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[crowd whooping]
[camera clicks]
Get up. Raymundo. Get up!
Raymundo.
Get up.
Raymundo. Get up.
Your coffee is ready.
You want me to make you an egg?
[Raymundo sighs]
No, no.
Sleep a little longer.
I have to get up in an hour.
Yeah. Go back to sleep.
[Raymundo exhales]
[wrapper rustling]
[footsteps]
[car honking]
[Charlie] What up, what up?
[Charlie sighs]
-Gracias.
-You ever wonder what woulda happened
if you hadn't been born Mexican?
[siren wails in distance]
You know, we would've known our own dads.
Not have a accent.
Not have to share our bedrooms with four other siblings.
Have our own rooms.
Maybe eat three times a day.
-Man, can you stop it with your pondering?
It's just too early for that shit.
-I work for [indistinct], Jorge.
You don't have to get all uptight about it, eh?
-You wanna hear a deep thought?
We haven't been picked for work in three days.
And our kids are about to starve.
Why don't you ponder that?
[car approaching]
[car beeps]
-Señor. Señor. Señor. [whistles]
[man] I need only four of you, guys.
[muted chatter]
[man speaks in Spanish]
[Charlie] Hey!
I'm okay. I'm good. I just slipped there.
All are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
God said that, bro.
What the hell does that have to do with anything?
[approaching footsteps]
[phone rings]
[door opens]
[song playing in background]
[chatter on TV]
[whistles]
[chatter on TV]
[kisses]
No more meatballs?
No.
How did it go? Anything?
There will be something tomorrow I|m sure.
[sighs]
Do you know who Mario|s hanging out with?
With his friends.
Yeah, but who are they?
Do you know them?
Kids from the neighborhood.
Some are his classmates, I think
[Raymundo sighs]
I don|t like it.
[opens box]
[paper rustling]
Baby. Can you call Mario in.
Dinner is almost ready.
Coming.
Did you hear me, babe?
Yeah. Coming.
[***]
[approaching footsteps]
Mario.
Let's go eat.
-Be there in a minute.
[***]
-See you later, yeah? -Yep. See ya.
-What's with the attitude?
-I don't have an attitude.
You know what your mom made?
Spaghetti, your favorite.
-It's only my favorite because she makes it so much.
It's called an addiction, Dad.
-Yeah. It's a good addiction to have, I guess.
[muted chatter]
[dishes clinking]
[lively chattering]
[approaching footsteps]
[Walter] Hey, Arthur.
-Hey, Walter.
Is it busy out there today?
-Yeah, it is.
Sorry, Arthur. [sighs]
I asked them to wait until Monday,
but you know how it is around here.
I'm sorry.
[receding footsteps]
[***]
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[muted conversations]
-Hey, Joe.
-Arthur.
[rustling]
[Joe clears throat]
-Yeah, Joe, I bet.
You have a good day, now.
[commentary on TV]
[paper rustling]
[commentary on TV]
[***]
[machine whirring]
[phone beeps]
[footsteps]
-Nova Press.
Yeah, this is Lucia.
He did what?
[men speaking in Spanish]
[door closes]
-No, no, you're not.
You're sitting right here until your father gets home.
And no TV either.
I'm gonna make dinner.
[receding footsteps]
-Sixty dollars?
It's fucking highway robbery.
$60 dollars?
With this, we can|t buy shit for Christmas.
[receding footsteps]
[door opens]
It smells good.
[door closes]
What|s going on? Huh?
-[sighs] Mario.
-[approaching footsteps] -[video game playing]
Let|s go.
Mario.
I|m not gonna ask again. Let|s go.
You need some help?
[dog barking]
That's yours?
You did that on your own?
It's good.
-Yeah? -Eh.
Clean it up!
Come on.
[***]
Harder.
Grab it from here. So you can reach higher.
-[whistles] [speaks in Spanish] You good?
-Yeah. I'm cool.
-You know that guy?
-Kinda.
[water splashing]
[paper rustling] [siren]
[sighs]
I|m worried about Mario.
[Raymundo sighs]
He|s gonna be okay.
He|s been hanging out with those kids in the corner.
I asked Ana downstairs and she said they belong to the gang.
The one all tatted up is Rebelde.
She said he|s the leader.
Yeah. I|ve seen him.
Let|s just tell him he can|t hang out with those bums.
How are we gonna keep him from it?
He|s alone half the day.
[Raymundo sighs]
How are we gonna prevent it?
I don|t know.
[rustling]
This puts us at $431.
We|re $69 short on rent and we still have to buy groceries.
What about Christmas?
I wanna get you something for Christmas.
[kisses]
I already have everything I need right here.
We have to get Mario something.
We should just re-wrap last year|s present.
His sneakers.
His toes are nearly sticking out of them.
[Lucia laughs]
I can try and see if they can give me double shifts all week.
And if you land work all five days, we should be okay.
Hmm?
I can get him some toys from Susie.
Those toys are for 5-year-olds.
Not all of them.
[paper rustling]
What|s wrong?
It wasn|t supposed to be like this.
Like what?
Like this. Not having enough for rent every month.
Not knowing if we|ll have enough to buy food afterwards.
Christmas coming and
no money for presents again.
[Raymundo chuckles]
Hey. We|ll figure it out like we always do.
God will provide soon, you|ll see.
But when?
We|ve been saying soon for years now. Soon when?
