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THE FIGHTER Written
in Lowell ...
 On the night of an undercard fight in Atlantic City, Micky's scheduled opponent is ill, and a substitute is found who is 20 pounds heavier than Micky, a huge difference in professional boxing, constituting two or three weight classes. Despite Micky's reservations, his mother and brother agree so that they can all get the purse and Micky is defeated. Micky retreats from the world and forms a relationship with Charlene Fleming, a former college athlete who dropped out and became a bartender.
After several weeks, Alice arranges another fight for Micky, concerned it will turn out the same. His mother and seven sisters blame Charlene for his lack of motivation. Micky mentions he received an offer to be paid to train in Las Vegas, but Dicky says he will match the offer so he can keep training and working with his family. Dicky then tries to get money by posing his girlfriend as a prostitute and then, once she picks up a client, impersonating a police officer to steal the client's money. This is foiled by the actual police and Dicky is arrested after a chase and a fight with them. Micky tries to stop the police from beating his brother and a police officer brutally breaks his hand before arresting him. At their arraignment, Micky is released, but Dicky is sent to jail. Micky washes his hands of Dicky.
On the night of the HBO documentary's airing, Dicky's family, and Dicky himself in prison, are horrified to see it is called Crack in America how crack addiction ruined Dicky's career and life. Dicky begins training and trying to get his life together in prison. Micky is lured back into boxing by his father, who believes Alice and his stepson Dicky are bad influences. The other members of his training team and a new manager, Sal Lanano, persuade Micky to return to boxing with the explicit understanding that his mother and brother will no longer be involved. They place Micky in minor fights to help him regain his confidence. He is then offered another major fight against an undefeated up-and-coming boxer. During a prison visit, Dicky advises Micky on how best to work his opponent, but Micky feels his brother is being selfish and trying to restart his own failed career. During the actual match, Micky is nearly overwhelmed, but then implements his brother's advice and triumphs; he earns the title shot for which his opponent was being groomed.
Upon his release from prison, Dicky and his mother go to see Micky train. Assuming things are as they were, Dicky prepares to spar with his brother, but Micky informs him that he's no longer allowed per Micky's agreement with his current team. In the ensuing argument, in which Micky chastises both factions of his family, Charlene and his trainer leave in disgust. Micky and Dicky spar until Micky knocks Dicky down. Dicky storms off, presumably to get high again, and Alice chides Micky, only to be sobered when he tells her that she has always favored Dicky. Dicky returns to his crack house, where he says goodbye to his friends and heads to Charlene's apartment. He tells her that Micky needs both of them and they need to work together. After bringing everyone back together, the group goes to London for the title fight. Micky scores another upset victory and the welterweight title. The film jumps a few years ahead, with Dicky crediting his brother as the creator of his own success.
On the night of an undercard fight in Atlantic City , Micky s scheduled opponent is ill , and a substitute is found who is 20 pounds heavier than Micky , a huge difference in professional boxing , constituting two or three weight classes . Despite Micky s reservations , his mother and brother agree so that they can all get the purse and Micky is defeated . Micky retreats from the world and forms a relationship with Charlene Fleming , a former college athlete who dropped out and became a bartender . After several weeks , Alice arranges another fight for Micky , concerned it will turn out the same . His mother and seven sisters blame Charlene for his lack of motivation . Micky mentions he received an offer to be paid to train in Las Vegas , but Dicky says he will match the offer so he can keep training and working with his family . Dicky then tries to get money by posing his girlfriend as a prostitute and then , once she picks up a client , impersonating a police officer to steal the client s money . This is foiled by the actual police and Dicky is arrested after a chase and a fight with them . Micky tries to stop the police from beating his brother and a police officer brutally breaks his hand before arresting him . At their arraignment , Micky is released , but Dicky is sent to jail . Micky washes his hands of Dicky . On the night of the HBO documentary s airing , Dicky s family , and Dicky himself in prison , are horrified to see it is called Crack in America how crack addiction ruined Dicky s career and life . Dicky begins training and trying to get his life together in prison . Micky is lured back into boxing by his father , who believes Alice and his stepson Dicky are bad influences . The other members of his training team and a new manager , Sal Lanano , persuade Micky to return to boxing with the explicit understanding that his mother and brother will no longer be involved . They place Micky in minor fights to help him regain his confidence . He is then offered another major fight against an undefeated up-and-coming boxer . During a prison visit , Dicky advises Micky on how best to work his opponent , but Micky feels his brother is being selfish and trying to restart his own failed career . During the actual match , Micky is nearly overwhelmed , but then implements his brother s advice and triumphs ; he earns the title shot for which his opponent was being groomed . Upon his release from prison , Dicky and his mother go to see Micky train . Assuming things are as they were , Dicky prepares to spar with his brother , but Micky informs him that he s no longer allowed per Micky s agreement with his current team . In the ensuing argument , in which Micky chastises both factions of his family , Charlene and his trainer leave in disgust . Micky and Dicky spar until Micky knocks Dicky down . Dicky storms off , presumably to get high again , and Alice chides Micky , only to be sobered when he tells her that she has always favored Dicky . Dicky returns to his crack house , where he says goodbye to his friends and heads to Charlene s apartment . He tells her that Micky needs both of them and they need to work together . After bringing everyone back together , the group goes to London for the title fight . Micky scores another upset victory and the welterweight title . The film jumps a few years ahead , with Dicky crediting his brother as the creator of his own success .
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<b>                                 THE FIGHTER
</b>


                                 Written by

                  Scott Silver, Paul Tamasy & Eric Johnson
                         

                         
          CREDITS OVER BLACK. Gradually hear the sound of metal
          scraping against asphalt...
           TITLE: Lowell, Massachusetts - 1993

<b>                          FADE IN:
</b>
<b>          1 FIVE-CORNER INTERSECTION - LOWELL, MASSACHUSETTS - AFTERNOON.
</b>
<b>          2 FORWARD MOVING WALKING STEADICAM WIDE ANGLE POV 2
</b>          Abandoned textile mills on both sides, a two-story flat-iron
          style building splits the roads 100 yards ahead. Still hear
          metal scraping against asphalt.. .then it stops.
          BOTTOM RIGHT CORNER OF FRAME, a wheelbarrow filled with 250
          pounds of black asphalt edges into frame, followed by the guy
          sweating, struggling as he pushes it, GEORGE "MICKY" WARD
          JR., 31, short, compact, close-cropped reddish-blonde hair,
          little boy face, glancing over his shoulder, dumps the
          wheelbarrow on old cracked cement.. .picks up a scraping-
          spreading tool on a metal broom stick, and commences to
          spread out the new asphalt. Trying to complete a newly paved
          road to the right which ends in this intersection. The
          scraping tool spreading the new asphalt. Micky sweating,
          dirty from asphalt.
          Now skinny bare arms start shadowboxing around Micky working.
          Only the arms enter frame in combinations, shadow punches.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (ignoring punches, keeps

<b>                         SPREADING ASPHALT)
</b>          Will you help me finish this?
          He turns and kinda smiles as leans away with the rake, then
          slips and moves with the punches being thrown by RICHARD
          "Dicky" ECKLUND JR., 38, Micky's half-brother, skeleton-like
          arms, backwards baseball cap, shorts, work boots, enters
          frame, shadowboxing around Micky, smiles missing teeth. The
          two brothers play spar, joking, having fun. Micky throws a
          and Dicky play snaps his head back. Then Dicky does it to
          Micky. Then Micky throws an upper cut and Dicky pops his head
          up, broken toy robot.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          You knocked my block off!
          He resets his head, punches Micky.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You knocked my block off!

<b>          (C.C)NTTNTTFT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 1A.

<b>                         2 CONTINUED: 2
</b>          He resets his head, Micky throws again, Dicky mimes going
          down, then gets up immediately.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (counts like ref)
          -six, seven, eight. [takes Dicky's
          hands] Can you continue? [Dicky
          nods] Who's the president?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Five o'clock.
          Micky waves his hands like Dicky's done. Dicky throws another
          play punch and Micky hams up going down, getting knocked out,
          feet flying up in the air.

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 2.

<b>                         2 CONTINUED: (2) 2
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          He's down! Micky Ward is down! 4-
          3-2-1, it's ovah! He's out! A
          surprising ovahhand right! Dick
          Ecklund Jr. is BACK, right hereon
          HBO, ladies and gentlemen!
          PAN REVEALS, HBO documentary camerman, and a PRODUCER taping
          it all. Guys on the ROAD CREW crack up in the background.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          The Pride a Lowell is back!
          He pulls Micky up INTO A BROTHERLY ARM BUMP/HUG HANDS
          CLASPED. Micky smacks the back of Dicky's head as Dicky
          raises Micky's arm in the air like a champ.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (SHOUTS)
</b>          My brothah's gonna beat Mamby, next
          week, on ESPN, sorry HBO!
          Camera crew laughs as DICKY helps Micky up, HOLDS BROTHERS'
          ARMS IN THE AIR, E.L.O.'S 'DON'T BRING ME DOWN' starts;

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 3.

<b>                         2 CONTINUED: (3) 2
</b>
<b>          CAMERA PULLS AWAY FROM THEM FAST DOWN THE STREET LEAVING THEM
</b>
<b>          SMALL IN THE DISTANCE --
</b>
<b>          SMASH CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          3 STREETS, LOWELL - DAY 3
</b>          Dicky walks like a hero down the streets of working class
          Lowell, locals spilling out of storefronts, lunch counters,
          HBO camera following him.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (shadowboxing, moving)
          Look who's here! I'm comin' back,
          Lowell! Micky's gonna win, we got
          HBO here! Look at this --
          He walks down the street like he's running for office, people
          shouting his out his name. . .most everyone knows him...and
          even those who don't are charmed by this toothless Pied
          Piper... some look confused, surprised by his comeback, some
          hold memorabilia from his Sugar Ray Leonard fight to sign. He
          kisses a girl, laughs his missing-toothed grin. Dicky high-
          fives 19-year-old RAY RAMALHO, crew cut, body bent by
          cerebral palsy.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Ray Ray! Smile, you're gonna be in
          my movie! HBO's makin' a fuckin'
          movie about me! And my brothah's
          gonna win next week!
          He grabs Micky's arm again, they are trailed by the road crew
          guys (one holds a boom box) walking behind Dicky shaking
          their heads, smiling, following. "Don't Bring Me Down"
          continues... Everybody shouting out Dicky's name, "Dicky!"
          "Dicky!" "Dicky!" Some calling "Micky!" "Micky!" "Micky!"

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>          4 LOWELL MAN ON THE STREET INTERVIEWS. What Dicky & Micky meagh
          to the city.. .What the city is all about, broken dreams, no
          hope. . .How Micky & Dicky are both the pride of Lowell now &
          forever... TAR AND DONNA COME UP AND SAY ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT
          MY FAMILY? THAT'S NOT RIGHT. Other sisters come up asking
          questions: Pork, Little Alice. "Let's go to the bah!" Sherry
          shouts.

<b>          TIME CUT TO:
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 4.

<b>          5 THE FOXTAIL LOUNGE - COUPLES SQUARE, THE ACRE - NIGHT 5
</b>          .Dicky moves through the crowd, punches the air dancing in
          the dark crowded smoky club, old disco ball scattering light
          on gray carpeted walls, "Don't Bring Me Down" still
          playing...

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (shouts over the music)
          Meet my muthah! We're back on HBO,

<b>                         MA -
</b>          His mother, ALICE WARD, 57, caught off guard, smoking, waves
          them away, hides her face.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          NO! JESUS! I'm not ready!
          Catch a glimpse of her tough, sexy, fighter's nose, years of
          hard life, bleached-blonde hair, sucking on a Lucky Strike,
          drinking by at a white-topped table cluttered with empty beer
          bottles, overflowing ashtrays, cigarettes burning out.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (shouting over music)
          My sistahs!
          Six of Alice's seven daughters ARRIVE, look up as the camera
          pans and pauses for each one: GAIL "RED DOG" (ECKLUND)
          CARNEY, 35, skinny, red hair; SHERRY "THE BABY"; PHYLLIS
          "BEAVER" ECKLUND, 32, blonde red, tall. CATHY "PORK" ECKLUND,
          30, full breasts, bleached-blonde; "LITTLE" ALICE ECKLUND,
          31, a mini-version of Alice; DONNA (ECKLUND) JAYNES; 36,
          round face, bleached-blonde, CINDY "TAR" (ECKLUND) COOPER,
          33, wasted; and They are like a bleached blond, cigarette
          smoking Greek chorus that trails Alice everywhere. PAN FROM
          ONE TWO the next as Dicky introduces them, seeing each
          distinctive, hardened face.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (as each nods to camera)
          That's Red Dog, Sherry, the baby,
          Beavah, Pork, Little Alice, Donna,
          and Tar. They follow my muthah
          everywhere!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (Holding a napkin to his

<b>                         FACE)
</b>          I'm Mary, the eighth sister.
          Alice runs for the bathroom. Dicky chases after her through
          the crowd and the smoke and the music.

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 4A.

<b>                         5 CONTINUED: 5
</b>          Dicky grabs and pulls her onto the crowded little dance
          floor.. .Dicky and Alice dance. Micky and the sisters join in.

<b>                         (C ONTTNTJFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 5.

<b>                         5 CONTINUED: (2) 5
</b>          THROUGH THE CROWD MICKY STARES AT CHARLENE FLEMING, 25, tall
          long red hairy strong, serving drinks, guys encouragi ng her
          to do shots, hesitates, they pull her around the bar, moves
          in slight SLOW MOTION, Micky sees her ass, then her cl eavage
          when she turns, bends over to do shots with them.

<b>          SMASH CUT TO:
</b>
<b>                         6
</b>
<b>           EVERYONE SITTING TOASTING WITH DRINKS -- 6
</b>           Dicky, Alice, Little Alice, Donna, Red Dog (Gail), Beaver
          (Phyllis), Tar (Cindy), Pork
          (Cathy), HBO Producer, cameraman
          laughing sit along the wall at tables. Micky just drinks
          water and watches, from afar bartender CHARLENE FLEMING at
          the BAR.

<b>                         HBO PRODUCER
</b>          I'm confused, George's whose
          father?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (TOOTHLESS GRIN)
</b>          - Who knows how many fathahs,
          Alice ain't prejudice, she gives
          everybody a chance!
          Alice punches Dicky in the arm.

<b>                         LITTLE ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (NODS)
</b>          Dick Ecklund Sr. is Dicky's father

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 6.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: 6
</b>
<b>                         SHERRY
</b>          And Donna's, Gail's and Phyllis's
          fathah.

<b>                         SHERRY
</b>          And even though I'm an Eklund, and
          so is Cindy and Cathy, George is
          really our dad.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          George is my Poppa.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          But we got the Eklund name.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (horrified by all of this)
          Dick Ecklund and I were separated.
          It's not like I was foolin' around.
          Producer looks confused.

<b>                         TAR (CINDY)
</b>          Georgie's fingahs are so fat he
          can't dial the phone.
          Pan to George Ward, holding a roofing invoice, trying to dial
          the buttons on a pay phone next to them.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          (trying to dial pay phone)
          Shut up, Tah.
          Alice and everyone laughs. George reading the roofing
          invoice, holding the pay phone, and gives them all the
          finger. Short & fat.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          That's not helpin', George.

<b>          RED DOG (GAIL)
</b>          Look at that fat thing!
          They all crack up.

<b>          CAMERA TRACKS WITH GEORGE WALKING WITH MICKY A STEP TOWARD
</b>
<b>          THE BAR, STARING AT CHARLENE THE BARTENDER TENDING BAR 15-
</b>
<b>          FEET AWAY.
</b>
<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          You can't beat that ass, come on.
          George pats his son's shoulder as he stands behind Micky at
          the bar, both looking at Charlene. Awkward.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 6aA.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (2)
</b>
<b>                         6
</b>          She glances up at him once in the midst of her bartending.
          He doesn't say anything. She ignores him. It's awkward.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (works, not looking)
          Are you gonna say anything? Are you
          gonna order a drink? Are you gonna
          just stand there lookin' at my ass?
          Your father looks at my ass but at
          least he talks.
          Micky looks at her.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (works not looking)
          He thinks you're the greatest, but
          he didn't tell me you're mute.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You're Kenny Fleming's sistah.

<b>                         (RUNTTNTTRT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 6A.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (3)
</b>
<b>                         6
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (works, not looking)
          Oh, you talk. You pave streets,
          right?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I do, and I'm a fightah.

<b>                         (CONTTNTTPD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 7.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (4)
</b>
<b>                         6
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (works, not looking)
          I heard you're a steppin' stone.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          A steppin' stone?! I'm no steppin'
          stone. What do you mean steppin'
          stone?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (finally turns and looks)
          The guy -- they use -- against
          othah fightahs to move the othah
          fightahs up.
          Micky and Charlene stare at each other. He is taken aback.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Maybe I had a few -- tough fights,
          but that's not who I am. [she
          stares at him, gauging him]. Next's
          gonna show who I am.

<b>                         DRUNK GUY
</b>          (shouts from behind Micky)
          He's gonna lose again! [Micky looks
          away, pissed, like he's gonna
          leave]. Scotch & soda one for me
          and one for Charlene, move that
          sugar ass and get the drinks!
          Micky suddenly slaps the guy fast twice with one hand, the
          guy kinda falls to the bar.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Be nice! Be respectful. Don't
          disrespect her.
          Charlene watches, slightly turned on.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (jumps in front of Micky)
          Don't hurt ya hands, we got a fight
          next week!
          (turns to the drunk)
          - What you say to my bruthah? What
          you say to me?
          OTHER BARTENDER plunks down the drunk's drinks.

<b>                         DRUNK GUY
</b>          (peaking above the bar)
          I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Micky.

<b>                         ( CCNTTNTTPD 1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 7A.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (5)
</b>
<b>                         6
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          And whatta ya say to me?

<b>                         DRUNK GUY
</b>          I'm sorry, Dicky.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (to Charlene, hugs Micky's

<b>                         SHOULDERS)
</b>          That's right, and I'm takin' ya
          drink. My bruthah's gonna beat
          Saoul Mamby! This guy's gonna be a
          champion, he's a great guy, a great
          fightah.

<b>                         (NNNTTNT7RT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 8.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (6) 6
</b>          He takes the guy's drinks, kisses smiling Micky on the cheek.
          Charlene stares.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          That's my big brothah. Taught me
          everything i know. HBO's doin' a
          movie about 'im.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Everybody's talkin' about it. But
          who are YOU fightin'? Saoul, Sal,
          Saul? Mamby, Mamby. Momby. What
          kinda name is Saoul Mamby?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Black. And Jewish.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Where'd they find a guy like that?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          He's no joke, Formah World Champ.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Formah champ.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          But I match up good against him.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          What's that mean?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm lightah, not gonna brawl him,
          I'm gonna outbox him.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          I didn't know there was a
          difference.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Brawl, ya slug it out, I hit you,
          you hit me; boxin', like a chess
          game, I pick my punches to take him
          down. I'm gonna go head, body,
          head, body, see I go up his side, I
          hit him here, arm comes down, I go
          back up [demonstrates on her,
          close, looks at her shy] I'd like
          to maybe take you out some time.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTIFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 8aA.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (7) 6
</b>          Charlene smiles at Micky's awkwardness, drinks. A DRUNK GUY
          squeezes her around the shoulders, she shoves him off, turns
          away, guarded, takes care of business other side of bar.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Are you married?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Married? Would I ask you out if I
          was married?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          It happens all the time, trust me.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm not married. I wanna get to
          know you bettah. I could take you
          to dinnah and a movie, how 'bout
          that? I'm not married. I got a
          daughtah I see every othah weekend.
          Let me take you out.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          When?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Saturday I get back from Atlantic
          City.

<b>                         (CC)NTTNTTRD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 8A.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (8)
</b>
<b>                         6
</b>          She holds his gaze a moment. She picks up a pen and starts
          to write on a white cocktail napkin. She writes "Charlene"
          and her number on the napkin, then draws a lopsided heart
          around it.

<b>                         MICKY (CONT'D)
</b>          (takes the napkin, smiles)
          Next Saturday. Dinnah and a movie.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 9.

<b>                         6 CONTINUED: (9) 6
</b>          A fight breaks out next to Micky, jostling him but he remains
          oblivious, happily reading the napkin. George, cigarette
          dangling from his lips, claps for Micky.

<b>          SMASH CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          7 RAMALHO'S WEST END GYM - RING, 1ST FLOOR - NEXT DAY 7
</b>          Micky jumps rope in the ring, stops, sweating, moves around
          the ring. HBO producer sits bored, looks at his watch.
          Dilapidated gym, peeling paint, exposed pipes. Owner, ART
          RAMALHO, 60s, pushed-in nose, starts working a couple kids on
          old duct-taped heavy bags, speed bags, including JOSE
          SANTANA, 20s, middleweight. Micky, sweating, leans on the
          ropes, glances at the clock, 11:25.
           EXPLOSIVE LAUGHTER AND CACKLES of WOMEN - Micky looks across
          gym: 4 SISTERS LAUGH UPROARIOUSLY AS HBO Cameraman tapes.

<b>                         HBO CAMERAMAN
</b>
<b>                         (SMILING)
</b>          Why is Gail the toughest?

<b>                         SHERRY
</b>          Cuz she's quiet, but she'll
          straighten anyone out.
          Gail makes a fist, cracks up, covers her missing teeth.

<b>                         HBO CAMERAMAN
</b>          Whose your mother's favorite?

<b>                         TAR
</b>          The princesses.

<b>                         SHERRY
</b>          The girls.
          They all crack up.

