All language subtitles for A Thousand Blows S01E01 eng

[groaning]

[grunts] Oh, no.

[groaning]

- [bystander] What's going on?
- [all clamouring]

[woman screaming]

- Make space. Please. I'm a midwife.
- [woman] Help me.

My baby's coming. [groans]

- Can you walk, my love?
- Not another step.

[midwife] Oh, this lady's set to open.

Gentlemen, I ask you
to close or avert your eyes

whilst I make an examination.

Breathe, now.

- Breathe. Deep breaths, my love.
- [woman screams]

- Hezekiah.
- Hmm?

I know you tell me
to expect the unexpected

in this country, but this is madness.

The woman is about to give birth,
so it's not unexpected for her.

But she's doing it in the street.

[woman groaning]

- [midwife] Breaths. That's it, my dear.
- [Hezekiah] Perhaps.

- Lots of breaths. Lots of breaths.
- [woman screams]

- [midwife] Breathe now. Breathe.
- Perhaps not.

- [midwife] That's it. That's it, my dear.
- [breathing deeply]

I think she's going to have
the baby right here on the pavement.

- Yo, wait--
- Yo, Alec.

We just arrived.

Let's see
how the river run in this country.

Can one of you gentlemen find a carriage
and get her to St Bartholomew's?

It's all right, ma'am, I found a copper.
He said he'd take care of her.

[crowd murmuring]

So this is how the rivers run?

If you don't have it, you take it.

- So let's take it.
- [chuckles]

[shouting, indistinct]

[vendor 1] Do I have a ten anywhere?

[vendor 2] Nine lots of four bales.
Four bales a lot.

[vendors shouting]

- Sold to you for 11.
- Very good.

[vendor 1] The next lot
is from the Peel plantation in Jamaica.

Six lots of raw cane.
Starting the bidding at nine.

Alec. Come, come.

Excuse me, sir?

Sir?

My friend Alec and I

just get off the packet ship Endeavour
from-- from Kingston, Jamaica.

We are looking for the East London
Aquarium and, uh, Zoological Garden.

[pedestrian] Excuse me.

[officer] A long way to come for a zoo?

Sir, I dream of this since I was a boy.

That true.

[Hezekiah] Been offered a position there.

That way. East.

- And there will be a hotel there?
- [scoffs] How much money you got?

Five shilling, me have.

Five shill-- [chuckles]
Then you really, really are heading east.

How far east you say?

You keep heading east until you get
to where you can barely breathe the air,

where the sun don't shine,
and the birds don't sing.

When you get there,
you may find a hotel you can afford.

Welcome to London, gentlemen.

This position you got, what is it?

I've come to London
to become a lion tamer!

[seagulls squawking]

[pedestrians chattering]

[sheep bleating]

[Hezekiah chuckles] Hello.

[both chuckle]

[sighs] Yo.

[sighs] Come.

Here.

- Excuse me, sir? Sorry.
- [pedestrian] All right.

We are looking for lodging.

- Sorry, we're full.
- Look, we need only one room, alright?

- And we can share.
- You can't 'cause we're full.

Then can you point me to another place
that maybe has room--

They're full too.

Listen...

I've been there.

I'm Irish.

But I've got neighbours.

I ain't gonna rock the boat.

[Alec sucks teeth]

Good luck, boys.

[bartender] Morning, ladies.

- Morning, Punch.
- Morning.

Can you put this on Sugar's slate?
He knows I'm good for it.

- Successful outing?
- Rudely curtailed.

There was a time
all a copper asked was two bob.

These young ones don't know the rules.

Tell Sugar I'll see him
at the fight tonight.

Come on, boy.

[dog panting]

Come on.

All right, ladies. Shell out.

Anne, take that to Max Miller.

We'll divvy up in the Blue Coat Boy
tomorrow night.

You each take that with ya,
I will put the rest in the rocking horse.

We'll all work the fight tonight.
Tourists and new faces, yes?

