Original subtitles

I am Bobby Delgado...

lost in this madness.

Poor little boy...

lost in the world of confusion...

where greed and rules are in fusion.

This life of mine

has been nothing but struggle.

Inside my conscience,

these vultures are still stealing

from my freedom to be.

This is my story

and this is how it all began.

I am among dead men.

(singing in foreign language)

� Entre la vida de un hombre muerto �

� Batallando con m^ mismo en la calle sobreviviendo �

Welcome to my life

This is how I live fighting to survive

While I live among dead men

While I live...

While I live among dead men

� Tengo que cambiar mi vida pero la muerte me llama �

� Ci\rrate este libro misi n completada �

� Tengo que irme manana �

� Me monto en mi Harley con mi mami �

� Among dead men �

Welcome to my life this is how I live

Fighting to survive

While I live among dead men

While I live among dead men

� Among dead men �

� Entre la vida de un hombre muerto �

� Batallando con m^ mismo en la calle sobreviviendo �

Welcome to my life this is how I live

Fighting to survive

While I live among dead men

While I live among dead men

While I live among dead men

� I see you love dangerously �

� Love nobody else but me �

� Watch out �

� Watch out �

� Among dead men �

� Take my breath and mind away �

� Baby let's just ride away �

� Watch out �

� Watch out �

� Among dead men �

(singing in foreign language)

� Guerra ellos quieren z`mbale ese "flow" �

� M\tele bien duro �

� Lleg el pistolero �

Welcome to my life this is how I live

Fighting to survive

While I live among dead men

Delgado, Delgado.

We got 125, we got a good one.

We got two all up.

Don't worry about the Predator.

Don't worry about the Predator.

We want Bobby to take the money.

Okay, Bonito.

All right, Bonito, no worries.

We got it, we got it.

500 grand on Delgado.

� En esta vida muchos suben muchos bajan �

� Muchos se quedan pegaos y no ven ma~ana �

� En esta vida muchos suben muchos bajan �

� Muchos se quedan pegaos y no ven ma~ana �

� En esta vida muchos suben muchos bajan �

� Muchos se quedan pegaos y no ven ma~ana �

� En esta vida muchos suben muchos bajan �

� Muchos se quedan pegaos y no ven ma~ana �

� En esta vida muchos suben muchos bajan �

� Muchos se quedan pegaos hoy y no ven ma~ana �

� Eso es nada nuevo �

� Yo no culpo a mi gente culpo el gobierno �

� Total las tropas los meten presos �

� Ni~os dignos se te pierden sus vidas �

� Otras v^ctimas de la foto se le olvida �

� As^ es la vida en esta selva de concreto �

� El fuerte sobrevive y el d\bil est* muerto �

� Correcto �

� Hay que luchar de coraz n �

� Educar a nuestros ninos darles una vida mejor �

� En la calle... ��

(speaking foreign language)

(man) Official betting will now cease.

And may I remind you all,

apart from my assistant,

no cameras are allowed.

To my right,

weighing in at 117 kilos,

with a record of 15 wins, no losses,

Zane "The Predator" Hunter.

(cheering)

To my left,

weighing in at 93 kilos,

with a record of 17 wins, no losses,

Bobby Delgado.

(cheering)

(grunting)

(man) Let's go!

(grunting)

(man) Get back in!

(man) Get in there, come on!

Hit him!

You're about to be 17 and one.

(grunting)

Fuck's sake, Predator, get up!

You can do better than that.

Get up there, mate, get into it!

That's it.

That's it.

He could have fucking won this, mate.

You won.

(applause)

(helicopter approaching)

Bonito settled up.

No problems.

(engine revving)

Make yourself useful.

Shit!

Give me a look.

When?

Three weeks.

Where?

Hope Island.

Who?

Local hitter.

Nick Spargo?

Bonito has worked on it for months.

Money's right.

How right?

"Last time" right.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(grunting)

Bonito, this is bullshit!

What sort of dodgy scrap is this?

Fuck you, Haines!

Say good-bye to your 40, you ass.

