The English Game (2020) s01e04 Episode Script

[loud machinery whirring]
[indistinct yelling]
[grunts]
How much is Cartwright paying you?
- Six pounds per week.
- [scoffs]
When I bought you from Partick,
you left without a qualm.
I should have known one day
someone would come along
and buy you from me.
I do appreciate
the opportunity you gave me.
- But not enough to stay when money calls.
- My family needs it.
I had to.
[Fergus] Sir
[loud thud]
[coins jangling]
Your last payment.
You would've been a hero here.
I hope it's worth it.
[coins jangle]
- You should have told me.
- I know I should.
I spoke to Cartwright.
He wants you as well.
He pays a lot more than Walsh, Jimmy.
You'll never have to work in a mill again.
Just football.
That's it.
And if the FA asks
how you earn your wage?
We work in Mr. Cartwright's office.
Except you don't!
- Anyway, it's not about the football.
- Blackburn is still in the Cup.
We can win it together.
We came here together.
You went to Blackburn on your own.
You left me.
Darwen's my team and my family now.
[Alma] Hmm.
I'm not sure I ever said thank you.
I'm very sure you don't need to.
Come on.
[Arthur] I missed you.
[Alma] I don't know why. I never left.
[Alma chuckles]
It may be sunny,
but I'm frightfully cold.
[Alma murmurs]
The only trouble
with Scottish weather is
there's so much of it in Scotland.
[Alma laughs]
[Arthur chuckles]
[laughs]
I must head back down to Monkey's soon.
Got a match against Preston coming up.
What would you like me to do?
Well, if you're really asking,
I'd like you to come with me.
Perhaps you could watch the game.
I'd like that, too.
And there's someone there
I want you to meet.
[Fergus] I think I owe you an apology.
You don't owe me anything.
[scrubbing continues]
Well, I am.
I am sorry, anyway.
I should be pleased.
Darwen has a new villain to gossip about.
- You're no villain.
- [Martha laughs]
Tell that to all the women who think that
Jenie might be their husband's daughter.
I had to say yes to Cartwright.
I have responsibilities.
Well, I hope you have a wonderful life
in Blackburn.
Watch your feet.
I may play for Blackburn
but I'll be staying in Darwen.
Why?
Where else will I find a lass
who cleans my shoes?
[chuckles]
[soft footsteps approaching]
[Cartwright] There he is.
Distracting the staff.
[Fergus] Sorry.
- I got lost.
- Come with me.
It's time to show you the future.
I've had the pitch leveled
and all of this is new.
- [man 1] Over here!
- New facilities.
- [man 2] Go on, get it!
- New stand.
[man 1] Cut!
We get 2,000 or more
most games these days.
[man 2] Big tackle.
You're right. This is the future.
[man 1] That's it. Nice.
Good going, Jack.
- Is that?
- England International Jack Hunter.
- [Fergus] But he plays for Sheffield.
- He did.
Like Burns played for Partick,
and you played for Darwen.
I'm assembling a team
of the best players north of Eton.
You found a place in town yet?
I thought I might stay in Darwen.
Something or someone special there?
Maybe.
Keep your mind on football, Mr. Suter,
on the Druids in the quarter-finals.
I hope I get my money's worth.
[Arthur] This is where these women
choose to live?
When they have nowhere else to go, Arthur.
It's not a choice, exactly.
[woman] It's just through here.
And I thought the outside
looked rather grim.
I was told Miss Cronshaw was here.
Miss Cronshaw?
Mrs. Kinnaird.
I wanted to see
how you and your daughter were faring.
[sobbing]
Miss Cronshaw?
Betsy?
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
How long did she live?
She isn't dead.
I gave her away.
I see.
[Arthur] There's nothing unusual
in that, my dear.
Miss Cronshaw had to think
of her daughter's welfare.
- Didn't you?
- That's what they told me,
and if I gave her up,
I could start again, so to speak,
without a black mark against my name.
I daresay that's true.
But when I met her
when I held her little hand in mine
You could've told them
you changed your mind.
Alma.
[Betsy] They never even gave me a chance.
