Two minutes, Albert.
My people say there's no one there.
Not even that snake from Malmö?
The army blocked the road all morning.
We should be first.
OK, listen.
If Junior looks as good as his film, we sign him today.
Yes, of course.
Tell him we can't wait. If we wait, we lose him.
You understand?
I understand, Albert.
Trust me.
I don't trust you.
(Dog barking)
(Players shouting, indistinct)
(Crowd cheering and applauding)
(Whistle blowing)
(Grunting)
(Exhaling sharply)
(Junior grunting on tablet)
Are we still alone?
Yes.
But Brussels, Kansas City and your snake from Malmö
will be here soon.
OK, do it. Do it now.
_
(Sighing)
_
You have everything they want.
Don't go play the African beggar boy.
Others are coming with more money.
We take the best price, you and I together.
I choose Montreal. Only them.
Why?
But I go on one condition.
What?
He only goes if you take his brother too.
Agreed, all right?
Please, get his signature on my goddamn contract!
Hmm!
Junior...
_
Now, go show these barbarians how this game is played!
(Laughing)
I will.
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.
(Buzzer sounding)
(Man 1 on TV): It looks like we've got some big news
coming out of Montreal today.
From what our spies in Montreal Thunder's front offices
are saying this morning...
Is your boy gonna do shit this year?
...to know the identity of the mystery star...
- to play on the first team... - Good talking to you.
...the U-21s and raw scoring phenom, Nolan Gallard.
(Man 2 on TV): Manchester legend Davey Gunn
signs a 2-year, $10 million contract
as player-coach of the Montreal Thunder.
What?
Wait, so they gave him 10 mill.
That means he's gotta outrank Coach Rocas, no?
Maybe.
Impress Gunn, I'd say you're a lot closer to the first team.
Yeah, but don't forget that, right now,
your head coach is still Rocas.
It's hard to forget. The dude's in my face every day.
3,000, 4,000, 5,000.
Five seconds.
Amazing.
What?
Our new kid, Junior Lolo,
can run the midfield faster than anyone on your first team.
Let's hope he can play soccer too.
I didn't realize that this was gonna be a whole family affair.
And the apartment in St-Michel...
No, it's close to a school.
He doesn't want his brother at the team condo. He's protective.
Our deal was
I have last word on players and coaches.
I'm trying to build a real staff here,
and you force Christy Cook on me?
Come on. The first female coach in the MLS?
That is like a PR squirt-fest.
Only she never coached! I don't want her.
I took you when few would've.
So...
Our deal means nothing?
You know, the Americans broke her nose,
and she still beat them 3 times.
20 million people watched that game!
In my club, heroes jump the queue.
(Man on radio): What about that Ana Messina?
You gotta admire her guts.
She seems determined
to spend her family's construction fortune
trying to turn around this lacklustre Montreal Thunder.
The Rocas hire, I understand.
He played with Maradona and Gaz back in the day.
But Christy Cook?
I say she lasts 6 weeks, max, in this league.
It's a tough environment.
Lots of competition.
(Exhaling sharply)
- Yo! - Oh!
Hey, Big Snacks! What's up?
- Ready to crush it, son? - Yeah.
Emma said you were at school at 6:00 this morning, man.
Cornell wants to see 3 extra courses.
All A's or the dream dies.
Dude, your head's gonna explode.
You gotta get your sleep, you dick!
This team needs you.
Don't worry. I'm your pimp that gets it all done.
- Oh, you're my pimp? - Yeah, man!
(Both laughing)
Oh, yo! Get him off of me!
He's captain, man. He can beat your ass when he wants!
I'm Davey Gunn!
I don't care who you are. Go to the back of the line!
Man, that's embarrassing!
I won't judge. Four leagues in 8 years.
This town's never seen skill like that.
He'd cut you in half on the field.
That's what you love most, that he's a sociopath.
Just a little love tap. Let him know you're there, baby!
How'd you sneak in here, rookie?
