Have you had enough yet?
Enough?
Old man, l'm only getting started.
Enough of the ''old man'' nonsense.
Wouldn't want me to start telling tales about your sister, would you?
l hate to shock you,
but when you married her, she lost all ranking in our house.
She's your problem now.
When she sees ya, she'll know you're not big enough for a clout.
Yeah? Told me how you were easy to beat.
Seriously though, how is the IVF going?
Are you ladies training or exercising your gobs?
Come on!
All right. Well done.
Cathal?
Come on, lad. Come on!
Come on! Come on.
Cathal, come on, lad, come on.
Daddy, why are the men hitting each other?
SEAN: Oh, because they're silly.
Will you ever hit anybody, Daddy?
No. And neither will you.
Lads, do you know where Frankie O'Neill lives?
Over there, boy.
Don't you read, boy?
-Yeah. -What you dribblin' about?
-Frankie O'Neill. -He lives over there, you fool.
So, you want to play games, boys?
Come on, boy.
Come on, boy. Is that all you got?
What do you think about that, boys?
Shut up, ya mutt, ya!
You're no son of mine, boy. You're too small.
l've eight sons, and they're all bigger than me.
Are you calling me mammy a liar?
Um, l don't even know who she is.
Can you fight?
-What do you mean, boss? -By the look of you, l doubt it.
lf you're really me son, you'll have no problem winning the Puck like l did.
And then you can feck off.
You've been working for me for six years. You're the best mechanic l've got.
l'd love to tell you take all the time you want.
But my accountant's on my case.
To be honest with you, he advised me to stop paying you a month ago.
l'm doing this off my own back.
Thanks again, James.
A busy mind is a happy mind. That's why l'm in the position l'm in today.
l just get on with things. Oh, yeah.
Mrs O'Shea baked a cake for Michael when she heard you were coming in.
Pass on my thanks. l'm sure he'll love it.
Three weeks. But l'll expect to see you before that.
Remember, a busy mind...
l got it.
-Hey, Bar. -Hey.
-This place isn't the same without you. -No?
How did it go?
Oh, you know, a busy mind is a...
ls a happy mind? Yeah.
He says to me that he's after joining a gym to get in shape
for some wedding that's happening in a fortnight and how do l keep myself in shape?
So l looked at him and l said, ''l live my life by one rule.
-''A busy body is a happy body.'' -You didn't?
So, listen, do we go for a couple of pints tonight?
Uh, no.
Michael doesn't like to stay in anybody else's house, so...
lt's all arranged.
lf Mohammad can't go to the mountain, then the mountain will go to Mohammad.
-Yeah? -All right then.
, 'Course l said, ''Six to seven''
and then he said, ''Well, my good man, that would explain the blank missiles.''
'Course, herself instantly corrects him. ''That's six to seven every night, Doctor.''
Jesus! Next thing you know, he's got me Iooking at alcohol-dependency leaflets,
herself has got me on detox tablets,
so, needless to say, l'm banned from drink.
No, it'll be a pint of milk for you, so.
lncrease the swimmers.
You must be ioking me. Get me two pints of the queer stuff and two chasers.
That's what l like to hear.
Your money is no good in here.
-Oh, there's no need for that now. -Oh, yes, there is.
Neiler, you're a gent.
Don't thank me, thank the revenue commissioners.
The waste inside in those kegs is ridiculous, you know.
-Sláínte. -Yeah, to the swimmers.
lf only for Michael, l'd be after throwing in the towel.
Well, think on Michael some more, will you?
l mean, what you did for Shannon was beyond the call of duty.
How much money do you owe because of that?
l'm gonna pay you back all the money l owe you, don't worry about that.
Listen, l'm not talking about that. l told you before, if it takes 10 years, it doesn't matter.
-lt might. -lt doesn't matter.
Look, all l'm saying is, right, all l'm saying is...
look, pull yourself together, 'cause Michael has lost one parent already.
-Yeah. -And he doesn't need to lose another one.
That's true.
-Okay. -Well, then... Let's have one more.
All right, okay.
-This is yours. -Thank you.
-And this is mine. -He seems okay.
-Okay. -Cheers.
Sweet dreams.
