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[CROWD CHEERING]

COMMENTATOR 1: We are not
even halfway through the fight

here in Vegas and the crowd
is really eating it up.

COMMENTATOR 2: Both these
guys deserve to win,

but I don't think
there's a chance in hell

this fight is
going the distance.

Someone's going home on
their shield tonight.

This is relentless,
simply relentless.

COMMENTATOR 2: You know
what a good chin he's got,

but if he keeps eating
punches like that,

there's no way he's surviving
to the end of the fight.

COMMENTATOR 1: And that is
a huge blow by the Irishman.

[BELL RINGS] COMMENTATOR 2: Oh!
The sweat is just flying off

these guys here. The
energy is unbelievable.

COMMENTATOR 1: I don't think
either fighter's gonna quit.

They are really barreling hard.

[CROWD CHEERING]

COMMENTATOR 1: And that is
a flurry of brutal shots.

COMMENTATOR 2: He's gotta
find an answer to this.

He's gotta fire
back. [BELL RINGING]

CAITLIN: You have
him, do you hear me?

Just keep your distance.
Pick your shots.

COMMENTATOR 2: Caitlin
Harney is working hard

in the Irishman's corner
over there. [BELL RINGS]

COMMENTATOR 1: Joe,
they are not letting up.

COMMENTATOR 2: He has to
keep the pressure on now.

This fight is his to lose.

Look at that left
to the body there.

And a right to the
head. YOUNG BOXER: Mom!

[LOUD BANG] [SOUND FADING]

YOUNG BOXER: Mom!

Mom!

COMMENTATOR 1: Oh, and he
eats a right to the body.

And a left and a right.

COMMENTATOR 2: He's let
him off the hook there.

COMMENTATOR 1:
That is a huge cut

that's opened up above the eye.

COMMENTATOR 2: Brutal.
There is no way

the doctor lets this
continue at the break.

COMMENTATOR 1: No way.
That cut is nasty.

If he doesn't close the
show this round, it's over.

But he takes
another, and another.

COMMENTATOR 2: He's out on
his feet. The referee surely

has to stop this now.

Oh! COMMENTATOR 1: It's over!

It's over! He came so close,
but he's thrown it away.

[SOUND FADING]

[HANDS DRUMMING ON MAT]

BOXER: Can't hear ya!

Louder. Louder.

Let's go. All right, hit
it, hit it, hit it, hit it.

Oh, you missed it.
Oh, you missed it.

Where's your left?
Where's your left?

Hit, hit. [EXCLAIMS]

Rounded up a few
stragglers here.

BOXER: Nice one, ladies.

All right, let's
go. On your feet.

Come on. Right, who's ready?

KIDS: Me! I can't hear you.

Who's ready? KIDS: Me!

Great. Ten press-ups. Let's go.

[KIDS GROAN, PANT]

Let me see that twist.
Come on. Flick it.

That's right.

KID: One, two. A
little flick like that.

Parry.

Jab, parry. Jab, parry.

Now, remember, straight
down the middle.

Keep your arm straight, okay?

That's great. Now, one, two.

Lovely, lovely. You've
been doing good, right?

Can I get a photo
with my wee son?

Go on, get in there. Yeah.
BOXER: You want a photo?

Yeah. BOXER: Right.

Put your fists up.

Gorgeous.

Thank you. BOBBY:
Go on, double it up.

Go on, double it up.

CAITLIN: You all right,
Bobby? Yeah, I'm good.

We're just finishing
up the squirts.

Hmm? Finished that meal prep

I sent you? Yeah,
I'm thinning up.

I mean, what do you think,
kitty cat? Tight, yeah?

CAITLIN: Why don't
you go get changed?

Right. I'm going.

[HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING]

Pop that left. Pick your shots.

It's not a fucking brawl.
BOBBY: What's that?

Just tighten up.

Oh, she likes it
tight. [CHUCKLES]

Your rhythm's off.

Well, I can't hear a damn
thing. You're mumbling. [SPITS]

Turn that thing off, will ya?

[SONG CONCLUDES]

CAITLIN: Just stay
focused. It's hard to focus

when your man keeps
fucking with my flow.

[MEN LAUGH]

CAITLIN: Right, Bobby,
out of the ring.

Still got your floor
work to get through.

[INDISTINCT VOICE ON RADIO]

COMMENTATOR: Short one
with the right hand.

He's taking Mendez's
shots well too,

proving he's got a chin.

If he connects with one
of these big swings,

well, that could be lights out.

And if Mendez is
backing off here...

I mean, he needs to put
some pressure on him.

And his defence has
been terrible tonight.

He just cannot seem to
get into this fight.

Makes you think how well he's
trained. Has he really...

Give me another five?

I've got plenty I can
do. CAITLIN: Good.

Get to it, you lazy shite.

COMMENTATOR: Mendez slumps
onto his stool there.

The trainer seems to be
really concerned there.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[TAPPING THE PLUNGER]

[RETCHING]

Hey. You ready?

Pop.

[BLOWS]

You fucking with me?

Are you fucking with me?
I'm with you. [SMOOCHES]

Sad news from here
at the hospital

where Mendez was being treated

is that he has succumbed to
the injuries sustained...

CAITLIN: Here... over the
fight earlier this evening

and has regrettably
lost his life. Thanks.

CATALINA: The medical
team released a statement

confirming dehydration

may have been a factor
in the boxer's death.

There will now be a
full investigation.

Meanwhile, the boxing
community mourns

the loss of a talented athlete.

It has not been confirmed
whether the fight

will go on with a replacement
challenger at this time.

From Las Vegas, I'm
Catalina Pérez de Armiñán.

NEWS ANCHOR: That's the latest
news there from Las Vegas.

More, of course, as we
have it. Moving on now...

BOXER: You okay if I
head out for a bit?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Yeah, sure.

[SHARP EXHALES]

[GRUNTS]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES] [BOXER VOMITS]

[RETCHES]

[COUGHS]

[RETCHES]

DONNIE: Mmm.

Vegetarians.
Pescatarians. Vegans, huh?

Me, personally, if
I can't kill it,

I can't eat it. Mm? [LAUGHS] Mm.

Jesus.

Here's the man, right?

Highest knockout-to-win ratio
for a super welterweight, huh?

Hey, that's a stat that's
still unchallenged.

Nobody's close.

People don't care about
stats, only champions.

DONNIE: [CHUCKLES]
That's for sure.

