Original subtitles

[music playing]

[distant yelling]

[crowd yelling]

MAN: Get him!

Go, Bobby!

Come on. Get up!

WOMAN: Get him! Yeah!

Kick his ass!

Go! Go!

[no audible dialogue]

Yeah!

[brass band playing]

That's victory number 27 for Mr. Charlie Fontaine.

Let's hear it for the man!

[cheering]

Hey, yeah!

[laughs]

Did you see that shit?

You looked good, man.

Good? Come on.

You shouldn't leave yourself open like that,

and you're lucky you pulled off that arm bar.

That guy was talking shit to me.

That guy was trying to take your head out of the game.

You almost let him.

But I won, didn't I?

You won, brother. Now let's go hit Bourbon

and act like a couple of tourists.

Welcome, folks, to the best city on God's green Earth.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Yeah, baby!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Whoo!

[yelling]

[playing Cajun rock]

[laughs]

[band's song continues]

[laughs]

Ahh.

[sniffs]

[clears throat]

You didn't give that guy

a snowball's chance in hell, Bobby.

The fight didn't last half a minute.

I mean, you blink your eyes, fight's over.

Always come out of the gate strong, Fat Chucky,

and come out swinging, man.

You'll go right to the top. You know that,

don't you? Just like your brother.

Your family, you're full of greatness.

You know I beat him, right?

Charlie?

Yeah.

It wasn't on the boat.

We did our own little thing on the side, him and I,

and, uh, I kicked his ass, man.

You're telling me

a fishing story, Bobby Fontaine.

Come on.

You know--You know I'm joking, right?

♪ ...into the wind ♪

♪ Leaves blow down ♪

♪ My guard again ♪

♪ We hung out ♪

♪ In the rain ♪

♪ Never gonna ♪

♪ Never gonna drive that way ♪

♪ We'll lean ♪

♪ Into the wind ♪

♪ Leaves blow down ♪

♪ My guard again ♪

Good morning, Lieutenant McSweeney.

My kind of fight, Charlie.

Looking strong, just like your old man.

Thank you.

Hey, Bruce.

Mr. Fontaine.

Fine performance, as usual.

Bobby been by yet?

You kidding me?

He was here this morning when I got here.

[cellphone rings]

[rings]

Tell me something I don't know.

Hey, man. It's Nickels.

Hey, Nickels.

How you feeling today?

Like shit.

Well, one day, you can tell your kids

you got your ass kicked by a Fontaine.

Oh, fuck you, man. You know why I'm calling.

How's the lady?

Kat's good.

I like her, you know.

She's a good one,

and I don't like many people.

Christ, have you gotten sloppy.

Okay. All right. Okay, stop.

What?

Come here.

What about Robert?

Bobby?

Same as ever.

He never comes and sees me.

Just been busy. That's all.

Bullshit.

He's got a problem with authority.

You know, you can be tough on him.

Ohh.

Hell, I'm hard on everybody.

What is he, special?

Here. Hook to the body, hook to the head.

Good. Nice. One more.

How do you think your old man would feel

knowing that his sons

are cockfighting on the Mississippi, huh?

Think about it.

It's not like that.

You never been, so you can't say.

You damn right I've never been.

You know why?

'Cause I got a reputation.

Know what that word means?

I go to legitimate fights,

not sideshows run by the mob.

It ain't exactly the mob.

[laughs] Really? Cross.

Reminds me of a chick who once told me

she "wasn't exactly a virgin."

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, you still bet on ballgames, don't you?

Whoa, what?

That's different.

[sniffs]

Ahh.

Gonna do this?

Yeah. Yeah, man. We're gonna do this.

You don't got it all with you, do you?

It's nearby.

Man, why'd they have to put me up against your brother right away?

Come on shit. Anybody else, dude,

been over with.

Yeah, especially a little guy like you.

What? Huh?

I'd have crushed your ass. Huh?

[laughs] Come on.

I'm just fucking with you, all right?

It's not like I'm wasting your time here.

I mean, we're talking some fairly serious cash.

Am I right?

Come on. Am I right?

[laughs] Come on.

Am I right?

You're right.

I'm right.

