(MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROCK SONG PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES)
MAN #1: There you go.
MAN #2: He's a fuckin' monster.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- That shit is called... - It's like... It's like...
Well, why you tryin' to be Puerto Rican, though?
(MAN LAUGHING)
He smells like the shelter!
Shut the fuck up. You go back to the fuckin' shelter.
You smell like the fuckin' third floor of the shelter.
JORDAN: Yeah, we back. We back in the dressing room now, yeah.
The Commission in here, they... wrap...
watching 'em wrap Billy hands.
Yeah, it's all right.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN: Yeah, but once he gets in the inside, it's over.
I make that step, it's over.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAUREEN: Yeah. I'll text you as soon as he's done, okay?
Yeah. I love you, too.
Hi, J.
Okay. Yeah, do your homework.
JORDAN: Hey, y'all give him a minute.
- Hey, guys. - Hey, Mo. What's up?
- MAUREEN: What's up? - It's all good.
MAN: Yeah, let's get out.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Hey...
- Mmm-hmm. - Mmm-hmm.
You're ready.
Don't get hit too much.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(DISTORTED YELLING)
(LOUD THUD)
(CROWD CHEERING)
LAMPLEY: Hard shots from Darius Jones to the body and the head,
as he continues putting distance
between himself and Billy Hope on the scorecards.
JONES JR.: This kid Jones is super fast,
and he's killing Billy with just his left hand.
LAMPLEY: Jones, a longer, quicker fighter,
has appeared to win most of the rounds to this point in the fight.
Keep them hands up! Protect that eye!
Let's go, chief! Come on, move!
(CROWD CHEERING)
There you go!
LAMPLEY: And the crowd comes alive as Hope lands a right and a left.
Okay, here we go, here we go.
LAMPLEY: Good body shots by Hope.
- JONES: Dance with me, bitch. - REFEREE: Let him go.
JONES JR.: There he goes again with that attitude, Jim. He never stops.
LAMPLEY: It's another frustrating round for Hope.
He all right. He ain't hurt him.
LAMPLEY: It's give and take, ebb and flow, here in this fight...
Come on, Billy, take the shit back!
LAMPLEY: ...as Jones drives him back with another uppercut.
JONES JR.: Whoa, good uppercut.
And now Jones again going to the body.
Come on, baby, get off those ropes!
LAMPLEY: Trying to set up the finish
as he drives Hope back into the ropes again.
(BILLY YELLING)
I got you, man. I got you.
That's all you got?
That's all you got, huh?
(BELL CLANGS)
LAMPLEY: Watching, close to Hope's corner,
his beautiful wife, Maureen,
herself a product of a Hell's Kitchen orphanage.
BILLY: How's the eye?
Take many more, it's gonna flow.
Yeah, just fix the fuckin' eye.
LAMPLEY: State Commission doctor taking a good look
at Hope's left eye in the corner.
But, the fight will continue.
We've seen Billy Hope win fights in the past
looking even more the worse for wear than is the case here.
Nothing has changed tonight.
LAMPLEY: Seated at ringside, light heavyweight contender
Miguel "Magic" Escobar,
who would love to fight the winner.
Okay, keep him on the end of your stick.
And don't stand in front of him.
Get yours, relocate.
It's like the bull and the matador.
This is your fuckin' ring. You're the fuckin' champ, right?
Go back in and do what we do, you gotta end this.
Hey, Billy. Billy.
All right, do me a favor and keep those hands up.
MAN: Billy, stay focused.
End it. You don't have time for this bullshit.
Put an end to this so we can go the fuck home.
What? What do you think I'm trying to do, Eli?
What do you think I'm trying to do?
Get this shit off my eye! Let's go! Come on!
(CROWD CHEERING)
LAMPLEY: Round ten about to begin.
(BELL CLANGING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
Watch that jab!
LAMPLEY: Billy Hope still with that bleeding left eye.
Those who love him would say,
"Defense? What is that?"
- And a hard right cross! - JONES JR.: Yeah, Hope hurt him!
That's it, baby, that's it.
LAMPLEY: Good body shot by Darius Jones.
Giving Hope a little of his medicine,
he comes back to the body a second time.
JONES JR.: He hurt Hope with that body shot.
LAMPLEY: Hard right by Hope drives Jones back into the ropes.
REFEREE: Let him go.
LAMPLEY: That's one of the best clean shots
Hope has landed since the middle of the fight.
And down goes Jones on a left hook.
REFEREE: Three, four, five...
LAMPLEY: Tremendous turnaround in favor of Hope, here in round ten.
- Come to me, come to me. - JONES JR.: Wow, what a shot!
ELI: You stay on him, Billy.
- Are you good? All right. - I'm good.
LAMPLEY: Tony Weeks is gonna let him keep fighting. But not for long!
And another right hand may have ended the fight.
(CROWD CHEERING)
...six, seven,
eight, nine...
- That's it. - LAMPLEY: This is over!
(CROWD CHEERING)
LAMPLEY: A comeback-knockout win for Billy Hope.
JONES JR.: I told you, Jim, as long as there's a Billy,
there is Hope. He always has a chance.
LAMPLEY: So light heavyweight champ Billy Hope
has a fourth consecutive title defense
in Madison Square Garden.
Let's go to David Diamante for the official particulars on the KO.
Ladies and gentlemen, from the world's most famous arena,
Madison Square Garden, the official time of the stoppage,
one minute and 18 seconds of round number ten.
Your winner by knockout, still undefeated and still
the undisputed WBC, WBA, WBO,
and IBF Light Heavyweight Champion of the World...
Billy "The Great" Hope!
(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)
JONES JR.: He reminds us of the great, late Matthew Saad Muhammad.
Just when you think there's no hope left,
here comes Billy.
LAMPLEY: From an orphanage in Hell's Kitchen
to a professional career fighting in Madison Square Garden
is a distance of only a few blocks...
and a million miles.
But it's a journey Billy Hope has made in his life.
(CROWD CHANTING)
(CROWD CHANTING) Billy! Billy! Billy!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Hey, Jon Jon,
take the belts out for the press conference, yeah?
The new one?
With the other ones in the back of the car.
- All right, you got it. - Yo, I'll bring that, Mikey.
- Come on, Big Mike, let's go. - All right, champ.
- We got a press conference. - All right, we'll see you there.
Thanks, Eli.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- No. - I don't know what that is...
- Come here. - I'm bleeding out of my mouth, baby.
- I don't know where it's coming from. - What's that, baby?
- What'd you say? - It's fine, babe.
You want some water?
Yeah, I'm just gonna take a shower first.
Can you get your socks off?
Yourself?
Yeah. I'll just fuckin' shower in 'em.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
MAN: Billy!
Okay, Mike, go ahead.
Billy, most of us here had you winning this early.
Were you expecting such a difficult fight?
Yeah, I don't know, "expect"?
I don't know. You can't expect anything.
Um, I was really looking forward to just showing up,
walk in the ring, and then having him fall on the ground.
(ALL LAUGHING)
- MAN: Billy. - No, man, I mean...
I expected a hard fight. You know?
I put my family through a lot.
By the way, Leila,
if you're watching, go to sleep, baby.
(LAUGHTER)
- (REPORTERS CLAMORING) - MAN: Hey, Billy.
You're 43 and 0, undefeated.
- Are you running out of legitimate... - Sorry, can you say that again?
It's impressive.
(CHEERING)
But who are you gonna fight?
- That's really Jordan and me... - MIGUEL: I think I know one!
Me!
(CROWD MURMURING)
All the fans around the world, they want to see it.
Y'all tell me, who else is there?
Your crew knows it.
All these beautiful people in here know it. I know it.
I just want to know why you won't give me my shot.
All I want is my shot. I just want my shot.
- I'm sorry, who are you? - (CROWD LAUGHING)
You know exactly who I am, baby.
He's just trying to make a fight.
MAN: And you're that contender, Miguel?
You ain't never been hit by a real man. All right?
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
Who's got that...
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
It's pretty clear that he hasn't really been hit at all yet, huh?
What are you drinking in that cup, man?
You know what? You ain't no champ. You're all show, and you know that.
MIGUEL: Why you so scared to fight me, Billy?
We all came and gave a good show tonight, didn't we, Jordan? Yeah?
That's right.
And I'm pretty sure we did business, didn't we?
Yeah, all right. Y'all have a good night, okay?
MIGUEL: Sign the contract, baby!
MAN: Gonna be a fight, Billy?
MIGUEL: Just sign the contract, baby!
MAN: Is there going to be a fight?
I want you to line it up!
Line it up?
Miguel's just showboating, Billy.
I'm gonna shut him the fuck up. Line it up.
Turay just makes sense.
If it makes money, it makes sense. Two for the bills, one for the belt.
The Turay fight makes better sense.
No, no, no, no. You think Miguel's a better fighter?
No, I didn't say that. I didn't say that.
What do I got to do, say it again?
- You want me to say it again? - You want to fight me?
Do you want to say it again? What do you want me to do?
Why do you do this in front of all these people?
(YELLS ANGRILY)
MAN: What happened?
- What's the problem, Billy? - Hey, yo, yo, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about that.
- I'll just... - Don't worry about it. Go on.
- Just, come on, man. - Don't worry about this.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
BILLY: I want to get you out of this dress.
Yeah, me, too. You have no idea.
Hey, Lee, put those in the office.
Come on. Come with me.
Come with me. Where you going?
- Come on. - What?
Come with me.
Let me put my stuff down. I got to get you some ice...
- Leila? - ...and some food...
Leila?
Hey, hey. Shh. She might be sleeping.
- Leila... - GLORIA: Hey.
- How's it going, Gloria? - Congratulations, Mr. Billy.
Is she up? Is she up?
