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Sit. Sit. Come back.

A pain au chocolat, bud?

Please, one.

Bud,

I can't give you no more
for free, huh?

Not every time.

Not no more.

I have to subsist.

I know. I know. I know.

I... I don't carry money
when I run.

I'll give it to you tomorrow.

- Tomorrow 100%?
- 100%.

Lou come by,

ask if you're feeding here
too much.

Oh, that's 'cause he thinks

that I'm coming out
of retirement,

but I'm not, so this is okay.

If you go back fighting,
you're heavyweight now.

Not middleweight.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Wait.

Bye, Claude.

Come on. Come on.

Hey.

Hey, Hernandez,
no plantain for Silly.

I'm serious, dude.

She shits on the rug,

and she feels
ashamed of herself.

No plantains.

Why does Hernandez always have
to mop the floor so diligently?

It depresses the hell out of me.

How do you mean?

He's always mopping the floor

like LIFE magazine
is gonna come,

and they're not.

He mops to mop.

You're trying to change
the subject.

From what?

You working with me
training Kid Sunshine,

like we talked about.

I'm going to J.J.'s tonight.

He wants to open a Bud's Place
in the city.

J.J. huh?

Just checking it out.

Just being friendly.

Okay, I'm intrigued.
What's his weight?

159.

We got to get him down
to welterweight.

I thought you wanted to turn him
into Floyd Patterson.

Mercury Williams' people
came to us last night...

$500,000 and 2%
of the pay-per-view.

For WBO at the Garden?

I mean, really getting
shortchanged.

But the point is, it's Madison
Square Garden next month.

Kid goes for
the welterweight title.

HBO wanted to bring
their cameras in here

and shoot Kid training.

"Behind the scenes,"
they called it.

I told them no.

You told them no?

Relax.

The fight is what's
consequential.

Oh, the fight's what's
consequential.

HBO's not consequential.
It's not consequential at all.

It's just
the only game in town.

Boardwalk Empire's
not consequential.

Girls isn't consequential.

Oh, Silly.

You know how much coffee
costs these days?

Uh, a buck fifty?

You say that like it makes
some sort of sense.

It does.

It's a large cup, hot,
doesn't taste like ass.

It's a decent deal.

Can I have a section
of the paper?

You can have the whole thing.
I'm gonna take a shower.

How come you never get
The Ledger?

Who cares what's happening
in Jersey?

I do. I fuckin' live here.

You do too, you know.

Don't remind me.

No Broadway, no Derek Jeter,

no Rockefeller Center,
but I got you...

my own personal
national treasure.

You stink. Take a shower!

Sorry.

I'm not used to you
wanting it all the time.

I always want it all the time.

I was training.
I couldn't have it.

What the fuck?

The water's not hot.

- Is it cold?
- It's lukewarm.

Better take that.

That doesn't bother you?
Lukewarm?

You really should take a shower
while it's hot at all.

What are you doing
with that pen?

Better if you get The Ledger.

You're making me
depressed here.

Give me a week,
a week and a half.

All right?

If I haven't gotten something
together by then,

you can... you can do
whatever the fuck you want.

Waitress at Beau Morley's.

You trying to
make me depressed?

I was circling
practical things.

Well, you're making me
practically suicidal.

Give me a week. Okay?

I know I've been saying it,

but things are coming together.

All right?
No red pen for a week.

You're not gonna
make fun of me?

Good.

Let's go see a movie.

Want to see a movie?

You want to see a movie with me?

De Niro?

Yeah.

That is truly terrible.

Well, how'd you know
who it was, then?

Oh, please. Give it up.

You won't see the
Sandra Bullock movie, right?

Right.

Well, I don't want to see
any action movies.

- Oh... here we go.
- What?

I'm allowed to not want to see
a bunch of people

get killed today, aren't I?

I don't want to fucking fight
about it.

I don't want to fucking
fight about it either.

Look, just pick something.
I don't care what it is.

I just want to sit
in a dark theater and kill time.

I was thinking
I want to try auditing

some classes at Columbia...

Robert Thurman's classes
on Buddhism.

Robert Thurman?

You say that like
I'm supposed to know him.

I know Thurman Munson.

Robert Thurman was
the first white guy

the Dalai Lama
ordained as a monk.

And he's Uma Thurman's father.

He's a monk
and he's Uma Thurman's father?

He resigned his monk's vows
of celibacy

and married a Swedish woman.

Of course he did.

She probably looked just like
Uma Thurman.

What's... what's infinite nirvana
compared to Swedish skin?

That's who you want to be
your teacher?

I love it.
You never cease to amaze me.

He gets a pass

because he crammed with,
you know, holy-moly man,

but the rest of us
can't get a break...

Forget I fucking
mentioned it, okay?

You don't get it.
It's not about being holy.

It's about nothing
being sacred or holy.

Tried to explain it, and
you don't fucking listen.

Right, right. I don't listen.

It's me. It's me.

It's better with butter.

There's still time
for you to get some butter.

Please shut the fuck up.

Oh, that's right.

There's no...
there's no trailers here.

Shh.

I told you that
was gonna happen.

You got one of them Steve Jobs,

and now all you do is check it
and check it and check it.

I'm checking it constantly

because I'm in
a state of disbelief.

Nobody ever fucking texts
or calls anymore.

It's like they gave me
the number of a ghost.

Where have all
the hangers-on gone?

You used to complain
about them being around.

I've lost 73 Facebook friends
in the last few months.

Your shoelaces are untied.

Are they really your friends?

Anyways, very least,
you can not check your phone

in the middle of the movie.

Movies like that
bug the hell out of me.

I mean, why don't they
just move?

I thought the movie was solid.

So if you don't mind, I want
to be alone with my thoughts

for a little bit before you
pollute me with your negativity.

And where would they move?
Where are they gonna move?

Far away. You're in love.

Some assholes tell you
not to fall in love.

Move away from the assholes.

I think wherever they went...

They went... please.

They move to Rome.
They move to Paris.

Who the fuck is gonna care?
They can do their own thing.

They can lick pears
and chew salami.

Even if you move,
your problems don't vanish.

They do if your problem
is where you live.

Oh, look!

- Did you hear that?
- Yeah.

