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What time is it?

Time to get up, babe.

Is Bridget at school already?

Did I brush my teeth?

Yeah. Yeah, you did.

Yeah. Of course I did.

I'm going to work today.

So are you going to go out for another walk?

Yeah.

The doctor said it's good for me to walk.

He's right.

He said these things take time.

What is it?

Nothing, I was just thinking maybe I'll come out with you.

It seems silly you walking down the streets on your own.

What's going to happen to me, eh?

I can't take care of myself, you know.

Come on.

Short walk, eh?

See you next time.

Do you remember that fucking time?

We had a leg hit across the fucking parking bridge.

Tony goes and nicks his fucking cousin's helmet and fucking legs it. I was up on

that then, aren't I? It's a shit face.

Couldn't fucking keep up. That was fucking fast.

Well,

you think we screwed the fucking place?

So then, how's it going, mate?

The headaches.

They haven't been that bad recently.

They're finally starting to slow down.

That's good, isn't it?

Okay.

The thing with brain injuries is that the recovery period

can be anything, really.

It takes as long as the body takes.

But, you know...

With me, it's been only ten months, hasn't it? I mean, other people are not

lucky.

You, er... You got a beard.

You've lost weight, too.

Anyway, I want back in.

Oh, Tony, I think you should take small steps.

Fuck the small steps, Pete.

It's my fucking firm.

What, do you think I'm going to let you two numpties run it in my absence?

We already are, Tony.

No, mate, don't worry about that. We'll keep you updated. No problem.

What's been happening, anyway?

You know, same old thing.

Aye.

Anyway, look, Bridget's going to be home from school, so sorry if you're going

to have to fuck off.

I mean, you could take your beers with you.

Oh, no, you alright?

No, I mean it. I mean, she's going to be back home any minute, so... Alright,

mate. Yeah? Well, uh, good to see you, and, uh, yeah, look after yourself, and

see you soon.

Right, mate.

Look after yourself, alright?

Yeah, alright, mate.

Um, sorry, mate. Yeah. That's all right. Don't worry. No problem. See you

around, all right? Okay.

And?

And what? What do you think?

What do I think?

Well, he's worth enough fucking pork.

Yeah, he was, but... Fucking hell. Yeah, fucking hell indeed.

You still use his house, though.

What?

For what we've got planned. Tony's house.

Tony's house is going to be the perfect meeting place, isn't it? Fucking hell,

Larry. What?

Show some fucking respect, you cunt. I've got respect.

But if we use Tony's house, he'll feel, you know, part of it, won't he?

Larry, you are unbelievable, mate.

What?

Don't look at me like that. You were just sore because I got in there first.

You really are a cunt.

Yeah, but you love it.

Yeah, yeah.

But if his missus finds out, she'll flip our fucking shit. No, she fucking

won't. Fucking hell, Harry.

Right.

Come on, let's get this thing going.

Yeah. Let the World Cup begin!

Head movement. Double jab.

Nice, nice.

That's it.

Keep your gloves up, you fucking muppet.

No, not muppet.

There he is. Take over, mate.

Hey, Larry.

Hello? Yeah, he'll be fine. It might make him feel useful.

Is he that bad?

Like me.

He ain't good, Kev.

Doesn't matter. Well, look, we'll get the venue sorted and they'll have a

good time visiting, all right?

I'd still think it'd be easier if we'd had a fucking crack at it.

Piss off. We wouldn't make it past the airport, would we?

Besides, here we can control it.

It's your boy.

Yeah, it is.

He's a fucking demon.

He'll easily take out that Russian prick.

You sure this is a good idea?

Yeah.

It's all about the fucking honour of those fucking Russians, believe me.

Do you take that?

I fucking know, son.

Keep your hair on.

There they are.

Hello, lovely lady. Not quite.

Bollocks, I've forgotten how loud these fuckers can be.

Alright, alright.

Know what I'm like.

So, are we sorted?

Yeah. We'll use Tony's as an unofficial meeting place.

Unofficial? Yeah, but nothing too fucking overboard.

Alright. You know what I'm like. Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.

Well, maybe you worry too much, Kevin.

So... Do you want to know what's going to happen or not?

You're going to enjoy talking through it. Love it.

