A Thousand Blows

Jemmy!

Drop the hammer, Jemmy, drop the hammer!

That's enough.

Have a drink of that.

Fifty seconds and fucking counting.

Show him what colour his blood is, Jemmy!

Step away. What's the matter with you?

Kill him, Jemmy!

- Go down. You're spent. -

I killed a man once. Go down.

Fuck you, savage.

Knock him down.

Knock him out.

- -

- Three, four, five... - Get up. Get up, eh?

- ...six, seven, eight, nine, ten. - Jemmy!

- Knockout! -

The winner is Hezekiah Moscow!

- - Go back to your bad land, you savage!

Go back to where you came from!

- Fucking cheat. - Go the fuck home.

- We'll fucking kill ya! - Out of the way. Go on.

- - Stomper!

- Oi, fucker! -

Take it. Go on, get out of here. Go.

We'll fucking kill you!

- Move! - I'll kill him.

Watch yourself.

Alec!

It's not Hezekiah or Alec.

It's Hezekiah and Alec.

Always.

- Hey. -

- Huh? - Wake up.

Is it you they sent to take me down to hell?

Or are you just here to make sure that I'm dead?

Hey.

It's your destiny to die in the ring,

Sugar Goodson.

- -

We're closed on account of I don't want to open.

Treacle, open the door.

Your brother.

What's left of him.

If you leave him out here, he'll die.

Come on, bring him in.

- Okay. - Put him on the table.

Stick a log on the fire, I'll give him brandy.

No, I drink whisky.

Yeah, and nothing else but for the past year.

Good boy.

Come on, help me get his boots off, see if his toes are blue.

You sold your socks for whisky?

Well, I drink Jack Mac's whisky.

Yeah, he also sells it to rub on horses.

So get me some more real fucking whisky!

- - Put him to bed and give him soup.

Why'd you help him?

I'd rather die on the cobbles than be in debt to you.

If there is any debt, I will collect it in the ring.

But me don't fight flyweights.

Watch my whisky.

What's going on, Treacle?

Why has the prodigal son returned?

Just give me a hand to get him into bed.

He's staying?

Only until he's dry.

Well, your funeral.

Esme.

When I look at you, I see an image of a man that I loved and lost,

so I don't care to look.

And that's enough visitors for tonight.

Esme, wait.

The past is done.

Not for everyone.

My name is Miss Swinney, of the Wiltshire Swinneys.

I'd like to make a withdrawal.

Excuse me, Madam.

Do you have your paperwork?

Of course.

Hmm.

Well, this all seems to be in order.

Please follow me.

Sign here.

Miss Cottam! Er, my clerk, Miss Cottam, will be joining us.

She's new. I'm teaching her the ropes.

In these absurd modern times of ours,

it seems women and girls think they can enter any profession.

Well, I'm inclined to agree.

- Ah, Miss Cottam. -

Now the number of the boxes where your items are stored?

Forty-five and six.

Certainly.

Colt 45, six shooter.

Mathilda, what are you doing? She's got a gun.

Yeah, and you've got the master key and you're gonna use it.

Now while Mathilda was learning the ropes,

she was also learning the contents.

- Go. - Okay.

Number 23, number 38, number 47 are the gold items and pearls.

We ain't got all day. Open 'em up.

- - Open 'em up!

The guards will be round soon.

Now the rubies and semi-precious.

Number 79 and 91.

- Here. - Come on, David, love, hurry up.

Sorry, I don't remember what came after 79.

After 79 comes 91.

Aw, there you are, the man in charge, you can't remember.

She's just a girl, bottom rung of the ladder, she don't forget a thing.

World's gotta change, David.

Hmm.

Random, what's in 32?

- Love letters. - Hmm.

Well, fuck 32.

That's all the good stuff in here.

Mathilda,

I could've made you happy here.

Well, yeah.

But like she said, the world's gotta change.

Stop them! Stop them, I say! Thieves!

I said stop them! Somebody!

- Come back here! -

All the diamonds and really expensive stuff was kept in the safe.

Yeah, yeah, this will do it for now.

We, uh, just need...

a bit of collateral.

Don't want us showing up in the newspapers.

Collateral for what?

For the dawn of a new era, Alice.

Get your masks for All Hallows' Eve!

Get your masks!

No straight line.

A great big fucking circle.

Doctor said to stay in bed,

'cause there's a chance you'll take a dive if you stand up.

- Did he say what I've got? -

He drinks three bottles of Jack Mac's liniment a day and asks what he's got.

You've got fuck all, Sugar.

No money, no prospects, no friends.

How long was I gone away?

You don't even know how long. Jesus.

You've been on the cobbles for what, 12 months, more. I stopped counting.

Has Mary been around?

No.

She and her mother belong to Indigo Jeremy now.

What about him?

He keeps the lodging house all to himself.

Since he was banned from boxing in the West End,

he makes his bread and butter fighting on the barges.

He's a man lost to darkness.

You and him are twins.

- Why is Esme here? - Get some sleep.

What, you fucking her?

Since Marianne left for Ireland, Esme's been helping me.

I give her money and shelter.

It's obvious what you get in return.

In return?

She tells me where to be.

She tells me what time the barrels will arrive.

She tells me what day it is.

She tells me that the blue devil in the corner is just an old man sleeping.

'Cause since the fucking beating you gave me, Sugar...

I need a fucking Esme around me.

Because you left half of my senses on that pub floor.

Doctor said to take these.

Well, I drink whisky.

So fuck off.

Well, he said these are better for what you've got.

Well, like you said,

I've got fuck all.

Yeah.

What you've got is a brother with a soft heart.