"This is my life." "From now on, anyways." "Wow." "You don't know where to get such a car." "I know someone." "You only have to give him a call." "He can get you any spotter you want." "You don't get it, do you, man?" "I want to change my life, bro." "No more shit... just a good life." "Well, I hope it works out for you." "It will." " Ben Wilson?" " Yeah." "You're being released." "All right." "Take care, buddy." "Hey, I hope you get everything that you're hoping for." " Thanks, man." " Okay." "You look after yourself." "A watch." "Is that your watch?" "I haven't seen it in a while." "Is that your watch, yes or no?" " Yeah." " Okay." "A leather jacket and a pair of jeans." "Sign here." "I hope I don't see you again." "Yeah?" "Mom?" "Who is this?" "Mom, it's Ben." "I don't know anyone by that name." "Mom, what's the matter?" "Nothing, nothing." "Everything's okay." "Come here, come here, it's okay." "Ben!" "Ben, Ben!" "Come on, Jack." "You've grown, man." " You've grown." " Come on, now." " But why, Mom?" " Now." "It's Ben." "Can I talk to you?" "About what?" "I want to change my life, be a better man." "I've got a cripple up there who needs my help." "Mom... please." "I'm sorry." "Me too." "Come on, Jack." "Bye, Ben." "You're just like your father." "$32.80." "What?" "That's the monthly charge." "No joining fees in my place, no trial periods neither." "It's all or nothing." "You pay in advance or no deal." "I don't want to train." "So what do you want?" "I'm looking for a job." "Ajob?" "Yeah, I need a cleaner." "Here I am." "Sorry, kiddo." "That's a job for old men orfor cleaning ladies." "It's good enough for me." "Let me put it to you straight:" "you ain't qualified, you got it?" "Why not?" "I already told you, old age pensioners or cleaning ladies, and you ain't neither." "Look, I'll do any kind of work." "You don't get it, do you?" "I decide who gets a job around here." "I decide who works, and you ain't qualified, you got it?" "Look, I can" "Get out of here." "You're wasting my time." "Put the sign back." "Hey." "You." "You waiting for somebody?" "No." "You got someplace to go?" "No, I just got out of jail yesterday, and I'm looking for a job." "Nobody hires an ex-con." "Come on in." "I got a room in the back." "Come on in." "All right, stay there and freeze your ass off." "See if I care." "Hey, kid." "You want something to eat?" "I got some leftovers." "Uh, no thanks, man." "I'm not hungry." "Ha!" "Not hungry, huh?" "You really didn't want no more?" "No, no." "No sense wasting good food on an old body like mine." "So tell me... what were you in for?" "Why were you doing time?" "Don't worry." "First thing in the morning, I'm out of here." "Hey, hey, relax." "My name's Joe." "Ben." "Nice to meet you, Ben." "$7.50." "Huh?" "$7.50, that's the hourly rate." "That's what I pay for a cleaner." "That's good." "I also want you to do some odd jobs, handyman kind of stuff." "But maximum is four hours a day." "Otherwise it's get too expensive." "And room and board are free." "Sounds all right." "You, uh..." "You can start as soon as you're finished eating." "Hey, yo." "What are you doing?" "Oh, I'm just helping Joe out around here." "Is Joe training you?" "No, I'm the new cleaner." "Cleaner, are you serious?" "Serious." "What's wrong with you?" "Something wrong with your head?" "What?" "Clean up our mess, you maintain this place?" "What, are you handicapped?" "Why don't you go do your training?" "You know, you look like a boxer, but you don't box." "You clean." "Are you a faggot?" "You an ex-con?" "Oh, really, you're an ex-con?" "I'm going to have to go and put an extra lock on my locker now." "Why don't you do that?" "Is there a problem here?" "Hey, Joe, no problem." "Everything okay?" "Did you say something to him?" "About what?" "About me being in jail?" "No, why?" "It's no problem." "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "You want to practice?" "You want to box?" "I don't want to fight." "No?" "No fighting, huh?" "What do you want?" "What's this?" "That's what I want." "That's what I want out of life." "Okay." "Without fighting." "Kid, you're not going to get anywhere in life without