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Fuck off!

I mean, you know, you could see its...

Its little heart pumping away.

It's going like the clappers, see,

and I made that.

That little heart is gonna have to keep pumping

for 70, 80 odd years, and I made it.

Fucking blew me mind.

He wouldn't tell us whether it was a boy or a girl.

You'll want to take a left, mate.

Hey, you need to get in the other Lane.

Well, come on.

You... you missed the fucking exit.

Who's the driver, me or you?

Can't believe you done that.

Who's the driver, me or you?

We're gonna get stuck in traffic now.

I know where I'm going. This is my manor.

So what the fuck do you know about...

Are you deaf?

How am I expected to make an important phone call

with you two squabbling in the background?

Pinky and bloody...

H-hello?

Yes. I'll hold on.

We're gonna be late now.

You want to keep your bollocks, fucking shut up.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Hello. Yeah... Hold on a minute.

I know where...

Fucking shut it!

Apparently there's a problem with the stretch limo.

Well, that's not good enough.

Look, you tell your manager

that today is a very special day for me.

No, it's not my birthday.

It's more important than that.

You tell him we'll be by to pick the car up at 6:00.

Tell him he's off my Christmas card list.

Just trying to hire a fucking stretch limo.

What's this, the scenic route?

Billy, about this stretch limo,

I don't want to drive it.

They're an absolute nightmare in London,

and they look ridiculous as well.

I mean, the whole thing is set up...

Shite! Slow down!

Don't talk to me when you're driving!

You could have caused a fucking accident!

What'd you come down here for?!

All right, all right! All fucking right!

This is a one-way road.

What?

Th-the road.

Tell the geezer to move the car.

The road's one-way.

I was only going one way.

But it's the wrong way.

We're in a bit of a hurry. Do you mind backing up?

I was just saying this is a one-way street.

Stoney, you haven't got time to make new friends.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey!

This is an emergency.

No, you have, if you don't move the fucking car.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hang on.

No! No!

All you had to do was be polite.

Here, you can't just do that!

Wait!

Tonight, when I get out of the stretch limo,

I want one of you to hold the door open for me.

Mr. Simpson, can I have your autograph?

Oi, oi! Excuse me!

Your job.

You can't leave it here.

I'm sorry. You'll just have to move it over there.

Oi, oi.

Didn't you hear what I just said?

Yeah. All I'm saying...

Shut up. Shut up. Right? Right?

Look, he's rushing around like a blue-arsed fly,

he's got a hundred and one things to do,

first fight starts in 4 hours time,

so give us a fucking break, will you?

I don't know why you took him on.

He's been with us 2 minutes, all he does is take the piss.

Mr. Fleming. A proud day?

For me, at least.

I... i don't want you to think I feel bitter about things.

Water under the bridge?

Feel as bitter as you like, Billy.

I still think the best thing I've done for boxing

is to keep you out.

You see that?

He nearly ruins my life,

and what do I do? I shake his hand.

I'm too bloody soft, I am.

Everybody in the vip section

has to have a pass.

If the queen and the pope walk in arm-in-arm,

they don't have a pass, they don't get in.

There's gibbo.

Discreet, Mel.

Ok?

Yeah. There's no problem, luv.

Mel! Mel! Mel! Mel!

Discreet.

And not him. Him.

Where are the vip seats, Stephanie?

It's that section.

That's not nearly enough.

I wanted 50. Who's sitting there?

Commentators.

Press. And that's for disabled.

Wheelchairs?

I'm all for the disabled, obviously.

Are they vision-impaired?

Well, stick 'em up the back.

Billy, any chance of an interview?

I'd love one, darling, but give me 10 minutes, ok?

Mr. Simpson... Sit down.

Hey! I got this tie at the harrods sale!

Don't whinge.

Get out! Sorry, girls.

Get out!

Piss off! Piss off!

Fuck off!

Sod off! Sod off!

Thought you said she was expecting a baby.

Stoney, where the hell are you?

Here, guv!

I'm doing the TV interview

and then I'm going to see golden boy,

but I better go home and have a shower.

But first I got to deal with you!

I shouldn't doing this today, gibbo.

Doing what?

I promised the TV 4 hours of fights tonight.

I gave you a bunch of fucking money

for the fighters for the preliminary bouts.

And I provided 'em!

Yes, well, you withdrew 3.

They got flu! I brought in others!

Dead bodies.

They are not dead bodies!

Knockovers.

So you could pay 'em rubbish and keep the money for yourself.

And what about this bloke

who was the sparring partner for holyfield?

He must be 50 if he's a day!

29?! I went to school with him!

When'd he last work out?

He looks like Hattie fucking Jacques!

I've waited years for today!

My own son fighting for the world title!

The last thing I need is a TV producer

worried that the bouts won't go more than 2 rounds!