It all happened so quickly.
I never said goodbye.
[Betsy] Not properly.
I suppose I'm being punished for my sin.
I'm not sure I see it that way.
[Betsy] How do you see it?
I see a brave woman having to endure
something unendurable.
I called her after you, ma'am.
Alma.
She'd never have been born without you.
Darling, do you really want
to disturb the arrangements?
I'm not sure what I want.
[knock on door]
Mrs. Kinnaird, what a pleasant surprise.
I hope you've not been waiting long.
- Miss Cronshaw wants her daughter back.
- Uh, I think
- what Mrs. Kinnaird means
- She deeply regrets letting her go.
You must know that is quite normal
for mothers who have given up
their children for adoption.
It seems so cruel.
It is reality, Mrs. Kinnaird.
What future
do you think that child would have
with a mother who'd been expelled
from decent society?
Then we shall give Miss Cronshaw
an allowance
- until she's able to find employment.
- My dear
That is kind,
but it wouldn't change anything.
This way, the girl will grow up
in a loving family, and
no one will ever know
the stain of her birth.
- Anyway, it's too late.
- Why?
Because the child has already been placed.
Who's taken her?
We never give out that information,
but it's all very respectable.
I am sorry, and I do understand
how painful these decisions can be,
but this really
is the best course for everyone.
[Arthur] Yes.
Um, our apologies for taking up
your time, Mrs. Cartwright.
Yes, thank you.
[door opens]
[door closes]
The manager told me
a customer had asked to see me.
Well, I thought if I said my name,
you might not come.
I wouldn't have.
- You look very well.
- [chuckles]
I look tired.
Jenie wakes early every morn
and will not be told.
I, uh
saw you with Mr. Suter.
I know.
I'm not sure he deserves you.
I'm not sure I deserve him.
I don't suppose you ever think of me?
I think of you all the time.
I think of you.
Fifty times a day
I decide to give it all up
- and be with you.
- And yet
I can't always wait for you.
If I were to leave Lydia
for a woman who bore my child,
when that's the one thing
she can never have
I don't think she'd recover.
I knew what I was doing, John.
My eyes were open. You're not to blame.
If you are
well, so am I.
But my life has got lost in all this,
and I want it back.
You've made your choice and
[exhales sharply]
I think it's the right one, but
now you must let me go my own way.
- [floorboards creak]
- [Cartwright gasps]
Mr. Walsh to see you, sir.
Why am I here?
The Old Etonians are playing Preston
in a few days' time.
I do follow the football.
I've heard rumors.
They're very concerned by reports of
professionalism in the Lancashire area.
And with good reason,
as we both know.
They may be asking around,
and I'd appreciate your
discretion with regard to Fergus Suter.
That boy had something special for Darwen,
but you took him.
You took the heart of our team.
Just as you bought him from Partick.
You showed me the way.
A hundred pounds
to compensate you for Suter,
and I propose a match played here
between my Blackburn
and your Darwen next week.
We'll split the receipts,
which will be large.
Rivalry's good for business.
You don't have to cook for me.
I know.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Jimmy] I swear I'm going deaf
from them machines.
[Doris pours tea]
Cheers, love.
I can get you free tickets
to the match tomorrow if you like.
The Druids are said to be seven feet tall
with hair down to their knees. [chuckles]
You've got to speak to me
at some point, Jimmy.
- We live together.
- Well, maybe it's time you moved out.
I suppose you can afford it.
If that's what you want.
Since when have you cared
about what I want?
Fine.
[Doris] He's your best friend.
Without him, we'd never have met.
I left my home and my team for him.
And now he's just left me
left all of us to join our biggest rivals.
And he was rubbish in the Cup,
so we're knocked out.
What kind of a friend is that?
[Jimmy] No friend of mine,
that's for sure.
Oh, I've almost done this lot, sir.
I'll finish the other box tomorrow.
No, Martha, I'm afraid you won't.
I saw you earlier.
Perhaps you think you can
climb the ladder here
by seducing men of influence.
Well, Mr. Cartwright is a good man.
A married man.
- I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again.
