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>From the jewel at the heart of the fabulous Las Vegas Strip...
the Montecito Resort and Casino is proud to present...
12 rounds of World Championship Boxing!
Introducing first, in the blue corner...
wearing red and weighing 154 pounds...
he has 32 victories, including 28 knockouts without a loss.
Originally from Ghana, now fighting out of Birmingham, England...
here is the undefeated challenger...
Cedric "The Cannonball" Barimba.
There he is!
Now making his entrance into the ring in the red corner...
wearing gold with green...
officially weighing in at 153 and one half pounds...
Hey, Ed, would you like to watch the fight from the corner?
I'd love to, but I gotta take care of some big shot.
Take him out of there. You got it.
The pride of Pomona, California...
the reigning and defending...
Super Welterweight Champion of the World...
Sugar Shane...
Mosley!
One word and you're dead.
Fighters, I gave you your rules in the dressing room, watch the head butts.
Watch the low blows. Let's touch them and have a clean fight. Let's go!
Mosley's had trouble with his left hand.
I wonder if it'll affect his performance.
We'll soon see, Bob.
Absolutely.
And there's the bell. Both fighters right into the centre of the ring.
Going at it pretty hard. Mosley circling left.
That left hand looks pretty good there.
Mosley's almost smiling.
There's real anger between these two.
Barimba's coming right back, though.
Both on their toes. Oh, Barimba! Sharp jab followed by a cross.
Doesn't look like Mosley even felt that.
Both fighters now exchanging blows.
Mosley drives Barimba to the ropes. Hard punches to his body.
Like they say, "Hit the body, and the head will follow."
They can't keep up this pace!
Does boxing get any better than this? No, sir!
Barimba goes hard to the body.
He's got him on the ropes! Mosley, right to the midsection.
Shane! How's the left hand?
Any chance the fight'll be cancelled?
You don't secure a place in boxing history...
by ducking fights with a cross-dresser.
These guys hate each other.
Unfortunately for Cedric...
the way my combinations connect, he'll be changing his makeup every round.
If there's any trouble up there, you can keep these posses apart, right?
You want me to crutch them?
- Why don't I hit their fists with my face? - Cedric, any comment?
I have four babies by three different women.
I'm working on a fifth with Mosley's old lady.
Hey, Barimba. You left this in the locker.
Hey, Barimba, what size is that?
I have no doubt the Mosley bout's okay...
but there's something going on with the prelim fight.
Sports book keeps dropping the odds on Riggs.
The guy he's fighting's a nobody.
- Shouldn't even be in the same ring. - $2.5 million in the last two hours.
On an under card?
Hey, listen. Move as much as you can, all right?
Why don't you go talk to the guy?
I mean, he's a local. Maybe you'll have the good fortune...
of finding out if he's gonna tank or not.
What if he cracks me in the mouth?
If he cracks you, that would be a good indication he's on the level, no?
All right.
- Danny. - Yeah?
Don't forget your mouthpiece.
Mr. Herman.
This is what's great about Vegas on Fight Weekend.
It makes Ancient Rome look like a Mormon dental convention.
If you and your wife are gonna make your tee time, you should get going.
- Car's waiting right outside. - Oh, geez, you're right.
Honey, we have to go.
She asked Lisa to stay with us for the weekend.
Nice. Sometimes dreams do come true, right?
I guess I'm gonna need three tickets for the big fight.
What?
Hey, Mary, listen.
I'm gonna need an extra ticket for the Mosley fight.
I'm serious. Mr. Herman gambles at least $1 million...
With two girlfriends?
One's his wife, and neither wants the threesome split up.
He gambles at least $1 million on a fight weekend...
so we want to keep him happy.
The tickets were gone a month ago. He already got two, that's all he'll get.
No. Mary, I'm asking for one... I can't.
One ticket!
Danny McCoy. Dad, hey.
Leg's good. It's good.
There's a problem on the job?
All right. I'll try to get there as soon as I can. All right.
Never make me go to the gym again.
I'm telling you. You should have taken that yoga class with me and Mike.
- It was really good. - Yeah, it was.
What did you do?
Some tae kwon do, a little kickboxing.
What, did you think I'll sit on a sweaty bicycle seat? I don't think so.
What's that?
Ladies, I'm no detective, but I think it's some kind of gym bag.
Probably some stinky gym clothes.
Coleman Riggs.
Hey, man. I'm Danny McCoy. I work at the Montecito.
- Bring the towels? - No. But I'll make sure you get some.
