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Howdy.

Hey. Better late than never.

Er, important client.

Hmm, you've got ketchup on your tie...

Er, yeah... a breakfast meeting...

May I introduce our esteemed investigators,

Luella Shakespeare and Frank Hathaway.

- This is-- - Sam Albany.

The manager of the Avon Ruffs.

Which I have discovered is our local football team,

and not a doggy day care.

A Premier League legend, in my office...

Yeah, a long time ago.

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 he might want that back.

Oh. Yes.

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.

It started small about three weeks ago--

missing kit, punctured balls--

Ouch.

I'll make some tea.

I, er, brought this to show you.

Oh-ho.

♪ Avon and on and on and on ♪

♪ And on ♪

Yeah, someone put itching agent on the shirts.

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 except there's even a problem.

Sounds like the team's going undercover.

A bit of a clean I suppose. They'll just have to make do.

Ah, boys.

Nice timing, we're about to have some photos done.

Ooh.

This is the owner, Dan Kressick.

He, er, inherited the club from his late father last year.

And Sam's rued that day ever since.

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

I'm Frank, Sam's assistant manager.

Alreet. Walton Spurs, assistant to the assistant manager.

He shines the boots.

Ah. Fantastic...

Sorry, I'm going to have to, erm,

put my boss hat on for a sec.

I thought we'd discussed making big decisions together?

Well, I don't want to tread on anyone's toes,

but, er, I-I need them.

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 dee it for the love of the game, man.

Er, we-- we dee it for some free tickets next season... man.

Well, if it'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.

Yeah.

- You want me... - You may.

- Enchanté. - Uh-huh. Right.

Are you ready to take positions, gentlemen?

Are you kidding me. Who did this?

Kyle, who the hell did this?

- How did this happen? - What now?

Pardon me.

Have you seen--

Oh. That's working, isn't it?

I'll have whoever did this used for goal practice.

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 Bawd and Pander.

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

But I'll tell you what it's not called-- Kyle.

The Bald Panda.

Because I am not running a zoo for animals with hair loss.

Well, the manufacturer should fix that--

Apparently, someone had called up

and authorised the change, so no refunds.

Like we need any more bad luck.

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

You keep saying that, and bad things keep happening.

Hey, now.

M-My dad always used to say, erm,

"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 whose is it?

Kyle. Leah.

Just let her cool off.

Keep up the good work, guys.

Come on, lads. Let's run some drills.

Back-and-forth passes.

Kyle.

What's going on, son? You're looking slow out there.

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, alright?

Alright, what's all this about?

I gonna take five, Frank.

Run some drills, keep up the good work.

Alright, come on boys.

Go on. Get in there, babe! Get in there!

Tackle, not tickle!

Ella, hi.

Listen, I am-- I'm so sorry about earlier.

I was having a right mare about the kit.

Oh, don't worry.

So, you're here for photos, right?

Yeah, yeah.

So do you want, erm-- do you want Insta-Aspo?

Do you want like, Boss-Lit?

Ooh. Surprise me.

Okay. Erm, right...

I'm gonna come down here. Okay.

- Okay? - Yes.

So...

you own the Bawd and Pander, huh?

I do, yeah.

The hottest cocktail bar in Strats.

I know. Been trying to get inside since it opened.

But obviously it's like, doing shoots all over the world,

who's got the time?

How did you get into football then?

Erm, hot guys in shorts?

Sign me up, Ella.

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

Oi!

Aww. Thank you.

Ah, you've got him well-trained, haven't you,

on the-- on the pitch.

I mean, he's my one-and-only.

So, you know, erm, 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 gonna break our stride.

I mean, when the Ruffs go up a league,

and the big teams come hankering after my man,

with his feet, my brains,

oh, we're going to the top.

- Some stood up? Yes. - Yeah, great. Oh.

Pretty good, for a pub five-a-side.

What 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 Kineton Rovers,

our rivals for promotion.

Eh, 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?

Not in front of the lads.

If you've 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."

It's...

Ah, I suppose you had to be there.

Right, so, I tried to talk to the staff about the sabotage.

The owner has banned them from mentioning it.

That or they're just scared of Leah.

Mm. 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?

Course I'm not. Come on, you two, jump to it.

Sam said he'd meet us here before the warm-up.

Okay. So what's the plan for today?

Right, well, I'm gonna use wing backs.

Push 'em up and use the low block.

Okay, I was talking about the investigation.

- Oh, right. - Mm.

Look at that.

Why can't people tidy up after themselves?

