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INT. HEATHROW AIRPORT - INTERNATIONAL ARRIVALS - DAY

The automatic doors slide open in waves as TRAVELERS emerge from customs. Some rush into waiting arms, others trudge toward the taxi stand.

TED paces near the barrier, checking his phone, then the arrival board, then back to his phone. His mustache twitches with nervous energy.

BEARD stands beside him, perfectly still except for his eyes, which track Ted's movement like a tennis match.

TED

(checking phone again)

Flight landed twenty minutes ago. That's normal, right? Customs, baggage claim, all that jazz?

BEARD

Average processing time at Heathrow: forty-three minutes.

TED

Right. Forty-three minutes. Practically nothing.

(checks watch)

Shoot. Forty-four now.

Ted straightens a small handmade sign reading "HENRY LASSO: ROOMMATE WANTED (MUST LIKE LEGOS & DAD JOKES)".

TED

What if he doesn't recognize me? It's been months.

BEARD

(deadpan)

You grew an extra mustache.

Ted runs his fingers through his hair, making it stand up slightly.

More passengers emerge. Ted rises to his tiptoes with each new face.

Finally, HENRY (14) appears. Taller than we remember, lankier, with headphones around his neck and a Kansas City Chiefs hoodie. His eyes scan the crowd with practiced teenage indifference.

TED

(waving sign frantically)

Henry! Over here!

Henry spots Ted. His posture shifts—shoulders straightening, chin lifting. He moves through the crowd with careful, measured steps, the opposite of chaos but revealing the same uncertainty.

They meet at the barrier. A moment of awkwardness as both consider a hug, then settle for a handshake that morphs halfway into a fist bump.

HENRY

(glancing at sign)

Dad jokes are non-negotiable?

TED

They come with the apartment. Literally written into the lease.

A small, genuine smile breaks through Henry's cool facade. Ted beams.

HENRY

(nodding to Beard)

Coach.

BEARD

Young Henry. Did your flight serve those little pretzels or the cookies?

HENRY

Both. I saved you some.

BEARD

(genuine emotion)

This is why you're my favorite Lasso.

Ted places a hand on Henry's shoulder. Henry doesn't shrug it off.

TED

So...welcome home, I guess.

Henry looks around the bustling airport, taking it all in. Something shifts in his expression—uncertainty, hope, something unreadable.

HENRY

Yeah. Thanks.

Henry reaches down to adjust his shoelace, a momentary pause before stepping into his new life.

Ted sees this small gesture, clocks it without commenting.

TED

Bags?

HENRY

Just these. Mom's shipping the rest.

Ted nods. Henry glances away at the mention of Michelle, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

BEARD

Car's in the short-term lot.

(checks watch)

We've been here so long we're about to get charged for another hour.

Ted grabs one of Henry's bags. As they walk toward the exit:

TED

Got your room all set up. But I left the walls blank so you can decide—Lakers posters, boy bands, whatever the cool kids are into.

HENRY

(small smile)

Dad, no one's said "cool kids" since 2010.

TED

Well shoot, there goes my street cred.

As they reach the exit, Ted hesitates, looks at his son.

TED

(quieter)

It's real good to have you here, son.

Henry nods, struggling with a response.

HENRY

The, uh, rain's different here.

TED

(understanding)

Yeah. Everything is.

They step outside together, into the gray London afternoon. The pavement glistens with rain. Henry watches where he steps as they navigate toward the parking lot.

FADE OUT.

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well… i just finally named the first two episodes of my fanscript and holy shit, i’m so fucking proud. i know it’s kinda silly, but tiny victories hit the hardest! also, i’ve got the title for episode 3, but that one’s under wraps.

[blueplanet22]

Yesterday I posted the final scene of chapter 2 from the script I wrote for the story I imagined as Ted Lasso’s fourth season.

This story has been chasing me for months. Not just as characters or dynamics. There’s something underneath. Something about processing everything the show taught me. The lines I kept repeating, over and over, trying to make sense of things. At some point, I realized the meaning was always there. Hidden between the words. In plain sight.

Just like the most important things in life usually are.

