"[Insects Humming]" "[ Chomping]" "[Snarling]" "[Snarling Continues]" "[ Chewing]" "[Woman Singing]" "[Man Rapping]" "[Crowd Cheering]" "[Bell Dings] -[Grunting]" "Let's Go champ!" "[Cheering Continues]" "And so we are halfway through the sixth round of this heavyweight title fight... and on my unofficial count, I got the champ ahead." "Why wouldn't you have?" "He's getting a one-way beating." "He is administrating a licking to this kid." "[Announcer]It's called the "sweet science, "this sport of boxing... and it is a carnival of carnage." "This is the vineyard of the "fistic" arts... and the grapes of pugilism are being stomped into a Chateauneuf-du-pulp tonight." "[Woman]Get outta the way!" "Um, an arena ve-ve-very" "Hard Copy, why don't you move your fuckin' crew outta the way?" "You're fuckin' up my view." "And" " And the groundlings, very much aroused..." "Get outta the way!" "as they should be, for this is not a boxing arena." "It's the Globe Theatre." "It's the Old Vic." "These people aren't really watching a heavyweight fight." "They're watching King Lear." "Hey, hey, motherfucker, are you deaf?" "I didn't pay $1,500 for both these seats... and flatten them watchamajiggem up here to see no King Lear." "What the fuck is wrong?" "My brother, I'm a man of peace." ""Why do you box?"" "I can't let no white motherfucker call me "brother." - "I'm not a poet."" "Movin' on." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Where you at?" "Where you at?" "There's three of you and one of me, and you're running like roaches when the lights come on!" "Punch or get out!" "[ Cheering Continues]" "Hit him!" "Hit him!" "Hit him!" "[ Grunting Continues]" "Go to your corner." "[Crowd Cheering]" "Three, four, five..." "six, seven, eight, nine, 10!" "[Crowd] Roper!" "Roper!" "Roper!" "Roper!" "He's out!" "[Bell Dings]" "[Cheering Continues]" "[Woman Singing]" "The Lord God Jehovah is a mighty god!" "Am I right?" "A mighty god." "Champ." "Champ." "You're a beautiful human being." "Come on over, baby." "Freddie wants to talk to you." "Congratulations, champ." "Was that as easy a fight as it looked?" "Of course it was easy." "I'm the greatest fighter in the world." "Even in China." "Nobody can beat me." "You know, you got a little attitude there." "Are you mad at something?" "I'm a little upset with myself, because I had a image of this guy falling on a right hand." "But I hit him with the left, and I hit him so hard that his jaw kind of shattered." "When I came back with the right." "he was already on the ground." "Glory be to God!" "All praises due Allah!" "God bless America." "This is a great champion and a great man." "If I can have the fighter back a minute here, Reverend." "You're saying it makes a difference to you how he falls?" "With a left or a right?" "Oh, definitely." "I'm a artist out there, and-and, you know... it's like I painted a beautiful picture of the Mona Lisa and forgot to put the breast on." "That's beccause the champ is an artist, and he's the greatest showman on the planet." "And the greatest fighter." "No man can beat this man at this point in his life." "And I want you to know, Marvin Shabazz, wherever you are... you better watch the things you're sayin', 'cause we hear 'em." "Reverend-- -to go along with the rest of the heads he already has." "Let me borrow the fighter" "We're callin' the taxidermist right now for the fighter that he just laid out." "Let me get the fighter back." "Did this guy hurt you at all?" "Not at all." "He hit me one time just to wake me up, because I was bored." "Bored?" "That's right." "Otherwise, it was just like fightin' my little sister." "That's right." "Otherwise, it was just like fightin' my little sister." "Okay, ladies and gentlemen of the press..." "I'm now proud to present to you... the undisputed... and still undefeated... heavyweight champion of the world..." "James "The Grim Reaper" Roper!" "[Audience Cheering, Shouting]" "[Audience Cheering, Shouting]" "Move, move, move!" "Shut up!" "Shut the fuck up!" "Sit down." "It's a pressconference." "[Shouting Continues]" "I want to say all praise to Allah." "Allah Akbah, champ." "Send some love out to my dear and a special shout-out to the Reverend Sultan here." "'Cause without him, I wouldn't even be around." "Who do you plan to fight next?" "Uh, well, that's the reverend's job." "He sets 'em up." "I just knock 'em out." "Fuckin' bullshit, motherfucker." "I'm the number-one contender, and I'm tired of you duckin' me." "Get outta the way!" "Hey, we ain't duckin' you, man." "You're just so black, we can't fight you." " Fuck you!" "[Laughing]" "Marvin Shabazz, you're a great fighter... and you will get your title shot." "Oh-Oh-Oh, no,no,no,no." "See, what we want is, is a guarantee." "Yeah, that's right, that my man, Marvin Shabazz Flex O'Neil" "Marvin, will you?" "Boy, that boy's good, ain't he?" "And I'm sayin' that everybody knows he's good." "We're just asking the reverend to give us a shot at the title." "Can you just" "Stop running like a B-I--itch." ""B-I-itch"?" "It's "be-otch."" "Where the fuck you from?" "Listen, tar baby... why don't you go get some Ambi, brighten your ass up and stop lookin' like a oil spill... and then we can talk business." "I'll tell you what, honk." "That old corny shit." "I'll stick my dick so far your fuckin' ass, I'll impale your tonsils." "Oh, that's a pretty picture!" "Shut up!" "All right." "Fake-ass black man." "Is this what you want?" "That's exactly what I want." "I'll spank you with it." "Spank him, champ!" "I'll spank you." "Come here!" "Spank me with it, motherfucker!" "You ain't earned it!" "You wanna drive another" "I'm the champ, motherfucker." "Till you beat me, I am the champ." "[Woman Singing]" "Thanks, Sultan." "How's everybody?" "[Positive Responses]" "How's everybody?" "Hey!" "Everybody enjoy yourself, all right?" "How was the house, Peter?" "Capacity." "But we gave away 4,000 seats to charity." "Fred, we keep puttin' on fights like this, I'm gonna have to sell the fuckin' hotel." "Do you have the pay-per-view pickup, Artemus?" "I understand that, but I'm the one" "Artemus!" "Yeah." "Okay." "Yes." "Yeah." "Bad news." "How bad?" "Pay-per-view was down 50% from the last heavyweight title fight." "[ Groans]" "Yeah, we lost our ass." "Well, I just un-guaranteed it." "Buy him another fuckin' Rolls-Royce." "Buy him two." "Wait." "He's got six already." "Well, now he's got eight!" "[ Laughter, Chattering]" "Here he is." "Showtime, folks," "[Roper] Who's in the house?" "[Cheering, Chattering]" "The heavywight champion of the world!" "[Man Singing]" "What's up,babe?" "I love you." "Not like I love you." "No, I love you." "I love you." "You're my brother." "I just won $10 million!" "Ow!" "I love you." "Wait a minute." "That's the third "I love you"" "Am I gettin' jerked again?" "You're my brother." "I know I'm your brother, but am I gettin' fucked again?" "I love you." "Artemus, am I gettin' jerked?" "He's your brother." "Sol?" "He loves you." "I love you." "Yo, forget