All language subtitles for Shakespeare and Hathaway Private Investigators - Season 5 Episode 5

- Howdy!
- Hey! Better late than never.

- Important client.
- Hmm?

You've got ketchup on your tie.

Yeah, a breakfast meeting.

May I introduce our esteemed investigators
Luella Shakespeare and Frank Hathaway.

This is Sam Albany, the
manager of the Avon Roughs.

Which I have discovered is our local
football team and not a Dougie Daker.

- A Premier League legend in my office.
- Yeah, no turn again.

You are the saviour of our club.
It is a great honour for you to be here.

- I mean, it's an honour for me to...
- Frank, I think you might want that back.

Oh, it's nice to meet you too, Frank,
and the club is the reason I'm here.

- We've got a big game coming up.
- Final game of the season,

three points away from promotion.

If we make it to Saturday,
someone's trying to sabotage the team.

Started small about three weeks ago,

- missing kit, punctured balls...
- Out.

I'll make some tea.

I brought this to show you.

♪ Oh, Avon!
And on, and on, and on, and on! ♪

Yeah, someone put itching agent
on the shirts. It caused chaos.

Then things escalated a few days ago
and I'm worried someone might get hurt.

We can't have anything
tanking our chances of winning.

- We'll take the case.
- Yeah, there's one snag.

The owner can't know anything about it.

He's refusing to accept that
there's even a problem.

Sounds like the team's going undercover.

...done with a bit of a clean.
I suppose I'll just have to make do...

Oh, boys! Nice timing.
We're about to have some photos done.

Oh, this is the owner, Dan Krezig.

He inherited the cloud from
his late father last year.

And Sam's rude that day ever since.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
Good to meet you fellas.

I'm Frank, Sam's assistant manager.

I'll read Walton Spurs, assistant
of the assistant manager.

He shies the boat.

Fantastic. Sorry, I'm going to
have to put my boss hat on for a sec.

I thought we discussed
making big decisions together.

Well, I don't want to tread on
anyone's toes, but, er, I need 'em.

- Why? You're doing brilliantly.
- We, er, we specialise in defence.

We do what we do so Sam
can do what he does.

Yeah.

Sounds expensive.

No, man, we
do it for the love of the game, man.

No, we do it for some free
tickets next season, man.

Well, that's good enough for Sam.

Welcome aboard.
Are you ready for us, Ella?

Yes! Oh, enchanté.

- Ella is a fashion photographer.
- Optical stylist.

She's doing a feature on the club.

Yes. You want me?

You may.

Enchanté.

Right, are you ready?
Take positions, gentlemen.

Are you kidding me? Who did this?
Who the hell did this?

Well, now, pardon me...

- You seem to...
- Oh, that's working, isn't it?

I'll have whoever did this.
She's for goal practise.

Look at this. All ruined.

Ella, Frank, Walton.

This is Leah, our illustrious team
sponsor, and Kyle, team captain.

So my bar is called The Board and Panda.

You know, it's a very classy
name for a very...

classy joint, but I tell you
what it's not called. Kyle.

I'm so bald, Panda, because I am not
running a zoo for animals with hair loss.

Well, the manufacturer should fix that.

Well, apparently
someone had called up and

authorised the change, so no refunds.

Like we need any more bad luck.

Kyle's all in hand.
Don't worry about it, mate.

Well, he keeps saying that,
and bad things keep happening.

Hey, now, my dad always
used to say setbacks

are just success.
Checking you're still awake.

He's trying to fob us off again.

This
wouldn't have happened in your dad's day.

- Leah, it's not his fault.
- Oh, then who's is it?

- Kyle, Leah...
- Just let her cool off.

Keep up the good work, guys.

Come on, lads, let's go to the grills.
Back and forth passes.

What's going on, son?
You're looking slow, aren't you?

How can I concentrate with that?

Right, it's bad luck.

It's superstitious nonsense.

Look, a couple of mishaps aren't going
to make you miss your turns.

Look, I'm trying, all right?

All right. What's all this about?

