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of your time.

Uh, one of your crew, uh,

had a weapon on him.

He said he was your security detail.

Unfortunately, he didn't

have a permit to carry.

My daughter wakes up at 6:00.

Okay.

I tell you what, Mr. Hope.

Uh, if, uh, you can remember

anything, anything at all,

like we said, sir,

don't hesitate to give us a call.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Mr. Hope.

Hey, baby.

You hungry or...

I could go down to the kitchen

- and get you something to eat.

- No.

All right.

Okay.

Mommy leaves it on.

Okay. Sorry, baby.

Daddy...

Yeah, baby?

Never mind.

Okay. Sleep tight.

Lei.

Come on, honey.

It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right. Here.

What the f*** are you doing here, man?

Where you been, Billy?

We been trying to get in touch with you.

Please, please, can you just

talk to me for a second?

Please, let me, let me,

let me go with you.

No.

Just please talk to me

for two seconds, man, please.

What do you wanna talk about?

Just whatever's going on

in your head, you know.

I just hope you're not

trying to do anything stupid

like going after Miguel or Hector.

What do you wanna talk about?

You wanna f***ing talk now?

Do you wanna f***ing

talk to me now, huh?

- Talk to me, you f***ing p*ssy.

- Geez, I'm sorry...

Talk to me, you f***ing p*ssy.

- You were the one who's supposed

- I'm sorry.

to f***ing look after her.

You were the one... that was

supposed to look after her, huh?

I'm sorry for Mo. I'm sorry...

and for your little girl.

Kid, no, no, no.

Get the f*** out of my house.

Get the f*** out of my house!

Get the f*** out! Get the f*** out!

Ain't f***in' nothing

needin' nothing, man.

No good f***ing piece of sh*t.

Hector!

Hector ain't here. Who is it?

Open the door.

Who is it?

I'm looking for Hector.

I got some money for him.

I said, "Move"!

You can give it to me.

No, I need to g...

I need to give it to him.

Uh, hold... hold on.

- Hector ain't here.

- Where is he?

- Is he out with Miguel?

- I don't know.

You think he tells me sh*t?

Yo, you gonna give me money or not?

- You got a hit?

- You his wife?

I don't have to be.

Not today.

That ain't money.

Yo, you got a hit?

Where the f*** is he?

- Hmm?

- Man...

I got kids, man. Come on, baby. Come on.

What are you doing?

Are you f***ing crazy?

Mommy's got you. I got kids.

Sh*t.

Hey, I need a hit, though.

Yo, you got a hit?

Hey. Hey!

I'm f***ing talking to you!

Where the f*** you going?

F***...

They're all gonna keep you

in that "Billy the Great"

bubble, you know?

Billy! Billy! Billy!

Billy "The Great"... Hope!

F***!

Hey, listen, Billy...

you've got a lot of money going out.

You know, with the mortgage

and your friend Gabe's legal fees

and all your taxes are due,

including your property taxes.

It's starting to add up.

Um, a lot of these are overdue.

Months, in fact.

- So... pay them.

- With what?

With my f***ing money, Simon.

That's why I'm here, Billy.

The money, it's drying up.

Look, you gotta see

what's happening here.

- Um, you need to cut back.

- What's up?

I mean, they've already taken

two of the cars.

What's it about, man?

It... it's real simple.

What's it about, you taking my money?

What?

- You stealing from me, Simon?

- No.

I'm just here to help out.

I can take care of this

if you want me to.

Please.

This is fine.

- You can give me that and...

- Okay.

You can leave this with me.

I'll take care of it.

Okay.

Billy, I just want to say

I'm really sorry.

About everything.

Hey, look, Billy. You need this.

This solves all your problems.

What is that?

It's the contract. To fight Turay.

Look, I'm not gonna pretend

I... I know the pain you're going through.

But I do know for you to get through it,

you have to get back in that ring.

No, Mo doesn't want me to sign that.

Mo didn't want you to sign it then.

Now she would want you

to sign the contract.

Why you say that?

Billy, every time I seen you fight,

you climb in there alone.

Every time you bled,

you bled your blood.

When you sat down on that stool

and it felt like death

and you thought you couldn't get up,

but you got up? You did that.

You need to get back to that.

You want Leila to grow up

the way you grew up?

You want her in the streets?

It's a three-fight deal, Billy.

Got to get back to doing

what we do, man.

When you're in the ring, you're gonna

feel different. I'm telling you.

It's not about contracts, right?

It's about family.

I don't know what I'd do

without you, man.

You ain't gotta worry about that, man.

Nobody would've expected Kalil Turay

to have his way throughout

the fight against Billy Hope.

Billy, put them goddamn hands up now!

Hope fighting in the wake

- of his wife's unexpected death.

- Get off that rope!

No aggression...

simply a will to continue

taking punishment...

Get off them goddamn ropes!

...and to allow Turay

to pound him with both fists

to the body and the head.

Ending it, now!

But it's been a bloodletting

from the first bell onward.

Yes!

Hope finally gets in a right hand.

Those have been few and far between.

- By and large...

- Control your fighter!

...it was a beat-down

by Kalil Turay,

who appears to have scored

- Return to your corner!

- ...an upset victory over Billy Hope

and perhaps, has put

the finishing touches

- on Hope's great career.

- Listen, you've got to breathe

and you've gotta focus. You hear me?

Billy, listen to me, man.

I'm not gonna watch this

happen to you, man.

I'm won't watch this happen to us.

If you don't show me

something here, I'm gonna call it.

You hear me? We're done. Wake up, champ.

Don't call it, man.

- Come on.

- No, don't call it.

What the f*** are we doing here?

I gotta end this sh*t, Billy.

You hear me?

I'm not gonna watch this sh*t

happen to you, man, all right?

Remember when we were done,

when we were done, you used to fight?

Like, get up, get up. Let's go.

Come on, champ. Let's go.

He keep looking

out the ring for Maureen.

He's losing his f***ing mind, bro.

Seconds out.

This guy is done.

- He's not the champ anymore. Finish him.

- Hands up. Fight back.

- Focus. Focus.

- Get out there.

- Come on, come on.

- Corner ready?

Get the damn hands up, Billy! Now!

Oh, man!

Billy Hope has refused

to compete here tonight.

Get off him. Get off him... f*** you!

Another giant shot from Turay...

...and the referee is gonna stop it.

It's gonna be the end of that.

It's over.

No, don't call it. No, don't call it.

- That's it, it's over.

- No...

And Hope head-butts the referee!

A horrible moment as a final postscript

to what has been a horrible

night for Billy Hope,

and a career which produced

so many thrills...

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

...and so much joyous glory,

appears to have ended

ignominiously here tonight.

Eli?

Eli?

Is Jordan here?

Is anybody still here?

You head-butt a referee, man.

What the f*** kind of sh*t was that,

man? Broke his nose, man.

Shattered his motherfucking cheekbone.

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