Original subtitles

(Mumbling)

Hey, hang on.

Imbécile!

Je t'ai dit pas de knockout!

How you insult Monsieur Preston, Jacques.

He engaged you at my request as a sparring partner,

not a punch bag!

Where did you find him, monsieur? In a convent de femmes?

He sparred with Marcel Pons.

For Marcel Pons perhaps he's good enough, not for Jacque Laronde.

Now, Virgil... is a true sparring partner.

C'est vrai, Virgl, hein?

C'est vrai!

- Leave me alone! Get off! - I caught him snooping around.

- You in charge? - You realise you are trespassing?

Yes, but still no excuse to kick me about!

- He's a spy for McCord. - What?

McCord, the old man who thinks he can take my title.

- He sent you to spy on me! - Dramatic, old love, but not true I'm afraid.

- Who did send you? - I'm a freelance. I work for myself.

You take photographs and sell them to the highest bidder?

- Give me your camera. - What are you afraid of anyway?

We have contracts, monsieur.

Good camera, eh?

What are you doing? You can't do that!

You bloody frog.

I'm champion of Europe. I'm champion of Europe!

Non, non, non, Jacques, non, non, non. Ca vaut pas la peine!

Champion or not, you'll pay for this.

He's not right in the head, you know that?

You tell McCord for me, once I was a charcutier, a pig butcher.

When I meet him in the ring I will be one again,

butcher of black pigs!

Oh, lookin' great. I've never seen 'im in better shape. You can feel the power.

(Woman, drily) Yes.

(Trainer) Don't worry. (Woman ) Easy for you to say.

- Is that right? - Laronde killed a man.

Wasnae his fault.

Torres was due to die anyway, he had a weakness.

A knock, a fall, anything might have done it.

He had no class, never should have allowed that challenge.

Laronde's an animal.

He keeps boasting he's gonna do the same thing to Eddie.

He's all mouth wi' garlic. Eddie'll soon shut it up for 'im.

He near did in Humburg, Laronde was lucky he won.

What a fight!

- Yes, and what a mess Eddie's eyes were. - Laronde was butting in the clinches.

That's what caused the cut. That's what we call a Glasgow kiss.

Hello, Jimmy!

Surprised Eddie got caught with that. He'll no' get caught the next time.

But he might. And what kind of a father will he make if he loses his sight?

Look, the adoption society have said OKK, haven't they?

They can easily change their minds. And I need that baby.

Come on, let's have some music, Jock, get some fire in his belly.

( ♪ ScotLand the Brave )

Attaboy, Eddie! Let 'em know it! Let the whole world know it.

Hey! Knees up, knees up, up, up, up. Come on! Get the left one!

- What do you want? - Bureau Des Etrangers.

OK.

- Hey, Maurice! Maurice! - Jim! Hello?

- What are you doing here? - Well, to see the fight, of course.

Monsieur Fremont, this is an old friend, Sergeant Bergerac from Bureau Des Etrangers.

- Oh, enchanté, Monsieur. - You Know Laronde?

Yeah, I did him a small service some years ago, so...

Looks like you're gonna have to help again.

There has been a complaint.

- A complaint? - Yeah,

I'd rather put it to him. You know, Maurice?

Jacques? Jacques!

Ici. Come here.

Meet an old friend.

Sergeant Bergerac of the Jersey States Police.

I am to have police protection, huh?

- At last! - (Laughter)

You had a visitor yesterday. A Mr Cobb?

- Cobb? - (Jim ) Yeah, a photographer.

Yes, the spy from McCord.

He said you broke his camera.

He is a liar, he attacked me.

He attacked you?

He tried to strike me.

I put out my hand the camera fell to the floor.

So it got broken. I had to defend myself.

They will tell you that's what happened.

- C'est vrai. - It's true.

Monsieur Cobb was trespassing on our privacy. But we are not making any charges against him.

These things happen in the heat of the moment.

- Perhaps you could... - We will see to it that he gets a new camera.

In the interest of entente cordiale, huh?

Well, I rely on you, Maurice, to keep an eye on Monsieur Laronde.

Make sure you don't get attacked again.

You're British, Sergeant? That's why he compromises.

- On continue? - (Jacques ) Oui.

McCord too will compromise.

Cache-machoire will see to that.

It's what the crowd wants. It's Laronde they come to see.

It's him who sells the fight to the television networks in America.

- Regular little showman. - Oh, oui, oui.

