[ Crickets chirping ]
[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Bell rings ]
[ Crowd cheering ]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen...
You a punk, Lights?
...After 12 rounds of action,
we have a split decision.
For the winner... Don't get near me!
...And the new... I said sit, Dani!
...Heavyweight champion of the world...
Richard "Death Row" Reynolds!
Katie: Daddy!
Daddy!
[ Crickets chirping ]
Daddy!
Daddy! Daddy!
What's wrong, Katie bear?
He hurt you! He hurt you!
No one hurt me.
He wouldn't stop! Mommy was crying!
No. You just had a bad dream.
Don't go! Don't go!
Shh. Calm down.
Please don't go, dad. Calm down.
Everything's okay. No, it's not.
Don't go.
It's okay. Please don't go.
No, it's not!
No, it's not. No one hurt me.
Yes, he did. He hurt you.
Re-Sync & correction by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
[ door opens ]
[ Exhaling sharply ]
[ Door closes ]
What round are we in?
Seventh.
How we doing?
We're winning.
War of attrition.
He got off to a fast start, but he's punched himself out.
You waited.
You waited and you held on, huh?
And now you're moving in for the kill.
[ Grunts ]
Yeah. Yeah.
You worked his body for the last two rounds.
Now you work yourself up the ladder.
Huh? That's it.
Work his head.
Kill the body and the head will fall.
[ Bell rings ]
And Reynolds is saved by the bell.
[ Laughs ]
We should get going. Yeah.
The limo outside?
We're almost there, champ.
I went to the city yesterday. It's electric.
Everyone's talking about the fight.
You're not gonna believe who's sitting ringside.
You get a good night's sleep?
Not bad.
You're gonna sleep well tonight, too.
I got you the Hutton suite.
And the Getty suite for Theresa and the girls.
The girls? They're not coming.
What are you talking about?
Ava had me put aside tickets for half her class.
They don't need to see this.
[ Door opens, closes ]
The dude's been playing Mr. Mom for the past five years.
What, he thinks he's gonna riverdance back into my world?
Take my belt? No.
He's going down. He's going down hard.
Man: Yeah, baby. One.
One round is all D. Row needs. [ Horn honking ]
[ Crowd shouting, camera shutters clicking ]
Take your brother up to the room.
Make him rest. I'll give them some bullshit.
Homeboy look nervous to me, though.
He look nervous.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Fumosa: How you feel, Patrick? You okay?
He says you're only going one round. Save it. Save it.
Save it for the weigh-in.
That man ain't ready. He don't want none of this.
You think your son can win this one? I do. Don't you?
Death Row says that Lights is going down in one round.
What do you say to that?
Does he, now? Well, good for him.
Uh, is he gonna be armed? No.
Nobody takes Patrick down in one round, not even with a bat.
It's been a tough couple of months for your son ...
The indictment, the stabbing, so forth.
Yeah, Johnny. Coming.
Do you think he's ready?
[ Knocking continues ]
Jesus. Relax. I said I'm coming.
Hey, champ.
You ready?
For what?
Boss wants to take you out to dinner.
I got plans.
With your brother?
He'll be joining us there.
Why don't you put on something nice
I'll wait.
[ Opera music playing ]
Relax, champ. You're amongst family here.
Thanks for coming, Lights.
We've been waiting for you.
Man: Hey, champ.
Travis "Poison" Partel.
You here, it means everything, baby.
John Duddy!
Hey, Lights. How's it going, champ?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
What's going on?
I don't know. Looks like a last supper.
What are there, four champs here?
Five, counting you.
Something's up.
Hey, man. How you doing?
Hey. How you been? All right?
Paulie! How are you, buddy?
Theresa: I love you too, little one.
Make sure Ava and Daniella behave themselves, okay?
And don't worry about daddy.
He'll be fine.
Okay, sweetie. Bye-bye.
Theresa?
Oh, Jennifer.
Hi. How are you?
I was just gonna head back downtown.
This training camp celibacy ...
I mean, whose idea was that?
Mind if I join you?
Excuse me.
No.
Of course not.
Look, fellas, we all know what this is.
My last fight was a $2 million purse.
After I paid Barry and his candy-ass son their piece ...
And expenses and fees ...
I took home 92k.
For a championship fight?
