Good morning, Las Vegas.
It's 5.58. It's gonna be a scorcher.
80 degrees at sunrise will be 100 degrees by fight time.
who do you like tonight at the Mandalay Bay?
Mike Tyson at last returns to Vegas.
Ringside seats going for 5,000 a pop.
It's gonna be some heat tonight ringside.
Fuck! Freddy!
Man, what the...?!
Freddy, shit, man!
I leave you alone for one hour.
One friggin' hour, man, and you throw it all away like this.
Now what are we gonna do, huh?
- Go away. - Yeah, shit.
Hank ain't gonna like this, man.
He ain't gonna like this.
He's dead? He's not dead? What?
He's got drugs coming out of his ears, Hank.
He's so OD'd, he don't even know I'm standing here, man.
- You let him outta your sight? - Just for one minute, I swear.
- That's half my undercard fight. - I know.
Who the hell's gonna fight Chiquito Rosario anyway?
That's Arum's fighter.
Who's keeping an eye on Chiquito?
Arum's got somebody watching him.
What you got?
Male Hispanic. Mid-20s. Smell of alcohol.
Aurelio 'Chiquito' Rosario.
- Chiquito? - Yeah. You know him?
He's the welterweight champ. He's fighting Freddy Green tonight.
He's not fighting anybody. He took a ten-count from that pole.
# Lady Luck and a four-leaf clover
# Won't ease this hurt I feel all over
# My life was one big special occasion
# Till you leave in depth with the situation
# Standing on shaky ground
# Ever since you put me down
# Standing on shaky ground
# Standing, standing on shaky ground
# Ever since you put me down... #
Did you see All My Children yesterday?
Johnny never misses it.
Johnny! Did that bitch leave the doctor?
Which bitch? Which doctor?
That little blonde dickbreaker.
The one who's always in a bad mood.
She left him.
- She left? - She took a hike.
Sorry, man.
What an idiot.
Anyway...
Yeah. Just a minute.
Phone call for you guys. Joe Domino.
What?
Joe Domino.
Joe Domino doesn't want to talk to me in five years.
- Not since the Garden. - You fucked up in the Garden.
Fuck you, I fucked up.
It's Joe Domino and Hank Goody from Vegas.
Gimme that.
- Hello. - Hank and Joe, fellas.
I got Artie here. You know, Joe's guy?
Hey, boys, it's Artie. How are you doing?
- Not too bad. Last time I was... - Fine, but...
Glad to hear it.
You know I speak for Joe Domino, right? We got...
This is Joe. You guys ever take a fight on short notice?
- How short? - Six o'clock tonight.
I need two guys who put on a good show.
- You guys never fought each other? - For money, you mean?
No. For goddamn amusement! Where's my coffee cup?
- In your hand, sir. - Don't say the Lord's name in vain.
My sincerest apology.
Now, if we can get out of Sunday school
I got a hundred grand for you guys to split,
but you gotta get your asses over here now.
You guys there?
Undercard to Tyson!
- You'll be seen in 109 countries. - 110.
- We are there. - No.
- Yeah. - No. We're not there.
Give us five minutes and call us back.
What are you doing?
Who are these over-the-hill fucks?!
What the hell are you doing? I mean, S0 grand!
When was the last time you had that kind of money?
This is nothing. We can make a better deal. I know these guys.
They wouldn't call if they didn't need us.
Nobody's wanted to see Vince in three years!
Nobody's wanted to see Cesar since the Garden! He fucked me there!
They think they're still names. They ain't names!
We are names to them. They need names on the undercard.
We are names to us. We are not names to them.
Answer me this. Why did you bulk up to 163?
I want another title shot and I've got a better chance at middleweight.
It's crowded in the division. That's why I dropped six pounds.
So this is it. The phone call. We got 'em by the cajolles.
Cojones. By the cojones.
Yeah, whatever. Look, boxing is not just about fighting,
it's also about business, so watch and learn.
You have to be a little bit...
Yeah.
All right, boys. It's Artie here.
Listen. We want a better deal.
I'll get two stiffs to bleed over each other. Artie, get me two bums.
No, no. It's OK.
We have been talking and the money's fine.
- There is something else... - This is Hank. What do you want?
Yes, Hank. Hi. Listen. We want a hundred grand each.
2S thousand each.
No. We want a hundred grand each and we are firm on this.
2S thousand. That's my final offer.
How could 2S be your final offer? You just said...
2S. 2S. OK.
Look. S0 is fine.
You got a deal. What else?
We want a trip to the Holy Land for two.
OK. For one.
And we want a donation to Mother Theresa's charity.
Fuck you!
Forget the whole thing!
The deal's off! I should never have called you guys in the first place!
Jesus Christ, Joe.
You got schmutz all over the phone.
There's only one thing we really need here and that is...
OK. We want a guaranteed title shot for the middleweight championship
for the winner of the fight between me and Cesar.
- Tell them to go fuck themselves. - Turn off the speaker.
Hold on for a second, boys. We'll be right back.
You know, I just want to cry.
How can you blow it so fast? How is that possible?
- This is the art of negotiation. - The art of negotiation?
What does it matter? These guys will fill the hour.
As long as Cesar doesn't do a Garden number on us.
Vince has never been stopped.
Whoever wins, the middleweight champ will eat like raw meat.
We'd have to get them ranked for the title shot,
but I don't see a problem.
We set aside 7S0,000 for Rosario and Green.
We saved ourselves a bundle.
Hell I could get Julie ranked with a phone call.
Julie's already ranked in my opinion.
Thank you.
Hit the goddamn button.
Vince, Cesar!
You there? You're smart guys.
I like smart guys. You got it.
- What did he say? - We got it.
We got it! Yes!
- Yes! - Yes!
OK. It's gotta say in the contract
''guaranteed title shot'' in the contract.
In language we can read. We don't like that lawyer bullshit.
And a translation into Spanish... for technical reasons.
Yeah. And, Joe, don't mess with us, OK?
The Bible warns ''the wicked shall fall by his own wickedness''. OK?
The contract will be clear.
Just get to the airport and we'll pick you up.
It's gonna be great, guys. Gonna be great.
Grace! You wanna go to Vegas?
- Vegas? - Yep.
I'd love Vegas. Why now?
- There's a big fight tonight. - You got tickets?
Actually, I don't need tickets because I am the one fighting.
Right. Who are you fighting?
I'm fighting him.
- You're fighting Vince? - I'm gonna kick his butt.
- In Vegas? - In Vegas.
- Tonight? - Tonight. Yes. That's right.
And you want me to go with you?
Of course I want you to come.
I need you. I need your eyes, your skin. I need your hair.
- You need my car. - I need your car.
I need your car too. I mean, we need your car.
Yeah.
There's a lot of money in Vegas.
Investment money.
I'm gonna look for some venture capital guys to back me.
You still trying to raise money for that dumb invention?
I have six patents and six patents pending -
one of which made me enough dough to buy my apartment house.
And we appreciate you taking us to Vegas. Thank you.
No problem.
Vegas is the fastest-growing city in America,
and I got people skills, so...
If you've got good people skills, how come you can't keep a man?
Honey, it's the men that can't keep me.
I am keeping you, sweetheart.
We'll see.
I think this trip is gonna be a good chance
for me to try my new system at roulette.
That's not a good idea, Vince, roulette.
No, this is a good idea.
You got black. You got red. It's a S0-S0 shot. Then if you...
Where are we going?
The geology's much prettier out here.
You can see the striations.
Fuck the striations! We gotta get to Vegas.
