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-Previously on Agent... -Shall I remind you?

I said you need to fix this before it becomes a bad habit.

She's been in Europe the whole week.

The first photo shoot of up-and-coming Marlboro United stars,

right next to the world stars.

When were you going to tell me?

I've never seen or heard about this until now.

My laaitie, you are replacing the Zlat.

Where will we stay?

The west coast. It's lit, boy. Hot honeys in bikinis everywhere.

-What up, B? -Hey, Blaze.

Am I missing something?

So you won't play him? You won't play Vuyo?

Austerity is key to Apollo's survival.

I don't believe that your not playing Vuyo

has anything to do with your supposed cash flow problems.

Then what do you think it's supposedly got to do with?

You're mad at me.

You're angry at me and you're taking it out on my client.

And why would I be angry at you, Blaze?

Because I turned down your offer to join your little family here,

and instead I stayed with Chris.

And that's the part that you really, really can't stand.

Yes, you did turn down my offer.

But Vuyo has earned his bonuses.

He's the best player you have by a country mile.

If you wanna come at me, come at me. But do not take it out on Vuyo.

He feels surplus to requirements.

Hmm, 'cause maybe he is.

Uh-- Vuyo "the Train" Moyo, the best right back in the country?

Until he isn't.

Are you prepared to let it get that far?

Zo, I have not forgotten the things you have done for me in the past.

Oh, I actually think you've got a very short memory.

Because how did Vuyo get here in the first place?

I remember, so?

Ah, his deal with KwaMashu Devils fell through at the last second

and you were scrambling for another one.

And... your faith in him has been more than rewarded.

But the way you're treating him, that's disgraceful.

No player is bigger than his club.

And his club is suffering, so therefore we will all be making sacrifices.

If you want me to leave Christopher, I will leave. I will come to you.

If that's what it takes to play Vuyo, I'll do it.

Unfortunately, that offer, Blaze, has expired.

So if you want Vuyo to get his payout,

then Vuyo will wait one match at a time.

So, she actually considered making you leave me,

just so Vuyo could get on the pitch again?

But then she backtracked.

Probably 'cause she realized that I'd be doing so reluctantly.

Sometimes I wonder just how reluctant you are...

Gotta say I admire her.

Can't we concoct some kind of sweetener?

Seems to me this "fuck you" attitude isn't getting us anywhere.

So, you gonna tell me about this girl, bruv?

Come on, you know the one I'm talking about.

You've been seeing her.

I caught you in my office with her earlier.

We're seeing each other, but it's chilled.

It's chilled?

One day it's a relationship,

one day it's marriage, the next day it's kids.

Yeah, not with my track record, no.

Why are you being so quiet about this one?

Because there's nothing much to say right now.

-What's going on, bruv? -Nothing.

Jade...

She says Lesego and Herve are...

Never mind. It doesn't really matter.

You know damn well it does.

Shouldn't you be in Mauritius, keeping a hawk's eye on them?

What?

It's not Jade's job, is it?

Now. We're gonna go for a stroll on the beach.

Which two of you ladies gonna go with the boy ace Phule Moleko and junior here

for a stroll on the beach?

Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, ladies. Hmm? Going once...

Oh, hello.

-Well, hello, ladies. What's your name? -Joelle.

Hmm, merci.

-Merci, huh? -Yes.

-And you? -Meshnie.

Meshnie, huh?

-Hello. -Hello.

Let's do this, fam.

-What's up?

You sort that thing out for your boss?

Kind of, not really.

You're not going?

No, I could still be, though.

The sponsors organized an Air Mauritius flight out of OR Tambo.

Leaves at 16:30.

-You there? -Still at home.

You think you're gonna make it?

I'm thinking we should both try to make it.

On one condition, that we leave in the next 20.

What?

It's just one Sunday in Mauritius. I mean, what's gonna happen in one day?

Okay, uh...

-Okay, but you know my condition. -Yeah, yeah.

You need to land back early on Monday so you can report to the station.

Ugh, if I don't they'll hit the roof.

