Street Warrior (2008)

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

You wanna run with the

big dogs?

♪♪

[glass breaking]

♪♪

Who's the man?!

♪♪

[crowd chanting] Better see

some blood!

Better see some blood!

Better see some blood!

[chanting continues]

Ah.

We got a hot crowd tonight,

big man.

Let's go give 'em a show.

Hey, Doc, come on in here and do

your business.

We got money to make.

How you feeling, hmm?

I don't need it, Mr. Pope.

[chuckles]

Now, take your medicine, do your

job, before I remind you why

you're here.

[distant crowd still chanting]

[sighs]

Juice me.

[crowd chanting] Better see

some blood!

Better see some blood!

Better see some blood!

Better see some blood!

[chanting continues]

Ladies and gentlemen, place

your bets!

Place your bets, because this is

going to be the fight of

the night.

Give a big round of applause for

an up-and-coming fighter,

Joey Campbell!

[crowd booing]

And his opponent has an

undefeated record of 40-0!

He is the grand gauntlet

champion!

He is the man that you came to

see, because he is the man!

Isaiah Griffin!

[crowd cheering]

[crowd shouting]

I want you to know, it's

nothing personal.

Let's see some blood!

[grunting and fighting]

Come on, get him!

You're going too fast.

[fighters grunting]

Yeah!

All right!

[blows landing]

[grunting]

[crowd cheering]

[grunting]

Come on, man!

[crowd booing]

Aw, sh*t.

[crowd murmuring]

Okay. I know.

Ms. Lee, how is the count?

Not where it should be.

They want more competition.

Nobody likes an unbeatable man.

I'm gonna have to fix this

before the gauntlet begins.

There's a new dog out there

somewhere.

A new dog to train.

Prisoner number 9936A,

Sergeant Campbell, Jack.

Four years served, aggravated

as*ault on a superior officer

with special circumstances.

Interesting case, Campbell.

Light infantry, special forces,

commendation for bravery in

Kosovo, Bronze Star for

bravery in Afghanistan, second

Purple Heart in Tora Bora.

Then Iraq.

What happened in Tikrit,

Sergeant?

In the middle of a combat

operation, you beat your C.O.

so badly that he spent three

months in Walter Reed and took

early retirement.

Sergeant Campbell, why did you

do it?

Because I had to.

[sighs]

Jack Campbell, stripped of rank,

you are dishonorably discharged

from the United States Army for

conduct not befitting a soldier.

You are paroled from the United

States disciplinary barracks on

your own recognizance.

Your service to your nation

was noble.

It is unfortunate that it ended

as it did.

It is our sincere hope that you

use your prodigious talents for

the good, Mr. Campbell.

And that you find some peace.

Thanks.

[bus brakes disengaging]

♪♪

Good night.

San Madero.

Oh, it's right there?

Thank you.

Hey, Jimmy!

Hey.

You've been late paying what

you owe, little Maggie.

Your deal was with my dad,

and he shouldn't have been

paying you, anyway!

When you inherit your daddy's

store, you inherit his

responsibilities.

[glass breaking]

Stop! Please, stop!

[Maggie screams]

Walk on, b*tch.

[grunting and fighting]

You know what, girl?

Mmm.

[Maggie panting]

If you can't pay me in cash,

maybe we could find some other

commodity to satisfy me with.

[groaning]

[gasps]

See how I do?

Ah!

[grunting and fighting]

[glass breaking]

Ah!

Unh!

[breathing heavily]

[bat clatters]

Nice shot.

[sighs] Yeah.

Yeah, you, too.

[sniffles]

[siren approaching]

Jack?

[indistinct chatter]

And, um, then Jack came in, and,

um-- and you know the rest.

Jack Campbell.

Chief Watkins.

Back in town a half an hour

and already giving me headaches.

Got my eye on you, Jack.

Well, Watkins doesn't seem to

like you very much.

Some things never change.

Hey, uh, I live right across

the street.

Do you want to come over and

have a cup of coffee?

I go to L.A. every once in

a while on the weekends.

Oh, last year, I took a trip to

Mexico with my girlfriends.

That was a lot of fun.

But for the most part,

San Madero's been... a black

hole for me.

It's not the army, that's

for sure.

I did leave once... to this

little college in Vermont.

It's about as far away from here

as you can get, and then my dad

got sick, I came home, and here

I am.

I envy your escape.

But what about you,

Jack Campbell?

You graduated high school,

joined the army, then what?

Stayed away for a little bit,

and now I'm back.

Hmm.

Man of mystery.

You were like that in high

school, all dark and brooding.

Chicks dug it, though.

Hmm.

When my father skipped, I had to

take care of Joey, so there

wasn't a lot of time for

socializing.

I get it.

My dad's death wasn't sudden.

It's getting late.

Hmm, man of mystery.

I'll walk you out.

So, how long are you

in town for?

I don't know yet.

I'm gonna stay with my brother

and his wife.

Joey and...

[both] Sarah.

Right.

I haven't seen them in forever.

Me, neither.

Well, if it doesn't work out

with them, I'm here.

[laughing] I mean, the couch is

here, of course, 'cause this is

my house, so anyways,

never mind.

Hey, Jack?

Welcome home.

[door closes]

[birds chirping]

Sarah.

[crying]

It's okay.

[sniffling] No, it's not.

It's not okay.

Where's Joey?

[monitor beeping]

What happened, Sarah?

I found him on the lawn

two weeks ago.

I found him like this.

