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You hear it said

that a man
can change his personality...

...the very essence
of who or what he is

by no more than 5%.

That's the sum and total change
any one of us is capable of.

At first you might think
it sounds trivial.

5%.
What's that?

A fingernail cutting.

A handprint on the window
of a skyscraper.

But when you stop and consider
the vastness

of the human psyche,

then that number begins
to acquire some real weight.

Now think of the entirety
of our known universe.

Hundreds of billions
of galaxies,

each of them with hundreds
of trillions of stars,

planets, moons,
and other celestial bodies.

All of that visible matter
only equals 5%.

So considered on those terms,

5% is colossal.

5%?

That's a whole new you.

Yeah.

Introduce me to your friend,
babe.

We've barely
introduced ourselves.

She's being coy.
Paul Harris.

Todd.

Are you, uh, with her?

That's very perceptive
of you, Todd.

-Paul.
-You can't be serious.

This lumberjack's got as much
flair as an unflushed toilet.

Shh!
He might hear you.

Yeah, I was thinking maybe
you'd like to come back --

I'm a big fan of the beard.

Do they make you wear
a beard net

-when you make mochaccinos?
-Paul.

I'm just kidding.
I'm kidding.

-You know I'm kidding, right?
-I'm sorry.

That's cool. That's cool.
I get it. I get it.

Hey, seeing as how
we're buddies now and all,

maybe I should tell you
to watch your mouth.

Or else someone might put a boot
up your ass.

Are you threatening me, Todd?

No, no. I'm just saying words
have consequences, Paul.

Like, if I were to call you
a cocksucker motherfucker,

that would have consequences,
wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it?!

I'll leave you to it.

Why did you talk
to him like that?

Hey.

My God!

Hey, Paul!

I'm gonna split your wig,
bud.

You're fucking pathetic.

Stop.
Please don't.

Please. I give.
Stop it, please.

I'll get started
on that mochaccino for you.

Oh, my God.

Did they -- Did they do this
to you because of me?

Jesus.

Oh, my God.
Holy shit.

You're good?
Your tooth.

Huh?
Oh, God.

Oh, God.
Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna call my brother.

He'll get his buddies,
and they'll come help us.

Paul?

Paul!

What the fuck?
Chickenshit!

-What's up?
-Ohh!

Top of the morning to you,
lazybones.

Lazybones? Why? 'Cause I
actually got some sleep.

What did you do? You pull
another all-nighter at Fritz's?

Oh, Robby,
you should have seen it.

It was glorious.

I was on a roll,
right up until the point

that I went all in
on a pair of ladies

and the other guy
was holding kings.

I should have learned
a long time ago

ladies are nothing but trouble.

Speaking of which,
how's old Katie-pie, yeah?

You wake up a little
extra tired this morning?

We're just friends.

Friends with benefits?

Who you sparring with?

Oh, my boy.

Always changing the subject.

Well, that big fella there.

Louie Scarpella.

Heavyweight
out of Buffalo.

Trainer wants to work him
against a flat-footed grinder.

Actually said that right to
my fucking face. Can't believe.

You guys having a little
social hour out there or what?

Robby, get your ass in gear.

What are you playing
hard to get, Tom?

Your gentleman caller's
waiting for you?

Yeah, yeah.
Time to make the doughnuts.

-Work out.
-All right.

Robby, Come on.
Let's go to the machine.

Hold your horses.

Don't chase, don't chase.
Work for it. Work for it.

Come on, Robby.

Find your range.
Find your range.

Come on, son!
Harder!

Breathe, breathe.

Breathe, breathe.

Pop it.

Snap that punch!

Well, well, well.

You, son of mine, are late.

Extenuating circumstances.

Yowch.

Jeez, that's a beaut.

Ow!
Lay off.

I'm not a grape.

How'd that happen?

Fell down some stairs.

Hmm.

Well, I was gonna ask you

to give some Chinese investors
a tour,

but I guess
I'll have to do it now.

Oh, hey,
How was your date last night?

That face, pretty sweet, huh?

Yeah. She'll inherit
a fortune one day.

Nice ass too.

I think I'm gonna
take the day off.

Yeah. Good idea.

And go get your teeth fixed.

You look like you ought
to be giving hay rides

through the Appalachia.

Hey, you guys need any help?

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Fuck!

Fuck.

What the hell happened?
Are you okay? I'm fine.

Just hit some black ice.

I thought you were
gonna get your teeth fixed.

I spent the afternoon
picking grapes.

Picking grapes?

Evening, Mr. Harris.

Oh, hey, Mike.
What's the damage?

There's some pretty
extensive damage to it.

It's probably going to take
two, maybe three weeks.

- Christ.
- Oh, in the meantime,

here's a list of
the loaner cars.

I can see why these
are the loaners.

I guess I'll take
the Lexus coupe.

Wait, wait, no.

Just give me the worst
piece of shit you have.

Hey, Rueben,
where's your brother?

Why does he owe you money?

Supposed to be training
with him.

I'll get him.

I'll go.

Yeah?
Good boy, Robby.

Hard for him to spar
with my foot in his ass.

-Hey, Fritz.
-Hey.

What's up, Robby?

Um, is my uncle here?

Ha. Does the pope
shit in the woods?

Of course he's here, man.
Go on in.

He's been here all night.

He'll be lucky if he's got
to pennies to rub together.

Tommy.

Tommy.

Uncle Tommy, wake up.

Wake up.
Hey.

Robby.
Mm.

You shouldn't be here, kiddo.

Yeah, well, it was either
me or my dad.

Oh, in that case,
glad to see you.

