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Oh my gosh, sonny's having blackouts.

You saw the medical report on A1 Perfect.

Sonny's sister tells me that he's physically unequipped to go into the ring.

Sonny's in perfect condition.

I talked to the medical examiner, and he said that Sonny's

in perfect shape, right up to and including his 2020 eyes.

He wears glasses every time he worked over a sparring partner.

Gates got up, up, up.

Somebody has got something on you, and I want to know what he...

Look, would you quit ragging on me?

Sonny's kid is missing.

I want you to search this hotel from top to bottom.

The city is only as warm as the friends you have there.

I guess the pals I've made in New York City

could get me through a lot of chilly winters.

Guys like Sonny Timmons, a pretty good fighter this time.

He left the ring to become a champ as a dad.

He should have quit while he was a head.

Where is she, dad?

One thing I got to tell you about your aunt, Robbie.

She's never on time.

But you hungry?

Star.

Why don't you get us a table and order us a little grub, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, clown over here.

Sonny Timmons, right?

You've got him.

We don't get too many championship contenders in here.

Glad to see you back in a ring.

Always been a fan of the old leave-in-a-troll and a crusher.

Thank you.

What do you want to eat?

Fries and a lookey burger.

Fries and a lookey burger.

Hey clown.

Fries and a lookey burger.

What happened?

What happened?

Are you okay, buddy?

Are you okay, buddy?

Are you okay, buddy?

You want some money?

What should we do?

Don't go over there.

This is what I get for breaking training.

On one beer?

Sonny, sit down.

Thank you.

I'll have.

Come on, son.

Just sit down, okay?

Look, I'm all right.

Really, yes.

I'm fine, all right?

Now just put your head down between me.

Susan.

Come on now.

Just do it.

I'm Susan, is daddy okay?

Daddy's fine, son.

I'm okay.

Beautiful of me, Sonny.

Look, haven't you ever stood up and got a little light headed?

I've had a tough workout and I'm a little dehydrated, that's all.

Sure.

Good job.

Has this happened before?

Of course not.

Sonny, you know you can always back out.

Hey, look, Susan, just back off, okay?

Hey, I'm just right.

No, as a matter of fact, do me a favor.

I was supposed to drop these comptickets over to my camera.

Maybe you can deliver them personally.

That's a good idea.

I just lost my appetite anyway.

Bye-bye, sweet pea.

I have to do that.

I'm here to tell you.

You're not ready for that double lukey burden?

Yep.

I'm glad you're here.

We need tonight.

We'll be catching beautiful luscious five-pound trials by dawn tomorrow morning.

Oh, Mike, I'd love to, but I've worked every week and it's the first one I have off.

I promise Linda, take the kid to a baseball game.

Why not bring him with us?

I'm sure he's loving.

It's not a bad idea.

Sure, you don't mind?

Why not?

He'll probably outfish both of them.

I'm gonna call him.

All right, who's love is a frippance?

Who?

Frippance.

It's the third time this week I've gotten a parking ticket.

Fair child.

She's a meter maid.

She's been lousy riding.

What's the matter with her?

She nuts.

You ought to recognize my car.

It's been parked in the same loading zone for the past six years.

Yeah, why don't you park someplace else?

Look who's giving me advice.

How many tickets do you have?

I don't know.

I lost count.

Well, do me a favor and stay out of this.

And you?

Hi.

Don't make any plans for tomorrow.

I need you in court as a witness.

8 a.m.

Tomorrow?

Sure.

I gotta go move my car.

That's it.

Come on, that's it.

Next hat.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, buddy.

It's 12-rounder.

I escaped me.

Rockefeller Center.

Is that push any button?

Susan.

Susan.

Kevin.

How are you?

I'm fine.

What are you doing here?

You came up for Sonny's fight, right?

Well, actually, I'm here on business.

Sort of coincides with it.

Sonny wanted me to give you these.

He's anxious to see you.

Well, thanks.

I'm anxious to see him, too.

It's been a long time.

He told me you fought together in the Golden Blows.

Yeah, that was a few years ago.

Mike, Sonny's having blackouts.

He stumbled and failed today, and I don't think it was the first time.

What does Sonny say?

