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Ilya Rozanov?

Shane Hollander. I--I wanted to introduce myself.

Oh, I'm--I'm not sure you're supposed to smoke here.

OK.

You're an awesome player to watch.

Yes.

Anyways, I--I should go. They're waiting for me.

But, um, good luck in the tournament.

You will not be so nice when we beat you.

That's not happening.

See you in final.

It may be cold in Saskatchewan,

but here at the International Prospect Cup,

fans are hoping for something hot on the ice,

a Canada-Russia final

showcasing the two most talked about prospects in the world:

Canada's Shane Hollander and Russia's Ilya Rozanov.

First, you've got Ottawa's own Shane Hollander.

From everything we've seen and heard,

he may not be the most sociable,

but this is the kid with the highest hockey IQ out there.

Incredibly smart, incredibly dedicated to the game

and incredibly fast.

And that shot!

Then you've got Russia's Ilya Rozanov.

Strong on the puck and a strong skater.

And from everything we've heard,

he really gets under other players' skins.

Good in his own room,

not exactly liked in his opponent's room.

- My kind of player. - Boston's kind of player too.

Rozanov! Is there something more important going on?

A heartbreaking loss for a young Canadian team

still searching for an identity

despite an incredible showing

from the teenage phenom Shane Hollander.

He just couldn't get past that elite Russian defense.

And more importantly,

Ilya Rozanov kept getting past theirs.

See you at the draft.

All right, boys, looking over here.

Flash me those numbers.

Ha! Number three's excited.

There's one. Where's number two?

There we go.

Can I get a smile please?

Yeah, that's better! All right.

I can't tell you how excited Montrealers are about this.

We don't care he came number two.

People are popping champagne all over Quebec.

Oh, and, uh, just to be clear,

uh, we are thrilled that Shane is Asian, or Asian-Canadian.

Very thrilled.

I mean, we've historically broken barriers,

and we're doing it again,

so nothing to worry about there.

Oh. You certainly have.

And, I mean, to be a part of

the most legendary franchise in hockey, right?

Oh, my!

It's, uh...

I'm still in shock, but, uh, I--I'm so excited.

And I know this came up in Shane's interview,

but I am the world's biggest Metros fan.

Really?

It's part of how I came to feel Canadian.

My dad would sit us down in the living room Saturday nights.

We're not passing on a kid this strong with those hands,

not in Boston, Mr. Rozanov.

He's a very natural number one pick.

Congratulations again, Ilya.

He is strong, but he needs discipline.

He can be, how you say, lazy.

I find that hard to believe, the way he plays!

I promise to work very hard for you.

I have no doubt you will, son.

You listen. Don't speak. You understand?

Yes.

Ah!

Whoo!

What a fucking day, huh?

Yeah, totally.

Mmm.

It's everything you dreamed of?

Almost.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Montreal is... It's nice, yes?

Yeah, it's awesome.

Boston is nice too?

I think so.

People like it there.

We will, uh... we will be seeing each other a lot.

Yeah, Boston and Montreal play against each other often.

More...

Hmm.

THE COLONEL

What the fuck is going on? Why is Dad calling me?

Baby brother, happy New Year for you, right?

Happy New Year, Alexei, but.

How's it going, handsome boy?

What is going on with Dad?

What the fuck are you talking about? Dad is fine.

He keeps calling me.

'Cause you lost a fucking hockey game, idiot.

What the fuck do you want from me, Alexei?

Let me think about it!

Can I have more money?

Please.

I have no more money, Alexei!

My bonus is done, man. You snorted most of it!

Wah-wah, you whiny faggot.

Go fuck yourself.

Go fuck yourself, bitch.

Hello, Father.

And so he answers!

I'm sorry, Father.

Apologize to Russia.

Losing to the Czechs. Disgusting.

We will beat Sweden, Father.

Beat Sweden?

You will have to! Otherwise, you will.

Not play for gold. I know, Father.

We are all trying.

I don't care about "we"!

You! You will not lose to him.

What a comeback for Canada!

A huge win for the hometown boys tonight,

who were determined to not lose to Russia on home ice

two years in a row.

