♪ I could be so good for you
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ I could be so good for you
♪ Love you like you want me to ♪
Yes, it's PM with Joel Bray.
Stay with The Joel Bray Show
as Jackie Collins
takes on Willie Reynolds.
Now, my last guest tonight
needs no introduction,
but I'm going to give him one,
because before the show he told me
that if I didn't say something nice
about him, he'd give ME one.
And I'm certainly not going to
argue with a man who two years ago
retired as undefeated
light-heavyweight champion.
Will you give a welcome, please,
to Willie Reynolds?
Hello. Nice to see you. Oh!
Come and sit down, please.
Well, now, Mr Reynolds.
Or may I call you Willie?
Certainly, Mr Parkinson.
Oh, I see.
You're on the wrong channel, mate.
Well, all you TV hosts
look alike to me.
All right,
I'll stick to "Mr Reynolds".
I think a lot of women would like
to stick to Mr Reynolds, Joel.
Well, in that case...
Now, wait a minute, you can get
her autograph later, Willie.
I intend to. Right now,
I want her telephone number.
I see. All right. Now, can we talk
about this comeback fight of yours?
Comeback?
I ain't never been away.
Well, you retired, Willie.
You went to live in Jamaica.
- I was resting.
- That's not what you said at the time.
You said you were finished
with the ring.
You don't believe everything you
read in the papers, do you, Russell?
Why, the other day, I heard
that you were rated
the most popular TV personality
in High Wycombe.
Start believing that,
and you can go barmy.
Yes, you wouldn't by any chance
be trying to make a fool of me,
now, would you?
No, no
You're doing all right on your own.
Yes, I can quite see why they call you
Willie The Mouth.
I can see why
they don't call you anything.
Well, Mr Reynolds, are you getting
into shape for this fight?
He looks in pretty good shape
to me, Joel.
You know what?
I'm making a movie.
Are you available?
Don't make any appointments for the
next couple of days, love.
- But can you act?
- Well, I'm still working on that.
Yes, and how's the wife and the
lovely kiddies, Willie?
They're fine. They're in Jamaica.
Good, good, good.
Well, now. Can we talk about this man
you're going to fight - Jack Straw?
No.
- Well, now, I only wanted to ask...
- I said no.
How are you doing, Mike?
Seen any good movies lately?
All right, Willie. You win.
All the time.
No-one can accuse you
of being modest, can they?
I've got nothing to be modest about.
Enough about me.
Let's talk about you.
Good, good, good.
What did you think
of my last fight?
Oh, he's a k*ller!
Winchester Club.
Oh, hang on.
- Arthur, it's for you.
- I'm in conference.
Come on, Arthur. This is a bleedin'
club, not your office, you know.
Club? Is that what you call it?
Oh, you could have fooled me.
The Arthur Daley residence.
Barney who?
Have a cigar, Mr Daley.
Oh, that's very nice. Ta.
Ooh!
"Made in Japan."
What will they think of next?
Thank you.
You came...
You came highly recommended.
- We aim to please, Mr Mather.
- Oh, that's nice. That's nice.
You don't hear people say that
nowadays.
What's happened to the happy,
smiling bus conductors of yesterday?
Where have they all gone, eh?
And civility in the shops,
the friendly bobby on his bike,
the neighbourly comfort
when you're sick?
It's all gone, Mr Daley.
Dog eat dog nowadays, it is.
Are you a fan of the noble art,
Albert?
You don't mind if I call you Albert?
Call me Barney.
No, it's Arthur, actually.
Well, these are all my boys, Albert.
Every one of 'em.
Remember him - Tim McCoy, eh?
What a grafter that boy was.
I took him out of the mines, you
know? Set him on top of the world.
Rusty Marcello.
Toughest bugger I ever handled, eh?
A record as long as your leg.
GBH. as*ault and battery.
What a pedigree!
But that's the lad -
Willie Reynolds.
Light-heavyweight champ three years.
Retired unbeat.
And what a showman.
