All language subtitles for Over The Top - 1987

[SERGEANT SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

SERGEANT:
Guard...

...halt.

Color guard, halt.

Regiment...

...dismissed.

[CHEERING]

CADET:
We did it! We did it!

You made it.

MAN: Congratulations.
You've got a fine boy there.

MAN: Deliveries in the rear.
HAWK: I'm here to pick up Cadet Cutler.

MAN: Okay. Pass, sir.
HAWK: Thanks.

Who's he?

MAN:
Smile, everybody.

Who brought him here?

MAN: Excuse me, please.
Can I get you to pay attention?

Forget about him. Pay attention to me.
I'm trying to get a picture here.

Okay, smile.

CADET: Oh, thanks, Dad.
Hey, are we gonna get to see Mom?

- Is this the Michael Cutler limo?
- Yes, sir. Afternoon, sir.

- Where's my grandfather?
- He'll arrive at the airport in an hour.

CADET: Cutler!
- Yes, sir!

CADET: The colonel wants to see you.
- Right away, sir! Wait here.

WOMAN:
There they are. Hi.

WOMAN: Colonel Gimley.
CADET: Sir.

The colonel wishes to see me, sir.

Your father wishes to, cadet.

- My father?
COLONEL: Yes.

- He's come to drive you home.
- Hello, Mike.

I don't have a father, sir.

COLONEL:
This is your father, Michael.

Sir, my grandfather instructed me
to go home with no one...

...besides himself or my mother.

Your mother has legal custody over you,
Cutler, not your grandfather.

And it is her request
that your father bring you home.

- Sir, may I ask a question?
- Of course.

May I see some identification
on this man, sir?

That's not called for, cadet.

That's okay. I'm ready.

Are we going in this? Why can't we fly?

Your mother thought it would be a good
way for us to get to know each other.

How long will it take?

Well, I have one more pickup...

...and, say, two, three days,
we'll be in California.

And your mother doesn't go into surgery,
say, until Wednesday morning.

Do you really think you can make up
10 years in two to three days?

No.

- Let me help you.
- I can do it myself.

- I'd like to say something, sir.
- Sure.

This truck is disgusting.

Oh, I don't know, Mike. It's just old.

- Once, on a stretch up to Vegas, this thing...
- Sir.

There's no need to make any conversation
for my sake.

So much for small talk.

Okay, here we go.

- Can I ask you a question, sir?
- Sure.

How did you get
all these pictures of me?

Well, your mother sent them to me.

- Why?
- I've been writing to her for a long time...

...and I asked her for pictures
so I could see how you were growing up.

Looks good.

If you had been writing for a while,
how come I never got a birthday card...

...or a letter or anything?

- What are you saying, Mike?
- I'm saying I never heard from you.

Mike, I've written to you 100 times.

Birthdays... All the time.
What do you mean I never...?

You must have sent them to the wrong
address because I never got anything.

Sir, could you pull over,
I'm feeling sick.

- What's wrong?
- Would you please pull over, sir?

Hey! Mike?

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

- Mike!
MAN 1: Look out!

- Mike!
MAN 2: Hey, what the hell are you doing?!

HAWK: Mike!
MAN 3: Put a leash on that kid!

Mike, Mike, stop. Stop!

Mike!

Mike, Mike, stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Mike.

[MIKE SOBBING]

- Stop it.
- I hate you.

Then hate me.
We have to start someplace.

Okay?

Come on, let's go back.

- I thought you took care of it.
- I did, Mr. Cutler, but...

- Forget it.
- Yes, sir.

The boy's mother called, Mr. Cutler.

She insisted Michael leave
with his father.

Don't you understand?

My daughter is in no condition
to make that kind of a decision.

And I didn't fly all the way up here
to be simply told...

...you turned my grandson over
to that won'thless bastard.

I can't tolerate stupidity.

I'll bring this up
to the attention of the board.

I'm sorry about...

I'm sorry about the jacket.

It's no problem. You'll get the bill.

I'm sure.

[SIGHS]

You know, if you're hungry,
there's a great place up here for good steak.

What do you say we stop?

Sir, you're going to be a victim
of cholesterol poisoning.

Later in life, you'll just start to rot away.

You're just full of good humor,
aren't you, Mike?

Well, let's try it anyway.

HAWK:
Okay.

MAN:
Hey, Linc.

- How you doing, Tom?
- Just fine.

- You hook me up?
- No problem.

Let's eat, Mike.

WAITRESS:
Didrt you say you wanted a burger?

MAN:
Hey, Linc, good to see you, man.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

How do you like this place, Mike?

I never did like the zoo, sir.

Sit down.

- Hey, Linc. Hi, how you doing?
- Fine. Martha, this is my kid, Mike.

- Well, Mike.
- How do you do, ma'am?

Ma'am? Whoo!

I like that.

So, what'll it be?
A couple of big steaks, Linc?

For me. Mike will have chicken.

- All right, bird. Sure.
- No. Excuse me.

For a man who exercises,
you don't know much about nutrition.

Fried chicken
with mashed potatoes and gravy...

...contains about 1000 calories
and 50 percent fat.

These fats have been linked
to heart disease and some cancer.

So, what would you like?

Tuna salad, whole-wheat toast
and spring water with lemon, please.

MARTHA:
Okay.

- Double that.
WAITRESS: Two beers, coming up.

MARTHA:
All right.

If you want, we can go to McDonald's.

You Hawk?

- Lf you're hungry...
- I said, are you Hawk?

- What can I do for you?
- I'm the Smasher.

That's a nice name.

All I've been hearing on the road lately
is this Hawk is the man to beat.

- You can't believe everything you hear.
- I don't believe anything!

