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FICTIONAL SERIES INSPIRED IN PUBLICLY KNOWN FACTS.
IT DOES NOT INTEND TO BE A FAITHFUL PORTRAYAL OF REALITY.
A NETFLIX SERIES
Our top story tonight, Octavio Agudelo,
the well-known sports manager and entrepreneur, was murdered yesterday.
His lifeless body was found inside a vehicle
which had been shot five times with a 38-caliber firearm.
One of the shots was aimed directly at his head.
This is the second president of a soccer team
to be murdered in Colombia in recent years.
Both murders have happened in Medellín.
Investigators believe this horrid crime happened during the clásico match
between Atlético Nacional and América de Cali.
[reporters clamoring]
[camera shutter clicking]
[clamoring continues]
[reporter 2] Okay. Excuse me, excuse me. Thank you. Let me through, let me through.
[dramatic sting]
[phone ringing]
-[phone clicks] -[Andrés] Hello?
[Santiago] Congratulations.
[chuckles] Ah. See?
I told you I'd take you down out there.
-It wasn't so bad. -[chuckles]
-Oh, and thanks. -What for?
For not stepping on my foot. [chuckles]
Well, you're lucky you're my brother. [chuckles]
Hey, before you leave, are you coming to the house?
I don't think that's a good idea.
Why not? What's up?
Well, we couldn't lose, Andrés.
This is fucked up.
[exhales] Let's talk later, okay?
[dial tone]
[man] When was the last time you saw Mr. Agudelo, Coach?
[Pacho] Well, uh…
It was right after the match we played against Millonarios.
[man] There is serious evidence
that the hit was ordered by the cartel in Cali.
Therefore, it's not a minor crime.
Anything you share with us will be imperative to the investigation.
Yes, of course. Understood.
[doorbell rings]
Excuse me.
[man] Well, we should get going.
Oh…
Don't disappear.
I'll have more questions to ask you later.
I hope you have a good day.
[Pacho] Same to you.
[man clears throat] Good morning.
-Hi. Good morning. Have a good day. -[woman] Uh, I'll walk you out.
-[man] Thank you. -[woman] Come with me.
-Hernán. -Pacho.
This looks really bad.
Agudelo was right.
It's no longer a sport.
They're starting a war.
Ready for the funeral?
I don't know, man.
I'm not sure about this. It really doesn't seem wise to attend.
No, Pacho, not going is worse.
I already talked to the boys, you know?
And said they had to attend.
You know, regardless of who Agudelo was,
I think we have to stand strong together.
Hmm?
[Pacho exhales]
You know, last night I felt like Santiago…
was worried somehow.
As he should be.
No one expected any of this violence.
I don't think it's the end.
What worries me is that they'll connect him to Medellín.
No.
Nothing's going to happen to Sachi.
This is just between the owners.
I don't know.
We don't know who's calling the shots.
[sighs] Well, son,
nothing to hide, nothing to fear.
I think one has to show one's face. Never hide. You hear me?
Always show your face.
Damn. [chuckles]
You never did learn how to tie your tie properly.
I think it looks pretty good.
And mine?
[engine shuts off]
[Cumbia music playing faintly]
[man] Why can't you help out
instead of spending your money on motorcycles and crap?
If you have so much money and you can't help, you should leave.
Get out of here.
-Motherfucker. Go piss off, you pussy. -Let's see who leaves first.
This is my dad's property.
Who pays every bill under this roof?
Yeah, I do! What do you help out with?
-What do you-- Motherfucker! -Look, you motherfucker!
[both grunting]
-[Quique grunting] -[man yelling in pain]
[Higuita] Quique's late. Where is he?
All right. Grandma.
I'm gonna go 'cause I can't wait for this guy anymore.
-[Grandma] Okay. -Huh.
You need to button up.
-But this is how we wear it. -Why don't you call him?
No, there's no point in calling him. They don't even put him on the phone.
[Grandma] God be with you.
-Bye, Grandma. -Be careful.
[boy 1 chuckles]
[boy 2] Oh yeah? So what do you have?
[boy 1] Like a gram.
-[boy 3] Bullshit. Whatever, dude. -[boy 2] Sure, idiot. I don't buy it.
Ooh, look at him. Where's he going?
-What's up? -[boy 3] Hey, you getting married, bro?
-[Higuita] Uh-uh. -Have a drink for us.
[Higuita] Go shower, and I'll take you all out on dates.
-You're getting married, huh? -[all chuckle]
[woman in Spanish] Lord, may he enjoy eternal peace.
[crowd] May perpetual light shine for him.
[woman] Lord, may he enjoy eternal peace…
-[Leonel in English] Hey, Coach. You good? -Oh. Hey, Leonel. Yeah.
My wife.
-Pleasure. -[wife] Hi.
-Hey, Coach. What's up? -[Pacho] How are you?
-I'm all right. -[wife] Hi.
-Hey, how are you? -[Higuita] Fine, Coach.
[indistinct chatter]
Mm-hmm.
Hi, Andrés. You doing all right?
Fine, coach, but, uh, this is a difficult kind of situation.
Yeah, it's difficult.
-[Andrés] Want some coffee? -No, but thanks for asking.
Hey, Andrés, wait.
Yesterday you and your brother were getting a bit rough.
I'm okay. We had to do it.
Then, is he okay?
