21 Thunder (2017) s01e03 Episode Script
Freefalling
1 Previously on 21 Thunder.
I'm trying to turn this franchise around.
- You treat it like a summer job.
- Ethics? I didn't get booted out of my country for selling players on the sly.
You need a political advisor.
I got a letter from Trinity Dublin.
- I'm on the shortlist.
- I've applied to a bunch.
But Cornell's the one I'm waiting on.
Oh! I'm sorry.
Time for the bonus round, My Lord.
All that betting on U21s? Those guys bet on anything anywhere, anytime.
- How would you fix a game? - I'd buy a referee.
Who is he to you? Grégoire Lolo, our brother.
I'll find him in the week.
Porn-surfing my folks' wifi? "Murders in the Point.
" (Grunting) You will bring that shit back, or both our lives are done! (Door buzzing) Dad? (Crowd cheering) Go! I want my money back I'm drowning in your fat You got me on my knees, friend For everything you lack I ain't afraid of you I'm just a victim of your fear Let's go.
What's up? (Panting) I'm feeling pretty sick, coach.
(Alex): Very nice! Very nice! (Sighing) I'm already deep in his doghouse.
Look, I don't wanna hurl out here.
OK.
(Alex shouting, indistinct) (Alex): All right, run it again, boys! Go, go, go! Where does he think he's going? He's sick.
(Alex): You look like a bunch of sad puppies out there! Let's go! I thought you might at least have the decency to resign.
I apologize for my harsh words, Albert.
(Alex): Move it! But I need the severance pay, so you're gonna have to fire me.
(Alex): You wanna win, then move! (Whistle blowing) Bring it in! (Breathing heavily) (Alex): Match your man! Mark him! Mark him! Let's do it! You're just squatting, Spaceman.
The African is no striker.
He's a bloody mid-fielder! Your pet went home sick, or so he says.
(Whistle blowing) (Alex): Spread out! Mark your man! Mark your man! Huh? He could play first team right now, maybe even take your spot.
He can have it as long as I still get paid.
And who's gonna take Christy's spot when you axe her? (Alex): Let's go, boys! All right, let's go.
(Rocas): All right, let's do it again! (Tires screeching) Run, Nolan, you little bitch! You got my M or what? - Get off! - Search him! I'll find you every time! Search him! - Yo, man.
No.
- What? What the fuck is this? Let's go, asshole! Who the fuck are you? Don't touch me! Get in the fucking car! Shit! Don't fucking touch me! Get away from me! What the fuck you looking at? How's your mom doing, Sean? I heard she was sick.
She's all right, man.
Thanks for asking.
(Siren wailing in distance) ( Pop on stereo ) Arnaud! You're late for physio.
I'm all yours, Miss Tremblay.
Hustle it up! Hey! Hey! What are What are you doing? Baby needs a shave! It's the thunder down under! Hey, get off me, man! Enough! Come on! Come on, let's go.
Get back to your locker.
Get out of my face, Africa.
What is wrong with you people? Man! (Cell buzzing) I understand a dog needs to piss.
But firing Christy Cook is only gonna get your doggy balls cut off.
She's the owner's hire! What she said to me is unforgivable.
Some old tales about you selling players under an Argentine table? No, look, I was trying to save the team, and in doing so Nobody cares, Albert! Everybody has skeletons! You keep her round long enough, and you'll get a peek at hers.
Are you sleeping with her? I honestly can't remember! Hmm! What do you think? (Lighter clicking) Could this work? Maybe so, maybe not.
See, what I don't get is why a beauty like you wants to fix a lowly soccer game.
(Chuckling) You spend too much at Holt's? Don't have much time for shopping, finishing my medical degree and all.
(Chuckling) Tell us about him.
Guy! Everybody loves Guy! I'm his bookie, me and just about every punter in town.
Guy's a gambling addict.
"Addict" is a harsh word.
He's got 3 mortgages on his house.
The last one is seriously overdue.
How do you know that? You shop at Holt's, you learn a lot.
(Whispering indistinctly) Hi! Can you take a break? What's up? (Both breathing heavily) Uh, Gallard went home sick.
We should start with Adam.
OK, thanks.
Thank you all for donating your time to the Concordia University Festival.
Your generosity is much appreciated.
The Thunder is a part of each and every community in Montreal.
As the poster says, soccer is the game that unites us all.
(Players): Yeah! I would like to introduce a new member of our team who will help us fulfil that, Miss Becka Jolie.
(Team cheering) Becka will spearhead our U21 social media.
She'll explain the Do's and Don'ts of representing the Thunder online.
She means no dick shots, lads.
(Team laughing) Come see me when this is over.
So, who here already uses Twitter and Snapchat for the Thunder? - Oh! Me, me, me! - Me! What's your name? Stefan.
Big Snacks! Whoop-whoop! And, um, how many followers, Stefan? Um, Sex on the Beach.
(Players laughing) How many tweets a day? Sex on the Beach or Fuzzy Navel.
(Players laughing) You're under contract to promote the team on social media.
