Welcome to Mallorca, Spain.
The local temperature is 30 degrees Celsius…
They can't guard me.
I'm guarding him.
I got him.
Who you guarding? Nobody!
Tie game! Next point wins!
That was a bullshit foul.
Give me my money. That's my money. I won that match.
-That's not your money. -Where's my money?
That's my money.
What do you mean your money?
What are you looking at?
-Do you know who I am? -You're a nobody.
And you are shit.
You're a clown.
You big piece of shit. Fouling me all game.
-You and me, one on one, right now. -With those boots?
Twenty pavos for three shots.
Three shots, he'll never hit the rim.
Don't do it!
The big dude is hustling you!
He's fucking scared.
You want to try?
Willy, you're off the team.
Son of a thousand sluts.
Get fucked by a fish, dumbass.
You played marvelously.
Mama, don't.
Look at me.
Don't you see how incredible you are?
You carry this weight.
All that you do for Lucia, for me,
it's never enough.
All this love…
and no love for yourself.
When I first saw you here…
the day we arrived,
you looked…
different.
You looked lighter,
like the weight was lifted.
And I think that Stanley does for you
what you do for us.
He put all the weight on him
so you can be you.
He is your oak tree.
You can say goodbye to pro basketball here,
but you don't need to say goodbye to what this man has given you.