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Alex, is that ten grand or are you just happy to see me?

It's there. Let's go.

How did a bonehead like Wolf wind up in the fight ring...

with Minoso Torres?

Word is Wolf stepped in on a beef Torres had with Gabriel Caine.

Caine's too smart to get on Torres' bad side...

unless he had a reason for getting there.

Find him.

Wait here.

It's there. Let's go.

- Put this on. - Fuck you.

Put this on or I'll break your glasses and feed you to Lester in D block...

you little gerbil.

- Right over the grate. - What grate?

- Just keep crawling. - Hot! Jesus!

- Good. - Damn!

- Stop. - Can I take it off now?

You could, but if you do the man on the other side will kill you.

If you show a certain degree of wisdom...

he'll put you on a boat, take you across the lake...

pick you up in a car and then drive you across the state line.

Whatever you decide to do, please do so with haste.

- What is it? - Yeah.

You're going outside.

The showers won't be the same without you.

Get up!

Get your fat ass up!

Don't you know you're not supposed to smoke in bed?

Gabe.

You want to say good night to your little sister...

and your ugly dogs in Diggstown?

Thanks.

You're a good friend.

I don't know, Wolf.

I never should have let you fight Torres.

Arert you gonna sing and dance with him?

It did do the trick, though.

- So you're here to cheer me up. - Yeah.

You're gonna make me a rich man, right?

That I am.

So you're a good friend.

Maybe the best I ever had.

Nobody ever took the time to teach somebody like me.

And nobody ever gave me a chance...

to make the kind of money we made today.

So you're a good friend, okay?

Get some rest, partner.

Yeah.

In the 18 years I've been running Winfield...

there have only been six escapes.

Five of them since you arrived here.

Like little old Alex Dupree who disappeared last night.

What do you think about that, Mr. Caine?

I think the important thing is not to take it as a personal rejection.

Warden, I owe you an apology.

Guys said your clip was full of blanks, but I didn't know they meant your gun.

I don't carry blanks.

God, that was clumsy of me.

Scared me. Did it scare you?

You're smart, Caine.

How did they catch a boy as smart as you?

Let's just say you might want to change careers...

and sell phony art to rich people.

Make sure your painter doesn't use acrylics on 18th-century landscapes.

I'll remember that.

I will.

And you remember this:

I'll find out how you've been doing it...

before you're released next week.

- Keith. - So this means Club Med is out?

- Jesus. What if they find the tunnel? - So what?

- You think I left my name on it? - I don't know.

Queen.

What are the chances of another queen?

Two showing, ten cards down? Looks like two out of forty to me.

Unless, of course...

Son of a bitch!

Unless there's one queen left 'cause the other one isn't where you put it.

Ten thousand come out okay with Alex?

Leave it to you to make 50 grand in jail.

A mere bag of shells, but it should get us started.

How are those farm boys looking in Diggstown?

Nothing Roy can't handle. I've seen them all.

- How's he doing? - Roy's doing good.

I talked to him. He's really excited.

- Yeah? Good. - Yeah.

It's time to set the hook in Diggstown.

- Do it just like I told you. - Yeah.

Exactly like I told you.

Then the party's on me when it's over.

Gabe, when it's over...

we'll all be lucky to get away before they kill us.

What's the difference between a hustler and a good con man?

- What? - A hustler has to leave town quickly...

but a good con man doesn't have to leave until he wants to.

We're in business.

- Fitz, man. - Corny.

- Right. - How are you?

Remember I promised to introduce you to some of the guys?

You certainly did.

- This is Frank and Sam. - Hello.

That's Tank there. Over there playing pool is Robby and Billy.

- This is the big fertilizer man. - Randall Patrick O'Shannon Fitzpatrick.

- Call me "Fitz. " - I hear you're good with card tricks.

- You did? - How are you at the real thing?

You don't want me sitting in here.

Cards just turn to money in these hands.

Back home they call me "The Cleveland Collector. "

He told me that.

They'll call you the "Cleveland Clown" after we're through with you.

They will?

Sit your ass down.

Seriously?

