Certainly Big Steve is right
about the 17-year-old from Still.
Gostello's certainly boxing well in the fifth round.
Been useful with the left hand.
You'd have thought he might've been
shellshocked after the regional fight,
but he hasn't showed it, Jim.
Well, when I saw him against Prescott,
and heard he he was boxing for the gold tonight...
There's gonna be trouble here. There must be a mismatch.
As I said, I'm pleasantly surprised.
It's a far better fight than...
Well, obviously, you can't look good
being knocked out in the first round,
but, well, he pulled through and he...
Oh, good shot!
That has to be the turn-up of all time,
because The Bull has always had the durable chin.
And he's really in trouble in the sixth round.
Looks as though this big guy, literally coming from nowhere,
and tagging Gostello.
All the heart in the world, Gostello,
but he's going to need it.
He's clobbered him on the way down then.
Oh, the dream is really slipping away.
John, if you look over at the corner, they're struggling.
He gets a second standing eight-count now.
Oh, and the right hand.
And he's stopped it!
Nice pull, nice!
Jab. Hit my hand!
Lean in. Lean in and go left.
Nice.
Good boy. Good boy.
One-two.
Come on, too late, too late. Pay attention.
Jab.
Jab. One-two.
Try and fucking hit the pads, eh?
Come.
Nice.
Come on!
On your toes!
Come on, jab! Jab!
That's time.
That went well.
Ah.
Oh fuck.
Give him a minute.
All right.
Come on. We're not finished.
Come on! Put your hands up!
What are you doing? - I'm done.
Take that off, mate. I'm done.
No, leave his gloves on. We're not finished yet.
We were fucking finished 10 years ago, Welly. Come on.
Hey, you better show up tonight.
Sal.
For fuck's sake.
What the fuck is going on, eh?
Take that off.
Fucking hell.
Oh, you...
Fuck.
Viktor, Viktor, what's happening?
Come on, calm down. - Do you see?
- What? - That's it. He's done.
- Why? - She's stole my king!
I don't get paid enough for this shit!
Relax, relax, relax.
Come on, sit down.
Let's just have a look around the room.
Maybe it fell on the floor or something.
Let's have a quick peek. Is it your pockets?
Check your jacket.
- No. - No?
She stole it.
Let me get you a drink.
Want a drink or something? Maybe some squash?
- Yeah. - I'll come right back.
I'll be right back for you, fella, okay? We'll find it.
I promise you we will. We'll find it.
If I let go of you, Vik, you'll make you down that hill
quick enough, wouldn't you?
Oi!
Oh, you found it,
Your king.
Your chess piece. The king that you lost.
That's the third time this month he's kicked off.
- Doesn't know what he says. - He's a danger
to the other residents.
You just need to know how to talk to him.
Oh yeah, and you do that, do ya?
Look, you're good with him, Sal,
but you need to speak to him.
Behavior like that just isn't acceptable. Okay?
What, that's it?
He's just gonna get away with it then?
Becky, you can go. I want to talk to Sal a minute.
For someone who's been here as long as you,
you should know better.
You're great with the residents. We all know that.
But getting on with the staff is just as important.
Bandage up from the off. Nice and relaxed.
You feeling all right?
Good luck.
Come on, you're the boss in there.
Make sure it looks good tonight, yeah?
So no funny business.
Okay?
Come on.
That's it. Keep moving, mate.
That's good work. Good work, good work.
Stay sharp.
Nice.
What the fuck are you doing?
Let the boy work!
Nice.
Ah, fuck.
That looked good, man.
That was good. That's better.
Water.
What the fuck are you doing, eh?
If you wanna get paid, stop pissing around and do your job.
Okay?
Here.
Breathe. Come on.
Through your nose.
You all right, you're all right.
Just take it easy, yeah?
God, Sal, just let him do his thing.
Okay, go on. - Go on.
Good luck.
Bloody hell. Mate, that's twice.
You broke it twice. You came here as well.
I'll have you sleep in the streets
of Cork and fucking Blake.
Just come back, you.
Paid to be a punchbag now?
You used to break a man down. Who's this?
You used to be skinny.
You want a wee treat, you fat fuck?
I don't. Ta.
It's fucking good to see ya.
And you.
When did you get out?
A few months ago.
I'm sorry I didn't come to see you.
It's not your fault.
I was getting moved around all the time.
Fucking hell, that's lovely.
