One Night in Istanbul (2014) - full transcript

[FOOTBALL CROWD CHEERS]

COMMENTATOR: One or two of
the youngsters on The Kop

will have had to
hear all about it

from their fathers and grandfathers, the good old days.

Well, they're back.

TOMMY: In the streets
where I live,

football is like a religion.

The managers are gods,
the players the disciples,

and the European Cup,
the holy grail.

What about the followers?

What about their sacrifices
and their dreams?



What about the twelfth man?

[FOOTBALL CROWD CHEERS]

COMMENTATOR: The time has come for Liverpool

to play in yet another
European Cup final.

Rome, Wembley, Paris, and now Istanbul, May 25th, it's a date.

[CLINKS]

♪ Hey, Mr Dreamseller,
where have you been? ♪

♪ Tell me have you
dreams I can see? ♪

Come here! Hey.

Last game of the season,
and then--

We've been through all this.

-Down! Booom!
-No.

Hello? We're skint.

The only place we're gonna be
watching the Cup Final



is down the pub.

I know, I know.
We can dream, we can dream.

Come on,
our Jamie's coming today.

GERRY: To the match, your Jamie?
He never comes.

TOMMY: He said he would,
he promised.

♪ I promise I'll be there...

Jamie?

Jamie?

♪ ...to share... ♪

Jamie?

Come here, lad.
What about the match?

[CROWD CHATTERS]

[EXHALES]

What is it with that kid?

First Kelly to miss
home games like this.

He should be
busking for money for Istanbul.

More chance of finding
Gerry Adams in a Rangers kit.

GERRY: Come on, let's get in.

TOMMY: Hang on, lads, my scarf.

Thanks, mate.

Come and get your programme. Five pounds for your programme.

Get your programme.

Programme, programme.
Come and get your programme.

Gerry, I saw this old fella.
He looked just like my granddad.

Shush, Tommy,
the team's coming on.

[WILD CHEERING]

[ALL CHANT]
We love you, Liverpool, we do!

We love you, Liverpool, we do!

TOMMY: When I was a kid, he was choir master to The Kop.

He taught me that when the chips
are down,

you sing your heart out.

[ALL CHANT]
Liverpool, Liverpool,

Liverpool!

Our Jamie thinks I'm a muppet.

[SIGHS] I failed him cos
I never made it as a musician.

I mean, I was never even really
that good.

-It's true.
-True.

-True.
-True.

J!

-Sorry, Dad,
I've been rehearsing.

-I've got a gig.
-Gig?

That's great. Your music's
really taking off for you.

Yeah, it's going good.
I'll catch you later, yeah?

-MAN: Give us a song, Tommy.
-Yeah, yeah,

save it for Istanbul.

-MAN: Bring your earplugs, lads.
-[MEN LAUGH]

Istanbul?

-I mean I'd love to go.
-Would you?

Yeah, the Bosphorus,
the Blue Mosque,

home of the Ottoman Empire.

The birthplace of the kebab.

-Are you two going?
-Yeah.

Yeah, we're going.
Of course we're going.

-Are we?
-Yes, we are.

Your Joe will be made up.

Yeah, I think he will, yeah.

So, er,
do you wanna come, Jamie?

What, for real?

Are you really going?

Yeah. That'd be great, yeah.

Great. Look, I'll get the
beers in, you get the table,

tell me everything you know
about Istanbul.

Lads?

He's coming.

What the hell
are you playing at?

I've got a genius plan.

Genius plan?

-Where do you get money from?
-Cashpoint?

-When you haven't got any.
-Rob a bank?

-Good idea, but no.
-What then?

Tony "The Bomb" Fitz.

-Tony the loan shark?
-Correct.

Who kills people
if they don't pay up?

-Bingo.
-Who me and you

-still owe money to?
-That's the fella.

-What's genius about that?
-Element of surprise.

He'd never be expecting us
to ask for more.

You'd have to be
a right numpty to do that.

Oh.

-Istanbul here we come.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whatever you do,
don't mention Istanbul.

He hates football.
He'll have our cabs.

My lips are sealed, Tommy.

Look who is it.
Tom and bleedin' Gerry.

Cut to the chase.

Yous two owe me money -
and now you're begging for more.

Tony, come on,
it's only two weeks,

just so we can get to Istanbul.

Did you just...
Did he just say Istanbul?

-I don't think he did.
-I think he did.

-I don't think he did.
-I think he did.

-Did you just say Istanbul?
-I don't think I did.

He doesn't think he did.

Get outside!

I told you not to
mention Istanbul.

-I know.
-"My lips are sealed." Get out.

[CAR HORN]

-Oi!
-He's coming, he's coming.

No more Istanbul,
no phoney excuses,

no part-payments,

and no treating me
like John Gotti's blow-up doll.

Like Tony Soprano.

[GUITAR STRINGS TWANG]

You've got two weeks, tops,
or them cabs are mine.

Comprende?Eh?

It's the end of the road, Tommy.

And we're taxi drivers,
so what do we do?

-Have another brew?
-No.

We make a U-turn and we sell
Tony the devil's trinkets.

No way. They stay hidden.
We're gonna get arrested.

That's a chance we have to take.
Look, we owe our sons.

Tony is not gonna
take 'em off us, is he?

True. But he might take 'em off
my Carmella.

GERRY: But can you trust her?

TOMMY: With three ex-wives who all left me for footballers,

no.

-Hi, Carmella.
-Hiya, Robbie.

-Got a football for you.
-Thanks.

-For charity.
-I appreciate it.

-The kids will be made up.
-Good.

-Wanna come in for a coffee?
-I'd love to but,

-I've heard what you're like.
-Don't be silly, you're a flirt.

-I'd better go.
-Give us a kiss. See you later.

-See you later.
-OK. I'll see you later, bye.

-See you later.
-Bye.

-Don't be a stranger.
-Any time.

OK. Bye.

GERRY: So our lives
are in the hands of Carmella?

More importantly, she's our
last chance to get to Istanbul.

[CAR ENGINE RATTLES]

Alright, Rushie, alright, Dixie?

Tommy, why don't you ever
call us our real names?

Like Dixie Dean and Ian Rush,

you'll be famous
footballers one day.

All they ever talk
about round here is you.

I'd love to be thatfamous.

Me? What do they all
talk about, like?

About players
shagging your missus.