Oh, look what you did.

Big one.
Oh, bad boy. Bad boy.

So when is your next fight,
Robby?

Golden Gloves qualifiers.

You need a cut man?

What makes you think he's going
to need a cut man?

Just want to be a part of it.

Oh, everybody wants to be
a part of it now. Ooh!

-See you tonight?
-No, you've bled me dry.

I need time to recoup.

Maybe on the weekend,
though, Fritzy, huh?

Aren't you at the barn
on the weekend?

Oh, it's that time
of the month.

No, thanks.

I feel like
10 pounds of shit

in a five-pound bag.

Yeah, Fritzy said you were
playing all night.

Yep. It's a sucker's game.

Don't ever do it, Robby,
all right?

-Remember that.
-Okay.

Who am I sparring with again?

Scarpella.

Oh, fuck. Scarpella.

-What?
-He ain't going nowhere.

I know it. You know it.
He probably knows it too.

How am I supposed to help
someone who's beyond help?

You know what that makes me,
huh?

A punching bag
for 15 bucks a round.

Then why do you do it?

If you don't like it,

just don't step
through the ropes, Tommy.

Robby, you know there are things
in this life

you got to do whether
you like it or you don't.

Come on, Harris,
you fucking pansy.

I've seen 10-year-old girls

with more muscles on their
bodies than you, man.

And when you train,

you're supposed to use
fucking man weights,

not fucking girly weights.

Get your ass under that bar,
man. It's go time.

Come on.

Come on, lift it up.
Come on!

Come on.
Show me what you got!

This is the fucking money rep.
Put it up, baby.

Show me what you got
in your fucking body, man.

Get that
motherfucking weight up!

Put it up!
Show me what you got.

Come on,
have some fucking testicles

for once in your goddamn life.

Get the fucking weight up.

Come on, man.
Bring it up.

Bring the fucking weight up.

Oh, fuck.

Sorry about that.

It's all right, man.
Happens to the best of us.

Only means you're
giving yourself 110%. Yeah.

And to be
perfectly honest with you,

the first time
I squatted a thousand,

I crapped my pants.

We all do it.

Hit the fucking shower.
You're stinking.

Good job.

Hey, good work today, faggot.

Thanks.

What do you think
about this stuff?

-Does this work?
-All shit.

Chalk dust.
Crap.

Testosterone enanthate.

Rolls-Royce of
performance enhancement.

This will make a fucking man
out of you.

Is that stuff safe?

Safe?
Nothing's fucking safe.

You could walk out of here

and you could get hit
by a fucking bus.

How do you take it?

Spongier than
a loaf of bread, man.

And it jiggles around
like fucking Christmas pudding.

Seriously, look at it.

Yeah, I guess it could use
some work.

A blind man could tell you
it needs some fucking work.

Now hold the fuck still,

'cause if this goes in
too deep,

you'll get a knot
like a monkey's fist,

and you're not gonna
fucking like it.

Done.

Is that it?

Is that it?
No, that's not it.

From now on, you got to come
in here five days a week.

You got to cut off the carbs,
like bread, potatoes, and pasta.

You got to put in at least
150 grams of protein

in your body a day.

And lay off the grain whiskey.

What's grain whiskey?

Alcohol, dumbass.

Beer.

This shit will kill you.

Get you some D-Bol
on the way out.

Hello?

Hello?

Excuse me?

If you're a bill collector,
you can bugger off.

I ain't got no money.

-No, I'm -- I'm not.
-Hey!

Look, you can't get blood
from a goddamn stone.

I'm tapped out.

-No, I saw your sign.
-What?

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Jesus.
Oh.

Sorry about this.

I'm Lou Cobb.
I own the place.

-Oh.
-How you doing?

-Paul Harris.
-Yeah.

Fighter?
You got a fighter's build.

You -- You haven't worked
with Ernie Riggs

-over at Knockout, have you?
-No.

Good, 'cause Ernie Riggs
is a piece of shit.

So...

How old are you?

26.

Ah, 26.

Look, I ain't
gonna lie to you here.

You're kind of over the hill

when it comes to Golden Gloves
and shit like that.

Kind of too old
for a rookie, you know?

Yeah. Take a stance.
Take a stance.

Come on, take a --
take a stance.

-Take a stance?
-Yeah.

Throw a right cross.

Come on.
Another one.

That's all right.
Here, left.

Again.

Well, your balance
is all right.

It's okay.

Sure you haven't
fought before?

I mean, you got a fighter's
face, fighter's smile.

I fell down some stairs.

Yeah? Yeah.

Those were
some kick-ass stairs, huh?

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

This is it.

Ta-da.

So, what do you say?

Want to learn how to give
those stairs a kick in the head?

What you working on, kiddo?

-A haiku.
-Bless you.

-It's a Japanese poem.
-Oh.

Why don't you write an ode
to your handsome uncle?

"Tommy dearest, tell me true.

Why do all the prettiest girls
L-O-V-E you?"

You quit screwing around,
Tommy.

I'm helping Robby
with his poetry.

You wouldn't know Shakespeare
if he crawled out of the grave

and bit you on your big,
fat fucking ass.

We're gonna be back
at the usual time.

Unless your uncle's face
is so busted up

that it turns
a person off his meal,

meet us at Macy's, yeah?

-Let's go.
-Good luck.

You don't need luck

when you got the skills
to pay the bills, boy.

Mm!

"There once was a boxer
from Nantucket

who lost his piece
in the spit bucket."

Let's go!

I wish we weren't still
doing this shit.

Eh.
This is the last time.

Yeah?
This is the last one?

