Gladiator (1992) - full transcript

* Brother

* Sister

* It's the loneliness
That's the killer *

(**)

* So you want

* To be free

* To live your life

* The way you want to be

* Will you give

* If we cry

* Will we live



* Or will we die

* Jaded hearts

* Heal with time

* Shoot that love

* So we can
Stop the bleeding *

* Solitary brother

* Is there still a part of you
That wants to live *

* Solitary sister

* Is there still a part of you
That wants to give *

* If we try

* And live our lives

* The want we wanna be
Yeah *

* Oh, love, love
Oh, love, love *

(PARENT TALKING INDISTINCTLY)



(PLAYFUL SHOUTING)

Shoot, man!
Shoot!

Yo!
Who said you could shoot?

This is a black game, homes.

I don't want your whiteness
shoving through my hoops.

Punk ass, keep walking!

Look at them boots
he wearing, man.

(KIDS LAUGHING)

He's a stupid ass.

Shit.
Fuck you too, Lincoln.

Talk about a punk.

Yo, man, let's get the game
started back up again.

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

BOY: Yo, Brian!
Wait up, man!

BOY 1: He started it.
BOY 2: You started it!

I'm gonna slick
your sister, spic!

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Three thirty-two.

All right,
what's going on here?

He started it.

GIRL: Ooh, he's cute.
BOY: We got a new kid.

GIRL: Uh-oh.

You in my seat, boy.

(GIRL LAUGHING)

You in my seat now.

Damn.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Is this seat taken?

Guess what?
I'm in your seat?

How'd you know that?

Did I say something?

Yeah,
you said something.

Get out of my seat,
snow face.

I don't think
that I can do that.

Oh, you don't think
you can do that, huh?

No. You see, I've grown
real attached to this seat.

In fact, I think
we're gonna be going steady.

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)

Wow, that's funny.
You're a comedian, huh?

Leroy, take off that hat
and sit down.

Sit down or leave my class.

(BELL RINGS)

I catch you on
the greasy side.

Billy, would you please
distribute these?

Now, before you
ladies get pregnant

and you gentlemen
murder one another,

you will learn
the joy of reading.

This way you have something
to do in your ninth month

or in your jail cell.

The short fiction
of Mark Twain.

Can anyone tell me what
novels Mark Twain wrote?

Belinda?

Tom Sawyer
Àand Huckleberry Finn.

Yes, The AdventuresPof.
American classics.

And who knows
Mark Twain's real name?

Dawn?
Samuel Clemens.

Very good, Dawn.

Yes, Leroy?

Teach, why he gotta
use another name?

Why do you think?

He wanted by the law.

(LAUGHTER)

No, it's a pseudonym,
a made-up name.

I got a pseudonym too."Spits."

That's a nickname, Leroy.
It has a meaning.

And I hesitate
to think how you got it.

A pseudonym

usually has no meaning.

But this is an exception.

Can anyone tell me
what "Mark Twain" means?

I thought not.

It's a nautical expression
used by riverboat captains

on the Mississippi,

used to tell how deep
the river was.

Right.
Ooh. Rodeo scholar.

Settle down.
And who are you?

It's on your desk, ma'am.

"Transfer Tommy Riley."

Well, Mr. Riley,

welcome to paradise.

(**)

(INDISTINCT RAPPING)

Hey, hombre.

You got an extra smoke?

Yeah, sure.

Appreciate that.
I do. Listen.

How about one
for after school?

You want one for
your girlfriend?

I never refuse.
Never refuse.

How about
your mom and dad?

You okay, huh? I'll
pay you back tomorrow.

That's the dude.
That's the one?

Amigo,
you carry a weapon?

Hey.

Hey.

Well, he don't
look like much.

He not much.
He's just a funny boy.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

You funny, boy?

Well, come on,
make me laugh.

I don't want
any trouble.

That's too bad,
funny boy.

See, trouble be
my middle name.

Trouble be his,
uh, pseudonym.

LINCOLN: Shortcut!

Well, well, well.

Abraham Lincoln.

Linc,
here you go, man.

I thought you was
thrown out of school.

Hey, this is public property.
I got business to conduct.

Gotta see how my
storm troopers are faring.

How are your
avenging angels?

Close to God,
my brother.

Awful close
to the wrath of God.

Yeah, I owe you, Lincoln.

I owe you
what you did to Jerome.

Anytime, nigger.
Anyplace.

Well, then.

Hello, time.

Hello, place.

BOY: Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, Jerome
use a razor too.

All you storm troopers
hide behind a razor?

Why don't you step
in the ring with me, bitch?

Fight like a real man.

You gonna bleed
either way, partner!

No, you gonna miss.
Yeah, come on!

Hey! Hey! Hey!
LINCOLN: You crazy bitch!

Come on!

Break it up,
you animals.

Hey, hey, hey.
Don't you drop me!

I'm gonna kill
somebody, Lincoln!

I'm gonna kill somebody,
and that best be you, boy!

Yeah, well, I'll be
at your mama's house!

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)

Come on.

Hey, kid,
your name Riley?

Yeah.
Your pops is John Riley?

What about it?

Well, we're friends
of Big John's.

Yeah,
bowling buddies.

Can we come in?

Right.

Thing is, we were supposed
to rendezvous with Big John

over in Bridgeport.

Yeah, yesterday,
but guess what.

Somebody
flew the coop.

Sharkey got
discombobulated.

We had to cop the forwarding
address off the postman.

Nice.

That's last week's,
due yesterday.

(MARKER SQUEAKING)

And this week's
installment.

Due today.

(MARKER SQUEAKING)

You be sure and show pops
my message, huh?

I'll show him.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAN: If I was younger
and you was older--

Yeah, in your dreams,
buddy.

