Undisputed Page #5

# Man up #

# Motherf***er, get your

manhood took #

# Man up #

Champ...

I'm looking to be

your friend, Champ,

I'm a gift.

Well, I don't need no gifts.

Who sent you?

Saladin.

He want to be your friend.

He kind of run things

for El Faziz Assassins.

You can check it out.

You kind of pretty for a b*tch.

But I don't want to owe nobody.

You tell him I said that.

Now get outta here.

You may be the champ,

but you are only one guy.

Let me help you out.

El Faziz Assassins give you

something, you take it.

You do not refuse.

I'm looking for Saladin.

Pleased to meet a man of

your great accomplishments.

You run sh*t here?

There's strength in unity,

brother.

In here we need cooperation

and understanding.

We are at times

discriminated against...

even within these walls.

Now, if you wish to come

and join with us-

Oh!

Brother,

if you don't join with us...

you'll be destroying

the unity we create.

Warden wants to see you.

That's quite a show

you put on there.

Come on. Let's go.

I'm disappointed.

Three incidents already,

one a near riot...

one an assault and now

a physical confrontation...

that has sent five men

to the hospital...

for medical treatment.

You've only been here ten weeks.

It is undeniable-

you are making

a very poor record.

The whole thing is,

they got to respect you...

or you nothin'.

I believe that

you're missing the point.

The warden is trying

to explain the idea...

of acceptable behavior.

I'm trying to explain to him

how to survive.

I don't think there

are too many inmates here...

who could challenge you

physically, Mr. Chambers.

You really don't understand.

When you're the champ,

everybody wants a piece of you.

Everybodys testing you.

My whole life, I got a problem,

I take care of it with these.

People love a guy who can fight.

Money, p*ssy, kiss your ass,

put you on TV...

put your picture

in papers, magazines...

anything I want, because people

love a guy who can fight...

and don't take sh*t.

# Murder #

# The choice I made,

so now I pay #

# Thinkin' back,

I have to ask #

# How'd it end this way? #

# You see,

it all happened so fast #

# I couldn't think twice #

# Now I'm chillin'

for killin' #

# And I'm payin' the price #

Who I'm with is none

of your business!

None of my business?

I'll deal with you-

Stop it!

You're killing him!

On the night

of December 1, 1990...

you beat a man to death

with your bare fists...

which because

of your profession...

and your training

are considered...

to be lethal weapons

in the state of California,

You've been found guilty

by a jury of your peers...

and you are sentenced

to life imprisonment...

without the possibility

of parole,

Good morning, Mr. Ripstein.

How are you today?

Don't give me no sh*t.

How the hell

is the fight comin'?

What fight?

We got the heavyweight

champion of the world...

and an unbeaten prospect

right here in Sweetwater.

Quit wasting time.

Set the f***in' thing up.

I know fights.

Long prize,

Monroe kicks his ass...

we can make

a lot of money here.

Mr. Ripstein, excuse me,

but you're talking about...

the real heavyweight

champion of the world.

Are you gonna fix the fight?

Sh*t no. Boxing.

It's a matter of style.

They all can be beaten.

Right time, right place,

the right circumstance...

they all can be beaten.

Mr. Ripstein wants

to see the Iceman...

fight a prisoner

we got in here.

His name is Monroe Hutchen.

And a real goddamn fight. Pure.

So, what do you want us to do?

I talked to the head guard.

He's OK.

But the warden's a problem.

Mr. Ripstein said

you can take care of him.

You know the drill.

You help him or you hurt him.

Now... about Monroe Hutchen.

The warden thinks it's time...

to give him a chance

to rehabilitate himself...

by socializing

with the other prisoners.

In six weeks,

I'm going on vacation.

On the fifth,

I'll be gone for two weeks.

First week in New Orleans...

second week visiting friends

in Tucson, Arizona.

If while I am gone...

if Mr. Hutchen happens to

get into a sparring match...

with Mr. Chambers,

I don't want to hear about it.

And when I get back...

I want this whole goddamned

enterprise finished.

Yes, sir.

Leaving no evidence,

no videotape...

and never to be spoken of

in my presence.

- Anything else, sir?

- Hit the yard.

Thank you.

Had to have been somebody

in the governor's office.

Soon as he got the call...

Mr. Backbone stared

arranging his vacation.

Know what that means,

don't you?

This whole load of sh*t

comes down on you and me.

There is no "you and me. "

I'm taking my vacation

right along with the warden.

Well, thank you

for your support.

Oh, come on.

You run the fight program here.

You want this to happen.

Here we go, Monroe.

Free at last, free at last.

- I'm not going to Folsom.

- What can I tell you?

Looks like the warden

went and changed his mind.

You get to stay home with us.

Yeah, Operator,

a collect call to Yank Lewis.

No. Yank Lewis.

From George Chambers,

the Iceman.

Yank. Yeah, man, it's me.

Who the hell you think it is?

Get your ass up here

and share the beauty.

Maybe I gotaa ticket

back on the gravy train,

What?

What are you talking about?

Remember your old buddy

from Miami, Mendy Ripstein?

Yeah,

His boy came up to me

and said...

that if I fight

some punk in here...

he could maybe

get me out quick.

If Mendy Ripstein says it,

then it's the real deal.

But you can't hear this

from some other guy.

You gotta hear this

from Mendy himself.

Then it's dope for sure.

If it's on the real,

I'll whip on this punk's ass...

and be out of here.

Who's the punk?

Don't tell me Monroe Hutchen.

He fought out of Oakland.

He was undefeated.

He was a real prospect, man.

He's a full load.

Even if he was something,

he's been in here for ten years.

I'm just saying it might not be

a walk in the park.

- I don't believe this sh*t.

- What?

You worried about me

being out of shape.

I've been in here

for four months.

That chump been in here

for ten years.

- You too much, man.

- What? That's concern-

Get the f*** outta here.

Yes, I want you to fight him,

In the cage, no gloves,

bare-fisted, to the finish,

I make a couple of calls,

I put down some money...

There's some people

on the outside...

that know you,

everybody knows him...

we'll get maybe twenty,

thirty-to-one odds,

It's easy to spread around,

maybe two hundred thousand,

You win, that's

four million bucks, maybe more.

And I think he can't wait.

What's in it for me?

Mr. Ripstein

uses his influence...

you stay out of solitar...

get the privileges

you been missing.

Privileges?

Offer me half the profit,

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm putting up all the dough

on a real long shot.

I'm taking all the risk.

What are you worried

about money for?

What are you gonna

buy in here?

You in here, too.

Probably gonna die in here.

What the money matter to you?

You're gonna get ten percent.

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