You know me. Always had me ways.
The safe way out.
Of course.
You'd rather I get a job sweeping the floors, Sal?
Stocking the fucking shelves, yeah?
No, I'm not going back.
You know as well as I do, I'm damaged goods.
Oi! I'm locking up!
Welly.
He fucking, he fucking hates me.
Still can't shake off the old boy.
So come on then. What are you here for?
Well, a little birdie said you're still throwing punches,
so I thought I'd come see it to believe it.
Well, it keeps me fit.
- Does it? - Gives me pocket money.
You deserve better, Sal.
Well, I got a few things going. I can help you.
I don't want charity.
Still too proud?
Well, it's good seeing you anyway.
Come.
Give us a hug.
- The big man. - Hmm. Big man.
The big man.
Take care of yourself.
Good, man. You too.
Ah, you bastard!
Want one?
Dirty bastard.
Who's this?
That's Molly, my daughter.
You've got a daughter.
You didn't think you could tell me?
Are you still married?
I thought we discussed this.
You've got a daughter. You're wearing the fucking ring.
Oh, Fay, why make it complicated?
This is the definition of complicated, Sal.
This is just...
What is this?
What do you want it to be?
Well, for starters, I've never even been to your place.
Where is it you live again?
I live in a field.
Oh, fuck.
Where do you live?
In a field.
You're a dickhead.
What are you doing? Fay, don't leave.
Fay, where are you going?
Don't. I'll give you a ride.
Well done, Sal.
Oh, fucking hell.
Molly!
Happy birthday.
You had a row?
Walk into that door again?
No. You should see the other guy.
Not a mark on him.
She's all right. She knows it's not a big deal.
She's 14. Everything's a big deal.
Um, I know we said tomorrow evening,
but I need her back in the morning.
Why?
Oliver's parents are coming over.
So?
Just bring her back in the morning, yeah?
Hello, Sal.
Hi, mate.
I like this car.
Very nice.
They do it in beige. Did you know?
- Thank you. - Lovely, lovely beige.
Have a nice day.
You too, mate.
Bring her back in the morning!
- In the morning. - Don't forget.
I've only got the afternoon.
Lose half my day. You got it.
Should we go to the beach?
Should go to the beach then?
Whatever.
I got you something.
You can open it now.
It's rare, that.
Very select few get those.
Didn't you get knocked out?
Shit, I've got to go. Call you later.
Here you go.
Cheer up.
How's school?
Fine.
You know, you got to study hard. Stay disciplined.
You barely even went.
Well, yeah.
I mean, you know, that's why I know what you got to do.
How's Oliver? What's he like?
Well, he hasn't molested me.
What?
Well, that's what you're asking, isn't it?
No, it's not! I'm asking if he's decent to you.
Jesus, Molly!
Do you like it here in Still?
Seriously, would you miss it if you left?
I'm just asking 'cause I might,
I might leave, go to the country or something.
You really brought me out here to tell me that?
You're a fucking stranger to me.
Oh yeah.
You following me?
What's he say?
Fuck knows.
You betting on the races?
Races?
It's the submarine races. He beats me all the time.
Who's who's there?
- Molly. - Molly?
Well, fuck me!
I feel like an old bastard.
She was a few months when I went away.
She's 14 today.
- She's 14? - Yeah.
Oh, bless her heart.
- She's moody. - Is she moody?
- Yeah. - Well, she's 14.
Ah.
You know, you can be smart and still be proud.
But you always played hard to get.
Call me.
- Gotta go. - It's like riding a bike.
See you around.
It's his daughter, you fucking idiot.
You're gonna lock the door on me?
Good morning, Still.
You're listening to Still Local FM.
You want more tropical juice, Mol?
Hello?
Oh, it's not my shift, is it?
Why? What's happened now?
I told him I'd take that chess...
What?
I'm coming straight down then. I'll be right down.
Sweetie, can you get all your things, please?
What?
Can you grab all your stuff, please?
I need you to come with me.
Why?
Because I need you to come with me.
Yeah, but do I have to?
Yes! Get your things and come with me, please, duck!
Come on.
You go in there, please, sweet pea.
Go on!
How is he?
Have some time with him.
Oliver's pretty boring.
He works in IT, and I hate computers.
Barely even got a phone.
Well, he is boring, isn't he? Ugh!
He winds me up.
Ugh!
Sorry.
Have you ever played chess?
