All language subtitles for Tyson.1995.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG2_English

*

Tyson:
I was just a kid when I first
got to see Muhammad Ali.

I saw the way people
looked up to him.

I saw their smiling faces

and I said to myself,

"That's what I wanna be.

I wanna be
champ of the world."

Kid:
Wait up, Mikey!

*

Just give it.
Shh!

Freeze!

Don't shit
in your drawers!

Boy:
It's just Dog.

Damn, man,
what took you so long?

All right.

( boys chattering )
There they are!

Go in there
and do it!

Boy:
Do it, man.

Fuck them up, Mikey.

Showtime!

( players chattering )

Players:
All right, man, go go!

Move over, move over.

All right.
I got you.

Yeah.
All right, watch him.

Watch out!
( players shouting )

Come on, man!
Come on!

Shit. Shit!

( clicks )
Hurry up, Tito!
Come on!

Woman:
Somebody call
the police!

( police sirens blaring )

( loud TV playing )

Woman on TV:
Oh, I know, darling.
I'll sew it all together.

Man on TV:
And these shoes...
Rodney, is Mom home?

Woman on TV:
I'm taking them down
this afternoon.

Man on TV:
And my gray slacks.

Go to the cleaners.
Why not let me take care

of these chores
just as I have been
for the past 20 years?

Has it been that long?

Yes. You two are
going to be late.

You'd better hurry.
We're hurrying.
We're hurrying.

Goodbye, darling.
Bye, dear.

Bye, Mom.
Bye, sweetie.

Come home early.
I'm planning a surprise
for tonight.

( people arguing )

Denise,
is Mom home?

Do it look
like it?

Various judges:
Michael Gerald Tyson,

you have been found guilty
of aggravated assault...

...guilty:
assault and battery...

...possession
of a deadly weapon,

grand theft...

...aggravated robbery...

...guilty as charged.

...receipt
of stolen goods

...resisting arrest...

Michael Tyson...
...assault with
a deadly weapon...

( indistinct dialog )

( gavel pounds )

Rooney:
What's this kid's name?

Atlas:
How the hell should I know?

I thought
you talked to Bobby.

All he said was he had
a kid we should look at.

Cus:
Not Bobby Stewart?

Yeah, from the
Tryon Detention Facility.

Great,
that's all we need,

another
juvenile delinquent.

Rooney:
So, what'd this kid do?

It's more a case
of "What didn't he do?"

Arrested like 40 times
before he turned 12.

40 times?! Jeez.

Even Al Capone wasn't
arrested no 40 times!

Uh-oh, sounds
like a baddy.

No shit.
Don't he got a mother?

'Course he's got a mother.
Comes a point

even a mother's
gotta toss in the towel.

Bobby don't expect me to take
this kid into my home, does he?

Look, Bobby don't
expect nothin'.

All he said was
take a look at him.

You all right, Cus?

Yeah, fine,
go ahead, go ahead.
I'll catch up with you.

C'mon, Kevin.

( door opens )

( door closes )

Ugh!

That him?

Five-nine,
180 pounds.

That's him.

He's strong!

Yeah, I was expecting
some scrawny little punk.

Jesus.
What've you been feeding
them kids, Bobby?

The usual,
steroids and Cocoa Puffs.

Ugh!
( laughs )

Not much for style,
but, Jesus, he can hit.

Fuckin'-A
he can hit.

A goddamn kid
hittin' like Joe Frazier.

He's faster
than shit!

Ooh!

Take it easy,
a second.

What's your name, son?

Mike.

Mike what?

Mike Tyson.

Mike Tyson.
Well, go ahead.
Do what you do.

So what do ya think?

What do I think?

I think he hits
with bad intentions.
That's what I think.

Come on, come on.

( honks )
Jerk!

There you go!

This is our side,
over here.

Now, back to what
I was sayin'.

Oh, yeah.

Don't worry about bein'
scared goin' into a fight.

It's when you ain't scared--
that's the time to worry.

Fear is the friend of every
good and reasonable athlete.

All right, slow up.

Yeah, you see
that house over there?

That's your
new home, Mike.

All right, guys.
Make a right here!
A right!

Careful. Good.
Here we are.

C'mon in,
make yourself at home.

Camille!

I want you
to meet this woman.

Come here,
say hello to Mike.

Mike's a fighter.
Come on.

Mike, this is
Camille Ewald.

Say, "Pleased
to meet you."

I'm pleased
to meet you, ma'am.

Humpf!
It's all right.

Don't get sore.
I know it's another
mouth to feed,

but we could use that extra
$200 a month around here.

C'mon, I'll show you
to your room.

Is Camille your wife?

Not exactly,
it's her house.

I don't think
she wants me here.

What, that?

No, she's just
a little shy,
that's all.

Will you look at this!

I tell you,
if I catch the bum
who did this,

he's gonna be
a couple of teeth short
of a smile, believe me.

See, I got a half a dozen
fighters stayin' here,

it's important that
everybody be neat.

This'll be
your room here.

We gotta get you
an alarm clock.

Who ate my ice cream?

Don't you ever let me
catch you eatin' my ice cream!
Not never!

What's the difference between
a hero and a coward?

( clock winding, ticking )

There ain't
no difference.

Inside they're both
exactly alike.

They're both scared of dying
or gettin' hurt.

But it's what the hero does
that makes him a hero.

It's what
the other guy doesn't do
that makes him a coward.

( door slams )

( alarm clock rings )

Shit!

*

Cus:
When two men
step into a ring,

one and only one
deserves to win...

When you step
in the ring,

you gotta know,
you deserve to win.
90, 10 more.

You gotta know
destiny owes you victory,

because you trained harder
than your opponent,

you sparred harder,
you ran farther

and you got up earlier.

I know you
ain't sleepin'.

I know you
can hear me!

Always keep your chin
tucked down into your chest.

I don't care if you're
running road work

or just walking around school
or watchin' TV.

Keep that chin tucked down
and your eyes lookin'
up and out.

Cus:
One word describes
Rocky Marciano...

tenacity.
Only 187 pounds,

but to this day he
remains the only undefeated
heavyweight champ. How?

Because he wouldn't
imagine that he could lose.

He would never even allow
the concept of defeat,

to enter his mind.

Don't watch gloves,
watch the chest!

You wait for a glove
to move, you're dead.

When the chest flexes,
you bob!

Joe Louis may have been
quiet on the outside,

but on the inside,
he was pure rage.

He was a negro
in a white man's world
and he hated it,

up and down the street
24 hours a day.

Cus:
Stay in
constant motion.

You're head ain't never again
where he last seen it.

See, you give him
a target here

and by the time he swings,
it ain't there anymore.

When you move, counter,
five to the ribs.

Hop! Bop!

Four-one upstairs,
got it?

All right,
here we go.

If you don't get hit,
you don't lose, it's as
simple as that.

Once you learn to stay
low and tuck behind
your gloves,

and in constant motion,
no one's gonna be able
to land nothin'.

Lies and deceit, subterfuge,
that's what we deal in.

Don't ever let anyone
know your real intentions.

Champion fighters
are champion liars,

best in the world.

Keep the camera moving,
'cause I'm kinda fast.

Back off of him,
just keep boxin'.

Who ate
my ice cream?!

Who ate my ice cream?!

Who ate my ice cream,
damn it!

( Mike sobbing )

Mike.

What's up?

Mike's mom
passed away.

