Last Man Standing (1987) - full transcript
Roo Marcus (Vernon Wells) is a down-and-out guy with a troubled past who was recently released from a mental institution, where he suffered through inhumane conditions and shock therapy. Going back to the only thing he really knows, he begins Punchfighting in brutal, bare-knuckle "circle fights" run by Napoleon. He tries once again to leave the Punchfighting life behind, working at a gym run by his buddy Casper. He even develops a relationship with local tomboy Charlie. But due to circumstances beyond his control, he gets sucked back into Punchfighting, having to contend with musclebound maniac Cannon, and quick, charismatic, Muhammad Ali-like Razor. Will Roo ever find the peace in life he seeks?
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(Screaming)
(Angry yelling)
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(Screaming)
(Thuds)
(Indistinct yelling)
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Man: Hey! Hand me that towel, you crazy bastard.
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(Indistinct talking)
(Grunting)
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(Groaning)
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(Thud)
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Man: (Indistinct)
(Yelling continues)
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(Chain-link rattling)
(Angry yelling) Get up! Get up!
Three, four, five...
(Yelling continues)
...seven, eight, nine, you're out!
The winner...
(Cheering)
(Grunting)
(Wood cracks)
(Yelling continues)
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Sully!
(Metal rattling)
Take it and use it!
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(Grunting)
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(Scream)
(Cheering, sparse clapping)
Loser's share.
(Fire crackling)
Got a light?
(Chuckle)
Hey!
Too bad, Napoleon.
(Snorts) What's he got left?
Two, three more fights.
Maybe a half dozen at most.
He took out Sully pretty good tonight, didn't he?
Pff, Sully. A mediocre round ringer at best,
and Roo barely handled him.
Maybe you'd like to put your pretty boy Razor
in the ring with Roo.
I don't fight no round ring bullshit.
Razor's going to be heavyweight champ of the world.
He's going places you two only dream about.
You have a goddamn bum with gloves as champ
of some bullshit association or another.
(Click) (Chuckle)
Monkey dick.
Hey, this is my goddamn club.
This is where you carved on a living for 10 years!
Don't you forget that!
You owe me, you little piss-ant!
Well, I'm glad to hear you're in the mood to talk money, Napoleon.
'Cause you're running a little short.
Okay, Razor, Danny boy. Take a hike, c'mon.
Go on.
So what's your problem, Tenny?
You're getting your cut.
Yeah.
Well, my cut ain't what it used to be, see.
I'm taking a lot of heat
letting you keep running this...
one ring circus here.
So, you better start coming up with some real bread.
or I'm shutting you down.
Fuck you.
Cuff this idiot.
Take him downtown.
You don't know when to shut up, Napoleon.
A sleazy little prick bastard like you
could never shut me up.
(Slap)
Well, maybe not.
Maybe I can't, uh?
Well, but I sure as hell shut you down
unless you start coming up with some serious bread. All right?
I ain't giving you another penny.
Not a goddamn penny more.
Then you've got no more circle fights.
You ain't going to stop me.
I don't want to stop ya.
But I'll be watching.
And any fight you've got anywhere from here on in,
I'm taking 50%. Huh! You got that?
You don't give me nothing. I'm taking.
Take this asshole out for a drive in the country
and let him walk home.
(Maniacal laughter)
Man: You've got 400.
(Indistinct chattering)
(Arguing, bickering)
(Continued mixed chatter)
Shoot.
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What are you doing here, Sully?
My friend Sing gave me some food, Roo.
I couldn't go home empty-handed.
Sorry about tonight, Roo.
Napoleon promised me half the money
if I beat you any way I could.
He said he'd get a real kick out of seeing me,
a bum, beat a guy like you.
I'm sorry.
Sully.
Look, take this.
What the hell.
You need this more than I do.
Take it all.
Thanks, Roo.
Look... just look after those kids.
Don't let them grow up to be like us.
Right, Sully? Right?
Right, Roo.
Thanks.
Man: Come on, Roo. let's go!
Get your old raggedy ass in the truck.
(Car engine starts)
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Aw, c'mon, you guys, I made a little bread tonight,
a little fortune, do you want fucking half?
Come on, you guys. Give us all of it.
You scumbag. C'mon, man. Relax.
It's nothing, c'mon, it's nothing, it's nothing.
It's not enough.
It's all I've got, man, it's all I've got.
You better find some more real quick.
Give me a break. Come on.
What's going on here, Dad?
Your old man's been borrowing money again, Charlie.
You know better than to be lending him money.
Hey man, business is business.
Come on, Nicky, clear out of here.
Not tonight, Charlie.
We're going to get that money,
or we're going to teach that bum a lesson.
If you want to hurt him, Nicky,
you're going to have to hurt me first.
(Engine revving)
Gus always has these nice family get-togethers.
Wonder why he never invites us.
Maybe you should have kissed him good night, Charlie.
Jealous or something, Roo?
(Growling)
(Whispering) I see a lion tonight.
I see a lion.
In the jungle.
(Howling)
Batty should've quit the circle
years ago when he still had a brain left.
(Howling continues)
He ain't nothing but a muscle-bound idiot.
He's all right.
He still wins a few fights.
Batty: (Monkey-like cries)
I'm sorry about trying to throw the towel in, Roo.
But you ain't as young as you used to be.
Batty: (Growling, grunting)
I want you to promise me something.
What?
That you won't fight anymore.
I'm serious, Roo.
I don't want you to end up like Batty.
I quit the circle...
I ain't got nothing else.
Hell, help me run this place.
I'll give you a job. I don't know nothing
about running a joint like this.
I'll teach you.
Look, your thing's still in one piece.
Batty: (Continues growling)
(Banging) Promise me.
I can't promise.
(Laughing)
Congratulations, Roo.
You made it out in one piece.
More or less.
Ha! He should fight more, not less.
Man: Sometimes less is more, Batty.
(Chuckle)
Gus: At least he was a safe bet.
Got hair like cement.
Roo, go wash that stuff off your face.
Gus: (Chuckles)
(Laughs) Hey!
Hey, what what's this crap I hear about you retiring?
Hey, you're still my best draw.
C'mon, with all the bread you make fighting in my circle,
you owe me at least one more shot.
You made bread in every fight I did in the circle, Napper.
I don't owe you nothing.
I made money on you 'cause I'm smart.
Don't get on your high horse with me, Roo.
Yeah, you were a pretty good draw. So what?
It ain't like I need you.
But guys like me and you,
we don't quit.
And you're just like me.
I ain't nothing like you.
No, maybe you're not.
Maybe you're just a stumbling old bum
that's too dumb to know when to hit the canvas.
You think about that.
(Indistinct)
...cleaning toilets, washing floors.
That's not enough for a man.
We're warriors. Yeah! That's what we are, warriors!
You and I are born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Well, there's nothing we can do about it now.
Don't work for Casper. Quit!
You've got to keep fighting.
You want to wear a shirt and tie
and sit behind a desk all day?
Pushing buttons?
That's what it's going to lead to.
How are you supposed to be a man in this world?
That is the wrong way for you and me.
You've got to fight... (Indistinct)
You know?
(Grunting shouts)
Is he crazy or something?
Nah. He's a rocket scientist.
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Yes. Can I... help you?
I've got a cheque to deliver.
Well, I'll take the cheque.
We're supposed to deliver it to Mr. Regan.
I'm his receptionist. You can leave it with me.
Well, no offence, ma'am,
but this is my first day on the job
and... well I work for my friend Casper, and we run a gym,
and this is the rent cheque so... So I'll take the cheque.
Well, you see, it's like this.
Casper said to be sure and give the cheque to Mr. Regan.
Right, Batty?
Wrong, Roo.
You don't got to do anything.
All you got to do is fight.
We are warriors. You must show respect.
I think you'd better leave or I will call the police.
You see, Roo? Now, we must fight.
(Growls)
What's going on here, Jane?
Jane: These men are crazy.
We've got a cheque for Mr. Regan.
I'm Mr. Regan.
(Paper rustling)
Is there anything else?
Well, yes, we'd like a receipt, you see.
Casper said to make sure we got a receipt,
so he'd know you got the cheque.
The cheque is your receipt.
The cheque's a cheque.
I mean, how can a cheque be a receipt?
What's the problem, Mr. Regan?
There's no problem. Could you just please
escort these "gentlemen" out, please?
Hold it. Hold it.
Whoa, just a minute.
All we want is a receipt.
You want a receipt?
Excuse me... You want a receipt?
(Paper crumpling)
This is your receipt.
Get him out of here.
Ha! You dressed up collar, you... bastard!
(Mixed yelling)
Get your hands off me!
Get them out of here!
And you can just tell your boss that the next time,
he has his cheque in here on the 1st of each month,
not the 15th,
and it'd better be certified!
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(Music on car radio)
Glad you could make it, Cannon.
I heard a lot about you.
I heard you tore up the circles down south pretty good.
Cut the crap, Napoleon.
I'm the best anywhere.
Ain't never been beat.
That's why you want me.
Hey, this is going to be good for you too, you know.
Right here is where the action is.
Right here's where you could be making some good bread...
fighting for me.
You make what you make.
That's your business.
You guaranteed me.
You don't make the guarantee,
that's my business.
And I take care of my business
real quick.
Hey, no problem.
You're the main man now, Cannon.
Roo, that old fool,
he just couldn't hang on no more.
Just when he actually was getting hot,
he folded.
But don't worry.
The money will be stacked up so high,
you won't be able to even count it.
Yes, sir.
I've got Razor now. It's starting to pay off for me.
It's about time with all the fucking bread I got invested in him.
With you and him, I've got the world by the balls.
Yeah.
Who needs Roo?
Not me.
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(Grunting)
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Fuck you!
You fucking maggots!
(Yelling subsides)
They're all bums in there.
There's not one of them
that's got the heart to fight Cannon.
It shows, that slacking off.
Yeah.
Announcer: (On TV) With his recent victory,
Razor Jones has cracked the top 10,
but it still remains to be seen
as to whether or not he has the talent
to contend for the title.
We'll find out next month
when he meets Spider Washington,
ranked number six.
(Can cracking)
Whatcha doing in there?
I don't know, Richard.