<b>                         RED DOG
</b>          They never had to do nothin', never
          take out the garbage, or clean--

<b>                         SHERRY
</b>          You can never wake 'em up, shhh,
          the babies ah sleepin'.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          That's cuz we hadda train! Come on!

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 9A.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: 7
</b>
<b>                         SHERRY
</b>          [STARTS CRYING] This is ah family
          and they're makin' a movie, it's us

<b>                         (MNTTNTTPD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 10.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: (2) 7
</b>
<b>                         RED DOG
</b>          She's the baby, Sherry's the baby,
          very emotional.

<b>                         TAR
</b>          Ah mothah's excited about the
          movie, Dicky comin' back. And we
          hope Micky wins (crosses herself).

<b>          SMASH CUT TO:
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (MID-INTERVIEW)
</b>          Dicky's six years older than me.
          (pause) I used to carry his bags
          (pause) to his workouts, some of
          his fights. He's a born fighter,
          very natural talent. I always hadda
          work harder, and he's been my
          teacher. He's -- ya know - [real
          love] Dicky, nobody talks like him,
          moves like him, he fought Sugar Ray
          Leonard, ten rounds, he's the hero
          of Lowell. Everybody knows Dicky.

<b>                         HBO PRODUCER
</b>          He's s'pposed to be trainin' you
          right now, right? Is he still
          coming or did we mix this up?

<b>                         SISTERS
</b>
<b>                         (OS)
</b>          He'll be here -- should be --

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          He kinda goes on his own schedule
          sometimes. He'll be here. --

<b>                         MICKY O'KEEFE
</b>
<b>                         (OS)
</b>          You know where he is --
          They turn and look: MICKEY O'KEEFE, 50, COP IN UNIFORM, walks
          up to the ring. Sisters react with bit of surprise, drama.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          You gotta fight next week, Micky,
          you gotta be trainin' on time.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          He'll be here.
          ( C'.C)NTTNTT1 fl )

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 10A.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: (3) 7
</b>
<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Come on, I can do the mits for ya,
          but then I gotta get back to work.
          He jumps into the ring and holds the mits for Micky who hits
          them, they work the mits. Sisters whisper, gossip.
          Suddenly the door bursts open, EVERYONE LOOKS: Alice, made
          un, hair done, high heels, gold earrings, new dress, grand
          entrance with Dicky's scrapbooks under her arm...Two more
          daughters, Little Alice and Beaver, follow her. She stops
          when she sees the camera guys look up, unprepared.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What's he doin'? Where's Dicky?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Look at Alice! All dressed up for
          the movie!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Outta the ring, O'Keefe, you can't
          do what my Dicky does!

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Your Dicky ain't here, Alice.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (LAUGHING)
</b>          Where could he possibly be, Ma?
          Undah the cabbage patch?

<b>                         (CC)NTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 11.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: (4) 7
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (to the crew, laughing)
          Oh, Micky. Micky's a clown. Dicky
          went to the store for me.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Yeah. He'll be here.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Get outta the ring, O'Keefe,
          Dicky's the numbah one trainah,
          should be that way in the movie.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Jesus, I come by to help! I gotta
          go back to work anyhow, it ain't
          fair to Micky. He needs to be
          trainin'. He's not bein' handled
          right.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (waves off HBO producer)
          Don't -- he's not part of this,
          forget him. He's numbah two man

<b>          O'KEEFE LEAVES UNDER ALICE'S GAZE; MICKY LOOKS KIND OF LAUGHS
</b>
<b>          TO HIMSELF SHAKING HIS HEAD. THEN EXHALES, SERIOUS, LOOKING
</b>
<b>          DOWN, BIT FRUSTRATED..
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          You need me walkin' in again?
          (turns back to the door)
          - I wasn't ready last night, but
          I'm ready today.

<b>                         SISTERS
</b>
<b>                         (LAUGHING)
</b>          She's all dressed up! Look at her!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Alice is dressed up.
          Producer nods for cameraman to turn to door. ALICE RE-ENTERS.
           Alice turns to an old framed BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOGRAPH on
          the wall ...A row of 14 year old boys posed in fighter's robes
          and gloves.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          That's the Golden Gloves, before
          that the Silvah Mittens, Micky did
          that too. Micky used to follow his
          big brothah everywhere, Dicky
          taught ya everything, right, honey?

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 11A.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: (5) 7
</b>          Micky raises eyebrows, nods.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          He's not only a great fighter, he's
          also a pretty great trainer.

<b>                         (C ONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 12.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: (6)
</b>
<b>                          7
</b>
<b>                          ALICE
</b>           (eyes lighting up)
           My Dicky had went pro at 12,
           Rockingham Race Track with a 26
           year old jockey. Both weighed 106
           pounds. Dicky lied he was 18.
          In the ring, push in on Micky looks up, eyes wide.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Tell 'im about Sugar Ray, Ma.
          Dicky knocked down Sugar Ray
          Leonard.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (NODS)
</b>          In '78 -- we got the offah to fight
          Sugah Ray Leonahd.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          He just won the Gold Medal at the
          Olympics, Sugar Ray. He was the,
          ya know, the big new welter weight
          at that time.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          And Dicky was just a kid from
          Lowell.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Dicky was undefeated!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Dicky had never been knocked down
          in his professional career, neither
          had Sugar Ray. They were both 21-
          yeahs-old.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          It was Dicky's first ten roundah.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (PAUSES)
</b>          I know ya could question the
          judgement, first ten roundah
          against Sugar Ray Leonard, right?
          But as his managah, how could I not
          take a Sugah Ray? Do you see what
          I'm saying? It was the biggest
          thing that evah happened to Lowell.

<b>                         (MNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 12A.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: (7) 7
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          It was huge. People still talk
          about it to this day. It was a
          great fight.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>          AHT! WHERE'S YA VIDEO AT?
</b>
<b>          ACTUAL GRAINY 1978 VIDEOTAPE OF HBO OLD-FASHIONED COLOR
</b>
<b>          GRAPHICS INTRODUCE THE FIGHT. ALICE BEING INTERVIEWED.
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          ( 15 years earlier, already

<b>                          HALF-IN-THE-BAG)
</b>          Tonight my son is gonna surprise
          everybody and beat Sugar Ray
          Leonard. Believe it, I know it.
          Micky and Sugar Ray are described over HBO clips.

<b>          BACK TO ALICE AT THE GYM NOW:
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          It's true! Sugar Ray had a hard
          time hitting Dickie, didn't really
          knock him down, but Dicky knocked
          Ray down! I wore a new white
          dress. This fight was gonna change
          our lives forevah, and it did.
          BACK TO VIDEOTAPE, 2ND ROUND, Dicky, 21, bobbing moving
          versus Sugar Ray, 21. Hear Don Dunphy & Larry Merchant,
          "Ecklund is fast, Larry. If his goal is to frustrate Leonard,
          he's doing it. Leonard still hasn't solved his speed, still
          hasn't been able to find him, I think in his own cute way
          Ecklund is making Leonard be the aggressor.."

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFM
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 13.

<b>                         7 CONTINUED: (8) 7
</b>          BACK TO THE TAPE, Sugar Ray seems to either punch or pull
          Dicky to the mat. "Ecklund smiling again, Ecklund is down!
          Let's see if they call that a knock down." Dicky pops right
          back up and they go to separate corners. "Let's see if they
          call that a knock down. Nope, not a knockdown. And the bell
          rings." "I didn't think that was a knockdown, Don." "I didn't
          think so either Larry, he was wrestled down. Not a
          knockdown."

<b>          8 LIVING ROOM - CRACK HOUSE, 48 SMITH STREET - DAY 8
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (shakes his head, holding
          crack smoke in)
          Wasn't a knockdown.
          Dicky kneeling smoking a crack pipe. He exhales crack smoke
          as he pops back to his feet where he bounces on his toes like
          a fighter opposite GARY "BOOBOO" GIUFFRIDA, 40, a goofy
          looking chubby crackhead, rotting teeth, trucker's hat;
          WOLFIE, long sideburns, sunken eyes, 35.
          Dicky inhales again from pipe, a refashioned plastic soda
          bottle, lit with a Bic lighter. He starts sparring BooBoo.
          SINGLE ON Dicky OVER BOOBOO'S SHOULDER, actual audio in his
          head from the fight: "Ecklund has a bit of a reputation for
          being a fast-liver, Don." "A what?" "A fast-liver. And they
          think, at least Angelo said he thought that's what has held
          him back. But of course with an opportunity like this perhaps
          he's slowed down his living a little bit."

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (holding white dog)
          BooBoo put ya hands up, stand like
          Sugah Ray I gotta get ready for my
          movie!

<b>                         BOOBOO
</b>          Why they doin' a fuckin' movie on
          you?

<b>                         KAREN
</b>
<b>                         (CAMDODIAN ACCENT)
</b>          Legend-a Lowell, BooBoo! Comeback!
          Come on!
          (CnNTTNTTF.D )

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 14.

<b>                         8 CONTINUED: 8
</b>          Karen, 33, Dicky's Cambodian girlfriend, sitting on a stained
          suede couch with BECKY, 31, dirty blonde hair; BONNIE, tall,
          35, mid-drift, high, moving, in the background. Dicky shadow
          boxes BooBoo, while holding white dog.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I stahted the ovahhand right in the
          8th. Slippin' his left, settin'
          him up for the knockdown in the
          9th.

<b>          FAST CUTS OF BOOBOO, WOLFIE, KAREN, BRENDA, BONNIE, WATCHING
</b>          Dicky IN SUSPENSE. PUSH IN ON Dicky'S FACE, HEAR ACTUAL FIGHT
          AUDIO IN HIS HEAD -- FLASH TO ACTUAL FOOTAGE, Dicky KNOCKS
          SUGAR RAY DOWN. BACK TO Dicky ACTS IT OUT ON BOOBOO, WHO GOES

<b>          DOWN ACTING IN SLOW MOTION:
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          THERE IT IS! First knock downa
          Sugar Ray's career!

<b>                         WOLFIE
</b>          (snaps to rare moment of

<b>                         LUCIDITY)
</b>          Ain't ya 'sposed to be trainin'
          Micky in the movie right now?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                          (SHADOWBOXING BOOBOO)
</b>          That's not til 9.

<b>                         BECKY
</b>          It's 11:45, Dick.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What?!

<b>          SMASH CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          9 48 SMITH ST., CRACK HOUSE - DOWNTOWN, LOWELL - DAY 9
</b>          They scramble looking for the car.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Where'd you fuckin' pahk the cah,
          BooBoo?

<b>                         BOOBOO
</b>          I didn't pahk it, you did!
          They are on the street of row houses, CAMBODIAN IMMIGRANTS.
          ( C'.ONTTNTTF.n 1

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 15.

<b>                         9 CONTINUED: 9
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Fuckit, I'll run, I need the

<b>                         ROADWORK -
</b>          Dicky starts running down the street ...BooBoo shakes his
          head, "roadwork?"...Wolfie staring after Dicky in shock.

<b>                         BOOBOO
</b>          Roadwork?! Are you crazy?

<b>                         WOLFIE
</b>          He runs great even when he's high.

<b>          10 STREETS - DOWNTOWN, LOWELL - DAY 10
</b>          .Dicky runs in his crack clothes, shorts, work
          boots... .Dicky runs in his crack clothes, shorts, work boots,
          throwing punches in the air. HE PASSES A 'WARD ROOFING' TRUCK
          and WAVES to his father GEORGE WARD ON A ROOF WITH WORKMAN.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (RUNNING)
</b>          Hey, Pappa!
          George looks up as he kneels, roofing, and sees Dicky. Kids
          run after him shouting.

<b>          11 RAMALHO'S WEST END GYM - 1ST FLOOR - DAY 11
</b>          HBO camera crew in the background filming Micky working the
          heavy bag, boom-boom-boom-boom! Tinny radio blares 'Voices
          Carry' by Til Tuesday. ALICE LOOKS THROUGH SCRAP BOOKS WITH

<b>          THE SISTERS WHO LAUGH AND CHAT.
</b>          Dicky BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR sweating out-of-breath, yet
          still goes into his trademark pimp stroll. Nobody turns,
          Micky's punches and radio too loud. His mouth drops, sees the
          camera filming Micky.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Quackah!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Quackah! Look who decided to show
          up, Dicky Donuts.

<b>          ALICE AND SISTERS
</b>          Ahh! Dicky! Quackah!

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFM
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 16.

<b>                         11 CONTINUED:
</b>
<b>                         11
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (notices Alice's hair,

<b>                         TOUCHES IT)
</b>          - This is nice.
          She slaps his hand away half coyly.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (walks over to the HBO
          camera, laughs)
          You been talkin' to the camera,
          Mick? Introduce everybody!
          (laughs, points at Carlos)
          Hoppy cut!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (throws upper cut)
          -Hoppy cut!
          CARLOS GARCIA, 50, short, Puerto Rican, points back, laughs

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Goncho, goncho, no goo' for yooou,
          Deeckie, no goo' for youuu!'

<b>                         CARLOS
</b>          (thick Puerto Rican
          accent, nods)
          No goo for you, Deeckie!
          Micky cracks up. Ray Ramalho, cerebral palsey limps up to
          Dicky, high-fives him.

<b>                         RAY RAMALHO
</b>          Dickyeeeee!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Ray-Ray!
          (sweetly holds Ray's head
          to his to teach him)
          Put ya hands like this, turn that
          punch. Turn it. Ya ready for the
          camrahs?
          Micky's stands waiting, watching Dicky putting on a show.
          It's always the Dicky show.

<b>                         HBO PRODUCER
</b>
<b>                         (TO MICKY)
</b>          Are you annoyed that Dicky's late?
          Micky smiles, fades, a little annoyed, sorta covers.

<b>                         ( C:ONTTNURD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 16A.

<b>                         11 CONTINUED: (2) 11
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Micky, how do ya make a girl sound
          just like a porpoise?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I don't know, how?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>           Ya go for the back door [Looks over
           his shoulder, shakes his head
          'no' ]" "Eh-Eh! Eh-Eh!' [Everyone
          cracks up] I had a lot of eggs this
          mornin' I'm full of yokes!
          Micky laughs as he punch/taps Dicky in the ribs.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (holds his back)
          My back! My back!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (laughing, mimics Dicky)
          "My back! My back! I'm full a
          yokes!" Quackah!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          We got Saoul Mamby. Jewish, black,
          formah World Champ. I think we got
          all the bases covahed, right?
          (laughs) Micky lost three fights in
          a row, he can't get used to losin',
          it becomes a mental thing, we're
          gonna break it with Mamby, right?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Yeah, let's train!

<b>                         (CONTTNTTRD
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 17.

<b>                         11 CONTINUED: (3)
</b>
<b>                         11
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Enough a you wastin' time, Mick,
          half the fuckin' day's gone, we got
          work to do!
          Micky glares at Dicky like he's going to fucking hit him.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Oooh, Alice, he's mad now, look at
          him. Ya hit one those guys like ya
          wanna hit me right now maybe ya
          woulda won one of them fights!
          (laughs to HBO producer) See? He's
          a quiet guy, he needs the fire.

<b>          SMASH CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          12 RING, RAMALHO'S GYM - DAY
</b>
<b>                         12
</b>          Micky, mad, motivated, works mits with Dicky. As they flow
          together, Dicky's movement is, impressive, fluid and more
          intense.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (calls out combinations)
          Work, work, head, body, head, body.
          [To camera] Set it up sneaky,
          switches stances inside. No!
          [shoves Micky] That's too far out,
          switch inside, see, he switches
          outside, I'm gonna catch him like
          this, [upper cuts Micky, nails
          him], don't switch OUTSIDE!
          Micky, mad, throws a fast combination back but Dicky leans on
          the ropes and SLIPS IT ALL, clinches Micky, smiles at camera,
          pops his hips forward.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (CLINCHING)
</b>          Gimme Jose!

<b>          SMASH CUT TO:
</b>          .Micky sparring Jose in the ring, headgear, mouthpiece.
          Dicky on the apron, shouting out instructions. Alice and his
          sisters standing behind him. HBO documentary camera filming.
          (CC)NTTNT7Fn )

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 18.

<b>                         12 CONTINUED: 12
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (shouting at Micky)
          Micky does everythin' I tell him,
          he's goin' all the way to a world
          title! Now move, that's why you
          dropped the weight! We're gonna out
          box Mamby. [Now to Producer] Three
          months. I can get myself back in
          shape in three months.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (hand on Dicky's shoulder)
          My Dicky can do anything!
          Micky looks over annoyed.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Hook-- Head-Body-Head! C'mon!
          That's ya fuckin' combo, head-body-
          head!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Dicky taught him that!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (throwing the combo himself)
          Ya know Sugah Ray's gonna be there
          callin' the fight for ESPN. I ain't
          seen him since since I knocked 'im
          down 14 yeahs ago.
          (shouts at Micky in ring)
          You don't wanna embarrass yaself in
          front a Sugah Ray, do ya Mick?!
          Micky scowls at them, gets inside, unloads a vicious hook to
          Gilberto's ribs. Jose crumples down to the canvas.
          .Micky's eyes go wide as he looks down at Jose on the
          ground. Micky's surprised himself, that was good!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          That's ya punch, Micky.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTRD)
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 19.

<b>                         12 CONTINUED: (2)
</b>
<b>                         12
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (nods, clapping)
          Both my boys are gonna do it!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (hiding a young smile)
          Hey Jose, I'm sorry. [helps Jose

<b>                         UP]
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          That's a kidney punch, shuts the
          whole body down. Right heah -
          [pokes HBO producer on the spot and
          he bends over in pain, Dicky
          laughs].

<b>          13 STREET, RAMALHO'S GYM - DUSK 13
</b>           .Micky & Dicky head out of the gym, showered, dressed, hair
           still wet. Alice walking up ahead of them heading for her
          ' 88 white Lincoln Continental parked on the street, Little
          Alice and Beaver (Phyllis) following after her. HBO cameras
          gone.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (energized, hopeful)
          I feel good. I feel lightah.

<b>                         DICKY (CONT'D)
</b>          You look good! You can definitely
          do this. You look good in there,
          Micky, real good. [false teeth
          sideways, crazy face]. I'm Saoul
          Mamby, Micky Ward hit me -
          Dicky arm around Micky, walks up to Alice at her car, Little
          Alice and Beaver getting inside. He shoves his dentures coo-
          coo sideways --

<b>                         (RLNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 19A.

<b>                         13 CONTINUED:
</b>
<b>                         13
</b>          Micky smiles as Dicky acts crazier, zinging him in the sides
          a little; Micky zings him back, two brothers, they mash into
          Alice and sisters and against the car, all laughing, Dicky
          tickles Alice.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 20.

<b>                         13 CONTINUED: (2) 13
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (scrunches her neck &
          shoulder, squirms away

<b>                         LAUGHING)
</b>          I can't stand that, Dicky, JESUS,

<b>          STOP!
</b>
<b>          14 ' 89 SILVER FORD TEMPO (MOVING) - NASHUA, NEW HAMPSHIRE - DAM
</b>          .Micky driving his banged-up old car, parking in the
          driveway of a large beautiful house, upper-class
          neighborhood.

<b>          15 EXT. BEAUTIFUL HOUSE - FRONT DOOR - DAY 15
</b>
          Micky knocking on the door. His ex-girlfriend's husband,
          JIMMY, 45, well off, answers the door.

<b>                         LAURIE'S HUSBAND
</b>
<b>                         (WHISPERS)
</b>          Micky, how's it goin'? Ya know I
          don't think Laurie's expecting --
          LAURIE CARROLL, 32, dirty blonde, thin walks up.

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>          What's he doing here? This isn't
          your visitation day, Micky.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I just wanna say hi to Kasie.

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>          It's not your day, goodbye.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm not around next weekend --

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>          Now you're ditchin' the days you DO
          have?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I have a fight I told you that. (To
          Jimmy) Jimmy --

<b>                         ( NNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 21.

<b>                         15 CONTINUED: 15
</b>
<b>                         JIMMY
</b>          I can't get in the middle.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm asking YOU, Jimmy. I can't talk
          to her, so I'm asking YOU.

<b>                         JIMMY
</b>          Kasie, talk to your father.
          .Micky's daughter, KASIE WARD, 10, curly hair, cute, comes
          up to the door, hugs her father hello.

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>          Goddamnit, Jimmy!

<b>                         JIMMY
</b>          Don't put me in the middle-a this

<b>                         KASIE
</b>          (through the doorway)
          Daddy's gotta fight Saoul Mamby-

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          That's right, and I wanna tell ya
          that after I win --

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>          Talk to her on your days!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm gonna staht makin' good money

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>          Hah! That's a good one!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'll move to a biggah apahtment so
          you can live with me more days like
          we talked about.

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>          Don't hold ya breath, Kasie. It's
          cruel to mislead ya child, Micky.
          She closes the door, arguing inside with Jimmy.

<b>                         KASIE
</b>          (shouts through door)
          Good luck, Daddy!
          ( C'.nNTTNTTFD )

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 22.

<b>                         15 CONTINUED: (2) 15
</b>
<b>                          MICKY
</b>           (shouts to door)
           Thanks, Kasie.

<b>          16 EXT. MICKY'S APARTMENT ABOVE GARAGE - MORNING - LATER IN THIB
</b>

<b>                         WEEK
</b>          Micky's apartment above a two-car garage, next to a gray
          Victorian house, lower-class neighborhood.

<b>          17 BEDROOM, MICKY'S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING 17
</b>          Micky fixes himself in the mirror, straightening his button-
          down shirt, wears an ill-fitting sports coat, looks like a
          little boy playing dress up. Suitcase open on his bed. This
          is it, the day before the big fight.

