Little Dog (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Round Two - full transcript

- Previously on Little Dog...
- OK.

So my brother, Tommy, is an ex-boxer

famous for walking away
from a championship fight.

Five years later, he gets into a
racket outside a bar and someone

plasters it all over
the internet. His dream home

gets wrecked and, of course,
he comes crawlin' back to me

and Mom. Now, Rico Havoc, his
old nemesis, challenges Tommy

to a rematch. Ha ha! Yeah, but he's

out of shape, and he's tormented
by the media, and he tries

to get a bit of love from Mom,
but she's not fallin' for that.

And then Tommy hijacks
her TV moment and says yes



to Rico's challenge,
and so we're right back

where we started... I guess.

Good morning, folks. Big Tammy Mackey

here to bring you
all the hottest local news.

First up, we've gotta talk

about Tommy Ross.
That's right, our very own

Little Dog accepted the challenge

to fight Rico "Havoc" Saint George.

Do you have to do that? Hey!

Lolee, do you want pancakes?

Do I have to do my
morning exercises? Yes.

I do. Just shut up, will you?

- Lolee!
- Yes, girl!

- Lots of chocolate chips!
- Hey, you know,



I'm not a fan of cowards.
He's a disgrace to the sport.

He knew he couldn't win the
first time, so what makes him

- think he can win now?
- Go to the God damn bathroom!

- Just shut up!
- Lolee!

Nothing, Mom. I'm just talking to Tommy.

He's doing his "morning exercises"!

Could you just knock it off?
It's bad enough I've my brother

- in the room, all right?
- He's doing what?!

- Lolee!
- I'm coming, Mom! I'm coming!

Oh, I am coming, Mom!
The chocolate chips!

interview Little Dog.

Hey...

could you pass up a tissue, bro?

Thanks, buddy.

Don't mind all that talk on the radio.

That'll blow over.

Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking.

I can't fight Rico. I can't...

I can't hardly

run a length myself no more.

I'm broke.

Can't afford a trainer.

I get it, man. You're ridiculous.

Do you remember Lenny Burg?

That quiet fellow, the one
who went through school with me?

- Is he the fellow that...
- He barred the garage door

and started the car and just sat there?

What are you saying,
I should kill myself?

Whoa, whoa! No! I just...

you said you were looking for a way out

and Lenny popped in me head, that's all.

Yeah, because he gassed himself.

Well, yeah, I suppose.

You are pathetic.

See, that's your answer right there!

Put your arm in a sling! Put on a limp!

Go down to the station moaning
and groaning! You didn't know

what you were saying! You were
run over, for God sakes!

Run over by a youngster on a pedal bike.

For all they know,
it was a tractor-trailer!

Go down, tell them the whole talk!

"Oh, no, I can't train. I don't got time

to heal up. Oh, no, I don't got time
to get me training together!"

Right?

- Yeah?
- Yeah! I mean, it's bullshit,

but, like... nobody can prove it.

Maybe.

- Maybe!
- OH!

You gotta sell your story,
right? You gotta make it

look believable for the radio!

And you can read more
about the fabulous Mobility Crew

on our website,
the VONL website, so please

check it out.

Well, my next interview
just walked into the studio!

Tommy "Little Dog" Ross!

Kids, this is the man
I was telling you about.

- He looks like he's in pain.
- Are you OK, sir?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

I was just, uh... I'm fine.

- I'm fine.
- Tommy, this is Connor

and Jessie, they're the co-
captains of the Mobility Crew.

I'm helping with their fundraiser

- for youth with disabilities.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- How's it going?

Oh! If you could see this
at home! The brutal,

savage man that we witnessed

just days ago in that viral
video's actually taking the time

to brighten the day of kids
who really need it.

Maybe you'll help with our fundraiser?

Yeah! Yeah, well,
I'd love to. That'd be great.

That's great! Well, you know, their goal

is to raise $5000
at a local charity match.

Wow, that's...

what do you mean, "charity match"?

Just a fun, friendly, three-round bout.

Just a fun night. What's wrong, Tommy?

Great! That sounds like fun. I'm in!

- Woohoo!
- All right!

Well, you heard it here first, folks.

Tommy "Little Dog" Ross will
be returning to the ring

sooner than we thought.
This Saturday, as a matter of fact.

We'll have an exclusive
interview with him

after these messages, so stick around.

So Tommy, you're a boxer
known as much for scandal

and misfortunes as you are
for your victories.

Listen. I had a perfect amateur record.

Anybody who knows anything
about boxing knows that.

I... took

the gold medal at the provincial trials.

You could've gone on to the
Olympic trials, but you didn't.

- Yeah, because I turned pro.
- That was two years later.

I was the top-ranked fighter
in my weight class at the time.

Which led you to the national
title shot against Rico Havoc,

then you walked away mid-fight.

You forfeited. Why would you do that?

