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Catch y'all guys later, all right?

Shit. Nice punch. Good.

- He's still in. - Yeah.

Do it to him, Wolf!

Alex. Is that 10 grand or are you just happy to see me?

It's there. It's there. Let's go!

Hey, girls!

Just the way I like it. Three coming up.

How did a bonehead like Wolf wind up in a fight ring with Minoso Torres?

Word is that Wolf stepped in on a beef Torres had with Gabriel Caine.

Caine? Caine's too smart to get on Torres' bad side,

unless he had a reason for getting there.

Find him.

Wait here.

It's there! It's there! Let's go!

- Put this on. - Fuck you, I will!

Put this on or I'll break your glasses

and feed you to Lester in D Block, you little gerbil. Now, put it on.

- Right over the grate. - What grate?

Right. Just keep crawling.

It's hot! Jesus, it's hot!

- Good. - Damn!

Stop.

Can I take it off now?

You could, Alex, but if you do, the man on the other side is gonna kill you.

If, however, you show a certain degree of wisdom,

he'll put you on a boat, take you across the lake,

pick you up in a car and then drive you across the state line.

Whatever you decide to do, please do so with haste. Okay?

- What is it? Come on. - Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

You know what, Alex?

Showers aren't gonna be the same without you.

Get in!

Come on, man! Get up! Get up!

Go, baby! Go, baby!

Get your fat ass off the floor!

Get up! Get up!

Get up! Come on! Get up!

Pick him up!

Get your fat ass up!

Get up!

Don't you know you're not supposed to smoke in bed?

Gabe.

Thought you might want to say good night to your little sister

and those ugly dogs of yours back in Diggstown.

Hey, thanks.

You're a good friend, Gabe.

I don't know, Wolf.

I never should have let you fight Torres.

Why? I was going to sing and dance with him?

It did kind of do the trick, though, didn't it?

- So you're here cheering me up. - Yeah.

And you're going to make me a rich man, right?

That I am.

So you're a good friend, maybe the best I ever had.

Nobody ever took the time to teach somebody like me,

and nobody ever gave me a chance

to make the kind of money like we made today.

So you're a good friend.

Okay?

Get some rest, partner.

Yeah.

In the 18 years I've been running Winfield,

there have only been six escapes.

Five of them since you arrived here.

Like little old Alex Dupree.

Up and disappeared last night.

What do you think about that, Mr. Caine?

I think the important thing is not to take it as a rejection of you personally.

You know, Warden, I owe you an apology.

When the guys said your clip was full of blanks,

I didn't know they meant your gun.

I don't carry blanks.

Damn! That was clumsy of me.

It scared me. Did it scare you?

You know, you're smart, Caine.

How is it they ever caught a boy as smart as you?

Well, Warden, let's just say you might want to change careers

and decide to sell phony art to rich people.

You'll want to make sure your painter doesn't use acrylics

on 18th century English landscapes.

I'll remember that, Mr. Caine. I will.

And you remember this.

I'm going to find out how you've been doing it,

and before you're released next week.

Keith!

So I guess this means Club Med is out.

Jesus. What if they find the tunnel?

So what? What, you think I left my name on it?

I don't know.

Queen's key.

What do you think the chances are of another queen right here?

Two showing. 10 cards down. Looks like two out of 40 to me.

-45%? - Yup.

Unless, of course...

Unless, of course, there's only one queen left

because the other one isn't where you put it.

$10,000 coming out okay with Alex?

Leave it to you to make 50 Gs in jail.

A mere bag of shells, but it should get us started.

How are those farm boys looking in Diggstown?

Nothing Roy can't handle. I've seen them all. How's he doing?

Roy? He's doing good. He's... I talked to him. He's really excited.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Good. - Yeah.

So, it's time to set the hook in Diggstown. Do it just like I told you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, exactly like I told you.

Okay.

Then the party's on me when it's over.

- Hey, man. - Gabe, when it's over,

we'll all be lucky to get away before they kill us.

You know the difference between a hustler and a good con man?

What?

Hustler has to get out of town as quick as he can,

but a good con man,

he doesn't have to leave till he wants to.

Well, we're in business.

Fitz, man!

- Corny! - Right!

How are you?

Remember I promised I told you I'd introduce you to some of the guys?

You certainly did.

- Yeah, well, this is Frank and Sam. - Frank. Hello, Sam.

- And that's Tank there. - Tank.

Over there playing pool is Robby and Billy.

This is the big fertilizer man.

Daniel Patrick O'Shannon Fitzpatrick.

Call me Fitz.

I hear you're pretty good with card tricks, Fitzwacker.

You did?

How are you at the real thing?

You don't want me sitting in here, Frankster.

Why, cards just kind of turn to money in these hands.

Back home, they call me the Cleveland Collector.

That's what he told me.

Well, they'll be calling you the Cleveland Clown after we're through with you.

They will?

Sit your ass down.

Seriously?

I don't want any hard feelings here, guys, I'm telling you,

if I take all your money.

Okay.

I hope I got enough money to get in this game.

Cut.

Luck be a lady tonight. Thank you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Really, I'm very sorry.

It must be my lucky day.

Sam, thank you. Thank you kindly.

Ouch, ouch. Frank. Ouch. Thank you.

This is fun. This is fun. Isn't this fun?

Shit. Damn. This his?

It must be.

Damn, that's a nice truck.

I'd give my dick for a truck like this.

What would be the use of having it?

Yeah.

Dude, I better be going. I'll see you around.

All right, Robby. Talk to you later.

Yeah.

God, I love this building.

Yeah, well, you were a genius to buy this place.

No, no, I was a genius to have the town buy this place,

and then hire me to manage it.

That's genius.

Well, Daddy, you are this town.

Yes, I am. Yes, I am.

You left yourself wide open. I'll tell you something.

You know, there are several ways of getting things done.

It's time you start learning what they are.

Someday, Diggstown will be yours.

Well, I'm ready whenever you say so.

Why, I'm sure you are, Robby Gillon. I'm sure you are.

Every day, it becomes more and more important to how people see you.

You want to make goddamn sure they don't ever see anything

you don't want them to see.