Back off, Marty!

Ahh, fuck...

That's enough, I run this fucking show!

What's the matter with you bastards?

You pull your fucking head in. He's using fucking brass knuckles!

Stay down!

It's not worth the money!

What is this, a fight or a fucking school reunion?

What the fuck, you cheating little cunt?

And you and your fucking dog will be here dead!

He'll be fucking dead!

Go for the ribs, Bobby.

Go for the ribs, mate.

(grunting)

Turn that fucking camera off now!

I want everybody out of here!

You heard me, fuck off!

Nick, what's happening?

Stay with me, Nick.

Come on, Nick, what's happening?

Stay with me, Nick.

Come on, Nick.

(all shouting)

Come on, Nick, don't leave me now.

Come on, come on.

(Bonito) Move, fuck off, everyone!

Come on, get an ambulance, somebody.

Come on, anybody, I don't care.

Come on!

Come on, Nick, stay with me.

Come on, what's happening?

No, Nick, oh, no.

Come on, stay with me, Nick.

Oh, Nick.

Come on, what's happening?

Stay with me, Nick, come on...

Tony.

What's the word?

The cops have been sniffing around.

They've turned one of the punters.

He gave up Bobby.

Shit.

It's out of my hands.

I wanted to tell you face-to-face.

I've done everything I could.

Bobby's gonna have to wear this one on the chin.

When has he not?

I want you to give this to Bobby.

(men shouting)

(buzzer ringing)

� I think I'm going straight to hell �

� I know secrets inside �

� And I will never tell �

� On the way down a few more �

� I'll tell her you said hi �

� So fuck you and your opinions �

� This is my choice �

� I'm going �

� Down �

� Fuck the future �

� Where's my future? �

� I'm going �

� Down �

� Fuck the future... �

Hey.

You're a fucking dog for giving up Bobby.

� You don't have to look... ��

Nick?

(Nick) Hello, Bobby.

What is this?

Shit, only you can answer that.

Hey, hey...

don't worry, man, you're not crazy.

I'm gonna need a second opinion on that.

Tell you what.

In the past, death was your amigo,

and in time, that's something you'll have to deal with.

But for now...

look at you.

You're still bent out of shape

over what happened between us.

Man, squash that shit.

But you're different, Nick.

Maybe.

But...

you need to get your shit together here, right now.

I just wanna do my time.

That's all.

Do your time?

Don't be stupid.

They're coming for your ass.

They come, they're gonna fucking kill you.

Now, do you wanna fucking lay here

and let that happen to you?

Or do you wanna get up, soldier,

and start fighting like a man?

So make a decision.

(men yelling)

Choose.

(buzzer ringing)

(screaming)

� Fuck the future �

� Where's my future? �

(grunting)

(grunting)

(groaning)

� This is my choice �

� I'm going �

� Down �

� Fuck the future... ��

(Bobby) This endless nightmare had finally ended.

Living on my memory after eight years

of long and painful confinement,

I thought I would not pass once again

these gates of steel on a vertical stance.

I was out of the cage,

alive on this beautiful sunny afternoon.

It felt so good

that it was like a dream.

A dream of freedom becoming true.

Freedom becoming true.

You're on, kid.

This guy's 12 and none

but he ain't got your class.

Hurt him bad, make the fucker bleed.

No fucking prisoners.

Bonito, where's my fucking money?

You've been paid already.

Oh, fuck!

(groaning)

Welcome to the complaints department.

Hey, Lito, still working for Big Sal?

You got a fucking problem?

What are you gonna do about it?

Fuck you.

Gentlemen, all betting stops now.

And may I remind you all,

apart from my assistant, no cameras are allowed.

To my left, weighing in at 100 kilos

with a record of 15 wins, no losses,

J.B. Martin.

(cheering)

His opponent...

weighing in at 94 kilos,

with a record of ten wins, no losses,

Wade "The Pit" Bull.

(cheering)

(grunting)

(all shouting)

(all shouting)

(grunting)

Call your dog off!

That'll do it, Pit.