Guaranteed to put
10,000 bums on seats,
even if he fought the bleedin'
Burmese jungle.
What do you...?
What do you charge for your lad?
- My lad?
- Terry McCann.
Oh, no, no, no.
Terry gave up boxing years ago.
I know.
I wept when I heard that.
He'd have gone far, that boy.
Could have made a fortune.
- You reckon?
- With me behind him, I should think so.
Well, I'm not...
I'm not absolutely sure
that he has entirely given it up.
You know. I mean,
if the price was right...
No, actually,
I called you up about a minder.
Yeah. I heard Terry was
into that sort of thing.
Well, again, same applies.
If the price is right...
- Name it.
- What?
Name your price.
Well, 300 quid a week.
- Plus expenses.
- Right.
You named your price.
Now I'll name mine.
£150 a week... all in.
- Hello, Bert.
- How you doing? All right?
- Family OK?
- Yeah, fine.
Willie?
OK, we're all here.
Come on, let's go, champ.
- Hey, Barney.
- What is it?
Less of the "Champ" routine,
OK?
Sure. Whatever you say.
Hey, wait.
Wait a sec.
Right.
Hi, there, fans.
The Mersey Mouth is back...
..to brighten up
your miserable lives.
Friends, friends, friends,
you don't forgot the rules.
When I'm around,
I do the talking.
You all do the listening.
OK, my children,
here we go.
"There was a young cat
called Jack Straw
Who thought he could fight,
and what's more
He took on the champ,
but went out like a lamp
Before he could get
to Round Four.
Hey, Willie, why did you come back?
You said you never would.
Well, the truth was, my friend,
I missed all your beautiful faces.
Hey, Willie,
what do you think of Jack Straw?
Who?
- Willie, do you intend to...?
- Well, that's it, folks.
Spread the news, give a cheer.
Willie boy is here.
- Oh, come on.
- Come on.
- They need more than that, son.
- Where's that bleedin' car?
I wonder what's up.
You're getting easy,
it's all worked up.
You can take it with one hand tied
behind your back.
I don't know
what all this aggro's about.
- Where to?
- Cadogan Place.
Hey, you!
Hey, you at the wheel.
Who, me?
You picked a right one here,
Barney.
Who, me?
My name is McCann.
Terry McCann.
- Are you the minder?
- Yes.
One of the best, Willie.
I don't know.
Looks a bit of a powder puff
to me.
Hey, watch it!
Sorry, sir.
Park it and come up, will you?
- It's a bit out of the way, isn't it?
- It's the best I could do, Willie.
However, your Uncle Barney's found
a way to keep your mind occupied.
Gordon Bennett!
Move 'em out, Barney.
Willie, let's get
a few lines uncrossed, shall we?
You are the Mersey Mouth.
You're the guy people
read about in the gossip columns.
The man people love to hate.
That's why they pay
to see you fight.
You can't go away for couple years,
come back doing a Greta Garbo,
and expect the punters to roll in.
Wise up, son. Wise up.
Right, ladies.
Teeth and t*ts!
Lovely. Now, let's just have one more
like that. Beautiful.
You, in a bit. Come on. Lovely!
Come on, Willie, smile.
You're supposed to be enjoying this.
OK, Barney.
We'll do it your way.
You, out!
You two girls, make a cup of tea.
And, you,
back here by eight o'clock.
You'd better get your head down
this afternoon, boy.
Looks like
you're in for a long night.
- Champagne.
- Coke for me.
- You're a real hard man Coke?
- Yes, coke.
You don't look like a minder.
- I'm moonlighting, ain't I?
- In the daytime, I'm a brain surgeon
- Are you any good?
- I get by.
We'll soon find out.
Where's the champagne?
Hey, love, can I borrow
your chassis for a twist?
What?!
On your pins, darling. It's your
lucky night. We're gonna dance.
We most certainly are not.
Go away!
I never take no for an answer.
Peter, will you deal with this man?
When I want you to talk, Godzilla,
I'll nod my head.
I didn't ask you to talk.
Your department, whacko.
