Okay. So, tell me what happened.
I was driving downtown in my uncle Joe's pickup.
I seen Carvery stumbling out of that bar on Gottingen all drunked up...
So I screamed out the window at him
and he starts screaming back.
And what did he say?
He was calling me a faggot and stuff.
So I get out of the truck,
get a hold of the fucker.
Lay him out in the snow with a tire iron.
Then I put him in the back of the truck
and went out to the old fort.
You did all this yourself?
Carvery ain't no bigger than me.
And then what happened?
I dragged him into one of them old guard towers and, um...
tied him to one of them metal rings
or hooks or something on the wall,
and, uh, I took off his clothes.
Why?
I had an electrical wire in the truck.
I whipped him with it.
And then what happened?
Left the fucking nigga there.
Five incidents of assault against youth
in his first month, Miss Wentzell.
Donnie did have some anger management issues
at the youth facility,
which is why he was transferred here early.
Where he assaulted two correctional officers
and eight inmates, one of which was a stabbing.
He could have been out of here almost five years ago
if it wasn't for that temper.
He has had no incidents of violence for almost three years.
We received a strong statement from Charles Carvery's family
protesting your possible release.
I wouldn't want me released neither.
You think you're ready for the world, Mr. Rose?
Alvarez goes down. Boom!
Next round, my boy Ossie comes
with a bomb from the right. Bam!
Alvarez goes through the ropes.
Bitch almost landed in my lap and shit.
You should've seen it, George.
You really would've been proud of him.
Uh-oh.
Constable Webb.
George.
Can I speak to you a minute?
Don't look nothing like he used to.
Figured you'd want to know.
I should fill in the "B" a bit more.
Yeah, when you plan on doing that, Don?
Donnie, I made you something.
Seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one.
Children:
Hey.
Hey. Mmm.
How's my boy doing today?
Yeah. Charles is good.
Show me what you got.
Come on. Come on, white boy.
Come on.
He's open! He's open!
Hit him now! Hit him now!
"Engendered suspicion.
- True, I had no... " - Smells good, Momma.
"adventure in my service now,
but I was... "
"I was looked after by an...
How many times have I got to tell you?
Read him stuff he understands, George.
He don't read that, baby.
Here you go, Charlie.
Charlie, here. Here, baby.
Ugh!
Stay... stay away from the ropes.
Stay away from the ropes! Stay away from the ropes!
Show me what you got. Come on, come on.
Hit me harder.
Come on, white boy.
Yeah, right there.
Here we go.
"I had no adventures in my service now, but... "
So, how you getting into town?
My brother's picking me up.
See ya.
Free man walking.
Give 'em hell, Rose.
Hey, little fucker.
- You ain't crying, are you? - Fuck you.
What's up, man.
Hey. Hey.
Do you remember little cousin Rollie?
Uncle Joe's boy?
Aunty Karen feeds him too much. Some nice titties on him.
Rollie can scrap though, he's fast for a fat little fuck.
- Fuck you, Keith. - Come on, say you like big cock.
Tell Donnie you like big cock.
Come on, say it. "I like big cock. "
Get the fuck off me.
Hey.
You look good. Let's go home.
Your mom still swallow?
Oh man!
Pull over, Keith, you chump.
Your uncle's club has sweet honeys.
They love the bouncers down there.
Me and Earl banged two freaks last week.
Yeah, but get this, man. The one that worked at KFC?
No joke. Bang!
The bitch smelled like fried chicken.
- Seriously. - Truth. Yo, it's better than fish,
- You know what I'm saying, man? - Awww...
Donnie, man, when we get down there
we're hooking you up. Ain't that right, Keith?
Absolutely.
As long as he still likes pussy.
Oh, oh, oh...
I want to get some flowers for Mom somewheres.
Welcome to the terrordome hot like Lebanon
Peep the way to devil's meadow where heaven's on
Grandmothers crying with they purse in they hand
While the church is on fire like the work of the klan
And yo, for days they were smiling, everybody's heard now...
