All language subtitles for The First Team s01e05_Engh

Not the result he would have wanted
to sign off with,

but now it's time to celebrate
the wonderful career

of a man who has changed football
in this country for ever.

(CHEERING AND SINGING)

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
please show your appreciation

for the greatest manager
in this club's proud history.

Our manager,

the Gent from Genoa,

or, as we simply know him
round these parts...

...Cesare!

- (CHEERING)
- (MUSIC PLAYS OVER TANNOY)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

FANS: Cesare! Oh-oh-oh-oh!

Cesare! Oh-oh-oh-oh!

(FANS FALL SILENT)

I want to say just one thing
to you tonight.

To the team management.

To the players.

And of course the fans.

Fuck you!

You cunts!

Fuck you! And fuck you!

Fuck you! And fuck you all!

Ungrateful son of a bitch!

You cunts!

And you cunts! And you cunts!
And all of you cunts!

Fuck you! And fuck this place!

Andatevene a fanculo!

(SPITS)

Not exactly what I was expecting.

Maybe it means
something different in Italian.

COMMENTATOR: Agüero!

Wow.

What a night!

I mean, that was...

That was crazy.

See those customers crying?

And Cesare...

I mean, what a guy.

Still...

Never see him again, so fuck him,
am I right?

Oh, God, look at these faces.

It's like a bunch of glummy bears.

- Hey! Bozos!
- (CLICKS FINGERS)

The future of this club starts now.

Yes.

I've already spoken with a number
of world-class managers about taking over.

Oh, now I've got the attention
of the Frenchies.

(LAUGHS)

Unfortunately,
the majority of them felt that

I treated Cesare so badly
by sacking him mid-season

that they "wouldn't dream
of working here" - end quote.

So where does that leave us?

I think it's common knowledge

that the club finances are suboptimal
at the moment.

So I've decided to promote from within.

Someone who is definitely
a cheaper option

but also may be the right one.

I am delighted to announce the new
caretaker manager of the club is...

...Chris Booth.

Yeah. Chris, all yours, buddy.

(LAUGHS)

Don't screw things up
or I'll sack you too.

Ha! Thanks, Mr Crane.

Mr Chairman.

Yeah.

Ahhh...

Well, first and foremost, guys,
I'd just like to say this is an honour...

PETEY: Motherfuckers!

(CRASH)

PETEY: Shit!

(BANGING)

It's an honour to serve this club

- as we start this next chapter.
- (PETEY YELLS)

- I honestly think...
- (BANGING AND CRASHING)

...that we have one of the...

PETEY: Fucking Chris!

Chris Booth!

- Chris!
- We're all emotional, yeah,

- about Cesare leaving.
- (PETEY HOWLS)

I get it, yeah?

So I'm... I'm going to try...

- ...a few new ideas in training...
- (BANGING)

...and...

Actually, does someone want
to go and check on Petey?

- (PETEY HOWLS)
- No?

- No? Sure. OK, anyway...
- PETEY: That twat!

So...

Ah, the big thing is
that I've arranged...

(PETEY FALLS SILENT)

I've...

He's stopped.

- Right. So what I've arranged...
- (PETEY YELLS)

PETEY: Fuck!

Great.

So, I've arranged something
a little bit special.

Yes, Pascal?

Is it some prostitutes?

No. Not that.

So, I've managed to get
a top sports psychologist

to come and work with us - here -

and booked appointments for all
squad members over the next few weeks.

- Yes, Benji?
- Boss.

Grrr! Benji...

Yes, this goes for all of you, actually.

Although I am "the boss" - still Chris.

OK, then, boss.

Chris. Go on. Yeah, go on.

Why do I have to see a shrink?

The only thing crazy about me
is my skills!

And the fact
that you still live with your mom.

Well...

(PETEY YELLS)

Actually...could someone check on Petey?

(PETEY STILL HOWLING)

- PETEY: Chris fucking Booth!
- (BANGING)

JACK: Boothie's all right.
He's soft but he's all right.

He might even play us more.

I think we need to be careful.
The club's a shitshow.

My opinion - we're better off
staying out of the firing line for now.

- What, you don't want to get picked?
- Oh, sure.

We all want to play football, mate -
that's an important aspect of our careers.

Hate to break it to you,
but we're professional footballers.

Playing football is the only aspect
of our careers.

- What about your brand?
- I don't have a brand.

Bro, everyone needs a brand these days.

Yours could be
the Born-Again Virgin brand.