Unh!

I shouldn't be doing this.

I got arthritis in these fingers.

This is your job.

You can't handle it, can you, Billy?

The pressure.

Pressure?

This is the best day of my life.

How do I look?

Billy?

Anything you like.

Come on, lads. Let me go.

Tell you what. Hold his arm out.

Stoney.

Sorry, gibbo, but you've been fucking silly.

Hold him still. Hold him still.

All right. Just a minute. Hold him still.

Don't tell me. Veronica lake, right?

And you, dear, you could make an old man very happy.

And? And?

So, come along, girls. You don't want to be late.

Come on, luv. There you go.

I'm gonna get you. I'm really gonna get you.

Jake, calm down or you won't watch the fight!

I hate it when the menu's in French.

Dad can be so pretentious.

What's pretentious about paté?

Can you leave room for the floral displays, please?

Jake!

You're in the way!

So, what if he don't win?

What if the boy wonder loses?

We still celebrate, do we?

I am sorry to trouble you, madame,

but it is still not clear

whether you are having a pudding wine.

Pudding wine?

I'll find out.

Come on, girls.

Where's the TV girl who wanted to interview me?

Hello? Hello?

Where's the TV girl?

Where's the fucking...

TV girl?

Jake, that is your last chance!

Is that Mel?

May I speak to my dad, please?

Well, I just called him dad, so who do you think it is?

It's his daughter. Ruth.

I don't care if he's busy.

Well, make sure he calls me back.

I'll let you know about the pudding wine.

Can't stand women like that.

You know, the sort that change their knickers

every half an hour.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

These things cost money!

What's going on?

This is detective inspector Grant.

He wants to talk to dad.

What about?

Well, he wasn't at home.

Has he gone back to the venue?

Do you know what's happening today?

Ruth, they do need to talk to him.

She called him just now.

I don't know where he was.

Are they the extra menus?

Ok. Can you get someone to help

if you see me husband, he's back with the tables.

It's important we get it right.

Get it wrong, my dad will hit the roof, ok?

Yes.

We've still got the same problem.

250 guests, 200 places.

We'll have to sit on each other's laps.

Can you tell your governor

I'd like a word with him, please?

I am not having today ruined for him!

Do you understand? He's waited so long!

Hey.

Aaah!

Just in case your eardrums have gone,

I want you to read my lips.

When the yank comes in,

I want you to keep the music quiet.

When my boy comes in,

I want you to make the music loud.

But that's not fair, is it?

Do you want to keep your job?

Oi. Bloody amateurs.

Eddie doesn't want to rehearse his entrance.

Sort the boy out, Billy, 'cause we're going live.

What do you mean Eddie doesn't want to rehearse his entrance?

Well, if he screws up his big entrance,

we're going to have god knows how many viewers.

My boss is going to have my head on a stick.

Hey, Eddie will be fine.

I just want him to rehearse for the cameras.

I'll talk to him.

Billy, he is not up for this.

Vic, calm down. Eddie is gonna win.

Eddie is gonna win, and we're gonna be all so rich

and so excited, we're all gonna be shagging each other.

Or one of them, preferably.

Hello, my Dolly.

This is gibbo's heavyweight for the fourth bout.

Hattie Jacques.

Don't look 29, that's for sure.

29 stone maybe.

Bigger tits than your ex-Mrs., Billy.

Billy. We meet again.

Frank.

Billy. How's your boy today?

He seemed a little nervous at the weigh in.

He's fine. And yours?

Bored.

A head that big should be very easy to hit.

I'm very happy for you, Billy. Really.

This man has been in the business all these years,

he finally gets a chance at a big presentation.

What is it, 4 bouts?

Five.

Five. Five.

And your boy's topping the bill.

Mr. spedding...

Your dressing room is ready.

May the best man win.

We hope so.

Yeah.

How do you feel about fighting in a toilet?

To think I flew those cunts over club class.

Run promo.

The golden boy has been stunning so far...

Cutting a path of destruction

with a series of spectacular knockouts.

Shiner Simpson's finally got a possible champion

and it's his own son!

Can he do his dad proud?

Or is this fight a case of too deep too soon

for the prospect who seems to have it all...

Speed, stamina, guts, power, good looks...

Is the golden boy set for stardom?

What is it with you? You're never happy.

Stoney, tell Vic a joke so you can get him to smile.

Can we do that interview now?

I'm just going to have a quick word

with my fighter, Julie.

Jane. Jane.

You are contractually bound to...

Eddie? Eddie!

Are you Jeff stone?

Yeah, he is.

I'm thinking of doing

a documentary on unlicensed fights.

Is it... is it true

you once fought 3 rounds with a pit bull?

Where is he?

On the roof.

Eddie!

Yes!