[CHILDREN GIGGLE]

Tommy, come on,
I'm gonna be late.

Tony's short-staffed. He said he
needs a barmaid with experience.

I'll bet he does.

[BLOWS]

Buried treasure.

The real McCoy.

The devil's trinkets.

Which makes you, my love,
the perfect girl to sell them.

[SALSA MUSIC PLAYING]

That birthmark on your arse,

it looks like Spain.

Tommy says it
reminds him of Xabi Alonso.

All it reminds me of
is where we'll live

when I've got enough dough.

Do you wanna make
some real money?

Sell these.

-What are they?
-Hitler's cufflinks.

-Hitler's cufflinks?
-Hitler's bleedin' cufflinks.

[PULLS HANDBRAKE]

TONY: Hurry up, will ya?

No, no, no, no, no.
You wait outside.

-You wait outside.
-[SHOP BELL TINKLES]

-See you in a minute.
-[EXHALES]

What do you reckon, Abe?

Come on, are they real or what?

[WAGNER: "RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES"
PLAYS IN BACKGROUND]

How much? Come on.

Three-hundred K.

-Three-hundred K?
-Yes, three-hundred K.

Why the face?

Alright, alright.

For God's sake.

Well, go on then, how much?

-Thirty K.
-Ohh, you're joking?

-No, I'm not.
-[LAUGHS]

And, he's got a buyer

-in Istanbul.
-Oh, right.

Yeah, so we'll use Dumb and
Dumberas a courier service

to lever a small fortune
for myself and...

Me?

Correct, Carmella, correct.

Puerto Banus here we come.

I just love my life.

Unlucky in love times four.

GRANDDAD: Don't worry, Tommy,

look to the fives, lad,
look to the fives.

If you ever lose your faith,

look for me

and I'll be there.

[STARTS ENGINE]

[BIRD CALLS]

TONY: So my two clowns
will bring the cufflinks,

just give them the
tickets in exchange,

but listen to me, Altan.

Take no baloney from Tommy.
He can be really cheeky.

Hmm.

To pay them a pittance
for treasure worth 300K plus,

that is Jennifer Lopez's
bum cheeky.

I'll have the tickets ready.

Tell them to look for
a very handsome Alan Hansen.

I'll be wearing a fez in honor
of our time in a Frankfurt jail.

The less said about
a Frankfurt jail, the better.

You just make sure
you tell the buyer

to be ready with the money.

ALTAN: That's not how it works.

The buyer won't get
his hands dirty.

A pair of psychopaths
owe him a big favor.

They're getting the money.

Who knows where it comes from.

Naughty boys.

-Are you sure about this, Altan? -Don't worry Tony, they're pros.

[POLICE SIREN ON]

[SHOUT IN TURKISH]

-So where are they, Altan?
-[LAUGHS]

Who can say? Held up somewhere.

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

So you call me as soon
as the deal goes through.

Your wish is my command, boss.

I'll always remember
our saying that.

"There's only
one Tony who fits."

I told you not to mention that. We'll talk later.

[BEEPS]

Mwah.

[CLICK]

[DISTANT SIRENS]

100 percent the Fuhrer's.

Lay it on me. How did a pair
of plant pots like you two

-get hold of these?
-I'd rather not, Tony.

Loose lips sink ships
and all that.

That's correct, Thomas.

How come you know
so much about the Fuhrer?

Well, Gerald, I've studied
all the wise leaders, me.

-TOMMY: Oh, yeah? Like who?
-Al Capone,

Hitler,

Mussolini,

Carlo Gambino.

-Who?
-I'll tell you later.

On the morning of the game,
give the cufflinks to my contact

-and he'll give you two tickets.
-Two?

-I thought we agreed four?
-Our sons.

Hang on a minute, what do you
think I am, a bleedin' charity?

Have a look in the envelopes.

-Ah, it's £500 in each.
-Spends, a generous offer,

I'm sure you'll agree.

Knock yourselves out.

[TURKISH TRADITIONAL MUSIC]

TOMMY: One night in Istanbul, lads. All our troubles are over.

Ooh!

GERRY: Tommy,
you seem fetched up.

Pass Hotel, Taksim Square.
We wanna go to Taksim Square.

-Ass Hol.
-Pass.

-Ass Hol.
-What?

[TRADITIONAL TURKISH MUSIC]

Look at those boats, mate.

GERRY: The red one,
get the red one.

[HORN SOUNDS]

[ALL CHEERING]

TOMMY: How far to the hotel?

I don't think he
speaks English, Dad.

-DRIVER: Turkish.
-GERRY: What?

TOMMY: How... far...
to the hotel?!

DRIVER: Turkish, Turkish.

GERRY: He says
he wants a quiche.

Wow, look at the size
of that train station.

TOMMY: It's a mosque.

Wow, this looks amazing.

Do you know where
I can get a kaftan?

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

[OVER TV CROWD CHEERS]

[POLICE SIREN APPROACHES]

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

[CAR TIRES SCREECH]

[BURSTS OVER POLICE RADIO]

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

[DOOR BURSTS OPEN]

[POLICE SHOUT IN TURKISH]

-Whey!
-[HORN TOOTS]

Here we are, lads, look at this.
Thanks, mate, enjoy your quiche.

Bag duty volunteer,
step forward.

What?

Mumma. Hey, we've come
to the right place, boys.

Excuse me, love? Erm...

-Yes?
-Room Five?

It's Kelly,
party of three for two nights.

-Sure, it's right there.
-Damn, my toe!

-Bloody hell.
-Sorry.

Hey, lads,
check the Keegan perm on her.

Why did you mention him?

I told you he reminds me
of wife number two.

Anyway, I think that
she's a bit fit.

What, Keegan in a frock?

You haven't got a clue with
those National Health glasses.

Hey, these eyes see
nothing but English girls, mate.

That's why you
married so young.

-What?
-You married

-the first one you saw.
-[LAUGHS]

Hold on, that's my mum
you're talking about.

Sorry about that. Get the bag,
we haven't got all day.

Thank you.

You're dragging your feet,
Gerry. Get in there.

Ohh. There we go.

Hey, it looks alright, this.

JOE: Maybe for a sauna.
This place is a dump.

Joe, shut it. Excuse me, love?

Erm, Taksim Square,
it's a bit quiet.

Do you know where we
can go and get a bevy?

Come on, guys.

