Toe the line, gentlemen.
No kicking, no biting, no gouging.
- Fight me here, farmer! - Put your foot on the line.
- Right. - Toe the line. Toe the line.
- Get away. - Put your toe on the line.
- Come on. You're yellow! - Come on!
Go on, scrapper!
Stop it. You've won, Joseph. Stop it.
What a fight! l knew you had it in you.
Girls, get up the burly-cue.
- What do you call yourself again? - Joseph. Joseph Donelly.
That's right. You clobbered that fella's brains out, lad.
l discovered this fella fresh off the boat.
Gordon, get this scrapper something to smoke.
Who's your boy there, Kelly?
A newfangled style of fighting he's got there.
He's slippery, all right.
Shake hands with Mr. D'Arcy Bourke, member of the city council.
l'll shake your hand, Mr. Bourke, but l'm not in a friendly mood.
l came here to fight. There's fight left in me yet.
He's a lively one, Kelly.
Would you box an ltalian if l scared one up?
l'll box any man you put in front of me.
Mike! Mike! Mike!
Jesus Christ, Dermody. When's your voice gonna change?
- We've got another pug. - Bring him on.
And l'll put money on you.
Place your bets, gentlemen.
The boy's got an appetite, Kelly.
Toe the line, gentlemen.
lt's nothing! l'm feeling grand tonight.
Steady now, you rogue.
- What happened? - Help me get him into bed.
Joseph, you're covered in blood. What happened to you?
He's been prize fighting, but he'll survive.
He had a charge of gunpowder in him that needed to go off.
And who might you be?
l'm Grace. l work at the social club.
l did well tonight, didn't l?
You beat 'em all. But don't talk now.