- No, it won't.
We accepted you had a child
without benefit of clergy,
but I see now such behavior
is habitual for you.
I need this job, sir.
I thought better of you.
There's no place for your sort here.
[blowing]
[laughter]
As I thought, all huff and no puff.
Speaking of which, who's coming with me
to see Blackburn play the Welsh Druids?
- Are you going?
- Certainly.
If we beat Preston, we could be
against one of them in the final.
- I want to see them play.
- I'll join you.
I'm curious to see Suter make his bow.
[Arthur] Suter?
Has he left Darwen?
When did that happen and why?
Oh, Blackburn are building a team
to beat everyone.
Even the best.
Well, the best aren't the best
if they can be beaten.
It's not right, all these players
changing team willy-nilly.
Scared of a little competition, Alfred?
They're not competition,
they're a sideshow.
I shall enjoy seeing the Druids
give them a good thrashing.
- Are you feeling quite well, Alma?
- [Lyttelton] Good.
Sorry, my mind is
[Alma sighs]
I'm fine.
[Lyttelton] What am I to say?
My brother gave them to me.
That child will be far better cared for
in a family with means.
Surely, no one could love a child
more than its own mother.
Darling, I know you're thinking of Henry,
and of course I would give anything
to have him here now,
but you must understand the circumstances
of this case are very different.
Why?
Both Miss Cronshaw and I
have lost a child.
[Lyttelton blows sharply]
[Lyttelton] Your turn, Arthur,
unless you've retired
after your first dismal effort.
[Hornby] Oh, Arthur won't give in
that easily.
He has to do much worse
before he throws in the towel.
[Arthur] Shut up.
[men chuckle]
I'm getting the hang of this.
Oh, my dear, I wish I could help.
But you can,
now that I think of it.
In what way?
I need an address.
[chuckles]
I have a feeling I'm going to regret
making the offer.
How are you finding married life, then?
Not that different.
Pretty much the same.
But you feel sort of
trapped.
Trapped?
Forced to live
with a goddess amongst women,
in endless happiness.
[laughter]
[loud thud]
[Doris laughing]
[Doris and Jimmy laughing]
[laughter continues]
Mrs. Hornby.
I'm sorry,
no one told me you were coming in.
- No one knew.
- [baby crying in background]
How can I help?
I want to run through the adoption
arrangements for the infants.
But why?
Nothing's changed.
I just want to be clear about it.
- Are all the babies put up for adoption?
- Not all.
We try to encourage it for the sake
of the mother as much as the child but
some do resist.
And who takes them?
Ordinary people, for the most part,
and, well, the rest go
to agencies, really,
who place the babies in their own time.
And charge for the service?
We do not charge them.
What they do is their own affair.
Mrs. Hornby, we cannot afford
to keep the children here,
unless Mr. Hornby
were to increase his allowance.
But what sort of places
do we send them to?
Respectable institutions.
And it means that we can
clear the decks, so to speak,
whenever we might need to.
- Do we keep a record of these adoptions?
- Certainly.
I'm still not convinced
this is a good idea.
Promise me you won't do something daft.
I won't do anything wrong.
That's not quite the same thing.
[knocking on coach roof]
[audience applauding]
I take the central spot, you play wide.
- But I always play in the middle.
- You did.
I'm captain here.
Go on.
- [blows whistle]
- [audience cheering]
Suter. Yes.
[grunts]
[audience exclaims]
[audience groaning]
[Fergus] Jimmy would've got to that.
[panting]
Suter! Over here!
[audience exclaims]
[audience groans]
Wake up, Suter.
He needed to come to the ball.
Get your bloody head in the game, Suter.
- [man] Come on, Suter!
- Not a dream debut so far.
[Arthur] Suter seems lost.
Men playing for money
will never give as much
as men playing for the love of the game.
Hunter! Here! Here! Here!
[loud cheering]
[crowd chanting] Hunter! Hunter! Hunter!
Hunter! Hunter!
[loud cheering]
Jack Hunter, as well as Suter?
If Cartwright's paying them, I'll
You'll what?
He must be paying them.
