listen, when you came over and took Kaizer's boys,

you won the double in your first season.

[female electronic voice] Incoming call from Blaze.

Answer. Listen, Bax, I will have to call you later, okay?

But trust me,

Bafana would be lucky to have you as their next man after Shakes.

Okay. Speak soon.

[beep]

Stuart Baxter?

He calls me for advice sometimes.

I guess he's gonna get a second crack at that Bafana gig.

Hmm. Whisper it softly.

So a little birdie tells me that Berea FC is looking for a defensive midfielder.

-I need a name. -Frankie Berahino.

-Burundi international? -Yup. Same one.

I need the name of his representative.

Some Latvian guy. Hang on. Let me check his name.

Victor Schmeltz.

-Is that the agent? -I think he's the manager.

Like there's a fucking difference.

Okay. [giggling]

Rewind. Why do you care?

I get a buyer for Pascal. I save Vuyo's career and marriage.

-That's two birds with one stone. -Ah, I see.

So you want to trip up the Berahino deal,

so that the Pascal deal goes through instead?

-Aha. Back of the net, baby. -You better move quick.

From what I'm hearing, the deal is 95% done.

I'm only interested in the other 5%.

[knocks]

Twelve hours, 49 minutes and 23 seconds.

Finally, he looks like a real agent. Don't look so miserable either.

Liverpool will win the title again one day soon.

-It's only been 28 years. [chuckling] -Twenty-seven.

-And we're in great form this season. -[blows raspberry]

Do you know anything about a Victor Schmeltz?

Real piece of work. Stalwart. Been in the game decades.

So do you know him, or do you know him?

We've done business with a few of his players, yeah.

What can I do to get him to turn his back on a deal?

You have to give him something he can't get anywhere else.

-Which is? -A cure for his chronic benign back pain.

-Benign back pain? -Yeah. Phantom pains.

He's been to every medical expert in the country.

Spent a fortune on every opinion available.

Still gets the pains.

Spends most of his life at a spa, getting massages.

Not that kind. [chuckling]

I still don't see an "in" here.

Well, you know any priests, faith healers or reiki masters on speed dial?

Thanks. That helps.

-Twelve hours what? -Forty-seven minutes and ten seconds.

Gotcha.

[pop music in headphones]

[beep]

[phone rings]

Mila?

-[in French] How are you, Sli? -You busy?

[in English] Uh, yeah. I just started that new internship, remember?

Yeah, yeah, I do. I do. How's that going for you?

Printing mostly, so pretty fucking boring.

But we've all gotta pay our dues sometime, right?

Sure.

Listen, babycakes. I need you.

Is it your mom? Arthritis playing up again?

No, Ma's fine.

Better than she's ever been, actually. Thanks to you.

-But it is related. -To Auntie Magoba?

To your calling.

Your faith healing skills.

Don't use that term, dude. I was raised Catholic.

You know your great Japanese granddad will be disappointed to hear you say that.

But my mother, on the other hand, will be beaming with pride.

Babycakes, I know there's no guarantees, but... I really need you on this one.

Well, I did do a course in reiki, in West Virginia.

But that was more my dad than anyone else, dude.

And you passed with flying colors.

Ah, I might've helped a few people here and there,

but that's not to say that I've got some kind of a gift, or a calling,

-or whatever they wanna call it. -All I need you to do is just try. Okay?

-Whose it for? -An associate.

He's having some troubles with an old back injury.

-A business associate? -Look. He manages players, okay?

And I need to offer him something for him to turn his back on a deal.

-Are you messin' with me, dude? -I'm not messing with you, babycakes.

Bro, this is why I moved to Joburg. To avoid calls like this.

And because, you know, I'm busy pursuing my true calling here.

-I'm an actor. -I understand and I get that, okay?

-I can't just drop everything. -And I'll owe you one.

You know what? [sighs]

I'm sorry but the answer is "bad timing."

[beep]

[pop music on headphones]

Seriously, dude? Seriously?

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't a last resort.

Nicki, harder.

[moaning]

[phone vibrating]

Christopher, how did I know you'd call?

How did I know you'd answer, Zo?

I take it you're calling me about dear Blaze.

If he doesn't meet his targets by the end of the day,

he's all yours, love.

Blaze is the least of my problems.

Don't play it down, Zo.

You've had a hard-on for him since day one.

For some unexplainable reason, he's just so desperately loyal to you,

even though you treat him like shit.

Maybe all the potential we saw in him was just that, nothing but potential.

[Mila] Where are we going?

[Blaze] Word has it that this guy spends all his day at the Meta Spa

doing business in between back massages.

Not those kind.

I'm still not hearing what's in this for me.

-I'll help you get a foot in the door. -Really? Really?

-Yes. Really. -'Cause here's the thing.

I'm an actor, but there's no use in being an actor unless I'm working.

I need an agent.

And you can't just get in with the heavyweights.

You have to prove you don't need an agent to get one.

It's sort of like applying for a loan at a bank.

I'm sure I have a connection.

You are the connection. I want you to rep me.

-I don't rep actors. -Yeah, but you know lots about repping.

Do we have a deal?

[sighs]

-Deal. -Yes! Let's go.

Christopher, it's like you want the child to fail.

Zo, you don't understand him. Not the way I do. Never have.

He's a broken man. Everywhere he goes, he's broken.

You know what? Then fix him.

You can't fix what's broken, Zo.

