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- Ezzard Charles--

- - Oh!

One, two, three-

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Box!

One, two, three, four...

- five, six-- Over!

- Whoo!
- seven, eight, nine, 10.

It's over!-

No, Erik, was that a
left or a right there?

Erik?

There he is, just
like I told you.

Come on, guys. Give it a rest.

- Come on. We're just messin' around.
- Leave the poor guy alone.

Hey, Champ!

What's up? How you doin', Champ?

Oh, you know, about
60%. Tryin' to get a bite.

I told my friends
you were the Champ.

- Yeah, that's right.

I told 'em I kicked
the shit out of you.

Kicked the shit right
out of me. Sure did.

- He ain't no champ, Kenny.
- Yeah, I am!

Battlin' Bob Satterfield.
Number three in the world.

- Show 'em your moves.
- Oh, no, I'm shoppin'.

You can shop later.

Come on, Champ!

- Come on.
- Hey, let's go, Champ!

Come on. Show us your punch.

Let's have some fun!

- Wanna see some moves, huh?
- Yeah, show us what you got.

Show us your punch.

- Wanna see my punch?
- Yeah.

Aah!

What is your problem,
old man? Shut up.

Dude, is that how you
broke that guy's nose?

Yeah, yeah. Boom! Made the
Rock bleed. Yeah, that's right.

Come on, get up, Champ.

- Come on, Champ!
- I don't want to fight anymore, okay?

- Get up, Champ!
- No. I'm done fightin'.

Come on, Champ. One more round.

Oh!

Come on. Get up, Champ.

- Put your hands up.
- No.

- Put 'em up!
- Fight back, Champ!

Do it, man!

Kenny, the old man's beatin'you!

- Grab him!
- No, no, wait! No, no!

I'm sorry! I-I didn't
mean it, okay?

Right to the midsection!

Are you asleep?

I'm sorry. I,
um-What time is it?

- - All right. I'll
see you tomorrow.

- Go back to sleep.
All right, sweetie. Bye.

- - Hey.

Hey, what's goin' on?-

Just some assholes having fun.

Do it again!

- - Hey!

- Yeah! New champ now.
- Hey! What the hell?

I just beat the
champion of the world!

And he's down for the count!

- You guys are such assholes.
- Get in the back! Come on!

Yeah! Hell, yeah!-

Hey. Hey-

Old man, are you-Are you okay?-

Boys just havin' fun. You
know, it's fun to beat the Champ.

Well, you sh-

Yeah, you should, uh-
You should get home.

No, I am home.

You-You say you're the Champ?
What are you talking about?

Yeah, yeah.
Battlin'Bob Satterfield.

Number three in the world.

Hey.

How 'bout, uh-
Can I give you this?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

You done helped the Champ
when he was down and halfway out.

I won't forget this.

- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah, man.

I'm about 30% right
now, but I'll be okay.

Okay, well, you take
care of yourself, all right?

Yeah. You too.

- John, how are you doing?
- Erik.

Denver Times.

All right, well, there's
some weirdness...

with the smoking
ordinance at the casinos.

Um, just some of
the employees there-

I'm sorry. That may be a
good opportunity for an editorial.

The Indian gaming laws and
the responsibilities and so on.

And while we're on the subject,
Ralph, you know, if you don't mind...

I was thinking that maybe we could,
um, assign one of my guys maybe...

to do something about the NFL
draft, the politics involved and-

No, that's good. I
like that. Then, um-

And then my sports guys can
do an editorial on global warming.

- Oh, come on. This is serious.
- No, I mean it.

Guys, guys. You're up, Jo.

Well, the mayor's coming out in favor
of the, um, convention coming here.

So, um-So there's gonna
be a press conference later.

Well, that's that. Lunch
is on me at Duffy's.

- Anyone that can bring
me a completed crossword.

Awesome! Love Duffy's.

Are we sending anybody
down to training camp?

I have a budget for
a stringer, I guess.

- Well, I think it might be
nice to do a draft follow-up.

Yeah, sure.

Good.

Hey, boss. We got a
little buried today, huh?

- What are you talking about?
- The Jermaine fight I covered.

- It was a good fight.
- Oh, yeah. I buried it, right.

- Why?
- Something's got to get buried.

Well, that's what high
school wrestling is for, right?

I mean, it's a solid
story. Not a fact missing.

You had copy 40
minutes after the fight.

Yeah, you're like a machine.
All the style of one too.

- Wait a minute, Ralph.
- Do you mind sitting?

Now, listen. I appreciate what
you're doing, filling my pages.

And I don't want you to stop.

Hey, Ralph? Sorry
for interrupting.

Do you want me to
e-mail you those quotes?

Yeah, yeah, right. But
your copy, it's unimpressive.

A lot of typing,
not much writing.

- Well, Sam Kirby liked-- He
doesn't work here anymore.

The truth is... I forget your
pieces while I'm reading them.

Now, if this is the best you
can do, I'm not gonna complain.

But I know you
can do a lot better.

- Why is that, Ralph?
- Because of your name.

- Thanks for the talk.
- Oh, look, come on.

Look. Don't get like a chick
on me, all right? Be a man.

Recognize your
weaknesses and fix 'em.

Slow down a bit, you
know? Think quality.

I got it. Got an appointment.

We write it like this.

What the lawsuit is calling for
is an order to force the E.P. A...

to reassign its approval
over the water standards...

for the rivers affected
by the development.

Mm-hmm. Wyoming and Montana
are going to join as interveners.

Okay.

- Hey, was that you calling last night?
- Yeah, yeah, it was.

Sorry about that.

Hey, did you read the
article-Jermaine fight?

Yeah. It was good.

- It was, wasn't it?
- Very solid.

Yeah, solid. Exactly.
Metz hated it. Of course.

What didn't he like?

What does Metz-

What does Metz ever like? I
don't know. He wasn't specific.

You know, he's never
going to let me write...

on the Broncos or the Nuggets.

Well, maybe Metz
will come around.

It doesn't really matter because,
um, I'm having lunch with Whitley.

Today.

I might have a shot
at the magazine.

- That's great.
- Yeah, it is.

- That is great.
- Nothing certain yet,

but it seems pretty positive.

- That's fantastic.
- Yep.

Does Metz know?

Are you serious?
What are you on?

No, Metz doesn't know.

Hey, I was wondering if I could shoot
some hoops with Teddy this afternoon.

You know, Teddy's only
gonna get used to this...

if we stick on the
schedule that we agreed on.

We're separated, okay?

It's easy for you to say. You haven't
had your son cleaved from you.

All right, all right. A
little overdramatic. Sorry.

Sorry, I'm just-

Ball's in the play
box in the garage.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Talk to Metz.
- Sure.

So, um, listen, I was, uh-I was
sorry to hear about your old man.

Mmm. Thank you.

It was cancer, right?

Yeah. Uh, here.

Hmm. Of all places.

- Ironic, right?
- Yeah. We got the iced teas coming?

- Mm-hmm, sure.
- Thank you.

Look, we've read your
stuff, Fred Roselle and I.

And I'm sorry to
say, it's just not there.

Not yet anyway.

The consensus was
that it lacked personality.

Exactly.

I mean, Bing, last year,
under Kirby, I had 192 bylines.

That's the most of any reporter
in the history of the newspaper.

You say my stuff is
thin? Of course it is.

A lot of typing, no
writing. I don't have time.

And this year, I have a new
editor. So I keep an open mind.

And guess what? He's working
me even harder than Kirby was.

I mean, he thinks I'm a machine.-

Anytime I bring in a story with just
an ounce of heart, Metz spikes it.

I mean, this is stuff
that I think that...

the magazine should
have-magazine deserves.

- Okay, give me an example.
- Well-

- Is that the mango?
- Yeah.

- It's not the peach?
- No, it's the mango.

Sorry. I'm sorry.
Give me an example.

I mean, there's-I have so many.
But sometimes I feel blocked.

- I'm not very good at this.
- No, no, no. Just anything.

Just give me an example.

Um, crossroads. Uh, Elway.

You know, what does he
do now at this point in his life?

- Maybe he runs for governor.
- I get that one proposed and rejected

twice a week.

People don't want to hear
about their heroes aging.

Okay, okay. Well, then
what about Coors Field?