Yeah, let's play, boy, let's play,
let's play. Keep it tight, keep it tight.

You're going to take five, Frank.

Run some drills, keep up the good work.

Come on, boys.

(whistle blowing)

Go on, get in there, babe, get in there.

Tackle, boys, tackle.

Hello, hi.

Listen, I am so sorry about earlier.

I was having a nightmare about the kit.

Don't worry.

- So you have the photos, right?
- Yeah, yeah.

So do you want Insta Asper,
do you want, like, Ross Fitt?

- Surprise me.
- OK.

- Right, I'm going to come down here.
- OK.

- Okay?
- Yes.

So...

you own the Board and Panda, huh?

I do, yeah, the hottest
cocktail bar in stress.

I know, been trying
to get inside since it opened...

but obviously it's, like.. pfft...

doing shoots all over the world.

Who's got the time?

How did you get into football then?

Hot guys, in short. Sign me up, Ella.

Plus, I mean, I bagged
myself the hottest didn't I? Oi!

Aaaww...

Thank you.

Aw, got him well trained, haven't you?

- On the, on the pitch?
- I mean, he's my one and only.

Do you know, um, earlier,

all the kerfuffle with the kit and
everything,

Kyle mentioned something
about more bad luck.

What was he talking about there?

Oh, yeah, that's, that's nothing
that's going to break our stride.

I mean, when the Roffs go up a league
and the big team's got my hankering after

my man with his feet, my brains,
oh, we're going to the top.

Sumptured up?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Right. Oh.

Pretty good... for a Pop Five aside.

What are you doing here, Harvey?

I've got a meeting with your boss
sorting timings for the match.

I feel bad.

You've got them believing
they could actually win.

- Who's this charmer?
- Howard Harvey...

Manager of Kyneton Rovers.
Her rival's for promotion.

Hey, do you ever ask...

what he's been doing the last 20 years?

Do you ever wonder...

what the comeback
king's secret sauce is?

If only he could bottle that skill, eh?

What in front of the lads?

You got something to say to me, do
it in private.

You don't deserve to win.

And then, I said to Sam, he's
got more pep than Guardiola.

(laughing)

I suppose you have to be there.

Right, so...

I tried to talk to the staff
about the sabotage

but the owner has
banned them from mentioning it.

That, or they're just scared of Lear.

I didn't find anything
untoward either, except

that rival manager did
seem very angry with Sam.

Yeah, but he wouldn't
have been able to get

in to do anything anyway.

Frank, did you talk to the team?

Frank?

Do you think you're
taking this manager thing a bit far?

Of course I'm not.

Come on, you two, jump to it!

(blows whistle)

Sam said he's me to see
before the warm up.

OK, so, what's the plan for today?

Right, well, I'm going to use wing-backs,
push them up and use a low block.

OK, I was talking about
the investigation.

Oh, right.

Look at that. Why can't
people tidy up after themselves?

Could we be putting some
cameras up somewhere, some...?

Oh.

Oh, Frank.

(Wailing Police Horn)

Well, well, well...

I didn't peg you two for the
sporty type.

Hello, DS Kayla.

You found the body?

- Any confessions to make?
- Yeah, I've never liked a moustache.

He was strangled.

I think I'll wait for the
autopsy report. Thanks, though.

Someone's
been trying to sabotage the club.

That's why we're here, undercover.
Sam hired us.

Oh, dear.

Did you get paid beforehand, or...?

I'm not in the mood, Joe.
A good man just died.

Yeah, I'm sorry...

but if you don't know why

you can stay out of my crime scene.

I've not gone anywhere.

Really?

All right.

Let's see what the owner thinks,

having a bunch of PIs snooping around.
I'm sure he won't mind.

No, no...

If you blow our cover, that could
put us in danger, and...

it could put you on a charge
of professional misconduct.

We wouldn't want that, would we?

- I'm fine with it, actually.
- So if that's everything...

Fine...

..I'll be watching you.

OK.

So I take it we're not leaving
until we find Sam's killer?

