As primeras 200 linias.
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of.
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.
It's up to you, if you have a New York state of mind.
They say there are 8 million stories in the naked city,
and you're about to see mine.
You see, it all started--
Well, I could show you better than I can tell you,
and since it's about to start, I'll just shut up now.
Pete, would you like to share today?
Hi, I'm Pete, and I am a workaholic.
Hi, Pete.
You know, this is a safe space.
I'm still struggling with this.
I just really like my job.
It's like this last assignment, the boss sent me to Vegas.
I know I could have said no, hell, I probably should have.
There were other places I was supposed to be.
But when I work, man,
there's a charge, you know?
Pete.
I feel...
I feel alive.
Like nothing else exists.
You've got the fate of another person in your hands.
I know you-- you doctors and lawyers here, you feel me.
In those moments, nothing should be more important.
But sometimes when I get that call, I want to say no,
I just can't.
If I could do the job better than anyone else, well,
how do I just walk away?
That's all I got.
Keep comin' back.
Sir?
Answer it.
Boss, we got a problem.
No shit.
We found a bug.
Where?
Right there in the Cubanos.
It's gotta be the fucking cartel.
No way. Angel wouldn't dare.
She is one crazy bitch.
Oh, God. There's three of you.
Yeah, boss. We're all here.
Angel knows I won't break the code, even for my own son.
Now, if there's cause...
This could be it, boss.
Who was last seen in my office?
- Pete. - No way.
I saw him leave.
Yeah, I was with him.
So you were there after?
Whoa. What are you saying?
Tut-tut-tut-tut. Boss.
I want you to bring him to me.
Uh, boss, just to be clear, do you mean--
Find Pete Stryker.
Hey, Pete. You okay?
Ah, I'm trying, man. I'm trying.
How are things with Mora?
She still won't talk to me. Doesn't think I'll ever change.
We only can change as much as we decide to.
That's up to us.
But you have to want it for yourself.
Maybe that's just it.
I don't know if I do.
One day at a time, Pete.
See ya.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Listen to me. Nobody kills him.
Right now, I need him alive to talk.
Do whatever you have to do to get it out of him.
I need to know what he's done.
Hey, Reaper, my guy.
Man, you know I don't like being called that.
Yeah, I know.
But from a business perspective, it really tells us
everything we need to know.
You know, it's funny you say that.
What part?
The talking part.
I didn't say anything about talking.
You talk or you pay.
I'm super confused here because I am talking.
Oh, shit!
You fucking baby. "Oh, shit."
You know why that scare you?
-Because it would hurt? -No!
No?
Two words, dodgeball.
Oh, shit, man. Look, hey, I'm sorry.
-I forgot. -No, no, no, no.
You-- you no fucking forget.
You fucking lie.
You know what? You're right.
I-- I fucking lie. I no forget.
I'm sorry. I'm mirroring you.
I hate when I do that.
Lo-- look, I'm just not gonna join a-- an adult
dodgeball league.
I mean, I did that as a kid.
It's real sport, professional, da?
Da.
National Dodgeball League.
Stop.
They have Dodgeball World Championships
on television.
Come on, man. It's a kids game.
Jesus!
See? You can't dodge.
Maybe better if you don't play.
You got your guys holding me down.
No difference. Reaper could do.
You know you just referred to yourself as Reaper, right?
Look, I'm sorry.
I will make it to one of your games and take part, okay?
Well, no. It-- it's too late now.
No, no, no, no. Come on, Reap.
I'm-- I'm serious. I will make it.
I will show.
Man, you never fucking show, ever.
I ask you, as my fucking friend, to be there for me,
to help my team.
We work very hard to make it to big leagues.
Hill runs, drills, real rocky shit.
But no, you, you are too busy and fancy in three-piece suit
and fancy shoes to come.
Plus, you always make fun. You make fun all the time.
"Ha-ha-ha." Make fun every time.
You're right.
I thought it was a dumbass game you were playing,
so kill me.
No, don't kill me.
Look, I'm j-- I'm just-- I just didn't realize you
were so serious about it.
I will do better. Okay?
No, no, no, no.
I-- I do not fall for banana in tailpipe.
You only care about you.
Now, you give up information, you smelling mouse.
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
And what the entire fuck is goin' on here?
Seriously, guys, I don't know what's wrong
with you right now, but clearly you got some
fucked up intel.
Come on, he's one guy!
Uh, does that hurt?
It looks like it really hurts.
Um, it's nothing.
I don't know.
I think you should really get that looked at.
As soon as you talk, fucking mouse man.
Why do you keep calling me that?
Look, why don't we just call Acardo
and straighten this?
Seriously, you need to really do somethin' about that.
Don't move.
That was hardcore.
You broke rules, asshole.
Wait, wait.
Are you talkin' about my support group?
Are you-- Look, I-- I know it's unconventional,
but I just needed a-- a safe space to work through
my feelings.
You betray family!
No, no. I just talk about needing work-life balance.
What are you talking about?
-What are you talkin' about? -What are you talking about?
What are you talkin' about?
You are snitch!
Wait, rat. You meant rat.
I know you very long time,
and you are asshole, but I never thought you
would fuck family up the asshole.
Reaper, now I-- I swear to Beyonce,
I would never turn.
Somebody got it wrong.
Acardo no think so.
Look, why don't we just call the man and straighten this out?
Enough bullshit! Talk!
I'm feeling unsafe to share.
You know, whole fucking family is after tiny
fucking mouse man who smell very bad, and others,
they may not be so nice.
You know how they get. Plus--
Plus, the money.
-The money? -Da, the...
Uh, suka.
No, fuck.
911, what's your emergency?
Uh, yeah, help, help. a big head gash.
Bloody, bloody.
I, uh, I pass out, uh, unconscious.
Oh, no. Thanks.
What are you doin' here, Pete?
Aw, sweetie, I missed you, too.
Well, I had a bit of a rough meeting.
-Clearly. -Uh-huh.
And after the meeting, I really needed a drink.
Lots of bars in town.
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