- The worst place to pitch-- The
worst place to pitch in America.

Uh, strikin' out.

Um-

Well, there's this boxer. An
ex-heavyweight contender.

He's, uh, living on
the streets of Denver.

- He's living in the trash.
- Yeah?

Yeah. And, you know,
he kind of patrols...

the neighborhood. He
calls himself the Champ.

He's a-He's a lovely guy.

And the story, it's
beautiful. It's touching.

But I tell Metz about it, and
he says, "Forget about it.

It's a dry hole. Go
cover the Jermaine fight."

What's his name,
the, uh-the boxer?

Satterfield.

Bob Satterfield?

- Yeah. Bob.
- Wow.

Are you sure? My dad
used to idolize that guy.

I thought he was dead.

- He-No, he's dead.
- That's what everybody thinks.

And that's why I think that
this story is such a great story.

I want to call it
"Resurrecting the Champ."

- And he's here in Denver?
- Yeah.

- Bob Satterfield?
- I saw him yesterday.

What are your plans for this?

Well, I thought
maybe I'd take my time.

You know, really work well
on it, work hard. Think quality.

And see if I can get
Metz to come around.

Well, if, uh-

If you can't bring him around,
I'd be glad to take a look at it.

Well, that'd be great.
That'd be terrific.

When he won in California,
it was already too late.

Mondale had already
had enough delegates.

Um, no, I think so.

Uh, November 30-

I don't have an exact
date. I can find one.

- Hey.
- One second. Okay.

No, I'll get it for you
and I'll-Okay. Bye.

- Hey.
- Hey. How's it goin'?

- Great.
- Can you keep a secret, Molly?

- Can you?
- Sure.

- Can you?
- Sure.

My name's not Molly.

Yes, that's true.
'Cause it's Millie, right?

- Polly.
- Polly.

Close. Yeah. What
can I do for you?

Uh, well, I'm doing a story
on a heavyweight fighter...

from the 1950s
named Bob Satterfield.

But, um, nobody
can know about it.

You're moonlighting. It's
none of Metz's business.

- You got it.
- Yeah.

What do you need?

Well, um, there wasn't
much on him on the Internet.

So I guess you're gonna have
to go old school on this one.

I kind of need everything
you can find on him.

From our library, New York Times,
L.A. Times, Ring magazine, of course.

If you can find out if there's a
Boxing Hall of Fame, that'd be great.

Anybody he may have
fought. Uh, trainers, anything.

Shouldn't you write
this down or something?

Plausible deniability.-

I've got to take that.

- I will get the information
and bring it to your cubicle.

Okay.

Let's go. Drive it in.
Take it into the hoop.

I'm a big ol' slow
guy. You can't take it...

inside on me. You can't do it!

- Foul!
- Foul?

Okay. Take some
free throws then.

Aim for my hand, all right?
Front of the rim, my hand.

Get it up there.-

You gotta roll it off the
ends of your fingers, okay?

- I suck.
- You don't suck.

You think Shaq was hittin'
baskets when he was your age?

- Yeah.
- Well, he wasn't.

He told me so himself.

He said that he was a big ol'
spaz when he was your age.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

But he told me that
in confidence, buddy.

So you can't tell anybody, okay?

- Dad?
- Yes?

Have you called up John Elway yet
and asked if he's playing next year?

You know, we keep
missing each other, buddy.

I hope he comes back.
The Broncos need him.

You know, I told him that you said
that. And he said he'd consider it.

- Really?
- Really.

So if he comes back,
you're partially responsible.

Are you gonna stay for dinner tonight?
Mom's making spaghetti and meatballs.

- - Would you like me to?

Hi, sweetie. Hey, Erik.

So, Teddy was just inviting me
to stay for spaghetti and meatballs.

What do you think?

- How'd it go with Whitley today?
- We'll talk about it later.

Are you gonna make more
money at the magazine?

Mmm, no. But that's not
really the point, buddy.

It's about the prestige.

And I'd probably have to write
maybe 15 articles a year. Maybe.

- That's a lot of stories.
- Actually, it's not.

It's only about one every
three and a half weeks.

That means I can really
concentrate on them,

make them good.

Then maybe I can become
as respected as your mom.

It could be like a ticket to
the big time kind of thing.

Los Angeles Times,
New York Times.

Like the story on the boxer
that you pitched to Whitley?

Exactly.

In fact, I better get back to the
alley, see if he's still sleeping there.

There's a man
sleeping in the alley?

Yeah, buddy. Some people
do that. They don't have a home.

Or friends or family. They
gotta sleep in the alley.

This sounds like it's
gonna be a very sad story.

No, buddy. It's gonna
be a hopeful story.

Don't worry.

Who's coming to
Career Day, you or Mom?

Well, I'm sure your friends
would rather hear about...

your dad's work
as a sportswriter...

than my conversations...

with Herb... Milton.

He's the city mass
transit accountant.

That was awesome. I'm
gonna go find Satterfield.

Your mom and I will talk about who's
coming to Career Day. Okay, buddy?

I love you. See you, buddy.

- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye.

- - Good evening,

all you boys and some girls.

This is Erik "The
Wow Man"Kernan.

And, wow, was
there a fight tonight!

In the hot, stale air of Las
Vegas, it was a three-round affair...

that carried the weight of war
and sin on its head and shoulders.

There was a winner.
That's for sure.

Jesus Christ!

You're Champ, right? Your
last name is Satterfield?

Yeah. Battlin' Bob Satterfield,
number three in the world.

Right. Okay.

- You told me that last night.
- Last night.

Yeah, you-Those, um, kids
came in here, and they were-

Oh, yeah, yeah! Yeah.

You done helped Champ when
he was down and halfway out.

Yeah. I'm Erik Kernan
of The Denver Times.

I was wondering if I could
buy you a cup of coffee.

I don't drink coffee. I
used to. But not no more.

Uh, how about a cold beer?

Yeah, I indulge in a
beer every now and then.

I think people would
love your story.

I mean, you were-You were
almost champion of the world.

Ah, that was a long time ago.

You fought LaMotta.
You fought Patterson.

You heard a whole stadium of
people stand up and call out your name.

- You remember that?
- Sure. Sure, I remember.

People would know you.

You could walk down the street,
everybody would know your name.

So, what you gonna write about?

I'm gonna write what
you tell me, your story.

Nah. Everybody already
know my name. I'm Champ.

Well, just in case.

Kernan. Kernan, like
that guy who used to...

be on the radio a long time ago.

- Yeah, he was my father.
- You don't say.

I do, yeah.

Your father ruined
Christmas for me one year.

He was on the radio talkin'all
about how I was a disappointment.

Christmas Eve, 1953.

I went from up and
coming to a has-been.

Nothin' in between.

Pissed me off, your daddy did.

Well, let me make it up to you.

I'll come back around,
next day or two.

Maybe we can have another beer.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
All right. Yeah.

Hey! You know, I
ain't gonna forget this.

You done helped the Champ when
he was down and damn near out.

I'm trying to find something
we can all listen to.

Well, I can put
together a list, I guess.

There are a couple bands that are new,
that are good. But they're not too loud.

- Yeah. Not all that acid stuff.

No, I wouldn't do
that to you, I promise.

- Yeah, what?
- Boss. Hey. Miller's out with the flu.

Yeah, I know, it's going
around. You oughta get a flu shot.

- I did.

They're giving 'em
out on the second floor.

Yeah, I did. I just was
wondering if I could cover for him.

Trailblazers are in town, and he
was supposed to cover the game.

- I'll just put together a list.
- I need those quotes.

I need more quotes
on the golf story.

- Hey, Erik.

Uh, I was wondering
if I could cover for him.

No, no. Duncan's got
the Trailblazers game.

I thought Duncan was
covering the bantamweight fight.

You're gonna take
the fight, and he's got...

the Trailblazers. I
promised him. I'm sorry.

Okay. Yeah. It's
just that my kid...

I was gonna take him because
he idolizes the Trailblazers.

They're his heroes.

I'm sorry. The Trailblazers,
they're his-they're his heroes?

- Yeah.

Now I know you're full of shit.

- See you, Ralph.
- You give it away like that.

No, really. I know now.

Boom! That's just the
way it happened too.

- I broke not the big bone in
his nose, but the small one.