<b>          18 ' 89 SILVER FORD TEMPO (MOVING) - LOWER HIGHLANDS, LOWELL -18
</b>
<b>                         EARLY MORNING
</b>          Micky parks in front of his parents' house; a limo out front.
          Micky opens the door, grabs his suitcase...

<b>          19 ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - 28 HAWTHORNE ST., 19
</b>
<b>          LOWER HIGHLANDS - EARLY MORNING
</b>          Alice checks her hair, smooths her dress in the mirror.
          George, dressed nicely, struggles to close their suitcase on
          the bed, whistling. Both smiling, excited about the day, the
          fight. LITTLE Dicky, 5, redhead, Dicky's son, runs in,
          followed by Pork.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (embraces Little Dicky)
          Little Dicky, listen to Mummy, you
          be good for ya Aunt Cathy so ya
          daddy can help ya Uncle Micky win a
          fight, OK?

<b>          20 LIMOUSINE (PARKED) - ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - EARLY 20
</b>
<b>                         MORNING
</b>          .Micky, Alice, George, Pork, Sherry, and Red Rog standing
          around the limousine. All dressed nice for their travel.
          They exchange looks. George shakes his head and mutters
          something to himself. No sign of fucking Dicky.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (lowers his voice)
          It's none a my business, but I been
          goin' to meetin's, and they say let
          go and let Gahd. You don't need
          this shit, Micky. Let's just go
          without 'im.

<b>                         (RONTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 23.

<b>                         20 CONTINUED: 20
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (looks down at his feet)
          - thanks, Mick, but Dicky taught me
          everything, he's been in my cornah,
          ya know. I can't do it without 'im.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          You're already doin' it without
          him.

<b>          A21 EXT. CRACK HOUSE - EARLY MORNING A21
</b>
          Micky walks down the driveway of the crack house as Alice
          walks up to the front porch.

<b>          21 CRACK HOUSE, 2ND FLOOR - LIVING ROOM - EARLY MORNING 21
</b>          .Dicky open mouth makes out with Karen, his Cambodian
          girlfriend, BooBoo sits next to them smoking crack. They've
          been up for days, eyes racing, high.

<b>                         WOLFIE
</b>          (shouts from downstairs)
          Dicky, YOUR MUTHUAH'S OUTSIDE!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (real fear in his eyes)
          I'm not here!
           Bonnie laughs as Dicky rushes for an open window in the back
           of the kitchen, 2nd floor of the crack house. Dicky climbs
           out the window and jumps...

<b>          22 BACK ALLEY, CRACK HOUSE 22
</b>          .Dicky flying, falling... lands hard on top of some garbage
          bags...Bounces onto the filthy ground. He rolls over, his
          back fucked. Stumbles up to his feet, grimacing...
          Micky stands there waiting in the back yard, watching.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          What the fuck are you doin'?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (WHISPERS)
</b>          Don't tell Ma I'm here, pick me up
          back at the house, I'll go through
          the yahds -

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          We gotta go to the airport now.
          You know how important this fight
          is.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 23aA.

<b>                         22 CONTINUED:
</b>
<b>                         22
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (WHISPERS)
</b>          Pick me up at the house!
          Micky gives Dicky a boost onto a fence to climb over.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (BOOSTING DICKY)
</b>          Hurry up, she's out front, and we
          gotta flight to catch.
          But as Dicky struggles to climbing over, George comes
          charging toward them.

<b>                         (CONTTNTIFT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 23A.

<b>                         22 CONTINUED: (2)
</b>
<b>                         22
</b>
<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 24.

<b>                         22 CONTINUED: (3)
</b>
<b>                         22
</b>
<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          This is what you do to ya brothah
          the day we travel?
          George pulls Dicky off the fence, swings at him with a big
          punch; Dicky slips the punch and nails George in the eye with
          an overhand right, George goes down. Micky rolls his eyes.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Could we please just go to the
          airport for once?
          Alice comes around the corner.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (SCREAMS)
</b>          Ohmygawd, Dicky, why do you come to
          this place?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (walks her, arm around)
          No, no, I just came to check on
          some friends, I'm not mixed up in
          this.
          Micky looks at his mother in disbelief, his father down on
          the ground behind him... . his brother high out of his mind.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Help ya husband up, Alice. Ya
          husband's on the ground there.
          Instead Dicky helps Alice up the driveway to the limo. Micky
          helps his father to his feet.

<b>                         23 LIMOUSINE (PARKED)
</b>
<b>           - CRACK HOUSE - MORNING 23
</b>          Everybody sits in the limo in silence looking out different
          windows as Micky helps George settle into his seat and hands
          him a can of Coke George holds to his punched eye.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Close the door.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Hold on.
          BOO BOO STARTS TO CLIMB IN, 'COSMO' written on forehead.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          What the fuck is he doin' here?

<b>                         ( NNTTNTIFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 25.

<b>                         23 CONTINUED: 23
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          We got a promotional thing we're
          doin', for the bar, it's gonna be
          good, you'll see.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          No. That's distracting for Micky.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Nobody asked you!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          No. No BooBoo.
          BooBoo looks to Dicky who rolls his eyes; BooBoo leaves.
          Micky stares in disbelief.

<b>          24 RESORTS INTERNATIONAL CASINO - ATLANTIC CITY - DAY 24
</b>          Alice leads Dicky, Micky, George, Mickey O'Keefe through the
          ringing slot machines of a casino.

<b>          25 MICKY HOTEL'S ROOM - RESORTS INTERNATIONAL - NEXT MORNING 25
</b>          Next morning, day of the fight. Micky & Dicky hanging out in
          Micky's room, sitting on the bed watching a video of "Mamby
          vs Meekins" on TV.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (excited, jumps up off the
          bed, showing Micky)
          See his right ahm goes leaves his
          side open, light him up like a
          pinball machine, he'll be pissin'
          blood, no way you lose, no way -
          .Alice and LOU GOLD, 40s, balding, mustache, the matchmaker
          for ESPN, walk into the room, "Mamby vs Meekins" still
          playing on TV. Alice looks serious.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (stretches out his back)
          ESPN couldn't get us bettah rooms
          than this, Lou?

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          I wouldn't worry about the rooms,
          Dicky, we gotta bigger issue.

<b>                         ( NNTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 26.

<b>                         25 CONTINUED:
</b>
<b>                         25
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Like what?

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (SADLY)
</b>          The doctor won't let Mamby fight.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Why not?

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          He's got the flu.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Mamby got the flu?!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          feels his whole fight plan go out the window.

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          We can still have a fight, Micky.
          Micky stares at him.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          With who?

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          Mike Mungin.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Mike Who? Mungin?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          The guy from Philly, ain't he in
          prison?

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          He's been out a few months. It's
          the only guy we could find, I
          called everybody.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          The last few fights were rough,
          Lou, this one's 'sposed to be a
          little easiah.

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          The guy just got off the couch
          today, it's an easy win for Micky.
          Dicky and Alice nod, Micky unsure.

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          Joey Ferrell knocked this guy out.
          (C_nNTTNTTT?T)1

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 27.

<b>                         25 CONTINUED: (2) 25
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Micky knocked out Joey Ferrell.

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          Exactly, and Mungin just got off
          the couch. He can't make weight, of
          course, he's a bit over.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          How over?

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          Maybe 162, 165.

<b>                          MICKY
</b>
<b>                          (EYES WIDE)
</b>
<b>          165?
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          He's a fuckin' middleweight, Ron!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Micky got light! He's 146!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          We're gonna box Mamby, not slug it
          out with a middleweight!

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          He's fat! He just got off the
          couch!

<b>                         DICKIE
</b>          (exhales, thinks)
          OK. And Joey Ferrell knocked him
          out. I gotcha.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Hold on, 165's big.

<b>                         DICKIE
</b>          You knocked out Joey Ferrell.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          So what? The guy's a middleweight.

<b>                         DICKIE
</b>          He just got off the couch.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          He's 20 pounds bigger than me.

<b>                         (CONTTNIWN 1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 27A.

<b>                         25 CONTINUED: (3) 25
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Joey Ferrell knocked him out! You
          knocked out Joey Ferrell.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You just said that.

<b>                         DICKIE
</b>          You can't be scared.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          How 'bout you go fight him? He's a
          middleweight.

<b>                         DICKIE
</b>          He's fat. You knocked out Joey
          Ferrell.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          How many times ya gonna say I
          knocked out Joey Ferrell? A beats B
          B beats C so A can beat C? But what
          if it rains that day, anything
          could happen --

<b>                         LOU GOLD
</b>          You don't fight, nobody gets paid.
          Whoa. Micky sees Alice and Dicky looking at him.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          OK. Joey Ferrell knocked this guy
          out. And I knocked out Joey
          Ferrell.
          They all nod.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          You gotta pay us somethin' extra
           for the change, Lou. [He nods]

<b>          26 AUDITORIUM - RESORTS INTERNATIONAL - 26
</b>          TITLE: Ward vs. Mungin - Resorts International, Atlantic
          City. MICKY CLIMBS INTO THE RING WHILE WE HEAR ALICE DIALOG

<b>          OS ENDING PREVIOUS NEGOTIATION.
</b>          Micky's in white trunks, robe with "'Irish' Micky Ward" on
          the back, following Dicky, Mickey O'Keefe, 2nd in the corner,
          cutman ED ALIANO. Micky sees his name spelled wrong on the
          back of the white corner men jackets, "Mickey Ward."

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I don't spell my name with an 'e.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTF N'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 28.

<b>                         26 CONTINUED: 26
</b>
<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Don't fuckin' ask me. I just take
          what ya give me.
          O'Keefe turns back to Micky who's staring at MIKE "MACHINE
          GUN" MUNGIN, 27, 5'9", 158 lbs, red trunks, in the opposite
          corner: HUGE, and in prison shape, big biceps, shoulders,
          neck. Micky's eyes widen with fear.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          That guy's not a welter weight.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (whispers to his brother)
          Dicky, look at that guy.
          .Dicky's not listening, waving to the HBO cameraman filming
          ringside... sees SUGAR RAY LEONARD, now 38, sitting ringside,
          calling the fight for ESPN with AL BERNSTEIN, 40s, salt &
          pepper hair, mustache.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Ray! Sugah Ray! Ovah heah!
          Sugar Ray doesn't respond to Dicky. He's talking to the ESPN
          camera, still looks young, handsome, not a mark on him.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          We gotta talk latah!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Dicky, listen to me. I can't lose
          again. Look at that guy.

<b>          DICKY NOW LOOKS AT MIKE MUNGIN AND HIS HEAD SNAPS A LITTLE.
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Holy shit. [rubs Micky's neck]

<b>                         MICKY O'KEEFE
</b>          Yeah, holy shit, stop lookin' at
          Sugar Ray and wake up.
          We'll hafta run the first few
          rounds, get 'im tiahed, he can't be
          ready, right? He just got off his
          fuckin' couch.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          He did not just get off his
          fuckin' couch.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Look at me, Mick, don't look away.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFV) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 28A.

<b>                         26 CONTINUED: (2) 26
</b>          He grabs Micky's chin and makes Micky look him in the eye.

<b>                         ((''CNTTNTTPT)
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 29.

<b>                         26 CONTINUED: (3) 26
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          You can't go back to fightin'
          scared, you gotta hit back like you
          know you can and I know you can. I
          don't care who that guy is, you're
          Micky Ward.
          Micky nods, but we see he's scared; it's not a fair fight.

<b>          27 RING - RESORTS INTERNATIONAL - 8:16 PM 27
</b>           TITLE: Rd 3 - :49 (time running down). Mungin muscling Micky
          into a corner, blood already dripping from Micky's nose.
          Hook to the body--Hook to the body--Hard uppercut ...Bam! Bam!
          Bam! Micky stumbles, hurt, almost goes down, blood spilling
          down his nose, mouth, face, hear AL BERNSTEIN, "Oh, he hurt
          Micky Ward!"...Micky ties Mungin up, holding on.. .Sugar Ray
          Leonard, "This would be a huge upset! I'm not sure what Micky
          expected from a last minute substitute, but he surely
          couldn't have expected this."
          .Dicky screaming from ringside for Micky to move.. .Alice,
          George sitting behind him can't look. . .Micky tries to fight
          back ...Mungin's just too big, too strong, unloading hard
          shots to Micky's head, big uppercuts ...Micky's getting the
          shit kicked out of him...All he can do is cover up, holding
          his gloves close to his face.. .The bell rings. End of Rd 3.

<b>          ALICE IN THE CROWD LOOKS AWAY, CRYING.
</b>
<b>          28 MICKY'S CORNER, RING 28
</b>          .Micky heads for his corner, blood running, Dicky jumps
          into the ring, Mickey O'Keefe puts down the stool.. .Micky
          sits down, ED ALIANO starts to wipe the blood from his face,
          Dicky takes out Micky's mouthpiece.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          - Button it up, Ed. If you can't
          stop the bleedin', we'll fuckin'
          sue ya.
          .Ed Aliano smiles, sticks swabs up Micky's nose to stop the
          bleeding, get everything cleaned out. . .Dicky pours water into
          Micky's mouth. Micky swishes it around, spits it out...

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          You okay?

<b>          (C_C)NTTNTTTT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 30.

<b>                         28 CONTINUED: 28
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (looks up at his brother;
          knows he can't win)

<b>                         YUH -
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What're you doin' out there? You
          feel like fightin' or what? You
          gotta jab and move. Don't stand in
          front of this guy, keep 'im off ya,
          jab and move -
          (shows him, jabbing the
          air, moving back & forth)
          Jab and move. What are you ascared
          of? You're fightin' scared again!
          Micky just nods.

<b>          29 RING - RESORTS INTERNATIONAL - 8:31 PM 29
</b>           TITLE: Rd 6 - 2:01 (time running down. Micky covering his
          face with his gloves, gash open, bleeding above his left
          eye.. .hear Al Bernstein, "Micky's taking a beating. He's
          standing there taking those shots from Mungin.I'm not sure
          why." Leonard, "I don't know, Micky was once one of the most
          promising light welterweights around, but he's had some tough
          luck losses, and sometimes after a fighter loses a few times
          it becomes a mental thing." Mungin hits him with hard left
          uppercut and an overhand right right on the chin. . .Micky goes
          sprawling across the ring, stumbling backwards... Falling down
          hard onto the canvas!
          .Micky gets back onto his feet, looks into his corner at
          Dicky screaming, "Hold on! Hold on!"...Micky bleeding from
          his nose, above his eye, looks lost. . .Referee JOE CORTEZ
          gives him a standing eight-count, "One... Two... Three..."
          .Micky wipes blood from his nose with the back of his
          glove..."Six... Seven..." He glances into the crowd, blood
          smeared on his face, gloves, sees his mother covering her
          face with her hands...

<b>          30 RING - RESORTS INTERNATIONAL - 8:49 PM 30
</b>          Post-fight, crowded. Ring doctor checking the cut above
          Micky's left eye, another deep gash open on his cheekbone
          just under the eye, still bleeding from his nose, his face a
          bloody mess.. .Dicky wiping Micky's face with a sponge,
          glancing down at the HBO crew, shaking his head, Mickey
          O'Keefe rubbing Micky's neck ...Mungin smiling in the
          background, everybody waiting for the decision...

<b>                         (CONTTNTIRT)
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 31.

<b>                         30 CONTINUED: 30
</b>          .Blood, sweat dripping into Micky's eyes, he knows he lost,
          he knows he fucking lost again...

<b>          31 MICKY'S DRESSING ROOM - RESORTS INTERNATIONAL - NIGHT 31
</b>          Micky sits on the trainer's table in the middle of the room,
          showered, dressed, face bandaged. Alice gently touches the
          back of his neck, whispers in his ear. He nods. She holds his
          head a few moments. Dicky comes in. HUGS HIS BROTHER.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          We nevah shoulda fought that guy.
          Forget about it. Alice, HBO's
          waitin' for us. Sugah Ray's out
          there! C'mon you come too, Mick.
          Dicky heads back out. Alice looks at Micky, pats his cheek
          and follows after Dicky, leaving Micky sitting alone on the
          trainer's table.

<b>          32 RESORTS INTERNATIONAL, CASINO - NIGHT 32
</b>          Dicky walks toward Sugar Ray Leonard who is with A PRETTY
          WOMAN AND A BODYGUARD signing autographs for fans.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          RAAAAAAAY! Hey, Ray,--
          The bodyguard stops him. Sugar Ray sees Dicky and waves him
          over.. .Dicky smiles, missing teeth. The HBO cameraman
          following after him. Sugar Ray shakes Dicky's hand.

<b>          SUGAR RAY LEONARD
</b>          Tough night for your brother, he
          shoulda jabbed more, stayed away.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          That's what I was tellin' 'im! I
          told 'im, Ray. But Mungin weighs
          like 160 pounds! ESPN fucked us,--
          (stretches his back, turns
          to Sugar Ray's girl)
          Ya know I knocked Ray down.

<b>          SUGAR RAY LEONARD
</b>          (laughs, smiles his
          million dollar smile)
          Come on, Dick, I tripped.

<b>                         ( C''NNTTNTTFT))
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 32.

<b>                         32 CONTINUED: 32
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Oh don't say that now. I know I
          look like shit, but,-- I went 10
          rounds with you, Ray, I knocked you
          down. C'mon, lemme buy you guys a
          drink.

<b>          SUGAR RAY LEONARD
</b>          Thanks, Dick, but we have to get
          going, I have a plane to catch.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (points to the HBO

<b>                         CAMERAMAN)
</b>          HBO's doin' a movie on me, Ray.
          And I'd like to call ya sometime,
          I'm gonna get a fight, and I'd like
          ya to be there for old time's
          sakes, ya know, maybe you can
          commentate on it or somethin'.

<b>          SUGAR RAY LEONARD
</b>          OK, Dick, you let me know. What's
          the movie about?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (looks at Sugar Ray like
          he's fucking crazy; what

<b>                         ELSE)
</b>          My comeback.
          Sugar Ray just nods at Dicky, sees Alice walking up to them.

<b>          SUGAR RAY LEONARD
</b>          - You look great Mrs. Ward, hope
          you're well.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Nevah bettah, Ray, nevah bettah.
          God bless.
          Sugar Ray smiles and slips out of the casino with the girl
          and his bodyguard, leaving Dicky & Alice standing alone under
          the bright neon lights. HBO camera still filming...

<b>          DICKY TURNS AND SEES MICKY TALKING TO AN OLDER GUY,MIKE TOMA,
</b>
<b>          30 FEET AWAY. TOMA'S ENTOURAGE STANDING NEARBY.
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What's he talkin' to Mike Toma for?
          He starts to head over.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 33.

<b>                         32 CONTINUED: (2) 32
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (holds Dicky back,
          lowering her voice so the
          camera doesn't hear)
          Stay heah, Dick, stay heah, don't
          go ovah thayh.

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          33 MICKY TALKING TO MIKE TOMA; TOMA'S ENTOURAGE NEARBY. 33
</b>
<b>                         MIKE TOMA
</b>          (shakes his head, gruff

<b>                         BROOKLYN ACCENT)
</b>          You goin' to the hospital?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (NODS)
</b>          They said I need stitches.

<b>                         MIKE TOMA
</b>          (pulls Micky in closer,
          lowers his voice)
          Listen, Mick, I'm just gonna cut to
          it, you never shoulda fought that
          guy. You should be doin' better.
          With all due respect, I don't think
          you're bein' handled properly. I
          wanna give you a real shot. I want
          ya to come with me. I wanna pay ya
          to train with my guys.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Where?

<b>                         MIKE TOMA
</b>          Las Vegas. Do it right and make
          one last run at this thing before
          it's too late.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You'll pay me to train in Vegas?

<b>                         MIKE TOMA
</b>          Change of scenery's good, get outta
          Lowell.
          Micky looks at him, eyes widen as he looks over Toma's
          shoulder; he seems to feel a touch of VERTIGO AS CAMERA
          CIRCLES so we can see what he's looking at: ALICE AND DICKY

<b>          30 FEET AWAY WATCHING.
</b>
<b>                         ( C'_NNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 34.

<b>                         33 CONTINUED: 33
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          What about my brothah?

<b>                         BOB ARUM
</b>          (shakes his head)
          With all due respect, he's too much
          trouble. You owe it to yourself to
          come to Vegas.

<b>          CAMERA CIRCLES BACK TO MICKEY STARING AT HIS FAMILY,
</b>          THINKING, deciding.

<b>          34 LIMOUSINE (MOVING) - LOWER HIGHLANDS, LOWELL - SATURDAY 34
</b>
<b>                         MORNING
</b>          Hear his mother and father and brother laughing, kibbitzing,
          smoking cigarettes.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What did Mike Toma want?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (looking out window,

<b>                         DISTANT)
</b>          He wants to train me in Vegas.
          Alice and Dicky glance at each other, and study Micky.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          You can't trust that guy, Micky,
          you don't know 'im. Did he say
          anythin' about me? Did he say I
          could come?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (looking out window)
          No, he didn't mention you.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Who's gonna look out for ya in
          Vegas, Micky? They're all crooks
          out there. What would you do
          without Dicky? Or the family?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (looks at Dicky)
          Yeah I know. That's what I told
          'im.
          Micky looks back out the window, face bandaged, no emotion.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 35.

