Jawbone

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Here we go, then.

The undefeated Jimmy McCabe

from Union Street Boxing Club.

He's up against Brian Reigate.

He's won all five of his bouts so far.

McCabe well supported here.

Reigate tall and rangy,

and he won't be messed about with

on the inside, I don't suspect.

His problem will be keeping

young Jimmy McCabe away.

McCabe loves to come forward

and punch away with both hands.

And can't quite get there

in this opening session.

Both lads just 16 years of age.

And it's all over! An excellent win

there for Jimmy McCabe in round one.

And this young man really is

one to watch for the future.

Ticket number BA224,

proceed to window two.

Two windows for 20 people.

Closed the window...

You got 20 people here,

you just closed a window.

- Excuse me!

- Sorry, love.

They're trying to take my home off me.

Please, two minutes.

Can you tell Mr Frintham

Jimmy McCabe is here?

I need to speak to him. He knows who I am.

Okay, sir. If you just take a seat...

Yeah, please!

Don't mess me about, alright?

He's dealing with my case.

Tell him I'm here, please.

Mr Frintham is out of the office, sir.

What do you mean, out the office?

This is my f***in' home!

This is my home!

- Alright? I grew up here.

- Sir...

- Why should I leave?

- Sir, I don't know the details of...

No, of course you don't.

But I'm telling you that.

F***in' left hand doesn't know

what the right hand's doing.

- I must ask you to leave, sir.

- What?

I will call the police, sir.

We do not tolerate aggression.

I'm not being aggressive.

Call the police...

Oh, go away. Please, just go away.

I'm alright. Please.

What? What do you want?

What do you want?

What are you looking at?

Don't stand staring at me.

I'm warning you. Don't act

like a f***ing gangster with me.

Do you understand? Walk away.

Walk away.

Walk away!

Hello, sir. Would you like to come

through to a quiet room, please?

Please.

Everyone wants to be a gangster nowadays.

Yeah, alright.

Okay, so you took over the tenancy

of your mum's flat a year ago?

Yeah. I grew up there, all my life.

It says you've been offered alternative

accommodation on numerous occasions...

- I don't want an alternative.

- ..and you've refused it.

- That's my home.

- Legally,

they only have to offer you

three alternatives.

The whole estate is being demolished.

That can't be a very pleasant situation

to live in.

Look, I'm not leaving. It's my home.

I don't wanna move.

Mr McCabe, you have had several warnings.

They will evict you.

Forcibly, if they have to.

I'm trying to help you, Mr McCabe.

What are they doing here?

Are they here for me?

No, it's just a precaution.

- Stay here and let me sort this out.

- No, I'm leaving.

- Please, sit down.

- Just tell 'em not to touch me.

- Mr McCabe, please...

- Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

- Halt!

- F*** off!

Stop fighting!

Just calm down!

You're under arrest.

Sign here, please, Mr McCabe.

Cheers.

The officer will show you out. Take care.

Thank you.

You've got more to prove

than anybody else.

Lovely. Give me three.

And again.

Pick your feet up, son.

You'll wake her up downstairs.

Come on, work. Last ten.

Right. Breathe up deep.

The Hoover's broke.

Bill.

You alright?

Bill, do you mind if I train, please?

Look who's here.

Alright, Jimmy, lad?

You alright, Eddie?

- How are you? You alright?

- Yeah, I'm alright.

I thought I'd pop in for a train.

Is that alright?

Yeah, go on. Go and get changed.

Alright! Let's get back into this.

One, two. One, two.

Bill, thanks for letting me train.

I'm not interested, son.

I've heard it a million times.

If I find any booze in here...

- Bill, that weren't mine...

- I'm sorry. Are you talking to me?

If you've got anything to say that

might interest me, please go ahead.

Alright... Shut up and listen to me.

You listening?

I find one bottle of booze in here,

just one, then you're out.

I smell booze on your breath

just once in my gym,

then you're out. Do you understand?

You got anything to do with the other mob?

Are you fighting unlicensed?

- No.

- You're not in touch with Joe?

No, I'm not, I swear.

- You're not?

- No. I promise you I'm not.

If I hear any talk of it

with my boys, any of my boys,

you're gone. Are we clear on that?

Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Great.

Thanks, Bill.

Now, give me a big sprint back. Big one!

Sprint back!

That's it, lads.

That's it. Come on.

No...

Bastards.

Please, no.

No!

No! No!

No!

Alright, boys.

Let's get the feet moving.

Come on, shake it out, shake it out.

Shake it out.

Just move the body. Get it going.

Lovely, son. Don't jump about.

Ain't a race. Good boy.

That's it. Nice and easy.

Come on, son. Loosen up, loosen up.

Relax, relax.

Get your balance.

Feel comfortable. Right?

If you're boxing a fighter who sets

himself before he throws a punch,

you got one of two things you can do.

You beat him to the punch. Ping!

Then ping, ping, ping, ping!

Or as he sets himself, you move. Alright?

Just move it.

Come on. Move your head.

Follow me.

Good boys. That's it. Shake your arms out.

I wanna see how you move.

Mean it. Your eyes.

You're looking down there, down there.

Look at your man.

When you look in his eyes,

you can see all of him. Alright?

Move, move, move.

Done me. I'm on the ropes. Sweet.

Come in.

Little bit stiff.

Go on, go on. Move. That's it. Good boy.

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