He denies everything.

He says, I don't know what I'm talking about.

How can he pass the physicals if he's having blackouts?

Maybe they don't show the problem.

Well, I'm not making this Africa.

I'd say he's my brother.

I care about him.

Please talk to him.

He'll listen to you.

Maybe he'll tell you what he won't tell me.

Where is he?

You look like a bunch of girls, gals.

Nice.

What's the energy?

Sonny,

what's wrong with you?

Keep your left up, man.

What happened to your jab?

You went on vacation or something?

Come on, Booker.

You know, Catilla can hardly get there right around from east to west.

Yeah, well, that's the point, champ.

You going up against Sugar Boy Henderson.

And he got a right cross.

I'll put you in the tall in 10 seconds.

Flat, Sonny.

Come on, more energy.

I'm proud of you.

Let's go.

Time!

Oh, yeah, man.

Show me something.

I had met Susan Temmons through her brother.

It always impressed me how much you knew about boxing.

I would have loved to see how much you knew about wrestling.

But in those days, she was too young to be a contender.

That's what it's about.

It looks pretty good to me.

Hey, I didn't mean it, kid.

Oh, really?

I didn't mean it, but you left yourself wide open.

I'm all right, man.

I could ride in.

Hey, hey, don't worry.

He don't live, but you won't, if you catch a chill, come on, let's get a good job.

All right?

Looking good.

Well, I'm sure he'd like to see you.

Why don't you catch him in the locker room?

Go ahead.

You're looking sensational, Sonny.

I'm not sure my hotel is but solid.

You are a real killer.

Oh, I am sorry about that, Mr. Longston.

Really?

I don't like beating up on my sparring partner.

Oh, no, don't apologize, Sonny.

As long as I've been your manager, every time you worked over a sparring

partner, the gate's gone up, up, up.

Yeah, 20 bucks a pop for the viewers to watch it on my cable, 500 for ringside.

Whoo!

We're all going to clean up.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, stop.

Look, if he don't hit the shower and he catches the flu, then there won't be no gate.

You understand some howl.

Out, please.

Out.

Crusher's looking good.

He should.

He's the number six contender now.

And why?

The box office is going through the roof.

Look with the cat dragged in.

Hey, Jim.

If you don't hold still, you're going to be fighting with nine little fingers.

Booker, I'm glad to see you haven't changed a bit.

Fighting in two days, no time for personality, man.

Look here.

I'm going to go steam up the shower.

You got two minutes, Tom.

Two minutes.

Right.

It's good to see him, Mike.

You too.

See, Susan caught up with you, huh?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, she came over here with me.

How you feeling, pal?

Oh, I never felt better.

I never felt better.

Really?

Oh.

See, my sister's been on my case again, huh?

Yeah, anything to it?

What's this like here about dizzy spells and blackouts?

Nah, this Susan, you know, she worries too much.

It says nothing to it really.

Nothing at all.

Absolutely nothing.

I hope.

Oh, uh, Mr. Mara, this is a friend of mine, Mike Hammer.

Mr. Mara's a guy that's going to put the fight up on cable.

It's going to be all over the country.

But not with rumors like that going around, Mike.

He practically got the crusher here in a wheelchair.

That's exactly what we're trying to avoid, Mr. Mara.

Look, where did this blackout business come from anyway?

Just my sister.

She wants me out of the ring, you know, back on the farm.

Now hold on, Sonny, let's not just dance past this.

Are you sure there's nothing to it?

I'm positive.

Now you saw the medical report.

I'm A1 perfect.

Okay.

What, you check in with the doc at that chain?

Yeah.

How's it meet you, Mike?

Mr. Mara?

Hi.

Look, Mike, you keep stirring up these rumors.

I mean, they're going to cancel me right back to the bank.

I got 600 acres back there on a hawk and four

bad harvests in a row breathing down my neck.

I mean, do you have any idea what that drought did to me last year?

Yeah, I read about it somewhere.

Well, let me read some more to you.

I mean, the only ones making any money are the auctioneers.

Now, all I want is...

Look, I just want the farm from my boy, all right, but I got to raise him first.

Good job, Sonny.

All right.