this this, man." "[Chuckling] Champ, champ." "No, no, Reverend." "This is the payday, man." "This is the day we've been waitin' for." "You're my brother." "I got your brother hangin' low." "Now, I done had 38 fights for you, and I won 'em all." "What I got to show for it?" "Six Rolls-Royces?" "Wait." "You got eight." "No, I got a guaranteed contact for $10 million." "I'll sue your ass." "Sue his ass, champ." "Sue him." "For everything." "Sue me." "Sue him." "Sue him." "[Laughing] I love you." "Yo, this is bullshit, man." "Stop saying that!" "All right?" "Yo, Irv!" "I'll be back." "What up, kid?" "[Grunts]" "Oh!" "Damn, champ!" "Ohh!" "Wardell." " Yes, sir.." "Yes, sir.." "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "Okay, thank you." "Let me help you up." "Let me fix your hat." "[ Both Chuckling]" "Can you forgive me as I forgive you?" "What am I forgiving' you for now, man?" "For bein' human." "For bein' flawed." "I hurt." "I bleed." "[Jeering]" "No, Fred. / hurt. / bleed." "And I want my goddamn money!" "Now!" "[Sighs] Sweetheart, could you" "[ Groaning]" "Sit." "There better be some money up underneath this couch." "All right, everybody, you heard him." "The champ wants his money." "[Woman] That's what he said." "[Man] Yes, sir.." "Artemus, we will pay the champ what we're obligated to pay him." "Sell my house." "Sell my cars." "Sell these rings." "[Murmuring]" "Disband my company." "Fire the employees." "File chapter 11." "And we'll settle with the champ for what?" "Fifteen cents on the dollar.." "[Sighs] Do it." "[Murmuring Continues]" "Champ, you would let this man... the only father figure you've ever had, destroy himself for you?" "You bet your yarmulke." "Well, consider it done." "No." "No." "Fred, please, now." "You're just a little upset." "Of course I'm upset." "I'm upset... because I know what's wrong." "Peter, do you know what's wrong?" "No." "Artemus?" "No." "Sol?" "No." "How about you, champ?" "I don't know nothin' anymore." "There's a reason everyone has lost interest... in the heavyweight championship of the world." "And it's very simple." "People are tired of paying' good money... to watch niggers beat up niggers." "I need a white heavyweight contender worse than white America needs one." "[Laughter]" "Come on." "A white heavyweight?" "Man, the two words don't even go together.." "It's like sayin' "black unity." -[Laughing]" "Hey, look, man, cut the bullshit." "I want Shabazz." "Shut up, boy!" "You work for me!" "[People Gasping]" "And if you do shut up, and you do work for me... you'll make more money than you've ever dreamed of." "You'll make $40 million." "Whoo!" "[ Murmuring]" "If I'm makin' 40, think how much you gonna make." "I am!" "Hey, look, Rev... nobody gonna buy the idea of a white contender." "It ain't about race It's about boxing." "[ Laughing]" "[All Laughing]" "Sit down." "I just stood up." "Sit down." "[ Laughing Continues]" "What's the highest grossing fight in the history of boxing?" "Uh, Tyson-Gibbons." "Ali-Frazier." "Hagler-Leonard." "No, Hagler-Hearns." ""Thrilla" in Manila." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" "The highest grossing fight in the history of boxing" "Is Cooney versus Holmes." "[Sultan] Can you tell me why, James?" "Yeah. 'Cause Cooney was a white boy." "And his jab couldn't break wind!" "[Laughing]" "That's true." "If there ain't a white guy out there for you..." "I'm gonna create you one." "[Shouts Of Approval]" "[Announcer] Fred Sultan... you and I are gonna take a close look at this boxing promoter... this exploiter, embezzler... charlatan and demagogue." "And by the time our journey is over, gentle viewer..." "I'm gonna expose him for what he really is:" "the devil incarnate." "The real story begins in 1953, in Atlanta... when a young man by the name of Fred Johnson... who had been a child evangelist... and who'd already been caught running a pyramid scam on his parishioners... was arrested and convicted for assault." "He nearly stomped a man to death very brutally" "Don't" " What army is this?" "All right, all right." "Enough." "Enough." "Not again." "Not again." "Get this on camera." "[Woman] Don't touch him again!" "[Woman] Yes." "Rolling." "[Kane] I've got here Marvin Shabazz... the man next in line to fight James Roper." "That's how it should be, but I got a bad feeling about this one, Mitchell." "Yeah, and if Sultan doesn't give us a shot at the title... and he tries to duck us, then we will sue him." "That's right." "That's right." "And I will support these men." "Honorable-- I-I-I'll take it, baby." "I'll take it." "These are honorable men." "Very" " Yes." "No, we are honorable men." "But I've worked too hard for this." "We've worked too hard for this." "Now, I am the number-one contender." "I'm tired of James "The Poodle," "Grim Reaper," whatever he want to calls himself... duckin' me, all right?" "I'm tired of the man drivin' around in eight Rolls-Royces." "He ain't fought nobody." "I'm still in a "Brough-ham."" "Exactly." "That--A what?" "Uh, a-a Brougham." "He-He drives a Brougham." "What's a Brougham?" "It's maroon." "Well, actually it's not maroon." "What it is" " It's merlot." "And it's a Brougham." " Cut." "Did we cut?" "Yeah." "What's a merlot Brougham?" "It's like an old car, right?" "You guys don't know what a merlot Brougham is?" "I thought it was a breakfast cereal." "I thought so too." "I'm sorry." "We got" "It's a Cadillac." "Oh." "A "Brom."" ""Brough-ham."" "A Brougham." "Brougham, not "Brom."" "I got it." "A Brougham." "Rolling." "Let's pick up." "[Woman] And again." "Action." "The merlot Brougham." "It's a" " It's a fine car, but nothing like a Rolls-Royce." "And you guys are plenty peeved." " Yeah." "I don't care about the cars." "I just want to fight." "That's all." "Exactly." "Like my daddy say, you out there, James "The Poodle." "Pussy," whatever your name is... if you a man, be a man." "Step up." "Fight me." "You ain't fought nobody." "Your daddy said... what?" "Is he talking about" "He's talking about the poodle or the" "No,no,no,no,no." "It's just a fact." "You grow up in the hood." "You become a man." "You wanna start actin' like a man, then you be a man," "Just like my father had told me that... when the green grass starts growing' on the other side, then somebody gotta cut the lawn." "You know, my father said once, "When you" " When you, uh..." ""laugh and the whole world laughs with you." "Cry, and I'll give you something to cry about, you little bastard."" "That what he said." "And you know what that's done to me?" "I-I'm not-- I'm not for sure" "You're a little camera shy, aren't you?" "Well, some-sometimes, but, you know, I'm gettin' the hang of it." "Yeah." "[Announcer, Insistinct]" "[Sultan] This the guy at the top of your list, Julio?" "He's on the top of my punching' bag list." "Look at this shit." "Fuck." "[Crowd Groans] -[Sol] There he goes." "[Muttering] That's my new assistant." "I could intoduce you." "Julio, come on." "Looks like two moons over Miami." "[Prince] Come