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Time. Time, time.

Oi, oi.

Look at me. Look at me.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Ain't no place for you, boy.

That's my grandpa!

Jack Slack's blood, eh?

Got him, eh? He's a fart.

Throw him up there, lads.

Come on! Look at that.

I see
you've had some experience.

Oh! He's a tough ‘un.

=

Come on!
Here's a hard ‘un.

Ain’t ya? Ain’t ya?

Not much to count for.

Carriages were stopped
on their way in again.

Put your hand out, boy.

- Handsome lad.
- Bit skinny, though.

Yeah.

He's a runt.

Just like his father was.

Oh, Joe.
That's what I was waiting for.

- What’d I tell you?
- But, Ma!

Hold your tongue! Get home.

He likes watching
his granddad fight, Mary.

Like you did
when you was his age.

That's in the past.

He ain't got it in him
to do what you did.

He's just a boy.

Give him time.

I told you...

I don't want him in your world.

You stay away from him.

He's a Belcher, Mary.

You, me, Jem...

we're all cut
from the same cloth.

You leave him alone.

Bless us...

Oh, Lord...

for the gift of food
we are about to receive.

We come to You...

for strength...

knowing that You are
our provider.

Amen.

What's the matter, Gilly?

Here.

Have mine, pet.

It's all we got.

Come on. Place your bets.

Come on. Place your bets.

Place your bets.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see the chickens.

Chickens?

Oi?

I'll put that on Lancelot.

I've got a big oner on Lancelot.

Who can match him? Come on.

When we win...

I'll give you the dead bird
to take home.

Yes!

Come on!

Come on, Lancelot.

Get him!

Come on, Lancelot!

Come on now!

Come on now!

Hotspur is the winner!

Hotspur is the winner.

Hey!

I know you fixed that fight.

I want my money back.

A bet's a bet, Jack.

I want my money back.

You know the rules, mate.

Why don't you double up
on the next one?

I've got my eyes on you.

Maybe you should keep your eyes
on the boy.

Oi!

Come back here, you little runt!

I told you not to take anything
from him, Jem.

Come here.

You don't want blood
on your hands.

Dad.

What you doin’ here?

I need to talk with you.

Right. Sit.

Come on. Sit.

Have a swig with your old man.

I came to talk about Jem.

He needs...

love,

kindness.

He don't need no lessons in...

pain from you.

I'm not doing him any harm.

He needs...

a father.

He needs...

someone he can look up to.

You need to tell him to stop
coming here.

No.

No, he needs a man...

to teach him about discipline
and the like.

He ain't gonna learn that
from you.

I paid for the clothes
on your back.

And I paid for the cross
around your neck.

I have worked every day
of my life.

And you drink it all away.

Don't you?

What do you want me to say
to the boy, Mary?

He's your son.

Just stay away is all.

Don't encourage him.

If you tell him to stay away,
he'll stay away.

Please, Dad.

Oi, Belcher!

What a pretty outfit
you've got there, Belcher.

Off to the docks, are we?

Look at him. Little molly.

And what's this, Belcher? Hmm?

Something for your ma's
cupboard?

We all know she's a favourite
with the sailors.

Go on, say something.

I dare you.

- Your teeth stink like shit.
- Plant him one, Archey.

- Yeah, mate. Come on, now.
- Ooh. Look at him.

He thinks he can fight
like his grandad.

He weren't even good.

You're dead, Belcher!

Enough!

Go on, get you going,

or I'll pay a visit
to each of your fathers.

Stand you up straight, boy.

Violence is as much about taking
pain as it is inflicting it.

Does your mother know
you're here?

Ain't much she don't know.

When you fight...

one hand follows the other.

A man who punches
with both hands...

and keeps punching...

that's the fighter
who's gonna win.

Cryin'...

it's ain't gonna help.

In life...

don't no one give two shits
about you.

The only way to protect yourself

is to attack.

To fight.

Can you teach me more?

Can I teach you more?

Well, perhaps over a drink, huh?

Mary.

I need money.

Shame on ya.

Quiet, child.

You're in the house of God.

Look at ya.

You're a disgrace.

Don't bear grudges.

Your husband...

he ain't coming back.

You ain't done nothing
but bring shame on us.

You have a mouth on ya.

Haven't you, Mary?

Just like your mother.

You look a lot like her
in this light.

Leave. Just leave us.

I will.

You drunken bastard.

Here, one hand
follows the other.

