"[Foreboding instrumental music]" "(man) Over my limit?" "[Woman laughing] Yes, you are." "(man) It's good." "[Both laughing]" "(man) You know what?" "I'm fucking sick of the music that they play at the club." "I am, because you can't really..." "You just can't dance right to it, you know?" "[Chuckling] Yeah." "I'm sick..." "And there's the fucking girls up there." "Are you kidding me?" "Horrible." "Oh, Christ." "Hey, did you fuck Lenny?" "No." "You fucked Lenny, didn't you?" "No, I didn't." "You don't have to lie to me." "I heard all about it." "It's all over on the street." "You know Lenny has crabs, right?" "No, he doesn't." "I'm fucking serious." "Everybody knows that Lenny has crabs." "No, he doesn't." "You're lying." "Did you give him a Handy Andy?" "No." "Please tell me you didn't give, because the Handy Andy's my thing." "You swear you never gave Lenny a Handy?" "I swear." "Eileen, you are a fucking girl after my own hard-on." "Oof!" "Uhhh." "Uhn!" "Sounds like a fuckin' flounder, don't he?" "Uhn!" "Uh!" "Sweetie, want some of this?" "[Laughs]" "She just wants some beauty sleep, fuckwad." "(Eileen) Help!" "[Car engine revving]" "[Tires squealing]" "Uh." "Oh, shit." "Jacko, are you all right?" "Uh." "Fuck off." "Oof." "Fuck off yourself." "[Groaning]" "Oh, Christ." "Oh, ho." "Oh, I may need to stop fucking her." "Oh." "[Spits]" "Travis!" "Travis!" "[Snickering]" "[Coughs]" "Travis!" "(man) Jacko!" "(Jacko) Trav!" "Jacko!" "What are you..." "What's up, man?" "[Laughs]" "What the fuck are you doing?" "Oh, man." "I'm fine." "[Laughing] I'm fine." "I'm fucked up, man." "I know." "You're a..." "You're a smart one, Trav." "[Spits]" "Oh!" "Get your motor runnin'." "Oh, man, come on." "Give me a break with that stuff." "Head out on the highway!" "Lookin' for adventure." "Where the fuck's the car?" "I don't know." "[Metal jingling]" "I got the keys, though." "[Wheezing laughter]" "I think I misplaced my date." "Goddamn it, Jacko." "Oh." "What are we gonna tell your old man this time?" "We can just tell him to fucking bring it on." "It's... it's fuckin' kick-Jacko's-ass night tonight." "Everybody knows it." "Shut up." "Fuck him." "Probably, you'll fuckin'... you'll think of something." "Uh-oh, I'll think of something." "Mm-hmm." "All right." "You're my best friend." "Yeah, of..." "I'm your only fuckin' friend, all right?" "I mean, who else would hang out with a wacko like you?" "Do you love me?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "You know it." "You may not show it all the time, but you fuckin' love me." "[Travis laughs]" "(Jacko) Hey, do you remember Eileen?" "I almost got a fuckin' Handy Andy from her tonight." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." "Dude, she's..." "she's great." "I fuckin' love Eileen." "[Throat scrapes]" "[Spits]" "Shit." "Fuckin' dead next week." "Here you go." "Go for it." "[Spits]" "(Jacko) Oh, that was a fuckin' piss-poor spit, wasn't it?" "The color's good though." "Yeah, come on." "Come on." "[Spits]" "Yeah." "Let's get your ass home." "(Jacko) Fuckin' Dumiak did this shit, this fuckin'... bullshit." "Hey!" "Who cares, man?" "Fuckin' hate him." "Hey, how'd he get you, anyway?" "He was hiding." "[Chuckling]" "He was a hiding faggot." "Let me tell you something, man." "Northsiders, they're all faggots, all right?" "Oh, fuck all of them." "Trav?" "Yeah." "I... like... to... fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck." "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" "(man) Shut up, assholes!" "Hey, fuck you, man!" "Who the fuck was that?" "[Police siren chirps]" "Hold it right there, girls." "Fuck." "Playing games again, O'Malley?" "I cut myself shaving." "Maybe you better grow a beard." "I could grow a beard." "I thought you were training for your fight." "This is my training." "I'm just carrying him home." "I thought you were a lot smarter than this." "Get out of here before I kick your skinny ass too." "Oh, Trav." "Bring it on, you sack of shit." "Let's fucking go." "I got this, Fletch." "Just let me take him, all right?" "(Jacko) Let's fuckin' go." "Come on." "You stupid piece of shit." "Fuck him, Trav." "(woman) Ach." "It's bad enough you're boxing." "They had to sheer you like a sheep." "Yeah, well, when I'm champ," "I'll grow it down to my shoulders." "Yeah, so some girl can come along and clip it off." "What are you talking about?" "You're my girl." "Come on." "[Man coughing]" "[Sniffs]" "You're up, honey." "Sounds like goddamn Jerry Springer in here." "You off to play at the gym already." "Would you like some juice?" "Travis, Travis, no, please, please." "Travis, no, please, please." "Travis!" "No." "Please." "Please." "Yeah." "There's your big hero, gonna take you away from all this." "Big fuckin' mistake is what it was." "I could still kick your ass!" "Do you hear me?" "I could still kick your ass, and don't think I can't!" "Big fuckin' boxer." "[Gasps]" "[Laughs]" "Hey, Trav." "You're early today." "I couldn't wait to see you." "Oh, yeah?" "You just wanted something in your mouth." "Hmm." "[Chuckles]" "Here, stick this in." "Mm-hmm." "Shit." "Mm." "I'm seeing you tonight, right?" "You're seeing me now." "[Chuckles]" "We don't want these, ah, falling down on the street, do we?" "Huh?" "Mm-mm." "Mm." "[Laughs]" "Oh, off to the gym, baby." "Get us out of here." "[Blues music]" "(men) Yeah!" "(man #1) Hey, hey, hey." "Hey, hey, gentlemen, how... how many was of them Northside faggots was it at the Blue Moon?" "Three, four, or what?" "Ten." "(man #1) Ten!" "(man #2) Ten of those fuckers." "(man #1) Ten of those... (man #2) In their own bar too." "Yeah, Rickey Bailey, his bunch, all 12 of them." "Here we go." "Tom O'Malley... versus 14 of them... on his own too." "No backup or nothin'." "No backup or nothing." "20 of you Northside faggots..." "And I go plowin' into you." "And I go plowin' into you." "One, two, three, you're next!" "Through the window." "Through the window." "The bar." "Over the bar." "(both) Bodies flying' everywhere... (both) Savin' Bailey for last!" "[Drunken laughter]" "Yeah?" "Yeah." "I'm outta here, Pop." "Oh, no, no, no, no..." "hey, oh." "Have another." "I can't." "I mean, I'm supposed to meet Travis at the gym." "You want me to come with you?" "[As baby talk] Keep the bullies away?" "[Snickering]" "Fuck off, Pop." "Hey, is that any way to talk to your father?" "You should have more respect." "Never spend any time together anymore." "He's gettin' old, you