Maybe I'm just wasting my time.
(Clattering)
Damn.
(Thud)
Haaa, shii.... Are you okay, Roo?
Roo: Ooh, Jee-sus.
(Groaning)
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(Punching thumps)
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Hey, Roo. What's up?
I slammed the hood on my hand.
Let me look at it.
Must've slammed it pretty hard.
I'll live.
So you're going to Razor's fight?
Nah. I'm not really a big fan of Razor's.
Can't blame you.
I'll watch it on TV
after I finish training with the kids.
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I've got to go do toilets.
I'm doing mufflers.
See you later.
(Water splashing, scrubbing)
How you doing, white boy?
(Water continues splashing)
Looks like you're doing a real good job there.
But you missed a spot.
(Fingers snapping)
(Slap)
On the house.
(Flushing)
Announcer: (On TV) ...this could be it.
Announcer 2: I don't think... was that bad...
Announcer: Well, the referee does, and that's it.
It's a TKO for Razor over Mitchell in the eighth.
Razor's moved in...
Razor's not a fighter. He's got no heart!
(Continued shouting)
Batty! No! Batty!
(Mixed shouting)
(Crash)
(Shouting continues)
(Yelling)
(Booing)
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One, two... ha, forget it.
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You're a bum, Cannon!
Napper, you're going to have to find someone decent to fight Cannon.
Ah, nobody decent wants to fight bare-fisted anymore.
(Whispering) That bum.
Hey, Napoleon!
Hey, what are you doing in my club?
Just checking out your action.
What action?
I remember you used to laugh at my fights.
Well, you know what, Napoleon?
They're betting at my fights.
Yeah. You think you've got a fighter that's any good?
Send him down to me.
I'll make us both some money.
I wouldn't send shit down to you.
I'll see you later, Napoleon.
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(Click; gas hissing)
(Flame roars)
(Objects rustling, clattering around)
(Spitting) Shit!
Charlie: You lose something, Dad?
Uh?
Nothin'.
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Some old invoices.
You looking for this?
C'mon, Charlie.
I'm just going down to Nap's club for a little bit.
No big deal. No big deal when you win.
Big deal when you don't.
Give me a break, Charlie.
I ain't hurting nobody.
You give me a break.
You can't lose the goddamn money we make fast enough.
It's not like we make a whole hell of a lot.
Charlie.
It's just as much my money as it is yours.
Yeah, it's your money, too.
That's why you shouldn't be going down to Napoleon's place.
You've been losing there for years.
Yeah.
Once in a while, I win.
You win a little and you lose a lot.
Now you're going to lose me.
I bust my hump in here.
The life I've got is shit.
You know, I've been covering your ass for years.
Give me a chance to get something together.
Get the hell out of this miserable rat hole.
While I've still got some life in me.
Aw. Okay, baby.
Okay. I'm sorry.
I just... I'm going to take the money down there tonight,
pay him off what I owe.
That's it. No more.
I don't want to hurt you no more.
How much do we owe him?
Never you mind.
I'm going to go down there, pay him off.
Okay?
Okay. Okay.
That's my girl.
(Punching thumps)
You okay, Charlie?
(Punching continues)
You've really been hitting that heavy bag a lot lately.
(Punching continues)
You sure must like hitting it.
(Punching continues)
So how's the job?
(Sighs) Not so good.
Why are you doing it?
Casper is trying to teach me about business but...
I don't learn so good.
So what are you going to do?
I don't know.
Join the team.
You've been hitting pretty good lately.
I've been watching ya.
Yeah?
You think so?
Think I can take you yet?
Depends how you move in a ring.
I've never been in the ring, Roo.
All the time you've been coming here, punching the heavy bag
and you ain't never been in the ring?
How about you and I go in and...
and I'll teach you some moves?
Nah. I don't think so.
Go on, Charlie.
Go on, Charlie.
I ain't going to bite.
Charlie.
Come on.
(Softly) Come on.
Okay.
Now, you throw a few punches at me.
Come on.
(Gently) Go on.
Up on your toes.
Up on your toes.
Now, round the circle.
Come on, Charlie.
That's it. Harder. Come on.
That's it. That's right.
Now, ain't no good throwing all the punches
if you're going to get caught flat footed.
Now, come on. That's it.
That's it, girl. Yeah!
You ain't never been in the ring?
Hey! You're a natural talent.
That's it, Charlie. C'mon.
Faster, faster round, round.
That's it, girl.
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Jab, jab, c'mon.
Now, go for the big one,
go for the big one, c'mon.
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(Screaming)
Roo?
(Screaming)
You're hurting me.
You're hurting me, Roo.
(Clattering)
(Resounding thud)
(Crashing)
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Go away, Charlie.
I'm no good for ya.
I like you a lot,
but I'm not good for you.
But I like you too, Roo.
I ain't nothing but trouble.
It's all right.
Tell you what,
how about we go for a walk?
If you don't want to talk about nothing, that's all right.
We'll just go for a walk.
You and me.
Come on.
I've got some stuff to do,
come with me.
How about it?
Come on.
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Roo: Hell of a place to go for a walk, Charlie.
Ain't nothing but a load of junk lying around.
Charlie: You never know what you're going to find.
Sometimes old stuff is the best stuff.
Like you, Roo.
Maybe they ought to bury me here.
There is a spot for you.
Hm. Nah, thanks.
This starter motor looks pretty good.
Yeah. How can you tell?
The brushes are clean.
How long you been a mechanic, Charlie?
Long time.
Gus used to bring me down to the garage
when I was just a kid.
Set that stuff down over there. We'll pick it up later.
Charlie, you like being a mechanic?
Yeah. Beats punching clocks.
I guess it beats punching heads too.
Roo?
Don't pick it.
I was going to give it to you.
Oh, let it be. C'mon, let's go.
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Now, I've got to go to a flower shop and spend two bucks.
Big spender.
That's a lot of bread for a guy who cleans out locker rooms.
Hey, stick with me.
I'll teach you how to fix cars.
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(Dog barking)
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Razor: So I'm driving along in my limo
and I look out the window and who do I see?
I see Roo with a girl, who could it be?
So I see you're taking out Charlie these days, huh?
So what?
Well, that gets me wondering.
I mean, I know you guys probably, you know...
Does Charlie have a dick or what, man?
(Giggling)
With or without a dick,
I'm still more man than you.
Better teach your bitch to watch her mouth, man.
Let's move it, man. Get out of here.
(Tires squealing)
Craps.
Sh-h-it.
Hey, Danny boy,
cash me a cheque?
(Crashing)
Gus.
Gus.
Gus.
We've got a little problem here, Gus.
You know what that problem is?
That cheque you gave me last week
the one that covered that long outstanding balance
you've got with us...
It bounced. The cheque was no fucking good.
Ah, come on, Mr. Napoleon! (Groaning)
It's time to pay the piper, fella.
You're a mechanic or something.
Aren't you, Gus?
Yeah, that's right.
Fingers would be pretty important to a guy like you.
Wouldn't you say?
One finger, Gus.
One finger every week you don't pay.
(Click)
Ugh...
There's got to be something besides this.
Napoleon: Sorry, Gus. One finger.
One finger every week you don't pay, Gus.
Whatever you want, I'll do it.
(Sizzle of cigarette burning)
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(Retractable door whirring)
Gus: Where you been?
Out.
Roo?
I've got to talk to you.
Napoleon: Your buddy Gus owes us big.
But he don't have no bread to give us at the moment.
So I worked out a little deal.
You fight Cannon in the circle,
and Gus gets to keep his fingers.
The debt is cleared.
Whatever makes you happy, Napoleon.
What makes you happy, Roo?
The crowds...
cheering,
calling out your name.
Or maybe
you miss being punched in the head.
What is it, Roo?
Still paying for your sins?
Napoleon: What do you mean... Tenny?
What's the big deal?
You don't squeeze nobody else in the neighbourhood that hard.
30%, 35% that's it.
Now you're giving me 50%. (Mixed shouts, grunts)
What can I do here?
Listen to me.
You want this fight to happen?
It goes down my way or not at all.
(Shouting continues) All right?
50%, that's what I'm taking.
Don't think about pulling any fast ones. Fighter: C'mon!
That fight goes down, I'll know about it.
Come on! (Grunting)
(Grunting, yelling) Napoleon: Cut it out!
Hey! cut it out! Hey! cut it out!
(Grunting continues)
Cut it out! Razor!
Razor!
You're supposed to tone him up,
not make a fool out of him.
You want someone to play with this hippopotamus,
you get yourself somebody else!
This guy ain't fit to tie my shoe!
(Grunting) Come on! Hey, cut it out!
Razor: Come on. Hey, cut it out!
I'm a ranked fighter, I don't need this two-bit shit!
Do you know who I am?
(Rapping) I am the Razor, and that's not all
When it comes to boxing yo, I know it all
You can call me Ali you can call me Spinks
But what really counts is what the people think
They know I'm fast and they know I'm sly
They know I'm number one and that's no lie!
Yeah!
Dammit, if I wanted a comic,
I would order one!
You're supposed to be a fighter
not some kind of jerk-off.
Napoleon: Ah, quit your bitching, Razor.
I say when and I say who.
And I'll damn well say how much.
I don't want to hear no talk about my game plan for you.
You're fucked up, you know that?
Watch my lips.
You don't cut it where I'm going.
I've got a chance to get me some good management,
slick words and smart money.
Guys that can take me somewhere.
I can take you someplace.
I just need a little time here, for Christ's sakes.
I can get you major fights, Razor.
Goddamn it, it means more to me than you.
It's big dollars for both of us.
You hustle round ring fights, man.
Did I ever ask you to fight in a circle?
Not once, not once.
Now you get your ass back in the gym
and keep your hands working
and your mouth shut!
Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb!
Come on, Batty, hit me, you little wimp! Hit me!
Hit me!
Punch, Batty, come on, come on!
Move in, move in!
Move! Punch! Punch!
Why the hell are you doing this?
There's other ways to cover the debt, you know that.
Maybe this is the way I want to do it.
What's wrong with you?
You ain't been training. You ain't been fighting.
Don't matter.
You're sliding backwards.