I was with the U-18s, and Coach...
(Players chanting): Who, who, who are you?
No, no. We're just playing. So, you're with the U-18's?
I got called up here...
(Players): Who, who, who are you?
Who, who, who are you?
Remove that hat. Club rules.
It's also called respect.
You dillweeds don't know shit!
I'm Alex. I know who you are.
Listen up!
Coach wants a word.
Today's our last practice.
The season starts Saturday, against LA.
For the core,
this is the last year to prove that you can play pro.
The next 4 months are the most important of your lives.
How do we make them count?
We never stop attacking.
We recover as a team.
We defend as a team.
We have 15 games to win for these beliefs,
to win for Montreal!
(Team): Thunder!
If we play like this Saturday and every game this season,
every single one of you will get a long look.
The league will fear you,
and this team will do some serious damage.
Montreal!
(Team): Thunder!
(All cheering and applauding)
We've brought in a wonderful veteran
to help us reach these goals.
Davey Gunn! Take a bow, you old sod.
- Ms. Christy Cook. - Oh shit!
Five-time Player of the Year,
Olympic medallist.
She's gonna be coaching the strikers.
Many thanks, Michel and Coach Rocas.
Last time I was around this much testosterone,
someone puked all over my shoes.
Anyway, I hope this goes better.
I look forward to working with all of you.
(Michel): OK, let's hit the pitch!
(Team applauding)
Mark your man, mark your man!
Hey, get off me!
Go! Pass it up! Pass it up! Keep it wide!
(Grunting)
Hey, hold up!
Hold up, guys!
(Whistling)
Bring it in!
OK, guys.
When I go for a header
against someone taller than me,
I put my arm up on their shoulder.
It's a little clip, stops them from jumping.
Blind side of the ref, he won't see it.
You win space, you win games! Do it again.
(Sighing)
Ah!
Here!
Boy might have some dog in him!
Move it, move it!
Pass!
Ah!
Nolan!
(Panting)
(Team shouting, indistinct)
Who told you to do that? I said lay it off early!
I thought it'd be better if I beat the man.
So now you're the coach?
On Saturday, LA will be faster and stronger.
If we don't pass, we will lose and have another season of shit!
I won't let that happen.
You play alone, run alone.
Twenty laps.
Now! Let's go!
(Sighing)
(Woman on PA) Dernière appel.
Les passagers sur Canadian Air Flight 171
en direction de Toronto...
(Woman speaking French on PA)
Flowers from our country. A gift.
Seeds, plants, bulbs, all illegal to import.
I'm sorry. We didn't know.
You can keep them...
You are very kind.
...if you have a certificate proving their safety.
(Man on personal radio, indistinct)
_
But, sir, why the letter too? It is very important to us.
- Sly, Sly! - Hey!
_
I'm sorry, this boy...
Please! Our deepest apologies.
Get out of here.
♪ I was thinking maybe, baby, you could stay ♪
♪ Do this thing forever every single day ♪
♪ You look like a bad one Maybe you would stray ♪
♪ Baby, you're a good ting Who am I to say? ♪
♪ I just gotta tell you 'cause I know I won't ♪
(Breathing heavily)
All right. You gotta leave the cave.
Mmm. No, not yet.
Ah! Your folks are awake. Your dad's already on his rower.
Whoosh, whoosh!
I want us to spend as much time as we can.
What?
You got in somewhere else.
I'm still waiting,
but I applied to other schools.
It's probably gonna happen.
And, uh, McGill Med?
Nothing yet.
So if McGill says no, then you're leaving?
Babe, I'd never decide without you.
I want you to be happy for me.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
I think I could do that.
(Laughing)
(Children shouting, indistinct)
I know!
I'm sorry! I'm crashing in St-Jerome at Stacy's place.
Yeah, I'm late for work now.
She's a handful today.
OK. I'll deal with it.
Until when?
I'm back, Peter. For good!
Just make sure she does her exercises. Can you handle that?
(Sighing)
For rent and daily living.