Damn.

You kicked some
ass back in the day.

- That's right. Bob Satterfield,
number three in the world.

Yo, man, I gotta go though.

All right, youngblood.
Take it easy, baby. All right.

- Hey, Champ.
- Hey, hey!

You-You scared him off. He
thought you was the police.

- Well, I'm definitely not.
You remember who I am?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're the guy helped
the Champ when he...

was down and halfway
out. You that reporter.

- I'm honored. How you feelin'?
- Oh, you know, about 60%.

Have you thought at
all about talkin' with me?

No, I ain't been thinkin' about
nothin'. I'm savin' that till later.

What are you doin'
now? Are you busy?

- - Corners.

So I'm sorry I brought
you to a dog, Champ.

No, no, no. The white kid?

He's gonna knock the
Spanish kid on his ass.

- Don't you mean the other way around?
- Mm-mmm.

Kernan, who's your buddy?

- Tillman, Bob. Bob, Tillman.
- How ya doin', Bob?

Oh, about 90% tonight.

Um, you got any
more of those beers?

Sure. Have mine. Help yourself.

White boy's gonna
knock the spicky kid out.

No way. Gomez is
way too strong, man.

One, two, three, four...

five, six, seven, eight...

nine, 10!

This is over!-

How did you see that coming,
Champ? The knockout, I mean.

Oh, oh, well, I, um-I
see the white boy, uh-uh-

- Durant.
- Yeah. I see Durant, he was...

he was, like, takin'
that ass-whoopin'.

- But-But then I seen his eyes.
- What about his eyes?

Well, he, um-He figured out
that the Spanish fella, he had a tell.

See? A tell. When he switched
over from lefty back to righty.

See, I saw his eyes figure
out that the spicky boy...

he cocked his head to the
left before he made the switch.

He had that figured-out
look in his eye.

- You saw that?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I done seen it in my opponents'
eyes way too many times.

Ah, don't nobody want to
read about an old man like me.

Sure, they do. Most fight
fans think you're dead, Champ.

I mean, wait till they hear
what you've been through.

And that you're still
around to tell about it?

They'll shit themselves.

You'll be a celebrity again.

Champ, I gotta tell ya.

I'm in real trouble
where I work.

I'm just about down
and out myself.

I'm havin'a real dry
spell at the paper.

They're talkin' about firin' me.

Newspapers are being forced to cut
bulk because of the Internet and all that.

Champ...

this article is my title shot.

All right, son. All right.

You ask the questions. I answer.

Thanks.

See, Rocky Marciano...

he's gettin'ready for that
Jersey Joe Walcott fight.

And Rocky, well, he hired all
the good sparring partners around.

And they paid us at that
time, oh, what was it?

Oh, yeah, $50 apiece, I think.

- Come on, Rock!
- It was on a Sunday.

We put on an exhibition at
Grossinger's in New York.

Keep your arms up!
Keep your arms up!

You're gonna take Jersey
Joe down in the first round!

Oh, he was strong,
I'm gonna tell ya.

Hit me on the glove,
still knock me down.

But not out. See? I got
up. Started fightin'harder.

And I kept hittin'him on the
nose and hittin'him on the nose...

till his nose started bleeding.

And every time he come to
hit with that overhand right...

I'd get back and shoot
a short right up to him.

- And-And then his nose wouldn't stop.
- You all right?

Everybody was all concerned and stuff,
but, you know, Rocky was tough as hell.

He came back! But I had him.

He's goin'down,
Rock. He's goin'down.

Whoo!

That's just the way
it happened too.

Now, now, I broke not
the big bone in his nose,

but the little bone. Busted it.

Now, I-I-I'm not one to
give my opinion, all right?

But every time Rocky fought
after that, his nose bled.

Defended the title six times, but
always had trouble with that nose.

I'm thinkin' that's why he quit.

What about your father?
He must have been proud.

No, no. He used to whoop me.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, yeah.

Look-Look here, see?

- When did he do that?
- Oh, I think I was... nine years old.

What? Your daddy
never whoop you?

- No.
- Mmm. Well, you're a lucky man.

Merry Christmas to all
you boys and some girls.

This is Erik "The Wow
Man"Kernan speaking of pugilism...

where tonight, wow...

the art of the sport was reduced
to something less than that...

when one Thomas Kincaid entered
the ring with one Bernard Summerville.

As I sat watching the battle
from my humble perch...

beneath them, one
thing became clear.

Mr. Kincaid is no longer worthy
to carry the title of heir apparent...

in a world once inhabited
by the greats, by the giants...

by the Dempseys, by the
Walcotts, by the Lewises.

This is Erik "The
Wow Man"Kernan.

And we'll be right
back after these words.

Nice article.

- Yep. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Erik Kernan, Denver Times.

Hey, Ken, what's up?

Uh, I gotta call you back, all
right? Just a second. See ya.

- Hey, Ralph.
- Morning. Nice piece.

Yeah? Thanks.

Normally, I'd cut the whole
reading of the eyes bit.

But I don't know. It
smelled authentic.

I'm glad you liked it.

- Aren't you glad you didn't go
to that bullshit basketball game?

Yeah.

- Champ.
- Hey!

- Weren't we supposed to meet?
- Is that right?

Last night. We said we were gonna
meet at the park about an hour ago?

W-Well, here we are.

That's our piece. Page one.

How about that? There's
spicky boy on his ass.

How 'bout that?

Hey, uh-uh-uh-How
'bout I buy you lunch?

Yeah.

- Always this many people here, Champ?
- Mm-hmm.

- Food always this good?
- Oh, yeah, most times.

They do make a fish soup some
days, but you don't want to touch that.

Aren't you afraid someone's
gonna steal your cart?

No. We got this kind of homeless
code of honor, you know?

It's all right. Nobody's
gonna bother it.

You know what would
be good for the story?

If I could look at some
of the stuff in your cart,

see what you lug
around every day.

I think it'd be really
interesting for the article.

All right, we can do that...

as soon as you take
me to your house...

and let me go through
all your personal stuff.

Oh, you know, I listened
to my father's tape.

Christmas, 1953.

- Mmm.
- And he didn't mention you.

He didn't talk about you
till about a week later.

Well, maybe I got Christmas
and New Year's confused.

Is your daddy still alive?

No, he-Throat cancer.

Throat cancer. Wow.
That's, um-That's, uh-

Ironic.

Irony is when something seems
like it's going a certain way, and then-

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I
know-I know what irony is, kid.

You know, I-I've had a
lot of experience with irony.

Sorry.

So, you have much
formal education?

No, no. Didn't have much
schooling. I was always boxing.

I never dreamed, though,
I'd be heavyweight champ.

But I always thought
that if I got that shot,

I would like to think that-

that if I got that shot,
that I would win it.

Get that respect.

But you didn't get the chance.

No. No, no. Never did.

I had this fight with Ezzard
Charles. He was makin' a comeback.

If-If I beat him, then I could go
from number three to number one.

Then I could get that
title. Get a shot at that belt.

But he caught me and somehow
knocked me flat on my back.

Out cold.

That was a-How
you say? It was a-

That was a big
humiliation for me.

I had a couple more fights after
that. But I was only about 30%.

Wasn't no need
in me carryin' on.

I moved to Sioux City,
see? Up and left my family.

On account of the humiliation?

Yeah, yeah, exactly right.

I worked in the
horse stables, uh-

One of the owners, he-he-he found
out who I was, and he had this idea, see?

I told you before. You
can't be standing still.

You can't fight his fight! You
have to fight your own fight!

He boxed me in the West and
the-and-and-and the Midwest...

where nobody knew
nothin' about boxing.

Wasn't no real competition.

These were, how you say,
uh-uh-uh, non-sanctioned.

But, hell, I could be a winner.

So, I fought and fought. Must've
been, like, every other week.

Knocked all of'em out.

And in this corner, weighing
a lean, mean 185 pounds...

from Chicago, Illinois,
Battlin' Bob Satterfield!

But maybe I-I-l-
How-How you say-

Boxed-Boxed too much.

One day I was just plain
exhausted and beat to shit.

Some huge boy
knocked me down hard.

- - Knocked me in the eye.

And messed up
my vision real bad.

Then I-I-I-I-I just-I just
couldn't fight no more after that.

