Miami Vice (1984–1989): Season 3, Episode 12 - Down for the Count: Part 1 - full transcript
Zito goes undercover as a boxing manager to take down a crooked bookie, but pays the ultimate price for it.
[Man]
Don't hold him, baby. Come on.
Let's go.
Finish him, Brian. Finish him.
Left eye, left eye.
[Muttering]
Way to go, baby.
Finish him, Brian.
Finish him. Left eye.
Jab, jab. Jab and move.
I don't expect you guys to appreciate
the fine points of your first fight.
[Crockett]
Fine points? Oh, you mean whether the guy
hits the canvas face up or face down.
I know it's hard to understand
when you're used to watching
11 slurping steroid mouth-breathers...
move around
your carpet every Sunday,
but bein' a fighter requires
more skill than any other sport.
Balance, conditioning,
eye-hand coordination, fast reflexes.
Look at that.
[Laughs]
Right hand behind that—
Come on, now.
We got under a minute, Caribe.
Got under a minute.
Sordoni, go make the call.
See what's happening.
[Man #1]
Finish him, Brian.
Left eye, left eye.
Finish him! Last round.
Jab, jab.
Don't fall in, Brian.
Don't fall in.
Under a minute, Caribe.
Finish him, Brian. Finish him.
[Bell Ringing]
[Man On P.A., Indistinct]
I'm not gonna miss
the first bell, Stan.
Hey, chill out, will ya, Lar?
I can't watch a blood sport
without some chow.
All right, all right.
Let's go. I got it.
[Switek]
Where are our seats at?
[Zito] Down here.
[Man On P.A.]
And weighing 146 pounds even,
in the white trunks
with the pink trim—
His record is 6 and 0.
From Ponce, Puerto Rico,
Victor Batistal
[Crowd Cheering]
In the red corner,
with 4 and 0 record,
weighing 1421/4 pounds,
and wearing blue trunks
with white trim,
from Tallahassee, Bobby Sykes!
All right, all right!
Is this the kid?
Yeah.
Look, Moon's in heat.
Never trained a fighter before,
he's already talkin' about a championship.
Yeah.
The fever's gonna break fast.
The other guy's bigger
and he's had more fights.
Yeah, Batista can put lumps on your head.
I'm just sayin' I think
Moon's kid can beat him.
[Indistinct]
All right. Listen.
You stick, move, jab.
[Bell Dings]
[Referee]
Fight.
Fight's in the ring, Sonny.
[Crockett]
Oswaldo Guzman.
Un hombre muy malo.
Uppercut.
[Man #2]
Bobby. That's it, Bobby.
Right hand.
Come on, Bobby. That's it, Bobby.
Come on. Watch your hands.
Come on, Bobby. Stick. Stick.
All right! I love it.
Whoo!
Box him. Jab, jab. Right hand.
Come on, Bobby. Come on.
Uppercut, Bobby. Uppercut.
Get him, Bobby. Come on.
Box him.
Looks good, Bobby. Good.
Go ahead, Bobby.
Good job.
Where did this kid come from?
From out of nowhere,
Señor Guzman.
Oh, beautiful.
All right now. Fi—
Finish him. Finish him, Bobby.
Just fin—
Just pound in and hit him, Bobby.
Finish him, Bobby.
Finish him.
Finish, Bobby.
[Continues, Indistinct]
All right, Bobby. Let's get him.
Come on, Bobby. Let's get him.
Finish him.
Be careful, Bobby.
Come on, Bobby.
Don't wait for him.
Come on, Bobby. Finishl Finishl
[Bell Dinging]
[Shouting]
Find out about this punk.
Mr. Guzman.
There's only 250 bucks here,
and you promised me 400.
No, no, no, no.
Not for a stinking draw.
I should've won.
You seen the fight?
Didn't you know they should've
give me a decision?
I know you're wasting my time, boy.
Get outta here. Get back to the gym.
150 bucks short.
Damned right I get out.
And I get out
all the way to California.
About you goin' to California—
I can't have you doin' that.
Stop me, maricón.
Man, who do you think you are?
We just can't have our fighters deciding
they'd like to go fight for somebody else.
What are you talking about?
We never had a contract.
When there's trust,
you don't need a contract.
Your value to me as a fighter
is negligible.
However, your value to me...
as a symbol is enormous.
No, Mr. Guzman.
Please don't do it! No.
[Screams]
No wants, no warrants.
Guzman hasn't even gotten a parking
ticket in three years.
I don't get this.
The guy was one of the biggest importers
in South Florida, and he just quits.
I was this close, Rico.
Zito, how long's this guy
been around the fight game?
Couple years. Came in big.
Threw a lot of cash around.
[Trudy]
Now, I got nothin' on N.C.I.C.
And nothin' in the Interpol computer.
This guy's cleaner than I am.
This guy couldn't stay clean
if he lived in a shower.
He beat me once.
This time I don't care if it's drugs
or prostitution or gambling or murder.
He is goin' down.
Let's take a ride, Rico.
Where we goin'?
Visit a pal of mine—
Mr. Cash.
Sounds like somebody
I need to meet.
Yeah, blow in my ear, man,
and I'll follow you anywhere.
But tell me why
we're on this crusade.
Because Guzman's got a non-specific
muscle spasm where his heart oughta be.
Because he's garbage.
Is this business
or pleasure, partner?
It's business and personal.
I had a 19-year-old snitch,
a Fort Lauderdale beach rat.
Everybody in the family was dealin'
and I stayed away from 'em...
because the kid was on the inside
of the Guzman organization.
But somehow he got found out.
Next thing I know,
the Highway Patrol found him
on the side of the Tamiami Trail.
Guzman decided
to make a road sign out of him.
He impaled him on a steel pole
and then stuck it in the ground.
[Laughing]
Ain't he somethin'? Oh, man.
He tries.
Hmm.
It's just great to be an American,
if you understand what I mean.
If you ever studied my man
Cyrano de Bergerac and the fair Roxane.
He took on a hundred men
and vanquished them all.
"Don't bring me no mortal men,
bring me giants."
You see, Cyrano had a very
large protuberance,
an amazing proboscis—
Mr. Cash.
Mr. Cash, baby.
We didn't come here
to talk about anybody's honker.
We came here to get the word
on Oswaldo Guzman.
Bad news. Any decent folks would have nothin'
to do with that snake in the grass,
that lowlife scurrilous cad.
Everybody that's anybody knows
that he's dealing heavily in drugs,
destroying our youth...
and poisoning
this great land of opportunity...
with moral corruption
and blood money.
It infuriates me.
It pains me deep in my heart...
to see him get away
with this charade.
He don't give a damn
about the fighters.
So what's his scam?
Well, just as I have developed
an affinity for the Bible,
for Shakespeare,
for the Greek philosophers...
during my excruciatingly painful
four years, three months and six days...
in the dark, dreary world
of confinement,
Senor Guzman obviously
devoted all ofhis leisure time...
to the study of point spreads.
He's making book
on the fights, Sonny.
- How much book?
- The man is cookin' with grease.
Hot grease! You know,
you can't cook with cold grease.
You got to turn the stove on.
All of the southeastern part
of United States is his stove.
Not the northeastern part
of United States, right?
Too many of them mustache boys.
And don't even mention Las Vegas,
that fabulous oasis in the desert,
the home of Pia Zadora.
No way!
