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Previously on Agent.

Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you?

-Be important to someone?

What I am seeing is my girlfriend all over you.

Why would a cop be the last person he should be with?

You'll figure it out. You're a smart girl.

-You son of a fucking bitch. -She wanted it, man.

You put your body in the work and I like that.

The sponsors are threatening to pull your fee.

You can drop this shit. That's on me.

I want a Jag, or a Maserati. I want my own house with a swimming pool.

All in good time, yeah?

I actually thought Nigeria was crazy.

So, yeah, and then I saw that and I was like, yo, this is, this is crazy.

Can I ask you a question?

Is it true what they're saying about Mauritius?

Did the fight actually happen? Are you guys still working together?

Two seconds, man. Yes or no?

Mila is killing it. You should see her.

No thanks to your negotiating skills.

Aw, thank you, Blaze.

Anyway, they're shooting now, this segment in South Africa,

and then they fly to some tropical island for six weeks.

And what about this director?

Well, uh, I think he's playing mind games with Mila.

I warned the both of you before you decided to take this gig. Yes?

-Yeah, you did. -Hmm.

I need you to fly with her to the island, just for a couple of days.

-Copy that. -To get a feel of things.

Sure. Oh, and, um, what about Christopher?

Well, let's pretend that we've cut her loose.

Cut who loose?

Talking to each other, are we?

I don't smell any deals being done.

But I tell you what I do like,

my phone's not being blown up for the wrong reasons.

Mauritius has gone back to being a holiday destination

and not a crime scene.

What did you do?

Oh, we just kept on repeating the same words.

-"No comment." -See?

You do listen to Daddy.

Well done, my son. You too, Godi.

And I really don't know what he would do without you.

So you came all the way from the top floor, down to the ground, just for that?

Is it me you're talking to like that, "boss"?

I come down anytime I damn well please, 'cause I've earned it.

And here's the million-dollar question for you kids. What's going on with Lesego?

Hmm.

Well?

He's in a different space right now.

What does that even mean?

He got red-carded by Nina.

And now she's playing wife to J.P.

I mean, how would you feel, Chris, if you got dropped for that loser?

You kids murder me.

You hear a weather report and then you wonder why it's raining.

She warned him. Mans is sloppy, innit?

Listen, I don't care if he goes to bed crying in the fetal position,

as long as he gets up, gets on the pitch and delivers.

-Performance, mate.

-What?

Uh, reception-- Yeah.

I just want a client-agent relationship with him, you know?

But every time he fucks up his life, I take the hit.

-Agents are meant to be bulletproof, mate. -But you said I should drop him.

Yeah, I just said that for effect in front of the fucker,

to shock him out of his self-sabotage funk.

It's never worked in the past. What makes you think it would work now?

Chris, you know he's tried to destroy everything good that happens in my life.

And this time, he's taken it too far by dragging Natalie into his bullshit.

-Natalie? -Yes.

-Natalie? -Yes.

So, where are we exactly with this, uh, Natalie situation?

-We? -Yes.

-Situation? -We...

we are talking about her in the past tense though, yeah?

I don't know anymore.

-She reads people for a living. -And so what?

So she doesn't roll up in a yellow Hummer to investigate crime like Horatio Caine.

Which means she loves what she does.

She never takes a day off, Blaze.

She's always on, always reading people, yeah?

End it.

Actually, she tried ending it with me.

Come again?

Yeah, I don't blame her, after the way I behaved in Mauritius.

Then what are we, uh, even arguing about, mate?

You've got your out.

The problem is I don't want an out.

That's a big problem, isn't it, bruv?

Huge.

Yeah. And I'm sitting here, thinking to myself,

why do I feel like I need to explain myself to you?

-You're not even my father. -Hmm.

We all know who your father is, Blaze. Those are small shoes to fill.

Look, I'm not trying to, uh, "police" who you hook up with,

but there are plenty of women in this fucking city.

Women we don't have to worry about.

I'll hook you up. Give you a number.

Given, it's a risk. It's risky.

The word is "suicidal."

But if I let her walk, it will kill me even more.

Listen, you've heard what I have to say, you know my position.

Let's move on... to the future.

To the one shining light in this ocean of bullshit.

Herve fucking Toure, mate.

Come on.

Herve.

Yeah, don't play it down, you know he's special.

"Once-in-a-generation player." You heard it here first.

-Yeah!

Hello.

Hello. I remember you from...

Um, we spoke the other night downstairs?

I was walking by, waiting for my Uber.

You gave me your room number.

-Oh. -My name's Fanta.

