Mike

Saying that the best punch Tyson

ever threw was at his now ex-wife.

So much for watching Carson tonight.

- This is bullshit, Don. - That's bullshit.

They're making up things about me.

- You know... - Listen to me, hey, hey, hey.

- Champ, champ, hey. - Get off me, Don.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Just breathe, right? What did they tell you,

in through your nose, out through your mouth?

Just breathe.

Yeah, just like you in the ring now, just breathe.

Now, you need to relax, now remember, now you home.

You at your house, you at your castle, you free here.

You okay, you'll be alright.

They can't beat you, alright?

Yeah.

I'ma take care of you, right champ?

- Yeah. - Alright?

- Yeah. - Alright.

What do you see, who you see?

- It's Don. - You see Don, right?

Yes, Don.

Don King.

Listen, listen, listen.

I was on top of the world.

Rich, heavyweight champion.

Did whatever the fuck I wanted.

Until I sat there for that Barbara Walters interview.

I didn't have any control.

It didn't matter how many times I won or

how big my muscles were.

Robin beat me,

and she did it in front of a national audience.

After all that happened,

there were only two things that got me through it,

Don King,

- and this video game. - Oh ho ho!

Nowadays, you see niggas' faces all

over video games, but back then?

It was major for a Black man to be the face of one.

You guys want to talk about power?

Back then, I had the power.

Yeah!

Mr. Tyson, it's so good to see you again.

How can we help you today?

I always wonder, how you guys get all the cars out of here?

That big window right there, it's like a door.

You open it, drive the cars right in.

That's pretty sweet.

We'll take all of them.

Oh...

We?

Ay, this shit come in turquoise?

Yo, that's my mama's favorite color.

You guys got a turquoise one?

I will look into that right away.

After I knocked out Spinks in the first round...

I figured I owed you guys a bit of a show with the Bruno fight.

I baptize you in the name of the Father,

the Son,

and the Holy Ghost.

Tyson!

Oh, Tyson!

I'm sorry, Mr. Tyson we never

put a hot tub in a limousine before,

I'm not even sure we could...

Give me a few days.

We'll be back tomorrow.

Okay.

Any of you ladies ever take a champagne bath before?

I did some crazy shit back then.

Hell, I even reburied my mother.

Take all the time you need, son.

Uh, Mr. Tyson, I was wondering if I could...

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

What'd you used to call me?

A low life thief?

Piece of shit?

Wasn't I supposed to spend all my days in jail?

You remember that, Mommy?

Now look.

You'll spend all your days in a box that I put you in,

that I paid for.

No one's just one thing.

We're all a bunch a things.

Now sometimes that thing we are,

at any particular point in time, isn't that great.

But it's not all we are.

We can be more if we want to be.

Unless you're Don King.

Then you're just a slimy, cock sucking motherfucker.

But he was my slimy, cock sucking motherfucker.

The gun?

He carried that because he thought

bodyguards made him look like a thug.

Before him, promoters looked and sounded a certain way.

Don came and flipped the script.

Y'all brothers stayin' out of trouble?

- Oh yeah. - Yeah brother.

Alright now, be easy now.

Don spoke like a preacher

and thought like a grandmaster.

People knew who he was.

He knew he was meant for greatness.

He used tell me about how he was one of

the biggest number runners in Cleveland,

making thousands of dollars a day.

Sam!

Don saw himself as a businessman,

a respected businessman.

But if you made the mistake of disrespecting him?

- Where's my money, Sam? - I promise, Don!

I'm gonna pay you, you just gotta give me

a little bit more time!

You want time, get a watch.

Sam Garrett was his name.

He died that night.

And Don's ass went straight to prison.

But he didn't serve time. More like time served Don.

Don was always trying to sharpen his mind.

He read all kinds of books.

Frederick Douglass, Shakespeare, Voltaire,

Martin Luther King, Marx, and Hitler.

When he was coming up for parole,

he pulled some slick deal, used his connections

to acquire 40 acres of land, which eventually became...

My 30-room mansion, complete with swimming pool,

gym, cattle, and of course...

Cus wanted me to be the best

and I was desperate to make him proud.

But Don?

He didn't give a shit about excellence.

All he cared about was money.

So that's all I cared about.

I didn't know how the world works.

Not really.

And Cus taught me how to box.

But he couldn't teach me how to be a Black man in America.

But Don could.

Saying that the best punch Tyson

ever threw was at his now ex-wife.

Aw, shit. You already saw

my drunk ass do this shit.

- Who do you see? - It's Don.

- You see Don, right? - Yes, Don.

Alright, now.

Go upstairs and get you some rest.

Yeah.

Tomorrow, I want you to take me to Playboy

so I can beat the shit out those motherfuckers.

It's Playboy, champ.

A white boy's wet dream disguised as journalism.

You're the heavyweight champion of the world,

young, rich, and Black.

The most feared three words to white America.

You know why? Because you're free.

You're in the same freedom they enjoy and take for granted.

And every time they see a wealthy,

free Black man, it reminds them of the truth.

Of what they did.

What they continue to do with us every single day.

Ha ha, naw...

white folks'll never pay for the truth,

because then they'd have to reckon with what they did.

But they will pay for a show.

Top dollar.

So they'll pay to see Jordan drop a triple double

or Michael moonwalk, or you dominate in the ring.

Because as long as they're watching that,

as long as they see a few of you with

money and freedom,

they won't have to think about the ones that don't.

And it makes them feel good when they go to sleep at night.

But the minute you get too big, they gotta cut you down.

They gotta make you out to be some kind of monster,

because they can't afford to see you as I see you.

A king.

Don't be their monster.

Be our king.

With Cus gone, Don was the only father figure I had.

He had set up the Buster Douglas fight.

He hyped it all up.

Team Tyson was going to Tokyo.

It was a huge deal.

See that fat fuck over there?

Easiest money we ever made.

Don and I were raking it in.

Toyota commercials.

Tyson power!

There was even talk of me having a match