I got 1000 that says
I can tear your arm off.

- You want it?
MAN 1: Yeah, yeah, go on.

MAN 2:
He's trying to back out.

I said, you want it?

Why not?

All right, let's get this table ready.
I wanna show this guy something.

- Break his arm off.
- Are you gonna fight that guy?

- I can't talk right now, Mike.
- Where you going?

Gotta go to work.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

MAN:
Come on, Linc.

[YELLS]

- What are you doing with that guy?
- He's my father.

Too bad.

MAN: All right, Tony! Start the fight!
Start the fight, Tony!

TONY:
Get ready.

Get ready. Go!

You ain't got it.

Get him, Linc!

Come on, Linc, get him! Get him!

Yeah!

MAN:
You can do it!

Come on, you can do it. Come on.

[SMASHER YELLS]

Over the top! Come on, over the top!

[SMASHER YELLS]

TONY:
Come on, Linc! Come on, Linc!

[CHEERING]

Good match.

Come on, jerk, give me the money.
Give me the money!

MAN: I ain't giving you money.
TONY: Listen, you little punk...

Wise guy here.

- So you got lucky again, huh, Hawks?
- How you doing, Bull?

Better than you.

Right now, double or nothing.
What do you say?

You should just wait for Vegas.

Come on, do it now.
I feel like kicking some ass.

HAWK: Let's wait till Vegas, okay?
- You ain't got a prayer in Vegas.

We'll see.

[BULL CHUCKLES]

Too bad your old mars yellow, kid.

I'll see you in Vegas.

Get out of the way. Back up.

I'm sorry about that, Mike.

You know, you're a hustler.
You hustled that man back there for money.

- No.
- I'd like to call my mother.

CHRISTINA:
You have to give it time, Michael.

You have to be patient.

I know how you feel,
but you must do it. It's important.

I know you want me to,
but I don't even know him.

I want you to try. It's important to me.

Why? I thought everything was fine.

There's so much more to life
than what you've seen, honey.

- But he left you.
- He had his reasons.

Look, I have to go now,
but I wanna talk to your father first, okay?

- I love you.
- Okay, I love you too. Bye.

- She wants to talk to you.
- Thanks.

How you doing, honey?
Excuse me.

Mike, could you hold that? Thank you.

Hi, honey, how are you?

Yeah, we're having a great time.
Yeah, he's very helpful.

Matter of fact,
he's helping me right now.

[BIG TROUBLE'S "ALL I NEED IS YOU"
PLAYING ON RADIO]

[MUSIC STOPS]

That was a nice song.

[MUSIC RESUMES]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[MUSIC RESUMES]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[MUSIC RESUMES]

[MUSIC STOPS]

Mike, I think we're wearing out
this knob here.

Can I ask you a question?

- Sure.
- Are you still dealing drugs, sir?

Are you?

- You think of that all by yourself, Mike?
- My grandfather gave me the facts.

The truth is, I never did what
your grandfather said I did, Mike.

Only mistake I ever made was leaving.

I admit that.

So how did you like
the arm-wrestling match back there?

It was an experience.

It sure was.

[MUSIC RESUMES]

Christina.

How are you, darling?

- Are you angry with me?
- Angry?

I've never been angry with you.

Tell me the truth.

All right, I'll tell you the truth.
I'm not angry.

But I am disappointed.

I just wanted him to know his father.

Michael's father is no good.

And you wanting to bring him back
in this family is all wrong, Christina.

I know you're worried
about leaving Michael alone...

...but surely you understand
I'm all the family Michael will ever need.

- You're not his father.
- I have been his father for 12 years.

Let's not talk about this anymore.
It's going to turn out all right.

Please, trust me.

Rest now, sweetheart.

I'll come by a little later.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Dr. Martin, line three, please.

Dr. Martin, line three, please.

Any calls to my daughter's line,
I wanna know.

Yes, Mr. Cutler.

From the reports, they can't find them.

I want my grandson found.
I don't care how you do it, do it.

Yes, sir.

[EDDIE MONEY'S "I WILL BE STRONG"
PLAYING ON RADIO]

[MUSIC STOPS]

Why'd you stop?

Well, I think we all need a rest.

I don't see a hotel.

Well, Mike, I thought we'd stay
in the truck tonight.

A lot of truckers do it.

If you can do it, I can do it.

There's the spirit.

- Well, good night, Mike.
- Good night, sir.

By the way, if your neck gets sore tonight,
you can use my shoulder for a pillow.

Thanks anyway, sir,
but I think I can manage.

You sure?

Positive, sir.

Because I don't mind. It's all right.

Maybe tomorrow
we'll exercise a little bit.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Mike.

I think we can get along fine, Mike.
You're a good kid.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

HAWK:
See how I do this?

You put your wrist into it, lean forward,
and you put a lot of weight in there.

But you have to use your whole body.

It's like your whole body
is one piece of machinery.

You try it.

That's it. Good grip.
That's right. Lean into it.

You can do it. Keep your wrist straight.
Good.

That's it, Mike.
Now put some muscle into it.

There's more to life than just muscles.

Meaning what?

Meaning, I don't see any books around.
You don't read much, do you?

No offense, but you're just simply
on a different social scale.

Oh, you wanna tell me more
about this social scale?

It's been said the average mental age
for an adult is 15...

...just three years older than I am.

For a trucker, it has to be
in the 11- to 13-year range.

Maybe 14, if they have good genetics.

You know, Mike, it's really great driving...

...with such a tremendous intellectual
like you.

L... It's a real blessing.

Why are you stopping?

You're aggravated, aren't you?

Boy, I passed aggravation
about a mile back.

Are you gonna get violent?

