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Right.

My wife and I...

My wife and I would like
to thank you all.

My parents...

...who feel they're not so much
losing a son, as losing a liability.

If we'd been a tribe
of Cherokee Indians,

with names like Running Bear
and Running Water,

the only name for me
would have been Running Sore.

But anyway, my wife and I...

Come on, Beth.

- Let's do a proper one-two.
- Yes, we've got it.

We've got it. Thank you, son.
Over here to midfield.

- To me, Danny.
- Yes, and Mrs Scoular.

Yes. Oh! And again.

- He's not bad.
- I've got it!

Can you give it back?
We want to play.

Scoular gets the ball,
he turns, he shoots. Yeah!

Put me down.

Danny!

Bastards!

Come on, fuck you.

Straight up the hill,
third turning on the left.

- Where? Up that way?
- There's another way up there.

OK, see you.

Are you back already?

Caught me at it.
I cannot stop myself, it's a compulsion.

- How's that?
- Good.

- That's fine.
- Driving a delivery van. Jesus.

- It's a job.
- It's only an interview.

Right. Done the washing
and the ironing,

and the cleaning and the tidying,

scrubbed the floors

and re-slated the roof.

Thank you. Got the bins out
for the bin men.

Removed the wisdom tooth.

The one at the back

and slashed my wrists twice.

I've just got to drop off
the Christmas club money at Willie's.

And back before closing time.

Aye, back before closing time.

Are you really
going to get a job, Dad?

- Wait and see, pet.
- Will it be far away?

- Maybe.
- Who's gonna play football with me?

I am. Come on, where's the ball?
Last out's a big jessie.

Yeah!

Yeah, who's in goals?

- You are.
- I am, I suppose.

You're wearing your best shoes!

- Come on, Beth.
- Danny, come on. Katy.

- We need a centre forward.
- Katy.

Come on in. Go in and change.

- You ready?
- Born ready.

Evening. I hope you're alcoholics.

- Gin and tonic. Pint of heavy.
- Right.

All right, who's down?

OK, boy. OK.

- Evening, Willie.
- Hi, Danny.

- That's not a bad night.
- Aye, it's not bad.

That's what I'm saying, Alan.

Alan, if Thornbank was worth
fighting for during the strike,

it's worth fighting for now.

- The struggle goes on.
- Hi, lads.

Do you understand
what I'm saying here, Alan?

Sam, lads.

I'm a barman. Thanks as a political
activist for putting me right.

- You all right, Danny?
- Vince.

Coal miners in the Eastern Bloc
are asking why we lost the strike.

Look, the great British
miner's strike of 1984.

They want to know
what we did right and wrong.

We got beat.
That's a hard enough lesson to learn.

That's what I'm saying, Sam.

This country knows how to shelve
democracy as well as the next.

Next time we crack their skulls
before they crack ours.

- Tell that to the scabs.
- That's a point.

- Frankie.
- A pint of heavy for my big pal here.

- You feeling all right?
- No problem.

Just got back
from New York as it happens.

- Your mother said.
- Business, flight paid for.

- Yourself?
- Interview for a job tomorrow.

- Van driver.
- Van driver.

Beth wants me to go.

Give me a minute, will you, Dan?
I'm bursting.

Hey, Danny.

Here's your paper. Saved you one.

Vince, you talk a lot of shit.

So that's your man?

That's him, Mr Mason.

Man of principle. The best.

- Seems a bit lost in himself.
- Wouldn't you be?

Ten months on strike,
six months in jail.

Jail? For what?

Grievous bodily harm.
He hit a policeman on the head.

Where's the grief in that, eh?

But he's blacklisted now.
He's a marked man.

Even if the mine was to open tomorrow,
he wouldn't get a job.

I tell you, Mr Mason,
he's all yours.

What makes you so sure?

Money.

His wife supports him.

So, what makes him
stay in this shithole?

Well, this place is all he's got.

- People here remember who he was.
- A loser.

No, Mr Mason.
One thing about Danny Scoular,

he only fights
for what he believes in.

And he'll not back down.

The big man.
Proud in victory, glorious in defeat.

Not so glorious now, eh?

We were fighting for a better future.
I think we should feel good about that.

Pint of heavy.

We'll have to keep fighting.
We have to show those...