Let's go and talk to Dan.

His car was the only parked here this
morning when we arrived.

You think I wanted any of this?
The stress is killing me.

Then, given the circumstances, it
makes sense to cancel the match.

- It's not your call to make.
- This is a private meeting, mate.

- Sam wouldn't want you to pull out.
- You've no idea what he'd want.

And you do?

I wonder which team
would go up a league if we pulled out.

You're making a big mistake.

Can you believe it? It feels like
a nightmare I can't wake up from.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.
- It's not just my loss.

The club is running on fumes financially.

Shareholders are breathing
down my neck for a win, and now...

Um, maybe you should try,
uh, tightening your belt a little.

Yeah, I mean, what would
change around here if Avon won?

Going up a league would bring
fresh sponsors, bigger ticket sales.

All of which would give the
club a fighting chance, but...

..if we lose, there's no cash.

Bye-bye, Avon FC.

That does sound overwhelming.

This place was my dad's life.

Now it's all on my shoulders.

I'm here most nights, worrying.

If you were here last night, did
you notice anything suspicious?

I fell asleep. Sorry, is Harvey right?
Should I cancel?

Sam wouldn't want that.
Neither would your dad.

Their legacy deserves better.

My dad would probably haunt me.

OK, there's an upside to
everything, and you're it.

- Me?
- Me?

You're the new manager, right?
The deputy steps up.

Never let it be said that when
the call came, I didn't answer it.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mr Creswick, DS Keeler.

I'm the police.

I need to interview you regarding
the murder of one of your employees.

I must confess, I'm not wearing trousers.

Well, when you're decent.

Uh, and you, sir, you're the
assistant manager, is that right?

He's the manager now. He's been promoted.

Oh, really?

- Sturdy motive for murder, that.
- What?

Well, I'll need to interview you
down the station too, pronto.

You're wasting my time.

All club employees are being interviewed.

You are an employee here, are you not?

Sabotage.

Murder. What's next?

Aye, I hear yous...

but it's making us think of King Henry.

On the Mournes and Crispons.

His team thought it
was all gone in belly up.

We few.

We happy few.

We're not happy, though, are we?

Unless Henry's the new
manager, we're done for.

And what bigger sign do you need?

We're in the away dressing room.

What's wrong with the away dressing room?

- Don't speak its name.
- Fine, have your scotches played.

First, Sam's gone and the club's cursed.

Come on, let's get hard.

Oh, here.

Let's go and kick some
things for Sam, Lee.

- Here.
- Oh, oh.

- You OK?
- I'm fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

What have you done to your hands?

- I said I'm fine.
- OK. Yeah, sorry.

Oh, sorry, oh.

Sorry, I'm just still... still learning.

What a waste of a day.

Keyla's gory is coming,
you know what they say.

- Massive moustache, tiny brain...
- Brain?

Yes.

Any news about Sam and Harvey?

Using my considerable skills,

I managed to get the skinny from
one of Sam's former team-mates.

Back when Sam was
playing in the Premier League,

Harvey was in the under-18
squad at the same club.

But he got the boot and never
played professionally again.

We can't blame that on Sam.

On my sources, Sam was a big drinker.

Harvey made some noise about
it, so Sam had him kicked out.

Harvey had the motive, but we
don't even know if he was there.

And why kill Sam now?

- Who's this?
- That's Kyle.

- Fresh scabs?
- Mm-hm.

Kind of wounds you might get
if you'd just garroted somebody.

Say, with a net bag?

But why kill Sam?

I mean, his death would
jeopardise Kyle's future.

Look at this.

- Oh, very handsome.
- No, here.

Looks like Sam and Leah, they arguing?

Yeah, maybe over Kyle.

I mean, you heard Sam,
he was pushing him, really hard.

Football managers cannot mince words.

Yeah, well, that might have
made him some enemies, eh?

I think we should go and look
round Sam's office, shall we?

See if we can find some answers.

Just up the stairs.

Look at all these.

Eh? Nothing much changes, although
the shorts get shorter and longer again.

