[Slow music plays]
[Cell door closes]
[Hip-hop music plays]
Cat out green that could deal with weez'
Homie quick like coupes, 'cause they feel the breeze
And I'm Holly Grove's heart, the hood made me trill
The hottest hot boy, baby, time reveal
And I'm Momma's oldest boy, Papa's first seed
But Papa's not real, he don't bleed what I bleed
I'm nineteen strong, a kid with a kid
And ain't too many people outdid what I did
I rock bricks down, I rock every town
I puff the best 'dro, pound for pound
Now say round, the boy tough not bluff
Yeezy weezy, young money squad up
I do this for the penitentiary
I stunt for y'all while I'm spending these dollars
I like cells like four-corner blocks
[Grunting]
[Crowd cheering]
[Bell rings]
MAN: Knockdown! Knockdown!
Another victory for Sweetwater!
[Cheering and stomping]
And now, for your entertainment pleasure
while we get ready for the main event
give it up for the Gat Boyz!
[Cheering and stomping]
[Rap plays]
You in the ghetto
We ain't got no hustlers here
Get down and give me ten
[Whistle blows]
I don't know what you've been told
Motherfuckin' rock 'n' roll
Blame it on the bullshit
To the north, to the south to the east to the west
I saw Louis the night that he beat Braddock
won the title. 1937.
ANNOUNCER: Louis hits him with a left and a right!
And Braddock is down!
Straight right hand to the jaw.
Christ, they could've counted to fifty.
He was the best heavyweight
that ever fought under the modern rules.
No discussion, the best.
Then the fucking government chased him about taxes.
Fucking IRS, fucking bureaucrat assholes.
Fuck it.
I don't know what you've been told
Motherfuckin' rock 'n' roll
Blame it on the bullshit
To the north, to the south, to the east, to the west
[Chanting]
To the north, to the south, to the east, to the west
[Cheering and chanting]
In the west corner, weighing in at 230 pounds
wearing the green trunks with the gold trim
he's undefeated with eight wins and no losses.
Representing the State Prison at Loda
the great white hope, Vern Van Zant!
[Booing]
Let me tell you boys who you're messing with
Now in the east corner
he's also undefeated and defending champion
with a record of 67 wins and no losses
weighing in at 191 pounds
wearing the burgundy trunks with the black trim
Sweetwater's own, Monroe Hutchen!
[Cheering]
[Bell rings]
All right now, shit birds, y'all both know the rules.
I want a nice, clean fight, nothing below the belt.
You understand me? Let's box.
MAN: Now remember, brother convicts
if you learned how to act
they wouldn't have to fight inside of a cage.
And be on your best behavior, too
'cause we don't want no incidents, all right?
Now, let's see what the pride of Loda
has to offer against the great Monroe.
Give Hitler's cousin his lunch, baby.
It's all you, baby! It's all you!
Yeah! Come on now!
BONDS: Come back from the rail--get back.
[Rings]
And there go the bell. Here we go.
Monroe comes out and peppers him
with a nice left hand.
And another left hand.
BONDS: Monroe's just feeling him out
popping him with a little left hand.
He going to shine that bald head up, for sure.
MAN: Move your feet! Oh, yeah, that's right!
Yeah! Yeah!
Beat the teeth out of his mouth, Monroe!
Come on, man!
BONDS: A left and a right by Monroe!
This guy hasn't tagged Monroe yet.
How in the hell could you be 6-6, 280
and look wobbly already? Ooh!
He's down! He's down!
He's already down! Vern Van Zant is down!
[Speaking softly]
We're not even halfway through the first round
and he's already down!
Excuse me, sir, we just got some big news.
The word is, the Iceman's day of arrival is tomorrow.
E.T.A., 2 p.m.
Now, Vern Van Zant said he got those
brand-new tattoos just for this occasion.
Well, Vern, don't look like
the party's gonna last too long for you.
This guy is a bum-- big, uncoordinated motherfucker.