Soon after we|re both old and gray?
Soon after we can|t even pay for Mario|s community college?
[phone buzzing]
-Hello?
[Marie] Hi, Dad.
-Marie?
[Marie] Yeah. How-- how are you doing?
-Uh, hey.
Um, I was just talking to Uncle Mike about you.
[Marie] How is he?
-He's good. He's, uh-- good, good.
He said, uh. he asked about you.
[Marie] Please say hi to him.
-I'll do just that. Yeah.
[Marie] Dad, I was calling because there's something
I wanna tell you.
Just Joseph and I--
got engaged.
Look, we're gonna have the engagement party
right after Christmas.
I can try to see if Mom would be okay with you coming.
Dad?
-Yeah. Um-- that would be nice.
That would be nice.
-Okay.
[Marie] For me?
-[sucks teeth] Okay. -[phone beeps]
-Mr. Taylor. Please have a seat.
My name is Julia Garner. I'm the general manager here.
Unfortunately, the position has been filled,
but I wanted to personally thank you for coming in.
-Thank you very much.
-Mr. Taylor, hang on.
Why don't you give me a call in a couple of days.
I'll make some calls and see if anyone I know is hiring.
-Thank you.
-We thank you for everything we have.
You know better than anyone that we don|t have a lot,
but for what we do have, we thank you.
Thank you for
this delicious dinner my wife made for us.
Thank you for the health, dear Father.
Bless this food and keep us from harm.
Amen.
[***]
-Here.
There's one more.
[paper rustling]
It's a color box.
We know you love to draw. and you're so talented.
-Color ing box.
Sorry.
-Do you like it?
[song playing in background]
-For us?
Thank you very much.
-Okay. -Okay.
[Lucia] You made this?
-Yeah. In Shop.
-So beautiful.
Look at you. [giggles]
So [kisses] talented.
You see this?
Yeah that's really pretty.
So talented... my son.
[song playing in background]
This one is from your mom.
Wow. That|s so nice.
It's flannel.
[Lucia giggles]
For my wife whom I love with my all my soul.
[paper rustling]
[Lucia giggles]
This is from our first date.
Where did you get this?
It had a tear. I got it fixed.
I can use the frame for it.
-Can I go to my room now?
-What? What do you mean?
It's so early.
-I wanna play a little before bed.
-Let me open yours then, and then you go.
-It's a book.
They made us read it in Spanish and it reminded me of you.
Night.
-We love you.
-Love you, too.
Good night.
Why couldn|t he wait?
He ruined the surprise.
I thought it was a frying pan.
Open it.
[car alarm blaring]
[***]
[trolley wheeling]
[song playing in background]
[bell dings]
[lively chattering]
-You're overqualified.
-What does that mean, exactly?
-Look, it means that, you know, if you--
-I've got two legs.
I can walk around that kitchen back there.
I got two hands, I can flip those burgers.
I speak English.
I can say "How can I help you?" without an accent.
I can definitely provide you with a legal document that says
I'm a citizen of this country.
What about that overqualifies me?
-Well, all of it.
Baja California. That's over there at the border, right?
Bro, bro, bro, do you gotta do that here?
-I keep getting rice in the bottom holes.
It hurts my heels when I walk.
-Why don't you go to thrift shop and buy a new pair?
-Where do you got these?
-That's just sad. -[horn honks]
[Jorge] Two more! Hey!
[Charlie whistles]
[Jorge speaks in Spanish]
[song playing]
-Yeah, you-- what the fuck you looking at?
[song playing]
Hey, what the fuck you looking at?
You got a problem? I'm right here.
[horn honks]
Get the fuck outta here.
[speaks in Spanish]
[song playing in background]
[Wayne] I need two super megas now.
I need them now. Let's go. Move it!
Not next week. Let's go!
How the hell am I gonna serve that?
-Okay. I'll fix it. -[Wayne] No, no, no.
Don't touch it. I got it.
You did enough. Okay?
Move over. I'll do it.
-Yeah, you wanna see me?
-Yeah. This is for the day.
It's not gonna work out.
-It was my first day. I'll pick it up.
-You--you might, but look,
I don't have all year to train you, okay?
So feel free. Thank you.
-So, you're firing me because I'm old?
-No, I'm firing you because you're slow.
And you're a hazard to yourself and others.
-I'm a hazard? -That's right.
Did you not see what happened in that kitchen?
Did you see those burgers?
How the hell am I gonna serve something like that?
You know, look, no offense,
but maybe it's just that your people--
-Oh, so you just stop this motherfucker!
Dammit! Get your fuckin' hands off me, you dirty ass bitch!
Back off!
[Wayne] Are you crazy?
[muted conversations]
-Oh, what, you're back?
Oh. What?
-[car door thuds] -Goddammit!
That's my corner you're standing on there!
That's my corner!
You lazy wetback!
-What the fuck did you say?
[overlapping conversation]
-Go back to where you came from!
-You fucking Black piece of shit!
Get the fuck out of here!
Come on! Pussy!
-Go back to your country!
-My country? This is my fucking country!
-Is that right?
You show me your green card, man.
[overlapping conversation]
-Come here. Suck my green card, motherfucker!
Get the fuck out of here.
-Yeah, you lucky! You lucky!
-[Jorge] Get in the car. -Not the right day!
[Jorge] Get the fuck o[car honks]
-I'm gonna go already!