He's fine, yeah, he's okay, but we're worried about him.
Things there are not easy right now.
-Good afternoon. -[Pacho] Hello.
Do you mind if I borrow your coach for a few?
[Andrés] No, go ahead.
Okay.
-Coach, it's a pleasure to meet you. -[Pacho] And you.
-My name is Leonor Aparicio. -Francisco.
I'll be taking over running the club from here on.
Ah, I see. Well, a pleasure to meet you.
[Leonor] Can I have five minutes in private?
Yes, of course.
-After you. -Okay.
One second.
[indistinct chatter continues]
[Leonor] I won't take up too much of your time.
[Pacho] It's okay.
[inhales]
I understand that you're planning to resign.
And how did you hear?
That's not important.
It's important that we move on.
Because there are many things you don't know about at play.
Sorry, "move on"?
What does that mean?
Should I pretend not to see all of this?
No, no, no, no. That's not what I meant by that word.
What I'm trying to say is that it would be sad to see you depart now.
Well, there are many things which I don't agree with here at the club.
I know, I know.
I understand perfectly, but, um…
Agudelo had his own style.
I come from a different world.
And we want to do things right.
"We" who?
The club's new board of directors.
Good people from the region and entrepreneurs.
[Jhon] Brother, this guy should've been a baseball player
instead of a soccer player.
Man, you should've seen the other guy's head.
Everything had poured out. I swear.
You could even see his darkest thoughts all over the floor.
Seriously.
No, I agree. He went overboard,
but thanks for looking after him, guys. He's just a kid who's lost control.
Here's some pocket money for you and you. Here you go.
Hey, dickhead, you should've said goodbye to the cops, you maniac.
Why would I? Those assholes stole tons of my dough.
You're a dumbass for leaving cash around for all of them to see, dude.
Listen, I just paid a ridiculous amount to keep you out of the newspapers.
Yeah, I did.
You're in deep shit, idiot. You overdid it.
Thanks, Jhon. Appreciate it.
That's why you're the one I called.
But let me tell you, idiot, you can't go home for quite a while.
[Quique sighs]
Let's go.
[Leonor] I’m home.
[faint indistinct chatter in the distance]
Hello, sweetie.
My darling. Oh, my love.
So how did it go today?
-How was he, Leti? -It went well. Very well.
We read the book you got for him.
He really liked it.
-[Leonor] Yeah? -Yeah.
-[Leonor] Did you like it? -Mmm.
[Leonor] Did you see many players?
You did?
Why are you watching soap operas, my dear?
-Is it a good telenovela? -[Leti] Yes, really good.
[upbeat Spanish music playing]
TO LOVE AND LIVE
[woman] I wonder what they're building over there.
[Higuita] New apartments.
-They look pretty, don't they? -[woman] Very pretty.
[Higuita] If I win the Libertadores Cup,
then I'll get one of those very pretty apartments for us.
-Are you serious? -Yeah.
And your grandma?
When we go, we can take her too.
You think she'll leave this neighborhood now that you've fixed up her house?
No, I wouldn't bet on it.
Yeah, me neither.
[both chuckle]
Love…
[woman] Hmm?
Would you really live with me, though?
I suppose we'll see.
[chuckles]
[kisses]
[Jhon] Okay, here we are.
Hey, Gordo, everything's good?
-[Gordo] Yeah, everything's fine. -[Jhon] Perfect.
You can stay here as long as you want.
My friend will keep you company and let you in and out, okay?
Okay, sure.
[John] I think you'll both fit on that mattress.
-[Quique] Hmm. -[Jhon chuckles]
Yeah, right. [chuckling]
[Jhon continues chuckling]
No?
-[Quique] I'll sleep on the floor, but… -Ah.
…I do appreciate all of this.
Yeah, you're welcome, brother.
If you need any clothes, you can wear any of these.
But listen up, fucker.
I have something really important in that room.
And you don't go in there. You got that?
-[Gordo grunts] -[Quique] No, it'll be fine.
-You got it? -I got it.
Glad to hear it.
Make yourself at home, man.
[Quique] Hey, wait, brother.
Where are you going?
To work, dawg. I can't just stay with you all day, bro.
[door opens]
[Gordo] Close the door.
[Quique sighs]
Thank you for this moment of silence.
There's no ignoring that we're going through some difficulty.
Death has knocked on our door,
and what better way to honor our supporters and our late president
than to take home the Libertadores Cup?
We're gonna set our minds to it, and we're going to achieve it.
-[all clapping] -[Leonel] Yeah. Mm-hmm. Let's do it.
Today I want to tighten up our transitions and make sure we understand the importance
of maintaining strength as we swap from offense to defense.
We'll use our wingbacks to add to the attack,
which will generate pockets we need to work on covering.
Thanks, Pacho. Andrés, you're an important part of that.
You'll have to close on either the left or the right.
So, Perea in the middle, and focus on the center back instead.
Got it, Perea?
Get there, get there, get there! Dammit, Andrés!
You can't just let their players in like that.
-[whistle blows] -On the close, Andrés! Go, go, go!
Dammit.
-You gotta get there today! -[claps]
[Pacho] We add to the attack. This way, the rival isn't expecting the offense
to come circle around.
But at that point, if we lose the ball ahead,
or they kick it back,
we need to know how to get right back to defending.
That's when it's time to switch it up.