One of the last.

You imagine
that this was gonna be

the way you were gonna
cap your career?

Remember that night that you
fought at the fucking Garden?

Madison Square Garden.
You.

Yep.
That was a lifetime ago.

Yeah.

Knock him out quick tonight,
okay?

Hey, Manning.

Hey, lads.

-Hey, Fritzy.
-Hey, Rueben.

-How you been, brother?
-Yeah, good, good.

Looking sharp. So, what do
you think? Second round?

Yeah.
Second round.

In and out
like a fiddler's elbow.

Oh, sounds good to me.

You know, every time
I'm in this fucking place,

I feel I should be wearing
one of those rubber aprons

like they do
at the slaughterhouse.

-Jesus.
-Rueben, stop being so precious.

Rueben,
stop being...

My brother,
he's so precious!

Look at that big fella
shake a paw.

Fight goes until
one man can't answer the bell.

Man goes down,
both fighters take a rest.

I won't accept
no outright foul.

But remember,
out there operates under laws.

This place here, consider it
international waters!

Yeah! Yeah!

Knuckle up!
Knuckle up!

Katie, you live
three houses down.

Why are you dressed
for a polar expedition?

It's freezing.

Ohh!

Hey, do you have anything
good to eat?

-Well, I've got meat sauce.

Ah, yeah, okay, sure.

Do you want noodles or toast?

Toast?
You're kidding, right?

No.
Tommy loves it on toast.

Oh, eww!

Speaking of Tommy,
where is he and your pops?

Come on,
circle, circle, circle!

Let's go!

Go to the body, Tommy!
Go to the body.

Ah!
My...eye.

Ah, get the fuck up, Tommy!

What the fuck are you doing?
Put him down.

Tommy! Tommy!

Hey!

Check his hands! His hands
have something on them!

His hands!
Check his hands!

Sit down.
Sit down.

What the fuck are you doing?
The guy's wide open.

He's got fucking mods all over
his fucking hands.

It stings like
a son of a bitch.

Plus, he ain't
all there upstairs.

Who the fuck cares?
Here you go.

No, no, no, no, no.
He's slow.

His fucking breath,
it smells like a baby.

It smells like a baby.

Listen to me, he may be slow,
but he's more than fucking happy

to be punching you
in the fucking face.

Hit him back.
How about that?

Sit still.
Gonna sting.

You fucking deserve it.
There we go.

You fight this round, or are you
gonna keep flirting with him?

-I'm going in.
-Knock him out. Let's go.

Come on, Tommy!

Box a little,
you fucking elephant!

Good shot.
Nice shot, Tommy.

Good body shots, Tommy.

Good shot, Tommy.

Get up, you idiot!

Get up!
Get up!

Just stay down.
There ain't no shame in it.

You're one tough hombre.

Get up, you idiot!
Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

-Get up!
-Get up!

Get up!

Done, done.
Done, done, done.

Tommy. Tommy.
We can get it over.

Shame on you!

Your kid's feeble-minded,
and you know it!

I catch you running him
around here again,

you and me,
we're gonna have business.

Tommy! We got to get
the fuck out of here. Let's go.

A frozen ball of turd?

Yeah, there's this plane flying
from Montreal to Los Angeles.

And, like, a frozen ball of,
like, shit and piss

and stuff fell out,

and it smashed right through
this guy's roof in Rochester,

and it killed him instantly.

And what was crazy
is that he was on the toilet,

like, when it happened.

I really don't think that's
going to make for a good haiku.

Well...

Why don't you just write
about something that you know?

Like boxing.

Oh, God.
No, thanks.

Anything but boxing.

How about that?

What, Mr. Cryptic?
The curtains?

No, not the curtains.
The -- The view.

Because I've gotten older,

so my perspective's changed,
but...

Like, there -- The tree
and the fence and the sky.

Everything's stayed
the exact same.

Grab a pen, son.
Strike while the iron's hot.

Okay.

"The view out of my --"

Wait.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

Okay.

Um...

"The view out of my..."

That's your first line.

"...kitchen window..."

Three more syllables.

Three more.

"...remains the same."

No.

Uh...

"...stays the same..."

Nice.

One more line,
five more beats.

"...since I was a boy."

Simple.

But I like it.

Key lime.
Key lime.

Okay, yeah.
See you soon. Thanks.

Do you want to -- you want to
come for a slice of pie

with me and my dad
and my uncle?

-No.
-Oh.

I got to go.

My work here is done.

-Thank--
-See ya.

See ya.

Oh, there he is.
What took so long?

Oh, did Katie-pie
come over tonight?

Yeah. So?

She's a little cutie.
just like her mother.

She's practically my sister.

You two grew up together.
That don't make her your sister.

-You win?
-Hey, don't change the subject.

I need the details, please.

No, he, uh, did not win.

Because you
threw in the towel.

You should have seen the scared
look on his pretty little face.

Hey, that was no man
I was fighting.

It was
a pain-crazing mongoloid

who fed off of punishment.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

I used to work
at this private whiskey bar

called the Ancient Order
of the Hibernian.

I was doing door one night.
This guy rolls up.

He doesn't have a card,
so I tell him to bugger off.

He says, "Yo, bro, I'm Irish.
Let me in, please."

Say, "Sorry, pal.
No card, no dice."

He doesn't like that
none too much.

He comes at me.

We tussle a little bit.
I push him.

He goes down the stairs.

Jesus Christ,
I think he's dead.

But he gets right back up,
comes up those stairs.

Says, "Yo, bro, I'm Irish.
Please let me in."

We tussle again.
He goes down the stairs.