know?" "Come on." "All right." "Pour it like you don't own it." "[Tapping]" "(man) Come on, fellas." "Come on, come on." "[Grunts]" "[Snorts]" "(man) Hey, stop dancin' around like a couple of goddamn girls, all right?" "Jesus Christ, come on." "Come on, Skids, make him work, will you?" "Make him fuckin' work." "Make him work for Christ sakes, come on." "You guys are like a bunch of pansies out there." "Come on." "That's it." "[Men grunting]" "That's it." "All right, break, break, break, fellas." "Come on, get out of there." "That's it." "[Echoey] Hey, hey, hey, hey." "[Sonorous pounding]" "Ah, hey." "Hey, Travis, Jesus." "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Easy, Travis, easy!" "Easy!" "Come on!" "Save some of that for Sangster, for Christ sakes, all right?" "Jesus Christ, next week, you'll kill this Northside asshole." "Ha, ha, ha!" "Hoo-hoo!" "(man) Hey, hey." "(Jacko) Ha, ha!" "What the hell is he doing here?" "Get him out of here." "He's my bud." "I don't give a shit." "Goddamn it, Murray's sending his scout from Vegas, and you got to be ready, you hear me?" "So stay focused, all right?" "Let's go." "Ah, hey, hey, hey, hey." "[Singing wedding march] Da, da, da-da, da, da, da, da, da-da-da, da..." "Ow, goddamn it." "Ow." "Fuckin' leg." "Hey, fellas, what the hell is this?" "A fuckin' hen party?" "Stop cackling, and go to work!" "You want to be professional boxers, you gotta act like them." "Work!" "Goddamn it." "Ah, shit." "Ach." "Uh." "Hey, hey, hey!" "That's the way I want to see you hit!" "Yeah, that's it!" "Ow, goddamn leg, you son of a bitch." "Fuck." "Ach." "Word on the street is, you're betting heavy on this one." "Oh, yeah?" "Fuck the streets." "You borrowing from the sharks to feed the bookies?" "That ain't smart, Gordon." "Oh, yeah?" "Was it smart wasting my life in this shithole, huh?" "I'm telling you, Donald, this kid is my shot, my shot." "I don't want to see you get shot before you get there." "My best shot since you." "Don't bet your life on a goddamn fight, Gordon." "Yeah?" "Wouldn't be the first time, would it, huh, champ?" "(Jacko) Travis, Amy Colletti's tits are not real." "Yeah, well, they still make my dick hard." "Brenda Berman's tits are real, all right?" "She takes her top off, they're, like, down here." "They make my dick hard too." "(Jacko) Everything makes your dick hard." "What's wrong?" "Your boxing buddies are a little pissed off?" "Ah, fuck 'em." "I got no friends in the ring." "(Jacko) You ain't got many friends outside the ring either." "Well, that's because I hang out with a madman like yourself." "Nice fight, Skids." "Nice face, O'Malley." "The way I do it, there's no prick in a bow tie stepping in to save your ass." "[Scoffs]" "You do that a little bit too well, big boy." "You know what, you fuckin' wet nurse?" "I'm right here." "Let's go." "Yeah, imagine that, the two of you talking about pricks and asses." "The fuck did you say?" "What the fuck did he just say?" " He's just pissed..." " Fuck you!" "Hey, he's just pissed that the scout's coming to see me, not him." "All right?" "Fuck 'em all, man." "I win this fight, and we are off to... (both) Las Vegas!" " Give me your magic." " That's right, baby." "Shit, all those horny showgirls, baby." " Mm, mm." " The whole fuckin' place." "It's gonna be ridiculous." "Oh, yeah, ooh, and speaking of pussy..." "Hmm?" "You, ah..." "you got a rubber?" "What, did you run out of clean socks?" "[Mockingly laughs]" "Fuck off, dude." "Annie says I finally score if I bring a rubber tonight." "Oh, thank you." "You know what?" "Give her one for me, all right?" "[Chuckles]" "Remember, Travis, it's not how deep you fish." "It's how you wiggle the worm." "All right?" "[Door slams]" "[Sighs]" "Boy, it's getting a little stuffy in here, isn't it?" "Yeah, it is." "Why don't you get out of here, huh?" "Yeah, you know what?" "I think, uh, we should..." "we should get out of here." "Yeah, good idea." "Get out." "Excuse me." "You're excused." "Well, that's so fuckin' kind of you." "Yeah." "Look, you're in training, Travis." "I don't want you hanging out with this guy." "Okay, you're my manager, not my fuckin' father." "No, I'm your..." "no, I'm your friend, Travis, your... maybe your only friend." "Look, this fight can change your life." "Don't fuck it up." "Hey, don't worry, okay?" "I'm..." "I'm gonna kill this asshole." "All right, all right, all right, all right." "Now, get out of here." "Go to bed early, huh?" "Jesus." "I'll be in by 10:00, Mom." "Yeah, be in by 10:00." "That kid." "Fuckin' shit!" "Bang!" "[Street noises]" "[P.A. Audio feedback]" "[Man, echoey] Welcome to the Blitz club, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, girls and girls, boys and boys, and I don't care what combination you are in, because I judge not lest I shall be judged." "Domino Nabisco, cheese and crackers..." "Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop." "And, ladies and gentlemen, we have a lot of action going on here tonight, action, as you can see." "Is he alive or dead or what?" "Or what." "Okay, moving right along." "Look at this lovely young couple right here." "My gosh, you better get yourself a hotel room real quick." "Or you can have the backseat of my car, which is parked right in the alleyway." "However, if you get in the backseat of my car, I wish to join you." "My god, you are so cute." "Come here." "[Kissing sounds]" "Who else do we have here, ladies and gentlemen, that I know?" "[Singsongy] Oh, my gosh, it's Traaaviiis!" "Hello, Travis." "How are you?" "You want to box me, boxing boy?" "Come on, boxing boy." "Let's go box." "Come on, come on, boxing boy." "Oh, ooh, he's so lovely, huh?" "Is he tough or not?" "I love him, huh?" "Give me a big kiss, you big, big hunk of white meat." "[Kissing sound]" "I love this guy." "Is he cute or what?" "Huh?" "Yes!" "Get out of here." "I love you." "Don't forget to tip the waitresses." "They gotta pay to get in too." "Catch you later." "Fuckin' asshole, you told him." "I couldn't resist." "[Crowd chattering]" "Whap!" " Uh!" " Shit!" "(man) Hey, hey, back off!" "Just back off!" "Back off!" "If that hand don't come up empty," "I'll break it, I swear." "That fuckin' prick started it." "Lyin' fuck, fuck you!" "Just get out!" "None of that" "Northside-Southside crap in here, right?" "You understand?" "Just go!" "I want my fuckin' money back." "(man) Yeah, you want your money back." "Come on, let's go!" "Let's go." "Fuck." "What