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Jan. 24, 2024 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
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The Trigger Finger Game | Tate Confidential Ep 211
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🎵Music🎵 The bar shop- tonight when I'm in the bar shop, it's gonna
be shit.
And you're gonna be like, why are we here? I'm gonna drive back and leave you guys there.
But I will drive right now if you really want to.
You're coming back today.
Well, yeah, if you guys wanna fuck, cry about going to a hotel and bar shop. I'll drive there right now.
I hope to actually give a shit.
I know.
I say we booked and planned everything already for weeks and the fuckin' whole itinerary is planned.
Let's just go when we're supposed to. That's what I say.
But if everyone's gonna cry at me...
AH! AH! THE BREAKFAST! THE CREEPY BREAKFAST!
If everyone's gonna be a little bitch, get in the car right now. Right now.
No shower, no change.
Give me a pair of shoes. Let's go.
Okay, but are you going to drive back same day?
No, probably not.
I'll just cancel all the plans I have.
Fuck everyone. I'll sit in a hotel with you losers.
I'll order Palika and then Angela will say, you guys are sitting around drinking this soup.
When there's nothing else to do in Bracko, besides sit around the hotel.
There's nothing else to do once we get to that hotel.
That's going to be the plan.
But if you insist, I'll put on shoes right now.
Give me the X6 key, I'll drive.
Right now. To Bradshaw.
I'm talking with it leaving within five minutes.
I don't give a shit. Because you guys are making me out to be boring for making plans when we decided we weren't going.
So I made plans.
And we have the same meeting the next day.
And I'm like, well, now I have plans.
You're going to go to Brashoff.
None of us did. In fact, we planned all the Brashoff shit.
And it's all booked and paid for on specific dates.
Oh, but you're going to go today.
It's like a fucking bunch of babies.
Fucking can't wait for their fucking birthday cake.
Seriously. Bunch of fucking crybabies.
Like, oh, dessert's coming after dinner.
No, I want dessert now!
Dessert's scheduled after fucking lunch and dinner.
That's the fucking schedule.
So our whole vacation to go all around Romania, do five-star, all organized, when the hotels are definitely not full like they will be now because we'll drive there to a full hotel.
Everything is organized. We planned a massive vacation.
But everyone must be so impatient that they for some reason want to go to a random hotel lobby three and a half hours drive from here when the drive isn't going to be entertaining because there's going to be snow and there's going to be traffic.
If you all insist, let's leave in five minutes.
Andrew, final call. I'm down.
I don't give a shit. You want to dance?
You want to try me? Call me fucking boring.
Let's go. I'll cancel all my plans.
You know I don't give a fuck. I bet all the super chat money on the next hand.
I don't give a shit.
I've been sitting here for 10 minutes trying to work and organize the vacation that we have booked.
And I keep going, this is getting pressure for everyone.
You are all in king. Yeah.
Just say, what the fuck? Everyone's got a brass role so bad.
Yeah, let's fucking go. Buna, here you go, Mickey Mouse. Have a nice day.
Bye. Why did you give Mickey Mouse money?
Because, I'll tell you why.
It's cold. It's cold out here.
And that person obviously isn't a high-income individual.
They're not begging. They're on the streets, doing a Mickey Mouse voice, trying to detain people who are stuck in traffic.
So she deserved my $50.
Good for her. Safe inside the igloo.
Marcel likes igloos. Are we safe?
Are we safe?
Yeah, we're safe inside the igloo.
I mean, obviously anyone could see us and shoot at us, and the igloo wouldn't save us, and we're on display.
No, it's bulletproof. Is it?
Yeah. I mean, bulletproof is here.
True. So, as you're saying, if gunfire starts, we throw Bailey in front of us.
The cameraman never dies. I think he might.
You're going to smoke us out with these sickies.
I'm warming up the igloo. People really have no dignity.
Bro, it's joking. For chocolate?
Thank you. Marcel, I'm not going to lie.
That looks pretty damn good. That'll be it.
Thank you. For him and for Marcel.
Join me. If you drink your beer...
Can I have one of those hot chocolates please?
One more chocolate?
I'll take a hot chocolate.
Actually make that one more hot chocolate for this gentleman right here.
I'll double your hot chocolate.
I'm not nine years old.
The conversion is happening.
I'm an adult. I had one yesterday, one today, okay.
I'm counting Marcel's hot chocolates.
And they will translate to something.
He's responsible for these two as well.
T, you're outnumbered.
Thank you.
You're welcome. Baby.
Sip the beer, then the hot chocolate.
Sip the beer, then the hot chocolate.
One, nice, nice.
It's kind of gay.
It's kinda gay.
You gotta get past the green.
You look less gay sucking a dick, bro.
laughter Andrew, I know it would wake you up.
What kind of coach are you? Cold plunge.
Cold plunge is the equivalent of 20 coffees.
But it will actually wake you up.
Okay, we can't do that, but we could have a sauna party.
It would make us extra sleepy.
Let's have a sauna party. I'm down.
Drinking coffee. Staying exhausted.
Sauna party? Alex, you can't shake orange juice.
Of course. No.
Of course I can. You're corrupting an age-old institution.
Yeah. No, we haven't filmed.
They all know. You don't even want to drink.
What is this? You can't just get giant private jet shake.
This is stupid. Sorry, Justin.
You need to keep it up, bro.
A few moments later...
Sick!
I'm gonna fuck you up at Costa Rica, Tristeel.
Pussy. You've never even played Costa Rica in your life, have you?