fighting, especially for something like that." "For that, you really have to put up a good fight." "I just don't want to make no more mistakes." "Hey." "I don't know what you did, and I don't know why you got thrown in the clink, and I really don't want to know why." "But let me tell you something:" "you can't get through life without fighting and without making mistakes." "And most of all, you can't be afraid of fighting and afraid of making mistakes." "I ain't afraid." "Good." "Mistakes are good." "That's how we learn." "I just want to be a good person." "Yeah, don't we all." "Clean the toilet." "Hey, Cinderella." "The showers stink like a dead dog." "We're not in jail here." "I'm coughing up some real good green for this shitty service." "O'Brian." "You don't like the service here, you can take a shower at home." "And another thing, you owe me money." "You pay your monthly fee by tomorrow, or you can take your fighting back to the streets." "You got it?" "Good." "Back to work." "Yeah, men, really, 'cause they never have to wash their hands." "Sorry, you're looking for these, aren't you?" "Yes, thank you." "Sorry, what I was just" "I didn't mean you personally." "I mean, it looks like you know what it's about, so..." " Sorry." " That's okay." "How long have you been working here?" "'Cause I haven't seen you before." "Just a few days." "Oh, oh, so Joe's letting people work off their debts again, right?" "Sorry." "Maybe I should just keep my trap shut." "Oh, no, no." "It's cool." "I'm just helping Joe out around here a little bit." "I don't train here or anything." "You?" "Oh, I'm preparing for the Women's World Kickboxing Championships." "Got to defend my title, after all." "Wow." "No, that was a joke." "Oh, God." "I talk... way too much." "Don't listen to me, okay?" "It was nice getting to know you." "Ben." "My name's Ben." "Okay." "I'm Natalie, by the way." "Natalie." "Bye." "Don't you trust me, Joe?" "Trust don't pay the rent, pal." "And next time," "I would appreciate it if you paid me on time." "Of course." "And you know what," "I'll throw in an extra bill if you train me." "Save your money." "You mean you'll train me for free?" "No, I mean you should put your money in your piggy bank for a rainy day." "I'm the best boxer in here, Joe." "You know that." "Me and you, we could make some heavy-duty cash." "Really?" "Seriously, man." "I mean, don't you want to smell some of that big ring atmosphere again?" "New York, Tokyo, Vegas?" "What do you say, Joe?" "I got enough to do around here." "Yeah, right." "Sitting around in this fucked up dump, counting money." "That's bullshit, man." "Hey." "I like counting money, especially when it belongs to me." "Think about it, Joe." "Your experience, my technique." "We'd own the ring." "We'd be unbeatable, like you used to be." "You'd be a legend again." "Unforgettable." "I don't train." "Okay, Joe, you want to- you want to be buried in this dump, then forget it." "Hey." "I got to go out for a while and do some shopping." "You want anything special for dinner?" "Like what?" "Oh, baked beans, ravioli, chicken gumbo." "You're the chef." "Ah, here." "I ain't boxing, Joe." "I know." "So what am I supposed to do with these?" "Well, I thought you might want to try 'em on the next time you don't train." "How much do they cost?" "They're not for sale." "Anyway, on your salary, you couldn't afford 'em." "Consider it a loan, hmm?" "You ever think about quitting those things?" "Yeah, I've thought about it." "You're looking at the next world champ right there." "That's you?" "Oh, yeah, that's me." "Wow." "I see why you're not a boxer, 'cause boxing ain't no joke." "You know, you got to be fast, be strong, good technique, endurance." "I got all that, man." "I got all that and a little bit more, you know what I mean?" "Wow, all that and a little bit more." "Are these yours?" "They're on loan." "What, you're training now?" "Just messing around." "Are these Joe's gloves?" "Yeah." "Joe gave you his gloves?" "Yeah." "No fucking kidding." "This place is a fucking joke." "Even the cleaning ladies are training now." "Fucking Cinderella." "My shift starts soon." "Come on, let's