Wanna give me a break?

You know, Mike, since you think it takes
no brains at all...

...I have to be stupid and abnormal
to drive a truck, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you just come over into my seat,
and let's see if you can move...

...this machinery around. Okay?

- What?
- Drive, genius.

Okay, Mike, we got miles to go.

You know, this is an unfair test.
I've never driven a truck before.

Child's play.

I don't see what's the big deal,
just step on the clutch...

...press the gas and switch the gear.
This is no problem.

- I once drove a dune buggy.
- Really?

Mike, I'm impressed, really.

This'll be no problem at all.

[HAWK CHUCKLES]

You're doing great, Mike.
Why don't you turn the key.

Okay.

Now, you see that little silver button?

Push it.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Magic, huh?

Well, Mr. Dune Buggy,
you ready to drive?

Mm-hm.

Okay. Push the clutch in all the way.

Come on, son, give it a lot of leg.

- I don't have any more.
- You can do it.

Hold it in. A little bit more.
That's it. Good.

Now, give it some gas.

Now, you ready?

Okay, here we go, Captain Dune Buggy.

Blastoff, right?

Go.

Gas, Mike. A little more gas.

You got an interesting style, Mike.

Whoa.

Hold it steady, Mike.

Good, good.

Get it out there.

I'm getting a little sick, Mike.

I always wanted to be a milk shake.

Mike, we're hitting a lot of turbulence.
Let's shift to second gear, okay?

You're doing great. Clutch all the way in.
Give it some gas.

Ready? Okay, shift.

Wow, I'm impressed.

Not bad.

I think we have a natural here.

Okay. I think you're about ready
to do it by yourself.

- No.
- Gotta go now, friend.

Go on, hold it steady.

This is great. I'm really doing it.
This is great!

Now, that wasrt so hard, was it?

What, sir?

Smiling.

You're a real natural.
Now, keep your eye on the road.

[HORN HONKS]

Here comes Mike.

All right.

Oh, no. You stay out of it
from now on. Right.

- Ted.
- Yes, sir.

CUTLER: We're going to have to deal
with this the old-fashioned way.

WAITRESS: Here you go.
- Thanks.

WAITRESS:
You're welcome.

That cake didn't have
much of a chance, did it?

- I was real hungry.
- Driving a truck will do that to you.

- You ready?
- Yeah, let's go.

- Can I call Mom?
HAWK: That's a good idea.

You feel good?

- Yeah, why?
- I mean, you feeling strong?

Why?

- Come with me.
- Where we going?

You'll see.

Excuse me.

- Did any of you boys ever arm-wrestle?
- Why?

I got a kid here that I think can beat any
one of you, say, two out of three times.

- He's a practical joker. Sorry.
- He's just a shy kid.

As a matter of fact, I'm so sure,
I'm willing to put money on it.

Kid, if I couldn't beat you, I'd kill myself.

This is getting too intense.

- You don't have a chance against this kid.
- Yes, he does.

10-1 odds. Your one against my 10.
Fair enough?

All right, let's go, 10-1 odds.
Right here.

HAWK:
All right, two out of three times.

You should take that off.
That's not fair.

- He's a wimp. You'll take him easy.
HAWK: No gloves allowed.

Concentrate, Mike. You can do it.

All right, let's start. Ready, wimp?
Skin feels like a girl's.

- Maybe he is a girl.
- Probably.

Don't listen to them. You hear?

- Kill him.
- You're gonna show them now, right?

You're gonna show them.
You're gonna do it. Over the top. Ready?

- Start. Come on, Mike.
- Break his arm.

Get this little wuss!

Blow this fruit away.

[BOYS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[BOYS CHEERING]

- Yeah, man.
BOY 1: Bust this guy.

- Little baby.
BOY 2: Little baby. Little baby.

- Two out of three, guys.
RICHIE: Ten out of 10, man.

Whatever, we'll take anything, man.

Mike.

What are you trying to do?

All you wanted to do was embarrass me.
Well, you did it, okay?

Grandfather always said you were a loser.
Now you're trying to make me one...

...and I hate you for it.

Mike, I don't care what your grandfather
thinks about me, okay?

All I care about is you.

Now, you lost back there
because you beat yourself.

You let yourself get beat.
I know you can do it.

You're a special kid.
You're my boy, do you understand?

But you're also a spoiled, rich brat
who's always had everything done for him.

Now it's time to do for yourself,
and you can do it.

I'm telling you,
the world meets nobody halfway.

Do you understand what that means?
If you want it, Mike, you gotta take it.

Do you hear me? You gotta take it.

Go in there and try. I know you can win.

But even if you don't, so what?
So you lose.

As long as you lose like a winner, it doesn't
matter, because you did it with dignity.

If you don't go in there,
you're gonna be sorry.

You're gonna regret it your whole life.
You know what I mean?

Come on, I know you can do it.
Will you do it for me?

Come on, let's get him.

[BOYS CHATTERING]

You can beat him.
You're twice as strong as he is.

You just gotta believe it,
you understand? All right?

I thought you said he was strong.

Well, my boy was just feeling generous.

Now it's time to go to work, huh, Mike?

It's time to go to work, kid.

Yeah.

- Does this kid think he can take me?
- I don't think so.

What a joke.

BOY 2: Through the table this time.
Smash him, Richie.

This is gonna hurt, wimp.
What do you think of that?

I think your breath stinks.

Go! Come on, Mike. Come on.

That's good. That's good, Mike.
Come on, Mike.

Come on. Hold him, drop the weight,
over the top, Mike.

Come on. Get tough, Mike.
Pump it, kid, pump it.

You got him, Mike! You got him,
you got him, a little bit more!