Yeah, she's probably still waiting up for you.
Tell me she didn't watch that fight.
Oh, I saw you.
I saw you.
Don't try and fool me.
- I'm coming for my hug. - (IMITATES SNORING)
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, wake up. Aw! You... Yeah... Oh.
Hi, baby.
Oh, I missed you so much.
I missed you, Daddy.
- Can I count? - Mmm-hmm.
- That's a big one. - Yeah.
- Eight. - Mmm.
- You got hit a lot, Dad. - Yeah, you should see the other guy.
No, she should not.
- Aw. - She needs to go to bed.
And so do you. Come on.
Party's over. Come on.
- Why can't I go see the fights? - Why can't she go to your fights?
Your mom thinks they're too violent, baby, come on.
- Don't... what are you doing? - But I see stuff like that
on TV all the time.
- I know you do. - MAUREEN: What do you mean?
I watch The Walking Dead with Gloria.
All right, that's gonna stop.
You, up. Come on, this is your hint.
Okay, all right.
Come on, time for bed. Please... no...
You have a phone?
She's had a phone for two months.
Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy?
'Cause you asked me to get her the phone.
- Give a 10-year-old a phone? - Out!
Do you have the pass code on it?
Dad would say yes.
Well, sometimes I think your daddy confuses you
with the other children who hang around him night and day.
You're talking about Mikey and Jon Jon, right?
That's right, baby.
- I love you so much. - I'm serious.
Okay. Come on. Bedtime.
Hey, get away from my daughter.
You, get out.
- Get out. - Go away, Dad.
(BILLY LAUGHING)
MAUREEN: Good night.
What would you like?
I want... I want to take a break.
I was just thinking we could maybe blow off the Turay match,
rethink things, pick a fight
- for later next year, you know. - Wait a minute.
Why?
I didn't like what I saw tonight.
What did you see tonight? You saw me win tonight.
Baby, look at your face.
What are you talking about?
Look at your face.
Baby, what are you saying?
(SNIFFLES)
Hey, baby, can I ask you something?
- What? - What if I said this...
"Look at your face, Look at your face,"
and then I started crying? Okay?
I'm sorry.
Nah, it's-it's all good.
- I'm sorry, but... - It's good.
...you fucking scared me.
You can't fight like that anymore.
Baby, we... we won tonight.
Yeah, but it's the way you're fighting.
- What are you talking about? - Oh...
The way I fight bought us this house
and bought you that fucking beautiful dress.
Yes, I know. I know.
And it gave Leila that fucking private school.
I know, baby. I know.
All the shit in this house.
Our fucking life, that's what my fighting bought.
But I want to enjoy it.
- Where is this coming from? - With you.
(SIGHS)
This is the talk you have when you lose, not when you win.
The more you get hit, the harder you fight. I get it.
I don't want to hear this right now.
Only now you're taking way too many hits
- before you get off. - Hey. Listen to me.
This was a good night...
I love you. You are all I care about.
The three of us, that's it. That's all that matters.
So I'm going to tell you the truth.
You're going to be punch-drunk in two years, if you keep this up.
Think about her.
When she graduates, what do you want to look like?
Fuck me. Fuck.
Why do you got to lay the fucking truth right now?
Fuck.
You say it, I'll do it, all right?
You say it, I'll do it.
Come here, baby.
They're all gonna keep you in that "Billy the Great" bubble, you know?
And they'll take their pound of flesh,
but, baby, when that bubble pops,
they're all just gonna scatter like roaches.
And me and Leila are gonna be here to pick up the pieces.
There are no pieces.
MAUREEN: I know.
Hey, you know what?
- What? - I wanna know...
- you know how I only went ten rounds? - What's that?
I only went ten rounds tonight, so do you know what that means?
What does that mean?
That means that I still have...
...two rounds left in me.
Oh, you want to go two rounds with me, champ?
- Mmm-hmm. - Yeah?
- Mmm-hmm. - That's very impressive.
Very brave.
(BILLY CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(MAUREEN MOANS)
- Good. - Good.
Wow!
(SIGHS)
(COUGHS)
Oh, fuck. Baby.
(GROANING)
(CHUCKLES)
(GROANING)
Uncle J, watch!
I smell a gold medal in your future, missy.
- Flip a little higher. - No, no, no!
No. No, no, no... no flips. Not too high, baby.
Yeah, she's a cutie.
(MAUREEN CHUCKLES)
Oh, I got... I got, uh... got a few things for you.
I put that together for the people over at HBO.
- It's a two-year, three-fight deal. - Mmm-hmm.
Hey, whoever wins...
whoever wins...
(LAUGHTER)
- ...gets one of these. - JON JON: Again with the gifts?
How much you spend on this shit?
Oh, shit, you all just won.
Oh, yo, I owe some shit to the government.
Let me hock this shit. Nah, just playing.
Yo, is this the shit with the bezel right here?
Yeah, Gabe, it got the bezel just like the last deal.
Oh, this shit got the bezel on it...
You don't got these shits in big-boy sizes?
- I win, you win. All right? - That's too much.
It's not gonna happen.
Maureen, Billy's been my fighter for ten years.
I know what's best for him.
And I've been his wife for, like, a hundred.
I know what's better for him.
Come on, he needs time off.
To do what? Sit on a beach and watch the sun go down?
- Yeah. - How long he gonna do that, Mo?
One week? Two weeks?
Then he's gonna start looking around.
He'll fuck around and bite his hand off
if you don't give him something else to do with them.
(LAUGHING)
- Are you hustling me? - Oh, no, I'm not hustlin'.
- We've been friends a long time. - Look at this.
He ain't got to pay me a dime for this.
You know, all of the fighters is coming to me and coming to me
because of my relationship with Billy.
- 'Cause we family, Mo. - I know.
- LEILA: Daddy! - MAUREEN: Oh!
JORDAN: Oh, man, we was talking about you
like a dog, champ. You should've heard the things
Maureen was saying about you. I said, "The champ? Never!"
- Daddy, come jump with me! - BILLY: Okay.
(JORDAN LAUGHING)
- You okay? - Yeah. How you doing?
- Took me too long to get here. - You okay?
- Don't look at me like that. - You been icing? You been icing?
- Look, Billy, I told Maureen... - Yeah?
I got HBO to commit to $30 million.
Ten million per fight.
I just told you, we're passing on Turay.
- Yeah, man. - Daddy, come on!
Make sure she doesn't break her neck.
(JORDAN CHUCKLES)
- He's laughing. - JORDAN: Oh, boy.
- LEILA: Come on. - BILLY: I'm coming.
"I just want to thank everybody from the Children's Club
"'cause this place saved my life.
"I grew up in the system.
"My mother had me when she was incar... incarcerated."
That... How do you spell "incarcerated"?
- You should say "in jail." - MAUREEN: I-N-C-A-R-C-E-R...
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, babe.
Doesn't matter. "I got... I got dumped into foster care the..."
(SIGHS)
I don't want to do this. I can't do this.
- Hey. Come on. - I don't want to do this.
- I don't want to talk about this. - What do you mean?
I don't need to stand up there in front of a whole
group of people and tell them my fucking life story.
Stop. You're acting crazy. It's okay.
No, they're gonna look at me like I'm an idiot.
No, they love you. Those kids love you.
And it's for them. It's a charity, baby.
Don't be nervous. You're fine. Okay?
Okay?
Put your pants on.
Let's go, so we can get home, okay?
- Mmm-hmm. - Mmm-hmm.
(BILLY CHUCKLING)
BILLY: Hey, Leila.
I'm gonna tell you something.
And it is very important. Okay? I want you to listen.
- I love you. - I love you.
- (LAUGHS) - LEILA: So predictable.
Man.
ANNOUNCER: The Children's Club of New York would like to welcome
the Light Heavyweight Champion of the World...
Billy Hope.
(CHEERING)
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
Um...
(STAMMERING) I'd rather... I'd rather take a couple punches
than be up, be up here, but, um...
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Well, I wouldn't be up here tonight,
uh, if it wasn't for the... for... for the Children's Club.
They gave me a bed.
They gave me my first pair of gloves.
Some gloves... you know, smelly, ratty and...
all tattered.
They were mine.
You know?
You got your soul in those gloves.
Hey, hey, hey,
- They gave me a home. - Hector, chill out.
I met my boys.
- (ALL CHEERING) - That whole table,
I would stay away from 'em, if I were you.
GABE: Billy!
Behave yourself... there are a lot of rich people here.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Um...
When I was...
When I was... When I was 12 years old,
there was this little girl.
She was skinny.
She had ratty hair.
She had been through it.
She stuck with me
when I was, uh, um... was incarcerated...
a couple times.
(CHUCKLES)
And I knew she was there.
I wouldn't be here without my wife Maureen.
(CHEERING)
Now, you, with your fancy cars
and... or your fancy dresses
and your fancy suits and your beautiful hair,
take some of that money and...
and give it, give it... give us that shit.
All right.
(CHEERING)
(CHATTERING)
Swagger? No, I got pizzazz.
That's a level above swagger. That's that new shit.
Come on, everybody tired of that old shit, man.
Miguel, Miguel.
Bitch boy. Here he comes.
MIGUEL: Speaking of old shit.
Watch this.
Hey, Billy, why you leaving so soon?
- Come on, baby, let's go. - What?
Hey, man, I hope you're not taking everything personal.
Man, I'm just trying to sell a fight.
Let's go. Don't give him any press.
What, I got to fuck your bitch to talk to you?
Billy, let that go. Come on, keep walking. Come on, let's go.
How about this? I'll take your bitch, then I'll take your belt.
Come on, let it go.
- Baby... - How about I take your belt,
- Let's go home. - then I take your bitch?
- Let it go. Baby. - There he is. There he is.