[Hernán] Motherfucker, move! You gotta run!
Standing still will not get you anywhere, Andrés!
-[player] Let's go, Andrés! -[Hernán] Hey!
Dammit.
That fucker isn't running at all.
Dammit, run! Kick it!
For the smoothest switch to defense, you gotta be in total control.
-[Hernán] You gotta run! -No, man, I'm not making it to both sides.
We're talking about the Libertadores.
One of the oldest and most demanding tournaments in the world.
It's a tournament for tough guys.
That's why training has to be tough as well.
[Hernán] Get to it, get to it!
[indistinct chatter, shouting]
[glass clattering]
Hey, Pacho, are you still sure we don't have to change our plan for Guayaquil?
No, we're not changing it.
We can win there. Let's not start second guessing ourselves now.
That first match we played was a real ball-buster.
We were playing at high altitude in Bogotá.
-Now we'll be at sea level. -[Hernán] Mmm.
Now it'll be better for us.
You're right.
But don't forget that place is hot as Hades, Pacho.
We have two ways of looking at this, right?
We let it hinder us, or we seize the opportunity.
Yeah, you're right.
[dramatic sting]
[crowd clamoring, cheering]
[Chalo] This game, unfortunately, did not leave us with a good feeling.
Nacional is looking tired.
The Green once again did not play well.
Maturana's team didn't hustle.
And while we could blame the heat for the athletes' low performances,
Nacional's overall performance is still unclear.
But they need to step it up for the Libertadores.
[Iván] Are Andrés and René Higuita saviors of today?
[Chalo] Without a doubt, Iván.
Had it not been for René at the goal post and Andrés,
we would be talking about another defeat,
another negative step for Nacional as a visiting team
in this Libertadores Cup.
[dramatic music playing]
[Andrés sighs]
[exhales shakily]
Ah.
Hey, Flaco, you're feeling okay, man?
[exhales] Uh-huh.
-Okay. -[man] Then hurry up and get dressed.
The bus is waiting, and it will leave without you, boy.
[Andrés sniffles, exhales]
[Andrés breathes shakily]
[dramatic sting]
[Leonor] What do you mean he's not getting therapy today?
He had therapy at 11:00.
I need him to have therapy today, understood?
Leticia, on the table, there's a little phone book.
Call her and sort it out with her.
Hmm.
Fine.
Give Gabo a kiss. Bye.
All right, then.
Leonor.
I have the forward you requested.
-Usurriaga? -Mm-hmm.
-Good. Thank you. -He'll be here to join the Cup.
Well, assuming we make it.
What should we do?
Huh?
Because we won't stay in the Libertadores Cup if we keep tying.
It's, uh, normal that you maybe don't know when we play as a visitor,
a tie is a good result.
Not when we're playing this badly.
Have you not seen the criticism we're getting in the press?
The press? [chuckles]
Why should we care what the press says? What matters is the outcome of the team.
I'd like to make it clear, Leonor,
that I'm not gonna let anyone be defined by commentators.
Ah, but good comments will fill the stadium.
Every all-nighter was worth it. I actually did it.
I can't believe it's going so well.
I'm so happy for you, my love, congrats.
It's hard to believe that…
I only have a year left.
What's wrong with you?
The pain's too bad now.
I need better drugs. Stronger painkillers.
I'm not doing it.
What do you mean, my love? I really need it.
Help me, please. It's the Libertadores,
the most important tournament on the continent. And I--
But, Andrés,
if the only reason you're here to see me is to beg me for drugs, you can leave.
No, no, of course not. I wanted to see you.
You shouldn't roll the dice with your health.
[Andrés] Hey, don't get upset. Hey…
[Cumbia music playing]
-It's Quique! What's up? -[Quique] Hello.
-What's up, Jhon Jairo? -Very good.
All right, guys, give me some time with my friend.
Sit down, man.
Look I brought you something.
-Did you really? -[Quique] Yeah.
Just remember, dude. There's one for you and one for the boss.
[Jhon] Bro, what?
Bro! This is so cool, motherfucker!
[kisses]
Oh man. [kisses]
Everyone, can you believe how kick-ass this jersey is?
Better believe my boy got it signed by all the players from Nacional!
[all clapping]
-[Quique chuckles] -[Jhon groans]
This is seriously so cool, brother.
You know what?
Why don't you just keep this one, and you can give it to the boss yourself?
He's gonna lose his shit when he sees it.
-Sure, yeah. No problem, man. -[Jhon] Have a drink, fucker.
-[Quique] Yeah, all right. -You… Mwah! …rock!
-Mm-hmm, that is good, man. -[Jhon] Huh?
[Hernán] Okay, guys, let's go. Everyone off the bus. [clapping]
[driver] Leonel, did you shower today?
[Hernán] All right.
[Cumbia music playing from car]
[Andrés] Go on now.
Move it, René, move it.
-Pretend we had breakfast this morning. -Okay.
Hey, Quique…
-What's up, René? -[Higuita] You okay?
-Oh yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. -[Higuita] Sleep well?
Hey, why weren't you on the bus this morning?
Man, I wasn't at home last night.
I got a ride from a buddy of mine.
Quique, seriously, bro, you gotta be careful with those guys.
Come on, man, they're my friends, my buddies.
You really think they're your buddies? Those people don't have friends.