Don't fall back in that crap.
You're learning something now.
What am I learning?
How to clean toilets?
How to fill a pump machine?
For Christ's sake, Roo, give it a chance.
You can't keep kicking around the circle.
You want to end up like fucking Batty?
He's a scrambled egg.
If you give it half a chance,
you can be a decent human being
instead of some goddamn old punching bag for Napoleon.
Hit me, Casper.
(Soft punch) Hit me.
(Harder punch) Hit me, Casper.
Hit me! (Punch)
That's what I do well.
It's all I do well.
It ain't much, pal,
but it's all I've got.
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(Screaming)
(Continued screaming)
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(Mixed shouts)
Announcer: (Indistinct)
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Be confident out there, Roo.
(Whistling, shouting)
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Referee: Knock it off, Cannon, don't knee, don't knee him.
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Casper: Come on, Roo!
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Referee: And two... three... four...
(Grunting) Come on!
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One, two, three...
(Mixed yelling)
(Punch) Referee: What are you doing?
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine...
(Grunt)
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Referee: All right, back up, Cannon. Back up!
Get the fuck back there.
(Indistinct yelling)
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(Scream)
Referee: Hey, what the hell are you doing here?
Get out of here, come on, no...
Get out of here, Casper. Casper!
(Laughing)
You'll disqualify your fighter.
Get out of here, the fight ain't over yet.
(Shouting continues)
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Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Nine!
You're out!
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(Cans clattering)
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(Indistinct chatter)
(Heavy breathing)
(Heavy breathing)
Aw, Roo, look at you.
(Sharp gasps)
Oh, Jesus.
(Towel slaps on floor)
Napoleon: ...me a new fighter now.
The best damned round ringer you're ever going to see: Cannon.
And next week he's going to come...
You had to do it, didn't you, Napoleon?
Napoleon: Debts got to be paid, little man.
Bullshit.
There were other ways to get the money.
Hey-ey! He wanted to fight.
You fucking conned him.
What was it, Napoleon? You need him to bring the action in,
or did it just bug you too much that he wouldn't be one of your fucking fighters.
He never should've been fighting for you, he should've been fighting for me.
You never did nothing for him except from take him away from me.
Bullshit! He walked on you 'cause your fucking sleaze-plays
make him want to puke. You used him!
You're still use it him, you fucking slam.
He wasted his life fighting in a circle
'cause he fucking listened to you.
(Shuffling steps)
(Thud) Ow!
You had to wait till he got old
and wore him down to beat him.
We beat you, Napoleon.
You son of a bitch! We beat you!
(Grunt)
What the hell are you doing, man?
You don't need to take a guy like that.
Get out of the way, fucker face.
Big man, Napoleon.
Big fucking man.
I'm warning you... You stay down and you shut up!
You're through warning anybody, Napoleon.
Napoleon: Get him out of here.
(Mixed shouting)
You dirty son of a bitch.
You couldn't let the poor guy be, could you?
(Thuds, grunting)
Go ahead, Casper. You can do it. Cut him up.
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Cut him up!
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(Grunt)
(Screaming)
(Snapping, grunting)
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(Banging)
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(Clanking on metal stairs)
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I'm sorry.
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Napoleon: Hey, you like this?
I like this.
I've been working on it a long time.
Take a look. A good look,
'cause this is the last time you're going to see it.
See, you and I are through.
You got what you wanted
and now it's over.
No more payoffs.
Well, the only way it's going to be no more payments
is for you to pack in your circle fights.
I don't think you're about to do that.
Yeah, well, I've got a new score, Tenny.
Razor's starting to make real money for me.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
I mean, Roo's good action.
People like betting on his fights.
Yeah, well, he don't want to fight no more.
Didn't he have some trouble a few years back?
I mean, it'd be easy for me to put some pressure on him.
Throw him to Tall Tim for a few fights.
Then a rematch with Cannon.
We could make a killing.
Hey! We could be partners.
Huh. That's funny.
Me, partners?
With a scum-ball cop like you, that's funny.
Ha-ha.
You let me know if you change your mind, uh?
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Hey Maxxy,
you know that son of a bitch Tenny walked in here today,
said he wanted to be partners with me.
Hey, slim pickings, Nap.
Yeah, this circle game's getting to be a racket.
We're losing big on it.
It's a good thing we've got legit stuff going on with Razor, eh?
Man: Mr. Napoleon? Mr. Napoleon! Mr. Napoleon!
Ra-Razor just...
Razor just... Cool it... cool it, man.
Cool it right down, cool it. Cool it.
Razor just told me to clean out his locker,
he's going to leave you, Mr. Napoleon.
I told... him I wouldn't clean it up
because I figured you'd kill me
if I cleaned out the locker, you know?
Because, you know... He's just going to walk home?
He's just going to walk out of here, Mr. Napoleon. Son of a bitch!
I told him, "Fuck, no, I'm not going to clean up no locker."
Man: It ain't my fault, Mr. Napoleon...
(Continuing indistinctly)
You don't leave until I say so.
What you say don't mean shit no more.
I've got guys looking after me
that are a hell of a lot heavier than you.
You're getting in deep here.
Listen up, Jack, one fucking peep out of you,
and my guys will have you nailed to your office door.
Hey, Razor, it's me.
This is me, Napper.
Hey. We've been a long time together, man.
Who put the clothes on your back?
Who put the money in your pocket?
We go back, what about that, uh?
Don't!
Don't run game on me, Napper.
I was your main meal ticket.
Cannon and Roo were your last big score,
and Roo ain't going to fight for you no more.
And now you don't got me.
You're going to have to find yourself a new con.
(Footsteps depart)
Commentator 1: (On TV) The Razor with the right.
Mitchell's in trouble. He's cut. He ties up Razor,
trying for a breather. He really needs time right now.
Commentator 2: Razor's handling Mitchell like the guy's nothing at all out there.
Now, this is a big surprise to me. It looks like the fight will be not going the distance.
And I'll tell you, Razor really seems to have taken off
since he left Napoleon, his former manager.
Commentator 1: There's a good... (Gunshots)
...Mitchell counters sloppily.
Razor blocks it and ooh! Razor teed off on that one.
Mitchell's going down...
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What the hell are you doing here, Napper?
Paying my respects.
I'm real sorry, Casper.
Things got out of hand.
Just should never happen.
I'm sorry.
Roo. I got to talk to you a minute.
Please.
Hang in there, pal.
What do you want, Napper?
Tenny's starting to put a lot of pressure on me.
He struck gold when you fought Cannon.
He wants more of your action, Roo.
Forget it, Napper.
Hey. Tenny's holding all the cards on this one.
He's talking about throwing your ass back in the loony bin.
Why would he want to do that?
Come on, Roo. Grow up.
It's just business.
Why don't you take a couple of bouts with Tall Tim for me.
Maybe a rematch with Cannon.
That ought to keep him happy.
I don't care about Tenny.
Maybe I don't want to fight no more.
Hey, Roo.
What's it like, living in padded cells?
What's he talking about?
Nothing.
Female voice: (On PA) Attention, please.
Visiting hours are now over.
(Engine roaring)
What's up, Roo?
Where are we going?
Fishing.
My first job in this country was right here on the docks.
One day I got in a scrap with the guy next to me.
Beat the hell out of me.
So he says to me, you're wasting your time on the docks.
He took me on the road as a fighter.
That guy was Napoleon.
One night before a fight,
I think we were in Ohio,
Napoleon comes up to me and asked me to throw the fight.
"You know", he said, "it'd be good for us".
We'd get more money.
Better fights.
Did you throw it?
Yeah.
Badly.
There was a complaint lodged and...
the commission, they cancelled my licence for a year.
They wouldn't let me fight anymore.
What did you do?
Oh, I started drinking,
feeling sorry for myself.
Then one night in a bar,
I got in a fight with a couple of blokes and...
they pulled knives on me.
I guess I went a little crazy.
One guy end up in the hospital and...
other guy end up in the morgue.
What happened to you?
The court said I was criminally insane.
I guess I might have been at the time.
But after eight years of padded cells
and fucking shock therapy,
if I wasn't crazy when I went in
I sure as hell was when I came out.
What you do when you got out?
Not much. Bummed around.
Nothing seemed to work for me and...
then I met up with Napoleon again.
He offered me a job.
Fighting in the circle.
So how does Tenny figure in?
Tenny takes a piece of Napoleon's action.
Tenny says if I don't do it,
he's going to have the state throw my ass
straight back into the loony bin.
He could do that?
I don't know.
But I sure as hell don't want to bet against him.
(Boat horn blasts)
You're going to need a corner man.
Corner person.
(Chuckles) Yep.
You're really going to like these guys, Roo.
They're just like you.
Big, strong,
and no fucking brains.
(Laughs)
You know what they say, eh, Roo?
No brain, no pain.
Yo, where's... (Indistinct)
Is this your fighter?
Where's your goddamn circle, man?
(Flames whoosh)
Whoo-oo, hot stuff.
(Flames crackling, mixed shouting)
(Punching thuds)
(Indistinct yelling)
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(Bell rings, sirens wails)
(Honking)
You lucky, Roo! Got to fight all the Spartans.
Best thing ever happened to you.
I don't think so, Batty.
Listen, I'm getting too old for this shit.
Better than getting thrown out
from that smart lawyer's office.
Or cleaning somebody's locker.
You've got to challenge now, Roo.
Yeah. Yeah, I've got a challenge.
(Panting)
Man can't be a man without a challenge.
Batty. There are better ways to prove you're a man
than by bashing someone's head open.
Sounds like you've been talking to the girl too much, Roo.
That's no warrior's talk.
Batty.
We are not warriors.
I mean, we're just two old fight bums.
We're too stupid to make a living any other way.
I mean, all that shit we talk about warriors,
that was to make us feel better.
I mean, take a look at us.
We're both... just old fight bums.
Don't listen to that, Roo.
We are warriors. We were born in the wrong place
at the wrong time. That's all.
Yeah.
Okay, Batty.
We're both warriors.
Man: All right. Big fight, make room, guys, let's go.
(Mixed shouting)
Doc, let's go!
Hey, Pete, how's your lady, man?
Hey! Where's...
