All language subtitles for Minder s04e01 Rocky Eight and a Half

It'd be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

Fair old fight, eh?

I don't think you'll be the new great
white oak.

Neither of them will.

It's not a point, Arthur.

Value for money.

That's the thing about Eric's builds.
Value for money.

Fellas who like fighting. Guys who hate
each other. Yeah, I did notice that.

This is old Terry.

In the best of health, thank God.

He loved this.

Talk about mining, really.

Terry can give them a bout.

Bouncers, miners, old biters, has
-beens, he'll give everybody a chance.

Has -beens?

I wasn't talking about you, old Terry.

Terry likes people with bottle.

Bottle and heart.

I really think I let Mark Terence
degrade himself by gracing this pirate

I'm just asking, aren't I?

He's taking care of people occasionally,
supervising premises.

He's got it in his mind.

Oh, I've known this pirate for a while.

Both of them put in ten peas, not your
food.

Now, go on.

I've left a pint of lager.

No, you haven't. You threw it over the
farmer. Now, I'm being nice to you, son.

You're probably underage anyway.

If you want to kick something, go kick a
football.

Why don't I just kick you instead?

Get

that

from the telly, you know.

What, Jackanory? No, that's not his
name.

It's a Chinese fella.

I tell you something.

Fits around.

He's only a young 'un, too.

What school he go to?

Well, Bleeding Valley School.

And you'd like Bill Harper.

I don't know why they didn't have the
fight on the cobbles.

You should have a word with old Eric.

They're like yourself.

Always looking for a pound.

And he spends a pound and all.

Incidentally, are you still at the real
estate?

Yeah, I dabble, Harry, I dabble.

Lovely flat.

Renovated, modernised, clean as a
whistle.

Knockout postal code.

22 years.

You know my homage, don't you?

Lila's a spaniel.

What's she gonna do, eh?

Gone off on a double glazing, salesman.

Never.

Thank God I got the lease in my name.

No, no, no.

Too many members.

Especially the new double glazing.

What sort of money are we talking about?
Lease, everything.

I'm gutted.

Best years of my life.

Apart from that stretch in Ireland,
everybody knew I was innocent.

There I have to concur with you, Harry.

What was that nonsense about the shotgun
in the boot of the car?

Any decent liberal judge would have
ignored that evidence.

Price of grass in the motor and all.

Oh, that was the rub, wasn't it?

They was out of season.

Them judges hate that.

A couple of pigeons and you'd have had a
result.

About your flat, Harry.

This is going to be a right needle
fight.

The ground of peace they reckon.

And a monkey on the side.

Oh, dear, oh, dear. Do you think they
could do with some supplementary benefit

and a couple of bus passes on the side?

Don't hope it, Arthur.

Lots of money in this game.

By the job centre?

Yeah, I want to see a fella. I won't be
a minute.

I'll take the fare now.

You what? I mean, five minutes ago we
were going to Bathby Square.

Now you're dashing into the job centre.

You think I'm going to do a run at a man
in my stamp?

I'm an employer, not an employee.

I don't care if you're the chairman of
the board.

They put all sorts of strokes these
days.

I hope you don't expect a tip.

I don't expect you'll get a job either.

I don't believe it. The humiliation.

What's next, underneath the arches?
Leave me alone.

What is going on? I mean, look at it.
The idea. You, my friend, associate, the

man I brought up from the gutter,
taught, nursed, trained.

Look at him.

Maggie's millions.

There's six of them. Yeah, where's the
rest of them? All tucked up in their

Don't even get up for breakfast
television.

All I'm doing is stuffing out the job
market, all right? Job market? What,

motorcycle messenger?

Audio typist?

Is that the limit of your aspirations?

Listen, this isn't for you.

This is for civilians.

Workers.

Listen, Arthur, I've had enough, right?

Standing on the door in some cardian act
and lippy hooligan. Kung fu kick now it

is. I'll tell you what, I've got a
season ticket to the casualty ward.

Horacic and all.

Can't even get my best shoes out of the
menders. Why didn't you say?

Oh, look, that's a good one.

