NEWS READER: It was the 3-0 win that set England up
for a World Cup quarterfinal match
with Argentina on Sunday, the first major sporting event
between the two countries since the Falklands Conflict.
According to some British journalists,
the crowd were shouting, "Bring on the Argies. We want another war."
There have, however, been some less-specific words
from Argentine fans in Mexico, with some of them burning the Union Jack
and others saying, "Let the English come. We're going to kill them."
The British embassy has requested that security be stepped up for the match
and hundreds of extra troops and tanks are being assembled for Sunday.
Meanwhile the troops guarding the Falklands
are reportedly looking forward keenly to watching the game.
Ironically, the only way they'll be able to see it
is by tuning in to Argentine television.
(LOUD SLAP)
Agh!
Lola, what d'you hit me so hard for?
Because I hate you.
Don't be like that wi' him, don't be like that wi' him.
- You all right, mate? - No!
- Where's she got you? - My arm and my head.
It's all red, mate. It's warm though.
Oh I'm sorry. It's just I'm a little bit fuckin' cranky this morning,
cos I had to sleep on the sofa.
- You're late, Woody. - Hmm?
You're late.
- The day off. - OK.
Oh, fuckin' hell, I am.
Oi! What time is it now?
I've got to go to me mum and dad's wedding anniversary.
Get off, you fucker.
Get off.
Agh!
- (CLOCK TICKING) - (GENTLE SNORING)
(WHISPERS) Shaun, love,
Are you all right?
Shaun.
Shaun, are you all right, love?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Has he woken up yet?
No.
Shaun, I want him gone when I get back.
All right, just go.
No. Promise me you'll ring me every hour, please.
Whatever.
- Promise? - Whatever!
Listen, I will ring you at regular intervals throughout the day.
I'm not happy about this.
See ya later.
Give me a kiss.
I love ya.
See ya later, darling.
- Bye. - Please ring me.
I will.
Where d'you think he's been?
- What? - Where d'you think he's been?
God knows.
Hate you, you …
Yes.
Morning.
D'you want coffee?
All right, love?
- You all right? - Yeah.
What? No kiss?
No, just give me a minute, please love, will ya, fuck's sake?
Missed ya last night.
What happened to you?
I watched the football.
And I couldn't stay in here, if you want to know the truth, so I went out.
What's up with ya?
Eh?
I didn't like coming back and you not being here.
Fuck off, will ya?
I had to get out of here.
D'you not want us to do anything today together?
No, I don't.
Where are you going?
I'll just go out for a bit.
Where to?
Oh, um …
All right, love, thank you.
Ooh, fuckin' hell, mate!
One more! Oh!
- Lola. - You all right?
I'd make you some breakfast,
but I'd probably smash you over the fucking head with it.
Lola, please don't be like that.
You broke my fucking heart.
I know I did.
No, you don't.
But Lola, it would never work between us,
because you don't love me like you love Woody.
And no matter what you wanna say,
if Woody knew what I knew about your dad, he'd be there for you.
Well, d'you think this is easy for me?
D'you think it's easy for me?
The shit I'm going through.
You'll just fuck off and find someone else.
You'll be fine.
Lola, you'll be fine.
You've got Woody.
We have to do this, Lola.
Yeah, I know.
Sorry, lad.
What for?
All that last night in the house. Sorry about that.
It's all right.
Any chance of a brew, lad?
Please.
(TAP RUNNING)
- Just put the kettle on. - Ta.
Why've you come back?
Me mum's dyin'.
Oh.
Sorry.
It's all right.
You …
you're going over to see your mum then, yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll go and see her.
I'll just have this brew and then I'll get off. I'll get on me way.
You're …
You gonna go and get changed or something before …?
Clean yourself up a little bit?
Haven't got me top hat and tails, have I?
You do look a bit grub, though.
Smell!
Well, I mean …
… I'm sure I've got some of me dad's old clothes and stuff.
you can … chuck them on, you know, you can jump in the bath.
You're more than welcome.
What are you helpin' me for?
I know what it's like, don't I, losing a parent.
Am I in a lot of trouble?