Let's go home. Walk away. Stop it. Stop. Billy.
- Billy... - I'll take your belt, bitch.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
MAUREEN: Billy!
- Stop it! Stop! - Get out of the way, Mo!
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
MAUREEN: Billy! Billy!
(GRUNTING)
Bitch-ass nigger!
Billy, stop! Stop it!
(GUNSHOT)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Fuckin' little bitch!
GABE: Get the fuck off me!
- I'm good. I'm good. I'm good. - Bitch-ass motherfucker!
It wasn't me, man! He shot my...
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Huh? Huh?
MAUREEN: Billy?
- Hey, hey. Hey, what's up? - Billy?
What's up, baby? What's wrong?
- What's wrong? What's wrong? - I don't know...
- What? - I don't know.
- What happened? - Something happened.
Hey, I don't know what to do.
- Am I okay? - Yeah, yeah, you're okay.
- Am I okay? - You're okay. You're okay.
Fuck. Fuck, baby. Okay. Okay.
What do I do? I don't know, do I lie her down?
Do I lie her down? I don't know what to do.
- JORDAN: Go get some help! - GUARD: Okay.
BILLY: Hey, call 911, man! Come on!
Okay, baby, it's okay, it's okay.
Hey, no, no, no, no. Hey, Jon Jon!
No, baby, I don't want to lay down.
- No, no, no, stay up... - I don't want to lay down.
Hector did that shit! It wasn't me! Get off me!
Hector, what the fuck are you doing?
What are you fucking thinking, man?
MAN: Get a doctor here!
- Get a fucking ambulance! - Get a fucking ambulance!
Yeah, yeah? What's up? What's up, baby?
Baby, I want to, I want to go...
- I want to go home. - We're gonna go home.
Baby, I want to go home. I want to go home.
Okay, okay, okay. Just stay with me.
Hey, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.
Hey, look at me in the fucking eyes!
Look at me in the eyes, baby! Baby, look at me in the eye!
Look me in the eye!
Look me in the eye, there we go, yeah, yeah.
It's not that bad. It's not that bad, baby.
No, no, no, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
No, no, no...
- Just... that's a little blood. - I saw the blood.
I know, like, we're... you and me, we seen blood. It's a lot of blood.
- Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby. - (COUGHING)
- No. No, no, no, no. - It's okay. It's okay.
(CRYING) It's okay, baby. I love you.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
Hey, hey! Oh, shit.
No, no, baby, it's just a little blood, baby.
- It's just a little blood. - Leila. Leila.
- Let's go home. - Hey, we'll do it.
- I can go home. - I know, baby.
- We can go home. - Okay, okay, okay.
We're gonna go home. You want to go home?
- Yeah. Yeah. - Okay, okay.
There you go, baby, there you go.
There you go. Cradled in your arms.
Wait, wait, wait.
Hey. Hey.
No, baby, baby, baby, wait, wait.
Wait, no. Look me in the eye.
(CRYING) Look me in the eye, baby!
- Look... It's okay. - Fuck!
Baby, baby, stay, stay, stay.
Baby. Baby, stay, stay, stay.
- (SIREN WAILING) - Baby, no.
(SOBBING) No, no, no...
Wait, baby, wait.
Shit...
MAN: Is there a doctor here?
Doctor?
We need a doctor! We need a doctor!
DETECTIVE #1: We're sorry to hear about your loss.
DETECTIVE #2: We're gonna try to make this
as, uh, simple and easy as possible.
We need an eyewitness to identify the shooter.
No one's talking, or they don't want to be involved.
Do you remember anything?
What... what time is it?
It's 6:00 a.m.
We know it's been a long night for you,
but we got to ask these questions.
The housekeeper's there with my,
with my daughter, so I... Can I just...
uh, I can't find my phone.
DETECTIVE #2: We just need another moment of your time.
Uh, one of your crew, uh, had a weapon on him.
He said he was your security detail.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a permit to carry.
My daughter wakes up at 6:00.
Okay.
I tell you what, Mr. Hope.
Uh, if, uh, you can remember
anything, anything at all, like we said, sir,
don't hesitate to give us a call.
- Thank you. - Thank you, Mr. Hope.
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
(ENGINE STARTING)
(SNIFFLES)
Hey, baby.
You hungry or...
I could go down to the kitchen
- and get you something to eat. - No.
All right.
(SIGHS) Okay.
Mommy leaves it on.
Okay. Sorry, baby.
Daddy...
Yeah, baby?
Never mind.
(VOICE BREAKING) Okay. Sleep tight.
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
GLORIA: Lei.
Come on, honey.
It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be all right. Here.
What the fuck are you doing here, man?
Where you been, Billy?
We been trying to get in touch with you.
Please, please, can you just talk to me for a second?
Please, let me, let me, let me go with you.
No.
Just please talk to me for two seconds, man, please.
What do you wanna talk about?
Just whatever's going on in your head, you know.
I just hope you're not trying to do anything stupid
like going after Miguel or Hector.
What do you wanna talk about? You wanna fucking talk now?
Do you wanna fucking talk to me now, huh?
- Talk to me, you fucking pussy. - Geez, I'm sorry...
Talk to me, you fucking pussy.
- You were the one who's supposed - (CRYING) I'm sorry.
to fucking look after her.
You were the one... that was supposed to look after her, huh?
I'm sorry for Mo. I'm sorry...
and for your little girl.
Kid, no, no, no.
Get the fuck out of my house.
Get the fuck out of my house!
Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out!
(JON JON CRYING)
Ain't fuckin' nothing needin' nothing, man.
No good fucking piece of shit.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Hector!
WOMAN: Hector ain't here. Who is it?
Open the door.
Who is it?
I'm looking for Hector. I got some money for him.
(DOOR LOCK CLICKING)
I said, "Move"!
You can give it to me.
No, I need to g... I need to give it to him.
Uh, hold... hold on.
(LOCKS RATTLING)
- Hector ain't here. - Where is he?
- Is he out with Miguel? - I don't know.
You think he tells me shit?
Yo, you gonna give me money or not?
- You got a hit? - You his wife?
I don't have to be.
Not today.
That ain't money.
Yo, you got a hit?
Where the fuck is he?
- Hmm? - Man...
(WHIMPERING)
I got kids, man. Come on, baby. Come on.
What are you doing? Are you fucking crazy?
Mommy's got you. I got kids.
Shit.
Hey, I need a hit, though. Yo, you got a hit?
Hey. Hey!
I'm fucking talking to you! Where the fuck you going?
BILLY: Fuck...
(GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
(RETCHING)
MAUREEN: They're all gonna keep you
in that "Billy the Great" bubble, you know?
(CROWD CHANTING) Billy! Billy! Billy!
ANNOUNCER: Billy "The Great"... Hope!
(SCREAMING)
Fuck!
Hey, listen, Billy...
you've got a lot of money going out.
You know, with the mortgage
and your friend Gabe's legal fees
and all your taxes are due, including your property taxes.
It's starting to add up.
Um, a lot of these are overdue.
Months, in fact.
- So... pay them. - With what?
With my fucking money, Simon.
That's why I'm here, Billy.
The money, it's drying up.
Look, you gotta see what's happening here.
- Um, you need to cut back. - What's up?
I mean, they've already taken two of the cars.
What's it about, man?
It... it's real simple.
What's it about, you taking my money?
What?
- You stealing from me, Simon? - No.
I'm just here to help out.
I can take care of this if you want me to.
Please.
This is fine.
- You can give me that and... - Okay.
You can leave this with me. I'll take care of it.
Okay.
Billy, I just want to say I'm really sorry.
About everything.
(BILLY SCOFFS)
Hey, look, Billy. You need this.
This solves all your problems.
What is that?
It's the contract. To fight Turay.
Look, I'm not gonna pretend I... I know the pain you're going through.
But I do know for you to get through it,
you have to get back in that ring.
No, Mo doesn't want me to sign that.
Mo didn't want you to sign it then.
Now she would want you to sign the contract.
Why you say that?
Billy, every time I seen you fight, you climb in there alone.
Every time you bled, you bled your blood.
When you sat down on that stool and it felt like death
and you thought you couldn't get up, but you got up? You did that.
You need to get back to that.
You want Leila to grow up the way you grew up?
You want her in the streets?
It's a three-fight deal, Billy.
Got to get back to doing what we do, man.
When you're in the ring, you're gonna feel different. I'm telling you.
It's not about contracts, right?
It's about family.
I don't know what I'd do without you, man.
You ain't gotta worry about that, man.
- (GRUNTING) - (CROWD CHEERING)
(GRUNTING)
COMMENTATOR: Nobody would've expected Kalil Turay
to have his way throughout the fight against Billy Hope.
Billy, put them goddamn hands up now!
COMMENTATOR: Hope fighting in the wake
- of his wife's unexpected death. - ELI: Get off that rope!
COMMENTATOR: No aggression...
simply a will to continue taking punishment...
Get off them goddamn ropes!
COMMENTATOR: ...and to allow Turay
to pound him with both fists to the body and the head.
Ending it, now!
COMMENTATOR: But it's been a bloodletting
from the first bell onward.
- Yes! - (BELL CLANGS)
COMMENTATOR: Hope finally gets in a right hand.
(CROWD BOOING)
Those have been few and far between.
- By and large... - Control your fighter!
...it was a beat-down
by Kalil Turay, who appears to have scored
- REFEREE: Return to your corner! - ...an upset victory over Billy Hope
and perhaps, has put the finishing touches
- on Hope's great career. - Listen, you've got to breathe
and you've gotta focus. You hear me?
Billy, listen to me, man.
I'm not gonna watch this happen to you, man.
I'm won't watch this happen to us.
If you don't show me something here, I'm gonna call it.