Oi! Billy!

Come on, son.

What the fuck are you playing at?

Eddie!

Come on. Get a grip on yourself?

The old man's coming.

Billy. Billy, take it easy?

Vic, will you have a herbal tea or a wank or something?

Calm down, for god's sake?

Eddie?

Eddie?

Vic tells me you're not feeling too good.

Eddie?

Come on, tell me.

Here.

Now, tell me.

The TV people were up here.

"We need you to do this. We need you to do that."

I'll be fine, dad. I just...

And it all means so much, and...

You know what we say?

Billy! Billy!

Whatever we do, we do not fear failure.

Billy, can I have a word, please?

Remember what the plan is.

You become the champ, right?

Then you retire and you become an actor.

Or if you get your nose broken,

you become a stunt man.

Whatever happens, you go in the movies,

and that way you get to hump a lot of young actresses.

Then you can introduce their mums to me.

All right, Eddie? Yeah.

Go and rehearse your entrance for the camera.

Billy, just that phone call. Billy...

Don't you ever do this to me again!

Stoney was right. You know fuck all!

And what did you do to him?

What did I do to him?

You're supposed to tell him how wonderful he is.

We could lose this fight before the first fucking round!

Now, don't let him out of your sight. Go on!

Well, maybe I don't know fuck all.

But I do know the police want to talk to you.

Your daughter just phoned. They're on their way over.

What are you talking about?

She sounded really worried.

I'm going home to get changed.

Tell 'em if they want to talk to me,

they can fucking come over there!

I know that, son.

Can we get this over quick?

Right. Bang. Stop here?

Number 2, left.

No, he hasn't got a minute, son.

Billy! This is the fire officer.

We just need to clear up one or two things before you go.

Can you take care of it, Stephanie?

Something's come up.

It'll be because you turned that bloke's car over.

Billy? We need to meet in private. You and me.

It'll have to wait until after the fight, frank.

But I think you should know how much I hate being here.

I'm sorry to hear that. You bet.

The Albert hall I can take,

but quite frankly, this place stinks.

And forgive me for saying so, but so do you.

It does me no good at all to have to associate

with a cheap little promoter like you.

It's not cheap putting you up at the Waldorf, frank.

Now, look, I don't want any messing around.

Make sure that crowd behaves.

If anything hits my boy on the way to the ring,

if any of your crummy little cockney friends

throw things or spit or whatever,

to fuck your mother, you understand?

You can't.

My mother's dead. She's cremated.

You think that was too much, about his mother?

So, how's golden boy?

Hello?

No.

Look, I can't do this. I just can't.

You're not...

Look, you're not listening to me!

Bloody gate won't work.

How long have you lived here

3 or 4 days.

Arrgh! Come on!

Arthritis.

You get a free swimming pool with this place?

Oi, oi.

So, what's going on?

Billy, this is d.I. Grant

from west end central.

Mr. Simpson. D.S. Garland.

What's this about? Overdue library book?

Listen, I got an engagement in 2 hours,

either we go in and talk or I arrest you now.

What are you, the laughing policeman?

Dad, please. Just do as they say.

Just go and get the stretch limo

and pick me up at 7:00.

Billy... just do it.

Dad...

Dad, where's the kitchen?

On the left.

We'll go and put the kettle on.

So, what do the cops want him for, then?

You think that everything's bloody funny, don't you?

You've got 5 minutes.

Well, come on.

We know that there's money going into

tonight's promotion that's unaccounted for.

As you're aware, our financial investigators

it's undeclared earnings from illegal fights

well, as we made it clear

to you financial investigators,

the money was raised from a home

belonging to my wife and myself.

Also from the sale of a property in stretham,

more serious than Mr. Simpson's undeclared earnings.

Regarding one of your so-called fights...

Involving a Mr. Joe mahoney.

Apparently you were there, Billy.

Mr. mahoney was kicked unconscious

which is why he spent the last 18 months in a coma.

I believe they call it a permanent vegetative state.

Joe mahoney was always in a permanent vegetative state.

He died last night.

You're gonna have to miss the fight, Billy.

We're gonna take you in.

What?

In connection with the death of Joe mahoney.

What is this evidence exactly?

You do not have to say anything,

what is the nature of this information?

Is... is this a joke?

You're a strip-o-gram, aren't you?

Are you strip-o-gram?

If you do not mention when questioned

who are these witnesses trying to stitch me up?

You can't do this to me. Not today.

Let me explain something.

Billy! I advise you to say nothing.

We've been busting our guts

trying to get this money together for just one thing

and one thing only... Today. Tonight.

And what did we keep on saying to you?

You've only got the money to pay for it all if Eddie wins!

But if he loses, then we lose everything!

We won't lose.

Listen...

Can we, just for minute, speak man-to-man?

