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give it up!

We're going to get him.

You ain't got no muscles here.

Get down and give me this, bro.

I thought Lewis, the night that he beat
Braddock, won the title.

1937.

Straight right into the jaw of Christ.
They could have counted to 50.

He was the best heavyweight that ever
fought under the modern rules. No

discussion. The best.

Then the fucking government chased him
about tax.

Fuck the IRS.

Fucking bureaucrat assholes.

In the name of the Lord, amen.

And at 230 pounds, wearing the green
trunks with the gold trim. He is

with eight wins and no losses.

Representing the state prison at Lodi.

The great fight.

Now in the east trunk.

He's also undefeated and defending
champion.

With a record of 67 wins and no losses.
Weighing in at 191 pounds.

Wearing the burgundy trunks with the
black trim.

Sweet blood is all mine, bro.

Hunter!

All right, now, shit birds, y 'all

both know the rules.

I want a nice, clean fight.

Nothing below the belt. You understand
me?

Let's bounce.

Now, remember, brother convicts, if you
learn how to act, they wouldn't have to

fight inside of a cave. And be on your
best behavior, too, because we don't

no incidents, all right? Now, let's see
what the pride of Lodi has to offer

against the great Monroe.

Give Hitler's cousin his lunch, baby.

It's all you, baby. It's all you.

Yeah.

If there go the bell, here we go.

Monroe comes down to Clemson with a
knife left hand.

And another left hand.

Monroe just feel about popping with a
little left hand. He gonna shine that

head up for sure.

Excuse me, sir.

We just got some big news.

The word is the Iceman's day of arrival
is tomorrow.

ETA 2 p .m.

Now, Bird fans there said he got those
brand new tattoos just when it's the

case. Well, Bird told it like the party.

We'll cut to the end.

He's coming to sweep on the so -called
undisputed heavyweight champion of the

world!

California's newly built Sweetwater
Prison in the Mojave Desert.

How's all this going for you?

I'll be okay.

I got a bad break. I just got to play
this thing out.

Your lawyers have filed all the expected
appeals, but realistically, what do you

think of your chances of getting out
before serving the full sentence of six

eight years?

I'm not supposed to talk about that
legal stuff. My people don't want me

commenting on that.

Boxing experts tend to agree that even
as little as two years in a prison

without proper training could mean the
end for a boxer your age. Now, you're

regarded as one of the greatest
offensive fighters in the history of the

An attacker like Dempsey, Joe Lewis,
Rocky Marciano, Joe Frazier. Just

how damaging to your skills is this
prison stint likely to be?

No damage. I'll stay in shape, work out.

Watch what I eat, I'll be fine.

But when an athlete is removed from
competition... That's where you're

one big mistake right off.

I'm not an athlete.

I'm a gladiator.

How do you define that?

People play baseball.

Nobody plays boxing.

Iceman, last week after you were
convicted, boxing's various so -called

governing bodies began stripping you of
your title belts. Stripping you of...

Who do they think they're kidding?

Everybody knows I'm the champ.

And I'm going to be the champ until I
quit.

This fight with Manfredi is meant to be
just a tune -up towards the Iceman

Chambers. Hopefully lead to two kicks
about with Montel Briscoe, undefeated

holder of the WBC crown.

The two biggest names in boxing on a
collision course sometime next year.

Assuming the Iceman gets by the South
American calendar.

It's round 11 and one to go and it's all
Iceman.

He's talking Manfredi, chasing the big
South American.

Iceman with the right. Another right.

Another right hand. Left to the body.

Oh, and a right hand uppercut. That's
staggered, Manfredi.

Iceman's stalking him.

He knows he's got him hurt. Oh, body
shot.

Right left to the body.

Left hook and he's down.

He's down. He's down.

That's why they call him the Iceman.

Carlos Manfredi gets a one -way ticket
back to Brazil.

George Iceman Chambers remains
undefeated heavyweight champion and the

on the block.

Are you fighting Montel next?

Just another sucker who's going to get
his ass whipped. If the money's right,

bring on Montel. Nobody's running,
nobody's stuck.

Nobody. I mean, nobody can stand up to
what I get.

Does that include Montel?

Oh, yeah, that damn sure includes
Montel.

Estimates are up to $300 million for the
pay -per -view gate alone.

Any comment on that?

Let's make the deal first.

My first guess is you're a few million
short.

And Iceman, it's nine months till
summer. What's next for you? Well, first

all, I'm going to go to L .A., you know,
see some friends.

Then I'm going to do a little party.

Hey, okay.

That's it.

I've done things in my life maybe I
shouldn't have. I know that. But I did

want to, and I told him no.

He'll be moving into a new home.

Going to live with murderers and thieves
in California's newly built Sweetwater

Prison in the Mojave Desert.

Without getting into legal strategy,
let's discuss your trial. You continue

maintain your innocence.

I didn't rape nobody.

I mean, I've done a lot of wrong shit in
my life, but I ain't no punk -ass

rapist. I mean, look at me. What I got
to rape somebody for?

You see him through the window?

Big deal's got his own helicopter
service instead of coming in here on the

He's the champ.