go." "Yeah, I'll drive you straight to the hospital." "Hey, give me a kiss." "Come on, let's go." "I'll see you later, Ben." " Ben?" " Yeah." "How'd you know his name?" "What?" "I just met him." "What?" "Oh, come on." "Hey, hey." "Take it easy." "Sorry." "I'll clean it up right now." "Ben, you're punching power has got to come from your whole body, not just your arms." "I ain't going to train, Joe." "Fine." "And I don't want to train you, 'cause you keep punching like that, you ain't going to last." "You want to know why" "I was in jail?" "No." "I told you I don't care." "My stepfather beat my mom." "And, uh... one day, I couldn't take it no more, so..." "I hit him." "I hit him real hard." "I don't know, out of anger or..." "I" " I didn't think" "You didn't think what?" "I don't know if it was the fall or the punch, but he's in a wheelchair now." "And it's my fault." "So I don't want to hit nobody no more." "You understand?" "Yeah." "I understand." "Ben, boxing is a sport." "It's about respect." "It's about respect for yourself, respect for your opponent." "It's about technique, keeping your emotions under control." "You do that, chances are, nothing can happen." "I don't know, Joe." "Guess I was just letting off some steam." "Yeah?" "Well, you just did." "Clean that stuff up before you turn out the light and you're done not training." "Stand up." "Come on, Kev." "Kevin, hit him." "Kevin!" "Kevin, come on." "Come on, come on, come on." "Yeah, yeah!" "Whoo-hoo!" "Hey, Cinderella." "Mop the ring." "Cinderella, mop the ring." "It ought to be clean when the next one kisses the mat, right?" "Watch you don't slip." "What?" "You want to say something, you say it to my face." "Forget it." "Is that what you learned inside, how to be a fucking chicken?" "You bend over nicely in the showers too, pretty boy?" "Fucking faggot." "Fucking faggot." "What do you want?" "I want you to hit me." "Just hit me, come on." "I'm not going to hit you." "Come on, Ben, hit me." "Come on, just once, hit me." "Hit me, come on." "Fucking hit me!" "Fucking hit me." "Hit me, come on, hit me." "Come on, come on, come on." "Hit me in the face." "Here we go." "I'm over here, pussy." "Let's go." "Let's fight." "Throw something, Kevin." "Forget it." "The fight's over when one of us hits the mat, come on." "Hey, hey, hey!" "Stop it!" "For God's sake, you're going to kill him!" "God!" "You want to tell me what the hell that was about?" "You would've beat him half to death." "Asshole." "Oh, my God, Ben, are you okay?" "Ben, you all right?" "Can you stand?" "Come here." "Hey." "Hey!" "Why did you do that?" "He provoked me." "Word of advice, mind your own business." "Oh, that's nice." "Come on in." "Sit over there." "Here, take this." "It'll stop the bleeding." "That was a nice little show you just put on." "Sorry." "Won't happen again." "I should hope not." "Your punching was pathetic, and your- your blocking was even worse." "As I said, I don't want to fight no more, and I won't." "That punch-up was not a fight, not an honest fight." "That was nothing but a brawl." "Boxing, fighting, is about respect." "If you say so, Joe." "But I also don't want to fight honestly no more." "Oh, so you've done some fighting then." "I was in jail, in case you forgot." "I hit my stepfather." "Yeah, I know, I know." "But have done any fighting?" "No, I don't think so." "In a fight, it ain't always important who walks away a winner." "What's important is facing up to your opponent with respect and giving it your best shot." "Doesn't make any difference how the fight ends." "Doesn't even make any difference where the fight takes place," "I mean, in the ring or in life." "You know that little collage of yours?" "Would you like to see it come true?" "Well, you got to fight for it." "You want some recognition in life?" "You got to fight for it." "You want a piece of bread, you want to put food on the table, you got to fight for it." "You know, fighting ain't bad." "You know what it's like living under the bridge." "Well, that's where you're going to end up if you don't give fighting a chance, if you just give up." "Let me tell you something, kid." "Life is nothing