You got that?

Yeah, I guess so.

Good boy. That's my boy.

Then, I think maybe they should get used to seeing how good you look

in a 1958 red and white Corvette.

Oh, my God, Daddy.

"You're next, Robby."

I can't believe this.

That's what that car says.

Oh, my God, she's beautiful, Dad.

"You're next."

Hey, Gabe, I know you're in a hurry, but it would mean a lot to me

if you could stop and say hi to my dogs.

Say hi to your dogs? Are you joking? What is that?

They'd smell me on this.

Wolf, you're gonna be out of here in two weeks.

Please.

But I've been gone a long time. I know they miss me.

And it won't be no trouble, I swear.

They're out there at the boarding house with my sister.

That's right. I don't want Emily to know that you and I know each other.

Come on. Think about this.

But how is talking to my dogs gonna tell her that?

Wolf, we're gonna need Emily's help on this thing that we're setting up.

I can't ask her to do that. I don't know her. She's your sister.

You got to ask her when you get out.

Now, come on. Use your head.

Gabe, she hates me.

I wouldn't see her when she come up here.

I mean, she won't return my letters.

Wolf, I'll say hi to your fucking dogs for you, okay?

Thanks.

State of Georgia might be through with you, Caine, but I'm not.

You know what you need? You need to get out a little more often.

You're spending way too much time in the company of men.

Be seeing you, Caine.

In your fucking dreams. Come on, open up.

I got a whole world waiting.

Hey, baby!

Shit.

Not even a damn kiss on the cheek.

What a stud.

So, Gabe, has it been two years already?

The action hasn't been the same without you.

Well, they credit you two-for-one these days if you don't use a gun.

God bless the liberals.

Paulo.

I'm setting something up, Victor.

Money's going to run about half a mil.

I'm gonna need an establishment type like the esteemed Victor Corsini

to hold the money. You interested?

How about this guy, Paulo?

You know I can't resist watching you work,

but where did you ever get $500,000?

From you.

Don't make me have to kill you, Gabriel.

You know how I hate it when I have to kill my friends.

Far be it for me to ruin your day.

Come on, Victor. Do I have it or not?

Hey, that's a good spot.

Come on, bud!

For crying out loud,

what kind of fight do you call that?

You in the wrong seat, boy.

Nobody gave seating assignments.

I'm about ready to give you one. This is Mr. Gillon's chair.

You must be our Floridian tourist.

You certainly have wonderful taste in automobiles.

Yeah, well, it's kind of a limp color, snowflake white,

but I figured, hey, it's all the dealer had,

so better a limp color than a limp model like the 300, for example.

Least I had me enough change left over to buy myself a proper pair of socks.

Hey, I'm just fucking with you. Hey, you want your seat back?

Please, feel free. I was bored shitless with this fight anyway.

So you're saying that our boxing here in Diggstown's

not to your satisfaction, Mr...

Caine. Gabriel Caine.

- John Gillon. - Nice to meet you.

Hey, can I be frank with you?

Please.

It's never too satisfying knowing who's going to win every time.

You know what I mean?

Take this mamaluke in the white trunks over here. Okay?

Halfway through the first round, he comes out,

I know he's going to be kissing canvas.

And ba-boom! He's already done it twice.

So what do you think? Is he going to kiss canvas the third time? Yes.

All right!

Guys, hey, I'm surprised as you are.

Believe you me, that was a very lucky shot.

Should we up the bet again?

We better take him while he's still able to stand.

Always go with what you know, Frank.

My cardinal rule of gambling.

You ready for $300 a game?

$3,000. I'll play the kid for pink slips, if he wants.

You really serious? That truck?

Hell, yeah. I always wanted a Corvette.

Besides, a man never bets what he can't back up. Right, Frankie?

That's right, Fitzie.

Let's do it.

So what you're saying is that you think this man over here in the red trunks

is gonna win this fight?

What, is there, like, acoustical problem in here?

I didn't say I think he's gonna win this fight.

I said I know he's gonna win this fight.

Hey, I got to split.

By the way, I'd bet $1,000 on it.

But would you bet 2,000 bucks on it?

What, are you joking?

There's two things we never joke about here in Diggstown, Mr. Caine.

Our boxing and our betting.

It's one minute.

Go get them! Go get them!

Hey!

A minute, 10.

15.

17, 18, 19.

One minute, 19 seconds.

One minute, 19 seconds.

One minute, 19 seconds?

That's good. That's very good.

He's good. You're good.

You want to just save the effort and concede?

No. I've done that good before.

Question is, can I do it now?

No! Keep your guard up! What's the matter with you?

Give yourself some room!

Buck!

Mr. Caine.

One, two, three...

Nobody sits in my seat.

A minute, 10.

12.

13.

14.

15.

16, 17.

- A minute, 17. - Yes!

I can't believe it!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Keys.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Thank you. Drinks on me!

Hustling?

Now, ain't that a bitch?

Did I ask you to shoot pool?

Did I beg to play poker with you guys?

Hell, no! I told you I was going to win!

Now you're all upset because you didn't listen?

I'm sorry. You're just a little bit full of shit on this one.

Like this sorry nonsense right here.

You're saying something about Charles Macum Diggs, hotshot?

Hey, come on, Frank,

Charles Macum Diggs is one of the most overrated

would-be-but-never-was heavyweights of modern times.

It's a wonder he didn't get killed in that last fight.

Charles Macum Diggs was one of the greatest boxers of all time.

I've seen him put away as many as five men in one day when he was training.

Now, you name anybody you've ever seen do that, loudmouth.

Honey Roy Palmer.

Who?

The most underrated heavyweight of modern time.

Honey Roy Palmer.

I ain't never heard of no Honey Roy Palmer.

You never heard of him 'cause he never got a shot.

He could take on any ten of you in a day.

Any ten, any day!

Nobody can take ten men. Nobody.

I got $10,000 against your $1,000

says he could take on any ten Diggstown men

and walk away from every one.

Don't tell me what I know.

Wanda, where have you been? I'm in fierce need of libation.

How's about your $100,000 against my $10,000?

Hell, yeah. Why not?

