Footballers' Wives

What are you like?

A shadow.

- Who you texting? - Amber. We're meeting for lunch.

- I told you that. - Just asking. Not prying.

Women. You'll be seeing each other in a couple of hours.

Shit! Clumsy cow!

It'll take me ages to get my address book sorted again.

- You should back up your SIM card like me. - Yeah.

You not wearing your new necklace?

Can't sleep in it, can I?

Besides, I don't know if it will go with the outfit.

Thought you wanted to show it off to Amber.

Tell you what, I'll wear it to the shooting party and show it off to everyone.

I want you to wear it all the time, Luce.

It means a lot to me.

How we've moved on from the bad times,

and you trust me.

Yeah, you're right. Sod the D&G.

It'll look great with my aqua Cavalli.

Later.

All right, lads, well done. Good session. Well done, Seb.

Hey, well played, Fry. I'll see you next time.

Boss, I was wondering if I could have a couple of days off training next week.

You trying to get your asking price down or what?

It's just a couple of days. I need to spend some time with Amber.

You know she's not keen on moving.

She should be licking your boots. Your salary's just about to skyrocket.

She just needs some time.

No. The answer's no.

You're mine until your contract runs out.

I'm counting the days.

- Going to Milligan's shooting party? He better.

- Starting to think you don't like us. - I don't know.

I'm not really into killing stuff.

They're clay pigeons, doofus.

The only thing you'll be killing is a bottle of red.

- You and Bethany will be going, won't you? - Of course.

- You set a date for the wedding yet? - No. Still, you know, planning.

I reckon you'll be up for skipper when Gates is gone.

Hadn't really thought about it.

Hey, you got anything juicy over there?

- Pass it over here. I'm still young, free and single. - Help yourself.

Noah.

- Tim. - Hi.

I thought we could use a little private chat.

- Yeah, of course. - It's about the wedding.

I know you're busy at the moment,

but I really think it's time we put pen to paper and got something organised.

Yeah, I've been meaning to, but with the season...

Noah, you haven't even bought Bethany an engagement ring yet.

- I'm not doubting your commitment... - Don't be silly.

Yeah, but maybe I can help.

I know it's daunting with all the publicity involved but I can handle that from the church's side.

- The church? - Well, of course the church.

You're a figurehead. You're the most shining example of our programme's success.

We don't want to miss out on the promotional opportunities

your wedding will give us, do we?

No.

I mean, you've been saved.

Now you can show a whole generation of mixed-up people

that gay is not the way. Yeah?

I mean, interviews, posters...

I know you'll wanna help.

We'll talk about it later.

Oh, that's nice. Where did you get that from?

It's beautiful, isn't it? Bruno gave it to me.

- Oh, what's he done now, then? - Don't be like that.

Okay, I know. He's been a pig in the past.

But he really wants to change.

And this is like starting again.

Well, if you really think you can trust him.

I mean, you said he was obsessive, kept checking up on you all the time.

Yeah, but let's face it. He had something to check up on this time, didn't he?

You said it.

No, Giles really was just a friend.

- A good friend. - Just not someone Bruno would take to.

I was depressed, Amber, and he was good to talk to.

But that's all changed now anyway.

I didn't push Bruno into apologising, you know.

He really meant it. He really saw what he was doing.

And for the first time in my marriage,

I feel like I'm not walking on eggshells in my own home.

Well, long may it continue.

What about you?

What about the transfer? Bruno said it looks like Madrid?

- I'll miss you. - Well, it's not over yet, darling.

What are you talking about? It's good for Conrad.

- And you'll make a packet. - Look, I want Phoenix to go to school in England.

I'm sick about this being all about Conrad.

I mean, Sparks are going through a difficult patch, that's all it is.

Yeah, but you can't do anything about it so you may as well make the best of it.

- I'm on the board, aren't I? - But Hazel's the Chair.

As elected by a consortium.

Now, it would be a shame if they lost confidence in her, wouldn't it?