What is that idea you got about roulette?
- No. - OK. You got red.
You got black. There's a S0-S0 chance.
You miss a bet, you double up.
- It's fool-proof. - Key word - fool.
Grace, can you tell me again why are we in this road?
- Striations. - Striations.
Striations. Jesus Christ!
Ah. Dear Lord, I said your name in vain, I-I...
I fucked up... I messed up.
I won't do it again. Amen.
Very cool.
They're in a fucking car?!
Apparently, yeah.
Vince once had 14 car wrecks in 14 months.
Yeah, well Johnny said they're with Grace in her car.
- Vince don't even have a licence. - Grace?!
That wouldn't be Grace Pasic, would it?
- Yeah. - She's still with Vince? Amazing.
- Actually, she's with Cesar. - I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!
That chick always had a thing for middleweights, huh?
Hey, Bobby, Sal. Go draw up the usual contracts.
Cesar, we need to talk.
Baby, I'm not going anywhere. Let's talk.
- I think it's over. - What?
I think it's over between us.
Hey, mi vida. What do you mean?
Well let's face it. It was a fling.
- Nothing more. - No, no. It wasn't a fling to me.
A fling that could have developed into something, but didn't.
Oh, shit. We are just getting started.
No. We're just wrapping it up.
Don't I have anything to say in this?
No.
Baby. Baby, I love you. Come on, you are the only one.
You are the one and only.
- Don't grovel. No grovelling. - Is this final?
Well nothing's ever final.
I said I think it's over.
I didn't say I ''feel'' it's over, which would have been more serious.
Much more serious.
But when the thoughts start swirling around, you gotta pay attention.
You know? Besides, you...
You don't love me.
But I'm getting there, you know. Step by step, little by little.
Honey, it's too late.
# Oh, why?
# Baby, why are you so mean to me? #
Pull over.
It's always the same thing...
Is it something I said?
Oh, no. That has nothing to do with you.
He always cries the day of a fight.
He's fine.
So what happened to him in the Garden?
Well that's up for him to tell you,
but I don't think he wants to talk about it.
I don't know if I can fight him.
You know, I'm afraid I'm going to freeze up and pull my punches.
We're tight.
It's like the worst thing you want to feel in the ring is compassion.
Vince, all you need is the bell.
Uh. It feels unnatural.
Let's go!
Come on.
We've drawn up new contracts on Boudreau and Dominguez.
You sure you want to guarantee a title shot to one of these bums?
I promised. If that means anything.
Well we'll fake it.
We drew up two sets of papers.
One of them uses language we can get out of if we want.
The other also has language we can get out of, but it's less obvious.
They'll reject one, accept the other. They're happy. We're happy.
Hank, get our ''name'' fighters some legal.
Dante, is your licence still good?
Uh, it was recently reinstated.
Good. You are now the attorney for Vince Boudreau and Cesar Dominguez.
Well what's my fee?
We don't report you to the State Bar for jury tampering,
extortion, paying off State Senators,
sexual harassment,
- land fraud... - Fair enough. Fair enough.
It's a good deal.
I'll be more than happy to represent these two fine young men.
So when did this Jesus thing start?
Oh, well you know. I was raised religious.
Sunday school Bible study, guilt.
The whole bit.
But I realised that the Church was misrepresenting Jesus
because Jesus was all about not judging,
and they were judging everybody.
So as soon as I figured out
that the church was a bunch of hypocrites, I...
I started focusing on having fun.
Yeah. So I partied, had a couple of girls, had a couple of wrecks...
- A couple? - A couple of dozen.
You know, I was wild. This was around the time I met you.
Yeah.
We had a good run, didn't we?
We were pretty crazy.
Yeah, well...
Right after you left me, I ran into a tree,
going 7S.
I was so wasted, I don't remember a thing
till I was lying in a pool of blood and gasoline
with the car resting on my head.
I figured it's my time, but then I look up and who do I see?
Jesus.
And He's unmistakable, right.
And He's looking down at me and He's smiling,
like everything's OK.
And then He lifted the car off my head.
It was. You know, I see Him from time to time.
What's He look like?
Well just like in the pictures.
Same deal.
Well if you see Him sometime, would you point Him out to me?
Oh, yeah. Sure.
You believe in that, don't you? The whole battle between good and evil?
Sometimes.
Sometimes I'm not in the mood.
Sometimes I'm in the mood for a warm bath, a fresh robe,
a glass of wine,
and to be left alone.
I love church music.
Church music is too good for the church.
Jesus was too good for the church, if you ask me.
He shook things up. He was an anarchist, you know?
He threw the money-lenders out of the temple.
When He comes back he'll torch the Vatican.
Vince, come on!
Well whatever.
Sometimes I miss you, Vince.
Sometimes I miss you.
You know my mom died.
No, I didn't.
I'm sorry.
She liked you the best of all my boyfriends.
But you didn't.
I'm looking for something else.
I don't know what. The right man?
The right career?
The right circumstance?
I don't know. But I'm looking for something.
Maybe you're looking for Jesus.
No.
I am not looking for Jesus.
I'm looking for money.
0ne, two...
three, four,
five, six, seven...
Guys...
I have come to the conclusion
that I am a truly under-appreciated fighter
and human being.
I love you, man.
I do. I love all Mexicans.
I love Mexicans too, but I am a Spaniard.
You speak Mexican, right?
Mexicans speak Spanish from Spain.
- You're from Madrid? - Yeah.
And Madrid is in Mexico, right?
Sure. Yeah.
And besides, I understand Mexicans are neighbours,
but what the hell did Spanish people ever do to deserve to be here?
- Well we discovered this land. - Italians discovered it.
- Who paid for the trip? - Do you have your green card?
- Of course I have my green card. - Let me see it.
Guys! Guys! Cool it!
Get out of here, man!
What happened to you at the Garden?
Grace, the sun is gonna kill us.
- Can you get this top up? - Good idea.
We shouldn't be in the sun too long.
The sun is good for you.
I'm going to stay in Vegas a few days to make some business contacts,
so you guys can take the car home.
I'll treat it like it was my own.
Cesar's driving.
What did you want to do in Las Vegas alone?
I can take care of myself.
- It's stuck. - Yeah. She does that sometimes.
- Be gentle. - Yeah, right.
Hey, hey, hey! Not with our hands. Save our hands for tonight.
Then elbow the son-of-a-bitch like you'll be doing me.
I am not a dirty fighter, all right?
It's not dirty to elbow on the inside.
Like I've been showing you.
Roberto Duran had the best elbows in the business.
Careful man.
Get off the paint job! That's Sassy Grass green!
You gotta coax it.
Come on. Come on, sweetie.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby. That's it.
Atta girl.
Now, you see? You see that?
She's really, really behaving weird with me. I don't understand that.
Well get used to it, man. I've had that my whole...
- It's an advantage to you. - Let it go.
I don't have time to let it go.
- That's all you can do. - Yeah. You got six years.
You wanna hang on to it?
You've got a big night tonight. Don't hang on to it.
So let's talk about the Garden.
He don't want to talk about the Garden.
You're leaving me and you're asking me something like that?
Well I'm curious. I want to know.
All right. Fine. Don't tell me. I won't ask you again.
You know, there were not enough tough fights in Europe.
Boxing environment - there was almost none.
That's why I moved from Madrid to Philadelphia.
The best fighters in the whole world are from Philadelphia.
If two guys you've never heard of are fighting each other
and one of them is from there,
you bet on him. Isn't that right?
Oh, that's true.
