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(SLOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(CROWD CHANTS IN THE DISTANCE)

(GIRL) Damien?

(THEME MUSIC)

Wes? Wes? Wake up!

Laura found this.

Oh shit!

She was pointin' it at me, like.

Sorry, Damo. Probably best not to tell Da, yeah?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

-Mornin', sleepy heads!-Alright!

Did ya leave some for your da?

Yeah, Ma. I bought loads.

I can't eat a fry, Wes. I've gotta make weight.

I know. That's why I made you a healthy option.

Paddy be OK with that?

-Yeah, perfect! Nice one. -No problem.

-Can I go to Damien's fight? -No, love. It's too violent for you.

You'd wanna see the last one:

Damien flew through the air with a right hand like Superman,

into the jaw! The lad needed a pillow and a duvet!

Why?!

-Because he went to sleep. -Is that what happens in fights?

Only when they're up against Damien.

-Most fights end with a hug. -They always hug each other after.

I can't wait for tonight -I'm already buzzin'!

-Alright, Da?-How'd you get in?

I have me ways.

I made ya breakfast.You want a plate?

Damien, I need you to give me a with some jobs after school, yeah?

I can't, Da.I have my weigh-in at 5.

"Weigh-in"! You're like a bleedin' chopstick

Damien's gonna win his fight and we're all gonna be rich!

Is that what he's tellin' ya?

The only way you get rich round here is you stay in school and do your homework.

Damien? (SIGHS) Laura? Get your coats. Come on; we're l

See ya later.

I put some in a sandwich for ya.

-I don't want his food. -Come on! You'll be hungry.

See ya later.

Alright, bro.

-How's the weight? -I'm 2lb over.

Ah, you'll sweat that out no problem.

Donna and Ian wanna meet upafter the fight

and go to the K Holeto celebrate properly, yeah?

-That's if I win, ya mean. -What do ya mean IF ya win?!

You're gonna kill him! He's goin' home in a box!

Will ya put that away, will ya? You'll see her later.

But I don't even know if Nicola's comin' to me fight.

(PILOT REQUESTS PERMISSION TO LAND)

(AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER) Echo In two four. Clear for landing.

Chip?

-Seriously, Ian? -Aw, sorry, bro.

Me and Donna are gonna come to your fight.

-Nice one. -Yeah.

Better win.

Want a chip, Damo?

Yous are evil!

Has he ever been here before?

No. So we have to make him feel welcome.

I'm not gonna lick his arse if that's what ya want!

That's a shame. I was hoping ya would.

Look at the state of him!

Swanky twat!

Yeah. But if he can ship as much as she said he can,

then he can be as swanky as he fuckin' wants.

(WES) He didn't buy that shirt in Liverpool.

Right. Wait there.

How was the flight?

Beats airport queues.

Welcome to Ireland, Freddie.

I see ya brought the Spanish sun with ya!

You're gonna love it here. Trust me. Wait till ya see

the house we have for ya. Real comfortable and secluded.

Are your people ready?

Yeah, we're all set. 7'clock, we'll be there.

(UNIMPRESSED) Well, that's good, isn't it?

-He's gonna make us rich. -He fuckin' better.

-It's good to see ya, Bobby. -You too. Welcome home, sis.

(PADDY) Easy, Damien. Stay relaxed.

(PADDY) Good man.

(PADDY) Good!

(ENGINE SWITCHES OFF)

Right. So you have your master bedroom up here, yeah?

Down to the left,you have your lounge...

your kitchen area...

and take a look at this...

What do ya think, Freddie? Some view - wha?

Town's a fuckin' dump.

Yeah, well, ya don't need to go town. The boys'll help ya out.

You need anything at all...just gimme a call.

Can I get out now?

No. 10 more minutes.

57.5

Your body's fightin' it.

Keith, bring out some towels. You're nearly there, Damien.

We'll get you there; don't worry.

Here - put this on.

There's half a kilo to go.

OK, son?

(PHONE RINGS)

What's up?

-Butsy, we've got a problem. -Wha?

The van's been lifted. We need another one.