We'll suspend you if you don't.
You still laughing? (Players laughing) (Whistling) What the hell, Nole? I needed to see you.
Look, I know I've been off in my own world.
You wanna tell me why? It's all good now.
OK? I swear.
There's something I didn't know how to say.
- It's good too.
- Yeah? I got into Trinity Dublin med school.
(Chuckling) Serious? Yeah.
It's conditional.
They want me to maintain my grades and get more practical experience.
Uh, that's great, Em.
Doesn't look it.
No, it is.
You'd really go? Jesus! I don't know! But I have to consider it.
We talked about this.
Allo, ma chérie! Hey! Did you hear the good news? Our girl got in! (Giggling) Uh, I'm late.
I gotta go.
Bye, Mrs.
L.
(Chuckling softly) (Door closing) (Inmates shouting in distance) You ever visit the conjugal trailer? Let me explain it.
In here's where you get screwed.
Mr.
Mangano.
(Sniffing) What's so special about you, Special K, hmm, that you don't pay your bills? I know I'm late, but I can explain.
It's not No.
You're not my headache anymore.
I sold your debt.
Save your bullshit for him.
For What (Door opening) I paid John a lot of money for you, Kevin.
You work for me now and for my son.
So, how you gonna repay us? Huh? Take a seat.
The shooting's on this phone.
It's the only copy.
So, if any other copies turn up, I know where they came from, don't I, Kevin? Give us your phone all the same.
You don't talk to my son.
You don't bother him.
You let him do his thing.
You let him play footy.
Yeah, Noley's gonna be a star for sure, just like his old man.
- Oh! - Ah! Show some respect.
Here's where you'll find the molly you made him smuggle.
Sell it good and high, Kevin.
We both need the cash.
Thank you.
Whatever you said to Rocas, it worked.
Don't worry about it.
Just give me a quick B.
J.
, and we're good.
How about I let my U10 team go easy on yours? My little devils will have your lot bawling for their nannies to come change their nappies.
You do know what a 10-year-old looks like, don't you? Scotch or a runny-nosed bastard? Where are all your teammates? Alex is coming.
And Nolan? Sex on the Beach? (Moaning) (Breathing heavily) You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
You know that? (Sighing) Let's not be too serious, OK? (Both chuckling) (Both moaning) (Knocking on door) It's Tran! You said you'd drive me to the community thing.
(Whispering): Oh my God! Uh, give me 5 minutes, OK? You said no one was here! You swore! (Whispering): I'm sorry! He's so quiet! (Scoffing) (Sighing) I'm such an idiot! (Sighing) Sorry.
(Door buzzing) Hey! Come here! Sit down.
I took care of that little prick.
Thanks.
It cost me a lot, boy! I owe Mangano big time.
Yeah? What's it gonna cost me? Four years I don't see you.
This is how you talk? Look, I just want it to be different, OK? I just want you to come and see me.
Once a week, that's all I ask.
I wanna know you.
I wanna You got a girl? Girl has a name? Emma.
What she do? She's going to med school.
No shit! Sounds like a keeper.
She saved me.
What the hell you on about? Look, I just want it to be different.
Mr.
Desjardins? Guy! Lara.
I'm doing an internship with the Thunder's team doctor.
I'm writing a paper on long-term concussion damage.
Do you think I could interview you for it? Head trauma's what ended my soccer career.
I didn't know that! I'm so sorry.
Can't you see the Quebec Ronaldo? (Chuckling) I know it's a lot to ask, but could you spare me an hour tonight? It's a really tight deadline.
Sure! Thank you so much.
If you give me your number, I can text you where to meet.
I'll pick somewhere fun, I swear.
Ah! Come on, Ma.
There she is! (Chuckling) He strapped me in like a baby! Hi! Coach Cook? It's Celeste! You used to coach me.
This is my daughter, Marie-Claire.
She's playing with Christy today.
I hope she has more talent.
Oh my God! Mom! I am so sorry.
Why did you bring her? She wanted to see you coach, and you try saying no to her! I do! Keep her out of my way.
This is my job, Peter.
I need it.
Ah! (Bell jingling) What? Come here.
Are we gonna let this lovely lady beat us down today? Heck no to that! Let's go! Come on! (Sighing) Did the team dietician talk to you yet? We gotta put some hair on that chest.
Protein, protein, protein! You hear? I'm not an idiot, OK? I know who was in your room.
It's not what you think.
I'm not gonna tell anyone, OK? But a teammate's gal? They'd beat you to a pulp back in Saguenay.
Well, he's not a teammate.
Her boyfriend plays for the Thunder's first team, so You're such an idiot! Oh, shut up, rookie! Hey, man, beaten to a bloody pulp! I should've let Rusk piss on you in the bus toilet.
Why didn't you, then? Because I'm saving you for myself.
(Scoffing) Smiles, everyone! This is Alex.
He's our captain.
And this is Nolan.
He's our Striker.
Yes, striker! OK, they're all yours.
Aaah! Oh! Fire with that! Ha ha! Hurry up.