Knows all the tricks. All is fair in love and war, you know?

(Jim ) No. (Maurice ) Ah.

Hi.

- Morning, Jim. - Morning, Lil.

What's the trouble?

Could you get us some coffee please?

Larry, could you go and deal with those crates outside?

Someone thinks I should lose my license.

Why?

For taking in a coloured man and his wife.

It's not signed, of course.

Probably ashamed of his rotten grammar.

Is it becaue of the boxing match?

Not everybody thinks we should hold a fight.

No this is racial, pure and simple. Do you want us to investigate?

- Any point? - Not a lot.

That's what I thought.

Anonymous loonies.

Probably won't turn up here in person but...

If he does, I'll be waiting.

- (Lil) Good morning. - Morning.

Mr and Mrs McCord, Jim Bergerac.

- How do you do? - Hello.

- Pleased to meet you. - Hello.

- Where are you training today? - In a gym.

No rest for the wicked, especially with a trainer like mine.

- See you later, then. - Bye.

- Hi. - Hi.

McCord interview continued.

Laronde has turned this match into a grudge fight. Does it upset you?

Doesnae bother me.

If he wants to bring bad feeling into it that's up to him.

You've said you'll give part of your purse to equip a boys' club in Glasgow.

- Why, for the publicity? - No.

- Not part of your Mr Clean image? - I'm doing it because I want to.

I think a club is called for in the district.

- Could've given the money anonymously. - Aye, I could.

But the boys look up to me.

It wouldnae mean as much to them if I did that.

See ya.

OK, lads, take a break. You all right, Frank?

Right, off you go.

Is it true your husband is thinking of giving it up?

That's up to him. He's gonna have to give up fighting one day.

Come on, Eddie, move yourself, move! Get that left going. Left!

That's it, that's it, yes, nice. Come on, Frank, give a move.

Come on Eddie, that's it, boy.

Wonderful! You're the king, Eddie!

- Hello, can I help you? - Could I see those medallions?

- Yes, of course. There you are. - Thank you.

You don't know who I am, right?

You're not a boxing fan?

- No, I'm sorry. - No need to be sorry.

- You ever heard of Eddie McCord? - Eddie McCord?

Light heavyweight champion of Great Britain?

Don't worry about it, you have now.

- Excuse me. - Sure.

- Morning, Hungerford. - Morning, Senator.

Have you read what the French boxer said about inadequate facilities on this island?

He thinks it's an act of madness staging the contest here.

- He never said that. - No?

No, I had a word with his manager. Laronde didn't say half those things

and the other half are misquotes.

- You can't deny he assaulted the photographer. - He didn't, he broke his camera.

Exactly. It's as I prophesied, Hungerford, bring a boxing match to Jersey and you'll bring trouble.

I warned you.

Wrecking a camera hardly constitutes a crime wave.

Professional boxing is banned in Sweden.

- Found that out, have you? - And Norway.

I'm putting forward a motion that Jersey follows their example.

A major sporting event like this will put the island on the map.

The 20th century map, Beasley, and not before time.

I called in at the venue on the way here.

I can see you didn't.

Bloody hell!

Damn Beasley!

Mr Higgins?!

Mr Higgins!

I was just going to telephone you, Mr Hungerford, then we ran into trouble.

- What? Some kind of paralysis? - Say they're not getting paid enough.

They were told the rates.

They say they were misled about the nature of the work.

They insist on more money.

Oh, I see. They think they can twist my arm.

Time's short, they think they can panic me into agreeing.

Well, they are wrong. I wouldn't let anyone have that satisfaction.

I'll be back here at three.

If the work's not near completion I'll sack the whole bloody lot!

As you say, Mr Hungerford.

- Is there a ringleader? - His name is Albie.

He could have been bribed. Wouldn't put it past Beasley.

Dirty tricks, nobody fights fair any more.

- What is a "southpaw"? - What's a what?

- Southpaw. - Southpaw?

That's a boxer, leads with his right, like this.

(Grunting)

As opposed to an orthodox boxer who leads with his left.

- You've done a bit of boxing? - At school.

Unfortunately, I had to retire early.

Oh, really? Why?

- Chiefly because it hurt. - Seems logical.

(Jim ) Yeah, I thought that as well.

If you can spare the time from the exhibition,

a jeweller's shop has just reported a theft.

Since when have we handled that kind of thing?

The thief was Eddie McCord.

You're sure it was McCord?

