Bleed for This

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Uh...

Vinny went to the wrong hotel.

The wrong hotel?

Yeah.

Motherfucker, how many Caesar

palace they got in Las Vegas?

- He'll be here. -We are

gonna start the weigh-in.

If Pazienza is

not here by 7:
00,

he will be disqualified.

Shit.

Ash.

Ash, answer the phone!

Hello?

Tell Vinny they're going ahead.

They're going ahead.

Just hold them off.

- Tell them I'm coming.

- He's coming.

Where's he at? Where's he at?

He's on the fucking bicycle.

No, his weight.

What fuckin' weight's he at?

Where you at, Vinny?

I'm comin'!

He's comin'.

139 pounds and three quarters.

F*ck.

Tell Vinny that

Roger made weight.

- Where the f*ck's your boy?

- What are you so worried about?

Where the hell you have to be?

Beating your pizza-faced,

Liberace son back to Boston.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

We're from Providence!

He'll be here. He'll be here.

Calm down.

He'll be here. Don't you worry about it.

He's gonna be here.

He'll be here.

He's gonna be here.

He gonna make it?

Got a little surprise for you.

Get your motherfucking dick

out my face.

He can't take his eyes off me.

He still looks big.

This is gonna be close.

140 pounds even.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Behind me the casino here

at Caesar's,

and, yes, the Eve

of the big fight.

Roger Mayweather

defending against Vinny Pazienza

for the WBC super lightweight

championship.

Bottom line is that I'm willing to

die in that ring tomorrow night.

I don't think he's ready

to make that sacrifice.

Damn straight,

'cause there ain't no need to.

Boy thinking about dying

instead of boxing.

That should tell you all

you need to know.

Motherfucker,

tomorrow night you gone.

Yeah? I'm gonna rain on you

like a thunderstorm.

You scary.

Yeah.

Do me a favor. Tomorrow

you get yourself a tic tac.

If you're this close to me tomorrow,

I'm gonna knock you the f*ck out.

You all right, champ?

Yeah, yeah. I'm feelin' good.

Yeah.

I know you are.

You need anything?

Nah, I'm good.

- What you doin'? You goin' to bed?

- Yeah. Big day tomorrow.

Hey, you should hit the hay too.

Yeah, definitely, pop.

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

Five the fever! Wally

cleaver loves the beaver!

Yeah.

All right. Hey, hey.

Blow on those.

Yeah!

Baby. You're up 100k,

all right?

Shouldn't you just

call it quits?

Yeah, yeah.

Just order another OJ.

I'm not thirsty.

What are you doing here?

I'm splitting tens.

Don't you think you should be

getting some rest for tomorrow?

- It is tomorrow.

- Yeah, relax. Just go ahead.

All right. Yeah.

Okay. Yeah.

Mmm.

Too many. Too many! Yes!

Mmm!

Baby, come on!

Vinny! Vinny! God, Vinny!

Yeah, baby.

Yeah. Yeah! Too many!

Oh.

He's an animal.

Who splits tens

on a $20,000 hand?

You shut up.

Come on, Vinny! Come on!

Oh, solid right hand

inside by Mayweather.

Pazienza stopped in his tracks.

Got his attention

pretty good right there.

What are you doing?

Get in there!

Solid right hand

right on the eye.

That hurt him.

I question, though,

whether we'll ever see

Pazienza in the ring again

after taking a beating

like this.

Knock him down!

Right back.

I'm telling you,

he's got a lot of heart.

- More action after the bell.

I can take that all day!

You got nothing! Come on!

Come on!

I got it, I got it.

I'm fine.

I got it, I got it.

I got this. I got it.

Give us your score.

Okay, I've got it eight rounds to

three, 107-101, favor Roger Mayweather.

I think he's winning

the fight big...

Good right hand there.

Best right hand of the fight.

- Right on that eye.

- Why let it go any farther?

Well, because he's a fighter.

- He wants to finish the fight.

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