But down here,
it's a new frontier.
The man can write his own script.
[Sighs]
He can be Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett,
"Alice"and Clark all in one.
Get him a coonskin cap,
and he can get down like Bobby M.
Make the line, lay the odds,
and take all the bets on his fights.
You can't beat that with an eggbeater.
[Laughing]
So tell me somethin', Mr. Cash.
How do we get in bed with Guzman?
Wit, grit and boa chicks.
You know, I heard— in fact I know—
the guy had a sports network.
He needs that. He blew it.
Offer the man
a satellite sports network.
Tell him you're gonna
make him big.
Tell him you're gonna put his fights
across the country and around the world,
throughout the universe.
I can see him now. He be thinkin'
he gonna get action from the Martians.
I'm tellin' you the truth, man.
[Muttering]
Well, thanks for the tip, Mr. Cash.
I'll keep this
between you and me.
I don't care whether you keep it
between me and you or not.
I care less than a damn
about what that coconut chili thinks.
If he dream of doin' somethin' to me,
he better wake up and apologize.
Y'all come back, hear?
So Burnett and Cooper
are gonna be a couple ofbig rainmakers...
from the Sunbelt
Satellite Sports Network.
And we're gonna help our friend
Mr. Oswaldo...
be bigger than Don Cash,
as long as he supplies us with a young
Sugar Ray Leonard or a Muhammad Ali.
Somebody charismatic, good-looking,
articulate, can handle the press.
Kind of a local boy into a regional star
sort of thing.
- Ring a bell?
- Forget it.
Moon's a friend.
Does Moon know you're a cop?
Yeah. You think he wants the best
prospect he's ever had used as bait?
Don't worry about it, Larry.
Kid's not in any danger.
They are not going to touch
the golden goose.
I figure if we do
a little trawlin' by Guzman,
we're gonna elicit some kind of,
uh, criminal response.
I don't know, guys.
Think Moon'll let you
help train the kid? Sign that, please.
He might.
What do you want me to do?
They're always needin'
a sweep-up guy at the gym.
[Chuckles]
Keep me informed
about all this.
You got it.
Listen, just ask.
If he doesn't wanna do it, it's cool.
We'll do it another way.
I sure hope Guzman's
worth all this.
Don't worry about it.
He is, buddy.
So people anywhere could be seeing
fights promoted by Oswaldo Guzman?
Across the universe.
But initially in the Sunbelt,
you understand.
Do you realize that, uh,
there's a part of this country...
that is starving to wager
pugilistic encounters?
At least that's the way I hear it.
Uh, of course to get any real action,
we're gonna need
a fighter that we can promote.
Someone young and,
uh, good-lookin' and, uh, tough.
You know what I mean?
Like, uh— like Ali
when he was Cassius Clay.
"Bazooka" Hidalgo.
[Laughing]
And we'll get
Satchel Paige to pitch.
Now, come on, Guzman.
We need somebody that's tomorrow's news,
not yesterday's paper.
You haven't changed, Burnett.
Still the smart-mouth.
Yeah, and you're still
the great humanitarian you always were.
What's your angle?
Well, I represent some private investors,
and I'm in for a little taste.
You'll always be a ten-percenter.
Well, a guy's gotta make a livin'.
We saw a guy, uh, the other day.
What's his name? Uh—
Was that that welterweight
last Friday?
- Sykes.
- Was that it?
I don't know.
Long, lean, uh—
Sykes. Bobby Sykes.
What are we talking about?
Well, now, we were thinkin' that, uh,
for the Southeast and, uh, the Gulf States
and the Southwest,
uh, maybe $50,000 guaranteed,
per event.
And we're gonna need two cards.
That's two cards a week.
Of course, that's chump change
compared to the book, now ain't it, Oswaldo?
Word gets around, buddy.
Sykes won't be a problem.
Well, now, sir, you just show us
a signed contract, and we got us a deal.
You see, now, you wanna keep
this here floor swept,
'cause you don't want none
of the fighters slippin' on somethin'.
You can understand
all that now, can't you?
Yeah, the whole floor.
What about under the chairs?
Oh, yeah.
Under the chairs, too.
Under the chairs
is very important.
How's it goin', Moon?
Hope you checked your petticoat
at the door, sunshine.
Still the sensitive type,
aren't you, honey?
[Both Laughing]
Oh, how else a simple country boy
like me gonna survive in this whore's business?
Come on, Bobby.
Let's shadow box.
How's it goin', champ?
You oughta have
a pretty good insurance policy there.
He's a pistol, ain't he?
Mm-hmm.
[Scoffs]
You can't be wantin'
to try him on for size.
You'll put yourself
in a real bad spot here, partner.
Listen, Moon, what would you say if
I told you I wanted to help train him too?
I'd wanna know why.
Well, hold on and I'll tell you.
Larry Zito I know
don't want a ride on a gravy train.
So you better square up with me.
What's the real deal here?
We're going after Guzman.
Guzman?
Yeah. You know him, right?
That's a scuzzbucket.
I don't like the law in my business
any more than anybody else,
but what do you want with Guzman?
We wanna sting him
and take him down.
The deal he's runnin',
he's gonna need fighters like Bobby.
I don't know, man.
Even if I played, we got a problem,
'cause Bobby hates cops.
His brother was wasted by one.
He doesn't ever need to know.
What he doesn't need
is to get hurt.
'Cause I'll tell you right now.
If anything, and I mean anything,
happens to my man,
you and me got problems.
We got major medical problems.
Now, you got that?
Yeah.
Hey, Bobby. Come here.
White boy says
that you're dog meat.
Take it easy on this kid, Lar.
You don't understand, Stan.
We're just sparring. We're not fighting.
Yeah, well you remember to tell that
to the various parts of your body that get hit.
I know what you're thinking,
but I'm in pretty good shape
long as I stay off the tobacco.
Ready, Lar?
Yeah.
Oh, w— Mouthpiece, mouthpiece.
Go ahead.
There you go. Step around on him.
You got him, Bobby.
There you go, Bobby.
[Switek]
Come on, Lar.
Look good, Bobby.
Down and up, Bobby.
There you go, Bobby.
There you go, Bobby. That's it.
Go in a little more.
Oh, nice, Bobby.
Wake up. Come on.
Wake up.
Why'd you stop it?
[Moon]
I didn't stop it, son.
You stopped it.
Bobby put you to sleep.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Shut up, you hammerheads.
Get back.
Is he hurt, or what?
Ain't nothin' in there to hurt.
Now, come on. Let's get him up.
I'm all right. I'm all right.
Hey, man, I'm real sorry.
You knocked me out.
You really knocked me out,
you son of a gun.
Yeah.
With what, a baseball bat?
Bobby, you go back and finish
your workout, and never apologize
for throwin' a good punch.
He paid his quarter,
he took his chances.
When's the rematch?
You go to the table,
and we'll play 20 questions there.
Thanks, Willy. Thanks, James.
See you later, man.
Yeah, okay, baby.
[Moon]
Oh, you were fine. Yeah, you had him
in a lot of trouble there, didn't you?
You're in great shape, too.
You're a stone killer.
He's good.
Oh, he's good?
Oh, white boy, please.
Immigration and Naturalization's
across the street.
Please, I only need
a moment of your time.
I represent—
That taco-peelin' Guzman.
You think I don't see you
suckin' up to him?