I can move out of it, yeah. - So it's-
- It's not checkmate, is it? - But it's check.
No way I'm gonna lose straight out of pretending
I'm showing you how to play.
Bang. It's unreal.
Straight out check.
Oh, my heart's in my mouth.
- Why? - I know it shouldn't be.
But I feel like one wrong move and then...
Predator, like I'm going to-
- Yeah, like shark. - absolutely kill you.
Yeah.
I won't do that to you.
Sorry about what I said at the beach.
I didn't mean to, uh- - No, it's fine.
You know, if I did move away, you could come live with me.
Been saving for a house.
I wanna take you to see it.
I know you're angry at me,
and you can be.
I don't know.
Don't cheat.
Where is she? Molly?
You look like the grim reaper.
What's going on here? - Molly?
You totally embarrassed me
in front of Oliver's parents .
I got caught up.
That's all it was. - Yeah.
No, well, I know where you were,
'cause I called Golden Brook.
You took her to see a dead resident?
I did not at all.
We went there, and it's Vik- - Mum, it wasn't like that.
Okay, Molly, just get in the car now, please.
- No, Mum, please don't. - I'm in no mood.
Get in the car, thank you. - See you later.
Come on, Elaine.
If you're not gonna play by the rules, then neither am I.
The fuck does that mean?
It means I'm giving you your out.
I'm not gonna force you to come and see her anymore.
You don't have to worry about missing her birthday,
buying her school stuff, just go.
Go and live your life.
Pretend- pretend you don't have a daughter.
When has that ever been my wish?
- Has it not? - Never.
Oh, because that's- that's the way
you've behaved all of her life.
- Uh-huh? - Yeah.
And I'm not gonna let you one undo all my hard work
because you fancied being a dad for five minutes.
You can't fucking take her away from me, so get it done.
I think you'll find I can.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Go on then.
How cruel is that?
Don't test me.
How am I testing you? You are testing me.
What do I have if you take that away?
When have I asked for that?
What- what's that? - Get that...
You're gonna have to sort some other address,
'cause I- I just can't have your shit-
- Yeah, you can't look after- - in my house.
You can't give me any help?
- Fucking help yourself. - You nasty fucker.
Yeah, we're going home.
You fucking spiteful cow.
Fucking hell.
Oh, you fucking piece of shit.
Just call when you need anything?
Go, go, go!
Done. Good.
Here, here, here, here.
- Ah! - Here.
And a double.
- Good night, fella. - Hiya, mate? You all right?
Yeah. I'm here to see Vince.
- Are we now, mate? - Yeah.
Who the fuck are you.
- My name's Sal. - Your name's Sal, is it?
And what the fuck do you want, Sal?
To see Vince.
Everybody wants to see Vince.
Okay.
Eh...
Sal Gostello.
Yeah?
You Sal 'The Bull'?
- Yeah, it's me. - You really are?
Yeah.
You used to box with my dad.
Who's your dad?
Big Dave Burdett.
Oh, fucking hell, yeah.
Park Gym, that's it. Tough fella, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - How's he doing?
He's all right. He's doing a turn up north.
Oh, fuck, I'm sorry.
It's all right. He fucking loves it up there.
I bet he does. Sounds like him.
All right, you crack on mate.
Just go there, yeah? You'll know where to go.
- Okay. - Any problems,
just ask for Little Marcus.
- All right. Good, yeah. - See you, mate.
Look after yourself. - Yeah, you too, man.
Send my love to you dad.
- All right, cheers, mate. - All right, me old mate.
Let's see.
Take this slow.
Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.
What d'you think?
Painful.
- Looks painful? - Yeah.
Well, the best shite always is, isn't it.
James!
So I control the best, supply the venue,
sort the security, pick the fighters.
It's not that white collar shite,
where even when you win, you lose, Sal.
James.
You'd be surprised how much people pay for a dust-up.
You don't know what half of this shite's going to make.
Huge.
Yeah.
If you can make it legal.
We all want blood, whether we want to admit it or not.
It's our most...
It's our most primitive need, and We've been deprived of it.
It's a new era, Sal. I'm leading the charge.
I've got 15 years of making up to do.
I won't be, won't be held back with fucking regulations.
Oh, I got a favor to ask you.
We just had a ref pull out of the next fight.
We need a neutral man. That's you.
Fuck, it's not that simple.
What isn't?