Nine
[Crowd boos]
Look at me! You OK? Box!
Ah, here we go again! Monroe's on the hunt.
Vern, swinging and a-missing.
Ooh! And another left, right to the midsection.
Left and right uppercuts to the head!
Right to the head! Right to the stomach.
This guy's just a-swinging and a-missing!
Hits him with a left and a right!
Monroe's just tearing his ass up.
Right in the face! Right to the head!
Left to the midsection! Right to the head!
Another left and a right!
Oh, my God, he shined his head up!
I told you, he's shinin' it up!
BONDS: One more time for Monroe.
Knockout! Knockout!
One round, motherfucker!
[Crowd cheers]
That's it! That's it!
It's done! This fight is over! Monroe wins again!
[Cheering]
Spit it.
Yeah, but I got a little announcement for you.
Got a little announcement for you.
Little news bulletin.
Y'all been wondering when that day is coming.
Well, that day is tomorrow. He's coming to Sweetwater.
The so-called undisputed
heavyweight champion of the world
George "Iceman" Chambers!
[Booing and whistling]
What do you say to that, Monroe? You ready?
OK, here we go. Tape rolling.
LAMPLEY: Former world heavyweight champion
George "Iceman" Chambers
now you'll be moving to a new home
going to live with murderers and thieves
in California's newly-built
Sweetwater Prison in the Mojave Desert.
How's all this going for you?
ICEMAN: I'll be OK. I got a bad break.
I just gotta play this thing out.
Your lawyers have filed all the expected appeals
but realistically, what do you think of your chances
of getting out before serving
the full sentence of 6 to 8 years?
I'm not supposed to talk about that legal stuff.
My people don't want me commenting on that.
Boxing experts tend to agree
that even as little as two years in a prison
without proper training could mean the end
for a boxer your age. Now, you're regarded
as one of the greatest offensive fighters
in the history of the sport
an attacker like Dempsey, Joe Louis
Rocky Marciano, Joe Frazier.
Just exactly how damaging to your skills
is this prison stint likely to be?
No damage. I'll stay in shape, work out
watch what I eat. I'll be fine.
LAMPLEY: But when an athlete is removed from competition--
That's where you're making one big mistake right off.
I'm not an athlete. I'm a gladiator.
How do you define that?
People play baseball. Nobody plays boxing.
Iceman, last week after you were convicted
boxing's various so-called governing bodies
began stripping you of your title belts
stripping you--
Who they think they kidding?
Everybody knows I'm the champ.
And I'm gonna be the champ till I quit.
ANNOUNCER: This fight with Manfredy is meant to be
just a tune-up for George "The Iceman" Chambers
hopefully leading to the unification bout
with Montel Briscoe
undefeated holder of the WBC crown.
The two biggest names in boxing on a collision course
sometime next year
assuming the Iceman gets by the South American challenger.
[Club music plays]
It's round 11 and one to go, and it's all Iceman!
He's stalking Manfredy, chasing the big South American.
Iceman with a right, another right.
Another right and a left to the body!
Oh, and a right-hand uppercut. That staggered Manfredy!
Iceman stalking him. He knows he's got him hurt.
Oh, body shots! Right, left to the body!
Left hook and he's down! He's down! He's down!
That's why they call him the Iceman!
Well, Carlos Manfredy
gets a one-way ticket back to Brazil!
George "Iceman" Chambers
remains undefeated heavyweight champion!
And the big man on the block!
[Reporters shouting]
Are you fighting Montel next?
Just another sucker who's gonna get his ass whipped.
If the money's right, bring on Montel.
Nobody's running, nobody's ducking.
Nobody--I mean, nobody-- can stand up to what I got.
Does that include Montel?
Oh, yeah, that damn sure includes Montel.
[Reporters shouting]
Mr. Lewis!
Estimates are up to 300 million dollars
for the pay-per-view gate alone.
Any comment on that?
Let's make the deal first.
But my first guess is you're a few million short.