but one big fight." "Save your sermon, Joe." "I still don't want to train." "Well, thank God for that." "I got better things to do with my time than to train a street punk like you." "Oh, I hate that." "I always get smears too." "Hi." "My mom always used to swear by newspaper." "Newspaper?" "Oh, yeah, right." "With the guys around here, even The National Enquirer has too many big words, right?" "Yeah." "Um..." "So how are you?" "I mean, because of yesterday." "Oh, I'm good." "Everything's cool, thanks." "Good." "Hey, what?" " Let me have a look." " No, no, it's fine." "It's-it's fine." "No, maybe something's broken." "Now, come on, you can trust me." "After all, you are looking at a newly promoted charge nurse." "So, come on." "If you put it that way." "God damn." "Okay." "Jeez, does that hurt?" "Not no more." "Natalie." "What are you doing?" "Let's go." "Yeah, no, I'm ready." "Okay, no, nothing's broken." "It's just bruised, luckily." "Okay, but, if I were you, I'd take it easy." " Thanks." " Okay." "Just want to work out on the heavy bag a little." "And I just want to sit around and relax a little." "All right." "Okay, tell me what to do." "You're asking me?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Well, it seems like you know a lot about it." "About what?" " About boxing." " So?" "Well, you're the coach, right?" "Right." "All right, then tell me what to do." "First thing, take off the gloves." "What?" "You heard me, take 'em off." " But" " No." "No buts." "Who's the coach here?" "You are." "Right." "Take 'em off." "I always thought you used your fists for boxing." "You do." "Jesus." "And in boxing, you got to learn to block." "You got to learn to use your head, okay?" "Joe, isn't this fight a little unfair, man?" "Not if you learn to concentrate." "You got to focus." "Now, watch me." "Ow, fuck, Joe." "You've got to learn how to think like the other guy." "You got to learn to anticipate his punches." "Then when your opponent opens up, boom, that's when you strike." "You got it?" "Okay, now, come on, let's focus." "That's it." "That's it." "Yeah, okay." "You got it." "Fighting is about endurance." "Anybody can train their muscles." "But even the strongest guys get tired sometimes." "That's why we're going to build up your stamina." "Jab, that's it, jab, jab, jab." "Good, good, good." "Short, short." "Come on, come on." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "All right, jab, jab, jab." "Boxing has got very little to do with physical strength." "I mean, it's important, but I've seen flyweights take down 6'6" guys with a single blow." "The size of your biceps won't get you to the 12th round." "It's your legs." "But most important, every fight is decided right here, your heart, the will to win." "When your legs feel like rubber, you're bleeding, you're swollen, you're dead tired, you don't think you can make it, only your heart will get you through." "Only your heart will get you through." "That's right." "Yeah, only your heart will get you through." "You got it." "Only your heart will get you through." "You said that." "I know." "I want you to run down this road." "I want you to pick up these stones and throw 'em, right, left, right, left." "Keep moving;" "don't stop." "I've seen guys win the first four or five rounds, and all of a sudden, they go down, because they get tired." "The guy who makes it to the final round is the winner." "Remember that." "A fighter is only as good as his food." "Diet is very important." "From now on, we pay attention to... carbohydrates, protein, glycemic index." "What?" "Enjoy." "How much longer I got to do this?" "As long as it takes." "Yeah, but I got it already, Joe, concentration, observation, anticipation." "When can I fucking box?" "When you're ready." "Shit." "You lost your focus." "I'm fed up with this shit, Joe." "I want to box." "Screw your training." "Okay." "What are you doing?" "You're right; we're stopping." "You mean I can box?" "No, I mean we're stopping." "You want to do things your way?" "You go back to the streets." "I'm tired of wasting my time and my energy on someone who doesn't want to learn what it takes." "Yeah, well, good." "At