You know, living with you, it hasn't been
easy. People see me, but they think of you.
Now with all this going on, this is gonna
be worse than ever. It don't have to be.
No, sure it does.
Why? You got a lot goin' on kid. What my
last name? That's the reason I got a
decent job. That's the reason why people
deal with me in the first place. Now I
start to get a little ahead. I start to
get a little something for myself and
this happens. Now I'm asking you, as a
favor, not to go through with this okay?
This is only gonna end up bad for you,
and it's gonna end up bad for me. You think I'm hurting you? Yeah, in a way, you
are. That's the last thing I ever wanted to
do. I know that's not what you want to do
but that's just the way that it is. Don't
you care what people think? Doesn't it
bother you that that people are making
you out to be a joke, and that I'm gonna
be included in that? Do you think that's
right? Do you!?
You ain't gonna believe this. But, you used to fit right here. I'd hold you up, to say to
your mother, this kid's gonna be the best
kid in the world, this kid's gonna be
somebody better than anybody I ever knew, and you grew up good and wonderful. It
was great just watching every day was
like a privilege. Then the time come for
you to be your own man, and take on the
world, and you did, but somewhere along
the line you changed, you stopped being
you. You let people stick a finger in
your face and tell you you're no good,
and when things got hard, you started
looking for something to blame, like a
big shadow. Let me tell you something you
already know, the world ain't all
sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean
and nasty place, and I don't care how
tough you are it will beat you to your
knees and keep you there permanently if
you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit
as hard as life, but it ain't about how
hard you hit, it's about how hard you can
get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward
that's how winning is done. Now if you
know what you're worth, then go out and
get what you're worth, but you gotta be
willing to take the hits, and not
pointing fingers saying you ain't where
you wanna be because of him, or her, or
anybody. Cowards do that, and that ain't
you!
You're better than that!
I'm always you'll love you no matter
what, no matter what happens. You're my son,
you're my blood. You're the best thing
in my life, but until you start believing
yourself, you gonna have the life. Don't
forget to visit your mother.
I don't know what to say really. Three
minutes, till the biggest battle of our
professional lives, all comes down to
today. Either we heal, as a team, or we're
gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play,
till we're finished. We're in Hell right
now, gentlemen. Believe me, and, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we
can fight our way back, into the light. We
can climb out of hell, one inch at a time.
Now I can't do it for you, I'm too old. I
look around I see these young faces and
I think, I mean, I made every wrong choice
a middle-aged man can make.
I uh, I pissed away all my money, believe it
or not. I chased off anyone who's ever
loved me, and lately I can't even stand
the face I see, in the mirror. You know when
you get old in life things get taken
from you, that's, that's, that's part of
life but, you only learn that when you
start losing stuff.
You'll find out, life's this game of
inches, so is football. Because in either
game, life or football, the margin for
error is so small. I mean one half a step
too late or too early and you don't
quite make it. One half second too slow
too fast you don't quite catch it. The
inches we need are everywhere around us.
They're in every break of the game, every
minute, every second.
On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves, and everyone else around us to
pieces for that inch. We claw with our
fingernails for that inch.
Because we know, when we add up all those inches. That's gonna make the
fucking difference, between winning and losing,
between living and dying.
I'll tell you this, in any fight it's the guy who's willing to die, who's gonna win that inch,
and I know, if I'm gonna have any life
anymore. It's because I'm still willing
to fight and die for that inch. Because,  that's what living is! The six inches in front
of your face! Now I can't make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you, look
into his eyes. Now, I think you're gonna
see a guy, who will go that inch with you.
You're gonna see a guy, who will
sacrifice himself for this team, because
he knows, when it comes down to it you're gonna do the same for him. That's a team
gentlemen, and either we heal, now, as a
team, or we will die as individuals.
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now.
What are you gonna do?
Fans of Scotland, I am William Wallace.
William Wallace is seven feet tall.
Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundred and if he were here, he'd consumed the English
with fireballs from his arse and bolts
of lightning from his ass. I am William
Wallace, and I see a whole army of my
countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny.
You've come to fight as free man. Free
men you are. What will you do without
freedom? Will you fight? Against that? No. We will run and we will live. Fight
and you may die run and you'll live, at least a while.