I don't want any hard feelings here. I'll take all your money.

I hope I got enough money to get in this game.

Cut 'em.

Luck be a lady tonight. Thank you.

I'm sorry. Really.

Must be my lucky day.

Sam, thank you. Thank you kindly.

Ouch.

This is fun. Isn't this fun?

- Shit. - Damn.

- Is this his? - It must be.

This is a nice truck.

I'd give my dick for a truck like this.

What would be the use of having it?

Yeah, right.

I better be going. I'll see you around.

All right, Robby. Talk to you later.

Yeah.

God, I love this building.

Yeah, you were a genius to buy this place.

No, I was a genius to have the town buy this place...

and then hire me to manage it.

That's genius.

You know, Daddy, you are this town.

Yes, I am.

You left yourself wide-open.

I'll tell you something, there are several ways of getting things done.

It's time you start learning what they are.

Someday Diggstown will be yours.

I'm ready whenever you say, sir.

I'm sure you are, Robby Gillon.

Every day it becomes more and more important to how people see you.

You want to make goddamn sure...

they don't ever see anything you don't want them to see.

You got that?

Yeah, I guess so.

Good boy.

There's my boy.

Then I think maybe they should get used to seeing how good you look.

In a 1958 red and white Corvette.

Oh, my God, Daddy.

- You're next, Robby. - I can't believe this.

- That's what that car says. - She's beautiful, Daddy.

I know you're in a hurry, but it would mean a lot to me...

if you could stop and say hi to my dogs.

"Say hi to your dogs"? Are you joking?

- What is that? - They'd smell me on this.

Wolf, you'll be out of here in two weeks. Please.

But I've been gone a long time. I know they miss me.

It won't be no trouble.

They're at the boardinghouse with my sister.

That's right. I don't want anyone to know that you and I know each other.

Come on, think about this.

How will talking to my dogs tell her that?

We'll need Emily's help on this thing we're setting up.

I can't ask her to do that. I don't know her. She's your sister.

You have to ask her when you get out. Use your head.

She hates me! I wouldn't see her when she come up here.

She won't return my letters.

I'll say hi to your fucking dogs for you, okay?

Oh, thanks.

State of Georgia might be through with you, Caine, but I'm not.

You know what you need? You need to get out more often.

You're spending way too much time in the company of men.

Be seeing you, Caine.

In your fucking dreams. Come on, open up.

I got a whole world waiting.

Hey, baby.

Shit, not even a damn kiss on the cheek.

What a stud.

Gabriel, has it been two years already?

The action hasn't been the same without you.

They credit you two-for-one these days, if you don't use a gun.

God bless the liberals.

Paulo.

I'm setting something up, Victor. The money will run half a million...

and I'll need an establishment type, like the esteemed Victor Corsini...

to hold the money.

- You interested? - How about this guy?

You know I can't resist watching you work...

but where did you ever get $500,000?

From you.

Don't make me have to kill you.

You know how I hate it when I have to kill my friends.

Far be it for me to ruin your day. Do I have it or not?

Come on, boy! Give him a left hook!

For crying out loud! What kind of a fight do you call that?

You in the wrong seat, boy.

Nobody gave seating assignments.

I'm about ready to give you one.

This is Mr. Gillors chair.

You must be our Floridian tourist.

You certainly have wonderful taste in automobiles.

Yeah, though it's kind of a limp color.

Snowflake white.

But I figured better a limp color...

than a limp model like the 300.

At least I had enough change left over...

to buy myself a proper pair of socks.

I'm just fucking with you. You want your seat back?

Please, feel free. I was bored shitless anyway.

Our boxing here in Diggstown...

is not to your satisfaction, Mr...

- John Gillon. - Nice to meet you.

- Can I be frank with you? - Please.

It's never too satisfying knowing who will win. You know what I mean?

Take this mamaluke in the white trunks.

Halfway through the first round, I know he'll be kissing canvas.

He's already done it twice.

So what do you think? Will he kiss canvas the third time? Yes.

All right!

Guys, I'm as surprised as you are. Believe me, that was a lucky shot.

