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What time is it?

Time to get up, babe.

Is Bridget at school already?

Did I brush my teeth?

Yeah. Yeah, you did.

Yeah. Of course I did.

I'm going to work today.

So are you going to go out for another
walk?

Yeah.

The doctor said it's good for me to
walk.

He's right.

He said these things take time.

What is it?

Nothing, I was just thinking maybe I'll
come out with you.

It seems silly you walking down the
streets on your own.

What's going to happen to me, eh?

I can't take care of myself, you know.

Come on.

Short walk, eh?

See you next time.

Do you remember that fucking time?

We had a leg hit across the fucking
parking bridge.

Tony goes and nicks his fucking cousin's
helmet and fucking legs it. I was up on

that then, aren't I? It's a shit face.

Couldn't fucking keep up. That was
fucking fast.

Well,

you think we screwed the fucking place?

So then, how's it going, mate?

The headaches.

They haven't been that bad recently.

They're finally starting to slow down.

That's good, isn't it?

Okay.

The thing with brain injuries is that
the recovery period

can be anything, really.

It takes as long as the body takes.

But, you know...

With me, it's been only ten months,
hasn't it? I mean, other people are not

lucky.

You, er... You got a beard.

You've lost weight, too.

Anyway, I want back in.

Oh, Tony, I think you should take small
steps.

Fuck the small steps, Pete.

It's my fucking firm.

What, do you think I'm going to let you
two numpties run it in my absence?

We already are, Tony.

No, mate, don't worry about that. We'll
keep you updated. No problem.

What's been happening, anyway?

You know, same old thing.

Aye.

Anyway, look, Bridget's going to be home
from school, so sorry if you're going

to have to fuck off.

I mean, you could take your beers with
you.

Oh, no, you alright?

No, I mean it. I mean, she's going to be
back home any minute, so... Alright,

mate. Yeah? Well, uh, good to see you,
and, uh, yeah, look after yourself, and

see you soon.

Right, mate.

Look after yourself, alright?

Yeah, alright, mate.

Um, sorry, mate. Yeah. That's all right.
Don't worry. No problem. See you

around, all right? Okay.

And?

And what? What do you think?

What do I think?

Well, he's worth enough fucking pork.

Yeah, he was, but... Fucking hell. Yeah,
fucking hell indeed.

You still use his house, though.

What?

For what we've got planned. Tony's
house.

Tony's house is going to be the perfect
meeting place, isn't it? Fucking hell,

Larry. What?

Show some fucking respect, you cunt.
I've got respect.

But if we use Tony's house, he'll feel,
you know, part of it, won't he?

Larry, you are unbelievable, mate.

What?

Don't look at me like that. You were
just sore because I got in there first.

You really are a cunt.

Yeah, but you love it.

Yeah, yeah.

But if his missus finds out, she'll flip
our fucking shit. No, she fucking

won't. Fucking hell, Harry.

Right.

Come on, let's get this thing going.

Yeah. Let the World Cup begin!

Head movement. Double jab.

Nice, nice.

That's it.

Keep your gloves up, you fucking muppet.

No, not muppet.

There he is. Take over, mate.

Hey, Larry.

Hello? Yeah, he'll be fine. It might
make him feel useful.

Is he that bad?

Like me.

He ain't good, Kev.

Doesn't matter. Well, look, we'll get
the venue sorted and they'll have a

good time visiting, all right?

I'd still think it'd be easier if we'd
had a fucking crack at it.

Piss off. We wouldn't make it past the
airport, would we?

Besides, here we can control it.

It's your boy.

Yeah, it is.

He's a fucking demon.

He'll easily take out that Russian
prick.

You sure this is a good idea?

Yeah.

It's all about the fucking honour of
those fucking Russians, believe me.

Do you take that?

I fucking know, son.

Keep your hair on.

There they are.

Hello, lovely lady. Not quite.

Bollocks, I've forgotten how loud these
fuckers can be.

Alright, alright.

Know what I'm like.

So, are we sorted?

Yeah. We'll use Tony's as an unofficial
meeting place.

Unofficial? Yeah, but nothing too
fucking overboard.

Alright. You know what I'm like. Yeah,
that's what I'm worried about.

Well, maybe you worry too much, Kevin.

So... Do you want to know what's going
to happen or not?