You got him, you got him,
you got him, go, Mike!

All right, Mike!

- All right, way to go.
BOY 1: Come on, man.

- One more time.
- Do it again!

- Come on, one more time.
- Let's go, Mike. Right away.

- I'm gonna break your arm, punk!
- Get mad.

Ready, go.

Come on, Mike. Come on.
You can beat him, Mike.

Harder, Mike. Over the top.
Pump it, pump it.

The power, Mike. The power, Mike.

[YELLS]

All right, way to go.

You're a tough little sucker.

That was great. That was great.
Pay up now.

Money, please.

Come on.

How did he do that?

Good genetics.

- Thanks. Let's go.
- Let's talk to Mom.

- That was luck, man!
- Come on.

Oh, yeah, right.

I drove Dad's truck.
I'm a really good driver.

A great driver.

I had this arm-wrestling match
with some guy who was bigger.

- Maybe 5'6".
- Bigger.

- No, 5'9".
- Bigger.

Mom, you wouldn't believe it.
This guy was a monster.

Oh, that's good, darling.
I'm so proud of you.

Is your father there?

Let me speak to him, okay?

I love you, sweetheart.

I love you too.

She sounds so weak.

She'll be all right.

- I'm gonna be outside.
- Okay, champ.

Hi, honey.

It was a great idea, he and I
spending time like this together.

I hope so.

I know it won't be easy.

Oh, no. It's gonna be great,
I know it is.

So how you feeling?

Linc, whatever happens,
I want you to stay with him.

I know how difficult it is for you,
but it's really important.

He needs you, honey.

I will.

Please try to make things work
between you and my father.

He's too set in his ways to change...

...so maybe you could try
and understand him, honey.

Yeah, I'll try.

Okay. I can't wait to see you both.

Christina, he's a great kid.
And I'll see you soon, okay?

Okay.

MIKE: Dad!
- Okay, bye.

Mike!

- Mike! Mike!
MIKE: Dad!

MAN:
Come on!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

MIKE:
Dad! Dad!

- Why are you doing this?
MAN: Shut up!

- Come on, Dad!
MAN: Quiet, kid!

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[TRUCK HORN BLARING]

MAN:
He's still coming.

- Oh, shit, here he comes.
- Dad!

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

MAN:
Come on, let's get the hell out of here!

Hurry!

He's staying with me! You tell him that!

You tell him!

- Are you okay? You all right?
- Yeah. You okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right.
- Yeah, you'll live.

Thanks. Come on.

- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah.

Who were those guys, anyway?

You better ask your grandfather.

- Look at my truck.
- Oh, man.

This is gonna hurt the resale.

[SIRENS WAILING]

- I got here as soon as I could, Jason.
- Yes.

I'm afraid we don't have
much of a custody case.

- How the hell is that?
- I had my best researchers run down...

...every applicable court case
for the last 100 years.

Bottom line, Jason:

No judge is going to award you
custody of Michael.

The court will give him to his father
unless Hawks can't support him.

CUTLER: How can he support him?
The son of a bitch has lost everything.

He can't even support himself!

There's always a way to bend the law.

Isn't that yourjob?

Why don't you find the loophole?

I want my boy.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

- Come on, over the top.
- Over the top.

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Mercy. Mercy. Mercy.

[HAWK CHUCKLES]

Oh, you're getting too good.
You're gonna be a great one, kid.

- Almost as good as you, right?
- Well, I think you'll be better than me.

- You think you're gonna do good in Vegas?
- I'm betting on it.

I'd like to get enough money...

...and maybe buy a small company and hire
some smart guy like you to be president.

- That's not such a bad idea.
- That's a great idea.

But what if you lose?

Hey, Mike, you're not supposed
to say that.

Can I ask a question
without you getting mad?

Sure.

Why'd you leave us?

Well...

...I had some reasons.

That's not an answer.

All I can say, Mike,
is I made a mistake, I know that.

Sometimes it happens in life,
we all make mistakes.

But it won't happen again.

Yeah, you're gonna be a great one.

- You think so?
- Yes.

I'm glad I'm not going against you,
tough guy.

But before, in the ICU ward...

...well, we had a little problem.

- You okay?
- Yeah. How do I look?

You look great.
You're not nervous, are you?

Come on, let's go and see her.

Excuse me, could you tell me what room
Ms. Christina Hawk is in, please?

What is she admitted for?

Heart surgery. She'd probably be
in a private room.

Can I ask who you are?

I'm her husband.

Possibly, you'd rather talk to one
of the doctors on the case.

- Why? What's wrong?
- Excuse me.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Mr. Hawk.

I'm sorry. Your wife died this afternoon
in the operating room.

No.

Mike.

Mike!

[MIKE SOBBING]

Mike.

If you never picked me up,
I would have seen her.

I wouldn't be riding around
in that truck while she was dying.

Nobody knew, Mike.

You've never been around
when anybody needed you.

Taxi!

Taxi! Taxi! Take me to...

Mike.

Mike!

MINISTER: We are gathered here to commit
the body of Christina Marie Cutler-Hawk...

...to the ground from which it came.

We commend her soul to the Lord...

...that in his mercy...

MAN:
That must be the husband.

MINISTER:
That in his mercy...

...she may attain everlasting life.

And now let us pray with the Psalms.

The Lord is my shepherd...

...I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.

Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life.

And will dwell in the house
of the Lord forever.

GUARD:
Yes?

I'd like to talk to Jason Cutler, please.

You're not wanted here.

Tell him that Lincoln Hawks
would like to talk to him.

Like I said, you're not wanted here.

I wanna see my boy.

Move it out.

Move. Get this thing the hell out of here
before I call the police.

