- Previously on Heated Rivalry...
- So, Lily's just a buddy?
- What? - Yo, chill out, man.
I know you text some girl named Lily.
- I don't.
- Are you seeing anyone these days?
- Nope.
- I'm sorry. I can't do this. - Hollander...
- Well, you just seem tense. - I'm fine.
- Shut up. You're in love with him.
- I'm not in love with him.
- You are. - Fuck!
- Roz, you gotta see this. - No!
- Dude, she's, like, a huge fucking movie star.
- I'm Rose, by the way.
- They are definitely one hot couple.
- They are fire.
(Alarm beeping)
(Zipper zipping)
- Hey.
- Hey. I have to get back to my hotel for my pickup.
- Right.
Listen, uh, about last night, I...
- It's fine.
I think this season is stressing me out
more than usual.
- Yeah. Let's do dinner this week.
Maybe just the two of us?
- Yeah, for sure.
- Bye.
(Machine beeping, coffee pouring)
(People chatting, indistinct)
- Top of the morning!
You, uh...
You get any sleep last night, huh?
(Chuckling)
You're a fucking beautician. Let's go.
- All right, welcome back to Man in the Crease,
your one-stop hockey shop.
And to the upcoming All-Star Game in Tampa Bay...
- Major League Hockey fans are finally getting
what they've been asking for for years:
East versus West.
- Which means a chance for something
we've never seen before:
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov playing on the same team,
maybe even the same line.
Who's centering who in Florida?
And where does Scott Hunter fit into the mix?
- And speaking of Scott Hunter,
will the New York captain keep up his red-hot pace,
or will he...
- How do we put this kindly?
- Crash and burn, like he does halfway through every season?
- Not sure that's very kind, but it was succinct.
♪ ♪ ♪
(Skates whooshing, crowd cheering)
(People chatting, indistinct)
(♪ Pop playing on PA ♪)
- Thanks. - Thank you.
You're so cute.
Have I told you how cute you are?
- No. I mean, maybe.
- Well, you are.
Miles is extremely jealous.
- Of me?
- No, of me.
- Oh! Oh.
(Shane chuckling)
- Did you not notice that Miles is gay?
- I guess I hadn't really thought about it, so...
- Well, he is.
And he's low-key in love with you.
- Oh.
- Does it surprise you that Miles is gay?
- No. I mean, of course not, no.
- Well, a lot of actors are.
They're just not all out.
Are there any, like, gay hockey players?
I mean, yes.
Obviously, there are, but are there any openly gay players?
- Yeah, uh, no.
I mean, yeah, there are probably gay players or whatever,
but none that have said it publicly.
- Huh.
- What?
(Rose sighing)
- Sorry, I don't think I'm going about this the right way.
Um...
- Going about what?
- I really like you, Shane.
- I like you too.
- But I have a feeling that...
maybe I'm not doing it for you?
- Yes, you are.
- I know you like talking to me. - Yeah.
- Do you like kissing me? - Sure.
- Wow.
- No. No, no, of course I do. Sorry.
- No, hey, don't apologize.
I just...
I have a feeling.
And--and maybe I'm completely off base here,
but I don't know, I feel like maybe you'd rather be kissing...
Miles?
Hey it's--it's really OK.
- It's not.
I do like you. I really do.
I like talking with you. I like being with you.
I like all of it.
I know the sex stuff is a problem, but...
- It's not a problem.
A problem is something you can fix.
We're more like a square peg in a round hole.
Ew.
No. I'm sorry.
Forget I said that. Um...
We're just...
We're not meant to fit.
And it's really fine.
I just don't think that we can keep trying.
- I get it. I--I just, uh...
I think, um...
I think, uh...
- Hey, you don't owe me any explanation.
- I feel like I kind of do. - You really don't.
Can I ask if you've ever been with another guy?
Have you ever told anyone that before?
Was it different with a guy?
- Of course.
- Was it better?
Yeah, it was, uh...
Um...
It was better.
The thing is, I...