Are you gonna eat any of your salad?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hi. Um, sweetie, can I get one more of these?

[slurps]

Oop. Heh. Forgot.

[laughs] Sorry.

You know I love you.

How much?

I love you more than this steak right here,

and this thing is cooked perfectly.

The steak?

That doesn't sound right.

Okay. I love you...

more than the city of New Orleans itself.

Sometimes the city is really hot.

Sometimes it smells bad.

I mean, that's like--

I feel like you could do better.

All right. Okay. Okay.

I love you more than the Clash of the Coonasses.

After my dad died, I was going through his stuff,

and they had this videotape,

And that's how it was labeled,

"Clash of the Coonasses."

And it turned out to be this fight.

It wasn't like a big main event.

It was a private match between my dad and his best friend.

It was videotaped on one of these,

like, big, old VHS cameras by Rex.

My dad and his buddy had some sort of dispute

or argument or something, I don't know.

I asked Rex, and he never would tell me.

But they decided to settle it in the ring.

We never got to watch my dad fight.

Like, when we were little,

we watched him train all the time,

but never, like, a real fight,

and that used to make me so mad.

I didn't get it then, like, you know...

if you got knocked out...

in front of your kids, it's like...

So when I found that tape

and I could finally watch him fight...

[laughs] I don't know.

[laughs]

It was--was good.

What?

Come here.

[laughs]

Oh, hello, Tony.

How are you?

I was just telling Charlie

you make the best Long Island ever.

Thanks, darlin'. Appreciate it.

This one's for you.

Oh, thank you very much.

Hey, I gotta talk to you.

What's up?

Charlie, I just-- Inside.

You know Sammy over at The Saint, yeah?

Yeah. Why?

He just called, said there's

some frat dudes going after Bobby.

What for?

[knock on door]

Apparently Bobby scammed them

out of a couple grand or something a week or two ago,

sold 'em some baby powder or some shit.

Anyway, they find out where he lives, right?

Sammy says they're all sauced up

and they're heading over there right now.

♪ In the groove, on the move ♪

♪ Huhh, hahh ♪

♪ Hahh, hahh, huhh! ♪

♪ Hahh, hahh ♪

♪ Hahh, hahh ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ Ready ♪

♪ We are ready ♪

Come on, motherfuckers.

What you gonna do?

You want to take a swing?

Get outta here.

[siren approaching]

Get the fuck outta here!

[laughs]

Whoa.

[grunts]

[groaning]

[sniffs]

[sighs]

[clears throat]

[monitor beeping]

Bobby.

Gonna let this shit go, you hear?

Tell me okay, man, or I'll pull my ass out of this bed right now.

Okay.

Okay, what?

I'll let it go.

That's good. I'm gonna hold you to it.

Now get some rest, man.

Come here.

Let's get married.

What do you say?

[laughs]

You want to play, just tip.

[both laugh]

♪ Well, I'm not gonna worry about falling in love again ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ Oh, come on, 'bout asking me to beg ♪

♪ Steal and borrow ♪

♪ Said it's not gonna mean a thing ♪

♪ Just a pretty face looking for a diamond ring ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ Ah, tomorrow ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

[machinery grinding]

[crowd yelling]

[laughs]

MAN: Come on, Bobby. They're waiting for you.

Go away.

Yeah, go fuck off.

Yeah! Yeah!

[crowd yelling]

Bobby, go!

Come on!

Yeah!

[winces]

Yeah!

[cheering]

[brass band playing]

Watch out, Bobby!

Come on.

[laughs]

Oh!

[fiddles playing]

[jackhammer grinding]

Hey, Charlie.

Hey.

My old man won 500 bones on your little bro last night.

Yeah? Glad to hear it.

You really done?

I'm retired.

Look what I got instead.

[TV playing]

[knock on door]

WOMAN on TV: ...that I was sorry that I left.

2nd WOMAN on TV: But as you know,

we both know you need to leave him.

We both know you need to leave him.

Hey, Bobby. Jesus, are you okay?

Uh...

Do you mind if I come in?

Yeah, yeah. No, no.

Of course. Come on in. Come in.

You want a drink?

Um, do you have any beer?

