All language subtitles for Boon s01e11 Billy The Kid.eng

Hello.

You know what?

Thank you.

Well, we've got a good turnout.

Let's hope that by the time they get
round to taking some pictures, they're

too scared to poke at their cameras, you
know what I mean?

Doreen, Doreen, can you fix Johnny a
drink, please? Yes, we can.

I'm sorry, not yet.

Oh, no bloody sign.

Is it Ken you're looking for? No, it's a
kid.

Oh, no, he's not gone walkabout already.
Oh, don't even think it, mate.

I mean, I'm going to have to take a look
at me tomorrow just to see him. I mean,

if he's doing a runner -up, then his
manager's not going to be too keen on

forking out for the publicity costs.

Oh, cover for him.

Oh, charity.

Which ruins any chance of making any
money, doesn't it?

Leaves me looking a real burk.

Here, catch.

Anything for me, mate?

Nothing worth bothering about, I'm
afraid.

Oh, terrific.

I think that ad's outlived its life, you
know.

It's just very swish, isn't it?

Wonder Boy turned up yet?

Not yet.

Joy is to come.

OK, ladies and gentlemen, thanks very
much. Look, you've... Well, you've

the video, eh? You've seen the magic.

And soon...

You're going to meet the conjurer
himself.

Billy the Kid Booken, one of the finest
players ever to come out of Scotland, I

think you'll agree with me. But we're
not quite ready to go yet, so just grab

yourselves a drink and something to eat,
and we'll be off in a few minutes.

Thanks a lot.

Hello,

love. You're in trouble.

No, no, no, nothing I can't help.

What's all this then? Help ourselves to
it. Feel free, hurry.

Must be losing his touch, eh?

Cleaned up with this lot.

Which one is Buchan's manager?

By imagination, or can I smell smoking?

Hi, John. Great to see you, mate.

Ken, you're looking, well, as ugly as
ever.

How are you, mate? Oh, I feel better.

This is Doreen. John, he's our old boss.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

How's the ranch?

Well, John, at this very moment, there
are hundreds of little seedlings pushing

their heads into the open day. The Ken
Boone range of flora and fauna.

I'm doing really well, I tell you. If I
get through the winter, I'll be

laughing. Well, I'm glad to hear it,
mate.

And how's the hut?

The hut is a deluxe porter cabin.

Ken, can I have a word?

Sure. Excuse me, John.

Enjoying ourselves, are we?

Are you talking to me, Paul?

I think so.

Listen, on your bike, son.

Get off mine.

Oh, come on. I was only looking at it.
It's a wee smash.

Doesn't mean you have to play at being
Barry Sheen, does it?

Uh -huh.

Off.

Billy, at last.

What? You mean... All the L .A. you've
been playing at, eh? I got off the

Birmingham Press waiting in there. Yeah,
yeah. It's nice to see you too, Peter.

Oh, all right. Well, come on in.

Oh, uh, Mr. Harry Crawford, that is on
the...

Organising committee for the match
tomorrow.

Billy Booker, a great pleasure.

How do you do, Mr Crawford? Oh, Harry,
Harry.

So you've met Ken, then? He'll be
looking after you while you're in town.

Oh, yes, is he?

Well, you're always just chugging, Ken.
But he's just had a bad morning.

Vroom, vroom.

Billy, you shut up and get in here, now.

What the hell's going on?

I was right to know.

I mean, look at it.

He's hardly made an effort, has he? No,
no.

He's only flown off around the world for
it.

Another question, please.

Is there any truth, Billy, in the rumour
that you're having secret talks with

Birmingham City?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

And why not?

Surely you haven't flown all the way
from Hong Kong just for a charity

match?

Well, yes, he has.

Because Billy Buchan has played in
charity football matches all over the

And this course, this course is very
dear to his heart.

Now, I think it's time we moved on, eh?

So, Billy, how about some photographs?

Oh, yes, right. I tell you what, I know
just the picture for you lot. Why don't

you all come outside with me for a
minute?

Let's do what the man says, then, shall
we? Let's get out of here.

Thanks very much.

Just keep moving.

What a character that is.

OK?

All right?

All right, one more. Sit in bed. All
right?

Right, that's it.

Thank you.

