Locker 13

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Know thyself.

That's an old saying.

Old as in Greek and stuff.

It's written on some temple

in a place called Delphi, right?

Six ancient philosopher-types

took credit

for coming up with that,

including Socrates,

so it must have been

some pretty cutting-edge stuff back then.

Know thyself. Hmm.

So you start thinking,

"Do I know myself?

"I mean, really, who am I?

"What do I want?

"Do I like myself?

"Am I happy?"

and on and on.

I mean, it'll drive you nuts.

But you don't truly know

the answers to those questions

until they're staring you

right in the face.

Well, folks, that about wraps it up

here at Gunsight Pass.

We're sad to say, it's closing time.

Want to thank everyone

for coming out to visit

our slice of the wild, wild West.

What about you?

What about me what?

Do you know yourself?

I don't know, Archie.

I'm just here to clean.

I been on the night cleaning staff

for 27 years.

I'm sorry.

No need. I love it.

Five days a week,

eight hours a day,

480 minutes, 28,600 seconds

of glorious, quiet "me" time.

And now, I'm gonna give you

those glorious seconds.

Um... thanks?

Hmm.

A job like this

where all you have is time,

you really can

get to know yourself.

You married?

Girlfriend?

No.

What's her name?

Erica.

Is she beautiful?

I don't really know.

I, uh, never met her in person.

We met online.

She was a tutor when I was inside.

You know the secret

to any relationship?

Trust?

Know yourself.

Now, I spoke

to your parole officer,

and, believe me,

this is the best place for you.

You have to think

of this as your second chance.

You were in the pen

for two years,

all that noise

and all that chaos?

In here, you get solitude,

not solitary confinement.

What were you in for?

Two years.

No, what'd you do?

I didn't do nothin'.

I sat there.

I was in jail.

No. What put you there?

The judge.

Okay, I got it.

Do we have to wear this uniform?

It's itching the hell outta me.

You ever been to Disneyland?

What?

No.

Come on.

I'll show you something.

Everything you see here

is to put on the illusion

that people are stepping

back in time to the Old West.

All the workers...

the security guards, the gardeners,

the chuck wagon drivers, and us,

the night cleaning crew,

we have to wear these uniforms

to make it more real for them.

It's a living, breathing town.

So there's

more night cleaning staff?

Nope, just you.

Just me?

Aw, come on,

nothing you can't handle.

There's a few tasks.

I'll show you those.

But most everything's

taken care of regular by the daily crew.

You're on your own.

That's why I keep telling you,

you got to know who you are.

There she is.

Beautiful, ain't she?

I guess.

Well, I thought

all jailbirds found God.

Well, not this one.

Apparently not.

What are these?

Part of my authentic

Western outfit?

Yeah, every day.

What the heck

are these doing here?

Hmm.

You know,

I believe that each of us

has the capacity for great things.

Really?

Big things.

What would you be willing to do

to have everything you wanted?

I don't know.

Would you be willing to give up

your life as you know it?

Your soul?

There was this young boxer...

young up-and-comer

name of Tommy Novak.

Never heard of him.

Exactly, but he had aspirations,

he had plans, he had talent.

And then you know what happened?

What?

He made some bad choices.

He's nothing like the once proud boxer

we remember only a decade ago.

...Eight, nine, ten.

It's over.

You got a minor concussion.

I don't want you

sparring for a week.

Can I fight?

Doc?

I can't suspend you yet,

and I don't want to have to go

to the commission.

But I can fight, right?

- Right?

- Yeah!

Yeah, Tommy, you can fight.

No!

He said I could fight.

- It doesn't matter.

- Don, you heard him.

It doesn't matter, Tommy,

'cause I can't get you any new fights.

No undercards, no exhibitions.

You're not a draw, Tommy.

You're a punching bag.

The last two cards,

they were favors.

I've got kids on the come.

I've got contenders.

It's over.

I gotta move on, Tommy.

Don?

All right.

I got an up-and-comer,

he's gonna need some sparring.

I'll give you twenty bucks a round.

Keep you in the game.

Hurry up, old man!

Just need some gloves.

Tommy?

You're no boxer.

What'd you say to me, old man?

Give me your hands.

You're not a boxer.

Boxers score points,

boxers make deals,

boxers talk big,

but you're not a boxer.

You're a fighter.

Boxing is the science.

Fighting is the punishment.

Are you gonna take it,

or are you gonna give it?

You...

got a lot to give.

Twenty bucks.

He's so slow,

I should get a senior discount.

Come on, a workout!

I paid for a workout!

Yeah, Tommy!

Come on, Tommy.

Don't be afraid.

Little b*tch.

Oh!

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Stop!

Stop it!

Hey! Hey! Get off him!

Get off him!

Wow! Is he okay?

Whoa, jeez!

What the hell?

Get the doctor!

Hey! I do you a favor,

and you pay me back

with two cracked ribs and a concussion?

Ray is gonna be out for a month!

Hey, Don,

I didn't mean to hurt him.

Yeah?

Well, I got a problem.

Ray was my casino undercard...

but after that show

you put on out there,

you give me an idea.

Ray was gonna fight

this local Indian kid named Billy Marco.

Now, there's no way

that you can beat that Marco,

but if you wale on him

like you just did out there

in the first round,

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