Billy.

What are you, a d.C.I.?

That's still good, detective inspector.

Will you shut up for a minute? Sorry.

Now, you were promoted to an inspector. Why?

Because you are a good officer.

Or maybe because you're in the masons.

I don't know.

Am I right?

Probably.

Now, me, I've been in the fight game for ages,

fighters who could have gone all the way.

But they didn't. And why?

Because in this life, in this fucking life,

it's got nothing to do with what you're good at,

but who you know.

In your case, the masons.

All I'm trying to say is is that for 30 years now,

I have been...

If they want coffee, I can't find it.

What do you think you're doing?

I have been hitting my head against a brick wall.

They've never given me a license to promote.

Probably because I wear dark glasses

when the fucking sun's not out.

Big stoney out there,

he could have become smokin' Joe Frazier.

I mean, ask anyone!

But you've got to understand,

there are people out there

who do not want me to succeed.

They'll say anything.

I've been on the cover of fucking magazines!

Look! Magazines! I've done interviews!

This is the proudest moment of my life.

My son with a chance of a world title,

and you're going to make me miss it

because some fucking slag is making out

that I'm putting on illegal fights!

I think you should be ashamed of yourself.

You don't care about dad.

You're just worried about losing money.

Listen, I'm trying to save him.

You...

You stupid, thick cow!

No idea what's going on, you silly old bitch!

Go on, mum! Bite her ear off!

You fucking stupid cunt!

Don't you fucking understand anything?!

If you fucking understood what we were going through!

Leave her alone! Hey! Get off her now!

That's Jack dempsey and Jess Willard.

Willard was the favorite. He was the tallest

and... and he weighed 70 pounds more.

Dempsey knocked him down 7 times.

Dempsey broke Willard's ribs and his jaw.

All within 3 rounds.

Big night for the underdog.

Now, my boy is fighting tonight.

I'm not saying he's going to do a dempsey

and finish it all in 3 rounds,

but he is so good,

they had no choice but to fight him.

Ok, so Joe mahoney died.

I had nothing to do with it.

I swear on my life.

Please.?

This is the way it's going to be.

We wait outside, follow you all the way.

You come straight back with us to the Nick.

You can do an intimate body search if you like.

But do me a favor? Piss off and let me get ready.

One other condition.

After the fight, I get to meet golden boy.

No problem.

Would you like to meet golden boy?

No.

Tsk.

Later.

Georgie. Georgie.

Ruthie, let the kids stay up and watch the fight.

Yes, dad. I mean it.

We'll be waiting by the car.

I don't like boxing.

Tough.

You missed the last 15 feet.

We're just a couple of moments away from tonight's action.

And for tonight's top of the bill,

Billy proudly presents...

Hey! Terry! Sammy! It's here!

Hey, Barbara, come have a look at this!

Look at the state of it!

Door.

That's your job.

Why can't you just do it?

I ain't got your style.

I ain't got your smile.

True.

Lovely.

Move down inside, please.

Room for one more.

We begin boxing tonight, ladies and gentlemen,

in the welterweight division!

With a contest of...

Your car, squire.

Very smart.

You cannot buy class, mate.

Bloody hell!

What was that about class?

Stoney, you're in the middle of the fucking road.

Just cut it off, right?

What's to stop him rolling out of bed?

You bugger! He bloody bit me!

Always said he should've been a police dog, didn't I?

Ladies and gentlemen...

The referee has stopped the contest

in favor of the winner in the blue corner,

Charlie greenaway!

Just to say... I'll be out there.

Well, where is he?

Can you tell him we're on the third fight already?

Correction... the fourth fight.

And can you also tell him,

as seeing as this is his promotion,

he should sodding well be here!

Well, the longest fight so far's only gone 4 rounds.

Yeah, well, we were held up.

Yeah. Ok.

Billy? Billy?

One fight to go before golden boy.

Hattie Jacques?

Yeah.

He won't get past the first round.

Round one!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, you fucking twat!

You're joking.

Well, ok.

Hattie Jacques lost in 29 seconds.

Golden boy's on next, everybody.

We won't break his arm, we'll break his bloody neck.

Door!

Come on, chum. Out you get.

Here you go.

Tell 'em a story, fellas. Come on.

Hurry 'em up. I want a picture on the steps.

I want a picture on the steps!

Hey, I'm all right. What am I, a cripple?

That's little Pete Jones, welter.

Banned for life. What for?

Headbutting the ref.

Those support bouts didn't last long, did they?

Ok. Here we go.

Take my coat, Stephanie.

These are friends and family. With me.

There. All these.

No, go straight through.

These as well?

Unfortunately, yes.

His name's Billy.

Contest will go on to a world title fight...

All right, Billy?

Yeah.

