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Come on!

Really? So why French?

You are still with us, Wilkinson?

Well, I couldn't leave without
giving him a whipping first.

- Ah!
- Yes!

You were saying?

- Oh dear.
- Yeah.

Tension's still there.
I don't want to lose him.

- And Costante, it's his sister?
- Yeah.

No leads.

This was a good idea
to have us for a drink.

It's a good team.

- Come on!
- I don't want it to break up.

Teams like this stay together, despite, and

sometimes because of adversity.

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Can you turn this up, please?

... players of both sides,
were filing down the tunnel,

shortly after Legia's
victory this afternoon,

when the explosion happened.

The source of the blast
is, at this stage, unclear.

But it's believed to have originated
from the home changing room.

This is what we have from moments before.

Fredi, how difficult has it been
to keep your mind on the football,

with all the abuse you've received?

It's been tough,

I'm not gonna lie.

We just keep playing our game, and

hope people will see beyond
the color of our skin.

Well, your all-action display
in mid-field would've hurt.

Congratulations, you've
been named man of the match.

Thank you, but I cannot accept
this. It's gotta go to my teammate.

This is the real star here.

Uh, one more question,
please. One more question.

Er, do you feel Legia has turned
a corner with this recent victory?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Uh, things are gonna be different now.

- We're going up.
- Well, thank you and good luck.

Well, Fredi and the team have played
like absolute champions today, and I...

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The bomb went off in their locker room.

Manager and one player dead,

six players injured, one... very seriously.

Kalifa Konare, he lost
his leg above the knee.

The local police are claiming are
claiming international terrorism,

- which is where we fit in.
- Has anyone claimed it?

- No.
- Police could be trying to deflect

attention from the far-right element.

Black players are abused
in grounds all over Europe.

So, it might be racially motivated?

Legia Lubin was recently bought

by a Malaysian businessman,
named Victor Arshad.

Foreign ownership of football
clubs in Poland is very unusual.

And the fan base isn't
exactly crazy about the idea.

Demonstrations,

boycotts, the ultras have also been known

to send death threats to both
Kalifa Konare and Fredi Diagho.

They're recent signings from Mali.

What are ultras?

Hooligan fans,

most of them are far-right activists.

They look like a very nice group of people.

These players from Mali are seen
as a symbol of Arshad's ownership.

What do we know about the device?

Luke and I are heading
down to talk to forensics,

Marco and Arabela, head to the hospital.

Let's figure this out.

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People from here can't understand

how such a tragedy has happened.

My son is dead. They
have taken my little boy.

The question on everybody's lips, is why?

We're still waiting on frag and
chemical residue analysis, but right now,

- they think it was a small pipe bomb.
- It makes sense.

Probably made using
fertilizer as based explosive.

It's crude, but effective at this range.

- Any idea what the trigger was?
- They say it was a cellphone.

Pipe bomb like this could
be triggered from anywhere.

What's the security like here?

Well, it was recently upgraded because of

threats towards the Malian
players and the owner.

Is there any entry logs,
any security footage?

It's on its way.

So, we have an explosive that anyone
with access to the internet can make,

that could be triggered from anywhere.

Loving those odds.

A pipe bomb is usually
packed with ball bearings,

nuts, and bolts.

This one had glass in it.

Is that weird?

Well, glass doesn't show
up very well on x-rays, so,

- that makes surgeries very hard.
- That's horrible.

So, if this attack was racially motivated,

isn't pipe bomb a little bit...

- Indiscriminate?
- Right.

Two white men dead as well.

But the bomb was placed
in Kalifa Konare's locker.

Maybe they misjudged the
size of the explosion.

Or that he would survive.

Mr. Diagho?

I'm Inspector Marco Costante,

with the International Criminal Court.

Inspector Arabela Seeger.

No more police.

Mr. Diagho, we just want to
ask you a couple of questions

regarding yesterday's events.

The national police in Mali
are notoriously corrupt.

He has no reason to trust us.

You don't have to say anything.

But if you want to, I'll be right here.

It should have been me.

What did they do, these animals?

You will be looked after.

Whatever he needs, and his family.

You must be Mr. Arshad?

Inspector Seeger and Costante from the ICC.

We would just like to
ask a couple of questions.

What is mine is at your disposal.