I grew up close to where you used to live, on Sycamore.
Yeah. I'm from Vegas, too.
I dated a girl that lived on the street named after you.
Yeah. I'm a real hometown hero.
I got your autograph after the Kappa fight.
That uppercut you hit him with was like an H-bomb.
It was unbelievable. Thanks. Appreciate it.
Yeah. Mr. Riggs...
the Montecito views itself as the premier gaming resort in Las Vegas.
Obviously, every fight that we hold has to be above reproach.
"The war to settle the score."
That's why I'm here.
There's been an irregular pattern of betting on your match.
- Everybody's betting on me, huh? - No. No, actually...
the other way around.
Has anyone approached you about throwing the fight?
The ring is where I live. Understand?
- Yeah. I don't mean any disrespect. - The ring is my home.
A man doesn't disrespect his home.
The only thing you gonna see me throwing is my H-bomb to his jawbone.
I hear you talking that trash again...
I'll break your other leg.
Henderson's looking to the end zone. Dillman's got the catch.
Unbelievable!
He said all the right things, but he wouldn't look me in the eye, so...
Is the number on him still dropping?
I'll tell you in a sec, here.
Riggs is minus 550. I'm gonna...
pull his financial records. The guy could be in a jam or something.
Listen...
I was gonna stop by my dad's job site today.
He's been having some problems.
Correct me if I'm misunderstanding.
You're asking for time off during Fight Weekend?
Are you sniffing glue?
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, Ed.
If you need me, I'll be back in 10 minutes.
No, if I need you, you'll be back in five minutes.
Okay. While I'm out, I'll talk to Riggs' sparring partner.
- See how hard he's been training. - It'll still count as a full day off.
What the hell's that?
Paul, come on. What are you doing in there?
Hey, which one of you guys is Riggs' sparring partner?
Thanks.
- Riggs ain't here. - Yeah, I know.
- Listen... - Are you his doctor?
What does he need a doctor for?
Hey, I'm not a cop, and I'm not with the Boxing Commission.
Look. He was jumping rope.
He almost fell down. He said he wasn't feeling good.
And then he left.
- You know who his doctor is? - Ange would know. Right over there.
Thanks.
I say we go shopping.
Aren't you at all worried about bad karma?
Something tells me she's a finder's-keepers type of girl.
My mom did not raise a thief...
and something about this feels like we're stealing from somebody.
Stealing? How is it stealing?
This money was left there for us to find.
Yeah, it's not stealing so long as we make an honest effort...
to find out who it belongs to.
This money represents a fantasy for us.
Mine's shopping. Nessa, what's yours?
A string of Mikimoto pearls. Now, Mike...
what would you do with the money?
What's your fantasy?
I don't know. That's nice.
Think about it.
You're right. There's no harm in contemplating a little.
You know what I'd do? DELINDA: What?
I'd take you ladies to Tahiti. NESSA: Oh!
I'd pay a local fisherman to ferry us to a secret beach...
tell him to leave us there...
and then I'd take all your clothes...
and burn them.
And then? Then I'd burn all my clothes, too.
Ouch! Now you're talking.
Now, lie back.
Get used to it.
You're on a beach lined with money.
Feels pretty good, right?
That feels pretty good.
Good. Now pretend you're on that beach a moment longer.
- Okay, now let's go shopping. - That's cold.
That's cold.
Hey, did you find Riggs' doctor? Yeah.
He's got a subdural haematoma.
This guy passed the physical. How did he get a licence?
But that doesn't mean he's gonna throw the fight.
You know? See, you're a...
glass-half-full kind of a guy. That's very nice...
but whether he dumps the fight or not, doesn't matter, he's done.
So notify the Boxing Commission, okay?
- Did you get anything on his finances? - Yes, he's broke.
Legit fight'd probably kill him, so he figured he'd just cash in.
Too bad. He seems like a pretty good guy.
He is a pretty good guy.
I've known a lot of pretty good guys that did a lot of bad things.
I just wanted to let you know about Riggs.
- I'm gonna head back to see my dad. - Yeah, that's cool.
We have a problem on Blackjack 6.
Move in now. God, everybody, move!
Everybody. Move in!
Let's go in now.
Get this chair.
Mr. Scanlan. Please accept my apologies.
I believe we have most of the offenders in custody.
- If you want to file a report... - You're damn right I would.
They took my leg. They took your...
Oh.
If you bring in another backhoe over the weekend you can...
make Phase 3 by Monday night at the latest.