Now, look,
I'm sorry about this.
- What is...
- Now, hold on, don't be silly.
I'm sorry about that,
I had no...
Aargh!
I'm sorry about that, sunshine.
Just calm down and I'll buy you a drink.
All right?
McCann, I don't pay you
to lie down on the job.
I must say, I prefer
your left profile myself.
- Now, I never welsh on a job, right?
- Oh, no.
You are a stayer, Terry,
wet or fine.
You have got bottle. That is the one
thing I've always admired about you.
Well, this idiot Reynolds
only needs a minder
because he has to keep going out
and getting into trouble,
- so he can keep up his public image.
- Yeah, that's about the size of it.
- He's selling tickets on me!
- In a noble cause.
No, I'm not having it.
I'm sorry, mate, no.
No, no, no, no.
Listen, listen, listen.
Terry, listen.
Look, Reynolds sells tickets.
That is how he is able to pay us
£100 a week.
He got me into four barneys last night.
I'm not supposed to do that.
- I could go back to nick.
- Look, look, I'll tell you what.
It's going to make
a laughing stock of my cut,
but I will up your whack to 70 quid.
Now, I cannot say fairer than that,
can I?
- Hello.
- Yes, you can.
- How?
- You can say 80.
- Terry?
- Hello.
Sorry to interrupt your conference,
Arthur.
but Mather here's saying,
'Where the hell are you?'
- Terry... He's on his way.
- He's on his way.
There are times, you know, Arthur,
when you inspire in me something a
bit less than hero-bleedin'-worship.
Want to finish that, an' all?
- Hey, Dave...
- What now?
Bring us a pair of scissors.
I've got one here for the scrapbook.
- You hate my guts, don't you?
- Yep.
There's no need to beat about
the bush. Tell me straight.
What a way to earn a living.
Why did you come back?
When I retired,
I had a nice little wad
and a thousand income tax
collectors going barmy
trying to get their hands on it.
Must be terrible to be rich.
"Go and be a tax exile,"
the man said.
"Live like the elite.
Play golf all day.
Live like a Martini ad."
Well, it didn't pan out that way.
I missed real ale,
the missus missed
shopping up West...
..and the kids missed everything
from Queens Park
Rangers to conkers.
Yeah, but you didn't have
to come back to boxing, did you?
We go through our money
in two years, right?
So I come back to England
to work summat out.
The first thing that happens is
that I get rained on.
The second thing is this geezer hits
me with a tax bill for 20 grand.
Now, I ask you, where does someone
like me raise that kind of dough?
Nuclear physics
- What's the purse on this fight?
- 50,000.
- If you win.
- I'll win.
You reckon?
Who the hell's Jack Straw?
Stick him on the wall.
He's young and he's hungry,
which means he's better than you think.
Look at me. I'm sweated.
Listen, sunshine,
if you want to watch Match Of The
Day in the bosom of your family,
you'd better pull
the jolly old finger out.
Do I have to?
Don't Mather ever come training
with you?
Barney?
It's too early for him.
You've got real talent
in your corner, haven't you?
Come on, champ
On your toes.
- Mrs Reynolds?
- Oh, are you Terry?
I hope so,
otherwise, I'm nicking your case.
- Your limousine awaits, ma'am.
- Thanks.
Where are the kids?
I had to leave them in school.
- Going to the fight?
- No.
I'm no different from
most fighters' wives.
I hope he wins, but I don't want to
see him get knocked about doing it.
Yeah.
This Jack Straw
- is he any good?
Don't know about "good".
He's tough.
- What's Willie reckon?
- Your fella reckons he'll wall it.
Will he?
No.
I thought we'd finished with this lark
two years ago when he quit.
- You had some back luck, eh?
- What's he told you?
He told me you're a bit short.
A bit?
Listen, Mrs Reynolds...
Listen, if I promise to behave,
can I sit up front with you?
Feel free.
I know you're only the chauffeur,
but you can drop the "Mrs Reynolds".
I'm young enough to be your sister.