<b>          35 EXT. ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - LIMOUSINE (PARKED) - 35
</b>

<b>                         MORNING
</b>          Everyone walking away from the limo, suitcases in hand.
          Micky heading for his shitty car parked on the street, Dicky
          walking to Alice's house with his mother and father. Micky
          O'Keefe stands nearby at his car. Pork, Tar, Beaver, Sherry
          and Red Dog are also there.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (calls out to Micky)
          Take care, Mick, we'll talk
          tommorrah.
          Little Dicky runs out of the house into Dicky's arms.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Hey, champ! Daddy's home!

<b>                         LITTLE DICKY
</b>          Did Uncle Micky win?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Not this time, Dicky, try and gimme
          a sock in the nose--
          Micky, lost in thought, stands at his car watching Dicky
          playing with Little Dicky.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (TO MICKY)
</b>          We'll get you anothah fight, Micky.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Nah, I don't think I wanna do this
          no more.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (looks up as Little Dicky
          tags him in the nose)
          What're you talkin' about?
          George walks over to his Micky sympathetically as Dicky grabs
          his brother by the shoulders.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          ESPN screwed us, they owe us.
          We'll get anothah fight. Just get
          healed up, Micky, you're okay -

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 36.

<b>                         35 CONTINUED: 35
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Listen to your bruthah, honey, they
          owe us big time. Maybe they could
          even do Dicky's comeback fight too.
          Micky just nods okay. Dicky pats him on the back as Micky
          gets into his car.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          Christ, Alice, he's been through
          the wringah -

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What're you talkin' about?
          (to O'Keefe who's staring

<b>                         AT HER)
</b>          - And what's your fuckin' problem?
          Mickey O'Keefe shakes his head and walks away.

<b>          36 MICKY'S APARTMENT, ABOVE GARAGE - NIGHT 36
</b>          PAN of photographs of Kasie, Micky & Dicky in the ring after
          fights; red & white boxing gloves; boxing magazine;
          flickering TV. Micky lies sleeping in his clothes on the
          couch, bandages on his head. He sits up, TV playing.
          He gets up and walks into the small kitchen, grabs a beer out
          of the refrigerator, swallows some PAIN pills. And picks up
          the cocktail NAPKIN WITH CHARLENE'S NUMBER AND HEART ON IT.
          Picks up the phone, starts to dial, stops, looks at the
          number. Hangs up the phone. Goes back into the living room
          and lies down on the couch and falls asleep again. FADE OUT.

<b>          37 FADE IN. NEXT MORNING. MICKY'S STILL SLEEPING IN HIS 37
</b>
<b>          CLOTHES ON THE COUCH, TV STILL ON, MORNING LIGHT BLEEDING
</b>
<b>          THROUGH THE SHADES. HE IS WOKEN BY BANGING ON HIS DOOR.
</b>
<b>          MICKY SNAPS AWAKE, SITS UP, LOOKING AROUND.
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (groggy, out of it)
          What,-- What is it?
          He gets up off the couch and peeks through the shade.. .AND
          SEES CHARLENE STANDING ON HIS DOORSTEP. Scared, he ducks
          back down, crouches behind a chair. KNOCKING continues.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFT))
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 37.

<b>                         37 CONTINUED: 37
</b>
<b>                          CHARLENE (OS)
</b>          I saw your shadow. And I heard you
          talk two seconds ago!
          Micky doesn't move.

<b>                         CHARLENE (OS)
</b>          Why don't you open the door and
          tell me to my face why you didn't
          call me yestahday?
          Micky thinks, goes to the door, opens it. Charlene is
          slightly taken aback by his bandaged face.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          - Why'd you stand me up last night?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I was gonna call, I started to
          call, but I couldn't call.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          'Cuz you lost the fight?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (PAUSE)
</b>          Maybe, yeah, 'cuz I lost the fight.
          They stand there looking at each other.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          How'd you know my house anyway?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          I asked my brothah,--
          (sees one of the bandages
          on his head peeling away)
          Your, ahhh, your thing is comin'
          off.
          She points to his face. He touches the right side bandage.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          No, the othah thing. It's a mess.
          It IS a mess.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Ya got any tape?

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 38.

<b>          38 MICKY'S BATHROOM - DAY 38
</b>           Micky sits on the edge of the tub while Charlene carefully re-
           bandages the left side of his eye and cheek bone. It is
           quiet for a few moments while Micky looks into her face.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>
<b>                         (QUIETLY)
</b>          Did the Jewish black guy do this to
          you?
          Micky looks away. Charlene fixes the bandage.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I didn't get to fight the Jewish
          black guy.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          You didn't go head-body-head.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (shakes his head)
          He got the flu, the guy who took
          his place had 16 pounds on me, I
          nevah shoulda fought him.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          So why'd you fight him?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Nobody woulda got paid. Everybody
          said I could beat 'im.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Who's everybody?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          My mothah and my brothah.
          She looks at him as she takes this in.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          So are you gonna take me to dinnah
          and movie tonight or what?

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          39 ' 89 SILVER FORD TEMPO (PARKED) - CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - DUS9
</b>          Sun starting to set. Micky stands next to his car, checks
          himself in the side view mirror, hair still wet, combed, new
          bandage on his face, pauses.

<b>                         (CINTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 39.

<b>                         39 CONTINUED: 39
</b>          CUT TO: He opens the passenger door for Charlene, she's in a
          tight top, short skirt, fancy flip-flops. Her large yellow
          Victorian house behind her.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Wow, you look great. You got a
          nice house.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Thanks. It's an apahtment building.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Oh.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          There's five of 'em in there, one-a
          my old roommates lives in one.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (closes the door, gets
          into the car)
          Old roommates from where?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          College, but a lot a good it did
          me, I'm workin' in a bah.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You seem to enjoy it. You're very
          populah down there -

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Uh yuh. Popular. I need to get
          the hell outta that place. If I
          don't drink while I'm workin' I'd
          kill myself -

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (starts the car, looks
          over at her)
          What college?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          U.R.I. Full boat.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Scholarship? For what?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          I was a high jumpah.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTIFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 40.

<b>                         39 CONTINUED: (2) 39
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          A high jumpah?! You gotta be
          kiddin' me.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Fuck you, I cleahed 5-10, I was
          New England Champ, but so what, I
          nevah graduated. I pahtied too
          much.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (drives looks at her
          raising an eyebrow)
          You?!
          Charlene laughs lightly through her nose.

<b>          40 ' 89 SILVER FORD TEMPO (MOVING) - ART-HOUSE MOVIE THEATER - 40
</b>
<b>                          LEXINGTON- NIGHT
</b>           Night. Micky pulls up to an art house movie theater in
           another city, state (right next door), "hip" part of town.
           They get out of the car.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (looking around the
          theater, street)
          What the hell we doin' in Richie
          Rich Lexington? You come to this
          theatah a lot?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Oh yuh, it's a good movie theatah.
          They have good movies.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Like what?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (MUMBLES)
</b>          Bell-ah Epa-cue.
          The marquis says "BELLE EPOOUE" is playing.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          I think Belle Epic is how ya say it
          and I nevah heard of it. Is it only
          playin' up here in Lexington?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Oh yuh. And I heard it's a good
          movie.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 41.

<b>                         40 CONTINUED: 40
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          From who?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (walks ahead of her)
          Guy at work -
          She looks at him puzzled as she they enter the theater.

<b>          41 INT. LEXINGTON ART-HOUSE MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT 41
</b>
          Four people there - movie in progress. Charlene sit watches,
          looks at Micky asleep with his head back, mouth open.

<b>          42 EXT. LEXINGTON ART-HOUSE MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT 42
</b>
          After movie, Micky and Charlene exit the theater. Neither
          says a word for a moment.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          That's what you wanted to see?
          There wasn't even any sex. What
          Lowell guy on a road crew saw that
          movie in Lexington and recommended
          it??
          Micky walks quickly ahead to the car, can't find his keys.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (GROWING ANXIOUS)
</b>          Where's the keys, I musta lost 'em
          in the theatah, I'm a dummy [WALKS

<b>                         TOWARD THEATER]
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Micky. [He stops, turns] They're
          in your hand.
          Micky looks at the keys in his hand, embarrassed.

<b>          43 ' 89 SILVER FORD TEMPO (PARKED) - NIGHT 43
</b>          .Charlene stares at him as he starts the car. He starts to
          back out, looking over his shoulder.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          What's going on? You afraid to run
          into your girlfriend? You have a
          girlfriend, just say it, that's why
          you took me to Lexington.
          then stops, puts the car in park and turns the engine off.
          f nNTTNTTFT)'

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 41A.

<b>                         43 CONTINUED: 43
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I don't have a girlfriend. I came
          here because I don't wanna show my
          face in Lowell.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 42.

<b>                         43 CONTINUED: (2) 43
</b>          Charlene stares at him. He doesn't look at her.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          - What do you have to be ashamed
          of?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (GROWS DARK)
</b>          I told everyone I was gonna win
          that fight and get back on track.
          I told Kasie we'd get a biggah
          place so she could move in.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (stares at him a beat)
          You said you never shoulda fought
          that guy, but your mothah and your
          brothah wanted ya to do it.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          What's the difference, I'm alone in
          the ring anyway.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          You think your family's lookin' out
          for ya?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (finally looks at her)
          You can't say that about my family.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          What else could I say after what
          you told me? Look at your face,
          look at you.
          Beat. He suddenly leans in and kisses her. The kiss builds
          with confidence and passion to a very intense level of
          connection and abandon and promise.

<b>          44 LOWELL MAN ON THE STREET INTERVIEWS. YEAH, WELL, HE LOST 44
</b>
<b>          AGAIN, YA KNOW, SO MAYBE HE'S GONNA BE DICKY ALL OVAH AGAIN,
</b>
<b>          NO CHAMPIONSHIPS FOR LOWELL, HE'S LIKE THE REST OF US I
</b>
<b>          GUESS. THE TOWN'S SEEN BETTAH DAYS, SO HAVE OUR FIGHTAHS.
</b>
<b>          45 ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - DAY - WEEKS LATER 45
</b>          CAMERA CIRCLES Alice talking on the phone, sitting at her
          dining room table control center, long Lucky Strike cigarette
          in her hand.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTRT))
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 43.

<b>                         45 CONTINUED: 45
</b>          Most of the sisters sitting and walking around her, center of
          their universe, some drinking some smoking, all chattering.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (INTO PHONE)
</b>          - Bullshit, Lou, I'm not gonna stop
          callin' til ya make it right and
          give us a fight that's fair! My boy
          coulda got killed last time. . .Like
          what? ...What else?... OK, what is
          it? Mm, mm. Now you're talkin',
          that sounds very interesting, I'll
          get back to you. [Hangs up] We
          gotta a great opportunity, we gotta
          find Micky.

<b>                         PORK
</b>          Nobody seen him for like a week.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Jesus, it used to be Dicky was the
          one we couldn't find, now it's both
          of 'em?

<b>                         TAR (CINDY)
</b>          I think Micky's with that girl from
          the bah.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What girl?

<b>          RED DOG (GAIL)
</b>          George was all fuckin' eagah for
          them to get togethah.

<b>                         BEAVER (PHYLLIS)
</b>          I heard she's into threeways.

<b>                         SHERRI
</b>          With othah girls.

<b>                         PORK (CATHY)
</b>          Yeah like one of them MTV girls -

<b>          ALICE LITTLE ALICE
</b>          (puts her hand over the (screws up her face)
          phone) MTV girl?
          MTV girls? What're you
          talkin' about, Cathy?

<b>                         PORK (CATHY)
</b>          Wild.
          (C ONTTNTT1 fl

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 44.

<b>                         45 CONTINUED: (2) 45
</b>
<b>                         TAR (CINDY)
</b>          She acts all superiah 'cuz she went
          to college.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Just find Micky and tell him we
          have business to discuss.
          I'm gonna go find Dicky myself.

<b>          46 SMITH STREET, CRACK HOUSE - '88 LINCOLN CONTINENTAL (PARKEI4}5 -
</b>
<b>                         DAY
</b>          Alice, trailed by Dicky holding the white dog, walks back to
          her car from the crack house, trying not to cry. Dicky,
          behind her like a kid in trouble, looks like shit, up for
          days. She pauses at the car, crying. Dicky hugs her
          shoulders with one arm.

<b>          47 ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 47
</b>          Mid-handshakes, awkward Charlene, with Micky, meets Alice,
          Tar, Beaver, Pork, Little Alice, Red Dog, Sherri. Cuts on
          Micky's face healed. Charlene does a double take on Alice's
          staring and studying her as Charlene has moved on to the
          sisters, she and Alice share an icy wary look.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (looks Charlene up & down)
          - I've heard a lot about you.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Really? I heard a lot about you,
          too.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What's that supposed to mean?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          The same thing you meant.
          Micky shifts uncomfortably toward the sofa.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Why don't we sit down and hear
          what's goin' on businesswise?

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          48 THEY ALL SIT IN THE LIVING ROOM 48
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (smiles, excited again,
          proud of herself)

<b>                         (MORE)
</b>
<b>                         (C ONTTNTTFT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 45.

<b>                         48 CONTINUED: 48
</b>
<b>                          ALICE (CONT'D)
</b>          I got ya anothah fight, Mick, just
          like I said I would. Lou Gold and
          ESPN made it right.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (holds white dog)
          Just like I told ya! Against Joey
          Belinc in six weeks at Foxwoods!
          Kid's like 10-8. He's nuthin'.
           And they're payin' us 25 grand!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (nods, still smiling

<b>                         PROUD)
</b>          17.5, Dick.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          17.5, I thought you said 25,
          anyway that's still good money,
          Mick.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Oh yuh. That's good, Dick, I'm
          just, ya know, trying to figure
          out what's best for me--
          Micky tilts his head, cat's got his tongue. They all look at
          him. Alice lights a cigarette, exhales, tense.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (exhales cig smoke)
          Like what?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What!?
          Charlene looks at Micky, as if to say, "speak. is He looks at
          her, she starts to open her mouth, stops.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (looks at Micky, hurt)
          I don't know why you're not more
          excited, Mick. I thought ya'd be
          more excited. That's good money.
          It's a good fight. I got tough
          with Lou Gold, Micky, I told him he
          owes us.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Yeah, I know, Ma. It's just,-- I
          don't want things goin' the way
          they been goin'.

<b>                         ( CONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 46.

<b>                         48 CONTINUED: (2) 48
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (mouth open, wild-eyed)
          Why, how they been goin'? You're
          the one in the ring, Micky, yeah
          that last one was unfair, but we
          ain't gonna repeat that, so it's up
          to you in the ring.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I know, but I don't want things to
          go like they been goin' HERE.

<b>          ALICE AND DICKY
</b>          Where?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Here, this, us, Lowell. The
          routine.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          We're workin' very hard for you,
          Micky, I don't know what more you
          want.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What's his problem?
          Micky sits back and folds his arms, a bit frustrated.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          I don't know, maybe you not showin'
          up on time to train. Maybe Micky
          havin' to come find you in a crack

<b>                         HOUSE--
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Crack house?!

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          --when you're sposed to go to the
          airport.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (glares at Charlene)
          I'm sorry, I don't understand who
          you ah or why you're talkin' -

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          My name is Charlene, you just met
          me, I'm datin' Micky. Should we do
          it again? Hi, my name is Charlene.

<b>                         (CENTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 46A.

<b>                         48 CONTINUED: (3) 48
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What do you know about anythin'!
          We don't even know who you ah.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You just met her -

<b>                         (C()NTTNTTFT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 47.

<b>                         48 CONTINUED: (4) 48
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (sits back, laughs)
          YOU just met her!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (laughing with his mother)
          He don't know who she is!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          We're togethah.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (nods, getting pissed off)
          We're together, don't insult me and
          don't insult Micky.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          You gonna listen to some MTV girl
          who works in a bah. What does she
          know about boxin'?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>
<b>                         (CONFUSED)
</b>          MTV girl? I might not know -- much
          about boxin' - but goin' to Vegas
          an' gettin' paid yeah round --
          sounds much bettah to me -- than
          what you got 'im doin' heah.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (looks over at Micky)
          - Ah you gonna let 'er talk like
          that to your muthah?

<b>                         PORK (CATHY)
</b>          C'mon, Micky!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I told you we're together! This is
          my girlfriend, I want her here.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (TEARING UP)
</b>           I have done everything [pauses] I
          could [pauses] to help you. And for
          this -- MTV girl --

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Stop callin' me a MTV girl,
          whatever the fuck that means.

<b>                         SISTERS
</b>          Wild. [Charlene makes a face]

<b>                         WNNTTNTTFN 1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 48.

<b>                         48 CONTINUED: (5) 48
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (wipes a tear)
          I been doin' this for ovah 15
          years, she comes in and disrespects

<b>                         ME--
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          And me.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          She don't mean no disrespect. I had
          a chance to get paid to train year
          round, that's all she's talkin'
          about. I think everyone can
          appreciate that.
          Dicky stares taking this in, wheels turning.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Of course! Of course, Micky, I
          coulda had that! I know what
          you're talkin' about. You think
          I'm stupid?

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          He knows, we know --

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Ma, please, let me say this

<b>                         (PAUSE)
</b>          I had opportunities like you're
          gonna maybe have. I had a girl I
          wanted to be home with.[Sad for a
          moment] You should have that. No
          one's sayin' you shouldn't have
          that. But I can't have you goin'
          to Vegas, we gotta stick together,
          Micky, please. I can get ya money
          to train yeah 'round, if that's
          what ya want. I'll handle it.
          Dicky looks at Micky. . .then turns to Alice and nods his head
          at her. He's got it. She's puzzled. Micky nods.
          Uncomfortable awkwardness as everyone looks at him and
          Charlene.

<b>          49 EXT. CRACK HOUSE IN LOWELL - DAYS LATER 49
</b>

<b>                         CAMBODIAN GUY
</b>
<b>          (OS, TALKS IN CAMBODIAN)
</b>
<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 48A.

<b>                         49 CONTINUED: 49
</b>
<b>                          DICKY
</b>
<b>                          (OS)
</b>          You put in $200, then you get ten
          OTHER people --

<b>          50 INT. CRACK HOUSE IN LOWELL - DAY 50
</b>
          Dicky and BooBoo sit amid an ASSEMBLED GROUP OF ABOUT 10
          CAMBODIANS. Karen, his CAMBODIAN CRACK GIRLFRIEND AND 6 YEAR

<b>          OLD SON IS NEXT TO HIM HOLDING HIS HAND LOOKING A BIT STRUNG
</b>          OUT. BOOBOO is behind Dicky.

<b>                         (CC)NTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 49.

<b>                         50 CONTINUED:
</b>
<b>                         50
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          -- to give YOU $200 each, and now
          you have your $2,000.

<b>          KAREN (DICKY'S CAMBODIAN CRACK
</b>
<b>                         GIRLFRIEND)
</b>          Translates to Cambodian.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Understand?

<b>                         PRAN
</b>          Everyone give you 200 dollah?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Not everyone, just 10 a you.

<b>                         BOOBOO
</b>          Ten lucky ones.
          Karen shouts at the others in Cambodian.

<b>                         PRAN
</b>          You rip us off!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          No no no no. I'm givin' you an

<b>          OPPORTUNITY!
</b>
<b>                         CHAN
</b>          You give ME $200!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          You get that from TEN OTHAH PEOPLE
          you offah the opportunity to.

<b>                         PRAN
</b>          You think Cambodian people STUPID.

<b>                         BOOBOO
</b>          White people do this! To othah
          white people! It's what makes the
          world go 'round.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (puts an arm around Karen)
          I love Cambodian people!
          They all yell in Cambodian at Dicky who looks aggravated,
          still holding onto Quackah.

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 50.

<b>          51 CRACK HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 51
</b>          .HBO crew filming Dicky smoking crack, Bic lighter in his
          hand, leaning against half of an old dining-room table in a
          filthy kitchen, faded strawberry wallpaper. BooBoo, Karen,
          Becky, Wolfie, standing around. Bonnie in background.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (mumbling fast to camera,
          high out of his mind)
          They didn't understand. They're
          practically my gang, they usually
          listen to me but didn't understand
          the opportunity, anyway, where were

<b>                         WE--
</b>
<b>                         HBO PRODUCER
</b>          Before you fought Sugar Ray --

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Oh, yeah, all the money I coulda
          made if we just fuckin' did it
          RIGHT, they threw me in too early.
          We didn't know, my mothah didn't
          know, Sugar Ray was too much, too
          soon. I needed to build slow. If I
          had Micky's discipline, with my
          talent, forget about it. My wife
          Debbie was the prettiest girl in
          Lowell, and my daughtah Kasie, I
          mean Kerry, I want Kerry to be
          proud a me. [Lights pipe]

<b>                         KAREN
</b>          Why you let them film you smokin'?
          What this movie about again?

<b>                         BONNIE
</b>          Hey's crazy!

<b>                         HBO PRODUCER
</b>          I told you it's about crack
          addiction. Showing what can
          happen, what it really is, so kids
          can see it for real.

<b>                         BOOBOO
</b>          I can tell ya about the way it
          works in the brain--

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFT))
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 50A.

<b>                         51 CONTINUED: 51
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Excuse me, BooBoo, it's still my
          movie, and this part [lights pipe]
          will make me and Micky's comeback
          more dramatic. I'll tell ya how
          crack works [inhales from pipe].

<b>                         (MORE)
</b>
<b>                         (C'ONTTNTIFF 1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 51.