Oh, Frank, this guy could
be you in another life.

- Yeah, that's my dad.
- What?

Yeah, after we moved
here, he was the goalie.

- Six years.
- How have you never told me that?

Well, you never asked.

Oh.

Oh, I bet little Frank was really
cute running about causing mischief.

Mischief? You're wrong, your dad.

No, no, the roughs were his life.

Used to go and watch him train and
then we'd get some chips on the way home.

Every match...
Oh, it's all right, all right, all right.

- Don't get all weepy on me.
- No.

I've got an invite to
the Board and Panda.

Leah is holding impromptu
drinks to remember Sam.

Oh, and I'm on the list!

Hmm.

Oh, don't worry, I'm
sure your invite will come.

Yeah, yeah.

Now, the big question
is what to wear, isn't it?

It says, "If Versace did funerals...

Sounds so respectful.

(knocking on door)

I'll check the computer.

Hmm.

Hound.

- It'll be a dog.
- You've cracked it.

Sam wanted a pet.

No, but he might have wanted a mascot.

Er, let's see what's on here.

- Oh!
- Hey.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Oh, look, messages from Sam to Leah.

"Not so rough next
time, you put my back out."

And Leah: "I'll be gentle."

Well...

maybe that's what it is, that's what they
were fighting about, a lover's tiff.

Yeah, we don't know that
for sure, though, do we?

Yeah, but Karl was upset with Sam,
wasn't he, when they were training.

Maybe he'd found out that
they were having an affair.

(He exhales)

I'm sorry, I know how much
Sam in this place means to you.

Oh, there's messages.

- Shall I?
- Yes.

Sam, hiya. Yeah, I've got an idea for
defence...

He just didn't like that one.

- Sam, I just wanted to...
- We don't need to listen.

Oh, no, we don't.

Sam...

I can't believe you're standing in the
back like this. We need to talk now.

Oh, well. Not so chipper there, was he?

No.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) (Music playing)

(Dramatic Music playing)

Now, this is the side of
football I can get behind.

Oh, yes, I knew I belonged here.

And all our possible suspects
were here, so it's a bonus.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Oh, thank you so much for coming.

I mean, it's all very
last-minute, but there are

free drinks and there are
also crypt-themed canopies.

And obviously it's mandatory
hashtag when posting.

Whatever happens to cheese sign, he's in
the chorus of, "You'll never walk alone".

I don't think you've just answered
your own question, haven't you?

Anyway, so mingle and mourn,
cos, you know, we're here for...

here for Sam, so go enjoy.

Free drinks. Lips will be loosened.

Oh, yes, but we keep our heads clear.

So it's time for an old PI trick.

Where I make this £20 disappear?

No, you slip it to the
barman to keep our drinks dry.

- H2O.
- Yeah.

Oh, yes.

But you look very dapper.

Cheers.

Notice anything?

I've noticed quite a
few people gazing at me.

Good looks are a curse, I expect.

Right, hello. Interesting one.

You see that couple over there?

Mm-hm.

I'm with them.

We're going to be
ordering normal cocktails

all night, but don't
put any booze in them.

Huh?

Got it?

- You understand?
- Yeah.

- Getting my groove on now.
- HE LAUGHS

Those are... No, those are for you.

There you go. That's for you.

Oh, yes.

Don't always spend more
time at the club than at home.

Oh.

What's Harvey doing here?

Look at that, that's far too
chunky to be a condolence card.

Let me check that out.

You know it's OK if you've got
mixed feelings about Sam, it's natural.

What? No, the man was a legend.

Aye, a proper Bobby Robson.

But legends do cast a
deep, big shadow, like...

I mean, his word could be
treated as gospel...

which could be... tough.

Right.

Is that why you left that
big, angry voicemail for him?

HE LAUGHS

How do you know about that?

I was there.

I was there when he listened to
it, cos I'd done some headshots.

No, I discovered... errm...

Sam was organising a meeting of
the shareholders behind my back.

Oh, right.

