All language subtitles for Minder s02e04 Dont Tell Them Willie Boy Was Here

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you wanted to.

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you wanted to.

Yes, it's PM with Joel Bray.

Stay with The Joel Bray Show as Jackie
Collins takes on Willie Rannell.

Now, my last guest tonight needs no
introduction, but I'm going to give him

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 Reddle.

Hello. Oh, come and sit down, please.

Oh. Well.

Well now, Mr. Reynolds, or may I call
you Willie?

Certainly, Mr. Parkinson.

Oh, I see.

Yes, well, you happen to be 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, Joe.

Well, in that case...

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. You
can get her autograph later, Willie. I

intend to. Right now, I want a telephone
number.

Yeah, I see. All right. Well, 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.

Well, I was resting.

That's not what you said at the time.
You said you were finished with the

Well, you don't believe everything you
read in the papers now, do you, Russell?

Why, the other day I heard that you were
rated the most popular TV personality

in High Wycombe.

Stop believing Dan, you can go bar me.

Yes, you wouldn't by any chance be
trying to make a fool of me now, would

Willie? No, no, you're doing all right
on your own.

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 called
Black Stud.

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
for a minute 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.

Anyway, look, enough about me. Let's
talk about you. Good, good, good.

What did you think of my last fight?

Oh,

he's a killer.

Where is the club?

Hang on.

Here, Arthur.

It's for you.

I'm in conference.

What, Arthur?

This is a big club, not your office, you
know. Club?

Is that what you call it? Oh, you could
have called me the Arthur Daly

residence.

Barney, who?

Have a cigar, Mr Daly.

Oh, that's very nice.

Tell.

Oh, made in Japan.

What will they think of Nick?

Thank you.

You came, uh, you came highly
recommended.

Are we home to please, Mr Macon? Oh,
that's nice, that's nice. You don't hear

people say that nowadays.

What I say is, 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 Daly. Dog eat dog
nowadays, it is.

Are you a fan of the noble art, Albert?
Don't mind if I call you Albert, do you?

You can call me Barney.

No, it's Arthur,

actually.

Well... These are all my boys, aren't
they? Every one of them.

Remember him, Tim McCoy?

What a grafter that boy was.

I took him out of the mines, you know.

Sat him on top of the world.

Rusty Marcello, toughest bugger I ever
handled.

A record as long as your leg.

GBH, assault 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 you fought the pleading Burmese

jungle.

What do you, er... What do you charge
for your lad?

My lad?

Terry McCann.

Oh, no, no, no. Terry, he gave up boxing
years ago. I know. I'll wet for another

day. Do you know that?

He'd have gone, I don't know, could have
made a fortune.

You reckon? What, with me behind him? I
should think so.

No, well, I'm not, erm... I'm not
absolutely sure that he has entirely

up. You know, I mean, if the price was
right...

No, actually, I called you up about a
minder.

Oh. Yeah, I actually was into that sort
of thing, you know. Oh, well, again, the

same applies. I mean, if the price is
right.

Name it.

What?

Name your price.

Well, 300 quid a week.

Plus expenses.

Right. You name your price, now I'll
name mine.

150 pound a week.

All in.

OK,

the door 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 second.

Right.

Hi there, fans.

Where's your mouth?

To brighten up your miserable lives.

Friends, friends, friends.

You don't forgot the rules.

When I'm around, I'll do the talking.

You all do the listening.

Okay, 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 lamb.

Before he could get to round four.

Hey, Willie, 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 go...
Well, that's it, folks.

Spread the news, give a cheer.

Willie Boy's here.

I need more than that, son. Where's that
bleeding car?

You take it easy. It's all worked up.
You can take the one hand side behind

back. I don't know what you're doing.
How gross is that? I won't say.

Hey.

Where

to?

The Duggan place.

Hey, you.

Hey, you with the wheel.

Hey, mate.

Pick the right one here, Barney.

Who, Willie?

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.

Parking, come up, will you?

What's the best time to do, Willie?

However, your Uncle Barney has found a
way to keep your mind occupied.

Gordon Bennett.

Move them up, Barney.

Willie, let's get a few lines uncrossed,
shall we?

You are the nerdy man.