Being a ref. It's not that simple.
You just gotta fucking stand there
while they kick the fuck out of each other.
What do you mean?
Fucking hell, it's-
- Sal. - It's not my thing, man.
It's not your thing, but getting punched in the face is?
After all these years, you're gonna tell me no?
No.
Hey, fuck.
Are you saying no?
You can't.
It's me. Who knows you better than me?
Fuck.
Take off your jacket.
Okay there now.
Good lad.
Come together, please.
You hungry, big boy?
Okay. I want a clean fight.
That means no gouging, no biting, no fish hooking,
no rabbit punches to the back of the head.
If a man goes down, I want room, please, okay? Separate.
Come on. Fight.
Fucking have him!
Fucking boy, hit him!
Go and fucking do him!
Left hook, then jab!
No! Stand there!
Ready?
Let's fight. Come on.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Give him space!
Give him space, give him him space, give him space!
Come on!
All done? Is he done?
Hold on. Back up, back up, back up.
You finished?
Are we done?
Are you good? You sure?
Come on, fight!
- Stay the fuck down! - That's it, lad.
Hey, help me get him up.
80.
He needs a doctor.
Wait, wait, wait. Hey, whoa.
Hey, are you fucking Mother Teresa?
Well, he's- he's-
Hey, don't be concerned with these eejits.
If they get hurt, that's on them. They know.
That's the rules, Sal.
That's the rules of moderately-violent behavior.
Here, open it.
- What's that? - Open it.
Now, do you want more of that,
or would you rather wipe people's holes all fucking day?
You.
Come here.
You know who you are?
You know who you are? Look at me.
Look at me.
You're the fucking Bull, Sal.
Hey, you're The Bull.
That's who you are. You're the Burnsfield Bull, Sal.
It don't change.
No matter what you got going on here, it don't change.
It don't never change. We don't change.
People like us don't change, Sal.
We used to run this fucking town.
Remember the fucking stairwell?
Armani suits and a little security guard,
and John with his stupid fucking hair.
You remember?
Those times,
those times, Sal,
I want more of those times.
- Yeah. - Don't you miss it?
- Yeah. - Okay, okay.
So stop playing with your dick,
and have a fucking drink with me.
Molly here. You know what to do.
Leave a message. Bye!
Oh, fucking hell. Can you get Elaine, please?
I'm here for Molly. - Sal.
Elaine?
Sal's here.
Hello. I'm here to pick up Molly.
I'm not doing this, Sal.
No, n- nothing to do.
Just, um, pick up Molly,
and I'll take her out. - No, I'm not- I'm not-
I'm not doing this.
So you need to go. It's not your day.
Well, I'm her father, and I'm entitled to take her.
Well, if you're her father, you need to act like her f...
Look, Sal, I'm not doing this.
It's...
We have an arrangement. It's not your day.
So you just, you just need to go.
Yeah, it's just a pop-by, just to like, you know...
I- I get what happened, and I just wanna be like,
"Oh, let's go out and have a little
milkshake or something." - No, no, no.
No, that's- that's not how it works.
- Yeah, but- - Okay, you just...
Please listen to me.
You really need to stop this because we've had enough, okay?
- Who's we? - We've had 14 years of it.
What are you talking about?
14 years of you just fucking
flitting here and flitting there.
Life doesn't work like this.
You're messing with people's lives.
I'm making fucking decisions.
- Okay, go- - So I'm saying today,
I'll come get her. - No, but today's not-
I understand you're all heartbroken,
'cause I left you, and now your fucking life's a mess,
but what I'm telling you is-
- My life's a mess? - I'm here to pick her up.
Look at my life. My life is not a mess.
Oh, it's all about...
Oh, that's what it's about.
So, well, then call you fucking win.
But what I'm saying is, I'm just here to get her.
No, you can't mess her around like that.
I'm not messing her around. I'm here, standing right here.
All I wanna do. - Okay, but it's not your day,
so you can't be here, so you need to go.
- I'm not fucking going. - And if you don't go,
I'll have to call the police.
Call the police?
Yeah, do it. - Yeah, I'll have to call
the police. - Tell 'em,
"The dad's turned up to take her out for a nice meal.
I don't know where she is 'cause I'm a terrible parent.
I don't know when she's coming back,
so I've called you to protect me."
Fucking call 'em. You call 'em now and I'll bang 'em out.
I swear to God, I will fucking knock every copper out.