This event.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure

to introduce into the ring, your promoter this evening,

the man who has made a dream become reality...

The legendary, the one and only,

Billy "shiner" Simpson!

One, ready. Hold it. Hold it. And...

Close-up on Billy Simpson.

3, 4 on Billy Simpson.

Our officials for this evening are all appointed

by the British boxing board of control.

The timekeeper at ringside...

Good luck, dad!

If you could please return to your seats

because we are live and exclusive on sky sports

in just 2 minutes with our top of the bill.

The winner of this contest will go on...

Those two, off in back.

To take place later this year.

And our promoter, Mr. Billy Simpson,

has promised to try to promote this event.

And now, my lords, ladies, and gentlemen...

The moment you've all been waiting for.

The main event of the evening!

Billy Simpson proudly presents big fight time...

All the way from America, from Chicago, Illinois,

weighing in at 172 and 3/4 pounds...

It's fucking ecstasy!

Eddie! Eddie!

Your old man...

Eddie! Good luck, son!

Stay with it, ok? Stay with it.

Fuck.

Fuck it. I don't want to wear this, Vic!

The former I.B.U. Light heavyweight

champion of the world...

Michael Mickey "lightning" peck!

What's with the music?

What the hell's happening with his music?

Go on, Mikey!

You're going down!

Go on! Clear out of here!

Twat!

I'm ready. Let's go. Come on.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

from bermondsey, south London,

weighing in at 12 stone, 3 pound... 171 pound,

the former junior naba middleweight champion...

London's very own...

Eddie "golden boy" Simpson!

You're on.

Shiner Simpson... the man that makes

the national lottery look highbrow.

Come on, Eddie.

Come on, son. Good luck, son.

Good boy. Go, go. Good boy.

All right, son! Go!

Go on, Eddie! Slaughter him!

Easy! Easy!

Kill him!

Crowd, chanting: Eddie!

You know what's expected of you,

so shake hands.

He got shafted.

Eddie! Show it, Eddie.

Shitting his knickers. He's fucking scared.

Sort him out!

Nice and easy, Eddie. Nice and easy.

Round one.

Here we go!

Come on, darling!

Sort him out!

Get in there!

All the time in the world, son.

That's my lad. Go on, now!

Come on!

Drive him to the hole! Come on!

Come on, darling.

Get at him!

Come on!

It's easy!

Come on, Eddie! Turn him 'round!

Don't mix it with him!

Turn him! Turn him!

Yes!

Come on, Mikey!

Break! Stand back!

Right now! Time out!

He has that look.

Box on!

Come on, son!

Give it to him!

Simpson's working real hard!

Fight! Fucking hell!

Come on, Eddie!

One!

Not while he's on the floor.

2! Over there.

3!

Camera 2.

Standing.

5! 6!

7!

You got him next round, mate.

Walk towards me. Box on!

All right! Come on, Eddie! Go on!

You're gonna walk it, darling!

You're gonna walk it!

You gotta...

Eddie, you gotta smile at him.

Smile at him. Show him who's the boss.

Do not be scared, son.

You're looking scared. We can't have that.

Don't worry about him, Mikey.

Nothing to worry about.

Corners, 10 seconds.

Round 2!

Get 'em up!

Get 'em up!

Keep jabbing, Eddie. Keep him away, son.

Take a risk.

Take a risk. Oi, you.

Do you work here or something?

You're standing on my cable.

I'll wrap it round your fucking neck.

Fuck off!

Come on, Eddie!

Come on, Eddie! Get up!

2!

Get up!

Take an 8-count! Take eight!

Won't make the bell.

5!

8! Take an 8!

Use your time, then kill him!

- Get up! - 7!

Take 8, Eddie!

Ok, come on towards me.

Box on!

Get away from him!

One!

Get up!

2! Get up, Eddie!

3!

Eddie, get up! Eddie!

What are you doing, Eddie?!

Stand by to run backup.

Come on, get up! Eddie!

Nine!

Eddie, what have you done?

Jesus Christ.

Don't just stand there, get him!

Get him out of there!

Will you please go back to your seats

and sit down!

Thank Christ for that.

Come on, lads.

Is it normally over that quick?

Please behave yourselves and sit down!

This is just not appropriate for boxing.

Come on, lads. Down you go.

Stop it, you two!

Back in here and sit down!

Fucking... take...

Get your fucking...

Come on, sit down.

Get the fuck off me!

Keep the fucking noise down!

Stoney, for fuck's sake!

Eddie, shut the fuck up!

Stoney! Shut up!

Stoney!

Shut up!

Dad, please...

Get in!

Billy!

Billy!

Billy!

Don't say a word.

Somewhere quiet.

Try not to look conspicuous.

Have... have you gone mad or something?

Have I gone mad?