on." "Let's go." "[ Muttering]" "Sultan] Yeah, I like this guy." "Kind of squeaky clean... shit-don't-stink, Mouseketeer-lookin' motherfucker.." "Yeah, Pat Boone in boxing gloves." "[Sol] You know, John Wayne is his uncle." "[Chattering] [Sol] Don't look like John Wayne now." "Ohh!" "[ Crowd Cheering]" "Next." "[Julio] Come on, get the next one on." "[Peter] What's with this guy's hair?" "Look at his hair!" "[Julio] Guy's part of the space program." "[Sultan] This guy's good." "Kind of swarthy, mysterious, strong-jawed, sexy." "Women might like him." "Oh, they'll eat it up." "[Peter,] "Suave Bola" guy." "[Grunting] -[All Groaning]" "[Sol Try to towel off!" "[Muttering]" "[Sultan] Next." "[Announcer] Championship in South Africa" "[Sultan] South Africa, Julio?" "South Africa?" "Where'd he go?" "[Man] Good for you." "Oh, I felt that." "[Sultan] Oh, Dolph Lundren." "[Peter] I like this guy." "I was at this fight." "It was two months ago." "Yeah?" "What happened?" "Watch." "[Sultan] Rocky VI." "Ohh!" "[ Laughing]" "[Sol] The guy had to have his jaw rewired." "Get a picture of him." "[Laughing]" "[Peter] Thank you." "Thank you very much." "Thank you very much." "My God." "You know, it's a shame... political power in this country's not determined in a boxing ring." "If it was, we'd learn how to fight." "[Laughing]" "See?" "I told you" "You told me shit, Julio." "Ahem!" "I have an idea." "Hey, shut the fuck up and run the tapes, huh?" "Oh, you gonna clown me?" "You can run this shit yourself." "Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." "He apologizes." "[Smacks]" "[Sultan] Speak, please." "Come on." "I was simply trying to say the champ, he's never lost as a proffessional, right?" "Yeah." "News flash." "What gave it away?" "His record?" "But...he's lost as an amateur, right?" "So what?" " Yeah, so what?" "He was B.F.D." "So... who beat him?" " Who cares?" "He was an amateur.." "Amateurs don't count." "Are you high?" "Are you on something?" "Hey, hey, hey, shut the fuck up." "Don't you realize what she's saying?" "Ten years ago, who beat Roper as an amateur?" "His mother." "[All Laughing]" "Uh, who?" "Terry Conklin." "Sweeheart, you are smarter than all these clowns put together." "[ Kisses]" "Terry who?" "You work for me now." "Hey, wait a minute." "She works for me." "Uh, Julio, she works for me." "Okay, fine." "You got her." "Welcome to the club, sweetheart." "Well, you can check this "sweetheart" shit at the door." "She works for you now." "Excuse me, Ms Bambi." "And you get a 10% raise." "[ Chuckles]" "Now, where were we?" "Terry Conklin." "Terry Conklin." "From Cleveland." "Golden Gloves champion." "Good left hook." "Great overhand right." "Undefeated as an amateur.." "Discovered God or drugs or pussy or some such shit." "Man, look at how they livin'!" "Ooh!" "Get down." "Since Marciano for inner-fucking-peace." "Geez, what a dumb fuck he was." "Unbelievable!" "Now, you wanna find his Brady Bunch ass?" "I'll call Bert Sugar." "You ain't fuckin' me no more!" "[Gasps]" "Disperse, bitches, will you?" "Marvin, Marvin, chill." "Yeah." "Then we come in here Nino Brown style" "Yeah, that's what it's about." "And the next thing you know... we got guns on you, and what you got, huh?" "[Pistols Cocking]" "You got a-- a whole, uh-- whole bunch og guns with-with lasers on 'em." "We don't have any of those." "[Sniffs]" "But I mean, you know, does violence really solve anything?" "I mean, we just came over because you haven't answered our calls or anything like that." "We thought that, you know, maybe something was wrong with you." "We just wanted to let you know we got your back. [Nervous Chuckling]" "And, uh, you haven't offered us a shot at the title." "And it's just a rumour, but people are talkin' about you tryin' to duck my man." "And that's, you know" "Marvin, I'm giving you the title shot." "As a matter of fact, we were just discussing the details." "Yeah, there's some legal bull" " Hello." "There's some legal bullshit we have to work out before we can make you an offer." "We-We're" " Yeah, we're just trying to get all of our ducks in a row." "Yeah." "It's a duck thing." "Oh, oh, okay." "Duck thing." "So you are giving us a shot at the title?" "You have my word." "Excuse me, Reverend, but your word don't mean shit, all right?" "Yeah, I mean, your word is rather doo... doo." "Uh, but we-we're lookin' for something tangible." "No, fuck tangible." "Give me something real." "I want somethin' real!" "That's what I want." "Hey, hey, hey, hey." "Just, you know, whoo, calm down." "We" " You know, we're gonna get everything together." "Like I said, we come in peace." "You know, we're small-time." "[Panting] Whoo!" "I'd like to give you something as a sign of good faith while I get my ducks in a row." "Fuck is all this duckshit-- -[Screams]" " Chill with all these ducks." "Shut up, you woman." "We tryin' to, you know, negotiate." "Let me do business." "Are you still driving that, um, maroon Brougham?" "Yeah." "I don't mean to correct you in front of your people, but it's merlot." "Oh, sorry." "Merlot." "Yeah." "Well, I'd like to give you a brand-new merlot Brougham, as a sign of good faith." "Because you're my brother and I love you." "Cool, cool." "That's-- Hey, that sounds, you know" "No, I-I-I'm tired of merlot." "That's right, I'm tired." "I can't stand another merlot." "[Chucles] Well, baby, you know, there's this sweet gold" "Oh, kind of a muscatel." "Go on, sister." "All right." "Hey, That's fine." "Muscatel." "Artemus?" " Yeah." "Order a brand-new muscatel." "Royal Brougham... fully loaded with, um, a petite Syrah interior... and have it delivered to Mr.." "Shabazz immediately." "Got it." "[ Chuckling]" "Thanks, man." "I" " You know" " Boy, that's-- You know, that really means a lot." "I would take it that a fully loaded... muscatel Brougham with the serials and petite and everything like that... is a good faith down payment on a title fight." "[ Chuckles] My brothers." "Hey, Man, I'm glad we could, you know, straighten this out." "Man, this" " Is this rayon?" "This is nice." "Whole thing got my blood pressure up, man." "[Sighs] -[Thank you." "All right, now." "Come and hug the man." "Thank you." "Mm-hmm." "We're about to be champs, baby." "My daddy said, "Don't pull your shit out if you ain't ready to use it," you know?" "Shut up!" "Bitch!" "[Scoffs] -[Sniffing]" "[Sighs] I gotta change." "[Bambi] Sultan, I got him." "Mm-hmm." "Terry Conklin is still livin' in Cleveland." "He's in a band called Massive Head Wound." "Yeah, for the kids." "Yeah, I'm booking' the flight now." "[Chattering]" "[Laughter]" "[Singing]" "This guy's a putz!" "No, he's got something." "You like him, Bambi?" "I think he's gorgeous." "Say what?" "For a white boy." "Thank you." "I think we found our man!" "[Yelling]" "Terry." "Terry, this is Suzette." "Come on." "Wonderful music, Terry." "Wonderful." "I feel that, uh, you're my brother." "I'm your anti-brother." "My anti-brother." "[Laughs]" "I like that." "[ Chuckles]" "You know, actually, you're a poet." "Well, an anti-poet." "Terry." "All right." "Come on." "Hit the bricks." "You know, it-- it feels like... oh, like anti-music." "Terry." "This is Angel." "Cool." "Hey," "[Angel] I worship you." "Worship is a Judeo-Christian concept." "I'm a Buddhist." "No shit." "Sol, heads up." "Incoming." "Uh, Terry." "[Sultan] Terry." "May I call you Terry?" "What you call me is of no concern to me." "Good. 