But believe me, there's no way I'm going to take any chance in the rain.

All right.

Booker.

You and I know each other a long time.

Almost as long as I know Sonny.

You go all the way back to the golden glows.

Hey, come on.

Yeah.

Boy, you had a lot of potential, but you let it go.

Well, I prefer street fighting.

You don't have to dress with the occasion.

Listen, do you think Sonny's chances are against Henderson?

Oh, real good, man.

That's a good punch.

37, ain't that old?

Can he take a punch?

It was boys built like a rock, man.

You never seen him on vapor lock or pass on?

Look, look, are you calling me a liar?

That up, Mike.

Well, yeah.

Don't you know he's my boy, too?

Once you've been in a ring, it's something that's stayed here for life.

You never forget the grueling ordeal that starts with the first hundred miles of

roadwork and doesn't let up until you come to on some grimy life.

It's like a rocker room table.

Wondering what locomotive ran into your face.

The discipline, the deprivation.

Carving sweat and sweating blood and trying to

remember what it was like to breathe through your nose.

Was Sonny really fit to take the punishment?

I had to find out.

What seems to be the problem, Mr. Hammer?

Sonny Timmons.

I beg your pardon.

You signed his medical certificate, Doctor.

What do you think of his help?

Who are you?

I'm a private investigator.

I don't understand.

Why are you here?

I just want to know what you think of Sonny Timmons' help.

Sonny Timmons is in perfect physical condition

from 2020 eyes down to 10 perfect toes.

If he wasn't, I wouldn't have stated so in my medical examination.

I don't think I like the implications of your question, Mr. Hammer.

I suggest you leave right now.

Perfect condition, huh?

No problems with blood pressure?

No hints of anything associated with a man having blackouts now and again?

Of course not.

And where would you get such misinformation?

Misinformation.

That means as far as you're concerned, the man cannot be having blackouts.

I didn't say that.

What I am saying is that my examination produced absolutely

no evidence of a condition causing fainting spells.

Or any other loss of motor control.

How do you feel, Doc?

What do you mean?

It looks so good.

Well, I feel just fine.

Thank you.

Yeah?

I suggest you get a second opinion.

This is Stoner.

We've got problems.

Sorry, I'm late.

Okay.

I have the same.

You know, you still haven't told me what

business you're in, but it must be pretty good.

I'm a fashion designer.

But right now I'm more interested in signing.

Anything?

Yeah, I talked to the medical examiner and he said the son is in perfect shape.

Right up to and including his 20-20 eyes.

He actually said that 20-20?

Yeah, why?

He wears glasses now.

He wears glasses.

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

We've got a return match with that doctor.

I'll catch up with you later.

Thank you.

Dr. Stoner, look worse than ever.

He wouldn't be needing a second opinion.

We sit here on A&E.

I understand you correctly, Hammy.

You want to stop a multi-million dollar fight because you suspect Dr.

Stoner's death was not an accident?

What is it with you there?

You sound like you've got a piece of the action.

You have no business interfering.

You have no evidence.

Don't you think it's a little more than mere coincidence?

No, I don't.

All I'm getting is a bunch of hearsay evidence from a not entirely reputable

source I might add, claiming that Dr. Stoner

did not step off the curb but was pushed.

That's right, Mike.

There was a bunch of witnesses, not one saw him being pushed.

Pat, that doesn't disprove anything.

Well, you can't prove anything either, so what's your point?

My point is that the man who faked Sonny's medical

record was just murdered to keep him from talking.

We still have no pro-pama.

It's a little speculative.

What am I supposed to build a case around?

The doctor told me that Sonny had perfect vision.

2020.

I happen to know he wears glasses, which means

he could be lying about a lot of other things.

Well, here we go.

Dr. Stoner's report on Sonny for the fight commission.

EKG, EEG, brain scan.

Here, here.

You see this hammer?

Look at this.

The man is a horse.

You know what your problem is, hammer?

One of your many problems?

You smell conspiracy every time you turn a corner.

But you know what I'm going to do for you?

I'm going to check the pre-fight physical reports myself, just to prove to you that

you're out in left field by yourself as usual.

Good idea.

I'll keep you out the streets.

Did you get a permit for that?

