Chuck Page #8

That's the title.

I wrote it 'cause I miss you.

Miss you so much, it hurts.

Look at this.

"You are big now, not so small

"But still my baby, after all

"From time to time, as you grew..."

Let's go, baby. Come on. I'm so sorry.

What? Come on, honey.

I'm just a few minutes late. What's...

Let her go, Chuck.

Come on, Phyll!

I'm sorry! I had...

- Stay away from me.

- Will you stop, please,

just two minutes?

- Kim...

- No, don't you f***in' move!

All right. All right.

You can do whatever you want

with your own life, Chuck,

but I will not let you ruin hers.

- I'm sorry, okay?

- I am scared for you!

I am scared for what's gonna happen to you!

Nothing's gonna happen.

I... I'm just a little

f***ed up right now, okay?

I'm gonna pray for you, Chuck.

I haven't said a prayer since grammar school,

but I'm gonna pray that you find the strength

to be a father to your daughter!

Hey, Kim, honey.

I'm gonna call you, all right? All right?

Roll the window down.

Hey, Kimberly, roll the window down!

Your poem! Honey, roll...

- Jesus Christ.

- Chuck!

How you doin'?

It's you!

Last I checked.

The one that got away.

Don't flatter yourself.

You never had me.

I know your reputation.

You got a line of 23-year-old cupcakes

down at the shore.

And if you're tryin' to sell me somethin',

I got all the liquor I need.

I'm not tryin' to sell you nothin'.

What are you doin' here then?

I gotta meet a guy about somethin'.

Bad day?

Worst f***in' day in my life.

I oughta be strung up by my balls

and horsewhipped.

I f***ed up.

What'd you do?

I went to my little...

My little girl's school, you know,

for one of them parent-teacher things?

You know, I... I ain't seen her in a while,

so, you know, I wrote her...

Chuck.

I'm sorry.

You all right?

What are the odds of me runnin' into you?

It's the worst f***in' day in my life,

and there you are,

like some angel out of the blue.

If that ain't a sign,

I don't know what, Linda.

You and me.

We're connected. You don't see that?

I tell you what.

There's more to you

than meets the eye, Chuck Wepner.

Not much, just enough.

You wanna know what I think?

What?

I think you like me.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, you've been hit in the head

a few times.

Yeah, that's true.

Sh*t.

Don't move. Please.

Don't go nowhere, all right? I...

Stay right where you are.

I gotta... Gotta go talk to somebody.

- Hey, Devon.

- Hey, Champ.

Everything good?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

There you go.

Sorry, Champ.

Hey, Jimmy.

Hey, Chuck.

When it rains, it pours, right?

It was a setup.

They said they'd let me go

if I gave 'em a name.

It's two ounces, Chuck.

We're talking serious time here.

Just didn't seem right, someone else

paying for my stupid mistake.

Okay, Champ.

One call.

Pick a winner.

Hello?

Hey.

Chuck.

How's it goin'?

Where are you?

Over here on 38th, at the police station.

Chuck.

You're my call.

I got one call, I called you.

What, you don't have a lawyer or someone

who helps you with things like this?

Not at the moment.

You need to make bail.

It doesn't matter.

You know, I'm going to prison anyway.

At least this way,

I get to talk to you, you know?

What about family?

I... I had a brother,

but he didn't give a f*** about me.

Linda, I know you don't see it,

but we're connected.

You're crazy, you know that?

Come on, same birthday.

Fats Domino. Jackie Gleason. William Frawley.

All February 26th.

Who's William Frawley?

What do you mean, "Who's William Frawley"?

He's Fred from I Love Lucy.

That's special, Chuck.

Three fat guys and a club fighter.

You talkin' about "club fighter"?

Hey, I'm Rocky Balboa.

You never heard of the Bayonne Bleeder?

Listen, Chuck.

I can't do this.

I gotta go.

I'm sorry.

Let's go, Champ.

Looks like you made bail.

What?

Yep. You still got a fan out there.

Don.

Get in the f***in' car, Chuck.

Possession with intent to sell?

What, are you stupid?

I was doin' a guy a favor.

Yeah?

This is why you bailed

on Phyllis and Kimberly?

To become some drug mule?

You know I had to mortgage my house

to bail you out?

What'd you do that for?

What?

I'm sorry. I appreciate it.

No, you don't appreciate sh*t!

You never have, you never will, right, Champ?

Hi, Flo.

Hi, Chuck.

Yeah, Champ. Get in the car!

F***in' champ!

Just don't think I'm doing this

because I like you,

because I don't, you selfish prick.

I'm doing this because our mother,

may she rest in peace,

made me promise on her

goddamn deathbed to take care of you.

You know why?

'Cause she knew you're a f***-up!

Your own mother!

With your fancy clothes,

and that bullshit with your whores

and now drugs?

You ain't foolin' anyone, Chuck!

You know that, right?

- You're right. I'm a f***-up.

- You're lucky she called, instead of you.

I would have f***in' hung up on you!

All right, I get it.

I'm sorry.

He cares about you, Chuck.

Don't say anything to him!

Do not coddle him!

I appreciate the coconuts, Don.

Hey, yeah, right.

I'm still waiting for a "thank you" note.

He still follows your career, you know?

He always has.

He's got a f***in' scrapbook

with every magazine article.

Every mention in the paper,

no matter how small.

You know he made us go to

the Ali fight, right?

He was so proud of you.

Every time you threw a punch,

he jumped three feet in the air,

telling anybody who would listen

that was his brother.

I didn't know.

I don't know what to say, Don.

Learn to not say something

every now and then.

Maybe you'll live longer.

I got plans, you know? I mean...

I got some things going on.

What do you got going on, Chuck?

You got people who love you, Chuck.

Real people. Not 'cause you fight,

not 'cause you're famous,

not 'cause you show 'em a good time,

just because.

It's that simple.

The only thing they want from you is you.

That was a real low point for me

when Linda told me

she didn't wanna see me anymore.

Take care of yourself, Chuck.

I stopped thinkin' about the future,

but she was right. The hell was I thinkin'?

Why would she wanna have

anything to do with me?

I mean, I was going to prison,

for Christ sake.

To tell you the truth,

that's exactly where I belonged.

Chuck!

Hey, Champ!

Chuck f***in' Wepner.

The champ.

- Big fan, Wepner.

- What's up, Chuck?

Good to see you, Champ.

I guess it took bein' thrown

in a box by myself

for me to realize

what a selfish prick I'd been.

It wasn't all bad, though.

I stayed in shape. Got to read a lot.

Life went on, inside and out.

Phyllis and me called it quits,

made it official.

No hard feelings.

To be honest,

I was surprised she didn't do it sooner.

All good.

Hey, Champ.

How are you?

All right, Warden. What's goin' on?

Well, someone wants to see you.

Yeah? Who?

You'll find out.

Where we goin'?

Then, one day, one f***in' day,

all the pieces started to come together.

You're shittin' me.

It's called Lock Up.

Rocky goes to jail.

Why the hell was I trying so hard

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