Reaper (2007–2009): Season 2, Episode 3 - The Sweet Science - full transcript

Nina!

Are you home, baby?

You in the bathroom?

Ohh.

Maybe I should
come back another time.

Oops.

That better?

Uh, what's that?

Oh, I just went
for some takeout.

I wasn't expecting company.

Not that I mind
a surprise visit.



So what's up?

I was on my way
to work

and I decided...

I want to introduce
you to my friends.

Really?!

That's great.

Yeah, it is great.

Here's the story
we're gonna tell them...

- There's a story?
- We met at a mall.

I was shopping for pants
and you and I got

into a fight
for the last pair.

It was instant
chemistry.

- Boom.
- Boom.

I don't think that's gonna be
a very good story.



It is!
It happens all the time.

After some time passes

and the guys get to know you and see
how awesome you are,

then we'll tell 'em you're a demon
from hell and all that.

You're ashamed of me!
You're ashamed of me, aren't you?

You're ashamed
I'm a demon.

What?
No, that's crazy.

No, I just...
my friends might have a problem

with the fact you
tried to kill Sam that one time.

But that's all.

It's not like I tried to murder your friend
for fun, Ben.

I was rebelling
against Satan!

Sam is his right hand.
I was basically being a hero.

Anyway, can we please
move past this?

It'll just be
for a little while.

I know they'll be
crazy about you the way I am.

Will you do this
for me, please?

Okay, fine,
I'll do it.

But the second they think
they're crazy about me we tell them.

Absolutely.
Thank you so much.

Tastes like pennies.

That's just blood, silly.

I'm gonna go wash up.

Say, are you just
washing your hands,

or taking
a full shower?

'Cause I could help.

Actually, I'm late
for work.

It's difficult when a member
of your family

is removed
from your life...

forcibly or otherwise.

We want to make
this time of transition

as smooth and painless
as possible.

With that in mind,

we looked over the personnel
from this store,

and we feel that we have
made an excellent decision...

Surprise.

- Andi, the floor is yours.
- What?

No way, you're
our new manager?

No way, Sam,
you're banging our new manager.

- Shut...
- Hey, everybody.

I just wanna say
I know firsthand

how hard
everybody works here,

and don't worry,
I'm not gonna

get all crazy
with power or anything.

Also, I'm not above
buying your affection.

So why don't we
kick the day off with a prize?

A prize?!

I've got one gift certificate
to the Coffee Shack

for one lucky winner.

That winner is...

Les... Nessman.

Yeah!
Les, where are you?

Les, get up!
He's not here, okay.

Hey, everybody, Les Nessman
couldn't be here today

'cause he's out on
a lumber delivery,

so I'm glad to accept this
gift certificate

on his behalf.
Thank you.

- Who is Les Nessman?
- He and I have

a squash game later on.
I will make sure he gets this.

Don't you worry.

Hi.

Got you something
to say congratulations.

Sorry, we were out
of "#1 Boss" mugs.

Thank you,
that's very sweet.

I'm sorry I sprung
this on you.

Corporate made
me promise not to say anything

until the official
announcement.

- Are you mad?
- No.

Really? Okay.
So you're cool with this,

me being your boss
and everything?

Yeah, definitely.

Nothing's gonna change
between us, right?

Of course not!

Okay. Oh, actually...

do you know of this
Les Nessman guy?

I've never even
heard of him.

Les... yeah.

He's great.
I gotta get back to work.

Good talk, okay?

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Benji.

You guys want to go
get a drink?

- Oh, hells yes.
- No, not now, tonight.

There's somebody
I'd like you to meet.

Whoa, Ben, did you
meet a girl?

When did you
meet a girl?

I needed a little
me time,

so I went to the mall alone
to buy a couple pair of pants.

You bought a couple
pair of pants?

Since when do you need
more than one pair of pants?

- What are you, Jude Law?
- Point is,

I went to the mall
and met a girl...

a nice normal girl...
and I'd like her to meet you.

- Yeah, we would love to.
- That sounds lovely. Set it up, all right?

Whoa whoa,
where are you going?

Benji got me
psyched for a drink.

I'm gonna go have
a cocktail break.

- Benjamin, come along.
- Why would I go?

Because you,
my friend,

make a grasshopper
like nobody else can.

- Thank you.
- Don't ask questions.