That guy, he's a loser.

He's gonna crash the wall!

Stop. What are you doing?

Get back here! What's going on?

[GUARD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Call the cops! I'm going out back.

Mike?

- Mike!
- Hawks!

What the hell have you done?

Mike.

Come with me, please.

Mike, please.

Do you actually think that you can
get away with what you've done?

You think you can come in here, destroy
my home and take Michael with you?

Michael Cutler is my boy!

You deserted him years ago.

And that's a fact that you can't change,
no matter what you do.

- Damn you!
- Damn you.

GUARD: Get him!
MIKE: Dad!

Dad!

Come on, let him go! Move back!

GUARD: Let him up.
CUTLER: Go to your room.

MIKE:
Please! Dad!

- Go to your room.
- Come on, Grandpa!

[SIRENS WAILING]

Go to your room, now! Go!

Mike. Mike.

We got him, let him go.

Keep his arms behind him.

OFFICER 1:
You have the right to remain silent.

If you do not choose to remain silent...

OFFICER 2:
All the way out. Slowly.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Move your arm.

You Hawks? Let's go.

Wait here.

Straight ahead.

Somebody here to see you, Hawks.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Yeah, right over there.

Sit down.

I'll make this brief, Hawk.

I'm Tim Salanger,
Mr. Cutler's personal secretary.

As you can see, you've got
a serious problem on your hands.

More than ever now, you'll need money
for attorneys, additional expenses.

What we want is for you
to leave the state.

Don't come back, we won't prosecute.

If you decide to contest the whole matter
of legal custody, you won't have a prayer.

We retain the finest law firms.

That's it.

What do you say?

What's Mike say?

Ask him yourself.

Michael.

At ease, Mike.

You're not gonna tell me to leave too,
are you?

No.

That's good. I was beginning
to think I wasrt popular.

I don't know what to think.

Mike, I know you don't trust me.

I don't blame you.
I haven't earned that yet.

I just feel like I have a home here.

You know, l...

I mean, if I went with you,
where would we go?

Where would we end up?

Together is all I can guarantee.

You say this now, and then you leave.

Mike, I'm...

I'm just a father who messed up
pretty bad, I know that.

I've done things real wrong.

Now I wanna try to fix everything up,
as best I can.

And I wanna...

...give you what's inside of me.

L... I may not have much...

...and I may never have a lot...

...but I've got something inside
that I want to give...

...to the only person...

...that means something to me.

You.

I can't.

I can't go with you.

You can't.

I'm sorry.

[SIGHS]

I understand.

Mike.

I want you to remember something.

The world meets nobody halfway,
remember that.

You gotta do what's best for you.

Always do that.

Ahem. Should I draw up the papers?

Yeah.

[GRUNTS]

MAN: I appreciate your feelings
about your truck.

Best offer I can make.

Cash, though.

Seven thousand.

Take it or leave it.

You're not giving me much of a choice.

- Okay, you got a deal.
- Good.

I'd like to keep the hawk, though. Okay?

Take it.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

MAN [OVER PA]: Good morning, I'd like
to welcome all of you to this year's...

- What are the odds on Lincoln Hawks?
MAN: What are the odds on Hawks?

Lincoln Hawks, 20-1.

20-1, pal. Real long shot.

I'd like to bet 7000 on him.

That's what I call gambling.

HAWK:
Lincoln Hawk.

GRIZZLY:
John Grizzly, 238.

One-ninety.

GRIZZLY:
That's wrong. Excuse me, please.

Hold on. John Grizzly, 238.

MAN [OVER PA]: Will the Italian
competitors report to your coach?

GUARD: What are you doing?
Where are you going?

Stop!

ANNOUNCER: Arm wrestling is a combination
of speed, strength and technique...

...coupled with mental attitude...

...psychs and dedication.

DRIVER: Come on.
GUARD: Move it! Go!

ANNOUNCER:
Not much longer, ladies and gentlemen...

...and the preliminaries
will be under way.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

DRIVER:
Hey! You idiot!

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen...

...welcome to the Arm Wrestling
World Championship competition.

[CROWD CHEERING]

There are seven weight classes
for men and women.

They come from all over the world.
Japan, France, Italy, Switzerland.

Truly the best arm-wrestlers
in the entire world.

[YELLS]

One reminder, once again:

This is a double-elimination competition.

You have to lose twice to be out.

In other words, if you lose once,
you still have one more chance.

[YELLS]

Okay, the preliminary round is this morning,
and the mers final is tonight.

And don't forget the women.
They're competing for $50,000.

- No way!
ANNOUNCER: Are we ready, referees?

Start the competition.
Good luck to all of you.

REFEREE 1:
Ready, go!

REFEREE 2:
Ready, go!

You ain't shit!

REFEREE 2:
Winner!

Go! Winner!

Winner, Bull Hurley.

[YELLS]

ANNOUNCER: A win for the five-time
world champion, Bull Hurley.

REFEREE 1:
Ready, go!

Winner!

[YELLS]

[CHEERING]

REFEREE 3:
And the winner!

Go!

ANNOUNCER: Andre Beauvias
and the newcomer, Lincoln Hawk.

And Lincoln Hawk has the win.
He'll be one to watch.

Another Teamster,
Harry Bosco has the win!

[TIRES SCREECH]

Hey, boy, you just can't leave
this truck here like that.

You can keep it.

Hey! You! Come back here!

Come here, you!

ANNOUNCER: In comes Billy Bob
from Texas. The Southern champion.

He'll be tough to beat here.

Hawk wins easily!

There. There's our car.
Come on. Take me to Mr. Cutler's plane.

REFEREE 1: Go!
REFEREE 2: Go!