Love it.

So, the first thing we do is we get our good friend Vlad from the airport.

And the first event is football. Five asides.

We can't have our World Cup over there. We'll have our own tournament over here.

Shortly after, we'll have the poker.

Have a lovely game of poker.

Presided over by our American friend.

Tex -Mex.

And our grand finale?

The best Russian ultra against our best one, Raisin Bill.

Well, I hope you're going to be more lively than that when it goes down.

All right, Johnny, I think we get the fucking picture, OK?

When do we start?

As soon as we can.

Now, this Tex -Mex friend of yours, is any good at this sort of thing?

Latin.

It's me we're talking about here.

Yeah, exactly. That's why I want some fucking reassurance. He is good at this

sort of thing.

Peps Metz is the best. He's gambled everywhere from fucking Rio to Vegas and

everywhere in between.

So I'm just the American thing?

You what? He said Rio and Vegas and everywhere in between.

They're on the same continent.

What the fuck are you blathering on about, Pete? Well, they are on the same

continent. Shut up, shut up, shut up. All of you, fucking hell.

This needs to go off without a fucking hitch, right?

Without a fucking hitch.

Fucking hell, Kev. What are you so worried about?

Raging Bill the band.

Which one's Raging Bill again?

Thank you.

How is Dad?

Oh, you know.

Up and down.

Take each day as it comes.

I can't believe how long it's been.

I know.

A long time.

Anyway, changing the subject.

That's pretty.

Thank you. Bits my thumb.

Where did you get it?

Just a little shop next to the salon.

Why do you laugh?

Bye.

Who was that?

Oh, your neighbour.

Oh.

Bridget's gone to school already then?

Yeah. I'm off soon as well.

Yeah? Yeah.

Oh, okay. Well, I might go for a little walk myself.

You know, stretch my legs, clear my head a little. Yeah.

They're coming later.

Oh, yeah.

I hope you don't mind.

I don't know.

As long as you don't get too rowdy.

I know what you're like when you're together.

Yeah, it can get a bit wild, can't it?

Just a bit.

You know, it would be really good to see it, though. I mean...

I haven't seen them properly in months.

It'd be good to help.

Even if it isn't a small way.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah. Thanks, love.

Well, it keeps you busy.

No, funny business.

Love. It's me.

Longer than you think, my friend.

So... You're over here for the... action, then?

Yeah.

Mad on the road, yeah, does that. Two men leave the road, tinkers fight that.

Man about to win all year with no cut back.

That's right.

Dead man, dead man, dead man, dead man, dead man, stay mad, dead man, stay mad,

dead man, so mad, dead man, so mad, dead man, so mad, mad, mad, mad.

It's my employer!

It's my employer!

Fucking swivel! Fuck off! Fuck off!

Keep your legs right back.

You doubted your destiny.

Maybe.

But we will talk later.

He's a massive winner.

Four knockouts as well, haven't you, Raging Bill?

Yeah. Yeah.

Right. Raging Billy doesn't say a lot. He barely speaks.

He just lets things do the talking.

Yeah.

So, how have you been anyway, Tony?

I've been good, thanks.

Have you seen my daughter?

No, mate. Not lately.

I've got to introduce her to her.

She's so sweet.

Are you going to come to this fight later?

Fight? Raging Bill, he's going to demolish that Russian bastard.

Russian?

Yeah. It doesn't matter. We're playing football later. You fancy it?

What are you playing?

Watching from the side, taking a few bets. The usual, you know.

Vlad will be there.

The Russian ultra head.

Look, it doesn't matter.

Ultras.

Yeah, look.

It doesn't matter. I reckon the fresh air will do you some good.

Why don't you come along? And if you enjoy it, why don't you come and have a

flutter on the flight later?

I was in a fight once.

Oh.

Yeah.

Of course you were, mate.

I'm done.

Tony. Bridget?

Come on, don't be like that.

Don't be upset.

I just... drifted.

Drifted?

Drifted?

Where's Bridget?

Is she at school?

Jem?

Ah, there he is. Hello, my son.

I'm Johnny. And this?

Tex -Mex.

What a meeting.

Yeah, take a seat and I'll be with you in a moment, yeah?