I told Barry we were through,
and now I can't even get a fight,
not even in Europe. Man: Right.
This shit has to stop.
Man, we're the superstars of the game.
John, Vivian, Peter, Shemuel.
And now Lights Leary.
We band together, United Boxers,
like Mr. Brennan talks about...
No one can stop us.
Not even the devil himself.
Thank you, Paulie.
Travis.
Gentlemen, every empire rots from within.
At the end, they can only survive
through violence and fear.
Barry Word doesn't know it yet,
but, uh, his empire is about to fall.
I count nine belts in this room.
Champions.
Huh?
Barry Word has no more than one,
maybe two fights left with any of you.
Two nights from tonight,
Patrick Leary is gonna take back the title
that was stolen from him...
Travis: Yeah, Patrick.
Paulie: Get 'em, Lights.
...The heavyweight championship of the world.
That's right.
You join with us, champ, we'd have enough leverage
to knock Barry Word out of the game for good.
Then nobody will have to pay tribute to the don.
Nobody will have to kiss his...ring.
[ Light laughter ]
What do you have to say to us, champ?
I want 10%.
[ Men murmuring ]
You make seven times that every time you fight.
No.
I mean 10% of every fight United Boxers promotes,
off the top, for a boxers' health fund.
If we do this, we should do it right.
In this room,
everyone here knows what it's like to be on top.
But we all know guys
who can't fight anymore ... Or shouldn't.
Guys who had their money stolen.
Guys who can't take care of themselves.
I'm all for making more money, believe me.
But when we do, we should take care of our own.
Every other sport does this.
We should, too.
10% ... for our brothers.
What do you think?
He's six months old.
He's beautiful. Congratulations.
Richie wasn't sure if he'd know how to be a father,
but he's a natural.
How long have you two been together?
Three years.
We just knew.
Do you go to his fights?
I've been to the last six.
But they're over so fast, he barely breaks a sweat.
You know, Patrick and Rich are more evenly matched
than the rest of the pack.
You mean were.
Did you ever see their last fight?
I just know it was a really long time ago.
Your husband still hasn't let it go, has he?
I don't think either of them has.
Oh. All that war talk?
That's just for the press.
Richie won, and then he moved on.
To be honest,
after that scene in my restaurant,
I told Richie he should just walk away.
It wasn't Patrick's best moment.
He hasn't had a lot of good ones lately, has he?
You know, I've been married to a boxer for 18 years.
I've seen a lot of fighters.
Your husband's one of the best.
But so is Patrick.
I said a prayer for both of them today.
You should, too.
Why don't I get this?
Brennan wants to go to war with Barry?
Well, you stay clear.
They need a heavyweight champ if they're gonna make their move.
They can kill each other for all I care.
Right now you focus on one thing and only one thing.
Brennan thinks we're with him.
Well, let him think whatever he wants.
For all we know, those two really are in cahoots.
We don't need this shit ... Not now, not ever.
Drink your water.
Mm. No funny business in there.
We get in and we get out.
[ Applause ]
Announcer: From Bayonne, New Jersey,
the former heavyweight champion of the world,
Patrick "Lights" Leary. [ Cheers and applause ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Man: Lights, look over here. [ Camera shutters clicking ]
Man #2: This way, Lights.
209.
Leary weighs in at 209 pounds. [ Applause ]
And from Coney Island, USA,
the heavyweight champion of the world,
Mr. Untouchable,
Richard "Death Row" Reynolds. [ Cheers and applause ]
225.
Reynolds weighs in at 225 pounds.
Word: Oh. Okay, fellas. [ Cheers and applause ]
You've shown the weight.
Now show the hate.
World War III.
This is it, baby.
All-out war.
The third and final showdown.
No mercy. You hear that? No mercy.
Keep talking, Rich. After the bullshit y'all pulled,
boy, I'm gonna punish you.
You're going down. Oh, no chance.
I'm gonna punish you like you ain't never had before.
My belt. Never was.
You won't steal it this time.
Stole, my ass. Try and take it.
Get ready for a long night.
Word: Whoa, now, fellas. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, now. That's enough now, fellas.
Save that rage for the stage, the mojo for the dojo.
Tomorrow night, as Labor Day comes to a close,
two of the hardest-working men in boxing
will settle it once and for all.
Are there any questions?
