Salvable

- Certainly Big Steve is right

about the 17-year-old from Still.

Gostello's certainly boxing well in the fifth round.

Been useful with the left hand.

- You'd have thought he might've been

shellshocked after the regional fight,

but he hasn't showed it, Jim.

- Well, when I saw him against Prescott,

and heard he he was boxing for the gold tonight...

There's gonna be trouble here. There must be a mismatch.

As I said, I'm pleasantly surprised.

It's a far better fight than...

Well, obviously, you can't look good

being knocked out in the first round,

but, well, he pulled through and he...

Oh, good shot!

- That has to be the turn-up of all time,

because The Bull has always had the durable chin.

And he's really in trouble in the sixth round.

Looks as though this big guy, literally coming from nowhere,

and tagging Gostello.

- All the heart in the world, Gostello,

but he's going to need it.

He's clobbered him on the way down then.

Oh, the dream is really slipping away.

John, if you look over at the corner, they're struggling.

- He gets a second standing eight-count now.

Oh, and the right hand.

And he's stopped it!

Nice pull, nice!

Jab. Hit my hand!

Lean in. Lean in and go left.

Nice.

Good boy. Good boy.

One-two.

One-two.

Come on, too late, too late. Pay attention.

Jab.

Jab. One-two.

Try and fucking hit the pads, eh?

Come.

Nice.

Come on!

On your toes!

Come on, jab! Jab!

That's time.

That went well.

Ah.

Oh fuck.

Give him a minute.

All right.

Come on. We're not finished.

Come on! Put your hands up!

What are you doing? - I'm done.

Take that off, mate. I'm done.

- No, leave his gloves on. We're not finished yet.

- We were fucking finished 10 years ago, Welly. Come on.

- Hey, you better show up tonight.

Sal.

For fuck's sake.

What the fuck is going on, eh?

Take that off.

Fucking hell.

Oh, you...

Fuck.

Viktor, Viktor, what's happening?

Come on, calm down. - Do you see?

- What? - That's it. He's done.

- Why? - She's stole my king!

- I don't get paid enough for this shit!

Relax, relax, relax.

Come on, sit down.

Let's just have a look around the room.

Maybe it fell on the floor or something.

Let's have a quick peek. Is it your pockets?

Check your jacket.

- No. - No?

She stole it.

Let me get you a drink.

Want a drink or something? Maybe some squash?

- Yeah. - I'll come right back.

I'll be right back for you, fella, okay? We'll find it.

I promise you we will. We'll find it.

If I let go of you, Vik, you'll make you down that hill

quick enough, wouldn't you?

Oi!

Oh, you found it,

Your king.

Your chess piece. The king that you lost.

- That's the third time this month he's kicked off.

- Doesn't know what he says. - He's a danger

to the other residents.

- You just need to know how to talk to him.

- Oh yeah, and you do that, do ya?

- Look, you're good with him, Sal,

but you need to speak to him.

Behavior like that just isn't acceptable. Okay?

What, that's it?

He's just gonna get away with it then?

- Becky, you can go. I want to talk to Sal a minute.

For someone who's been here as long as you,

you should know better.

You're great with the residents. We all know that.

But getting on with the staff is just as important.

- Bandage up from the off. Nice and relaxed.

You feeling all right?

Good luck.

Come on, you're the boss in there.

- Make sure it looks good tonight, yeah?

So no funny business.

Okay?

Okay?

Come on.

- That's it. Keep moving, mate.

That's good work. Good work, good work.

Stay sharp.

Nice.

What the fuck are you doing?

Let the boy work!

Nice.

Ah, fuck.

- That looked good, man.

That was good. That's better.

Water.

What the fuck are you doing, eh?

If you wanna get paid, stop pissing around and do your job.

Okay?

Here.

Breathe. Come on.

Through your nose.

You all right, you're all right.

Just take it easy, yeah?

God, Sal, just let him do his thing.

Okay, go on. - Go on.

Good luck.

- Bloody hell. Mate, that's twice.

You broke it twice. You came here as well.

I'll have you sleep in the streets

of Cork and fucking Blake.

Just come back, you.

Paid to be a punchbag now?

You used to break a man down. Who's this?

You used to be skinny.

- You want a wee treat, you fat fuck?

I don't. Ta.

It's fucking good to see ya.

And you.

When did you get out?

A few months ago.

- I'm sorry I didn't come to see you.

It's not your fault.

I was getting moved around all the time.

- (sighs) Fucking hell, that's lovely.

- You know me. Always had me ways.

The safe way out.

Of course.

You'd rather I get a job sweeping the floors, Sal?

Stocking the fucking shelves, yeah?

No, I'm not going back.

You know as well as I do, I'm damaged goods.

Oi! I'm locking up!

Welly.

He fucking, he fucking hates me.

Still can't shake off the old boy.

- So come on then. What are you here for?

- Well, a little birdie said you're still throwing punches,

so I thought I'd come see it to believe it.

Well, it keeps me fit.

- Does it? - Gives me pocket money.

You deserve better, Sal.