Heated Rivalry Episode 2 Transcript
L- Still mad about Vegas?
J- I'm not mad about anything!
Both smile about it on their run
Shane scores ilya is right behind him
Shane in the locker room after the game
L- What's a girl to do on a lonely night in Montreal?
Shane looks at it and then puts his phone down no response
Flashes to ilya looking at his phone in his locker room still nothing
L- Want to come while you're in Boston?
Shane looks and then tucks his phone away as if he's not going to respond. Then we flag to ilya in his? kitchen.
J- Did you use Google translate?
J-What you wrote names no sense.
L-Oh yes it does. Read it again.
Realization. Shane shakes his head and smiles.
Shane watching a Boston game.
L-Playoffs are fun. How come you aren't here?
J- …and see you next year, asshole
L- Promise? I still want that asshole… And yes, is proper grammar.
Ilya and Shane. Ilya in locker room with cross in his mouth, Shane in living room with hoodie string in his mouth.
Shane in hotel room with Hayden both on their beds looking at their phones.
L- A place where you can get what you want…
Shane immediate slams his phone screen down next to him. Hayden looks at him like what's up bro? Shane tried to laugh it off and picks up his phone to look at it again like nothing happened. Both go back to their own phones.
Shane in the gym an the rowing machine
L- I'm going to score 9 goals next week.
L- One for every inch of the dick you want.
Shane immediately puts phone down and gets to rowing.
Flashes to ilya smirking very proud of himself in his own him (bike?) tv in front of him shows Shane doing a commercial of some kind. Montray?
L- If Boston wins this round I get to fuck you next fall. Deal?
Shane stands up to put phone on the top shelf of his locker.
Flashes to later Shane in bed (at home?) looking at the same text from earlier
J- And what do I get if Montreal wins?
JJ “hey, if rozanov fucks you tonight. I'm gonna fuck him back”
Hayden “I think you mean “fucks with”, buddy.”
JJ “I fucking mean what I mean”
Mitty “yo they're burning a fake rozanov outside”
Someone says they do it to Shane in Boston too
Shane all like that's not helping me focus
Hayden “yeah Mitty go be weird somewhere else”
Mitty “I'm not even that weird”
Guy comes in and asked Shane to do done press in “like, 10?” Shane agreed of course
Hayden starts a bit telling like a reporter “ now Mr. Hollander what does Montreal have to do to win tonight?”
“Well, hockey is a complicated and nuanced game, but it would be helpful if we scored more fucking goals than the other team”
“And how about that” exaggerated
June 30, 2013 Russia's anti-LGBQ law was signed into law
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_anti-LGBTQ_law#Background
https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/10758216.2025.2487577#abstract
https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/15564886.2023.2167142?src=
Reporter “ilya rozanov has been on a tear lately he had a hat truck last week and he's almost caught up to you in the scoring race. Want to know what he had to say about that?”
Shane already shaking his head, “nah, I'll listen if he actually catches up. Thanks guys.” (He really is sassy)
L- How many times can you cum in one hour?
Drafts: J- we are about to play a GAME AGAINST EACH OTHER!! Deletes
Flashes to ilya getting the dots of doom on and off
Drafts: J- Are you trying to fuck with me before the game? Deletes
Puts phone on shelf above locker
Flashes to ilya still watching his phone, nothing
J- I don't know. Maybe twice?
To ilya smiling (I'm assuming at how very Shane of an answer that is)
J- Who taught you that word?
J- If you're lucky, I'll text you after the game.
Shave goes to put phone on shelf, it dings. He brings it back down.
L- Are you as hard as I am right now?
Shane puts the phone back in the shelf.
Cliff “wow this Montreal girl works you up brother” (uh, considering him and Shane really haven't done much of anything it's fascinating that cliff noticed a pattern)
“Shut your idiot face, Marley”
“You're straight up blushing Roz”
“Uh, no. Never in life have I blushed. Russians do not do this.”
Roz puts his phone on the shelf with a clunk
Flashes to the end of the game
Flashes to Roz in sketchy alley behind sex condo
Shane opens back door. Ilya looks concerned.
Ilya “You will murder me.”