(Laughing)
It's a lot!
$15,000, like we said.
Living expenses and your bonus, hmm?
Sly, it was very nice to meet you.
My wife and I live 15 minutes away.
If you two need anything, please let me know.
Yes, Coach.
Coach Michel will take you back in one hour.
Now, you still can't practice,
but we'll have your work permit before game-time.
Welcome.
Thank you.
_
What was I supposed to do, huh? Tell me!
You don't mess with the police.
You know that!
A gun is a gun.
You know what we are here to do.
You put all of that at risk today.
I know you were an athlete,
and I know you get it.
We have got to start training before you lose more muscle.
I... I'm... I'm OK.
Mom. Come on, we used to do this all the time!
It's just one set. Easy.
Yeah.
Like we used to do, right?
Just try it. Here.
OK!
- Just... - - No!
You can do it. Just take the weights, Mom!
Fuck you!
And f-fuck you too!
(Sighing)
I'm sorry.
(Crying)
(Breathing heavily)
You can trust me.
Dab!
(Both laughing)
Come here, come here.
(Laughing)
(Woman moaning)
Hello?
(♪ Rap playing in distance ♪)
(Woman and man moaning loudly)
Hey!
What are you doing, man?
Uh, I just moved in.
Get out of my bathroom!
You see the big guy with headphones?
Don't talk to him. Ever.
And don't be late for practice!
It's review day.
OK.
Stefan. You're up.
You know what we call players like you in Argentina?
No, sir.
Armarios. Wardrobes.
Big, strong central defenders
that kick the shit out of you for 90 minutes.
Thank you, sir. I think.
You are my armario.
For you to be effective, the opponent must fear you.
But you've lost your intensity, Stefan. Fix it!
Bring it back up, or you won't be in my starting 11.
(Talking indistinctly)
(Clearing throat)
What the hell are you doing?
In front of my spot, they go in the shower.
Screw you, they do!
Hey, hey, hey! Come with me.
Why the drama?
Coach needs me angry.
People need to know the rules.
And you know the rules?
How's your knee?
Strong.
Your gait's changed.
Well, I'm not sure I agree,
but I like that you're noticing.
You're compensating out there.
Did you talk to Rocas about it?
No.
See, it's nothing.
It's just a tweak.
I'm probably the oldest prospect on the planet.
Anything more than a tweak, and I'm done.
So it's gotta be just a tweak.
We'll monitor it.
Oh! I'm sorry.
(Sighing)
(Both chuckling)
You're a talent on the ball, and a leader.
Thank you, sir.
So, how am I gonna tell my 2nd string guys
they have to pay the price for stupid mistakes,
if I treat you differently?
Look, I know I need this team to win.
But I also need space to score goals,
which helps everybody, no?
That's what got me here, right?
The stuff I do out there, nobody else can.
With all your tricks and dribbling,
this team finished bottom-half last year.
It's simply this:
Either you play the system, or you sit.
Your decision.
(Team shouting, indistinct)
So, how do you like Montreal?
It is very good.
You made some unusual demands.
I need my brother with me.
He's like my lucky charm, yeah?
My African galáctico.
Ah, Coach!
You know Ms. Messina, and this is Mike Shields,
the coach of our first team.
I just met Coach Shields. Everyone is very agreeable.
Glad to hear it.
Where do you like to play, Junior?
My best playing is right in front of defence.
If the sea is deep, then the fish can breathe.
(All chuckling)
Here's Davey!
(Crowd cheering and applauding)
No, no, no. Come back, come back.
Welcome.
Thank you for having me.
Our pleasure.
So happy to have you! Welcome!
Straight down the line. Let's go!
Nice, nice, nice!
Tran's up, Tran's up!
You'll play LA this Saturday how you've trained all winter.
Attack!
You lose the ball, we pressure.
Nice, nice!
(Team cheering)
(Walkie-talkie beeping)
I said one up top.
Two strikers leaves us light in the midfield.