[MEN CHANTING DRUNKENLY]

-It's the twelfth man.
-It's Jabba the Hutt and Chewie.

-Chewie!
-[ALL CHEER]

Come on,
let's get down to the party.

Hey, look,
I'm coming for you, lad.

♪ We're on our way to Turkey, it's Elvis Presley's birthday ♪

♪ We're all dance there,
in Taksim Square! ♪

♪ Let's all go to Turkey, it's Elvis Presley's birthday ♪

♪ We'll all dance there...

Hey, listen, love,
somebody's left this.

Oh, thank you.

-JOE: Come on, Tommy.
-Come on.

You can clean up tomorrow.

-Let's go.
-Hey, you, with me, come on.

Hey-hey!

♪ We're on our way to Turkey, it's Elvis Presley's birthday ♪

♪ We'll all dance there,
in Taksim Square ♪

♪ We're on our way
to Turkey... ♪

[FIZZES]

[METALLIC SQUEAK]

What a shithole.

I was better off in the bag.

I want a big, fat, juicy kebab.

A big, fat, juicy one,
where can we get one?

This way?
There's more on that side.

Hey-hey-hey!

Hey!

There's some more here, lads.

Mmm...

[MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY]

[MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY]

[PHONE RINGS]

-I've found them.
-[MAN SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

[BOTH SPEAK IN TURKISH]

Leyla!

Thank you.

[CROWD CHANTS]

Right, lads,
any trouble with a capital "T",

you text the magic words.

-ALL: Yoko Ono.
-Yeah, we know.

-Who's the extra beer for, Dad?
-To number five, lads.

[CHINK]

Hey, your wishes
are bellisimo,yes?

But, the other team
will be different.

Oh, a fifth win tomorrow
and we'll keep the cup.

Liverpool are history.

Now Milan is
the greatest team in the world.

-Hey, hey.
-[CHINK]

One word. Steven Gerrard.

-That's two words, Dad.
-What?

Yes, Gerrard has heart.

But, tomorrow,
when we will lift the cup,

Gerrard will join Milan.

Tommy,
are you gonna stand for this?

His position,

polishing lady in
the trophy room.

Ooh.

That's bang out of order,
that, lad.

♪ Outside the Shankly gates

BOTH:
♪ I hear the cup a-callin'

♪ Shankly day,
I've taken you away ♪

♪ But you left the great eleven just before you went to heaven ♪

♪ Now there's glory round
the fields of Anfield Road ♪

ALL: ♪ All around

♪ The fields of
Anfield Road... ♪

See what he could've done with
his talent if he'd wanted to.

-He's doing it right now.
-[MEN CHEER]

♪ All round the fields
of Anfield Road ♪

♪ Where once we watched the
king, Kenny, play ♪

ALL: ♪ And could he play!

♪ Stevie Highway on the wing

♪ We had dreams
of the songs to sing ♪

♪ Of the glory round the
fields of Anfield Road ♪

-ALL: Hey!
-[WHISTLING AND CHEERING]

[DING! DING! DING!]

[CROWD CHANTING]

[DOOR OPENS]

-[BOTTLES RATTLE]
-Lovely Turkish beer.

Hey! Shit!

You... Phoar...

You frightened
the life out of me.

My boss would kill me
if he saw me here.

He'd kill you?

So you went to all this trouble
just for me?

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

I didn't get that.

I said... you're
a handsome man, Tommy.

Cheers. I haven't
had nooky for a year

and there's you
flashing your Istanbullets.

-What did you say?
-I said, um...

I said you're a
gorgeous woman, Leyla.

[GIGGLES]

Tommy,
Istanbul ladies have a saying.

If a handsome ship is sailing
down the Bosphorus Sea,

you should
jump that ship if it docks.

Jump?

Yes.

-And I'm that ship?
-[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

This Turkish lingo's
dead romantic.

GERRY: Tommy!

Tommy!

We want some ale, man!

Thank you!

Whey! Come down!

-What if I come back later?
-No, no, no. Sit down, sit down,

it's fine. Erm...

Yeah, maybe you're right.
What about two o'clock tomorrow?

[ALL WHOOP AND CHEER]

See you tomorrow at two?

We'll see you tomorrow.

[SIGHS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[CROWD CHANTING]

I could just eat dinosaurs.

Hey, where do you think
you're going? What...

-Come on, let's go.
-Hang on.

What's all that about?

Tommy, I'm worried about
the lads out there on their own.

The codeword is Yoko Ono,
so don't worry.

And anyway, they're good lads.
They're not like we used to be.

[TURKISH MUSIC PLAYS]

[COUGHS]

They're probably
at the Blue Mosque,

praying for a win.

[TURKISH MUSIC PLAYS]

In our streets,
the only thing that's

ever allowed us
to dream is football.

And now,
our sons are starting to dream.

-[BLEATS]
-[BURPS]

♪ People around every corner

♪ They seem to smile and say

♪ Are you going to Istanbul

♪ To see Liverpool play?

♪ Soon I can send you to stay

♪ Here

♪ I always will stay

♪ So ferry 'cross the Mersey

♪ Cos this land's
the place I love ♪

♪ And here I'll stay

♪ Here I'll stay...

Take that out.

Thank you.
See, someone appreciates that.

GERRY: He's probably
from Ormskirk.

[FOGHORN]

[LOUD SNORING]

[COUGHS]

[BOTH LAUGH DRUNKENLY]

What are you doing?

Oh, I feel well 'ard.

Waaay!

-Ooh.
-[SNORES]

How the hell
are we gonna sleep next to that?

They sound like two jet skis
going down the Mersey.

Come on, you smelly bastard.

Ohh!

-One...
-[MUMBLES]

He's, er, sleepwalking.

He sleepwalks? In crusty undies?
As Elvis?

♪ Uh-huh-huh♪

-Weird.
-Watch this, lad.

-[ECHOES] Attention!
-I love you, Sarge!

[LAUGHS] He used to be
an army despatch rider.

In his mind he's Steve McQueen.

Private Edwards, on your bike
and back to your pump class!

-On the double!
-Right.

Vroom... Vroom....

Vrrrrooom...

Vrooooooom...

[GRUNTS]

-[SNORES]
-Go on, lad.

Private Edwards!

Agh! On the double, Sarge.

Tommy,
Elvis pinched my motorbike.

