- [person] Hello, there. - Hey, there.
- Hi, Ted. - Howdy.
Hey, Ted. Good luck this weekend.
I appreciate you, Susan. [chuckles]
[imitates barking, chuckles]
Hey, Ms. Barnaby. Rough night?
Ted, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.
[growls, chuckles]
Ooh, boy.
- Hiya. - Hey, fellas. How you doing?
- [person 2] What's up, Coach? - There she is.
Hey, wanker. Don't get all cocky and fuck up that streak you're on.
What streak?
- Go Richmond. - Yes, sir. [chuckles]
Morning.
Hey. How you doing?
- Mom? - Hey, Teddy.
[theme song plays]
Don't think the cleaners actually cleaned the floor.
There are no cleaners.
So, why do we put the chairs on the tables?
The patriarchy.
Oh, okay. Oh, well. I'll just, um-- just go get a broom.
[door opens, closes]
[whispers indistinctly]
Hello.
We're not open for another half hour. Would you care to wait not here?
- I'm sorry. - Okay.
- No, wait. - [sighs]
We're actually here to speak with Nathan Shelley. He works here, yeah?
No such man exists.
[Nathan whistles, hums]
Oh, my God, it's true.
[stammers] How did you go through your money so fast?
Did you get addicted to the limelight?
What? No. No, I just-- I just like working here.
I like spending time with my girlfriend.
She was right there.
- That-- That was my girlfriend. She-- - Mm-hmm. Okay.
What are you guys doing here?
We want you to come back to Richmond.
- You do? - Yeah, bruv.
'Cause this shit here is sad as fuck.
And a-all of you? You want me to come...
Yeah. It'll be good to have you back.
The whole team talked about it, and it was unanimous.
Except for Bumbercatch.
Who abstained because he's passionately antidemocratic.
Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
Yeah.
So, what? Ted asked you guys to come here to get me to come back?
Uh, no, Ted doesn't know about it.
Yeah, no, we wanted to ask you to see if you wanted to come back
before we approached Ted.
Okay, well, sorry, guys.
I don't think it's a good idea for me to come back to Richmond, so...
Thank you though.
Oh.
- Okay. - Cool.
Can I have 75 kebabs to go?
Uh, yeah. Oh, yeah. No, of course. Um, chicken, pork or lamb?
Ooh.
Or 25 of each? [stammers]
- [chuckles] Nate the Great. - [fingers snap]
- [Colin chuckles] Yum. - Okay.
- Nice. - Hey.
- [Nathan humming] - Thank you!
[Mom] Pretty sparse.
- [phone chimes] - [exhales heavily]
Ooh. Mmm.
What are all these crazy symbols on your oven dial?
[chuckles] Yeah, um, well, the one with the line under the nuclear power symbol,
that's for making cookies and chicken.
The, uh, three squiggly lines let you burn a frozen pizza.
And the key symbol there, that makes the whole thing beep
until Beard comes over and fixes it for me.
Is everything okay, Mom?
Oh, sure. I'm just looking around.
No, no. No, I mean, you being here in London. Is everything okay?
- Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. - Uh-huh.
I just always wanted to see England,
so I booked this trip as a little Mother's Day gift to myself.
Hmm. Okay. Well, um, I mean, how long you been here?
- Just a week. - A week? Where the heck you staying?
This adorable little hostel.
- Mom-- - Now, I met so many Australians.
They are backpacking through Europe.
- Uh-huh. - So much sex.
- Mom. - No, not me.
- The Australians. - No, no, I get it. Okay.
Uh, well, look, how about you stay here for the rest of your trip, all right?
Only if I'm not a hassle.
You're not a hassle, Mom, okay? Please stay here.
- Okay. - Okay, good. All right.
- Now, look, I gotta get to work. - All righty. Have fun.
Um. You wanna tag along?
- Well, I don't wanna be in your hair. - Mom, I want you in my hair. Okay?
I want you in my friends' and coworkers' hair.
Now, please. Come on with.
- Okay, thank you. I would like that. - All right, good.
You don't have to bring your suitcase, Mom.
- Okay. I'll just grab my coat... - Yeah.
...get my bag... [singsongs] ...leave my worries on the doorstep.
Yeah, just direct your feet that way, Mom. Okay. [groans]
Uh, Sam, Richmond have won 15 matches in a row.
With two games left, you're just four points off
Manchester City for the Premier League title.
- Do you have a question? - Yeah. Am I dreaming?
[laughing]
Uh, well, if you are, please, don't wake up.
And if this is the Matrix, don't unplug me.
[laughing]
Uh. Yeah, better Trent.
Uh, Marcus Adebayo, The Independent.
Uh. Jamie, on the heels of making your England debut,
how does it feel to be named Premier League Player of the Month?
Uh. Um, yeah. Uh, yeah. It feels good, I guess.
But it's, um-- it's really the-the team making me look good.
So, I should be doing a better job of making them look good, really.
So, yeah. Makes me-- Makes me feel bad.
[murmuring]
Uh, Jamie also led the league in assists this month,
so he's done plenty to make his teammates look good.
Yeah, but they're the ones who took all the shots.
Uh, he also scored a goal.
Uh, that was meant to be a pass. You shouldn't count that.
That goal is a lie. It should be retracted from the records.
I apolog-- I apologize to everyone, especially the kids.
[murmuring continues]
Right, let's call it there, everyone. That was great. Thanks very much.
- Hey, Boss. - Oh, hello, Ted.
Uh, so this morning, I don't just bring biscuits.
I also have a very special surprise guest.
Oh. How exciting. To whom do I owe the pleasure?
I'm Coach Lasso's new bodyguard.
Please keep your hands where I can see them.
- [Ted sighs] - [chuckles] I'm just kidding.
You can keep them well-manicured mitts of yours wherever you like.
- [Ted sighs] - Oh, my God. You're Ted's mother.
Winner, winner, B. F. Skinner.
[chuckles]
Mom, this is my boss, Rebecca Welton. Rebecca, this is Dottie Lasso.
- [gasps] - Oh, honey, bring that in.
- Oh. [laughs] - [laughs]
I can't believe I'm finally getting to meet the woman who created
one of the nicest humans I've ever met.
Oh, no, don't look at me.
This one popped out and immediately asked the doctor if he needed anything.
Oh. [chuckles]
[chuckles] That doesn't make any sense.
Babies can't talk and nor do they understand empathy. And you know...
[stammers] Dottie-- I'm sorry. May I call you Dottie?
