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ENJOY! Do not miss this tomorrow! (Lowly

Jr): Things were getting tense at the house,

so I've been trying to get some cash together to get

- me and Mom our own place. - This is my stuff!

- What are you doing?! - Tommy has a newfound youngster

there crowding up the place,

causing Ches to be pissing and moaning about who his dad is.

- Don't start. - Let me out!

Tommy's back in Tucker's clutches. And Dad too.

The deal is Tommy works for Tucker 'til he pays Tucker back.

But just wait until Tucker finds out Tommy lied about having

- a deal with Smallwood! - Smallwood Promotions.

Guess money's all you need to be a boxing

promoter, and Smallwood's got plenty.

(Tommy doing mouth noises)

No? Come on.

Look at this, I think you've got

a little eyelash on your cheek. You see that?

Yeah, it's a good one. You know what that means?

You get to make a wish.

And make a wish for your dad to win a million dollars,

how does that sound? Go!

Yeah!

We're rich.

Haha! You feel that?

Now I can muck off my training, and we can

go have some fun!

Pam's left him here, has she?

Gone off for the weekend? Feminist retreat?

Ches, get out of bed!

No, she's gonna clear out Rico's house before

- he gets out of the hospital. - She's left Rico,

has she? Not finding him quite so attractive

after the head injury. And she dumps her boy

with a man who's never even changed a diaper.

- (guffawing) - He's still in diapers?!

He's like 11! Good sperm, Tommy!

You shut up. He's 5 years old,

aren't you? And he's not in diapers.

Anyways,

we'll stay out of your way, alright, Mother?

What do you say? We hit the town? Couple of lads

going down to the waterfront and see the boats? Wanna do that?

There's an ice cream truck down there.

Yeah. You wanna come with us? We'll get you some ice cream.

You get us some ice cream? Come on, let's get ready!

- I didn't say you. - Right now!

Well, there you have it anyways, Mother.

You got, uh...

- the day to yourself. - You mark my words,

the minute I sit down, I get a phone call,

"Oh, come help. I don't know how to be

- a parent." - OK.

- Well, we'll see about that. - We will.

Mm-hmm. Jesus Christ!

- Cassius? - Have you lost the youngster

- already? - Cassius!

Oh! What do you got there? Let me see.

Ah, good one.

Come on, let's go. (barking)

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Auntie, that is some good salt.

You don't know salt. That's road salt.

I know.

You know, Auntie, we're showing a lot of profit this month.

You know, I'm thinking maybe we can do something...

exciting, you know?

- Salt is exciting enough. - Yes, it is very exciting,

but you know what we should

do with the surplus?

- The suspense is killing me. - Haha!

Promoting a boxing fight. Hmm?

- No, thank you. - Auntie, Auntie, look, look,

listen, listen. It's an idea that came up,

and I can't stop thinking about it.

Look, we can find a very promising fighter.

The only boxing club in St. John's

belongs to heathens,

a family you don't want to get involved with.

- OK, well, who are they? - Tommy Ross is out there

getting a rich fella. Said he's gonna promote him.

- A Smallwood. - A Barbados Smallwood?

I don't know. The crowds that sell the Newfoundland salt.

Don't go messing with them, Tucker. Stay out of it!

- What? Why? - Your poppy was a Smallwood,

and he ran trade to the Caribbean.

You see, in them days, like,

a man had a woman in every port.

See, there wasn't any syphilis then, like you're already

with now.

Yeah, there was syphilis, but...

- Never mind, go on. - So one day,

the ship came in to St. John's Harbour,

and Poppy wasn't honest.

Your great-grandfather, Old White Poppy,

was from St. John's.

He was a sailor. So the story goes

that he fell overboard

and washed up on the shores

of Barbados with no idea

- who he was. - Wait.

Are you telling me that I'm a Newfoundlander?

No, no, foolish. You are an islander,

- but this is not your island. - (man sighing)

Our people took care of him

and sent letters to an address in St. John's.

Trying to find out who Poppy belonged to.

But the letters were ignored.

Nan got letters, but see, she couldn't read

and she was too proud to ask.

She just figured after a while that he was dead,

so she went back to her maiden name: Tucker.

