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March 2, 2025 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
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The Tate Escape | Tate Confidential Ep 273
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The police will not let us go through.
They said there's a f*** for Tristan only, not me.
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. 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.
Andrew, do you even feel like leaving?
How long have I been here?
Not long enough.
I don't feel bored of Smash Bros yet.
How long have I been here in Romania?
790-something days, but...
Three years?
There's plenty more ass-whoopings left in here.
Guys, can this please be the last game?
Yes?
No?
Maybe so?
No.
Tea.
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.
Yeah.
Everyone thinks like, oh, the kids can't leave the house.
Now that I'm supposed to, I don't even 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 played 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, there's an indictment!
So?
I've never read any of my indictments.
I don't know what I'm accused of.
Oh, what?
Papers?
I'm playing some recros.
Let's have papers.
Now there's a jet to get us out of the country after three years of imprisonment.
Yawn.
Boring!
In that case, I've got next game, okay?
Fuck's sake!
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?
I'm up with a little Indonesian plan.
Yeah, I drink bintang.
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 them that we're never leaving, then.
Chrissy, tell them we'll be right there.
You might.
You just go, Bailey.
Yeah, you want to leave so bad, you fuck off and go.
We're having a good time.
Three more years of arrest is fine by me, I don't care.
I'm trying to harsh my buzz.
I'm enjoying some Smash Bros.
Why are you going to be a party pooper, Bailey?
Party pooper Bailey?
There's something wrong with you, mate.
My man enjoy itself.
Alright, 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 a.m., when everybody was supposed to be asleep, they reopened the closed airport, which usually closes at 10 p.m., and 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.
It's now 5 o'clock in the morning, 5:17 in the morning.
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 gonna become a nightmare. - 791 days. it's gonna become a nightmare. - 791 days.
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.
It's 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 official.
Bailey.
Yes, sir.
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 drink combo that we're going to be having.
Oh, well, explain.
An espresso and a beer.
Espresso, one hand, a beer, and 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.
I ain't scared.
You know who 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.
And now we're 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.
We 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.
Four criminal cases in a corrupt Romanian system.
British cases on top.
Name a time we've ever lost.
Everyone thought, oh, they're done.
And now we're back.
This was my life only three years ago.
Private jets, golf streams, flying around the world doing whatever I wanted, wearing expensive cash beer overcoats.
Then they threw me in jail and they forgot I'm a fucking tough guy.
It's almost like I thought I wasn't a 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?
Time is warm.
What was I about to ask?
Do you want some drink?
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 take off from the runway of Romania, and when he's 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.
You fooled into thinking you knew the outcome of this masterful dance I was doing.
But the crescendo has come and crushed you like a bug.
Under the heel of my chute.
How do you feel?
I don't care that you randomly changed alcohol at the last minute after promising me for three years you were going to have an espresso and a beer on a private jet when we escaped going to jail.
You didn't beat me.
I don't care that you 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.
Not that I care about any of this.
For three years, you'd say, one day, Andrew, we're going to bust this case.
We're going to get away from it.
Everyone thinks we're going to jail.
We're not going to go to jail.
We're going to be on a private jet, and I'm going to have espresso in one hand and a beer in the other.
And now, for some reason, he's changed it to whiskey, and he's attacking me with it, and it's kind of working.
You forget two things.
At the last minute.
And right under your nose.
Fine.
So you are upset.
I don't think this is what you're saying.
Oh, he will.
He will.
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