All language subtitles for The.Last.Musketeer.2000.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[music playing]

[grunting]

That was 3-1 That
second point [inaudible]..

Are you ready?

Fence.

Nicely.

Fence!

[shouting]

[panting]

REFEREE: That was good.

Steve wins.

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[baby crying]

All right, Joe.

What's up?

Well, she wants a
word with you, Steve.

[MUSIC - ANOTHER LEVEL, "FREAK
ME"]

[SINGING] Let me lick you
up and down till you say stop.

Let me--

Yeah, you should be sorry.

Pay the money.

They want something for nothing.

Not you though, ey, Steve.

You've earned what's
coming to you.

I've got a little job for you.

Grand for an afternoon's work.

I don't need it, Ritchie.

Really?

I don't need it.

You used to have balls, Steve.

Yeah, I still have.

Now I've got a
brain to go with it.

[chuckles] Very good.

[SINGING] --just what I mean.

24-karat gold.

Don't want the
night to grow cold.

[siren wailing]

Steve, it's a one off.

Deliver the money, connect
the goods, no risk.

No risk?

No risk?

Hey, jobs go wrong, remember?

You couldn't handle
another stretch.

Look, Steve, it's safe.

But it have to be Joe because
I won't be there for this time.

Angie's got
another baby coming.

So make sure you're there
to see it in the world.

[clanking]

[baby crying]
WOMAN: One more.

You can do it.

One more push.

[interposing voices]

- Dr. Fraser?
- Yes.

Charles Drew.

Thank you so
much for seeing me.

Not at all.

Well, have a look around.

Talk to anyone you like the look
of and I'll tell you they're

likely to be free.

ELIZABETH FRASER: I thought
you weren't announcing

the team until tomorrow.

CHARLES DREW: It's
largely been decided

already by tournament results.

And we only have discretion
in the last couple of places.

What about him?

Steve McTear?

The point control.

[shouts]

CHARLES DREW: Quick
reflexes, hugely competitive.

But, attitude problems.

MAN: Tim, what about defence?

Defense, Tim.

You let yourself wide
open for Steve's riposte.

I'm sorry, I am.

McTear's not your man.

Have a look at
some of the others.

Excuse me.

Very impressive.

Tomorrow, the National team?

I hope so.

Why?

I run a boarding school.

The fencing coach set
to retire suddenly.

I need somebody.

Where's your school?

ELIZABETH FRASER:
Just South of Auburn.

MAN: You ready?

And-- and you came
all the way to London

to find a fencing coach?

I want the best I can get.

Is that so strange?

No.

But as of tomorrow,
I won't be available.

You are tonight.

You don't know the
first thing about me.

I've seen you fence.

You'd be an inspiration
to the girls.

[laughs] Girls?

You really don't know
anything about me, do you?

It needn't be more than
a short term commitment.

Here's my card.

And that's the number
of my hotel in London.

No, no, I'll have
the salmon, thanks.

And can you do a mixture
of the vegetables?

WAITER: Of course.

And you, sir?

Sting chips for me.

Pleasant surprise.

You're hungry then?

I only got a fiver
till the end of the week.

So you came to
discuss my offer?

[panting]

[moaning]

Good morning.

I have an early
train to catch.

I'll settle the bill.

[door closes]

All right, gentlemen!

Thank you!

All right, time to put
you out of your misery.

The team for the
World Championships

will be as follows--

[interposing voices]

Winning Sheffield put
me ahead of [inaudible]..

Look, I know
you're disappointed.

But we have to select what
we think is the best team.

I have beaten every
man in this building!

Keep trying, keep winning.

You'll make the team next year.

I'm not interested
in next year.

I'm talking about now!

I'm talking about you
choosing the best.

Oh, yeah?

And how is this going
to help your cause?

And what would
help my cause, eh?

If I'd been the right school--

Oh, oh, Steve--

the decision's
already been made.

Up your arse, Drew.

I am the best fencer
they've ever seen.

[grunting]

Make the call, Joe.

How long?

Yeah, right.

Yeah.

Ritchie sends his love.

It's been delayed.

So we're to go to the
meet and sit tight.

So what are we
picking up, Fletch?

Relax, mate.

Just a few guns.

Just a few guns?

Guns?

Half a dozen
MAC-10s [inaudible]

pay well over the odds.
[chuckles]

No, no.

Stop the van, Joe.

All right, let's go.

Are you out of your mind?

There's 30 grand in here.

I'm not going in there alone.

I don't give a toss.

What are you--
What are we doing?

Drive on, Joe.

[engine starts]

Straight through to the left.

[groans]

HOBSON: What's he doing?

Go, go go!

[siren wailing]

[brakes screech]

Oh!

[engine starts]

Let the van go.

Do not arrest Fletcher.

Now we've got the guns then?

I don't give a
shit about the guns.

I am paying for it
Where's my money?

McTear took it
before he run off.

[exhales deeply]

Make a few calls.

McTear won't have hung about.

He's got family in Scotland.

Get onto it.

Oy, find my money.

[suspenseful music]

[knock on door]

Angie, it's Steve.

Any sign of Joe?

You bloody idiot.

Did he make it back?

Yeah, for about two seconds.

Then he was off.

He won't say where.

STEVE MCTEAR: Angie, listen.

When you see Joe,
tell him not to talk--

I'll tell him nothing
from you, you bastard!

You promise you'd keep
him away from all this!

He's not hard like you.

He pretends to be, but he's not.

If he goes down again--

what were you thinking of?

Having it away with
Ritchie's money?

What?

What?

Who told you that?

Get off my doorsteps,
Steve McTear.

[knock on door]

My God, he's alive.

Meaning?

Meaning you haven't
been here in three

months, not even a phone call.

Yeah, well, I'm here now.

I can't stay long.

So can we keep it sweet?

Well, come say hello
to your mom, then.

Not yet.

Lena, I need to borrow--

Steve, come say hello to mom.

Mom?

What's wrong?

LENA: She had a
stroke four weeks ago.

[SOFTLY] Oh, mom.

Steve.

Stevie.

Back in a minute, mom.

It's 24 hours a day, Steve.

I haven't got any backup.