The return has us booked back at 8:15 Monday morning.

As long as I'm there by noon.

Don't forget your passport.

Okay... I'll see you on the other side.

If destiny allows...

So... you're from Ghana?

Côte d'Ivoire.

Where's that?

Near Ghana.

Cool.

-And you? -Who? Me?

I was born in Cairo, but I grew up in Rotterdam.

Rotterdam? So you speak German? Enfin, Dutch?

Mm-hmm. Well, my mom's from Morocco and my dad's South African.

You know when I started with Alpha, I lived in Paris for a year.

-Picked up a few words myself.

Will you come to the bedroom with me?

-What? -Was my French that bad--

No, no, uh...

It's just, like, I'm not used to women who--

Who say what they want?

Yeah.

It's hot. We're young. This is Mauritius and...

I'd like to crack open this... six-pack.

Nah, next thing, I'm outside, jumping over the wall, wearing what?

An Amakhosi jersey.

Public enemy number one, I tell you.

Lookee, lookee, lookee.

I have created a monster.

And now your little protégé is doing way better than you.

No, no, it ain't like that at all, baby.

-Me. Who Daddy? -Oh, come on, boys will be boys.

-Hey, yo, J, so guess what? -What?

Yeah, I read somewhere that, uh, between 10:00 and 2:00

is when people get the most skin damage,

-know what I'm saying? -Ah.

So what do you say we, uh, head back indoors?

Is that why your girlfriend left the pool?

-Huh? -Your girlfriend?

The pretty thing you gave your room key to?

What makes you think she's my girlfriend--

Girlfriend? Pff. I don't know. You seemed a little scared of her.

-Hey, yo...

You know, when I step to a girl...

often there's, uh...

I like to cut to the chase.

Listen, models travel... a lot, brah.

And they pick things up.

-Languages. Lovers. Skills. -Yeah.

Okay, easy, easy...

I took a self-defense class in Singapore.

Never had a chance to use it until now. Would have helped growing up in the Congo.

I'd love nothing more than to have some young stud

take me to new places of pleasure.

-But I'm married now, okay? -Okay.

And I don't get involved with married people.

-Okay. -Got it?

-Yeah, yeah. -You sure? Right.

What's her name, your girlfriend?

Nina.

Then I think it's time you get back to your Nina.

"My Nina"?

Mmm, fuck.

Oh, shit...

No, I'm cool, everybody. I'm cool.

Know how she is. We kinda like to roll like that, me and her, you know?

It's all, it's all easy.

So my girl Jerusha scored this for me.

She's always warning me about this Indian Ocean blow.

Says it's not like that diluted Dubai crap.

Let's see...

You first.

Ah, God, you're so cute.

Watch and learn.

Whoo!

Jerusha!

Your turn.

-And you're not getting out of this.

Oh, come on, I did it. You have to.

Just do it.

Okay.

Colombia 1, Côte d'Ivoire 0.

-Would you like some more? -No. No.

Good job.

Mmm.

God, you're like a slab.

I could have snorted the coke off you.

Just relax. I know you haven't done it on coke before.

Try to enjoy it.

Oh, my God.

Okay, um, just... do what I do.

Or what I say.

Come here.

Take it off.

Mmm. Leave it to moi.

Lie down.

What do you do when you're trying to score a penalty?

-Um... you have to stay calm. -Exactly.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Voilà.

Hey.

What are you doing here? I thought you were already at the party?

What are you doing here?

I'm waiting for the car.

You want one?

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

So, what's the deal there, anyway?

Ah, it's sweet.

Mmm.

-Three to one, in fact. -Ah, fuck! Wenger!

What's he still doing in the job?

Whoa, slow down, Piers Morgan.

Liverpool's record against the top six is world-class.

Well, it's your record against the bottom six you should worry about.

Fair point.

You know that my last straw was that fucking Bayern Munich disaster.

-I mean 10-2 on aggregate? -Yeah.

The guy should have been a man and just quit right there and then.

Well, I "ten-two" agree.

So, how's the body, Lesego?

Well, I'd say you looking mighty fine, mami.