And that-That son of a bitch
owner, he kept all the money.

He said, uh, I had messed
up the merchandise.

So, then I hitched
my way down here.

I remember fighting
out here once.

Air was clean.

Been out here for,
ooh, 40-somethin' years.

Jesus Christ.

This is all I could
find on your guy.

I'll keep looking, but
there's not a lot out there.

- Thank you.
- Sorry.

Did you find the contact
information on Satterfield Jr.?

There are no listings in
Ohio, where he's from.

But I'll try New York,
and then Pennsylvania.

And we'll go from there.

- Thanks.
- I did also find this.

What's that?

Did you get that press
release from the mayor's office?

I'll call you back.
Come right on in.

What's this?

That... is Battlin' Bob
Satterfield. Fightin'Joe Blow.

Joe Blow. You don't
know who he's fighting?

- I'm questioning those
investigative skills there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We got this off a collector.
It's the only one we could find.

Beautiful.

To be a reporter back
then. Can you imagine?

You really are only as good
as the athletes you cover.

Which one's Satterfield?

He's, uh, this one here.

- See the scar on his back?
- Mm-hmm.

His dad gave him that when he was
nine years old. Can you believe that?

Perfect. Perfect.

Champ, how's it goin', man?

Champ. What's up?

Jesus Christ, man, what
happened to your eye?

Those kids do that?

- You probably need a drink, huh?
- I need a drink bad.

These guys are gonna give
you a drink if you sweep up?

Yeah. But they said the
wind done already done it.

But sometime they
change their mind.

Champ, I'm gonna
get you a drink.

But then I gotta show
you something, okay?

It's gonna blow your mind.

- - Hey.

I really appreciate it.

- So it's just two minutes long?
- Yeah, yeah. If that.

Hey, Champ. Champ.

Who's that you're
fightin' there, Champ?

Satterfield versus
Kincaid. Tommy Kincaid.

Never had it in him to hurt a
man. That was his problem.

He had skills though.
He had a hammer!

Where'd you get this?

Well, Champ, I'm a world-class
investigative journalist.

This is what I do.

- - Is that the same guy?

- Who? The guy on the tape?
- Yeah.

- I can't tell.
- How y'all doin'?

Hey, can I get that back?

Could I-Quickly, actually.-

Hey, Champ. Champ!

Hey, you all right?

I thought-I'm sorry. I
thought you'd like that.

You got kids?

Yeah, I got a six-year-old.
Boy. His name's Teddy.

Well, I hope that
one day, God willing...

your son does for you what
you just done for me in there.

Hey, wait, where you goin'?

I thought that'd be a
good line to exit on.

I- I still need
more for my story.

There's the-That-There.
That house right there.

- Don't stop. Keep goin'.
- Why?

Betty in there. She come
out here, she whoop us both.

- Who's Betty?
- Betty used to be my wife.

Well, she probably still is.

I thought lona was your wife.

lona was my first
wife. You got a wife?

Yeah, I got a great wife. Joyce.

We went to Columbia together.
She works at the paper too.

She was a grad student,
I was a sophomore and-

She got pregnant.

We're separated now though.

- Oh, she done kicked your ass out, huh?
- Yeah.

What for?

Champ, when I figure
that out, maybe I can fix it.

Mmm. I'll tell ya, you know, w-w-women
ain't gonna never tell you what's wrong.

And if you don't know,
that's just too bad.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

- You love your son?
- Yeah. Yes, very much. Very much.

Yeah, you gots to
love 'em, don't ya?

Gotta love 'em more than
anything in this whole world!

You gotta love 'em, like-How
they say, um, mucho grande.

- That's right. Mucho grande.
- Mucho grande.

My son, Bob Jr.,
with my first wife, lona-

He tells everybody I'm dead.

Why's that?

Is he ashamed of you because
you live on the street, or-

Oh, it's, uh, probably 'cause
I left him and his mama.

- Really? How old was he?
- Six.

So, that was what,
like, 40 years ago?

I mean, come on, Junior, get
over it. Move on with your life.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I like to come back
here to-to-to Five Points...

and-and just look at the house
and, uh, imagine Betty inside.

And-and just look at the house
and, uh, imagine Betty inside.

But-But-But I can't go in.

My feet say go,
but my head say no.

Look. You have to promise me,

you ain't gonna mess
with Betty, all right?

'Cause if you do that, th-then you
be gettin' in my personal business.

Okay. Okay.

Promise.

- Dad?
- Yeah, buddy?

- What kind of dog is Snoopy?
- Uh, he's a beagle.

- He doesn't look like a beagle.
- Well, that's what he is.

Keith's got a beagle, and she
doesn't look like Snoopy at all.

Oh, really? Thank you very much.

- Is that true?
- Can we get a beagle?

I don't think that's really my call.
Especially when I'm not in the house.

- Here's your
favorite table, sir.

All right.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Dad, look. John Elway.

Can I meet him, Dad? Can
I talk to him? Please, Dad?

Um, you know what?

It's really not that cool to
go up to celebrities in public.

But he's not a celebrity.
He's your friend.

Even still. Okay?

Why can't you just
talk to your friend?

It's a grown-up thing, buddy. Let's
go see your mom. Grab your jacket.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, hey, hey. Teddy.

- Hi, Mr. Elway. I just came
to say-- Hey there, son.

- Hey, John, how ya doin'? Sorry.
- Oh, no worries.

- What's your name?
- Teddy.

- Do you play football?
- Yeah.

Except my hand's not big
enough to hold a real football.

Let me see. Other hand.

I give you three years. Your hand's a
lot bigger than mine was at your age.

Well, we gotta go. I'll-I'll
say hi to Joyce, okay?

- O-Okay.
- Bye, Mr. Elway.

I hope you go back to
the Broncos next year!

He's a really nice guy. We
could have stayed there longer.

You know what, buddy?
That's just the way it is, okay?

Come on. Get up there.

You have all
these cool friends...

and I never get to
meet any of them.

You know what?
You're right. Let's fix that.

Good ol' Rocky comes with another
right, and I go, boom, up like this!

Yeah. That's just the
way it happened too.

Remember, Marciano was the only
heavyweight champ to retire undefeated.

- Wow.
- Yeah. He died in a plane crash.

Say, man, 'bout how old are
you, huh? What? Like, 15?

- I'm six.
- Oh! You look 15.

You wanna know how you grow
up to be big and strong like Champ?

Every morning when you get up...

gotta roll your sleeve
up like this and...

blow.

Yep.

And-And-And-And see, it ain't so
much about how old you are, all right?

It's-It's all about
your conditioning.

You got to build up your legs 'cause
you gonna need them for a long, long time.

And-And you got to live
right. You have to live clean.

And-And-And don't run-Don't
run around with the wrong crowd.

'Cause, because you can't
do that. Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Hey, Champ?

- Champ?
- Hmm?

- You okay?
- Yeah! Yeah, yeah.

- You okay?
- Oh, yeah.

Uh-uh-And-And, see, your
dad-Dad, he ain't perfect.

But he's doin' the
best he can. Yeah.

He been down and almost out.
But-But he loves you. Yes, he do.

And one day, he's
gonna get his shot.

So, if any of your friends don't
believe that you met him, you can...

just tell them they can read my
article when it comes out in the Times.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey, what's the matter? You
didn't like meeting Champ?

- No, I did.
- Then what's the matter?

I just don't like that
Champ lives on the street.

Yeah, buddy, I
don't like that either.

Maybe he could move in with us.

Yeah, maybe you should
ask your mom about that one.

Local network
was right behind us!

Hey, Erik. Got
something for ya.

Heard of this guy?

Um, uh, yeah. I've heard-
I've heard of this guy.

Good. He's the only one
Satterfield fought that I could find.

Most of them are
dead. I took the liberty...

of setting up an
interview time with him.

- When?
- Today at 4:00.

An interview with
the Raging Bull.

And... Satterfield
Jr. Of Chicago.

Only living relative.

- I could kiss you right now.
- I could sue you.

Awesome.

- Hello?
- Mr. Satterfield?

- Yes?
- Hi, this is Erik Kernan

of The Denver
Times. How ya doin'?

- Erik Kernan?
- Yes.

I wanted to ask you a couple questions
about your father. Is that all right?

- My father?
- Yeah.