Now,

business is good.

We're doing well,
but real money ain't found

at the bottom of a man's pocket.

In the coming weeks,
I'm gonna need you all to be on your toes.

Plans are forming.

For that reason, me and Esme will lodge
in the Drum until further notice.

Belle, go back to the Elephant and Castle,
bring Sharkey Devenish here.

We've only got one room.

Okay.

With your ladies' permission,

I will spend two bob of our takings
on an extra room for tonight.

I badly need a fuck. It's only two bob.

- All those in favour, say "Aye".
- [all] Aye.

- Good.
- All right. Well, in that case,

send Dickie Summerville up here as well.

If I'm listening to it through a wall,
Mary, I might as well be doing it.

So Sharkey and Dickie delivered
to The Green Dolphin boarding house.

- Do you want 'em wrapped?
- Just sober.

Mmm, you'd better be fucking quick then.

- What's this plan of yours, Mary?
- You'll know when you need to.

But anyone can steal from the bottom.

It's time we stole from the top.

It's either them say no,

or them ask treble the price.

[landlord] You owe rent.

For last night and tonight

and one extra room
with a soft bed for this evening.

So was it a boy or a girl?

What?

When you left this morning,
you were pregnant.

Yeah. Uh,
it was a little boy actually. Mmm.

He had four arms for stealing with,

two mouths for sucking with,

six legs for running away
from the police with.

Mmm, yes.

Species do tend to adapt to their calling.

Mr Lao, I have instincts
that come trickling down my spine.

You're on the run from someone.

A man is found reading a science book
in East London

and that means he's on the run?

It means he's found himself
in the wrong place, yeah.

And there is always a reason.

That is not instinct.

- That is logical deduction.
- [Mary scoffs]

Well, I believe in luck and chance,

and even though
we're only recently acquainted,

I have made a note in my little notebook
about you, Mr Lao.

[Esme] Queen of the Elephants
likes mysteries, Mr Lao.

And who are the Elephants?

We ladies are the Elephants.

The Forty Elephants.

And as the Queen of the Elephants,
I travel around this beautiful city

offering poor, lost souls opportunities.

Opportunities that will change
their lives.

And I may-- may have
one such opportunity for you,

Mr Lao.

Madam.

I know your line of work.

I know you live in the shadows.

Yeah, shadows can't hold us, Mr Lao.

What the Queen has planned is so daring,
the whole of London

- and the world will know--
- Esme.

Expect two men.

Rough coves, have them hosed down,
sent to our rooms.

And what would I need with opportunities?

[Hezekiah] You don't have to say
the words for me to hear them.

What words, Hezekiah?

- Coming here to London was my idea.
- Mmm.

You're saying, "You got us into this.
You get us out."

Me never say that.

[horse whinnies]

- [enforcer] I said pick it up and read it!
- [villagers screaming]

- You're being evicted!
- [villager] Please, stop. Stop! [cries]

[sighs]

Yo. You believe in fate, right?

What?

You could earn some money
in the ring tonight.

No, no. Hezekiah, no.

- You were good.
- You were better.

Them call you the Morant Bay Whirlwind!

Only you who call me that.

And every time we fight, you win.

Hey, my position already filled, right?
And now,

so is yours.

Look, I'm going to fight lions.

All you have to do is box that white man.

[sucks teeth]

[Hezekiah] Our luck has changed.

Yo.

Leave this to me.

Soon come.

Right.

[tenants shouting, clamouring]

Good day, sir.

So I hope you can help me.
I'm looking for a room.

The last room has just been taken.

[stammers] You see, sir.

The truth is... [sighs]

...the colour of my skin
is making it very difficult for me

to find lodging in this city.

Don't care about your skin.

It is a question of mathematics.

[in English] What the fuck just happened?

A lot of Chinese workers
came to my country.

My grandmother was Hakka Chinese.

So I spoke it when I was a child,
you know.