Starting to bug me earlier than usual today, are you?
What do you mean?
[player] Right here, right here! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Pass, pass!
[Quique grunts]
-What's up, motherfucker? -[Andrés] What's your problem, asshole?
-Hey! -[all clamoring]
-Quique and Andrés, what's going on? -[Pacho] They're both out!
[Hernán] Hey, Quique, Andrés, you're out!
-This is soccer. -[Quique] You dirty asshole!
Hey, bring me Cortina and Arango.
[Hernán] Out! You are out!
[Pacho] Cortina and Arango!
[Andrés] This is soccer, man. When you have to play hard, you play hard.
[Gordo] Hey, bro. You have any cigarettes?
-I don't smoke. -[Gordo] No?
All right, I'm going to the store to get some. You need anything?
No, no.
[Gordo] All right, I'm leaving you this just in case.
You know how to use it?
I'll leave the safety off just in case.
[breathes deeply]
[chains clattering]
[man whispers] Young man.
Please get me out of here.
Open the door.
Please, let me out.
Young man, my name is Raúl.
Raúl Monsalve.
-I have a lot of money. -[Quique breathes deeply]
If you help me to get out of here,
I will give it all to you, I swear.
No, no, sir.
I'm so sorry, but I… I can't help you.
I can't… I can't help you.
[Raúl] Then…
please,
call 4-24-506 and let them know.
Please, I beg you.
Help me out.
Young man?
4-24-506.
My children.
In the name of God, please help me! Please!
[Quique whispers] Enough. Stop crying. You gotta go back to being quiet.
When that brute comes back, he'll kill us both, dude.
[door unlocks, opens]
Shh! Shh!
[tense music playing]
[Quique breathing heavily]
[whispers] 4-24-506.
[dramatic sting]
[indistinct chatter in the distance]
[door opens]
[door shuts]
-[scattered claps] -[indistinct chatter]
[Iván] All you sports fans, friends, lovers of soccer, welcome!
We welcome all of you
to the group phase of Group 3 of the Libertadores Cup tournament.
It's Millonarios versus Atlético Nacional!
The referee's asked everyone for a minute of silence here at the Atanasio Girardot.
[Iván] Perfect, a moment of silence.
[remembrance hymn playing]
[Chalo] A posthumous honor ordered by CONMEBOL
to remember all the people who have sadly become victims
of the violence here in our country.
[whispering] 4-24-506.
4-24-506.
[exhales]
-[whistle blows] -[all cheering]
[Chalo] Ladies and gentlemen, the game has started.
And Nacional has to win today.
This one will dictate who will take the first place standing in this group.
It's come down to these two teams, Millonarios and Nacional.
Absolutely. There are 35,000 fans in the Atanasio,
and this important night couldn't be more beautiful
here in the city of eternal spring.
-[Leonel] Hey, hey! -[Andrés] Seriously?
Come on, you got the Green right under your nose, man.
You gotta give it to the Green. Are you high or what?
[muffled] Come here. Let me out. Go that way!
[muffled indistinct chatter]
[muffled] Hey, Flaco, what's going on? You playing against us?
[indistinct chatter continues, builds]
[dramatic sting]
Have you talked to the players?
No, I don't usually talk to them right after matches.
It's better to wait a bit.
I believe that euphoria and frustration only lead to misunderstandings.
So I prefer to give them time to calm down.
These boys are winners.
And winners, they don't lose well.
Not bad.
I'm going to tell that to the owners when they call me to ask about the game.
They don't take losing well either.
Goodnight.
[car door opens]
[line ringing]
[woman] Hello?
Raúl?
Raúl, is that you?
Talk to me! Say something!
[upbeat music playing]
-[man 1] Nothing's never been the same. -[man 2] Hey, it's just a game. Play it.
[man 1] You have no clue what you're talking about.
[man 3 whistles]
Higuita, hey!
Come here, motherfucker! Have a drink with us.
[man 2] Come here! Hey!
[man 3] Fucking weirdo.
[man 2] What's wrong, Higuita, do we stink or what? Huh?
[man 1] Oh, you snake. What are you drinking to? Your loss?
[man 2] What's wrong? Your head got too big for us, you pussy?
[men chuckle]
Higuita, hey!
You motherfucker! You're gonna have to pay us if you want us to go away!
[chuckles]
[Higuita] Why don't you just shut up, man? What the hell's your problem?
Seriously, what's your problem?
-Leave me alone, man. -[men clamoring]
[man 2] Come on, have a drink, you boring bighead.
[upbeat music continues]
[Pacho] What we can, Hernán… Hmm?
…is modify our defensive line.
And I don't want to play Andrés. His performance has gotten much worse.
Which, admittedly, I think is strange.
Pacho, I… I don't think it benefits us to improvise.
We're in the group phase now.
I'm sorry, I just want to be clear here.
Making tactical adjustments isn't improvising.
Right now, we don't have another player that can do what Andrés does.
That is true.
-Flaco is-- -Coaches?
With all due respect, Coach,
I think I know what's happened to Flaco.
Tell me.
[man] Look.
This is a pair of Andrés' cleats after five games. Only five games.
They are more crooked than a pretzel.
See? These belong to someone with crooked feet,
which explains Flaco's issues.
Crooked feet, you said?
It's what we call crooked feet, Coach. People like Flaco.