Enough.

Who have you got for me, Tony?

Bobby Delgado.

Delgado.

That fucker cost me a fortune.

Can we set up a lead-up fight in Queensland?

There's a hitter in Brisbane,

Jimmy Cole.

Kicks harder than 101-proof bourbon.

What odds the Bull vs. Delgado?

I've got a baker's dozen of Delgado faithfuls

who'll take two-to-one against the Pit

no matter who he cripples.

I'm getting a hard-on.

I'll take 20-K off the top.

How brave are you, Jarvis?

How about five-to-four on the Pit?

I'll take 10% of your action.

Heavy.

The question I keep asking myself, Tony, is...

do I need you?

You need someone the players trust without question.

That's me.

It is indeed a very small world.

Think harder, Bobby.

Constable...

Blair Cassidy, right?

Detective now.

Okay.

No offense, but you sitting there

cannot be good.

A touch paranoid, Bobby.

It's not like I go around popping kids' balloon animals.

Hmm.

So what can I do for you?

There's a lot of folk around here

that want a shot at your title.

Some even think there's some money to be made.

They're going to be disappointed.

I'm out.

You're not who I'm concerned about.

It's those ambitious and overly zealous few

who give me the sleepless nights.

Just watch your back.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Call this a community service.

Your tax dollars at work.

Mr. Civello.

We both know that the fight game

is a wretched world

where the players live and breathe

each other's lies and deceit.

The Pit vs. Bobby Delgado.

Now there's a certified moneymaker.

Which is why I will green-light backing.

For how much?

Let's just say...

I have deep pockets.

Delgado's release is timely.

It's what the hard-liners have been waiting for.

The Pit's on a leash, right?

For now.

Given his recent history...

I would say time is of the essence.

Agreed.

I realize you are motivated, Jarvis.

Just keep the blood off your hands.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Civello.

(singing in foreign language)

� En Panam* en Nueva York �

� En Borinquen o en Jap n �

� El sentimiento es el mismo �

� Lo digo de coraz n �

� "Uti\ cair "�

� Que yo me voy pa' casa �

� Caballero como es �

� Te lo digo en japon\s �

� "Uti\ cair uti\" �

� "Uti\ cair " �

� Yo me voy en una carreta �

� O si no me voy en-- �

� Quiero probar el caf\ �

� Que colaba Mam* In\s �

� Ve a ped^rselo a Tomasa �

� Que me cuele mi caf\ �

� Me voy pa' la casa �

� Que yo me voy pa' mi hogar �

� No me para nadie �

� Bendici n mam* ��

This is my stop.

You have a great spot. Yep.

See you around.

� Vamos ya vamos todos a gozar �

� Porque quiero quitarme lo suelto �

� Vamos ya que no hay tiempo pa' guayar �

� Esta noche vamos a amanecernos �

� Vamos ya vamos todos a gozar �

� Lo que quiero es quitarme lo suelto �

� Vamos ya que no hay tiempo pa' guayar... ��

How'd you like my man, huh?

Talk to me.

Threes.

(Bonito) Threes?

Threes.

He's wearing pajamas.

Cute.

Well, put him to bed.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(crowd shouting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(crowd shouting)

(groaning)

Come on, Bull! Do it, come on!

(all shouting)

(groaning)

(gasping)

(cracking)

(Bonito) Enough!

Enough!

You cunt.

You fairly caved that prick's head in.

(Bonito) Check your e-mail tonight for the final figures.

We did good, Jarvis.

You mean my boy did good.

Cole's in bad shape.

He might not make it.

Fuck him.

Get him out of here.

Do you want Bobby Delgado?

(grunting)

What would you say if I could initiate a match

between the Pit...

and Bobby Delgado?

I heard Delgado had retired.

He's about to make a comeback.

Really?

He just doesn't know it yet.

The Pit can take him, right?

Come on, Mickey.

You've seen his work.

What about Bonito?

He's in...

and he'll set no limits.

Then no limits it is.

In this havoc of destruction,

many souls were sucked in.