You got yourself a bet there, sonny.

Who are you?

John Clayton Gillon, that's who I am.

The former manager and forever champion of Charles Macum Diggs.

When was it you was thinking of putting on this little event of yours, Mr...

You?

You're not serious.

Yeah, I am serious.

I brought my $10,000 cash, just to show you how serious.

Surely you have your $100,000.

You own my son's car, I understand. That's gotta be worth $25,000.

And I've seen that fancy rig of yours outside.

At least they said it was yours. That's another $25,000.

That's $50,000. That leaves $50,000 cash.

A high roller like yourself,

I'm sure you got $50,000 cash on you at all times.

Because if you don't,

you know what we call that around here?

A forfeit.

And right now.

I didn't really mean necessarily $10,000.

I'll back him.

Mr. Caine.

Are you a fan of Honey Roy Palmer's, too?

I don't know who the hell Honey Roy Palmer is.

I just want to see you eat ten grand.

Your man as good as you say he is, stud?

Fucking well better be.

I don't want any more money kept with this sheriff either.

You know Delbert Weisman in Vegas? Victor Corsini in Miami?

I know Mr. Corsini. Has an excellent reputation.

I have no problem at all with him escrowing our wager.

Monday morning, you make sure the funds are wired to Mr. Corsini in Miami.

How's two weeks from tonight for the event?

Done. And I'll be back Wednesday, work out the fight rules.

Fair enough, Mr. Caine.

Chubby, the vehicles will remain right here in town.

Morris, somebody remind me in church Sunday morning

to thank God for making fools.

Morning, Fitz. Come on.

Come on. Whoa! Yes.

Nice look.

Seven pitchers of beer.

I told you the pills would keep you from getting drunk.

The hangover, on the other hand, pretty much non-negotiable.

Nice face.

So, can I get you something?

Anchovies and milk?

Some deviled eggs?

Fitzy, come on. You gotta get up and take me to the airport,

'cause I gotta go to Texas and get Roy now.

Why do you have to go get Roy?

There's no problem with him coming down on his own.

There is if he doesn't know he's supposed to.

Sugar?

What?

- Gabe? - Yes?

Roy's in, right? I mean, did Roy say he isn't in?

He didn't say that, did he?

No, no, no. He's in. I mean, pretty much.

You know, he hasn't said that he's out.

Gabe?

Yes?

What did he say when you asked him if he's in?

Fitz, I haven't asked him yet.

No good? How about some pork tartare?

Some goulash, maybe?

How about a little spam and yogurt?

How about some moo goo gai pan?

You keep your eyes on the man, right?

Now, you keep that right hand where you can feel it but you can't see it.

Let's try the double jab.

One, two. All right, now, you gotta remember, keep your elbows in

and turn that punch over.

All right, now I've got a trick here for you.

This one is gonna be a double jab that...

Pass it back out!

- You got my money? - Not exactly, but...

Then get out of here.

Will you stop trying to be mad at me?

I'm not trying to be mad at you. I am mad at you.

You're sulking.

You're sulking because of that last night in Moline.

Hold it. Jose, you take over.

You looked hurt, Roy, so I stopped the fight.

You lost faith in me. It was a cash fight.

You're the one that kept drilling me that half the money is in the acting.

$92,000, man. $92,000.

I know you're here to try to pitch me on something,

but I'm off the con, man. I'm out, complete, forever.

All right.

What do you mean, all right?

I mean, if you're not interested, you're not interested.

All right.

Take care of yourself.

How's Mary?

What?

How is Mary?

She's fine.

Good.

Hey!

Why don't you come to the house for dinner tonight?

Dinner? Good. Great.

-7:00? - Yeah.

I'll bring the wine.

You got it.

One condition.

What?

No business.

He's great with the kids at the Y.

You're really good with them, Roy.

Well, I like it. Keeps them off the street and out of those gangs.

Also, you know, I get to work out for nothing.

It's important to stay in shape, 'cause, you know,

there could be a seniors bout sometime in your future.

Mary Ellen, can I ask a question?

Is it possible you've become a more fantastic cook since Moline?

You want some more wine? Here. Let me just top that up.

Good night, Mary Ellen.

You two look really happy together, Roy.

The two of you got a wonderful home, a terrific job.

You've done good, partner.

Yep. Well, it's a start.

I got to go.

We were the best.

Roy Palmer, you get your sorry butt back in this bed.

He's playing you like a cat on a string.

I just have to make a phone call, babe.

Who are you gonna call at this hour?

People who are up at this hour.

You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch.

Not only do you put this gig into play without talking to me,

but you get yourself in a money deal with Corsini

that's gonna get your ass killed!

I don't believe you, Gabriel.

And don't think I don't know why you did it.

I know, all right.

You think good old Roy's going to jump on his horse and save your scheming ass.

You think I won't tell you to go straight to hell, do you?

Well, you've got a big surprise coming your way, mister.

Big surprise!

Pick me up at 8:00.

I found Honey Roy Palmer in some old books.

His last recorded fight was in '72.

'72?

How old is this boy?

48.

10 men, he ain't gonna last 10 seconds.

Well, his knockout record was unheard of.

Out of 36 fights, 31 by knockouts, 3 by TKOs, and only one by decision.

Damn.

Well, at least he lost two.

Both the same fighter. A guy named Hammerhead Hagan.

One by decision, the other by TKO. Then he just faded away.

Congratulations on your new truck, John.

- You know what that book doesn't show? - What's that?

All the cash fighting he's done since then.

Those records don't lie.

You fellows better remember,

this is a man who knocks people unconscious with a single blow.

Now, I consider any such man extremely dangerous,

even at 48 years old.

Ben.

- Gabriel Caine. - How are you doing?

Honey Roy Palmer.

Ben is not what you'd call one of Gillon's most ardent fans.

He's the only one in town besides Gillon that still owns his own land.

How'd you manage that, Ben?

While everybody else was trying to get rich off Diggs' last fight,

I went fishing.

It was a real bad time here.

People lost farms that had been in the family for years.

Folks really got hurt.

There it is.

The very ring that Charlie Diggs himself trained in.

I fixed it up just the way you wanted.