So I was 23 years old.
I was 19 and 0 with 16 knockouts.
And I had the best management. I had the Duvas in my corner.
I was on the cover of Ring Magazine. Remember?
True.
And this...this mother-fucker...
Joe Domino came calling.
He was one of the biggest promoters of all of them.
He told me that if I left the Duvas and signed with him,
he would give me a title shot in Madison Square Garden.
New York. You imagine what that means?
- You know? - Right.
The Duvas were pretty upset.
They said I was a couple of years away, that I needed more experience,
and they were probably right.
I broke from the Duvas and signed with Domino.
I was ready.
In the red corner, the challenger,
with a record of 19 wins and no losses,
16 by knockout,
from Philadelphia, by way of Madrid, Spain -
Cesar ''El Califa'' Dominguez!
The guy in the Garden - after he says your name he says it again.
He says, ''Dominguez. Dom-in-guez!''
It was so cool just to hear your name so big,
in front of so many people.
Oh, my God, so good. So good.
The champion didn't look like much.
Roberto Velario!
And I didn't care. I was ready.
I beat tougher guys in Philadelphia.
All right. Touch 'em up. All right. Good luck.
Cesar, listen. This next 36 minutes is going to change your life.
If you've never listened, you listen now. You understand?
- Yeah. - We prepared for this.
This guy is not as young as you.
He can't stay 12 rounds, but he can think and he can set you up.
He's gonna throw a few jabs at you, shoot a right hand in front of you.
It's a fake right hand. The left hook is the danger.
Don't let him move you back to your right.
Not even for a second. If you do, it's gonna be over. Understand?
Go out there now and let's get a title.
Let's go. Come on.
So the champion comes out and then...
then I start circling to my left,
keeping my left foot outside his right foot.
Just like the guy says, he fires a jab.
Nothing. Then another jab. Nothing. And another one.
Nothing. Then a straight right hand.
And I slip it, and here it comes - the left hook.
Just like the guy said.
Nothing. Hit my shoulder. Powder puff.
- Powder puff? - Nothing on it. You can hit harder.
In fact, you have hit harder.
Don't go there.
Amen!
So I continue circling a bit, sizing him up now.
You gotta understand something about this guy Velario.
He's got a sweet face.
A little smile almost.
So another couple of jabs.
Just little flicks. Don't do nothing.
And I stop circling for a millionth of a second.
Yeah.
And here it comes - a straight right hand -
but the guy did a movement like this and pulls it back.
And...and that's it.
That's the feinted overhand right my guy told me about.
And I am thinking...
because sometimes in the ring, all time stops
and you can think.
You can see everything in slow motion...
Time stops.
And I am thinking...
this guy...this guy ain't got shit, you know?
And then I'm thinking the other thing my guy told me.
That it's over.
That it's over. You know?
Cesar, get up!
Get up, you Mexican mother-fucker! Get up!
I pick up the count at five, and I got to one knee...
I'll get up at eight or nine... And I thought I got up at nine.
- Six, seven... - Get the fuck up!
Eight, nine, ten...
You're out.
I'm all right!
You piece of shit!
Get him outta here.
But I didn't.
I could not hear too good. I...
I couldn't hear too good.
You know, you gotta play things all the way.
- To the bone. - Yeah.
You gotta play it to the bone.
And I thought I was.
I mean, it's just like the blink of an eye.
You take your eyes off the road and then you're in a car crash.
37 seconds! That's how much I lasted.
Well your fight was over, but your life wasn't over.
Yeah. But they thought that I could have beaten the count.
They thought I was waiting till ten to get up, so it would look like
I tried to beat the count, but I failed.
I swear on my father's grave
that I couldn't hear the count.
- I couldn't. - Mother-fucker.
Joe Domino told everybody I quit.
He said that I have no heart.
Domino's a dick.
- Yeah, but he's the man. - Yeah. The man's a dick.
You know something?
Velario was a fag.
- Really? - No?
Yeah. Men, women, whatever, man.
I got beat by a fag.
There's a lot of fags in boxing.
There's not a lot of fags in boxing.
Sure there are. More than average.
What is your proof of that?
What's your proof of Jesus?
- My proof... - Proof just confuses instincts.
- What the hell are you saying? - Never mind.
You know...
after Velario knocked me out,
I became a fag for a while.
What?
Let's back this up. What did you just say?
I told you. I told you already.
You told me jack! You're telling me you're a fag?
Oh, no, no. I was for a little while.
I experimented with a lot of things.
Experiment? Grace, did you know about this?
Sure I knew.
I mean, it only lasted for a year. I didn't dig it.
If you didn't dig it, why didn't you quit after five seconds?
You know, I got a dick up my ass,
I don't need a fucking year to figure out if I like it.
Well I was trying things, you know?
You got humiliated by a fag,
you figure that maybe he knows things that you don't know!
I get knocked stupid by some fag,
it doesn't make me want to suck some dick!
- Lighten up! - Jesus!
Dear Lord, I just said your name in vain. Please forgive me.
I was... I looked after you. Why didn't you tell me about this?
Because I thought you'd go off like you just did.
- It's not your fucking business. - Not my business?
Christ! I never got arrested for assault and battery, dealing...
- The drug charges were dropped! - I'm sorry!
Guys, cool it!
Calm down!
My best friend's a fag.
- Goddamnit! - Goddamnit!
- What's the hold-up, man? - I don't know.
So this is a total blow-out, man.
Jesus Christ! Fix it!
- I can't fix it. I don't know how. - You're so incompetent!
I don't care. It's a stupid car!
It's not a stupid car. I paid $100,000 for it.
- It doesn't work! Call Triple A. - Triple A? What is Triple A?
Oh, my God! If you don't know what Triple A is, you are stupid!
Where are you going?
You said you were going to rock my world in Vegas.
What about our sexy trip to sin city?
Hey, what can I do for you?
Waffles. I'll have a lot of waffles and some oatmeal. Need them carbs.
Yeah, me too. Waffles and oatmeal.
OK.
Sugar Ray Robinson, the greatest fighter of all time,
you know what he used to have before he fought?
Glass of blood. He used to have it every couple of days for weeks
in training camp before he fought.
With the waffles, I'll have a glass of blood.
- Large or small? - Large.
You know, we're out of blood.
Out of blood. What kind of joint is this?
I'll have um...
- Oatmeal. - Oatmeal.
And waffles.
- Good. - Where's your ladies' room?
Restroom's outside.
Excuse me.
Miss you already.
Hey, you should have told me you were a fag, man.
I am not a fag just because I tried some things a few years ago.
- Some things? - Yeah. Some things.
You ever hear that saying,
''A man builds a thousand bridges and sucks one dick.
''To the world he's not a bridgebuilder, he's a cocksucker''?
No. I never heard that old expression.
It's well known.
Can you take a camomile tea and just take your rosary,
and go outside and pray and leave me alone?
You know what? Your jab don't scare me.
Your fucking left hook doesn't mean shit to me. It's a limp dick.
Why are you having waffles? You never have waffles.
You're having waffles, I'm having waffles.
I teach you. Now you gotta eat what I eat?
Exactly. You told me to copy the great ones and study the great ones.
- So I am having waffles! - Kiss my ass!
Well I might do that.
Since you shaved your head, you look so pretty and I love you so much.
I knew it. I knew it. You're still a fag!
- You are obsessed with that. - I'm not!
That's what'll happen to you. That'll happen to you.
I'm obsessed with one thing and one thing only.
That's getting another title shot. I can beat Campas.