And so when I speak it,
it reminds me of her.

[chuckles]

An African man who speaks Chinese.

Actually, I'm not from Africa.
I'm from Jamaica.

Ah.

You are just one?

[chuckles] Yeah, man. Me just one.

[banging on window]

[chuckles]

Yo.

[chuckling]

So where now? Which room we're going to?

Hey. [shushes]

But wha'?

Well, it's a room.

What the bumba, Hez?

Bumba that's free.

Now keep ya voice down.
I tell him it's just me one.

Yeah, but why is it free?

[sighs] You know, I think in London,
everybody different to each other

- you know?
- [sucks teeth]

So when you meet somebody
even half the same as you,

you come like they're your brother.

Now to survive in London, my friend,

we must believe ourselves
to be bigger than the place we are in,

- and believe that all misfortune...
- Mmm.

...is temporary.

It used to sound
so much better in Chinese.

Chinaman.

Room 7 and 8.

Queen in room 8.

Have you got any dope?

I don't like to be summonsed.

What have you been at, Sharkey?

Gin? Rum?

Laughing gas? Opium?

[chuckles] Okay.

I've been at the fucking races, Mare.

Fuck, that's a lot of bars.
Let me count it.

There's, uh--

There's little marks
on this money, Sharkey.

Oh, yeah, what marks?

There's, uh, little hearts drawn
on every note. Look.

So there is.

What?

You took this money out of my box
inside the rocking horse

in my private room.

Little hearts I put on every note I steal
to signify my love for improvement.

So you take my money
and wave it in my face.

I just don't like to be summonsed, Mare.

You don't like to be summoned
even if it's for a purpose?

Just give me it back, all right.
I won it at the races.

- Which races?
- Lingfield.

All right. You went to Lingfield races.

You beat up enough bookies
to spring 100 bars,

each one of them with a heart drawn on it?
You talk some sense to me.

[sighs] Mare, with you,
it's like dealing with a fucking man.

[sighs]

I am beyond men.

You talk sense to me.

All right, I lost.

I lost at Lingfield.

- So you gambled like a fucking gadje?
- [sighs]

Like a mug punter?

- A civilian?
- Mare--

Did you gamble any money
that had hearts on it?

- No.
- No?

No, no. I swear not.

All right. That was after--
Look. I got your message.

I was coming here,
and I had not a penny, okay?

I saw the rocking horse
and stuck me hand up its arse. That's it.

Look, I just--

- I don't like to be summonsed, Mare--
- [gun cocks]

Fuck.

[gulps]

No, it's fine. Just keep the money.

I brought you here for a reason,
to do a job, and I expect you to do it.

- So take off your clothes.
- Mare?

Look, you ain't right.

It's meant to be the man with a gun.
This ain't right!

Yeah, well, I've turned it the other way
around. Take off your clothes and fuck me.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Well, the gun don't fucking help, does it?

Look.

I've been at the gas.

All right? I'm sorry.

[chokes] Mare--

Then what use are ya?

You touch that rocking horse again,

- I will kill you.
- [coughs]

Fucking hell.

Get out of my fucking sight.

[grunts]

[coughing]

[spits]

I love ya, Mare.

I don't care how black your heart is, I--

I love you, Mary Carr.

Yeah, I'm going, yeah...

[door opens, closes]

- [Esme moaning]
- Some queen I am.

[Esme moaning]

Jesus, Esme!

[Punch] Roll up! Roll up!
It's Friday night boxing

- at the Blue Coat Boy!
- [Hezekiah] You ready?

[Alec] Hmm? Yeah, I don't know.

[Hezekiah] Wha' ya mean ya don't know?

Listen, man. I tell you already.

All you have to do is get in the ring
and do what you have to do.

[spectators chattering]

The fights start already.

We have reached the right place. Come on.

Let's make some money.

[patrons chattering]

[patron] I won't tell you again.
You owe me the money!

[bell rings]

[Punch] Ten minutes till showtime!