Oh.

Hi.

Hey.

What are you
doing here?

Could I get a cup
of coffee, please?

MAN: Don't give me this
bullshit about Murphy's Law.

If I run into Murphy,
I'm gonna kick him
right in the balls.

Detached retina? What the
hell am I, an eye doctor?

He's ducking the fight,
that's what he's doing.

I'll come right over.
I'll see for myself. Right.

Let's go.
Assholes.

I don't know why someone
would live somewheres else,

and then move here.

Well, neither do I,
but it does happen.

No food?

I'm a little short. I'll just
take the coffee, thanks.

Um, you're not interested
in a job, are you?

Uh, yeah.
I could use one.

Well, it's not much.
It's the dishwasher.

He didn't show up.
I'm not proud.

Well, um,
I'll ask my mom.

Okay.

(DISH SHATTERS)

That's free. Next dish'll
cost you a buck and a half.

Glasses are 75,
cups are a dollar.

Yes, ma'am.

(TOP SLAMS)

You can empty
the garbage now.

Take a five-minute break.

He went outside.

Goddamn, man!
Ain't he cute?

He's beautiful, man.

Throw a couple
of earrings on his ear,

bits of rouge
on the cheeks.

He'll have all the little
white boys chasing after him.

I got no quarrel
with you guys.

I'm sure you don't.

What's the matter?
You lose your dress?

Come on, let's have it.

What you gonna do?

My brother's 5 years old, he
doesn't fall for this, Jack!

You know what I'm saying?

Want a piece? Come on, come
on. Taste the real thing.

Hey, hey, Shortcut!
What the fuck is going on?

He tried
to hurt my boy.

You're fighting tomorrow
night. What happens
if you get hurt?

Ain't no way this funny boy
gonna hurt me.

Mr. Horn has got
big money bet on you.

He finds out you're
street fighting,

you're off the circuit.

Your ass is in a sling.

Shortcut fight, Mr. Jack.
See, that's what I do, boy.

I fight.

This ain't over, punk.

Hey, hey, hey!

How come I haven't seen you
around here before?

(DOOR CLOSES)

MR. JACK:ÀNobody's
asking you to win.

Just get in the goddamn
ring with him!

Listen, you run out on this,
you better keep on running.

Horn's gonna be
chomping on your ass.

Same to you,
dick breath!

Well, fuck you too!

(DIAL TONE)

Excuse me. Can I ask you
something? Can I join you?

It's a free country.
Whoa.

Would that were true, kid.
Would that were true.

The name is Jack,
Pappy Jack.

And I can be the best
goddamn pappy you ever had.

I already got one.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. You threw a hell
of a punch out there.

Tell me. Do you fight?
Do you box?

Golden Gloves,
over in Bridgeport.

Did you win?

Yeah.

It was like five,
six bouts.

You want something else?
Apple pie?

I don't know.
Maybe-- Maybe later.

How about you?

A little privacy,
please? Thank you.

Thank you very much.

We have these amateur bouts
every Friday night.

Some smokers. Nothing special,
fancy-schmantzy.

But there's a lot
of bucks involved.

You fight a few rounds
for me tomorrow night,

I'll make it
worth your while.

How much
worth my while?

Oh, now we're talking.
Now we're doing business.

$750 bucks worth your while.

You'd pay me $750
to fight tomorrow night?

What is there,
a fucking echo in here?

Who do I fight?

A guy named...

Black Death.

But don't worry.

He's not a fatal disease. And
anyway, you got the antidote.

There's a lot of
tough kids around here.

They don't have the right...

complexion.

I lost my white kid.
My back's on the wall.

No, thanks.
No, thanks?

Hey, how many dishes do you
have to wash for $750 bucks?

About 30,528.

Thirty-thousand five--

So, what are you?
An idiot?

I need 1250 bucks.

You're negotiating with me?

That's what I need to clear
up a few debts, that's all.

I don't wanna hear
any hard luck stories.

Do you wanna fight
or don't you?

Don't get a hard-on!

Are we negotiating
or aren't we?

Okay.

I like you.

I like the way
you handle yourself.

We're gonna do it your way.

Twelve-hundred fifty bucks.

(CHUCKLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Dad?

MAN: Tommy.

Tommy?
Tommy?

Tommy, wake up.
I got some great news.

Hey, Dad.

You know that job I've been
telling you about?

I got it.

Starting today I'm on
the Phillip's payroll.

That's great.

Yeah, that's great.

The bad part is,
I gotta be in Elgin at 10:00,

and after that I gotta go
out on the road for
the next month.

A month?

Selling medical supplies.

I learn the territory,
then they bring me back.

I work full-time in Chicago.

And we can get
out of this slum,

and we can get our
lives back together.

But the deal is, you're
gonna be alone for a month.

You think you
can handle that?

Yeah.

You sure?
Yeah.

How's the
new school?

It's okay.

What's wrong, Tommy?

Well,

these guys showed up.

One of them had a gun.

Did they threaten you?

No.

Come here, son.
Sit down.

Listen, Tommy.
Uh, you know...

I know I wasn't any help
to you when your mother died.

You know, I guess
I was drinking a lot
and I lost the job

and I was dumb enough
to think that, uh,

I could win big money
playing cards

and pay the hospital bills.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to bring you
into all of this.

But you know, if we hadn't
wound up in this dump,

maybe I would've
never woken up.

I'm awake now.

And I'm not drinking,
and I'm not gambling

and I'm not feeling sorry for
myself, and I got this job.

And these guys--
These guys are gonna get paid.

They're gonna
get their money.

Sharkey?
John Riley.

If you and your goons
ever bother my kid again,

I'm gonna kill you.

