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*♪

* There's a place
where I come from *

* It's the place
where I belong *

* Where you will never die *

* Wipe the tears off
from your eyes *

* Sun and moon
and stars above *

* Never match
this perfect love *

* Just look to
the painter's hands *

* Like an ocean
meets its sands *

*♪

* Whoa *

* Twisted castles
in her hair *

* Building mountains
in the air *

* Making profits
lending loans *

* Ancient TVs
golden telephones *

* But within
this misty cave *

* Lies a painter
blind but brave *

* Paints the story
of where we've been *

* Where we are
where we could be *

*♪

* So kiss the light
and seize the day *

* Shine your shoes
come to play *

* Sun is shining
sky is clear *

* Leave your worries
with your fears *

* Light eternal
sleep inside *

* To my heart and
through my eyes *

* Bringing sweetness
to my soul *

* Close your eyes
be made whole **

*♪

Jesus wept.

Mooney! Come on!

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck was that?
Oh, for Christ's sake.

You see,
I want to design clothes.

Fashion is
the new rock and roll.

Think of Gucci,
Armani, Versace.

Doyle, wake up!
Wake up, Doyle!

Righto, lads, break it up.
Step back now.

You're booked.
I never even laid
a hand on him.

Yeah, right, go on.

What?
I never touched him. What?

Me--
I'm gonna be a missionary.

You know, like, uh,
traveling around the world,
killing people for money.

Go on, mate!
Go on, son!

- Oh, for God's sake.
- Oh.

When I leave school,
I'm gonna play football.

Football's not
a matter of life and death.

It's more important
than that.

What else would I do
instead of football?
There is nothing else.

Call me old-fashioned,
Mitchell, but...

I always thought
that strikers were supposed
to score goals.

I know, sir, but,
well, I've a lot on my mind
at the moment.

Is that a fact?

You see, I'm still waiting
to hear about getting a trial.

I've got to be seen
to stand any chance
of being a professional.

Belfast United are
my first choice. They're
the best club in the league.

Trouble is,
they're a Protestant team,

so I don't think
they'll be coming around here
to see me, you know?

Mitchell,

Though it pains me
to say it, you are good.

But you could be very good
if you just used that.

So unless
you do something drastic
to improve your game,

you'll not make it
onto my team,
never mind United.

It's not natural.
Girls and boys should be
educated together.

How else we gonna meet them?

I wonder who does
their hemlines.

Is that all you ever
think about, clothes?

It's not clothes.
It's fashion.

Anyway, I'm going
to dress the world's
most beautiful women.

And once I've dressed them,
I'll undress them.

Bollocks. Footballers get
the most beautiful women.

When I'm playing for United,
they'll be all over me.
In your dreams.

You reckon she's into bondage?

What's bondage?

Hey, you!
Stop that!
Hey, Rudi.

You reckon this fella's
any good?

Earlier today, Brazilian
striker, Carlos Rega,

officially
signed for Belfast United.

United have high hopes
that the Brazilian will bring...

some much-needed Latin flair
to the team.

So, Carlos,
how do you feel about coming
to Northern Ireland?

Well, my family in Brazil,
they worry.

They hear bad things,

but me, I love it.

Everyone here
is so friendly.

United are thought of
as being a Protestant team.

How do you feel
being the first Catholic
to join the club?

For me,
the only religion is football.

I give him a week.

What is it about
the Brazilian that attracted
manager Frank Mallin?

Rhythm.
The lad has it
in his blood.

In Brazil,
rhythm is life.

We learn to samba
before we learn to walk.

When we
play football,

we don't run
with the ball,
we dance.

*♪

In Brazil,
when we play football,

we don't run with the ball,
we dance.

And there's a chance here
for Rega!

Go on, Carlos.

- Goal!
-

- Did you see that?
Did you see that?
-

- What did he say?
- He says, he plays
for a Protestant team.

If you quit talking Irish
and spoke more English,
you might just get a job.

Anyway,

when my boy plays for United,
there'll be two Catholics
on the team, won't there?

What the hell's
that supposed to be?

Sid McLoughlin here.

Right now,
in all my
do-it-yourself stores,

I've got some great offers
on paint.

It's quality,
it's value, it's perfect
for all your needs,

both inside and outside
the home.

So for all your
paintwork needs,

-
-S.I.
-D for D.I.Y.
-- S.I.
-D for D.I.Y.

In all my
do-it-yourself stores.

You know, it's true,
Carlos dances with the ball.
It's brilliant.

You've seen Riverdance.
What's your excuse?

Abracadabra.

There is no word in Irish
for that, sir.

Mickey, tell me.

Why do you think Brazil has
one of the best football teams
in the world?

Their nuts.
No, their rhythm.

Carlos Rega says
they've got it in their blood.
I mean, the Prods are the same.

They go marching.
All us Catholics have
is the rhythm method,

and we all know
that doesn't work.

Here.

Check this out.
Learn to Dance
Latin American?

Keep your voice down.
I don't want everyone knowing
I'm taking up dancing.

You're what?
No, listen.

This is the key
to improving my game.

Latin rhythm,
the samba.

I'm gonna learn to dance
round the pitch,
just like Carlos.