(Mixed shouting continues)
Roo. I want you to meet Patch, the sea creature.
(Groaning)
He's got a bit of a handicap, only one hand.
So this is going to kind of like... even the odds. Wouldn't you say?
Patch: (Laughing) I'm going to stick this stump right up your ass.
Okay! Down in the boat, let's go!
(Mixed shouting)
(Groaning and grunting)
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(Strangled grunting)
(Groaning)
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(Splashing)
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I want my money!
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Hey, Nap.
You like the cameras? Am I taking care of you?
Well, look who just slid in under the door.
I've making pretty good bread of those funky fighters
that's Tall Tim lined up for Roo.
Thanks to you. Thanks to me?
Yeah, without you screwing up in the first place,
none of that good bread would've had a chance of cropping up.
Let me buy you a shave.
You're a real piece of shit.
The last thing Roo needs is you.
You know, the funny thing is
I actually like Roo, crazy bastard that he is.
Why shouldn't you like him?
The bread you're making off him.
You find some balls or something all of a sudden, Gus?
You fucking sleaze.
Hey!
I may be a sleaze,
but at least I don't pretend to be something else.
Not like that, Detective cop bastard, Tenny.
Coming on like he's a decent citizen
and putting the squeeze on me and everybody else
in the neighbourhood for half the action.
Oh, yeah. You know something else, too, Gus?
You want to know who got Roo fighting again?
Whose idea it was? It was Tenny.
So you want to hate somebody, hate him.
You didn't have to go along with him.
No? Well I had a cash flow problem!
Or have you forgotten already?
But stick around.
This next fight is going to be a real treat for Roo.
What kind of treat?
You'll see soon enough.
See you later, Gussy boy.
(Mixed shouting)
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Excuse me, okay.
Got a real nice surprise for you tonight.
Look up there.
(Sustained shout)
(Mixed chatter)
No way.
I can't fight you, Batty.
You're my friend, Roo. My only friend!
I know, that's why I can't fight you.
No, Roo. That's why you must fight me.
This is my last fight.
Tonight I'll be free.
Show me the... (Indistinct)
Show me you love me!
Hey, Roo, man! The guy loves ya!
What you gonna do, fight him...
or fuck him?
(Screaming)
Crazy bastard.
(Grunting)
(Clinking)
(Whirring)
(Grunting)
(Whirring)
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(Groaning)
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I'm sorry, Batty.
Can't do it, buddy. Time to go.
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Batty: (Screaming)
(Crashing)
(Brakes squeal, gear shift clicks)
Roo.
Batty's dead.
This ain't going to help him.
Wait here.
(Footsteps receding)
You should have seen the fucking guy.
He jumped off the top of the building.
(Cackling)
What about the heat?
No heat. No one anywhere?
Nah, he took off.
Jesus Christ, man. That's insane.
He just fucking...
Roo: You!
You owe me.
I owe you nothing, Roo.
They should've fined the wacko
for littering the streets.
(Chuckling)
Sunny side up on the sidewalk, hey, Roo?
He bounced. (Chuckling)
Bounce.
(Roaring)
(Objects and furniture clattering)
Roo: (Roaring, grunting)
Charlie: Stop it.
(Thud)
Roo!
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(Dog barking in the distance)
Go away, Charlie.
You want to die?
Don't let me stop you
'cause I know why you're up here.
You've taken so much shit,
you just can't stand it anymore.
No...
No.
That's not it, Charlie.
No one's to blame.
It's me.
I don't deserve to live.
I hurt people, Charlie.
Casper...
Batty.
I killed Batty, Charlie.
No, Roo.
It's true.
I'm crazy.
(Siren wailing in the distance)
They were right.
I'm the geek.
You know, the gig in the sideshow,
what chews off chickens' heads?
Yeah, I'm the crazy bastard in the cage.
You're out of the cage.
Yeah, I'm out of the cage.
I got beat right out.
Everything that ever meant anything to me is gone.
Except you, Charlie.
And I don't want to be around to hurt you.
Then fight him again.
What?
You've got to walk away,
but on your own terms.
Fight him again.
Beat him.
Beat all those leeches at their own game.
Then walk.
We'll start a new life together.
You and I.
You ain't crazy, Roo.
We can do it.
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You want him?
Roo: Yeah, I want him.
You've got him.
You're just like me, Roo.
You walk away from this
and you just another square fucking nobody.
But here,
we are both kings.
You've got a whole lot of that
for everything you can squeeze out of it.
'Cause that's all you've got.
Listen. Cut the crap.
I've got my own reasons
for taking this fight, Napper.
No, you listen.
Nobody screws me over.
If it wasn't for me, you'd still be weaving baskets
in the wacko farm.
I got you started again.
But you went and fucked up with Casper.
You should have been fighting for me, Roo.
All these years,
you should have been fighting for me.
Well, I want them all back.
Every single fucking game.
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Casper: I hear you and Charlie are living together.
She taking good care of you?
Yeah.
You taking good care of her?
I'm trying.
Good.
Casper.
I've got something I've got to tell you.
No. You don't gotta tell me nothing.
Yeah. I've got to tell you.
What are you going to tell me?
That you've been fighting again?
That you've been letting Napoleon pimp you?
That you're going to get it on with Cannon again?
(Coughing)
Well, go on, tell me.
Go on, Roo. Get out of here.
Go on.
Do what you've got to do.
(Sighs)
(Distant shouting)
Napoleon: Hey, Razor,
glad you and your friends could make it down.
Drinks on the house for everybody.
Hey, listen, kid.
You and I might've had our differences,
but all that's water under the bridge.
Hey, you've got a good ranking now.
I can see you're going all the way.
About this new management; I don't blame you.
Hey, business is business.
Straight up.
Congratulations, kid.
(Slaps)
Have a good time.
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Tenny: There's nothing here!
So where the hell is it?
We'll find it, okay? We'll find it.
You're goddamn right we'll find it.
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(Mixed shouting)
(Punch, grunt)
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(Thud; fence rattling)
Referee: (Indistinct)
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(Groaning, roaring)
(Clattering)
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Referee: Let go... let go...
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Referee: All right, all right, break, break! Break!
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(Bell rings)
That's a round. All right.
(Coughing)
(Shouting continues)
(Water drips)
(Clatter in bucket)
Hey, what the hell's going on here?
Mr. Napoleon says you ain't going in tonight.
Like hell I'm not.
Not tonight.
(Mixed shouting)
Referee: Let's go.
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Referee: (Indistinct)
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(Growling)
(Screaming)
(Thuds)
(Repeated thuds)
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One, two, three...
(Mixed shouting)
(Punch thud, mixed shouting)
Referee: One, two,
three, four, five
six, seven, eight...
(Indistinct yelling)
...nine, ten!
You're out.
The winner!
(Shouting amplifies)
(Chain-link rattling)
Crowd: (Chanting) Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo!
(Booing)
So that's what makes you happy, eh Roo?
Makes you feel little less crazy, don't it?
Beating a man half to death.
I ain't crazy, Napper.
Napoleon: You think this proves you're something other
than what you are?
A pathetic washed up, never-was-anything old bum?
Yeah, I know, Roo.
You didn't make it 'cause you never had a chance.
The same bullshit smokescreen
that every other dumb fuck failure out there uses.
No, Roo. You're nothing 'cause you're nothing.
I beat everyone you threw at me, Napper.
They were all bums.
Then give me someone!
I'll take on anyone!
I'll fight him right now!
Razor!
Get in here, and show this bum
what it takes to be a real boxer.
I never fought this uh...
circle crap.
And I ain't about to start now.
Napoleon: Look at this beat-up old man.
He's barely standing.
Get in here, give him some boxing lessons.
Man in crowd: Yeah, go for it, Razor!
Woman in crowd: Yeah, come on!
Man in crowd: Come on, go for it.
Napoleon: What's the matter, Razor?
You're chicken to fight...
...without the gloves on?
Nobody shakes me, man!
Roo does, you bastard.
Napoleon's right. Where's your balls?
What's wrong with you, man!
You got a death wish?
I'll kill you! (Angry screaming)
What the hell, man?
Show these fucks who you are!
Fight the dude! You can finish in a minute!
Get this shit over with and let's go party!
You want it? Crowd: Yeah!
(Louder) You want it?
Crowd: Yeah! You've got it!
Keep the threads fresh, baby, I'll be right back!
Somebody bring me a pair of boxing boots!
(Mixed chatter)
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That's it, boss. We've got it all.
(Glass shattering)
Tenny!
(Chuckles)
Where's my fucking end, Napoleon?
(Chuckles)
Maxxy's got your end.
Come and get it, sucker!
(Laughing)
You son of a bitch.
No ref, no rounds.
(Cheering)
Last man standing wins.
(Bell rings)
You're a nightmare, Roo.
Look at you. You're a middle aged old man
and you're still fighting this circle crap.
And what have you got to show for it?
I'm never going to be like you, Roo!
Come on, Roo. Come on. Come on.
I'm going to punch you for being such a fool.
(Thuds, grunting)
You like that? You want some more?
(Punching thuds, grunting)
You like that, Roo, uh? You want some more?
Come on, I could dance all night.
(Grunting)
We'll see.
(Grunting)
(Shouting)
(Crowd clamouring)
Come on, Roo, getting tired?
Come on, Roo, can you move your feet?
Come on, Roo, come on, let's go, Roo.
(Cheering)
Various: Come on, Roo! Come on, Roo!
(Mixed shouting)
(Yell)
(Yelling)
Get him!
Razor's a goddamn bleeder.
What, he's never been cut before?
He's hardly been hit before.
Half his damn fights I fix myself.
What's the matter? These new people
don't take care of the fights?
Ah, who gives a shit.
He don't fight for me no more.
He's fighting for you now. (Chuckles)
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Get him! Get him! Get him! Get him!
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Crowd: Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo!
Yo! This has gone far enough, Napoleon.
...chump round ringers.
Hey, I don't see nobody muscling him into the ring.
Yo open the cage, man!
Yo, Roo's dead, Napoleon!
Ah, shake me some more, little man.
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You're too dumb to know when to stay down, old man.
(Screaming)
(Resounding thud)
(Echoing impact thud)
We're even now, Roo.
