Showdown (1993) - full transcript

(mysterious music)

- [Officer On Radio] Unit 22,

we copy on the 10-48.

Two juveniles identified
reported missing,

request 1019--

- Here, have one.

I got your favorite.

- Chocolate, eh?

- Mhm.

Chocolate.

Ow.



Damn, that's hot!

(laughing)

Perfect start to
another wonderful day

as one of America's promised,

God bless America.

(laughing)

What, what are you laughing at?

What's the problem?

- Spinelli, every
time we start patrol,

you're always complaining.

If you don't like the job,

why don't you quit?

- Why, I'll miss the excitement

of getting shot at every day.



Which reminds me.

Wear it!

- Hey, you know I don't
like those things.

- You never know.

- Only for you, Spinelli.

- [Officer On Radio]
Disturbance on 6th and Main.

PR states a lot of noise,
and bottles being broken.

- Car 14 proceeding.

(guitar music)

(crowd gasps)

- Sick, my brother!

Hey, hi.

Look at this little
section here.

(hard rock music)

- Hey, come on, Max.

- Are you making trouble

for my little brother?

- Come on, he's
grabbing the girl.

- Messing with my little brother

is like messing with me.

- [Spinelli] What'd I tell you?

Another wonderful day.

You can break it up now.

- No, come on back,
you've got plenty of room.

(loud bang)

Whoa, that's good.

- Looks like we're giving

a few rides home tonight.

- You handle this,
I'll check inside.

Hey, Michael.

Come over here.

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

- Hey, Officer Grant.

How's it hanging?

- What do you mean
how's it hanging?

- Oh, nothing, nothing.

(glass breaks)

(kid burps)

- Put your feet together.

- Next time you have a party,

I'd appreciate an invite.

- Stop it.

That's enough, let him go.

Didn't you hear
what I said, son?

- I heard you, pig.

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

- Let him go and I
won't arrest you.

- Yeah.

Like I'm supposed
to believe that.

Damn it, shoot him!

(woman screams)

- Billy!

- You killed my brother, pig!

You're gonna pay for this!

- Freeze!

Freeze!

Hands on top of your head.

Girl in the red dress,

open the door, now!

Turn around and walk out!

- Wake up.

(somber music)

No!

- It could've
happened to anybody.

- It didn't happen to anybody.

It happened to me, Spinelli.

It happened to me.

I can't wear this anymore.

- You've got to deal
with this, Billy.

Where are you gonna go, man?

- I don't know.

(somber piano music)

(catchy rock music)

(dirt bike revs)

(loud commotion)

- Well.

Here we are, Kenny.

Your new school.

Aren't you excited?

- Yeah, Mom.

Moving to a new school

in the middle of my senior year.

It's what every
kid dreams about.

- Smile.

- Come on, sweetie.

You're gonna love it here.

Really.

Oh, Ken.

- Thanks.

- Don't I get a kiss goodbye?

- Mom.

- Okay, I'll pick
you up after school.

- Don't worry about
it, I'll walk home.

She didn't even
give me a thermos.

- Oh, Kenny?

Kenny!

(loud commotion)

- Check it out!

(loud commotion)

- Where'd you get that jacket?

(loud commotion)

- [Woman] Check it out.

- Ah, you're the new kid, huh?

- Uh, yeah.
- Got a name?

- [Ken] Ken.

- Ken what?

- [Ken] Marx.

- Marx, I'm Mr.
Kowalski, Vice Principal.

You got a problem,
you come see me.

You know how to read?

- Uh, yes sir.

- Oh, that's refreshing.

Listen, let me lay out a
few campus rules for you.

No smoking, no
profanity, no graffiti,

no fighting, no
weapons, and no sex.

You like sex?

Ah, nevermind.

On campus, keep
it in your pants.

Listen, you stick
to these rules,

I'll stay out of your face.

You don't, I'll become
your worst nightmare.

You got it?

- Yes sir.
- Good, have a nice day.

You, oughta look stupid,
lose the cigarette.

Hey, meathead.

Do your parents have
any kids that live?

Sheesh.

(loud commotion)

(fireworks popping)

- Gunshots, get down!

(laughing)

(lighthearted music)

(bell rings)

- Didn't you hear the bell?

- Hey, it's the hall monitor.

I don't care.

- You guys should be in class.

I'll report you to Mr. Kowalski.

Let's see here,
we've got Rob and--

- Well, I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

Not if you're gonna want to see

your family alive again.

- Aw.

(laughs)

- Alright.

I'll let you guys
go this time but--

- I'm a geek.

- Okay.

- [Principal] Your attention.