Death Row, you've talked about a double standard at work
in this fight.
Would you care to elaborate?
Lights Leary is facing serious criminal allegations ...
Bribery, assault ... I mean, the list goes on.
Now, the man is entitled to his presumption of innocence,
but if our situations were reversed...
We all know it'd be a presumption of guilt.
Man: Preach on, brother.
Champions ... true champions ...
Got a responsibility to the kids who look up to us
to be the best we can be, to lead by example.
Patrick Leary may look the part,
but he ain't no kind of role model.
[ Television turns off, remote clatters ]
Sanctimonious prick.
He has a point.
Think of everything we did to get here.
We did what we had to.
After you win, we'll set everything straight.
I'm gonna let you get some rest.
[ Knock on door ]
I need to talk to Patrick. Prefight protocol.
We're all ears, Barry.
One on one.
Be next door if you need me.
He's a big boy, Johnny.
You enjoying the limelight, Patrick?
It's late. What do you want?
I heard you got all kind of cute
with the Justice League of America last night.
One of your partners in the boxer rebellion
told me all about it.
You have an option on my next fight.
You'll get it.
Ain't gonna be no next fight, champ.
Oh, no?
You were too slow to begin with.
Five years of rust, 20-pound weight disadvantage ...
D. Row's gonna kill you in there.
That's what they said about Morales.
Ah, yes. Javier.
That must have felt like a big win for you.
You don't really think you beat him, do you?
Your friend Hal says he wants to clean up the game.
Why don't you ask him why he made Javier take a dive?
A dive? I knocked him out.
Yeah, yeah, Lights.
You do remember when you fought Javier,
he was on parole?
Turns out two weeks before the big fight,
he had himself a nasty night with a 16-year-old girl.
Hal cleaned up the mess,
paid off the family, down went Morales.
Win some, throw some.
You're telling me this the night before my fight?
Why should I believe you?
I don't care if you do or not.
Either way, you haven't got a chance against D. Row.
But if you think I'm lying...
...Check out the tape.
[ Humming ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Sirens wailing, horns blaring in distance ]
Albert: He's throwing everything at him ...
Lefts, rights, action.
[ Crowd cheering ]
And down goes Morales!
Paige: He's down for the first time ...
...At him ... Lefts, rights, action.
[ Crowd cheering ]
And down goes Morales!
Paige: He's down for the first time in his career.
I don't ...
He's throwing everything at him ...
Lefts, rights, action.
[ Knock on door ]
Sorry. I don't mean to distract you before a fight, but ...
Uh, no, no. I was just thinking about you.
Come in.
You okay?
[ Door closes ]
Uh, oh, yeah.
I know this fight is the last thing you wanted to see.
It doesn't matter. We're here now, so...
I just wanted to say to you...
...Get home safe.
Okay.
Oh, also, I ran into Jennifer last night.
She told me Rich is planning to sing with Jay-Z
at the victory party.
They're underestimating you.
I hope so.
Okay. So, um, I should go.
[ Door opens, closes ]
Theresa, wait.
Robert: Did he get any rest?
He was gone before I woke up.
I think he went for a run.
Well, when he gets back, whatever you do,
don't rub him down.
Make him take a nap, even if you have to sit on him.
I know, pops. I know.
Gentlemen. You're late for the formalities.
Uh, hey, it's all good. Don't worry.
The commission's signed off. Everything's in order.
It is ... For a 20-foot ring.
Our contract calls for 18.
Does D. Row need extra room to run?
Robert: Are you kidding me?
Pulling that crap at a championship fight?
Easy, pops, easy.
This is why we do these little inspections.
Pull it in.
Now.
Shall we move on?
No. We'll wait.
Patrick: I hit a bad run, father.
Things were falling apart.
I wanted to fix things so badly...
I lost sight of everything else.
I've hurt people.
I've broken the law.
And I lied to hide my sins ...
To my family, my wife.
Sounds like you've had a heavy cross to bear.
No excuse.
And worse than everything...
...I put that weight on my daughter.
Made her keep secrets...
And lie for me.
I can't forgive myself.
You love your daughter?
Of course.
I can hear that.
And that you're a good man.
God sees that.
You've confessed your sins.
I'm gonna ask you to say 10 Hail Marys
and 10 Acts of Contrition.