<b>                         51 CONTINUED: (2) 51
</b>
<b>                          DICKY (CONT'D)
</b>          When it entahs ya blood, ya get a
          peaceful energetic feeling ovah ya
          body, a kinda happiness -
          As his words continue we PUSH IN ON Dicky'S FACE and CUT TO
          FLASHBACK: medium shot, Dicky sits by a window, high; from
          this dissolves a second Dicky who dances a slow happy, funk
          dance across the room; out of this second Dicky dissolves a
          third Dicky who lies on the couch, Karen comes and makes out
          with him --

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (OS over the above)
          -all the mistakes and the regrets
          of the past melt away, you feel so
          much lightah like when you were
          young and everything's in front of
          you. Then it fades and you gotta
          get high again.
          All three Dickys in the flashback - by the window, dancing,
          making out on couch -- flicker and vanish to the grating
          sound of aphone left off the hook.
          PULL OUT FROM Dicky's face in present

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (EXHALES SMOKE)
</b>          Fuck I gotta find money for Micky.
          What time is it?

<b>          52 EXT. CHARLENE'S YARD - DAY 52
</b>
          Charlene stands alone on the lawn with her arms crossed.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Why aren't you at work? Is ESPN
          paying you to train?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (OS)
</b>          Dicky's handlin' it.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Dicky? Alice would be better than
          Dicky.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (OS)
</b>          Would you jump for Chrissakes?
          Kasie's bein' very patient.

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 52.

<b>                         52 CONTINUED: 52
</b>
<b>           PAN REVEALS: MICKY, IN RUNNING CLOTHES, HOLDS ONE END OF AN
</b>
<b>           OLD BAMBOO GARDEN STICK, 5' ACROSS, LIKE A HIGH JUMP BAR; HIS
</b>           DAUGHTER KASIE, 10, HOLDS THE OTHER END, A PILE OF tattered
          chez pillows on the lawn beneath it.

<b>                         KASIE
</b>          Maybe it's too hard for her. Maybe
          there's not enough cushions.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          It's only 5'1", she did 5'8" as a
          champ, right Charlene? 5'8"?
          Charlene jogs a little curve to the bar and LEAPS backwards,
          clearing 5'1," landing on the pillows.

<b>          MICKY AND KASIE
</b>          Yes!
          He claps with Kasie as Charlene stands rubbing her ass.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Fuck, those pillows barely did the
          job, pardon my French, Kasie.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Hey, we gotta get you home Kasie, I
          gotta business dinnah with Nana.

<b>          53 EXT. ABANDONED LOWELL CRACK CORNER - NIGHT 53
</b>
          Skinny Karen stands on the corner in hooker hot pants, high
          heels, halter top. A new Volvo station wagon slows down and a
          nervous-looking upper middle class NPR-type businessman, 45,
          in a suit and tie, cruises and toots the horn. Karen walks
          up to the window.

<b>                         KAREN
</b>          You wanna date?
          The businessman swallows and nods as he looks at Karen's
          nipples and body.

<b>          54 EXT. SHADOWY DEAD END STREET - NIGHT 54
</b>
          The Volvo wagon is parked by the side, lights off.

<b>          55 INT. BUSINESSMAN'S VOLVO STATION WAGON - NIGHT 55
</b>
          Karen starts to go down on the businessman while he leans
          back and closes his eyes.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFT)
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 53.

<b>                         55 CONTINUED: 55
</b>          Suddenly a beat-up station wagon pulls in behind them with
          its brights shining.

<b>                         BUSINESSMAN
</b>          Oh shit.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (through cheap megaphone

<b>                         SLURRING)
</b>          Get outta the cah put ya hands on
          the roof!
          The business man gets out, nervous, hands up, pants undone,
          puts his hands on the roof. All he sees are bright lights
          and Dicky's silhouette holding up a wallet like a badge.
          Still hear Quackah barking.

<b>                         BUSINESSMAN
</b>          (puts his hands on roof)
          Please, God, I never did this
          before, I have two kids, a wife and
          I support my mother and my aunt.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Empty ya pockets, put everything on
          the roof, ID, wallet, cash. Your
          wife know you're here, huh?

<b>                         BUSINESSMAN
</b>          (confused, starts to turn)
          No, what? Are you - are you a cop?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (swaying, wasted drunk)
          Don't turn around! Empty ya
          pockets!
          The guy empties his pockets onto the roof of the Volvo.
          BooBoo sits in Dicky's station wagon.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Walk to the sidewalk, we have to
          take the vehicle. [Takes cash,
          mumbles to Karen] Take half, get us
          some rocks.

<b>                         BUSINESSMAN
</b>          How will I get home?
          Suddenly the BWOOP-BWOOP of a police siren and the flashing
          lights as a COP CAR PULLS UP AND ANOTHER BUSINESS MAN, bald,
          gets out and POINTS AT Dicky.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTT T) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 54.

<b>                         55 CONTINUED: (2) 55
</b>
<b>                         BALD BUSINESSMAN
</b>
<b>          THAT'S THE GUY, HE GOT ME AND HE'S
</b>
<b>          DOIN' IT AGAIN!
</b>          Dicky takes off running away...

<b>          56 STREETS - DOWNTOWN, LOWELL - NIGHT 56
</b>          Dicky running down streets... running through backyards,
          driveways...

<b>          57 INT. OLYMPIA RESTAURANT - DOWNTOWN, LOWELL - NIGHT 57
</b>
          Alice pulls out a LOBBY CARD, "WARD VS. BELINC - FOXWOODS
          RESORT as she sits in a large booth with George, Mickey
          O'Keefe, Red Dog, Sherry. Micky arrives with Charlene --

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (excited, smiles proud)
          What do ya think, Mick? Looks
          good, right?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (kisses his mother hello,

<b>                         SITS DOWN)
</b>          Oh, yeah, Ma, it looks great.
          Dicky comin'?

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (looks at watch)
          He'll be here.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          (nods, kisses Charlene

<b>                         HELLO)
</b>          Yuh. Hey, Charlene didja quit the
          bah?

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Didn't she just staht workin'
          there?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          She did. But she's wants to quit
          to go for teachah certification.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (CHUCKLES)
</b>          I thought she was plannin' to live
          offa Micky.
          Charlene gives Alice a look.

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 54aA.

<b>                         57 CONTINUED: 57
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          C'mon, c'mon, this is 'sposed to be
          about the fight, let's just talk
          about the fight --

<b>          (C'_C)NTTNTTRT))
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 54A.

<b>                         57 CONTINUED: (2) 57
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What?! I was just makin' a joke for
          chrissakes. I'm sorry, Charlene.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          It's OK, I know you been tryin' to
          live offa Micky for years.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Can we talk business?

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (changing the topic)
          Is there gonna be a press
          conference?

<b>                         ( RNNTTNTTT Y )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 55.

<b>                         57 CONTINUED: (3) 57
</b>
<b>                          ALICE
</b>           Yeah, five days before the fight --

<b>          58 STREET - COSMOPOLITAN CAFE/OLYMPIA RESTAURANT - DOWNTOWN, 58
</b>
<b>          LOWELL - NIGHT
</b>          .Dicky running down the street toward the restaurant,
          passing the COSMOPOLITAN CAFE, crowd of people out front,
          BOUNCER, 6'4", 230 lbs., sirens in the air.

<b>                         BOUNCER
</b>          (puts his hand up, shakes

<b>                         HIS HEAD)
</b>          Whoa, spucky teeth, I thought you
          were smokin' rocks, now you're
          gargling with 'em?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (looks away, mumbles)
          You're 'bout to lose your breath.

<b>                         BOUNCER
</b>          I'm about to lose my what?
          And Dicky nails the bouncer in the gut, drops him to his
          knees, wind knocked out of him, then Dicky hooks his
          jaw... 6'4" guy dropping fast, hitting the sidewalk, sickening
          thud. COP CHASING HIM on foot runs up, Dicky PUNCHES HIM
          OUT. Busting open his nose, blood pouring. Dicky takes a
          swing at ANOTHER COP. More police cars pull up. Officers
          jump out and slam Dicky to the ground! Dicky screams,
          fighting back, kicking and punching the police arresting
          him...

<b>          59 OLYMPIA RESTAURANT - NIGHT 59
</b>
<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          We were lookin' at tape today on
          Belinc and I think if Micky cuts
          off the ring in most rounds --

<b>          GUY IN DINER
</b>          Dicky! IT'S Dicky ECKLUND!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (STANDS UP)
</b>          Ohmygahd! Dicky!
          Mickey O'Keefe jumps up, starts for the door. Charlene just
          shakes her head, what the fuck. Alice still holding Micky's
          lobby card, heads outside with George, Sherry, sisters.
          Micky stands up. Charlene pulls him back down.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTRT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 56.

<b>                         59 CONTINUED: 59
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Whoa.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (glances back, shouts)
          Don't, Micky! I don't want ya
          gettin' hurt before the fight!
          He rushes out after Alice, George, Red Dog, Sherry leaving
          Micky and Charlene behind. Hear more SIRENS, SCREAMS from
          the street.
          Micky can't take it, jumps up.

<b>          CHARLENE MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Are you kiddin' me? Are you Are you for real? Sit down.
          serious? Sit down, sit. Sit down.
          She grabs the back of his pants.. .he drags her a little,
          pushes her hand off, leaves her outstretched, hair fallen
          over her face.

<b>          60 COSMOPOLITAN CAFE - DOWNTOWN, LOWELL - NIGHT 60
</b>          Alice, George running across the street. Red Dog rushes
          toward the fight, tries to pull the cops away from Dicky,
          kicking & clawing... Another officer grabs her. Dicky's
          thrashing handcuffed on the ground, struggling against the
          officers keeping him down, crying out for help...
          .Micky runs out as cops bang Dicky up outside the paddy
          wagon. Micky runs into the middle of it all, grabs a cop's
          arm.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Just put him in the wagon.
          Police tackle Micky to the sidewalk, start beating, subduing
          him with their flashlights... Crack! Crack!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (SCREAMS OUT)
</b>          They didn't fuckin' do anything!
          Get off my boys!
          .Micky raises his arm defending himself from the long black
          metal flashlights, head split open bleeding.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Mickyyyy! Nooooo!

<b>                         (CCNTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 56A.

<b>                         60 CONTINUED: 60
</b>          .Hear a cop yell, "He's a fightah, break his fuckin'
          hands, break his hands!" Crack! Hard metal breaking bone in
          Micky's left hand. Micky screams out in pain...

<b>                         (C'C)NTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 57.

<b>                         60 CONTINUED: (2) 60
</b>          CHARLENE THROWS HERSELF between the cops and Micky and starts
          shoving them off him.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          LEAVE HIM ALONE! [swings at cops]
          Back the fuck up!

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (pulling fellow cops away,
          trying to keep the peace)
          Guys, come on, back up.
          Cops back up from Charlene and O'Keefe... Blood spilling into
          Micky's eyes, holds up his left hand, which Charlene looks
          at.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>
<b>                         (CRYING)
</b>          - Micky, your hands! Your hands!

<b>                         COP
</b>          Separate cells, don't let' em work
          up some bullshit defense story.
          Alice runs up to Dicky as he's put into one police car, Micky
          into another; she drops the lobby card which is trampled on
          'til it's no longer visible.

<b>                         FADE OUT
</b>
<b>          FADE IN: PULLING OUT ON MICKY'S BANDAGED HAND...
</b>
<b>          61 LOWELL DISTRICT COURT - 1ST FLOOR - MONDAY MORNING 61
</b>          Micky is led in through one door where he stands before
          judge; Dicky led in separately through another door to stand
          15 feet from Micky -- they exchange looks -- both shackled,
          handcuffs, leg irons, both still wearing their bloody clothes
          from the fight. Hear the laundry list of charges against
          Dicky, "Ward one count of disturbing the peace, released on
          your own recognizance. .Ecklund. Three counts of Assault &
          Battery on a Police Officer. One count of Resisting Arrest.
          One count of Larceny from a Person. One count of
          impersonating a police officer."
          Alice holding 4-year-old Little Dicky in her lap starts to
          sob, sitting in the gallery with Tar, Pork, Sherri, Little
          Alice. Daughters try consoling Alice. No sign of Charlene.
          Karen there, ignored by Alice. HBO camera crew filming...

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 58.

<b>          62 ATRIUM OUTSIDE COURTROOM - MORNING 62
</b>          Micky stands while his cuffs are unlocked by an OFFICER;
          Dicky comes led down the hall by ANOTHER OFFICER, he slows
          down and leans to Micky, and stops --

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          We gotta talk, it was self-defense,
          right, say it was self defense, ya
          come outside, ya seen 'em beatin'
          on me, I didn't do nuthin' --

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You didn't do nuthin? Look at my
          hand ya selfish prick.

<b>                         OFFICER
</b>
<b>                         (PULLING HIM)
</b>          Let's go, Dicky -

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (leaning back to Micky)
          I was doin' it for you!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          What were you doin' for me?
          Officer pauses so Dicky can listen.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          This? Do me a favah, don't do
          nuthin' for me.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (stung, eyes well)
          What ah ya gonna do without me?
          Micky stares as Officer pulls Dicky away, sad.

<b>          63 HOLDING CELL - BEHIND COURTROOM - MORNING 63
</b>          .HBO cameraman filming Dicky shaking his head, being placed
          into a holding cell behind the courtroom.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          - I can't believe they let Micky
          go. What about me?

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 59.

<b>                         63 CONTINUED: 63
</b>
<b>          HBO PRODUCER (OS)
</b>          What'd you expect, Dick? You
          violated your parole.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What'd I do? They're aftah me.
          I'm fuckin' Dicky Ecklund. I'm
          gonna have to plead out, right, get
          like three yeahs. Could HBO help
          talk to 'em? What's gonna happen
          to my movie? I'll be out in a yeah
          or so, maybe less with good
          behaviah. We can finish it then,

<b>                         RIGHT -
</b>
<b>                         HBO PRODUCER
</b>          Your part will just end with you
          bein' arrested.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (tears in his eyes)
          What about my comeback? I didn't
          do nuthin'. Who's gonna take care
          a Little Dicky and, what about
          Tommy?

<b>          64 MICKY'S APARTMENT ABOVE GARAGE - NIGHT 64
</b>          Micky sitting alone drinking a beer, left hand in a cast,
          staring at the floor.

<b>          65 CHARLENE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT 65
</b>          .Micky finishes another beer, throws it into the bushes and
          walks up to the entrance. Rings the intercom.

<b>          CHARLENE (OS INTERCOM)
</b>          Who is it?
          Micky doesn't say anything.

<b>          CHARLENE (OS INTERCOM)
</b>          I don't wanna see you, Micky.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE-
</b>
<b>          CHARLENE (OS INTERCOM)
</b>          I can't take it, I'm not gonna let
          you or your family drag me down.
          ( C''nNTTNTW.1) )

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 60.

<b>                         65 CONTINUED: 65
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm quittin', Charlene, OK? I'm
          done fightin' I don't need it no
          more.

<b>          CHARLENE (OS INTERCOM)
</b>          That's fuckin' stupid.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          What?! Why?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Because it's sad you let them take
          it away from you, with all their
          stupid bullshit.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          - What else could I do, Charlene?

<b>          CHARLENE (OS INTERCOM)
</b>          There's a lot you could do, Micky.
          Ya fathah's gotta guy he wants ya
          to meet. You just don't think you
          can do it without Dicky -
          Micky looks at the intercom... doesn't say anything... looks up
          at the apartment building. Walks away.
          65aA INT. DICKY'S CELL - BILLRICA HOUSE OF CORRECTIONS- NIGHT 65aA
          Dicky shivers through crack withdrawal, clinging to his bed,
          sweating. SCREAMS, scratches at himself, SCREAMS in agony.
          PRISONER'S SHOUT OS 'SHUT THE FUCK UP.' Time lapse shows day
          night day night as Dicky shakes, screams, shivers. Til he
          stops - exhausted. Clean.

<b>          65A FADE IN - EXT. ROOF OF HOUSE -- DAY 65A
</b>
          2 MONTHS LATER - Micky, depressed, one hand bandaged, roofs
          with George and Beaver. FADE OUT - FADE IN --

<b>          65B INT. ALICE'S HOUSE - 3 WEEKS LATER - HBO PROMO FOR 'HIGH EB
</b>

<b>          CRACK STREET' PLAYS ON A TV
</b>
<b>          66 LOWELL MAN ON THE STREET DOCUMENTARY INTERVIEWS. REAL 66
</b>
<b>          INTERVIEWS WITH REAL LOWELL. TALKING ABOUT "HIGH ON CRACK
</b>
<b>          STREET" AIRING THAT NIGHT... HEARD IT MAKES THE CITY LOOK
</b>
<b>          BAD...MICKY & DICKY BAD FOR THE CITY... DREAM IS DEAD...
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 60aaA.

<b>          67 DUNKIN' DONUTS - CHELMSFORD ST., LOWELL - DAY 67
</b>          Raining. Micky runs into a crowded Dunkin' Donuts, tired,
          dark circles, out-of-shape. HAND HEALED, HABITUALLY

<b>          STRETCHING AND CLENCHING IT.
</b>
<b>                         (CUNTTNTTRT) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 60aA.

<b>                         67 CONTINUED:
</b>
<b>                         67
</b>          Everybody looking at him, some whisper. Micky's eyes wide,
          catches sight of Mickey O'Keefe in the back drinking coffee,
          reading the newspaper, still in his police uniform.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Hey!

<b>                         (C'NNTTNTTRT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 60A.

<b>                         67 CONTINUED: (2)
</b>
<b>                         67
</b>
<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (stands, hugs Micky hello)
          How's ya hand?!

<b>                         (MORE)
</b>
<b>                         ( NNTTNTTP FL
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 61.

<b>                         67 CONTINUED: (3) 67
</b>
<b>           MICKEY O'KEEFE (CONT'D)
</b>          Looks bettah.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          It's good, gettin' there.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Why don't ya come down to the gym
          if ya want? Ya fat fuck, look
          atcha.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (looks at people staring)
          Now I gotta worry about this movie
          tonight on HBO, everybody lookin'
          at me like I did somethin' wrong,
          ain't my fault he's on TV.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          It's bettah for ya if ya don't see
          it, Micky, it's just gonna make ya
          feel bad. [turns to everyone] What
          are you lookin' at? He ain't gonna
          be on TV, it's his crazy brothah.
          People stare at them.

<b>          68 BILLERICA HOUSE OF CORRECTIONS - VISITOR'S ROOM-1ST FLOOR 68
</b>
<b>                         - DAY
</b>          .Dicky playing with his 4-year-old son, sitting across from
          Alice smoking a Lucky, three newspapers in her lap, room
          crowded with convicts, visitors, thick with smoke.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Everybody's talkin' about the
          movie, Dicky, it sounds.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (regretful, wary)
          I know.
          (shakes his head)
          They're lettin' everybody on the
          first two tiers watch it tonight.
          C'mon, hit daddy with a kunckle
          sandwich. Bang-bang. Right in the
          mouth.
          (takes Little Dicky's
          hand, hits own mouth)
          C'mon, a knuckle sandwich!
          .Little Dicky hits Dicky in the mouth again. . .And Dicky
          pops out his fake teeth. Little Dicky cracks up laughing.

<b>          (CENTTNTTF.T))
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 61aA.

<b>                         68 CONTINUED: 68
</b>
<b>                          DICKY (CONT'D)
</b>          (laughing with his son)
          - My teef, my teef, Dicky, you
          knocked out my teef!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          They're sayin' it makes you an' the
          city look bad. What'd they make ya
          do?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (pops his teeth back)
          It wasn't supposed to work out this
          way. Say we did it for the kids,
          ma.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What kids, Dicky?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          About drugs, and all that. Is Micky
          gonna watch it? You ask 'im why he
          don't come to see me? All I do in
          here is think about comin' back and
          workin' with Micky, that's what
          keeps me goin'. I want a second
          chance to do it right for him and
          win a title. Will ya tell him that
          for me?
          They hear a guard, "C'mon, five minutes Dicky, wrap it up."
          Little Dicky reaches out and gently cups his father's nose..

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 61A-62.

<b>                         69 PRISON CORRIDOR 69
</b>          Dicky escorted by GUARD walks past 6' of bars where guys
          crowd and yell: "Dickyeee!" "Hey, Dicky! Dicky!" "Can't wait
          for tonight, brothah!"

<b>          70 HALLWAY, RE-ENTRY ROOM - 1ST FLOOR, B.H.C. - DAY 70
</b>          .Dicky heading back to his cell down the long tunnel-like
          hallway, stopping at the checkpoint for his strip search.
          The guard, Corrections Officer 1, 30s, short, stocky, opens
          the door to the small closet-like room, handprints on the
          wall.
          Dicky turns back around, bends over and separates his
          cheeks...

<b>                         CORRECTIONS OFFICER 1
</b>          Lookin' forward to seein' your HBO
          movie tonight.

<b>          71 DICKY'S CELL, 1ST TIER - 2ND FLOOR, B.H.C. - NIGHT 71
</b>           .Dicky pacing his 6-by-10 cell, solid stone walls, black
          iron-barred door, stainless-steel sink, toilet, crucifix
          hanging on the wall. Dicky starts throwing punches in the
          air, dancing around a rope stretching from one wall to the
          other, make-shift clothesline drying underwear, white
          socks.. .over the loudspeaker, "15 minutes to movie time."
          Dicky glances in a small mirror hanging on the wall...

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 63.

<b>          72 DAY ROOM - 2ND FLOOR, B.H.C. - NIGHT 72
</b>          Two prison guards supervise. Convicts cheer when they see
          Dicky walk in. Dicky raises his hands above his head...
          73 MICKY'S APARTMENT ABOVE GARAGE - KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM - NIGHTl3
          .Micky sitting in the tiny kitchen, drinking beer alone,
          dead drunk, ON TV, HBO's "High on Crack Street," a Tour Guide
          says, "Lowell was the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution
          in America, a place people came to find the American dream."
          BooBoo riding in a car, pointing, "That house sold crack,
          that one sold heroin, the one on the cornah sold crack."