TV: Seamus ''Smasher'' O'Dríscoll today walks free of a manslaughter charge
after kíllíng a man last year at the Puck.
Thís ís the second kíllíng he's been cleared of.
Three years ago, he escaped a murder charge
on the basís that anyone who enters the Puck
enters at hís own períl. Today he's made Irísh legal hístory
as beíng the only man to be charged wíth murder and manslaughter,
and walk free on both.
SMASHER: Kíng of all the Trayellers. l am the Puck!
WOMAN REPORTER: Mr O'Dríscoll? Mr O'Dríscoll
how do you feel to have made Irísh hístory?
l make hístory every day, gírl.
l am the only Traveller who's won the Puck síx years ín a row.
ln fact, l'm the only man to have won ít more than twíce. Is that ríght, fíxer?
-That's ríght, Smasher. -That's ríght. And l'm the only man to shíft
a journalíst líve on natíonal TV. Now, come here, gírl.
What d'ya thínk about that? Come on, lad.
-MALE REPORTER: Mr O'Dríscoll... -l'd just líke to thank the Holy father.
'Cause he knows real men only come along once every 2,OOO years.
Smasher O'Dríscoll.
MICHAEL: Yay!
Well, that's the nicest dinner we've had in ages. Thanks again.
Daddy, l feel sick in my tummy.
Do ya? Come over here.
Probably iust had a little bit too much to eat, you little savage.
-Mmm... -Would you like some tea?
-Oh, God! -Oh, l'm sorry about that.
Oh, no, don't be silly.
You all right now?
-Ugh! -l guess not.
-Um, the toilet's iust out there to the left. -All right, come on.
SEAN: Sorry.
NURSE: It's probably nothing.
But in light of your wife's history,
l'm going to admit him for a couple of routine tests.
All right.
l'm just not happy with his breathing.
lt's more than likely an aggravation from the vomiting,
but it would be irresponsible of me to not investigate it further.
Yeah.
l'm really sorry, Mr Kelleher, but most heart problems are hereditary.
Well, that wasn't the case with my wife.
Unfortunately there are exceptions, too.
Michael has a most unusual coarctation of the aorta.
lt's a birth defect. It's more common than you'd think. Usually treatable...
l don't follow what you're saying.
...with surgery.
However, in Michael's case,
the narrowing is almost on top of the subclavian artery,
which makes surgery too risky.
So what does that mean?
He may live for another 12 to 18 months.
MARY: Oh, my God.
There must be something they can do.
Yeah, well, l would have liked to have told you and Michael together.
MARY: No, it's... It's probably better this way.
ls it okay to come up and see him?
Well, we never stopped you before.
ln fact, in the end it tore Shannon apart
that her father wouldn't see little Mikey.
But she always thought that you would.
But it wasn't me, it was Michael.
Hasn't this family suffered enough?
Mother of God.
Sean, l wish l could say everything will be all right, but l can't.
Can we get some drinks, boy?
You can, but we're closing shortly now.
l didn't ask you when you were closing.
But l'll tell you this, we'll have four pints of the black stuff
and four whisky chasers. Hurry up about it.
What's the matter wi' ya, boy? Got a problem with my kind or something?
No, no.
SMASHER: Come on, girls, l'll buy you a drink.
Smasher, what kind of a queer place is this?
-What's the matter, boy? -We've a blouse getting our drinks...
and we have funny boys crying at the tables.
l'm not drinking from any diseased glasses.
Shut up, boy.
-Kiss and make up, lads. -Sorry, what are you talking about?
We're just having a drink here, okay?
-Did l iust tell you to do something? -Come on, let's go.
What d'you think about that, boy?
Come on, fairy boy, you got something to say?
l'll give you a free shot, lad. What do you say? Come on.
No. 'Cause l don't think a fairy boy like you has got a punch in him, eh?
Okay, that's enough.
BOY: If you don't mind, would you please... would you please leave?
We'll have enough when l say it's enough, all right?
O'Driscoll!
No.
We'll have enough when l say we have enough.
Now, the Gardaí are on their way. So you can leave and never come back,
or come back and l'll ID the four of you.
Jesus, boy, you can't be fairer than that.
Come on, lads, we'll have a drink somewhere else.
And l'll see you later, fairy boy. C'mon, boys.