It was spitting something up.

He was not. He was laughing.

I made him laugh.
You couldn't tell?

Oh! Ho-ho-ho!

Uppercut, uppercut,
left, right, left.

Right?

Right.

You want money, huh?

They called you The Saint.

Yep. You want money?

I'm Ray.

That's good.

Don't be a fuck, honey.

That's okay, ma'am.
He ain't got to talk to me.

Too bad your saint...

didn't have a stronger chin.

Oh, sure, you had blazing speed

but no whiskers.

Jesus got hit hard,
but he stayed the course.

Come on, Bud.

You're a fuckin' bum.

What do you know about saints?

I could smell you
all the way from here.

Oh, so what? I smell.

You never heard of
Saint Francis,

ignorant motherfucker?

Here, here, take this.

Oh, no, that's okay, ma'am.
That's fine. I'm fine.

Thank you very much, ma'am,
kindly.

You should absorb some dignity
from your woman, Saint.

Wouldn't kill you.

We're done. Come on.

Wise men may be free of greed
but not you.

I can't believe you tried

to give that rambling twat $2.

It's cold.

Yeah, I know.
I'm fucking freezing.

Did I tell you how those yogis

generate heat in the cold
through meditation?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You told me something about
the breathing techniques

to fire up the heart pulmonary
or something.

That's not exactly it.

Well, it had something to do
with breathing.

Sorry. I'm not a yogi.

How late you gonna be?

If it goes good, late.

He might want to drink
or watch fights or something.

Text me if you're gonna be out
all night.

Good luck.

Welcome to The Silver Apple.

I parked out front,
in front of the fire hydrant...

Yeah, that's my spot.
Cops know that.

I got, like, a shitty car.

Hey, that's my spot.

Whoever parks there is with me.

Don't be so dubious.

They closed your restaurant.

You know, people in Jersey
don't have any taste.

I should have known
not to bother with them.

All that money down the drain.

What are you doing
for work now?

Lou wants me to work with him.

Work with this kid,
uh, Kid Sunshine.

Teach him the science
of the game.

Hit and don't get hit, no?

You say that like it's easy.

It's easier said than done.

No, I believe you.
I believe you.

But Lou Powell...

Thank you, sweetheart.

He digs the smell
of sweat and piss.

Lou don't care if
it's MSG or VFW halls.

He's a gym rat.
Well, hooray for him.

Whatever's clever,

but you're someone

who's not afraid
of the finer things.

Am I right?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, that's pure silver
you're holding, by the way.

You feel the weight?

Why don't you come work for me
for a little while?

Hmm?

Pickups. Deliveries.

You go around the city
with Roberto.

Make sure everybody
we associate with is...

is full of good cheer.

I must warn you of one thing,
though.

What's that?

He listens to glam rock
all day on the radio,

so if you're similar to me,
you're gonna have to

figure something out...
some kind of arrangement.

I used to like the
New York Dolls, not no more.

What kind of music you got
on your iPod?

Oh, fuck me. Is that a Walkman?

Well, I-I got an iPhone.

I just don't have
any music for it.

I believe it's important
to turn yourself completely over

to digital technology.

My entire life...

is in the iCloud.

What kind of music you dig on?

Uh, Laura Nyro.
It's this beatnik chick.

My... my girl recommended her.

I-I don't really listen
to anything other than

what she has in
her cassette collection.

She never got into iTunes
or anything.

She never even got into CDs.

You know, I never used to
listen to anything.

You know, Lou says
that you should never jog

with music.

Says if you run to
the theme song to Rocky,

you'll just be a bitch fighter.

Well, he doesn't say
the word "bitch," though.

He says "sentimental fighter."

Sentimental fighter?

Yeah, an emotional fighter.

Lou says the worst thing
you can be

is an emotional fighter.

You know,
that's why it's science.

You know, you got to be
like a scientist.

Otherwise, you get all
emotionally involved

and unbalanced.

Yeah.

You see my face right now?

This is me marveling.

I marvel at you lads.

You're monks in the gym.

The most peaceful place
on earth.

Oh, the sound of the...

the ropes and the bags
and the breathing.

It's funny that it all
leads towards violence.

Hmm? All that peacefulness.

But, hey, what do I know?

I know one thing;

I want The Saint

and his scientific mind

on my side.

Roberto fights dogs,
doesn't he?

I got nothing to do
with the dog fighting

and neither will you.

You just go around with him
for a couple of weeks,

and in the meantime,

we start bringing
your restaurant down here

to the West Village.

You mean like it was in Jersey
but in Manhattan?

Exactly.

Oh, I dug your place.

Bud's. Hmm?

I mean, this place here,
it's all trumps and strumpets,

but Bud's...

An everyday guy can watch
a fight, lay down a bet,

and I'll own it, of course,
but after a while,

you make enough money;
You buy a stake...

We become partners.

I even got a spot picked out.

So it'll be Bud's,

or it'll be some other guy's.

What say you?

Let's break out the special
California chardonnay.

Pour yourself a glass too.

Oh, I get to drink
with the big shots?

Wow.

She's not normally
so trenchant.

She must have
a schoolgirl crush on you.

Oh, yeah.

You seen her over
from back in the day?

S.I. swimsuit pics?

Oh, you fuckin' monk.

She was 19 with no top off.

Ow.

She was versatile too.

She could do the beach.
She could do heroin chic.

That was a great time
in fashion.

I miss heroin chic badly.

It'll come back, though.

Emaciated, suicidal teen
haute couture.

Ooh.

Still there
if you look closely.

Yup.

Ah, I forgot. I gotta...

Hey, Champ!

Hey. How's it going?

Hey. Why are you so tight?

What's going on?

You're smelling good. What...

What is that?
What fragrance is that?

What are you wearing?

It's CK Obsession.

You got to let me borrow that.

They sell it everywhere.

I want to share with you.

J.J., you got a sec?

I got to jaw with you, man.

Been watching MSG fights?

No, I've been with
my friend here.

Can't you see that?

Yeah, I see that.

It can wait.

I can tell you now,
or I can tell you later

and you'll be mad at me.

You'll make me join the
Church of Scientology with you.

Washington went down
in the 12th.

A real barn burner!