Yeah, Napper.
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(Screaming)
(Angry yelling)
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(Screaming)
(Thuds)
(Indistinct yelling)
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Man: Hey! Hand me that towel, you crazy bastard.
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(Indistinct talking)
(Grunting)
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(Groaning)
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(Thud)
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Man: (Indistinct)
(Yelling continues)
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(Chain-link rattling)
(Angry yelling) Get up! Get up!
Three, four, five...
(Yelling continues)
...seven, eight, nine, you're out!
The winner...
(Cheering)
(Grunting)
(Wood cracks)
(Yelling continues)
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Sully!
(Metal rattling)
Take it and use it!
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(Grunting)
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(Scream)
(Cheering, sparse clapping)
Loser's share.
(Fire crackling)
Got a light?
(Chuckle)
Hey!
Too bad, Napoleon.
(Snorts) What's he got left?
Two, three more fights.
Maybe a half dozen at most.
He took out Sully pretty good tonight, didn't he?
Pff, Sully. A mediocre round ringer at best,
and Roo barely handled him.
Maybe you'd like to put your pretty boy Razor
in the ring with Roo.
I don't fight no round ring bullshit.
Razor's going to be heavyweight champ of the world.
He's going places you two only dream about.
You have a goddamn bum with gloves as champ
of some bullshit association or another.
(Click) (Chuckle)
Monkey dick.
Hey, this is my goddamn club.
This is where you carved on a living for 10 years!
Don't you forget that!
You owe me, you little piss-ant!
Well, I'm glad to hear you're in the mood to talk money, Napoleon.
'Cause you're running a little short.
Okay, Razor, Danny boy. Take a hike, c'mon.
Go on.
So what's your problem, Tenny?
You're getting your cut.
Yeah.
Well, my cut ain't what it used to be, see.
I'm taking a lot of heat
letting you keep running this...
one ring circus here.
So, you better start coming up with some real bread.
or I'm shutting you down.
Fuck you.
Cuff this idiot.
Take him downtown.
You don't know when to shut up, Napoleon.
A sleazy little prick bastard like you
could never shut me up.
(Slap)
Well, maybe not.
Maybe I can't, uh?
Well, but I sure as hell shut you down
unless you start coming up with some serious bread. All right?
I ain't giving you another penny.
Not a goddamn penny more.
Then you've got no more circle fights.
You ain't going to stop me.
I don't want to stop ya.
But I'll be watching.
And any fight you've got anywhere from here on in,
I'm taking 50%. Huh! You got that?
You don't give me nothing. I'm taking.
Take this asshole out for a drive in the country
and let him walk home.
(Maniacal laughter)
Man: You've got 400.
(Indistinct chattering)
(Arguing, bickering)
(Continued mixed chatter)
Shoot.
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What are you doing here, Sully?
My friend Sing gave me some food, Roo.
I couldn't go home empty-handed.
Sorry about tonight, Roo.
Napoleon promised me half the money
if I beat you any way I could.
He said he'd get a real kick out of seeing me,
a bum, beat a guy like you.
I'm sorry.
Sully.
Look, take this.
What the hell.
You need this more than I do.
Take it all.
Thanks, Roo.
Look... just look after those kids.
Don't let them grow up to be like us.
Right, Sully? Right?
Right, Roo.
Thanks.
Man: Come on, Roo. let's go!
Get your old raggedy ass in the truck.
(Car engine starts)
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Aw, c'mon, you guys, I made a little bread tonight,
a little fortune, do you want fucking half?
Come on, you guys. Give us all of it.
You scumbag. C'mon, man. Relax.
It's nothing, c'mon, it's nothing, it's nothing.
It's not enough.
It's all I've got, man, it's all I've got.
You better find some more real quick.
Give me a break. Come on.
What's going on here, Dad?
Your old man's been borrowing money again, Charlie.
You know better than to be lending him money.
Hey man, business is business.
Come on, Nicky, clear out of here.
Not tonight, Charlie.
We're going to get that money,
or we're going to teach that bum a lesson.
If you want to hurt him, Nicky,
you're going to have to hurt me first.
(Engine revving)
Gus always has these nice family get-togethers.
Wonder why he never invites us.
Maybe you should have kissed him good night, Charlie.
Jealous or something, Roo?
(Growling)
(Whispering) I see a lion tonight.
I see a lion.
In the jungle.
(Howling)
Batty should've quit the circle
years ago when he still had a brain left.
(Howling continues)
He ain't nothing but a muscle-bound idiot.
He's all right.
He still wins a few fights.
Batty: (Monkey-like cries)
I'm sorry about trying to throw the towel in, Roo.
But you ain't as young as you used to be.
Batty: (Growling, grunting)
I want you to promise me something.
What?
That you won't fight anymore.
I'm serious, Roo.
I don't want you to end up like Batty.
I quit the circle...
I ain't got nothing else.
Hell, help me run this place.
I'll give you a job. I don't know nothing
about running a joint like this.
I'll teach you.
Look, your thing's still in one piece.
Batty: (Continues growling)
(Banging) Promise me.
I can't promise.
(Laughing)
Congratulations, Roo.
You made it out in one piece.
More or less.
Ha! He should fight more, not less.
Man: Sometimes less is more, Batty.
(Chuckle)
Gus: At least he was a safe bet.
Got hair like cement.
Roo, go wash that stuff off your face.
Gus: (Chuckles)
(Laughs) Hey!
Hey, what what's this crap I hear about you retiring?
Hey, you're still my best draw.
C'mon, with all the bread you make fighting in my circle,
you owe me at least one more shot.
You made bread in every fight I did in the circle, Napper.
I don't owe you nothing.
I made money on you 'cause I'm smart.
Don't get on your high horse with me, Roo.
Yeah, you were a pretty good draw. So what?
It ain't like I need you.
But guys like me and you,
we don't quit.
And you're just like me.
I ain't nothing like you.
No, maybe you're not.
Maybe you're just a stumbling old bum
that's too dumb to know when to hit the canvas.
You think about that.
(Indistinct)
...cleaning toilets, washing floors.
That's not enough for a man.
We're warriors. Yeah! That's what we are, warriors!
You and I are born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Well, there's nothing we can do about it now.
Don't work for Casper. Quit!
You've got to keep fighting.
You want to wear a shirt and tie
and sit behind a desk all day?
Pushing buttons?
That's what it's going to lead to.
How are you supposed to be a man in this world?
That is the wrong way for you and me.
You've got to fight... (Indistinct)
You know?
(Grunting shouts)
Is he crazy or something?
Nah. He's a rocket scientist.
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
Yes. Can I... help you?
I've got a cheque to deliver.
Well, I'll take the cheque.
We're supposed to deliver it to Mr. Regan.
I'm his receptionist. You can leave it with me.
Well, no offence, ma'am,
but this is my first day on the job
and... well I work for my friend Casper, and we run a gym,
and this is the rent cheque so... So I'll take the cheque.
Well, you see, it's like this.
Casper said to be sure and give the cheque to Mr. Regan.
Right, Batty?
Wrong, Roo.
You don't got to do anything.
All you got to do is fight.
We are warriors. You must show respect.
I think you'd better leave or I will call the police.
You see, Roo? Now, we must fight.
(Growls)
What's going on here, Jane?
Jane: These men are crazy.
We've got a cheque for Mr. Regan.
I'm Mr. Regan.
(Paper rustling)
Is there anything else?
Well, yes, we'd like a receipt, you see.
Casper said to make sure we got a receipt,
so he'd know you got the cheque.
The cheque is your receipt.
The cheque's a cheque.
I mean, how can a cheque be a receipt?
What's the problem, Mr. Regan?
There's no problem. Could you just please
escort these "gentlemen" out, please?
Hold it. Hold it.
Whoa, just a minute.
All we want is a receipt.
You want a receipt?
Excuse me... You want a receipt?
(Paper crumpling)
This is your receipt.
Get him out of here.
Ha! You dressed up collar, you... bastard!
(Mixed yelling)
Get your hands off me!
Get them out of here!
And you can just tell your boss that the next time,
he has his cheque in here on the 1st of each month,
not the 15th,
and it'd better be certified!
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
(Music on car radio)
Glad you could make it, Cannon.
I heard a lot about you.
I heard you tore up the circles down south pretty good.
Cut the crap, Napoleon.
I'm the best anywhere.
Ain't never been beat.
That's why you want me.
Hey, this is going to be good for you too, you know.
Right here is where the action is.
Right here's where you could be making some good bread...
fighting for me.
You make what you make.
That's your business.
You guaranteed me.
You don't make the guarantee,
that's my business.
And I take care of my business
real quick.
Hey, no problem.
You're the main man now, Cannon.
Roo, that old fool,
he just couldn't hang on no more.
Just when he actually was getting hot,
he folded.
But don't worry.
The money will be stacked up so high,
you won't be able to even count it.
Yes, sir.
I've got Razor now. It's starting to pay off for me.
It's about time with all the fucking bread I got invested in him.
With you and him, I've got the world by the balls.
Yeah.
Who needs Roo?
Not me.
( ♪♪ )
(Grunting)
(Mixed shouting)
( ♪♪ )
Fuck you!
You fucking maggots!
(Yelling subsides)
They're all bums in there.
There's not one of them
that's got the heart to fight Cannon.
It shows, that slacking off.
Yeah.
Announcer: (On TV) With his recent victory,
Razor Jones has cracked the top 10,
but it still remains to be seen
as to whether or not he has the talent
to contend for the title.
We'll find out next month
when he meets Spider Washington,
ranked number six.
(Can cracking)
Whatcha doing in there?
I don't know, Richard.
Maybe I'm just wasting my time.
(Clattering)
Damn.
(Thud)
Haaa, shii.... Are you okay, Roo?
Roo: Ooh, Jee-sus.
(Groaning)
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
(Punching thumps)
( ♪♪ )
Hey, Roo. What's up?
I slammed the hood on my hand.
Let me look at it.
Must've slammed it pretty hard.
I'll live.
So you're going to Razor's fight?
Nah. I'm not really a big fan of Razor's.
Can't blame you.
I'll watch it on TV
after I finish training with the kids.