There's not a single night when
I can go out and enjoy myself.

Don't the social pay?

The social?

What about you, Steve?

Have you even got a job?

I'm in training, Lena.

It's what she wanted me to do.

Sword fighting--

[knock on door]

--during in the 21st
century, you little shite.

[knock on door]

MAN: Hello, Lena!

[inaudible]

Yo, right!

I hear you!

Where is he, Lena?

[doorbell buzzes]

WOMAN: Hello?

Hey, it's Steve McTear.

I come to see Dr. Fraser.

WOMAN: Is she expecting you?

No.

WOMAN: When the
gates open, come up

to the main entrance in the
quad, in through the main door.

And her secretary's office
is on the first floor.

[music playing]

SALLIE LATHAM: [speaking french]

EMILY GORDON: Underneath
his beauty which seems so--

so fevered?

SALLIE LATHAM: Fervent.

EMILY GORDON: So
fervent, so touching--

SALLIE LATHAM: [speaking french]

--is hidden
heart so dishonest.

SALLIE LATHAM:
That's enough, Emily.

I give up on you.

You are bone idle.

Orgone has watched
Tartuffe seducing his wife.

He's furious.

But we've seen how he
treats his own daughter.

So in a nutshell, how
would you describe Orgone?

Tracy?

A dirty old man?

[laughter]

[bell rings]

[music playing]

WOMAN: Hello there!

SALLIE LATHAM:
Emily Gordon, do you

find it amusing to
come to my classes

without having done the
necessary preparation?

EMILY GORDON: Sorry, Ms. Latham.

SALLIE LATHAM: Dr. Fraser
would like a word with you.

EMILY GORDON: Yes, Ms. Latham.

20 scholarships
in the first year

represents 18% of the intake.

I'm sure I can get that to
50% in the next five years.

[knock on door]

Sorry to interrupt.

There's a gentleman here.

About the fencing job.

Emily?

Ms. Latham said
you wanted to see me.

ELIZABETH FRASER: Oh, yes, yes.

Not-- not-- not now.

Come out this
afternoon, thank you.

OK.

ELIZABETH FRASER: Hello, again.

Thank you, Lindsey.

Dr. Fraser.

Mr. Fraser?

No, I'm here on
other business.

Steve McTear.

James Wax, Chairman of
the Board of Trustees.

Shouldn't you be training
for the World Championship?

Didn't make the squad.

ELIZABETH FRASER: Thought
you were one of the best.

That's more or less
what I told them.

Anyway, it's not
going to happen.

So I can offer you
my services here.

Going to drive you stir crazy?

No, I trained in
the Royal Marines.

That's where I learnt to fence.

And you'd be free
to start straightaway?

Oh, I very much.

I can't wait.

Previous coach was much
more experienced than you are.

Much older.

STEVE MCTEAR: How much older?

67.

I thought you said this
needn't be a long term

commitment, Dr. Fraser.

[chuckles]

Tell me, Steve, what
makes a good fencer?

Fitness, point
control, technique--

And passion?

Something like that.

I can't see him fitting
into the staff room.

What?

Not even for five weeks?

Look if he's as
good as you said,

he's going to make a hell of a
difference to the fencing team.

And it certainly wouldn't
harm your chances

with the Arnold Foundation to
boost our sporting success.

Let me know how you get on.

Call me.

[engine starts]

Apologies for
the inconvenience.

Nice view.

You said you had no
interest in coaching.

I didn't.

Now I have.

And?

And you said you
needed somebody.

Here I am.

I travelled 400 miles.

I don't belong here either.

Is that what your
boss just told you?

Trustees don't run the school.

I do.

So what's the problem?

The problem?

The problem is that we had sex
three nights ago in a hotel,

and now you've
just shown up here.

You offered me
a job, Dr. Fraser.

And right now, I
could really use it.

Give me a chance, come on.

Come on.

What happened in London--

We're not in London anymore.

Exactly.

Exactly.

You love your job,
and I love mine.

I'm glad we
understand each other.

Joe Salter drove the van.

Steve McTear was
there as backup.

Both have form.

Fletch says they've
gone to ground.

Fletch now, is it?

Don't compromise yourself, Phil.

Tell me about Salter or McTear.

You owe me 10 quid!

Salter would be
no use as a witness.

He's a basket case, but
close friends with McTear.

They shared a cell
for 18 months.

Salter tried to hang himself.

McTear cut him down
and kept an eye on him.

McTear's solid as a rock.

He the one we want
in the witness box.

So find him.

Ah, he's long gone by now.

But if anyone knows where
he is, it'll be Salter.

Please tell me you've got a
lead on where Salter's hiding.

Salter wouldn't have gone far.

He's got a wife and kid.

Good.

Thanks for coming, girls.

I wanted you to meet Mr.
McTear, the new fencing coach.

Mr. McTear, 3/4 of the
Gulf Castle fencing team--

Kirstin, Uzma, Melissa.

Come in.

And Emily, the team captain.

Hi.

ELIZABETH FRASER: So
you girls thought,

when Mr. Harrison fell
ill, that you wouldn't

get past the semifinals.

They're the best fencing team
we've had in a generation

in Mr. Harrison's opinion.

Oh, sounds good.

[laughter]

[interposing voices]

[chuckles] All stand at ease.

[floor creaking]

Hey, the time to be alert
is during the fights.

Until then, relax!

Right, I need to see
how advanced you are.

Name?

Fiona Lechon, sir.

Fiona's very advanced
for her age, sir.

[laughter]

All right, well, get your
foils and show me, then.

Please, sir.

You have to blow your whistle.

That's what Mr.
Harrison used to do.

STEVE MCTEAR: Well, I
don't have a whistle.

Haven't you got
anything else to blow?

[laughter]

Get your foils!

Right, let me have to
look at the basics.

Kirstin, you're on the team?

Right.

Show me how to lunge.

Right, stay there.

Don't punch with the arm.

Keep it smooth.

Your body over the center.

Back foot flat.

Get your hips in.

But Mr. Harrison--

Shh.

Too far forward, you
can't retreat in a hurry

if your lunge fails.

[interposing voices]

[non-english speech]

Amen.