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INT. RICHMOND AFC - PARKING LOT - DAY

SINGLE CONTINUOUS TAKE: CAMERA follows HIGGINS in an unbroken tracking shot that will continue uninterrupted throughout the entire sequence, never cutting away from him. 

HIGGINS hurries across the lot, clutching a folder of important papers to his chest. His glasses are slightly askew, tie flapping over his shoulder as he moves. 

HIGGINS

(to himself, checking watch)

Late, late, terribly late.

He reaches the entrance just as KEELEY emerges, arms loaded with shopping bags bearing the Richmond Women's logo. They collide.

Papers scatter everywhere. Shopping bags tumble.

HIGGINS

Oh! Keeley! I'm so--

KEELEY

Higgins! Perfect timing!

Higgins scrambles to collect his papers as Keeley excitedly pulls out a jersey from one of her bags.

KEELEY (CONT'D)

Look! The new kits finally arrived! 

Aren't they gorgeous?

HIGGINS

(distracted, gathering papers)

Stunning. Absolutely. Very... colorful. Sorry! Just need to get these to Rebecca.

He hurries off, leaving Keeley calling after him.

KEELEY

Tell her about the kits!

INT. RICHMOND AFC - GYM - CONTINUOUS

Higgins enters, still reorganizing his papers while walking. The gym is chaotic energy.

LISA runs intensely on a treadmill, focused and determined.

LISA

(to herself, rhythmic with her steps)

Faster. Stronger. Better. Faster. Stronger. Better.

CHLOE punches a boxing bag with ferocity. A handwritten sign taped to it reads: "WOMEN'S FOOTBALL = MEN'S FOOTBALL BUT SLOWER."

CHLOE

(with each punch)

Bullshit! Bullshit! BULLSHIT!

In the corner, VERA performs a complex yoga pose while belting out "Despechá" at the top of her lungs.

VERA

(singing terribly)

BABY, NO ME LLAME' QUE YO ESTOY OCUPÁ' OLVIDANDO TUS MALE'

Higgins winces at the noise, drops more papers. Hastily picks them up. The cacophony of sounds grows overwhelming. Rushes toward the exit, clutching his now-disheveled folder.

INT. RICHMOND AFC - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

Higgins emerges from the gym, catching his breath. From around the corner, ROY and IZZY approach, deep in heated discussion.

ROY

I booked the gym at 9 AM. It's in the fucking system.

IZZY

And I have the email confirmation for the exact same time.

This is basic organization, Kent.

ROY

Don't "Kent" me. We've been over this. Let me guess - Higgins handled the scheduling?

As they approach, Higgins makes a strange choking sound—a cross between a hiccup and a gasp. He frantically looks for an escape and lunges for the nearest door—the boot room—and slips inside just before they pass.

INT. RICHMOND AFC - BOOT ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Higgins presses his back against the door, sighing with relief. Then freezes.

BEARD stands in the center of the room, staring directly at him. He's completely normal —same hat, same inscrutable expression— except for the bright pink hula hoop spinning around his waist.

Silence.

HIGGINS

Coach Beard.

BEARD

Higgins.

A long, uncomfortable beat. The hula hoop keeps spinning. Beard's expression doesn't change.

HIGGINS

(gesturing vaguely)

I should... Rebecca...

BEARD

(nodding once)

Stay hydrated.

Higgins backs out of the room, not breaking eye contact until the door closes.

INT. RICHMOND AFC - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

Higgins hurries down the corridor, muttering to himself. He rounds the corner and nearly collides with JENNA, who's storming away from Rebecca's office. She brushes past without acknowledging Higgins, who presses himself against the wall to avoid another collision.

Higgins straightens his tie, takes a deep breath, and approaches Rebecca's office.

INT. RICHMOND AFC - REBECCA'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Higgins enters. REBECCA sits at her desk, looking tired but composed. She glances up as he enters.

HIGGINS

I have those papers you requested, Ms. Welton.

Sorry for the delay.

He places the now-crumpled, disorganized folder on her desk. Rebecca opens it, pulls out the contents:

REBECCA 

(reviewing them) 

Thanks, Leslie.

She flips through the pages, her expression softening momentarily as she pauses on a form with "LASSO" clearly visible at the top.

HIGGINS 

(still catching his breath) 

Do we have... a defibrillator... on the premises? 