Why is she screwing with my plan 24 hours before game-time?
Yes, Coach.
Rocas wants one up top.
I was just trying to encourage some flexibility.
You know, loosen the guys up.
Not now. Change it back, fast.
Hey.
Is there a problem with my girl?
No, not at all.
Good.
We gotta practice in the big house
and all those suits up there with Rocas?
Why today?
(Whistle blowing)
Bring it in!
(Player): Oh my God!
What? No applause, you dickheads?
(Player wolf-whistling)
OK, that's enough.
Now you're acting like a bunch of ass-lickers!
(Team laughing)
Now, I know this is a big year for you lot.
But despite all the pressure, enjoy yourselves.
That's when I played my best, and I'm not dead yet.
So while I'm still breathing,
I'm very serious about imparting what I know.
I'm also here to learn from you guys.
So, why not show me something now?
Come on! Mano-a-mano. Who's hard enough?
You, pretty boy!
(Team): Ooh!
(Laughing)
(Player): Aye yai yai!
Sit down, wee man.
You, ya big lanky clown.
(Stefan): Make it count, man. You got a few watching.
(Grunting)
(Team hooting, laughing)
Little prick!
(Grunting)
(Team): Hey, hey, hey!
Next time's worse, you flash fucking tosser!
(Team shouting, indistinct)
Let it go!
(Team shouting in distance)
(Sighing)
Look, I'm sorry, Michel.
I just... I can't face any positive thinking right now.
Get up.
First-team coach wants a word.
(Sighing)
So, maybe Davey Gunn isn't in top shape.
But what you did to him today
showed the fire that we're looking for.
Ana Messina agrees.
I know Rocas is preaching systems to you guys right now,
and that's good.
But you've got goals in your DNA,
a sizzle that people will pay to see.
You keep showing that hunger in games,
and I'm calling you up,
maybe even for the West Coast in 10 days.
We're all talking about you again.
You need to seize this opportunity.
I will!
Thank you, sir.
Good man.
See you at the dinner tonight?
- Yeah, I'll be there. - Good!
(Team cheering and applauding)
On behalf of every level of this organization,
from our Under-21s to our pro first team and management,
I welcome you to the Thunder family.
(Team cheering and applauding)
Wear those colours with pride.
Tomorrow night is our first game.
Tomorrow, I discover if I've hired the wrong people.
I've taken risks this year.
Do not mistake these risks for kindness.
My goal for this club is greatness.
God bless you all.
Montreal!
(All): Thunder!
(Glasses clinking)
What do I do with an angry Gunn?
You make it right.
If you're here to apologize, you can piss off!
Now, me and you are going next door for a drink.
OK.
As if you had a choice, mate.
Come on.
The day before a game, you're gonna pull this?
If you wanna go pro, you have to overcome adversity.
Cheers!
OK, power hour.
This won't be pretty.
One drink every minute for 60 minutes.
Starting now!
Ah!
Whoo!
Emma, that is a beautiful dress.
How did you get her, big man?
Is it down there? Is that what it is?
'Cause it's definitely not up there!
Stop! You're so funny!
I'm out.
That's OK. You're a future healer.
Responsibilities.
Nolan and I are footballers. All we have is our honour.
This is crazy. You don't have to.
Party's not over until we say it is, little man!
What do you want next?
Um, this one. The Georgia Mud.
(Talking indistinctly)
OK, uh, I want the Georgia Mud Fudge.
This one, the Georgia...
You're like a dog with 2 dicks in here, aren't you?
I can't go out like this back home, so...
What, you mean you can't get drunk and womanize
without it all going viral?
Excellent diagnosis!
The worst I get here
is people thinking I'm that twat from Game of Thrones,
which isn't even a bad thing, 'cause birds love that twat.
(Women): Cheers!
(Women whooping in distance)
Washroom.
(Chuckling): Stop!
Hey, ladies!
The star of Game of Thrones is in town
shooting a huge movie,
and he'd love for you to join him.