You're going to enjoy talking through
it. Love it.

Love it.

So, the first thing we do is we get our
good friend Vlad from the airport.

And the first event is football. Five
asides.

We can't have our World Cup over there.
We'll have our own tournament over here.

Shortly after, we'll have the poker.

Have a lovely game of poker.

Presided over by our American friend.

Tex -Mex.

And our grand finale?

The best Russian ultra against our best
one, Raisin Bill.

Well, I hope you're going to be more
lively than that when it goes down.

All right, Johnny, I think we get the
fucking picture, OK?

When do we start?

As soon as we can.

Now, this Tex -Mex friend of yours, is
any good at this sort of thing?

Latin.

It's me we're talking about here.

Yeah, exactly. That's why I want some
fucking reassurance. He is good at this

sort of thing.

Peps Metz is the best. He's gambled
everywhere from fucking Rio to Vegas and

everywhere in between.

So I'm just the American thing?

You what? He said Rio and Vegas and
everywhere in between.

They're on the same continent.

What the fuck are you blathering on
about, Pete? Well, they are on the same

continent. Shut up, shut up, shut up.
All of you, fucking hell.

This needs to go off without a fucking
hitch, right?

Without a fucking hitch.

Fucking hell, Kev. What are you so
worried about?

Raging Bill the band.

Which one's Raging Bill again?

Thank you.

How is Dad?

Oh, you know.

Up and down.

Take each day as it comes.

I can't believe how long it's been.

I know.

A long time.

Anyway, changing the subject.

That's pretty.

Thank you. Bits my thumb.

Where did you get it?

Just a little shop next to the salon.

Why do you laugh?

Bye.

Who was that?

Oh, your neighbour.

Oh.

Bridget's gone to school already then?

Yeah. I'm off soon as well.

Yeah? Yeah.

Oh, okay. Well, I might go for a little
walk myself.

You know, stretch my legs, clear my head
a little. Yeah.

They're coming later.

Oh, yeah.

I hope you don't mind.

I don't know.

As long as you don't get too rowdy.

I know what you're like when you're
together.

Yeah, it can get a bit wild, can't it?

Just a bit.

You know, it would be really good to see
it, though. I mean...

I haven't seen them properly in months.

It'd be good to help.

Even if it isn't a small way.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah. Thanks, love.

Well, it keeps you busy.

No, funny business.

Love. It's me.

Longer than you think, my friend.

So... You're over here for the...
action, then?

Yeah.

Mad on the road, yeah, does that. Two
men leave the road, tinkers fight that.

Man about to win all year with no cut
back.

That's right.

Dead man, dead man, dead man, dead man,
dead man, stay mad, dead man, stay mad,

dead man, so mad, dead man, so mad, dead
man, so mad, mad, mad, mad.

It's my employer!

It's my employer!

Fucking swivel! Fuck off! Fuck off!

Keep your legs right back.

You doubted your destiny.

Maybe.

But we will talk later.

He's a massive winner.

Four knockouts as well, haven't you,
Raging Bill?

Yeah. Yeah.

Right. Raging Billy doesn't say a lot.
He barely speaks.

He just lets things do the talking.

Yeah.

So, how have you been anyway, Tony?

I've been good, thanks.

Have you seen my daughter?

No, mate. Not lately.

I've got to introduce her to her.

She's so sweet.

Are you going to come to this fight
later?

Fight? Raging Bill, he's going to
demolish that Russian bastard.

Russian?

Yeah. It doesn't matter. We're playing
football later. You fancy it?

What are you playing?

Watching from the side, taking a few
bets. The usual, you know.

Vlad will be there.

The Russian ultra head.

Look, it doesn't matter.

Ultras.

Yeah, look.

It doesn't matter. I reckon the fresh
air will do you some good.

Why don't you come along? And if you
enjoy it, why don't you come and have a

flutter on the flight later?

I was in a fight once.

Oh.

Yeah.

Of course you were, mate.

I'm done.

Tony. Bridget?

Come on, don't be like that.

Don't be upset.

I just... drifted.

Drifted?

Drifted?

Where's Bridget?

Is she at school?

Jem?

Ah, there he is. Hello, my son.

I'm Johnny. And this?

Tex -Mex.

What a meeting.