Have you ever seen crowds this happy?
I haven't.
That's the point.
This game means everything to them.
[three whistle bursts]
[loud cheering]
You'll have to do better than that,
my lad,
if you're to make a life at Blackburn.
[crowd chanting] Hunter! Hunter! Hunter!
Hunter! Hunter! Hunter!
[Arthur] What happened?
[chanting continues]
You weren't your usual self out there.
It's a new team for me.
I'm still learning their ways.
Are they learning your ways?
In my experience, it'd be wise to do so.
Do you miss Darwen?
I miss people.
A couple of people.
But I'm here now.
Well, speaking player to player,
there's nothing better for your game
than a settled private life,
if you want to be the best,
nothing worse than an unsettled one.
Believe me, I know.
[Lyttelton] Arthur, aren't you going
to show us your factory?
Coming.
[sighs]
[man] Look over there.
That's Fergus Suter.
[Fergus] They said you'd be up here.
You're not working today?
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
What happened?
Waiting on men who get rich
exploiting the workers
wasn't for me.
Don't you need the wage?
I'll manage.
How was your first game?
[Fergus chuckles]
You didn't miss much.
[Martha laughs]
What, Suter the Shooter had a bad game?
What?
A week or two ago,
you had a big smile on your face.
All that money,
can't see a trace of it now.
It's not as simple as you all
seem to think.
I've got responsibilities.
My family depends on me.
[Martha] Your family is in Glasgow.
Who have you got here?
Everybody needs someone, Fergus.
Don't be too proud to admit that.
We've just installed three new machines.
It's not exactly Savile Row.
Also, Walsh gave us a good rate
and that means profit.
Well, profit requires product and sales.
I'm sad to say, none of my contacts
seem keen to look at our designs.
[Lyttelton] I can't imagine why.
Fortunately, Stokes here tells me
he's secured orders
from some local football clubs.
Eleven shirts for Darwen FC,
best team in the land.
Also, shirts for Preston, Burnley,
Bolton Wanderers, Everton, and Blackpool.
We're on our way. I said we would be.
You have been busy.
I'm afraid I'm not bringing much
to the table.
You paid for the table
and everything else.
[laughter]
Say what you like about the north,
they do know how to make a pie.
Well, perhaps you should move
up here permanently, Alfred.
London would never forgive me
for depriving them of Laura.
- Who says I'd come with you?
- [laughs]
How was Brockshall today?
Any more dramas unfolding?
- You went back?
- I went.
- Alma was good enough to keep me company.
- Yes.
- We haven't talked about the football yet.
- No. Hasn't it been lovely?
[Hornby] Poor old Suter.
He must be kicking himself.
And yet they still won.
But at what cost? Marindin's looking
for a team to make an example of.
Warn off other professional players.
I'm starting to think Alma was right.
What does it matter?
[scoffs] Oh! Don't talk like that.
If you ask me, Marinidin's just worried
that Blackburn might take the Cup
from the Old Etonians.
- He's always worried about something.
- Blackburn don't stand a chance.
All that absurd passing. Nonsense.
Besides, you still have to beat
Preston tomorrow.
They're playing well this season.
You might want to go easy on the port.
[clears throat] You joining us?
I can't.
- I have to work, for once.
- [Lyttelton] Hm.
Laura, Alma?
I'm sorry, darling,
but we all know you'll win.
I can't either. I've got other plans.
[Lyttelton] What plans?
Arthur, do you approve
of this dereliction of duty?
- Darling, what are you
- Please, excuse me.
[Arthur] Alma?
Excuse me.
I thought
after Rossie and Henry's Wood we were
we were doing better.
We were.
We are.
Is it the football?
Do you agree with my father
that I ought to let it go?
Football will always be
a part of your life.
It upset you when that
woman at Brockshall gave up her child,
but such things are not unusual.
I know.
Well, then, of course,
you still you still miss our baby,
- and you always will
- Yes.
I always will.
You cannot protect me from that.
But there's something wrong here.
I don't think Mrs. Cartwright is exactly
hiding anything so much as not facing it.
And I mean to put it right.