Thank you, Lord...

for your gift.

Oh, he’s mine
and you know he’s mine.

Here you go, love. Go on.

Strike it in the center, Belcher!

There's a line of men
to take your place

if you can't pull your weight.

Problem, Jem Belcher?

No, sir.

At least, it's something.

Yeah.

Come on.

Fresh custard tarts.

- Oi!
- It was him!

- Learn some manners!
- No, no!

It wasn't me. It was him!

Learn some manners.

What about you, sir?
Can I interest you... no?

- Do you wanna dance?
- No!

- Come on!
- No!

Dance!

Stop. Stop!

Hey, Jem.

Come here, though!

Come on.

The undefeated
Bob "Blackbeard" Britton

chalks up another victory!

RINGLEADER Come on!

Will any other pretender
to his throne

please step forward?

It behoves me
to personally offer up...

my whole purse...

to any man who can last
one round

with Bob "Blackbeard" Britton!

That's a lot of coin.

Here.

Jem, what are you doing?

We need those coins.

Are you joking?

He'll kill you.

What's your name, son?

Jem.

Jim?

Jem Belcher.

I'm the bummer.

I'm sure you're gonna give us
a great show.

Ladies and gentlemen!

One Jem Belcher!

Mm?

A diamond in the rough...

if ever I saw one.

My money's on the skinny fellow.

How much?

I'll take that bet.

Gentlemen.

To your corners.

Time!

Get in there.

Jem, stop. He's gonna kill ya.

No, get back in!

Beautiful.

Come on, Jem!

Yes! Come on, Jem.

Where's my coins?

Why don't you come work for me?

You can have one of these
every week.

We’re good.

Diamond in the rough.

Close the door.

Tom!

You close the door!

Just close it.

What?

If I find out you stole this...

Don't be silly, Ma.

We earned it good and proper.

Well, you took your time.

You can't just walk away
from a shout

when someone offers you a drink.

Don't do all your drinkin'
in public.

You don't wanna hurt your name
by being stupid.

Seen yourself lately?

I don't need to.

I wake up every morning
in this flesh.

Same flesh, same stench.

Suits me fine.

Gotta know who you are in life.

Money comes and goes
as does women.

It's you who decides
what kind of man

you're gonna be.

When your grave's filled
and your flesh rots away...

all you leave behind
is your name.

Go on.

You're more fun to be with
now that you drink.

The smithy said
I might find you here.

The name's William Warr.

You can call me, “Bill”.

I watched you fight
in the forest.

Well, that, uh...
that Britton is a tasty pug.

But... you licked him
like a fool.

He was tired.

I got lucky.

You weren't lucky.

No, you... you beat a stronger,
more experienced fighter

just usin' your noggin'.

Yeah.

You see them?

Yeah.

Them gulls...

Every year, they built
their nests in them cracks.

And every year,
they get fucking washed away.

Sometimes...

a clever bastard comes
and only builds his nest

right around the cliff.

Now, you're raw.

But with some guidance,
you could be like one of them.

Well, unless you wanna work
all your life for a pittance,

covered in shit and black smoke.

I'm a blacksmith.

I'm fine.

Then why did you cross
that rope?

It's in your blood.

Eh?

Now, you come and see me.

And I'll put you
at the top of that cliff.

Grandad?

Grandad?

Pass me that bottle, boy.

You're going
to be a great fighter.

Listen to Bill Warr.

Did he guide you?

As far as he could.

Oh, he was not a good listener
like you are.

How did you end up like this?

We are born alone.

And we die alone.

But you're not alone.

I'm here.

Every man is alone, Jem.

It’s up to you now...

you're the man of the house.

You're the one that would put
bread on the table.

Don't worry about me.

I'll be good.

I'll be good, good.

Have compassion and thy mercy
on my father's soul.

Forgive him, his sins...

and grant that we may see him...

in the joy
of eternal brightness...

that is Christ the Lord.

Now, look, all talent
can be natural.

But control needs to be learned.

And this is the place
you'll learn control.

But before we go there,

you need to know
what brought you here.

What do you mean?

Well, your blood.

Your great grandfather
was James Figg.

You know, the father
of tactical fighting.

You got
some of the best pugs

pumpin' through your veins, boy.

Now, Jack...

he was a monstrous hitter.
Had a jaw like a fucking rock.

You know, but he wouldn't train.

Had no discipline.

But the best thing
was crowds fuckin' loved him.

He was hardly a bev.