-Tell me you're fuckin' jokin'! -It's not my fault!

What's wrong?

The van's gone. You're gonna have to help Eric find another one.

What about Damo's weigh-in? I can't miss it.

You're gonna have to. And if you can't find a van, you can forget the fight as well.

Mrs Dunne?

Oh! Call me Dolores, please.

Dolores, nice to meet you. Please - have a seat.

-(BABY CRIES GENTLY) -I'm really sorry...

..my babysitter let me down at the last minute.

Not to worry. Em... so, I saw your CV you've experience in retail.

Yeah, I've years workin' in department stores,

a shoppin' centre, eh... a Spar before he came along unexpectedl

(BABY CRIES GENTLY)

Oh, but I'm ready to go back to work now.

OK.

-(BABY BECOMES MORE AGITIATED) -Oh sorry!

(DOLORES) Good boy! Yeah. Shh...

No problem. Take your time.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

(WHOOPING AND SHOUTING)

-(OFFICIAL) 57 kilos! -(CHEERING)

57 kilos even for Damien!

Come on!

(MAN IN CROWD) Kill that fat fuck, Damo!

I've had bigger shits than you, ya little fool, ya.

(CROWD CHEERS AND APPLAUDS)

(DOLORES) OK, now. Let's put your little foot in there.

-Alright? -(DOLORES) Hiya, Damien.

Wes wasn't at the weigh-in. Were you talking to him?

I was too busy. I had a job interview.

(TO CHILD) And you made a show of me, didn't you?

He said he'd be there.

You know what he's like. He says a lot of things.

There's nothin' to eat.

(JIM SIGHS)

Here.

Call the Chinese. And order me a chicken chow mein

I've to load up on carbs. There's not enough in a Chinese.

"Carbs"! Do ya hear him?

I'm not eating dry pasta'cos of your fight!

Order me a Chicken chow mein and put it in the oven

till I get back from the pub. Won't be long.

"Carbs"!

(DOOR SHUTS)

Did ya make weight?

Yeah.

Good for you, son.

Right, go.

(CHILD'S VOICE) Who are you?

It's alright.

I thought this was MY van.

Let's just forget I was here, OK

Yeah.

-What are ya doin'? -There's a kid inside.

-So? Kick him out! -I can't kick him out. He's a kid.

Look, will you just calm down and I'll sort somethin' out, yea

-What'll you sort out? -I'll get a fuckin' van!

-Did ya not ring the Chinese? -I did. It's on the way.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Laura? Come down for your dinner

(LAURA) One sec. I'm not finished.

(GENTLY) Laura, now!

No, I'm busy!

Gonna have to down there meself! Up ya go!

(LAURA CHUCKLES)

(DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)

(GATE CREAKS)

Alright, bro? Is the coast clear?

-He's gone for a drink. -Did you make weight?

Yeah. Where were you?

I got delayed. Sorry.

But look...

I got ya somethin'.

Thanks.

Listen...

I need a favour off ya.

I need to borrow Da's van for a few hours to do a job.

Do you know where he keeps his spare key?

Are ya not comin' to my fight?

Yeah, I am! But I gotta move some stock first, ya know?

Clothes and stuff.

I'll be there - don't worry! I'm not gonna miss your fight!

Da won't want ya takin' his van.

Damo, if I do this job, we can fill the fridge for the next year

I'm serious, Wes. Don't take it.

I'll have it back straight after. He won't even know it was gone.

Have I ever let you down?

Hmm? Even once?

Wesley? What are ya doin'?

I need to borrow the van for somethin' urgent, Ma.

I promise I won't be long.

No, you won't. You're not takin' his van.

I don't have time, Ma! I'm in a rush!

Wesley!

Wesley!

-Open the door! -(ENGINE STARTS)

-(WES) I love ya, Ma. -(DOLORES) Open the door now!

I'll see ya at the fight, bro. I'll be ringside.

Relax. Don't worry about it. He'll bring it back. It's gonna be fine.

-Alright? -What's up?

Why don't we wait till dark?

They're comin' in at 7.

Ya want me to ring the boat and tell them to wait?!