Er, Ruth,
can you do Willie a favour?
- How?
- Tell him he's not fighting rubbish.
And if he don't look after himself,
he's going to get hurt
and he's going to get beaten.
- Why don't you tell him?
- Well, I'm only a minder.
- And anyway...
- You don't like him?
- I wouldn't say that.
- Oh. What would you say?
I'd say I can't stand him.
A lot of people can't,
and I don't mind.
But you do care enough
to warn him about this bloke Straw.
I'm a friend of the family,
ain't I?
Barney.
Oh, hello.
It's all happening, I see.
- You reckon?
- Well, don't you?
No, Arthur,
I don't think it's all happening.
I don't think
anything's happening at all.
- What do you mean?
- Look at them. No-one's trying, are they?
That sparring partner
couldn't knock ash off a f*g.
Yeah, but sparring partners aren't
supposed to act rough, are they?
There's a difference
between acting rough
and being a contender for Coming Dancing.
Look at that.
- What's the matter?
- Sorry, Mr Mather. Twisted my ankle.
Aw, poor love
- All right, champ, that's enough, then.
- Come on, Barney, I'm just warming up.
You don't want to overdo it, boy.
I'll have a go, if you like.
Just a minute. Just a minute.
Not scared, are you, Willie?
Not scared of
a powder puff like me?
Let him up.
I think he's looking after Willie
at the mo.
- It's not a bad body, is it, though?
- Nice bum.
Watch his right.
He drops it when he comes in close.
Keep your guard high and
wait for him to telegraph his left.
- And whatever you do...
- Arthur, go and sit down, eh?
Go on, Terry, make him have it.
Come on, move, Terry,
move!
Come on, my son,
do it like I showed you.
Watch his right, Terry.
Hello, what's this - pat-a-cake?
What does it take to get you going,
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Stop it. Stop it. Get off.
Listen, Arthur,
I hired a minder.
Minders ain't supposed to go around
walloping their bleedin' clients.
Just what I was going to say,
Barney.
Oh, dear, he's not pleased with you,
my son, not one little bit.
- Oh, dear, oh, dear
- What's your game?
Never mind about my game,
what's his game? Fake!
- What do you mean, fake?
- Got no punches.
YOU could beat him.
But he's odds on with the bookies.
Jack Straw's 11-2 against.
With odds like that,
it's obvious, innit, son?
Someone's put a fix in.
- Hello, love.
- Hi.
- Willie?
- What kept you?
I'll see you guys later.
- Oh, Willie, wait.
- I've waited two weeks.
- But you're in training.
- I know that.
Oh, Willie.
- I'll see you anon, then.
- Hand me those lamps.
As quick as you can, now.
Come on, come on.
- How are the kids?
- Fine.
Why do you have to stay in a hotel?
Why can't you stay here?
Oh, you know damn well why.
How are you, kiddo?
- Willie, this fight...
- A doddle.
Straw's no pushover, Willie.
- He's supposed to be a tough guy.
- I can handle him.
- Can you?
- Of course.
Love, you know why you quit.
- Remember what you said then?
- I know.
But it's different now.
- Is it different?
- Ruth...
Did you come all this way
just to give me the wind up?
I'm OK.
I can take out this Jack bleedin'
Straw, or whatever his name is.
Then, why aren't you training?
Why are you sitting up here
doing stupid commercials?
It's a mug's game.
I think
you'd better go back to the hotel.
- Can you beat him, Willie?
- Yes.
Yes, I can beat him.
I'll knock him cold inside four.
OK?
Satisfied?
Now get off my back, Ruth!
Hey, kiddo, wait!
I'm sorry.
Hey, hi, man.
Come on up.
Help yourself.
- Willie, get rid of 'em.
- What are you saying, man?
Clear 'em out.
I want to talk to you.
- Hop off!
- Sling it.
Sling it?
Telling me to sling it?
- OK, that's it. Everyone out.
- Oh, Willie!
Come on. Come on.
- Where's Ruth?
- At her mum's.
All right, then, Willie,
how's it work?