Eventually, he married your great-grandmother,

- and they had babies. - Hmm...

He took over a plantation, made lots of money.

Well, Nan was beside herself when she found out

that Poppy had married another woman down there,

living the high life. Now, can you imagine?

But when the Tuckers

found out that Poppy had money, then it was a different story.

- They wanted him back. - The Tuckers were forced

into a life of crime, robbing and swindling

- their own neighbours. - Old White Poppy

was a good, strong man.

He was a lout, a weakling.

Couldn't man up to the Newfoundland weather.

And then Phyllis Smallwood shows up

to find her roots and selling

Newfoundland salt all over the world,

- rubbing it on our faces. - Don't you worry, Aunt Reena,

I'm gonna make this right.

Tommy Ross, he might be the key to the whole thing.

I got it working.

You're gonna share with me, right?

What can I get you folks

on this fine day?

You want ice cream, Cassius?

- Yeah! - Yeah? Alright.

- Uh, two chocolate ice creams. - (boat horn blaring)

When was the last time

you had chocolate ice cream for breakfast? Haha!

- There you go. - It'll be $9, man.

What do you mean? $9 for two ice creams?!

This is artisanal stuff, man. The same price all over town.

Got any money?

- What is that? - Ches, uh, sorry,

- I'll get you another time. - OK.

Hey, you'll be the cutman in my next

fight. What do you think of that?

- Alright, yeah. Cool, great. - Hey, this little man,

he don't mind sharing. You don't mind sharing, sure?

- A little lick-la? - Let him...

- Sorry, little man. - You're so stupid. You're...

You drop it, man, you bought it.

- Don't even ask. - I'll make you an offer.

- What's your offer? - I'm Tommy Ross.

Maybe you could use a couple of ringside seats

- at my next bout. - I'm not into homoerotic

sports, man.

Hey.

- Go! Go! - Hey! Hey!

What?! That's pathetic, man!

(laughing)

That was fun, wasn't it?

Alright, yes, it's, it's, it's not good to steal,

but every once in a while, you gotta

stand up for yourself. You can't go

letting people walk all over you, can you?

Here, that's yours. You take that.

(Tucker): Whatcha turned her off for?

Now, we'll never get her back on.

This must be my grandson.

I'm your, uh... I'm your grandson too.

Right.

Right. So how's it going, Champ?

- Chesley. - Champ!

Chesley! His name is Chesley!

And it's wonderful. I got two grandsons.

Come on over to me, Tom. We has a little chat.

- You're not training, Tom? - Spending the day with my kid.

Trying to find that delicate balance between your career

and your family? Ha! But Tommy Ross,

he can have it all. I wanna see that agreement.

- That's the narrow... - What agreement?

The agreement you got with Smallwood.

You swore to me

you'd pay me back all the money you owe me

because you had an agreement with a promoter!

Now, I want to see that agreement.

It's kind of a verbal agreement.

Well, the old handshake.

Why don't you just walk me through

all the details of that agreement.

You know what?

We were in the middle of working out the details,

- and then you kidnapped me. - Look here, young feller.

This is what you want to poke the hole in.

"Kidnapped"? I remember

when you came over to visit the house;

is that what you're talking about, Tom?

No, I'm talking about the time somebody pulled a sack

over my head and tied me to a chair and tried

- to dismember my father. - So you got no agreement?

- No. - Alright.

We'll get one, together, two of us.

Come on, get in the car.

I'm not. No.

Yeah. Leave him with your brother, huh?

- But, Lowly! - Never mind.

Bring him along. Introduce him to Smallwood.

He'll see you got another mouth to feed, he might be a bit

- more generous. - (Lowly Sr laughing)

- Here he comes, duck down. - Why? Why duck down?

Because it's a surprise meeting.

- Why is it a surprise? - What? You got an appointment

- with him, do you? - No. no.

Well, duck down!

Cassius, do you know how to play peek-a-boo?

Peek-a-boo? You know that game peek-a-boo?

Big surprise? OK, just duck down.

- Surprise! - Oh, Jesus! Take whatever you want.

I won't call the police. Just do whatever you want, OK?

Damn it, Tommy!