All I wish to do is talk business.
You wanna talk?
Oh, you wanna talk business?
Come into my office here, killer.
Now, talk.
Señor Guzman
very much admires your fighter.
Oh, really?
A champion of the future,
he calls him.
Is that a fact?
But he believes the boy
needs special handling
to get where he deserves to be.
How very considerate of him.
So if you would kindly accept this
in return for the boy's contract.
Guzman's tryin' to bribe me.
How much is it?
[Chuckles]
$50,000.
Señor Guzman is very sincere.
Senor Guzman ain't diddly-squat.
You tell him to eat it.
No. No.
You tell him that you ate it.
And you get over
to that Naturalization office,
and you stay there!
[Grumbling]
Palm of my hand, huh?
Did I handle that?
I think we oughta really j—
just forget this whole thing, Moon.
I don't know.
Maybe Guzman'll do something stupid.
Listen.
You hold your hands up
pretty good for a white boy.
Why don't you start workin' Bobby out,
show him a few things.
What're you gonna be doin'?
That's executive high-level
classified information. You're not—
You're not cleared
for that kind of stuff.
So, as the president
of the bucket brigade,
your job is to do
like you're told.
[Snickers]
You go take care of business,
go help that kid.
I'll see you later.
Yeah, later.
That Moon's a piece of work,
ain't he?
Yeah.
Met him eight years ago.
Fight in a bikers' bar.
- You one of those biker dudes?
- What?
Are you one of
those motorcycle dudes?
No, l—
I was an interested observer.
Uh-huh.
If there's a fight, man,
Moon's gotta be in it.
Should've seen
when he first started trainin' me.
Wanted me to spar every day.
Till I just told him, hey,
I just couldn't take it no more.
That didn't scare you away.
You got heart.
[Scoffs]
I would've probably
done worse to myself.
Hey, how do you think
me and Moon met?
I was stealin' the tape deck
out of his pickup.
[Chuckles]
I'll bet he loved that.
Yeah.
[Men Shouting]
You got any family?
Well, I have an aunt around here.
The rest is like a sociology class.
Brothers and sisters in four states.
Same old, same old.
I got four sisters.
I had a brother O.D., too.
Cops back home in Tallahassee
took care of mine.
One's in prison,
one got shot dead robbin' a pawn shop.
Needed money
for his joneses, I guess.
[Guzman]
We'll be back in two hours.
The front door is locked up.
Keep your eyes open.
[Grunts]
[Muttering]
Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
What happened?
It was that maniac.
You mean Moon?
Yeah.
Go at it. Go check it out inside.
Echeverria, go around the front.
I'll deal with you later.
[Snoring]
[Door Opens]
[Clears Throat]
Got us a party.
You know, l— I thought
gettin' that little book of yours
might get some attention.
You're very stupid, Moon.
I offered you a sincere business deal,
and you turned it into an undigestable meal.
[Groans]
You know, I should have
remembered that hot sauce.
You pepper-bellies,
you like hot sauce.
What if I write you
another check for $50,000?
I'd have young Sykes to fight for me,
and you'd be able to afford
all the whiskey and harlots you desire.
[Sighs]
What if you take your whiskey
and your harlots and go to hell with 'em?
[Man Shouts]
No. Use your head.
- And what, miss all this fun?
- [Shouts]
75,000.
You like this?
This kid good to you?
If you want Bobby Sykes,
you just got to kill me, that's all.
'Cause if you got the guts,
which I don't think you do—
You might have the heat, though.
I got your stinkin' gamblin' book.
Wrong answer.
The loss of the book
is a mere inconvenience.
My name isn't in it.
And besides, everything's in code.
[Shutter Clicks]
[Exhales]
Obviously didn't find
what he was lookin' for.
Moon keep any money here?
Is that how they're gonna play it?
A robbery-homicide?
Who you tryin'to kid, man?
We both know who did this.
Easy, man.
I told you I didn't wanna
get Moon involved!
I told myself that!
I didn't listen to myself!
Zito, this is what we do, man.
Come on.
If it was Guzman, then he was
definitely lookin' for somethin'.
What am I supposed to tell him?
"Sorry, Bobby.
Got the only guy you trusted killed."
[Door Opens, Closes]
[Blows Landing]
Hey, Bobby. Bobby.
Don't bother me, man.
Quit it, man.
Quit it, man!
What the hell are you doin'?
Leave me alone!
Come on. Let's take a walk.
What do you say?
You need to remember him
workin' your corner,
not lyin' in that bed.
Why? That's not gonna get him on my case
if I don't double up on my jab.
That's not gonna get me
someone who will listen.
Memories are as good
as you're gonna get.
If I find out Guzman had anything
to do with this, I'll kill that sucker,
man, with my bare hands.
That's not gonna do you
or Moon any good, man.
I'm sorry, Bobby.
I'm scared.
I'm scared of bein' alone.
You're not alone.
Well, help me, then.
How?
Train me. Be my manager.
I gotta trust somebody.
Okay.
No ties.
If you don't like it, we'll—
we'll get you somebody else.
Thanks.
Don't forget to slip that right foot up
when you do the right.
Good.
Time. Time!
Lots of fire.
He's got a lot of reason.
Yeah, I heard the bad news.
News travels real fast.
You have my deepest sympathy,
both of you.
Listen, Bobby, let's do
some shadow boxing. Okay? Finish up.
Uh, Bobby, before you go—
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Who are you?
George Sordoni.
Perhaps we can shake
after you've heard my proposition.
Bobby, put that on.
Okay, go ahead.
I'd like to tap into Bobby's
vast potential for greatness.
For the privilege of managing him,
I'd be willing to put him on
a salary of $1500 a month,
give him a car,
set him up in an apartment.
You know, I see your lips moving
but I hear Guzman talking.
[Chuckles]
I'm a member of the bar, sir.
I'm not connected with Mr. Guzman.
That would be illegal.
I don't know what cut you're offerin' him
if he starts makin' big money.
That's what we're talkin', right?
Well, I was thinking—
Big money.
I hear there's a cable deal goin' down.
Sounds as if Bobby's worth
a lot more than you're offering.
So if anyone is, uh,
really interested in doin' a deal,
they're gonna have to sweeten the pie.
Just finish up that round, Bobby,
and we'll do some exercises.
[Crockett]
Damn, I hate this.
Lyin' to a kid
who doesn't deserve to be lied to.
Yeah, we don't have
a whole lot of choice.
Time, Bobby.
You sure these guys are okay?
I know some people
who've dealt with them.
Lookit, they're sports freaks.
They got a lot of bucks,
but they play straight too.
Why do guys dressed like this
always want to come to a place
where people sweat and bleed?
Makes 'em feel like they got
hair on their chest, you know?
Hey.
Hey, guys. Come on in.
Sonny Burnett, Rico Cooper—
How are you, kid?
Out of New York.
[Bobby]
Hey. How you doin'?
How you doin'? All right.
Man, oh, man. You know what?
We watched you fight, man.
Watched you beat Sandoval.
Whap, whap!
All I could think about was
what my daddy used to tell me
about Sugar Ray Robinson.
Didn't I say that, man?
God's truth.
[Chuckles] And so here we are
to make sure that you don't hit any bumps
on your way to a championship!
[Zito]
Guzman's a definite bump.
Well, now, son. If you want to sign
with this gentleman instead of Guzman,
now that's fine with us.