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 a couple of years,
come back doing a great job, and then

expect the punters to roll in. Wise up,
son, wise up.

Right, ladies, teeth and teeth.

Lovely. 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

long night.

Jump in.

Well, coke for me.

Not a real hard mug. Coke, Jack, coke.

You don't look like a minder.

Well, I'm moonlighting, ain't I? In the
daytime, I'm a brain surgeon.

Are you any good?

I'll get by.

We'll soon find out.

Where's the sample?

Hey, look, I'm a bottle of chefies for
the Swiss.

What?

On your pins, darling. It's your lucky
night. We're going to dance. We most

certainly are not. Go away.

I never take no for an answer.

How will you deal with this man?

When I want you to talk, Godzilla, I'll
knock me out.

I didn't ask him to talk.

Your department, wacko.

Now, look, I'm sorry about this. What
is? Now, now, hold on. Don't be silly,

guys.

I'm sorry about that, am I?

Now,

I'm sorry about that, Tungsten. Now,
just calm down, eh? And I'll buy you

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, now, 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.

Well, noble cause.

No, well, I'm not having it. I'm sorry,
mate. No, no, no.

Listen, listen, listen.

Look, Reynolds sells tickets. That is
how he is able to pay us £100 a week.

He got me at the four barns last night.
Now, I'm not supposed to do that. I can

go back to Nick. Look, look, I tell you
what. He'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

Hello? Yes, you can.

How?

You can say 80.

Terry? Hello?

I'm sorry to interrupt your conference,
Arthur, but a Berkeley air called Mather

said, 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 -bleeding worship.

Want to finish that and all?

Hey, Dave.

What now?

Bring us a pair of scissors, will you?
We've got one here for the scrapbook.

You hate my guts, don't you?

Yep.

Well, there's no need to beat about the
bush.

Tell me straight.

What a way to earn a living.

Why'd you come back?

When I retired, I had a nice little wad
and a thousand Incan 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.

Well,

it didn't pan out that way.

I missed real ale.

The missus missed shopping up west.

And the kids missed everything from
Queen's Park Ranges 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

from it out.

The first thing that happens... If I get
rained on, 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 personal list 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 angry, which means
he's better than you think.

Look at me. I'm sweating.

Listen, sunshine.

If you want to watch Matt of the day in
the bosom of your family, you better

pull a 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.

It is Reynolds.

Oh, you're Terry.

I'm sorry, otherwise I'm lifting your
case.

You're limiting the ways, ma 'am.

Thanks.

Where are the kids?

I had to leave them in school.

Going to the fight?

No. Oh?

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 he really reckon?

Your fella reckons he'll walk it.

Will he?

No.

I thought we'd finished with this life
two years ago when it quit.

You had some bad 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?

Bill Bree.

I know you're in the chauffeur, but you
can drop the Mrs Reynolds.

I'm young enough to be your sister.

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.

Well, why don't you tell him?

Well, I'm only a minder, in any way.

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's draw.

I'm a friend of the family, aren't I?

Barney?

Oh, hello.

It's all happening, I think.

You reckon?

Oh, don't you?

No, Arthur, I don't think it's all
happening. I don't think anything's

at all.

What do you mean?

Look at them. No one's trying, are they?

A sparring partner couldn't knock Ash
off a bag.

A sparring partner's not supposed to act
rough, are they?

There's a difference between acting
rough and being a contender for come

dancing. Look at that.

What's the matter?

Sorry, Mr. Viper.

Truce with me ankle.

Oh, poor love.

All right, Sam, that's enough now. Come
on, Barney, I'm just warming up.

You don't 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
moment. It's not a bad body, is it? No.

Now, watch his right. He drops it when
he comes in close.

Keep your guard eye and wait for him to
telegraph his left.

Arthur, Arthur.

Go and sit down, eh?

Go on, Perry. Make him happy.

Oh, boo.

Perry, boo.

Some do it like a soldier.

What is right, Terry?

Don't you get it, mate?

Hold it, hold it, hold it. Stop it, stop
it, Carol.

Listen, Arthur, I hired a minder.

Minders ain't supposed to go round
walloping their bleeding cards, are

Just what I was going to say, Barney.