They just threw him in front of

the trailer like a piece of

garbage, and then they...

Oh, God, Jack.

Who's "they"?

Who did this to my brother?

You're the only one who knows

Joey better than I do, Jack.

You know he was always looking

for that one score to set us up

for life?

Well, after I got pregnant, he

said that he wanted us out of

there, out of that awful

trailer park.

He said that we were due.

What did Joey get into?

He's always been a gambler,

so he started to win a little.

And then he started to lose.

Yeah.

They said that he needed to work

off his debt, or else they--

So who did this?

I don't know all of the

names-- just George Bautista.

[muffled rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

♪♪

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

Hey, what can I get you?

Is this little Georgie's

place?

I'm an old friend.

Don't remember George

mentioning an old friend.

Maybe you leave your number, and

I'll give it-- hey, hey,

hey, wait!

Huh?

Where you going?

Keep smiling.

[women giggling]

Little Georgie, all grown up.

Look what the cat dragged in.

It's just "George" now,

Campbell.

This is an employees-only area,

so why don't you go and get a

lap dance or something?

You look like you could use one.

[laughs]

Let's talk about my brother,

George.

Why don't you talk to my

secretary?

Maybe she can find a spot for

you next week.

You two should leave.

[clears throat]

Now.

Go.

Huh, okay.

Bye, George.

Bye, George.

Get this numb-nuts out

of here.

You're gonna want to walk

away from here, my friend.

Let's go.

[grunting and fighting]

Get up, get him!

[grunting and fighting]

Gah!

[exerting]

Aah!

Hyah, ah!

That's it!

[grunting and fighting]

Take him down.

Take him down!

Gah!


Oh, sh*t.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Jack, Jack, Jack, don't--

My brother's in a coma,

Georgie!

[grunts]

Start talking!

Joey owed like 20 G's to a

sports book, and I bought his

debt, okay?

I told him he could work it off.

That's why he's in

the hospital?!

Look, I would never do that

to Joey, okay?

Then why's he in a coma?

Look, man, one night I was

here, I was working-- working--

working the joint, and-- and

Joey's working the door, okay?

And a fight breaks out.

Your brother, he wades through.

He starts busting heads, just

like you, only he's being

watched.

He's being scouted.

Scouted?

Scouted for the gauntlet.

The gauntlet, man, it's like

dog fighting for the rich, but

with people, okay?

They watch humans tear each

other apart, no rules.

And these scouts saw Joey?

Yeah, they came here,

they paid off his mortgage,

they walked out the door.

I told him not to go,

I told him to work it off

with me.

But he wouldn't listen, man.

These people are very

persuasive.

I would never-- I swear, I would

never have anything happen

to him.

You know what, George?

I believe you.

[sighs]

You're gonna do one

more thing.

You're gonna take me to these

scouts.

Wait, don't you get it,

Campbell?

What you just did in there...

they already know who you are.

[sighs]

♪♪

[cell phone rings]

I hope you boys can give me a

better challenge than last time.

Hyah!

[grunting and fighting]

Yah!

[grunting and fighting]

Hyah!

[grunting]

Definitely in need of

testicular transplantation.

You have to see this.

What do we have here,

Ms. Lee?

Something to bring a smile to

my lover's face.

[grunting and fighting playing]

Well, look at that.

Fast, skilled, handsome.

We may have found our

eighth man.

Hmm.

[phone dialing, line ringing]

Yeah, it's Pope.

Get down to Snookie's.

This is my nicest suit,

Campbell.

Why'd you have to come in here

and do this?

Tell me about the gauntlet,

Georgie.

Who's in charge?

Pope.

Mr. Pope.

But, you know, he's not the kind

of guy that you walk up to and

ask questions to if you want to

to stay in one piece, if you get

my drift.

Well, then, I guess you and

me, we need to go see this

gauntlet.

What do you mean?

Look, if you don't know already,

you got me in enough trouble as

as it is, Jack.

I can't go.

I'm running a business here.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Well, well.

Jack Campbell.

Told you I'd be keeping

an eye out.

Yeah, real tough guy...

just like when you were a kid

boosting cars.

Remember those days, Campbell?

Yeah, I remember those days.

I also remember a chicken-sh*t

rookie cop that used to bully

kids into running his scams.

Spread 'em!

Yo, look at this.

It looks like round two.

Oh.

Oh, that's right, Jack.

You guys are all old friends.

[chuckles]

Uh, I wouldn't worry about

patrolling this wing, fellas.

These boys won't be any trouble

at all.

[laughs]

[knuckles cracking]

♪♪

Outstanding.

Outstanding!

This guy is money.

You want Jack Campbell in

the gauntlet?

Absolutely.

Think of the drama-- man fights

for his brother's honor.

It's brilliant!

Uh, you want somebody in the

gauntlet, I got five guys

who I think--

I don't pay you to think.

I want Campbell.

[cell phone beeps]

[earpiece chirps]

[fight video playing]

Baby, put some clothes on.

I want you to run me an errand

down at that, um...

that trailer park.

What do you want me to do?

A little insurance policy.

Jack Campbell, you are mine.

This way, ma'am.

Jack?

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I came as soon as I got

your message.

What happened?

My brother Joey got mixed up

in something pretty bad.

Well, is he okay?

He's hurt.

He got beat into a coma by

somebody in a staged fight.

The gauntlet?

Jesus, two guys died there

last year.

I'm gonna go after the guys

that beat my brother.

Not from in here, you're not.

Hey, who do I see about bail?