least I don't have to let myself get beat up by old men no more." "Fuck." "Joe." "Joe, come back." "Fuck." "Joe." "Joe!" "Fuck." "Hey." "Hey, Joe." "Joe!" "Yeah?" "I'm sorry." "Okay." "Put that shit away and start hitting the bags." "Come on, come on." "Hit it, hit it." "All right, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa." "What?" "What's going on?" "What?" "Something's wrong." "Something's bothering you." "What is it?" "I was thinking about my mom." "Your mom?" "She's- she's angry with me for what I did." "Look, kid, you got to put that stuff aside." "When you're training, you got to get that out of your head." "As long as you're boxing, nothing else matters, you understand?" "Nothing." "Now, let's go." "Better." "Harder, that's it." "That's it, yeah." "Okay." "Yes!" "Nice." "What's going on, Joe?" "You-you said you weren't training nobody." "Did I?" "Well, at my age, my memory ain't what it used to be." "Oh, so now you- you waste your time on- on the cleaner?" "At my age, I got a lot of time to waste." "You know what?" "Fuck you, Joe." "Fuck your training and fuck this gym." "I'm going to go." "I'm going to find myself a real gym with a real fucking trainer." "Training him would be a total waste of time anyway." "He's just a slugger." "He's not a boxer, too much anger." "Okay, let's go." "Use your left, just your left." "Your left!" "Sorry." "Yeah." "Hi, Joe." "Hey, Doris." "What, is it your birthday?" "Yeah." "I thought I'd take you out for a posh meal." " Sit down." " Here?" "Yeah, why not?" "Listen." "You can eat whatever you want." "Seriously?" "Yeah, you've earned it." "All right." "Go ahead, dig in." "When you're done eating, I got something for you." "What do you got?" "What's this?" "Your boxing trunks." "What for?" "To wear when you're fighting." "You want to try 'em on?" "Not here." "I figure you- you haven't been training this hard just to let an old guy beat you up." "You got your first fight tomorrow, so I want you to look good." ""The Cleaner"?" "Yeah, it's the best thing I could come up with." " It's cool." " You like it?" "Yeah." "I like it." "Thanks, Joe." "Hey, hey, all right, you're welcome." "Sit down, eat your burger." "Come on, let's go." "Come on, Ben." "Come on." "How you feel?" "Nervous." "That's good." "It's good to be nervous." "All right, here we go." "Come on." "Did you pick this guy?" "They said his name was Greg the Giant, but I had no idea he was this big." "This is nuts." "The first fight is always the hardest." "But don't worry, this is a test." "I want you to focus." "If you lose, at least it'll be to a good opponent." "Greg the Giant versus" "Ben the Cleaner." "Box!" "What the hell's he doing?" " What the hell are you doing?" " What do you mean?" "You're running away from him." "You got to stay with him;" "stay with him." "Look, he's big, but he's slow." "Just hang in there with him, you got it?" "Yeah." "Box!" "That's it." "Use the left." "Stop!" "How you doing?" "It's killing me." "He's too strong." "What's his weakness?" " Weakness?" " Yeah." "He's seven feet tall." "He ain't got none." "That's it." "That's it." "His size is his weakness." "He's big, but he's slow." "His body is a huge target." "You got to get inside." "Use the body, use the body." "Get him in the body." "Then, when he drops his hands, clock him." "Pow, got it?" " Yeah." " Go, get in." "Go!" "Hang in there." "Hang in there." "That's it." "Three..." "Four..." "Five..." "Six..." "Seven..." "Eight..." "Nine..." "Out!" "I want you to focus." "I want you to concentrate." "I want you to give 200%." "That's not possible, mathematically." "Al, I give you my word;" "he's ready." "He's won his last three bouts by knockout." "Okay, so we have a deal?" "Great, good-bye." "Ben." "Yo, Ben!" "What's up?" "Starting tomorrow, we are going to add an extra session to your training schedule." "Why?" "You win your next fight, we got a shot at the title." "Title?" "What title?" "Light heavyweight champion of the world." " No way." " I just made the deal." "All right!" "Okay, okay, okay." "Who do I fight?" "Kevin O'Brian." "I can just see the headlines." "He's meaner and he's leaner, 'cause he's The Cleaner." "Yeah!" "Now, I've seen real strong guys keel over like drunk elephants, because, like you, pure and simple, they've relied on their muscles and nothing else." "Well, if my muscles are so unimportant, why are we spending so much time training 'em?" "So you don't stand in the ring like a total pussy." "That was 30." "Keep going." "31... 