As soon as door closes Shane's got ilya up against the wall, mad. “Why the fuck did you think it was okay to sext me before the game?”
I think ilya's enjoying this.
“You were hard weren't you?” “ For how long? The whole game?”
“You're such a fucking asshole…”
Shane starts to walk away up the stairs
“Oh you missed me, didn't you?” in an obnoxious tone
“I fucking didn't” “ And I still beat your ass”
“Oh, barely” sassy hand wave off
“Thanks, I bought it a couple years ago, (beg. 2011?) but then this year I bought another one. Right next door. I eventually might turn it into one place, but for now I'm renting the next door one out.”
“Mr. uh Landlord” funny arm move
Pause where they just started at each other.
Ilya comes in with the kiss.
Ilya “So where do you want me?” “I'm the kitchen, on the floor?”
Bed, ilya names fun of Shane for the about of pillows by asking if his mom bought them Shane's all serious, no I hired someone.
“You think there is enough?”/s
“I think maybe you like it”
“I can smell the cigarettes from here” (they're at least 5ft apart maybe more
Ilya scoffs in the back of his throat rolling his head up in exasperation. “I had one”
“You shouldn't be smoking”
“And you shouldn't be talking”
“No you come here” back and forth as they both walk towards each other step by step. Shane's really smiling
“Don't worry it will fit” fun/lh tone
Shave reaches over to night stand and takes out a whole string of condoms
Ilya “wow, wow. You think this will be enough?”
Pretty sure ilya starts eating him out.
Cuts to seemingly right after ilya stuck his dick in.
Nod fast little nod repeated
“Holy shit Rozy” (positive sounding, but ilya’s got to make sure)
fade out and back in to switching poistions shane getting on his stomach, Rozanov getting back in there, keeping an eye out for Shane
kisses between his sholder blades
fade out and back in and now they’re REALLY at it
Shane “oh my goo..” moaning and such GRABING that pillow
Seems like we achieved hands free lift off everybody, and ilya worked through that shit
ilya kisses shanes upper back again and again up towards his neck
Ilya gives shane a little hair pet
cuddles! Ilya’s head on shane’s chest, Shane’s hand in Ilya’s hair, ilya’s kissing Shane’s chest
“Now the bed’s all dirty”
Shane’s hand still in Ilya’s hair both very cuddly, ilya goes in for a little kiss
Ilya “I will shower now, okay?” Ilya gets up to go do that and it
fades back to Ilya coming back from shower and floppping across the bed to land his head right back on Hollander’s chest for CUDDLES
Ilya “You killed me Hollander, I am dead”
Shane “that was so fucking hot”
Ilya tilts his head back to look up at shane, Shane’s go this arms around Ilya
Shane leans i for tender kiss in response, then does a FOREHEAD KISS, ilya looks idk concerned? confused? briefly then leans back mask down
“I should go”, shane nods
ilya gets up out of bed and shane looks a little concerned? himself after ilya
flashes to bottom of stairwell ilya tying his shoes shane sitting on the steps above (from behind shane, can’t see either of their faces)
“So, obviously, we wont be seeing each other during the Olympics, right?”
Switches so we’re behind ilya and can see shanes face and Ilya’s body
“You’re family must be happy they’re in Russia.”
Close up of Shanes face, can only see part of ilya’s thigh and hand
“My parents are pretty psyched for me. They’re pissed they can’t come, but my mom’s threatening to wake up at 4 am to watch every game. I bet your parents will be there, right?”
“My father, yes. Maybe my brother, but who knows?”
“Cool. Anyways, I’m psyched. I’ve dreamed about it my whole life.”
“Dreaming of what? Bronze medal?”
“Hey, uh, remember when I made you cum hands free?”
“Go fuck yourself Rozanov.” (incredibly fond)
Ilya leans in, proping hiself up with his hand on Shanes thigh. Shane seems very relaxed, watchihng ilya and very receptive, faces inches apart
“Your cab is definately here”
Both lean in for a kiss, second kiss
Ilya, irreverant “Bye” leans back up and grabs his jacket
Shane watches him fondly as he leaves before closing his eyes and crossing his arms as the door closes (processing?)