Thanks.

Go home. Get some rest.

I'll stay with Kalifa.

Yes, Arshad.

Maybe we should step outside.

It is my fault.

For bringing them to this country.

I sold them a dream of
a... civilized society.

But these savages will never accept
us because we're a different color.

You think this was a
racially motivated attack?

What else?

I brought my money to Poland

to help Legia to get into
Europe, the Champion's League.

Polish people I love,

they welcome me, they welcome my family.

But these... ultras,

I do not even call them supporters,

they're like a, disease.

What a nerve.

Do you know this man?

Miroslaw Cena.

The manager you fired shortly
after you bought the club?

After 15 years of service.

I had no choice.

He is the ring leader of these ultras.

Please,

you find who did this.

And bring them to justice.

Oh, we intend to.

It's always cold here.

Where are you from?

My father is from Nigeria,
but I grew up in Holland, so,

I'm used to it.

Could you go back to Mali?

No, I could not.

When my village heard I was
going to be a footballer in Europe

it was the proudest
day in my father's life.

To return as a failure would
bring disgrace to my family.

You could change clubs.

Maybe Spain or Italy.

Maybe one day.

I wait for Arshad to
tell me where to go next.

Arshad doesn't own you.

Yes.

My registration belongs to him.

It was not Legia who
bought me from AS Bamako,

it was Arshad himself

- who paid for the transfer fee.
- One man cannot own another.

European clubs do not come
to Mali to look for players.

Arshad gave me my dream.

Without him I would have nothing.

Turn in here.

I'm Carine Strand, this
is Inspector Costante.

Any budding Lewandowskis?

Bonieks, that's who we
are really looking for.

I've got coffee in my office. Please.

Is this real?

Boniek's shirt.

I played with him, you know.

Yeah, briefly at Widzew L�dz.

At Juventus, they used to
call him Bello di notte.

And today,

one hundred million, just for his bad foot.

How come...

I left because of a...

let's just say because of
a difference of opinion.

And was this difference of
opinion with Victor Arshad?

To do with your connection, to the
right-wing followers of the club?

Is that what he told you?

Well, he didn't have to. They're
still chanting your name at games.

And what can I do about that?

They're lunatics.

But they love me because
they think I am like them.

A Lubin boy... a

small-town boy who became somebody.

So you're denying that
your conflict with Arshad

had anything to do with
the players from Mali?

I don't deny shit.

So you did have a problem
with Konare and Diagho.

Damn right I had a problem.

Because they were immigrants, because

- they were black?
- Come on!

Because fucking Arshad told me

that I must select them
every game, no matter what!

They both had to play?

Even if their form was bad,
if other players were better?

Right!

So, I had to resign.

I don't care if it's...

Diagho, Boniek or Lionel Messi.

The manager picks the team. Period.

Otherwise, how do you look
your players in the eyes?

Ah...

This is more than football. Too much money.

For Arshad, Legia is just a business deal.

But for me,

that club was my life.

I would rather

blow myself up.

Why would Arshad play
the Malians in every game?

If he puts them on display, would he
get more money when he sold them on?

As a club owner, he'd profit from
the sale of any of his players.

Ellie,

I need you to look into Victor Arshad.

Personal, business, whatever you can find.

Sit.

Djablani,

from the Baobab tree.

My mother sends it for strength.

Thank you.

I must check on Konare.

Fredi,

the bomb was found in Konare's locker,

can you explain that?

I understand that you're frightened,

but if you know anything which could help,

anything which is relevant,
you have to tell me.

Fredi...

Get down!

Let's turn this monkey's trailer over!

Hang on!

Luke, I need your help!

Luke, get here, now!

Police, stop!

Police!

Hey! Stay down!

Down!

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Oy!

- What about the others?
- He'll do.

He was calling the shots.

- Are you hurt?
- No.

They're gone. It's OK.

Please.

Can you take me to the hospital?

- Konare is not so good.
- Of course.

- Old school.
- What is?

Powder residue.

Gunpowder.

What kind of glass is this?

The same black glass surgeons
pulled out of the victims.

- That's the bomb?
- Yeah.

Someone must have swapped the real
bottle for this one during the game.

Where's the man-of-the-match
champagne usually stored?

In their broadcasting truck.

In the executive car park.