You guys go ahead.

I'll stay here and work,
that's cool.

And I had to go
around the house

collecting the hidden
whiskey bottles,

one by one.

I guess that's all I have
to say tonight.

That's what it's
all about, people...

staying strong.

Each and every one of us
is here for the same reason...

we're weak.

But we must
also remember

the strength
of the individual.

With that in mind,
I'd like to...

step it up a bit.

Barb, what is
your favorite drink?

I love a nice
Irish Car Bomb.

An Irish Car Bomb?

Tonight I want you to go
to your old watering hole

and I want you to order
an Irish Car Bomb.

I know,

but that's what I want
you all to do.

Tonight you go
to a bar,

and I want you to order
your favorite poison.

Then I want you
to walk away.

That's power, people.

Power over
your addiction.

Let's go do it, huh?

Yes!

Very good, Barbara,
thank you.

Ah, don't let me
down, Carl.

Countin' on you,
babe.

Be strong now.

You are a terrible person,
seriously.

That's my job, man.

Tempting the weak,
culling the herd.

You know the drill.

Now I want you

to make a fist.

Go ahead.

Nice.
Solid, strong.

You're gonna be
all right.

Boxing gloves?

I'm supposed to box
a soul now?

He goes by the name
of Michael "Red" Sabatino.

A real chump.

He took a payoff in the '50s
and threw a fight.

They busted him
and drummed him out of the sport.

Now he's after the one thing that eluded
him his whole life...

the championship
he never won.

You are aware I know
nothing about boxing, right?

Relax, Red's
got a weak spot.

All you have do is
land one punch on the chin.

Lights out.

It's gonna be
a piece of cake.

Right, now clear
out of here.

I've got a sexaholics' group
coming in at 5:00.

Tends to be
a little messy.

Mmm, I've never ever

had cooked cow
before.

This is so good.

She likes
her burgers rare.

So Nina, where
are you from?

- I'm from the Kansas.
- The state of Kansas.

Kansas the state.

Okay. Ben was telling
us that you guys met at the mall?

Boom.

Boom. Hey, Nina,
check this out...

what do you think
is your biggest character flaw?

Sock.
You don't have to answer that.

I just wanna find out
what we're in for.

Don't want her to crush
him like Cassidy did.

Who's Cassidy?

An old flame.

She stepped out on him
while he was in the pokey.

- What's a pokey?
- It's prison.

Babe, why were
you in prison?

It's a long story.

My ex-wife
double-crossed me.

She took my money
and left me holding the bag

for our sham
green-card marriage.

Plus she was
a limey.

- Gross.
- Wow.

You are a horrible judge of character
when it comes to women.

Yeah. So, Nina,
what's your deal then?

- You some kinda murderer or something?
- She's not a murderer!

Wow, okay, Ben,
sorry.

I was just kidding.

Oh, I am stuffed.
Does anybody want half my burger?

- I do.
- Nina, no!

Oh, Jeez.

Why'd you do that?

I wanted to eat his meat
before those guys got it.

Yeah, Nina, nice.
I like a girl who eats like a trucker.

Thank you, Sock.

This is where the soul
is supposed to be.

You a little nervous
to throw down with him?

It's one punch.
The Devil said he was a chump.

All right, tough guy,
let's do it.

Gym's closed.

We're...

we're not here
to work out!

The Devil sent me.

Fine, step
into my office.

"Step into my office."

You're not gonna
start crying on me, are you?

I'm not gonna cry.

Let's fight.

Knock him.
Pop him, pop him.

You know who
I am, Sluggo?

Huh? I'm Red Sabatino.

The same Red Sabatino

who racked up
a 33-1 record.

29 of those
were knockouts.

11 of those
were in the first round.

Walk it off,
walk it off!

I was the best there was,
pound for pound, kid.

They stick a tomato can in after me?
I'm insulted.

Ahh!

That...

was me at about 10%.

You come back again
and I'll kill you.

Tell the Devil
I ain't going back.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Well done.

At least you won
the moral victory.

Hey, boss.

- You wanted to see me?
- Hey, yeah, come in.

I've been trying to find
this Les Nessman guy.

Really? That SOB win
another latte or what?

No, what I thought was weird is
I've never met him,

and we've both worked here
for like six years.

Two years, Andi.
Nessman's been here for two years.

You would know,
since you are him.