All right, buddy.

Thank you.

Tony, are you alright, mate?

Yeah.

How the fuck did he get in here?

What do you mean?

You let me in. You let us both in.

Oh, yeah.

Do you want a cup of tea?

No, mate. You've already made us one.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

You'll have to bear with me. I have these moments.

Fuck. I'm sorry to hear that, Tony. Really.

Well, it is what it is.

I'm just trying to figure out what happened to me.

You know what happened, don't you?

You took a hit to the head.

Not many people come back from that one.

Tell me about it.

Not to the head?

Oh, yeah. Our friend was something of a legend back in the day. Weren't he?

Something like that.

Legend, huh?

His words, not mine.

Oh, come on. He was legendary, Ted.

I mean, unbelievable. He could make meat out of anyone.

I had my moments.

Moments. Fucking moments.

Legend.

Exactly.

So, you're American, right?

Indeed I am, sir. Texan through and through.

Dallas.

Who shot J .R.? Yeah, Dallas J .R. Guys, come on. How old do you see what I

found? My friend here doesn't understand a quality conversation when he hears

it.

What the hell is this shit?

Tea.

You got coffee?

Yeah,

I think so.

Please?

I do not know how you'd like me to drink this shit.

I wouldn't knock it, Tex. Come on. An empire's built out of this stuff.

I seem to recall us throwing you out of our little country.

Yeah, yeah. You'll soon come crawling back.

Sure. You just keep waiting, my friend.

So, try that on facade.

So, knock to the head.

You were saying earlier about your knock to the head.

Is that why you're so spaced out when you saw me and Johnny?

Yeah.

Well, uh... It's really hard for me sometimes. I, uh...

I'm still trying to figure it out.

I had this... blow to my head.

The back?

Yeah.

Not me unconscious.

Jeez. I've got this swelling on the brain.

And the doctors said, oh, we'll relieve a bit of pressure.

You know, or some shit like that, anyway.

By the way, I'm...

Totally fucked.

Oh, well, you'll be all right soon, Tony. I reckon.

You think?

Yeah. Sure you will.

My daddy, he served in Nam, suffered a brain injury, bounced back eventually.

That's good to know.

So you coming tonight?

Where?

The poker.

You fancy it?

Well, as long as I don't gamble.

Fucking hell. I'm not going to let you gamble.

Why not?

Just you watch me sweep the table with our Russian friend.

Oh, yeah. But I reckon Vlad's going to want some revenge after that football

match. Yeah.

I'm going to have to be on my toes.

You think he'll speak?

Hell, I wouldn't put it past him.

I've seen Vlad in a high -stakes poker game before.

Didn't end too well.

You called him cheating?

Oh, yeah.

What did they do to him?

Oh, he was fine.

The dealer had his leg broken.

I'd like to have a chat with him.

Why?

He knows who hit me on the head.

He does?

Yeah.

I'd like to get a little bit of payback before he goes back to Mother Russia.

Hmm. Well, I suppose it would.

Settle that you're coming tonight.

Well... Hang on a minute, guys. I mean, I've got to square with the missus, and

we've still got to get a babysitter for Bridget. So can you hang fine? I'll let

you know later.

Can I ask you a serious question?

Shoot. Does anyone in this wet country know how to make a damn decent cup of

coffee?

Bring it up, guys.

All right, chaps, you know the rules.

So I don't have to remind you again, okay?

Now, even though I plan on English soil, the same rules apply to everyone.

Wow,

you have really nice muscles

I'm out.

I'm in.

So, my American friend, let's see what you've got.

Don't worry about it, Vlad.

You sure you want to see the last card?

You may have won this round.

You bet your ass I won this round.

I need a drink.

Looks like the Cold War has gone and started again.

I don't understand why we're playing this fucking game when we could be

Russian roulette.

Oi.

Keep your thoughts to yourself if you want to sit at my table and play by the

rules. Does James Bond play by the rules?

I like James Bond.

Poker is a game of skill.

It's a game of chance.

Really.

Kevin here won the last round because he bluffed.

He only had three of a kind.

Hell, my hand beat his.

As did yours.

But we all assumed Tevin had the greater hand.

Not letting that happen again, of course.