No, sorry. We don't have any beer.

Um...

[exhales sharply]

I actually just came by 'cause I, uh,

I had a favor to ask, if that's cool.

What's up?

I mean, do you mind if I just, like,

crash out on the couch for a little bit?

Why don't you take the bed?

Are you sure?

Yeah. Take the bed, no.

Thanks.

TV HOST: There is nobody. You need to leave him.

Ow. Damn it.

TV GUEST: How am I gonna do that right now?

Like, I appreciate your advice,

but how am I gonna do that?

I don't have a job.

Hey, babe.

Hey.

Oh, wow. You need a shower.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Bobby's here.

He in the can?

No, no. he's in the bedroom.

He showed up at, like, 2:00,

looking like something the cat dragged in.

Shit. This isn't--

What you cooking?

Beans and rice.

It just keeps sticking to the pot.

Bobby.

Hey, Bobby.

Robert James Fontaine.

Fuck you, man.

You're sweating like a pig in my bed.

That's 'cause your air conditioning sucks.

You guys don't have anything to drink?

I think we have some Kool-Aid.

Ah, man, nah.

That stuff makes me shit green, man.

Doesn't matter what color.

We're talking purple, blue, red.

My shit's always gonna be green.

Good to know, Bobby.

What are you doing?

Beer.

BOBBY: I keep telling Atwater, man,

we should be putting this shit on the Internet.

Have you guys seen what people watch

on their fucking computers?

Babies laughing,

guys getting hit in the nuts with fucking golf clubs.

We could be fucking huge.

He says fucking no way, no how,

too much exposure.

Well, of course.

Why do you think they don't allow cellphones?

They got a good thing going,

and if it ain't broke, you know?

Brother, it's broken to me.

It's fucking broken to me, man.

We could be more organized.

We could be fucking smarter.

We could be bigger.

I can't fucking stand

sitting around, waiting for them

to tell me when the next fight's gonna be. Me?

[machinery whirring]

[grunting]

Aah!

Whoa, man. You okay?

Whoa. Need a hand here?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

God damn it.

My fucking knee!

Goddamn thing seized up on me.

[speaking Spanish]

Fuck.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Ooh, Charlie gets very protective of his crosswords.

Dumb coonass only has three words filled in.

Well, at least he tries.

Not all of us can be blessed with a big vocabulary.

Hey, I'm not saying I'm a scholar.

I'm just saying do better than three words.

BOBBY: So I'm sitting there, and it's just this...

[slaps] And I--

She just nails me in my face,

and I remember my face is just like...

and the whole right side of my face goes red.

My eyes start watering, and I--

[laughs]

I swear to God.

Wait. This wasn't Sara, was it?

It was Sara, wasn't it?

Who?

Your girlfriend, Sara.

I never had a girlfriend.

Bullshit.

Bullshit?

Nah, it's true.

I enjoy the company of ladies,

but every time the girlfriend thing comes up,

I always get out of the picture,

because it takes all the fun out of it.

I hear ya.

Hi.

Hey. Look who's home.

How many beers you had?

Ohh. Charlie, don't be like that.

Yeah, man. It's cool, you know.

It's been a while since I hung out

with my sister-in-law, you know.

We're just hanging out,

building some card houses.

Grab a beer, man. There's one right there.

Why don't you guys have the air conditioning on?

I mean, why?

I don't know. [laughs]

'Cause it's nice out, man.

Definitely.

[both laugh]

What'd you do to it?

KAT: He kicked it.

BOBBY: Mm, uh...

man, I smacked it around a little bit.

You know, it wasn't working.

KAT: No, the air conditioner.

[both laugh]

BOBBY: Shit.

[clatter]

Well, fuck. I guess the thing is broke.

I didn't smack it, man,

I freaking touched it.

It was a tap. I tapped it.

[laughs]

Dude, sit down. We'll deal you in.

We're playing, uh..

What are we playing?

Houses. We're building houses.

No, no, no. I couldn't.

I can't remember how to play gin rummy, so...

[Kat and Charlie moaning]

[TV playing]

KAT: Charlie.

[moaning]

[siren passing]

If Charlie saw this, he would not be happy.