Born-Again Virgin airlines.

Born-Again Virgin Trains.

I'm more than a footballer,
and I'm making sure the people know that.

By sitting on the bench tweeting?

I ain't doing that. I got someone to do it
for me. Social media manager.

He's gonna blow up my followers,

then we're launching
the Benji-brand goods.

"Everything for the man
who still lives with his mom."

- Oh, shit. I'm late.
- For what?

Pointless talk with the psychologist.

Now, it will be tough, but do remember,

you really just have to stop the ball, OK,
ever -

and I do mean ever - going past you.

Yeah?

Good luck.

Jack Turner.

Can I just say, there is nothing
more exciting for us fans

than seeing talent from the academy
break into the first team?

- Cheers. You're a fan?
- Certainly am.

Now, just get you to sign this.

Is this a test?

It can be. Yeah.

Make that out to Graham
and we'll see how you get on.

- That's your name?
- Could be anyone's name.

It... It is my name. Yes, yeah.

Oh... (LAUGHS)

- Oh... That's great.
- Right, cheers. Is that it?

Oh, no. Um, let's talk about
the tremendous pressure you're under.

- What?
- The fans here

are so close to the pitch

you must be able to hear every comment
about your performance.

To be fair, I can't actually hear.

Yeah, and as the future of this team,

I mean, these people's hopes and dreams
for possibly years to come

will be resting on your shoulders.

- Yeah...
- How you perform

fundamentally affects
so many people's lives.

Can I have a glass of water, please?

Mm. Mm.

But it's not just their lives, is it?

It's the lives of people around them
as well.

How you play on a Saturday determines
whether they go home, you know, happy,

or whether they go home, scream at
the kids, throw the dinner on the floor

and kick the dog.

It's incredible pressure.

They kick their dogs?

Well, if you lose, I'm sure they do, yeah.

In fact, I'm certain of it.

Yeah, got the ball rolling already,
actually.

Um, a few retweets
of interesting articles.

Liking a few other tweets.

Just to give people an idea of the brand,
you know, gain new followers and so forth.

- OK. I like it.
- Yeah, it's coming along nicely.

Ha! One of the retweets actually
got 150 further retweets, which is good,

and precisely the plan, as discussed.

That's the most I've ever had.
Let me see.

Is this it? Cos the thing you tweeted
is an article about how the Earth is flat.

Yes. Yeah, that's what it is.

Yeah, controversial ideas
have a high engagement rate,

so it's a good way to get started.

But won't people think
that I think the Earth is flat?

Maybe. But retweets aren't endorsements.

- What does that mean?
- Look, it's catching on.

Already up to 200.

But the Earth isn't flat, though, is it?
It's round.

Why can we see the horizon, then? Hm?

Why doesn't it just drop away?

Oh, 250.

250 is a good number!

Welcome to my world

of being a top professional social media
marketing assistant executive.

(CHATTER)

What's happening?

Petey's doing a press conference.

Hang on... Didn't you know?

Yes, of course I knew.

Olivia, press conference.

Yep.

Maybe he's gonna retire.

Oh, God, I've never wanted anything more.

Hello. Thanks to everyone for coming.

Can all you fat twats at the back
squeeze in?

All right, so...I'm just here to announce
that I am very happy with Chris Booth

being made caretaker manager of this club.

He's absolutely the right choice
as an interim manager

and I'm backing him 120%
while he's in the job.

I'll take a few questions.

Yes?

Petey, you're known
as the unofficial leader of the team.

Is that going to change
now that Chris is in charge?

People respect me and Chris
in different ways.

They're scared of my power and ability,

whereas it's not as obvious
that people respect him,

because mostly they take the piss
behind his back.

Let me be clear, though.

The job could have gone to either of us,
and if it had gone to me,

as many say it should have, I have
no doubt that Chris would support me...

...as the better player with a better
record and more of a footballing brain.

Yes?

Petey, how did you feel
when you heard Chris was the manager?

Happy.

No, seriously. Happy.

Like, with a smile. Happy like that.

You're shaking your head.
You think maybe I thought,

"That's mental. I'm the clear choice.
I fucking deserve this"?

Then chucked my phone against the wall

before smashing out a set
of heavy bench press, or something?

No, mate. Happy. Yes?

He don't seem happy.

So, he didn't scare you, then?

Scare me?
Why would a sports psychologist scare me?

We spoke to them all the time in the US.

No, it was the standard shit about
what I want, how I'm going to achieve it.