Did you think he was
trying to push you out?

That's what I thought.

But Sam swore that he
was just going to ask them to

increase investment in
the club, boost our finances.

Just wanted to lend a hand, did he?

Sam always put the club first.

I should have known that.

So I apologised to him and then he left.

If I'd have known that was the last
time that I, er...

Sorry, excuse me.

Oh, yeah. (Farting sound)

Sorry. That wasn't me. It was the chair.

(Farting sound again) Oh!

(Laughter) Oops...

Oops.

Harvey's hiding, but I
noticed a restricted room.

It's a VIP area.

- Oh.
- Mm.

When the course clears,
you distract the bouncer.

- You're mistaken.
- I'm on him.

Tell you what, these pretend
shots, they're actually pretty tasty.

Another bouncer lost to Lou's alert?

Shh!

It's a BSM. BHS. IBS.

- What?
- BDSM. It's a secret fetish.

Yes, yes.

Oh, look, look.

They're not standard issue, are they?

Anyone for ping-pong?

Oh, where's Rover?

Ruff!

Oi! Oi! It's for something!

Kyle!

When I said he should use his
ball skills, that's not what I meant.

You're my heroes.

Hey, look at your look.

- I'm trying not to.
- No, no, no, the ropes.

Cut into his hands.
That mapping will cause the scalps.

Frank, I found Mistress's tablet.

It's password protected.

Try password.

Board and Panda are
characters from Pericles.

- What?
- Pericles.

Shakespeare play. Bit weird.

Can't be buried a second
time within these arms.

Look, look, look.

There's a full demand halving.

Oh!

Oh...

Oh...

Oh, my eyes.

We're not supposed to bend that way.

Right, listen.
Email it to us, then delete it.

Come on.

Hurry up.

- I'm trying. It's sticky.
- Someone's coming. Hurry up.

Down, down, down, down.

What's going on?

How did you get out, naughty boy?

- Good time last night.
- We're closed.

Can I help you?

Right, so, yeah, you are detectives, yes.

Makes sense, because you are no coach.

- How did you know?
- I Googled you.

Kyle heard you saying your real name, so
I'm guessing that Sam hired you, did he?

To try and stop all the sabotage?

OK, yes, I'm correct. Thank you.

So, I'm gonna want that video back.

Oh, the video?
Why would you want to keep it?

Er, isn't it obvious?

I'm trying to blackmail
Harvey to throw the match.

Well, you're forcing him to lose.

Well, I couldn't leave my
future up to chance, could I?

And I'm not just talking about me and
Kyle, because if Avon wins, we all win.

Well, bunking up with Sam was worth it.

Bunking? Me and Sam?

Now, we have seen the messages.

Going easy on him so you
wouldn't put his back out, eh?

Yeah. Pilates.

I was helping him say so,
but it's a bit of regular exercise.

Someone lovely to talk to.

And what part of the 12-step
programme was laying into him?

Hey, exhibit there. Oh.

Look...

Sam was under a lot of pressure
when all the sabotage started.

He was, and... Well, he fell off
the wagon and we got into it, so...

And you thought he was a liability?

I can't have any weak links.

And did Sam heed your warning? Eh?

We've seen what you can do
to people who get in your way.

I'm here to win.

Do you really think that you
could lead our players to victory?

Hmm?

Hand over our leverage and you destroy
a team that you've loved your whole life.

Are you really that selfish?

No more cheese, Mother, please.

Oh...

(Distorted whistle blow)

Kyle looks how I feel.

Avon Ruff's. More like Avon Duff's.

All right, just keep it down, will you?

Aah... you see, that's the
problem with amateurs.

Amateurs thinking
they can match the pros.

Your amateur expert tactics
just don't cut it, do they?

Speak no more.

Use words like daggers entering my ears.

I've cleared the crime scene.

You can use your dressing room now.

You might need a clean
beforehand, though.

Tidy up the locker room, will you?

I think I'm more use...

(Strong whistle blow)

Oh, thanks.

I've just been looking up her hound.