( ♪♪ )
I've got to go do toilets.
I'm doing mufflers.
See you later.
(Water splashing, scrubbing)
How you doing, white boy?
(Water continues splashing)
Looks like you're doing a real good job there.
But you missed a spot.
(Fingers snapping)
(Slap)
On the house.
(Flushing)
Announcer: (On TV) ...this could be it.
Announcer 2: I don't think... was that bad...
Announcer: Well, the referee does, and that's it.
It's a TKO for Razor over Mitchell in the eighth.
Razor's moved in...
Razor's not a fighter. He's got no heart!
(Continued shouting)
Batty! No! Batty!
(Mixed shouting)
(Crash)
(Shouting continues)
(Yelling)
(Booing)
( ♪♪ )
One, two... ha, forget it.
( ♪♪ )
You're a bum, Cannon!
Napper, you're going to have to find someone decent to fight Cannon.
Ah, nobody decent wants to fight bare-fisted anymore.
(Whispering) That bum.
Hey, Napoleon!
Hey, what are you doing in my club?
Just checking out your action.
What action?
I remember you used to laugh at my fights.
Well, you know what, Napoleon?
They're betting at my fights.
Yeah. You think you've got a fighter that's any good?
Send him down to me.
I'll make us both some money.
I wouldn't send shit down to you.
I'll see you later, Napoleon.
( ♪♪ )
(Click; gas hissing)
(Flame roars)
(Objects rustling, clattering around)
(Spitting) Shit!
Charlie: You lose something, Dad?
Uh?
Nothin'.
( ♪♪ )
Some old invoices.
You looking for this?
C'mon, Charlie.
I'm just going down to Nap's club for a little bit.
No big deal. No big deal when you win.
Big deal when you don't.
Give me a break, Charlie.
I ain't hurting nobody.
You give me a break.
You can't lose the goddamn money we make fast enough.
It's not like we make a whole hell of a lot.
Charlie.
It's just as much my money as it is yours.
Yeah, it's your money, too.
That's why you shouldn't be going down to Napoleon's place.
You've been losing there for years.
Yeah.
Once in a while, I win.
You win a little and you lose a lot.
Now you're going to lose me.
I bust my hump in here.
The life I've got is shit.
You know, I've been covering your ass for years.
Give me a chance to get something together.
Get the hell out of this miserable rat hole.
While I've still got some life in me.
Aw. Okay, baby.
Okay. I'm sorry.
I just... I'm going to take the money down there tonight,
pay him off what I owe.
That's it. No more.
I don't want to hurt you no more.
How much do we owe him?
Never you mind.
I'm going to go down there, pay him off.
Okay?
Okay. Okay.
That's my girl.
(Punching thumps)
You okay, Charlie?
(Punching continues)
You've really been hitting that heavy bag a lot lately.
(Punching continues)
You sure must like hitting it.
(Punching continues)
So how's the job?
(Sighs) Not so good.
Why are you doing it?
Casper is trying to teach me about business but...
I don't learn so good.
So what are you going to do?
I don't know.
Join the team.
You've been hitting pretty good lately.
I've been watching ya.
Yeah?
You think so?
Think I can take you yet?
Depends how you move in a ring.
I've never been in the ring, Roo.
All the time you've been coming here, punching the heavy bag
and you ain't never been in the ring?
How about you and I go in and...
and I'll teach you some moves?
Nah. I don't think so.
Go on, Charlie.
Go on, Charlie.
I ain't going to bite.
Charlie.
Come on.
(Softly) Come on.
Okay.
Now, you throw a few punches at me.
Come on.
(Gently) Go on.
Up on your toes.
Up on your toes.
Now, round the circle.
Come on, Charlie.
That's it. Harder. Come on.
That's it. That's right.
Now, ain't no good throwing all the punches
if you're going to get caught flat footed.
Now, come on. That's it.
That's it, girl. Yeah!
You ain't never been in the ring?
Hey! You're a natural talent.
That's it, Charlie. C'mon.
Faster, faster round, round.
That's it, girl.
( ♪♪ )
Jab, jab, c'mon.
Now, go for the big one,
go for the big one, c'mon.
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
(Screaming)
Roo?
(Screaming)
You're hurting me.
You're hurting me, Roo.
(Clattering)
(Resounding thud)
(Crashing)
( ♪♪ )
Go away, Charlie.
I'm no good for ya.
I like you a lot,
but I'm not good for you.
But I like you too, Roo.
I ain't nothing but trouble.
It's all right.
Tell you what,
how about we go for a walk?
If you don't want to talk about nothing, that's all right.
We'll just go for a walk.
You and me.
Come on.
I've got some stuff to do,
come with me.
How about it?
Come on.
( ♪♪ )
Roo: Hell of a place to go for a walk, Charlie.
Ain't nothing but a load of junk lying around.
Charlie: You never know what you're going to find.
Sometimes old stuff is the best stuff.
Like you, Roo.
Maybe they ought to bury me here.
There is a spot for you.
Hm. Nah, thanks.
This starter motor looks pretty good.
Yeah. How can you tell?
The brushes are clean.
How long you been a mechanic, Charlie?
Long time.
Gus used to bring me down to the garage
when I was just a kid.
Set that stuff down over there. We'll pick it up later.
Charlie, you like being a mechanic?
Yeah. Beats punching clocks.
I guess it beats punching heads too.
Roo?
Don't pick it.
I was going to give it to you.
Oh, let it be. C'mon, let's go.
( ♪♪ )
Now, I've got to go to a flower shop and spend two bucks.
Big spender.
That's a lot of bread for a guy who cleans out locker rooms.
Hey, stick with me.
I'll teach you how to fix cars.
( ♪♪ )
(Dog barking)
( ♪♪ )
Razor: So I'm driving along in my limo
and I look out the window and who do I see?
I see Roo with a girl, who could it be?
So I see you're taking out Charlie these days, huh?
So what?
Well, that gets me wondering.
I mean, I know you guys probably, you know...
Does Charlie have a dick or what, man?
(Giggling)
With or without a dick,
I'm still more man than you.
Better teach your bitch to watch her mouth, man.
Let's move it, man. Get out of here.
(Tires squealing)
Craps.
Sh-h-it.
Hey, Danny boy,
cash me a cheque?
(Crashing)
Gus.
Gus.
Gus.
We've got a little problem here, Gus.
You know what that problem is?
That cheque you gave me last week
the one that covered that long outstanding balance
you've got with us...
It bounced. The cheque was no fucking good.
Ah, come on, Mr. Napoleon! (Groaning)
It's time to pay the piper, fella.
You're a mechanic or something.
Aren't you, Gus?
Yeah, that's right.
Fingers would be pretty important to a guy like you.
Wouldn't you say?
One finger, Gus.
One finger every week you don't pay.
(Click)
Ugh...
There's got to be something besides this.
Napoleon: Sorry, Gus. One finger.
One finger every week you don't pay, Gus.
Whatever you want, I'll do it.
(Sizzle of cigarette burning)
( ♪♪ )
(Retractable door whirring)
Gus: Where you been?
Out.
Roo?
I've got to talk to you.
Napoleon: Your buddy Gus owes us big.
But he don't have no bread to give us at the moment.
So I worked out a little deal.
You fight Cannon in the circle,
and Gus gets to keep his fingers.
The debt is cleared.
Whatever makes you happy, Napoleon.
What makes you happy, Roo?
The crowds...
cheering,
calling out your name.
Or maybe
you miss being punched in the head.
What is it, Roo?
Still paying for your sins?
Napoleon: What do you mean... Tenny?
What's the big deal?
You don't squeeze nobody else in the neighbourhood that hard.
30%, 35% that's it.
Now you're giving me 50%. (Mixed shouts, grunts)
What can I do here?
Listen to me.
You want this fight to happen?
It goes down my way or not at all.
(Shouting continues) All right?
50%, that's what I'm taking.
Don't think about pulling any fast ones. Fighter: C'mon!
That fight goes down, I'll know about it.
Come on! (Grunting)
(Grunting, yelling) Napoleon: Cut it out!
Hey! cut it out! Hey! cut it out!
(Grunting continues)
Cut it out! Razor!
Razor!
You're supposed to tone him up,
not make a fool out of him.
You want someone to play with this hippopotamus,
you get yourself somebody else!
This guy ain't fit to tie my shoe!
(Grunting) Come on! Hey, cut it out!
Razor: Come on. Hey, cut it out!
I'm a ranked fighter, I don't need this two-bit shit!
Do you know who I am?
(Rapping) I am the Razor, and that's not all
When it comes to boxing yo, I know it all
You can call me Ali you can call me Spinks
But what really counts is what the people think
They know I'm fast and they know I'm sly
They know I'm number one and that's no lie!
Yeah!
Dammit, if I wanted a comic,
I would order one!
You're supposed to be a fighter
not some kind of jerk-off.
Napoleon: Ah, quit your bitching, Razor.
I say when and I say who.
And I'll damn well say how much.
I don't want to hear no talk about my game plan for you.
You're fucked up, you know that?
Watch my lips.
You don't cut it where I'm going.
I've got a chance to get me some good management,
slick words and smart money.
Guys that can take me somewhere.
I can take you someplace.
I just need a little time here, for Christ's sakes.
I can get you major fights, Razor.
Goddamn it, it means more to me than you.
It's big dollars for both of us.
You hustle round ring fights, man.
Did I ever ask you to fight in a circle?
Not once, not once.
Now you get your ass back in the gym
and keep your hands working
and your mouth shut!
Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb!
Come on, Batty, hit me, you little wimp! Hit me!
Hit me!
Punch, Batty, come on, come on!
Move in, move in!
Move! Punch! Punch!
Why the hell are you doing this?
There's other ways to cover the debt, you know that.
Maybe this is the way I want to do it.
What's wrong with you?
You ain't been training. You ain't been fighting.
Don't matter.
You're sliding backwards.
Don't fall back in that crap.
You're learning something now.
What am I learning?
How to clean toilets?
How to fill a pump machine?
For Christ's sake, Roo, give it a chance.
You can't keep kicking around the circle.
You want to end up like fucking Batty?
He's a scrambled egg.