Cheers. Thanks, lads.

Oh, and thank you too, Ken.

What's the wee boy's name, Harry?

Harry? He's totally enough. There you
go.

I didn't know you had a nephew, Harry.

Oh, why should you?

Right, well, I'd better have a wash and
a shave. You don't have a lawnmower

behind you, do you?

You bully anything.

Harry!

Could you see Billy up to his room,
please?

Sure.

That's OK, Mr Buck.

Right then.

Business.

Mr Grant, this is our Mr Boo.

You're going to be our minder then, eh?

Yeah, something like that.

Ah.

Cheers, Paul. Just sling a day in the
bed, will you?

Thanks, Mr. Buchan.

Cheers.

No, no. Can I have a note saying lame,
please, love?

So these people you want me to pick up
are Arabs, eh?

Well, I want it.

The other one's Wally Patterson.

What, you mean the football manager?

He's in charge of their national team at
the moment.

Well, that's what this is all about.

Now, you see, he wants Billy.

Captain on the field.

Track suit, coach off it.

Only problem is, Billy hasn't played for
a year. Well, not competitively,

anyway. And he wants to know if Billy
can still do the business, eh? On and

the field.

And that's where you come in.

Since I've been looking after him,
Billy's a changed man, though I say it

meself.

Sensible, and he's responsible.

But you don't need me to tell you that,
well, in the past, our Billy has hardly

led the life of a Trappist monk.

In fact, his devotion to alcoholic
beverage has been very well chronicled.

And in the gulf, Mr Boone, they don't
look upon such behaviour with as much

amusement and acceptance as we do.

Yeah, if you say so.

Yes, I do say so, Mr Boone. I do say so.

See, what we're talking about here is
money.

Big, big money, both for Billy and for
me.

And if they get any idea that he's still
living the life of Riley, all deal goes

down the drain.

And your pulse match goes with it, do
you know what I mean?

No, not really.

Well, let me, um... Let me put it in the
sort of simple terms you might

understand, Mr Boone.

You see, if I hadn't have been looking
for a neat little showpiece for Wally

Patterson and their government
representative, your Mr Crawford's

have gone the way of so many others.

Straight in the waste paper bin. All
right. You want me to keep an eye on

I'll keep an eye on him.

Good.

Am I glad to see the back of that lot.

Guzzle is out of out and home. I don't
know what Harry thinks he's playing at.

Question of exposure, love.

Anyway, we haven't had the after -match
celebrations yet.

Oh, don't remind me.

I've made Mr Superstar upstairs about to
eat. He looks peaky to me.

That was very kind of you.

Oh, well, I'll give him a ring. Oh, I'd
expect a riveting to floor like all the

others.

Honey, you haven't seen Mr. Buckingham,
have you?

If he has, he certainly hasn't passed
me.

Oh, thanks anyway.

So, how's our boy then, Mr. Grant?

In good shape for tomorrow?

He's in great shape, Mr. Patterson.

Hey, you wait till you see him.

You cannot imagine, Mr. Grant, how much
I look forward to meeting him.

Isn't that right, Wally?

Absolutely.

Sorry to disturb you.

I did phone, but there was no answer. We
thought you might like to come and eat.

No, it's no bother.

I must have dropped off.

Oh, don't bother with the food.

I must have dropped off.

Well, I'm sorry to have woken you up.

Don't you think you'd better be getting
cleaned up?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, I'd better.

Like him, you, do you?

No, really.

I'll turn it off then.

Oh.

Well, I'll see you later then, eh?

Yeah, that'd be great. Right.

Oh.

Vodka? How much? Well, the bottle was
empty.

Oh, no.

I don't believe this. And what with that
and the flight, Harry, I mean, you can

hardly even think.

You know, Kraut was mad not to have
brought him back here earlier.

We won't have a Kraut tomorrow. We'll
have a lynching party.

And if the Arabs show up, stall them.

Harry!

What Arabs?

Billy!

Billy!

Didn't we ever tell you you have a very
disapproving back?

Just look at you at your age. It's
pathetic.

You remind me of my mother.

She was always saying things like that.

Wonder what she'd say about you now.

Getting into the date at four o 'clock
in the afternoon.

Not a lot I would have thought. She's
been dead for ten years.