Should we up the bet again?

We better take him while he's still able to stand.

Always go with what you know, Frank. My cardinal rule of gambling.

You ready for 300 a game?

Three thousand. I'll play the kid for pink slips if he wants.

You really serious? That truck?

Hell, yeah. I always wanted a Corvette.

Besides, a man never bets what he can't back up.

- Right? - That's right.

Let's do it.

So you're saying you think this man...

over here in the red trunks will win this fight?

Is there an acoustical problem in here?

I don't think he'll win this fight.

I know he'll win this fight.

I have to split.

By the way, I'd bet a thousand on it.

But would you bet 2,000 bucks on it?

Are you joking?

There's two things we never joke about in Diggstown, Mr. Caine:

Our boxing and our betting.

It's one minute.

Go get 'em!

A minute ten.

Fifteen.

17, 18, 19!

One minute, 19 seconds.

Huh?

That's very good. He's good. You're good.

Why don't you save the effort and concede?

No, I've done that good before.

Question is: Can I do it now?

Great.

Buck!

Nobody sits in my seat.

A minute, ten.

Twelve.

15, 16, 17.

Yes! I can't believe it!

Keys.

Come on.

Thank you.

Drinks on me!

Hustling?

Now ain't that a bitch?

Did I ask you to shoot pool?

Or beg to play poker with you guys? Hell, no!

I told you I was gonna win!

Now you're upset because you didn't listen?

I'm sorry. You're just a little bit full of shit on this one.

Like this sorry nonsense right here.

You saying something about Charles Macum Diggs, hotshot?

Come on, Frank.

Charles Macum Diggs is one of the most overrated...

would-be-but-never-was heavyweights of modern times.

It's a wonder he didn't get killed in that last fight...

Charles Macum Diggs was one of the greatest boxers of all time.

I've seen him put away as many as five men in one day...

when he was training.

You name anybody you've ever seen do that, loudmouth.

"Honey" Roy Palmer.

Who?

The most underrated...

heavyweight of modern time.

I never heard of him.

You never heard of him because he never got a shot.

He could take on any ten of you in a day.

- Any ten, any day! - Nobody can take ten men.

I got $10,000 against your thousand...

says he can take on any ten Diggstown men...

and walk away from every one.

- Let's take him, Frank. - Don't tell me what I know.

Wanda, I'm in fierce need of libation.

How's about your $100,000...

against my 10,000?

Hell, yeah. Why not?

You got yourself a bet, sonny.

- Who are you? - John Clayton Gillon is who I am.

Former manager and forever champion...

of Charles Macum Diggs.

When were you thinking of putting on this little event, Mr...

You? You're not serious.

Yeah, I am serious.

I brought my $10,000 cash just to show you how serious.

Surely, you have your 100,000?

You own my sors car, I understand.

That's got to be won'th 25.

I've seen that fancy rig of yours outside.

At least they said it was yours. That's another 25.

That's 50. That leaves 50 cash.

A high roller like yourself...

I'm sure you have $50,000 cash on you at all times.

Because if you don't...

You know what we call that around here?

A forfeit.

And right now.

- I didn't necessarily mean $10,000. - I'll back him.

Are you a fan of "Honey" Roy Palmer's too?

I don't even know who he is. I just want to see you eat ten grand.

Your man as good as you say, stud?

Fucking well better be.

I don't want any more money kept with this sheriff either.

You know Dubber Wiseman in Vegas, Victor Corsini in Miami?

I know Mr. Corsini.

Has an excellent reputation.

Have no problem with him escrowing our wager.

Monday morning you make sure the funds are wired to Mr. Corsini in Miami.

How's two weeks from tonight for the event?

Done.

I'll be back Wednesday to work out the fight rules.

Fair enough.

Chubby, the vehicles will remain here in town.

Somebody remind me in church Sunday morning...

to thank God for making fools.

Morning, Fitz! Come on.

Yes. Nice look.

Seven pitchers of beer.

I told you the pills would keep you from getting drunk.

The hangover, on the other hand, is pretty much nonnegotiable.