- No. - (PARROT SQUAWKS)
Sorry for being a dick this morning.
You don't need to be sorry.
I've just been havin' a bit of a chat with Milk.
Bless him!
I've been fuckin' horrible.
I know I have, since the wedding and everything.
- I'm really sorry. - I've not been much better, love.
I'm so sorry.
I am.
I don't care where we fuckin' live.
I just want you to be happy, love, and I don't think you are.
I am, I promise.
I'm sorry, Lola.
WOODY: Bye, Lola! I'll see you in a bit.
MILKY: See you later, Lola. WOODY: Behave yourself!
- See you in a bit. - (DOOR SLAMS)
(LAUGHING)
(KNOCKS)
WOODY: I still feel like the world's biggest dick
for leaving her at that altar, mate.
How could I have fuckin' done that to her?
MILKY: I know you don't wanna hear it,
but I swear I think you're the friggin' maddest bastard for not marrying her.
D'you not think if I had the bloody chance again …? We've had the chat,
if I had the chance again, I would marry her a million and one times over, I would.
- No, you wouldn't. - Yes, I fuckin' would.
- No, you wouldn't, you wouldn't. - Yeah, I would!
- Well, do it, then. - I will fuckin' do it.
All right, then. Well, when? When are you going to do it?
Well, I've got to wait till it calms down. We've only just made up, man.
When are you gonna do it?
When she's bloody calmed down.
I'll ask her in a few fuckin' weeks, and we'll get it sorted proper, mate.
Hold on a second.
When we were 14, what did you want? You wanted your first scooter, yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah. We started off the beginning of the day with nothing.
Throughout the course of the day, we friggin' borrowed, robbed, stole …
friggin' loan shark, I was in my grandma's purse,
and what did we have at the end of the day?
- We had a scooter. - We had a scooter.
- How long did it take? - It took a day.
- How long? - A day, a friggin' day.
What are you getting at? What are you saying with the face and that?
What do you think I'm saying?
What I want you to bear in mind, mate,
is I have an anniversary of which is silver.
It's me mum and dad's. I've said that I will go to that one …
Oh sorry, sorry! I didn't realise I was talking to your dad.
I am nothing like my father, I am nothing like my father!
How dare you, mate?
- And I'll tell you something. - You are.
Fuck you, mate! This is happening.
- This is gonna happen. - Is it? Is it really?
Are we talking about the wedding today? Right, well, it's going to fuckin' happen.
You're gonna have loads to do. You'll have a waterfall of shit to do, you beast.
- Well done! Well done! - Fuckin' hell! Well done, well done!
You pushed me into it. I'm gonna do it out of spite, mate.
Oh, good! At least you're gonna do it.
WOODY: You and your filthy mouth, mate.
MILKY: God! It's the first bit of friggin' passion I've seen from you.
I'd offer you a brew, but …
milk's off, no tea bags.
I'm out of supplies.
You all right?
Hmm.
You sure?
I don't mean to sound rude, but you look like shit.
I feel it.
Fuckin' hell! You weren't at the pub last night, were you?
I don't remember seeing you.
- I didn't go. - Why not?
Did you cop off with a lad?
No.
You seem a little bit, like …
Is it something your mum's done?
No.
Are you going to tell me, or …?
Bloody hell, Trev.
I don't know how I'm gonna tell ya.
- Listen, Milk. Milk! - Yeah.
- D'you reckon this is doable, mate? - Come again?
- I said, d'you think it's doable, man? - Yeah, definitely.
Come on.
(SPEECH INAUDIBLE)
WOODY: I'm going to get married again today.
- You what? - You what, son?
I just want you to be excited and thrilled about it.
- Is she pregnant? - She's not pregnant, no.
Has she got cancer?
Has she got c …? Why are you saying …? What are you wishing cancer on her for?
Can you see it from our point of view, son? We're all ready to go.
It's our anniversary.
It's romantic.
They're trying to fuck me, Kell.
Don't worry, darlin'.
Don't you worry about a thing.
Your dad's strong, you know that.
MILKY: Trudy! I need a favour.
Did you ever pass that marriage licence test thing?
Yeah, so what if I did?