Died of a broken heart, did she? Or the
way she could see you turning out?

As a matter of fact, it was the drink
that got her, I know.

You're incorrigible.

Now drink that up. Yes, Mum.

Do you realise what that's going to do
to my stomach lining?

What stomach lining?

Oh, they're here. Great.

Show them in.

Show my Arab guests in.

Tell you what, do you know which way's
Mecca?

Now, will you?

Sit down.

Oh. And drink that up.

All right, Mum.

Yeah?

No, no, no, not that one. No.

Mr. Abraham's going on to the Sheraton.

Well, a quick word with Billy and then
you can take him on there.

Gentlemen, this way, please. Thank you.

You've gone out?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Well, it was feeling a bit restless, you
know, cooped up in here, especially

after the long flight. So he's gone down
to the ground for a bit of a kickabout

with the lads. I see.

Keen as mustard, eh, Mr. Abraham?

Well, I'm sure he won't be long,
gentlemen.

But in the meantime, I could offer you a
bit of refreshment.

You would be most welcome, Mr Crawford.

Slushy, slushy. If you don't mind, I'll
just bung my stuff in my room first.

Yes, of course.

Ken, number nine, do you mind?

Okay. Gentlemen, this way, please.

Harry, some tea, please, for Mr Ebro and
Mr Grant. Right. Here you are, sir.

Oh, by the way, Mr Grant, I forgot.

There's a message for you at reception.

Oh, yes?

Would you excuse me, just for one
moment?

Sure. Thank you.

Yes, sir.

This one, mate.

There you go.

Hang on a minute.

Oh, no, no, that's all right. No, come
on.

Billy's staying here, isn't he?

Yeah, that's right.

Just along the landing somewhere?

Well, I don't know. Do you want me to
find out for you? No sweat.

Should be easy enough to find, I expect.
Just stick your head round the door and

follow the noise. The nearest party,
right?

Well, I wouldn't know. He's only been
here half a day.

Oh, that's long enough for our Billy.

But he's been behaving himself, has he?

Like I said, I wouldn't know.

I'm just the chauffeur here.

Of course.

Sorry, no change, I'm afraid. I'll catch
you later.

Yeah, I'm sure I can survive till then.

I told you.

No more booze. Now, that's what we
agreed.

No more booze. Oh, come on, Peter. I was
tired. I took a couple of wee drinks.

A couple of dozen more, like. I thought
you were on my side, eh?

Why? Hey, what's going on? Oh, hello
there. Come on in. Join the party, kids.

Get in the bike.

You didn't waste any bloody time, did
you?

Oh, no.

Don't hang about. You know what they
call me? The Scottish cop.

It's not a laughing matter anymore, pal,
and you'd just better remember it.

We're going to have to get him out of
here, aren't we? At least for a couple

hours. Oh, yeah, sure, but where?

It's not up to me, friend.

It's what I'm paying this mate of yours
for. Now, sort it out. Hurry, hurry,

hurry. All right, all right, all right.
Come on.

Reformed character, eh? Look at it.

There is a place, but I'm not too keen
on the idea.

Ponderosa? Just get him out of here.

Back off.

Back off.

Well, well.

It really is the Ponderosa.

Yeah.

Come on.

Speak.

So you were a fireman, eh?

Yep, that's right.

Well, well.

Oh, cheers.

So where's the brandy, then, eh?

It's a joke.

You sure?

Oh, more or less.

Nothing like the wind in your face to
bring you round quick.

I was surprised you could hang on.

Well, how come you give up?

Well, as a matter of fact, it gave me
up.

Oh, aye?

So you're in the market garden racket?

That's right.

Pay well, does it?

I'll get by.

Well, from little Acorn's carrier.

That's what I say to meself.

She's a wee smack of the way.

What, lightning?

You think so? Oh, yeah.

Tell you what, how about me riding her
back into town, eh?

Well, let's see how you are on a chair
first.

No problem, Kenny.

Once a biker, always a biker.

Ah, come on, you look like a scarecrow.

Sink, soak, razor, towel.

It wasn't, I'm telling you.

Give over.

I've seen his picture.

Go on then, prove it. How?

Ask him for his autograph.

Are you crazy?