Sure, if you want me to respond.
Right. If you'd like, I'd love to show you around.
Oh, I've heard great things about the Sherlock Holmes Museum.
I mean around the facility.
Even better. I can't wait to meet Dani Rojas.
Oh, and he does not disappoint.
- Oh. [chuckles] - [chuckles] Shall we?
Sure. [chuckles]
- Where you from, honey? - Surrey.
Where are you from?
- Surrey. - Oh, I thought you said "sorry."
[Rebecca chuckles]
[groans]
[laughing]
So I say,
"Officer, you must be mistaken.
You couldn't have arrested my son. My son is asleep in his own bed."
[laughing]
Are you sure you do not want a kebab, Mama Lasso?
Oh, no, thank you, Dani.
You are so polite.
- [team laughing] - [Dottie] Okay, now bear with me.
Mmm.
It must be so lovely having your mother visiting, Ted.
Oh, yeah. It's great.
- Oklahoma. - Oh, no. It's weird.
Mm-mmm. Didn't even tell me she was coming.
Just showed up out of nowhere, you know, like one of them
weird eyebrow hairs I started getting the day after I turned 40.
Mmm. That's what mothers do, Ted.
[laughing]
So it turns out my 12-year-old son was not asleep in his own room.
He had taken our car for a joyride.
Now, he was arrested for driving on the wrong side of the road,
so I guess he was destined to live in England.
- [laughing] - [speaks indistinctly in Spanish]
Now, see, I wasn't 12. I was 15. And the whole reason we got pulled over
was 'cause Ronnie Fowch was throwing gang signs at a cop car. [sighs]
Look, sometimes the truth can ruin a perfectly good story.
- Yeah, you should work for the Daily Mail. - [chuckles]
Ted, if you can give your mom one lovely moment,
you know, a memory to take back home, then you've won.
- [team laughing, chattering] - Hmm. Yeah, all right. Thanks, Boss.
Right. I've got to go and see a man about a horse.
Oh. I didn't know girls said that when they gotta pee. [chuckles]
- No, Ted, I'm buying a horse. - Oh.
[team laughing, chattering]
Hey, did Teddy ever tell you about the time he ate a candy bar made of poop?
- Ooh! - Oh! Okay, okay! All right.
I think that's enough story time with Mama Lasso, all right, fellas?
- [groans] - Practice starts in twenty minutes.
Up you go.
- Nice to meet you, Mama Lasso. - Nice to meet you.
Hey, Mom. I'll be right back.
I'm gonna go change, and then I'll take you out to the pitch.
Okay, honey. I'll be here.
Mrs. Lasso, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Trent Crimm.
- Oh, hello, Trent. - Hello.
I was wondering if I could, uh, just have a little chat with you about--
Trent, your hair is fabulous.
- It really is. It's just styling. - [Trent] Thank you. Thank you.
- [groans] - Van Damme.
- Hmm? - You still gotta wear that mask?
Yeah, I do, man. Or else I die.
[speaks French]
Between wearing that mask and death, I choose death.
- [teammates chuckle] - It does make you look very stupid.
- Oh, well. Thank you, Jan Maas. - [Bumbercatch laughs]
[sniffs]
[teammates chattering]
Oh, you wanna take a crack, Jamie?
I think it's more important to be safe than to look cool.
Oi! Tartt.
Boot room. Now!
Somebody is in trouble.
[clicks tongue] Mmm, no. Shouting is Roy's love language.
[gasps] Oh.
[Roy grunts]
- [door closes] - [Roy] All right. Listen up.
This is not the week for your mister fucking humble, great teammate bullshit.
We got City on Saturday, so we need you to be the prickiest prick
you've ever been in your little prick life.
- You understand? So I don't want you-- - [crying]
- Whoa. What is wrong? - [crying continues]
I don't-- I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
Are you fucking dying or some shit?
No. No. I'm-- No. I'm just-- I'm just tired.
But I can't sleep, and I can't eat.
And I wash me hair, but I don't use any conditioner anymore
'cause I-- Like, what's the fucking point?
I feel like the guy in the Red Bull commercial
who's pu-- who's pushing that big rock up the hill,
but-- but he's lost his wings.
Roy, I feel like-- I feel like I've lost me wings, Roy.
[breathing shakily] Where the fuck are my wings, Roy?
[crying]
Fuck.
[Jamie weeping]
- Will? [sighs] - Yeah?
You missed a good one.
[weeping continues]
Oh, boy.
[Dottie] ...that you've ever seen. You know, I even...
Oh, my God, Coach. Our new striker looks just like your mom.
That is my mom.
I know, Ted. That was a joke.
Oh. Right.
Hey, Ted. Got a sec?
What is time, Higgs boson? What's up?
So, this morning,
a few of my little birdies went to visit Nathan in his new job,
waiting tables in Tooting.
- Tooting? - Tooting.
- Did he just say "Tooting"? - Tooting.
- Y'all got a town here called "Tooting"? - Tooting, yes.
- Man, this place is great, right? - Mmm.
Yeah. Sorry, what were you saying about Nate?
The little birdies are pretty sure he'd come back if invited.
Uh-huh. Okay. What do you think?
Well, I do believe in second chances, Ted.
That's why I'm still married, and all my sons are alive.
Hmm.
Hey, Roy. Would it bother you if we brought Nate back?
No. I don't give a fuck.
He's great at the shit I suck at. Look, I've gotta go and do something.
Okay. Everything all right?
Yeah. I've just come down with a case of the "none of your fucking business."
Right, right. Okay. What about you, Coach?
- You all right if Nate comes-- - If you bring that Judas back,
I will burn this place to the fucking ground.
[imitates choking]
- [Trent] Ted? - Mm-hmm?
Is it true that you got onstage and danced with Bruce Springsteen?
No, that was Courteney Cox.
What I did do was sing "Glory Days" with a Bruce Springsteen cover band
at my friend Scott Cinnamon's bar mitzvah.
Oh, it was the bar mitzvah. That's right. It was the bar mitzvah.
- Is this your mom? - Yeah.
Oh, it is so nice to meet you.
Oh, friends don't shake hands.
- Friends hug. [chuckles] - Oh. [chuckles]
- Oh, weirdo Beard-o! Ah! - Lodi Dodi! [laughing]
[laughing] Come on, bring it on in. There you go.
- Trent, come along. - Lodi Dodi, she like to party ♪
- She don't cause trouble ♪ - Whoo!
