Cardboard Boxer Page #3
- Year:
- 2016
- 88 min
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Motherf***er, it's my sign.
I get to say what I want to say.
Don't be getting creative.
You should say "War Hero."
Whoo!
Whoa, hey. Hey, how are you doing, man?
What's up, brother?
How are you doing, man?
You got... you got any money to help
me out a little bit, today?
- We thank you for your service.
- All right, all right.
See you, honey. Thank you, thank you.
Hey, honey. You got a little bit of cash?
Go ahead. Put it... put it right here.
If I had a phone, I'd call you.
If I had a phone, I'd call you. You know?
Hey, how are you guys doing tonight?
- Keep that, sir.
- Whoa. I appreciate it.
- Here.
- Thank you very much.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
You look nice tonight.
You look good. Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, honey. How are you doing?
Hey, I appreciate it. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Whoo!
Willie!
Hey, my man. Yo, we want...
one room, two beds.
It's 120 for a night.
What?
What are you talking about? Sign says 60.
Not for two person.
Yeah, well. Just one, then.
Check your sign, next time.
What... I got it, man!
I got it.
Good night.
Don't spend it all on girls.
Peace out, man!
No.
This sh*t, man. This ain't me.
Some movie set over off on Wilshire,
they was about to throw 'em away,
can you believe that?
You bullshitting me.
No, man.
Sh*t, if I had five loaves of bread
and two fish, I'd feed all of you.
- Amen.
- Got one left, bro.
Hey, sleeping bag man.
Got one left. Want it?
Oh, um...
Methuselah, do you want a sandwich?
Methuselah, come on over here, man.
Get yourself some meat.
DJ spinnin' tonight, huh?
Yeah, he jamming, man.
Hey, who's that?
Yeah, you know what that means.
What?
He's gonna get him some p*ssy tonight.
What do you want, Santa Claus?
Ain't no bathrooms tonight.
It's all business.
It's five bucks to play,
baby. You got five bucks?
All right.
Don't be nervous.
Mama's gonna make it all right.
Okay, what do we got down here,
hmm?
Wh... what? No.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
So what do you want to do?
What do you want to do, then, Santy? Hmm?
Do you...
do you think that you can love me?
Mmm-hmm.
I do love you.
Mmm-hmm.
I love you, sweetie.
Mmm-hmm.
I love you.
I love you. Mmm.
"Goodbye, my friend"
"You want be anymore with me"
"Goodbye my friend"
"I'm gonna bring your love with me"
"Our way now splits in two,
just longing for an end"
"But the road I have to run"
"Is so long"
Hit him again! Hit him!
"What to say when he comes tonight"
"With the memories, all right"
"What to say when I see you"
"And in time, holding on"
You warm back there, buddy?
Okay.
So, Evan, let's talk biz.
Tyler?
If I send you a copy of this to show some of
your buddies, you think they'd be into it?
Who?
I know you know all those
finance kids and sh*t, man?
That's who we gotta get down here, bro.
That's gonna make it an event.
Let's make this big.
Dude, you know how f***ing underground
when you show them this?
Everybody's gonna be like,
"Sh*t, Evan is so street."
For real, bro. You should think about it.
Hey, Willie-bear. Here.
Makes me feel good to put that
in your hand every time, man.
You know that?
I'm spending big money, but it feels good.
I think it's 'cause I like you.
Like that guy Evan,
who is technically one of my friends.
I f***ing hate that prick.
But you, I, uh...
I know it sounds weird
to call you my friend, but...
I don't know, man. I...
I honestly like you, Willie.
You know why? I think... you're loyal.
Yeah. But I'm going to need to count on you.
Can I count on you, Willie?
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, you take good care of me.
Yeah. I know I could. Bump it.
You're my motherfucking
cardboard boxer, Willie.
Willie.
Help me light this.
How the hell is it so cold?
You know how like...
how you do in the movies,
put the fire in the trash can.
You ever do that in real life?
Yeah.
I know where some of those are.
Do you want me to read the first page?
No, I know that one in my sleep.
Read the last page that she wrote on.
"I realized today that I didn't even say
a word at school all week.
"Sometimes I am surprised by how my oice
sounds because I have not heard it in days."
Uncle Craig is old and scary.
He drinks beer and yells at me.
He smokes his cigarettes until
What is this sh*t, huh?
You're gonna burn
You're not supposed to be here.
Do you understand that?
Go away!
I wish I wasn't here, either.
Sometimes I wish I could have
died with Mommy, when she died.
"My life wouldn't have had this sad part.
"The longer I am sad, the harder it is
"to remember anything
ever good happened to me."
I thought I was just sad...
And it would get better,
but now I think my life has turned sad
and that's the way it is from now on.
I'm jealous of Mom.
I want to go be in heaven with her.
"and nobody down here would
ever know I left."
What have you got me
reading this sh*t for, man?
Pfft! Will you just stop liking me, man?
You're my friend.
No, I ain't no good guy.
But you're a war hero.
I killed a girl, man.
These guys, they were shooting at us.
They made her stand in front
when I shot back.
Captain, he called it a "human shield,"
said it wasn't my fault that I shot her.
Said I had to shoot her.
But...
But I chose to do it.
I... I was just looking
own the barrel, man.
Just wanted to make them
motherfuckers stop shooting back at me.
And I saw her.
I saw her. She was like... she was scared...
and I still shot her.
I saw smoke went up her chest.
I just... I couldn't believe
they'd f***ing do that to somebody.
They didn't f***ing care.
They got so many people,
they can just... they just throw one away.
You're liking me now, motherf***er?
Yeah.
Oh, God!
You had to do it...
so you could be here...
and you could be my friend.
Oh god.
I... I gotta go, man. I gotta go.
Check out my limousine.
Give me a ride, man.
Yo, Willie-bear.
What up, cardboard boxer?
Brought me some fries.
You're down for another fight tonight?
Yeah. Sure.
Uh, can you find someone?
I can do that.
Come on.
Hey. Nah, you're a girl.
- Jazz, do you wanna fight?
- Nah, not me.
Tell 'em it's 50 bucks.
Hey, man. You wanna fight for $50?
Fight you?
Yeah.
- Sure.
- Come on.
Hey, this guy will do it.
You got 50 bucks?
Yeah. You down to fight?
Where's the money?
Cash is right here, buddy.
How many rounds?
Just 'til one of you says "uncle."
Yeah, when he say "uncle," how do I know
you're not gonna just drive away?
No, no, no. They'll pay you.
They're my friends.
Place your bets, gentlemen.
Whoo! All right, all right!
Oh, I like it. Nice, nice.
Okay. What have we got here, Evan?
- Hey, buddy, good to see you.
- Whoo! Okay, let's get this started.
Ready and fight!
Yeah! That's it.
Good.
Yes! Nice, nice, nice. Get up.
F***!
Yeah! Nice.
Whoa, whoa. Pay attention to...
Get him! I got 200 on your ass!
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