The thing is, Mickey--
I'm gonna need some help.

Oh, no. No way.

The man taking care
to keep the elbows flexed--

If I ever catch you
dressed like that,
we're history.

Will you shut up
and concentrate.

♪*
One, two, one, two,
one, two--

One and--
Ow.

Is this your card?
No.

Jesus.
What are they doing?

The samba.
The samba?

Of course.
Keep those hips swinging.

*♪

Shit.

Spike!
What?

It's no use, mate.
I think I need
professional help.

Yep.

Did you get
your new dance shoes?
I did, aye.

What color are they?
Black.

Sorry.
Black?

Aye, and I got a lovely pair
of leg warmers.

You didn't, did you?
I did.

Big poof.

*♪

Come along, kids.
God gave you hips, wiggle them.

Closer, Oliver.
Grind those groins.

Oh, that was lovely, Lucy.
Very nice.

Okay, everyone, take five.

Hello, darling.
Mrs. Burns.

Danny Mitchell.
I'd like to join
the Latin class.

Uh-huh.
Have you danced before?

Well, I've been
practicing a few steps
on my own at home.

I'm very interested
in the samba.
Oh, the samba.

The beat of Brazil.
That's the one.

Is it expensive?
I give men
a special reduction.

As you can see,
I'm a little short
of male members.

Story of my life, dear.

Nice to see someone here
not wearing a dress.

Oliver.
Danny.

Of course, I only
really do this for her.

There aren't many real men
who can do it.

We're preparing
for the regional
Latin dance finals.

Lucy's determined to win it.

And Lucy always gets
what she wants.

So, you play number 10?

Eh? Oh, yeah,
that's right.

I play up front, too.

In fact, I'm captain
of our school team--
Collegiates.

Right.
I never knew St. Joseph's
had a soccer team.

Thought your sort
only played Gaelic football.

And, uh,
what's that one
with a stick?

Hurling.
Yeah, that's it.

Okay, everyone,
let's samba!

Later.

*♪

One, bottom, bottom.

And to the side. Bottom.
You're a natural.

And off we go.
Very good.

And--

Ah.

Cha, cha, cha,
little darling.

*♪

And--

How do you fancy trying
that new tapas place?
Okay.

Hey, Danny.

- How about a friendly game?
Collegiates versus St. Joe's?
- Sure.

We'll show you
how it's done.

Football, soccer--
call it what you will, brother,

it is still
a British imperialist sport.

Our boys should be playing
proper Irish games--

Hurling and Gaelic football.

- But they want to play soccer.
- Which is why I gave you
my blessing to start a team.

One does try to keep up
with the times.

However, what I did not
appreciate was...

that you'll be playing against
someone like Collegiates.

It's okay, sir,
they're just a load
of rugger buggers.

It is my understanding
that they are a mixed school.

It's true, there are
Protestants and Catholics there.
But I don't--

- I was referring to gender.
- Ah, yes, I see.

I've got nothing against girls
myself, personally.

I mean, some of
our greatest saints have been
of the female persuasion.

However, I am concerned
that our boys...

are not unduly affected
by being in the vicinity
of large numbers of...

the-- the opposite sex.

Give me a "C," give me an "O,"
give me a double "L," "E,"

give me a "G," give me an "I,"
give me an "A," "T," "E!"

Go, Collegiates!

Right, lads, now keep it clean.
Keep it clean.

Now that girl would look
fantastic in chiffon.

You know,
I think she likes me.

See you.

So I see.

Mitchell.
You see that?

You won't recognize it.
It's called a goal.

It belongs
to the opposition.
Fill it.

We meet again, Danny Boy.

Here. A token
of our good faith.

Oh, right.
Thanks, um--

Oh.

Likewise.

Come on! Mark him!
For God's sake, mark him!
Come on!

Are you playing football
or pocket billiards?

Give me a "G,"
give me an "I,"
give me an "A," "T," "E!"

Go, Collegiates!

Can you spell "bugger off"?

-
- Yes.

- Oh, my foot!
- I'm sorry, mate.

- Look, I'm sorry
about that, mate.
-

- That's it, you're booked.
- Somebody, call somebody.

- See what you've done.
- I didn't mean it.

- You're blind.
He never touched him.
-

I'll take you to casualty.

I told you.
West Belfast.

Are you writing that
in braille?
Spike.

Get me a red card.
Just do it.
What?

I hope you're sending
him off for that!

He gets a warning,
and that's it.

I know where you live.

Hey, Mitchell!
Come here! Mitchell!

Careful, my foot.

Could I help?
I think not.

Listen, I'm sorry, mate.
It was an accident.
Can we go, please?

I'll have the hem on that fixed
for you by tomorrow, sir.
Good. And, Mooney,

would you let the waist out
a bit for me?

No problem, sir.
Thank you.

Now, tell me, Daniel.
Can you remember what happened
to your biblical namesake?

- He was thrown to the lions,
wasn't he, sir?
- Indeed, he was.

Alas, I have
no lions at my disposal,
more's the pity.

But I do have a space
for you in detention
this coming Saturday.

In the meantime,
I suggest that you go
straight to the hospital...

and apologize to that man
that you have wronged.