Ladies and gentlemen, it's with great pride that I

introduce to you two of the best boxers I've ever managed.

Sonny Timmons.

And Sugar Boy Hinterfield.

Sugar Boy, is your prediction of a KO in five still holds?

I'll be done with the bum and one.

Oh, listen.

Before I forget, bloomy dance.

Oh, that's right.

I love your fashions.

Thank you.

So, what do you have to say about that, Sonny?

After one, he'll be on the run, believe me.

You better get you at least 50 feet then, all right?

Thank you.

That's great.

You're going to let him get away with that?

You're never going to get away with this.

Hold it, let's take it easy.

Save it for the fight.

You're a fight for that, Paul.

Oh, listen, I'll send you some samples too.

What size did you say you were?

Seven.

How'd you get started, anyway?

Well, I just started sketching my name, and before I knew it, I was.

After the first five, he'll be feeling nothing but pain.

After the next five, he's going to be thinking this is the last fight.

When he's kissing the camera, at two forty-six,

the last round, he's going to know it.

Grandpa!

You're going to suffer.

Yeah, I heard you the first time, all right?

Well, as you can see, it's going to be a great fight.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, Mike.

Seems like all sugar boy needs is a vote of confidence.

Did you speak to the doctor?

What did he say?

He's not saying anything anymore, he's dead, and they're calling it an accident.

Well, that's not what you're calling it.

No.

You think he was killed to keep him quiet?

Doc Stoner gave Sonny a clean bill of health, said he was in perfect shape.

Well, maybe it was an accident.

But maybe Sonny's okay and none just stopped reacting.

Maybe.

Maybe he did find something wrong with Sonny and

was going to report it, but never had the chance.

Fuck out of it.

Hey, Mike, it's Booker.

Look at me, I got something here, I think you better check out.

What is it?

Yeah, you better make it fast, cos I kind of blew my cool and say it's

some thing, some people that I shouldn't have.

Booker!

Something happened to Booker.

Call Pat and have him get over to the hotel.

Right away.

Now there was no need to rush.

The son of a neck being broken is one you never forget.

The police were already there in the coroner.

I was sick.

Booker Morris was my family.

He taught me to fight.

And somebody stopped him before he could teach me anything else.

What do you mean?

Say, Mike.

A broken neck.

Looks like a homicide.

You got that right.

How did you know that Booker was in trouble?

You called me and said it was something he wanted to show me.

I'll show you what?

I never had a chance to find out.

Sonny!

Sonny!

What do you think about all this?

Two killings.

There's something going on here.

Look at the ideas.

They don't know how to beat man.

They just like to get this fight over with and go back home.

You know what's funny though?

I've been telling my boy about what's right and what's wrong.

How good people deserve a good life.

I don't know how I'm going to tell him about Booker.

I hate to admit it, but Sonny looks pretty good.

Yeah, he does.

I had the feeling Booker was killed because of something he picked up on this tape.

And I was determined to figure out what it was.

Watching Sonny in action took me back a few years

to a hundred and seventy pound bundle of raw sin.

Battling his way from Charleston smokers toward the glory of title box.

In those days Sonny fought like a wild man.

The style was crude, but his reflexes were so fast he got away with it.

And he moved like a girl along the way.

But it always tires him.

And the only way to beat him was to keep dancing.

And the looks of the tape, his retirement didn't hurt his style much.

He just slowed down a bit.

But his love took it still hurt again.

Four!

Five!

The hours passed and the day turned to night.

Susan checked out while I kept inspecting every inch of that cassette.

Trying to find some sign of Sonny's condition

and the reason someone would want to cover it up.

That's it.

Susan, Susan wake up.

What?

Look at this, I got it.

Right there.

What are you talking about?

Look at Sonny, he's wide open.

That guy could floor him with one punch.

See that?

He didn't do it.

Why not?

Because I think somebody told him not to.

Or paid him not to.

It looked like Sonny could be in trouble.

And I needed to talk to his manager, Darlene Baxter.

Excuse me, Miss Baxter.

Could I have a few words with you?

Fine, Mr. Hammer, but please be quick.

We have a great deal of work to do.

Anything you say to me you certainly can say to these gentlemen.

