Fight Machine, The (2022 Movie)

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You hear it said

that a man

can change his personality...

...the very essence

of who or what he is

by no more than 5%.

That's the sum and total change

any one of us is capable of.

At first you might think

it sounds trivial.

5%.

What's that?

A fingernail cutting.

A handprint on the window

of a skyscraper.

But when you stop and consider

the vastness

of the human psyche,

then that number begins

to acquire some real weight.

Now think of the entirety

of our known universe.

Hundreds of billions

of galaxies,

each of them with hundreds


of trillions of stars,

planets, moons,

and other celestial bodies.

All of that visible matter

only equals 5%.

So considered on those terms,

5% is colossal.

5%?

That's a whole new you.

Yeah.

Introduce me to your friend,


babe.

We've barely

introduced ourselves.

She's being coy.

Paul Harris.

Todd.

Are you, uh, with her?

That's very perceptive

of you, Todd.

-Paul.

-You can't be serious.

This lumberjack's got as much

flair as an unflushed toilet.

Shh!

He might hear you.

Yeah, I was thinking maybe

you'd like to come back --

I'm a big fan of the beard.

Do they make you wear


a beard net

-when you make mochaccinos?

-Paul.

I'm just kidding.

I'm kidding.

-You know I'm kidding, right?

-I'm sorry.

That's cool. That's cool.

I get it. I get it.

Hey, seeing as how

we're buddies now and all,

maybe I should tell you

to watch your mouth.

Or else someone might put a boot

up your a*s.

Are you threatening me, Todd?

No, no. I'm just saying words

have consequences, Paul.

Like, if I were to call you

a c*cksucker m*therf*cker,

that would have consequences,

wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it?!

I'll leave you to it.

Why did you talk

to him like that?

Hey.

My God!

Hey, Paul!

I'm gonna split your wig,

bud.

You're f*cking pathetic.

Stop.

Please don't.

Please. I give.

Stop it, please.

I'll get started

on that mochaccino for you.

Oh, my God.

Did they -- Did they do this

to you because of me?

Jesus.

Oh, my God.

Holy sh*t.

You're good?

Your tooth.

Huh?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna call my brother.

He'll get his buddies,

and they'll come help us.

Paul?

Paul!

What the f*ck?

Chickenshit!

-What's up?

-Ohh!

Top of the morning to you,

lazybones.

Lazybones? Why? 'Cause I

actually got some sleep.

What did you do? You pull

another all-nighter at Fritz's?

Oh, Robby,

you should have seen it.

It was glorious.

I was on a roll,

right up until the point

that I went all in

on a pair of ladies

and the other guy

was holding kings.

I should have learned

a long time ago

ladies are nothing but trouble.

Speaking of which,

how's old Katie-pie, yeah?

You wake up a little

extra tired this morning?

We're just friends.

Friends with benefits?

Who you sparring with?

Oh, my boy.

Always changing the subject.

Well, that big fella there.

Louie Scarpella.

Heavyweight

out of Buffalo.

Trainer wants to work him

against a flat-footed grinder.

Actually said that right to

my f*cking face. Can't believe.

You guys having a little

social hour out there or what?

Robby, get your a*s in gear.

What are you playing

hard to get, Tom?

Your gentleman caller's

waiting for you?

Yeah, yeah.

Time to make the doughnuts.

-Work out.

-All right.

Robby, Come on.

Let's go to the machine.

Hold your horses.

Don't chase, don't chase.

Work for it. Work for it.

Come on, Robby.

Find your range.

Find your range.

Come on, son!

Harder!

Breathe, breathe.

Breathe, breathe.

Pop it.

Snap that punch!

Well, well, well.

You, son of mine, are late.

Extenuating circumstances.

Yowch.

Jeez, that's a beaut.

Ow!

Lay off.

I'm not a grape.

How'd that happen?

Fell down some stairs.

Hmm.

Well, I was gonna ask you

to give some Chinese investors

a tour,

but I guess

I'll have to do it now.

Oh, hey,

How was your date last night?

That face, pretty sweet, huh?

Yeah. She'll inherit

a fortune one day.

Nice a*s too.

I think I'm gonna

take the day off.

Yeah. Good idea.

And go get your teeth fixed.

You look like you ought

to be giving hay rides

through the Appalachia.

Hey, you guys need any help?

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

f*ck!

f*ck.

What the hell happened?

Are you okay? I'm fine.

Just hit some black ice.

I thought you were

gonna get your teeth fixed.

I spent the afternoon

picking grapes.

Picking grapes?

Evening, Mr. Harris.

Oh, hey, Mike.

What's the damage?

There's some pretty

extensive damage to it.

It's probably going to take

two, maybe three weeks.

- Christ.

- Oh, in the meantime,

here's a list of

the loaner cars.

I can see why these

are the loaners.

I guess I'll take

the Lexus coupe.

Wait, wait, no.

Just give me the worst

piece of sh*t you have.

Hey, Rueben,

where's your brother?

Why does he owe you money?

Supposed to be training

with him.

I'll get him.

I'll go.

Yeah?

Good boy, Robby.

Hard for him to spar

with my foot in his a*s.

-Hey, Fritz.

-Hey.

What's up, Robby?

Um, is my uncle here?

Ha. Does the pope

sh*t in the woods?

Of course he's here, man.

Go on in.

He's been here all night.

He'll be lucky if he's got

to pennies to rub together.

Tommy.

Tommy.

Uncle Tommy, wake up.

Wake up.

Hey.

Robby.

Mm.

You shouldn't be here, kiddo.

Yeah, well, it was either

me or my dad.

Oh, in that case,

glad to see you.