Good game. Good game.

See you in October.

Good game. Good game.

That looks good. Camera, you're happy with that?

All right, that's perfect. Give us a second.

We'll be good to go, OK?

Just stay there. Hold, please. Thank you.

You look pretty.

You're wearing makeup too.

Yeah, but I don't look pretty.

Great. Can we do it again?

Can you guys try to hit those marks at the same time?

Just skate out and skate in with a lot of intensity, all right?

- OK. - Action!

Good. OK, let's do that one more time.

Great. OK, one more time.

Great. OK!

Guys, just hold there for a second.

We're gonna make a little tweak here with the camera.

I'll let you know when we're ready to go.

In 3, 2, 1, and go ahead.

OK. I get it, guys.

It's been a long day. I know. - Sorry.

Try with a lot of intensity, though.

OK? - OK.

OK. One more time, guys.

The more serious we can do, the quicker we go home. Go.

I'm sorry.

OK.

Oh, I can do it. I promise.

And three, two, one, go ahead.

OK.

OK, I think we have what we are gonna get here.

Thanks, guys!

When they tell you you do commercial with me

and not just alone?

I don't know, like, two days ago?

Why? When did they tell you?

No, they told me nothing. It was my idea.

Shane!

Shane, are you listening to me?

What? Yeah.

OK, so what did I just say?

Sneakers, I heard.

OK, you have to be seen in your Reeboks.

I know, Mom.

Because you cannot be in anything else.

Mom, I'm always wearing skates.

But in case you're not.

This is a lot of money, Shane.

You're the youngest hockey player

they've ever signed to a deal.

And remember what else this means.

I remember.

A whole lot of kids are gonna be looking up to you,

kids that don't see themselves here a lot.

I get it, Mom.

Fuck off.

Not here.

So, uh, look, we can forget that happened in there, OK?

Is what you want?

Yeah, for sure.

Oh, wow. You are a really bad liar.

What is your room number?

1410.

Well, if I come to 1410 tonight at 9:00...

I might open.

I might knock.

♪ She drink coffee, sea lion ♪

♪ She drink tea, sea lion ♪

♪ And rooster crows, sea lion ♪

♪ Sea lion woman ♪

♪ Dressed in white ♪

♪ Marry the man ♪

♪ And you'll spend a long, sweet life ♪

What are you doing, dude?

♪ Dressed in green ♪

♪ Silver lining and golden seams ♪

♪ Sea lion woman ♪

♪ Dressed in blue ♪

♪ Call on man and hope he knows what he can do ♪

No, stop it. Just stop it.

♪ Sea lion, sea lion, sea lion... ♪

Oh, hello there.

Oh, I'm trying to go down.

This is going up.

- Right. - So...

Yeah, OK.

Well, I'm... Ah!

Oh, ah!

♪ Sea lion woman, sea lion woman ♪

♪ Sea lion woman... ♪

I thought you might chicken out.

I'm not. I'm not a chicken.

But I think we should talk.

Do you want to sit?

Mmm, not really.

This is such a bad idea.

What is?

Fuck, Hollander.

Oh, stop, stop, stop.

Was that bad?

Ah, no, opposite.

Is too much, too good.

Is your first time with a man?

You?

No.

Really?

Really.

Who? Another player?

No, my coach's son back in Russia.

I like trouble.

Weren't you scared of getting caught?

No.

It was nothing serious,

and we had the same secret, so it was just...

Curious?

Curious.

And you make me curious.

Do I make you curious?

Obviously.

Did you like sucking my cock?

Wow. Those English words just roll off your tongue.

Yes?

Yes.

You want me to, uh,

lie on the bed and let you do it some more?

- Let me? - Yeah.

Uh, not fair.

Come on, I want to see you.

You saw me in the showers.

Yeah, I want more.

OK.

Come here.

So what do you want to do?

I don't know.

Is this OK?

Da, like that, Hollander.

Fuck, Hollander.

Ah, fuck. Oh.

Not bad for first time.

Fuck you, Rozanov.

OK. It was fun.

Are you serious?

What?

What? You need something?