Sly! (Grunting) (Junior groaning, crowd laughing) Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you OK? (Laughing) (Davey): Get it, get it! (Man): Come on, Jonathan! - (Christy): Yeah! - Hustle, hustle! Yeah, good hustle out there! Run or get a wheel chair! Mom, stop it! (Whistle blowing) Don't you talk to me like You've been drinking here? No.
I told you.
Take her away.
Wh Come on, Mom.
Let's go.
Godawful to me! (Sighing) Like mother, like daughter, huh? - You're the spitting image.
- Go to hell! (Sniffling) Hey Em, I'm at the Concordia thing.
Hoping you can make it.
Oh, and Em's not coming? I messed up again.
Oh yeah? Yeah, she got into Dublin med school, and I was not so thrilled.
Ooh.
What, you don't want her to go? Yeah, yeah.
I do if she wants to.
It's just that Look, you can't tell Em.
Dude, Emma's a pal.
Come on.
OK, fine.
What is it? Things are weird right now, man.
I went to see my Dad.
Seriously? In prison? I don't know.
I swore I never would, but I don't know, man.
He seems different.
Maybe he is.
Hey, man.
I'm not the one to talk about parentals and all.
How about Em? Hey, could you text her and maybe get her to come meet up with us? When Irish eyes are smiling (Chuckling) (Chuckling) Sure, 'tis like the morn in spring (Chuckling) He's so proud of you.
We both are.
Thanks.
How are you feeling? Nolan didn't exactly jump for joy this morning.
We're figuring it out.
You're 19 years old, Emma.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Nolan too.
How old were you and Dad when you got together? 21, right? It was different then.
(Sighing) (Cell phone buzzing) (Chuckling) Fatima, where did you get the boot like that? My father was football-mad.
- In the Ivory Coast? - Here too.
But he only had daughters, so he taught us all to play.
(Cell phone buzzing) - Sly, we have to go.
- Not yet.
- Do not talk back.
- Please, I want to stay.
I can keep an eye on him.
It's not too much trouble? It's the least I can do after castrating you.
OK.
Coach Rocas is here if you need anything.
OK? (Whistle blowing) Nice, nice! Spread out! Whoo! (Whistle blowing) - Tackle, tackle, tackle! - All right! Got time, got time! Keep out the back! Tackle! (Whistle blowing) What? (Crowd groaning) What's he doing? You're too tall.
You're out.
Too good.
Bring on Manchester legend Davey Gunn and 2-time Olympian Christy Cook.
(Crowd cheering and applauding) Oh, I'm gonna mess you up, big time! Is that right, eh? (Whistle blowing) The med school wants to see more practical, so I was hoping maybe you could help Em out.
Sure.
She could shadow me.
That'd be awesome.
Thank you.
I'm gonna head.
All right.
See ya.
(Alex): Go.
Next.
That's right, pass back, pass back.
(Grunting) You ever seen a goalie score? Ha ha! Get your head in the game! What you doing? Snacks, let's go! Coach Rocas.
Thank you.
Hey! Are you worried about all the payroll at risk out there? I only worry about what I can control.
How's team morale? Good! And Junior? Very good.
He's a rare talent.
Bueno.
It's nice to see you again, Renata.
Hope you're enjoying Montreal.
Mmm.
How's family morale, Albert? Excellent, thank you.
You bitch! (Gunn): Ah! Prick! (Whistle blowing) Advantage.
(Crowd cheering) Give us yours.
(Laughing) Oh, you little Montreal! (Crowd): Thunder! Whoo! Come in.
What happened here? A grease fire.
I cannot speak to you long, my friend.
Insurance is coming.
Sit, please.
Where is my brother Grégoire? You said you found him.
I was mistaken.
My men were mistaken.
The hunt has come to an end.
Your older brother is either dead or long gone from Montreal.
- I'm sorry.
- Liar! You took all our money for nothing! You? You are a thief! Watch your tongue, boy.
You owe me and my brother $10,000.
(Blade scraping) [ominous.]
[electricity buzzes.]
[electricity buzzes.]
( Reggae ) Forget that.
How long you figure I've got, Noley till life is over? Are you high? N It's just, you know.
Soon they'll put Junior or Tran-man up there, and I'll be history.
Nah, nobody's replacing Big Snacks.
Don't lie to me.
I'm sorry.
(Both chuckling) Terrible liar.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Hey.
I'm taking off, you guys.
Good to see you, Em.
Hey, Big Snacks, I want you on my trivia team next week.
You're way better than the other guy.
(Both chuckling) Look, I should have set off fireworks when you said you got into med school.
It's amazing, Em.
Thanks.
We're gonna work it out.
I talked to the intern, Lara.
She said that she'd get you a gig shadowing her and the team doctor.
(Giggling) Hey.
I love you.
I know.
(Chuckling): Yeah? (Chuckling) (Whispering): Here we go.
(Grunting) (Groaning) (Sighing) That feels so good.
Oh my God! (Sighing) Why you trying to mess me up so much, missus? I got a bit emotional.