Should we be putting up some cameras somewhere?

Some...

Oh.

Oh, Frank.

Well, well, well.

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

Hello DS Keeler.

You found the body?

Any confessions to make?

Yeah, I've never liked your moustache.

- He was strangled. - I think I'll wait

for the autopsy report. Thanks, though.

Someone's 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.

We're not going anywhere.

Really?

Alright, let's see what the owner thinks,

having a bunch of PIs snooping around.

- I'm sure he won't mind. - No, 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.

Okay.

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 one 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.

That's not your call to make.

Er, 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?

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

You're making a big mistake.

Can you believe 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.

The shareholders are breathing down my neck for a win.

- And now... - Erm,

maybe you should try, er, 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. - Does sound overwhelming.

This place was my dad's life.

And now it's all on my shoulders.

Erm... I'm here most nights, worrying.

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

I fell asleep, sorry. Is-- Is Harvey right?

- Should I cancel? - Sam wouldn't want that.

Neither would your dad.

Their legacy deserves better.

And my Dad would probably haunt me...

Okay. There's an upside to everything.

And you're it.

- Me? - Him?

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.

Mister Kressick?

DS Keeler, Arden Police.

I need to interview you regarding the murder

of one of your employees.

I must confess... I-I'm not wearing trousers.

Well, when you're decent.

Er, and you, sir, you're the, er, 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 at 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.

Look, it's making us think of King Henry,

on the morn of St Crispin's.

His team thought it was all gannin' 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 Scottish Play.

Face it. Sam's gone. The club's cursed.

Come on, let's get out.

Howay.

Let's gan kick some things for Sam, like.

Here.

Oh. Oh.

Are you okay?

- I'm fine. - Are you sure?

Yeah.

What have you done to your hands?

I said I'm fine.

Okay, yeah, sorry.

Oh, sorry. Oh.

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

What a waste of a day.

Keeler's got it coming.

You know what they say.

- Massive moustache, tiny-- - Brain?

Yes.

- Any news on Sam and Harvey? - Using my considerable skills,

I managed to get the skinny from one of Sam's former teammates.

Back when Sam was playing in the Premier League,

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

but he, er, got the boot.

Never played professionally again.

You can't blame that on Sam.

Well, my source said Sam was a big drinker.

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

Well, 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-hmm, the kind of wounds you might get

if you'd just garrotted 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-- that might have made him some enemies, ay?

I think we should have a look round Sam's office, shall we,

see if we can find some answers.

It's just up the stairs.

Look at all these, ay, nothing much changes.

Although the shorts get shorter...

then longer again.

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

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

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

Six years.

How have you never told me that?

Well, you never asked.

Ah.

Oh, I bet little Frank was really cute,

running about, causing mischief.

Mischief? Not round me dad, no, no.

The Ruffs were his life.

Used to come watch him train,

and then we'd get some chips on the way home.

Every match-day--

Oh, it's alright. Alright, alright.

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

I've got an invite to the Bawd and Pander.

Leah is holding impromptu drinks to remember Sam,

aw, and I'm on the list.

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

- Yeah. - Now the big question is,

what to wear, isn't it?

It says, "if Versace did funerals."

Sounds so respectful.

I'll check the computer.

Hmm.

Hound?

- Could be a dog? - You've cracked it.

Sam wanted a pet.

No, but he might have wanted a mascot.

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

Erm... oh.

- Hey. - Eh?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Oh, look. Messages, from Sam to Leah.

"Not so rough next time. You'll 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. - No.

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

Yeah, but Kyle was upset with Sam, wasn't he,

when they were training.

Maybe he found out that they were having an affair?

- I'm sorry.

I know how much Sam and this place means to you.

- Oh, there's messages. - Shall I?

Yes.

Sam, hiya, yeah, I-I've got an idea for defence--

Oh, just ignore that one.

Sam, I just wanted to say I've got a sweet left foot...

Ah, we don't need to listen.

- I was dreaming about-- - Oh, no, we don't.

Sam, I can't believe you'd stab me in the back like this.

We need to talk-- now.

Well, well.

Not so chipper there, was he?

No.

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

Oh, yes. I knew I belonged here.

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

Ella. Hi.

- Mwah. - Mwah.

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 canapés,

and, erm, obviously, it's mandatory hashtags when posting.

Whatever happened to cheese sarnies

and a chorus of "You'll Never Walk Alone"?

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

Anyway, so mingle and mourn,

cos, you know, we're here for Sam,

so... enjoy.

Free drinks. Lips will be loosened.