(Chuckling)
I kind of prefer being the hole rather than the peg.
(Laughing)
- Wow!
That is the best thing
any gay boyfriend of mine has ever told me.
- Oh, you've had other...
- Oh, I was in theater school.
Like, 70% of my boyfriends have left me for other guys.
- 70%? - Actually, 80%.
(Chuckling)
Yeah.
- Wow.
(Both chuckling)
- You should follow Miles back on Instagram.
- No.
(Chuckling)
I mean, not "no,"
but I just need to sort some things out first.
- Of course.
- And I was kidding about Miles, but he totally would.
Like, in a heartbeat.
- You haven't said anything to him, have you?
- No, definitely not.
And I never will.
(Sighing)
Let's be friends.
- Yeah. - No, seriously.
Not some bullshit, "Let's stay friends," thing.
Let's be real friends. Like, best friends.
- OK.
- I really like you, Shane.
You're secretly one of the funniest guys I know.
- Well, that secret, you don't have to keep.
- Oh, I will tell everyone.
I have a feeling that there's not a lot of people
you can talk to.
I mean about all the other things and stuff.
- Things and stuff can be tricky for me.
- Text me whenever, OK?
I mean it, because I will be texting you all the time.
- Promise.
- You will wish you never met me.
- Impossible.
(Announcer talking on TV, indistinct)
- Matheson on the power play while Petrov warms the bench.
Jesus Christ.
- Since when do you care what Colorado does?
- Since when did you start smoking again?
- I haven't started again.
Just every once in a while.
- I care about all hockey teams as you well know.
- Of course.
- Especially ones that put good Russian players
on the second shift of the power play
so mediocre Canadian players can waste a minute and a half
with the man advantage.
- Mediocre? Matheson?
- Yes. You can quote me.
- When I see him at the all-star game.
- So embarrassing that he's playing.
- The people voted. They love him.
- The people are wrong.
You're playing on the same team as Hollander this year, right?
- Is he also mediocre?
- No, he's amazing. Those hands.
And he's gorgeous.
- If you say so.
What?
- You know he's gorgeous. And you know he's good.
- He's very good.
- I would love to see you on a line with him.
- Not sure he can play wing.
- But you can.
- You would have him center me?
(Laughing)
Me?
- The people would love it.
- The people are wrong!
(Screaming)
The people are wrong!
(Laughing)
- Ah!
I wonder how many outfits Rose Landry will bring.
She has such good style.
♪ ♪ ♪
(People chatting, indistinct)
(Chair moving)
- Can I offer you something to drink?
- I'll have the same as my teammate, please.
- Of course.
(Clears throat)
- So, what, are they out of ginger ale, Captain?
- I'm feeling a bit wild.
So this should be fun, huh?
I've always wondered what it would be like
to play on the same team.
- Have you?
- Yeah, I have.
Nice that it's in Florida this year, right?
- Yes.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Did, uh, did you bring anyone with you?
- Uh, my parents thought about coming,
but they're going to Mexico in, like, two weeks,
and they've been to these before, so...
- Ah.
- Also, I didn't feel like being managed this weekend.
Did you, uh, bring anybody?
- Nope.
- Nice shirt.
- Thanks. I like to, you know, get into the spirit.
- You're pulling it off.
- Cats and dogs!
Look at this! Fucking beauties!
- Yeah, should be a fun time.
- Careful with this guy, though.
You can never trust him.
- One black coffee, please.
- I'm just fucking with you, Rozy.
It'll be a hell of a time.
Let's go, East boys! Woo-hoo!
(Laughing)
(Chuckling)
- I feel like we're gonna
get a lot of that sort of thing this weekend.
- It should give us a chance to get to know each other.
Who knows what we might have in common.
You're looking very pretty today.
- Hmm?
- Different, maybe?
Someone take you shopping?
- If I, um...
If I tell you something,
will you promise not to tell anyone or make fun of me?
- Well, it depends.
- Seriously.
- Yeah, sure.
- I hired a stylist.
(Laughing)
Fuck you.