There were factors.

Were you rattled that your father,

your long-time trainer,
had just gone to prison?

I'm not here to talk about family.

OK?

I'm here to talk about uh... the fight.

OK. So, the big rematch,
five years later,

against Rico Havoc.

What do you think your chances are?

Tommy?

Did you hear any ads for my seminar?

- She said she'd play it.
- She's never gonna play

your ad. Why would they,
for that silly thing

you pretend is a job?

Chestley! Come on, let's go!

Leave him alone. He says
you don't cook dinner.

Well, I do.

He might as well live here, poor trout.

Well...

if you want a proper job,

start peelin'.

Not only did you fail
to get out of one boxing match,

- you get roped into another one!
- It's a charity match.

I'm doin' somethin' good. Besides...

I thought Mom could sing at it.

Really?

Because every time Big Tammy mentioned

your family, you changed the
subject to be all about you.

Yeah, about the fight.

Why don't you take
the whole chicken, Tommy?

Well, now, you got lots.
You made lots. All right?

- I'm in training.
- And I'm supposed to fund it, am I?

No.

Oh, so you're gonna start paying rent,

buying your own groceries,
gym membership,

gear, boxing license?

I've been down this road before,
and I am not paying

- for foolish old boxing.
- "Foolish old boxing"

paid for this house, didn't it?

- Hmm!
- Besides, I never asked you

for nothing. I'm gonna...

I'm gonna pay for meself.

With what, the change
you steal from my ashtray?

Yeah, mowin' Mr. Chase's lawn. Right?

Or are you gonna go back

- to your father's criminal ways?
- I'm not going

anywhere near him
or any of his shit, all right?

Who you fightin' in this thing anyway?

Dickie Zee.

- He's a teacher.
- You're fighting Mr. Dickless?

No way!

He's a wimp.

All publicity is good publicity

- for me right now.
- Unless you decide

halfway through that you
don't wanna fight anymore.

- Ooh!
- Mm! Reminds me

of 20 bucks each, both of you. Come on!

Mom and Lolee bet me 20 bucks each

that you would bail
on the fight with Rico

and I bet them you wouldn't
have the guts to bail, so...

Ha! New bra!

You remember Lenny?

- Same year as you in high school?
- Yeah! Yeah!

- Lenny Burg!
- Yeah!

That is so funny. I was just
thinking about him this morning.

Gassed himself to death, didn't he?

All right. I'm gonna go

- finish this in me room.
- Excuse me!

Excuse me! Excuse me! Whose room? Mom!

- My room.
- Mom's room!

Yeah, it's tough. Rico's got the money,

fame, success.

He's ripped, conditioned,
married to your fiancée.

All right.

Do you think I need to be reminded

- of all this?
- Yes, I do. You're a savage!

You can take Rico!
You're faster. God knows you can

take a beating. I mean,
you can really do this.

So what, are you offering to help me?

Pfft! No. No, I like you
being your rock bottom,

personally, much better. I look
so much better in Mom's eyes.

But you are my brother.

And you need help.

You need to figure out a steady income

so you can just focus on your training.

I'm not bein' a guinea pig

for your so-called seminar
again, OK? I am not.

No. No, I have a way
better idea than that.

Welfare! What? Come on! It's free money!

It's otherwise just gonna
go to a homeless!

Seriously! I met this
girl the other day,

she gets 500 bucks a week,
plus they pay her rent.

I mean, she's got like,
seven kids, but still!

This is what you need!

Just plug your nose and do it.

Money! Freedom to train.

Do not mention this to anybody.

Not Mom, not Lolee, Chestley, anybody.

That's great! It'll be good!
It will be so easy.

I'll even drive you there tomorrow.

It'll be great.

This is what you need.

Whose fuckin' dogs are these?

How can I help you today, Mr. Ross?

Yeah, I'm lookin' for assistance.

What sort of assistance,
Mr. Ross? Can you speak up?

Jesus. Financial assistance, OK?

Occupation and employment status?

Well... I...

I'm an athlete.

- I'm a boxer.
- "A boxer."

Average monthly income
received from your occupation?

I... I haven't received any...

Sir, can you please speak up?

- Christ.
- Watch your tone, Mr. Ross,

or you will be removed
from the premises.

I haven't received any income

from boxing in five years.

- OK? That's why I'm here.
- From what source

did you claim income
in the last five years,

- Mr. Ross?
- I worked for

Devereaux Seafood Empire,

processing fish...

- operating a forklift.
- You'll need

your notice of assessment
and your tax returns.

Yeah... I haven't... I haven't
got anything like that.

My home was destroyed.

The federal government
can't provide it for you.

- That's bullshit!
- Guards!

You know what, why didn't you
just ask me for that right away?

I got it.

I got it! Hey! You don't
have to touch me, man.

Get your...

get your hands off me! OK!