REFEREE 3: Go!
REFEREE 4: Go!

[YELLS]

REFEREE:
Winner!

ANNOUNCER:
We have trouble with our German friend.

Looks like trouble. An injury
over here on table number three.

[SCREAMS]

Ready! Go! Winner!

Go! Winner!

BULL:
Sack of shit.

ANNOUNCER: We're already down
to the last 32 competitors.

REFEREE: Go!
ANNOUNCER: Bull Hurley.

He'll be here for the finals.
He's still the man to beat.

He's not to make it to the Hilton,
understood? All right, fine.

[GRUNTING]

Come on, Grizz!

[GROWLS]

[YELLS]

Come on!

Winner!

ANNOUNCER:
That concludes the womers competition.

Over here, John Grizzly.

Another win. Bull Hurley keeps on going.

- Winner!
- Winner!

ANNOUNCER: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back...

...to our world championship
competition.

We're approaching the main event.

First of all, the semifinals.

Fighting will take place
on these four tables.

And the eight best arm-wrestlers
in the world will be competing.

DRIVER:
There's Michael.

GUARD:
I'll cover the back.

ANNOUNCER:
They've come from every nation on earth.

Five hundred competitors started
this morning...

...now we're down to the final eight.
The final eight!

Let me remind you.
Let me remind you, please...

...this is a double-elimination
competition.

If you lose twice, you're out.

Double-elimination competition.

They've come from everywhere.

They want to have a chance to win
$100,000 in prize money.

They will also have
the opportunity to win...

...a $250,000 Volvo White tractor truck.

Right now, though,
let's introduce our eight semifinalists.

They're the best there is in the world.

Let's introduce John Grizzly!

Three-time winner from
the World Arm Wrestling Association.

[GRIZZLY YELLS]

When I get to the table, that person...

...I don't care who they are,
they're my mortal enemy.

- I hate them.
ANNOUNCER: John Grizzly right here.

John Grizzly.

Also coming up here, Mad Dog Madison.

I'm not so enthused
about people coming up...

...and patting me on the back,
saying, "You're the best."

I don't need people to do that to me.

If I win, it's just because I wanted
to be the best one time in my life.

ANNOUNCER: Mad Dog Madison!
- Yeah! Mad Dog!

Harry Bosco, right here. Harry Bosco!

My whole body is an engine.
This is a fireplug.

And I'm gonna light him up.

ANNOUNCER:
Harry Bosco! Harry Bosco!

The Canadian champion two years running,
Carl Adams!

I should be able to blow them away
real easy.

There's a lot more technique involved,
and you can't beat experience.

ANNOUNCER:
Carl Adams, ladies and gentlemen!

And the newcomer from
the truckers' division, Lincoln Hawk!

Lincoln Hawk, over here.

To tell you the truth, the truck
is the most important thing for me.

I don't really... It doesn't matter
if I become the champion or anything.

That's not the most important.
I need this truck.

ANNOUNCER:
Lincoln Hawk, from the truckers' division.

And finally, five-time arm-wrestling
world champion, Bull Hurley.

Bull Hurley. Let's hear it for Bull Hurley!

I drive truck, break arms and arm-wrestle.

It's what I love to do,
it's what I do best.

[YELLS]

ANNOUNCER:
Bull Hurley, ladies and gentlemen...

...trying for an unprecedented sixth
arm-wrestling world championship title.

Being number one is everything.
There is no second place.

Second sucks.

ANNOUNCER: And now, semifinalists,
please take your place.

This is a double-elimination tournament.

Two losses and you're
out of the competition.

Yeah, John! Come on!

ANNOUNCER: All right, gentlemen,
let's start the competition.

Good luck to all of you.

Over here we have Linc Hawk
and John Grizzly competing.

This is gonna be a tough match.

[GRIZZLY SNARLING]

MAN:
Hey, what the hell is that kid doing there?

- He's still got my thumb.
REFEREE: His thumb's okay.

Ready. Go!

Watch your position.

ANNOUNCER: Winner, Harry Bosco!
- Yeah!

Winner!

ANNOUNCER: And on table number two,
Lincoln Hawk and John Grizzly.

This should be a tough match!
Looks like he's getting him over the top!

Looks like he's got Linc Hawk
in trouble.

[GRUNTING]

[YELLS]

ANNOUNCER: John Grizzly is our winner.
Grizzly has won again.

And the newcomer, Lincoln Hawk,
has lost his first finals match.

Remember, ladies and gentlemen, please
remember, this is a double elimination.

Each of these semifinalists
have another chance.

You have to lose twice
to be out of the competition.

Get him up to my suite.
I wanna talk to him.

HAWK:
Yeah, a little harder.

I think I'm tearing it.

Yeah, that's better.

- Hawk.
HAWK: What do you want?

Mr. Cutler wants a word with you.
He's waiting in the presidential suite.

- Ed?
ED: Yeah.

How long before I go on again?

ED: You got about a half-hour.
- I'll be there.

MAN:
Come on, let's go! You can take that guy!

Come in, Hawk.

You want a drink?
You don't have to stay sharp.

I understand you already lost
your first match.

What do you want, Cutler?

We don't have to be enemies.

I never wanted to be your enemy.

All right, then, let's get right to it.

With Christina gone...

...I have no family left in my life,
except for Michael.

You never had anything,
so you have nothing to lose.

Hawk, you can believe what you want to,
but you're a deserter, plain and simple.

You deserted your wife and your son.

You were tearing us apart.

Don't try to clear your conscience
at my expense.

You're a liar. You deserted them.

Are you finished?

I'm not through with you yet.

Come on outside,
I wanna show you something.

Come on.

Down there in the parking lot,
in front of the hotel.

