Tyson Page #3

TYSON:
They hiding.

PROPRIETESS:
What are you looking for?

RORY:
Come on, they're gone.

PROPRIETESS:
What do you want?

RORY:
Damn, man.

PROPRIETESS:
You can't go back there.

TYSON:
Girlies, what's up?

- Out. You go!

TYSON:

Where y'all at?

PROPRIETESS:
Hey.

- Hey, what are you doing back here?

- Get out.

- Yo, this sh*t ain't cool, man. Come on.

- Hey, get out.

TYSON:
Get off. Get off me.

PROPRIETOR:

Call police. Call police.

- Get out of here.

RORY:
Come on, nigga.

PROPRIETESS:
Hello? Give me police.

RORY:
All for some f***ing p*ssy.

PROPRIETOR:
You people the same.

PROPRIETESS:
I call the police.

F*** you, b*tch.

Call the f***ing police.

RORY:
What's wrong with you?

Come on, Mike. Let's go.

- You get the hell out of here!

- F*** you, b*tch.

One day I'll own this motherf***er.

What you wanna do, huh?

[PROPRIETESS WHIMPERING]

- Police? Two black boys attacked us.

- Come on.

- F*** you, motherf***er.

RORY:
Come on.

What the f***

is wrong with you, man?

Sh*t.

Come on. Let's go.

[SIREN APPROACHING]

He ain't nowhere.

ATLAS:
It wouldn't be so bad

if this was the first time...

...but it's like a regular pattern now.

Screws up, disappears.

Screws up, disappears.

How long's he been gone this time?

Three, four days now?

- Do we even know where he is?

- Molehills, Teddy.

Molehills, huh? Last week

he threatened a teacher at school.

Last month, he's boning

some underage classmate.

We'll just have to take him

out of school.

- Take him out of school?

- Obviously, it's a bad influence on him.

He's in the tenth grade.

He needs to go to school.

What he needs is an environment

conducive to his becoming a champion.

And what if fighting don't work out?

What if he actually has to

find a job someday?

- Are we done with this conversation?

- He needs discipline, Cus.

I think we ought to suspend

his gym privileges.

I only trained two world champions.

You gonna tell me what to do?

Any other fighter, you'd have

thrown him out so long ago...

I am not gonna suspend

my best fighter! That's stupid!

- Teddy, you got visitors.

- I'm busy.

No, I'll tell you what's stupid.

Letting this punk run wild...

...because you're too scared

he'll walk if you don't.

Don't tell me how to run my gym.

Our gym. Remember, Cus?

Six years now. Our gym.

BARANSKl:
Teddy!

- What?

Your sister is here.

ATLAS:
Mike Tyson?

- Yeah.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Mike Tyson's been f***ing...

Goddamn it!

Son of a b*tch! I'm gonna kill

that motherf***er!

I am gonna k... That's it.

I'm gonna take care of this my way.

Let's go. Come on. Let's get out of here.

You allow yourself to be distracted...

...you allow yourself to fail.

Everybody get back to your work.

- What the f***?

- Motherf***er, you went too far.

You know what this is about.

You know what this is about.

- What? What, Jamie?

- That's right, Jamie.

- Man, I didn't do a f***ing thing...

- F*** you. I know exactly what you did.

- No, man, she came after me, anyway.

- Came after you?

She's a f***ing kid.

Motherf***er, if you ever disrespect

anyone in my family again...

...I will kill you. Understand this.

I swear to f***ing God, I will kill you.

You know, if you want me

to be scared...

...you know, I'll do my damnedest.

Do you doubt me?

Just say it.

Do you doubt me?

MAN:

Yeah, right outside.

CUS:
What the hell was I supposed

to do, Jimmy? He had a gun.

Yeah, he shot it.

Well, no, not at him.

I think he was just

trying to scare him.

Still, it's a hell of a way

to make a point, isn't it?

He claims Mike was trying to get fresh

with his kid sister-in-law.

Yeah.

I guess I'll just have to find

a new trainer, huh?

Let it go. Five, five, six.

Knock that...

No boxer get into the ring

totally fearless...

...but fear's a good friend of

every good, reasonable athlete.

How does it feel to be fighting

for a professional purse?

It feels great.

[BELL DINGS]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[BELL DINGS]

[BOXER GRUNTS]

Yeah! All right!

[CROWD CHEERING]

[BOXER GRUNTS]

[CROWD CHEERING]

ROONEY:

Count him out. Count him out.

You okay? You sure?

[CROWD CHEERING]

Nice. Nice.

REFEREE:

Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

TYSON:

Cus!

Visiting hours are over. You can't go in.

Visiting hours are over.

- I gotta see him.

- You can't... No.

Leave him alone. Let him rest.

Visiting hours are over.

Come back tomorrow.

Shh. Come on.

He has been waiting for you.

Cus, man.

Come on, man. Please don't die.

Please don't die, Cus.

How am I supposed to die

when you won't even let me sleep?

Come on, man. Come on,

you gotta get better.

You gotta get better. L...

I'll mess it up without you, man.

I can't go on without you

always getting on me.

You gotta go on, Mike.

If you don't...

...if you screw it up...

...I'm gonna come back

from the dead...

...and whip your ass.

[TYSON WHOOPING]

Seven-seven-two. Look how good

he still looks, will you?

You know, he's 174 pounds.

Louis outweighed him

by 25 and three-quarter pounds.

Look at the way he's fighting

on the inside.

Just like Frazier with Ali.

Yeah, but he won't keep it up.

He's gonna lose his speed.

Are you listening to me?

I miss him, Jimmy.

I really f***ing miss him.

Hey.

Sh*t.

It's guys who can't cry

that I worry about.

I'm so weak.

- Jimmy, man, I feel so weak.

- Weak?

You're Iron Mike. You're Big Mike.

Man, I don't feel like it.

Not with Cus gone.

I could never figure out

what he saw in me.

He loved you.

Why?

Courage.

Heart.

And you got fists like bowling balls.

- Like wrecking balls.

- Like wrecking balls.

[JACOBS CHUCKLES]

You got me, Mike.

I'm not going anywhere.

[CROWD CHEERING]

ANNOUNCER:
So with

the championship already at stake...

... early in Tyson 's career, the spark so

faithfully nurtured by Cus D 'Amato...

... becomes a roaring blaze.

[TYSON GRUNTING]

Tyson baring in with those murderous

left hooks.

[BERBICK GRUNTS]

Down goes Berbick.

Berbick's struggling to get up.

He's gonna make an attempt.

And back onto the canvas.

This may be the end already.

At age 20...

... Mike Tyson is about to become the

youngest heavyweight champion ever.

LANE:

Sorry, that's it. It's all over. It's all over.

ANNOUNCER:

And that will do it.

[CROWD CHEERING]

So a new era in boxing begins.

At 20 years old, Mike Tyson

has fulfilled his destiny.

HULL:

Ladies and gentlemen...

...the time:
Two minutes, 35 seconds

of the second round...

...referee Mills Lane stopped the bout.

The winner by a TKO, and new WBC

heavyweight champion of the world...

...Iron Mike Tyson.

[CROWD CHEERS]

I would like to dedicate my fight

to my guardian, Cus D 'Amato.

He's up there looking

and talking to the fighters...

... saying his boy did it.

REPORTER:
What was the most

important lesson Cus taught you?

TYSON [ON TV]:
Cus always

depended everything on character and...

Yo, Mike. Yo, is that sh*t good, man?

Ha-ha-ha!

TYSON:
He saw I was good enough...

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