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- Hello? - Hi, I'm Elias Holm. I play at Akademiet.

- I'm in need of an agent. - Hi, Elias.

I'm negotiating with Rosenborg. I'm convinced an agent could put the pressure on them.

Do you have time for a meeting today?

Sorry, that's utterly unrealistic. I have conferences all day.

- Conferences where? - Skybar. By Lerkendal.

I can drop by for a five-minute chat. I don't need much time at all.

It doesn't matter. I'm sorry, I simply don't have the time.

I can meet you in a month, at the earliest. How about that?

- Okay, bye. - Alright.

- Hey there, man. - Fuck off.

Please, dad. Not now.

4 days until the finals.

- How did it go today? - I messed up...

So much shame, guilt and stigma...

Keep in mind that you're a professional soccer player now. This is your job.

Behave accordingly. We'll make sure you get to play in the finals.

This was just a minor slip-up.

That can be remedied. We'll get back on track.

- You didn't tell anyone, did you? - Hm?

- You didn't tell anyone? - Stop it.

Huh? Sure, I spilled all the beans.

You all have a lot of weight on your shoulders. I get that.

I get that you feel the need to vent.

That you look for an outlet.

But do you know what I don't get?

That someone here chooses to let his teammates down.

That someone here chooses to stab his brothers-in-arms in the back.

That someone chooses to consume alcohol this close to a match where we must excel...

That I don't get.

But it's never happening again. For any of you.

- Is that understood? - Yes.

Good.

You guys drank as well. Why must I take the fall?

Should we tell Samir, then? We can't do that.

The two of us should keep quiet.

Erase everything from your phone.

- Fuck today's practice. I can't be bothered. - What?!

- I can't be bothered. - You're risking your contract over this?

You know Samir. He'll lighten up in a few hours.

Did you see Samir today? He looked ready to kill someone.

- Let's go. - I'm still looking for...

I'll be right there.

- Do you know where the coriander is? - Hm?

I'm looking for coriander, but can't find it. Maybe you know where it is?

Sure, I know where the coriander is.

- You need it now? - Yes.

I'll help you find it. Sorry, I'm...

It's probably in the veggie department.

- You do know what coriander looks like? - Yes, absolutely.

But it doesn't look like they have any today.

So...

- Coriander. - Oh, that's coriander?

Nice, then I found it for you.

- Mina, by the way. - Elias.

- Nice to meet you. - Elias Holm.

You're new to Rosenborg? Moved here recently?

Would you mind showing me around town sometime?

- Around town? Sure. - I don't know my way around here yet.

- Elias, the bus is leaving. - I'm coming.

- It's coming in two minutes. - I'll be right there. I'm coming!

I'd love to show you around town today.

- I have to get to school. - Yes, your bus is leaving.

- Your bus is leaving! - Right. Bye.

Guys!

"I'm coming!"

Sorry, I can't deal with this. I'm going home.

Tell them I'll be there.

David!

What's up? Not going to school?

- I can't be bothered. - But I'll see you at tonight's practice?

- What is it to you? - What's that supposed to mean?

- It's this Saturday. You can't skip practice! - Fuck this finals.

- Samir said he wouldn't let me play. - Fuck what Samir says.

You show up for practice and we do our thing, like always.

What if I get injured? You know that you're the only substitute.

- David, you're going with me. - Alright, I'll show up for practice. Okay?

Okay? I'll teach you how to score goals.

- I have to run to school now. - Later.

- Are you paying attention? - Yes.

And one more!

Elias?

David was dropped from the starting line-up. And he didn't show up today.

He will show up. He told me he would.

Well, now we have an open spot.

Do not assume that it's yours.

Claim that spot today if you can.

If you want the spot, you'd better prove yourself in the finals. Understood?

Now scram.

Alright, boys! Counter-attacks will be our strongest weapon against Stabæk.

Whenever we get the ball, get it up the field at once.

Hammer that into your heads: Counter, counter, counter!

- I've got it! - Go for it!

No! Sorry.

Why don't you fucking go for it when I ask you to? It was yours!

Once more!

- Go! - You'll get it this time, David.

Get off the field! Next!

There!

- Yeah, David! - Set it up!

- In, in, in! - Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, 45! 45!

Wow! Well played!

Elias?

- What the fuck was that? - We aced it!

I see what you're doing. You're trying to make up for snitching.

You got what you wanted. He's been dropped.

Fuck your bad conscience.

- Anything else? - You can go.

- Just get in there. - I don't love this temperature.

Hello.

- What did Samir say? - The usual.

You know Samir. There's always something.

- No restitution for you today? - Nah, I'm skipping it.

- Okay. So we're not leaving together? - No, I have to go. Sorry.

- Well played, though. - Thanks. Likewise.

- Where are you headed? - Mom and I are meeting with Samir.

To talk about what?

I can't accept being dropped from the finals.

- Later. - Later.

Something to look forward to, Elias.

Restitution for the win!

SAMIR Sorry. You're no snitch. You fearlessly stood up for your team.

Scott?

Elias, right?

I don't see the issue here. They said they'd follow up after the finals.

They keep postponing our meetings.

I've heard good things about you, but never seen you play. What do you expect from me?

Would you like me to show up and make demands, or what?

- Watch me practice tomorrow. - Never interrupt me at a conference.

You do realize that I'm working right now?

Alright, listen. We pick this thread up in a month or so.

Does that work for you?

I thought you were young and ambitious. I guess I was mistaken.

- I guess I'm not, then. - Oh? When did that change?

Alright, fuck it.

I'll come watch you play. Send me the time and place.

Hey, want to show me around T-Town tomorrow? Swag.

Sure. I'll bring the coriander.

Looking forward to it