You know, I don't understand that, Kat.

I mean, you know, you're a grown woman.

If you want a drink, you should drink.

You're not married.

So what are you saying?

You, uh-- You get married,

and then all of a sudden,

you just can't make your own decisions anymore?

Not exactly.

That's what it sounds like.

What I'm saying is, like...

when you're married...

it's not all about you.

Which is not necessarily a bad thing.

Yeah, no, I'm--

I'm not saying it's a bad thing, you know.

I'm just...

I guess I'm just saying.

Yeah, I don't know

what the fuck I'm saying.

What the fuck!

[thunder rumbling]

What's up, man?

You can't even fucking knock?

She's not bad.

That's Charlie's wife.

You're not gonna offer me a mint julep?

You gonna share your umbrella?

No.

How'd you know I was here?

Why, you trying to hide?

You got a fight yet?

You got our money yet?

Are we just gonna stand here

and keep asking each other stupid questions, Walter?

I don't know, Bobby. Are we?

[laughs]

I ain't got it, man.

No shit.

You know, I'm working on it,

but I think this whole thing would be a lot easier

if you guys could just get your shit together

and get another fight going on the boat.

You know what, Bobby? Save the whining

for your little girlfriend in there.

You're gonna be called upon for a favor real soon,

and no matter what it is, you are not gonna want to say no.

Okay, boys! Let's get to it.

I don't like it any better than you do,

but we don't get paid to sit around like a bunch of fat whores.

I got a catering gig the next few nights.

Should be pretty cush. You want in?

Yeah. Thanks.

[whoops]

Man, I thought Mexico was hot.

Know what I'm saying?

Hey, Juan, think they'll take my brother, too?

Yeah, man, anything.

Okay. Thank you.

BOBBY: Catering?

CHARLIE: Yeah. You too good for that?

How much we talking?

About a hundred bucks for, like, four or five hours.

Hmm. Okay.

I could hustle that up on Bourbon in 10 minutes.

Thought you weren't gonna do that shit while you're staying here.

Yeah, and I haven't been.

I'm just saying I got a reputation to keep.

Reputation?

Are you kidding me?

What?

Scamming kids out of money,

peddling coke...

not paying your debts on time.

That's fucked up, man.

That's fucked up, man.

What? What?

You know what I'm talking about.

You know what I'm talking about.

What, Bobby?

My fighting, man. My fighting.

Look. I think you're a hell of a fighter.

I ain't gonna suck your dick about it,

but you're good. All right?

But you can't count on Atwater for anything.

That guy has got his hands in so much shit.

He'll get another round going when he wants to,

not when you do, so in the meantime,

stay in shape, and keep your nose clean.

I am in shape, man.

Okay. You want to know what?

I just can't get a break lately, okay?

I just keep getting fucked

by everything, everybody.

And you know what, man? It fucking sucks.

God damn it, you know what a fucking pussy you sound like?

You're lucky.

You would have it made

if you'd pull your head out of your ass for once.

Just come with me, and cater.

We'll make a couple of dollars,

pay for the air conditioning

and give Kat a little privacy, man.

Okay. So wait a minute.

Is that what this is about?

What?

Is it about her?

No.

[music playing]

[overlapping conversations]

Hey, what's up, Juan?

Hey, Bobby.

How you doing, man?

What's he doing over there?

Be careful, all right? Be careful.

Um, stuffed mushrooms, ladies?

Why, yes, thank you.

What are they stuffed with?

You see, if I told you that,

then it would ruin the surprise.

[laughs]

But trust me, you're gonna love it.

Okay.

Can I offer you a napkin?

Sure.

Oh, you're welcome.

How about you?

Yes, thank you, darling.

You're welcome.

Oh, excuse me.

Can I have one of...

[singer singing]

Stuffed mushrooms.

Get 'em while they're all hot and bothered.

♪ Lord, I'm back in New Orleans... ♪

Hey, excuse me.

Mind if I have one of those?

Have at it, buddy.

Mmm.

♪ I'm back in New Orleans... ♪

Are you gonna offer me a napkin?