Don't think negative, man. I don't want
to hear that shit. This is your house.

Who owned this place?

This is my house. I can get up and
leave.

He's here.

Just getting out of the helicopter.

Maybe you'd like to meet him, Mr. Rich
Dean.

I could bring him over. You two could
talk box.

I'll tell you what I want to talk.

Why couldn't your high -priced team of
lawyers convince a judge and a jury?

Because I put people in body bags on TV
and get paid a lot of money for it.

Because I'm a big, bad, black
motherfucker. That's why nobody believes

I have received over 170 requests for
interviews with you, Mr. Chambers,

networks, local TV, cable, every
newspaper organization in the country,

press, foreign TV, you name it. I have
turned them all down.

Mr. Chambers, here is Sweetwater,
maximum security level five state

institution with nearly 700 prisoners.

We house only murderers, armed robbers,
rapists, and those with connections to

gangs and other forms of organized
crime.

The state is trying to spare lesser
criminals the contaminating influence of

these more hardened types.

Now, we don't want any incidents that
might add to your already great

difficulties, Mr. Chambers.

This is Mr. Merker.

He's the senior prison officer. He's the
head guard.

This is Ms. Early, our administrative
officer. She can arrange for religious

counsel or instruction if you wish.

Whatever.

I need a CD player and some CDs.

I'll give you a list. My people on the
outside will pay for it all.

Not possible for the first six months.
It's privilege. It has to be earned. Any

and all privileges will depend upon your
general conduct.

Mr. Chambers, you have been convicted
and sent here for the crime of rape.

That's a very serious matter.

If you'd take advantage of this
opportunity to apologize to this woman

sports fans and the American public for
letting them down. Heck, even the former

president.

President, I'm apologizing not to you,
not to her, not to nobody.

If you let me have this damn gate
between you and me, I'd rip your new

your judgmental mother.

Got a name?

Mingo.

Mingo, move your shit, stay out of my
way, get along just fine.

Listen, it's an honor to be cellmates
with you.

I don't want no trouble, champ.

No trouble, you're just going to stay
out of my way.

He just thinks he's the king because
he's a heavyweight champ. He's the man.

But for some of us others, we have
rights too, and I have the right to say

I didn't want to.

I want everybody to keep a distance.

I don't need to make no new friends or
hear no sad stories on why they're here.

I got my own sad story for that.

I ain't loaning nobody no money, so you
tell them don't even ask.

And I don't want nobody talking to me
unless I talk to him first.

You get that?

Got it.

Leave the champ alone.

I know boxing.

I've seen a lot of fights.

You're a good champion.

Who the hell are you?

This is Mendy Ripstein.

He's a very important man in here.

Ripstein.

Yeah, my manager, Yank Lewis, he told me
to say hello.

I don't remember him.

He said you two were friends in Miami
about 25 years ago.

I didn't have any friends in Miami.

A lot of people, they say they knew me
from the old days.

They're full of shit.

You're a good champion.

But we got a champion right here.

And he can kick your ass.

You're kidding me.

I watch all your plays. You're not as
good as you are. You're just looking for

one big punch.

You're not throwing combinations.

You're not using as much head movement
on the fence.

Yeah, right, old man. I'm just knocking
motherfuckers out.

Who's the punk in here you got in mind?

Oh, did I hurt your feelings?

Fuck you.

Monroe. Name's Monroe Hutchin.

Mr. Richardson thinks he can whip up on
you, man.

No offense.

Not trying to cause any trouble here.

It's real in here.

This is not just how it feels in here.
When you try to be the top boss, put

gloves on in. This here be the sport of
man.

Everybody who's shot at me. One word,
you'll get knocked out.

Rocked out the box. Only men leave a
place like this.

Parkour, I'm in your face like this.
Tell your mama that you'll never come

Tell your mama that you'll never come
home.

One of these suckers in here is Monroe
Hudson.

He's over there in line.

Wearing a white cap.

Brought in some big guys in here.

He beat them all.

It ain't only about being big.

You gotta have skills, son.

I guess you know who I am.

Are you the champion in here?

Yeah.

Not the heavyweight champ.

Champion.

Heavyweight or any other kind they got.

I didn't even know they had boxing in a
place like this.

Well, it's a special program.

We only get bouts every six months.

Mostly we fight guys from other prisons.

How long you been on top?

Ten years.

Ever since I got in here.

Damn. Brother, that's a real fine record
you got. I gotta congratulate you.

I'm giving you another chance.

I am inclined to overlook what happened
this afternoon and not make it a part of

your official record.

Look, let's get something straight, Mr.
Warden.

I'm not just some convict doing five to
ten.

I'm a real big deal.

Not only am I a heavyweight champ,
but... I'm close to being the most

in the world. So if you think you're
going to lean on me like these punks you

got in here, you better think again.
Because if anything happens to me, oh,

going to be on the 6 o 'clock news
worldwide.

There's going to be a whole lot of
people asking a whole lot of questions.

you and your little crew here better
know that.

Just my luck he got sent here.

