All language subtitles for 홈보이 Homeboy.1988.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

(Dramatic orchestral music)

(Melancholy guitar music)

J“ yeah yeah j“

j“ I wanna big fat mama j“

j“ beat me black and blue, yeah, yeah j“

j“ when I get my big fat mama,
all my dreams come true j“

(man speaking indistinctly
over loudspeaker)

- [Kid] Out of the way, kid.

Now!

Shit!

- Damn!

Homey be bangin'.

(Blippy electronic music)

Check this out.

- Oh, shit.

Yo, man, where your horse at, man?

You rode into town or what?

- Hey, yo.

Hey, yo.

Look at this 10-gallon
hat wearing motherfucker.

Hey, yo, mister, your
belt buckle is excellent.

(Laughing)

- [Kid] That shit ain't funny, man.

- Yes, it is.

- [Kid] It's not funny.

- [Friend] He's a crazy motherfucker.

- Motherfucker.

- Yo, we'll kill you, man.

- We'll fuck you up!

- Nasty motherfucker.

- Fuck you, motherfucker.

- You want to see a cowboy?

I got a cowboy, lone ranger.

(Down-tempo blues music)

I want a coke with rum.

A rum and coke.

J'why don't you call me when you need me j“

j“ come down here on bended knee j“

j“ call me when you need me j“

j“ come down here on my bended knee j”

j“ oh, I want you to love
me, darling, listen j“

j“ darling, love me j“

j“ oh, yeah j“

- Whiskey.

(Muffled chattering)

J“ oh, you're a sweet little sweet thing j“

j“ green-eyed honeybee j'

j“ oh, sweet little sweet thing j“

j“ sweet love j“

(all chattering)

- Oh, we got new money here.

All right, all right.

All right, cowboy what you got?

Cowboy money.

Shoot the dice, man.

Throw, throw, throw.

Let 'em go.

(Crowd cheering on radio)

- The 10-yard line.

- Come on.

Come here, come here, come here.

Come on, baby.

(Laughing)

(Upbeat blues music)

(Laughing)

- Whoo!

- Johnny Walker?

You Johnny Walker?

Kind of smells from all that rain.

You look like a cowboy.

You a cowboy?

I like cowboys.

(Crowd booing)

- Stop!

Stop!

Get out of here.

Give me a minute.

You got nothing here.

- [Wesley] Can I borrow
your compact, please?

- How do you organize your money?

I don't understand this.

Supposed to put 20s first,

then you got the 105,
then you put the fives.

Where the fuck you been?

- His bus was late.

- You're another beauty here.

Here.

(Boards rumbling)

(Speaking foreign language)

- 25 years of picking you bums up.

You're all the same.

Go to the bus stop to pick 'em up.

He's in a gin mill getting drunk.

- Listen to me, I get annoyed.

Don't bring up damn
jokes about cholesterol.

I am telling you, I viewing this man.

He's two days late.

- Relax.

You worry so much.

Give me a kiss.

Don't worry.

- Get away from me.

Wesley.

- It's time.

Oh, there he is.

Wesley Presley.

Women, come and get me.

Oh, so pretty.

And, Lou, why,

(laughing)

Why is god so good to me

and so awful to you?

I don't know.

Thank you.

You're an ugly person.

(Laughing)

- And you're beautiful.

No smoking around my fighter.

- Can't you read the sign?

- Can we go to this fight?

Can we,

are we gonna have this fight?

Let's go, please.

(Dramatic guitar music)

(Crowd cheering)

- Okay, let me see them gloves, Johnny.

Come on, let me see these gloves.

I can see it's gonna
be one of them nights.

Let's see your gloves, Roscoe.

Okay, they're all right.

You got a cup on?

Good boy.

- Wasn't for your face,
you'd be a good-looking guy.

- Get over there.

- Hold up, hold up, hold up.

I'll take care of it.

Come on, let's get back to your corner.

Hey, Lou!

Come on and get your fighter.

Can't you control him?

Come on, save it for the fight.

(Crowd cheering)

Okay, let's get some instructions.

Let's go.

Hey, Johnny?

Come on, Lou.

Let's get your guy out here.

Hey, does he want to fight tonight?

- Yeah, I got him.

John, come on.

Come on, John.

Please?

Come on, let's go.

- Let's go.

- Get out here.

- Remember what I told you guys
in the dressing room, okay?

I want a good clean fight.

Let's touch gloves.

Let's get with it, John, with the program.

Touch gloves.

There you go.

You got your hands full tonight.

- Tell me about it.

(Bell dings)

(Crowd cheering)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

- Okay, break.

Break!

I told you guys to break.

Come on.

Let's get out of that.

Look here.

When I tell you to break, Roscoe,

I want you to break clean.

You understand?

(Crowd cheering)

What are you doing?

- Fuck you!

Next time you do that, this fight's over.

You understand?

This fight's over.

I'm not telling you no more.

Now settle down.

Come on over here.

(Crowd booing)

(Laughing)

- Moe.

What's the guy's name?

- Johnny Walker.

- Johnny Walker?

That's a great name.

Hey, John!

Come on, John!

Move, move!

That's right, John.

- Sit down.

Sit down.

- Sit down, Wesley.

Sit down.

- Boom, boom!

Bang-bang!

- Yo, sit down.

Sit down, asshole.

