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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, d'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 youse?

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: D'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]