- Yes, quite sure. - Why?

He told me so himself, even shook my hand.

- Shook your hand? - Well, and he pretended to box a little.

- Show me. - Well, um...

And then he shook your hand.

- Same hand? - Same.

Then when I was serving some other customers...

- He took the medallion and left? - Yes.

Why should I take a piece of jewellery?

- Where were you at one o'clock? - Jogging back from the gym.

- Anybody with you? - No, I was on my own.

The shops on the route, isn't it?

Sorry, Eddie, but we'll have to search your room.

Shouldn't you have a warrant?

There's no need for that. Go right ahead.

You'll find no stolen goods here.

This must be some kind of misunderstanding.

It'll all be straightened out.

This it?

I've never seen that before.

Come on.

It's not like McCord. It's not his style.

- From our reports, he is clean. - Maybe he had a blackout.

Come in. Sit down.

Right. Now, I don't want this thing made public,

at least not until we have to.

On top of Laronde's run-in with the photographer and all that nonsense in the press,

Senator Beasley and his anti-boxing cronies will have a field day.

Doesn't make any sense though.

McCord going into a shop and stealing after he's told the assistant who he is.

That's crazy.

People do crazy things under pressure.

McCord's been under a lot of pressure but...

Anyway, let's... keep this under wraps for a while.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Were they annoying you? - No.

Did they say something?

No, it's nothing, honestly.

Yes. Well, we can do without their sort.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

- Why? What's wrong? - You're annoying that lady.

- You are joking. - Radio fan, eh?

Sure letter writing isn't more your style?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about people who write anonymous letters.

About people who harass other people because of their race.

- The old bat's off her trolley. - Been drinking the leftovers, I think.

Get your backsides off my chairs and take them somewhere else. Now!

Or I'll fetch somebody and you won't stop bouncing till you're off the island.

What's the matter?

Your own people not good enough for you?

We should have blacked up before we came in.

Some people just make me ashamed to be... Ignorant louts!

Stop worrying. You all look alike, do you not?

(Virgil) McCord can tell the difference.

He'll do nothing because he's McCord.

Lapin, rabbit. That's my new name for him.

Coeur de lapin. Rabbit heart.

Ça suffit, hein?

- Hello, Jacques. - Ah. Sergeant.

Virgil.

Oh, very good.

Where were you, 1:00 this afternoon?

- Nowhere. - Nowhere?

You wouldn't have been in the jeweller's shop, pretending to be Eddie McCord?

No.

Only, Eddie McCord is not a southpaw... but the man who took the medallion is.

Sergeant, um, if Virgil has done this, I know nothing.

Who said you did? Anyone else involved?

Why ask me?

We have some prints on the medallion.

We'd like to check them.

Come on.

Pretty sure about this, huh?

Sergeant, you tell everyone that I... I know nothing of this!

J'espère qu'il ne I'a pas fait. J'espère.

Prenez garde, Jacques, hein?

Prenez garde.

Faster, faster, faster! That's it, come on.

Combinations. Combinations. Left, give it a left hook.

That's it. Harder! Harder!

Who is it for?

It's for you.

- Look what I did! - Oh, a sandcastle.

You're dropping your guard, he's gonna hit you. You'll feel it...

Left, left, reach, reach, reach, reach.

Reach for it! Reach!

All right, have a rest.

You're about as much use as a chocolate teapot anyway!

Try and forget about it. Your name's been cleared.

You know what folk are like,

once your name has been dragged in the mud.

I wonder what the kids in Fraser Street are thinking.

What about the adoption society? It will make them think again.

Don't be silly. Nothing will stop us now.

That certainly won't anyway.

Something else might? Like me being a boxer maybe?

I never said that.

(Phone ringing)

- Hello? - (Jacques) Madame McCord?

Yes?

- Er, yes, this is Jacques Laronde. - (Cheering)

Jacques Laronde?

Look, I've got a message for your husband.

Tell him, please, when I meet him on Friday,

I am going to kill him.

- What the hell are you talking about? - OK?

- Now look here... - OK.

(Cheering)

You gonna tell me what's upset you?

I just don't like to see you cut and bleeding, that's all.

I've only been badly cut once in my whole career.

(Bell, cheering)

You'll not do that again.

Will he not?

That's great, I must say.

Really does my confidence a pile of good.

My wife doubting my ability.

It doesn't matter to you what I think.

That's not true.

Right! Let's go.