- What's the matter?

- Break it.

Break it.

When I tell you to break,
I want you to break.

- Will you sit down?

The fight is the ring, man.

Sit down.

- Break clean.

Break clean.

- You say something?

(Grunting)

- Hold it.

Hold it here.

Let his head out.

Let me look at that cut.

That's okay.

Okay, well, let's keep it clean.

(Crowd cheering)

- [Man] Let's go.

Let's box.

- That hurt.

I saw that.

(Bell dings)

- Okay, break.

Break it.

Come on, step back.

Step back.

Round's over.

- John, sit down!

- [Ref] Come on, now!

Get back to your corner, Roscoe.

- [Man] Come on.

Let's work.

Let's go.

- [Man] Roscoe, you got it.

- [Ref] Okay, Johnny,
this is the last time

I'm gonna warn ya.

Any more crap out of you,
and you ain't getting paid.

And that goes for you too, Lou.

- [Man] He's just going
through the motions.

Just go out there and do the
basic simple fundamentals,

and it'll be very simple.

- [Man] All right, spit it out.

Go ahead.

- [Man] Keep your footing,

and keep that jab going,
'cause then you'll be fine.

All right, go get him.

(Whistle blowing)

- [Man] Stay away from his right hand.

You'll open that son of a bitch right up.

Come on.

- [Man] This time, Roscoe.

Let's go.

Finish him up.

(Bell dings)

(Thud echoes)

(Crowd shouting)

- Whoo-ee!

Yeah, hey!

- One, two.

It's all over.

(Crowd cheering)

- How old are you, Walker?

100 years old?

You're all through.

You're over the hill, buddy.

You're an old man.

You're an old-timer.

Forget it.

You bum.

You're terrible.

You're nothing.

You're old, Johnny Walker.

Too old, buddy.

You're an old man.

You're an old-timer.

Forget it.

You're terrible.

You're nothing.

Forget it.

Come on, Walker.

(Crowd cheering)

(Blows)

(Blows)

- Can you watch where you're going?

What are you looking at?

- Hey, man.

You got my money?

(Laughs)

- I got your money.

There's your money.

Jesus.

- Lou.

Congratulations.

Boom, boom.

You got a guy here, I'll tell ya.

I love the way you fight, John.

I never saw anybody fight like that.

Am I right?

Huh?

Call ahead.

Get the table.

I'm Wesley pendergrass.

I like you.

You get dressed, okay?

I'll take you for something to eat.

Keep it.

(Crowd cheering)

(Bell dinging)

I got to tell you something upfront.

I know a lot of people.

I know everybody in this fucking town.

Nothing goes down I don't find about it.

That's important, keep informed.

I got this gig.

I do it on the side.

Moe owns a couple of strip joints.

I go in.

I bullshit a little.

I do an act onstage.

It sucks, but it's better than working.

And it keeps my po off my ass.

I can sing a little, I'm
a pretty good dancer,

and I have fun

fucking up the songs.

(Chuckles)

- Hey, Wesley!

- Huh?

- Hello!

(Brakes squealing)

Who's this guy?

- I'm gonna kill you!

- Why?

- You fucking punk!

Where you been?

- [Ray] What are you talking about, man?

Take it easy.

- You winding me up?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't fuck with me, man.

- You're gonna pull a knife on me?

You are gonna pull a knife on me?

- I ain't no punk!

- Well, what are you
gonna do with that, huh?

- I don't know.

Oh!

(Siren wails)

- Stay off my nose.

What's the matter with you?

- Will you move your fucking car?

(Horns honking)

- Hey, you got a problem?

Hey, shut up!

Where's my money?

Give me my fucking money!

- [Ray] Hey, man!

- [Wesley] Right now!

- [Ray] I got it right here.

Take it easy.

- [Wesley] Give it to me.

Come on, come on!

- [Ray] Take it easy.

Here.

Man, what do you got to
always hit me for, Wesley?

- Where you been?

Hey, how you doing?

- What are you kicking
the shit out of him for?

You want to kick the shit out of him,

you do it somewhere where
you don't hold up traffic.

- Hey, man, nobody's going
to kick the shit out of me.

- Hey, scrote, move that
hunk of shit over to the curb

and shut up.

- Scrote?

- Shut up.

Wesley, I heard you pulled a nickel.

How come you're back
on the bricks so soon?

- Scrote?

What is that, French?

- Ray, I ain't gonna tell you again.

Move it on.

- Stupid.

(Spits)

(Horns honking)

- Get out of the street.

Let's go.

- He with you?

- I'm not gonna tell you again.

Get out of the street.

- Hey, man.

Don't punch me with that stick.

- It's okay.

I'll handle it.

Looks like somebody kicked
the shit out of you.

- Johnny's a fighter, lieutenant.

He fought tonight.

Knocked out some
spear-chucker at the arena.

- Stay out of trouble, boys.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

(Light rock music)

- Come on.

This is it.

The place.

My place.

Come on.

You know, don't worry
about that guy, grazziano.

Known him for 15 years.

He's crazy.

He hates me.

He hates the fact that people like me.

You know what I mean?

He hates it, and he hates the
fact that people like you.

He's like a bitter person.

I hate that.

Hey, moe, how you doing?

- John, come on.

See, he's like a sick person.