- Sorry.
Wow. Of course you did.
- I shouldn't have told you.
- No, no. I love it. I love it.
You got, what, tired of looking like shit?
- I didn't look like shit.
I just wore, like, athletic stuff.
- Mmm. I know what you wore.
- And some of the guys in the league are so fashionable.
- Yeah, so very.
- Not you.
Some of the guys.
- In the league?
- Other players, not you.
- OK.
So, this has nothing to do with Rose Landry?
- No.
Well, I mean, yeah, she always dressed, um, very well,
and so do her friends, but...
I just wanted to stop looking
like I was always going to the gym.
I never really cared about clothes.
- So, uh, you and her are not...
- We're not.
She's great, but, uh...
We're just not...
compatible, I guess.
- Hmm.
- I should circulate, I guess.
- Yeah.
You have new clothes to show off.
(Water splashing)
OK, and I will not be losing this time.
But if I lose,
I will buy you all candy bars from machine inside, OK?
Hey, Hollander!
Hollander, make sure none of these cheaters cheat, OK?
- OK.
- You know that guy? - Yeah.
- Who's this guy?
- That's Shane Hollander.
- Ah, so you know this guy.
(Crowd cheering)
- He's the best player in the league.
- Oh, no, no. That's not true.
Flesher! Boo!
No, you get out of the pool.
No, who is your dad?
Show me your dad.
OK, I forgive you. You can stay.
On your mark, get set...
Go!
♪ ♪ ♪
There is a shark in the water!
There is a shark!
(Crowd cheering)
Ah!
- Great pass.
- Great goal.
OK, you guys won fair and square.
Hey, Hollander.
Can you give these kids some money?
I don't have my wallet.
(Birds calling)
Found you.
- So you were looking for me?
- Of course not.
Oh, I looked up that word,
uh, "compatible."
- What?
- Compatible.
I thought I knew what it meant, but I wanted to be sure.
- Oh.
- So, you and Rose Landry are not...
- Yeah, not compatible.
Not in that way, anyway.
When do you fly out?
- Early.
- Same. Columbus.
- Toronto.
- What room are you in?
(Phone vibrating)
- This looks serious.
- It's not.
I mean, yeah, I guess.
Can you just sit down or something?
It's not just me, right?
- Not just you, what?
- You feel it too, don't you?
- Feel what?
- Last time we were together, it was different.
- What was different? That you ran away?
(Shane scoffing)
- Look, I'm--I'm sorry I freaked out, OK?
- Freaked out over nothing.
- It wasn't nothing.
Don't act like that.
This is hard enough without you being an asshole.
- What do you want, Hollander?
(Sighing)
We get together, we fuck. It's simple.
- Simple?
- It's simple for me.
- Bullshit!
I think...
I think I'm gay.
(Laughing)
- Hmm. Oh yeah?
What--what makes you think that?
- Fuck you, you're not gay.
- No, not completely.
- Yeah, well, I think I am. Completely.
- OK, so you're gay, so what?
- Well, it's kind of a big deal. To me, at least.
Sorry if I'm being boring again.
(Groaning)
- Why are you telling me this?
- Who else am I gonna tell?
It's... not just being gay.
It's you.
It's this.
Being gay is one thing,
but this fucking your arch-rival is another thing.
- That's why it is a secret.
- I know that, but last time...
And for the record, I am sorry about last time, OK?
I'm sorry I freaked out.
But before that...
it was nice.
- It was.
- And it felt like we were something.
- We can't be something, Hollander.
- Would you want to be, if we could?
- We can't.
- That's not what I asked.
- What does it fucking matter?
- I don't think I can keep pretending
I don't like you anymore.
- You don't like me.
- Yeah, I do.
I think I like you maybe a little too much.
- Don't. Don't fucking do this, Hollander.
I'm not...
(Sighing)
I wouldn't be able to go home again.
Ever.
Do you get that?
- Because your family?
- Because Russia!
I would not be able to go back to Russia!
- What would happen to you?