Get 'em down here.
Call 'em now. I'll wait.
I'm not going anywhere. - Police, please.
I'm not going anywhere.
Are you fucking calling the police? Are you fucking joking?
She'll fucking hate you for it. I'm not kidding.
Call the police?
For what? What did I do there?
What did I do?
Nothing!
Go!
Get out of here! Go!
Go on, get out of here!
Out! Don't you dare!
Give me a second, Eileen. Sorry.
Yeah?
Sal, so I got another little thing for you.
There's a couple of travelers. Real nasty bastards.
Sal?
Yeah. When?
Well, tomorrow I'll send you the details.
- Okay. - Sal.
No private calls at work.
Yeah. Sorry.
Won't happen again.
Sal.
Welly wants a word.
Huh?
The old man. Go see the old man.
About what?
Fuck, he don't tell nowt, does he?
Have you figured that out yet?
Yeah.
All different in my day.
No emails to confirm.
You said you were gonna be there, and you're there.
Didn't have electricity in your day though, did they?
Yeah, fuck off.
Anyway, (clears throat) I got a good spar for you tomorrow.
New kid. Logan Burns.
Tomorrow, is it?
Yeah. Why?
Fuck, I've got summat on.
- What? - Nah, it's just something.
Nothing, really.
Well, come in tomorrow.
I can't.
Oh.
Well, just remember it was
you who asked me to get the fights.
Yeah, well, is there any other day they can do?
You know, I hear things.
What's that supposed to mean?
I might be an old bastard,
but I'm not stupid.
Last time you got mixed up with that prick,
you nearly lost everything.
Don't forget that!
Well, I can do next week.
No, fuck off!
No!
Fucking hell.
Big Shane is not to be fucked with.
McQueen is also not be fucked with.
How are you?
Good to see you as always, Vincent.
You all right?
Now, you listen here, Taz.
I want to do this proper.
After this fight ends today,
let that be the fucking end of it.
No more cock and bull I want to hear coming from you.
No more slagging the family.
Great. You got my word on it.
After my boy here beats yours, then the matter's squashed.
In your fucking dreams.
Oh, then we shake hands, and friends after?
I don't think so.
Anyway, which one of you clowns is, uh, taking the money?
That'd be me.
So we got our boys for crowd control.
Sal here's our neutral man. He'll be calling the fight.
If we're all in agreement with that,
you both hand over your 15K to me.
I'll hold onto it.
As soon as we got a winner, you get your 25K winnings,
minus the 5K fee, which we keep, of course.
If you both agree on the terms, please say aye.
- Aye. - Okay.
Teabag will take the money. You bring your guys over.
I know you.
I know you. I- I- I've seen you.
I recognize him.
Doesn't mean you know him.
Where are you from, boy.
He's from Still. He's good.
We used to box together.
Hope you're not fucking with us, Vince.
Why are you looking so nervous, man?
He's not nervous. It's his face, Paddy.
So why the fuck's he, uh, not speaking, eh?
Cat got your tongue?
What do you want me to fucking say?
Don't you get fucking mouthy with me.
Is this what this is, Vince? Are you fucking with us?
I'm a fair play man. You know that, you know me.
Come on. Look, look, look, I'll step away.
You have it. I won't say word.
No, no, you go nowhere.
What, are you the fucking cops?
- What are you on about? - What the fuck?
Fall back, you fucking prick!
Boys!
- What are you doing? - What the fuck?
There's no need for this. No need to get excited.
- Now, listen. - We know what we're here for.
Just rest your voice for a second. I don't like his face.
I don't trust him. - I don't like your face,
but we do business together.
Okay, okay, he won't ref the fight.
Teabag will ref the fight. Sal will fuck off.
We can crack on, no problem. Done.
I'll tell you what's happening here.
You're gonna fight. - No, no.
Who's he gonna fight? - Leon!
You can't just spring it up like that.
Well, that's exactly what I'm fucking springing.
Now you listen to me- - You could've told me
yesterday. - for 30 seconds.
Shut your little fucking cakehole.
It's hard to hear myself think over that hairstyle.
If he is who he says he is,
well, then he'll go square with my Leon here, okay?
No questions asked. We'll just proceed with matters.
But if he is not,
well, then I hope that you've made peace with the Almighty,
because you're about to enter a whole world of trouble.
- Is that right? - That's right.
Can I have a minute?