Ice man, my ass. He's just another
goddamn thug. Yeah, one who happens to

world champion in a potential public
relations nightmare.

Mr. Hodgson, you know the little problem
you had with the Iceman yesterday?

Got you in some trouble.

Heavyweight champ.

Man gave me a cheap shot.

Yeah, I know.

But according to higher powers, you
contributed to a situation that

violence. One thing you ought to know by
now, Monroe, life ain't fair.

Not fair at all.

Look, the warden understands what he's
doing is unfortunate.

But unless Mr. Hutchins and the Iceman
are separated, there will be enormous

pressure for another physical
confrontation.

Nobody likes this, but Mr.

Hutchins' presence is an incitement to
violence, and he will be kept in there

until such time as we can make
arrangements for his travel to another

Hey, Monroe.

Take care of yourself in there, Monroe.

New duty roster just got posted.

You're working in the kitchen with me.

Look, since we're going to be stuck
together, put you in here for it.

I don't mean to be telling you what to
do or anything, but it's not considered

polite to ask when we're here.

It's a kind of violation of the ethics,
you know, the code.

People kind of take it as disrespectful.

Yo, you keeping in shape, Mr. Iceman?

Who's this chump?

Call him Ratbag.

Runs with Monroe.

Thinks he's his manager.

Ratbag.

Ratbag.

J. Ratbag, what you in here for?

Me? Yeah, you.

Arson.

Nothing up close and personal.

You hit people much?

Punch people?

When you were a kid or since you've been
in here?

Sometimes.

Not much. I never was a physical type.

You want to hit me?

What are you, kidding?

You can say you did it.

I punched the heavyweight champ. You can
tell people all about it. It might even

make you feel good about your little
punk -ass self.

I don't want to hit you, Iceman. Shit.

Sure you do.

You don't even like me. Come on, man. Go
crazy. Let one go.

If I hit you just this once, will that
end it? I won't have to hit you anymore?

All you got to do is hit me one time,
and I'm telling you, man, it's going to

make you feel good, and it ain't going
to hurt me none.

All right.

Just once.

Just to satisfy whatever weird trip
you're on and show you that I'm a good

and I'm trying to do what you want.

Great. Thank you.

Welcome.

You're not mad, are you?

No,

I'm not mad at you.

Now, you go tell Monroe what I said.
Ain't but one champ in here.

And ain't some nickel -and -dime convict
beating up on fools in prison.

Get that bitch out of here.

Yo, a circle of criminals with
subliminals brought to the forefront.

Everybody know I'm in here. Check me.
You'll learn to respect me, homeboy.

Come correct me. I'll call you out. Step
up next, man. I better stand up. I'll

check out some posse. Wanna be rocky
niggas that ran up from the aisle.

I think I spent my time making potato
salad.

You know where I come from, we didn't
have any kind of salads.

Where's that?

Indian country.

Oklahoma.

I know I'm not supposed to ask, but what
you been here for?

I stole some rich guy's Mercedes in L
.A.

I got a Mercedes.

Real.

Mr.

Hutchins, it's Darlene Early, the GAO,
General Administration Officer.

I need to do the interview and paperwork
for your transfer to Folsom.

How are your spirits?

I want you to know I'm not in favor of
solitary confinement. Not for you, not

for anybody else.

It's okay in here.

You can't be serious.

It's all prison.

I live inside my head.

So that's how you're doing your time?
Are you really that much in control of

your emotions?

Been that way all my life.

Only time I ever lost it is what got me
in here.

I'm familiar with your case history.

So, you prefer your own company?

Most of the time.

I'm supposed to recommend whether or not
you seem to require a detailed

psychiatric evaluation.

Other than the incident in the mess
hall, you... That wasn't me.

Then why don't you go talk to the
hotshot champ?

Ask him about it.

So you deny any responsibility?

Yeah, I deny it. Now, how does that
affect me moving on?

It has no bearing in your transfer to
Folsom.

You know, this whole thing, this whole
thing is about people being scared.

Aren't you afraid of him?

Afraid? Shit, no.

He's a fighter, I'm a fighter.

If I'm better on that day, I win. That's
just the way it goes.

Someday, every fighter loses.

Sooner or later, somebody comes along
and they got your ticket.

Too old, just wasn't your day, whatever
the reason is.

In the end, everybody gets beaten.

Most you can hope for is that you stay
on top a while.

Be the best.

I tried to say hello to that old
gangster.

Ripstein, he said he don't remember you.

He remembers.

He just don't want to admit it.

Standard mob procedure.

Guys like him tonight ever had a mother.

How do you make it out?

Shit, but I can handle it.

Rumor going around you almost started a
riot.

It was all bullshit, man.

I had to let the peeps in here know
who's the boss.

Hey, just keep your goddamn nose clean,
okay? You already got enough problems.

Since they stripped you of your title,
they're having this elimination

tournament to figure out a new champ.

Everybody thinks Briscoe's a lock to win
it.

Word is, Montel's fighting Jimmy Stubbs
in July.

Jimmy Stubbs a bum.

The good news is, you get out of here,
fight the new champ.

