Gregory's Girl

Where is it?

In the middle. There.

Yeah, I've got it. I've got it.

Look at that.

Calm down.

I can't concentrate.

That is a brassiere.

She's got a brassiere.

Oh, take it off. Take it off.

Transmit.

Tell her to take off her bra.

-Take off your brassiere--

-Concentrate, you bastard!

-Concentrate!

-I was.

Oh, my.

Oh, my God.

I--I--I--I can't breathe.

Oh, Andy, grow up.

I can't see.

God, Eric, where's your camera?

What a picture.

What a photograph.

I could make a fortune

with a photograph like that.

What a doll. What a doll.

That was terrific.

Superb.

What are we doing

tomorrow night?

-Coming back.

-Coming back.

Right.

We could bring sandwiches.

A lot of fuss

over a bit of tit, eh?

-Hey, look. The knickers.

-Oh, yeah.

Ah, thanks. G'day.

Next game, OK?

See you, Gregory.

Terrible game, eh?

Bad. Very bad.

Yeah. You've got to laugh.

And what've you got

to laugh about?

Us.

Football

is all about entertainment.

We give them a good laugh.

It's only a game.

It's only a game?

It's only eight games.

Eight games in a row

you've lost.

Can't lose 'em all.

You push us really hard.

No mercy, lots of discipline.

Get tough.

We need goals.

It's your job to get them,

and you don't.

Well, nobody's perfect.

It's a tricky time for me.

Doing a lot of growing.

It slows you down.

Five inches this year.

Remember last year?

I was way down here.

Are you growing a mustache?

I want to make some changes.

Good idea.

It'll make you look older.

In the team. I want to make

some changes in the team.

Mmm, you're the boss.

I want to try out

some other people.

Switch the team around.

Take some people out.

I was going to take you out.

Oh, you don't want to do that.

-Yes, I do.

-You don't.

I do.

You don't.

Well, what about Andy?

He's not even started

growing yet.

He's gonna be real trouble.

-I'll tell him.

-I'll tell him.

A week's trial as goalie

for you, then I'll decide.

Got a jersey my size?

Andy's a lot smaller--

Never mind about the jersey.

A week's trial, then I decide.

You're the boss.

Who's taking over my position?

I want to try out

some new people.

You won't regret this.

OK, so Phil Menzies is daft.

He's daft enough maybe

to throw you out of the team.

I'm not saying he will fling

you out. No, I didn't say that.

But he's daft.

He's daft enough to do it.

Look, I'll tell you what.

Tell you what.

If--Just supposing...

Phil Menzies is daft enough

to throw you out of the team...

Well, I'll resign.

Really?

Yeah, well, when I say,

"resign..."

what I'm getting at,

what it boils down to...

what I'm trying

to say really is...

I'll resign myself...

to making a decision

if it happens.

I'm not saying that it will.

It might, but it won't.

Well, I'll see you later,

Gregory, OK?

Where are you going?

Well, I just want to stay here

a wee bit longer...

and watch the traffic.

I like looking

at the big trucks.

Do you know that at least

twelve tons of cornflakes...

passes under here every day?

-Really?

-It's a well-known fact.

Ha. Gee, is it?

Never knew that.

-I'll see you later.

-Yeah. See you.

Had that dream again last night.

Oh, it was terrific.

-Hello, darlin'.

-Oh, hey there, darlin'.

Daddy!

Two advantages

about learning to drive...

in this new town environment...

very obvious ones--

up into third gear--

the absence of traffic lights...

total absence

of stray pedestrians.

But you must remember

in other towns...

things won't be so controlled.

Mirror and brake!

That's the way.

Relaxed position.

Brake!

That's the way.

Come here, you.

Was that an emergency stop?

Emergency stop--

unsimulated, yes.

Hi, Mike.

Call me dad, Gregory,

or pop or something.

It makes me feel better

when you call me dad or father.

Listen, I won't take up

any more of your time.

I know what it's like

driving under instruction.

That was my first

emergency stop, by the way.

Was it?

Well, that was really good.

Really good, that. OK?

Stay, Gregory.

I'm sure Mr. Clark

would like a minute...

to collect his thoughts, anyway.

My name's Anderson.

Uh, what's the score?

Are you going to school late

or coming home early?

Hand brake in neutral,

Mr. Clark.

-How are you, anyway?

-Oh, fine.

We're all very well.

You remember your mother?

Yeah, I remember mum.

She was asking after you

just the other day.

I told her we met briefly

in the hallway last Thursday...

and you looked fine.

Listen, I've got an idea.

Why don't we meet up

later in the week for breakfast?

Say, 8:
00 in the kitchen?

-Friday?

-Yeah.

-Yeah. Sounds fine, yeah.

-It's a date, then.

Ignition, mirror, signal, gear,

Mr. Clark.

And we'll start

the driving lessons...

when you've mastered

the walking bit, OK?

Every bloody morning.

He's mad.

He should be locked up.

Any tea?

He must think he's invisible.

Stupid bastard.

Who is it?

It's that daft boy

in fourth year.

The one

that's on your football team.

I heard they were awarded

a free kick last week...

and took a lap of honor.

Oh, him.

His days are numbered.

After next week,

he's out, kaput, finished.

I'm going to get some new blood

on the team. Big changes.

Yeah. Have a sponge cake.

New regime. I'm signing on

a new striker this morning.

Uh, who made these?

Oh, relax.

It was Sandra and Alison, 3-A.

Very nice girls. Very clean.

Oh, Sandra and Alison, eh?

Very nice girls, eh, Alistair?

Still gettin' the poems

from June as well, eh?

You'll get put away.

-I like your mustache.

-Does it show already?

I've only been growing it

two days. Thanks a lot.

It's really nice.

Makes you look very grown up.

-Thanks.

-Very, very mature.

Yeah, right. I mean, you look

at least fifteen already.

Well, I've got to scram.

I've got an important morning

this morning.

One place on the team

for the best striker.

I've organized a trial...

to see what they're like

under pressure.

Well, I'll see you later.

Are you still getting

those poems from Jean?

Oh, come on.

You know it's not right to ask

those sort of questions.

We are dealing with the emotions

of a vulnerable...

sensitive

sixteen-year-old redhead.

I may have some news for you

by lunchtime, Sonny.

I'll keep you posted.

Right. You all know

what I'm looking for--

a goal scorer.

That requires two basic skills--

ball control,

shooting accuracy...

and the ability

to read the game.

Three things--so...

this trial will allow me

to assess these two--

three basic aspects

of your skills, right?

What's the idea

of the sneakers, boy?

Have you no boots?

I'll get some

if I get on the team.

Oh, that's a dead loss, son.

Go and get changed.

We play in real boots in

this school from the word "go."

Right. Basic ball control.

Trotting with the ball

at your feet, 50 yards and back.

Two lines. Come on, go!

Both sides of the foot now.

Come on.

I want to see complete control!

Come on, faster now!

Come on!

A little bit more pace.

Anybody can walk with the ball.

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