4 days into games - commentators talking
Ilya getting interviewed looking a little devastated
Shane in a cafe looking at his phone concerned, staring at his text thread with Lily, the last texts were Lily with a 😈 (smirking devil) and Jane responded with 🙄 (deadpan eyeroll) THen Lily with ‘Here?’
🎵Chelsea mon amour by Phillipe B.
Flips so we can see Shanes face instead of the phone screen, he’s looking concerned eyes an little wet. Frame shifts so we can see two people in the background walking by, stopping as the spot shane looking at him thorugh the window and then turn to enter the cafe, but they are blurry in the back ground
Vaughn “Hollander, what’s up mother fucker”, running up to him excitedly tapping his arm
Vaughn “Holy fuck, Can you believe Russia?”
Vaughn “They lost to fucking Latvia. You see that game (looking back towards Shane)”
Shane “Yeah, it was a straight up shit show”
Vaughn “Hey what did Roz say about it?”
Shane “I don’t know. Nothing to me that’s for sure (looking down and to the right). I think he knows Canada has this in the bag.
Vaughn “Uh-uh. It’s USA this year, baby. We’re fucking coming for you. Trust me.”
Shane “You look great in silver Vaughny don’t even stress” (Scott flinches back, like BURN)
Fades out and back in to them all sitting at the table eating somethng out of cups with spoons
Shane “Does your room have that smell?”
Scott “Yes. Yes, it does.”
Shane “Is it black mold? bc that’s what JJ thinks it is”
Scott “He’s probably right. GOod new is we’re not going to be here long enough.” (this reaks of metaphore scott and shane having this convo”
Vaughn cuts off Scott “Ok, so tonight, we can do men’s short form figure scating? or”
Shane “My buddy Joe is in that program. We trained together. Would you guys be cool to do that? I’d love to show up for him.”
Vaughn “Hell yeah, man. Show up for any dude who’s that brave.”
Shane “What do you mean?”
Scot looking between them a little concerned, Vaughn looking towards Scott a little confused
Vaughn “Well, I’m assuming your buddy might be gay.”
Shane shakes his head a little “I mean..”
Vaughn cuts him off from responding “Fucking brave for a dude to show up to a plave like thisand be like: ‘Hey, here’s me.’ Russia is not safe for folks like that. Fucking balls of steel, man.”
Shane looking really uncomfy. Takes out his phone to check. Zooms in on him staring at his phone in concern
Flashes to short-form figure skating
shows the skating, then vaughn, scott, and shane cheering then sitting down
Vaughn “Wow! Man, your buddy fucking killed it”
Shane’s clearly looking at something else off to the side
Shane jerked back into reality briefly looks forward, “Fuck yeah, he did.” before immediately looking back to the side
Camera turns to show Ilya leaning against a collumn up in some empty stands at the top of the stadium
Shane “I’m just gonna find the bathroom”
back to Ilya, but from behind, showing just part of his upper body, centering the back of his head
Ilya’s phone buzzes and Ilya takes it out of his pocket and looks down and to the side at it we can see part of his face in profile
To the side a text from Alexei shows up on screen in Russian
Alexei- Where the fuck are you? Dad is so fucking mad at you!
slow zoom in on Ilya just staring at his phone, Ilya looks away shaking his head
The camera moves to the side so we can really see ilya’s face, Shane’s voice comes from behnd the camera
Ilya looks at him and then looks back down towards the ice, shaking his head, “not here”
“No, I’m not… I saw you up here. I wanted to see how you were doing.”
“Fine. Go sit down.” Ilya is resolutely looking away from shane, body facing towards the center of the stadium, shane is facing towards Ilya
“We are not anything. Go away Hollander”
Shane takes a moment, takes a step forward “Are you ok?” (they are still like ~10-15 ft apart)
“You didn’t answer my text.”
This is the first time Ilya looks at shane after looking away before they started talking. He looks straight at Shane intently
“No I did not answer your boring text. Now will you go?”
Shane scoffs, “Fine.” he turns around “Fuck.” and walks off stage left
cuts to Ilya’s father in full millitary dress pouring a two drinks and then turning to Ilya
“Yes, sir” Ilya is in a formal suit with a bowtie one hand in his pocket
They each walk towards the center of the room towards each other to talk
Father “The minister still wants to meet you tonight, despite everything” (who is the minister? putin? mayor? governer?)