We're looking at the biggest payday in
boxing history.

Mm -hmm. Yeah.

Only one thing I can tell you, you lost
a lot of fan base with this conviction

thing. Fuck the fans.

I get out of here, I'll get them back.

Hey. The fans pay your bills, and don't
you ever forget it.

Yeah.

Now, you got to keep the pressure on
these lawyers, okay? Get you out of here

fight this big money fight with Briscoe.

Yeah. I mean, you can't be serving no
full sentence.

You're 35 years old. Time is ticking.

Everything you ever worked for, it's
going right out the window.

He remembers things from a long time
ago, clear as a bell.

But every day, I gotta tell him who I
am.

He's in another world.

Cuba, 40 years ago.

With some fight he saw in 1953.

Then all of a sudden, he's right there
with you.

Like everything's normal.

And mean.

He could be mean as shit.

Look, we went to the M .A. We paid good
money for his protection and his

personal needs.

They gave you the job.

I got him an oversized cell.

Ground level, so you don't have to use
the stairs.

Food privileges.

Relaxed dress code.

Big easy chair.

I even got him his own little boxing
library.

And he's safe.

I promise.

These guys I got, they don't let any
harm come his way.

Hey, Chief.

How are you getting along with your new
cellmate?

He's okay.

You know, rumor has it he took down one
of the skinheads.

A lot of rumors in prison, you know.

Eh, probably deserted anyone.

Maybe.

We hear you don't want to associate with
anybody around here.

Maybe you got way too much attitude,
man.

There is an expert. He's the man on
appeals.

But before we talk about your appeal, I
need to tell you about Miss Tawny

Rollins.

She's filed a civil lawsuit in the
amount of $75 million.

I'd recommend an outside attorney,
another specialist.

However we can handle your tax
litigation.

The government has filed an intent to
audit.

We have someone in the firm that can
deal with that.

Well, is any of this covered by the $2
million I already paid you?

We get the same deal as you get.

You get paid win or lose, right?

So do we.

There are a couple of procedural areas
that are still in question.

Possible reversible error.

I'm not going to kid you.

I'd make us a long shot.

You're looking at a six - to eight -year
sentence with possible time off for

good behavior.

Now, in California, that means you're
eligible for parole in four years.

What you need to focus on is if you
become a model prisoner, exhibit special

circumstances, you can be considered for
work furlough as soon as 18 months to

two years.

So it don't matter whether I did it or
not? It doesn't work that way.

Justice and the law are separate issues.

Let's get back to some of your other
problems.

We've done an audit.

Your financial situation is a mess.

No, that's bullshit.

No bullshit.

Big financial settlements with your ex
-wives, entourage, bad investments and

misrepresentations by your ex -business
manager. Well, sue that motherfucker.

And what about this IRS shit? Where'd I
stand on that?

By the firm's calculations, you could
end up owing them $7 million in back

taxes. And that's just the feds. Then
there's the state.

Bottom line...

We need to get your black ass out of
here and back in the ring.

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, the Bay
Area.

That's round seven of the California
State Heavyweight Championship fight

from the Palmer Arena in downtown
Oakland.

Challenger Monroe Hutchins undefeated
taking on state champ Butch Davis in

so far has been a nearly even fight.

There's the bell.

Davis has a bad cut about the left eye
and Monroe Hutchins looks like he wants

to do something about it.

It's on Monroe.

On Monroe.

Your attorneys have come to me and asked
me to handle your response to the

plaintiff's filing As you know you are
now facing a separate civil suit that

well go to trial over the criminal
charges you've been convicted of.

Briefly, that on March 17th, you and
four other men took six women via

jet from Las Vegas to Los Angeles.

Showgirls.

At approximately 11 .30 p .m., you
checked into the penthouse suite of the

Beverly Manor Hotel.

Until that point of the evening, all
parties concede. But for minor

discrepancies, the foregoing is true.
What happened next is in question. No,

question. I ain't no punk -ass rapist.

She wanted it.

Look. None of this makes any difference
at this point.

We're just trying to get an overview.
No, she didn't say no. She ain't say

She didn't have a problem with any of
it. Yes, well, Miss Rollins effectively

convinced the criminal trial jury that
she believed that you could break her in

two with one arm.

Yeah, uh -huh.

Yeah, that's why she was making all them
happy sounds, because I was killing

her, right?

Some women like it rough.

You know anything about that?

That wasn't part of your testimony.

A lawyer said don't sound like I'm
calling her a hoe.

The prosecution pegged you as a bully.

And she could explain it away easily
enough by saying that you mistook what

in fact her cries for help.

Or she was just in pain.

I heard pain before.

Believe me, she wasn't in no pain.

She's asking $75 million.

But I don't like negotiating this with
your appeal pending.

No negotiating I ain't giving that bitch
shit And then when he finished

he just put back on his pants and Went
back out into the party and left

me alone

Chap, I'm looking to be your friend,
chap.

I'm a gift.

Well, I don't need no gifts.

Who sent you?

Solid.

You want to be your friend?

He got to run things or else I seize
assassins.

You can check it out.

You're kind of pretty for a bitch.