J“ where is the love I've lost j“

j“ where is the mercy j“

- anyway, this is it.

I share this with some girls.

Give me your bag.

Here, just put it down.

Make yourself, no, watch.

Watch the show.

- Hey, that cop, man, he's
like a fucking nightmare.

- Exactly.

We got to be cool.

It's hot out there, man.

Some jerk-off iced someone
doing a job the other night.

I mean

I mind my own fucking business.

I ain't going to jail for no murder.

Huh?

Come on, come on.

Give me the tap shoes.

- What, these things?

- Yes.

Where's the tie?

- I don't know.

You have three of 'em.

- You know something, what are you, high?

Huh?

- Hey.

She moves everything.

What the fuck am I supposed to do here?

These people.

(Audio warbling)

J“ where is the love I've lost j“

j“ where is the mercy j“

j“ where is the mercy j“

(Snare drum swelling)

(Cymbal crashing)

- Thank you very much,

ladies and germs.

(Laughs)

I just flew in from the coast.

My arms are exhausted.

This is my band,

otherwise known as Bernie
beamer and the busted hymens.

There you are.

All right, let's do "fine and dandy".

(Upbeat music)

(Feedback ringing)

Take it away.

J“ she's all fine and dandy j”

j“ when you're handy when I'm with you j“

(feedback squeals)

J“ when you're near I see the sunshine j”

j“ when you're gone, I don't
know what's happening j“

j“ hey, it's great to be fine and dandy j“

j when you're handy, you're with me too j

j and when you're handy,
I'm fine and dandy j'

j so what am I gonna do without you j

(motor puttering)

J love, baby j

j give me your heart j

j I want to love you, baby j

(engine revving)

- Hey, watch it, pal.

(Dog barking)

(Pleasant guitar music)

- Ah!

(Laughing)

- Hey, look.

Little horses.

(Laughing)

- Come on, let's go.

- Hey, we're closed.

You have to come back tomorrow.

- Oh, hey.

Hey, we want to ride.

- That's too bad.

I said we're closed.

- Oh, come on.

Please?

- Hey.

- Whoa!

- I said we're closed.

- Bitch.

- The lady says she's closed, boys.

- We were just having some fun.

- Where'd you come from?

- Nowhere.

- [Man] Come on, let's get out of here.

- Hey.

How about a cup of coffee?

- I said we're closed.

- [Johnny] Okeydoke.

(Light guitar music)

- That's it.

That's it.

Drop it.

That's it.

(Jump rope whirring)

- Yo, my man.

- Yo.

- [Man] I forgot what color I am.

- You forgot what color you are?

- What color am I?

- You're black.

I'm red.

You got to be black.

- Are you sure?

- I'm not the one who's confused.

I know my color.

- [Man] Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

Hey, Johnny boy.

Where you been lately?

- Yo, man, I've been around.

- [Lou] How you feeling?

- I feel like working out.

- The locker room's down on the left.

- Hey man, that's what I need.

A white fighter.

Make a lot of money with a white fighter.

Just can't make no money
with a black fighter.

Jesus.

What color did you say I was?

- Left hand.

Left hand.

Don't wait.

- [Man] Look sharp.

- How you doing?

- All right, good to see you, moe.

- How's my boy doing?

- He's doing great.

He's working like...

Undefeated, huh?

15 and 0.

11 knockouts.

I'm moving him up, but we
can't get him any decent work.

- This is the fighter I was talking about.

(Funky bass music)

We'll want to see him move around a bit.

(Bell dings)

- Can he go a couple of more rounds?

Hey, Lou?

Can your guy give cotton
a couple of rounds, huh?

- You up to it?

- I'll give him some work.

(Funky bass music)

(Bell dings)

- Just look at him.

Look at this guy.

Look at this guy's arms.

- He don't want to cover up?

He don't want to cover up?

(Laughs)

- This kid cotton can really hit.

(Bell dings)

- What is this shit?

Look at this.

- Doesn't your guy know
what the bell means, huh?

- Don't he know to protect
himself at all times?

- [Man] Ah, this is work, huh?

We ain't getting paid for this.

- Hey, asshole!

You don't pull that kind
of shit on my fighter.

You pull that kind of shit,

you go back to where you came from.

You understand?

Get out of here!

- Hey, fat man, nobody tells
me where to go back to.

- Get out of here.

Fuck you!

Fuck you, Walker!

(Spits)

- [Johnny] Get out of here!

(Pleasant guitar music)

- Hey, where'd you come from?

- Over there.

- Thanks for the other night.

- Mind a soda?

- We're even.

- Hey, is all this yours?

My grandfather left it to me.

Business is kind of bad.

Carousel doesn't work.

Ponies get sick.

I get by.

- Looks old.

- Everything gets old.

(Waves roaring)

I guess I never thought
of doing anything else.

He never minded, though.

We came here every day.

Even when I was real small,

he used to let me wear his coin changer.

I'd be giving people the wrong change,

and he'd tell me how many
times to press the button

to give the right change.

(Rain pattering)

- Hmm.

- Sometimes, you know, if
people didn't have enough money,

he'd just let them ride for free.

He just loved to see all the kids laughing

and having a good time on the horses.

At night he'd be so tired.

And then it'd be my turn.

Couldn't wait for it to be my turn.

I remember one night he was
standing there in the rain,

watching me go round and round.