- Conrad won't thank you for it. - Conrad doesn't know what's good for him.

I do.

You know how to cheer a girl up, don't you?

I'm an accountant, not a magician.

Still, the purse we get for Gates will help.

See you at the next board meeting, then.

Jools?

It's me.

We still on for tonight?

Great.

We need to talk.

About the future.

- Give us a call. - I will do.

- Okay, see you soon. - Bye.

Thank you.

Oh, no. No.

What exactly are you trying to say to us, Amber?

Because this should be discussed at a consortium meeting, not behind closed doors.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

Look, your businesses have invested in this club

because of their loyalty to the team and because they trust Hazel Bailey.

But you're not there day to day and I think that you should know your chairperson

is unreliable, to say the least.

Roger Webb is incompetent. He's lost it.

I mean, everybody knows it but Hazel refuses to do anything about it.

All she wants to do is throw short-term money at an on-going problem.

Your money.

But she's stripping this club of its assets as we speak.

- And Conrad Gates... - Your husband.

- You should be thrilled. - Ex-husband.

Look, it's bad for the club. That's what I'm saying.

She's allowed her manager to rob us of Europe by refusing to play Seb Webb

who, once again, you paid for. And...

And...

she's an alcoholic.

Look, I'm a major shareholder.

I have the know-how and I have the drive

and I want to pick this club out of the shit hole that Hazel Bailey has dropped it in.

Yes, she was good. Yes, she was once

but she stopped listening to reason.

I can add my shares to the consortium

and substantial cash donations.

Personal donations, off the books.

Call it a thank you.

Oh, we do want the club to prosper, of course.

If she is drinking too much, that is a worry.

What does Vince say?

You're a very convincing woman, Amber.

I like to think so.

So, I take it you'll have a word with the others,

make the right decision.

It'll be a relief to know that my money is in such capable hands.

- Shit! - You're having me bugged!

- You what? - I couldn't believe it. So I had it checked out.

But even then, I thought it must be a mistake.

So he showed me how it worked. Got me up on-screen.

A little red dot. You bastard.

It's for security, Luce. What if you're kidnapped?

That's why you never told me about it.

"I want you to wear it all the time. It means so much to me."

It means you can keep tabs on me more like.

- I need to know you're safe. - You need a bloody shrink, you wacko!

Watch your shitting mouth!

You make me what I am. Winding me up, giving me all the lip!

That's the last time you raise your hand to me, Bruno.

All right. All right, I won't hit you.

But just don't push me, Luce!

'Cause I'm the head of this family, not you!

You're the head of nothing.

I'm leaving you.

Angelica!

Angelica.

Going somewhere?

Come here, sweetheart.

We're watching a video, aren't we, princess?

Where are you going, Mummy?

Mummy's not going anywhere, darling. She's just feeling a bit grumpy.

Mummy wouldn't ever go anywhere without you, would she?

I don't want her coming, Bruno.

- The guns will frighten her. - Rubbish.

She's her father's daughter.

Besides, you think I'm gonna leave her here with you?

- I'm just saying. - We're all going. As a family. Big smiles.

And Angelica's staying right by my side.

You don't have to be like this, babe.

You've said you won't hit me again

and I believe you.

I've never hit you in my life, sweetheart.

You've been hitting Angelica.

No control of your temper.

That's what I'll be telling my lawyers tomorrow when I file for divorce.

Unless you start behaving.

You better go and get dressed. Our guests will be here soon.

Well, go on. Off you go.

Is that nice?

Borrow this.

You taking the piss?

This is a shoot, all right? Not a school disco.

- Yeah, I do know what a gun is, Dad. - Yeah.

But do you know how to use one?

Team Webb. What do you reckon?

Or I could kick your arse and make a few quid.

Go on, for a laugh.

- Where's your competitive spirit, eh? - You're on.

- Hey, you look absolutely gorgeous. - Thank you.

What do you reckon? Chip off the old block or what?