Oh, jeez.

Listen, he's gotta take
a bus down to Brooklyn,

drive him into town,
will you?
Sure.

( low conversation )

What you
gonna do, Mike?

You gonna move
back home here?

No, man,
I got a home.

( hammering )

Hi, Mike.

Hey, Jamie.

Whatcha doin'?

Buildin'
a pigeon coop.

I heard
about your mom.

Hey, Mike!

Glad to have
you back home.

Jamie.

Okay, Uncle Teddy,
I gotta go.

Pigeons, huh?

My old man used to call
them flying rats.

So how was
the funeral?

Yeah.

Mike...

do you know what
a professional is?

Somebody who
gets paid to--

It's got nothin'
to do with money.

A professional is
a guy who performs

no matter what
he's feeling inside.
Do you understand me?

No matter what.

Here.

What is it?

It's yours.

Muhammad Ali gave it to me
and I'm giving it to you.

Take it with you
to the Junior Olympics.

( match bell rings )
( people shouting )

Man on P.A.:
In the Heavyweight
Division we have...

( whispering )
C'mon, Mike, relax,
take it easy.

Teddy,
I'm so scared.

What're you
scared of?

Of letting
Cus down.

You ain't gonna
let no one down.

You fought tougher guys
than this.

Look at your
opponent there.
Look at him.

You don't think
he ain't scared?

Of course he is.

C'mon, what does Cus say?
Remember what he said
about your fear?

What did he say?
To use it.

Use it how?

To turn my fear
into fire.
That's right.

So what're you gonna do
when you get in that ring?

I'm gonna open up
with some sevens.

Seven.

There you go,
chin down, eyes up,

then what you gonna do?
Two.

Seven two.

And what's
the next punch?
Five.

Seven two five.

Seven two five.
Keep movin' inside.

And what are you gonna do
when you get inside?

I'm gonna open up
like a son of a bitch!

All right.
Let's go win a fight.

( bell rings )

( crowd cheers )

Ref:
Get in
the corner!

Four, five,
six,

seven, eight,

nine, 10!

( bell rings )
Yeah!

You did it, champ.

That's it,
just stay still.

Just stay still,
don't-- don't move.

He gonna be all right?
He'll be fine.

Eight?
What do you mean eight?

You know they only do
three rounds in the junior.

Teddy:
No no, eight seconds!

Eight seconds!

What? What'd he do,
shoot the guy?

Might as well have.
They say it's a new
Junior Olympic record.

It's all anyone's
talkin' about.

Where is he now?

He's still in the ring.
They just announced it.

Cus:
Anybody talking to him?

Sure, the ring's
full of people.

Teddy, I want him
back here right now!

Back here on the next plane!
But--

Don't argue with me, Teddy.
Just do it!

Goddamn sharks!

Yes?

Well, Mike--
you know, he...

What about Mike?

Now that his mother's gone
and all that, I--

I thought maybe...

About adopting him?

Yeah.
Sounds crazy,
I know, but...

what do you think?

Teddy: Here we are, Cus!
Mike: Cus, Cus!

Hey, Cus, I did it!

Just like you said!

Yeah, but eight seconds,
what took you so long?

I'm proud of you, Mike.
Really proud.

Come on, Mike, let's get
this crap inside.
Hold it.

I've been doing some thinkin'
while you were away,

me and Camille both,
actually.

About what?

What would you say if we were
to become your guardians?

What?
You mean like adopt me?

Yeah, something
like that.

Yeah, sure.

That's fine, son.

Michael,
congratulations!

I did it!

Camille, was Cus
serious about--?

Cus is
always serious.

Well, then,
was he serious about...

you wantin' it too?

Uh-huh.

Well, then like, um...

then-- well, then could
I call you Mom?

I would like that
very much.

Cus:
So what do you want from me?
He needs sparring partners.

Manager:
What about your
other fighters?

I mean real sparring partners.
He's beaten the hell
outta all my guys.

It's a risk, Cus.
Taking on a new fighter
today isn't cheap.

Jimmy, everything's
a risk.

We're talking about the next
great heavyweight champion
of the world here.

Are you serious?
You mark my words.

When the history
of boxing is written,

Mike Tyson's name
will be mentioned

right along with Dempsey
and Marciano and Joe Louis!

That's a pretty
prestigious club, Cus.

So when do we get to meet...
Michael, what are
you doing here?

Cus: Mike?

C'mere
for a minute, Mike.

You see this guy here?

This is the fairest guy I know
in this whole crooked business.

Jimmy Jacobs,
Mike Tyson,

my son for...
what is it, two weeks?

Mike Tyson,
Jimmy Jacobs.

Hiya, Mike.

Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Jacobs.

Please, Jimmy--
always Jimmy.

This is my partner,
Bill Cayton.

Mike, I watched your
Junior Olympic fight.

That was great work.

Thank you, Mr. Cayton.
My pleasure, Mike.

Bill and Jimmy manage
fighters, Mike.

They wouldn't be here
unless I trusted 'em.
Jimmy: Yeah.

These are the kind of friends
you wanna be surrounded by.

The kind that can
keep you out of trouble,
believe me.

Jimmy:
If you wanna
be champion,

you gotta show
a lot of discipline.

* She's a brilliant
funky thing *

* Nothing like
you ever seen... *

The next great
heavyweight champion.
( laughs )

Who the fuck you
been talkin' to, man?

Is that what that white man
been tellin' you?

You know they're blowin'
smoke up your ass, right?

You know that,
don't you?

Man, there's probably
10,000 of you little
ghetto nig-lettes,

out there dreamin'
the same fucked-up dream.

And everyone of you have
probably got some drooley
cracker motherfucker

ridin' his ass, thinkin'
he's Anglo-fuckin'-Dundee.

It was Angelo Dundee.
Angelo, Anglo--

whatever.
It breaks my heart.

Let's go home,
this shit's depressing.

Yo, man,
stop the car!

Why?

Yo, girlies, what's up?
( giggles )

Yo yo yo, man, come on,
stop the car, they're down!
Shit.

Yo, phat girls,
where you goin'?

Yo, what's up?

Yo, baby, hold up!
Come on, man, come on.

Yo, baby, can't I come?
Damn.

Come on, man.
How many times
you gotta strike out

before you call it a night?
Yo, wait up.

Come on, let's go.
Hey, yo yo!

Man, they're runnin' away!
Yo yo yo yo !

I like the one
on the right. man.

Damn, you're probably
scaring her.
It'll be fine.

Mike:
Yo yo, hey--

what they doin'?

Come on, come on now.

They must've
went in here.

I know they're in here.
Come on, Mike.

They're not
in here, let's go!
They're hiding in here.

Store owner:
What are you looking for?
Come on, they're gone!

Store owner:
What do you want?!

Friend:
Damn, man!

Owner:
You can't go
back in there!

Yo, girlie, what's up?
Get out, you go!

Where y'all at?
Hey, what are you
doing back here?!

This shit ain't cool, man!
Come on.

Hey, get out!
You get off me.

Call the police!
Call the police!

Get out of here!
C'mon, nigga!

Owner:
Hello, get me police.
All that for some fucking pussy.

Man:
You people are all the same!
I call the police!

Fuck you, bitch,
call the fucking police!

( screams )
What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Come on, let's go.
You get the hell
out of here!

Fuck you, bitch!

One day I'll own
this motherfucker!

What you gonna do, huh?