Looks like you won't have to.

You have friends in high places.

Friends with bad judgment.

[lock disengages]

Your bail's been paid.

By who?

By a party that doesn't like

questions.

Now get out of my jail.

So, thanks.

Well, if you ever need me,

all you have to do is call.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?!

[monitor beeping]

Sorry, Campbell.

Where's Sarah?

They took her, man.

Took her where?

I don't know where she is.

I-- I don't know!

But, they told me to tell you

something.

What?

The gauntlet-- it starts

tonight.

They said if you ever want to

see your Sarah safe again, if

you ever want to find the men

that did this to your brother...

What'd they say?

You got to fight.

Well, then, that's what

they'll get.

♪♪

Name?

Uh, yeah, George Bautista.

I got Jack Campbell.

Campbell's here.

Right this way, Mr. Campbell.

Hey, wait for me!

Wait up!

[car horn honks]

Who's that?

You know, Omar Lewis,

NFL quarterback.

Told you, "the pope" gives them

what they want as long as they

can pay.

Miss Lee, you are looking

ever so beautiful tonight,

as usual.

How about some good odds, huh?

Same as always, Mr. Lewis.

Okay, all right, all right.

Yo, man, what the hell

you looking at?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Mr. Campbell, this way, sir.

Talent coming through.

Mr. Campbell, perhaps your

manager can join the audience.

I'll be fine, George.

Yeah, it's not you that I'm

worried about, though.

If you'll follow me,

Mr. Campbell.

Hey, good luck, Campbell!

Out front, man.

You'll need it.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, I'm just trying to be

like you, baby.

You're 80-to-1.

Were you expecting better, hmm?

I guess not.

Who's that?

Isaiah Griffin, the gauntlet

champion.

If you win the tournament, he is

the man you face.

Doesn't seem like much of

a prize.

Isaiah Griffin dominated his

last match.

Put your brother in a coma,

Mr. Campbell.

Gentlemen... your final

competitor, Jack Campbell.

Welcome to the gauntlet,

Campbell.

They call me Santo.

This big guy here,

Zeke Washington.

I know you, don't I?

[laughs] You see that?

That's what I'm talking about.

That's why I have the odds.

He knows me.

I'm famous.

He probably watches

ESPN Classic.

Now, Zeke here used to be a

contender for the WBC light

heavyweight title.

Long time ago.

Not that it really matters now.

Boxer can't beat a wrestler.

Yeah, that's right,

McDonough, 'cause neither one of

you can hang with a luchador.

Especially you, Jax.

I mean, what kind of fighting

style you got, huh?

Wheat plow kung fu?

Whaaa!

Palmer Jax, boss.

So, you're all here just to

beat each other to death?

Death?

Oh, not if we can help it.

We're all in the same boat, man.

What boat's that?

Hey, man, where's your

gear at?

It's all good.

You need anything, just take

a locker.

You are so not ready

for this.

None of you are.

A wrestler, a boxer, a luchador,

jujitsu fighter, muay thai--

you all look like just a bunch

of victims to me.

[door opens, closes]

Mr. McDonough, Jersey Devil.

You're up first.

It's go time, boys.

[crowd chattering]

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome

to the gauntlet.

You all know the rules.

There are none.

Two men enter the pit, one man

walks out...

Yeah!

All for the right to face

that man!

[crowd cheering]

Some say that Isaiah Griffin

is unbeatable.

Some say it is a fool's errand

to bet against him.

Watch the men competing tonight

and judge for yourselves.

Ladies and Gentleme-e-e-en...

let's see some blood!

[cheers and applause]

[grunting, snorting]

Let's go, man, get 'em up.

[snarling]

Ah!

Ooh!

Aah!

[grunting and fighting]

Hey, for your fists.

So, what's your deal, Santo?

Why are you here?

Well, Mr. Pope, he can be,

uh, you know...

Persuasive?

Yeah.

That's what I hear.

So, how'd he persuade you?

Like anyone else.

Look, man, just do what Pope

tells you, all right?

Or you pay dear... too dear.

[grunting and fighting]

♪♪

Santo, Jax-- let's go.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Bring it, farm boy!

[laughing]

What you got?

Huh?

Gah!

Hyah!

Unh!

Ooh!

[grunting and fighting]

Gah!

Oh!

[screaming]

♪♪

Baldus, Zeke, you're up.

Come on.

[grunting and fighting]

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Gah!

Unh!

[grunting and fighting]

Get up, get up, get up,

get up, go, go!

Get up, guys!

[grunting]

Yeah! Yeah!

Let's go, let's go!

Ah, ah! Come on, would ya?

What you got, huh?

Ah, ah, yeah, yeah.

Ooh!

Does it hurt?

[grunting and fighting]

♪♪

Come on, Zeke!

Get him!

[grunting] Gah!

[growling]

Gah!

[grunting]

[laughs]

Come on, man, take him down!

Yes, yes, yes!

Yeah, he's good, you right.

[grunting]

[exerting]

[grunting and fighting]

♪♪

[bones crunching]

[grunting and fighting]

Boo!

[bones crunching]

Gah!

Gah!

♪♪

Damn it, farm boy, stay down!

Unh!

Pull it out, baby!

Pull it out from here, baby!

[grunting and fighting]

[chuckles]

Get up!

Pick on somebody your

own size!

Come on, stop.

[grunting]

Aah!

[crowd muttering]

Yeah, number one!

[crowd booing]

Keep on outside of here with

your old a*s!

Now they have someone

to hate.