Yeah, but you cannot beat me to get to Campas, so who gives a shit?
I wish you believed in Jesus Christ, you'd feel less depressed...
- OK. Who had the waffles? - We all did. How tough is that?!
You guys hate each other yet?
You don't have to hate another man in order to destroy him.
It's just the sport of it, right?
Right.
Good.
Let's eat.
Excuse me.
You're excused.
If you had to bet on tonight's fight...
who do you think is gonna win? Me or Vince?
No bullshit about it. I need you to be straight with me. Me or Vince?
He's gonna kick your ass.
- No. - Too much experience.
I'm quicker.
He can take a punch.
He'll slip your jab, work your body, and he's a great counter-puncher.
I'm sorry, Cese. Just circle to the left and you'll be OK.
Circle to the left.
Yeah.
Well...
But who is the better lover?
Me or Vince?
No contest.
You.
All right!
Stay right there.
Stay right there!
Grace, come here.
Come here. Hurry, damnit.
Well I am the better lover.
What is it?
He was here.
- Who? - Jesus. He was right here.
Jesus?
- Maybe He's hiding. - He doesn't hide.
Shit.
- Jesus! - What happened?
- We missed Jesus. - Oh, right!
- Shit! - Oh, right!
Fuck you!
Jesus was hanging out behind the Mad Greek Restaurant
in Baker, California,
halfway between Death Valley and Las Vegas!
- It's as good a place as any! - Right!
I believe you.
- She believes me! - She's a girl!
- I'm a woman! - She's a woman!
You have to carry a video camera to record these sightings, you know?
It's not a fucking UFO. It's the Son of God!
And if you're Spanish-Mexican, you're Catholic,
and you've gotta believe in the Virgin of Guadalupe
who appeared S00 years ago, not 2,000 miles from this very spot!
I'm an atheist! Thank God!
- No shit? - No shit, so give me a break!
Oh, I'll give you a fucking break.
I'll break your fucking nose.
What the finger means?
- Guys! - Tell me, huh?
Hey! All right!
For fuck's sake, save it for Vegas! You got a title shot and S0 grand!
What are you thinking?
Five hours, you gotta wait.
Yeah. $S0,000, man.
- That's a lot of money. - Yeah.
The title shot. The title shot.
I can wait a couple of hours.
Just don't tell me I don't see Jesus when I see Jesus.
- All right. - And who cares if he saw Jesus?
And who cares if he sucked some dick?
I didn't suck no dick!
I don't want any details, OK? No details.
Shake hands.
I said, shake hands, for Christ's sake!
Goddamnit!
Now let's eat some waffles.
It's rejected.
What?
Your credit card. Do you have another?
No. I paid my bills. Just run it through again.
I ran it through three times. It's dead.
- It's good. - It's bad.
- I pay my bills! - I'm calling the owner.
Fine, call him, but don't say I don't pay my bills!
Why don't you just pay cash for it?
I don't have any cash! I'll get cash in Vegas.
- Guys! - Yeah?
Pay the cheque.
We left Los Angeles in such a hurry...
- I lent you 20 in the back seat. - You don't have any money?
We need gas!
I guess you guys are in trouble, then, ain't ya?
- I'll write a cheque. It's fine. - No cheques.
- I'm calling the cops. - Don't. We have to get to Vegas.
I'll pay the bill.
I need a ride to Vegas. I'll pay for the gas.
Just leave the top down so I can get some sun.
Anybody got any coke? I could use some glow.
No cokeheads in this car. Just former cokeheads.
You got any weed?
All right. Uh...no.
Boy, you guys are squares.
Anybody want to fuck?
Honey...
- Just relax. - I just want a little fun.
Just relax.
Hey, check it out.
Little Miss Asia. What do you think?
Muy callentita!
Muy callentita...
Whatever. You know what?
I love black hair, black eyes...
I think that's why things didn't work out between me and Grace.
Aside from the fact she dumped me, she doesn't have dark hair.
It makes me a lunatic, you know. Black hair.
Just see those white panties come sliding down,
there's that jet-black bush saying, ''Hi, there''.
Well personally, I don't care what colour it is, you know?
I gotta have her.
Well maybe after the fight, you guys could hook up.
No, no, no, no. Now.
Now?
- Now. - We're fighting in...
Grace, how long till the fight?
- About five hours. - Five hours, man.
I'm talking about a quickie here.
I thought we were not supposed to get laid for weeks before a fight.
Says who?
Everybody knows that, you know. It's an energy thing.
All the great ones got laid before they fought.
- The more the better, man. - You never told me that.
I thought you knew, man.
The words go together - ''champion'' and ''pussy''.
The whole thing. It's a natural.
Jesus Christ!
Hey, please...
I'm sorry about that.
Anyway, I've gotta have this chick and, obviously, she ain't picky.
You know what?
If you're getting laid, I'm getting laid.
What?
- Yeah. - Look, this ain't like waffles.
Just 'cause I do it, you gotta do it.
I don't want you to have any advantage tonight.
Good luck, OK? Because Grace has checked out on you.
- She's feeling it. - Maybe not.
- Maybe so. - Maybe not.
- Maybe so. - We'll see.
- Yeah. We'll see. - Yeah.
So what's your name again?
Oh, Lia. That's beautiful.
I couldn't help but notice your outfit. It's...
- Thanks. I made that skirt myself. - Really?
Can I just touch that? Oh, that's nice.
- Any word on the undercard guys? - Nothing.
- Tyson? - He's at home. He's ready to go.
- And Rustikov? - He's scared to death.
Who's my date for the fight tonight? I can't keep track of these things.
Your wife.
- My wife? - Yeah.
With the cameras, I figured your wife would be a good call.
My wife.
You're right.
Good call.
# I must tell Jesus
# I cannot bear
# These burdens alone... #
I used to have the 1970 426 Hemi Cuda - the Pink Panther.
490 foot pounds of torque in a 3,800 package.
I got it in my first divorce.
Smells like freedom.
Then I traded it straight up for a GTO Ram Air Three.
You don't come across those very often.
# Oh, Jesus
# Yes, I love him
# I cannot bear
# These burdens alone... #
Who'd have thought the Oldsmobile would come up with a muscle car.
It's unbelievable.
Listen to this.
I'd say that's beautiful.
I don't trust a quiet car.
Oh, I am so hungry for you, man.
You're so hungry for me, man? What does that mean?
It means that I want you.
To make love. Sex. You know? Now?
Go get me a quart of 30-weight.
- What? - 30-weight. Motor oil. Over there.
Yeah.
''I'm hungry for you, man''?
That ain't gonna make too many women hot.
Goddamnit!
Can't we have a final moment?
A final moment?
Yeah. A final screw.
A farewell fuck.
- No. - Why not?
I'm not interested.
A hand job? A blow job? A chicka chicka boom boom?
Cesar, it was a nice three months together.
Six. It was six months, honey.
But only three were nice.
I mean, somebody tell me why that...that...
Christian is getting laid, and a heathen like me is not!
He's getting laid?
You know what? You are too quick for me.
I'm completely off-balance now.
Why don't you leave me tomorrow?
I'm angry and I'm confused now.
You fight better confused.
# Jesus! He's my saviour
# Oh, Jesus! #
No, no...
Where are you going?
I gotta. I can't.
I gotta... I gotta save something for tonight.
Oh, no, no, no. Come back here and take care of me.
It's nothing personal.
It's just I gotta get to Vegas.
Well I gotta get somewhere else!
What kinda man are you?