<b>          MICKY SCRAMBLES FOR THE PHONE, DIALS FRANTICALLY.
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (INTO PHONE)
</b>          Jimmy, hey, sorry to rush, but I
          wanted to make sure Kasie's not
          watchin' HBO, okay?

<b>          74 LAURIE & HER HUSBAND'S LARGER HOUSE - NIGHT 74
</b>
<b>                         LAURIE'S HUSBAND
</b>
<b>                         (INTO PHONE)
</b>          OK, Mick, I got it --

<b>                         LAURIE
</b>
<b>                         (GRABS PHONE)
</b>          I want her to see it! Let her see
          who her uncle is! Who you ah!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (INTO PHONE)
</b>          Who I am? What are you talkin'
          about? Turn it off, Laurie, turn
          it off.
          Laurie up, joins Kasie, Jimmy as she watches eyes wide ...ON
          TV, Dicky talking to camera, missing rotting teeth, hollowed-
          out eyes, skeleton-like arms, fucked-up high, tries to spark
          a lighter, "Whoa,-- there's Richard Pryah for ya."

<b>          75 B.H.C. - DAY ROOM, 2ND FLOOR - NIGHT 75
</b>          .Dicky laughing, sitting in the room, wall-to wall noise,
          cigarette smoke, convicts whistling, cheering, watching his
          life playing back in front of him on TV, "You shoulda seen me
          then! My wife Debbie was the prettiest girl in Lowell, and my
          daughtah Kerry, I want Kerry to be proud a me now. Who knows
          what my life woulda been like, ya know." Convicts hollering,
          "Dickyge!" "Dicky!" "Dickyeee!"

<b>                         (C ONTTNTTRN
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 64.

<b>                         75 CONTINUED: 75
</b>          Dicky jumps up & puts on a show, grinning, throwing punches
          in the air... ON TV, Court officers leading Dicky out of the
          courtroom. Camera zooming in on Alice holding Little Dicky in
          her arms, both crying, sobbing. Zooming tighter on Little
          Dicky's face, tears falling down his cheeks, snot dripping
          from his nose...

<b>          DICKY STOPS PUNCHING, GRINNING... STANDING IN THE NOISE AND
</b>
<b>          THE SMOKE... WATCHING HIS 4-YEAR-OLD SON CRYING FOR HIM ON TV,
</b>          THEN, his own face behind bars in a holding cell, tears in
          his eye, "I didn't do nuthin'. Who's gonna take care a Little
          Dicky and, what about Tommy?"
          .Dicky stands there for a moment watching himself, his son,
          his life on TV... starts shaking his head no no no no. He
          turns still shaking, and heads for the payphones in the back
          of the room, ignoring all the noise, cheering, yelling. He
          picks up one of the phones, dials 0 + his mother's number,
          hears the operator, "Operator."

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (INTO PHONE)
</b>          Collect call from Dicky.
          He hears a busy signal, operator say, "Sorry, that line is
          busy, sir." Dicky looks back up at one of the TVs, Alice and
          Little Dicky sitting in the living room watching a tape of 24-
          year-old Dicky fighting Sugar Ray Leonard on HBO.
          He hangs up the phone and walks out of the day room...

<b>          76 CAFETERIA - 2ND FLOOR, B.H.C. 76
</b>          .Dicky drifts through the cafeteria, darkness lit only by
          fluorescent lights from the open kitchen, three inmate cooks
          chatting, cleaning. Nobody even sees Dicky, a ghost floating
          through the gloom. He opens a large unlocked black metal mesh
          door in the back, heads down the stairs, at the bottom
          another large door. Dicky opens it...

<b>          77 INT. TRAP, 1ST FLOOR - B.H.C. - NIGHT 77
</b>
           .He steps into.. .the Trap, the room in which inmates arrive
           to be processed, where a guard, Corrections Officer 2, 30s,
           tall, sits.

<b>                         CORRECTIONS OFFICER 2
</b>          (stands, surprised)
          Dicky!? What're you doin' here?

<b>                         ( CONTTNTTFD'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 65.

<b>                         77 CONTINUED: 77
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I gotta go home, Harry. I gotta
          tell Dicky it's gonna be okay, he
          don't gotta cry.

<b>                         CORRECTIONS OFFICER 2
</b>          (steps out, puts a hand on

<b>                         DICKY'S SHOULDER)
</b>          Get back upstairs before I write ya
          up.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          - He don't gotta cry no more.

<b>                         CORRECTIONS OFFICER 2
</b>          I don't know what you're talking
          about, Dicky, but you can't be
          here. You gotta go back up.
          Dicky looks at Corrections Officer 2, turns and heads back.

<b>          78 CORRIDOR, 2ND FLOOR - B.H.C. - NIGHT 78
</b>          .Dicky walking down the dimly lit hall, shadows dancing off
          walls, distant cheering, screaming echoing... stepping into
          the dark kitchen... Dicky sinks to his knees.. .onto the hard
          grey cement floor.. .and bows his head to pray.

<b>          79 ALICE'S & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 79
</b>          .Alice cries as she watches "High On Crack Street" with
          George and couple of her daughters. Little Dicky comes in.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (wiping away her tears

<b>                         DIALING PHONE)
</b>          No, sweetheaht, go back upstairs,
          you can't watch this. [into phone]
          Micky, can you believe what they're
          doin' to us?

<b>          80 MICKY'S APARTMENT ABOVE GARAGE - LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN 80
</b>
<b>                         - NIGHT
</b>          .Micky on the phone, upset, watching HBO.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (INTO PHONE)
</b>          Ma, I know, but he did it to
          himself.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 66.

<b>                         80 CONTINUED: 80
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          What was he thinkin! They set him
          up!

<b>          KNOCKING ON THE DOOR, HE OPENS IT AS HE LISTENS TO
</b>          PHONE..CHARLENE IS THERE. Micky's eyes widen with surprise.
          He hasn't seen her in a while.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          Maybe they got the drugs far 'im
          an' the movie --

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (staring at Charlene)
          It's very sad, ma, I gotta call ya
          back.
          He hangs up. He and Charlene stare at each other, taking it
          in, emotional, awkward. She laughs a little through
          tears. - .they hug.
          Micky crying into her shoulder and hair, Charlene holding
          onto him, she backs him into his BEDROOM, the fall to the
          bed, kissing. FADE OUT -

<b>          81 FADE IN - MICKY'S BEDROOM - EARLY NEXT MORNING 81
</b>          Next morning. Micky's hands grab dingy white boxing wraps
          out of the darkness of his messy closet, faded red gloves,
          throws them into an old blue gym bag, leaves. Charlene sits
          up in bed, groggy, gets up in Micky's t-shirt, goes out.

<b>          81A STAIRS - MICKY'S APARTMENT ABOVE GARAGE - EARLY MORNING 81A
</b>          Micky stands at the top of the stairs, old blue gym bag slung
          over his shoulder, early morning. He looks out at morning...

<b>          82 EXT. MICKY'S 2ND FLOOR APT. PORCH - CONTINUOUS 82
</b>
          Charlene runs out; Micky pauses on stairs.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (pauses on stairs)
          I wanna meet that guy George told
          you about. [pause] The one with the
          cab company.
          Charlene nods, Micky disappears down the stairs; she runs to
          the edge of the balcony, looks down, waits, in a moment
          Micky's back appears from under the porch, walking away. She
          watches him go.

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 66A.

<b>          82A EXT. LOWELL STREET NEARY MICKY'S - DAY 82A
</b>
          Micky walks -- silently -- camera tracks with him, on his
          face. Then let's him go into distance.

<b>                         (CC)NTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 67.

<b>          82A CONTINUED: 82A
</b>
<b>           TICK TICK TICK WE HEAR JUMP ROPE BEFORE WE DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
<b>                         83 OMITTED 83
</b>
<b>          84 RAMALHO'S WEST END GYM - DAYS 84
</b>          Days later: MICKY JUMPS ROPE; MICKY DOES ABS WORK under
          Mickey O'Keefe's watchful gaze.; MICKY HITS SPEED BAG; MICKY
          MOVES IN RING. JUMPS ROPE AGAIN. Pan reveals: Charlene,
          George, and SAL LONANO, 45, Italian, dark, mustache, tinted
          glasses, thick dark hair, watch.
          .Micky stops jumping, catching his breath. Kisses Charlene
          hello.

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Nobody keeps tryin' like this kid,
          I swear to God someone up there's
          watchin' over him, he's far from
          done. He'll take five punches to
          land one, that's how he fights,
          that's who he is. Micky this is Sal
          LoNano.
          Micky shakes Sal LoNano's hand.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You own a cab company, you're a
          good businessman, right?

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>
<b>                         (NODS)
</b>          I already made some calls. Spoke
          to Bobby Tags and he says we can
          get a small fight, somethin' local
          to staht back with.

<b>                         MICKY O'KEEFE
</b>          Get ya confidence back.

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>          Right, go from there. [claps his
          hands together in an idiosyncratic

<b>                         WAY]
</b>
<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          - Micky, I know ya dad wants this
          guy to manage ya, and I'll train ya
          on one condition.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          No crazy-time nonsense.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 68.

<b>                         84 CONTINUED: 84
</b>
<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          No Dicky, no Alice. If they come
          back, I'm gone, Mick. I can't deal
          with the bullshit, no offense
          Georgie.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          None taken, I'm the one who's gonna
          get his balls cut off anyway.

<b>          85 ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 85
</b>          George holds his arms up as pots, plates come flying at him.
          Alice looking around for something else to throw at him.
          George grabs her and holds on before she can hit him...

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          You traitor motherfucker!

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          Those pans hurt, you crazy bitch! I
          hadda help Micky!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          With that scumbag LoNano?! Now I
          gotta save Micky!

<b>          86 ' 88 LINCOLN CONTINENTAL (PARKED) - ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S 86
</b>
<b>           HOUSE - DAY
</b>           Alice and most of the sisters piling into Alice's car.

<b>                         87 OMITTED 87
</b>
<b>          88 CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 88
</b>           Micky and Charlene make out in their underwear on the bed
          when a car screeches up outside. The intercom rings.
          .Charlene looks out her window, sees TWO SISTERS on her
          porch while Alice and FOUR OTHER SISTERS pile out of the car
          and up her walk.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Holy shit. Your mothah's here with
          your sistahs.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Don't answah the door.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          I'm not hidin' from your crazy
          fuckin' family, Micky!

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 69.

<b>          89 FRONT DOOR - CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - DAY 89
</b>          THE DOOR OPENS...and Charlene stands there with Micky
          slightly behind her.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Hi.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Well, well, well, look at this.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Look at what?

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          You can't hide from us, Micky.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          He's not hiding.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          I wasn't talkin' to you, I was
          talkin' to my son. What're you
          doin' Micky?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm not hidin' from nobody -

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Ya not helpin' yaself with ya
          fathah's scumbag friend, and ya
          can't turn ya back on Dicky, all he
          evah wanted was for you to be World
          Champ.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Micky's a grown man, he can make
          his own decisions.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Keep ya mouth shut. I'm his muthah.
          You need Dicky, no one trains you
          like him, ya can't do it without

<b>                         'IM -
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>
<b>                         (LAUGHS)
</b>          What else can he do, Dicky's in
          prison!

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 70.

<b>                         89 CONTINUED: 89
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Why ya always lookin' out for him,
          Ma? Wes? Why's it always Dicky,
          Dicky, Dicky -

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          I'm lookin' out for YOU. My boys
          are everything to me. I had nine
          children, I loved all a you the
          same.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          You got a funny way a showin' it --

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Yeah, a funny way, Ma, Dicky's a
          great trainah, I love him to death,
          but do ya evah think all the othah
          damage he's done?

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Lettin' him get beat up, get his
          hand broken.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (lunges at Charlene)
          Are you crazy, Micky's my baby!
          Micky grabs her before she gets to Charlene.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Don't ever lay a hand on Charlene.

<b>                         TAR (CINDY)
</b>          Skank.

<b>                         PORK (CATHY)
</b>          She's a fuckin' bah skank!

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Don't call me skank, I'll rip that
          hair right outta ya fuckin' head!
          Red Dog lunges at Charlene and takes poke at her; Charlene
          grabs Red Dog's face and shoves her.. .then backhands Beaver,
          who's grabbing her hair, sloppy like a bar fight.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (lets go of his mother,
          breaking up the fight)
          HEY! HEY! For the love a Christ!

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFF '
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 71.

<b>                         89 CONTINUED: (2) 89
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (quiet, crying)

<b>                         MICKY --
</b>          They look at each other, tearful, heartbreaking. Red Dog and
          Beaver put their arms around her and walk her to the car.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (crying as they walk)
          What's happening? My God, what is
          happening to everyone? I don't
          undahstand it.
          George pulls up in roofing truck, starts to get out, sees
          Alice and sisters, looks scared, pulls out.

<b>          90 SHERATON INN LOWELL - GUEST ROOM, 4TH FLOOR - 7:00 PM - 90
</b>
<b>                          FRIDAY
</b>           TITLE: Ward vs. Castillo - Sheraton Inn Lowell - August 19,
           1994. Micky getting undressed, getting ready for the fight.
          Charlene sitting on the bed watching him. CLOSE ON: Micky
          stands till in the mirror, muttering under his breath as he
          goes over combinations and scenarios in his head.

<b>          91 HALLWAY - SHERATON INN LOWELL - 8:28 PM 91
</b>          Hour later. Micky leaving his room, head moving side-to-
          side, warmed up, sweat dripping, gloves, robe on. . .Charlene
          next to him, Mickey O'Keefe, Art Ramalho, andcutman Ed
          Aliano walking in front of him.. .Micky sees "'Irish' Mickey
          Ward" on the back of O'Keefe's corner jacket.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (shakes his head, on edge)
          I do not spell my name with a
          friggin' "E."

<b>          92 ELEVATOR, SHERATON INN LOWELL - DOORS OPEN 92
</b>          Micky stands in his robe, boxing trunks, gloves, in the
          elevator with the others, nods to a young couple and their
          two kids, rolls his neck, shakes his legs, Mickey O'Keefe
          rubs his shoulders. Young couple not sure what to make of
          it..Ding! The elevator finally arrives. Micky lets the
          family out first, then he, Charlene, Mickey O'Keefe, Art
          Ramalho and Ed Aliano step off.

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 72.

<b>          93 RING - BALLROOM, SHERATON INN LOWELL - 8:58 PM 93
</b>           TITLE: Rd 4 - 2:08 (time running down). Micky's chin almost
           atop LUIS CASTILLO's, 33, 5 9", 144 lbs, shoulder... throws a
          left hook to Castillo's ribs...Mickey O'Keefe shouting from
          ringside... Charlene cheering with Sal LoNano...George ...Micky
          follows with a short right uppercut, then a hook.. .And
          Castillo goes crashing down to the canvas! Tries to get up,
          stumbling... Referee waves the fight over... hometown standing-
          room-only crowd explodes cheering, screaming for Micky...
          .Micky raises his hands in victory for the first time in
          years, looks over to his corner...no Dicky. Micky O'Keefe
          ducks through the ropes and hugs Micky, whispering something
          in his ear. Charlene follows, hugging Micky.

<b>          94 INSIDE YARD, 1ST FLOOR - B.H.C. - DAY 94
</b>          Weeks later. Dicky's running, shadowboxing around a track,
          gray hooded sweatshirt soaked with sweat, noisy crowded
          square 75-by-75, solid brick up 20-feet, razor-spiraled
          barbed wire. He slows down, walks, alone, quiet within
          himself. We watch him for a moment. Over loudspeaker,
          "Visit for Dicky Ecklund."

<b>          95 VISITOR'S ROOM - 1ST FLOOR, B.H.C. - DAY 95
</b>          .Micky and Dicky sit facing each other.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I know you know what I'm doin'.
          I'm sure Alice, everybody else,
          told you, I wanted to tell you to
          your face, myself. I got new
          management, I'm workin' with Mickey
          O'Keefe, and it's going good.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Yeah, sure, they got ya fighin'
          Alfonso Sanchez.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (PROUD)
</b>          On HBO.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (makes a face)
          Yeah, HBO's all invested in the
          Mexican, Micky, wake up, they don't
          care if you get killed. Toma did
          it. He's usin' ya like a steppin'-
          stone for Sanchez.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTPN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 73.

<b>                         95 CONTINUED: 95
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Of course, how could I stand a
          chance without the Great Dicky
          Ecklund in my corner? You didn't
          care if I got killed with Mungin,
          now all of a sudden, you're worried
          Sanchez is gonna hurt me, why? Cuz
          you're stuck here and you can't be
          center of attention no more.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I seen that Mexican fight, Micky!
          He hits very hard! 15 knockouts!
          Undefeated! Are you crazy? That
          idiot LoNano went right for it!
          He's usin' you to steal money!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (PISSED)
</b>          I wasted my 20s in bad fights set
          by you and Alice! I finally gotta
          good thing goin', shut up and be
          happy for me!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          What's ya plan, Mick? How ya gonna
          fight Sanchez?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I ain't here to talk about that!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Oh yeah, you are.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Watch the fight, you'll see the
          plan.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          They won't let us watch the fight
          cuz it's 'violent'! They let us
          watch the stupid documentary on
          crack but not my own brothah
          fightin'! [people look at them].
          Are ya scared? Are ya embarraassed
          cuz ya don't even have a plan? Just
          tell me.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Ya gonna shit on it no mattah what
          I say!

<b>          ( C'.ONTTNTTFT)'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 73A.

<b>                         95 CONTINUED: (2) 95
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I won't shit on it. Come on, just
          tell me.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (thinks, then, grudgingly)
          Go toe to toe; ovahhand right in
          the middle rounds. He's weak
          against the overhand right.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (EYES WIDE)
</b>          Who came up with that? Fatty
          O'Keefe?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Fuck you. I'm gonna go. (Stands]

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Ya gotta run against this guy!
          Move, let 'im punch himself out

<b>                         (MORE)
</b>
<b>                         (C''ONTTNTTF:F )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 74.

<b>                         95 CONTINUED: (3) 95
</b>
<b>                          DICKY (CONT'D)
</b>          Take 'im to the body, Micky! Get
          inside. Switch stances like ya
          workin' his right, hit 'im on the
          left. Be careful, don't switch
          outside.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (starting to go)
          You're not me. You can't be me. You
          had a hard enough time being you
          when you had your chance. I'll
          fight Sanchez the way I fight.
          Walks out.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (stands and shouts)
          I'm TALKIN' about the way you
          fight, you moron! You know I'm
          right!
          As Micky opens the door his face registers Dicky's words.

<b>          96 THOMAS & MACK CENTER, LAS VEGAS - AISLE - 9:02 PM 96
</b>          TITLE: Sanchez vs. Ward - Thomas & Mack Center, Las Vegas.
          Micky making his way down the aisle for the Sanchez fight,
          emerald trunks, robe with white trim, "Mickey Ward" spelled
          wrong on the back, crowd cheering, HBO. . .Mickey O'Keefe and
          cutman ED ALIANO, 62, gray hair, glasses, right behind Micky,
          emerald "Mickey Ward" corner 'aackets.

<b>          97 RING - THOMAS & MACK CENTER- 9:28 PM 97
</b>           TITLE: Rd 5 - :48 (time running down). Micky beat up,
          running away, face red, scrape on his left cheek, cut above
          his left eye.. .Hard punching ALFONSO SANCHEZ, 25, 5'7", 140
          lbs, black trunks, chasing after him.. .Charlene screaming
          sitting ringside with Sal LoNano, George, Donna, Beaver,
          their husbands, sitting behind them.. . .crowd all around
          booing Micky, hear one of the HBO announcers, LARRY MERCHANT
          (the real audio), "I mean, Ward's just running away.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFD'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 75.

<b>                         97 CONTINUED: 97
</b>          It's awful. I know Sanchez is strong, really strong, but I
          can't understand why Ward's not fighting back. This fight's
          supposed to be a reality check to see where he's at. He's a
          better fighter than this. He lust keeps running away."
          .Sanchez catches Micky, lands a right and a left ...Bam!
          Bam!...Micky reels against the ropes... Sanchez hits him with
          a right--Right--Left hook--Left hook.. .Micky tries to tie
          Sanchez up...Bam!...Left hook! The bell rings. End of Rd 5.

<b>          98 RING APRON, MICKY'S CORNER - BETWEEN 5TH & 6TH RDS-8:29PM 98
</b>          .Charlene watches Micky stumble to the corner. Mickey
          O'Keefe inside the ring pouring water into Micky's mouth, Al
          Gavin leaning over, working to stop the bleeding above
          Micky's left eye.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (stands up, shouting)
          Come on Micky! Stop dickin' around!

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (kneels in front of Micky)
          Breathe, Mick, breathe. Catch this
          sunovabitch with an ovah hand
          right, ya hear me? He won't see
          it comin'.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (nods, spits out water)
          He hits like bricks. When he
          misses it hurts.

<b>          99 RING - THOMAS & MACK CENTER - 8:31 PM 99
</b>           TITLE: Rd 6 - 2:01 (time running down).Micky running again,
           around & around the ring.

<b>          100 ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 100
</b>           Alice stands holding the phone to her ear as she watches the
           fight on HBO. Little Alice, Sherri, Tar, Pork, all watching
          the fight with her.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          He's fightin' scared, Dicky.
          Runnin', not hittin' back, O'Keefe
          looks mad. He's gonna get hurt -

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 76.