[Hernán] Andrés has crooked feet?
And he was a star despite all that?
[man] He was, but he can't take it anymore.
He's put himself through so much trying to stay moving so he can play.
No one knows how much pain he's in.
He's popping pills all the time, and that's why his performance is weak.
And, coaches, I think I have the solution.
Do you remember that I told you my dad was a shoemaker?
Well, he spent all his life researching people's odd issues with their feet,
and he came up with an insole for people who don't step properly.
What I'm trying to say is he fixed more than one crooked footstep with these.
You can take this pair here.
I know this insole works for normal people.
Haven't tried it with players yet.
-Take this. -Yeah, let me see it up close.
[man] You see how it'll support your foot?
Yeah, it's firm, but also like…
-[man] It's still soft. -[Andrés] Yeah.
-Have you done this kind of thing a lot? -[man] Of course, man.
Is it too tight?
No, it already feels different in the ankle.
[man] Yes, yes, that is the right idea.
[Andrés] All right, let's go try it on the pitch.
-[whistle blows] -[trainer] Yes, perfect. That's it.
Short steps. Glued to the cleat. Great. Perfect.
[Andrés breathing heavily]
He comes back jogging, good. Go back to the first.
Go on. Excellent. Perfect.
-All right, Flaco, how's the insole? -[Andrés] Good. Much better.
I'm stepping much better.
[trainer] Go on to the last one. Go!
[Leonel] Flaco.
[indistinct chatter]
You're quite a man.
Seriously, bro, playing with all that fucking pain.
You got some big balls, Flaco.
You gotta talk. You gotta let us know when you're hurt so we can help you.
I have a solution for you, man.
Don't look at me like that.
-But don't shit yourself either. -[Quique] Shh, no.
Coach!
[Quique mumbles] Ah, shit.
What is it?
I'm gonna take you to the witch doctor.
That man will massage your foot
and then put some medicinal plants on it.
You chill out, smoke some tobacco.
And let me tell you,
that guy will have you golden for three games in a row.
Gotta do one when we play Millonarios for Quique. Gotta see if he scores.
Well, Flaco can't score shit with a broken foot,
so we really need to take him in.
[chuckles] Do you seriously believe in that?
-No, no, no. -It'll help us all, man. Do it.
-[Andrés] No. Don't count me in. -[Higuita] Why not, fucker? It'll help.
-[Andrés] I'm not doing it. I'm not going. -[Quique] It's to help you.
-Let's go, man. -[Andrés] Nope. No way, man.
Renato, how long are you and the boys gonna be out together tonight?
We'll be out until the game is over.
Ah.
So should I save you something to eat?
That would be great.
They don't give us much food over there, so I'll come home hungry.
Mmm, I can imagine so.
I'll save you some, okay?
-Take care, my darling. -[Higuita] Same to you, Grandma.
A hundred eighty thousand? Are these fuckers kidding?
[elevator chimes]
[Andrés] So you're saying this is part of my birthday gift too?
[Andrés chuckles]
[Pamela] Ooh, I bought you this separately.
Make sure you don't ruin it.
-I want to reuse the bow. [chuckles] -[Andrés] No, I definitely won't.
Let me see.
[Pamela chuckles]
Oh, it's beautiful.
-[Pamela] Do you like it? -[Andrés] So much.
Man, what a cool watch. Look at the face it's got.
Could you put it on me please?
-Yeah, the other one's beaten up. -What do you mean? It's a sport watch.
-[chuckles] What sport? -This is so cool. I love it.
[man] Hello? Hello? Talk to me!
Hello?
Hey, we're gonna find you, motherfucker!
[Andrés] It's beautiful, my love. Thank you.
[Pamela] I wanted to ask you a question.
Yes?
Is it just you in your room?
No, I'm sharing with Quique.
Why do you ask?
I just wanted to give you the other gift I got you.
[Andrés] Coach.
This is better.
But I will call you after the game tomorrow.
-But tomorrow won't be your birthday. -Who cares?
We could pretend it is.
-This is for you. -[Hernán] Ah, thank you, man.
Have you ever known any other guy
who was somehow lucky and not in surprisingly equal measure?
[Hernán] No.
Fortunate for the company.
Unfortunate to have, uh, his birthday fall right in the middle of all this.
Don't you think?
[Hernán] Well, fortunately, the girl is leaving now.
Or his legs would be all weak tomorrow for the match.
[both chuckle]
-Cheers. -Cheers.
[Hernán clears throat]
[Pacho] That kid is a tough cookie.
I honestly admire him.
That kid's gonna go places.
Ah, sure is.
But as long as we're talking about that,
I was wondering why you had him room with Quique Vélez? I don't get that.
That's why precisely.
Because Andrés is mature,
and I'm hoping that he can help Quique be more, uh…
more grounded.
-A bit more anchored. -Mmm.
There you go.
-No, there's nothing there, right? -Ten, ten, ten.
You got ten, you got ten.
-Now 12. Now 12, now 12. -[Quique] Ah.
[Andrés] Now three, now three.
-Now three. -[Quique] There you go.
-You're cheating! -[Andrés] What do you mean I'm cheating?
No, no, no, no, no. No way, you were not paying attention.
-I told you. You can take 12 with three. -[Quique] No, dude.
[Andrés] No, no, no, no, no, René. Now you're getting it.
Three beats 12, and then it goes again.