So, you're saying to my esteemed friend that

it's not about the skill, more about the bullshit.

I am.

Only the American would say that.

Come on, buddy. We're all guilty of it. Every single one of us. Now, how often

do our leaders get to be in a dick -measuring contest?

I say it's a bit difficult for our leader.

Consider she's a woman.

Good point. Look, my point is, it's all competition.

It's all fucking showing off.

It's like a peacock showing off its fucking feather.

Boys will be boys.

Exactly. My team friend here.

She knows what I'm talking about.

So the only skill in poker is in how well you can lie?

Yeah. It's a skill, isn't it?

Jen, if you don't mind, we've reached the final round of betting.

Lazy chip.

I'm out.

Fuck.

I'm out.

Oh yeah?

One single hand.

You sure you want to?

What's

the

matter, Vlad?

You look a little worried there.

Like I said, ain't nothing more bullshit.

Bullshit! Oh, come on, Vlad. Don't be so fucking sore.

This game is called poker. I'm bound to kick your ass at the game.

Poker!

You know, despite the

differences, I've enjoyed this game of yours.

Well, there you go.

You got me feeling all emotional.

Don't be too emotional.

I'm not about to let you come home and fuck my sister.

You got a sister?

Hell, now I'm interested.

Don't worry.

I'm not about to bait the Russian bear.

A wise decision.

You bet your ass I'm ready.

All in.

Wait.

I haven't seen your cards.

You're gonna have to go all in, boy.

Oh, God.

We

have

to go through this again.

You haven't seen my guts.

Show him, boy.

Show me your car.

You look a little nervous.

What the Sam Hill?

This is how we play poker.

Speak to you in a bit.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Tex -Mex thinks these are shit, but I kind of like them.

I think.

I will try it later.

You need light?

Tony, what the fuck do you want?

You played really well.

I didn't cheat.

No.

You hustled him instead, didn't you?

The others, they don't know you as well as I do.

Your memory is not so bad, huh?

Taz's moments.

But you did hustle him.

Flipping that table like that move, by the way.

Losing your temper?

Nah.

That's not you.

I should have played you.

Would have been worthwhile.

Didn't think I was gonna lose that one.

Shit.

Hi, Clint.

How much did you lose?

I didn't lose.

I know you lost.

How much did you take it for?

Not a lot. I'll win it all back.

Sorry, Clint.

I gotta go. I got another call holding up.

Hey, man, don't hang up on me. Hi, beautiful.

Don't you beautiful me?

I just heard we went for 60K.

Please tell me it isn't true.

Um, honey, I didn't lose at all.

I'll win it back, all right?

You need to...

or else. Hey, honey, I gotta go. Your connection here is really, really bad,

I'll talk to you later, okay?

Don't you dare hang up on me.

Tax!

More conversation anyway.

I want to know who he is.

Don't he?

Lass, if you respect me, if you really respect me,

you would tell me.

I do respect you.

The fight.

Be there.

I will set up meeting.

He's here.

What's his name?

When you see him, you will know.

What do you mean?

Life moves on, Donny.

What the fucking hell was that?

He outplayed me.

Outplayed you? He fucking destroyed you.

Fuck you. Look, relax.

Relax. Relax.

You didn't lose your money. You lost ours.

The end of the week, you'll get it all back, right?

You seriously suggest that we'll be able to win it back based on that fucking

fight?

Why not?

Raising Bill will be able to. Stop calling him Raising Bill, Johnny.

For fuck's sake.

He's good.

Fucking hell.

Lads.

Do you know anything about this Russian geezer?

Vlad said he was, um, he said he was over it.

Oh.

Sorry.

Look, Ev, if the lads are there, then we're all tooled up.

Tooled up?

Yes, the fucking ultras, but they're over here on our turf, our territory.

Without the fight?

No.

We do the fight, but if it goes south, we take them out.

There's no fucking honour in that.

All due respect, Kevin, we're probably having a similar conversation.

You know it.

We take it back by force.

By force?

Well, we're a fucking family.

All right, then.

We're two of one night fucking time.

Yeah? Yeah!

Well, come on, Nick!

Tony?

Jim.

What are you doing, babe?

Everything looks so different.