You hear me? We're done. Wake up, champ.
Don't call it, man.
- Come on. - No, don't call it.
What the fuck are we doing here?
I gotta end this shit, Billy. You hear me?
I'm not gonna watch this shit happen to you, man, all right?
Remember when we were done,
when we were done, you used to fight?
Like, get up, get up. Let's go.
Come on, champ. Let's go.
He keep looking out the ring for Maureen.
He's losing his fucking mind, bro.
Seconds out.
This guy is done.
He's not the champ anymore. Finish him.
- (WHISTLE BLOWS) - Hands up. Fight back.
- Focus. Focus. - Get out there.
- Come on, come on. - REFEREE: Corner ready?
(BELL CLANGING)
(CHEERING)
Get the damn hands up, Billy! Now!
Oh, man!
(CROWD GROANING)
COMMENTATOR: Billy Hope has refused to compete here tonight.
Get off him. Get off him... fuck you!
COMMENTATOR: Another giant shot from Turay...
(BELL CLANGS)
...and the referee is gonna stop it.
It's gonna be the end of that.
It's over.
No, don't call it. No, don't call it.
- That's it, it's over. - No...
COMMENTATOR: And Hope head-butts the referee!
A horrible moment as a final postscript
to what has been a horrible night for Billy Hope,
and a career which produced so many thrills...
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
...and so much joyous glory,
appears to have ended ignominiously here tonight.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
(BILLY CRYING)
Eli?
Is Jordan here?
Is anybody still here?
You head-butt a referee, man.
What the fuck kind of shit was that, man? Broke his nose, man.
Shattered his motherfucking cheekbone.
What got into you, man?
We did the biggest deal that we ever did, Billy,
and you fucked it off, man.
It'll be a year before your suspension is up for review,
which means zero income.
The fine for the assault on a referee will be in the six figures.
He's suing you for lost wages and emotional trauma.
They're freezing all your bank accounts immediately,
and to top that off the networks are suing us for breach of contract, man.
Listen...
you're gonna have to sell the house
to cover the debt.
No, I don't wanna sell the house, man.
No. I'm not selling the house. That's Leila's home.
You don't have a choice, Billy.
If you don't, it's gonna get repossessed anyway.
Look, this is some serious shit, man.
No I'm just gonna train with Eli and then-and then...
we'll get ready for the next fight.
I'm not even sure trainers will take you on right now.
I don't need another trainer. I can...
- Eli's working with another fighter. - Who? Who is he?
Miguel Escobar.
- Are you working with him, too? - Yeah.
Billy, you know if it makes money, it makes sense.
- Oh, you... - It's just business, Billy.
I know you miss Maureen. I miss Maureen, too, man.
Shit, if she was here,
she'd be disgusted with you, man.
You... We need you to pull yourself together.
- You need help, Billy. - Don't talk about my wife that way.
I fucking quit. Fuck you.
Can't do this anymore, Billy.
Fuck outta my way.
Scatter like roaches.
Y'all follow him, make sure he don't break no shit on the way out.
Just a bunch of roaches.
Now I fuckin' wrote you off.
Baby, let's go home. Let's go home.
Let it go. Baby, baby, stop it... stop...
(HORN BEEPING)
(HORN BEEPING IN DISTANCE)
BILLY: I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(LOUD THUD)
Dad?
Dad! Daddy!
Daddy, what happened?
Daddy! Daddy! Somebody help me!
Somebody!
Mr. Hope, what did you take, sir? What did you take, Mr. Hope?
What'd you take?
What kind of medicine, Mr. Hope? What did you take?
Mr. Hope? What did you take, sir?
- Leila... Where's my baby? - Your daughter's fine, Mr. Hope.
She's the one who called 911. You were in an accident.
- There's people looking after her. - Leila?
No, no, no. No, no. She needs me.
We found you with a loaded weapon, Mr. Hope,
under the influence, with a minor present.
Where's my baby? Leila?
Where's Leila? I gotta get outta here.
Your daughter's with Child Services. They're looking after her right now.
- No, no, no, no... - DOCTOR: Everything's okay.
- They're looking after her. - We just lost the IV.
- Get him down. Get his legs. - No, no, no, no!
- No! - You got him?
DOCTOR: Lay back for me, Mr. Hope. You're gonna be just fine.
- No! - WOMAN: Come on, just breathe.
(YELLING)
- Lay back. Everything's all right. - Breathe.
Just... just chill out for a second.
You're gonna be okay, Mr. Hope. Just take a deep breath for me.
Gonna be fine, all right?
Gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine, Mr. Hope. Just relax.
Maureen... no...
no... I was...
Maureen...
(CHATTERING)
Okay, he wants his copies. I'll provide that.
I promise. By day's end.
- If it's okay with you. - All right.
What about the, uh... this evidence?
Daddy.
- Baby! - Sit down, Mr. Hope.
Hey, hey, hey...
- I just want to hug my dad. - It's okay, you're okay.
Mr. Korman, get your client, please.
Sit down. Sit down, Billy.
JUDGE: Thank you. We're ready to begin.
The matter this morning is provisional custody
- of Leila Rae Hope, a minor... - When can I...
- When can I get her out? - Don't interrupt, Mr. Hope.
The child has no other family, is that right?
Uh, no, Your Honor.
Uh, both my client and his wife
came up through the system.
JUDGE: I see. So that's why these circumstances
are a little bit more painful for you.
I want my daughter back.
I'm her father.
Unfortunately, that's not enough.
JUDGE: This court is aware of the tragedy your family has suffered, Mr. Hope.
Nonetheless, you have chosen
to demonstrate alarming and dangerous behaviors,
while having custody of your daughter.
Loaded weapons, alcohol, violence...
Mr. Hope will follow a case plan that the court has designed.
Said plan will include individual counseling,
as well as sobriety and anger management classes,
and I order said child remanded into the care of the Family Services,
until which time the father can demonstrate
the abilities to perform duties of a responsible parent.
- What? - JUDGE: Parties back in 30 days...
- BILLY: 30 days? - ...for a progress hearing.
What the fuck does that mean, 30 days?
KORMAN: Billy, 30 days is something.
- JUDGE: Watch your language. - 30 days is bullshit, man.
I will find you in contempt.
KORMAN: We'll get 30 days to put this together.
- I'm sorry, Your Honor. - JUDGE: My last warning.
I don't want to. Please, Daddy!
KORMAN: Billy! Come on! Yeah, Billy!
- JUDGE: Take the child out, please. - Please, I want to stay with you!
Let me just give my daughter a hug!
- Daddy! - BILLY: No, no, no...
- LEILA: Daddy! Please! - (GAVEL BANGING)
- He wants to see his daughter! - Please, Dad...
- Daddy! - That's not necessary.
No! I want to live with you! Please!
OFFICER: Get down there, son.
- LEILA: Daddy! Daddy! - MAN: That's not necessary!
- JUDGE: Mr. Hope, that's enough. - Baby, baby...
JUDGE: I will hold you in contempt.
MAN: Everything goes to auction.
MAN: Hey, Evan, help me out with this, will you?
That'll go inside the truck, uh, towards the back.
- Auction's tomorrow. - No, it's all going to auction.
Sorry, champ.
Yeah, it's just a house, yeah?
Hey, yo, thanks for, uh... thanks for taking me.
No, Billy.
You know, I can't really pay you right now.
Well, fuck you.
No, I don't want to get paid.
No, I was never here for money, you know that.
Never.
- Hey, yo. - Hmm?
(CRYING) I'm sorry, Billy.
Hey, hey, hey.
- JON JON: This the place? - Yeah.
You, uh, you want me to come with you?
No, man, no, no.
I got to do this alone.
It's yours.
No, man, I don't want to tak...
- I'm re-gifting it. - I'm not taking that shit.
I don't want it. So, you stay safe.
- All right? - Yeah, you, too.
- Call me if you need anything. - Yeah, all right, I will.
- I'll be around! - Hey, yo, Jon Jon,
go say hi to Mikey and Gabe, all right?
- You got it. - Hey.
(JON JON CHUCKLES)
(CHATTERING)
- That's Billy Hope. - For real?
That ain't no Billy Hope...
(ELECTRONIC TIMER BEEPING)
Boo! That's it. Good work.
Hey, Hoppy, I want you on the ropes.
I already did that shit.
What'd you say?
Give me 50.
- Hey, T? - Yes?
You work with him on one of those mitts?
Yo, T. That's Billy Hope over there.
MAN: Ramone, let's go!
(ELECTRONIC TIMER BEEPING)
You Tick Wills?
So, what brings Billy Hope... into my gym?
I'm looking for a... you know, a place to train.
(CLEARS THROAT)
And, you know, I don't know, maybe a... trainer?
(CHUCKLES)
I don't train pro fighters anymore.
Well, currently, I am not a pro fighter.
Do you think I don't know that?
Does it say in there that they took my kid away from me?
- Yeah, it does. - It's been... it's been kinda
like a whole mess.
I remember that Night Train fight, you know what I mean, and...
I remember that,
that was one hell of a fight, you know?
You're one hell of a coach, you know...
man, he won that fight.
Excuse me, but if I remember correctly... and I do remember.
You won the fight.
You got the decision. Don't you remember?
I won that fight. I think Jordan Mains paid it off.
- Anyway, yo... - Jordan Mains paid them off?
(LAUGHS) Yeah, look, I don't know, man. It's the fight game, you know?
How can you come in here and say something like that?
I'm just saying that's why I'm here.
Night Train was the only fighter that beat me.
I know you were his trainer, and...
I don't know how you... how you train, but...
- So that's why I'm here. - See, the thing is,
you couldn't handle the rules here, man.
I can handle the rules, man, I'll handle the rules.
I grew up in the system. I can handle the rules.