(Sighs)

You're not talking too much.

Is something wrong?

- No.

- You're very quiet.

(Down-tempo music)

(Crowd cheering)

- Break, break, break, break, break!

(Lively percussive music)

- Come on.

Give him a light drip.

(Crowd booing)

- Bullshit.

- Boo!

(Bell dinging)

(Crowd booing)

(Bell dinging)

- Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a decision.

Judge tally line scores
of 77 to 76, franzetti.

(Crowd cheering)

Judge Felix, challenger
has it 77 to 75, Walker.

(Crowd booing)

And judge Lewis scores it 76 to 76.

This bout is a draw.

(Crowd booing) (Crowd cheering)

(Crowd cheering) (Crowd booing)

(Camera shutter clicks)

- Fight's over, fight's over.

Come on.

Come on, fight's over.

- Come on.

Come on, guy.

(Crowd shouting)

(Dramatic blues music)

- Don't matter.

I won.

- You won.

It was a hometown decision.

A hometown thing.

Got to put him away.

You didn't put him away
because you ran out of gas.

- Hey, man, I won.

(Sighs)

- What do you have to drink for?

You're killing yourself.

- Hey, Lou, shut the fuck up, man.

Don't get mad, huh?

Don't get mad.

You won.

But if you were in better shape,

you would have knocked that
piece of shit right out.

- Hey, Lou, stop the goddamn car, man.

- We're in the middle of the bridge.

- Stop the goddamn car!

- Okay, where you going, fucker?

Where the fuck are you going?

Get back here!

Hey, Johnny, get back in the car.

Come on.

(Horns honking)

- Jesus fucking Christ, man.

(Horn blaring)

Get the fuck out of here!

(Horn honks)

(Horn blaring)

(Glass shatters)

(Dramatic rock music)

(Horn blaring)

(Horn honking)

- [Man] Jimmy you know
that macho is must too fast

for that tomato.

- [Jimmy] Ah, your runner,
he couldn't take a punch.

- [Man] Couldn't punch, couldn't hit him.

- Wipe that ketchup off your face.

(Pager beeping)

I'll be right back.

- [Man] Bullshit.

That's all it is.

A bunch of...

- Jimmy.

How come I always see you together?

What's the matter with you guys?

I'm starting to get suspicious
of this relationship.

- Yeah, uh-huh.

You're suspicious of it?

Wesley, you don't know shit from shinola.

- Don't you worry.

What he's going to do, bling-bang.

You know how he is.

Believe me.

Take my word for it.

You know where your money goes.

- [Woman] Would Dr. Marshall

please pick up the courtesy
phone at reception?

(Phone ringing)

- Hey.

- What's up?

- So I'm down at the hotel.

There's a fucking
convention going on here.

The place is crawling with doctors.

You should check it out.

Listen, I got to be careful, huh?

- Then be careful.

- [Man] That was a dynamite
man, no doubt about it.

(Elevator dings)

(Playful guitar music)

- Housekeeping.

Hello?

(Birds squawking)

(Woman laughing)

Shit!

(Doorknob rattling)

(Laughing)

- [Woman] Oh!

I'm hot and I want to take a bath.

- [Man] No, no, no.

I want you right now.

- [Woman] Oh, please.

Let me take a bath.

- [Man] No, no.

(Laughing)

Oh, baby, no!

- [Woman] Oh, please, let me take a bath.

- [Man] No, no.

I want you just the way you are, baby.

- [Woman] Come on.

Oh!

Oh, you're so sexy.

Oh, oh.

Oh!

- [Man] Oh, baby, I just
want to give it all to you.

- [Woman] Oh, I want to take it all.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

- Hello, John.

Would you like an apple?

It's McIntosh.

I prefer granny smiths myself,
but they didn't have any.

- Hey, what's a granny smiths?

- That's a green apple, John.

- [Man] Oh, give me that beaver, baby.

Oh, winky dinky, baby.

Yeah, winky's my favorite baby.

- [Woman] More, more, more.

- [Man] Oh, yeah!

You like that?

Yeah?

- [Woman] Oh, I like that.

- [Man] Like that?

That's called the turtle, baby.

(Laughing)

- [Woman] Oh, god.

Stick it.

- Where's your partner?

- Wesley?

Hey, I don't know.

- [Woman] Hot throbbing cock!

- [Man] Yeah!

- [Woman] Oh!

- [Man] Yeah, I will!

- [Woman] Oh!

(Both groaning)

- [Man] Oh, bunny!

Oh!

(Sighs)

- Oh, sorry.

I'm fixing the bed.

- It's okay.

I just want to take a nap.

Here.

That's for you.

- Thank you.

(Siren wailing)

- I got to run, John.

Hey, John.

Got to know your apples, John.

(Birds squawking)

- [Wesley] Did he ask
you anything about me?

- [Johnny] He said something about apples.

- [Wesley] What do you mean?

Apples?

- [Johnny] Man, I don't know.

- Guy gives me the creeps.

You know, I know that
he knew I was in there.

I mean, a prick.

You know, he's got a hard-on for me.

He wants his pound of flesh.

What are you doing?

Don't look back.

Giving it energy.

Hey, John, you know,

this whole place used to be covered

by big fucking dinosaurs
that were all over the place.

They all disappeared, thousands of them.