Sure as shit,
he gets right back up

and comes up those stairs.

And I say, "Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Buddy.

You must be Irish.

Right this way."

Oh, come on, come on.

No, go down.
Get down on your haunches.

Get down.

You get a little spring in you.

You're walking around
like Frankenstein's monster.

And look, tuck that chin in.

You're hanging it out
like a goddamn piñata.

Keep your elbows in.
Come on.

All right,
now spin out of there.

Thataboy.

Come on.

What's your name?

Did I get knocked out?

What's your name?

Pippi Longstocking.

I'm just shitting you.
Paul. Paul Harris.

-How long was I out?
-You were out for a while.

Set you up
with an uppercut

and a straight right,
right on the snooze button.

All right,
let's get back at it.

All right.

What was it you did
before you showed up here?

I worked
at my parents' winery.

Their dream, not mine.

So, what?
Why boxing?

Because I want to
be stronger.

Stronger how?

Well, I was watching this
documentary on World War I

a few weeks ago.

These vets were talking about
mercy kills.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What?

And how if a man in your unit,
if he was a liability,

they'd put a bullet
in his brain,

made it look like an accident.

Because back then
it didn't matter

how much money or influence
your parents had.

Just came down
to the fact that,

"Do I trust this man
with my life?"

All right?

And as I watched it...

...I couldn't help but wonder,

if I was around back then,

would I be the one
facedown in the bunker

with a fellow soldier's
bullet in my skull?

Oh.

Or would you be the guy
standing there

with a weapon in your hand,
huh?

Huh?

All right, here.

Double up here, and then
I'm gonna swing at you.

Yah!

Hey.

Good night, Lou.
Thank you.

Hey, come on in.
I want to talk to you.

Sit down.

Have a seat.
How you feeling?

Can you breathe?

Kind of stuffy.

-Yeah.
-Little bit.

You know, years ago,

fighters would go from town
to town, just like gunslingers,

you know, plying their trade.

They would
toe a line in the sand

and defy anyone
to come across that line.

In one 10-to-12-hour a day,
they'd fight maybe 15, 16 men.

And when they were done, they'd
take a little bit of money,

stick it in their pocket,

grab a bus or hop a train
out of town.

Now, sure, they did it for cash.

People like
Thunderbird Layne.

But that's not
why they did it.

They did it because they were
born to fight,

the same way some men are born
to be scientists

or architects or doctors.

You know?

But soon,

society moved in,

putting up ropes and rings,

putting gloves on
and making money off it.

And the bare knucklers
like Thunderbird Layne there,

they kind of like
went the way of the dodo.

Almost.

These places still exist?

Uh-huh.

Do me a favor, Lou,
don't yank my chain.

I'm not doing that.

I could take you,

test what kind of gas
you got in your tank,

whether you can make it
through this whole phase.

And if you do,

I want a deal that
we'll put on a pair of gloves,

go inside the ropes,
get your name up in the marquee

and in the lights
and make some real money.

-We got a deal?
-Yeah. Yeah.

Now, you're a bleeder.

I want you to go see
this guy named Sandercott.

Lou sent me.

Nose or brow?

Yeah, your brows look okay.

Process of elimination --
nose.

Head into the shitter.

So, what are you planning on?

Well, didn't Lou tell you?

Typical.

Electric cauterizing wand.

Fuses veins.

I'm gonna cauterize the
soft tissue in your nostrils.

Once it scars up, you're never
gonna bleed again.

Can't this be done
in a hospital?

Ohh,
it's nonessential surgery.

Government's not
gonna pay for that.

Plus there's
all those questions.

See, with me,
you get "don't ask, don't tell,"

and I only charge 50 bucks.

Up front.

So...

Uh, I don't have
any change

Oh, that's okay.

That's okay.

I know, baby!

I know.
Popsy will be there in a minute.

Worse than kids, huh?

Let's give you
a little cleanup.

All right. Here comes.

Oh.
There you go.

There you go.

Um...

You're gonna want to
bite down hard on this.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

This is gonna sting
like a motherfucker.

All right, here you go.

That's it.

All right.
Breathe.

Yep.
And here comes the train.

Years ago,

fighters used to go from town
to town like gunslingers,

you know, plying their trade.

They would roll into town.

They would
toe a line in the sand

and defy anyone
to come across that line.

Aah!

Aaaaah!

Oh, come on, babies.
Get out of there.

That's not for you. Come on.
Come on, come on.

Hey, we're all done.
Huh?

I'd get you a lollipop,
but I'm all out.

You want a Vicodin?

I don't think
those are Vicodin.

Sure they are.

The guy down the road
makes them.

I'll take two.

What the hell
is wrong with you?!

Okay.
Not to worry.

Everything's -- Everything's
absolutely fine.

Why don't we -- Why don't we
all just go into the kitchen...

and try our new Riesling?

You're gonna love it. It's a
great year for the Riesling.

Apparently.

Well, that was the quickest
end to a party I've ever seen.

You're lucky he's a business
acquaintance of mine.

You might be looking
at a serious lawsuit.

So tell me,

have you figured out how
all this is benefiting you yet?

Dad, did ever occur to you
for one fleeting moment

that I didn't want the life
you staked out for me?

Staked out for you?
I only want you to be happy.

But you never showed
the slightest ambition.

Yeah, well, why didn't you
teach me how to be a man?

Oh, give me a fucking break.

I taught you how to be a man.

A man for today.

Oh, w-what should I have done,
Paul?

Should I have
taken you out into the backwoods

and taught you
how to live off the land?

Trapping rabbits
and skinning deer?