Thank God, you've got
your mother's looks, you know?

What do looks
have to do with fightin'?

You'll soon find out.

Jack, he... he used to like
gettin' hit, you know?

He'd stop a punch with his face.
He loved it.

It ain't no good
for your appearance,

and it ain't no fuckin' good
for your noggin.

I don't wanna end up
the way he did.

He was a grumpy old bastard,
but...

No, you'll be all right
as long as you learn control.

All right?

Now, show me your stance.

The way you stand.

Why don't you get a little bit
on the balls of your feet?

That's it. Put your arms up.
Good. Turn a bit.

Lovely.

That's it. Look me in the eyes.

You see,
there's something weird.

You see my hands.

You see my feet.
Don't look down.

Do you see my feet?

Yeah. You see, the eyes
are the windows to a man's soul.

You can read him.

He’s ain't no good without this.

You can't rely
on natural ability alone.

Boxing's an art. It's a craft.

Boxers like, um... like writers,
they stand alone.

What happened to you?

Well...

Ah, well, you don't get
thick grubs like these

from just working in the mill, do ya?

Thirty-one pugs, unbeaten...

until Mendoza.

You fought Daniel Mendoza?

Yeah.

Daniel fuckin' Mendoza.

Anyway, that's a story
for another time.

Where’s your hand?

Right. All I want you to do...

is slip and move.

Without my hands?

Yeah.

That's stupid.

Yeah.

Then why am I doing it?

Because I'm in charge.

And you need to learn to fight
without your hands.

You shouldn't have any problem
duckin' out the way

of an old man like me now, should ya?

What? Now, move. Don't get hit.

That's it. Duck and move.

Move, move.

Beautiful.

That's it. Shoulders.

Watch, square on me.
Don't be squared off.

Lovely. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

When do we leave?

Ooh! Hold your horses.

Invitations are sent out
all the time

to up-and-coming fighters,
you know, for an easy win.

I mean, the champion's tough
and he's unbeaten.

And he's a dirty fighter.

I don't care. I'm ready.

- I'll do whatever it takes.
- Well, he ain't no pug.

He's a champion.

What's the purse?

One hundred.

Right. Listen.
This is how it's gonna work.

We gotta cut it right down
the middle, 50-50.

Any expenses
comes outta your purse. Deal?

- Deal.
- Good.

Jem, are them
your fightin' clothes then?

Of course, not, Gilly.

This is what they all wear
in London. Ain't it, Bill?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

You look like Captain Queernobs.

It's fashionable.

- Ain't it?
- If you're French.

Oh, it's a waste of cloth
if you ask me.

- Show him the paper.
- Oh, yeah.

Make you look
like a proper gentleman.

Hey, Jem, look at this.

Oh.

Don't even look like you.

Yeah. It's, uh, difficult
to capture

such a staggering beauty.

"Young Jem Belcher.

Unbeaten.

Fighting for the championship
of England."

Bill.

Mary.

All right.

Quick.

I'll see you out, Jem.

You don't know
what you're doing.

You'll end up in the gutter
like your grandfather

with nothing to show for it.

I ain't like him, Ma.

Never will be.

Same path of damnation.

This is different.

We'll be better off.

I promise.

You don't know
the ways of the world, Jem.

Fighting's for the betting man.

People like us only lose.

That's not true, Ma.

You're wrong.

Alright, you Londoners.
Settle down. Settle down.

And now, the challenger
from the West Country.

Jem Belcher will fight
the mighty Irish champion,

The Stonemason!

Ladies.

Ain’t that something? Hmm?

Breathe.

Nice and deep.

Breathe.

Make sure you capture
all this, Mr. Egan.

Now, he's got a very dangerous
left cross.

All right, so I want you to move
to the right.

Want you to think.

That's where the fight's won.

Pass me your handkerchief.

- All right?
- Is that him?

Hmm.

Gentlemen and ladies.

The time has come.

Are you ready for the main
event?

You know the rules.

No rabbit punching, no biting,
no thumbs in the eye.

Any tools found, big or small,
you'll be disqualified.

And you won't receive a penny.

If one of you gets knocked down,

you have 30 seconds
to get back up again.

A hungry audience here today.

Let's give them a display
of pugilism at its finest.

And not another dogfight.
Off to your corners!

Time!

Move.

Oh, no, no, no.

Away from the ring!

Time. Time. Time!

What did I tell you?
No rabbit punching!