Let's go again, okay?
Let's play again. Let's play another round.
-Then loan us some money, bro. -No, I don't recover dead bodies, man.
-Here's my play. -This motherfucker.
That's the watch I'm gonna steal, man, as soon as you've fallen asleep later.
[Andrés] No, we'll cut off his hand. No, no, no, no.
Yes, yes, yes, man. Now we got you good, you horse face boy.
-[all chuckle] -Who you callin' horse face, asshole?
[Higuita] Horse face. [chuckles]
No, no, no, give me respect. I don't talk to you like that. No.
Don't fuck with me! Who do you think you are?
No, have some respect, asshole.
-You too! What are you laughing about? -[Higuita chuckling]
Fucker! Have some respect!
-You guys are absolutely horrible. -[Higuita] That is it.
-[Quique] Come on. -No, I'm done. No, I'm done.
[Quique] Hey, you play with money and tears, man!
[Andrés] I'm not gonna play if you call me names.
Okay. Game over, then. Game over. I'm done.
-[all clamoring] -[Quique] With money and tears, all right?
-[Andrés muffled] Hey, hey, let me go! -[all singing] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-♪ Happy birthday to you… ♪ -[all chuckling]
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic sting]
[crowd cheering]
WELCOME ECUADORIAN PRESS AND FANS
[Leonor] What do you think of La Fontana?
Good.
But worthless unless we win the match today.
Oh, we'll win it.
Exactly what you said against Millonarios.
Listen, Leonor, if you want to win in soccer, you have to use money.
Did you give the boys the incentive?
Not until they win.
That's the wrong way around.
First, you have to lure them in.
Senator,
those boys will kill themselves in this match today.
We'll see what happens.
And now time is running out for Nacional.
They've tied the game, but with just a few minutes left on the clock,
they need to do something because time does nothing for the Green team today.
Watch out, Nacional on the attack. The ball goes to Chanto.
Chanto passes to Tréllez. Tréllez wears number one.
Now he gets the ball,
passes down the middle,
corner kick for Nacional!
Everyone up, okay? Do it!
Listen, Pacho, that's a risky call. We can still tie and stay on the board.
Go, go, go. Get everyone in the box. Do it. I mean it!
Everyone to the other end! Go! Go to the other end! Get in there!
All right, let's go! Into positions, guys! Let's go! Keep it moving! Let's go!
[Chalo] It looks like all of Atlético Nacional
is moving into Quito's box.
Here comes Perea, and then Andrés, and then Chonto.
They either score the second goal, or they'll be counter-attacked.
[Iván] That is right, Chalo, all of Nacional is in the box.
Alexis García is going to take the kick.
-[players clamoring] -[whistle blows]
Alexis centers the ball above, gets a header…
-[crowd cheering] -Goal! What a goal! Call it, call it!
Goal for Atlético Nacional!
Goal!
Atlético Nacional!
Goal!
Nacional takes a corner kick, Alexis scores a header!
The fans are going absolutely wild!
That makes the score two goals for Nacional,
one goal for Deportivo Quito.
I have no clue what to call Andrés today. Don Andrés, Saint Andrés?
I don't know what to call the knight of the box today.
I am not a journalist, today I'm a Colombian!
Today I cheer for Nacional!
Nacional has qualified for the Cup's next phase.
And that's exactly what I'm talking about, Iván!
[dramatic sting]
[dog barks in the distance]
[Quique exhales]
[exhales shakily]
[sighs]
[car engine shuts]
[door shuts]
[car doors shutting]
-[Andrés] Good morning, Coach. -[Pacho] Good morning.
[knocks on door]
Francisco.
[Pacho] Leonor.
Remember I told you that I wanted you to be very frank with me?
Of course. When have I not?
So tell me, who gave that prize to the players?
Was it you?
One of the owners?
Third-party? Who?
We've always given the boys rewards for winning games.
Everyone does it here and everywhere else.
Yes, but no one consulted me.
See? That's the problem with sitting behind a desk.
Don't you realize those boys need help learning not to spend it in one moment?
[chuckles]
You feel like you missed out, and you want a reward as well. Is that it?
[Pacho inhales]
[exhales]
Sorry for saying this, but…
you're worse than Agudelo.
I came here to make soccer players.
Not mercenaries.
I want decent people who thirst for glory. I don't want snakes.
And that's all well and good.
Tell me, though, can glory buy you a house?
-You need money. -That's your problem.
You think you can buy everything. Dignity can't be bought.
Don't worry about it, Francisco.
You'll get your reward too.
It's already arranged with the president of the Federation.
Which mean you'll be the National Team's next coach.
[pigeons cooing]
[chickens clucking]
-[Perea] You have to shout. -[Leonel] Call him, call him.
[Perea] Mr. Byron!
-[Leonel whistles] -[dog barks]
-[Leonel continues whistling] -[chickens continue clucking]
[dog barks]
[chickens continue clucking]
-Mr. Byron. -[Byron] Hello, boys.
-[Perea] I brought the guys. -[Byron] Come in.
Come, come.
-Did you bring the blue underwear? -Yeah, look.
Which one has the bad foot?
[chickens continue clucking]
Come in, take your clothes off.
[Andrés] Wait. Wait a second.
Uh, you didn't tell me I had to wear blue underwear, man.