Yeah, take a seat and I'll be with you
in a moment, yeah?

All right, buddy.

Thank you.

Tony, are you alright, mate?

Yeah.

How the fuck did he get in here?

What do you mean?

You let me in. You let us both in.

Oh, yeah.

Do you want a cup of tea?

No, mate. You've already made us one.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

You'll have to bear with me. I have
these moments.

Fuck. I'm sorry to hear that, Tony.
Really.

Well, it is what it is.

I'm just trying to figure out what
happened to me.

You know what happened, don't you?

You took a hit to the head.

Not many people come back from that one.

Tell me about it.

Not to the head?

Oh, yeah. Our friend was something of a
legend back in the day. Weren't he?

Something like that.

Legend, huh?

His words, not mine.

Oh, come on. He was legendary, Ted.

I mean, unbelievable. He could make meat
out of anyone.

I had my moments.

Moments. Fucking moments.

Legend.

Exactly.

So, you're American, right?

Indeed I am, sir. Texan through and
through.

Dallas.

Who shot J .R.? Yeah, Dallas J .R. Guys,
come on. How old do you see what I

found? My friend here doesn't understand
a quality conversation when he hears

it.

What the hell is this shit?

Tea.

You got coffee?

Yeah,

I think so.

Please?

I do not know how you'd like me to drink
this shit.

I wouldn't knock it, Tex. Come on. An
empire's built out of this stuff.

I seem to recall us throwing you out of
our little country.

Yeah, yeah. You'll soon come crawling
back.

Sure. You just keep waiting, my friend.

So, try that on facade.

So, knock to the head.

You were saying earlier about your knock
to the head.

Is that why you're so spaced out when
you saw me and Johnny?

Yeah.

Well, uh... It's really hard for me
sometimes. I, uh...

I'm still trying to figure it out.

I had this... blow to my head.

The back?

Yeah.

Not me unconscious.

Jeez. I've got this swelling on the
brain.

And the doctors said, oh, we'll relieve
a bit of pressure.

You know, or some shit like that,
anyway.

By the way, I'm...

Totally fucked.

Oh, well, you'll be all right soon,
Tony. I reckon.

You think?

Yeah. Sure you will.

My daddy, he served in Nam, suffered a
brain injury, bounced back eventually.

That's good to know.

So you coming tonight?

Where?

The poker.

You fancy it?

Well, as long as I don't gamble.

Fucking hell. I'm not going to let you
gamble.

Why not?

Just you watch me sweep the table with
our Russian friend.

Oh, yeah. But I reckon Vlad's going to
want some revenge after that football

match. Yeah.

I'm going to have to be on my toes.

You think he'll speak?

Hell, I wouldn't put it past him.

I've seen Vlad in a high -stakes poker
game before.

Didn't end too well.

You called him cheating?

Oh, yeah.

What did they do to him?

Oh, he was fine.

The dealer had his leg broken.

I'd like to have a chat with him.

Why?

He knows who hit me on the head.

He does?

Yeah.

I'd like to get a little bit of payback
before he goes back to Mother Russia.

Hmm. Well, I suppose it would.

Settle that you're coming tonight.

Well... Hang on a minute, guys. I mean,
I've got to square with the missus, and

we've still got to get a babysitter for
Bridget. So can you hang fine? I'll let

you know later.

Can I ask you a serious question?

Shoot. Does anyone in this wet country
know how to make a damn decent cup of

coffee?

Bring it up, guys.

All right, chaps, you know the rules.

So I don't have to remind you again,
okay?

Now, even though I plan on English soil,
the same rules apply to everyone.

Wow,

you have really nice muscles

I'm out.

I'm in.

So, my American friend, let's see what
you've got.

Don't worry about it, Vlad.

You sure you want to see the last card?

You may have won this round.

You bet your ass I won this round.

I need a drink.

Looks like the Cold War has gone and
started again.

I don't understand why we're playing
this fucking game when we could be

Russian roulette.

Oi.

Keep your thoughts to yourself if you
want to sit at my table and play by the

rules. Does James Bond play by the
rules?

I like James Bond.

Poker is a game of skill.

It's a game of chance.

Really.

Kevin here won the last round because he
bluffed.

He only had three of a kind.

Hell, my hand beat his.

As did yours.

But we all assumed Tevin had the greater
hand.

