Locker 13

"WEE"

Know thyself.

That's an old saying.

Old as in Greek and stuff.

It's written on some temple in a place called Delphi, right'?

Six ancient philosopher-types took credit

for coming up with that, including Socrates,

so it must have been some pretty cutting-edge stuff back then.

Ma. Hmm.

So you start thinking, "Do I know myself?

"I mean, really, who am I'?

"What do I want'?

"Do I like myself?

"Am I happy?" and on and on.

I mean, it'll drive you nuts.

But you don't truly know the answers to those questions

until they're staring you right in the face.

Well, folks, that about wraps it up

here at Gunsight Pass.

We're sad to say, it's closing time.

Want to thank everyone for coming out to visit

our slice of the wild, wild West.

Wm:

What about me what'?

Was

I don't know, Archie.

I'm just here to clean.

I been on the night cleaning staff for 27 years.

Wm.

No need. I love it.

Five days a week, eight hours a day,

480 minutes, 28,600 seconds

of glorious, quiet "me" time.

And now, I'm gonna give you those glorious seconds.

Um... thanks'?

Hmm.

A job like this where all you have is time,

you really can get to know yourself.

You married?

Girlfriend?

No.

What's her name'?

Erica.

[am

I don't really know.

I, uh, never met her in person.

We met online.

She was a tutor when I was inside.

You know the secret to any relationship?

Ma?

Know you yourself.

Now, I spoke to your parole officer,

and, believe me, this is the best place for you.

You have to think of this as your second chance.

You were in the pen for two years,

all that noise and all that chaos?

In here, you get solitude,

not solitary confinement.

What were you in for'?

Two years.

No, what'd you do'?

I didn't do nothin'.

I sat there.

I was in jail.

No. What put you there?

The judge-

Okay, I got it.

Do we have to wear this uniform'?

It's itching the hell outta me.

You ever been to Disneyland?

WEE???

No.

Come on. I'll show you something.

Everything you see here is to put on the illusion

that people are stepping back in time to the Old West.

All the workers... the security guards, the gardeners,

the chuck wagon drivers, and us, the night cleaning crew,

we have to wear these uniforms to make it more real for them.

[ESQ breathing.

So there's more night cleaning staff'?

Nope, just you.

Mama?

Aw, come on, nothing you can't handle.

There's a few tasks. I'll show you those.

But most everything's taken care of regular by the daily crew.

You're on your own.

That's why I keep telling you,

you got to know who you are.

Emmy.

There she is.

Beautiful, ain't she'?

SKIP

Well, I thought all jailbirds found God.

Well, not this one.

Apparently.

What are these?

Part of my authentic Western outfit?

Yeah, every day.

What the heck are these doing here'?

Hmm.

You know, I believe that each of us

has the capacity for great things.

Really?

Big things.

What would you be willing to do

to have everything you wanted?

I don't know.

Would you be willing to give up your life as you know it'?

Your soul?

There was this young boxer...

young up-and-comer name of Tommy Novak.

Never heard of him.

Exactly, but he had aspirations,

he had plans, he had talent.

And then you know what happened'?

WEE???

He made some bad choices.

He's nothing like the once proud boxer

we remember only a decade ago.

Eight, nine, ten.

We.

You got a minor concussion.

I don't want you sparring for a week.

Can I fight'?

Doc'?

I can't suspend you yet,

and I don't want to have to go to the commission.

But I can fight, right'?

- Right? - Yeah!

Yeah, Tommy, you can fight.

No!

He said I could fight.

- It doesn't matter. - Don, you heard him.

It doesn't matter, Tommy, 'cause I can't get you any new fights.

Mm:

You're not a draw, Tommy.

You're a punching bag.

The last two cards, they were favors.

I've got kids on the come.

[Ma.

We.

I gotta move on, Tommy.

Don'?

I],

he's gonna need some sparring.

I'll give you twenty bucks a round.

Keep you in the game.

Hurry up, old man!

Just need some gloves.

Just need some gloves.

Emmy.

You're no boxer.

What'd you say to me, old man'?

Give me your hands.

Ma.

Boxers score points,

boxers make deals, boxers talk big,

Emma.

You're a fighter.

Boxing is the science.

Fighting ram.

Are you gonna take it,

Or are you gonna give it'?

You...

got a lot to give.

Twenty bucks.

He's so slow, I should get a senior discount.

Come on, a workout!

I paid for a workout!

Wan,

Come on, Tommy.

Don't be afraid.

Little bitch.

Oh!

Ell.

Hey! What the hell are you doing'?

Stop!

Stop it!

Hey! Hey! Get off him!

Get off him!

[Elm.

Whoa, jeez!

What the hell'?

Get the doctor!

Hey! I do you a favor,

and you pay me back with two cracked ribs and a concussion?

Ray is gonna be out for a month!

Hey, Don, I didn't mean to hurt him.

Yeah'? Well, I got a problem.

Ray was my casino undercard...

but after that show you put on out there,

you give me an idea.

Ray was gonna fight this local Indian kid named Billy Marco.

Now, there's no way that you can beat that Marco,

but if you Wale on him

like you just did out there in the first round,

maybe the closed circuit

will get picked up by the local sports feed.

And maybe...

up mm highlights.