[Coach Beard] Don't bother nobody ♪
- [beatboxing] - [laughing]
- Some of us got a football team to coach! - [Coach Beard] Whoo-hoo!
[all] Lodi Dodi, she like to party ♪
♪ She don't cause trouble Don't bother nobody ♪
- [apple crunches] - [chews]
Oh, hello. [chews] Are you here about the pipes?
No. What's wrong with the pipes?
Nothing.
That's why I thought it was so weird that you were here about the pipes.
Roy, what are you doing here?
I need to talk. [sighs]
Roy...
Oh, no. Not about us. I just...
I need your help with Jamie.
He's all fucked in the head. And I've tried to do it myself,
but it's all that emotional shit you're good at.
Also... you look nice.
You want my help with Jamie?
Yeah, and you look nice.
- [apple crunches] - [chews]
Um, both of you.
Oh. [chuckles] Thank you.
That's-- [chuckles] This cost like--
like two pounds from a car boot sale, so...
All right.
...you know, thank you.
[apple crunches]
[pinball machine dinging]
This place is very charming.
Reminds of this Irish bar I went to in Topeka.
Well, you probably don't wanna share that with me.
The Irish part or the Topeka part?
Both, really.
[Coach Beard] No! No!
- [electronic voice laughing] - [Coach Beard groaning]
Oh. My turn. Excuse me. [chuckles]
[Coach Beard sighs]
Trying to follow the yellow brick road, where the dogs of society keep on howling.
How's he doing?
[sighs] Well, I'm ahead, but he's better set up for the multiball.
[chuckles] No, silly pants. How's he doing?
Well, he's Ted.
Still running around in circles,
making sure everybody's okay without accepting a drop of help for himself.
Pretty much. How you doing, Dottie?
[stammers] Oh, don't you worry about me.
Nah, y'all got enough cooking without putting my troubles on your to-do list.
- Here you go. - Ooh, thank you, Mae.
[Coach Beard] Cheers, Mae.
Oh. Mae, your pub is wonderful.
It's nothing like that Irish place in Topeka.
- [chuckles] I'll take your word for it. - Mm-hmm.
So, you seeing anyone?
Had my heart ripped out of my chest, stomped into a pulp,
and dragged through the town square for everyone to ridicule.
Oh, sweetie. That's okay, you'll meet somebody.
No, I'm in love.
- Oh. - Here. Wanna see a picture?
- [strains] - Sure.
Your mum's a peach.
Oh, yeah. I-- Thanks.
Um, here, I'll-- I'll swap with you. There you are.
You know, Ted, pinball is a lot more fun if you use an actual ball.
[people chattering, laughing]
Yeah. Well, I-- you know, I was letting Coach and my mom catch up a little.
- That's all. - [Mae] Mmm.
[chuckles]
"They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do." [chuckles]
"They fill you with the faults they had and add some extra just for you."
[chuckles] "But they were fucked up in their turn
by fools in old-style hats and coats,
who half the time were soppy-stern and half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can and don't have any kids yourself."
[chuckles]
- [whirring] - [distorted laughter, chattering]
Hey, Ted. Your mum's the bollocks.
We just became friends on Facebook.
I didn't know you were almost the drummer in Coldplay.
Oh, yeah. It's true. It's true.
- It's amazing. It's incredible! - [laughs]
[all chattering, laughing]
[Baz] No way.
[laughter continues]
[pinball machine dinging]
I can't take your bed, Teddy.
Mom, it's okay, all right? I'll just sleep on the couch.
- No, I'll sleep on the couch. - Well, then I'm gonna sleep
on the floor next to the couch, and neither of us are gonna use the bed.
Please.
- Thank you. - Okay.
- [grunts] - Not on the bed.
Okay. [strains] Okay. Okay.
- [groans] - Hey, I brought you something.
What? On the off chance we'd bump into each other?
No, it's your clippings from back home.
Oh.
I thought you'd want those.
[chuckles] I appreciate it.
[sighs] So, what's your plan tomorrow?
Hmm? Yeah, do you wanna come to Manchester with us?
[sighs] I don't know.
I mean, coming all the way to England and not seeing a soccer match
is kind of like going to Rome and not going to church
or getting your pocket picked.
Oh. Well, thank you, but I think I'll just stay here.
I didn't get much sleep last week, what with all that noisy sex from--
- not me-- the Australians. - The Australians.
- Yes, no, I remember. - Yeah. Exactly.
And you know how nervous I get when I'm watching your games.
So I think I'll just stay put
and let you go beat the pants off those Manchesterians.
Mancunians.
And then I'll have a home-cooked meal waiting for you when you get back.
It's been too long.
Yeah. No, that'll be nice. Okay. Um...
Well, then I'll see you in the morning.
Hey, um--
[sighs] Are you still having those, um, episodes?
- [stammers] You know. - Oh, the panic attacks.
Yeah.
Um. No, no. Uh, not recently.
You know, I've actually been, uh, talking to this therapist.
Ooh, let me guess. It's all my fault. [chuckles]
No, Mom. No, of course not. No, but uh-- [clears throat]
Well, I mean, it's-- uh, it's really helped.
Oh, good, good, good, good, good, good.
Yeah. You, uh-- You ever thought about talking to someone?
Oh, no. That is not my cup of tea. And you know I love my tea.
[chuckles] Good night, Mom.
Good night, sweetie. Oh, and thank you for the bed.
You're welcome.
[crowd cheering]
Hey, hot dog. Y'all joining us today?
- Well, we're all in this together, Ted. - Yeah.
I also received a strongly worded text from Nora
demanding I stop using my private jet.
Why?
- The environment. - Oh, yeah.
- Goddamn environment. - Yeah.
Yep.
All right.
[chattering]
Hi.
- Hey. - How's he doing?
[shutter clicks]
Fucking hell.
I'll talk to him.
- [sighs] - Right.
Ladies and gentlemen. Let our journey commence.
[all cheering]
Look at Ken. Boy, he cleans up nice, don't he?
- You should see him in drag. - Really?
There you go. Well, um, take your time.
And while you wait, do snack on some nuts. And I'll-- I'll be back with your drinks.
- All right? - Thank you.
Hey, hey. [stammers] Oi, oi, oi. [chuckles] Do you know who this is?
Your son?
What? No. [scoffs]
Our waiter?
Bloody hell, you two are a right pair. No, I mean do you know who he was?
- I don't know. - [softly] Uh...