In this game where endless number of centurions

was piling up at the gates,

was Warlock the Strongman,

lost in his madness, just like me.

Fame and fortune was the juice

and we both fought for it that night.

(grunting)

Come on.

Come on.

(grunting)

(groaning)

That day, his undefeated heart of steel

experienced a reflection of emptiness.

That day, I saw a man's world collapsing

and in his eyes, wide-open,

was the expression of confusion and shame.

He went down with honor, like a true warrior,

and showed respect.

Two men went in, one came out.

Nothing was personal.

� It's you I think of now �

� It's for you �

� I want to change �

� It's you I need right now �

� It's for you �

� I want to breathe �

� Only for you �

� Gotta live my life with you �

� Only for you �

� Gotta live my life with you �

� The part of me �

� That's true �

� Comes alive �

� Through you �

� We shall be one �

� Mami ven a m^ �

� Only for you �

� Only for you �

� Only for you �

� Only for you ��

We're friends, right?

Of course we are.

Your time is over.

The game now, it's-- it's ugly...

dangerous, corrupt.

It's all thugs, guns and thieves.

And let's not forget Wade Bull.

Now, there's an entirely

different animal altogether.

Don't go waving the red flag.

(grunting)

Get up, stand up, Marty.

Stand up.

Where's my fuckin' money?

I don't have it.

But I can get it.

You just have to give me a couple of days.

You're a fuck-up, Marty.

You're a loser of Biblical proportions.

You can bet against the Pit

and then not have the money to cover it?

I figured he was due a loss.

(groaning)

You figured wrong.

I noticed you drive up in that

sweet little C-Class down the road.

What about you just hand over the fucking keys

and we'll call it even?

The keys, Marty.

� Nadie sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierde �

� Se va y ya no vuelve �

� Su propio destino \l ya eligi �

� Nadie sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierde �

� Se va y ya no vuelve �

� Su propio destino... ��

Thanks.

It's beautiful.

It sure is.

What was it like?

What?

Eight years without female company.

It can make a man mean.

Your past doesn't frighten me.

(Bobby) She's so beautiful.

To be naive is sometimes a blessing in disguise.

This incredible appeal in her was surreal...

almost magic.

Being her and being so disconnected from this

urban decadence was special.

Even old Civello himself didn't think that

Bobby Delgado would have a heart.

I remember that day in Marseilles,

when all went wrong

at the Fabioli brothers gambling triple.

(coughing)

As you know.

As my old man used to say,

unfinished business always bites you in the ass,

as I learned that day

by sparing the life of Francois Chiape.

Hi, Marty.

You have a problem developing.

You could say that.

I bet some background would come in handy.

Okay, what have you got?

Remember that crackhouse massacre

a couple of years ago?

Big Sal was marking his turf

and our friend was on point duty.

This uptown gang was fresh,

young... and ambitious.

Big Sal had to take action

and send in the cavalry.

(engine revving)

� Thoughts of you �

� Bring tears to my eyes �

� But you don't seem to give a damn �

� So I don't need to try �

� I wanted you to remember �

� I wanted you... �

� I should have never trusted you �

� Now this is what I get �

� No memories of you �

� All the love in me �

� I don't want them now �

� I just wanna see �

� Convince me again baby �

� Just once more �

� To feel your face baby �

� Hear your roar �

� Just go away... �

(women shrieking)

You fucking--

Oh, my God!

(women shrieking)

What are you doing?!

(grunting)

Fuck Civello and fuck you, too!

� All the love we made �

� I don't want them now �

� I just wanna... ��

Bottom line?

Bull is high-order dangerous.

I've got that bit figured.

And here's the kicker.

Sweet's currently backed by Civello himself,

and that salty old fucker

can make a Colombian death squad

look kindhearted and compassionate.

Why are you telling me all this, Marty?

Good question.

Just be ourselves and let karma sort it out, right?

That's one way.

All I can say is that getting pounded

until you piss congealed blood is not my idea of a good time.

You didn't get this from me.

Remember... Bull's about ego.

That's his weakness.