...gangster politicians that we will not
bend over and have our asses kicked.

You talk shit.

I've got my opinions, pal.

I said shut up. Open your mouth again,
I'll fill it with a glass.

Hey.

- Can I help you?
- The boy's just talking.

Not anymore he's not.
And who are you, you streak of piss?

You his daddy come to wipe his ass?

Alan doesn't like fights
inside his pub.

Whoa! Yeah!

Go on, you old fucking bastards!

Show him you fucking mean it, Danny.

Come on, Danny!
Guard yourself, Danny.

Beat the bastard, Danny.

That's how we breed them 'round here.
Straight in and no messing.

Just like the strike.

A fighter for principle.

The kind you cannot buy.

Everybody gets a drink on me.

Cheers, pal.

A word with you, sir.

Go on, Billy. Mush, man, mush.

And there he goes!

Bingo.

My favourite girl.
You should be in your bed.

This is a 50-pound note.
Where did you get it?

Not bad for one night's work, eh?
Quick, Beth, look, it's flying away.

What do you mean, "work"?
A bet, it must have been a bet.

An advance. An advance.
I'm earning it.

- Like a job?
- A job.

And more where that came from.

This is a lot of money, Danny. A lot
of money. Now tell me where you got it.

Right. There's this gentleman, Mr Mason.
Matt Mason. He's from Glasgow.

- Who is he?
- A businessman, a friend of Frankie's.

- What's a businessman doing with him?
- Mr Mason's a wealthy man.

You could take him to Mother.
Owns a string of betting shops.

- A bookie?
- Respectable. Owns racehorses.

You're too old
to believe in Santa Claus.

- What sort of job is it?
- For christ sake, Beth, it's money.

Van driving doesn't make
this kind of money.

So you don't want
to drive a van. Fine.

But what are you going to do?
Ride a racehorse?

- Fight a man.
- You mean hit someone?

- Fight. Fight a man.
- Who?

- Don't know.
- You don't know.

It doesn't matter.
It's a bare-knuckles fight, right?

Since when were you
a bare-knuckle fighter?

I can't stay here
for the rest of my life.

- Why not? I work, I earn the money.
- I've got a job.

Can you not think,
for just one minute,

think what you're doing.

Look, honey, listen.

All I'm gonna do is get into
a bit of a scrap, right?

A playground scrap.

We can take this man
Mason's money and run.

- Let's just pack up and go.
- Go? Go where?

Anywhere, just let's sell up
and move out.

Too late.

I've said I'm doing it.

It's too late.

- So you've told the boys?
- Aye.

They've booked tickets.
They want to see blood.

People pay good money for that,
you know.

- You don't have to do this, Danny.
- I want to do it.

I won't go through it all again.
I won't.

I'm not going to sit here with the kids

while you're in jail or a hospital
or God knows where.

I won't. No.

No.

You always have to be
the big man, don't you?

Always Jack the Lad.

Do you think these people care
you went to prison?

Never get a job down a mine.

Danny.

I know it could have been anyone else.

But the point is, it was you.

And I stood by you
because there was a principle there.

It was about leading ordinary,
decent lives. We fought for that.

I never wanted to see you hurt.

I love you.

Isn't that enough?

You don't have to go
and get yourself brain-damaged

just to prove
you're still Danny Scoular.

Go to sleep.

I took the man's money, Beth.

You could just give it back.

Roll over, Sugar Ray Robinson.

Bite your bum, Muhammad Ali.

In the red corner, the man you
wouldn't take home to see your sister.

Thornbank's answer
to Rocky Marciano,

the Mad Miner himself,
Danny Scoular.

Dad. Dad! Dad!

- Come here. Back.
- Going running, go on you back.

Mom, Dad's going running!

- Running.
- I know.

Come on.

Come on, keep those knees up now.

Come on, you're running
like a big jessie.

- So who's this I'm fighting, Frankie?
- What do you wanna know that for?

All you have to do
is batter the shit out of him.

Slow down, you bastard.

I'm the pacemaker. Slow down
before I lose my balls on this saddle.

Danny!

Danny!

Ho-ho!

Look at that.

Still in working order. You know where
they bring the coal in from now?

- China.
- Good riddance.

Let the chinkies do it,
that's what I say.

That was more than a job, Frankie.
That was worth fighting for.

