- Previously, on Heated Rivalry...
- Can I ask if you've ever been with another guy?
It's really OK.
Let's be best friends.
- You and her are not...
- We're not.
- You're playing on the same team
as Hollander this year, right?
(Crowd cheering)
- I don't think I can keep pretending
I don't like you anymore.
You know I love you.
I know you do.
But it's not the same as it is with Jane.
- You scared me.
- I was gonna ask you, will you come to my cottage this summer?
- You know we can't do that.
(Crowd cheering)
(Crowd cheering loudly)
- I'm coming to the cottage.
(Crowd applauding)
- (Woman): And the most valuable player is Scott Hunter.
(Crowd cheering and applauding)
- Thank you.
(Sighing)
(Crowd continues applauding)
Um...
A few weeks ago, I achieved my lifelong dream.
Winning the Cup.
(Crowd cheering)
Those of you who've done that know how it feels.
I don't even think I have the words to describe it.
But something else happened that night.
Something you may have noticed got a lot more attention
than the Admirals winning the Cup.
(Crowd applauding)
(Chuckling)
It's, uh, it's been an interesting month.
(Clears throat)
(Crowd laughing)
In case you missed it somehow,
I came out as gay in a ridiculously public way.
And I've always been a private person.
I've never really shared anything about my private life.
But from what I've seen over the past few weeks,
it's--it's maybe important that I do a bit.
Fans have been sending me messages...
and a lot of young fans,
telling me how much it meant to them for me to come out.
And look, I love hockey.
I'm so grateful that I get to do this for a living.
But I also know what it feels like to not fit in.
When I was a teenager, I...
I realized that I may be that thing
that hockey players like to throw around as an insult.
The kind of language that I heard
on the ice and in the locker room every day
was a constant reminder that I was different.
Wh-when you have a secret
that you work as hard as I did to protect, it's, um...
It's exhausting.
It's a nonstop effort.
And it's also really, really...
lonely.
Thankfully, I found the person who changes everything.
And he gave me the confidence and strength
and the need to be honest about who I am.
Fear is a powerful thing.
But this year, I found the one thing that is more powerful.
So I share this honor with my teammates and my coaches.
But I also share it with you, Kip.
You have made me better in every conceivable way.
I love you.
Thank you!
(Crowd cheering and applauding)
(Sighing)
- Is this a Jeep?
- No, it's British.
Practical.
Good in the snow.
- OK.
(Bird calling)
(♪ L'anarchie des jours heureux by La Bronze ♪)
- Are you hungry?
It's about a two hour drive,
but we can stop for something if you want.
- No, I'm OK.
- I think you're gonna like the cottage.
It's, uh, relaxing.
- Ah, is that what we are going to do?
Relax?
- I hope so.
I would like to relax with you.
For once.
I bought groceries, so we don't need to leave.
Or not leave much.
If we don't want to.
- Thank you for inviting me.
- I'm glad you're here.
- Me too, but...
also, like, terrified, yeah?
(Chuckling)
- Did anyone recognize you?
At the airport or anything?
- No, no. Not that I noticed.
- Cool.
The cottage is super private,
so we don't need to worry about anything.
- Not even your parents? - No.
I told them I was on a silent retreat,
like a meditation thing.
(Laughing)
What? Does that sound fake?
- Yes!
Ah!
It would if it was anyone but you.
(Both laughing)
(Birds chirping)
I can carry my own bag.
- How are your ribs?
- Fine, I can take my bag.
- I can't believe you played with those bruised ribs.
- Whoa, you can't?
- OK, maybe I can.
Wow!
Your real estate fetish really paid off, huh?
(Door closing)
- I didn't buy this. I had it built.
- Oh, I know.
- I can give you a tour, if you'd like,
or I could make us some lunch.
There's plenty of food.
Also, I bought you Cokes,
though the water here is really good.
I have my own well.
You can see it.
In case you're thirsty.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(Laughing)
- Wait, um, it's been a while, so I might not last long.
- Yes, same, but we have two weeks.
