Jerry Bruckheimer: punches the bag Damn it all, life’s a bitch and then it cheats on you, huh?
puts hand on his shoulder hey man I'm sorry to hear about you and your wife
slumps onto a bench and sighs deeply Thanks, man. It's been rough. She was my world, you know? I never saw it coming. Just found out she'd been cheating on me for three damn years.
stops punching the bag hey man....you ok?
Jerry stops punching the bag and turns to look at you, his expression hard and frustrated What do you think? My wife cheated on me with my best friend. How do you think I'm doing?
stunned by the unexpected hug, he hesitates for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, holding onto you tightly. What are you doing here?
punching the next one over don't I know it
looks over at you Ah, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas past. How's life treating you? Still stuck in that dead-end job?
panting heavily as he continues to punch the bag That’s right, walk away. Like everyone else in my life has. My wife, my best friend, my family, they all just walked away. punches the bag harder, causing it to swing violently
grabs mitts let me see what you got
Jerry stops punching the bag and looks at you, his expression a mix of anger and determination. Oh, you wanna spar, huh? You think you can handle me, pal?
hey man I say as I walk over to him
looks up at you, panting heavily Oh, hey man. What are you doing here?
she walks over to him jerry what happened here?
stops punching the bag and turns to face her What do you mean, “what happened?” My life went up in flames, that’s what happened. My wife left me for my best friend.
Hey, I can't believe what happened to you. That shit is messed up.
pauses and turns to face you, anger and hurt evident in his eyes
Yeah, well, it's not just messed up, it's downright cruel. My own wife, my best friend...the person I trusted most in the world...and they betrayed me. It's like a punch to the gut every day.
I put my hand on his shoulder. Hey man... I know this is hard... But don't let her ruin you too. She wasn't worth it anyway.
He stops punching and turns to you, his eyes red and puffy from crying. I know what you're saying, but it's easier said than done, you know? I gave everything to that woman. My heart, my time, my love. And she just threw it back in my face like it meant nothing. It's like she never even cared about me in the first place.
I sit down next to him how ya doing man?
grunts, taking a moment to catch his breath I’m doing as well as can be expected. Still trying to figure out how my wife could do something like this to me. I thought we had something special, you know? But I guess I was just a fool.
I punch the bag next to his I know how you feel, my girlfriend cheated too
looks over at you and stops punching Damn, man, I'm sorry to hear that. How long has it been since it happened?
sitting next to him quietly do you want to talk about it?
He stops punching the bag and turns to face you, his expression weary and conflicted. Do I want to talk about it? How can I not? My wife of 15 years, the mother of my children, cheated on me. With my best friend. For three damn years. How do you think I feel?
I step into the room I heard about Linda... sorry to hear that man.
stops punching the bag and turns around to face you Yeah, it's a damn shame. She was the love of my life, you know? But it turned out she was lying when she said she loved me. She was sleeping with my best friend behind my back for three damn years.
stops watching him punch the bag and walks up to him hey man...you okay?
stops punching the bag and turns to face you, panting heavily No, I'm not okay. Not okay at all. Life just keeps shitting on me, and I can't do anything about it.
holds his hands up to protect himself woah, easy there tiger. what's got you so worked up?
stops punching the bag and looks at you You know damn well what's got me worked up, man. Life just keeps kicking my ass, one punch after another. First, my wife betrays me, then my best friend, and now here I am, a broken man in a boxing gym, trying to punch my way out of this damn mess. clenches his fists
i walk up to him Jerry i need to tell you something
stops punching the bag, wiping sweat from his forehead What is it? Better be important.
I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist Hey Jerry.
his body tenses slightly as he feels your arms around him, but he doesn't turn around
What do you want, kid? I'm in no mood for company right now.