Salvable (2025)

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- 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.

One-two.

Come on, too late, too

late. Pay attention.

Jab.

Jab. One-two.

Try and f*cking

hit the pads, eh?

Come.

- Nice.

- Come on!

On your toes!

Come on, jab! Jab!

- That's time.

That went well.

- Ah.

Oh f*ck.

- 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 f*cking finished

10 years ago, Welly. Come on.

- Hey, you

better show up tonight.

- Sal.

- For f*ck's sake.

What the f*ck is going on, eh?

Take that off.

f*cking hell.

Oh, you...

f*ck.

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 sh*t!

- 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?

Okay?

- Come on.

- That's

it. Keep moving, mate.

That's good work.

Good work, good work.

Stay sharp.

Nice.

- What the f*ck are you doing?

Let the boy work!

- Nice.

- Ah, f*ck.

- That

looked good, man.

That was good. That's better.

- Water.

What the f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*ck?

- I don't. Ta.

It's f*cking 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.

- f*cking

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 f*cking

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 f*cking, he f*cking 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 b*stard!

- Want one?

Dirty b*stard.

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 f*cking 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, f*ck.

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, f*cking 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?

sh*t, 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 f*cking stranger to me.

- Oh yeah.

- You following me?

- What's he say?

- f*ck 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, f*ck me!

I feel like an old b*stard.

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 f*cking 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 k*ll 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 sh*t-

- Yeah, you can't look after-

- in my house.

- You can't give me any help?

- f*cking help yourself.

- You nasty f*ck.

- Yeah,

we're going home.

- You f*cking spiteful cow.

f*cking hell.

Oh, you f*cking piece of sh*t.

- 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 f*ck are you.

- My name's Sal.

- Your name's Sal, is it?

And what the f*ck

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, f*cking 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, f*ck, I'm sorry.

- It's all right. He

f*cking 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 f*cking 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.

- f*ck, it's not that simple.

- What isn't?

- Being a ref. It's

not that simple.

- You just gotta

f*cking stand there

while they kick the

f*ck out of each other.

What do you mean?

- f*cking 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, f*ck.

- Are you saying no?

You can't.

It's me. Who knows

you better than me?

- f*ck.

- 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.

- f*cking have him!

f*cking boy, hit him!

- Go and f*cking 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 f*ck down!

- That's it, lad.

Hey, help me get him up.

- 80.

- He needs a doctor.

- Wait, wait, wait. Hey, whoa.

Hey, are you f*cking

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 f*cking day?

You.

Come here.

You know who you are?

You know who you

are? Look at me.

Look at me.

You're the f*cking 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 f*cking town.

Remember the f*cking stairwell?

Armani suits and a

little security guard,

and John with his

stupid f*cking 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 d*ck,

and have a f*cking

drink with me.

- Molly here.

You know what to do.

Leave a message. Bye!

- Oh, f*cking 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 f*cking

flitting here and

flitting there.

Life doesn't work like this.

You're messing with

people's lives.

- I'm making f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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."

f*cking call 'em. You call

'em now and I'll bang 'em out.

I swear to God, I will f*cking

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 f*cking calling the

police? Are you f*cking joking?

She'll f*cking hate you

for it. I'm not kidding.

Call the police?

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 b*stards.

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?

- f*ck, 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, f*ck off.

Anyway, I got

a good spar for you tomorrow.

New kid. Logan Burns.

- Tomorrow, is it?

- Yeah. Why?

- f*ck, 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 b*stard,

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, f*ck off!

No!

f*cking hell.

- Big Shane is not

to be f*cked with.

McQueen is also

not be f*cked 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

f*cking end of it.

No more c*ck 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

f*cking 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

f*cking with us, Vince.

- Why are you looking

so nervous, man?

- He's not nervous.

It's his face, Paddy.

- So why the f*ck's he,

uh, not speaking, eh?

Cat got your tongue?

- What do you

want me to f*cking say?