Show him that we are not
all barbarians in this place.

Oh, and, Mitchell,

this idea of yours-- being
a professional footballer--

Sir?

Nothing.

McCutcheon!

Mitchell.

I haven't finished
with you yet.

I'm making changes to the team.
Sir, don't do it.
I need the practice.

It's not the practice you need,
it's the discipline.

I'm working on my game.
It'll get better.

Well, until it does,
your arse is warming
the substitute bench.

I'm sorry, Danny.
It's for your own good.

- Excuse me?
- Oh, it's you.

Better come in, I suppose.

Mother, this is Danny.
He's from St. Joseph's.

Are you the one
responsible for this?

Look, I'm really sorry.
I brought a peace offering.

You realize we could sue.
Mother.

Why don't you go find
something to put those in?

I think I saw a bin outside.

How's the foot?
I've exacerbated
an old skiing injury.

- Oh, my God.
- All right?

I'll call security.
Wait.
He came to apologize.

- Really?
- How'd you get here?

- I thought your car
was getting serviced.
- It is.

Daddy brought me.
So what did the doctor say?

They wanna do some tests.
I may have to have surgery.
What?

What about
the dance competition?

Oh, great. I'm lying in agony,
and all you can think about
is your dancing.

- I want to win it, Oliver.
- Mrs. Burns will find
someone for you.

God, how could you
do this to me?

It wasn't my fault.
Remember?

Okay, nurse,
where's the patient?

Hello, Mr. McLoughlin.

You been in the wars, son.
But don't tell me. You should
see the other fella, right?

- Ah! What?
- This is the other fella.

-S.I.
-D, D.I.Y.

I like him already.
Us old Joes have to
stick together, right?

You went to St. Joseph's?
I left when I was 16,
20 years ago.

Oh.

The lovely Lydia.
Mr. McLoughlin.

- How's Phil?
Still on the bins?
- Waste disposal.

Philip's in China,
negotiating a huge contract
with the government.

Ah, so, China. Very good.

You'll have to excuse me.
I've got a bus to catch.
Ah, we still have buses?

I thought your people
had burnt them all.

Sure. We can
give him a lift.

- God, I haven't been
over here in years.
- Is it any wonder?

Don't be such a snob.

So, Danny, what you gonna do
when you leave St. Joe's?

I wanna be
a professional footballer.

Hoping to get a trial,
maybe with United.
Good for you.

If you wanna move up
in the world,
you've gotta aim high.

Yeah, trouble is,
I don't know if they'll
take on a Catholic.

They took on Carlos Rega.
He's a Catholic.

And, of course,
they've got a Catholic director
on the board.

It was him that persuaded Rega
to sign for the club
in the first place.

Okay, it was me.

You're on
the United board?
I'm their worst nightmare.

A Catholic... with cash.

Nah.

Danny, listen,
if you'd like,

I could arrange
for someone from the club
to come up and watch you play.

I can't promise you a trial,
but you never know.

That'd be great.
Thanks, Mr. McLoughlin.
I'll see ya.

What's going on?
I'm moving up in the world.

* Besta é tu, besta é tu
Besta é tu, besta é tu *

Oi!

Buenos días.

*♪

♪

Lucy needs a new partner
for this dance competition.

I'm gonna offer
my services.

Danny, you've nothing
in common with her.
She's a rich bitch.

You're just a poor bastard.

Money isn't everything.
You won't say that
when United turn you down.

Look, I'm telling you,

this dancing business could
really raise my game.
It'll help me shine out.

Trouble is, it's not your game
you're thinking of, is it?

Good afternoon.
Welcome to Sid's D.I.Y. Store.

Special offer today--
You wanted to see me?

Come in, come in, come in.
I wanted to run an idea
past you.

Mm-hmm.

What does that say to you?
A football pitch?

- Anything else?
- Daddy.

It's a stage.

Look, this football competition
is going to go
right down to the wire.

If United win their last games,
then next year, we're playing
with the big boys in Europe.

So?

So, there's going to be
big media coverage
of the last game.

TV, the works.

I thought, instead of
the usual brass band
playing at halftime,

we should get a celebrity,
you know,

someone who could do
a showstopping number...

in the middle
of the pitch.

Or the stage.

Sing a few songs,
crack a few jokes.

The fans'll love it.
So will the other directors.

And, of course, there'd be
some publicity for us.
What do you think?

Sounds good.

Good, I'll get
straight on to it.
By the way,

have you had any more
thoughts about what you're
gonna do after your exams?

I haven't decided yet, Dad.

But you know, there's more
than a Saturday job here
for you, if you want it.

I know.
I am thinking about it.

I mean, this place
could be your future.

Now remember your footwork
and the hip motion, okay?

We're going to do the samba,
the beat of Brazil.

♪*
Okay, everyone.

Ready, steady, samba.

*♪

That's it. You can dance
with me today, Danny.

Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Burns,
my partner's here.

Oh.

Hello there.
Or should I say, "¿buenos días"?

What?
I'm really getting
into this Brazil business.

They speak Portuguese
in Brazil, not Spanish.

Oh, right.