And, Iceman, it's nine months till summer.
What's next for you?
Well, first of all, I'm gonna go to L.A
you know, see some friends
then I'm gonna do a little partying.
[Reporters shout]
Hey, hey that's it.
I've done things in my life
maybe I shouldn't have. I know that.
But I did not want to, and I told him "No."
LAMPLEY: You'll be moving into a new home
going to live with murderers and thieves
in California's newly-built
Sweetwater Prison in the Mojave Desert.
Without getting into legal strategy
Let's discuss your trial.
You continue to maintain your innocence.
I didn't rape nobody.
I done a lot of wrong shit in my life
but I ain't no punk-ass rapist.
Look at me. What I gotta rape somebody for?
Psst. Monroe.
You see him through the window?
Big deal's got his own helicopter service
instead of coming in here on the bus.
He's the champ.
What's this shit? Don't think negative, man.
I don't want to hear that shit.
This is your house. You own this place.
If this was my house, I could get up and leave.
He's here.
Just getting out of the helicopter.
Maybe you'd like to meet him, Mr. Ripstein.
I could bring him over. You two could talk boxing.
I'll tell you when I want to talk to him.
Why couldn't your high-priced team of lawyers
convince a judge and a jury?
Because I put people in body bags on TV
and get paid a lot of money for it.
Because I'm a big, bad, black motherfucker--
that's why nobody believes me.
I have received over 170 requests
for interviews with you, Mr. Chambers.
Networks, local TV, cable
every newspaper organization in the country
foreign press, foreign TV-- you name it.
I have turned them all down.
Mr. Chambers, here is Sweetwater.
Maximum security, level five
state correctional institution
with nearly seven hundred prisoners.
We house only murderers, armed robbers, rapists
and those with connections to gangs
and other forms of organized crime.
The state is trying to spare lesser criminals
the contaminating influence of these more hardened types.
Now, we don't want any incidents that might add
to your already great difficulties, Mr. Chambers.
This is Mr. Mercker.
He's the senior prison officer. He's the head guard.
This is Ms. Early, our administrative officer.
She can arrange for religious counsel
or instruction, if you wish.
Whatever. I need a CD player and some CDs.
Now, I'll give you a list.
My people on the outside will pay for it all.
Not possible for the first six months.
It's a privilege, has to be earned.
Any and all privileges
will depend upon your general conduct.
Mr. Chambers, you have been convicted
and sent here for the crime of rape.
That's a very serious matter.
LAMPLEY: If you'd take advantage
of this opportunity to apologize
to this woman and to sports fans
and the American public for letting them down--
heck, even the former president of the--
Man, fuck the president!
I ain't apologizing--
not to you, not to her, not to nobody!
And you lucky I got this damn gate between you and me
or I'd rip you a new asshole, you judgmental motherfucker!
PRISONER: Another strong athlete in the joint!
Welcome to Sweetwater, Chambers!
PRISONER TWO: If you need anything, champ
I got you covered.
[Unlocking, buzzing]
PRISONER THREE: Hey, champ! Seen all your fights, man!
[Clank]
You got a name?
[Buzzer sounds]
Mingo.
Mingo, move your shit, stay out of my way
and we'll get along just fine.
Hey, listen. It's an honor to be cellmates with you.
I don't want no trouble, champ.
No trouble. You just gonna stay out of my way.
He just thinks he's the king.
Because he's the heavyweight champ, he's the man.
Well, for some of us others, we have rights, too
and I had the right to say no if I didn't want to.
I want everybody to keep your distance.
I don't need to make no new friends
or hear no sad stories on why they're here.
I got my own sad story for that.
I ain't loanin' nobody no money
so you tell 'em don't even ask.
And I don't want nobody talking to me
unless I talk to 'em first.
-You got that? -Got it.
"Leave the champ alone."
[Footsteps]
I know boxing.
I seen a lot of fights.
MEND Y: You're a good champion.