-Get out of here, you fucking pussy!
That's right!
There you go. There you go.
Keep looking! Keep looking!
Get out of here!
-What?
[key jangling]
[trying to start the car]
[sighs] Shit, shit, shit.
[groans]
[sighs deeply]
[song playing from car stereo]
[birds chirping]
-Your pump full.
-Say what?
-Your pump. Pump for full.
Uh-- gas, gas.
-How much?
-[blowing raspberry] Let's see, for a car like this,
it'll cost you 200.
-Two hundred dollars?
What if I don't have 200 dollars?
-You got 20 dollar?
-Yeah. I got that.
-You can buy bus pass. [laughs]
-This your car?
-Serve and protect, huh? Asshole.
-Hey, I tell you what I do, amigo.
I'll take a part from another car that I'm working on,
and I give to you for 40 dollar, labor included.
-Forty dollars?
-Si .
-Wow.
I-I don't know what to say.
-Today for you, tomorrow for me amigo.
[laughs]
[siren blaring]
[Smith] All right. Break this up.
Everybody go home.
[boy] This is home.
What the fuck you talking about?
[Smith] I said, break it up. You're loitering.
-[scoffs] You don't even know what that word means.
[Smith] All right. Have it your ways.
Hey!
Don't fucking move. -Stop.
-Where you going, Speedy? Huh?
What do we got here?
[Raymundo] Hey, hey, hey. That's my son.
-[Smith] Don't fucking move. -[Raymundo] That's my son.
-On your fucking knees right now.
-That's my son.
-On your knees, bitch. Right now.
-[Raymundo] My son-- -Stop. On your fucking knees.
On your knees.
[Raymundo] That's my kid.
-Put your hands behind your head.
-Just let me get-- get him please.
He's 11 years old, man.
-I got your kid on possession.
Shut the fuck up. Hands behind your head.
[Police officer] Hey, let him go.
It's okay. Come on.
We gotta go.
Come on. We got a code three.
-This man's interfering with my arrest.
-Smith, let's go!
[siren blaring]
Marijuana, are you serious?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I almost got deported because of you.
We break our backs for you.
So you can have the life we never had.
That's why we make sure you have everything you need, Mario.
Do you realize that?
That your mother works two shifts
and I take shifts from everyone out there.
I'm a beggar out there.
But I don't care.
You know why? 'Cause I love you.
That's why.
We really love you.
But you wanna throw it all away, over what?
That bum out there?
For a fucking gangbanger?
Let me tell you something.
He's gonna be there when things get tough?
-How do you know?
-'Cause I'm your father!
That's why! That's how I know!
'Cause I'm your father!
And you have my blood running through your veins, not his.
And I would give life for you.
Go and ask him.
Ask him if he would give his life for you.
But look him straight in the eyes, and ask him that.
We are your family.
And I hope you see that.
[receding footsteps]
[paper rustling]
[dialing mobile phone]
[Marie] Hello?
Dad?
-[phone beeps]
[***]
[siren wails in distance]
[kisses]
-What the fuck?
Man, you got some nerve coming here.
Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass.
-Look, man, I ain't trying to fight you.
This is a street.
-No. This ain't no fuckin' street, all right?
This is our corner.
We come here every day and we wait for work right here.
We've earned the right to be here.
You ain't got that right.
So you get out of here before I kick your fucking ass.
-Man, this is my corner too.
And I-- -This ain't your fucking corner.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey. Okay. -Fuck.
-[Raymundo] Easy. -[Let me go, Ray.o.
You fucking stay out of it.
-Just leave him alone, man. -Stay out of it.
-You don't own this corner, man.
You-- you don't own it. Okay?
-Stay out of it.
Don't push me.
You wanna throw down?
You don't own this corner, man.
Nobody does.
You wanna throw down?
Okay. Come on.
-You stay out of it.
Fuck!
Give me your hand.
What does it take from you?
He has a right to be here.
Remember when we first got here.
-This is not your corner! -[Raymundo] No.
-This is our corner! -[Raymundo] No, it's not.
-This is our corner, Ray!
This is our corner!
It's our corner.
Fucking corner.
[***]
-You want some pastry?
-[train horn blaring] -[train passing]
-You have to use your legs.
There you are.
It's easier that way.
Okay. I get this.
-You're a boxer.
-I was.
-Was?
-Yeah. I got hurt.
Couldn't fight anymore.
So that's why I-- I came here, so my family could eat.
-You got kids?
-One.
-Yeah.
Me too.
How much you usually make a week here?
-Depends on the days we work.
We average a hundred, a hundred and fifty a week,
sometimes more and sometimes nothing, man.
-Oh yeah?
How would you like to make a hundred extra bucks a week?
Boxing?
-No, thanks.
Hey! This guy.
-I could train you.
-You're a trainer?
-I'm a boxer, back in my youth.
-There was boxing back then?
[machine thumping]
-Man, I used to spar with some of the best of them.
Foreman, Ali,
Sugar Ray.
-You sparred with Ali?
-That's right.
sting like a bee. [chuckles]
[machine thumping]
-So, a hundred bucks a week?
-It's more if you win. They're local fights.
A gym around a corner from my house.
They do hold these, um. uh. boxing matches every Friday.
Most of the fighters are amateur,
but there's some mean street fighters in there too.
Those 100 dollar you gonna pay for.
-And what's in it for you?
-I'll take 25 percent.