You know, the word I found
on the notebook in Sam's office.

I just felt like it might be relevant.

You find anything?

Lots of cute dog videos.

Insurance company, property
developer, local gym, toilet cleaner.

Look, it's not your fault.

Leah's put you in an impossible position,
dangling the blackmail in front of you.

It's the big match tomorrow and
we're no closer to cracking this.

We don't even know if the sabotage
has got anything to do with the murder.

You know, my dad wanted
me to be a goalie like him.

Did he?

Were you any good?

Couldn't catch a ball to save me life.

Didn't stop me trying, though.

"Arthur Hathaway's lad does not quit."

Truth is, it wasn't me.

Do you feel like you disappointed him?

I never said anything but I knew.

Well, you've got to live
your life, haven't you?

I bet your dad was really proud.

No idea.

You know, you always think you're going
to have time to fix things, don't you?

And one day you get a call.

Go on, get out of my car.
Go and be Frank.

HE SIGHS

Pressure, boys, pressure! Go on!

Go!

(Shouting in the background)

- What's all this?
- Armchair experts.

You get them comfy, they
relax, pool their knowledge.

It's like having a team of coaches.

Well, close him, put pressure on him!

Right, so why did you call me?

Is that... (clears throat) ...the video?

Well, you've got a sure thing there.

Where's the fun in that?

Here.

That's the only copy.

You know, I never wished Sam dead.

I wanted to beat him, fair and square.

Bring it on.

Right.

HE SIGHS

HE SIGHS

THUNDER CRASHES - (muffled) Sebastian?

Seb?

Oh, hello.

Hello. I had an awful dream
that a guy in hell was a PE lesson.

Where have you been?
Been calm your whole morning?

This morning?

Well, it's bizarre. I, erm, remember...

having a hot flush and feeling
drowsy, and then...

nothing.

What were you doing
before you backed down?

Erm, I had some water,

and then I found something
down the back of the water cooler.

Hmm.

It's somebody's medication.

They're prescribed to Kyle.

Oh, great! Look! The whole gang's here!

Undercover snakes.

Let me explain.
Sam hired us to stop the sabotage.

You mean accused us of murder?

They're trying to ruin us, Dan.

I should have known.
No-one's that bad at coaching football.

No. We're on your side.

We stopped her from blackmailing Harvey

so you could have a
fair crack at the game.

You stopped a surefire
way of his winning?

- When you put it like that...
- Toss 'em!

Hang on, who's gonna lead the team?
The match starts in an hour!

Oh, please! A bald Panda could
have done a better job than you!

CHEERING Come on!

Go down already.

OK, these pain meds are Cedaphaline,

which is a prescription muscle relaxant
with intense drowsy side effects.

They must have been in the water.
That's what's knocked you out.

Says they're prescribed for
degenerative disorders. Oh, poor Kyle.

He's been in pain for the past few days,
but how would he sabotage the team?

If his condition got too much, but

pulling out would feel
like letting everyone down.

This way, he's not to blame.

What if Sam caught him sabotaging the
water and then things just got out of hand?

If Kyle kills Sam to stop the match,
there's no telling how far he could go.

We need to get back in
there before it's too late.

Come on, Kyle, get in there!

And that's the goal of Kyle Kabeer.
He made that look easy.

It's one-all, Dan. Don't panic.
We are going to win this.

Get up, Kyle!

(Whistle blowing)

Ah! Run away, Kyle! Where are we going?

This way. No-one comes back here.

Kyle!

Just get out of my way.

Look, you
can run, but you won't get very far.

Please, just talk to us.

We found the medication you
used to drug the team's water supply.

Look, you found some pills.

So what? Look, I am not going back.

Did you put the drugs in the
water so it'd be easier to kill Sam?

Sam?

I'd never hurt him.

So you were slower, suspected something?

Look, I didn't kill Sam.

The sabotage, yeah, I admit.

But you don't understand
the pressure I'm under.

Leah's planned our whole
future around me playing in

the top leagues, and I
can't even get through again.