Who the hell are you?
This is Mendy Ripstein.
He's a very important man in here.
ICEMAN: Ripstein.
Yeah, my manager, Yank Lewis, he told me to say hello.
I don't remember him.
He said you two were friends in Miami
about twenty-five years ago.
I didn't have any friends in Miami.
A lot of people, they say they knew me from the old days.
They're full of shit.
You're a good champion
but we got a champion right here
and he can kick your ass.
Kiddin' me.
I watch all your fights. You're not as good as you were.
You're just looking for one big punch.
You're not throwing combinations.
You're not using as much head movement on defense.
Yeah, right, old man.
I'm just knocking motherfuckers out.
Who's the punk in here you got in mind?
Oh, did I hurt your feelings?
Fuck you.
Heh. Monroe. Name's Monroe Hutchen.
Mr. Ripstein thinks he can whip up on you, man
but no offense. Not trying to cause any trouble here.
[Doors open]
[Men talking]
[Door clangs]
Hey, yo, it's real in here
All of these contenders know just how it feels in here
When you're tryin' to be the top boss
Put your gloves on, then
This here be the sport of men
Everybody wants a shot at me
One word, you get knocked out
Rocked out the box
Only men leave a place like this
Hardcore, I'm in your face like this
Tell your mama that you'll never come home
[Echoing]
[Men talking]
[Clatters]
Which one of these suckers in here is Monroe Hutchen?
He's over there in line, wearing a white cap.
What's happening, Mo? Yeah.
Brought in some big guys in here.
He beat 'em all.
It ain't only about being big.
You gotta have skill, son.
[Announcement on P.A.]
You Monroe Hutchen?
Yep.
[Chuckles] I guess you know who I am.
Are you the champion in here?[Slurps]
Yeah.
Not the heavyweight champ.
Champion
heavyweight or any other kind they got.
I didn't even know they had boxing in a place like this.
Well, it's a special program.
We only get bouts every six months.
Mostly we fight guys from other prisons.
How long you been on top?
Ten years. Ever since I got in here.
Damn. Brother, that's a real fine record you got.
I gotta congratulate you.
Yeah! You want some of this?
Yeah! Come on!
I'm gonna win.
Come on! What?
Ain't no champ in here but me!
I'm giving you another chance.
I'm inclined to overlook what happened this afternoon
and not make it a part of your official record.
[Laughs]
Look, let's get something straight, Mr. Warden.
I'm not just some convict doing five to ten.
I'm a real big deal.
Not only am I heavyweight champ
I'm close to being the most famous man in the world.
So if you think you're gonna lean on me
like these punks you got in here
you better think again
because if anything happens to me
it's gonna be on the 6:00 news worldwide.
There's gonna be a whole lot of people
askin' a whole lot of questions
and you and your little crew here better know that.
Just my luck he got sent here.
Iceman, my ass. He's just another goddamn thug.
EARLY: One who happens to be a world champion
and a potential public relations nightmare.
[Stairs clanking]
[Knock knock] Mr. Hutchen.
You know the little problem
you had with the Iceman yesterday?
Got you in some trouble.
Heavyweight champ.
Man gave me a cheap shot.
MERCKER: Yeah, I know.
By the court and the higher powers
you contributed to a situation that threatened violence.
One thing you ought to know by now, Monroe.
Life ain't fair. Not fair at all.
[Monroe sighs]
[Sizzling]
EARLY: The warden understands
what he's doing is unfortunate
but unless Mr. Hutchen and the Iceman are separated
there will be enormous pressure
for another physical confrontation.
Nobody likes this
but Mr. Hutchen's presence is an incitement to violence
and he will be kept in there until such time
as we can make arrangements for his travel to another facility.
OK.
Hey, Monroe.
Take care of yourself in there, Monroe.
[Door bangs]
P.A.: Sergeant Martinez to the hill tower.
Sergeant Martinez to the hill tower.
New duty roster just got posted.
You're working in the kitchen with me.