It ain't a manly thing. It's nothing to do with manly.
- It's just... - Hey, you lovebirds!
What?
We gotta hit the road.
Five more minutes, baby.
- See? We gotta... - Five more, baby?
OK. Five minutes!
Three.
OK. OK.
All right.
- Let's take care of you. - Ooh, yeah.
- Ooh, right there. - OK.
Oh, yeah, that's good.
- Ooh, keep going. - So where are you from?
Vietnam? China? Korea?
No. From Monterey Park.
Oh, what high school?
Oh! Alhambra High.
- Till I dropped out. - Alhambra High?
- You know Rob Moran? - Uh-uh.
- Clem Franny? - Oh, yeah.
Clem was a senior when I was a freshman.
Right. He was in band.
And what about Doc Lawrence?
Did you have him as a teacher?
Oh, yeah. Two-finger Doc. Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I overreacted and...
You know me, I have my ups and downs.
That's OK.
And I didn't mean what I said.
We had an amazing three months together.
And two were pretty good.
What are you going to do after you quit boxing?
Have you thought about it?
No. Not really.
Well you oughta maybe, you know.
Vince is going to become a preacher...
minister or carpenter.
We know a contractor in South Gate's got a job for us.
I mean, if I become the world champion,
there'll be more opportunities.
Yeah.
But I wouldn't lose the name of the contractor, you know?
Just in case.
Vince wrote it down.
And if Vince tries to drag you in his roulette wheel system,
don't listen to him.
I feel good!
I got a baby joint. Anybody got a light?
No, no. No marijuana here.
We might get some in our hair and fail the drug test
and have to give the money back. Forget it. No way.
Drug test? Where are you guys going?
- We're going to a fight. - Who's fighting?
We are fighting. We are fighting each other.
- Why? - Because they pay us.
We are professionals.
Then why aren't you flying, huh?
It's fast. It's cheap.
You know, we like the countryside. They got a lot of striations.
Striations out there in the countryside.
- The countryside sucks. - We like it.
Hey, are you famous?
Well I used to be.
I was ranked seventh in the world for over a year by Ring Magazine.
Hey, I wanna go to the fight.
We got no tickets.
That never stopped me. Hey, are you famous?
I was ranked tenth until I went to the Garden.
What happened at the Garden?
None of your business.
You're such a bitch.
That's it, you little junkie tart!
I didn't like you from the moment I met you!
If I say it's none of your business,
it's none of your fucking business!
- Just everybody relax. - All right!
So how come you're not famous any more?
It's none of your fucking business.
He got robbed. That's what happened to him.
I got robbed.
I got fucking robbed.
The champion was Skeeter Lewis.
He'd been ducking me since I clocked him as an amateur.
I beat him three times in the Golden Glove.
Skeeter was quick. Quick as a cat.
But I got him in my kind of fight.
I got him on the inside,
and I put a terrible hurt on that man.
I wore his kidneys out all night.
He was pissing blood for a week, he told me.
I figure out of the 12 rounds, I won nine easy.
Maybe I won 'em all.
Plus I knocked him down in the eighth.
I'm on the verge...
of being World Champion.
Ladies and gentleman, here is the decision of the judges.
Judge Wiley Braden scores the bout 98 Boudreau, 9S Lewis.
Judge Arman Butterworth has it scored
97 Lewis...
96 Boudreau...
Lewis? Lewis? I'm going crazy.
Ray Charles could call the fight better.
You know that mother-fucking judge is in the promoter's pocket.
But there's one more judge and he's got to give it to me.
And judge Lou DeBello scores
97 Boudreau, 97 Lewis...
The decision is a draw.
I kicked your ass!
You fixed it!
A draw.
You know what happens with a draw?
The champ stays the champ. That's what fucking happens.
Well that's not fair.
Fair?
Nothing's fair. Nothing.
The only shot I got left...
..is winning tonight.
That is not going to happen, you know?
We'll see.
Yeah.
There's the deal.
Bullshit! That's bullshit!
Here is the decision of the judges.
The decision is a draw.
Get up!
Lights!
Hey, Marc. Marc.
Yeah. You gotta work with me on this.
I mean, if they're breathing, you gotta sanction it.
If they're standing, you gotta sanction it.
OK. If they know their ABCs up to...F.
What's happening?
Pit stop. Vegas is down the road.
Hey, why are we stopping?
I'm gonna freshen up for the fight.
Aw, come on. Let's keep going. We're almost there.
Don't whine. I hate whining.
Right there!
I feel like a bag of dirt.
A woman can't go to a fight without looking like a lady.
Bag of dirt?
Hey, Little Miss Dirt Bag!
- What was that? - Dirt bag.
How old are you?
Twenty.
In another five years,
you'll be sucked out, fucked out, doped out, looking for a handout.
Ah, but what a five years!
It's a choice. Go for it.
Excuse me.
I said, excuse me.
I'm going to the ladies' room.
I bet 2S on East.
2S on Grace.
All right.
What is it?
I just don't like you.
I don't like you either.
Are you all right?
You all right?
Come on.
Get the fuck off me, asshole!
I'm just trying to help. Come on.
Where were you five minutes ago, butthead?
- I was watching. - Fucking yellow...
- You're bleeding... - Get off of me!
- You want some? Huh?! - No. I...
Hey, bitch! Don't forget I bought you...
I bought you gas and waffles!
You want to freshen up? Freshen up this!
What are you looking at, Kojak?!
Fucking asshole!
You think you got something? You got nothing! Like that!
Hey, hold on!
I need a lift.
What you need, honey? Let me give you a hand.
- Fuck off! - Bye.
I'm gonna miss her.
Bye-bye, Madame Butterfly.
She was nice.
What did she mean by this?
No. She meant like that.
That's not too big either.
- Flaccid. - OK. Whatever.
# Look out, baby
# I'm in a dangerous mood
# Look out, baby
# I'm in a dangerous mood
# I just called up the boss man
# Told me where to go and just what to do
# Call me crazy
# I did what I had to do
# You can call me crazy... #
Oh, my!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my goddess.
I was overmatched with her.
- Yeah, you were. - You too.
Any guy in with any girl is a mismatch from the start.
We're just not equipped to go the distance.
We lost our friend, huh?
- No. - Yeah.
So? How do I look?
- No count, baby. - Knockout. Incredible.
I mean, really, really unbelievable, beautiful. Yeah.
- You rode most of the way. - No. Excuse me. No, no.
Will you get in the back?
We have to respect things the way they are.
- Go ahead. - Thank you.
- All right! Where you been? - Hey, how are you?
Cesar? Rudy. Hey, Vince.
Who the hell is this?
That's my girlfriend, Grace.
That was your girlfriend.
- I'm Grace. Hi. - Grace, I'm Rudy.
We have a special VIP ticket for you.
And Hank Goody would like you to join him in his pre-fight suite.
Wait. What's going on here?
I gotta get these guys to the doctor. We need their physical.
The Commissioner's waiting to certify them.
- Can I have a word with the lady? - But quick, huh?
- What? - Go get 'em, champ.
You keep your hands off my girlfriend.
- Ex-girlfriend. - I don't trust you.
- Ex. - Well it's not official yet.
What's up?
You...You think I can take him?
I think he's too quick for you. And he wants it real bad.
Yeah.
Still er...
I'm the better lover, right?
No contest.
I still love you, you know that?
I know.
So that's your girlfriend?
Yeah, yeah. It's my girlfriend. It's my girlfriend.
What? They're talking. They're friends. They can talk.
You better go.
Hey, hey! I can see you.
