Children Of Men

MAN ON TV:
Day 1,000

of the siege of Seattle.

WOMAN ON TV:
The Muslim community

demands an end

to the Army's occupation of mosques.

The Homeland Security bill is ratified.

After eight years,

British borders will remain closed.

The deportation of illegal immigrants

will continue.

Good morning. Our lead story.

The world was stunned today

by the death of Diego Ricardo,

the youngest person on the planet.

Baby Diego was stabbed outside a bar

in Buenos Aires

after refusing to sign an autograph.

Witnesses at the scene say...

Excuse me.

...that Diego spat in the face of a fan

who asked for an autograph.

He was killed in the ensuing brawl.

The fan was later beaten to death...

Coffee, please. Black.

...by the angry crowd.

Born in 2009,

the son of Marcello and Sylvia Ricardo,

a working-class couple from Mendoza,

he struggled all his life

with the celebrity status

thrust upon him

as the world's youngest person.

Diego Ricardo,

the youngest person on the planet

was 18 years, 4 months,

20 days, 16 hours and 8 minutes old.

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN ON TV:
Throughout his life,

Diego Ricardo was a tragic reminder

of the 18 years of infertility

that humanity has endured

and its effect upon the world we now live in.

It seems that the mantle of the world's

youngest human has passed to a woman.

She is 18 years, 5 months and 11 days old.

-Faron.

-Mr Griffiths.

I seem to be more affected

by Baby Diego's death than I realised, sir.

If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it

if I could finish my day's work at home.

WOMAN ON TV:
...generation needs

to reject family and society.

MAN ON TV:
He's my dentist.

WOMAN ON TV 1:
She's my house cleaner.

WOMAN ON TV 2:
He's the waiter.

WOMAN ON TV 3:
She's my cousin.

ANNOUNCER ON TV:

They are illegal immigrants.

To hire, feed or shelter

illegal immigrants is a crime.

It's your life.

It's your choice.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Hey, amigo!

Jasper!

Good to see you. Come on.

JASPER:
You know who did it?

THEO:
Islamic? Fishes? F*ck knows.

I'll bet it was the government.

Every time one of our politicians

is in trouble, a bomb explodes.

It's the second time in a month.

-You okay?

-It was horrible.

I'm glad you don't take

cream or sugar, amigo.

Losing you and Baby Diego

on the same day would be too hard to bear.

Well, that was even worse,

everybody crying.

I mean, Baby Diego, come on.

That guy was a wanker.

Yeah, but he was the youngest wanker

on Earth.

Pull my finger. Quick, quick!

Jasper...

F*cking hell! That's disgusting!

(TRUCK HONKING)

Illegal immigrants. Taking them to Bexhill.

Poor fugees.

After escaping the worst atrocities

and finally making it to England,

our government hunts them down

like cockroaches.

-Any girls?

-No.

What about the one we had lunch with?

Lauren?

Lorna. That was ages ago.

-I liked her. What happened?

-She decided to renounce.

Renouncers? Are those the ones

that kneel down for a month for salvation?

No. They're the Repenters.

The Renouncers flagellate themselves

for the forgiveness of humanity.

Oh, right.

Dating ain't what it used to be, is it, amigo?

JASPER:
What'd you do on your birthday?

THEO:
Nothing.

Come on. You must've done something.

No. Same as every other day.

Woke up, felt like shit,

went to work, felt like shit.

That's called a hangover, amigo.

At least with a hangover, I feel something.

Honestly, Jasper, sometimes...

You could always come and live with us.

Yeah, but if I did that,

I wouldn't have anything to look forward to.

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