Yes!
- Ah! Fuckin' hell! - Get off!
Woody is winning back Lola today. He's gonna marry her today.
I'm gonna marry the woman of my dreams today, boys.
- Again? - What? You've done that.
Yeah, I know we've done it, but I fucked it up, so we're gonna have another stab.
- Ow! You prick! - Good, you're awake. Listen.
Woody and Lola are getting married today,
but she does not know, so you cannot tell her.
Ow!
You feelin' any better?
Yeah.
I cleared these out. I'll bring you another cup of tea if you want.
Thanks.
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
COMBO: It's just here.
Mum?
Daisy?
Andrew …
What's wrong?
I'm so sorry, love.
She's gone?
She, er … She went last night, love.
I … I did try to ring you.
They're, er … not coming to get her until about midday, so …
you've got a bit of time.
I'm sorry, love.
I'll be next door if you need me.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(DOOR OPENS)
You all right?
Yeah.
- Got a T-shirt for you there. - Thank you.
D'you feel a bit better?
Yeah.
- You probably need some sleep. - Mm.
Fuckin' hell, Trev.
You sure you don't wanna see a doctor?
No. Please.
I don't want anyone to know.
OK.
I'm gonna nip downstairs while you get some sleep.
OK.
Probably nip out in a bit, get us some food.
Tomato soup, or … Is there anything you want?
- No. - You sure?
You be all right if I pop out?
How long are you gonna be?
I shouldn't be too long.
Lola, you promise you won't tell anyone?
I swear on my life, I will not tell a soul.
I promise.
Are you gonna go see her?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I will do. I'll go and see her.
(CLEARS HIS THROAT)
- And you just wait here for me. - Yeah. Take as long as you want, yeah.
- You all right, mate? - Yeah, yeah.
I'm OK.
Fuckin' hell.
(SNIFFS)
(CREAKING)
(DOOR SHUTS)
COMBO: The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He makes me lay in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
And He restores my soul.
Thank you for this day.
It has been a very happy day.
Amen.
(CLOCK TICKS)
(COMBO WHISPERS) OK.
OK.
I'm all right, I'm OK.
I'm OK.
OK.
I'm all right.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm all right.
I'm just gonna …
I've got stuff to do here. I'm just …
I'm just gonna clean about the place and that,
and make sure it's OK for when they come to pick her up.
- Well, I'll stay and help ya. - No, it's OK. Look, I can do it.
I can do it. You've looked after me enough, man.
- You've looked after me enough. - I wanna make sure you're all right.
I'm OK. I'm telling ya I'm all right.
I'm just gonna do this.
I'm gonna clean up, I'm gonna sort it out as much as I can,
then I'm gonna see a few of the old sights …
and one or two of the old faces.
- Don't do anything stupid. - I'm not gonna, don't worry. I'm OK.
I'm fine. I'm fine now.
OK?
Come here.
Go on. Go on, get home.
Get home, go on.
Thanks, lad.
- Look after yourself. - You too.
All right, lad.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You know it's a Lambretta, right?
How comes there's all other bits on it, like Yamaha?
- Yeah, and everything else. - My cousin … I got it off me cousin.
- Looking good, Woods. - Cheers, bruv.
- Do I look nervous, Milk? - No, no.
I'm gonna have to get off, I'm ever so sorry.
- Trudes! - I know, but you said an hour.
- It's gone past an hour. - No! Come on, Trudes!
You only said an hour, and I've got one of them days today
- that's jam-packed. - It's gonna be five minutes.
You said that ten bleedin' minutes ago!
- Oh! - I'm sorry, ducky, darling.
- I am gonna have to go. - What's goin' on here, duck?
- She's got to go. - No way!
- No, no, no, no, don't! Please don't. - Oh, don't start.
- But he said an hour! - All me mates are here!
- Everybody's here, but she's not here. - It's me weddin'.
Lola?
Lola!
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Lola!
(BANGS ON DOOR) Lola, open the door!
Shit!
(FASTENS ZIP)
- What are you doing here? - You fucking off?
- Yeah. You happy? - Fucking surprise, surprise.
What you running from?