Thank you.

Some of the bothers me.

I've been looking at the tapes of Sonny's fight.

His opponents have missed a lot of opportunities.

He drops his left hand.

He leaves himself wide open.

He makes a lot of mistakes.

The only mistake I see, Mr. Hammer, is we haven't got time for this.

I've got millions tied up in promotional airtime.

Satellite rentals.

Yeah, I understand.

But Sonny's sister tells me that he's physically unequipped to go into the ring.

He blacks out.

Nonsense.

Sonny's in perfect condition.

He's passed all the tests.

Okay, let me put you another way.

Two people connected with Sonny are dead.

If somebody is lying about his physical condition Sonny could be next.

Hammer, I know Booker was your friend.

And I understand the death of a friend can be upsetting.

But can also distort your entire perspective.

Good point.

But what if he's right?

If there is something wrong with Sonny, I could

end up with a nationwide disaster on my hands.

Bring the proof hammer, something concrete.

For that, I'll cancel the cable hookup.

Wait a minute.

How do I cancel a hotel full of people?

What about my contracts?

Guarantees.

Not to mention the funeral expenses of Sonny winds up dead.

You have no proof that he's in any danger.

You want proof?

You'll have it.

Enjoy your lunch.

Remember to keep your left up.

I will, son.

Okay.

Your left back's right here and dead.

I finally found someone I could trust.

Dr. Ruben Morales, a highly respected surgeon, who

felt that Sonny could have some sort of brain density.

When he was fatigued, everything was short-circuit.

And he told me that if he didn't do something about

it, Sonny was headed for a permanent power failure.

I thought traffic was bad on the streets.

I found out why they didn't make boxing rings out of cement.

I found like I'd gone 15 rounds with a pile driver.

Somebody obviously didn't want me prying in the Sonny's condition.

Right then, mine wasn't so terrific either.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I don't understand why you came home.

You were at a hospital.

The nurses here are a lot more attractive.

Well, it's still a minute.

Did you get the license number?

No.

It's too busy bouncing off the asphalt.

You know who they were?

Somebody who doesn't want your brother checked

out and who obviously wants me to back off.

We know they're dangerous.

They already killed Booker.

No.

Dr. Stoner, too, as far as I'm in, sir.

How do we prove it?

We don't have to.

If we can get Sonny to take another physical.

That chance.

You know how stubborn he is.

Yeah.

Listen, when's his last workout before the fight?

Tomorrow morning, I think.

Look, I want you to pick up Dr. Morales and be at the gym in time for the last workout.

I'll meet you there.

Where are you going?

I'm going to take a little late night stroll in the parking garage.

Come on, I'll drop you off.

And run driver, this guy wasn't doing too well.

His hit missed and his run didn't get very far.

The car was registered with the hotel windward.

I wondered if the owner of the hotel was fond of joy rides.

Now, now, now.

I want the camera all the way down front.

I want to talk to you, Longston.

Anything new, Mike, we're kind of under the gun here.

It'll be under my gun if I don't get some answers.

What does that mean?

Somebody tried to run me down earlier tonight.

Looks like they didn't miss you by much.

I don't mean to sound cold, but what makes it my business.

I just found the car in your garage.

It's a public garage?

It's your car.

Mine?

Registered to your hotel.

Hammer, I'm getting tired of your innuendos.

If you think I had anything to do with any of this, why don't you press charges?

When I decide to press power, it's going to be a lot more than charges.

The boxing gym was bustling with the dreams

of Whitby contenders and 32-year-old Hasbins.

Sonny was looking better than ever, in spite of the time bomb ticking in his head.

Well, now what are we going to do?

Try and get him on the ropes.

Stay right there, pal.

What are you talking about?

You heard Sonny?

Hey, drop it.

I wish I could, but I can't.

You've been set up and you don't even know it.

Booker knows.

He was going to tell the boxing commission, and that's why he was killed.

No, I know you're crazy.

Yeah?

Those weren't fights, Sonny.

They were set ups.

Those guys all took a fall for you.

They looked, you weren't there.

Sonny, it's all on tape.

Time after time, he left yourself wide open, and they held back.

Oh, you want to tell me why?

