A Fighting Man Page #5

And if you go down,

I think I'll kick your ass.

- All right.

- All right.

I love you, Mike.

- I'm telling you, the last one...

- Mike. I love you, Mike.

I love you too.

Okay, tough guy.

Normal sinus rhythm,

hemodynamically stable.

Peg, if this were me,

I would go to the hospital just

for some extra testing, okay?

I'm okay. Really, I'm...

I gotta see the end of the fight.

I must say, Rose,

I'm a tad uncomfortable.

What? Sitting in the home of a

woman who despises your God?

I have a crucifix up my arse.

Those were the conditions under

which you agreed to meet me, hm?

You know, a man in your profession

shouldn't joke about having

something up your butt.

Sorry. Quite right.

Do you know the old limerick?

Which limerick would that be?

The altar boy, the altar boy

The dirty little beast

He filled his ass with broken glass

And circumcised the priest

That's a sad commentary on what's

befallen the most noble calling.

How do you handle such things?

Such things?

Well, the spirit is willing,

but the flesh is weak.

You know, a priest once told me, he

tied his hands up with his rosary

every night before he went to bed

so he couldn't masturbate

while sleeping.

And why did he tell you that?

I was a young girl at the time.

- I cut a bit of a skirt, I did in my day.

- No doubt.

I think he wanted to get

up under that skirt.

Just wanted to talk sexy

and try and get me going.

Ah.

Tell me, you're a relatively

young, seemingly virile man,

who I'm assuming has all

parts yet fully functioning.

Yes, as far as I know.

Oh, mores the pity, then.

Rose, I'm just a little

embarrassed here.

- I'm not here to talk about my sex life.

- Ha.

Well, here's hoping there's

something to talk about.

Rose,

um, Sailor's

quite concerned about you.

Sailor should be

concerned about himself.

You know what he's gone

and done, don't you?

You're talking about the fight.

- Is that what you're calling it?

- What are you calling it?

- My son is an old man.

- No, he's not that old.

- He's...

- No. He's old and you know it.

This won't be a fight.

Sure, it will be. He's very

tough, he's in terrific shape.

You know why he's

taking it, don't you?

Yes. He wants to take you to

Ireland. One more visit for you.

That's not it. He may think

that's it, but it's not.

What do you think the reason is?

Guilt.

Guilt?

About...?

Being alive.

Come on, King!

Finish him off, King!

Rock the body!

You can do it!

Take the old man out, King!

Break it up, guys.

Break it up. Let's go.

- Send him to his grave!

- Put him in the hospital, King!

How much?

How much wrong can a

person do before...?

Before they've used up

whatever good is inside them?

I mean...

What I did...

Diane...

God...

can be far worse than us.

He can do more damage, cause

more pain and suffering,

provide us with more temptation

than anything in the universe

and yet, we sin,

and he doesn't.

I'm not quite sure how that works.

I have nothing.

How do I go on?

You need to learn to surrender.

You got him, King! Take him down!

- Jab. Jab him!

- Break it up!

Break it up, guys. Break it up.

You got him, Sailor. He's tired!

Sailor. Sailor, this boxing

is a younger man's sport,

always has been, and you're not

as young as you used to be.

Now, you're strong as a bull,

but if you're taking this

fight to make the money

to take Rose to Ireland,

there are other ways.

Bake sales.

Yo, old-timer! Hey!

You know who I am?

I'm the man who's gonna

knock you the f*** out.

That's who I am.

Yeah. I know who you are.

I hope you punish me.

I hope you knock me

down, I really do.

And I hope you

knock some sense into this old man.

That would be my wish.

Let me ask you something.

Do you have kids?

- No, you're too young.

- I have one on the way.

That's a beautiful thing.

It really is. Right, Sean?

Yes, it is.

You know,

I held my son as he

took his final breath.

I didn't have an answer for him.

I will do my best, as will you.

Now, get the f*** out of here.

No, stop!

You okay?

How long?

Five years,

11 months,

27 days.

So...

how did you come to this?

Bad relationship?

Did anyone tell you about the

three rings of a relationship?

Engagement ring, a wedding

ring and the suffering.

Sorry.

Bad joke.

It's what I did.

What you did?

What we do is never really done.

What you got in that glass,

it won't help.

It's not the answer.

You know that.

Because we all been there.

Thank you.

I, uh...

I need to talk to you.

Talk to him.

Sailor, I...

- I came here because...

- Diane.

You were deceitful...

without the slightest

consideration.

A mother.

A monster.

I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry.

You knew you were sick.

Why didn't you seek help?

Help was around you every day.

Why?

Why didn't you seek help?

And now that you're better,

you want my forgiveness.

No.

Diane, Diane.

Please, get out of here.

I will spend the rest of my life

trying to make up for what I did,

for the pain I caused you.

Caused my family.

I see the hate in your eyes.

I deserve it.

You don't. With each

breath I take, I...

I hate myself enough

for the both of us.

I'm not...

I'm not asking for forgiveness.

Contrary to the teachings

of your faith, there...

There are things that

are unforgivable.

But I will not have

you consumed by hate.

So you... You pray to your God

for your loss, for your salvation,

and for theirs.

You ask him to help you find

a way out of your hate.

But don't you ever pray for me.

I don't deserve it.

Come on, son. You're gonna be late.

- Use your jab. Use your jab.

- Break that glass jaw, Sailor.

Take the old man out, King!

Kill him, Sailor!

Don't box if you can't

win a boxing match!

Pauly. Come on.

We're gonna be late.

What you got there?

How about some ice

cream after church?

Rinse that mug. Rinse it good.

Sailor, look at me. You okay?

All right, ladies and gentlemen!

How are you enjoying

the fight tonight?

Well, I think these boys have

suffered enough, don't you?

So, what I'm gonna do is I'm

gonna offer them a new prize.

- Twelve grand to the loser.

- Boo!

Two grand more than

the winner's purse.

What do you say?

What do you say, Sailor?

Hey, get him out of the ring!

Get that piece of

sh*t out of there!

That's the biggest

purse of your life.

All you gotta do is lie down,

and the money's yours.

Get out of the ring.

Get out of here.

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

What's wrong with you?

No! Oh,

my gosh!

What about you, King?

I hear you got a baby coming soon.

All you gotta do is just lie down.

Yeah.

Now I know you are a loser.

- Twelve thousand dollars to the loser.

- Hey, hey.

Don't do this, Eddie.

Don't do this.

Do not do this. Yeah, you wanna

mess up the kid's career, huh?

You're jealous because

you lost the purse.

You lost him. You'll

never get him back.

- Twelve thousand to your loser!

- Get him out of here!

Get him out of my face!

You're a piece of sh*t!

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