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-Previously on Agent... -You're late.

We're going slower than expected, but we're gonna get there.

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

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

You see, I am the Roman Abramovich of agents.

From Berea FC!

-So, you two...

-No. No. -Keep it that way.

At least until I take you out for coffee or...

Maybe you'll remember me this time.

You will sign this contract, in ink... or blood.

What the hell is this?

All I was doing was just giving him an incentive.

The deal happens through Slindile.

You stay the fuck away from my players.

Blaze...

Blaze.

Blaze!

Where are you, bruv?

Right here, waiting for you.

Yeah. I meant inside your head, bruv.

Have you ever had a dream of a place that you've never been to?

Don't believe I have. That would mean sleeping.

-And you know I don't sleep.

Yeah, and it's starting to show, too.

You were telling me about Phumlani and Herve.

He pulled a gun on him?

Yeah, he threatened to shoot, uh, or blow Herve's kneecaps off.

Fuck. He is a nutter isn't he?

I never thought of threatening a potential client with a gun.

Probably would have saved a shitload on cocktail bills.

If you'd have lost the kid, I'd have shot you.

And it wouldn't have been in the kneecaps.

-Oh. -But...

you showed me something, I'll give you that.

Is that gratitude that I sense?

Don't get carried away. Big games tomorrow.

Marlboro United and Apollo FC. Basically Lesego, Herve versus Vuyo.

Not bad for a day's work, right?

You're the black Jorge Mendes. I'm serious, I'm giving it up.

Niks, if Blaze is on the floor,

you hang up the phone on fucking José Mourinho.

You don't really mean that.

No, but you could have played along.

I don't mind hanging up on him. Can't stand the arrogance anyway.

Oh, you clearly don't want your bonus this year.

-Yeah, but she does make a valid point. -Ah, don't you start.

Where are we with Caster?

I probably should have bought her something for her win last week.

Way ahead of you. Card.

Oh, and just like that, she's back in contention for the bonus.

-Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it. -What?

Well, as much as I've enjoyed this ass-creeping session,

I need to go.

You know you're my number one. Until you're not.

Mmm.

You mean, until the next transfer deadline day?

Yeah, 203 days, 7 hours, and 33 minutes.

Always counting.

It's around the corner, mate.

Hey. Boys. Salt, pepper.

We're here, come on.

Focus.

You gonna bomb down the right.

-You will be in on goal and-- -Excuse me.

Y'all soccer players or something?

-Yeah, this is Marlboro United. -Yeah, we play football.

Whatever, man. Football, and I mean real football,

is a dance of true grit.

We put the real numbers on the board.

It's not the stuff you guys are doing, where you wait the whole game,

waiting for something to happen, but nothing does.

I think you're looking at it with the wrong eyes, man.

That's the sad part.

You see, your game is like heavy metal.

Boom, boom, boom, boom. Ours is like classical music.

Calculated. Beautiful. It flows.

You see, every play that you see in a half of a soccer game

has potential for greatness.

It's just the patience that we take in setting up something

that could result in a piece of genius.

A goal. Now, that play will never be repeated ever again. Ever.

Now, that's true originality.

Anything can happen in the spur of a moment.

That, my friend, is soccer. That is the beautiful game.

Whatever, man.

...our team.

Wow, Lesego. I didn't see this coming from you.

What I didn't tell him is that we get all the pussy,

because those motherfuckers, you can't even see who they are behind the helmets.

Okay, so let's focus. Like I said to you guys...

-Hold on, hold on.

-Yo, what up, B? -What's up?

Sounds like a party over there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah... Masimela, Adams, everybody.

-Lesego. -I'm kidding, I'm kidding, Blaze.

No, we're just grabbing an early meal.

You know it's a big day tomorrow, right?

Yeah, yeah, I know, we're going through the game plan.

We'll have, uh, Apollo FC under our feet in no time.

Listen, is the kid there?

Hold on. Blaze.

Hey, what's up, champ?

Are you ready to go out and introduce yourself to the world tomorrow?

Hey listen, the big ones, they don't flinch, kid.