You're high.

- You're so high...
- I went over all the paperwork.

You and Les Nessman have worked
the same shift since his first day.

So what?
We're shift mates.

You clock in and out
at the exact same time.

- Big whoopity doodah.
- I called the Coffee Shack.

- You did?
- I wanted to see if Les Nessman

- had redeemed his gift card.
- Did he?

Yeah, so then I asked
for a description of Les Nessman.

- You wanna know what they said?
- I don't know.

- Handsome and charming?
- Loud and husky.

- "Husky?" Come on!
- You are an evil genius.

Right? I've been collecting an extra
paycheck for two years.

How did you pull
it off so long?

- I did have a little help from Ted.
- Ted helped? How?

By being
an absolute nimrod

and having no idea
what goes on around here.

Wow, okay.
I'm gonna need

Les Nessman's letter of resignation
on my desk tomorrow.

I don't think so.
No no.

He's responsible
for half my pay.

Sock, I can't
in good conscience

have a fictional employee
working here.

Who needs a conscience?
It's overrated.

Either Les Nessman resigns
or I fire him.

Oh, you're
gonna fire him.

Come on,
help me out.

- Sock.
- All right, okay. All right, all right.

You know what?
I recognize your plight.

I'll take care of it.

- You will?
- Who's got your back?

Thank you, sir.

Welcome
to the Bench, sir.

Hey.

Here,
check this bag.

Sure.
Oh, cool.

- It's for you. It's a geode.
- It's gorgeous.

It is super rare.

I saw it and it reminded me of how
I feel about you...

sparkly and warm.

It is warm, literally.
It's hot in my hands.

That's 'cause
it's from home.

- Home.
- Mm-hmm.

Home...
down there home.

- Yeah.
- Hell home.

Yeah. It might have a bit
of hellfire left in it.

Don't worry,
it's perfectly safe.

Just don't ever sleep
next to it,

'cause it'll give
you nightmares.

And don't ever make
wishes upon it

or get it next
to a nuclear reactor.

Then just use a regular
damp cloth to clean it.

I love it and I can't wait
to show it to the guys.

So what did
they think about me?

Did they like me?

Yeah yeah,
I think they did.

But I wanted
to talk to you

about what happened.

Is this about your
disastrous taste in women?

Because don't worry
about it.

I was thinking more about you coming
at Sam with a knife.

But I didn't.
I came at his burger with the knife.

I just want to be crystal clear
on the issue...

you're not dating me
to kill Sam, right?

No.

Besides, I don't need
a knife to kill Sam.

- What's that mean?
- I just use these guys.

I like to get up in there
and feel the heart beating

before I squish it
with my hands.

That doesn't make
me feel better.

Okay, let me say this to you one
more time, okay?

What happened between
me and Sam in the past is just that...

it's in the past.

Besides, after
hanging out with him

I think he's
a really good guy.

I don't even want
to destroy him anymore.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- That's all I needed to hear.
- Good.

I figured out your
problem with catching this soul.

What's my problem?

- You are not a boxer.
- Wow, you're a genius.

You're going about it
all wrong, man.

All you need to do is land one punch.
In order to do that,

you have to avoid getting hit
for as long as possible.

Now there's no way
I can turn you into a boxer.

Yeah.

But I can turn you
into a dancer.

- A pitching machine?
- No, not a pitching machine.

Your new best friend.

Using modern sports
technology,

we're gonna
increase your speed

and help you avoid
getting hit.

This is
totally stupid.

Good enough for me.

Ooh!
Hey, I dodged it.

Uh-huh, good job.

Hey, yeah.

Hey, look at me,
I'm dancing!

I know, I see it.

Yeah! Oh, whoa,
what the hell, man!

I'm the left hook.

Oh, well...

Eyes on the prize, Sammy.
Eyes on the prize.

How you feeling?
Feeling pumped?

Should feel pumped.
Winners feel pumped.

I am not pumped, and you wouldn't be
if you knew what was ahead of you.

- What are you doing?
- Hit my hand as hard as you can.

Don't be shy.
Drop a load of Sammy on me.

I can handle it.

Quit screwing around.
Hit my hand as hard as you can. Go.

- That was it.
- Are you serious?

- You are weak.
- Sock, not now.

You got the punching power
of a drunken baby.

Knock it off.