You saw that little kid had to do 50 push-ups for swearing?
- Yeah. - That's one of the rules here.
No drinking, no drugs,
no playing around, no being late, none of that.
No problems, you know what I'm saying?
I don't need that here.
It's my job to protect these kids.
I'm here to train them so they can grow to be men.
You ready to work?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm ready to work. - 'Cause the thing is...
you're not throwing a punch, anywhere until I tell you to.
- All right. Yeah, fuck it, I'm in. - No swearing. Didn't I tell you?
Did I tell you no swearing?
No, no, no, I... yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, no swearing.
Boxing is not about this, boxing's about this.
Boxing is like a chess game.
Yeah, all right, fuck, let's... uh, yes.
Uh, not, uh... not fuck. Yes.
Whoa. Are you on drugs?
Are you intoxicated?
I'm good, man. I'm straight.
Did you see this?
All right.
I also need a job.
Yeah, I need to...
I need to prove to the court that I can hold a job.
(SCOFFS)
I got a... a night man who just had a stroke,
and he was cleaning this whole place up.
You could do that, you can get your fees,
and you can make yourself a little check.
What, you want me to clean your fuckin' toilets?
Just to clean the place.
I'm supposed to clean up after these punks here?
Is that what you think of me?
- But you need a job. - Yo, come on, man,
I'm not gonna clean your fuckin' toilets. Come on.
Do you need a job or not?
Nah, fuck this. Nah.
(DOOR CLOSES)
WOMAN: And rent... first day of the month.
Where's the light?
- First day, one of the month. - Okay.
Okay, you pay rent? Huh?
- Yeah. - Down this way.
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
Three keys... this work, the other...
JON JON: I never thought I'd see
one of these places again, Billy.
BILLY: All right, man.
JON JON: Hey, tell Leila hi for me.
WOMAN: Can I help you?
My name is, uh, Billy Hope.
Leila... I'm here to, I'm here to see my daughter.
All right, so the court is requiring drug screening twice a week?
And hair samples once a month, right?
If you fail or miss one, then I have to report it.
When can I see Leila?
Once we go through this form.
What is your current address?
I'm staying at the Tassler right now. I'm staying there till I can find,
you know, a better... better place to stay.
You know, find a place of my own.
Mm-hmm. And have you secured employment yet?
- Yeah. - Where?
At the gym.
The gym?
Wills Gym on 156th Street.
And who gave you that employment?
I got it myself.
But who gave you the job?
- The owner of the gym. - And his name is?
Tick Wills.
Does Tick Wills have a number I could call?
I don't know. I don't have a phone.
- I don't know. - How much you get paid?
We haven't discussed that just yet.
So you haven't started the job yet?
Hmm?
You haven't started the job yet?
No, you just... you just asked
- if I secured... it... - Yeah.
and I tol... I secured it.
Have you taken drugs or any form of alcohol today?
No. I haven't slept very well, though. No.
- You on any form of medication? - I took some Advil.
You're gonna write that down?
"He took some Advil.
"He can't see his kid."
These are the questions on the form.
That's just the protocol that we have to go through.
- Go after the test. - But I'm asking you,
because we're about to see Leila,
so I want to know what kind of shape you're in.
(LAUGHING)
I'm a fuckin' mess.
When can I see my daughter?
And you think I should let you see your daughter when you're a fuckin' mess?
If I see my daughter, I'll feel a lot better, all right?
Will she feel a lot better?
Yes.
Do you feel in a fit state to see your daughter today?
You want to help me? Is that what you want to do?
- You want to help me? - I want to help Leila.
That's my first priority.
Hey.
Hey, baby.
Hey...
You okay?
Can you give us a second?
Leila, would you be comfortable with that?
- If I stand right over there? - Sure.
Okay.
All right.
I'm just over here.
What's wrong, baby?
- (SIGHS) - Did somebody touch you? Hurt you?
No...
- They put a hand on you? - No.
They put a hand on you, baby? You can tell me.
- Mmm-mmm. - Leila...
You talk to me?
There's nothing to say.
You fucked up.
Don't use that language with me.
Or what? You gonna punish me or something?
Look, I know you're mad at me right now...
You don't know anything!
- Hey, hey. Hey, wait, wait... - Can I go outside now?
Yes, you can.
- Yes, you can. - Leila... Leila,
- just talk to me. - Come on, Talia, let's go.
Come on, we got a couple minutes, baby.
Is that your dad?
(SIGHS) I don't know anymore.
Leila, will you come... Leila, will you come back?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HINGES SQUEAK)
What you doing here?
Could I buy you a beer?
I don't drink.
I'll take that job.
(SIGHS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(PANTING)
Step forward... Step forward...
Step back. Step back.
Relax, relax, relax, relax.
One, two.
To the right.
To the left.
Don't cross your hands.
Step forward...
Step back.
- Step back. - Can I get that for you, champ?
What's your name?
- (GROANS) Hoppy. - What's that from?
- My mom liked bunnies, so... - (CHUCKLES)
...she named me Hoppy.
Man, to think that...
Billy "The Great" would walk in here.
Just trying to get some work here, you know?
Oh, yeah, sure thing.
- No more. - Can I get a picture with you later?
Yeah, if you finish tying my... tying my shit...
Oh. I can't say "shit."
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Step forward.
You're being too hard on yourself, son.
You can't learn everything in one day.
- Hear me? - Yes, sir.
All right?
ANGELA: Mr. Hope?
Can I speak to you for a moment, please?
What's up?
Yo, is Leila all right?
Where's Leila?
Uh, she doesn't want to see you today.
What do you mean?
She doesn't want to see you today.
I'm sorry.
But I think we have to give her some space
and respect her wishes.
She said... she said that?
Yes, she did.
MAN: (ON TV) ...last night's fight, Magic Escobar defeated Kalil Turay
by knockout in the fourth round.
An incredible knockout, and Turay did not recover.
Miguel is now the new WBC Light Heavyweight Champion
of the World, a title once held by...
Come on, marry me?
Okay, how about... let me check my schedule.
I'll get back to you.
- Hold my hand? - (LAUGHING)
- I'll be waiting for you. - Uh-huh.
What's up, man?
Thought you said you didn't drink.
What, you think a man can't pick up a new habit?
What are you doing here, man?
Seriously, this is my spot.
Can I get a wa... a water?
- Sure. - Get some water?
Drinking's a solitary sport.
It's a solitary one.
Help me. I'm just trying to...
I'm just trying to connect here, man.
- I just... - I just didn't want to go home.
300 square feet of...
nothing, you know?
You got plans?
I don't know what you mean...
All this training that you think you so desperately need?
Wh... What you gonna do with it?
I'm gonna fight, and then I'm gonna get my kid back.
Then you're gonna end up right back here?
- What are you saying? - What do you think got you here?
Um, fuck... some scumbag killed my wife.
What do you think you did... to be sitting here?
- Why... did your wife get killed? - Look, man,
all due respect, you know,
I haven't really gotten much sleep, man.
- What are you try to ask me... - What happened?
I don't fucking... I just told you...
What did you do?
Why you keep asking me that question?
- What happened? - I just told you what happened.
- Why? - I can't tell you why.
What do you mean, why?
Never mind.
(LAUGHING) You can't even hear the question.
Why are you laughing? What, is this funny to you?
- You can't even, like, even, like... - That's fucking funny to you?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Piece of shit. Fuck you.
You see that? That's what this...
that's wh... that's why you here.
That's why you here.
- It's all good, Tick? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yo, I'm sorry,
Hey, man, don't bring that shit back in here.
- That's, um, hope we're okay. - That's okay. We don't need...
TICK: Nobody wants your money.
What do you want, man?
I never really had any plans, all right?
My wife always made the plans for me.
- And my daughter... - Right.
...doesn't even want to see me right now.
And I feel like I broke her heart.
She's a kid, man, she's not a little girl.
She's trying to take care of herself.
She lost her mother, too.
Even if she hates you, you got to let her hate you,
so she can feel better about it, she can get better.
This ain't about how you feel.
I mean...
you got to let her go through her thing
and not think that thing is your thing.
Then you can deal with life, like that stuff.
Life...
Boxing, whatever you want.
(PUNCHING BAG BEING HIT)
Hey, come on. Come here, Hoppy. Let's go.
Ready? Jab.
Jab.
Slow it down. Jab.
Yeah, make it accurate.
No pows, pop it, pop it... no power, no power yet.
(ELECTRONIC TIMER BEEPING)
What, what, what, what?
What, what, what, what, what? Jab.
There you go. That's... Bam!
(GROANS) Whoo!
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
Hey.
Um, she...
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Um...
She used to sleep with this. Would you give that to her?
- Make sure she gets that? - Yeah.
I will.
Tell her I love her.
(DOOR BUZZES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
We start tomorrow.
What, like training?
No, baking cookies.
I'm going to the bar. I do not want to see you there.
Yeah, all right.
A'ight.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Shining so bright.
The way you fight...
anger's your biggest tool.
Fighting angry, that drains you
twice as fast.
The other guy...
in the ring is your enemy,
but if all you trying to do is kill him,
then you expose yourself.
You leave yourself vulnerable.
Got to protect yourself.
Make his mistakes...
be his destruction.
Right now, you got two weapons,
a shotgun and a grenade.
All power, no precision.
I want you to use your other arsenal.
There you go, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
There you go.
One, two.
Yeah... one, two, yeah.
Pow, pow, yeah. Pow, pow, yeah.
Yeah.
This is what we're gonna do.
This is the wall, right here.
My back's against the wall.
It's part of the wall. Blocking my chin.
Huh? Shielding yourself.
A block, anything that comes that way.
You're right here,
step and slide forward,
roll...
just step and slide.
Rope, rope.