I can see you.
You better go.
What the heck is that?
- Nothing. - Nothing? You were touching her.
You were kissing her right in front of me.
- You want to fight? - Yeah. Let's fight.
They passed the physical.
The Commissioner sanctioned the whole thing.
We're home free. Bye.
Hank, I have someone I'd like you to meet.
This is Grace.
She's got some great product ideas and she's looking for investors.
- I'm Hank Goody. - Mr Goody.
Hank, to you. I'm always interested in investment opportunities.
What do you have?
I have a prototype for a new man's sock. I have one in here.
What separates this sock from other socks
is its unique design.
It has a silk ankle,
but it's attached to a cotton athletic boot.
For those men who suffer from athlete's foot
and can't have unnatural fibres or colour dyes on their feet.
- But still wanna look sharp. - Exactly.
- Rudy. - Yeah.
What else have you got?
I have a periscope for watching TV in bed
endorsed by the Chiropracter's Association of America.
- A periscope? - A periscope.
Maybe we should find a bed and try out that thing.
I'm not that easy.
Lamps, Lamps. Al.
- How are you? - How you guys doing?
Look. I need a little help.
I don't give a rat's ass what the papers say tomorrow,
but I wanna look good tonight.
- Two over-the-hill white guys? - One's not white. He's...
- Spanish. - Latino.
Joe, I don't care what you call him. Both these guys should retire.
They'll do great. But because of the tragedy to...
- Rosario. - Rosario.
And the tragedy of substance abuse et cetera...
Maybe after you do a little elegy thing,
you could put the best face on the substitute bout. I need Ratner.
Didn't Dominguez have a detached retina in his left eye?
Not true... Hey, Mark. It's Joe.
- Can he see? - Come on. Just a little spin here.
Vince! Cesar!
How you guys doing? The physical went great.
Let me have your valuables. Put 'em in here.
Wallet, watches, jewellery.
I left my wallet in Los Angeles.
- What about this? You want this? - Yeah.
Put it in there. I'll take good care of it.
OK. There you go.
Thank you.
I got you some great corner men, since I know on such short notice,
you might be a little unprepared.
So you care who's in your corner?
- Well actually... - Good. Lupe, you're with Vince.
Jesse, you got Cesar.
The rest of you guys just work it out, OK?
Great cut man, by the way. Great cut man.
Listen. The main thing is the contract. The title shot.
That's fundamental for us.
- Sure, sure. - The title shot?
Of course. I'll bring it to your dressing room.
Vince, you're in there. Cesar, you're in here. Let's go.
Yeah. Let's go.
Good. Great. Gonna be great.
You look strong, kid.
I can't read too good.
Vince, you were reading the Bible a minute ago.
I can read the Bible good,
but I can't read other stuff too good.
- He's not going to sign. - Don't worry about that.
Stop it. Stop it.
Should I sign this?
You got no choice, man.
Sign.
OK. Where?
- I'll show you. Just be cool OK? - Yeah, yeah.
Hey... OK. Looks good. I'll sign.
I got one word for you and I got it five times.
No, no, no, no and no!
OK, asshole? Hang on.
Cesar, my man! How long has it been?
Good trip? Everything OK?
- Been a while, eh? - You know how long.
The Garden, right? Fuck the Garden.
Fuck the Garden. You're here. That's what counts.
Meet your attorney, Dante Solomon.
- It's a pleasure. - This is your attorney, right?
- He's yours. - I'm yours.
- He's all yours. - Do I get a choice?
There's no time.
Dante is one of the finest people I have ever been associated with.
He was the Man of the Year 12 years ago.
- Eleven years ago. - Seems like yesterday, huh?
These contracts are sound. I studied them.
The only thing that matters to me is the middleweight title shot.
Oh, sure. It's right here. Look. See?
''Within a six-month period,
''as sanctioned by the world's boxing ruling bodies,'' et cetera.
And what is all of this other S0 pages here?
This is crossing the Ts, dotting the Is.
You gotta sign a few more things.
- Why all of this is necessary? - Goddamnit!
Goddamnit, Cesar, because I said so!
I've been thinking about you, Joe, for the last five years.
I did not take a dive in the Garden.
I just got caught, like many fighters get caught.
It happens every day, all around the world.
You took a dive.
Like you were looking for the bottom of the swimming pool
in Beverly Hills, you fucking punk.
You embarrassed me. Now, this is your chance to redeem yourself.
The only reason you're getting that chance
is because one guy's doped up and one guy's in the fucking morgue.
OK?
No. Don't do that.
Sign.
What? No, you're a dog, mother-fucker.
Your fighters are dogs. Your whole stable's a dog. Fuck you!
Sign, Cesar. Cesar, sign.
Please, sign, huh?
Where? Where?
So I go to the bathroom at 2 am.
I don't know if the bathroom's in back or front.
He says, ''How much longer we got to do this?''
I says, ''The first one that pees in a closet, we're off the road.''
See ya, Steve.
Good to see you, Hank.
Bobby. Sal.
Where are you staying?
I don't have a place yet, actually.
See that she gets the key to the Pago Pago suite.
- You got it. - That's really not necessary.
Hey. It's my hotel.
..Alexei Rustikov.
we're live at the fabulous Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino...
The fight's starting. We'd better go.
I don't go down until the main event.
Rudy will escort you to the fight,
and I'll see you at the party afterwards.
Rudy, take care of Gracie here and make sure she gets to the party.
Absolutely.
That's Grace, Mr Goody. It's Grace.
It's Hank, Grace. It's Hank.
See ya later.
So, Vince, you know anything about this Dominguez?
This guy you're fighting?
Don't worry about it. We'll figure him out for ya.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
Larry, Rustikov has beaten a lot of guys whose names we don't know.
Does that make him a threat against Tyson?
Jim, 11S countries have bought the television rights for this event,
hoping that Rustikov can and will fight Tyson.
But read my lips in 11S languages.
No refunds.
I got it. No refunds. No recriminations.
No regrets. No recourse. That's the sport we know so well.
Two-time heavyweight champion, George Foreman,
here to tell us more about Tyson.
He's had a lot of bad movies in his life. Could this be a good one?
He's still got that powerful punch. What can I say?
We'll find out a little bit later on,
but first, a fascinating preliminary bout.
A last-minute, once-in-a-lifetime chance
for two guys who've come in in the past 24 hours.
Let's get ready for the battle between...
They're telling me Tyson has entered the arena. We'll take a look now.
Hey, Cesar. It's time.
Let's go, Jess.
You look good, kid.
Let me check him.
All clean.
Let me check.
All clean.
Be strong. You can do it.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, we go to the middleweight division.
This is a substitution for our semi-main event.
Introducing first, in the red corner,
weighing in at 163 pounds,
with a professional record of 32 victories, six losses,
and five draws.
A native of Madrid, by way of Philadelphia,
and now fighting out of Los Angeles, California.
Here is Cesar ''El Califa'' Dominguez!
And his opponent across the ring,
fighting out of the blue corner,
weighing in at 166 and one half pounds,
with a fine record of 42 victories, eleven losses,
and nine draws.
Here's the former number one ranked super middleweight in the world,
also fighting out of Los Angeles, California,
here is Vince Boudreau!
Gentlemen, you've received instructions in your dressing rooms
and I expect you to keep your punches up. Any questions?
Now, I want a clean fight.
Protect yourselves at all times. Obey my commands at all times.
Touch gloves. Let's go.
Listen. I know this guy and he's lost his speed.
All right? Stay away from his left.