I've got CCTV... here.

I've isolated and ID'd everyone who
passed through the executive entrance.

They're mostly execs, business
men, no one of any interest, except

Eddie Belka.

He has a string of convictions
for stalking footballers

including breaking and entrance
into a footballer's house.

He has a Twitter ban,

and is excluded from numerous
football clubs, including Legia.

So, he shouldn't even
have been at the game.

He probably got round the ban

by paying ticket touts
through the nose for VIP seats.

- Forward to Carine's address.
- Yeah.

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Do you think I should
wear black to the funeral?

Or maybe, uh,

a suit in Legia colours.

- I think it's gonna be family only.
- Oh, they want me there.

Mr. Belka, did you send a tweet
to the footballer, Fredi Diagho,

"You make me sick.

I hope you die in a fucking car crash."

- I... I didn't mean it like that.
- But those are your words.

Football. Football is pure emotion.

- Right?
- But it can spill over into the unhealthy,

like when you were banned from the English
grounds for attacking that linesman.

Oh! Come on, lady, it was like

ten yards off side, at least.

And I was angry before... before the

diagnosis, before the meds.

- Oh.
- Uh, I... I'm good now.

I'm... I'm good right now. I'm fine.

Everything is like...

uh... that day,

Diagho,

cost us derby against our local rival.

He was sent off after seven minutes

for a punch.

That's why we lost.

We lose, uh... 4:0.

That's the problem with
these foreign players, huh?

I mean, they just don't know what it means.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're fucking right.
- Huh?

Last time I...

I couldn't leave my house, like, for weeks.

After that defeat. Do they hurt like this?

You want... you want to show
them how it feels sometimes? Huh?

You know, like how... how you feel,
what's the pain you're going through?

You mean, like, uh,

hurt a Legia player?

Hey, if he's not giving everything for
the cause, why not? I mean, fuck him! Ha!

- Are you high?
- Not right now, no.

Once a man puts on the shirt,
he is my brother, for life!

And you don't fuck with family!

- Do you mind if I... please?
- No, no, no, no, no, no!

- You can't!
- OK.

You can't touch anything, please.

- Take it easy. All right, look,
- Ah.

putting it back. OK.

- There you go.
- Ah.

Can I take a photo?

OK.

This guy is no more a killer
than I am. We're wasting our time.

Maybe.

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm not sure yet.

But I know Sebastian is gonna love these.

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He tested negative for any
explosive residue. This is his file.

It's a bit light for the leader
of a gang of football hooligans.

Speeding violations.

Does that strike you as odd?

You're a real tough guy.

A Nazi-sympathizing football hooligan

who's comfortable with attacking a
player's home for the color of his skin.

I just protect my country
from immigrant scum.

And what a noble cause that is.

Mercedes S Class. That's
a nice set of wheels.

Now, I don't know very
much about cars, but,

how much would a vehicle
like that set you back?

Ninety, hundred thousand Euros?

- Isn't that right, Artur ?
- It's not my car.

It's strange that you've got no
records of working for Berlian Legia,

and yet there you are.

Driving their Merc.

So, I do a little driving
work off the books.

Arrest me for tax evasion.

Or you can suck my dick.

Such a beautiful language, isn't it?

The passenger, who is he?

- A client.
- Named?

By the way, can I see your tattoos?

Tattoos are mandatory for
the Legia ultras, right?

Swastikas, Legia Lubin badges,

- nationalist symbols.
- Yet, you're clean as a whistle.

Fancy explaining that?

It's a distraction.

So, the attack on the caravan was a fake?

No, the attack was real enough, but

Slomski is no more a
right-wing activist than I am.

He has no priors, no battle
scars, not even a stadium ban.

Look at this photo of him here.

So not only a distraction,

a misdirection designed to
give us a credible alternative,

- to the real bomber.
- Yeah, but who's doing the misdirecting?

Who's that?

He said a client.

Did you get me anything on Victor Arshad?

As much as I could. He
doesn't leave a trail.

- Arabela, where are you?
- I'm at the hospital.

Konare is in a very bad way.

Did you get anything out of Diagho?

I get the feeling he's hiding something.
He's just too scared to tell me.

What does your instinct say?

It's something about Arshad.

He talks about him like he's this
great savior. I'm just not buying it.

