Southside Page #3

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[Annie sighs]

Seeing as how, ah,

you and Travis

are becoming, you know,

such an item,

I just thought

maybe we should

get to know each other

a little better.

Like how, Jacko?

I don't know.

Maybe we could

hang out sometime.

I got some

really amazing videos.

I thought you and Travis

were best friends.

We are.

Who do you think

gave him those rubbers

last night?

- [Scoffs]

- Excuse me.

No, don't f***in'

turn away from me.

- You're hurting me!

- I'm talking to you.

Let go of my arm,

Jacko.

You know, I'm just trying

to be f***in' friendly.

Travis and I

are best friends,

so I just thought

if you liked him, you'd, um...

you'd really

love me.

Well, you're a creep.

Creep.

And Travis is sweet and decent.

Yeah.

Decent enough to do you

with my f***in' rubbers?

[Chuckles]

[Heavy metal rock music]

All right,

check it out, Errol.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

this is cool, right?

This is cool.

Aha, that's right,

Burrhead,

you're just like

one of us now.

Yeah.

What's up?

Did you finish

already?

F*** off.

Hey, sweetheart,

come here.

Hey.

Mm.

Baby, why don't you get my boy

another brew, huh?

All right.

Hey, you got

a dagger?

Nah, I don't f***

with it.

No, hey, my cousin's a sissy

from upstate.

Man, he don't mess

with tattoos, do you?

[Chuckles]

Yo, this here's

Sangster, man.

He's that boxer I was

telling you about, right?

Gonna stomp the sh*t

out of that Southside fairy

on Friday night.

(man)

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah,

yeah, man.

It's like

an honor.

I heard how you the best boxer

and all, right?

Yeah, nice crew

of friends

you picked up here,

Stosh.

Oh, we're very

open-minded.

Right.

(Dumiak)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Chill out.

Chill.

That's the first time

I ever seen

somebody croak himself.

You Sangster?

What if?

[Sighs]

You got next of kin

you want notified?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

[Mockingly]

Yeah.

[Scoffs]

Thanks

for the hospitality.

But I didn't come

to talk to you today.

You're just one stupid f***,

ain't you?

At least you got some balls.

Well, this is between us boxers.

It's about Travis.

We're listening.

I'll talk

to you only.

We ain't listening

to nothin'.

Go on, get the f***

out of here.

It's cool.

It's cool.

Go on.

Yo, check that bullshit out.

You see that sh*t?

That's f***ed up.

Sh*t.

[Crowd chattering]

(Jacko)

Come on, come on,

jab, jab, jab, jab, jab.

Stick it.

Come on, Trav,

stick the jab.

Combos:
One, two.

One, two,

one, two, one, two.

Follow me.

Follow me.

Come on,

right back here.

Jab, jab,

jab, jab, jab.

To the body.

To the body.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on.

Dig in!

Dig in!

Ha, ha, ha!

Yeah-heah-heah!

Hoo-hoo!

Yes!

We're gonna kill this f***er!

Yeah!

Hey, where you goin'?

Uh.

I gotta take a piss, man.

Shitter's clogged.

It's gonna be kind of hard

to piss with the gloves on,

isn't it?

Guess I'll just flip it

in the bowl.

[Jacko chuckles]

Whew.

It's f***in' hot in here.

[Chuckles]

Yeah.

[Chuckles]

[Cheers and applause]

[Cheering grows louder]

Kick his f***in'

ass, Trav!

Northside eats sh*t!

[Cackles]

[Crowd clamoring]

And then

when you're ready,

clinch it and kick the sh*t

out of him, all right?

All right?

All right.

[Crowd clamoring]

No low blows.

Break on my command.

Have

a clean fight.

[Bell dings]

(man)

That's it!

Another one like that!

Another one like that!

Another one like that!

(Jacko)

Keep your hands up, Trav!

Travis, come on!

Go, go,

go, go, go!

Oof!