Can you help me pull up my leg? My hamstring's burning.
(Sighing) Stop it! I don't want to.
Sly, let's go.
No arguments.
Thank you for looking after him.
You owe me a dance for babysitting.
I'm not a baby! Smooth as one.
(Sighing) OK, but only one, and then we go.
Yes! (Elevator beeping) Whoa, hold on, hold on! Oh, thank you.
Damien, right? I'm Stefan, on the U-21's.
Aren't you 4th floor? Animal House? Oh shit! I'll ride up.
Where are you? Up top.
I think our physiotherapist might be your girlfriend, Marie? My fiancée.
Marie and I are getting married next month.
( Latin ) Are you so unhappy? Mmm.
I would like to have Junior Lolo and his brother over for supper, my dear.
The Africans? Why? He's a great talent, Renata.
Top clubs are already interested.
This could be very good for us.
Alberto.
Hey, Mom.
Sorry we're late.
Hey, Mrs.
L.
It's OK.
I fed the girls early.
Good.
Nolan? Yeah? Your friend dropped by to see you.
He's still here.
Hey! Noley! You made it! What's going on? Sophie, are you sure this is OK? I don't want to, um Nolan's friends are always welcome.
Right.
Oh! Yo, Nolan.
This is why I stopped by, man.
Check that out.
Huh? I got that from my mom's when I was cleaning out her stuff.
Let me see.
He was a heartbreaker even then, right? (Chuckling) Man, no.
Your dad was the best coach.
Do you see him much? (Crickets chirping) Mmm.
Please, dig in before it gets cold! OK! All of it? All of our money is gone? Yeah.
(Exhaling sharply) Wh-What did he say about our brother? He doesn't know.
Maybe Fatima can help us.
Fatima? Why? She told me she works with immigrants, and that is what we are, yes? We don't need help.
(Scoffing) I I will fix everything.
Sly! (Crickets chirping) (Chuckling) (Phone dialling) This is Selma.
Please leave a message.
(Voice-mail beeping) Hey, Mom.
It's me.
I just got great news about university.
Call me back right away, OK? I'll wait up for you.
(Laughing) This is it! Yes it is.
Hello, Guy.
We have a mutual friend.
Jerry Pettle, the bookie.
What the hell are you playing at? We know you have a problem, Guy, and we wanna help you.
I'm out of here.
Does your wife know there's 3 mortgages on your home, that you're 4 months behind on your payment? Would you like us to tell her about it? (Snapping fingers) Guy! Wait! Get the hell away from me! I'm in trouble too, Guy.
Bullshit! I don't do this.
I don't either.
I'm a McGill med student, for Christ's sake! But I'm in a jam, just like you are.
Six months, Guy.
Can you imagine? Enough money to carry your family for half a year.
We can help each other out of trouble.
We really can.
Mmm! It's nice to have comfort food after you lose a match.
Don't get cocky! I went easy on you.
(Chuckling) Really? I thought I went easy on you.
I thought I had to.
Which match are we talking about? (Cell phone buzzing) Hello? (Grace): Where are you? Mom, are you OK? No.
I I can't find my pill.
Where's Peter? I don't know.
I'm I'm alone.
OK.
I'll be right home, Mom.
I'm sorry.
Christie, I No.
As soon as I can.
OK.
(Sighing) You've got your hands full with the old bird, don't you? Why don't you tell Rocas everything you're dealing with? A female coach? He already hates me.
The only thing worse I could do is show up pregnant.
Do you need a hand with that? Bye, Davey.
Thanks for the moo goo.
(Special K): The fuck you doing here, man? I ain't paying your potato army! (Gunshots on screen) Go! Go! So, what happened, Bamba? Some bastard set my place on fire.
(Engine starting) (Sighing) Marcel, I'm sorry I stayed so late.
No, not at all.
(Chuckling) But Sophie, this was amazing.
Thank you.
It was lovely to meet you, Kevin.
You too.
Look at you! You're just way too cute, aren't you! Huh? How about I walk you to the car? Oh.
See you later, Em.
Keep it real.
Mm-hmm.
All right, let's go.
OK.
Bye, cutie! Some real nice people, Noley.
They know what kind of rat-boy's banging their daughter? (Chuckling) Maybe Marcel and your pops will go play golf together some time.
That's far enough.
Far enough for what? Going to your pops was a real bad move, boyfriend.
You set me up to take your fall.
Yeah, Declan Gallard, Father of the Year, right? What makes you think it's gonna be different this time, huh? What the hell are you doing here, man? I'm just reminding you who you are.
I can touch you any time.
(Both grunting) (Coughing) (Breathing heavily) Stay the fuck away from here! Don't come here ever again! You understand? (Breathing heavily) (Coughing) (Laughing) Now, that's the Noley I remember! (Coughing) Yeah, Gorilla Nuts is back! (Breathing heavily) Hey.
Nolan.
Uh, look.
I like your friend, but Look, he won't be back.
OK.
All right.