There's the palace.
Some provinces and municipalities
are planning even tougher restrictions.
as our health reporter Pauline Deacon tells us
the next frontier in the anti-smoking campaign is outdoor...
Feeling a little tense, champ.
It's all good. Who's got your back?
Good to see you again.
Welcome home.
Who's got your back?
Donnie, good to see you.
- Welcome home, man. - Good to see you.
- Uncle Joe. - Hey, hey, champ.
So, Keith tell you? You're going to be working for me.
Yeah.
Ehh. Welcome home.
Good to have you home.
Mm. This is, um, Emma.
Mmm.
And this little thug is Dillon.
Dillon, say hello to your uncle Donnie.
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
Ossie Paris is probably one of the more talented boxers
to come up in this country in recent years.
And we're underway.
A lot of excitement, a lot of anticipation...
Ossie looks so good.
Now, Mick Ryan has got to be
one of the hardest body punchers I've ever seen
and is coming into this fight... oh!
Paris wants to end it quickly.
That was quite the shot.
- See you later. - He is determined
that this outcome will be swift and final.
Ryan's hands are down and Ossie is still punching.
Mick Ryan is hurting.
Oh, here comes Ossie again.
This is Tammy.
You're quick.
I... I like that.
My jaw cramps up if it takes too long.
Give you a couple minutes to recover
And... and then we can...
No.
I'm good.
You... you don't want to fuck me?
Uh...
Huh.
That was quick.
Where's Mom at?
- She went to Bingo. - Oh.
Don't you want to crash here tonight?
No, I told Mom I was coming home.
See you tomorrow.
Okay.
Ain't it past his bedtime?
Somebody was in his room.
Sorry.
Good to see everybody?
I ain't got no idea who most of them people are.
How long has he been there?
Hey, looking to get your fucking skull cracked?
Dillon, stay with your Mom.
Do you know who I am?
Get it through your fucking head: It's over, done.
Get back in the car and get out of here.
You fucking deaf?
Are you fucking deaf?
Why don't you just do what you came here to do and leave?
Let's go inside, Dillon.
He didn't RSVP.
You got to show some self-respect, Donnie.
Next time he comes here,
you punch him in the fucking mouth,
Do you hear me?
Yeah.
You okay?
Good fucking night, champ.
Ready for another one, Mr. Carvery?
You're not smoking dope in here.
Come on, don't be a fucking cunt.
That's it. Get the fuck out.
Cunt.
But, uh, nah, he never hurt me.
He never hurt me at all.
You know, for me it's just, uh,
follow my game plan...
Who the fuck are you?
Donnie. Who the fuck are you?
You're the one was in jail.
Hey, you see this fight?
They hauled Ryan off to the hospital
and he still ain't come to.
Your mom went up to the bingo,
so she bought Chinese.
... Do what I have to do.
I get in there and I... i follow my plan.
I handle my business.
You know, I'm serious about my attack.
Uh, as far as Mick Ryan,
my thoughts are with his family and all that.
You know, I'm not a cold-hearted person, but...
You got some big.
Look at the size of the boy, Cyril.
Yeah. I got to get home before I go to work.
See you, babe.
He's a good man. Takes care of me.
He's a better man than your father,
Not that them's big boots to fill.
It's good to see you, Mom.
Do you want me to make you some breakfast?
You cook?
This spot here gives you
the best view of the dance floor.
I mean, normally we put one guy here
and put another guy...
Who's on the fucking door?
Earl, why?
Well, what the fuck is that?
Maybe they come in separate.
Get the fucking idiot off the door and put Rollie out there.
Listen, when you're on the door,
don't let more than two black guys in at once.
I- I'm not trying to be racist or nothing,
it's just my experience is,
you let more than a couple in at the same time,
they're going to cause a problem.
I bet you anything you boys are going to get in it
with them fellas later.
