Subtitles by explosiveskull
Some guys like chasing women.
Some guys are all about the drink.
Some like to laugh it up with the boys all night.
And some guys like to brawl.
Some guys, they like all that shit.
Me, I'm one of those guys.
Big fucker punching me
is what they call an up-and-comer.
The world will know him as the guy
who sold the hamburger grill on TV.
His name is George Foreman
and he'd hit like a ton of bricks
falling off a rooftop right on your head.
The motivational speaker was Al Braverman.
He didn't know the meaning of sugarcoating.
But I gotta say, I wouldn't step in the ring
if I didn't know Al wasn't gonna be in my corner.
You're fucking blowing it, you understand? Blowing it.
Keep your fucking mitts up.
Use them to block the punches instead of your fucking face.
I can beat this guy, Al.
I was the toughest kid in Bayonne.
No one wanted to go two rounds with me,
especially in a smoker.
They loved watching us kids fight.
I was a hardheaded Polish kid.
I didn't take shit from anyone.
You really knocked his block off.
Thanks.
This kid stole my bike once.
I made sure he didn't take anything ever again.
So where does a kid go who loves to fight?
Where else?
The Marines.
I was a brawler.
And the Marines? They liked brawlers.
After the Marines,
I figured I'd come home and get a regular job.
Problem was I ain't any good at regular jobs.
How's the fights going?
Going good at home.
I'm coming up in a couple of weeks.
Don't forget me.
I want ringside tickets.
Yeah, anything for you, Joe.
This dirty motherfucker owes us money.
When I catch him,
I'm gonna wring his fucking neck.
Let's rock 'n' roll.
Let's go take care of this piece of shit right now.
See, back then, anyone who could throw a decent punch
in Bayonne went to work for the Mob.
Where's my money, douchebag?
Where's my fucking money?
- I don't have it. - Are you fucking kidding me?
One of my favorite side jobs was collecting
for a mobster named Joey G.
Welching on Joey G. was a real bad move.
He was hands-down
the scariest mobster in New York.
That guy would gouge out your eye over a nickel.
Joey, Joey, please, let me explain.
Look at me.
The last fucking thing you'll be looking at.
There we go.
The Mob was a mean to an end.
Something to pay the bills.
But I knew I didn't want to get mixed up
in that crazy shit.
So I went back to what I did best.
Get that motherfucker! Come here.
Get in. Fucking...
You fucking...
Next time, I'll fucking burn you,
you motherfucker.
I'll rip your fucking ears off!
But finally I settled in to what I did best.
What I was meant to do.
I went to the only place in the world
that made sense to me.
Sometimes, life ain't fair.
All Foreman did for three months straight
was train for this fight.
Me, I raised my kids.
Worked two jobs.
Get your head out of your ass.
Stop throwing wild punches.
Use your strength.
You gotta do defense like we talked about.
Defense? Fuck that.
I gotta knock him out.
Hello.
All right, I'm up. I'm up.
The only thing harder than being a fighter
is being married to one.
They feel the pain of every loss,
but they don't get the high of a win.
After Liston, I was invincible.
Are you okay?
Daddy's okay, honey. Go get ready for school.
- You don't look okay. - I'm fine.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
Hey, get up.
Mom made you breakfast, remember?
Would you look at that? Jesus fucking Christ.
He got you good.
Does it hurt?
- Yeah, what are you gonna do? - What are you gonna do?
I must be late for work.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?
You're really gonna go to work right now?
- Are you joking me? - Look at this dump.
It's not big enough for all of us.
It's not a dump. You need to lay down
and you need to heal up.
- Stop. - I need to pay the bills.
That's what I need to do.
But what about the fight and the money?
That was, like, a really big fight, right?
After expenses, it goes fast.
Yeah, I know that.
So why do you do it, then?
You never win.
What's the point?
To look like shit?
No, I don't get it. I actually don't get it anymore.
- Phyllis. - I don't... What?
- I'm sorry. - This is what I do.
Do something else.
You're the one who married a fighter.
Yeah, so what do you think about Chuck?
- You think he's got a chance? - Of course. He's tough.
Of course he's got a chance.
- He's real tough. - Very tough.
Sonny Liston
was the meanest heavyweight champion
who ever lived.
He was also the toughest.
He was the champ till a kid named Muhammad Ali
took away his title.
- Jesus Christ! - Oh, my god!
- Come on, Chuck. - Are you serious?
I should've known this was going to be a bloodbath.
Liston was knocking the shit out
of sparring partners left and right for weeks
leading up to the fight.
I hope his wife ain't watching this.
Donnie, he's... Okay, call.
We gotta stop this. Come on.
Hey, we gotta stop this fight!
Donnie, he's dying right now, look.
No, they're gonna kill him! You guys need to stop this!
I can knock this guy out, Al.
Look, if you keep your b-heading, you gotta block.
This guy's going right for your face.
He's chewing you up.
I got you.
- Keep on it. - I'm fine. I'm good.
How many fingers do I have?
How many guesses do I get?
Can you even see?
I can see. I'm fine. I can fight.
We're gonna have to stop the fight.
- What? - Al, I'm stopping this fight.
Don't stop this fight.
It's over. That's it, it's over.
- I'm stopping the fight. - Stop the fight.
You don't realize
how banged up you are in the ring.
It's after that you feel it.
I was banged up bad.
Broke my cheekbone. Shattered my eye socket.
Tore me up for 72 stitches.
He got me good.
- Stable? - Heart rate's good.
Blood pressure is good.
- You look like shit. - Aw, thanks, doc.
This big guy. Come on, give me three.
That's what I'm talking about. Kiss me, big guy.
Hey, we got a good nickname for your daddy.
We're gonna call him Zipperhead from now on.
You know, when I was watching that fight,
I saw my husband getting the shit kicked out of him,
and living alone without you in my life.
It's not... It's not normal.
Phyllis, what do you want me to do?
I, I don't really want you to fight anymore.
I was knocking fighters out left and right.
I had a glimpse of failure which lit a fire in me.
I knew one day I'd have to leave boxing,
but I was gonna go out swinging.
You know, this kid could be champ?
Could be the White Hope.
- No, no, no. - No?
Don't get ahead of yourself. No.
He's too easy to hit, you know?
I fought my way all the way into the top ten.
I started getting noticed by all the right people.
I was about to be thrown into the fight of my life.
And my mom found out before me.
Oh, my god.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the story we're about to see is true.
The names have been changed...
Hello?
Chuckie, did you see the newspaper?
No.
You're fighting Muhammad Ali for the title.
I couldn't believe it.
Ali? Mom, Mom, that's... That's great.
God, I'm so proud of you, honey.
Al Braverman got me a title shot.
This is what I wanted my entire life.
Fuck, yeah!
Guys like me never got a chance like this
and I was gonna make damn sure I didn't blow it.
- Ten-ounce gloves. - 22' ring?
22'.
All right, good, make sure it's 22'
- 'cause I'm gonna be dancing. - Yeah, I know.
What you doing eavesdropping on us?
I'm not eavesdropping on you.
I'm just waiting for Al to do his business.
You and Don are really giving me
a great opportunity here and I really am thankful.
Stop flattering me, sucker.
There's a nice waiting room for you downstairs.
All right, thank you, champ.
- Good seeing you, Angelo. - All right, you too, Chuck.
You are in trouble.
Hey, you're in trouble.
What you talking about, Coach? I'm the prettiest man alive.
Take care of this.
Man, what you talking about, coach?
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
I'm champ of the world.
- Ring size? - 22'.
20'.
22', Al.
Don King told me you already agreed to 20'.
We've been training in 20'.
My guy likes 22'.
What, he's coming to dance or... or to fight?
Look, he's coming to fight.
If Don wants 20', 20'.
Glove size?
- Eight ounces. - Ten.
Eight ounces.
You might want an extra two ounces.
My guy hits pretty hard.
Nice.
Come on, move your feet more. Let's go!
Yeah, he looks great.
Get in there! Get in there!
Beautiful! Beautiful, champ!
Right. Time!
Come on! You gotta work that off.
- You look tired. - I'm not tired.
- You're not tired? - Nobody tired.
Ain't nobody tired. I'm ready to go.
Hey, Al, did we get everything?
Everything we hoped for.
Al, what about ring size? Glove size?
24' ring. 10-ounce gloves.
24' ring?
How'd you get Angelo Dundee to agree to a 24' ring?
I lied.
