Will

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I had to squint twice.

I thought I was looking at a ghost.

- How are ya?

- It must be me North Sea tan. I'm good.

You're soaked. Nancy!

Look who's 'ere.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Gareth Brennan.

- Hey. Nance.

- Good to see you.

You too. love.

- How are you?

- Well. Midlands are brave.

- Is that it?

- Yeah. I travel light.

We'll clear it up

for you tomorrow.

Move stuff around if you like.

It's yours now.

Thanks. mate.

Actually. I've been saving for a flat.

Our own place.

Ah. a member of the

land-owning classes.

Next thing you know, you'll be fox hunting

and blowing a trumpet out your arse.

Ain't that the dream?

How's the boy?

Dunno yet.

- You stayed in touch?

- Oh. yeah.

I sent him presents for his

birthday and Christmas.

Got him some posters and

football magazines.

Well. you're here now.

That's what matters.

- Welcome back. mate.

- Thanks. Davey.

Be a pint on the bar

when you're ready.

Did you see the new

images from the Hubble telescope?

No.

They're getting some brilliant

photos of supernovas.

- Super what?

- A supernova.

Never heard of it.

When a star explodes in an incredible

burst of light and energy.

Do you ever think that me and you and the

rest of the lot here are recyclable?

What do you mean?

I dunno like we're coke bottles

to be melted down and turned

into shopping bags or key rings.

Key rings?

Yeah. you know.

Something cheap and rubbish.

Matter can neither be

created nor destroyed.

- That was Einstein's big idea.

- What's he got to do with rubbish?

Well. Einstein taught us that even things

that are rubbish someday turn into stars.

And that eventually those

stars will explode.

Sending streaks of light

across the night sky

and maybe on a faraway planet.

Someone will see our light

shining down from the heavens...

We'll be supernovas...

Steven Gerrard's a supernova.

Isn't he?

He moves like a tornado on fire.

Twisting in all directions at once.

And always has his

eye on the goal.

The ball is the moon

and he is the earth.

And whatever he wishes

his legs make so.

He's a football supernova.

A child is better off

with his parents.

If they fulfil all their responsibilities.

Mr Brennan.

- And I just want to protect Will.

- So do I.

We are the only family that he has

known for the last three years.

If you leave again.

It will devastate him.

When I leave.

My son is coming with me.

Where.

To an oil rig in the North Sea?

Home.

- And where's that now. Mr Brennan?

- Liverpool.

And if you tire of

your parental duties

and return him to us in a week.

A month. a year?

That won't happen.

You left him with

us for three years.

Now. I understand that it was

a difficult time for you.

Difficult time"?

When Tracy died.

It ripped my heart out.

Look...

I know there's no excuse

for what I did to Will.

But the good Lord carried

me through it. Sister.

I just want to be with my son.

"The Eye of God" is

probably the most famous image

the Hubble Telescope

has ever taken.

Of course.

It's not actually God's eye.

Leading astronomers describe it

as "a trillion-milelong

tunnel of glowing gases".

Fart and give us a clue.

But my personal favourite

is Eta Carinae.

One of the biggest

stars in the Milky Way

and five million times more

powerful than our sun.

In Chinese it's called Tseen

She. "Heaven's Altar".

Hello. Will.

What are you doing here?

Is there a law that says a man

can't visit his one and only son?

Will. your father has travelled

a long way to see you.

Yeah.

It's been quite the journey.

My legs need a

little stretching.

Think you could sneak out of class for

an hour and give your old man a tour?

All right.

Great. Let's go.

About the other matter.

Mr Brennan...

Oh. right. Um...

What's all this I hear about you

having a go at one of your mates?

- He stole my football.

- Well. then learn to protect it.

Mr Brennan. Will cannot go

about assaulting others.

No. I completely agree. Sister.

It's offensive and unacceptable.

What did your mother

always tell you?

Will. what did she say?

An eye for an eye and

we'll all be blind.

We're not hooligans.

All right?

Now what do you say

to Sister Carmel?

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

I believe this belongs to you.

- A bit of a Liverpool supporter. eh?

- Yeah.

Well.

We Reds have to stick together.

- Where's the rest of it?

- That's everything.

Is that your desk?

Your mother used to make the

best Christmas pudding.

Do you remember?

Yeah.

Ay. what's this?

- I can draw you a new one.

- You're a real artist. just like your mother.

Ay! King Kenny.

Pure class.

The bigger the game.

The better he played.

- 172 goals for Liverpool.

- Is that right?

Three European Cups.

- When was the double?

- 1986.

Do you know I was

at Stamford Bridge

the year we beat Chelsea to

win the league championship.

- I know.

- I was about your age.

The docks were dying.

Dad was scrambling for work.

But he got a hold of a couple of tickets

and borrowed money for the train.

And for two hours we steed

side by side at the Scouse end

and we watched the match.

And dad was laughing like he used to.

He was singing.

And I was stood there right next to him.

I was like this. you know?

Looking up at him...

And I praying for a Liverpool victory

so Dad's money wouldn't be wasted.

For ninety minutes I asked God

to give Liverpool the win.

You know. for ninety minutes

I prayed and I pleaded.

And do you know what.

I think God heard.

Because the light took

on a funny kind of glow.

And there was King

Kenny Dalglish

waving that magic foot of his and

banging in the winning goal.

Me dad...

he put his arms around me waist

and squeezed me so tight

I never wanted the game to end.

I wanted to stay there.

Live right there.

Feeling that moment forever.

He was crying.

Then I started crying.

Then we were all crying.

Five thousand Reds all

crying and singing

and dancing and

jumping up and down.

Saying. "Come on you red men.

Come on you red men!"

Because we all had our prayers.

With one little

flick of his foot.

Kenny Dalglish...

made it all OK again.

But I'm not Kenny Dalglish.

And I don't have a magic foot to make

everything better just like that.

God. I wish I did.

It's ok dad.

When your...

When Mum died...

I wasn't there for you.

And I'm sorry.

And no scarves or posters

or anything like that

will ever make up for

the time that we lost.

But I'm back on my two feet.

And I'm here...

because I'd like you

and me to start over.

Together.

Ay. you don't have to

give me an answer now.

Take as much time as you need.

I had a dream.

Liverpool, one nil in the semi.

- Onenil? Really?

- With Garcia scoring.

- Not Gerrard?

- Garcia.

- Not Alonso?

- It's Garcia. I know.

Isn't Garcia a bit dodgy?

No. he's class.

Believe in your dreams. do you?

I don't know.

- I guess.

- Yeah?

Come here. son.

- Now you promise me one thing.

- What?

Never let fear get in

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