Nice face.

Can I get you something?

Anchovies and milk? Some deviled eggs?

You've got to take me to the airport. I gotta go to Texas and get Roy now.

Why do you have to get Roy? There's no problem with him coming on his own.

There is if he doesn't know he's supposed to. Sugar?

What?

- Yes? - Roy's in, right?

Did Roy say he isn't in?

No, he's in. I mean, pretty much.

He hasn't said that he's out.

Yes?

What did he say when you asked him if he's in?

I haven't asked him yet.

No good? How about some pork tartar?

Some goulash maybe?

How about a little Spam and yogurt?

How about some moo goo gai pan?

Keep your eyes on the man.

Keep that right hand where you can feel it 'cause you can't see it.

Let's try the double jab. One, two! All right.

Remember: Keep your elbows in and turn that punch over.

I got a trick here for you. This one's a double jab and...

- You got my money? - Not exactly, but...

Then get out of here.

- Stop trying to be mad at me. - I'm not trying. I am mad at you.

You're sulking because of that last night in Moline.

Hold it. Jose, you take over.

You looked hurt, Roy, so I stopped the fight.

You lost faith in me. It was a cash fight.

You kept drilling me that half of the money is in the acting.

$92,000, man.

I know you're here to piss me on something, but I'm off the con.

I'm out, completely, forever.

All right.

What do you mean?

If you're not interested, you're not interested.

- Take care of yourself. - Yeah.

- How's Mary? - What?

- She's fine. - Good.

Why don't you come to the house for dinner tonight.

Dinner. Good. Great.

- 7:00? - Yeah.

- I'll bring the wine. - You got it.

- One condition. - What?

No business.

He's great with the kids at the YMCA.

- You're really good with them. - I like it.

Keeps them off the street and out of those gangs.

Plus, I get to work out for nothing.

It's important to stay in shape.

There could be a seniors bout sometime in your future.

Mary Ellen, is it possible you've become a more fantastic cook since Moline?

You want some more wine? Let me just fill that up.

Good night.

You two look really happy together.

You've got a wonderful home, terrific job. You done good, partner.

Yeah, it's a start.

I gotta go.

We were the best.

You get your sorry butt back in this bed.

He's playing you like a cat on a string.

- I just have to make a phone call. - Who you calling at this hour?

People who are up at this hour.

You son of a bitch.

Not only do you put this into play without talking to me...

but you get yourself in a money deal with Corsini that will get you killed!

I don't believe you.

And don't think I don't know why you did it.

I know.

You think Roy will jump on his horse and save your scheming ass.

You think I won't tell you to go to hell.

You've got a big surprise coming your way.

Pick me up at 8:00.

I found "Honey" Roy Palmer in some old books.

His last recorded fight was in '72.

How old is this boy?

Forty-eight.

With ten men, he won't last ten seconds.

His knockout record was uneard of.

Out of 36 fights, 31 by knockouts...

three by technical knockouts and only one by decision.

Damn. At least he lost two.

Both to the same fighter: A guy named Hammerhead Hagan.

One by decision, the other by technical knockout.

Then he just faded away.

Congratulations on your new truck, John.

You know what that book doesn't show?

- What's that? - All his cash fighting since then.

Those records don't lie.

You fellows better remember, this is a man...

who knocks people unconscious...

with a single blow.

I consider any such man extremely dangerous...

even at 48 years old.

Ben.

- How you doing? - Great.

Ben is not what you would call one of Gillors most ardent fans.

He is the only one in town, besides Gillon, who owns his own land.

How'd you manage that?

While everybody else was trying to get rich off Diggs' last fight...

I went fishing.

It was a real bad time here.

People lost farms been in the family for years.

Folks really got hurt.

Here it is.

The very ring that Charlie Diggs himself trained in.

I fixed it up just the way you wanted.

- What's it doing here? - Diggs used to work for me.

Asked to put it up so him and his friends would have a place to practice.

Bought a place over on the river once he was doing good.

He's still there.

I hear he's kind of a vegetable now.

Oh, he's got his moments.