And for the Carvery family,
for whom we've gathered here
in your presence now, oh Lord...
Amen.
I heard y'all were having a little meeting today.
- Yes, yes. - All right.
The parole board decided to release Donnie Rose
against our congregation's objections.
They didn't consider the community
or the family's feelings.
I say we plan a march.
It's not going to do any good.
I think we need to find out what Mrs. Carvery wants.
I want him to pay for what he done to my boy.
See, me and Rose, we got into it when we was kids.
What are you trying to say, Ossie?
I ain't got my rematch yet. Do you feel me?
I got a cousin up in Spring Hill,
tells me you be letting niggas have it in the ring.
Is it true that you laid my nigga Elroy out like a corpse?
- That's what I'm hearing. - What the fuck is this, Joe?
- Shut up now. - Hey, ah...
Elroy still be talking shit when he be fighting?
Heh. That nigga talk your motherfucking ear off, Joe.
All his combinations be coming from his mouth and shit.
What the fuck is he doing here?
When you was a little kid,
what'd you want to be when you growed up?
I know Charles was either going to be a fighter
or work down at the docks like his old man.
H- how much you figure a guy makes a year
starting out down at the docks?
I don't know, 16, 18 thou'.
16, 18 thou'.
I'll pay you 18 to fight me.
That's a lot of money.
Oh, you know it's worth it, Joe.
I ain't fighting you.
See, me and you, we know something.
It's like a secret fighters got.
You know, we know what it's like not to bullshit
for three minutes at a time.
Now, Joe's got the contract, he'll promote it
and get your folks out.
He ain't fighting you for less than 20.
Sure, whatever, Joe.
Okay. Why don't you guys get back to work?
Big night.
Man, $20,000 is a lot of money.
Hey, man.
- Our boy's waiting on us. - Yeah?
Well, it's going to be about, you know,
10, 15 more minutes.
It's bullshit, man.
Told you already, we're full.
Hey. What's your name?
What did I tell you about these fucking guys, man?
I'll see you in a minute.
So what the fuck was that if your club is full?
They have tits.
- They have tits? - Yeah.
You look like a fucking tit.
Yeah? My tits, your pussy'd make a good woman.
Yo, yo, hold on, Percy. Donnie Rose, ain't you?
What the fuck y'all niggas doing standing out here?
Been waiting inside for like, half an hour.
He said it's full up in there, man.
These motherfuckers is really fucking with us for real, son.
Oh, it's full now?
Look, don't even trip, man. We can head over to Trevor's spot down by the square.
- Yeah. - Ain't no line-up over there.
Sounds good, Ossie. Sounds real good.
Me and you'll probably see each other real quick.
That's the motherfucker right there?
Yeah, that's him.
I didn't think the fuckers were ever going to leave.
You can start letting a couple of people in now.
Sometimes I look at you
and, fuck, if you don't look just like your father.
So, uh, you going to do this fight?
- I'm thinking about it. - What's to think about?
Win or lose, 20 grand.
And I know you can beat him.
Why don't you go get your dick sucked?
Abigail called me to come over.
What for?
She wanted a drink of water.
She couldn't get to the kitchen.
- Sorry. - It's all right.
Keith with you?
No.
Where is he?
I'm going to take off.
You know Ossie Paris?
He offered me 20 grand to fight him.
You think I should fight him?
I don't know. He any good?
Paris? Yeah. He's real good.
Better than you?
Yeah.
It's kind of weird, ain't it?
Him offering you all that money, considering what you done.
I'll just get Dillon.
Slap him in the fucking head.
Grr! Rrr! Ha ha ha. Ugh!
Stomp on his fucking balls.
Get some blood on him
like you broke his fucking nose here. Awww!
Have you seen him?
Ossie?
Charles.
What are you trying to do, Donnie?
It don't bother you?
Joe wants an answer by tonight.
Evening.
Did you see Ossie?
Did you see him?