You sure you don't
wanna order nothin'?

CAITLIN: No. I'm grand.

DONNIE: Okay, then, business.

CAITLIN: We weren't
already talking business?

You're Ricky Dove's
little girl, right?

That's no secret. Hmm.
Some trainer, your old man.

That must have been
quite the schooling.

He wanted boys, not girls.

We washed the towels, made
a lot of tea and listened.

Your little problem must
have broke his heart.

Mind your manners.

You fighting my
fights for me now?

DONNIE: Okay, then. Business.

I have a title fight set
in Vegas for next week,

and the contender knocked dead

after a goddamn celebrity match
with a fucking palooka YouTuber.

What kind of circus
are you running?

Johnny YouTube has a
half a billion viewers.

We wanted those,
so we set it up.

He wasn't supposed
to swing real hits.

Got all excited and,
boo, there you go.

Six months' work.

Venue, insurance,
pay-per-view...

CAITLIN: Yeah, and
a dead contender.

DONNIE: Yeah, sure, that too.

CAITLIN: If you wanna swing
by the gym and have a look

at a few of the lads,
you're more than welcome.

DONNIE: I got plenty of
contenders I could go to.

But who pays to see Mr. Nobody

from Timbuktu
fight a champ, huh?

People like a
comeback kid story,

plain as that, always have.

He's not a competitive
fighter anymore.

Yeah? Then why did he call me?

I was going to say.

He won't make the weight
check. We talked about that.

DONNIE: I'll take
care of the checks.

So long as he can hit
the official weigh-in.

So it's all worked out, huh?

I need you, and I don't
do it without you.

You know that. DONNIE: Hey.

Don't say no to a good thing.

You're carrying what?

One seventy-five.

CAITLIN: Don't
fucking bullshit this.

One eighty. I said
don't fucking bullshit.

One eighty straight.

Seven days. Six,
including travel.

That's 26 pounds in six days.

DONNIE: Look, it's
just a number.

Let's not get too
down here, huh?

[MUNCHES] Come out to
Vegas. Come to the facility.

We have trainers, man,
the very best. Hmm?

She trains me. [LAUGHS]
I can get you anyone.

Name a name. I'll
make it happen.

BOXER: It's you and me.

That's how I do it.

Or not at all. Right?

And if it doesn't go well?

We pull out.

I train him, and
we choose the team.

Sure.

CAITLIN: No
promotional bullshit.

DONNIE: I'll need a photo
shoot. Maybe one presser.

CAITLIN: Send over the deal
memo, including travel.

[MUNCHES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC FADES]

Hey.

You all right? Grand.

[SIGHS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

MANNY: [LAUGHS] Yeah,
the champ is here, baby!

PAOLO: There they
are. How are yo use?

Ah, jeez, it's been too long.

Thanks. MANNY: How
you doin', Caitlin?

CAITLIN: Manny. How are ya?

PAOLO: Here he is. Bring it in.

MANNY: Yeah, good,
yeah. PAOLO: You okay?

Yeah. That's flash, what?

MANNY: Only the
best for the champ.

PAOLO: Hey. How
you doin', champ?

You okay? Yeah, you good?

All right, man.
You looking good.

All right.

[HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING]

Thanks.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DONNIE: You said you'd deliver.

I'll, uh... They're
here. I'll call you back.

There they are. How the flight?

Yeah, it was good.

I fly you in, all
the travel trimmings,

and huh, all you
can say is "good."

No, Donnie, it was
grand. Thanks, no.

I just... I meant we should...

we should go and check
out the gym, that's all.

It was grand. Okay.

BOXER: All right. Let's
give you the tour.

[SONG CONCLUDES]

[DOOR OPENING]

Everything you need.

You don't gotta leave
this hotel. Got that?

Thanks, Donnie, yeah.

I appreciate you doing this.

DONNIE: You don't see it, you
let me know and I'll get it.

Okay.

Let's get this performative
bullshit out of the way.

[CLICKS FINGERS]

CAITLIN: What's going on?

I thought he was
taking care of this.

He will. He said he will.

That scale doesn't lie.

They want to see
the weight. What?

You said this was a formality.

He just needs to
get on the scale.

Hey, trust me on this.

They just need to see
what they need to see.

All right.

Are you sure about this?

Wait. Okay.

DONNIE: Ready, contender.

Jesus, Donnie. One eighty-six?
You're way off of 154.

This is nowhere even
close. Hey. Come here.

Don't look at him. He
can't help you none.

How long has it been, huh?

Five, six years, huh?

We go way back, right? Me, you.

We go way back.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Okay, gentlemen. [CLAPS]

Let's double-check
our work, huh?

We all cool with that?

[SIGHS] Let's try again, pal.

Strip all the way down. Hey,
help him with some towels.

[GRUNTS, EXHALES]

[WEIGHING MACHINE BEEPS]

One twelve. Try again.
He'll get there.

One twenty-eight.
One thirty-five.

One... One fifty-six.

One fifty-six! Hey,
how about that, huh?

[CHUCKLES] All right.

[SIGHS]

So, just a couple
of pounds to go.

No problem.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

KIDS: Fight, fight, fight,
fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight!

Get off him! Get off him!

BOY: Ah, go home
with your mummy.

GIRL: Mummy's boy.

SOLDIER: Out the car! MALE
VOICE: What you doing?

I haven't done anything...

SOLDIER: Get out the
car, you Fenian bastard!

MALE VOICE: Woah. Okay, okay!
SOLDIER: Hands on the bonnet!

MALE VOICE: Jesus.
SOLDIER: Do not move!

MOTHER: Get in.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

MOTHER: That hurt?

How about that?

Did that hurt too?

You men.

You get all the choice.

You get to be the
one that hurts,

or you get to be the one
that makes other people hurt.

Do you see?

A fucking minute!

[COINS JINGLE]

Go on, go get yourself
something. Go on.

Two gallons of water today.

Then drop it to one,
half, quarter, none.

Protein and greens.
Drop the carbs down low.

Sweat, cardio, sweat.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

You good, champ?

Nah, I don't rattle. I
don't lose sight of my goal.

I'm the best I've ever been.

And this Saturday, I'm
gonna conquer the weak.

If he makes weight.
[CROWD LAUGHS]

CHAMP: That's right.
Fucking asshole.

CHAMP: If he makes weight.
'Cause that dumb son of a bitch

thought he could crawl
out of early retirement

and come tangle with the best.