(Snickering)
Damn, dude!
I hope you're not this much of a wimp on the field.
You know, guys at the academy spend years
waiting for the spot that you just kind of slid into.
And then you get what I hear is some crazy cash stipend
and rent this place over in St-Michel?
You too good to live with us?
Dude, shut up! We're celebrating right now.
What you doing?
(Chuckling)
(Women chuckling)
That was a good plan. I was about to roofie his ass!
Yeah. We should get out of here before he remembers us.
Yep!
What the fuck, man?
Noley!
Noley, Come here, you wee Irish mongrel!
Ho ho ho! Oh my God!
What's up, homie?
So, how long you been free?
A month.
Still feels strange.
Did you see my old man?
Yeah. Up at the river.
Then my last six, they moved me to Cowansville,
so I didn't see him no more.
Yeah. How's he doing?
You know him, man. He don't talk much.
Yeah.
Hey, so Noley here tells me you're becoming a doctor?
Ho ho! Is that right?
Sure, in about 10 years.
(Chuckling)
Yeah, well, I'm proud of her.
I'm glad to finally meet Special K.
High-school bad boy, second only after this one, right?
That's right.
You did it right, getting the hell out of the Point.
Well, you boys should come to a game sometime.
Maybe.
(Chuckling)
- We should head out. - Yeah.
Um, don't forget us when you make it, right?
Yeah, and don't forget me if I don't.
Good.
Peace, man.
Stay out of trouble.
Later!
(♪ Rap on car stereo )
Yo, yo, Em! Yo, hold up!
Yo, man, we're gonna hit up Bar 9.
Now that all the boys know you're back, they wanna see you.
Come on, man.
Who knows when we're gonna hang again, right?
First game tomorrow.
I know how I sound, but it's true.
Em, we know this boy's got a curfew now.
We'll be good.
Look, it's a night game tomorrow, baby.
I'll be back in a flash, I promise.
OK. Give me a text when you're home safe, OK?
Yep.
- Promise? - Yeah.
Noley...
(Laughing)
Noley! That side. Go! Go! Go!
(Passengers laughing and whooping)
(Tires screeching)
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Wait!
Grégoire, attends! Grégoire! Grégoire!
Hey, hey, hey!
(Panting)
Why did you run?
N-no papers.
Oh, oh...
F-forgive me.
I... I thought you were someone else.
I'm sorry.
Whoo!
Let's go.
This don't look like Bar 9.
Haitian patnai owes me, man.
Go do what you gotta do.
(Scoffing)
What? You too good for us now?
Whatever, man.
(Whispering): Fuck!
Yo...
Back!
Gorilla Nuts is back!
Cross that canal, and you bitches belong to us!
Point soldiers never die.
(Both): We terrify!
(Man): The fuck you doing here, man?
What the fuck you mean? You got my juice?
You gonna pay, rude boy!
No, I paid enough money already.
You're gonna pay me!
Yo, I ain't paying for your potato army!
(Men shouting, indistinct)
Let's get out of here! Go, go, go!
Go! Come on! Come on!
Drive, drive, drive!
(Men shouting, indistinct)
Are you out of your goddamn mind?
This is crazy! What the hell did you do?
(Siren wailing in distance)
Everyone a different way. Now!
(Siren approaching)
Freeze!
(Grunting)
(Panting)
(Siren wailing)
(Panting)
Hey.
Thanks for coming home early.
Yeah.
Hey.
Special and those Point guys are cool,
but you're not like them.
(Chuckling)
If it weren't for this...
Look, I think I lost my chain up at the bar.
I'll come help you look.
No, no, no. It's OK, I got it.
OK.
Get some sleep.
(Breathing heavily)
(Engine starting)
No! Mom! Don't!
No! No!
Ah! Stupid!
Stop it!
(Both grunting)
Calm the hell down!
(Breathing heavily)
(Wheels screeching)
(Dog barking in distance)
(Man whooping in distance)
(Men speaking, indistinct)
(Man on police radio, indistinct)
♪ ♪
Anyone from Point Saint- Charles in the house, huh?