OK. We're on the same page.
We need something concrete.

Understood.

OK. Let's focus on Victor Arshad.

I'm so sorry.

We lost him.

The other guy that was here,

- where is he?
- He left.

Thank you.

Someone in your team has been
making inquiries about Victor Arshad.

- Yes.
- Don't.

Her Majesty's government
is using Arshad as a broker,

for a multi-billion dollar

Anglo-Malaysian trade deal.

They can't have him sullied
by a criminal investigation.

Well, I won't have my case
blocked by any government.

- Oh, I'm not blocking anything.
- Doesn't sound like that to me.

On the contrary.

If you could find
something incontrovertible,

there would be gratitude.

Just don't make any noise
while you're doing it.

Otherwise Arshad will hear it.

- British government wants him too.
- I didn't say that.

Well, he's obviously a big fish,

and hard to catch, or this
trade deal wouldn't exist.

You want us to do the dirty work

but we still don't know if he's our guy.

Give us something.

Berlian Casino.

We traced one of Arshad's holding
companies in the Cayman Islands

to a controlling interest
in the Berlian Casino chain.

- There's one in Lubin.
- Which is believed to be his European hub.

But all his business is
done on encrypted lines

- from a room in the casino.
- Encrypted how?

You'd have to get inside to find out.

But as I say,

- go after Arshad...
- Go after Arshad carefully.

And do no make any noise.

Otherwise we will never see him again.

And then it won't be
gratitude coming your way.

This is Artur Slomski's signature.

And... this

is Artur Slomski's speeding violations.

- Not Slomski.
- Nope.

Most of the fines were paid by a
Dutch citizen by the name of Joep Mees.

And guess where he was

two hours before the bomb went off?

- The executive area at Lubin stadium.
- Any motive for Mees?

No causes, no activism,

- he's low level.
- Anything to connect him with Arshad?

- Arshad's a ghost. We got nothing on him.
- Yes, we do.

Mees is security consultant
for a Berlian Casinos.

Am I missing something?

Arshad is the owner of
the Berlian Casinos Group.

Amongst other things, according

- to the British government.
- Could Arshad have employed them both?

Mees to place the bomb, and
Slomski to create a diversion?

Without motive?

- It's purely circumstantial.
- But, w... w... w...

why would Arshad kill his own players?

Sebastian?

Sebastian, are you there?

I know exactly what Arshad's doing.

Match fixing?

Arshad's been using Diagho and Konare

to influence events on the bench.

And making millions through a gambling
syndicate stretching back to the Far East.

And you're confident that these syndicates

are placing bets on games
that Arshad has rigged?

- Show him.
- I thought you'd never ask.

Based on Belka's spreadsheets

which are pretty much
works of art by the way...

I had a feeling you were gonna say that.

Legia Lubin aren't much going forward

but their defense is solid.

An average of 0.6 goals conceded per match.

Their ratio would be even more impressive

if it weren't for these three matches.

- 4:0, 5:1...
- 6:0. Wow!

Bad day at the office.

But. what have these games got in common?

- Diagho and Konare?
- Correct.

Fredi Diagho was sent off
in all three heavy defeats.

How come no one sees that as strange?

Spread over a two-year period,

it just looks like a player
with a red mist problem.

Plenty of them around.

But playing back in Mali,

zero red cards in his entire career.

Does one player being sent off the
pitch change the game that much?

Considering each time it happened
within the first twenty minutes,

it can. But the result
is not the only market.

You can bet on anything. Goals,
scores, number of corners,

time of the first throw-in.

Or in this case, red cards
before half-time, and...

- own goals.
- Konare.

Two own goals in one of
these matches, one in another.

Own goals are serious long odds,

money in the bank, if
you know they're coming.

Is there a way that we
can establish definitively

that it is Arshad who's
putting the fix-in?

I would have to cross-reference these
matches with the relevant betting patterns.

Well...

- Konare died.
- Shit.

And Diagho's disappeared.

I thought he might go to the
stadium, but I came up blank.

- I'm worried he might do something stupid.
- Luke.

You need to see this.

- Hang on a minute.
- Yeah.

This is the Berlian Casino.

And what is that?

You were right about his stupid.

Over 1.5 million euros placed
via a betting exchanges on

each of these matches.