That other bloke will kill us.

You're just windy.

Go on, Seb, ask him.

Don't, Seb. If he finds out it was us,
how will he know it's us?

OK, I'll go.

There we are, Kenny.

All fresh and beautiful again.

I don't know why Grant bothers with you.

Eh? What do you mean by that?

Well, it's obviously a hopeless case.

At least he's tried to straighten you
up. Oh, come on.

The only thing that Grant's ever
straightened out are the creases in his

bank notes.

Yeah, well, I don't love him that much
myself.

But talk about bite the end that feeds
you.

Listen.

Grant and I have an understanding.

I'm a piece of meat in football boots,
and he gets 25 % of whatever I bring in.

25 %? That's a bit high, isn't it? Oh,
Mount Everest doesn't mean it, Paul.

How do you get involved with it?

Ah, well, it begins one night in a
London nightclub and ends the next

with me with a bad hangover and a new
personal manager.

One goes away and the other doesn't.

You really land yourself in it, don't
you?

Yeah.

Somehow, you start to be all right when
your old deal comes off, don't you?

Would it have done all right for you?
Oh, yeah.

Me running around like a mad dog in a
desert to the tune of Wally Patterson's

whistle.

Terrific.

Any sign yet? Not yet, Mr Patterson.

He should be here at any moment, Mr
Patterson. Good.

We can hardly wait.

Find out what the bloody old Ken's up
to, will you? He's supposed to felber

up, not plant him.

Well, what's happened in here?

Oh, the water pump's been going full
blast for hours.

What can we do?

There's nothing.

Nothing. Everything's bloody drowned.

This is a whole of my winter crop, this
is. Look at the plants.

Bloody hell.

Someone wants a word with you, pal.

Get off, will ya?

It's you that's been in there, isn't it?

Hey! Get off me.

Isn't it?

We didn't touch anything.

You didn't touch anything.

You've just ruined my entire winter
stock.

You've busted my pump.

And you've flooded my greenhouse.

And you never touched anything.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry, son.

I could break you into pieces, I tell
you.

I said I'm sorry, mister.

Steady on, kid. We did it too, mister.
We're sorry.

Oh, come on, you lot. Clear off.

You're Billy. No, I'm not.

Now do as the man says before I start
playing football with your heads.

Go on.

You hang about around here anymore, I'll
call the police.

Not that way.

Use the gate.

Um, can I help you?

Oh, uh, is Billy in, please?

Billy? Billy Booken?

Not at the present, no.

Oh.

Oh, well, it doesn't matter.

I'll just stay away a bit.

Good afternoon.

She was asking for Billy.

Oh, no, well.

That's about trouble.

Oh, here it comes.

Billy!

Gloria!

My wee darling, how are you?

Who is that?

Trouble.

Oh, Billy.

Oh, this is a nice surprise.

Well, well, well, if it isn't our Billy.

Well, Wally Patterson, how are you,
then? Well, thank you. I see what you

by being in good shape, Mr. Grant. He is
in terrific shape, aren't you, Billy?

Billy, can I introduce Mr. Abraham?

Now, he's from the National Board. Mr.
Buchan, I've been an admirer of yours

a long time now. Oh, thanks. Well, not
too long, Mr. Abraham. And if you'd like

to introduce the little lady.

Yeah.

My wife, Gloria.

Mr. Abraham.

and you know all about wally patterson
don't you dare yeah please meet you mr

patterson that's right yeah best girls
in britain we met after a cup match

against everton didn't we we certainly
did the game which you won one nil but

lost disappointingly on the return if i
remember correctly i hope you haven't

been watching all my matches right billy
uh mr grant uh when and where can we

talk Well, no time like the... Why don't
I take Mrs. Buchan upstairs for us? Get

her settled in. Is that all right with
you, Harry?

Yes, of course.

And then perhaps dinner later,
gentlemen?

Fine. Dinner tonight, then? And if you'd
like to join us, Mrs.

Buchan? I'd love to, Mr. Patterson.

Harry, could you get me back from the
car, love?

Yes, of course, Gloria. Kent?

Oh, yes, of course, Harry.

So how did you know I was here anyway?

Does it matter?

I'm here, aren't I? Well, no, it doesn't
even matter, but I'm a married man.