But I don't want to owe nobody.

You tell them I said that.

You get out of here.

You may be the champ, but you are only
one guy.

Let me help you out.

El, if I see the assassins give you
something, you take it.

You do not refuse.

I'm looking for Solid D.

Pleased to meet a man of your great
accomplishments.

You run shit here?

Strength and unity, brother.

Here we need cooperation and
understanding.

We were at times discriminated against
even within these walls.

If you wish to come and join with us...

Brother, if you don't join with us,
you'll be destroying the unity we

Gordon wants to see you.

That's quite a show you put on there.

Come on.

Let's go.

I'm disappointed.

Three incidents already.

One a near riot, one an assault, and now
a physical confrontation that has sent

five men to the hospital for medical
treatment.

You've only been here ten weeks. It is
undeniable you are making a very poor

record. The whole thing is they got to
respect you or you nothing.

I believe that you're missing the point.
The warden is trying to explain the

idea of acceptable behavior.

I'm trying to explain to him how to
survive.

I don't think there are too many inmates
here who could challenge you

physically, Mr. Chambers.

You really don't understand.

When you're the champ, everybody wants a
piece of you.

Everybody's testing you.

My whole life, I got a problem, I take
care of it with these.

People love a guy who can fight.

Money, pussy, kiss your ass, put you on
TV, put your picture in papers,

magazines, anything I want, because
people love a guy who can fight and

take shit.

Murder.

Who

I'm

with is none of your business.

None of my business.

On the night of December the 1st, 1990,
you beat a man to death with your bare

fists, which, because of your profession
and your training, are considered to be

lethal weapons in the state of
California.

You have been found guilty by a jury of
your peers, and you are sentenced to

life imprisonment without the
possibility of proof.

Good morning, Mr. Epstein.

How are you today?

Don't give me no shit.

How the hell is the fight coming?

What fight?

We got the heavyweight champion of the
world and an unbeaten prospect right

in Sweetwater. Quit wasting time. Set
the fucking thing up.

I know fights.

Long fries.

Monroe kicks his ass.

We can make a lot of money.

Mr. Ristine.

Excuse me, but you're talking about the
real heavyweight champion of the world.

Are you going to fix the fight?

Shit, no.

Boxing. It's a matter of style. They all
can be beaten. Right time, right place,

right circumstance.

They all can be beaten.

Mr. Ripstein wants to see the Iceman
fight a prisoner we got in here.

His name is Monroe Hutchin.

And a real goddamn fight, too.

So, uh, what do you want us to do?

I talked to the head guard.

He's okay.

But the warden's a problem.

Mr. Ripstein said you can take care of
him.

You know the drill.

You help him or you hurt him.

Now, about Monroe Hutchins.

The warden thinks it's time to give him
a chance to rehabilitate himself by

socializing with the other prisoners.

In six weeks, I'll be going on vacation
on the 50th. I'll be gone for two weeks,

first week in New Orleans, second week
visiting friends in Tucson, Arizona.

If while I am gone, if Mr. Hutchin
happens to get into a sparring match

Chambers, I don't want to hear about it.

And when I get back, I want this whole
goddamn enterprise finished.

Yes. Leaving no evidence, no videotape.

And never to be spoken of in my
presence.

Anything else, sir? Hit the yard.

Thank you.

Had to open somebody in the governor's
office.

As soon as he got the call, Mr. Backbone
started arranging his vacation.

Well, you know what that means, don't
you?

This whole load of shit's going to come
down on you and me. Oh, no. There is no

you and me. I'm taking my vacation right
along with the work.

Oh, well, thank you for your support.
Oh, come on.

You run the fight program here. You want
it to happen.

Here we go, Monroe.

Free at last, free at last.

I'm not going to Folsom.

What can I tell you? Looks like your
friend the warden wouldn't change his

You get to stay home with us.

Yeah, operator, a collect call to Yank
Lewis.

No, Yank Lewis.

Yeah, from George Chambers, the Iceman.

Yang.

Yeah, man, it's me. Who the hell you
think it is?

Now, get your ass up here and share the
beauty.

Maybe I got to tip it back on the gravy
train.

What? What are you talking about?
Remember your old buddy from Miami?

Mindy Ripstein?

Yeah.

This boy came up to me and said that if
I fight some punk in here, he can maybe

get me out quick.

Mendy Ripstein says it, then it's the
real deal.

But, oh, you can't hear this from some
other guy.

You got to hear this from Mendy himself.

Then it's dope for sure.

If it's on the real, I'll whip on this
punk's ass and be out of here.

Who's the punk?

Don't tell me Monroe Hutchins.

He fought out of Oakland. He was
undefeated.

He was a real prospect, man. He's a full
load.

Well, even if he was something once,
he'd been here for ten years.

I'm just saying it might not be a walk
in the park is all.

I don't believe this shit.

What? You're worried about me being out
of shape. I've been in here for four

months. That chump been in here for ten
years. You too much, man.

What? That's a concern.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Yes, I want you to fight him.

In the cage, no gloves, bare -fisted,
and a finish.