ALL: Amen

What was all that about?

Arabic.

A message for the foreign girls.

Emily.

Do you know who the gentleman
sitting at Ms. Ingrams' table

is?

That's the new fencing
coach, Ms. Latham.

Oh.

PEGGY INGRAMS: Would you
care to do the honors?

When available, male
staff always take control.

Well, in that case,
this is an order.

Serve the fish.

Do you no longer think
it necessary to consult

your deputy head
before appointing

a new member of staff?

He's a temporary
coach, Sallie,

to fill in for poor Mr.
Harrison until we find

a permanent replacement, OK?

Where exactly
did you find him?

Well, not by putting an
advertisement in "The Lady".

Elizabeth, there are
established procedures

for this sort of circumstance.

Yes, and the semifinals
for the fencing championship

are in three weeks.

So you go behind my back?

I did.

Just for a change, I'd like
to see a sports team from Gulf

Castle actually win something.

STEVE MCTEAR: So the
line of the shoulder

should be parallel
to that of the hips.

Otherwise, that will also
put a strain on the latter.

What do you think of?

[laughs] Mm.

Right, we'll work on fitness.

Mr. Harrison said that
we should mainly improve--

Mr. Harrison's backside.

You work on fitness.

Everything else
follows from that.

Emily, take a lunge position.

Right, you take the
back foot like so.

And, Emily, you hop.

Come on, hop.
- [grunts]

Hop!

Hop.

[sighs] We've only got three
weeks until the semifinals.

I'll get you fit by then.

Up.

Up!

Right, pair off and get hoppin'.

Come on!

And hop!

And hop!

And smile!

[suspenseful music]

Feeling caged in?

No.

It's home from home.

Why did you come here?

Five weeks, then I'm off.

So what do you make
of the team then?

I'll do me best.

What's the matter?

They're cheerful, fit, pretty.

You don't win fencing
tournaments by being pretty,

Dr. Fraser.

Mr. Harrison
seem to think they

were making wonderful progress.

Emily in particular.

He made her head
very big, didn't he?

Oh, I thought a little
self-belief help to win fights.

STEVE MCTEAR: She
thinks she knows it all.

My dad used to say, if
you're good at anything,

you keep quiet about it.

And if you're no
good, you shut up.

She's had a difficult
time at home lately.

Oh, really?

Oh, my heart bleeds.

Give her a chance, Steve.

Don't worry, Dr. Fraser.

Nobody's going to get hurt.

[groaning]

I don't know where he is.

Maybe he went back to Newcastle.

You're going to
kill me, Kelvin.

[groans]

Where is he?

So all you're
doing is describing

a very, very small circle.

[sighs] Right, let's
look at finger work.

Emily.

Disengage lunge.

Mm-hmm.

One, two.

Doublet.

All right, stay there.

Stay there.

Now what part of the hand do
we use to control the point?

Fingers.

That's right!

Not the wrist.

Try again.

Now describe a
very small circle.

Make it smaller.

[groans]

Oh, dear.

You need to relax.

See you all next time!

Sir, can I make a suggestion?

Why don't you let the rest of
the class work on the basics

while the team concentrate
on the more advanced work?

Nah, you're not ready
for advanced work, Emily.

You got too many bad habits.

Mr. Harris--

Mr. Harrison knew what
he was talking about,

unlike some people.

[bubblegum pops]

Confiscated.

Magazine with
pictures of naked men.

Pretty tame, really.

Still, we all have
our little vices.

Sally Latham.

Steve McTear.

So, what does a Royal Marine
do when he wants to relax?

Nothing you'd
want to know about.

SALLIE LATHAM: Try me.

How did you wash up here anyway?

Well, Dr. Fraser kind of got
me on the rebound from fencing.

National selectors
turned me down.

Their loss, our gain.

Although you do realize
that your main purpose here

is to bolster Fraser's ego.

You and I are but pawns
in her little game.

And what game would that be?

Open access, she calls it.

I expect she thinks that you'll
impress the Arnold Foundation.

Oh, has she not told
you about her latest

money-grubbing venture?

Free places to local
waifs and strays.

And you don't approve?

I don't approve of
filling the school

with misfits and losers, no.

STEVE MCTEAR: Lower standards?

Exactly.

And encourages
the working classes?

Well, no.

I wouldn't say that.

No, no.

Makes us uppity.

[footsteps approaching]

It's easy to feel cooped up.

If you ever fancy a spin,
spare keys to the grey fiesta.

[engine rumbling]

Hello?

STEVE MCTEAR [ON PHONE]: Lena!

How's mom?

LENA [ON PHONE]: Where are you?

Mm, I've got myself a
job so I can help out.

Oh, forget it.

Ritchie's men will kill you.

They've already put
Kelvin in hospital.

I'll come back--

No way, Stevie.

You stay away.

[birds chirping]

[laughter]

Keep going.

Front foot first, [inaudible].

Bisi.

Bisi!

Target area's up
here, all right?

And these are what you
aim for in a woman, sir.

[laughter]

[bell ringing]

Emily, maybe you're right.

By the team fencing on the road

Oh, good.

Oh, good.

You all think I'm some
kind of joke, don't you?

You don't think I know
what I'm doing, eh?

Come on, sweetheart.

Ah, come on.

Ey!

Ey!

You want the mask on?

[clears throat] It's 2 nil.

[music playing]

[shouts]

[panting]

15 hits to nil, my bout.

You want to win anything,
we better start getting on.

[grunts]

[music playing]

[panting]

15 second's over.

Well, you haven't
done five laps already.

Here.

Keep you warm.

Oh, did it hurt?

See, that's half
of your problem.

Your life's been so bloody
pain free, at the slightest

bit of discomfort, you break!

You don't have to be
working class to feel pain.

[panting]

Steve, you're being a bit
hard on her, aren't you?

She showed me her
competitive edge.

[clears throat] Why don't
you come into my office?

For a bollocking?

For a word of advice.

Advice on what?

Teaching.

It's getting better.

Not from what I've seen.

Stop trying to beat
her all the time.

Whatever you've been
through isn't Emily's fault.

So what's the
Arnold Foundation?