Form it up and pour Wednesday.
Yeah. Concrete needs a week's notice.
Charlie still over there?
I took care of him when his bachelor party went overboard. He owes me. Yeah?
What?
They took a prosthetic leg?
All right. I'll get there as soon as I can.
Sorry, Pops. I gotta take off. I'll try to get back later.
Don't worry about it. This isn't your job anymore.
The job of a son is to help out his old man.
- You better get to work. - I'll call Charlie from the road.
I didn't see nothing.
One of them blindsided me, and the other one pulled off my leg.
Look...
I'm running all the surveillance tapes, so we will identify the thief...
and locate your limb there.
Just give me five minutes with those bums.
Hey, it's custom-fitted. It took months to make.
I promise you. We will find it.
You better.
Can't go into the ring with a cut man who can't stand up.
No leg, no fight.
Understood.
All right, play it frame by frame.
Hey.
Want your other foot broken? Get it off my desk.
Your shoe's dirty. Have it shined before you go on the floor.
And change that sock.
So. What about our leg thief?
I played this thing at least 20 times.
Once the melee starts, everything's blocked.
I mean, you can see a guy taking the leg...
but you can't see who it is.
And I'm playing it frame by frame by frame.
Wait a minute. Stop it right there.
Now push in on that.
- See that? His face is blocked. - Yeah.
Go in as tight as you can right now.
Stop right there. See that piece of chrome on that picture over there?
Move left, and push in on that. Go in as tight as you can.
Now, pull that image and print it.
All right.
Yeah. Thank you. That's...
My money. Me won, yo.
You's going to get hurt, bumbaclot!
- Where's the leg? - You don't know who you's messing with.
He knows who he's messing with. Maybe you didn't hear him.
Where's the leg, man?
- I pawned it. - Where?
I don't know. I went to a few places...
down by where they got the slide show on the ceiling.
- Which pawnshop? - I can't recall a name, man.
I's drunk as a church mouse.
Yeah, I can believe that. Go on.
Anyway...
Find the pawnshops, if there are any...
that sell fake legs.
Sorry about that.
Wait. Do that after we talk to Riggs.
I know what this is about.
- We have your medical records. - The real ones.
Look, I ain't gonna lie.
I've been through some trials and tribulations.
But this kid Saturday?
I mean... Jab. Jab.
Straight. Jab, jab. Uppercut!
I'm gonna put on one hell of a show for the Montecito.
I mean, he's gonna be backing up so much, he'll think he's a garbage truck.
Look, champ, I remember...
when I used to come watch you spar all the time, down at the Bristol, right?
Man, I'm telling you. You were pound for pound...
one of the best heavyweights I ever saw.
You were something.
So I just don't understand.
Why would you want to go out like this?
We'll say you pulled a rib muscle. That's why you had to withdraw.
If the press says anything... Press?
You think the press care about me?
They're gonna care. They're gonna care a lot if you take a dive.
Listen.
You know, a while back...
a couple of times...
I did things the easy way instead of the right way.
And it almost...
What I'm saying is, believe me...
whatever they're paying you, it ain't enough.
If you step in that ring, you could die. One punch could kill you.
If I don't step in that ring, I will die.
Please.
Don't make me withdraw.
You owe someone?
Yeah?
Hold on.
You're not fighting. That's that.
Sorry.
I should be Round 1.
No, the numbers are only temporary.
I just want to see how you walk with the cards.
Any luck with that extra ticket I need?
- It's first on my list, Sam. - Thanks. I'll check with you later.
- Okay. - Okay.
Well, Mr. Harimoto, how are you?
Hello, Sam. That girl over there.
Number 2? Hot.
She is exquisite. Yes.
- Can you introduce me? - Yes.
I can bring her to the VIP casino for you.
- Mr. Harimoto, how are you? - Danny.
Okay. Thank you so much, ladies. We'll be in touch.
- What's your favourite number? - Twenty-one.
Hi, does your friend still own that pawnshop downtown?
You finally gonna splurge and get me that ankle bracelet I've wanted?
I just need to know where a guy would go to pawn a fake leg.
What? Yeah. He...
- What? - I didn't say a word.
Yo.
They took away my room because I ain't fighting.
That's too bad.
Want a ride home?
Home?
You live in Vegas, right?
- No. Not no more. - Big Riggs.
Ed, I've had six golf balls come bouncing through the valet area.
Either someone's got a terrible slice...
or they turned the west veranda into a driving range.
