rematch.
Television rights being beaten
for the highest bit.
People screaming for it.
All we need it s for you boy to lose.
Josef, look at this masterpiece.
The bullet-head is laying down
his terms?
Or am I missing something?
Look. Why dont you wait
for the diagnosis?
- Your names Vika, isnt it?
- That s right. Vika.
- Victoria.
- Im Artyom. So, Vika...
will you be human for a second?
Theres this thing,
the Hippocratic Oath.
It says: Thou shall not do harm.
Vika...
what are you doing?
This is my big chance.
The one in a lifetime kind.
I have nothing else in my life.
I dont know how
to do anything but fight.
How about the Sports Academy?
Theyll teach you not to be a fool.
So, hows it going?
Theres something we need to...
Everythings fine,
no contraindications.
Yes? That s splendid.
So will you beat Palmer?
No sweat, doc.
Go, big man. And remember...
youre our Great White Hope.
Thank you, doctor. Vika...
thanks a million.
Vagit, it s not a bad plan.
Selling the fight several times over.
Why should we?
Palmers getting old.
Artyom will tear him apart.
And then it s our game: We can fight
De La Hoya or whoever we like.
It s politics. We take Hills offer
or he screws us at the IBF.
What the hell can he do to us?
Look, if I just agree with you
all the time, what do you need me for?
- I...
- Vagit.
I need time to think.
It s all in your hands, Vagit.
This artist was truly inspired.
That undistinguished candle.
Such short detail.
Isnt it?
Fucking tour guide.
Who is this?
A sailor home from the sea.
For your collection.
Thank you.
Hes so funny.
What flag does he sail under?
French, I suppose.
See the pompon?
Pompon?
So, why a sailor?
Hes a playful fellow.
Sailed a lot, seen a lot.
Islands, monkeys, coconuts,
pearls, all kinds of stuff.
Very cool.
Ill call him Jean-Paul, then.
A fine name. Like Belmondo.
How about going somewhere?
No contraindications.
Only I have my exams.
Maybe in a few days?
- Are you studying Medicine?
- That s right.
I only got through technical school.
I should go to college,
but theres so little time.
Sure, all time is for training.
Nothing funny there.
Do you think a boxer is always dumb?
I read a lot. Ive just been
reading Kipling...
...if you like to know.
- Jungle Book?
Not Jungle Book.
About the British army.
And you?
I like poetry.
Alexander Blok, most of all.
Terrific lighting, huh?
Yeah. Space-like.
In my days, I used to spend evenings
before the fight at the ring.
To get in the mood.
I prefer music for that.
- Rap? Hip-hop?
- None of them. Techno.
I went to a disco once before a fight.
And there was a problem
with the locals, a real free-for-all.
With cops, too.
Next day, my right hand was raw
and huge like a melon.
You swine.
- And?
- I won anyway.
My left s like a hammer drill.
Artyom. Why do you think
I need this fight?
- Same as I do. To win.
- I want to go back.
You are me...
2O years ago.
Dont make my old mistakes.
Dont think you are the toughest...
and the worlds going to fall for you.
The world mangles the best ones first.
Promise me...
you wont get into a brawl...
or go fuck some bimbo the last night.
You must win.
Is this the pep up talk?
No. No pep up.
Just telling you the way it is.
I hear you. That guy over there...
is in for a hard fall.
Hello?
Boss.
Vagit! How you doing?
Yeah, great, man.
You have a good plan, but...
let the best man win.
I offered you my hand.
You pushed it away.
I thought you were my friend,
my partner.
It s my decision.
Im disappointed, Vagit.
Very disappointed.
It s in the boys hand now.
Good work, good work!
I believe in you, go on!
Box!
How do you like that, punk?
Give it to him!
Stop!
Youre on top form, man!
Alright, good round, buddy.
Good round.
Relax, Larry.
Artyom, listen to me.
- Keep cool.
- Dont expose yourself.
- Come on, man.
- Protect yourself.
He nearly killed you there.
And dont go for cheap