Mostly sits in his chair staring out at nothing.

Jesus.

Who's Willie? Who's Waylon?

I bet you're little Dolly because you're so pretty.

Yes. Look. See?

Who's Dolly? Who's the pretty one? You're pretty.

Are you Elvis? Are you...

You're a friend of my brother's, aren't you? I'm Emily.

You're... No, actually, I was just looking at the dogs.

You're a friend of Wolf's or they'd have torn your arm off by now.

It's his shirt, isn't it? How is he?

He's good. He's looking forward to coming home.

Yeah, me too. I miss him.

Excuse me.

I take it you're Mr. Caine.

Whole towrs talking about you and your partner after the other night.

"Partner"?

I just met that Mr. Fitz.

I see. A coincidence?

- Yeah, that's it. - Imagine that.

You know my brother from prison.

You and this other fellow show up days apart...

and just before Wolf's coming home...

and suddenly there's this huge bet on a fight that sounds impossible.

Coincidence just seems to follow you around, doesn't it?

You sure you're Wolf Forrester's sister?

People say I take after my mother.

She was smart enough to get out of this town while I was still in diapers.

Wolf begged me to visit his dogs when I got out, so I did. That's that.

But let's not let anybody else get the wrong idea...

about me knowing Wolf and being in prison.

It's like our little secret. What do you say?

I have to go back to work.

I have to ready Miss Parkins' basement for a new tenant.

I thought you worked at the bank.

Extra money. I'm leaving soon.

- Do we have a deal? - I don't make deals with strangers...

and little secrets are for little children.

Do I look like a child to you?

No, ma'am, you most assuredly do not.

Good day, Mr. Caine.

Son of a bitch. Ten ounces and ten rounds? Forget about it!

Nobody lives in town.

Twenty-four hours, and forget your fight. They've always been five rounds.

Bullshit to your eight-ounce gloves and five-round fights!

- Ten ounces and ten rounds or forget it! - Do I look that stupid...

or have y'all been breeding too close to the gene pool?

I think you have.

Diggstown is Olivair County.

A day is 24 hours.

Tell you what.

Mr. Caine...

my son and his friend...

are trying desperately to regain their honor...

and his car.

While I admire their courage as men...

I worry a great deal about their safety.

They're boys.

Let them wear the headgear, just those two...

and you can have your 24-hour day.

But Diggstown is in Olivair County.

Any man residing in the county...

is a Diggstown man.

I'll tell you what.

Any man residing inside the county line today...

and can prove it...

is a Diggstown man.

Why, Mr. Caine...

you certainly don't think I'd stoop to bringing in a ringer, do you?

Not now I don't.

- Yeah! - Jesus!

So what's his time like for the mile, Buster?

Seven minutes, three seconds.

That's good. Why don't you put down 8:40.

Evening.

- Come on! - What was that all about?

Sorry. They just like you 'cause they think you're Wolf's friend.

- It's hot. - You get used to it.

So, what does our new tenant think about what you did with the basement?

I wouldn't know. I never met him.

Me neither.

Damn it. Look at him go.

There's only five days left, John.

Shouldrt you be deciding on those last three fighters pretty quick?

I already decided on two:

Buck Holland and Sonny Hawkins.

What about the last one?

What last one? We may not need a last one.

The way Coach has been working our boys, he may not...

- Morning. - Good morning.

Look how he just suddenly appears out of nowhere.

What's going on over at Culver's?

Here's his running times, Mr. Gillon.

I shot a whole roll of film too.

Get it over to Verrs and tell him to put a rush on it.

I'm getting anxious to take a look at this old boy.

- This is it? - Uh-huh.

That's as fast as he can go?

Looks like age has finally caught up with our poor, old "Honey" Roy Palmer.

Take this, Corny, and run on back. We're gonna kill something now.

Thank you. See you later.

Just dip your shoulder.

Buster says he dips his shoulder before he throws it.

Now dip your shoulder.

- Good. One more time. Let me see it. - That's good, Roy.

Come on, dip.

Yeah, good.

By the way...