-Sorry about that, lads. -That's all right, that's all right.
Come on, Bar l'll get you some ice for'your nose.
l never knew you were into guns.
l'm not.
The young fella's starring in his school musical at the moment.
Oklahoma! or something.
-''l am the evil monster.'' -No, you're not, Daddy.
Yes, l am!
l had a word with him. He wants to talk to you himself.
He did say, though, that if you can pop in today at 5:OO,
-he'll be able to see you. -Well, that's great.
l've been on to a good colleague of mine in Los Angeles.
l emailed him Michael's file
and he reckons that he can successfully carry out the operation.
Well, that's wonderful news. Thank you. Thank you for that.
Hang on a minute, there's one problem.
His procedure isn't yet approved by the FDA
and probably won't be for another 18 months.
Well, l've read that if a medical procedure cannot be performed in Ireland
that the government will pay for it - and especially when it comes to children.
You're right.
However, this procedure isn't officially available and won't be for some time.
Also, it's a private hospital.
lt must be very expensive, l would imagine.
All in, about $300,OOO.
Jesus! Sean!
l hardly recognised you.
Great to see you!
And sorry to hear about Shannon.
l only heard the other day. l never leave the place any more.
Come on in.
-Come on. -No, l got to...
Sometimes, to know where we're going, it's good to remember where we've been.
Huh? Come on.
Before you say anything, after your mishap
l nearly had to close, so obviously l had to drop my standards.
Looks all right to me. Looks damn good.
-He looks pretty tough. -He's a great guy, too.
And unlike some of the slackers around here, he always pays his dues on time.
MAN: Yeah, yeah.
Chaser, come here! Someone l want you to meet.
Yeah, boss.
My friend Sean is someone you could learn a thing or two from.
-Hey. -Nice to meet you, boss.
So, uh, when are you going to Iearn me how to fight, boss?
l'm retired. It's all over for me.
You're fine. You're good, you're fast.
You might want to keep your chin down a bit. Uh, good for focus.
Listen good, Chaz. He was my best.
-Which title are you fighting for? -The Puck, boss.
-Ain't heard of that one. -Oh, it's no-rules bare-knuckle fighting.
And you're hardly fighting for the title. Tell the truth, Chaz.
-lt's the quarter of a million euro. -l swear, boss. l just want the title.
Me daddy held it for a year, so l need to show him that l'm an equal man.
Relax, l'm only winding you.
-Hey, can anybody ioin that? -Oh, yeah, boss.
lf you have ten grand entry fee.
-You still got them lockers over there? -You're out of the game too long.
l didn't ask for your opinion.
Guess what? l still have your old one.
Nobody was ever worthy to have it.
Where do l sign?
Listen, uh, Sean, l don't want you to take this the wrong way
because you know l'm a friend of yours and l'd do anything for you,
but as a friend, l think you're after losing the run of yourself.
What do you mean by that, Bar?
Well, l hate to bring this up, but not so long ago l got my nose broken,
and if memory serves me right, you weren't exactly Rocky Balboa.
Yeah, l know. That day l couldn't...
Couldn't couldn't?
Or couldn't because you knew you wouldn't be able to do anything for a few weeks
with your injuries?
Oh, come on now, Bar. You know me better than that.
lt's because of the promise l made a long time ago to Shannon.
l just hope you know what you're doing.
Well, l don't have much of a choice, now do l?
And not a word to Ciara. l had to max out my credit card to get that.
Great. The only time l take the wife's car.
Hey, hey, hands out of my pockets.
What the feck do you want?
Bet you're looking for trouble.
Are you vouching for 'em?
What d'ya think, ya eejit, ya?
Mammy, this is Denis's friend Seanie.
Any friend of Chaz is a friend of the home.
Put the kettle on, love.
Mammy, you don't need to hit me, you know.
Me mammy, God rest her soul, always said,
''A clip a day keeps the babies away.''
Mammy, l thought you said Santa was bringing one for Christmas.
Aye, yeah, love, but not for Coco.
Sit down.
You have lovely eyes. Fatherly ones.
l know, yeah. My wife thinks so as well.
-So you're a fighter? -l used to be.
-Did you tell Papa Boss that he's here? -l did, Mammy.