How does what work?
Come on, there's no need
to hide it from me. The fix!
I've started to like you, whacko.
Don't blow it.
Ask me if I'm gonna fall over and
I'll knock your bleedin' head off.
Oh, yeah
Like you did this afternoon, eh?
You've got a punch
like a baby's belch.
If somebody asks you to run
ten yards, you'd have a coronary.
And look at this!
Boozed up to the gills every night.
Hot-and-cold running birds
in every room.
You're really trying, you are,
ain't you?
So what's the deal?
Look, Straw's a no-hoper.
Who told you that? Barney?
- And others.
- Well, you're wrong, sonny!
No-one pays you
to give me advice.
Come on!
Hey, Willie,
seen my shoe?
Oh, sorry. Hold on.
Come on, upstairs.
You landed right on
my rotten ankle!
I couldn't help it,
could I?
- Does it hurt?
- Course it bleedin' hurts!
Listen, I've seen Straw fight
and you fool around.
If that's all you've got,
you're gonna lose.
Last fight I had before I quit,
could've sent the bloke home
in a doggy bag.
Yeah, I know, I saw it.
So why didn't you?
It was open house.
Giving out invitations.
Here's my chin, here's my nose,
here's my ribs.
Be my guest.
It was pathetic.
So why did it go the distance?
I couldn't hit him.
You saw that today.
I've lost it.
Lost what?
What are you talking about?
That feeling in your gut
that tells you
to k*ll the other b*stard
before he kills you.
When you're young, when you're
hungry, it's no problem.
It's easy to make porridge
out of a bloke's face.
When you've got it all,
when you don't have to prove
yourself any more, what then?
You know you're only doing it
for the punters.
Splash a bit of blood about so they can
go home feeling frisky to the wife.
That's it work.
I'm a fighter who doesn't
like hitting people anymore
Yeah, well I once met a sex maniac
who was shy...
and I thought he had problems...
Ruth knows. That's the reason I quit.
Barney, he went bananas.
Why Willie, why?
I can get you 50 grand a match
guaranteed with your charisma.
Charisma.
The mersey mouth.
The disco-punch ups,
the dolly birds.
All that crap.
Showbiz.
So when I said I'd come back...
for a good prize.
He set me up with a...
Hi set me up with Straw.
Said I could waltz in.
Even without a knockout punch.
Do 15 rounds of dancing,
and take him on points.
Nah. All right,
he's got no science, right,
and he's got no style.
- Right.
- Yeah, but he has got a punch.
And I'll tell you something,
sunbeam, you will not last 15 rounds.
No sweat.
The loser gets 20 anyway.
Do all right for my tax.
And what then, eh?
You go back to the family
looking like mashed potatoes.
No more 50-grand fights, son.
And soon no more fights at all.
It costs money to live here,
especially with Ruth and the kids.
It costs a small fortune just to go
the QPR and have a pint afterwards.
Who needs it?
Maybe I'll go back to Jamaica.
To do what?
Open a restaurant bar.
The Mersey Mouth Watering Hole.
Throw in a couple of Mark Yarwoods.
You ever seen my impersonation
of Harry Belafonte?
Right. Ta.
Still 2-1 on Reynolds.
11-2 against Straw.
That'll be 10p, Arthur.
Dave, you are getting
very small-minded.
And I am not the only person
who's noticed it either.
- How does it work, Arthur?
- How does what work?
How can you put a bundle on one bloke
and still keep the odds short on the favourite?
It's easy with a fight
like this.
Everyone's gonna back Reynolds,
ain't they? He's THE man.
If Muhammad Ali was fighting tomorrow,
you'd back him, wouldn't you?
- Yeah.
- Course you would.
So you want a bundle on Straw -
you spread it around.
Pony here, century there.
Different bookies, you know?
It's a rotten business.
I suppose you've got your bundle
on him, haven't you?
A couple of bob.
After all, you did tip me
the wink about Willie's weakness.
That's lousy, Arthur,
and you know it is.
It is business, my son.