Whoever put Vice Principal
Kowalski's new Miata

in the auditorium,

we will find out who you are,

and we will punish you.

- Hey babe, how you doing?

- Where were you last night?

I called twice.

- I was at the gym.

- I thought we were
going to the movies.

- I've been gone, alright?

What's the problem?

- If you don't know,

I really don't want
to talk about it.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't you walk away from me.

I owe you.

- God.

I swear, every day you
sound more and more

like that jerk, Lee.

- Listen.

Lee's my sensei, don't
talk about him that way.

Get outta my way.

- Hey, man.

- Why are there potatoes
on the board every day?

Alright.

Class has begun, I want
gum out of the mouths now.

Now who can tell
me what happened

in Mr. Fine's algebra
class yesterday?

- Some Dick freshman
got his butt kicked.

- Watch your mouth, Tom.

- What?

That's his name, Dick.

(laughing)

- Yeah.

Sad about the
quarterback's girlfriend.

That was a big mistake.

- Because he was
sitting by a girl?

- [Man] That's right.

- He had to go to the hospital.

- [Man] Not my problem.

- He deserved it.

- Yeah, well I heard
he was stabbed.

- (chuckles) Then I
guess he got the point.

- You may make light of this,

but I find this behavior
rather shocking.

So I'll warn you right now.

If I see any weapons,
guns, knives, whatever,

whoever they belong to...

Give me that.

- Excuse me.

Sorry I'm late, but it's
my first day at school,

and I couldn't
find the classroom.

- Well, perhaps you
should've come earlier

and allowed more time

to find the room then.

- I tried, but my schedule--

- What's your name?

- Dick.

(laughing)

- Ken Marx.

- Alright, well, I
will grant you amnesty

on this one occasion, Kenneth.

Do you see that desk back there?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Sit in it.

- Yes, ma'am.

- [Woman] Over here, Kenneth.

- Nice thermos, Kenny.

- Kenneth.

(laughing)

- [Teacher] Quiz in 10 minutes.

Check your notes.

- I see.

You have a death wish.

- Excuse me?

- The blonde, Julie.

She's beautiful.

She's elegant, I mean, forget
about it, she's trouble.

- Why?

- Because her
boyfriend is Godzilla.

He's a bad man.

Hey.

You like these?

They allow me to sleep,

but still look like
I'm paying attention.

(laughs)

Pretty cool, huh?

- Yeah.

- My name's Mike.

- I'm Ken Marx.

- Welcome, Ken.

Our little school here may not

look like much fun,

but there's a good
reason for that.

It isn't.

(laughs)

Now just sit back, relax,

and try and learn something.

Good night.

- Hey, off that skateboard.

You see what happens?

Now get out of here!

(banging)

- First day with a new locker.

- I don't suppose you
can open this thing?

- Oh yeah.

It's probably the
five prong modulator,

it gets stuck with the mini.

Just a little torque,
and this baby...

(bangs)

So, Ken.

What brings you to this
armpit of the universe?

- Well.

Mom lost her job,
and we had to move

where the work was and--

- Wow, in your senior year too.

- Yeah, what are you gonna do?

I mean, it's just me and her.

- What about your friends?

- I guess I'll just
have to make new ones.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Ugh.

Ugh, man.

- Did you enjoy it?

- [Woman] Yes.

- That's good.

- This really isn't
such a bad place

once you get the hang of it.

Certain people
you've gotta avoid,

and others, you don't
wanna be seen with.

Like Mr. Johnson.

He's a struggling actor,

he played Bozo the Clown once.

Now over there, we
have Stinky Broom.

He never changes his clothes,

don't go near him
without a gas mask.

He got detention
for smelling so bad.

- Oh, man.

- Those are the skinheads.

Aka Nazi Warriors.

Don't look.

Now over here, you've
got Biff and Pal.

Our local football heroes.

They like male
bonding, you know.

- You know what I don't
understand though,

where I'm from, we weren't
all broken up like this.

I mean, everybody was friends.

- Well, this isn't
back home, alright?

Now just stick with
me, and you'll be fine.

Oh.

No, no, no.

Not her.

What did I say about her?

- Look, I was just
gonna go say hi to her.

- Her boyfriend will
rip your face off.

Just like that.

- Come on, man.

What could happen?

- It's been nice
knowing you, Ken.

- Hi.

Hi, I'm Ken Marx,
the new student.

I just thought I'd
come and say hi.

- Hi, I'm Julie.

- It's nice to meet you, Julie.

Is this seat taken?

- Uh...

(ominous music)

- What the hell is
this punk doing?

- Looks like he's talking
to your girlfriend.

- Gina, handle Mr. Johnson,

make sure he doesn't see this.