Block of flats, handyman, 60 sobs.
What's that? Five day a week, 300 sobs a

week. That is a week, you burk.

60 sobs a week.

You drink that in a day, don't you? Not
true.

Anyway, everyone's feeling a pinch.

School fees are going up. Early indoors
daily, wants an arm and a leg.

You're not the only one.

And we're not asking for A -levels.

Maybe a diploma of physical education.

Well, I used to be a boxer, you know, a
few years ago.

Well, they'd be interested in that.

Yeah, now and again I'll teach at a
youth club. I'll teach them self

that sort of thing.

Let me take your name and address.

Yeah, never mind all that. He's got a
job.

Ignore him. And if you want to know
about his youth activities, ask him

last night.

Two mere juveniles. A right hand at the
one and a left hook to the other. I'm

going to chin you in a minute. You see
what I mean, miss?

Aggressive. Mind you, he has had a
deprived childhood.

But he is no play leader. And apart from
that, he's got a job.

This man is gainfully employed. He
thought the job centre was a new pub,

you, my son? I am his governor. I pay
his stamps.

Stamps? You? Don't interrupt.

He is not one of three million. He is a
fraud.

Do not be misled by the ang -dog
expression, young man. I really am going

chin you in a minute. I'll bring you
tidings of great joy, Terence.

A wedge in your sky, a wongler in your
wallet.

And the info is for your ears only.

I suppose I'd better have a word with
him.

I would as well.

Job centres. I'd put his country back on
its feet.

Can you come back and tell me what
happens?

Yeah, I can come back at about six.
How's that?

I could even take you out and buy you a
drink.

Yeah.

Okay. See? You meet me and suddenly you
get a result.

What's a nice girl like that doing in a
nasty place like this?

So what's this job then?

You fit.

Fit? Yeah, you know, fit.

Yeah, I'm fit.

You know, fighters are a bit like Clara.

They mature.

I mean, you think of old Archie Moore.

Within two months of his 50th birthday
and he was still knocking them down.

Incredible man.

Jersey Joe Walcott, there's another one.

Credit to the art.

I was at the show last night, you know,
pirate thing, unlicensed.

Early indoors could have knocked out
most of them, but there it was.

Every seat full, Terry.

No.

Eh? I know what you're going to say. The
answer's no.

But they were bums, Terry.

Weekend hooligans.

Pathetic. You want me to be one of them,
do you?

Well, give him money away.

You're taking a very selfish attitude.
Don't I deserve a favour?

I did you a favour seven years ago,
remember?

For influential people?

Oh, yeah, lovely people, weren't they?

Ain't your night, they said. I held that
bum up for seven rounds.

The price was right.

You should have looked after me.

I hardly even knew you.

I mean, I could have been something. I
could have been a contender. Someone who

sounded like that bloke in On The
Riverbank.

You lost your marbles, didn't you? You
was the contender.

That was the whole point.

You was to lose the fight, and then,
what's his name?

Wilson. Wilson, yeah.

He would be the contender.

You have a return bout, and you murder
him.

And what happens? You go down like the
dying swan, smiling and all. And then

you're patting your hair.

I had resin in me eye.

Resin in me eye. You look like the
Johnny Gielgud on a bad night. I'm not

surprised they took your license away.

You're lucky they didn't nick you for
overacting and all.

Ali was older than you when he was world
champion.

And think about Sylvia.

Sylvia who?

Sylvia. What's his name? You know,
Rocky.

Yeah, I know it's only a film, but that
is the stuff what dreams are made of.

You should have a dog like him.

I've got friends.

Yeah.

Where are they?

Hey, Mr. Daly.

You've got a new motor? Yeah, but does
it work?

Don't vex me, guy.

Black is beautiful.

Well, it's yellow.

Best 50 ,000 miles service you've ever
had.

Hang about.

It was only supposed to be 12 ,000
miles. So, you've got a bonus.

This kid knows everything about motors.

He worked at Dawson Bus Garage.

Oh, terrific.

The ace man.

He tweaked the carbs, the electronic
tuning.

Yeah, but did he change the oil?

He even changed the inner tires for you.