I know, tomorrow, God willing, I will be in total control of the zone.

You know, I will master everything on the field.

Oh, that sounds strong, so?

Do you remember USA '94?

You weren't even a wet dream by then, you're asking me if I remember?

Baggio blew that ball and his name is forever...

Uh, what you say?

-"Blowing it." -Yeah, something like this.

Yeah, but I don't want you to think like that.

I got people back home. I just, I don't want to go back to the streets.

Tomorrow has nothing to do with "if God is willing."

I want you to step on that pitch tomorrow and you play like one.

All right, okay.

Now, get something to eat and turn your mind off.

You have a big day tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Me and you, and the ball. Me...

And... then?

What are you doing?

Cristiano. This is what he does before every Real game.

He stares at himself in the mirror?

No. Admires at. Talks to.

Adores.

Akere? He needs to get his mind right.

If you don't forget about all of that,

you're gonna miss out on all of this.

The ball...

Cristiano... he's eating more than any other athlete in the world.

Keep your things.

Be...

-Hello? -Hey, V, are you good?

Ah, I'm grand.

Are you sure?

No, not really.

Talk to your boy.

Boss lady had me sweating with the reserves today.

The bench, I mean.

What's up with that? My form hasn't dipped.

Listen, you are Vuyo the Train Moyo, all right?

You are the engine of that team.

It's the hundredth.

Hundredth what?

Tomorrow, it's my hundredth appearance.

They have to cough up the bonus if I play tomorrow.

-You should know this, man. -Come on, of course.

I mean, I knew it was coming up, it's just that I didn't realize it was tomorrow.

How much do they owe us if she plays me?

350K.

That's if she plays me?

Listen, I don't want you to worry about that.

V...

is Kim there?

Yeah, she's right here.

-How is she looking? -Uh. You know how I roll, man.

Exactly.

I want you to handle that tonight, and me, I'll handle Zoe Zante.

Sharp.

Santiago, look, I know it's not always easy being a coach.

But I select my guys already, Zoe.

We're negotiating your contract again, aren't we?

So I just want you to remember who rescued you

when you were languishing in the second-tier Greek football with Larissa.

I don't forget.

Good.

Vuyo rides the bench tomorrow.

Thank you, Santiago.

-You sure you don't want a drink? -I'm good.

Thanks.

You get your suits tailored.

Oh, I'm glad you noticed.

It's some place called Lemon Yellow.

Pretty top-drawer.

Oh... sorry.

Clumsy me.

Haven't read this one yet.

So, this is how cops live?

And how's that?

I don't know, your place just doesn't say "police,"

considering how police are viewed in this country sometimes.

I didn't know we were this one, faceless group.

And what is it that you think about us... sometimes?

I feel for you, you know? You have zero respect, even less pay.

Most people see you as running around, stepping in blood,

messing up your own cases, losing dockets and taking bribes.

But... you don't look like that.

-Because I look good in an evening dress? -No.

No, I don't look good in an evening dress?

You look breathtaking in an evening dress.

Mm.

It's just that you're so much more than that.

So this is our first, officially civilized date?

Civilized?

Boy picks up girl at home for dinner.

Ah, so you like things civilized?

Some. Have to balance out the mess.

I will try be, then.

Just keep me awake, make me laugh, and you're good.

-Hey, this is my city, okay?

I happen to have a name here.

You're not going to some Nando's or random bottle store.

I will show you Jozi.

Okay.

Just give me one second.

Sure.

So, you sleep in here every night with this?

"The canvas can be a courtroom,

where, within the drama of the painting,

I am the prosecution, the judge, the jury, and the defense."

Philip Guston once said that.

Ah, English midfielder, '70s?

An artist.

He was speaking about judgment. That painting keeps my guilt in check.

Shall we?

-What it do, J.P.? -Good, very good. Hey!

-What did you say? -I said I'm very good.

-Would you like to know why I'm very good? -Why's that?

Because tomorrow Masimela's gonna have Apollo's entire front four

in his back pocket.

