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*

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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