I'm talking about yours, homeboy.

The way you've been playing,

I would say you have an injury you haven't told anyone about.

I'm fine. I'm good, I'm good.

Ace, you know I'm your number one fan, right?

I'm only asking because... I care.

And I've seen too many promising players

compromising their careers for the sake of... distractions.

And... easy on the sauce tonight, okay?

Enjoy yourself.

I'm with you on that one. I can sign that contract.

Never trust a bitch.

That's not what I'm telling you.

What I'm telling you is... there are no contracts in love,

but this is not love, this is football,

this is pen on paper.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, you see, that's where we're different, B.

Because for me, soccer is love. It is love.

Women, on the other hand...

It's just business.

You know what? Fuck it. Are you with me?

-Fuck it. -Fuck it, I mean, look at this place.

-It's pumping. -Look at it, it's pumping.

But... what is missing?

Okay, I'll rephrase, who isn't here?

Who isn't here?

Blaze Magoba isn't here.

That's right.

And where is Blaze Magoba?

And why is he not here? Well, he is not here

because Blaze Magoba is what you find at the bottom of the canary cage.

Shit?

Yesterday's story, mon cher monsieur.

-Good evening, welcome to Sugar Beach. -Hi. Thank you.

Booking under Blaze Magoba.

Blaze! I thought you'd never get here, mon coeur.

-Oh. Nina...

...where's your man?

Who cares.

What matters is you're here now.

You two have met once before, right?

This is Natalie.

Natalie, this is Nina, Lesego's girlfriend.

Very nice to meet you...

officially.

Nice to see you... in focus this time.

Well, I guess we'll see you tomorrow then, right?

Are you not coming to the open night party?

-No, it's late. -Late?

Why not? Um, we're only here tomorrow, so...

Yeah, why not? We'll see you there, right?

Psst... you his date?

Last I checked.

Oh...

Um, we're all set, yeah?

It was really lovely to meet you.

Excuse me.

-And Blaze... -Nina?

I can see since we met the other day...

What's happening with us?

Nothing's happening. It was... a mistake.

You see, what you need is an agent,

but what you have is a man who wants his cut without working for it.

That's not right. It is not right.

And I haven't even got to the fringe benefits yet.

For example, women with a particular taste in football players.

-You follow me? Yeah? Yeah!

Let me say this once again, who isn't here? Who isn't here?

-Blaze. -Blaze.

Listen, I know you don't like my methods. But that's not the problem.

The problem is that you're making a huge mistake. And you know it.

You shouldn't go with Magoba. You know it.

-But no, that's not possible. -What's not possible?

I have sponsors

who just want to throw money on young players like you.

I'm talking about ten-year deals! Ten years!

Well, I'm still young.

We don't even know where I'll be in two years.

Hey, tell him about the benefits.

Boy, the benefits in this game are wearing bras, panties,

benefits like bikinis, huh?

Or the benefits that you can chop up and eat 'em.

-Would you like some of those benefits? -Oh, yes. What's my name?

-What's my name, boy? Hit me. -Ooh, no problem, my good sir.

There you go.

Ah!

And one for the young one.

Oh, yeah!

Come on, let's party.

Hey, barman, three martinis.

All is well.

Can I get you a drink?

Sure.

Slick.

I don't like to waste time.

Now, tell me...

how come a gorgeous woman like you is sitting here alone?

I don't know. Maybe I was waiting for someone like you to come over.

-Is that so? -Yeah.

I was sitting here alone, miserable, then you showed up.

And here I am with a glass in my hand and some cute guy talking to me.

I'd love to get to know you.

Well, that's a nice change.

Usually people think I'm weird, you know,

with the make-up and the tattoos.

Oh! Oh, I like tattoos.

You have some others hidden somewhere on your body?

'Cause I'd love to see them.

I'm serious.

It's difficult to build relationships because of that, you know?

People think I'm bizarre.

Well, that's not the case with me, honey.

And I keep saying that syphilis is not contagious.

I've seen that on Facebook.

But I don't know why people just don't believe me.