a nutcase you are, man." " Yeah." " Just like your old man." "Yeah, it's fuckin' family tradition, all that shit." "Ah, yeah, touching." "(man) Hey, hey, Northside eats shit." " Yeah." " Your old man'd be proud of you, you know that?" "[Dribbling]" "(Jacko) Faggot!" "The fuck!" "I got a fuckin' message for Dumiak." "You tell him Mr. O'Malley says he's fuckin' dead." "Yeah, yeah, all right, man." "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Ah, you're breakin' my fuckin' neck, man." "And you're fuckin' pissing all over your pants." "Now, give me the fuckin' message." "Let me hear it." "Let me hear the fuckin' message!" "All right!" "Mr. O'Malley says you're dead." "Now, fuck off!" "Oh!" "Piece of shit." "[Coughs]" "[Grunting]" "[Coughing]" "What the fuck are you looking at?" "(Annie) Now, what do we do with this?" "Mm." "This." "[Balloon squealing]" "What?" "[Laughing]" "Oh." "[Giggles]" ""To improve the quality of lovemaking... roll on from end."" "That's... that's... that's good." "[Breathing deeply]" "What's up?" "Think I'll go for a run." "With that on?" "It does look like rain." "[Giggles]" "[Seagulls squawking]" "Thank you." "[Clears throat]" "So how did you sleep last night?" "[Sighs]" "I was up late watching videos." "It's a tough life." "Ah, somebody's gotta do it." "So you're looking really terrific." "Anyway, I think we might have got off on the wrong foot." "[Annie sighs]" "Seeing as how, ah, you and Travis are becoming, you know, such an item," "I just thought maybe we should get to know each other a little better." "Like how, Jacko?" "I don't know." "Maybe we could hang out sometime." "I got some really amazing videos." "I thought you and Travis were best friends." "We are." "Who do you think gave him those rubbers last night?" " [Scoffs]" " Excuse me." "No, don't fuckin' turn away from me." " You're hurting me!" " I'm talking to you." "Let go of my arm, Jacko." "You know, I'm just trying to be fuckin' friendly." "Travis and I are best friends, so I just thought if you liked him, you'd, um... you'd really love me." "Well, you're a creep." "Creep." "And Travis is sweet and decent." "Yeah." "Decent enough to do you with my fuckin' rubbers?" "[Chuckles]" "[Heavy metal rock music]" "All right, check it out, Errol." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is cool, right?" "This is cool." "Aha, that's right, Burrhead, you're just like one of us now." "Yeah." "What's up?" "Did you finish already?" "Fuck off." "Hey, sweetheart, come here." "Hey." "Mm." "Baby, why don't you get my boy another brew, huh?" "All right." "Hey, you got a dagger?" "Nah, I don't fuck with it." "No, hey, my cousin's a sissy from upstate." "Man, he don't mess with tattoos, do you?" "[Chuckles]" "Yo, this here's Sangster, man." "He's that boxer I was telling you about, right?" "Gonna stomp the shit out of that Southside fairy on Friday night." "(man) Oh, yeah, yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, man." "It's like an honor." "I heard how you the best boxer and all, right?" "Yeah, nice crew of friends you picked up here, Stosh." "Oh, we're very open-minded." "Right." "(Dumiak) Hey, hey, hey, hey." "Chill out." "Chill." "That's the first time" "I ever seen somebody croak himself." "You Sangster?" "What if?" "[Sighs]" "You got next of kin you want notified?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah." "[Mockingly] Yeah." "[Scoffs]" "Thanks for the hospitality." "But I didn't come to talk to you today." "You're just one stupid fuck, ain't you?" "At least you got some balls." "Well, this is between us boxers." "It's about Travis." "We're listening." "I'll talk to you only." "We ain't listening to nothin'." "Go on, get the fuck out of here." "It's cool." "It's cool." "Go on." "Yo, check that bullshit out." "You see that shit?" "That's fucked up." "Shit." "[Crowd chattering]" "(Jacko) Come on, come on, jab, jab, jab, jab, jab." "Stick it." "Come on, Trav, stick the jab." "Combos:" "One, two." "One, two, one, two, one, two." "Follow me." "Follow me." "Come on, right back here." "Jab, jab, jab, jab, jab." "To the body." "To the body." "Let's go." "Let's go." "Come on." "Dig in!" "Dig in!" "Ha, ha, ha!" "Yeah-heah-heah!" "Hoo-hoo!" "Yes!" "We're gonna kill this fucker!" "Yeah!" "Hey, where you goin'?" "Uh." "I gotta take a piss, man." "Shitter's clogged." "It's gonna be kind of hard to piss with the gloves on, isn't it?" "Guess I'll just flip it in the bowl." "[Jacko chuckles]" "Whew." "It's fuckin' hot in here." "[Chuckles] Yeah." "[Chuckles]" "[Cheers and applause]" "[Cheering grows louder]" "Kick his fuckin' ass, Trav!" "Northside eats shit!" "[Cackles]" "[Crowd clamoring]" "And then when you're ready, clinch it and kick the shit out of him, all right?" "All right?" "All right." "[Crowd clamoring]" "No low blows." "Break on my command." "Have a clean fight." "[Bell dings]" "(man) That's it!" "Another one like that!" "Another one like that!" "Another one like that!" "(Jacko) Keep your hands up, Trav!" "Travis, come on!" "Go, go, go, go, go!" "Oof!" "[Echoey pounding]" "[Echoey dinging]" "[Crowd jeering]" "Come on, what the fuck are you doing, man?" "Clinch him." "What are you fuckin' doing?" "Shut up!" "Fucker." "Your friend's an asshole." "You're beautiful, baby." "You're beautiful." "Keep it up, okay?" "[Whoops and applause]" "Punch him, tie him up, clinch him, and then smash him." "Do you hear me, Travis?" "Do you hear me?" "Huh?" "Do you hear me?" "[Crowd clamoring]" "[Bell dings]" "(man) Get inside." "That's it." "[Sonorous pounding]" "Low blow!" "One point!" "One point!" "(Gordon) Let's go!" "Come on, ref, bullshit!" "That's bullshit." "Don't take those hooks from him." "Come on, Travis!" "Throw that left hook!" "Throw that left hook!" "Come on." "Hook to the body!" "Hook to the body!" "Start jabbing' him!