This fight was gonna be different.
I was gonna make a big enough payday
to be able to train full-time.
Believe it or not, the Ali fight was the first one
I ever got to train for full-time.
All right, back-to-back training.
Let him dance. He wants to dance.
He wants to be a butterfly, let him be a butterfly.
Don't try to go for the knockout.
It's never gonna happen.
- Come on! Come on! - He's too fast.
His reach is too far.
- All right, Al. - Body shot.
- You're all right? - I'm all right.
For the first time in my life, I was ready.
I was ready for Ali,
and I was gonna show the world I belonged on this stage.
Jesus Christ, keep your hands up!
That's it.
Come on, dish.
Finish with the left hook.
Keep your hands up, Chuck!
Put it up there.
When you throw your left, you're always...
you're dropping your right.
Don't drop your right
'cause you throw your left and then you're open.
You're open, right?
So every time you throw that left,
make sure you're keeping this here and then salute.
Go back. You strike back but salute.
I want you to salute.
Every time you throw a punch, salute.
Like you're saluting.
Keep that hand up
because I can't hit you that way.
Are you preparing for Wepner?
Well, I plan on bringing a mop to the ring
so I can soak up all that blood he's gonna spill on me.
Cassius, uh, Cassius...
Ain't nobody answering your question, man.
It's Muhammad Ali.
- Get this guy out of here. - You gotta go.
Ali wasn't nervous.
He should've been, but he wasn't.
He was always playing it cool.
He ain't got no chance. I'm the greatest of all time.
I'm the prettiest. He can't possibly beat me.
See, Ali thought
he was gonna mop the floor up with me.
He was out there eating. Gaining weight.
He thought it was gonna be a cakewalk,
but I knew different.
That's it.
Always finish strong, baby, with the left, yes.
You got it. Finish off with the left hook.
I want to see that double left hook.
You know, they're calling you the, the Bleeder.
My brother, Donnie.
Stupid fucking name.
As many times as I get punched in the head,
I still couldn't be as stupid as that guy.
Hey, you're a 40-to-1 underdog.
Maybe I should place a bet.
As long as you bet on me, Donnie.
Man, you look nervous.
You never been on national TV?
No, I never have, but I'm, I'm doing all right.
I just, you know, maybe just a little...
Ah, well, don't worry about it.
Man, you ain't got nothing to worry about.
Piece of cake. Done it a hundred times.
Thanks, champ. I'll do my best.
All right, now, when we get out on that stage,
now, I'm gonna need you to call me nigger.
Come on, now, don't act
like you ain't never said it before.
I'm gonna need you to call me a nigger.
I don't... I don't think that's a good idea.
- I mean, I... - Chuck, we gotta give the press
something to holler about, all right?
I don't want you to be boring.
Get with the program, now. Come on.
Let's do it for TV.
Do it for Don King. Do it for Great White America.
Don't be a big disappointment, Chuck.
It's good for business. Come on, sucker.
I mean, I, uh... Oh, all right, all right.
- It's going to be like that. - Let's do it for business.
How you doing, Chuck?
I'm doing well, Angelo. How are you?
Very good, thanks.
You know, this guy wants me to, you know, say the...
the N-word, you know, on stage,
but I don't know if that's a very good idea, you know.
Do what the champ tells you.
If he told you to, would you do it?
Yeah.
Chuck, are you nervous? You're looking good.
What, are you kidding me? You think I'm nervous?
I get punched in the face for a living, all right.
Hey, checking on the dress.
What's going on, Chuck? What's going on, bud?
- Oh, I'm doing well, Don. - Okay, all right.
Good, good, good.
Hey, look, give a good show out there, all right?
All right.
All right, don't fucking shuffle me, now.
I'll beat the fucking shit out, boy.
I'll break both your legs.
You'll be crawling out the studio, okay, boy?
Come on, I thought you were over that jazz, Don.
Yeah, no, no.
- You have a great show, okay? - I will.
Yeah, we don't get along too good.
I heard about him.
Uh, he's a white fella, you know,
he don't care too much about colored people.
Yeah, I... I heard he called you Cassius Clay.
No, he called me something else.
You ain't heard what he said last week.
He called me a nigger.
Huh, I guess this is going to be a real fight.
I, you know, I did not say that. I did not say that.
It's on the record to be straight
that I did not say that.
Here he is, uh, the challenger.
Mr. Chuck Wepner, welcome to the show.
Thanks, it's good to be here.
Oh, okay, it's gonna be like that.
Okay, so, uh, is there any truth that you said
- any of these terrible things? - Absolutely not.
- Yeah, he said it. He said it. - Not at all. I did not say that.
He said it just to show his name.
Hey, listen, you're trying to be in my interview.
This is my after one interview talks.
- Equal opportunity. - You're boring.
- Oh, I'm boring.
Nobody wants to hear you talk.
Yeah, take your jacket off
because everyone's gonna see how fat you are on the camera.
Oh, you wanna do this now?
Is that what we're doing?
Guys, sit down. Sit down.
Fellas, let's play nice.
- Keep talking. - Let's play nice.
All right, all right, I'm here any time you want it.
- Have a seat. - All right, here we go.
Yeah, we're friends here, right?
Tell me a little bit more about yourself.
Uh, I was, uh, born and raised in Bayonne, New Jersey.
I'm a Golden Gloves champion.
Champ, come on.
A little respect to this guy.
Can we get a chance to talk
'cause I thought they want to know.
He knocked out a lot of guys that knocked you out.
Hey, I've never been knocked out.
I've been cut. Never knocked out.
This guy, I'm gonna knock him out.
That's right, no, you will... you will try.
You will get your chance.
Oh, I'm gonna be there. You better be there.
- No, you're gonna be there. - I'm gonna be there.
I'm gonna whip the floor...
I'm gonna wipe the floor with you.
I'm gonna wipe the ring with you.
Ain't no way in the world you're gonna whip me.
Hey, who's that silky bastard?
- What, are you kidding me? - Time!
Sorry, Al. I'm on the cover of Sports Illustrated.
I got another cover for you.
You spread-eagle on the canvas, knocked out by Ali
because you didn't train for the fight.
Because you're here entertaining your idiot brother
when you should be jumping rope.
He's contending for the heavyweight championship
of the world and you're coming
and putting this shit into his head!
You need to learn how to protect my brother.
He's in the... in the ring getting beat up.
Can you teach him how to move?
You're distracting my fucking fighter!
Not my job. Maybe you should learn to protect my...
Donnie, I don't like it when you're here.
You want a new trainer?
No, no, Al, I'm sorry.
Then get that fucking moron out of here.
Get out of here, Donnie! I'm sorry, Al.
You know, he's my brother.
Good, get on the ropes. Three minutes now!
This is the heavyweight championship of the world.
You're not gonna go in there and knock him out.
This is Muhammad fucking Ali.
You're gonna hit body shots.
You gotta concentrate on his, on his weaknesses.
And he doesn't have any.
I'm taking this seriously, Al.
I know it's a different kind of fight for me.
Yeah, that means no drinking,
no drugging, no fucking around.
I have a responsibility to be a leader
and so do you, Don King.
That's right.
That's why I take this serious.
It's not all about fun and games
if you see me on TV laughing
and cracking jokes with Howard Cosell.
He gets paid to laugh and crack jokes.
I get paid to help my people out.
You know, I'm not going to be a politician for this country
because this country hadn't done nothing for black folks,
never did nothing for black folks.
All they did was take us from our land.
Why would I go over there to the Viet Cong
and kill all those people?
They ain't never did nothing to us.
No, you're right.
You the ones... You the ones that lynched us.
You the ones that robbed us.
You the ones that went over to, to Africa
where we was kings and queens and you took us from over there
and you brought us over here for 400 years of slavery
and now you want me to sit here and act like I love y'all?
No, I do not love y'all. I will not fight for you.
I will help my black people out.
It's always gonna be black people first.
I'm sorry, but that's just the way it's gonna be.
- You're right. We gotta fight. - It's true, baby.
We gotta fight for, for our rights
because that's what we deserve.
We deserve to be kings and queens.
That's right, champ. You're right.
Maybe someday there will be a black president.
- Who knows? - Oh, yeah.
Maybe because I only helped this poor white boy
out in this fight and they see that we can help them out.
Amen to that.
You know what, champ?
You're the smartest fighter I know.
Well, let's try to keep it that way.
All right, all right.