- Yeah, cool.
W-wait, same?
- Mmm.
- You said "same."
You haven't been with anyone lately?
- No.
- Not since...
- No, not since, so can we...
- Really?
Really?
- Hollander, it's not a big deal, OK?
- Yeah, but it's been...
- Months, yes, I know.
So can we fuck now, please?
- I haven't either.
Not since the last time.
I have an idea.
(Sighing)
(Chuckling)
- What?
- For the next two weeks,
let's just be honest with each other...
about what we actually think and...
maybe how we really feel?
- I will try.
- Really?
- Yes.
I will do anything
if it will make you touch my dick right now.
(Chuckling)
- Should I show you to your room?
There's two guest rooms downstairs,
so plenty to choose from.
- Mmm. I will need a king-size bed.
They all have a king-size bed.
- And a view.
- They all have a view.
- Hmm. And I will need a...
What do you call it?
An en-suite bedroom.
- Well, that might be a problem.
- Oh, why is that?
- There's only one with an en-suite.
And it's mine. - Ah...
This is awkward.
This room isn't available to the guests.
- Mmm. Disappointing.
- I'm sorry, sir. We'd really like to accommodate you, but...
Sir, I'm just a bellboy!
You can't treat the staff like this.
- Oh, I think I know how the staff likes to be treated
after all these years, hmm?
(Moaning)
- Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Uh, no.
Ah.
(Chuckling)
(Whistling)
Why are you making so many burgers?
- The recipe was for eight, so...
- OK, you cut it in half.
What, you can't do math?
- Leave me alone.
- No.
- OK, fine. I should have cut it in half.
Ordinarily, I would give the rest to my parents,
but that would probably ruin
my whole silent retreat lie, I guess.
- Yuna and David, yes?
- Mm-hmm.
- And?
- And what?
- Tell me about them.
- What do you want to know?
- I don't know. I don't know anything.
I know your mother is Japanese or something.
Probably where you get your looks.
- Half of them, yeah.
- And your dad is, what, boring?
Is that where you get your boring from?
- He's not boring.
- So, he's exciting, reading the New Yorker?
- He's normal, OK?
He works for the Treasury Board of Canada.
- Hmm. Crazy!
- Fuck you!
He played hockey for McGill.
- Whoa. McGill?
(Laughing)
What the fuck is McGill?
Is McGill a town?
- It's a really good school.
My parents are great.
- Do they know?
- About you?
Of course not.
- No, about you.
- No.
- Would they not be good about it?
- I don't know.
I mean, no, they'd be fine.
I'm sure they would be, but...
I don't know. We haven't talked about it.
Sometimes, I think I would have told them already.
- Oh, this is my fault.
- No.
Well, I mean, yeah, kind of.
(Sighing)
- Look...
I think you can tell your parents you're gay
without giving them a list of all the guys you're fucking.
- I know, I know.
Anyways, it just doesn't really matter.
You done?
(Sniffling)
(Insects chirring)
- Nice, right?
- So we just sit here and look at it?
- Yes.
We just sit here and look at it.
- Canada is fun.
- Shut up!
(Phone vibrating)
(Chuckling)
It was just Rose.
- Mmm. Just Rose?
She's just checking in.
You're not jealous, are you?
- No.
- Ilya, I'm gay.
- Yeah, not so gay you can't fuck Rose Landry.
- Oh my God. It was, like, twice.
And both times were complete disasters.
I'm not sure she's looking for a repeat performance.
- Oh, disasters like how?
- I'm not going into details.
(Loon calling in distance)
- What the fuck was that?
- A loon?
- A what?
- A loon. It's a bird.
- Sounds like a fucking wolf.
- It's a bird, trust me.
(Loon calling)
You're so scared.
- What kind of a bird makes a noise like that?
- A loon! A fucking wolf?
- Stupid Canadian wolf bird.
(Laughing)
(Imitating loon call)
Oh, so now you speak bird, too.
- Fluent.
- I hate you.
- No, you don't.
Have you talked to your brother lately?