Did Chaz tell ya that his daddy was the Puck?
Boozin' and fightin'. The only thing he was good for.
-Mammy, it's Papa Boss. -Come on in!
-Sit down, Papa. -_ye.
Papa Boss, this is Seanie.
Don't mind what he says.
Puck is for Travellers. The crown is for king of the Travellers.
And you are not a Traveller.
-And that's written down in stone, is it? -Wsht!
l'm going to the boss council in a few days. Let's see what they say.
Have you got the grade? The fee, the money?
Yeah.
Count that, Mammy.
But should we not see what the council says before...
What are you trying to say? You trying to say something?
-No, no, no, l'm... -l am not going to the council
unless l know this is serious.
-Oh, it's serious. -All there, Papa.
That's to fix the luck.
Thanks. l'll need it.
All l'm saying is, Papa Boss should know better.
And l heard you the first time. But l've never seen any written rules.
That's because there are none.
We'll still take a show of hands. Those in favour.
Not in favour.
Then that's it.
By the way, Papa, did he pay the fee?
He did.
Drinks are on him so tonight.
Oh, come on, Sean, l have kids that can do better.
-SEAN: l'm crampin'. -Oh, crampin' and trampin'.
None of it goes in here. Now, come on! Come on!
Chaser, what's the word?
No, boss. Council won't allow it.
Now you're talking. Put some of that energy into your training and you'll be fine.
-Piss off. - Piss off yourself!
What's this?
l don't know, boss.
ls Sean there?
Yeah, he's in the front room.
What's wrong?
-What do you want? -Oh, Sean.
l had no idea things were so bad.
Well, that's life for you, isn't it?
He has his mother's looks.
You were doing it for your son, boss.
l'm not in the humour, lads. What do you want?
We iust came around to see if you were all right, boss.
Where're you gonna move to?
l have no idea.
Mammy knows a good fella who does caravans.
Well, l appreciate the concern, but what would l do with it?
Live in it of course, boss.
Obviously. But where would l put it?
Next to Mammy's. She really wouldn't mind when l tell her what you're doing.
That's fine, but l don't think the laws of the council will allow it.
l'm not a Traveller.
You might have to be a Traveller to enter the Puck, boss...
...but to live with us, all you need is not to have a house.
ln a week l won't.
We'd better get you sorted so.
All right, then.
This and that, and these and those,
that is how the ''TH'' goes.
-Whoa! Hey! Hey! -MAMMY: Hit the brakes!
l'm hitting it! It's broke!
The middle pedal!
Mother of Jesus!
Coco, your driving's much better.
Thanks, Mammy.
l still gets confused, though, between the brake and the goer.
Mother of God, people! You nearly crashed into my Deluxe Avondale Bianco.
Wheeler, you've gone very posh since you've been settled.
How is the face that could launch a thousand ships?
Come inside, we'll get you sorted out.
She broke my heart.
That's like the Títaníc movie, except it was a caravan.
That was many miles ago. Let's get...
Think of it, Mammy.
You could be living in a three-bed terraced, with a 40th of an acre for a back garden.
And l'm still single.
Mammy, l don't like where this is going.
Let's get the business done first, Wheelie, baby, then we can talk.
l always knew in time l'd hook you with me rod.
l'm sorry for your troubles. Best l can do is 15.
These designer kitchens don't come cheap, and with inboard water, it's a steal.
l'm sure it is, but l only have 10 to spend.
l'm already after coming down from 20.
Look, you're breaking my heart. l'll throw you in the wood-effect lino.
Do you remember Mickey O'Shea?
That lucky fecker got a blood clot from your love bite?
Yeah.
ls it true he's selling caravans in Dunmanway?
Would you go out on a date with me, Mammy?
l would.
11, and l can't do it for a cent less.
Done.
All set. You said you'd go out on a date with me.
That's right, l said l would - if l could. But l can't.
Me husband wouldn't have it.
Typical. You couldn't trust ye pavies!
SEAN: Don't run around so much, love.
But why, Daddy?
Because you'll fall and hurt yourself.
lt's not his fault.
l know, Barry.
Look, here's the money.
lt's all there. You can count it if you want.
l don't think there's any need for that, do you?