“You should be honoured. [gives Ilya one of the glasses] After yesterday. You lose to…” Gre? looks off to the side
“Latvia.” distasteful “And yet he drinks. How could you let that happen? How are you not ashamed?”
“Not nearly enough. They teach you no discipline in the American league. Your play is sloppy. The real shame is squandering the promise you showed when you were young.”
“I am a better player now than I have ever been. Our goalie is hurt. The team didn’t click.”
“Click? What is this American nonsense? What is clicking? You are the captain. You make them click! Always looking for someone else to blame. Since you were a boy.” Takes a step closer to Ilya “Who tied this for you?” he gives Ilya his glass and goes to straighten his bowtie “Your mother? She doesn’t know how to do this properly.”
“No Father. [Ilya pauses and looks searchingly at his father] Mom is dead.”
his father pauses and looks confused off to the same side he looked earlier when he forgot Latvia
gre? looks back “I meant your stepmother.”
“And where is Polina?” gre? looks “In Moscow?”
Looks back he seems unsure but he confidently says “Of course”
Ilya “We should go” Ily pauses his father nods “To the gala. [gre? nods looking at Ilya intently] So that I can meet the minister.”
Flashes to party, Ilya’s father on the right, Ilya in the middle and the minister? on the left
taling about the game “it always comes down to the goaltender” minister goaltneder “was not sharp” and Kitchov who “stays home to rest for American prizes” Ily alooks dissociated looking off into the middle distance father “But there was no leadership” (has to throw Ilya under the bus”
Svetlana intervenes (Minister’s daughter) to steal Ilya away
minister and father comment on how she has been leading his around since they were children
Svetlana takes ilya to a room off to the side with Sasha in it dressed flamboyantly in a sheer black with big roses mostly unbuttoned shirt Sasha is snorting something of a counter in this very luxerious bathroom with a gigantic tub in the middle
Sasha “Long time, Ilya” leans against counter sexily
“Long time, Sasha” Ilya seems distanced and straight faced
flashes to Sasha in the tub uncorking some wine and pouring some out for Sveta
Sasha says he didn’t think Ilya played that badly Ilya says he’d say thank you, but he knows Sahsa didn’t watch a single fucking game. Sasha says he pays attention to hakey sometimes when there is something worth paying attention to, looking towards Ilya
Svetlana says the results here at the olympics untimately don’t matter for Ilya, ilya tries to argue saying my father
Svetlana says your father is an asshole who would have punished you either way. You need to stop giving a fuck what he thinks
Svetlana says Ilya has “a real shot at the cup this year”
“Yes, you do. Hunter and the Admirals won’t get passed New Jersey. But New Jersey won’t get passed Hollander and Montreal. I think this year, you can take Montreal.”
“Yes. This year, because I think Miitka is hurt.”
“How do you know all this?”
“And with a hurt goalie, you can only get so far. As you and your team proved rather well here.” laughing a little
“And that’s the East. Then you can take anyone in the West. Chicago ain’t what they used to be. It’ll probably end up being San Francisco. They’re good, but they’re too young. That’s how you end up winning the Cup one year earlier than I bet my father you would.”
Ilya slowly and dramatically claps
Sasha waves a little baggie in Svetlana’s direction
Svetlana “No thanks. Now it’s bedtime for me. I have to look perfect tomorrow.”
Sahsa “You always look perfect.”
“True, but you boys also need to catch up. [walks across room rubbing Sahsa’s sholder. Gives Ilya a kiss.] See you in Boston, Ilya”
Svetlana walks out, clack clack heels
Sasha “So? How’s Paris, Sasha? Oh, it’s great, thanks. I fucking love it there. The clubs are insane. The gorls are hot. [Ilya takes a big drink directly out of a big blue bottle of alcohol] And the boys, well, you’ve seen Frech boys, right, Ilya?”