-Damn, Flaco, yeah, I did. -Mine are white.
-I told everyone. -No.
You wore white, dude? If we lose, it'll be on you, dawg.
We're not gonna lose because of the color of our underwear.
-It doesn't work that way. You get that? -No. What do you mean?
It doesn't work like that, man. Let's just go and see what happens.
[Andrés] Ah, are you gonna buy into this?
I don't like this. Let's get out of here.
[slow rhythmic music playing]
[Andrés chuckles]
[dog barks in the distance]
[Byron] Don't make fun of this.
Your feet are more crooked than a reed, so stop laughing and take it seriously.
And the forward?
He didn't come.
You screwed up. You'll win, but not by much.
[dog continues barking]
[chickens continue clucking]
[Byron] Take this saint. This is your good luck charm.
Light a green candle before every game you play.
Grab it, you stupid kid.
I charge 30 pesos for this good luck spell.
[whispers] I got nothing.
[Leonel] Pay, Flaco.
-I didn't bring any money. -[Perea] I told you to.
-I didn't know I'd have to pay. -[Perea] You gotta imagine.
[Byron] You're going to have to pay with your skin.
[dramatic sting]
-[indistinct chatter, shouting] -[clamoring]
-[Higuita] I told you, I told you! -[all cheering]
[Higuita] That's how you do it!
[Perea] Flaco, I told you, man!
Ah, that's nothing. Nah, man, no way.
You don't get to act that way 'cause he told you to light a candle.
-Boneheaded superstition. -[Perea chuckles]
[Andrés] Leo, Leo! You tripped my guy, no joke.
[Leonel] Yeah, boys!
[Andrés] The ref called it and everything.
-[Perea] I told you believe! Believe! -[Andrés] Let's go, Nacional!
Greens, here we go!
[whistle blows]
[Andrés] Good one, René.
[Quique] He doesn't have anyone to kick, man.
-[Hernán] That's it, René, that's it! -[Quique] Ah.
-Cool. -[Hernán] Whoo!
[whistle blows]
[indistinct chatter]
[Hernán] Get it, get it, get it! Oh!
-Wake up, boys. Let's go. -Enrique.
-[Quique] What? -[Hernán] Let's go, Andrés.
[whistle blows]
[Quique] Coach.
I don't get why you're putting all your energy into deceiving the goalie
and instead just letting him get a read on you.
Listen, Coach, I just don't want to be too predictable, you know?
I've also got my own style. That's how I play.
You are a power player. You just need to pick a side.
So pick one and give it all you got, okay?
[Leonor sighs]
[Hernán continues indistinctly]
Leonor.
So did you hear what your little friend did?
The coach for Olimpia?
No, what?
He convinced CONMEBOL that Atanasio is too small
-and we can't play the final in Medellín. -[Pacho scoffs]
Yeah, that sounds like something he'd do.
Sly old motherfucker, isn't he?
[Pacho chuckles]
I mean, yeah, it's looking like a long shot.
Scoring three goals here was hard enough.
Now you gotta go score somewhere else.
So what are our options?
Well, he suggested Cali.
No, Cali will kill us.
-It should be Bogotá. -Hmm.
The altitude is tricky.
We won't have the fans. We'll have to play without support.
[whistle blows]
-Yeah, I know that. -[Hernán] There it is. Next one, next one.
I will fill that stadium.
[Hernán continues indistinctly]
That was a good kick, boy. Well done, you.
[Hernán] Kick more, man.
-Go on, good. -[whistle blows]
[player 1] Talking shit? Okay.
Come on, come on. Hey, nothing in there, baby.
I'm so proud of my plants out there.
See how I've kept the house pretty for you?
Do any of you remember how frustrated Mom would get
with Andrés around her plants?
My goodness.
Crashing into her plants,
-and don't get me started on the windows. -Ah, both of you two.
-[Andrés] Ah, both. -[woman chuckles]
-She would've liked it if I was a model. -Mm-mm.
[dad] And listen. Let me tell you.
You remember that your mom didn't care for soccer, but…
[clears throat]
She'd definitely be proud of her two boys.
I'm sorry. I had a little bit of nostalgia there.
It's all right.
You know, I think Mom would be really happy to have us all here together.
You have to shine during the final, you know?
-It's the gateway to Europe. -[dad] Yeah, no kidding.
Here.
You need it more than I do.
Can't lose now, huh?
[dad] Well, what about us?
Are we going to the game too?
-We have tickets? -Yeah, it's set.
-[dad] Really? -We have to do the hotel.
-[Santiago] Did you look into it? -[woman] I'm on it.
[dramatic sting]
[crowd roaring]
Pay attention, everyone. The penalty kicks are about to begin.
Two to zero in Asunción. Two to zero at Campín.
The terrible part of the Libertadores is about to begin!
Come on, go!
First is Olimpia. Almeida is up first.
[Chalo] The veteran goalkeeper of the Paraguayan National Team
and Olimpia's current captain has the ball at the penalty line.
[Iván] Almeida is going to kick.
He backs up, he runs up, and he kicks the ball…
Higuita blocks it!
Higuita blocks it! Goal denied by Higuita!
[Chalo] René guesses. He has an idea of where the ball is going to go.
He can tell by the right leg. Well done, Higuita!
[Iván] Next up to kick for Nacional, it's Andrés Escobar.