Not for me it isn't.
What did they do for you and the rest?

Where did it get you?

Thornbank, land of the living dead.

Your brains are boiled away
till there's nothing left in the bag.

Look at me.

Made my own way in the world.
A travelled man.

America. The Wild West.

You were always a bloody cowboy.

Yeah!

Shit.

Go, yeah!

Beth! What are you doing, Beth?

- He's running, Ma.
- Wait!

Faster, Dad, faster.

Kate! Danny!

No!

- How's my girl, then?
- All right.

Hello, darling. There we go.

Come now.

Oh, Beth.

They're my kids too.

Stay quiet. Don't move.
I'll fix the tea.

Other men shifted themselves,

made something of themselves
after the strike.

Not Danny.

He organises his life
with the precision of a road accident.

Everything I loved about him
makes me angry now.

He could get up and do something
at a moment's notice. I loved that.

He can't concentrate on anything
longer than five minutes.

If he does do anything, irons
a shirt, he expects a gold medal.

He doesn't understand
he's got to take what's there.

The oil rigs, van driving,
cleaning windows.

And now he's working for gangsters.

Thinks he's Jack the Lad again.

How can you hope
to bring the kids up decent?

He doesn't even know himself
what he believes in.

I gave up everything for him.
Gordon and college and...

I'm beginning to sound
like my mother.

Everything she said about us.

But it's all true.

Sometimes you sound as if we'd
brought you up as a punishment.

Your mother happens to be my wife.

Another day, another dollar.

- I want you on the road in 10.
- Why me?

Why you, What?

Why did Mason pick me?

Mr Mason's been like a father to me.
Trust me. Up and out.

Shake it.

Hey! Where are you going? Danny, hey!

Bastard.

Mr Motta.

About the job,
I've come about the job.

- Sorry, Mr...
- Scoular, Danny Scoular.

The interviews
were yesterday, Mr Scoular.

I know I'm late, but I'm here now.

Just ask me some questions.
I need the job.

Do you have any
van driving experience?

- I've always wanted to be a van driver.
- What are your qualifications?

I was a miner, 13 years.

I see you have a criminal record,
Mr Scoular.

Not a criminal record,
a political record.

Hardly a qualification
for driving a van.

What sort of qualifications
are you looking for?

I don't want to waste time here,
Mr Scoular.

- We've had a lot of applicants.
- With qualifications?

We have applicants
with impressive credentials.

Hey.

What about that for credentials?

My ass flat enough
for the seat in the van?

- I think the interview's over.
- Aye.

Hi, ladies.

Danny, here's some steak
to keep your strength up.

- And something for Billy the dog.
- Thanks, Alex.

Danny, vitamin C.
Multi-vitamins, iron.

Ginseng. That'll make you
run like the wind!

Take it easy, Sandy. Thanks.

Frankie.

So how's it going then?
Give us a news bulletin.

No bother, Sam. Floats like a butterfly,
stings like a bee.

We're prizing up
the edge of the envelope.

No pain, no gain.

Hi, Eddie, nice of you to show up.

Your man's looking brilliant,
100 per cent on target.

All right, Danny?

Last time I saw one of those,
Hitler was in it.

Where's the big man today?

Mr Mason sent you this.

- I'm in the dark, Eddie.
- That's the best way.

The man I've to fight.

- Cutty Dawson.
- Is that his name?

- Did you not know that?
- Who does Cutty Dawson fight for?

Don't ask me about Cutty Dawson.
Be a pal, just don't ask.

- Come on.
- Hey!

Ever get the feeling you're being
played for a shithead, Eddie?

Perhaps Mason better
find himself another monkey.

Ask Frankie, he's got a big gob on him.

Ask him about a man called Colvin.

Cam Colvin.

- So, he's looking good?
- Aye, he's looking good.

I'm glad he's looking good.

Do you think the big man's
all he's cracked up to be, huh?

He battered Billy.

Could have been a lucky punch.

Oh, thank you.

Frankie was thinking of getting
some of the Thornbank boys

to come up to the fight.

- Forget it.
- The home team.

He was saying, psychologically
speaking, he needs motivation.

He needs a reason to fight.

- Did you give him the money?
- Aye, I did.

Man of principle, I see.

- Mr Stalker.
- Uh-huh.