Not letting that happen again, of
course.

So, you're saying to my esteemed friend
that

it's not about the skill, more about the
bullshit.

I am.

Only the American would say that.

Come on, buddy. We're all guilty of it.
Every single one of us. Now, how often

do our leaders get to be in a dick
-measuring contest?

I say it's a bit difficult for our
leader.

Consider she's a woman.

Good point. Look, my point is, it's all
competition.

It's all fucking showing off.

It's like a peacock showing off its
fucking feather.

Boys will be boys.

Exactly. My team friend here.

She knows what I'm talking about.

So the only skill in poker is in how
well you can lie?

Yeah. It's a skill, isn't it?

Jen, if you don't mind, we've reached
the final round of betting.

Lazy chip.

I'm out.

Fuck.

I'm out.

Oh yeah?

One single hand.

You sure you want to?

What's

the

matter, Vlad?

You look a little worried there.

Like I said, ain't nothing more
bullshit.

Bullshit! Oh, come on, Vlad. Don't be so
fucking sore.

This game is called poker. I'm bound to
kick your ass at the game.

Poker!

You know, despite the

differences, I've enjoyed this game of
yours.

Well, there you go.

You got me feeling all emotional.

Don't be too emotional.

I'm not about to let you come home and
fuck my sister.

You got a sister?

Hell, now I'm interested.

Don't worry.

I'm not about to bait the Russian bear.

A wise decision.

You bet your ass I'm ready.

All in.

Wait.

I haven't seen your cards.

You're gonna have to go all in, boy.

Oh, God.

We

have

to go through this again.

You haven't seen my guts.

Show him, boy.

Show me your car.

You look a little nervous.

What the Sam Hill?

This is how we play poker.

Speak to you in a bit.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Tex -Mex thinks these are shit, but I
kind of like them.

I think.

I will try it later.

You need light?

Tony, what the fuck do you want?

You played really well.

I didn't cheat.

No.

You hustled him instead, didn't you?

The others, they don't know you as well
as I do.

Your memory is not so bad, huh?

Taz's moments.

But you did hustle him.

Flipping that table like that move, by
the way.

Losing your temper?

Nah.

That's not you.

I should have played you.

Would have been worthwhile.

Didn't think I was gonna lose that one.

Shit.

Hi, Clint.

How much did you lose?

I didn't lose.

I know you lost.

How much did you take it for?

Not a lot. I'll win it all back.

Sorry, Clint.

I gotta go. I got another call holding
up.

Hey, man, don't hang up on me. Hi,
beautiful.

Don't you beautiful me?

I just heard we went for 60K.

Please tell me it isn't true.

Um, honey, I didn't lose at all.

I'll win it back, all right?

You need to...

or else. Hey, honey, I gotta go. Your
connection here is really, really bad,

I'll talk to you later, okay?

Don't you dare hang up on me.

Tax!

More conversation anyway.

I want to know who he is.

Don't he?

Lass, if you respect me, if you really
respect me,

you would tell me.

I do respect you.

The fight.

Be there.

I will set up meeting.

He's here.

What's his name?

When you see him, you will know.

What do you mean?

Life moves on, Donny.

What the fucking hell was that?

He outplayed me.

Outplayed you? He fucking destroyed you.

Fuck you. Look, relax.

Relax. Relax.

You didn't lose your money. You lost
ours.

The end of the week, you'll get it all
back, right?

You seriously suggest that we'll be able
to win it back based on that fucking

fight?

Why not?

Raising Bill will be able to. Stop
calling him Raising Bill, Johnny.

For fuck's sake.

He's good.

Fucking hell.

Lads.

Do you know anything about this Russian
geezer?

Vlad said he was, um, he said he was
over it.

Oh.

Sorry.

Look, Ev, if the lads are there, then
we're all tooled up.

Tooled up?

Yes, the fucking ultras, but they're
over here on our turf, our territory.

Without the fight?

No.

We do the fight, but if it goes south,
we take them out.

There's no fucking honour in that.

All due respect, Kevin, we're probably
having a similar conversation.

You know it.

We take it back by force.

By force?

Well, we're a fucking family.

All right, then.

We're two of one night fucking time.

Yeah? Yeah!

Well, come on, Nick!

Tony?

Jim.

What are you doing, babe?

