My Name Is Lenny Page #2

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Why do you think

I'm still here every day?

Cos every day is a gift,

that's why they call it the present.

You alright?

Guv'nor.

Your dad is dead!

I said I'm the f***ing guv'nor!

He's a right raving nutcase,

that Roy, sure.

Yeah, well,

I am a more raving nutcase.

Oh, let it go, lad.

He's been committed, you ain't.

Not yet.

Roy Shaw

did a chunk in Broadmoor.

Nutted himself out of a cell.

They said he was

blind drunk on Largactil.

They tampered with him.

They gave him electroshock treatment

to control his temper.

Then they said

his ears was burning,

so they pumped him

full of Bavarian ginseng.

Even the Krays

gave him a right wide berth

when they ghosted him

out to Parkhurst.

He robs banks and breaks

bricks with his nut.

I seen him do it live

at the Monday Club.

He's insane.

And he speaks in tongues.

Right. Well, I know what I'm

going to do then.

I'm gonna knock him spark out

and be back in here for lunch.

- Carrots!

- There's a boy.

Ding, ding.

Where is he, then?

Good luck, Lenny.

What?

I'll give you a score.

He will need it.

- You alright, son?

- Yeah, I'm alright, mum.

Ding, ding.

This is Frank Warren,

he's promoting you.

He is going places.

- This is Valerie, Carrots.

- Hello sweetheart, Nice to meet you.

And this is our boy, Lenny.

Alright, Lenny.

I hear good things, alright.

There is a lot of money to be made

if we do things right.

Just because this is unlicensed,

don't mean it's illegal.

I remember you when you was

emptying them slot machines.

Well, the kid's got ambition, ain't he?

Nothing wrong with a bit of ambition.

Why should Solomon's and Duff

make all the dough? Eh?

Besides, I am giving most of

the money to a children's charity.

- Oh.

- If you say so.

Very noble.

Testing, testing,

one two, one two.

And it's the Guv'nor.

- Roy Shaw!

- I'm the guv'nor!

Testing. One, two, one, two.

The Guv'nor.

The Guv'nor. Roy Shaw.

Lenny.

Lenny boy.

One, two. One, two.

Testing, one, two, one, two.

There you go.

These gloves ain't right.

No, these are good gloves.

Nothing wrong with these gloves.

- How are we doing, alright?

- Alright, Frank.

- Have we got the purse?

- Yeah, it's here.

Lovely.

- What's this?

- Don't give me that look.

Money is money, right?

It's all we got.

Frank, these gloves ain't

right, mate.

Don't worry, you'll be fine.

There is nothing wrong

with these gloves.

- They are my gloves.

- I can't close my hands.

Lenny, it's just

a little bit of nerves.

I don't get f***ing nerves,

John John.

That's a boy.

You're gonna kill that Roy Shaw, boy.

Len! Len!

Len, calm down.

Len, what's wrong?

Len, it's time,

the Guv'nor has just got here.

He ain't the Guv'nor!

Alright, you go tell him that.

Right, out.

Come on out!

Len, Len, Len, come here, calm down.

Come on, look, Len.

Len, look at me.

Look at me. Now, stop.

You've got this, OK?

Look at me.

It's all up here

what you've got to do, alright?

- OK? Alright?

- Alright.

Now, calm down.

You're my man.

Now, come here.

OK. Now go out there

and f***ing kill him, alright?

- Alright.

- Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Out of Hoxton

and in the blue corner,

Lenny "Boy" McLean.

And out of Dagenham,

in the red corner,

the toughest man in Britain!

The Mean Machine,

the Guv'nor.

Roy Shaw!

And, ladies and gentlemen,

your referee.

You're nothing, McLean.

I want a good strong fight,

you two.

No punching in the nuts, no biting.

And if it goes down to ground,

none of that stamping, alright?

F*** off!

- You alright?

- Oh, yeah.

Come on, Lenny!

Get in there, Lenny.

Come on!

Come on, Len.

Is that all you got, Shaw?

Come on!

I can't watch this.

Is that what you got, Shawy?

You f***ing c*nt. Come on.

You're nothing, boy.

Oh, my God.

I'm making him a man.

I'm doing this for his own benefit.

Come on!

What a wanker,

he went out like a light.

Don't look at me.

He's an ex-pro.

What did you expect?

He don't train.

He's half cut half the time.

- He's out of shape.

- He's not only out of shape, John.

He's out of pocket.

I ain't living like this no more, Lenny,

do you f***ing hear me?

It is not my fault, Val.

He gave me dodgy gloves.

I couldn't even close my hands.

There is nothing wrong

with these gloves.

I won the ABA's with these gloves.

I will have a word with Frank.

I will raise the purse

and get a rematch.

Maybe get some of your pride back.

You are meant to be the pro

boxer here, John John.

You ain't done a good job of

training your cousin, have ya?

Val, he said he didn't want training.

He said he was going

to knock him spark out, to be fair.

You're his best mates, Carrots.

So how's he got like this?

Shut up!

You lost all of our money.

I'll get it back, Val.

Really? How?

I'll train harder.

I'll be better,

I'll be a better fighter.

You are a drunk, Lenny.

You've just lost all our money.

Tell me how are we going to get it

back, tell me how are we going to eat?

You're nothing, McLean.

- Roy wants another...

- No, John.

- You know what I'm going...

- One round.

I am promoting a fight,

not a mugging.

He is a bit nervous,

he got a bit ring shy.

I mean, he is great on the cobbles.

John, I can't sell tickets for

ring shy, alright?

I'm not interested, I'm sorry.

You're in this

for the long haul, aren't you?

I mean, your boy Shaw,

he is pushing 40.

Who's gonna fill his boots, eh?

I tell you what...

If you can raise a purse

big enough to turn Roy's head,

then you come and see me,

but no promises, John, alright?

Thanks, mate.

F***ing hell,

are you sure this is him?

Here, Kenny,

it's the Ant Hill mob.

Alright, mush.

This is Kenny Mac,

who I've told you all about.

Alright, short stuff.

I'm Lenny.

Hey, I know your boat.

I've heard you're a little bit tasty

- with your hands and all, ain't ya?

- Yeah, OK, soppy bollocks.

Alright, Ken. Carrots.

Alright, Carrots. How are you, son?

Have they rehabilitated you or what?

Do it standing on my head, Ken.

When's the man

want his motor back?

They've had a lucky dip, though.

F*** me, it ain't Benidorm, is it?

Listen, boys, we can make

ourselves a right few f***ing quid here.

As long as you can go through those gyppos

like sh*t through a blanket...

- Eh...

- We will all get paid.

Lenny, what do you think of

your new training camp?

Splendid.

Other than that big pile of

horse sh*t in the corner.

That's not horse sh*t,

that's a fly catcher.

Keeps all the flies over that

side of the yard and none over here.

Go and help yourself, boys.

Mind little Snowflake down there, won't ya?

Snowflake.

- Your own dressing room.

- Oh, lovely.

- You still thirsty, boy?

- Yeah.

John John, get us a crate of

light ales, will ya?

Yeah. You get your wallet out,

I'll get the beers, then.

Hey, how about we do

a bit of training?

Alright, well, get changed.

Looking good.

Have they set a date

for your ruck with Roy Shaw again?

- Yep.

- Is it gospel?

One more, one more, Len.

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