- I'll check the tapes. - All right. Hey.
- What's going on, champ? - I ain't the champ no more.
Give us a second, okay?
Okay.
You know...
in 1995, I had $22 million.
I was the object of desire for women everywhere.
Now I ain't got a nickel to my name.
Two kids to boot.
You know...
if I can't box no more, I mean, they're better off with me dead.
Why are you talking crap like that?
I mean, what... What can I do if I can't box?
I mean, man, look, all I got is these two hands. That's it!
Listen, I understand. Listen. Do me a favour. Have a steak.
Hey, Joe!
Have a steak on me. I'll be back. Have a steak.
A big one. Come on.
Sam, get up here now, okay?
I really feel bad for this guy, you know?
He's got no skills, no money...
Hey. That's my good pen.
Here.
The guy's got nowhere to go.
Well, it's not like we have a choice.
If we left him on the card, the Boxing Commission...
It's just something about this guy breaks my heart. You know?
Yeah.
Maybe you can talk to your dad?
Yeah, I mean, are you sure an ex-champ is gonna want to dig ditches?
It's an honest job.
Hi. What's up?
- I need a room. - It's a fight weekend. We're all comped out.
- Forget the comp. I'll pay for it. - We've got one garden suite available.
All right. I need it for...
- three or four nights. - It's $1,200 a night.
- What's that? - With your discount, it's $300.
I'll take it for a week then. You got it.
Hey, will you scratch my foot? Bye-bye.
Just right down underneath the...
About here? Yeah.
Yeah, he's still at the Montecito.
You're damn right, he'll go for it.
I got your room situation straightened out.
Upgraded you to a suite.
So, them telling me I had to leave...
That was a big mistake. All right.
Are you ready? Yeah.
Yeah, the way I see it, he don't have a choice.
Unless he wants to end up dead.
Hey, Justin. How are you?
I talked to Charlie. All set. Concrete'll be here Wednesday.
That'll help.
Listen, I wanted to ask you...
remember I said Riggs was fighting on the under card tomorrow?
Well, he needs a job.
- What, here? - Yeah.
What does an ex-champ want with construction work?
He's broke, and he doesn't have any skills.
Why should I hire him?
I could teach him to operate the backhoe.
With all your spare time.
Look, he's a good man.
Well, so long as he knows what he's getting himself into.
Make sure he's here tomorrow morning, bright and early.
You want to go grab a beer later?
I'd love to, but I'm really... I'm really busy.
You've been busy a lot since Mom died.
Eventually, you and I are going to go out, whether you like it or not.
You can make $60 an hour operating heavy equipment. I could teach you.
I appreciate what you're doing, Danny.
It's just that all that money I made...
manager fees, lawyer fees, promoters, relatives I didn't even know I got.
My money's gone...
and the friends and relatives who thought I was so nice are gone, too.
Man, I thought I'd be retired right about now, you know?
Walking my kids to school. Fishing somewhere.
Spending time with my wife, man.
Not learning to operate heavy equipment.
Hold on here a second.
I'm Danny McCoy. I work for the Montecito.
I noticed you had a nice little run going here.
Could I get you a buffet comp?
Thanks, no. I just stopped by to say hi to a friend of mine.
- Well, maybe I could help you find him. - I'll find him.
Okay.
- You know this guy? - What guy?
Hi. Hi.
Mary, do you know Mr. Harimoto?
- Hello. - He gave me this.
Very nice.
We're dating.
Well, I'm sure he's gonna just love your round-card girl outfit.
- Is he going to the fight? - Actually, he is.
But he wants me to sit with him. He wants me to stay with him all weekend...
- so I'm not gonna be able to do this. - You're backing out?
- Eighteen hours before the fight? - Round-card girl pays $200.
Mr. Harimoto is really generous.
Anyway, aren't there like a million hot girls in Vegas?
No. George Maloof is giving a lingerie party tomorrow...
which severely limits availability, and there's a Brad Pitt movie shooting.
- Everybody wants to be an extra. - A Brad Pitt movie?
The point is, I don't have time to hold more auditions...
and you agreed to do this.
Sorry.
You realise you will not work for me again?
Oh, boo-hoo.
Back up, you told Delinda, my ex-girlfriend...
that you wanted to take her to a deserted island and burn her clothes?
I'm sorry. You should've been there.
I'm lucky I got out with my life, much less the $75,000.
- You want my opinion? - Yes.
You gotta turn it in, man.
That's what I keep telling them.