[spade scraping]
-Fifteen.
-Twenty.
[machine whirring]
[train speeding]
-So, when can we start training?
-Now, son.
We start now.
[fast-paced music plays]
[digging]
-[Raymundo growls] -[Lucia gasps in fear]
[Raymundo chuckles]
You scared me.
Leave it.
Go wash your hands.
I|m so hungry.
It|s ready, love.
Can you call Mario in.
[lively chatter]
[tense music]
-[bell rings] -[crowd cheers and applause]
[punches thrown]
[crowd booing]
[bell rings]
[boxers panting]
[crowd cheers and applause]
-Okay, now listen to me. I want you to take it easy.
This is your first fight.
Don't show him everything you got.
But I don't want you to get pushed around either.
If-- if it's between you and him,
you let him have it.
Now, you're not trained enough yet
but we're gonna get there. Win or lose,
you're gonna take home some money tonight.
-I didn't come here to lose.
-I'm not saying you came here to lose, kid.
I'm saying don't play all your cards at once.
You understand? -I don't play cards--
-Listen to me for a moment.
These guys are dangerous.
Now, we've gotta pace ourselves here.
So, now when you get in there, protect
yourself at all times.
-Okay.
[Arthur] That's the guy they call the Prophet.
But you don't mind him now.
Hey, keep your focus on who you fightin' tonight.
Now, uh, unfortunately, uh,
there's only three weight classes
in here-- small, medium, and large.
-So, what am I?
-You're medium.
I-- I guess they must have run out of mediums.
-[punches thrown] -[crowd booing]
[Raymundo grunts]
[Arthur] Ray!
Open up, Ray.
[man] Come on, big man!
[Raymundo grunting]
[man shouting]
[indistinct shouting]
[Arthur] Open up, Ray.
[indistinct shouting]
-[bell rings] -[crowd booing]
-Ten! 'Til ten.
-I got to get home.
Ah-- Lucia's probably worried by now.
I never come home this late.
-Then what are you waiting for?
Let's go home. Yeah?
-Okay.
Trees are much taller, and they chop them down.
[bell rings]
[Raymundo grunting]
[crowd cheers and applause]
-[Arthur] Yeah. -[crowd applauding]
[Referee] Two, three,
four-- -[Joe] [indistinct].
What was that?
-Just luck, I guess.
-[scoffs] That's your cut.
It's all there.
[tense music]
-Excuse me.
[receding footsteps]
[lively chatter]
Ray, Ray!
Hold up.
Here you go.
All minus 20 percent, as agreed.
It was good fighting, kid.
-[train speeding] -Thank you, Arthur.
[Arthur] Yeah.
-I'll see you tomorrow. I got to go.
-Okay. Go, go, go, go. -Bye.
[door closes]
[gasps] Hi!
Where were you?
I went out with some of the guys from work. Had a drink.
But you don|t drink.
Had one. It was a long week.
[car alarm goes off]
We have enough for rent now.
Where did you get that?
We|re ahead of schedule and the boss was happy.
They paid us a little extra toda
And that?
Got hit with a brick.
Did that brick have a glove on?
What?! No. What?
I told you I wasn|t gonna fight anymore.
I got hurt at work. That|s all.
What do you say I take you both to the movies tomorrow?
I|ll take you and Mario.
We haven|t been to the movies in a while.
I know. That|s why.
Let|s forget all these problems for a little while.
Like before.
[smooches]
Yeah?
Let me see that. Does it hurt?
Not at all.
Does it hurt you?
[both laugh and scream]
[birds chirping]
[traffic humming]
-Dad!
What are you doing here?
Are you-- are you all right?
-Oh. No, no, no, no, no.
I-- I'm fine. I'm fine.
I-- I was just passing by.
I wanna bring you this.
It's still your favorite, isn't it?
-I'm allergic now. [chuckles]
-Oh.
[stutters] I'm sorry. You know,
I can probably still exchange.
-No, no, no, no.
No, you know, it's okay.
Joseph likes pecan.
I will-- -You sure?
-I will tell him it's from you.
Thank you.
Thank you, anyway.
-This your office, huh?
-Yeah.
It's small, but we're just starting.
So, it's okay for now.
-You didn't use Taylor?
-I'm using Joseph's name now.
-When did you get married?
-Over New Year's. [chuckles]
I-- I was gonna tell you, but then
everything happens so fast
and-- Mom was gonna be there. So--
-I understand. I understand.
-I'm sorry we didn't--
-You go back, and do your thing.
I'll talk to you later.
-Hey, Ray. Can the guys and I come to the fight on Friday?
-Wait, wait, wait, wait.
How do you know about that?
-Everybody talkin' about that.
They say you're like lightning fast and shit.
You're like Bruce Lee's favorite drink.
-Yeah? What's his favorite drink?
-Wa-tah!
[dramatic music]
-Lightning Ray. I like that.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
This should fit him.
-[bell rings] -[announcer] And now,
weighin' in at a hundred and eighty-five pounds,
with a record of one win and zero losses,
Lightning Ray Salinas.
[cheers and applause]
-Salinas? Salinas, what the hell?
That's not-- that's not his name.
-Lightning Ray Salinas?
-Yeah. That's your new name.
-Yeah, but-- Salinas is not my last name.
-Eh. Gutierrez sounds more like an accountant's name.
Salinas sounds more like a boxer's, you know?