What are you going to do?
- Baby, come on... - What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
Inside, let's go inside, baby. Come on.
You got a lot of balls, showing your face here.
You and Mrs. Carvery want me to take this fight?
Ossie's fixing to kill you.
I know.
There's a guy, Mello.
His gym's on Robie Street.
He can keep you alive, maybe.
Don't come around here again.
You Mello? I'm Donnie Rose.
I know who you are. Get the fuck out of my gym.
Carvery told me to come here.
You trying to play some kind of fucking game with me?
He told me to see you.
He did? Did he?
Okay. Go put your shit in the locker.
This is my fucking house!
Not in front of my son.
You don't like to suck my cock anymore?
- You don't like it in your fucking mouth anymore? - Get out.
Get away from us!
- What are you looking at, Dillon? - Get away from us!
Suck my cock.
- Don't touch me. - Get on your knees and suck my cock!
- Don't touch me! - Put me in your fucking mouth!
- Get out. Great... - What? You'll... why?
- Get out! - You want to bite my cock?
You want to... fuck you! Get your fucking hands off me.
Stay here.
- Bash your fucking brains in, Donnie. - Settle down!
Calm the fuck down.
Settle down.
Want to fucking do this, Donnie?
No, Keith! Keith, wait!
Donnie, don't...
Donnie, let him go.
Keith! Keith?
Leave him the fuck there!
Come here, Dillon.
- Come here. - Dillon.
He's turned into the spitting fucking image of dad.
They always that loud?
Sorry, I know it's fucking disgusting.
What are you doing?
Just... just drawing stuff.
Can I see?
I always wanted to get a tattoo.
They hurt?
Yep.
What do all yours mean?
Different things.
What's the best tatt you ever done?
What's so funny? What?
There was this guy...
I didn't like none too much inside called Bobo.
He wanted a tatt of a... of a snake
like it was crawling into his mouth, right?
Took me about six hours and the whole time
Bobo was twisting around in pain,
but figured... it'll be worth it.
Next day, he takes the bandage off
and, you know, instead of a snake, I...
tattooed a big dick on his face
- like it was going in his mouth. - No.
Looked real too. I mean it had big balls on it.
Big, hairy balls on it and everything.
I want that one.
Would you do it for me?
I don't got a needle.
Well, what'd you use in jail?
Where do you want it?
You starting to adjust?
Getting there.
In here.
Donnie, this is Constable Webb,
Halifax Regional Police.
How's the job at your uncle's club?
- It's good. - Really?
I'm actually looking into some complaints.
I don't know nothing about no complaints.
Well, uh, I haven't told you what they are yet.
Have you, um...
Have you ever been told to deny admission
to anybody 'cause they were black?
- No. - No.
You do realize that that would be illegal, right?
Yeah, this is bullshit.
George Carvery's a good friend of mine.
You talk to me about bullshit.
Sit down.
You give me an excuse, Donnie,
You give me one fucking excuse.
Sit the fuck down.
He's all yours, Fred.
You know that Donnie...
Has that thing, that rage.
He can't get it under control.
Uh, he ain't going to quit, though.
Fella'd have to kill him to stop him from keeping coming.
But you know Ossie better than anyone. You trained him.
Why don't you help me show Donnie a couple of tricks?
I've done more than enough for Rose.
More than I should've.
Ossie's going to drag it out.
He's going to take him into the ninth, the tenth round, to the deep end.
He's going to drown him.
You'll work it out, Mello.
Then why the fuck did you have me train him
if you just want to see him get taken apart?
All I got to say is the boy better bring it
'cause I'm going to beat him like he scratched my car.
Can I quote you on that?
'Course you can quote me on that, motherfu... Oh, see...!
How do you respond to people
who are saying you're the best Nova Scotian
in the game since Sam Langford?
Well, first of all, boxing ain't no game.
See, you play football, you play tennis.
you don't play boxing.
And as for me being the best since Langford, well...