Yeah.

They built you up for the big one.

Hey, you're a big drawn-out.

You're the great wide hope.

A couple of phony chaos behind you.

You'll bring in a big crowd.

But you could also die in that ring.

One good right to the head and you'll never get up.

Hey, look, nobody gets to my head.

Yeah.

I think I could.

You.

Keep the gloves off.

Come on, Sonny.

Mike's here to kill the box.

What's going

on?

Who is this guy?

He's a doctor.

His name is Dr. Morales.

He's also a neurosurgeon.

For a moment, so you froze, do you remember that?

No.

We all saw it, Sonny.

It could be Petty Mall.

Form a Befilepsy.

In other words, brain damage, Mr. Timmons.

Too many punches to the head.

That's what it is.

One good punch to the head could be fatal.

You hear that?

Yeah, I'm listening.

It can be certain without an examination.

Not more than 30 minutes in my office.

Thirty minutes, champ.

What's I gonna cost you?

I could save your life.

Sonny, you do you want him to spend the rest of his life without a father?

Please, Sonny.

For Robbie's sake?

Just 30 minutes, huh?

My office.

Two o'clock.

All right, I'll be there.

It are here on A&E.

Oh, yeah.

Hello, Larry.

Listen, wait a second.

Wait, wait, wait.

I hear the fight is sold up, but I understand you might be of influence.

I thought you hated violence.

Well, I do.

Wait, wait, wait, please.

Listen, certain girl I know loves the futuristic art and I thought a couple of

ringside seats might make a good impression.

I'm sorry, Larry.

There are no more seats.

But listen, I get a little tight flinch, put her on the canvas and don't let her run.

Oh, don't bug me.

You want it, Sonny, to see a doctor and you're green.

What's your problem?

A doctor won't do a book or any good.

Listen, you should come up with something by now.

Tell me about it, Mike.

I got two hours sleepless at my desk.

Hey, try it more often.

You look good on Shaven.

A book his neck was definitely snapped by a pro.

How many guys you figure book are new, strong enough to do that?

100, try 200.

Try somebody who stands to make a bundle of Sonny get the title shot.

Oh, the mic I'm trying.

I know, I know.

Listen, anything on Stoner.

Oh, the good doctor.

Hit and run, Mike.

Yeah, so was the move on me.

Listen, Stoner set up Sonny's license.

Somebody did this to make a killing and they won't back off.

But he already has.

It's been a heavy swing in the action.

The sugar boy?

Oh, I see.

You haven't talked to your bookie lady.

The odds have gone from five to one to favor Sonny to eat and money.

Hit him.

Hit him.

Maybe the word got out about Sonny's exam.

Or maybe some of Dr. Stoner's pals decided to

let Sonny take a beating and they take the cash.

You got proof I'll make a move.

Give me some names.

I'm fit to print, but I'm working on it.

I'll see you.

Hi, Kale.

Watch me.

You're pretty good, kid.

You know, your pop is looking for you.

Now?

He's waiting for you upstairs.

Come on.

I'm out of quarters anyway.

Hey, it's the crusher.

I'm fine.

You're fine.

It's for me, Sonny.

I'm okay.

I'm really like watching you.

Excuse me.

How long will it take me to get to a Manhattan General Hospital?

This time of day.

About 15 minutes, sir.

Buckman for you, Taxen?

Yeah.

Would you please?

Sure.

There you go.

Great.

I'll be watching.

Sonny, Timmons.

Yeah.

You got to knock interest and out pressure?

Well, I'm going to give it a shout.

Money's on you.

Taxis waiting is over the phone call, sir.

Okay, take a message.

They said it was urgent.

Hello, Sonny Timmons.

We've got your boy.

What?

Hey, who is this?

You've got a lot riding on today's fight.

If you want to see Robbie again, you'll fight here just like it was planned.

Wait a minute.

Where's Robbie, I'm like...

Where's my fighter, Mr. Hammer?

I don't know.

I was supposed to meet him here.

He's about to face the most important fight of his

life and you've got him out running around in traffic.

Why do you object to him taking the test?

It's possible before he gets in the ring.

And if you were truly his friend, you'd try to do the same.

I'll make a note.