( sobbing )
Police?

C'mon, c'mon!

Two black boys...
Fuck you, motherfucker!

What the fuck is
wrong with you, man?

Shit!

( police sirens approaching )
C'mon, let's go!

He ain't nowhere!

It wouldn't be so bad
if this was the first time.

But it's like
a regular pattern now.

Screws up, disappears.
Screws up, disappears.

How long's
he been gone this time--
three, four days now?

Do we even know
where he is?

Mole hills, Teddy.
Mole hills, huh?

Last week he threatened
a teacher at school,

last month he's bonin'
some under-aged classmate.

We'll just have
to take him out of school.

Take him out of school?

Obviously it's
a bad influence on him.

Cus, he's in the 10th grade,
he needs to go to school.

What he needs is
an environment

conducive to his becoming
a champion fighter.

And what if fightin'
don't work out?

What if he actually
has to find a job someday?

Are we done
with this conversation?

He needs discipline, Cus!

I think we oughta suspend
his gym privileges.

I only trained
two world champions.

You gonna tell me
what to do?

Any other fighter you'd have
thrown him out so long ago!

I am not gonna suspend
my best fighter,
that's stupid!

Teddy,
you got visitors!
I'm busy!

No, I'll tell you
what's stupid:

it's stupid lettin'
this punk run wild

just 'cause you're
too goddamned scared
he'll walk if you don't!

Don't tell me
how to run my gym.

Our gym,
remember, Cus?

Six years now,
our gym!

Teddy!
What?!

Your sister is here!

( indiscernible dialog )

Teddy:
Mike Tyson?

Yes!

God damn it!

Son of a bitch!

I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker!

I am gonna--
( stammers )

That's it, I'm gonna
take care of this my way!

Let's go. Come on, let's go.
Let's get outta here.
Come on.

If you allow yourself
to be distracted,

you allow
yourself to fail!

Everybody get back
to your work!

Motherfucker!

You went too far!

You know what
this is about!

You know what
this is about!

What?
What, Jamie?

That's right-- Jamie!

Man, I didn't do
a fuckin' thing--

Fuck you, I know
exactly what you did!

Yo, man,
she came after me--

Came after you?
She's a fuckin' kid!

Motherfucker, if you
ever disrespect anyone
in my family again,

I will kill you.
Understand this:

I swear to fuckin' God
I will kill you!

You know, if you want me
to be scared...

I'll do my damnedest.

Do you doubt me?

Just say it.

Do you doubt me?

Man:
Right outside!

Cus:
What the hell was I supposed
to do, Jimmy? He had a gun!

Yeah, he shot it.

Well, no,
not at him.

I think he was just tryin'
to scare him.

( laughs )
Still it's a helluva way
to make a point, isn't it?

He claims Mike was
trying to get fresh
with his kid sister-in-law.

I guess I'll just have
to find a new trainer, huh?

( cheering )
Let it go.
Five five six.

That's nice, now jab.

( crowd cheering )

No normal boxer can enter
the ring totally fearless,

but fear is
a good friend of every good
and reasonable athlete.

How's it feel to be fighting
for a professional purse?

It feels great!

( bell rings )

( crowd cheering )

( cheering )

( bell rings )

Yeah!
All right!

Ugh!

Count 'em out!
Count 'em out!

You okay?

You sure?

( cheering )

Nice, nice!

Ref:
...six, seven,

eight, nine,

10!

Cus!

Visiting hours
are over!

You can't go in there.
Wait wait wait, no.

Visiting hours are over.
I gotta see him!

No, you can't
go in there.

Let him rest.
Visiting hours are over.
Come back tomorrow.

Michael.
Shh... come.

He has been
waiting for you.

( machines hissing, beeping )

Cus, man...

Come on, man,
please don't die.

Please don't die, Cus.

How am I
supposed to die?

You won't even
let me sleep.

Come on, man,
you gotta get better.

You gotta get better.
I'll mess it up
without you, man.

I can't go on without you
always gettin' on me.

You gotta go on, Mike.

If you don't,

if you screw it up,

I'm gonna come back
from the dead...

and whip your ass.

( sobbing )

( wings flapping )

( cooing )

( honking, traffic sounds )

Seven seven two.

Look how good
he still looks, man.

You know he's
174 pounds?

Louis outweighed him
by 25 3/4 pounds.

Look at how he's fighting
on the inside.

Just like Frazier
with Ali.

But he won't
keep it up.

He's gonna
lose his speed.

Are you
listening to me?

I miss him, Jimmy.

I really
fuckin' miss him.

Hey.

Shit.

It's guys who can't cry
that I worry about.

I'm so weak.

Jimmy, man,
I feel so weak.

Weak?
You're "Iron Mike"!

You're "Big Mike"!

Man, I don't feel
like it...

not with Cus gone.

I could never figure out
what he saw in me.

He loved you.

Why?

Courage... heart...

and, "You got fists
like bowling balls."

Like wrecking balls.

Like wrecking balls.

You got me, Mike.

I'm not
goin' anywhere.

( crowd cheering )

Announcer:
So with the heavyweight
championship

already at stake
early in Mike Tyson's career,

the spark so faithfully
nurtured by Cus D'Amato

becomes a roaring blaze...

Commentator:
Tyson bearing in
with those murderous left hooks.

Down goes Berbick!

Berbick struggling
to get up.

He's gonna make an attempt...
and back on to the canvas.

( crowd cheers )

This may be the end already.

At age 20, Mike Tyson
is about to become

the youngest
heavyweight champion ever.

That's it, it's all over.

It's all over, it's all over.
And that'll do it!

So a new era
in boxing begins.

At 20 years old, Mike Tyson
has fulfilled his destiny.

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen,

the time:

two minutes, 35 seconds
of the second round,

Referee Mills Lane
stops the bout,

the winner by a T.K.O.

and new WBC
heavyweight champion
of the world,

"Iron" Mike Tyson!

I would like
to dedicate my fight to
my great guardian, Cus D'Amato.

I know he's up there
and he's lookin'

and he's talkin' to all
the great fighters

and saying his boy did it.

Reporter:
What was the most important
lesson Cus taught you?

Cus always depended
everything on character
and determination...

Yo, Mike, yo,
is that shit good, man?

Yo, Mike,
is that shit good?!

So who you gonna
fight next, champ?

Mike:
I'm the champion of the world.
I'll fight any man alive.

Anybody in the world.
I'll take on all comers.

TV announcer:
The marvel with
the good fighters

is how quick
their hands are...

Kevin:
Okay, watch here...
Tucker, left hook to the ribs?

Right?
Check it out.
Bam-bam-bam!

Look at that shit.
Right bombs to the head
every fuckin' time.

What the fuck, Mike?
Turn it back!

Hey.
Turn it back!

( clicks )

Jesus.
Okay, now see that?
See that?

Each time he jabs,
he drops his right hand back--

( clicks )
What the fuck, Mike?
Will you turn it back?

Mike, you know you're gonna
be fightin' this guy?!

Where's my dinner?
( chuckles )

You just had lunch!
So what? I'm hungry!

Gimme that fucking thing.

TV:
...just trying to stay away
from the big left...

Mike, cut it out, man!
What the-- gimme the--

Will you gimme
the fucking rem--

TV:
He pours in a little bit
then backs out.

Ow!
TV: ...around the facial area...

Fuckin' dickhead!

What the fuck's
gotten into you lately?