[laughs]

♪ We're back in New Orleans ♪

♪ For Mardi Gras... ♪

Do you always act like you're a guest at these things? Hmm?

To be honest with you, sir,

this, uh--this really isn't my crowd.

I wouldn't dream of it.

You got that right.

Yeah.

Oh, you--you got a little bit of juice right there.

Yeah.

Actually, it's still-- still there.

♪ I need that mud in my blood ♪

♪ I can't take it no longer... ♪

Hey, man.

Wait a minute.

I know you.

I've seen you fight.

Yeah, I think you've had a little too much to drink.

No, no, no, no, no. Wait.

At the boat. My God, what are you doing here?

Don't they pay you decent coin?

Look, man, I don't know what you're talking about, all right?

You want to just let me do my job?

♪ We're back in New Orleans ♪

♪ For Mardi Gras... ♪

When's the next fight gonna be?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me?

What was that? What was that?

Excuse me?

Man, you wouldn't believe

this rich fucking prick out there.

Don't fuck this up, too, Bobby.

SINGER: Come on.

[singing in Cajun French]

WOMAN: My God!

♪ Just look at yourself, girl ♪

♪ And see what Storyville has done to you ♪

[piano continues]

♪ Mm, mm ♪

[song ends]

Where's Charlie?

Serving a bunch of cocktail weenies

to a bunch of pricks.

I'm gonna go...

Do you want a swig?

put some clothes on. No.

Why don't you just hang out for a second?

Just have a swig.

Just hang out with me. Have a swig.

These fans sure are helping with the heat, aren't they, Kat?

I gotta ask you something.

You know, I mean, I don't know.

maybe my head's just, like, full of rocks,

or, like, maybe I'm just--

maybe I'm a fucking idiot.

That's--Yeah, maybe I'm just a fucking idiot.

How did you end up with

such a stupid fucking coonass like my brother?

I--I can't stand seeing him walk around with that limp,

acting like everything is just fucking A-OK.

Is it that simple just to give up everything you fucking worked for,

all your dreams, all that stuff? And then what?

And then it's gone? That's it?

That's awesome, you know.

This-- This is awesome.

This is great.

What's up? I feel like shit right now.

What's up?

What's going on?

Hold on. Just a minute.

It's just...

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I don't know. I mean, it's just--

I'm sorry.

I don't know.

You don't know what?

I don't know how I ended up with your brother.

Hmm.

Hmm.

[squeaks]

[laughs]

I'm sorry.

Ah, Jesus.

[horn honks]

[laughs]

Maybe that's Charlie.

[both laughing]

[zipper unzips]

[gasping]

No! No.

Oh, God!

[yells]

No! Ahh!

What the heck's going on?

Everyone back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa.

[grunting]

Is that all you got, man?!

Huh, is that all you got?!

Don't be such a-- Fuck, Bobby.

Oh, yeah? You want to kill me, man?

Let's see you try it, pussy.

I ain't gonna kill you here.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. That's right.

Anytime, brother.

Any fucking time.

[sighs]

Okay.

I get it. [clears throat]

Look, Bruce, I'm just saying

this thing's happening with or without you.

You saying you don't need me, why are we talking?

Well, I came to you first, didn't I?

I want to do this thing on the boat.

I'm just saying, you don't like it, I'll go elsewhere.

Hey, you know I like it.

Freddie Fontaine's sons brawling on the boat.

That's the thing local legends are made of.

What's not to like about that?

So we good?

The problem is your brother.

What do you mean?

The kid's in too deep, and he's been there too long.

How deep, Bruce?

Deep.

Well, so what? This'll help put him

in the black with you guys, yeah?

Yeah, in theory, but your brother, he's a--

Your brother's a fucking idiot.

You, you I can trust, huh?

I can vouch for you.

These other people, they--

This is gonna look funny to 'em.

You know, they're gonna think that one of you guys is gonna take a fall.

Look, I guarantee it's not gonna happen.

Bobby and I got something to settle.

Yeah, I heard.

Jesus.

Hey, small town.

Small towns have big ears, kid.

So what kind of rules they got these days?

You know more about this than you let on, don't you?

Well, I know the twins fancy themselves as aristocrats,

so they gotta have rules.