Oh, look what you did.

Big one.

Oh, bad boy. Bad boy.

So when is your next fight,

Robby?

Golden Gloves qualifiers.

You need a cut man?

What makes you think he's going

to need a cut man?

Just want to be a part of it.

Oh, everybody wants to be

a part of it now. Ooh!

-See you tonight?

-No, you've bled me dry.

I need time to recoup.

Maybe on the weekend,

though, Fritzy, huh?

Aren't you at the barn

on the weekend?

Oh, it's that time

of the month.

No, thanks.

I feel like

10 pounds of sh*t

in a five-pound bag.

Yeah, Fritzy said you were

playing all night.

Yep. It's a sucker's game.

Don't ever do it, Robby,

all right?

-Remember that.

-Okay.

Who am I sparring with again?

Scarpella.

Oh, f*ck. Scarpella.

-What?

-He ain't going nowhere.

I know it. You know it.

He probably knows it too.

How am I supposed to help

someone who's beyond help?

You know what that makes me,

huh?

A punching bag

for 15 bucks a round.

Then why do you do it?

If you don't like it,

just don't step

through the ropes, Tommy.

Robby, you know there are things

in this life

you got to do whether

you like it or you don't.

Come on, Harris,

you f*cking p*nsy.

I've seen 10-year-old girls

with more muscles on their

bodies than you, man.

And when you train,

you're supposed to use

f*cking man weights,

not f*cking girly weights.

Get your a*s under that bar,

man. It's go time.

Come on.

Come on, lift it up.

Come on!

Come on.

Show me what you got!

This is the f*cking money rep.

Put it up, baby.

Show me what you got

in your f*cking body, man.

Get that

m*therf*cking weight up!

Put it up!

Show me what you got.

Come on,

have some f*cking testicles

for once in your g*dd*mn life.

Get the f*cking weight up.

Come on, man.

Bring it up.

Bring the f*cking weight up.

Oh, f*ck.

Sorry about that.

It's all right, man.

Happens to the best of us.

Only means you're

giving yourself 110%. Yeah.

And to be

perfectly honest with you,

the first time

I squatted a thousand,

I crapped my pants.

We all do it.

Hit the f*cking shower.

You're stinking.

Good job.

Hey, good work today, f*gg*t.

Thanks.

What do you think

about this stuff?

-Does this work?

-All sh*t.

Chalk dust.

Crap.

Testosterone enanthate.

Rolls-Royce of

performance enhancement.

This will make a f*cking man

out of you.

Is that stuff safe?

Safe?

Nothing's f*cking safe.

You could walk out of here

and you could get hit

by a f*cking bus.

How do you take it?

Spongier than

a loaf of bread, man.

And it jiggles around

like f*cking Christmas pudding.

Seriously, look at it.

Yeah, I guess it could use

some work.

A blind man could tell you

it needs some f*cking work.

Now hold the f*ck still,

'cause if this goes in

too deep,

you'll get a knot

like a monkey's fist,

and you're not gonna

f*cking like it.

Done.

Is that it?

Is that it?

No, that's not it.

From now on, you got to come

in here five days a week.

You got to cut off the carbs,

like bread, potatoes, and pasta.

You got to put in at least

150 grams of protein

in your body a day.

And lay off the grain whiskey.

What's grain whiskey?

Alcohol, dumbass.

Beer.

This sh*t will k*ll you.

Get you some D-Bol

on the way out.

Hello?

Hello?

Excuse me?

If you're a bill collector,

you can bugger off.

I ain't got no money.

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

-Hey!

Look, you can't get blood

from a g*dd*mn stone.

I'm tapped out.

-No, I saw your sign.

-What?

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh.

Sorry about this.

I'm Lou Cobb.

I own the place.

-Oh.

-How you doing?

-Paul Harris.

-Yeah.

Fighter?

You got a fighter's build.

You -- You haven't worked

with Ernie Riggs

-over at Knockout, have you?

-No.

Good, 'cause Ernie Riggs

is a piece of sh*t.

So...

How old are you?

26.

Ah, 26.

Look, I ain't

gonna lie to you here.

You're kind of over the hill

when it comes to Golden Gloves

and sh*t like that.

Kind of too old

for a rookie, you know?

Yeah. Take a stance.

Take a stance.

Come on, take a --

take a stance.

-Take a stance?

-Yeah.

Throw a right cross.

Come on.

Another one.

That's all right.

Here, left.

Again.

Well, your balance

is all right.

It's okay.

Sure you haven't

fought before?

I mean, you got a fighter's

face, fighter's smile.

I fell down some stairs.

Yeah? Yeah.

Those were

some kick-a*s stairs, huh?

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

This is it.

Ta-da.

So, what do you say?

Want to learn how to give

those stairs a kick in the head?

What you working on, kiddo?

-A haiku.

-Bless you.

-It's a Japanese poem.

-Oh.

Why don't you write an ode

to your handsome uncle?

"Tommy dearest, tell me true.

Why do all the prettiest girls

L-O-V-E you?"

You quit screwing around,

Tommy.

I'm helping Robby

with his poetry.

You wouldn't know Shakespeare

if he crawled out of the grave

and bit you on your big,

fat f*cking a*s.

We're gonna be back

at the usual time.

Unless your uncle's face

is so busted up

that it turns

a person off his meal,

meet us at Macy's, yeah?

-Let's go.

-Good luck.

You don't need luck

when you got the skills

to pay the bills, boy.

Mm!

"There once was a boxer

from Nantucket

who lost his piece

in the spit bucket."

Let's go!

I wish we weren't still

doing this sh*t.

Eh.

This is the last time.