Oh, yes, like the drink.

-Only, I taste better. -Okay.

Are you going to let me in, or are we just going to stand here?

Sorry, come in.

Oh, yeah, his form has been impressive lately,

and him starting the last three matches is a sign of greater things to come.

But?

But these kids think that they invented rock and roll.

They don't get that we get it, you know?

You've got money in your pocket and women are throwing themselves at you,

next thing, everyone's opening doors for you.

You get super excited and then boom.

I know how the story ends, mate.

Yeah, but they don't listen, they never listen.

He wants to go pick up a new whip this afternoon.

German or Italian?

Overpriced, that's what it is.

I've been dodging him for all this time, but now he's throwing his toys.

Look, rides have got a price. That, we can handle.

What we can't handle are the groupies and the gold diggers.

I mean, he's gonna be walking around with these big balls,

everyone is just gonna be stroking them.

-Do your job. -I'm worried, Chris.

It's too much too soon.

Curb his enthusiasm...

and don't fuck with his zone.

Hmm.

Why didn't I think of that?

Look, mate, as agents, we don't always get "that kid."

Do you know what I mean?

And we found something special here, so stop fucking bitching.

"We"? Walter's the genius here, for playing him at a false number nine.

Me? I discovered him and I dug him up.

You? I remember you complaining and bitching about

-how expensive tickets are to West Africa. -I don't have time for "I remember when."

What's happening with Zoe and Vuyo?

I'm surprised his muscles haven't atrophied.

He's been on the bench for the last six matches, hasn't he?

Jesus Christ, I mean, what the fuck's going on?

-I don't know. -All right. Look.

You keep a leash on Lesego and Herve tonight at the match,

and I'll go and sort out this mess with Zoe Zante, yeah?

Zoe Zante can't be reasoned with.

Ask me, I've tried for the past six weeks with that woman.

How are you going to get her to play him?

That's my problem.

Look.

I'll go to Apollo, you go to Marlboro and cheerlead.

-Are you sure? -I was born sure.

Oh, and, Blaze,

that, um, actress, the African Theresa Russell, or whatever,

listen, I hope you told her there's no shame in waitressing for a living,

and then you showed her the door, yeah?

Oh, and, Blaze,

only if Rosario Dawson or Eva Mendes calls saying they need repping...

-Is Blaze in there? -...otherwise forget that shit.

Mila, come on! Mi-- Mi--

Well, I tried to st-- Oh, well.

This is what it takes to get a sit-down with you?

-I'm in the middle of something. -You're always in the middle of something.

I need to talk to you, and not on the phone,

and not through Godi either.

I don't know if you've noticed,

but I've already started shooting my first lead role in a film.

Now, your other clients can kick a ball.

Okay. What about me?

What about when I'm when I'm working the red carpet for the big one?

Where are you gonna be?

I know where Godi is going to be. She's gonna be right there next to me.

Look, I'm sorry.

Maybe taking you on was a mistake. My mistake.

I don't know anything about your industry, all right? And I--

And... people in our industry all have something special.

Whether it's football or flicks.

Handle your business, son. This one's going to be doing big things.

Wait. What?

You're meant to be her agent,

and here she is, telling you what she thinks, face-to-face.

That takes guts. Guts is enough.

-I have no idea what just happened.

Babycakes, what's wrong?

Let me leave you two to talk. Hmm.

Thanks.

-It's my dad. -Oh.

He wants me to drop this acting dream and go back to the Congo.

Pick up my "true calling" again.

But Uncle Greg has always treated you like this.

Ever since you were a little girl. I mean, there's nothing new about that.

Yeah, except now he says things like,

"Those who are touched don't seek the limelight."

Yeah. And my mom,

she seems to think that this industry is gonna screw with my head.

Speaking of screw, she also seems to think

that every single guy is gonna want to... get into my pants.

Hmm. Look, but she's not wrong.

I mean, I know nothing about your industry,

but I've seen the news lately, all right,

and I know what guys with positions of power are capable of doing.

Mila, you are my babycakes.

Don't let it go down a road where you feel it's gonna be hard to say no.

Okay?

Now, show me some love.

Come on, let's bury this. Yes.

Yes, I know you want to. Bring it in.

Mm-hmm.

There we go.

So, here we go, all right?

Now, just remember, don't be too ignorant when it comes to your selection.

That's the shit.

I run the town with that baby.

Perhaps, but this is not a baby, it's a beast.

It chows petrol just idling.

Remember, you want reliable before you go for sexy.

Dude, but if you just worry about the money, it's fine.