I hope you throw the bone
better than you throw the fist.

- I feel bad for Andi.
- Shut up!

Hey, wait!
Sock, stop it!

See what I did there?
I got inside your head.

You lost your concentration.
I slipped a shot in on you.

- So?
- So that's what you gotta do to Red, man.

Talk a little trash,
rattle his cage.

Boxing requires focus.
Know what it's like?

It's like having sex.

Everything's going good.
You're getting your groove on,

chugging along.
In comes the talking...

the hints, the tips,
the criticizing.

Next thing you know,
you've lost concentration,

you're locked in a bathroom
yelling at your own lap!

- That could work.
- It will work.

Yeah.

Didn't think you
had it in you, kid.

You proved your point.
You're not a pushover.

Another time
I'd buy you a beer.

But I'm a busy man,
and I'm not going back to hell.

I'm not here
to drink beer.

I'm here to fight.

Remember, Sam,
float like a butterfly

and let your words sting
like a hateful, sarcastic bee.

Remember, dance.
Dance it out, all right?

- Okay.
- Keep it loose.

- What're you doing?
- Moving.

I'm not gonna make
this easy on you.

Wheelhouse time.
Get in his wheelhouse.

Wheelhouse, yeah.

I gotta say, kid,
I'm impressed.

You got stones for days.

You're just another bum, right?
Huh?

- What'd you call me?
- You heard me.

Why don't you ask the 29 guys I put to bed
how much of a bum I am?

I'd rather ask the guy who beat you
because you threw the fight.

You weren't
so tough on him, huh?

Nice, Sam!
Stick and move.

Why don't you
shut your mouth?

Hey, Sock,
how much money we got?

I don't know,
let me find out.

$13, Sam.

What do you say, Red?

$13 enough to buy
you off these days?

Oh, yeah.

You know what?
Maybe you could pay me

to beat you.

Run, Sam!

Did he just knock
himself out?

Yes, I believe he did.

Maybe you might want
to take the gloves off.

Forget it,
it's too hard.

I gotta tell
you something...

- you were awesome back there.
- Sock...

Listen, it's awful
you pummeled my friend

into the ground,
but oh my God, wow.

I've never seen a human being
deal out punishment like that in my life.

- It was unreal.
- Thanks. To be fair,

your buddy could take
a punch with the best of 'em.

Thanks.

It's nice to be good
at something, right, Sam?

I'm sorry about what happened
back there.

You pressed my buttons
pretty good.

I guess I blew
a gasket.

That's why
they called me Red.

I lose my temper
and that's all I can see.

- Red.
- Red.

But that's not
what I'm about.

Not anymore.

Beat half the guys
on this wall.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

- I should be up there.
- How come you're not?

Disgraced myself.

Disgraced the game.

Took a bribe
and that's all she wrote.

If you were so good,
why'd you throw the fight?

Guy comes to me,

he offers me more money

than what
the prize money was.

I got greedy.

Wound up being
the biggest mistake I ever made.

Fixing to change
that though.

So you're supposed
to send me back to hell, huh?

I don't really have a choice.
Devil owns my soul.

Sooner or later,
I'm gonna have to capture you.

Probably later.

Look, I'm not looking
to hurt anybody

or kill anybody.

I got one goal
and one goal only...

win that title.

Figure it'll take me
seven fights.

First one is next week
in Vegas.

I think I could have
the whole thing wrapped up

in two years, tops.

- So?
- So I got a proposition.

Let me do this.

Give me the two years.

I win the title, then I'll go back
to hell willingly.

- I'd be happy to.
- I don't believe you.

Either you go back
with me in that ring

and I beat you
to a pulp again,

or you can take
my proposition to your boss

and see what he
has to say about it.

I guess I'll run it
up the flagpole.

Yeah, good choice.

- This isn't for me.
- Just got off the phone with corporate.

- How is corporate?
- Not good, actually.

It seems they got a call
from a Mr. Les Nessman.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

He threatened to file a sexual harassment
suit against me.

Apparently I keep asking him
to do me in the tool corral.

Somehow I am sensing
you're a little bit upset about this.

What the hell
were you thinking?!

Hey, lower your voice.

I solved
our problem, Andi.

You can't fire Nessman
now or you'll look like a harasser.

This way you're off the hook,
I keep getting paid.

Everyone wins.
Who's got your back? Sock does.