32..." "Man, what the hell are you doing here?" "I got a free trial." "Come on, you know this place inside out." "Yeah, but maybe I'll come back." "You know, things are changing around here." "Even the cleaning lady wants a shot at the title fight." "Get out." "A guy should be able to come and see old friends." "Yeah, well, you ain't got no friends here." "Goran the Beast, what a pussy." "Even my little sister could kick his ass." "Out." "I tell you what, the title fight, that's the real deal, man." "And I swear," "I will slaughter you." "And another thing." "Keep your hands off Natalie." "I do whatever I want, all right?" "Listen up, fuck face," "Natalie belongs to me, capisce?" "Natalie don't belong to nobody." "She can make up her own mind." "Now fuck off." "Natalie does not need a loser like you." "Hey, I spoke with the doctor." "He says even though you're wearing a brace, we can still work on your punches." "What's the point?" "What's the point?" "Winning the fight, that's the point." "I might not ever be able to walk right again." "How can you still be seriously talking about this fight?" "Because it's six weeks off, which means you still got a chance." "That's crazy, Joe." "That fucker destroyed my kneecap." "I'm going to have to use crutches to get into the ring." "Ben, you can do it." "But you got to want to do it." "Forget it, Joe." "It's over." "No, no, it's not over until it's over." "I'll tell you when it's over." "When you're six feet under, that's when it's over." "Yeah, coming from a broken down ex-boxer." "Exactly." "Joe." "Joe, I'm sorry!" "Joe, come in." "Joe, look I'm" "Hi." "Mom?" "What are you doing here?" "Mr. Miller called me and... told me a couple of things." "Joe called you?" "I'm sorry." "I'm so sorry." "No, Mom." "No, I'm sorry." "I'm so" "I'm so sorry, Mom." "I'm sorry." "No, no, no." "It'll be all right." "Everything will be all right." "We'll pull through." "I love you too." "I love you too, Ben." "It's okay." "I'm sorry." "Yeah, it's okay." "Sir... you're not allowed to smoke in here." "Sorry." "Welcome home." "Thanks." "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "And thanks for calling my mom." "No problem." "Now that you're back," "I got some stuff I want you to do." "You don't have to clean." "You're going to cook." "Okay." ""Up and coming boxer Joe Miller," ""whose last opponent tragically died during their last fight," ""has disappeared without a trace" ""the night before his title defence in Las Vegas." "He was the clear favourite for the world championship title. "" "Sorry." "So now you know." "Yeah, I know." "Hey, kiddo, look what we got for you." "I talked it out of our physic." "I mean, it's obsolete, in any case." "It's not going to help." "Oh, come on." "At least give it a try." "These things are supposed to work wonders on knee injuries." "I'm, um- I'm really, really... sorry about what happened." "So can you give me a chance to make it up to you, please?" "Come on, kiddo, you can do it." "Okay." "Give me those." "You satisfied?" "I can't do it." "Or do you have any more brilliant ideas?" "Ben, please." "What is it with you?" "Because of you, I can't fucking walk." "So why don't you do me a favour?" "Stay out of my life." "Where do you think you're going?" "Away." "I can't work." "I can't box." "So you tell me, what am I supposed to do, huh?" "You don't need me here." "So what are you going to do?" "I don't know." "I'll think of something." "Oh, well, that sounds like a great plan." "Oh, what the hell is it to you, huh?" "I'll tell you what it is to me." "I can't just stand by and watch somebody throw their life away like you're doing." "Oh, yeah, you really live by that, don't you, Joe?" "Or did you always want to spend the rest of your life in a broken down joint like this?" "No, I didn't