Fuck you.

Erik Kernan.

- Erik, hi, Bing Whitley.
- Hi, Bing, how are you?

Good. Listen, I've got
our beloved publisher,

Fred Roselle, here with me.

- Can I put you on speaker?
- Yeah, uh, sure.

- Erik? Fred Roselle.
- Uh, hi, sir.

Now, Bing tells me about
your Satterfield story.

Honest to God, it floored me. I
thought he died 20 years ago.

- No, I see him every day.
- There you go.

You see, I read 10 stories a week
about fighters in their glory years.

But they never tell you
about the price they paid...

taking all those
shots to the head.

Well, he definitely
paid a price, sir.

Yeah, well, that's a
story I'll go along with.

Hell, I'll even get you on
the cover of the magazine.

And Metz doesn't want any
part of this piece, is that right?

No, he, uh-he
called it a dry hole.

That's just amazing.

So, uh, any idea how
soon we could see it?

- Well, I don't want to rush it.
- Of course not.

Uh, so I guess-I was
thinking maybe two weeks?

I have some interviews
I'd like to take care of and-

We just dropped a
retro piece on Gary Hart.

How about Monday?

Yeah, sure. Monday.
I could manage that.

Okay, beautiful.

Hey. There he is. Just
give me a second, okay?

Hey, Champ!

Hey! Hey, kid! How ya doin'?

- Just about 100%, Champ.
- A hundred percent?

Whoo, I ain't been a
hundred percent in years.

So, where's the photographer?

He's just across the street.
But I just wanted to, um-

I wanted to, uh-I got a friend of
yours who wants to talk to you.

- I ain't know I had no friends.
- Sure, you do.

Outside of you, that is.

Well, let me prove you wrong.

Hold on a sec.

- Yeah?
- Mr. LaMotta?

Who's this?

This is Erik Kernan of The
Denver Times. We spoke earlier.

Yeah. You said you wanted
to talk about Bob Satterfield.

Jake-Jake, I'm-I'm-I'm
standing right here.

Goddamn, Bob, I
thought you were dead!

Well, some days
I feel like it, yeah.

- Hey, kid?
- Yeah?

Besides Bob Satterfield, the only ones
who ever hurt me were my ex-wives.

Is that right?

Yeah. Well, you know, it's
really good to-How you say, uh-

Um, uh-uh, talk to
you. How you doin'?

I'm good. Real good. Had
some trouble, but I'm okay now.

I know. I know. I-I-I
seen your movie.

- You like it?
- Well, y-yeah.

Except for the part
where you knock me out.

Bob, you sure you're okay?

The kid tells me
you're out on the street.

You're a bum or something?

No. No, no. I ain't no bum,
Jake. I'm, I-I'm just homeless.

I-I-Look, I, uh-I
have to go, all right?

Okay. Bye, Bob.

- Thanks, Mr. LaMotta.
- Is he really okay?

Yeah. I think so.

I thought he was
dead. Boy, oh, boy.

There but for the
grace of God go I.

Well, thanks a lot
for speaking with me.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Champ! He just said
there was a time...

where you could have been
the best boxer in the world.

That's-That's really somethin'
comin' from the Raging Bull, huh?

Hey, Chris! We're ready!

Denver is now just one of
three cities left in the running...

to host the 2008 Democratic
National Convention.

New Orleans has dropped out.
So, that leaves Denver, New York...

and Minneapolis
still in the race.

Hey, Bruce! Bruce!
Can I take one of these?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks a lot, man.

- Mom, it's here!
- Bring it in!

It should in the
middle by the coupons.

Ah, there. You
got it. You got it.

Cool! The Champ! That's the guy I
was talking to you about, remember?

I know! What does that say?

- Resurrec-- What does that say?

- By Erik Kernan. Cool.
- Yeah. Cool.

- Erik, great job on the article.
- Hey, thanks, Rob.

Hey, Ralph.

- Nice piece on this guy.
- Thanks.

Word is you're moving upstairs.

Yeah. Maybe it's a better fit.

Maybe.

- - Answer your phone, Erik.

Kernan.

Hey, Boy Wonder, this is
Andrea Flak. How you doing?

This was one holy-moly
story you wrote.

My team was on it lickety-split.

You are on your
way to a Pulitzer, Erik.

And we want you here.

How you feeling?
Fan-damn-tastic?

I'm good. I'm all right.
Yeah. Uh-Who are you with?

What? Oh. I'm with
Showtime, yeah.

Oh, God. I loved this
article. Made me cry.

- Mm-hmm.
- And trust me, that is

a considerable compliment...

to your literary skills,
'cause I didn't cry...

when my golden retriever died.

- Be proud.
- Thank you. Thanks a lot.

So I'm sure everyone
wants a piece of you.

You must be swamped with calls.

- Actually, you're my first.
- That's a surprise.

Uh, looks like I have
some messages though.

Erik, we want to give you a
tryout at Showtime Boxing-

get you on the air,
in Vegas, interview

Kid McCracken after
the fight Saturday night.

- Sound good to you?
- Yeah, yeah.

That sounds, uh-sounds great.

Beautiful. Get your
tux dry-cleaned.

We'll talk.

You know, the syndication on this
story is pretty much through the roof.

You made me look good,
Erik. You did. Thank you.

- Really. Thank you.
- Thank you, Bing. Thank you.

See, Erik, this is the
kind of piece that can...

get you places. You're
gonna have offers.

- You think so?
- Oh, yeah. You're gonna have offers.

Now, all I ask is for
another year from you.

I mean, uh, uh-

- Hey.

Hey. This is Polly.
Polly, this is Bing.

- Hi, Polly.
- Mr. Whitley, nice to meet you.

- She works at the newspaper as well.
- Did I ever hit on you?

- Uh, no.
- What was I thinking?

- She's actually-I couldn't
have done this story without her.

Really?

- She's the rising
star of the newspaper.

Really?

Um, so, look. Well, can
the rising star get a dance?

- Yeah, sure.
Yeah. Okay-- Okay.

- Go ahead. Have fun.
- All right. I'll see you in a second.

- Bye.
- Nice meeting you.

Ballad]
- Okay.

- It's a great piece, Erik.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Yeah.

Metz, um-Metz
got pretty pissed...

when I told him I
helped you with it.

Why'd you tell him?

Because it made me proud,
being involved in the piece.

So, you gonna be on
Showtime now, or what?

Well, they've been
calling, which is-

- Not surprising.
- Amazing. Pretty amazing.

Pretty amazing.

What a night, right?

What a night.

What a night.

Hey-Just give me-Give
me a minute, okay? I'll be-

- I'll be back, all right?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Man Singing Pop]

Hey. Joyce, it's me.

Hey, why don't you come
out and help me celebrate?

Come on. It's early.

So, um, let me
ask you a question.

So, um, let me
ask you a question.

Yep.

Why didn't they use
the picture of me flexing?

I don't know.

Photo editor
makes those calls. I-

I tell you what. I would've
picked that one. Yeah.

- Yeah, that's the one
I would've used too.

Really?

So, we done good, huh?

Yeah, we did great, Champ.

Yeah? Hello?

Is this Erik Kernan?

Yeah. Who's this?

My name's Ike Epstein.

You write that article
about Satterfield?

- Yeah.
- Nice story.

Mm-Thank you.

But Satterfield's
dead. Twenty years.

Bob Satterfield died in, uh...

'82, '83.

I just saw him last night.

Not Satterfield.

Yeah, Satterfield. I-I-

I spoke with his
son... on the phone.

His son told you he was alive?

- No, but they don't get along-
- Let's get to the bottom of this.

Okay.

Did you talk to, uh...

Satterfield's trainers?

His ringmen? Anybody like that?

Most of them-I
couldn't dig 'em up.

Ernie...

Ike Epstein.

I'm good. Ernie, you
remember Bob Satterfield...

Chicago boy?

Mm-hmm.

Well, you think he's dead
or you know he's dead?

Ah, that's-that's what I think.

Okay.

Thanks. Take care of yourself.

He thinks he's dead.

It's impossible.-

Never use that word anymore.

Freddy? Ike.

Listen. You remember
Bob Satterfield?

Yeah. But do you
know that for sure?

Okay. Thanks.

No, they're good.
Thank you. Thank you.