What's it doing here?

Diggs used to work for me.

Asked to put it up so him and his friends would have somewhere to practice.

Bought a place over on the river once he was doing good.

He's still there.

Charles Macum Diggs.

I hear he's kind of a vegetable now.

Got his moments.

Mostly sits in his chair staring out at nothing.

Jesus.

Who's Willie? Who's Waylon?

I bet you're little Dolly, because you're so pretty.

Yes. See, pup, see?

All right. See?

Whoa! Okay, who's Dolly?

Who's the pretty one? 'Cause you're pretty.

Are you Elvis? Are you...

You're a friend of my brother's, aren't you? I'm Emily.

You're... No, I, actually, was just looking at the dogs...

You're a friend of Wolf's or they'd have torn your arm off by now.

It's his shirt, isn't it?

- How is he? - He's good. He's good.

He's looking forward to coming home.

Yeah, me, too. I miss him.

Excuse me.

I take it you're Mr. Caine.

The whole town's talking about you and your partner after the other night.

Partner? No, no, I just met that Mr. Fitz... Whatever.

I see. A coincidence?

Yeah, that's it.

Well, imagine that. I mean, you know my brother from prison.

And here, you and this other fellow show up

days apart and just before Wolf's coming home.

And suddenly, there's this huge bet

on a fight that sounds impossible.

Coincidence just seems to follow you around, doesn't it, Mr. Caine?

You sure you're Wolf Forrester's sister?

Well, people say I take after my mother.

She was smart enough to get out of this town when I was still in diapers.

Emily, Wolf asked me, begged me,

to visit his dogs when I got out and so, you know, I did. And that's that.

But please, let's not let anybody else get the wrong idea

about me knowing Wolf and being in prison, okay?

It's like our little secret. What do you say?

I got to go back to work.

I got to rush Mrs. Perkins' basement ready for a new tenant.

Wait a minute. I thought you worked at the bank.

Extra money. I'm leaving soon.

So do we have a deal?

I don't make deals with strangers,

and little secrets are for little children.

Do I look like a child to you, Mr. Caine?

No, ma'am, you most assuredly do not.

Good day, Mr. Caine.

Son of a bitch! Ten ounces in ten rounds?

You just forget about it!

Nobody lives in town.

24 hours? You can forget your fight.

They've always been five rounds with eight ounces.

Eight-ounce gloves in five-round fights.

Ten ounces in ten rounds? You just forget it.

Do I look that stupid? Do I look that stupid or have you all

been breeding too close to the gene pool again?

Diggstown is Olivair County.

A day is 24 hours.

Tell you what.

Mr. Caine, my son and his friend

are trying desperately to regain their honor and his car.

And while I admire their courage as men,

I worry a great deal about their safety.

They're boys.

Let them wear the headgear, just those two,

and you can have your 24-hour day.

But Diggstown is in Olivair County,

and any man residing in the county

is a Diggstown man.

I tell you what.

Any man residing inside the county line today

and can prove it

is a Diggstown man.

Why, Mr. Caine, you certainly don't think

that I'd stoop to bringing in a ringer, do you?

Not now, I don't.

51, 17.

Yeah! Yeah!

Jesus.

Hey, Gabe.

So, what's his time like for the mile, Buster?

Seven minutes, three seconds.

That's good. Why don't you put down 8:40?

Hi.

Evening.

Hey! Hey! No!

Come on! Hey!

Get off his car! Here!

What was that all about?

Sorry, they just like you because they think that you're Wolf's friend.

- Hot, huh? - You get used to it.

So, what does our new tenant think about what you did with the basement?

I wouldn't know. I never even met him.

Me, neither.

Damn it.

Look at him go.

Well, there's only five days left, John.

Shouldn't you be deciding on those last three fighters pretty quick?

I already decided on two.

Buck Holland and Sonny Hawkins.

What about the last one?

What last one? We may not need a last one.

The way Coach has been working our boys, we may not...

- Morning. - Morning, my boy.

Look how he just suddenly appears out of nowhere.

What going on over at Culver's?

Here's his running times, Mr. Gillon.

I shot a whole roll of film, too.

Well, get it on over to Vern's and tell him to put a rush on it.

I'm getting kind of anxious to take a look at this old boy.

- This is it? - Uh-huh.

That's as fast as he can go?

It looks like age has finally caught up with our poor old Honey Roy Palmer.

Take this, Corny. Run on back. We gonna kill something now.

Thank you, Mr. Gillon.

- Just dip your shoulder. - Okay.

Buster says he dips his shoulder before he throws it.

Now dip your shoulder.

Good! One more time. Let me see you dip, all right?

Dip. Dip. Dip. Dip.

Yeah. Good.

By the way,

I saw Mr. Charles Macum Diggs the other day.

- Is that so? Good. - Yeah.

He didn't get that way from a whole lot of hits in the head.

Tell me what happened.

You know what happened. It was in all the papers.

Yeah? What wasn't in the papers?

What do you mean? Hey, the guy got hurt.

It happens, Roy. It happens to fighters. I thought you knew that.

- I know when you're conning me. - Stop it.

Tell me what happened.

Hey, stop fucking around and let's get to work.

- What happened? What happened? - Hey! Hey!

- Okay! - Come on!

Speak up.

Gillon doped him in the last fight.

He doped him. The money was long.

Guess he figured he could make a killing and forget about the title shot.

What can I tell you? He drugged the guy, okay?

End of story. Come on, let's go to work.

- How'd he do it? - Not important.

- How'd he do it? - Goddamn it!

Keep your mind on business

instead of ancient history that you can't change. You hear me?

My mind is on business. Now, tell me how did he do it?

Hey! He shot him up with amyl nitrate between rounds.

Gillon knew that Charles Macum Diggs would never take a fall,

so he put the dope in his nasal spray.

How that man went the distance is anybody's guess.

But there's one thing for sure, his brain didn't.

There. You happy now?

What's wrong?

Nothing. Just taking a break.

Did you see Buster?

Going great. Right on schedule.

Gave me a list of Gillon's fighters.

Buster says he can lay a whammy on four guys,

suggests we approach the Busby brothers direct.