Now, we are all here for the world
heavyweight championship
between Muhammad Ali and the contender, Chuck Wepner.
Currently ranked eighth in the world
and they call him the Great White Hope.
That's it?
- Here. - This is the one.
We're here at the Cleveland Coliseum
for the weigh-in of the heavyweight championship
between the champion Muhammad Ali and Chuck Wepner.
- Muhammad Ali... - Yeah, I'm fat.
You heard all about that? How fat I am?
- All right... - Don't touch me.
Don't touch me. Now, you've been wigging...
You've been jawing me for a long time, now.
One of these days,
I'm gonna take that toupee off of your forehead.
All right, all right, let's... let's weigh him.
I'm on the scale. I'm on the scale.
All right.
- 227. - That is the official weight
- of Muhammad... - I, I am boxing.
He's not fighting the challenger.
He's challenging boxing.
He's challenging one 227 pounds.
- Man, I'm sorry, man. - That is six pounds heavier
than when Ali fought George Foreman.
Man, there's too much soul in here.
Everybody thinks that the training,
the time in, that that's the hardest part.
223-and-a-half.
You're too light. You're lightweight.
- And you're too heavy. - That ain't enough for me.
You need to eat some more cookies.
But really, it's the quiet before fight night.
It's those hours when you're thinking
about everything that led up to this.
It's about spending time with the people you love
and praying you don't let them down.
Why? You worried about me?
Of course, I'm worried about you.
I mean, you know he's got way more experience
than you and you know that.
He knocked Sonny Liston
out in one round, baby, one round.
And what did Sonny do to you, hmm?
He broke your fucking face in half.
I think I can beat Ali.
I know you can.
Baby, I got you something.
Hey, darling. How are you?
Hey, how you doing? Good to see you.
Good to see you, too.
- Champ, good luck on the fight. - I'm going to.
How you doing, champ?
How you feeling, baby? How you feeling, baby?
Come on, man, I'm the champ.
- You know how I feel. - Yeah, I know, baby, I know.
So it's gonna be... It's gonna be a great fight.
I just can't wait for this one.
Well, that's the way it should be.
You know what I'm saying?
You're gonna give everybody a good show.
Ain't nobody worried
about nothing in this room right here.
Absolutely, champ. You're all good.
All right, Angelo, just make sure you don't be uptight.
This was the biggest fight of my life,
where fate would decide if I became a legend...
or just another kid from Bayonne who life kicks the shit out of.
The champ is here.
Boo for me.
All right, let's go.
Round one.
The bell sounds and here we go.
Wepner comes bouncing across the ring
and looks as though he wants to be aggressive right away.
Ali known for slow starts,
circling ever so patent to the left.
He'll try and convert early, it looks like.
Come on. Now wipe this honky, Clay.
Let's not forget one thing.
- You're a bunch of turncoats. - Ali's a smart...
- Turncoats. - But he does put on a display.
Wepner will look slow and awkward
because he is slow and awkward
but he does seem to be hanging on.
There we go.
It looks like Tony Perez has warned the lead
about hitting behind the head.
Ali cruises himself around.
Took him on a flight before this round's over.
Ali's hands are a little quick.
Yeah, he can counter so fast
that it makes it difficult for Wepner.
This is a heavyweight championship fight
slated for 15 rounds.
You had that one. Come on, baby.
Can Ali knock out this man?
Many people say no.
The exhausted factor as they go to round nine.
Ali slips a punch to his left.
Oh, a vicious shot to the ribs of Muhammad Ali.
And what a surprise.
Chuck Wepner gets to the body of Muhammad Ali.
Let's see what happened here. We're gonna count.
Six, seven, and now a minute into the eight count.
Yeah! Yeah!
You see that? You see that? You see him? You see Chuck?
Ali's gonna have to get off his haunches...
I couldn't believe it. Ali fell.
For a second, I thought, "If it bleeds,
I could kill it and maybe this guy
isn't as invincible as he says he is.
We got him! We got him! We got him! We got him!
Start the car, Al. We're gonna be rich.
I thought that for a second and then...
Then he got back up.
Ali has horsed around and horsed around
and was warned by his corner not to do that.
Muhammad Ali went down
from a vicious right hand thrown by Wepner.
Ali is agitated.
He thinks this is for real.
Nobody worried about that, chump.
You're the champ of the world. He's nobody.
I know.
Do like what we worked on, okay? Defense.
Use your defense. Keep your mitts up.
Use the body shots.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
It looks like Wepner's in trouble now.
He's staggering.
Ali goes to work with the right hand.
Wepner's in trouble.
Ali throws another right hand right to the eye.
There's a left hook. Another left hook. Misses.
Wepner continues to come on.
Ali's final 30-second flurry
won't win him the round, though.
What a great round of boxing.
He's in trouble.
He's in big trouble.
Ali's not tired. Wepner is tired.
Ali has scored many more points.
Come on, bro!
I'm surprised knockdown so far has been the scoring.
That's my husband right there.
Great uppercut by Ali.
Wepner wants Ali so bad he can taste it,
but he doesn't have the ability to do it.
Ali does have the God-given ability.
Ali looked awkward that time.
Wepner has his hands up and says,
"Is that the best you can do?"
Wepner's a tough kid, there's no doubt about it.
I have a tremendous respect for the courage of this man.
Ali has no respect for his ability.
Ali wants the knockout.
He wants to knock him out so bad.
Ali trying to keep him in punching distance now
which tells me he wants to finish this thing right now.
Ali crosses with a right to the dome
and tapped the head of Wepner.
Ali definitely wants to finish.
There's a great combination.
Wepner's ready to go.
He's ready to go. Ali comes on.
Wepner is staggering.
He's on his feet right now.
There's the combination. Ali has his man in trouble.
Oh!
I knew it was too good to be true.
Come on, baby. Get up. Get up. You got it.
Wepner attempting to hang on viciously.
Wepner is out on his feet.
A right hand off a left hook.
Chuck Wepner, the count is up.
Four, five, six...
- Ah, get up! Get up! - ...seven, eight.
The referee stops the fight.
It will be scored as a technical knockout.
Muhammad Ali retains the heavyweight championship.
In that moment right there,
I knew that fight with Ali didn't end up in a loss.
See, people from all over knew that a nobody from Bayonne
went the distance with the champ
and that meant more to me than anything.
I'd gone 15 rounds with the champion of the world.
I wasn't a nobody now.
I was a somebody.
Should I go to his room or is he coming here?
Very funny.
You fought your ass off.
You really did.
It looks great on you, by the way.
Who cares?
So you're gonna be a movie star?
A movie star?
He's too ugly to be a movie star.
Very funny, Donnie.
It was kind of funny.
No, no, no. Leave, leave Chuckie alone.
Chuckie, tell me what it's all about.
What's it all about? You?
Well, you know, they say
it's based on my fight with Ali,
but, you know, it's not me.
Some, some actor's playing the role.
Yeah, but it's some star nobody knows.
Some "Stallone-y" or something like that
- that's playing the role. - Ah.
"Stallone-y?" "Stallone-y" baloney.
Fighting Ali was nothing
compared to what was coming my way.
One night, I get this call
from some movie producer in Hollywood.
He starts telling me that they just made a movie
about a boxer who I was the inspiration for.
It was a small movie with an unknown actor in it.
I didn't really care.
I was just flattered that they even called.
But it turned out that movie wasn't so small after all.
In case you don't know what I'm talking about,
I'm talking about Rocky.
It was amazing. The movie was great.
I did.
Who could've thought my story would be so interesting?
I know.
Of course it is.
Hey, yo, Rocky.
Yo, yo, Chuckie, how you doing?
- Look who it is, man. - Doing good.
The real Rocky. Here he is.
This is my wife, Phyllis.
- Hey, Phyllis, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Chuck, good, thank you for coming out.
- I appreciate it very much. - Thank you for having me.
Well, you know what, you know,
Chuck is the inspiration for this.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, Chuck, it's the truth.
You know, I want to say something.
You know, watching you fight Ali, you know,
I always had Rocky in mind but watching you fight
just gave me that little, you know, push.
Well, uh, whatever I could do to help.
Are you kidding me? Thanks, Chuck.
- Thanks for coming. - Thank you for having us.
- It was a pleasure meeting you. - Thanks for coming.
Hey, you guys have a good night, okay?
Let's go to Peter Luger's.
- Really? - Yeah, why not?
- Do we have time? - Yeah, we got time.