[folk music playing]

[exclaims]

[laughs]

Number four? It's 3-to-1.

Out of the way here. Now, here we go.

[spectators cheer]

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to another famous,
that is to say, world-famous,

- Blue Coat Boy boxing night!
- [spectators cheer]

First of two.
Friday night, Saturday night.

Now, tonight's entertainment
will feature Edward "Treacle" Goodson.

[spectators] Ooh!

A Professor of Boxing, Beast of Hoxton,

brother to the more famous
Henry "Sugar" Goodson,

but no less terrifying.

[spectators laughing]

Someone of you, some man in here,

might see this as an opportunity
to spread Treacle on my floor.

Any man who goes one round with him
and ends it vertical

will get his shilling back
and get one shilling more.

- [spectators clamouring]
- [Punch] And listen, you fuckers.

Listen!

Any man who pays his three shillings

and then leaves Edward "Treacle" Goodson
prone on the deck and unconscious,

that man will win
the entire amount of money!

- [spectators cheering]
- Hello, sir.

Looking well. [indistinct]
Have you come to watch...

As you can see, my son,
the educated one who has not shamed me,

has set up a desk in the usual place.

Go now and register your name

and be a part
of another world-famous night

of bare-fist fighting
in the world-famous ring

in the world-famous
Blue Coat Boy Inn and fucking restaurant!

You all right?

Oi, oi!

And may the good Lord
have mercy on your soul.

[spectators laugh, jeer]

[folk music playing]

Little jig, eh?

Here we go.

All right.

- Hezekiah.
- What?

It's all the money in the world
we have that.

And when you knock this Treacle man out,

- it'll be spare change.
- We not even know how strong him is.

Alec, you're hungry,
you're trained and you're Black.

- Hmm?
- [chuckles]

[Hezekiah] So that's it.

Go pay your three shillings
and get your name on the list, man

Ya do this for us,

and for the pride of the whole of Jamaica.

- All right? Go on. Go on.
- [sucks teeth]

[spectators chattering]

- [teller] You fancy your chances, fella?
- Maybe.

If you can take that man down,
you get everything that's in this box.

- Winner takes all.
- All of this?

[teller] All in the box, mate.

Where you from, mate?
Don't look like you're from London.

I'm from Jamaica.

Jamaica? [laughs]

[teller] Here's your number.
You're number seven.

So when the sixth man goes down,
you'll be seventh man in.

Oh, you're not drinking, love?

Off a ship, are ya?

Most sailors off a ship,
first thing they do is buy a drink.

You two ladies are from London, yes?

Well, I was born in Windsor Castle,
and I'm a Virgo.

- You were born in Kensington Palace...
- [Esme] Kensington Palace.

...and is a Capricorn.

All right, swell. Tomorrow, I'm going
to the East London Zoological Gardens.

Have you ever been there?

Actually, yes. We go there often,

especially when we know
there'll be a crowd.

- Have you seen the lions there?
- What do you wanna see a lion for?

I don't want to see a lion.

I want to tame one.

[Mary] You're a lion tamer?

Not yet, but I will be.

[Esme] You're not serious.

I'm not from London.

So when I say something,
that is what I mean.

Mary, there are a lot
of very drunk men in here

who are in need of urgent subtraction.

I'll see you later.

Not here for the boxing then?

My friend is here for the boxing.

He is the one going to fight tonight.

He's gonna fight Treacle?

Why? You know him?

You'd be better off with a lion.

The only creature in London worse
than Treacle Goodson is Sugar Goodson.

If I was you, I would run on over
and tell your friend to save his money.

Good luck with them lions.

On the subject of, um, money, madam.

Before you go,

I'd like you to give back the two
shillings you just thief from my pocket.

What was that, sorry? I-- It's quite loud.

Ah. The two shillings
you just stole from my pocket.

Just like your ladies did this morning

while you did have your baby.

- Mr Lion Tamer.
- Mmm.