It is dog eat cat
in this world today.
I mean, I often wonder to myself,
what has happened to all the happy,
smiling bus conductors?
Or the service you used to get.
Whatever happened to flying boats?
Meanwhile,
all those punters out there
who have put their money
on Reynolds,
who are gonna lose it,
right?
Becouse they think
the fight's kosher.
Boxing - kosher?
Oh, Terry, leave it out!
Oh, yeah, go on, go on.
Have a good laugh.
Everyone else does. Boxing?
'Blimey, oh, no, no, no.
Bent as a fiddler's elbow, dear.'
All right, there are a few crooks
in the game. Yeah. We accept that.
But the geezers who get up there
in the ring and do it,
and they do it,
they're OK.
They're not Einstein,
but they're OK.
They're straight, Arthur.
Do you remember what that is?
All right, so they may not have
the brains to make a mint of money.
No, they leave
all that clever stuff to
"intellectuals"
like you and Barney Mather.
But these geezers,
they get in the ring,
and they still believe
that boxing is the noble art.
They think,
for some strange reason,
there's something honourable
about playing the game.
Doing it by the rules.
They do it and, for them
and for some of us, it's kosher.
Ooooh!
Well, I'll go to our house!
What has got up his nose,
I would very much like to know.
You're a real diplomat, Arthur,
I'll say that for you.
Yeah, one of the old school.
You could export hot pastrami
to the Vatican.
- All I said...
- All you said... was too much.
Hey, hey, not enough.
Come on, you're 10p light.
- Cover charge.
- Wait, I didn't even ask for that.
Force it down you.
What's the matter
with everyone today?
Really working him, aren't you,
Barney
Hey, Terry, wait!
Wait!
♪ Day-O, oh, day-O! ♪
Come on.
Let's have some of this.
What the hell's going on here?
Tell me something, McCann.
- What?
- Are you serious
or are you just all mouth?
Am I just mouth?
Oh, dear, oh, Lord!
You all right, my son?
♪ I could be so good for you!
♪ I'm gonna help you
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ I'd do anything for you-oo-oo!
♪ I'd be so good for you
♪ I could be so good for you
♪ I'll do it like you want me to
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ There ain't nothing
I can't go through-oo-oo... ♪
All right, that'll do you.
Oi, stop!
There you go.
- Same time tomorrow, then?
- Yeah.
But I'll tell you what -
you win this fight,
I'm going to be
the one who needs a minder.
Ta-ta.
What's up, Willie? Oversleep?
My boy gets a good night's rest.
A man who does that
is a man who's confident.
So's Jack Straw.
Confident?
11-2 against?
What's his problem?
Can't he count?
What do you do with straw,
mate, eh?
Stuff it into a punchbag,
don't you?
Don't worry, mate.
I won't even spoil your make-up.
Well done, champ. Come on, let's go
back to the flat and have a shower.
No, no, my flat.
Behave yourself.
- Charlie!
- Yes, Mr Mather?
Got a job for you.
- I feel good, Terry.
- It's all very well
being able to do
a three-minute mile,
but we're not up against
Sebastian Coe, are we?
How do you feel about
thumping people?
Hang about. I'll lick it.
Morning, gents.
Drinking?
That's a nice surprise, Barney.
I've heard some very wicked things
about your lad, Albert.
Terry? What's he been up to?
- Everything all right, Arthur?
- Everything's fine, yeah.
- Looks a bit off-colour to me.
- He just needs some fresh air, that's all.
We'll take him out for a ride
later on and cheer him up.
- Won't we, Charlie?
- Yeah.
We'll take him out for a ride later
and cheer him up.
It's all right, Dave.
Well,
what's my lad been up to?
Slide off.
- What are you talking about?
- Ya-ta-ta-ta.
- I'll explain outside.
- What's wrong with explaining inside?
Well, it's all a matter of...
You know, it's... um...
It's all a bit difficult.
You've got a wonderful way
with words, Arthur.
You mean I've been fired, eh?
No, no, not fired.
Golden handshake.