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "(Gordon) Okay, go, boy, now!" "Come on, Travis!" "[Bell dings]" "(man) Hey!" "[Bell dinging]" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "You're losin' it, for Christ sakes." "This is the last round, right?" "Last goddamn round." "I want you to give it everything you got." "[Cheers and applause]" "[Echoey] Kill the son of a bitch." "Come on." "Get in there and kick the shit out of this asshole." "All right?" "All right?" "[Bell dings]" "[Wild cheering]" "[Sonorous pounding]" "Clinch him!" "Clinch him, Travis!" "Punch him!" "[Bell dinging]" "[Metal clanging]" "Bullshit!" "You fuckin' won!" "Shit, we all saw it!" "He was saved by the fuckin' bell." "Scout from Vegas, and I lose." "Sangster was out on his feet." "He was out on his fuckin' feet." "(Gordon) No, your guy here told you what Travis could do, huh?" "He just lost concentration is all." "Yeah, okay, I'll call Slade." "We'll set a rematch." "I'm telling you, Mr. Murray, this kid is the fuckin' white hope." "He's gonna make you a fortune, guaranteed." "Yeah, okay, bye-bye." "[Phone receiver clicks] Huh?" "[Chuckles]" "Guess what." "[Chuckles] We ain't dead yet." "Fuckin' scout loved what he saw." "I just talked with Slade." "You guys fight again in two weeks." "[Chuckles]" "Huh?" "I want him out of here." "I don't want to hear your fuckin' voice right now, Pascoe." "Get the fuck out of here." "Fuck you, you fuckin'..." "Just go on, man." "I'll meet you round back." "(Jacko) You sack of shit." "I'll meet you round back." "[Locker door rattles]" "Piece of shit." "[Door slams]" "He's a fuckin' loser." "He's my friend." "Oh, fuck him." "I am taking you to Wildman's, hmm?" "What?" "I'm taking you to fuckin' Wildman's gym." "Charlie Murray and the King are there." "I'll show you what a real fuckin' champ looks like, all right, huh?" "What?" "But I can't leave my mother." "What are you talking about?" "I'm taking you to meet Charlie fuckin' Murray, the man himself." "I can't leave her alone, you know, not with my dad around not working." "What are you, a baby, for Christ sakes?" "All right, fuck it." "We'll take her along, a little holiday, huh?" "And then in two weeks, when you beat fuckin' Sangster," "Charlie Murray will make you a fucking pro, huh?" "[Chuckles]" "[Groans] We ain't dead yet, huh?" "[Kissing sound]" "[Sighs]" "(Jacko) You can't make the same mistake again." "What happened?" "What went wrong?" "(Travis) I don't know." "Just froze up, that's all." "Seemed so fuckin' easy." "Yeah, I figured that out after the last round." "The clinch is what works for you, right?" "It gets you going." "Why the fuck would you save that for the last round?" "I don't know, man." "The fuckin' bastard was controlling the fight, man." "He was making me do what he wanted me to do." "Well, that's your job." "Yeah, I know." "You make him do what you want." "You fuckin' control it." "Yeah, well, he did it this time, all right?" "[Shouting] He did it this time, all right?" "[Scoffs] Cool." "Fine." "Don't fuckin' worry about it, all right?" "We'll get him next time." "I gotta go." " Oh." " See you tomorrow." "Thanks for the warning." "Fuckin' nutcase." "(Gordon) No, I'm telling you guys, it is set;" "it's a done deal." "I'm telling you." "No, listen to me." "Whoever wins in two weeks, gets a contract with Murray, that's it." "[With foreign accent] Don't worry." "Don't worry." "I'm not worried." "Do I look worried?" "No, I'm not." "[Scoffs]" "The boss was wondering about your contract with this kid." "He was thinking you might be interested in a partner." "What do you think?" "I'll think about it." "Oh, he wanted me to ask you how was your leg doing too." "Because we don't want you to trip down some stairs and break your neck." "[Gordon nervously chuckles]" "I'm just joking." "Don't worry." "I'm not worried." "Hey, fellas, hey, come on, drink up." "Come on, come on, come on." "Next one's on me." "Come on." "Na zdrowie." "[Glasses clinking]" "Na zdrowie." "Don't worry." "(Gordon) I'm not worried, I'm telling you." "(Annie) Yeah, I can see what's come up." "It's just some business that's come up." "It's dirty business if he's involved." "Hey, he's my friend." "I told you what he did." "He's sorry, okay?" "He apologized." "I'm sorry, Annie." "What can I do?" "You can go fuck yourself." "I'm sorry... but you still look fuckin' terrific, though." "[Laughs]" "(Annie) Fuck you, Jacko!" "[Engine turns over]" "And fuck you too, Travis!" "She's so hot." "Are you kidding me?" "[Metal bangs] Fuck." "[Driving dance music]" "Looks like fuckin' virgin night in here." "Oh, yeah." "She's a virgin." "She's definitely a virgin." "[Snickers]" "(Jacko) She... is not... a virgin." "I should throw a move on that." "Thought you were in training." "Yeah, my dick's ready for some training." "[Laughs]" "Go hose her down." "Come on, I saw you lookin'." "I mean, who wouldn't?" "He with you?" "(Jacko) Nah, we're just friends." "He really likes big boys like you." "Looks like that redhead's got him all tied up, though." "(Travis) You..." "You came walking, like, right... right over... over there, and I..." "Hey, did you..." "Did you see where my buddy went?" "Why?" "Don't you think you can handle me yourself?" "Um..." "Um..." "Excuse me for a minute." "Thank you." "Uh, what was that about?" "I have tons of pussy lined up out back." "Shit." "Tons." "All right." "Back alley, five minutes, all right?" "Be out there." "I got to go take a piss." "Be out there." "I'm there." "(man) Hey." "How you doin'?" "Smoke?" "Ah, no thanks." "I'm in training." "Oh, yeah?" "For what?" "Ah, I'm a boxer." "Really." "Boxer, huh?" "So... so what's your workout routine?" "Oh, you know, uh, speed bag, heavy bag, rope, you know, spar a lot, six days a week." "Six days a week, huh?" "[Exhales]" "Wow." "You must, ah... you must like to work up a sweat, huh?" "[Chuckles]" "Yeah, I guess." "You know, actually, I got some friends..." "You know, I..." "I work out a lot myself." "You... you box?" "No, I'm not a boxer." "I'm a bodybuilder." "You know, I, uh... you know, I like to work up a sweat too." "Faggot!" "Come on, stomp his fuckin' head in!" "Uh... fuckin'..." "piece of... shit." "[Grunting]" "Come on, kick his fuckin' head in." "(man) Hey!" "Hey, what the hell's going on?" "Hey!" "[Semi truck roars]" "[Jacko and Travis panting]" "[Jacko laughing and coughing]" "Oh, Christ." "[Panting]" "Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait." "You're a fuckin' lunatic." "You should... you..." "you should have seen... [metal banging]" "You should have..." "you should have seen your face when Ralph..." "Ralph showed up." "[Laughing and panting]" "You were watching?" "Oh, fuck, yeah." "Oh, Christ." "Oh." "I wasn't gonna miss that." "[Panting] Ah, you, uh... you... you two... you looked, uh... you looked real cozy." "Ah, oh, what a fuckin' cute couple." "Dumbass, man." "I was waiting for you and the redhead with the fuckin' tits." "Surprise." "[Chuckling]" "You know, you really fucked that guy up." "You should have piled in with