Drink. Come on.

We'll be back.

I know a lot of good shit
about you, man.

They won't be back.

No?

No.

Text Ellen.

I should call her.

Text her.

Tell her you're staying at
a hotel for the night.

You... you're too drunk to drive.

You are, by the way.

Is there, like, a... is there
a Holiday Inn or something?

Don't know. Don't do dumps.

Oh, you say that like
I have a choice.

I don't even have hot water.

We can't have you staying
at the Holiday Inn

all alone and all pale.

I get off in an hour.

I got a guest room at my place.

You'll have your own bathroom
with a shower,

Bud.

Come on.
Go to his body. Come on.

Side to side. Side to side.

All right. Good. Good.
Keep coming in.

Coming in. Yeah.

All right, Kid.

That's it.

All right. Good.
Keep coming in.

- On your toes. That's it.
- All right.

- Good.
- Step into him.

- Good.
- That's it.

That's right. That's right.

- Get him off him.
- That's it.

Good. Good.

- Stay on him.
- Stay. Stay.

- All right. Back it up.
- Don't let him off the hook.

That's right. That's good.

Do it again. That's right.

You're gonna help Lou
train Kid,

but you're also committed
to J.J. Cook.

Right.

Sounds conflicting.

Look, it's not like I told Lou

I was gonna be at
the gym forever.

I just said I'd... I'd help him
with Kid Sunshine

for this title fight;
By the time we have to

move to Manhattan,
the fight'll be over.

You've got it all figured out.

You know, I thought
you'd be happy.

This way, if this works,

you don't have to work
that shitty job.

You could be maître d'
at Bud's like before.

How was the Holiday Inn?

Asleep the second I got there.

Why do I feel like
my good news is bad news here?

It's a big move, is all.

It's a couple U-Haul vans.
We've moved before.

From two blocks away.

Don't you miss having, like,
a big, nice place like before?

That place was party-worthy.

I honestly don't miss it.

To me, this place is cozy.

Even if we had a baby,
I think we could stay here...

Please, don't
get on that again.

Sorry.

All right,
what's your weight today?

156.

All right, you got to lose
9, 10 in the next few weeks.

I can do it.

Stay away from the sweet stuff,

and I'm not talking
about candy.

Right.

It's hot in here.
Makes you feel tired, huh?

Nah, I'm fine.

You drink?

- Nah.
- Sleep around?

- Nope.
- That's good.

All right, to the body.

Now to the head.

To the body.

Generate momentum off the toe.

Off the toe, not the heel.
Come on.

Get it up. Get it up.

See?

All right.
All right, all right, all right.

Hit the lockers.

Thanks, Saint.

Don't mention it.

Hey, let me see your hands.

Who taped your hands today?

My homeboy Lonnie.

No more Lonnie.

I'll do it tomorrow.

It's too tight.
There's too much tape.

What are you looking at,
old man?

Nothing.

You're smiling about something.

I suppose
I'm smiling because...

you're having fun.

Hell I am, man.

It's disgusting here.

It's full of sweat
and old memories.

Sure. Sure.

Good night, old man.

Silly, come on.

Silly?

You seen Silly?

I saw her about
five minutes ago.

Silly? Come on, girl.

Hernandez, you seen Silly?

Silly?

Come on, girl.

Silly, is that you?

What are you doing in there?

Hey, chill, man.

Put down the guns...

Is this your car?

Well, look who's
driving Bimmers.

Is this your fucking car?

Damn skippy.
Can't you see the resemblance?

That's my fucking dog!

I know.
I took her for a joyride.

You were training.

Gave your pooch a couple
of frankfurters.

Pooch loves frankfurters,
you know that?

Yeah, I know that.

She'll eat whatever
you give her.

She'll even eat plantains.

Give a pooch fruit?

I don't understand that.

Give a pooch meat,

breed the killer instinct
in them...

that I understand.

Pooch will even eat
another pooch, you know that?

Yeah, it depends on the dog.

No, no, no. Any pooch.

Fuck anything too.

Well, the vet
took care of that.

Ouch.

Still, pooch
would fuck anything.

Could you let her out, please?

Kind of muscular, your dog,

You ever think of fighting her?

- No.
- Why not?

It's not just pits.
That's a common misconception.

Yeah, I know.
I'm not into that. Okay?

It's not humane.

It's kind of funny
coming from a boxer, no?

No.

Whatever.

If you ever change your mind,
let me know.

Can make big bills,
the three of us.

Can you let her out, please?
The windows are rolled up.

It's cold; I didn't want her
to catch a cold.

It's fucking frosty out here.

Please just unlock the door.
I got to go home.

No. We're working tonight.

Tonight?

Or should I call J.J.

and tell him
you're not up for it?

No, no, no. I'm up for it.

Great. Let's rock and roll.

All right, you know, I got to...

I got to go change. I'm stinky.

And put on that aromatic
Calvin Klein scent?

Don't fret about it.

We got to get to know
each other anyways.

Oh.

J.J. told me to give you this.

He loaded it with all that
crappy music you like.

Let's go.

We're gonna have to leave
the pooch in the car.

The guy we're gonna go see
has a cat.

I don't know.

Dude, my boy runs
this fucking joint.

Nobody's gonna fuck around
with my whip anyways.

It's only gonna be 15 minutes.

All right.

We'll be right back. Stay here.

Yo, check this shit.

Cuban heel, yo.

You know what I'm saying?
Cuban heels.

Yeah, I like...
I like that whole dance too.

Yeah, fucking right
you like it.

That's some fucking
Riverdance shit.

I want to do, like, a crazy
Miles Davis voice for this.

So just play along.

Okay.

Jeez.

Gee whiz.

Can we come in?

This is my pal Bud.

Boy, uh,

I was just getting ready
for bed.

Oh, we just walked up
all the stairs.

Maybe we could all have
a glass of milk together

before bed.

I don't have any milk.

You're being rude, Stanley.

Since it's your bedtime,

straight, no chaser.

You owe 10 grand to J.J.

That's more than I owe. No?

I explained our system to you
last time.

You pay interest for every week
you don't pay.

Don't I know you?

He's Bud Gordon.

Gee whiz.

Why do I know that name?

The Saint.