- But those girls... - It's just busting you up, isn't it?
Hey, I didn't sleep all night. Seriously.
I believe you. So, there's no ID in the bag?
No.
Yeah? All right. I'll be right up.
It's Ed. Want me to get this fingerprinted?
Yeah. That's a great idea, Danny.
Thanks, Danny. Thanks a lot.
You're welcome.
Hey, Heath. Take this over to Det. Perez and have him fingerprint it.
Okay. Thanks.
Mosley tells me he's still got a one-legged cut man.
I got the names of a few pawnshops.
I'm headed out with Vince to look for the missing limb.
I... How's everything with your dad?
- It's the normal father-son stuff. - Normal?
I haven't got a son.
It's like what you go through with Delinda, only fewer words.
Hey...
Here, take your old man to the fight. Have some fun with him.
Wow, Ed.
I'd love to, but I'm working the fight.
I'll make an arrangement.
Family takes care of family.
Thank you.
Tell your dad thanks a lot for taking care of Riggs.
I will.
And, Danny, thank you, too.
Yeah, we're looking for prosthetic legs.
- When are they cutting yours off? - Tuesday.
I got a bin over there.
Big business.
No. Mine's graphite. Took months to make.
All right. Don't get discouraged. We'll find it.
I'm Irish.
Hey. Look, nothing's changed with the tickets, and I'm very busy.
It's not the ticket. Donald Trump doesn't want to sit behind Steve Wynn.
Thought you'd want to know. Great. Another seating chart.
Just arranging the rappers is a full-time job.
Now I've got to find a new round-card girl.
You will be able to get the extra ticket?
Would you like to be the round-card girl at the Barimba-Mosley fight? Pays $200.
Never mind. Get the hell out of here, before I call security.
Beverage. Down. Go, go.
How old do you think she was? 16? 15?
Sam! Mr. Herman!
- You got those tickets yet? - Of course I do. Who's your daddy?
I'll do it.
- Do what? - I'll be your round-card girl.
Yes, but I want reciprocity. Mary.
I need the ticket.
Well, lucky for you...
Mr. Culpepper died in the steam room last night.
Oh! But Mr. Culpepper...
Yeah. Don't get too upset. He died happy.
You're gonna put on a bikini and parade around in front of 20,000 people?
Deal. Yeah, deal.
What's this?
Fight tickets, for us.
- The Mosley fight? - Yeah. Good seats. Can you go?
Remember the first fight we went to?
It was for your 10th birthday. Your mom bought us the tickets.
- It was a good birthday. - What time's it start?
Can you just forget about work for one night? Come on. It'll be fun.
- First beer's on me. 7:00. You can make it. - I'll try and make it.
No "I'll try to make it." You'll make it.
You sound just like your mother, you know?
Even have that same goofy grin.
- Can you make it to the fight or not? - I said I'd try and make it.
Tell me something.
When does Coleman Riggs plan on starting his new job?
- He didn't show up today? - No.
What the hell happened?
He was hit by a golf ball from the employee parking lot.
- Golf ball? - Golf ball.
Get me the tapes from the employee parking lot in the last 10 minutes.
Christie, it's Danny. Connect me with Coleman Riggs' suite, please.
Hey, Mikey. Did they find any prints?
No. No prints. Just some blue stuff.
- Blue stuff? - A blue substance.
Fortunately for everyone, they were able to trace it, so...
See you later.
What a nice bunch of well-behaved young men.
You tell Barimba that the fight, and his paycheque...
are in serious jeopardy unless that leg makes a quick appearance.
Will do. Heath.
Could I get overnights on Camera 3612, Building 2?
Put it on Monitor 51.
All right. Freeze on the little guy.
Who is that? I'm trying to figure that out.
This was recorded last night. Get me a facial recognition, please.
Blow it up a field over here.
Leonard Devito. A frigging popcorn operator.
Half a wise guy.
If Riggs is hanging with this guy, he's got to be in trouble.
Well, it ain't right.
Okay, here they are. They're headed for the elevator. Let's go.
Ed. Wait up.
Hey. You going somewhere?
You know, this guy's a world-class athlete.
You two are asking Secretariat to plough a field.
What are you doing?
He's going to Biloxi so he can make a decent living.
You think this guy cares if you kill yourself taking a punch?
- You watch too many movies. - Is this how you want to be remembered?
Fighting some in some tin can? Biloxi, Mississippi?
No one ever questioned your heart, man. It made you a champ. What are you doing?