Everything looks so different.

Different? Different how?

I don't know.

Can't put my finger on it.

Well, you're tired.

Why don't you come back home and have a
rest, eh?

What is it?

Can't we just move on, Tony?

Can't just move on.

I'm trying to piece my life back
together again.

It's my life too, Tony.

Well, you've got a funny way of showing
it.

You just seem so set on having it like
the old days.

The old days?

Ten months is no time at all.

You had a fight and you got hurt.

And where's the mystery?

Don't you think I deserve to know who?

Yes, but for God's sake, Tony, can't we
just move on?

No.

Please, Jim.

Please tell me.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Not ten months.

The fuck can happen?

Goddamn.

It was the punch.

It affected your brain deeper than they
thought.

How can it be?

You're, um...

Your memory is scattered.

You can't form a... You can't form a new
memory.

Would you like him?

You just... You forget. I mean, time...
Time doesn't mean anything

to you.

Doesn't mean anything to me. Would you,
mate?

Don't we always get to this point, don't
we?

You, um... You remember... What point?

You remember... You piece everything
together.

But then... Bridget? You forget.

Who is... Who is pretty?

He wanked.

over his face.

You do?

Yeah.

You've never remembered before.

What? You've never remembered before.

What do you mean?

They, the doctors, they said that it may
be possible to break the cycle

and regain your memory if you remember
the trigger.

Who hit me?

Yeah.

I would remember.

I wouldn't forget, Bridget.

I wouldn't forget.

You're their neighbour?

No, I live up the road, but...

I'm not your neighbour.

Oh.

Erm... Is that your kid?

Clare. That's Clare.

She's my little bundle of joy.

She says she wants to play on her own
for a little while.

She's a bit of a handful now.

Didn't know you were up, Tony.

Yeah, it's okay, Mum.

I'm making him some toast.

Hang on a minute.

Did you just say... Mum?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Mum, I shouldn't say anything, but I
just thought, what the hell?

I wanted to make my dad toast once in my

life.

With you actually knowing that it's me.

I have to check.

It's your daughter, Tony.

Bridget.

Your little girl grew up.

She grew up.

I'll forget again, won't I?

Yeah.

You'll always forget.

What are you telling me?

I'm telling you, Tim.

Time's gone on you.

You're remembering less.

Soon you... You won't remember anything.

It's degenerative, Tony.

Soon, your brain functions won't.

I'll die.

You've told me this before, haven't you?

What time can I count?

Why are you still with me?

Why?

Because I'm your wife and...

I'll fight him.

No gloves.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new
challenger.

Russia!

Don't you fucking move!

Tony. I know who you are.

You're the bastard who did this to me.

Please, not in front of my daughter.

You took away my daughter?

Perhaps I should do the same to you.

Maria, go.

That it's been ten years since you did
this to me.

Has it been ten years already?

Yeah.

Ten fucking years.

Now it's time.

We finally sell this.

You.

And me.

Now.

Ten years is a long time, my friend. I'm
not your fucking friend!

Believe me, you are.

There is no way I can fight you.

You help.

Get up and fight me like a man.

Where's your pride?

Hmm?

I thought you Russians always had pride.

Like many other things I had.

Get up.

Slash you to shreds.

Don't you fucking laugh at me! I said,
don't fucking laugh at me.

I wish I could get up.

I said, I wish I could get up.

If you want me to get up, you will have
to fetch my stick.

My fucking walking stick.

There.

I couldn't get up to fight you even if I
wanted to.

You get it now?

I thought it was only months figuring
this shit out.

Death is... It's been much longer.

You are not my only enemy.

All this five years ago.

What happened?

A beating.

My nerves and motor functions.

They do not have long.

I don't have long either.

Ah.

The brain damage. Is it... Is it worse?

My memory is...

Vlad said he felt that we should meet
one last time.

He said, you deserve to know that I am
just as fucked

as you are.

Here.

So what now?

Drink?

This.

Mama's special recipe.

It's good.

No vodka?

No, no, no.

Cheers, tovarish.

Feel like I can fly.

Feel I'm chasing time.

The second takeaway.

Just another hit. And I'll be on my way
now.

I feel like I can fly.

You're begging me to stay. There's no
escaping you. You're flowing through my

veins now.

I feel like I can't fly.

so long