[exerting]

Mr. Campbell, Showman...

you're up.

After the fight, you tell me

about Sarah.

Let's see if you win.

I figure the underdog should

go first.

I wouldn't want to steal

your thunder.

Why do they call you

the Showman?

'Cause I give the people what

Mr. Pope wants-- a show.

Our next competitor has the

best possible reason to fight

tonight.

Gonna lay that money down?

Come on, man.

Jack...

He fights for honor.

k*ll him. k*ll him, man.

Get him.

He fights for pride.

He fights for family.

Only days ago, you witnessed

a young man's destruction at the

awesome hands of Isaiah Griffin.

That victim was this

man's brother.

But to face Isaiah, he must run

the gauntlet.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Jack Campbell.

[crowd booing]

You're goin' down like your

brother, Jack.

And his opponent...

weighs 260 pounds.

[crowd cheering]

Hails from every

woman's dreams...

the Showman!

[crowd cheering]

Yo, Showman, Showman.

You're the man, baby.

I'm ridin' with you.

Hey, don't disappoint me.

Whoo!

Yeah, give it to 'em, baby.

Give it to 'em.

[crowd shouting]

We want blood!

What do you want to see?

[chanting] We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

You're going down, Campbell!

[chanting continues]

What do you want to see?!

[crowd shouting]

[crowd chanting] We want

blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

Let's see some blood.

[chanting continues]

[grunts]

Unh!

Ah.

Holy sh*t.

You got to be kidding me.

[crowd chattering]

Now they have a hero.

Oh, yes, they do.

[chuckles]

And now the girl?

Well, the girl is gonna be

with us for a while.

This guy's too good to let go.

Let's count our money.

That was great, Jack!

That was amazing, Jack!

You laid him out, man.

He's done, over.

Forget why we're here,

Georgie?

It's you and me tomorrow,

Campbell.

Just wanted to say, you know,

may the best man win and

all that.

You fought well tonight.

I'm sure you'll make it a fight.

You're not thinking of trying

to leave the gauntlet, are you?

That's dangerous talk, man.

I want answers.

And what are you gonna do,

Campbell?

We told you, asking questions

can only lead to more trouble.

I'm okay with trouble.

Pope doesn't own me, Santo.

He doesn't own you, McDonough,

any of us.

It's time someone told him that,

him and his muscle, Isaiah.

Jack!

Campbell, where you going?

I got the car out front.

I'm gonna go find Sarah.

Wait outside.

Keep the car running.

This could get ugly.

Yeah, but Mr. Pope, he's got

a lot of security guards.

I don't think that's such a good

idea, man.

Talent's not allowed up here.

Pope's policy.

Policy's about to change.

We're not gonna have a

problem here, are we,

Mr. Campbell?

Unh!

Hey!

Easy.

All right, Mr. Pope.

We don't want to hurt our new

star now, do we?

I was wondering when you were

gonna come by.

Where's Sarah, Pope?

Oh, she's fine.

Comfy and safe, long as you keep

on doing what you're doing.

I'm not much for games, Pope.

Okay, well, then follow your

brother's good example and be a

good dog.

I have the feeling we're gonna

make a lot of money together.

I don't care about

your money.

I don't care about your th*gs,

where's Sarah?!

[grunting and fighting]

Unh!

[groaning]

[echoing] I'd stay down if

I were you.

[echoing] Ms. Lee, pull up

that video feed.

The fella on the floor wants to

see his sister-in-law.

Isn't that right, soldier boy?

That's what you want to see,

right?

A little proof of life?

[chuckling]

Get him up.

[groaning]

Ah, technology.

Oh, and look!

Huh, your damsel in distress.

See?

Safe as a mouse.

Oh, wow, and I'll be damned.

She looks like she's just about

ready to pop.

[chuckles]

You look like the heroic type,

so how's about us make a deal,

Jackie boy, hmm?

You fight, and I'll hold on to

Sarah just in case you try to

get a little clever.

And you'll fight like a son of a

b*tch, because I'll know if you

try to lay down to end

the misery.

If I know one thing...

it's how to hurt, Campbell.

Aah!

Long as you understand that

I hold every card in the deck,

we'll be all right.

So be a good dog and get a good

night's sleep, 'cause you've got

a hell of a show to put on

tomorrow.

Unh!

Oh, come on, come on.

Hold on, Jack.

I'm taking you to the hospital.

No, no, no, no, no.

No hospital.

What, no hospital?

Will you take a look at

yourself, Jack?

You look like you got hit by

a truck.

[chuckles]

Duly noted.

[telephone ringing]

[telephone beeps]

Hello?

Maggie Kuerner?

Yes?

Your friend Jack Campbell

needs your help.

Who is this?

George just carried him out

of here.

He doesn't look good.

Who is this?

[telephone beeps]

♪♪

Ooh, that's nice.

Hey!

Somebody's hot, baby.

You like that?

[indistinct chatter]

Come take some of this.

I got some dollars.

Right here, baby.

Come on, come on.

Well, there's more where that

came from.

♪♪

What, are you sleeping on the

job again, Joey?

Jesus.

Come on, Campbell.

Come on back.

Look, I know they're hot, Jack,

'cause I hired 'em.

But come on!

Come with me.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman giggling]

Oh.

Oh, you like that?

[door opens]

[clears throat]

Excuse me, pal.

The show's over.

Beat it.

You, too, honey.

Come on, come on, come on.

All right, come on, come on,

come on.