Has he been sleepwalking again?

It's handcuffing to the bed
you need.

You and those
piss-stained underpants.

Hey, they are
not piss-stained underpants.

They're my lucky pants, son.

And one day they'll be yours.

I wore them at our last four
Cup Final victories,

and they're not coming off
until Stevie G lifts the trophy.

♪ ["LAND OF HOPE
AND GLORY" PLAYS] ♪

Undies?

-ALL: Undies.
-Come here.

-Get 'em!
-Hey! Hey!

-Dad, pin him down.
-Get them off. Get them down.

These are my lucky pants.
You'll regret it.

You could park a
Harley-Davidson in that.

Look, there are

-powerful forces here.
-Look at that. They're wet!

[DISTANT CHANTING]

[LOUD CHEERING AND CHANTING]

[PUFFS AND RATTLES]

We're never gonna get back to
sleep with that racket, Gerry.

Hey, Mr Electrician, I've got
a screwdriver to fix that thing.

[CLUNKING]

Hey, lads, have you seen this?

What's a bag doing in there?

Are those stockings?

-Shit.
-What?

Tommy, there's euros.

Euros and American dollars.

Look, thousands of them, man.

Oh.

-For...
-[LAUGHS]

[ALL WHOOPING]

We're rich, we're rich!

We're rich!

[BOYS SINGING]

Oi!

It's the final tomorrow,
I'm trying to get some sleep!

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[SILENCE]

[STIFLED LAUGHTER]

-[ALL LAUGH]
-Did you see his face?

Cheers, son.

-Here you are, what's this?
-[CLATTERS]

Whoa...

[EXHALES] Right.

Whoever's this is,

they're not gonna be happy
when they find it's gone.

What do you wanna do?

Take it or leave it?

Dad?

Let's take it.

Right.

Gerry, it feels like
all our days in Europe

are geared towards this moment.

By the time we
clean this dump up,

we'll be flying home with Big
Ears strapped to the roof rack.

Dad.

Are you sure we're not gonna
need my lucky pants?

Oh, shut it, Dad.

That's gonna be blowing
brown smoke for a year.

Jamie, wedge the door.

[RATTLES]

[DISTANT POLICE SIREN]

Come on.

[DOG BARKS]

Meow!

-Dad, where are we going?
-Anywhere but here.

Shh-shh, listen.

[DISTANT SINGING]

Hello? Who's up there?

GERRY: I don't like this, Tommy.

Hello?

What is it, Joe?

[MEN CHEERING]

[SIGHS]

There's fans from
all over the world up here.

[CHEERING]

♪ [PLAYS TUNE:
"A HORSE WITH NO NAME"] ♪

Look at them two,
in their element.

The great Bill Shankly.

Yeah, I met him when I was
a kid, outside the grounds.

Clipped me round my ear
and told me get home for my tea.

That's nothing, like.

My three ex-wives
all left me for footballers.

-Oh, my god.
-[ALL LAUGH]

Remind you of anything?

Yeah, Rome, '77.

The Trevi Fountain, the
Colosseum, the Spanish Steps.

-Wow. You were really there?
-Yeah, man, we were there.

Hey, where did we sleep?

BOTH: Under the stars in Rome.

In London, '78. Paris, '82,
and Rome again in '84,

and now, look, big,
beautiful Istanbul.

-Shall we play the song, Gerry?
-I think we should, Tommy.

♪ Oh, Istanbul

♪ Is wonderful

ALL:
♪ Oh, Istanbul is wonderful

♪ It's full of Turks, kebabs
and Scousers ♪

♪ Oh, Istanbul is wonderful

♪ Istanbul!

[BLEATING]

[COWBELLS JANGLE]

[CALL TO PRAYER]

[BOTH SNORE]

Joey?

-Joe, get up.
-What?

[DOG BARKS]

Look at that, man.

It's amazing.

We made it, lad.

Vroom! Vrooooom!

Vrrrrooom!

Ah, not again.

Vrrrrrooooom...

Dad!

Private Edwards
reporting for duty, Sir!

Where's the money?!
Where's the money?!

Dad, Dad, it's here.

Just chill.

That's alright, then.

♪ ["A HORSE WITH NO NAME"]

TOMMY: To the cup tonight, lads.
May the best team win.

So long as they're
wearing red, cheers.

Come on, the reds.

-What are these, by the way?
-These?

When you look back
on '81, Tommy.

At the '81 semi-final in Munich,
Gerry was still a virgin.

So the Star Warsgang chipped
in for a brass, a prossie?

He was about to do the deed,
he's a bit drunk--

Alright, alright,
I'll tell 'em.

You tell it.

-I'll tell 'em, alright?
-Go on, then.

Well, it was dark, right, and
she put the condom on for me.

And we almost did it, OK?

A prostitute, Dad? And you're
telling me you "almost" did it?

-You're disgusting.
-He means cos of the drink,

-the old brewer's droop.
-Does he shite.

It means cos he started
sobering up and realized

he was banging against
a huge set of town halls.

Oh, what?

-My own dad with--
-A German tranny.

Who was a dead ringer
of Prince Charles.

It wasn't exactly
Prince Charles--

Shh, Dad.

-Where did they come into this?
-We dared him to cross the road

to Munich Museum,
take Hitler's cufflinks,

otherwise I'd tell the world.

-You blackmailed him?
-Definitely bl--

-Shh.
-Didn't think he'd do it.

He told the lads he
couldn't find them,

-we've owned them since.
-Where were they?

Under the floorboards
in your room.

I've been sleeping on a
Nazi time bomb?

One that's paid our debts and
got us two tickets to the final,

which we're picking up today.

So there's a thousand dollars
each, to look for tickets.

Gonna meet outside the stadium
at five o'clock pronto.

-Are we all clear on that?
-Yes, Sarge.

You bastard.

[BIRD CALLS]

[EXHALES]

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

Hey!

-Huh!
-Sorry, mate.

Gerry, this place is a maze.
We'll never find the fence.

Tony said to look
for Alan Hansen.

Alan Hansen? Alan Hansen...

Alan...

...Hansen?

Tommy. Gerry.

Altan?

Come on inside.

Check the tickets if you like.

Whoa, whoa. Er...
You've got some nice TVs here.

Brand spanking new.

My last stock was stolen.

Take one.

Um... No, not really.
I'm OK, thanks.