You think I am asshole?

I know you're an asshole.

Oh. I would not leave you like that.

No?

No.

Let me show you how to do this, kid.

Holy shit, Rozanov.

Oh, fuck.

Holy shit, Rozanov, you better get off.

I'm... I can't stop.

Oh, fuck!

Rozanov, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oh my God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh my God.

Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I--I didn't think.

What? That you would come so quick?

Fuck you.

You didn't have to.

I don't mind.

This is, uh...

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

God, I want a cigarette.

Smoking is bad for you.

Oh, is it?

So...

you're not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?

Me?

Yes, Hollander, I'm going to tell everyone.

'Cause no one can know.

Hollander, look, I'm not going to tell anyone.

OK? - OK.

I, uh, I have early flight tomorrow, so...

Yeah, me too.

Good night.

Night.

Holy shit!

How are you feeling

about finally getting to Montreal tomorrow?

Good. About time.

Are you looking forward to beating Shane Hollander?

Uh, he is goalie now, yes?

Ilya, at the beginning of the year,

you said you would score 40 goals your rookie season.

You still feel that's going to happen?

No, no. I never said 40 goals.

It's a lie. Liar told you that.

I said 50.

What a fucking asshole.

Ah!

Sorry I'm late.

It's 15 minutes. Don't even worry about it.

We don't care. It's just that you're usually on time.

My workout went longer than expected,

and I got lost in a YouTube rabbit hole.

It's fine. I ordered for you. Salmon, brown rice.

- Thanks. - OK.

So, I have very exciting news.

What's YouTube?

Rolex is in.

Wow!

Let me pull up the email.

And I quote...

"Shane is exactly the kind of young athlete and young man

"that Rolex wants to be associated with.

He's smart, he's serious, he's handsome."

That's an understatement. - God, Mom.

"And we believe he will be

hockey's most significant ambassador in a generation."

Is Rolex on YouTube?

YouTube is like a video portal site.

I'm not convinced I know what any of those words mean.

So, a rabbit hole is where you watch a video,

it recommends other videos,

and you keep clicking them.

Sounds dangerous.

Oh, yeah.

I go down those rabbit holes all the time.

Of course you do, Mom.

- What was yours about? - Fancy watches?

- David! - What? I'm just keeping up.

Unlikely animals becoming friends,

like a tiger and a bear, a cow and a duck.

Come on!

Yeah, a snake and a baby.

I'd watch that.

Well, what you should be watching

are the ones about hockey.

I think keeping up with that snake and baby

sounds pretty important.

Relationship could go sideways pretty fast.

Oh, I saw a link today about Ilya Rozanov.

So I click on it, and he says...

Well, first of all,

do you remember at the beginning of the season,

he told someone, I can't remember who...

Anyway, he told them that he was gonna score 40 goals.

Do you remember that?

I remember you yelling something

about Rozanov turning 40

and me trying to match your level of outrage.

Well, yesterday in Boston, he said he meant 50.

50 goals!

Yeah, he's an asshole.

Yeah, the nerve. Fuck him!

I'm sorry, but I mean it.

OK, imagining he's better than you?

Fuck him. Right up the butt.

Yuna!

I'm sorry, but I said it.

Honestly!

Desjardins talking to McCann and St. Pierre.

It's probably the last face-off of the game.

Who are they sending in?

The crowd seems to have ideas.

Are they gonna do this?

Are they gonna give the people what they want?

Desjardins is gonna give it to them.

Is Reilly gonna do this too?

Are we gonna see...

Listen to that crowd.

And there you have it!

It's Ilya Rozanov versus...

Shane Hollander.

Will you disappoint them?

No.

But a goal off the face-off? Your first against Rozanov?

That had to have felt pretty good?

I'm happy with any goal I can get.

But one off of Rozanov?

Again, I'm happy with any goal.

And the face-offs?

I'm here for the team. I'm here to win.

I don't care about the details.

And what do you think about being compared

to Tiger Woods and Serena Williams?

Do you think you share any of the same challenges?

I don't really think about stuff like that.

I'm just super happy to play for the Metros.