No, I don't think I've gone mad.

Have you gone mad?

What?

Open me glove.

I feel I busted me hands.

Did you see him throw a punch?

How can you bust your hand

if you never threw a fucking punch?

I did the best I could!

He was too good for me!

Too good?

You never even fought him!

Dad? Get out.

Dad! Get out!

Out you get.

Listen, you little pansy.

Get lost, you two.

I need to have a shower and sort myself out,

for fuck's sake!

Dad, please!

I am not stupid, Eddie.

Or... or maybe I am. I don't know.

When a fighter's having an off day

I also know when I'm watching a fighter

throw a fight.

No! No! No!

Who got to you? Who got to you?

Do you know what you've cost us?

Do you know how much you've thrown away?

Hey?

Who got to you?

Dad, please!

Was it the yanks,

was it that American bastard

scared you with his boy, hey?

Who told you to take a dive?

Who the fuck?

You don't understand! You just don't under...

Stoney!

Stoney!

Stoney!

Oof!

Come here!

Billy! Billy, what's happened?

Stoney!

Over there. Over there!

Over there!

Stoney, go over there.

Eddie.

Jesus. Eddie.

Eddie? Eddie!

Can you hear me, son?

Eddie! Ed...

He's gonna be all right, isn't he?

He's in d.F.! What?

Stand clear!

What do you mean? What are you doing?

Can you wait a minute, please?

Excuse me!

Police will need a statement!

Hello? Hello?

Move.

Fucking hell.

Billy?

Do you think there'll be any more guests arriving?

No.

I don't think we'll be wanting any pudding wine.

Excuse me, madam.

Ruth...

Toodle-oo.

What the fuck...

You behave yourself.

Fuck!

The man with the baseball cap.

Who was he?

He came out of the dressing room,

and he was chatting to you.

What... what are you talking about?

All right, fuck!

Come on.

Fuck, fuck!

My back. Stoney, take his weight.

Stoney, take some of the fucking weight,

you wanker!

Do it!

No!

The man in the baseball cap.

What are you doing?!

Who do you think I am?

He was talking to you

on the ramp next to the ring.

I wasn't talking to any bastard

in any fucking baseball cap!

Fuck it!

You fucking...

Fuck!

No!

Calm... calm down!

Oi! Calm down.

Calm down? You're the one

who has to fucking calm down!

Fuck!

Who got to him?

You've been in his pocket for the last 6 weeks.

You know where he went, who he talked to.

What he had for breakfast.

Who bought him out?

Nobody bought him out.

Billy, he's a 20-year-old kid.

He froze.

Then why did somebody shoot him?

What?

Hello?

Vic? Vic?

Right.

Actually, I was gonna ask him

if he knows where you might be.

What happened, Billy?

What did I tell you?

They couldn't stand it.

They couldn't stand the fact

that someone like me had a champion.

They tried to get to my boy without me knowing it.

They shot him.

My son.

You keep saying "they," Billy.

Who's they?

That's what I'm gonna find out.

Was there anyone?

Anyone at all that Eddie was seeing?

Billy, we gotta talk to the police,

otherwise, we...

What?

Billy, for fuck's sake!

We gotta get rid of the car.

What do you want me to do, scuttle it?

Still looking for dad?

I'd say so, yeah.

There's been a complication.

Billy.

I'll get some grub on the go.

Switch that off.

Is this really your gaff?

What, you thought I lived in a shell,

with takeaway curries and girlie mags?

What?

Where were you?

You wasn't with me when Eddie was shot.

But he wants extra protection,

and suddenly you appear in town...

Jesse James with your automatic.

Why did you walk away from me

before Eddie was shot?

Where did you go to?

Not smiling now, are we?

Very difficult here

he's under tremendous pressure in this opening round.

Bit mad, are we?

Is that why you read books like this?

"I am, and yet what I am, none cares or knows."

More big combinations here from peck

and very little coming back at all

he looks like a rabbit frozen in the headlights.

How much more of this can he take, you wonder.

Look at this.

Big right and he's clinging...

Trying to buy some time, but frankly,

he's just fighting... see?

Didn't have to go down.

He didn't even hit him very hard.

Eddie wouldn't take a dive.

Then why is he fighting like this?

What... what'd he take there?

Is he gonna let him go on here?

He does.

He... he... he's just opening up to him.

Bad for Simpson.

Peck is all over him here.

Huge right hand! He's down again!

Flattened this time!

He will not get up from that.

Billy.

You saw him before the fight.

He was shitting himself.

Look. Fuck! There, look.

Look, in the baseball cap.

Look, that's him.

That's the one that came out of the dressing room.

See, there? He's with the fucking yanks!

Give me that piece.

Give me your piece.

Billy, that don't mean fucking anything.

If Eddie got shot, I'll need protection.