Or maybe --
maybe when you were 16,

I shouldn't have bought you
that Mustang you begged for.

Maybe that would have made you
a better man.

Christ.

God.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go set up
my conjugal bed for the night.

Ohh, boy.

We got Marty Kane.

Listen, Robby.
He's a pretty big kid.

He's got some skills.

But he's not fucking sharp
like you.

You should tear him apart.

God damn it, Robby!

I didn't lose.

Yeah, but you didn't win,
did you?

You didn't win. It was a draw,
a lousy goddamn draw.

And you know the thing that
fucking kills me is,

not once, not twice, but three
or four times you had him,

and you did nothing with it.

You know, we might not make it
out of the preliminaries now.

Fuck, that kid was shit.

Shouldn't have been
in the same ring as you.

You blew it.
You b-l-e-fucking-ew it.

God!
You even care?

You know, there is this amazing
new technology called texting.

Oh, really?

You a little greased there,
Tully?

I don't know.
Maybe.

So is there like a law
against that or something?

-Actually, yeah.
-Oh, actually?

How did the qualifiers go?

I don't want to talk
about that.

Are you gonna invite me in?

You know, for a guy who
lives and breathes boxing,

it's kind of funny
how much you hate it.

So?
Who loves their job, Katie?

You think
my dad loves hauling his ass

out of bed every day
at 2:00 a.m. to bake bread?

You think you mom loves working
E.R. every night?

Everybody has obligations.
Why should I be above that?

Yeah, but whose obligations?

For a tough guy, you sure
get shoved around a lot.

Fuck you, Katie.

What are you doing here?

Darren just got his first sonnet
published in the local paper.

We were just celebrating.

You had a sonnet published.

Whoopee.

I do it
for the love of the words.

And knowing that it's actually
gonna get me

somewhere someday.

Where exactly is your
gay little poetry writing

gonna take you
that boxing's not gonna take me.

Well, I think
it's kind of simple, man.

All you got to do is look
at your Tully family tree.

You can start with your uncle,
your father, your grandfather --

hell, probably even your
Great-grandfather Tully

before him.

You know, it's like,

where did boxing
take any of those knuckleheads?

Nowhere.

The difference
between me and you

is that I get to leave
this town one day,

I get to go somewhere better.

But you,
you never get to leave

because you've tied
yourself up with boxing.

Out of all the sports, man,
boxing.

You picked the dying one.

I really hope you win those
Golden Gloves there, Robby.

I truly do.

'Cause if you don't,
you'll be missing out

on, what,
like the only good thing

that ever happened
in your miserable little life.

Rob, stop.

Do it.
Punch me, Tully!

Everyone knows
it's all you're good for.

Don't.

Rob!
What the fuck?

Rob, stop.

Fuck!
Fuck of off me!

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.

Rob!

Yeah, your dad's still up.

I don't think I can
face him right now.

Speaking of which,

I didn't think Kane
got the better of you that bad.

So, what happened
this afternoon?

I don't know.
Just wasn't on.

I don't know about on,
but seemed to me

that maybe went, I don't know,
soft on him.

I don't know what else
to tell you.

Oh, hold on.

Help me up.

Ohh.

There's my two. favorite people
on the whole wide world.

You look like shit, Reub.

Drunken style don't suit you.

You're not wearing
a rain barrel.

Does that mean
you're the big winner, Tommy?

Mm.

I am not.

That's my son.

-The great white pacifist.
-Okay.

Hey, kiddo,
why don't you hit the hay?

I'll just take care
of all this.

I would like --
I'd like to have a discussion.

I'd like to discuss
what happened today.

-I just want to go to bed.
-No, I want things.

I want to know why you tanked
the fight.

-I didn't tank.
-Don't listen to him.

He's loaded
and talking nonsense.

I wasn't loaded this afternoon,

and I've been around long enough
to recognize a piss tank.

Okay.
Off to bed, kiddo.

Let's go.

Get your fucking hands off me.

-Let go of me.
-Rueb, pull it together.

Pull it together.

In the ring, when you hit a man,
you earn his respect.

Out there in the street
or in the schoolyard,

he doesn't have to respect you.

But in boxing, there's the law.

Now, it may be rough,
but it's fair.

And I can't tell you that
you're not gonna get hurt.

But that pain is temporary.

And it's not as bad
as the pain of a wasted life.

I don't care about
getting hurt, Dad.

I'm just worried that this is
all there's ever gonna be.

No.

I want the same thing as you.

I want you
to get out of this town.

I want you to be
better than me.

And boxing is your ticket.

You think it's a trap.

It's a doorway.

And I want you
to walk through it.

I don't want you to ever
look back at my face again.

Nice jacket, Harris!

You look like a faggot cloud
drifted to earth.

Come on, be a man.
Be a big fucking man.

Bring it up!

Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, buddy.

Come on!

Again!
Come on!

And down.
You don't need me.

What the fuck?!
Close the fuck-- close the door!

Close the fucking door!

Close the door, man!

Aaah!

Whoo!

Fucking animal.

Fucking animal!

Aaaah!

Pedal to the metal, baby!

Aaaah!

Who wants some tomato soup?
Whoo!

I'm calling the cops.

I am the cops!
Ha ha!

Lou!
Tell me about that place.

You been out jogging, kid?
You sound gassed.

Gladiators don't have to
win money.

Yeah, I know.

How's your snout?
Heal up yet?

It's fine.

-Don't worry about it.
-Heh. We'll sort something out.

Sounds like you're ready.

Yeah. Fuck yeah, I'm ready.
Fuck yeah.