Yeah. Gotta wrap your hands.

Oh! Thank Christ for small favors.

No shoes. No biting. No eye gouging.

That's pretty much it.

If I was fighting you,

I could kick you in the balls,

I could pull your hair?

Yeah, technically,

but only the worst guys do all that shit.

Look out.

Now, how many rounds?

No rounds. We just fight till knockout or submission.

REX: Okay. Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You call this a sport?

Charlie,

you gotta be lighter on your feet tonight.

Okay?

Yeah.

Bum knee or not, that ain't gonna fly, man.

♪ Women of age ♪

[knock on door]

♪ Always get me down ♪

♪ They always get me down ♪

♪ They always get me... ♪

No.

It's for you.

Is it Charlie?

The other one.

You want me to tell him to get out of here?

'Cause I'd really like to do that.

BOBBY: Ladies, I can hear you talking about--

Shut the fuck up!

You shut the fuck up.

♪ I don't think ♪

♪ It's bad at all ♪

♪ I don't think it's bad at all ♪

Hi, Chloe.

Bobby.

♪ I don't think it's bad at all... ♪

Don't get up.

Excuse me.

Prick.

Oh, help yourself.

Thanks there, Chlo.

You know, I really love what you done with the place.

You guys don't have any egg rolls?

♪ It's hard to relate... ♪

What are you doing here?

I just came to see you, that's all.

How'd you know I was here?

'Cause I got eyes on the street.

Wow. Big man.

Hey, you think you could just give us a minute here, Chloe?

Ah, maybe if you can fuck off and die.

You want to go outside with me for a second?

No.

You look terrible, Bobby.

♪ Women of age always get me down ♪

♪ They always get me down... ♪

All right.

Well, listen, thanks for the food, ladies.

I really appreciate it. I feel bad.

I think I should leave now so the two of you can dyke out.

Aw, you got class, Bobby.

Don't let anybody ever tell you different.

Ah, thanks, Chloe. I appreciate that.

You know what? You got a fat neck.

Did you ever figure out who knocked you up yet?

I got a few ideas.

Get out!

Right now?

♪ It's so high-class of you... ♪

Oh. You ladies coming to the fight?

Oh, Bobby.

Got a little wrestling match coming up?

Yeah. Me and Charlie on the boat.

What?!

Bobby! Bobby! Stop!

You're serious?

You're gonna fight Charlie?

It wasn't my idea.

Yeah, what about his knee?

You're not thinking?

Do you think you could talk him out of it for me?

Well, have you tried?

Jesus, Bobby.

The least you could fucking do is talk to him.

He made the decision.

I mean, it's like-- It's Charlie.

Oh, come on.

No, no, no. No. No, "Come on".

Let me just-- I'm sorry.

Maybe I wasn't clear. Here's the deal.

If he wants to back out, that's cool. If not,

I'm gonna rip his fucking head off.

Nice.

Again.

All the power is coming from your hips, right?

It's not about being tough guy, muscley guy.

It's just about turning.

Nice. Nice.

Turn your hips a little bit more.

Give 'em some room.

Stay on it, all right?

Go.

Aah!

Oh, shit. You okay?

You okay? You all right?

My fucking knee, man.

Damn right, your fucking knee.

Aw, shit.

[groans]

Okay.

All right.

Just a little adjustment in, uh--

in the game plan.

You have to create an opening for a left hook.

I mean your right's your bread-and-butter punch,

but you're gonna have to use it sparingly.

Otherwise, you're gonna be pivoting on this knee all night.

Everything that you do from now on

has gotta protect this knee, huh?

It's your little baby now, okay?

Be a good daddy.

Don't be one of those assholes

that leaves their kid parked in the car all day long to cook.

Gotta nurture the little fucker.

You know, wipe its ass, keep it fed,

give it some love, you should be all right.

Trying to make a joke so you can smile.

You okay, man?

All right, then.

[music playing]

WALTER: He loves fighters,

so he's gonna be happy to see you.

Now I know he'll probably buy you a few drinks,

try to impress the little boy toy of his

with his underground connections.

Then you tell him you guys are gonna go hit a different bar.

