Portrait of the Fighter as a Young Man Page #9

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What are you talkin' about?

What's the matter?

Mom, please?

All right, girls. Let's pack it up.

I know. We'll see him at home.

- What the hell?

- Would you please pack it up?

- Why?

- Let's get it put away.

If that's what Micky wants,

we're gonna put it away.

- There's your brother.

- Dicky...

- How ya doing?

- Micky?

That's nice. That's nice.

We've been working on it

for two weeks.

Sherri, come on, stop it.

All right, girls,

come on, let's go home.

It's not the time to do this,

obviously. Come on.

You stay here.

What the hell's going on?

- What's going on?

- We ain't gonna work together.

He don't want me to work with him.

What're you talking about?

That's not right.

Micky never would've won

Sanchez without Dicky.

That's f***in' bullshit! Take it back!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't you f***in'

talk to my mother that way.

- F*** you!

- F*** you!

Take 'em home.

Why don't you ask Micky?

If we're gonna train, they gotta go.

They gotta go, Mick, come on.

Ask him, George. Ask him if he would've

won Sanchez without his brother?

Hey, take him outside, all right?

No, I wouldn't have won Sanchez

if it wasn't for Dicky.

How can you say that to O'Keefe?

Because it's true.

I went with that game plan,

it wasn't working.

So I went back to what

I learned with Dicky.

And I wouldn't have won without you,

either, O'Keefe, OK?

I mean, you know that.

We worked hard. You got me ready.

You got your confidence

and your focus from O'Keefe,

and from Sal and

your father and from me.

- Dicky's a junk bag.

- Hey.

He's a junk bag!

- F*** you, Charlene.

- F*** you.

- I'm eight months sober.

- Oh, yeah,

and I'm sure you're gonna need

something now that you're out.

"Oh, my back. Oh, my back."

- F*** you always picking on me for?

- No, f*** you!

And what about O'Keefe?

We're in the same boat.

One day at a f***ing time, right,

O'Keefe? You know what I mean?

What, it's all right

for him to be here?

Why am I the f***in' problem?

I'm his blood, I'm his family!

- You are the problem!

- I'm the one fighting, OK?

Not you, not you, and not you.

- I know what I need.

- And you need Dicky?

I want Dicky back.

And I want you, Charlene.

And I want O'Keefe.

I want my family.

What's wrong with that?

It's not the deal we made, baby.

She's right, Micky.

That's not the deal.

It wasn't the deal.

Come on, you can't do this to us.

- You sound like them now.

- I sound like them now?

- Yeah, you sound like them.

- You sound like them.

How could I do this to you?

"You can't do that to us.

He can't do that to us."

You sound like them.

You should f***in' listen to yourself.

You sound like them and maybe

this is where you belong.

That's the way you love him?

- Charlene!

- Come on!

- You wanted your brother? Good luck.

- O'Keefe, come on.

- Mickey.

- Mickey.

Come on, everything

happens for a reason.

You know? Maybe it's for the best.

God has a plan.

Wanna spar with your brother?

Dick Eklund, pride of Lowell!

Watching that for years, huh?

Micky, Micky!

Whoa, hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Micky!

- Daddy! Daddy, Daddy!

- For crying out loud!

Take that baby out of here.

I told you take him away

ten minutes ago!

Sweetheart, you all right?

You OK? Your back?

What are you doing?

What's the matter with you?

Can this be my fight, Alice?

Just once?

Maybe just this one time

not for Dicky?

I know you think he's coming back.

He's 40 years old and doesn't

have a tooth in his head

- that's his f***in' own.

- I'll go f***in' ten rounds.

Let your brother talk

for a minute here, all right?

- What are you sayin', sweetheart?

- I'm Shea Neary...

Shut up before I bust your

f***in' head open, Dicky.

- Hey, hey...

- What're you gonna do? I'm Shea Neary.

You want me to bust

your f***in' head open?

Come on, come on! George, please!

- Dicky!

- Please! What are you saying?

- Tell me what you're saying.

- This is supposed to be my fight.

This is my shot at a title.

I won't get another one after this.

- Am I being selfish?

- No.

Am I saying, "Micky, Micky, Micky?"

You know what? If I am, I'm sorry.

I thought I was fightin'

for the championship.

And I thought you

were my mother, too.

I am your mother.

Yeah, Ma.

Mick, I'm sorry. I had no idea

you felt like that, all right?

If I made mistakes,

I'm gonna be better.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I am so sorry. I'm sorry.

Dicky!

Stay with him.

Dicky... Dicky!

- Dicky!

- Gotta do something.

Dicky, wait, come on!

- Micky wants you! I want you!

- I gotta do something.

I know what that means.

Don't do this!

Hey, Chan.

- What's going on?

- Hey, Dicky.

Hey, Dicky's back!

Hey!

Look at you!

What's up, my boy?

How you doing? Good to see you, man.

- You look good. Welcome back.

- Yeah, you're looking good.

- Great.

- Good to see ya.

- Welcome home.

- Hi, honey.

What's up, man?

You're looking good.

- Wanna head upstairs?

- Dicky's back.

- Hi, Dicky. We're gonna party.

- Go upstairs, man?

- Go upstairs, take a while?

- We missed you!

- Let's go, buddy.

- Come on, Dicky.

- Make for a little party for you...

- Hey, come back.

- What the f***'s that all about?

- What the hell was that?

Charlene? It's Dicky.

Get off my porch,

you piece of sh*t.

How f***in' dare you...

...cocksucker...

...f***in'...

You're a f***in' a**hole, Dicky.

I want you off my f***in' porch!

Why don't you just f***in'

come down here and talk to me?

Such an a**hole, coming to my

f***ing house. You piece of sh*t!

- Standing on my porch...

- Charlene...

It's not f***in' lady-like to be

shoutin' in the street like this.

You're such a f***in' cocksucker

coming over here.

- Please?

- Oh, yeah, you think I f***in' care?

- Come on, just f***in'...

- Get off my f***in' porch, Dicky!

Would you just f***in'

come down here... and talk to me?

What kind of dog is that?

Is that a Cocker Spaniel?

All right, I know you

can't f***in' stand me.

Really, what makes you say that?

I ain't got no use for you, either.

All right? But my brother loves ya.

And you can't just

run away because of me.

He don't deserve that. All right?

So I will quit if you want me to quit.

- You're full of sh*t.

- I swear to God.

I will quit if it means

you'll come back, all right?

But I want you to think about something.

Micky has a chance to do

something that I never did.

That in my time, I never had.

"Oh, yeah, my big chance

was with Sugar Ray Leonard.

I'm so great.

I'm the pride of f***in' Lowell.

Oh, yeah, I fought Sugar Ray Leonard."

I've heard it.

I came here to make things right.

- OK, let's make things right.

- Yeah.

Number one:
You didn't knock down

Sugar Ray Leonard. He tripped.

I was in the ring. Don't you think

I know what really happened that day?

All right? What have you

ever done with your life?

- I like my life.

- Yeah, what you ever done with it?

- I like my life now, Dicky.

- What have you done with your life?

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