From Mexico with Love Page #6

No. Just hold the bucket,

do exactly what I say,

nothing else.

No problem, seor.

Chucho's really good,

and he's a loyal worker.

He really is.

Get off me.

Come on, Maria.

- That son of a b*tch.

- Come on, man.

Just be a minute. Maria?

This is bullshit, Billy.

Hey, you wanted the job, right?

Protecting your investment?

Chucho, how do you think I feel

with you touching me.

Man, this is freaking gross, okay?

Yeah.

How's the action?

Not good.

Kick it to 1 3 to 1.

Let's see if any of these fish bite.

Sure, all right.

All right, boys, change of plans.

Thirteen to one.

Not tonight, Ollie.

Hey, come on,

hurry this sh*t along.

I need you out there, Slick.

Come on.

I'm not taking the needle tonight.

The hell you ain't.

Come on, drop your drawers,

you take it like a man.

I don't need it,

not for no damn picker.

Well, that ain't the point,

now, is it, Robert?

Picker or not, I need you to be

my one sure thing tonight.

I can take him on my own.

And what if you can't?

I just need everything

you got tonight, son.

I've always given you

everything I got.

Come on. Lace him up.

What the hell am I paying you for?

You ready?

Yeah.

You know

what those spiders mean?

My dad said

spiders fight up close.

Get in tight, and then take him out

with your sting.

No, God damn it!

He never listened

to a thing I told him!

Spiders build a web,

wait for their prey,

draw them in for the kill.

If you do it right, your opponent

does most of the work.

The way your father had it,

you'd be doing all the work.

You'd burn yourself out.

I know, I was only kidding.

My dad told it to me

just like you said.

I just like to see you

getting all worked up.

Oh, you do?

You know, they used to call

your father ''Boom-Boom,''

'cause that's all you heard.

If somebody hit him, boom,

he hit the floor, boom.

He was getting to be a joke,

and I...

I just don't want you

to become the punch line.

He was no joke.

What?

He did

the best he knew how, okay?

And so am I.

You're right.

Your father was the best

I'd seen in a long time.

He was a good friend.

He was good to your mother.

He could have been a great boxer,

better than me maybe,

and I was good.

When I see you now,

it could be him sitting there,

looking at me

the same way you are now.

And I'd say to him exactly

what I'm going to tell to you now.

What's that?

Cut the mush and let's get out there

in that ring, boy!

All righty.

You good?

- Yeah.

- Let's go, champ.

Hurt him, boy. Hurt him!

- Just wait.

- Why?

- Villa! Villa!

- Okay.

- Villa! Villa! Villa!

Hey, old school,

gonna get a whipping tonight.

You shouldn't

have showed up, boy.

Don't worry about that.

He's just bullshitting.

Let him run his mouth.

Can't hurt you with his mouth.

He's not so big.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

this is the main event,

ten rounds of boxing.

In the red corner,

weighing in at 182 pounds,

from Stevensville, Texas,

our own champ,

Mr. Robert ''Slick'' Stevens.

And in the blue corner,

weighing in at 159 pounds,

from Mexico with love,

first time fighting

in the U.S.A.,

Hector ''Boom-Boom'' Villa.

Yeah! Come on!

And the referee tonight

from Hollywood, California,

Judo Gene LeBell.

Okay, fighters, in the middle.

Nice of your picker friends

to come.

Too bad your mama

couldn't make it.

You guys know the rules.

This is a non-sanctioned fight,

but I want you

to stick to the rules.

If the guy falls down,

don't lay the boots to him,

don't step on him,

and no thumbing in the eyes.

Now, if you feel like it,

shake hands

and come out fighting.

What the hell

are those supposed to be?

He's just sh*t-talking

to get in your head.

Just stick with what I taught you,

and you'll be fine.

Stay loose, son.

This guy's a chump.

Do the job,

we go home early.

One more thing.

Knock that sh*t-eating grin

off that bastard's face.

I banged Maria

while you were gone.

She was begging for more.

Two,

three,

four,

five...

Fight!

That a boy, that a boy.

Pick it up!

Two, three...

Take the rest.

...four,

five,

six,

seven...

Okay, fight.

Come on, ref!

Didn't you hear the bell?

Get back to your corner.

What the hell are you doing, son?

He's good.

Yeah, he's good.

You're kicking his ass.

Keep it clean, all right?

You cannot stand

toe to toe with this guy.

He's too strong.

You got to work on all the stuff

we talked about.

Keep pressuring him, all right?

Keep working the jab.

Don't let him get you mad.

Boxing is thinking.

He's always dropping his lead hand,

but don't get complacent.

- He's good.

- Yeah, he's good.

Two,

three,

four,

five...

You okay?

Fight!

One,

two,

three...

Va, Hector.

five,

six...

Go, come on.

Break.

God damn it! Stop it!

Come on, man, come here!

That's it, son, that's it.

I think I hurt him.

Yeah, you did. Take a look.

Look at that guy. You cut him.

That's the way to move.

Move in one line,

move out the other line.

Change those angles going in.

Go in one way,

come out another way.

He doesn't know where you are.

You know what else?

You're faster than he is.

Stay away from that right.

He's getting in with that right hand.

Do not stand

in front of this man.

If you stand still, he can think.

As soon as you move,

he freezes.

A deer in the headlights,

the second you move, all right?

Push away!

I need you to

make this man miss.

You see him

breathing through his mouth?

You get him working.

You look like sh*t, bro.

Would you shut the hell up?

He's blowing air.

You see him breathing

through his mouth?

He's sucking air.

I need you to make him miss.

If you make him miss,

you'll wear him out.

Keep moving.

Don't stand in front of him.

It's all working.

He's going to give you that liver,

and I want you to bury your hand

in it up to the wrist.

You got me?

Right it into his back!

Get in there! Go on!

God damn it, boy!

Get in there and finish him, boy!

You hear me?

Yeah, Hector, get in there!

That a boy, that a boy!

Vamos, Hector!

Stay away from that right.

Get up, Hector!

Five,

six,

seven,

eight...

Fight.

That's right.

DaIe, Hector.

That's right!

You can count to 105!

He's ain't getting up!

You won, kid! You won!

You're out.

Ladies and gentlemen,

referee Gene Lebell

has called this bout!

Come here, kid.

That's my boy.

Two minutes and ten seconds

of the sixth round.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

And the winner by a knockout,

from Mexico with love...

You did it.

Hector ''Boom-Boom'' Villa!

Hey, Tito, give me a light.

You bet on the picker,

didn't you?

Yeah.

I bet all I had on the picker,

and everything my friends had.

What you gonna do

with all that money?

We're going home, jefe.

We're going home.

How much is a man worth?

Wealth is not measured

by money alone,

but by the kind of love

he has around him

at the end of the day.

Because it's that love

that gives him the will to fight,

to fight for something better

than what he had the day

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