Nice shoes.
Maybe I should get a pair.
Are they expensive?

What are you
doing here?

I wanna learn
to dance like you.

-
- I thought you could
help me, like.

You realize you ruined
my chances of winning
the competition?

- Yeah, well,
I was coming to that--
- I was going to win it.

- I know, but you see--
- Look, why don't you stick
to your football, okay?

You know what? I wouldn't
dance with you if you went down
on your knees and begged me.

I never beg.
Oh, you surprise me.

Your da's right.

You are a snob.

And keep it moving,
keep it strict.
One, two.

And move the hips and--

*♪

Okay, smart ass,
show me your samba.

- Oh, dear.
-

- **
- Ah!

- Oh.
-

Now that's a samba.

Need a hand?
No.

Yes.

Please.

Please.

Um, try it again.

- Maybe you're out of petrol.
- Do I look stupid?

Where's the nearest garage?

I think there's one
up the road,
about 10 minutes' walk.

- Where are you going?
- On my way home for my dinner.

It's a bit dodgy around here.

I don't think anyone's gonna
mess with you.
Wait!

- Would you come with me?
- I've a bus to catch.

I'll give you a lift home.

Please.

Is this a present
from your daddy?
No, it's a company car.

You work for him?

Only on Saturdays.

It's not bad for
a Saturday job. You must
stack a lot of shelves.

Actually, I'm management.

Okay, so I don't have it
tough like you.

What do you want me to say?
"Sorry I've got a rich daddy
and you haven't"?

Well, I wouldn't know.
Me dad pissed off years ago.

Oh.

Well, my mum and dad
are divorced.

So we're both
from broken homes.

I knew we'd have
something in common.
Oh, God.

What?
That's only the Brits.

They've been here a few years,
in case you hadn't noticed.

I know. It's my car tax.
It's sort of overdue.
It's Daddy's fault.

Tell that to the judge.

- Good evening, Officer.
- Is this your vehicle, madam?

Actually, this is
a company car.

You see, the thing is--
We were just looking
for somewhere to eat.

Isn't that right...
darling?

Yes, dear, I-I'm starving.
Can you get tapas
around here?

There's nothing
around here but trouble.
Go on. On your way.

That was close.
Thanks.

No problem.
Anyway, he's lying.

I know a great place
to eat around here.

Rudi?
Hmm?

I don't suppose you could
knock us up some tapas?
Tapas?

Yeah, like lots
of wee bits of food.
All kinds of stuff.

I wanna make
an impression.

Sure, no problem.

♪

♪

There you are.

- Tapas.
-

It's getting late.
I should probably go.

Well, I mean--

Okay, so I don't do tapas,

but I do the best ice cream
in West Belfast.

Banana split for you,

and a knickerbocker glory
for your beautiful girlfriend.

On the house.

He can't help it.

He's Italian.

You know, your da's a laugh.
Are you gonna work for him
when you leave school?

Maybe.
Haven't decided yet.

My mum lives in London now.
I could go and move there.

Just about everyone I know
is leaving this place.

Oliver is going to Cambridge.

Well, you know
what it's like here.

Don't you ever
think about leaving?
Not really, no.

I mean, all my mates are here,
and my ma's not going anywhere.

Well, except into the big house
I'm gonna buy once I'm playing
for United.

What is it about football?

It's a great game.

That's it?
"It's a great game"?
Well, it is, and see,

if you get paid for it,
it's the greatest game
in the world.

Listen, Lucy,
you know, like,
in football...

when a player gets injured,
they bring on a substitute?

Yes.
Well, I've got some
experience of being a sub.

You want to dance with me
in the competition?

You'd be doing me a big favor.
It could really help my game.

And if it could help you
at the same time, well--
Okay.

I've a lot to learn,
but I've got the basics--
Danny.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah.
we're just
dancing partners, okay?

- You're the boss.
- Good, you're learning.

*♪

Drugs--
just say no.

Nice, kids, nice.
Nice, good.

Oh, stop watching your feet.
Look up.

For God's sake,
smile, darlings.

You'll never win anything
looking like a couple
of sourpusses.

Think of your
girlfriend! That's stylish,
Mooney, very, very stylish.

Well?

The Brazilians spell it
with an "S," not a "Z."

Jesus. I bet Armani
never had this problem.

What the f--

* People of the world
spice up your life *

* Every boy, every girl
spice up your life *

* People of the world
spice up your life *

*♪

Sure, I can dance
in my school uniform.

We do this properly,
or not at all.

I can't afford this place.

You can pay me back when
you're a rich footballer.

Good afternoon, madam.

What do you want?
I'm with her.

Huh?

* The rhythm of the bongo go
ba, ba, ba, ba, boom *

* It started in the Congo
but it spread very soon *

* So just direct your feet when
you hear the jungle beat *

* They say that in the Congo
you will go to your doom *

* If you don't dance
when you hear drums go
ba, ba, ba, boom *

* So just direct your feet
or you'll burn up
with the heat *

You'll have to get the shirt
sewn into your underpants.

That'll stop you
exposing yourself
when you raise your arms.

I know just the man
for the job.

And you look a bit pasty
for a Latino.

You can lose marks
if you don't look the part.