- Buy them? Thanks. - Yeah.

Okay, good. So that leaves four fights that aren't fixed

and two of those are high-school kids with headgear.

- Any word on the tenth fight? - Nothing yet.

Gillon's playing with us.

We probably won't know his ace in the hole until the night of...

Emily.

You say you're a friend of my brother's.

For all I know, you were his worst enemy.

You're just using things he told you

to cheat people around here for some money.

What? You think I'm here to steal dimes and quarters out of cookie jars?

I wish I knew why you were here.

Look. Just promise me you'll wait till Wolf gets home

before you pass judgment or say anything to anyone.

Okay?

You can, but I wouldn't suggest you go over there.

- I don't know. Let's go see. Yeah. - Come on, honey.

- Hey, y'all, move away from there! - What is it?

I think it's Wolf!

Oh, my God!

Oh, no!

You shouldn't be showing this.

I thought he was still in prison.

It's Wolf.

Emily!

- I'm sorry. - Why is my brother dead?

- I don't know. I wish I knew. - You know something!

You tell me right now or I'm gonna go out there,

I'm gonna tell 'em how you fixed that fight!

I don't know why Wolf is dead!

I don't, truly. It's not because he was trying to escape.

- Because nobody runs with a week to go. - What are you talking about?

I'm saying that Wolf...

Maybe Wolf was never supposed to come home.

Emily, your brother accidentally found out something

that he wasn't supposed to know.

That Gillon fixed Diggs' last fight.

And before he even realized what he knew,

he was the county drug lord and being carted off to prison.

He never had a chance to tell you this.

Emily, I need your help.

I need you to find out how much money Gillon's really got.

Wolf was going to ask you.

He was a part of this.

They won't even bury him, right?

Emily, I promise you,

your brother will have the best funeral this town's ever seen.

Jesus

My Jesus

Your love means so much to me

So much to me

- Jesus - Jesus

- My Jesus - My Jesus

Your love is all that I need

Yeah

Hey, guys.

$5,000!

$5,000!

Mr. Gillon says he'll pay $10,000

for the man who knocks Honey Roy Palmer out.

Yeah, but Ham, how do we know we'll even get a chance to fight him

before somebody else knocks him out?

Besides, look, Gillon ain't gonna let us go first.

Ham, that's money in the hand. That's money in the hand.

That's absolutely right, Slim.

Absolutely right.

What do you say, Ham?

Come on, Ham.

- All right. - Yes! Yes! All right.

- Make it look real. - Okay.

- Listen to Roy in the ring. - Okay.

- Don't go waving that around. - No, no, no.

Do you hear the man?

Now, you hide this good where nobody can find it.

Don't worry about me, Ham. I'll hide this plenty good.

Evening.

I'm Roy Palmer.

I'm the one fighting tonight. You probably heard.

Or maybe you didn't.

In a way, it's kind of like you I'm fighting.

But I know it ain't. It ain't.

I heard what happened, what they did to you.

Yeah.

Things were rough back then.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I'd done things their way.

But you can't fight the money. That's what I learned.

Hope you never have to wonder about that, man.

Hello.

What you doing?

Nothing.

Just trying to get everything ready for those bank examiners.

Emily, what would I do without you?

Don't work too late, now. Wouldn't want to miss the fight.

Gabe?

You were right.

These are the bank records. Gillon owns the whole town.

What is all this?

He's worth almost two million dollars.

What is this? What are all these...

That last Diggs' fight, he bet everyone's money on the other fighter.

He sold farms?

Land, everything! Stores, farms, everything around here.

- How much cash has he got? - He's got $720,000.

He used their money and then foreclosed on them?

- Exactly. Exactly. - And stole the town.

This Gillon is some piece of work. You gotta love the guy.

The kind of information that can get you killed.

You know that, right?

You're incredible, Emily. This is...

This is...

Thank you.

I got to get cooking.

I'll see you at the fight.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Mr. Caine!

Quite an exciting way to lose $50,000, wouldn't you say?

I'm willing to side another $50,000 that I don't, Mr. Gillon,

just you and me.

Personal?

Luckily, I brought my banker

who just happens to have two drafts here that I can sign.

How fortunate. I'm sure Mr. Corsini's people have done the same for me.

Yes? Thank you.

Wouldn't have a pen, would you, Paulo?

No, thanks. Just put one out.

I congratulate you on your choice of starting times.

Making our farm men fight

when they're used to being fast asleep in their beddies. Very clever.

I like that.

Well, 12:01 a.m. is when Saturday starts.

Why waste a day?

Hey, Fish. How's the Big Apple?

A snore compared to what you've got going down here tonight.

You boys have outdone yourselves.

Yeah, you just keep his eyes open and his cuts closed,

and we'll all go home rich.

- Count on it. - I am.

Okay, Buster got us the top half of the line-up.

I figure Gillon is going to wait and see how it goes

before he picks the rest.

It looks great for us. Buck's the only real fight, right?

Right. Buster had a bimbo come in last night.

Wore out Billy all night long and half the day, so he's out of there.

Sam Lester gets the brown bottle treatment.

He's gonna leave skid marks from here to Savannah.

The only thing you gotta do, Roy, is help make these bums look good.

Otherwise, the side action is gonna stink.

I will make it look just like the Thrilla in Manila.

You just be sure you keep your mind on your business this time.

- Will you stop? - No, I'm never gonna stop.

- Slim and Ham are covered, right? - Done, cost us five grand.

Hey!

You want the whole world to know?

Now, you fighters, the first two rounds,

you do exactly what I say, you make $1,000, guaranteed.

After that, I don't care.

Go for the grand prize. Knock the man out.

That's up to you.

Buck, we're starting with you because of this right hand.

I want you to work on his left eye. I want you to cut it.

Knock it out. I don't care how.

Just tear it out of his head. You got that?

I'll knock it out for sure.

Attaboy.

Slim, you're next.

You're our lefty. You work on the right eye.

You understand that?

This man reads nothing but Braille from now on because of you.

Fair enough?

Which brings us to you, Billy.

You get inside here, okay? Start working on his solar plexus.

He can't hurt you, son.