And I want you to know that you have his forgiveness.
He's with you, as he always has been.
Thank you, father.
Good luck. Better you than me.
Son, I want you to remember ... He's gotten very cocky.
When that bell rings, he's gonna come out of the gate
like a bull. I know.
He hasn't had to go more than four rounds
in a long time.
Now, when he comes at you, I want you to cover up.
Protect yourself. Grab him. Hold him.
Do whatever you have to do.
And be patient.
Be calm.
Wait for your moment. It'll come.
Pick your spots, and when you get to round...
Round seven, make my move.
What's wrong?
Remember you were worried after the Morales fight
that something felt off?
Well, I mean, that was just, uh...
Uh, your eye was injured. I didn't know.
That's not the whole story.
It turns out... I didn't beat Morales.
The fight was fixed.
Bullshit. You took him down.
He had to take a dive.
Had to? Listen, that kid's a psycho.
Doesn't matter what he agreed to.
When he gets in the ring, nobody can tell him what to do.
Okay, dad.
Now you listen to me.
I know ... pick my spots.
No, no, no. Something else.
Something we learned from the last time we were here.
We're not gonna let this go to a decision.
This time... These are your judges.
You hear me?
[ Knock on door ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Crowd cheering in distance ]
Showtime.
...And former IBG cruiserweight champion,
Travis "Poison" Partel!
Man: Yeah, Poison! Hey! Whoo!
Please welcome to the ring
former WBA super lightweight champion
"Vicious" Vivian Harris!
[ Cheers and applause ]
And to my right,
the reigning IBG light heavyweight champion...
[ Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Fortunate Son" plays ]
[ Crowd cheering ]
Man: Hey, hey, hey!
Introducing the former IBG heavyweight champion
of the world, Patrick "Lights" Leary!
♪ Some folks are born made to wave the flag ♪
♪ ooh, they're red, white, and blue ♪
♪ and when the band plays "hail to the chief" ♪
♪ ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord ♪
♪ it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no senator's son, son ♪
Lights, I know that Barry ... Get the hell away from my son.
♪ It ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no fortunate one, no ♪
♪ some folks are born, silver spoon in hand ♪
♪ Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all ♪
Come on, dad.
♪ But when the taxman comes to the door ♪
♪ Lord, the house look like a rummage sale, yeah ♪
[ Ominous music plays ]
Announcer: Now making his way to the ring,
the IBG heavyweight champion of the world,
Mr. Untouchable, Richard "Death Row" Reynolds.
[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Music continues ]
Clear the ring, please.
[ Bell rings ]
Fighters, come to the middle, please.
Gentlemen, we went over the rules earlier.
I want to remind you
that the three-knockdown rule is in effect.
And please protect yourselves at all times.
Now touch gloves and go back to your corner.
Get it up, old man.
[ Crowd cheering ]
Okay. Let's get this over with quick.
Take this sucker out.
Slow and steady.
Your pace, not his.
Hey. This is it.
[ Bell rings ]
Box! Albert: There's the bell.
And Reynolds not wasting any time here!
All right! Come on!
Come on, Patrick!
Come on! Hey! No holding!
Box!
[ Crowd cheering ]
Lights under constant attack here at the outset.
Now Lights tries to tie Reynolds up.
The ref moves in quickly.
Man: Come on, ref! Let 'em fight! No holding!
Box!
[ Crowd shouting ]
Tie him up. Tie him up.
Man: Come on, Lights!
Box!
Man: Yeah!
Albert: What a barrage by Death Row Reynolds,
and what a terrible start for Lights Leary.
Again Leary tries to tie him up.
Come on! Get off of there!
Come on!
[ Crowd booing ]
Hey! Come on!
Come on!
Hey, I said no holding! That's a warning!
Now, box!
Reynolds couldn't have drawn this start up any better.
And there's the best punch thus far by Lights.
Farhood: Steve, Lights is known for his heart.
He needs every ounce of it right now.
[ Crowd cheering ] Whoa!
Come on, old man. Get up, old man!
[ Crowd cheering ]
Get up.
[ Crowd cheering ]
1...
2... Fumosa: Hey.
3...4... Look, you don't quit.
5... You don't quit, Lights.
6... Come on.
7...
8... Come on, Patrick.
9... Man: Get up, Patrick! Get up! Come on, buddy!