Ooh! [giggling]

Okay, where's it hurt, Jack?

George... [sighs]

Okay, right, right, right.

Medical kit, ice-- got it.

I'll fix you right up.

Just get the ice, George.

[footsteps approaching]

Well, I would, but I really

don't want to touch anything in

this place.

Maggie Kuerner.

You're supposed to say,

"What's a nice girl like you

doing in a place--"

How'd you find me?

It's a small town, Jack.

Word gets around fast.

You fought in the gauntlet.

I had to.

They kidnapped Sarah.

Well, you were right.

Pope wanted you out for

a reason.

Let me see where you're hurt.

I'll be fine.

Right.

Just get up.

Oh, my God, Jack.

You really can't keep

doing this.

I don't have a choice.

Of course you do.

You can go to the police.

Pope owns them.

The highway patrol, the FBI?

They won't listen.

Pope hurt my brother.

I'm gonna make him pay.

Well, that's crazy, man.

You know you can't beat Isaiah.

You can't beat him.

Here.

Nice place you got here,

Georgie.

Hurt?

Now just think if one of those

monsters hit you there.

Hate to admit it, but she's

right, Jack.

I have to.

I-- I don't get it, Jack.

What is this, some kind of macho

B.S., army-honor thing?

You have to stand for

something.

So, you're going to sacrifice

your life for some sort of

blood debt?

I'm sorry, I-- I can't be a part

of that.

[keys jingling]

Are you feeling all right?

What do you care?

You should eat.

Keep your strength up...

for the baby.

For the baby?

Are you kidding me?

You kidnapped me!

You kidnap me and now, all of

a sudden, you care about

my baby?

Just eat.

This will all be over very soon.

Two more days.

Two more days?

For you and your boss to do to

Jack what you did to my husband?

[door opening]

Jack?

Jack, you awake?

Jack.

Mr. Pope, uh, wants to see you.

Ms. Lee's on her way.

Be it ever so humble.

Okay.

Campbell...

Hi.

Ooh, look at...

Welcome.

What are you drinking?

[women] Hi.

Hmm?

Mm, teetotaler.

You should relax.

You've got my boys all kinds of

itchy here.

Maybe they should scratch.

[chuckling]

"Maybe they should scratch."

[slurps drink]

Spoken like a true action hero.

Outstanding.

What do you want?

You know, after your run-in

with my boy Isaiah last night,

I just wanted to make sure that

you were okay, able to fight,

undeterred--

Oh, and to give you this.

Unless this tells me where

Sarah is, I'm not interested.

Come on, you're not just a

little curious?

You'll like it.

Listen, you got to understand--

life is made up of carrots

and sticks.

You saw the stick last night.

That's the carrot.

[chuckles] Geez.

Five G's-- one night's work.

Okay?

It's better than working

security at the mall because,

really, that's all that an

ex-con from special forces is

gonna do.

I don't want your money.

Okay.

[typing]

That is a parole violation, just

in case you're considering

outside help.

And... there.

I see that you've made a new

friend, little Maggie.

So, um, while you're considering

your options, just remember--

I got 'em covered.

It won't last, Pope.

You're not that clever.

Really?

I got this far.

Oh, and, uh, Ms. Lee has

something for you for tonight.

Come on.

You've got a hell of a fight

tonight.

I want you to win.

Go ahead, little doggy.

Run.

He set you up, didn't he?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna fight-- fight 'til

I can't.

But, I mean, what if you win?

What if you get all the way

to Isaiah?

Then I'm gonna make him pay

for what he did to Joey.

[indistinct chatter]

You know, I hate that dude

Campbell, but you know what?

He is a tough-a*s b*stard, man.

Let's check him out up here.

How you doin', sweetheart?

Ah, 20-to-1, all right.

Hey, let me get five large on

Army boy right here.

And, uh, that's for you,

sweetheart.

Thanks.

Thank you.

He wants to see you.

Who?

Wow.

Full house.

All betting because of your man.

My man?

Oh, yeah, my man, Jack Campbell.

Yeah, me and him, we go

way back.

One time, back in high school,

he tried to dunk me--

I'm not interested in your

anecdotes.

I just need to know, is

he ready?

Him?

Uh, yes, sir.

I think so.

I wonder... he seems the kind

of man who would want to ride in

on a white horse.

[laughs]

What do you think?

Maybe I should give him a

chance, huh, Georgie boy?

♪♪

What, Campbell?

What is it?

Why are you doing this,

Santo?

I told you, man.

Mr. Pope says--

Spare me the B.S.

You, too, McDonough.

You're not in this for

the fight.

You're not lunatics, you're not

psychopaths, but you're putting

your lives on the line for what?

Why in the hell does it

matter to you?

Yeah.

[distant announcer speaking]

I.N.S., Immigration and

Naturalization Service.

They've got my family.

When I came to America, I tried

to make a life for them, and I

did good.

I got a job.

I sent money home.

And when we had enough, my wife

and kids hired a coyote to try

to get them across the border.

And they got caught.

Mr. Pope, he's got a guy on the

border patrol-- you know, a guy

on the take-- and he says to me,

if I fight in the gauntlet, that

he's gonna set my family free

and I'll have enough money to

give them a life that

they deserve.

And if I don't, well...

then they're gonna spend months

in detention, and I'm never

gonna make this kind of money

again.

Santo, it's time.

Where's Baldus?

♪♪

Come on.

It's go time.

[sighs]

This ain't gonna take long.

[crowd shouting]

[crowd chanting] Santo!