(Bobby) As the threat was closing in,

precious information was coming to us

from longtime friends and associates.

The hype was on this fast-spreading virus

called Wade Bull.

This lone wolf addicted to the white horse

was Sweet's new hope.

He was the fuel that Sweet needed to feed

Civello's greedy fire.

The old fucker hadn't forgotten about

the French suitcase.

Neither had I.

Bobby... you okay?

Just a lot on my mind.

Old enemies?

I know Mitch is worried.

He cares about you.

What are you going to do?

They are going to come at me hard.

I know that.

Why is this happening?

The old evil.

Money.

It's not fair.

All I can do is be ready.

(grunting)

(groaning)

Come on.

Come on.

(grunting)

Whoo-hoo!

Are you happy here, Mitch?

Happy... how?

Grease under your fingernails,

oil in your hair?

I don't miss the fight game.

What about the money?

We had our time.

What are you thinking about, Bobby?

How fear and regrets

can let it all slip by.

Tell me about it.

My old man told me once

life is to be lived between great pain

and even greater joy.

To wear battle scars that reflect experience.

He was right.

That was the only thing the old bastard

did get right.

He knew enough to be a pain in the ass,

but not enough to be worth listening to.

I'll see you, Mitch.

The boys are back in town.

Here we go, man.

I'll tell you what, here's the real deal right here.

How you doin', bro? Are we all good, are we all good?

Good to see you, man, you've been good too?

You got some business here, bud?

Where is Leo Rowe?

And who the fuck is that, huh?

Leo Rowe.

Fuck you and fuck Leo Rowe.

Bring that punk down here and I'll row both your

fucking heads together and row, row, row them down

the fucking street, punk, huh?!

My fucking show, bro.

You want to fucking sightsee, you can pay the fee,

'cause I ain't taking no attitude from some

bitch-made, day-tripping,

Vanilla Ice-looking motherfucker,

you know what I'm saying?

Cough up some respect, man.

Hook us up.

There we go.

All right, see how fucking civil we can all be?

Boys, let this gentleman through.

Straight upstairs, room five, all right?

You can tell them the boys downstairs

pass on their love, huh?

Motherfucker.

Here we go, here we fucking go.

(Bobby) As Wade the Virus was spreading destruction

along his search for fantasy,

he was also leaving traces of

nasty habit all around town.

Dangerous and out of control,

Sweet was keeping a tight leash on his new Pit Bull.

(woman) Leo, come to bed.

I'm working out, babe.

(laughing)

You're funny, man-- working out.

(knocking)

Wade?

Come to bed.

Babe, I'm working.

So you're Jules' friend from Sydney?

I hear you, man.

Between one and ten on the human-being scale,

he rates somewhere between zero and fuck-all squared.

Let's do this.

Sure.

That snow white is mondo fucking cool.

It'll amp you up and melt your face.

Seriously, man.

That's the stardust all the talking hairdos are inhaling.

This new hitter was not as playful as the others.

From seeing the video,

he was the type of clown

that would put a plastic bag over your head

and smile while you gasped for air.

No rules, no mercy, no respect.

Ruthless.

A mindless killer.

(coughing)

(grunting)

(dog barking)

During my life,

I fought many warriors

of different exotic style.

The art of fighting was the discipline

and To'a was the way.

Amongst all these great spirits

was a young Wushu master from Afghanistan.

His flexibility and speed

making him a formidable opponent.

One night of June,

we fought for eternity.

This fight was different

than all my previous ones.

No money, no fame, no glory.

Just two men pushing the boundaries

of speed and interception

under the full moonlight.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(coughing)

Hi, girls.

Jarvis.

Bobby, I'd like you to meet your destiny.

I'm sure you two will become

very, very close.

Don't count on it.

We're just being neighborly here.

Tell you what.

Why don't we buy you boys a nice lemonade?

Go fuck yourself!

What's happened to you, Bobby?

You've got this dumb-ass doing your bidding now?

You've changed, man.

What exactly happened in the slammer?

Find God?

Get shafted up the khyber?