Yeah, I don't care.
I mean it!

You will get
your goddamn cash, Sharkey.

(SIGHS)

I'll see you soon.
Okay.

Okay.
You take care.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAN: Keep moving there.
Keep moving.

Hey, pal.
Yeah, move the car.

Yo, kid.
Where you going?

I'm supposed to fight.

Tommy Riley?

Hey, Linc,
look who's here.

Why don't you
come with me.

MAN: Come on, park it.

Let's go, kid.

Okay,
let's close it up.

Hey, kid. I thought
you were a no-show.

I'm on time.

Oh, say,
sure you're on time.

It's not you,
it's me.

I think everybody's
a no-show until they show.

This here's your corner man,
you're all-around man.

How you doing?

Hi. Try these.

What are these,
six-ounce gloves?

Are these even legal?

Legal?

I gotta tell you, kid.

It ain't mairzy doats
and dozy doats out there.

It's war.

You fight Black Death like
the marquis of Queensbury,

and you're gonna be
carried out in a body bag.

But, hey, good luck.

(DISTANT CHEERING)

So, what's your name?

They call me Noah.

Only I ain't got
no damn ark.

I ain't even got
a rowboat.

All I got are a broke nose
and a bunch of recollections.

You got recollections, boy?

Yeah, some.

Ah, you young yet.
They accumulate.

Believe me.

You grow up southside?

No. Bridgeport.

Bridgeport?

You're moving in
the wrong direction, son.

Yeah, well,
it's just temporary.

(LOUD CHEERING)

I got another boy
to look to.

I'll be back to get you
when it's time.

(CHEERING)

* Will it be another blonde
Redhead or brunette? *

* What did I have last week?
I tend to forget *

Hey, hombre.
You on the circuit now?

No. Just tonight.

Mind if I join you?
Not at all.

Say, don't you
know nothing?

Circulate
that blood, man.

Gotta tap dance
before you tap dance.

If you know
what I mean.

I'm just trying
to get my bearings.

Move with me, man.

You go in that ring cold,
you gonna come out cold too.

Name's Essadro.
Romano Essadro.

Tommy Riley.

You Irish, huh?

Yeah, so?

Hey, hombre,
Àain't no accusation.

It's just a--
a what-cha-ma-call-it--

Ethnicity.
Yeah, like me.

I'm Cuban, but I never seen
the island paradise.

Who you fighting,
anyways?

Some guy named
Black Death.

You been fighting a lot
somewheres else?

Uh, not a lot.

Listen.

You stay clear of his
right hand, you hear?

Come here. Come on.
Come on.

Put your left hand up.
Circle right. Good.

Circle right. Circle right.
Good. That's good.

It's time to get paid!
That's right.

Hammer time,
brother!

(LAUGHTER)

Shit, man.
I could've had you.

Hit your
fucking head off.

(LAUGHING)

Okay, Bridgeport,
you're up.

Hey, good luck, man.

(CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and
gentlemen, our fourth
bout of the evening.

We have a newcomer
to the arena:

Tommy Riley!

A Golden Gloves champion
from Bridgeport.

He's 27 and 0
with 21 knockouts.

He'll be fighting
out of the red corner tonight.

Come on, folks,
let's hear it for him.

Let's give him a big welcome.
Tommy Riley!

Tommy Riley!

And his opponent.

Fighting out of
the blue corner,

the doctor of destruction,
Black Death!

(CHEERING)

Black Death!
Black Death!

* Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out *

* Mama said knock you out

What do you know
about this guy?

If he hurts you with
his left, go down.

(CROWD QUIETING DOWN)

Oh, ho-ho-ho.
Beautiful.

Twenty on the red!

(SHOUTING)

Fighters.

All right, fellas, I want
a nice, clean fight now.

You know the rules.

No low blows,
and you break when I say.

All right, now touch gloves
and come out fighting.

Fifty on the red
and 70 on the line.

That's the elbow!

Get up, kid!
Come on, get up!

(CHEERING AND BOOING)

All right,
keep fighting.

All right!

Who's the brawler?

He's got a punch.
That's all I know.

Ain't you getting
tired, punk?

Can't you hit me once?

Stick him, kid!
Come on!

Whoa, whoa.

(CHEERING AND BOOING)

One, two,

three, four--

Oh, no.

That's it. That's it.
He's finished.

One, two,

three, four,

five, six,

seven, eight--

All right!
Hit him!

Yeah!
Kill him!

Kill the guy!

(BELL DINGS)

Hey, hey!
Get him, Bridgeport!

(DINGING)

All right, kid!

Where did you
find this kid?

I'm telling you, on the
street. He just walked in.

Leo, give me a Crunch.

I might lose
my investment.

You're doing
all right, kid.

You're doing
all right!

What the hell are you doing?
You're looking like a bum!

Now, he's telegraphing
his punches.

When he gets set
with the right,

he drops the left,

and you stick him.

Repeat it back to me.

He drops the left,
I stick him.

That's right, kid.

Okay, kid!
Go on, get him!

Stay with him, okay?
Just hang in there.

(BELL DINGS)

Now!

MAN: All right!

(WILD CHEERING)

Jesus Christ!

Holy--
Look at this kid.

Oh, my God!

(CHEERING)

You are a natural, kid!

You got firepower,
real firepower!

ANNOUNCER:
The winner is Tommy Riley!

He's mine!
He's mine!

You got the balls of a lion,
kid. You got him!

He's mine! Mine!

(CHEERING)

PAPPY JACK:
What do you think?

He's gonna
be just fine.

How you feel, kid?
Feels good, doesn't it? Good!

So where's my money?

Kid, don't worry about it.
You're gonna get your money.

Mr. Horn wants to
pay you personally.