Oh, it's-- it's a group of
wealthy businessman who may,

may pump millions into the
school so that I can turn it

from a place of privilege
to a center of excellence,

open to everyone.

We've just found out
we're on the short list.

So they're going
to pay us a visit.

And if they like what they see--

You can open the door to
a few more waifs and strays.

I see.

Heard this in the
staff room, did you?

From a deputy headmistress
who was hoping to be made

head a couple of years ago,
but they hired me instead.

Why did they hire you?

Because the school was
six months from bankruptcy.

It seems in pretty
good shape to me.

Yes, it is now.

Thanks.

Oh, and you're not
doing too badly yourself.

I didn't go into
education for the money,

if that's what you're implying.

Eh, no, no.

People like you, you
never work for money.

You have vocations.

They pay me well because
I'm good at what I do.

Do you want one?

What, a drink with teacher?

Yeah, fine.

And one for yourself?

Teacher has tomorrow's
lessons to prepare.

Do you do that, or do you just
make it up as you go along?

Hey, I do it my own way.

And it works.

Heck, bloody-- you
bring me in here

for a word of advice for how
to be gentle with people?

Just forget it.

And forgive me for thinking that
someone who has never taught

before, who failed to get
into the National team,

my appreciate a little advice.

[laughs]

I think I will have a whiskey.

You should have
found out more about me

before you offered me the job.

Never thought you'd
take me up on it.

So what was I, Dr. Fraser?

Another conquest?

ELIZABETH FRASER: You were the
first in three years, actually.

I can say now that
was a mistake.

All right, now that I'm not
in the National squad, eh?

Just a Mr. Nobody.

Well, I don't have
time for relationships.

Yeah, not like
the good old days.

In America, I wasn't
running a school.

Hey-- I'll go.

Do you always run
away from your problems?

My problem is to survive.

Your problem is your anger.

Anger wins fights.

Aggression, not anger.

Not sure that you
understand the difference.

All right.

Well, what is it
you understand, eh?

Dispensing your wisdom
to your rich kids?

Those kids in
America weren't rich.

They came from much tougher
backgrounds than you!

We were giving them a chance.

We did make a difference.

Yeah, yeah.

Just like you want here.

If I get the
grand, Gulf Castle

won't just be for rich kids.

It'll be for whoever
does best in their exams.

I want girls from the
East end of Glasgow,

girls from the coast--

STEVE MCTEAR: Ah,
well, that's brilliant.

You'll be able to
give the poor girls

live to school every morning.

You might even be
driving a Jag by then.

I'm not the enemy, Steve.

[door slams]

I've seen each of you at least
once in this office this term.

Why is it whenever there's
any trouble, it's you lot, hm?

The usual suspects.

It's not funny, Bisi.

If I catch any of
you smoking again,

I will be writing
to your parents.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

Yes

Go on.

Push off.

Emily.

Let me tell you what your
teachers are saying about you.

Somewhat you cautioned again.

One or two are pushing for
a suspension this time.

It won't be long before
they're asking me to expel you.

There's only so many
times I can ask them

to give you another
chance, remind them

of your family situation.

Can I ask you a question?

ELIZABETH FRASER: Certainly.

What do you think you're doing
dragging in that oik from--

That oik, as you so
charmingly call him,

may help you win
the championship.

But he's teaching us the
exact opposite to Mr. Harrison!

- Give him time.
- Time?

We don't have any time!

You've said so yourself.

We've got the semifinals
in less than three--

So stop being so bloody minded
about it and make it work!

I've gone out on
a heck of a limb

to give you this chance, Emily.

So don't you dare waste it.

Hm?

Go on.

I'm talking about
fear, adrenaline.

You're going learn
how to ride it.

There's good stuff
wrapped up in it.

Aggression-- we'll work on that.

Right, who's going to go first?

Emily!

OK, why not?

No, why not?

You stuck-up bitch.

You speak to me like
that again, and you

wish you'd never been born!

How are you feeling, Emily?

OK.

STEVE MCTEAR: Nah,
try bloody terrified.

Bloody terrified.

STEVE MCTEAR: So terrified, your
body's getting ready to run.

But you won't.

You'll face me down.

Look me in the eye.

Good.

Now tell me, I'm not scared
of you, Steve McTear.

- I'm not.
- [IMITATING] I'm not.

EMILY GORDON: I'm not scared.

Mm?

I think you are.

I'm not scared of you.

I'm not scared of
you, Steve McTear!

I could cut off your
bollocks and hang

them over the school gates!

[heavy panting]

Great.

I love it.

Get your foils.

[music playing]

Come on, focus.

Press on the attack.

Go for the hit, Kirsten!

Good!

Just forget what it looks like.

Just concentrate
on how it feels.

Hah!

STEVE MCTEAR: Good!

And listen up,
whenever you get a hit,

you should all be yelling.

Ela!

But Mr. Harrison
said it's bad--

Uzma, Mr. Harrison
isn't teaching us anymore.

Get the point on.

[grunting]

I said yell.
- Ela!

Come on!

Ela!

Ela!

Ela!

Ela!

Not bad, not bad.

That's enough for tonight.

I see what you mean.

It felt really good then.

Just forget everything
else in the world

except the point of your sword.

And see what your opponent's
doing long before they do it.

You hit back straightaway.

It's-- it's a special zone
you get into, you know,

and nothing can get to you.

You do whatever you like.

Is that how you fence?

At my best.

Most of the time, just
fighting myself with hatred.

But if you get so
angry, how can you forget

everything else in the world?

Hey, who's the teacher here?

Me or you?

[scoffs]

[suspenseful music]

[siren blaring]

[panting]

ANGIE SALTER: I don't
want this anymore, Joe.

I want you here with
me and the kids.

I am here.

I'm going to stop.

If you don't, you're
not coming back.

I mean it.

JOE SALTER: Angie, I promise.

Never again.

[dog barking]

[door slams]

I can do this my own
if you need to get off.

No, Dad's coming
to see Fraser.

I've got a few more minutes.

Mm?

Anything serious?

The usual crap.

Money, future--
that sort of thing.

You mean, what you're going
to do when you leave here?