I'd say Freddie could ring the boat.

I told him we're all set. I'm not goin' back on it. - Why Not?

Look, if we pull this off, Freddie will make it a regular thing.

Now, are yous ready or wha?

Let's go.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hi.

All goin' to plan.

Good.

What about...

winters in Alicante...

and summers in Dublin?

You wha?

We could buy a place here. Over and back whenever we want.

If the deal works out,we'll have a look at that.

Well, you can trust Bobby.

He's never let me down.

I don't trust me own brother.

Don't see why I should trust yours.

He's the only family I have.

(EXHALES LOUDLY)

Why don't you come over here?

We'll do somethin' about that.

Make a little Freddie.

Why the fuck would I do that?!

Well, this is gonna be a fuckin' fun trip, isn't it?

They're droppin' off at the slip halfway down.

-Where's the boat?-They'll be here.

We shouldn't be here till they're comin' in.

-I thought you said 7 sharp? -You'll make the fight. Chill out.

I need to get me Da's van back first.

Your da's van?

-I didn't have time to get another one. -I thought I said non-traceable

We tried. Wes bottled it.

Ah, how hard can it be to get a fuckin' van, lads?!

I used it to move stock before. It'll be alright.

(COUGHING AND RECTCHING)

(PADDY) Damien? Come on, it's time. Let's go.

Where the fuck are they?!

Maybe it sank.

It didn't sink. Will you bleedin' relax?

How long more do you wanna wait in the fuckin' open?

We stay until they get here.

Are yous not gettin' it? This lad Freddie is fuckin' mint

If we offload this for him, we'll be makin' serious cash on the reg

(SCOFFS) Yeah. If they show.

He didn't make weight but the fight's goin' ahead.

Remember: keep the fight standin

If he tries to take you down, sprawl.

If he does get you down, just stay calm.

You'll find your way back to your feet.

Every round starts standing up,yeah?

You ready?

Is Wes out there?

-No. He hasn't arrived yet. -Damien...

..focus on your fight, nothin' else

You alright?

Good man.

-(LOUD MUSIC) -(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)

I can't get Bernie on the phone. Dunno what's fuckin' going on!

Does this Freddie fella know what he's at?

-Maybe Goose got to them. -Wha?

I heard he's getting out.

Mel heard it from a friend.

(SARCASTICALLY) Mel? It's true so.

-What's that supposed to mean? -Goose is locked up.

Anyway, what's he gonna do?!

We're takin' over. The Keegans are nothin' anymore.

Try Bernie again.

No need.

Showtime.

Hands out to the side.

Show me the gloves.

Teeth? OK, let's go!

(CHEERING)

(COACH, QUIETLY) Done in one. Done in one.

Keep your eyes open.

Tobin.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

Come on the fuck!

(BUTSY) It's good. Let's load them.

(ANNOUNCER)Ladies and gentlemen...

..three three-minute rounds in the flyweight division.

Introducing to you first, fighting out of the blue corner,

as an amateur, he holds a perfect record of five wins with no losses

-Fighting out of Paddy's Gym... -(CHEERING GETS LOUDER)

..dangerous Damien Dunne!

And his opponent across the cage fighting out of the blue corner.

He holds a record of nine wins with only one defeat.

Fighting out of North Side Gym:

Cathal Power!

Right, protect yourself at all times.

Obey my commands at all times. Iyou wanna touch gloves, do it now

(MAN IN CROWD) Hit him, Damo!

You ready? You ready?

-(BELL CLANGS) -(CROWD START SHOUTING)

Straight kicks!

-Finish it, Damien! -Yes! Damo, go on!

(SHOUTING DISTORTS AND FADES)

(DISTANT ECHO) That's it, come on. On your feet, Damo!

(SHOUTING BECOMES CLEAR AGAIN)

YES!

-(RAPTUROUS CHEERING CONTINUES) -(SOMBRE MUSIC FADES IN)

(INAUDIBLE)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Where's my van?!

Relax. Your dinner's in the oven

Never mind me dinner! Where's me van?!