Please say goodnight from me
to the others.
[rooster crowing]
[sawing]
What are you doing here?
Doris told me where you were.
What's that you're making?
A bed
for Doris and me.
The other one broke.
Have you found a new place yet?
I think so,
but I can't move in till next week.
I wish you'd come with me, Jimmy.
[scoffs]
Yeah, I'm not a Judas like you.
I know I should've told you,
but I was thinking of my family.
Jimmy, I have to provide for them.
I have to get them away from him.
Just think if it were for Doris.
Do you remember when we met?
Not really.
Eight years old, and I'd been caught
by Mrs. Barrie stealing apples.
Pears.
And you said it was you.
You were sent home with a letter
and beaten by your da.
You didn't even know me.
[sighs]
You are my brother, Jimmy,
whether you like it or not,
and I don't want to do it all without you.
I heard you were rubbish yesterday.
And you ruined my wedding day.
I know.
And I'm sorry about that.
What Blackburn are doing, it's the future.
We could be a part of it.
We could be the first working class team
to lift the FA Cup
high above our heads at the Oval.
Now, what would that do
for the game, Jimmy?
I need you with me.
Just give it some thought.
Whatever happens,
you're my best friend.
And I'm buying you a bed.
We can't have the new Mrs. Love
sleeping in that death trap, can we?
[chuckles]
Come on.
We have to catch that train to Preston.
- I'm sorry I'm not coming.
- Are you?
[Alma chuckles]
I hope you win.
I mean it.
Arthur! We don't want to be late
for the quarter-final!
Don't let her do anything silly.
I wonder if I should have left her.
It took many educated men
more than a decade of squabbling
to determine the rules of football,
and yet it is far less complicated
than the female mind.
But do you think she'll be all right?
[Lyttelton] Let's just concentrate
on today's match, Arthur.
You can have the carriage this afternoon,
but I'm coming with you.
No, you're not.
My dear, you heard what Arthur said.
I should never have helped you with this,
but if you're going to get into trouble,
I must be there to back you up.
No.
And I mean it.
If there is trouble, I'm an outsider.
You, on the other hand,
are the patroness of Brockshall.
An attack on you could bring
the whole place into disrepute.
[Ada exhales]
[sighs]
[crowd chattering]
[Marindin] No doubt that cost
a pretty penny.
The business of football is growing.
Football is not a business, it is a game.
They'd do well to remember that.
Cartwright's selling boards
around the pitch at Blackburn
advertising local businesses.
He's making a fortune.
Over 3,000 went to watch them play
against the Druids.
Yes, because suddenly,
Hunter has come from Sheffield,
Burns from Partick, Suter from Darwen.
It is a mockery, and if this continues,
it'll only be the richest teams
that win everything.
Isn't that what happens already?
- Perhaps this levels the field.
- That's cheating.
I'm going to watch Blackburn's next game
against Darwen,
an exhibition match
played purely for profit
to fill Blackburn's coffers
and buy their next player.
I plan to find the evidence needed
to expel them from the FA.
Expel them?
[Lyttelton] Were there really
3,000 people?
Gosh, they do love their football here,
don't they?
Nothing in life is more important to them.
Like you, Arthur.
You put football before everything.
Not before Alma.
No?
Well
good to hear.
I wonder if she would agree.
[Lyttelton] You coming, Arthur?
Arthur?
- [barmaid] Same again is it?
- [man] A round for the table.
[barmaid] Cheers.
[barmaid] There you go.
You're not welcome in this establishment.
This is a pub for Darweners.
Well, that's lucky, as I still live here.
You're not welcome in Darwen either.
- There's plenty of room in Blackburn.
- I'll bear that in mind.
Marshall.
I told you to go.
[door opens]
[Jimmy] Sorry I'm late, boys.
[door closes]
Anyone want a beer? Fergie?
He's not welcome here, Jimmy.
If you drink with him, neither are you.
[Jimmy] That's a shame.
I was gonna buy a round.
- Um, I wouldn't say no.
- Grand.
Actually, I'm I'm glad you're all here.
Because, uh
I've got some news.