- Mm-mmm.
- Is that a good thing?
- Probably, I don't know.
- I'm sorry about your family.
Even if they suck, you must miss them.
- My mother didn't suck.
She was great.
How did she die?
- By accident.
She accidentally swallowed a whole bottle of pills.
- How old were you?
- 12.
I found her.
I don't want you to think she was weak.
- I don't.
- She wasn't.
She was so funny and beautiful.
She was so sad.
And my dad was so hard on her.
And...
(Loon calling)
Motherfucker!
(Laughing)
- Do you wanna go inside?
- No.
(Birds chirping)
- Good morning.
I like you.
- I like you too.
(♪ Rock on TV ♪)
- You can't pick Montreal.
- Yes, I can.
I've always wondered what it would be like to be a Metro.
You know, historically, they're the best team in sport.
- Better than the fucking Yankees.
- Oh, I know so.
- Well, I'm gonna be Boston.
- Good choice.
- I'm gonna fucking kill you.
- I am you.
- Well, you're not anything.
- I'm on the cover of the fucking game.
(Laughing)
(Phone vibrating)
- Oh, fuck. It's Hayden.
He just had a baby. I haven't talked to him in weeks.
(Groaning)
You're a baby.
Hey, buddy.
Yeah, uh, how's...
I know, I'm so sorry.
But how's Amber, right?
How is she?
Oh, yeah, the pics are cute.
Oh, good, good. And Jacki's good too?
Is it better than, um...
Yeah, no, I--I remember that.
That was a tough time.
Uh, sorry, hey, just, um, my mom's on the other line.
I'm just gonna get rid of her, OK?
(Phone beeping)
What are you doing?
- I think you know.
- Please stop.
- I don't think it's what you want.
- Later, OK?
- OK, I make you a deal.
I won't touch you, but if you get hard...
- I won't get hard.
- OK, so no problem then.
- Ilya...
- Shane...
(Phone beeping)
- Uh, sorry, man, yeah, my mom is so annoying sometimes.
Sorry, you were saying?
Oh, right, yeah, yeah, Mark.
And that's her middle brother?
Brother-in-law, right.
But he's the one...
Got it, right, yeah, from Thanksgiving.
Yeah, yeah, he's--he's great.
Uh...
Well, that's nice he could come and stay.
(Moaning softly)
Cool, cool, yeah, yeah, that makes sense.
Uh, no, nothing much here.
The headaches are better.
Fuck.
No, sorry, just a text.
Totally.
Yeah, it's totally clear, so all's well there.
Ah, jeez.
Sorry, hey, one second.
(Phone beeping)
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!
(Moaning)
(Phone beeping)
Ah. Sorry, man, I just... I have to run.
Someone's at the door.
(Laughing)
Fuck...
No, it's just... It's just Amazon.
But, um, I'll call you next week, and...
Yeah, yeah, so, totally. And, uh...
All right, yes, love you, man.
And give my best to Jacki and the kids.
Fuck you, fuck you.
(Both laughing)
Why was that so hot?
- Because you like to be bad.
- Hey, that's not what this is.
You and me.
Maybe it was at first,
but not now and not for a long time.
- So, you love Hayden?
- All right...
(Birds chirping)
- So I was thinking I'm a free agent next season.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- You wouldn't re-sign with Boston?
(Both breathing heavily)
(Laughing)
Then where?
- I don't know, I was thinking maybe a Canadian team.
Not Montreal, huh?
- No, I mean, I know.
- But I would love to not have Russian passport.
(Insects chirring)
I could marry Svetlana.
She's American. Would be easy citizenship.
She would do it.
Her father is goalie Sergei Vitrov.
- Yeah, you've told me.
- She would help me.
- But...
is she, I don't know, someone you'd want to marry?
- We are friends.
We would be fine.
And it would be for the passport.
- OK, but...
- But what?
- But you like women, right?
You could find someone you'd want to marry for real
and still get the passport.
- Maybe, but...
(Sighing)
- But what?
- I have this problem.