I'm just going to score more goals. More money.

I'm worried about the principle. It's called fiscal discipline.

Hmm?

You wanna eat, right, after you retire?

Come on, man. I'm still a baby.

I don't want to become old when I drive my first Ferrari.

Now, why does that sound like Lesego?

James Bond.

Dude, I can definitely do this.

My first car was a Mazda 323. Now, that baby was--

-Look, Herve, Herve. -What?

You need to become the smarter version of you, now, all right?

-I wish I had made different choices.

You don't want to become another statistic

where white people laugh at black athletes and call it "new money," right?

Five cars, no house.

-Hey. Herve? -What?

Dude... I make bonuses.

What is it, hat trick, plus two?

You know I got skills. We're going to make more money.

I know, that's why I signed you.

But look, you need to focus on tonight.

The cars, they'll still be here tomorrow.

That one.

Hau. Hey, son.

How are you, sir?

Me? I'm like an old man that has lost his mind.

I must have.

I'm still in this business.

If you were to leave this business, what else would you be living for?

You know, I never thought much of your kind.

My kind?

Agents. Especially when you all started spreading like weeds,

ruining the game we worked hard to create.

But, sir, you know I'm not one for corruption.

I know you would never do that, my boy.

You know...

our investments are not like most people's.

Ours are not bonds or shares,

ours are these boys with nothing but talent

that they want to show off on the field.

With nothing but...

what they can do out there.

They get a taste for more,

and our investment gets riskier, you understand.

These boys that still want to have a good time,

we know it's a risk, but you understand.

I understand perfectly.

It's like this boy of yours. What's his name? He...

-Herve. -Herve!

Yes, he is still in a bubble. Take care of him, he's rare.

But if you were to ask experienced folk like myself...

a bubble can burst in one season.

That's the problem with a bubble, it can easily burst.

But when you're sitting inside the bubble and you look up into the sky...

your mind wanders.

You know...

Everything you see... it won't last.

Not in the same way.

Is there something troubling you, sir?

Son, always be on the lookout for when things turn...

and they seem to be coming at you in reverse...

always stay focused.

Makhosi.

I know that CAF banned the use of muthi in our games.

However, the problem, Makhosi, is that...

my father fired our sangoma years ago...

because he lost faith in our traditions.

I don't know, it was his way of thinking that shifted.

He just became too Westernized.

You can see for yourself that nothing of ours is working out.

The team has been cursed.

Makhosi.

I don't even remember when was the last time we won silverware.

It's by no coincidence.

Allow me to consult with the ancestors.

That's why I called you, Makhosi.

I heard only great things

about your time at KwaMashu Devils.

It was good times when I was there.

Dark times now that I have left.

I believe, Makhosi,

that you will help me bring about change in the club.

But, Makhosi... we must remain discreet.

Yes, I will drift in and out like a spirit.

There's a secret door at the office.

Do you remember me telling you about it?

Yes, like a spirit.

Soon enough, Makhosi,

you will not have to hide.

Soon, Makhosi,

they will applaud you for making things right with our ancestors.

I am a servant of the ancestors and this club.

There he is. Tony Stark.

-What? -Iron Man.

Over 100 appearances, and you haven't got a scratch on you.

You can't get hurt on the bench, Chris. And it's 99 appearances without a scratch.

Look, I know how you feel, mate.

You don't know shit, man.

You've never rocked a number on your back, dude, you don't understand.

You're right. I've never played.

But where I'm from, stakes is high enough, trust me.

Yeah? I mean, picking those shiny suits must be very stressful, hey?

Even if you're on ice, you've gotta be ready.

I guarantee you,

there's someone in the stands looking to take your spot on the bench.

Look, you've got a better chance staying in the room, my man.

You know? You've got an education and stuff.

All I've got is this game,

and I feel like the club keeps pushing me to the door every day.

That's why I'm here. To push back.

Hi, this is Natalie, leave a message. Yeah, I'll call you.

-Is that your girlfriend? -Maybe.

Don't get me wrong, and I don't mean to sound like the bad person here,

but he's fucking useless to me right now.

-I love the guy. -Listen to me.

This is the same guy who stood by my side on my wedding day.

I don't want to say this, but this shit with Zoe, man,

it's been going on for six fucking weeks.

Oi!

Just take a moment.

Breathe.

Let's sit down...

politick for a sec, yeah?

Blaze is a good man, and a good agent.

And I wouldn't have vouched for him way back when if he wasn't, would I?

Maybe he was... once.