It sounds legit, tough, corrupt.
Not trustworthy. Come on.
Protect yourself at all times.
-All right, boys. Let's get it on.
[bell rings]
[Charlie whistles]
-Waah! Waah! Waah! [indistinct]!
[booing]
[screaming in excitement]
[audience shouting]
[Jorge] Move, Ray, move.
[Charlie] Come on, [indistinct], you got this.
-[indistinct], hit him with that [indistinct].
-Upper right.
-[bell rings] -[applauding]
Hey. You having fun yet?
-What do you want me to do?
He's runnin' around like a monkey.
-Ah-- monkeys.
You know what monkeys like more than bananas?
-What? -Nuts.
Go nuts in there. Kick his natural ass.
[bell rings]
[cheers and applause]
Jab, Ray! Jab, jab.
[Raymundo grunts]
[man] Come on, Ray. You got this, man.
[Raymundo grunts]
-[echoing] Upper, Ray. Upper, Ray!
[dramatic music plays]
[crickets chirping]
[cheering]
-That's all you got?
-One, two, three.
-Who's next?
-[referee] .five. -I'm the best.
[referee] .six, seven, eight, nine, ten!
-Let's hope I don't have to fight him.
-You trust me, kid,
you don't ever wanna face a man like that.
Ever.
[applauding]
[dramatic music plays]
[door opens and closes]
Went out with your buddies again?
No. We stayed and finished a wall.
What|s wrong?
Mario didn|t come home after school.
I got in an hour ago but he hasn|t been home and he|s not at the corner.
Something|s wrong.
I know it.
-No.
Don|t worry. I|ll go find him.
[car honking]
[bike speeding]
[dog barking]
Hey, man.
Do you know where Rebelde is?
[spits]
-Yeah, he lives on 12th.
-Thanks.
[lively music playing]
[Toony] What's up, homie?
What're you doin' on our block?
-I'm looking for Mario.
-Must be in the wrong neighborhood.
Ain't no Mario here.
-He's eleven years old, about this height, brown hair.
-This guy's talkin' about Little Pelé.
-Little Pelé.
-[indistinct]. What do you want with him?
-None of your business. He's my son.
Can you call him.
-All right.
Hey, Little Pelé.
Your brother's here
looking for you.
He'll be right out.
-What's up, J?
What the fuck you doin' at my pad?
-I just came for my son.
-No, he can't make it right now.
He's busy.
-Just let me talk to him, please?
-Didn't I say he was busy?
-Hey, man. Just do me a favor and
bring him out for me.
Yes? I need my son to come home now.
-Don't work like that, ese.
The little vato leaves when I say he can leave.
Look, you son of a bitch.
You really wanna do this?
-What the fuck you gonna do?
You know who you're talking to?
Yeah, I know you be fightin' down at Mike's.
I respect your hustle and all that.
I even made a little dough off you.
But don't ever think you can come to my motherfuckin' pad
and tell me what to do.
These are my rules, my soldados.
He leaves when I say he can leave.
Your soldados?
Talkin' about my kid, man. He's my son.
He|s no soldier, bitch.
If he's your son, then why the fuck
does he come to my pad every day after school, huh?
'Cause I take care of the little homies.
I know what they need.
They need protection, protection from the streets.
And I get that, too.
Now, get the fuck out of my face before I fuck you up!
-Mario!
[dramatic music]
[speaking in Spanish] Mario.
Come on, son.
Mom|s waiting for us. Let|s go.
Mario, let's go.
I'm your father, Mario. You don't need his permission.
What are you doing, Mario?
You're choosing him over me?
It's me who gives you everything, Mario.
We give you food, we give you shelter, Mario.
What does he give you? Drugs?
That's-- that's what you want? Drugs?
-Nah, it's not about what he wants.
It's what he needs, ese.
-Just let him-- let him decide, okay?
So you think you're a big man now, Mario?
Then choose like a man.
Are you in my corner or his?
[echoing] Mario.
Whose corner are you in, Mario?
[speaking in Spanish]
[tense music]
[grunting]
-[screaming] No! Stop! [indistinct].
Raymond,
Raymundo, Raymundo.
[Indistinct], Raymundo.
-Look at you now, punk.
-[indistinct].
Where|s Mario?
He|s inside.
-What the fuck!
-Lucia.
[dramatic music]
-So I tell them, "Mr. Ali, just to let you know.
I'm allergic to bees, so take it easy on me."
I made the man laugh.
But he still knocked me out.
Oh.
he was so demanding.
-[indistinct]. [laughs]
-He's fast, baby.
What happened?
-From the fight last night.
I'm okay. Let's get back to work.
[train speeding]
[peppy song playing]
-That your family?
[machine whirring]
-That's my wife, Lucia. That's my boy, he's.
he's 11 now.
-You want to tell me about those bruises?
[siren wailing]
I have a daughter, Marie.
She's an attorney, went to Cornell.
one of the best law schools in the country.
She got her own practice now.
married to a good man.
You know what the problem with all that is?
I had nothin' to do with any of it.
I missed my daughter's life.
I was supposed to be the next Sugar Ray,
that's what they used to say. I was winnin'
all the fights and just building up to the pros.
I never made it.
I got lost in the world of women and booze.
I threw away my talent, my money.
and my family, Ray.
After they left me, I went on a betting spree.
Whatever I had left. gone within a year.