'Cause I'm gonna call your ass "The Great White Hope."" "[ Grunting]" "[Sultan] Excuse me." "Terry..." "I'm trying to make you a business proposition here." "I give my money to the homeless." "Good." "Then if you take me up on my proposition and return to the ring..." "I guarantee that you will personally wipe out homelessness in America." "What did you say?" "I want you to return to the ring." "[Groans, Chuckles]" "[Giggles] -[Chuckles]" "I don't fight anymore." "But you're the only man to ever beat the current heavyweight champion." "Very long time ago." "You can still kick his ass!" "He's still susceptible to an overhand right." "[ Chuckles] I did cold-cock that sucker, didn't I?" "Oh, you nailed him!" "You rocked his ass!" "Think about it." "This could be the fight of the century." "The fight of the century." "Hundred years." "You." "Mm-hmm." "Yeah, right, right." "Until the next fight of the century, right?" "[Laughing]" "Get the fuck outta my chair." "You're a shrewd man." "Well, if not for yourself, Terry, do it for the tired, the poor... the teeming masses yearning to breathe free." "How much I get?" "Ten million dollars." "And hire you the best managers and trainers in the business." "Ten million dollars?" "You really think I could take him?" "He's scared shitless of you," "And think of the homeless." "[Angel Moaning]" "[ Chuckling]" "[Angel Kissing]" "[Yelps]" " Well!" "Well." "You found Terry Conklin, huh?" "Yep." "Congratulations." "Now I want the W.B.I. to rank him in the top 10 so I can give him a titleshot." "You know, Reverend, uh, over the years..." "I have bent and greased and stretched the rules for you." "As a matter of fact, I consider myself something of an artist in this regard." "You are an artist, Julio." "Yes, but even I... cannot rank a fighter who has never had a proffessional fight." "Now, what's it gonna take for you to make this happen?" "I can't do it." "Money?" "No." "Sex?" "Drugs?" "Power?" "[Chuckles] Yeah, power." "That's what I" " Yeah, power." "[Laughing] Pow" "Yeah." "You're fired." "Okay." "Money, sex and drugs." "[Sultan] Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce... that 60 days from today... on March 17, St. Patrick's Day..." "James "The Grim Reaper" Roper... will defend his heavyweight title... against the number-eight-ranked heavyweight contender... according to the newly released W.B.I. ranking." "[ Chuckles]" ""Irish" Terry Conklin!" "I'm not Irish." "Let's hear it for the kid." "There he is." "There he is." ""Irish" Terry Conklin." "[Bagpipes] [Man] This is a goddamn disgrace." "This kid can't fight." "You've sullied the great name of boxing." "Oh, ye of little faith." "This man has been catapulted into the rankings... by the honorable, estimable, incorruptible president... of World Boxing International..." "Mr.." "Julio Escobar.." "And for very good reason." "Name one." "Well, you forget that this man..." "was an undefeated amateur..." "That's right." "who knocked out James Roper in the Goleden Gloves Championship." "Knocked him through the ropes!" "I was 17." "I'd kill Howdy Doody now!" "Nigga, sit your motherfuckin' ass down." "I'm tryin'-- [Muttering]" "I think Terry has a few words he wants to say to you." "Terry, come up here." "[Light Applause]" "Uh, well, I would just like to start off by sayin' thank you to the champ... for giving me this chance to" "Wow,man." "Wow." "You're a-- You're a great champ." "Uh, and after I'm done kicking' the champ's butt..." "I'm gonna donate all my monies to eradicating the homelessness situations." "And also the poverty situations will be eradicated... in America, as well as the United States forever." "Thank you very much, and God bless you all." "[Light Applause]" "Got my vote for Sportsman of the year already." "[All Shouting Questions]" "Terry, Terry, Terry, who bought this?" "[Questioning Continues]" "Who is that?" "Who is he?" "And who do you think's gonna see the debacle?" "This'll is the biggest payday in sports history, much less boxing." "For Christ's sake, Sultan, the kid's not even a professional." "Bert, the kid's not even a hundred percent Irish." "But how many of you gave Foreman a chance against Moore?" "Or Buster Douglas against Tyson?" "Julo Escobar's a whore on your payroll." "What did you say?" "Keep it legal." "Did you hear that?" "That's a libelous statement and a racist comment..." "That's right." "Are you saying something about brown-skinned people?" "Do you hate Jews and Negroes as well?" "I am a Jew." "The you're an Uncle Tom!" "Jews can't be Uncle Toms." "Sure we can." "It's a sign of self-loathing." "But you're still my brother." "I'm not your brother." "[Scoffs]" "Peace." "Son of a bitch." "[Men Shouting]" "Let's get out of here." "Johnny." "[Grunts]" "Terry, this is the legendary Johnny Windsor." "He's managed many, many of the greats." "Very pleased to meet you." "[Cockney Accent] Terry, eight weeks with me... and you're not only gonna be a lean, mean killing machine... you're gonna be ready for a commission in the Waffen-SS." "Wha" "Hate,son!" "Hate!" "The great motivator." "Hate." "You're gonna hate Roper." "You're gonna hate me." "You're gonna hate the fucking world!" "I hate no man." "Well, do it..." "for the homeless, Terry" "Get changed." "We'll start." "Good luck kid." "[Bell Buzzing]" "Look, all you gotta do is make him credible." "I can make him credible, till he gets in the ring." "When the bell rings, he's dogmeat." "Dogmeat." "Time and Newsweek say I should be arrested." "Sports Illustrated says the fight's a joke." "Ring magazine says the fight is a fraud?" "Why are they sayin' these things?" "[ Clears Throat] 'Cause it's the truth." "The truth needs to be shaped and molded and framed, Sol." "Your fucking job!" "I cannot make caviar out of fisheggs!" "I can't commit homicide, but I might!" "Uh, excuse me, uh, Fred." "Listen, we" " Hi,Sol." "Tough day for you, huh?" "We need to get these contracts to Conklin for his signature before he gets a good lawyer." "I'll hire Conklin's lawyer." "All right." "How are the contracts?" "I had 'em reviewed by my entire staff." "Nobody understands anything." "Good." "I think it's our finest work." "These contracts are vague, indecipherable and best of all, they're written in stone." "I-I love you." "Don't you start that." "Excuse me, Reverend, but I opened this on accident." "It's yours." "But I think you might want to take a look at it." "What is this?" "I don't know." "Where'd it come from?" "Mitchell Kane." "He says he has a lot more of them." "A lot more?" "What's he want?" "He says he wants a private meeting." "No