They're right.
Well, are you just padding your record?
Is Rose a worthy opponent?
Are you worthy, Rose?
It'll be a fair fight.
I heard this was just a public grudge match
- Because of some past... - Uh, Floyd, uh...
We agreed not to talk about that, remember?
Because, uh, Donnie was underage at the time.
Uh, why don't we, uh, have Donnie and Ossie,
uh, square off and then we can see
how they measure up?
Donnie ain't going to back down.
No way. No way, man.
No way. Kick his ass, man.
Yeah. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
You can get some too, you can get some too.
You can get some too, sunshine.
Let's go, let's go.
Whatever. Whatever.
Whatever you need, I got it for you.
Let's go, son. Let's go, son.
Oh, it's all good.
It's cool, it's cool. It's cool. Right here.
I'm right here, baby.
Next question, Floyd.
Motivation, that's what I'm talking about.
Congregation: Amen!
How many y'all know that God is a merciful and a loving God?
- Congregation: Amen. - Amen, amen?
But he is also a wrathful God.
Yes.
Jeremiah chapter 51, verse 56 says,
"The Lord is a God of retribution;
he will repay in full. "
- Amen. - Not sometimes,
not maybe, not when he feels like it.
It says, "he will repay in full. "
You see, the Lord blessed me
with a fierce left hook and speed of foot,
and a devastating right cross.
So, I-I want y'all to come out.
I want y'all to bring your friends,
your neighbors and your family
to watch me share my... my gifts, my blessings
with Donnie Rose. Will y'all do that for me?
To come out and watch me
share my blessings with Donnie Rose.
You won't be disappointed. You won't be disappointed.
Thank you.
Move. Move!
Good, good, good, good, good, good.
Come on, come on, come on!
Fucker! Come on.
Keep your hands up!
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mm-hmm. Mm. Ah! Mm-hmm. Yeah...
Get off the ropes, kid!
See? I ain't forget what you taught me, Georgie.
Come on, baby, get up.
Call the fight off.
You know the first time I ever wanted to kill a man
was when I seen Charlie laying in the hospital.
I ain't never had that feeling.
I'm sure you... felt that way yourself.
So I figured I'd get my cousin up in Spring Hill
to shove a shank in Donnie's ribs.
But then I thought that shit wouldn't have meant nothing, neither.
Just some crazy nigga stabbin' some redneck con in prison.
Now, this shit?
This shit right here, it had to mean something.
I been waiting ten years for that motherfucker to get out
so I could take care of this shit myself.
I don't want this for Charlie.
I was supposed to meet Charlie at the club that night.
I'm going to lynch that nigga in front of hundreds of people.
You feel me? It's going to be fucking beautiful.
Tell Mrs. Carvery I said hello.
It's good seeing you, George.
You ready to go?
Everybody knows what's going to happen.
Everybody knows Ossie's going to fucking murder him.
- Ossie's going to... - No!
Y'all, I'm tellin' you, everybody's going to see that shit.
Everybody's come and watch that shit.
Ossie's going to knock him out.
That's enough, son. That's enough, son.
Charlie, that's enough. That's enough.
It's all right, son.
It's going to be all right.
Be all right, son.
George, you good?
Yeah, we're good.
Come on, get in the fucking ring.
What are you doing here?
I ain't doing this for you.
You remember that. I ain't doing this for you.
Going to hit me or what, huh?
Huh? Huh?
You going to hit me or what? Come on.
Come on. Come on.
You going to hit me, or what?
You're indicating your jab.
Ossie's overhand right will be there even before you see it.
Give me something, give me something. Come on.
If the only thing keeping you in the ring is anger, you going to lose.
Till you can stay on your feet with me for three minutes,
you ain't ready for Ossie Paris.
I ain't doing this for you.
Do you like your tatt?
I love it.
What does Keith think?
He ain't seen it yet.
Hey, hey!
Big fight coming up, huh?
You ready?