Mr. Hollander...

How does it feel to be perfect?

Fucking perfect.

Thanks for asking.

In fucking French.

Twenty thousand dollars?

Yes, twenty thousand dollars.

I'm glad your hearing is OK.

For what this time?

For fuck you.

This is the last fucking time.

Yeah, fine.

And I'm not sending it tonight!

Why the fuck not?

It's. It's midnight here, Alexei.

You always have some bullshit excuse, Ilya.

How's Dad?

What the fuck is up with you and Dad?

Jesus fucking Christ! He is fine!

We can all live without you.

Go fuck yourself, Ilya.

On the phone yesterday,

he asked me to bring home some bread.

Well, he is stupid!

Good night, Alexei.

First thing in the morning, Ilya.

Here we are at the MLH All-Star Game,

and the theme this year

is Team Hollander versus Team Rozanov.

Oh, I'm sorry, I read that wrong.

It's Team North America versus Team Europe.

It's not subtle.

Anytime the league can figure out a way

to get these two kids in each other's faces,

they're gonna do it.

Ilya, you're having a legendary rookie season.

Both of you are.

You said you'd hit 50 goals this year.

You've had 28 so far, and we're in the middle of February.

You still thinking about a 50-goal campaign?

Yes.

Shane, kind of the same to you.

You scored 31 goals.

Any chance you want to speculate

as to how this season will end up for you guys?

No chance at all.

Question for Ilya first, but it'll be the same for Shane.

Boston is an original six legendary team

that's struggled to get to the playoffs

for the past 3 seasons.

How much pressure do you feel from the fans,

from the hockey world in general,

to restore Boston to its former glory?

And how much of that do you take on personally?

Um...

Uh...

Um...

Sorry, not to jump the gun here,

but with Rozanov's permission...

I know it's only been two seasons

since Montreal's made the playoffs,

but I think I get the idea.

So, look, my mom is the world's biggest Metros fan.

She's obsessed.

And like all Metros fans,

she wants us to be back in the playoffs regularly,

and she wants us to win some cups.

And I want the same thing.

I want to be in the playoffs, and I want to win some cups.

I feel pretty aligned with the fans,

'cause we want the same thing.

And at this point, it's my job to take that personally.

Ilya?

What he said.

And here's the shot accuracy competition,

featuring, gasp, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov.

The record for this event,

currently held by the New York Admiral's Scott Hunter,

is 4 takedowns in 8 seconds.

Come on!

And Rozanov breaks the record. There you go!

He's a big kid with a big shot.

That was something else, I'll tell you that!

Let's go!

Shane Hollander just shaved over a second

off the record that Ilya Rozanov just set.

If that isn't a good night and good luck,

I don't know what is.

Good job.

Thanks.

You have fun last night?

Last night?

With your team.

Get dinner, get drunk?

Oh, yeah. I mean, I had fun, but I didn't get drunk.

You?

Yeah, it was great.

No boring Canadians, no stupid Americans.

So, what, just a bunch of Finnish guys

talking about the cousins they're in love with?

Think I'm going to bed early tonight.

Oh, yeah?

1221.

Nice shooting, rook.

Thanks.

Glad to see Rozanov didn't hold my record

for more than a minute.

What did he want, by the way?

Oh, nothing, just shit-talking.

He's an asshole, right?

I mean, yeah, basically.

Lucky me.

I'm in the room next door to him at the hotel.

Hollander!

Is someone chasing you?

I'm standing in the hallway like an idiot.

Scott Hunter is right next door.

Fuck.

Get on your knees.

Oh my fucking...

Fuck, Rozanov.

Get on your stomach. On your stomach.

Have you ever?

Do you want to?

You're scared.

I'm not scared.

No, it's OK.

I'm not scared.

Do you ever touch yourself here?

Jesus Christ.

What? Does touching your ass make you gay?

Rozanov...

'Cause you know what else makes you gay

is sucking my dick.

Shut up.

Fuck.

I'm trying to say I have a thing. OK?

A thing?

A dildo.

What color?

Fuck you.

It's big?

I'm leaving.