Well, goodnight, guys.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
You OK? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
I love you, Em.
I love you, too.
I'm trying to turn this franchise around.
- You treat it like a summer job.
- Ethics? I didn't get booted out of my country for selling players on the sly.
You need a political advisor.
I got a letter from Trinity Dublin.
- I'm on the shortlist.
- I've applied to a bunch.
But Cornell's the one I'm waiting on.
Oh! I'm sorry.
Time for the bonus round, My Lord.
All that betting on U21s? Those guys bet on anything anywhere, anytime.
- How would you fix a game? - I'd buy a referee.
Who is he to you? Grégoire Lolo, our brother.
I'll find him in the week.
Porn-surfing my folks' wifi? "Murders in the Point.
" (Grunting) You will bring that shit back, or both our lives are done! (Door buzzing) Dad? (Crowd cheering) Go! I want my money back I'm drowning in your fat You got me on my knees, friend For everything you lack I ain't afraid of you I'm just a victim of your fear Let's go.
What's up? (Panting) I'm feeling pretty sick, coach.
(Alex): Very nice! Very nice! (Sighing) I'm already deep in his doghouse.
Look, I don't wanna hurl out here.
OK.
(Alex shouting, indistinct) (Alex): All right, run it again, boys! Go, go, go! Where does he think he's going? He's sick.
(Alex): You look like a bunch of sad puppies out there! Let's go! I thought you might at least have the decency to resign.
I apologize for my harsh words, Albert.
(Alex): Move it! But I need the severance pay, so you're gonna have to fire me.
(Alex): You wanna win, then move! (Whistle blowing) Bring it in! (Breathing heavily) (Alex): Match your man! Mark him! Mark him! Let's do it! You're just squatting, Spaceman.
The African is no striker.
He's a bloody mid-fielder! Your pet went home sick, or so he says.
(Whistle blowing) (Alex): Spread out! Mark your man! Mark your man! Huh? He could play first team right now, maybe even take your spot.
He can have it as long as I still get paid.
And who's gonna take Christy's spot when you axe her? (Alex): Let's go, boys! All right, let's go.
(Rocas): All right, let's do it again! (Tires screeching) Run, Nolan, you little bitch! You got my M or what? - Get off! - Search him! I'll find you every time! Search him! - Yo, man.
No.
- What? What the fuck is this? Let's go, asshole! Who the fuck are you? Don't touch me! Get in the fucking car! Shit! Don't fucking touch me! Get away from me! What the fuck you looking at? How's your mom doing, Sean? I heard she was sick.
She's all right, man.
Thanks for asking.
(Siren wailing in distance) ( Pop on stereo ) Arnaud! You're late for physio.
I'm all yours, Miss Tremblay.
Hustle it up! Hey! Hey! What are What are you doing? Baby needs a shave! It's the thunder down under! Hey, get off me, man! Enough! Come on! Come on, let's go.
Get back to your locker.
Get out of my face, Africa.
What is wrong with you people? Man! (Cell buzzing) I understand a dog needs to piss.
But firing Christy Cook is only gonna get your doggy balls cut off.
She's the owner's hire! What she said to me is unforgivable.
Some old tales about you selling players under an Argentine table? No, look, I was trying to save the team, and in doing so Nobody cares, Albert! Everybody has skeletons! You keep her round long enough, and you'll get a peek at hers.
Are you sleeping with her? I honestly can't remember! Hmm! What do you think? (Lighter clicking) Could this work? Maybe so, maybe not.
See, what I don't get is why a beauty like you wants to fix a lowly soccer game.
(Chuckling) You spend too much at Holt's? Don't have much time for shopping, finishing my medical degree and all.
(Chuckling) Tell us about him.
Guy! Everybody loves Guy! I'm his bookie, me and just about every punter in town.
Guy's a gambling addict.
"Addict" is a harsh word.
He's got 3 mortgages on his house.
The last one is seriously overdue.
How do you know that? You shop at Holt's, you learn a lot.
(Whispering indistinctly) Hi! Can you take a break? What's up? (Both breathing heavily) Uh, Gallard went home sick.
We should start with Adam.
OK, thanks.
Thank you all for donating your time to the Concordia University Festival.
Your generosity is much appreciated.
The Thunder is a part of each and every community in Montreal.
As the poster says, soccer is the game that unites us all.
(Players): Yeah! I would like to introduce a new member of our team who will help us fulfil that, Miss Becka Jolie.
(Team cheering) Becka will spearhead our U21 social media.
She'll explain the Do's and Don'ts of representing the Thunder online.
She means no dick shots, lads.
(Team laughing) Come see me when this is over.
So, who here already uses Twitter and Snapchat for the Thunder? - Oh! Me, me, me! - Me! What's your name? Stefan.
Big Snacks! Whoop-whoop! And, um, how many followers, Stefan? Um, Sex on the Beach.
(Players laughing) How many tweets a day? Sex on the Beach or Fuzzy Navel.
(Players laughing) You're under contract to promote the team on social media.
We'll suspend you if you don't.