Only the manager of West Ham United. [chuckles]
Oh, right. You're the Wonder Kid.
Yes, that's it. I said Wonder Kid.
This man right here went from kit man to assistant coach,
to manager, to top of the league, and now he's my head waiter.
I'm-- [stammers] I'm so sorry.
Anyway, nice talking to you.
[clears throat] Please try the fish.
We've got a ton of it out back. [chuckling]
- All right. Fish, fish, fish, fish, fish. - [chuckles] Yep, yep.
Was it drugs? I done drugs. I get it.
No, no. No, I just-- I just like working here.
And that's my girlfriend. [mutters]
Um. Anyway, um, enjoy the nuts. I'll, uh-- I'll go and get your drinks, okay?
Definitely drugs.
Oh, yeah. Definitely.
But which ones?
[knocking]
Hi.
Hey.
Can I come in?
Y-Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Come in. Yeah, yeah. Ok-- Yeah, what's up, yeah?
I just wanted to come and see how you're doing.
Roy told you.
Well, he's worried about you. Is that okay?
Yeah. Yeah, it's fine.
I'm fine. I'm-- I'm good. I'm-- I'm great.
In fact, I think I'm the best that I've ever been.
- You know? - [chuckles]
[breathing heavily] There's something so sad about a suitcase.
Do you know what I mean? It's like--
It's like a drawer without a home.
[groans]
- Hey, Jamie. Look at me. - [breathing heavily]
- You've got a lot going on right now. - Mm-hmm. There's a lot going on, yeah.
This is the first time you've played back home since you left.
- [exhales heavily] Ooh. - The crowd's gonna hate you.
And the person who's gonna be booing the loudest in the crowd is your dad.
I didn't think of that. Yeah.
And I know a lot of people are shit-talking your hair online.
- They're what? - [stammers] No! Think about it.
If you guys win tomorrow,
then you will be on the precipice of achieving everything
that you've ever dreamed of.
- Oh, my God. - Whoa, shit!
- [thuds] - Sorry, Jamie. Ooh!
[clicks, beeping]
- [Keeley whispers] Here. - [whispers] Oh, cheers.
[sniffs] How'd it go with Jamie?
Yeah, I fucked it. I made it worse.
Ah, shit.
Hello, Roy and Keeley.
Good to see you both next to each other like before.
[whispers] No. We're just sitting together as friends.
- Yeah, and she just looks very nice. - [players shushing]
Nora Ephron.
- I'm saying my apology. - Who?
Carl Bernstein's ex.
[cries, sighs]
- [actor] Don't cry, Shop Girl. Don't cry. - [sniffles]
[cries]
I wanted it to be you.
[grunts]
[actor 2, through screen] I wanted it to be you so badly. [sniffles]
[dog barking on-screen]
[crying]
I mean, Sleepless in Seattle is still a far superior film.
- Not now. - I'm just saying.
[Ted] Whoo!
All right. Listen up, you big softies.
10:00 p.m., lights out. Then get yourselves some beauty sleep
for tomorrow's big meet-cute with Man City,
- you hear? - Whoo!
All right, Ephron on three. One, two, three!
- [all] Ephron! - [Ted] There you go.
- [player 1] Ah, that was Dave Chappelle. - Yeah.
[Ted] Not bad, yeah? Hey, y'all seen that before?
- [Ted] First time? First time, yeah? - [player 2] First time.
[Ted] It's a goody. It was a goody.
You gotta see Sleepless in Seattle, though. You know, this is why...
[speaking indistinctly]
Oh!
The fuck is he?
I don't know. You've lost him.
- You said he went down here. - I did not. You said that.
[Roy] No. I said he's in a tunnel,
- I didn't say he was in this tunnel. - Well, there's no other tunnel, is there?
I don't believe it. You've lost Jamie Tartt.
- You can't lose Jamie Tartt. - Well, you have.
- [Jamie] Oi! - [Keeley screams]
- Fucking hell! - Why are you following me?
Just wanted to make sure you're okay, you prick.
What's going on, Jamie? Are you buying drugs?
[sighs]
Come on.
- [groans] - [children chattering]
[groaning]
- Are you joking? Oi! - [child] How'd you miss?
- Are you Jamie Tartt? - Yeah.
More like Jamie Fart.
- Screw you, dickhead! Prick! - [child 2] Yeah, who are you?
City's gonna fuck you up tomorrow.
[child 2] Yeah, you spaz. You little twat!
- Yeah, it's not for you, pussy! - Yeah, go on!
- [child 3] Walk. Bye! - [child 2] Bye.
[child 1] I smell your bum from here.
- [child 2 shushes] - [whimpers]
Good lads.
- Oh, my gosh! - Oh! [speaks indistinctly]
- Oh! Come on! - That was sick!
- Yes, yes! [speaks indistinctly] - Yeah! Come on!
[doorbell rings]
[children continue chattering]
Hey! Jamie!
How you doing, Simon?
- Uh, this is Keeley, that's Roy. - Come on in, come on in.
- How are you, mate? Good seeing you, man. - Yeah, great.
- Hi! [chuckles] - [Simon] Hello.
[chuckles] Oh, hello.
Uh--
Georgie, we've got visitors.
[Georgie] What was that, love? Someone at the door?
[Jamie] Hello, Mommy.
- [chuckles] - [screams] Jamie! Oh!
Mommy, I'd like to introduce you to Keeley, and this hairy prick's Roy.
- Hi. - Hey, you.
Hi! Oh, it's lovely to finally meet you both.
I'd come and give you a hug, but I'm not letting go of this one.
[Georgie squeals]
Oh, there they go. [inhales sharply]
Right, who wants some sweet treats?
Look at your gorgeous face. I love it.
- Oh! How have you been? Look at you. - [Jamie] Oh, Mom. You look...
[Georgie] Oi. [laughs]
[Jamie] It was just poopy. [stammers] You know, it really upset me.
This guy on Twitter, he kept saying that it was blonde,
but I'm like, "It's fucking walnut mist, mate."
- Yeah, obviously. - Yeah.
He's done a lovely job. It's dead natural.
[liquid pours]
- What do you think? - Mmm, it's really yummy.
- Hey. - Uh, it's fucking...
- [stammers] ...delicious. - Mmm.
Oh. Well, it's a Paul Hollywood recipe,
but I've gone a little bit rogue on it. [chuckles]
- Mmm. - Right.
Babes, do you wanna give Roy and Keeley the grand tour?