- Don't you get

f*cking mouthy with me.

- Is this what this is, Vince?

Are you f*cking 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 f*cking cops?

- What are you on about?

- What the f*ck?

- Fall back,

you f*cking prick!

- Boys!

- Boys!

- What are you doing?

- What the f*ck?

- 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 f*ck 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 f*cking springing.

Now you listen to me-

- You could've told me

yesterday.

- for 30 seconds.

Shut your little

f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking shotgun.

- You can say no.

- He sh**t us when

we're leaving.

And he's got a f*cking

machete over there.

We're f*cked. If I don't

fight him, they'll k*ll us.

- Good man.

- Ah, f*cking, "Good man."

- We can make some money

off it too. It's good.

- Great. Call me Mo and f*ck me.

b*stard!

Are you f*cking kidding me?

- 10K on your boy.

- Let's make it 15.

- 15. Done.

- What the f*ck is this?

I wanna f*cking fight!

- Now, whoa. Just

f*cking settle down, son.

Settle f*cking down.

Come away, you f*ck.

- 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.

- f*cking have him!

- Why are you f*cking kicking?

- He's f*cking kicking our man!

He's kicking him in the

f*cking knees, Paddy!

Not the f*cking knees, Paddy.

- Come on! Come on!

- Ah, you f*cking f*ck!

Ah, f*ck!

You b*stard.

- You're in a real fight now.

- Paddy, he can't be f*cking

biting him like this.

m*therf*cker.

- 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 f*cking 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 f*cking

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 f*cking

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

f*cking kidding me?

- Nah, I f*cking can't.

Anyway, he's f*cked.

I'm done.

- Hey, he's forfeited!

- Sal, Sal, Sal, finish

your f*cking fight.

We're on the hook for 15,000.

- I'm off.

Finish the f*cking fight.

- I can't. I'm f*cking done.

I'll pay you.

- Vince, he's forfeited!

- Sal!

f*ck!

- 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 f*cked 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 f*cking there

because you invited me.

- You had the money

in the palm of your hand, and

you f*cking threw it away.

- You f*cking told me to come.

- You could've f*cking finished

it. You made a decision.

- I knew I should've

f*cking come.

Decision not to k*ll him.

He's not bright enough to know

that he'd have f*cking died.

I'd have f*cking k*lled

him. I'd have k*lled him.

- They're making 'em smaller.

- What are you on about?

- The f*cking egg.

They're making 'em smaller.

- You're not well.

The f*ck 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.

f*cking hell!

- It's f*cking 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.

- sh*t. 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 f*cking thick?

Let me explain to you.

You are not the star here.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm f*cking 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.

- f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck

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 f*cking

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 sh1tting myself.

Fought this hard b*stard.

I thought he had lead in these

gloves that night.

Beat the living sh*t 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 b*stard, 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 f*cking keys!

The f*cking keys!

- Be calm, mate.

- Move, move, move!

- There's no money.

- Open the f*cking

safe. Open the f*cking safe.

Open the f*cking safe!

- Easy, easy.

- Where, where,

where's the f*cking money?

Where's the f*cking money?

- There's no money.

- f*ck.

Where's the f*cking money,

man? The f*cking money!

- Hey, hey, hey,

hey. Listen, relax.

He's an old man. Relax.

- He knows

where the f*cking money-

- sh*t, there's no

money. Let's just f*cking go.

No, no, no, please!

- Where's

the f*cking money?

- Sal!

It's bad, Sal.

It's all right.

It's bad, Sal.

f*ck! We've got to go!

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

- You got to go. You've

got to split Vinnie.

You have to go!

- f*ck!

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

- You have to go.

Just

go.

- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Just go.

- Okay, okay.

- Ah!

Ah!

- f*ck!

- 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 f*ck is he?

- Ah, come on, son.

- I'm sorry, Welly.

He's a no-show.

- Yep.

- So?

f*ck 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 f*ck 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!