TV:
In the corner
of Tony Tucker--

Man:
What do you want
a little spaghetti, steak?

I want some
hominy grits.

I want some black-eyed peas!
Bring me some chitlins out
to this motherfucker.

What kind of food is that?
Thank you, Yvonne.

You know I don't know
how to cook that kind
of stuff!

Male on TV:
Attention peasants,

the empress
has no dress on.
( laughing )

Son of a bitch!

Anybody home?
Man: Hey, Jimmy!

Phil!
Hey, Matt, how's it going?

Kevin.
Kevin-- what's with Kevin?

I'm like--
I'm pushing a fucking rock
up a fuckin' mountain,

that's what's with
fucking Kevin.

Hey, Mike!

Oh, Jimmy, man!
Hey, it's good to see you!

How are you doing, eh?
All right, man.

Look out.
Oh, man,
don't hurt me, man.

Hurt you, eh?
You being good?

You know it.
You stayin'
out of trouble?

So you got
the clap, huh?

It's no big thing.

Which, the disease
or what you caught it with?

( laughs )
Yeah, right.

No, seriously, Mike.

There's a whole bunch
of stuff going on out there
that could kill you

and you're takin' way
too many chances.

Man, that was
just a phase, Jimmy.
I'm over that shit.

( scoffs )
'Course you are,
orgies-smorgies, right?

No, man, I'm serious!

I mean, I just
wanna fall in love.
You know what I mean?

You know,
have a relationship
like you got with Loraine,

some kids.
Kids?!

What do you mean kids?
Yeah sure, man.

Get out!

Oh yo, Jimmy, man,

I saw the most
beautiful girl today.

I mean she was
smart, elegant.

Been thinking about her, man.
She's got my heart.

I think her name
was Robin.

She from around here?

No, I saw her
on television.

Television?

What, man?
Come on!

( dialing phone )

( line ringing )
Hello, is
Robin Givens there?

Good evening, may I--
may I speak to-- Robin?

Robin:
Hello?

Damn.

Hello, Robin,
this is Mike-- Mike Tyson.

( line ringing )

Robin:
Hello, take two.

S-say what?

Hello, as in,
to whom am I speaking?

Um, is-- is this Robin?

That's my name,
don't wear it out.

To whom
am I speaking?

Um, M-Mike Tyson.

Mike Tyson?
The fighter guy?

Yeah, that's right.

( laughs )
This is a surprise.

A good one, I hope.

So far,
so good.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of this call, Mr. Mike Tyson?

Well, you know,
I was kinda...

admiring your work
for a long time now

and I was kinda
thinkin' that maybe,

you know, sometime we
can get together--

By that, I take it,
you're hoping
we could meet?

Yeah yeah, you know.
whatever.

I was thinking maybe
I could come out west
and visit you,

that's if it's
okay with you.

( cheering )

Woman:
Ringside seats
for Mike's new fling?

Mike said
this one's serious.

Really?

He's deeply in love.

Hmmm.

( bell rings )

Now now now!
C'mon!

He's not doing it.
He's not gettin'
the job done.

All right, come on.

Come-- come here.
One step back.

C'mon, Mike!

Okay, work the floor.
Work the floor!

( bell rings )

C'mon.

All right.
C'mon, you guys.
Don't step out here.

Come on, come on,
come on.

You're stickin' your chin out
like a goddamn piñata!

Don't go for the one shot.
Work the body first,
then go to the head.

Hey, you know
what's gonna happen if
you lose out there tonight?

Do you? That little
girlfriend of yours

is gonna go home
with fuckhead over there.

She's gonna do all kinds
of nasty things to him
all night long.

And do you know why?

'Cause she's here--
Fuck you!

'Cause she's here
for the champ.

She ain't here
for "Iron Mikey,"
she's here for the champ.

And she don't care
what the fuck his name is

so long as people
call him "Champ"!

( bell rings )

Michael!

That's it, yeah!
The combinations!

Hit him!
Yes yes yes!

( bell rings )

( cheers )
Get him, Iron Mike!

Yeah!
Yeah!

All right, come on, Mike.
( bell rings )

Okay, work the floor!
Work the floor.

That's it!
That's what
I'm talking about!

Yeah!

Go go, yes!

Get him, Mike!

Ref:
All right, c'mon, Mike.
C'mon, c'mon.

C'mon, c'mon.

( cheering )

All right,
all right, yeah!

Keep 'em comin'!

C'mon, Mike!

That's what I'm--
that's what I'm
talkin' about!

Whoo-hoo!

( bell rings)
Time, time, time!

( cheering )

Announcer:
And the new undisputed

heavyweight champion
of the world,

"Iron" Mike Tyson!

Radio: Don King,
tell us the significance
of Mike Tyson...

Robin:
No, c'mon, please?
( laughs )

It looks silly.
It looks good.

Please put it on for me?

I know where
it would look good.

Where?

Don King:
...a culmination wherein
one Michael Gerald Tyson

out of Brooklyn, New York,
has emerged resplendent

in a crown
befitting of a king

and become the undisputed
heavyweight champion
of the world...

You are my queen.

Queen for a day?

No, for always.

( Don King continues
speaking on radio )

Man on radio:
The heavyweight division
is in better shape today

than it has been
for a long time...

( moans )

( thunder rumbling )

Oh, man!

I gotta get away
from these guys.
I'll see you in the car.

Reporter:
Mike, Mike!

Robin, Robin!

( Robin murmurs )

Are you excited, Robin?
Yes, I'm very excited.

Kevin:
Oh, look,
they caught her...

She's gotta learn
to slide past them.

Are you kidding me?
She lives for this shit.

Oh, I gotta call Camille.
( dialing )

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Camille: Hello?

Hello!

Michael, where
have you been?

What do you mean
where I've been?
I've been getting married!

Married?

Oh, Michael.

Yeah yeah.
We kinda had to keep it a secret
and we had to do it fast.

See, Robin's
pregnant, Ma.

She said she's about
three months already.
Michael!

C'mon, Ma, you're supposed
to be happy for me!

I am, Michael.
I really am, it's--

it's just that...

Mike:
It's just that what?

Mike? Mike, it's Bill.
Mike:
Hey, Bill, guess what?

Yeah, I overheard.
Congratulations, it's great.

Listen, I've got
some bad news:

Jimmy passed away.

His leukemia finally
caught up with him.

I'm sorry, Mike.

What?
What's the matter?

Jimmy passed away.

Oh, Jesus.

Bill:
Listen, the funeral's
in California

and we'll be
flying out Friday.

Bill:
She storms into
my office and shouts,

"I'm Mrs. Mike Tyson
and I am taking over
my husband's affairs,"

not, "Gee, Bill, I'm sorry
that your friend and partner
of 20 years has passed away."

No, instead,
she storms in and screams,

"I demand to see
Mike's contract!"

Fuck!
On the very night
that Jimmy died.

About fucking time, Mike!
Bill, he's here.

Is this
Mike Tyson's limo?

Sorry, folks, are you
with Mr. King's party?

Mr. King?!
What, are the sharks
circling already?

Beautiful.
Only in America!

See the look
on Cayton's face?

Tastefully framed, I could
hang that over my mantel.

Aw Jesus.
Who invited him?

Mike!
Mike, my deepest sympathies.

Bill.
Don.

Oh, Lorraine,
though Jim and I

were rarely on the same
side of the bargaining table,

I respected him
and always treasured
his friendship.