Look, since we're gonna be stuck together
what you in here for?
You know, champ, I don't mean to be
telling you what to do or anything, but
it's not considered polite to ask why we're here.
Kinda violation of the ethics. You know, the code?
Yeah.
People take it as disrespect.
Yo! You keeping in shape, Mr. Iceman?
Who's this chump?
Call him Ratbag. Runs with Monroe.
Shit.
Thinks he's his manager.
-Ratbag? -Ratbag.
[Rock clanks]
OK, Ratbag, what you in here for?
-Me? -Yeah, you.
[Sniffs]
Arson.
Nothin' up close and personal.
You hit people much?
RATBAG: What do you mean?
You know, punch people.
When you were a kid or since you been in here.
Sometimes. Not much.
I never was the physical type.
You want to hit me?
[Laughs] What, are you kidding?
You can say you did it.
"I punched the heavyweight champ."
You can tell people all about it.
It might even make you
feel good about your little punk-ass self.
I don't want to hit you, Iceman. Shit!
Sure you do!
You don't even like me. Come on, man.
Go crazy. Let one go.
If I hit you just this once, will that end it?
I won't have to hit you anymore?
All you gotta do is hit me one time
and I'm telling you, man, it'll make you feel good
and it ain't gonna hurt me none.
A'ight. Just once.
Just to satisfy whatever weird trip you're on
and show you that I'm a good guy
trying to do what you want.
Right. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Unh!
CROWD: Ohh! Yeah, baby!
Oh, yeah! Yeah! I hit the Iceman!
Yo!
[Crowd clapping and whistling]
-Yeah! -Thank you.
You still feel good, Ratbag?
Yeah. I guess so.
You're not mad, are you?
CROWD: Ohh! Damn!
No, I'm not mad at you.
Now, you go tell Monroe what I said.
Ain't but one champ in here!
And it ain't some nickel-and-dime convict
beating up on fools in prison!
Get that bitch outta here.
[Ratbag gasping]
Yo, assemble the criminals
With subliminal brought to the forefront
Hey, ain't nobody know I'm in here
Check me, you'll learn to respect me
Homeboy, don't correct me
I'll call you out, step on necks
Man, I'm better, stand over
Took out them cocky, wanna be Rocky
Niggers that ran up from the outside
The inside my metal cell
Who the hell wanna start bitching
Get across in the kitchen
End up in the infirmary
On close watch, talk shit
That ass will get muted
Fuckin' with the undisputed
I ain't gotta spend my time makin' potato salad.
MINGO: Where I come from
we didn't have any kind of salads.
Where's that?
Indian country. Oklahoma.
Hmm.
Look, man, I know I'm not supposed to ask
but what you in here for?
I stole some rich guy's Mercedes in L.A.
I got a Mercedes. Three of 'em.
Mr. Hutchen.
It's Darlene Early, the G.A.O. General administration officer.
I need to do the interview and paperwork
for your transfer to Folsom.
How are your spirits? I want you to know
I'm not in favor of solitary confinement.
Not for you, not for anybody else.
It's OK in here.
You can't be serious.
It's all a prison.
I live inside my head.
So that's how you're doing your time?
Are you really that much in control of your emotions?
[Blows]
Been that way all my life.
Only time I ever lost it is what got me in here.
Yeah. I'm familiar with your case history.
So you prefer your own company?
Most of the time.
I am supposed to recommend whether or not
you seem to require a detailed psychiatric evaluation.
Other than the incident in the mess hall--
That wasn't me.
Why don't you go talk to the hotshot champ?
Ask him about it.
EARLY: So you deny any responsibility?
Yeah, I deny it. How does that affect me movin' on?
This has no bearing in your transfer to Folsom.
You know, this whole thing
this whole thing is about people bein' scared.
Aren't you afraid of him?
Afraid. Shit, no.
He's a fighter. I'm a fighter.
If I'm better on that day, I win.
That's just the way it goes.