Let's have a bit of a tidy up. Oh, no, I
see why they call you Dirty Harry.

There used to be a ring at the Clint
Eastwood.

Taller than me, though, isn't he? Giza
wouldn't even park his poncho in this

gaff. Oh, he can't even open a window,
Harry. No problem.

Son.

It's a bit of a knack, yes.

Anyway, I don't want all those drafts.

Ah, sister -in -law, first off.

Let the old place go downhill.

Don't over anymore, you know.

Dustpan, maybe?

You can buy them, you know.

I mean, we're not talking about Bond
Street.

I mean, you call in a shop, they have
all sorts of things.

Soaps, detergents, polish.

Remember polish for shining things?

See it on the telly sometimes.

Oh dear, when you told me you had a flat
on the market.

At least I'm fitting to her.

Furniture. Oh, yes, it's definitely
furniture.

What do you call it?

Middle period Ilder Ogden?

And you want money for this and all?

Look at the ads in the papers.

I want bundles.

You've got bundles.

Vermin. Dreck.

It's a fashionable address.

Sit down, Al. On what?

Hang on.

Haven't seen a cat for a week.

I'm not surprised. He's probably going
down the welfare.

That's the Arabs. They'd buy not all the
flats. They wouldn't stave all their

camels in this place.

Is it controlled rent?

Where's the lease?

Solicitors drawn it up.

Ten grand.

Ten what?

One and a nought.

Three. And you're lucky.

Minutes from the West End?

Three and a half. Nelson Eddies.

Six, maybe.

Even a cat don't fancy it.

Arthur. Look, that kind of dough you put
down for a mortgage.

Oh, Clay.

Listen, a rotten squatter would give you
a blank. I tell you what, look, 3 ,750.

And that is why I will never be a rich
man.

Honest, Arthur.

Table or the bar?

Table.

What do you want?

Maybe I should buy the drink. I've got a
job, remember?

Oh, yeah, but it's my club, so members
only.

What do you want?

Gin and tonic.

All right, then. You sit down. I'll be
back in a minute.

Quite a job, mate.

Here, you just missed, Arthur. A stroke
of luck, innit?

Here's a large German tonic and a pint
of lager.

Well, now, the lady, she can have
whatever.

But you, orange juice.

Do what?

Yeah, you have got to get down to your
fighting weight.

I don't even want you to go back into
the ring. But if you've got to, at least

be fit.

What's he talking about?

Well, it's what Arthur told me. The
great comeback, he reckons you're ready.

I'll kill him.

You're the guy you've got to kill.

I don't want to see you do it, but I'll
be there.

Dave, I'm not fighting, licensed or
unlicensed.

I've retired.

Well, I said that to Arthur, but he said
we'll win.

We? Yeah, we'll win.

So it is a very philharmonic for the
lady, an orange juice for you.

Hello. You alone?

What do you want?

It's six o 'clock, the air is clean, no
carbon monoxide.

Are you Brahms?

I'm snuggled up in my pit. But you, you
should be up, tracksuit, woolly hat,

heavy boots.

What are you talking about?

What time is it?

I've told you.

Pounding the streets, five miles, and a
nice cup of tea and a quick half hour of

breakfast TV.

See you in the gym later.

Punish yourself, Terence.

Get up.

This second.

Ah, right.

Arthur Daly, a legend in your own
lifetime. My dad even talked about you.

Oh, I knew quite a few tafts in the old
days.

Count your fingers, though, he said.

I'm an open book, Eric.

How is the old fella?

Oh, he's still in Broadmoor.

Why don't you go and get yourself a nice
cup of tea? That's a good boy.

I want to be a millionaire before I'm
35.

Oh, yeah, we all felt like that when we
was young, didn't we?

You missed out, though, didn't you?

I get by.

I'm a radical.

You see, I'm into the alternative boxing
game.

Well, to be honest, I'm against the
establishment.

Hey, you're not one of these militant
tendencies, are you?

Power to the people. No, my da, you see,
had some strange ideas.

Well, he would have, wouldn't he? Oh, no
disrespect.