[chuckles] You know, show them around a bit.
- Yes! Good idea. Thank-- Oops! [chuckles] - [Keeley chuckles]
Right, follow me. We will start in the kitchen,
- aka my laboratory. [chuckles] - [Keeley] Ooh.
[Simon] I've just got a new, uh, bain-marie, and it's copperplated.
[Keeley] Wow. What does that mean? It sounds expensive.
[Georgie] Hmm.
Have you ever considered doing a happy hour at the Taste of Athens?
I've literally never thought about work the second after leaving work. [sighs]
Or even while there, really.
Hmm. [Nathan breathes heavily]
I don't think you should work there anymore.
Why? I'm a great waiter.
Yes. It's weird how great of a waiter you are.
But you're a coach. They want you back at Richmond.
You should go.
[inhales deeply]
Thing is, it didn't really end too well for me there.
I think a lot of that was my fault. Well, it was-- it was all my fault. [scoffs]
Look, after this season, I'll try and get another coaching job,
just-- just not at Richmond, okay?
I w-- I promi-- I will. I promise. I just-- Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah? You hungry? Do you want food?
Oh, dunno. Can I have some nuts while I think about it?
Right. Where are-- Where are they?
Here's the genius behind the nuts, okay?
They make people thirsty. Yeah?
I'm giving away, what, five p on nuts and taking in five quid on beer.
That's smart. Right?
Why am I the only person thinking about this stuff?
You doing all right?
Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine.
Okay.
[chuckles] Come on. Out with it.
You heard from Dad?
No.
Haven't heard from that human ball sack in ages.
[chuckles]
You?
[swallows] No, not since Wembley.
Thought I was finally rid of him, but...
[sighs]
...I always did what I did...
because fuck him, you know?
And-- And now that I don't give a shit about him, it's like...
Y-You know when some guys can't make their willies go hard?
Oh, you mean impotent?
Yeah. It's like I got that, but...
but it's like I got it in--
It's like I got it in my soul.
And here is the main attraction. Jamie's room.
Oh! [gasps]
Whoa.
- Fucking hell. - Ah, yes.
Many posters have come and gone over the years.
Henry, Gerrard, Ronaldo.
But Roy Kent always remains.
- Huh. - [cell phone alarm rings]
Oh! Meat pies are done. Excuse me.
Whoa.
Fucking hell.
Jamie...
your father, he is who he is.
And he is never, ever, ever gonna change.
And like it or not,
you've ended up being who you are so that you can prove him wrong.
And you are amazing.
You are.
[crying] When you come on for England...
[chuckles]
Oh. Jesus, Jamie, I wept. [inhales sharply]
- I bawled me fucking eyes out. [chuckles] - [chuckles]
And, yeah, your dad will be in the stands tomorrow,
pissed out of his head, rooting against you.
And it won't matter.
You don't have anything to prove to that toerag.
[kisses, sniffs]
You're not lost, my sexy little baby.
[both chuckle]
You're just not sure which direction you're going in... yet.
[sniffles, kisses]
Mmm.
[sighs] This is fucking weird.
There's a lot of weird to choose from. Can you be more specific?
You and me...
sitting on Jamie Tartt's childhood bed...
being all fucking concerned about him and shit.
Yeah. Good on us, Roy-o.
Thanks, bud.
You're welcome, pal. [chuckles]
I don't wanna be friends.
- You don't? - Uh-uh.
I don't wanna be just friends.
- Roy-- - [door opens]
Well, guys, I think we should probably get--
- Uh, you good to go? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Right. [grunts]
[groans]
[door closes]
- [Jamie] I love you. - [Georgie] I love you.
- [Jamie] Good to see you. - [Georgie] Good to see you too.
[groans] Right.
Hey, listen to me.
I don't care if you lose by ten goals tomorrow.
I just want you to be happy. Okay, Son?
Okay. Love you, Mommy. [kisses]
I love you.
[Jamie] Mmm. See you soon.
See you soon. All right, come on.
- Off you go. Go home. - All right. Bye.
It was great to meet you.
Bye.
- One for the road. - [Keeley] Ooh. This way, babe.
See you later. [kisses] Love-- Love you.
[Roy] We should go and have cocktails. [chuckles]
...the latest in workout technology like yoga mats!
[cell phone chimes]
[Keeley] Manchester has much to offer when it comes to arts and culture,
including the Greater Manchester Police Museum!
The rainy city is also known as well for science and technology,
for it was right here in 1917
that Ernest Rutherford first split the atom.
And you'll split your sides laughing at Manchester's many comedy clubs
and improvised murder mystery dinner theaters. And, of course...
[sighs]
[Keeley] ...your trip wouldn't be complete without heading to Etihad Stadium,
- home of the Manchester... [voice fades] - [fans singing] Blue moon ♪
You saw me standing alone ♪
Without a dream in my heart ♪
Without a love of my own ♪
[cheering]
♪ I said, blue moon You saw me standing alone ♪
♪ Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own... ♪
Richmond should have a classic old song for our fans to sing.
- Hmm. - Oh, we did.
Uh, when Freddie Mercury briefly owned the team in 1980,
he tried to make "Fat Bottomed Girls" the team anthem.
- [chuckles] - Didn't work out.
Did a bunch of people get offended?
Just the flat-bottomed girls really.
- Yeah. - Hmm.
My father went to art school with Freddie Mercury.
- What? - Mmm.
I mean, everyone always talks about his amazing four-octave vocal range.
But my father always insisted
that if you actually asked Freddie what his greatest talent was,
he would've said flipping straights.
- [both] Come on, Richmond! - You lads still have a way!
[fans cheering]
- Hey! Hey! - [Baz exclaims]
Hey, thanks for saving us a seat. How long have you been waiting?
Mae let me sleep here last night.
- How many beers do you want? - Three, Mae.
How many beers do you want if you can't order again before halftime?
[all] Twelve.
[Arlo] Welcome, everyone. Today, Manchester City hosts AFC Richmond.
A first-ever win at the Etihad Stadium for the Greyhounds, however unlikely,
leaves the door open next week for Ted Lasso's men
to complete the Cinderella story their fans have been dreaming of.
Oh, there he is. Look at him.
[Arlo] The City faithful are letting Jamie Tartt know
how they feel about their former player who left them for reality television.
- [Manchester City fans booing] - Welcome home, dickhead! [laughs]
[Arlo] Perhaps not the homecoming he might have dreamt of.