Yeah?

This is the last one?

One of the last.

You imagine

that this was gonna be

the way you were gonna

cap your career?

Remember that night that you

fought at the f*cking Garden?

Madison Square Garden.

You.

Yep.

That was a lifetime ago.

Yeah.

Knock him out quick tonight,

okay?

Hey, Manning.

Hey, lads.

-Hey, Fritzy.

-Hey, Rueben.

-How you been, brother?

-Yeah, good, good.

Looking sharp. So, what do

you think? Second round?

Yeah.

Second round.

In and out

like a fiddler's elbow.

Oh, sounds good to me.

You know, every time

I'm in this f*cking place,

I feel I should be wearing

one of those rubber aprons

like they do

at the slaughterhouse.

-Jesus.

-Rueben, stop being so precious.

Rueben,

stop being...

My brother,

he's so precious!

Look at that big fella

shake a paw.

Fight goes until

one man can't answer the bell.

Man goes down,

both fighters take a rest.

I won't accept

no outright foul.

But remember,

out there operates under laws.

This place here, consider it

international waters!

Yeah! Yeah!

Knuckle up!

Knuckle up!

Katie, you live

three houses down.

Why are you dressed

for a polar expedition?

It's freezing.

Ohh!

Hey, do you have anything

good to eat?

-Well, I've got meat sauce.

Ah, yeah, okay, sure.

Do you want noodles or toast?

Toast?

You're kidding, right?

No.

Tommy loves it on toast.

Oh, eww!

Speaking of Tommy,

where is he and your pops?

Come on,

circle, circle, circle!

Let's go!

Go to the body, Tommy!

Go to the body.

Ah!

My...eye.

Ah, get the f*ck up, Tommy!

What the f*ck are you doing?

Put him down.

Tommy! Tommy!

Hey!

Check his hands! His hands

have something on them!

His hands!

Check his hands!

Sit down.

Sit down.

What the f*ck are you doing?

The guy's wide open.

He's got f*cking mods all over

his f*cking hands.

It stings like

a son of a b*tch.

Plus, he ain't

all there upstairs.

Who the f*ck cares?

Here you go.

No, no, no, no, no.

He's slow.

His f*cking breath,

it smells like a baby.

It smells like a baby.

Listen to me, he may be slow,

but he's more than f*cking happy

to be punching you

in the f*cking face.

Hit him back.

How about that?

Sit still.

Gonna sting.

You f*cking deserve it.

There we go.

You fight this round, or are you

gonna keep flirting with him?

-I'm going in.

-Knock him out. Let's go.

Come on, Tommy!

Box a little,

you f*cking elephant!

Good shot.

Nice shot, Tommy.

Good body shots, Tommy.

Good shot, Tommy.

Get up, you idiot!

Get up!

Get up!

Just stay down.

There ain't no shame in it.

You're one tough hombre.

Get up, you idiot!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

-Get up!

-Get up!

Get up!

Done, done.

Done, done, done.

Tommy. Tommy.

We can get it over.

Shame on you!

Your kid's feeble-minded,

and you know it!

I catch you running him

around here again,

you and me,

we're gonna have business.

Tommy! We got to get

the f*ck out of here. Let's go.

A frozen ball of turd?

Yeah, there's this plane flying

from Montreal to Los Angeles.

And, like, a frozen ball of,

like, sh*t and piss

and stuff fell out,

and it smashed right through

this guy's roof in Rochester,

and it k*lled him instantly.

And what was crazy

is that he was on the toilet,

like, when it happened.

I really don't think that's

going to make for a good haiku.

Well...

Why don't you just write

about something that you know?

Like boxing.

Oh, God.

No, thanks.

Anything but boxing.

How about that?

What, Mr. Cryptic?

The curtains?

No, not the curtains.

The -- The view.

Because I've gotten older,

so my perspective's changed,

but...

Like, there -- The tree

and the fence and the sky.

Everything's stayed

the exact same.

Grab a pen, son.

Strike while the iron's hot.

Okay.

"The view out of my --"

Wait.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

Okay.

Um...

"The view out of my..."

That's your first line.

"...kitchen window..."

Three more syllables.

Three more.

"...remains the same."

No.

Uh...

"...stays the same..."

Nice.

One more line,

five more beats.

"...since I was a boy."

Simple.

But I like it.

Key lime.

Key lime.

Okay, yeah.

See you soon. Thanks.

Do you want to -- you want to

come for a slice of pie

with me and my dad

and my uncle?

-No.

-Oh.

I got to go.

My work here is done.

-Thank--

-See ya.

See ya.

Oh, there he is.

What took so long?

Oh, did Katie-pie

come over tonight?

Yeah. So?

She's a little cutie.

just like her mother.

She's practically my sister.

You two grew up together.

That don't make her your sister.

-You win?

-Hey, don't change the subject.

I need the details, please.

No, he, uh, did not win.

Because you

threw in the towel.

You should have seen the scared

look on his pretty little face.

Hey, that was no man

I was fighting.

It was

a pain-crazing mongoloid

who fed off of punishment.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

I used to work

at this private whiskey bar

called the Ancient Order

of the Hibernian.

I was doing door one night.

This guy rolls up.

He doesn't have a card,

so I tell him to bugger off.

He says, "Yo, bro, I'm Irish.

Let me in, please."

Say, "Sorry, pal.

No card, no dice."

He doesn't like that

none too much.

He comes at me.

We tussle a little bit.

I push him.

He goes down the stairs.

Jesus Christ,

I think he's dead.

But he gets right back up,

comes up those stairs.

Says, "Yo, bro, I'm Irish.

Please let me in."

