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Miguel, Miguel.

- Are you working with him, too? -Yeah.

Billy Hope the more physical brawler.

It's not like a real, like a professional fight.

D-I-S-M-A-N-T-L-E.

MAN: ls there a doctor here?

and he's killing Billy with just his left hand.

it's a close fight on the table

ANNOUNCER. The Children's Club of New York would like to welcome

The three of us, that's it. That's all that matters.

Can we go see her?

LAMPLEY: From an orphanage in Hell's Kitchen

so I want to know what kind of shape you're in.

- How's it look, Doc? -I can see.

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

- You got a hit? -You his wife?

Back up. Back up. Give the man some room.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Um, fuck... some scumbag killed my wife.

Mo didn't want you to sign it then.

MIGUEL: Speaking of old shit.

You got to turn your body when you block.

Good, looking good. Good, good.

[JORDAN LAUGHING]

You can give it to me.

than be up, be up here, but, um...

- I don't want to talk about this. -What do you mean?

[CROWD CHEERING]

Seriously, this is my spot.

HeY he ' y' HeY, What' -Billy? S “p?

I don't want to do this. I can't do this.

The guy that I'm fighting,

Oh, this shit got the bezel on it--

Thought you said you didn't drink.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

All right, so the court is requiring drug screening twice a week?

Get the fuck out of my house!

Let's go, chief! Come on, move!

- Yeah. Yeah. -Okay, okay.

Let's do it real slow.

I don't know. I don't have a phone.

...doesn't even want to see me right now.

Can I talk to you?

they're all just gonna scatter like roaches.

Pow, pow, yeah. Pow, pow, yeah.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Hey, listen, Billy...

- Thank you. -Thank you, Mr. Hope.

because we're about to see Leila,

ANNOUNCER: ...the king of kings!

MAN 1: There you go.

Well, why you tryin' to be Puerto Rican, though?

LAMPLEY: Halfway through the 12-round fight in Las Vegas,

Mommy leaves it on.

now they're even, Hope bleeding from above the left eye.

- Like, with my glove? -Like, don't touch him with your gloves.

- I'm sorry, who are you? -[CROWD LAUGHING]

You say it, I'll do it.

Pivot out, pivot out.

that was one hell of a fight, you know?

Hey, you know what? Um...

To do what? Sit on a beach and watch the sun go down?

I'm ready. I'm ready.

We need a doctor! We need a doctor!

Yeah, she can't save you now.

Wait, no. Look me in the eye.

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

- What's the problem, Billy? -Hey, yo, yo, I'm sorry.

to what has been a horrible night for Billy Hope,

with my daughter, so I... Can I just...

Hey, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.

here comes Billy.

there is Hope. He always has a chance.

Step back. Step back.

Shut the fuck up. You go back to the fuckin' shelter.

I'm ready. Yeah, I'm ready.

- And a hard right cross! JONES JR; Yeah, Hope hurt him!

You know what that's about, right?

LAMPLEY: That's one of the best clean shots

A horrible moment as a final postscript

Don't let this man control you. Don't let him control you.

Who's got that...

That's it. Jab.

You know, it's an exhibition.

You hear me? I want to see Billy the Great!

- I win, you win. All right? -That's too much.

Let me just give my daughter a hug!

Do you need a job or not?

Okay, I want a good, clean fight.

the abilities to perform duties of a responsible parent.

It's like the bull and the matador.

Tell her I love her.

So, what brings Billy Hope... into my gym?

Uh, one of your crew, uh, had a weapon on him.

I fuck you Fuck

Now we near the last minute

and then his dad went out after his mom left.

along with the pound-for-pound king of the '90s, Roy Jones,

That's too bad.

I don't think I can work that out.

Only now you're taking way too many hits

She's had a phone for two months.

- JONES: Dance with me, bitch. -REFEREE: Let him go.

Daddy, what happened?

[CROWD CHEERING WILDLY]

LAMPLEY: Tremendous left-hand shot by Billy Hope.

Do you think I don't know that?

The more you get hit, the harder you fight. I get it.

Protractor yourself at all times A little advice from your uncle Ed

and you fucked it off, man.

Kick his ass Kick his ass

WhY YOU say that?