Have you? Pussy.
Cities of Splendor.
Bro, you are such a bitch your whole life.
Have you ever played Hive?
Bro. I've spent my whole life secretly coming here behind your back.
Every single time you didn't know where I was, I was here, practicing all of these games.
I know all of the rules I've been practicing, and it has been my life ambition, for all the years I've pretended to like you as a brother, to decimate you and destroy you in any game you choose.
Choose one! I dare you!
I dare you to choose a game!
Well, that's very interesting, because every time you didn't know where I was, which is twice the amount I didn't know where you were, I've been here, learning all the games and all the rules to eventually destroy you, knowing full well that you come here and practice.
I've been putting in the extra hours.
Well then it sounds like, with two formidable forces of nature like ourselves, the only way to find out who the real man is, is a game of munchkin.
Watch the fuck out.
It's gonna be sick! Board games take forever to learn the rules.
He's not even gonna master it. He's gonna give up after five minutes.
Takes forever to learn the rules.
My brothers are fucking dunce.
Bro, board games are for eight-year-olds.
One type of card, obviously.
How many foam guns we got?
No, you don't get two guns.
I'd say Marcel's two guns.
How many guns we got?
One, two, three. Baby's got a gun.
Lucy's got a gun. Alice's got a gun.
Boom. Boom. It's enough. Alright, so we've got one foam gun.
You see that? You see the difference between white shooters and black shooters?
Look at his hand. No trigger discipline.
Zero. Zero trigger discipline.
Trigger happy. And this finger is itching.
Say something. Say something wild.
Got you first. So it's the turn of the game.
Demo get your character. You're going to flip over one of those piles of eight cards and turn them up for people to see.
And then everyone is going to choose either a bullet card, a click card, or a bang card.
You can choose which one you want.
I don't know why it matters.
You're going to choose one, and you're going to put it down in front of your character.
Guys, this is sick. So we choose this pile, okay?
Do we turn them up already? Yeah.
Turn them up. Okay.
Everyone choose a bullet, a bang or a click.
You have a bang or a click.
Oh. That's the fucking card.
Okay.
But you're supposed to put it this way so people can't see if you've put bang or a click.
Because bang is shoot, click is fail.
So you have to decide if you want to shoot or not on this turn, obviously.
Right. I count to three.
One, two, three.
On three, each player must hold at gunpoint another player.
Nice! You ready?
Everyone's put their card in front of their guy.
Everyone's put their card in front of their guy, yeah?
One, two, three!
What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?
What's wrong with you? Someone's shot me.
Actually, the team. The team does fit the team.
Once each player has chosen the target, The Godfather can order another player to change their target, and they must.
So I get to choose.
So... How dare you shoot your man?
You shoot at his enemies.
Shoot at Marcel. Do you get to choose who you should choose?
That's it. That's all I know is about.
Who she wants or who you want?
Just shut up. Who I want.
I'm not entirely sure.
I count to three again.
On the count of three, you have the chance either to put down your gun and lay down your character, so run away from the fight, or to stay in the fight, and then it's going to be whether you have a bullet or a click versus the other people, I think. I don't truly know.
All right, count to three. No one's going to put their gun.
Maybe they will. Count to three.
One, two, three.
Okay, so two of them are out.
Okay. Shit. Why did you do that?
Because I know she would pick bang.
Was I? Right.
If you still have a gun in front of you, you turn your card over.
If it's click, nothing happens.
If it's bang, you're shot.
And if you're shot, you don't get any of the loot for this turn.
Let's turn it over. No one's even pointing at me, so I'm fine.
Mine's a click, so...
No one dies. I look at mine.
Bang! Bang!
So who'd you sit? You sit.
So you sit and Tristan are shot.
My money. My honey.
Why is this? Marcel, quit fucking complaining.
Marcel, Marcel, Marcel.
We said pina colada.
Why is this? One second.
Oh, yeah, yeah, please. Marcel, you good?
You good? Just drink it, I want it.
For the tears. I don't want it.
You want it? Please go drink your drinks because he ain't crying.
Okay, cool, yeah, cool. One hour later.
Why did we leave being out to do this?
It's the perfect news.
We made no sense and we shouldn't be doing this.
This is stupid.
Just saying.
On the small TV, what I do is I take my skill and I compact it down to a smaller level for a higher concentration of skill, take the Picardi rum, crack it open, Smash attack.
Miss. Aikido.
Smash bro. So I can't even punch a bottle while I can beat you all up.
You know what that is? It's because I wasn't in the game.
Oh, you weren't in the game. But now you're in the game, yeah?
Now I'm in the game. Let's fucking roll.
Let's fucking run it back. Get this whole bottle of wine.
No, drink this gin. If you're scared, baby, it's fine.
Just quit. Toilet.
Toilet? That'd be a little bitch.
Hold in. Yeah, a bit of Martell.
It's a problem. Scared?
I don't know what this is. What do you mean you don't know what it is?
It's booze, bruv. You're scared, right?
Well done, Bailey. Alright, Marcel, you're two drinks behind.
Too bad. So you quit.
You quit. Live on camera, you quit.
Tomorrow. Come down.
Come down. Come back up.
What? Come.
What's wrong? I'm gonna get a skirt.
There's no way. Alright, I'm a little jealous.
You're all jealous. You're not having any fun.
I am. Nice.
Alex looks jealous. Nice.
Yes, I am. That's a power play.
I'm famous as fuck and I'm fucking people.
What have we become? Tristan, there's no way this is okay.
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