Take one minute, and not a fucking second more.
Okay. We get in the car and we take off.
There's no need to do this.
You say no, no. - How do we say no?
He's got a fucking shotgun. - You can say no.
He shoot us when we're leaving.
And he's got a fucking machete over there.
We're fucked. If I don't fight him, they'll kill us.
Good man.
Ah, fucking, "Good man."
We can make some money off it too. It's good.
Great. Call me Mo and fuck me.
Bastard!
Are you fucking kidding me? - 10K on your boy.
Let's make it 15.
15. Done.
What the fuck is this? I wanna fucking fight!
Now, whoa. Just fucking settle down, son.
Settle fucking down.
Come away, you fuck.
Okay, no need to yell at me.
And you as well.
I'm friends with you, brother.
You good?
Bring it in, bring it in.
No rules.
It's over when a man says no more.
Fight.
Fucking have him!
Why are you fucking kicking?
He's fucking kicking our man!
He's kicking him in the fucking knees, Paddy!
Not the fucking knees, Paddy.
Come on! Come on!
Ah, you fucking fuck!
Ah, fuck!
You bastard.
- You're in a real fight now. - Paddy, he can't be fucking
biting him like this.
Motherfucker.
Get him, get him, get him, get him, get him!
There we go. - All right.
Step back, step back, step back, step back, step back.
- Come on, son! - Suck it up.
Suck it up. - Go again, go again.
And we fight! Come on!
Ah, he's finished.
I seen what you done there! I seen what you done there!
Come here, come here, come here, come here.
He's done.
How's the hand? How's is it?
You're good, you're good, you're good. You fight on.
Fight on, fight on. - He's done, Paddy. Call it.
It's not over!
We said it's not over till a man says no more.
Fight! Hit him!
Hit him, son!
That's it, that's it! Have him for lunch!
Fight him again!
- Fight him, fight him! - Have him, son!
Finished?
He's finished.
That's all right. Take him
It's not over yet!
Good job, good job, good job.
- Get up. That's it. - That's it.
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy!
Breathe it, breathe it. We're still good to go.
- You're fucking joking! - It's over yet it.
It's not over yet. Fight.
It's not over. - You're standing him up!
It's not over.
You're fucking standing him up!
Finish what you started now, or we will.
Finish it, Sal.
Stand him up, stand him up.
You're not done yet, boy.
Stand him up, stand him up. - Good job, good job.
He's done, Paddy. He's done.
Stand him up. Hold him up.
He's not done yet.
He's not done till a man says no more.
Okay, continue.
Come on, Leo! Hit him now, Leo, hit him!
Now you fucking just stay down.
I can't.
Hold him up, hold him up. He's still up, he's still up.
He's still standing. - He's called, Paddy!
Paddy, he called it! He's done!
Suck it up, suck it up. Hold it up.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Nah, I fucking can't. Anyway, he's fucked.
I'm done. - Hey, he's forfeited!
Sal, Sal, Sal, finish your fucking fight.
We're on the hook for 15,000. - I'm off.
Finish the fucking fight. - I can't. I'm fucking done.
I'll pay you. - Vince, he's forfeited!
Sal! Fuck!
Vince, cash prevails.
Come on, my boy!
Your man called it.
You forfeited.
Cash prevails. Come on.
Okay. You keep the five you gave me.
I'll give you 10 in a week. I'll see you in a week.
Grand a day for every day you're late.
- Okay. - Don't keep me waiting,
or you'll be seeing me.
I got something for us.
- Oh yeah. - Mm.
Not that small town few grand shite. Some real shite.
Wasn't real enough for you now?
Well, you proved you can handle it.
You fucked me, Vince.
I did?
Yeah.
I'm not the one who put us 15K in the hole, Sal.
That was you.
You had, you had the fight.
I was fucking there
because you invited me. - You had the money
in the palm of your hand, and you fucking threw it away.
You fucking told me to come.
You could've fucking finished it. You made a decision.
I knew I should've fucking come.
Decision not to kill him.
He's not bright enough to know that he'd have fucking died.
I'd have fucking killed him. I'd have killed him.
They're making 'em smaller.
What are you on about?
The fucking egg.
They're making 'em smaller.
You're not well.
The fuck you talking about?
It's smaller, Sal.
Vince, I've got more things to think...
I've got Molly to think about.
Well, that's exactly why you need to do this.