me." "Well, I don't fight guys in alleys." "I gotta watch out for my fuckin' knuckles." "Shit." "Your fuckin'... knuckles." "You know, at least you could have said like, "Hey." ""What, you want me to fuckin' kick your teeth up your ass, you fag?"" "Fuck off, Jack." "You know what?" "You... you freak me out sometimes, you know that?" "I'm goin' home." "[Metal can rattles]" "Shit." "Ah." "I gotta..." "Ah." "Ah." "[Liquid dribbling]" "[Groaning]" "[Police alarm chirps]" "Oh, shit." "[Man over P.A.] All right, get over here." "Christ." "Can't I take a piss in peace?" "Shit." "Fuckin' peed on myself." "[Foghorn blowing]" "[Seagull squawking]" "(Donald) Four miles an hour." "Must have been running faster than that last night." "Keep up!" "Tell me what you know, Travis." "No bullshit." "About what?" "You were there." "Where?" "[Engine revs]" "What do you want?" "You were at the Blitz club." "Yeah, but I left early, man." "I'm in training." "There's a kid paralyzed in the hospital." "If you didn't do it, you know who did." "I could end your boxing career with a phone call." "[Engine revs]" "[Gordon chuckling]" "There he is, huh?" "There he is, the King, the champ, right there, huh?" "(woman) God, he's big, isn't he?" "(Gordon) Yeah." "(Travis) He's the best." "Looks like he hits hard." "[Chuckles]" "Knock a man out with one punch, either hand." "Yeah." "Mr. Murray." "(Murray) Hey, Pascal, you made it." "No, no, Pascoe, Gordon Pascoe." "Oh, yeah." "This is my boy Travis." "I was telling you about him, huh?" " Travis." " Yeah." "Heard a lot of good things about you." "Thanks... thanks, Mr. Murray." "I sure heard about you." "And this is his mother, Cora." "Cora, you must be real proud of your son." "Yeah, he's a good boy." "[Chuckles]" "Lindsey, come on, say hello to Travis." "I'm telling you, the kid's got it, huh?" "And he's a good kid, a very good kid." "(Murray) Yeah?" "(Gordon) Yeah." "But can he fight?" "What do you mean, can he fight?" "Of course he can fight." "Hey, look, do yourself a favor, all right?" "Let him spar a couple of rounds with the champ, all right?" "Come on, he's gonna show you some moves you're not gonna believe." "The kid, he's got a lot of talent." "I'm telling you, Mr. Murray, you're gonna love him, huh?" "Come on, please." "Okay, Pascoe, for you." "All right, thanks." "Champ." "I found someone who wants to spar with you." "() Come on, little boy." "Huh?" "Come on, boy, come on." "Do something." "Do something." "Yeah, the white hope, huh?" "Huh?" "That's all you got?" "All right, throw a right hand." "(Murray) All right, all right, that's enough." "I don't need my current and future champ damaging each other." "[Chuckles]" "Thanks for savin' me, Charlie." "I'll see you again when your mama's not around." "(Travis) All right." "Huh?" "I like the kid." "Yeah, he's terrific, huh?" "So you gonna be there next week?" "Huh?" "I'm telling you, he's gonna rip Sangster apart, guaranteed." "Nice meeting you, ma'am." "Yes, you too." "So next week, huh, Mr. Murray?" "Okay, Pascal." "No, Pascoe." " Pascoe." " Yeah." "See you next week, Charlie." "Keep up the good work, Travis." "(Travis) Take care, sir." "So..." "Jacko's gonna shit when hears about this." "Hey, listen." "Hey, hey, you rip Sangster apart next week, hey, I think we got a big deal with Mr. Murray," "I'm telling you, with Charlie Murray." "All right, Travis?" "Hey." "[Laughs]" "[Kissing sound]" "It's gonna be okay." "Don't worry." "Don't worry." "Don't worry, Cora." "[Travis imitates airplane crashing]" "You missed me, didn't you?" "Not much." "See, I've been to Wildman's and, ah, met with Charlie Murray." "What?" "And sparred with the fuckin' King." " No shit." " Yeah." "He's another fuckin' fag, you know that, right?" "Jacko, man, Jacko, you would have fuckin' loved it, man." "I mean, the gym is huge, and the fighters over there, man." "It's what we've been training for, bro, J.T. Magic." "J.T. Maaa..." "You know, you're a fuckin' asshole, you know that?" "What?" "Settin' me up like that." "Who, Ralph?" "It was just a goof." "Hey, a goof?" "Mm-hmm." "Tellin' that fag that I liked him?" "What the fuck?" "I did you a favor, man, giving you a fag to bash." "You ought to thank me." "Yeah, thanks." "Well, you know, I would have rather had the redhead with the tits." "Yeah, but the redhead with the tits really wanted me." "Oh, don't they all." "Oh, you've noticed, huh?" "That's good." "You're a bright one." "You know, I'm surprised..." "I'm surprised Fletcher didn't lock you up." "Bastard tried to, but I got two days in the lockup for that shit." "Yeah, you're lucky." "Fuckin' fags." "That just ain't natural." "No, of course not." "If it was, God would have created Adam and fuckin' Bruce." "Or Travis and Ralph." "Fuck off, dude." "I gotta keep runnin'." "Would you mind?" "I gotta cash my fuckin' unemployment check." "Yeah." "Float like a butterfly." "Sting like a cruise missile." "Yeah." "I gotta freshen up." "Yeah, you do that, all right?" " All right." " See you tonight." "[Driving dance music]" "[Crowd whooping and whistling]" "(man) Yeah!" "Take it off!" "Yeah!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Take it off!" "[Cheering]" "[Crowd whooping]" "[Knocking]" "(Travis) Jacko!" "[Knocking]" "[Jacko moaning]" "Jacko." "[Knocks] Jacko." "[Knocks] Hello." "Yeah." "Hey, pineapple boy." "Hey." "[Sniffs]" "[Groans] Oh, Christ." "Travis, it's too goddamn early." "[Snorts]" "Oh." "[Tom snoring]" "[Jacko snorts]" "[Groans]" "What the fuck happened here?" "A little tussle with old Tom last night." "Yeah?" "Real Kodak moment." "[Snorts] What you doin'?" "(Jacko) Yeah, it's not enough I gotta let him live here, right?" "Ah, man, what happened to your mom?" "(Jacko) Ah... the fucker knocked it down." "Oh, Christ." "Hey, what about Edgar?" "Does he still mess with you?" "Next time's his last time." "I hear that." "You know, I didn't know if I was gonna see you this morning." "Well, you're not the only one in training." "Oh, yeah?" "You still gonna get Dumiak?" "Mm." "Same night you get Sangster." "[Sighs]" "Thank you." "See you, Ma." "See you, Mrs. O'Mal." "[Door slams]" "Huh?" "[Bottle cap clinks]" "[Coughs]" "Hey, what are you gonna do about Annie?" "About what?" "About when we go to Vegas." "Well... she wants to live there, you know." "Well, what do you mean?" "In our place?" "Relax, dude." "Nothing's settled yet, all right?" "[Man, singsongy] Yoo-hoo, Travis." " Hey, yo, man." " Fuckin' Skids." "Fuck