I saw Mr. Charles Macum Diggs the other day.

- Is that so? Good. - Yeah.

He didn't get that way from a whole lot of hits in the head.

Tell me what happened.

You know what happened.

- It was in all the papers. - Yeah?

- What wasrt in the papers? - What do you mean?

The guy got hurt. It happens.

It happens to fighters. I thought you knew that.

- I know when you're conning me. - Stop it.

- Tell me. - Stop fucking around and get to work.

What happened?

Come on. Speak up.

Gillon doped him in the last fight.

He doped him. The money was long.

I guess he figured he could make a killing.

Forget about the title shot. What can I tell you?

He drugged the guy. End of story. Let's go to work.

- How'd he do it? - Not important.

Goddamn it!

Keep your mind on business, instead of ancient history that you can't change.

- You hear me? - My mind is on business.

Now tell me how did he do it?

He shot him up with amyl nitrite between rounds.

Gillon knew that Charles Macum Diggs would never take a fall...

so he put the dope in his nasal spray.

How that man went the distance is anybody's guess.

But there is one thing for sure:

His brain didn't.

There.

- You happy now? - What's wrong?

Nothing. Just taking a break.

- Did you see Buster? - Going great. Right on schedule.

Gave me a list of Gillors fighters.

Buster says he can lay a whammy on four guys...

suggests we approach the Busby brothers direct.

- Buy them? Thanks. - Yeah.

Good. That leaves four fights that aren't fixed...

including two high school kids with headgear.

Any word on the tenth fight?

- Nothing yet. - Gillors playing with us.

We probably won't know his ace in the hole until the night of...

You say you're my brother's friend? You could be his worst enemy.

You're using things he told you to cheat people around here for some money.

You think I'm here to steal dimes and quarters out of cookie jars?

I wish I knew why you were here.

Just promise me you'll wait till Wolf gets home...

before you pass judgment or say anything to anybody.

You can, but I wouldn't suggest you go over there.

- I want to go see. - Come on, honey.

Move away from there!

I think it's Wolf.

- Is it Wolf? - Oh, my God!

- It is! - Get back here.

I saw it.

- Stay back. - It's Wolf.

- I'm sorry. - Why is my brother dead?

- I don't know. - You know something!

- I wish I knew. - Tell me now!

- I'll tell them you fixed that fight! - I don't know why Wolf is dead!

It's not because he was escaping. Nobody runs with a week to go.

- What are you talking about? - I'm saying that Wolf...

Maybe Wolf was never supposed to come home.

Your brother accidentally found out something he wasrt supposed to know:

That Gillon fixed Diggs' last fight.

Before he even realized what he knew...

he was the county drug lord being can'ted off to prison.

He never had a chance to tell you this.

I need your help.

I need you to find out how much money Gillors really got.

Wolf was going to ask you.

He was a part of this.

They won't even bury him right.

I promise you...

your brother will have the best funeral this town has ever seen.

Jesus

My Jesus

Your love

Means so much

To me

Your love

Is all that I need

Yeah

Hey, guys.

Five thousand dollars.

Mr. Gillon says he'll pay $10,000...

to the man who knocks "Honey" Roy Palmer out.

But, Ham, how do we know we'll get to fight him...

before somebody else knocks him out?

Besides, look, Gillon ain't going to let us go first.

Ham, that's money in the hand.

That's absolutely right, Slim.

What do you say, Ham?

Come on.

- All right. - Yes!

- Wait a minute. - What?

Make it look real. Listen to Roy in the ring.

Don't wave that around.

You hear the man?

Now you hide this good where nobody can find it.

Don't worry about me. I hide this plenty good.

Good evening.

I'm Roy Palmer. I'm the one fighting tonight.

Maybe you didn't hear.

In a way, it's like you I'm fighting.

But I know it ain't.

I heard what happened, what they did to you.

Yeah, things were rough back then.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had done things their way.

But you can't fight the money.

That's what I learned.

Hope you never have to wonder about that, man.

What you doing?

Nothing.

Just trying to get everything ready for those bank examiners.

What would I do without you?