Oh, boy.
Come on, Son. That's it, that's it. Fucking bastards.
[Arlo] City can clinch the title with a win today.
A loss makes things very interesting next week.
We find out in 90 minutes that starts now.
[whistle blows]
[Manchester City fans booing]
[Arlo] Ooh, clattered!
[Chris] Tartt can expect a lot of that today.
[booing continues]
Here are some complimentary nuts. And I'll be back to get your drinks. Okay?
[Arlo] Physical play from City as Tartt pushes Richmond forward.
- Tartt has options. - Colin's open.
[Arlo] Oh, a nifty move finds Bumbercatch.
The Swiss crosses to the far post.
- Hughes! - [fans cheering]
- [Arlo] The match has barely begun... - Yes.
- ...and the Welshman fires the Greyhounds... - [both cheer]
- ...into the lead with a commanding header. - [both cheer]
There we go.
[Chris] That goal was all down to Tartt. He's seeing two passes ahead.
[Arlo] Brilliant play indeed from the unsinkable Jamie Tartt.
Colin Hughes with the exclamation point, and Richmond leads 1-nil.
[patrons cheering]
- [laughs, cheers] - [squeals] Yes!
Leslie, what you doing?
I'll celebrate when the final whistle has blown.
I don't wanna move and jinx it.
- Okay. [cheering] - [Keeley cheering]
[Arlo] With the great Pep Guardiola at the controls,
rest assured, City won't be quaking in their boots.
What's this sharp-dressed son of a gun got cookin' now, huh?
Go.
[Chris] You know Pep will make the right adjustments. He always does.
Hold on tight.
All right! Here we go!
[Arlo] Halftime approaches, and the Premier League title remains undecided.
[Manchester City fans booing]
[Arlo] Jamie Tartt's hometown fans are still letting him have it.
City continuing to target Richmond's number nine.
Case in point, as Tartt is knocked off the ball.
And here comes City.
De Villardi shoots! Van Damme makes a terrific save.
City making Tartt fight for every inch out there.
Piss off back down South, pretty boy!
[Arlo] Tough crowd, Jamie Tartt. Tough crowd.
We're in the 65th minute.
And since Richmond's early goal, it's been one-way traffic.
City asking plenty of questions, but so far Richmond are not listening.
Oh, a sliver of space for De Villardi.
Is this the equalizer?
No! A swashbuckling save by the masked Canadian.
[Chris] Van damn he's been good today!
- [all cheering] - Come on!
Yeah!
[Arlo] Nearing the 80-minute mark,
Richmond are defending their one-goal lead.
Ndour takes the corner.
Van Damme races off his line to punch, but it finds Elokobi.
De Villardi has an open goal.
- Jamie Tartt soars to clear the danger! - Yes, Jamie!
[all cheering]
Yes, Jamie!
- [Jamie groans] - [Arlo] Oh, no.
It looks like Tartt is in quite a bit of pain.
- [players clamoring] - [Chris] It's his ankle, Arlo.
- He landed on it wrong. - Get up, you soft prick!
[crowd laughing]
Come on.
Is he okay?
[Thierry] Let's go.
Roberts! Get warm.
- I'm good, good. Go, bro. Go, go. - You good?
[Jamie grunts]
Now hold on. He's up, he's up, he's up. Okay.
[Arlo] It appears he'll give it a go.
Good news for Richmond, who can ill afford to play without their star.
Not with this much at stake.
[groans]
- [all groan] - [whistle blows]
[Arlo] We may have spoken too soon, Chris.
Tartt tried to soldier on, but now he's in some distress and may require attention.
Oh, my God.
- [grunting] - [medic 1] Up you go.
[medic 2] Get you on the walk.
Fudge.
[fans applauding, whistling]
- We're finished. We're done. - Come on.
- We're done. - Come on, James.
Roberts! You're going in.
Whoa, hold on, hold on. Hey, hey,
hey, don't hop out there quite yet, Tan, okay?
- Coach, we're a man down. - I know, Coach. Just give me one second.
Hey, Jamie, are you sure you can't get back out there?
- Uh, yeah. - Yeah?
- No. - Hmm?
- Hey, Coach! You wanna play with ten men? - [Ted] Yeah.
Heck yeah! [chuckles] Right, eh? [clicks tongue]
We're just gonna wait and see, okay?
And we'll check in on you, all right?
You two, do me a favor. Heal him. Use all your tricks, please.
Okay. Yeah. We're gonna give him a couple minutes.
- He's gonna be fine. Here we go. Come on! - [Arlo] Ted Lasso elects to wait,
leaving ten Greyhounds against City's mighty 11.
- [crowd roaring] - [Arlo] City looking for the equalizer.
And Orellano shoots. Van Damme is there! And there again!
[fans cheering]
[Arlo] And again!
There's just no penetrating the mask of Van Damme!
With his team facing relentless pressure,
- Ted Lasso is gambling with each... - [sniffs]
- ...passing second he plays with a man down. - I'm gonna need a word, Nate.
- In my office, yeah? - Yeah.
[Chris] I love gambling. Makes me feel alive.
[Arlo] You should probably talk to somebody about that, Chris.
Hello, mate. Come in. Take a seat.
Here we go. [sighs] Mmm.
[sighs] Am I getting promoted?
[sighs] Nate, I gotta let you go.
- W-Was it 'cause I was watching telly? - No.
I'm not pushing desserts hard enough?
No, no, no. It's-- It's nothing you've done.
You're my top man. You're on time, you don't steal, you're sober.
You're like my little unicorn. You know what I mean?
And it breaks my heart to say this, but Jade said if I didn't fire you,
she was gonna report me to the--
Well, I can't say who, because then you'd know what I've done.
But... [clears throat] ...my hands are tied. You gotta go.
[breathes shakily] Yeah.
[fans cheering]
[Roy, Coach Beard] Yeah!
[Arlo] Chris, Richmond aren't playing with a keeper.
They've got a brick wall in front of the goal.
[Chris] No, Arlo, that's a person. I can see his arms and legs.
And his hideous mask.
[Arlo] It seems like it's only a matter of time before City equalize.
That's all they need to clinch the league title today.
Hey, Coach, I don't want Jamie to play hurt.
But we gotta make a decision here.
Personally, I'm fine with him playing hurt.
I played hurt all the time.
You can't walk up stairs.
Okay. Let me go check, all right?
- Thanks, y'all. Thank you. - [breathing heavily]
What you looking for up there, Jamie?