- I don't want to find out.
- But would your parents...
- My father is police. My brother is police.
- And your mother?
- Dead.
- I'm sorry.
- I was young.
My father is very old fashioned.
And sick.
- Sick like crazy?
- That too, a little, but no, sick more like...
- Oh, like cancer?
- Dementia.
- That's awful.
Hey.
Hey...
- Sorry.
(Chuckling)
- What?
- Nothing.
Good night, Shane.
(Chuckling)
- Good night, Ilya.
(Phone vibrating)
- Boston Lily's texting you. Have fun!
- It's not... - I don't care!
(Phone vibrating)
(Sighing)
- My brother.
- You can take it if you want to.
- No, I don't want to.
- Is everything OK at home?
Your father?
- Enough, OK?
- Enough what?
- Questions. You have too many of them.
- I'm sorry.
- It's OK.
- I wasn't clear.
I'm sorry in advance for tonight's game.
We're gonna destroy you guys.
- Oh. So you are the asshole.
- No, it's still you.
- No, not me. You are the asshole.
- Everyone must know this.
Everyone, Shane Hollander is an asshole.
(Phone vibrating)
(♪ Oh My Bride by The Deadly Snakes ♪)
OK, listen up. The rumors are true!
$1,000 for every goal scored tonight.
OK, boys? Montreal goes home crying.
Please, please!
- You fucking heard him, boys. Let's go, boys!
- Let's do it!
- Roll out!
No, no, no, it's not true.
I said you fuckers owe me $1,000 for every goal I score.
You each owe me 3,000 fucking dollars.
- Fuck off, Rozy.
- You all agreed, huh?
(Phone vibrating)
What the fuck do you want?
- Hey!
- Hey, did you hear about Rozanov?
- What about Rozanov?
- Well, he did not fly with the rest of the team to Nashville.
- He flew separately?
- He did not go to Nashville at all.
- Well, he didn't get hurt last night, did he?
- Not that I know of. - No, he didn't.
- Maybe he's sick.
- He's not.
I mean, he didn't seem sick.
- Who gives a shit?
ESPN is just saying he did not go to Nashville.
Calm down.
(Can opening)
(Line ringing)
- Hi. This is Ilya.
I will never listen to your voicemail.
(Phone vibrating)
- Hey. Are you OK?
- You wear glasses?
- Just for reading.
Where are you?
- Home. Put them back on, please.
- Boston?
- Moscow.
- Oh. Are you OK?
- I will be better when I see you in your glasses again.
- Happy?
- Happier.
- Is your father...
- Yes, dead.
- Ilya...
I'm so sorry.
- What are people saying about me?
- Nothing.
Um, the media is being super secretive,
and the Raiders haven't...
- Good.
I will be back by the end of the week.
- You should take more time than that.
- Why? So you can catch up to me in the scoring race?
- I'm being serious.
You know,
you can talk to me about whatever.
I want to help if I can.
- Take off your clothes.
- What?
- I'm also being serious.
If you want to help me, take your clothes off.
Glasses back on.
(Bells tolling)
(Wind howling)
(♪ Man singing, lyrics indistinct ♪)
(Whispering)
(Sighing)
- Stop fucking avoiding me.
- If only.
(Sniffling)
- So?
- So what?
Don't fucking touch me.
- Then tell me the fucking plan.
- Jesus Christ.
I don't know yet, Alexei! He just died.
Can I get a minute to breathe?
- And me?
What about me?
Do I get to breathe too?
Or is that just something reserved for rich faggots
who abandon their families?
- Abandoned?
Who's money do you live on, you piece of shit?
Who puts food in your mouth and coke up your nose?
- I have a child, Ilya!
And a fucking wife!
And me, I've spent the last five months
taking care of our dying father every fucking day!
- I thought I heard singing.
- Great.
Now we have to listen to this whore run her mouth.
(Screaming)
- Stop, Ilya! Stop.
He's not worth it. He's not worth anything.
(Breathing heavily)
- You can have my apartment.
