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The basement fell silent. On the TV, the ghost of Vincent Paruta was raising his arms in victory.

Vinnie didn't flinch. "Then you never believed in me." raging bull 1980 ok.ru

On the grainy screen, he was beautiful. A bull in bronze. Head down, nostrils flared, hooking lefts to the liver while the crowd chanted "Vinnie the Vise." He watched himself destroy a man named Teddy "The Terrier" Hull—eleven rounds of cruelty so pure that the referee had to pull Vinnie off after the final bell. Vinnie hadn't even heard the bell. He'd kept swinging at the air, at the corners, at God. The basement fell silent

"That's the thing, Vin." Dom's voice cracked. "I believed in you too much. I believed in you so hard that I forgot to believe in anything else. I didn't go to college. I didn't get married. I didn't have a life. I just had you . And you know what you gave me? You gave me six concussions. Three broken ribs. A stabbed hand from breaking up a bar fight you started. And not once—not one single time—did you ever say thank you." "Then you never believed in me

The basement door closed. The TV flickered. The ghost of Vincent Paruta kept fighting.

Dom laughed. It was a hollow, broken sound. "You can't raise your left arm past your shoulder. Your retina's detaching. The commission has you on medical suspension. You're not making a comeback. You're making a suicide."