REBECCA 

(looking up) 

Higgins, if you die in my office, I'll dock your pay for the cleaning. 

HIGGINS 

(straightening) 

Suddenly feeling much better.

END OF SCENE

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2 de abril. Las Malvinas son argentinas .

INT. RICHMOND AFC - WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM - DAY

The usual pre-training chaos—jerseys half-on, boots being laced, laughter mixed with the shuffle of gear.

LOU bursts in, a tornado of motion—school uniform still on, one untied boot swinging from her duffel, one red Converse still on.

LISA (arms crossed, unimpressed) clocks her immediately.

LISA

(off Lou’s state)

Really?

LOU

Got held hostage.

VERA, already dressed, smirks from her locker.

VERA

Detention again?

Lou doesn’t answer. She drops her school bag, yanking off her tie and unbuttoning her shirt in one fluid motion. Underneath: the 1986 Maradona jersey.

Across the room, JENNA scoffs.

JENNA

You’re actually insufferable.

Lisa gestures at the jersey, unimpressed.

LISA

What was it this time?

Lou shoves her crumpled school shirt into her locker without a second thought.

LOU

History teacher said the Malvinas were British.

A quiet beat.

Then IZZY appears in the doorway, clipboard tucked under her arm.

IZZY

Right, you lot—outside in three.

Lou grabs her boots, finally pulling on her second one when—

LISA

(still watching)

Lou.

Lou looks up. Lisa gestures to her chest.

LISA

The shirt.

Lou glances down—the Maradona jersey is still on.

Surprised, she exhales, almost like she forgot. She peels it off carefully, revealing the Richmond training jersey already underneath.

This time, instead of stuffing it into her locker, she folds the Maradona jersey with care, presses a quick kiss to it, then tucks it neatly away.

Then, without missing a beat—she bolts.

Lisa watches her go, shaking her head. Vera laughs. Jenna rolls her eyes.

Lisa sighs, following them out.

FADE OUT

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INT. RICHMOND AFC - VIDEO ANALYSIS ROOM - EARLY MORNING

Dark. Empty. The air is stale—coffee and late-night regrets.

The door creaks open. ROY KENT enters, gym bag over his shoulder, scowl in place. Barely 7 AM.

He flips on the lights. Stops. Something’s off. A LAPTOP is already connected to the projector. Papers stacked neatly.

ROY

(under his breath)

Fuck.

Before he can investigate, the door opens again. IZZY steps in, holding a fresh cup of tea. She freezes.

IZZY

(surprised, but measured)

Coach Kent.

ROY

(equally measured)

Reyes.

A beat.

IZZY

(checking her watch)

I have the room booked for eight.

ROY

So do I.

Another beat.

IZZY

Higgins.

ROY

Fucking Higgins.

As if summoned, HIGGINS pops his head in.

HIGGINS

Did I hear my—

(sees them both, face drops)

Oh dear.

Roy glares. Higgins gives a weak smile and disappears.

Izzy moves to her laptop, wiggles the mouse. The projector flickers to life.

But instead of match footage—PERSONAL PHOTOS fill the wall-sized screen.

IZZY AT A BEACH PARTY, drink in hand, laughing.

IZZY AT KARAOKE NIGHT, microphone mid-air, face scrunched in passion.

IZZY

(alarmed)

What the—

Roy stares at the screen, eyebrows raised. Izzy clicks frantically. More photos appear.

IZZY

(mortified)

This isn’t— I was reviewing footage last night—

A misclick. SPOTIFY OPENS. A ROMANTIC BOLERO floods the room.

IZZY

(exasperated)

Oh, come on.

Another misclick. The music shifts—to an EROTIC AUDIOBOOK.

SENSUAL VOICE (O.S.)

"His fingers traced the outline of her—"

Izzy lunges, yanks the cables out. The screen goes black. Silence.

She stands there, cord in hand, utterly mortified.

Roy, deadpan, takes a sip from his long-forgotten coffee.