Did you have to mention
being a born-again virgin?

I didn't, because it's not a thing.

Shut up, Virgin van Dick.

Oh, shit, here he comes.

New manager's first team sheet.

OK, sorry to keep you all in suspense.
We'll do the team in a moment.

Firstly, Petey, could I just
have a quick word in private?

- No.
- Sorry?

No, you can't.

But I need to talk to you.

- No.
- OK.

Well, then, I'll have to tell you here...

La-la-la-la-la-la. Not listening!

...that although I'm dropping you
for this match,

I'm happy to bend the truth
and say that you're injured.

You'll be injured, mate!
I'll break your fucking nose!

Yeah, I didn't expect you
to be happy, but...

Fuck off, you prick-face!

I've slammed that!

OK. Right. Here's the team.

Jack, you're in.

And because Petey is "injured",
we're going to drop a centre back,

switch in a right back, so...

...Mattie gets his first start.
Well done, Mattie!

Hey! Well done, boys!

This is amazing!

We're under tremendous pressure.

New dawn. New manager. Cup game.

Don't get better than this. Come on!

BENJI: I might not have been picked

but I'm having a great day too.

Getting way more likes than before.

Oh, well done.
You've achieved something of no value.

You know when we play tonight, there's
going to be loads of people looking at us?

That is honestly the only reason
we are playing.

Yeah, but what will they think? Are they
going to be judging everything we do?

- Yes, of course they will. You know that.
- That's what football is, mate.

What if their dinner's ruined, though?

- (BELL)
- Right, get out there, my brilliant boys!

Listen, I'll get Brian
to tweet a good-luck GIF.

But also...good luck.

Oh...

I need a piss.

Come on, Jack. You got this.

What if they kick the dog, boss?

Chris. Come on!

(CROWD ROARS)

- Oh!
- All right, Mattie?

You got your boots on.

Play shit, or I will kill you...

But if I'm shit, we might lose.

Play shit, or you are dead.

And I mean dead. Not just
"playing with the Under-21s" career dead.

Actually dead.

But...the team...

You're in my place.

It's mine.

Have a great game.

By which I mean...a shit game.

(CROWD SHOUTS ABUSE)

(WHISTLE)

JONATHAN PEARCE: 3-0 - the final score.
Out of the cup.

And that's an inauspicious start
to caretaker manager Chris Booth's reign.

Well done. Perfect.

Better than perfect.

Oh... OK.

Well, lots of positives to take from that.

If you ignore the fact you just lost
3-0 to a team of postmen.

Give us a minute, Petey.

Obviously, that wasn't the result
we were looking for,

but I saw plenty to be encouraged by
out there.

Was it Mattie's first or second own goal
that was most encouraging?

Please, Petey...

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Right? From tiny shoots grow mighty oaks.

Inspirational stuff.

You can get a job at Clintons Cards
after they sack you.

Agh...

You OK, bud?

I'm...so sorry.

You put your faith in me for your
first game, and I completely let you down.

Hey... So we got knocked out of the cup
by a team three divisions below us,

you scored two own goals

and I'm an embarrassment.

Yeah, the wife won't let me near her
tonight, that's for sure!

- Dear... Sorry.
- No, no, no.

No, what I'm saying is that tonight's
no different to any other night, really.

Nothing's really changed.

We lost, but you're still a great player
and I still sleep in the spare room,

so keep that chin up, OK?

(FOOTSTEPS)

Well, that sucked!

Right, listen up.

We owe those consumers out there,
and we are going to make it up to them.

I agree. They came all this way to watch
that shitshow. We need to apologise.

- By buying them a pint.
- Yes, exactly! Like...

Like metaphorically buying them a pint.

By literally buying them a pint.
In a pub.

We're going to go to the pub
behind the west stand tomorrow

and buy any fans that show up
a pint of beer.

And I'm calling it
"Mattie Sullivan's Pints of Sorry Night".

Well, don't call it that.

Well, don't score
multiple own goals, then.

Imagine all the positive headlines
it'll generate.

Plus, I've never been to a pub,
so it'll be kind of fun for me.

And this is mandatory.

So, I expect every single one of you
to show up.

Oh, that isn't a good idea
you've come up with, is it?

- It wasn't my idea.
- It sounded like your idea.

- (PHONE BEEPS)
- Paulo, Frankie, you're off the hook,

cos your agent seems
pretty annoyed by the whole thing.

- (PHONE BEEPS AND VIBRATES)
- And you too, Lee.