- Mr Colvin.
- Mr Mason.

Stalker, you should be in Spain.

Just leave it open.

Come on, Billy.

- OK, Eddie?
- Yeah, I'm OK.

Eddie. How's it going?

Come on, get in.

Move over, Billy boy.

Come on!

What's that?

Danny, you take care.

You're not just
going up there for yourself.

The whole village is behind you,
so don't let us down, son.

I won't.

Do it for us, Danny.

All the very best to you, son.

Top man, Danny, top man.

Go yourself, Danny.

These are your people.
Hearts of gold.

Get away, "land of the living dead."
Is that not what you call them?

The big day?

Yeah!

Good luck, my son.

Good luck to you, Danny.

- Is this your man?
- What do you think?

I'll soon tell you.

Punch it.

Jab.

Punch it. Turn your face,
turn in quick.

That's it. The other hand,
come on, jab.

Come on, Danny, other hand.

One, two, three.

Double jab, right cross.

Too slow, come on.
Jab, left two.

Jab left two, right cross.

That's it, keep going, Danny.
Jab.

Double jab.

Jab it back, come on.
Come on, rotate.

Again, come on, one, two, three.

Come on, Danny!

Go left.

Go on.

Break!

I want you to take
Billy the dog back to Beth.

Why?

He farts at night.
It's getting on my nerves.

He can come in with me.

I want you to take
Billy the dog back to Beth.

- Is Beth still at her mother's?
- Take the dog.

Find out.

See the kids.

Ask their names.
Show them a picture of their father.

This place reminds me
of New York, you know.

Everything's big,
everything's bloody huge.

Even the breakfasts, man.
Double helpings of everything.

French fries, coffee,
rye toast, wheat toast.

Muffins, cheese, wee bits of salmon.
For breakfast, mind you.

Brilliant. And eggs...

Fifteen different ways of doing eggs.

I used to go to a wee cafe,
where was it? Second Avenue.

A wee waitress there.
She used to do them over easy.

I'm not just talking eggs here.

Bernice was her name.
Lovely wee Jewish lass.

- Frankie.
- Listen to me. I can tell you.

Take the worries off your mind,
mental relaxation.

Watch my lips, Frankie. Take the stupid
fucking dog back to Beth, right?

Is that not Gordon's Volvo?

You can see he does
very well for himself.

- Nicely dressed.
- He's still single, he can afford it.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

He's coming this way.

- Gordon, hello. Come in.
- Thank you.

- How's the doctor's life these days?
- Thriving.

- People dropping like flies.
- Good, good.

It's all right, Mother.

Right, we'll see you later.

- Bye, Ma.
- See you later.

All right. Good, aye.

- Bye, Mom. Bye, Gordon.
- Bye-bye.

Bye, Gordon. Bye, Mom.

Christ.

Danny.

Kick, kidney.

Knee, elbow.

Right, Peter, with speed.

When I need bullshit, I'll ask you.
I don't need to hit a man like that.

Bare-knuckles, son.
No feet, no butting, no kicking.

A knockdown ends a round.

30 seconds rest before
you have to be back to the line.

Last man standing
on the line is the winner.

I told you, I fight fair.
I'll beat him clean.

When you're up to your elbows
in blood and shit, son,

you'll be no gentleman.

- Don't worry, son.
- Get off me.

Look at that pie. Could give you
a heart attack at 20 paces.

I know.

Why do people eat things
that are bad for them?

They enjoy it.

You're a doctor.
You should set an example.

- It's too late. I'm beyond help.
- That sounds like unethical behaviour.

I spend my life committing
unethical behaviour.

- You can get me another drink then.
- What do you want, another half?

No.

A gin and tonic. A double.

Are you sure?

I'm a married woman with kids.

I can handle a couple of gins and
an unethical doctor at lunchtime.

OK.

- You'll get me struck off.
- Good.

Hey, heel. Behave.
Do as you're told, get in. Heel.

Now sit, sit down.
And don't piss on my shoes

or you're a meat pie, Billy the dog.

You go back with it, he'll know there's
trouble. What're you going to do?

Lies, we'll tell lies.

Yeah, but what about the dog?

I don't know.

Look at these fellows, Danny.

Where are they now?

"Out of pain comes glory."

No, I've never been
a great believer in that myself.