Um...

These, um... These work?

Ask Tony FitzGerald.

We shared a cell together
in a Frankfurt jail. Whoo.

Or, spend the afternoon with me,
my friend.

I can show you.

Who, me?

You,

big boy.

Let's go.

There. I think you
need these, yeah?

Me? Tommy Kelly?

-You've gotta be joking.
-Relax.

Tony told me about
your little problem.

Three ex-wives tells a story.

This is Tommy.

Ah, ah, ah...

Ehh, ehh, ehh... Ooooooh!

This is Altan.

Tommy.

Altan.

Oooh...

Yeah.

Ah. Yeah.

Uh... Yeah.
Uh... Yeah!

Let's go.

[CHUCKLES]

I feel dirty. I feel like
I've been molested or something.

I know just the place, come on.

Bye-bye.

You don't know
where you're going, do you?

Erm, no.

Great.

Hey, is it a brothel?

It's better than that.

[TRADITIONAL TURKISH MUSIC]

[RUNNING WATER]

This is like Liverpool's
team bath in the '80s.

There's Souness.

-McDermott.
-Yeah,

I don't remember Magnum PI
being on the scene.

Or Freddie Mercury.

Jesus and Mary, agh!

Aargh! Ooh!

[ECHOES]
Aaaaaaargh!

So this is how many?

Alright, mates,

we believe you've got
two tickets for the Ataturk?

Huh. Barry Manilow?

What's that about?

You said
you need tickets, right?

-Come on.
-Barry Manilow?

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

[CLEARS THROAT]

The lads have had
no luck with the tickets,

they're on their way
to the stadium now.

Do you know what,
I'm proud, Gerry.

They're finding their own way,
like we did.

Yeah, you didn't have to mention
the German tranny, did ya?

Stop worrying, Gerry,
it's 20 years since the tranny.

Now, right, look,
"The Bomb" is getting paid,

your gambling debts
are getting paid,

Joseph and Jamie
are getting paid,

I'm getting paid,
and fifth and finally,

the Reds are gonna get paid

when they lift that
fifth European Cup.

Don't you see? It's all in
the fives, it's destiny.

BOTH: It's written in the stars.

Yeah, well, I hope
you're right about that.

Have I ever let you down?

Fair enough.

Tommy?

Tommy?

[DOOR HANDLE RATTLES]

[LOUD RATTLING]

You alright, love?
What are you doing?

Why don't you come
in my mate's room,

bring that bottle of champers?

-No.
-Come on.

[WOLF-WHISTLES]

[PHONE RINGS]

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

How much to the station?
Not the station, the stadium.

[ARGUING IN TURKISH]

What's your game,
pushing a woman?

[GASPS]

Calm down,
what are you playing at?

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

Are you alright, Leyla? You OK?

Er... I'm...

We were supposed to meet at
two o'clock. I searched for you.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.

Look, we'll go for that drink
now. I mean at the hotel.

I cannot go straight
into the hotel with you.

Well, you go in the front,
I'll go round the back.

-OK.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-I'll see you in Room Five.

Right.

You go ahead, there's
something I've got to do.

-Are you alright?
-Yeah, yeah, all good.

-Two hours, tops.
-Are you sure you're alright?

Yeah, yeah,
everything's good, get in.

-You're gonna miss the game.
-It's alright, mate.

Steer clear of the hotel.
Steer clear.

[EXHALES]

Psst! Psst!

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

Come on.

[SNIFFS]

[SPRAYS]

Haaaar! Hoo!

[CLUNKS]

♪ [OVER RADIO:
TRADITIONAL MUSIC] ♪

♪ [CHANGES CHANNEL:
DANCE MUSIC] ♪

♪ [CHANGES CHANNEL:
ROMANTIC MUSIC] ♪

[SPRINGS SQUEAK]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Leyla, come in.

Why was that guy hassling you?

Your friends...
will not interrupt us?

I'm all yours
for the next two hours.

Huh...

Wow.

So, I'm only worth two hours?

Come on,
it is a European Cup Final.

[CHUCKLES]

Tommy, I'm only teasing you.

Well, keep it up,
cos you're doing a great job.

[FIZZES]

To celebrate new friends.

And also Liverpool
winning the cup.

A double celebration.

-I'll drink to that.
-[CHINK]

[GULPS]

-[GIGGLES]
-What?

-Nothing.
-[CHINK]

-[GIGGLES]
-What?

[CHINKS]

-[GIGGLES]
-[CHINK]

[CHINK]

[CHINK]

[CHINK]

♪ [SULTRY TURKISH MUSIC]

♪ [CHAMPIONS LEAGUE MUSIC]

♪ [SULTRY TURKISH MUSIC]

♪ [CHAMPIONS LEAGUE MUSIC]

♪ [SULTRY TURKISH MUSIC]

♪ [CHAMPIONS LEAGUE MUSIC]

♪ [SULTRY TURKISH MUSIC]

-One thing, Leyla.
-What?

You don't fancy
any footballers do you?

No.

Thank God for that.

♪ [CHAMPIONS LEAGUE MUSIC]

[FOOTBALL CROWD ROARS]

[DISTANT DOG BARKS]

[CROWD CHANTS]

♪ [DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[CROWD ROARS]

[TURNSTILES CREAK]

Spare tickets, come on.
Spare tickets!

-I know you!
-Touting for spares.

We're not gonna get in, man.

I'm having an
absolute nightmare.

You like to buy tickets?

Listen,
let me deal with this, alright?

-This goes--
-Give you $400 for them both.

-800.
-[LAUGHS] 800--

-Just give him the dollars.
-$800?

We're not planning on
going to the States, are we?

-Alright.
-We're going in!

Police! You come.
You come this way.

-Come, come, come.
-You two, this way.

-But the game's about to start.
-Easy! Joe?

What have I done?
Eh, don't break that camera!

[LOUD CHEERING AND WHISTLING]

Got some Turk
for Tommy's collection.

-He should be here by now.
-Well, he will be here.

Marilyn Monroe couldn't
keep him away from all this.

[DIAL TONE]

[VIBRATES AND RINGS]

[VOICEMAIL] Hola. You got through to Xabi Alonso.

Leave message
for my amigo Tommy.

-[SNORING]
-[PHONE BEEPS]

[METALLIC RATTLE]

[RETCHES]

[SNORES]

[CROWD SHOUTING AND CHEERING]

COMMENTATOR: This is
how it should be.