And Jeremy, Pascal, Davide, Luiz...

OK, hands up whose agent
has not got them out of it?

Good. Thank you, boys.

Knew I could count on you.

Give me a minute. He hasn't replied yet.

Excuse me. Social media
marketing executive coming through!

Well done, Benji.
Better not to play in that mess.

Mattie, if you need some advice
dealing with your disaster,

I've been studying
social media my whole life.

You haven't been studying it
your whole life, have you?

I literally have.

You literally haven't.

You've not been academically researching
social media from birth, have you?

Yes, I have.

And after a game like that,
whatever you do, don't go on social media.

Don't go online at all.
Not even to order a pizza.

Pretty sure I'll be safe to order a pizza.

You won't be.

And that's me saying that,

as someone who's studied
social media my whole life.

OK. Well, we already established
that that's not the case.

Just block it out.

It'll be the only thing he's blocked
all night.

If it makes you feel any better, he wasn't
the only one having a stinker out there.

Jack was shit too.

Yeah, it's not my fault.
I could hear the crowd.

You can always hear the crowd!
There's thousands of 'em.

Yeah, but what about their poor kids?

Look, bit of professional advice.

Gratis, yeah?

I think you should stay off the internet
for...at least a week.

Listen to the man.
He just got me 1,000 likes on Instagram.

Yeah? What for? A selfie?

Link for an article
about how they spray stuff from planes.

To stop the people from thinking.

If anyone should be kept off the internet,
it's him.

I'll be fine.

MATTIE: "If you die in your sleep,

"you'll be the first player
to be commemorated

"with a minute's booing. Sleep tight."

7,000 likes for a death threat. Really?

Best fans in the world.

"What a fucking useless Yank.

"If I were you, I'd move back there
before I kick the shit out of you."

I'm not scared of keyboard warriors.

"You're scared of everything else, mate."

Come and meet me, then.
You know where the training ground is.

"I will. I'll fucking smash you into
next week for destroying my club."

Yeah?

Well, don't forget your keyboard,
Keyboard Conan.

So I can ram it up your ass.

"Fucking homophobe."

Nothing homophobic about it.

Straight people have asses too.

"And you're talking out of yours."

You're fucking dead, man!

"Say that without crying.

"Or scoring an own goal."

- Went online, yeah?
- Yep.

Well, I think we've still got a long way
to go but we've made a start,

and, do you know, that's amazing,

especially considering the resistance
we began with.

You tell anyone I was in here
and I'll tell the club you're a nonce.

Discretion is my middle name.

It fucking better be!

Well, as Petey was saying earlier...

- Petey Brooks was in here?
- Oh...

Do you know,
maybe don't mention that to anyone.

Anyway, as Petey was saying,
you players sometimes feel a little lost.

- I couldn't play, I just couldn't.
- Yeah. You were terrible.

I was just so worried, cos, like you said,

what if their dinner's ruined
just because I missed a tackle?

Well, OK, I...maybe said something
sort of along those lines,

probably not exactly that.

I had your voice in my head
the whole time.

You know - "Screw this up and
they're gonna go home and kick the dog."

And I just...froze.

OK. Er...

Here's the thing, Jack.

Um, I really, really like this job.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And I suppose I...

...just worry that if you were
to tell Chris Booth about, you know,

what we've been talking about
and how that's affected your game...

...that I might not have this job
any more.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So...

OK, what we're going to do - number one,

don't mention to Chris
about why your game's dropped off.

Christ, don't write it down, Jack.

Er, and then, number two,

maybe go to this event at the pub later,
meet the fans.

I think you'll find that most fans
of this club, like myself,

aren't as scary as all that
and don't think badly of you at all.

What if they do? What if they hate me?

Well...

...consider that exposure therapy.
OK, you're welcome.

Don't write it down!

MARK: First, thanks for coming.

As you know, some of the main culprits
from our horrific loss are here tonight.

And even though the really top players in
the club managed to get out of attending,

I think you will find
that these guys are very apologetic.

And also, I am delighted to announce
that if you attended that game,

we will reimburse your ticket
and travelling expenses.

(CHEERING)

Yeah, and that's upon presentation

and acceptance
of officially recognised receipts.

Payments may take
up to 90 days to process.

We reserve the right to withhold payment
for any reason.

OK, so...let's have a lovely pinta.

These are on me!

(CHEERING)

Maximum two drinks per person.

No premium spirits. Huh?

What the fuck were you thinking?