You are one of two
in a strange part of a strange city.

A part of that city where bodies
tend to gravitate toward the river,

and the river takes them not suited
and escorts them out to the ocean

like a gentle doorman.

I have many friends in here,
including Treacle and Sugar...

- Mmm.
- ...and many men like 'em.

- Ah. Yeah?
- Mmm. Yes.

You have many friends.

Many, many friends.

You'd be better off with a lion.

You know what?

Just 'cause you're pretty.

[exclaims]

What's your name?

- [bell dings]
- [spectators cheering]

[Punch] Ladies and gentlemen...

I'm contender number seven.

Introducing, from Hoxton,

the legend,

- Edward "Treacle" Goodson!
- [spectators cheering]

Let's hear ya.

Here he is. Go on.

Yeah, it's all right.

Come on. Come on.

- [spectators chanting] Treacle! Treacle!
- Come on!

All right, son.

There he stands, hey?

The wounded bull

damaged by the black mountain gypsies
in their mountain lair.

- But still standing tall.
- [spectators cheering]

That-a-boy!

- The man there in the queue...
- Hmm?

...they say him always make that joke.

Him always say him injured
so people think them have a chance.

- Well, everything here is a blasted joke.
- Mmm.

[Punch] Our first contender,

Mr Alexander Fitzroy "Tiger" Hall!

- Keep it straight.
- [corner man] Show us your hands.

Enjoy it, son.

Now, let's go!

- Come on!
- [spectators cheering]

- [spectator] Come on!
- [grunts]

Go. Go!

- Go! Go!
- Finish him!

Give it him!

[spectators clamour, cheers]

- Yeah, boy!
- [chuckles]

- [grunts]
- [Punch] Go on!

Yeah!

[spectators cheering]

- Treacle!
- Yeah!

Yes! Go on, bash him!

- Yeah! Yes!
- [cheering continues]

Who's next?

[pedestrians laughing, chattering]

[sniffles]

I've come to see the Queen.

She went out.

- Went out where?
- No.

Where?

[bell dings in distance]

[spectators clamouring]

- [spectators chanting] Treacle! Treacle!
- [choking]

- [corner man] He's swallowed his tongue.
- [coughs]

[corner man] It's all right,
you'll be right as rain.

[Treacle] Come on!

Close fight, son.

Close fight.

[bell dings]

Right, listen. Oh, hey! [chuckles]

Who put that there? [chuckles]

All right, all right, all right.
It's time.

You got this. Ready?

- Feel good?
- [Punch] Now, ladies and gentleman...

- Yeah, man. I'm feeling good.
- ...contender number seven!

All the way from Jamaica...

- [Alec] Hezekiah.
- [Hezekiah] Yeah?

Nobody lay one hand 'pon him yet.

- You're gonna be the first.
- ...a young man

who just washed up this morning.

Do we have an Alec Munroe?

What's, he done a runner?

Yeah, me there, me there!

Here we go. Come on. Don't be shy.

Alec Munroe!

[spectators cheer]

Show me your hands.

Tougher than the last one, he'll be.

Here, shoes, shoes.

- Take his fucking head off.
- [chuckles]

- Here we go, gentlemen. Ready?
- [bell dings]

- Come on!
- Come on, son!

Let's go.

- All right, come on then. Come on.
- Come on!

- Come on!
- He's fast, man.

We got a runner! You can't just run!

- Yes! Come on!
- [Punch] That's one blow!

Go on!

Oh.

Come on.

You're good. You're good.

[inhales sharply]

Hit him!

Yes! Go on!

Come on, one more.

[spectators] Hit him!

Touch me.

Ah, wha' this? You can't do that!

What the--

Stay down, mate. He's done. He's done.

[shouting, indistinct]

[chanting] Treacle! Treacle! Treacle!

We got a victor!

- Don't forget your shoes.
- Thank you.

- You did good. You did good.
- Good, my raas.