What? Hey, back off, Sweet.

That's your problem, isn't it, Bobby?

What to do with forgotten glory?

You can't fight instinct.

Get it through your thick skull, Sweet.

There ain't gonna be no fight.

Oh, yes, there is, Mitch.

Oh, yes, there is.

Guys like Bobby here just can't help themselves.

They want the world to believe

they've purged their conscience

and that redemption is the new road they travel.

But we know different,

don't we, killer?

Come on, we're leaving.

(grunting)

If you wanna fight, take it outside.

What is it you want from me?

You got nothing I need.

I've gotta come to terms with my own shit...

deal with my own demons.

And that's fucked up enough.

Why are you here then?

That black hole of guilt,

eating at you--

that's what brings me back here.

That's something neither you or I need.

Hey, you're not the heavyweight champion

of the status quo no more.

While you're sitting on your hands

watching the world pass you by,

your enemies are getting stronger,

stronger...

and stronger, Bobby.

I didn't mean to wake you.

I wasn't sleeping.

� Your eyes shine �

� Like you wanna get on �

� On �

� How could this ever be wrong? �

� Be wrong �

� Tell me how you like it girl �

� 'Cause I've been holding on �

� If you'd like �

� We could get this down �

� Down �

� Show me how you wanna get down �

� Get down �

� So close to you I cannot turn back �

� Turn back �

� Don't wanna be lonely tonight �

� Do you want me here? �

� Here �

� Wanna see your body in the moonlight �

� 'Cause I need you here �

� I hear your body calling me �

� Do you ride? �

� Do you ride? �

� Shorty turn around �

� I'll hold your body �

� Hold me tight �

� Hold me tight �

� I hear your body calling me �

� To do you right �

� Do you right �

� Shorty turn around �

� I'll hold your body �

� Hold me tight ��

I was wondering when you were gonna drop by.

Hello, Mitch.

You're looking good, Tony.

And the answer's no.

So what do you make here?

30... 35 a year?

A year.

Remember when you made that on one fight?

There's a lot of interest being generated

amongst the players.

One smart wager,

you'll be back on easy street.

No more rolling snake eyes

here in hicks-town-who-cares-ville.

I like it here.

It's gonna happen, Mitch.

And I don't want to see you buried six foot under.

It's what's gonna happen.

Don't look at me like that.

You're sitting there like this is a joke.

It's fucking not.

This is fucking dead serious.

There's a lot of money involved here, mate.

You could clean up here.

What's the fucking problem?

Do you still think this is a good idea?

What, us?

If I were being logical,

then I'd have to say no.

I sense a "but" in there.

But...

I have this remarkable ability

to tear logic to shreds.

You're not the garden-variety boyfriend,

that's for sure.

And I don't want you thinking

that you're the last-ditch thrill ride

before I'm crushed by life's compliances.

It never entered my mind.

Then fasten your seat belt.

� I did love you �

(salsa music playing)

� Ya no poso hoy en Mateca �

� Ya no poso hoy en Mateca �

� Ya no poso hoy en Mateca �

� Hoy en Mateca hoy en Mateca �

Can you dance?

I can try.

� Quiero robarte un beso �

� Hacer de este instante uno eterno �

� Robarme la ternura �

� De tu boquita llena de dulzura �

� Subir al firmamento �

� Envuelto en la fragancia de tu pelo �

� Dormida en tu silencio �

� Sonando cuando me digas �

� Que te quiero �

� Quiero... ��

You know why you're here.

If you put him away,

there's an extra $500 in it.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

You earned your money today, fellas.

These guys didn't earn shit.

Next time... don't get me amateurs.

Bobby?

Detective.

You're looking sharp.

Just working off some KFC.

How did you get the eye?

Sudden fist deceleration?

Walked into a door.

Ever heard of... Jimmy Cole?

No.

Hitter from Brisbane.

Seems he's holidaying in the Bermuda Triangle.

I can't help you.

Okay.

How about this new hard-on skull

who's just arrived in town?

Wade Bull?

All news to me.