And there will be a trust for my niece.
She can have it when she's 18.
And you will never, ever contact me again.
If you do, I will use every piece of my fame and money
and notoriety to make sure that you can't show your face
in this fucking city
without someone wanting to break it open.
So take what I offer,
shut your fucking mouth and walk away.
I don't deserve you.
- Yes, you do.
But you don't want me.
- You know I love you.
- I know you do.
But it's not the same as it is with Jane, is it?
I love you too.
And whatever you need, I'll be here.
I'm not going anywhere.
I just hope Jane knows how lucky he is.
- Hey, I'm just gonna...
- (Hayden): Have fun!
(Phone vibrating)
(Vibrating continues)
- How are you?
- OK.
Not good.
Probably bad.
- How's your, uh, family?
- At their worst.
My brother is...
I don't know. Scared.
It makes him terrible.
And it makes me terrible back.
- Is it very upsetting?
- Yes.
But maybe I'm upset
about the wrong thing.
- You mean not your father?
- Maybe...
I...
I wish it could be different.
I wish he could know me, or...
(Inhaling deeply, exhaling)
I don't know. I don't know.
English is too hard right now.
- I wish I spoke Russian.
- Mmm.
Yeah, you could probably learn it in a week.
No accent. Perfect.
Bonjour.
- That's French, Ilya.
- Yeah, I know, Shane.
- Where are you?
- I'm just walking.
I needed to get out.
(Sniffling)
- Hey, uh, I have an idea.
How about you tell me everything that's on your mind,
but in Russian?
I won't understand, but maybe it'll help.
- OK.
(Inhaling deeply)
I never want to come back here again.
I fucking hate it here.
And they all fucking hate me.
I pay for everything.
I make sure everyone has clothes they like.
I make sure the food is perfect,
that Father is buried next to his parents,
that the tomb is perfect.
And the only fucking word I ever hear is:
"I want more, Ilya.
I need more, Ilya, more, more, more!"
And I have nothing for these people!
I give them everything...
but I feel fucking empty.
They don't care.
They look at me and they see a bank. Or an enemy.
Or I don't even know what.
My brother, he always hated me.
And I know why, but...
it kills me.
And it kills me that he took care of my father and I didn't.
But I couldn't!
I wasn't here.
I still paid for it all.
And he will never forgive me.
For any of it.
For existing.
And it means.
I have no one now.
Well, not no one. I have...
Svetlana.
She loves me.
And I love her.
But not like...
Fuck me.
But not like I love you.
That's the worst fucking part of all this is...
that all I want is you.
It's always you.
I'm so in love with you,
and I don't know what to do about it.
OK, I'm done.
- Do you feel better?
- Yes.
Thank you.
- Maybe you could teach me Russian someday.
- Yeah. OK.
Only useful phrases.
- Like what?
- I don't know, like:
"Harder, please. Yes, sir."
- Fuck you.
- No, more like: "Fuck me, please."
- How about...
"I wish you were here right now"?
- I wish I was too.
- (Announcer): A little winter thaw
couldn't come at a better time
for a Montreal team that needs to heat up right now.
- The Metros are clinging to a wildcard spot in the playoffs.
- And tonight, they're facing the Boston Raiders
with Ilya Rozanov back in action
following the passing of his father.
- Everyone's thoughts and prayers
go out to the Boston captain,
who can't have had an easy couple of weeks.
But counting him out would be a mistake.
- It sure would.
'Cause few players respond to adversity like Rozanov.
- We still on for tonight? After?
1919.
That's the code. For the front door.
I'll text it to you.
- Front door. Brave.
- Fuck you.
- Later.
- What was that about?
- Oh, I just offered my condolences.
- Oh, yeah. That's nice.
Fuck, I should have done that.
What did he say?
- Told me to fuck off.
(Laughing)
- Jesus, what a dick.
- He's not that bad. It's mostly an act.
- A pretty convincing one.
- Yeah, well, let's make sure we win this one, right?
- Fucking rights!