You know, one time, I saw Ossie Paris won a round,
didn't throw a punch. Looked like Parnell Whitaker.
I think I'm going to get going. My mom's watching Dillon.
I'll walk you out.
Going to let us in the fucking club, son?
I told you, we got a dress code. You got to have a collared shirt.
Son, my shirt is blue.
Collared shirt, not colored.
- Collared. - Fuck you, Earl,
You Uncle Tom motherfucker.
Here they come, here they come.
What? Give me an excuse to crack your fucking skull.
You and your fucking boys get back on the bus and go home.
What do you mean get back on the fucking bus?
What you trying to tell me, man?
- Fuck you. - You're not coming in the fucking club.
- That's how it's going to be, huh? - Yeah, that's how it's going to be.
Go home. Take your boys, go fucking home.
- Fuck you, man. - We got to dress code tonight.
Fuck you. Fuck you.
- That's right. - Let's go right now.
Go fucking home. We have a dress code: no do-rags.
- What? What...? - Look at you, running your mouth again.
I'm going to bitch you in front of all your boys here.
Come on, how many times we got to go through this bullshit?
Every fucking time.
You're not getting in the fucking club.
Fuck you, man! Last week we got through...
Do I stutter? You're not going anywhere!
- Go fucking home! - What, you going to disrespect me?
- I'm not disrespecting fucking nothing. - Don't fucking disrespect...
Why don't you niggas get your own fucking club?
Yo, who the fuck said that shit?
Man, fuck this shit!
Gun! Gun!
You pull a fucking gun on me? You pull a fucking gun on me?
Aah!
Donnie!
- Fuck you! Fuck you! - Donnie!
Donnie!
...the disturbance apparently the result
of several of the young men being denied entrance to the club.
Seven are presently being held by police
on charges of causing a public disturbance and assault,
one against police.
Witnesses say an argument broke out
between the young men and club bouncers at the door,
leading to an alleged exchange of racial...
"At length, it was voted
that there was no help for the angry gentleman
and that he must either go
in his chanced company or remain behind.
- Hey, Momma. - So he got... "
I just saw Ed Powell.
And he said he saw George coming out of Mello's gym
with Donnie Rose.
Hmph. You think I wasn't going to find out about this?
- Ruth... - What were you thinking, George?
What were you thinking? You stop this!
You stop this or get out! Don't fuck with me!
All right, Charlie.
Where the fuck were you last night, Donnie?
What the fuck you getting at, Rollie?
Hey, he took off and Dad was wondering too.
Donnie had to look after Emma.
Me and the boys'll take care of this, Joe.
I don't care what you do, but you get these fuckers.
We got to send these fuckers a message.
Let them know that they can never pull shit like this again.
This is all just going to blow up.
We should just leave it alone.
Why don't you go wait in the car?
We'll talk about it at Dwayne's.
You're making me look like an asshole in front of my boys.
I don't want to be in on this.
No? Chill out. Hmm?
I can't trust you to look out for my back anymore?
We're even for a fucking lifetime on that shit.
Donnie, you coming?
Ossie Paris is probably one of the more talented boxers
to come up in this country in recent years.
Now, Mick Ryan has got to be
one of the hardest body punchers I've ever seen
and is coming into this fight...
Oh! Paris wants to end it quickly.
That was quite the shot. Beautiful.
Was that George Carvery? You're, like, talking to him?
Fucking Carvery's training Donnie now.
- That's fucked up. - So fucked up.
Emma's been looking for you.
You fuck her?
You fuck my wife?
Don't be a fucking asshole, Keith.
I don't think you should train with Carvery anymore.
- He's my coach. - He's not going to want
to fucking coach you after tonight.
What the fuck did you do, Keith? Huh?
You think you can beat Paris?
This ain't about Paris.
What's it about?
Do you want to know what this is about?
The two of us on Charles.
He never once stopped fighting back.
Yo, man, what? You never told us...
