118 Continued:

KEN

Yeah they are there.

Cut to a shot of some of Brick Top's heavies waiting in a

car outside the campsite.

BRICK TOP

Where's that fuckin pikey?

119 INT. BACK OF WAREHOUSE

Brick Top is standing in front of Micky whose eyes are still

semi open.

BRICK TOP

What's wrong with you? You stoned?

Is he fuckin stoned?

TURKISH . -

He's like that before a fight.

He turns his attention to Micky.

BRICK TOP

Now you know when you're going down?

TURKISH

Of course he knows when he's going

down.

KEN

Hey fuck face, who's speaking to

you? He asked him didn't he?

TURKISH

Fuck face? I like that, I'll have

to use that one next time -I want to

impress your mum Ken.

MICKY

The fourth... or was it the fifth..

BRICK TOP

There's a campsite full of pikies

that might not think you're so fuckin

funny when they 'are putting the flames

out on their children's backs.

Cut to a shot of Brick Top's boys lighting a cigarette in

the car outside the pikies.

120 INT. WAREHOUSE

Micky appears from a small door at the back of the warehouse.

He approaches the ring accompanied with shouts of

encouragement and counter shouts. He's wearing a pair of

semi cut tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt with grease marks

down the front. Turkish walks behind him, Micky still looks

bored. He climbs into the ring. Then from the same door as

the one through Micky came out walks a larger character with

a nose that appears to have seen countless rounds with a

frying pan: HORACE 'GOOD NIGHT1 ANDERSON.

THE REFF

Alright lads no eye gouging no biting.

Do your worst. Back to your corners.

We drift again into Micky's pov, his world is becoming more

and more surreal. He can faintly hear Turkish whispering

words to him, but he's not really listening. A bell comes

from somewhere, and Micky instinctively walks to the center

of the ring. "Good night" is already there, they pace one

another for a second or two, Micky avoids a punch or two and

then he takes a hard one and he knows it, we flash to white,

Micky's in trouble: he lets one of his missiles go and BANG

it shakes "good night" to his core, all goes quiet. We go

to super slow motion: his knees buckle and "good night" is

in trouble. Micky maintains a frown as he watches his

opponent's knees threaten to betray him. The crowd tries to

digest what is happening. After a period of silence reality

dawns. Brick Top mouths the words in silence."Don1t go down

you fucker". The crowd wants Micky to finish the job. But

common sense reins back the coup de grace. "Good night"

eventually regains control of his legs and stumbles forward,

after a few sleepy punches he starts to provide a serious

onslaught.

TURKISH

I don't like the look of this Tommy,

bring the van up to the back door.

This goes on for two rounds (which is montage down to a few

seconds). We go in the mind of poor Micky. We break the

music just as it's starting to look dangerous... The bell

goes and Micky walks to the wrong corner. Turkish pulls him

back to his corner.

TURKISH (CONT'D)

They are on ya. You got to hurt him

Micky. Otherwise we are

rumbled....you hear me Micky? Do

-something, it looks like it's rigged.

Micky goes out again his hands are low, BANG there is a flash

of white as Micky goes down in the dirt. Dust rises from

where he fell. He gets up quickly, his hands are still low,

BANG he goes down again, in no time he's up.

(CONTINUED)