Two of the greatest names
in European Cup history

contesting the showpiece final

at the end of another
Champions League season.

-[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]
-Where's my dad?

Be quiet!

[REFEREE'S WHISTLE BLOWS]

COMMENTATOR: Seedorf.

Pirlo.

Leyla. What did we get up to?

[PHONE RINGS]

The match!
It's nearly half-time!

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

Hang on, what's going on here?

Why do you pretend
you don't know?

I thought I was your ship.

Who would care for a man
who wears pants like these?

They're not mine,
they're Gerry's!

How could a beautiful
woman like you

just throw your life
away like this?

Because I have no choice.

Then I'll give you a choice.

Start again.

With me.

Come to Liverpool.

It's just like Istanbul
but the kebabs aren't as good.

And Leyla, whilst
you're thinking about that,

can you please move
out of the way of the TV?

COMMENTATOR: Great challenge
by Maldini.

Huh.

Thanks.

Kaka. Oh, what a pass too
for Crespo.

And what a goal that is.
Hernan Crespo again.

What does he mean again?

If the first goal
was a bit of a shock,

the other two
have been stunning.

What does he mean the others?

Liverpool are all but beaten before half-time.

-Untie me!
-[METALLIC RATTLE]

We're three-nil down, you crank!

Your life is at stake,

and all you
can think about is football?

This is not just football.

This is the
Champions League final.

Listen.

♪ [FANS SINGING
"YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE"] ♪

♪ Walk on, walk on

-♪ With hope--
-Can you hear them?

-♪ In your heart
-That's the famous twelfth man.

-♪ And you'll never walk--
-We stick together.

♪ Alone♪

♪ You'll never walk alone

♪ Walk on, walk on

♪ With hope in your heart

♪ And you'll never walk alone

♪ You'll never walk alone

OK, Tommy,

I will help you.

-[CLANKING]
-[LOUD BANG]

COMMENTATOR: The half-time
score is inescapable,

Milan three, Liverpool nil.

Joe?

Joe... Where? What?!

The police station?

Have you been charged?

FANS:
♪ With hope in your heart...

I'm on my way.

-What did he say?
-He's left, he's on his way.

And yours?

It's bad here, it's bad.

Hey. He should play
for Liverpool.

-Hey!
-Your team has no bite.

Hey! Be quiet, all of you.

[KNUCKLES CRACK]

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

Where is my money?

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]
Where is my money?

Leyla...

Hey. You're like Elton John
with a new piano, you are.

English pound.

You exchange my money?

-[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]
-Tommy, Tommy, tell them.

Everything will be
easier this way!

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

COMMENTATOR: Milan now play football out of this world.

Nobody could live with this.

Watch your famous team... being
beaten whilst I cut you up.

COMMENTATOR: Can't get enough
of the ball at the moment.

Three-nil down.

That money gone. There's
nothing you can do to hurt me.

Aargh!

-[SHOUTS IN TURKISH]
-That's a good effort. Ooh!

[SQUEALS]

Give! Give!

Ohh! Ohh!

Ohh.

Big Turkish fingers.

COMMENTATOR: Shakes his head.
It was sloppy, wasn't it?

Gerrard.

Xabi Alonso.

Gerrard away.

Wait.

What are you saying?

What are you saying?

[ECHOES]
Pass it to Stevie.

Pass it to Stevie.
Pass it to Stevie!

He's passed it to Stevie!

COMMENTATOR:
In towards Gerrard!

-[CROWD ROARS]
-Yeeeeeah!

Yeeeees! Stevie!

Steven Gerrard gives hope

to all the many thousands
of Liverpool fans...

Stevie's God! Stevie's God!

Go on there, Stevie!
Stevie's God!

[LOUD THUD]

Yes! There's only
one Stevie Gerrard!

There's only one Stevie Gerrard!

COMMENTATOR: Hold on,
this could be some ride.

You never know with Liverpool. Good moving again, good length.

Xabi Alonso.

Smicer. Go on, Smicer.

Hit by Smicer. It's in, it's in!

Yeeeeees! Yes!
[LAUGHS]

Never say die, Red Men! Never!

Never say die!

-[CACKLES]
-[TURNS TV OFF]

Eh, I'm watching that!

-[LOUD THUD]
-[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

[GAGS]

[GASPS]

Speak.

Look, I'll tell you everything
if you just...

-[COCKS GUN]
-[LEYLA GASPS]

[SHOUTS IN TURKISH]

If what, my friend?

If you just untie me...

and let me watch the football.

[SAFETY CATCH CLICKS]

COMMENTATOR:
Liverpool were a beaten team

in the interval, and now look.

Now tell me,

where is my money?

Gerry's got it there.
At the stadium.

Those skids are his.

Urgh. Flashbacks.

My friend,
how will we get him here?

[PHONE RINGS]

Tommy. Tommy,
where are you, man?

I got a bit tied up.

I've had to leave the match,
man, the kids are--

-Do you know the score?
-The lads--

It's three-two.

-What?
-It's three-frigging-two.

One more goal, it's extra time.
Gerry... Gerry...

-COMMENTATOR: Carragher.
-Hang on.

In to Baros. He's laid it on.

It's Gerrard, he was held.
He's given a penalty.

Hang on, it's a penalty.

Step up, Xabi Alonso,
with a chance to equalize,

yes, equalize, for Liverpool.

GERRY: Tommy? Tommy?

Tommy, what's happening?

Hello? Tommy?
Tommy, what's going on?

Are you still there?

Tommy, Tommy,
what's going on, man?

[CROWD ROARS]

COMMENTATOR: Oh, Xabi Alonso!

Mission impossible
is accomplished.

GERRY: Hello? Tommy?

Tommy, hello?!

-Hello, what's happened?
-[THWACK]

Tommy, what's happening? Hello?

Hello, Tommy, what's happening?!

Gerry...

We've done it...
It's three-three.

It's in? Three-three?
Bu... Ye...

Yeeeeeees!

My God, Gerry, it's back on!

Yeah, Xabi Alonso.
And guess what?

Liverpool scored three goals
in five minutes and 55 seconds,

it's the fives,
Gerry, it's the fives!

Oh, yeah, one other thing.
Have you got the money?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I've got it here, man.