Bud "The Saint" Gordon?

I lost money on you.

You beat the hell out of Jackson
for four rounds.

He punches you hard once
in the fifth,

and you're out.

Boy, that was some
disappointment for me.

Yeah, for me too.

With the Garden cheering you,

I thought for sure

this scrawny kid from Atlanta
is not gonna take the title.

He was long, like Tommy Hearns.

Tommy Hearns my ass.

He lost his belt the next fight

to some kid from the Poconos.

Eh, the whole thing
made me shit funny.

If we look under your mattress,

in a Hefty bag,
there's how much?

$300.

No. $275.
I had Chinese delivered.

Hutch!

Put him down, will you?

I'm taking fucking Hutch.

You can't.
He'll die without his insulin.

He's diabetic.

Just put him down, will you?

Wait, wait,
you're good for the money?

Yes.

Or you got somebody who can
lend you some money?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Please don't take Hutch.

He needs his shots.
You're holding him all wrong.

He doesn't like to be held
like that.

He's good for it.
Look at the man.

I don't know.
It's a lot of money.

Come on, man. He's good for it.

I'm gonna listen to
my associate tonight, Stanley.

We'll both find out
if he makes good choices.

Come here. Come here, boy.

Come here, Hutch.

Oh, Hutch.

Stanley,

you got any Chinese food left?

I look fucking amazing
eating noodles.

Look at this.

Hey, uh,

hey, mind if I ask you
something?

What?

Were you really gonna
take his cat?

Dude,

I go into this shit...

I'm Johnny Thunders
going into a guitar solo.

I don't know how the fuck
it's gonna go down.

So what's gonna happen
with Stanley now?

Come here.

Stand here.

Hold on. Wait.

Have a... have a baby carrot.

It's okay. I'm not hungry.

Have a fucking baby carrot.

Have a baby carrot.

- It's good, right?
- It's good. Yeah.

Let me tell you something.

J.J. is interested in money,

but he's more interested
in people

and owning them.

Stanley owns that apartment.

We let him stay there.
We own Stanley.

He loves owning people, J.J.

Hang over their lives,
cloud-style,

like a fucking Wu-Tang Clan.

We're the fucking
ultimate wingmen.

Look at that.

All right, let's fucking go.
Come on.

One more collect.

Light load tonight.

But this dude is into us deep.

It's gonna be tricky.

How deep?

300.

Large?

Large.

He's rich, huh?

No. Not really.

He lives in a one-bedroom
on West End Ave.

Teacher. Math, I think.

Math teacher?

Yeah.

J.J. loves to hook
pedestrian people.

He loves hooking
commonplace folk

even more than high rollers.

I didn't understand it
for a while myself.

How'd you meet J.J.?

2005.

He read about me online.

Local boy goes to Iraq,
gets a Purple Heart.

Article said
I was a super sniper,

killed lots of Iraqis.

I come home;

There's, like, a million
purple flowers in my house.

I thought the guy was a faggot.

But then the landlord tells me
I got no home.

You ever been homeless?

No.

Those old men
down on the corner,

around an old oil drum with
holes up and down the side,

feeding it whatever,

they pass gloves
back and forth,

stamp their feet.

I didn't last three days
of that shit.

Nasiriyah was easier.

I went to meet J.J.

I've been in business
ever since.

Later I find out he paid
my landlord to evict me.

That didn't make you mad?

Nah.

Showed me what a badass
businessman I was dealing with.

What if you wanted to
get out of the business?

Why would I want to do that?

Just, you know,
theoretically speaking.

J.J. said you was
one smart bruiser.

"Theoretically speaking,"

that's fucking good.

You're fucking smart.

Even with my tiny,
feminine hands,

it can be problematic to put
these amazing gloves on.

But once they're on,

they're amazing.

In the glove box.

Pass it to me.

Don't worry. It's not loaded.

Well, then what do you
have it for?

I'm gonna scare the fuck
out of this guy.

You come in with a Beretta
and a silencer,

he's gonna shit his pants.

How many cokeheads you had
to collect money from?

Coke? J.J. deals coke?

Just pass it to me.

Let's go.

You have the doorman call him.

Colby, ninth floor.

Don't worry.
There's an elevator.

- What do I say?
- Don't say anything.

Say your name.

Say you're here on behalf
of the installment plan.

Simple.

You can't say it yourself?

Dude is scared of me.

He won't let us up if he hears
my moniker or voice.

The doorman will say
there's two of us.

There's a side entrance
around the way.

No cameras on that entrance.

You let me in from inside.

The doorman won't hear you
open that entrance.

It's past the elevator
on the right.

Then we go up together
in the elevator.

Ah. Fuck.

Oh, I should have
fucking known.

I'm so fucking stupid.

Hey, calm down.

Calm down.

God damn it.

I just want to talk.

You want to talk?

Or you want to punch me
in the face

while you strap me down?

Dude, that was, like,
a one-time thing,

and I apologized for it,
like, a billion times.

Bud, could you wait for me
in the car?

No. Don't go, man.

You want this guy coming in?

Bro, this is a former
boxing champ.

Think I hit hard?

This guy hits so hard
he should be in jail.

Fuck. Just don't...
Just don't go.

What do you got... what do you
got going on in here?

Little teachers' convention?

No.

Grading papers, huh?

No, I'm just watching a movie.

I turned down the movie volume
and put on some music

because the movie sucked.

What... which... which...
which movie?

Wolverine.

Bud, I'll be down in a minute.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Silly.

I know. I know.

It's too much time
in this little car.

We're almost done. Huh?

I'm not gonna take you on

any more
of these trips anymore.

Okay?

I didn't know he was coming.

I wouldn't have taken you
to the gym.

We're almost done. Okay?

We'll be home soon.

Yeah, I know
what you're thinking.

You're thinking,
"What are we doing here?"

Huh?

Well, we're making our way
back to the top of the heap.

I know it doesn't look like it,
but we are.

We don't need no coke-fueled
self-deception either.

No fucking messages or calls.

Okay.

They'll see.

I'm gonna be held
in high regard again.

I'm a select champion.

I never once doubted it
since childhood.

Not once. You know?

Cash moves everything around.

Got the money.
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all.

