Portrait of the Fighter as a Young Man Page #2

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- Oh, my God.

That's your punch.

That's your liver punch.

It shuts the whole f***in' body down.

George's fingers are so f***in' fat,

he can't even dial the phone!

Hey, right there, Tar!

That's not helping, George!

- Hold on. Wait a minute. I'm confused.

- What?

- Yeah, I'm confused, too.

- We're confused.

- George is whose father?

- You're confused?

- Dick Eklund Sr. Is Dicky's...

- Donna's, Gail's and Phyllis's father.

- Is Dick Eklund.

- Yeah.

And even though Alice is an Eklund,

so is Cindy and Cathy,

- George is really their...

- And Micky...

- No. Micky and I are...

- Sherri Ward.

- We're Wards.

- The Wards.

It's not the way it sounds. Dick Eklund

and I were separated, right?

And then there was George,

just George. George is my man.

- Georgie's our poppa.

- After Dick, it was just George.

Charlene! Charlene!

Hey, Charlene!

- We're doing shots with Charlene!

- Yeah, you get over here.

- Come on! Come over here.

- Come on, drink yours.

On the count of three... Three!

Good job, fellas.

Oh, hey, one more time.

Why don't you just go talk to her?

She's a nice girl.

I told her all about you.

I don't wanna ask her

if she's gonna say no.

Can't beat that ass, can ya?

Get out of the booth.

Come on. Come on.

Are you just gonna stand there

and stare at my ass?

Your father stares at my ass,

but he talks to me.

Thinks you're the greatest.

- He didn't tell me you were mute.

- Keep the change, doll.

He told me you're

Kenny Fleming's sister.

- This is a tip?

- Yeah, that's my tip.

You know what the bell

says about this tip?

Cheap bastard. Cheap f***er.

Comes in here every day,

gives me shitty tips.

- F*** that.

- Yeah, f*** you, too.

- Forget it, boys...

- You pave streets, right?

- Yeah, I do. And I'm a fighter.

- Oh, yeah,

I heard you were a stepping-stone.

- No, I'm no stepping-stone.

- You're the guy they use,

against the other fighters

to move the other fighters up.

I've had a few tough fights,

but that's not who I am.

The next fight's gonna show who I am.

Yeah, and he's

gonna lose that one, too.

Scotch and soda, Charlene.

And one for yourself.

So move that sugar ass

and get my...

You be nice. OK?

Be respectful.

Don't disrespect her.

Hey, don't hurt your hands.

We got a fight next week.

Besides, you wipe

your ass with that one.

Don't lean up, or I'm gonna hit you

in the cocksucker.

- He's gonna beat Saoul Mamby, say it!

- Yeah, he's gonna beat him!

Right? Right? Hey!

- Right.

- That's right!

I'm gonna take your drink, as well.

I'm taking his drink.

Hey, this guy's gonna be champion.

He's a great guy.

He's a great fighter. You can't

go wrong. Thanks for the drink.

Those cameras are makin'

a movie about him.

He knocked down

Sugar Ray Leonard on HBO,

that's why they're following him

around with the camera.

And now they're making

a movie about his comeback.

Yeah, everybody's talking about it.

But who are you fightin'?

- Saoul Mamby.

- Saoul Mamby?

- What kind of name is that?

- Black and Jewish.

Where did they find a guy like that?

He's no joke. Former world champ.

- Former champ?

- Yeah.

- I match up good with him though.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- What does that mean?

Well, I got lighter, you know?

I have a reputation for brawlin',

but I'm not gonna brawl with him.

I'm gonna try and out-box him.

- And there's a difference?

- Yeah, you know.

Brawlin', you slug it out.

I hit you, you hit me.

Boxing's a chess game, you know?

I pick my punches to take him down.

And go head, body, head, body.

- What is "head, body, head, body"?

- Well, I hit him in the head,

and then his hand's gonna go up

to protect himself,

so it opens up his body,

and then when I hit him in the body,

the hand goes back down,

I go back up to the head,

hand goes back up, hit him in the body.

People who don't know fighting

think you can do a lot of damage

hitting somebody in the head,

but you do more hitting 'em in the body.

So what do you think?

Can I take you out?

Are you married?

No. Would I ask you out

if I was married?

- What kind of guy do you think I am?

- Happens all the time. Trust me.

I'm not like that.

I'm not married. I got a daughter.

I see her every other weekend.

Her name's Kasie. But that's it.

Come on. Let me take you out.

When?

Saturday night.

I get back from Atlantic City.

- Is this the real number?

- You have to call it and see.

I will. Saturday. Dinner and a movie.

- Hey. Jimmy.

- Micky, hey. How's it going?

I don't think Laurie's

expecting you right now.

What's he doin' here?

This isn't your visitation day, Micky.

Look, I just want to say hi to Kasie.

It's not your day. Good-bye.

Yeah, but I'm not

around next weekend.

- You ditchin' the days you do have?

- No, I have a fight. I told you that.

- Jimmy...

- I can't get in the middle.

I can't talk to her, OK?

So I'm asking you, Jimmy.

I want to talk to my daughter. Now.

- Talk to your father.

- Goddamn it, Jimmy.

Daddy's gonna fight Saoul Mamby.

That's right. I want

to tell you that after I win,

I'm gonna start making good money,

and I'll move into a bigger apartment

like we talked about

so you can live with me more days, OK?

- Yeah, bigger apartment!

- Wish me luck, all right?

Don't hold your breath, Kasie.

It's cruel to mislead your child, Micky.

Good luck, Daddy.

Thanks, Kasie.

I love you, honey. Bye, baby.

Where is he?

Jesus Christ.

Un-f***ing-believable.

- Quit worrying, for crying out loud.

- Blow that sh*t in my face.

You know, it's none of my business.

I go to a lot of meetings,

and they have a saying,

"Let Go and Let God."

- You gotta let him go, Mick.

- He's taught me everything I know.

He's been in my corner.

I can't do it without him.

You're already doing it without him.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

Look, you know where he is.

Why don't you just go get him?

- Can you get him?

- I'm not f***in' going to get him.

Are we all gonna go over there in

the limo with Alice? We can't do that.

Dicky.

- Your mother's outside.

- What?

Dicky, your mother's outside!

She's down there!

I'm not here.

- Oh, no.

- What?

- I gotta go check...

- Dicky, no!

Don't, Dicky! Dicky!

- He's goin'...

- Dicky...

...better get out of here.

- Dicky, no!

Quacka, what the f*** are you doing?

You know we gotta go to the airport

now. We got a flight to catch.

You know how important

this fight is to me.

Hey, don't tell Ma I'm here,

all right?

- She knows!

- No, no, no.

- Pick me up back at the house.

- Are you f***ing...

- I'll go through the yards.

- She's in the driveway right now.

All right, but hurry up.

She's in the f***in' driveway.

- We got a flight to catch.

- You son of a b*tch.

You do this on the day your

brother's traveling?!

What are you doing?

- Why'd you make me do that?

- What the f*** you hit him for?

Why'd you make me do that to you?

- Jesus!

- Oh, my God, Dicky.

I was on my way! Ma...

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