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

PAOLO: Let me check
over a few things.

That seems off. Scales
don't fucking lie, pal.

You should be below that.
We went wrong somewhere.

MANNY: It's all that
food weight, man.

He can't be carrying
that at the scale.

Sorry, are you the
fucking expert now?

He's eating when we're trying to
get him to lose. Manny, I love you,

but let 'em do their
thing, all right?

If we cut him off from
the protein too quick,

then he won't have enough
energy for the next four days.

And if you cut him
off from the water,

then his body shuts down,

and it'll try to hold on
to whatever fluid it can

and we'll be back to square one.

There isn't enough time
now, not by my count.

We've got time.

All he needs is protein,
fat and water. Right?

Protein, fat, water, and
exercise. That's the combo.

And we just taper it down
carefully from there. Right?

PAOLO: Right. Fuck!

MANNY: Jesus!

Are you leaving? I'm
gonna run a few miles.

You'll overwork yourself.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

I'm not clearing that up.

[VENDING MACHINE BEEPING]

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[MUNCHES]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[RETCHES LOUDLY]

[COUGHS]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

[SIGHS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

BOZ: Your mom pushed
you out into the world.

You know what that takes?
That's Herculean, man.

That's right. You ever
see a woman give birth?

That's right, you
gotta push, man.

You know what it is to push?

That's what you gotta
learn how to do.

Push against order.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]
Push against expectations.

Push against basic
cellular instinct.

You see, we've all been
lulled into a sleepwalk.

And we're all sleepwalking

right to the edge
of the abyss, right?

Limp, passive, sleepwalking
our way to the grave.

So you can quit now
if you like, huh?

Get on back to
that sleepwalking.

It's that easy if
that's what you want.

LUPE: Hell, no. [GRUNTS]
BOZ: Yeah? You sure?

Sure you don't wanna
take the easy lane? Huh?

Fuck that! Hell, no!

BOZ: And be some goddamn
cookie-cutter fighter

that Showtime can
mop the canvas with

for a few bucks?
LUPE: Fuck that, man.

You wanna be great,
huh? Yeah, hell, yeah!

BOZ: Yeah. You wanna be
a goddamn legend, huh?

Hell, yeah!

BOZ: So why don't you look
like you want it already,

motherfucker? [LUPE GRUNTS]

BOZ: Let's go! [LUPE YELLS]

Come on, man!
Fuck! Ha! BOZ: Huh?

Do you need a goddamn
permission slip

to take your eyeballs
off my fighter?

Water!

[PANTING]

[SONG CONCLUDES]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

[WHISPERS] Paolo's right.

We don't have enough time.

I know.

We agreed that was going
to be the approach, right?

By the book or not at all.

You and I agreed that.

I know.

So what the fuck are
we still doing here?

Hey.

You have to let me in a bit.

So I can understand
where your head's at.

It's just something I
have to do, that's it.

Why this fight?

You've been out
of it for so long.

Why now?

Jesus, Caitlin. Fuck's sake.

[EXHALES]

CAITLIN: Come on.

The truth.

So I need it, then, all right?

I stepped away and no one gave
a second thought about it.

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

I tried to move on.

But this thing...

this hunger...

stayed in me.

I know.

I put everything into
the gym. Our gym.

Our gym is...

It's what's kept me clean.

It's what's saved me.

And I put my heart into
it, Caitlin, for you.

But it's still there.

It's eating me from the inside.

But don't you see?

Title or no title...

that's not what's
gonna quieten down

what's in your head.

This hunger.

It never leaves ya.

You just... You have to
learn to live with it.

I can't.

I...

I won't.

I thought I'd get a little
older and maybe it'd stop,

but it's the opposite. You know?

The older I get,
the hungrier I get.

And I know I should be grateful
for everything I've got.

But I'm not.

I'm sorry.

And every time I
train someone up...

every time I see them in
the ring instead of me,

I feel like next time I
should be in the ring.

And that's time
I don't get back.

And maybe...

maybe this is my last
shot before it's all over.

I just need to get in
that ring, Caitlin.

You know?

And I need you to get me there.

All right?

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[BIRDS CAWING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[CUTLERY CLINKING]

CAITLIN: Do you mind?

[GRUNTS]

He's not gonna make it.

Not in the time we have.

Not the way you're doing things.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

I know a guy.

Gets things done, but, uh...

[EXHALES] I ain't gonna lie.

It'll be rough on him.

The man's name is uh, Boz.

[SCALE BEEPS]

One seven six.

[BLOWS]

What's the diet?

PAOLO: Fifty grams of
carbs. Protein and fat only.

Bringing the sodium down
to 175 milligrams today.

BOZ: Water? PAOLO: Two gallons.

BOZ: Distilled? As
of today, of course.

Workout?

CAITLIN: Two hours on the
bike or treadmill twice a day.

One hour of calisthenics
after lunch.

Paint by numbers, huh?
CAITLIN: [SIGHS] Well,

we're open to suggestions.

Good, 'cause I got plenty.

Man, fuck this guy. We
don't need this noise.

Go easy, man. BOZ: It's okay.

Don't dial it back for me, kid.

A decade ago, you
had a title shot

and you got caught in
the sixth, I remember.

Eye opened up like a
Christmas present. Hmm?

That won't happen this time.
BOZ: You could have won.

You had him on the ropes.

What stopped you?
MANNY: It don't matter.

Saturday night he's
taking the strap.

Nah.

Not from my view.

From my view, he's a loser.

Hey. No, no, no. That's enough.

We don't need him.

BOZ: You're not gonna
make the weight.

Not at this rate.

I got my team. We'll make it.

To make it, you gotta
take the brakes off,

and your team, well,

the problem is, they
care about you too much.

[SCOFFS]

Sorry, this is
your "listen to me"

"'cause I don't care
about your life" pitch?

Would you prefer a "make
my daddy proud" pitch?

[WHISPERS] It's okay.

You can't move ahead dragging
your past along for the ride.

That's extra weight,
extra fuel to burn.

That shit comes at a cost.

You wanna be another statistic,
a has-been on repeat?

Your girl loves you,

so she's only gonna
hurt you so much.

What you need is someone
that loves something

more than they love you.

Your girl's right about me.

I don't give a shit
about your life.

The only thing I care
about is winning.

To me, you're nothing
but a poker chip.

[LAUGHS]

You bring me on,
you better be ready.