I'm gonna miss him
very much.

Man:
There he is, hey!
Thank you, Don.

Driver:
Hello, Mr. King.

King:
It's degrading!

They should've
had limos waitin'.

I mean, these people don't know
how to handle a champion.

When I managed Ali, he never
had to wait at an airport.

Never!

Hey, brother,
we got lots of room.

Why don't you come on,
ride with us?

Come on.
Woman: Isn't that Mike Tyson?

Oh wow.

P.A.:
All those awaiting the arrival

passengers aboard
this flight...

C'mon.

You don't suppose
"Big Don" arranged to have
our limo delayed, do you?

The sharks are
definitely circling.

King:
You know, you were
very fortunate

to have Jimmy
for a manager.

He was just the kind
of father figure you needed,

you know,
just starting out and all.

He was a good man.

Oh, damn good.

Now that's a nice
suit, brother.

Yeah, that's
really nice, Mike.

Tell me something, Mike.

Do you trust Satan?

Satan?

Cayton.

Oh, did I say "Satan"?

( laughing )
I meant Cayton.

But the question
still stands.

Do you trust him?

Well, yeah, I guess.

What's his cut?

If you don't mind
me askin', that is.

30%.

Oh, 13--
well, that's fair.

Not 13, 30.

30, I see.

Hmm.
And Cayton is setting up

this Spinks fight
for you next, right?

Hmph.

What would you say, Mike,

if I was to offer you,
say, five fights--

five easy fights--

for $5 million each

if you were to come fight
for me instead of Satan--

I mean Cayton.

I tell you what,
I'll think about it.

You do that, Mike.
Take all the time you need.

( rabbi speaking )

So what did
King want?

What does he
always want?

He offered me
five easy matches
at five million each

if I didn't go through
with the Spinks fight.

What did you tell him?

I asked him "Why should
I fight five easy matches

when I can make just as much
with one easy match?"

Did that shut him up?

Shit, Don King?

( rabbi continuing )

You okay, Mike?

You know who's buried
down there in that grave?

Jimmy, Cus,
my mother.

Everybody I could ever trust
is down there in that hole.

( sniffs )

Man, things were so different
before the money.

Now I can't trust nobody.

You don't
trust Bill?

I don't know.
I hear things.

Robin?

See, I love Robin
with all my heart, man,

but love and trust
is different things.

You know what I mean?

Reporter:
From the sexy realm
of television sitcoms

to a lifestyle
of undreamed fantasy,

Robin Givens became
the new queen of heavyweight
boxing champion Mike Tyson.

Here we see
the young royal couple

in their new
$4.6 million palace,

purchased by Mike
here in Bernardsville,
New Jersey.

I was told that Bill Cayton
offered a friend of ours

$50,000 to sabotage
our marriage.

People in the fight business
are bigger crooks

than the hoods
I grew up with.

King is feeding Robin lies

and unfortunately
she's believing them.

I support Ruth Roper when
she says that her daughter
fears for her life

because she asked
the unpardonable question,
"Where is the money?"

If there's 50 million
in Mike's account

and there's supposed to be
70 million, there's a problem.

Just as I also support
Robin Givens,

who is clearly the best thing
that has ever happened
to Mike Tyson.

Goddamn star-fucking
piece of shit!

Cayton:
There are three years left
on Mike's contract,

if King and Givens and Roper
try to break it,

I'll take it all the way
to the Supreme Court.

King:
Bill Cayton is
an egotistical maniac

who thinks
he controls the universe!

No one's gaining control
of Mike Tyson 'cause
I'm the boss.

Bill Cayton's my manager,
Don King's my promoter

and that's as far
as it goes.

( cheering )

Mike:
If the pressure
of being the champ

ever gets to be too much,
I can end it all just like that.

All I gotta do
is just get knocked out

and it'll all end.

King:
Cayton's contract with Tyson
is a slave contract.

Outright ownership.
They're willing a nigger slave

right here in 1988,
just like they done in 1849.

I'm not anti-white,
I'm just pro-black!

Cayton:
King is winning Tyson
on the theory

that blacks
should stick together,

black manager, black trainer,
black promoter,

black black black.
I'm the best fighter
in the world.

Nobody can beat me.

King:
Mike Tyson is our knight
in shining armor.

Each blow he strikes,
he strikes it for all those

who are
discriminated against,

the downtrodden,
the underprivileged,

the denied,
the segregated.

People wanna be my friend
so they can steal my money.

Everybody got
their hand out.

Reporter:
How did a woman who
went to Sarah Lawrence

and reportedly to
Harvard Medical School

wind up
falling in love

with a guy from the school
of hard knocks?

God, I wanna know too.
There's something--

we have a lot in common--
tradition, traditional families

and we just sort of
love each other.

Traditional families?
Honesty, love?

What is this shit?

You sound
skeptical, Don.

Skeptical?
Carl, I am skeptical
up the receptacle.

I know for a fact she never
went to medical school--

Harvard or any other.
Just as I also know for a fact

she was never one
of the Ford Agency's
top models,

as she so often
likes to claim.

So I heard she was five
and a half months pregnant.

Five and a half
months pregnant?

Rumor has it she was
three months pregnant when
Ruth made them get married.

Oh, Carl,

this is a woman
with larceny in her heart.

Why, this is absurd!

It's atrocious!
It's a flagrant effrontery

to any vestiges of respect
left in our besmirched
profession!

What I'm hearing here
is Michael Spinks
vs. Mike Tyson,

a promotion
reasonably expected
to gross over $70 million,

and you are
offering me, the promoter,
a mere three million?

( laughs )
No no, sorry.

Not only is this pittance
you call your final offer
entirely unacceptable,

it's outright immoral!

It as also
my final offer, Don.
Take it or leave it.

Bill, everybody
in this room knows

that it is customary
for the promoter
to get 30%.

Not this 3-point-something
bullshit--

Who is the promoter?

The cable and foreign rights
have already been set up,

the purse is negotiated
and the site fee is paid.

The promoter as we know it
is obsolete.

The truth is
we don't even need you.

The truth is
you're a smart businessman.

And smart businessmen
don't go around throwing
away $3 million

without good reason.

Maybe I feel
sorry for you.

And maybe you're afraid
your champ

will see the light
and come work for me.

Three million,
take it or leave it.

Robin!

Michael?

Michael, up here!

Oh, Michael.

Oh, Michael,
thank God you're here.

( sobbing )

( Ruth whispers )
Be strong.

Man:
Tyson vs. Spinks, biggest purse
in the history of boxing,

two weeks away, right?
The other night

I saw Don King
shaking hands with Donald Trump.

I mean, can you imagine
King and Trump shaking
on a deal?

It's gonna take
a dozen accountants

to figure out who's the screwer
and who's the screwee!
( laughs )

That's Jackie Gayle!

Hey, Kevin!

Ain't it kind of unusual
for a champ to blow off
training camp?

No, not at all.
It happens all the time.

Well, somebody oughta
tell Spinks.

He's trainin'
his ass off!
( laughter )

Got any queens?
Go fish.

Yeah, right.
I know you got one,
you fucking lyin' son of a--

Fish.
God's gonna punish you for this.

Okay, got any twos?
Hey hey, lookit here.

Kevin.
Here come your boy.

Hey, Mike,
got anything to say about
Spinks's comment yesterday?

21 million, you don't want
to let Spinks have it,
do you, Mike?