Then while you're at it,
how about a week in Barbados?

I have some tanning cream
that'll do just fine.

Ow!
That was my foot.

Oh, whoopsie. Will you watch
your floor craft, Danny.

I'm sorry.
This was a bad idea.

We don't stand a chance.
The competition's next month.

You could always find
someone else.
You can do it, darling.

You both can.
Come on, show me.

One, two.

♪

Oh, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop.

You have your routine fine,
but anyone can do that.

That's where you were
with Oliver.

Latin dancing
is more than just technique.

Show me emotion.
Show me passion.

Imagine that you're in love
with each other.

Now then, excite me.
Make me blush.

Just mind my feet, okay?
These shoes cost a fortune.

Right.

*♪

So, how's it going
with blondie?
Her name's Lucy.

Now she is your
biggest game ever.
What are you on about?

That girl is Premier Division.
You-- you're Third Division.

Maybe Second
if you wash your hair.

Did you ask her out yet?
We're just dancing partners.

Did she tell you that?
Listen.

Fred Astaire
was Division Four,

and he always
got the girl.

*♪

See? I'm blushing.
Now, at last, I believe
you're in love.

I have to go.

- Same time tomorrow.
- Lucy--

Danny, darling,
I'm so proud of you.

Move forward!
Come on, move!

Do you want me
to go on, sir?
You're not ready yet.

Sweet Jesus.

No, lads! No, no!
McCutcheon, move it!

Mooney, come out!
Come out!

I told you, sir.

Maybe Brother Xavier's right.
Maybe we should stick
to Gaelic football.

I've never seen
a more dismal display
in my life.

What the hell do you think
youse are doing out there?
Running around like wee girls.

Nobody's concentrating.
I told you before--

Jesus, that's
Frank Mallin from United.
What's he doing here?

And look at me
when I'm talking to you.

Christian Brothers
school playing soccer.
Whatever next?

Ah, sure it'll do you good
to have another Catholic
in the side.

Keep Carlos company.

Carlos isn't Catholic,
he's Brazilian.

All right, lads, kick ass!
Go on!

Spike, Spike.
What?

I need a favor.
Huh?

Here, to me!

Oh,
for God's sake.

Cheers, mate.
Cheers.

Looks like you're on.

Cheers, sir.

You deserve an Oscar.
Thanks.

Here.

Okay, let's samba.

*♪

*♪

Beauty!

- Danny!
- Well done, Danny!

I want you to meet Frank Mallin.
I'm sure you know who he is.
Sure.

Nice goal, son.
It's good to see a player
with such a sense of rhythm.

My daughter's been
helping him there.

Listen, Danny, I'd like to give
you a trial with our first team.
Just a practice game.

See how you get on
with the big boys.
You interested?

Yeah, that'd be brilliant.
Okay, see you at the club,
Sunday afternoon.

Right, Sidney.
Shite. The dance final's
on Sunday.

Sure, that's not till later.
You've got plenty of time.

Yes!

Yes!

You can't play football
just before the competition.

I helped you out.
Think of it as a warm-up.

What if you get injured?
I won't.

You will if you're late.

See ya.

Oh. Sorry.

I have
your tanning cream.

Here. Face, neck,
arms and hands.

Right.

I got something for you.

Thanks.

I'll open it later.
I have to go.

Would you like
to go out somewhere?

We're just dancing partners,
remember?
Right.

I can't anyway.
I said I'd go see Oliver.
He's out of hospital.

Oh.

Some other time maybe.

We're so relieved
he didn't have to have surgery.

A little bit of physio,
and he'll be right as rain.

I'm organizing a little party
for him on Saturday night,
as a sort of welcome home.

Ah, that's a good idea.

Hi.
Hi.

Don't overdo it, dear.

Here.
Thanks.

Oh.
Where have you been?

I've really missed you.

Um, how-- how's the foot?
Well, it feels great.

Great.
You know,

in a way, this time-out's
been good for me.

It's really given me
a chance to think...
about us.

It has?
Look.

I don't think
you should stay here
after you leave school.

Be honest.
Your dad's business
isn't you.

You should get out of here,
spread your wings.

Go to college,
somewhere in England.
Somewhere near me.

You mean a lot to me, Lucy.
We're good together.
We're a team.

In a way,
I should thank Danny Boy
for helping me realize that.

So, is he better
than me?
What?

Your new dancing partner?

Well, uh, he's--
he's not you.

Good, 'cause I wanna make
a comeback.

You what?

Look, I know how much
this competition
means to you.

So, if you like,
I'll dance with you again.

We can win this thing
together-- you and me.

Now what do you say?

*♪

Good. And--

Keep going, darling.

Hello?
Where are you, darling?
We're waiting for you.

But why, Lucy?

I see. Well,
it's your decision, but I think
you're making a big mistake.

You didn't even have the balls
to tell me yourself.

I'm sorry,
but I've made up my mind.

But we were dancing
so well together.

Yes, well, so were Oliver and I
before you came along.

Lucy, why don't you
just come out and say it?
I'm not good enough for you.

That's not true.
No?

You know, Oliver's right--
Lucy does always get
what she wants.