Because there's no
ripcord, no parachute.

But come Saturday,

I will deliver you to
that squared circle.

And then the rest...

is up to you.

Huh?

[EXHALES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[EXHALES]

Mom. I'm hungry.

[BALL THUDS] KIDS: Whoa!

Okay. [CAR ENGINE STARTING]

SOLDIER 1: Yeah, no, he was
saying that the other day...

Here we go. There's Paddy Mcgoo.

SOLDIER 2: Ready for your date?

SOLDIER 1: Here we are. [LAUGHS]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Wait here.

[SOLDIERS LAUGHING]
[CAR DOOR CLOSING]

All right, lads. How you doing?
SOLDIER 1: Hello, darling.

How you doing? You
all right, love?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

[MOTHER MOANING]

[CASH REGISTER DINGS]

[BOXER BREATHING HEAVILY]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

He's due for a break.

Yeah.

I think we should
stop for dinner.

It's a good idea. I'll
have a burger, lettuce,

tomato, onion, no
cheese, no bread.

He needs a break.
And he'll get one.

After the fight.

CAITLIN: You need a break.
We've been going all day.

[PANTS] I'm going. I'll go.

When?

To the shops.

What?

[PANTS] Okay, Ma, I'll go.

I said I'll go!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Paolo, he's crashing.

[GRUNTS]

CAITLIN: Manny. Manny!
PAOLO: Hey, you okay?

CAITLIN: Will you
help us get him up?

MANNY: What the fuck?
PAOLO: Hey, hey, hey.

CAITLIN: Hold on.
Just give it a minute.

Come back to me.
Come back to me.

CAITLIN: Listen to
me. Are you all right?

Can you hear me? Hey,
catch your breath.

Chill out for a second.

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[EXHALES]

CAITLIN: Hey, hey.
You all right?

How long?

About an hour.

BOXER: [SIGHS] Oh,
I needed that hour.

CAITLIN: Yeah. You
needed to rest.

You're not to keep
pushing yourself so much.

You're gonna end up in
the hospital or worse.

Worse is you don't make weight.

That's, uh, quite a
spill you took, huh?

Let me see.

[MURMURS] Let me
see. Yeah, he's good.

Let's get back at it. No.
We're taking the night.

That's cute.

Come on, now. We're back
at it, on the double.

CAITLIN: Babe... I'm
sol... I'm solid.

Um, I'm sorry, but
did I miss something?

Was I supposed to bring
my swimming trunks?

He took a fall.
He needs to rest.

When a fighter falls,
he gets the fuck up.

Isn't that right?

I got it. [GRUNTS] Fine, okay.

BOZ: We're not playing
here, all right?

You play baseball, tennis.
You don't play boxing.

You remember what I said, right?

There's no ripcord on
this jump. You hear me?

Nah, you didn't hear me.

Now, I'm telling
you for real now.

There is no ripcord.

Will you shut the fuck
up with that shite?

BOZ: There is no ripcord.
You say it for me.

There is no ripcord.

Ready to ride.

Fuck's sake.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[ROARS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

BOXER: You up? You
should be sweating.

I got this charity
thing now Donnie set up.

COMMENTATOR: Mage is
taking the lead here.

And it is going to
be Mage to win the...

Fuck.

BOXER: Are you not coming?

Let's not ruin a
good thing, yeah?

You run along now.

And get your ass back in
that sauna when you get back.

WAITRESS: Appetizer?

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[RETCHES, VOMITS]

[SPITS] [DOOR OPENING, CLOSING]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

[DOOR OPENING, CLOSING]

And here we have one
of our very own champs.

This is Luca.

He's at the very top
of our donor list.

BOXER: Luca.

Chipping away, are ya?

I'm tryin'.

Do you want a photo?

Can we have a few?

-I think we've got the photos.
-Yes.

We'll wait for you
in the hall. Yeah?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

CAITLIN: Hiya. Hi.

CAITLIN: How are ya?

[WHISPERS] How long
you been in here?

Like, forever.

Wow. That's a long time.

Flex that for me, big man.

[LUCA GRUNTING]

Jesus, you've been
hitting that gym.

Your body's the one
thing God gave you

when you came into this
world. You feel that, right?

Yeah.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

But this body's
nothing but a tool.

This is where the
fight happens, up here.

This is where you win.

So you make that body strong
to get all you deserve.

But this is where you win.

But you keep it up here.

You keep it up here.

This is where you win.

[OVERLAPPING QUESTIONS]
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

How you feelin'?

Grand. Really strong.

Are you ready for the fight?

[PRESS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Okay, we gotta keep movin',
people. That's your five.

This is not gonna be like
the García fight, is it?

MANNY: Hey, man, shut
your fucking mouth.

Back up, motherfucker.
Hey. He'll make weight.

We have no doubt.
Well, what do you say

to the people who call
you a fat has-been?

[PRESS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

I'll do you a new
one, you fucking cunt.

You fucker! Fuck you!

Hey, your fighter just got
himself a lawsuit, Donnie.

CAITLIN: What the
fuck? What the fuck?

I need to get out of here.

MANNY: Man, fuck those guys.

Don't let 'em get in your
head. They don't know shit.

Give me some space, will
you? I'm not kidding, man.

They don't know shit about shit.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Is he staying here? Who?

The other fella. Nah,

I bet they got him set up at
the Bellagio or some shit.

He's fucking in there. Who?

BOXER: The champ!

Are you okay, man? BOXER:
I know you're in there!

MANNY: Jesus, man,
you gotta chill.

I am so fucking sorry.

Man, let's get you back in
the training room, yeah?

Hey, where you going, man?

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

COMMENTATOR: Plenty
of body shots.

Plenty of jabs to the face.

And a... a vicious left
hook of, uh, the champion

is countered by the
jabs... [BREATHES HEAVILY]

...into the face, again and
again, by the challenger.

And he's got an
impressive career...

BOXER: He's flicking his
jab, setting up that right.

Do you see that?

Fucking right.

Comes in with a fucking
sledgehammer, does he not?

He's weak, though.

Hey. You straight?

Yeah.

BOZ: You're gonna suffocate
him with worry, you keep it up.

[VIDEO PLAYING INDISTINCTLY]

You can back out.
There's no shame.

That's not entirely true. I
mean, there would be shame.

I mean, to quit now,

there would be massive,
crushing shame.

And the money. Don't
forget the money.