But anyway...

You're not the kind of guy who likes to waste time, so...

-what do we do? -Uh...

Stay here? Or we go somewhere else?

-Tell me. -Uh, I think there's a misunderstanding.

No, what's wrong? We were just getting started, baby.

No, no. It's, uh-- It's okay.

It... It was nice talking to you, but, um, I gotta go.

Where are you going?

Well, thanks for the drink.

You have no idea...

Really? Really?

Why don't you excuse me for a second?

Duty calls.

-I'll get us a table. -All right.

Well, well, well, look who decided to show up.

What's up, J?

I know you read all my messages. Drinks are free.

I'm sorry, I was on the run all day.

Well, it takes five seconds to say, "Thanks, I got it."

What's wrong with you?

I should be meeting my deadlines.

Instead, I'm running around trying to keep your clients from giving you a bad name.

And you know I appreciate it, right?

Mind if I join?

So...

Why is a beautiful girl like you sitting on her own?

Blaze is busy... working.

That's what I used to say about Lesego too.

Just didn't realize it involves drugs and sex, this "working" thing.

J.P.'s been tapping up both your clients since he got here.

No doubt he has something to do with the girl who took Herve back to her room.

And let's just say that Herve had to blow his nose a few too many times tonight.

Thank you, sweetheart.

And what about you? Let me guess, PR?

Mm-mmm.

Insurance?

No.

Journalist?

Detective.

What?

Come on, man, don't punish me for doing my job.

You're done, Magoba. You're done.

Everybody knows it. Even your clients know it.

You're finished.

Look here, French fry,

why don't you worry about your clients and let me worry about mine? Yeah?

You have a shoot tomorrow.

Wait for me in the parking, yeah?

How long are you going to keep doing this to me?

Yo, the plane is getting full!

Nigga gotta fuck shit up.

When are you coming on board?

Les, if you want to bad-mouth me to Yasbeck, that's your business.

But leave Herve out of it. He's my client, not some project of yours.

Loosen up, B. Loosen.

Listen, how long have I been saying the same thing?

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's a good fucking question,

and you're not the kid's dad.

But every man has a breaking point.

Ah, yeah, you tell me. When there's a man, give me a call.

You better get the fuck out of my face, B.

Come on, B! We're in Mauritius, dawg.

Have a drink or something. This is not Pretoria.

If you wanna fuck up your life, that's okay.

I stopped caring a long time ago.

But I'll not stand by and watch you fuck up that kid's life--

Watch? Watch?

That's what you always do, Blaze.

You just stand around and watch as if you have nothing to hide.

All I'm saying is be professional for once, okay?

You're gonna destroy that kid.

Oh, thank God. I hope that's for him, 'cause he needs one.

-It's for his girlfriend, actually. -His girlfriend?

The fuck does she mean "his girlfriend"?

-Is it that Coloured bitch? Oh, shit-- -Just show up for the shoot tomorrow.

There must be no one left in Jozi who will fuck your ass.

Yeah!

Ah, yeah. Come on, let's party.

Oh.

Shall we go?

You've met Lesego, right?

Oh, yeah, she has, bro. In fact, a few times.

Even before you met her.

Very much in passing.

-Oh, but not the second time. -You sure about that?

Shall we?

All right.

Herve. It's Blaze.

What did you make of that, um... Natalie?

You seemed to know her better.

-You spoke to her tonight, didn't you? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, so what's the deal?

-What's the deal? -Mm-hmm.

She's a normal woman.

Girl-next-door type.

But a detective.

Educated.

It's just weird.

It's weird your friends want to settle down?

What's weird about that? It's normal.

Oh, not for Blaze, no.

Wait... did you say detective?

Yes.

As in a cop?

Mm-hmm.

I've never known Blaze to stay long enough with anyone

to know their middle name.

Sometimes people realize it.

They don't want to live their life forever on their own.

Not me though.

Then what am I?

You are my rebound.

Your rebound?

Uh-huh.

-Really? -Yeah.

Did you forget you were like seeing, hmm, five different girls when we met?