Well well well, look what
the cat puked up!

I hope you're
here to work,

'cause if you ain't,
don't be wastin' our
fucking time.

C'mon, man.

C'mon.

C'mon, Mike,
throw some punches.
( camera clicking )

Bust him up.
Take him to school.

That's enough.
( groans )

Get back in there.
That ain't enough!

It's enough
when I say it's enough.

Epps, get the fuck
back in there.
Come on.

We'll make it up
tomorrow.

Bull-fucking-shit tomorrow!

You ain't steppin' out
of that fucking ring

till you knock some of
those pounds of Cheetos
off your flabby ass!

Come on, let's go.

Mike, c'mon,
what the fuck?

Go on.
Rory: Yo, Kev,
I don't think now's

a good time to be
ridin' Mike like this.

Oh yeah?
And why's that, counselor?

Look, this ain't got shit
to do with me and you,
all right?

Robin had
a miscarriage.

A miscarriage, ah.
Yeah.

You know Mike better
than anybody else,
he's sensitive cat,

and I just think
it'd behoove all concerned

if you'd take it easy
on him for a while.

I see.

Gosh, thank you, Rory.

That's my boy.
Yeah.

Mike, get the fuck
back in the ring.

Yo, what the fuck is
wrong with you?

Why don't you
take a fuckin' hike,
you fucking leech!

Kiss my ass.
Mike is up there trippin'.

You of all people
should be sensitive to that.

Why don't you tell me
something about sensitivity,
Mr. 250-thou-a-year-friend.

Motherfucker,
I earn my money!

And I am his friend
and I do feel sorry for him.

And your little punk-ass
should too!

I feel sorry all right,
sorry to be the only one
with balls enough

to tell him that Robin
was about as pregnant as I am!

Rory:
Fuck you, man!

Yeah, fuck me.
Fuck me for tellin' him

what everybody in the country
already knows--

that he's gettin'
fucked up the ass

by his little claptrap
and Mommy fucking dearest!

Towel.

Mike:
No, you won't be
needing that, man.

You heard whitey.

When whitey say, "Jump,"
nigga say, "How high?"

When whitey say, "Fight,"
nigga say, "How long?"

When whitey say,
"To the death, nigger,"

the nigga say,
"Oh, yessuh, massa."

( bell rings )

C'mon, motherfucker.
C'mon, do your job, man.
Hit me!

Oh, I'm touched.
C'mon, motherfucker.
You can't hit!

Man: Mike!
You ain't shit!

Hit me like you got
some balls, motherfucker.

Come on, hit me!

Ooh, you almost
knocked me out.

You got one more chance,
motherfucker, one more!

Aw, come on, Mike.
This is fucked-up!

Rooney, what's the fuck's
happening, man?

Man: Jesus.
Jesus!
Somebody stop him!

( bell ringing )

Agh!

Man #2:
You all right, man?
You all right?

You!

C'mon, get in here,
motherfucker.

Bitch-ass motherfucker.
C'mon!

Now you've got 10 seconds
to knock me the fuck out!

C'mon!

One,

two...

three, four...

five, six...

seven--
come on, motherfucker.

Eight...

You'd better kill me,
motherfucker,

'cause I have every intention
on killin' you.

Nine...

10.

Ugh!

Rory:
You lost
your fucking mind?

Yo, Mike, what the fuck
are you doin', man?

Man: Jesus!
C'mon in here, pussy.

Thanks,
but no thanks, homeboy.

Look at that:
$1500 a week pussy.

Yeah, keep the change,
Mr. Tyson.

Reporter:
Tyson is nuts.

( cheering )

Over here!
This way, ladies!

Ladies,
ravishing as ever.

Mr. Winston
has the papers.

Ladies...

Mr. Winston,
go get it on.

Of course.

This is
for you.

Thank you.

I've been fired.

( TV playing sportscast )

Man on TV:
What makes this such
a fascinating showdown, Jim,

is that Michael Spinks
is a winner.

He's always found
a way to win.

Fight fans know
and respect that.

Many of them are wondering
whether he can

frustrate and beat
a much younger,

stronger champion.

Man #2:
Key word perhaps
being "frustrate,"

because for every one
you find who believes

that Tyson
will simply overpower Spinks,

you might find another person
who believes that Spinks

will be too much
the technician for Tyson.

Listen, Mike, I...

TV:
Now Michael Spinks coming
into the ring first.

$13.5 million
guaranteed to Spinks...

Hurry up.
...won an Olympic gold medal
and has never lost

a professional prizefight.

Tyson, for his part,
will earn even more
money tonight,

and he too is unbeaten
as a professional.

( cheering )
There he is!

*

( loud cheering )

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the main event
of the evening,

featuring 12 rounds of boxing
for the undisputed

heavyweight championship
of the world.

Introducing
in the blue corner,

fighting out of Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania,

weighing in
at 212 1/4 pounds,

with a professional record
of 31 wins,

no defeats, 21 KOs,

he was an Olympic
gold medalist,

and is regarded
by many boxing fans,

as well as "Ring" magazine,

as the heavyweight champion
of the world.

Ladies and gentlemen,
here is Michael Spinks!

And in the red corner
is a protégé of the late, great

Cus D'Amato.
He fights out
of Catskill, New York.

He weighed in
at 218 1/4 pounds.

His professional record:
34 wins,

no defeats, with 30 KOs.

He is the undefeated,

undisputed heavyweight champion
of the world,

"Iron" Mike Tyson!

( cheering )

Okay, gentlemen,
you received your instructions
in the dressing room.

Any questions?

Touch gloves.

Good luck
to both of you.

This one's for Cus and Jimmy.
Do you hear me?

Now take him.

( bell rings )

Okay, break it now.

Okay, Mike,
watch that elbow!

( cheering )

Take it to him,
take it to him!

Okay, break it up!

Break it up,
come on.

( Kevin shouting )

Man:
Beat him senseless!

( cheering )

Okay, Mike.
Get over there in the corner.

Four,

five, six...

seven, eight...

You okay, Michael?

Then let's go.

Oh fuck!

Ref:
Get in the corner, Mike.

Three,

four, five, six,

seven,
eight, nine,

10-- you're out!

( crowd cheering )

Yeah, baby, that's it!
That's it!

That's the way to go.
You're beautiful!

Bring him up.

I've been fired.
What?

We've been fired.
Don King's his manager.

Ruth:
Trust me, Michael is finally
in charge of his business,

more than ever before...
In there?

Yeah.
...and they're still
robbing him blind.

Why, do you realize
Mike's paying all of
Camille's bills still.

Food, utilities,
everything.

Hey hey.
Lay a tarp down before you
drag that across my carpet!

Sorry.
Shhh, we're taping.

Mike:
I think she liked me more than
I liked her when it started.

Barbara Walters: Really?
Robin: That's not true.

I think so,
I think so.

She says,
"I didn't like him
'cause he was a fighter,"

but I really believe
she liked me more.

What did you
want from Robin?

W-when it first started--

Don't say it
on television.

Fair enough.

What's it
been like since?

This roller-coaster life?

It's been torture, Barbara.

It's been pure hell.

It's been worse than anything
I could possibly imagine.

Every day
it's some kind of battle,
some kind of fight.

Barbara: With who?

With managers,
with family members,

with... just always trying
to hold up your dignity.

It's something I never thought
I'd have to endure.

Michael is
a manic-depressive.