He hits like a mule. Stay away from the left.
They say this guy's got a good jab, but he's open for the left hook.
Let's go.
Round One begins.
We're told that Boudreau is a pretty good body puncher,
so you might look for him to start working to the rib cage early.
I like the footwork.
You can see that these are real professional fighters, George.
Both of them with 12-1S years of solid experience in this sport.
Boudreau looking for a way to get his jab in against Dominguez
who, for the moment, controls the action.
There's a terrific left hook! Down goes Dominguez!
Shades of Dominguez's one title shot five years ago
against Roberto Velario in Madison Square Garden...
Get up! Come on! Tie him up and clear your head.
Four, five...
You said you'd make me proud. Come on, Cesar, get up.
And he's up!
You OK? Walk to me.
Dominguez will continue. So one knock-down already
for Vince Boudreau.
Boudreau, hoping to make a big splash in front of this crowd,
moves in to try to finish.
Second knock-down on a straight right hand!
- Get up! Please, Cesar, get up! - Down goes El Califa again.
How could you do that, Vince? Get up!
The three knock-down rule is in effect.
- You can do it! - Four...
- Get up! - Five, six...
Seven, eight...
Round One of the scheduled ten.
Dominguez trying to make it up from the second of his knock-downs already
at the hands of Vince Boudreau.
And Dominguez gets up.
But now obviously shaken.
A monster left hook. A solid straight right hand.
We wonder how he'll make it out of the round.
- Good work to the body. - Tie him up!
Referee looking closely.
Boudreau closing in again.
Dominguez firing the jabs to try to survive.
Dominguez getting his feet under him...
now hits a couple of big punches.
That'll do it! Dominguez makes it out of the first round,
despite two knock-downs already.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
It's OK. Relax.
OK. He's out on his feet, but you got careless.
Stay focused and you got him.
You gotta stay away from his left. All right?
You want us to throw in the towel?
- No way! No way! - All right. OK.
Don't give up the jab.
The hook comes off the jab, you know that.
OK. Keep throwing combinations, then he'll open up for the big one.
- Stay away from his left. - Combinations.
- Double up on those jabs. - Double up, bust him up, he's out.
Stay away from that left.
Cesar, don't slug it out! Stick and move!
Box him. Box him.
All right. Stay focused. Stay focused, OK?
It's my understanding, Jim, they drove down here.
That must have been an interesting drive.
Too bad they didn't tell us about it.
Used to be the only way to get around.
Now Dominguez firing the jabs!
It's about time. And Boudreau is on the defensive.
Demonstrating to the crowd...
that he's got his energy back
having been on his back on the canvas twice in the first round.
There's a cut above the left eye of Vince Boudreau!
Vince! It's a nothing cut. Forget about it. Just throw some jabs!
Vince! Some jabs!
Dominguez now with a target.
- Who are you rooting for? - Both of them.
I love these guys.
I thought you left them.
Circle to the left!
Dominguez is a different fighter than in Round One.
Fighting with energy and commitment.
The same Dominguez with his only title shot
went down with a left and couldn't get up.
The crowd at ringside beginning to pay attention
to the battle in front of them.
One fighter who's been down twice,
and another who is bleeding from a cut above his eye.
Boudreau looking and looking for his corner.
He hasn't found it yet. There it is!
- How bad is it? - It's nothing. It's nothing.
We got the best cut man.
Now you're looking like your old self.
- You can cut him to shreds, baby. - All right. Deep inhale.
Let me see that eye.
- It's nothing, Darrell. - You keep your eye on that.
Vince, we got away from our plan, man.
You've got to circle around the jab.
I can't see with all that blood in my eye.
Now, listen to me. You can still slip the jab
and counter with the left hook, OK?
Listen to me!
You can still slip this jab and counter with the left hook.
The way Lopez did with Quarteya. Remember that fight?
Your eye's nothing. It's fine, all right?
We got the best cut man in the business. Don't worry about it.
I want you to work the cut.
Open it up and he'll bleed to death right here.
- You got it? - He knows.
- Work the cut, baby. - Did that help you?
I'm fine.
Vince Boudreau and Cesar Dominguez.
Working out in the same gym in Los Angeles.
They've been around the same neighbourhood for a long time,
but this is the first time they've ever met in the ring.
What a battle this largely anonymous undercard bout has become!
Yeah! That's what I'm talking about, baby.
The crowd here just beginning to sense what they're watching,
as both fighters reach down deep for something new.
Both fighters pushing each other off... Oh! What a right hand!
- Taking the count. - One...
Two! Three!
- What kind of man are you? - Four!
Vince, take an eight-count.
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Get up!
Eight!
Nine!
You OK? Step to me.
Box!
Dominguez pressuring now. He has the gun.
The hunter is controlling the hunted.
The crowd along the expensive seats surrounding the ring
beginning to watch in rapt attention,
as the action from this bout galvanises the arena.
That was another big round, the second in a row,
for Cesar Dominguez.
A rare opportunity here to show what they've got
for a worldwide audience,
and the two fighters are making the most of it,
at least in terms of entertainment.
Now in the middle round of a scheduled ten-rounder,
it's Cesar Dominguez and Vince Boudreau.
Dominguez racing forward with both hands again...
There's a right-hand shot by Boudreau.
The referee calls time,
and warns Boudreau against using his elbow.
The arena beginning to fill up with the Hollywood stars
who are here for this big occasion.
Seats at ringside. And beginning to pay attention
to the spirited battle in front of them.
Stay away from the jab. Counter with the left hook.
- There you go. - Come on. I need that.
Just stay on him. Stay on him.
- Both hands! - Forward!
- Three! Four! - Come on. OK. All right!
Six! Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
Let's go!
Dominguez again beats the count.
Just relax. Put your arms down. Relax your mouth.
He's getting tired. I want you to put more pressure on him.
You never hear that expression
"a man can build a thousand bridges and suck one dick...
"To the world he's not a bridge- builder, he's a cock-sucker."
He's a cock-sucker. Cock-sucker...
Get in there. Smash his face.
Go for it.
You're doing good.
Keep the pressure on him. Keep pushing him.
Don't back off. Keep pushing him.
Keep pressure on him. Keep pushing.
Jesus!
Let's go!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Keep your punches up!
Stay down!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five! Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
You OK? Step to me.
Come on! Get up!
What a tremendous punch by Boudreau!
It's impossible to imagine Dominguez getting up from that one.
Three! Four!
Get your ass up.
Come on, Cesar. Get up!
Six! Seven!
Referee Darrell Foster in close continuing the count...
and Dominguez is up again!
Let's go. Box!
OK. Break. Break!
There you go. Head back.
Sit down.
Listen to me. Suck it up. All right. This is it. Keep going.
Dr Ginsberg, he's fine. He's OK. It's just a scratch.
I have to look at this cut.
Ring Doctor Velvil Ginsberg
checking to see whether Boudreau is able to continue.
All right, Vince. How many fingers you see?
Vince, how many fingers?
Three.
It's not good. I'll let him go one more round. Darrell one more.
You can still slip the jab and counter with a hook.
Catch him with a hook!
Let me see him. Let me see him.
- Do you see my fingers? - Yes, sir.
- How many you see? - Two.
All right. He's doing fine.
I guess he got the right answer! It's going on.
You're the man. This is your night.
Knock him out, it's a title shot.
Knock him out, title shot.
Two more rounds. This is the ninth. You can do it. No mercy.
You got it. You got it.
Round nine of what has clearly been the fight of the year.