We tussle again.

He goes down the stairs.

Sure as sh*t,

he gets right back up

and comes up those stairs.

And I say, "Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Buddy.

You must be Irish.

Right this way."

Oh, come on, come on.

No, go down.

Get down on your haunches.

Get down.

You get a little spring in you.

You're walking around

like Frankenstein's monster.

And look, tuck that chin in.

You're hanging it out

like a g*dd*mn piñata.

Keep your elbows in.

Come on.

All right,

now spin out of there.

Thataboy.

Come on.

What's your name?

Did I get knocked out?

What's your name?

Pippi Longstocking.

I'm just sh1tting you.

Paul. Paul Harris.

-How long was I out?

-You were out for a while.

Set you up

with an uppercut

and a straight right,

right on the snooze button.

All right,

let's get back at it.

All right.

What was it you did

before you showed up here?

I worked

at my parents' winery.

Their dream, not mine.

So, what?

Why boxing?

Because I want to

be stronger.

Stronger how?

Well, I was watching this

documentary on World w*r I

a few weeks ago.

These vets were talking about

mercy kills.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

And how if a man in your unit,

if he was a liability,

they'd put a b*llet

in his brain,

made it look like an accident.

Because back then

it didn't matter

how much money or influence

your parents had.

Just came down

to the fact that,

"Do I trust this man

with my life?"

All right?

And as I watched it...

...I couldn't help but wonder,

if I was around back then,

would I be the one

facedown in the bunker

with a fellow soldier's

b*llet in my skull?

Oh.

Or would you be the guy

standing there

with a weapon in your hand,

huh?

Huh?

All right, here.

Double up here, and then

I'm gonna swing at you.

Yah!

Hey.

Good night, Lou.

Thank you.

Hey, come on in.

I want to talk to you.

Sit down.

Have a seat.

How you feeling?

Can you breathe?

Kind of stuffy.

-Yeah.

-Little bit.

You know, years ago,

fighters would go from town

to town, just like gunslingers,

you know, plying their trade.

They would

toe a line in the sand

and defy anyone

to come across that line.

In one 10-to-12-hour a day,

they'd fight maybe 15, 16 men.

And when they were done, they'd

take a little bit of money,

stick it in their pocket,

grab a bus or hop a train

out of town.

Now, sure, they did it for cash.

People like

Thunderbird Layne.

But that's not

why they did it.

They did it because they were

born to fight,

the same way some men are born

to be scientists

or architects or doctors.

You know?

But soon,

society moved in,

putting up ropes and rings,

putting gloves on

and making money off it.

And the bare knucklers

like Thunderbird Layne there,

they kind of like

went the way of the dodo.

Almost.

These places still exist?

Uh-huh.

Do me a favor, Lou,

don't yank my chain.

I'm not doing that.

I could take you,

test what kind of gas

you got in your tank,

whether you can make it

through this whole phase.

And if you do,

I want a deal that

we'll put on a pair of gloves,

go inside the ropes,

get your name up in the marquee

and in the lights

and make some real money.

-We got a deal?

-Yeah. Yeah.

Now, you're a bleeder.

I want you to go see

this guy named Sandercott.

Lou sent me.

Nose or brow?

Yeah, your brows look okay.

Process of elimination --

nose.

Head into the shitter.

So, what are you planning on?

Well, didn't Lou tell you?

Typical.

Electric cauterizing wand.

Fuses veins.

I'm gonna cauterize the

soft tissue in your nostrils.

Once it scars up, you're never

gonna bleed again.

Can't this be done

in a hospital?

Ohh,

it's nonessential surgery.

Government's not

gonna pay for that.

Plus there's

all those questions.

See, with me,

you get "don't ask, don't tell,"

and I only charge 50 bucks.

Up front.

So...

Uh, I don't have

any change

Oh, that's okay.

That's okay.

I know, baby!

I know.

Popsy will be there in a minute.

Worse than kids, huh?

Let's give you

a little cleanup.

All right. Here comes.

Oh.

There you go.

There you go.

Um...

You're gonna want to

bite down hard on this.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

This is gonna sting

like a m*therf*cker.

All right, here you go.

That's it.

All right.

Breathe.

Yep.

And here comes the train.

Years ago,

fighters used to go from town

to town like gunslingers,

you know, plying their trade.

They would roll into town.

They would

toe a line in the sand

and defy anyone

to come across that line.

Aah!

Aaaaah!

Oh, come on, babies.

Get out of there.

That's not for you. Come on.

Come on, come on.

Hey, we're all done.

Huh?

I'd get you a lollipop,

but I'm all out.

You want a Vicodin?

I don't think

those are Vicodin.

Sure they are.

The guy down the road

makes them.

I'll take two.

What the hell

is wrong with you?!

Okay.

Not to worry.

Everything's -- Everything's

absolutely fine.

Why don't we -- Why don't we

all just go into the kitchen...

and try our new Riesling?

You're gonna love it. It's a

great year for the Riesling.

Apparently.

Well, that was the quickest

end to a party I've ever seen.

You're lucky he's a business

acquaintance of mine.

You might be looking

at a serious lawsuit.

So tell me,

have you figured out how

all this is benefiting you yet?

Dad, did ever occur to you

for one fleeting moment

that I didn't want the life

you staked out for me?

Staked out for you?

I only want you to be happy.

But you never showed

the slightest ambition.

Yeah, well, why didn't you

teach me how to be a man?

Oh, give me a f*cking break.

I taught you how to be a man.

A man for today.

Oh, w-what should I have done,

Paul?

Should I have

taken you out into the backwoods

and taught you

how to live off the land?