We got a call
about a disturbance tonight.

Wouldn't happen to know anything
about that, would you?

I did actually see
a suspicious fellow back there.

He was a real prowler type.

He was tall, skinny,
wearing a sequined eye patch.

-He was riding a griffin.
-A griffin.

Yeah.
Half eagle, half lion.

Beautiful creatures.

They're great lovers too.
They fuck like banshees.

All right.
License and registration.

You're not Jack Harris's son?

The winery owner?

Lordy, it is you.

Put this car in gear
and get yourself straight home.

What?

But, Officer, I just egged
the almighty fuck

out of that house back there.

Just a boy being a boy
as far as I'm concerned.

I'm 26.
I'm 26!

-I'm 26 years old.
-Settle down.

I'm doing you a favor.

Drive safe.

And tell your old man
Jimmy Steele sends his regards.

God damn it.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

Raah!

Fucking ruin everything!

So I'm gonna ruin your stupid,
precious vineyard!

Raah!

Oh, shit!

Did you find him?

Well, keep looking.

Check the cellar.
Check the greenhouse.

Check the --
the ditch beside the back field.

-Check the --
-Wait. Wait, Jack.

No, we got him.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

Oh, my God.
Paul!

-Paul.
-God.

I cannot for the life of me

figure out what the hell
is wrong with you, son,

but you need help --
serious fucking help.

-Jack.
-Oh, the silent treatment.

Oh, you think that'll help?
Hey, how about this?

Say goodbye to your
credit cards, buddy boy.

Do you guys remember
that killer whale?

The one from the amusement park

the animal rights group freed
a few years ago.

That whale was born and bred
in captivity.

Its whole life it was fed,
cared for, and protected.

And all it knew how to do
was do tricks

at the blow of a whistle.

I can't help but imagine its
small little world blowing up

when it was set free --
all the strange fish,

the new unlimited waters,

not knowing the language
of other whales

that she might meet.

Her once safe existence

suddenly became completely
lawless, lacking parameters.

-Paul...
-They found her

not even a week later,
floating near a wharf

with her belly ripped open and
her tongue and lower jaw eaten.

Shut up and let me finish!

I think about that poor whale,
and I wonder who's to blame.

Who's to blame for all this?

The protesters
for setting her free?

The amusement park
for keeping her penned up

for all those years.

And the more
I think about it,

nobody is to blame.

Everybody had their hearts
in the right place.

But the reality is,
is that whale

was adrift in a place
that she didn't understand,

scared shitless,
and so fucking witless

that she didn't last a week
on her own.

But what if she was given
the chance to strengthen herself

so she might have survived?

But why this -- this
self-sabotaging quest you're on?

Why suffer just to suffer?

'Cause people need to suffer!

They need to feel pain
and experience want

and get smashed apart
in order to fix themselves,

to become something totally new!

Three. Roll it.

Come on.
Keep the elbows in. Guard it up.

There you go.
Nice. Nice.

Go try that right.
Now, roll it.

Step in there, roll over,
and turn your hips.

Shit.

Hey, Everett. Come on.
Breathe.

Look here.
Come on.

Take a nice deep breath.
Come on.

You ready to rock and roll?

Come here.

Give me your hands.

So, what's your name?

Rex.

Rex Appleby.

And, uh,
what do you do, Rex?

I train killer whales.

To do all those
tricks and stuff?

I rehabilitate them.

To put them
back into the wild.

Cool.

So, what's your pleasure?

Oh, I can do that.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Come on,
give me your best shot.

-Ohh!
-Huh.

You like this, don't you?

Wait.
Wait, wait.

Oh!

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, yeah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, you better check
the warranty on this oven,

because its goose is cooked!

You're gonna break
the fucking oven.

Oh, yes!

I would love to dedicate
this win

to -- to Gummy Stu,
Stinky Mulligan,

Old Armless Joe
down at the VFW hall.

We did it, boys!

Oh, golly gee, Tom Tully.
That was some fight.

You and the stove,
you exchanged

some pretty heated
prefight words.

You said the stove
didn't have the legs

to make it through
the later rounds.

The stove,
he put up one hell of a fight.

You got some moxie, stove.

But tonight, tonight is
Tom Tully's night, baby. Whoo!

That's right,
it was Tom Tully's night.

Now -- Now, the question
that everyone's asking is,

what comes next
for Tom "Boom Boom" Tully?

Well, that fridge over there,
he's my mandatory challenger.

But that toaster, he's been
eyeballing me all month,

flapping his gums.

Well, buddy, you don't sing it,
you bring it.

You bring the pain train!
Whoo-whoo!

Stern words from a stern man!

Shut up!
Shut...

Enough.

You, you've got homework.
You have a fight.

Stay focused.

It's not a goddamn joke.

Lighten up, killjoy.

So you're going
to Macy's after?

Yeah.

Another day in the salt mines,
kiddo.

I love you.

Hey.
We'll, uh, break bread later.

Go get 'em.

So you're off
the shit, are you?

Yeah, listen, that guy
you seen the past few weeks

walking around in my skin,
that wasn't me.

He took me
to the dark side of the woods.

But I'm -- I'm back.
I'm back.

That's good.
That's good.

-Hey, Lou.
-Hey, Manning.

Who we got here?

He's a tough kid
out of my club.

He's got balls on him
like a burglar,

and he'll hold his own mud.

On you go, then.

Thank you, boss.

Welcome to the circus,
young man.

Hey, look, I'm gonna go catch
the first fight.

You interested?

No, I'm gonna sit.

Yeah?

Oh.

Fight like a dog.

What's that?