I got myself into a 30,000-dollar debt
with some bad people.
I just made the last payment last month.
-Well, that's good. Congratulations.
-Thanks.
[box creaks open]
Prophet wants to fight you, Ray.
[machine whirring]
-Really? Why he wants to fight me?
-You're pissing in his territory.
He wants you out of the picture.
They're talkin' big numbers, Ray.
-How much?
-Fighter's purse is 50 grand.
We have to guarantee half of it.
-Where are we gonna get that kind of money?
-The house will cover it.
If we win, they take their money back plus 20 percent.
-That's a lot of money.
-Yeah.
-And if we lose?
-If we lose,
you're going to end up working for 'em
until we pay it all back.
You understand that, Ray? Think about that.
-Yeah. But we're in this for life if we don't risk it,
we don't have to do it.
I mean, it's worth a shot
having some sort of a better life.
You know, I could get my family out of that place.
Give my kid a fighting chance for a better life.
- With the Prophet, you're risking your life.
-We make 60 dollars a day, man.
If we stay here, we're riskin' not livin'.
-Yeah.
-Why are you doing this, Arthur?
-Because for the first time in a long time,
I believe in something.
-Yeah? What's that?
-You, Ray.
-Bro, party, come on.
Okay. Now, mira!
-Oh, man. Who took my Takis?
-Relax.
-Set it up.
[vocalizing]
[laughing]
[peppy music]
[cheering]
-[indistinct] music, man!
* [indistinct] yes
* Guess who's back again Who's back *
* [indistinct]
* Guess who's back again, Who's back *
* [indistinct]
-Yeah. Go, Ray. [indistinct].
* First to beat ya Heard some words of speech *
* And it hurts When they [indistinct] ya *
-Who can stop you? They can't stop you.
[indistinct].
* The hungry ones and it's fun Just to banish 'em *
That's what I want.
* Heavy weaponry ain't never Gettin' me *
* We never flee from The belly of the enemy *
* No question
* If it's a question
-That's it, that's it.
[indistinct].
They can't take you.
[indistinct] They can't take you.
That's it.
* Yes you can
-There you go! Come on, come on, come on.
[indistinct]. Come on, Ray. -[man 1] Come on, Ray.
[man 2] Hit each other.
[man 1] Come on, Ray.
-[indistinct], Ray.
Southpaw? Where the hell did that come from?
[punches thrown]
[man] Come on, Ray!
[cheering]
[Raymundo speaking in Spanish]
-He fell down like
a sack of potatoes. -What up?
-Where'd this southpaw thing come from?
-It's always been there, man.
-[indistinct].
-Come on, give me your hand.
-[groans] I think I'd rather do construction.
[Raj] Hey, yo Prophet. Hey, yo Prophet.
[rap song playing]
Ray accepted the fight.
-Is that right? [panting]
Good, very good.
-I'll set it up.
[Spanish song playing]
-Yeah!!
[Prophet grunting]
-You're looking good today, Ray. You're looking good.
You're workin' hard, that's all I ask.
You okay?
-Yeah. I'm okay.
-This'll help work it out.
-[sighing] Okay.
[breathing deeply]
-Ray.
to beat the Prophet.
you got to be different than 'im.
-How?
-All these guys around here,
all that hate in their heart, it blinds 'em.
They can only hit what's in front of 'em
'cause that's all they see.
But you gotta see more than that.
You gotta be more than that.
You gotta open your heart and see way beyond
all this hate,
this pain you carry inside, Ray.
You gotta hit all that you want to leave behind.
[punches]
'cause that's the real enemy.
That's how you beat 'em.
That's how you beat 'em all.
Um. I saw these and thought. [sighs]
I thought you should wear somethin' worthy of a champion.
-Oh, Arthur-- you shouldn't, man.
I-- I don't even know what to say.
-You ain't got to say nothin'.
You deserve it.
-Okay. Hey, Arthur, eh.
-What are you gonna do?
Float like a butterfly.
And sting like a bee.
[laughing]
Okay, kid. You um. you get a good night's rest.
-I'm gonna stay five more minutes,
even though I'm freezing.
[Arthur laughs]
Lightning Ray Salinas.
-Gutierrez.
-Salinas!
[chuckles]
[door opens and closes]
[crickets chirping]
[police radio beeps]
[announcement from police radio]
-All right, let's go.
-What are you doing?
-I'm giving you a ride home, that's what I'm doing.
-But I don't live here. -Not my problem.
[engine revving]
[tense music]
-Yo G, check this out.
-What we got here, Shy?
-We got ourselves a little trembling Mara.
-What's that on you, boy?
-What's up, little fellow? We ain't gonna hurt you.
Chill, don't be scared.
-Hey, hey! Hey, he's with me.
-He's with you?
-Yeah, he's with me.
-What you doin' with a little Mara?
-Well, you know, I got him out of that life,
so he just runs some errands for me, that's all.
-Don't be bringin' that trash around here no more.
-Thanks, guys.
-[G] You hear me? -[Arthur] Come on, come on.
Just keep walking, just keep walking.
You're Ray's kid, aren't you?
-Ray? You call him Ray?
-Yeah, Lightning Ray.
[crickets chirping]
Look there.
-What?
-Come here. This spot right here.
[siren wailing]
-What about it?
-Sit down. This is where your dad waits every day
hoping for a pick-up -[traffic humming]
-so he can do a honest day's work.