Trapping rabbits

and skinning deer?

Or maybe --

maybe when you were 16,

I shouldn't have bought you

that Mustang you begged for.

Maybe that would have made you

a better man.

Christ.

God.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go set up

my conjugal bed for the night.

Ohh, boy.

We got Marty Kane.

Listen, Robby.

He's a pretty big kid.

He's got some skills.

But he's not f*cking sharp

like you.

You should tear him apart.

God damn it, Robby!

I didn't lose.

Yeah, but you didn't win,

did you?

You didn't win. It was a draw,

a lousy g*dd*mn draw.

And you know the thing that

f*cking kills me is,

not once, not twice, but three

or four times you had him,

and you did nothing with it.

You know, we might not make it

out of the preliminaries now.

f*ck, that kid was sh*t.

Shouldn't have been

in the same ring as you.

You blew it.

You b-l-e-f*cking-ew it.

God!

You even care?

You know, there is this amazing

new technology called texting.

Oh, really?

You a little greased there,

Tully?

I don't know.

Maybe.

So is there like a law

against that or something?

-Actually, yeah.

-Oh, actually?

How did the qualifiers go?

I don't want to talk

about that.

Are you gonna invite me in?

You know, for a guy who

lives and breathes boxing,

it's kind of funny

how much you hate it.

So?

Who loves their job, Katie?

You think

my dad loves hauling his a*s

out of bed every day

at 2:00 a.m. to bake bread?

You think you mom loves working

E.R. every night?

Everybody has obligations.

Why should I be above that?

Yeah, but whose obligations?

For a tough guy, you sure

get shoved around a lot.

f*ck you, Katie.

What are you doing here?

Darren just got his first sonnet

published in the local paper.

We were just celebrating.

You had a sonnet published.

Whoopee.

I do it

for the love of the words.

And knowing that it's actually

gonna get me

somewhere someday.

Where exactly is your

g*y little poetry writing

gonna take you

that boxing's not gonna take me.

Well, I think

it's kind of simple, man.

All you got to do is look

at your Tully family tree.

You can start with your uncle,

your father, your grandfather --

hell, probably even your

Great-grandfather Tully

before him.

You know, it's like,

where did boxing

take any of those knuckleheads?

Nowhere.

The difference

between me and you

is that I get to leave

this town one day,

I get to go somewhere better.

But you,

you never get to leave

because you've tied

yourself up with boxing.

Out of all the sports, man,

boxing.

You picked the dying one.

I really hope you win those

Golden Gloves there, Robby.

I truly do.

'Cause if you don't,

you'll be missing out

on, what,

like the only good thing

that ever happened

in your miserable little life.

Rob, stop.

Do it.

Punch me, Tully!

Everyone knows

it's all you're good for.

Don't.

Rob!

What the f*ck?

Rob, stop.

f*ck!

f*ck of off me!

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.

Rob!

Yeah, your dad's still up.

I don't think I can

face him right now.

Speaking of which,

I didn't think Kane

got the better of you that bad.

So, what happened

this afternoon?

I don't know.

Just wasn't on.

I don't know about on,

but seemed to me

that maybe went, I don't know,

soft on him.

I don't know what else

to tell you.

Oh, hold on.

Help me up.

Ohh.

There's my two. favorite people

on the whole wide world.

You look like sh*t, Reub.

Drunken style don't suit you.

You're not wearing

a rain barrel.

Does that mean

you're the big winner, Tommy?

Mm.

I am not.

That's my son.

-The great white pacifist.

-Okay.

Hey, kiddo,

why don't you hit the hay?

I'll just take care

of all this.

I would like --

I'd like to have a discussion.

I'd like to discuss

what happened today.

-I just want to go to bed.

-No, I want things.

I want to know why you tanked

the fight.

-I didn't tank.

-Don't listen to him.

He's loaded

and talking nonsense.

I wasn't loaded this afternoon,

and I've been around long enough

to recognize a piss tank.

Okay.

Off to bed, kiddo.

Let's go.

Get your f*cking hands off me.

-Let go of me.

-Rueb, pull it together.

Pull it together.

In the ring, when you hit a man,

you earn his respect.

Out there in the street

or in the schoolyard,

he doesn't have to respect you.

But in boxing, there's the law.

Now, it may be rough,

but it's fair.

And I can't tell you that

you're not gonna get hurt.

But that pain is temporary.

And it's not as bad

as the pain of a wasted life.

I don't care about

getting hurt, Dad.

I'm just worried that this is

all there's ever gonna be.

No.

I want the same thing as you.

I want you

to get out of this town.

I want you to be

better than me.

And boxing is your ticket.

You think it's a trap.

It's a doorway.

And I want you

to walk through it.

I don't want you to ever

look back at my face again.

Nice jacket, Harris!

You look like a f*gg*t cloud

drifted to earth.

Come on, be a man.

Be a big f*cking man.

Bring it up!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, buddy.

Come on!

Again!

Come on!

And down.

You don't need me.

What the f*ck?!

Close the f*ck-- close the door!

Close the f*cking door!

Close the door, man!

Aaah!

Whoo!

f*cking animal.

f*cking animal!

Aaaah!

Pedal to the metal, baby!

Aaaah!

Who wants some tomato soup?

Whoo!

I'm calling the cops.

I am the cops!

Ha ha!

Lou!

Tell me about that place.

You been out jogging, kid?

You sound gassed.

Gladiators don't have to

win money.

Yeah, I know.

How's your snout?

Heal up yet?

It's fine.

-Don't worry about it.

-Heh. We'll sort something out.

Sounds like you're ready.

Yeah. f*ck yeah, I'm ready.

f*ck yeah.