This is the angle, this is the angle.
All right?
Let's do it real slow.
Take your time. Let's do it.
My-my wife would've liked you.
I appreciate that.
Let's do this, all right? I'm serious.
Good, looking good. Good, good.
- Good. Slide it. - Yeah, I hear it now.
Slide it.
Oh, yeah, I hear it now.
Step... step...
Who that is?
See who that is... there you go!
That's it. Jab.
Who that is? Who that is? Who that is?
Drop your hands.
Don't even worry about punching right now.
Just back against the wall. Okay? You're doing good. All right?
Back. See my back? Okay.
Yeah, keep the back against the wall. You feel that?
Remember to slide. Keep making him miss...
Keep making him miss.
I'm gonna introduce you to something that you never knew before,
called defense.
- Hey, Ramone? - Yes, Coach?
- Come over here. - BILLY: I have defense.
Stoppin' punches with your face, that's not defense.
- I want you to spar with him. - All right.
- T! Glove him up. - Got it.
- Spar with him? - Don't worry.
He's not gonna be hitting you.
He's not gonna be hitting, or I'm not?
TICK: You're not gonna hit nothing. You work on your defense.
Like, don't hit him?
- Like, with my glove? - Like, don't touch him with your gloves.
Just block.
(ELECTRONIC TIMER BEEPING)
Hey, champ.
(GRUNTING)
TICK: Move your feet, move your feet.
Come on, champ.
You got to turn your body when you block.
You're just covering up.
Pivot out, pivot out.
Step out, step out.
Get some distance so you can move your head.
Don't just stand in front of him. Use your feet, use your feet.
(GRUNTING)
Come on, champ. Let's see you move.
It's like fighting a fucking gnat!
Taking you out like a boss, motherfucker.
- Champion, man! - I heard that.
And that's 50 for swearing.
(DOOR OPENING)
How you doing?
- Hey, Leila. - Hey, Talia.
I need help.
Lei, what happened to your glasses, baby?
They're not cool.
Quiz me.
I may need the definitions, too.
- Dismantle. - Dismantle.
D-I-S-M-A-N-T-L-E.
(SNIFFLES) You're so smart.
- Hopelessness. - Hopelessness.
H-O-P-E-L-E-S-S-N-E-S-S.
- Gra... gra... - That's all.
JUDGE: Although I see there has been progress,
unfortunately, Mr. Hope, legal custody of the child shall remain
with Family Services until further evaluation.
Court mandates that your anger management program
continue for another 30 days,
and visitation will still be supervised.
- 30? Another 30, another 30 days? - Yes, Mr. Hope.
You're free to go.
It's too early for this.
Just a sip.
What were you doing there in the courtroom today?
Taking care of some parking tickets.
You don't have a car.
Jaywalking.
You all right? How's your eye?
Yeah.
How's your eye?
Now you're being smart.
No, seriously, what's up with your eye? What is that?
Evil blue-eyed devil just took it from me.
You know, the thing with you is that, like,
sometimes one eye is, like, cloudy, right?
And the other one is, like, sunny.
Like, cloudy, sunny, cloudy, sunny.
Close one eye, it's cloudy. Close the other eye, it's sunny.
I was fighting Buster Quigley.
Buster Quigley was a nothing fighter.
We were in the middle of a match,
and I was crushing him, knocking him to the ground.
Out of nowhere, he hit me.
Bam. With a right hand.
I went down, my eye went dark.
Doc told me I could never fight again.
That's too bad.
It was tough today in court.
With your kid. Sorry about that.
She doesn't want to see me, anyway, so...
Don't give up on your kid.
Hey... that story even true or is that...
- It's a fake eye. - Yeah?
HMO screwed up, sent me the wrong color.
It's too much of a hassle to get them to...
give it back.
(LAUGHS) I like that blue-eyed devil story better.
Yeah, me, too.
(GRUNTING)
Hope!
What's up?
- Give me that. - Yeah.
Yo, thanks, Hop.
Be right back, Hop.
What's up?
Lou, uh, is working with Keith "The Buzz Saw" Brady.
Light heavyweight kid, won the Golden Gloves.
Yeah, yeah, I know him, yeah.
They're working at Freddy's gym,
and they're doing this, uh, charity event for wounded veterans.
And they want to know if you want to go eight rounds,
with Brady, for the cause.
We think that you'd bring in a lot of people, big crowd.
Raise a lot of money.
It's your opportunity if you want it, Billy.
You don't need a license to fight for a charity, so...
- Good seeing you, Tick. Let me know. - Yeah.
- Nice meeting you, Billy. - All right.
(CHATTERING)
What do you think?
I got one condition.
You gotta do what we practiced here.
That's all I ask.
It is kind of nice to be wanted, yeah?
(LAUGHS)
Hey, you know what? Um...
Yo, I'm worried about Hoppy.
What you mean?
He's been wearing the same set of clothes for the past two days.
He said something about his mom and dad getting in a fight last night,
and then his dad went out after his mom left.
- His mom left? - Yeah.
(CHATTERING)
His mom having some struggles.
You should find out if he ain't got a place to stay.
If he's out on the street, then we can figure out
where we can put him, what we need to do, all right?
"Kodug"? Is that a word?
I feel like I've heard someone say, like, kodug.
Or Kodug's like a country or something like that.
Can we just get out of here?
Baby, the...
the judge...
said it's gonna be another month.
I'm gonna fight again.
What?
I mean, it's a charity thing, you know what I mean?
It's not like a real, like a professional fight.
You know, it's an exhibition.
Um, but, um...
- I'm gonna fight again. - Can I go?
Now, you know Mommy didn't like you watching the fights.
Well, somebody has to be there.
Yeah, baby, I'll, I'll, I'll be okay.
But I want to go.
I don't think I can work that out.
Then-then you can't do it.
Dad, you have to tell them you can't do it.
Leila, I got, I got to do it.
No, you can't. I have to be there, Dad.
Baby, I am trying to get you out, just...
- When? - Leila...
- When? - Leila, I'm trying.
When?
You...
I hate you.
I hate you!
Why can't you just get me out of this place?
- Leila... - Why are you not...
I can't. I can't right now.
- You're not... - Baby, please.
- I don't trust you! - Just trust me.
- Come on, baby! - You keep making promises,
- and you don't mean them! - That's not true.
You should've been the one that was killed.
- You, not Mom! - It's okay, it's okay.
- You! - Come with me.
- Let's calm down. - You! You!
(CRYING) I hate you!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Ooh, that defense looking good, Billy!
(GRUNTING)
TICK: Nice! That's the way to block! Way to block!
Keep that distance, keep that distance.
Jab, jab, jab, jab...
Good!
Keep moving.
- He could last another round. - You could be right.
- (BELL CLANGING) - Time! Time.
To your corners. Corners.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
Give me the towel, give me the towel.
His jabs aren't quitting.
Keep your hands up, 'cause you're dropping your hands.
- I know. - Just keep jabbing. Keep jabbing.
This round, I need you, I need you to be a little more aggressive, okay?
Just for points, not for blood. Keep your calm. Tap, tap, tap.
REFEREE: Seconds out.
Let's go, let's go.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Go the distance.
(BELL CLANGS)
Box!
Keep your head moving.
Move the body! Way to move the body!
There you go, there you go.
That's it!
- Keep jabbing! - MAN: Go!
There you go! That's it!
Jab, jab, jab, jab!
Keep moving!
(CHEERING)
Just jab, just jab!
(FADED CHEERING)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
That's it!
- Way to go! Way to go! - MAN: Damn!
(LOUD CHEERING)
REFEREE: Three! Four!
Five! Six!
Seven!
- Eight! Nine! - MAN: Way to go, baby!
- Ten! - (BELL CLANGS)
That's it!
Yeah, Billy!
All right, will you just tell her that I called and that...
tell Leila I'm okay, and Daddy won.
Yeah, oh, thanks, yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, thank you.
Beautiful.
Beautiful fight, man.
You looked great, like a whole nother fighter.
Yeah, thanks.
Can I talk to you?
(SIGHS)
What do you want to talk about?
I came to see you, man.
Well, you should be looking at Brady.
You know me, I like to stick with the sure thing.
Congratulations on that title fight.
I heard Miguel didn't have a hard time with Turay.
How'd you like to fight for that title?
Yeah, cut the bullshit, all right?
Look, you needed some time off.
Now it's time to get you back on top.
What are you saying?
I got some friends down at the FAC.
They owe me some favors.
I think I can get you a early review,
get your license back.
The changes you've made in the past couple of months,
I think the changes speak for themselves.
What's the plan?
Vegas, six weeks.
It's a big one.
Hey, Tick.
Jordan.
You did a great job with your fighter.
He works hard.
Coach, I'm gonna put this stuff in the van.
- Yeah, thanks, Jon. - Yeah.
It's a great opportunity, Billy.
I'll be in touch.
What's that about?
Title shot, Vegas, six weeks.
Really?
Six weeks?
You know what that's about, right?
- Yeah. - He's gonna sell it
like it's a-a revenge match around the murder of your wife.
Yeah, it'll all be about Mo.
- You're not considering it? - Yeah.
I got to make some money, man.
I can't lose my girl.
This man right here... you fell down to the ground,
he just stepped right over you.
He fixes fights.
He's a liar.
Yeah, look, I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you.
I can't do this without you.
I can't do this with you.
Why?
I don't train pro fighters.
What, you're saying to me that someone came in
and offered the boys a pro shot, you would've give it to them?
All I need is the six weeks.
I need six weeks.
I'll give you my everything.
You get my everything.
This is about my family.
I can't lose my daughter.
Tick?
I got nothing to say to you, man.
(GRUNTING)
Tick.
Who's winning?
You know Hoppy died?
What?