Get your hands off me!

Even a high-profile boxer
doesn't always have a way

to make ends meet. As we can see,

he has to resort to groveling
to put food on the table.

This is a man who is not only
giving to charity

- but he's also looking for it.
- What are you doing?

I'm just doing a little
promotional piece

- for the charity match, so...
- No!

Financial struggle
is no reason to feel shame,

and yet we do. We feel deep, deep shame.

Hey! Don't assault my camera!

- Get it out of my face!
- Hey, hey!

Hey!

How did she know I was here?

You set me up!

Well, I just told her
where you'd be. She asked.

I'm sorry, he's a bit sensitive,

but you got him
with the Social Services sign

in the background, right?
That's all I promised you

to play my ad. Tommy! Come on!
She just wants a few pictures.

All publicity's good publicity, right?

You're an asshole.

Well, all right. She's gonna
play my radio ad!

Gotta think about my own
career too, you know.

You're gonna walk home then?

All right. That's fine too.

Yeah, I... I'll take a ride.

Hi.

Hi.

You came to see me fight?

No, I...

I work with these kids.

Oh, listen...

I love kids but, uh...
bad legs and stuff.

I do! I do.

Go easy on yourself out there, OK?

No...

It's not me you gotta worry about.

Oh.

Hello, Doctor.

Well, have fun!

I'll... I'll see you later.

I wasn't expecting

- to see you here.
- Well, was I gonna sit at home,

knowin' you were here getting' the piss

- knocked out of you?
- Yeah, by a teacher?

No less.

And where were you?

Indisposed.

- I had to wrap me hands meself.
- You became a man.

Congratulations.

But right now, I'm asking
you to get back to your seats,

because up next is the main
event of the evening,

and you all know what a special
event this is gonna be.

- What's goin' on?
- Pay no heed to that.

- There's a crowd?
- Eh, there's a small

crowd, but it's a good crowd.

Come on, get loose. One. One.

- One, one, two. One, one, two.
- All right folks,

we've had a little
change of plans in the last...

Don't worry about that. Put 'em up.

Dickie Zee has had to pull out
because of an injury,

but don't despair!
We do have a replacement,

so the show will go on.

Did they say who's the
replacement? What's going on?

C'mon. Don't worry about that.
One, two, three!

Who's the replacement?

- One, two, three!
- Are you ready?

- Who is it?
- Come on.

- Don't worry about who it is.
- Let's find out who it is!

Come on! Let's go!

Weighing in at 135 pounds,
with an amateur standing

of 11 and 0, 11 of those wins

by way of knockout, all the way

from Vancouver,
please put your hands together

for "Scary" Shane Babstock!

Who the hell is "Scary" Shane Babstock?

- He's an amateur.
- Yeah, an amateur

with a perfect record.

He's a woman!

Uh... um...

- You ready?
- No, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, I'm not ready.
It's a... it's a woman!

And? You can't back away
from fighting a girl.

- They'll call you a pussy!
- Right?

Go!

And in the grey trunks,
weighing in at 142 pounds,

former three-time

Atlantic Amateur Lightweight
titleholder, Canadian Regional

gold medalist...

former Atlantic Boxing Division
Super Lightweight Champion,

and with an impressive

professional record of 23 and 1,

18 of those

by way of knockout,

returning to the ring for his first time

in five years,

Tommy "Little Dog" Ross!

Boxers.

- Looks like you got dressed up.
- Touch 'em up.

You're a disgrace to my sport.

Come on, Tommy! Come on, Tommy!

- Tommy, come on!
- Tommy, hit her!

- Wait a second. Hold on!

- Hit me. Look, it's easy.

- Watch the pushing.
- Tommy, come on!

TOMMY!

- You can't do that.
- It's just a bit of fun!

It's supposed to be fun!
It's a charity match!

Yeah, it's fun for me,
but I'm not feeling

very charitable tonight.

Listen, you're gonna
have to hit her, Tommy boy!

- I don't wanna...
- Fight me, bitch!

- Fight back!
- Aw, come on!

You gonna run away now?

That's what you do, isn't it?
You just run away. Go on!

Walk away. Coward.

- Out!
- You OK?

You can't do that. Last warning.

That's what it's all about! Come on!

Hey!

Holy... Christ on a cracker.

He broke my nose! He broke my nose!

Jesus, Tommy! It's a charity match!

It's supposed to be fun!

Hey, Tommy?

Yeah?

Really?

You don't look like a fighter.

What's your move?

What do you mean, what's my move?

Your move, man.

Your finisher.

Like John Cena does
the Attitude Adjuster.

The Undertaker does
the Tombstone Pile-driver,

the Choke Slam, old school,
Hell's Gate, the Last Ride.

Yeah. No, I ha...

I haven't got a move, man.
I'm not that kind of fighter.

You don't have a move?

Nope.

From your old man.