-[door opens] -What the fuck?

Look, Victor. I know you don't know me, but...

after today, I think you'll want to.

-[sighs] -[door closes]

[sighs] Who are you?

I'm Mila and I think that I can help you with your back, sir.

So you know, I work with Christopher Kilembe.

Oh, you know Chris?

He's my partner.

I understand that you and him have done some-- business in the past.

[sighs]

How close are you to confirming that Berahino deal to Berea FC?

Done deal.

Have you logged it online on the FIFA TMS system?

-No, not yet. -Then it's not a done deal, now, is it?

What if I told you that Mila here could get rid of those pains in your back?

[laughing]

Listen, China. I've had people flown in from all around the world. Nothing.

This one, she's just a little girl.

Not just a little girl. She has the magic touch.

I've seen it myself.

She healed my mother from chronic arthritis in her leg.

She also healed her uncle from paralysis, after he fell...

eight stories, while up working on a window frame.

The doctor said he'd never walk again, but this one...

is a real reiki master.

He's making me sound like I'm some kind of divine prophet. I'm not.

At this stage, what have you got to lose, sir?

-Call me Vic. -Victor.

I'm gonna need one to two hours max,

and by then I should know if I'll be able to help you.

What do you think... Vic?

What do I tell the player?

You tell the player that stability is what he needs in his life right now.

[groans] Okay.

Let me tell you something.

I only call the deal off if there's a real improvement.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

[Lesego] Hey, what up, B?

-It's crazy, Les. -It's about to get a little crazier.

What do you mean?

So Nina tells me she's coming back early from Cape Town

for this photo shoot she was doing.

Her plane lands at five to 2:00. I need you to pick her up for me, okay?

-Well, thank God for Uber. -Now why the hell would I do that?

I mean, why wouldn't you get an Uber?

Hey, yo, B. I need you to keep her preoccupied for me.

Because I can't have her come early to my hotel room, you feel me?

I feel you, B. But unfortunately, I can't help you.

Look, Les, I'm your agent, not your damn PA.

Oh, well, you're forcing me to go look for agent services elsewhere.

-It's not like I don't have offers. -Are you blackmailing me right now?

I need an agent who's got my back, no matter what!

Send me the damn flight details.

Ah, attaboy, attaboy! Peace out.

Maestro. Put that away.

Oh-oh. Oh-oh. Ah.

[Godi whispering] Hey, hey. Come over here. Come.

What is it?

There's a lady waiting for you in there. She says it's personal.

-Okay. -Seems nice.

Thank you. I'll take care of it, Miss G.

I will take care of it, Miss G, me.

["Anybody Wanna Party" by Gloria Gaynor]

[funk music on stereo]

Ho!

Whoa!

Tequila. Tequila.

Just like old times. Just you and me hanging out.

[sniffs]

Oh, yeah!

Hmm.

Yes. [sniffs]

Fuck shit up! [groans]

[sniffs] Fuck shit up. Fuck shit up!

Ah. Yes, now.

[whistling]

[in Zulu] Look, look, look. Nine o'clock. Whoa!

[Blaze] I guess you're hoping that she's looking at you,

even though you do have a girlfriend.

So why don't we just find out?

[in Zulu] This is what I'll do.

[muttering, laughs]

Watch this, watch this.

[no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

[in Zulu] So? What happened?

[in English] No, no, it's just attitude, you know.

I'll have her worn down by the end of the night. [sniffs]

Come on.

She was giving you bat the whole time. Why don't you just take the hint?

I think she's had a few.

[Gloria Gaynor] ♪ Love, sweet love Won't you be good to me? ♪

♪You could set me free Come on, set me free ♪

Uh-uh.

Uh-uh.

It's goddamn Gloria Gaynor. It don't mean nothing, B.

It means something.

Oh, boy.

-[in Zulu] Hey. Sit down. -Why?

-[in English] Just let it go! -You think something's gonna happen?

All right?

You let it go.

-Hey. Was my friend bothering you? -He was starting to.

I'm sorry, I won't let it happen again. Okay?

Why would he think I'd know him?

Because he's an asshole like that.

-Is he supposed to be somebody famous? -Well, not supposed to be. He is.

-But he's still an asshole. -[laughs]

-Maybe you should get better friends. -Or maybe I should get better clients.

[laughs]

♪ Anybody wanna party? ♪

♪ Anybody wanna party down tonight? ♪

♪ Anybody wanna party? Anybody wanna party? ♪

♪ Hey, hey, get down ♪

What's my name?

Don't know. Haven't asked you.

Guess.

-Shannon? -[laughs] Not even close.

Megan?

-Way off. -Natasha?

Warmer.

♪ Anybody wanna party down tonight? ♪

♪ Anybody wanna party? Anybody wanna party? ♪

♪ Anybody wanna party down tonight? ♪

♪ Anybody wanna party? Anybody wanna party? ♪

♪ Love sweet love Won't you be good to me? ♪

♪ You could set me free ♪

♪ Come on, set me free ♪

♪ We could dance 'Neath the pale moon night ♪

♪ Feeling good tonight Feeling good tonight ♪

♪ I'm a person with a passion For some livin' ♪

♪ Can't help givin' my body A real good time ♪

♪ I'm a sucker for the music And the laughter ♪

♪ I know right after That lovin' is soon sublime ♪

♪ Anybody wanna party down tonight? ♪

[music continues]

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