Who's Mr. Horn?

He is the power
and the glory.

Yeah, he's the power--
right now.

He's the reason that
you got in the ring tonight.

No, he's not.

(CHEERING)

Oh, goddamn it.
I gotta go.

You come by the gym
Monday afternoon,

you get your money
and we talk some more.

You're fucking beautiful.
Beautiful!

Talk about what?

Great.
Thanks a lot.

Oh, you earned it.
Keep working.

Mr. Riley.

What door
did you walk into?

Maybe he bumped
into a pseudonym.

All right,
that's enough.

(BELL RINGS)

Go to your seats.

Hey.

Hey, how you doing,
Romano?

Feeling no pain.

I win too.

Hey, Lincoln.
Hey, what's up?

Did you meet my friend,
Tommy Riley?

You mean the great
white hope?

Not me, man.
No?

Well, what was that
Friday night, a ghost?

Let me tell you something.

Some ghost
look just like you

wasted Black Death.

That's Lincoln.

(**)

You, uh, looking
for something, chief?

Pappy Jack.
In his office.

All right.
From Horn.

And this one's
from me.

Say hello to Mike.

(KNOCKING)

Hey, kid!
Be right there.

(GRUNTING)

HORN: Here's a hold.
He comes in.

Just knock his timing.
With the elbow, right?

Then bing, bang.
End of story.

All right?
You got it.

Pay attention, will you?

You gotta give him something
to shoot at, right?

He comes into the body,
hook it, just for a second.

Just a second,
and bang, right cross.

I find the way you fight
terribly exciting.

Oh, I'm just trying
to get out of there alive.

Aren't we all,
my dear?

Hey, kid! Ooh, you like
M&M peanuts, huh?

HORN: Jesus Christ,
don't muscle in!

That's Mr. Horn. Listen up.
You might learn something.

You think it's all about
strength, but it's not.

You think it's all speed.
It's not!

It's strategy!

You gotta find your
opponent's weakness,

and then
you exploit it.

Now listen to me.
Youth is a tool, all right?

It's a good tool, but
it's only one of the tools.

There's also knowledge.
There's focus, strategy.

You think you can
whup my ass?

What do you think?

I'm tired of thinking,
motherfucker.

Oh, shit!

Watch.
He's playing possum.

Mr. Horn
and Mr. Good Chocolate.

Best fucking finishers
I ever saw.

All right?
See? Huh?

Strategy.

Yep.

Well, you got more of a show
than you bargained for, huh?

You still got it.
Yeah.

Oh, I feel better
already.

You got something on your lip
there. It's very sexy.

Give him a week's rest.
Put him in against Lincoln.

He's got too much
weight for Lincoln.

Put him in with Lincoln.

And bet the farm against him.

He ain't got it upstairs.

Tommy Riley.

Hello.

Are you the boy
I've been waiting for?

No.

Pappy Jack,
take good care of this boy.

Give him
whatever he wants.

What do you want,
Tommy?

I just want the money
that you owe me.

Go ahead.

Well, of course that.

On top of that, what?
That's all I want.

How refreshing. Everyone else
I meet has their hand out.

You know, Tommy,

I should
be upset with you.

Why?

You cost me
my investment.

What's that mean?

It means Black Death
is damaged goods, kid.

So now I'm invested
in you, huh?

How would you like
to fight for me, Tommy?

I appreciate the offer,
Mr. Horn,

but I'm not interested.

Come on, kid.
If it's a matter of money...

No, no. You know,
it's not the money.

It's just that I don't wanna
end up without a brain.

Don't be stupid, kid.

Mr. Horn is giving you
a terrific shot here.

Hey, hey, hey.

Tommy,
I respect your decision.

Been a real pleasure
meeting you.

Likewise, I guess.

Good luck to you.

Get him.

Hey, Tommy.

Hey, Romano.

I got you something.

I was buying some
new duds, I thought:

"Hey, my amigo needs
a little style."

You like it, or what?

Yeah. I'm--

This is my first hat.

You look sharp, man.
How about me, huh?

Real sharp, Romano.

Yeah, you gotta be a--

You gotta be a real
perverse individual

to pass up
this kind of money.

It's got
a bad smell.

Hey, maybe it don't give off
the best odor in the world,

but it sure smells better
than any of my other chances.

Once I save some,

I'm gonna do what
I promised my old man.

I'm gonna ship his body
back to Romano, Cuba.

That's where he was born
and how come I got my name.

Then you'll quit,
right?

You crazy, man? Then I'm
gonna get a real apartment.

A stereo, TV, VCR.

Gonna buy a waterbed.

I like you, Romano.

You take care
of yourself, huh?

Just because you quit,
hombre.

Hey, Sharkey.
Pappy Jack.

You still with me
when I make my move?

Listen,
you son of a bitch,

there's a couple of your
collectors down here.

Mm-hmm.

All right.

(PAPPY JACK CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

Soda?

I didn't think you'd
be at work last night.

Why not?

Well, why would
a person wash dishes

when they can make
all that money boxing?

I'm not boxing anymore.
That was a one-shot deal.

I can't figure you out.

Neither can I.

(HORN HONKS)

PAPPY JACK: Hey, Tommy!

(HORN HONKS)

How are you doing, kid?

I'm doing.

Mr. Horn wants to see you.

Yeah, well,
I'm busy right now.

Sweetheart, I know
half a dozen ways

to make a guy
get into an automobile.

Bye, Tommy.

I'm just telling you
one thing, kid. I found you.

I brought you in.

Don't you
forget that.

Come on in, kid.

All right, give him a call.
Tell him I'm not happy.

Keep an eye on it for me.

Let me know
what he says.

Like those pictures?