him, dude." "Fuck that." "Let's work." "Fuck him." "Come on, let's work." "Come on." "Come on." "[Speaking indistinctly]" "[Both grunting]" "So it's steak, huh?" "Yeah." "Travis needs his strength for the fight tomorrow night." "Well, it's lucky somebody picks up an occasional shift at the mill so we can afford steak." "You know, I'd be... [throat clears] I'd be nervous to watch, but maybe if..." "if you took me," "I could close my eyes at the bad parts." "It would be nice if we were there when he wins." "That's if he wins." "Oh, he's gonna win." "Well, he didn't win last time." "Besides, mill called about a shift tomorrow night, and we need the money, what with eating' steak and all." "Slam!" "[Sobbing]" "Just forget the bastard, Travis." "He treats you and your mom like dogs." "He wants me to lose." "You are not gonna lose." "You are gonna win, and we're going to Vegas to have a life together." "You can do it." "We can get out of this shithole." "That is what you want... isn't it?" "Yeah, but Jacko is..." "Jacko's a loser." "He always will be." "Do not let him drag you down." "He's my friend." "If he was your friend, he would want what's best for you, which is us, in the sunshine, having a family." "But he wants to come, Annie." "I mean, you know it's all we ever talked about since we were kids." "Well, you're not kids anymore." "Let him get his own place." "You need to be with me." "Annie, I can't." "The fight." "Then after you win." "No, talk to Jacko, all right?" "And tell him about us?" "Yeah." "Tomorrow night, ah, after I win." "After you win." "Don't come to the fight, okay, Annie?" "Just stay home, and I'll come right after." "Okay." "After I win." "Okay." "After you win." "[Ominous music]" "[Gloved fists pounding]" "[Ominous music]" "[Spray canister rattling]" "Mr. O'Malley says you're dead." "How's your boyfriend?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Where's... [sucking sound] Travis?" "(Dumiak) Looks like I just rose from the fuckin' grave, faggot." "What the fuck you gonna do now, run back to your boyfriend?" "Yeah, let's see who's pissing down whose pants leg now." "Come on, I know you want some of this, faggot." "Hold that motherfucker down." "Hold that fucker." "[Men grunting]" "(man) Come on." "[Jacko grunts and metal bashes]" "Ah!" "[Metal bashes]" "Ting!" "Nobody calls me a fuckin' faggot." "Sangster said Travis had a hard-on in the clinch." "It's a fuckin' lie." "Everybody knows you're faggots!" "[Sonorous pounding]" "[Grunting]" "[Panting]" "All right." "[Sobs]" "[Whimpering]" "[Metal banging]" "[Gasps] Fuck." "[Whimpering]" "What the fuck?" "(Jacko) Shh!" "Not so loud." "Jacko?" "Hey, are we alone?" "Yeah, man." "Turn the fuckin' lights on." "[Sighs]" "Hey." "Where'd you come from?" "Uh, window out back." "I, ah, just figured I'd surprise you." "Yeah, I nearly shit myself, man." "Thought I went blind." "Yeah, it's from too much jacking' off." "Man, what you been doin'?" "Fuck." "What do you mean?" "Well, look at you, man." "Your... your jacket's all ripped." "I know;" "I know;" "I..." "I fuckin'..." "I did it..." "Hey, what's on your face, man?" "You look..." " l..." "I slipped, all right?" " You've been in a fight." "Coming through the fuckin' window, and I ended up with my head in the bowl, fuckin' blood all over myself." "Always said you were full of shit." "The fuck, man?" "Why aren't you ready?" "Just think of it, Jacko, man." "After tonight, fuckin' goin' pro." "Yeah, just think of it." "I'll kill this fucker." "You know, Northside has been mouthing' off." "You know what I saw on the way over here?" "No, what?" ""Travis sucks dick."" "Signed Northside, spray-painted on a fuckin' wall." "Who gives a shit, all right?" "They all ride fuckin' sidesaddle anyway." "You know, uh, some word on the street that, uh, you're so scared of Dumiak, you won't even show tonight." "Fuck off, all right?" "Don't worry about Dumiak." "Just worry about what you gotta fuckin' do." "Well, I don't need to worry about fuckin' Sangster." " Oh, no?" " No." "What the fuck happened last time?" "Could you just stop it with that fuckin' shit, all right?" "You went out there like a fuckin' dynamo." "What the fuck went wrong?" "Jacko!" "It was just seein' Sangster, all right?" "What does that mean?" "What the fuck does that mean, Travis?" "I'd heard about him, okay?" "Good boxer, fast hands, but I never seen him, right?" "So then you remember right before the fight when I ran out to take a piss?" "Yeah." "So I'm standin' there, pissing, right?" "When this guy comes in, right?" "Singin' and fuckin' smilin', right?" "Comes up to me, looks down, gives me this wink." ""Hey, big boy."" "[Gloved fists pounding]" "He fuckin' said that?" "Yeah, man, ;" "I thought he was gonna grab my fuckin' cock or something." "Why didn't you rip his fuckin' arm off and shove it up his ass?" "I had the fight to think about, right?" "So... and plus I thought, you know, later, you know, we'd find him, you know?" "So then I get in the ring, right?" "And I'm all charged up to kill this fuckin' Sangster guy." "Takes off his hood." "It's the same fuckin' faggot from the bathroom checkin' my shit out." "Bullshit." "Yeah." "Right, and you know how I like to get in there, right?" "Control the fight from the beginning, go right into the fuckin' clinch." "Only this guy wants that." "Well, you didn't want that, right?" "No, man, I was doing everything I could to fuckin', you know, stay away from this queer." "But you got him in the clinch, didn't you?" "Right, finally... and he fuckin' loved it." "Did he?" "Sure, he did, man." "That's what he wanted all along." "How do you know he loved it?" "Well, he was fuckin' holding me, man, like some broad on the fuckin' dance floor, but it was a fuckin' guy." "Uhn!" "[Gloved fists pounding]" "Wait a minute." "Are you saying that he got the fuckin' hard-on in the clinch?" "Yeah, man, he did." "He fuckin' did, right?" "And that's why he's going down tonight, first round, no fuckin' around this time." "[Gloved fists pounding]" "Fuck, I wish you would have told me that sooner." "It was just too fucked up to talk about." "You know?" "All right, fuck that." "Come on, let's go." "Let's go." "All right, come on." "Let's fuckin' go." "Come on." "Let's do this." "Why the fuck didn't you kick Ralph's ass outside the Blitz club that night?" