Savage Dog Page #2

It was only natural that they would

develop feelings for each other.

I'm not sure if Valentine lik...

Is that what you believe in?

No, I was never a believer.

I joined the fight because...

My Dad and my brother went ahead of me.

Where I come from, that's

just what you did.

Your home is here now, Martin Tillman.

Leave the past behind.

It was a shame as I told you

last night, you f***ed a penguin.

You know, it's so damned easy

to get so wrapped up in life

that you miss the precious

moments like this.

Toast to the future!

The future!

I'll be damned if we are

drinking to the past!

We're not going back to

where we have been before.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

No, seriously, Jack, I

was out in New York

Two weeks.

Tell me what?

Have you broken your hands?

How could I have broken my hands?

I'd become a f***ing baker.

Fair enough.

Never let it go.

(Indistinctive)

Get the f*** out of here!

Who is this cunting geez, huh?

You got summat to say to our lads?

There's a pretty penny out

there for legion deserters.

You know that?

You look like a fellow who

likes a good tear up.

Well, you know what?

This is your lucky day son, cos so do I.

Listen!

Is that your knees I hear knocking?

Go home!

If the idea is to have a fight,

there's your f***ing chance.

Martin!

That's enough!

You did your job!

- I told you I'm fine, OK?

- You're not fine.

- I'm fine!

- Turn your head.

Turn your head.

You're a big baby.

Now it makes sense.

We're closed, come back tonight.

My country,

my laws.

My revolver.

Martin and I are old friends.

Care if I sit down?

Not my call.

Thank you.

Isabelle, you better go. Come on.

Does she still believe

she's Steiner's daughter?

She is Steiner's daughter.

A great expense our mutual friend

Colonel Steiner threw

in a champion boxer.

Last night, someone knocked him on cold.

I decided I should meet

the responsible party.

Mr Valentine told you we're closed.

Why don't you come back tonight?

You just burned the most

dangerous man in Indochina.

Right now you need me more

than anyone else in the world.

Why don't you come

back and fight for us?

Steiner had the British

agent sent North.

So...

You can make some money.

Life can be good.

I'll take my chances here if

it's all the same with you.

If you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

Steiner needs to relocate his operation.

A bar like this would be a perfect fit.

Not my favourite customer.

We're closing early tonight.

I brought you bad luck.

Bad luck resides in our own conscious.

We inflict it on ourselves.

It seems to find me.

Listen to me, son.

I saw something inside you

out there in the rain.

Maybe you need to stop

running away from it.

Embrace it.

Martin!

I didn't think you'd be up this early.

I'll pray for you.

I want you to promise me something.

Don't ever watch me fight.

Or bet on me or...

be any part of what happens to

me when I get into that ring.

I don't understand.

Something happens to me in there...

It's a part of me I

don't want you to see.

I bring bad luck to

the people around me.

Martin Tillman.

I've considered your offer, and...

Leave or take you up on it...

Well, that wasn't so difficult, was it?

That's right! The champion's here!

OK! He's here!

And who's gonna win?

Yes! The champ!

Let's go! Let's go!

Martin Tillman!

What can I get you?

Gin and tonic, high bowl, old boy.

3 oz of gin to 4 oz of tonic water

splashed with lemon, if you have it.

You think I can find some

lemons here somewhere?

I've been in the North.

It's refreshing to hear

English spoken again.

Diplomatic service?

You might say that.

I'm looking for an Irishman.

A boxer.

He was here but now he's gone.

There are a hundred local

criminals in this vicinity.

Nazis on the run, murderers,

wanted war criminals.

What's with this guy?

In 1946, Martin Tillman set up

several large bombs targeting

RUC and B-Special Units.

We know he was working with his father

and brother who were part of the

flying column for the IRA.

But as they were killed

in one of the blasts,

he's our loose end, you might say.

Can't help you.

Well, if he does turn up, you can

find me via the British Embassy.

You look like a man that

could do with 10,000.

The reward money for information

expediting his apprehension.

D'you know what 10,000 looks like

in French Piastres, Mr Valentine?

Get up! Get up! Come on! Get up!

I hear...

You give your money to Valentine.

You ever wonder how you would

do in a regular boxing match?

Big money in America.

Madison Square Garden.

Imagine that.

I used to know people,

politicians, investors,

but I am SS Steiner.

And you...

are IRA Tillman.

I was sentenced to death

by a War Tribunal in absentia.

And you have the British

Secret Service hunting you.

So, all that we should ever be is this.

What we are right now.

Dearest Isabelle,

I'm sorry I have not been in touch.

I deeply, profoundly loved your mother.

And I'm sure what you would really

wish for me to say is that,

well that,

I love you too.

Well...

Unfortunately, I do not.

But you are, at best,

the daughter of a whore.

I deserve no such dignity

for your wishful thinking.

I was blinded by my own

lust and inexperience.

I could never love a daughter

of the woman who made

a cuckold out of me.

Who brought nothing but another

faceless, long uninhabited

this festering waste-land.

Cordially,

Hans Steiner.

How you doing?

Oh, we're winning so far.

There was a British agent

here asking after you.

I think he could catch

up to me, eventually.

The money is good, Martin,

but I don't need it.

Neither does Steiner.

You can quit when you want.

That's my military passport.

You can put your picture on it.

- Steiner won't let me...

- Forget Steiner!

Take the money from tomorrow's fight.

Go to America, take Isabelle with you.

You are as good as a bag of gel here.

And you don't even know it.

Go to the States, get

away, taste real freedom.

What about you?

I'll head South with my girl,

she's got family down there.

I'll do the next fight,

and I have to weeks til the next one.

Then I think it's time

to get out of here.

Whatever wrong you've done,

Does it matter to anybody?

Until you decide,

to go on living.

100,000 French Piastres.

That's the biggest part

you've ever taken.

However, no-one is betting

against you, so...

The odds are not looking

worthwhile, so...

You want me to lose the fight?

That was easy.

I told you there'd be no problem.

You give me a quarter what they get,

I'll make it a f***ing work of art.

You better make it look real.

You learnt a thing for

yourself, Martin, that's good.

Lose well, Martin Tillman,

your life depends on it.

I know, I know, strictly speaking,

I promised I wouldn't gamble.

But it's a sure thing.

But I did my research on this

guy, Martin will tear him apart.

We'll go South to your family.

We'll buy a bar, a big one.

Thailand, maybe, yeah.

When the Europeans start arriving,

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