Oh, yeah, yeah, you rep that nigga, don't you?

That's right, I do.

Do you know who else I should represent, though?

-Who? -You.

Yeah maybe in the future, but for now...

Look, you know, Blaze is my dawg, you know?

Right. Yeah. Right.

And I mean, this is the twilight of your career.

More like the prime, motherfucker.

Sure, sure.

You know what? You stay with that buffoon you call your agent.

You two deserve each other.

That Masimela piece of shit,

he's not worthy to even wipe my fucking ass,

let alone wash my boots.

I agree, I agree. But you know who's going to take over your boots very soon?

-Who? -Herve.

-Herve? -Yeah. Smart money's on him.

He's the future. And you, Moleko, you're already... ancient fucking history.

Nigga, please, man.

Phumlani told me he's set to start tomorrow.

Yeah, so? Whatever, man.

Hey, good luck for tomorrow, huh? Good luck.

Don't be outshone by the wonder boy.

Corrina.

She makes you look good.

-Whatever you need. -Thanks, Corrina.

I took the liberty of getting us an orchestra.

Coming.

-Lesego? -Ah! Motherfucker.

Hey, what the fuck are you wearing?

Oh, sorry, you were banging too hard, I didn't have time put pants on.

No, that shit around your neck, idiot.

Oh. This is amatayum.

Ama-what?

Dude, it's for success tomorrow. For us to win the game.

-We are going. -Go? Where?

Hitting the streets.

Dude, I'm in middle of something here.

Yeah, right, like you got some ass in the bathroom or something?

No, no. Dude, I was talking to Muhammad.

-Who? -Dude, it's, um...

it's a spirit. Ancestors. For us to win the game tomorrow.

-We don't need any of that shit. -Then I have to sleep.

No. We're hitting the streets.

First, we're gonna hit some couple of drinks.

Maybe light a blunt. Gonna get you some fucking nice, thick Zulu ass.

Dude, I don't understand.

Okay, so, uh, traditions. Yeah?

You have traditions. Well, we have ours, okay?

So this is your initiation, motherfucker. Okay?

Tonight we're gonna fucking rip it up, man.

Thank you.

Are you seriously going to make me drink alone by myself all night?

-Yes. Yes, I am. -But why?

I just don't trust the me that drinks sometimes.

Let's just say...

Rule number one, you always gotta look fly.

Fuck, let's call Blaze. You gotta get yourself a stylist.

What is this crap?

I think Blaze would want me to stay here.

No, he's not the player that's debuting tomorrow. We're going.

Dude, I... I don't know.

Who's the number one goalscorer in the league?

It's you.

-Who won Most Valuable Player last year? -It's you.

-Who's the captain? -It's you.

I got you, bitch. You're safe with me.

Hmm. Are you sure?

Herve, listen, what do you think I was doing the night before the game?

Huh?

Huh? Wait for it.

What do you think Blaze was doing, motherfucker?

Huh? Come on, dance with me, boy.

You big on family?

Yeah, and I got a growing one, too.

Let's see. Herve, Godi, Mila, Pascal, Vuyo, Kimmy...

I suppose Chris.

-You've got kids? -No, no, no.

The closest thing to them. They're part of my agency.

No, I mean blood.

Well, that kind cracks easier than most people seem to think.

Hmm. Shame.

Is that pity?

I mean, sort of. I mean, my people mean everything to me.

My three brothers, anyway. But two of them are only around nowadays.

My older brothers, um, Tyrone and Maurice.

The youngest?

Yeah, he, um...

he walked into a gang cross fire just turning around a corner.

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-- -It's okay.

It's actually one of the main reasons I decided to become a detective.

So that others don't go the same way?

-It's what keeps me going. -No, it's good.

That-- That you have your brothers around, of course.

No question on who you call when times get hard.

Who do you call?

Godi, my PA.

Hmm.

Is that pity again?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah! What a goal! In his house, motherfucker!

All right. Shots?

-Uh, no. -Definitely.

-Four tequilas. -I said I'm okay.

What did you say, man? I didn't hear you.