-I don't ask him to.
-Yeah, I know you don't ask him to.
I didn't ask my dad to lay brick either
but he did it anyway just 'cause he loved me.
Just like your dad loves you. He is tryin'
to give you a chance that he never got.
Look at me.
I'm an old man who threw his whole life away.
You see? You wanna end up like me?
-No. -Good.
Appreciate what your dad is doing for you
before it's too late. Yes?
All right.
You can find your way home from here, right?
All right.
[crickets chirping]
-What the hell is that?
-That? That's your new punchin' bag, man.
If you can punch your way through that,
you can punch your way through anything.
-I mean, I'm Mexican but that's probably gonna hurt
more than hell.
-The guys worked all night on this.
Come on, you wanna let 'em down?
Let me see it, baby. Drop the bag, come on.
Let's go to work. Come on. Come on, Ray, go to work.
Do it right, man. Come on.
-[laughing] -It's a joke, man!
-[laughing] -[indistinct]
[Raymundo speaking in Spanish]
[train horn honking]
Lucia?
[distant blare of sirens]
You|re smoking.
Yeah. I needed a smoke.
But I thought you quit?
Yeah.
Well I thought you quit boxing too?
Or did you?
How can you do this to me?
How can you lie to me like this?
I|m sorry. I couldn|t tell you 'cause I knew you|d get like this.
And how else am I supposed to get?
You almost got killed back in Mexico and you were told not to box again.
What am I supposed to do if you die, huh?!
I|m not gonna die.
This is the last fight. I promise.
This man has killed men in and out of the ring.
I heard all the stories today.
You want to go like this?
You really want to leave me and your son alone?
And for what?
I can get us out of this place.
If I win, I can get us out of this place.
I don|t want to leave this place.
I want to be with my family, with you.
Don|t you see? I don|t care about a bed or a bigger TV
or nice shoes unless it|s with you.
I want to be with my family. I need you.
We are losing our son.
He needs you.
I need you.
I need you here...with me.
Eh, Raymundo? Do you hear me?
I need you here, with us.
Please, baby.
Okay. I|ll call it off.
Okay? I|ll call off the fight.
Okay?
Why?
-Lucia. Shh.
I|ll call it off.
God will help us.
Okay?
I don|t want you to cry.
[hum of traffic]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
[SUV doors open]
-Hey, Papi. [clapping]
Heard you've been training pretty hard for our fight.
Won't do you any good though.
Let me tell you something.
I'll give you 'til the fifth round to put up a good show.
I'll take you out after that.
for good.
[Raymundo breathing heavily]
-[chuckles] Yo, I like this fucking guy.
All right, that's enough, brother.
Let's go. Let's get out of here.
[punch thrown]
Look at me, motherfucker.
That's just a little preview for you.
See you at the fight.
[spits]
Let's go.
[spits]
[SUV doors open and close]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
[sighs]
-Hmm, move.
-Hey, Ray.
-Yeah?
-We all pitched in a thousand dollars.
on you to win.
No pressure. -No.
[whirr of machine]
-So, you wanna tell me
or you want me to find out on the streets?
-Find out what?
-Come on, Ray. I'm old, not stupid.
-I can't fight.
-[sighs] You can't fight, or you won't?
-I'm sorry, Arthur. I.
I'm losing my family.
my kid.
[whirr of machine]
So, how do we do this?
-I don't know, I don't know.
I'll. I'll talk to Joe.
See if we can get out of this in one piece.
-Thank you.
-I'm afraid it's a little too late for that, Arthur.
All the money's in.
If we pull out now, I will lose it all.
I won't lose a dollar for you or your stupid fighter.
So here's my counter.
You go and get my 25Gs.
Let's say, within one hour,
and we'll call it a day.
Oh.
One last thing.
I suggest you go find your pretty boy
and tell him the fight's still on
before I tell the Prophet.
He trained very hard for this fight.
You're a big boy. You know what that means.
Goodbye, Arthur.
Keep an eye on him.
[knocking on door]
[door opens]
[voices on TV]
[door closes]
-What did they say?
-They said no, Ray. You gotta fight.
If you don't fight,
they come after you and your family.
-And they think I'm gonna let them ruin my family?
-What are you gonna do, Ray? Shoot them all?
These people are not playing around.
They kill people for a living.
-No one is gonna come and hurt my family, okay?
They don't know me.
-Look at me, Ray. Look at me.
Take a good look.
This is what a quitter looks like.
I quit on myself, and this is what I am today.
Don't you go and become like me, son.
Don't end up like me.
-You're all alone.
You're right. I won't end up like you.
[melancholic music]
[phone vibrating]
-Marie?
-[Julia] No, Mr. Taylor. This is Julia
from the Rosslyn Hotel.
Yeah, was just calling to discuss
an opportunity that we had.
Thanks.
-Ray, I just want you to know that I have 50 bucks on you.
But I understand about family, heh! Oi.
Family's all we got.
You'll get 'em next time.
-Ten dollars of that 50 was mine, so he only have 40.
[Ezee sighs]
Joe said if you're not fighting,
you gotta make that announcement yourself.
In the ring.
[chuckles]
-Yeah, I'll be there.
-All right.
[door opens and closes]
[phone ringing]
[Julia] I understand that Manager of Operations
was your last position,
but all we have at the moment is Assistant of Special Events.
If it's something that interests you,
we'd love to give it a try.