I don't know. Tell him it's a--

Tell him it's some place where all the fighters hang out.

He's gonna love that shit.

He's gonna eat it up.

And, Bobby...

when you get him out back,

you break that queen's elbow so bad

he can never give another hand job again in his life.

It's gotta be tonight,

and it has to be in front of his little bitch.

You understand?

Fuck you, Walter.

No. Fuck you, Bobby.

You know what? You'd do very well

to learn from this little situation here, Bobby.

If it can happen to Fat Chucky,

it sure as hell can happen to skinny-ass Bobby Fontaine.

FAT CHUCKY: What's up, doll?

How's it going, Chucky?

Hell, we were just talking about you. Weren't we, babe?

Mm-hmm.

You have been a busy, busy boy.

Well--

Word gets out.

So, uh, listen.

Every--Everybody's going on and on

about this fight, man, hmm.

Is this for real?

You're gonna fight your brother?

That's what they tell me.

[chuckles]

My, oh, my.

Well--[laughs]

I am buying the libations.

Whatever you want.

Whatever you're having, man,

as long as it's not something queer.

And when you say queer, do you mean like this,

or do you mean some kind of odd combination,

like a Galliano on the rocks?

'Cause I could have--

I could have the bartender make you my favorite.

It's a little Frangelico and a little cream.

It's called a fuck monk.

[laughs]

Bobby, before you got here,

we were talking about organizing a little, uh...

Caribbean excursion, huh.

You should come.

I could teach you how to snorkel.

[laughs]

I don't know, man.

You know, I got these cufflinks from Martinique.

Those are nice.

It matches.

It matches the tie bar.

There's even some great stuff there cheap, right?

Oh, yeah.

It's great.

Food's good?

Food's great.

But come on. What's gonna beat here?

Yeah, that's true, man. It's true.

If you like plantains and conch.

[laughs] I nev--

Never touch the stuff.

Last time I was snorkeling--

[laughs]

Yeah?

This is a true story.

I'm not kidding. I kid you not.

I'm telling you I could help Atwater.

I could be a great asset

to the whole outfit, you know,

kick things up a notch.

I imagine my, uh, persuasion

may not be beneficial in this case.

These men, they--

they think so small, Bobby.

I mean, it's just the way it is in this town.

Not many people here can see the big picture,

you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Actually, I do.

I know you do.

That's why I like you, Bobby.

You got a future ahead of you,

and I know it's not limited

to two-bit fighting on the river.

Thanks, man.

Ah...

call it like I see it.

[chuckles]

All right, fuck this place. Let's get out of here.

All right. Where you want to go?

I don't care.

Tommy! I thought they were paying you as a bartender.

How you doing?

Yeah, good.

Uh, Bobby.

Hey, Bobby, you okay?

Fat Chucky,

my friend,

I like you.

But you gotta watch your ass.

I think it's time you took that Caribbean vacation now.

As in tonight now.

[acoustic guitar playing]

♪ I'm gonna lay down my heavy load ♪

♪ Down by the riverside ♪

♪ Down by the riverside ♪

♪ Down by the riverside ♪

♪ I'm gonna lay down my heavy load ♪

♪ Down by the riverside ♪

♪ And we'll study war no more ♪

♪ I ain't gonna study ♪

♪ I ain't gonna study ♪

♪ I ain't gonna study ♪

♪ War no more ♪

♪ I ain't gonna study ♪

♪ Ain't gonna study ♪

♪ Ain't gonna study ♪

♪ War no more ♪

♪ Unh! ♪

Bobby told me about the fight.

You seeing Bobby, huh?

No. No, I'm not seeing Bobby.

He just stopped by Chloe's.

We kicked him out.

Uh-huh.

I didn't come by here to tell you not to do it

or try and talk you out of it. I just didn't--

I just want you to be careful, okay?

Why?

"Why?"

Why do you have to be such a fucking prick?

I can't believe you're calling me a fucking prick.

I get why you're doing this.

But it's not worth it.

Bobby's not worth it.

Yeah, but it was worth it to fuck him inside.

It was the stupidest thing I've ever done,

and I've done--

I mean, you know me--

a lot of stupid things.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you know how much better you made my life?