- Don't say that.
- See? That's true, isn't it?

Look, Danny, Oliver is
my boyfriend, okay?

I'm his girlfriend.

Boyfriends and girlfriends,
they do things together,
you know?

They make plans together.
That's just the way it works.
Plans change.

So can boyfriends.

I'm sorry,
I-I have to go.

Lucy, I wanted to ask you--

Lucy?
Shit.

Oh, hi.
Hi.

I wanted to ask her
what time Oliver's party
starts at tomorrow night.

Do you know?

*♪

That's it, darling,
you eat up.

You've got to get
your strength back.

Ooh.

Good evening,
Mrs. Parr.
Oh, my God.

Oliver.
Who is it?

- Hi, Ollie.
- Who invited you?

- We--
- I did, actually.

Um, you said you wanted
to thank him, remember?

Oh, yeah, right.

Just don't
call me Ollie,
okay?

Don't touch that.
It's antique.
Sorry.

Here, I like
your dress, missus.
Is that a Gucci?

*♪

Is this your card?
Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah.

You're from West Belfast?

Have you ever shot anyone?

Would you like
a top up, Mrs. Parr?

Just a tad.

I meant what I said.
I really do like the dress.

You are a young man
of some taste.

You should see
what I bought yesterday.

You should see
what I bought yesterday.

Are you ready, Mickey?
Ready, Lydia.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph,
would you look at that?

Oh, Mickey,
I knew you'd love it.
Isn't it simply divine?

Would you?
For me?

It's a nice place.

Have you been
in the kitchen yet?

The floor's vinyl,
and the marble tops
are not marble.

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk.

And as for the handmade
Italian tiles in the bathroom--
Not Italian?

Daddy sells them.
Buys them by the truckload
from Bulgaria.

Dirt cheap.

You see, you're made
for your dad's business.

Well, I've been offered
a place at college, in London.

Oh.
Well, well done.

It's a big decision for me.

Could change my whole life.

Oliver wants me to go.

Of course,
Daddy wants me to stay.

Well, he's not the only one.

You say that
even after what I did to you?

No one's perfect.

Do you know the real reason
I want to win the competition
so much?

Mm-mm.

Oliver and Sophie--
Everyone says I always get
what I want because of Daddy.

That's rich,
coming from them.

Trouble is, they're right.

But dancing is different.
That's just me.

And I got this far
with no help from anyone.

I just-- I want to go out
onto that dance floor...

under the bright lights...

and prove to everyone
I can do it.

Does that sound silly?
No.

I feel the same
about my football.

*♪

I love this song.

* Long day and I'm ready *

* I'm waiting for your call *

* 'Cause I made up my mind *

* My... *

* Heart aches
with a hunger *

* And a want
that you were mine *

* No, I cannot deny *

* So for one night *

* Is it all right *
Do you fancy a swim?

Well, I haven't brought
me swimmers.
* That I give *

Neither have I.
* You *

* My heart, my love *

* My heart *

* Just for one night *

* My body, my soul *

* Just for one night *

* My love, my love *

* For one night
one night *

* One night *

* When mornin' awakes me *

* Well, I know I'll be alone *

* And I feel I'll be fine *

* So don't *

* You worry about me *

* I'm not empty on my own *

* For inside I'm alive *

* But for one night
it was *

* So right *

* That I gave *

* You *

* One night **

You bastard!

I think you and your friends
better leave.

I'll get you for this,
Danny Boy.

Cold, is it?

Oh, my God!

Lucy!
Lucy, I'm sorry.

You still want
to dance tomorrow?
Yeah.

Don't be late.

Hey, fellas, look at this.

You sick wee shite.

Fenian.

Oh, ma.
Och!

Doesn't seem that long ago
you had to wear one of these
eating your dinner.

Ready?
Now, you remember me when
you're rich and famous, eh?

Go on.

Belfast!

Just wanted to say, you've been
a big inspiration for me.

I've been learning the samba
and stuff, you know,
to get the Latin rhythm.

You cannot learn rhythm.
You are born with it.

Hey, look down the line!
Over, over!
Cross it, cross it!

Man on!

*♪

That's it,
that's it, son.

Yes, Carlos!
Carlos!

- Oh, shit.
-

Oh, shit.

Listen,
good game, mate.

Well played, lads.
Putting the effort in.
Good to see.

Lovely, Carlos.

All right, big man,
well played.

Well played, son.
We'll be in touch.

I blew it, didn't I?
Oh, we wouldn't say that,
would we?

You did me proud.
Listen, I've got to pick up
Lucy for the competition.

Can I give you a lift home,
Mrs. Mitchell?
Oh, um...

Thank you very much,
Mr. McLoughlin.
Oh, please, Sidney.

I'll see you later.

Come on away,
Mrs. Mitchell.

Oh, shite!
Shite!

This club is shit.
The money is shit.

I hate this job.

See you in there, love.

Ladies and gentlemen...

welcome to the Northern Ireland
Latin American dance finals.

Yes, the search is on to find
this year's champions.

This beautiful trophy here
on my left-hand side.

What time is it?
Don't worry,
he'll be here.

Is he not here yet?
No.

Shite.

Will the dancers
please take the floor
for the samba?