What are you doing in my car?! You're Tommy Ross.

- And sorry, who are you? - Do the name

- Tucker ring any bells for you? - Ah, Tucker's Boxing Gym

- and Specialized Training Centre. - You got it.

I won't threaten your turf.

Consider me out of the boxing game, OK?

On the contrary,

I am looking for a partner, and I believe

- you are the man for the job. - Really?

Yeah! What could be a better start to your promoting career

than taking on Tommy Ross?

Nah. No, no, no.

Yeah, Tommy's down at

Tucker's Gym tonight. Why don't you come down and have a look.

I, uh... I-I have plans tonight, so I...

I can't, uh... I can't be there.

- Yeah, I have Cassius tonight. - Yeah,

plans can change, cuz.

For everyone.

Uh...

What is that man doing with the...

- the cigarette? - He smokes, I guess.

He's unscrewing my gas tank.

- So, two tickets for tonight? - One.

- But I'm not promising anything... - Be there at 8.

That's when the fight starts. Ha! OK.

Yeah, I'm not, I'm not promising anything either.

Get out!

Hey!

Tucker! My son

was just an accomplice to a shakedown.

Right? That's the way I was raised,

and I'm telling you, that is not

- the way he's being raised. - Alright!

Listen.

Cassius, let me ask you a question.

Are you supposed to tell lies?

No? But what about

if you are at daycare and Mich, your teacher,

says, "Cassius, did you have a verbal agreement?"

And you say, "Yes," even though you know

you never had a verbal agreement.

Is that a lie?

No.

See? There you go.

You got him taught already. Ha!

I just got him.

Hey, we're not gonna go into the park now.

We're gonna go somewhere better.

We're gonna go to the boxing gym.

Look, this is a dressing room.

And here, you sit right there. Hi. Uh,

who are you? Tucker hire you?

Alright. Do you want to wrap my hands

or tape 'em up?

(Tommy sighing)

Is that your boy over there?

Yes, it is!

Being a father is a great gift.

Yeah, I hope so.

Who's Big Turk?

That's me, Bruce Nutarak.

But everybody calls me Big Turk.

I'm your opponent tonight.

How old are you?

- (sound feedback effect) - What?

Uh, just, uh...

- Just wait right here. - (Tucker, distant): Come on!

Hey!

If you think I'm fighting that geriatric in front of my kid...

I don't think it, Tommy. I knows it.

- He's wearing a goddamn hearing aid! - Yeah, well, he'll take it out

- before the fight! - Yeah, he's more than he looks.

Word is they tried to hang him

back in the day, and he lived

three nights kicking and hollering. And finally,

he ended up chewing right through his own hanging rope.

You know, that's not exactly a boxing skill now, is it, Dad?

Tommy, come on!

You know, Smallwood, he gotta see a winning fight here

tonight, right? It's all good,

you'll take on 20 or more of them old fellas by,

your stats? Poof!

Through the roof! They'll be looking

to get you down in Vegas somewhere.

D (cell phone ringing and buzzing)

Hahahaha!

You're pulling your hair out yet?

Uh, no. Um, just wondering

if you wanted to come down to the fight tonight.

Hm! You got that kid running around that dirty gym,

stepping on nails, getting mauled by perverts?

- No. I mean, no. - So you want

me to come down there

to stop him being scarred

for life watching you assault a stranger?

Mom, it's not street fighting, alright?

And I'm sure Rico...

Would have asked his mother? I doubt it.

He could have afforded a babysitter. It's not like

I didn't see this coming.

- You know what? Never mind. - No, it's fine.

I would just like an acknowledgement

that there's an expectation

Of my help. And a little appreciation would be nice.

I said,

"Never mind." So you stay home

and you do whatever it is you do,

OK? Cassius is fine.

- Prick. - Slut.

Hey, Tommy, I found these wicked gold laces.

Awesome!

Listen, Ches, I'm gonna need you

to look after Cassius during the fight tonight, OK?

You said I could be your cutman.

Yeah, and I won't need a cutman.

It's really not gonna be that kind of fight, you know.

Cassius, Daddy's gonna have a little

bit of fun, a little boxing match,

and you're gonna love it. You even got

a ringside seat and everything.