I don't know. Just some part of me,

some stupid part of me,

resented that in some really fucked-up way.

I just--

I don't know.

It's not the whole story, you know.

You understand?

CHARLIE: I don't know.

Well...

I'm not gonna go to the fight.

I can't, but, um...

whatever happens after this

is up to you, okay?

Almost got this done for you.

I couldn't help but overhear some of that.

Wasn't my intention.

Like you said, small town, big ears.

[sighs]

I don't have any appetite for this gangster bullshit, Charlie.

But my hands are tied.

Your brother has made certain folk look bad one too many times.

You knew this time was gonna come.

That's it?

Unless maybe you can get him to pay up

in full right away.

And we both know that ain't gonna happen.

Maybe it would be better if he never left that ring.

Let him go doing what he loves.

But what do I know?

[knock on door]

Ah, hold on.

Jesus.

[knocking]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming.

What?

Come on.

TV's busted.

Okay. What are we watching?

[grunting, punches landing]

[laughs]

[chuckles]

Isn't that a slick move, man?

I love that.

You teach him that?

He taught me that.

Mm.

I'll teach you that.

[turns off video]

W-What are you doing, huh?

I got a favor to ask you.

[distant yelling]

[yelling]

[brass band playing]

[soundtrack music overtakes brass band and crowd roar]

[distant yelling, muted grunts]

[crowd roar and brass band return]

[band stops playing]

[screams]

[groaning]

MAN: Yeah, Bobby!

Yeah, fuck him up! Yeah!

[crowd yelling]

Fuck him up, man! Fuck him up!

[crowd yelling]

[gasps]

[coughing]

[sighs]

Rex Baker in my office after all these years.

That's quite a payday you had, my friend,

and I didn't even see you at the fight.

Yeah, well, I don't do banana boats.

There you go.

Fuck, Rex. Kid shouldn't be up on his feet.

Yeah, but I can't stop him.

Okay. So I owe the two of you some money.

Yeah.

Just take out whatever Robert owes

to the, uh, Wonder Twins.

Give me the rest.

And my cut should be enough

to smooth over any bad blood my brother caused with the twins.

Are you telling me you don't want any of your money?

I'm telling you I want my brother's life.

All right. Done.

Thank you, Bruce.

Oh, and just so we're clear here,

I'm only covering Robert's debt...

and the rest of my cash is mine.

Nice to see you're still a greedy son of a bitch.

Your brother's safety, I can promise.

His freedom, though...

that's not something

that's in any of our hands anymore.

What do you mean?

Bruce.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I'll make the drinks.

How you feeling, Charlie?

Tell me what's going on.

[sighs]

That goddamn LSU kid...

got his ass handed to him

couple of nights ago at Bar Tonique.

He's in a coma.

Looks like he might not make it.

I guess he got what he deserved.

People usually do.

But the kid's family's got influence.

They got money.

And, frankly, it wasn't hard to figure out what happened.

[no dialogue]

[music playing]

♪ If you see me at the bottom of a river ♪

♪ It's 'cause I drowned ♪

♪ If you see me at the top of the mountain ♪

♪ I ain't coming down ♪

♪ I know a buyer that'll buy the hand grenades ♪

♪ Throw it around ♪

♪ I know the ways of a paranoid razor blade ♪

♪ Cut me down low ♪

♪ This world ain't getting me high ♪

♪ Low, low ♪

♪ This world ain't getting me high ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ I saw smoke coming from behind the fence ♪

♪ At a club that I know ♪

♪ I don't care about these clothes or those big lips ♪

♪ Behind those ropes ♪

♪ All the money, all the ladies with fake tips ♪

♪ They totally stole ♪

♪ I took the line, oh, but I wouldn't take this ♪

♪ No, I don't go ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ This world ain't getting me high ♪

♪ Low, low ♪

♪ This world ain't getting me high ♪

♪ No, oh ♪

♪ No, oh ♪

♪ No, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Whaaah! ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Tired of running ♪

♪ Tired of running ♪

♪ Tired of running ♪

♪ Tired of running ♪

♪ Tired of running ♪

[fiddles playing]