Thank you!

That's it.
I'll kill him.
This I gotta see.

Oliver!
Oh, thank God.
Where's Danny Boy?

He hasn't showed.
Would you do me a big favor?

Don't tell me.
You want me
to dance with you.

What do you think, Sophie?

I think you should have
nothing more to do with her.

Oliver, please.

Really, Lucy,
begging doesn't suit you.

I made it.

Oh, Danny, darling,
haven't you overdone
the sun bed?

Come on, let's go.

try to look
like you're in love!

*♪

You're not even wearing
a number.
There wasn't time.

Would you smile?

What is up?
Nothing.
Keep going.

Oh!

-
- Jesus.

Get-- no, no! That's it!
You've ruined everything.

Me? You're the one
who fell over.
Oh, is it any wonder?

Just look at you!
Ever since I met you,
everything's gone wrong.

Oh, it's always someone else's
fault, isn't it?
You did this on purpose.

No, I never--
Why'd I ever get
involved with you?

**
'Cause all you wanted was to win
your precious competition!

I hate you!
Yeah?
Well, I hate you more!

What the--

Don't--
Don't you--

I never, ever
want to see you again.

Likewise.

*♪

She takes after her mother.
Lucy.

-
- Danny, darling.

Look, look at that.
Ma.
Was that supposed to happen?

*♪

Dolce and Gabbana.

Five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten.

Five, six--

I'm off.
I'll see you later.

Yes. See?
Belfast United.

They want me there
Saturday morning.

Well, you won't catch me
coming to see you play
for a Protestant team.

Danny, start running.

I can't wait to tell
my headmaster about this.

No more Saturday morning
detention for me.

I've got a job to do.
Indeed you do.

I must tell you,
Mr. Mallin, in the past
I've played mostly up front.

Really?
But if you'd like,
I could play midfield.

You know, just until
I find my feet.
Talking of feet...

I wanna eat my dinner off these
by this afternoon.

Prove yourself here,

and then we can talk about
what position you might play,
one day.

Understood?

But the match is next week!
We need our entertainment.

What do you mean,
your client's afraid
to come to Belfast?

It's perfectly safe.
Don't you read the papers?

Trust me.
Look, listen.

Can you hear gunfire?

Wait! No, no, wait--

- Our halftime celebrity act's
just canceled.
- Oh.

All that publicity--
what am I going to say
to the other club directors?

If I don't deliver,
I'll be the laughingstock.

They'll kick me off the board.
What am I gonna do?

Um, Daddy, there's something
I want to tell you.

Sidney, you said
you'd deliver.
I will, Frank, I will.

Don't worry.
I'll find some other
entertainment for the match.

You'd better, Sidney.

The other directors are
expecting big things from you.

Listen, some of them had doubts
about appointing a Catholic.

Don't give them any excuse
to get rid of you.

All right?

Never looked like this
in my dreams.
Nothing ever does, son.

Lucy's going away
to college in London.

Well, it's what she wanted.

You know,
I knew a fella once--

dreamt of being
a pro footballer,
just like you.

He had talent,
just like you.

Maybe even
could've made it.

But he'll never know,
because he was scared.

Wouldn't take a chance.
Didn't take the risks.

And you know what?

Ever since then,
he's taken every chance
that's come his way.

Took risks
when everybody around him
told him not to,

as if trying to make up
for that decision
all those years ago.

Don't you make
the same mistake
that he did.

Seize the day, Danny,
and to hell
with everyone else.

Same again, Rudi.

Do you not think
you've had enough?

Catch yourself on.
You should be grateful.

I have as much chance of running
my own fashion house...

as Gary does of taking
his magic show to Vegas.

But you've got
to start somewhere.
I know.

You're not still thinking
of her, are you?

Jesus, I told you before,
you're not suited.

It's like mixing silk
with nylon.

We really had something,
and now she's going to London.
I'm never gonna see her again.

I need to convince her
there's something
worth staying here for.

- Like what?
- Like me.

Rudi, tell him to wise up.

Wise up.
There's plenty more
fish in the batter.

Wh-- and that's it?
That's your advice?

Oh, it's advice you want,
is it? Okay.

I'll give you
some advice.

If you want this girl,
you've got to give her
a surprise.

Women love surprises.

Such as?

Well, give her a present.
Something she's always wanted.
Something big.

Bigger than the biggest
knickerbocker glory.
Yeah, right.

I'm broke.
You don't need money to show
a girl how much you love her.

Yes, "Doctor," thank you.
You may go now.

No, wait, you're right.

There is something
she's always wanted,

and I know
who could pay for it.

She'll love it.
Rudi, you're a genius.

Right, that's it.
You've had enough.

You still need
some entertainment
for halftime, right?

Big-time.
The match is sold out.

Lucy told me
all she really wanted to do was
to go out on the dance floor...

and prove to everyone
how she can dance.

She won't get
a bigger audience than this.
It'll be a big surprise.

And Mickey here'll run us up
some special costumes.

You mean, the fashion house
of Mickey Mooney.

Why do you want to do this?

I mean, you might never
live it down with the other
players in the club.

I'll take the risk
if you will.