Whether I'm even going
to be here next time.

Dad doesn't think
he can afford it.

And what with Ms.
Latham saying I'm

going to fail on my A-levels,
he can see his point.

Does he know you're
captain of the fencing team?

Dad's got a lot on
his mind at the moment.

So, why fencing, Emily?

[chuckles] It's silly, really.

[clears throat] I read
"The Three Musketeers".

[laughs] What?

A bunch of numpties with
feathers in their hats?

So why did you
take up fencing?

I wanted to murder
the musketeers.

EMILY GORDON: But you've
never even read the book.

[engine starts]

Everything OK?

Not really.

Dad's selling our
house to pay his debts.

I won't be coming
back next time.

It's not decided yet, Emily.

I'm still talking
to your father.

STEVE MCTEAR: Well,
you bloody better be.

What kind of fencing team we're
going to have without Emily?

Your dad talks like that again,
he'll have me to deal with.

He won't like it.

See you tomorrow.

Alexandre Dumas and his
band of daredevil heroes.

Fixing the roof.

That tarpaulin must
have come loose.

[gasps] Well?

Most kind of you, Mr. McTear.

ELIZABETH FRASER: Yes,
thank you so much.

My pleasure.

Well, I wouldn't want to see all
these lovely books go ruined.

Peggy, if you want
to go, I can lock up.

I didn't know you liked books.

Yeah.

Yeah?

I enjoy school.

Teachers told me to
try for University.

What happened?

I'm supposed to be a
hard man like me dad.

He didn't let you go on?

STEVE MCTEAR: When I
asked him, he beat me up.

Needed stitches.

Left home the next day
and joined the Marines.

What about your fencing?

He must've been
impressed by that.

The night he belted me
was the last time I saw him.

Best let you look up.

ELIZABETH FRASER: Don't
forget what you came for.

Hey, I thought this
was against the rules.

I'm not being honest
with you, Elizabeth.

What the hell do you want?

I didn't want anything
when I first arrived.

Nothing.

Well, maybe raid
your drinks, come

and screw a few of your girls--

And?

Three years ago, I
made a big mistake.

I heard my dad was dying.

I was due some leave,
and I got home too late.

Funeral was a nightmare.

Every villain from Newcastle
to Glasgow turned up to get

wrecked at my mother's expense.

One cousin after another
was calling me a soft

git and no son of me dad's.

So in the end, I lost it.

I was up for anything
just to prove them wrong.

Old contact of me dad's
village called Ritchie Lowe

was organizing a drug stop.

It's nothing heavy.

Just some dope from Morocco.

Needed somebody to
skipper a small boat.

Oh, God.

A grand for a night's work.

Just keeping it off
the rocks in a gale.

It was pitch black.

I felt totally in control.

And I remember thinking, if
only my dad could see me now.

But the only people who
are watching were the cops.

They didn't catch
any of the others.

I got four years.

They let me out after 2
and 1/2 for good behavior.

You can read that in the
prison governor's report.

No one has to know.

Except maybe the trustees.

If this leaks out
to the parents--

It won't.

How could you be so--

Get out.

I'm going to have to
let him go, aren't I?

Well, the parole
board have consistently

praised his behavior.

In his spare time, he would be
found studying in the library

or training in the gym.

You know how many battles
I fought at Gulf Castle?

If it gets out I've employed
a convicted criminal in--

JAMES WAX: Elizabeth,
as far as I'm concerned,

you've put your trust in a
man with a difficult past.

And it turns out that
he's an inspiration

to the fencing team.

Emily in particular.

Well, do you raise it
with the other trustees?

Not necessary.

You've notified me, you notify
the local Chief Superintendent.

You've done everything
by the book.

[sighs deeply]

Gorgeous, [inaudible].

[groans]

Sir, I think I've
pulled something.

Here.

Or maybe it's here.

Perhaps you'd give
it a feel, sir.

[laughter]

Bisi, if you want an
older man to give you one,

there's places in Glasgow
where they'll pay you a tenner.

This is a fencing class.

If you want me to leave,
just say the word.

No, Steve, stay.

[MUSIC - ANNIE LENNOX, "STAY BY
ME"]

[SINGING] Stay by me.

And make the moment last.

Please take these
lips even if I have

been kissed a million times.

And I don't care if
there is no tomorrow.

I could die here in your arms.

Even if the stars
have made us blind.

We're blind.

We're blind.

So blind in love.

In America, the
school I was at

was near the Nantucket coast.

And one day, a couple
of us went sailing.

We heard the whales singing.

[imitating whale]

[laughter]

I heard them when
I was in the fog--

[imitating whale]

Fantastic.

It's bloody freezing, though.

Well, good
preparation are here.

Fancy a throw?

No.

Yeah, you're right.

Wind's in the wrong direction.

[laughter]

[grunts]

Come on, Lizzie!

No.

No!

[chuckles]

Lizzie!

[panting]

See that Angie
is looked after.

Make sure Joe gets
to hear about it.

He won't talk.

Just wait.

No problem there.

It's Steve McTear you
should be worried about!

I want my money!

What have you been doing for
the past three weeks, eh?

Sitting on your arse,
waiting for Steve

to pop in and say, hello?

Tell Shug to watch
the flat in Glasgow.

Talk to anyone one Steve's
ever had a bag of chips with.

Five grand to whoever
tracks him down.

Ela!

Ela!

Ela!

Ela!

[inaudible] Right,
that's enough.

Gather around.

Right, the team
for the semifinals

will be Emily, Uzma, Kirstin.

Yes!

Sorry, Melissa.

Well done.

STEVE MCTEAR: Now, Melissa,
you'll come along as a reserve.

Right, tomorrow's the big day.

So get a good night's sleep.

Ready to knock them dead, right?

Right.

And when you're
in bed tonight,

just before you fall
asleep, just practice

your moves over in your mind.

I'm talking about the
semifinals, not 6 form dance.

[laughter]

Just feel yourself
fencing in your dreams.

[music playing]

Ems, you coming for a smoke?

[groans]

[gasps]

ELIZABETH FRASER: You OK?

Yeah.

Just dreaming.

Don't tell me you're working.

Catching up on what I
should have done last night.

