Christy

Somebody told me once

I fought like I was trying to destroy

everyone who'd ever done me wrong.

They said I fought like I had demons in me.

Maybe it's true.

Maybe I do.

["Head Over Heels" by Tears for Fears playing]

First time I ever stepped in a boxing ring though,

all I knew was I had to beat the shit out of that bitch

before she had a chance to hit me.

["Head Over Heels" by Tears for Fears continues]

Hi!

Hey Momma!

Something's up. They're being weird.

Check this out.

You won?

-No way. -Mm-hm.

-Did you get hit? -Hardly.

I don't know, my eyes were closed half the time.

Easiest three hundred bucks I ever made.

-I can't believe you did that. -I know, me neither.

Three hundred bucks?

Jesus Christ--

Randy Salters! Language.

Sis won the Toughman competition.

Check this out.

What's going on?

Why is nobody talking?

Dad!

We'll talk about it after lunch.

What's going on?

Why can't you just--

Pam Doolan called me.

About what?

I don't know.

Maybe she's confused or something.

But she said some horrible, horrible things,

about you and that girl.

You know her name's Rosie.

Oh, I don't know what I know anymore,

because you tell us she's your team mate,

and then she's your best friend,

and now Pam is saying this about you two.

Now Pam is taking her to see a priest

to get her straightened out,

and Dad and I think that we should probably do

the same with you.

I'm not going to see a priest.

Well, Dad and I have discussed it

and we can't be helping you with your rent anymore

if you're going to keep doing this.

Keep doing what?

What the hell is a priest going to do?

-Is it true? -Is what true?

-What people are saying. -What are they saying?

Well, we don't want you to see her no more.

People are gonna say it's my fault in the way I raised you.

Who cares what they say? Pam Doolan is a crazy bitch.

Why the fuck do you care what she thinks?

Don't you speak to me like that--

Why the hell not?

You're allowed to say whatever dumb shit

-pops into your head. -Stop this!

Just stop!

What you're doing isn't normal.

And we want you to have a happy, normal life.

I'm just gonna go talk to the priest.

I have to do it. If I don't at least talk to him,

she's gonna cut off my allowance.

-Just get a job. -What job?

She's gonna stop paying for my apartment.

Her cousin has a room.

She wants me to move in there.

What for?

To keep an eye on me. Why do you think?

I can't stay.

I gotta go.

Over here!

I got her!

Fucking lesbian.

Break it up now!

Basketball is a team sport.

You can't be on the team

if you keep punching the team in the face.

It's not funny.

She started it.

Oh come on, Christy. Grow up.

Well, she fucking did.

How?

What did she do?

Huh?

What'd she do?

Fuck it. Just forget about it. It doesn't matter.

Alright, hold your horses, Casey.

I got you some right here.

Here you go.

You're a madman.

Oh, shit.

Hello, Christy speaking.

Christy, this is Richard Christmas.

I work for Larry Carrier. He asked me to call you.

-Sorry, Larry who? -Larry Carrier.

He's a boxing promoter out here in Bristol, Tennessee.

Larry saw you fight a few weeks ago at the Toughman contest.

He owns the Bristol Speedway

and he's putting a show together.

He wants to know how you'd feel about

making your professional boxing debut.

I'm not... I play basketball.

I'm not a boxer, sir.

I've never been in a boxing gym in my life.

I entered Toughman for fun.

Well, Larry liked the way you fought.

We'll put you up in a nice hotel for the night,

and the purse is five hundred dollars.

How's that sound?

Come on.

Here.

Good luck.

Fighters, centre of the ring.

Okay, your trunks are good here.

Your trunks are good here.

I already explained to you the rules earlier.

Protect yourself at all times.

If I say "stop" while you're fighting, stop!

Do you have any questions?

You have any questions?

Touch gloves. Go back to your corners.

- - Start!

One! Two! Three! Four! Five!

Get up! Get up!

Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

-Look at you. -Stop.

Christy. Larry Carrier.

You did great. Well done.

-Thank you, sir. -You earned that.

That was fun.

Hey, let me talk to you about something real quick.

I loved what I saw out there tonight.

I got a trainer who wants to meet you.

His name's Jim Martin. He's an excellent trainer.

Trains my son, as a matter of fact.

Why don't you come up next week

for a couple of days and meet him?

Have a look around my gym, work out with him some.

See if you like it.

If you do, I want to promote you.

Get you more fights.

Yeah, okay, sure.

Maybe you want to bring your father up with you.

Um, my dad can't take time off work.

Okay, well, bring your mom then.

Just your mom. Jim's a...

He's a family guy. You understand me?

Yes, sir.

He's excited to meet you, Christy.

Let's see if we can't make a boxer out of you.

[hip hop music playing in background]

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Jim Martin.

That's him, over by the ring.

Excuse me. Are you Jim Martin?

I'm Christy Salters.

Mr. Carrier told me you'd be expecting me.

I'm here to train with you.

Hands up!

-Sir! -What?

I'm working. Tony's trying to concentrate.

What do you want?

Hey, where you going, hmm?

- Christy! You made it! -He doesn't want to train me.

-He's an asshole. -Christy!

-Jim! Hey Jim! -Yep?

Get down here.

Keep it up, fellas.

Jim, this is, ah, Christy Salters.

Told you she was coming in today.

Oh, yeah. Hi, Christy. Pleased to meet you.

Hey, Jim Martin.

-I'm Joyce. I'm Christy's mum. -Pleasure.

Larry paid for the hotel already.

You said you were gonna give it a try.

I said I'd come and check it out. I checked it out.

The guy's a dick. I wanna go home.

I just think if Larry's offering you a place to stay, rent-free

and a job, and a trainer,

that's a real opportunity.

And now you're just being ungrateful.

He don't wanna train me. You saw it. It was embarrassing.

Well, fine. We'll go home.

Didn't come all the way down here