want that." "But I couldn't change what happened." "You're giving up without putting up a fight, and that makes me sick!" "Well, it's not your problem anymore, is it?" "No, it's not my problem." "Go on, take off." "It's fine." "Joe?" "Joe." "Joe, what's up?" "Joe." "I'm calling a doctor." "No, I don't need a doctor." "Sorry to drag you out of work." "Never mind." "What happened?" "He's inside." "Thanks, Natalie." "You're a good girl." "Now, you need to rest." "Promise me you won't say anything to Ben about this, okay?" "How is he?" "He's going to sleep for a while." "What's wrong with him?" "You like him a lot, don't you?" "Get used to anything." "Natalie." "Is it bad?" "Well, Joe doesn't give up so easy." "Don't leave the ring yet, Joe." "Thanks." "Oh." "Hey, I can do that." "Eat this." "Mm, not bad." "You're going to make somebody a good wife." "Good." "Excellent." "Now that you've got your ass back in gear, we can continue your training." "No worries, fight's in four weeks." "Train goes down the tracks, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da." "Go, go, go, rhythm." "Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da." "What do you want?" "An autograph from Ben the cleaning lady." "Leave." "Oh, she's still catty." "I tell you, it's sweet in a way, how you think you two could ever amount to anything." "I mean, what have you got to offer her?" "Fuck you." "I'll tell you the best thing about fighting in the ring." "You don't go to jail." "Once I'm done with you, that slut will see she's backed the wrong horse." "Oh, she dumped you." "I'll see you in the ring." "I'd tell you to write your will, but you ain't got nothing worth leaving." "I'm glad I caught you." "I heard you were fighting tomorrow, so I just wanted to, uh... wish you good luck." "Thanks." "Then I'll-I'll" "I'll just go." "Natalie..." "Yeah?" "I, uh... wanted to apologize for what I said." "It's okay." "If I'd had known that Kevin had" "Well" "So, you- you coming tomorrow?" "Do you want me to come?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Then I'll... see you tomorrow." "Okay." "Natalie." "Yeah?" "Was there something you wanted?" "Yeah." "Well, you could have said that before." "You hungry?" "Yeah, I'm hungry." "This is my life." "Okay, so we have a car and a house with a swimming pool, huh?" "And a TV." " A couple of kids." " Mm-hmm." "And that's you." "Its-kind of the centre of the whole thing." "Everything else... kind of comes from that." "No." "That's not me." "Yeah, it's you." "No, you don't even know me." "Come on, I know you." "And I know myself." "And I'm going to fight for it." "You're crazy." "I know." "I'm nuts." "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's main event." "12-round elimination fight for the light heavyweight division." "I am calling a doctor." "No, no, no, I don't need a doctor anymore, Natalie." "What I need is for Ben to win this fight." "So, please, go out there and make sure he doesn't screw up, okay?" "Promise me you won't let your emotions get the better of you out there." "Whatever happens, don't get angry." "Because if you do, you're just going to put yourself in danger and others too." "Is that what happened... back then?" "Yeah." "After that, I just didn't want to go back in the ring." "Till I met you." "So I want you to get out there, and I want you to show everybody what you're made of, okay?" "I ain't going nowhere without you, Joe." "Hey, don't you go soft on me now." "I want you to go out there, and I want you to win that title." "Come on, Joe, who gives a damn about a title?" "You do." "You give a damn." "So do I." "Now, I want you to finish this thing." "You're ready." "You can do it." "And-and don't worry," "I can hear everything right from here, so if you screw up, don't think I won't notice, hmm?" "Hey, that's your son, Joe." "No, that's your song now." "Well, they're waiting." "Go on." "I'll stay with him." "I'll make it quick, okay?" "Hey, I ain't going nowhere." "Good luck." "Kiddo." "Don't forget." "It's your heart." "Your heart will get you through." "Welcome back Kevin "The Butcher" O'Brian." "Well, good evening, ladies and gentlemen." "Welcome