Give me the fucking piece!

Thank you.

We get to Heathrow when?

Ahem.

God bless America.

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Let me in. I want to talk to you.

I want to talk to you.

You want me to use this?

Christ.

Drive.

Why don't you speak to me, frank?

In a bit of a hurry?

I saw that interview you gave.

What did you say?

It's very funny the way you say it.

"The only good thing to come out of england

was Benny hill."

Must've hurt your pride,

to come to little england

and have to do business

with a little cheap promoter.

I'm not in your class, am I, frank?

Never had a champion. Never had a big TV deal.

What a humiliation for you?

Is that why you're in a hurry to leave?

Or are you trying to get away

from the scene of the crime?

Do you think I don't know

when my son is holding back?

It's been on the news what's happened.

Don't make it worse! Put the damn gun down!

Put the gun down, Billy.

Please.

There was a man in a baseball cap.

He spoke to you after the fight.

I saw him on TV.

He went up and spoke to you.

Baseball cap?

I saw him.

Yeah. Yeah, the crazy.

The one that wanted autographs.

They kept trying to kick him out the building,

he kept getting back in.

Said he was golden boy's number one fan.

Yeah, yeah. The nut.

Yeah, he came up to me right after the fight.

He'd said Mikey had been lucky.

That's all. Brake!

Fuck!

All right. Get out of the car.

Get out of the car.

What sort of driving do you call that?

It's outrageous. You shouldn't be allowed...

Give me the gun.

Lady, get back in your car!

Get in the car!

Mikey.

Do you think I'd try to fix a fight?

Don't you know my boy could've whipped yours

with both hands tied behind his back?

And if you think someone nailed your boy,

why don't you talk to your daughter

and that so-called lawyer she's married to?

That's right. They came to me before the fight.

Wanted to know if I was interested.

For wanting to do you up the ass? Christ.

I'd pay a million bucks just to see

your fucking tongue cut out!

You'd better have the purse money, Billy.

Come on. Let's go.

Get away!

Get away. You hear that?

My daughter.

Bastards.

Fucking bastards.

We wondered if Billy had made contact.

Billy. Give me the gun.

No.

Billy.

No.

Well, fuck it, I've had enough of this.

Where do you think you're going?

Hey, where you going?

Have you seen him since the fight?

As soon as he makes contact,

well, we've got uniform checking on his mates,

but obviously he could well make contact

with you or Ruth.

If he does get in touch, then we'll call.

Thanks. Bye.

What's all this stuff doing here?

We're saving what we can.

You ok, Billy?

What happened?

Dad.

I think we should get the police back.

You've got to tell them what happened,

because as far as they're concerned,

they'll think you're involved.

I am involved.

It's a nice house you got here, luv.

Nice table.

Plates.

Everything's nice, really.

No wonder you were scared.

Eddie loses the fight,

and it's bye-bye nice house?

And you.

You didn't exactly back me up

when they came to arrest me before the fight.

You are my solicitor

and my son-in-law.

And yet, on the most important day of my life,

you arrive with the old bill to bang me up.

No, no, no, Billy. No.

I never wanted you banged up.

No?

No, no, no, no. Just... just a minute.

Why, then, didn't you delay them for a day?

Or get in touch with me?

Warn me?

Didn't you want me to watch that fight?

Don't know what you're talking about, Billy.

Open it.

Joe mahoney.

Joe mahoney.

Billy.

So who had the camera?

We don't know.

You don't know?

Mahoney.

Where did this come from?

Whoever spoke to the cops.

They want 100 grand or...

Police mean...

Dad, no! Leave him!

Stop it!

Get over there!

Is that why you went to spedding

and offered to fix Eddie?

'Cause you thought I was finished?

What? He told me.

He told me you went to see him,

so don't deny it.

No! Stop it!

Stop it! Leave him alone!

It was me! It was my idea!

All I did was call him!

Eddie couldn't take it.

He came to us.

He was scared sick.

So I panicked.

I phoned spedding yesterday,

and I said I'd guarantee things for a price.

He laughed at me.

He just put the phone down.

That's all that happened!

I admit it.

2 minutes of madness on my part.

There was no way that Eddie was gonna win, dad.

Look at the way he fought!

He couldn't take the pressure, Billy.

Did you speak to him?

Did you ask him to throw the fight?

You did speak to the American.

Eddie was gonna lose.

He has lost!

Which means that you now owe...

Your half-brother's dead,

and all you can think about is money!

You just don't get it, do you?

He lost his bottle,

and he couldn't face telling you.

And you know why?

'Cause he knew what you had riding on it.

He knew how much it meant to you.

And he was shit scared of you.

Like all of us.

Somebody shot him.

Joe mahoney died a couple of days ago.

I know.