[Echoey pounding]

[Echoey dinging]

[Crowd jeering]

Come on, what the f***

are you doing, man?

Clinch him.

What are you

f***in' doing?

Shut up!

F***er.

Your friend's

an a**hole.

You're beautiful, baby.

You're beautiful.

Keep it up,

okay?

[Whoops and applause]

Punch him, tie him up,

clinch him, and then smash him.

Do you hear me, Travis?

Do you hear me?

Huh?

Do you hear me?

[Crowd clamoring]

[Bell dings]

(man)

Get inside.

That's it.

[Sonorous pounding]

Low blow!

One point!

One point!

(Gordon)

Let's go!

Come on, ref, bullshit!

That's bullshit.

Don't take those hooks

from him.

Come on, Travis!

Throw that left hook!

Throw that left hook!

Come on.

Hook to the body!

Hook to the body!

Start jabbin' him!

Come on!

Come on!

(Gordon)

Okay, go, boy, now!

Come on, Travis!

[Bell dings]

(man)

Hey!

[Bell dinging]

What the f***

is wrong with you?

You're losin' it,

for Christ sakes.

This is the last round,

right?

Last goddamn round.

I want you to give it

everything you got.

[Cheers and applause]

[Echoey]

Kill the son of a b*tch.

Come on.

Get in there and kick the sh*t

out of this a**hole.

All right?

All right?

[Bell dings]

[Wild cheering]

[Sonorous pounding]

Clinch him!

Clinch him, Travis!

Punch him!

[Bell dinging]

[Metal clanging]

Bullshit!

You f***in' won!

Sh*t,

we all saw it!

He was saved

by the f***in' bell.

Scout from Vegas,

and I lose.

Sangster was out on his feet.

He was out on his f***in' feet.

(Gordon)

No, your guy here told you

what Travis could do, huh?

He just lost concentration

is all.

Yeah, okay,

I'll call Slade.

We'll set a rematch.

I'm telling you,

Mr. Murray,

this kid

is the f***in' white hope.

He's gonna make you

a fortune, guaranteed.

Yeah, okay,

bye-bye.

[Phone receiver clicks]

Huh?

[Chuckles]

Guess what.

[Chuckles]

We ain't dead yet.

F***in' scout

loved what he saw.

I just talked

with Slade.

You guys fight again

in two weeks.

[Chuckles]

Huh?

I want him

out of here.

I don't want to hear

your f***in' voice

right now, Pascoe.

Get the f***

out of here.

F*** you,

you f***in'...

Just go on, man.

I'll meet you

round back.

(Jacko)

You sack of sh*t.

I'll meet you

round back.

[Locker door rattles]

Piece of sh*t.

[Door slams]

He's a f***in' loser.

He's my friend.

Oh, f*** him.

I am taking you

to Wildman's, hmm?

What?

I'm taking you

to f***in' Wildman's gym.

Charlie Murray

and the King are there.

I'll show you what

a real f***in' champ looks like,

all right, huh?

What?

But I can't leave my mother.

What are you talking about?

I'm taking you to meet

Charlie f***in' Murray,

the man himself.

I can't leave her alone,

you know,

not with my dad around

not working.

What are you, a baby,

for Christ sakes?

All right, f*** it.

We'll take her along,

a little holiday, huh?

And then in two weeks,

when you beat f***in' Sangster,

Charlie Murray will make you

a f***ing pro, huh?

[Chuckles]

[Groans]

We ain't dead yet, huh?

[Kissing sound]

[Sighs]

(Jacko)

You can't make

the same mistake again.

What happened?

What went wrong?

(Travis)

I don't know.

Just froze up,

that's all.

Seemed

so f***in' easy.

Yeah, I figured that out

after the last round.

The clinch is what works

for you, right?

It gets you going.

Why the f*** would you

save that for the last round?

I don't know, man.

The f***in' bastard

was controlling the fight, man.

He was making me do

what he wanted me to do.

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