Go.

Who does this guy think he is?

- I don't know, buddy.

Put yourself in control.

- Hi, Mr. Johnson.

I was thinking about
your lecture last week,

secondary sexual
characteristics,

and I was wondering--

- Look, Ken, don't take
this the wrong way.

But you probably shouldn't
be talking to me.

I kind of have this boyfriend.

- I heard about him.

But that shouldn't stop me

from trying to make
new friends, should it?

- Actually, it shouldn't, but...

- Let's do it.

- Oh my God.

Ken, leave right now.

- Why, what's going on?

- It's my boyfriend, he's here.

- Come on, it can't be that--

- Ken, run.

- You're kidding me.

- Run!

- What do you
think you're doing?

- Why don't you watch
where you're going, pal.

- Be right with you,
be right with you.

What's up, do you
want to fight with me?

- I was just trying
to say hi to her,

is there anything
wrong with that?

- Ah.

Talking to her is
messing with me.

- I wasn't trying to--

- Tom, Tom.

Leave him alone.

Please?

- I wasn't doing anything, babe.

This guy started with me.

- Hey.

He didn't know about you.

He's new here.

- You just got lucky for now.

Next time.

Get out of here.

- Get outta here!

(ominous music)

(bell rings)

(catchy rock music)

- Hey, I've been
looking for you.

You see that sign up there?

Is that your work?

Take a look.

Alright, let's see what
you've got in the bag.

- Big smile, say cheese.

- Yeah.

I thought so.

Paint, yeah, you're the guy.

Come on, I want you to
come to the office with me.

- Hey, Ken.

- Hey, man.

- You know, if it
weren't for gravity,

that would be much easier.

Where you been all day?

- Hiding.

The guy's a madman.

- I hate to say I
told you so, but--

- Yeah, well, I didn't
understand, okay?

Great.

So what am I supposed to do now?

- Well, there's a train
leaving for New York

in about a half an hour,

if you're a fast runner.

- Yeah, thanks, man.

- Well, listen.

I just remembered I left
my cat in the microwave.

I gotta go, I'll see
you tomorrow, okay?

- Alright.

If I make it that far.

- Hi there, Kenneth.

Now.

I realize we just met,

but I gotta tell you,

I don't like you.

I don't know, maybe
it's your clothes,

or the stupid haircut.

I can't quite put
my finger on it.

And let me tell you
something, Kenny.

You stay away from
Julie, got it?

Okay?

Got it?

- Yeah, got it.

- Because if you don't,

bad things could happen to you.

Like this.

Check his wallet.

(coughing)

- Don't even think
about it, pal.

- Lifesavers.

10 bucks.

(coughs)

It's not about money, Kenny.

It's about respect.

Let's get out of here.

Lee will be pissed if I'm late.

- [Henchman] Bye, Kenny.

(coughs)

- Hey, kid.

You need a hand?

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Let's get you cleaned up.

(coughs)

(somber music)

Kinda tough being a
new kid, isn't it?

- [Ken] Yeah, I
never expected it

to be this hard, though.

- [Billy] You must not
be from around here.

- No, I'm from Salinas.

It's in Kansas.

What's so funny?

- You're not in Kansas
anymore, are you?

- You know...

Thanks.

The thing is,
everyone around here

thinks I'm from some hick place

with a bunch of cows
and no plumbing.

It's not like that at all.

I mean, it's just like
this place, but smaller.

- Sounds nice.

You have a lot of
friends back there?

- Yeah.

I mean, heck, there
were only 50 kids

in my whole class at school.

- Only 50?

- Yeah.

- How's does it feel?

- It's okay.

- So why'd you move here,

your dad get a new job?

- My mom's looking.

My dad died a
couple of years ago.

- Sorry to hear that.

- It's okay.

Anyhow, a lot of
people are out of work.

My mom thought she
could find a job here.

So here I am.

- Hey, you'll do fine here, kid.

You got a lot of guts.

And that's all you need.

- Thanks.

My name's Ken.

- Nice to meet you, I'm Billy.

Hey, I know you got
better things to do

than hang out with a janitor.

Get outta here.

Go head.

- Thanks.

- You are the master
of your opponent.

Kindness and mercy.

These have no place
inside this ring.

I want to see you
fighting in here.

Not just kicking and
punching your opponent,

but destroying him.

Crushing him, controlling him.

Success is control.

Control is success.

You!

- [Group] Success is control!

Control is success!

- Again!

- [Group] Success is control!

Control is success!

- Pitiful.

Again!

- [Group] Success is control!

Control is success!

- Success is control!

Control is success!

Again!

- [Group] Success is control!

Control is success!