I'm running from no-one. I've never ran in my life.
Don't run from me.
You happy, are you, love?
- You got what you wanted, didn't you? - I didn't ask you to go anywhere.
- No? Do me a favour, will you? - Do me a favour.
You're the big, brave one of the family, you do me a favour, yeah?
You tell my Kelly that her dad fucking loved her
- and he came back here for her … - Yeah, yeah, yeah …
… and was forced away by you. You tell her that, won't you?
- I will do. - Make sure you do, girl, all right?
Yeah, no probs.
I'll look forward to that, actually.
Yeah, I'll tell her.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- What happened to you? - What happened to you?
Fucking hell!
What do you want from me, eh?
What do you want?
I wanted to come back here and do the right thing.
- Yeah? - Yeah, I did.
Then you lasted five minutes and fucked off.
Yeah, cos of that, that, that, that.
- It's fuckin' hard work, innit? - Yeah, it fuckin' is for me as well.
I tell you what, you've got your mother's tongue, you.
You've got your mother's tongue. You're nothing like me, you.
- Nothing. D'you know that? - I don't do the shit you do.
Is that right, yeah? Do you want me to tell you something?
Go on, tell me.
I fucking hated you the day you were born.
- Good. - Yeah.
- Cos I never had a dad. - You fucking ruined my life.
- Do you know that. - Good. I hope it fucking kills you.
- Do you? - Yeah.
You fucking evil cow.
I hope it fucking kills you.
- I fucking ruined yours, didn't I? - You've ruined someone else, haven't you?
Just of late. Yeah, fucking rapist.
- Yeah? Which cunt said that, then? - Don't fucking matter.
- Which one of your cunty friends? - You fucking raped someone.
- Eh? - You know.
- Do I? Yeah? - Poor little fucking girl.
- Yeah? - Her life is fucking ruined.
- Yeah, that's tough. - Cos of you.
Touch me again and I'll take that head off your fucking shoulders.
- I'm sure you fucking will. - I promise, it'll be my last fucking act.
- Oh, have a look at that. - Yeah, look at that.
- Yeah. - What's that for? Me?
That's fucking got your name written all over it.
- Has it, Lola? - Yeah.
So come on, then …
You ever bring a fucking tool to me again, I swear I'll kill you.
Yeah, what?! Yeah, fucking what?! Agh!
Fucking hell, eh? Hear me, you cunt.
Go on, let's have it.
Fuck you!
You want some of me? You think you've had it fucking hard.
You ain't got a fucking clue, Lola!
(INAUDIBLE)
(BIRDSONG)
(SUDDEN BREATH)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(PANTING)
(LOUD BANGING ON DOOR)
Lola? Lola?
Lola, it's Combo. Can you hear me?
If it's hard to speak, just nod your head. Lola?
Can you hear me?
Is there anyone else here?
Eh? Is there anyone else here?
Is there anyone else coming back soon?
No?
Does anyone else know that you've been here today?
Eh?
Do they? No.
No. OK, then. OK.
Right, look at me, Lola.
Look at me, Lola. Look at me.
Look at me, love. Listen. Listen.
I went to my mum's, didn't I?
I was at my mum's, do you remember?
And I told you I was going to come here, yeah?
You remember? Remember I told you I was going to come here, remember?
Then I was on my way here and I heard screams, didn't I?
I heard you screaming, didn't I?
And I ran up and I looked through the window,
and he was on top of you, wasn't he?
Right. He was on top of you, wasn't he?
He was, wasn't he?
Yeah, look at me, love. Look at me.
Look at me, Lola, love,
look at me. Look at me. He was on top of you, wasn't he?
And I know what he was doing, don't I?
Cos he's been doing it all your life, hasn't he?
Eh? Look at me, love. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me, Lola.
He's been doing it all your life, hasn't he?
You didn't want it to happen to Kelly, did you, eh?
No. Not her, not little Kel.
You didn't want her to go through what you went through, did you, kid? No.
(FALTERING) It's OK, I'm just going to sort a few bits out now, OK?
I'll sort it all out, don't you worry. Don't you worry, love.
It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.
Come here, come here.
Keep warm, keep warm.