- You're gonna have headgear on. Okay? - Yes, sir.

Sam. That's you. You get the honors.

How about that?

All those years, the lack of discipline I was on you all the time about.

Too many roundhouses.

Now, they're going to pay off.

The man's midsection is gonna be broken.

He's gonna be blind as Tidwell's goat.

Now you use the roundhouses

and you knock him down and out once and for all, right?

You can bet on that.

I already have.

Who's next?

See this?

This man stood up. That's because he knows he wants it.

In the pressure cooker, this man wants it.

If Honey Roy Palmer is still standing, by some freakish reason,

then you put these big anvils to work and you put him down, once and for all.

- You got that, Hambone? - Yes, sir.

I'll whoop him good, sir.

No, you whoop him bad, sir.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Daddy. I'd like to switch places with Billy.

I'd like to fight in the first half.

It's all right with me, Mr. Gillon.

Switching places is out.

I need you in the second line-up.

Don't you understand something?

All of you guys better understand right now.

If Honey Roy Palmer is still standing after 25 rounds of boxing,

don't you know what that means?

That doesn't mean he has boxing skill.

That means he's got a heart. The man can fight.

But this is what keeps him going and this is where you come in.

You take this right hand of yours and you break the bones in his face.

And then you go in with that Gillon hand and crush his brain!

Got that, Robby? You crush his brain.

Now, everybody grab hands. Come on.

Let's go.

Make a circle.

Dear Lord,

please give us the strength and courage to tear this man from limb to limb.

Come on, Buck!

Popcorn! Get your hot popcorn!

You had your instructions downstairs.

Watch the low blows.

In case of a knockdown, go to mutual corners. You understand?

Shake gloves, come out fighting.

Get him, Buck!

Boo!

The eye!

Come on, keep moving. That-a boy.

Don't go toe to toe!

Get off the ropes.

That's it! That's it! That's it!

Don't get clever, Roy.

Yes! Yes!

Six. Seven. Eight.

Don't get clever.

Yes! Yes!

Come on! Come on!

Motherfucking son of a bitch!

We'll get him.

All right. Thanks! Beautiful!

Looking good, Buck. Looking good.

Look at me. Look at me.

How's he feel?

- He's doable. - That's all I want to hear.

Unless, of course, he gets lucky.

Can always get lucky in here.

- That's not what I want to hear. - I know.

Figured since I was taking all the punches,

only fair you share in some of the anxiety.

Fight!

Come on, Roy. Step back! Get off the ropes!

Come on. Get your guard up!

Man, why are you... Oh, yeah! Yeah!

Okay, now move!

Roy!

Get moving, Roy!

Welcome to Diggstown.

Yeah! You're killing him!

20 to 180. Thank you very much!

I'm taking his ass out myself.

Keep moving, Roy. Get off the ropes.

Come on! The combination!

Now, hook. Hook! Take him down!

Put him away, Roy!

Put him away!

Yes! Yes!

Get up, you fat fuck, get up!

Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Out.

My compliments, Fitz.

He was everything you said he was.

- He's a real slugger, isn't he? - Yeah.

Certainly is.

I'm so impressed that I'm actually willing to double our side-bet, just you and me.

Done. That makes it $100,000.

The man can add.

Hit him!

Mix it up, man. I ain't made of glass.

Come on, break it up!

Fight!

Get out of the way! Go!

He's giving a lousy performance.

He's embarrassing. Business stinks.

- Put him away, and go for Billy. - All right.

Fight!

- Get up! - Get to your corner.

One. Two.

Yes!

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Out!

Fight!

The body, Roy! The body!

Kick his ass!

I said 40 to 180.

Know him out, Roy! Get him in the corner.

All that headgear.

It's like trying to fight Darth Vader or somebody.

You gotta stay with his head. You got that? Yeah?

Only an 18-year-old could drink and fuck all night long

and still look that good.

So you'd like to put a grand on the kid going three?

Cheap Ray-Ban's, a grand.

Fight!

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Are you sure about this, sonny?

He's right, son. You can walk on out of here proud.

Fuck you, nigger.

Eight. Nine.

He's out!

Nice work, kid.

Gut shots are the worst.

The worst!

The worst is yet to come, Fish.

Sam's up next, remember?

You can send your next man up, if you got any more willing.

I think I'd be able to still find me a couple of hands not shaking so bad

that we couldn't get gloves on them.

How about your own there, Mr. Caine?

- You ready to sign another bank draft? - Absolutely.

- Good. - Bank draft.

Your man here, Honey Roy...

Inspirational.

Inspirational.

I'm so inspired that

I'm thinking of upping our side-bet to an even quarter million dollars.

How about you?

Quarter mil.

You must have some pretty big guns coming up,

but consider me inspired.

Geez. Damn, Sam, you're killing me.

Just get me some water, man. Get me some water!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Yeah, drink it up.

We're bad. We're very bad.

Well, at least we're safe.

I am. Good luck.

Fight!

Get a muffler for that thing.

Oh, my God!

$5,000, underneath the seat of the cab of your truck. Don't lie to me, boy.

I'm a generous man.

As I see it, you got two choices.

You can whoops him good and win your fight tonight,

or you can lose it and bury your brother here,

at first light tomorrow.

I will get a "Yes, sir" on that.

Come on, Ham!

Son of a...

Come on, Roy. Get out of the corner.

Come on. Keep dancing. Just dance with it.

That's it. That's it.

Goddamn it! Get off the ropes.

Get off!

Break it up! Let's go. Break it up!

Get off the ropes!

Stop them, ref, right now!

Son of a bitch!

What's going on? What's going on?

What's up with these Busbys?

One of them won't start. The other one won't stop.

Don't take any chances. Either Ham's decided to fuck us,

or Gillon outbid us. Now, tell him to go down right now.

What if he won't?

Fight!

Hey, man, it's time.

Let me have your chin. Give me your chin.

Give me your chin.

Yeah! Go and get him.

Stick and move! Stick and move!

All right! Keep floating! Come on, keep moving.

Now, put him away!

Pick it up. That's it. Put him away!

That's it! That's it!

Come on, let's break it up!