[ Crowd cheering ] You can do it! Attaboy!
You okay to continue?
Okay.
Box!
Albert: Now Reynolds just picks up where he left off,
pounding Lights. Relentless fury.
Man: Wrap him up!
And a forearm by Reynolds. That's illegal.
Time! Time!
Neutral corner. Neutral corner.
I warned you.
Hey! What's going on, ref?!
That's bullshit!
Let's box!
Albert: Again it's Reynolds sizing up the situation.
Continues to be one-sided.
That's a knockdown. Neutral corner.
Slip! What are you looking at?! Robert: That was a slip, ref!
1... I slipped.
2...
3... Slip!
The ref rules that a knockdown.
It's a mandatory 8-count.
6...
7... Barry's got the ref.
8. You okay to continue?
Farhood: Lights is in trouble here.
The three-knockdown rule is in effect.
One more knockdown this round, and the fight is over.
Oh, Reynolds all over Lights Leary.
What a whack with the right hand.
He traps Lights in his own corner,
landing shots, one after another.
Lights is defenseless.
Death Row gunning for that promised first-round knockout.
Will he get it?
[ Bell rings ] No!
[ Crowd cheering ]
Welcome back to my world, bitch.
Water. Water him down. Water him down.
Smelling salts. Smelling salts.
Quick! Come on!
You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
At this point, *** round,
and you'd have to say Leary is completely overmatched.
You want me to stop it?
I want to fight.
You're looking good. Come on.
Okay, baby. Do your thing.
You're doing good. Come on.
You got to get rid of this guy this round.
They don't pay you for overtime.
Robert: Take control. Surprise him.
All right?
You got to wake up, pal. Let's go.
You in or out?
In. Man: Come on, Lights.
Man #2: He's in. He's in.
Focus on that body. Go get him. That's it.
Jennifer: Whoo! You got him, baby!
Love you!
I love you!
[ Bell rings ]
Albert: Round 2 begins where the first left off.
Farhood: He's trying to finish him off, Steve.
Lights on the ropes.
Oh!
Johnny: Come on, Pat! Get off the ropes!
And Lights is staggered. Oh!
Lights out of nowhere comes back with a right!
Yes! That's it! And he stuns Reynolds!
Lights may have been playing possum, Steve. A veteran move.
Man: Nice shot!
Man #2: Keep your guard up!
Albert: Lights trying to get back into this fight!
The two champions in brutal exchanges now!
Yes! Dad, get him. Get him. Get him. Get him.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
[ Crowd cheering ]
The ref is letting Reynolds tie him up.
Farhood: Reynolds slowing down. He started so fast.
Gave so much in the first round,
he may not have anything left in the tank, Steve.
Wild exchanges. Oh!
No knockdown. No knockdown.
Hey!
You got to watch. You're pushing.
No pushing.
Go to the neutral corner. Neutral corner!
Let's box!
[ Crowd cheering ]
Lights fighting his heart out.
What a rally by Lights Leary.
[ Crowd cheering ]
Neutral corner. Neutral corner.
Get off the ropes!
In the neutral corner there.
You all right to continue?
Albert: The referee is not ruling it a knockdown.
Box!
Crowd: [ Chanting ] Bullshit! Bullshit!
Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
What a brawl!
Farhood: Can these fighters keep up the pace?
[ Bell rings ]
And after the bell, a late hit by Reynolds.
And now a counterpunch by Leary.
And both camps charging into the ring.
It's mayhem, pandemonium, chaos!
Hey, Steve, it's officially a war now.
There you go. Now it's a fight.
All right. Now you got his attention.
That was your round.
Take a breather. Take a breather.
Look, this man blew his whole load.
You've been waiting five years for this.
I gave that round to Lights.
20 bucks. 50.
You're on.
How's the eye?
Check the other guy.
Son of a bitch.
Use your jab, bust that eye wide open,
and let's get out of here.
That's right. Just like he said, jump on him.
Don't give him a break. Look at him.
He's finished over there.
Tell the doctor this fight does not stop.
[ Crowd cheering ]
Robert: He's weak.
You've weakened him. You hurt him.
Now, he's gonna come after that eye.
He's gonna use the jab.
When he throws the jab, he's gonna drop the right.
When he drops the right, you clock him, okay?