cameras, no third parties." "Just a "mano a mano" is how he put it." ""Mano a mano"?" "My dick wants to laugh." "What is it?" "Pictures of nothing, Sol." "You know what?" "I don't need this shit." "I'll be at the pool." "I'll finish up these, uh, these contracts for you." "[Sighs]" "Arrange a private meeting with Mr. Kane." "Yes, sir." "Action." "Although our cameras aren't allowed inside the offices of Rev. Fred Sultan... let them record, in the happenchance that I don't come out alive... that this envelope contains enough evidence to destroy this man forever." "When I return, if I return... the spotlight of truth will have peered into the depths of evil... into the soul, if one exists... of one Fred Sultan." "Kill the camera." "He's ready to see you," "Wish me well." "Cut." "I'll be okay." "It's okay." "[Muttering, Moaning]" "Sad." "Sad." "[Sniffles]" "I'm really proud of you," "I'm proud of you," "We'll be here." "[Woman Singing Opera]" "[ Mutters]" "Mr.." "Kane!" "Rev.Sultan. Here we are." "Yes, mano a mano." "[ Laughing]" "That's right." "Uh, I got a lot of pictures." "Uh" "Uh, Wardell." "What?" "Oh." "Um, I've made many copies of these" "So what do you want?" "I want to destroy you," "Ooh." "[ Laughing]" "And I want an exclusive interview... where you're gonna have to finally answer some of the tough questions." "[Laughing Continues]" "You're a bad guy, man." "You're bad." "Even Wardell's disgusted, you know, but I'm not gonna kiss your feet." "You're a fake." "You're a bully." "I don't like what you do to Girl Scouts." "That was pretty funny, huh?" "I like you." "You have a goal, and you have the balls to reach that goal." "You have a blind, stupid belief in yourself." "Don't." "Flattery is not gonna work." "My course is" "No, no, no." "I wanna offer you a job." "I heard they're gonna do Cops:" "The Musical." "That could be kind of unreal." "Well, they did it with" "Well?" "[Sighs]" "You okay, boss?" "Never more lucid." "Turn on the camera." "[Sighs] Thank you." "Thank you, Artie." "Some said this upcoming title fight is built around racism." "But is it racism that electrifies people... across the globe?" "Or is it a pride in your tribe?" "Dimly remembered throb of drums in the night... or the hard, white hoarfrost of an early morn... against the gleaming, sinuous muscle of the jungle night." "You can't do this to me!" "I've been the Sultan's publicist for 20 years!" "Boss says you're gone, your ass is outta here." "I am gonna sue you so fast, you won't know what the hell hit you!" "Man, shut up!" "Hey," "I got you guys this job." "He's right." "You better watch your back!" "Mitchell, have you sold out?" "Uh, I'm taking the road less traveled by." "[Scoffs] And what happened to, um, crusading for the truth?" "What is the truth, after all?" "History, they say, is written by the winners." "Fuck you, you whore." " Vivian" "I quit." "Oh, Viv-Vivian, we can win a Pulitzer.." "[ Elevator Bell Dings]" "[ Groans]" "[Sol] Will you come on!" "Watch this." "One, please!" "Sultan sucks!" "[Cheering]" "Happy birthday, Mrs. Ned Ashton... from me, the other Mrs. Ned Ashton." "[Gasps]" "Oh, snap." "[Women On TV] What'd she say?" "Give me a hand here, boys." "Damn." "Yo, Grim, man." "[Man On TV] What the hell?" "Yo, check, this out, G. Yo, this is a gift from Sultan." "From Sultan, bro." "Damn." "Yo." "It's your fault, man." "I'm sorry, man," "You all right, champ?" "Let me see the ring." "Damn!" "Damn!" "Damn!" "You done came up, champ." "Ooh!" "Wah, it's bigger than the last one, bro," "No question -by a good six, seven diamonds." "[Scoffs]" "Oh, damn!" "I got this!" "That was a good try, though." "You got that one." "Yeah, you know I got that one." "[ Chuckles] I was mad quick, right?" "[Muttering]" "That was phat!" "Hey, Rollo." "Huh?" "Let me see the diamond." "[ Chuckles]" "All right, man." "Kick it in." "Shut up, Irv." "Damn." "Here you go, bro." "That look nice on you, champ." "That look all right?" "It look nice on you." "You done came up like 7-Up, baby." "Yeah, it look nice on you, man." "[Stifled Chuckling]" "Real nice on the champ." "Man!" "[Laughing]" "[Rollo] I didn't want it anyway." "[Irv] Yeah." "You know you wanted it." "[Rollo] Shut up." "You got to stop eating this stuff..." "and do some road work." "Man, I could beat Conklin and my meat at the same time." "[All Laughing]" "But you got to be in some kind of shape." "Oh, I'm in shape." "I'm round." "[All Laughing]" "Yo, Mike Tyson was round when he fought Buster Douglas." "And Buster K.O.'d him." "You know why?" "'Cause Tyson wasn't ready to fight." "Don't worry, man." "When the bell ring, I'm in there." "Hey, Mr. Chump-- I mean, Mr. Champ." "I'd like to reintroduce you to an old friend." "Mr. Overhand Right." "[Rock]" "[Bagpipes]" "[Rock]" "Say, Mr. Roper, when you wake up in the hospital... realize your belt's gone, come over to my house." "I'll let you try it on sometime, fat boy." "I like this kid." "Hey, Conklin, whoop, there it is." "The Nevada Boxing And Gaming Commission is pleased to announce... the results of the encephalograms... performed on the two contestants in this proposed bout." "James Roper's encephalogram shows... no cortical lesions whatsoever." "And Mr.Conklin's also shows no, uh, no significant braindamage." "[Cheering] And this bout can proceed as scheduled." "[ Cheering Continues]" "What do you mean by "no significant brain damage"?" "We haven't seen Roper in weeks." "What's up with that?" "He ain't here because he's ducking me." "Ain't that right, Rev?" "You know he gonna get knocked naked from the waist down anyway." "He wants to continue fighting little punks like this here." "You know it's fixed." "If he fights, he's gonna be blind, crippled and crazy." "Tell him about the deal, will you?" "Why don't you piss off, you fuckin' monkey?" "Hey, Mr. French, I will bust a cap in your ass." "You?" "You stunted little dwarf." "Let me fucking get you," " Calm down." "What you wanna do?" "Come on." "Bring it on." "Sit you fat Pavarotti ass down!" "Fuck you, fuck you" "Not me." "Him, you silly bastard!" "[All Shouting]" "Terry" "What's your problem?" "I ain't got no problem, motherfucker." "You do." "I'm gonna whoop your white" "Fuck waiting' in line!" "What's up?" "I'm not gonna scare off." "Come on." "Tranquilize yourself, will you?" "Look at you." "You're scared." "You don't want no part of this, do you, white boy?" "You better go back where you came from before I rip your fuckin' heart out." "What you got here, Rev, is shit." "You're supposed to have a fight here." "You got nobody!" "Nothing!" "Oh, Jesus!" "Ohhh!" "[Muttering] -[Excited Chattering]" "[Women Squealing]" "You're still in it." "You in it, baby." "We're comin' back in here." "Whoo!" "[ Laughing]" ""One-Punch" Terry Conklin, folks." ""One Punch" Terry." "[Applause, Cheering]" "Fast hands for a white boy." "Oh, we just sold 50,000 more tickets." "[Man] Now, that's entertainment." "All right, here we go." "Ladies and gentlemen... we apologize for the behavior of