-I don't drink. I can't-- -Actually, I don't give a fuck.

We're gonna party tonight.

Which hood are you from? The Flats?

I can't be from the bay?

My brothers got caught up in that life.

You know, it's not easy to love and hate where you're from at the same time.

This is Africa.

Yeah, I suppose, but that's a different place, the Flats.

You know, I grew up knee-deep in idiots trading shots over nothing. Nothing.

And then little kids paying for it. It's bullshit.

What?

It's just, when you've got drama in your life,

you tend to forget that it's real for other people too.

-Real is what I always want. -Huh?

Whatever's happening here between us, can we just be real with each other?

Sounds good to me.

Yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

-Fuck it up! -Cheers.

-Got the eyes, baby. -Yeah.

Whoo! Hey you, come on, you gotta drink up.

-I don't dance.

And I heard so much about your footwork.

Come on.

Oh!

-I'm sorry, I need to take this. -Go ahead. It's okay.

I'm in the middle of something.

-Well, so are your boys. -Who?

Lesego and Herve, they're in the nightclub with the model.

And they're not sipping on apple juice.

Isn't it a school night?

I got a tip-off, so I came to check for myself.

I didn't even know you were in town.

I'm covering the game tomorrow, remember?

Yeah, now that you mention it.

Well, what spot is this?

-Yeah, a place called Vogue. -Gotcha.

Your kids love running fire drills, don't they?

But what happens when it's the real shit and I'm not here to pull the alarm?

God forbid. I owe you, thanks.

This is not how I pictured our first night ending,

but I... I gotta bounce.

Something wrong?

Well, two of my kids are acting up.

-Slick. -What?

Sounds like code.

You know, an emergency call you get

when the second night isn't quite living up to the promise of the first.

Being a detective and a psych major is not good for your levels of paranoia.

Maybe.

Two of my players decided to get cute the night before a game,

before a big game, so I need to go and crack the whip.

If you don't believe me, you can come with me.

-Are you sure? I mean, I... -No.

No, I can-- I can go home, it's no biggie. It's fine, it's fine.

I insist.

So you can see that I'm not making it up.

All right. If you insist.

After you, ma'am.

Is this how you prepare for the biggest game of your life?

Uh, I'm doing footwork.

Where the fuck is Lesego?

Other-- Other way.

This is Herve. The next big thing.

Oh, fuck!

-Who's that? -He's my frenemy.

We need to get out of here now. Now, now, now, follow me.

Faster. Quickly.

We don't have the whole day, come on. Move! Move!

-You think he saw us? -I don't think so.

I'm not playing tomorrow, why are you sending me home?

Nina, if you don't go home, your man doesn't go home.

My man? My man, huh? If he's my man, where is he?

What's the plan?

Can I ask you to babysit these two?

-Okay.

Can you also get them an Uber? I promise I'll pay you back, okay?

-Sure. -All right.

Are we still going back, right?

Lesego? Where are you?

Ah, yeah.

Oh.

What the fuck, man?

Uh...

She put the whole fucking thing in her mouth. I mean, she even licked my balls.

I'm sorry, brother.

Hey, Blaze. Hey, yo!

-Come on.

Well, fancy seeing you here, sweet thing.

Yes, how unfortunate.

Some random twit, seriously?

One thing is for sure...

Hotel, please. No stops. None.

Merde!

Are you looking for someone?

You know what I hate the most?

Everything. Like most haters.

No, no, no.

What I hate the most

are amateurs hiding their incompetence under a suit.

Look, lighten up, it's a Friday and I'm on a date.

I'm sorry, excuse me, madam.

But this man is no agent. He's an impostor.

Wow, he really is your frenemy.

You don't handle players, Blaze. You handle fires.

You're making it really awkward for me.

You're right, you're right. Excuse me, madam. He's right, I'm very sorry.

And by the way, you're way out of his league.

Doesn't like you much, does he?

He used to work for my agency.

-And... -What?

He used to be my agent when I was still a pro.

-Did I thank you for tonight? -No.