You know where they went?

As time went by, they started to shrink.

They got smaller.

Smaller, and they started to grow wings.

And they flew away,

and now nobody knows where they are.

That's a true story.

(Bird squawking)

(Dramatic music)

(Exhales deeply)

(Humming)

- Sit down.

Sit down.

- There you are, sir.

Just right.

We're all done.

Yeah, I'll get your jacket.

Louie?

(Laughs)

- [Woman] Well, I guess
he isn't gonna show.

(Phone beeping)

(Pager beeping)

- Let's see what you've got here.

Did you do anything in town?

Got some nice pieces here.

- Raymond took a ride

outside some bullshit
town on the main line.

- Wherever you been,

I wouldn't go back there for a while.

- Your place.

Imagine having a house, just a house,

like as far as the eye can see.

- Hey, Ruby!

- Hey, Johnny.

- Hey, Ruby, this is my friend, Wesley.

Hey, Wesley, that's my friend Ruby.

- Hey, Ruby, how are you?

I heard about you.

I like rubies.

- Listen, I got a lot of work to do.

See you later.

Hey, rube.

- Thought you two were friends.

(Pleasant guitar music)

- Yeah, sit down, man.

What do you think?

She's pretty, huh?

(Horses whinnying)

- Hey.

- I'll tell you something about women.

I know them.

I've studied them.

You can't trust any of them.

Women, not too many guys know this,

are much stronger than guys.

That's why I keep a distance.

I keep a perspective.

I use them, but I don't
get involved with them.

- Uh,

I'll tell you something, Wesley.

You know, I ain't never
talked too much to girls.

You know, I've been with them.

You know, a lot of 'em.

I mean, all kinds, man.

I've been with

old.

Been with crazy ones.

(Laughs)

Fat ones, ugly ones.

I mean, but I ain't never been
with a real nice good one.

That's hard to find.

- I mean, I didn't even know

what the fuck you're
supposed to say to one.

That Ruby, she's a good one.

She's so pretty.

- Get outta here.

Go on.

- Man, I'd just like to be
able to look at her and just,

just, I could just look at her

and just hold her.

I'd like her to just touch me.

Just, you know, just touch me

and have her like me, you know?

- You know what Aristotle said?

He said that in the
beginning of the world,

everybody, man, women,

one creature,

and that they were so powerful that way

that the gods had to tear them apart.

That ever since then,

men-women, men-men, women-women,

whatever it happens to be,

roamed the earth in search
of their other half.

Huh?

That's a good one.

It's true.

I'll see you later.

(Horses whinnying)

- [Ruby] Hey, hey, hey!

(Shushes)

You stop that.

(Muttering)

- Yeah, man!

I'm in.

I'm in again.

(Laughs)

Oh!

Oh, shit.

He's on a roll.

All right.

Very good, man.

(Doorbell ringing)

- Hello?

Yoo-hoo?

Anybody home?

Howdy, sports fans.

- [Ray] Hey, man.

- Chateau norm de pots.

- Whoo-hoo!

- You remember Phyllis?

- I can't believe I'm here.

- Phyllis, I remember.

- [Wesley] From Philadelphia.

- How you doing?

- And Melanie.

- Turn around and show our baby off.

- And John, Johnny, meet the girls.

The girls, Johnny.

- Hi, Johnny cowboy.

- Ooh!

John, do not play ray
tiddlywinks, 'cause he cheats.

- Hey, man, I don't cheat.

When did I ever cheat?

- You know, ray, you got terrible hygiene.

- I got terrible hygiene?

- Motherfucker, you got
terrible hygiene, ray.

I hate to remind you, but-

most people change their underwear.

They brush their teeth
at least once a day.

- [Ray] Oh, yeah?

- Wipe their ass, take a shower, bath,

whichever you prefer.

Hey, girls,

you want something to drink?

- I want to play some music!

- Come here, come here.

I know what you want.

Come here.

- You know what I want?

Oh, this baby.

Come here.

- [Ray] Come here.

I'll get you want you want.

I know what you want.

(All chattering)

- Whoa!

I brought these girls over here, hmm?

Liven up the place.

- A few more rocks.

- Ah!

Oh, that feels so good.

(All chattering)

(Dramatic rock music)

J I don't want to spend the future j

j looking at the past j

- my lady.

J time goes too fast j

(Pleasant guitar music)

(Crowd cheering)

- Shit.

- Get up!

Get up, you bum!

- Don't get up!

Stay down, John!

Stay down.

Don't get up.

- Get up!

Get up!

- [Ref] Seven.

Eight.

- Nine.
- Stay down.

- [Ref] 10.

- How do you feel?

- I think you ought to go see a doctor.

I don't like what I saw tonight.

- I got a good doctor.

He's an acquaintance.

Best in town.

He owes me a favor.

- Hey, man, I ain't
gonna go see no doctor.

- Listen, let me tell you this,

every night is not your night.

Some nights you just don't have it.

Everything you do is wrong.

I remember a time I
fought a guy, Jim donahue.

Train hard.

Live right.

No sex.

Hitting the road.

I still end up losing the fight.

So that's how it happens sometimes.

(Light guitar music)

(Smacking lips)

- [Ruby] Come on.

(Horse whinnies)

Come on.

- [Johnny] May I walk
with you a little bit?