(Team cheering and applauding)
Or perhaps a beast from Chibougamau?
Chibougamau!
(Team cheering)
Is anyone here from that soccer hothouse
known as the Ivory Coast?
(Team cheering and applauding)
Is anyone here from LA?
No!
(Team booing)
Come on!
(Team booing loudly)
Because I HATE LA!
(Players): Yeah! Yeah!
Who do I hate?
(All): LA!
Who do I hate?
(Team): LA!
Well, then I think it's about time that LA gets fucked up!
(All cheering)
(Announcer): On paper, this is champs versus chumps.
Montreal finished way down last year.
Can Coach Rocas deliver?
(Talking indistinctly)
Good luck, Coach.
Let's go, Let's go, let's go
(Whistle blowing)
(Announcer): A sharp start for Montreal.
They give up possession
and snatch it back with real confidence.
(Crowd cheering)
Montreal is keeping their shape,
they're retaining possession
and asking some real questions of that LA defence.
(Players shouting, indistinct)
Nolan tries to get turned and make space.
He's easily dispossessed once again.
Settle, man! Focus!
(Whistle blowing)
- You OK? - Free kick.
An immediate chance for redemption for Nolan.
He's always dangerous from here.
_
(Crowd cheering)
(Whistle blowing)
_
Gallard is the glaring exception so far today
in an organized Montreal squad
that's putting a real scare into last year's champions.
The fullback can't turn right.
Quick pass to Tran, catch that boy on his wrong foot.
Good, good, good.
Big guy doesn't wanna hear it from me, though. You pass it on.
Hey, Coach...
Come here, come here.
(Rocas whispering, indistinct)
Here's Tran cutting inside, and that's...
Go, go, go!
...some blazing speed from the youngster.
Goal!
Yes!
A rookie scores,
and a real shock is on the cards here.
Last year's basement-dwellers are up one-nil.
(Vuvuzela blaring)
Tran! You got it, man!
(Whistle blowing)
I need to see more, and you know that.
Yeah.
There are things you do on the field that no one else can.
Next half, show me that!
Show me something!
(Sighing)
♪ [ominous]
(Announcer): We're underway again,
and you can bet LA got the hairdryer treatment at halftime.
They'll be well-motivated to change things here.
Gallard in midfield tries to be clever, loses it again.
Christ, no!
And here comes LA.
Can they punish that mistake?
And they can!
Los Angeles equalize,
and it's anybody's game right now.
(Rocas): Michel!
Nolan's out, Junior's in.
Junior!
You're up.
This is interesting.
Montreal bringing in their new Ivorian recruit, Junior Lolo,
in a last-minute move to try and win this game.
A risky substitution by Rocas,
and it comes at the expense of Montreal striker Nolan Gallard.
Do we have a player or don't we?
(Whistle blowing)
Work that African hard!
Junior is straight into it
and hurdles that vicious, 2-footed tackle.
The referee decides to let it go.
LA attacks one last time,
and surely these are the final moments now.
El Haddadi fires the ball to Junior.
Terrific skill to make some space.
He has a look, strikes it from infield.
The keeper's off his line,
and it's theirs!
(All cheering)
An audacious strike,
a remarkable goal from 45 yards,
and that is that!
The whistle goes, and Montreal beats LA.
(♪ All singing Olé Olé Olé ♪)
(Alex): Who scored?
(Team): Tran scored!
- Who scored? - Junior scored!
- Montreal! - Thunder!
(All cheering and whooping)
Congratulations, Coach!
The next time you have a suggestion,
tell me yourself.
Hey.
Hi.
You still made me proud, baby.
You have to have a short memory in this business.
It's the only way to survive.
I ain't paying your potato army!
Seanie got more than he bargained for, even Nols.
We get rid of it?
No.
Keep it.
Jesus, Noley!
We had a time, man!
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.