Ilya’s giving him nothing, Sasha sighs and gets up “Oh my God, nothing? You don’t do coke, you don’t make jokes, you don’t flirt back…[Ilya is standing with his arms crossed tight in front of him closing himself off, Sasha walks over to him and leans over putting his hand down next to Ilya partially caging him in] You used to be fun, Ilya. [Sasha leans in close until there’s no space between them and only a few inches between their faces, Ilya doesn’t move/ Sasha leans in even closer wispering right into Ilya’s ear] Remember? [then moves along his jaw to go for a kiss, Ilys doesn’t move but lets him take ilya’s lower lip between his a pull. when sasha pulls back and goes back in Ilya moves his head back
ilya creates some distance “Here? Really?”
Sasha “danger used to get you going if memory serves”
“We’re not kids anymore Sasha”
Sasha cops a feel goes right to cupping ILya’s dick “We’re sure not”
Ilya gets a hand on Sasha’s chest, “Stop”
Sasha seems reluctant to back away but does
Sasha “Ok, let’s go somewhere.”
Ilya shakes his head “No.”
Sasha leans in a little, but then finally moves away and starts walking away
“Fine, I’m gonna find a party.”
they both take out thier phones, then put them away
Ilya brings up Shane’s text
Looks at it then throws his phine down to the side and sighs and looks up to the ceiling
Shane arriving at Hayden’s house, Jackie? letting him in
Jackie “Captain’s here” excited noises from a different room
Then people chanting “Cap! Cap! Cap!”
Shanes gives Jackie a bottle of wine he brought
Jackie asks what she’s supposed to do with the wine shane says i don’t know my mom told me to bring it Jackie says he’s cute
they walk into the kitchen
One of the players is in a chair and JJ and Hayden are making him shave his playoff beard off bc the playoffs are over for them and the bearded player asks shane if that’s a rule “Unfortunately, it is.” “Fuck you hollander you can barely even grow one”
JJ “No, no, fuck you swedish inbred.”
Fuck you’s back and forth
Jackie tells them to stop swearing
Shows TV game six of the cup finals commentators talking about how Ilya Rozanov wants this bad. Ilya has been playing really well since the Olympics, he’s on a tear scoring 10 goals over the past 6 playoff games
switches to Rozanov giving the pre-game speech in his locker room
“Look, I don’t give a fuck how many goals I’ve scored. I don’t give a fuck how I played two fucking nights ago. I don’t need to think about that. That was yesterday. That was before. Now, I only need one thing. I need to win. Here, at home, tonight. As much fun as it would be to go to California and humiliate them there, but I want to hear our fans. I want to hear them scream. I want to FUCK SAN FRANCISCO [pulling his thumb across his throat like he’s slitting it]. I know you can do it. I’ve seen you fucking do it. I’ve seen every one of you do it. So leave it all the fuck out there tonight. Because this is our fucking night. This is our fucking Cup. Fucking fuck San Francisco!”
lots of cheering, guys getting up and getting ready
Cliff comes up to Ilya “Great fucking speech.”
Ilya pats him on the sholder grinning wide, “Go fuck yourself”
cuts to them entereing the ice, crowd going crazy
flashes back to the living room, not they’re all sitting down facing looking at the screen JJ is in a sling
Hayden (bruising under his eyes? redness for sure) “I can’t believe that asshole’s about to win the Cup.” shows the screen it’s BOS 3 - 1 SFR 3rd 2:34 “Shane hates him the most”
Hayden “You hate Rozanov.”
Swedish beard guy “But he’s very good at hockey.”
Shane “The best probably.”
JJ “Eh, no. Your the fucking best Hollander” points at Hollander agreeing sounds from team
JJ “Not that animal shit show cock sucking Russian”
switches to looking at the tv buzzer goes off and we hear the commentators, Boston’s won the cup
back to shane and co. rest of team starts getting up and moving away, but Shane stays seated
tearing up, lots of mixrd feelings, a little smile
shows tv again, Ilya lifting the cup aomething mama kisses cup
back to shane closer and closer on his face
Summer 2014 - Vegas Awards
Shane backstage pacing nervously
right as he looks down at his watch Ilya shows up behind him “Wow, nice watch! They give this to you for free or what?”
“Where the fuck were you? We’re on in 5 seconds.