You wanna stick with him?
He's a good friend.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.
What kind of a deal
are we talkin' about here?
The last offer Bobby got was 1500 a month,
plus a car, plus a pad.
[Laughing]
That's chump change, man.
We'll pay you
for every one of your fights.
15,000 per bout.
What'll I have to do?
Son, you just gotta tell us
who to make the deal with.
All we need is a signed contract
with a manager.
Now, we got a deal?
You'll do it, right?
Now, that's what I like to hear.
You're a smart lad.
Now, you keep trainin' hard,
you hear?
All right.
Make sure
you get me those fights.
Oh, don't you worry about it.
There's plenty of chumps out there
lookin' to get knocked out.
Now, you train hard.
[Bell Dings]
[Crowd Cheering]
[No Audible Dialogue]
?? [Man Singing Rock]
Man, this guy can move.
I wouldn't wanna get hit by him.
[Shouting]
Movel
[No Audible Dialogue]
Come on, Bobby.
?? [Continues]
Take him down. Take him down.
Pop him in there.
[Indistinct]
You're an animall
?? [Continues]
[Cheering]
[Crowd]
Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!
[Bell Dinging]
[Crowd Shouting, Cheering]
Bobbyl Bobbyl Bobbyl Bobbyl
[Cheering, Whistling]
?? [Whistling]
Hey, did you hear?
Sykes signed a contract.
He what?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
You know Zito, his trainer?
He wanted to make the deal with you,
but I don't guess we have a choice.
Give me a couple of days
to work on it.
Forty-eight hours.
Well, ticktock, Oz, baby.
Gotta move.
All right. All right.
Let's say I can't get Sykes.
How does that affect our deal?
It kills it.
All we gotta do is close it.
Oswaldo Guzman
is droolin' all over himself.
What's next?
We just give him Bobby's contract.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What are we talkin' about?
Relax, Larry. This kid is covered.
He's not goin' anywhere.
What ya gotta do
is accept Guzman's offer.
Kick it up a bit, and then counter
for a piece of the book action. Huh?
I don't know. It seems like
we're just screwin' around
with Bobby's career.
[Sighs]
What ya gotta do is wear a wire
and make Oswaldo mad.
Come on, buddy.
Watch this guy in close.
If he gets behind, he'll thumb ya.
I saw him fightJefferson last year.
[Knocking]
Excuse me.
[Groans]
I know you're busy. Just need
a couple of minutes of your time.
It'll be worth your while.
Be right back.
Okay, shoot.
Can't blame a guy for tryin'
to buy wholesale, know what I mean?
What is the offer, guy?
$200,000 for the contract.
250,000 and a taste of
Guzman's gambling action.
Not a big piece, just a little taste.
I don't know what the hell
you're talkin' about.
Listen, I'll make it easy on you.
You go back and tell your boss,
partner, whatever you wanna call him—
that if he wants the kid,
I'm a gross player.
I'll be at the gym tomorrow
at 10:00 a.m.
Well, don't be late.
What, are you crazy?
This guy can't move.
He's got buckets for feet.
Look at him.
Hey, he had a combination
that was monstrous.
Did he bite?
Hook, line and sinker.
- The gym, tomorrow morning.
- We'll meet at the shop at 7:00 a.m.
Good. All right. Now, listen.
We're gonna put a wire on you.
Get him to start talkin'.
Have him name names, places—
but most importantly,
where the book is set up.
Yeah, needless to say, any information that
you can get that leads us to Moon's murder.
- We got this guy.
- Good.
Now, you're gonna
lose some money, son.
[Cheering, Whistling]
[Bell Dinging]
Welcome to the great arena.
[Crowd Cheering]
Ah, yes, ladies and gentlemen.
The moment we all await—
a rumble that's gonna make the earth shakel
Without further ado,
allow me to introduce to you...
the gladiators that will
do battle in the center of the ring.
In the red corner,
standing 6 foot,
wearing the white trunks
with the black trim,
weighing 1431/4 pounds,
eight professional fights,
all wins by knockout,
former Golden Glove champion,
from Tallahassee, Bobby Sykesl
Bobby Sykes.
[Cheers, Boos]
And in the blue corner,
standing 5 foot 8,
weighing 1461/4 pounds,
with a record of 19 and 0,
17 by knockout,
ranked number three
by the World Boxing Council,
Miami's own
Hector "Bazooka" Hidalgo!
[Cheers, Boos]
Hector "Bazooka"Hidalgol
You guys know what goes on
and what doesn't.
Shake hands, and let's give the people
the show they came for.
Punk.
Okay. Now remember,
don't bang with this guy.
Use your jab. Stick and move.
If you get him off-balance,
then you can chop some wood.
Okay?
[Buzzer Sounds]
[Bell Dings]
[Zito]
Left hand, Bobby.
That's right. Left hand, left hand.
Off the ropes.
Get off the ropes.
Hit him. Do it! Do it!
Come on, now.
[Bell Dinging]
Break.
[Muttering]
[Cheering, Whooping]
Hey, Bobby? Bobby, come on.
Listen to me.
You gotta do what I tell you.
This guy's full of dirty tricks,
but he's gonna wear himself out.
Box him, all right?
You gotta box him.
Make him fight your fight.
[Buzzer Sounds]
[Bell Dings]
[Zito]
Move around, now. Move around.
Left hand. That's right.
[Indistinct]
[Zito]
Make him come to youl
All right. All right. Now—
Hey, ref. What, are you blind?
That was a head butt there.
Bobby, don't move
your head too much.
Don't move it at all.
I'm gonna take care of your cut.
It's not too bad, Bobby.
[Inhales]
Okay, now listen. Listen, Bobby.
You gotta keep the little savage
on the outside, okay?
Use your jab.
Stick it in his face, okay? Then move.
Don't stand around
and inspect the damage.
- [Bell Dings]
- Bobby, get off the ropesl
Box, him, Bobby. Box him!
[Zito]
Make this guy come to you.
That's right.
Keep movin'around. Left hand.
He's holdin'again, ref.
He's holdin'I
[Bell Dinging]
[Buzzer Sounds]
[Bell Dings]
[Bell Dinging]
My leg's killin' me.
Shh.
Just pipe down and save your energy.
All right?
All right.
You got three more minutes, Bobby.
[Bobby]
All right.
Guzman has got his fingers
on too many buttons.
You gotta knock this turkey out.
Mm-hmm.
[Buzzer Sounds]
Seconds out!
Now listen. All right.
Set him up with the left, okay?
Be patient.
He'll give you an opening.
All right?
[Bell Dings]
Touch gloves.
Take him outl Take him outl
Yeah, try hookin' off the jab.
Hook off the jab!
[Man]
Left hand. Left handl
[Shouting In Spanish]
[Crowd Cheering]
Three, four, five,
six, seven,
eight, nine, 10!
[Bell Dinging]
[Indistinct]
[Zito]
I don't believe this.
You're gonna be the next champ, man.
Hey, congratulations!
It was sweet, wasn't it?
Oh, it was great.
Listen, can you get Bobby back home?
I gotta get some stuff to the gym.
Oh, okay. Then we're gonna
go out and celebrate?
Right, right.
All right. All right, man.
Meet me at the gym.
?? [Man Singing Pop]
[Engine Shuts Off]
?? [Continues]
Hey, Lar?
Larry?
Lar?