ROY

Interesting analysis.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62946298/chapters/161193094

[blueplanet22]

100%

a lot of you are being very annoying. it's not the jamie tartt show is it. it's ted lasso. the show about ted lasso. goddamn. i know it's tough but we're all going to be just fine without that white boy. there will be other white boys. women too which might be a fun chance for some of you to give being normal about women a whirl. perhaps even try giving a fuck about female characters.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62946298/chapters/161193094

I couldn't wait so...

ok

[blueplanet22]

Ted Lasso has officially been renewed for a season 4 at Apple TV+ with Jason Sudeikis set to return as star and executive producer.

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TED LASSO - SEASON 4

https://ift.tt/uJrQpPZ by Luciabien Opening scene for Ted Lasso – Season 4, Episode 1. Words: 580, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV), Ted Lasso - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Roy Kent, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Keeley Jones Additional Tags: AFC Richmond as Found Family, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Slow Build, AFC Richmond Football Team (Ted Lasso), Richmond - Freeform source https://archiveofourown.org/works/62946298 February 11, 2025 at 01:38AM

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[blueplanet22]

Episode 402 - opening scene

INT. COMMENTARY BOX - DAY

A cramped booth overlooking the pitch. Stadium sounds filter through the glass. JOE RAWSON and VICKI SPARKS sit side by side, notes scattered on the desk, headsets perfectly positioned.

CLOSE ON: Match day program showing Richmond at the bottom of the league table.

JOE RAWSON

(into microphone)

Welcome to this bottom-of-the-table clash between Richmond and Portsmouth. Richmond still without a win this season, and Ted Lasso making his debut as manager today.

PAN TO: The VIP box where REBECCA sits perfectly poised in a tailored coat, hands clasped tensely on her lap. KEELEY beside her, phone ready for PR damage control.

VICKI SPARKS

(pointing subtly)

And club owner Rebecca Welton watching intently. She's invested heavily in this women's program - financially and personally.

WIDE SHOT through glass: The pitch below, teams warming up in formation. Richmond players scattered randomly compared to Portsmouth's organized drills.

JOE RAWSON

With three managers already gone this season, there's enormous pressure on Lasso to turn things around.

CAMERA PANS across the touchline to find Ted.

ZOOM IN: Ted on the sideline, squinting at a lineup sheet, turning it sideways ---------------------------------- READ IT COMPLETE HERE!

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INT. RICHMOND AFC - PRESS ROOM

Ted sits at the table, cotton visible in his nose and a small bruise forming under his eye. Rebecca stands off to the side, arms crossed, visibly concerned.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. RICHMOND AFC - WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM - SAME TIME

The team, freshly showered after practice, watches on a mounted TV. Lisa stands in the center, arms folded. Jenna leans against her locker, pretending disinterest but observing closely.

Lou sits at the edge of the group, visibly uncomfortable, fidgeting with her shoelaces.

LLOYD

(40s, British press)

Ted, welcome back. Last time you took over Richmond, people doubted you. Now, you're stepping into a whole new challenge. After today's training session, do you still believe you're the right man to turn this team around?

Ted touches the cotton in his nose instinctively, then smiles.

TED

Oh, absolutely not. But lucky for y'all, I ain't ever let that stop me before.

Muffled chuckles from the reporters.

In the locker room, Lisa watches stone-faced. Jenna snorts, shaking her head.

JENKINS

(young, aggressive)

But Ted, this isn't just any struggling club. Richmond Women have world-class players, Premier League facilities—and yet they're dead last in the Championship. Three managers in six months. After seeing them firsthand, what makes you think you'll be different?

TED

Well, I could say somethin' like "because I believe in 'em," but I know that ain't what you wanna hear.

(leans forward)

Truth is, sometimes a team don't need someone who's better. They just need someone who's different.

VERA looks at Izzy, who stands in the back of the locker room. A subtle nod between them.

SUSAN

(BBC correspondent)

There's also the matter of Lourdes Álvarez. Fourteen years old. Some say she's a prodigy, others say she's just a marketing stunt. After today's... incident, do you honestly think she belongs at this level?

The CLICK of the door opening.

CLOSE ON the door as it swings shut - just a momentary flash of red Converse visible through the narrowing gap before it closes with a soft THUD.

The players' eyes drift back to the screen.

Ted takes a breath, choosing his words carefully.