Okay.
I couldn't believe how packed the theater was.
Yeah, he's got a pretty good movie, huh?
Yeah, he does because of you.
And the winner is Rocky.
In true fashion like a great fighter,
Rocky knocked out the competition
and took home Best Picture.
In the end, it won three Oscars.
No, it won't happen again.
I have a fucking policy
where people that are fucking consistently late
get fucking fired.
You're fired.
Get your shit and get the fuck out now.
Get out of my fucking club now!
Hey, John.
- Hey, how's it going? - Hey!
Hey, Rocky!
Everybody in Jersey knew
I was the guy that inspired Rocky.
I was like a celebrity going to all these parties
and nobody threw a party like Artie Stock.
He runs the whole Boardwalk.
If you need anything, you just ask, all right?
You want some booze or some girls?
Anything else?
I want you guys to have a good time, okay?
Well, we got booze.
Let's see some girls.
Hey, Roger!
You are Chuck Wepner.
Yo, that's Amy and that's Sandy.
You like brunettes? Or redheads?
I like all women.
This was the life I dreamed about.
As a kid, I never thought in a million years
that I'd be living it up like this.
Yeah, I heard about this cocaine shit.
Now it was right in front of me.
So what did I do?
I shoved that shit right up my nose and I loved it.
It made me feel like a fucking superhuman.
Whoa!
This blow could rock the size of a fucking, uh, pornographer.
Oh, yeah.
You're a fighter.
You gotta fight two or three times a year.
There's a lot of guys out there
that you could be making money with.
And he deserves more money!
'Cause you know why?
Because he's one of the best there is, man!
He got Muhammad Ali down on the canvas!
And if it wasn't for the referee counting so goddamn slow
on purpose, he would've been the champion of the world!
And, to me, he definitely is.
I know who you are.
You're the guy who knocked out Ali.
Where's your brother?
How would I know where my brother is?
I'm, I'm sure he's training or something.
Ain't it kind of late to be training?
He could be anywhere. He's out there.
I told you I'd go look for him.
So 'cause he's popular right now,
I don't get to know where he is?
Where the fuck is my husband?
I ain't fucking around anymore.
If you don't tell me right now, both of you guys
get the fuck out of my house.
Why don't you take this shit up with your husband
and leave me the fuck alone, all right?
You guys are both fucking bullshit.
- Tsk, unreal. - Fucking problem
'cause you stick your nose into every fucking problem,
and you created this fucking crazy bitch.
What the... What's your problem?
You want to blame me?
Blame your fucking brother.
Fuck this shit. Aye, fucking A.
You gotta slow down with the chasing the skirts.
Come on, Donnie, don't go and Quaker on me,
you fucking square.
The fuck are you talking about?
You, you didn't have to deal with her shit
and my girl's shit last night. I did.
Well, that's your problem right there, Donnie.
Your girl's got your impact.
I ain't got problems, bro. You got problems.
I want you to be fucking serious
for one time in your whole fucking life.
Do me a favor.
Just be a little more fucking discreet, will you?
- Here. - Thank you.
All right, what about number 26?
Uh...
- Theodore Roosevelt. - Yes.
I think you're gonna ace this one.
What do you guys want to drink?
Hello?
Hey, baby.
Do you know what time it is?
Sorry. I know it's late.
I won tonight, though.
Where are you?
Uh, a hotel in North Bergen.
I didn't want to drive home. I wasn't feeling so good.
Well, then you should be home, Chuck.
I'm pretty tired.
Good night, honey.
I was in a constant rotation of fighting, fucking,
and doing blow.
Life after Rocky was like an endless night out.
Thank you, baby.
Nah, it's just I always get shit at home.
Everyone's always busting my balls.
My brother. Phyllis.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my kids, but...
I don't want to break your balls, Chuckie.
I just want to do drugs and fuck you all night long.
Well, cheers to the groupies.
Boxers don't have groupies.
Rock stars have groupies.
You ain't no fucking rock star.
I'll fuck you like you're Jimmy Page,
but you ain't Jimmy Page.
It was a crazy ride.
But like all good things, it had to come to an end.
Where have you been?
Out.
Where'd you get that shirt?
I bought it at a store.
I've never seen that shirt before.
Where you've been shopping?
When did you go shopping?
I don't know, I went the other day.
I bought some clothes.
The other day? You... Oh, when you were training?
You're fucking drunk. Give me that.
You don't need to be drinking anymore.
What, now you get to tell me what I can drink and not drink?
- That's what... - I've never told you what to do.
'Cause now, 'cause now you're stuck with a fucking ball
and motherfucking chain
that's gonna make your motherfucking life
a living motherfucking hell.
You know what, you need to shut the fuck up
- and we need to go sleep. - No, I won't shut the fuck up.
We can talk about this tomorrow.
- You go to sleep. - You're fucking all riled up.
You're fucking insane right now.
You've never been correct.
Then why'd you marry me?
I was young?
You were beautiful. You were nice to me.
You think you're nice to me now? Are you nice to me?
Is this nice? Coming home to this?
I mean, it would be nice to come home
and maybe, get, like, a fucking hug.
You know, maybe give me...
give me a fucking kiss when I come home.
I did like you, but you smell like shit.
'Cause I was at a fucking nightclub!
You came home to what?
Me sitting there waiting for you?
Can we go to sleep and talk about this in the morning?
What the fuck, Phyllis?
You're fucking poison.
You fucking piece of shit!
- Close the fucking door! - Kids, come on down!
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up and stop fucking waking them up!
Shut the fuck up and stop waking up our kids.
You're going crazy in the middle of the fucking night.
I'm not going crazy. I'm very calm.
So fucking what if I fucking broke things?
- I'm fucking pissed... - Shut the fuck up!
- Yeah? - Shut the fuck up!
- Yeah, fucking tell me! - Shut the fuck up!
You want to pack a bag? Then fucking pack a bag!
They're already all packed up, up there!
- They're all waiting. - Shut the fuck up.
- Fuck... - Fucking...
Do it.
- Do it. Do it. - Fuck you.
- Chuck Wepner fucking knocked... - Fuck you.
Fuck you.
You know, maybe you could wear that for me
every once in awhile.
You know, in fact, maybe if I came home
and you were wearing that
instead of fucking screaming at me.
Sure.
- I'll put this on for you. - Put it on for me.
And now what?
I'm gonna still motherfucking walk away.
- You want to walk away from me? - I don't give a fuck about you
and your fucking stupid assnasty blue fucking...
Sweetie, please.
- Sweetie. - Can we just lie down?
- Sweetie. - You look so beautiful.
I think we got off on the wrong foot.
Come on.
Did we get off on the wrong foot?
I'm sorry. I love you so much.
I love you so much, Chuck.
I'm sorry if I fucked this up.
You broke my fucking heart.
My fucking heart is shattered.
You ruined me.
You ruined our marriage.
But you won't ruin my life.
You ruined your own life.
I'm going to sleep.
I am so disappointed in you.
Okay.
This hurt more than any jab.
I'd rather let Ali beat the shit out of me for another 15 rounds
than have to see the looks on my kids' faces
as their mother packed their bags.
All right, kids, come on, let's go.
I'll walk you to the car.
Bye, Daddy.
All right, Ron, be careful.
Bags and everything, okay?
- Phyllis. - What?
Phyllis, you don't have to do this.
You did this!
You don't care. I don't care. You don't care.
It doesn't matter.
Phyllis.
Phyllis, please.
Don't worry, bro.
She'll be back.
I don't think so.
You know what your problem is?
You're too hardheaded.
It's exactly why she left you.
You don't fucking listen and you never have self-control.
Never.
Do me a favor, Don.
Anything for you, bro.
Shut the fuck up, will you?
I need to get back to work.
I need to get my mind off
those taillights driving away from the house.
The only thing that could get my mind right was a match.
To hear those crowds again.
So how do you follow up a fight
against the most famous boxer who ever lived?
Holy shit.
Well, yeah, the guy's big, but he's slow as shit.
If you're me, you fight the largest wrestler
in the world at Shea Stadium.
He body slams you, we get the money and we go home.
Then it's back to real fighting.
There's no way in hell
I'm letting that fat fuck body slam me.
He can throw me through the ropes
or something, but that's it.
I'll talk to Vince.
No, you don't talk to him.
You tell him that's how it's gonna be, Al.
All right, already. Take it easy, Chuck.
Now, look at the difference in their size.