We got a call

about a disturbance tonight.

Wouldn't happen to know anything

about that, would you?

I did actually see

a suspicious fellow back there.

He was a real prowler type.

He was tall, skinny,

wearing a sequined eye patch.

-He was riding a griffin.

-A griffin.

Yeah.

Half eagle, half lion.

Beautiful creatures.

They're great lovers too.

They f*ck like banshees.

All right.

License and registration.

You're not Jack Harris's son?

The winery owner?

Lordy, it is you.

Put this car in gear

and get yourself straight home.

What?

But, Officer, I just egged

the almighty f*ck

out of that house back there.

Just a boy being a boy

as far as I'm concerned.

I'm 26.

I'm 26!

-I'm 26 years old.

-Settle down.

I'm doing you a favor.

Drive safe.

And tell your old man

Jimmy Steele sends his regards.

God damn it.

f*ck!

f*ck, f*ck!

Raah!

f*cking ruin everything!

So I'm gonna ruin your stupid,

precious vineyard!

Raah!

Oh, sh*t!

Did you find him?

Well, keep looking.

Check the cellar.

Check the greenhouse.

Check the --

the ditch beside the back field.

-Check the --

-Wait. Wait, Jack.

No, we got him.

What the hell

is wrong with you?

Oh, my God.

Paul!

-Paul.

-God.

I cannot for the life of me

figure out what the hell

is wrong with you, son,

but you need help --

serious f*cking help.

-Jack.

-Oh, the silent treatment.

Oh, you think that'll help?

Hey, how about this?

Say goodbye to your

credit cards, buddy boy.

Do you guys remember

that k*ller whale?

The one from the amusement park

the animal rights group freed

a few years ago.

That whale was born and bred

in captivity.

Its whole life it was fed,

cared for, and protected.

And all it knew how to do

was do tricks

at the blow of a whistle.

I can't help but imagine its

small little world blowing up

when it was set free --

all the strange fish,

the new unlimited waters,

not knowing the language

of other whales

that she might meet.

Her once safe existence

suddenly became completely

lawless, lacking parameters.

-Paul...

-They found her

not even a week later,

floating near a wharf

with her belly ripped open and

her tongue and lower jaw eaten.

Shut up and let me finish!

I think about that poor whale,

and I wonder who's to blame.

Who's to blame for all this?

The protesters

for setting her free?

The amusement park

for keeping her penned up

for all those years.

And the more

I think about it,

nobody is to blame.

Everybody had their hearts

in the right place.

But the reality is,

is that whale

was adrift in a place

that she didn't understand,

scared shitless,

and so f*cking witless

that she didn't last a week

on her own.

But what if she was given

the chance to strengthen herself

so she might have survived?

But why this -- this

self-sabotaging quest you're on?

Why suffer just to suffer?

'Cause people need to suffer!

They need to feel pain

and experience want

and get smashed apart

in order to fix themselves,

to become something totally new!

Three. Roll it.

Come on.

Keep the elbows in. Guard it up.

There you go.

Nice. Nice.

Go try that right.

Now, roll it.

Step in there, roll over,

and turn your hips.

sh*t.

Hey, Everett. Come on.

Breathe.

Look here.

Come on.

Take a nice deep breath.

Come on.

You ready to rock and roll?

Come here.

Give me your hands.

So, what's your name?

Rex.

Rex Appleby.

And, uh,

what do you do, Rex?

I train k*ller whales.

To do all those

tricks and stuff?

I rehabilitate them.

To put them

back into the wild.

Cool.

So, what's your pleasure?

Oh, I can do that.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Come on,

give me your best shot.

-Ohh!

-Huh.

You like this, don't you?

Wait.

Wait, wait.

Oh!

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, yeah!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, you better check

the warranty on this oven,

because its goose is cooked!

You're gonna break

the f*cking oven.

Oh, yes!

I would love to dedicate

this win

to -- to Gummy Stu,

Stinky Mulligan,

Old Armless Joe

down at the VFW hall.

We did it, boys!

Oh, golly gee, Tom Tully.

That was some fight.

You and the stove,

you exchanged

some pretty heated

prefight words.

You said the stove

didn't have the legs

to make it through

the later rounds.

The stove,

he put up one hell of a fight.

You got some moxie, stove.

But tonight, tonight is

Tom Tully's night, baby. Whoo!

That's right,

it was Tom Tully's night.

Now -- Now, the question

that everyone's asking is,

what comes next

for Tom "Boom Boom" Tully?

Well, that fridge over there,

he's my mandatory challenger.

But that toaster, he's been

eyeballing me all month,

flapping his gums.

Well, buddy, you don't sing it,

you bring it.

You bring the pain train!

Whoo-whoo!

Stern words from a stern man!

Shut up!

Shut...

Enough.

You, you've got homework.

You have a fight.

Stay focused.

It's not a g*dd*mn joke.

Lighten up, killjoy.

So you're going

to Macy's after?

Yeah.

Another day in the salt mines,

kiddo.

I love you.

Hey.

We'll, uh, break bread later.

Go get 'em.

So you're off

the sh*t, are you?

Yeah, listen, that guy

you seen the past few weeks

walking around in my skin,

that wasn't me.

He took me

to the dark side of the woods.

But I'm -- I'm back.

I'm back.

That's good.

That's good.

-Hey, Lou.

-Hey, Manning.

Who we got here?

He's a tough kid

out of my club.

He's got ba*ls on him

like a burglar,

and he'll hold his own mud.

On you go, then.

Thank you, boss.

Welcome to the circus,

young man.

Hey, look, I'm gonna go catch

the first fight.