Crippling.

You do what you gotta do.

BOZ: What he's gotta
do is listen to me

for the next 48 hours.

You do that and
we're underweight

and in the ring.

Look, this is the easy part.

This is the part we just
squeeze you like a wet towel.

A little diuretic to
get things moving along.

He doesn't need that.

We're gonna dry you up
like a sweet raisin.

That'll show up in a test.

I don't recall either fighter
signing up for the VADA.

Are you a VADA poster boy, hmm?

He gets caught, that'll
be a four-year ban.

BOZ: Banned for four years?

From all that pro
boxing he's been doing?

Fuck you. Wow. We have
a real dilemma here.

On the off chance
that a fight run

by Donnie Hoff
springs drug testing

on its fighters unannounced...
CAITLIN: He has a reputation.

You have a community.
People who look up to you.

Nobody looks up to a loser.

Look, it's a little diuretic.

We can do this,

or shove a glycerine
suppository up your asshole.

Same result, two to five pounds.

There are legit ways to do this.

[SHOUTS] Let the man make up
his own fucking mind, won't you?

We want those pounds.

And this is how we
get them. [EXHALES]

[SIGHS]

Don't. Don't look at
me like that, Caitlin.

Caitlin, can we talk?

Outside?

[DOOR CLOSING] Yeah?

With the time we have left,
even with the diuretic...

Look, I didn't approve that.
No, I know. Even with it,

we're not gonna get there.

He has, what, nine pounds
to go? With a BMI of what?

Jesus! Yeah, I know.

So that's it, right?

Caitlin, we stop.

Now, you and I agreed.

If it became dangerous,

if it was a pointless
task, we stop.

Now, that is a dangerous,
pointless task.

And this Boz character doesn't
care about that at all.

Now, he will push as far
as he likes for a payday.

I know. PAOLO: If he
ends up in the ER,

or dead, that is on us.

CAITLIN: I know.

But you're not gonna pull out.

I can't do that to him.

Even if it kills him?

Well, I suppose we're all
slaves to our own Gods.

Do me a favor.

Look after Manny.

Manny's all right.

He's a puppy.

Be smart, Caitlin.

BOZ: Every last bit.

We don't want a drop
of that going back in.

Get him on the scale.

MANNY: You good?

BOXER: Where are we at?
BOZ: Back in the tub.

That bad, is it? We got time.

We'll get there. Don't
lie to me, Caitlin.

We'll get there, right? Promise.

Whoa, I thought no water.

-[SPITS] I'm spittin'.
-Oh.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[EXHALES]

Oh, my...

[EXHALES]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

You all right, Manny?

Yeah. This is normal, right?

Yeah, all part of the plan.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

BOXER: I'm all right.

Look, Manny, you
don't have to stay

if you're not feeling
good about this.

No. I gotta see him
through. Boss level, right?

Let's get some. I'm your guy.

Thing is, this isn't
the worst of it.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MONITOR BEEPS] CAITLIN:
Fuck. He's overheating.

Will you help me unwrap him?

We've gotta get
his body temp down.

BOZ: We go again in 15.

Let's get his core
temp down. Fifteen.

If I don't get his
body temp down,

then it won't even matter.

BOZ: So get his temp down!
Cold showers, ice him,

drive him to the
North fucking Pole.

It will only go down so fast.

BOZ: Oh, God. You know, you
should be a food inspector.

There's lots of flowcharts,
lots of boxes you can check.

Fuck you.

BOZ: This isn't a
vacation, honey.

[SIGHS] I thought you said
we were gonna make it.

We are, right? We got this.
No, we do not got this.

This moment is sand
slipping through his fingers

because of your
inability to commit.

You're questioning
my ability to commit?

Who the fuck are you?

We don't have time
for hysteria, sweetie.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, I'm not the
one walking around here

like some fucking
drill sergeant.

That's your fucking broken ego.

That's what taking shit
seriously looks like.

If your soft touch
doesn't apply,

maybe you wanna
rethink your role.

MANNY: Yo. Yo. You
got this, man, yeah?

You got this.
You're almost home.

Almost home.

Flesh and bone.

You're almost home.

What? Flesh and bone.

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[LUPE MUNCHING]

Heard you on the Boz
Express now, huh?

He's helping out the team.
[LAUGHS] All right, bud.

Yeah, 'cause he
really a team player.

Yo. I know you, man.

You knocked out González
in under 30 seconds.

Right?

Yeah. [LAUGHS] They
got us all set up, huh?

All-inclusive torture
factory. [LAUGHS]

All-inclusive torture
factory. [LAUGHS]

What are you working on?

LUPE: Eighteen pounds.

Big numbers.

LUPE: You know, Boz,
he a pain in the ass,

but he the real deal.

You know, he willing
to go there. You know?

Full throttle.

See, me and Boz, yeah,
we got all the angles.

You feel me?

You ever wanna go
a little extra...

I'm your man.

So, I got my ECA.
[TABLETS JINGLING]

Got my clenbuterol.

And these little beauties. DNP.

This shit'll cook your organs
if you not careful, man.

MANNY: That's messed up.
LUPE: Yeah, sure, man.

[LAUGHS] What part
of this isn't, huh?

[LAUGHS] Hey.

Here. On the house, right?
Super fan discount for my man.

Hmm.

There we go.

What, you gonna let all
that work go to waste, huh?

You're looking, Manny.
You want one, man?

I don't want that shit.

Help you move all that weight.

MANNY: Fuck you, man. Fuck you.
[LAUGHS] Yeah, come on, man.

Golden Gloves hopeful? [LAUGHS]

I'm gonna do that shit with you.

I'm gonna trip.

Yo. [LAUGHING] Yo.

Shit about to get lit, man!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[BOXER GRUNTING]

He do the full sweat?
Yeah. Full sweat.

[GRUNTS, BLOWS]

Shit. You got a ways to go.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[BOXER PANTING]

MANNY: Come on, champ. Let's go!

BOXER: [GRUNTING] Fuck you.

Tool.

Your body is a tool.

Your body is a tool.
Your body is a tool.

Go on. Go on! Your
body is a tool.

Go on. Your body is a
tool. Your body is a tool.

Go on. Go on.

LUPE: [LAUGHING]
You hear that shit?

[LAUGHS] I love that shit, man.

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

It's like my heart
gets going real fast,

like boo-boom, boo-boom,
boo-boom, boo-boom, boo-boom.