If you give it half a chance,
you can be a decent human being
instead of some goddamn old punching bag for Napoleon.
Hit me, Casper.
(Soft punch) Hit me.
(Harder punch) Hit me, Casper.
Hit me! (Punch)
That's what I do well.
It's all I do well.
It ain't much, pal,
but it's all I've got.
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
(Screaming)
(Continued screaming)
( ♪♪ )
(Mixed shouts)
Announcer: (Indistinct)
( ♪♪ )
Be confident out there, Roo.
(Whistling, shouting)
( ♪♪ )
Referee: Knock it off, Cannon, don't knee, don't knee him.
( ♪♪ )
Casper: Come on, Roo!
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
Referee: And two... three... four...
(Grunting) Come on!
( ♪♪ )
One, two, three...
(Mixed yelling)
(Punch) Referee: What are you doing?
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine...
(Grunt)
( ♪♪ )
Referee: All right, back up, Cannon. Back up!
Get the fuck back there.
(Indistinct yelling)
( ♪♪ )
(Scream)
Referee: Hey, what the hell are you doing here?
Get out of here, come on, no...
Get out of here, Casper. Casper!
(Laughing)
You'll disqualify your fighter.
Get out of here, the fight ain't over yet.
(Shouting continues)
( ♪♪ )
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Nine!
You're out!
( ♪♪ )
(Cans clattering)
( ♪♪ )
(Indistinct chatter)
(Heavy breathing)
(Heavy breathing)
Aw, Roo, look at you.
(Sharp gasps)
Oh, Jesus.
(Towel slaps on floor)
Napoleon: ...me a new fighter now.
The best damned round ringer you're ever going to see: Cannon.
And next week he's going to come...
You had to do it, didn't you, Napoleon?
Napoleon: Debts got to be paid, little man.
Bullshit.
There were other ways to get the money.
Hey-ey! He wanted to fight.
You fucking conned him.
What was it, Napoleon? You need him to bring the action in,
or did it just bug you too much that he wouldn't be one of your fucking fighters.
He never should've been fighting for you, he should've been fighting for me.
You never did nothing for him except from take him away from me.
Bullshit! He walked on you 'cause your fucking sleaze-plays
make him want to puke. You used him!
You're still use it him, you fucking slam.
He wasted his life fighting in a circle
'cause he fucking listened to you.
(Shuffling steps)
(Thud) Ow!
You had to wait till he got old
and wore him down to beat him.
We beat you, Napoleon.
You son of a bitch! We beat you!
(Grunt)
What the hell are you doing, man?
You don't need to take a guy like that.
Get out of the way, fucker face.
Big man, Napoleon.
Big fucking man.
I'm warning you... You stay down and you shut up!
You're through warning anybody, Napoleon.
Napoleon: Get him out of here.
(Mixed shouting)
You dirty son of a bitch.
You couldn't let the poor guy be, could you?
(Thuds, grunting)
Go ahead, Casper. You can do it. Cut him up.
( ♪♪ )
Cut him up!
( ♪♪ )
(Mixed shouting)
( ♪♪ )
(Grunt)
(Screaming)
(Snapping, grunting)
(Mixed shouting continues)
(Banging)
( ♪♪ )
(Distant shouting)
( ♪♪ )
(Clanking on metal stairs)
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
I'm sorry.
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
(Snip)
Napoleon: Hey, you like this?
I like this.
I've been working on it a long time.
Take a look. A good look,
'cause this is the last time you're going to see it.
See, you and I are through.
You got what you wanted
and now it's over.
No more payoffs.
Well, the only way it's going to be no more payments
is for you to pack in your circle fights.
I don't think you're about to do that.
Yeah, well, I've got a new score, Tenny.
Razor's starting to make real money for me.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
I mean, Roo's good action.
People like betting on his fights.
Yeah, well, he don't want to fight no more.
Didn't he have some trouble a few years back?
I mean, it'd be easy for me to put some pressure on him.
Throw him to Tall Tim for a few fights.
Then a rematch with Cannon.
We could make a killing.
Hey! We could be partners.
Huh. That's funny.
Me, partners?
With a scum-ball cop like you, that's funny.
Ha-ha.
You let me know if you change your mind, uh?
( ♪♪ )
Hey Maxxy,
you know that son of a bitch Tenny walked in here today,
said he wanted to be partners with me.
Hey, slim pickings, Nap.
Yeah, this circle game's getting to be a racket.
We're losing big on it.
It's a good thing we've got legit stuff going on with Razor, eh?
Man: Mr. Napoleon? Mr. Napoleon! Mr. Napoleon!
Ra-Razor just...
Razor just... Cool it... cool it, man.
Cool it right down, cool it. Cool it.
Razor just told me to clean out his locker,
he's going to leave you, Mr. Napoleon.
I told... him I wouldn't clean it up
because I figured you'd kill me
if I cleaned out the locker, you know?
Because, you know... He's just going to walk home?
He's just going to walk out of here, Mr. Napoleon. Son of a bitch!
I told him, "Fuck, no, I'm not going to clean up no locker."
Man: It ain't my fault, Mr. Napoleon...
(Continuing indistinctly)
You don't leave until I say so.
What you say don't mean shit no more.
I've got guys looking after me
that are a hell of a lot heavier than you.
You're getting in deep here.
Listen up, Jack, one fucking peep out of you,
and my guys will have you nailed to your office door.
Hey, Razor, it's me.
This is me, Napper.
Hey. We've been a long time together, man.
Who put the clothes on your back?
Who put the money in your pocket?
We go back, what about that, uh?
Don't!
Don't run game on me, Napper.
I was your main meal ticket.
Cannon and Roo were your last big score,
and Roo ain't going to fight for you no more.
And now you don't got me.
You're going to have to find yourself a new con.
(Footsteps depart)
Commentator 1: (On TV) The Razor with the right.
Mitchell's in trouble. He's cut. He ties up Razor,
trying for a breather. He really needs time right now.
Commentator 2: Razor's handling Mitchell like the guy's nothing at all out there.
Now, this is a big surprise to me. It looks like the fight will be not going the distance.
And I'll tell you, Razor really seems to have taken off
since he left Napoleon, his former manager.
Commentator 1: There's a good... (Gunshots)
...Mitchell counters sloppily.
Razor blocks it and ooh! Razor teed off on that one.
Mitchell's going down...
( ♪♪ )
( ♪♪ )
What the hell are you doing here, Napper?
Paying my respects.
I'm real sorry, Casper.
Things got out of hand.
Just should never happen.
I'm sorry.
Roo. I got to talk to you a minute.
Please.
Hang in there, pal.
What do you want, Napper?
Tenny's starting to put a lot of pressure on me.
He struck gold when you fought Cannon.
He wants more of your action, Roo.
Forget it, Napper.
Hey. Tenny's holding all the cards on this one.
He's talking about throwing your ass back in the loony bin.
Why would he want to do that?
Come on, Roo. Grow up.
It's just business.
Why don't you take a couple of bouts with Tall Tim for me.
Maybe a rematch with Cannon.
That ought to keep him happy.
I don't care about Tenny.
Maybe I don't want to fight no more.
Hey, Roo.
What's it like, living in padded cells?
What's he talking about?
Nothing.
Female voice: (On PA) Attention, please.
Visiting hours are now over.
(Engine roaring)
What's up, Roo?
Where are we going?
Fishing.
My first job in this country was right here on the docks.
One day I got in a scrap with the guy next to me.
Beat the hell out of me.
So he says to me, you're wasting your time on the docks.
He took me on the road as a fighter.
That guy was Napoleon.
One night before a fight,
I think we were in Ohio,
Napoleon comes up to me and asked me to throw the fight.
"You know", he said, "it'd be good for us".
We'd get more money.
Better fights.
Did you throw it?
Yeah.
Badly.
There was a complaint lodged and...
the commission, they cancelled my licence for a year.
They wouldn't let me fight anymore.
What did you do?
Oh, I started drinking,
feeling sorry for myself.
Then one night in a bar,
I got in a fight with a couple of blokes and...
they pulled knives on me.
I guess I went a little crazy.
One guy end up in the hospital and...
other guy end up in the morgue.
What happened to you?
The court said I was criminally insane.
I guess I might have been at the time.
But after eight years of padded cells
and fucking shock therapy,
if I wasn't crazy when I went in
I sure as hell was when I came out.
What you do when you got out?
Not much. Bummed around.
Nothing seemed to work for me and...
then I met up with Napoleon again.
He offered me a job.
Fighting in the circle.
So how does Tenny figure in?
Tenny takes a piece of Napoleon's action.
Tenny says if I don't do it,
he's going to have the state throw my ass
straight back into the loony bin.
He could do that?
I don't know.
But I sure as hell don't want to bet against him.
(Boat horn blasts)
You're going to need a corner man.
Corner person.
(Chuckles) Yep.
You're really going to like these guys, Roo.
They're just like you.
Big, strong,
and no fucking brains.
(Laughs)
You know what they say, eh, Roo?
No brain, no pain.
Yo, where's... (Indistinct)
Is this your fighter?
Where's your goddamn circle, man?
(Flames whoosh)
Whoo-oo, hot stuff.
(Flames crackling, mixed shouting)
(Punching thuds)
(Indistinct yelling)
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(Bell rings, sirens wails)
(Honking)
You lucky, Roo! Got to fight all the Spartans.
Best thing ever happened to you.
I don't think so, Batty.
Listen, I'm getting too old for this shit.
Better than getting thrown out
from that smart lawyer's office.
Or cleaning somebody's locker.
You've got to challenge now, Roo.
Yeah. Yeah, I've got a challenge.
(Panting)
Man can't be a man without a challenge.
Batty. There are better ways to prove you're a man
than by bashing someone's head open.
Sounds like you've been talking to the girl too much, Roo.
That's no warrior's talk.
Batty.
We are not warriors.
I mean, we're just two old fight bums.
We're too stupid to make a living any other way.
I mean, all that shit we talk about warriors,
that was to make us feel better.
I mean, take a look at us.
We're both... just old fight bums.
Don't listen to that, Roo.
We are warriors. We were born in the wrong place
at the wrong time. That's all.
Yeah.
Okay, Batty.