Back and forth they go. Ebb and flow.
Another perfect shot and Boudreau hits the canvas!
- Vince! You're OK! - Four!
Five!
Six!
Shake it off.
You OK?
Step to me.
All right. Step to me.
Let's go. Box!
Take him down!
Fight your way up. That's it.
Tie him up. That's it. That's it.
OK. Break! All right. Break!
Box.
Box yourself out! Get out of that goddamn corner! Get out of there!
- Right, right! - Come on. Get out!
Yeah!
Did you see that?
Nine rounds in the books!
Three minutes to go in this epic battle
between two fighters who, before tonight,
had been completely forgotten by boxing fans.
You want the title shot, you gotta knock him out.
Knock him out. Take him out!
This is a war. Where are you going?
I can't watch any more.
Aw, tough girl.
Fuck you.
What round is this?
It's the last round. Three more minutes. You can get him.
You want the title shot, you've got to knock him out.
You've got to knock him out, take him out, finish him off!
Here comes the tenth and final round in a bout that has had everything.
They've knocked each other down.
You stick it to him!
Put El Califa on the fucking canvas and don't let him get back up!
Title shot. Title shot. It's your night. Go get 'im, baby.
Vince, get over there and kick his ass!
His face one bloody mass. Dominguez doesn't look much better.
Both men have had their moments in the fight.
Both have been down more times than we can count.
The crowd on its feet at ringside.
This isn't a boxing match any more, it's a Pier 6 brawl.
Both men unloading power shots over and over,
in a final desperate effort to knock the opponent out.
They were friends this morning, but this is another world now.
The tenth round of what has been a brutal and debilitating battle.
Boudreau's head's snapped back by another Dominguez right hand.
Body shots coming from Boudreau.
And down goes Dominguez!
And Boudreau continues to punch him as he goes down.
Break! Stop punching!
Break! Get out of here, Boudreau! Get to your corner.
He wrestles them apart.
Four!
- Get up. - Five!
- Get up. - Cese, get up.
- Six. - Get up. Come on. Get up.
- Seven! - Come on, Cesar!
- Cesar! - Eight!
And up gets Cesar.
He cannot get enough of this punishment.
Step to me.
Let's go. Box!
Less than two minutes to go.
A vicious right-hand shot backs Boudreau up right across the ring.
- And Boudreau goes down! - Stop boxing!
And now it's Boudreau who punches back from his knees.
Vince! Get up!
Vince, get up.
Get up!
Don't stop. He's fine. Vince, you're fine, right?
Four!
Get up and beat that Mexican's ass!
- Six! - Don't fucking stop it!
Seven.
Eight!
You OK?
Knock his ass out!
Stop the fight. Stop the fight!
Stop the fight!
- That's the bell! - That's it.
And the conclusion to this epic battle
between Vince Boudreau and Cesar Dominguez.
Years from now, the real fight fans will be telling each other
they were here to see this bout.
Know what? You're kind of a good fighter, you know?
You ain't bad either.
I think I won, man.
You were amazing. You were great.
Good fight.
- You were brilliant. - I was?
- Brilliant. - You really think so?
See you later.
Ladies and gentlemen, before we go to the score cards,
a round of applause, please, for these two fighters.
This was one hell of a war.
And now the official scoring.
Judge Harrison Pearl scores the bout 96-9S.
He has it for Boudreau.
What did I tell you? You've got it.
Judge Abrams Harley scores it 96-9S
for Dominguez!
And Judge Steve De Roshe scores the bout
9S...
9S.
This bout is a draw.
Great job.
This gentleman's got your cheque here.
You put on a hell of a show out there.
- It wasn't a show, it was a fight. - Yeah, I know.
What is this?
This says 24,000. The deal was S0.
Promoter's fee, attorney's fee, your corner men taken care of.
All these deductions were in the contract.
Vince, did you see this, man?
- Yeah. - 24,000?
- Where is the rest? - Boiler plate, fellas.
- What does that mean? - It's good.
Listen to me. Joe Domino was very impressed with your performance.
- That's the good news. - Bullshit!
- He wants to work with you again. - You're back in his good graces.
- A rematch? - It's something to talk about.
What about the title shot?
Lots to talk about. Rematch? Who knows?
Tyson's coming out. Good job, guys.
You guys have great seats for the main event. Take care of that eye.
You don't want to end up looking like me.
I'll see you up there.
Let's go to the hospital. We'll take care of it now. Get it over with.
I can't believe this.
So once again, Tyson versus Rustikov
turns out to be a 52-second pay-per-view fraud,
and Tyson has another, quote, "victory," unquote.
When was the last time you made that much money that fast?
- Pretty quick. Everything on it? - Sure did, thanks.
- How are you? - Glad you could make it.
- Hey, Hank. How are you? - Enjoy the fight?
- Too fast. - A little fast.
Excuse us, please.
Rudy, would you see that Grace's friend gets a drink?
How do you like your suite, honey?
I haven't been there yet.
I could take you up on the private elevator.
If you don't mind, I would love to show you the plans
of my product idea. The periscope I was telling you about.
It's upside-down.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Vince, I don't know about this, man.
This'll work. Trust me.
- A thousand red. - Right here.
You gotta bet some to win some.
Eleven black.
Jesus Christ!
No problem. Let's double the bet.
Two thousand red.
What if you play black?
- Just to try it. - The odds will kick in, all right?
- The odds? - The odds.
Oh, OK, the odds. All right.
3S black.
Oh, shit.
OK. Three thousand red.
The dress is a Bardot thing.
- I knew Brigitte Bardot. - I bet you did.
You know what, man.
I don't like taking off without saying goodbye to Grace.
- This is not right. - She deserves better than us.
Certainly better than you.
Hey, after tonight, the way you hit,
I've got new respect for fags.
I am not a fag.
I mean, that's a very primitive way of thinking.
No, no. I'm saying if you were a fag...
If you were...it's OK.
You know? If you were a fag.
Get this bitch outta here.
Security.
Yes, sir.
- Take the bitch out. - Don't touch me!
All right. Just leave me alone.
Guys! Wait!
Where are you going?
Get in the back. I'm driving.
- Hey. Yeah, yeah. - Will you get in the back?
In the back.
Did you go to the party?
Mmm-hmm. Didn't like it.
Why do rich men think women will sleep with them
just 'cause they've got dough?
A woman would rather have a poor guy that knows how to make love to her
than a rich guy who doesn't. Am I wrong?
No.
Well maybe not ''poor'' poor,
but moderately well-off would be OK.
A moderately well-off guy who's a good lay
and who ain't threatened by a woman who wants to run her own company.
Yeah.
I gotta be my own boss. That's clear.
I can't work for anybody.
I just want to hit 'em all the time.
Let me see.
You know, with these new product ideas I got?
I'm going to look for money in LA. I like LA.
Yeah.
Most people don't, but I do.
What about an extremely poor guy who's a moderately good lay?
Just curious.
So where were you guys?
- We were hanging around... - By the pool...
Talking to some people.
- Got anything left? - Thirteen grand.
You still owe me five.
Can I pay you two and owe you the rest?
Sure.
I got eleven thousand.
Vince's fucking system!
Hey, look at it this way.
This is money we didn't have when we woke up yesterday, right?
Yeah, yeah.
Who do you think won the fight? Vince or me?
I think it was a fair decision.
- Fair. - OK. Fine.
Did you hear those people cheering for us, man?
That was great, wasn't it?
That was fucking great.
- Ho, that was great. - That was fucking great, man.
It was great.
I love you guys.