- What the fuck was that?
- He's fast.

He'll pound you
into the fucking ground

if you don't move.

See these?
They're your shields.

Right? Don't let anything
get in your head.

This crowd,
they're not here for you.

Fucking remember that.

Now, you keep your chin down.

All right?

Go ahead,
knock his fucking block off.

Time!

Time!

Fuck you, tough.

Umpire.

They're fighters, man.

Let them fight!

Better.

When he sets himself,
have a little walk. Yeah?

Let him burn himself out.

Now, find a way in
beyond the check.

Round three!

Jab his puss off.

Time!

Do your rounds.

Yeah. Snuffed.

The winner, from Bristol,
young Jem Belcher!

Well done.

This will make the front page
across the whole country.

Yeah!

Magnificent display of pugilism.

Thank you, my lord.

And for inviting us into your...

- wonderful home.
- Yeah.

Champion of England.

Always welcome
at the Ashford estate.

Anything you may want,
my servants will oblige.

My lord.

Hmm.

What do we do?

Well...

You hear that, Bill?
Anything we want.

Yeah. Fucking tasteless.

- Oh.
- Is that for us?

Thank you.

Gentlemen, I would be honoured

if you were to join me
for a drink.

Chin, chin.

- Is it... is it hot?
- An interesting idea.

But alas, no.

I mean, what's all this?

- Is it a trick with the eyes?
- No trick.

Something special
from the Antichrist in France.

They call it “champagne”.

Champagne.

Care to try?

Yeah.

I don't believe we've had
a proper introduction.

I am Lord Rushworth.

Pleasure.

Please.

We'll be as drunk as emperors

after indulging in a few
of these little darlings.

- A mere aspiration...
- Here.

...for the more
imaginative peasant.

No death sentence
more certain than poverty.

I must say, your display today
was dazzling.

And it cost me a pretty penny.

You showed a novel precision
of the wrist and shoulder.

How on earth did you manage
such a feat?

Floating round
with the champion, Rushworth.

Didn't take you long, did it?

As you know, I have
a predilection for winners.

Especially, when they appear
from nowhere.

Bristol ain't nowhere.

4,045 nautical miles

from the sugarcanes
of Jamaica in fact.

Rushworth regards fighters

as a money-making apparatus
with no other value.

I simply believe
that when one man wins,

another loses.
The thrill, as it were,

is being on the side
of the victor.

Wouldn't you agree, Jem?

I do.

Then who am I to disagree

with the new champion
of England?

Now, of course, pugilism
has been around

since the ancient Greeks,

when it was a sport
of natural beauty

or an artform,
and could be again.

All God's creatures
are furnished

with appendages
for their protection.

So, why not turn them
into instruments of profit?

But every fighter
should be one step ahead...

so he can turn this
into a proper sport.

And you're quiet right,
Lord Ashford.

It should be viewed
as an artform.

I couldn't agree with you more.

I will help arrange
your next fight, Jem.

There isn't a door in this city
that's closed to a lord.

Yeah, well, that's very kind
of you, my lord.

But we're fine for now.

When opportunity knocks,
one must answer.

Speaking of opportunity...

Bill.

Excuse me.

He's like a dog with two cocks.

Give my best wishes
to your lovely wife.

And all the best to you,
Lady Abigail.

Thank you.

Mr. Belcher.

- Come.
- Yeah.

So...

is this your first exposure
to high society?

It is.

Well, the party was meant
to be for the Irishman.

But...

not sure he felt
like celebrating.

You... you saw the fight?

Well and truly.

Are women not permitted
at such events?

Yes, of course. I mean...

usually, I... I see
a different type of women

at the... fight.

I mean... well...

Have I made you uncomfortable,
Jem?

No.

Good.

You'd be surprised
at how many women

enjoy the spectacle.

You'll find many women
in the crowds.

You just have to take notice.

The new champ toys have arrived.

- Get me one.
- Make way.

Whoa! They look so real!

In the meantime,
we'll have some fun.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

Classy dresser.

Mm.

Huh?

What are you drinking, Jem?

Give me some.

Champ.

Time!

Loosen up.

How daunting.

Yes!

Yes.

Hey!

Well done, well done!

We need more of that.
Spectacle!

Well, that was a different
approach, wasn't it?

Fantastic spectacle.

Well done, well done.

Mr. Warr.

Hmm.

So, Mr. Egan,

will that demonstration
excite your readers?

Indeed, my lord, it will.