I make a couple of calls. I put down
some money. There's some people on the

outside that know you.

Everybody knows him. We'll get maybe 20,
30 to 1 odds.

It's easy to spread around, maybe 200
,000.

You win, that's 4 million bucks, maybe
more.

And I think you can win.

Who's in it for me?

Mr. Rifstein uses his influence.

He stay out of solitary.

Get the privileges you've been missing.

Privileges.

Offer me half the profit.

Oh, I don't think so. I'm putting up all
the dough on a real long shot.

I'm taking all the risk.

What are you worried about money for?
What are you going to buy in here?

You in here, too.

Probably going to die in here.

But the money matter to you.

You're going to get 10%. I know that
fighters usually get 50 % minimum on the

outside.

Yeah, but we're not outside.

I want more.

I got a sister. She got three kids. No
job, no skills, no husband.

Government gives her a check once a
month.

I can send her the money.

You're going to get 30 % of everything
we win.

It's a deal.

Forty percent.

That's it.

You

wanted

to see the Iceman?

Mr. Ripstein thanks you for bringing him
to this neutral location.

The Iceman doesn't want any
disappointments.

He expects to negotiate.

Well, you have to understand that Mr.
Ripstein is a great boxing enthusiast, a

great student of the art, a great
historian of the prize ring.

Mr. Ripstein believes the truest, purest
expression of the sport was the bare

-knuckle fights of the 19th century, the
Queensberry Rules. No, no, no, the

London Prize Ring Rules.

Queensberry changed the rules to the
ones that we got now.

Look, let's cut through all this
bullshit.

I want out, otherwise no fight. Now how
you gonna pull it off?

We handled that through the Department
of Corrections.

We got a guy on the committee.

You got your word on this?

You better get ready to fight.

Train all day. You know I gotta feel the
pain all day. Work hard even if it rain

on me.

Nothing less than five miles in the
morning. I'm jogging and yawning. Stick

move. One,

two. Cut off the ring now. What you
gonna do?

Show you when I get close.

Take money on the books. You seen the
fight. Take scene. Watch your gear. I

position. The jab keep you at the
perfect distance and it can be done.

Fight is six weeks from tomorrow night.

Y 'all got that amount of time to get
your fighters in shape.

These are the rules.

Mr. Epstein has gone through a lot of
trouble putting them together.

What about a foul? Who's going to ref
this thing?

There isn't any referee.

That's one of the rules.

What kind of shit is this, huh?

Mr. Merker can judge fouls from outside
the cage.

Kicking, butting, low blows. If you win
or lose on a foul, all deals are off.

It's a bunch of crap, okay? My guy's got
a lot more to lose than this other

chump.

No way to train properly.

Plus there's no gloves and these dumbass
rules.

The truth is we don't know shit about
fighting this way.

And that makes you even.

I don't want to cause no trouble. I
wanted to talk to you about the rules,

know?

Actually, about the gloves.

There aren't any gloves. It says so on
page three of the rules.

Yeah, I know, but it'll make for a dull
fight, you know?

I mean, bare knuckles, nobody throws a
lot.

If you watch those old films, Jack
Johnson, Jeffries, Corbett, I mean,

guys trained in bare knuckle style, you
know?

It was like a newsflash when somebody
threw a punch.

I just want to make it clear that I
agree. But my boy, he don't give a shit.

Gloves, no gloves, it don't matter.
Bring them on. We ain't backing up for

nobody. Jam, baby, that's right, jam.

be a lot more hitting with gloves.

I gave you a copy of the London price by
rules that Mr. Epstein typed out and it

says no gloves.

No.

Wait a minute.

He's right.

It's a better fight with six ounce
gloves.

Get him.

Monroe! How you doing, brother?

First there's a smile, then comes a
cheap shot, huh?

I guess nobody's dumb enough to ball for
that twice, huh?

Well, you got that right.

Mr. Iceman, you can call me champ.

Now, see, you've been told.

In here, I'm the champ.

Oh, you believe that? You must believe
in me too, Farron.

Nobody's backing up.

When you hold on, brother, we're going
to get you a chance.

Good evening, I'm Maureen O 'Boyle.
Tonight on CNOX's The Inside Story,

talking with Tawny Rollins in an
exclusive interview that will be her

public statement since the sensational
trial and conviction of George Iceman

Chambers, former heavyweight champion of
the world. Thanks for being with us,

Tawny.

I was scared.

I didn't want to be there anymore.

I didn't want to do nothing with him,
but he wouldn't stop.

This whole thing is just such a mess.

I've been out of work since this whole
thing happened, and I had to have lots

doctors and lawyers, and I got stacks of
mail from people saying that they hate

me because I took away their heavyweight
champ and that I'm a gold digger and

all that, but I say walk a mile in my
shoes.

I did not want to cause him any harm,
but he wouldn't listen to me, and he

wouldn't stop.

He's just been watching me over prison.

Get on the horn and get me a situator
right in here.

Central Security, this is the missile.

You're in a situation of red.

A situation of red.

Batman.

Batman.

Before you came here, we all figured you
were some kind of dude.