20 to 180. I'll be by the hot dog stand.

Getting old on me? You go 15 rounds.

You're wheezing like an old goat.

I don't know what's worse.

Fighting him or listening to your mouth.

That's motivation, okay?

You call that motivation?

Yeah, it gets the anger up. It's good for you.

Anytime I want anger, all I gotta do is remember Moline.

Don't start with Moline again. Do me a favor.

Motivation, my ass!

Here, just get in the ring and fight this guy.

Back off! Make him do the work!

Back off!

Come on, break it up. Let's go. Break it up.

You go get him, boy!

Come on! Come on!

He's killing you. He's busting you up in there.

You gotta finish him off right now.

You gotta show this double-crossing son of a bitch

why they call you Honey Roy Palmer.

You gotta do your sweet thing and you do it now! You hear me?

One. Two. Three. Four.

He's out!

Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Fight!

Neutral corner.

Two. Three. Four. Five.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Slim!

Slim!

Slim!

Slim!

Oh, no!

No!

No! Slim!

Oh, God!

No! God!

Come on, son. Let's move on back.

Get him back down. Get him out of the way.

Goddamn you!

You better watch out, boy! You better get on back!

You better get back right now!

Get off of me! Get off of me!

You better move back, boy!

It's all right. It's okay.

Come on. You gotta be cool now.

- They didn't have to kill him! - It's okay. Gotta be cool.

Looks like poor Slim had all of his hopes on winning that money.

- Come on, Ham. - Be strong, Ham.

Settle down now. We got to get you back to the station.

You're gonna have to answer some questions down there.

Sorry, Ham.

That was one courageous fight you just fought out there, son.

You know what I mean.

Your brother ever try to commit suicide before?

Would you be willing to take some kind of a break now?

You think I need a break...

You just keep this coming, you son of a bitch!

I want your ass in the ring!

We'll take your break, okay?

The names mean absolutely nothing to me.

I got to have faces to go with the names.

Well, then fax me pictures of anybody ever connected with Gabriel Caine.

Hey, Buster, just give me Gillon's second half line-up right now.

Right... Shit!

Shit!

Hello, Gabriel.

How's it hanging?

Kind of all at once, Paulo. How's things with you?

- Better and better since you got out. - Good.

Looks like I'm finally gonna get to kill you after all, eh?

That's a distinct possibility,

although I'd bet $4 against an hour with your mother

that it doesn't happen that way.

I'm really sorry. That was insulting.

Five bucks.

Mr. Corsini felt a little reminder of your obligations

would be in your own best interest.

Seeing as to what just happened in town.

It's kind of working.

Not that you could have any doubt

who would kill you the worst, could you?

No, sir.

Come midnight, you better win.

Don't ask. Just Victor doing me a favor.

Would you untie me so I can get this thing off my neck, please?

I hate being hung.

I just hate it!

The plan's changed.

Gillon's got over 700 grand in cash. And I say we gut the prick.

If you guys want out, I'll understand.

This ain't about money anymore.

All right.

Buster get the line-up for the second half?

Yeah, Sonny's up first, but he's all show.

Robby Gillon's next and we know what he's about.

Get me some towels, Gabe.

- Where are they? - Right there.

- And then there's Frank up and then fat... - Tank.

- Tank, yeah. Are they covered? - Yup.

So we're gonna have to wing it with the last man,

'cause Gillon's going to save him 'til the end.

As long as he's not a ringer, we'll be fine.

I've seen every cracker in every farm in the county.

You know, that's five fights to finish up by midnight.

In five hours, okay?

Can you do that?

Shit!

Buster! Buster! Is he breathing?

Somebody get his legs!

Lay down, lay down, lay down.

Just get him backwards. Watch his head.

He's alive.

You got the scissors?

God, this jaw looks terrible, Fish.

How's that eye? Is it hemorrhaging?

Nose is busted bad. Right eye's hemorrhaging.

Got a pulse. Got a pulse.

Buster, do you know who I am?

- My hat. - Can you breathe?

- I lost my hat. Somebody find my hat. - Easy, buddy. Easy.

I told you about that bet.

Okay, cockbite. Let's go. You want to bet? Let's bet!

I need 1.5, Victor.

A million and a half dollars, Victor, or I forfeit.

You can kill me right now.

There it is. All of mine against all of yours.

Now, there is only one question.

You got any balls, Gillon, Or just that little two-inch dick?

Well, I wish I had a bar Of American family soap

to wash your mouth out with.

Are we here to talk about what's in your bathroom or what's in your fucking vault.

Are you going or not?

That's quite a sum of money, Mr. Caine.

It's just a tad more than what I really have.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you throw in that property you own around town?

And then we'll just call it even.

You seem to know quite a bit about my finances, Mr. Caine.

What I know about you, Mr. Gillon,

would make Charles Macum Diggs himself get up and walk.

$1.5 million.

It would take a man with an awful big set of balls

to want to make a bet like that.

Go on over to my bank, Chet. Bring my safe deposit box here right now.

I'll accept your wager, Mr. Caine,

of Mr. Corsini's money, of course.

Somebody's gonna have to take him to the hospital.

- Will you do it? - Sure.

Ladies and gentlemen, here comes Sonny Hawkins!

Sonny Hawkins is now entering the ring!

The fight is about to begin at last.

We would like to thank you, ladies and gentlemen,

For your continued patience during all the delays.

We have barely three hours left until midnight,

and with five fights still to go, I don't think we'll see any more delays.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!

Gentlemen, to the center of the ring.

You had your instructions. No low blows. Hit gloves. Come out fighting.

Sonny, we love you!

Come on, Sonny! Do it! Do it!

Man!

What the hell was that?

Get the next one up here.

One. Two.

Come on, man! Get up!

Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

He's out!

Robby.

I need you to do something for me.

You can't go up there and fight right now.

But, Daddy, I'm not afraid of him. Not at all.

Listen to me. It has nothing to do with that.

Remember what I told you downstairs about his mind,

about capturing his mind?

Well, right now, his mind is in a whole different place,

so what I need you to do is walk out there,

step up onto the apron, look him right in the eye

and then walk out.