Fresh bread!

Come and get your fresh bread.

Go on, step up. There you go.

There’s two for you, darling.

- There they are.
- It's Jem's mum.

Fresh bread, anyone?

Come on, everyone. Fresh bread.

Fresh bread, ladies?

You must be proud of your boy,
Mary.

Jem Belcher.
Champion of England.

He beat Andrew Gamble
black and blue.

Yeah, you're right.

Mm.

Champion of England?

Here, Ma.

What's taking you so long?

I'm just getting used to it.

It's really very simple.

You bet the checks
on your best five cards.

What use is it to invent a game

only to have it outlawed
a few years later?

What do you expect?

That's the French for you.

Everything they do is backwards.

Who do you suppose
will be your next opponent?

That depends on who's left.

The ring has invigorated
English life.

A life you'll never find
in William Wordsworth.

Fighting provides a stepladder
for a pauper to become a prince.

I agree. But reading poetry
should not be discounted

as a worthy pursuit.

I confess that I myself
have quite a penchant

for Mr. Wordsworth.

So do Dandies.

Soon, there will be ranks
and weight classes.

Men will need to reach
and earn a certain level

before challenging anyone.

Yes, a fight's a fight, Egan.

Let's not get bogged down
in technicalities.

On that note.

I thought you were just
getting used to it.

Oh! Fold.

I am out.

Shall we raise the stakes
before the last turn?

You know what,
it's not worth it.

He bets like the king.

Victory and defeat lie in wait
side by side.

All in, my lord.

I'll join you.

Oh!

Kings are rarely beaten.

But the ace trumps the king.
Well done.

Very good. Very good.

Another round, please, Jerry.

Your lordship, could I have a...
a private word, please?

Spit it out.

- Yes, my lord.
- I... I do beg your pardon.

It's just your line of credit
is rather high

and over its limit.

Are you trying to embarrass me?

No. Not at all. It's just...

Pitiful scum.

I could burn this place down
tonight

and no one would give two fucks!

Stop it, Rushworth.

I didn't mean to offend you,
my lord, I swear.

Shame on you, sir.

This is not the conduct
becoming an officer

in His Majesty's Navy,
retired or not.

Hmm.

Here's to me.

Must be excitin',
seein' new places.

Yeah, it is.

Tom and Gilly ask about you
a lot.

Everywhere I go nowadays
someone asks about you.

I miss them.

I miss you, too.

You can come back home
whenever you want.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

What'd I miss?

Anyone to watch out for?

Well, there's always someone
worth watchin' out for.

As long as I keep winnin',
what else matters?

What's that for?

Champion or challenger,
you turn up on my camp on time.

I am the champion.

Ain't that enough for you?

Well,
you're gonna make a choice.

You either train like a champion

or you get ready to be a loser.

That's the first time
you've called me a loser, Bill.

Welcome to Fives.

So, what's the occasion?

Celebration of the well-heeled,
the wealthy,

and the immovability
of our status.

I see.

Hierarchies exist everywhere.

They're a natural course
of life.

Is that your theory, My Lord?

Uh, not a theory, but a fact.

You need only look
at the animal kingdom, hmm,

that are tuned to status
in the same way we are.

We are made to live this way.

I do hope you're enjoying.

We are living in a golden age,
Jem.

There's no better time
to be alive.

Hmm?

Come.

Ever boxed a kangaroo before?

Can't say I have.

They can be nasty bastards.

I fought with one.

The animal attempted kicking me
in the gingambobs, hmm?

You should try it sometime.

Perhaps, I will.

You know what I love
about fighting?

What's that?

It's the only sport where money
is made by men doing somethin'

they'd ordinarily be
locked up for.

Never thought of it
like that before.

We can achieve
even greater things

than we already have.

Oh!

Careful, careful!

Whoa, ho, ho, ho!

I can see the champion
of England

takes his leisure activities
very seriously.

May I present,
fresh fighting prospect,

Henry Pearce.

Jem Belcher.

Jem Belcher, I'm a big fan.

Pleasure to meet you, champ.

Likewise.

Shall we continue with the fun
on the court, hmm?

Ladies and gentlemen, myself,
Your Lordship

has challenged the champion
of England

to a Fives handball battle.

Gather 'round
and place your bets, hmm?

After you.

Oh!

Oh!

My eye!

Jem, don't make such a fuss.

Jem?

Jem.

Maybe you should go home
and see the family.

Do you good.

I'm fine.