<b>          101 B.H.C. - DAY ROOM - CONTINUOUS 101
</b>          .Dicky on a pay phone, convicts on all the phones, more
          waiting their turn behind the yellow line.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          No, Ma, it's okay, it's okay, he's
          doin' what I told' im. He's doin'
          it!
          INTERCUT as necessary:
          ON TV, Micky switches stances outside...Sanchez counters with
          a booming left uppercut ...Bam! Micky drops to one knee!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          Oh Jesus!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          What happened?!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          Knocked down with an uppah cut
          changin' stances outside!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (on phone, screaming)
          I told 'im inside, c'mon, Micky!

<b>          CUT BACK TO:
</b>
<b>          102 RING - THOMAS & MACK CENTER 102
</b>          .Micky gets back to his feet. . .Referee MITCH HALPERN gives
          him a standing eight-count, "Three... Four...Five..."

<b>          REFEREEE MITCH HALPERN
</b>          (looks at Micky)
          You alright?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (eyes wide, blood

<b>                         DRIPPING)
</b>          Yuh.
          .Halpern motions to start fighting. Micky immediately runs
          again, staying away from Sanchez, hear another HBO announcer,
          ROY JONES JR., (the real audio), "The referee should just go
          ahead and stop this fight.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 77.

<b>                         102 CONTINUED: 102
</b>          He knows that Micky doesn't want to be here." Hear JIM
          LAMPLEY, "This is really one of the saddest kinds of fights
          in boxing. Micky Ward is 32-years-old. He's here because he
          needs the money. He's taking a beating. Getting humiliated."
          Micky just keeps running.
          The bell rings. End of Rd 6.

<b>          103 ALICE & GEORGE WARD'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM 103
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>
<b>                         (ON PHONE)
</b>          They're sayin' they should stop the
          fight, they never seen such an
          embarrassin' performance, oh it's
          awful, Dick.

<b>          104 B.H.C. - DAY ROOM 104
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (eyes wide, starting to
          get nervous, on phone)
          He's gotta go inside, Ma, he's
          gotta go inside when the time's
           right. He's gotta -

<b>          105 MICKY'S CORNER, RING - THOMAS & MACK CENTER 105
</b>          .Micky makes his way over to his corner, bleeding from
          above his left eye, left cheek.. .Mickey O'Keefe jumps into
          the ring... Sal LoNano leaves his seat and goes to the corner,
          Charlene follows him.

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>          (shouts at Micky)
          Why you running around so much?!
          Don't run around no more

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (yells back at Sal)
          Shut the fuck up, Sal!

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>          You're blowin' it!
          .Mickey O'Keefe pours water into Micky's mouth. Referee
          Mitch Halpern comes over to the corner.

<b>          REFEREEE MITCH HALPERN
</b>          Ya gotta show me somethin' soon,
          Mick, or I'm gonna stop it.

<b>                         (CONTTNTTRT)
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 78.

<b>                         105 CONTINUED: 105
</b>
<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          He's good! He's good!

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (looks up at Micky from

<b>                         RINGSIDE)
</b>          They're gonna stop the fight!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (leans out ropes, angry))
          Don't stop the fight,-- I got it.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>
<b>                         (SHOUTS)
</b>          THEN LET'S GO, BABY! Let's GO! Get
          ya frickin' punches off!

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          (through the ropes)
          Will ya siddown, I got it! I know
          what I'm doin', Jesus --
          (wipes Vaseline over

<b>                         MICKY'S FACE)
</b>          I don't know what's happenin' out
          there, maybe you wanna fuckin' tell
          me, cuz we're losin' all six
          rounds. Is that what ya want? You
          want me to stop it? I'm gonna stop
          this fight, Micky. I sweah to
          Christ, I'll stop it. I don't know
          what ya doin' but ya bettah do it
          soon.

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (tense teasrs, holds
          phone, watches TV)
          Round 7. Sanchez'll try to finish
          'im right now. (tearing, wipes

<b>                         EYES)
</b>
<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>          Dicky on the phone at prison, leans head on wall, tense,
          muttering to himself, shakes his head, tearing up. Prisoners
          watch, SAD.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (SAD)
</b>          Aw, come on, Micky.

<b>          CUT BACK TO:
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 79.

<b>          106 RING - THOMAS & MACK CENTER 106
</b>           TITLE: Rd 7 - 3:00 (time running down). Sanchez comes out
          from his corner, no fear of Micky. The bell rings. Micky
          meets him in the middle of the ring...Sanchez COMES OUT HARD,
          TRYING TO END IT, pounds Micky's body ...Bam! Bam!
          Bam!...Micky shakes his head, unloads a hard left hook and
          takes a step closer...
          SUDDENLY EVERYTHING SLOWS DOWN.. .Micky sees excactly what
          Dicky told him-mapped out like dance steps on the canvas.
          Micky moves inside on Sanchez He switches stances workin'
          his right.. .Then he hits him on the left. That's his punch.
          He owns it. He and Dicky worked it a million times.
          BACK TO REGULAR SPEED. Sanchez goes down to his hands and
          knees like he's been shot! Hear Lampley, "What am I looking
          at? This is one of the most extraordinary things I've ever
          seen in boxing!"...Sanchez crawling on the canvas in pain.
          Halpern counting him out, "Six... Seven..." Micky runs to a
          neutral corner; then jumps with his arms in the air when
          Sanchez does not move.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (jumping up & down)

<b>          YEAHHHHHH! FUCK YEAHHHHHHH!
</b>
<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (shocked, eyes wide)

<b>          HE DID IT! BODY SHOT! IT'S OVAH!
</b>
<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (SCREAMING OUT)
</b>
<b>          YEAHHHHHH! MY BRUTHAH DROPPED
</b>          SANCHEZ! Just like I told 'im!

<b>          PRISONERS AND GUARDS EXPLODE INTO CHEERS.
</b>
<b>          CUT BACK TO:
</b>          Mickey O'Keefe HUGGING MICKY, jumping up and down in the ring
          together as Sal LoNano and George jump up in Micky's corner.
          Charlene jumps up and down crying and laughing. Sal hugs him,
          Micky pushes him off.
          .Micky drops to one knee in his corner and crosses himself,
          blood dripping down his face.

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 80.

<b>          107 DRESSING ROOM - THOMAS & MACK CENTER - NIGHT 107
</b>          Micky sitting on a table, Ed Aliano fixing up his face,
          cleaning up the blood. Charlene, Mickey O'Keefe, George,
          Donna, Beaver, husbands, other hanger-onners, celebrating,
          happy, drunk. Sal LoNano walks in.

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>          Micky, Mike Toma just told me
          something very interesting.
          Micky, Charlene look at Sal, unsure.

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>          Remember Alice told ya Mike Toma
          was usin' ya like a steppin stone
          for Sanchez and I said she was
          fulla shit? Turns out she was
          right. Toma said Sanchez had a
          title shot if he won tonight.
          Micky and Charlene look unsure as they take this i

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          Holy Christ, that's beautiful.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Why? Why is the beautiful?

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>          Now it's Micky's shot. Shea Neary
          in London for the title.
          Charlene kisses Micky. Everybody slapping Micky on the back,
          hugging him, jumping up & down around him, celebrating him, a
          world title shot. Micky smiling in the middle of the
          celebration, then, distracted, something's missing.

<b>          108 LOWELL MAN ON THE STREET DOCUMENTARY INTERVIEWS. REAL 108
</b>
<b>          INTERVIEWS WITH REAL LOWELL. EXCITED TALK ABOUT SANCHEZ KNOCK
</b>
<b>          OUT: BAM, LIKE HE WAS SHOT! MICKY PROVED EVERYONE WRONG. . .AND
</b>
<b>          NOW SHEA NEARY! WORLD TITLE! HOPE IS BACK...DREAMS RENEWED...
</b>
<b>          109 B.H.C., FRONT DOORS - NORTH BILLERICA, MASS - DAY 109
</b>          Months later. Dicky walks out of prison into the bright sun,
          three-story brick building high on a hill, wearing the same
          clothes he was arrested in over a year ago... stretches out
          his back, heads down the stairs toward the driveway, 30-foot
          chain-link fence, high razor-spiraled barbed wire.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 81.

<b>          110 VISITORS PARKING LOT, B.H.C. - '88 LINCOLN CONTINENTAL 110
</b>
<b>          (PARKED) - DAY
</b>          .Dicky sees his mother's Lincoln parked at a security gate,
          starts to run. Alice gets out of her car, Little Dicky, now
          6-years-old, jumping out the other side.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (gives Dicky a big hug)
          Oh Dicky, thank Gahd, everythin's
          gonna be OK again.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (hugging his mother)
          Easy, Ma, my back's killin' me.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Thank god you're out! Charlene and
          that LoNano charactah are robbin'
          'im blind, Sal's sayin' ain't no
          money for spahhin' pahtnahs!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I'll make it right with Micky, I'll
          apologize, it'll all be okay.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (looks at Dicky like he's

<b>                         CRAZY)
</b>          What are you talkin' about? You're
          Dicky Ecklund. You got nuthin' to
          apologize for.

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          111 ' 88 LINCOLN CONTINENTAL (PARKED) - RAMALHO'S WEST END GYM,111
</b>
<b>           SCHOOL ST. - DAY
</b>           .Dicky closing the door to his mother's car, Little Dicky
           in his arms, McDonald's in his hands.. .Alice gets out after
           him. Dicky looks up at the decaying brick warehouse, still
           abandoned except for the 1st floor, broken windows still on
           all the upper floors.

<b>          112 RAMALHO'S WEST END GYM - 1ST FLOOR - DAY 112
</b>
<b>          NOTE: SISTERS WILL COME IN WITH CAKE AND WELCOME BACK DICKY
</b>
<b>          SIGN AT WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT WE FEEL AND CHOOSE TOMORROW.
</b>          Dicky steps through the doorway, holding Little Dicky,
          McDonald's, Alice behind them...sees Micky hitting the pads
          with Micky O'Keefe in the center ring... Charlene, George,
          Sal, Art Ramalho watching ringside, Ray Ramalho cleaning up
          the place.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 82.

<b>                         112 CONTINUED: 112
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (looks around, shouts)
          Quackah!
          .Micky stops punching, smiles when he sees his brother,
          sweat dripping... and jumps out of the ring, leaving Mickey
          O'Keefe behind holding the pads... Charlene, George, Sal, Art,
          Ray, other fighters in the gym look at Dicky, some call out,
          "Dicky!" "Dickyee!" "Dicky!" WHILE MICKY AND ALICE HAVE
          AWKWARD EYE CONTACT; ALSO CHARLENE AND ALICE, then Micky and
          Charlene.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          -- Dicky Donuts lookit ya! They let
          ya keep the new teeth!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (nods, smiles)
          Hey, why ain't Micky spahhin'!?
          Georgie, what're you doin' outta
          the house?
          Charlene just shakes her head at Dicky. Micky kisses his
          mother hello.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          (puts a short beefy arm
          around Dicky's neck)
          Dicky, meet my friend Sal LoNano.
          Dicky glances warily at Sal for brief eye contact.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (emotional, defended)
          Hey. (turns to Ray Ramalho) Ra
          Ray! (high fives Ray)
          O'Keefe stares, fuming, looks to Micky, who glances
          nervously, but says nothing.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I wanna make an amend to everyone
          here, I know I done a lot of stupid
          things, and I wanna say I'm sorry,
          and that's ovah.
          They all look at him.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I'm very grateful to be back in
          this gym with you all. I gotta
          lotta time to make up for, and I
          wanna make the best of it.

<b>                         (MORE)
</b>
<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFT)'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 82A.

<b>                         112 CONTINUED: (2) 112
</b>
<b>                          DICKY (CONT'D)
</b>          You deserve the best, Micky, you
          have a chance to go all the way and
          I'm ready to be there for ya.
          Charlene and O'Keefe look upset. Awkward, everyone looking at
          Dicky who nods, pleased, and walks into the locker room.
          O'Keefe and Charlene stare intensely at Micky, who looks
          somber.

<b>                         (RNNTTNT7FT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 83.

<b>                         112 CONTINUED: ( 3) 112
</b>          Micky goes into the locker room.

<b>          113 LOCKER ROOM, RAMALHO'S WEST END GYM - DAY 113
</b>          Dicky changing, Little Dicky watching him, both still
          eating McDonald's. Micky walks into the locker room.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (CHANGING)
</b>          I can't tell ya how good it is to
          be back.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You look good, your eyes are clear.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I look good, right? Alice said lock
          up mighta been the best thing to
          happen to me. I got clean. I got
          clear up here (taps his head).

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          That's beautiful, Dick. There's
          somethin' we gotta talk about.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Hold on, I wanted to say' I been
          waitin' for this day, Micky, I been
          waitin' the whole time I was away.
          It kept me goin', it kept me alive,
          the idea of us workin' togethah
          again.
          Micky looks at him, nods. It's breaking his heart.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I made a promise to them that I
          wouldn't work with you again.
          Dicky takes this in. Stunned.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFF'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 83A.

<b>                         113 CONTINUED: 113
</b>
<b>                          DICKY
</b>           Ever?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I had to. After everything that
          happened. I'm sorry.
          Dicky is hurt, stunned.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          The whole time I was away --

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm glad you're back, I'm glad
          you're doing good, I don't know
          what else to say.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTFT)'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 84.

<b>                         113 CONTINUED: (2) 113
</b>          Micky, tears in his eyes, stares at Dicky a moment, nods,
          leaves the locker room.

<b>          114 INT. GYM - CONTINUOUS 114
</b>
          All eyes watch Micky messed up now -- Charlene, O'Keefe,
          George, Alice, Little Dicky, others. He steps back into the
          ring with O'Keefe.
          O'Keefe looks unsure as he holds the mits. Micky's about to
          throw when O'Keefe turns, looks.
          (CnNTTNTTF. )1

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 85.

<b>                         114 CONTINUED: 114
</b>           Dicky walks back into the gym as Micky is about to work out
          with O'Keefe.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          What happened?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          He says I can't work with him.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          That's not right. [Dicky starts to
          leave] He never woulda won Sanchez
          without me!

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          That's fuckin' bullshit! Take that
          back!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Don't talk to my mother my mother
          like that.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Why don't you ask Micky?

<b>                         MICKEY O'KEEFE
</b>          They gotta go. If we're gonna
          train.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          They have to go, Micky.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Why don't you ask Micky if he
          woulda won Sanchez without Dicky?
          Ask him.
          They all look at Micky. He is torn up over this as he
          considers it before he speaks and they all watch, tense.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I wouldn'ta won Sanchez without
          Dicky.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          How can you say that to O'Keefe?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Because it's true. I went in with
          our plan and it wasn't working, I
          switched to what I learned with
          Dicky.
          Micky looks at O'Keefe, who is hurt.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTT' N
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 85aA.

<b>                         114 CONTINUED: (2) 114
</b>
<b>                          MICKY (CONT'D)
</b>          I wouldn'ta won it without you,
          either, O'Keefe, you know that.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          You got the focus and confidence
          from O'Keefe and Sal and your
          father and me!

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          You were lucky to win that fight,
          Dicky saved him!

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          We saved him! Dickya junkbag!

<b>                         (C ONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 85A.

<b>                         114 CONTINUED: (3) 114
</b>
<b>                          DICKY
</b>           Fuck you, Charlene, I'm 8 months
           sober.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          I'm sure you'll need somethin' for
          your back now that you're out.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          O'Keefe's in the same boat I am,
          one day at a time, why's it all
          right for him to be here, but not
          me? I'm blood.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I'm the one fighting, not you, not
          you, and not YOU. I know what I
          need.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>
<b>                         (GETS SHRILL)
</b>          And you need Dicky?
          Micky roils as he makes this decision.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          I want Dicky back. And I want you,
          Charlene, and I want O'Keefe, and
          my family.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          You can't do that to us.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You sound like them now.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Maybe you're just like them and
          that's where you belong.
          She looks at him, turns and walks out of the gym, followed by
          O'Keefe, who looks sadly back at Micky.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Everything happens for a reason,
          this could be for the best, honey.
          Micky watches Dicky get geared up with gloves, headgear,
          mouth guard by Art Ramalho. ANOTHER BOXER gears up Micky.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 86.

<b>                         114 CONTINUED: ( 4) 114
</b>          Alice's eyes glow.

<b>                         RAY RAMALHO
</b>          Dicky Ecklund, the pride a Lowell!
          This rankles Micky as he and Dicky square off.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I was trainin' in jail, so I'm
          ready.
          The two brothers spar, falling right back into it as Alice,
          George, others watch. Dicky moving around the ring...
          He snaps Micky's head with a combination. Micky starts
          banging him with body shots...Bam! Bam! Bam!...Dicky tries to
          make Micky miss. Micky grabs him tying him up.. .Dicky pushes
          Micky away, ducks, jabs.. .Micky traps Dicky's left under his
          elbow/arm, pulling it. . .Turning Dicky so his back is exposed,
          drilling him in the kidney. Dicky goes down on one knee in
          pain...
          And Micky comes over the top with a straight right off the
          back of Dicky's head.. .Dicky SLAMS down hard! Face hitting
          canvas, blood running from his nose into his mouth...

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 86A.

<b>                         114 CONTINUED: (5) 114
</b>
<b>                         LITTLE DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (CRIES)
</b>          Daddy, Daddy!
          (CUNTTNTTF.n'

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 87.

<b>                         114 CONTINUED: ( 6) 114
</b>
<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (holds Little Dicky)
          Alice, take him home. [Little Alice
          leaves with Little Dicky]. What're
          you doin', Micky? What's the
          matter with you!

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Can this be my fight, for once,
          Alice, huh, just once, maybe just
          this one time, not for Dicky? I
          know you think he's comin' back,
          he's 40 years old and doesn't have
          a tooth in his head that's his own--

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (GETTING UP)
</b>          I can go ten more rounds, let's go-

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Let your brother talk.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I'm Shea Neary, let's go, I'm Shea
          Neary, how ya gonna work me?

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Shut up!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Shea Neary --

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Shut up!
          Dicky, hurt, stops.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I'm the one who has this fight,
          this is my chance for a title, and
          I won't get another one after this.
          Am I being selfish? Am I saying
          Micky, Micky, Micky? I'm sorry, I
          thought I was fighting for a
          championship.
          He throws his gear off and starts to go when she runs to him,
          embraces him.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't
          know.

<b>                         (MORE)
</b>
<b>                         (CONTTNTTRN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 87aA.

<b>                         114 CONTINUED: (7) 114
</b>
<b>                          ALICE (CONT'D)
</b>          I didn't know what I was doing, I
          don't know why I did what I did, I
          did the best I could, I'll do
          better, I don't want to hurt you,
          Micky, I love you so much.
          As she holds him, Micky looks frustrated, but tears up in
          spite of himself and nods.

<b>          THEY HEAR WOODEN FOLDING CHAIRS THAT WERE PROPPED BY THE CAKE
</b>          FALL BY ACCIDENT, AND LOOK TO SEE Dicky throw gear as he
          leaves via the main door.

<b>          A115 EXT. RAMALHO'S WEST END GYM - CONTINUOUS A115
</b>
          George runs after Dicky outside the gym, shouts.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          (trying to keep up with

<b>                         DICKY)
</b>          Come on back--

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          No, I gotta take care a something.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          Micky wants you, I want you.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Do ya, Georgie?

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFD'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 87A.

<b>          A115 CONTINUED: A115
</b>
<b>                         GEORGE
</b>          We gotta do this for Micky, come
          on. You're my son, too, Dick.
          Come on.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          You're my poppa, George.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I gotta take care a something.
          He takes off, leaving George behind.

<b>                         GEORGE
</b>
<b>                         (SHOUTS)
</b>          I know what that means, don't do
          it, Dick. Come back.
          But Dicky keeps going. George watches, sad.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFT)1
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 88.

<b>          A115 CONTINUED: (2) A115
</b>
<b>                         (CONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 88A.

<b>          A115 CONTINUED: (3) A115
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 89.

<b>          115 STREETS - DOWNTOWN, LOWELL - LATE AFTERNOON 115
</b>          Sun starting to die in the sky. Dicky limping down the
          street, still sweaty in shorts, t-shirt, hears people
          shouting out his name, "Dicky!" "Dicky!" "Dicky!"

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 90.

<b>          116 EXT. CRACK STREET - CONTINUOUS 116
</b>
          Dicky walks down the street, waves to familiar Cambodian
          faces and others. Approaches the crack house. BooBoo,
          Wolfie, some other crackheads hanging out front.

<b>          BOOBOO, WOLFIE, KAREN
</b>          (see Dicky, shout)
          Dicky's back! Hey, Dicky!
          Dicky limps toward them, slows down, looks at BooBoo, the
          house behind then continues to walk-then starts to run.
          Dicky running down the street...

<b>          117 CHARLENE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - LATE AFTERNOON 117
</b>          Dicky pushes the buzzer, sweat dripping.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (INTO INTERCOM)
</b>          Charlene, it's Dicky.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Get off my porch, you piece of
          shit.
          Dicky presses the buzzer and won't stop.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (over the buzzer)
          You fuckin' asshole!

<b>          118 FRONT DOOR, CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - LATE AFTERNOON 118
</b>          Charlene opening her door...Dicky standing in the doorway,
          sweating, agitated.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I know you can't fuckin' stand me.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Really? What makes ya say that?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I got no use for you eithah, but my
          bruthah loves ya and ya can't walk
          away 'cause a me. He don't deserve
          that. If you want me to quit, I'll
          quit.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          You're full a shit.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTT D'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 91.