You're a bad influence.

What are you dreaming about?

My mom.

She had a stroke
seven weeks ago.

Oh, sorry.

Can't even speak.

Are you close?

STEVE MCTEAR: Yeah.

Paid me a visit every
week time I was inside.

And she'll recover?

I don't know.

Not been able to see much
of her since it happened.

You know their
captain, the one

with the glasses [inaudible].

Good morning, Dr. Fraser.

STUDENT: Good
morning, Mr. McTear.

STUDENT: Good morning.

STEVE MCTEAR: Change of plan.

Dr. Fraser can't come.

Got a business [inaudible].

STUDENT: Oh, no.

[inaudible]

STEVE MCTEAR: Well,
nerves are not

used to you yet, so think about
something totally different.

Like the school
dance tonight, hm?

Who's going to be there?

What are you going
to say to them?

EMILY GORDON:
[chuckles] I thought you

didn't want us getting nervous.

Hey, you.

First bout is until 2:00.

So until then, what do you do?

ALL: Relax.

Very good.

I need to go
outside for a while.

I'll be back before
the first bout.

Don't worry.

[knock on door]

Stevie?

No, you can take it.

It's legal.

Teaching a bunch of posh
girls at a sword fight.

I don't want to
hear it, Steve.

Half of Glasgow is
looking for you.

Can I at least see mom, Lena.

LENA: The police were here.

They've arrested Joe.

Look, forget him.

I've talked to Kelvin, right?

He'll get you on a ship.

Get out the country now, Steve.

STEVE MCTEAR: How's mom?

She's improving.

[door shuts]

Who was she?

Prostitute?

She's my sister.

Ela!

REFEREE: Hold.

Bout to Gulf Castle.

Fight [inaudible].

Well done.

Test, please.

Good luck.

En garde.

Ready?

Fence!

It's come to preoccupy
you, hasn't it?

This McTear business.

Keeping a close eye on him.

And everything's
under control?

Well, sorry.

Silly question.

Everything always is.

You take on problems like
this precisely to prove you

can keep them under control.

Only thanks to your
strong encouragement, James.

But, yes, now that
he's settled in,

I feel good about
him being there.

So good you started
sleeping with him?

Ah.

What else did Sally Latham say?

Elizabeth, I've invested
a hell of a lot of time

in Gulf Castle School.

I came all the way to
America to recruit you,

I've backed all your reforms.

We make a great team.

I'm not talking about
our private relationship.

I'm talking professionally.

What?

You're calling time on
all that now or something?

You have responsibilities.

Responsibilities
to whom exactly?

My God!

Can I not even flirt?

With a horny young
member of staff?

No.

So I'm forbidden from having
any kind of relationship?

That's what you
just said, isn't it?

With him, yes.

I'll get the bill.

No, no, James.

You go, I'll pay.

EMILY GORDON: [grunts]

You're fencing like shit.

Oh, you think I
don't know that?

You're too angry, Emily.

And whose fault's that?

Control your anger.

Don't let it control you.

Channel it.

REFEREE: You ready?

Fence!

Ela!

[buzzer beats]

REFEREE: Ready?

Fence!

Ela!

[buzzer beats]

REFEREE: Ready?

Fence!

[buzzer beats]

Ready?

Fence!

[buzzer beats]

Bout to St. John's.

4 bouts all.

[panting]

Watching this girl earlier.

She attack short.

So you step back, power your
post, get her every time.

Attagirl.

REFEREE: Test, please.

Joe Salter holds
his hands up to it.

Says he organized the
entire job himself.

[laughs] Good lad.

Did he get bail?

No, he's in Brixton.

Who do we know down there?

Tell him to have a polite
conversation with Joe.

Ask him where we'll
find Steve McTear.

[music playing]

ELIZABETH FRASER: I've been
looking at exam results.

Did you know that in
the last two years,

every departments had a steady
improvement except for French?

I get my girls through,
even the ones that

are thick as two short planks.

I drill them morning,
noon, and night.

They get their grade.

You mean a pass.

They'd do a damn sight
better if there was

more discipline in this school.

Instead of what
you encourage them

to believe that
extracurricular activities--

I'm developing
their individuality.

Developing their
bloody arrogance.

You come in here,
you turn the place

upside down with your
half-baked liberal notions--

Oh, yes.

Let's hear it for
the good old days.

Gulf Castle has been
here a damn sight longer

than you have, Elizabeth.

In all that time, the
greatest dream of its pupils

was to be a society
wife or a secretary.

Sorry, Sallie.

It's just not good
enough anymore.

No.

Fencing medal's seem
to be the dream now.

Or should I say
fencing teachers?

That has nothing to do with
the running of this school.

Are you sure that's how
the head of trustees sees it?

Elizabeth, if you're still
here at the end of the year,

you can sack me.

I can have you out at the end
of the month if I want, Sallie.

Check your contract.

[engine rumbling]

And?

Uh, we're through
to the finals.

[giggling]

Well, I lost all my bouts.

But, uh, Uzma made up for it.

Good girl, Uzma!

Where are the boys?

In there.

[laughter]

The one who kept on
asking me to dance.

Which one?

The tall one
with the big ears.

Well, remember that
Robbie Williams lookalike?

- Jason.
- Jonathan.

Jonathan.

I think tonight is going
to be his lucky night.

Tracy!

What?

Excuse me.

Let's call it quits, eh?

You know in that
last fight when

you told me to focus my anger?

It was--

You fence better
than I've ever

seen you fence before, Emily.

Yeah.

Let's call it quits.

TRACY: [giggles]
[WHISPERS] Stop it.

Come out of there.

TRACY: [WHISPERS] Hurry up.

MAN: All right.

Sorry, Ms. Latham.

My office, tomorrow
morning, 8:30.

And your name is?

Sinclair, ma'am.

Alexander Sinclair.

Alexander.

Nice name.

The finals aren't
going to be easy.

You've got to go way beyond
what you've learned so far.

So we're going to throw
away the rule book.

Forget the correct way.

Stops you doing anything.

It just messes up your head.

Sallie Latham came
to see me this morning.

Handed me her letter
of resignation.