You didn't see him elbow me?

- Why him don't stop the fight?
- All right, sit by the bar.

Get you a drink, all right?

And get a drink with what, Hezekiah?

We only have two shillings,
and we have to eat.

So we have a drink.

What you're gonna do, Hezekiah?

I should have never come
to this fucking country.

You is bad luck, Hezekiah.

Ever since you was a pickney, you just--

[Punch] Hold it there! Hold it there!

- Here we go.
- [bell dings]

There's no such thing as luck, Alec.

Everyone have him destiny
in his own hands.

Bet that sound better in Chinese too.

Nah, I'm not talking
about my grandmother, right?

It's me. That's what I believe.

[spectators clamour]

Beer and rum for the gallant loser
and his friend.

Come on!

That poster on that wall
invites all comers.

Beer and fucking rum, Johnny.

He did okay.

[sucks teeth]

My friend nuh like "okay".

[contender grunts]

Why that woman buy us a drink?

You know,

I actually have no idea.

My name is Mary Carr,

and I'm Queen of the Forty Elephants.

The biggest, fastest,
most independent gang of female thieves

- in the whole of London.
- [scoffs]

- Hezekiah.
- [Hezekiah] Hmm?

[Alec] How you do this, man?

You go into a place with a thousand people
and the one person you get to know is--

Is what?

What's the end of that sentence?

Apologies, madam,

but my friend, Hezekiah,
has a way of attracting...

trouble.

Right.

Well, you know what, I have a way
of attracting trouble as well.

[spectators clamouring]

- Mary!
- A friend of yours?

A disappointment.

You pretend these two men around you
are shadows.

Black like fucking shadows, ain't they?
So that's what they are.

- Bacra jancro d'ya say?
- Just--

Calm down, Sharkey.

Sit down. Sit down.

You're coming with me.
I'm gonna do the job you summonsed me for.

Now.

Come on.

Mary, you're mine.
You know you're mine, don't ya?

Everyone else
is just fucking shadows, Mare!

[Mary] What are you gonna do
with that, Sharkey?

What are you gonna do with that?

- You gonna shoot me?
- I might do, yeah.

You're gonna shoot me
in front of all these people, are ya?

- Okay.
- Don't fucking tempt me, Mary.

Go on. Do it.

Do it!

Otherwise, get out of my sight,
and don't you ever fucking come back.

[scoffs]

[Sharkey grunts]

[bell dings]

[Mary] Morning.

I want you to take our rooms off
your register.

We're moving in for a bit.

Mmm. They say you have friends
in Holland Park who are artists

who can recreate almost anything.

The note is real.

Consider it a down payment
on what I'm gonna owe you

when we've carried out
our little enterprise together.

Oh, well, I'll take that
as an indicator of interest.

I learned something yesterday.

Your friend, Sharkey, paid me a visit.

It would seem that being your acquaintance
carries risk as well as opportunity,

and you do not care much
for the consequences.

Risk, opportunity, they all sort of
go hand in hand, don't they?

What is this little enterprise?

Even as we speak,
aboard the Trans-Siberian Express,

there is a trade delegation
sent by Emperor Qing of China,

and they are bound for Westminster...

[sniffs]

...where her Majesty will give them
gifts of silver and shortbread biscuits

- in a presentation...
- [sniffs]

...at the home of the Earl of Lonsdale.

Me and my ladies have a plan
to intercept those gifts

and have them away in our underwear
before anyone knows they're missing.

You're going to steal
from the Queen of England?

I know you are resourceful, Mary.

But how will you do that?

Hmm, well. Okay.

That's, uh-- That's my business.

All you have to do is
turn some English words into Chinese,

Chinese words into English
and hand me a key.

Now I've given you £5.
There are a further 195 on offer.

[Mr Lao] Hmm.

Are you in, or are you out?

Find someone else for your schemes,
Mary Carr.

It's closed.

Good day to you, sir.

I am here to see Mr Harkness.