There's no pressure on this money, you know.
lf you want to hold on to some of it, you can.
Why don't you say what you're really thinking?
''l told Sean not to give them the 10 grand.''
lf that's what you think l'm thinking...
Give us a kick.
How do you tell your son he can't run around or he might have a cardiac arrest?
Honestly, Ciara doesn't really mind you moving in.
Travellers really aren't so bad once you get to know them.
l'm not on about that at all.
l iust think it'd be more comfortable for Michael until...
Until what? Go ahead and say it.
Bye, buddy. Look after your dad, all right?
lf you need me, you know where l am.
Let's go.
Coco, get the bags out of the van.
This must be Michael, holy God's little angel.
Don't worry, love, l'll make sure that he's well looked after.
Judge not, and ye shall not be judged.
You lot are as bad as every person who ever looked down their noses at ye.
Come on, Mammy.
My mammy and daddy'd turn in their grave,
because if you lot are Travellers, then l'm ashamed to call meself one!
Did you hear that?
MICHAEL: l love you, Daddy.
l love you too, son.
You know l've never been too fond of the settled community.
They don't know what suffering is.
But l can't take it from Sean, he deserves a break.
l wouldn't like to think meself better than the council, now...
Careful now, Mammy, careful.
Well, it would be worth mentioning that he now is a kind of Traveller.
There's no ''kind of'' about it. Doesn't live in a house, he's a Traveller.
lf l wasn't thinking that way meself, sure wouldn't go back to them.
Wouldn't listen to me.
l will, l'll go back.
CHASER: Thanks, Papa.
-Thanks, Papa. -Don't thank me just yet.
l had a word with Chosky, but... You know what l mean.
lt could go either way.
Have some biscuits with your tea.
PAPA: That's not important to me and mine...
MAN: Look, he's a suit.
What l'm trying to say is he's already in our camp...
Lads, lads, lads, lads, calm down.
Everybody just calm down.
There are those among us who think that he should be of the bloodline.
And for once, we can't decide.
So on that note l contacted the Puck, and his decision will be final.
We appreciate you coming on such short notice, lads.
lt's an honour.
MAN: We requested just you, boy.
You hardly got me up here to make me head boss man.
Didn't think so.
Now, l don't do jobs,
council or not, unless the Fixer allows it.
You boys have got anything to say, you say it in front of Wardie.
lt's not iust any iob. We need a favour from you on a matter.
l'm listening.
-lt has to do with the Puck... -lt's my title!
lf anybody wants it, they can fight me for it.
That's iust it. There's a fellow who used to be with the settled community,
an Irish Yank,
now living among us.
And he wants to fight you for it.
Some of the council reckon that to take part in the Puck
he has to be of pure Traveller blood.
After all, we don't want to offend anyone, do we?
The only one who's offended is me, lads.
You see, l think you got me all the way up here
'cause you can't decide whether l could kill this settled boy or not.
That's it, isn't it?
-l think you forget your place. -You forget yours!
l am the Puck, and l am the king of the Travellers!
You let him enter, but l'm telling you this now, lads,
l don't care what bloodline he's got, because when l'm finished with him
there'll be none flowing through his veins.
Come on, boss. We have training to be done.
-What time is it? -Time for training, boss.
You're on your own, Chase.
You'll never win the Puck with that attitude.
Ah, you're joking me now!
Shh, shh. You'll wake the lad, boss. Come on.
l can't leave Mikey alone.
lt's sorted, boss.
-Okay, all right. -Come on.
SEAN: Thanks, Coco.
CHASER: Last one to the gym, boss, does another circuit.
Come on, boss!
Come on. Extra circuits for you, boss.
DENIS: Well, well, did you decide to join us?
Yeah.
l ain't as fit as l used to be.
Excuses don't win fights, hard work does. Give me 200.
One hundred and twenty. Only 80 more to go.
Oh, Sean.
Before you even think about getting into the ring,
you must have some degree of fitness.
You know the routine. That's still the same.
Come on, boss, you can do it.
Take it.
Oh, enough of the gob exercise.
Work some of the other muscles in your body. Come on!
l want 200, not 20!
Son.
MICHAEL: And Coco had me up on a horse.
That's nice.
-Daddy? -Yes, love?