Then it flutters like it
knows the fight is comin'.

Like it's hungry for the fight.

MANNY: That sounds like
heart arrhythmia, man.

What the fuck you
talkin' about, man?

My cousin had that shit.

You gotta take
that shit serious.

What you talkin' about,
your cousin had that shit?

MANNY: I'm telling you. Huh?

You gotta take that
shit serious, man.

LUPE: You tryin' to fuckin'
hex me or some shit, man?

Don't fuckin' hex me.
You understand me?

Fuck out of here. [LAUGHS]

Like I'm fucking playing
games with you, man?

Don't fuckin' hex me, 'cause
I will fuckin' kill you.

You understand? BOXER: Lupe.

Sit the fuck down.
LUPE: Get out. Move.

All right. All right.
Move. Hurry up!

Move! Get out! Move! All
right. Shit, man. Fuck!

I'll fucking kill you,

you butter-bean-looking
motherfucker.

[SKIPPING ROPE] [DOOR OPENING]

I can't even skip with
this motherfucker...

It's easy on you, man.

I'm not looking for easy. I'm...

I'm here for you.
I'm in your corner.

I know you're in my corner.
Just not so close, yeah?

All right, Lupe.
What we doing, man?

BOXER: Let's go.

You okay? Yeah.

I think I'll play some
slots. Hey, Manny...

I mean, I'm in Vegas,
right? So fuck this noise.

I'll take it easy like the
mess. Manny, don't be like that.

All right, hit it. Let's go!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

LUPE: I think I
might do an enema.

I think I might do an enema.

Really throw that
shit out, you know,

really help me to just fucking
get that pound off, you know?

One pound, two pounds,
whatever it is,

I gotta get that shit off me
so I can hit that scale, man,

and I can get in that ring,

and I can do what
I fucking do, man.

Luscious Lupe in the
fucking ring, man.

Luscious Lupe in the ring,
man. You know what I mean?

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

The fuck you just say to me?

YOUNG BOXER: It'll hurt.

The fuck do you mean it'll hurt?

Huh?

If you dare hurt me,
I'll fucking hurt you.

Do you hear me?

You can fucking hurt me,
I will fucking hurt you!

[SHOUTING] I will
make you fucking hurt!

[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[KNOCKING] Open the door!

When'd you last see them?
MANNY: They went to the sauna.

But then I never
saw 'em come out.

I got worried, so I checked,
and they weren't there.

[KNOCKING]

Open the fucking door! Or I'll
call the police! [DOOR UNLOCKING]

You don't wanna do
that. Where are they?

They're resting. It's all fine.

You don't cut me out.
Not in the last 24 hours.

[DOOR CLOSING]

What the fuck's all this?
Just a little drain.

Nothing worth getting
worked up about. [SIGHS]

Fuck this. All right, come on.
We're getting out of here. Hey.

What? Why?

CAITLIN: We're leaving.

The weigh-in? Now?

I'm pulling you out. [SIGHS] No.

No, no, you're all right. No.

We're done. All right?
Manny, come on, help me.

BOXER: No. No. Come on. Get up.

Manny. Look, I can
stand on my own.

I'm all right. Good for you.

You can pull your fucking
pants up, then, too.

All right. We're done.

He's a grown boy, Caitlin.
Let him make his own choices.

I'm going to get
whatever license

you think you have pulled.

[CHUCKLES] That's not nice.

Don't think I don't know
where you came from.

You know what the boys
downstairs call you?

I'll knock your fucking teeth
down your throat, motherfucker.

Shut your mouth.
CAITLIN: Leave it, Manny.

He's not fucking worth it.

Come on, just help
me get him out.

Come on, just help me!

BOXER: Leave it, Manny.
MANNY: Come on, man.

Let's just get you suited
up, we can get out of here.

BOXER: Don't touch
me, man. Come on, man.

BOXER: I said don't
fucking touch me, Manny!

[GROANS] [LUPE LAUGHING]

You dropped him hard. [LAUGHS]

Manny, are you all right?
Yeah, it's all good.

CAITLIN: Listen to me.

It's now or never.

Please.

Please.

I can't. I... I...
I can't, Caitlin.

I just need him, you know?
I don't... I... I'm sorry.

I love ya.

I'm sorry. BOXER: No.

You don't have to go.
Caitlin! Oh, come on.

Caitlin! [DOOR CLOSES]

BOZ: You can't quit.

You can't quit, can you?

She never understood
that, your girl there.

She's one of those people

that sees forks in
every road they take.

See, the thing about people
like that is they can't imagine

a mind wired any differently.

But you and me

know there's another
kind of mind, right?

A streamlined mind.

An efficient mind.

No choice at all.

But that's our
strength, right? Hmm?

[CHUCKLES] Yeah. [GROANS]

Why don't you, uh,
take a minute, right?

Before we get that,
uh, IV back in. Hmm?

You're my guy now.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

BOZ: You better run.

You better run for
your life, son.

That's it. Juggle that
fucking ball, man. Juggle it.

Fucking burn those
calories, man.

Every last calorie.
Let's go. You better run!

You better run for
your life, son.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

BOXER: Are they
here for the fight?

BOZ: Sure.

We're all here for the fight.

We're only ever
here for the fight.

[HAIRDRYER WHIRRING]
BOZ: Every last calorie.

Come on.

[MUMBLES] BOZ: Attaboy.

Every drop of sweat.

We'll squeeze your damn
soul out if we have to.

All right?

All right. I got you.

LUPE: Yo, Boz. I got you.

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

LUPE: Yo, Boz, man,
where you at, bro?

BOZ: Hey. Here comes Mommy.

What's up?

Some service, finally, huh?

I have him in a wrap.

Man, come on, man.
Get me some ice, man.

[SIGHS]

You still good?
BOXER: I'm grand.

Yeah, all right. Fuck.

I'll be right down
the hallway. Yeah?

Okay. And... and don't
fucking fall asleep.

BOXER: No sleeping.
BOZ: Hey. Hey!

Stay awake!

Fuck it. [DOOR CLOSES]

[EXHALES]

Hey, Sully. I'm doing a
cut and I'm down a crew.

Two guys. I just
need an all-nighter.

Tonight.

Yeah, it's, uh, it's
the home stretch.

A babysitting job, really.

All right, so you didn't like
how Mexico City ended, huh?

Boo-hoo. Look, we
had our differences,

but I'm still willing to
bring you in on this one, huh?