Gladiators, Tommy.

They fought with
their bare hands.

Fifty, 100 rounds.

Next day they go back
to work in the foundry.

They were tough.

Tough in body,
tough in mind.

And they understood
about strategy.

When you're weak,
you act strong.

And when you're strong,
pretend to be weak.

Care for some champagne?

Uh, no.
I don't drink.

Why did you
wanna see me?

I was hoping you had a chance
to think things over.

Come aboard,
Tommy.

Three grand a fight.

That is very generous
of you, sir, but--

PAPPY JACK:
Kid, money is talking.

Well, maybe it's
not talking to me.

Tommy.
Sit down.

Come on, sit down.
Relax.

Look, why don't we be straight
with each other, huh?

I can't afford
to let you go.

I'm my own man,
Mr. Horn.

Nobody is his own man.

Not from
the day we're born.

Everybody owes...

somebody something.

Who do you owe?

Me? Who do I owe? Uh...

God.

Huh.

Don't we all? Amen.

But some of us...

Some of us owe, uh...
Jack, show him.

Here you go.
Read them and weep.

Take a look at
the signatures.

Those are markers.
Your father's markers.

Your father has managed to
accumulate gambling debts

somewhere in the
neighborhood of $15,000.

That's an expensive
neighborhood to be in.

There's evil people
in this world, Tommy.

Nasty people,
like Sharkey.

And your old man is giving
him a song and a dance

about waiting a few weeks
and giving him 50 percent.

Jesus Christ almighty,

Sharkey's gonna give him
a pair of concrete boots

and throw him
in the fucking river.

So I did your old man
a favor.

I did you a favor.
I bought the debts.

Those debts are mine now.

Do you understand?

And what's mine is yours.

Hmm?

Okay.

Okay.

Come on.

Hey!

Look!

Well, well,
look who's next.

Leave him alone!

Sure, after we carve
our initials in his butt.

Get him!

Run, hotshot!

Come on!
Move! Move!

(SQUEAKING)

TOMMY: Rats.

Don't worry, though.
Ain't the human kind.

Damn it!

Don't worry about it.
We'll find them.

I don't know what's worse.

Getting skinned by Shortcut
or owing some white boy.

You don't owe me.

How come you do it?

Save my ass?

I don't know.

See somebody
in trouble, you know.

Hey.

I've been in trouble
since the day I was born.

And no white boy
come to my rescue.

Well, maybe there were
no white boys around.

You could
say that again.

Poverty's
a black disease.

Not just.

No?

I hear you wanna be
a college boy.

You think I'm going
to college?

You could.

I got one chance.

One chance for my baby,

and that's this right here.

These.

What do you mean,
your baby?

That's my lady.
Laura Lee.

She just
turned 16.

And that's Cecilia.

They're beautiful,
both of them.

I call the baby
Black Beauty.

That's her nickname.

(DISTANT CHEERING)

(CHEERING)

Not many fighters like Lincoln
can give this much weight.

(GRUNTING)

REFEREE: One, two,

three, four, five,

six!

He can't do that!

Who's to stop him?

One, two,

three, four,

five, six,

Gonna ruin him.

seven,

eight, nine--

(CHEERING)

The harder
they fall, hmm?

(CROWD CHANTING)
Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln!

How much do you
think we made?

A bundle.

TOMMY:ÀSo tell me about Horn.

NOAH: Oh, lord.

Mr. Horn

was supposed to be
the light heavyweight

champion of the world,

but God give him
one bad foot.

They operate.
It don't work.

Try it again.

Same thing.

By the time he's ready
to fight again, it's too late.

He's lost too many years.

But he's smart.

He sees more money upstairs,
and a lot less danger to boot.

Has anybody
ever beat him?

Before his foot go,
he lost one fight. I remember.

He come back, rematch.

He punished that man.

Retired him
for life.

Nope. He ain't got
no weaknesses.

That's not
what Horn says.

What do you mean, son?

Well, he says that
everybody's got a weakness.

Well, I'm looking, son.

I am looking.

* Aay-ohh
*Aay-ohh

* I'm ready

* I know
I got the power *

(KNOCKING)

* Aay-ohh
I'm ready *

All right, all right,
I'm coming.

* I know
I got the power *

Hey.

Um, I was just--

Come on in.

Where you been,
Tommy?

People are asking.

You're not at school
or Millie's.

Yeah, I know.

Well...

Miss Higgins asked me
to give you this.

You really applying
to junior college?

Also, your paper
on Mark Twain.

Miss Higgins
read it in class.

She says you're
full of promise.

Yeah, that's me.
Full of promise.

It's nothing
to make fun of.

Well, I don't have time
for school right now.

I got to fight.

You told me you weren't
fighting anymore.

Well, I guess
that was a lie,

because I got to fight
four more times.

Nobody has to fight.

No?
No.

Be honest about it.
You want the money, right?

But it's illegal,
Tommy.

I know, but if I don't fight,
Horn'll kill him.

But how do you know your dad
won't keep gambling?

I can see it.
It's in his eyes.

He's kind of like he was
before my mom died.

When did she...?
Oh, about a year ago.

The big "C."

I'm sorry.

That's when
I started boxing.

Punch the feelings out,
I guess.

Well,
this is my house.

Good deal.

I have to go.

Dawn.

Mom's waiting
at the diner.

I'm sorry, Dad.
I didn't realize the time.

Bye.

See you
at school.

Left, and a jab.

You got to flick it.
Flick it.

Yeah, I'm gonna get you,
Snow White.

And tomorrow night
I'm gonna get you, spic,

just for being his friend.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Don't be talking
that Spanish shit--

What was that?

I told him to go
fuck a goat.

Good.

Yoo-hoo.

