Haymaker

He can be saved by the bell in the last round. Eight seconds left!

Just so many right hands one man can take.

It's a bloodbath.

He may think he has him.

- Wow! -He's not getting up, Jake! He's not getting up!

No! He's been knocked out.

Incredible!

A sensational right hand K.O. of the undefeated champion!

Unbelievable.

Let's look alive, gentlemen.

They pay the bills, so be polite.

10-4.

- Whatever. - Copy that.

I owe you a drink.

You don't.

I could use one.

You want ice or something?

I'm okay.

Do you want a job?

What kind of job?

A fun one.

What do I gotta do?

Protect me.

From who?

Only my adoring fans.

Forty-five an hour okay?

Forty.

Call me so I have your number.

Nomi. That's your name?

What kind of name is that?

What kind of phone is that?

I'll text you when I need you, okay?

Okay.

Or you can call me.

Why would I do that?

I don't know... Maybe you get lonely.

I do.

My daughter is still undefeated.

My... My oldest, remember I told you about her?

You must be proud.

She's a winner, like her old man.

Salud.

But you know, her weight class,

most of the boys don't even have hair on their coin purses yet.

But still...

Three years undefeated, boy, girl, nobody.

High school wrestling, of all things.

You know, uh,

the guy you worked up, he's not a friend of mine.

But he's a friend of this place. So...

We gotta part company.

Professionally speaking, that is.

It's your severance.

I respect you.

That's why we're having this drink, you understand?

I bet you she loses.

That's a tough bet.

That's a tough bet.

I got one for you.

I bet you never fight in the ring again.

What about that? You'd take that bet?

Let me know when you lace 'em up again, kid.

You used to be something to see.

Yo, Nick.

Hey, don't forget about Thailand in December.

- He ain't coming. - It's a shame.

Come on. You're better than that, Max.

Help, Uncle Nicky.

Please, help. Please, help.

All right, ladies. Breakfast.

- Who wants juice? - Me.

All right.

Maybe you should take some time before you, uh,

jump on to another night crew.

Get back in the gym, even.

To teach, I didn't say fight.

I got nothing to prove.

I know you don't...

Do you?

Oh, karaoke.

I don't like karaoke.

Why?

- We hate it. - It's the worst.

Although you sang a lot of Sade.

I always get everyone so depressed.

Like, I'm the worst to take to karaoke.

- I'll see you. Call me. - Yeah, I'll message you, yeah.

- Bye. - Bye.

Are you gonna stalk me like some creep, or walk with me like a gentleman?

- Fuck that motherfucker. - I know.

Aw, beautiful.

Mmm. Look at this.

- Wow, marry me. - Oh shit, sweetie!

Let me have your phone number.

Aren't you gonna say something?

They're harmless.

I guess.

You're hurting me.

I-I'm coming from a place of love, why do you gotta hate?

-Shh! -I'm just... I'm trying to show my love.

What is it you think I do, exactly?

I don't know, some type of art.

- Where are you from? - The Bronx.

Ah yes, I figured that.

You from around here?

I am from far, far away.

Bay Ridge.

A Nuyorican.

You know that guy you beat up in the club the other night?

What about him?

He wasn't my boyfriend or anything.

What do I care?

He deserved what you did to him.

I live here.

- This is your place? - Yeah.

You must love what you do.

Fulfill fantasies?

Who wouldn't?

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Nick.

Hey.

Where did you get this jacket?

I don't remember.

Give it to me.

No.

There's someone I want you to meet.

Mama.

This is the man I was telling you about.

Nick Molloy.

Hi.

She says Irish.

The good half.

That's what my old man used to tell me.

Give us a minute.

Who's this?

Me.

Wait.

What?

Where we going?

Can't you adjust to your surroundings or whatever?

Like a ninja?

No.

I'm going to work.

Is this your car?

Shut up.

This car is, like, brand new.

- Yeah I built it up from junk. - You built this?

I didn't build it, but I fixed it.

Took me about five years.

Ten, to be exact.

I got kicked out of high school so I went to trade school instead.

I was also kicked out of high school.

Jinx.

That's not how it works.

- Hey. - Hi.

I'm here for a session with Logan.

- What's your name? - Nomi.

I'm getting no answer.

I just ordered them a bunch of food, though, so I know they're there.

- Just head on back. - Okay.

Wait for me here, yeah?

- You sure? - Yeah, I'll be right back.

Uh-huh. Turn me up a little in there.

Logan.

- Oh hey, Nomi, what's up, boo? - How are you?

What's going on?

You ready for these hooks?

Your manager didn't call you?

About what?

Fuck.

- You know this... - No track?

Nah, this dude, I don't really know about him.

- He made a couple of comments. - My manager?

What the fuck is this?

Got any sports magazines here?

That's all we got.

Yo, what is this?

Come on, let me talk to you real quick.

- Ain't nothing to talk about, man. - Come on, come on.

Matter of fact, I'm glad this freak is here

so I can tell them to their fucking face.

Tell me what?

You wanna be on my hit list? Why you so mad?

Yo you better watch your mother fucking mouth.

Or what? What are you gonna do?

Or I'm gonna smack the shit out of you.

What happened?

- What happened? - Where were you?

You told me to sit...

So you just do whatever the fuck I say?

- Yeah, I guess I do... - Just shut up.

Here, for parking.

Take it!

Go home.

Hey, look what you catch right here.

All right, what are we looking at? Let's get back to work.

Or go home.

I had to see this to believe it.

Everything how you remember it?