to this qualifying match between" "Kevin "The Butcher" O'Brian and Ben "The Cleaner" Wilson." "Weighing in at 185 pounds, six wins, and one loss to the record." "He's already feared as The Cleaner." "Please welcome the newcomer to boxing," "Ben Wilson!" "Ben Wilson is fighting tonight without a trainer in his corner." "His trainer Joe Miller is not ringside tonight." "Gentlemen, you know the rules." "I expect a good, clean fight." "This is a title qualifying match, meaning the winner tonight will have a shot at the title." "Good luck, shake hands, back to your corner." "And that's the bell for the opening round." "Box!" "O'Brian comes out, opening up right away with some left jabs." "Wilson, The Cleaner, not taking a lot of chances, seems quite distracted not really concentrating on the fight." "Not sure where his mind is, but it's not here." "Wilson seems to be comfortable in his new job as a punching bag." "O'Brian is taking the shots." "Wilson is just not in this fight." "If it keeps going like this, the only thing The Cleaner will be cleaning up tonight is the carpet." "O'Brian is relentless." "He's got Wilson up against the ropes now." "Could this be over?" "He's slamming a series of rights." "Working it hard with a heavy glove." "Left and right, left and right." "And that's the end of the first round." "Pretty pitiful display for the first round." "This has turned into a one-man show." "O'Brian is the only fighter that showed up tonight." "Wilson has got to get his head into this fight, or he could just buy a ticket for the bus home, really." "O'Brian starts the second round the way he started the first round, opening up right away with a series of shots." "He's already got Wilson pinned into the corner." "Working him left and right like a piece of meat." "Stop!" "Stop!" "Step back!" "Box!" "Come on, Ben!" "Hit him!" "Get Joe in here." "I can't do this shit without him." "Wilson is still not taking any chances." "His gloves are glued to his chin." "Man, I'm" "I'm not sure how much longer he can take this beating." "Get up!" "And The Cleaner is down, down on one knee." "He's taking a lot of time to get back up." "The crowd is not liking that." "Joe had a message for you." "He said, you might want to reconsider that career as a cleaning lady." "Son of a bitch." "Countdown has started on The Cleaner." "Come on, go!" "Go!" "Go!" "He seems to be down and out on this one." "He's pushing himself back up." "Can you believe it?" "The Cleaner is back up on his feet." "I'm not sure how much longer." "Box!" "It's almost a miracle." "Oh, and now they're hugging." "Wilson is finally fighting back." "He's just working on O'Brian." "Wilson has him pinned into the corner, working him left and right." "This kid has heart." "Unbelievable." "Quick series of punches." "What a fighter." "O'Brian is dragging his feet, punching air." "Oh, O'Brian is down." "O'Brian is- no, he's right back up." "Right back up on his feet." "Now we finally got a fight going on here." "O'Brian has Wilson pinned in the corner." "Oh, and a do-si-do." "Wilson has turned this situation around." "Now he might actually have a chance of winning this thing." "Wilson has somehow come back from the dead." "All right, Joe, tell me what to do." "Ben." "I'm not good enough for this." "Remember, the guy who's left standing in the final round is the winner." "But, Joe, I can't do this." "He cut me?" "He fucking cut me?" "He's fucking going down." "He's fucking going down." "He cut me?" "He fucking cut me?" "Ha, ha!" "Here we come into the 12th and final round." "Well, here we go." "Who would have thought we'd have gotten this far." "Wilson has come alive." "Come on, hit him!" "Come on, babe, come on!" "The Cleaner is finally out to clean something." "Yes!" "Yes!" "What an amazing turnaround." "Ben "The Cleaner" Wilson has won this fight." "And in three month's time, he will be competing for the light heavyweight world championship." "Yeah!" "Hey, what are you doing?" "I'm boxing." "You call that boxing?" "Let me tell you something." "Boxing doesn't come from here." "It comes from the heart." "All right?" "Let's go again." "Give me your right."