I owed you that.

See you later, amigo.

(**)

* The battle line is drawn

* I dare you to cross it

* You better think twice

* Before you mix it up
With me *

* I won't back down

* I'll keep
The fire burning *

* As hard as you try

* You're never gonna
Stop me now, no *

* You think
You're shaking my innocence *

* But you're wasting time

* 'Cause you don't know
Who I am *

* I will survive

* I'm driven by the faith

* You can see it
In my eyes *

* It's written on my face

* I will survive

* I won't let it
Fall from grace *

* Rico

* Suave

Hey.

You're terrific, man.
You got some hammering, huh?

Thanks, Romano.

NOAH: Romano.
Here I go.

They're calling, kid.
You're up.

Come watch me,
hombre.

I'm gonna dance
until he's dizzy.

Come at me, son.

Fighter's stance.

No, no, you see,

you're fighting head on,
eye to eye.

That is not the way.

Like this.

To an angle.
That's right.

Fighting is not hitting.

Any fool can hit.

Fighting is making
the other fella miss.

He miss,

he think,

he worry.

It's a mind game, huh?

I know a fella once,
he won a fight with one arm.

One arm!

His spirit told him to win,

his mind showed him how

and his body delivered.

(CHEERING)

I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker.

Ah!
Goddamn it.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.

Stick and move.
Stick and move.

He called me a spic.

So what?
You are!

Give it to me.

Give it to me!

Come on.

That's it. Go ahead.

Hey, fix my hair.

What's the matter with you?
Concentrate on this fight.

Hey, great fight, man.

Hey, yeah, Tommy! Right on!
Great fight, man.

(BELL RINGS)

Come on, man.

Break!
Break!

Hey!
Stop the fight!

(BELL RINGS)

Romano.

Go on, get him out of there.
Yeah.

Hey!

It don't pay
to be your friend, huh?

(CROWD CHEERS)

Get off me!

I'll kill his ass!

You're next!
You're next!

Don't fuck with me, man.
Don't fuck with me!

Romano?

Where's Romano?

I don't know names.
Just bodies.

They carried him out of the
ring, he was unconscious.

Oh, yeah.

I sent that one
to the hospital.

What hospital?

Horn makes
the arrangements.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd
like to complete this exam.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?
Hey, kid.

Hey, Dad.
How you doing?

Uh, Charlie Landman says

I could sell ice
to Eskimos.

In a blizzard.
That's what he says.

That's great, Dad. So you got
the old touch back, huh?

Yeah, everything's rolling
right along. How about you?

How's things in school?

It's good.
Yeah?

Nothing's wrong?

Those goons ever show up
and bother you again?

No, they never came back.

Tommy?

No, no, I'm fine.

Really.

So when are you
coming home?

Uh, well, I'm not
gonna be back for
another couple of weeks.

Mm-kay.

I, uh, I put a check
in the mail for you.

Yeah, I got it.
Thanks.

Okay, good, well...

You take care then, okay?

All right, well,
you take care too.

Bye-bye.

All right, bye.

MISS HIGGINS: Mr. Riley.

Mr. Riley?

Would you mind joining
the rest of the class?

(BELL RINGS)

Papers on my desk!

Can you stay a moment,
Mr. Riley?

You, uh, haven't been
to school for a few days.

Can you tell me
what's going on?

I'm sorry.
I can't.

That's too bad.

You have a gift
for language, Mr. Riley,

but talent
is a common thing.

People waste it
every day.

They abuse it,
they take it for granted.

Success comes not from
what God has given you,

but what you do with it.

It's really up to you.

Well,

thanks.

Are you okay?

Romano's
in the hospital.

Really bad?
I think so.

I'll see you
at the diner. Okay?

Oh, Tommy.

Um--

My mom hired
a new dishwasher.

Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow?

Romano Essadro.

Is he a patient there?

Essadro.

E-S-S-A-D-R-O.

All right. Thank you.

If I was you,

I'd start looking
at the county hospital

for the poor
and indigent.

Down the hall,
to your left.

Hey, Romano?

Hey, Romano,
it's Tommy Riley.

(WHISPERING)
Hey, hombre.

It's no use
to knock at that door.

Doc say
he in a gang war.

Bastards
leave him brain-dead.

Hey, Romano?

Hey, Romano, wake up.

Buddy, wake up.

Wake up!

All right, I've given you guys
your instructions.

I want a nice, clean fight.

Now shake hands.

How's Romano?
Is he dead yet?

I mean,
he dead, ain't he?

Listen!

Listen to me!

You're angry.

That's what's gonna
get you beat out there.

Anger is your enemy.

It's like I told you.

It's a mind game.

Outthink him!

And then get in there

and outfight him.

Okay? Hmm?

Okay.

That's all right. I ain't
gonna wait. Give it to me now.

Come on.

(BELL RINGS)

How's your new
girlfriend, huh?

How's Dawn? I'll have to
get me a little bit of that.

That's it!
Hit him! Hit him!

PAPPY JACK: All right!

Drop him! Drop him!

Come on, finish him!
Put his lights out!

Oh, I think we
may have our boy!

HORN: Come on!
Hit him! Hit him!

Finish him! Finish him!

What, are you working
on a merit badge?

(CROWD CHANTING)
Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!

Tommy! Tommy!
Tommy! Tommy!

Hey, my man.
You're something else.

Hey, hotshot.

This is the white boy
I told you saved my black ass.

Appreciate that,

because I love his ass.

And that's my Black Beauty.

Say, "Hi."

You want a lift?

Okay.

What's up?

You want to hold her?
Mmm...

Shit, Linc,
you gotta teach that child

to hate white folks, man.

Hey, Tidbits.

This is a pretty
sweet car, Lincoln.