- He never once stopped fighting... - All right, turn the fuck around.
Ten fucking years, Keith. Ten fucking years!
Seven of those are your fault!
Not mine. Your fucking fault.
You could have cruised through in three fucking years
'cause you were a minor, but you fucked it up, not me!
I would've got 20 fucking years if they knew I was there.
I know. But still.
Ten fucking years.
The two of us on Charles. He never once... stopped fighting back.
I... I just want to have one moment,
one second in my shitty fucking life
where I have that kind of heart.
This ain't about Paris.
Donnie.
Keith came home.
Dillon's asleep on the couch.
Is it all right if... I stay in here?
A long-standing cornerstone
of the black community in Halifax stands no longer.
The church was burned to the ground last night
in what investigators say was clearly an act of arson.
- Police... - Keith call?
No.
...as to whether racial tension was a factor.
- Black community members claim... - I got to go.
...this is merely the latest in a series of attacks
on their community and their residents.
Keith!
I told you when we started that you were going to have
to stay on your feet at least a round with me
before you was ready.
George, I had nothing to do with the fire.
Get in here.
I ain't fighting you.
Put on the fucking gloves!
Oof!
Told you I had nothing to do with it.
Lesson's over.
Ugh... get out.
Get out.
Keith?
Keith!
Fuck.
Keith.
Holy, holy
Lord God almighty
Early in the morning
Our song shall rise...
You know that... that I love you, right?
Charles was in a coma for a week.
On the last day,
I look over and he's staring at me,
his eyes right wide.
He looked like he did when he was a baby,
seeing everything for the first time.
I... I still don't know if he knows I'm...
I'm his father.
I think maybe he just knows me
as the guy who's been taking care of him.
I used to play over what you must have done to my boy.
The only two people who really know what happened is you and him.
Why'd you train me, George?
I... I been fighting...
For... Well, forever.
I got this, uh... Something.
And I can't shake it.
Know what I'm saying?
I look at my boy
and he's had everything stripped away
except that... that rage.
I gave him that.
Ossie wants to fuck you over
on his terms, that's fine.
But him and those other folks
using my boy as... for some sort of a...
Ain't going to be no more hurt done in my boy's name.
We had enough in this family.
Keith was pissed about me losing in the Provincials.
He said it was 'cause the ref was black and, uh, that, uh,
He should have stopped the fight in the second
when he, uh, gave me that low blow.
Keith said that we should send a message.
When I came here with Charles...
He came too.
Charles grabbed a hold of me,
brought me down with him, started hitting me.
And then Keith jumped on top of him
and Charles, uh...
started punching him too. Um...
He just wouldn't stop.
I got in a hit with the tire iron
and, um, knocked him out.
And then Keith grabbed a hold of his head
and started hitting it against the ground
again and again and again.
And I thought he...
I thought we... killed him.
And I could've stopped it...
I could've stopped it, but when I get mad, I just, uh...
I just... I can't.
I'm sorry, George.
We, uh...
Got work to do on that...
that jab of yours.
We'll take it from here.
Y'all know the outcome of this. This is right, right here.
Mmm-hmm.
Go on, tell them the good news.
Ossie Paris, 185 pounds.
Donnie Rose, 185 pounds.
This is yours.
See you in the ring tomorrow night.
Amen.
Let's go. There we go.
About the only thing that any of us got in this whole fucking world
is our fucking tribe.
The fucking niggas understand that.
Why don't you?
- Webb came by the club today. - They're shutting us down.
Why the fuck did you rat, Donnie?
All these boys are going to lose their jobs because of you.
After all I done for you, you pull this shit?
If your father were here, he'd fucking puke in disgust.
Fuck you. Fuck you.
Fuck all of you!
Fuck all of you.
I'm done.
- Get out of my fucking way. - Oh, let him go. Let him go,
Let him go.
I'll give him to you tomorrow night after the fight.
It's going to take about ten seconds.