If you wanna come in,
it'll cost you a shilling.

Ah, but-- but I am here on business.

Shilling, or fuck off.

[Hezekiah sighs]

Left here. Left again at the turtles.

[dogs barking]

[zookeeper grunts, sighs]

[water trickling]

- Uh-- Uh, Mr-- Mr Harkness?
- [zookeeper coughs]

[grunts] Oh.

[sighs]

Lavatory's bust. [sighs]

Who are you?

Sir, uh--

My name is Hezekiah Moscow.

You wrote to me some months ago
offering me employment.

Mr Moscow.
All the way from Jamaica. Welcome.

Look, I would be happy
to work in any capacity,

of course, since I love all animals,

but my ambition is to be a lion tamer.

Well, my friend,
our lions are on a ship from Africa.

Due to dock in London next month.

- So, no time to lose.
- All right.

- Let's start your training today.
- All right.

Stay there. [sighs]

[breathes deeply]

- [glasses clinking]
- [Mr Harkness] Oh. [chuckles]

[grunts]

Come with me, Mr Moscow.

Hmm.

Come with me.

[door creaking]

[Mr Harkness chuckles]

[squawking]

Mr Harkness?

Huh?

Where are all the other animals?

Oh. [chuckles] Sleeping.

They're all sleeping.

[sighs] We keep 'em locked up
until the punters arrive.

They love to feed them.
It's a, uh, highlight of their visit.

[grunts, stammers] Well, then.

I've been looking
for a-- a replacement for some time.

You can step in for a while.

Uh, just till the, uh--

Till the lions get here.

Now...

[grunts, groans]

It's five bob a day.

Six on Sundays.

[whimpers, grunts]

Ple-- Please.

Cages are for animals.

[keys clatter]

[sighs]

[folk music playing]

[patrons chattering]

All alone now, Mary?

More and more, Treacle,
to be alone is to be in heaven.

An empty chair has no complications
and asks nothing from me.

Well, I heard a gentleman in your company
brought a firearm in here last night.

You know Sugar's rules.

Even you can't get away with that.

Well, that gentleman in question
will not be seen in here again, Treacle.

Yeah?

I spoke firmly with him.

He understood.

Things are finished.

And he's gone for a stroll, I'd imagine,
along the river to think about his future

if indeed he had one.

[scoffs]

Yeah.

[Sugar] You warn Mary
about bringing in drunks with firearms?

[chuckles] Yeah.

Sounds like she shot the man
from a cannon into the river.

Full house?

Yeah.

Always a full fucking house.

[Sugar clears throat]

Six pound over last night already
and sign-ups rolling in.

[scoffs]

Not a man in East London earning more.

[Sugar] Go tell Punch I'm ready.

Introducing from Hoxton,

the King of the River,

all the way from Windsor to the marshes,

the East London Gladiator.

[spectators clamour]

The legend continues to be told

- in the old East End of the almighty...
- [spectators whistle]

...Henry "Sugar" Goodson!

- [spectators cheer]
- Let's hear ya!

Bang the fucking drum!

- Sugar! Sugar! Sugar!
- [drum banging]

[cheering continues]

Sugar! Sugar!

[spectators chanting]
Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar!

Let's have contender number one!

[spectators cheering]

Sugar! Sugar! Sugar!

[bell dings]

Oooh!

[spectator] Finish him! Finish him!

[bell dings]

Come on!

Savage that, son. Savage.

[Punch] So now, ladies and gentlemen,
do we have our next contender?

Here he comes here, out of the shadows.

[spectators jeering]

And he is himself a living shadow.

It says here on my card that this man
is from our precious colony of Jamaica

where the ruby red rum is born.

And also born there,
a boy by the name of Moscow who reports--

you're gonna like this one--

that he is a lion tamer!

[laughs]

Please welcome

Hezekiah "The Lion" Moscow!

Are you really a lion tamer?

Best of luck.

Pull the other one.