That's the best mindset
to put yourself in.

Become a dog.

Dogs aren't afraid of pain.

They're afraid of thunder,
fireworks, the vacuum cleaner.

All things their tiny
little brains can't comprehend.

Yet a dog is not the least
bit frightened by pain.

Even the smallest dog will take
on a dog three times its size

and literally fight
to the death.

So fight like a dog.

Thanks, Manning.

You're up next.

Looks like Manning's
throwing you a bone tonight.

- That guy?
- Uh-huh.

That's one big slab of humanity,
Lou.

He's an ex-pro.

Now, the good thing is he won't
hit you more than he has to.

If you earn his respect, he'll
put you out with one punch.

So what do you think?

You gonna do this, or do I got
to tell Manning --

No, no.
I want to fight him, Lou.

I might be nervous,
but I'm not afraid.

All right.

Good for you.
Now let's get you taped up.

Let's have a clean fight.
Knuckle up.

Don't worry.
I'll take it easy on you.

No, please don't.

Work the jab, Tommy.

Good shot, Tommy.

Jab, Tommy.

Nice.

Good shot, Tommy.

Create some space, Tommy!

Hit him harder.

Lean on him, Tommy.

Manning,
this is fucking bullshit.

Go at him, Tommy.

Nice shot, Tommy!

Knocked the fuck out!

Oh!

Oh, yeah!

Come on, get in here.
Get in here.

I can't breathe
through my nose.

What?
Look here, look here.

All right, all right.

That was that cross.

It's going up.

Here you go.

All right.
Now, face me.

Oh, yeah.
Now open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

Ah!

There you go.

Try it.
Can you breathe?

-Can you breathe?
-Yeah.

-Yeah, I can breathe.
-Yeah, see?

That kid is a glutton.

Listen to me.

Last time they put you in
with the feeb.

Now you're in
with this little punch pug.

-Lean on him.
-What if he won't go down?

You make him go down.

I don't want to hurt him,
Rueb.

Tommy, it is what it is.
He chose to be in there.

Let's go.

Come on, don't piss around
with him.

Come on!

Good shot, Tommy.

Good shot, Tommy.

Now it's fucking done!

Fucking protect yourself.
Focus.

Focus, Tommy.

Focus, Tommy!

Let's go, Tommy.
Stay focused.

Put him out of his misery!

Tommy, the kid knows
the fucking rules. Finish this.

Tommy.

Call an ambulance!

It's not how it works.
You take care of your own.

How am I supposed to do that?

Any way you can.
Anywhere but here.

Get him on my fucking shoulder.
Get him up. Up, up, up, up.

Let's go.

Come on, Tommy.
There we go.

Up.
Let's go.

Open the fucking door
to my car, Fritz.

-Lou, I --
-No, no, no, no.

Don't do that.

He knew what
he was getting into.

It's the nature of the beast.
Now, come on.

Let's get out of here.
Come on, now.

Help!

Can we get
some fucking help here?!

This way.

Hello?!

Um, slice of pecan, please.

And, uh, extra whip.
See you in 10.

What's that?

Insurance bullshit.

They're claiming that because...

...because Tommy didn't make
a living will,

and when he's declared

in a "persistent vegetative
condition,"

that he becomes
a ward of the state.

And then they're gonna --
they're gonna put his name

on an organ donor list

and give the rest
of him to science.

Fuck that shit.

There's no fucking way.
Over my dead fucking --

Why did you let him?

Why did I let him what?

Why did you let
Uncle Tommy fight?

Why didn't you stop him?
Why didn't you stop him?

When didn't you tell him
how stupid it was?

Why didn't you refuse
to go along --

How many fucking times
were you there

when I told him
how stupid it was?

How many fucking times?
A thousand times?

You told him.

But you weren't
forceful about it.

Because it's not my choice.
It's not my choice.

If it would have
been my choice,

he would have stopped
fighting years ago.

If he goes to fight,

I'm there to make sure
he doesn't get hurt.

Yeah, but he got hurt!

I know
he got hurt.

It's my fault?

You want to blame me?
Fine.

Fine.
I blame myself.

A man acts according
to his own wishes.

He's my brother.
He's not my slave.

Right, champ?

He's gonna pull through,
Robby.

Your uncle's a -- he's a born
fighter, through and through.

Just like you.

A born fighter, Dad?

I wasn't born a fighter.
I was raised one.

You made me that way.

You made me that way
from day one.

All you ever taught me was that
fighting was the only way

I'd have a place in this world.

I wasn't like that
when I was born.

-You made me that way.
-Best fucking thing I ever did.

I was your fucking father.
That's what we do.

We get you ready.

When we were young,
we talked about being champs.

It was bullshit.
It was a pipe dream.

But you, you are destined
for great things.

It's your life.
You want to throw it away?

Fuck it.

Fuck it.

-Hey, Lou.
-Hey.

What was
that guy's name again?

Who, Tom Tully?

From the other side
of the Falls?

Yeah.

You doing all right?

Yeah.
I was just curious.

I'm so sorry.

I never saw it happening
this way.

I never meant to hurt you.
It was never about that.

Who are you?

Nobody.
Just visiting.

Who are you?

He's my uncle.

What are you doing here?

I was just seeing
how he was doing.

Yeah, well, he's not doing
too well, as you can see.

Where are you from?
I haven't seen you around.

Across the river.

Canadian.

You fighting
to make ends meet?

Money was never an issue.

What are you fighting for,
then?

I don't know.
To see what I was capable of.

My uncle was a solid fighter.

This shouldn't have happened.

Everybody knows
you got in a lucky punch.