Keep warm.
OK?
It's OK now.
It's OK.
Can't hurt you now.
He can't hurt you now.
Ssh!
Let me do a good thing.
I love you, Lola.
I know you don't love me, but I love you.
♫ Argentina, Argentina … ♫
TV REPORTER: Among the rival fans, passions are already on the boil.
(CONTINUE CHANTING)
Argentina! Argentina!
- Argentina! - Boo!
For Argentina's players,
the match against England on Sunday is the one they wanted most of all,
an occasion of sporting history, not of political rhetoric.
All of Argentina's footballers are anxious
that politics should not intervene in this forthcoming match.
They simply want to face England on equal terms
and see it as a chance for revenge
for the defeat they suffered at Wembley in 1966.
They hope the dazzling skills of Diego Maradona will eclipse
the prolific goalscoring talent of England's Gary Lineker.
Either way, Argentina expects it will be a match to remember.
This is Christopher Morris for The Nine O'Clock News in Mexico City.
(SINGING AND CHANTING)
♫ Oh, England, we love you We love you, England … ♫
TV COMMENTATOR: This is the England line-up.
The team, fashioned from adversity, has become a far more efficient model
than the one which arrived here amid extravagant headlines.
There are still perhaps weaknesses and they may well be probed today,
but the side has developed character and characters to offer us realistic hope.
I'm gonna show you a good time in there.
(PARROT SQUAWKS)
TV: So much of the pre-match publicity has been about this little man,
five foot six of him, Diego Maradona, and how England will play him.
I don't think there is any question that it will be the responsibility
of the man nearest to him at the time
to get goal side as quickly as possible, and does not commit himself …
So, share 'em all out.
(PARROT SQUAWKS)
6787 Gascoigne, sir.
Been charged with manslaughter this time, have we, Gascoigne?
Yes, sir.
You're not going to cause any trouble, are you, lad?
No.
You'll get no trouble from me, sir.
GOVERNOR: Take him away, Mr Lester.
TV COMMENTARY: … moved away from Hoddle then. Valdano …
Hodge, and … Maradona …
They're appealing for offside, the ball came back off the foot of Steve Hodge,
and Maradona gives Argentina the lead.
The England players protesting to the referee …
… but the little man who started it by walking past Glenn Hoddle …
There's where the ball came from Hodge, Maradona had continued the run forward …
… and the goal is given. At what point was he offside?
Or was it a use of the hand that England are complaining about?
(♫ THE JAM: The Bitterest Pill (I Ever Had to Swallow) )
♫ Ooh oo-ooh
♫ Ohh
♫ In your white lace and your wedding bells
♫ You look the picture of contented new wealth
♫ But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies
♫ I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive
♫ For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
♫ The love I gave hangs in sad-coloured, mocking shadows
♫ Yeah-eah-eah
♫ When the wheel of fortune broke You fell to me
♫ Out of grey skies to change my misery
♫ The vacant spot Your beating heart took its place
♫ Now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room
♫ When the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
♫ The love I gave hangs in sad-coloured, mocking shadows
♫ The bitterest pill is mine to take
♫ If I took it for a hundred years I couldn't feel any more ill
♫ Ooh-ooh
♫ The bitterest pill is mine to take
♫ If I took it for a hundred years I couldn't feel any more ill
♫ Yeah-eah-eah
♫ Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life
♫ Twisted and broken dawn No days with sunlight
♫ The dying spark You left your mark on me
♫ The promise of your kiss But with someone else
♫ For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow
♫ The love I gave hangs in sad-coloured, mocking shadows
♫ The bitterest pill is mine to take
♫ If I took it for a hundred years I couldn't feel any more ill
♫ The bitterest pill is mine to take
♫ If I took it for a hundred years I couldn't feel any more ill
♫ Yeah-eah-eah
♫ The bitterest pill is mine to take
♫ If I took it for a hundred years I couldn't feel any more ill
♫ Ooh-ooh
♫ The bitterest pill is mine to take
♫ If I took it for a hundred years I couldn't feel any more ill
♫ Ill, yeah, yeah
♫ Yeah, yeah. ♫