Souvenir.

Our first date.

Keys.

What happened back there?

Oh, my God.

Are you fucking dense?

What always happens, man,

the same shit
that always happens.

That guy had to be fucked with.
That's what we do.

We're in the fear business.

What? Are you a baby?

Hey, baby. Oh, baby. Ooh.

Anyways, you can talk to J.J.
about that shit.

We're gonna see him
in a minute.

We're stopping by
his new art gallery in Chelsea.

J.J. has an art gallery?

Yeah.

J.J. has an art gallery.

'Cause that's where
the real money is.

'Cause you put shit
in the right frame,

and these fuckin' dopes that
went to Brown and Princeton,

they'll think it's cool,
and they'll be like,

"Here's a million dollars
for that fucking turd.

"Oh, please, come on my face.

I'll pay you a million dollars
for that."

Jackasses.

Bud,

that's Petals,
and that's Kathryn.

We know you.

They know you.

They're card girls
from the Garden.

You weren't supposed
to tell him, J.J.

He was supposed to guess.

Now we'll never know
if he remembers us.

My bad, ladies.

We were just babies back then.

We were barely legal.

Mm, and then the years passed,

taking with them
the semblance of youth.

It's not like
we're fucking old.

No. Not yet.

Get this, Bud,

their first night at the Garden

was your last night
at the Garden.

See how the past
is not yet finished?

I hope we're not bad luck.

You were all bloody
back then...

What's its name?

Oh, her name is Silly.

I like dogs because
they're like people

except they can't talk.

They're like people.

They're like people.
They're like people...

The cement glaze on the floor
I had put in a month ago,

it's from Morocco.

You can get it wet
and not worry.

What do you think
of this piece?

The trailer?

Right.

This is it.

My gallery's first show.

I-I didn't know
that was the art.

It's... you know,
I don't know much about art.

Mm-hmm.

The girls seem to like it.

This artist is highly
sought after.

No one in the art world
understands how I booked him.

What they don't realize,
of course,

is that while he may have
an MFA degree from Yale,

he's also addicted
to spread betting.

What I like is, he told me

the silver aluminum
of the Airstream trailer

is an homage to Andy Warhol's
Silver Clouds.

You know Andy Warhol?

Yeah, yeah. I heard of him.

Oh, yeah. He's my favorite.

He's from my hometown,
Pittsburgh.

We both got the fuck out.

He sure understood
about silver...

how it could appeal
to people's vanity,

suck crowds in with its flash
and its coolness.

See how the Airstream projects
a sexy invulnerability?

You feel like maybe you could be
inhuman, unassailable

in a silver thing like that.

Am I right, Roberto?

I always feel that way,
so I'm a bad barometer.

Mm.

Let's go inside
and have dinner.

I'll show you what I mean.

Oh, Kathryn...

Kathryn, sweetie,
can you just step up for me?

Sure you can.

There you go. You feeling okay?

Good.

Right this way, boys.

Come on.

I... I don't want to go in
by myself.

Just go in.
I'll be in in a minute.

It's like being in...

Go.

A sleek, fresh bunker.

You should come to my house
in Riverdale sometime.

I designed it myself.

I keep it on the DL,
but if I wanted it to be,

that house would be famous;

Architecture Magazine,
this and that.

It's not that I don't have
a fondness for notoriety.

It's for legal reasons

that I remain... obscure.

Steve Jobs,

a pioneer of digital music,

his legacy is tremendous.

When he went home,
he listened to vinyl.

You like country music?

Oh, who am I talking...

Mr. Monk.

I play jazz at the Apple
in case a paint job comes in.

You look pale, sport.

I get headaches sometimes.

Oh, yeah.

- Walk on Query Street...

I'm exhausted.

Mostly it's from
being at the gym.

Oh, yeah.
Coming out of retirement?

No. That's funny.

No, no, I'm just helping
with Kid Sunshine.

Kid Sunshine, talk of the town.

A week ago,
nobody hears of this kid.

Now everyone's talking
about him.

Champ, you get the little
digital jukebox I sent you?

I did. Yes. Thank you, J.J.

Silly's hungry.

No, please, don't feed her.

Hey. Hey, please.

I told you not to do that.

He likes it.

Don't you? Yes, you do.

You know, it's a girl.
She's a girl.

And... hey, come here.
Come here, Silly.

- Come here.
- No, she wants the...

What the fuck?

Sit down. I apologize.

The girls will be reprimanded.
I can assure you of that.

I'm a soft touch for animals.

Here. See this?

I keep her in my backyard
with an electronic fence.

She's just a little, tiny doll.

Oh, you phantasm, you.

Look at her go.
I love to hold her.

You're not afraid
she'll kill you?

Pussy.

Have you ever seen anything...

We don't like him, J.J.

So beautiful?

You know, there was never a name
for that color.

We need more blow, J.J.

The snow leopard
is the most rare

and elusive animal
in the world.

It's mythical,

ultra mysterious,
powerful loners,

alone its whole life.

The furthest thing
from ordinary

on this planet.

Ordinary is our enemy.

Ordinary people
doing ordinary things,

like the laundry.

When I left Pittsburgh,

I promised myself
I would never do

those humdrum things again,

and I have not,

and you will not.

You will be burnished.

I will aluminize your world.

You'll be untouchable.

Ellen?

Couldn't sleep.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Why are your eyes sore?

Why are your eyes sore?

There's some coffee
in the fridge.

Is it that very ordinary
deli shit?

What's so wrong with ordinary?

Breathe through the nose
as much as you can.

Keep that mouth closed.

Keep your brain stale.
Keep your brain in your toes.

Let the cold move your brain
into your toes.

Go get some water for Kid,
please.

Small bottle.

I don't want him drinking much.

Stretch it.

Are you getting the paper
as well?

Would you like
to make a donation

to the Make-A-Wish Foundation?

Hey, you need me, Lou?

I'm giving Kid a rubdown.

I thought after, you could do
some footwork drills with him.

How about tomorrow?

- Everything all right?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow, Kid.

All right, Saint. You good?

Yeah.

- Hola.
- Roberto?

You know what time it is, man?

It's in the fucking paper, man.

- What?
- You killed him?

You fucking shot him?

