Locker 13
1
Know thyself.
That's an old saying.
Old as in Greek and stuff.
It's written on some temple
in a place called Delphi, right?
Six ancient philosopher-types
took credit
for coming up with that,
including Socrates,
so it must have been
some pretty cutting-edge stuff back then.
Know thyself. Hmm.
So you start thinking,
"Do I know myself?
"I mean, really, who am I?
"What do I want?
"Do I like myself?
"Am I happy?"
and on and on.
I mean, it'll drive you nuts.
But you don't truly know
the answers to those questions
until they're staring you
right in the face.
Well, folks, that about wraps it up
here at Gunsight Pass.
We're sad to say, it's closing time.
Want to thank everyone
for coming out to visit
our slice of the wild, wild West.
What about you?
What about me what?
Do you know yourself?
I don't know, Archie.
I'm just here to clean.
I been on the night cleaning staff
for 27 years.
I'm sorry.
No need. I love it.
Five days a week,
eight hours a day,
480 minutes, 28,600 seconds
of glorious, quiet "me" time.
And now, I'm gonna give you
those glorious seconds.
Um... thanks?
Hmm.
A job like this
where all you have is time,
you really can
get to know yourself.
You married?
Girlfriend?
No.
What's her name?
Erica.
Is she beautiful?
I don't really know.
I, uh, never met her in person.
We met online.
She was a tutor when I was inside.
You know the secret
to any relationship?
Trust?
Know yourself.
Now, I spoke
to your parole officer,
and, believe me,
this is the best place for you.
You have to think
of this as your second chance.
You were in the pen
for two years,
all that noise
and all that chaos?
In here, you get solitude,
not solitary confinement.
What were you in for?
Two years.
No, what'd you do?
I didn't do nothin'.
I sat there.
I was in jail.
No. What put you there?
The judge.
Okay, I got it.
Do we have to wear this uniform?
It's itching the hell outta me.
You ever been to Disneyland?
What?
No.
Come on.
I'll show you something.
Everything you see here
is to put on the illusion
that people are stepping
back in time to the Old West.
All the workers...
the security guards, the gardeners,
the chuck wagon drivers, and us,
we have to wear these uniforms
to make it more real for them.
It's a living, breathing town.
So there's
Nope, just you.
Just me?
Aw, come on,
nothing you can't handle.
There's a few tasks.
I'll show you those.
But most everything's
taken care of regular by the daily crew.
You're on your own.
That's why I keep telling you,
you got to know who you are.
There she is.
Beautiful, ain't she?
I guess.
Well, I thought
Well, not this one.
Apparently not.
What are these?
Part of my authentic
Western outfit?
Yeah, every day.
What the heck
Hmm.
You know,
I believe that each of us
has the capacity for great things.
Really?
Big things.
What would you be willing to do
to have everything you wanted?
I don't know.
Would you be willing to give up
your life as you know it?
Your soul?
There was this young boxer...
young up-and-comer
name of Tommy Novak.
Never heard of him.
Exactly, but he had aspirations,
he had plans, he had talent.
And then you know what happened?
What?
He made some bad choices.
He's nothing like the once proud boxer
we remember only a decade ago.
...Eight, nine, ten.
It's over.
You got a minor concussion.
I don't want you
sparring for a week.
Can I fight?
Doc?
I can't suspend you yet,
and I don't want to have to go
to the commission.
But I can fight, right?
- Right?
- Yeah!
Yeah, Tommy, you can fight.
No!
He said I could fight.
- It doesn't matter.
- Don, you heard him.
It doesn't matter, Tommy,
'cause I can't get you any new fights.
No undercards, no exhibitions.
You're not a draw, Tommy.
You're a punching bag.
The last two cards,
they were favors.
I've got kids on the come.
I've got contenders.
It's over.
I gotta move on, Tommy.
Don?
All right.
I got an up-and-comer,
he's gonna need some sparring.
I'll give you twenty bucks a round.
Keep you in the game.
Hurry up, old man!
Just need some gloves.
Tommy?
You're no boxer.
What'd you say to me, old man?
Give me your hands.
You're not a boxer.
Boxers score points,
boxers make deals,
boxers talk big,
but you're not a boxer.
You're a fighter.
Boxing is the science.
Fighting is the punishment.
Are you gonna take it,
or are you gonna give it?
You...
got a lot to give.
Twenty bucks.
He's so slow,
I should get a senior discount.
Come on, a workout!
I paid for a workout!
Yeah, Tommy!
Come on, Tommy.
Don't be afraid.
Little b*tch.
Oh!
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
Stop!
Stop it!
Hey! Hey! Get off him!
Get off him!
Wow! Is he okay?
Whoa, jeez!
What the hell?
Get the doctor!
Hey! I do you a favor,
and you pay me back
with two cracked ribs and a concussion?
Ray is gonna be out for a month!
Hey, Don,
I didn't mean to hurt him.
Yeah?
Well, I got a problem.
Ray was my casino undercard...
but after that show
you put on out there,
you give me an idea.
Ray was gonna fight
this local Indian kid named Billy Marco.
Now, there's no way
that you can beat that Marco,
but if you wale on him
like you just did out there
in the first round,
maybe the closed circuit
will get picked up
And maybe...
maybe you'll end up
on the weekend highlights.
It's another shot.
Tommy?
You want to fight?
Yeah.
And in this corner,
wearing black trunks
and weighing in at 162 pounds,
Tommy "The Trigger" Novak!
...nutritionist Hayley Con...
The Dow Jones
Industrial Average falls 200...
...China, 86 to 79.
Turning to local sports,
remains in critical condition tonight
after a brutal bout with aging slugger,
Tommy "The Trigger" Novak.
Marco had a promising career
fighting in
the Golden Gloves competition,
but his professional debut
was marred by a variety...
I'm not doing any more interviews
at this time.
The Trigger is back!
I'm getting calls
from the Vegas promoters.
They saw the feed.
You called it.
Couple of more big wins,
could be a main event
coming our way.
What about Marco?
Remember,
you knocked out a name.
That makes you a name.
You should be happy.
I'm happy, I'm happy.
It's better than losing, I guess.
Marco's opponent, Tommy Novak,
stunned the crowd
with his third-round rally,
mercilessly pummeling
the champion to the canvas.
Tommy, big things.
I got your next fight
lined up in three weeks.
You relax, take some time off.
Someone's here.
Yeah, a little present.
Hi, Champ.
So, you gonna help me open this?
- Hello, Tommy.
- Doc?
Still using those old gloves, I see.
Lucky gloves.
Give me a breath.
All right, let's take a look.
Yeah, he checks out, good to go.
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