That's the finest rig that money can buy.
If you want it, it's yours.

Here's a check for $500,000.
Take it and get the hell out of my life.

What are you trying to do?
I gave you custody of the boy.

- I signed. What more do you want?
- I'm trying to make things easy.

You don't need Michael as a meal ticket.
You're on a free ride.

So take the truck, take the money,
start a new life, start your own family.

I got a family.

When this is over,
I'm coming to get him.

You're going back on your word.

- Yeah.
- You signed over custody.

And Michael will never go with you because
you're a loser. You've always been a loser!

- Mr. Cutler is talking to you.
- I'm through talking.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen...

...we're continuing with our
semifinal series of matches.

- You're mine!
ANNOUNCER: Remember...

...this is a double-elimination tournament.
Competitors who lose twice...

...out of the eight who are
on these four tables...

I'm going through you
like gas through a funnel!

ANNOUNCER:
Will it be the favorite, Bull Hurley?

Mad Dog Madison? Harry Bosco?

You're mine, mister.

[GRIZZLY GROWLS]

Get him off of my thumb!

- He's fine. Keep your elbow on the counter.
- I don't see it!

REFEREE: Keep your elbow down.
- Shit!

REFEREE:
Ready! Go!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

You are not enough!

[YELLS]

[CROWD CHEERING]

ANNOUNCER:
Mad Dog Madison!

Mad Dog Madison will be
the next opponent for Linc Hawk.

Bull Hurley has beaten Harry Bosco.
And Bull Hurley goes on to the finals.

Carl Adams is our winner.
Carl Adams goes on to the finals.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're ready
for the last matches of the semifinals.

The winners go on to the finals.

Over here we have Mad Dog Madison
and Linc Hawk.

REFEREE:
Ready, go!

[BOTH YELLING]

Come on!

Winner, Lincoln Hawk!

ANNOUNCER:
Linc Hawk has beaten Mad Dog Madison.

And Linc Hawk goes on to the finals.

MAN:
Next cab, move it up.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

ANNOUNCER:
Here we are, ladies and gentlemen.

We're approaching
the most important event...

...of this unique, exciting competition.

The final phase in the world of
arm wrestling, we call this "over the top"!

Ladies and gentlemen,
let's bring on our four finalists.

Our first finalist,
from Jacksonville, Florida...

...undefeated in five years.
Let's bring him on.

Bull Hurley.

MAN:
Yeah, get him, Bull! Yeah!

Get out of the way!

CROWD [CHANTING]:
Bull! Bull! Bull!

His opponent, two-time Canadian champion,
slamming Carl Adams!

The winner will meet one of these two:

From Boston, pride of the Teamsters,
Harry Bosco!

[WHISTLING]

And finally, the newcomer, from
the Independent Truckers, Lincoln Hawk!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Ladies and gentlemen, let's give
our four finalists a big round of applause!

- I can't lose, Hawk!
REFEREE: Shut up and get your elbow down.

- Say it.
- Go get your hand up there.

ANNOUNCER: There's no love lost here.
- I can't lose.

ANNOUNCER: Linc Hawk is trying to
stay calm, but inside he has to be worried.

MAN:
Let's go, all right!

ANNOUNCER: Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
a lot of talking to the referee going on too.

The referee has his work cut out, trying
to settle these two competitors down.

Dad! Go, Dad!

- First you, then him!
REFEREE 1: That's three!

You can't fine me, you son of a bitch!

I'm the ref! Get your elbow
back in there now!

Come with me. Come here, Michael!

Michael, come here! Stop!
Get him back!

ANNOUNCER:
And what a battle we have here!

REFEREE 2:
Ready, go!

ANNOUNCER:
He wears him out.

Ladies and gentlemen, Bull Hurley
and Carl Adams, going at it right over there.

Come on, man!

REFEREE 1: Get your shoulders square.
We won't start you until you're square.

Ready, go!

- The winner, Lincoln Hawk!
ANNOUNCER: A quick win for Linc Hawk!

Come on, you guys.

[CROWD BOOING]

- You lost!
BOSCO: Set it up, I wasrt ready.

I been cheated. I wasrt ready, I said!
Set it up, man!

ANNOUNCER:
The way this sport goes, folks.

[GRUNTING]

And Bull Hurley has won! Bull Hurley goes
on to the final match of the competition.

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Dad!

- Dad.
- Mike.

- What are you doing here? Huh?
- Hi, Dad. I had to see you.

How did you get here?

Dad, it's a long story, but...
Listen, I wanna stay with you.

- Mike, do you?
- Yeah.

I want you to stay too...

...but I don't think your grandfather
is gonna let that happen.

But I wanna be with you, Dad.

I wanna be with you too, but, Mike,
I don't have any money. I sold the truck.

That's okay, you're gonna win
like you said, Dad, remember?

You'll win that big old truck,
and you can start your own business.

Mike, in this last match...

...I think I pulled a little too hard.

And this guy I'm going against, Bull Hurley,
he hasn't lost in about five years.

And I don't know, he's good, Mike.
He's real good.

I just don't know.

Are you saying you're gonna lose?

I might.

I don't believe this.

All that talk about never giving up
was all lies. You never believed it yourself.

And what you said to me, remember?
Now is the time to do for yourself.

The world meets nobody halfway.
If you want it, you gotta take it.

You werert talking about me. You were
talking about yourself, werert you?

- Mike, please.
- Now is your chance, Dad, don't you see?

I don't care about what happened before,
so stop trying to prove yourself to me.

It doesn't matter
if you win or lose, Dad.

L... I don't care about that.

All I care about is being with you, Dad.

I love you.

I love you too.

We'll try, okay?