<b>                         118 CONTINUED: 118
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Sweah to God, I'll quit if it makes
          you go back. Micky's got a chance
          to do somethin' I nevah did -

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>
<b>                         (MOCKING)
</b>          Oh, the Sugah Ray Leonahd fight was
          my chance, I was great, I fought
          Sugah Ray Leonahd---

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Fuck you, Charlene. I came here to
          make things right -

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          OK, let's make things right, numbah
          one: Ya didn't knock down Sugah Ray
          Leonahd, he tripped.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (PAUSES)
</b>          I was in the fuckin' ring with 'im,
          Chalene, don't you think I know
          what happened? But I went ten
          rounds with Sugar Ray Leonard, what
          the fuck have you evah done? Is
          your life so great?
          She doesn't say anything.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Your eyes are red, you're hung
          ovah, don't tell me you're not. Ya
          life sucks.

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Maybe, the part without Micky
          sucks. Maybe I never did anything
          special like you, but I love Micky
          and I want him to have his chance.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Then leave me alone. He needs me,
          you heard him, and I know he needs
          you, so let's spare him the
          bullshit from either one of us.
          She looks at him. Nods grudgingly.

<b>                         (CC)NTTNTTFF )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 92.

<b>                         118 CONTINUED: (2) 118
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          OK. I'll see ya in Micky's corner,
          otherwise go fuck yourself.
          Dicky nods, walks off the porch.

<b>          119 STREET - CHARLENE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - LATE AFTERNOON 119
</b>          .Micky slams the door of his car, walks to see: Dicky
          leaving.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (SURPRISED)
</b>          - What the hell are you doin' here?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          We worked it out fah you. Ask her.
          It's all together.
          Micky looks up and sees Charlene standing in the door. She
          nods. He looks at Dicky.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Good. Get O'Keefe back, too.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Micky nods, heads toward Charlene.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          - hey, Mick, you think I knocked
          down Sugah Ray Leonahd?
          Micky pauses, looks at his brother, says nothing.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          You went ten rounds, and he never
          hurt you. You were my hero.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (walking away, back

<b>                         TURNED)
</b>          I was...
          He walks away.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFF '
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 93.

<b>                         119 CONTINUED: 119
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (calls after him)
          Do you want a ride home?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (shakes his head, limps

<b>                         AWAY)
</b>          Nah, I'm good. I'm good.
          Micky watches his brother walk away; Charlene hugs Micky's
          arm.

<b>          120 HILTON LONDON OLYMPIA HOTEL - CONFERENCE ROOM - LONDON, 120
</b>
<b>          ENGLAND - NIGHT
</b>          TITLE: Neary vs. Ward, WBU Light Welterweight Title Weigh-In -
          Hilton London Olympia Hotel, London.
          Dicky, Alice, Charlene, George, Sal, O'Keefe bicker as Micky
          stands on edge of press conference.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          I should be the one standin' there
          next to him, I'm his trainah, his
          brothah and my mothah--

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Been there from the staht --

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          Me and O'Keefe got him through

<b>                         SANCHEZ --
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          HEY. Nobody goes on stage. Just
          me and the manager, that's how it's
          done by the professionals. I don't
          wanna hear anothah word.
          Micky & Dicky standing together watching SHEA "SHAMROCK
          EXPRESS" NEARY, 30, 5'8", 140 lbs, hard looking, flat nose,
          short-cropped hair, square jaw, shirt, pants off, underwear
          only, being weighed-in by British Boxing Commissioners, WBU
          officials. Neary's manager, JOHN HYLAND, 41, bald, glasses,
          by his side, yapping at reporters, microphones, cameras.

<b>                         JOHN HYLAND
</b>          (thick Liverpool accent)
          - Shea's been sleepin' on a
          concrete floor in an empty
          apahtment, livin' by 'imself away
          from 'is family.

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTFN )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 94.

<b>                         120 CONTINUED: 120
</b>           Dicky whispers intoMicky's ear...Micky smiles, putshisarm
           around his brother.Sal LoNano standing behind thescale,
           hear a commissioner shout, "Neary,-- 9 stone, 13 pounds!"
           Photographers snapping shots, reporters shouting questions,
           "Hey, Micky, what about you?"

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          Nah, I ain't gonna sleep on no
          floor. I like my bed an' my
          girlfriend too much -
          He waves at Charlene in the crowd. Reporters laugh. Neary
          glares at Micky and steps off the scale. Micky sees Alice
          squeezed way in the back of the room with George, both all
          dressed up, new clothes, hair done up.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (SHOUTS OUT)
</b>          Hey, Ma, Dad, come on up here!
          Alice and George start heading toward the front of the room,
          Alice looking at all the cameras, smiling, she's back in the
          spotlight. She's the belle of the ball.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (to the reporters)
          My muthah used to manage both of
          us, me and Dicky both. Neithah of
          us would be here if it weren't for
          her, right?

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          No shit, Mick, she's our muthah -
          Reporters laugh, shout, "How long were you their manager for,
          Mrs. Ward?"

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          (smiles at all the
          cameras.. .her one well-

<b>                         REHEARSED LINE)
</b>          I been managin' both of 'em my
          whole life, honey.
          Reporters laugh. Micky & Dicky laugh. Micky sees Charlene
          shake her head and smile despite herself.

<b>                         SHEA NEARY
</b>          (Liverpool accent, snaps)
          Why the hell's ya mothah up here,
          this ain't no place for old ladies.

<b>          (C Y)NTTNTTT?T) )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 95.

<b>                         120 CONTINUED: ( 2) 120
</b>          Alice turns to Neary like she's gonna fucking hit him. Dicky
          puts an arm around her. Photographers yell, "Let's eeta
          Picture, boys!" "Face off!" Micky shakes his head, stands
          across from Neary. Neary glares at Micky trying to
          intimidate him. "Micky, it's your first fight overseas, and
          it's in Shea's hometown, you worried about that?"

<b>                         MICKY
</b>
<b>                         (SHRUGS)
</b>          - You can have the whole country
          behind ya, but it's only gonna be
          me and him in the ring, right?

<b>          121 OLYMPIA GRAND HALL - 9:10 PM 121
</b>          TITLE: Neary vs. Ward, WBU Light Welterweight Title -Olympia
          Grand Hall. Crowd streaming into Olympia Grand Hall,
          stunning Victorian architecture, barrel-vaulted roof. Neary
          fans singing, waving Irish flags, painted green faces.

<b>          122 HOLDING AREA, AISLE - OLYMPIA GRAND HALL - 9:11 PM 122
</b>          .Micky & Dicky stop at the top of a long aisle down to the
          ring, both looking out at the screaming crowd, 11,000 Neary
          fans ...an HBO producer with a headset holding up a hand.
          Micky pops his yellow gloves together, white trunks, robe,
          black trim, "MickyWard spelled right, Dicky stretches out
          his back, kicking the nervousness out of his legs, "Micky
          Ward" on his white corner jacket. . .Sal LoNano, the 2nd in the
          corner, and cutman Al Gavin behind them.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (turns to Sal, on edge)
          Where's his song, Sal? You gotta
          be good for somethin'. I dunno why
          you gotta be in the cornah anyways -

<b>                         SAL LONANO
</b>          Make sure you don't do somethin'
          stupid.
          .Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again" begins playing over the
          sound system...

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Why dontchya try singin', Sal,
          maybe you can do that -

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (nods, singing the song
          quietly to himself)
          "Now I don't know where I'm goin'
          But I sure know where I been."

<b>          (CC)NTTNTTRT)'
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 96.

<b>                         122 CONTINUED: 122
</b>          Dicky looks at his brother and starts quietly singing along
          with him. . .walking down the aisle together, crowd booing,
          whistling, screaming... Sal LoNano and Al Gavin following,
          Whitesnake singing, "And here I go again on my own/Goin' down
          the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to
          walk alone."

<b>                         123 RING 123
</b>          .Micky climbs into the ring, Dicky helps him take off his
          robe... lights go dark, green spotlights shine, the Pogues
          rollicking "The Irish Rover" plays...Micky & Dicky watch Shea
          Neary making his way down the aisle, black trunks, no robe,
          green gloves, handler behind him holding up the WBU title
          belt, another waving a big Irish flag. .. Crowd cheering,
          dancing, singing along...
          .Dicky crosses himself, kisses his fingers... Micky sees
          Charlene sitting ringside in the dark, flashing green lights,
          and gives her a little wave... Charlene waves back, mouths, "I
          love you. Kick ass!" Alice and George sitting a couple rows
          behind her. Neary walks toward the ring, pounding himself
          hard in the face, jaw, forehead with both gloves...

<b>          124 RING - OLYMPIA GRAND HALL - 9:19 PM 124
</b>          .Micky and Neary standing face-to-face in the middle of the
          ring, Dicky rubbing his brother's neck ...Neary leans in and
          presses his forehead against Micky's forehead...Referee
          MICKEY VANN, red shirt, black bow-tie, giving the fighters
          pre-fight instructions.

<b>          REFEREEE MICKEY VANN
</b>
<b>                         (LEEDS ACCENT)
</b>          Come out when ya hear the bell, and
          don't piss about. Shake hands, both
          of ya.
          .Micky reaches out to touch gloves with Neary...Neary will
          not touch gloves, instead, to Micky's surprise, he pushes his
          forehead into Micky's. Ref separates them, Micky again
          reaches to touch gloves but Neary will not.

<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (walks to Dicky in his

<b>                         CORNER)
</b>          - You see that? I'm gonna kick his
          ass.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Good. Go right at him, staht early
          for once!

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 97.

<b>          125 RING, OLYMPIA GRAND HALL - 9:20 PM 125
</b>           TITLE: Rd 1 - 3:00 (time running down). The bell rings.
          Micky and Neary meet in the middle of the ring, hear one of
          the HBO announcers, JIM LAMPLEY (the real audio), "The big
          challenge for Ward is to get off to a faster start than is
          customary for him. Micky Ward a notoriously slow starter,
          Shea Nearv an ultra-fast starter. And that's the question
          that hovers over round one, will Ward be ready for the
          fight." Neary takes it right to Micky, whistling shots
          hammering his body ...Bam! Bam! Bam! Micky stands his ground
          and catches Neary with short uppercuts... Standing forehead-to-
          forehead in the middle of the ring. . .Micky taps Neary on the
          side of the head, drops down and drills a left hooks into
          Neary's ribs ...Bam!...Neary grimaces, lowers his elbow...
          1:47 (time running down) ...Micky throws another hook--
          Uppercut--Uppercut--Hook...Neary fires back, unloading wide
          rights into Micky's body...Bam! Bam! Bam!...Micky takes the
          punches and answers. Both fighters in close, trading back &
          forth, hear HBO's Larry Merchant (the real audio), "Forehead-
          to-forehead. And Ecklund I'm sorry, Ward's,-- the right side
          of Ward is red from the body punches being thrown by Neary."
          Hear Lampley, "Ward's coming out trying to match Neary blow
          for blow! And now Neary starts to come on and take the last
          30-.seconds .Nearv fires
          Ward!" Micky goes
          sprawling into the ropes, almost falling out of the ring,
          only the ropes holding him up! Crowd on its feet screaming
          for blood... Charlene, Alice, George all yelling for Micky.
          Dicky screaming, "COVER UP! COVER UP!"
          :20 (time running down) ... Lampley, "Ward's still hurt. He's
          trying to hold on. He eats an uppercut. A fighter cannot be
          saved by the bell in any round "...Neary moves in for the
          kill.. .Micky trying to hold onto him, hear HBO's GEORGE
          FOREMAN (the real audio), "Ward should stay still. His legs
          aren't under him.". Neary attacking wildly...Micky's out on
          his feet, stumbling drunk. The bell rings. End of Rd 1.

<b>          126 MICKY'S CORNER, RING 126
</b>          .Dicky jumps onto the apron, forgetting the stool...hear
          Lampley, "Ward is out on his feet." Micky standing unsteady,
          hear Merchant, "They don't have the stool up there fast
          enough!" Dicky holding up Micky, blood from Micky's mouth
          spilling all over Dicky's shoulder, chest, white corner
          jacket...

<b>                         (CC)NTTNTTFM
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 97A.

<b>                         126 CONTINUED: 126
</b>
<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (TO MICKY)
</b>          You got the Elvis leg, Mick, jump,
          c'mon, Micky, jump with me, we
          gotta get ya legs back, jump with

<b>                         ME -
</b>
<b>                         (CNNTTNT7FD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 98.

<b>                         126 CONTINUED: (2) 126
</b>
<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          (screaming at Sal)
          Give him the stool! Where's the
          stool!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Shut up! Get outta here!

<b>                         CHARLENE
</b>          He needs to sit!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>
<b>                         (TO MICKY)
</b>          Jump with me!

<b>                         (CNNTTNTTRT))
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 99.

<b>                         126 CONTINUED: (3) 126
</b>          Micky jumps with Dicky ...two brothers lumping, jumping like
          little kids.. .Referee Mickey Vann motioning Micky back into
          the center of the ring...

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (leans close into his
          brother before he goes,

<b>                         TALKING FAST)
</b>          Go aftah 'im so he don't think ya
          hurt, Mick, stay off the fuckin'
          ropes!
          .Dicky heads out of the ring... crosses himself, kisses his
          fingers and climbs out through the ropes, his brother's blood
          all over him.

<b>          127 RING, OLYMPIA GRAND HALL - 9:24 PM 127
</b>           TITLE: Rd 2 - 3:00 (time running down). Neary comes out of
          his corner ready to put Micky away... crowd still standing
          screaming for blood. He gets Micky right back on the ropes.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          Go aftah 'im! Get off the ropes!
          Micky throws a right, going right after Neary. Neary caught
          off-guard, steps back, letting Micky off the ropes. Micky
          keeps throwing, legs still unsteady. Neary flicks out a jab,
          keeping his distace. Foreman, "I think Neary's making a big,
          big mistake. He's allowing Micky to recover. He knows Micky's
          a veteran who's been hurt before, knows what to do when he's
          hurt. But he doesn't know if he's still hurt or not."
          .Micky waking back up, getting his legs back under him,
          hitting Neary with a left to the body--Left uppercut ...Neary
          answers, landing a left hook to Micky's chin--Left hook--Left
          hook.

<b>                         (RNNTTNTTRD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 100.

<b>                         127 CONTINUED: 127
</b>          Lampley, "And now Neary comes back again, and now Ward!"
          Micky answers with a short right--Uppercut...Bam! Bam!...hear
          Merchant, "This isn't entertainment. This isn't business.
          This is fighting!"

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          128 MICKY'S CORNER, RING - BETWEEN 2ND & 3RD RDS - 9:28 PM 128
</b>          .Micky taking deep breaths, Al Gavin in the ring working on
          a two-inch gouge under Micky's left eye, Dicky leaning
          through the ropes, pouring water in Micky's bloody mouth.

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (inches from his face,
          just the two of them)
          Don't take unnecessary punishment,
          you're not a punchin' bag, don't
          let him abuse you! You hear me? We
          been waitin' our whole lives for
          this! It's all been leading up to
          right now, Micky! This is your
          time, Micky! I blew it, but you
          don't have to. Take all ya emotion
          and pain from me all we done and
          use it out there right now. Don't
          let 'em take it away from you,
          Micky! Do you hear me?
          Micky looks at his brother, nods, turns spits out blood and
          water. Dicky TAKES MICKY'S NECK IN HIS HANDS AS HE PUTS HIS

<b>          FOREHEAD TO MICKY'S; THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES A MOMENT; BELL
</b>
<b>          RINGS FOR THE NEXT ROUND.
</b>          Micky stands, turns to Charlene sitting ringside; Dicky puts
          the mouth piece into Micky's mouth. She's on her feet staring
          at her man. Alice and George on their feet, staring as well.

<b>          129 RING, OLYMPIA GRAND HALL 129
</b>           TITLE: Rd 3 - 3:00 (time running down). Micky stands up and
          crosses himself, cut, bruised, swollen face.. .sees Neary
          standing across the ring... Dicky starts bouncing on his toes
          ringside, looks up at his brother in the ring. Micky starts
          bouncing on his toes.. .walks toward Neary...

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>          2:28 (time running down). ..Micky and Neary toe-to-toe trading
          punches, neither backing down, hear Larry Merchant, "They are
          trying to hurt each other with every punch. This is a test
          now of will." Neary swings hard hitting Micky's temple with
          a big right...Bam!...Micky's hurt, legs dancing about!
          Lampley, "Ward wobbled there by a right cross from Neary!
          (C.ONTTNTTF.n'

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 100A.

<b>                         129 CONTINUED: 129
</b>          Neary goes to the body and to the uppercut as he tries to
          finish Micky!"

<b>          A130 INT. ALICE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY A130
</b>
          THE SISTERS WATCH THE FIGHT ON TELEVISION, TENSE, chatting
          about it.

<b>                         (CONTTNTTFD )
</b>
                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 101.

<b>          A130 CONTINUED: A130
</b>          .Crowd standing, screaming...Charlene and Alice can't
          watch ...Neary backs Micky up against the ropes, hitting him
          with everything he's got, pounding hard right after hard
          right ...Bam! Bam! Bam! Merchant, "Vicious body shots from
          Neary!"...Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!...Micky covering his face with
          his gloves, bleeding from his mouth, under his eye.. .hear
          Merchant, "And Micky Ward is in trouble again!"
          .Dicky's on his feet ringside, leaning on the ring apron,
          mirroring Micky in the ring... covering his face with his
          hands, bobbing his head.. .starts punching, screaming, "Punch
          ya way out of it. Punch out of it!"
          .Micky starts firing at Neary, hear Lampley, "Ward trying
          to trade his way back!"...Neary steps back...Micky slips off
          the ropes and raises his hands over his head, letting Neary
          know he survived. . .And fires a left hook--Right uppercut!
          Lampley, "And Ward hurts Neary with a body shot! Ward hurts
          him again with that left to the body! Neary is wobbled!"
          Micky rocks Neary with another left hook to the body ...Bam!
          Micky follows with a huge left uppercut... Bam!
          Neary stumbles backwards and goes crashing down to the
          canvas! Hear Lampley scream, "Big uppercut by Ward! First
          time in 22 fights that Shea Neary has been down!" Neary gets
          back up to his feet at "Four..." Referee Mickey Vann giving
          him the standing eight-count, "Six... Seven... Eight."
          .Dicky shaking his fist, screaming Micky on, "This is it!
          This is it! This is it!"
          .Micky walks back in and unleashes a huge left hook--Left
          hook--Right uppercut--Left hook. Neary backpedaling. Right
          uppercut. Neary trying to cover up. Another left uppercut
          sends Neary reeling across the ring! Sprawling out of
          control, landing with his head CRASHING down in Micky's
          corner!
          Dicky raises his hands over his head, white corner jacket
          stained with Micky's blood...
          .Charlene, Alice, George all on her feet screaming, crowd
          now cheering for Micky ...Lampley, "Neary down for the second
          time! Mickey Vann's gonna stop it!"...The referee waves it's
          over, it's over, hear Merchant, "He's done it! Micky Ward's
          done it!" CUT TO: SISTERS EXPLODE TO CHEERS WATCHING AT HOME.
          .Micky throws his hands in the air, blood dripping down his
          face...he can't believe it...he can't believe it...he can't
          believe it...he screams with joy. . .Dicky jumps up into the
          ring, runs to his brother... Charlene... Alice... George all
          screaming with joy outside the ring...
          (C_fNTTNTT1 f )

                         

                         

                         

                         
           The Fighter 8/28/09 GREEN DRAFT 102.

<b>          A130 CONTINUED: (2) A130
</b>
<b>                         MICKY
</b>          (looks down and hugs his
          brother's head between
          his gloves, laughing)
          Dickyeeee!

<b>                         DICKY
</b>          (holding Micky up off the
          ground, looks up at
          him.. .tears in his eyes)
          Ohmygahd, Micky, you're the world
          champion! You're champion a the
          whole world!
          .Dicky holding his brother up in his arms...Micky raises
          his fists above his head... the two brothers together in the
          middle of the crowded ring... FREEZE FRAME ON MICKY IN THE AIR
          HELD ALOFT BY Dicky. Credits start. Then TEXT: 'Micky Ward
          went on to three epic fights with Arturo Gatti. bringing
          Micky his first seven-figure paydays. He retired in 2003."
          UNFREEZE: Dicky turns as he holds Micky and now we see
          Dicky's face, scrunched against Micky's hip as he holds him
          aloft. FREEZE FRAME ON Dicky: "Dicky lives with Alice and
          Little Dicky a few blocks away from Micky, and trains
          fighters in Lowell. Free from crack, he battles his addiction
          every day.' UNFREEZE: Alice steps into the ring, BEAMING,
          followed by George.

<b>                         ALICE
</b>          Both my boys are champions, Micky
          you're a champion! I love you!
          She touches Micky's hair and neck, loving eye contact with
          him, when Micky is pulled toward Charlene, who grabs his face
          and kisses him deeply, leaving Alice to turn and lovingly fix
          the collar of Dicky's cornerman jacket. FREEZE ON MICKY
          CHARLENE KISS: 'Micky married Charlene in 2005. They live in
          Lowell with his daughter Kasie in the house he bought with
          the money he made from the Neary fight. Credits continue.

<b>                         CUT TO:
</b>
<b>          130 LOWELL MAN ON THE STREET DOCUMENTARY INTERVIEWS. 130
</b>          Credits continue over real interviews with real Lowell;
          followed by the sisters. Micky & Dicky are champions of the
          world. . .the dream is alive in Lowell...


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Which member of Micky's family realize that other members of the family are bad influences?
Which member of Micky s family realize that other members of the family are bad influences ?
Micky's father
Micky s father
Father
Father