Perhaps you never fought
for something you believe in.

Every day, every day, every day.

- What do you believe in?
- God.

- You believe in God?
- I believe.

I believe God's a fucking hard case.

Look at the way he works.
No hanging about.

When your contract's terminated,
it's terminated.

No pride, no pity, no mercy.

Out of pain comes glory, yeah.

No, this is all there is.

- I see something different to that.
- No.

We're the same, you and me, Danny.

You like to win.

I'm not like you.

I'm doing this
because you pay me.

You ever lost a fight, Danny?

- Just the once.
- Who was that?

My father.

I was a cocky boy.

I hit the man for no reason.

Just because I felt like it.

He didn't want to fight.

I broke his jaw.

My father took me out
the back door and hammered me.

Maybe you weren't trying, eh?

I was in the wrong.

- A bad corner to come out of.
- Surely you're not superstitious, eh?

He said, if you can't
fight for the right reasons,

keep your hands in your pockets.

You know, for a man
that's unemployed...

...you've still got a taste
for luxuries.

Listen, Billy.
I want you to understand this.

This is absolutely
nothing personal, right?

And I'm sure you appreciate
my hands are absolutely tied.

If I take you back, the shit's
really going to hit the fan, isn't it?

And I know, deep in my heart,

if the positions were reversed,
you'd do the same.

For God's sake, hurry up, man!

Please, don't wag your tail.

Do you like our house?

This is some house.

Are you interested in painting?

House painting?

Is that humour,
or just your class showing?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Never seen a scrubbing brush.

Neither have these.

- Danny.
- Danny was just admiring our house.

Neighbours think this
is no place for a boy from Gallowgate.

If Mother had seen it, she'd gone down
on her hands and knees to scrub it.

- You know the Gallowgate?
- Rough?

It's not there now.
Bricks and rubble, social progress.

You've met my daughter, Melanie.
This is my wife, Margaret.

Hello.

My second wife.

And this is my second daughter.

- Where do you come from, Danny?
- Thornbank.

Is Thornbank a nice town?

It's not Disneyland. Excuse me.

Have you ever lost a fight, Danny?

Ask your daddy.

- Hey.
- Well?

- Well, what?
- Did you take back the dog?

Aye. I dropped it in.

- What did she say?
- Who?

- Beth.
- Beth, of course.

She sends her love, man.

All her best of love.
She would've brought the kids,

but she didn't want to distract you.

I'll tell you, she's some woman.

Any other woman'd be after you
with a frying pan, not Beth.

She and the kids are rooting
for you, big man.

Just ask Eddie.

- Get me out of here.
- Danny.

Danny, there's women here.
Sandra, Melanie.

Why do you think God made them
with such naughty bits?

Why don't you take the pair
of them yourself then?

Having a good time
isn't compulsory, you know.

Why do you give yourself a bad time?
Relax, enjoy.

This time next week,
we'll be farting through silk.

Hi. Just thump on the wall
if we disturb you, won't you?

I can't promise to be quiet.

Stop it! Let him go, you bastards!

Please don't hurt him.

Just fucking let me go,
you fucking bastard!

Fuck off!

Stop! Stop it!

Billy.

Jesus Christ.

- Yes!
- Come here!

- What the fuck? What's going on, man?
- Come here.

- Oh, my God!
- Aye!

You don't understand.
You don't know what it's like.

I heard about a dog once, made it back
all the way from Singapore.

Still a fucking liar. God!

Ever since we were kids,

ever since you were in short trousers,
always a fucking liar.

- It was a matter of diplomacy.
- Speak to me, Frankie.

- Let me put my trousers on.
- No!

Danny! Danny! Don't be a bloody...

Get out of my face.

It was just a guy in a Volvo. It could
have been her driving instructor.

Sod it!

Who the fuck does he think he is? I set
this up. I don't have to take this shit.

I know the score. He's a fucking loser,
he was always a loser,

he always will be a fucking loser.

You all right, pal?

- What?
- You all right?

OK.

Do you think it's raining everywhere?

Doesn't rain in the Gobi Desert.

- That's why the camels have humps.
- Why?

To store the water.

Can he not get it from the tap
like everyone else?

Rain.

We could lend him some of ours.

Can we go there, Ma?

Aye, we can go there.

We can go to all sorts of places.