Do you understand
what you've done?

I almost got fired.

I have to go to a two-day
sexual harassment seminar.

Oh, Andi, so new to the ways
of the corporate world.

You cannot play by the rules
with the big boys.

You gotta play dirty.
Punch 'em in the nuts.

- Want a little soda?
- No, I'm good, thanks.

Okay, suit yourself.
Perfect, more for me.

What're you saying?
I don't look good?

I just think you
could look better.

You've had this look
for a long time now.

- I like this look.
- Maybe you should grow a soul patch.

No, I'm not growing
a douche tag.

- I like soul patches.
- A tiny beard isn't gonna help me.

- All right, fine.
- How about sideburns?

Sideburns might be
a really good idea.

- There's Nina.
- Yeah, that's her.

She ain't
slowing down, Ben.

- Ben!
- Go!

Oh my gosh.
I'm sorry.

I got confused
with the pedals.

- Are you okay?
- I think so.

- You sure? You're okay?
- Yeah, I think so.

- What were you doing?!
- I haven't been driving long.

You almost killed Sam.
That is not okay!

Ben, I'm not hurt.
It's okay.

- We talked about this, remember?
- Talked about what?

- It was an accident.
- I don't think I believe you.

Then you're being
a bad boyfriend.

I just got in
a car accident, Ben.

Excuse me, why
would your girlfriend almost hitting me

with a car
not be an accident?

- Um...
- Because I'm a demon.

Okay, so there,
I said it.

Actually, I feel
better for having said it,

because now we can
all move forward.

You're a demon?

You met a demon
at the mall?

She's the demon
who kidnapped me.

Demon who kidnapped you?

You mean the demon
who tried to kill me?!

Also that, yes.

Hey, Sock,
lock the door.

Okay.

- What's going on?
- Nina is a demon.

- What?
- She's the demon that tried to kill me.

And Ben is dating her!

I knew you weren't buying
more pants, man.

- It's not what you think.
- I think you're going out

with the thing that was
sent to murder me!

- And you've been lying to us.
- And you've been lying to us.

Which is the most
hurtful thing of all to me.

I was gonna tell you
the truth eventually,

when you got
to know her.

There is something
seriously wrong with you, man.

Really.

She said she didn't
want to kill you anymore.

- I wanted to believe her.
- Oh, you wanted to believe her?

He wanted to believe her.
That's good.

I'm sorry.
Let me talk to her.

There's nothing to talk about.
She's a demon.

As long as she's around,
I'm in danger, we're all in danger.

- This can't happen.
- Guys, if you would...

If you ever thought
of us as friends,

you have to break up
with Nina.

Hey, did you know
Sock was Les Nessman?

- Uh...
- Think about your answer really hard.

I might've had
an idea.

I might've helped craft
Les Nessman's resume.

What? Why wouldn't
you tell me that?

Because before you were boss
it never really came up.

When it did come up, I decided to leave it
between you and Sock...

to remain neutral.

He almost got me
fired, Sam.

Would you've remained
neutral then?

Andi, no, of course not.
What?

I'm sorry, okay?

It's just I have to be the one
that's in charge now.

I can't screw around
with you guys anymore.

Would you like me
to beat him up for you?

Because I'm getting
less awful at fighting.

No, I'll talk to him.
Have to be the adult.

- No, that's definitely a terrible idea.
- Why?

Because you can't deal
with Sock as an adult.

You have to sink to his level.
You have to sink below his level.

- I'm not sure that's possible.
- Sam, hey.

- Hey.
- I'm sorry.

And I hear you loud
and clear and I want you to know

that I'm taking care
of the situation, all right?

- Yeah, thank you.
- What are you taking care of?

I'm going to break up
with Nina.

I'm kinda scared
she might not take it too well.

I'm so sorry, Ben.
Is there anything I can do?

Yes, you can. May I please borrow
the company pepper spray

and box cutters?
Thank you.

You did it.

When the bartender made you
your favorite drink

you said, "No, sir."
What a man.

What a mighty good man.

I'm proud of you, Carl.

Of course, you know
what this means?

What does it mean?

It means you are cured.

- I am?
- Yes.

You are no longer
an alcoholic, man.

Now get the heck
outta here.

Yeah.
Oh, my man.

I love helping people.

Hey, Sammy,
what's up?