- Are you sure you want to wait here? - Yes, don't worry, I'll be all right.

OK, if it's what you want.

- Great, come on. - There you go.

Stretch the toes.

Run this frog right into the canvass, son. Good, good, good, good.

Right, hold on, hold on, hold on, take a rest.

Take a rest.

Ah, you must be tired now.

That's it. oof.

Ohh!

Keep your guard up. That's one of Ali's tricks you don't want to copy.

- What's wrong? - I thought I heard a cry.

It's just the seagulls.

What the hell's...?

Did you see a young woman leaving here?

Yes, she went off in a car.

A car?

Mm. There were two fellas with her. They went off in that direction.

I'm talking about a coloured woman.

That's right, the one I saw you with on the beach the last time.

Hey? Here.

I hope you beat the Frenchman.

Aye, thanks.

Thank you. Tell him to come up, please.

Will you stop worrying? She came back the last time, didn't she?

- She went off in a car with two men. - The old man was raving.

He had a stick, sure it wasn't a white one?

(Knocking)

Come in, Sergeant.

This is Matt MacDonald, my trainer. Sergeant Bergerac.

How do you do?

You're onto a good thing. Copper in Jersey? Can't be bad.

They say you got to take the smooth with the smooth.

Well, I'll be off then, sample the local brew.

You get to bed early, make the most of your quiet evening... alone.

Sure.

- Hey, see you again maybe. - OK.

Sit down, Sergeant.

It was good of you to come. There's something I'd like your opinion on.

Sure.

My wife's disappeared. Not the first time, she's done it before.

She's always been against me boxing, getting hurt.

She goes off to be on her own, to get away from it all.

It's not exactly a police matter.

I wouldn't bother you, only there's something unusual about it this time.

An old man saw her leaving, it was up at Corbière Point.

She was on the cliff road, I was on the beach training.

He said she went off in a car with two men.

I don't understand how that could be. She doesn't know anybody in Jersey.

It's a bit short, isn't it? Does she usually write like this?

Her handwriting's not very good.

- So this note is not necessarily forced? - No.

Where did she leave it?

- In the windscreen on the Jeep. - Well, it does say not to worry.

Aye. So does Matt. What do you say?

(Men ) ♪ Two lovely bLack eyes... ♪

What did you say?

I was saying, those two men that were bothering Mrs McCord.

- Were they visitors? - I think so. I've never seen them before.

One of them had a Radio Portsmouth T-shirt.

- Observant! - Have to be in my trade, love.

Besides which, he got up my nose.

- Are you sure they were annoying her? - Of course.

- Did Mrs McCord complain? - No, she was too embarrassed.

- What's wrong? - Nothing I know of.

- Evasive. - (Mimicking Lil) Have to be in my trade, love.

♪ Two lovely black eyes

♪ Oh, what a surprise... ♪

(Maurice ) Ah. How are you?

From your face, it is more trouble.

Not for your men. At least I hope it's not for your men.

Have you seen two guys hanging about?

- What do they look like? - Well, one's about 36...

If you do see them, give us a shout.

- Why do you want them? - To help with our inquiries.

What else?

If I go into action you'll know how good I am.

I fought at the same weight as Benny Lynch.

Oh! Isn't he a singer or something?

Benny was the king of kings.

Isn't he the one who finished up in the drunkard's grave?

It was unfortunate.

Yeah. You're on your way to join him, aren't you?

Watch it, Jimmy, watch it! I take that kind of talk from no man!

(Laughter continues inside pub)

He's rubbish!

- You repeat what you said just now. - I said McCord was rubbish.

Hey you! You should be in ballet dancing, not boxing.

I've been in every pub in St Helier looking for you.

- Your arrival couldn't have been better timed! - You're going back to the hotel.

- What do you mean? Hear what he called you? - Never mind!

I was gonna do 'em!

(All shouting)

Bloody Jerseyites! All you're good for is throwing flowers.

Come on!

(Eddie ) Get in there.

(Matt) Hold on. Hold on, I want to check my wallet, make sure I wasn't robbed.

- Oh dear, I've dropped it. - I'll get it, now stay over there.

No. Wait, wait.

- Now, you stay there. - (Matt) Sure thing, Eddie.

- (Matt groaning) - You stupid idiot.

- There you are. - The damage has been considerable.

Come on.

Careful, mind your feet! Get over that.

Did I tell you that I used to be a hurdler? Before I started in boxing...

What made you go on the razzle? This time of all times?