- What's the problem?
- I like women, yes?
- Yeah, I know.
- And everywhere I go,
I'm surrounded by beautiful women.
And they love me.
- Sounds rough.
- Yes, it is.
Listen.
And these women, they're so sexy and fun.
But I am always thinking about this slow fucking hockey player
with beautiful freckles.
And a weak backhand.
- A weak backhand?
- Yes, very weak.
And he's so boring, and he drives this terrible car.
- It's a normal car!
- I am always wishing that these women were him.
It's a terrible problem, huh?
- Do you want that problem to go away?
- Mm-mmm.
I don't ever want that problem to ever go away.
- Don't marry Svetlana.
Just don't.
I know it wouldn't be for love or whatever.
Just don't.
We can figure something else out, OK?
- OK.
(Insects chirring)
(Sighing)
Mmm.
- I have another idea.
- What idea? What is happening?
- What if you played in Ottawa?
- Ottawa is the same division as Boston.
We're still rivals.
- OK, but listen.
First off, super close by.
Second, Ottawa needs a star center,
and they're nowhere near their cap,
so they could definitely afford you.
And maybe we could start to change the narrative a bit.
- What?
Hollander, I just woke up.
What is narrative?
- Boston and Montreal. That's intense.
Everyone knows that.
But Montreal and Ottawa?
And look, lots of guys have friends on other teams.
We're not rookies anymore.
There are younger guys coming in frothing at the mouth.
Let them hate each other.
We don't need to keep this up until we retire, do we?
We're not fucking wrestlers.
- Hollander, Hollander, OK, it's very late.
And this is so many words.
What are you getting at?
- You play for Ottawa.
I play for Montreal.
OK? We're only two hours apart, and we start a charity.
Something that, you know, we both care about.
And we come up with a story, like I approached you.
- Or I approached you.
- Fine, sure.
And we tell the press and everyone
that by working on this cause that we both love,
that we developed a mutual respect for one another and,
um...
- And we like sucking each other's dicks.
Any questions?
- Fuck off.
This is a good idea, Rozanov.
- OK, OK!
It's not bad.
So we start the charity.
- Yeah, and it wouldn't be bullshit either.
Like, we can really start a charity.
Something cool that means a lot to both of us.
And, you know, we still play hard
against each other on the ice.
(Chuckling)
Shut up!
And then if people saw us out in public or whatever,
it wouldn't be so fucking crazy.
And we're only two hours apart all year round.
Apply for, like, citizenship here in Canada.
And maybe one day when we both retire...
we could be together.
For real.
- You really think that far ahead, Hollander?
- I do.
About this.
- And is that what you want?
To be together?
- So much.
So much it scares me.
Hey...
(Whispering, indistinct)
- I love you.
- Holy shit.
- I mean...
- I love you too.
- Fuck, Hollander.
- Oh my God, I love you so much.
Does it...
Does it fucking kill you too?
- Not anymore.
(Birds chirping)
- How did we let this happen?
- We were both very stupid and irresponsible.
- This is real though, right?
- Yeah.
- Please fuck me.
(Both moaning)
What was your mother's name?
- Irina.
Why?
- I was thinking we could start a hockey school.
Like a summer camp for kids.
And give the money away to mental health organizations.
Like suicide prevention.
It was just an idea.
- She would have loved you.
Like I love you.
Say it again in Russian, please.
(Speaking Russian)
(Duck quacking)
- Whoo!
Is this where you do yoga, or up there?
- No, I do it inside.
The producer wanted me...
Wait, you saw that?
- Yeah, it was very good.
I needed help sleeping, so...
- You're an asshole.
- How's the water?
- You're in it.
- Yeah, but I want to know how you like it.
- Fuck you! What if my phone was in my pocket?
- Ah, it's not. You left it on the table.
It's been ringing all morning.
- You're still an asshole.
- Give me a kiss. - You're cold.
Do you want pasta from last night or hot dogs?
- Hot dogs.
- OK, they're gonna have to defrost a bit.
- So we have a little time.