Oh, dear, he's not pleased with you, my
son. Oh, dear, oh, dear.

What's your game?

Never mind about my game. What's his
game? Fake.

What do you mean, fake?

He's got no punches.

You could beat him.

But he's not done with the bookies.

Jack straws 11 to 2 against.

With odds like that, it's all good,
isn't it, son?

Someone's got to fix him.

Hello, love.

Hi. Willie.

What kept you?

I'll see you guys later.

Willie, wait.

I've waited two weeks.

I'm training.

I know that.

Oh, Willie.

I'll see you at noon, then. ...the gear
and hand me those lamps.

As quick as I 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, Pop.

How are you, kiddo?

Willie, he's fine.

A doddle.

There's no push over, Willie.

He's supposed to be a tough guy.

I can handle him.

Can you?

Of course.

Let me 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 window?

I'm okay.

I can take out this Jack Breeden straw
or whatever his name is. Then why aren't

you training?

I mean, why are you sitting up here
doing stupid commercials?

It's a max 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, okay?

Satisfied? Now get off me back, Ruth!

Hey, kiddo, wait!

I'm sorry!

Hey, hi, man. Come on up.

Help yourself.

Willie, get rid of them.

You see, man?

Clear them out. I want to talk to you.

Well, sling it.

Sling it?

Tell him to sling it.

OK,

that's it.

Everybody... Oh, Willie!

Out! Come on, come on.

Where's Ruth?

At her mum's.

All right, then, Willie.

How's it work?

It won't work.

Oh, come on, Ed. No need to hide it from
me. The fit.

I've started to like you, wacko. Don't
blow it.

Ask me if I'm going to fall over and
knock your bleeding head off.

Oh, yeah.

Like you did this afternoon, eh?

You got a punch like a baby's belt.

If somebody asked you to run 10 yards,
you'd have a coronary. And look at this.

Boots up out of gills every night.

Hot and cold running birds in every
room.

You're really trying, you are, aren't
you?

So what's the deal?

Look, straws are no hope.

Who told you that, Barney?

Another. Well, you're wrong, Sonny. No
one pays you to give me advice.

Oh, God.

Hey, Willie, see my shoe?

Oh, sorry, hold up.

Come on upstairs.

You landed right at my rotten ankle.

I couldn't help it, could I?

You hurt?

Of course it bleed nerves.

Listen, I've seen straw fight and I've
seen you fall around. Now, if that's all

you've got, you're going to lose.

Last fight I had before I quit. I could
have sent the bloke home in a doggy bag.

No, no, I saw it.

So why didn't you?

It was open house.

Giving out invitations.

There's me chin, there's me nose,
there's me 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 kill the other bastard 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.

But when you've got it all, when you
don't have to prove yourself any more,

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 any more.

Yeah, well, I once met a sex maniac who
was shy.

I thought he had problems.

Ruth knows.

That's the reason I quit.

Barney went bananas.

Why, Willie, why?

I can get you 50 grand a match
guaranteed with your charisma.

Charisma?

The murthy mouth.

The disco punch -ups. The dolly birds.

All that crap.

Showbiz.

So when I said I'd come back for a good
price, he set me up with, uh...

He set me up with straw.

Said I could waltz it.

Even without a knockout punch.

Do 15 rounds of, uh, dancing.

And take him on punts.

No.

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 me, Tex.

And what then, eh? You go back to the
family looking like mashed potatoes.

No more 50 grand fights done and soon no
more fights at all.

It costs money to live here, especially
with Ruth and the kids.

I mean, it costs a small fortune just to
go to QPR and have a pint afterwards.

Ah, who needs it?

Maybe I'll go back to Jamaica.

To do what?

Open a restaurant bar.

The Mersey Mouth Watering O.

Throw in a couple of Mike Yarwoods.

You ever seen my impersonation of
Arabella Fonte?

Right, Tom.

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

noticed it, either. How does it work,
Arthur?

How's what work? How can you put a
bundle on one bloke and still keep the

shot on a favourite?

Oh, it's easy with a fight like this. I
mean, everyone's going to back Reynolds,

isn't they? I mean, he is the man.