Mr. Taylor?
[door opens]
-Dad?
What are you doing here? Are you alright?
-I can see you're busy.
-I have some company, yeah.
What's going on with you?
-I came here to give you this.
-What is it?
-It's your wedding gift.
-Thank you.
-I just-- I just wanted to come here and say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I gave up on you and your mother.
Sorry I-- I wasn't a strong man for either one of you.
I know I'm too late now, but I need to tell you,
you are the best thing that ever happened in my life.
And I know I don't deserve for you to forgive me.
But I hope one day you will.
[sobbing]
-Dad!
-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
Anything today?
A couple of guys got picked up but that was it.
Wash up. Dinner is almost ready.
Mario.
Where are you going?
-Away from you.
What|s wrong?
-They say you're afraid to fight him.
Is that true?
-I broke a promise I made to your mom,
and I broke her heart.
-Are you afraid or not?
-Yes, I'm afraid.
I'm afraid; but not of that man or any man.
I'm afraid to fail you, Mario, like my father did.
I'm afraid to not be here when you need me.
I'm afraid to lose you to those streets out there.
But most of all,
you know what I'm--
I'm afraid you're thinking that I'm not a good father to you.
-If you quit, it doesn't matter what I think.
[sighs]
[door opens and closes]
[clatter of dishes]
He|s gonna get over this. You|ll see.
Give him time.
Time|s what we don|t have.
[sighs]
I|m sorry. I wish I could|ve done better for you and him.
Don|t you say that.
It|s the truth.
-No.
You|ve done the best you can with what God has given us.
I|m sorry. Really.
I|m gonna serve us some dinner.
Everything|s going to be okay.
[somber music]
There are men that fight one day and are good,
others fight one year and they're better,
and there are those who fight many years and are very good,
but there are the ones who fight their whole lives
and those are the essential ones.
[dramatic music]
[crowd cheering]
[tense music]
[Jorge] Let's go, Arthur, let's go.
We got you, buddy. We got you.
[Charlie speaking in Spanish]
-Hey, let's go.
Lightning Ray is gonna throw some hands right now. Come on.
-Really? -Yeah, yeah. Come on.
-[crowd cheering] -[hard punches thrown]
-Get out of there!
[crowd cheering]
[Charlie] Come on, Ray!
[hard punches thrown]
[Arthur] Ray, keep your hands up!
Get out of there! Get out of there!
-[Charlie] Come on, come on!
[Arthur] Get out of there!
Get out of there! -[Jorge] Get out of there!
[Charlie] Come on, Ray! Move! Move!
-On the corner!
[Jorge] Ray, throw a jab! All right!
[crowd cheering]
-Ray!
[grunting and groaning]
-Come on, keep your hands up, Ray.
[Arthur] Keep your hands up! Get out of there!
Get out of there. Get out of there, Ray.
Get out of there!
Ray, get out of there.
-[hard punches thrown] -[bell rings]
[crowd cheering]
-All right. Let's go, Ray.
-Come on, Ray. -You got this, Ray.
-Here, come on. Drink some water. Drink some water.
Okay, what are you doing out there?
-I'm boxing, that's what I'm doing.
-No, you're being the doorman.
That's what you're doing.
Quit looking at the door, and concentrate.
-I'm gonna finish him this round.
-Finish him.
He's ready to go.
-He's done.
[breathing heavily]
Fucking dead.
-Hey, Arthur.
I'm sorry for what I said, okay? I didn't mean it.
-Do you really wanna talk about that now?
God, you're a piece of work. We're good, Ray. It's okay.
Don't worry about that right now.
Stay focused. Stay focused.
That man over there could kill you.
Do you understand?
Do not get distracted in there.
Look at me. Do not get distracted in there.
[Charlie] All right, now, Ray. We got this. We got this.
[Jorge] Come on, Ray. You got this.
[grunting and groaning]
[hard punches thrown]
[Arthur] Alright! Alright! Okay!
-[crowd shouting and cheering] -[grunting and groaning]
[Arthur] Come on, Ray!
Yes! Yes!
[hard punches thrown]
[hard punch thrown]
-Look at me, motherfucker!
[crowd shouting and cheering]
[hard punches thrown]
-Ray!
[grunting and groaning]
[breathing heavily]
[thud]
[Lucia] Mi amor!
[echoing gunshot]
[dramatic music]
[echoing flashback]
What the fuck!
-You, Ray.
[dramatic music]
Breathe, Ray! Get up!
Get up, Ray!
-Get up!
I'm in your corner!
Get up, Dad! I'm in your corner!
Get up, come on!
Get up. Raymundo.
-Get up, Dad.
Come on, Dad.
You got this.
Get him!
[referee] Three!
[Mario ] [voice-over] There are men who fight one day,
and they are good.
There are others who fight a year,
and they are better.
There are some who fight many years,
and they are very good.
But there are those.
who fight all of their lives,
those are the essential ones.
[hard punches thrown]
[crowd cheering]
-Yes! Yes! Yes!
[Lucia] Raymundo!
Come on!
[Arthur] Come on!
Raymundo.
Let|s go! Up!
[dramatic music]
[Arthur] [indistinct]
[hard punches thrown]
[crowd cheering]
[hard punches thrown]
[dramatic music]
-Yes!
Come on!
[crowd cheering]
[dramatic music]
[***]
[rolling end credits]
[song playing]
[music fades away]