He thinks he's dead,
but he's not sure.

- Who was that?
- Freddy Bingham.

Impossible. Freddy
Bingham is dead.

I just talked to him
on the telephone.

It was Freddy
Benjamin you talked to.

Freddy Benjamin is dead.

- Two years ago.
- I saw Freddy Benjamin last Christmas.

Freddy Benjamin is a putz.

Plus, he's dead.

Like Satterfield.

- Hey, Champ.
- Hey, amigo. Want something to eat?

Uh, nah. How you doin'?

Oh, about 80%. Oh,
maybe 90% today.

Yeah. Movin' up
in the world, huh?

Fella stopped by, gave
me a hundred dollars.

Read the article in the paper.

Champ, I got a question for you.

It's important. Um-

Do you have a... I.D.?

Anything with your-
Driver's license, maybe?

What do you need that for?

So that I can prove that
you are who you say you are.

I mean, this guy-this ex-boxing
guy-he-he thinks that you died, and-

- Some mornings I wake
up, I think I'm dead too.

Yeah.

No, seriously though. I
just-I need something, uh...

that I can prove that
you're Bob Satterfield with.

What did you say
your name is again?

Erik Kernan.

- Can you prove that?
- Well, I have a driver's license

with my picture on it.

- Well, who took that picture?
- The D.M.V.

And how did they know you
was who you said you was?

Well, from my last driver's
license with my last picture on it.

Oh! And who took that picture?

You see where
I'm going with this?

No, Champ.

I don't-I just-

I need-How about a passport?

Do you have a passport? Um, any-

I don't know. Anything
with your picture...

And your name on it.

Denver Times!

"Resurrection of the
Champ," by Erik Kernan.

- That's what I got.
- Yeah.

Except for that-that-that
video you got.

Where'd you get this?

I have a great
research assistant.

Satterfield/Kincaid.
I was there.

No shit? You were there?

- Really?
- South Bend.

I went to all the Satterfield
fights. That boy could punch.

I knew-I mean, he
showed me his scar.

His father did it to him when he
was nine years old. It's the same guy-

That's the man you interviewed?

- Yeah.

The one with the scar?
You're sure about that?

Yeah. Battlin' Bob Satterfield.

That's Kincaid.

- No-- Satterfield's
the other one.

You've been had, son.

Who would it hurt?

You, for one.

It wouldn't hurt me if
nobody knew about it.

Oh, is that an option, that
nobody will know about it?

Joyce, let me ask
you a question, okay?

How many newspapers
print articles with...

errors of fact in them
every day in the U.S.?

It's already done, Joyce.

It's printed. It's out there.

Then print a retraction.

I can't just do that. People
have sent in money to Champ.

- Then give it back.
- I can't.

I don't know where
half of it comes from.

It's not just the money.

The Showtime job?

Joyce, the point of
the article is still true.

Okay, Erik. It's a lie.

I mean, if you profit by a lie,
then you're the same as a liar.

If you write a great
story but it's a lie...

then you're just a liar
who writes great stories...

which is worse than
an ordinary liar...

because people who can write...

ought to be better
than your average liar.

So, you're a liar, and you let me
down, and you let everyone else...

who works on this paper down...

because you ought
to be better than that.

Is that simple enough?

- No, Joyce, that's not simple enough.
- Then let me put it another way.

You need to behave as
if Teddy was watching.

And the winner, by a
technical knockout...

one minute, six seconds into
the second round, Leo McCracken!

Hey, Leo! Leo!

Hey. So-

Leo McCracken-

Hey, Leo-Leo McCracken,
the new heavyweight champ-

- Oh, look, look, look, look,
look! Who's that? Who's that?

That's Daddy.

- It's your Daddy?
- He lived up to his nickname tonight.

Say something to your fans.

First-First I want to
say "Thank you, Jesus."

I want to say thank you to my
trainer, Tommy McCracken...

and my brother and
father 'cause they...

used to beat the living
crap right out of me.

And, Erik-Man, you always
believed in me, didn't you?

- Hard not to believe in 22-0.
- Yeah, you did! Yeah! Whoo!

- I get my mike back.
- Take that.

- Thank you.
- Number one.

- Looks like about all we're
gonna get out of him tonight.

Number one!

It's gonna be a long
night for Leo McCracken-...

one of the best
nights of his life.

I love you, Teddy.

"I love you, Teddy."

Hey. Hey.

Boy Wonder.

You were terrific.

Sit.

Thanks, Miss Flak. I, uh-

That was fun. That
was a lot of fun.

- Do you mind?
- No, not at all.

What a city. The only place
where you can do harm to yourself...

and others and
smile all the way.

"Fun." That's good.

- Fun is what it's all about.
I'm glad you had a good time.

I did. I did. I'm not-

- You want a drink?
- Sure, yeah.

- I'll take a scotch on the
rocks, please. Thank you.

Yes, sir.

They're all watered down. But
they keep 'em coming, God bless.

- Mmm. So-- Yes?

Do you think we can turn this one-night
stand of ours into a torrid love affair?

I'd like that. Very
much, very much.

Where's the smile, Erik?

Well, I guess
it's just that, uh...

I'm not sure what
I... actually did.

You were great. Photogenic.

Well, thank you.

That's the beauty of television. You
don't have to do anything. Just be.

So they tell me
your old man was...

some sort of boxing
hotshot, a real poet.

Yeah, yeah. He was, um-

- One scotch.
- Thank you.

So, if we're gonna do this,
if we're gonna make a deal...

um-

Of course I need to
continue with my journalism.

Um-So I can only work
part-time at the most.

Well, this is a full-time
gig, Erik, with full-time pay.

Take a good look at
me. Are you looking?

Yeah.

Does it look like I know
the first thing about boxing?

Does it look like I know the difference
between a hook and an uppercut...

or what a standing eight count
is or what a holding penalty is?

See, I don't have to
know what any of that is...

because Showtime has a
parade of boxing experts.

We spend a fortune being
the best in the world at this.

But I am the head
of casting, Erik...

and I am here to help
Showtime do what it does best...

and that is entertain the
shit out of its audience.

Because in the end,
absolutely everything...

is about entertaining
the audience.

There is no journalism
anymore. There's no news.

The people who cling to the hopes
that they can inform the world...

are only slightly less naive
than the people who think...

they can pray their
way out of a tsunami.

And do you know the one
thing people don't want?

Is the truth.

This guy who won-

McCracken.

Do you think anybody
really wants to know...

how badly his brains
got mangled tonight?

How badly his manager
is gonna rip him off...

or how bad his life's
gonna be in a few years?

Maybe end up on the
street like your bum?

The answer is "no."

It's "no."

Men want to see
triumph, and women, well-

Here you are, with
just enough credibility...

to make their
husbands not resent you.

Oh. That's-

That doesn't sound
like much of a job at all.

Well, it never does
until it actually is a job.

Who's Teddy, by the way?

- He's my son. He's six.
- Mm.

- I bet he's a cutie-pie.
- He is.

And proud as
hell of you tonight.

So...

would you like to come
have a drink in my suite?

No. You know what?

I'm gonna catch the last
flight out, but thank you.

Mm.

Monday we'll talk.

Hey.

Hey.

I took the last flight out. Wanted
to see if I could catch Teddy.

All the lights were off.

Well, not unusual at
1:00 in the morning.

- Did you let him watch it?
- Are you kidding?

Night of his life, seeing
his dad on Showtime.

What'd you think? How'd I do?

You did exactly as
I thought you would.

Joyce, I can't
get it off my brain.

That's because you're decent.

I'm gonna speak
to Whitley tomorrow.

I'm gonna drop the bomb on him.

Good.

I'm so fired.

It's cold.

I can make up the guest room.

You know, it seems
like everybody I know...

everybody I meet knows
"The Wow Man" except me.

The only image I have of him...

is a bus poster and
some audiotapes.

I don't want that to
happen to me and Teddy.

I want to move back home, Joyce.

I'll do whatever
you want me to do.

I'll... just do-

I just want Teddy to know me.

And you think because you're
here, he'll know who you are?

You don't know whether to run away
from your dad or to chase after him...

and the minute that you figure that
out, you're gonna stop running in circles.

Seeing Whitley...

it's the right thing.