- Maybe. What do you have in mind?
- Nothing that'll take too long.
- Ah...
Oh, fuck.
- Maybe you should...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Do you want me to... - No, no.
(Car door closing, engine starting)
Fuck.
Fuck, this is a fucking nightmare.
- Shane...
- Oh, fuck, this is a fucking nightmare.
Oh, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Ah!
- We should go talk to him.
- Yeah, what if he doesn't want to talk to me?
What if...
Fuck, my mom!
- Hey, hey, hey, they will talk to you.
- Yeah, but I fucking lied to them.
For so many years, I fucking lied to them,
and now my dad just walks in on me.
This...
This is my fucking nightmare.
This is my actual fucking nightmare, Ilya!
- OK, OK.
Then maybe it's time to wake up, yes?
- Fuck, I'm scared.
- Yes, it's scary.
But you're brave.
- Shut up.
- You are, you're brave.
- I feel like I'm gonna die.
(Sighing)
So much for easing them into it.
- Maybe... maybe he didn't even notice.
Hmm?
(Chuckling)
- OK, I'm gonna get changed.
I'm gonna drive over. Uh...
And then...
And then fuck! What am I gonna say?
Oh!
- Do you--do you want me to come with you?
- Would you?
- Of course.
- OK...
- OK. - OK.
That--that is not gonna help.
- Oh, they don't know I play for Boston?
(♪ Pop on radio ♪)
(Kissing)
- Uh, maybe you should wait in the car.
Fuck, never mind, sorry.
(Door opening)
Hey, it's me, Shane.
Hi.
- I left my charger at your place,
and it's the old one that fits into my phone,
and all the other chargers we have are newer, so...
- It's OK, Dad.
I'm sorry. You shouldn't have found out that way.
- Found out what, exactly?
- I'm gay.
Which I was gonna tell you soon.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I...
Yeah, and this is Ilya.
Rozanov.
But you already know that.
- Hi.
- He's visiting, and we're, uh...
- Lovers. - No, Ilya, that's gross.
- But you hate him.
- No.
I mean, I get that, but no, I actually, uh...
I love him.
I did not want this to be how I told you.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Can we just sit down, please?
- Here.
I think we thought maybe you were gay.
- You did?
- I think we thought it was certainly possible.
- For how long?
- Mmm, for a while, I guess.
- We both know you pretty well, Shane.
- I mean, what we did not suspect
was that you were so friendly with Rozanov.
- Ilya. - Ilya, sorry.
- I know.
It's a long story.
- When did this happen?
Wait.
The All-Star game.
You two had so much chemistry.
- No, it was before then.
- Wow!
Wow. Wow.
- So, when?
- Since our, uh, rookie season.
- Since your rookie season?
- No, it's not true. Since before that.
- Not helpful.
- Before?
- The summer before.
- So you've been in love since...
- No! No, no, no. - No, no, no, no.
No, just...
- Just what?
- Uh, just...
- Just...
Just...
- Ilya. - Oh, OK.
- Just what?
- Lovers.
- OK, no one is allowed to use that word again.
- Well, I would love a drink.
- And there were no nice men in Montreal?
- I don't know. Probably there were.
- And do your teammates know?
- No, nobody knows.
- This is good vodka.
- Thanks. I try to buy the Russian stuff.
- Mmm.
- You never...
I mean, you never let him win, did you, Shane?
- Do you let Dad win at cards?
- I'd rather die.
- Same here. - OK.
- So is your plan to, what,
just keep doing this in secret until you both retire, or...
- Probably. I don't know.
- Probably, yes.
- Oh, no, that's sad.
- I know. We know.
We just can't come out and, like, announce it.
- Ilya, I gotta say, I'm surprised.
You have such a reputation as a ladies' man.
- Mmm. It's not untrue.
- Ilya likes both.
- Oh.
- It's true, I've been with many women, but...
I have only been in love with one person.
- Same here.
Only one.
- Well, just...
(Water running)
(Sighing)
- Hey. - Hi.
Thank you.