See, my daddy thought of boxing as a
folk art. Well, you're at these supper

shows now. Well, that's not fighting.

What I want is legalized street corner
scraps.

You're on my wavelength, Arthur.

Well, I like a bit of skill.

Skill? Skill is for snooker.

Blood.

Yeah, well, I like a little bit of
claret.

You're talking a drink.

I never use it.

I'll let you have a grand for your boy.

You what?

You heard.

I wouldn't set my alarm for that. You
think I'd let my Terry demean himself?

Do you know Jackie Wilson?

He had to prop him up for seven rounds.

Would it be an attraction?

I'd sell 200 tickets myself.

Oh, then he got two grand.

Two and a half.

Not on at the Albert Hall.

What do you want, blood?

Or Beethoven's Fifth?

What you doing?

What's it look like?

You do yourself a mischief. Come down at
once.

As your manager, I insist.

My what?

We got a result.

Money in the bank.

Jackie Wilson.

Ah, I thought that'd make you drop your
chamois.

What you talking about?

Come on down.

Window cleaning.

Yesterday it was audio... Steady,
steady.

Audio typing and play leader.

Is this the best I can do? Come on, what
are you on about?

All right, so it's a pirate show, but
you're top of the bill. I've told you

already, I'm not doing it.

Oh, you've got a better offer.

One night stand on the door of a disco,
it's your diary full.

Look, I'm offering you dignity, respect.
Are you kidding?

All right, money, of which you are
severely deficient at this moment in

Isn't that the truth?

Hey, you've still got your old dressing
gown.

I'll take it round the dry cleaners
personally for you.

Sponsorship.

Nick would love that. Two -hour
cleaning, our speciality.

My shoulders ain't big enough.

That name's on your trunks. Adverts on
your aris. You'd be a walking industry.

Want to share a tea bag?

Look, you'd be top of the bill.

You'd be in there with Jackie Wilson, ex
-champion of Great Britain and the

Commonwealth. That can't be bad, can it?

What's he doing it for?

Like his brethren, he's frittered away
his wealth.

Boozing all night, business ventures
that had no chance.

Fair -weather friends without an
umbrella between them.

In the immortal words of Willie Pepp...
First you lose your legs, then you lose

your friends, yeah.

You've got a month.

He owes me, doesn't he? Course he does.

You made him.

I could have been chap.

We'll have a tea bag each.

I trust we are not fleeing from the
scene of the crime.

Are you kidding?

Why? I see a face in unusual garb. A
residential area, six o 'clock in the

morning. I've got to take notice.

I'm training, aren't I? Yeah, but for
what?

I'm making a comeback.

I'm fighting in a month.

You had a fight last week, as I
understand.

That wasn't in Madison Square Gardens,
was it?

Where is this venue, then?

Ilford, I think. I'm not sure.

Well, a couple of briefs for your local
custodians of law and order would be

handy. No, that's after the department.

Sure. That'd cost me the royal box.

All right, we'll get you an orange box.

Oh, that is nice, isn't it?

If I wasn't going home now, I could nick
you.

What for?

I don't know. Sus?

Loitering with intent?

Parking on a double yellow?

It's been a bad week for me.

A nice bank robbery or a couple of
transvestites kidnapping the mayor would

in handy.

I haven't been in the local paper for
three months.

All right, I'll put a whisper about it.
I'll be obliged.

Do you reckon you're worth a bet?

Yeah, I'll do as happens.

Well, go on then, up on your toes.

You've had enough practice, haven't you?

Oh, my God.

I hope we've got an oxygen tent in
there.

After all, my reputation is at stake.

Oh, dear.

I hope you haven't got a Richard waiting
for you in a bedroom.

Just make a tea, will you? No, I've had
tea.

I haven't.

What a two and eight. I've got more
chance of beating Jackie Wilson.

Look at you.

Shut up.

I haven't done this for a long time.
Now, listen, what you need is a trainer.

I'm training myself, aren't I?

I do happen to know a bit more about
boxing than you, right? Oh, really? Is

not my subject, the noble art?

It's your start of a ten -hooks in the
university.