- He's a big guy.
- So are you.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen...

...the final match.

The referees from
the International Arm Wrestling Council.

The finalists, undefeated in five years,
five-time world champion, Bull Hurley!

And, ladies and gentlemen, the sole
remaining challenger, Lincoln Hawk.

The man who has surprised
everybody here today.

MAN: Come on, Linc.
MIKE: If you want it, you gotta take it.

ANNOUNCER:
The challenger and the champion.

You're mine!

ANNOUNCER:
Bull Hurley against Lincoln Hawk...

...or should we say, David and Goliath.

The winner here tonight will walk
out of here with the world cup...

...a $250,000 truck
from the Volvo White Company...

...$100,000 in cash and the title
of arm-wrestling world champion.

He doesn't even belong
on my arm-wrestling table.

That's my area. That's my game.
He's got no shitting business there.

ANNOUNCER: Our two finalists are psyching
each other up. Can you imagine?

Linc Hawk is giving away
just about 100 pounds to Bull Hurley.

That's a lot to give away
in arm wrestling.

- You're mine.
- Let's go.

ANNOUNCER: All right, gentlemen,
let the competition begin.

May the best man win.

Come on, chickenshit!

REFEREE 1: Place your elbows here.
Hawk, you too, come on.

What I do is I just try to take my hat,
and I turn it around.

And it's like a switch that goes on.

And when the switch goes on,
I feel like another person. I feel...

I don't know, I feel like a...

Like a truck. Like a machine.

I own you.
You been ducking me for years.

You got no chance, you know that?
You know that?!

REFEREE 1:
Come on, Hawk, back in here now.

Don't let him psyche you.
Remember what you told me.

- You can do it. I know you can, Dad.
- Get in here!

- Come on! You got no power, Hawks.
REFEREE 1: Square up the shoulder.

- You got no power.
REFEREE 1: Elbow down.

Back off, or I'm gonna give you
a world of hurt, little man.

And all I want to do is hurt him,
cripple him, get him off the table...

...and so he never dares try
to compete against me again.

REFEREE 1:
Ready, go!

Get him, Dad!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Down! Down!

Pray to God right now!

Pull it! Pull it, Dad! Over the top!

BULL:
He let go!

- He let go!
REFEREE 1: No, he's not.

BULL: He let go!
REFEREE 1: He held on.

Go! Go! Get him! Get him!

- He let go!
- Get your hands off.

You asshole!

REFEREE 1:
Touch the ref once more and you're gone!

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

REFEREE 1: Set your elbow down.
- You scared yet? You're mine, asshole!

REFEREE 1:
Get in here.

When the arms come apart,
the strap is gonna be put on.

- Put your elbow down.
- Rip your shitting arm off, boy.

I own you!

REFEREE 2: Bring them fingers down.
REFEREE 1: Open your thumb.

Michael! We're going home
as soon as this is over!

Dad, come on, you gotta win it!
Dad, please, you can do it, I know you can!

BULL: Chickenshit.
REFEREE 1: Hold still.

Can't get away from me now.

[CROWD BOOING]

REFEREE 1:
You all right? Place your elbow.

Your nose hurt, Hawks?

Dad, come on, take him.

Over the top, Dad! Over the top!

Get in here! Come on!

Ready, go!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

He ain't shit!

Oh, what a move by Bull Hurley!
He has Linc Hawk right where he wants him.

Linc Hawk in trouble!
Hawk is in big trouble!

He's going down! He's going down!
I'm gonna break his arm!

Come on, Dad! Pull it!

ANNOUNCER:
He's coming back! He's coming back!

This match is unbelievable!
Back and forth...

There's nothing there.

You ain't got it.

Dad!

ANNOUNCER:
Hurley with a great move!

Hold it, yes.

ANNOUNCER: It looks like Linc Hawk
is in big trouble right now.

Bull Hurley looks like he's got him.
It looks like his strength coming through.

BULL:
I own you!

Dad!

Dad! Get him!

ANNOUNCER:
All right. All of a sudden, here we go!

Linc Hawk's making a comeback!

Looks dead-even right now.

This match has been going on...

What a match this is,
ladies and gentlemen.

It'll boil down to who wants it most.

Get him, Hawk!

Dad, yeah!

ANNOUNCER:
Maybe Bull Hurley is just too strong.

Maybe he's just too strong.

It looks like Linc Hawk is in big trouble
right now. Bull Hurley looks like...

[BULL YELLING]

- Go, Hawk!
- Get him!

Come on!

Go! Go!

ANNOUNCER:
And now it's dead-even.

Yeah!

[YELLS]

Winner!

ANNOUNCER: The new world champion!
Linc Hawk is the new champion!

The champion of the world,
ladies and gentlemen!

Incredible. Unbelievable. Unbelievable!

After five years, the world champion
has been defeated.

We have a new world champion!
Linc Hawk, ladies and gentlemen!

A new world champion.
This is unbelievable!

A challenger out of nowhere. No one
ever thought he had a chance to win!

We have a new world champion!

Linc Hawk! Bull Hurley has been defeated!

Out of nowhere, the challenger,
the winner, Linc Hawk!

This is unbelievable!

All right! Yeah!

ANNOUNCER:
The new world champion, Linc Hawk!

Why don't we start
our own trucking company?

You know, we could call it
"Son and Hawk."

- Son and Hawk?
- Yeah, I like it.

Not too bad.

But how do you think
"Hawk and Son" sounds?

MIKE: Hawk and Son?
- What do you think of that?

Hawk and Son.

Hawk and Son.
Hey, I think it just might work.

Come on.

MIKE: Hey, can I drive later, Dad?
HAWK: You're an equal partner, aren't you?

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