- And on the average Polish league game?
- 50,000...

- max.
- So, Arshad buys these guys

he controls their careers, and then
they have to do whatever he wants

- during the game.
- Do we now have enough proof?

No. We're talking thousands of small bets
placed all at the same time though proxies.

And none of this ties into the bomb?

We need more.

Keep digging.

- Let me go.
- What are you doing here, Fredi?

What are you doing here?!

Are you done?

I thought you didn't know anything.

I'm sorry about your friend,

but you are about to ruin our
investigation and your life.

- What life?
- Fredi!

You know Mees?

Is he the one fixing the matches?

OK.

You and me need to talk.

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Arshad told us the idea first.

That we are to do what
he said on the pitch.

Play against our teammates.

- And you said...?
- No!

Of course.

Football is in my soul.

I did not train my entire life
to betray the game like this.

But eventually you did betray it.

What did he do to persuade you?

Arshad, nothing.

Mees...

he threatened us,

our families,

teammates. If we refuse,

he will punish us.

Me and Kalifa we say "OK".

Legia is in the middle of the table,

one game is not going to
change anything, up or down.

But after the one game,

Mees threatens to report us to UEFA.

Life ban.

Then we had to keep doing it.

- Do you believe Mees is behind the bomb?
- Of course.

What makes you so certain?

This was one of the games.

Kalifa was to get red card,
I was to give penalty away.

Why didn't you?

I looked at Kalifa in training,

he could be something.

Special, you know?

Me, I'm OK, I get up and down, but him,

this talent is a gift.

And we were throwing it back in God's face.

I say to him, "This is the end".

"Today we play with honor."

We told Arshad and Mees
we wouldn't do it anymore.

When was this?

Two days ago.

- Arshad went crazy.
- Did he threaten you?

- Mees did.
- But you played to win anyway?

I didn't believe they
would go through with it.

And now my teammates are dead.

Because of me.

Presumably, they meant
for you to die as well.

I'm only alive because a
boy asked for my signature.

After all Arshad's efforts,

to bring you over from Mali,
and leveraging you into doing

what he wants, why would he

murder his prize assets?

As a warning to the others.

What others?

Arshad owns many players at other clubs.

All across Europe.

Blackmails them too.

If any were thinking of rebelling
against him, now they know what happens.

What makes you so certain there are others?

- Maybe he just wanted you to believe that.
- Arshad showed me.

- In Mees' office.
- At the Berlian Casino?

The little room with the big computers.

They talk about the fixing
only in Mees' office.

We watched another game.

Serbian league.

Arshad says "Watch, in five
minutes, there will be penalty."

Five minutes,

penalty.

They are putting bets on, in
front of us, making so much money.

Fredi, we wanna bring
a stop to all of this,

and put Arshad and Mees
in prison for a long time.

We need your help.

Do you think there'll
ever be a German Bond?

Berger. Sebastian Berger.

That is the high roller room.

Invitation only. And the only way

into the secure room Arshad
uses for communications.

We tapped into their system, but

that room has its own
security which we can't crack.

Mees is the only person
we've seen, in or out.

So to get the access code, we need to
give him a reason to enter that room.

Well, would you look
what the cat dragged in.

The casino has 2,000 CCTV cameras

and some motion sensors.

Any nervousness will
be seen as card-counting

- or collusion, and you will be ejected.
- And watch your back.

Arshad didn't hesitate to blow
up a room full of athletes,

he'll do anything to protect his empire.

Excuse me for a minute.

If Fredi's intelligence leads
us to a bust, can we do anything?

He's facing a life ban.

I'm sorry, I truly don't know.

Yes.

I shouldn't be the one doing this.

I can't handle it.

You are the only one
of us with the expertise

to manage those encrypted lines.

I can talk Luke through it.

- Seriously, it's not that hard.
- No.

It's not fair. You know me.

I am a gambling man too, Berger.

I am betting on you.

- I believe you can.
- No, you don't.

I can't go back to being
the gambling addict I was.

You are not going to back, Berger.

You're finally going beyond
your old self-centered life

and your commitment to this new life

gives you a strength
to do whatever you want.

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Thanks.

Thank you, sir.

And now the VIP room.

Thank you, sir.

That's it.

The door to Mees' office.