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "He's a fag;" "you should have kicked his fuckin' head in with me." "He's fucking paralyzed!" "[Knocking] 15 minutes, Travis!" "15 minutes to kill time." "All right!" "[Door shuts]" "[Sighs]" "(Travis) Hey, man." "Pascoe don't hate you that much, all right?" "Can you hear that, Jacko?" "It's fuckin' packed out there, baby." "[Crowd chattering]" "(Gordon) You're not listening to me." "(Donald) You're not giving me what I want!" "I am listening to you." "You're not listening to me, for Christ sakes!" "Well, talk to me!" "I'm telling you, I was just down in the fuckin' locker room." " He ain't there." " He's here somewhere!" "All right, we gotta get your fuckin' legs moving, your blood pumping." "This little faggot's gonna think you freaked after the last fuckin' fight, Travis." "That's why you're gonna fuckin' kill him, right?" "You're gonna fuckin' go right in, and you're gonna smash him, and you're gonna fuckin' clinch him." "Clinch him!" "This is the kid's big night, for Christ sakes." "Don't be fuckin' up his head now; come on." "You know better." "(Donald) I see you're doubling up on your bet tonight, huh?" "So what?" "This is the kid's big chance." "Don't fuck up his head now, you hear me?" "Hey, you fuckin' owe me, asshole." "Don't forget what fuckin' happened with Skids, all right?" "No." "You fuckin' trapped him, and you smashed him, right?" "He was grabbin' into me." "You fuckin' clinched him, Travis!" "You smashed him, and you fuckin' clinched him!" "What fuckin' happens in the clinch, Travis?" "What happens in the clinch?" "Feel fuckin' alive, you know?" "You feel power in your arms and your legs!" "Your whole body, alive!" "Uhn!" "Yeah, you feel him." "Your arms locked, smelling' his sweat... [sniffs] Yeah, his breath." "Feelin' his power." "Yeah." "[Gloved fists pounding]" "But he's not as strong as me!" "No!" "I was alive, and he was dead!" "And that's the only thing that fuckin' matters in the world!" "[Grunting]" "Uhn!" "You gotta fuckin'... you gotta fuckin' listen to me." "Okay?" "You listen to me." "Nobody can fuckin' beat you, all right?" "Nobody can fuckin' beat you, Travis." "You're gonna fuckin' clinch him." "In the first round, Travis, you're gonna fuckin' clinch him, and you're gonna fuckin' kill him, all right?" "That little faggot, he fuckin' got away last time." "He can't fuckin' get away this time, Travis, all right?" "We gotta finish this shit!" "We gotta fuckin' go in there, and it's one fuckin' thought, Travis!" " It's one word!" " Kill!" " You're gonna fuckin' kill him, right?" " Kill!" "Who are you gonna kill?" " Sangster!" " You're gonna kill Sangster, right?" "Fuckin' kill Sangster!" "Let's fuckin' kill him then!" " Let's fuckin' kill him!" " Queer bastard!" "Let's fuckin' finish him, all right?" " Finish him!" " Let's show him what we got, Travis!" "Let's fuckin' show him what we got!" "You kill him, all right?" " You fuckin' kill him!" " Kill him." "(both) Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!" "Let's fuckin' kill him, Travis!" "Fucking kill him!" "KILL HIM!" "[Cheering]" "I want you to clinch him." "I want you to clinch him." "Don't be afraid of it, do you hear me?" "Don't be afraid of it." "Clinch him tight, tight, tight." "All right?" "(man) All right, son." "All right, kid, go get him." "[Crowd chattering]" "[Bell dings]" "[Cheering]" "[Sonorous pounding]" "[Echoey cheering]" "[Wildly cheering]" "[Bell dinging]" "Whoo!" "Yeah!" "(Gordon) Clear the way!" "Here he comes!" "Hey, hey!" "My boy, hey!" "Southside!" "Great fight." "King of the Southside." "Great fight, Travis." "Great fight." "We'll go a long way together, kid." "A long way." "Pascoe, six figures." "Yeah, did I tell you?" "You got it!" "Top of the fuckin' world!" "[Cheering]" "Come on, fellas, let's go downstairs." "Hey, Slade." "Good fight, Slade." "How's your boy Sangster, huh?" "Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Come on, let's go down, celebrate;" "come on, fellas." "Hey." "Hey, Travis." "Travis, come on." "Hurry up and get dressed, will you?" "Murray's up in my office, making a call." "Hurry up." "Get dressed, come on." "Hey, where the fuck is Jacko?" "Oh, he's probably under the seats, humping' some honey." "[Chuckles]" "[Echoey] He's got a way with the ladies, just like the old man." "[Cackling]" "Come on, get dressed." "Hurry up." "Tom." "(Tom) What?" "Yo, hey, Gordy." "I wanna ask you something." "You know, I'd make a great corner man." "(Gordon) Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure, sure." "[Door shuts]" "Jeez." "Sorry." "Fuck me." "Sorry." "What have you been doin' in there?" "I don't know." "[Lock clicking]" "I just didn't want to be seen." "Why not?" "Who fuckin' cares, man?" "We won." "We fuckin' won, Trav." "Yeah." "Yeah, man, I did." "I mean, I..." "I won." "God, man, I..." "I gotta tell you, man." "L..." "I was fuckin' magic tonight." "[Grunting]" "Fuckin' A, Trav." "J.T. Magic." "Yeah." "[Panting]" "So, um, did he get turned on again like he did last time?" "Who cares, man?" "L..." "I won, right?" "Las Vegas!" "Right?" "We got ourselves a winner." "I know;" "I know;" "I know." "I told you, huh?" "[Both chuckling]" "Hey, Detective Fletcher." "Come to wish our local boy the best." "Fletcher used to be one of my best boys, Charlie." "Yeah, I heard about him." "Real heavy hands." "Yeah, that's him, yeah, yeah." "Uh, Mr. Murray was just leaving, huh?" " Yeah." " Yeah." "I'll send the papers around tomorrow." "All right, good, good." "Nice meeting you, detective." "Hey, top of the world, huh, Charlie?" "Top of the world, Gordon." "Top of the world." "Gordon, don't forget." "What?" "Practice wanting what you get." "[Chuckles] Yeah, yeah." "Hey, Fletch, look, I think he's down in one of the lockers, huh?" "Hey, Fletch, wait, wait, wait, wait." "Give Travis a chance to get out of there, okay?" "Come on." "Look, post a man out back behind the bathroom." "There's no other way out." "Travis don't even know he's there." "Give us a chance, Fletch, please." "Give Murray and Travis time to get out of here." "Come on." "Jesus, Donald." "You owe me this one." "You owe me." "So, uh, let's go, huh?" " All right?" " Give... give me a minute." "Well, how much time do you need, man?" "I wanna go get some pussy." "Come on." "Well, you don't want me cramping your fuckin' style, do you?" "You know, you're really starting to make me laugh." