Undisputed 2: Last Man Standing Page #2

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Did you call Ruben in L.A.?

George, Ruben is|an American attorney.

He can't help with this.

Did you even call-- Listen.

You better tell me something|I wanna hear right now.

I've already been|to the embassy.

They're very upbeat.

But they're telling me|the process can take...

anywhere from a month--

A month?!

What the f***|you talking about?!

Now, Phil, I swear to God...

you better turn around and|get me a team of lawyers...

and get me|the f*** out of here!

I will.

It's just gonna take|a little bit more time.

You f***ing clown!

You know what it feels like|to be in here for nothing, huh?

You're bullshittin' me!

Just be patient, George!|I'm doing everything I can!

My dear friend, Markov.

So, where are we?

He's uncomfortable.

That's a good first step.

I don't need first steps.|I need them to fight.

There's already bad blood|between him and Boyka.

I think he'll--he'll-- he'll fight.

- You think?|- Yeah.

Well, that's a nice surprise.

"Think" isn't|good enough, Markov.

I have to start making|arrangements now.

Eh...sure.

Th-th-the only|problem is, eh,

this idiot hopes|he'll go free any day.

Yeah...

Well, I'll handle that.

You just take care|of the fight.

- And Markov...|- Yeah?

Don't disappoint me, ok?

I said, enough!

What the f***'s going on?!|Why are you doing this?!

Ugh!

Ow, unh!

Argh!

Ugh, uh!

Argh!

Unh!

Aah!

Aaargh!

Ow!

Ugh! Unh! Ugh!

Ow!

Thank you.

What the hell was that about?

Nothing.

But thanks for|your help anyway.

Well, don't take it|personally, junkie.

I just don't like seeing|people getting bullied.

Unless it's me|doing the bullying.

Listen, Mr. Chambers...

there's something you ought|to know about this place.

E-even when you're getting|out any day, of course.

What?

It's owned by the mob.

I mean...|One man, really.

He owns the cons,|he owns the cops.

Ha! He's name is Gaga.

Ha ha ha!

- Gaga?|- Yeah.

So why are you telling me?

Just thought it best|if--if--if--if you...

If I what?

Go with the program.

Best way to stay healthy.

Hey! I got my own way|of staying healthy.

What's that?

Knock the other|son of a b*tch out...

before he gets a chance|to do it to me.

What happened?!

What?!

You think you come in here|and do what you want?!

F*** you! This is my world.

Motherf***er,|keep your world.

I don't want this sh*t.

And anyway, why you talking|to me right now, man?

Either throw your hands|or step the f***--

- If you're so tough, then fight me!|- B*tch ass motherf***er!

In the ring!

Man, f*** the ring!

We can do this sh*t right now.

B*tch-ass punk!

F*** you! Fight me in the ring!

Right now!|I'll take you right here!

- Come on!|- Come on!

What you got for me?

F*** you!

I'll fight you right now,|motherf***er! Come on!

- In the ring!|- F*** that!

You have to concentrate|on one fight at a time.

Forget the American--

Shut up! Do your f***ing job!

Heavyweight Champion|of the World.

I'll rip his f***ing head off!

Of course you will.

But tonight you rip|someone else's head off, ok?

Shut up!

Boyka.

So what are the bets?

and another 20 across 4 and 5.

Could be a lot better.|Give me the phone.

Markov.

What the hell's going on?

Fight starts in 15 minutes.

I'm walking to|the arena right now.

That's not what|I'm talking about.

What the f***'s going|on with Chambers?

We're doing everything|we can, Gaga.

You better do more, my friend.|You better do more, understand?

Yes.

Boyka, Boyka!

Fight!

Unh!

Unh! Ugh!

Ugh!

Boyka! Boyka!

Raaah!

Boyka! Boyka!

Unh!

Unh! Uh!

Arghhh.

Unh!

Raah!

Boyka!

Ugh!

Unh! Ah!

Uh!

Ow!

Argh! Argh!

Boyka!

Unh! Ow!

Argh!

Ow!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

Unh! Yaah!

Yah!

Ow!

Arrrrgh!

Unh! Unh!

Ow!

Unh!

Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!

Boyka! Boyka!

Unh!

Boyka! Boyka!

Unh! Unh! Unh!

Stop! Stop!

Unh!

Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!

Argh!

Argh!

Unh!

Warden wants to see you.

Only person I wanna see|is from the U.S. embassy.

You see warden now.

Ugh!

Motherfuck--!

Ugh!

That's enough.

Mr. Chambers...

you are making things|very difficult on yourself.

There's a way you can make|your time here much easier.

You've seen now|our resident champion...

Uri Boyka, in action.

We want to arrange a fight|between the two of you.

I ain't fighting, man!

I wouldn't take part in|this circus brawl bullshit...

you got going on here anyway.

The hell you call that sh*t?

A sport?

As I was saying,|if you fight...

you'll find that|things could become...

much more pleasant|around here.

Who knows? You could|even find yourself...

on a plane heading home.

Fine. Have it your way.

Sewage duct for whole prison.

Very old.

Clogged every day.

Go!

Uh, hell no!

Go!

Get that sh*t out of my face!

Go get it.

F*** you!

If you don't work,|then we'll make you work.

Heh.

What?

Don't give these|gorillas an excuse.

It's not worth it.

Give me number.

On your shovel.

Eighteen.

You bring it back to me|when you've finished each day.

Make sure you clean the sh*t|before you give it back.

Not bad for|an old Russian dude.

I've had time to practice.

Oh, Christ!

Man, you truly stink.

F*** you.

Maybe I should ask|for a gas mask.

Or maybe transfer|to another cell.

What, and miss out on|my sparkling conversation?

Looks like Crot gave you|quite a hard time.

Who?

The guy in the wheelchair, Crot.

Crot is Russian for mole.

You know...

that guy used to be a commando|in the Russian army.

I'm told that he was quite|a mean motherf***er back then.

He even killed a prison guard.

That old dude?

Yeah.

There's no way they're gonna|let him out of this sh*t hole.

Hmm.

But you, on the other hand...

you're one of the lucky few|that does have a way out.

Yeah? How so?

Take Markov's offer.|Fight Boyka.

Jesus, don't you|guys ever sleep?

Aah!

Look at you, junkie f***.

C-can't--

Argh!

You're lucky|to still be breathing.

Unh.

If he doesn't fight soon,|your luck will end.

Ah!

We bring you a message|from Boyka.

Argh!

Unh! Ow!

Ow!

Ugh!

Aah!

Argh!

Hey!

Ugh!

Argh!

Ow!

Unh!

Oh!

Uh!

- Uh!|- Uh!

Ow!

Ow!

Argh!

Move.

Move.

Ugh!

Argh!

Enjoy your new home.

What?

He's in the hole.

People change their minds|in that place.

Good.

Ugh.

Ow!

Hey.

Stand up.

Stand up. I have soup.

Pills.

Chew and swallow.

Help with your fever.

Why are you doing this?

Shut up and drink.

And take this, too.

Hey.

Why are you doing this?

Why do you care why I do it?

'Cause where I'm from,|ain't nothin' free. Why?

You never help anyone?

Probably not.

Motherf***er,|you don't know me.

That's why I bought|my mother a ten-bedroom house.

I don't do for nobody, sh*t.

You probably do|that for you, too.

Hey, you know what|your problem is, old man?

You been here too long.|You lost touch with reality.

Your problem is that you're|not accepting reality.

Reality is, I was framed.

I don't belong here.

And I ain't gonna|be here much longer.

You still don't understand.

They will never|let you out of here.

Get him cleaned up.

It is Beluga caviar.

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