Ah, guess I owe you one.

Your place?

That club was fucking lit.

You know you're my one and only baby girl, right?

Is that so? Tell me what took you so long in the toilet.

Baby, I had a lot of drinks and so I had to take a piss in the bathroom.

Huh. I didn't drink enough to buy your bullshit, sweetheart.

Junior, come help me make some drinks.

Okay. So, you like what you see?

What? Who?

You idiot. Oh, you're going to be great tomorrow. Let me see.

There, Nina, huh? Don't you want some of that?

Dude, she's with you.

No, but that has nothing to do with any hookups in Joburg.

Hookup? Who is hooking up?

I refuse. Listen.

I know you're 18 and all that.

You know, the lights of Jozi, they're like fucking making you dizzy and shit,

but I don't buy this "Ah, excuse me, I'm lost" bullshit.

'Cause you're from North Africa, my nigga.

Shit gets real up there. What happens to you?

I mean, I'm real. What do you mean?

What's the blah-blah about?

It's soccer. Talking about soccer.

Of course.

She's ready. She wants it, look at her, hmm?

A girl, tipsy, she's been dancing all night.

She's mad at her boyfriend.

This is your chance, baba, you can score your first goal tonight, okay?

So... drink.

Huh?

-To your first goal.

Yes, junior.

And now, boy, you're getting a through pass in the 18-area.

Defenders are behind you. It's just you and the goalkeeper.

-What are you gonna do, huh?

There you go. Don't waste time, baba.

Control the ball and all you've gotta do is put it in the back of the net.

Hey, Nina.

Do you wanna come to my room? Maybe have a couple of drinks?

There you go, boy.

There you go.

Yeah, just like that.

That's my boy.

Ah, man, fuck off, son! What the fuck are you doing, huh?

Shut the fuck up. Huh?

Are you old enough to take my shit now? Are you old enough to take my girl?

Stop it! Stop it, Lesego! Stop it!

Piss off!

-Stop it! -Fuck.

Are you molesting kids now, huh, Nina? Are we?

You fucking psycho. You need help, deliverance-- something!

Hmm.

Fuck off, you bitch!

Thank you for walking me to my door.

Well, I wasn't raised by hyenas. I wanted to make sure you're safe.

I was being sarcastic.

If there's anybody inside there, you're more likely to run like a bitch.

Ouch.

I told you you'll be back.

You sure did, old-timer.

Love makes us fools, eh?

Who said anything about love? Hmm?

Those dreams you're having...

they're not dreams.

They're premonitions.

Hello, Blaze.

Miss G?

Yeah. I'm hanging on to your girl's phone.

You want to know if she swore at you for not being here for her?

-Yeah. -She cursed you and yours out.

Is she okay?

She's in with the director now. I've prepped her.

Yeah, she'll be all right.

All right, thanks, Miss G. I owe you one.

Hey. You will cry when I come to collect. You're boring me now, bye.

-Shh!

You.

Uh, just for your information,

we record all our auditions from start to finish, okay?

-We're already rolling. -Okay.

Cool, so just give us a profile,

left, right, age, name, and, you know, all that shit.

My name is Mila Dior, I am 23 years old, and I'm with Ace Management.

I also speak a few languages: English, French, and a little bit of bullshit.

Do you think this audition is a joke, Miss Dior?

No. I'm-- I'm sorry, that was stupid. I'm sorry...

Just so you know, this role might come with some nudity

and some sexual simulation, are you cool with that?

But this-- this is a telenovela.

Was a telenovela. It's a feature film now.

We just got the green light from the broadcaster.

And we're gonna be, um... pushing the envelope quite hard here.

Okay, but my agent didn't say--

Forget what your agent said, okay? Are you cool with it or not?

Well, if it serves the narrative and it's not handled gratuitously...

yeah.

Great.

Great.

You got that on tape?

Stop rolling.

Get down.

Excuse me?

I wanna see a rawness in performance. Hmm?

I want you to strip it all down, okay?

You're getting interrogated in this scene, so sit down.

Okay. Um...

Go.