?? [Continues]
[Shower Running]
[Pistol Clatters On Floor]
?? [Continues]
?? [Ends]
Don't hold him, baby. Come on.
Let's go.
Finish him, Brian. Finish him.
Left eye, left eye.
[Muttering]
Way to go, baby.
Finish him, Brian.
Finish him. Left eye.
Jab, jab. Jab and move.
I don't expect you guys to appreciate
the fine points of your first fight.
[Crockett]
Fine points? Oh, you mean whether the guy
hits the canvas face up or face down.
I know it's hard to understand
when you're used to watching
11 slurping steroid mouth-breathers...
move around
your carpet every Sunday,
but bein' a fighter requires
more skill than any other sport.
Balance, conditioning,
eye-hand coordination, fast reflexes.
Look at that.
[Laughs]
Right hand behind that—
Come on, now.
We got under a minute, Caribe.
Got under a minute.
Sordoni, go make the call.
See what's happening.
[Man #1]
Finish him, Brian.
Left eye, left eye.
Finish him! Last round.
Jab, jab.
Don't fall in, Brian.
Don't fall in.
Under a minute, Caribe.
Finish him, Brian. Finish him.
[Bell Ringing]
[Man On P.A., Indistinct]
I'm not gonna miss
the first bell, Stan.
Hey, chill out, will ya, Lar?
I can't watch a blood sport
without some chow.
All right, all right.
Let's go. I got it.
[Switek]
Where are our seats at?
[Zito] Down here.
[Man On P.A.]
And weighing 146 pounds even,
in the white trunks
with the pink trim—
His record is 6 and 0.
From Ponce, Puerto Rico,
Victor Batistal
[Crowd Cheering]
In the red corner,
with 4 and 0 record,
weighing 1421/4 pounds,
and wearing blue trunks
with white trim,
from Tallahassee, Bobby Sykes!
All right, all right!
Is this the kid?
Yeah.
Look, Moon's in heat.
Never trained a fighter before,
he's already talkin' about a championship.
Yeah.
The fever's gonna break fast.
The other guy's bigger
and he's had more fights.
Yeah, Batista can put lumps on your head.
I'm just sayin' I think
Moon's kid can beat him.
[Indistinct]
All right. Listen.
You stick, move, jab.
[Bell Dings]
[Referee]
Fight.
Fight's in the ring, Sonny.
[Crockett]
Oswaldo Guzman.
Un hombre muy malo.
Uppercut.
[Man #2]
Bobby. That's it, Bobby.
Right hand.
Come on, Bobby. That's it, Bobby.
Come on. Watch your hands.
Come on, Bobby. Stick. Stick.
All right! I love it.
Whoo!
Box him. Jab, jab. Right hand.
Come on, Bobby. Come on.
Uppercut, Bobby. Uppercut.
Get him, Bobby. Come on.
Box him.
Looks good, Bobby. Good.
Go ahead, Bobby.
Good job.
Where did this kid come from?
From out of nowhere,
Señor Guzman.
Oh, beautiful.
All right now. Fi—
Finish him. Finish him, Bobby.
Just fin—
Just pound in and hit him, Bobby.
Finish him, Bobby.
Finish him.
Finish, Bobby.
[Continues, Indistinct]
All right, Bobby. Let's get him.
Come on, Bobby. Let's get him.
Finish him.
Be careful, Bobby.
Come on, Bobby.
Don't wait for him.
Come on, Bobby. Finishl Finishl
[Bell Dinging]
[Shouting]
Find out about this punk.
Mr. Guzman.
There's only 250 bucks here,
and you promised me 400.
No, no, no, no.
Not for a stinking draw.
I should've won.
You seen the fight?
Didn't you know they should've
give me a decision?
I know you're wasting my time, boy.
Get outta here. Get back to the gym.
150 bucks short.
Damned right I get out.
And I get out
all the way to California.
About you goin' to California—
I can't have you doin' that.
Stop me, maricón.
Man, who do you think you are?
We just can't have our fighters deciding
they'd like to go fight for somebody else.
What are you talking about?
We never had a contract.
When there's trust,
you don't need a contract.
Your value to me as a fighter
is negligible.
However, your value to me...
as a symbol is enormous.
No, Mr. Guzman.
Please don't do it! No.
[Screams]
No wants, no warrants.
Guzman hasn't even gotten a parking
ticket in three years.
I don't get this.
The guy was one of the biggest importers
in South Florida, and he just quits.
I was this close, Rico.
Zito, how long's this guy
been around the fight game?
Couple years. Came in big.
Threw a lot of cash around.
[Trudy]
Now, I got nothin' on N.C.I.C.
And nothin' in the Interpol computer.
This guy's cleaner than I am.
This guy couldn't stay clean
if he lived in a shower.
He beat me once.
This time I don't care if it's drugs
or prostitution or gambling or murder.
He is goin' down.
Let's take a ride, Rico.
Where we goin'?
Visit a pal of mine—
Mr. Cash.
Sounds like somebody
I need to meet.
Yeah, blow in my ear, man,
and I'll follow you anywhere.
But tell me why
we're on this crusade.
Because Guzman's got a non-specific
muscle spasm where his heart oughta be.
Because he's garbage.
Is this business
or pleasure, partner?
It's business and personal.
I had a 19-year-old snitch,
a Fort Lauderdale beach rat.
Everybody in the family was dealin'
and I stayed away from 'em...
because the kid was on the inside
of the Guzman organization.
But somehow he got found out.
Next thing I know,
the Highway Patrol found him
on the side of the Tamiami Trail.
Guzman decided
to make a road sign out of him.
He impaled him on a steel pole
and then stuck it in the ground.
[Laughing]
Ain't he somethin'? Oh, man.
He tries.
Hmm.
It's just great to be an American,
if you understand what I mean.
If you ever studied my man
Cyrano de Bergerac and the fair Roxane.
He took on a hundred men
and vanquished them all.
"Don't bring me no mortal men,
bring me giants."
You see, Cyrano had a very
large protuberance,
an amazing proboscis—
Mr. Cash.
Mr. Cash, baby.
We didn't come here
to talk about anybody's honker.
We came here to get the word
on Oswaldo Guzman.
Bad news. Any decent folks would have nothin'
to do with that snake in the grass,
that lowlife scurrilous cad.
Everybody that's anybody knows
that he's dealing heavily in drugs,
destroying our youth...
and poisoning
this great land of opportunity...
with moral corruption
and blood money.
It infuriates me.
It pains me deep in my heart...
to see him get away
with this charade.
He don't give a damn
about the fighters.
So what's his scam?
Well, just as I have developed
an affinity for the Bible,
for Shakespeare,
for the Greek philosophers...
during my excruciatingly painful
four years, three months and six days...
in the dark, dreary world
of confinement,
Senor Guzman obviously
devoted all ofhis leisure time...
to the study of point spreads.
He's making book
on the fights, Sonny.
- How much book?
- The man is cookin' with grease.
Hot grease! You know,
you can't cook with cold grease.
You got to turn the stove on.
All of the southeastern part
of United States is his stove.
Not the northeastern part
of United States, right?
Too many of them mustache boys.
And don't even mention Las Vegas,
that fabulous oasis in the desert,
the home of Pia Zadora.
No way!
But down here,
it's a new frontier.
The man can write his own script.
[Sighs]
He can be Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett,
"Alice"and Clark all in one.
