Goal of the Dead Page #3

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Thanks, Marco!

My pleasure, you deserve it.

Manu,

you'll stay next season.

I tried hard with the Krauts,

they wanted Castellari.

Is that it? Are you done?

Now get out, Zombroni. Don't

upset them before the game.

Cool it, tiger. You're

not playing Madrid.

Guys, let's put on a

good show tonight.

Idriss, up front, a team game.

What?

Hold on, you're not

playing the kid?

For now, he's still ours.

Isn't the contract signed yet?

Sure! Well, as good as.

You just have to do a

physical for the insurance.

Sam, you're captain,

show some enthusiasm.

Yes.

Go easy on the kid, OK?

He'll play and sweat,

like the others.

You're a regular General Patton!

Very impressive.

You should thank me.

With that transfer free, the

club could buy 3 more Koreans.

And maybe a new coach, cos

you've really let them down.

Get out of here now.

What a fun bunch.

Hurry along, there's

not many seats left.

The Lagrippe Stadium hasn't

been so full for a long time.

Tonight, all Caplongue is here.

Now weddings, funerals

or christenings

were held today, because

Caplongue has priorities.

And today in Caplongue,

soccer is king again!

You got the tickets 6 months

ago, and I'm in row B.

It's crap. You see much

better from up there.

Concentrate, guys!

Play me for 5 minutes,

just for show.

No, you play as long as

I say, we have to win.

And Idriss, pass

the ball to Sam.

No, coach, whenever I

do, he's always late.

It's his town, he's captain,

make him look good.

Lets hear it fo Caplongue!

Azincourt, #2, is captain.

But Jean Belvaux, #10,

is nowhere to be seen.

And now Paris come

onto the pitch.

The captain's armband is worn

by Samuel Lorit, a local boy,

give him a big hand!

Let's go!

Paris, one from

bottom of League 1,

have come to challenge

Caplongue on their home turf.

Get lost, those are our seats.

Take it easy!

Don't let us down with this.

Yeah, I mean no. I don't

feel great about this.

Honestly, I don't feel

right, I feel sick.

Michel.

The guy will come out of his booth.

As usual.

The cassette player's

on the right.

You go in, insert the cassete,

then press play when we

throw the flares. OK?

You've gotta do it.

You can't back out.

He doesn't want to upset

his Parisian pals.

There's a problem.

What kind of problem?

Jeannot's not here. Can

we delay for 5 minutes?

No way. That's impossible.

They'll tear the place apart!

Sam!

What's up?

You alright?

Yeah.

Do you know Jean Belvaux?

Jeannot? Sure, we used

to play together.

He's not playing.

He didn't show up.

Pity. I'd have liked to see him.

Actually, it's good for us.

Now go!

The coach makes a

late tactical change,

and Franck Boucet comes on.

And that's it, game on!

Ready for kick off.

It'll be underway soon.

A good clean game,

respect the opposition.

Good luck.

Good luck, guys.

You know you're not going

to walk out of here.

Go on Jeannot!

Go, Caplongue!

Come on!

Come on!

Hold onto the ball!

Hammer them!

Play on!

Get up, Mr Lorit.

Sh*t, that was a foul!

Stick on him, have him!

What's he up to?

Idrisss!

Idriss! Let it go.

Step off the gas.

Come on, Idriss, put

some effort in!

Idriss!

I was unmarked!

What the f*** are you doing?

Come on!

It's here.

F***!

No sign of his buddy?

No.

We'd better call for back-up.

That'll be hard.

He's burnt it all out.

It's all cos of soccer.

Shoot right!

Bastard!

Shoot!

F*** you!

- What the hell?

- A**hole!

- What's your problem?

- F*** off! Go on, get lost!

Idriss, substitution.

Get out of my face!

F*** you! No way!

Lorit, get lost!

Lorit, off!

A yellow, fair

enough, but not red!

You saw, it wasn't deliberate.

Yeah, and 17 years ago

it wasn't either.

What?

You're still stuck on that?

You can all f*** off!

I don't need you! I never did!

Lorit, off!

I asked you to go, Lorit.

Don't make it worse.

Quitter scumbag.

No! No!

A**hole! Lorit the whore!

That one was

deliberate, a**hole.

What the hell...

Where you off to?

The toilet.

But it's just hotting up.

I'll be right back.

Yeah, right.

I promise.

Lorit the whore

- Has it started?

- Yes, without Jeannot.

How can that be?

- I don't know.

- He was supposed to get here.

Lorit!

Time to go.

- Come on!

- Yeah, yeah.

Here I go.

Guys!

We are Caplongue!

Guys, I can't do it! It's off!

F***! Where's the song?

I knew that jerk

would let us down.

It's Jeannot!

Guys, Jeannot's here.

Kill them, Jeannot!

This is the men's locker room.

I know, I wanted to talk to you.

Really?

To tell me what?

That I betrayed you all?

That you'll crucify me?

OK, forget it.

Yeah, forget it.

Screw soccer.

Then what?

I'd like you to give me

a little of your time.

You of age?

Absolutely.

Let's get drunk.

My friend...

- Now!

- OK.

Go, Jeannot!

What the f***'s going on?

What the hell is that?

We have to get the kid off.

They just leave the

bar unattended?

That's the Caplongue mentality.

See that?

That's me.

Yeah.

What's your name?

Cleo.

Chloe? Nice.

Thanks, but it's Cleo.

E, O. Cleo.

Why?

Why, what?

That's not a name.

It is. It's mine, anyway.

Right.

I'm crap at this.

A bitter defeat.

Just help yourself!

Don't worry, I'll pay it.

I'll buy the bar if I want.

Know how much I earn?

I don't really care.

You got a real

problem round here.

Grudges are the local religion.

You're from here.

And I'm leaving ASAP.

Unless we spend a

little time together.

- You're quite cute.

- Excuse me?

I mean, you'll do.

Footballers don't

just go for models.

You're wasting your time.

- So you're not the kind who...

- Who what?

-A girl you give money to...

- And who does what?

- You give her money, then she...

- You think I'm whore?

Yes, no, wait. I don't mind.

You take me for a hooker.

You're sick!

Hey, you came to

the locker room,

you brought me here. I just

got the wrong idea, Cleo.

Take it easy.

- If you don't ask...

- Loser.

F*** you, b*tch.

What the hell?

They're vomiting everywhere,

biting each other.

They're trashing everything.

They're turning into savages.

There's hundreds dead!

The whole Paris team is gone!

It's a massacre!

Sh*t! What do we do?

We do like Pop. We

get outta here!

Ah, Fred!

What?

She must be off her face.

She works in TV.

We have to shut this!

Thanks.

And who are you?

I'm his daughter.

GOAL OF THE DEAD

SECOND HALF:

Miss!

What the hell is going on?

You little hoodlums! What

did you do that woman?

- What woman?

- That one, dammit!

Do something, boss,

they're nuts!

- They got Cuillere!

- They're mad!

Yeah, right. I've had

enough of you boys.

Public disorder, harassment,

and you're drunk to boot.

- No way!

- It's not a riot. It's the apocalypse!

- The apocalypse.

- Yeah!

And they're very rude!

I'm sick of you, welfare all

week and weekend thuggery.

Think I like it?

It's community service for you.

Let's go!

- It's over.

- You can't do that.

Very good, Annabelle! Great!

Good one!

Annabelle?

Take it easy, Annabelle.

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