You interested?

No, I'm gonna sit.

Yeah?

Oh.

Fight like a dog.

What's that?

That's the best mindset

to put yourself in.

Become a dog.

Dogs aren't afraid of pain.

They're afraid of thunder,

fireworks, the vacuum cleaner.

All things their tiny

little brains can't comprehend.

Yet a dog is not the least

bit frightened by pain.

Even the smallest dog will take

on a dog three times its size

and literally fight

to the death.

So fight like a dog.

Thanks, Manning.

You're up next.

Looks like Manning's

throwing you a bone tonight.

- That guy?

- Uh-huh.

That's one big slab of humanity,

Lou.

He's an ex-pro.

Now, the good thing is he won't

hit you more than he has to.

If you earn his respect, he'll

put you out with one punch.

So what do you think?

You gonna do this, or do I got

to tell Manning --

No, no.

I want to fight him, Lou.

I might be nervous,

but I'm not afraid.

All right.

Good for you.

Now let's get you taped up.

Let's have a clean fight.

Knuckle up.

Don't worry.

I'll take it easy on you.

No, please don't.

Work the jab, Tommy.

Good shot, Tommy.

Jab, Tommy.

Nice.

Good shot, Tommy.

Create some space, Tommy!

Hit him harder.

Lean on him, Tommy.

Manning,

this is f*cking bullshit.

Go at him, Tommy.

Nice shot, Tommy!

Knocked the f*ck out!

Oh!

Oh, yeah!

Come on, get in here.

Get in here.

I can't breathe

through my nose.

What?

Look here, look here.

All right, all right.

That was that cross.

It's going up.

Here you go.

All right.

Now, face me.

Oh, yeah.

Now open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

Ah!

There you go.

Try it.

Can you breathe?

-Can you breathe?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, I can breathe.

-Yeah, see?

That kid is a glutton.

Listen to me.

Last time they put you in

with the feeb.

Now you're in

with this little punch pug.

-Lean on him.

-What if he won't go down?

You make him go down.

I don't want to hurt him,

Rueb.

Tommy, it is what it is.

He chose to be in there.

Let's go.

Come on, don't piss around

with him.

Come on!

Good shot, Tommy.

Good shot, Tommy.

Now it's f*cking done!

f*cking protect yourself.

Focus.

Focus, Tommy.

Focus, Tommy!

Let's go, Tommy.

Stay focused.

Put him out of his misery!

Tommy, the kid knows

the f*cking rules. Finish this.

Tommy.

Call an ambulance!

It's not how it works.

You take care of your own.

How am I supposed to do that?

Any way you can.

Anywhere but here.

Get him on my f*cking shoulder.

Get him up. Up, up, up, up.

Let's go.

Come on, Tommy.

There we go.

Up.

Let's go.

Open the f*cking door

to my car, Fritz.

-Lou, I --

-No, no, no, no.

Don't do that.

He knew what

he was getting into.

It's the nature of the beast.

Now, come on.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, now.

Help!

Can we get

some f*cking help here?!

This way.

Hello?!

Um, slice of pecan, please.

And, uh, extra whip.

See you in 10.

What's that?

Insurance bullshit.

They're claiming that because...

...because Tommy didn't make

a living will,

and when he's declared

in a "persistent vegetative

condition,"

that he becomes

a ward of the state.

And then they're gonna --

they're gonna put his name

on an organ donor list

and give the rest

of him to science.

f*ck that sh*t.

There's no f*cking way.

Over my dead f*cking --

Why did you let him?

Why did I let him what?

Why did you let

Uncle Tommy fight?

Why didn't you stop him?

Why didn't you stop him?

When didn't you tell him

how stupid it was?

Why didn't you refuse

to go along --

How many f*cking times

were you there

when I told him

how stupid it was?

How many f*cking times?

A thousand times?

You told him.

But you weren't

forceful about it.

Because it's not my choice.

It's not my choice.

If it would have

been my choice,

he would have stopped

fighting years ago.

If he goes to fight,

I'm there to make sure

he doesn't get hurt.

Yeah, but he got hurt!

I know

he got hurt.

It's my fault?

You want to blame me?

Fine.

Fine.

I blame myself.

A man acts according

to his own wishes.

He's my brother.

He's not my sl*ve.

Right, champ?

He's gonna pull through,

Robby.

Your uncle's a -- he's a born

fighter, through and through.

Just like you.

A born fighter, Dad?

I wasn't born a fighter.

I was raised one.

You made me that way.

You made me that way

from day one.

All you ever taught me was that

fighting was the only way

I'd have a place in this world.

I wasn't like that

when I was born.

-You made me that way.

-Best f*cking thing I ever did.

I was your f*cking father.

That's what we do.

We get you ready.

When we were young,

we talked about being champs.

It was bullshit.

It was a pipe dream.

But you, you are destined

for great things.

It's your life.

You want to throw it away?

f*ck it.

f*ck it.

-Hey, Lou.

-Hey.

What was

that guy's name again?

Who, Tom Tully?

From the other side

of the Falls?

Yeah.

You doing all right?

Yeah.

I was just curious.

I'm so sorry.

I never saw it happening

this way.

I never meant to hurt you.

It was never about that.

Who are you?

Nobody.

Just visiting.

Who are you?

He's my uncle.

What are you doing here?

I was just seeing

how he was doing.

Yeah, well, he's not doing

too well, as you can see.

Where are you from?

I haven't seen you around.

Across the river.

Canadian.

You fighting

to make ends meet?

Money was never an issue.

What are you fighting for,

then?

I don't know.

To see what I was capable of.

My uncle was a solid fighter.