I think Jarvis Sweet and his new boy

are pushing... real hard.

Is that right?

I also think a man can only be pushed so far.

You think too much.

I know some stuff, too.

Like what?

Like...

no one sets out in this life to give into the madness.

But sometimes we're backed into a corner,

so we come out kicking and screaming.

Come on, Bobby.

You of all people should know

that bloodsuckers like Sweet

cast a wide and indiscriminate net.

It's the people we love who end up getting hurt.

Look, all I'm saying is

whatever you're planning on doing,

do it quiet and do it right.

Jarvis.

Bobby.

You and I both know

that there's nothing personal in this caper.

Business is business.

Nothing but.

Despite your obvious cynicism,

I have changed.

Whacking assholes for Civello one day...

having a halo fitted the next?

Snap out of it, Bobby, wake up.

Get on with doing what you do best.

How much you into Big Sal for?

Enough to get the job done.

Look...

you can't beat the Pit anyway, Bobby.

So why don't you just lay down after a moment or two,

and I'll cut you in on the back end?

Win-win.

You're the most arrogant fucker I ever met, Jarvis.

You know that?

You listen here, Bobby.

You and I do a deal right here, right now,

or the gloves come well and truly off.

You follow me?

Then I will start to take all this

very personal.

If that's what it takes...

... then that's what it takes.

The line you walk, Jarvis...

is really thin.

So...

don't go stepping over it.

Don't go stepping over it.

When death strikes, the aftermath is loneliness.

For me, not being able to see loved ones once again

was always a lurking nightmare to happen.

This old reminder from the past

was still bleeding like yesterday,

so I decided to go pay my respect

to my longtime friend

and ask him for guidance and strategy.

He was always there for me

since I was a young boy.

And he knew very well the one who made me.

My mother...

Anna Grace Delgado.

Join me.

I sense unrest.

Things are kind of crazy at the moment.

Over many years,

I have observed your journey.

You are strong and you win.

However, winning is not always a good teacher.

There are men

who want me to fight again.

Then face your enemy with respect.

Allow the reason for combat be his.

One who excels as a warrior

does not appear formidable.

One who excels in fighting

is never aroused in anger.

I understand.

Remember, watch the elbow,

fight on the blind side.

Well...

did you check him out?

It's gonna cost you another 300.

What?

He's an old fuckin' man.

He's all washed up.

He's nothing but dial tone these days.

Well, another 300 and we'll find out.

Fuckin' Muppets.

If Delgado needs incentive...

so be it.

(whimpering)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(growling)

(grunting)

(whimpering)

Here, boy, good boy.

Thanks for your help.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah.

(man) We fucked up.

(thunder)

Enough of this, Mitch.

You're pretty persistent, mate, I'll give you that.

The bullshit fucking stops right now.

Delgado fights, Mitch.

Make it happen, Mitch.

You can make it happen.

All those years you handled Delgado,

you never struck me as a fucking idiot.

Make it happen, Mitch.

Get out of my shop.

Mitch, the fight is on.

Get the fuck out of my shop now!

(grunting)

(grunting)

I'm sorry, Mitch.

It didn't have to be like this.

I almost liked you.

Enough.

Get revenge, Mitch.

(thunder)

Mitch.

You okay?

Nothing two weeks in Tahiti can't fix.

These guys aren't going away, are they?

Yeah.

This conflict of interest had escalated so high

that confrontation was inevitable.

We have to secure our position

as defeat was not an option.

Too much was at stake

as the dice was in full play.

This new game was rolling fast.

Civello, Sweet...

and the whole circus.

We decided to join forces...

and resources

and reshape the rules.

It became our rules, our game.

So this is it?

Where the rubber hits the road?

Don't worry, Bobby.

I found my peace.

For you, on the other hand,

the vultures are circling.

You're about to walk into some heavy shit.

You need to let go of what happened between us.

I'm sorry, Nick.

I know you are, Bobby.

Don't hate the player...

hate the game.

What about you now, my brother?

I can tell you...

the human spirit

is never more powerful

than when guided by forgiveness.