Cheap job, Terence, cheap job. You've
been found out, haven't you?

Here, come on in. Come on. Who was the
only man to win the heavyweight title

while he was down on the canvas? Max
Schmeling.

Max Schmeling. He got the title from
Jack Sharkey on a foul. You didn't know

that, did you? Come on, give us another
one.

What's the time? I could go on the telly
any time with Agnes Magnus. Who?

See, you don't even know who he is. The
Icelandic Scotsman with the electric

chair. Now, as your manager, I call the
shots.

And I nominate... Soldier Atkins.

Who?

Soldier Atkins.

Oh, soldier?

No, don't knock the old ones, Terry.

Oh, my God, I can hear it now.

Oh, yeah, Tommy Foner, he was a good
boy. And Len Harvey, there's another

gent, he was a right tough.

Oh, Soldier Atkins, oh, my God.

Oh, Tommy, you could have a fight.

It's not that you took your liberties
with Tommy.

Then it was Len Harvey.

What a gentleman. In and out of the
ring.

Straight left in the world.

Oh, soldier knows it all, don't you,
soldier?

Yeah, well, it's in the bones.

The old family.

It's why I have dear old mum waiting at
11 Stone and 7 Town. Your kind of stamp,

Terry. And a very similar style.

Walking in front of the old lady.

Undisputedly champion of the cop queue
during the war.

Look, with no disrespect, what are you
going to do for me?

I'm going to make you a winner.

People say the last pipe was hooky.

It was.

You were on a good idea and nothing.

It was a set -up.

Bit of villainy, maybe.

They just wanted to be sure.

I had him all over the place.

Simple -minded, ain't you?

Well, come on, Arthur, tell him.

Well, I mean, he was favourite.

Jackie Wilson, I mean. Oh, John, wasn't
he?

As I remember it, yeah.

What are you trying to tell me? He would
have won anyway.

Well, so they reckoned.

He was going to win. They just wanted
some insurance, right, Arthur?

Yeah, yeah, that's about the size of it.

They thought I couldn't win.

Well,

you kept storming about that for a
bleeding long time, didn't you?

Why not?

Wilson was in on it.

Oh, I guess better and better, doesn't
it? Do you mean to tell me he wasn't

trying? Look, it doesn't matter. It's
old history.

Then you had your close encounter with
the law.

Who cares, anyway?

Who cares? I care, that's who.

I reckon Wilson cares.

That's lovely, isn't it?

A couple of Asbings trying to even a
score.

I think he's got the ump.

Psychology, isn't it? A little bit of a
G up.

And you knew and all?

Everybody knew.

Except you.

Ah, to be fair, he was a bit tasty.

Was he?

Yeah. He was a clever fighter. A bit
flash.

But you can't take away his record.

And what's that make me, a mug?

Oh, no.

I'd say what you are is a natural
fighter.

Well, that's why they needed insurance
all them years ago. That's the thing

about a natural fighter. Knock you down,
you get up again.

Who needs all that?

It's a hell of a way to make a living,
though, isn't it?

Good, good.

Get up on your toes.

Be the governor. Put it in. Go on, go
on.

That's it.

Come on, Terry, move.

Use your right.

Good, that's it. Lovely, lovely.

Get inside.

Inside.

Cut him off.

Terry, come on.

Put it in.

Go on, be the governor.

I'd like to see a bit more venom.

I'd like to see a little less nicotine.

You all right?

Yeah. Just like the old days.

Yeah? Sorry.

Come

on.

Come on, Chris, the butcher's one of the
fancy.

At least show your respect.

Come on.

You're a bit of a celebrity now, you
know.

Apart from working for me, that is.

Oi, I'll pay you now.

Yeah, and what do I get, a pittance?

Oi, oi, oi.

All that sparring, prancing around you
do, that's job satisfaction for you.

I'm schlepping around contracts,
tickets, GBA to the year on from

it's good, isn't it?

Look, Chris.

What's up?

Hey, Terry.

You're going to win.

I tell you, I know.

For you, best got third line.

God bless you. He could eat two of them.

Why not?

You got the ticket?