- What did you do to yourself?

- Oh, I didn't do too good.

- Jesus, I can't even look at you.

(Sighs)

You got to take care of yourself, Johnny.

Come here.

Let me look at you.

- No.

- I like your face.

- Come on.

(Clicks tongue)

- Look left.

Please.

Look right now.

And your chin up, please.

Look left.

Look to the right now, please.

Right.

You see a little blurry, no?

(Siren wailing)

- You can get dressed now.

- Is it all right?

Wesley, you know there is nothing

I would not do for you, man.

Huh?

I've known you for a long time.

I don't know what's going on.

I don't know want to know
what's going on, Wesley.

If this guy was a younger fighter,

which he is not...

The beginning of his career,

I would tell him to go
find another type of work.

I see this all the time.

He should have stopped fighting years ago.

If he's your friend,

take him over to the hospital
to see a neurologist.

Run some tests.

Because in my professional opinion,

he has a fracture of the temporal bone.

Okay?

Now, the temporal bone

is either going to unite

or it's going to explode.

Okay?

Could be one punch, two punches.

But the next time somebody
hits this guy in the head,

he could drop dead.

- Well, doc says you should be fine.

- Good luck, Johnny.

- [Johnny] Thanks, man.

- That doctor say anything?

(Sighs)

- You hungry?

- Hey, wait a minute.

That doctor say anything
was wrong with me?

- He says you shouldn't get
hit in the head so much.

I got an idea.

I got something for us,
something I want to show you.

(Dramatic guitar music)

I want you to concentrate.

I want to show you something.

Right down here.

You see that guy there?

- [Johnny] Which one?

- [Wesley] The little one
with the attache case.

- [Johnny] Yeah.

- He's got stones in that bag

worth maybe a million dollars.

He deals diamonds.

We grab those,

we make ourselves a pretty good score,

but we got to hit him at the
end of the week on Friday

when he's got all the volume.

- So what's the problem?

- You see the two guys on each side?

Those are the bodyguards.

That's the problem.

If they get incommodatious,
won't hand it over,

we might have to get physical.

Left hook action,
straighten 'em right out.

That's why I need you.

You won't even have to
whack them that hard,

just a little bit.

- They're Jewish, you know.

I mean, you know how they are.

They don't like to get hit.

You know, they just
like to count the money.

- Be quiet.

Don't be anti-semitic.

Please, okay?

You understand?

- I'll tell you something, though.

They may look funny, but a lot
of those sheenies have guns.

- We just have to wait for the right time.

I grab it.

I run.

How fast can you run?

- Hey, listen, man, I can't run too fast.

- I didn't think so.

Well, don't worry about that.

You just trust me, okay?

I'm asking you for a favor.

Doesn't take much.

Just, bang.

That's all.

- What's Jewish?

- Are you kidding?

- [Ray] You don't know
what Jewish is, man?

- Well, what's Jewish?

- Jewish.

That's Jewish.

This whole neighborhood is Jewish.

Look, I'll explain it to you later.

That's not the point.

I don't care.

You just hit the guy.

I grab it.

I run.

- You want me to hit the Jewish?

- Yes.

- Hey, man, I'll do
anything for you, Wesley.

- You make me crazy
sometimes, you know that?

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

(Ominous music)

- [Woman] Hi, hon.

- [Woman] Hi.

You want a little action?

- You think I'm any different from you

or anybody?

I want the better things in life.

I want a Rolls-Royce convertible.

50 silk suits, 100 pairs
of custom made shoes,

and handmade Chinese silk shirts
the colors of the rainbow.

And see, John, I'm
originally from Savannah.

That's Georgia.

That's where I was,

dropped off, so they tell me.

I don't really know,

because when you're a kid,
they tell you so much shit

you don't know what's real or not.

They said I was blue when they found me,

and I was real small,

and I was found in a mailbox

some time after midnight
during the winter.

(Pager beeping)

Who's calling you?

- I don't know, man.

Must be a wrong number, huh?

- Must be.

But I've tried to better
myself over the years.

Oh, there have been obstacles
and minor disappointments,

but I very sincerely feel
that my time is near.

I don't even want to get even.

That's bullshit.

I say, forget the past,
live in this moment.

And I know something's
out there calling my name.

"Wesley.

"Wesley, Wesley."

It's all timing.

It's the process of elimination.

It's self-preservation.

It all boils down to one thing.

Take care of yourself.

Because if you don't, you're
just gonna die and be nobody.

And,

what's my point?

All I need is one big score.

(Funky bass music)

- Thank you.

- Hey, red.

- [Sheila] Hey, creep.

- How about a coke?

- [Sheila] Sure.

- Hey.

Sheila's watching the place for me.

You feel like taking a ride?

Come on.

(Pleasant acoustic guitar)

- Nice picture.

- That's me and my dad.

That's taken outside a place

we used to go to breakfast.

- That's nice.

Yeah, I really miss him.

- Where is he?

- He died when I was really young.

My grandpa raised me.

- How'd he die?

- Oh, he was out riding
on his horse one day,

trying to cross the train tracks

that ran through our property.

The train was coming, the horse spooked,

he was thrown, and the train ran him over.

Some batty old neighbor lady

said he just sat there on the tracks,

let the train hit him.

He didn't even try to get up.

- Well, maybe he didn't want to get up.