-Wesley borrowed it for an hour. -Wesley?!

He just needed to help someone move house or somethin'.

That's what he's tellin' you!

You don't know what he's up to! Why didn't ya call me?!

I dunno! What else was I supposed to do?!

Ya coulda said no!

(FAINT SIRENS)

(ROARS)

(SIRENS BECOME LOUDER)

Shit.

Go! Go! Go!

Clear it!

-(CHATTER ON GARDA RADIO) -Where they gone?

Fuck, man! That was unreal!

-Right, Donna. -What's up, Damo?

Hear, you fuckin' chinned that little prick! Fair play, brother

Alright, Damo.

-So, are we gonna celebrate or wha? -Let's go!

Yeah, tonight we bring the chaosboys, yeah?!

(DONNA) Let's do this!

Half a fuckin' milldown the fuckin' drain?!

It wasn't our fuckin' fault!

What the fuck happened? It was a simple fuckin' pick-up!

Somebody must have tipped them off

Yeah. Well, it wasn't any of us, right?

-Then who could it have been? -Did the others get away?

I dunno. I haven't heard from Wes or Tobin. Can't get through to either one.

If they've been picked up, we need to leave NOW!

Wes and Tobin won't fuckin' talk, right?

They won't open their mouth.

You better fuckin' pray they don't

(DANCE MUSIC)

Damo? There's that Keegan bird you were seein'.

(INDISTINCT)

-You got the yokes? -(DONNA) Five each, yeah?

That little tramp Donna from the Hills here sellin' pills, lo

Jay, you're not fightin' a girl.

She's with two more of them!

I thought Andrew said no trouble

No. Fuck that! They're sellin' on our patch!

Get the fuck outta me way!

Oi!

What the fuck are you doin'?!

-What the fuck's it look like? -Sellin' on our patch, that's what!

Oh! Do somethin' you're a Keegan prick!

Fuckin' bastards!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(DONNA) Here, quick! Go! Go!

-(DONNA) Where the fuck's Damo? -(KEITH) He's gone already.

I wanted to see ya fight.

Why didn't ya?

You know why.

If my brothers knew I was goin' with someone from the Hill,

they would be so pissed off.

Do ya wanna piss them off even more?

Yeah.

(CAR ALARM SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE)

Are ya scared?

No! Why would I be scared?

Dating a Keegan.

-Are we datin'? -Depends.

On what?

How you feel about it.

Feels good.

Are you sure you wanna come into my house?

Yeah!

-Are you not sore? -(DAMO LAUGHS) No!

How did you get into it?

Like... MMA?

I was a kid.

Wes saw me hangin' out in the corner shop.

(SIGHS) He didn't want me turnin out like him.

So he took me down to Paddy's Gym

And it all started from there.

But... do ya not feel like...an animal... in a cage?

That's what everyone thinks. They think it's like human cock fighting.

It's not though.

Like, before ya can even step in the octagon,

ya need to at least know wrestling, jujitsu,

boxing, Muay Thai, kick-boxing.

Anyways...

Tell me about your painting.

Well... that's me piece to get into art college.

I have to do a portfolio. Now, it's not quite finished, but

It's deadly!

At least I wasn't battered by a young wan!

No, no! That little slut didn't lay a finger on me!

She'll get what's comin' to her.

Who's that comin' outta your gaf

Do I know you, do I?!

I've seen him before.

I know his fuckin' face.

Fuck him. (WHEEZES)

(DISTANT SIRENS)

(FAINT DREAM-LIKE CHEERING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(LOUD THUD)

(LOUD THUD)

I'm Damien! I'm not Wesley! I'm his brother! He's not here!

What are ya doin'? What are ya arrestin' me for?

I did nothin'!

-What are ya doin'?! -(SHOUTING)

-What are ye doin'? -(LAURA CRYING)

-I didn't do anything! -Da? Da?

Let him go! He didn't know about it. Leave him alone!

He didn't do anything! Da?!

-(DAMIEN) Da? -(LAURA CRYING)

Wesley took the van! He didn't know about it! It wasn't him!

You and me need to have a little chat.

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