Day of the Fight

Oh, you're crying now?

Get out of here.

I'm not dealing with this anymore!

Please get out!

- No, I'm hearing it. - Jessica, please!

- Listen to me! Listen to me! -

- I'm not doing this anymore! - Not hitting you.

- I'm begging you! - Get away from me.

You can hate me.

- -

Hey, cat.

All right, here we go.

["Crucify Your Mind," Rodriguez]

- -

After the crash, the trauma to your head

caused a series of clots. Some are harmless.

You wouldn't even know they were there.

This is worrying.

This is a pretty serious aneurysm.

What it means is you have a bulge in your artery

in a very difficult place.

Doc, I'm... I'm a professional fighter.

My life is boxing. You saying I can't box anymore?

["Blues Run the Game," Jackson C. Frank]

Mikey!

Yo, Mikey!

Irish Mike!

- Jimmy Jay. - Oh, man, how you doing?

- You good? - I'm all right.

Cold as fuck but making do.

Where's Sammy? What happened to Sammy?

Man, motherfucker,

got his ass beat about two days ago,

he-- he up in Brookdale,

face looks like a fucking piñata, man.

What's this I hear you fighting tonight?

- Oh, yeah... - In the Garden!

- That's right. - In the fucking Garden!

That's big! God!

Yo, man.

- Irish Mike back in the game. - I gotta go.

Yo, let me get a smoke. Let me get a smoke.

Here.

Take one. Take the pack. Take the pack.

- Aww, man. I love you! - All right, man.

Yo, Irish Mike!

- Jimmy Jay! - You got this!

What are you looking at?

- Nothing. - What's this about?

They ain't paying you later?

You'd be surprised.

Really? That makes no sense.

It depends on the fighter...

What are you talking about? It's you. You're fighting!

Exactly.

Honestly, I'm grateful to just be on the bill.

You know, after everything that happened, it wasn't easy.

I know but I mean, you were the champ.

They got to pay you something, right?

Enough for the next fight.

Screw the next one.

Just bury this guy good tonight.

The next one comes, tell 'em to go fuck themselves.

- Okay. - All right, let's get inside.

Freezing my nuts off here.

Come on.

How's the leg? - Yeah, I don't know.

I need a new fucking hip, I guess.

You can give my ticket to somebody else.

- - You know,

I never had a taste for watching two guys

beating the crap out of each other.

If I wanted to do that, I'd just go down to Duffy's

any night of the week.

Okay.

You know, I had completely forgotten

that you asked me to hold this.

I was gonna have a fucking heart attack

because I thought I lost it.

Okay.

Here you go.

You know what's funny? I remember this ring

more than I remember her face.

I mean, I catch glimpses every now and again,

but I...

I don't know if they're real anymore.

Well... don't worry about it.

I mean, you know, it's a long time ago.

And memories come and go, you know,

especially difficult ones.

What were you, 14, when it happened?

Twelve.

You were still a kid.

I remember her liking this place, though.

Coming to see you and Uncle Frank.

I think...

you guys made her feel safe or something.

She did not come here to see me or Frankie.

She knew how much you loved coming here.

That's what made her happy.

Yeah.

And if you want to know what she looked like, just...

look in the mirror.

She looked like you.

Except... hell of a lot more attractive.

She was a good egg, Mikey.

Always thinking of others.

Until she wasn't.

Come on, that's not fair. She was sick.

All right, that had nothing to do with you.

Had everything to do with me.

- You know what I mean. - But I know what you mean.

Anyway...

I just want to say that...

you know, me and the boys, it...

it means a lot 'cause you're one of our own,

and you're, you know...

so, whichever way it goes tonight,

just know that we're proud of you.

And she would have been, too.

There's four weeks' worth, and it's a little something

extra from me.

Thanks, C. I mean not for the money.

Thank you for everything.

I mean everything.

Everything, you didn't have to do that.

- Any of that. - Come on. Shut up.

- I mean it. - I know. I know.

You should know.

Remember. Your shoe is untied,

- then... boom. - Yeah.

Maybe I'll see you later?

- I'll think about it. - Come on, surprise me.

I'm not giving your ticket away.

I'll think about it.

Give him hell, Mikey.

You know I will.

Hey, Mikey! Put him in the ground!

Mikey!

Oh!

Yeah, I'm looking for Akbar.

One minute.

Akbar, there is someone in the front.

- Akbar? - Hey... Irish?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

He told you I was coming right.

- Yeah. - You want to do it here?

Yeah, right here is good.

This thing ain't stolen, is it?

No, it's my mother's ring.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

I'll give you three.

It's a $10,000 ring.