Portrait of the Fighter as a Young Man Page #3

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- What are you doing in this place?

- There you go. There you go.

Why can't we just go to the f***in'

airport for once, please?

- We got a plane to catch.

- Hey, Alice, what about your husband?

He's laying on the f***in' ground.

You wanna help your husband?

What are you doing running in here

like a silverback f***in' gorilla?

- We had to get him, for Chrissakes.

- Yeah, you got him all right.

You got him, pal.

You see Mamby?

You see how Mamby's arm comes up?

Leaves his side open, you just

light him up like a pinball machine.

He's gonna be pissin' blood.

No way you lose, Mick. No way.

- Hey, Lou.

- Dicky boy.

Hey, listen, what? ESPN can't

get us better rooms than this?

I wouldn't worry about

the rooms right now, Dicky.

- We got bigger headaches.

- Like what?

- Doctor won't let Mamby fight.

- Why not?

- He's got the flu.

- Mamby got the flu?

Yeah.

Micky, we can still have a fight.

- With who?

- Mike Mungin.

Mike who, Mungin?

Who's that?

Guy from Philly?

Isn't he in prison?

He's been out a few months. I've

called everybody, checked everywhere.

He's the only guy I could find.

My last few fights were rough, Lou.

This one's supposed to be easier.

I mean, we've been f***in'

preparing for Mamby.

Yeah, but this guy

just came off the couch.

He's been sittin' on his ass.

Could be an easy win for Mick.

Joey Ferrell, remember him?

He knocked his ass out.

Micky knocked out Joey Ferrell.

Exactly.

And Mungin just got off the couch.

Can't make weight.

Might be a bit over, though.

- How over?

- Maybe 162, 165.

One-sixty-five?

Micky dropped weight. He's 146.

Lou, we prepared for Mamby. All right?

We prepared for Mamby.

This guyjust got off the couch.

Micky's in shape.

Roadwork, everything else.

This other guy, he hasn't done dick.

Don't forget, you don't fight,

nobody gets paid.

OK.

So, Lou... Come on, please.

Mick...

Joey Ferrell knocked him out.

Gonna be a hell of a fight, huh?

- I'm not doing this. 165 is big.

- You knocked out Joey Ferrell.

- So what? He's a middleweight.

- He just got off the couch.

He's got 20 pounds on me, Dicky.

Joey Ferrell knocked him out,

you knocked out Joey Ferrell.

- You just said that.

- Yeah, right. You can't be scared.

- Scared?

- Yeah.

- Why don't you go f***in' fight him?

- I'll go f***in' fight him. He's fat.

Good. Snap out the teeth.

This is your big comeback, right?

- That's what Alice wants.

- You knocked out Joey Ferrell.

All right. I knocked out Joey Ferrell,

OK? But the guy is a middleweight.

I'm a welterweight. They didn't have

a f***in' heavyweight to throw in there?

Tell him, Dicky. He can do it, right?

He can do anything.

Oh, yeah, Alice. No problem.

You watch from the outside, pal.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mike "Machine Gun" Mungin!

Holy sh*t.

Hey, hey, look.

That's Sugar Ray Leonard.

Hey, Ray. Ray, Ray, Ray.

- Hey, Ray! Sugar Ray! Over here!

- Dicky.

Come on, look at the size of that guy.

- Holy sh*t.

- Yeah, holy sh*t.

That guy's no welterweight.

All right, Mick. We'll have to run

the first few rounds, tire him out.

He did not just get off

the f***in' couch.

If he did,

I'm gonna buy a couch like that.

I don't care who that guy is...

Look at me.

You're Micky Ward.

You're Micky Ward.

Micky Ward, fighting a last-minute

replacement from Philadelphia.

Ward, thrown around

by a much bigger man!

- Punches, smashing Ward back!

- Jab!

Now it's big Mike...

Ward goes down! Ward goes down!

- Come on! Come on!

...four, five...

...six...

Micky Ward's a f***in' bum!

Get rid of this dude!

- Shut up!

- Motherf***er!

Mungin didn't even

know he'd be fighting today.

Hey, you, back off!

Come on! No, no, no, Mick!

Ward, a respected fighter.

You hope this mismatch

doesn't hurt his confidence.

- You're a loser!

- You're a loser!

Ladies and gentlemen,

before we get started,

a lot of people have been asking

about the big night

of boxing on November 4.

Three world championship bouts...

Ray! Hey, Ray! Ray!

- Hey!

- Dicky. How you doin', man?

- How are ya?

- All right, man.

He's 165 pounds.

ESPN screwed us. You know?

- The guy was huge.

- Hey. You know, I...

I knocked Ray down.

I look like sh*t,

but I knocked Ray down.

Hey, let me buy

you guys a drink. All right?

- Want a cold one?

- No, no, no.

I got to leave. I got a plane to catch.

Next time, right?

Hey, Ray, wait, wait. HBO's makin'

a movie on me. You know?

Can I call ya?

I'm gonna get a fight, and I just like

ya to be there for old time's sakes.

- You commentate or something.

- What's the movie about?

My comeback. Right?

- Call me. Love you, brother.

- I'll call ya.

You don't be a stranger!

He's funny,

"What's the movie about?"

What's that?

You can do better. You're too

good a boxer, I've watched you.

- Are you going to the hospital?

- What is that?

- They said I need to get stitches.

- Mick, nobody's got heart like you.

You're a very talented fighter,

but you're not getting the right fights.

- It's killing your chances.

- What's he talking to Mike Toma for?

- I don't know, Dick.

- I want to give you a real shot.

I want you to come with me.

I want to pay you to train with my guys.

- Where?

- Las Vegas.

Do it right and make one last run

at this thing before it's too late.

What about my brother?

With all due respect,

he's too much trouble.

You owe it to yourself

to come to Vegas.

Come on, Mick,

what has Dicky done for you?

He got you into fights, he lets

you get beat, like you did tonight.

You shouldn't have been in that fight.

Eighteen pounds, think of it that way.

You should've given it up.

Sit down in the car there.

Come on, you.

- Sit the hell down.

- A little more Scotch for Mama.

There you go. Nice and easy.

Don't hurt yourself coming back.

- Will ya, ya old broad ya?

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, that Sugar Ray,

he's a beautiful man, isn't he?

He didn't recognize me

straight away.

You seen the way

he was looking at me?

He's a good guy.

I like him, I like him.

I seen him on ringside, he was

so happy seeing me and Mick together.

He's all about family, that guy.

Loves to see a family stick together.

Mick, what'd Mike Toma

want with you last night?

- He wants to train me in Vegas.

- What?

You can't trust that guy, Micky.

He ain't family, you know?

You don't know him. He say anything

about me? Did he say I could come?

He didn't mention you.

What are you gonna do in Vegas

without your brother?

That guyjust wants to use you

like a piece of toilet paper.

What are you gonna do in Vegas

without Dicky? Without your family?

- I know, that's what I told him.

- You told him that, right?

Yeah, I told him. I said that I needed

to be with my family in Lowell.

That's right.

Nothing wrong with that.

Sugar Ray said call him.

We're gonna call him, baby.

That's right.

You guys can spar a little, right?

Where are they?

- There's my champ!

- Daddy's home!

- Daddy's home! Daddy's home!

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