Marvin Shabazz and his manager." "But if Mr.." "Shabazz just shows a little patience..." "I'm sure that Rev. Sultan" "Oh, absolutely." "But we're here to talk about Roper and Terry Conklin." "[Women Squealing]" "We love you!" "Thank you, thank you." "That's right." "May I?" "We have here 100,000... cards and letters, all for Terry Conklin." "Let's pick one at random, shall we?" "Let's get one of these." "Any one at all." "This one here." "Here, I've got, uh" " Let's, uh-- Let's see what we got here." "Uh, this one is from, um" "Gosh, it's from a boy named Joey who's in a wheelchair." "Wheelchair." "Mm-mm-mm." "He says" " He says um..." ""If you become champ, Terry, I'll believe anything is possible." "Even walking again." "Love, Joey."" "[Woman] Terry, you've made a change." "[Sighs] Man." "I'll tell you, in the cynical age that we live in... it's, uh-- it's rare indeed... when someone or something... becomes so transcendent as Terry and this fight have become." "[Simultaneous Chatter]" "[All Chattering]" "Kane!" "Kane." "[ Coughs]" "What's the matter?" "What are you doing?" "What are you hiding for?" "Enjoying your job?" "Don't, uh" "Uh, I'm so" "I don't know how to tell you this, but you, um-- you smell." "You stink a little bit." "[Chuckling]" "Well, they took away my suite, after 20 years, like that." "Hmm, well" "You gotta protect yourself" "Uh-huh." "You know, I'm not" "Listen." "Please." "Listen." "The Sultan... is ripe for a fall." "Do you understand?" "Evereybody in the organization is fed up with him." "It's not just me." "We've been waiting for a new leader to emerge, and it's you." "I see." "So I'm the, uh" "You take over his organization, and you get me my job back." "Uh" "God sent you," "Are you okay?" "Where you goin'?" "Going to take a spronge bath." "Okay." "Take it" " Take it easy." "I will." "Hey, Siegfried!" "Who's that behind" " Who?" "Come on, fellows." "That isn't funny." "[Man Rapping, Indistinct]" "[Man Singing]" "[Johnny Shouting] -[Grunts Loudly]" "[Johnny Shouting] -[Grunts Loudly]" "[Indistinct Chatter]" "I'm not Irish." "I'm not Irish." "[Indistinct Chatter]" "[Johnny] You've got a lovely chest." "Lovely." "Lovely." "[ Growls]" "You're a fucking stallion!" "Terry Conklin!" "Terry Conklin!" "[Shrieks]" "[ Grunting]" "Stay down, boy!" "[Yells] Told you to stay down!" "How do you like Las Vegas, Terry?" "What's that?" "How does it compare to Cleveland?" "Cleveland's a real city with real people... who aren't concerned with bourgeois attitudes... concerned with sexism, racism, religiousism... or any of the other kind of "isms" that Vegas is about." "Las Vegas is one of the most exploitive places I've ever seen in my life... particularly exploitive towards women." "I've never been to a city more exploitive towards women." "It makes me sick, and I can't wait to go home. [Snorts]" "[Strumming]" "But wasn't that you on the cover of Playboy magazine?" "What's that?" "That was me on the cover of Playboy magazine, but let me say two things." "One, I hated it;" "and two, that's not what I'm about." "So how's the champ lookin'?" "He's looking good." "Did you see him out there?" "No." "We can't get in to see him." "It was a great workout." "[Inhaling Deeply]" "[ Grunting]" "[ Panting]" "You should've seen the last workout today." "He's looking excellent." "[Interviewer #2] So what about all these reports of all this roomservice?" "Uh, 10 gallons of icecream... uh, a carton of Gummi Bears, all the porkskins in Vegas," "[Manager] The champ has an entourage." "He feeds 'em." "[Interviewer #2] So he's not eating any of this stuff?" "[Manager] Look." "Even if the champ were not in perfect condition... he's still a professional fighter.." "He's got savvy." "He knows how to breathe in a ring." "[Camera Shutter Clicks]" "Is racism driving this fight?" "I don't think so." "Two dollars on "Irsish" Terry." "[Woman Singing]" "Are we exploiting a history of divisive racial struggle in this country?" "I don't think so." "Two bucks on the clean-cut white boy, please." "Thank you," "To play the piano, you need the black keys" "And the white keys." "Doing a rock opera about the homeless situation in Cleveland." "I think it's applicable universally... to the homelessness situation in any major American market." "For example, South Dakota-- there's a homelessness situation that's been brought to my attention." "[Interviewer #3] Conklin's been getting a lot of publicity... about his donantions to the homeless." "for your acts of charity." "Ain't nobody's business what I do with my money." "We've found that you've given large donations of money to a number of places" "AIDS organizations, multiple sclerosis." "You visit children's hospitals in every town you go into." "I'm about to donate some money to the Remove My Foot From Your Ass Foundation." "I told you I don't wanna talk about this." "This is over." "[Interviewer #1] So you're quite a rock 'n' roller.." "I still am quite a rock 'n' roller." "Thanks for mentioning that." "Without further objections, I would like to sing my song... that I've just been working on to Mr. Roper." "Would that be all right?" "Yeah." "Let's hear it." "It's called "Mr. Roper, Mr. Roper."" "[ Grunts]" "I'm gonna open a case of butt-whippin'" "Butt-whippin' butt-whippin', butt-whippin' butt-whippin'" "Butt-whippin'" "[Screaming] Butt-whippin'" "Butt-whippin'" "Butt-whippin'" "[Screaming]" "It's called "Mr. Roper, Mr. Roper."" "You just wanna blow this fight, don't ya?" "Look, Titus, Chill." "My blackness will beat that kid." "[Man Singing, Indistinct]" "[Women Vocalizing]" "Woman Singing] -[Grunting]" "Mr. Roper." "He looks good." "He looks good." "Yeah." "Looks is what counts, isn't it?" "Hey, hey, um, now, you know, if he wins, have you thought about" "Wins?" "[ Laughs]" "Oh, man, yeah." "If he wins, uh, what are your plans after that?" "Have you thought about that?" "Like, are you happy with your deal with Sultan?" "Happy?" "I'd sooner be turked by a syphillitic bear." "Tu-Turk" " Hmm, that's interesting." ""Turked"?" "What is "turked"?" "Rectally relieved." "Oh, geez." "So, what, after-- after this fight, you'd consider signing him with another promoter?" "Or a, uh, smart younger man such as yourself?" "Well, I don't like to toot my own horn, but" "Is that what you're saying?" "Well" "Terry" "Terry!" "Get over here!" "Hmm." "What's up, Johnny?" "We may have found ourselves a great white hope." "Oh, do" "He wants to promote you," "Who?" "You?" "Yeah, maybe so." "What about Mr.Sultan?" "Uh, Mr. Sultan, you know, not so good for you guys." "He'll get what he needs, you know-- [Mutters]" "Let me ask you a question." "[Clears Throat]" "Do you covet racism?" "Do I covet racism?" "How do you mean, covet?" "Are you a racist person?" "No, I'm not." "Because I am fed up with racism in this business." "Johnny?" "Too much of it." "No, really, I believe that." "Wow." "Wow." "Gosh." "[Johnny Chuckling]" "[Terry] Can I have a hug?" "[ Mitchell] Sure." "Sure." "Oh, look at