I didn't want to tell you about it.

Come on.

Old bill will be here soon.

They've taken everything.

In that interview,

frank spedding said he had 3 houses.

One in Florida...

No, hold on.

Yeah, one... one in Florida...

One in New York...

And one in the Bahamas.

Apparently, the one in the Bahamas

has a guest wing...

And a wraparound veranda.

That sounded lovely?

Wraparound veranda.

Private beach.

I was...

I was gonna wear this...

When we made New York.

Couldn't fucking do it, could you?

You couldn't fucking do it!

Fuck you!

And fuck you, too!

And you old...

I suppose it's back to a 2-bedroom semi

in leightonstone for me?

You said Mel wasn't with you...

Billy, what are you talking about?

When Eddie got shot.

Mel?

Brought your piece back.

Billy.

It's all right, darling.

It's ok.

Don't worry.

Don't move.

Fuck!

Don't move.

We found this... In the other room.

Where'd you get the money?

What the fuck are you doing?

Don't, please. Please don't!

Where'd you get the money?

Your missis didn't earn it,

not in her condition.

Mind you, there are blokes who like

this kind of thing. No!

You filthy fucking bastard!

Off!

Mel!

Mel!

You weren't with stoney when my boy got shot.

What?

You weren't with stoney.

Of course I fucking was!

You weren't! You walked away.

Did you shoot Eddie?

Did you shoot my boy?

My son-in-law, he recommended you.

Did he pay you to shoot Eddie?

You've lost it, Billy.

You may just be right.

You see this gun?

It takes 6 bullets.

The yank fired one,

so there should be 5 left.

But funny enough, there's only 3.

How dare you?

How dare you?

Answer me!

Answer me! Did you?

Don't fucking do that, Billy!

Please, you're hurting me!

Billy, don't fucking do that!

Who put the money up?

It's my money for the baby!

It's got nothing to do with him!

Did my son-in-law pay you to shoot my boy?

Were you trying to shut him up?

He's got nothing to do with it!

Do you want me to pull the trigger?

You think I won't pull this trigger?

You must be fucking joking!

It's my money!

Billy, fucking let her go!

Billy, for fuck's sake, let her go!

You're fucking out of order! Now let her go!

Let her go. Billy. Billy.

Let her go.

I'm sorry, luv. I'm sorry. Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Stay down. Do you hear me?

Do yourself a favor and stay down.

Billy!

It's for Billy.

Billy, I've got somebody with me.

They say they shot Eddie.

They want to meet you.

Well, just don't damage

the structure, all right?

Don't look at me like that.

Find a way to get up there.

I don't like this.

Take this. No.

Take it. Go on.

Since when did you have any fucking style?

Look, this is the trigger. Take it.

Just don't do anything stupid,

Billy, all right?

Try this way. Go on.

All right, Billy?

Hi. Yeah, can you put me through to...

Vic.

Who was it?

Who killed him?

Me.

Sorry, Billy.

I'm really, really sorry.

I didn't mean to kill him, see.

Trying to get you.

Not much cop with me left hand.

Why'd you make me do it, Billy?

W-why'd you treat me like that?

After all we've been through?

All I've done for you?

One little hiccup on a big, big day

like I'm a fucking insect or something!

You always think you can

treat people like that and get away with it!

Do you really think I got you crap fighters

so I could take your money, did you?

2 measly fucking grand!

I spent 500 of that on phone calls.

I was right.

Your heavyweight lasted 29 seconds.

So you... you broke my arm!

Broke my arm.

I worshipped the ground you walked on!

Who was it got you Vic? Me!

All those bodies to lean on? Me!

'Cause for 15 years I heard,

"come on, gibbo. You're my man!

When we make it big, you're big, too."

And I believed you! I was just stupid

enough to think I was your mate!

Your equal.

Not just someone you're using

like you used everybody else.

Come on, mate.

Give me the gun.

I told you! Eddie was too young!

I told you he couldn't handle it.

Vic told you, but you wouldn't listen!

You killed him, not me.

Go on.

His arm!

Go on!

Don't you dare.

I'm sorry, Billy.

Don't you fucking dare!

Come on!

Arrh!

I said break his arm!

Aaah!

No!

Stoney!

Stoney!

Hurts, doesn't it?

Doesn't it hurt?

Christ, it hurts!

You didn't give me another thought, did you?

Do his arm, Chuck him out, forget him?

Stoney!

Stoney!

Stoney!

Put it down!

Shoot!

Gibbo, put it down!

Shoot him!

Stop playing about.

Gibbo, stop fucking about.

Put that gun down!

Stoney!

What?

Stoney!

Stoney. Stoney.

Stoney.

They got to my boy.

They won't admit it...

But they got to my boy.

They all did.

Stoney!

Stoney!

Stoney!

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