“What were you even doing?”
They get called on stage.
They present award together, league trying to play up how rediculous these two being friendly is
slefie scene, ilya trailing his hand down, down , down to that ass
They’re presenting the award for most sportsmanlike player
flashes to Shane quickly walking away backstage to the bathroom he walks in and checks under the stalls before walking over to the sinks to have a moment
Ilya approashes we can hear foot steps, then he appears Shane stand back up and ilya walks across the room past shane to lean against the wall
Ilya laughs “Well…” lots of eye contsact
“What?” “What the fuck do you want, Rozanov?” “You haven’t answered a text from me in like six months. You won’t even acknowledge that I exist unless theres fucking a camera pointed at us, and then it’s for some fucking clown show. So yeah, what the fuck do you actually want from me? Well?”
“I want you to suck my dick”
“Oh, fuck you. You are unbelievable. You suck my dick.” hands in packets turns away
Ilya intent look slowly walks towards SHane, puts a hand on his jaw guiding shane to look at him
Ilya “Maybe ask nicely. Hmm?”
“Please.” (that was fast, really want him shane?)
“If you want me to get on my knees on this filthy bathroom floor and suck your dick you will have to ask nicer than that.”
“Please get on your knees on this filthy bathroom floor and suck my dick. Please.”
Foreheads touch, then lean in further together heads on each others sholders, by ears
“No. We will go back to our seats, watch the rest of this boring show, and then go to boring party after. And then when you have been waiting all night you’ll come back to my hotel room, and I will maybe, maybe, do more than jsut suck your dick”
“When did your english get so good” fond looks
“I, uh, I read New Yorker now”
“No. THe New Yorker is boring.”
“Ah. So being boring is genetic.” “Let’s make a deal, if you win MVP tonight I will blow you, fuck you, whatever you want”
Ilya goes in for big kiss, heavy
break away, but stay close “Good luck tonight”
THen ilya walks away and out the bathroom
cuts to party later shane gets text
shane looks over and we see ilya putting his phone away
cuts to hotel door opening
opens on shane top buttons undone, bowtie untiesd around his neck the door was unlocked, he just walks in
ILya shirt totally unbuttoned, Shane says congratulations so Ilya must have won MVP
“Now take off your clothes”
shane wals over to couch and slowly takes off his cloths putting everything one by one onto couch folded
leaves on underwear, looks to ilya
“There’s a lot of windows”
Shane follows him into room
Ilya “Good, now get on the bed”
Ilya “This is a good hotel. Very nice vodka. It’s hard ot find in AMerica”
pause showing shane on the bed legs stretched out long but crossed at the ankles
“Show off for me I want to watch you”
“It’s my special day Hollander I want to watch”
“Fuck you. Give me some VOdka at least.”
“Mmmm, no. no. VOdka is for after as your reward.”
Shane seperates his leg and starts up at his ches tthen down to between his legs
Ilya “DO you want to know how it feels?”
Ilya leaning his head back in pleasure. “Ah, I can barely describe it. Oh my God Hollander”
Shane takes his underwear off laughing and throws it right at Ilya as ilya goes to look back at him
tense moment, sassy drop, all ilya’s attention is on shane
Ilya looks at something going on inbetween shane’s legs (somethijng shane’s doing or touching?) “Fuck.”
Shane “Are you gonna fuck me?”
Ilya takes sip, gets up, takes off shirt and stands at edge of bed
shane crowls towards that dick
fades out back in the fucking out back in to sitting next to each other, not touching or cuddling like last time, both have glasses and Ilya’s smoking
Shane “So Russia this year was something else. It’s intense there. So are you heading back soon?”
“To Russia for the summer”
“There is no have to it's home”
“Yes but idk is it safe?”
“I don't know. Do you do you even like it there?”
“What difference does it make?”
“An important one I'd think”
Flashes to Shane dressed alone in the living area
Pans over to sure ilya alone in bed as we hear the door close
Cuts to Shane at the elevator looking at his phone gets in still staying at his phone
(It showed less of the sex scene but we didn't even see it's kids whatever available body part is closest like we did during first penetrative)
Delete backspaced way slower than the last one like he's really going character by character