Why is Mammy called ''Mammy''?
She's not my mammy.
Nobody can ever take the place of your real mammy.
She's up in heaven, Iooking after the angel babies.
The Mammy here, she's looking after the babies that are here.
-Hi. -MAMMY: How are you?
lf you won't come to us to eat, then we'll just have to come to you.
Mikey! What're you doing there, boy?
l have a little welcome present for you.
This was me daddy's. l'd like you to have it.
Thank you.
Hello, Mikey. Are they nice beans?
This is all my fault.
Did you do it, boss?
No, l didn't.
So it's not your fault, is it? Where're you going, boss?
l'm going to clean it up.
No, you won't, boss. Leave it for Mammy to see.
Trust me, Mammy's lovely until you cross her.
Harder! Come on, ladies!
Now we're starting to move.
Yeah. Some might say l need to see a doctor, and they'd probably be right.
Get into the ring and let us see if you still have some magic,
or if you're on a suicide mission.
l want you to poke his fire, go as hard as you can on him.
-All right. -What are you doing?
There's no headgear in the Puck. That means the blows will be twice as hard.
So you'd better get used to it.
Box!
What the hell is wrong with you?
l can't do it. l can't do it.
Well, to be blunt, do you want that boy to die?
DENIS: Now, that's what l'm talking about.
You just knocked out my best.
So either my standards have dropped or you still have that edge.
Now don't get cocky, 'cause pikies are as hard as nails and you'd better believe it.
MAMMY: Go inside, Coco.
Mammy, l'll clean it. Just leave it, will you?
l won't say it again. Go in.
l'm looking at every one of you now.
lf you have something to say, say it now to me face!
l didn't think you did.
That little boy is dying.
His poor father's lost everything,
and he'll probably lose his little angel as well!
On me mammy's soul,
if l find out who it was, and l'll burn you out, every one of you!
Do you hear me?
Coco, don't give them the soot of it. We'll get it cleared up.
l told you, boss.
-All right, Sean. -Hey.
Come on!
ALL: Smasher! Smasher! Smasher! Smasher!
This year we have 24 fighters.
Lots of monies.
One title!
There are only two rules:
no digging below the waist, and no kicking.
Other than that, fight as you will.
The first round will leave us 1 2 men standing.
The second will leave us with six.
And whoever makes it to the last three, one of them will have an early shot.
And there he'll have the privilege of fighting the Puck.
Smasher, say a few words.
All l'd like to say, lads,
is this year l am going to kill me a settled buffer boy.
Let the Puck begin!
Come on!
You go up next, boss.
Remember what we talked about, Sean. One chance.
MAN: Sean Kelleher versus Hopper O'Shea!
CHASER: Get off me! Get off me!
No kicking! Once for a warning, twice you're disqualified.
God bless you, Sean.
Do you fight dirty, boss?
Wait till l say ''fight'', boy!
CHASER: Seanie, keep your head up!
MAN: Fight!
CHASER: Seanie, keep your head up! Come on!
Come on, lads. l'm not watching no more of this shit.
CHASER: That's it, Seanie! That's it, Seanie!
Kelleher wins!
Well done. Well done, boy. Well done.
l thought that Hopper was meant to be handy.
He got placed last year.
A tradition of the Puck says
that all camp fighters must be fuelled with whisky and song
to not feel the more pain and hold yourself strong.
l'm only joking, Seanie. Come on, will you?
l'll leave you to it.
Can l go with Coco, Daddy?
Well, l think it may be time for you to go to sleep now, love.
But l want to go with Coco.
Boss, come on, will you?
lf he doesn't want to go, leave him.
l wouldn't blame you, after what happened.
Mammy, it's Papa Boss.
God bless all here.
She's a beauty.
Ah, you're right.
You know, l have never been able to tell the difference
between the wood-effect lino and the real thing.
Well, it's tricky, even at the best of times. Would you like a drink, Papa?
No. l am here on official camp business.
l've got a camp outside waiting to begin the festivities.
-l'm iust coming now, boss. -MAMMY: Come on, love.
l'll talk to you tomorrow.
From across the country,
it is an honour for a camp to have one fighter in Puck, never mind two.
And this is to honour all fighters.
l think it's best if l leave it alone.
