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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 *

*♪