No, no, Hollander.

I want to fuck you.

Not here.

Not with fucking Scott Hunter next door.

He is hot.

We should let him listen like mating call.

- You'd like that, wouldn't you? - Mm-hmm.

You probably would too.

OK. So next time.

Next time?

Yeah, we're playing Montreal in two weeks.

Yeah. But, um, where would we...

Where would we what?

Meet?

You are homeless?

No.

Then we meet at your house.

It's an apartment.

Hollander, you are having a panic attack.

It's just a plan to fuck.

Uh, I know we talked about Montreal in two weeks, but...

Oh my God, Hollander, you are so boring.

Give me your phone.

You have phone.

Give.

So, what's my name gonna be?

Jane.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

You sure?

Fuck you.

Hey, sorry, boys.

No one's getting into Montreal today.

Two feet of snow.

Fuck. Fuck!

It's a night off, boy. It's not the end of the world.

Yeah, whatever.

Look, whoever she is, she's gonna get over it.

Hey, you, uh, you don't want to come over to my place

for dinner tonight, do you?

What?

Since there's no game.

Come for dinner. Jacki said it's cool.

Oh, that's my wife. She can throw on some steaks.

I--I'm on a macrobiotic diet.

Buddy, I don't even know what that means.

But Jacki can cook anything.

You OK? - Yeah, I guess.

Hey, if you have other plans, that's--that's totally cool.

No, I want to watch you eat my disgusting food. Let's do it.

Fuck yes! God, Jacki's gonna be so happy.

She's obsessed with being the first wag to feed you.

I'm gonna text her right now, actually.

"Bird food only."

Jesus Christ.

- Surprise! - Svetlana!

I thought you were back in Russia!

What the fuck are you doing here?

Being nice, but I already regret it.

Sounds like you.

Go fuck yourself, Ilya.

Sorry. I didn't expect you.

- How did you know. - That your game was cancelled?

It was announced, asshole.

You don't deserve me. I should go.

OK, now I'm really leaving, you piece of shit.

Have fun with. Jane.

And the nominees for Rookie of the Year are...

Shane Hollander, the Montreal Metros,

Vincent Lemaire, the Minnesota Nomads,

and Ilya Rozanov, the Boston Raiders.

And the Rookie of the Year is...

Rook! Rook! Rook!

That better just be ginger ale, rook.

It is, Mr. Hunter. I wouldn't indulge in front of you.

- Congrats, man. - Thank you.

Uh, what would you say if, uh,

me and some of the other old fucks

wanted to do some shots with the three rooks?

Would you be into that?

Fuck yes, I would.

OK. Then where's your boy Rozanov?

My what?

No, I mean, not your boy.

Just, like, it's always, uh, Hollander and Rozanov, right?

I just thought...

I don't know where he is.

We're not, like, friends or anything.

No worries, man.

No worries. I'm sure someone else grabbed him.

OK! - Fuck yes!

- Ah! - OK, one more!

♪ Two leaves in the air ♪

♪ Clean air in a room ♪

♪ That could go for 180 amount ♪

♪ Sat still inside by myself with the lights turned off ♪

♪ The blinds all turned ♪

♪ No feedback ♪

♪ No feedback ♪

♪ No feedback ♪

♪ No feedback ♪

I don't know if it's worth jumping over.

Party all done?

No, I just need some air.

You are drunk.

I'm not.

Good for you.

Big night for you.

Yeah, well, it could have gone to either one of us.

It went to you.

So what?

You're just up here sulking because, what,

you couldn't take another victory lap around me?

All you do is beat me.

I win one fucking thing, and you can't even show your face.

What was that? - Not everything is about you!

So what is it then?

What the fuck do you want?

Nothing. I just wanted to see the view and get some air.

And what? Here is fucking view, Hollander.

Check it out. Fuck!

I go home in three days.

OK.

That must be nice.

And I guess I thought maybe we...

Never mind.

OK, I'm gonna...

I guess I'll, uh, see you next season.

What the fuck are you doing?

We're both in tuxedos out in public.

No one is looking.

You don't know that.

See you next season!

Hollander.

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