Yeah, well,
Horn's renting it.

What he calls
one of my perks,

on account of I'm his
"numero-uno Negro."

Yeah, well,
Horn's a real scumbag.

What, you just now
realize that?

The whole world's crammed
full of them, my brother.

Thanks.

Hey there, hi.

TIDBITS: He leaked.

Oh, my G-- I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

Hey, don't worry about it.
See, that's holy water.

You baptized now.

* In every man

* A fear is born

* He must stand

* Within the storm
And wake the faith *

All right.
Thanks for the ride.

* That sleeps so deep
Within the heart *

* In the darkest hour

* We face the past

I knew you were fighting
Shortcut tonight.

* As thunder rolls

* Across our path

* A sign of hope

* Oh, when you reached out
For my hand *

* You can always
Count on me *

* Wherever you go

* Is where I'll be

* Call me
In your hour of need *

* I'll carry you home

* 'Cause I believe

* You can count on me

* Yeah

Jack Dempsey, Rocky Marciano,
Barney Ross.

You know what I mean?

No.

Come on, kid. Billy Conn?
Carmine Basillio?

Slapsey Maxie Rosenbloom?

Micks, wops, kikes.

Those are the guys who
used to fight in the old days.

Tough white guys.

Just like you.

And they got a need,
just like you.

What the fuck do white kids
need today, a haircut?

Money to buy their own cars

so they don't have to
borrow daddy's keys?

MAN: Let's go, Lincoln.

Think about it.

Linc!

All right, that's enough.

Hey, Linc.
You all right?

Yeah.

(WHISPERS)
You all right?

I'm okay, I'm okay.
All right.

Yeah.
I'm okay.

Just look
at my finger.

He wasn't hit
that hard.

He was last week...

when he got kicked in the head
by that heavyweight.

Same thing happened
to a friend of mine,
Choo-choo Charlie.

What?

Didn't lay off
like he was supposed to.

End up paralyzed.

What's the matter
with him, doc?

Ah, could be nothing.
Could be a bleed.

"Bleed"?

A blood vessel in his head.

It's not serious, though,
if he rests.

I'm recommending
a 60-day layoff.

How you doing?

Hey.
No drama, hotshot.

Sixty days.
Comes with the territory.

(BELL RINGS)

This kid is gonna do it.

You put money on him...

WOMAN: Where are they
sitting?

(CHATTERING CONTINUES)

What's Enrico doing in the
ring with Tiny Tim?

What the hell do you think?

Trying to knock him
on his ass, I guess.

I'm supposed
to fight Enrico.

You were, but, uh,

we found a last-minute
replacement.

Going for the jackpot.

Mr. Horn's offering
20 G's to the winner.

No time for charity, kid.

Go for it.

I knew this was coming,
ghost.

Hey, no hard feelings,
huh?

You don't wanna make your face
look like Burger King.

I thought you were gonna
take some time off.

Yeah, well, Horn
persuaded me otherwise.

You know, see, I win this,
he's taking me pro.

Madison Square Garden.

I won't do it.

I ain't gonna fight you!

What do you want me to do?

I got no choice, ghost.

This is my ticket.
Right here.

Don't mess with that.

If you my friend,
don't fuck with my life.

Lincoln's got a bleed.

He could die
if he gets hit hard.

Know how many times I've heard
that nonsense about bleeds?

Know how many times I've
personally seen it disproved?

Your own doctor said
Lincoln needs 60 days' rest.

That sawbones?
We fired him.

Look, if it was up to
the medical profession,

there wouldn't even
be any boxing.

I'm not fighting
Lincoln.

Yes, you are.
No, I'm not.

You're gonna fight Lincoln,
you're gonna beat him,

and I'm gonna
make a lot of money

because Lincoln's
a big favorite out there.

And after
you've beaten Lincoln,

you and I'll have a little
chat about your future.

You understand?

Fuck you.

What, are these guys
gonna kill me?

I certainly hope not.

You see, Tommy,

you're the boy
I been looking for.

Don't you know
what you can be?

I'm talking
welterweight champ.

I'm talking 2 million bucks
in your pocket

when you fight
for the title.

The broads love you.
The people love you.

Everywhere you go,
people say:

"How are you, champ?
We love you, champ.

We're with you, champ."

You could have a high-rise
on the moon, kid.

I'm trying
to concentrate.

Yeah.

Be careful, huh?

All right,
if Lincoln loses

there's gonna be
a fucking riot in here,

so get him out fast.

Leo, let's go--
Hey!

What have we here?

How are you, beautiful?

Come on.
Let's go see the action.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

Sharp. Sharp.

the fight
you've been waiting for:

The main event
of the evening.

Fighting out of
the blue corner,

Abraham Lincoln Haines!

* Can't touch this

Mr. Horn, Charlene, this is
Tommy Riley's fiance.

We're not engaged.

Just shacking up, huh?
Sorry.

There's your boy
now.

* We will
We will rock you *

* We will
We will rock you *

Come on, sit down.
Sit, sit. Here, next to me.

ANNOUNCER: And his opponent,
in the red corner,

the Bridgeport bomber,

undefeated in five appearances
in this arena,

Tommy Riley!

* We will
We will rock you *

All right,
post the odds.

* We will rock you

* Everybody!
We will, we will *

* Rock you, rock you
Rock you *

(CROWD YELLING)

Twenty-two hundred, blue.

I got 2200
on the blue. Done.

Give me 300 on the red.
You got it.

You know why people
get so excited at fights?

It's the presence
of death.

(BELL RINGS)

Come on!

Stick him, Lincoln.
Stick him!

(CROWD BOOING)

Break!

What the hell is this?

All right!

One. Two.