The problem with you people is that you think it's players who go crazy,

who get too big, who get too rich. Huh?

Do you think we're the only ones who lose it? It goes both ways here.

I get paid, he gets paid.

I mean, you know, Blaze, he's, he's just way too relaxed.

He shouldn't... he shouldn't be.

I mean, he's the one who gets fat, lazy and slow with me, right?

I hear you, but that's not the case here.

Zoe has taken the budget and axed it.

Why am I being dragged into both?

Shit in the front office has got nothing to do with me, Chris.

He's always gone to war for you.

Trust me.

This stalemate is on me.

But you're going to fix it, right?

Please don't tell me you came all the way in here

to give me one long lawyer's hand job?

I'm going to the office right now.

And if you're not playing by 8:00...

there will be blood.

Do I need to read your articles just to hear from you?

Yes. Do you have a problem with that?

-We're not going to talk about that? -No.

Seriously, did I deserve that piece on me and Les?

You recorded me at my lowest and you showed it to the whole world.

At least I saw who you really are.

I was, I was smashed.

Oh, good. All is forgiven, then.

Thanks for the explanation.

That piece of shit in Mauritius, that was not me.

I'm sorry, and I mean it.

Whatever I said and whatever I did, you did not deserve it.

How many times, Blaze? Hmm?

How many times have I looked out for you?

You're right.

And I haven't thanked you enough.

And I never forget what you have done for me. Never.

We're still part of Klopp's Red Army, right?

Well, it depends.

Depends on what?

I'm still deciding if I believe you or not.

I mean, you're an agent, right? Bullshit is your default setting.

What's wrong?

The SA anti-doping agency.

They've got some officials doing the rounds tonight.

Just letting you know. In case one of your players are acting, you know...

like themselves.

Thank you.

-Moleko. -What's--

What's wrong?

Did a shipment of white sink between Mexico and Lagos?

What? What did you say to me?

It's fine. You can also try food for breakfast.

-You. You're what's wrong with this game. -Me?

You haven't seen the back of the net in months.

I'm carrying you.

So you should just say thank you for playing on the same team as me

and walk away.

I haven't scored in months,

but at least I don't put poison in my veins.

So fuck you and everyone who looks like you.

Hey, gents, gents.

You better get out the tumblers, sweetheart.

I tried to stop him.

Did you hear that? He tried to stop me. But even you know I can't be stopped.

Nicko, it's fine. I'll handle Mr. Kilembe.

Christopher.

So, what's the occasion?

Pour me an Irish and let's talk business.

Okay.

So, you are through the door.

Let's just see if you can stay in the room.

So, what's it gonna take for the kid to play tonight?

Uh-uh. Don't speak to me. Speak to Santiago.

Like your drink?

Don't give me that "speak to Santiago" horseshit.

We both know you pick the team sheet. So, what's it gonna take, Zo?

Can't help you, Chris, because I announce the lineup in 30 minutes.

That's a lifetime in this game. So, Vuyo's on the sheet, right?

I haven't decided yet.

Sure you did, Zo.

Oh, really, Chris, and when was that?

-The second I walked in the room. -You're not that cute.

Good. I'm not going for cute. That would imply safe.

-Aren't you? -Especially when I haven't closed.

It's gonna take a little bit more than lip service.

Everybody is fighting for the same coin in the sport right now.

So, Chris, times are tough.

Not that tough. That's an old line, surely.

I mean, we are talking over a 30-year-old malt, aren't we?

See, this is appearances.

Delicious little trick my dad taught me in the '80s.

Just reel them in with smoke and mirrors.

I reckon you've got a lot more to offer than your old man did.

Like those legs of yours.

Listen, these are a gift from the Greek theos.

And what we are dealing in is shekels.

What if I go into my own pocket to pay Vuyo's bonus?

You'd do that?

If it gets him on the pitch.

I mean, Jesus H. Christ, he's the best right back in the country

and he's busy gathering dust.

Christopher, I'm sorry, I...

I can't help you,

because it's... it's not your money that I'm interested in.

Hey.

It's a great night for a game, yeah?

I'm not really into soccer. I wouldn't know.

You're the perfect SAIDA official.

I mean, truly objective. You don't really care who wins.

It's good. It's good.

It's good to see that your bosses are being proactive, you know,

to eradicate this cancer.

The youth is losing faith in sports.

Armstrong? The bastard broke my heart.

-I gave up on sport after that. -Hmm. What a shame.

So, you're just here to select players randomly

and test them after the game, right?

Doping is a serious offense.

Yeah, of course, I mean, I couldn't agree with you more. Yeah?