This shouldn't have happened.

Everybody knows

you got in a lucky punch.

But that doesn't

change anything.

I want to hurt you.

I more or less have to.

Well, if it'll answer anything,

then maybe I owe you,

but I certainly

don't want to hurt you.

And then again, maybe I do.

I think we both know a place.

Robby.

How are you holding up, kid?

I'm fine.

Um, I need to talk to you

about something.

Is it Tommy's debts?

Don't worry about it.

I cleared the books.

Honestly, your uncle

is such a lousy player

it makes me sick to think

about collecting.

Okay, thanks.

But it's not about that.

What?

I want you

to take me to the barn.

The barn.

Why is that?

Does it matter?

Well, if you're looking for

my help,

then you bet your a*s it does.

How old are you anyway, Rob?

I'm old enough to make

my own choices.

It might be.

But the question you need

to ask yourself is,

do you really think Tommy --

Tommy would want you doing this?

I don't know.

But nothing else

answers anything.

Oh, kid.

Come on in for a beer.

So, you ready for this?

Never been more ready

in my life.

So, just we are clear.

Anything gets ugly in there,

I'm throwing in the towel.

That's the price of this ride.

Okay, kid?

All right.

Let's go get this done.

Hey, Manning.

How you doing?

Who'd you brung me, Fritzy?

Amateur fighter

from my neck of the woods.

Rob Tully.

Yeah, I heard of you.

You're hot sh*t.

There are plenty of safer places

to find a fight, kid.

Yeah, well,

he has a specific one in mind.

I run a blind draw here.

So it'd be against the rules.

Yeah.

But since I make 'em,

I guess I could break 'em.

Huh?

Machine.

Machine feels no pain.

Machine is not broken

by fear.

Machine made of titanium...

...and bulletproof glass

and ballistic rubber.

A machine.

I am a machine.

I'm really sorry

about all this.

Hey, come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

f*ck him up!

Nice shot!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Nice one, Robby.

f*ck you, Tommy.

Have a seat.

All right, you got

a few good shots in there.

Listen, you got to fight him

smart, not angry.

You hear me?

Not angry, Robby.

Everything is up here, okay?

And watch out for that

right hand. Okay?

Something wrong

with my tooth.

Here.

Open up.

Oh, yeah, that's loose.

That ain't going back in.

Let's put a little of this

on here.

Ah. Sit still.

Let me clean you up.

No.

Let it bleed a little.

Look, it's gonna get

in your eyes. It'll f*ck you up.

Let it bleed.

Let's go!

Come on, let's do this!

All right.

Whatever.

f*cking right, brother!

Yes!

Great work, Robby.

You stupid little f*ck.

How do I look, Lou?

Like some animal shat you

out sideways.

Now, listen to me. You got to

get in there and put him away.

I know! I know!

I know, but I've hit him as hard

as I've ever hit anybody.

-He's not going away.

-Then you hit him harder!

With everything you got,

yes?!

Why don't you just lay down and

quit while you still got a face?

No.

No, no.

It's not about

winning or losing.

It's about moving forward with

fists raised

without hesitation or fear.

Cut my tape off.

What? Why the hell

you want to do that?

'Cause I want to feel it.

Paul, stay down!

Stay down, man.

Stay down.

Thank you.

Open this up.

Fritz, get in here.

Help me get him to the car.

Ah!

Aah!

Oh, there you are.

We put that guy in the car.

He's beat up pretty bad,

but he'll live.

Robby?

What's the matter?

Hey, kid.

What's going on?

Robby.

for God's sake, you won.

Kid, you won.

All right, we're here.

What?

We're here.

It's time to get out.

No.

No hospital.

Oh, come on, kid.

Be sensible.

Your face is

wide open in places.

No hospital.

All right.

Well, this one's on you.

You got to be one of the most

obstinate son of a b*tches

I've ever run into.

Now, it's been a long time since

I've done this, so hold still.

If you want painkillers,

you're gonna have to go

50 meters back that way.

There we go.

Then we're gonna go

in the top side.

Hold still.

Robby?

What happened?

I'm so sorry, Rueben.

I brought him straight here.

I promise, by the time I saw

what he did to himself,

it was too late.

Robby?

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

Oh, Robby.

What did you...

What did you do?

Ohh.

No, son.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I just couldn't do it anymore.

I wanted to

do it for you and Tommy,

but I couldn't

do it anymore.

I couldn't do it for me, Dad.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

You're gonna be fine.

You need a doctor.

I'm gonna get you a doctor.

Okay?

You stay here.

Stay with me, huh?

So sorry.

Hey.

Hey, Robby.

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're home.

I know.

I know.

Where do you want to go?

Want to go home?

I don't know where that is.

Well, you ain't coming back

to the club.

I don't want you

anywhere near it.

Can you take me

to the bus stop, then?

Absolutely.

Can I get my fighter's purse?

What, do I got to remind you

you lost the fight tonight, huh?

Tom Tully.

I beat him, didn't I?

That's everything I got.

It should get me

to the next town.

Yeah.

Hey, Lou, thank you for

everything you've done for me,

for getting me here.

Just get out of my car.

Go.

What a waste.

Bus 2093 now arriving.

Hi.

Where's the next

bus out heading?

Uh, Thunder Bay.

It's the m*rder capital

of Canada.

That'll work.

Uh, is that return?

One way.

The name

on my birth certificate

still reads Paul Harris.

My town and date of birth

are still the same.

But that person

who my parents raised,

who my frat brothers knew,

who once

walked the halls of the winery,

he exists no more.

So if I stand for anything,

let it be as a testament

to change.

That full 5%.

A whole new you.