Wepner is a big man,
a big man by any stretch of the imagination.
232 pounds, I believe.
But a midget compared to Andre the Giant.
Andre's not gonna be able to move in the ring
against Chuck Wepner.
Pounding away to the kidney now.
Andre has him, but doesn't know what to do with him.
The ref should get in there and break it up by all rights.
Oh, baby!
See, you don't know the true meaning of rock-bottom
till an overweight,
enormous European guy picks you up
like a baby and throws you around.
I was broke with no family and getting tossed around
like a piece of trash.
Got any more of this, baby?
Nah, that's it...
I couldn't help feeling like I deserved it.
No more party favors, no more party.
I was just about ready to tap out.
Give me a Scotch and soda.
You're cut off.
Just give me, like, a soda with Scotch, then.
Then she walked into my life.
Come on.
I'll take two waters.
Take it easy, slugger.
You get kicked out of here, you don't get back in.
I'm Chuck.
I know who you are.
I'm Linda.
Linda.
I swear, she was sent from heaven.
That woman came into my life just when I needed her most.
You know, I think we're going to be friends
for a long time, Linda.
- Oh, do you? - Yeah.
- Cheers to friends. - Cheers to friends.
- Do you like steak? - I love steak.
Yeah, it's pretty tasty. With, like, béarnaise sauce.
I don't know, I just like salt on it and stuff like that.
You only like salt.
- This is me. - Oh, is it?
Well, I, uh, I had a great time. I really needed this.
Me, too.
- Good night, Linda. - All right, good night.
Okay.
While guys like me were trying their best
to crawl out of the bottom, guys like Stallone?
They never left the top.
When will you make another movie?
When am I making another movie? I'm making one right now.
I'm making Rocky II. What, you wanna be in it, huh?
- You want to be in it? - Yes.
You want to be in it? All right, I'll put you in it.
I want to be Rocky when I grow up.
Wait a minute. Wait, hey.
You want to be Rocky? What about me?
What about your dad?
Okay, you want to be Rocky? Okay, you got it, all right?
Listen, do me a favor.
Daddy gotta make a phone call.
Just be quiet for a couple of minutes
- and we'll play, okay? - Okay.
All right, play with your horse.
I'd gone 15 rounds with the champion of the world.
I wasn't a nobody...
Hey, Chuck, how you doing? It's Sly Stallone.
Sly, how you doing, man?
Congrats on all the success.
Hey, man, thanks a lot, Chuck. I appreciate it.
Look, Chuck, you know,
I got this role in mind for you in Rocky II, okay?
It's this experienced fighter.
His name is Chink Weber and, you know, he spars with Rocky.
Chink Weber?
It sounds a lot like my name.
Yeah, yeah, it's kind of the point, Chuck.
It was written for you.
Look, all you gotta do is come in, audition,
and the part's yours, okay?
- Seriously? - Yeah, come on, Chuck.
You belong in Rocky II. I wrote this for you.
- I'll be there. - My secretary will...
Sometimes those guys at the top
throw a guy like me a line.
This was my fucking line
and I was gonna try my best not to fuck it up.
Rocky II.
This was a night to celebrate.
I had inspired Rocky
and now I was gonna be in Rocky.
I was more excited about this role
than any of my fights.
I was going to be a famous actor.
Ah, it's okay. It's okay, sweetie.
- Fucking, yeah. - Can I come?
Yeah, you can all come to fucking Hollywood.
I'll open up a fucking club out there.
Hey, Chuck, before we go, let's get breakfast.
You want breakfast?
- Afternoon. - What time is it?
I got a fucking watch.
Hey, champ, man.
What's up?
I think that train you're supposed to catch at 7:45?
Yeah?
I think you missed it.
Oh, shit.
Your boy's late, Sly.
Yeah, I know.
So who's next?
Roy, get that.
- Hey. - Stallone.
- Hey. - You're late.
Look, we don't do late here, Chuck.
Yeah, hey, Chuck. Listen.
- Hey, how you doing? - Hey.
- You feeling okay? - Yeah, yeah, it's good.
I just had a crazy night.
Yeah, I know, it happens to the best of us.
Listen, Chuck.
What we're gonna do is we're just gonna have you read it
from the script a little bit
before we offer you the role, okay?
- All right, sounds good. - All right, good.
So listen, why don't you, um, turn to page five,
and, um, when you're ready.
Uh...
- really excited about this. - Take a deep breath.
You can do this. Come on. Here we go.
Uh...
Uh, Chink Weber says, um,
"You are fighting all over..."
Wait, wait, wait, Chuck, Chuck,
you, uh, you don't have to read the character's name.
You just...
Just read the lines.
- Oh, sorry. - It's all right.
- That was my first time. - First time, I understand.
It's all right. Now, from the top.
All right, uh...
"You are fighting all over the place, Rock."
"Yeah, I know, Chink."
"You know, I don't think I'm ready for this fight."
"You gotta have some heat... hea... heart."
- Sorry, sorry, man. - Take your... Chuck.
You looked at these lines before, right?
Yeah, a little bit, yeah.
Well, you got nothing to worry about.
Come on, man, Chuck, I wrote this part for you.
You can do this.
- All right, sorry. - Yeah.
"Come on, Rock.
You gotta have some fucking heart out there."
Read the lines on the page, please.
Hey, I can read, asshole.
- This guy. - Asshole?
- Do you know who I am? - Excuse me?
Do you know who you're talking to?
The guy who gets Stallone's coffee.
I produce motion pictures for Sylvester Stallone.
You come in here
and you disrespect everything we do in this business.
Get your act together, read the lines,
and do me a fucking favor, all right?
Don't come in here fucking around
and read off the goddamn script!
I'm gonna knock this guy's fucking teeth out.
Hey, hey, hey, Chuck, Chuck, Chuck.
This is that amateur hour with this guy, Sly.
Arthur, one minute here. Hold on, Chuck.
This isn't no bars in Bayonne here.
Come on, man, I gave you an opportunity
to come in here. This guy... This is a Hollywood guy.
You gotta do this in a different way.
It's a different animal. Robert put him here for me.
You gotta make amends here. Apologize to this guy.
I ain't apologizing to this asshole.
Chuck, you gotta do me a favor.
You gotta apologize to him.
I gotta work with this guy.
- Sorry, sorry. - No, not to me, to him.
I brought you down here. Come on.
Sorry.
Okay?
Yeah, Chuck, lis... Listen.
I'll, I'll meet you... Wait outside.
All right, I'll be right outside.
We'll do it again, all right?
It's a good read, Chuck.
- You're a very good actor. - Yeah.
- Very good. - Thank you.
That was an embarrassment, Sly.
Arthur, I tried to give him a shot, okay?
I tried to help him.
Hello?
Hey, Chuck, how's it going?
Fine, I guess. Uh, who is this?
I'm with Rocky II.
Hey, look, I'm sorry, Chuck, they're cutting out your part.
We're taking Chink Weber out of the script.
I'm sorry, it's just the audition didn't go well
and the part wasn't really fitting with the script.
Hey, Arthur from the studio said he would like to speak to you.
Chuck, we feel bad for you. We really do.
In all walks of life, you lose, my friend.
You come this close to the prize and drop the ball every time.
Winners win and losers lose, my friend.
So if you do want a job, though,
you can always start at the bottom, like I did,
and maybe get Stallone his coffee.
Well, Chuck, the usual as always,
go fuck yourself.
Oh, fuck!
I already knew this was coming
but just like a right cross to the jaw,
you see it but it still hurts when it lands.
Hello?
It's, uh, it's Chuck.
Hey, Chuck, how are you?
It's kind of late, huh?
Yeah, sorry about that. I, um...
can't sleep.
Mm.
I auditioned for Rocky II today.
Oh.
I didn't know they were making a sequel.
Yeah, Stallone wanted me in it but I, uh...
I blew it.
Yeah, well, take comfort in knowing if it wasn't for you,
there wouldn't be a Rocky.
Hey, you want to, uh, you know, go to dinner or something?
Yes, I would.
Now, go to bed, Chuck.
All right, goodbye, Linda.
Bye.
- Whoo! Nice one. - Yeah, see what I can do here.
Mm.
What's going on with Rocky II?
Stallone hasn't been returning my calls.
Oh. I wouldn't worry.
I mean, those big Hollywood actors
can get so busy.
How do you do that?
Do what?
Make me feel better about everything that's going on.
I don't know.