Santo! Santo! Santo!

[crowd booing]

[crowd quiets]

Hate me!

[crowd booing]

[laughs] Santo!

Yeah!

I'm gonna send you back to

the home center so you can start

looking for some day-labor work,

bro. [mocking laughter]

Where'd you learn that

language, huh?

Being someone's butt b*tch up

in prison?

I'm gonna put it in your a*s,

is what I'm gonna do.

Let's go, b*tch!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Let's...

This should be good.

See some blood!

[crowd cheering]

Gah!

Ooh, ooh, yeah!

[crowd cheering]

That looked like it hurt!

[laughing]

Come on, you prissy

little m*dget!

Why don't you call your

mama, huh?

Here's a nickel, b*tch.

What you got? What you got?

What you got? What you got?

[grunting and fighting]

Oh, come on!

His face is--

Come on!

[grunting]

A-ha!

Come on, come on.

Push, push, baby!

[grunting and fighting]

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

[shouting and fighting]

Unh! Oh.

[grunting and fighting]

You want to run with the big

dogs, huh?

Want to run with the big dogs?

[screams]

[grunting and fighting]

Unh!

Come on, Santo!

Come on, Santo!

[crowd booing]

[grunting]

Viva la blanco!

Viva la blanco!

[exerting]

[bones crunching]

Aah!

Aah!

[groaning]

[growling]

[crowd murmuring]

[crowd booing]

[groaning]

[grunting]

Is it time?

Time to come upstairs.

♪♪

[fighters grunting]

Get it over with!

[fighters grunting]

Come on, come on.

[Santo grunting]

[fighters grunting]

Santo!

That's enough!

[crowd shouting]

Let him out.

Christ.

You don't got to do this,

Campbell!

Unh!

Get him, Campbell!

Unh!

Yeah, Campbell!

Get him, Campbell, get him!

Get him!

Yeah, Campbell!

[grunting and fighting]

Now!

[grunting and fighting]

[electricity crackles]

[screams]

[grunts]

Come on, don't tase him!

[crowd booing]

Boo!

[crowd booing]

Get up, Baldus.

No.

Come on.

You have to.

You know the consequences.

Go!

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies

and gentlemen, that was a fight!

That was what the gauntlet is

all about.

That was blo-o-o-od!

[laughs]

Oh, but it is not over!

As you can see, our next

competitor has entered the ring.

Despite earning expulsion from

the gauntlet for his recent

interference, I have decided to

let Jack Campbell fight!

Come on, you can't make

him fight!

Jack, get up!

Get up!

I can't do this.

He's hurt.

Now's your shot, McDonough.

All you have to do is beat a man

who has had 10,000 volts pumped

through him!

Get up!

Campbell, your brother's

pulling for you.

[grunts]

Do it.

You know what will happen if

you don't.

Sorry, man.

We got to do this.

Come on, Campbell.

You can do it, baby.

[grunting and fighting]

Unh!

Come on, Campbell!

Don't go down!

Get him, Campbell!

[grunting and fighting]

That's it, man, that's it!

That's it, Jack!

[grunting and fighting]

Whew. Whew.

[both shouting]

[both grunting]

No, no, no!

Get out of there, get out!

Come on, let's go, let's go!

There you go, there you go!

Gah!

Unh!

Oh! No, no, no.

Come on, come on!

[grunting]

Come on!

Yeah!

Get him, Campbell!

[grunting]

[groaning]

No!

There's no tapping out in

the gauntlet.

Finish him!

Finish him or he'll finish you!

[grunting and fighting]

Unh.

Winner!

We have a winner!

You the man, Campbell, baby.

You the man.

[electricity crackles]

[screams]

[crowd shouting]

Take the victor to

the shower.

Make it a cold one.

You ain't so tough, Campbell.

[chuckles] No, he ain't.

Tomorrow night, you will see

Jack Campbell face Tuck Baldus!

You will see one of these men

win the gauntlet and face that

man-- Isaiah Griffin!

Do you want blood?!

[chanting] We want blood!

We want blood!

Tomorrow night, you will

have it!

[chanting] We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

I was once told by a

not-so-wise man, "Never

underestimate the corrupting

power of money."

We've had a good night

tonight.

Highest gate so far.

One of the beautiful things

about this business is that,

every once in a while, you

encounter a rare breed of

animal, one that's smarter,

faster, meaner than the rest of

the pack.

And if you can break that

animal, domesticate him enough

to do your bidding, there's no

telling what riches that beast

may bring.

Campbell... is one of those rare

creatures.

You don't think they'll come

tomorrow after what they saw

tonight, do you?

The crowd?

Of course they will.

They got a taste for blood.

Pope gives them what they want.

Yeah, but Santo-- what that

guy did to him, what Isaiah did

to your brother-- it's barbaric.

It's w*r.

You think Santo is gonna

make it?

More blood money?

Yeah, Pope gave it to me,

night after the fight.

Said you earned yourself some

more carrots, whatever

that means.

I-- I wanted to tell him we

didn't need his stinking money.

I wanted to tell him to go screw

himself, but I... couldn't.

I just...

You got to figure out who

you are, George.

I can't tell you.

Well, you want to go by Sarah

and Joey's place?

You could stay at the club

tonight.

Just drop me over here.

[crickets chirping]

[knocking at door]

So, you made it through

another night.

Satisfied?

No.

You're hurt.

I'm fine.

Just get in here.

Okay, hold still, soldier.

It's gonna sting a little.