So tell me what you need.

No.

Nope.

Sidney.

There's no need
for that at all.
Take it easy, please.

Daddy?
To celebrate
the end of your exams,

I'm gonna take you out
for a big treat.
Where?

The United-City game.
A football match?

Oh, it's not just any match.
It's the big one.

I'd love you there.
Okay.

Can I bring someone?
Sure.

Ow.
Could you keep still?

What are you making
for Lucy?
It's a surprise.

I hope to God
she likes surprises.

Yes, it really is
decision time.

And, Dave, we've got to say
it is a big, big night
for United.

Absolutely, Jackie.
United have got to get
the win tonight...

to secure their place
in Europe next season.

It's going to be a huge match.
Their old rivals, City,
riding high at the moment.

Yoo-hoo, Lucy!

Brother,
can you see my collar?

No, you're fine,
you're fine.

What are they doing here?
I invited them.

You know, Brother Xavier
hasn't changed a bit.

You know, that Sid McLoughlin
has changed for the worst.

If they play the national
anthem, I refuse to stand.
Shut up.

United! United! United!
United! United!

There's no mention in here
of the halftime entertainment.

Who'd you get
in the end?
It's a surprise.

By the way, I thought
you were bringing
someone along tonight?

Yeah.
Was he doing
something else?

No. Ah, here he comes now.

Hello, Sidney.

-
- Come on, United!

What if she
says "no"?
Will you calm down.

Things are gonna be all right,
so just chill out, will ya?

There you go.
Now, what do you think?

Your best yet, Mickey.
Thanks very much, mate.

Where's Lucy's kit?
I gave it to Sidney already.
When's he going to tell her?

Any minute now.

Come on, United!

No way, Daddy.
But it's all arranged.

Well, you should have
thought of that before.

I don't want you arranging
my life for me anymore.
I'll take you home.

Remember, you're still
an employee of mine.

- I resign.
- Surprise.

This was your idea,
wasn't it?

Yeah.
I might've guessed.

Lucy, please,
there's a lot riding on this.
My whole future depends on you.

Please, do this
for your old man,
and I swear--

I promise, I'll never
get in your way again.
From now on, you're on your own.

How could you do this?
Lucy, this isn't
your dad's fault.

It-- it's me. I thought
I could make you happy.

I thought I could make you stay.
I was wrong.

- I'm sorry.
- Why?

Why? 'Cause I love you,
that's why.

You're out of your depth,
Danny Boy.

Lucy?

Okay, I'll do it.
Thank God.

In that case,
you have to dance
with me.

We're a team, remember?

Sorry, Ollie.

I've just changed teams.

Come on, come on, quick.
It's halftime. Good luck.

Well, I don't care.
He's welcome to her.
She's a nobody.

Just like her father.

You know,
you should meet her mother.

You'd get on much better
with her.

Ow!
Ow, my foot!

Get in there, you.
We've got some talking to do.

Say this for you, son,
you've got balls.

Yeah, that's fine,
that's fine, yeah.
Hey, hey, hey.

Have you got
a problem?

Come on, then,
put them in.

♪

♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

tonight we have a very
special halftime show.

Please welcome Danny and Lucy.

* My heart *

* My love, my heart *

* Just for one night *

* My body, my soul *

* Just for one night *

* My love *

* For one night
one night *

* One night *

* When morning awakes me *

* Well, I know I'll be alone *

* And I feel I'll be fine *

* So don't you worry *

* About me *

* I'm not empty on my own *

* For inside I'm alive *

* But for one night *

* It was so right *

* That I gave you *

* My heart **

*♪

* There's a place
where I come from *

* It's the place
where I belong *

* Where you will never die *

* Wipe the tears off
from your eyes *

* Sun and moon
and stars above *

* Never match
this perfect love *

* Just look to
the painter's hands *

* Like an ocean
meets its sands *

*♪

* Whoa *

* Twisted castles in her hair *

* Building mountains
in the air *

* Making profits
lending loans *

* Ancient TVs
golden telephones *

* But within
this misty cave *

* Lies a painter
blind but brave *

* Paints the story
of where we've been *

* Where we are
where we could be *

*♪

* So kiss the light
and seize the day *

* Shine your shoes
come to play *

* Sun is shining
sky is clear *

* Leave your worries
with your fears *

* Light eternal
sleep inside *

* To my heart and
through my eyes *

* Bringing sweetness
to my soul *

* Close your eyes
be made whole *

*♪

* I ride my bus *

* I ride my bus *

* I ride my bus *

* My bus *

* I ride *

* There's a place
where I come from *

* It's the place
where I belong *

* Where you will never die *

* Wipe the tears off
from your eyes *

* Sun and moon
and stars above *

* Never match
this perfect love *

* Leave behind your
broken past *

* Sing the song
we're free at last *

*♪

* I ride my bus *

* I ride my bus *

* I ride my bus *

* My bus *

* I ride *

* There's a place
where I come from *

* It's the place
where I belong *

* Where you will never die *

* Wipe the tears off
from your eyes *

* Sun and moon
and stars above *

* Never match
this perfect love *

* Leave behind your
broken past *

* Sing this song
we're free at last *

*♪