You still laughing? (Players laughing) (Whistling) What the hell, Nole? I needed to see you.
Look, I know I've been off in my own world.
You wanna tell me why? It's all good now.
OK? I swear.
There's something I didn't know how to say.
- It's good too.
- Yeah? I got into Trinity Dublin med school.
(Chuckling) Serious? Yeah.
It's conditional.
They want me to maintain my grades and get more practical experience.
Uh, that's great, Em.
Doesn't look it.
No, it is.
You'd really go? Jesus! I don't know! But I have to consider it.
We talked about this.
Allo, ma chérie! Hey! Did you hear the good news? Our girl got in! (Giggling) Uh, I'm late.
I gotta go.
Bye, Mrs.
L.
(Chuckling softly) (Door closing) (Inmates shouting in distance) You ever visit the conjugal trailer? Let me explain it.
In here's where you get screwed.
Mr.
Mangano.
(Sniffing) What's so special about you, Special K, hmm, that you don't pay your bills? I know I'm late, but I can explain.
It's not No.
You're not my headache anymore.
I sold your debt.
Save your bullshit for him.
For What (Door opening) I paid John a lot of money for you, Kevin.
You work for me now and for my son.
So, how you gonna repay us? Huh? Take a seat.
The shooting's on this phone.
It's the only copy.
So, if any other copies turn up, I know where they came from, don't I, Kevin? Give us your phone all the same.
You don't talk to my son.
You don't bother him.
You let him do his thing.
You let him play footy.
Yeah, Noley's gonna be a star for sure, just like his old man.
- Oh! - Ah! Show some respect.
Here's where you'll find the molly you made him smuggle.
Sell it good and high, Kevin.
We both need the cash.
Thank you.
Whatever you said to Rocas, it worked.
Don't worry about it.
Just give me a quick B.
J.
, and we're good.
How about I let my U10 team go easy on yours? My little devils will have your lot bawling for their nannies to come change their nappies.
You do know what a 10-year-old looks like, don't you? Scotch or a runny-nosed bastard? Where are all your teammates? Alex is coming.
And Nolan? Sex on the Beach? (Moaning) (Breathing heavily) You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
You know that? (Sighing) Let's not be too serious, OK? (Both chuckling) (Both moaning) (Knocking on door) It's Tran! You said you'd drive me to the community thing.
(Whispering): Oh my God! Uh, give me 5 minutes, OK? You said no one was here! You swore! (Whispering): I'm sorry! He's so quiet! (Scoffing) (Sighing) I'm such an idiot! (Sighing) Sorry.
(Door buzzing) Hey! Come here! Sit down.
I took care of that little prick.
Thanks.
It cost me a lot, boy! I owe Mangano big time.
Yeah? What's it gonna cost me? Four years I don't see you.
This is how you talk? Look, I just want it to be different, OK? I just want you to come and see me.
Once a week, that's all I ask.
I wanna know you.
I wanna You got a girl? Girl has a name? Emma.
What she do? She's going to med school.
No shit! Sounds like a keeper.
She saved me.
What the hell you on about? Look, I just want it to be different.
Mr.
Desjardins? Guy! Lara.
I'm doing an internship with the Thunder's team doctor.
I'm writing a paper on long-term concussion damage.
Do you think I could interview you for it? Head trauma's what ended my soccer career.
I didn't know that! I'm so sorry.
Can't you see the Quebec Ronaldo? (Chuckling) I know it's a lot to ask, but could you spare me an hour tonight? It's a really tight deadline.
Sure! Thank you so much.
If you give me your number, I can text you where to meet.
I'll pick somewhere fun, I swear.
Ah! Come on, Ma.
There she is! (Chuckling) He strapped me in like a baby! Hi! Coach Cook? It's Celeste! You used to coach me.
This is my daughter, Marie-Claire.
She's playing with Christy today.
I hope she has more talent.
Oh my God! Mom! I am so sorry.
Why did you bring her? She wanted to see you coach, and you try saying no to her! I do! Keep her out of my way.
This is my job, Peter.
I need it.
Ah! (Bell jingling) What? Come here.
Are we gonna let this lovely lady beat us down today? Heck no to that! Let's go! Come on! (Sighing) Did the team dietician talk to you yet? We gotta put some hair on that chest.
Protein, protein, protein! You hear? I'm not an idiot, OK? I know who was in your room.
It's not what you think.
I'm not gonna tell anyone, OK? But a teammate's gal? They'd beat you to a pulp back in Saguenay.
Well, he's not a teammate.
Her boyfriend plays for the Thunder's first team, so You're such an idiot! Oh, shut up, rookie! Hey, man, beaten to a bloody pulp! I should've let Rusk piss on you in the bus toilet.
Why didn't you, then? Because I'm saving you for myself.
(Scoffing) Smiles, everyone! This is Alex.
He's our captain.
And this is Nolan.
He's our Striker.
Yes, striker! OK, they're all yours.
Aaah! Oh! Fire with that! Ha ha! Hurry up.