I suppose...

I suppose I hide things.

My emotions...

inside me.

It's just the way that life made me.

I don't let people in.

I... I block them.

I can't show them my emotions.

Because when I sh--

When I show them my emotions...

Okay. Um, something happened when you were five?

-What? -Scene 6.

I just wanna do the interrogation. Something happened when you were five.

Why do you wanna know about that?

Tell us or there's no food today.

Who's "us"?

Just-- Enough. Just tell us.

Fuck you.

That was great.

Just great.

Yeah...

I think we'll be able to work together, hmm?

There he is.

Are you sharp, bro?

Stay away from me.

Eh? What did you say?

Dude, get away from me.

Ah, what's wrong now?

You know... with Nina...

Oh, man, I don't even remember half the shit that went down last night.

If I said anything to offend you, I'm sorry, man.

Dude, my body's painful, please.

Fuck, dude, and why do you smell like a German beer fest the morning after?

I couldn't keep everything at breakfast.

Jeez, dude, you telling me you didn't pop a pill before you went to bed?

Dude, I slept. The maid woke me up.

Fuck dude.

A fucking amateur.

What? You did this.

You were, like, talking, talking, saying some funny things.

You said, "No, we're going to-- No, we're going to do initiate--"

-Initiation. -Yeah, that one.

Don't trip over yourself. Fuck.

Now if the big man smells me, he will just send me home on the next flight.

If he even puts me in the first cab. Just-- Mm.

Shit! Get it together, man. Fuck!

Dude, why... you never listen? Just move.

Did you tell yourself one day

that you're going to make it your life's work to make mine impossible?

-Oh, this is about the kid, right? -The kid? He is not a kid. Not anymore.

Not since the day he got off that plane. He became an investment.

You know what he is? He's an ambassador to Marlboro fucking United.

Man, I thought he could--

He does not get to be a kid anymore. And neither do you.

I thought he could handle it.

You don't think for my clients, Les. That's my job.

Okay, aye-aye, boss.

Your sorry means shit to me right now, all right?

It's one hour before the match, that's 60 minutes, and look at him.

Huh? He looks like he needs a fucking AA meeting.

He'll sweat it out at warm-up.

You better-- You better hope so.

Motherfucker, you know heavy nights are part of the game, dawg.

-You shut up. -He better learn that now.

He's coming out today. What's the world going to see?

And why do you smell like you've been drinking tea all day?

Because I's a war veteran.

You're a... fucking piece of shit, that's what you are.

Okay, look, Blaze, Blaze, come on.

Hey, hey, you don't get to talk to me.

You grow up first, and then you talk to me, okay?

-This is not such a big deal. -It's not a big deal?

For a whole year, the wolves have been knocking at my door.

-My doorstep! -Shh...

And now I finally get to see what the possibilities are,

and you want to take it away from me because you got bored last night?

Someone stolen your toys?

The team sheets are out. Herve's in United's first 11.

Great.

It would be, if Lesego didn't take him out and get him wasted last night.

Look, Chris, he's in no condition to play.

All right. So what are you gonna do about it?

There's more. Vuyo didn't make the final cut.

He's benched?

-Yeah. -What's Zoe's thinking behind this?

She has no intention of playing him.

Yeah, the question is why.

That will trigger his 100th appearance bonus.

So fix it so it doesn't become a bad habit, yeah?

Good.

-Boys, dominate.

-Boys, dominate.

Boys, dominate! Okay, we stay focused on the game, boys.

We are minutes away from kickoff...

Big game. Right.

Right. Right.

And now, what's going on here?

I think it's the nerves.

Nerves?

I think debut... debut nerves.

Kwaku, warm up. You're in.

All right, have a good game, guys.

-Boys, dominate.

Here comes Lesego Moleko, cuts inside, and the flag stays down--

Oh! He can't finish.

The Marlboro captain has had

a couple of decent shots on target this half,

but he could have done better there.

Oh, one can only imagine

if Toure was on the field of play, how different things would have been.

Oh, my goodness!

You want some pity?

Yeah.