- You!

- [Group] Success is control!

Control is success!

- You!

- [Group] Success is control!

Control is success!

- As you know, we
are conducting trials

for our fights today.

I seek the next challenger.

The one who will take on
Tom in the ring tonight.

I will judge their
performance myself.

(ominous music)

I call on our party friend.

Clear!

(tense music)

- Come with me, hotshot.

- Go for a bow!

(tense music)

(yells)

(groans)

(tense music)

I won.

Who won?

- [Group] Sensei!

- [Lee] Who won?

- [Group] Sensei!

- [Lee] Who won?

- I heard that you
were picking on someone

at school today.

- Nah, I wouldn't do that.

- Tom.

Shut up.

You fight for me, Tom.

And you don't fight
unless I tell you to.

- I bet Lee used
to beat people up

when he was younger.

- Yes.

Yes, he did.

But now he saves it for students

who don't do as they're told.

Now get your ass in gear.

Because you've got
a fight tonight.

Get out of here.

- [Mom] Hi, honey.

- Hey, Mom.

How was work?

- Mm, not bad.

My feet are killing me.

- I tell you, I have
got to get a job

where I don't
stand up all night.

- You know, there
might be a position

open at the school.

I can check for you?

- You sure you don't
want a ride to school?

- No, I'll be fine.

You get some rest.

- Okay.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Uh oh, Stinky Broom alert.

- Gross!

Take a bath!

Ew!

(bell rings)

- Oh, is that him?

- [Man] Hey, Ken.

- Hey, man.

- Ken?

Hi.

- Hey.

Look, I'm really sorry
about what happened.

- Don't worry about it,
it's not your fault.

- God, you must really hate me.

- No.

No, I don't.

I mean, you tried to warn me,

I just didn't understand.

- Good, that makes
me feel better.

(chuckles)

You know, everyone's
so scared of Tom

that it's been a long time

since any guy has just come up

and said hi to me.

- Oh, I can understand why.

- It's so annoying.

I just never realized
how much before.

- You know, maybe you should
talk to Tom about that.

- Gentlemen.

- Hey.

Heard you won your
fight last night.

- Of course.

Big crowd, too.

- How much did you win?

- Some serious cash, brother.

- Whoa.

- Hundreds?

- [Kid] Yeah, alright,
I'll be right there.

- [Teacher] Angela, if
you wear that again,

I will send you home.

- Son of a bitch.

He just doesn't
understand, does he?

- Tom, remember what Kate said.

- Kate was talking
about business.

This is pleasure.

- Listen to me, we've got
plenty of time for this guy.

- [Teacher] And no gum!

- Tom, not in the
classroom, okay?

- Okay.

(bell rings)

(loud commotion)

(whimsical music)

- Okay.

No sign of Tom in
the library sector,

everything looks copasetic.

It's a good LZ.

Sector seven's clear.

We're there, man.

- Hey, would you can
the military stuff?

Everything's gonna
be fine, alright?

- Uh oh.

Temptation, 12 o'clock.

(chuckles)

Hey, no interaction.

Do you want another surprise
attack or something?

- Look, all I did
to wave to her.

He can't get pissed
off about that, can he?

- Mr. Johnson.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Nothing, what's going on?

- I wouldn't be too
sure about that.

- Oh, no.

He can't be here too, man.

- Alright, let's cut him off.

- Evasive action now.

Run!

- No!

(suspenseful music)

- Hey!

Hey, you, slow down!

Hey!

Hey.

- Where'd he go?

- He's this way.

- Come on.

Get out of the way!

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)

(laughs)

Where you going, Kenny boy?

Nowhere to run.

Did I not make myself
perfectly clear yesterday

when I politely asked you

to stay away from Julie?

- I didn't do anything,
I just waved to her.

- You're messing with my woman,

and I'm not gonna stand for it.

- You never learn your
lesson, do you pal?

- Guys.

Get your shoes off my floor.

- Excuse me.

- Get your shoes off my floor.

- We're busy in here, buzz off!

- And leave the boy alone.

- Why don't you go
clean a toilet, okay?

- Hey, leave the kid alone.

- Say your prayers!

- You guys are
making a big mistake.

- Go back to your room.

(suspenseful music)

(groaning)

- Stop!

Billy, don't.

Billy, wait!

(coughs)

- What's going on?

- Oh my God.

You kicked their butts.

- No, I didn't do it.

- Well, then who did?

- What are you looking at!

- This is amazing, Ken.

- Way to go, Ken.

- You're a hero.

- Good job.

- Look, for the last
time, I didn't do it.

The janitor did, okay?

- I didn't see any janitor,

all I saw was you.