Get him a coonskin cap,
and he can get down like Bobby M.
Make the line, lay the odds,
and take all the bets on his fights.
You can't beat that with an eggbeater.
[Laughing]
So tell me somethin', Mr. Cash.
How do we get in bed with Guzman?
Wit, grit and boa chicks.
You know, I heard— in fact I know—
the guy had a sports network.
He needs that. He blew it.
Offer the man
a satellite sports network.
Tell him you're gonna
make him big.
Tell him you're gonna put his fights
across the country and around the world,
throughout the universe.
I can see him now. He be thinkin'
he gonna get action from the Martians.
I'm tellin' you the truth, man.
[Muttering]
Well, thanks for the tip, Mr. Cash.
I'll keep this
between you and me.
I don't care whether you keep it
between me and you or not.
I care less than a damn
about what that coconut chili thinks.
If he dream of doin' somethin' to me,
he better wake up and apologize.
Y'all come back, hear?
So Burnett and Cooper
are gonna be a couple ofbig rainmakers...
from the Sunbelt
Satellite Sports Network.
And we're gonna help our friend
Mr. Oswaldo...
be bigger than Don Cash,
as long as he supplies us with a young
Sugar Ray Leonard or a Muhammad Ali.
Somebody charismatic, good-looking,
articulate, can handle the press.
Kind of a local boy into a regional star
sort of thing.
- Ring a bell?
- Forget it.
Moon's a friend.
Does Moon know you're a cop?
Yeah. You think he wants the best
prospect he's ever had used as bait?
Don't worry about it, Larry.
Kid's not in any danger.
They are not going to touch
the golden goose.
I figure if we do
a little trawlin' by Guzman,
we're gonna elicit some kind of,
uh, criminal response.
I don't know, guys.
Think Moon'll let you
help train the kid? Sign that, please.
He might.
What do you want me to do?
They're always needin'
a sweep-up guy at the gym.
[Chuckles]
Keep me informed
about all this.
You got it.
Listen, just ask.
If he doesn't wanna do it, it's cool.
We'll do it another way.
I sure hope Guzman's
worth all this.
Don't worry about it.
He is, buddy.
So people anywhere could be seeing
fights promoted by Oswaldo Guzman?
Across the universe.
But initially in the Sunbelt,
you understand.
Do you realize that, uh,
there's a part of this country...
that is starving to wager
pugilistic encounters?
At least that's the way I hear it.
Uh, of course to get any real action,
we're gonna need
a fighter that we can promote.
Someone young and,
uh, good-lookin' and, uh, tough.
You know what I mean?
Like, uh— like Ali
when he was Cassius Clay.
"Bazooka" Hidalgo.
[Laughing]
And we'll get
Satchel Paige to pitch.
Now, come on, Guzman.
We need somebody that's tomorrow's news,
not yesterday's paper.
You haven't changed, Burnett.
Still the smart-mouth.
Yeah, and you're still
the great humanitarian you always were.
What's your angle?
Well, I represent some private investors,
and I'm in for a little taste.
You'll always be a ten-percenter.
Well, a guy's gotta make a livin'.
We saw a guy, uh, the other day.
What's his name? Uh—
Was that that welterweight
last Friday?
- Sykes.
- Was that it?
I don't know.
Long, lean, uh—
Sykes. Bobby Sykes.
What are we talking about?
Well, now, we were thinkin' that, uh,
for the Southeast and, uh, the Gulf States
and the Southwest,
uh, maybe $50,000 guaranteed,
per event.
And we're gonna need two cards.
That's two cards a week.
Of course, that's chump change
compared to the book, now ain't it, Oswaldo?
Word gets around, buddy.
Sykes won't be a problem.
Well, now, sir, you just show us
a signed contract, and we got us a deal.
You see, now, you wanna keep
this here floor swept,
'cause you don't want none
of the fighters slippin' on somethin'.
You can understand
all that now, can't you?
Yeah, the whole floor.
What about under the chairs?
Oh, yeah.
Under the chairs, too.
Under the chairs
is very important.
How's it goin', Moon?
Hope you checked your petticoat
at the door, sunshine.
Still the sensitive type,
aren't you, honey?
[Both Laughing]
Oh, how else a simple country boy
like me gonna survive in this whore's business?
Come on, Bobby.
Let's shadow box.
How's it goin', champ?
You oughta have
a pretty good insurance policy there.
He's a pistol, ain't he?
Mm-hmm.
[Scoffs]
You can't be wantin'
to try him on for size.
You'll put yourself
in a real bad spot here, partner.
Listen, Moon, what would you say if
I told you I wanted to help train him too?
I'd wanna know why.
Well, hold on and I'll tell you.
Larry Zito I know
don't want a ride on a gravy train.
So you better square up with me.
What's the real deal here?
We're going after Guzman.
Guzman?
Yeah. You know him, right?
That's a scuzzbucket.
I don't like the law in my business
any more than anybody else,
but what do you want with Guzman?
We wanna sting him
and take him down.
The deal he's runnin',
he's gonna need fighters like Bobby.
I don't know, man.
Even if I played, we got a problem,
'cause Bobby hates cops.
His brother was wasted by one.
He doesn't ever need to know.
What he doesn't need
is to get hurt.
'Cause I'll tell you right now.
If anything, and I mean anything,
happens to my man,
you and me got problems.
We got major medical problems.
Now, you got that?
Yeah.
Hey, Bobby. Come here.
White boy says
that you're dog meat.
Take it easy on this kid, Lar.
You don't understand, Stan.
We're just sparring. We're not fighting.
Yeah, well you remember to tell that
to the various parts of your body that get hit.
I know what you're thinking,
but I'm in pretty good shape
long as I stay off the tobacco.
Ready, Lar?
Yeah.
Oh, w— Mouthpiece, mouthpiece.
Go ahead.
There you go. Step around on him.
You got him, Bobby.
There you go, Bobby.
[Switek]
Come on, Lar.
Look good, Bobby.
Down and up, Bobby.
There you go, Bobby.
There you go, Bobby. That's it.
Go in a little more.
Oh, nice, Bobby.
Wake up. Come on.
Wake up.
Why'd you stop it?
[Moon]
I didn't stop it, son.
You stopped it.
Bobby put you to sleep.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Shut up, you hammerheads.
Get back.
Is he hurt, or what?
Ain't nothin' in there to hurt.
Now, come on. Let's get him up.
I'm all right. I'm all right.
Hey, man, I'm real sorry.
You knocked me out.
You really knocked me out,
you son of a gun.
Yeah.
With what, a baseball bat?
Bobby, you go back and finish
your workout, and never apologize
for throwin' a good punch.
He paid his quarter,
he took his chances.
When's the rematch?
You go to the table,
and we'll play 20 questions there.
Thanks, Willy. Thanks, James.
See you later, man.
Yeah, okay, baby.
[Moon]
Oh, you were fine. Yeah, you had him
in a lot of trouble there, didn't you?
You're in great shape, too.
You're a stone killer.
He's good.
Oh, he's good?
Oh, white boy, please.
Immigration and Naturalization's
across the street.
Please, I only need
a moment of your time.
I represent—
That taco-peelin' Guzman.
You think I don't see you
suckin' up to him?
All I wish to do is talk business.
You wanna talk?
Oh, you wanna talk business?
Come into my office here, killer.
Now, talk.
