Champions (Campeones)

Hey!

Hey, you! Wait up!

I'm coming! What's wrong?

You had no slip, so I gave you a ticket.

Come on, man! A ticket forjust 5 minutes?

No, it's been 42 minutes, and 10 is the limit.

So you get a ticket.

Do you get paid to fuck other people up?

No sir, to monitor parking.

You've been 42 minutes without the slip.

Yeah, yeah, you already said that.

I was trying to explain in case you had any doubt.

Any doubt?

I see they always hire the brightest guys for the job.

But I've got one too, and I'm running late.

Triple! Oh Ia la, Edwin Jackson!

Triple score!

- She didn't show up today either? - No.

- Maybe she's sick. - I don't give a fuck. Get off.

Jordi!

Draw a foul, man!

You're making a mistake.

We're looking for the extra pass!

This is no way to win.

Play it long!

We're going to play long possession.

Ending in 2 on 2 with direct blocking for Jackson.

But he's playing like shit!

Long possession.

If we don't score, we hold it.

Here.

First, this attack. We push to the shot limit.

We play longwise.

And we end up with a pick and roll for Jackson.

Understood?

Good. If we don't score, we defend.

And shift in every blocking.

Now, Fernéndez...

But how can we defend? We'll have to make a foul, Paco.

Are we the only jerks here to try and defend this? Fuck!

Sabané, Wilson and Grimau.

To Jackson. It's clear, right?

Defence! Defence!

Let's go, go, go! One, two, three, Estu!

He doesn't listen. He thinks he's God.

We're in deep shit, wait and see.

- Get to the locker room. - What?

Go to the locker room.

You just turned referee or something?

No, I'm first coach and you're second.

Like it or not, I'm in charge of this team.

You don't care shit about the team, Paco.

- Get off the court. - You don't know shit, man.

- Get out! - What the fuck!

CHAMPIONS

Today, pro basketball has shown us a regrettable picture.

During the Movistar Estudiantes and Tenerife Iberostar match

played this evening, the well-known coach

Francisco Carrascosa was fiercely pushed

by Marco Monte, second coach.

Montes. The name is Marco Montes, shit.

And this is Barcelona's Apollo night club,

hosting a single gig by Mermelada,

the '80s old rhythm and blues band,

meeting again to celebrate...

Another one.

Fuck!

Shit! Holy shit.

Shit.

What the fuck? No way, no way.

Why did you stop there?

Didn't you see me coming?

Marco Montes. Out.

It's about time. I'm late for work.

You bet you are, you're going to court first.

Aren't you putting your shoes on?

No. What trial are you talking about?

We'll have a quick one.

If you don't mess it up again, we may be lucky.

But I'd wear the tie.

What do you mean? Who are you?

Your lawyer. Glad to meet you too.

- Aren't you coming in? - No.

I'll take the stairs, if you don't mind.

Mr Monte.

Driving with a blood alcohol content three times over the limit,

damages to a police vehicle,

injuring, pending assessment, the officers.

- Resisting arrest. - No.

I never resisted anybody.

I just asked for this officer's badge number.

- Keep quiet, please. -l'm telling the truth.

Shall I add contempt of court to this already heavy list?

Nothing else, Your Honour.

I beg your pardon, she's asking me.

Plus verbal abuse against said officers.

Besides paying the damages, and two years without a licence...

Hold on...

It's good enough. Could be worse.

Worse than two years? Listen.

I think the sentence is excessive for driving with just a couple of drinks.

The sentence is yet to come, Mr Monte.

- Montes. - Montes.

The defendant is facing a prison term of no less than 18 months.

This sentence may be commuted for community services

in a place and for a period this court will soon let you know.

Court adjourned.

- I told you we'd be lucky. - What do you mean, lucky?

When will I do that job? I already have a job.

I'm awfully sorry, Montes. You leave me no choice.

Look, Mr Chairman, about what happened,

I understand it's nothing to be proud of.

But everything I do is for the team.

You shoved him against the bench for the team?

I didn't shove him, he lost his balance, that's all.

You tell him, Paco.

Paco, please, tell him.

-I've been warning you. - About what?

You're the best second I've ever had.

- Why the fuck are we here, then? - I don't know your personal problems.

Right now you're unfit for the team.

Don't fuck me up.

No, you brought it upon yourself.

-I'll be downstairs. - The decision has been made.

You no longer belong to this club.

"The Friends Association."

You'll be working for people with intellectual disability.

- What the fuck is that? - Language, Mr Montes!

- Pardon me, Mrs Judge... -lt's Your Honour.

Pardon me, Your Honour, but I don't get what you mean.

You're talking about retards?

- Your Honour said "language". - I didn't say "fuck" now.

No, it's worse. It's offensive.

For saying "retards"?

Years ago we had Retards Day.

Mongoloids asked for change.

I gave them money. To the mongoloids and the retards.

Therefore you'll work for them the next 90 days.

Ninety days?

- But that's three months. - Congratulations.

- What for? - Because I see you can count.

Intellectually disabled?

You mean writers in wheelchairs?

Not disabled intellectuals, Mom, intellectually disabled people.

You mean retards? So, you're joining in with retards now.

- Walter, a glass of wine, please. - Right away, Mrs Amparo.

Now they're called disabled because "retards" is offensive.

We always had Retards Day and it was okay.

- Like Cancer or AIDS days. - Well, you can't say that anymore.

No. Not for the boy.

But Why?

-It's like the gay thing. - What about them?

Now you call them gay.

And how did we use to call them?

Well, fags.

Now, who taught you that language here?

Not me, I'm sure.

- Why don't you answer? It's Sonia. - Just because.

Well, let me do it then, maybe

something's up at the store.

Please, forget the store. I don't want to talk to her, that's all.

You're really messing up everybody's life.

Me? Messing up?

You don't know how hard it is for me.

I'd give everything to see you two make up.

Mom, don't worry about me.

No, I'm worried about myself. I'd like you to go home.

You're invading my space.

They were in such a hurry, and they haven't even picked it up.

They say the police always comes when you call them.

15 days with these outfits and nobody's shown up.

Like I always say, haste gets you nowhere.

I get antsy when they hassle me.

A man needs quiet. Now, where do I stash all this?

I'm putting this here, but let me tell you,

it's the last time for me.

No, and I'm saying no.

Well, well, well.

It's a great honour that a professional like you

should be interested in working with our team.

-"Interested" isn't quite the word. - Neither is "team".

We have an indoor soccer branch playing several tournaments.

I see. Very impressive.

We'd like to take advantage of you being here a few months

to make you our coach.

Yeah, well. You see, I don't know about indoor soccer.

-L'm a basketball coach. - Precisely what we need.

A basketball coach.

- You have a basketball branch? - Sure.

But our coach left.

How many days per week should I work?

That depends on you.

Excellent. Then one day should be enough.

- Only one day? - One day is perfect.

Say, one hour. Not to overload them too much.

Well, coming here does a lot of good to the boys, you know.

For them, sport isn't the main thing.

It's more a way of normalising the situation.

The more they're training here,

the more they socialise, the happier they are.