Looking for my dad. I can't find him. It's freaking me the fuck out.
[Ted] Yeah, I get that.
It's like when you don't know where Freddy Krueger is.
'Cause you know it's the second he's gonna pop up
and stick that knife-hand of his in your face.
Yeah, Freddy Krueger's fucking terrifying.
Yeah, well, he had a rough childhood.
And as we all know, hurt people hurt people.
Sometimes they just do it with their knife-hands.
When's the last time you saw your dad?
- Wembley. [pants] - Hmm. Y'all talk since then?
- Nope. [sighs] - Hmm.
Okay. If you could talk to him now, what would you say?
I'd say, "Fuck you." [sighs]
- Mmm, yeah. Makes sense. - [sighs]
- Anything else? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'd say, "Thank you."
You know, Jamie, if hating your Pops ain't motivating you like it used to,
it might be time to try something different.
Just forgive him.
Oh, fuck no. I ain't giving him that.
Mm-mmm, no. You ain't giving him anything.
When you choose to do that, you're giving that to yourself.
[crowd cheers]
- Come on. [grunts] - Okay. [grunting]
- How do you feel? - [exhaling heavily]
- Yeah. Yeah, I feel good, Coach. Yeah. - Yeah. See, the talk helped, right?
Mostly the painkillers and the adrenaline, I think. But--
But yeah, the talk helped, yeah.
Good. Now get your buns out there. Let's go.
[Jamie] Okay, okay.
[Manchester City fans booing]
Come on.
Here we fucking go. Come on, Jamie!
[Arlo] Jamie Tartt with a dramatic return to play.
And he makes sure he lets the City fans know all about it.
[booing]
That's it, baby! You fucking show 'em!
[whistle blows]
Hey, come on, come on, come on.
[all cheering, singing] Jamie Tartt, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Jamie Tartt Do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
[Arlo] Richmond have their backs against the wall. It's De Villardi again.
But Van Damme collects comfortably.
And the Canadian, wasting no time, finds McAdoo. And Richmond are off!
Oh, that's astonishing control from Tartt!
Ooh! Ooh!
- What's happening? Thank you. - Oh!
[Arlo] Tartt cuts inside.
And again.
Oh, he's untouchable!
- [foot impacts ball] - [whooshing]
- [ball hits net] - [fans cheering]
- [cheers] Go, Jamie! - Yes! Yeah! [cheers]
[all shouting, cheering]
[Arlo] And Jamie Tartt all but clinches the win for Richmond
- with a spectacular solo goal! - My goodness! Did you see that?
- [cheering, screaming] - Yes, Jamie!
[Arlo] And a class move from the native Mancunian,
not to celebrate against his former club.
[whistle blows]
[Arlo] And Richmond with a late substitution.
Attaboy, Jamie!
[player] Well done.
- Jamie Tartt, you fucking king! - [fans cheering]
- [fans applauding] - [Arlo] Tartt makes way.
And listen to this response from the City supporters,
an ovation for a visiting player who was also one of their own.
- You don't hear this every day. - Come on.
[Arlo] Just think of what it means for Tartt to hear this.
- And what it means for his family. - [sighs] Yes. Oh, my God.
- [mumbles] - Oh, my God.
- [laughing] - [screaming]
- Fucking beautiful. [gasps] - That was amazing.
[sighing]
Jamie.
[Roy whispers]
He's a tough kid.
His dad would have been proud.
[applauding]
[Arlo] Credit where it's due.
Lasso rolled the dice on Tartt's fitness and the team's talisman
rose to the occasion.
With time running out, City try and cross into the box.
But again, Van Damme is there.
- [whistle blowing] - [cheers]
[screaming, cheering]
[Arlo] And after that sterling performance from Richmond,
the Premier League title will come down to the final week of the season.
Chris, they could win the whole effing thing!
[Chris] Sorry for the almost brutal language there, folks.
- It's that time. Holy crap. - [laughing]
- Good game. Congratulations. - Thanks, Coach. I appreciate it.
Hey, I gotta be honest with you. You're a tough guy to beat, man.
[chuckles] Nah, don't worry about wins or losses.
Just help these guys be the best version of themselves on and off the pitch.
This, at the end, is the most important thing.
I couldn't agree more, Coach.
All right, then. Take care.
[gasps]
[screams]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Boss. Hey, it's good to see you. - Good to see you too.
[no audio]
[players cheering]
[chattering]
- All right, lads. Listen up. - [player] All right. Yo, what's up?
We've got one more game, so that means
a glass of water with every single alcoholic beverage tonight, all right?
[players cheering]
- We rolling? - No, no. I've gotta get this sorted out.
But you have fun with your water, yeah?
[chuckles]
- [Cockburn] There's my lad. Do you proud. - Nice.
- Yeah, you bet, bruv. All right, love. - Hey, take care, bruv.
- Love. - That's what I like, man.
- Be good. Be good. - [Colin] Rest up, man.
Hey, listen, man. I wanna say I'm proud of you.
- You played so well today, man. - Ah, appreciate it, man.
- You scored a goal. Come on. Hey. - Thanks, Jamie.
[speaks Spanish] Well done tonight.
Thank you, man. Big love, amigo.
[sighs]
[whistling] All right, buddy.
I will see you at karaoke.
I will of course sign us up for "Islands in the Stream."
But I'm calling dibs on Dolly. [snaps fingers]
No can do, Coach. [sighs]
Mom's cooking dinner tonight. Last night in town.
All right. Well, give Dottie my love.
Will do. Actually, hold on a sec, Coach. Come here. Check this out. [chuckles]
- Uh... - No, no. I know you've already seen it.
I just don't know if you've watched the whole thing. Look. Look, look.
All right.
So look. After we came in,
Nate had to hide under my desk here for, like, three whole hours
while we were all whooping and hollering and celebrating all around him. [chuckles]
Then, once we all split, he thought he was in the clear.
And boom! Cleaning crew shows up.
Oh, man. That's another two hours under that desk. Yep.
Well, then after they leave, he crawls out.
His legs just gotta be jelly. He can barely stand up.
Look at this. He goes to check the doors, but they're all locked! [chuckles]
Oh, man, that son of a gun
had to climb out the window here just to get out of the building.
[chuckles, sighs]
You know, I don't know about you, Coach.
But I hope that either all of us or none of us are judged
by the actions of our weakest moments,
but rather by the strength we show
when and if we're ever given a second chance.