Well, as I keep saying, I am very sorry,

and hopefully you're enjoying
the drink that we're buying you.

What are you going to have to drink?

Oh, I don't... I don't really drink.

Then what are you doing in a pub?

You're meant to be having a drink
with us fans.

OK.

Sparkling water, please.

Oh, a proper drink with the fans. Come on.

One pint can't make you play
any worse, can it?

Or is it you hate us so much...
you won't even drink with us?

OK, OK, fine.

- Er, lager, then, please.
- Yeah.

It's all right, this, you know.

I mean, it'd be better if
some of the good players were here, but...

- ...it's a nice little touch.
- Right. Sure.

Oh, my days! Is that Petey Brooks?

Oh, no, Petey's not coming.

It's just us for another 47 minutes or so.

It is! That's fucking Petey Brooks, mate!

Petey's too hard for you

Petey's too hard for you

Petey's too hard for you

Petey's too hard for you!

- (CHEERING)
- What's he doing here?

Being a legend. Here, get that down you.

Oh, Mr Chairman!
May I shake your hand?

Nah.

You were so dozy, I couldn't believe it.
Could not believe it.

Yeah? Sorry about that.

What did you do after the game,
just out of interest?

Well, I was pissed off. It was
a long journey home, I can tell you that.

- Shit, yeah.
- Yeah.

Had a few beers on the train,
got back and saw the wife.

- And hit her?
- What? No, course not.

We laughed about how many years
I've been watching you lot lose

and then we watched Line Of Duty
and nothing seemed so bad.

- Have you got a dog?
- Yes.

He's the light of my life
now the kids have gone. Here.

Let's get a quick selfie
and then I'll leave you alone, Jack.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- Cheers.

I think this might actually be all right,
you know.

42 minutes to go.

PETEY: So, the story is, there's this
geezer, right, that was absolutely mad.

He used to boast
about giving his brother a blow job.

- Who are you talking about?
- Some bloke I used to play with.

Who does he play for now?

He's in a mental home now. Gentlemen...

...you all know Mattie Sullivan, right?
Two-goal hero.

What are you doing here?

I had a chat with the psychologist.
And this is my team,

whether I'm playing or not.

We win together and we lose together.

- Really?
- Yes.

And there's no better way
of getting the message out there,

like actually talking face to face
to the fans.

- Yes, that's exactly what I think.
- And my message is

- that Chris Booth is shit.
- Sorry?

Mattie here is a good lad
who says he's sorry.

And I tell you what -
I think it's not his fault.

Thank you, Petey.

It's Chris Booth's fault for playing him.

Well, I don't know...

And he said he could down a pint
quicker than anyone.

- (CHEERING)
- Do we want to see that?

- I don't really drink, so...
- Come on.

- Come on, then.
- Jesus Christ. Fine.

Get it down.

(CHANTING) Mattie! Mattie!

Mattie! Mattie! Mattie!

I was just saying that Chris doesn't know
what he's doing,

and Mattie agrees.

Mattie knows he wasn't ready
for that game.

He knows Chris is useless.

Oh, nearly finished.

Listen, guys, Chris is...

- Out of his depth. I agree.
- No, he's...

Going to get us relegated.
That is also possible.

- Is he really that bad, mate?
- No, just let me finish.

My playing career, if I keep getting
coached by Chris Booth...

Mattie, you're so right. Sad.

Told you! We're fucked!

Look, cheers for your honesty, yeah, Matt?

Bright boy, that one. Went to university,
and is a born-again virgin.

Oh.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Thanks for the support, man.

And don't forget to follow me on Twitter
and Insta.

I already do.

Yeah, to be totally frank, I don't really
like football, but I heard you were here

and I had to meet you.
We just agree on so much.

You know, we really speak the same
language online, if you understand me.

So you're just a fan of my social media,

- not even the football?
- Yeah.

I'd love you to look at my blog. We could
really use someone like you on board.

Oh, a celebrity.

A not-white celebrity.

Yeah, please.

Check out the page.

- Huh?
- What the fuck is this?

Oh, yeah. These guys.

Yeah, they've had a few problems.

Some sort of a link between them
and white supremacy groups.

- They're fucking what?
- Oh, they're not violent themselves.

It's more of a philosophical thing.

What the fuck?
Where is that piece of shit?

- Oh, we have a bigger issue.
- What, than a Nazi in the pub?

Oh, we call them alt-right now.
It's less offensive.

Because you're worried
about the Nazis' feelings?

The likes have dried up.