♪ ♪ ♪
(Crowd cheering)
♪ ♪ ♪
(High-pitched ringing)
(Whistle blowing)
- Marleau, you motherfucker!
- (Announcer): You hate to see that happen.
It looked like a clean hit.
Hollander just did not see it coming.
- Ilya Rozanov still on the ice, looking very concerned.
Not even Rozanov wants to see someone hurt like that.
- Here come the medics.
It's unclear if he's responsive or not.
- One, two, three.
- Is he OK? Fucking tell me!
- Get to your bench, Rozanov. I'm not gonna tell you again.
- You know, you can say what you will about this rivalry,
these two have played...
Obviously, a lot of admiration there.
- I need you to stay awake, OK, Shane?
Eyes open, buddy.
- OK. My parents...
- Your parents, your coach is calling them, OK?
- OK.
Tell him I'm fine, I'm OK.
- Tell who?
- He's gonna worry.
- Your coach is calling your dad.
- Not him, Ilya.
- Who? Hey, Shane, you really need to keep your eyes open, OK?
(Siren wailing, door closing)
(High-pitched ringing)
- Ilya!
- I, um, I just wanted to...
Are you OK?
- Concussion and a fractured collarbone.
Out for the playoffs, but...
- Could have been worse. - Could have been worse.
- Marleau feels terrible.
He did not mean to hurt you.
- I know. Part of the game.
We all get our bell rung eventually, right?
- Right.
- Hey.
Hey! - OK, OK...
Shhh, shhh.
- Yes! Better.
Mmm.
- You scared me.
- I'm sorry I didn't text you last night.
- No, it's OK.
- I was excited about last night.
I'm mostly mad at Marleau for fucking that up.
- He feels really bad.
- You know, I had a whole plan to ask you something.
- Maybe it's better if you just rest now.
- I was gonna ask you... - Hollander...
- Will you come to my cottage this summer?
Don't go to Russia.
Come to my house.
We'll have so much fun.
It's so private. No one will know.
- Hollander, you know I can't do that.
- We could have a week or even two.
We'd be completely alone.
Together.
- Maybe. Maybe.
(Door opening)
- Oh, no.
- Uh-oh!
You're not gonna smother him with a pillow,
are you, Mr. Rozanov?
- Ah, no. No, no, no.
But good thinking.
But no, I was just leaving.
- OK, bye-bye.
- Goodbye.
- Mmm. See you next season.
- Get well soon, Hollander.
- Thank you. I appreciate it.
Hello!
- Hello! - Ah!
- It's still in a sling,
but I can lose the thing in a few days, I think.
- (Rose): How's jerking off?
- Ma'am, I'm at my parents' house, so...
- So, constant? Endless?
(Chuckling)
- Pretty much.
Um, how are the reshoots going?
- Fine.
I mean, this movie makes no sense.
(Chuckling)
It doesn't!
- At least you're getting paid
properly this time.
- I miss being kidnapped.
I regret shapeshifting.
- My parents keep asking
if you're gonna come by this summer.
- Well, I still might!
They can't keep me here till September.
I'm gonna lose my mind.
- I don't think that's what they mean.
- Well, just tell them.
- Rose... - Just do it.
Tell them I'm gay and you got sick of being my beard.
- I can't lie to them.
- Um...
- More than I already have.
- I think they'd love it.
And then they'd have to keep my secret.
My big lesbian secret.
Oh, God. I wish.
- Same.
- They probably would love that.
- Third period's starting.
- Coming!
- OK, I gotta go,
but let me know what you decide about Labor Day weekend.
- I will. I love you.
- Rozanov coming up the right wing
with Hunter staying on him.
Rozanov tries to push past him with no luck.
- He's playing hurt. It's his ribs, I bet.
- How do you know that? - Am I right?
- I don't know.
- Your mother's a witch.
OK, the Raiders have lost.
Dinner to celebrate.
- Dad! - What?
We don't hate him anymore?
I can't keep up!
- No, we do, just...
- Rosanov went to see Shane in the hospital.