Why didn't you tell
me you were in Florida

before I started blowing
smoke up your goddamn asshole?

Fuck.

Lupe! You good?

Come on, now. Come
on. Wake up, man!

How many pills
did you take, huh?

Fuck. Come on.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Lupe, I said are you good?

[PANICKED BREATHING]
[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]

BOZ: Okay.

Oh, fuck.

Out of the tub!

[GRUNTS] Out of the fucking tub!

LUPE: Fuck, Boz, man.

Yo, you messed up my
fuckin' vibe, man.

BOZ: Hey, come on, get up.

Fuck.

BOZ: Oh, fuck. [STRAINS]

Come on, out of the way. [GASPS]

Would you fucking help?

[GROANS]

Fuck, man. Hey...

You need me to call an
ambulance or somethin', man?

You gave him too
many fucking pills.

We should call an
ambulance, Boz, man.

Look at him. He's fucked, man.

You got a car here? Yeah.

[COUGHS]

Shit. Fuck man. Thank God, man.

BOZ: Come on. Come on.
Come on. [BOXER MOANS]

BOZ: Come on, easy. Easy, easy.

Come on. All right. Come on.

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

BOZ: All right,
all right. Come on.

[STRAINS] All right.
Come on, big guy.

All right. All right.

Easy, easy. Come
on. You gotta stand.

Take your hands off.
[BOXER BREATHES HEAVILY]

I gotta weigh you. Okay.

You're over.

Jesus. Okay. All
right. All right.

Oh, God.

[SIGHS]

BOZ: Yeah. LUPE:
[SIGHS] Oh, fuck.

You're on?

Here, come on. [LUPE SIGHS]

Man, where the DNP in here?

BOZ: It's too late
for that shit.

LUPE: You hiding my stuff, man?
I'm not hiding anything, man.

We have to sweat it out.

Man, I'm not sweating no
three pounds by weigh-in, Boz.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Would you stay over there?
Get away from my bag, okay?

LUPE: Just need you to
hurry up. Where is it, man?

BOZ: Okay. I'll find
it. I'll find it.

Get out of there, man.

Where they at, man?
Where the DNP, man?

Yeah. Okay. I'll
find it. Hey, hey!

You need to sit! Come on, Boz.

Where is it, man? Come on, man.

BOZ: Hey, hey, hey!
I need some air.

Is it in there? Come
on, Boz! Is it in there?

You got it? Hey, stay put, man.

LUPE: Where the DNP, man?

BOZ: Don't touch my fucking
bag. LUPE: Is it in there?

Is it in there?

Hey, idiot! LUPE: Fuck, man.

BOZ: Pick 'em up. Pick 'em up!

[BOXER BREATHES HEAVILY]
BOZ: Where's he gone?

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

BOZ: Hey, I told
you to stay put.

[GROANS] I need a rest.

BOZ: You rest here.

No. Fifteen minutes.

BOZ: You get your ass
back in that room now.

I'll be all right. Just...
just a bit of space.

I'm better on my own. Hey. Hey.

I'm better on me own!

[GROANS] Listen to
me. Listen to me.

Hey. [GROANS]

You breaking up with me? Huh?

No. No, man.

Don't be like that. Come on.

[GROANS] [GRUNTS]

I own this body.

For the next seven
hours, it is mine.

You hear me, flesh-bag?

[GROANS]

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

You're fucking
overdoing it, man!

This ain't no fucking game,
Boz! It's my game, man!

It's my fucking
rules, motherfucker!

LUPE: Fuck you! BOZ:
My fucking game!

Fucking asshole!

[GRUNTS]

LUPE: You said I was
gonna be a legend, Boz.

And now you just
forget about me, huh?

BOZ: Shit's tough, kid. [YELLS]

Fucking dinosaur.
Fucking yelling at me.

What, you think you're
gonna fucking scare me?

LUPE: Fuck you, Boz.

BOZ: I had a fucking old man
who used to beat me, man.

You're not gonna
fucking scare me.

They're going down
the fucking toilet.

You understand? How the fuck am I
gonna sweat before the weigh-in, Boz?

You got three pounds to lose.

Sweat right there,
right now. Come on.

Fuck it, come on, shadow-box
a little bit, motherfucker.

Come on, come on.

Throw it, throw it, throw it,
throw it, throw it, throw it.

Yeah! Motherfucker!

[FIST THUMPING]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Losing your shot, my man.

Hey, wake up. Hey.

You call yourself a
fucking champion, huh?

You call yourself
a fucking champion?

You ain't no fighter.
You an old fucking man.

You a has-been. Do you know
who the next generation is?

That's me. You know
who the champion is?

That's me, baby.

Yeah, I'm coming to eat
your lunch, your dinner.

I'm coming to take
everything from you!

[SCREAMS]

[SIGHS] BOZ: Stop playing now.

Get up.

I'm up. BOZ: Get up, man.

Get up now!

I'm up, all right?

BOZ: Come on, talk to
me. Stop playing, man.

I told you not to
take this shit.

What the fuck?

BOZ: Who's your daddy, man?
Who loves you, man? Come on.

Who loves you? Come on.

Come on. Come on. After
everything I did for you?

Come on. Come on.
Stop playing, man.

Hey. [SIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

MOTHER: That hurt?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

YOUNG BOXER: [ECHOING] Mom!

Sleeping Beauty.

He finally rises.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

Where's Lupe?

Hmm.

You're my boy now.

What?

Let's take that trip now.

Hmm? [SIGHS]

Let's go all the way down.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

"The journey is
the destination."

What do you... what do
you think about that?

What?

BOZ: I read it on some
billboard the other night.

"The journey is
the destination."

Can you believe that shit?

BOXER: Don't know.

BOZ: I think it's
something you say to losers

to make them feel
better about failing.

Failing?

You don't know
that word, do you?

What word?

You don't know that word at all.

Neither do I. [CAR DOOR OPENS]

[BOZ SIGHS]

Start digging. Burn
those calories.

[BOXER GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY]

[GRUNTING]

BOZ: The destination is
the destination, son.

How we get there
ain't the point.

How we get there is just
the cost of travelling.

What is that? What is that?

That's the weight
dragging you down.

[SIGHS]

Time to bury the fat.
[BREATHES HEAVILY]

BOZ: No ripcords.

BOXER: No ripcord. [GROANS]

You fuck.

[GRUNTS] Fuck it!