All right, have fun tonight, Coach. [grunts]
And we rely on each other, ah ha ♪
[whistling]
Fuck.
[message sent sound effect]
[knocks]
- Hi. - Hey. What are you guys doing?
We thought we'd come and keep you company.
- Fucking celebrate. - Yeah!
- [Jamie chuckles] - 'Cause that was fucking amazing, Jamie.
Yeah, I was fucking amazing. You're right.
- [chuckles] - [chuckles] Yes.
- Ey! - [Keeley] Whoo!
- You start us off. - Mmm. Don't mind if I do.
Right. What the fuck happened, man? [chuckles]
[Keeley chuckles]
- Did I look sexy? [chuckles] - [laughing]
Shame you weren't injured in your fucking head, innit?
- [chuckling] - [laughs]
I'm back.
Hey, babe. You all right?
Someone never came for their pickup order.
Oh, thank you. Great.
So, um, I don't know if you heard, but Derek fired me today.
That bastard!
- Yeah. I was devastated. - [sighs]
But it made me realize that even though there's only one match left,
I have to go back to Richmond. To make things right.
Currently writing Ted an apology letter.
It's 60 pages, but I'm just looking for a few trims, so--
- [doorbell rings] - Ooh. [grunts] Two secs.
[sighs, mumbling] Sixty pages.
Oh, my God.
You here to kill me?
Ted and I met playing college football.
He was the backup punter. I was the backup kicker.
We never got in a game,
but we spent a lot of time together, jogging and doing box jumps.
After school, we went our separate ways.
And he was dating Michelle, got into coaching.
And I got into prison.
When I got paroled...
I had no money, family didn't want me. I had nowhere to go.
So I looked up Ted.
He took me in, fed me.
Let me crash on his couch.
And in return, I stole his car.
Now, I didn't get far.
And I would've gone straight back to prison if Ted didn't come down there
and convince those cops that he gave me the car.
Just like in Les Mis.
Our story is very similar to Les Mis, yes.
- You went to prison? - Yes.
For stealing a loaf of meth.
And then I stole from my friend.
Who forgave me. [sighs]
And gave me a job. And a life.
So to honor that, I forgive you.
I offer you a job. And the life part's up to you.
Thank you.
[sighs]
You sure you don't wanna headbutt me? I think it might make us feel better.
[inhales deeply]
Monday, 10:00 a.m.
[breathes deeply]
- Hello? - [Dottie] Ooh, welcome home, honey.
- Come take a seat, you must be starving. - Yeah, okay.
Hey, congratulations on your big win.
I didn't know if you'd be in the mood for meat loaf or lasagna, so I made both.
- [chuckles] - [Ted] Hmm.
- Mom, what's wrong? Why are you here? - What do you mean?
I mean, if you got something you need to say to me,
I'd appreciate it if you just went ahead and said it.
Oh, stop. I just want to spend my last night in London with my son
and make sure everything's all right.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, okay.
Well, thank you for cooking dinner. Both of 'em.
Oh, you're welcome.
- And fuck you for not wanting to talk. - Excuse me?
Thank you for flying all the way here to come see me,
and fuck you for not telling me you were coming.
Thank you for all the small, silly, little things you did for me as a kid, you know?
Like hiding notes in my lunch box
or, uh, putting googly eyes on the fruit at the supermarket just to make me laugh.
And fuck you for not working on yourself
or seeking help after we lost dad.
And for not talking to me about it either.
Just glossing over the whole thing
and-- and acting like everything was all right.
- I'm sorry. - Mm-hmm.
Um... [stammers] ...I didn't know what to do, Ted.
So, I pretended I was okay.
Okay. Well, thank you for the apology.
And fuck you for making me think I had to pretend too.
All right. I-- I appreciate you, uh, sharing all this with me.
I just wish you hadn't carried it around for so long.
[scoffs] Yeah, okay.
And, um, you're right, Ted, I do have something to say to you.
[grunts] Hmm?
Your son misses you.
Yeah, I know.
I miss him too.
[sighs] It's just like I-- [crying]
It's like I'm scared sometimes to, like...
[breathes shakily] ...to get close to that little boy.
Oh, honey, why?
'Cause I know he's gonna leave.
Oh, well...
- God. No, no, no, no. You know-- - [sniffs, sighs]
Oh, all right. That is the thing about being a parent.
[sighs]
Sometimes you lose and...
[stammers] ...sometimes you win, but most of the time you just tie.
All we can do is keep playing.
Right. [sighs, chuckles]
[sniffles] Hmm. Thank you.
- Fuck you. [chuckles] - [chuckles]
Oh, my goodness.
I'm sorry about that. I--
[sighs] You know what? Let me make it up to you, okay?
Why don't you take a seat? And I'll, uh-- and I'll serve you dinner for once, okay?
- [chuckles] What? Oh. Ooh. Okay. - Come on now, pop a squat. Go on.
- Yeah, yeah. [sighs] - [chuckles]
Hey. You know, uh, this therapist must be doing you some good.
- Oh, boy. - [chuckles]
I'm gonna leave her out of this.
Oh, wait till she hears about this. Okay. You know what? Let's start with the wine.
- Let's do, please. - [doorbell rings]
- Bex. - Hi.
Sorry to just show up like this. Um, I need some advice.
- Okay. - Can we come in?
We?
Of course.
Morning, Will.
[Will] Hey. Good morning, Ted.
- Hey, Boss. - Oh. Hello, Ted.
Do you know this John Wooden?
No, ma'am. Never had the chance to meet him.
Oh, pity. I like this.
Ah, I mean, if you don't like that, you don't like ice cream.
- [both chuckle] - What's up?
- Do you know what time it is? - Uh, 9:30.
Or half nine as you folks say over here for some goofy-ass reason.
- Mm-hmm. That's just to annoy Americans. - [chuckles] Ah. Yeah.
No, this is that time of year when I come down here and reveal something to you.
Oh, snap. That's right. Okay.
- [stammers] Well, here we go. - [sighs]
[chuckles] Uh, you know what? Maybe I should guess this year.
No, no, no, that's silly. Yeah.
No, you just go ahead and tell me. Go on, let 'er rip.
- I've got nothing. - Hmm.
Oh, I really tried as well. I mean, even on the walk over here,
I was thinking something would pop into my head, but nope.
- Absolutely nothing. Sorry, Ted. - Hmm.
No truth bomb this year.
Hmm. Well, that's okay. [chuckles] I got one.