And dying in your beds, many years from
now, would you be willing to trade, all
the days, from this day to that, for one
chance, just one chance to come back here,
and tell our enemies, that they may take our lives, but they'll never take, our freedom!
Dad, what's wrong with the telly?
Good evening London. Allow me first to apologize
or this interruption. I do like many of
you appreciate the comforts of everyday
routine the security of the familiar,
the tranquility of repetition.
I enjoy them as much as any bloke, but in a spirit of commemoration - whereby
those important events of the past.
Usually associated with someone's death
or the end of some awful bloody struggle,
has celebrated with a nice holiday. I
think that we could mark this November
the fifth, a day that is certainly no
longer remembered by taking some time
out of our daily lives to sit down and
have a little chat. There are of course
those who do not want us to speak
(think just let me think) I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and
men with guns will soon be on their
way.
(it's Chancellor Sutler, damn it)  Why? Because
while the truncheon may be used in lieu of
conversation, words will always retain
their power. Words offer the means to
meaning and for those who will listen,
the enunciation of truth. And the truth
is, there is something terribly wrong with
this country, isn't there? (You designed it sir, you wanted it foolproof, you told me
every television in London.) Cruelty and
injustice... intolerance and oppression,
and where once you had the freedom to
object, to think and speak as you
saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity
and soliciting your submissions. (Cameras, we need cameras) How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are
those who are more responsible than
others, and they will be held accountable. But
again, truth be told... if you're looking for
the guilty, you need only look into a
mirror. I know why you did it, I know you
were afraid,
who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease, there were a myriad of problems conspired to
corrupt your reason and rob you of your
common sense. Fear got the best of you
and in your panic, you turned to the now
High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised
you order. He promised you peace and
all he demanded in return was your
silent, obedient consent.  (Inspector you're almost through) Last night, I sought to
end that silence. Last night, I destroyed
the Old Bailey to remind this country of
what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a, great citizen wished to
embed the fifth of November forever in our
memory. His hope was to remind the world
that fairness, justice and freedom are
more than words - they are perspectives.
So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes
of this government remain unknown to you,
then I would suggest that you allow the
5th of November to pass unmarked. But if
you see what I see, if you feel as I feel
and if you would seek as I seek... then I
ask you to stand beside me, one year from
tonight, outside the gates of parliament,
and together we shall give them a fifth of
November that shall never, ever, be forgot!
How you doin' Mick?
See that opponent in front of you, you see
yourself going right and you do it right.
That's pretty, that's very pretty. Time! Ah, come here Rock. My God, you're ready ain't ya?
That Apollo won't know what
hit him you're gonna roll over him like
a bulldozer, an Italian bulldozer. You
know kid, I know how you feel about this
fight that's coming up, because I, I was
young once too and I'll tell you something,
well if you wasn't here, gee I probably
wouldn't be alive today. The fact
that you're here and doing as well as you're
doing gives me, what do you call a
motivation, huh? To stay alive because I
think that people die sometimes when
they don't want to live no more. (Natures
smarter than people think) and nature is
smarter than people think. Little by
little we lose our friends, we lose
everything, we keep losing and losing
till we say, you know what the hell am i
living around here for, I got no reason
to go on.
But with you kid,
boy I got a reason to go on and I'm gonna
stay alive, and I will watch you make
good (and I'll never leave you) and I'll never leave you.
Until that happens, cuz when I leave you you'll
not only know how to fight, you'll be
able to take care of yourself outside
the ring too, is that okay?
It's okay. Okay,
now I got a little gift for you. Ah Mick, no.  Now wait a minute, wait a minute now, wait a minute.
wait a minute. Look at it, see that? This
here is the favorite thing that I have on
this earth and Rocky Marciano gave me that.
You know what it was, his cufflink,
huh, and now I'm giving it to you,
and it, it's gotta be like uh, like an angel on
your shoulder, and if you ever get
hurt, and you feel that your goin' down, this little angel is gonna whisper in your
ear. She's gonna say get up you son of a bitch cause Mickey loves you, okay.
Thanks Mick. Alright. I love you too. Go after em' kid.
You was the angel.
There it is. What happened to his other cufflink? I don't know he only give me one, he gave it to some bum.
 