I'm joining Fergus at Blackburn.
[man] What?
[Jimmy] We were together at Partick.
We were together at Darwen.
It doesn't feel right,
me staying away from Blackburn.
- You can keep your bloody pint.
- Tommy, it's a job, that's all.
You drink still with Stokes,
though he's left the mill
to set up on his own.
Ted Stokes did not join the enemy!
It's not a war.
What did you say?
You come down here,
and we know you're paid to play
and we're not,
and we have to change our game
and play your way,
and just as we're getting somewhere,
just as we're making a name for ourselves,
you run off after more money,
and take your friend,
and we're back to square one.
'Course it's a bloody war!
You'll see that well enough
once when we get on the pitch.
A Blackburn player now?
We all know you embarrassed yourself
at the last match.
Couldn't have that happen again.
[chuckles]
[distant yelling and clamoring]
[baby crying in distance]
Hello?
[woman] Who are you?
I am Mrs. Kinnaird.
I apologize for calling uninvited,
but I wish to speak to you
about your new child.
You mean you've come for a baby.
A girl.
She was called Alma Cronshaw
when she left the refuge at Brockshall.
Who gave you this address?
I found it out for myself.
I didn't catch your name, madam.
[baby crying]
Is your husband at home?
- [lock clicking]
- [multiple babies crying]
Cronshaw, did you say?
Let me have a look.
[woman] As you can see,
we've got plenty for you to pick from.
Here we go.
Cronshaw girl's in number eight.
[Alma exhales sharply]
[Alma cooing gently]
Hello, my little darling.
[baby mewling]
[woman] Hang on. Hang on.
Money first.
That'll be ten pounds.
- What?
- My adoption fee, ten pounds.
But the refuge does not charge
for the children.
They need to get rid of 'em,
I takes 'em off their hands.
Rest is my business.
These are precious human lives,
not commodities to bought or sold.
D'you want the babe or not?
Only, I've other clients coming in later
and they've asked for a baby girl.
I'm returning this child to her mother.
You can do what you want with her
once you give me ten pounds.
But I do not have ten pounds with me.
Give me the child now
and I'll send ten pounds later.
Hand her over.
No.
[Alma whimpers in pain]
You're not leaving here with that baby.
Now, give it to me!
- [woman 2] No, sir, you can't go up there!
- [Arthur] Let me through.
[Alma grunts]
I strongly advise you
to step away from my wife.
[baby crying]
Let's go, Arthur.
What a terrible place. Terrible woman.
We'll have it closed down.
I'll talk to Monkey,
see if we can get Brockshall
onto a better footing financially.
I don't think he or Ada knew
what was going on.
Oh, no. Of course not.
I'm not convinced Mrs. Cartwright
knew the worst.
She wouldn't have allowed it.
I'll see what can be done about getting
the Kinnaird Foundation aboard.
I think we can make a difference.
I'm sorry about your ten pounds.
Are you sure you're all right?
I know you think I was a fool to go,
but think
what would this child's life
have been if I hadn't?
But there are so many children.
We can't help them all.
Not all, no, but we can help a lot of them
if we put our minds to it.
I wonder if you're right.
We should do more. We certainly can.
I cannot believe Arthur Kinnaird
missed the quarter-final
and for me.
- [chuckles]
- Were they very upset?
I was needed by someone more important.
[laughs]
Don't worry about the others.
If they win, I'll be forgiven.
[knocking on door]
- What are you doing here? You can't
- I heard about your job.
I wanted to say you'll have it back
or another one, I'll see to it.
I can't keep taking favors
from your hands.
People will put two and two together.
The manager of the club
is almost there already.
I'll have him sacked.
No. That would only make it worse.
I have no regrets,
but we can't carry on like this,
it's not right.
- Martha, we can
- No!
It's over. No more.
- Will you let me give you money then?
- [Martha scoffs]
[scoffs]
She's my baby, Martha.
I have a right to help.
- Please.
- I have to find my own path,
for my sake and for Jenie.
[toy rattling in background]
Goodbye, John.
Betsy.
Is that my girl?