Only value I got is who I used to be.
He forgets where he lives sometimes.
Doesn't remember his kids' names. He's hip-deep in medical bills.
- Biloxi's gonna get him on his feet. - Don't do it. Come on.
You used to work construction for your dad, right?
- Yeah. - I mean, if it's such a great job...
how come you ain't doing it?
Yeah. That's just what I thought.
Come on. Get out of here.
Hey, guys.
I think we have something of yours.
Let me just say, it's a pleasure meeting you.
Yeah, we really love the show.
I'm guessing they stay in character?
Method actors. That's cool.
Anyway, here's the money.
Yeah, you can count it or not.
It's all there. Seventy-five... Thousand...
Dollars.
That's real money! Guys!
My blue brothers, this is madness.
How could you do this?
What are you doing? That's real money.
You're right, Mike. This is a lot better than going to Tahiti.
I didn't want those Mikimotos, anyway.
Soon they'll start tearing the seats apart.
Barimba's camp claims they don't know where the leg is.
All right. Look, I'm through talking.
Why don't you grab them all and bring them to that green room by the arena?
Yes. It's going down like James Brown.
Good evening, gentlemen.
As I'm sure you know...
your fighter is waiting in the ring for this fight to commence.
However, this fight will not start...
until Mr. Shane Mosley enters the arena.
Now, he refuses to do so...
until his cut man has his leg back.
Now. I know who took it.
I know who was hitting golf balls with it.
Now you listen while I talk.
If there's no leg, there's no fight.
Except for one that's gonna happen in this room.
Me and Danny here, we're gonna go back to our office for 10 minutes.
But in 10 minutes, if I come back here...
and there's not a leg in the middle of this table...
I'm gonna bitch-slap every one of you so hard...
that your unborn children will come out well-behaved.
- Now, am I clear? - Yeah, man.
Let's go.
Yeah.
Hey, you're not in costume. You have to get out there.
I still have to talk to the T-shirt supplier and the beer vendor.
God. You're sick.
I had lunch with Mr. Harimoto and he had the oysters overnighted from Japan.
Geez. Okay. It's all right. Come here.
Yeah. False alarm. False alarms are the worst.
Look, honey. I'm so sorry you're ill.
- But I must get back out there. - I'll be okay. I'll put the bathing suit on.
Don't worry. I won't take back your extra ticket.
Thanks, Mary.
How long has it been? Long enough.
Here, run this...
He's coming.
You loose enough? Yeah. I'm good to go.
Now making his entrance into the ring in the red corner...
wearing gold with green...
officially weighing in at 153 and one half pounds...
the winner of 39 professional bouts...
including 35 knockouts, a three-time world champion...
the pride of Pomona, California...
the reigning and defending...
Super Welterweight Champion of the World...
Sugar Shane...
Mosley!
Touch them up! Let's go!
Mosley's had trouble with his left hand.
I wonder if it'll affect his performance.
We'll soon see, Bob.
Absolutely.
And there's the bell. Both fighters right into the centre of the ring.
Going at it pretty hard. Mosley circling left.
Dad!
The left hand looks good.
Mosley's almost smiling. Barimba's coming right back, though.
Sharp jab followed by a cross.
Barimba takes a solid right cross to the jaw.
Barimba's struggling now, trying to get up.
He's up now. Donnelly's giving him a standing eight count.
You all right? You want to continue?
He's backing Barimba up.
He's holding! There's Donnelly with the separation.
There's the bell!
You look great!
Where you been? Getting worried, man.
I forgot how bad the traffic was on Fight Night.
- So, how's it going? - Good.
That was a very professional job you did back there.
I'm serious.
Hold it. What the hell's that?
That... That would be a Blue Man.
And he brought his brother with him.
What's that, his cousin?
Get rid of the blue guys.
- That was fun. - Mosley looked great, didn't he?
Mr. Herman? What's the problem?
My wife. She ran off with Lisa. Her weekend friend.
Not starting from the basement, but he has a lot of expectations, doesn't he?
Yes, Bob. Bojado has a lot to prove to the boxing public. When he was coming up...
- he was labelled the next Oscar de la Hoya... - Do you have money on another fight?
No, a friend does.
Danny, we gotta do this more often. What'd I tell you?
Huh? Yep.
Your dad like the fight? Yeah.
- Thanks a lot. - Yeah.
You know, Riggs took a dive in Biloxi.
The results are posted downstairs.
- Well, that's good. - Why is that good?
He's alive.
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