You were scared of losing her.

Look, I didn't want to let her down.
Winning is everything to Leah.

If the team failed through
bad luck, you were off the hook.

Leah wouldn't suspect you.

But now she's been
on some sort of failure.

Look, this thing inside
me has taken everything.

Oh, come on. The team needs you.

- But I can't play.
- Oh, but you can lead.

See this badge?
It stands for perseverance.

Sixty years of losing.

Some believed you could change that.

Prove it right.

Frank?

We, er... thought we'd return these.

- My trousers?
- Yep. Found them on the roof.

People do some strange things
when they've been drugged.

- Drugged?
- It was in the water supply.

- Effects our disorientation.
- Hot flushes.

They're so hot, they make you, er...

- Put your trousers away.
- Yeah, and drowsiness.

Knocking you out till morning?
Does that sound familiar?

Which proves you were here with
Sam the night he was murdered.

You even told us you
fell asleep here that night.

I... I told you I spoke to Sam.
It doesn't mean I killed him.

Oh, yes, his planned
meeting with the shareholders.

Probably wanted to warn them
about your scheming with hounds.

- Who?
- Hound & Sons.

Properly developer.
You wanted to sell the club, didn't you?

- It's ridiculous.
- Shall I ring him and ask him?

- The club is my whole life.
- Yeah, and you hate it.

I mean, you slap on a smile,
but it's all an act, isn't it?

Yeah, you were overwhelmed.
You wanted out.

Sam found out you
were trying to sell the club.

Wanted to stop you, so you killed him.

- No, you're wrong. I wouldn't...
- You called Sam a legend.

He would be furious if he knew
you were looting your father's legacy.

Legacy?

Got his boys running round a muddy field?

You think your dad loved this
club more than he loved you?

I hope Sam's death was worth
you sticking it to your old man.

My dad never showed me one
ounce of love that he gave this place.

I was a distant second.

I wish he could see me
sell his precious club.

No, Dan, please, just
put the lighter down.

Sam, Sam, did it give me her choice?

He... he...

overheard me discussing the sale.
He went ballistic. He threatened to tell.

No, no, no! You are betraying
everything that your father worked for!

Please, Sam, I thought we could
be partners. Share the money.

You will not get away with it.
I trusted you. He trusted you!

Shut up!

Your old man would
be spinning in his grave!

Spinning in his grave! Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

The only good I'll get out of this
place is the insurance money. So...

So here's to you, Dan!

Running away, I'm burning this place!
Time won't change how you feel!

We'll see.

Oh, Frank!

Oh, God!

What a save!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Let's go, lads! Come on!

Come on, tackle, tackle!

Come on!

CHEERING Come on!

CHEERING

And that's a goal
from Kyle Kabir. He made that lucky.

CHEERING

Yeah, that's it! Come on!

CHEERING That's it!

Come on, Drake! Come on!

CHEERING

Avon scores again!

CHEERING

And striking for the final whistle...

CHEERING

...with a 3-1 victory.

Avon FC are moving up a lead.

You can feel the joy in the stadium.

Hey!

Oh, what do you think of his chances?

He's toast.

Oh, they'll be fine. She cares more
about him than her ambition, you know.

Oh, here we go.

There you are. Love conquers all.

As long as he's got a safe word.

Yes, yes, yes.

We did it! Congratulations!

National League.

Cheers, Frank.

Ah, er, before I forget...

No, you fought the odds.
You showed up when it counted.

Sam would want you to keep that.

I won't let them down.

We won't let them down.

I'm gonna try and rally the fans.

By the club.

OK, don't look so shocked.

Do it right this time and, erm, at least
I know where to find a good manager.

Come on. Bye, guys.

See you next season.

You know, I think she meant me.

What, manager? Very funny.

No, I'm serious.

And there's some changes
gonna happen around here,

starting with much larger footballs.

Yes, I think they should
light up when you kick them.

Ooh, maybe some music, too.

Avon is crying out for
a half-time dance-off.

If you're listening, Dad, we won.

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