Hey, hey.

You should talk to J.J.
about that.

Okay? Big comandante J.J.

Too high for me, partner.

No, no, I'm not your
fucking partner anymore.

That's over.

I don't think so, man.

Told you J.J. owned people.

One of the people he owns
is Colby's super.

J.J. has video footage
of you in the lobby,

your beautiful face.

Claro, that's not
what the cops have, though.

Our super gave him
some looped-up shit.

You ain't in that version.

Course, that's how it is now.

Things change.
Your situation is pliable.

It's up to you, bro,

if you want to be
in the clear or not.

Me, I'm gonna cozy on up

and go to sleepy time.

Bye.

Um, it's over on McDonald.

Yeah, it's really nice.

But I only take her,
like, once a year.

And every time, they tell me,

"She's so big."

Do you want to get that?

Or somebody else got it?

Yeah, I think they got it
in the back.

Yeah, don't worry about it.

- I hope.
- I know. Right?

- Is Ronnie working today?
- Yeah.

Anyway, sorry, you were saying.

So you only take her
once a year, anyway, but...

Yeah.

Because I always get worried

about, like,
how often you're supposed

to take 'em in for shots
and everything.

- Yeah.
- Anyway.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Were you wanting anything?

Coffee.

You're not eating?

You see these spoons?

The spoons are fine.

Yeah, if you like someone
else's clam chowder.

Picking a fight
with the Starlight?

- Not hungry.
- Oh, yeah, sure. Since when?

Okay, listen to me,
just listen.

Something bad happened
last night.

I didn't know it, but it did.

I give up. Denzel Washington.

- What?
- Not Denzel?

It's not a fucking
impersonation.

I'm leaving
if you do that again.

You hear me?
Fucking control yourself.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Um...

Something bad has happened.

I'm in trouble.

Now you're scaring me.

It's 'cause I'm scared.

Now, look,

whatever I say for the rest
of this conversation,

just act normal.

You're the one who's slamming
the table and making a scene.

Okay, I don't want to get
into a fucking debate about it.

- Just act regular.
- Okay. Okay.

A man was killed.

A man? What man?

Just some man.

And the thing is,

I'm being framed for it.

Or being threatened
to be framed for it.

Framed? Framed by who?

What the fuck are
you talking about?

J.J. That's who.

J.J.? Why would J.J. frame you?

I thought he wanted to
go into business with you.

He wants to own Bud's and me.

And I should have known.
J.J. doesn't have partners.

Can he frame... how would...

how would he frame you?

My prints are on
the murder weapon.

- Murder...
- Shh.

Roberto had me
hand him his gun.

Roberto left the gun behind
for the cops to find.

They got me walking in on tape,

but that's not the tape
the cops have yet.

I don't know what
you're talking about,

but what are you gonna do?

Roberto's coming by
to pick me up later.

We're supposed to go
on our rounds.

So we call the cops.

My cousin Reggie on the force
in Hoboken.

They got me on tape, Ellen.

My prints are on the gun.

They got me.

These guys are pros
at the game.

I'm a layman.

Your cousin Reggie
can't do shit.

Who died?

He was a schoolteacher.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

A schoolteacher?

Yeah, he was also a cokehead,

if that helps.

Come on. Hey. Use this napkin.

Come on, just act like
everything is everyday ordinary.

Oh, now you want ordinary.

That's good.

Don't get hit.

Don't get hit.

Come on. Push me back.

All right, pivot off the front.

Pivot off the back.

Pivot off the front again.

Off the back.

Some water now?

Not yet. Come on.

Hey, there.

Ellen's walking Silly.

And at Pittsburgh,
there wasn't much else to do

but learn to pick locks.

In fact, this place reminds me
a lot of Pittsburgh.

Faint smell of
Dutch elm disease.

What do you want?

Well, a cup of coffee
would be kind.

It's chilly in here, Bud.

There's some coffee
on the stove,

if you don't mind it
not being fresh or gourmet.

Not being fresh or gourmet
is fine.

It will complete the experience
of this apartment.

Is the building a landmark?

I don't know.

Worn flights of stone stairs
look like they've seen wars.

I bet, you excavate
the basement,

there'd be armloads of tumbrel
and peasant rags.

I'm sure some fool
wants to preserve it.

It's dark in here, but did you
lose a few pounds?

Possible. Yeah.

Kid Sunshine, sometimes
it seems like he's training me.

Or maybe you're having
a nervous breakdown.

That'll make people lose weight
sometimes, if you're lucky.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Kid Sunshine,

I wanted to talk to you
about him.

What do you want to talk
about Kid Sunshine for?

Well, he's got to fall down,
Bud.

Ow.

You weren't kidding
about this coffee.

You got any sugar?

We're all out.

In the first round,
to be exact.

You put your money
on Kid Sunshine,

you're gonna come out
like gangbusters.

That's an inside tip.

This is a great fighter
we're talking about.

He's gonna win.

Oh, that's kindly of you.
The insider's tip...

Let me give you an inside tip.

I don't dig taking chances.

I dig sure things.

If Kid goes down in the first

and I got a ton of money
on him going down in the first,

that is very sure.

Yeah, but is that believable?
In the first round?

That's gonna be shady
to the commission.

Come on.

All fighters are vulnerable
in the first round.

You know that, Bud.
I don't need to tell you.

Hmm, especially
with two knockout guys.

Hell, if you told me Mercury
went down in the first,

I'd believe you, but
it's not gonna be Mercury.

We, um...
we sent the footage of you

in the lobby on the West End
to one of my pocket cops,

and if Kid doesn't go down
in the first,

the tape turns up immediately,

and the superintendent
will tell the cops that

you threatened to kill him,
thus the cover-up

and the fake tape.

Super used to be
a soap opera actor.

He's quite convincing,
actually.

Come on now.

Hey, hey, hey.

You caught sight of
this side of darkness before.

You knew it was there.
Don't act like a birthday boy.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe. I just...

why... why do you always want
to send it all to hell so often?

Hell, my friend, is rising
first thing in the morning

and throughout the day.

I'm just a surfer.

Can't you see that?

No, I guess I can't.

Mmm. Really?

I think you can.

I think you've surfed some
yourself.