I mean, if Mohamed Ali was fighting
tomorrow, you'd back him, wouldn't you?

Yeah, of 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.

Well, I mean, 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?

I mean, whatever happened to flying
boats?

Meanwhile, all those punters out there
who put their money on Reynolds are

to lose it, right?

Because they think the fight's kosher.

Boxing kosher.

Terry, leave it out.

Oh, yeah, go on, go on. Have a good
laugh.

Everyone else does.

Boxing, blammy. Oh, no, no, no.

Bent as a fiddler's elbow, dear.

You're all right. There are a few crooks
in the game, right? 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.

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.

No, no, wait. Look, I didn't even ask
for that.

Force it, then.

Mad on everyone today.

Really working him, aren't you, Barney?

I tell you, wait.

Wait.

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 Lord.

You all right, my son?

All

right,

that'll do you.

All right, stop.

There you go.

Same time tomorrow, then? Yeah.

I'll tell you what. You win this fight,
I'm going to be the one who needs a

minder.

Shut up.

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? Eleven or two against.

What's his problem? Can't he count?

What do you do with straw, mate?

Stuff it in a punch bag, don't you?

Don't worry, mate.

I won't even spoil your make -up.

Do you want a fag?

It's a good time.

Well done, champ.

Come on, let's go back to the flat and
have a shower, eh? No, no, no. My flat.

Behave yourself.

Charlie! Yes, Mr. Mather?

Got a job for you.

Feel good, Terry?

Look, it's all very well being able to
do a three -minute mile, but we're not

against Sebastian Coe, are we? How do
you feel about thumping people?

Hang about.

I'll lick it.

Morning,

Gates. Drinking?

Nice surprise, Barney.

I've heard some very wicked things about
your lad, Albert.

Terry?

What's he been up to?

Everything all right?

Everything's fine, yeah.

He 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, Dad.

Oh, what's my lad been up to?

Slide off.

What are you talking about?

I'll explain outside.

What's wrong with explaining inside?

Well, it's all a matter of, you know,
it's a little bit difficult. Oh, you've

got a wonderful way with words, Arthur.

You mean I've been fired, eh? No, 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, what? Come on. Get off of me.

We never did so out of your punching
problem, did we, Chan?

I'll tell you what to do.

You have a look around you.

Because these nice gentlemen here,
they're using your skin to make a

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 them, join them,
eh?

Still, there's always the Blue Rinse
Brigade in Montego Bay, isn't there?

And your Harry Belafonte impression.

Give my love to your missus.

You keep right away from me from now on.
You too?

Or someone's going to start wearing
crutches.

Pitiful.

Come on, Sam. 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. Well, what then?

You really think Willie can win?

I've got a bomb riding on Jack's store.

Listen.

One of these days, Arthur, one of these
days.

Ooh.

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.

I feel as like Barney Mather ought to
be.

Well, whatever you want to say.

I agree with.

Sarah. Are you going to the fight
tonight?

No, no, I haven't been invited.

Well, Willie said he'd see you back here
afterward.

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, uh... 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.

Where's your big mouth now, Reynolds?

That'll keep him quiet.

Thought you were going to finish it in
four, Reynolds.

Loudmouth, look at him. Go on, kill him,
Jack, kill him! Oi, oi, oi, you're the

only Loudmouths around here. Just keep
it quiet, eh?

Well, Reynolds has knocked Jack one
around.

By my count, I make him five to straw,
six for this one.

Since that amazing knockdown of the
second, the ex -champion just, well, he

hasn't been able to dictate the pace as
he used to. His punch is literally

bouncing off his opponent as if there's
no weight behind him.

I can't take much more of this.

And these two ain't helping either.

Get them in, will you, son?

I see you're all right. I'm a bit light
at the moment.

A bit light? You're going to make a
bundle out of this, aren't 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.

But what made you switch pets, you
idiot?

Look, you don't have to tell me about
the fight game. I know all about that. I

saw them John Garfield pictures, where
he's paid to take a dive and win 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

going on here?

What's the 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 he's bloody well got me.

Now back to round seven.

I'm sorry, Arthur.

I'm really sorry.

Go on, second point!

Go on, second point! Go on, second
point!