Then you show up.

acting like you're the god and we're the
sign.

Well, hey, man, every dog in here wants
to see you get your ass kicked.

You're going down, man.

Who the fuck does this fucking warden
fucker think he is?

Doesn't anybody know how to do business
in this fucking state?

My fucking wife and her fucking asthma
and allergies.

We ought to move to the fucking desert.

Goddamn fucking chickens and donkeys. I
should have known better than listen to

those shitheels.

Fucking Palm Springs.

Lay there in the fucking sun and do
nothing. Then this fucking state grabs

ass for time. Why the fuck I didn't stay
in fucking Florida where people know

how to do fucking business?

Fucking wife and her fucking asthma.

Shit.

Something needs to get fucking done.

I got to do it myself.

Call the fucking warden.

I want to meet him.

Yes, sir, Mr. Estienne.

I don't make it a habit of meeting with
prisoners. I'm doing this out of

deference to Mr. Merker here, who
thought it would be a good idea.

However, any attempt to have me
reinstate the fight between Mr. Chambers

Monroe Hutchins will be futile.

It has been irrevocably canceled.

Can I tell you a story?

One of my favorites. It's about how
things get done.

This is a story that takes place in
Havana. It must have been the middle

I was second in charge of certain
operations.

Second to a Mr.

Meyer Lansky.

There was this casino.

A new one that had been built in a
neighboring town.

But... The mayor, he wanted to close
that casino because

he did not like gambling.

He thought it brought the wrong kind of
people.

So he ordered the casino closed.

I had to report this to Mr. Lansky.

So Mr. Lansky, he told me, he says, you
tell that mayor.

That the casino stays open, no question,
but that the mayor had a choice.

He could choose to be killed, or he
could choose to have a great

deal of money deposited in his bank
account. It was his choice.

In either case, the casino stays open.

What happened to the mayor?

He died.

He hit his ignition and his car had
exploded like a fireball.

You're just going to stand there and let
this little one threaten me?

Well, sir, I don't much want my car to
blow up.

We could talk about the money when you
come back from your vacation.

I understand you're leaving tomorrow.

All of us, we hope you and your family
have a very pleasant time.

We're gonna limo over a few guys from
Vegas.

Act as witnesses.

Chewie, we've been talking.

We need you to go to the Iceman.

Get a number.

We're getting a hell of a price on
Monroe.

We need the Iceman to go for it.

Ask him to lie down for some guy?

I don't see it.

Offer him a million.

He made 25 million the last time he
fought somebody.

We gotta fight for that one. Talk to
him.

You got it wrong.

You hired me to look after Mendy.

I'm looking after him right now.

Mendy wants a straight fight. It's not
the money.

Bullshit. In New York, in Cuba, in
Florida. His whole life, it's always

the money.

He's got it stashed all over the place.
Fucking millions.

He's got every fucking nickel he ever
made.

With Mendy, it's always about the money.

You guys are way off Mendy's radar on
this deal. And I don't want to mess it

for him.

Mendy wants a straight fight to the
finish, and that's it.

You want the Iceman to dump? You go talk
to him.

Don't get your hopes up.

Now that this thing is back on, here's
the deal.

We got a guy in the dispensary who's
gonna steal five or ten volumes.

Crush him up.

And I got another guy in the commissary.

Last meal Iceman needs before he fights.
Mix it in.

Just enough to slow him down.

Fuck him up.

He'll still fight.

But it won't be the same.

That'll be just enough to give you the
edge.

Got it?

You do that, I'm going to break you up
into pieces.

I can take this guy, and I don't need no
help.

You understand that?

Hey, we're just trying to give you a
little something extra, man.

We got a lot of money on this table.

I may not be a real good guy.

But I ain't no chicken shit either.

Remember that.

Take a bow.

We've got ourselves 90 minutes.

We just concentrate.

We focus.

We mentally imagine ourselves winning.

Just close your eyes.

We concentrate.

We see ourselves winning.

We see Iceman, oh, shit.

We see ourselves winning.

20 minutes, we've got to loosen up.
Okay? Break a sweat.

We don't want the shithead to catch you
cold.

Hey, sloppy, that's where mistakes
happen.

All right, cell blocks A, B, C, and D,
if all y 'all are ready over there,

start moving them in on 15 -minute
intervals.

Shit, Iceman, shit, shit.

That's, that's, that's what we go for.

Your rhythm. Your heartbeat.

Listen. He is a guest. This is your
house. He is an unwelcome guest.

before around here. London Prize rules.
No traditional rounds to speak of. No

regulation -sized gloves.

Just those bitty six -ounce suckers.
Don't tear up. A fighter steps from the

mark ready to fight. He go down, then he
got 60 seconds to come back. That's it.

Fight to the finish. No ref. Only got us
a timekeeper for the mark. Our very own

Mr. Murka, the walking mark.

And for the great Monroe Huston, feel
the best judgment. And don't do nothing

stupid. Now to forfeit all the money
that you got, bet it those big odds.

And welcome to our amigos from Las
Vegas. Here to witness this contest and

report it to various cities all around
our great country. Whole lot of

bookmakers out there want to know what's
coming down.