(Train whistle blows in distance)

Hey, man, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

- You didn't hurt my feelings.

- Oh, goddamn.

Hey, I ain't seen one of
these for a long time.

Man.

I remember when I was a boy,

I used to always ask my
old granny for a nickel

so I could ride on one of these.

Every time we used to go to the big store,

can I sit on it?

- [Ruby] Yeah, sure.

- Every time we used
to go to the big store,

I used to ask her for some nickels,

and she'd give me a whole bunch of nickels

to ride on the horses

and get me candy.

I really liked that.

I spent a lot of time with my old granny.

'Cause my mother, she was, um,

she was fuckin' nuts.

And my old man, he just

drank himself to death.

And then my old granny died.

They sent me to this place
with all these boys like me.

I didn't like them, man.

I didn't like none of 'em.

I always used to try to run back home.

I just didn't know how to get there.

(Light guitar music)

(Birds squawking)

Hey, ru by?

What's wrong?

- I could lose everything.

I've been working hard for a long time.

I promised my pop I'd
take care of this place.

I don't want to let him down.

- I understand.

- I love the horses.

They make me happy, Johnny.

I don't want to lose it.

- Hey.

I want to help you.

You want me to help you?

(Laughs)

Hey, I can help you.

- You will?

- Yeah, I will.

I want to help you.

- Will you just hold me?

(Birds squawking)

- So I think she likes you.

Don't ask me why.

I think you're a creep.

I'm just kidding.

You're just a little weird, that's all.

That's all right.

Everybody's weird.

Who wants to be normal, anyway?

- Hey, Lou.

What are you doing here?

- Never mind what I'm doing here.

I've been looking for you every place.

Where you been?

(Sighs)

All right, listen.

I got you a 10-rounder.

It's a last-minute thing.

Franzetti, the kid from
Philly that robbed you,

he pulled out of the fight with cotton.

It's a very good purse.

I mean, the money is there.

If you want me to, Johnny, I can,

I can line it up for you.

- Cotton?

- With cotton.

- Money good?

- Oh, money is very good.

- I'll take it.

- All right, good.

Cotton is our number one contender.

This is a tune-up fight
before the title fight.

That's why they picked franzetti.

His guys feel they want
to give him some work.

To him, you're just,

You know what I mean.

Johnny, uh,

listen, I got to be honest with you.

I got to be fair.

I think you need somebody
who's sharper than me.

(Sighs)

Um, I've asked bill to help
us out and give us a hand.

I think probably show
bill around the ring?

- Hey, bill, how you doing, man?

- Hey, John.

How you doing?

- All right.

- That's my man.

- Well, hey, let's go to work.

- Me and you, we're gonna do it.

Body, body, hand.

Come on, baby.

(Chuckfing)

Go down.

Look out.

Keep your left hand up,

you can hit with the right hand too.

All right, come on.

Jab.

Come on.

That's it.

Three punches.

Quick.

(Grunting)

Come on.

(Exhales deeply)

Fuck!

- Come on.

(Exhales deeply)

Don't quit now.

Come on.

- Bill, what are you
working him so hard for?

He doesn't know the difference

between a left hook and road work.

(Chuckles)

- Hey, rube.

- [Ruby] Howdy.

- Hey, I'll get this.

(Horns honking)

(Dramatic blues music)

(Power tool whirring)

(Groaning)

- Come on.

There you go.

That's my man.

See what I mean?

Use your head.

Jab.

Jab.

Step over here.

Step.

Thataway.

(Exhales deeply)

- Fuck!

- Come on.

No, real low.

Real low.

Come on, push him off, punch him off.

Don't push him off.

Punch him.

Get off, get off!

Don't wait, don't wait for him to stop.

Bring 'em up.

Come on, baby.

Drop down.

Bring that shot up.

Not too hard.

Don't work too hard, baby.

This is a sparring session.

- Three people left?

Boy, three other girls?

But you're the number one girl, right?

I bet.

- Whatever.

Hey, John.

- Hey, Wesley, how you doing?

- Bumblebee.

You know, we got a problem.

Friday is this Jew holiday, and I forgot,

they're having a short week.

We got to do this

thing of ours on Thursday

before they close up.

- Yo, Wesley, man, I can't.

I'm fighting on Thursday.

- What are you talking about?

It's all planned.

Don't do this to me.

I need you.

I mean, be there, John.

Be there for me.

I need you.

- [Johnny] Man, I can't.

- You can't?

Let me tell you what you
can't do, Johnny Walker.

You can't fight no more.

That's what the doctor told me.

He said there's something wrong
with you inside your head.

He said the next time
you get hit in the head,

you could die.

That's what the doctor said.

Hey, John, we're in
this together, you know.

I don't want to see nothing happen to you.

I care about you.

I'm counting on you.

- Hey, Wesley.

(Blues guitar music)

- Hey, man.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

Son, what's wrong?

(Sniffles)

- Hey, bill, thanks, man.

You know, I sure wish I would've run

into you a long time ago.

Maybe things could have worked out.

You could have made me good, man.

Hey, bill,

Hey, bill, man, you think
I could have been good?

(Somber blues guitar)

(Airplane whirring)

(Ominous music)

- Okay, fellas, you
received your instructions

in the dressing room.

Johnny, you have any
questions at this time?