Brilliant, brilliant.
Bring it to the hotel, now.

Tell the driver to hurry up,

cos it's all gone
Yoko Ono on me here.

He's in the taxi, the money's on
its way.

What more do you want?

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

Come on, mate!
Get a move on, change lanes!

DRIVER: Istanbul traffic,
no way through, no way.

GERRY: Then I know
what I've gotta do.

♪ [TENSE MUSIC]

[REVS ENGINE]

Whoo-hoo!

[HORNS BLARE AND TIRES SCREECH]

-Whoo-hoo
-[HORNS BLARE]

Hey! Don't worry,
Tommy, I'm on me way.

Aaaaaaaargh!

COMMENTATOR: The full-time score is Milan three, Liverpool three.

Hey. Your friend,
he take so long.

That's your own fault for
building the ground

friggin' miles away.

[SHOUTS IN TURKISH]

[BOTH SPEAK IN TURKISH]

[ENGINE APPROACHES]

[DISTANT DOG BARKS]

♪ [TENSE MUSIC]

-Halt. Police!
-Shhhh!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[SPEAKS IN TURKISH]

[COCKS GUN]

No funny, tricks, huh?

-Gerry?
-[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hurry up,
I'm missing the game... Agh!

[ALL SHOUT AT ONCE]

-[LEYLA SCREAMS]
-[GLASS SHATTERS]

I'm a dead weight.
You're going nowhere, son.

[SNARLS]

[SHOUTS IN TURKISH]

[COCK GUNS]

Hello. I've got a gun here.

No, no, no!

ALL: No, no, no!

Agh! Carpet burn, carpet burn!

Grab the pants!

[CONTINUES SHOUTING IN TURKISH]

-[COCKS GUN]
-ALL: No, no, no!

-Sorry.
-[RAPID GUNFIRE]

Shit! This is not mine,
these are Gerry's!

-Eat that.
-[MUFFLED CRIES]

Have some of that!

[ALL SHOUT IN TURKISH]

[SIREN ON]

TOMMY: What have I done, mate?

I risked everything
for a lousy bag of money.

GERRY: And we missed the match.

I thought I was the one
who was supposed to be

handcuffed to the bed?

Sorry, mate.

Forgive me?

-Eh.
-[LAUGHS]

[DOG BARKS]

[SPEAK IN TURKISH]

[DOOR CLANKS OPEN
AND PRISONERS SHOUT]

Prrr...
I don't like this, Gerry.

-This is stir crazy.
-[PRISONERS CHANT]

Argh!

JAMIE: Alright, lads,
keep your hair on.

Shhh, shhh, shhh. One more song.

This one's from my dad, Tommy,
and his dad, Gerry,

two Liverpool legends.

♪ [TO THE TUNE:
"A HORSE WITH NO NAME"] ♪

♪ Na, na, na-na-na-na...

♪ Na, na!

ALL: ♪ Na, na, na-na-na-na...

♪ Na-na, na, na, na...

♪ On the fifth part
of the journey ♪

♪ We had no goal to go

♪ There'd be rising debts
from stupid bets ♪

♪ And the taxis
were going slow ♪

♪ Tommy and Gerry
could have given up ♪

♪ But that's not what
makes them tick ♪

♪ Tommy brought cufflinks,
Gerry wore undies ♪

♪ Now we're sitting
in a Turkish nick ♪

♪ You see we went to Istanbul
for a football game ♪

♪ And now we're
all praying for bail ♪

♪ A bag of money
has got me telling a tale ♪

♪ Of how we all ended up
in a dirty old jail ♪

ALL: ♪ Na, na, na-na-na-na...

♪ Na-na, na, na, na...

♪ Na, na, na-na-na-na...

♪ Na-na, na, na, na...

-That's all I've got so far.
-What a song.

[PRISONERS CHANT]
You what? You what? You what?

[KEYS JANGLE]

-Dad?
-Son.

-You had me worried there.
-Are you alright?

What took you so long, eh?

Sorry, Jamie. I messed up, mate,
I let you down badly.

You never let me down, Dad.

I watched you take over that pub
with one song.

Eric Clapton couldn't
have done better.

And then the way you held court
on that rooftop, I get it now.

Get what?

That football players get all
the dough and all the glory,

but there's a player
more important.

-Who?
-You, Dad.

And Gerry. All of us.
The supporters.

The twelfth man.

I'm proud of you, son.

And, Joseph, you should be
proud of your dad too, mate.

He saved a policeman's life.

Hmm...

Hey!

So, come on,
how does your song end?

I don't know yet, do we?

[PHONE RINGS]

Altan.

-So we're rich, eh?
-No, we're not rich.

Now listen, Tony,

the money never came,
and we never spoke.

I'm running with the cufflinks. Bye-bye.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[RAPS ON DOOR]
Carmella!

-Open the bleeding door!
-What are you doing?

You're gonna break the door.

It's all gone wrong,
they left something in Istanbul.

-You're joking?
-No, I'm not.

Them two golf balls have cocked
it up. We've gotta get off.

Oh, my God, come in.

[DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN]

We know everything. The
UK police have been informed.

But, we don't have need
for this piece of evidence.

Yours, I believe?

-Underpants.
-Thank you.

[DOOR CLUNKS SHUT]

♪ [TENSE MUSIC]

Sod this for a game of soldiers.

Did you see Midnight Express?

Look, whatever you're planning,
just do it to me, right?

I mean, this lot have
done nothing wrong.

[KEYS JANGLE]

This way.

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

[CLICK]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

You want to watch your final.
Yes?

Er, yes, Officer.

[TURNS ON TV]

Enjoy your game.

Switch off the TV
when you leave.

Lads, it's still three-all.

COMMENTATOR: And it will
be a penalty shootout.

-It's penalties.
-It's penalties!

COMMENTATOR: It's incredible,

because that's
what Liverpool are tonight.

It could be one of the greatest football stories of all time.

[CROWD WHISTLES AND CHEERS]

Going to be Milan to go first.

That's a tattoo off
Fantasy Island.

"Boss, boss,
the plane's coming in, boss."

Yeah.

COMMENTATOR: Here we go.
Fingers crossed for Liverpool.

Serginho with
the first penalty for Milan.

-ALL: Yes!
-[CROWD ROARS]

COMMENTATOR: Not even close.

GERRY: "Boss, boss, get me on

the next plane
out of here, boss."