I have to take this.

Yeah, sure. You know what? Good luck.

Uh, I take that back,

'cause if I wish you luck, then the game is screwed, right?

-Yeah.

Whew.

-Hello?

Les?

Lesego, get out.

Oh, Blaze, you good?

What's up?

-Your nose. -Huh?

Your nose, you fucking idiot.

That's why you're still my guy.

You fight like a bitch, but you're still my agent.

Oh, shit.

Are you serious? Are you serious right now?

What?

Take a hard look at yourself in the mirror, Lesego.

Tell me, what do you see?

-I'm looking. -Mm-hmm.

I'm beautiful.

What else do you see?

Number one.

Let me tell you what I see.

You're a fucking disaster that is waiting to happen.

Minutes away from a big nationally televised match, Lesego,

and you're smoking hard drugs.

And TV isn't like before.

Everything is in HD, which means they can see up your coked-up nostrils.

But it gives me the edge, though.

Boy, it's like the defenders are moving in slow motion...

Wait, wait, wait. That's how you've been scoring?

It-- Fuck me.

How long has this been going on?

How long, Les?

You know what? It's fine. Don't answer me.

You know why?

When SAIDA comes knocking at your door... I won't be able to lie for you.

I will not lie for you.

You think I'm the only one?

Things worked out for Paul Merson.

Paul Merson?

Just because you're not the only one doesn't make it right.

Everything you do affects me.

Out of all the shit you pull, Lesego, out of all the shit...

...this one comes with a lifetime ban.

Next thing you'll be teaching soccer to 5-year-olds just to pay your rent.

You think you're going to be the only man in history to go against the house?

It always ends, and when it does, it does not end well.

Wait, Blaze. Shh.

Listen.

Do you hear that?

That crowd shouts.

They shout. No matter what.

If I score... No, when I score, they love me!

Forty thousand people love me!

No matter what!

And that's all that matters.

Boro, Boro, Boro, Boro...

So, uh, we have a deal?

Well, if you must know,

I was always going to start with Vuyo tonight.

So, you, um, played me from the start?

Don't act like you didn't enjoy it.

Nicko!

How you doing?

I should've shot that fucking bastard while I had a chance,

back in that boardroom when Herve was there.

I still have a plan.

-What? -With your daddy watching?

You weren't gonna shoot shit. You were not going to shoot shit.

Vuyo was selected tonight.

Thank God. That's something, isn't it?

What do you mean, that's something? It's fantastic.

Six weeks we've been going through this crap.

It's bonus in the bank now. What more do you want?

-Clean urine, maybe. -What?

-...shit. -Listen to me.

The only thing my dad is good for nowadays

is trading stories about good old days and good old times

and laughs with good old dying men.

I'm the future of this thing.

You mark my words. Watch when the tables turn.

All right. I'm just making sure.

Well, Blaze and his clients are dead men walking.

They just don't know it yet.

Everyone from his book has to go through me.

We have an agreement on this?

Jean Pierre, I'm nothing if I'm not a man of my word.

-There's a storm coming.

I don't know what you're talking about, man.

Look, I can't get into it now, it's almost kickoff.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Moleko's been showing off

in his last couple of appearances.

He's making an example at the moment.

He’s showing he's the true skipper of the side here.

Toure, he's on the run, the defense is caught napping...

Ball to Moleko, back to Toure,

back to Moleko, one-two, one-two...

He's through on goal here-- Oh, the goalkeeper!

It's a penalty. Ace will take it.

He hits it right-footed toward the goal...

-Oh, what a beautiful goal! -Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Nice one. Nice, boys.

Okay. Okay, boys, we're catching up now, we're catching up.

Morale is up now, let's push forward, we're pushing forward.

Oh, my word, he sent the keeper the wrong way.

Here comes Toure, Toure is coming in on the inside,

Toure gives it to Daniels,

but the goalkeeper is there.

Oh, my word, that's we have for the action for today.

The referee blows it. It is 1-1 at the end of this game here today.

I cannot wait for the replay next week.

Let's talk about this, Reggie. It was end-to-end stuff!

-Toure, Toure, Toure... -Fucking nice one. At least... fine.

What, are you stalking me now?

I didn't mean to come off that way.

You've been dodging me for three weeks. I had to see you.

Are you ready to tell me the truth about Lesego

and whatever it is that you're protecting him from?

Do you know what it took out of me, telling you about killing an innocent?

Do you?

I shared parts of myself with you I thought I'd buried.

My brother getting shot.

I gave you everything.