There you are, four.

Score apiece. Best in the house.

Score? They say 15 pounds. Let me tell
you about this. You're not going to

believe this, but me, I, had to buy
those tickets from a towel on my

life. It's caught the public's
imagination.

All right, Arthur.

I want to see my old pal.

You haven't got a side of beef, have
you, Chris?

We could have a lovely snapshot of the
local rag of Terry bashing the beef,

in Rocky.

All cut up.

Spring lamb?

Yeah, that'll do. Hold on, hold on.

I'm not punching a little English spring
lamb.

That's your problem, you see.

No killer instinct.

Hey, hey, aren't they one of them
steaks?

You won't, then, for me.

Well, don't I eat?

As you're selling tickets over the odds,
you can buy yourself a turkey, can't

you? And some chipolatas. All right. You
eat them in the chin, I'll eat them in

the pocket.

Bon appétit. Bon voyage, Josh.

Hello,

Terry. Hello, Brenda.

I thought you'd be helping Jackie.

And you're always good for a photo at
the way, aren't you? Don't do a lot of

training these days.

I know.

Don't I get a little kiss?

Don't tell me, Brenda, he's got the flu.

Or he wants to do a deal.

Or somebody wants to hear his bed.

Those days are gone.

Who are you, the two of you?

It's a laugh, isn't it?

Yeah, you can have orange juice,
grapefruit juice, or a couple of tea

You really are serious, eh?

He's not.

He reckoned he could beat you any time.

I used to think that as well.

Should be a good fight, eh?

Yeah.

Bet you could lose an eye.

Whose idea is that? Yours or his?

The doctor said he's got a detached
retina.

Well, it's been a fight, then, surely?

Brenda, don't tell me. Go home and tell
him, all right?

Look, the fight doesn't mean anything.
No headlines.

Three lines in the local rag.

Look, if you don't want a fight, call it
off. I don't care. I'll fight someone

else. Well, what's he going to do? He's
skint.

But we've got two kids, mortgage, debts
up to here.

It's a joke fight. All I'm saying is let
it be a joke fight.

What am I, an all -in wrestler?

Old ladies like it.

Quick to lift it up.

Top main. Oh, no. It's in the attic.

Mr. Daly.

Oh,

may I trouble you for one of your fine,
lovely dolls? I seem to have mislaid my

own cigar case.

Now, this is the document in question,
Mr. Daly.

Yes, I have.

Superb, Chambers and Lincoln's Inn, some
years back.

Wanted to get back to the people.

Grassroots. They should have had office
on the ground floor.

This typing's not all that clever, is
it? Ah, dear old Miss Penrose.

It's a valuable aid, but I'm afraid her
nimble fingers aren't what they were.

No, I am accepting an order of a new
word processor next week.

How's business, Mr Lynch?

Oh, I say, slowish.

No problem, Mr Daly?

No, that seems all right. Short.

Ah, yes.

You were expecting a more intricate
document.

Now, I've dispensed with the
ramifications with the ground landlord.

This is what I call a simple transfer
from tenant to tenant.

Yeah, but is it, dare I use the word,
legal?

Mr Daly, I've worked with some of the
largest property companies in the state

and the land.

If I were to flourish the name, the...

Duke of Westminster?

Hang about. I'm not going to swallow
that.

Well, not recently.

No, no, I'm talking about the old Duke,
not the young one.

Another kettle of fish.

Oh, yes.

Well, if you just take this to your own
solicitor. My solicitor? I met him in

the street the other day. I said, how
are you? I got a bill from him two days

later.

I think I've heard that remark before.

Never.

Everything's got to be painted white.
Brilliant white.

Including the cat, if you can find him.
And you've got two days.

Bit strong, innit?

No, I'm not talking about your Davey
Hicks. Just splosh it on. White, white

more white.

You're going to have to work like black.

Thanks. Oh, no, no, no, no, no
disrespect intended.

I mean, it's a figure of speech, innit?
You know what I mean?

No, no, work like three sweaty Irish
navvies. That's better, innit? That's

worse. Wait a minute, I know you.

Yep.