I just call it like I see it.
Ha.
Oh! Not that one.
Here's your check.
- Oh, thank you. - Oh, nice.
You're welcome.
Let's split it.
No, no, I... I insist.
- Let me get it. - No.
I felt like a prick.
I fought the greatest boxer of all time,
got one of the most legendary films of all time
based off me, and I didn't have a penny to show for it.
Turns out I don't really have any money, though.
I don't like you anymore.
Well, I still like you.
Well, I'll just be your friend.
What are you doing with your life?
Bro, your wife left you.
You screwed up the biggest fucking audition
of your life with Sylvester Stallone.
What are you doing with your life now?
What am I doing with my life?
Yeah, what are you doing with your life, huh?
You're so special?
You're an ironworker from New Jersey, Donnie.
All right, I'm Chuck Wepner. People know me.
People respect me.
Nobody knows who Donnie Wepner is
and you know what?
Nobody cares.
You know...
my wife knows me.
My kids know me.
And that's all that matters to me.
Yeah, that is that all that matters to you
but you know what?
But not to me, Donnie.
I'm gonna be somebody.
Hey! Hey! Then be a good father.
Be a good husband to your wife
and stop blowing alimony money on,
on booze and cocaine and girls.
What?
I am a good father, all right? My kids love me.
They know that I love them because I fucking tell them.
And me and Phyllis are better off now
than we've ever been.
So stop telling me how to live my life
and how to run my family.
In fact, why don't you just get the hell out of here?
'Cause you know I'm right?
No, because you're a jerk who I can't be around right now,
so just get the fuck out!
I'm the jerk?
You're the one out there fighting wrestlers
and I'm the jerk.
The whole world's laughing at you like a clown
and I'm the jerk.
I think you're just a Bayonne jackass.
Fuck you!
You don't talk to me anymore.
You don't tell me how to live my life.
You don't tell me how to run my family.
You don't talk to anyone about me.
You pretend I don't exist because you know what?
To me, you no longer exist.
Fine.
I'm out of here, you fuck.
Yeah, get the fuck out of here, Donnie.
Get the fuck out of here.
Blow it out. Blow it out. Blow!
Come on, push it, Chuckie!
Push it!
Give it your all. That's it? That's all you got?
Push it, Chuckie!
A little more.
Time!
How do you feel?
- Chuckie? - What's up, Al?
You ever think about hanging up the gloves?
Retiring?
No.
I think you should.
You really think it's that time?
You're overdue.
But you had a hell of a ride.
A lot better than most guys with your skill set.
You should be proud of yourself.
Better you get out while you still got all your marbles.
You're doing the right thing.
What's it like?
You know, to...
to stop fighting?
I felt relieved. Most guys do.
No, you're doing the right thing.
It was a great ride, huh, Al?
Yeah, kid.
I was hanging up the gloves
but I still needed cash. And I won't lie to you.
I missed the action.
I was presented with the... an opportunity.
- What kind of opportunity? - A fight.
Well, I mean, uh, I'm not really fighting, but...
You ever been to the circus?
- Yeah, I've been to the circus. - Like, a big circus?
Where they got, like, animals and shit?
The one, you know, that come around with the...
Yeah, well, they got, like, uh, bears at the circus.
Big fucking trained bears that could, like,
walk on balls and shit and do tricks
and fucking, yeah.
And kids love them.
Anyway, this guy comes into the club
and he says he wants to put on, like, a fucking exhibition.
He's trying to set up a fight.
With a bear?
Yeah, with a bear.
You want me to fight a bear?
Would you fight a bear?
I mean, like, if want to say no, I'd completely understand.
It is kind of a fucking crazy question, I know, but...
How much money you, uh, you get to fight a bear?
I haven't negotiated with him,
but you'd get a set fee for the fight,
and then I would give you a piece of the door.
Man, that's a pretty good fucking deal, man.
What do you say?
I believe in you, Chuck.
I think you can kick the bear's ass.
- You think I can beat a bear? - Yeah.
I think you would kick his ass all over the place.
Come on!
Fight the fucking bear, Chuck!
People paid the money!
Come on, you fucking bear!
Hit him in the fucking balls!
Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!
Victor's trainer finally stopped the fight,
so I guess I won.
My last fight was a victory against Victor the Bear.
The fight with the bear was good for laughs,
but now it was time to party.
Coke for the weekend.
I, I'm having a big party.
I, I need to really excite my guests.
Come on, man.
I'm not really a drug dealer or anything.
Really, it's, it's a lot of money.
You just get me as much as you can.
I trust you.
You know, Artie tells me great things about you and I...
You know, I know you from the past.
Get it to me by Friday?
I'll get you the blow by Friday.
By Friday?
I'll get you the coke by Friday. Jesus.
So Roger needed some coke
and I knew where to get it.
No problem. My connect could take care of that.
Step out of the car!
Get the fuck out of the car!
Get out.
What's going on, officer?
Hands up against the wall.
What do we got? What do we got? What do we got?
- I got a gun. - We got a gun!
- Another gun. - We got another gun.
- It's registered. - That's nice.
- Hard candy. We got candy. - Let me get it.
Ah, look at this. Hot, it looks to me.
Come on.
Tilt to the side.
Get in.
I made an error in judgment. Uh, a mistake.
I let down my friends, my family, my fans,
and most importantly, my community.
And for that, I truly am sorry.
This is a drug case
and violence and drugs often go together.
You have indeed committed a serious offense.
Drugs kill, Mr. Wepner.
So violence is always inherent,
and I believe it's inherent in you.
You're hereby remanded to the custody
of the State Department of Corrections
to serve a prison term of ten years.
Six-by-eight and a top bunk.
That's all the room I had to think about
for the next ten years.
They got me locked up here with a celebrity.
Ah, I'm not that famous.
Hey, what do you mean? You fought Ali.
I bet you got one of those big old houses and everything.
No.
All this for trying to look like a big shot
that can score some dope for a bunch of assholes
who couldn't care less about me.
Yeah, prison beat me up
worse than any fighter could have.
I'd failed.
I'd finally become the man
I thought I fought so hard to avoid.
I was exactly where a thug from Bayonne should be.
Locked up.
You know, Stallone based Rocky off me.
Well, at least that's what he said in the papers.
You know Stallone?
I auditioned for Rocky II.
He's a cool guy.
Wow.
Damn, you gotta be making bank from these movies.
It was bad apples.
You know, sometimes you eat good apples...
Just like out of some bizarre dream, there he was.
You make a lot of money, huh?
Well, you know, a little bit here and there.
How much? How much, man?
- Come on, man, I don't know. - Come on.
It cost me a lot of money.
No fucking way.
Hey, Chuck.
What are you doing here?
I'm doing time. What are you doing here?
Doing time?
Oh, go hard.
I'm doing a prison movie, Chuck. It's called Lock Up.
Hey, you guys, come here, come here.
You see this guy here?
This guy was the inspiration for Rocky.
Yeah, him.
Yeah, this guy right here.
Hey, guys, you gotta do me a favor.
You gotta take care of this guy, okay?
- We'll take care of him. - All right, thanks, Sly.
Hey, listen, Chuck, it was good seeing you.
I got to get back to work. It was good seeing you all.
I'll probably...
Maybe I'll see you all, I'm sure.
You guys, make sure.
I'm telling you, this is... This guy's the real guy.
- All right, Sly. - Good seeing you.
All right, Chuck.
- All right, I'll see you, okay? - All right, Sly.
Take care, guys. See you around.
Seeing him in there was hard.
He was doing so well.
The real Rocky here.
And me, I was trolling the bottom.
I feel like such a piece of shit.
I mean...
I know I fucked this all up.
I'm willing to, uh, wait for you.
If you think you can change, then...
you can come live with me when you get out.
That would be...
the best thing, ever.
I mean, I got nothing anymore but you and I know it.
I care about you.
It's good to know someone does.
Don't give up.
Don't.
The only thing that got me through prison
was knowing that Linda would be waiting for me
on the other side.
Welcome home, Chuck.
I mean, when that fence opened up,
I knew the true meaning of a second chance.
I've never been so happy and so scared at the same time.
Happy to be with her and, uh...
Time to celebrate.
...scared shitless I'd fuck it up somehow.
What's wrong?
It's... I, um, you know, I don't deserve all this.
Yes, you do.
I love you, Linda.
Oh, I love you, too, Chuck.
Life was the best when it was simple.