this." "Oh!" "[Terry] Whoa!" "Introducing... the most popular heavyweight since Muhammad Ali" "[Together] "Irish" Terry Conklin!" "[Rock] -[Audience Cheering, Hooting]" "[Shouting]" "[Women Cheering]" "The challenger-- the challenger weighs in... at an official 202 1/4 pounds!" "Women Cheering, Screaming]" "[Feedback Wails]" "[Man] We love you, man!" "I truly do." "And tomorrow marks the beginning of my personal quest... for the eradication of the homelessness situation in America." "I am a fighter of destiny, and I'm going to shock the world." "God bless America!" "[ Cheering,Screaming]" "[Crowd] Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "Terry!" "You hear that?" "That shit don't faze me." "[Sultan] And now, introducing... the undefeated, undisputed..." "heavyweight champion of the world" "Aah!" "[Together] James "The Grim Reaper" Roper!" "[Audience Whistling, Hissing, Cheering] [Man Rapping]" "[Booing] [Cheering]" "[Audience Booing]" "[Camera Shutters Clicking]" "[Audience Gasps]" "He looks like shit." "[Man] Roper looks at least 220." "That man's been eating chitlins or something." "The champion... wighs an official 238 pounds!" "[Audience Laughing, Whooping]" "Hold it, hold it, hold it!" "The champ has a few words he wants to say to y'all!" "I just want to say that after 38 fights... 38 wins by knockout, this is all the love you show me?" "[Man] We love you, Roper." "Well, the rest of y'all... can kiss my big, black, bloated, Rolls-Royce-driving ass." "Give me my robe." "[Cheering]" "All right, all right, all right, all right!" "All right, all right!" "All right!" "[Cheering]" "I want to thank you all for coming out here today." "And I want to ask yourself the question:" "Is it hope, or is it hype?" "We'll find out the answer tomorrow night." "See you at the MGM Grand!" "Thank you!" "[Women Singing]" "There he is." "I love this outfit." "Is that a unitard?" "Mitchell." "Great news." "The gate went over 110 million today." "By fight time tomorrow, it should be 125." "Ooh!" "I how to you," "I sit at your feet." "Ooh." "This has been a brilliant partnership." "I hope it's the beginning of a beautiful friendship." "It's the beginning..." "of... something." "Hey, baby, you feeling all right?" "Oh, baby, listen." "I'm, uh--I'm concerned that the, uh, champ... is maybe too far gone to beat this Conklin kid." "No fucking way the champ loses this fight." "He's gonna kill this kid." "He's got that... tummy." "You're starting to believe your own bullshit." "Relax." "The fight's a lock." "You would know." "You're the paisley pooh-bah." "Look." "Hmm." "The champ and I have our little disagreements." "Hell, my whole organization does." "Bottom line:" "He loves me." "They love me." "And I love him." "Uh-huh." "And I love them." "You know what else?" "What's that?" "[ Cocks Trigger]" "I love you," "Very clever." "I gotta get one of those." "You're my brother." "From the brother of brothers." "[Laughing Continues]" "Oh, God." "[Announcer] There is no excitement like a much-anticipated..." "heavyweight titlefight." "Hey!" "The fervor charts go off the wall when the challenger is-- when the challenger's" "White." "There, I've said it, Doc." "White." "I'm glad you said it, Stu." "Om." "Roper is a jungle animal." "He wants to do unspeakable things to your mother and your sister." "Johnny, you do not have to whip me into a racist frenzy to beat this man." "We all know you're a racist bastard." "Me, a racist?" "You're a pig." "I am not a racist." "I'm a bloody Englishman, the fairest people on the planet, mate." "If I was a racist, I wouldn't be training you, you stupid muck-shoveling Mick." "What have we got here, then, Paddy, eh?" "White gloves." "You disgust me." "Mm." "No, Terry, no." "That's a good idea." "You should do it." "Nice touch." "Wait." "Wait a second." "Let me" " Let me tell you something." "Come on, boys." "Out now." "You think this is all just a big joke, right?" "Oh, yeah." "Oh yeah." "You think the public's just falling in love with me... because of the color of my skin." "Huh." "Yeah." "[Bagpipes Playing]" "Because I'm freh and good-looking." "You know?" "Shame on you." "I am more than hope... and I'm a hell of a lot more than hype." "I'm a young man in fantastic shape... with a devastating overhand right... that is going to shock the world." "Don't you forget I never lost a fight." "Attaboy, Terry!" "You kick his black ass!" "It is the ass of a human being, man!" "A human being!" "That is the ass that I'm going to kick tonight." "I love you, Terry" "I love you too." "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "[Man Singing]" "Conklin!" "Aah!" "Ah-ha!" "[Doc] What is that?" "Is that a circus entrance?" "Is it a fighter coming in or a clown?" "[Stu] The guy thinks this is a rock concert." "[Doc] Maybe we're in the wrong place." "Maybe this is a rock concert." "[Man] Terry!" "[Woman Shouting]" "[ Crowd Cheering]" "[Camera Shutters Clicking]" "[Women Shrieking]" "Yeah!" "All right!" "[Doc] None of the experts give this kid a chance." "Yet, can a hundred million fans across America be wrong?" "If Conklin had started earlier in his career, would he be the champion?" "Or if Roper had fought somebody as good as Conklin, would he be the champion today?" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "[Audience] Conklin!" "Conklin!" "Conklin!" "Yeah!" "it's obvious that the champion is delaying his entrance into the arena." "I'm just thinking, is he trying psychologically... to toy with the mind of the challenger?" "Will y'all back up?" "I'm trying to watch the show." " That shit ain't mine." "You're gonna have to take me!" "You wanna cut that junk off and get rid of that cigarette?" "my inspiration tape, okay?" "[Man Singing]" "Hey, I'm tryin' to tell you this is the number one contender right here, baby." "Recognize, baby, will you?" "That's what I'm sayin'." "We up in here, and he needs to be in the ring." "Hey, Shabazz, how you doin'?" "You gonna talk to me like you know me now?" "You gonna disrespect me 'cause you threw a sucker punch?" "I'll show you little white ass" "[Johnny] Why don't you go home and learn to speak English, you fuckin'" "[Shabazz] Damn!" "El, man, I'm sorry." "I didn't know it was you." "Come here." "Come here." "No, no." "Look at me, baby." "I'm right here." "Look this way." "Come on, man." "You got work to do." "Wait till after the love scene." "[Woman Singing]" "The champion has still not come in, and the challenger seems bewildered." "He just keeps circling around." "He could get tired." "Stu, do you think there could be anything wrong?" "I'll tell you what it is, Johnny." "The boy is scared of me." "He's scared of me." "Well, it's a possibillity." "But, just in case, don't get him mad, eh?" "He's scared of me." "Ref, come on." "My boy's" "Roper?" "Hey, Roper, are you scared of me?" "Huh, boy?" "Roper!" "Oh, yeah, he's scared of me!" "[Audience Cheering]" "Come on now!" "Come on, Roper!" "Come and catch a butt-whippin'." "Come and catch a butt-whippin'!" "Kiss the donkey, son!" "[Grunting] Kiss