You do. - Yeah.
You want it or not?
No.
Fucking hell!
It's fucking sad, the way you're living!
Use that jab. Use that jab.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! - Come on!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Behave yourself.
There you go.
Good boys, eh?
Enjoy that, okay?
That's the stuff. Good lad.
240,000 a home?
Babes, I've told you 100,000 times.
They don't live, they don't live there.
Shh, shh. It's all right.
Ah.
Hello?
Were you planning on coming in today?
Yeah, I'm coming right now.
It's not filling me with confidence, Sal.
Shit. I'm so sorry, Karen.
Take the day. You clearly need it.
Oh, here he is.
Thanks for turning up.
You keep dropping your left.
You can't do that against Monroe.
- Monroe? - Aye.
Afraid the other boy's dropped out.
They want you as a replacement.
Don't look so happy.
Hey, if you can't come the distance,
he'll be putting you in with everyone.
I reckon I could have him.
That's it.
He ain't got footwork like you in his wildest dreams, Mo.
Thank you, Cuz Tomato.
Have him?
Are you fucking thick?
Let me explain to you.
You are not the star here.
Yeah, I know.
I'm fucking tired of being a punchbag.
You make me laugh.
You spend five minutes with that wee gangster pal of yours,
and then you're too good for us.
Hey, Welly.
Here, Einstein. Clean that up.
Fucking hell. That was a bit much, weren't it?
He only means well.
Drop my left.
Ah! - Oh.
There you go.
Come on in. - Thank you.
You were saying the allergies are...
Wheat and celery.
Great, okay, so...
I mean, that'll be on the paperwork anyway,
so that's something.
But this is the grand hall, where we all eat.
Oh lovely.
I'm so sorry.
- Look, Mum. - I'm so sorry.
I just have to take this call. I'll be right with you.
Hello? - Hi. Is that Mr. Gostello?
Oh, could you look after Mrs. Fownes, please?
- Hello? - Yes, it is.
There's been an incident with Molly.
We need you to come down to the school, if possible.
Is everything okay?
Laura.
This really goes beyond the school's power, Sal.
How's things at home?
What can I say? I'm failing my daughter.
Look, if you call the police, that's that then, innit?
That changes the course of her next 20 years. She's 14.
She's just angry. That's the first, that's not her.
I'm telling you, that's not her.
I don't know what's happened here,
but that's very unlike her.
That's in her bag.
And I can't just...
I can't just write it off.
What if I take it?
Come on, Laura.
We used to smoke more than that in the back of your car.
Didn't we, though?
That's a mistake.
I'll take responsibility if necessary.
But don't blame her.
She's a good one.
Well, it's nice to see you, Sal.
Thank you.
Like father, like daughter.
Last thing I wanted to be when I grew up was like my dad.
He used to beat the hell out of me.
He used to use a belt.
I think he beat me more with that belt than, uh, he wore it.
That's why I started boxing,
because I wanted to crack his skull.
But not just a little bit.
I wanted to do it, you know, with real precision.
And then, when you were born,
I was so scared you'd end up like me.
And then I didn't know how to deal with,
you know, true love from you and your mum, so
I pushed you both away.
You'll make mistakes. You will.
Not 'cause you're like me.
That's just, you know, part of growing up.
But it's not, uh, it's not forever.
School, it's not forever. And this town.
Whether you like me or not,
I'm not mad at you.
I just want the best for you.
And I'm proud of you.
What's happened?
I've had the school's- - She's all right.
- What are you doing here? - She's fine.
Well, they called me, because they tried to call you.
But she's just not well. Ain't right, Mol?
- You're not well? - Yeah.
You okay? Oh god, I was worried sick.
Come on. We'll get you home.
Molly?
You'll be all right, mate.
Eh?
Hey, babes, come on. Molly.
Molly. Good girl.
Okay.
It's all right.
Okay?
No. Um, I'm sorry about that.
I just had something come up. I'm on my way back now.
No, don't bother, Sal.
Save it, okay? This is my mistake.
- Karen, please. - You never take
this job seriously.
I'm not sure this is the right place for you at the minute.
I've asked Becky to step into the role.
Becky? She's a fucking idiot!
She doesn't care about the residents.
Karen, that's a mis- - And you do?
Karen.
All right, Sal.
- Good to see you. - Good to see you.
Oh. Big man.
You play.
No, I play chess.
- You play chess? - Yeah.