We didn't have much and I wasn't a movie star
or a heavyweight champ,
but I didn't need to be any of that.
I had someone who cared about me and a place to go home to.
I, uh...
Will you marry me, Linda?
- Yeah? - Yes.
- Yes? - Yes!
Oh, my god!
You want to marry me?
Hi.
I was back to selling liquor again.
It wasn't the best job, but I was making it work.
More importantly, I was keeping my nose clean.
- Hey, uh, Dave. - Hey.
What the fuck is this?
It's your paycheck.
I think it's missing a zero at the end.
Look, things ain't what they used to be, you know, right?
Nobody's paying top dollar
for the bring your own booze anymore.
Yeah, it's not my booze, but, you know, it'd be nice
if I can get a bit bigger of a check, you know.
I'm surprised here because, you know,
I sold more liquor for this company
than any of the salesmen.
Twenty years ago. It's the 21st century.
The only guys that are famous from boxing anymore
are Ali, Tyson, George Foreman, Rocky.
You're a good salesman, Chuck.
Just not as famous as you once were.
Uh, I went to look for you on the floor,
but they said you was up here now.
It's been so many years, Chuck.
I'm an idiot.
I love you, bro.
So, uh, tell me about prison, bro.
You got a sec?
What's going on?
I got a shop called Ginsberg's and we do sports memorabilia.
We do all that kind of stuff, you know?
"Ginsberg Sports Memorabilia."
We deal a lot of high-end clientele,
and, uh, you know, we want to talk business with you.
You should come down.
So you do, like, you know, signings?
All that kind of stuff?
We do everything.
We do everything sports memorabilia and stuff.
Good money.
You come in. You sign some stuff.
It's way better than this.
We deal with, like, Muhammad Ali, you know?
- Oh, you got Muhammad? - Yeah, Muhammad.
Uh, Jackie Robinson.
Uh, Jake LaMotta. Like, everybody.
All right. Well, it was nice meeting you.
Can you... Can you sign this?
I know, I'm sorry.
All right, here you go.
You're the best, champ. Thank you so much.
I had my doubts about Olson.
He was up to no good and I fucking knew it,
but the money came so easy.
See, it's hard to make the right decision
when you know the money's right there in your face.
- Here you go. Here's a photo. - I'm so excited to meet you.
- What's your name? - Theresa.
Theresa, all right.
- There you are. - Get the next one.
I'll never share.
Oh, my god, I'll follow you forever.
Thank you. Absolutely.
The more money I got off Olson,
the more I kept getting the feeling
that he was up to no good.
I couldn't stop, though.
I mean, 300 bucks for signing some gloves
and another $200 for a picture?
I knew it was too good to be true
but it beat busting my ass selling booze.
Chuck. Hey, man, how you doing?
- Come on in, Come on in. - Hey, John.
- How you doing? - Look at this place.
Yeah. Did you see upstairs? Ginsburg?
- It's awesome. - Right.
You gotta get a boxing ring in the middle.
Yeah, yeah, we should. You're right.
Come on in. Come on in. Let's hit some balls.
Let's, let's talk.
Oh, you're gonna make me play baseball?
- Yeah, why not? - All right.
- Right? A guy like you? - Look at this.
Really smack the crap out of the ball.
It's been awhile since I've been in a cage.
Yeah, I'm glad you came back.
I'm sorry I couldn't see you the other day.
I had a thing. I was dealing with Muhammad Ali.
Yeah, I came by and you weren't here.
Yeah, I was in Vegas, you know.
Let me ask you something.
You, uh, you know, with these...
with these signatures and all that,
what kind of money, you know, is in that?
We can make a lot of money, Chuck.
And I'm not talking about 20 bucks an autograph.
All right, I saw what you were doing the other day.
- Yeah. - And that's great, okay?
It's a good little scratch, a little side thing.
But we think you should be at the next level.
I can make you a lot more money.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Listen, do me a favor. - Yeah.
Hit that ball.
- Hit this ball? - Hit that ball.
You know what you just hit?
No, what'd I just hit?
You just hit a $10,000 baseball. Is what you just hit.
There's no such thing as a $10,000 baseball.
It's a Babe Ruth.
Olson was a real fucking weasel.
Slick as they come, that guy was.
I didn't like him, but I liked the money.
Holy shit.
Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.
You done good.
Unbelievable. That's Babe Ruth.
That's fucking Babe Ruth!
I'll just throw it in there.
Who could I do today? Who am I gonna be today?
You gotta love Babe Ruth.
My grandfather saw him in Philadelphia.
He's so lucky.
I wish I was alive and I wish I was back then.
What are all these?
Ah, you know, I've been doing some signings recently.
Trying to make some extra cash.
Getting fan mail. Look. All these.
Since we got some extra coming in,
I thought maybe we could go away with a trip.
I love that idea. Paris. Warren.
This is going to be the biggest raid in FBI history.
It's called Operation Bullpen.
It centers around certain criminals
who think it's okay to forge memorabilia autographs.
- Incredible player. - Oh, my god.
- Did you just hear that? - Yeah, I did.
- Oh, my god. - This guy Olson's unbelievable.
Oh, my gosh.
Let's get these fuckers.
Special Agent-in-Charge John Corbin.
We have an arrest warrant for John Olson.
- Where is he? - He's downstairs.
Oh, shit.
Fuck you!
Olson was a real con man.
He was part of a multimillion-dollar
memorabilia forgery ring
that was a coast-to-coast business.
Turn around!
- There's no crying in baseball. - Fuck you.
- Come on, man, those are real.
It was called Operation Bullpen
because most of the swag was baseball stuff.
You see, the inventory comes in
and I just take it and I just, you know, I clean it up.
You know what I mean? I just clean...
I just clean it up. I take the ball.
I take the autograph. I take...
Now, looking back on it...
...make sure if it's, like, you know, age and stuff.
And I just... I do, like, detail work...
...I'd probably be better off selling booze.
...my forte is detail lifts.
My part was small potatoes, but try telling that to Linda.
Go.
Chuck Wepner.
Chuck Wepner, I have a warrant for your arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.
Bring enough guys to arrest an old man?
What's going on?
Ma'am, your husband's being taken into custody
for his involvement in a sports memorabilia fraud.
There must be a mistake. Tell him it's a mistake, Chuck.
Ma'am, if you didn't see anything,
you will be obstructing this case. Let's go.
Don't worry, honey.
Call my lawyer. He'll take care of this.
You tell them it's a mistake!
We got everything on tape already, Chuck.
What do you got on tape?
Everything. The deals. The autographs.
The conspiracy with you and Olson.
What do you do with John Olson?
I sign autographs.
Who wants your autograph?
You're a has-been. You're washed up.
You fought a bear, like, 40 years ago.
What have you done since? Tell me.
In all of these, uh, wiretaps,
all this stuff you've been talking about,
photographs, all that,
did you ever see me sign any name
other than Chuck Wepner or anything?
No.
So can I leave?
You had the world in your hands
and you go and fuck it up!
Why is that, Chuck? Why?
- Sorry, I... I didn't know. - Bullshit!
You're not sorry and you knew damn well what you were doing.
This is typical Chuck Wepner.
A guy who thinks he can do anything he wants
because the world keeps shitting on him.
You know, Chuck, we all get shit on!
I don't need a lecture right now.
Yes, you do need a lecture!
You need a lecture more than you need anything in your life!
I just hope it's not too late for you.
Hey, hey, it's not.
Don't you give up on me, Linda. Don't you do it.
Don't give up on you?
So I can come visit you in prison the rest of your life?
All I did was sign my name. I didn't do anything wrong.
How do I know you're not lying to me?
Why would we be here
if you were just signing your name?
You look beautiful, by the way.
Fuck you!
You're a fucking idiot!
Putting me in this position.
I fucking do nothing
but good things for you, and you're fucking me.
You're fucking me.
I'm gonna fucking grow old by myself.
I can't take care of myself. I have no money coming in.
It's all from you, so I'm fucked.
I'm fucked. Thanks, Chuck.
Okay, they're ready for you.
Now, Chuck, we're all disappointed.
We're all fans.
You know, I...
Dealing with a degenerate like this guy, Olson,
what the hell was that all about?
I mean, come on, man.
You're getting too old for this shit.
All right? Turn it over.
Your client pleads guilty to one count.
He does one day...
And just like that,
I walk out with a slap on the wrist.