Someday, every fighter loses.
Sooner or later, somebody comes along
and they got your ticket.
Too old, just wasn't your day, whatever the reason is.
In the end, everybody gets beaten.
The most you can hope for is that you stay on top a while.
Be the best.
I tried to say hello to that old gangster.
Ripstein. He said he don't remember you.
YANK: He remembers. He just don't want to admit it.
Standard mob procedure.
Guys like him deny they ever had a mother.
ICEMAN: Yeah. Right.
YANK: How you makin' out, man?
It's shit, but I can handle it.
Yeah. Rumor goin' around you almost started a riot.
It was all bullshit, man.
I had to let the peeps in here know who's the boss.
Just keep your goddamn nose clean.
You already got enough problems.
And since they stripped you of your title
they're having this elimination tournament
to figure out a new champ.
Everybody thinks Briscoe's a lock to win it.
Word is, Montel's fighting Jimmy Stubbs in July.
Jimmy Stubbs's a bum.
The good news is you get outta here
fight the new champ, we're looking at
the biggest payday of boxing history.
-Mm-hmm -Yeah.
The one thing I can tell you, you lost a lot of fan base
with this conviction thing.
Fuck the fans.
I get outta here, I'll get 'em back.
The fans pay your bills, and don't you ever forget it.
Yeah.
You gotta keep the pressure on these lawyers, OK
and get you outta here to fight this
big money fight with Briscoe.
Yeah.
You can't be servin' no full sentence.
You're 35 years old. Time is tickin'.
Everything you ever worked for
it's going right out the window.
ANNOUNCER: Janiro's an agile boxer
who has the ability of a champion.
Janiro is fresh off a victory
over Charlie Consario.
The Rock turns it on.
It's Le Graziano alone.
He won't give Janiro punching room.
Stays after his man.
Hits him from all angles.
CHUY: He remembers things from a long time ago
clear as a bell
but every day, I gotta tell him who I am.
He's in another world: Cuba, forty years ago
or some fight he saw in 1953.
Then all of a sudden [Snap]
he's right there with you, like everything's normal.
And mean-- he can be mean as shit.
Look, we went to the Emme.
We paid good money for his protection
and his personal needs.
They gave you the job.
I got him an oversized cell--
ground level, so he don't have to use the stairs.
Food privileges. Relaxed dress code.
Big easy chair.
I even got him his own little boxing library.
And he's safe. I promise.
These guys I got, they don't let any harm come his way.
It's hard in the yard
You can't be sleepin' or caught off guard
When the boys get to creepin' with sharp objects
I'm obsessed with puttin' heads in a permanent rest
When I flex thirty-four-inch biceps
Gettin' swoll, might put your lights out
Spend the night in the hole, in here
Every heart is cold
It's the gatherin' of lost souls
No self-control
Connected with the gangstas runnin' this shit
From the inside, so there's nowhere to hide
Tell your mama that you'll never come home
MERCKER: Hey, chief.
MINGO: Mmm.
How you getting along with your new cellmate?
-He's OK -Mmm.
Rumor has it he took down one of the skinheads.
A lot of rumors in prison, you know?
Ah, probably deserved it anyway.
Maybe.
We hear you don't want to associate with anybody here.
Maybe you got way too much attitude, man.
[Bechtel groaning]
Unh.
Aaron's an expert. He's the man on appeals.
But before we talk about your appeal
I need to tell you about Miss Tawnee Rawlins.
She's filed a civil lawsuit in the amount of $75 million.
[Snorts] You handlin' that?
I'd recommend an outside attorney.
Another specialist.
However, we can handle your tax litigation.
The government has filed an intent to audit.
We have someone in the firm that can deal with that.
Is any of this covered
by the $2 million I already paid you?
We get the same deal as you get.
You get paid win or lose. So do we.
There are a couple of procedural areas
that are still in question-- possible reversible error.
But I'm not gonna kid you. I'd make us a long shot.
