Real Steel

Hang on, hang on. Come on.

Where are you, Charlie?

More importantly, where is my money?

- You're into me for 30 grand.

- Jack, I'm going to pay you.

This ain't Jack! Lt's Bill Panner.

You owe Jack money, too?

You pay me first!

Bill. We're good, buddy. I got your

money. It's right here in my hand.

Why don't we meet up on the?

- Your phone's going all screwy. Hello?

- I'm losing you.

I can't hear what you're say...

Hey, mister. Is that Ambush?

- Yeah.

- Can we see him?

- You want to see him?

- Yeah.

Give me a minute.

This...

...is Ambush. Wakey, wakey.

- What robot is he fighting?

- Actually he's going to fight...

Whoa, little lady. What are you doing?

Can we get a picture with him?

Sure. For five dollars.

You want five dollars? Seriously?

No, I want five dollars immediately.

Come on, guys.

- All right, I'm kidding. Three bucks.

- Whatever.

- How about $2.50?

- You suck!

It's going to be one

of those towns, huh?

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,

to the 2020 San Leandro County Fair.

Please take your seats. We're almost

ready to get this thing started.

I was told my bot

was fighting an 800-pound steer.

That is not 800 pounds, knucklehead.

Charlie "the Can Do Kid" Kenton. Time

has not been good to you, my friend.

- Ricky, we got a big problem here.

- Slow down there, hoss.

Last time I saw you, you were staring

at the ceiling at the Sam Houston Center

with the taste of my right cross

all over your face.

- Are we good to go here?

- Yeah.

We agreed that my boxer would fight

an 800-pound steer for three grand.

- Am I right?

- Yes, sir. We did.

That bull is like 2,000 pounds.

I'll tell you something.

Your bot don't fight,

you don't get paid! How about that?

Get the hell out of here.

Why don't we make this more interesting.

My bot against your bull, straight up.

- How much?

- Twenty grand, winner takes all.

- Twenty grand. You got 20 grand?

- In a safe in my truck.

All right, Charlie.

Twenty grand it is,

but if you lose and you welch,

I'll come after you and beat you

to within an inch of your life.

You know that I can do that

because I already done done it!

In life you get too close, in the ring

you stand back like a girl. Just shake.

All right. Shake and pow! Just like that

once again. You want to dance again?

Cheer for this guy. Give him some luck.

He needs some luck, y'all.

Don't touch that bull.

Ladies and gentlemen, I got to ask,

do we have any fans

of robot boxing here today?

Now, listen, friends, I understand

we can't all afford to go

all the way over there to Dallas

and pay $300 for one of those

World Robot Boxing League fights.

So, I decided that I would bring

a robot boxing match

right here to our little fair

here in San Leandro.

How about that?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I introduce to you,

Ambush!

Let's do it!

All right, big fella.

He's a big fella, ain't he?

Take a turn.

Let them see how beautiful you are.

Show them some power.

Look at that.

He's getting all kung fu-y on us.

Yeah, big fella.

Ambush's opponent today,

he's last year's runner-up

in the baddest of the bulls competition,

ladies and gentlemen,

Black Thunder!

- Let's get it on!

- Let's get this thing started.

Is that all you got?

Yeah, brother. Bring it on.

Take him, take him.

Ambush lays the smackdown

on that prime beef.

I got more for you, big fella.

We're just getting started.

OK. Jump, now!

Ambush, decks Black Thunder,

but when you mess with the bull,

you're going to get the horns.

You like that. I can tell.

You like that.

Turn around!

Ricky! Ricky, stop this thing!

Come on. We're still in this thing.

Just hop. Hop.

That's it. Come on.

Ricky, enough! Enough!

I can't hear you over the sound

of your robot being destroyed.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Come on, get up.

Get up! Come on!

No!

Come on, no. No, no, no!

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it

for our warriors out here today

at the 2020 San Leandro County Fair.

Thank you for coming out,

and we'll see you next time,

because there will be one.

Give me that leg.

Sure. For five dollars.

Boo-yah!

All right! That was ridonculous fun,

now wasn't it, ladies and gentlemen?

I'm going to come by for my money,

Charlie boy. You best have it.

- Everybody say "hey!"

- Hey!

- Everybody say "ho!"

- Ho!

How about that?

How you doing there, little robot?

My keys, damn it.

One more step

and I'll drop you like your girlfriend.

Charlie, relax.

I'm not paying you. That was a bogus

fight. It cost me my last robot.

- Just listen to us.

- Do you recall Caroline Fallon?

She's my ex-girlfriend. I haven't seen

her in ten years. What does she want?

Nothing. She died.

Do you recall Max Kenton?

He's my son. He's got to be nine.

- Eleven.

- Eleven. OK.

Is he dead, too?

No, he's fine. That's why we're here.

This court is convened

to address the custodial status

of one Max Kenton, age 11.

Mother, Caroline Fallon, deceased.

Father, Charles Kenton.

Debra Fallon Barnes,

you're the boy's aunt.

Yes. As I've already told you,

my husband, Marvin, is wealthy,

and we can more than provide for Max.

I appreciate that, but per Texas

state law, without a written will

next of kin retains custody.

Charles Kenton,

who is aware of this custody hearing,

and we are expecting him...

I need a new robot now.

I had a big fight

for Ambush next Saturday.

I got to show up with something.

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