Erik, you kicked ass on
Showtime. Congratulations.

- Thanks.
- Don't forget the little people.

Erik.

- Mr. Whitley, I wanted to-
- Come on in, would you?

...talk about my family. I
want everybody to know...

- that everything I've
ever done with my life-

Hello, Erik.

- I just want you to let
me do the talking. All right?

Erik Kernan, Riley Washburn.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I was a great fan of your dad's.

I'd like you to meet my client,
Robert Satterfield. Erik Kernan.

I traveled all this
way, Mr. Kernan...

to look into the eyes of the man
who dared to suggest in print...

that I was ashamed of my father.

The man you've been
interviewing-Tommy Kincaid-

has been impersonating
Bob Satterfield for years...

fraudulently fought
under his name for years.

There was even an injunction
brought against him way back when.

We've come to sue your ass
right off its hinges, Mr. Kernan-

you and this newspaper.

The author of the piece in The
Denver Times is Erik Kernan Jr...

the son of the legendary radio
sports reporter of the same name.

Kernan, who recently
began a broadcasting...

career, has not returned
calls to ESPN News.

Reporters must be held to a
higher degree of accountability.

Apologies don't-Apologies
can't fix some things.

- You can't go around saying
things you did not follow up on.

- Great. Great.

Nursing your wounds
with a little whiskey.

- There's a cliche for you.
- Well, what would you expect

from a writer like me?

- Right, Ralph?
- Yeah, perfect.

A little humility. And
it's precisely too late-

- Hey, you know what?
Could we change this channel?

Yeah, no problem.

Just change it to, like,
Golf Channel or something.

So, Showtime, huh?

I saw you. You were
good. You're a natural.

You know what
bothers me the most?

What's that, Ralph?

I only found out about
this piece when it came out.

You deceived me. You
set out to deceive me.

That hurts my feelings.

Ah, come on, Ralph.
Don't get like a chick on me.

The magazine is gonna
have to print a retraction.

How big, I don't know.

And Satterfield Jr. Is
going to want money.

- Could I get another one? Thanks.
- Yeah, just a sec.

- And S-Are you listening to me?
- Yep.

- I'm over here. Look at me.
- Yes, sir.

There's gonna be a
settlement meeting...

at 3:30 tomorrow afternoon.

You're expected to be there.

Okay.

You know, Whitley's
gonna be out on his ass...

on account of this-
his watch and all that.

And there's gonna
be an internal review.

We're gonna wanna
talk to your wife.

What are you talking about?

We want to make sure Joyce
didn't have something to do with this.

You know Joyce
didn't have anything...

to do with this. I
didn't know about this.

Joyce is a brilliant journalist.

It'd be a damn shame if you
somehow sucked her down to your level.

Tell me.

Was it just sloppy journalism,
or did-did you know it was a lie?

- What?
- Yeah. Whatever it took to be worthy

of your last name, right?

Here's-Here. Look.

That's Satterfield's obituary.
The Chicago Defender.

A black paper.
Misfiled, but it was there.

You ought to resign. Save the
paper the hassle of firing you.

That's for the bum.

People have been
sending him dough for days.

Ralph, he's not a bum.

He's homeless.

Nah, he's a bum.

- Champ.
- Hey, kid, how ya doin'?

- This is for you.
- What's that?

Open it.

- People who read your
article sent it in. It's for you.

It's for poor Bob Satterfield.

Well, people can be nice.

You're not Bob Satterfield.

Who says?

His son, for one.

Yeah, well, he always
telling people I'm dead.

The Chicago Defender.
Ike Epstein. You know him?

- Sure, I know Ike! How he doin'?
- He saw the tape, Champ.

You're Tommy Kincaid.

Bob Satterfield knocked
you out in the second round!

- - You made a fool out of me.

I didn't make no fool out of you.
Maybe you made a fool out yourself.

Why, because I believed you?
You put my reputation on the line!

I didn't know you had one.
I ain't never heard of you.

Yeah, well, I never
heard of you either.

- I'm Battlin' Bob Satterfield.
- Bullshit! Bullshit!

I've been Satterfield longer than
you been whoever you say you is.

Now just go on. Ain't
nothin' else here for you.

I can't believe I let another
loser break my heart.

I ain't no loser. I
fought Ezzard Charles.

I-I-I fought Harold Johnson
at the Polo Grounds.

Went the distance with Floyd
Patterson. I-I-I broke Marciano's nose!

- You're nothing. You're nobody.
- What you doin', kid? It's over.

- Just go home, okay?
- You're just another stumblebum!

Um, um, hi.

400 block of Curtis-

Yeah. Yeah, there's-
He got knocked out,

and the guy's down.
He's down on the ground.

It's a homeless guy. Tell them-

Uh, yeah, this guy with a cart-

Because I work for The
Denver Times, and he's just-

He-He was a-He was a homeless
man, and he was an ex-boxer...

and, I don't know, I
thought it was a good story.

- Oh, yeah, you're
that, uh-that writer guy.

Yeah. I'm that writer guy.

- And I want to press charges,
okay, because the man is-

Officer, um, excuse me.

- I'm sorry. My-

He's a threat to the
community, is what he is.

- My husband is heavily medicated.
- I want him locked up.

He can't be expected to make
critical judgments at this time.

- We'll let you know when
he starts making sense.

Okay.

Okay. Uh, top one's
from Showtime.

What?

Nothing.

Joyce, I don't need
this right now, okay?

I don't need a
lecture. All right?

I know I screwed up.
It's all on me, okay?

I'll take care of it myself.

Oh, well, you certainly demonstrated
that you can handle yourself just fine.

I mean, I get drunk
and pick fights...

- with professional
boxers when I'm upset too.

Yeah.

What do you want? What?

I mean-Okay.

I'm a monumental screw-up.

There. Alert the media.

Oh, that's long done.
It's all over the wires.

- Kernan, the great
name in journalism, sullied.

The Rocky Mountain News
and the Post have essays...

on your quote-unquote "colossal
blunder" on the front page tomorrow.

Great.

I went to see him.

At the jailhouse.

He wouldn't talk to me.

He wouldn't talk to the other
reporters camped out at the jail either.

See, he's protecting
your byline.

He still thinks he's
helping his friend.

He humiliated me.

He lied to you.
That's his fault.

You're a journalist. You
believed him. That's your fault.

Not to mention the fact
that you're a boxing...

beat reporter on a
major American daily...

and until a few weeks ago, you
didn't know who Bob Satterfield was.

Look, Erik. You have a
chance to forgive this old man.

Take it.

Okay, I'll take it.

You owe me. Remember that.

I'll remember.

Nice suit.

Yeah, the Salvation Army gives
them to the police department.

But I think they're knockoffs,
'cause this say "Omani."

Armani starts with a "A," right?

You have anywhere in
particular you want to go?

This, uh-This
don't belong to me.

It belongs to Bob Satterfield.

Satterfield's dead.

Well, do what
you want to with it.

Might as well keep it.

- I ain't Satterfield now.
- I know.

All right. As long as you know.

- - That fella in,
uh, Sioux City-

He come to me and
say I look like him.

- Hey, Tommy.
- And if I fought as him

I could make some money.

The boys tell me you used
to box before you came here.

- 'Cause he had a name.

From Chicago, Illinois...

Battling Bob Satterfield!

So I did it.

Don't nobody know no better.

And-And I was a winner
for the first time in my life.

I wasn't me no more.

I was-I was Satterfield, see?

I was somebody better.

Better than my own self.

- - Whoo!

I became Champ.

When I got done fighting, I
moved down here and, uh...

met Betty, had a son by her.

But you never see where
that next punch is comin' from.

What do you mean?

Well, my son, he found out.

Found an old Ring magazine.

"You ain't Satterfield!"
That's what he said.

He didn't want nothin'
to do with me after that.

Joined a gang,
got hisself killed.

I couldn't go back
to Betty behind that.

Well, Tommy, I wish you
would've told all this to me before.

Yeah. I give you
the man you wanted.

You-You said you
wanted your shot.

That's what you said
to me, remember?

My father left me
when I was a little kid.

Did I ever tell you that?

- Not that I recall, no.
- Yeah, well, he did.

He left me and my mom.

They were never really
right for each other.

He was a lot older
than she was, and-

He left.