He tried to protect his mom,
and his dad shot him.
He's dead.
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(WAILING)
I should've known.
When you told me that his mom left,
I should've known right then.
I'm supposed to be able to protect them, you know?
These kids coming up in here,
I'm telling them a bunch of stuff that's bullshit.
It's bullshit.
"It's gonna be all right."
"You can control your destiny."
"You could control this, you could control that."
You can't control shit.
What the fuck, man?
(SIGHS)
The fuck?
What is this?
What kind of, what kind of shit is this?
God must have some kind of plan
to teach me
some kind of lesson.
I just can't figure out what it is.
You know what Hoppy told me?
- Hmm? - "You're a dream crusher."
Uh...
it's like, it's like, when...
one of them, one of them-them games they play.
I'm the Dream Crusher.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
That's like, you know,
crazy stuff, right?
So maybe I'm supposed to learn how not to be a dream crusher.
You know what I'm saying?
Why stop now?
You think that you can, uh...
- beat Magic? - No.
I can't beat him.
Not without you.
- Promise me something. - Mmm-hmm.
Whatever happens, you'll still keep taking care of yourself,
and you'll take care of your daughter.
Mr. Hope, after careful review of your file,
including the assessment from your case worker,
I'm gonna remove the visitation restrictions,
and the reunification can begin next week.
Your attorney will receive notification in the mail.
Good job, Mr. Hope.
(LAUGHS)
Thank you.
You have new shoes?
No, I've had these.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Baby, I don't remember those shoes. Remember...
I don't have that much food here, baby, but I can make you an egg.
You want an egg?
No, why aren't you eating?
What's wrong, baby? Why didn't you eat anything?
- You think I'm a baby. - I don't think you're a baby.
Then how come you won't let me come?
Look, 'cause I told you, I told you it wasn't up to me.
Well, it's up to you now.
Look, when Mom, when Mom was... you...
...around, you know,
she was the one who always made all the decisions, you know?
For you, for me, and...
me, I can't make them, you know?
Not so much.
I know.
What do you know?
Mom always said we had to take care of you.
(SIGHS)
No, baby, that's not how it's supposed to work.
All right? I'm supposed to take care of you.
But the truth is, I'm hanging on by a thread here.
You sure you don't want to eat something? Just, just...
No, Dad.
Can we go see her?
I miss you a lot, Mom.
More... more than ever.
(CRYING)
Hey.
The guy that I'm fighting,
he's the guy from the hotel when-when Mommy was killed.
Okay?
They're gonna say a lot of crazy things.
All right?
I have to be there.
It's gonna scare you.
Did Mommy get scared?
All the time.
Okay.
I'll wait in the dressing room.
But I have to be there.
Okay, you got a deal, baby.
(ROCK SONG PLAYING)
You can do this. You're stronger than that.
They say Billy Hope can't make it.
They say Billy Hope is over.
You!
You define yourself.
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
TICK: I want you to switch and go southpaw.
Have the foot move through with you.
Same time... it's like it's connected by a string.
Same time that leg's moving with that hand.
See how it's coming at the same time?
You switch, then the right foot has to land with a hook.
Do what you gotta do, to do what you want to do.
That's Magic.
Time, time.
I need to see the shuttle.
- Shuttle? All right. - I need to see the pivot.
Time!
TICK: Come on!
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
Hello again, I'm Jim Lampley,
along with the pound-for-pound king of the '90s, Roy Jones,
here in Las Vegas at Caesar's Palace...
as we welcome you live to our coverage of the Light Heavyweight Title showdown
between existing titlist Miguel Escobar...
(DOOR OPENS)
and former champion Billy Hope.
Roy, throughout the boxing world, there's hope...
you can't avoid saying it...
that this evening could produce a great story
of redemption for Billy Hope,
who's been through so much, but realistically,
what chance is there that Hope could come back and win
against such a skilled and effective
young champion as Escobar?
JONES JR.: The cards are stacked against Hope.
Um, his age, um, the fact that he's been off,
and this guy is probably the best fighter
that will ever be put in front of Hope.
(CROWD CHEERING)
LAMPLEY: Billy Hope, entering first,
with no entry music,
flanked by his new trainer, Tick Wills.
The ultimate revenge motive for Hope tonight,
is that in his heart, he believes
he's avenging the death of his wife in a bizarre incident
in which Escobar was involved,
an incident for which no perpetrator
has ever paid the price.
What about the choice of walking with no music, Roy?
JONES JR.: Anytime you've got a crowd of this magnitude
and so much energy in one building,
really, you don't need music.
LAMPLEY: Billy Hope, in the six-week build-up to this fight,
has kept saying, "All business, all business.
"This isn't about all that other stuff.
"It's just about we're going to fight."
(MAN INDISTINCT OVER PA)
ANNOUNCER: ...the king of kings!
And here comes Miguel Escobar.
Escobar is a product of Colombia.
In the past, Roy Jones,
when we spoke about fighters from Colombia,
almost always, they were big punchers.
This is a different story.
JONES JR.: Yeah, this is a whole different story.
Not often do we talk about Colombian fighters
and talk about the full package.
Most of them come with an astronomical amount of punching power,
but not skills to match that.
Tonight we have a guy who is just as good
offensively, skill-wise, as he is powerful.
I said, more recently, Sergio Martinez,
but Carlos Melzon was a beast,
but this kid is a boxer-puncher
with great speed, great power...
something to see, Jim.
He's no champ!
LAMPLEY: And Escobar now promoted by Jordan Mains,
the man who architected Billy Hope's career.
(BELL CLANGS)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
You have a good fight.
I only gave him six weeks to train.
- Jon Jon? - Yeah?
Slip it off.
You don't have to watch it if you don't want to. You okay?
LAMPLEY: And if the defection
of Jordan Mains weren't enough, Hope's longtime trainer,
Eli Frost, trains Escobar against him tonight.
Okay, gentlemen, you both received
your instructions in the dressing room.
Okay, I want a good, clean fight.
Obey my commands at all times.
Above all, protect yourself at all times.
Let's go.
LAMPLEY: Tony Weeks says he wants a good, clean fight.
Quite a number of ring observers
expect that's the last thing we have any chance of seeing here,
- given the rising tide of emotions... - (BELL CLANGING)
...in both corners as round one begins.
Go, Billy.
LAMPLEY: Logic tells you that in the casting of this fight,
Escobar is the superior boxer,
Billy Hope the more physical brawler.
You have to make him miss! Make him miss!
MAN: Come on, son!
And early on, Escobar getting off, but Hope comes back.
There you go!
Go to body shots! Go to the body! Go to the body!
Come on! Apply that pressure! Put it on him now!
Escobar with the showboat. Look at him.
JONES JR.: Trying to take Billy's confidence.
Come on, Billy, now, come on.
LAMPLEY: Escobar energetic, bouncing on his feet.
JONES JR.: Escobar seems to be able to get
anything that he wants... he can hit him
with a straight right, he can hit him with a left hook...
Nice slip! Nice slip!
LAMPLEY: Billy Hope already with a mark above the left eye.
He's holding, ref! He's holding!
Let him go. I got you. Let him go.
- (BELL CLANGING) - Escobar is hitting him,
and Tony Weeks steps in, in the corner.
You didn't see that? You didn't see that?
Let me see, let me see.
LAMPLEY: It appears that Escobar has drawn blood
right here in round one.
Well, Hope did his best
to make Escobar pay in round one.
What he wasn't able to do was make him miss.
He's a fast motherfucker.
That's all right, that's all right. You faster.
Don't worry about that.
Just do what we worked on.
You make him miss, make him pay. All right?
LAMPLEY: By now, fans well aware of the
difficult passage Hope has been through...
the loss of everything, really,
that was valuable to him, including the loss,
for a period of time, of his hunger to fight.
- (BELL CLANGING) - Come on, Billy!
LAMPLEY: Round two begins, and it's Hope
who's the aggressor at the beginning.
Now Escobar counters back.
- Your defense! Come on! - JONES JR.: And Billy's doing
just the opposite of what a boxer is supposed to do.
You're supposed to hit and not get hit.
Billy is not hitting, and getting the hell knocked out of him.
Come on, Billy, move your head, move your head!
LAMPLEY: Early on, it looks like Escobar's jab
is too quick for Billy Hope.
Escobar working downstairs and up,
following the body shots with hard punches upstairs.
(BELL CLANGS)
JONES JR.: Good exchange right there before Tony separated them.
Come on, baby, you got this.
Watch that right. Just keep the pace. Use your speed. Work your way inside.
MAN: Let's go, Billy! Don't give up, boy!
LAMPLEY: First couple rounds seem to have gone Escobar's way.
Let's see if Hope can raise his energy level and make it more of a fight.
Move your head! Move your head!
Keep, keep him up!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(BELL CLANGS)
LAMPLEY: High time for Hope
to begin working to the body and try to turn things around.
Three left hooks to the ribcage.
Escobar catches him with a right. Down goes Hope.
First knockdown of the fight.
...three, four,
- MAN: Get up, baby! - five... six...
Get up! Get up!
LAMPLEY: That left eye is bleeding freely.
(BELL CLANGS)
You all right? You okay? All right, sit down.
No, no, no. His eye.
He's hurt!
LAMPLEY: And it looks already as though
things may be slipping away from Billy Hope.
TICK: You got to keep the pressure on, baby.
Don't worry about the eye, I got the eye.
LAMPLEY: That's a gruesome-looking left eye...
ANGELA: If there was a problem, they would stop the fight.
There's not a problem, okay?
- How's it look, Doc? - I can see.
He's all right. He's all right.
Yeah, he's good to go. Good to go.
LAMPLEY: Well, Hope's fans would say
it wouldn't be Billy if he weren't bleeding.