Oh, aren't you the smart fellow these days?
- You all right, Sal? - Yeah.
You still doing that job?
Yeah.
Good, then I'm in. I'll do it.
What happened to Mr. I'm Too Proud? Where'd he go?
I need it.
Do you?
No, Sal. It's not for you.
You're grown old now.
Hey, you got a life. You got a real life, don't you?
You got a daughter and all that, remember?
I need to get her out of this fucking town, Vince.
I need it.
You'll be all right, Sal.
You want a treat?
Lovely day, innit?
Piece of piss, lads.
Just a couple of fuckers running the gaff. Easy.
Give us a chip.
- When? - Friday.
End of week. Safe will be full with the week's takings.
I fight Friday.
Right, we do the job, we go to Boucher's,
you go straight to the fight after.
It's the perfect alibi.
There's gotta be fucking 500K in that safe.
Change your whole life.
Right, so good luck, mate.
You all right, Sal?
Hi, Barry.
How are you doing mate?
Good. Jacket off?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm looking forward to this, mate.
Wanna watch him, though. He's lightning quick.
Okay, let's get him in the scales.
Okay.
All right.
95 kilograms.
It's a bit heavy.
What's the other boy?
88.
Well, you're the replacement, yeah?
They can't argue it.
It's your lucky day.
Well, we'll take all we can get, huh?
All right. You're a free man now.
Thanks for that.
See you later.
See you later, mate. Have a good one,
All right, here we go.
All right, son?
I fought for a title here.
Nearly 40 years ago.
Yeah?
Yeah.
It still smells the same.
How'd you get on?
Awful.
I was shitting myself.
Fought this hard bastard.
I thought he had lead in these gloves that night.
Beat the living shit out of me.
That's when I knew,
yeah, I didn't have it.
Gave up on myself that night.
Swore I'd never do it again.
But I did.
I gave up on you, Sal.
Wouldn't let you stop.
Maybe I was, uh,
living up my dreams through you.
That wasn't right.
You are one tough bastard, son.
Great fighter.
Best I've ever trained.
Now, let's face it.
You're too pretty to be a journeyman, eh?
I'd have been lost without you.
So what do you say?
One last dance, huh?
Dale, please put that in the changeroom for me.
I'll be right back. I've just gotta go do summat.
- Oh, do ya? - Okay?
- Yeah. - Thanks. Don't tell Welly.
No. You can count on me, mate.
You all right?
- Yeah, you? - Yeah.
Look after yourself, eh?
Just, you know...
For what it's worth, I
I understand why you need to be here.
You ready to get rich, boys?
Well go on.
Go cheer your dad on. Sal "The Bull."
I love you.
Love you.
Stay still, stay still.
Relax.
Stand up.
Where are the keys? Where are the keys?
The fucking keys!
Be calm, mate.
- Move, move, move! - There's no money.
Open the fucking safe. Open the fucking safe.
Open the fucking safe!
Easy, easy.
Where, where, where's the fucking money?
Where's the fucking money?
There's no money.
Fuck.
Where's the fucking money, man? The fucking money!
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Listen, relax.
He's an old man. Relax.
He knows where the fucking money-
Shit, there's no money. Let's just fucking go.
No, no, no, please!
Where's the fucking money?
Sal!
It's bad, Sal.
It's all right.
It's bad, Sal.
Fuck! We've got to go!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Sorry, sorry, sorry!
You got to go. You've got to split Vinnie.
You have to go!
Fuck!
Sorry, sorry, sorry!
You have to go.
Just
go.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Just go.
Okay, okay.
Ah!
Fuck!
Don't fret, Welly. He'll be here, mate, he'll be here.
Yeah.
Need to start wrapping his arms now, Welly.
Yeah. He'll be ready.
He's just stuck in the toilet, all right?
Didn't pick you for the nervous type, Sal!
Yeah, he's not. He'll be ready, okay?
All right.
Where the fuck is he?
Ah, come on, son.
I'm sorry, Welly.
He's a no-show.
Yep.
So?
Fuck me, man. This ain't like Sal.
Where are you going?
It's for the best.
Go, go, go.
We're gonna tell the ref another 20 minutes.
He's, uh, he's not here tonight, sir.
Where the fuck is he?
We've had a replacement.
He's had to drop out. - So he's not coming?
No, sir. Sorry.
Here I am!
Ah!
Molly!