the mule!" "I'm gonna make him kiss the donkey, ref." "He gonna kiss the donkey." "He's gonna smooch with the donkey." "I'm gonna bust him up." "Bust him up!" "Time for the comeuppance, yes!" "Time for the comeuppance, yes!" "You rat-soup-eatin' honky motherfucker!" "Okay!" "Now I'm mad." "Irv!" "May the Lord bless you." "May the Spirit guide you." "And may the heavens rain down their bounty upon you." "May the" "Nigga, grow up," "[Man Rapping]" "[ Rapping Continues]" "[ Booing]" "[Yells]" "[ Chattering] Hey!" "[Indistinct Arguing]" "All right, baby." "Big payday." "Go for it." "Let's see your gloves, champ." "Looks good to me." "Go, Roper!" "[Shouting]" "Hey, Bambi, don't distract the champ with that, all right?" "Vincent, how you doin', baby?" "You seen Jules?" "How's everything, huh?" "Huh?" "All right." "Good to see you." "Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, Mitch." "Sit here." "Julio, get up," "Come on, come on, come on." "Sit." "Best seat in the house right here, man." "There we go." "And as Roper finally enters the ring" "It's hard to imagine how a popular champion... could become so unpopular in such a short period of time." "Yeah, that's a story, but the other story is there 20 pounds this guy's carrying." "How can he come in" " Look at the belly hanging over his trunks." "That's a disgrace." "The guy never met a meal he didn't like." "This is where the action is, seeing a show these are..." "the last few moments" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "The new heavyweight champ of the world, Terry Conklin, has signed with me." "We'll see about that shit." "Yes, we will." "Sh" " Shit." "[ Laughs]" "All right, you guys, I gave you instructions in the dressing room." "Is there any questions?" "Yes, sir." "I have one question." "What?" "Well, I was just wondering up there to Mr. Roper... what do you think it's gonna feel like to lose to an amateur, chump?" "Shut up, and let your fist do the talking." "Shake hands and good luck." "Good luck fatboy," "[Audience Shouting." "Cheering]" "Am I that fat?" "No, just a whole lot of man." "Terry, listen to me." "Do this for the white race." "I'm ignoring your racism." "This one's for the homeless." "[ Growls]" "The tension is building here at the MGM Grand... and it feels like we're going to have a meltdown." "And here we go for the heavyweight championship of the world." "Time!" "[Bell Rings]" "[Audience Cheering]" "[Audience Laughing]" "[Audience Laughing]" "All right, Conklin!" "Here we go." "Do the work, champ." "Do it!" "[ Grunting]" "[Refree] No holding." "Watch your head." "Watch your head." "Punch or get out." "Get outta there!" "Punch him!" "I'm playin' with him!" "Well, turn him loose and fight!" "I got him right where I want him!" "Come on, fatboy!" "Watch that overhand right." "Watch that overhand right!" "The champ is pissed off now!" "Look out!" "Look at this!" "Go!" "[ Groans]" "Yeah!" "Hell, yeah!" "[ Groans]" "Yeah!" "Hell, yeah!" "[Man Singing]" "Oh, yes!" "Yes!" "You the man, champ!" "[Boy] Terry, get up!" "[Referee] Six, seven" "Nine, 10!" "He's out!" "[Bell Rings]" "[Arguing, Shrieking]" "And it's over!" "It is over!" "[Audience Booing]" "Twenty-seven seconds into the first round, it's all over!" "Man, this wasn't a fight." "This was an execution." "That's it?" "What the hell is this microwave-fight bullshit?" "That's what we're talking about!" "[Laughs]" "All right!" "[Laughs]" "Congratulation." "Thank you!" "We reap what we sow." "We reap what we sow." "Yes, Mitch, yes." "Yes, we do." "[ Laughing]" "We reap what we sow." "Guess that's kind of like" "Sit down, mate." "Sit down." "That's a good idea." "How're you doing?" "Where's my midget?" "He's on Queer Street." "Listen." "Just quickly, if anybody starts talking rematch, you know" "No rematch." "No rematch." "Good." "I'm going back to Cleveland, gonna play rock 'n' roll, man." "That's right." "The best thing to do with this crowd is walk away." "Whatever, man." "See you around." "Good." "Good." "Now, take it easy." "I'm gonna go." "You know what you need in rock 'n' roll?" "Management." "I just had a-- I just had a" "You're woozy." "You're woozy." "I just wanted to put a bee in your bonnet." "We'll talk later." "I'll call ya." "[Man] I want my money back, you crooks!" "Let's get him up." "Hey, you knocked him cold." "I love it!" "Way to kick that ass!" "You're supposed to!" "Get the champ some peanut butter brickle ice cream!" "Yeah, spread it all over the ring girls." "Champion-rolla!" "[Laughing]" "Who are you?" "Peter Prince." "I own the place. [Laughing]" "I know who you are, man." "[Body Thuds]" "Oh, my bad." "Artemus, how'd we do?" "Artemus, how'd we do?" "$132 million gate." "[Whistles]" " That's a lot of fuckin' money." "That's right, and we haven't even counted the gate here yet." "Wait till we box up the videos of this fight." "It's not like we were gonna pay Conklin anyway." "Get me" " There you go." "Hold up." "Sultan, we need to talk." "We had an original deal." "You need to respect that." "What's up with that outfit?" "You Ali Baba Jackson up in this motherfucker?" "Oh, not this nigga." "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Easy, frosty man." "Hey, Ruk'n!" "I'm tired of you and the Grinch That Stole Blackness stealing' my glory." "Ain't nobody stealing' your glory." "You're a disgrace." "Look at him." "He look like a half-sucked Milk Dud, I swear." "You're sorry." "What you wanna do?" "Isaac Hayes said he wants his head back." "What's up?" "Champ, it's just good publicity for the next fight." "I'm tired of this." "Every time I have a moment, here comes Mutt and Jeff to ruin it." "Well, stop talking and step to me." "You ain't fought nobody." "Your shit stops now." "Hey, man." "What do you want?" "I'm 132-million strong." "What do you want?" "Why're you acting like you wanna do something?" "You know and I know you don't." "Didn't I tell you you're gonna get your shot?" "Huh?" "Didn't I tell you?" "Don't be puttin' your-- You ain't my daddy." "Are you?" "Matter of fact, my nerves is had anyway." "If I can get this motherfucker out-- Hey, hey." "[All Screaming, Shouting]" "He's got a gun!" "I'll do a walk-by up in here." "Who the champ now?" "Who the champ now?" "You're the champ." "I'm runnin' with you." "You're the champ." "and I just want some respect." "Will you?" "[Shouting]" "We're seeing a championship fight after a championship fight." "This is incredible!" "There's a second fight goin' right now." "Don't give away what we can sell!" "[ Roper Shrieks]" "Ooh!" "[Together] Damn!" "You all right, champ?" "That's all you got for me?" "Huh?" "Who's the champ?" "Who's the champ?" "I am, baby!" "Next time, I'll break my foot off in your ass!" "You have just seen a preview of the marvelous fight to come... between "Malevolent" Marvin Shabazz... and James "The Grip Reaper" Roper!" "This is the beauty of America!" "May the best man win!" "I love it!" "And I love you!" "[Woman Singing]" "[Men Rapping]" "[Man Singing]"