When I was in Iraq, my unit

was part of a... small

fire team...looking for

S*ddam Hussein.

And we were positioned in this

little suburb outside of Tikrit.

We'd been getting pounded for

three days.

And my commanding officer got

paranoid and went crazy.

And he'd fire on anybody and

everybody.

So, we had been taking hits from

what we thought was an insurgent

compound.

It turned out, it was a school.

He thought it was a cover.

He was about to call in

a strike.

It was filled with kids, and

I tried to talk him down, and he

pulled his weapon on me.

What happened?

I stopped him.

You did the right thing.

I'm no hero.

I've been in prison for

four years.

And I just got out.

I don't care.

Not one bit.

It's been a long time.

Yeah, well, there's been a

lot of that going around.

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[birds chirping]

[monitor beeping]

Hey, Joey.

How's it hangin', man?

You all right?

Yeah.

[monitor beeping erratically]

[alarm chirping]

Joey?

Man, I got to get a doctor.

J-- Doctor?

Doctor?!

Mm, you're still here.

I made you some coffee.

I didn't know what you took.

Hmm.

Caffeinated's fine.

I thought you would've fled for

the hills.

I was tempted.

[groans]

Oh!

[inhales sharply]

I'm so sorry!

[groans]

[laughs]

I got something to stay for.

Mm, you and me both.

Hey...

are you really gonna fight

tonight?

Nothing else I can see doing.

[sighs]

You know that thing that you

do, riding in on the white horse

to save people?

It's annoying.

I'm beginning to think you have

a hero complex.

That's possible.

Then I guess I'm just gonna

have to come with you, then.

It's not pretty.

Well, neither is your face.

[telephone rings]

Mm.

[telephone beeps]

Hello?

George.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's here.

Hold on.

Georgie, speak.

It's Joey.

Joey!

Oh, sh*t.

Look at you, man.

[crying]

It's okay.

I figured that Joey could use

this money more than I can, so I

was on my way here to give it to

him, and I walked in.

All these machines are going

off, and I thought he was about

to croak.

George!

Hey, it's okay.

It's gonna be all right.

No, Jack, it's not.

George told me about Sarah.

We'll go after Pope.

The highway patrol will believe

you, Joey.

No.

I mean, he's got Sarah.

Look, you get the cops there

with a packed house, and we'll

get Sarah home safely.

Who's "we"?

Me and George.

Do you really think this is

gonna work?

No.

I love your brutal honesty.

I could really get used to it.

It's time to get out.

Take care of him, Georgie.

Who, me?

Yeah, sure.

[indistinct chatter]

[cheers and applause]

Hey, Jack!

Whoo!

Hi! Hi, Jack!

Isaiah's gonna break you in

half, and I'm gonna be cheering

him on.

Did you bring your pom-poms?

Little dress?

Let's go, the boss is waiting

for you-- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You wait in line with the rest.

I've been getting bets

worldwide.

People flying from all over.

You want to know why?

You.

I mean, anybody can put a fight

up on the Internet, but to come

and smell the sweat... see the

blood flow in person?

Man, that's living.

San Madero is gonna be the

center of the world tonight.

You've made this into the

Super Bowl.

You're making me blush.

If you fight like a good

little doggy tonight, well, the

world can be your oyster.

Hell, it can be your beluga

caviar.

But screw with me...

Well, just remember...

your sister-in-law's counting

on you.

Well, go on out there and fight

for your life.

But you make sure that the crowd

loves it.

You remember the stakes,

don't you?

Do you?

[crowd chanting] Campbell!

Campbell! Campbell! Campbell!

Campbell!

[chanting continues]

[crowd booing]

Boo!

Ladies and gentlemen!

[crowd booing]

Welcome to the grand finale!

Well... it seems like you all

are mad at me.

That's okay, because as mad as

you are, we still want

the same thing.

We want blood!

[chanting] We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

We want blood!

[chanting continues]

It's not time yet.

No, but it's coming.

That was a good thing you did

last night, protecting Santo.

Why are you doing this,

Isaiah?

You the monster everyone says

you are?

Does it matter?

Maybe you should think of me as

that man that beat down

your brother.

As Pope's dog of w*r.

But you're not, are you?

You're not, Baldus.

Pope has got something on you.

What is it?

Everything.

Pope's evil.

He'll get what's coming to him.

But you got to ask yourself

something.

What's that?

What kind of man are you?

[chanting continues]

[crowd booing]

Who's the man?!

Who?!

I can take him!

I can take him!

[laughs]

[crowd chanting] Campbell!

Campbell! Campbell! Campbell!

Campbell! Campbell!

Campbell!

Beat that big b*stard's a*s.

[crowd chanting] Campbell!

Campbell! Campbell!

Remember the stakes,

little doggy.

[chanting continues]

You're going down, Campbell.

[chanting continues]

I got your back, man.

♪♪

You know why I'm the man?

'Cause Pope got nothing on me.

I'm gonna break you up because

I like it.

I'm gonna tear you apart.

No, you're not.

Let's see some blood!

[roaring]

[grunting and fighting]

[crowd shouting]

[grunting and fighting]

Oh, my God, Jack!

[faint cheering]

Gah!

Unh! [groaning]

Get up, Jack!

You're nothing, pig!

I own you!

Fight back!

[grunting]

Take him down, boy!

Yeah, baby, yeah!

[grunting and fighting]

Baldus, you ain't nothing but

a b*tch!

[grunting and fighting]

Come on.

[sighs]

No, not this time.