-Yeah, that's what's up. -Yeah, five.

-And after a while, it was just me left. -Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

And you were the most freakin' high maintenance of all of them.

But nowhere near as boring.

You're unbelievable.

Herve, it's very important to me that you're happy...

and that tomorrow goes well.

Oh, sorry. I was...

What you say? I was buzzing.

I know about the model.

She was Dutch, or, I think, from Morocco.

And also from Egypt. I think she was all of them.

I know about the coke.

Are you angry at me?

I mean, I never done this before.

Just be on time for your shoot tomorrow.

And no more sniffing that stuff.

I mean it.

-Get some rest, okay? -Okay.

Here you go, ma'am.

Not that easy. Come on.

Mm. More like it.

So, I think I've got it all figured out.

You're Ivan. I'm Katerina, I reckon.

And Nina... definitely Grushenka.

What are you on about?

Hmm... I'm still looking for Fyodor, the father figure,

although I suspect that might be your boss, Christopher.

But Lesego...

Lesego is definitely Dmitri. The sensualist.

Can't seem to have enough women or trouble.

Unhappy ending written all over him.

How was it with Herve?

Fine. He's a good kid.

Just easily influenced.

Perfect.

I think we have our Alexei.

I hope tonight didn't freak you out.

Why? Because you have a lot of female admirers?

No, because my clients can be hard work sometimes.

But you admit that you have many female admirers?

This is not me being jealous by the way.

They're work associates.

In the same way you introduced me as a work associate to your boss?

That was different.

And the beautiful Indian lady?

That's Jade. She's like my little sister, you know?

She works in media, and she's a huge Liverpool fan, like myself.

I'm not sure she considers you an older brother.

I'm pretty sure she does.

Oblivious...

just like Ivan.

But I think Ivan and Dmitri are headed for trouble.

Why do you play my emotions, babe?

Hmm?

Why do you play with my emotions?

Can we talk about this in the morning? It's late.

Now it's late because it suits you.

The whole day, you've been looking up girls' skirts, snorting lines,

boozing like if your life depended on it.

It's not a fucking bachelor's, Lesego.

Oh, what is it then?

A holiday you're on with your girlfriend.

Mm.

More like a paid holiday for you.

And I'm working. I'm on a job.

Is that fair?

Didn't think so.

What am I to you? How do you see me?

Tell me. I need to know.

Can we sleep, please?

I hate that look you get on your face

when I'm introduced as a "partner" or as a "girlfriend."

You can't even hide your disgust.

You are here, are you not?

Huh?

So, please, just switch off the light...

and keep quiet.

There's our girl, thank you.

If you want to be single, go be single.

But rather tell me now.

So I don't have to waste more of my life in a relationship with someone...

...with someone who doesn't want me.

How are your sleeping patterns?

You seemed agitated on the plane.

I have these recurring nightmares.

About?

About me, and what I did.

What I keep on seeing...

is that moment of realization...

of stealing a life I wasn't supposed to.

That moment, just after my finger pulled the trigger...

when I looked around and I saw him lying on the floor.

And then there was his blood spreading around us.

This funny lilac linoleum floor.

A woman in the background wailing somewhere.

And officers yelling something at me, but...

me not understanding them.

It's just... just spinning out of control.

It's just-- just losing my mind one inch at a time.

Just going and going and going and going.

What was his name?

Jarred Coetzee.

God, I'll never forget that name.

He was... just an honest guy.

Worked as a foreman in a factory, you know?

Nothing fancy.

Married to Berty, who's a lovely woman.

Berty and their two beautiful daughters.

You know, that moment in my dream, it's...

it's that taste that you get in the back of your throat,

it's that smell of sulfur.

It-- it-- it just makes you wanna gag.

It just-- it makes you wanna stop breathing, it just...

It makes you wanna say goodbye to the whole goddamn fucking thing.

Maybe it's different for other people, you know? I mean, how would you know?

But it's just how it felt like for me.

But then it's also like I'm...

floating...

numb...

floating in a sea of darkness...

just...

floating...