Never? Yeah, 12 kids.

No. Well, it's quite an exaggeration.
I've no kids.

Look, I didn't know. I think I'd better
go here. Oh, hold on. I can hardly throw

you out now. Besides, you might even get
a ticket to come out east with me.

No, thank you.

But how did you track me down?

Well... Oh, hello there, Ken.

Ken, Gloria.

Ken's my babysitter. Oh, lucky Ken.

So, Gloria's your wife, you see?

Well, uh, one of them.

Are you mad, eh?

Are you?

Now, you start raving mad!

Now, what the hell's your going to say,
a thing like that, Paul? What was I

supposed to say? I mean, we're Gloria
here, climbing all over me. Time to time

for quick thinking, is what I thought.

Nobody's particularly bothered what you
thought, love.

Gloria, darling, meet my manager, Peter
Grant.

No, thanks, Billy.

And what's he doing here? We don't need
him now. You, out. Uh, hold on, hold on.

You wanted me to have a babysitter, so
now I've got one. Stick around, Ken.

I'm just having a wee word with my
personal manager. All right, all right,

stays.

But I would be grateful if he could
start doing what he's being paid for.

Up to now, pal, your success rate is
less than zero. Oh, big black mark for

Kenny. Tut, tut, tut.

Billy, I am a bit tired of your messing
about. It's not funny anymore.

Look, I'm trying to convince these
people that you can conduct yourself

responsibly.

At the moment, I wouldn't trust you to
pick up the balls at the end of a

training session.

Patterson's been out of the country for
years.

Even the thing's probably never been in
it.

Off the field, they know nothing, and
they need to know nothing about me.

Let's just get through this weekend, OK?

I hope you're right, Billy.

Because I'm telling you, if you screw
this up for me...

I'll make sure you never play for
another British club.

Aye.

Aye.

See you at dinner.

Lovely man.

Funny thing, marriage, Mr Grant.

Yes.

Isn't it?

back in, yeah?

Yeah?

All right?

Yeah.

One son of an Arab sheik, safely tucked
up in bed, smashing.

Well, it looks as though we shall have
that reprobate playing for us tomorrow,

after all.

I can't see what else can go wrong.

Can't you?

Rest of them all right?

Yep. Billy with Mrs.

Billy.

And Wally Patterson. He was in the
office to make a couple of long

calls.

Everything all right, Mr. Patterson?
Very satisfactory, thank you.

Good night, Mr. Crawford.

Mr. Boone. Good night.

You lot, what do you want?

Come to rent my cabin this time of year?

No, mister.

We brought you this.

What's this?

What, you're going to buy me out, are
you?

We had a whip around, see? It's for the
plant.

See?

Wouldn't even pay for a plant pot.

Oh, all right.

It's a thought that counts.

Here you have it.

We can't take it back.

It's for the plant.

All right.

For the plants.

Now, come on, you lot. I've got things
to do.

Mr?

Yeah? That bloke who was here with you
yesterday, it was Billy the Kid, wasn't

it?

Maybe. Will you be seeing him again?

I might do. Why?

Just that, if you were, we were
wondering if there was something you

for us.

Morning.

Hello, love.

Hello, Mr Brim. The others are already
in the dining room. Thank you. Thank

Mr Brim.

You know, he's all right, isn't he?

Yeah.

I'd turn off light driving now, Jack.

Oh, Ken, not you as well.

What?

Oh, no, it's not for me.

Oh, no, of course not. I mean, it's for
little Kenny, isn't it?

Oh, morning, Billy.

Morning, Billy.

Billy, do you think you could, um... Oh,
sure, no problem.

It's not for you, though, is it? No, not
for me.

Didn't you think so?

It's for the... Well, give my regards to
little Kenny, is it?

Cheers.

I hope so.

I'm looking for Billy Buchan.

Oh, right.

Well, I'm not quite sure where he is at
the moment.

Who should I say?

Mrs. Buchan.

Miss?

I don't... Don't worry about it.

I do.

And how's she found out?

I suppose we'll have to leave the ground
at about 1 .30.

At least that's what I plan. 50 k's a
day. Hey,

what is this?

What are you doing here?