- No.

- [Man] How about you, Sonny?

- No.

- Okay, shake hands now.

Come out fighting at the bell.

Take your corner.

All right, seconds out.

- [Woman] Come on, give me some action!

(Bell dings)

(Crowd cheering)

(Grunting)

- Where you been?

- Waiting for Johnny.

He didn't show up.

- He didn't?

Fuck!

We're gonna be late.

- Look, look, maybe we
should call off on it, huh?

- It's all set up.

I'm not calling it off.

Did you get the other car?

- We'll do it without him.

- Okay, man.

Whatever you say.

- Get ready.

(Dramatic guitar music)

(Crowd cheering)

(Punches landing)

- All right, let's break.

(Bell dings)

Time!

- [Man] Detecting a sneer across his face,

as if he was saying, you
have to be kidding me.

I'm sure Walker doesn't
think he's been kidding.

Johnny didn't look like a
movie star before the fight,

and right now he looks like

he's been through a paper shredder.

- [Waitress] Here you go.

- You can knock this guy out.

He ain't got no heart.

He got dog in it.

So don't you quit now.

You hear me?

Huh?

All right, let's do it.

Suck it up.

All right, Johnny?

(Whistle blows)

Let's go.

(Crowd cheering)

(Bell dings)

(Punches landing)

- Come on!

- There was a jab that was just short.

Cotton countered with a right.

(Crowd cheering)

(Ominous music)

No wasted motion.

Johnny Walker's often the
kind of fighter purists hate.

If you'll excuse the expression,

but Johnny Walker is very red right now.

- Would you like anything else?

- You got a washroom?

- Yeah, it's in the back.

- Walker who's from no man's,
Arkansas, and unranked,

is fighting against

the number one super heavyweight
contender of the world,

and just seems out of his class right now.

- Break!

Break!

(Dramatic music)

(Entry bell dings)

- Give me two minutes,
then pull up out front.

- Hey, Wesley, you sure
you want to do this?

- Two minutes.

- Sidesteps him, hits
him right in the face,

then knocks Walker backwards.

- Oh, man!

- He's smiling almost.

He's almost smiling out at the crowd

as if to say, you can't hurt me.

- [Ref] Break!

Break!

Let him out!

- Nobody move.

See that?

It's real.

Okay, get on the floor!

Don't fool with me!

(Engine revs)

(Brakes screeching)

(Bell dings)

- Bring 'em out.

Is that the round?

I heard the bell.

- Take that stuff, put it in the case.

Just put in the, I'm not fooling with you.

You understand?

Just put it in the bag, all right?

What do you think I'm doing here?

Come on, put it in the bag.

Come on!

Hurry up!

Come on.

Please, please.

You fuck with me, I'll kill you.

Nobody calls the police.

I'm coming back.

(Alarm ringing)

- Help!

Help!

Police!

Help, help!

Police!

(Indistinct shouting)

(Lively rock music)

(Grunting)

- [Man] Hey!

- Whoa!

Whoa!

(Crowd cheering)

- Come on!

Come on!

- Over there.

Stay there.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

How you feel?

You okay?

- Yeah!

- Stop!

Come on.

Doc, take a look.

Now, stay out there.

- Let me see.

Let me see.

- I don't know what happened.

- [Ref] Let him take a look at it.

Let him take a look.

- Hold on.

Okay.

Here we go.

Time!

Okay, that's it.

Break it up.

Come on.

Cut it out.

Let's go.

Back to your corners.

Take your corner.

- What's wrong with you?

Are you trying to blow this thing, man?

- What's that fighting after the bell?

All right, slick, you
better cool this guy off.

- All right, okay.

Look at me.

What are you trying to do?

Blow the thing?

- Step in.

Step in with your jab
and bust his damn nose.

You know what I'm talking about?

- Just don't worry about water.

No water in the desert, baby.

Come on.

Give him a little water, Zeke.

A little water, Zeke.

- He's crazy.

He won't go down.

I hit and hit, and he don't go down.

- Keep working him.

A knockout will come, huh?

Keep doing what you're doing.

- Suck it up.

Suck it up.

Come on.

(Whistle blows)

(Crowd cheering)

(Bell dings)

(Grunting)

- Okay, in the corner.

Stay in the corner.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Back in that corner.

Stay there.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Let's go.

(Thunder booms)

(Water pattering)

(Thunder booms)

(Crowd cheering)

(Dramatic music)

Back up, guys.

Let go of the rope.

- Yeah!

Yeah!

- Come on, Johnny.

Come on.

- Break!

All right, let him up.

All right, over there.

Stay over there.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

All right, come on.

Turn around.

Let's go.

All right, hold it.

That's a slip.

No knockdown.

- Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Hang with it.

All right.

Head back.

(Crowd cheering)

(Grunting)

(Thud echoes)

(Guitar squeals)

(Gun firing)

(Guitar squeals)

(Guitar squeals)

(Gun firing)

- Stand up.

Get up.

Come on, John.

Come on, baby.

Get up.

- Three.

Four.

Five.

Seven.

Eight.

- [Johnny] I'd like her to
just touch me, you know?

Just touch me and have
her like me, you know?

(Siren wailing)

(Helicopter whirring)

(Thunder booms)

(Sirens wailing)

(Lights clicking)

(Pleasant guitar music)