Tweaked up the carbs, right?

Great.

Then how come you're suddenly the
fastest paint roller in Notting Hill

I'm moonlighting.

At least during the daytime.

Ain't I allowed to go to the hospital
occasionally?

Oh, I suppose you're a consultant porter
down there, are you?

Well, I don't care. Two days.

Guaranteed. Is there any chance of a
sub?

Sub? For materials like?

You've got all your materials.

We must have give and take in business.

You're not even sweating.

Ah, that was fun. Not running. Come on.

How about a nice cup of tea, eh?

Tea would be lovely.

Come on.

Oh, there's a shower through there if
you want it.

Okay.

You haven't asked me to come to the
fire.

I didn't think you'd like to.

I've never seen a boxing match.

This won't have a lot to do with boxing.

Nah, just be good for the punters,
that's all.

Old pros slow down, you see.

You can see all the punches and all the
misses.

Bit pathetic, really.

You make it sound bad.

It is a bit.

Is it painful?

Nah, well, body punches sometimes, I
suppose.

I mean, all the blood, it always looks
much worse for the punters than it

is. And it's funny with pain.

Depends whether you win or lose.

Anyway, you wouldn't like it.

I mean, they're special, the birds who
go to fight.

Relaxing? That's my boy.

I woke up this morning and I said to
myself, this is it.

Ernie Dawes had a dream.

You won.

And she's very hot on the premonition
thing, you know. When I had that little

Crown Court business, she had a... Oh,
my God.

Do you remember Nicky? This is Arthur.

You haven't? A broad daylight a few
hours before a fight? Nicky's just had a

shower. We were jogging. Well, that's
what they call it nowadays, is it?

Arthur. You realise what you're doing,
don't you? Draining your vital fluids.

As for you, miss, any more like you,
there'll be four million on the old King

Cole. This is my day off. Oh, yeah?
Handing out your supplementary benefits?

Well, listen, you... Look, I'm sorry, I
didn't warn you about him, did I?

And I don't like his innuendo.

Well, cover yourself up for a start. I'm
as liberal as the next man. No, you're

not. I walk into a well -known bird
bandit's lair. Shut up! Find some comely

Richard fronting a Harris round a gaff.
We were just about to have some tea.

Tea? You're supposed to be having a
medical check.

All right, no sweat.

No sweat? I'm the one who's sweating.

Any illnesses recently?

No. What?

No, I've been all right and fine.

There's nothing wrong with your eyes, is
there?

No.

No, they're fine.

He's definitely the Pope.

That don't mean he's not a good doctor.

Yeah, I'd like to have a go at that.

I'd like mine done.

Of course you can.

Might as well, eh? I bet I've got higher
pressure than you.

Oh, excuse me.

Doctor?

Listen, you're going to be at the
ringside.

Ringside? Yeah, you know, that big
square thing with ropes round it.

Well, of course. Open your mouth,
please.

What?

Couple of nasty cavities at the back.

He's a bleeding dentist.

You should see your dentist.

Huh?

Yes, and you should see your doctor as
well.

Why?

What? I said, why?

I don't want to worry you. Well, you
are. And I'm not sleeping well at night

either. How high is it?

High enough.

Oh, God.

It's your entrepreneur's disease, isn't
it? They're dropping like flies in

Frogmorton Street.

Look at you.

Fit as a flea. That's because you don't
do any work.

What am I doing tonight, then? It's
manual, isn't it? Physical.

Terry.

Churchill had what I've got.

Can't you give me a tablet to get me
through the night?

Just try your usual dud and large vodka.

That's nice, isn't it? I suppose you
think that's funny.

Don't worry, Mr Daly.

Oral hygiene is very important, but
nobody's ever been known to die from

cavities. What's he going on about?

I think you can. You'll get by.

Listen, Doctor, have you examined
Wilson?

Yes, he's fine.

What about his eyes?

Oh, he won.

Are you sure?

Are you doubting my confidence?

Oh, not at all, sir. No, I wouldn't
dream of it.

Oh, doubtless. Please, Doctor, what do
you reckon on the referee?