I've sent copies to every
member of the board.

They know not everyone in the
staff room shares her opinions.

Quite a few do.

Tell me, Peggy,
tell me honestly--

do you think I'm going too far?

Do you think I'm trampling
on everybody's sensibilities

for the sake of my reforms?

PEGGY INGRAMS: Elizabeth,
remember what this place

was like when you arrived?

You single-handedly saved it.

Or is there another reason
for this sudden loss of nerve?

Don't blame yourself for
falling for Steve McTear.

I'd have done exactly
the same at your age,

given half a chance.

Let's not forget, you
spent your first 18

months here telling
me you'd never

find another man like Mike.

He does make me feel good.

But I suspect he's as much
a problem as a solution.

This isn't algebra, Elizabeth.

Ela!

[applause]

Emily, you're in charge.

[wooing]

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

This is Detective
Sergeant Hobson.

And--

Detective Inspector
Lyon, Serious Crime Squad.

Gunrunning operation in
East London, four weeks ago--

we've arrested Joe Salter.

Now we want the
rest of the team.

What, anyone who's
ever known Joe?

HOBSON: Ritchie Lowe
organized the deal.

You and Joe went along
to make the payment

and collect the merchandise.

You've nicked Joe?

Well, nick Ritchie as well.

HOBSON: We did.

Difference is Joe confessed.

Well, stick a plastic
bag over Ritchie's

head for a couple of minutes,
and he'll confess as well.

HOBSON: We want to put
Ritchie away for life.

Now any decent brief
will tear Joe to pieces.

Unless we get a better witness,
Richie Lowe is going to walk.

Finished?

Joe hasn't told us the
whole story yet, Steve.

But we're getting there.

And we'll have to come
back and arrest you.

And you'll be looking
at a life sentence.

Cooperate now while you
still got the chance.

And I can guarantee you'll
serve no more than two years.

HOBSON: Don't force Joe
to take the drop alone.

He's falling to pieces.

[scoffs] Well, you can imagine.

That doesn't bother me.

You've said you
had no intention

of arresting Mr. McTear.

So I suggest we bring this
conversation to a close.

Um, we'll see ourselves out.

Fine.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You bastard.

You selfish bastard!

When you first came here,
you were on the run.

You wanted to lie low, and
you thought, where better than

an out-of-the-way girls school?

So what else have you done that
you're not telling me about?

Nothing.

Don't lie to me or
I'll call them back.

He's not going to
roll over, no matter

what we threaten him with.

I don't know, boss.

At the end there when I
mentioned his mate Salter,

that got to him.

I've seen enough
grasses to know.

And believe me, McTear
is not one of them.

HOBSON: See, what I don't get
is why she's protecting him?

You call yourself a detective?

And since you're so
concerned about my safety,

there's no way they're going
to pin that bollocks on me.

Joe would never
rat on his friends.

I trusted you.

I forgave you.

I thought, one mistake
long time ago, fair enough.

You were honest about it--

You can just shut up.

What?

So I can think?

My best mate is staring
at life in prison,

and those bastards
know he can't hack it.

So help him!

Help him?

Help him how?

By grassing up Ritchie Lowe?

How long do you think I'd
stay alive if I did that?

How the hell did
they know I was here?

Well, school rules
require me, if I

employ anyone with a prison
record, to let the police know.

You.

You told me it
was in the past.

I thought I was doing you a
favor letting the police know.

I let you keep your job!

But when you were supposed
to be telling me the truth,

you were lying to me!

And now they're offering you a
deal, and you're still lying!

All the time I was inside,
they offered me deals.

What, you refused?

Why?

Protecting some
pathetic gunrunner

or fighting the system?

Whose side are you on?

Because if you still
think you're one of them,

then stop blaming
the rest of us!

[door slams]

[phone dialing]

Angie, it's Steve.

When you see Joe,
just tell him, uh,

Steve says to hang on in there.

And I'll try and call
you again later on, yeah?

EMILY GORDON: No,
dad, I'll be fine.

Yeah.

OK, you have a good trip.

Bye.

[whimpering] Oh, God.

Emily?

Was it your dad?

[sobbing] He--

[clears throat] He
says everything's

going to be all right.

But it's not.

He's flying to
Singapore tonight.

So he won't be there
for you on Saturday?

What about you mom?

I haven't seen
her in two years.

She's a city girl.

Sorry.

Hey, my dad never saw me fence.

And he never will.

Why not?

Well, because he's dead.

- Oh.
- Hey.

Hey!

Stop being so soft.

You got a daddy who loves you.

Hm?

And by the time you're
fencing in the Olympics,

he'll have all his
business sorted out

and he'll be right
there beside you.

Yeah.

Come on.

Wohoo!

[shouting]

Oh, no.

Brake!

[inaudible]

[interposing voices]

[panting]

Did I scare you?

Oh, no.

We're way beyond that.

It's pretty good
wherever we are.

Yeah.

We're in that special
zone you get into,

when nothing can get to you.

And you can do
whatever you like?

What is it?

Fasten your seat belt, Emily.

[engine starts]

Emily, you're really special.

You're a great fencer, and
you're going to get better.

But it's all about self-control.

Where to draw the
line, you know?

Lena?

What is it?

Mom?

Angie saw Joe yesterday.

Ritchie had these
two blokes trying

to make him say where you were.

He kept telling
them he didn't know.

The bastards kept pushing him.

And then this morning--

I'm really sorry, Steve.

This morning, they found
Joe hanging in his cell.

[suspenseful music]

[panting]

EMILY GORDON: You're leaving?

The minute the
tournament's over, yes.

No, but you can't.
You can't.

You can't go.

Please, you can't leave.

Hey.

You're going to win that All
Scotland Championship tomorrow.

And that makes me proud, Emily.

I will always think
of it when I'm gone.

Yeah, but I don't
care about any of that.

All I want is to be with you!

Emily?

I'm in love with him.

You can do whatever you want.

But nothing will
change the way I feel.

Get to your room!

[sighs] You don't
even know what love is.

What the fuck are
you trying to do to me?

Completely humiliate me?

There's nothing
between me and her!

Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth.

You want the truth?