Come on, Andrés, this country depends on you today.
It is now the responsibility of Andrés Escobar.
[crowd cheering]
[Iván] Andrés is going to kick, he backs up,
he's getting ready to take his shot.
René comes over and whispers something to him.
He gets ready.
[Chalo] He knows Almeida very well. He really knows him.
[player] Be confident, bro. We got this.
[Iván] Andrés Escobar takes a deep breath,
he backs up, he runs…
[crowd continues cheering]
Nothing but net!
-Goal! -Goal! Yeah!
Atlético Nacional, Chalo!
Flaco!
[Chalo] Andrés did it very well.
He completely tricked Almeida, gave Nacional confidence.
The team is one penalty ahead.
And now it's Paraguay's turn from the penalty line.
[Iván] Carrera kicks the ball…
Goal!
-[Chalo] He shoots! -[Iván] Goal, goal, goal!
[Chalo] Oh, he got it blocked!
[Iván] Goal for the Paraguayan team.
-[indistinct chatter] -[Andrés] Come on, come on, come on!
-[Quique] Go, René! Come on! -Get it, René!
[Chalo] Higuita's hands have saved us. Now let's see what his feet can do.
Iván, we all have to help guide in this ball that Higuita is about to kick.
[Iván] So it is, Chalo. René Higuita gets ready to kick,
he takes his shot… Goal!
-[all cheering] -[Iván] Goal! It's a goal for Nacional!
Chalo!
There's no doubt we have a hero here at the Campín. His name is René Higuita.
Now, whoever misses fails, and whoever scores will win
because each team has one penalty.
-It's your goal, René! You got this! -[Iván] González prepares for Olimpia.
He backs up, he runs up…
The shot…
It's blocked! Higuita blocks it. The Pulguita, Chalo!
[Chalo] Very well. Nacional is still up. The Green team from Antioquia
This is Colombia playing the Libertadores Cup.
[Iván] All right, Chalo, Quique is going to kick.
If he scores, Nacional is the champion.
[Perea] You can do it, Quique! You can do it! Come on!
[Iván] Quique aims for the post…
and he misses!
He misses, Chalo!
Quique misses the penalty kick for Nacional!
[Chalo] We'll have to go searching for that ball somewhere in Bogotá.
What was that?
What a terrible kick by Quique.
He put his foot underneath the ball.
[Iván] Quique misses. Can you believe this?
What is going on? Quique misses?
Quique misses? Quique missed!
-Quique misses… -[Chalo] It's a miss by Quique…
[indistinct clamoring]
[Iván] He blocks it, blocks it, blocks it!
[indistinct clamoring continues]
Oh, he blocked it, he blocked it, he blocked it!
Quique, it's fine. René blocked it. He blocked it. It's fine.
Only true men take penalties.
-Join the group, it's okay. -Leave me alone, man. Leave me alone.
It's Leo's turn. Go watch Leo. Let's go. Shake it off, man. Let's go.
Leonel Álvarez is up next, Chalo.
We have faith in Leonel.
We have never gone through something like this.
[Iván] Incredible.
[Chalo] Eight penalty kicks. It's unprecedented.
We need you to score, Leonel.
[Iván] All of Colombia's holding their breath.
Leo is going to kick.
Colombia roars. Slowly, he fades, he kicks…
Going for the post… Goal!
-[upbeat music playing] -[all cheering]
Atlético Nacional scores!
Nacional is the champion
of the Libertadores, The American Cup, Chalo!
[Chalo] I see it, I read, and I can hardly believe it!
It's about time Colombia had a big win! We really needed it!
Thank you, Leonel!
[Iván] You were right, Chalo.
Nacional is the winner of the Libertadores Cup!
And finally is coming home to Colombia!
-[upbeat music continues] -[cheering continues]
[indistinct yelling, clamoring]
[all chanting] Higuita! Higuita! Higuita! Higuita! Higuita!
[all continue cheering]
[sirens wailing]
-[all cheering] -[Cumbia music playing]
[music halts abruptly]
[horn honks]
Sorry, who are you?
They call me Uña.
Come with me.
No.
I don't… I… I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who you are.
Take it easy, Ms. Leonor.
You'll live longer not knowing. Call me Uña.
-Allow me to help you. -Thank you, I'm fine.
Let's go.
[Leonor exhales]
[door opens]
[man] Ma'am.
-[door shuts] -Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Néstor Olivo, esquire.
Did you really think you were gonna leave without paying the boss what he's owed?
He's very eager to get back what belongs to him.
Which is why he sent me.
[horn honks]
Have a good day, Ms. Leonor.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[Leti] Look, he was the best player in the world. See? He played very well.
[Leonor] My love! Hello, my baby! Mmm, my darling!
[exhales] How did it go today? [sniffles] And how are you, Leti?
[Leti] I'm great. Everything is well, ma'am.
[Leonor sniffles]
I love you, darling boy.
[Senator] Hello?
[sniffles] Senator, what is happening here?
Calm down, Leonor.
I should be meeting with you right now. Who are these guys? I don't like this.
[breathes shakily]
Change of plans. We're in the same boat now.
What are they after?
The club.
The cartel people are going after their properties.
They say the boss is planning to go to war.
[dramatic music playing]
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
-[horns honking] -[clamoring]
[sirens continue wailing]
[dramatic music continues]
[music fades]
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