You get my soul yet?

Working on it.
Actually, I wanted to talk to you about him.

Already hating
this conversation.

No, I'm gonna capture him,
I was just wondering

if you wouldn't
mind a delay.

A slight delay.

- I don't follow.
- Okay.

The guy just wants
to win the championship

then he'll go back
to hell no problem.

I was thinking maybe
you could wait...

a couple years.

Sammy, punishing souls
is like raising children.

They need consistency.

You can't reward
bad behavior.

They step out of line,
you have to give 'em

a time out in the closet
of abysmal agony.

But you'll still get him in hell.
The end is the same.

Souls don't get
second chances

to achieve life goals.

That's not how we
roll in H-town, baby.

He's not a bad guy.
He made one mistake that ruined his life.

He threw a fight
for $47,000.

Didn't think
twice about it.

Red Sabatino's nothing
more than greedy thug.

It was you.

You bribed Red to throw that fight.
You destroyed his life.

Red destroyed
his own life.

I simply provided him
a choice, Sam,

to do the right thing
or the easy thing.

And he chose to prove
to the world

that he's just a bum
who's willing to trade his integrity

- for a few easy bucks.
- That's not fair.

It was a moment of weakness.
If it hadn't been for you,

he would've never
thrown that fight.

Come on, Sammy. "Moment of weakness."
There's no such thing.

Human lives are
defined by weakness.

Red would've been a bad apple
with or without my help.

I just expedited
the paperwork, that's all.

Here.

That fight next week
in Vegas...

the one Red's been
training for?

Can't happen, Sam.

Make sure of it.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm really glad
you called.

I wanted to say again
that I'm sorry...

for almost hitting
your friend with my car.

- Nina.
- I also wanted to say I'm sorry

for blurting out
all that demon stuff.

It's what I do.
I get angry and I blurt.

- Nina.
- Yeah.

There's something
I have to say.

Before I say it,
I'd like to remind you

that we're at a public place
and there are tons of witnesses here.

Oh no.

You're breaking up
with me.

I want you to know
this isn't easy for me.

There's just no way
around it.

Are you growling
at me?

No.

You have
the demon eyes, Nina.

Don't do anything crazy.

You're crying.

And your tears
are made of acid.

Is everybody
looking at me?

No no,
you're fine.

Nina, I'm sorry.

I want to believe you,

but my friends are
everything to me,

and I don't think they'll
ever be able to see you

as anything other
than a monster.

How do you see me, Ben?

Wow, that says
it all for me.

I guess this is it.

I understand why
you're afraid of me,

it just makes me sad.

I like you a lot.

Take care
of yourself, Ben.

Did you see Benjamin
come in last night?

He looked rough.
Sat on the couch on all night

and watched
"Dan in Real Life."

- God, he's hurting.
- I know.

I can't feel guilty
about this.

He's the one who secretly
wanted to date a demon.

- What's with the creeps?
- I don't know.

Hi, I'm Dave.

No, I won't pray
with you.

Good morning, everybody.

I'm guessing you've
all noticed our visitors.

Yeah, did we open
a weird sweater department?

Home office was very kind
to send some grief counselors

after I broke the news
to them.

Last night I received
a call from the police.

And it seems
that Les Nessman

was involved
in an accident.

And he's gone.
He's dead.

No!

I'm sorry.
I know how much you all loved him.

Oh my God!
You son of a bitch!

This is crap, Andi.

We've got a screamer.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sadness makes
me angry.

I also have the sad duty
of telling you how Les passed.

Probably doing
something awesome, right?

Les was always
doing cool stuff.

Was he running into a burning
orphanage, Andi?

Did he save a little flaming orphan?
Was it Annie?

- He died on the toilet.
- Why?!

Why?

The Devil said
no, huh?

I tried.

It was a longshot
anyway, right?

- Run.
- Run?

Run away.
Just get outta here.

Forget about the title. If you disappear
someplace I can't find you,

you are free.

Can't do that,
chief.

Why? Why not?

Can't forget
about the title.

Who cares about some
boxing match?

You got out of hell.

Isn't that more important
than a game?

You know,

I remember the end
of my life.

I know what it's like
to look back and realize

you threw it
all away.

Turned myself
into a piece of garbage.

That kind of regret...

I can't let that
be all that I am.

It's not just
the game.

