Diamantino

The story, all names, characters and incidents seen here are fictitious.

No identification with actual persons ,

places, products, genetic procedures or giant puppies

is intended or should be inferred.

No animals were harmed in the making of this film.

When I was a boy,

my dad loved taking me to see churches,

parks,

palaces...

That kind of thing.

He wasn't very religious, but he loved churches.

He loved looking at the paintings on the ceilings.

He would say, "Diamantino, these ceilings are sublime.

"They are so beautiful...

"that they give faith to people."

His favorite was the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

But he said that today

there are no more painters like Mr. Michelangelo.

They no longer exist.

He said that today, the most beautiful art of all

is created here in this new cathedral.

My dad always said that today's Michelangelo

was me.

Painting was never really my thing,

and I wasn't good at much else.

But my dad always told me:

"What you do on the field is sublime.

"You make such wonderful, wonderful things...

"that you give faith to people."

It was true.

Something magical happened when I played.

Something sort of transcendental.

Everything faded away.

The grass, the fans...

Only I was left.

Me and the fluffy puppies.

So, son...

tell me,

are you nervous?

Tomorrow is the World Cup Final.

You want to win the title for Portugal?

So what?

You may win,

you may lose,

but I'll always love you.

I'll love you forever.

My dad always kept an eye on me.

Him and the entire world.

They all watched me: my fans, the paparazzi

and even those cops...

the Portuguese Secret Service.

Aisha, you scared me.

I caught the guy at the haunted house.

It was so cool. I loved it.

I had no idea,

but these two love birds were spying on me.

Who's that hottie?

Diamantino, the soccer player.

What did he do?

Money laundering.

Look at the idiot.

Tino.

- Throw me a towel. - Two.

Two people, two towels.

Come on, Diamantino. Two each.

Such a fool.

Help us.

Give us a hand.

Diamantino, help your sisters.

What are those muscles for?

Come on.

These are my sisters.

They're twins.

When they got angry, I could not tell them apart.

And they were always angry.

And me? There are two of us, you idiot.

Such a dummy... Two drinks.

Is it that hard?

What is that?

Some refugees.

- Fugees? - Yes.

What's that?

What is it?

It's people that flee, riding on waves.

I wasn't very well-informed.

I didn't know nothing outside of soccer.

I didn't know people like this existed... adrift,

with no country,

no water.

Come.

Grab my hand.

On that boat came a woman

who lost her child at sea.

My God...

I had never seen such sadness in someone's eyes.

Never.

When I came to my senses,

I was in the last minutes of the World Cup final.

We're in the final 5 minutes

of the 2018 World Cup in Russia.

Portugal is losing 1-0.

Sweden is about to win this unique...

but Diamantino steals the ball.

Is this it?

He might score the miracle goal,

the godly goal, the golden goal...

Diamantino looks injured.

We are waiting to see what happened.

Diamantino was on a breakaway and fell. A dive?

What's this idiot gone and done?

He's injured.

The Swedish hyenas have relentlessly attacked...

It doesn't matter if he wins or loses.

- What do you mean? - Just doesn't.

- He loses, we lose our money. - So ungrateful.

Shut up, I want to hear it.

...a tragedy unseen since the Greeks.

The medics are on the field.

Is this the end for Portugal? Diamantino's on the ground.

- He's faking, he's gonna lose the game. - Doesn't matter.

Shut up.

The problem with your son

is that you're his agent.

You know what you did? Made him a pussy.

You're worthless.

We're what?

We're fucking bitches.

It's your fault he's like this, you turned him into a pussy.

All you want is his money.

- Sure. - Really?

Look,

do you know what we'll do? You're done being his agent.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Pretending you're dead now?

Just like his son, taking a dive.

He must be so injured.

I don't think he's breathing.

Hold on...

He's not breathing.

I can't believe it.

The Phoenix rises!

Diamantino gets up. Diamantino stays on the field.

The referee grants a penalty kick to Portugal. It's incredible!

The atmosphere is electric.

I can feel every spectator in this stadium.

Such energy, furor, and emotion!

Diamantino, the genius.

This Zeus of the field fires a lightning bolt

to each spectator.

Who could have foreseen this?

Diamantino has a 95% success rate scoring penalties.

One minute left in this World Cup.

One minute to save Portugal.

If Diamantino scores, we'll go into overtime.

I was all mixed up.

My head was getting...

very foggy.

The fluffy puppies began to disappear.

It's a tense moment

for both teams...

Will Diamantino tie the game?

He prepares to shoot and...

A save!

Fuck you, Diamantino.

- You bastard. - Fuck.

Such a tragic moment for Portugal,

and only one man is to blame.

Diamantino,

the king,

the angel, has fallen.

Are you sure you don't want to come?

It's too sad.

I love you so much, Daddy.

I'm going to miss you so much.

I have a proposition for you.

We'd like to enroll your brother

in a trial treatment

that will make you rich.

How rich?

Look...

Can we speak later? We have to hang up.

Come on down to the Ministry and we'll go over the details.

- Send us an estimate. - Please send it.

I had an epiphany.

- A "phany"? - What's that?

Some ideas...

- I'm going to give up soccer. - No.

You're what?

So that's a "phany"?

A "phany"?

It's what Daddy wanted.

How can you be so selfish?

Did you like the proposal?

- We loved it. - Yes.

Diamantino will be our icon and will be cloned by the party.

Do whatever you want,

we don't give a damn.

Where do we sign?

A van will pick up Diamantino every two days.