We're both warriors.
Man: All right. Big fight, make room, guys, let's go.
(Mixed shouting)
Doc, let's go!
Hey, Pete, how's your lady, man?
Hey! Where's...
(Mixed shouting continues)
Roo. I want you to meet Patch, the sea creature.
(Groaning)
He's got a bit of a handicap, only one hand.
So this is going to kind of like... even the odds. Wouldn't you say?
Patch: (Laughing) I'm going to stick this stump right up your ass.
Okay! Down in the boat, let's go!
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(Groaning and grunting)
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I want my money!
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Hey, Nap.
You like the cameras? Am I taking care of you?
Well, look who just slid in under the door.
I've making pretty good bread of those funky fighters
that's Tall Tim lined up for Roo.
Thanks to you. Thanks to me?
Yeah, without you screwing up in the first place,
none of that good bread would've had a chance of cropping up.
Let me buy you a shave.
You're a real piece of shit.
The last thing Roo needs is you.
You know, the funny thing is
I actually like Roo, crazy bastard that he is.
Why shouldn't you like him?
The bread you're making off him.
You find some balls or something all of a sudden, Gus?
You fucking sleaze.
Hey!
I may be a sleaze,
but at least I don't pretend to be something else.
Not like that, Detective cop bastard, Tenny.
Coming on like he's a decent citizen
and putting the squeeze on me and everybody else
in the neighbourhood for half the action.
Oh, yeah. You know something else, too, Gus?
You want to know who got Roo fighting again?
Whose idea it was? It was Tenny.
So you want to hate somebody, hate him.
You didn't have to go along with him.
No? Well I had a cash flow problem!
Or have you forgotten already?
But stick around.
This next fight is going to be a real treat for Roo.
What kind of treat?
You'll see soon enough.
See you later, Gussy boy.
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Excuse me, okay.
Got a real nice surprise for you tonight.
Look up there.
(Sustained shout)
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No way.
I can't fight you, Batty.
You're my friend, Roo. My only friend!
I know, that's why I can't fight you.
No, Roo. That's why you must fight me.
This is my last fight.
Tonight I'll be free.
Show me the... (Indistinct)
Show me you love me!
Hey, Roo, man! The guy loves ya!
What you gonna do, fight him...
or fuck him?
(Screaming)
Crazy bastard.
(Grunting)
(Clinking)
(Whirring)
(Grunting)
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(Groaning)
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I'm sorry, Batty.
Can't do it, buddy. Time to go.
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Batty: (Screaming)
(Crashing)
(Brakes squeal, gear shift clicks)
Roo.
Batty's dead.
This ain't going to help him.
Wait here.
(Footsteps receding)
You should have seen the fucking guy.
He jumped off the top of the building.
(Cackling)
What about the heat?
No heat. No one anywhere?
Nah, he took off.
Jesus Christ, man. That's insane.
He just fucking...
Roo: You!
You owe me.
I owe you nothing, Roo.
They should've fined the wacko
for littering the streets.
(Chuckling)
Sunny side up on the sidewalk, hey, Roo?
He bounced. (Chuckling)
Bounce.
(Roaring)
(Objects and furniture clattering)
Roo: (Roaring, grunting)
Charlie: Stop it.
(Thud)
Roo!
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(Dog barking in the distance)
Go away, Charlie.
You want to die?
Don't let me stop you
'cause I know why you're up here.
You've taken so much shit,
you just can't stand it anymore.
No...
No.
That's not it, Charlie.
No one's to blame.
It's me.
I don't deserve to live.
I hurt people, Charlie.
Casper...
Batty.
I killed Batty, Charlie.
No, Roo.
It's true.
I'm crazy.
(Siren wailing in the distance)
They were right.
I'm the geek.
You know, the gig in the sideshow,
what chews off chickens' heads?
Yeah, I'm the crazy bastard in the cage.
You're out of the cage.
Yeah, I'm out of the cage.
I got beat right out.
Everything that ever meant anything to me is gone.
Except you, Charlie.
And I don't want to be around to hurt you.
Then fight him again.
What?
You've got to walk away,
but on your own terms.
Fight him again.
Beat him.
Beat all those leeches at their own game.
Then walk.
We'll start a new life together.
You and I.
You ain't crazy, Roo.
We can do it.
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You want him?
Roo: Yeah, I want him.
You've got him.
You're just like me, Roo.
You walk away from this
and you just another square fucking nobody.
But here,
we are both kings.
You've got a whole lot of that
for everything you can squeeze out of it.
'Cause that's all you've got.
Listen. Cut the crap.
I've got my own reasons
for taking this fight, Napper.
No, you listen.
Nobody screws me over.
If it wasn't for me, you'd still be weaving baskets
in the wacko farm.
I got you started again.
But you went and fucked up with Casper.
You should have been fighting for me, Roo.
All these years,
you should have been fighting for me.
Well, I want them all back.
Every single fucking game.
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Casper: I hear you and Charlie are living together.
She taking good care of you?
Yeah.
You taking good care of her?
I'm trying.
Good.
Casper.
I've got something I've got to tell you.
No. You don't gotta tell me nothing.
Yeah. I've got to tell you.
What are you going to tell me?
That you've been fighting again?
That you've been letting Napoleon pimp you?
That you're going to get it on with Cannon again?
(Coughing)
Well, go on, tell me.
Go on, Roo. Get out of here.
Go on.
Do what you've got to do.
(Sighs)
(Distant shouting)
Napoleon: Hey, Razor,
glad you and your friends could make it down.
Drinks on the house for everybody.
Hey, listen, kid.
You and I might've had our differences,
but all that's water under the bridge.
Hey, you've got a good ranking now.
I can see you're going all the way.
About this new management; I don't blame you.
Hey, business is business.
Straight up.
Congratulations, kid.
(Slaps)
Have a good time.
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Tenny: There's nothing here!
So where the hell is it?
We'll find it, okay? We'll find it.
You're goddamn right we'll find it.
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(Thud; fence rattling)
Referee: (Indistinct)
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(Groaning, roaring)
(Clattering)
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Referee: Let go... let go...
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Referee: All right, all right, break, break! Break!
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(Bell rings)
That's a round. All right.
(Coughing)
(Shouting continues)
(Water drips)
(Clatter in bucket)
Hey, what the hell's going on here?
Mr. Napoleon says you ain't going in tonight.
Like hell I'm not.
Not tonight.
(Mixed shouting)
Referee: Let's go.
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Referee: (Indistinct)
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(Growling)
(Screaming)
(Thuds)
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One, two, three...
(Mixed shouting)
(Punch thud, mixed shouting)
Referee: One, two,
three, four, five
six, seven, eight...
(Indistinct yelling)
...nine, ten!
You're out.
The winner!
(Shouting amplifies)
(Chain-link rattling)
Crowd: (Chanting) Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo!
(Booing)
So that's what makes you happy, eh Roo?
Makes you feel little less crazy, don't it?
Beating a man half to death.
I ain't crazy, Napper.
Napoleon: You think this proves you're something other
than what you are?
A pathetic washed up, never-was-anything old bum?
Yeah, I know, Roo.
You didn't make it 'cause you never had a chance.
The same bullshit smokescreen
that every other dumb fuck failure out there uses.
No, Roo. You're nothing 'cause you're nothing.
I beat everyone you threw at me, Napper.
They were all bums.
Then give me someone!
I'll take on anyone!
I'll fight him right now!
Razor!
Get in here, and show this bum
what it takes to be a real boxer.
I never fought this uh...
circle crap.
And I ain't about to start now.
Napoleon: Look at this beat-up old man.
He's barely standing.
Get in here, give him some boxing lessons.
Man in crowd: Yeah, go for it, Razor!
Woman in crowd: Yeah, come on!
Man in crowd: Come on, go for it.
Napoleon: What's the matter, Razor?
You're chicken to fight...
...without the gloves on?
Nobody shakes me, man!
Roo does, you bastard.
Napoleon's right. Where's your balls?
What's wrong with you, man!
You got a death wish?
I'll kill you! (Angry screaming)
What the hell, man?
Show these fucks who you are!
Fight the dude! You can finish in a minute!
Get this shit over with and let's go party!
You want it? Crowd: Yeah!
(Louder) You want it?
Crowd: Yeah! You've got it!
Keep the threads fresh, baby, I'll be right back!
Somebody bring me a pair of boxing boots!
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That's it, boss. We've got it all.
(Glass shattering)
Tenny!
(Chuckles)
Where's my fucking end, Napoleon?
(Chuckles)
Maxxy's got your end.
Come and get it, sucker!
(Laughing)
You son of a bitch.
No ref, no rounds.
(Cheering)
Last man standing wins.
(Bell rings)
You're a nightmare, Roo.
Look at you. You're a middle aged old man
and you're still fighting this circle crap.
And what have you got to show for it?
I'm never going to be like you, Roo!
Come on, Roo. Come on. Come on.
I'm going to punch you for being such a fool.
(Thuds, grunting)
You like that? You want some more?
(Punching thuds, grunting)
You like that, Roo, uh? You want some more?
Come on, I could dance all night.
(Grunting)
We'll see.
(Grunting)
(Shouting)
(Crowd clamouring)
Come on, Roo, getting tired?
Come on, Roo, can you move your feet?
Come on, Roo, come on, let's go, Roo.
(Cheering)
Various: Come on, Roo! Come on, Roo!
(Mixed shouting)
(Yell)
(Yelling)
Get him!
Razor's a goddamn bleeder.
What, he's never been cut before?
He's hardly been hit before.
Half his damn fights I fix myself.
What's the matter? These new people
don't take care of the fights?
Ah, who gives a shit.
He don't fight for me no more.
He's fighting for you now. (Chuckles)
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Get him! Get him! Get him! Get him!
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Crowd: Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo! Roo!
Yo! This has gone far enough, Napoleon.
...chump round ringers.
Hey, I don't see nobody muscling him into the ring.
Yo open the cage, man!
Yo, Roo's dead, Napoleon!
Ah, shake me some more, little man.
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You're too dumb to know when to stay down, old man.
(Screaming)
(Resounding thud)
(Echoing impact thud)
We're even now, Roo.
Yeah, Napper.
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