Mike (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Cannibal - full transcript

- Sorry, Mike.
- You gotta fight back, baby.

- Fight back!
- Settle down.

I know, he's a bum, champ.

No fighter
in the history of boxing

ever got back on top
after three years away.

What made everyone think
that I'd be the one?

"He must be an animal.
Mike the fucking cannibal."

I know this is
what you're here for, right?

The ear bite heard
'round the world.

So why'd I do it?

What was going through
my fucking head?



My first press conference
after prison,

I was fucking terrified
to face you.

Good afternoon.

I'd like to make a st... um.

Uh, excuse me.

I'd like to make a statement
about my future.

There's been a lot
of speculation about my plans.

Here they are.

I will fight again.

I look forward
to seeing you all very soon.

May Allah bless you all.

How does it feel
to be a free man, Mike?

Mike!
Over here, Mike.

How does it feel
to be out of prison?



Mike! Mike!

Listen, Mike.

If you want to delay this,

take some time for yourself,
you can.

You are in charge.

Not Don. Not the press. Not me.

You are.

Monica Turner.

She was a beautiful woman
inside and out.

You didn't wanna fuck
with her.

She was a tough cookie.
Always was.

From the first time I met her.

Mm. The data is clear.

You have to acknowledge
this is a legitimate crisis.

Urban kids are
severely undereducated,

which perpetuates the cycle.

You know?

Well, in my experience...

the education system
would rather incarcerate

than educate young Black kids.

At least you got out.

Not everyone can become
world champion at 22.

20.

The youngest ever.

You know, I, um...

I like the way you think.

We should get outta here.

Talk in private.

As flattering as that sounds,

I'm not the type
to throw themselves at boxers.

Then what type are you?

♪ I'm gonna get me
another woman ♪

I'm the type that only cares
about becoming a doctor.

♪ Oh, no love ♪

Nothing else.

Oh, she saw
right through all my bullshit.

I liked her already.

Took a little longer
to get her to like me, though.

We kept in touch.

Mike?

What are you doing?

Got your letter.

Nice photo.

I wasn't sure if...

I didn't hear back,
so I thought...

I'm calling now.

Well, so how are you
doing with everything?

You know, I've been reading up
about the upcoming trial.

I don't know how you keep
that smile on your face.

It's all I got.

They don't care
whether I did it or not.

They just want to lock me up
and throw away the key.

Yeah, the system has a way
of doing that to Black men.

Is there anything I can do?

You can open up and let me
inside so we can hang out.

Mike, no. I am studying.

Can I have a kiss at least?

♪ Oh, bye ♪

♪ Bye, bye ♪

Just one.

No tongue.

♪ Oh, bye ♪

It was just one kiss.

But I shit you not,
after that, she visited me,

like, every two weeks
while I was in jail.

So yeah, we fell in love.
She was my tigress.

You think tigers get depressed?

I do.

Especially ones
that are locked up in a cage.

I feel like a tiger.

I know.

And we both know
who's making you feel that way.

But what do you want, Mike?

Hmm?

I just wanna have the peace
I had when I was inside.

You said you wanted
to fire Don.

Yeah.

He doesn't give
a damn about you.

The only way he stays up
is by keeping you down.

He's using you, Mike.

And he's always gonna use you.

In prison,
I became a new man.

But Don was still
the slimy fuck

he'd always been.

Iron Mike, the man.

We got over 200 journalists
coming in tomorrow

from all over the world.

I'm not doing the fucking
press conference, Don.

Okay, no problem.
We can reschedule.

No, I'm done with you.

We're fucking done.

Mike, you can't just
come in here

and drop something like that
without talking about it.

We got contracts.

Don't do to me what
these white devils do to me

all the time, Mike.

We on the same side.

You're on your own
fucking side, Don.

Okay.

You the boss,
you can fire me now.

- Yeah.
- Or...

You can take these two
briefcases with you,

and we'll just call it a day.

You could just say
it's an advance

on the McNeeley fight.

Don knew I thought
I was a piece of shit.

Money said
I was worth something.

Fuck it.
It's $2 million.

It's stupendously staggering.

Three billion people...

India, Indonesia,
the Soviet Union,

Ireland,
all the little leprechauns

dancing in the field...

Are all here
to witness Mike Tyson

and his return
after three years

against
Hurricane Peter McNeeley.

There he is,
our future, our future.

Iron Mike Tyson.

Iron Mike Tyson.

The true champion,
after three years,

ready to take on the world.

He ain't playing no games.

The problem was,
I was ready to take the money,

but I sure as shit wasn't
ready for the first fight.

My timing was shit.

I was off-balance
and paranoid as fuck.

Stop. Come on, champ.

You're better than this.
Let's go. Reset.

Mike look like he's still
on that fucking Lithium.

Here we go, champ!

I needed help,
and I needed it fast.

What is this?

A funeral?

Wake the fuck...

Steven "Crocodile" Finch.

He was my spark.
- Up!

You don't fall asleep

when the Crocodile around,
baby,

because I'ma bite all day long!