Just sort the next purse.

You can't see, can you?

I can see just fine.

You know. You know what I mean.

I know who I am.

I am Jem Belcher.

I am champion of England.

Your absence these past weeks
has sent tongues wagging.

I'm ready for the next fight.

I admire your optimism, Jem,

we must take things one step
at a time.

Like I said,
bring me a challenger

and I'll defend my title.

I'm sure you will,

however I have a responsibility
to deliver what the people want.

The people want me,
not the challenger.

Don't be naïve, Jem.

This is a great spectacle
of human courage

we're talking about.

It means engineering it first.

I sell out crowds
who pay to see me fight.

Not only to see you fight,

see you overcome adversity.

We are telling them a story,
you see?

Before victory
must come struggle.

I struggled to become
Champion of England!

- Isn't that enough?
- Yeah.

Your story's not yet
reached its conclusion, Jem.

People wanted
to see its final chapter.

You won't control me.

And you won't control
the people.

Without the people, Jem,

you and I both are nothing.

Don't worry,
I'm not after your money.

Straight in from the Americas.

Better than the rat's piss
they drink here.

Ma?

Lord Jesus, Bill was right.

You can't stay over here.

What you doin' here?

What happened to your eye?

Nothing.

You're coming home with me.

No, I'm not goin' anywhere.

I'm not goin' anywhere.

Don't you dare!

Shame on you!

Leave me alone!

Leave!

Watch it.

You think we're after
your money, Belcher?

The great Jem Belcher has become
a quivering little coward

and a one-eyed pony.

Are you okay, my friend?

Huh?

Uh, strange things happen to a...

A man's mind in here.

Don't let
the darkness fool you.

Our mother's womb
gave us life after darkness.

After nine months from darkness
to light.

Uh.

♪ And I would love you
all the day ♪

♪ Every night
with kiss and play ♪

That's all you're gettin',
so make it last.

Oh!

"The new champion of England,

one Henry
'The Game Chicken' Pearce,

enjoys his new found fame
and fortune

under the auspices
of Lord Rushworth

in company both high and low."

So says
the very fine Pierce Egan,

sportswriter without equal.

In life,

don't no one give two shits
about you.

I see the darkness
no longer scares you.

Fear can change
the most stubborn creatures.

Uh, you... you make no sense,
old man.

Uh, hey, young man,
can you come...

Come here a moment.

Yes, just a moment.

Uh.

No, look into the mirror.

Look into your eyes.

See what's staring back at you.

It's just me.

No, I said "what", not "who".

Yes. That's it.

Self-hatred
is staring back at you.

Discipline yourself

in the trivialities
of life first,

then all matters greater
than this will follow.

And only God determines
the weal and woe of this world,

but man controls his own mind,

readying yourself
for any such tempest of fate

that may blow your way.

The only blame that should weigh

upon your shoulders, young man,
is that of self-neglect.

Now, you must embrace...

Embrace the sovereignty
of your own mind.

You have anybody waiting for you
on the outside?

Family.

But they're not expecting me.

Who's waiting for you?

No one in particular.

Only death.

Your debt has been paid,
Belcher.

Walter.

Where's... where's Walter?

That old bastard?

He suffered long enough.

Come on! Chop, chop!

Yes. Walter.

What happened to him?

It'll be all right.

Let's dig in.

You know, you've become
quite the hero 'round here.

Not sure I feel like one.

What took you so long
to come back?

I don't know.

Well, we never would've got by
without you.

You know, no proper food,
new clothes.

I mean, even new shoes.

I'm glad you came home.

We all are.

Can I see your eye then?

Oh, Gilly, don't be silly.

It's okay, she can see it.

Still got my good one.

Is it true
that the ladies in London

have a different dress
every day?

Yeah, probably.

London's a big fairground.

You can have fun and enjoy it,

but too much
can make you feel sick.

I wanna go there.

What is this?

It's asparagus.

It's what they eat in London.

Wash your hands...

in salted water
after each fight.

That way you keep 'em
in good shape.

It's good to be home.

"Oh, Lord,
I give my life to you,

I trust into you."

"Show me the right path,
oh, Lord.

Point out

the road that I should follow.

Not remember

the rebellious sins
of my youth."

Remember me...

in the light
of Your unfailing love.

Oh, Lord."

Oi.

- You're chirpy.
- Yeah.

'Cause I just seen Bill.

Really? How is the old fart?

The old fart wants
to give you another chance.