Yeah, the truth is
I've been training

that girl for the past five
weeks, as you told me to.

And she's been learning.

She's been getting better.

She is a great kid, with a
great big crush, that's all.

And I'm sorry if that hurt you.

But for me, I felt as I was
doing something worthwhile

for the first time in my life.

Why are you
running away again?

Because I'm in
hell, Elizabeth.

My best friend is dead!

What about your own life?

Go back to London.

Start training again.

I have been on borrowed
time ever since I came here.

Just [inaudible] listen.

You just listen.

You thought I came
here to lie low.

But it was much more than that.

I thought this place--

I thought you were a way out.

But there's no
way out, is there?

Is there?

[sobs] No.

So you forget me, Elizabeth.

OK?

Great.

You keep your eye on that prize.

You do for your children
what you've done for me.

[MUSIC - PATTI LABELLE, "LADY
MARMALADE"]

[SINGING] Gitchi gitchi--

A girl's boarding school?

You sure?

Yeah.

A bloke shouting out obviously
I'd He's never been wrong yet.

Nice work, Danny.

Hey, Fletch, how comes
you didn't manage

to turn this one up then, hm?

[scoffs]

[phone rings]

Cardinal Club.

STEVE MCTEAR [ON PHONE]:
Put Ritchie on, Fletch.

Steve.

Stevie!

We were just talking about you.

Call your men off, Ritchie.

You want your money back?

I'll give it to you tomorrow.

2 o'clock, outside
Glasgow Central Station.

Perfect timing.

He wants to give me my
money back tomorrow.

Get on the phone to Shug.

Tell him to find
McTear and stick close.

I what to know
exactly where he is.

Why not wait till
the meet tomorrow?

Because it's in the middle
of a bloody railway station,

that's why.

It's the last if
what I've earned.

Come on.

Now, I've got to see my mom.

FLO: Stevie?

[laughs]

Mom?

Oh, just dropped
by with something

to help out with the bills.

Your-- your fencing is good.

[giggles]

Ela.

It's only teaching, mom.

That's a start.

Well done.

Mom, the reason
why I'm here is--

there's some business
I've got to settle.

LENA: It's why the police
were looking for him.

They're right here.

Here in this room.

Just like when your
father was alive.

Stevie, don't be daft.

No.

FLO: You've-- you've still got
all your life ahead of you.

Yeah.

Yeah?

STEVE MCTEAR: Mm-hmm.

Good lad.

[suspenseful music]

[engine starts]

And now you want
me to go out there

and win the championship for
the glory of your bloody school?

What do you think
I am, your puppet?

No, Emily.

But while you're a pupil
here, I'm responsible for you.

I intervened to stop you
making a hideous mistake.

You're getting rid of the most
important person in my life.

What am I supposed to do?

Just turn around and forget him?

You won't forget him.

For a while, you'll
reach out and--

and wish he was still there.

But he's not.

It's over.

Emily, I can't make
you do anything for me.

Please try and do
something for yourself.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go and win
that bloody championship.

[laughs] OK.

Just go with the St.
Andrews Academy team.

Don't Inhale.

Right, let's see what
all the fuss is about.

He's leaving once
the tournament's over.

So I can cheer for the
future of Gulf Castle School?

[applause]

Where's Emily?

She's left her glove
in the changing area.

How are you feeling, Emily?

Bloody terrified.

Mm.

It's part of the good
stuff, you remember?

Just ride it.

Now tell me you're
not scared of me.

I could cut off
your bollocks and hang

them over the school gate.

That's good.

Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

Good work, Shug.

[inaudible]

Nice one, mate.

Why don't you stay
by the door, Shug?

No problem.

[applause]

All right, team.

Stand up.

And look your
enemies in the eye.

And let them know that if they
want blood, they'll get it.

Who are those men?

[sighs] Will you do something?

Forget about "The Three
Musketeers" and fairy stories.

And win your fights for me.

REFEREE: Ladies and gentlemen--

UZMA: Where's he going?

Sod him.

We'll win this without him.

REFEREE: --Fencing
Championships.

The final is
between St. Andrew's

Academy and Gulf Castle School.

En garde.

Are you ready?

Fence.

- Ela!
- Hold.

[inaudible]

[applause]

STEVE MCTEAR: Shug!

REFEREE: En garde.

Are you ready?

Fence.

[suspenseful music]

Yes!

REFEREE: Bout to Gulf Castle.

Gulf Castle lead
by 2 bouts to 1.

[sighs]

Ela!
REFEREE: Hold.

Tag [inaudible].

Right, Uzma!

RITCHIE LOWE: Hi, Steve.

We wanted to see ya.

No hard feelings, mate.

Just give me my money back.

I haven't got
your money, Ritchie.

So where is it?

[grunting]

Hold.

Tag [inaudible].

[applause]

Yeah, you need me to
drop, don't you, Fletch?

Fat 30 grand in me pocket,
did you think I'd be here?

REFEREE: Hold.

Bout to St. Anthony.

Bloody told you I tipped
off the cops as well, eh?

Oh, you're full
of shit, Steve.

He's full of shit.

Just like somebody tipped
off the cops last time,

2 and 1/2 years in
a prison cell, never

did manage to work it out.

Go for it.

Go on, Emily!

[interposing voices]

But you're lucky,
Fletch, not to get caught.

Walked away from two jobs
where your mates got busted.

Now wouldn't you call
that lucky, Fletch?

Well?

REFEREE: 4 bout all.

Final bout.

[grunting]

REFEREE: En Garde.

Give McTear your knife.

Fair enough.

REFEREE: Fence.

[grunting]

Ela!

Ela!

REFEREE: Hold.

[applause]

Ela!

[groans]

Hold.

Tag [inaudible].

[grunts]

Ela!

[applause]

Well done!

[groans]

Ela!

Hold!

Nice work, Steve.

REFEREE: Bout to Gulf--

[cheering]

Finish the job.

[siren wailing]

[applause]

Come on, let's
get out of here.

Come on.

Ritchie.

[groans]

[chanting]

[grunting]

[engine rumbling]

[music playing]

Yeah, come on.

[inaudible] come.

Fence!

Fence!

[music playing]