A pub full of losers saying sorry -
it's not a great brand.

- (SIGHS)
- You're still playing this?

Put 300 quid in this.
It's gonna pay out soon.

Petey is stirring up shit. He's trying
to get the fans to turn on Chris Booth.

Hey, the fans are all right, I think.

So, one of my fans is a fucking Nazi.

- What?
- Brian's been getting me likes

for all sorts of weird stuff.

Now this bloke thinks I'm Britain's
only black member of the alt-right.

- And you're not?
- Course I'm not!

I've got over 7,000 likes this week.
They can't all be fascists, can they?

Your social media is entirely conspiracy
theories and right-wing propaganda.

Exactly! Something for everyone.

Probably time to let Brian go, isn't it?

I'm going to have to talk to him.

I don't think only appealing to Nazis
is a good brand.

Worked for Hitler.

Bro, coming to this pub
was a terrible idea of yours.

It's been rough, yeah,
but, trust me, after last night

I'm certain it's better to meet the fans
face to face.

Then you can tell if they're Nazis or not.

- For one.
- All right, lads, cheer up.

The team's shit but at least
the chairman's buying the drinks!

I'm joking.

Thanks for coming to see us. Takes balls.

Well, I wanted to apologise in person
for the other night.

Don't worry about it.

Could have happened to anyone.

Especially on their debut.

I'd have been shitting myself.

- Ha. Thanks.
- See? Told you the fans are all right.

Mattie, what are you drinking, mate?

Er...

OK. Yeah. Can't hurt.

I'll have another pint of lager.

Lovely. Two Stella, please.

Oh, shut up! Of course it matters
more to me than it does to you!

I've sacrificed so much for my career
that I'm a born-again virgin.

That's how much I fucking care!

Yes, Stella, please, Steve.

Yeah, but you need to understand
that we pay your wages.

- That's absolute bullshit!
- What?

The club pays my wages, not you.
It's on my payslip.

And if you mean
you bought a season ticket,

then you need to know that season-ticket
money amounts to almost nothing

compared to the TV rights money.

So, unless you own either this club
or Sky Sports, you don't pay my wages!

Trouble with you - no fucking bottle.

Know all about the money,
nothing about the bottle.

Right. And I suppose you do?

Fucking right I do! Didn't bottle it
when that street lamp fell on me.

What? What?

Lamp in the street. Big one.

Street lamp. Fell on me.

Didn't bottle it.

How can you bottle it? It's a lamp.

The only way you could have bottled it
would be if the street lamp

had threatened to fall on you
and you ran away.

And if I were you,
I wouldn't go around telling people

about the chats you've had
with various types of outdoor lighting!

What about this, then?

- (ALL EXCLAIM)
- Oh, God!

OK, everyone!

It's been a great night, but it is time
for us to leave now - admittedly,

four minutes early. Come on.

Wait, wait.

The troll who kept me up all night
said he had a hole in his head.

I... I thought it was an expression.

I'm sure it is somewhere. Come on.

You're the prick who's been
taunting me, aren't you? You're Holehead.

Yeah. I am. And what of it?

What of it? I haven't slept for two days.

Well, you're a fucking baby, then!

I stand by it. You're shit, mate.

You would think that, cos you've got
a serious brain injury, haven't you?

Yeah, I have.

It wasn't a compliment, you fucking idiot!
I'm saying you're stupid!

I said I could do you the other night.
You keep talking, and I will.

OK, fine. Come on, then!

Go on, Holehead!

Mattie, what the fuck?

Get him off me!
He's got superhuman strength!

OK, that's enough. Pub's shut.

- No, it isn't.
- Stop taking videos, please.

Hey, come on. Pack that in now.

(COINS RATTLE)

- Fuck's sake...
- MATTIE: Help!

- Brian, what are you doing?
- Livestream.

My mate's in trouble here.
Don't share that.

This looks like it's going to be
your most viewed post ever.

We're on thousands already.

Who pays your wages, eh?

All right. One more minute.

- HOLEHEAD: I'm gonna fuck you up!
- MATTIE: Olivia!

- You don't like it, do you?
- Olivia!

Olivia, this is great, right?

We're in the entertainment business.
This is entertaining.

Listen, yeah? He attacked a fan.

That's not on.

But also, you've got
to admire his fighting spirit.

This club needs more of that!

I've had tougher fights.

Street lamp, for one.

But he's all right, that kid.
He's got bottle.

Yeah, great night.

Great to have Benji Achebe as an ally.