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hwp# I know I am, Im sure I am
Im West Ham till I die #
[shouting]
Go on, bruv. Go on, bruv.
Fuck me. If I knew we was going to a bar
mitzvah, Id have brought me fucking skullcap.
Mate, Tottenhams due north.
Are you lost or just fucking stupid?
Still a stand-up comedian, eh, Dunham?
All right, mate.
When the Major was doing your job,
he wasnt nearly so chatty.
Probably cause
he wasnt quite so nervous either.
The Major always preferred a scrap
to your yammer.
- Whats all that? What is that?
- Yammer?
You reckon? Mate, I think you should get
on the next train and fuck off out of here.
- Before something bad happens.
- [Jeering]
Wed be interested to see exactly what that is.
Youre not exactly top-flight mob
these days, are you?
- More like a two-bob mob.
- [Laughter]
See, now, thats just plain rude.
But if you fancy it, who are we to let you down?
- Come on, then!
- Come on, then, you fucking poncey cunt!
- You fucking cunt! You!
- [Chanting]
Fucking have it! Come on.
Lets go.
Im telling you, you dont need Lewis.
I will trade you Keeshon and Maddux for Lewis.
And Im gonna be losing out on this deal.
Because Keeshon, hes back
with the old coach. Hes back with Parcells.
And they are gonna be an unstoppable team.
You know that. I know that.
Look, man, he was
comeback player of the year, you know.
Not many guys have thrown
over yards. Come on.
Let me call you back.
I gotta deal with something.
Buckner. That $ .
I think its a pretty good deal.
We never had a deal, Jeremy.
Look, I know you got screwed here.
But I have my familys reputation to protect.
A Van Holden getting expelled from Harvard.
No way.
Ive got a little more at stake here, Matt.
Buckner.
Come on, man.
My dad is definitely gonna get re-elected.
When I graduate, Ill totally hook you up.
Thanks, bro.
Youre really saving my ass.
Youve reached Carl Buckner. Im currently
on assignment in Kabul and Im unreachable.
Leave a message
at the foreign correspondents desk
at the Washington bureau of the Times
and well get back to you as soon as possible.
Thanks so much.
This is a security announcement
at Heathrow airport.
Please keep your belongings with you
at all times.
[Matt] My name is Matt Buckner.
Last spring, I got kicked out of Harvard
two months shy of my diploma,
but what I was about to learn, no lvy League
school in the world could teach me.
Mind the gap.
Please stand clear of the closing doors.
Mind the gap. Please stand clear.
[Woman] Matt!
- Hi. Hey.
- Hey.
- Oh, my God.
- Its so good to see you.
You, too. Was that a terrorist attack?
What happened here?
Welcome to match-day madness.
Tottenham was in town last night.
- Are you a soccer fan now?
- Dont let them hear you say soccer.
- Whos "them"?
- The British Empire.
Uncle Matt, meet Ben.
- Can you believe that?
- Hey there, little guy.
- Hes adorable.
- Yeah.
It is so good to see you.
But what are you doing here?
It doesnt make sense. Why would you have
been expelled if you didnt do anything wrong?
It was my roommate. Hes a total cokehead.
Somebody tipped off campus security
and we got our room searched.
They found his stash in my stuff.
I guess hed been hiding his shit
in my closet the entire time.
Really?
- Yeah, really.
- You could tell me if you were taking...
- Its not like that.
- So you fought it and they didnt believe you?
Matt. You fought it, right?
Look, you dont know who this guy is.
Hes a Van Holden.
I wouldnt have even had a chance.
So what did Dad say?
"Youve reached Carl Buckner."
"Ill be in the lvory Coast for years"?
- Kabul this time.
- Whatever.
Seriously, though, when you spoke to him,
what did he say?
- I didnt tell him.
- He doesnt know?
- I probably would have done the same thing.
- Yeah?
Once he finds out his golden boy
got kicked out of Harvard,
hell dive headfirst
into an empty swimming pool.
- Gee, thanks.
- [Car door closes]
Oh, Steves home.
- Hi, baby.
- Hey.
- Ive got a surprise for you.
- Oh, honey, we have a guest.
This is my kid brother, Matt.
Matt. All right, mate? How are you doing?
- Its good to finally meet you.
- And you. Finally made it across the pond?
- Yeah.
- [Baby gurgles]
Whos this? Whos this?
Come here. Oh, I missed you. Come here.
Oh!
- I missed you, little Lord Ben.
- Honey, you want some tea?
- Yeah, thatd be great.
- Tea, huh?
- Get over it.
- Hes a good-looking little geezer, int he?
- Sure is.
- Listen, Matt.
Im really pleased youre here,
but I made some plans for tonight.
Ive got this whole romantic evening set up.
Ive got the babysitter booked,
and weve got tickets to see Chicago.
- You wouldnt mind if we go?
- [Knocking]
Oh, excuse me.
Shall we go and see whos banging
the door down? What a surprise.
- What are you doing?
- Aye aye! All right, bruv.
- Jesus, Shannon, you look rough.
- Youre a funny guy, Pete.
- [Pete laughs]
- Matt, this is Pete, Steves brother.
- Pete, this is my brother, Matt.
- Hi.
- All right, son?
- Good to meet you.
Hello, Ben.
# Im West Ham till I die
Im West Ham till I die
- # I know I am, Im sur