Different? Different how?

I don't know.

Can't put my finger on it.

Well, you're tired.

Why don't you come back home and have a rest, eh?

What is it?

Can't we just move on, Tony?

Can't just move on.

I'm trying to piece my life back together again.

It's my life too, Tony.

Well, you've got a funny way of showing it.

You just seem so set on having it like the old days.

The old days?

Ten months is no time at all.

You had a fight and you got hurt.

And where's the mystery?

Don't you think I deserve to know who?

Yes, but for God's sake, Tony, can't we just move on?

No.

Please, Jim.

Please tell me.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Not ten months.

The fuck can happen?

Goddamn.

It was the punch.

It affected your brain deeper than they thought.

How can it be?

You're, um...

Your memory is scattered.

You can't form a... You can't form a new memory.

Would you like him?

You just... You forget. I mean, time... Time doesn't mean anything

to you.

Doesn't mean anything to me. Would you, mate?

Don't we always get to this point, don't we?

You, um... You remember... What point?

You remember... You piece everything together.

But then... Bridget? You forget.

Who is... Who is pretty?

He wanked.

over his face.

You do?

Yeah.

You've never remembered before.

What? You've never remembered before.

What do you mean?

They, the doctors, they said that it may be possible to break the cycle

and regain your memory if you remember the trigger.

Who hit me?

Yeah.

I would remember.

I wouldn't forget, Bridget.

I wouldn't forget.

You're their neighbour?

No, I live up the road, but...

I'm not your neighbour.

Oh.

Erm... Is that your kid?

Clare. That's Clare.

She's my little bundle of joy.

She says she wants to play on her own for a little while.

She's a bit of a handful now.

Didn't know you were up, Tony.

Yeah, it's okay, Mum.

I'm making him some toast.

Hang on a minute.

Did you just say... Mum?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Mum, I shouldn't say anything, but I just thought, what the hell?

I wanted to make my dad toast once in my

life.

With you actually knowing that it's me.

I have to check.

It's your daughter, Tony.

Bridget.

Your little girl grew up.

She grew up.

I'll forget again, won't I?

Yeah.

You'll always forget.

What are you telling me?

I'm telling you, Tim.

Time's gone on you.

You're remembering less.

Soon you... You won't remember anything.

It's degenerative, Tony.

Soon, your brain functions won't.

I'll die.

You've told me this before, haven't you?

What time can I count?

Why are you still with me?

Why?

Because I'm your wife and...

I'll fight him.

No gloves.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new challenger.

Russia!

Don't you fucking move!

Tony. I know who you are.

You're the bastard who did this to me.

Please, not in front of my daughter.

You took away my daughter?

Perhaps I should do the same to you.

Maria, go.

That it's been ten years since you did this to me.

Has it been ten years already?

Yeah.

Ten fucking years.

Now it's time.

We finally sell this.

You.

And me.

Now.

Ten years is a long time, my friend. I'm not your fucking friend!

Believe me, you are.

There is no way I can fight you.

You help.

Get up and fight me like a man.

Where's your pride?

Hmm?

I thought you Russians always had pride.

Like many other things I had.

Get up.

Slash you to shreds.

Don't you fucking laugh at me! I said, don't fucking laugh at me.

I wish I could get up.

I said, I wish I could get up.

If you want me to get up, you will have to fetch my stick.

My fucking walking stick.

There.

I couldn't get up to fight you even if I wanted to.

You get it now?

I thought it was only months figuring this shit out.

Death is... It's been much longer.

You are not my only enemy.

All this five years ago.

What happened?

A beating.

My nerves and motor functions.

They do not have long.

I don't have long either.

Ah.

The brain damage. Is it... Is it worse?

My memory is...

Vlad said he felt that we should meet one last time.

He said, you deserve to know that I am just as fucked

as you are.

Here.

So what now?

Drink?

This.

Mama's special recipe.

It's good.

No vodka?

No, no, no.

Cheers, tovarish.

Feel like I can fly.

Feel I'm chasing time.

The second takeaway.

Just another hit. And I'll be on my way now.

I feel like I can fly.

You're begging me to stay. There's no escaping you. You're flowing through my

veins now.

I feel like I can't fly.

so long