I win this title
fair and square,

it'll prove that
I'm not all rotten

and wash away
all my mistakes.

You don't have to do this to be
a good person.

Go join the Peace Corps.
Build houses for poor people.

Anything but this.

Fighting's the only thing
I'm good at, Sam.

I hear a lot
of talking.

But I don't see
a lot of fighting.

I know him.

Yeah, he's the guy
who paid you off,

also known
as the Devil.

Boys, as far
as I can tell,

there are two ways
this is gonna end.

One of you will find
his way back to hell

or one of you will
be dead.

It doesn't matter to me
which way it goes.

But I recommend somebody
start throwing some punches

before I lose
my patience.

No, we're not...

Yes!

That's what I'm
talking about.

Red, what're you doing?
Red! Red!

We don't have
to do this, okay?

- Make it look good.
- What?

I laid down once
for the wrong reasons.

I'm gonna lay down
for the right ones.

Hey, stop clinching,
ladies.

This is a fight,
not a dance off!

- Red, no.
- Make it look good.

All right!

Wow, that was intense.

I don't mind
telling you,

I would've bet against you
if I was a betting man.

- Take 'em.
- Aw.

Come on, Sammy,
don't be like that.

Savor the victory.

"Eye of
the Tiger," Sammy.

"Eye of the Tiger!"

What's going on?

Benji's been talking with these grief
counselors for like an hour.

He's pretty broken up
about Nina.

Look out.

We're gonna need coffee
and poundcake in here, please.

I'm gonna take
a shot at this.

Ben, can I talk to you
for a second?

Ben, I know this has
been hard on you,

but I need you to take
your personal feelings, shove 'em aside,

and answer me
with clarity.

Do you think Nina
was trying to murder me?

She said it was
an accident.

I thought about it

and I believe her.

I know I've had bad
judgment in the past,

but I know I'm right
about Nina.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Nina's made her mistakes.

Scary, evil mistakes.

But I trust you, Ben.

If you see something good in her,
I have to believe you.

Because I've seen good
in some unlikely places recently.

- Thanks, Sam.
- No problem.

Hug it out.
All right, go.

Go get your demon.

- That was sweet of you.
- Thank you.

- I hope he doesn't get eaten.
- Me too.

Nina, I'm back.

Baby, we need
to talk.

Ooh, ooh!

Great news, honey.
We can get back together.

Nina, I'm sorry.

I listened to my friends
instead of listening to myself.

I believed in you.
I always believed in you.

I know you're not
a monster.

You're my girl.

My sweet, beautiful...

crazy ass girl.

I'm getting a little
light-headed now.

Actually, I'm getting
tunnel vision now.

I'm sorry, Nina.

Please give me
another chance.

You're forgiven.

Unbelievable.

Alms for Lester.

Alms for Les...
thank you.

Thank you.
Thank you.

- What is this?
- I'm throwing a wake for Les Nessman.

Why are we throwing
a wake for Les Nessman?

Because he was murdered
by your girlfriend.

You're such a moron.

- You guys kicking in?
- For what?

Les' mom says they're
having a really rough time

with the funeral expenses.
Tricky time to die!

Don't die if you're
thinking about it.

- You're kidding.
- Yes, Andi,

I love to joke about people
who died penniless.

A five? Really?

It's a five, everybody!

Okay. Here.

I thank you.
And Les Nessman thanks you.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have a couple things to attend to.

Hey, why don't you
grab us a table?

- I'll grab us a couple drinks.
- Okay.

Two beers.

- Put those on my tab.
- No no, I'll pay for it.

Oh, Jeez, Sam.
I'm just trying to be friendly.

- Do you want something?
- You seem down after the Sabatino fight.

I just came by
to check on you.

No you didn't,
you came here to gloat

over forcing me
to send Red back to hell.

The two wants are
not mutually exclusive.

To victory.

Thanks.

You know, Sammy, you could make it
a lot easier on yourself

if you'd just remember
the first rule:

I'm always going
to win.

I hate to see you
tearing yourself apart like this.

Red threw the fight.

He let me win.

Hey, don't kid
a kidder, kiddo.

Why would he do that?

Because he wanted to go back to hell
knowing he did something good,

something worthwhile.

So he sacrificed himself
to save me.

He got his wish.

So in a way,
you did something good.

Weird, huh?

Huh.