[YELLS]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[KNOCKING]

[KNOCKING] BOZ: One minute!

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[KNOCKING]

[KNOCKING]

What the fuck? BOZ: Oh, man,

these assholes can't wait.

All right. How you feelin'
this morning? Light?

Light and ready?

I'm ready.

I'm dry.

He hit weight? He
was nearly there.

The rest should have
come off while he slept.

I'd have kept him
on the treadmill.

I like to go to sleep knowing
that I did what I had to.

I slept like a baby.

DONNIE: Well, then...

let's see.

BOZ: Okay, let's get this
show on the road, huh?

[DEVICE BEEPS] [SIGHS]

[WHISPERS] Oh, fuck it.
DONNIE: What? We off?

That little bit?
So that's, uh...

Nearly half an ounce.
Ten grams, give or take.

Go take a piss.

I can't.

There's nothing there.
I'm fucking dry.

I said go take a piss.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Jeez.

BOXER: I said there's nothing
in there. I'm fucking dry.

Maybe jerk yourself off.
That could be five grams.

How about it?

[GROANS]

[GROANS] Fuck.

[RETCHES]

Christ. Get him in the room.

[GROANS]

DONNIE: Fucking dead-ass.

I put a lot of faith in you.

And you.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

That gonna be safe?

Shut the hell up and
let me do my work.

I got the whole fucking
circus down there.

You said you'd
deliver. He'll make it.

We'll fill the bag

and the rest'll burn
off on the way over.

Bullshit.

BOZ: The scale says
he'll be there.

You're there.

You hear me?

It'll burn.

[CROWD CHEERING]

This is your show.
It's all yours.

You ready?

Yeah. Yeah?

I'm ready. Okay.

Hey. How you doin'?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER] [SIGHS]

WEIGH-IN OFFICIAL: Over.

Fuck. Weigh him again.

It ain't gonna change,
buddy. BOZ: Weigh him again.

It ain't gonna change.

BOZ: You let out all that
air. You let everything out.

Spit your damn soul onto
the floor if you have to.

You hear me? Suck
it up. [EXHALES]

BOZ: Suck that
motherfucker up. Come on.

[EXHALES] All right, he's ready.

He's ready.

CROWD MEMBER: Hey!
Fix your scale.

BOZ: Easy. Easy.

WEIGH-IN OFFICIAL: No
hands. BOZ: Okay, okay.

WEIGH-IN OFFICIAL: No
hands. BOZ: Okay. Hey.

Hey. No hands. I'm not
touching him, asshole.

Hey. What is this?
What the fuck is this?

Sorry. Just he's...

Okay?

It's over. The scale's
fucking rigged.

What the fuck is wrong
with you? Motherfucker!

[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

BOZ: Motherfucker! DONNIE: What
the fuck is wrong with you?

BOZ: Let's get a new
scale. Get a new scale.

DONNIE: What the fuck
is wrong with you?

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Come on,
man. Hey that's your guy.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

DONNIE: There's no need to
talk like that, all right?

WEIGH-IN OFFICIAL: Come
on, now, gentlemen, please.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Gentlemen, please.
There's no need for that.

The scale could be wrong.

Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

No.

PARAMILITARY:
England's junkie whore.

MOTHER: No, no, no, no, no!

Please, no! Mom! No!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

YOUNG BOXER: Mom! Mom! No,
no! Oh, no, please, don't!

Don't hurt my son! Mom!

PARAMILITARY: Get on your
knees. Get on your knees!

YOUNG Boxer: No!
PARAMILITARY: Face forward.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GROANS]

[GUNSHOT] YOUNG BOXER: Mom!

Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ.

You need to calm the fuck...

Hey. Get your ass over there.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]
Now. Now I'm ready.

One more.

Jesus. BOZ: Weigh him again.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Under.

[CROWD CHEERING] [ROARS]

[ROARS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

COMMENTATOR 1: And
that's a great shot.

He's put up such a good fight,

especially after
all the controversy

in the build up to the fight,

this has turned out to
be an absolute classic.

COMMENTATOR 2: Absolutely
stunning fight.

COMMENTATOR 1: Both
these men have fought

like warriors tonight.

COMMENTATOR 2: I don't know
how they're still standing.

I mean, both boxers showing
an incredible chin there.

COMMENTATOR 1: The question
is now whether or not

can he last the next round,
can he finish the fight?

COMMENTATOR 2: Oh! And it's
another huge... And another.

COMMENTATOR 1: They're both
nearly out of the ring,

this is amazing, this has
to be his last hurrah,

last round, it looks like
he's put a lot of energy,

he's exhausted himself.

COMMENTATOR 2: He's got to
start throwing punches back.

COMMENTATOR 1: And he's
roaming around the ring here.

What a right, what a
right. Now he's back.

They're calling it a
slip, and back he comes,

the gloves are wiped down.

I don't believe this,
I can't believe this.

And has he got the strength
to finish? COMMENTATOR 2: No,

I mean, he's put a lot
of energy in tonight,

he's looking
absolutely exhausted.

COMMENTATOR 1: Thirty
seconds left, and his corner

is banging on the canvas,
telling him he has to finish it,

it's now or never,

and in comes the
flurry of punches,

the damage he has taken, I've
never seen anything like...

COMMENTATOR 2: Oh, huge shot there!
COMMENTATOR 1: And the ref...

the ref is watching
this closely,

watching whether he's
going to end it or not.

He's in real trouble. COMMENTATOR
2: He's really in trouble.

He's really in trouble. COMMENTATOR
1: He's against the ropes.

He's getting hit left,
right, and center,

and I don't believe it...

[BURGER SIZZLING]

[DIAL TONE RINGING]

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

CAITLIN: [OVER CELL
PHONE] Hey. You okay?

I listened to it on the radio.

BOXER: He was hard to
pin down, you know?

Dancing all over the place,
getting out of me line of sight.

I think I could have taken
him in the third round.

I always knew where
he was. [CHUCKLES]

I just didn't wanna face him.

CAITLIN: I think
there's a lot of things

you don't wanna face.

I know.

I'm sorry.

CAITLIN: You'd rather hurt
yourself than face it.

You're right.

And I hurt you.

CAITLIN: You're right there.

I gotta go open the
gym. Caitlin. Wait. I...

I need help. CAITLIN:
Yeah, I know.

Just, uh, come home. Okay?

I love you. CAITLIN:
See you soon.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]