COMMENTATOR: Liverpool are
going to turn to their German.

Come on, the Kaiser.

Liverpool to take
their first penalty.

Come on.

Hamann to give
Liverpool the advantage.

Go on.

-[CROWD CHEERS]
-ALL: Yes! Yes!

COMMENTATOR:
Dida can be beaten.

This is a big, big penalty
for Pirlo. Andrea Pirlo.

-I can't look, Tommy.
-It's alright. It's alright.

COMMENTATOR:
Here's Pirlo. He's done it!

-ALL: Yes!
-Come on!

-COMMENTATOR: Pirlo tried.
-It's going quite well.

COMMENTATOR: ...Cisse,
who's got a chance

to give Liverpool
a two-goal advantage.

Come on, you crazy fool,
you can do it, man.

COMMENTATOR:
Djibril Cisse.

-Two-nil!
-ALL: Yes!

It's in!
Back in the game, lads!

We're back in it.

COMMENTATOR:
...Rafa Benitez' face,

there are a lot of
smiling Scousers.

Keep calm. Keep calm, lads.

Who's this?

Yeah, the big man.

-He's gonna miss.
-He is.

-COMMENTATOR: He scored.
-ALL: Oh!

COMMENTATOR:
Now, John Arne Riise.

And if Riise scores,
Liverpool are at match point.

An almost pin-drop silence.

-Come on.
-Here's Chucky! Come on.

COMMENTATOR: The Milan fans are outnumbered.

-Oh!
-More like the curse of Chucky.

Oh, don't be daft.
No more misses and it's ours.

I'll tell you what,
though, Gerry.

I wish you still
had these dirtbags on.

I thought it didn't
make any difference?

Just get them on!

You letting him
talk to me like that?

Yeah!

-Now get them on, Dad. Come on!
-Hurry up, hurry up!

COMMENTATOR: Kaka is next.

-Right.
-Ohh-ho!

Help him, Jamie!

I'm not touching them,
he's your dad.

-Oh!
-Come on, Gerry,

-we need these skinnies on now!
-[ALL TALK AT ONCE]

COMMENTATOR:
Two-two in the shootout.

Dad, get out of the way!

COMMENTATOR: Prayers being
offered to a higher force.

Come on, son.
Come on, you can do it.

Come on.

-[FLAPS]
-You're not well, Dad.

COMMENTATOR: It's Smicer.

ALL: Yes!

COMMENTATOR:
Three-two is the lead.

What is means is that
Andriy Shevchenko must score.

He must score.

-Ah, this is it. The big one.
-Come on. Come on.

-Come on, lads.
-Come on.

COMMENTATOR: The weight of
the world on his shoulders.

There'll be no second chances
if Shevchenko misses.

[IN HEADS]
Come on. Come on.

-Save it, save it, save it.
-Come on.

-Save it, save it...
-Come on...

Save it, save it...

[ECHOES]
Please. Please. Please.

TOMMY: Listen, God of football.
Help me one last time...

...and I will never,
ever ask again.

Not for me,

for Jamie.

JAMIE: Not for me, for my dad.

COMMENTATOR: He saved it!

[ALL SCREAM IN SLOW MOTION]

[WHOOP AND CHEER]

COMMENTATOR: The European Cup
is returning

to England and to Anfield.

[WILD CHEERING]

Liverpool are champions
of Europe again!

An extraordinary night
of football,

with the most
extraordinary finish.

It is going to be a hard day's night in Liverpool.

Scousers know how to party.

Liverpool players
go to their fans but

they are in every
corner of this crowd.

They don't have to do
very much looking.

[SIREN ON]

I don't know
nothing about Istanbul,

I've never even been there.

[WHOOPING AND CHEERING]

Get in the car.
Don't say nothing.

[WHOOPING AND CHEERING]

COMMENTATOR: Liverpool have
their hands

on the European Cup again.

And this time it's for keeps.

That trophy
isn't going anywhere.

JAMIE: So there you go. The
greatest comeback of them all.

And as the players
lifted ol' Big Ears,

winners' medals
around their necks,

me and Joe
knew what we should do.

We scrimped together
the last of our money,

got our dads
some medals of their own.

They've been
wearing them ever since.

♪ ["A HORSE WITH
NO NAME" PLAYS] ♪

And though I might not have
made it into the stadium,

I'll never forget that day.

Where I was.
Or the people I was with.

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na

♪ Na-na, na, na, na

Go on, lad.

♪ On the last
part of the journey ♪

♪ We were heading
home on the bus ♪

♪ We'd won Big Ears
four times before ♪

♪ So now we're
keeping him for good ♪

♪ So let's raise a beer
to the Ataturk ♪

♪ The players
and Dudek's dance ♪

♪ The master plan
was our twelfth man ♪

♪ And Gerry's lucky underpants

♪ You see we went to Istanbul
for a football game ♪

♪ Where destiny
called us again ♪

♪ Three-nil down, the whole
world had called it a day ♪

♪ But they hadn't counted on
the Liverpool way ♪

ALL: ♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na

♪ Na-na, na, na, na

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na

♪ Na-na, na, na, na

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na

♪ Na-na, na, na, na

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na

♪ Na-na, na, na, na

[WHISTLING AND CHEERING]

♪ So what's it all about,
do you really wanna know?

♪ Do you wanna give♪

♪ Or do you just wanna
take it all and go?♪

♪ Cos you've gotta let it out

♪ If you wanna let it in

♪ Gotta get a little bit of
lovin' in ♪

♪ And make it all begin

♪ You've gotta just find time ♪

♪ To pick the right time
and make a change ♪

♪ Cos it's a fine time to
pick the right time ♪

♪ And make a change

♪ So when you gonna learn

♪ That it takes all sorts

♪ Don't you think life
would be a little drab ♪

♪ If we had the same thoughts?

♪ Cos you've taken
all the good ♪

♪ But you leave me
with the bad ♪

♪ And if you don't make a
change pretty soon ♪

♪ There won't be nothin'
comin' back ♪

♪ You've gotta find time

♪ Pick the right time
to make a change ♪

♪ Cos it's a fine time to pick
the right time ♪

♪ To make a change

♪ I do believe
you read the verse ♪

♪ I do believe
you wrote the words ♪

♪ I just need to let you out
to let you in with me ♪

♪ I just need to feel your
love again and again ♪