Don't work too late.

Wouldrt want to miss the fight.

- What? - You were right.

These are the bank records. Gillon owns the whole town.

- What is all this? - He's won'th almost $2 million.

- What is this? - That last Diggs fight...

He put everyone's money on the other fighter.

- He sold farms? He foreclosed? - Land, stores, farms.

- Everything around here. - How much cash has he got?

He's got $720,000.

So he used their money and then foreclosed on them?

- Exactly. - And stole the town.

This Gillon is some piece of work. You gotta love the guy.

This information can get you killed. You know that, right?

You're incredible. This is...

Thank you.

I gotta get cookir.

I'll see you at the fight.

Ladies and gentlemen, only 22 minutes until midnight.

Quite an exciting way to lose $50,000.

I'm willing to side another 50,000 that I don't.

Just you and me.

Personal?

Luckily, I brought my banker...

who just happens to have two drafts here that I can sign.

How fortunate. I'm sure Mr. Corsini's people have done the same for me.

Thank you. Do you have a pen, Paulo? No, thanks. Just put one out.

I congratulate you on your choice of starting times:

Making our farm men fight when they're used to being fast asleep.

Very clever. I like that.

12:01 a. m. Is when Saturday starts. Why waste the day?

Hey, Fish. How's the Big Apple?

A snore compared to what you got going down here tonight.

You boys have outdone yourself.

Just keep his eyes open and his cuts closed, and we'll all go home rich.

- Count on it. - I am.

Buster got us the top half of the lineup.

I figure Gillon will see how it goes before he picks the rest.

This looks great for us. Buck's the only real fight.

Buster had a bimbo come in last night and wear out Billy all night long.

So he's out of there. Sam Lester gets the brown bottle treatment.

He'll leave skid marks from here to Savannah.

The only thing you've got to do, Roy, is help make these bums look good.

Otherwise, the side action will stink.

I'll make it look like the "Thrilla in Manila. "

Be sure to keep your mind on your business.

- Will you stop? - I'll never stop.

Slim and Ham are covered. This cost us five grand.

You want the world to know?

You fighters, the first two rounds...

you do exactly what I say, you make $1,000, guaranteed.

After that, I don't care. Knock the man out. That's up to you.

Buck, we're starting with you because of this right hand.

I want you to work on his left eye.

I want you to cut it, knock it out. I don't care how.

Just tear it out of his head. You got that?

- I'll knock it out for sure. - That a boy.

You're next. You're our lefty.

You work on the right eye. Do you understand that?

This man reads nothing but Braille from now on because of you.

Fair enough? Which brings us to you, Billy.

You get inside. Start working on his solar plexus.

He can't hurt you. You'll have headgear on.

Yes, sir.

Now it's you. You get the honors! How about that?

All those years I was on you about too many roundhouses.

Now they're gonna pay off.

The mars midsection will be broken.

He'll be as blind as Tidwell's goat.

Now you use the roundhouses and you knock him down and out, right?

You can bet on that.

I already have.

Who's next?

See this? This man stood up! That's because he knows he wants it.

In the pressure cooker, this man wants it.

If "Honey" Roy Palmer is still standing...

by some freakish reason...

then you put these big anvils to work...

and put him down once and for all.

- You got that, Hambone? - Yes, sir.

- I whoop him good, sir. - No, you whoop him bad, sir.

- Yes, sir. - Excuse me, Daddy.

I'd like to switch places with Billy and fight in the first half.

- It's all right with me. - Switching places is out!

I need you in the second lineup. Don't you understand?

All of you guys better understand if "Honey" Roy Palmer...

is still standing after 25 rounds of boxing...

don't you know what that means?

That doesn't mean he has boxing skill. That means he's got a heart!

The man can fight!

But this is what keeps him going... and this is where you come in.

You take this right hand and you break the bones in his face.

Then you go in with that Gillon hand and crush his brain!

You got that, Robby? You crush his brain.

Everybody grab hands. Come on. Let's go. Make a circle.

Dear Lord...

please give us the strength and courage...

to tear this man from limb to limb.