Mongolia.

California.

Venezuela.

India.

- Mallorca?
- How will we get there?

Balloon.

We'll float on the clouds.

What's the matter?
It's gone all floppy.

- Don't mind me, Sandra.
- Yes, Mr Mason.

How are things, Frankie?

John Logie Baird,
inventor of television.

The steam engine, James Watt.

- The phone?
- Who was that?

The phone, does that not ring a bell?

An Alexander Graham Bell.

Of course. Alexander from Darvel.

- Penicillin.
- Sir Alexander Fleming.

Simpson, Chloroform.

- Tar, McAdam.
- No, but listen,

we've left out
the greatest Scotsman of them all.

Robbie Burns.

Ach, aye. We're a curious
and restless race of Scots.

We're into everything.

I mean, look at the things
we've discovered and invented.

So many things right enough.

You'd have trouble
playing this game with Hungarians.

Hungarians?

Bela Lugosi.

Hey, stop.
I want a word with you, by the way.

- Piss off.
- Hey, come here a minute.

You've been seen. You better
get your ass in the gym tomorrow.

2.00, or else!

Fuck off! I told you to
get away from me. Now, fuck off!

And don't come the funny fucker
with me. It's me, remember?

I set up your first fight.
It's my fucking reputation on the line.

Your reputation's
a bag of shit, Frankie.

Fuck you, fuck Mason.
Fuck the fight!

The fight's off. It's all off!

Tell Mason he can shove it!
Now, fuck off.

Oh, Danny, for fuck's sake.

- I'd marry you.
- Would you?

I would.

Christ.

- Is that you, Beth?
- Yeah.

I'll not be a minute,
just saying good night.

- In here.
- No, here.

Come on.

What are you all staring at?

You didn't think I wouldn't show, eh?

Aw!

What's the matter, Matt?

Pains in the wallet? Wanna see
what you've got your money on?

Come on, I'll show you.
I'll take the lot of you.

What was that, Tommy? You've got
to want to kill the other man, right?

Don't forget the old thumb in the eye.

Where is Cutty Dawson?

Bring him on now, come on.

Come one, come all.

In the red corner,

Danny Scoular, the Mad Miner.

Raised on cowpie.

Ten months on strike.

Then a starring role
in Graithnock County Court

in grievous bodily harm.

See the man who cracked the heads
of a thousand policemen.

Stand back, ladies.

He takes on all comers.

So...

...which one of you
wants a fucking fight?

There's the cherry cake.

Fancies.

Buttered scones.

Jam.

There's enough food
on this table to feed 20 people.

- It's not excessive.
- In the strike...

Digestive, Gordon?

I will, thank you very much.

In the great miner's strike of 1984...

Scone, Beth?

...we used to boil up
old pig potatoes,

on an old stove
and feed them to the kids.

Yes, well...

...and look where it got them.

It was hard but...

...I think the change was inevitable.

Have one of these, Peggy.
They're very good.

Thank you, Gordon.

Beth, Danny.

Kate.

Over here, Smithy.

Show him your arms, Smithy.

- Tell him who supplies you with this.
- Cam Colvin.

- Ever tried to come off it?
- I've tried.

- You ever gonna come off it?
- Aye, sure, when they bury me.

How old are you, Smithy?

Thirteen, nearly.

A wee kid, better off in Dachau.

They inject themselves in the prick,
only place to find a vein.

He's not a tailor's dummy.
He can hear.

Do you think I'm hurting
the kid's pride? Here.

Here, away back to school, Smithy.

I grew up here, you know.

You think I don't feel
a thing for this kid?

This place?

It sickens me here in my guts.

I want to make something
clear to you.

You're not just fighting Cutty.

Cutty works for Cam Colvin.

And this is how
Colvin makes his living.

That's where we live.
It's a tough world, eh?

I mean, you're
the expert in pride, Danny.

You can afford it, these kids can't.

It's up to you and me, Danny,
you and me together.

Colvin and his crew.

We've got to take them
out of business.

It could be your child.
It could be mine.

Remember that on Sunday, Danny.

Don't get on his wrong side,
Danny, that's all.

Keep thinking of that lovely money
you're gonna win tomorrow night.

Think positive.
That's what I always do.

It's a good trick.
Think positive, act positive.

