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The doctor wanted to test his blood,

could hardly get the needle in.

- Dull needle, huh?

- No, he tried two needles.

- Who, Ernie?

- Yeah.

- Doctor could hardly get the needle in.

- Dull needle?

The kid's got leather skin.

That's very odd, Ruben.

Never would have thought that,

looking at him.

Rudy Chavez had thick skin,

but he was tough.

You guys know that.

They don't make 'em like him anymore.

You haven't heard the half of it.

He gets the needle in and blood out...

and it's almost black.

I had Chavez in

against Chu Chu Montoya.

In the first round, my boy gets butted

over the eye. Blood starts coming down.

So I said, "Well, there goes the fight."

It wasn't his blood at all.

It was Montoya's blood.

Remember Estrada? I saw him open

a Coke bottle with his teeth.

- What are you saying...

- Will you listen, please?

You haven't heard the half of it.

He finally gets the blood out...

and it's black.

So he stares at it for a minute

and turns the tube upside-down...

and the blood don't run down,

it hangs up there.

It turned to gelatin.

Chavez had the clearest piss

of any fighter I ever saw.

He would take a specimen,

and the piss in that bottle...

would be just as clean and as pure...

as fresh drinking water.

Take the wheel.

No, easy! Slow and easy.

That's it.

Go easy! Go easy!

Don't spin the wheels!

- Hold it.

- What are you saying?

- I can't hear you. What?

- Will you hold it, Faye?

I'm gonna look for some boards

to put under the wheels.

Hold it!

Move over.

Don't touch me.

I'm all muddy.

I don't care if you're muddy or not.

Put your arm around me.

Not while I'm driving in the rain.

I'm glad.

About what?

You know.

Not being a virgin anymore.

What?

Not that I'd feel any different.

It's just that I thought

I'd see the world through new eyes.

But I don't.

- You've never done it before?

- Certainly not.

You've done it lots of times,

I suppose.

Well, I'm going on 19, after all.

How was I compared to the other girls?

All right.

I mean, wonderful.

You were wonderful.

- Really?

- Yeah, wonderful.

I'll get better with practice.

Anybody would have thought you had

all the practice in the world.

- Hope you're not implying anything.

- No, I meant you were wonderful.

Will you call me tomorrow?

What for?

No reason.

Just want to hear

the sound of your voice.

Let's go, guys.

Let's go, Babe!

Monterey, here we come!

We got the winners tonight, Babe.

What do you think?

- Yeah, I think we got the winners.

- For sure winners.

- You know what I'd like to do someday?

- What?

Take these guys to England.

They really appreciate class over there.

When we turn these boys pro,

I'd really like to make that trip.

Nice house today.

Ernie, listen.

This guy can't fight.

You'll knock him out. How do you feel?

- Hardly wait to get in?

- I'll give it all I've got.

You may have to go the full three,

so don't punch yourself out.

- Don't lose your head.

- Pace myself.

Look, don't hang back.

It goes fast.

- Give it everything I got.

- Still you want to pace yourself.

Buford, your guy's been around.

Don't let him get a good shot at you.

He's a boozer. You know how these

soldiers are. He won't go the limit.

I don't care who he is,

'cause ain't nobody getting past me.

I'm gonna be the world's champ

by the time I'm 18.

- Ain't he 18 now?

- Sh*t, he's only 15.

- Can you fight if you're 15?

- Would you be quiet about that?

Buford's Golden Gloves champion.

He don't fit the rules.

Hope I didn't leave

my fight in the bedroom.

Don't tell Ruben, but I was

getting a little last night.

- Hope I'm in shape.

- I was too.

But that don't make no difference.

It don't matter if you're dead drunk.

You got two hands. You can beat

this dude. I don't care who he is.

It's all in your mind.

I hope so.

Hoping never done nothing.

It's wanting to do it.

You got to want to win

so bad you can taste it.

If you want to win bad enough, you win.

No way in hell this dude will beat me.

He's too old. I'm too fast.

I'm gonna be all over him.

I'm gonna kick his ass so bad,

every time he eats food tomorrow...

he'll think of me.

He's gonna know he's been in a fight,

'cause I'll hit him with everything.

I'm not just gonna beat that mother,

I'm gonna kill him.

- You know what makes a good fighter?

- What?

Believing in yourself, the will to win.

You want to kick ass, you kick ass.

- You're right.

- You don't want to kick ass.

You want to get

your own ass whupped.

I want to kick ass.

Don't worry.

You gotta want to kick ass so bad there

ain't no manager or pill that can do it.

- I want to kick ass as bad as you do.

- Then go out there and kick ass!

- All right!

- First bout, Ernie Munger.

We got to go now.

Hey, did you get the towels?

- I didn't get to warm up.

- You're okay. You're ready.

- Just stay loose. Where's the bucket?

- In my hand.

- Where's the bottle.

- In the bucket.

- Is there water in it?

- I wouldn't bring an empty bottle.

I just don't want my kid out there

without any water.

I told you I got the water.

Take it easy.

Let's go.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to tonight's star-studded

program of amateur boxing.

Each bout will consist of

three two-minute rounds...

in accordance with the California

State Athletic Commission.

Your referee, from San Francisco,

Ron Dixon.

This is the first bout of the night.

Introducing first, in the blue corner...

weighing 170 pounds,

from Stockton...

Irish Ernie Munger.

I'm not Irish.

I just said it that way

so they'd know you're white.

It'll look great in the paper.

Wave to the crowd.

In the red corner,

weighing 172 pounds, from Salinas...

Manuel Rosales.

I want both you boys to be sure

to protect yourselves at all times.

Jab, baby! Jab!

Right jab! Yeah!

That's it, baby!

Move, move, move!

Jab, jab! Jab!

That's the stuff!

Terrific!

Right in there!

This guy's finished. Unload on him.

Move in there, Ernie. Use the hook.

- Work him in. Two punches...

- Keep your punches up.

- You can take him.

- Tear his head off.

- Jab, jab, hook.

- Seconds out.

Break.

The winner by technical knockout,

in the red corner, from Salinas...

Manuel Rosales.

Good fight.

Tilt your head back.

Breathe through your mouth.

- He was butting you.

- Sure we was butting. He can't punch.

I'm all right.

Next bout, Henry Reed.

Come on.

- You lose, huh?

- They shouldn't have stopped it.

You ought to get a note

from the doctor before you leave.

You can get that nose set

and it won't cost you nothing.

Get him out of those trunks.

He was butted, Al.

They should throw that kid

out of the ring.

- Get into your trunks.

- He's all bloody.

Don't worry about it.

It's not your blood.

Let me look at that.

Easy. Don't touch it.

Don't touch it!

Don't touch it!

Buford, you doing all right?

How do you feel?

Just pissed off, Ruben.

You dropped your left.

Don't sweat over it.

You get him again,

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