The only thing I
really remember is...

it made my mom cry.

He never called. He never wrote.

And I hate him for it.

And I didn't run
wild like your boy.

I just...

thought I would try and
be a better father to my son.

Try and be a hero to him.

'Cause every kid wants to
think his father's the best, right?

Yeah, that's right.

So, what you gonna do now?

Uh-

In about an hour I gotta go
over to my kid's school and-

Career Day.

Career Day? What's that?

Well, I'm gonna tell a
bunch of six-year-olds...

what it means
to be a journalist.

- Oh, irony!
- Yeah. Exactly.

You, uh, think she'll
take me back, let me in?

I don't know, Champ,
but I think you gotta try.

I gotta think on what to say.

I don't think you have to
say anything. Just go in.

Just for the record, that
thing about Marciano-

That's the truth. I was
his sparring partner.

Busted his nose.

- Not the big bone, but the little one.
- Yeah.

My dad's name is Erik Kernan Jr.

He writes for newspapers.
And he's also on Showtime.

My dad's been up for
the Pu-the "Publitzer."

- Pulitzer.
- The Pulitzer.

Meaning that he's one of
the best writers in America.

My dad writes about boxing
'cause he can't write about football...

'cause he's, like, best
friends with John Elway...

and, uh, Coach Shanahan.

He even plays golf
with Muhammad Ali.

And he turned down, like, being
a guy on Monday Night Football.

- And also-

Teddy, why don't we
ask your dad to come up?

Okay. Dad?

- Hi, kids.
- Hi.

Um, I g-I suppose
we should just, uh...

ask you if you
have any questions.

- Okay. Yeah?

Who's better at golf,
you or Muhammad Ali?

Um-

Uh, well, why don't we, uh-

Maybe we'd be better
served if we just talked about...

what it means
to be a journalist.

How about that? Go ahead. Yeah.

- Are you gonna change your last name?
- Change my name?

My dad said you should
change your last name...

because you don't deserve it.

He says your dad was really
great and stuff, and you're a faker.

On the TV, they said you
made up a story about a boxer.

Uh, kids...

maybe Mr. Kernan
can explain to us...

how fast he has to turn in a story
after the sporting event has ended.

That's a very good question.

Usually I'll turn in a
story about two hours...

after I see the
event, because, um-

I wish I were dead.

He's six. He'll bounce back.

Look, this boy, he loves you.

He knows that you're not a
liar. He-He believes in you.

He'll be home in an hour. Why
don't you come by and talk to him?

I can't.

I gotta go to that
settlement conference.

Round out a perfect day.

But I'll be fine.

I'll be fantastic.

They really broke the
mold with me, huh?

Bob Satterfield was
not simply a great boxer.

He was an icon-
truly an American icon.

And to have his name
brought into disrepute-

Okay, but that's not the issue. I
mean, you can't libel the dead.

Riley, we're embarrassed
by what happened.

We'll print a retraction.

Nobody reads
retractions. You know that.

They read the
lie, the lie sticks.

Look. Mr. Kernan is here to
offer his profound apologies...

to you and your
family, Mr. Satterfield.

Erik.

I'm responsible,
Mr. Satterfield.

I was careless.

And worse than that...

after the story ran, I
had reason to believe...

that it was wrong,
and I didn't speak up.

I know that I can't
undo the damage...

but I'd like to try.

Try in what way?

The only way that I know
how. I'd write about it.

And say what?

I'd say that I made a
mistake. I'd say why.

That-

I'd talk about your father. I'd
talk about who he really was.

Let's talk about
damages, Miss Perlmutter.

Bob Satterfield was a great
figure in American sports.

Nah, he wasn't none of that.

He a pretty good
boxer with a glass jaw.

But he was a very good man.

And a good father, and I'd-
I'd like for people to know that.

Would you put
that in your story?

I would. I would.

When you called
me, I hung up on you.

You said you was Erik Kernan.
You didn't say that you was a "Junior."

Your old man hit my dad with
some pretty big shots in his time.

I'd like to read your story.

I think it'd go a long way
in making me satisfied.

Jesus Christ, I get it already!

Hey. I've been
trying to reach you.

I know. I, uh-

Did you hear about the
deal? I'm gonna write this-

Yeah, I-I heard.

Is Teddy awake?

He says he's not feeling well...

and, uh, he doesn't want
to go to school tomorrow.

Can I speak with him? Could I
come in? I really need to talk to him.

Yeah.

Hey, buddy. Hey, man.

Daddy?

Hey.

Are the kids in your class
giving you a hard time?

Yeah.

Everybody says you
made it up about Champ.

I made some mistakes, Teddy.

I made a lot of mistakes.

But did you make it up?

The truth is...

I wrote what Champ told me.

I believed him.

But I shouldn't have. I-

I was more interested...

in writing what I
wanted the story to be...

than what it actually was.

You know? The truth.

I burned you, buddy. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Not about all this...

but, in general...

are you pretty proud of me?

Real proud.

And would you be proud of me...

even if I didn't have, like, a
lot of celebrity friends and stuff?

Like, if I wasn't a big shot?

Well, not as much,
but pretty close.

Teddy, I told you a lot
of things that weren't true.

Like being friends with
John Elway and stuff?

Yeah.

What about playing
golf with Muhammad Ali?

I covered a celebrity golf
tournament, and he was playing in it.

But, Dad, I told everybody you
were friends with John Elway.

Does that mean I'm a liar too?

No, it doesn't.

It means that you trusted me...

and you told everybody
what I told you.

And you should be
able to trust your dad.

So I'm sorry.

I think I should
go to sleep now.

Hey.

Come here. Give me a hug.

You're such a good kid.

Swing]

Hey, Champ, that you?

Mr. Marciano?

It's Rocky to you, Champ.

Holy smoke! What
the hell you doin' here?

I'm lookin' for you.

- Lookin' for me?
- Yeah.

- What for?
- I heard you're still workin' out.

- You're still strong.
- Oh, no, no. I'm old now.

Ah! Champ, you don't look old.

I'm makin' a comeback.

Rocky Marciano,
back in the ring.

I'm lookin' for
somebody to spar with.

Be an honor for me
to spar with you, Rock.

Good. Let's get started then.

- Let's see if you got
some of the old moves.

Mm.

- Come on, Champ.
- I still got some.

I still got a few.

Well, let's see 'em then.

All right. Let's see.

Oh, lookin' good, Champ.

Come on, Champ.

I don't need my friends now.

I'm not Bob Satterfield.

- Let's see what you got, Champ!

I don't want to fight! I
ain't Satterfield no more!

Okay. All right, all
right. You the champ.

You the champ. You the champ-

Get up, Champ! It's
just you and me now!

Man Singing Rock]-

All right.

- - All right.

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Tommy Kincaid...

California Golden
Gloves Champion!

Oh-Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

A writer, like a boxer...

must stand alone.

Having your words
published, like entering a ring...

puts your talent on display.

And there's nowhere to hide.

I never intended
to write a story...

about myself... or
my son. Or about love.

- Or the lies that can
sometimes come from love.

We live in thy fear-

I will tell you this about
the man I called Champ...

whom everybody called Champ.

He was, against all
reason, my friend.

And he was also a liar.

But was that because he
was trying to make himself...

better than who he was?

Or was it because the
one force more powerful...

than a son wanting the
admiration of his father...

is the father wanting
the admiration of his son?

Sometimes we need the help...

of our imagination
to achieve that status.

For it is no easy task
being the strongest, wisest...

- most beloved man in all the land.
- And wow!

- Tonight, the Raging
Bull-- And what is sadder...

than that moment when
our children discover...

that we are not the illusory
supermen we've created...

but rather, as Herman Melville
once wrote, "men drained of valor"?

...is there more news
of Tommy Kincaid.

Erik.

The lies that come from
love can devastate...

as much as those
that come from malice.

- What do you think about guys
like-- Champ's legacy, I suppose...

is the inspiration for truth.

And the beauty that
can emerge from it.

I'll tell you how to make
real strong muscles.

You get your thumb,
you roll up your sleeves...

and you blow.

A beauty that lets our children
admire us unconditionally.

- In fact, he may have--
Love us unconditionally...

as I love my son-

- mucho grande.
- But...

he had a pure heart.

This wonderful ability to-