My so-called participation in this was a joke
and I was glad to have it behind me.
Just when I was clear of the Feds,
the universe decide to take a dump on me one more time.
Last time I saw you, you was behind bars.
Well, I'm out now.
Broke as shit, but I'm a free man.
Oh, kid, that's a shame.
Turns out Stallone was filming something in Bayonne.
Right in my backyard.
Oh, we're doing this movie Cop Land.
- Any good? - Oh, yeah, it's great.
Big kid, De Niro is in it.
No way, Bobby D? The Raging Bull himself?
- Why, you want to meet him? - Yeah.
I'll get him.
Mr. Stallone, you're on standby. They're ready for you on set.
Yeah, sure.
Hey, hey, do you know who this is?
No, sir, I don't.
This is Chuck Wepner.
Hi, Mr. Wepner, nice to meet you.
- I'm Maura. - Hello, hi.
He was a boxer.
Oh, is this the fighter you saw fight Ali?
- Yeah. Yeah. - Wow.
This must be something, standing next to Rocky, right?
Right?
Yeah, cute, huh?
You always hire such smart alecks on these shoots?
Oh, Chuck, she didn't mean anything by it.
You know what I mean? She's young.
She don't even know who I am.
Maura, do me a favor, now. I'll be with you in a minute.
- All right, just tell them. - Okay.
You see Stallone?
Yeah, I saw him.
I felt like a real outsider on that set.
Like a... like a fan or something.
What are you talking about?
I mean, everyone calls me the Real Rocky
but what do I get for it? Nothing.
You should get compensated for what they took from you.
You know?
What Stallone did to you wasn't right.
You've been a fighter your whole life.
You're gonna throw in the towel now?
What do you want me to do, Linda?
I want you to fight him.
You want me to kick Stallone's ass?
Yeah, I do.
You've lost your marbles, Linda.
No, I'm serious.
Go kick his ass.
You really want me to kick Sylvester Stallone's ass?
Yeah, I do, but not with your fists.
You do it with lawyers.
You sue him.
- For what? - For ripping off your life.
He didn't rip off my life.
He said I... I inspired Rocky.
Oh, you're a lawyer now?
You know what that means? No, you don't.
So go talk to a lawyer.
They made billions off you, Chuck.
And what did you get for it?
Nothing but a pat on the back.
Think about it.
It's not so crazy.
I don't know, I mean, I'm not used to suing people.
Last time I was in court, they were putting me in jail.
You got nothing to lose.
You should.
Get what's yours.
It's the other way around now.
It's your turn.
It's time to lace up them gloves, honey.
So you want to fight Sylvester Stallone?
Can I?
You do have a case, Mr. Wepner.
I've been pouring through the records
as well as the actual Rocky films.
- So we have a case? - I'd say so.
I think you got a good one.
Will you represent me?
It'd be our privilege to do so.
But won't he have, like,
big Hollywood lawyers who are gonna fight this?
Yeah, he will.
All right. Buh-bye.
Who was that?
It was the lawyers.
What'd they say?
We're suing Stallone.
We are?
Hey, Martin, relax. I got this.
I'm walking to him right now.
Yeah, I got this.
Relax.
No.
Marty's on the phone.
Tell him I'll call him back in an hour.
I'm about to shoot a scene.
He says it's important.
I'll call him back in an hour.
Talk to Marty.
Yeah, Marty, what's so important?
I'm in the middle of shooting a scene here.
Deposition?
What are you talking about?
No. No, I'm not doing it.
What do you mean I have to do it?
No, that's ridiculous.
Look, Marty, it's got no merit. It's ridiculous.
You know what,
Marty, you're the best lawyer in Hollywood.
Get it thrown out.
I was finally ready to fight for what was mine.
I didn't want to hurt Stallone, but I couldn't be broke
while my life was being lived out by a bunch of guys
who made a fortune off me.
You know, I just want to go on record here to let you know
that this whole lawsuit is an insult. Okay?
I'm here only because my lawyer wants me here,
but I shouldn't even be here.
So go ahead, ask your questions.
- Okay. - All right.
Let's talk about what role Chuck Wepner
played in the Rocky movies.
What role? He didn't have a role.
Rocky was my idea.
I had it long before I ever heard of Chuck Wepner.
He had no role whatsoever.
He was... He was inspiration. That's it.
So you admit that my client was your inspiration
for writing this film?
No, it was inspiring to watch Wepner fight Ali,
but he didn't inspire Rocky.
That's two entirely different things.
But you did credit Chuck publicly on numerous occasions
with being the inspiration for Rocky, am I correct?
It was a marketing thing for credibility.
It wasn't a creative thing.
Look, you know what?
I don't even know why we're even in here.
- You know that? - Just...
You're a... You know what?
- Just answer his question! - You're a real phony.
You're a dick.
- Let's take a break. - All right.
She's typing out everything.
Everything you're saying.
It's on a transcript, all right?
Yeah.
They'll use it against you. Yes or no.
What do you think... Wait a minute, Martin.
You don't think they're using it against me now?
Don't you understand there's more at stake here?
Don't you understand I have a reputation?
- I have a reputation. - I'm a star.
People look at me.
They also... They see me as Rocky.
They don't just see me as Sly and what they're gonna do
is they're gonna think I stole from this guy.
This guy is stealing from us. He didn't do anything.
We don't need Rocky in there.
- We need me in there. - It's bigger than that.
How we doing in there?
So far, so good.
He doesn't sound too happy with me.
Chuck, that's not your problem.
I want you to cancel all our appointments
for today, all right?
- You all right? - Yeah.
All right.
Let's continue.
Um, you're aware
that Chuck wrestled Andre the Giant in 1976
- in Shea Stadium, correct? - Yeah.
Yeah, everybody knows that. It was a big deal.
Okay, well, didn't Rocky wrestle a character
you called "Thunderlips" played by Hulk Hogan in Rocky III?
Oh, you guys are really bottom feeders.
Is that where you're going with this? Really?
Look, Chuck Wepner had nothing.
Zero. Not a thing to do with the creation of Rocky.
And you want to know the truth?
Rocky was more based
on Rocky Marciano, if you wanna know.
Okay, but you didn't credit Rocky Marciano
as being the inspiration for Rocky.
So what?
You credit my client, Chuck Wepner.
So what?
Wepner could take a punch.
So could a million other fighters.
What's the big deal?
But you didn't credit a million other fighters
for inspiring Rocky.
You credit my client, Chuck Wepner.
Rocky was my idea!
I came up with it. Nobody else.
You know what, you guys are really something.
You know that? You got me in here.
This is nothing more than a shakedown.
You know that?
Just answer yes. He's just doing...
Yeah, but you don't see Ali suing me over Apollo, do you?
Look, you know what, are we done here?
Are we done? Are you done with your questions?
- That's great. - Okay.
Okay, that's it, we're taking a lunch.
- You know what, I don't want it. - Okay...
Ali's lawyer might be coming to you soon.
Sly, nothing personal.
It's no hard feelings. This is just business.
You...
Chuck, you...
What?
You play a fighter in the movies but you ain't no fighter.
Why don't you do yourself a favor and go back inside
before you get hurt?
You know something, Chuck?
This is all a bunch of bullshit and you know it is.
So I want you to remember this.
You can get your lawyers and you can sue me.
But in the end,
it ain't gonna matter 'cause nobody...
nobody's going to remember you, Chuck.
And me?
They're gonna remember me and you want to know why?
Because I gave them Rocky.
I gave them a hero.
I gave them somebody to look up to.
What'd you ever give the world, Chuck, huh?
What'd you ever give them?
Nothing.
Not a goddamn thing.
- Guess what we just did? - No, what?
We just won summary judgment
against Sylvester fucking Stallone!
You're kidding?
No, I ain't kidding.
Yeah!
Out! Out!
Yeah!
You the man, Rocco.
Ching, ching.
It was the final round.
Stallone fought hard
but Mango got me off the ropes and we stood center ring.
It all came down to this.
I needed a knockout to win, to take my life back.
I heard the judge told them to come up with a number.
Otherwise, if they lost,
she would and her number would be a very big one.
And just like that, down goes Stallone.
KO.
Well done.
Whoo!
I was never
the heavyweight champion of the world.
I was never a movie star or a billionaire.
I was just a regular Joe from Bayonne
who went the distance with Ali and Stallone.
And that was good enough for me.
Because in the end, it's all about the ride
and God knows I had me one hell of a ride.
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