Mike, you an icon...

See, now,
that's a fucking hype man.

I needed someone
from the street

to remind me who I am...
Who I was.

Let me see it!

Icon and a phenom!

Loved by few, hated by many,

but respected by all!

Time to put on a show!

It was my first fight
out of prison,

and my heart was beating
out of my chest.

I used to knock
these fucks out

in ten seconds.

I was invincible.

I was a monster.

But now, I just didn't know...

until I saw his face.

He couldn't even look at me.

I knew I had him.

They threw in the towel!

You're back, baby!
You're back!

It's all over
in the first round!

But I wasn't back.
Not yet.

Y'all wasn't gonna let me
feel like me

till I got that title back.

Mike, Mike,
after paying top dollar,

people were disappointed
when the McNeely fight

didn't last
past the opening bell.

I let you hit
the third round this time.

You happy?

I was winning, making money.

I was trying
to let Monica love me,

and I was trying
to let myself love her.

Aww.

Monica and I had
this beautiful baby girl,

Rayna Tyson.

I already had my firstborn,

Mikey Lorna,
with a woman from New York.

They used to visit me
in prison.

But now I had a chance to be a
more present father for Rayna.

I wanted to be a hero
for both of my girls.

I told myself I had
to keep winning no matter what.

I got the WBC belt back.

Check.

I won
the WBA Heavyweight title.

Check.

I won two belts
and earned $80 million.

I was world champion again

in a house with a moat
next to Wayne Newton

and a fucking tiger.

But all those goodies
didn't do shit.

'Cause I hated Mike Tyson,
and I kept telling myself

I didn't give a fuck.

But I do.

Jesus, the fuck
is wrong with me?

I had a future, but I didn't
think I deserved it.

I didn't deserve a mansion.

I should've been getting ready
for my first Holy field fight,

getting ready to destroy him.

Instead, I wanted to blow
all this shit up.

Give me the bag.

♪ Have mercy on my soul ♪

♪ Don't let my heart
turn cold ♪

♪ Have mercy on me,
have mercy on my soul ♪

♪ Don't let my heart
turn cold ♪

♪ Have mercy on, many men ♪

♪ Many, many, many, many men ♪

♪ Wish death 'pon me ♪

♪ Yeah, I don't cry no more ♪

♪ I don't look to the sky
no more ♪

Mike.

Mike, I need you to come down.

You promised
you'd keep yourself in check.

♪ Have mercy on my soul ♪

- Hey...
- Mike.

♪ Have mercy on me,
have mercy on my soul ♪

Fucking fuck!

Mike,
get your ass down here, now.

Shut the fuck up!

♪ 'Cause I got it on me ♪

♪ I got it on me ♪

Wish I could go back
and say I'm sorry.

I wish I could have
treated her better.

I wish I knew
how to love somebody.

♪ Have mercy on, many men ♪

♪ Many, many, many, many men ♪

♪ Wish death 'pon me ♪

♪ Yeah, I don't cry no more ♪

Tennessee Williams wrote
something like,

"We're all living
in a house on fire,

"and we're looking
out the window

"while the fire
burns it all down

with us trapped in it."

Guess my house is burning.

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

♪ Have mercy on my soul ♪

♪ Don't let my heart
turn cold ♪

You know, people forget
that there were

two Holy field fights.

Everyone wanted to see
murderous Iron Mike again.

Why did I bite him?

Not yet.

What round
did I knock him out in?

You don't
remember what happened?

I think I started off good,
but after the second round,

I kinda blacked out.

He caught you
with his head, Mike.

They cheated us.

I lost the title?

Yeah, Mike.

Holy field didn't beat me.

I beat myself.

Yeah, I was fucked up
back then.

Hell a angry.

You take into the ring

a lot of rage.

Does it work for you
or against you?

Who cares.
We're in a fight anyway.

What's it matter?

Well, for example,

it worked against you
in the Holy field fight.

Well, fuck it. It's a fight.

Whatever happens, happens.

Mike, why do you
have to talk like that?

I'm talking the way
I want to talk to you.

You got a problem,
you can turn off your station.

You know what?

I think we'll end
this discussion right now.

We could, asshole.

Yeah, real nice, Mike.

Fuck off.

Coke-fueled self-hatred

doesn't really work as well
in the ring

or at home.

Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck outta here!

Mike! Mike!

Mike, wake up! Wake up!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Calm down, Mike.
There's nobody there.

Jesus!

You have got to stop
with the drugs

and the partying, Mike.
You're fucking losing it.

Nobody is trying to stab you,

but I can't keep
living like this, okay?

Oh, shit.

Rayna's up.

You have got
to get your shit together.

Are you okay?

Oh, I sincerely doubt it.

I'm pregnant.

Yeah?

It's hard enough
having to navigate work

and try to be a good parent.

But now we're gonna have
another one.

Let's get hitched.

- What?
- Let's get hitched.

No.
No. You're missing the point.

We're having
two babies together...

I didn't tell you this
so you'd marry me.