(Man ) Flowers, is it?

Flowers, you reckon?

All right, flower?

Flower?

Flower.

Flowers?

- Eddie, let's have 'em. - No. Wait a minute, Matt.

Eddie!

Oh, Matt. I'm sorry, Matt.

I just heard. How is he?

I don't know. He's sleeping just now.

- You gonna press charges? - No, there's no point.

It was his fault, he was egging them on.

- Just leave it. - OK.

- Any sign of Donna? - No.

Mrs McCord was talking to the two men by the car, yeah?

- Did you hear what they were saying? - No, I was too far away.

- Did they see you? - No, couldn't have.

What about the car? Do you remember anything about that?

Now, there you have me.

No, it was the colour of oatmeal, but apart from that, no.

(Sobbing)

Do you want it?

Suit yourself.

- She still the same? - Miserable bitch.

- Listen, don't you think maybe... - Maybe what?

- Maybe this is a bit out of our league? - Getting scared?

- Supposing she idenitifies us? - She won't.

- But supposing she does? - That would be stupid.

She'd be throwing her life away. And for what?

When do we contact McCord?

We've got a few arrangements to make first,

like how much she's worth.

He might win this fight, could be very flush.

Sorry about yesterday, Matt.

It wasnae your fault. I brought it upon myself.

I didnae help much, did I?

What else could you have done?

You couldn't afford to hurt yourself, especially your hands,

damaged in a street fight.

No, Matt, it wasnae that.

Raise you 10p.

See ya.

See you.

Three queens.

What about another game?

I'm not going through with it.

I've changed my mind.

I've been making inquiries about the two men.

Apparently your wife offered no resistance.

Which means either they used persuasion or she knew them.

That's more than I do.

We don't know anything about them, only that they were probably visitors to the island.

- Portsmouth? - Portsmouth?

- Does it mean something? - Donna's got a sister lives there.

She was down to see her about a fortnight ago.

I'm sorry if I've wasted your time. I will pay you of course,

as we agreed.

What made you change your mind?

I've had a chance to think, that's all.

I mean, I was desperate. I still am.

(Donna ) But this? This is wrong.

You heard on the radio Matt's in hospital, he's all alone now.

So are you, love.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a complete change of plans.

That's right, we've changed our plans too.

What do you mean? You work for me.

Wrong. Change of management you might say.

We're not pretending any more.

Hello? Hello, who is that?

(Man ) McCord, now you Listen and Listen carefully.

Your wife's here, she's standing right beside me.

- You know what to say. - Eddie, it's Donna.

Donna, are you all right?

- I'm OK. - Donna?

- I'm OK. - HeLLo?

Eddie, I love you.

McCord, she goes free when you hand over 200 grand.

We'll be in touch.

Hello? Hello!

- What is it? - He was asking for a ransom.

- What? - Donna's been kidnapped.

So, we've now decided that this is a Bureau operation.

- You're in charge, Barney. - Right.

And I'll arrange for all leave to be cancelled.

But we need a cover story for them.

Fight security.

There have been some anonymous threats which might be hoaxes but we must check.

Just in case. Good, I like it.

- His idea. - I still like it.

Donna's picture can be circulated as one of the people potentially at risk.

There'd be some others as well.

Hmm.

Right. Anything else?

Yeah, I'm going to Portsmouth.

- What's that? - 9.50, please.

- Keep the change. - Thank you.

- Mrs Stevens? - Yes?

I'm Detective Sergeant Bergerac, Jersey States Police.

- Donna, she's not in trouble, is she? - You sound as if that wouldn't surprise you.

Well, you are a policeman.

Your sister, Mrs Stevens, has been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

And we have reason to believe the two men involved are from here, Portsmouth.

And they want £200,000.

They're asking for money?

What else would they ask for, Mrs Stevens? What else?

So Donna McCord arranged it herself?

Yeah, it was her idea.

A hoax, in fact.

Donna didn't want Eddie to fight, so she hired these guys.

Right little charmers apparently, by the name of Penter and O'Brien.

They were to help her fake the kidnap then Eddie was to be told not to show at the ring

or else he'd never see his wife again, alive.

He was to get that message the night of the fight, just before he was due to leave.

A boxer who doesn't turn up on the night is finished in the fight game.

Crafty bitch, isn't she?

Looks as though like she's changed her plans.

Or was made to.

Want some more coffee?

You ought to be more friendly. Like I said, wasn't my idea to hold you to ransom.