Only difference is,
you got rolled.

How about
the Yankees signing, huh?

Looks like they just bought
themselves another championship.

And people say
boxing is crooked.

Prevaricators.

Are we having
an awkward moment?

If it's any consolation,

a lot of the money
we make off Kid

will go straight to
Bud's Place.

I've sketched out
some design stuff.

I'm thinking linoleum,
hyperborean-style.

I know we said it'd be the same
as it is here in Manhattan,

but I need to express
myself creatively,

and a few clued-in alterations,

I'm gonna make it fit in
better in Manhattan.

Bud's needs some irony

if it's gonna fly downtown.

As it is, it's too sincere.

Also, we'll have
$1/2 million set aside

for Kid, to take the edge off.

He's got the whole world
ahead of him.

You can't stand it.

Are you analyzing me?

Don't hurt yourself.

Tell Kid to call me.

Confirmation call.

Put me at ease.

There's a long limousine
driving by outside.

I looked in,
but the windows were darkened.

Thought it was Bruce.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Yeah, you're right.

The Boss wouldn't be
so ostentatious.

Sure he would.

The Boss has hair plugs.

- No way.
- Yeah.

Bruce Springsteen
has hair plugs?

All those guys have hair plugs.

No way.

You have dinner?

No. I'm not hungry.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

Can I get in with you?

Sure.

I know it's only lukewarm.

It's fine.

You want to hear
some neat stuff I read

about the Fuji River?

You remember
that TV show we saw

about Sonny Liston
and the phantom punch?

A lot of fighters have dropped
for money.

A lot of good guys.
It's complicated.

You have to consider
the men we deal with.

You didn't drop.

Yeah, I guess
I was fortunate that way.

I think you have to tell Lou.

No.

If I tell Lou,
he'll have Kid take the fall.

He's not gonna let me do
another round.

Kid Sunshine would be crushed
if he wasn't champ?

Not even about that for him.

If he wins, it's not about him.

It's about something else.

I can't explain it. It's...

I wish I was like that
when I was a fighter.

I wasn't. I was up here.

Big ideas. Big ideas.

I used to make fun of stuff.

And when people's
love for me cracked

and I saw that love
for what it was,

I called them "player haters."

"Haters gonna hate,"
I used to say.

What a stupid thing it is
to be a player.

"Meanwhile, in your life,

"you hardly notice the world
around you.

"Lights changing,

"sirens dying
along the buildings,

"your eyes intent on a sight
you do not see yet.

"Not yet there, as long as
you're only yourself,

"with whom, as you recall,

you were never happy
to be left alone for long."

I don't know if that was a poem

or you're just talking
really great tonight.

Bud?

Yeah?

That sweatshirt stinks.

- Does it?
- Yeah.

- Sorry.
- I'm doing laundry tomorrow.

Could you put it in the bag?

Yeah.

Now, you always do laundry.

I should do that stuff
sometimes.

I don't mind it.

It's peaceful,

the laundromat.

Everything whirling
around in soap.

I read.

Do you ever think that

you'll just go through
this life

and be forgotten?

Well, we'll all be forgotten
regardless.

Even the most famous person,

someday, no one will know
they were here.

Brad Pitt, someday,
all his movies will be dust.

That's fucking depressing.

I don't think so.

You should read this book
I'm reading.

It's all about how the ego
suckers us into thinking

that we're all separate
from each other.

But actually, in reality,

you, me, this bed,

this wall...

Silly...

Don't say her name.
She'll wake up.

We're all the same thing.

We're not separate at all.

And this is all just our mind.

Is that supposed
to be solacing?

No.

It is what it is.

If this is our mind,
the mind is a scary place.

It can be.

Well, there's no way out, so...

might as well
learn to enjoy it.

You got any ideas about
a good way to enjoy it?

Is that your car?

Yeah.

Is there someone in it?

What's wrong?

You're sad.

Well,

lonely.

Maybe it's just it being
Christmas Eve and all.

I get lonely around Christmas.

They kill so many trees.

Statistics are reprehensible.

Oh, shit. Did you hear that?

What?

I think I hear

thousands of trees crying.

Shut up.

It's not funny.

- It's a little funny.
- It's not funny!

Asshole.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah, bring it.

This is the most gourmet shit
I ever had.

I can't seem to find
my appetite for it.

What is that again?

It's... scallops
with raisins, basically.

What's that?

This is the egg caviar.

Good?

No.

You ever had caviar before?

No.

I figured as long as
the hotel is paying for it,

I should try it, but...

it's kind of funky.

You know, Kid can't eat
before his weigh-in,

but he's not missing much.

You got a phone call
this morning

from a woman named Mae.

You were out with Silly.
It was an unknown number.

I thought it might be best
if I answered,

considering everything
that's going on.

She sounded very strange
when she heard my voice.

Then she said,

"Merry Christmas"
and to wish you luck.

That's all.

Okay.

- She works for J.J., right?
- Yeah.

- I think I've seen her before.
- Yeah, yeah, probably.

She was at some of my fights
back in the day.

Look up at me, Bud.

When people ask about you,

I don't tell them
everything that I know.

You haven't always
been good to me.

Breaks my heart.

I love you so much, but...

I don't know if I can
be your girl anymore.

I'll always be your friend,

but...

I got to look out for myself
a little bit.

You know?

All those lights
and all those buildings...

You know, if I...
if I could do it over again,

I'd do it...
I would have married you.

I would have had
a little baby with you.

No, you wouldn't, Bud.

You're gonna do this to me now?

Out of nowhere,
you're just gonna do this?

You're supposed to be
my fucking friend.

You know I'm your
fucking friend.

We're not happy, Bud.

You fuck around on me.

So you don't love me anymore?

I'll always love you.

But you're not, like,
in love with me anymore?

Not... not enough
to make it work.

'Cause if you were
in love with me,

we could make this function;
I-I could change.

People can change.

That's the whole Buddha thing,
right?

I mean, things are always
changing.

A couple months ago, you said,
"Let's do couples therapy."

I said no, like a fuck-head,
but I would do it.

I would do that couples
therapy shit with you.

So you're gonna leave me too,
huh?

You're gonna turn on me
just like everyone else

now that I'm not
the man anymore.