I said no.

♪♪

[crowd cheering]

Aah!

Tear him apart!

[grunting and fighting]

Unh! [groaning]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[crowd cheering]

And the winner!

Jack Campbell!

[crowd cheering]

Seems that Campbell has a few

close personal friends in the

audience tonight.

Well, they should be happy,

because the night is not over.

Jack Campbell is about to face

the most awesome force in the

history of the gauntlet.

♪♪

Place your bets.

[crowd muttering]

Campbell! Campbell!

[crowd chanting] Campbell!

Campbell! Campbell! Campbell!

Mr. Pope... [whispering]

[chanting continues]

Damn it, Isaiah, do you have

any idea how much is riding

on this?

That whole entire crowd is

betting against you.

Give me those.

Now, I need you to take your

medicine like a good little dog,

and go out there--

I'm no one's dog, Pope.

[chuckles]

Sometimes, you have to rob Jack

to pay Paul.

[gasps]

[groans]

[crowd chanting] Campbell!

Campbell! Campbell! Campbell!

[chanting continues]

[crowd cheering]

It's nothing personal.

The hell it isn't, but it's

not between you and me, it's us.

It's us against Pope.

Stand with me.

It's too late for me,

Campbell.

This is who I am.

Come on, let's see some

damn blood!

Yeah!

Listen to them.

Let's see some blood!

Is that what you want?

Put your hands up.

It's not gonna happen.

Get 'em up!

Aah!

Aah!

Go get the girl.

I'm sorry, sir?

The girl.

Go get the girl, the hostage,

the damsel in distress.

Get her!

Defend yourself.

[crowd booing]

Come on!

Listen to them.

They want us to k*ll each other.

Gah!

No!

Come on.

[groaning]

Oh! Aah! Ah!

[groaning]

[crowd booing]

We don't need Sarah.

They're-- They're fighting.

Everything's fine.

Everything is not fine.

They want blood, and they will

get it one way or another.

Finish him!

[crowd shouting]

Stay down.

Unh! Ah!

Ah-aah!

Jack!

Jack!

Your friend Sarah...

you have to help her!

But Jack's a little busy

right now.

Pope is going to k*ll her.

You have to go now.

Downstairs.

That boy's k*lling you, man!

You've got to fight back!

[crowd booing]

Why won't you fight?

Because we're not animals.

[grunting]

[sighs]

We're not dogs.

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

What the hell?

What-- What the hell they doing?

Pope!

They're not gonna fight?

You giving me my money back.

The hell with this.

♪♪

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

[car alarm chirps]

Unh!

[door unlocking]

Hey, hey, why-- why don't you

just leave her alone, huh?

Why, George? [chuckles]

Like, uh, what are you gonna do

about it?

That's what I thought.

Unh!

Yah! Unh.

Ha! I always wanted to

do that.

Whoa, hey, hey! I'm just trying

to get you out of here.

Who are you?

I'm George.

Jack and I are partners.

Come on.

[crowd shouting]

Stop right there, Campbell.

Hey-- Unh!

Ugh. [groaning]

[indistinct shouting]

Pope!

Get him.

[grunting and fighting]

Oh, my God!

Where are you?!

[bones cracking]

Aah!

[grunting and fighting]

Pope!

Aah!

[both shouting]

[both grunting]

[groaning]

Hyah!

You were my champion.

I gave you the world!

This is how you repay me?!

Aah! [sputtering]

Here we go, hero.

Oh, this is on now.

Come on!

[both grunting]

Hey, I got 1,000 on Campbell.

[grunting and fighting]

Come on, come on, come on.

Let's go. Let's go!

[grunting and fighting]

Hyah!

[both shouting]

Ooh! That's nice!

That's nice.

♪♪

[grunting and fighting]

Ooh!

Starting to get the idea?

[grunting and fighting]

Aah!

Unh.

Hyah!

[sword snapping]

[grunting and fighting]

[bones cracking]

Aah!

Unh.

[grunts]

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you too.

How'd you like that?

You, too.

That's it.

You know, I've seen it a

dozen times, Pope.

Guys with bloodlust get in a

real fight-- the only blood they

taste... is their own.

[indistinct chatter]

[groans]

Jack.

You're all right?

Yeah.

You look like crap.

[police radio chatter]

[sighs]

Well, reboot it and try it

again-- it's all in there.

You're okay.

It's over.

Arrest that man!

Arrest Campbell!

No, no, no, no, I'm a cop!

I'm a cop, damn it!

Oh, my God, Jack!

Oh, my God, we have to get you

to the hospital.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Yeah, yeah, we know

the drill.

Come on.

[radio chatter continues]

♪♪

Yeah, why don't you put that

rib down and give us a hand

there, George?

Yeah, sure.

Looks like he's still buzzing

from his hero moment.

[chuckling]

[sighs] I just hope he doesn't

plan on us naming her after him.

[both chuckle]

Yeah.

Oh!

What?

She's coming!

Now?

Like, right now!

Oh, she's having a baby!

Having a baby!

You okay? You want--

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm--

Uh, car-- what car we

gonna take?

Um, take George's!

What?

What-- What if her water breaks?

George!

All right, I'll-- I'll drive.

I'll drive, fine.

Easy, easy, honey.

Go, go, go!

Let's go, let's go!

Watch the seats.

We'll catch up.

[engine starts]

Okay, sweetie.

We'll be right behind you.

Okay!

[tires screeching]

You know what?

What?

It's good to be home.

♪♪

♪♪