Breathe.
You've got him.
Crucify that mother.
Let's go.
[ Crowd cheering ]
Woman: Come on, Lights!
[ Bell rings ]
Round 3 of a spectacular fight.
It's been nonstop action from the opening bell.
Johnny: That's it, Lights. Size him up.
Yeah! [ Crowd cheering ]
Farhood: The momentum is all Leary's, Steve.
Body shots, rib shots.
What a barrage by Reynolds.
Great timing shot by Lights.
[ Grunting ]
Farhood: This is the rope-a-dope,
and it's working, Steve.
Lights is blocking almost all the shots.
Let's see if it eventually tires Reynolds out.
That all you got, Rich?
Huh? That all you have?
[ Crowd cheering ]
A hard left hook to the chin drops Reynolds
and stuns this crowd!
[ Crowd cheering ]
Where's the count, ref? Johnny: Start the count!
1...2...
3...
4...5...
Albert: Reynolds has reopened that cut above Patrick's eye.
Farhood: It was a problem for Lights
in the first fight, Steve.
Box!
Time! Time!
Time out!
The ref has stopped the fight!
Let's take a look at that eye.
What? He's signaling for the doctor ...
For Lights, not Reynolds.
Gonna check the eye!
Time out. Come on. [ Crowd booing ]
Referee Hinkamp works a lot of fights for IBG
and Barry Word.
Having a bad night here.
Follow.
Can you see?
He's fine.
Sir! It's high up.
The bastard wants a stop issue. You got to take him out now!
Hinkamp: Come on!
Albert: The fight doc gives Lights the okay.
He's also given Reynolds a 30-second rest.
Johnny: He's yours!
Neutral corner! Neutral corner! [ Crowd cheering ]
Albert: Reynolds is down, and he is hurt!
Farhood: His mouthpiece is out, too, Steve.
2...
3...
4...
5... Man: Come on, Row! Dig deep, baby! Dig deep!
6...
Remind you of anything?
Farhood: Mike Tyson in Tokyo.
8.
You all right to continue?
Take a walk towards me.
All right.
Oh, my goodness. Reynolds is totally disoriented.
You gonna stop this fight?
[ Crowd cheering ]
Man: No mercy! No mercy!
That's it!
Albert: The fight is over!
Leary wins! Leary wins!
Patrick "Lights" Leary
is the new heavyweight champion of the world!
Farhood: Amazing.
♪ Some folks are born made to wave the flag ♪
♪ ooh, they're red, white, and blue ♪
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, you did it! I knew you could!
♪ Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord ♪
♪ it ain't me ♪ All right. I'm so proud of you.
♪ It ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no senator's son, son ♪
♪ it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no fortunate one, no ♪
♪ some folks are born, silver spoon in hand ♪
♪ Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all ♪
♪ but when the taxman comes to the door ♪
♪ Lord, the house look like a rummage sale, yeah ♪
♪ it ain't me ♪ What took you so long?
♪ It ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no ♪
♪ it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no fortunate one ♪ Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,
at 1:57 of the third round,
the winner by way of knockout
and new heavyweight champion of the world,
Patrick "Lights" Leary! [ Crowd cheering ]
♪ Hey ♪
♪ some folks inherit star-spangled eyes... ♪
Reynolds was a warrior, no question.
But my dad said with the cut, I had to take him out.
So when I had the chance, I did.
Congratulations, champ.
After all the turmoil, how does it feel to be back on top?
Sorry?
How do you feel?
Unbelievable, Steve.
I just want to thank everyone who stuck with me, you know?
Congratulations, champ.
That was a great fight. Great fight!
The man hasn't lost a step, Steve.
Not a step.
And I couldn't be happier for Patrick
and his wonderful family.
♪ It ain't me ♪
♪ it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no ♪
♪ it ain't me... ♪
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[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Buzzing, clicking continue ]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
Theresa: Patrick?
There you are.
Everyone's waiting.
Everyone?
For your press conference.
Right.
Theresa?
What?
Who won?
[ Crowd cheering in distance ]
Here's our champ.
Our champ, Barry? Really?
The king is dead. Long live the king.
Word: Ladies and gentlemen...
Patrick "Lights" Leary. [ Cheers and applause ]
The heavyweight champion of the world!
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Camera shutters clicking ]
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