Señor Guzman
very much admires your fighter.
Oh, really?
A champion of the future,
he calls him.
Is that a fact?
But he believes the boy
needs special handling
to get where he deserves to be.
How very considerate of him.
So if you would kindly accept this
in return for the boy's contract.
Guzman's tryin' to bribe me.
How much is it?
[Chuckles]
$50,000.
Señor Guzman is very sincere.
Senor Guzman ain't diddly-squat.
You tell him to eat it.
No. No.
You tell him that you ate it.
And you get over
to that Naturalization office,
and you stay there!
[Grumbling]
Palm of my hand, huh?
Did I handle that?
I think we oughta really j—
just forget this whole thing, Moon.
I don't know.
Maybe Guzman'll do something stupid.
Listen.
You hold your hands up
pretty good for a white boy.
Why don't you start workin' Bobby out,
show him a few things.
What're you gonna be doin'?
That's executive high-level
classified information. You're not—
You're not cleared
for that kind of stuff.
So, as the president
of the bucket brigade,
your job is to do
like you're told.
[Snickers]
You go take care of business,
go help that kid.
I'll see you later.
Yeah, later.
That Moon's a piece of work,
ain't he?
Yeah.
Met him eight years ago.
Fight in a bikers' bar.
- You one of those biker dudes?
- What?
Are you one of
those motorcycle dudes?
No, l—
I was an interested observer.
Uh-huh.
If there's a fight, man,
Moon's gotta be in it.
Should've seen
when he first started trainin' me.
Wanted me to spar every day.
Till I just told him, hey,
I just couldn't take it no more.
That didn't scare you away.
You got heart.
[Scoffs]
I would've probably
done worse to myself.
Hey, how do you think
me and Moon met?
I was stealin' the tape deck
out of his pickup.
[Chuckles]
I'll bet he loved that.
Yeah.
[Men Shouting]
You got any family?
Well, I have an aunt around here.
The rest is like a sociology class.
Brothers and sisters in four states.
Same old, same old.
I got four sisters.
I had a brother O.D., too.
Cops back home in Tallahassee
took care of mine.
One's in prison,
one got shot dead robbin' a pawn shop.
Needed money
for his joneses, I guess.
[Guzman]
We'll be back in two hours.
The front door is locked up.
Keep your eyes open.
[Grunts]
[Muttering]
Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
What happened?
It was that maniac.
You mean Moon?
Yeah.
Go at it. Go check it out inside.
Echeverria, go around the front.
I'll deal with you later.
[Snoring]
[Door Opens]
[Clears Throat]
Got us a party.
You know, l— I thought
gettin' that little book of yours
might get some attention.
You're very stupid, Moon.
I offered you a sincere business deal,
and you turned it into an undigestable meal.
[Groans]
You know, I should have
remembered that hot sauce.
You pepper-bellies,
you like hot sauce.
What if I write you
another check for $50,000?
I'd have young Sykes to fight for me,
and you'd be able to afford
all the whiskey and harlots you desire.
[Sighs]
What if you take your whiskey
and your harlots and go to hell with 'em?
[Man Shouts]
No. Use your head.
- And what, miss all this fun?
- [Shouts]
75,000.
You like this?
This kid good to you?
If you want Bobby Sykes,
you just got to kill me, that's all.
'Cause if you got the guts,
which I don't think you do—
You might have the heat, though.
I got your stinkin' gamblin' book.
Wrong answer.
The loss of the book
is a mere inconvenience.
My name isn't in it.
And besides, everything's in code.
[Shutter Clicks]
[Exhales]
Obviously didn't find
what he was lookin' for.
Moon keep any money here?
Is that how they're gonna play it?
A robbery-homicide?
Who you tryin'to kid, man?
We both know who did this.
Easy, man.
I told you I didn't wanna
get Moon involved!
I told myself that!
I didn't listen to myself!
Zito, this is what we do, man.
Come on.
If it was Guzman, then he was
definitely lookin' for somethin'.
What am I supposed to tell him?
"Sorry, Bobby.
Got the only guy you trusted killed."
[Door Opens, Closes]
[Blows Landing]
Hey, Bobby. Bobby.
Don't bother me, man.
Quit it, man.
Quit it, man!
What the hell are you doin'?
Leave me alone!
Come on. Let's take a walk.
What do you say?
You need to remember him
workin' your corner,
not lyin' in that bed.
Why? That's not gonna get him on my case
if I don't double up on my jab.
That's not gonna get me
someone who will listen.
Memories are as good
as you're gonna get.
If I find out Guzman had anything
to do with this, I'll kill that sucker,
man, with my bare hands.
That's not gonna do you
or Moon any good, man.
I'm sorry, Bobby.
I'm scared.
I'm scared of bein' alone.
You're not alone.
Well, help me, then.
How?
Train me. Be my manager.
I gotta trust somebody.
Okay.
No ties.
If you don't like it, we'll—
we'll get you somebody else.
Thanks.
Don't forget to slip that right foot up
when you do the right.
Good.
Time. Time!
Lots of fire.
He's got a lot of reason.
Yeah, I heard the bad news.
News travels real fast.
You have my deepest sympathy,
both of you.
Listen, Bobby, let's do
some shadow boxing. Okay? Finish up.
Uh, Bobby, before you go—
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Who are you?
George Sordoni.
Perhaps we can shake
after you've heard my proposition.
Bobby, put that on.
Okay, go ahead.
I'd like to tap into Bobby's
vast potential for greatness.
For the privilege of managing him,
I'd be willing to put him on
a salary of $1500 a month,
give him a car,
set him up in an apartment.
You know, I see your lips moving
but I hear Guzman talking.
[Chuckles]
I'm a member of the bar, sir.
I'm not connected with Mr. Guzman.
That would be illegal.
I don't know what cut you're offerin' him
if he starts makin' big money.
That's what we're talkin', right?
Well, I was thinking—
Big money.
I hear there's a cable deal goin' down.
Sounds as if Bobby's worth
a lot more than you're offering.
So if anyone is, uh,
really interested in doin' a deal,
they're gonna have to sweeten the pie.
Just finish up that round, Bobby,
and we'll do some exercises.
[Crockett]
Damn, I hate this.
Lyin' to a kid
who doesn't deserve to be lied to.
Yeah, we don't have
a whole lot of choice.
Time, Bobby.
You sure these guys are okay?
I know some people
who've dealt with them.
Lookit, they're sports freaks.
They got a lot of bucks,
but they play straight too.
Why do guys dressed like this
always want to come to a place
where people sweat and bleed?
Makes 'em feel like they got
hair on their chest, you know?
Hey.
Hey, guys. Come on in.
Sonny Burnett, Rico Cooper—
How are you, kid?
Out of New York.
[Bobby]
Hey. How you doin'?
How you doin'? All right.
Man, oh, man. You know what?
We watched you fight, man.
Watched you beat Sandoval.
Whap, whap!
All I could think about was
what my daddy used to tell me
about Sugar Ray Robinson.
Didn't I say that, man?
God's truth.
[Chuckles] And so here we are
to make sure that you don't hit any bumps
on your way to a championship!
[Zito]
Guzman's a definite bump.
Well, now, son. If you want to sign
with this gentleman instead of Guzman,
now that's fine with us.
You wanna stick with him?
He's a good friend.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.
What kind of a deal
are we talkin' about here?