But that doesn't
change anything.

I want to hurt you.

I more or less have to.

Well, if it'll answer anything,
then maybe I owe you,

but I certainly
don't want to hurt you.

And then again, maybe I do.

I think we both know a place.

Robby.

How are you holding up, kid?

I'm fine.

Um, I need to talk to you
about something.

Is it Tommy's debts?
Don't worry about it.

I cleared the books.

Honestly, your uncle
is such a lousy player

it makes me sick to think
about collecting.

Okay, thanks.
But it's not about that.

What?

I want you
to take me to the barn.

The barn.
Why is that?

Does it matter?

Well, if you're looking for
my help,

then you bet your ass it does.

How old are you anyway, Rob?

I'm old enough to make
my own choices.

It might be.

But the question you need
to ask yourself is,

do you really think Tommy --
Tommy would want you doing this?

I don't know.

But nothing else
answers anything.

Oh, kid.

Come on in for a beer.

So, you ready for this?

Never been more ready
in my life.

So, just we are clear.

Anything gets ugly in there,
I'm throwing in the towel.

That's the price of this ride.
Okay, kid?

All right.
Let's go get this done.

Hey, Manning.
How you doing?

Who'd you brung me, Fritzy?

Amateur fighter
from my neck of the woods.

Rob Tully.

Yeah, I heard of you.

You're hot shit.

There are plenty of safer places
to find a fight, kid.

Yeah, well,
he has a specific one in mind.

I run a blind draw here.
So it'd be against the rules.

Yeah.

But since I make 'em,
I guess I could break 'em.

Huh?

Machine.

Machine feels no pain.

Machine is not broken
by fear.

Machine made of titanium...

...and bulletproof glass

and ballistic rubber.

A machine.

I am a machine.

I'm really sorry
about all this.

Hey, come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Fuck him up!

Nice shot!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Nice one, Robby.

Fuck you, Tommy.

Have a seat.

All right, you got
a few good shots in there.

Listen, you got to fight him
smart, not angry.

You hear me?
Not angry, Robby.

Everything is up here, okay?

And watch out for that
right hand. Okay?

Something wrong
with my tooth.

Here.
Open up.

Oh, yeah, that's loose.

That ain't going back in.

Let's put a little of this
on here.

Ah. Sit still.

Let me clean you up.

No.
Let it bleed a little.

Look, it's gonna get
in your eyes. It'll fuck you up.

Let it bleed.

Let's go!
Come on, let's do this!

All right.
Whatever.

Fucking right, brother!

Yes!

Great work, Robby.

You stupid little fucker.

How do I look, Lou?

Like some animal shat you
out sideways.

Now, listen to me. You got to
get in there and put him away.

I know! I know!

I know, but I've hit him as hard
as I've ever hit anybody.

-He's not going away.
-Then you hit him harder!

With everything you got,
yes?!

Why don't you just lay down and
quit while you still got a face?

No.

No, no.

It's not about
winning or losing.

It's about moving forward with
fists raised

without hesitation or fear.

Cut my tape off.

What? Why the hell
you want to do that?

'Cause I want to feel it.

Paul, stay down!

Stay down, man.
Stay down.

Thank you.

Open this up.

Fritz, get in here.
Help me get him to the car.

Ah!

Aah!

Oh, there you are.

We put that guy in the car.

He's beat up pretty bad,
but he'll live.

Robby?
What's the matter?

Hey, kid.
What's going on?

Robby.

for God's sake, you won.

Kid, you won.

All right, we're here.

What?

We're here.
It's time to get out.

No.

No hospital.

Oh, come on, kid.
Be sensible.

Your face is
wide open in places.

No hospital.

All right.
Well, this one's on you.

You got to be one of the most
obstinate son of a bitches

I've ever run into.

Now, it's been a long time since
I've done this, so hold still.

If you want painkillers,

you're gonna have to go
50 meters back that way.

There we go.

Then we're gonna go
in the top side.

Hold still.

Robby?
What happened?

I'm so sorry, Rueben.
I brought him straight here.

I promise, by the time I saw
what he did to himself,

it was too late.

Robby?

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

Oh, Robby.

What did you...
What did you do?

Ohh.

No, son.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I just couldn't do it anymore.

I wanted to
do it for you and Tommy,

but I couldn't
do it anymore.

I couldn't do it for me, Dad.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

You're gonna be fine.

You need a doctor.
I'm gonna get you a doctor.

Okay?

You stay here.
Stay with me, huh?

So sorry.

Hey.
Hey, Robby.

It's okay.
You're okay.

You're home.

I know.

I know.

Where do you want to go?
Want to go home?

I don't know where that is.

Well, you ain't coming back
to the club.

I don't want you
anywhere near it.

Can you take me
to the bus stop, then?

Absolutely.

Can I get my fighter's purse?

What, do I got to remind you
you lost the fight tonight, huh?

Tom Tully.
I beat him, didn't I?

That's everything I got.

It should get me
to the next town.

Yeah.

Hey, Lou, thank you for
everything you've done for me,

for getting me here.

Just get out of my car.
Go.

What a waste.

Bus 2093 now arriving.

Hi.

Where's the next
bus out heading?

Uh, Thunder Bay.

It's the murder capital
of Canada.

That'll work.

Uh, is that return?

One way.

The name
on my birth certificate

still reads Paul Harris.

My town and date of birth
are still the same.

But that person
who my parents raised,

who my frat brothers knew,

who once
walked the halls of the winery,

he exists no more.

So if I stand for anything,

let it be as a testament
to change.

That full 5%.

A whole new you.