Go on, second point! Go on, second
point! Go on, second point!

Go on, second point! Go on, second
point! Go on, second point! Go on,

point! Go on, second point! Go on,
second point! Go on, second point! Go

second point! Go on, second point!

Go on, second point!

Go on, second point! Go on, second
point! Go on, second point! Go on,

point! Go on, second point! Go on,
second point! Go on, second point! Go

second point! Go on, second point! Go
on, second point! Go on, second point!

on, second point! Go on, second point!

Go on, second point! Go on, second
point!

Go on, second point!

No, I was just wondering if there was
any chance that he might, you know...

like John Garfield.

Aren't you a bit old to believe all that
Hollywood garbage?

Old? Come on. Now, hang about, Terry.
Don't say any more, eh? Oh, sorry, mate.

Oh, dear Lord.

Terry, bloody old mate.

Sit down, I'm filled up.

Oi, oi, what, what, where?

I'm going to see Willie's missus and
you're driving me. Willie's missus?

What for?

It's called showing sympathy, Arthur.

Being a pal, a friend in need of... I
might as well be talking Chinese with

No, no, no, no, no. I understand.

I mean, what am I?

Some kind of monster?

Yeah.

Don't let him rest at all.

Not at all.

There's the eye. No, no, he's all right,
look.

No, he's... Look, yeah.

Can't take it that way.

Oh,

leave that off.

Just trying to get Radio 4.

It's a programme on about T .S. Eliot's
early life.

What are you, Arthur?

Some kind of monster.

That's it there.

Oh,

hello, Tim.

Hello, love.

Arthur Daly, Ruth. Ruth, Arthur Daly.
Hello, love.

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?

Is there any chance of a cup of tea or
something?

I'll transfer the flight.

I, uh...

I fixed it so we could stay with my mum
for a few days.

I don't want the kids being, like, you
know.

Where's your mum live?

In Walsall.

Oh, it's nice, isn't it?

Listen,

have you eaten?

No, I'm not hungry.

I could knock you up a sandwich. There's
some meat in the fridge.

Meany. 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 and he stayed down
hard.

He hasn't moved hardly.

That. Turn it off.

Oh, thank God. He's getting up. Hang
about. Who did he say was on the deck?

What? Turn it on quick.

Harry. Turn it on.

My word, what a desperate bewildered man
Jack Storr must be. He must have

thought he had this fight in the bag
when he walked into that furious barrage

the ex -champion.

I've never seen a fight end so
dramatically in all my life. He's bloody

And by my card here, Reynolds has lost
the first nine rounds altogether and

suddenly came back in the tenth to win
by a knockout.

This is quite incredible. I don't
believe it. He's won. He's actually won.

I don't believe it.

Oh,

look at his face.

Yeah, but he won, didn't he?

I'm looking for Willie's manager, Barney
Mather.

Barney!

Oh, apparently Mr Mather's feeling too
emotional to speak to us at the moment.

How do you feel, lad? Good on you,
Willie. Good on you, kid.

Look, Willie, just tell me something,
Willie. You were down for nine rounds, a

-0 in defence.

How did you do it? I mean, that's the
question everyone must be asking every

night. My friend Tony, he just told me
to look out for Straw.

He's a good fighter.

He's a good man. But I've just got to
look out for him. It's like all the

anger's on in the crooks, man, in this
business.

You know? Yeah.

Thanks, Teddy. I owe you. Teddy?

Teddy who, Willie?

Hey, Ruth!

Put the kettle 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, ain't you? All that going
with you, mate?

No, no, no.

I only had a couple of balls.

I'm sure we were talking about you.

That's not what your face told me when
you thought he was losing.

Come on, Terry. You know I am not a
betting man. Oh, my dear.

I'm very pleased for you, my dear.

Look, I'd just like to say... Yeah, it
is round.

That is not what I'd like to say. No,
it's good enough, though, isn't it?

Now, what is this dumb pairing on
everybody comes about?

How are you, Willie?

Let him out. Let him out.

Great stuff, Willie. Great stuff.

Just the wrong location I've got a good

idea Just you keep me near I'll be so
good for

you I can be so good for you I'm gonna
help you Love you like you want me to