Maradona, Blessed Dream (Maradona: Sueño bendito)

WHILE THIS STORY IS BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS,

CERTAIN CHARACTERS, INCIDENTS, AND DIALOGUE WERE FICTIONALIZED.

ANY SIMILARITY TO ANY PERSON, LIVING OR DEAD, IS FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES.

The military is as old as the universe.

It is found in the Bible,

which speaks of heavenly militias summoned to fight evil.

Saint Michael the Archangel, the Virgin of Mercy,

are mystical symbols of the military in their purest form.

When we embrace the military career,

we don't just embrace a profession,

we permanently become…

One?

…which imprints a personality that'll be embedded for life.

Carlos Pellegrini said,

"The military man is armed. He has the privilege of being armed..."

I'll go with you today.

I already told you "no," it's dangerous.

I'll go with you.

It's us women who have to go, because they think we're harmless.

They underestimate us.

BLESSED DREAM

DICTATED

-It runs beautifully. -Yes.

-It smells so good. -Yes.

Take a bow.

Take a bow.

You're such a pain in the ass!

Bloody hell, Pelusa!

Mrs. Tota!

So, what do you say?

It's beautiful, son! A brand-new car!

Well, it's almost brand-new, but...

Tell the rest that we're going for a ride.

Honey!

-What? -Come on, guys!

Wow!

-Come on. -Look at that.

Look at that.

So? What do you say, shall we?

Careful with the upholstery.

-Don't break anything. -I'll close it.

What's wrong with the butcher that's looking at us like that?

-Do we owe him money? -No, he says that we're dirty peasants,

that the neighborhood is too good for us.

Is that so?

Well, is everyone ready?

-Go on. -Let's go!

The plane's leaving.

Watch out, you'll have to go home!

Excuse me, the dirty peasants don't know how to drive!

NEWS BULLETIN

He has extremely high blood pressure and a ventricular arrhythmia...

…Diego Maradona started the new millennium with excess…

-Take my things to the car, please. -Yes.

The first thing I want to ask you is

not to make up any ridiculous story.

In an effort to get a front page or a scoop,

you release fake news that puts the whole family on edge.

The only truth is that Diego is being monitored.

He's in a special care unit

and he's recovering.

There are rumors that Diego arrived in a coma,

the result of a cocaine overdose.

Where did you get that nonsense?

Diego spent a quiet New Year's Eve,

surrounded by his close friends,

in peace, in harmony, more relaxed than ever.

Of course there was also room for some fun,

but always surrounded by good friends,

people who want what's best for Diego.

He enjoyed his family.

The girls and Claudia who, as you all know,

are his refuge, his safe haven.

Of course, he probably ate a little bit too much.

-He overdid the food but, please... -Come on, bitches!

Who doesn't eat or drink a little bit too much during the holidays?

Diego woke up a little uneasy.

He was out of breath

so he asked me to bring him here

to have a check-up, that's it.

Hey, Guillote, go easy on the coke!

-There are assholes everywhere. -Share, don't take it all yourself!

But this happens because of the nonsense you publish,

and you make idiots like that believe

that Diego is surrounded by dealers, prostitutes, a crazy life.

Is it true that Diego's breakdown was due to a FIFA ranking

that places him as the fifth-best player in the world?

I don't answer bullshit like that. Excuse me.

There are so many reporters here that I can assure you if anything happens,

you'll find out before I do. Bye.

What's your problem with me, Tota?

Why did you tell me that?

Do you really think I didn't take care of your son?

Diego's had this problem for over 15 years,

and I've been taking care of him, alone.

Why didn't you speak up at the time when this started

instead of covering it up?

But I never covered it up.

But you didn't call his family, you left us out of it.

What could you have done?

Diego doesn't listen to anyone.

He listens to me, Claudia.

When someone wants to use, they don't ask their mother's permission.

Diego took drugs for a long time, as you say. It's true.

But he never took it this far.

That's because you left him alone.

Because you wanted to break up.

He didn't.

You forgot that you made a promise for life, you forgot!

And now you want to leave him alone?

If my son dies, I'll never forgive you.

And if he doesn't, I still won't.

Come on, let's win today.

Our people have packed the stadium.

Everyone, pass the ball to Diego, okay? Let's go!

Let's go!

Dear God, help me, please.

Goyo, what's wrong?

He got tackled pretty hard.

Come on, buddy, be strong.

Listen, do you think it's serious?

I think it's a torn ligament.

Call him tomorrow to see what he needs.

He should get treatment with Quintana.

Goyo can't afford Quintana.

Tell him I'll cover the expenses.

Poor Goyo, such bad luck.

Diego comes in, surrounded by four Vélez players,

the left-footer's coming.

There goes Wonder Boy. He goes to the middle of the field.

Three players behind him.

He'll shoot with the left foot, the way he likes it.

Shoot it, Diego. It'll be a great goal!

Diego continues with his left foot, he'll cross it.

Unbelievable. I can't believe it.

Argentinos Juniors missed the magic left foot of Diego Maradona.

I go past the first defender.

Then I go past the second one. When I leave the goalkeeper on his knees,

I hit the first post. That's the move.

Why didn't you do it with your hand?

You played a good match.

You'll see it in the papers tomorrow.

I don't care about that, fathead! We could have won it.

I need to be stronger for this kind of play.

I have to train harder.

That's a great goal.

-That? -Yes.

-Are you serious? -Yes, what do you want?

Cyterszpiller has it.

Cyterszpiller dribbles past the defender.

-Past the second one. -You can't run.

-Maradona comes out, he shoots! -Come on, I'm getting wet!

He did it, it's incredible!

Come on, Pelusa. Hit it!

One more.

With your left hand!

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven.

Get out!

Eighteen, nineteen!

Bicho's looking for a draw, Rosario Central is winning 2-1.

It's all up to him.

The wicked left-footer goes into the area, he perseveres.

It's now or never, Diego!

Diego, goal!

A goal for Argentinos Junior!

The one and only, Diego Maradona.

See? I told you that was the move!

Goal!

"Diego Maradona, 16 years old, first division player."

Morning, Don Atilio.

-Diego, you're awesome! -How's it going?

-What a crazy goal you scored! -Did you like it?

I went to see you. I have my voice like this because of you.

Hi, Claudia.

-Hi, Diego. -How are you doing?

I'm fine, and you?

Very well.

You like fishing?

Yes, actually my dad really likes it.

-He loves fishing. -Look at that.

So does my dad.

Yes, he loves fishing.

Yeah.

He's from a little town in Corrientes,

and as soon as you are born, you know…

they teach you how to fish.

-How about that. Nice. -Yes.

-Are you going to the club party? -If my dad lets me, I will.

Excuse me.

-Do you have a boyfriend? -No.

I don't have a boyfriend, no.

Do you want one?

I have to go, I'm running late.

Can you give this to him?

You're leaving? Yes, I have to go.

See you later.

Careful, man!

Why did you let him come?

What if he gets hurt?