Fight me, ghost! Fight me,
or I'm gonna hurt you bad!

Six. Seven--

Box!

(CHEERING, BOOING)

Break! Break!
Damn it, break!

LINCOLN: When you gonna fight?

Get off me!
Break!

Let me do this--

Break!

Box!

(BELL RINGS)

(CROWD BOOING)

If you don't fight,
Horn won't pay!

Fuck!

Fight, you bum!

Leo.
Leo, come here!

Kid.
Get out of here.

Mr. Horn would like you
to see who he's sitting with.

Tommy.

I think you'd better look.

We feel like
fighting now?

(BELL RINGS)

You going try and beat me
on my body?

Beat you on the body,
the head goes down with it.

Yeah, but you
ain't good enough.

Hit him!
Hit him in the head!

Use the left!
Sock him!

Get out of there!
Get out of there!

Break!

Break!

Get up.
Get up, you punk!

One. Two. Three--

If I lose, Horn's
gonna hurt my girlfriend.

But I'm still not gonna
hit you in the head.

You're gonna have to kill me.

One. Two--

Are you gonna kill me?
Huh?

Horn wants us to kill each
other. For what?

So he can get rich?

Fight!

(CROWD BOOING)

One. Two. Three. Four.

Five. Six--

Put them up!

Come get your money.

Go on and do it.

Lincoln!

If you're gonna do it,
do it now!

Lincoln, take him down.
Take him down now.

Lincoln!

Damn you.

Damn you to hell.

To hell with you all!

Where the hell do you
think you're going?

Get over there
and kick his ass.

No.

No?

You don't say no to me,
boy.

No.

I'm not fighting for you
no more.

(CROWD GASPS)

Come on, let's help him.

MAN: Make some room.

(HORN CLEARS THROAT ON P.A.)

Ladies and gentlemen,

the management wishes
to apologize

for the fiasco
that you've just observed.

That's not a fight!
I want my money back!

Can't do it.

Your wagers and your admission
fee will be refunded.

Thank you.

Horn!

It's all right.
I want you.

What?

I want to fight you,

right here, right now.

What?

Well, what's in it
for me, huh?

What have you got
that I could possibly want?

Me.

I get it. Ah.

You fight me, you win,
and you're free.

Is that it, huh?
You and your old man?

Okay.

But if I win--

When I win,
you fucking little punk,

you belong to me.

Do you understand?

You're mine.

Deal.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

introducing
the former number one-ranked

light heavyweight contender:

Jimmy Horn!

Cut them off!

Hey, those are our seats!

(BELL RINGS)

I want a nice,
clean fight--

Ah, you just stay
the hell out of this.

This is between him and me.
Ain't that right, Tommy?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Protect
yourself at all times, kid.

Oh! Look at that face.
Look at that face.

Come on. Come on.
Hit hard.

Hey, you're gonna
need that, aren't you?

Come on, take a shot. Here it
is, right there. Go ahead.

(GRUNTING)

The top of the head, kid.
Hardest part of the body.

Hurts, don't it?

What are you gonna
do now, huh?

What are you gonna do now?

Here he comes. Here he comes.

Miss! Big miss!
Hey, I'm over here.

Hey, what's under here?

(CROWD CHEERING, LAUGHING)

Aaah!

God, he hurt his hand!

That's why they invented
boxing gloves.

Stay away, kid!
Move!

Say good night, kid.

Where you gonna go now?
You better try something.

That ain't gonna do it.
Come on!

That ain't
good enough.

Break!

Break!

Break!

Come on, go to sleep.
Go to sleep. That's it.

(CROWD SHOUTING, BOOING)

One. Two.

Get up!
Three.

Four. Five.

Come on, kid.
Six.

Seven.
You can make it.

Eight.

Nine.

(CROWD GASPS)

One. Two. Three.

Stay down, kid.
Four.

Stay down!
Five. Six.

What's the matter?

Can't you finish me?

(CROWD CHEERING)

(FINGER CRACKS)

Top of the head!
Hardest part of the body!

I thought you were
a great finisher.

Can't beat a kid
with one arm?

Anger is the enemy.

Yes.
Get him, ghost!

One. Two.

Three. Four. Five.

Six. Seven. Eight.

Nine. Ten!
You're out!

Yeah!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Yes!

Oh! Huh?

You did it!
You did it!

And you didn't
break your hand.

Make them think you're weak
when you're strong!

My man!

MAN: Yeah!

(**)

* Aay-ohh
* Aay-ohh

* I'm ready

* I know I got the power

* Power

* Aay-ohh
* Aay-ohh

* I'm ready

* I know I got the power

* Power

* Tonight

* I finally see you
And I *

* Do believe that I could
Go all the way *

* Tonight

* I sorta feel that I can

* Show the world that I'm
For real and here to stay *

* I'm young and invincible

* Time has come
To spread my wings and fly *

(**)

(**)

* One man come
In the name of love *

* One man come and go

* One man come
Here to justify *

* One man to overthrow

* In the name of love

* One more
In the name of love *

* In the name of love

* One more
In the name of love *

* One man caught
On a barbed-wire fence *

* One man he resist

* One man washed
On an empty beach *

* One man
Returned with a kiss *

* In the name of love

* One more
In the name of love *

* In the name of love

* One more
In the name of love *

* In the name of love

* One more
In the name of love *

* In the name of love

* One more
In the name of love *

* In the name of love

* One more
In the name of love *

* In the name of love
* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh

* One more
In the name of love *

* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh

* In the name of love
* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh

* One more
In the name of love *

* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh

* In the name of love
* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh

* One more
In the name of love *

* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh

* In the name of love
* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh

* One more
In the name of love *

* Ohh-ohh-oh-oh