You're looking at a six-to eight-year sentence
with possible time off for good behavior.
Now, in California, that means
you're eligible for parole in four years.
What you need to focus on
is if you become a model prisoner
exhibit special circumstances
you could be considered for a work furlough
as soon as eighteen months to two years.
So it don't matter whether I did it or not?
It doesn't work that way.
Justice and the law are separate issues.
Let's get back to some of your other problems.
We've done an audit.
Your financial situation is a mess.
-No, that's bullshit -No bullshit.
Big financial settlements with your ex-wives, entourage.
Bad investments and misrepresentations
by your ex-business manager.
I'm gonna sue that motherfucker.
And what about this IRS shit? Where do I stand on that?
By the firm's calculations, you could end up owing them
$7 million in back taxes, and that's just the feds.
Then there's the state. The bottom line--
we need to get your black ass outta here
and back in the ring.
[Spits]
[Crowd cheering]
ANNOUNCER: Clive Johnson here ringside
for KHIL Channel 13 in the Bay Area.
Next, round seven of the California
state heavyweight championship fight
here from the Palmer Arena in downtown Oakland.
Challenger Monroe Hutchen's undefeated
takin' on state champ Butch Davis
in what, so far, has been a nearly even fight.
There's the bell!
Davis has a bad cut above his left eye
and Monroe Hutchen looks like
he wants to do something about it.
It's all Monroe, it's all Monroe!
A big right hand. Another right!
Davis is down, and this fight is over!
After forty-three seconds in the seventh round
Monroe Hutchen is the new
California state heavyweight champion!
[Bell clangs]
WOMAN: Your attorneys have come to me and asked me
to handle your response to the plaintiff's filing.
As you know, you are now facing a separate civil suit
that may well go to trial
over the criminal charges you've been convicted of.
Briefly, "That on March 17, you and four other men
"took six women via private jet
"from Las Vegas to Los Angeles--"
Showgirls.
"At approximately 11:30 pm
"you checked into the penthouse suite
"of the Beverly Manor hotel."
Until that point of the evening, all parties concede
but for minor discrepancies, the foregoing is true.
What happened next is in question.
No question. I ain't no punk-ass rapist.
She wanted it.
Look. None of this makes any difference at this point.
We're just trying to get an over--
No. She didn't say no. She ain't say shit.
She didn't have a problem with any of it.
Miss Rawlins effectively convinced
the criminal trial jury that she believed that
you could break her in two with one arm.
Yeah, uh-huh.
That's why she was makin' all them happy sounds
'cause I was killin' her, right?
Some women like it rough.
You know anything about that?
That wasn't part of your testimony.
A lawyer said don't sound like I'm calling her a ho.
The prosecution pegged you as a bully.
And she could explain it away easily enough by saying
that you mistook what were in fact her cries for help
for she was just in pain.
I heard pain before, and--ha ha ha--
believe me, she wasn't in no pain.
She's asking $75 million
but I don't like negotiating with your appeal pending.
No negotiatin'. I ain't givin' that bitch shit.
And then when he finished, he just put back on his pants
and went back out into the party
and left me alone.
Ohh
Man up
Motherfucker, you are now in jail
Man up
Motherfucker, where it's strange as hell
'Cause you's a no-booty and so
Man up
Motherfucker, get your manhood took
Man up
ANTOINE: Champ
I'm looking to be your friend, Champ.
I'm a gift.
Well, I don't need no gifts.
Who sent you?
Saladin. He want to be your friend.
He kind of run things for EI Faziz Assasins.
You can check it out.
You kind of pretty for a bitch.
But I don't want to owe nobody.
You tell him I said that. Now get outta here.
You may be the champ, but you are only one guy.
Let me help you out.
EI Faziz Assasins give you something, you take it.
You do not refuse.
I'm looking for Saladin.
Pleased to meet a man of your great accomplishments.
You run shit here?
There's strength in unity, brother.
In here we need cooperation and understanding.