(Clears throat)
Mom, um...
I need you to know that I did really try.
I tried really hard, but, um...
I just can't help it.
And I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, you have nothing,
nothing to apologize for.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me.
I'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't tell me.
(Sniffing)
Hey...
I am so, so proud of you.
OK?
Please forgive me.
- I forgive you, Mom.
(Crying)
I love you.
- Oh, I love you too.
So much.
You OK?
Yeah.
(Chuckling)
All right... OK.
OK. OK, OK, enough.
All right, what's the plan?
(Both chuckling)
We need a statement prepared in case anything leaks.
Something classy and simple.
- Mom...
- And I'm gonna quietly reach out to the premium brands,
or maybe just Reebok and Rolex and Speedo.
They'll be thrilled, I think,
once they wrap their minds around this.
There's a world of opportunity here,
if they do it right.
- Mom, can you just take three steps back, please?
I'm not gonna come out or anything yet.
We just want...
a future.
I don't know.
- You play in Ottawa?
- Yes. We would be closer, and with the charity.
- Mmm, and you have no loyalty to Boston?
- Jesus, Mom!
- What? They drafted him.
You would leave Boston for Shane?
- Yes.
- Hmm. - Mom?
- Loyalty is important.
- He's trying to be loyal to me, not Boston.
- Well...
- My mom cares a little too much about hockey.
- Now I see where you get it from.
- Have you talked to Scott Hunter?
- No. - I did.
- You did?
- Yeah, briefly.
After MLH award in June.
- And what did he say?
- Nothing.
I didn't tell him about Shane and me.
But what he did, it was...
- Yes, it was very brave.
- It changed things for me at least.
Maybe for us.
(Sighing)
Shane...
Shane.
- I'm OK. I'm just freaking out.
I'll be OK in a second.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
We're good here.
Your family is here.
Your boyfriend is here.
You're good here, OK?
- My boyfriend?
- I mean, yes.
I think so, probably.
- Since rookie season...
- The summer before.
(Chuckling softly)
- I'll bring the chicken and some salad stuff.
- Pick up beer in town.
- Please text.
- Why? We'll just be there around 5:00.
- (Ilya): Please text. - We'll text.
Pay attention to your phones.
- Thank you for pasta. - Thank you!
- Drive safely. I love you.
- Love you!
(♪ Bad Things by Cailin Russo ♪)
♪ I said, saddle up, cowboy, I'm waiting for you ♪
♪ Won't you give it up? ♪
♪ Don't be another one of 'em ♪
♪ Be one of us Come on, come on, come on ♪
♪ We've got bad things to do ♪
♪ Baby, take me, don't hesitate ♪
♪ With a girl like me, you better activate ♪
♪ I'm a tidal wave coming for your grave ♪
♪ I wanna do bad things with you ♪
♪ Then your fireworks set me off ♪
♪ I'm like a time bomb in a storm ♪
♪ In your arms I'd start a war ♪
♪ We've both been here before ♪
♪ Matter of fact, I caught you looking back ♪
♪ So let's go ♪
♪ I get what I want ♪
♪ I want what I see ♪
♪ I wanna do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Bad things with you ♪
♪ I mean, oh my God ♪
♪ Come on, I know you feel it too ♪
♪ Like summer's on so hot ♪
♪ You put your record on ♪
♪ My panties drop, and I don't wanna stop playing ♪
♪ It's on, babe ♪
♪ I know you're not shy ♪
♪ Baby, take me, don't hesitate ♪
♪ With a girl like me you better activate ♪
♪ I'm a tidal wave coming for your grave ♪
♪ I wanna do bad things with you ♪
♪ Then your fireworks set me off ♪
♪ I'm like a time bomb in a storm ♪
♪ In your arms I'd start a war ♪
♪ We've both been here before ♪
♪ Matter of fact, I caught you looking back ♪
♪ So let's go ♪
♪ I get what I want ♪
♪ I want what I see ♪
♪ I wanna do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Bad things with you ♪
Closed Captions: MELS