Then we got him.

Daddy, I'm going to look like a fool.

Daddy, I can't do that.

Do it.

No.

Don't fuck with me on this, Robby!

Come on! Get Robby out here!

Hit him, Rob!

Let's go!

What was that all about?

Survival, I guess.

One less fight.

Who's next?

The guy who kicked your ass at Nel's bar.

Rip his tits off.

Get that son of a bitch!

Get up, you bum!

Neutral corner.

Damn it! Roy.

Disqualified!

Sucker-punching scumbag disgrace!

He's down!

Yes! Yes!

Who's next?

Tank, 283.5 pounds of Tank.

Holy shit.

Those big arms can't hurt you if you stay inside.

So work him close, you got it? Just stay close.

Right. Close.

You.

Fight!

Close! Come on, Roy! Get close!

Get in close!

Too close! Roy! Too close!

Shit!

Jesus.

Come on. Break it up. Let's go. Break it up.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Close ain't gonna make it, man.

Okay, look. He's bigger than you are.

He's tougher. He's faster. He's younger than you are.

He hasn't fought 22 rounds today, but remember this. You are black.

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

I don't know. I'm trying to inspire you. It's a Roots kind of thing.

It's like a motivation thing.

Well, you're shit at motivation.

Fight!

Now you got him!

Cut loose! Cut loose!

Yes!

Put him away!

Put him away!

He's out!

All right. Roll out your secret weapon.

You better have papers if we've never seen him before.

That's hardly the case, Mr. Caine.

Actually, I believe that this man is an old acquaintance of Mr. Palmer's.

Who is that?

That's Hammerhead Hagan.

Hammerhead Hagan? Your Hammerhead Hagan?

This guy is a ringer.

There's no way he was living around here when we made the bet.

- So forget about it. - Mr. Caine, I think you'll remember

that our agreement was signed four days after the wager.

It clearly stated, any man residing

within Olivair County on that day...

- Yes? -...was eligible.

This rent receipt verifies that Mr. Hagan Bass moved to Diggstown

two days before.

Wait a minute. This is where I live. This is my boarding house.

Are you telling me you snuck this guy into the goddamn basement

under my nose?

Time's a-wastin', Mr. Caine.

Mr. Palmer,

he's all yours.

Thought you'd be dead by now.

You will be before the night's over.

Man, you look bad.

Now, how does this feel?

Get out of there!

Kill him! That's right!

Roy, get off the ropes! Get off the ropes!

- One. Two. Three. Four. Five. - Come on. Get up, boy.

Keep moving, Roy. Don't get near him. Just keep moving.

Be alive!

Come on, just move. Sideways, sideways! Dance away!

Get out of the corner, Roy!

Come on! Stick and jab! Stick and jab!

Get off the ropes!

Come on. This ain't no dance.

Come on, boy. Get up. It ain't over for you yet.

Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

Fight!

Uppercut! Uppercut! Uppercut!

That's the way!

Break it up. Let's go. Break it up.

Roy? Roy, can you hear me? Roy?

I'm stopping it right now. You hear me?

I'm stopping it here.

Don't lose faith in me twice.

Don't make me watch you die. I'm stopping the fight.

You know, you really got to work on that motivation thing.

Fight!

Get dancing, Roy. Get dancing. Keep moving!

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Fight!

You're through! You're through!

Two times! Two times! Right now! Two times!

Yeah, into the belly. Go for the belly, Roy.

Bring it to him! Bring it to him!

Put him away! Put him away!

Yes!

Yes!

That's it!

Kill him!

Two. Three.

Fuck me.

Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Yeah! Yeah!

Excuse me!

Mr. Caine!

Mr. Caine!

What time did you want to start the last fight?

There is no last fight. There were 10.

You bet 10. You lost. Give it up!

The bet was ten, but your man only fought nine.

What are you talking about? Your kid conked out and he forfeited.

A forfeit counts. Didn't you know that?

Of course it counts, when there's a forfeit,

but in this case, there's no forfeit.

Because Robby never entered the ring.

What kind of kindergarten bullshit is this?

Is that right? Is that right?

I'm afraid he's right.

Mr. Palmer, our 10th fighter's ready whenever you are.

Minoso Torres? Minoso Torres?

Right.

There's no way. The prison is in Winfield.

That's right, which happens to be in Olivair County.

And I believe you know my old friend Warden Bates here, don't you?

I said I'd be seeing you again, Caine.

Never try and hustle a hustler, Mr. Caine.

I'm sorry, Roy.

So what's the front page on the Mexican?

Minoso Torres.

Dirty as they come, tough as nails.

Pain is like some kind of voodoo thing with him.

Two weeks ago, I watched him cut Wolf Forrester to pieces

in a ring fight in the prison.

Come on, Torres!

Come on, Torres! Flatten that boy!

Yeah!

Minoso!

That's it!

Get up! Get up!

Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

He's out!

I can't believe it!

Yes!

I did it!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

- We did it, man! - Didn't I tell you? I told you!

I told you! Yes!

- Did I tell you? - How'd you pull that off?

Do I not always take care of my friends?

You're something else, man!

Actually, I believe it goes, "Never con a con man,"

especially one who's better than you are.

You beat me fair and square.

Do you mind? I just lost this whole piece-of-shit town.

There's a picture worth about a word.

Come on! Out of here! Out of here! Gym's closed!

Let's go! Everybody out!

What are you guys so depressed about?

You just didn't lose everything you had, huh?

We'll get 'em next time. You know what I need you to do?

Take every armed patrolman that you have...

You don't need me to do nothing.

It's over with! Just lose, will you?

It's never over until it's over, goddamn it!

You should have done that a long time ago like I told you.

Like you told me to? When have you ever told me anything?

Calm down, John...

Sorry to interrupt your lovers' spat, here. Hey!

You got a week to get out of your house, pal.

I'm going to give you a ride to the motel, okay?

We can take my new Corvette.

The law is the law.

Who are you, Wyatt Twerp?

- You want to see the law? - John!

You deserve to lose.

Hey, brother, my hands hurt. You want to do this?

Roy, what you did tonight

couldn't be done.

Now you motivate me.