I'll make an honest woman
out of you.

I don't need you
to make me honest.

I need you to be
more present in our lives.

C'mon, baby. I love you.

I love you.

If I say yes...

will you commit to us?

- Yeah.
- To me?

Yeah.

Really commit.

Marry me.

Please.

Before Allah,

are you ready to pledge
yourselves to one another?

In shall ah.

In accordance with
Islamic law and Allah's will,

I pronounce you
husband and wife.

So she got to marry me.

And my demons.

Speaking of demons,

he was the one vice
I couldn't quit.

Congratulations on a soaring,

spectacular achievement
of love.

I hope it goes the distance.
- Me too.

I just wanted to let you know

that the deal closed.

Holy field verse Tyson II.

I thought you wanted
to do this right away?

I thought we agreed
to take some time off,

see how things shake out.
- Mike, this isn't just a fight

for some belt.

This is a must-win
for your legacy.

You never had a chance
to meet a fighter

for the second time
that beat you.

Douglas turned out
to be a joke,

and Holy field headbutted you
till you blacked out.

You want history
to remember you that way?

You're getting up in age.

And the spotlight at some point
goes dark on everyone.

I want what's best for you.

You got a new,
beautiful wife and kids.

Beat Holy field.

This is a $30 million
guaranteed payday.

I don't know how many of those
you got left.

Go out Heavyweight Champion
of the World, son.

Otherwise, what are you?

I had two fucking months.

I had just gotten clean.

I had the shakes.

I was out of shape.

But fuck...

it was $30 million.

So here it is.
What you paid your money for.

97 countries tuned in
to watch the fight.

I didn't even know
there were 97 countries.

18,000 people in the stands.
Millions paid to watch it.

The waiting is over.

The talking is done.
The rematch is here.

Look at the look
on Tyson's face

as he goes eye to eye
with Holy field.

The sense of anticipation
as before the first fight

is almost palpable.

Don said this is my legacy,

and I was not about to let
this fucker take it from me.

It's now or never.

Here we go!

Fight two, round one.

A ferocious Mike Tyson
bobbing and weaving.

That motherfucker
headbutted me.

What a first round.

And he fucking did it again.

Looks over to the referee.

That's a cut around
the right eye of Mike Tyson

from a clash of hands,
I believe.

That's a time out.
That's a butt.

- What the fuck?
- It's a butt.

There was no way I was
gonna let this motherfucker

take me out like that again.

I wasn't gonna lose.
He wants to fight dirty?

Then we're gonna fight
fucking dirty.

There it is again.
Motherfucker.

Tyson is biting
Holy field in the ear!

Oh, my goodness!
He's got a bloody right ear.

Holy field, look out!

He's pushed right here
above us.

Mike Tyson.

Listen.
They're yelling, "Tyson."

- You bit his ear.
- He butted!

Bullshit.
I'm taking two points.

Listen.

Holy field bit
by a dirty Mike Tyson.

In that moment,
I believed he was

headbutting me on purpose.

In the first fight, the refs
called headbutting accidental.

Bull-fucking-shit.

Can you walk us
through your mindset?

Listen, he butted me
in the first round,

and he butted me
in the second round.

No one warned him.
No one took any points away.

This is my career.
What am I supposed to do?

I got kids to raise.

He butted me,
I had to retaliate.

When you bit him, was that
a retaliation for the eye?

Regardless of what I did,

he was butting me
for two fights.

But you gotta
address it, Mike.

I did address it!
I addressed it in the ring.

Why'd you do that, though,
Mike?

Look at me. I got one eye.

He got two ears. Look at me.
How am I...

What are you gonna do now

in terms of your career, Mike?

The thing I was
worried about most

was that my kids were gonna be
scared of me.

I don't know why I did that.

You probably think
I'm a monster.

No.

Do you want to tell me
what happened?

I'm a mess, baby.

I don't know why I do
the things I do.

Even with you.

I hurt you,
and I know I'm doing it,

and I still do it.

I know.

I love you,

but I know.

Monica really did love me,

but I felt like
I didn't deserve her love,

so I pushed her away.

All this time,
I convinced myself

that everyone was
out to hurt me.

But that's not what
I should've been worried about.

I didn't know how to change it.
So why did I do it?

Maybe that's who I really am.

I was just showing
the worst side of me.

Maybe I was reacting to what
Holy field was doing to me.

Maybe I was
just putting on a show.

Or maybe I was just trying
to kill that demon

once and for all.

Maybe I was just trying
to fix it

so Mike Tyson would disappear.

'Cause the truth is, by 2003,
I hated Mike Tyson so much...

I didn't want to see
his fucking face no more.

♪ On mountains and rivers ♪

♪ Of crimson black ♪

♪ And brown ♪

♪ White satin dresses ♪

♪ White golden pearls ♪

♪ Bright shiny diamonds ♪

♪ On debutante girls ♪

♪ Meanwhile, in the cities ♪

♪ The blues are crushing down ♪

♪ On bruised, broken bodies ♪