All we need now is the code.

Shit.

We need a clean view of that keypad.

Move.

Sebastian's got to get rid of this bloke.

Come on.

Take this guy out!

Fold.

What?

What is he waiting for.

Raise.

Oh, that's a poker face.

Boom.

He knew.

Carine, you're up.

I need to speak with your
head of security, Joep Mees.

This is Inspector Carine Strand.

What it's about is a police matter.

Put me through to him.

Carry on.

On his way.

What is it?

Did we get that?

Look...

Sebastian's camera is also heat sensitive.

It's just a matter of
watching the faint pattern.

Snazzy.

One, four...

Mr. Mees, I did you the courtesy

of not embarrassing you by flashing
my badge in front of your customers.

Meet me outside the casino. Now.

I'm not asking.

Ah...

VIP card.

- VIP card?
- Yes.

- Yeah, sure.
- Marco plays a convincing drunk.

VIP card. Frigging cards.

You know what? I don't need
a VIP card. Know what I need?

- The VIP card?
- Yeah, OK.

And that's how you run interference.

Yeah.

OK, OK. No VIP card... c...

- Just... come on, guys. I mean guys.
- Think about it.

Come on. Hey!

1-4-0-4-1-9-9-1.

Joep Mees, what can I do for you?

The European Gaming Commission
has reason to believe

that your casino is employing staff
known to have a criminal record.

We run scrupulous background
checks on all our employees.

Oh, not scrupulous enough.

Are you aware,

that two of your croupiers are working

under assumed names?

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Schei�e!

This could lead to a termination
of your casino license.

I'm sure it has been just a mistake.

I'm equally certain there has not been.

If this is not rectified, your
casino will face substantial fines.

Possibly closure.

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Well, let me look into it,
and I'll get back to you.

He's still at it, keep Mees there.

Mr. Mees,

did I tell you this conversation was over?

Do you have the card?

- Do I have a card?
- Yeah.

- To give him.
- Your... your card?

- Yes.
- No, my card.

- It... yeah?
- A number of cards...

- Um...
- Oh God.

- No, no, wait, wait.
- No, no, it's fine. I...

Arabela, they can't hold him. Go.

Fine.

- Sebastian, get out of there.
- Time to go, mate.

Just a little longer.

No, we're out of time.

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Got it!

Oh my... oh, shit! Sorry, sorry.

- Whoa. No, no, are you OK, man?

- I'm so sorry. I'm a little drunk, yeah.
- Get this guy out of here.

You know, it's OK. Hey!

Hey, how are you?

- Fine, I'm fine. Yeah.
- Do you wanna have a drink?

- Maybe later. OK. Bye.
- OK.

What are you doing?

- Is this not the toilet?
- It's over there.

Hey.

I think we can run it
a bit closer next time.

What?

Oh.

I... uh, scrambled the signals
in case anyone was listening.

What'd we get?

Cameras, audio, and every
keystroke they input comes

directly to us.

So, if they incriminate themselves,

we will have them.

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What's so urgent?

Diagho has gone to the police.

That piece of shit should be dead.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

They've nothing but his word.

The match proceeds tonight as planned.

Is this a good time to talk
about me getting a raise?

_

_

- Come on!
- Maybe you're just not very good

- at this game.
- Yes!

All right, Delfont-Bogard.

You and me. It's on.

Show him.

They say that adversity
brings a team together.

Something like that.

I give up.

- Straight to the bar.
- Oh, come on. Rematch.

Thanks, for the belief.

All right, my turn.

It was all down to you, Berger.

Have you told young Erik yet?

- No.
- Well you must do. You must.

Sons love to hear about
their fathers heroic exploits.

I will.

Jan, could you turn it up, please?

Club owner, Victor
Arshad, was today arrested

as the mastermind of a pan-European
match fixing syndicates.

Arshad was thought to have fixed
the outcome of hundreds of matches,

and to be behind the
bombing of Legia stadium,

which injured sixteen, and
killed controversial player

Kalifa Konare.

Why are we here?

It's still under review, but
we have enough evidence to prove

to UEFA that you were severely coerced.

And we're pushing for their leniency.

And in the meantime, there's
somebody you should talk to.

Legia's new manager.

Thank you.

I will honor Kalifa.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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