He couldn't tell me that
himself?

Fuck sake, Jem.

This is good.

Just... you just gotta be
at his barn in the mornin'.

Right? No excuses.

He believes in you, Jem.

We all do.

I'll see you in the mornin',
yeah?

And don't be late.

Turn your glove over.

There you go.
Get used to these quick.

All things have changed

since you was last
in front of the ropes.

You got a lot to learn.

Hmm? How does that feel?

No, you... no, you, look...

Uh, you're... you're fucking slow
and you're fucking weak!

And we ain't got time
for fuckin' mistakes.

Come on.

Henry Pearce is ferocious

and he'll knock a fuckin' hole
in you!

You gotta work harder
than you've ever fucking worked

in your life!

Work!

That won't work.

Push your fuckin' self.

Come on, work.

One chance.

You're running like my mother.

But you gotta ask yourself
do you really want this.

Do you?
Where is it?

You gotta work, work,
work, work.

Well, move about on your toes.

That's it.

I want you to get in there.

Oh, see that meadow?

Get in there,
take your shoes off.

Henry Pierce
is gonna hunt down.

He' gonna come looking for you.

And you ain't fucking fought
no one like him before.

Come on, Jem,
we've been here all day!

Shh!

- What are you?
- Champion of England.

Now, fuckin' hit him.

Hurt him!

Jab!

Henry Pierce. Higher.

In you go.

Keep on your toes.

What's the mud for, Bill?

Uh, it strengthens the legs.

You look sharp.

Not yet, you don't.

It ain't no game
if you get stuck.

You gotta move.

Come on, move.

Jem, we can come back tomorrow.

You gotta punch through it.

Work it!

Beat, beat, beat!

Throw the shoulder.

Beat! Beat!

Now, try and catch
one of them blue flies.

Which one?

It's blue.

Push, push, push, push. Bam!

Lovely.

You know
what I call these creatures?

The Egyptians called 'em
"thunderer of the Nile."

Come on, Jem,
if you can take this,

Pearce won't have anything
for you.

Champion of England,
champion of England.

Champion of England.

Champion of England.

Champion of England.

Hmm.

Betted it all on Pearce.

The day we've waited for
is finally upon us.

The heroic Jem Belcher,

grandson of the mighty
Jack Slack himself,

will lock horns with
Henry The Game Chicken Pierce

in an epic battle
for the championship

of the United Kingdom.

Today marks the evolution
of the sport

and shall be spoken of
for generations to come.

June 26th.

The Championship Prizefight
in Victoria.

Proving the young
can outsmart the old,

the champion dancing
in the ring...

This will top it, though.

It's bein' talked about
across the whole country.

- First...
- Move your hands.

The great James Figg.

Then his grandson,
your grandfather,

Jack Slack.

And now, historian's ink
is poised to etch your name

- in its annals!
- There you go, young man.

Tomorrow will be an historic day
for the sport

and for you, Jem.

It's the catalyst of a new wave
of smart,

Scientific pugilism.

Keep your spirits high.

You deserve to win this one,
champ!

Oh, fuck.

Oh.

What do you want here,
Rushworth?

- It's Lord to you.
- Oh.

Or has your memory gone soft?

Well, there ain't no lords here.

We're simply here

to wish the challenger
the best of luck,

as any honourable gentlemen
would in today's free world.

We don't need luck.

How does it feel knowin'
what was once yours is now mine?

It won't last.

Your pitiful excuse

won't get you no free pass
tomorrow.

We're similar, you and me.

I can see it.

Only difference is
I'll be the one walkin' away

with a heavier bag of coins.

We'll see.

Jem.

Take care of that precious eye.

All right,
let's get back to the graft.

How about moving?

When your grave is filled
and your flesh rots away,

all you leave behind
is your name.

Good luck, Jem.

Be careful.

You know, I can't bear
to watch you fight.

I know you'll win.

Jim Belcher!

Come here.

Pace yourself
and protect that eye.

Box him.

Don't get into a slugging match.

Be smart.

You got a the bigger area there,

so turn that
into your advantage.

And move.

Finish him as per our agreement.

Make it look good.

You want this?

- Do you want this?
- Yeah.

Go on.

Gentlemen,
you know the new rules.

The gloves are there
to protect you.

They stay on at all times.

You get knocked over,
you got 10 seconds to get up.

Do you accept?

Good.

Touch gloves,
let's have a good fight.

Henry Pearce!

