i don't think so.
veronica porche.
yes.
don brought me here, but i'm not "with". anybody.
l.a. but my people are from louisiana. we're creole. so i'm african, french, spanish, my mother's grandfather was jewish.
you know.  . i'm glad you said what you did. you made sure this fight stays here.
ali, boma ye.
no.
squints, trying to figure out how he did it, because.
holdin' this in africa make people proud. all over the world. they're proud of you. anybody can fight in vegas.
islamic faith help you to that?
	8:
nothing. cassius is asleep in a lounge chair. incongruously a tv is run from the house by an extension cord. cassius wakes. his eyes say, "who are you?"
arrives with ali and entourage. it's a modern hotel. meanwhile, a different group are about to depart in limos. one among them, a tall man in a dashiki and sunglasses and carrying a walking stick, separates. he sees ali. so does the woman next to him. she is the poet maya angelou.