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "I mean, all this talk about getting Dumiak." "Well, you're too scared to leave the fuckin' locker room." "Don't fuckin' push it, Travis." "I mean, he's probably just pissing himself laughing, you know?" "Yeah, maybe... and maybe not." "So, uh, why aren't you going for him?" "'Cause I already got him on the way over here." "Him and... two of his morons in an alley, spray-painting "Travis sucks dick" on a wall." "I beat their heads in with a pipe." "[Scoffs]" "You know the last thing Dumiak said was Sangster told him you got the hard-on in the clinch." "Yeah, well..." "I mean, you were..." "you were banging him in the head with a pipe." "I mean, he would have said anything." "But he didn't." "He said you got the hard-on." "Why are you so interested in my hard-on anyway?" "Maybe you're the fuckin' faggot." "Watch your fuckin' mouth, Travis." "I mean, why is that, Jacko?" "You know?" "Why are you so interested in queers anyway?" "Fuck you." "You want to put the fuckin' gloves on, do it your way, that's fine, Travis, but nobody calls me a fag." "I'm not gonna fight you." "What, are you scared?" "I just want to go out." "Well, we'll fuckin' go out after this." "Dude, I'm not gonna fuckin' fight..." "You are gonna fight me, Travis." "You're my friend, man." "This is stupid." "And so was Skids, but he don't fuckin' come near you now, does he, Travis?" "Man, you're fuckin' right he don't." "You beat anyone after the fuckin' clinch." "Yeah, that's right." " Yeah?" " Mm-hmm." "Me too, Travis?" "Shut the fuck up." "Huh?" "Man, just..." "Shut up?" "Yeah, fuckin'..." "fuckin' shut up!" " Fuckin' shut up!" " You big fuckin' faggot, huh?" "Dude, I'm not gonna fight you, all right?" "Come on, Travis!" "That's fuckin' it, isn't it?" "You're just a fag!" "Huh, are you a fuckin' fag?" "Come on!" "Hit me!" "I'm fuckin' right here!" "Fuck!" "Why the fuck won't you fight me?" "You're my friend, man." "This is fucking stupid." "I mean, what is this all about, anyway?" "Fuck!" "[Both grunting]" "No, Jacko!" "No, no!" "No!" "[Panting]" "You're a fuckin' faggot!" "Wh..." "No, it's not what you think, all right?" "I fuckin' felt it!" "Felt what?" "Christ, you fuckin' loved it, Travis!" "You loved it!" "I didn't love it, okay?" "Fuckin' hate it." "It's... it's only in the clinch, all right?" "It's never, never any other time." "You're all psyched up." "Yeah, including your fuckin' cock, you're psyched up?" "Yeah, yeah, my cock, other parts as well, like my arms and my legs." "It don't make me fuckin' queer." "I don't fuckin' feel that way, so why the fuck do you?" "It's how I win my fights." "It's how I win all my fights!" "It's only in the clinch." "Only happens in the clinch." "All the fuckin'... the times, you know, that we fuckin' been together." "So what?" "I don't want to touch you." "I never..." "I never thought nothin' like that." "L... you know?" "I mean..." "I mean, how many times you fuckin' smacked me on the ass, O'Malley?" "Shut the fuck up." "I'm fuckin' around." "You know that." "Yeah, well, why'd you do it?" "I mean, for a laugh or because it made you feel good?" "Fuck you, Travis." "Fuck you." "What are you scared of, Jacko?" "I'm not scared of nothin'." "You're scared of going to Vegas." "You're scared of becoming a nobody." "Yeah, well, at least I don't get a fuckin' hard-on grabbing' some fuckin' guy." "You wanted it." "You fuckin' wanted it, you fuckin' traitor!" "You believed Dumiak." "Jesus Christ." "I thought about what he fuckin' said, Travis." "I mean, Jesus, think about it." "Just fuckin' think about it for a second." "You only fuckin' win after the clinch, right?" "Skids and all of them." "It's only after the fuckin' clinch." "I mean, shit, and that fuckin' bullshit story about Sangster in the fuckin' bathroom." "Sangster's a fuckin' queer." "Are they all fags, Travis?" "Are they all fuckin' fags?" "Jacko." "I'm your friend." "I'm your friend." "N" " Nothing is different, okay?" "Everything's the same!" "Shit, Travis, nothing's the fuckin' same." "I killed three fuckin' guys because they just fuckin' said we were queer." "They just fuckin' said it, that's all." "I mean, Jesus Christ, that faggot Ralph was fuckin' lookin' at you." "You didn't kick his fuckin' ass!" "Don't you think I saw that?" "[Whimpering]" "Yeah, big fuckin' laugh, right?" "S-Settin' up fuckin'..." "Uhn!" "Settin' up Travis with a fuckin'... fuckin' queer, right?" "It makes me wonder, you know." "Like... [sobbing]" "What can... what can they see in me, you know?" "Like, what... what's wrong with me, you know?" "No, I mean, you know, when I'm in the ring, feeling like that, you know, I wanna fuckin'..." "fuckin' smash somebody, fucking kill somebody." "I'm fuckin' feeling..." "it feels so fuckin' good!" "I feel great!" "[Sobbing] I mean..." "And afterwards, man." "[Sobbing]" "I'm fuckin' scared, man." "I mean, I..." "When I'm in the clinch, you know..." "Um..." "I like it, man." "[Sniffs] It turns me on, okay?" "But I don't want that, all right?" "I don't want that." "That's not... that's not... that's not what I'm... that's not what I'm about." "You know?" "[Panting]" "L..." "So I fight against it." "I fight against it, man." "Just smash it, and I fuckin' kill it, just anything to get away, okay?" "And then I win." "Fuckin', that's how I win, by fighting against it, beating it." "I win every time." "(Donald) Guys, let's go." "Get your stuff in there." "Let's close that trunk." "Check your gun." "Okay, now, you stay here in the alley." "Keep your eyes open." "Everybody, let's go!" "So let's go out, huh?" "I can't." "Oops are everywhere." "I'm surprised Fletcher hasn't grabbed me already." "Come on, man." "Let's get out." "We can risk it." "No." "What are you gonna do, man?" "You just gonna sit here?" "I got nowhere else to go." "Come on, let's..." "Let's get out, man." "Let's get out of here." "Travis, where the fuck can I go?" "Anywhere." "Fuckin' Canada, man." "We'll jump a ship for Canada." "Thanks." "But you better not be seen with me." "Right." "I think I'll make a move." "Yeah." "Talk to you..." "talk to you tomorrow?" "How about I write you from inside?" "You'll get out of it, Jack, okay?" "You always do." "Yeah." "So I'm out of here." "[Water droplets patting]" "Fuck." "Fuck that." "Give me a hand, all right?" "Come on." "Hey, watch where you're puttin' your hands." "[Chuckles]" "[Both grunting]" "Fletcher." "I'm glad you won." "I'll see you, Trav." "See you, Jacko." "Hey, hold it right there." "[Distant banging]" "[Groaning]" "[Gunshot] [ominous music]"