Mr Mather
was very, very generous.
Come here.
Sorry.
Don't you have any say in this,
Willie?
I'm sorry.
- Come on.
- Get off of me!
We never did sort out your
punching problem, did we, champ?
Well, I tell you what to do.
You have a look around you.
Cos these nice gentlemen here,
they're using your skin
to make a packet.
Go on, you have a good look!
And when Jack Straw starts
hurting you, you remember their faces.
Or, on the other hand,
maybe you're right.
Yeah. If you can't
beat 'em, join 'em, eh?
Still, there's always the blue-rinse
brigade in Montego Bay, in't there?
And your
Harry Belafonte impression.
Give my love to your missus.
You keep right away from here
from now on.
You too! Or someone's going
to start wearing crutches.
Pitiful!
Come on, champ, get the lead out.
Five rounds.
Let's see some of the old magic.
Hey, Terry.
Terry, wait, wait.
Yeah, I know, Arthur. You're sorry.
You want to buy me a drink.
Shake hands,
let bygones be bygones.
- No, no, no, nothing like that.
- What, then?
Do you really think Willie can win?
I've got a b*mb
riding on Jack Straw.
Listen...
One of these days, Arthur.
One of these days...
Woooh!
Not very sociable, Terry.
Oh, hi.
Here's some of Willie's gear.
All right?
Thanks.
I heard what happened.
- Yeah, well...
- I'm sorry.
Fellas like Barney Mather
are all to blame.
Well, whatever you want to say,
I agree with. Ta-ta.
Are you going to the fight tonight?
No, no. I haven't been invited.
Well, Willie said
he'll see you back here afterwards.
We're going to Jamaica tomorrow.
Listen, do you know how everything works
on the telly and all that stuff?
I won't be watching the telly.
Yeah, well...
He's going to lose,
isn't he, Terry?
Who knows? At least
we'll be rooting for him, right?
I'll see you. Cheers.
Go on, whack him!
- Hey! Use your left.
- Go on! Do it!
Come on, The Mouth!
Come on!
Come on! Go!
- Go on, Jack, my son!
- Go on, get him, boy!
- Go on!
- Get on with it!
Where's your big mouth now, eh,
Reynolds?
That'll keep him quiet.
I thought you were going to
finish it in four, Reynolds?
- Bleedin' loud mouth. Look at him.
- Go on! k*ll him, Jack! k*ll him!
Oi, oi, you're the only loud mouths
around here. Keep it quiet, eh?
'Reynolds has not yet won a round.
By my count, I make it
five to Straw, six with this one.
Since that amazing knock-down
in the second,
the ex-champion just hasn't been
able to take the pace as he used to.
His punches are literally
bouncing off his opponent
as if there's no weight behind them.
There goes the bell
for the end of Round Six.'
I can't take much more of this.
And these two ain't helping either.
Get them in, will you, son? I'll see you're
all right. I'm a bit light at the moment.
You're going to make a bundle
out of this, aren't you?
You bet on Straw, didn't you?
That's what you said.
That is what you said, innit?
Yeah.
Well, you don't look like
a bloke about to clean up.
I switched.
You what?
Well, I worked it out.
I mean, Mather gives you the elbow.
There's Willie acting as if
his right arm's gone when you leave.
I know it was because
you was training him up.
What made you switch bets,
you idiot?
You don't have to tell me about the
fight game. I know all about that.
I saw those John Garfield pictures
where he's paid to take a dive
and wins, so he can spit
in the eye of Zachary Scott.
All that to-ing and fro-ing
with you and Willie, I thought,
"Hello, what's a little bird
trying to tell me?"
"Young Terry's got Reynolds
ticking over," I thought.
"He's not going to lose after all,"
I thought.
I trusted you, Terry. And look
where it's bloody well got me!
'Round seven.'
I'm sorry, Arthur.
I'm really sorry.
Go on, Jacky boy!
Go on!
- All right, that's it. I'm off.
- Where are you going?
You're lapping this up,
aren't you?
Course I'm not.