Why don't you loosen up a bit?

- (Penter moaning) - (O'Brien ) What happened?

(Penter) She did it! She did it!

(Maurice ) They say now his wife has left him, huh?

I think he's an heir to misfortune, hm?

- I expect that pleases Laronde? - Jacques? Well, he's a child.

He's sorry you don't come to see him any more.

Tell him I'd like to see him tomorrow night, flat on his back, unconscious.

- Phone call, Jim. It's the Bureau. - OK.

The beige Vauxhall O'Brien hired from Neptune Motors,

it's been seen heading towards the Boullivot area.

Inspector Crozier and Terry are checking it out.

(Motor roars )

Try it now.

(Engine spluttering)

What the hell's wrong now?!

(Engine starts )

Lost him. That thing broke down in front of us but he was definitely heading for Boullivot.

(Jim ) There it is. (Maurice ) Ah! There it is! In there.

Bitch! I hope he kills her.

- Where's Mrs McCord? - What are you talkin' about?

Don't push your luck.

I don't know!

Take it easy, we don't want accusations of police brutality.

- Perhaps I should talk to him. - You shouldn't be here, DuPont.

- You're strictly a civilian in Jersey. - Precisely.

Excuse me.

Merci.

Now wait a minute...

(Donna screaming)

(Screams )

Worthy of Eddie McCord, that.

(Higgins) The men are back at work.

And not before time, Mr Higgins.

They've accepted your offer of £3.50 an hour.

I only offered them £2.50.

Yes, weLL they've accepted £3.50.

Bloody hell!

At Least they are back.

Well, that ringleader, Albie, I'll have his guts for garters.

He's gone, Mr Hungerford. He's working for Mr BeasLey now.

Now, there's a coincidence. There is a bloody coincidence.

You fight tomorrow night using all you know and you'll win.

Aye.

I only wish I could put some fire into your belly.

- Have you heard frae Donna? - No. No, I haven't.

Beat Laronde the morn's, she'll come flying back.

Be falling all over you.

All you've got to do is believe in yourself.

Away you go and get a good sleep.

I'm all right.

You think about yourself, concentrate on getting out of here.

It's a neat trick if you can do it.

What do you mean?

Those guys knew what they were up to.

I'll be in here for a wee while.

(Chatter and laughter)

What did you say about McCord? Contender for the title?

He's getting a beating before he starts.

Is that right, pal?.

We've some unfinished business, have we not?

Come on, you lot. Outside and we'll sort this out.

Come on, then. Let's do what the man says.

You can't use your boxing skills here.

Aye, it's against the law, isn't it?

(Man ) Get him, Joe!

Come on!

Come on.

(Jim ) Eddie! Eddie!

You've done enough. Come on.

These are the men who beat up Matt and I couldn't stop them.

I've got someone to see you.

Donna!

- Evening, Hungerford. - Hello, Beasley.

- Heard the rumours? - I never listen to rumours.

Brawling in the streets, pub smashed up.

- Even a kidnapping, I'm told. - You don't believe all that?

Make the most of this fight, it's the last there'll be on this island.

You're not including the one where I beat you to a pulp

and jump up and down on what's left?

- Are you threatening me, Hungerford? - Yes, Beasley, I think I probably am.

(Charlie ) He's off to the fight himself, the bloody old hypocrite.

More letters from the fans in Glasgow.

- Where are the swabs? - Stop fussing, you're worse than Matt.

OK?

That's bonnie, lass. Just like the old days.

You just go out there and win.

No question.

He's caused me a lot of aggravation.

Now it's my turn and I'm looking forward to it.

Donna, you'll be sitting with Jim Bergerac.

In the front, where I can keep an eye on you.

Are you sure you want me there?

Aye. I know how you feel about boxing and I know why you did what you did,

but I need you there for my last fight.

Last fight? Do you mean that?

Win or lose, starting tomorrow it's a new life. You, me...

- and the bairn. - Why? After I treated you so badly.

Donna, the fire in my belly which I thought I'd controlled is back.

I enjoyed hurting those thugs.

I enjoyed it, I could have killed them.

(Man ) Time, Eddie.

So, it is time... to give up.

I love you.

Right, Eddie? Matt says he'll be watching on TV so you can't be sloppy.

And he said to remember, "You are the king" all right? Music!

- (Cheering) - ( ♪ Scotland The Brave on bgapipes )

Thank you, Jim.