Now, if you're leaving it for yourself, that's fine.
But if you're leaving it for them, don't.
Because you're now fighting for them, too.
All right, then.
One question, Seanie. How come you never asked for your money back
when they wouldn't let you fight in the first place?
Well, l guess l knew you'd fix the luck.
Well, as my friend Seanie, you can sit anywhere you like.
Have my place if you want.
ls it true you knocked Hopper O'Shea out with one belt?
Yeah, it's true. l got a lucky shot.
No luck in that at all. Look what he did to me nose two years ago.
Will you sit with us?
Here. l made some cakes for the boy and yourself.
Thank you.
Anybody want some?
WOMAN: No, thanks. l'm fine now...
What's the matter now? Crank it up. Go on. Crank it up.
Tough men, Seanie.
MAN: Let me see this fight.
l thought you'd nearly had it in the second round.
-Yeah, you and me both. -Hmm.
That's a first. Two of you in the quarter finals.
-Well, l didn't have much to do... -Quite a surprise, ain't you?
l just got lucky.
Not any more, boy. You want to go now?
Save it!
SMASHER: You remember that fool l killed last year?
-He was a traitor too, wasn't he? -MAN: Not any more.
Hey, boy. l'll tell you what l'll do with you.
l hope you dig the grave for your boy.
What do you think about that?
Daddy, before you told me that you would never hit anybody.
That's right, l did tell you that, son. But sometimes you have to.
What does that mean?
Well, it's hard to explain. You'll understand when you get older.
-Okay, Daddy. -All right, then.
Last one to the gym does another circuit.
That's not fair, boss.
Are you all right, boss?
DENIS: Nineteen...
and twenty.
Oh! Come on, boy, you look gorgeous.
Four hundred. Only 100 more.
Good job. Go and hydrate. Hmm?
Come on, sonny.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
MAN: Come on! Come on!
One fight! One fighter! Now go on!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Well done, Seanie.
Mammy found out he was living in Dublin.
And that's when l went to see him.
l'm sorry.
You're always sorry, boss.
l don't know what for.
lt's not your fault.
Well, as far as l'm concerned,
he got the short end of things.
Boss,
l was only thinking last night to meself,
and l don't want you thinking l'm being a funny fella,
but since you've been my friend,
l don't kind of think of him as much.
You're like the dad l never had.
Well...
You've been a good friend to me, too.
That means a lot.
Boss, l was thinking some more.
What if we were in the final against each other?
Well, l'd have an easy fight.
Seriously though, boss.
The title is everything to me, but l don't know if l could fight you for it.
Maybe we shouldn't think about things that may never happen.
l can tell you for sure l've been down on my luck for quite some time.
And the things that you're saying to me mean a lot.
l just needed to say something, you know?
lt could happen.
Well, sometimes that's all a man has, is...
something to say, and...
l'm glad you did.
MAN: Travelling men of Ireland, the first of three fights left.
From them, one Puck.
This is where the fights gets interesting.
You know the rules.
No kicking, no digging below the waist.
Let the fight begin!
The best you got, boy?
l'm only warming up.
That's what your mother told me last night when l was trying to get off her.
Stay down! Stay down, Chaser!
-Stop the match. Stop it! -No, Sean. No, Sean!
-Stop the match! -Go in there and they'll skin you alive.
lt's the Travellers' way.
Chaser, stay down! Stay down!
You, me. You, me.
Did l tell you l used to train with your dad?
And he was right. You're no son of his.
Smasher!
CROWD: Smasher! Smasher!
Somebody call an ambulance! Somebody! Get an ambulance!
That was me daddy's favourite picture. God rest him.
Will he be all right, Doctor?
l should probably talk to you on your own.
He's one of me family. He can stay.
As you wish.
l was able to do a tap on the brain and drain off the fluid from the swelling.
Early indications are that this should be as successful as we could've hoped.
So, he'll be okay?
You know, a coma is sometimes triggered by the body just to protect itself.
But l'm confident at this stage
that there'll be no permanent damage to the brain.
Thank God.
Seanie? Join you?
l've just come back from the council.
You know, we wouldn't feel any different about you
if you wanted to pull out.
lf O'Driscoll's gonna kill me,
then l don't know what's gonna happen to Mikey.