Go.

Do what you gotta do.

Well, Bobby, what a nice surprise.

You're looking for me?

Let's do it.

Fantastic.

About fucking time-- I'll set it up.

No, now.

What?

Forget it, Bobby, I need to set--

Now.

Just you and me, outside.

No fucking way, Delgado!

We fight for money.

None of this "behind the shed, after-school" routine.

That's bullshit!

I'm giving you a shot at the title.

You're gonna walk away from that?

Let's do it.

What is this?

No, Bull, no fucking way, Bull.

Come on, Wade, you're blowing it.

Let's see if you're as good as they say you are.

No money, no bullshit, no crowd.

Just you and me outside,

finding out who's the best.

Let's do it. Hang about, Bull.

Don't be a fuckin' idiot.

You fight who I say and when I say, you dumb fuck!

(grunting)

Hey, Wade...

how much do you want this?

I mean...

there is no one to see it.

No one.

Only you and I will ever know.

You got nothing to fight for, buddy.

I'm giving you a chance to walk away.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(yelling)

Fuck.

What the fuck?

I told you not to walk over that line.

You owe us $780,000.

That was impressive.

The money.

Make the call.

(cell phone ringing)

Bonito.

Delgado did it.

The Pit's hamburger.

Shit, fuckin' hell, Bonito!

Just pay 'em.

Yeah, all right, okay.

I've gotta hand it to you boys.

Took some stones to take a one-on-one bet.

I would have taken all your businesses, you know.

I know.

Relax, gentlemen.

We're all men of honor.

Mr. Yates' business and Mr. Delgado's house.

Your winnings, Mr. Seco.

You made a lot of money today, Mr. Haines.

That's what I do.

Perhaps in the near future,

you'll allow me an opportunity to win some back.

Maybe.

Allow me to book you a limousine.

Heliport?

No.

No.

(thunder)

(knocking)

Here we go.

Turn around.

Fuck you,puta.

Turn... the fuck...

around.

How much you need?

A gram.

How about a party pack?

By the way...

Mr. Civello said to say hello.

Hello.

I'll see you around, you fucker.

Did you see that shit?

The devil is sweet.

(Leo) Let's get the fuck out of here.

� Baby there's a heart and soul �

� That you know best of all �

� I've got to face these demons �

� Before I return home �

� I'll take �

� The long road home �

� Baby it's the love we made �

� Under the southern cross �

� That keeps this heart beating strong... �

(Bobby) In hours, this wind of freedom

was blowing in our hair.

We were silently drifting away from Babylon.

Leaving this world of confusion behind us...

like Bonnie and Clyde

running away from the police fire.

Civello's fucking fire.

This feeling of impending doom

was still floating in the air.

How much time before a new price

would be put on my head?

And so, boogeymen and headhunters

sent all over the place.

The old death squad would do whatever it takes

to put me back into the pit.

Doubts and worries are at the crossroads...

as I'm heading towards this long road home.

� Keeps calling me �

� Keeps calling me �

� Keeps calling me �

� Keeps calling me �

� Keeps calling �

Especially on my beautiful occasion

Greatness history in the making

Phenomenal blazing

Hot occasion

Down to the penny by my money call me Asian

Tried and die in these streets we was raised in

All about a dollar in this world that we caged in

Every man for himself when the day ends

Old people praying turn fast in their eyes

Bad vibrations and lack of information

They want me to go club but I feel I'm coming down

So I keep a closed fist

Can't you hear me coming now?

These are real words and real classic in the making

In with that real way out with that fake shit

In front of me I keep bad company

If you can't help yourself you won't get a crumb from me

The game is like a team forcing...

� Don't you know �

� It's hard out on the road �

� I'm traveling around the globe �

� And I'm doing my thing pulling my strings �

� Doing my thing �

� Don't you know �

� It's hard out on the road �

� I'm traveling around the globe �

� But I'm doing my thing pulling my strings �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� And the crowd keeps calling me �

� It keeps calling me �

� It keeps calling me ��