Sly! (Grunting) (Junior groaning, crowd laughing) Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you OK? (Laughing) (Davey): Get it, get it! (Man): Come on, Jonathan! - (Christy): Yeah! - Hustle, hustle! Yeah, good hustle out there! Run or get a wheel chair! Mom, stop it! (Whistle blowing) Don't you talk to me like You've been drinking here? No.
I told you.
Take her away.
Wh Come on, Mom.
Let's go.
Godawful to me! (Sighing) Like mother, like daughter, huh? - You're the spitting image.
- Go to hell! (Sniffling) Hey Em, I'm at the Concordia thing.
Hoping you can make it.
Oh, and Em's not coming? I messed up again.
Oh yeah? Yeah, she got into Dublin med school, and I was not so thrilled.
Ooh.
What, you don't want her to go? Yeah, yeah.
I do if she wants to.
It's just that Look, you can't tell Em.
Dude, Emma's a pal.
Come on.
OK, fine.
What is it? Things are weird right now, man.
I went to see my Dad.
Seriously? In prison? I don't know.
I swore I never would, but I don't know, man.
He seems different.
Maybe he is.
Hey, man.
I'm not the one to talk about parentals and all.
How about Em? Hey, could you text her and maybe get her to come meet up with us? When Irish eyes are smiling (Chuckling) (Chuckling) Sure, 'tis like the morn in spring (Chuckling) He's so proud of you.
We both are.
Thanks.
How are you feeling? Nolan didn't exactly jump for joy this morning.
We're figuring it out.
You're 19 years old, Emma.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Nolan too.
How old were you and Dad when you got together? 21, right? It was different then.
(Sighing) (Cell phone buzzing) (Chuckling) Fatima, where did you get the boot like that? My father was football-mad.
- In the Ivory Coast? - Here too.
But he only had daughters, so he taught us all to play.
(Cell phone buzzing) - Sly, we have to go.
- Not yet.
- Do not talk back.
- Please, I want to stay.
I can keep an eye on him.
It's not too much trouble? It's the least I can do after castrating you.
OK.
Coach Rocas is here if you need anything.
OK? (Whistle blowing) Nice, nice! Spread out! Whoo! (Whistle blowing) - Tackle, tackle, tackle! - All right! Got time, got time! Keep out the back! Tackle! (Whistle blowing) What? (Crowd groaning) What's he doing? You're too tall.
You're out.
Too good.
Bring on Manchester legend Davey Gunn and 2-time Olympian Christy Cook.
(Crowd cheering and applauding) Oh, I'm gonna mess you up, big time! Is that right, eh? (Whistle blowing) The med school wants to see more practical, so I was hoping maybe you could help Em out.
Sure.
She could shadow me.
That'd be awesome.
Thank you.
I'm gonna head.
All right.
See ya.
(Alex): Go.
Next.
That's right, pass back, pass back.
(Grunting) You ever seen a goalie score? Ha ha! Get your head in the game! What you doing? Snacks, let's go! Coach Rocas.
Thank you.
Hey! Are you worried about all the payroll at risk out there? I only worry about what I can control.
How's team morale? Good! And Junior? Very good.
He's a rare talent.
Bueno.
It's nice to see you again, Renata.
Hope you're enjoying Montreal.
Mmm.
How's family morale, Albert? Excellent, thank you.
You bitch! (Gunn): Ah! Prick! (Whistle blowing) Advantage.
(Crowd cheering) Give us yours.
(Laughing) Oh, you little Montreal! (Crowd): Thunder! Whoo! Come in.
What happened here? A grease fire.
I cannot speak to you long, my friend.
Insurance is coming.
Sit, please.
Where is my brother Grégoire? You said you found him.
I was mistaken.
My men were mistaken.
The hunt has come to an end.
Your older brother is either dead or long gone from Montreal.
- I'm sorry.
- Liar! You took all our money for nothing! You? You are a thief! Watch your tongue, boy.
You owe me and my brother $10,000.
(Blade scraping) [ominous.]
[electricity buzzes.]
[electricity buzzes.]
( Reggae ) Forget that.
How long you figure I've got, Noley till life is over? Are you high? N It's just, you know.
Soon they'll put Junior or Tran-man up there, and I'll be history.
Nah, nobody's replacing Big Snacks.
Don't lie to me.
I'm sorry.
(Both chuckling) Terrible liar.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Hey.
I'm taking off, you guys.
Good to see you, Em.
Hey, Big Snacks, I want you on my trivia team next week.
You're way better than the other guy.
(Both chuckling) Look, I should have set off fireworks when you said you got into med school.
It's amazing, Em.
Thanks.
We're gonna work it out.
I talked to the intern, Lara.
She said that she'd get you a gig shadowing her and the team doctor.
(Giggling) Hey.
I love you.
I know.
(Chuckling): Yeah? (Chuckling) (Whispering): Here we go.
(Grunting) (Groaning) (Sighing) That feels so good.
Oh my God! (Sighing) Why you trying to mess me up so much, missus? I got a bit emotional.