And if l don't fight, my son is dead.
l like to help any of me clan that has any problems or any worries.
But this thing, Seanie, you're gonna have to decide yourself.
Right.
Anything else, l'll be there for you.
Good man.
What are you doing here?
Looking out for my sweetheart.
This is a dream, isn't it?
Michael isn't. Neither is Chaser.
They both need you, Sean.
As long as l don't go to hell.
You won't.
Now wake up...
l wasn't sure what l was going to do.
But last night you made it all clear.
Maybe it's all meant to happen
so we can be a family again.
l love you, Shannon.
Come on, Daddy!
Daddy!
Mammy won't come. Says she couldn't bear to watch.
-What about this one? -Coco...
Would you take Mikey for some sweets?
-Just remember. Hard and fast. -Yeah.
BARRY: You're one dark horse.
Sorry, friends, he's not talking to anybody before the fight.
That's no problem. l just wanna wish him luck.
How are you?
Neiler was in the know.
Listen. Sorry. l thought you were throwing your money away after that night in the pub.
l guess l'm the crazy one now.
Enough of the gob exercise. You've got a fight to focus on now.
-l know. -Later.
Listen, l'm back on the booze. l'm gonna become a dad.
Come on, ladies.
Sons and daughters of the Travelling tradition,
let the Puck begin!
You know l'm gonna kill you today, buffer boy.
You might. But you're gonna be haunted by this day forever.
Ye know the story, lads.
Fight!
Come on! Come on!
Go on, Smasher! Go on!
MAN: Yes!
Come on, Smasher!
Come on! Come on!
Get the buffer!
-One, two, three, four... -Get up!
-Are you all right, lad? -Yeah, l'm fine.
You really do want me to kill you, don't you, boy?
Time! Time!
-l said time! Time! -Go on, boy!
Back off!
You on a suicide mission or something?
lf l can tire him, l can knock him.
Yeah. That's a big if.
You iust do the fighting and let me do the strategising.
-He's tough for a buffer boy, all right. -Just watch that hook.
-Watch it. -Whose side are you on, boy?
Time!
Fight!
Time out! Time... l said time!
Time out!
Get back! l said time! Time out!
Whose side are you on!
l think l busted my hand.
-How do l look? -Like a supermodel.
How do you think you look?
Just keep pounding him and you'll break him down.
But watch this left hand.
Good luck, Sean.
Another 10 seconds and l would've buried him.
Well, you didn't, so you better do it quick, huh?
-Do you think you could do better? -REFEREE: Time!
Fight!
l said no hitting below the waist!
Yeah!
l am the Puck! Yeah!
Come on, son. Don't give up now.
Do it for the young lad. For all of us.
SEAN: l'm not finished.
Hey!
We're not finished yet!
CROWD: Smasher! Smasher!
lt's over. You were out for more than 10 seconds.
-l didn't see him knocked out at all. -And neither did l!
Go away home, buffer boy.
l am the Puck.
You were the Puck!
This one's for Chaser!
You did it!
You're the Puck! You're the Puck!
Well done, Sean!
MICHAEL: Daddy!
Pavíe fír na h'Eíreann, men o_ the road,
welcome your new Puck, Seanie Kelleher.
CROWD: Seanie! Seanie!
Chaser!
-Where do you think you're going? -We're going to see Chaser.
Get security. Quick! Come on, come on.
Seanie!
How is he?
He squeezed me hand earlier, so at least l know he's listening.
That's good.
l got one better than that.
This is for him.
You're a good man, Seanie.
l'll leave that for him. He can have it when he wakes up.
WOMAN ON PA: Last and fínal boardíng call
on Aer Língus flíght 407 to Los Angeles.
Could all remaíníng passengers íntendíng to travel on thís flíght
please be proceed ímmedíately to Gate 26 on the Fírst Floor.
Promise me. Look after your daddy for me. Good boy.
Good luck, Sean.
Granddad! Granddad!
Hello!
We both wanted to wish you every good luck for America.
Thanks, l appreciate that.
Mind your dad. He's a good man.
Sean.
-Good luck. -l'll be seeing you.
Let's go.
Extracted & Repaired By: ~Abu Essa~