That's just a fact.

And living with him...
( growls )

...has been worse
than anything I could
possibly imagine.

They drugged that nigga.
Man, look at him.

I think for the first time
I understand abused women.

What do you think, Pop?
You think they slipped
Mikey a mickey?

Barbara:
Why do you love him?

Because there's a side
of Michael most people
don't know.

A side even I wasn't
aware of initially.

An incredibly
gentle side.

Also because Michael
loves me

more than anything
in the world.

And I feel like
he needs me...

...which maybe I need.

Barbara:
Do you want him
to continue boxing?

I want to live
with Mike Tyson...

for the rest
of my life...

and have
little Tysons.

That's what I want.

But that can't happen

if Michael doesn't get help.

Barbara:
And if he doesn't...

will you stay?

No.

Bingo.

Damn.
Brother be set up
like a bowling pin.

Brothers, the Lord works
in mysterious ways,

His wonders to perform.

You see that "20/20" thing
about them the other night?

Missed it.
Suffice it to say,

this call don't
surprise me one bit.
( distant yelling )

Mike: That's why
I hired somebody to find you.
Robin: Fucking--

Mom, did you hear that?
( glass smashing )

I hate fucking Donald Trump!
I have not been fucking
Donald Trump!

Fuck you!
Ma'am, there
was a call?

The police
finally get here.

Where the hell have you been?
We could've been killed!

Mike:
Something you forgot
to steal, bitch!
Sir?

Mike:
Those fucking
gold diggers left?

What the fuck
y'all want?

Huh?
There was a call
about a domestic dispute.

Ain't no fucking dispute,
everybody knows they're
fucking bitches.

Fuck you!
It looks like you got a little
carried away in the process.

Bitch, it's my
motherfucking house,
I can do what the fuck I want!

What the fuck is he--
what are you doing?
He's sick!

Get the fuck away from me.

Sir, you can't
threaten your wife!

Yo, I didn't do shit.
I didn't put a hand on her!

( shouts )
Fucking liar!

Sir.
Get the fuck outta here!

You call yourself cops.
Shit, nobody broke
no motherfucking laws!

Get the fuck
off my property!

Take him away!
Mr. Tyson,
we can't leave--

Oh man, fuck you all.

You are not going to get
anything out of this man!

Just arrest him,
and take him off to jail!

Just relax!
Okay okay.

Mike!
Michael, stay back!

( screaming )
Mike: Fuck off!

Freeze, Mike, freeze!

Get the fuck
out of my way!

Fuck, you're crazy!

Fuck all y'all motherfuckers.
All y'all make me sick!

You're just gonna
let him go?!

Especially you,
you fucking cunt!

( clicks )

Jeez.

King:
Oooh-whee. You must've
called her the "C" word,

'cause the "C" word is
the only thing known to man

to make a woman that mad.

...irreconcilable differences.
Robin hereby seeks a divorce.

You know why she's filing
in California, don't you?
Uh-huh.

When you're around him,
you live in constant fear.

He's a time-bomb.

We have a man who
threatens to kill his wife.

Not even an ordinary man.

One who is arguably
the most vicious man
on the planet.

Oh hell yes, man, the Japs
will love Mike Tyson.

( laughs )
When?

February,
Mike, how's February?

Yeah, February's fine.

What the hell difference
does it make who?

Tell 'em he's gonna
fight Hulk Hogan.

Those Japs, they'll buy
tickets to anything.

Robin:
One time, Michael had
hit me in the head

with a closed fist.

He knows how to hit

and where to hit

without causing
any real damage...

Buster Douglas?

Yeah, I know what I said
about Buster Douglas.

I just don't think people
are gonna pay good money

to see Mike slaughter
Buster Douglas.

What's old Buster
doin' these days anyway?

Mike, Buster is
a carpet delivery boy!

( laughing )

What Kevin Rooney?

Oh man,
Kevin Rooney is gone!

Why?

$2 million a fight
is why.

At the peak
of his manic state,

Michael went down to the bar
and starting drinking vodka,

glass by glass
like it was water.

He then returned
to our room...

King:
I'll get back to you.
All right.

...took a handful of lithium
and locked himself
in the bathroom,

saying he was
going to kill himself.

Mike, for future reference,
never, under any circumstances,

call a colored woman,
the "C" word!

Robin:
I'm supposed to be
abusing him?

*

Look.
That's Mike Tyson!

That's Mike Tyson!
( squeals )

Hey, Mike, what you doing
up here in Harlem?

I came down here to see how
the black people are livin'.

You know what I'm saying?
( girls laugh )

I'm black myself, a lot
of people don't know that.

Mike, baby, can I get
your autograph?

Yeah, baby.

Dark and lovely.
Hey, Mike.

Oooh.
Mm-mmm, look at you.

Damn, baby, your man
let you out?

What can I tell you?
Damn.

You comin'
with me tonight?

Man:
There's that
lispy motherfucker!

Man #2: Who's that?
Some fighter.

Oh, what's this?
Bitch Green.

Get this motherfucker
outta here.

Oh oh, you ain't
gettin' tired of being
pussy-whipped, motherfucker?

Your old lady,
your old lady's old lady?
Double pussy-whipped.

There you go.
You're a pitiful
po'-ass motherfucker!

You want me
to whip that ass again?

Fuck that!
You didn't beat me,
motherfucker.

Anybody that seen
the TV knows that.

They know I knocked
the Jheri-Curl juice
out your head, motherfucker.

( laughter )
Oh, I'll give you that,
motherfucker.

Tell me where
Robin's at, huh?

I'll tell you where
she's at, she's at my house,

butt naked, makin' grits!

"How you like it?"
"Bent over backwards!"

Come on.

C'mon.
Man: I wouldn't take
that shit, Mike.

Mike, what you gonna do?

Fuck him up!

So who's the biggest pussy,
Mike, you or Robin?

What's up,
motherfucker?

( screams )

Motherfucker.

Girls:
Mike, Mike!

( knocks )
Mike!

( police sirens )

Mike, take me
with you!

Please!

*

I would like maybe
date Mike Tyson.

( reporter speaks Japanese )

( speaking Japanese )
...James "Buster" Douglas...

Buster, 42 to one,

is there anything you know
that the oddsmakers don't?

Yeah well, they can't
measure desire, you know?

Mike's a great fighter.
( giggles )

I just hope
to hold my own.

Look at that.
Giving one-punch bobs.
It ain't gonna work, Mike!

Come on,
fuck him up, Mike!

Ref:
Break. Break clean!

Come on,
punch your way out!

Punch your way out!

Break!

Announcer:
He's been hit more punches
in this fight alone

than I think I've seen in all
of his other fights combined.

Announcer #2:
It's been all Douglas
up to this point.

and who would've
thought that Buster...

( cheering )

Fighters,
fight your way out!

( shouting
in Japanese )
( indiscernible dialog )

( breathing heavily )

Break clean!
Break!

Yes! Yes!

( cheering )

( cheering fades )
( breathing heavily )

( muffled )
Three! Four!

Five!

Six, seven,

eight, nine.

No! The fight is over!
It's finished!

What the-- what the hell
do you call that?

That was the longest count
I ever heard in my life!

The fight is history!

That guy was down
over 15 seconds!

( speaks Japanese )
( bell rings )

Where the hell
did you get this ref?

The man's gonna get
my man beat!

He was down
way more than 10.

10? Shit, it was
more like 20!