Wait.

Your real game
is to throw him off the cliff.

First round!

Start!

That's it.

Use the rink.

Good job.

Come on, Jem!

Jem, pull back, pull back.

Shields in your front.

Shields.

Time! Time!

All right. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come, come on.

Boy, he's going for the eye.

Don't drop your fucking guard.

Just show him who you are.

All right, these...
These are your fucking shields.

- Use them.
- Yeah.

Use them.

Come on, Jem!

Pound him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Time!

All right! Pearce,
get to your corner.

Come on.

Come on, come on. Sit down.

Come on. Come on.

Keep using that hook.

Destroy the eye.

All right.

- Come on. Focus. Alright?
- Yeah.

Watch him.

Good. Stay out of corners.

Third round!

Third round!

Move. Box him.

Move off!

Fuck!

Careful!

Come on, Jem!

All right, all right,
enough of that, Pearce.

In the other round.

Back to your corner.

Oh.

How do I look?

Ah, you look like
Harry Handsome.

Now, this'll take
the swelling down.

Do not go to war with this man.

Use this.

Don't let him trap you
in a corner.

Turn him.

It's beautiful when you box.

When you're jammin' out.

Beat, beat, beat. Huh?

Go on.

Round 4!

Get up!

4, 5, 6, 7.

- Get up!
- 8, 9.

Get up!

Yeah, come on, baby.

Yeah.

Time!

Beautiful, beautiful.

Beautiful, you're boxing.

You're usin' that.

Block that.

Use your fuckin' head!

You gotta get him, right.
You gotta get him out, son.

You gotta move 'em all around.

Do not let him get you.

Come on, son. Go.

Come on, Henry!

Come on, Henry!

Yes! Yes!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, yes!

Well done!

1, 2, 3...

4, 5, and time!

Okay. Okay.

Yes!

Well done, Henry, well done!

- Good man, well done.
- That's it!

Oh, fuck me.

It's hangin' off the bone,
that is.

All right, then. Hold fast.

That's it.

You are a proper fighter now.

Eh? Breathe. Come on.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Did you hear me, Jem?

- Hey?
- Yeah. Yeah.

You gotta focus.

These are the championship
rounds, all right?

You gotta fuckin' dominate him.

It's about who wants you
the most, him or you.

You ain't gonna
fuckin' give it, you.

You gotta fuckin' take it.

Yeah. Have some water.

Show me, yeah,
it’s all right now.

Go on, son.

Go, mate!

Yeah! Get going,
get going, Jem!

Well done!

Well done, Henry!

Off. Look at me.

How many fingers
am I holdin' out?

F... f... four.

I don't know how much more
you can take, son.

Your other eye's now fucked.

Mm, I'm okay,

Uh, you're as blind
as a fuckin' bat.

- I'm gonna stop this.
- No, no, no, no, no, please!

Please, please, Bill, please.

- Just go and open it.
- I can't.

Just go, open it.
Come on, please.

- I can't.
- Come on, just open it.

Open it, please!

Please, do it, Bill.
Bill, do it. Please.

Come on. Come on.

Fuck!

Okay, all right.

All right, breathe deep.

Breathe. That's it.

Nice and steady.

That's it. All right.

That's it.

Drink water.

Win or lose...
I'm proud of you.

Wait, wait!

Listen. Listen.

It's good your mum's here,

but you gotta focus
on the fight.

Yeah.

He won't quit.

Don't let him cut you open.

You bleed anymore,
you'll be fuckin' dead.

You need
to open his eye back up.

Make him bleed.

I know you're tired,
but so is he.

Have a look.

I'll win fair and square
or not at all.

If you don't finish him
in this round, you bastard,

I'll lose a fortune.

And by God, so will you.

Oh, what's going on?

I ain’t gonna cheat, Bill
or what he claim.

My compliments, Mr. Pearce.

You do honour
to the sport of boxing.

Both of you do.

Show me.

I don't feel my hand.

It’s broken, son.

Okay.

That's it.

All right.

Listen to me.

I'll give you one more round,
then I'm callin' it.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Yeah.

All right.

All right.

Good boy.

Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this will be the final round
of the belt.

Round 18!

Box.

Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Don't make me do this!

Come on! Hit me!

Don't make me do this!

Come on! Come!

You have nothing left
to prove, Jem!

Do it! Come on! Come!

...Seven, eight, nine, ten.

That's it.

Henry Pearce is still
the champion of England.