Well, it's us against the world, my
brother. And just like you, I too am for

great Monroe Huston. He brought honor to
our house of pain. But I will call a

neutral fight.

Come on, bitch. Come on.

This is a fight for what's right. This
is a brawl for...

with the Iceman.

He's never had to face anything like
this.

man is one cocky son of a bitch.

He's already knocked him down twice. I
don't know how much longer this is going

to go.

You got to fight your fight. You got to
fight his fight. You control the rhythm.

You got to turn this fight around.

You can do it, Monroe.

Come on now. This is your round.

Look, it's supremely confident.

He's got it all going his way. Round
three.

They come out, and it seems like the
Iceman is just trying to find that one.

big shot, that'll put Monroe on his ass
and give him a one way ticket to

bootyville.

That's right.

Dice, man, is clearly in control of this
fight. But Monroe is still there, baby.

Our favorite son is still standing.

Say what you want to say about it.

Two guys fighting to the finish, but
just one guy wins because he's the

man. And that's what the goddamn sport
is about.

Mendy Ripstein died three weeks after
the big fight.

He kept his word.

Monroe got his money and the Iceman got
out on special parole.

I can personally thank Mr. Epstein for
another thing.

His lawyers contacted my family.

He left me two million dollars free and
clear.

So I guess I'm not going to have any
excuses when I get out of here.

I read in the sports page that Iceman
and his manager both denied the fight

Monroe ever happened.

And the story about him losing was only
a big rumor.

A fairy tale.

Once upon a time in prison.

of experts have the fight even at two
rounds apiece.

Both fighters fighting for the
heavyweight championship of the world,

greatest title in all of sports.

One thing I can tell you for sure, life
in prison hasn't changed the Iceman's

fighting style.

Both fighters feeling each other out.

And I'm Holly Grove Park.

The hood made me thrill. The hottest hot
boy, baby, time revealed.

And I'm mama's oldest boy. Papa's
thirsty, but papa's not real. He don't

what I believe. I'm 19 strong, a kid
with a kid. And ain't too many people

there what I did. I rock bricks down. I
rock and pound. I pump the best throw,

pound for pound. Now stay round. The
boy's tough, not bluff.

Cheesy, wheezy, young money squad up.

Whoever don't like it, mount up and down
you go. I've been a champ like a dual

Monroe. Not in 10 years, they still
wouldn't have planned it. But everyone

fall and I'm still be standing.

We've been through too much pain, too
much struggle, and too much strain. This

is CMR. So to make us try to lock us in,
we got to lock on the block to the pit.

We again lose.

We've been through too much pain, too
much struggle, and too much strain. This

is CMR.

So the niggas try to lock us in. We got
it locked from the block to the shed.

I'm the Iceman, whoa, it's nothing to
ask you. I'll put the G on the head and

got to say it out the mouth. With the
beanie, with the blue jean jacket, metal

pack. Walking up that walk and I'm about
that jacking.

I do this for the penitentiary. Holla,
I'm stunned for y 'all while I'm

these dollars.

I lock cells like four corner blocks.
I'm the bird man. I never chipped off

top. I'm switch hand. When I'm swinging,
I'm landing. I thug on the street and I

thug red bandit. Wipe off the land. It's
a concrete jungle. A till full of

gangsters, OZs, and bundles.

The till drops for the clowns I put
under. You know I've been living like

for ten summers. I'm the boss of the
ghetto. Black pro of the game. Third

survivor and a damn dang chain.

Blues, we've been through too much pain,
too much struggle, and too much strain.

This is CMR, so the men is trying to
lock us in. We got it locked from the

to the pen. We are damned. Blues, we've
been through too much pain, too much

struggle, and too much strain. This is
CMR, so the men is trying to lock us in.

We got it locked from the block to the
pen.

Undisputed. Say, whoa, look.

Check this out. They about to cut the
lights off, right?

Simmons and Melton and a joke.

Why you at it?

Sitting there whipped down your wick.
Boy, I done sing for you, so it's best

come. I'm Max Saladin, the dog of the
prison.

I'm the next best thing to the warden.
Plus, I'm charging two bits on the

carton. I thin work for old blister with
no filter. The BGF, they'll show and

get you. I walk with my pants sagging.
I'm a HBG for life. Now, what's

happening? Please, what you talking? I'm
the dead man walking. If we was on the

streets, then a 4 -4 would be born. Keep
the shank on the left side of the tits

right here.

I'm the greasy Attaboozy that's running
a tip with the black gorillas.

Petty Hustlers, Nessie, Fridonis on a
Sam, Aryan Nation, and OJ. Now how you

gonna stop them, throw away the key, and
lock them? Tell the D .A. it's them

against me. We can't lose.

We've been through too much pain, too
much struggle, and too much strain. This

is CMR. So the niggas try to lock us in.
We got it locked from the block to the

pit. We untame. We lose.

We've been through too much pain, too
much struggle, and too much strain. This

is CMR. So the niggas try to lock us in.
We got it locked from the block to the

pit. Undisputed.