Caesari : I believe in GD. GD has made my fortune. And I created my Teams in the American fashion. I gave them freedom, but I taught them never to dishonor their coach. But they found a "Programmer," not a football fanatic. They went to the movies with him. They stayed out late. I didn't protest. Two months ago he took them for a drive, with another programmer friend. They made my teams drink whiskey and then they tried to take advantage of them. They resisted. They kept their honor. So the Programmers twisted their game. Like my team were simply numbers. When I went to my game plan their passing was broken. Their running game was shattered, held together by QB scrambles. They couldn't even weep because of the confusion. But I wept. Why did I weep? My team was the light of my life. A beautiful team. Now they will never be beautiful again. [He breaks down at this point, and the Pola gestures to his son to get him a drink]
[He regains his composure and carries on] Caesari: I went to WIS, like a good Coach. These two programmers were criticized in the forums. The community sentenced them to three years in beta, but WIS suspended the sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day! I stood in the courtroom like a fool, and those two programmers, they smiled at me. Then I said to bhazelwood, "For justice, we must go to Pola."
Pola: Why did you go to WIS? Why didn't you come to me first?
Caesari: What do you want of me? Tell me anything. But do what I beg you to do.
Pola: What is that?
[Caesari gets up from his seat and whispers into Pola's ear; for a long moment Pola is silent]
Pola: That I cannot do.
Caesari: I will give you anything you ask!
Pola: We have known each other many years, but this is the first time you've come to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee. But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And you feared to play me in a non-con game.
Caesari: I didn't want to get into trouble.
Pola: I understand. You found paradise in GD. You had a good team, you had some good recruits. The community protected you and there were the GUESS ratings to rely on. So you didn't need a friend like me. Now you come and say "Pola, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me "THE Pola." You come into my house on the day my recruits are ready to sign and you ask me to write a ticket to WIS!
Ceasari: I ask you for justice.
Pola: That is not justice. Your team is still playable.
Ceasari: Let them suffer then as my team suffers.
[the Pola is silent]
Caesari: How many recruits must I scout for you?
[the Pola turns away dismissively, but Caesari stays on]
Pola: Caesari, Caesari, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, this scum who ruined GD would be suffering this very day. And if by some chance an honest man like yourself made enemies they would become my enemies. And then, they would fear you.
Caesari: Be my friend... POLA!
[the Pola at first shrugs, but upon hearing the title he lifts his NC title cup, and a humbled Caesari kisses it]
[He places his hand around Caesari in a paternal gesture]
Pola: Some day, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, consider this justice a gift.
[a gratified Caesari offers his thanks and leaves]
Pola: [to bhazelwood] Give this job to Slider. I want reliable people, people who aren't going to be carried away. I mean, we're not unreasonable, in spite of what this First level bowl coach thinks...