Get me
the Endswell.

Yo, you got any
of that stuff in there?

I-- I don't know!

Snowell: Where the fuck's
the Endswell?

We don't have an Endswell.
Get me an ice pack.

Yo, get him
an ice pack, Jay.

Just a second.

( cheers )

Fight!
( bell rings )

There you go!

Ref:
Fight your way out! Fight!

( people shouting )

C'mon,
get outta there, Mike!

Man:
Keep your eyes open!

Announcer:
After the knockdown,
Tyson unable to cap--

Rory: Come on, Mike!
Stick and move, Mike!

Stick and move!
Keep moving, Mike!

( bell rings )

Take corners!

Where's the fuckin' chair?

Get the stool!
C'mon!

Gimme the damn stool!

( cheers )

Get some fuckin' ice!

We don't have none.

Find some!
His fucking eye's
closing up.

Rory, put some Vaseline
on his eyelid.

Albolene.
Albolene? What's that?

I'm allergic to Vaseline.
Oh shit!

We got any
of that in there?

Shit. Oh shit.

Fuck!

( breathing heavily )
( muffled conversation )

*

Ref: Ready?

( bell dings )
Fight!

Keep moving, Mike!
Stick and move, baby!
Yes, yes!

( cheering )

Announcer:
Tyson's eye,
now completely shut--

he can't see
Douglas' punches coming,

and Buster is landing
a lot of them into the champ.

Announcer #2:
It's been said
that the only man

who could beat Mike Tyson
was Mike Tyson himself,

but he's getting a lot
of help from the challenger.

( cheering )

Move it, baby!
You gotta keep moving!

( cheering fades )

( breathing heavily )

C'mon, Mike!
C'mon, Champ!

*

Three...

Announcer:
If Mike Tyson doesn't get up,

this will be the biggest upset
in the history

of heavyweight championships.

Rory:
Mike, you gotta get up!
Ref: Four!

Five!

Six!
Rory: C'mon, Mike!

Snowell:
Come on, don't give up!

Seven!

Come on, Mike!

Eight!

Nine!

It's over, you're out!

( cheering )

Announcer:
Live fast, die young.

Will Mike Tyson ever get up
from this knockout?

( cheers )

King:
Buster Douglas was on
the canvas for 16 seconds!

He was out!

No, you listen to me.

I got the tape
and I'm takin' it

to the WBA, the WBC
and the IBF-- all of 'em!

And they're gonna see there was
a knockout in the 8th round.

No, no, Mike Tyson's
not losing his belt,

because some ref
forgot how to count!

That's not right!
You know it's not right!

Don't you even know
how to cut tape?

Get that shit
off of him.

I'm gonna take care
of this for you, Mike.

You know I always
do what I say.

I know you do, man.

You're gonna
get it all back.

Either they reverse
their decision or--

I didn't have it
out there tonight.

Fuck that!
You won the fight, Mike!

On my back?

The fight was over!

I lost.

God damn you, Mike!

I don't wanna hear
that kind of talk,

that goddamn
defeatist attitude!

You did not lose!

I'm gonna prove it!

And you are not
gonna fuck me up!

You understand me?

Okay, Don,

I see your point.

I did not lose.

Reporter: Hey, Don,
what do you got to say?

I gotta go
feed the seals.

Hey, kid took
a beating there!
Hey, fellas...

All you're getting
tonight is me.

( chattering )

You want
anything else?

I wanna go home.

*

( chuckling )

What is so funny?

"Who ate
my ice cream?

Don't you never eat
my ice cream!"

( both laughing )

*

Man: Hey, Mike,
how about a rematch?
( people shouting )

Lawyer:
I would like to focus
on the 37 hours

you were here
in Indianapolis,

beginning with your arrival
on July 17th, 1991,

in order to participate in
the Miss Black America Pageant.

Reporter:
How does it feel
not to be champ?

You tell me,
we both know.

What about rumors
that you and Robin
are seeing each other?

Kiss my what?
No, the rumors
that you and Robin--

Lawyer:
Mr. Tyson, once you arrived
at the Omni Hotel,

what did you do?
All right, man.
Good to see you.

Charlie Neal.
Everybody, Charlie Neal,
Johnny Gill.

Yeah, man.
I like your music, man.

Good to meet you.
Yo, man, so...

when are we gonna
see these beauties?

Right after you do
that promo for me, Mike.

I don't know, man.
I think it's gonna
be the other way.

*

( woman speaking )

Okay, and three, four,

five, six, seven...

( chattering )
Hi!
Hey.

Let's go, girls!
We don't have much time.

I'm in trouble now, man.

Lawyer:
Miss Washington,

describe
the contestant's reaction

when Mike came
into the room.

Desiree:
We were all
very excited.

Lawyer:
Am I to understand
that at some point

Mr. Tyson was asked
to participate

in the rehearsal?

Oh my God!
Desiree: Yes.

Lawyer: Am I to understand
that at some point during
the rehearsal,

he hugged you
and asked you

if you would like
to go out that evening?

Desiree: Yes.
Lawyer: And you had
never met him before?

Desiree: No.

( ringing )

Desiree:
We were getting ready
to go to sleep

when the phone rang.

Hello?

Mike:
Hey, Desiree there?

Yeah, she is.
May I ask who's calling?

Tell her it's Mike.

Oh. Hold on.

Some guy named Mike.

Hello?

Hey, it's me, Mike.
Mike Tyson?

Yeah, we met at rehearsal.
Mike Tyson?!

It's Mike Tyson.
He's on the phone.
( women squeal )

Hi.
Mike:
How you doing?

Okay.
Listen, why don't
you come down?

( women chattering )
Wait, hold on.

Shh!

Mike:
Anything wrong up there?

No, I'm fine.
What's up?
*

Mike:
I was wondering if you'd want
to go with me to a party.

Desiree:
Tonight? Isn't it
kinda late for a party?

Mike:
Well, there's still a lot
of celebrities there.

Desiree:
Well, I don't know.

What about tomorrow,
can we go out then?

Mike:
No, I wish I could,
but I gotta leave tomorrow.

Why don't you come on down?
It'll be fun.

Good evening.

Mike:
Mmm, nice dress.
Thanks.

Lawyer:
Mr. Tyson, after Miss
Washington got in the car,

what did you do?
Mike: I kissed her.

Lawyer:
And how did she react?

Mike:
She kissed me.

Mike:
To the hotel!

Desiree:
Is the party there?

Mike:
No, I just gotta go there
and pick up my bodyguard.

( laughs )
Mike Tyson needs
a bodyguard?

Yeah, that's right.

Where are
you from again?
I'm from Rhode Island.

Desiree: I thought
we were going upstairs
to pick up his bodyguard

before going out on the town
to all these after-parties
with other celebrities.

( elevator dings )
Lawyer: When you got out
of the elevator,

where did
you and Mike go?

Desiree:
We walked the hall
to his room.

Do you have any pets?

I got pigeons.

Yeah?
How many do you have?

I don't know.
Somethin' like 200.

200? Really?

That's really neat.

I've got a puppy.
Mm-hmm.

We'll just be here
a second, come on in.

Cus's voice:
What's the difference
between a hero and a coward?

There ain't no difference.

They both feel exactly
the same on the inside.

They both fear dying
and gettin' hurt.

Mike:
It's what the hero does
that makes him a hero,

and what the other doesn't do
that makes him a coward.

*

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