So Sonny didn't show up.

Now yet, haven't heard from him.

Look, I'll be on my rounds.

He shows up.

Let me know.

Yeah, if not, I'll see it to fight.

Right.

Hotel Windward.

Sonny Timmons, please.

I don't accept your call, sir.

Sorry.

Why didn't Sonny show up for his examination?

Something smelled funny and it wasn't just a liniment.

How are you, Mike?

What's going on, Sonny?

I thought we had a date, remember?

Oh, listen, don't go get no heated up on me.

I changed my mind.

That's all.

Hey, that's enough.

Yeah, I've had enough too.

Now, what's going on?

Oh, listen, I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it, but...

I've got made up my mind.

You have too much riding on this fight to give it up now.

Sags, now you don't want to left in me.

I don't give what you or Susan or that fancy doctor say.

I mean, I... You never were too good at bending the truth and somebody has got

something on you and I want to know... Look, would you quit ragging on me?

I'm sorry.

You gotta help me.

I want to help you, Sonny, but you've got to help me.

Now, what did they have on you?

I talked to you after the fight.

I hope so.

But I wouldn't bet on it.

Mr. Chadwick.

Mike, did you speak to Sonny?

Yeah, but he's still determined to go ahead and fight.

Something's wrong.

Was Robbie with him?

No, why?

I don't know.

He has the run of the hotel and nobody's seen him anymore.

He's missing?

Well, Sonny said that he was all right, but... Maybe they didn't have a choice.

Hold on.

Lost him.

Sonny's kid is missing.

I want you to search this hotel from top to bottom.

Is that another accusation, Hammer?

No, it's an order, pal.

I got security on the phone right now.

Okay, okay.

Hammer, I know you don't like me, but you've got to believe me.

I don't know what's going on and I don't like it any more than you do.

Security?

This is an emergency.

Sonny Tema's little boy is missing.

He could be any place in the hotel.

Search every floor.

I'm down on the lobby now.

Have your men work their way down from underneath.

TV coverage starts in 10 minutes.

There are over 500 rooms in this hotel.

Yeah, I can narrow it down.

See if you can keep Sonny out of the ring.

Try.

Be careful.

Hey, unless you've got a key, then how's his secure area?

This is my key, friend.

Let me feel very secure going up.

Hey, what are you...

I know why you're doing this.

Then you know I can handle it, so don't worry about it, all right?

Remember, I don't take one shot to the head.

Doc, didn't I tell you?

I'm a dancer.

I float like a butterfly.

And I'm on the wreck on a free turning out for a long layoff.

The Admiral Poppula, Sonny Tema, and here is your referee in the middle of

the ring, giving the fighters their instruction.

Thank you, Mr. Fox from New York before.

So you're familiar with the rules and regulations of the State Athletic Commission.

One thing to remember, the man scoring a knockdown will go to the furthest neutral

corner and remain there until I signal him to resume fighting.

No one's going to do fine.

This is the first time Daddy didn't let me watch it ring a fight.

It always looks better on TV.

Let the boy go and get caught up.

Shed the beast!

Now!

Come here, Robbie.

Get the same movie used on Booker.

Come on, I'll show you.

Couldn't do it alone.

What about Darlene?

She holds the contract and she booked the fight.

Yes!

Booker is going to stop the fight!

Get off the fight!

Yay!

Thanks for the advice, Robbie.

Come on, let's go see your dad.

That's right.

He knows that this is his shot.

There's another jab, another jab, another one.

Get off the fight!

Get off the fight!

This

is not over, you can't quit.

That watch me.

We're set up, Daddy.

Myron Darlene did it.

They put all their money on the other guy.

They planned on making a killing.

And they almost did.

Thanks.

Good shot.

I think he just retired.

What happened to you?

I'll tell you if you want to play nerves.

If you want to play doctors.

Stepping to my office.

With charges like conspiracy, kidnapping, and murder, the only fights Darlene Baxter

and Rodney Meyer I would have to worry about were in the prison show lines.

Sonny was happy on the farm with his kid.

And I was happy to find out that Susan knew a lot about wrestling.

She even taught me a few new holes.

And long after the match was over, I was still hearing bells.

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