The American way.
I'm OK. You're OK. OK?

OK, Frankie.

Well, Mr Mason, do think your big man is
as bummed up as he is supposed to be?

Have to wait and see, Mr Colvin.

Cutty Will kill him.

Your big man's in
for a right kicking today.

Can we have some order, please?

Order. Could we have some order please?

Order, please, everybody.
Thank you.

Order, please!

Thank you.

What we have here
is a fight to the finish.

No disputed verdicts. No points system.
One fight, one winner.

Now, whoever stands alone...

...at this line

when I call time

and drop my handkerchief
is the winner.

- Any questions?
- Yes.

Where is the nearest
hospital to Thornbank?

Mr Colvin, I was asking
the boys a question.

You and Mr Mason
asked me to referee.

If you're not pleased with me,
deal with me after.

All right. We have two big,
healthy men here.

Ready for a square go.

Beginning in 30 seconds from now.

Twenty.

Ten.

Five.

Prepare.

Time.

You're better than that, son.

You're gonna get hurt there, son.

You're gonna get hurt then.

Back off, you bastard.

You need
all the help you can get!

- Thirty seconds, gentlemen.
- You're dead!

You're fucking raging.

Twenty.

I'm OK, leave me alone,
leave me alone.

- Ten.
- Come on.

Five.

Prepare. Time.

You fucking animal.

Come on.

Thirty seconds, gentlemen.

Remember ' Cum; '

no win, no pay.

Five.

Prepare.

Time.

- Come on, Cutty!
- Yeah!

Twenty.

Ten.

Five.

Prepare.

Time!

Come on! I can kill him!

Order! Order, please, gentlemen.

Order. Order, please, gentlemen.
Thirty seconds.

You got him now.
Punch that bastard blind, Danny.

Punch him blind.

Twenty.

Ten.

Five.

Prepare.

Time.

Thirty seconds, gentlemen.

Order, please, gentlemen.

Order. Order, please, gentlemen.

Twenty.

Five!

Get away.

Kill him! Kill him!

Come on, Danny.

Danny!
Danny! Danny! Danny!

Hey, big man.

I'll leave one for you.

- Where did you get that stuff?
- My father gave me a credit card.

You should be
more respectful of my father.

He'll take care of you.

Cultivate his friendship.

Some of it might rub off.

Why give yourself such a hard time?

Do you enjoy it?

A line of this in your prick,
and you'll dance the night away.

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

My brother's blind!
He's fucking blind, you bastard!

Mason! Mason!

I'm gonna get you back, you bastard!

I'm gonna get you all back.
You're scum.

- Mason!
- Leave him alone.

Get off. Leave him alone.

You blinded my brother. He's blind.

I'm gonna slit your throat
and spit on your fucking grave.

Leave him alone,
get away, you fuck.

It's OK, son. It's OK.

Your brother, Cutty,
I want to see him. Where is he?

He's in the hospital.

- They took him to the big hospital.
- Jesus!

You go home, son.

Get back!

Take him home.

Stop that! Leave the man alone!

Animals.

You should keep them on a lead.

Money. You owe me money.

You don't recognise
the man you are, Danny.

I saw it today.
The nature of the beast.

There's not many that have it.

Here's the motivation.

This is the only glory
that's worth the pain.

It's money I'm talking about,
Danny, money.

Don't tell me three miles underground
on your hands and knees

spitting coal dust,
you had no dreams of money?

- What about Cutty'?
- Cum; got beat.

Aye, but Cutty Dawson's blind.

Aye, here, treat him
to a white stick.

And here's a little extra
for yourself.

Here, go on, take it. Go home.

Buy the kids a new coat for winter,
shoes for the wife...

- Don't.
- Take it.

Is my daddy there?

Why aren't you sleeping?

Have you had an accident?

Yes, I have.

It was more like a disaster.

But you're still alive, aren't you?

So far.

- Do you want your mommy?
- Yes.

Take my hand.

Frankie, get the dog.

- What?
- Get the dog and get the car.

Here, there's your big sister.
Will she do? Go on then.

Danny.

This is serious money,
you've got to give it back.

We're gonna die.
We're dead, we're in the hearse.

Get Billy the dog, and get the car,
or I'll break your neck.

Good girl.

You wait, you hear? You wait.

Davie?