Not half as well as you are from the
look of this one. Billy, who is this?

up. Rona, I don't want you getting the
wrong idea.

The wrong idea?

You've got a bloody cheek. Every bit's
the same. Hey, now, listen, you. Please.

Gloria, gentlemen, this is my wife.

I beg your pardon, Billy.

Mrs. Book and Billy's right. This isn't
what you think it is. Of course it

bloody is. Just get out of here, you
little tart.

Sorry, love.

Billy, do you think you could tell us
what's going on?

Billy, what is this? What are these
stupid games? I was just trying to...

on Billy.

Shut it, will you? Trying to what, Mr.
Buck? And I think you'd better explain

yourself. I was just trying to... Yes,
and I think you'd better also explain

a training session at the ground comes
to involve you being carted away from

hotel on the back of a bike, drunk out
of your skull.

What is this? It's no more than I've
been saying all along that your

is nothing but a washed -out alcoholic
playboy.

Mr. Grant.

Mr. Ibrahim, Mr. Passerton, I... Well, I
owe you an apology. I appear to have

wasted your time.

But I've also wasted a great deal of me
own.

Well, Buchan, you can consider our
professional relationship terminated.

Oh, don't worry.

I shan't sue you for breach of contract.

Because you won't have, and you never
will have, enough money to make it worth

my while.

Well, that's one bit of good news.

Harry! It's my ability in the field
that's for sale here!

For my bloody life.

I don't need you that bad.

You can stick your contracts, Mr.
Ibrahim.

Well, that makes tonight.

Well,

I don't think there's any point in us
remaining here.

Would you like me to give you a lift
back to your hotel, Mr. Ibrahim?

Please. Is it a point in our remaining
here any longer?

Mr. Patterson, as soon as you've checked
out, would you please phone me?

Mr. Grant.

Same old Billy.

Same old Billy.

I don't suppose you've got any idea
where he might have gone.

That's right.

Oh, look, come on, it's not as bad as it
looks. So everybody keeps telling me.

But that wasn't what I heard.

That wasn't what I saw.

What do you mean, what you heard?

I got a phone call, didn't I?

Last night.

Why else do you think I'm here?

You mean you came all the way down from
Glasgow on the strength of a malicious

phone call?

Malicious, maybe.

But this one was right on the button.

Right down to the blonde.

Oh, come on. Come on, give him a chance,
Mrs Buchan.

A chance?

You don't know a thing about it.

I have given Billy every chance, time
after time.

And I really believed he had changed,
that he was through with all this sort

thing.

Oh, no, no, my Billy.

What time was this phone call?

About 11.

Why?

I want to work with you.

Oh, yeah? Why do you screw him up,
Patterson?

Screw who up? You know exactly what I
mean.

You've probably ruined the best chance
he'll ever have of finishing his career,

and you've probably wrecked his
marriage.

Dare be simple, Mr Boone.

Our Billy doesn't need help even when he
wanted to trip himself up. Oh, yeah? So

why the little phone call to his
message?

Hey, she comes tearing down here five o
'clock in the morning from Glasgow.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Now I'll have to excuse me. You know

what I'm talking about.

Why did you call her? Are you that
scared of him? Now, steady on, Ken. In

minutes out there, he would have
disappeared on a bottle and be tucked

his arse.

Let's not get emotional about this,
laddie. I'll give you emotion or you're

bloody poisoned. Leave it, Ken! Leave
it! Leave it!

All right, all right, all right. I know.

Paying guests.

I've got your head case, mate. No, I'm
not paying guests, Kent. Scum.

Now, you'd better get out, Mr Patterson,
before I finish what my friend has

started.

Shall we settle up first, Mr Crawford? I
don't want your money.

Get out.

Kent, leave it. Leave it. Leave it.

Going out the back. Get some fresh air.

What am I going to do?

You'll have to announce it.

Say he's injured himself in training or
something.

I'll be the laughing stock of the town.

Except at first there won't be much
laughing.

Harry, you moved my bike?

Of course not. Why? Because he's not
bloody there, that's why.

You what?

In broad daylight, I don't believe it.
Wait a minute.

And my helmet's gone.

Oh? It's that little Scot's kit.

It's a long shot, but can I borrow the
van, please?

Yes, sure, mate. Here.