Can you help me pull up my leg? My hamstring's burning.
(Sighing) Stop it! I don't want to.
Sly, let's go.
No arguments.
Thank you for looking after him.
You owe me a dance for babysitting.
I'm not a baby! Smooth as one.
(Sighing) OK, but only one, and then we go.
Yes! (Elevator beeping) Whoa, hold on, hold on! Oh, thank you.
Damien, right? I'm Stefan, on the U-21's.
Aren't you 4th floor? Animal House? Oh shit! I'll ride up.
Where are you? Up top.
I think our physiotherapist might be your girlfriend, Marie? My fiancée.
Marie and I are getting married next month.
( Latin ) Are you so unhappy? Mmm.
I would like to have Junior Lolo and his brother over for supper, my dear.
The Africans? Why? He's a great talent, Renata.
Top clubs are already interested.
This could be very good for us.
Alberto.
Hey, Mom.
Sorry we're late.
Hey, Mrs.
L.
It's OK.
I fed the girls early.
Good.
Nolan? Yeah? Your friend dropped by to see you.
He's still here.
Hey! Noley! You made it! What's going on? Sophie, are you sure this is OK? I don't want to, um Nolan's friends are always welcome.
Right.
Oh! Yo, Nolan.
This is why I stopped by, man.
Check that out.
Huh? I got that from my mom's when I was cleaning out her stuff.
Let me see.
He was a heartbreaker even then, right? (Chuckling) Man, no.
Your dad was the best coach.
Do you see him much? (Crickets chirping) Mmm.
Please, dig in before it gets cold! OK! All of it? All of our money is gone? Yeah.
(Exhaling sharply) Wh-What did he say about our brother? He doesn't know.
Maybe Fatima can help us.
Fatima? Why? She told me she works with immigrants, and that is what we are, yes? We don't need help.
(Scoffing) I I will fix everything.
Sly! (Crickets chirping) (Chuckling) (Phone dialling) This is Selma.
Please leave a message.
(Voice-mail beeping) Hey, Mom.
It's me.
I just got great news about university.
Call me back right away, OK? I'll wait up for you.
(Laughing) This is it! Yes it is.
Hello, Guy.
We have a mutual friend.
Jerry Pettle, the bookie.
What the hell are you playing at? We know you have a problem, Guy, and we wanna help you.
I'm out of here.
Does your wife know there's 3 mortgages on your home, that you're 4 months behind on your payment? Would you like us to tell her about it? (Snapping fingers) Guy! Wait! Get the hell away from me! I'm in trouble too, Guy.
Bullshit! I don't do this.
I don't either.
I'm a McGill med student, for Christ's sake! But I'm in a jam, just like you are.
Six months, Guy.
Can you imagine? Enough money to carry your family for half a year.
We can help each other out of trouble.
We really can.
Mmm! It's nice to have comfort food after you lose a match.
Don't get cocky! I went easy on you.
(Chuckling) Really? I thought I went easy on you.
I thought I had to.
Which match are we talking about? (Cell phone buzzing) Hello? (Grace): Where are you? Mom, are you OK? No.
I I can't find my pill.
Where's Peter? I don't know.
I'm I'm alone.
OK.
I'll be right home, Mom.
I'm sorry.
Christie, I No.
As soon as I can.
OK.
(Sighing) You've got your hands full with the old bird, don't you? Why don't you tell Rocas everything you're dealing with? A female coach? He already hates me.
The only thing worse I could do is show up pregnant.
Do you need a hand with that? Bye, Davey.
Thanks for the moo goo.
(Special K): The fuck you doing here, man? I ain't paying your potato army! (Gunshots on screen) Go! Go! So, what happened, Bamba? Some bastard set my place on fire.
(Engine starting) (Sighing) Marcel, I'm sorry I stayed so late.
No, not at all.
(Chuckling) But Sophie, this was amazing.
Thank you.
It was lovely to meet you, Kevin.
You too.
Look at you! You're just way too cute, aren't you! Huh? How about I walk you to the car? Oh.
See you later, Em.
Keep it real.
Mm-hmm.
All right, let's go.
OK.
Bye, cutie! Some real nice people, Noley.
They know what kind of rat-boy's banging their daughter? (Chuckling) Maybe Marcel and your pops will go play golf together some time.
That's far enough.
Far enough for what? Going to your pops was a real bad move, boyfriend.
You set me up to take your fall.
Yeah, Declan Gallard, Father of the Year, right? What makes you think it's gonna be different this time, huh? What the hell are you doing here, man? I'm just reminding you who you are.
I can touch you any time.
(Both grunting) (Coughing) (Breathing heavily) Stay the fuck away from here! Don't come here ever again! You understand? (Breathing heavily) (Coughing) (Laughing) Now, that's the Noley I remember! (Coughing) Yeah, Gorilla Nuts is back! (Breathing heavily) Hey.
Nolan.
Uh, look.
I like your friend, but Look, he won't be back.
OK.
All right.
Well, goodnight, guys.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
You OK? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
I love you, Em.
I love you, too.