TED

Well, I'll tell you what—if I could predict the future, I'd be in Vegas right now, making a fortune on football bets. But I can't, so instead, I'm here, coaching this team. And Lou? She's here too. Because she earned it.

(beat)

Now, I don't know how her story's gonna end, but I do know how it starts—by giving her a fair shot, same as anyone else.

JENNA

(under her breath)

PR bullshit.

LISA silences her with a look.

MARK

(tabloid smug)

Ted, last time you coached in Richmond, you were seen as more of a... morale guy. A culture builder. But this team needs results. Are you actually here to win, or is this just another one of your experiments?

Ted's usual lightness vanishes. A beat.

TED

I know y'all like a good underdog story, but let me be real clear—I ain't here for that. I'm here to help these women play their best football. And when they do that, results take care of themselves.

IN THE LOCKER ROOM

Jenna rolls her eyes. Lisa exhales sharply. Vera glances at the closed door.

IZZY

(quietly, from the back)

He's not running.

AT THE PRESS CONFERENCE

Rebecca steps forward.

REBECCA

That'll be all for today.

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Working on a Season 4 fanfic where Ted returns to coach Richmond's women's team. This scene takes place after his first training session ends with a bloody nose.

Comments and feedback welcome!

[blueplanet22]

Are you gonna leave him waiting? ❤️‍🩹🥺

🐶 POV: You’re so desperate for people to read your Ted Lasso Season 4 script that you start using your dog for engagement.

📖 "Yes, I'm writing a full script for season 4. Yes, Richmond AFC is in crisis. And yes, the football in this pic is completely accidental symbolism—but I’m absolutely using it for promo now."

🔹 AO3 script

👀 "Reblog if you’ve ever shamelessly used your pet to disguise self-promo.

[blueplanet22]

I’m out here waiting for reactions like Trent Crimm waiting for Ted to read his book. No pressure. But also… let me know.

TED LASSO - SEASON 4, EPISODE 1 (Script fic) 🎬⚽️

A season that started with high hopes is already falling apart.

Three managers. Zero wins. A locker room that won’t hold together.

Rebecca Welton has made a lot of bold choices in her time. But this one?

This one might be the riskiest yet.

Because when the flight lands at Heathrow, it’s not just about who’s coming back.

It’s about who’s arriving for the first time.

And Richmond? Richmond isn’t ready.

It all starts here.

FADE IN: INT. HEATHROW AIRPORT - TERMINAL 5 - DAY The usual business traveler chaos. SUITS and BRIEFCASES move in practiced patterns through the arrivals hall. Suddenly, the ordered flow breaks— QUICK CUTS of travelers stepping aside, briefcases jerking away, coffee cups teetering. LOW ANGLE on a pair of UNTIED RED CONVERSE, moving with controlled chaos through the crowd. They stop, start, weave—a dance all their own. TRACK WITH the shoes to reveal an oversized BACKPACK bouncing above them. Patches and pins flutter: a small ARGENTINE FLAG, a worn MARADONA sticker, a plush FOOTBALL dangling from the zipper. The bag's too big for its unseen owner. TILT DOWN to the Converse again as they pick up speed— BAM! They screech to a halt in front of polished SECURITY BOOTS. ANGLE ON the SECURITY GUARD (50s), looking down at someone we still can't see. SECURITY GUARD No running in the terminal. (beat) Where are your parents? The sound of CLICKING HEELS approaches rapidly. KEELEY JONES hurries into frame, slightly out of breath but perfectly put together. KEELEY So sorry! Bloody London traffic. (to the guard) It's alright, I'm from Richmond AFC. We've got it sorted. She looks down at our mystery arrival, her face softening. KEELEY (CONT'D) How was your flight, love?

Richmond AFC has seen its share of surprises.

This one’s just getting started.

📖 Read the full script here

🔹 No spoilers. Let’s see who figures it out first.

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🐶 POV: You’re so desperate for people to read your Ted Lasso Season 4 script that you start using your dog for engagement.

📖 Yes, I'm writing a full script for season 4. Yes, Richmond AFC is in crisis. And yes, the football in this pic is completely accidental symbolism—but I’m absolutely using it for promo now.

🔹 AO3 script

👀 Reblog if you’ve ever shamelessly used your pet to disguise self-promo.