Ooh, 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.

- H2-ohhh. I'm on it. - Yeah.

You look very dapper.

Oh.

Cheers.

Notice anything?

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

Good looks are the curse I must bear. Hm.

Right, hello.

Interesting one. You see that couple over there?

Mm-hmm? 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? Understand?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

Getting my groove on now. Ha!

No, no, no, those are for you.

There you go. That's for you.

Dad always spent more time at the--

at club than at home.

What's Harvey doing here?

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

I might check that out.

You know, it's okay 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 reet big shadow, like...

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

That, er-- That could be tough.

Right.

Is that why you-- you left

that big, angry voicemail for him?

"Grrr."

How do you-- how do you know about that?

I was there.

I was there when he listened to it

cos I had, erm, done some headshots.

Oh.

No, no, I-I discovered, erm, Sam was organising a meeting

of the shareholders behind my back.

Oh, right.

Did you-- Did you think he was trying to push you out?

That's what I thought.

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

to increase investment in the club, boost our finances.

He wanted to lend a hand, did he?

Sam al-- always put the club first.

I should've known that.

So I-- I apologised to him, and then-- and-- and he left.

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

- Sorry. Excuse me. - Oh, yeah.

Sorry, that wasn't me.

That was the chair. Ooh. [ Chuckles ] Oops.

Listen, Harvey's hightailed it,

but I noticed a restricted room.

It's a VIP area.

Ooh.

Mm. Mm.

When the coast clears, you distract the bouncer,

and we'll sneak in.

I'm on it.

Tell you what, these pretend shots,

they're actually pretty tasty.

Another bouncer lost to Lu's allure.

Shh.

It's a BSM-- BHS-- IBS--

- What? - Erm, BBSM.

It's a secret fetish room.

Yes. Yes.

Oh, look, look.

They're not standard issue, are they?

Anyone for ping pong?

Oh, where's Rover?

- Hey. - Mistresses only.

Ugh.

Oh.

Is that Kyle?

When I said he should use his ball skills,

that's not what I meant.

Shh. He'll hear us.

Hey.

Look here, Look.

I'm trying not to.

No, no, no, the ropes.

They're cutting into his hands.

That might be what caused the scabs.

Psst, Frank. I found Mistress' tablet.

It's password-protected.

Try "password."

Bawd and Pander are characters from "Pericles."

- What? - "Pericles."

Shakespeare's play, bit weird.

"O, come, be buried a second time within these arms."

Look, look, look.

There's a folder marked "Harvey."

- Oh. - Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Mine eyes.

We're not supposed to bend that way.

Right, listen, e-mail it to us, then delete it.

- Come on. - Erm...

- Hurry up. - Yep.

I'm trying. It's sticky.

Someone's coming. Hurry up.

What's going on?

Er, how did you get out, naughty boy?

Good time last night?!

We're closed.

Er, can I help ya, pet?

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 names.

So I'm guessing that Sam hired you, did he?

To try and stop all the sabotage?

Okay, yes, I'm correct, thank you.

So I'm going to 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.

What, 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.

I hope bunking up with Sam was worth it.

Bunking? Me and Sam?

Yeah, we have seen the messages,

going easy on him so you wouldn't put his back out.

- Hmm? - Yeah.

Pilates.

I was helping him stay sober.

A bit of regular exercise, someone lovely to talk to.

What part of the 12-step programme

was laying into him, eh?

Exhibit "A." Oh.

[ Sighs ] Look,

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

He was, and...

well, he fell off the wagon, and--

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, hey?

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 can 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.

Kyle looks how I feel.

Avon Ruffs?

More like Avon duffs.

Alright, just keep it down, will you?

[ Sighs ] You see, that's the problem with amateurs.

Amateurs thinking they can match the pros.

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

"Speak no more.

These words like daggers enter in my ears."

I've cleared the crime scene.

You can use your dressing room now.

Might need a clean beforehand, though.

Watch it!

Tidy up the locker room, will ya?

I think I'm more use--

Oh.

- Ooh, thanks.

I've just been looking up, er, "hound,"

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

I just felt like it might be relevant.

Find anything?

Lots of cute dog videos, er, insurance company,

property developer, local gym, toilet cleaner.

Oh, look, it's not your fault.

Leah's put you in an impossible position,

dangling that 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.

Hm.

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

- Did he? - Mm.

Were you any good?

Couldn't catch a ball to save my life.

Er, didn't stop him trying, though.

"Arthur Hathaway's lad does not quit..."

Mm.