Show him. It's time to show him, baby.
- Time to show him this time. - (BELL CLANGS)
LAMPLEY: Back in the center of the ring.
Hope unloading right-hand leads.
- Come on, Billy, show up! - LAMPLEY: Hope trying to tuck
that injured left eye behind his front shoulder.
JONES JR.: And Tick must be like his Freddie Roach to Miguel Cotto,
because Tick has done a great job with his defense.
Almost as though, Roy, Billy Hope didn't show up again
till the blood started to flow from that left eye.
Now Billy's showing up, Jim.
I have never seen Billy Hope block a punch.
This is unbelievable. Look at him.
Nice!
What a good three-punch combination out of the shoulder roll right there,
from Billy Hope.
TICK: Come on, Billy!
LAMPLEY: This is Hope's best round so far.
(CROWD CHEERING)
That's it! That's it!
LAMPLEY: And they're talking to each other
- in the center of the ring. - (BELL CLANGS)
Good. Stay in the shell. Protect yourself.
He's switching his style up on us.
- He's rolling his shoulder. - I can't hit that motherfucker, bro.
How's it looking, Doc?
- We got it, we got this. - I'm good, Doc.
Okay, yeah, you're good to go.
Get the fuck...
You know who you are? You're a champion.
You can do it! This is yours, all right?
- Okay? You're a champion. - Let's go!
LAMPLEY: Halfway through the 12-round fight in Las Vegas,
now they're even, Hope bleeding from above the left eye.
(BELL CLANGS)
Escobar bleeding from above the right.
(BELL CLANGS)
Hope mounting more and more offense now.
And now he fires back with a big right hand.
- ELI: We got this. We got this. - LAMPLEY: And they're working hard
to keep that right eye together for Escobar, in his corner.
They're working just as hard
to keep Billy Hope's left eye in the fight.
(BELL CLANGS)
LAMPLEY: Hard right hand!
Get off the rope! Get off the rope!
LAMPLEY: Hope trapped in the corner.
Some of those shots were blocked,
but it was another big rally for Miguel Escobar.
Both men have been hurt in this round.
(BELL CLANGS)
Early rounds seemed to belong to Miguel Escobar.
Middle rounds definitely belonged to Billy Hope.
And now, as we come to the 11th and 12th,
it's a close fight on the table
for whichever fighter wants it most.
- TICK: Shake it off, Billy! - I'm fuckin' tired, man.
He's more tired than you are.
Two more, Billy... you just keep doing what you're doing.
That fucker hits hard as a motherfucker.
I need you to counter, I need you to pivot.
I need you to stay in the shell, you hear me?
You got to stay focused, stay in this fight.
- Punch and move. - You were his fuckin' trainer!
Why don't you tell me how to fuckin' beat the guy, man?
TICK: You're ready for this. You ain't tired.
You strong, you strong. This is your time.
This is your moment. You hear me?
(PANTING)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(MAN CHANTING) Billy Hope! Billy Hope!
LAMPLEY: Now with two rounds to go,
let's see which man can impose his will
in the championship rounds.
MAN: Come on, move, go!
LAMPLEY: Both men bleeding badly from one eye.
ELI: Don't stay still! Let's go!
LAMPLEY: It has elevated to a state of war.
(GRUNTING)
JONES JR.: That's right, Jim.
There are cuts everywhere, there's blood everywhere.
LAMPLEY: Nothing to hold back now.
Underneath it all, a subtext of hatred,
anger, revenge...
which may or may not be relieved
by the violent combat
in which they now immerse themselves.
That's it! That's what I'm talking about! That's it!
LAMPLEY: At this point, it's a war of attrition...
a fight to the finish.
Listen, now, your wife can't save you now, bitch!
Yeah, she can't save you now.
(SCREAMING)
What you doing? Stick to the plan!
Billy, what are you trying to do? Stick to the plan!
(BELL CLANGING)
is caught between two monsters,
- as they fire away... - LEILA: What is he doing?
- What's going on? - What is he doing?
What did he do to my dad?
- What happened to him? - MAN: It's okay, sweetie.
What's wrong with him?
Keep throwing them bars. Just keep throwing them bars.
Come on, keep it playing with his head.
Keep it playing... come on, Coach.
All right, you're about to blow this.
You got to be calm, you got to be calm.
Everybody else is walking slow.
This world is yours, this world is yours.
Your soul is here... give me a towel.
God is watching you. Your wife is watching you.
I'm watching you.
Your daughter's watching you.
Don't let this man control you. Don't let him control you.
LAMPLEY: This is exceptional to me. And part of a resurgent career,
as Hope is trying to come back
from life-damaging circumstances,
including, of course,
the unexpected death of his wife Maureen.
- Don't let him get into your head. - (WHISTLE BLOWS)
Don't let him take this from you.
You got one shot. Go southpaw. Go southpaw on his ass.
You go in there and you kick his ass!
You hear me? You show up, you show him...
I want to see Billy the Great!
You hear me? I want to see Billy the Great!
Now you go out there and you... beat his ass!
Clap now.
LAMPLEY: Already tonight,
a lot of expectations have been upended by the style of the fight,
by the competitiveness of the fight, and now
by the unexpected circumstance
of us entering the 12th round of a fight
that no ringside expert ever dreamed could possibly go the distance.
- Come on, Billy! - JONES JR.: I'm not sure who's
- winning this fight right now. - LAMPLEY: Escobar tasted both
of those big punches, and now he's not throwing,
as Hope lines him up and tries to tee off.
JONES JR.: Escobar is in trouble, he's in bad trouble.
LAMPLEY: Now Escobar comes back with his own combination!
Protect yourself!
LAMPLEY: They take turns
trading combinations and covering up...
...as the momentum shifts back and forth
from one fighter to the other.
Tremendous uppercut by Hope! And down goes Billy!
Ref, come on! Come on!
LAMPLEY: Tony Weeks is gonna call it a low blow.
He's hurting him. He's hurting him.
- It's okay, sweetie, it's okay. - He's hurting him.
Come on, Billy... Come on!
One point, low blow. Hear that?
- One point, low blow... - LAMPLEY: There's no count,
and Escobar is losing a point for the low blow.
- Let me know when you're ready. - I'm good.
You ready? Okay, here we go. Time in.
LAMPLEY: This could be critical for what should be
very close scores at this moment.
We're about a minute away from putting this
in the hands of three judges at ringside.
ELI: Let's go!
LAMPLEY: Hope needs one last big shot. Both men all-out.
Escobar comes back with a hard right hand.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Come on, man.
Now we near the last minute
of what has become a spectacular seesaw fight.
Switch up! Switch up!
Now's the time, Billy! Now's the time!
(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
LAMPLEY: Now Hope switches feet for a southpaw uppercut,
and down goes Escobar!
Yeah, Billy! Yeah! Yeah!
- Yeah! - Southpaw! Yes!
LAMPLEY: Tremendous left-hand shot by Billy Hope.
JONES JR.: What an unbelievable left uppercut from the southpaw position.
REFEREE: ...five, six...
JONES JR.: Wow! Who would've ever seen this coming?
- You good? - I'm good.
- You good? Okay, fight's over. It's over! - (BELL CLANGS)
- LAMPLEY: Escobar is saved by the bell, - Fight's over!
just as he was getting up.
And Billy Hope finishes the fight with a flourish.
We'll see what that does to the scorecards
in what could have been a very close fight.
JONES JR.: That may have been the two-point round
that get him over the hump.
LAMPLEY: Whether he won the fight or not,
he'll have tremendous satisfaction
from having knocked Miguel Escobar down.
Now let's go to ring announcer Jimmy Lennon Jr.
- to find out who's the winner. - (BELL CLANGING)
Ladies and gentlemen,
after 12 rounds of action,
we have a split decision.
Judge at ringside, Casey Borne,
scores the bout 115 to 113
for Miguel Escobar.
- No. - Judge Raoul Fromes sees it...
...115 to 114
for Billy Hope.
(CROWD CHEERING)
And Judge Ricky Quiles scores the bout
116 to 112...
in favor of the winner...
and the new...
WBC Light Heavyweight Champion
- of the World, Billy... - He did it!
He did it! He did it! He did it!
Hope!
(CROWD CHEERING)
LAMPLEY: Hope is back! Hope is on top again!
Billy Hope has regained
the Light Heavyweight Championship of the World.
JONES JR.: Yes, Jim, we still have Hope.
- Yes! - Yes, Dad!
LAMPLEY: What a spectacular story here in Vegas tonight.
(CROWD CHEERING)
We did it, baby.
LAMPLEY: What an amazing moment of redemption for Billy Hope.
(CRYING) Hey, baby...
I'm ready. Yeah, I'm ready.
I'm ready.
I'm ready. I'm ready.
- Hey, T. Come here. - What?
- It's your belt. - It's for you, man.
No, no, no. That's-that's yours.
Hey, hey, it's too heavy, man!
No, no. No, no... no, no.
(ALL CHEERING)
Everybody, great work.
Very nice. Thank you.
You got to hang that up on the wall in the gym.
Up there for the kids.
- Yeah! - LEILA: Daddy!
- MAN: Lei Lei! - Daddy! Daddy!
Baby...
(LAUGHING)
- (CRYING) - Hey. Hey. Are you okay?
Huh? Hmm?
Yeah.
- Hmm? - I was scared for you.
- Aw. - It was so scary.
Aw, baby, you're so brave.
You guys take care of each other.
(CRYING)
I love you, Daddy.
(CRYING) Yeah, baby.
Your mother would be so proud of you.
Let's just go home, okay?
Just go home, okay?
Let's go home.
BILLY: Let's go home.
I was so worried for you.
Come here.
Back up. Back up. Give the man some room.
Back up.
(CHATTERING)
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