Diggstown Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 98 min
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So he's out of there. Sam Lester
gets the brown bottle treatment.
He'll leave skid marks
from here to Savannah.
The only thing you've got to do, Roy,
is help make these bums look good.
Otherwise, the side action will stink.
I'll make it look like
the "Thrilla in Manila. "
Be sure to keep your mind
on your business.
- Will you stop?
- I'll never stop.
Slim and Ham are covered.
This cost us five grand.
You want the world to know?
You fighters,
the first two rounds...
you do exactly what I say,
you make $1,000, guaranteed.
After that, I don't care.
Knock the man out. That's up to you.
Buck, we're starting with you
because of this right hand.
I want you to work on his left eye.
I want you to cut it,
knock it out. I don't care how.
Just tear it out of his head.
You got that?
- I'll knock it out for sure.
- That a boy.
You're next.
You're our lefty.
You work on the right eye.
Do you understand that?
This man reads nothing but Braille
from now on because of you.
Fair enough?
Which brings us to you, Billy.
You get inside.
Start working on his solar plexus.
He can't hurt you.
You'll have headgear on.
Yes, sir.
Now it's you.
You get the honors! How about that?
about too many roundhouses.
Now they're gonna pay off.
The mars midsection
will be broken.
He'll be as blind
as Tidwell's goat.
Now you use the roundhouses
and you knock him down and out, right?
You can bet on that.
I already have.
Who's next?
See this? This man stood up!
That's because he knows he wants it.
In the pressure cooker,
this man wants it.
If "Honey" Roy Palmer
is still standing...
by some freakish reason...
then you put
these big anvils to work...
and put him down
once and for all.
- You got that, Hambone?
- Yes, sir.
- I whoop him good, sir.
- No, you whoop him bad, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Excuse me, Daddy.
I'd like to switch places with Billy
- It's all right with me.
I need you in the second lineup.
Don't you understand?
All of you guys better understand
if "Honey" Roy Palmer...
is still standing
after 25 rounds of boxing...
don't you know what that means?
That doesn't mean he has boxing skill.
That means he's got a heart!
The man can fight!
But this is what keeps him going...
and this is where you come in.
You take this right hand
and you break the bones in his face.
Then you go in with that Gillon hand
and crush his brain!
You got that, Robby?
You crush his brain.
Everybody grab hands. Come on.
Let's go. Make a circle.
Dear Lord...
please give us
the strength and courage...
to tear this man
from limb to limb.
Let's go, Buck!
Good luck!
Get your hot popcorn!
You got your instructions downstairs.
Watch your low blows.
In case of a knockdown,
go to the neutral corner. Understand?
- Hit gloves, come out fighting.
- Get him, Buck!
Fight!
Boo!
The eye!
Keep moving!
That a boy.
Don't go toe-to-toe!
Just box him! Get off the ropes!
That's it.
Don't get clever, Roy!
Yes!
Six, seven, eight...
Yes!
- All right!
- Come on!
- F***, let's go.
- Not now.
- Get him!
- I got him.
All right.
Thanks. Beautiful.
Looking good, Buck.
Look at me.
- How does it feel?
- He's doable.
That's all I want to hear.
Unless, of course,
he gets lucky.
You can always get lucky, you know.
- That's not what I want to hear.
- I know.
But since I was taking
all the punches...
only fair you share
in some of the anxiety.
Fight!
Come on! Step back!
Get off the ropes!
Get your guard up!
Why are you... Yeah!
Get moving!
- Welcome to Diggstown!
- Yeah!
You're killing him!
20 to 180.
Thank you very much!
- You're hell on wheels!
- I'm taking his ass down myself!
Keep moving, Roy.
Get off the ropes.
Come on! Combinations!
Yes! Hard! Take him down!
Put him away!
- Yes!
- Get up, you fat f***!
Five, six, seven...
eight, nine!
Out!
My compliments, Fitz.
He was everything you said he was.
- He's a real slugger.
- He certainly is.
I'm so impressed...
I'm actually willing
to double our side bet.
- Just you and me.
- Done. That makes it 100,000.
The man can add.
Hit him!
Mix it up, kid.
I ain't made of glass.
Break it up. Let's go.
Fight!
Get at him now!
Let's do it! Come on!
- He's giving a lousy performance.
- He's embarrassing. Business stinks.
- Put him away and go for Billy.
- All right.
Fight!
To your corner.
- One, two, three, four...
- Yes!
- Get up!
- Five, six...
seven, eight, nine!
He's out!
Fight.
The body, Roy!
40 to win 80!
With all that headgear,
it's like trying to fight Darth Vadar.
You gotta stay with his head.
You got that? Yeah?
Only an 18-year-old could drink and f***
all night and still look that good.
You'd like to put a grand
on the kid going three?
Cheap Ray Bans, a grand.
One, two, three...
four, five, six, seven...
- You sure you want this?
- He's right, son.
- You can walk out of here proud.
- F*** you, n*gger.
Eight, nine!
He's out!
Nice work, kid.
Gut shots are the worst.
- The worst.
- The worst is yet to come.
Sam's up next.
Remember?
You can send your next man up,
if you've got any more willing.
I think I'll be able to still find me
a couple hands not shaking so bad...
that we couldn't get gloves on them.
How about your own there?
You ready to sign
another bank draft?
- Absolutely.
- Good.
Your man here, "Honey" Roy...
Inspirational.
I'm so inspired that...
I'm thinking of upping our side bet
to an even quarter million dollars.
How about you?
A quarter mil.
You must have
some pretty big guns coming up...
but consider me inspired.
Jeez!
Damn, Sam, you're killing me.
- Just give me some water.
- What's wrong with you?
Yeah, drink it up.
We're very bad.
At least we're safe.
I am. Good luck.
Fight!
Get a muffler for that thing!
- Oh, my God.
- That was something.
$5,000 under the seat
of the cab of your truck.
Don't lie to me, boy.
I'm a generous man.
As I see it,
you've got two choices.
You can whoops him good
and win your fight tonight...
or you can lose it
and bury your brother here...
I will get a "yes, sir" on that.
- Fight!
- Come on, Ham, jab him!
Son of a...
Roy, get out of the corner!
Keep dancing!
Push him back, Roy!
That's it!
Goddamn it, get off the ropes!
Pick it up.
Let's go.
Stop him, ref, right now!
Son of a b*tch!
What's going on?
What's up with these Busbys?
One won't start, the other won't stop.
Don't take any chances. Either Ham's
decided to f*** us or Gillon outbid us.
- Tell him to go down right now.
- What if he won't?
Hey, man, it's time.
Let me have your chin.
Give me your chin, man.
Yeah! Go get him!
Stick and move!
All right, keep floating!
Back it up! Put him away!
That's it!
- Ref, break it up!
- Let's go! Break!
Corner!
You, 20 to win 80!
I'll be by the hot dog stand!
Getting old on me?
You go 15 rounds, you're wheezing.
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