Truth is, it wasn't me.

Do you feel like you disappointed him?

Ah, he 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 gonna have time

- to fix things, don't ya? - Mm.

Then one day you get a call...

Go on. Get out my car. Go and be Frank.

Pressure, boys. Pressure. Come on.

- Go. Man on. - Come on.

- What's all this? - Armchair experts.

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

It's like having a team of coaches.

Close in. Put pressure on him.

Right, so why'd you call me?

Is that 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.

Sebastian?

Seb?

- Oh. - Oh.

Oh, I had an awful dream that I'd died,

and hell was a P.E. lesson.

Where have you been?

We've been calling you all morning.

It's morning?

It's bizarre. I, erm, remember having a hot flush,

and feeling drowsy and then... nothing.

What were you doing before you blacked out?

Erm, I had some water...

and then I-I found something

down the back of the water-cooler.

Mm.

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 accuse us of murder?

They're trying to ruin us, Dan.

I should've known.

No-one's that bad at coaching football.

- Yeah. - Ere, I -

W-We're on your side.

We stopped her from blackmailing Harvey

so you could have a fair crack at the game.

You... stopped a sure-fire way of us 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 better than you.

♪ Avon and on and on and on ♪

♪ Avon, Avon ♪

♪ Avon and on and on and on ♪

♪ Avon, Avon ♪

♪ Avon and on and on and on ♪

♪ Avon, Avon ♪

Come on! A goal down already.

Avon Ruffs nil, Kineton Rovers 1.

Okay, these pain meds are sedapelin

which is a prescription muscle relaxant

with an intense drowsy side-effect.

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

It says they're prescribed for degenerative disorders.

Oh, poor Kyle.

He's been in pain for the last few days,

but why would he sabotage the team?

Well, 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 killed 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!

Come o-o-o-n!

And that's a goal from Kyle Kabir.

He made that look easy.

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

Get up, Kyle!

That's the half-time whistle,

and it's all square here at Goneril Stadium--

Avon Ruffs 1, Kineton Rovers 1.

Ah, ah, ah! Wrong way, Kyle! Where are you 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.

Well, you-- you found some pills.

So what? Look, I am not going back.

Did you put the drugs in the water

so it would be easier to kill Sam?

Sam?

- I'd never hurt him. - He saw 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 a game.

You were scared of losing her.

I didn't want to let her down.

Winning is everything to Leah.

And if the team failed through "bad luck,"

you were off the hook.

Leah wouldn't suspect you.

But now she's going to know I'm sort of failure.

This thing inside me has taken everything.

- Come on. The team needs you. - But I can't play.

No, but you can lead.

See this badge?

It stands for perseverance-- 60 years of losing.

Sam believed you could change that.

Prove him right.

Oh.

Frank?

Ah. 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 are disorientation.

Hot flushes.

So hot they make you, er, throw 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-I told you I spoke to Sam. Doesn't mean I-I killed him.

Oh, yes, his planned meeting with the shareholders.

Probably wanted to warn them about your scheming with Hounds.

Who?

Hound and Sons, property developer.

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

That's ridiculous.

Shall I ring them and ask them?

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-- you're wrong.

I-I-I wouldn't. I-- I--

You called Sam a legend.

He would be furious if he knew

you were looting your father's legacy.

Legacy?

It is 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 the love that he gave this place.

I was a distant second.

I wish he could see me sell his-- his precious club.

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

Sam-- Sam didn't-- didn't give me a choice.

He-- 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, Dad...

Running away, burning this place down won't change how you feel.

We'll see.

Frank.

What a save.

Let's go, lads! Come on!

Come on! Tackle, tackle, tackle!

Come on!

Spread out! Use the wings!

Use the wings! Use the wings! Come on!

And that's a goal from Kyle Kabir.

He made that look easy.

Yeah, that's it. Come on.

Yes. That's it. Come on.

Avon's got the game.

And right before the final whistle...

With a 3-1 victory, Avon FC are moving up a league.

You can feel the joy in the stadium.

Ah.

Oh, what do you think of his chances?

- He's toast. - 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.

- We did it. - Congratulations.

The National League.

Cheers, Frank.

Ah, er, before I forget...

Nah, you-- you fought the odds. You showed up when it counted.

Sam would want you to keep that.

I won't let him down.

We won't let them down.

I'm going to try and rally the fans, buy the club.

Oh.

Okay, don't look so shocked. I'm gonna 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. - Aww.

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. - Mm-hmm.

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

If you're listening, Dad, we won.