- Oh, so now you like him.
- Well, now I hate him less.
And good for Scott Hunter.
- Why good for Scott Hunter?
- I don't know. It's his year.
- How can you possibly know that?
- She's a witch! - Stop it with that.
- Or what? - Or I'll cast a spell.
(♪ Classical playing quietly on stereo ♪)
(Toilet flushing, water running in distance)
(Door opening)
Turn off all the lights when you go to bed.
And stop staring at the screen.
- My head is fine, and I'm a fully grown adult.
- (Announcer): And in less than one minute,
ladies and gentlemen,
the New York Admirals will have done what they set out to do,
finally bringing the Cup back to New York.
- After over a decade in the wilderness,
Scott Hunter and his teammates taking...
- I told you!
(Typing on phone)
Who are you texting?
- Hayden.
- Oh, how's the baby?
- Great!
- ...is finally making history tonight.
Fifteen seconds remaining.
- Marleau holds it behind the net.
Ten seconds remaining as Marleau passes it.
(Crowd counting down on TV)
They're running out the clock.
- The New York crowd is on its feet.
They can't believe it!
- And there you have it!
82 regular season games, 23 playoff performances,
and the New York Admirals have won the Cup
for the first time in 28 years!
- Your 2017 champions!
- They've done it! I cannot believe it.
I cannot believe what I am witnessing right now!
(Crowd cheering)
- (Announcer): Your champions are the New York Admirals!
The 2017 Champions!
(Crowd roaring)
- Yeah!
- Hey...
- I'm not sad.
- You're allowed to be.
- Yes! Let's fucking go, bro!
We fucking did it, baby!
Yeah!
- Vaughn takes it from Hunter.
Vaughn was drafted six...
(♪ I'll Believe in Anything by Wolf Parade ♪)
(All talking, indistinct)
♪ Give me your eyes ♪
♪ I need sunshine ♪
♪ Give me your eyes ♪
♪ I need sunshine ♪
♪ Your blood, your bones ♪
♪ Your voice... ♪
And winning the show is getting to bring
the people you love...
- For your niece. Don't forget.
- Put them in the suitcase.
- Incredible scene down here as the Cup is passed around.
- Hunter seems to be looking out to the fans.
- No doubt a recognition of their sticking with him.
♪ But I'll believe in anything ♪
♪ And you'll believe in anything ♪
♪ I said I'll believe in anything ♪
♪ And you'll believe in anything ♪
- Yeah, you. Come!
- Go!
♪ If I could get the fire out from the wire ♪
♪ I'd share a life and you'd share a life ♪
- Is that a fan?
- Big moment for that fan if true.
♪ If I could get the fire out from the wire ♪
♪ I'd take you where nobody knows you ♪
♪ And nobody gives a damn ♪
♪ I said nobody knows you ♪
♪ And nobody gives a damn ♪
- Hunter now trying to get someone's attention,
apparently inviting someone from the crowd down to the rink.
- He just hopped the boards.
- You don't have to do this. - Yes. Yes, I do.
♪ And I could give you my apologies ♪
♪ By handing over all the olive trees ♪
♪ And I could take away the shaky knees ♪
♪ And I could give you all the olive trees ♪
♪ Oh, look at the trees and look at my face ♪
♪ And look at a place far away from here ♪
♪ So give me your eyes ♪
♪ I need sunshine ♪
♪ Give me your eyes ♪
♪ I need sunshine ♪
I love you so fucking much.
- I love you too.
(Crowd cheering)
- Oh, wow!
- You don't see that every day.
Pretty big night for hockey.
(Crowd cheering)
- And listen to that crowd! - They're loving this!
Good for him!
Good for Scott Hunter!
- What the...
- I'm coming to the cottage.
- Uh...
♪ Nobody knows you ♪
♪ And nobody gives a damn either way ♪
♪ You know I'll believe in anything ♪
♪ And you'll believe in anything ♪
♪ Because nobody knows you ♪
♪ And nobody gives a damn either way ♪
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