[Puts paper down]
We are at times discriminated against
even within these walls.
Now, if you wish to come and join with us--
MAN: Oh!
[Crowd murmuring]
Brother, if you don't join with us
you'll be destroying the unity we create.
[Footsteps]
[Keys jingling]
[Clank]
Warden wants to see you.
That's quite a show you put on there.
Come on. Let's go.
I'm disappointed.
Three incidents already, one a near riot
one an assault and now a physical confrontation
that has sent five men to the hospital
for medical treatment.
You've only been here ten weeks. It is undeniable--
you are making a very poor record.
The whole thing is, they got to respect you
or you nothin'.
I believe that you're missing the point.
The warden is trying to explain the idea
of acceptable behavior.
I'm trying to explain to him how to survive.
EARLY: I don't think there are too many inmates here
who could challenge you physically, Mr. Chambers.
You really don't understand.
When you're the champ, everybody wants a piece of you.
Everybody's testing you.
My whole life, I got a problem, I take care of it with these.
People love a guy who can fight.
Money, pussy, kiss your ass, put you on TV
put your picture in papers, magazines
anything I want, because people love a guy who can fight
and don't take shit.
[Ding]
[Toothpicks rustling]
Murder
The choice I made, so now I pay
Thinkin' back, I have to ask
How'd it end this way?
You see, it all happened so fast
I couldn't think twice
Now I'm chillin' for killin'
And I'm payin' the price
Who I'm with is none of your business!
None of my business? I'll deal with you--
WOMAN: Stop it! You're killing him!
[Grunting]
On the night of December 1, 1990
you beat a man to death with your bare fists
which because of your profession
and your training are considered
to be lethal weapons in the state of California.
You've been found guilty by a jury of your peers
and you are sentenced to life imprisonment
without the possibility of parole.
Good morning, Mr. Ripstein. How are you today?
MENDY: Don't give me no shit.
How the hell is the fight comin'?
CHUY: What fight?
MENDY: We got the heavyweight champion of the world
and an unbeaten prospect right here in Sweetwater.
Quit wasting time. Set the fuckin' thing up.
I know fights.
Long prize, Monroe kicks his ass
we can make a lot of money here.
Mr. Ripstein, excuse me, but you're talking about
the real heavyweight champion of the world.
Are you gonna fix the fight?
MENDY: Shit no. Boxing.
It's a matter of style. They all can be beaten.
Right time, right place, the right circumstance
they all can be beaten.
Mr. Ripstein wants to see the Iceman
fight a prisoner we got in here.
His name is Monroe Hutchen.
And a real goddamn fight. Pure.
So, what do you want us to do?
I talked to the head guard. He's OK.
But the warden's a problem.
Mr. Ripstein said you can take care of him.
You know the drill.
You help him or you hurt him.
Now about Monroe Hutchen.
The warden thinks it's time
to give him a chance to rehabilitate himself
by socializing with the other prisoners.
In six weeks, I'm going on vacation.
On the fifth, I'll be gone for two weeks.
First week in New Orleans
second week visiting friends in Tucson, Arizona.
If while I am gone
if Mr. Hutchen happens to get into a sparring match
with Mr. Chambers, I don't want to hear about it.
And when I get back
I want this whole goddamned enterprise finished.
Yes, sir.
Leaving no evidence, no videotape
and never to be spoken of in my presence.
-Anything else, sir? -Hit the yard.
Thank you.
Had to have been somebody in the governor's office.
Soon as he got the call
Mr. Backbone started arranging his vacation.
Know what that means, don't you?
This whole load of shit comes down on you and me.
There is no "you and me."
I'm taking my vacation right along with the warden.
Well, thank you for your support.
Oh, come on. You run the fight program here.
You want this to happen.
[Clank]
MERCKER: Here we go, Monroe.
Free at last, free at last.
-I'm not going to Folsom -What can I tell you?
Looks like the warden went and changed his mind.
You get to stay home with us.