George?
You look like a fucking refugee in that fucking robe.
You left a little something on my coffee table last night.
Made a big donation to the church this morning.
Keep watching for him to line those feet up...
And put it to the body.
Keep your cool.
You lose it, he's got you.
I'm not going out there with you.
Mello'll take care of you.
I can't do no more.
I'm going to go sit with my family.
Just making sure you make it to the ring.
Ossie! Ossie! Ossie!
The crowd is expecting Paris
to make short work of Donnie Rose.
You got this! You got this, baby!
I gave you instructions in the dressing room.
These are a little high, but it's okay.
Any questions? Any questions?
Okay, boys, touch 'em up. Let's do this.
Ossie, Ossie, Ossie!
Come on, give it to him!
Give it to him!
Do it. Come on, do it, let's go!
Break. Break. Break! Break!
Protect your head.
He busted your eardrum, watch your balance!
Come on! Come on!
Round two just about underway.
Box!
Come on, knock the fucker out!
Come on there, Donnie, get going. Fuck!
One!
Two.
Come on!
Three.
I don't know if he can get up from this.
Four. Five.
Six... Seven. Eight.
Look at me, look at me! You all right?
Okay, let's do it! Okay, box!
Okay, okay!
Neutral corner. Neutral corner.
One. Two.
Three. Four.
- Five. Six. - Stop countin', man.
Stop countin', man. I'm all right.
- I'm all right. - Okay, you all right? You okay?
Box!
Ossie Paris visibly upset about being knocked down.
Donnie Decker Rose...
Go! Neutral corner. Neutral corner.
One. Two.
Three.
Four.
Five. Six.
Seven. Eight.
You okay, man? You okay?
Okay, you all right? Okay.
Let's do it. Box.
Neutral corner. Neutral corner.
One. Two.
Three. Four.
Five. Six.
Seven. Eight.
- You okay, man? - I'm okay. You okay?
Walk towards me, walk towards me.
- You okay, man? - I'm good. Okay, let's go.
Ready? Box.
Break! Break.
Donnie Rose taking it to Ossie Paris again.
It's okay. Charles.
No holding.
Charlie, it's okay.
It's okay...
Come, on guys, break it up!
Break, come on, break, break.
Let's go!
Okay, guys! Tenth and final round.
Let's touch 'em up.
Let's go!
C'mon, motherfucker, c'mon!
Fight, fight, fight!
Charlie!
Just let him go.
Hey! Take it easy!
Let him go.
Come on! Get him off there, ref!
Just wait, wait, wait, wait.
Come on, man, let's go! Mix it up!
Somebody hit fucking somebody.
Come on! This ain't no fucking freak show!
Okay, okay.
Let's fight!
It's okay.
I'll go find Cyril.
I'm sure he's found a beer somewheres.
Yeah!
Charlie's all right?
He's fine.
Ossie?
He'll live.
We done?
Are you?
Hey.
Breathe
Let it out
You've taken in
All the doubt
You lose control
Of all your thoughts
You choose nothin'
You choose your faults
Is it all
Is it all in
Is it all
All the world is rollin' 'neath your feet
It's always changin'
All the things you love pass you by
It's rearrangin'
All the things you hold will hold you back
If you could just let live
We'll take it out
And fall
You're fallin' in
You feel the ground
It's closin' in
Refuse to fight
Relax your mind
You ride it out
Is it all
Is it all in
Is it all
Is it all in
Yeah
Is it all
Is it all in
Yeah
It's all in
It's all in now
It's all in
It's all in now
It's all in
It's all in now
Drifting down not awake
In life, in death
I'll never repeat the same mistake
Sure didn't think things are simple
I guess I must be growing old
People talk on the phone
To pretend they're not alone
I wish someone could walk over my footsteps
And show me the way to the sun
I's been soaking inside the gutter
Like pages to a book thrown in the fire
I wish someone could walk over my footsteps
And show me right from wrong