What a thing to say.
No, I was just wondering if there was
any chance that he might... you know...
What, like John Garfield?
Aren't you a bit old to believe
all that Hollywood garbage?
- Old?
- Come on.
Hang about, Terry!
- Can't take any more, eh?
- No.
- Oh, sorry, mate. Here!
- Oh, dear, look.
- Terry!
- Bloody hell, mate!
All right, lads.
Sit down and belt up.
Oi, oi, what, what, where?
I'm going to see Willie's missus
and you're driving me.
- Willie's missus?
- Yeah.
What for?
It's called showing sympathy,
Arthur.
Being a pal.
A friend in need...
I might as well be talking Chinese
with you.
No, no, no, no.
I understand.
I mean, what am I?
Some kind of monster?
Get out.
Come on!
Don't let him rest at all.
Not at all.
- How's the eye?
- No, it's all right, look.
- No, it's... Look.
- Yeah.
Oh, leave that off.
I was trying to get Radio 4.
There's a programme on
about TS Eliot's early life.
- What are you, Arthur?
- Some kind of monster?
Go on, Jack! Come on!
Go on! Go on!
Finish it! Finish it!
Come on!
Go!
Get him, Jack!
That's it, there.
Willie Reynolds!
Willie Reynolds!
Give him one, Willie!
Oh, hello, Terry.
Hello, love.
Erm...
Arthur Daley, Ruth.
- Ruth, Arthur Daley.
- Hello, love.
Er, shall we come in?
I'm surprised
you're not at the fight, love.
Oh, not even watching it on the box?
Well, I just thought...
Have you heard
how the fight's going?
- No.
- Well...
It's a bit difficult to tell
at the moment. You know?
Is he in trouble?
Listen, any chance of a cup of tea
or something?
Yeah.
I cancelled the flight.
I... I fixed it so we could stay
with my mum for a few days.
I don't want the kids to see him
like...
You know.
Where does your mum live?
In Waltham.
Oh. That's nice, innit?
- Listen, have you eaten?
- Oh, I'm not hungry.
I can knock you up a sandwich.
Really thanks, I couldn't eat a thing.
Now I see a doctor
is getting into the ring.
Oh my God a doctor.
We all just hope there's
nothing seriously wrong.
- He went down hard...
- Turn that off!
- What?
- That!
Turn it off!
- Oh, yeah.
Thank God
he's getting up!
Hold a sec.
Who they said on the deck?
- What?
- Turn it on quick!
- Terry!
- Turn it on!
What a desperately
bewildered man Jack Store must be...
He's won.
He is bloody won!
Who is won?
To win by a knockout!
I don't believe it.
He actually won!
This is only 1.4 to 1?
Oh, look at his face.
Yeah, but he won.
Didn't he?
He's won!
Thanks, Terry, I owe you!
Terry? Terrry who?
Hey Ruth put the cattle on.
I'm coming home!
I always knew he could do it.
Didn't I tell you Terry?
Never give up till after the last round!
"Where there's life, there's hope", that's
what John Garfield says.
I bet you're well pleased, don't you?
All that dough that Willie make...
No, no, no, no.
I only had a couple of them.
That's not what you're face told me,
when you thought he was loosing.
C'mon, Terry, you know I'm not
a betting man!
Oh, my dear...
- I'm very pleased with you my dear.
- Sure.
- Look, I just wanted to say...
- Yeah, it's his round!
- That is not what I'd like to say...
- No, it's good enough, really...
Now what is this Dom Pérignon
everybody talks about?
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♪ If you want to
I'll change the situation
♪ Right people right time
♪ Just the wrong location
♪ I've got a good idea
♪ Just you keep me near,
I'll be so good for you
♪ I could be so good for you,
I'm gonna help you
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ I'll do anything for you ooh-ooh
♪ I'll be so good for you
♪ I could be so good for you
♪ I'll do it like you want me to
♪ Love you like you want me to
♪ There ain't nothing
I can't go through ooh-ooh
♪ I'll be so good for you ♪
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