The last offer Bobby got was 1500 a month,
plus a car, plus a pad.
[Laughing]
That's chump change, man.
We'll pay you
for every one of your fights.
15,000 per bout.
What'll I have to do?
Son, you just gotta tell us
who to make the deal with.
All we need is a signed contract
with a manager.
Now, we got a deal?
You'll do it, right?
Now, that's what I like to hear.
You're a smart lad.
Now, you keep trainin' hard,
you hear?
All right.
Make sure
you get me those fights.
Oh, don't you worry about it.
There's plenty of chumps out there
lookin' to get knocked out.
Now, you train hard.
[Bell Dings]
[Crowd Cheering]
[No Audible Dialogue]
?? [Man Singing Rock]
Man, this guy can move.
I wouldn't wanna get hit by him.
[Shouting]
Movel
[No Audible Dialogue]
Come on, Bobby.
?? [Continues]
Take him down. Take him down.
Pop him in there.
[Indistinct]
You're an animall
?? [Continues]
[Cheering]
[Crowd]
Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!
[Bell Dinging]
[Crowd Shouting, Cheering]
Bobbyl Bobbyl Bobbyl Bobbyl
[Cheering, Whistling]
?? [Whistling]
Hey, did you hear?
Sykes signed a contract.
He what?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
You know Zito, his trainer?
He wanted to make the deal with you,
but I don't guess we have a choice.
Give me a couple of days
to work on it.
Forty-eight hours.
Well, ticktock, Oz, baby.
Gotta move.
All right. All right.
Let's say I can't get Sykes.
How does that affect our deal?
It kills it.
All we gotta do is close it.
Oswaldo Guzman
is droolin' all over himself.
What's next?
We just give him Bobby's contract.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What are we talkin' about?
Relax, Larry. This kid is covered.
He's not goin' anywhere.
What ya gotta do
is accept Guzman's offer.
Kick it up a bit, and then counter
for a piece of the book action. Huh?
I don't know. It seems like
we're just screwin' around
with Bobby's career.
[Sighs]
What ya gotta do is wear a wire
and make Oswaldo mad.
Come on, buddy.
Watch this guy in close.
If he gets behind, he'll thumb ya.
I saw him fightJefferson last year.
[Knocking]
Excuse me.
[Groans]
I know you're busy. Just need
a couple of minutes of your time.
It'll be worth your while.
Be right back.
Okay, shoot.
Can't blame a guy for tryin'
to buy wholesale, know what I mean?
What is the offer, guy?
$200,000 for the contract.
250,000 and a taste of
Guzman's gambling action.
Not a big piece, just a little taste.
I don't know what the hell
you're talkin' about.
Listen, I'll make it easy on you.
You go back and tell your boss,
partner, whatever you wanna call him—
that if he wants the kid,
I'm a gross player.
I'll be at the gym tomorrow
at 10:00 a.m.
Well, don't be late.
What, are you crazy?
This guy can't move.
He's got buckets for feet.
Look at him.
Hey, he had a combination
that was monstrous.
Did he bite?
Hook, line and sinker.
- The gym, tomorrow morning.
- We'll meet at the shop at 7:00 a.m.
Good. All right. Now, listen.
We're gonna put a wire on you.
Get him to start talkin'.
Have him name names, places—
but most importantly,
where the book is set up.
Yeah, needless to say, any information that
you can get that leads us to Moon's murder.
- We got this guy.
- Good.
Now, you're gonna
lose some money, son.
[Cheering, Whistling]
[Bell Dinging]
Welcome to the great arena.
[Crowd Cheering]
Ah, yes, ladies and gentlemen.
The moment we all await—
a rumble that's gonna make the earth shakel
Without further ado,
allow me to introduce to you...
the gladiators that will
do battle in the center of the ring.
In the red corner,
standing 6 foot,
wearing the white trunks
with the black trim,
weighing 1431/4 pounds,
eight professional fights,
all wins by knockout,
former Golden Glove champion,
from Tallahassee, Bobby Sykesl
Bobby Sykes.
[Cheers, Boos]
And in the blue corner,
standing 5 foot 8,
weighing 1461/4 pounds,
with a record of 19 and 0,
17 by knockout,
ranked number three
by the World Boxing Council,
Miami's own
Hector "Bazooka" Hidalgo!
[Cheers, Boos]
Hector "Bazooka"Hidalgol
You guys know what goes on
and what doesn't.
Shake hands, and let's give the people
the show they came for.
Punk.
Okay. Now remember,
don't bang with this guy.
Use your jab. Stick and move.
If you get him off-balance,
then you can chop some wood.
Okay?
[Buzzer Sounds]
[Bell Dings]
[Zito]
Left hand, Bobby.
That's right. Left hand, left hand.
Off the ropes.
Get off the ropes.
Hit him. Do it! Do it!
Come on, now.
[Bell Dinging]
Break.
[Muttering]
[Cheering, Whooping]
Hey, Bobby? Bobby, come on.
Listen to me.
You gotta do what I tell you.
This guy's full of dirty tricks,
but he's gonna wear himself out.
Box him, all right?
You gotta box him.
Make him fight your fight.
[Buzzer Sounds]
[Bell Dings]
[Zito]
Move around, now. Move around.
Left hand. That's right.
[Indistinct]
[Zito]
Make him come to youl
All right. All right. Now—
Hey, ref. What, are you blind?
That was a head butt there.
Bobby, don't move
your head too much.
Don't move it at all.
I'm gonna take care of your cut.
It's not too bad, Bobby.
[Inhales]
Okay, now listen. Listen, Bobby.
You gotta keep the little savage
on the outside, okay?
Use your jab.
Stick it in his face, okay? Then move.
Don't stand around
and inspect the damage.
- [Bell Dings]
- Bobby, get off the ropesl
Box, him, Bobby. Box him!
[Zito]
Make this guy come to you.
That's right.
Keep movin'around. Left hand.
He's holdin'again, ref.
He's holdin'I
[Bell Dinging]
[Buzzer Sounds]
[Bell Dings]
[Bell Dinging]
My leg's killin' me.
Shh.
Just pipe down and save your energy.
All right?
All right.
You got three more minutes, Bobby.
[Bobby]
All right.
Guzman has got his fingers
on too many buttons.
You gotta knock this turkey out.
Mm-hmm.
[Buzzer Sounds]
Seconds out!
Now listen. All right.
Set him up with the left, okay?
Be patient.
He'll give you an opening.
All right?
[Bell Dings]
Touch gloves.
Take him outl Take him outl
Yeah, try hookin' off the jab.
Hook off the jab!
[Man]
Left hand. Left handl
[Shouting In Spanish]
[Crowd Cheering]
Three, four, five,
six, seven,
eight, nine, 10!
[Bell Dinging]
[Indistinct]
[Zito]
I don't believe this.
You're gonna be the next champ, man.
Hey, congratulations!
It was sweet, wasn't it?
Oh, it was great.
Listen, can you get Bobby back home?
I gotta get some stuff to the gym.
Oh, okay. Then we're gonna
go out and celebrate?
Right, right.
All right. All right, man.
Meet me at the gym.
?? [Man Singing Pop]
[Engine Shuts Off]
?? [Continues]
Hey, Lar?
Larry?
Lar?
?? [Continues]
[Shower Running]
[Pistol Clatters On Floor]
?? [Continues]
?? [Ends]