Goal of the Dead Page #4

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Don't leave us to die!

- It's OK, boys. I got this.

- The keys!

You must have 400 of them!

It's here. I'll find it!

That's the cellar,

that's the garage...

I know...

I'll be right back. I got

a spare in the office.

Help!

Teddy, we got to go.

Give it all you got.

Go for it!

F***ing hell!

Go, go, go, guys!

Carole Pinchon.

Ever heard of her?

Carol Pinchon? You

must be mistaken.

We'll see.

Typical male amnesia.

Not you, too?

I'm just listening to her.

Oh, I get it.

You rehearsed this. You

want money, is that it?

It's all a set up?

We want nothing from you.

She never mentioned you.

She just cried over some photos.

- Photo of who?

- Who did you think?

What does that prove? Loads

of women have my photo!

What a shitbag!

We could all die here. It's not

the time for family problems.

Get the f*** away!

Have they gone?

You just have to be firm.

Oh sh*t!

Did you see their faces?

This is some weird sh*t!

I got to put you down now.

You OK?

No network, dammit!

Can I call my family?

Move back a little. You're

invading my personal space.

Great idea to hide in this rat

hole with the local leech.

Will we die?

I probably won't, but in that

state, you probably will.

Be nice to the players.

Are you going to puke?

Give me some space!

What do they want? It's just

soccer, it's nothing personal!

It's these losers big day,

so they want to make it worth it.

They want to have a good time.

They want to kill us!

It's down to lack

of sporting spirit.

What does your spirit get us?

We should stick

with our own kind.

London's finished for me.

Why do you say that?

Can't you hear it?

Big ben's calling. I'll get you out.

Don't worry about the old man.

If you puke on my shoes,

I'll rip your head off.

I don't know what's

happening to me.

You got a thing...

Right there.

- Where?

- Up a bit.

There. Oh, forget it.

Come to the bathroom, big fella.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

That's it. Better out than in.

That's it, good job.

This isn't a training

session, old man!

The most important thing

is to say together.

That shrimp can take

care of himself.

He's all I'm interested in.

That's all.

This is getting bad. It's

time to get serious.

Defensively, we're screwed.

We have to attack.

That's it. Grandpa's off.

This is a locker room. It's my domain.

Shut up and listen.

We'll set an aim.

Idriss, hold back.

We'll need your speed.

Marco, make space. 2

in front, 2 behind.

He's losing the plot.

Incredible.

It's all to play for.

We didn't do all this

work for nothing.

All our efforts

are going to pay off today.

We need to take back the pitch.

Inch by inch.

If we work together,

we can do it.

Together, we are everything.

Alone, we're nothing.

That's soccer.

It's life.

It's togetherness.

It's the team.

Oh f***!

I'll show you a face!

Get out!

What about Coach?

Don't touch him, that

stuff's contagious!

- We can't leave him like that!

- He's screwed.

He's mutating. Get the

hell out of here.

- Now what?

- I don't know.

There's only one

place we can go.

- Where?

- You know perfectly well!

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yes.

Absolutely not.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Like father, like

daughter, clearly.

I won't go.

Stay here and die then. I don't care.

I'm going.

How dare she?

Did you see that? If I

was her father, I'd...

Wait for me! I just

played a match!

Sh*t, I've got cramp. Cramp!

What the hell's going on?

They trashed everything.

Oh sh*t, Gregoire...

Dammit!

Nothing's working.

With all the down, we're

totally isolated.

How do we get word out?

I've no idea.

We're not equipped

for this sh*t.

They're not giving up.

What's going on?

That f***'s eating my

fake leather seats!

That won't blow their heads off.

Nobody's blowing anything off.

We aim for the legs.

We all knoe each other here.

3 have come back.

The big one's all lopsided.

- Help! Open up!

- Go away!

- Don't shoot, I play soccer!

- Caplongue or Paris?

Please, I beg you! Open up!

Please, open the door!

Hi, Dad.

Hello.

- Dad?

- Yep.

Dammit, I knew it!

That's not new, is it?

It's nothing. I can walk.

You're not fit.

What? You're paranoid.

It's nothing. The doc said

just to take it a bit easy.

Finally, you're confiding

in Uncle Marco.

You know,

in London, the

weather is horrible.

Your Mum won't be

able to handle it.

- What is this, Marco?

- It's nothing.

You don't care about me.

You just want your money.

Oh poor you. How much

did you earn this year?

I've been playing

soccer since I was 5.

It's my whole life, you hear?

I think about London every day.

I thought we were pals.

We are, but we don't have

to do everything together.

Don't do this to me.

What the hell?

Thanks.

Idriss Diago! I

don't believe it.

Weird, huh?

- You said your dad was dead.

- Did you?

No. I never said that. She's twisting

my words. She's a journalist.

And I'm his daughter.

A granddaughter?

Yes. I mean no. That's what she says.

I don't remember her Mum.

It's handy for you,

forgetting things.

- He tried to chat me up.

- What?

She's lying! It was her. She

said she was old enough.

I'm 17.

- I didn't know.

- You jerk.

Your Mum's name?

- I got an idea...

- This is family talk.

Carole Pinchon.

Yes, Carole Pinchon.

Slim girl, perky.

Carole Pinchon!

- Straight hair?

- Yes!

- Brunette?

- My Mum's blond.

- Can I just say...

- You can just shut your mouth.

You succeded at something.

I'm a success, dad.

No you're not. Being a soccer

player is not a proper job.

But you, you can

call me grandpa!

- Whoa, there.

- Can I...

You don't to call me grandpa?

- Yes.

- Yes, who?

- yes Grandpa?

- Good.

- Boss?

- Pitt's got an idea.

What is it?

I was thinking about the

CB radio in the car.

I've just had an idea. You

got CB radio in the car?

- Yes.

- Then we've got CB in the car!

Let's go!

No, you stay there. The

women stay inside.

Wow!

Sh*t, I don't believe this.

You didn't die?

Yes, I did.

But I resuscitated.

I'm pleased for you.

And Idriss?

3 days ago, we were

spitting at you on TV.

And that hand-goal against Lorient.

The ref never saw it!

It's not my fault.

No, I think you're cool.

You got a great future.

I'm like you. I live

but I'm from Paris.

I'm not from Paris. I'm

from the Val d'Oise.

Where's that, then?

You go to Cergy-le-Haut on

the A line, then you...

Forget it.

- Is there a way out?

- Of course.

What's that?

It's a cassette.

- They don't exist anymore.

- Yes, they do here.

- What's on it?

- Mainly music.

What's it for?

Trust me.

You're off your head.

He always put me down.

He's just a bit grouchy is all.

He's never come to a single game.

Not one!

That's how he is.

Not human?

What are we doing here?

We wait, in silence.

Good plan.

Chill out!

You don't remember me?

Because we already met.

Yes...

Yes, yes. I was just

thinking that...

- Are you hitting on her?

- Can you stop with the teenage thing?

Thanks.

It was at the party after

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