Okay, ball to me, ball to me, eh?

Hey, I want to work with you.

Sorry, lad.

It's the story of your life, isn't it,
eh?

Get yourself in a mess and then run for
it. Listen, Paul, this is none of your

business. It certainly is my business
and it's my mate's business.

It's his head that's going to be on the
block when that crowd hears that Billy

the Bleeding Kid has done one of his
famous bunks. We trusted you. Don't

it, will you? You know what you are,
you're pathetic.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, listen.

Listen.

I've just lost my job.

Maybe it would have been a disaster, but
I could have done with the money.

I'm broke.

On top of that, I reckon I've lost my
wife.

So the sum of it is that a football
match for a bunch of family just doesn't

seem so important right now.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.
Yeah, well, that may well be, but you

landed us in this, haven't you?

I'm sorry.

You're a bloody fool, aren't you?

As soon as that curtain goes up, you
start performing right on cue, don't

What are you getting at?

Didn't you realise you were being set
up?

How come set up?

Your wife gets a phone call in the
middle of the night telling her about

blonde bit you were passing off as your
wife, and how did the blonde know you

were there?

Oh, who would want to do that?

Oh, come on, user head.

Someone who knew you were lying.

Couldn't wait to jump at the chance.

A chance for what? To stop the Arab
deal.

Who would want to stop the Arab... I
mean, why?

Oh, you're really fast today, aren't
you?

Someone in whose interest it wouldn't be
to have you out there.

A younger bloke, looking a bit tastier
in a tracksuit, new ideas, new style,

breathing down his neck.

Penny drops.

So what are you going to do?

What is expecting screw yourself up and
everybody else or are you gonna play

football?

a wonderful game between the Firemen and
the All -Stars.

Please come to the main gate.

Even one of what?

Oh, I do. It's going to be the first
recorded riot at a charity, isn't it?

I'm sorry about Billy.

God knows what'll happen to him now.

Come on, love. That lad'll land on his
feet, whichever way they throw him.

Yeah.

Swear he lands worries me.

And you want to see him again?

Oh, I want to.

But I don't know if I should.

I could.

It's happened so many times. Yeah?

Oh, what do you want now?

Love. I don't know if you're going to
believe me, but I just thought I'd like

explain a few things.

Explain what?

Well, why I was... why I'm here.

Well?

Well, someone telephoned me yesterday
and said he was a friend of Billy's. He

said that Billy was at the Grand and
that he wanted me... Well, look, I just

didn't know about... Who was it?

I don't know.

Well, someone has been busy, haven't
they?

What a shame.

Harry, have you seen Ken?

Not since the match was not... Hang on.
Here he is. Harry, bring some drinks

over, Billy. Come and join us. Oh, hi.

Billy, great game. Oh, Ken.

Hi, how are you?

How are you?

Oh,

Grant. Well,

I think Mr Grant wants to reinstate
himself.

Oh, he does, doesn't he?

It's your ability on the field that
matters, Billy, eh? Oh, I don't think

being Mr Grant.

Let's just say that curiosity overcame
caution. Very happily for me.

What a game, Billy.

What a player. Oh, you thought that? I
certainly did.

And let's also say that Mr. Boone
insisted that I should hear a few

things. Oh, good thought for you, Kenny.

And to cut a not very pleasant story
short, I need a new manager.

A manager?

We've already negotiated the main terms
of the contract.

All that's needed is for you to say yes.
For me to say yes, please, and thank

you very much, Mr Graham.

Will you, Billy?

Well? I take it that our professional
relationship is officially unterminated,

Mr Graham.

Bygones be bygones. That's what I say,
Billy.

Oh, you do, do you? And all I have to do
is say the same, eh?

Eh.

I've got a taxi outside.

Are you coming?

Aye. I think I will.

Hi, Billy. Are you mad?

Why don't you just go away?

I'm sorry, Mr. Abraham.

I'm away home.

Kenny.

Have you ever thought about taking up
personal management?

You'd wear me out, mate. Oh, come on.

I'm not a fond character. Yeah, so they
say.

Thanks for the wedding, Ken. Yeah, I'll
see you, mate.

A lone ranger rides again, eh?

Hi -ho, silver.

Smashing.

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