(announcer): Ladies and gentlemen,

give it up for Tommy "Little Dog" Ross!

(crowd cheering)

His opponent tonight: Bruce "Big Turk" Nutarak!

Boxers.

You sure you want to do this?

I've been fighting all my life, kid.

It's what we do.

- Alright, old timer. - Touch gloves.

(bell rings)

(Tommy): See, Cassius? Is all. Just playing.

- Just Dad having a bit of fun. - Break!

Ugh!

(Tommy): Look at that. Playing the game,

just having fun, right? Look, one hand behind my back.

- Ugh! - See?

That's all. He don't feel that. You don't feel that,

- do you, old timer? - Oh!

You don't feel nothing, do you?

Your mother's not coming to get you.

(Lowly Jr): You gotta show him up, come on!

You think these people will let you go home or not?

(Lowly Jr): Give it to him, Tommy! Come on!

I used to think about running away,

hiding until the cops found me,

but it's too late for me. You still have a chance.

(Lowly Jr): What are you doing? Yeah, follow it up!

Go at me.

Ugh! (crowd's reactions)

- Sylvia! Sylvia, over here! - Mom, what are you doing here?

Have you had a chance to think any more about my proposal?

"Proposal"? What's he talking about?

Stop it, Lowly, I'm here to mind Cassius.

- Where is he? - Don't change the subject.

- (crowd cheering) - Ugh!

- Hey! Where's Cassius? - I don't know.

- Chesley, where's Cassius? - Tommy, get your guard up!

What?

No! Where is the boy?

Tommy, man, what are you doing?

Where's, uh... Where's Cassius?

Tom, come on!

Tommy, he likes to milk the drama, you know.

- Tucker! - What?!

- Where's my boy? - Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Mom! Mom! Find Cassius!

Find Cassius for me, please!

Marriage proposal? You're not gonna marry that man, are you?

Why not? None of my family appreciate me.

- I do! - Oh, go on. I have

- to find Cassius. - (Tommy): Ah!

You jealous little bastard! What did you do to him?

OK, look. A week ago, we didn't even know he existed.

Man, you... He better still be alive

or I'm gonna send you to the boys' home! You hear me?

Come on! Don't make me come in there and help him out!

I've got to get going, I've got this thing in the morning.

Don't you walk out on me,

you grandfather-robbing...!

Someone's in a hurry to get anywhere else.

- Is the fight that bad? - Yeah, it's a bit

- of a waste of time. - Yeah, watching Tommy Ross.

I don't even know why I'm here to be honest.

You're Kevin Smallwood, the rich business guy?

- What?! - Ginny Ross.

Listen, um, boxing's kind of dated,

don't you think? I just don't think it should

really be where you're putting your money.

But if you want to check out something really fresh,

I got this seminar. And I just need some investors.

If I had investors, I could really expand

- the business that way. - A five-year-old is missing,

- and everyone is blaming me. - OK.

Look, I gotta go right now, but I'll check this out.

- Good night, son. - That'd be great.

He, uh, he called me son.

Is-is-is he my dad? Is he my...?

Who is he and why did he call me that?

Oh, Ches, you really want to know who your dad is, huh?

I won't tell anyone. I just want to

know where I came from. He seems cool.

OK, yeah. Yes! Yeah, that's your dad.

But you can't tell him, OK?

Ever?

No. No, probably not.

(Tommy grunting in pain)

Find Cassius!

Where is the boy?

d

(Indigenous throat singing)

There you are, you little frigger! Come on!

Found him, Mom! Here, take him! Look, Mom!

Look, Mom found Cassius! Mom found Cassius! Don't worry!

Everyone should appreciate Mom! Don't worry, Mom,

- they'll appreciate you now. - Good.

d

Raaah! (Indigenous throat singing)

One, two... (indistinct song playing)

three, four.

Five! He's out!

(crowd cheering)

You had enough, did you? You had enough.

Alright, man, good job. And now we're done, see?

(gasping)

Whoo!

Get in there. Get in.

(man): Oh, my God! (crowd whispering)

Yeah.

You're just gonna walk that outside, buddy.

It's OK. It's OK.

(Indigenous throat singing)

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