- Is that you, Davie?
- Cutty.

It's me, Danny Scoular.

Pleased to meet you.

- Cutty, I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.

Just a job.

You could be blind, for christ sake.

That's the way it goes.

It's nobody's fault. I got beat.

The fight, Cutty.
What were we fighting for?

- You don't know?
- No.

Still in your nappies.

I didn't tell you this, right?

There's a fellow called Tony. Big man.

Big man in Glasgow,
big man in Spain.

Big man everywhere.

He'd been spending money
that didn't belong to him.

- So?
- He was supplying drugs-

- Drugs?
- Aye. He made a bum delivery.

- Brown sugar and Ajax.
- To who?

- To Colvin, he was cheating on Colvin?
- And Mason.

- They were in it together.
- Together?

Always in it together ever since
they were wiping each other's asses.

But the fight?
What was the point of the fight?

We were the bet,
to see who would kill the big man.

Somebody had to pay the bill.

I lost, so Colvin pays.

Shoulders the risk.

When we were kids, we used to race
snails through the puddles.

Loser would get his snail trod on.

What's this?

We had a collection for you.
It's what you earned, you take it.

Stay away from Matt Mason.

He's buried more people
than your undertaker.

I'm home.

I won.

Fine mess you made of yourself.

Look at you.

Are you collecting your things?

- Why should I do that?
- What about Gordon?

It was nothing to do with him, Danny.

It was to do with me.

Understand?

- Look.
- It's not the money I want.

It's you.

I love you.

Where's Kate? Wee Danny?

Asleep in bed,
where they belong.

I love you too, Beth.

This is my home, Danny.

Our home.

This is the life
we've chosen for ourselves.

Look at this, Beth. Look at it.

I had to do it.

There's blood on that money
and I'll not have it in the house.

I'm going in now.

Ah! It's yourself, Beth.
Can Danny come out?

Not with the likes of you.

Mr Mason will be calling round later.

- We'll deal with it, Frankie.
- For christ sake, Beth,

I persuaded Mr Mason
to give you all one last chance.

- As a special favour.
- We don't need special favours.

It's a favour to me. If I don't come up
with the goodies, I have to disappear.

And what do you
get out of it, Frankie?

My arms and legs
get to stay in working order.

Just let me see him.
It's best he comes out now.

Aye, OK.

Wait there.

- What was that for?
- Get your ass out of my front yard.

- Go on!
- Jesus Christ.

Hey! Wait! Hey!

New shoes, Sam?

I won a bet on you.

Danny.

There's a shithead
in the pub for you.

A smile like a tax collector.
Thought I'd better let you know.

Thanks, Sam.

- Could you not get out of here?
- Where else would I go, Sam?

- Would you like me to call the police?
- No, it wouldn't do any good.

Tell me, Danny.
You won the fight, didn't you?

So, what did you do wrong?

It's no problem, I'm still walking.

- It's you they're after.
- What did you do in New York, Frankie?

What did you do in New York?

What's this?
What's all this, you bastard?

And what about you,
Danny Scoular?

These guys will hide in your coal hole
for a week just to get you.

If they can't get you,
it'll be Beth and the kids.

Did you think I wouldn't come?

I had my reasons for what I did.

So does Mother Teresa,
but she doesn't use my money.

I'll give you a ride home.

We called in earlier.

Jesus!

Beth!

Beth!

Beth!

Beth!

Ladies and gentlemen...

...your champion!

The Big Man...

...Danny Scoular.

There's none fight longer.
There's none fight harder.

Here, a celebration.

The pride of Thornbank.

Time to celebrate
the conquering hero.

Get back underground
and crawl through shit for a penny,

it's all you're worth.

I'd rather crawl through shit
than live in a slaughterhouse.

- You've got your money, now fuck off!
- It's not the money I want, it's you.

I'll be back.

The man says he'll be back.

You'll never sleep at night.

The man says he'll
never sleep at night.

I could kill you anytime.

He says he could kill him any time.

You may be right there, Mr Mason.

You could kill him,
but you'll never kill us all.

Why wait? Here.

Do it now. Go on, go on.

Take what I owe you,
take it out of this.

Go on, do it. Fuck you.
Go on, do it!

Consider this as your funeral...

...and consider me
as your chief mourner.

Come on, we'll fix you up.