Giant

He's out, that's it. It's over.

COMMENTATOR 1 The war is over.

He is for real! The Prince is for real!

Punching power George,

unbelievable punching power!

Absolutely the most memorable fight of 1997,

and... and Kevin Kelly doesn't want it to end.

The winner, and still

the undefeated WBO Featherweight Champion

of the World, Prince Naseem Hamed!

Excuse me.

Excuse me, none of this in here. Stay there.

What's this?

Boys, boys, get off! Get off!

Brendan, Brendan!

Yeah!

Brendan, you've gotta do something.

I am doing something, I'm entertaining the kids.

We're supposed to take 'em off the streets,

stop 'em fighting, and causing trouble.

All we've done is confined them to one space.

It's a bloody powder keg!

Ah, they're all good kids, Reverend.

They're all good kids.

They just need to engage, that's all.

Here we go now.

Dance and move, dance and move,

it's Saturday night!

I don't think they're dancing.

No, no. Oh, shite.

Sorry, Reverend. Sorry.

Here we go now, we'll sort this out now.

Don't worry.

Hey! The lot of you.

Back, back. Come on. Hey, come on.

Oi. Stop that. Hey. Stop that now.

Break it up. Break it up.

I tell you now, no fighting on the dance floor.

All right? You listening to me?

'Cause if you wanna fight, you take it into the ring.

Let the better man win. Come on.

The lot of you, now behave.

There you go.

Dance and move, dance and move.

Come on now. Move it. Move it.

Oh! Oh!

Hey, hey, hey, body shots only now,

body shots only, the two of you.

You, in the corner right now,

go over there.

Now, Terry, right?

Keep your gloves up nice and high, okay?

Let him windmill two shots into each glove.

Then I want you to drop low and hit him

with a left in the side and a right to the chest, okay?

The body? That's not gonna do owt.

Just bloody do it. Okay, get in there.

Go on now. Off you go.

Fucking hell.

Yeah.

No, come on now, he hasn't knocked

a feather out of you, hey?

Hmm?

See what happens when you use your brain?

Boxing, school, life.

A little education goes a long way.

Take it off the streets, bring it into the ring.

Might take you somewhere special.

Go on now, off home.

If you wanna learn, after school, weekends,

right here.

Good work.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

Well, then, it's the Don King of Don Valley.

How's that lad of yours getting on?

Coloured boy? He's a World Champion yet?

Harry. He's getting there.

Saw him having a shandy the other night

with some bird.

White lass.

Yeah, who he courts is his business.

Here, have a look at that kid.

Look at him go.

- Aye. - Hmm.

The little Paki can move.

Don't worry, we'll get him eventually.

(ON TV) The rioters were stationed

behind burned-out cars

they were using as protective barricades.

That's... that's it, very good.

Harder, harder.

Good man, good man, good man.

There you go.

Right, get those gloves up there now, Dominic.

- There you go. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

That's a good boy.

There you go now, right.

That's it, nice. Very nice.

There you go, keep going. Keep going.

There you go.

It's your turn now, John. There you go.

That's a bad boy. There you go.

There you go, son.

Drank all the bloody milk!

There you go.

Brendan!

Come on, John.

Come on!

Hey! Knock it off!

You'll break your bloody necks and the furniture!

Tea's nearly ready, go wash your hands.

And clean the dirt from under them fingernails,

you'll get worms.

Listen to your mammy. Go on now.

You're as big a kid as they are.

I know, but I'm a better dancer than they are.

- There you go. Huh? - Oh, you think?

Hey! Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Get your fucking spitty asses out of here now.

Get the fuck out of there!

Get away from here now!

There ain't no black in the Union Jack!

- Go back to wogland! - (LAUGHING)

Come on now. Come on now, missus.

Christ, I'm sorry about this.

Let me help you clean this off now.

- It's fine. - What?

Do you need the shop?

It's just a bottle of milk now.

That's all.

They need their baldy heads banging together.

Too much time on their hands,

that's what it is.

(INDISTINCT TV CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

A bottle of milk?

Aye, bottle of milk will do.

Are you the Irishman that runs the boxing gym?

- Yeah. At the Church Hall?

That's me, Brendan Ingle.

But those lads aren't mine, I'll tell you that.

Where'd ya go? Hello?

Nabeel, where's Naseem? Come on.

Hello.

Go, go quickly. These are my children.

- Riath. Riath.

- Nabeel. - Nabeel.

And Naseem.

And Naseem. Oh, hey.

They're having trouble at school.

Uh-huh.

On the street.

Can you teach them how to fight?

Ah, you wanna learn how to box then, huh?

Huh? All right.

You're willing to learn, to study?

They're hard workers, Mr. Ingle.

Hmm.

- I seen you somewhere before? - Dunno.

Do you hang around with a lot of seven-year-old boys?

How'd you get that cut on your lip?

Same way you got that bent nose.

- Hey! - (LAUGHING)

Oh!

Send them over tomorrow after school,

before their tea.

All right, lads. I'll see you.

One, two, three, switch. One, two, three, switch.

One, two, three, switch. One, two, three, switch.

One, two, three, switch. One, two, three, switch.

Okay, now back again. Back again.

Take a break then, just take a little break.

Are you looking for Brendan?