I hope you won't expect too much help
from me in the corner, Terry, with my

problem.

Hey! That could have given me a heart
attack.

Why isn't he saying anything?

He's edgy, isn't he? Bit of pressure,
see? Don't use that word. I will.

Is he confident?

Of course he is.

I've seen him like him.

Mean.

I am here, you know. I can't talk.

I don't know if he was the same.

Calm, but at the same time edgy.

Calm and edgy.

Wonderful.

He's ready to do the business. He's got
enough confidence.

Yeah.

Okay, chap.

A capacity crowd.

Yeah, and I sold most of them tickets. I
still haven't had any of the money yet.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

How's your boy?

Oh, terrific, terrific.

All right, let's do some shadow boxing.

Come on, up on your toes.

That's it. Now, inside, inside.

Boom, that's it. Good, good. Good after,
boy.

That's it.

That's for the tickets.

Any betting around?

Plenty. Even Stephen, see?

You fancy him, Teddy?

I'm not a betting man, but he's fit.

Wilson hasn't done a lot of work, like,
see, or drink and all that.

But he's got the class.

Yeah. But you want to bet Teddy. Well?

Who do I see?

I should have known.

Look, do you want monkey under purse? So
why don't you double that?

Yeah, but if he loses, I'll lose
everything, then.

Quick, that's you.

Eric's cousin. She fought Jack Bodell.
She goes to the loser.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main
event of tonight's boxing, a

bout of ten rounds boxing, introducing
the popular Fulham Typhoon, Terry

That's my boy.

Is that your idea?

It's an image, isn't it? And one of the
greats, ex -middleweight champion of

Britain and the Commonwealth...

got your notebook, Andy.

There's plenty of faces round here on
the wanted list.

It's Archie Harris. He's supposed to be
in Parkhurst.

We've got plenty of time, Terry.

Let's feel him out.

Knock him out now. Let's go home early.

Sickens away!

You don't want to fight?

Well, there's no reason for you not to
fight. I've got dough on me. On who?

Who else? The Fulham Typhoon. So let's
get busy.

Hey, do something.

Tell him about Len Harvey and Tommy
Farm.

Just settle down, son.

We've got nothing to be.

Be first, son.

Seconds away!

Easier. Knackered. We've got a dodgy
eye. Fall over then. I don't mean

anything. Don't hit me hard.

What then? Body shots. That's okay.

I ain't fall over then.

Make it good then.

You owe me money, Taffy. Oh, you reckon?
Definitely. He won, didn't he?

Well, that's a point of debate. I mean,
the refs stopped it.

You tell that to Wilson.

We're not talking about Mrs.

Queensborough's rules, you know? You
know what I'm going to do, Arthur?

No.

It's like one of those fights that my da
talked about. Never say that I'm not

generous.

You've got a result, Arthur.

Proud of you, son.

Street fight.

Yeah, well, most fighters start there.

We're on a game next month.

Forget that. Forget it. The world is
your lobster, my son. You've got a new

career. People's champion.

I had a career seven years ago,
remember?

You didn't get him away at all.

He'll have me bleeding teeth out.

What are you doing? You're supposed to
be taking us to lunch.

A couple of minutes. I'm just
refurbishing one of my new properties.

Hang about.

Does it hurt?

No, a little bit, that's all.

If you had a real job, you could claim
industrial compensation.

Compensation? From Arthur?

Who are you?

I might ask the same of you. I happen to
own this apartment.

What are you, a squatter?

I live here.

Oh, no.

Not Harry's wife.

I'm afraid you've been blown out, my
dear. If you will go off a double

salesman, desert the domestic home, I'm
not surprised Harry sold the gaff.

Who? This is a council flat.

Madam, I happen to be the legal tenant.

What did you say?

It's a council flat.

Oh, Mark.

I'm sick.

Never mind. A good lunch will talk you
up. Oh, food?

Yeah, and you're paying for it.

Terry, I want to go home.

You all right?

Dirty Harry's ripped me off, and the
jack's just gone right up me hay, Wayne.

Oh, no, don't make me laugh.

Oh!

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

I'll do it.