[gasps]
I've missed you.
I've missed you so much.
How long do I have with her?
Just your whole life.
[gasps]
[Arthur and Alma chuckle]
Hey.
You did something rather good here
I'd say.
We did.
John?
Everything all right?
I have something to tell you
that I should've said a long time ago.
[sighs]
Tickets, please. Tickets, please.
[Fergus] It's something, isn't it?
Feels strange.
Things were simpler at Partick.
This is the way things are going, Jimmy,
at Partick and everywhere else.
People want to watch this game.
It's players like you and me
they want to see.
[indistinct chatter]
They've come to witness a war,
just like Hindle and Marshall said.
I'll catch up.
[Tommy] We don't give them
a second's peace.
If they've got the ball, clatter them.
If they've not got the ball,
clatter them anyway.
They might have some good players,
but we're a team.
None of us are paid to be here.
We play for each other.
- They won't stand a chance.
- What about Suter?
Fergus Suter is gonna wish
he never left Scotland.
[players chuckle]
- Sorry I'm late.
- Where've you been?
Where's ours?
I haven't got my workers yet.
I was up all night
doing this one for our captain.
New design, new cloth.
It's impressive.
Um, also, I wanted to say, um
this will be my last match for Darwen.
You're joking, Ted, aren't you?
We need you.
This new opportunity of mine
is exciting but demanding.
I must give it all I've got.
Am I to be cast into the darkness
like Fergus and Jimmy?
It's very smart, Ted.
- I'm honored to wear the first one.
- [sighs]
Let's show Blackburn
who the best team around here is
and make Ted's last match one to remember!
[cheering]
How does it feel?
It doesn't fit and it itches,
but apart from that, it's perfect.
Are you all set?
Good luck, Mr. Love.
Delighted to have you with us.
Good luck, Mr. Suter.
I pay you the most
because you could be the best.
Earn it.
[audience cheering]
[Darwen supporters booing]
[man] Traitors!
[booing continues]
- Boo!
- D'you mind? That's my husband.
No offense, ma'am.
We'll shut them up soon enough, Jimmy.
[booing continues]
Is your head right today?
[man] Forget his head.
It's his feet I'm worried about.
I'm fine.
I've been thinking of a way
we can play together
and get the best out of both of us.
Tell me more.
[mixed applause and boos]
This is what happens
when people are betrayed
- [man 1] Judas!
- [man 2] Traitors!
for 30 pieces of silver.
I could do with 30 pieces of silver.
Or 40, for that matter.
It was brave of you
to accept the challenge.
It was brave of you to suggest it.
[blows whistle]
[audience cheering]
- [grunts]
- [audience exclaims]
[panting]
[grunts]
[audience exclaims]
[whistle blows]
[both grunt]
That was a mistake.
[whistle blows]
[audience exclaims]
[Jimmy] Fergie!
[audience exclaims]
[laughs]
[laughs]
[Darwen supporters booing]
That's more like it!
[laughs]
- Yes!
- Yeah!
[man 1] Judas!
Emotions are running high today.
[man 2] Traitors!
[clamoring]
[Tommy grunts]
[panting]
- [grunts]
- [audience exclaims]
[indistinct yelling]
- Jimmy!
- [groaning]
[blows whistle]
[referee] Stretcher! We need a stretcher!
[groaning in pain]
- Fergus, I never meant to
- You bastard!
[audience clamoring]
Jimmy?
[Doris] Let me through!
- Jimmy?
- I'm fine, Doris. It's just a wee knock.
[crowd yelling and grunting]
We should leave.
Savagery.
Total savagery.
We need to get him off the pitch.
[groans in pain]
[Jimmy grunts]
[Jimmy groans in pain]
- [doctor] Where's my bag?
- [Martha] Here.
[Jimmy sobs in pain]
Bit of a mess, am I?
[groans]
Is he gonna lose his leg?
Maybe, if he doesn't lose his life first.
We must stop the bleeding.
[straining] It doesn't hurt so much.
Jimmy, wake up.
- Doris.
- Here I am. I'm right here, love.
I'm right here.