That shit is in your head, Bud.

That is your dumb
ESPN-conditioned version

of the universe where
you're completely dependent

on outside circumstances
and just crumble

the second someone
doesn't bow to you.

I loved you despite all that
neurotic, infantile

football shit.

It's icy streets.
Careful driving. Okay?

Okay.

Hey, when you walk Silly,
just make sure

she doesn't eat anything
off the street.

I know. I know. I won't.

'Cause she wants to eat, like,
chicken bones and shit.

That stuff will kill her.

I'm the one who told you
about the chicken bones.

You really are a fruitcake
if you think that's true.

Wow. I'm not even getting
into that with you.

You're fucking nuts
if you think that,

because I told you
about the chicken bones

when I first met Silly
'cause you had no idea.

Okay, whatever you say, cuckoo.

Just... I mean,
the main thing is,

we agree on her diet.

I won't let her
eat off the street.

- Okay, I promise.
- Okay.

Hello?

My mom always told me
to stay in Montana.

I thought Montana
was for squares.

I had a poster of the
Chrysler Building in my room.

Stared at it for hours.

Metal and stainless steel.

My goal was to come here

and become one of those
Chrysler eagles.

Who knows?

Maybe I achieved my goal.

I know it was J.J.

who had you go down that night
in the fifth.

Even Lou Powell bought it
'cause you got hit so hard

and you were known
for being chinny.

You didn't open your restaurant
on bank loans.

Look, I'm not judgy.
I understand.

You wanted to get out
while your brain worked

and still have something
to show for it.

You could win more by losing.

You know, we could have
a really good time.

Don't be so prideful.

Sometimes I get
these headaches.

I used to tell myself
it was because of the punch,

but I think a person's
conscience can take on

all sorts of physical
manifestations.

J.J. always said
you're one of the smart ones.

Maybe too smart.

No such thing.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

But, you know,
if I get a good lawyer...

I'm guilty of a lot of things,
but murder's not one of them.

You don't want to fight him.

You know, you're looking at me
like I'm ugly.

Wasn't I pretty yesterday?

You still are.
I'm somewhere else.

God, I wish
I could convince you.

The times we'd have...

Yeah? You'd take me to Montana?

Show me the fields?

If you wanted.

I'm not completely sure
if they're still there

or if I could even find them.

They're still there.

I think I'm all turned around.

I should get back to Kid.

Don't try to go straight
on a crooked road.

You'll only get flattened.

Bud?

Sir, do me a favor
and turn off the music.

Sorry. What?

Sir, do me a favor.
Turn off the music.

You want me...
you want another station?

No station.

Hey, Kid's not taking
any visitors.

Sorry.

I'm visiting you. Not Kid.

J.J. asked me
to check in with you.

You checked in.

Is there a trace of defiance
in your demeanor,

or did I mistake?

You mistake.

Look, what can I do for you?

Why are you acting like
you don't know me, man?

I'm not.

Whatever, dude. Be that way.

Kid never called J.J.

That's somewhat discourteous,
don't you think?

Discourteous?

I'm sure he didn't mean it
that way.

So it's just an oversight?

The kid's gonna do
what he's supposed to do?

Kid's gonna do what
he's supposed to do.

Actually, I should
get back to Kid.

Hell, why do you have to
get back to Kid?

Get back to Kid.

I can't believe
you're gonna act

all cold and shit with me, man.

Your fucking dice are loaded.

Make no mistake,
people like us,

we're made to go to war
as entertainment for the rich.

This world is run by a pack
of ferociously ambitious

teenage girls
at the Saint Anne School.

This shit going down,
honor just don't apply.

There ain't no fucking honor
possible in this situation.

It's, are you smart,
or are you stupid?

And you're smart, Spartacus.

So don't be stupid.

Okay.

'Cause you're fucking smart.

They didn't count on
chop-shop parts like us...

motherfuckers with fox brains
to outwit the system.

I know it seems like I'm asking
you to betray your friend,

but what I'm really
asking you to do

is to be enterprising
and entrepreneurial,

because suffice it to say
that I fucking love you, man.

So I'll see you
after the fight.

Condolences to Lou and Kid.

And, hey, man,
J.J. says you got to get

your Twitter follower numbers
way up.

You got, like,
no one following you.

And you're tweeting
in the wind.

Who was that?

Roberto, J.J.'s guy.

What'd he want?

Plainly see he's overwhelmed.

Mercury Williams
has too much power...

Everyone's going one way;
You're going the other.

- What?
- Where to?

Nowhere.

Could you just, like,
drive around?

- You want to see the sights?
- No, no, no.

I've seen the sights.

Just drive around wherever.
Okay?

You want to turn up
the radio now?

I got to hear this.

Yeah, I can turn the radio up.

You don't got to
attitudinize me about it.

Sorry.

Kid Sunshine grabbing Mercury.

Holds on to him for dear life.

The crowd begins to boo.

Referee Smith has to
break the fighters up.

Kid Sunshine's mouth
is bleeding badly.

Ay-yi-yi.

Now Smith checks to see...

It's a massacre.

If Sunshine can continue.

And Sunshine is saying he can.

So here we go.
Fight is back on.

And here comes Mercury again.

Mercury comes in
with the left hook.

Kid Sunshine ducks it.
Hits Mercury in the ribs hard!

Well, there's some life
from the Kid.

- Where did that come from?
- Wowee!

Well, that's what
Mercury Williams is wondering.

He looks angry.

He chases Sunshine
into the corner

and lands a hard body punch,

but Sunshine slides out
of the corner

before Mercury can start
any kind of combination.

Mercury chases after the Kid.

Kid Sunshine stops
in his tracks

and throws a right hand.

Was that a right-hand lead?

I think it was, Joe.

A right-hand lead!

- And Mercury Williams is hurt!
- Oh, mama!

Mercury shakes it off,
comes after Sunshine,

jabs some at Sunshine's head,
but Sunshine blocks.

They circle...

And there's the bell.
The round is over.

Fans are on their feet,
loving it.

An action fight.

Shit. What the hell?

What did I do?

You didn't do anything wrong.
Don't worry.

- They want me.
- What did you do?

Come on.

Right-hand lead.