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- Virtual social media influencer, Andrew Tate, and his brother, Tristan, are believed to have left Romania on a private jet heading to the US.
The police will not let us go through. They say there's a for Tristan only, not me.
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Guys.
We can't keep playing SSB.
They told us the jet is ready to go.
and you've been playing SSB for the past five hours,
We can't keep playing SSB.
Can we? What else is it?
Thank you.
- One two. - Yo, guys.
I told you. I literally told you.
The car's ready, the jet's ready, and yet you're playing SSB. We can't keep doing this. Watch out. Andrew, do you even feel like leaving?
How long I've been here?
- It's not long enough.
I don't feel bored of Smash Bros yet. How long have I been in Romania?
- 790 something days, but. - Three years? - There's plenty more ass whoopings left in here.
Thank you.
Guys.
Can this please be the last game?
Yes, no, maybe so.
You know
Please. Literally please. If you were at a party that you were really enjoying, would you want to leave early? This isn't a party. Isn't it? It is. This whole judicial process. They thought they were punishing us but we were playing Smash Bros.
Everyone thinks like, "Oh, the two can't loop the house." Now that I'm supposed to,
I don't want to.
They spent all this money and time in court and judges and lawyers and prosecutors and indictments and all this crap. And Tristan and I the whole time just play Smash Bros.
It's fine. It's not a joke. We never gave a shit about any of it. I like Smash Bros. We're like, "This is an indictment!" So? I've never read any of my indictments. I don't know what I'm accused of. Oh, well, papers.
Well, thanks for having us.
It's about papers. Now there's a jet to get us out of the country after three years of imprisonment. Yawn.
BORING! Or in that case, I've got next game, okay?
Fucks, you're a cheater. You're a fucking lamer. You're an Indonesian piece of shit.
You go to Lombok and you walk around and you drink little cups of tea and you say, "How do I cheat at Smash Bros?" and you come up with a little Indonesian plan. Fucking preach.
Thank you.
*laughs*
I'm not going anywhere until I whoop your ass. Tell them the cars they have to wait. You're not going anywhere until you whoop my ass?
Actually tell him that we're never leaving then. Chrissy, tell him we'll be right there.
You might.
You just go, Bailey.
Yeah, you want to leave so bad, you fuck off, yo. We're having a good time.
Three more years of arrest is fine by me, I don't care.
Trying to harsh my butts.
Ha!
Enjoy some Smash Bros.
Are you going to be a party pooper, baby?
Party Pooper Bailey. Something wrong with you, mate.
I'm enjoying itself.
Thank you.
Ah.
All right, hand me a controller.
So we got clearance to fly back to the United States and leave Romania, as long as it was done in secret. So our Twitters went dark and at 2:00 a.m. when everybody was supposed to be asleep.
They've reopened the closed airport, which usually closes at 10 p.m.
We got here to board a transatlantic jet. However, for some reason, we've been stuck here for three hours, and the police will not let us go through. They say this is for Tristan only, not me. Which doesn't even make sense. We don't know where it's from, and they're not letting us through. So we're now speaking, which is Romanian. We understand they're sending a team here now to see if they can clear this, which is European-wide.
at 5:17 in the morning.
to see if we can get out of here before sunrise, because if the sun comes up and the media picks up that we were supposed to have left, it's going to become a nightmare.
you
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Seven hundred, nine, one, two, three.
It's been a while old friend, but...
The world was a different place back then. Feels like we finally have a sword now to fight back. Well, the fight continues.
We haven't won yet. We're nowhere near winning. I think the work may have just begun.
Boys, it's official boys. It's not official yet. Still on the fucking runway. It's not official yet, friend. Not yet. I don't trust these Romanians.
Last time I got arrested.
last time on a one day stopover until this
plane is off the ground.
Until this plane is out of Romanian airspace, nothing's efficient.
Thank you.
Bailey, will you join me for a toast? Absolutely.
To work to be done, new grand adventures, and getting the fuck off of a rest. Okay, you haven't explained to people the...
the drink combo
that we're going to be having.
Oh, and on this plane. An espresso and a beer. Espresso one hand, a beer in the other. Because I promised myself in jail I was going to do it.
And you know what, I bought a memento from jail. Can you guess what it is?
Yes, that's right.
It's this $12,000 tailor-made jacket. Because this was my jail pillow.
And I've worn this with my jade encrusted suit to show the world that they can't faze me. I take my jail pillow everywhere I go because I'm ready to go back.
I'm ready.
He's scared.
You know you are, Andrew. You know what we are?
We are fucking back.
We are so fucking back. No one has ever been more back than we just got.
It's true. And we never really left.
back but we're starting from already kind of still being there you know yeah it's like we never left but still massively came back never left but we're massively back massively without ever leaving
imagine not liking us
oh that's a bad thing for you isn't it all we do is win in the end all we do is win
Name a time the Tates have ever lost. - No fucking. - Four criminal cases in a corrupt Romanian system, British cases on top, name a time we've ever lost. Everyone thought, oh, they're dumb.
And now we're back.
This was my life only three years ago. Private jets, Gulf Streams, flying around the world, doing whatever I wanted, wearing expensive cashmere overcoats. Then they threw me in jail, but they forgot I'm a fucking tough guy.
Like I'm some rich kid. The only reason I had that life is because I started off as a fucking tough guy.
Small hiatus. You feel that? It's the feeling of leaving Romanian soil. We're off the ground. We're back. We're back.
Small hiatus. Got to enjoy Romanian jail. That was fun. It was entertaining. It's nice to see all sides of the spectrum, you know?
you
*Breathing*
I'm Isadora. What else are I about to ask? Do you want some drink? I would like... no no strong alcohol. I would like a double espresso and a beer. Do you have any beer? Sorry we don't have the beers but we have the champagne, wine and... I'll take a double espresso and a whiskey then. Thank you. You know I'll have a coffee as well. We'll have two cappuccinos also. Since we've been in jail I said when our wheels...
you take off from the runway of Romania and we'll be sitting on the jet drinking a double espresso and a beer. It turns out I was lying. It's got to be a double espresso and a whiskey. I lied to you. 791 days I kept you to see it. Fooled at you thinking you knew the outcome of this masterful
But the crescendo has come. I crushed you like a bug under the heel of my chute. How do you feel? I don't care that you've randomly changed alcohol at the last minute after promising me for three years you're gonna have an espresso at a beer on a private jet when we escape going to jail. You didn't beat me. I don't care that you've said whiskey now. So why do I sense your anxiety, your anguish? Why can I tell that you feel upset a tiny bit?
for three solid years you did tell me espresso and beer and you have just changed it maybe you did trick me don't know i care about any of this for three years you'd say one day andrew we're gonna bust this case we're gonna get away from it everyone thinks we're going to jail we're not gonna go to jail we're gonna be on a private jet and i'm gonna bring espresso in one hand and a beer in the other and now for some reason he's changed into whiskey and he's attacking
at the last minute and right under your nose.
Which... fine. So you are upset. I don't think this is...
Oh, he will.
He will. Landing in a private jet in Fort Lauderdale Thursday, the Tate brothers,
I'm afraid that you got to be back.
Here.
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