- Look, we're gonna
find that janitor,

and we're gonna
settle this right now.

- Hey, nice fight, Tom.

- Get outta here!

- What the hell is this?

Don't these people know
who's in charge here?

- You know, Tom, there might
be a new sheriff in town.

- I'm gonna kill that
son of a bitch, let's go.

- Not right now, Tom.

We gotta go to the dojo, okay?

- Yeah, well.

Tomorrow.

He's toast, you hear me?

- Tomorrow.

- You got that!

Ken Marx is dead.

Ken Marx is dead!

- [Ken] Hey, Billy.

- Hey Ken, how you doing?

- Look.

I wanted to thank
you for what you did

for me today.

I don't know why you
did it, but thanks.

- Hey, let's just
say I saw a man

who needed a hand,

and I was glad to help him out.

- You really did do it?

Whoa!

Kung fu janitor.

That's so subversive,
I mean that's--

- Look, Billy.

I really appreciate
what you did for me,

but the thing is,
it's not gonna make

those guys any nicer to me,

in fact, it's probably
gonna make things worse.

And I was hoping that
maybe you could help me--

- Hey.

I can't get more involved.

- I understand.

- Come on, let's go.

- Hey, Ken.

Everything will be alright.

- Yeah, sure.

(somber music)

- James.

Hi, yeah.

I've set everything
up for tonight,

so you're on.

- [James] Great.

The usual deal?

- Yeah.

- [James] Word is
you've got someone tough

for me tonight.

- That's right.

- [James] It's about time.

- What's your problem, Tom?

- Let's go!

Come on, man.

- James, look.

I gotta go.

(phone rings)

Tom!

Tom!

- What?

- Take off your head gear!

How did you get so banged up?

- I fell off my bike.

- He wants to see you, hotshot.

Now!

(ominous music)

Looks like someone beat
the crap out of him.

- The janitor at
my school, Sensei.

He's a lunatic.

I was just chasing
this kid, you see,

and for no reason,
he jumps me from...

- What have I told
you about weakness?

It's disgraceful.

And when you disgrace
yourself, you disgrace me.

You do not have control,

you have brought
shame upon yourself

and my dojo.

Humiliation.

The pain I give your outside

should be nothing
compared to the pain

you feel inside.

We are winners at my dojo.

We do not let others
control us, ever.

If you fail again,
you will be lucky

if I decide to let you live.

(ominous music)

You know where the door is.

Leave through it.

- Whoever beat him up must be

one hell of a fighter.

Why don't I just go
check out Tom's story

and see about this janitor?

Yeah.

(bell rings)

- [Teacher] For those of
you who do not have plans--

- Look.

Two days here, and--

- You hear that?

- You're the man.

I mean, personally, I
think you should milk this

for all it's worth.

- Yeah, and why is that?

- Because when Tom finds
out you're taking credit

for beating him up,

he's gonna rip you to shreds

and mail you home in a shoebox.

- Two days ago, nobody
wanted to talk to me.

Now everybody here
wants to be my friend.

Why?

Because they think I drew blood?

- Drawing blood is a
very impressive talent.

I mean, not everybody can do it.

- Hey.

Look, I'm sorry about
after school yesterday.

- It's okay.

My problem's not with
you, it's with Tom.

- Yeah.

But you stood up to him.

- That's not exactly true.

Look, Julie.

You are a really nice person,

but I just can't
talk to you anymore.

It hurts too much.

- Wait a second.

How could you say that?

I thought you wanted
to be friends.

- I do, I did!

Look.

I just can't, okay?

I'm really sorry, I can't.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(bell rings)

- Alright, class.

Takes your seats, and shut up.

This is very funny,
thank you very much.

Alright, where is it?

(laughing)

Who took my desk?

That's not funny, I want to know

who took this desk!

You are all gonna spend the next

semester in detention

if I don't find out...

I want names, alright?

Who took my desk?

Get rid of the knife!

(loud commotion)

- What's going on here?

What do you think this
is, your living room?

Come on, pick this stuff up.

Come on.

Move it, cholo.

- Hey, Ken!

- [Kid] Oh, great catch, man.

- Where were you?

- I ate at the library.

- What?

Wait a minute, don't tell me

you're one of those people

who actually studies.

- Look, I was worried.

About being mailed home
to my mother in a box.

- Oh, that?

I was only joking about that.

I mean, Tom would
never, ever, ever--

- You know something about--

- Would ever do what?

- The guy with glasses?

- Jesus!

- Ken!

I hear you've been
telling people

you beat me up yesterday.

- Tom, I didn't say that.

Everybody's--

- Ah.

I don't like people
telling stories

about me, needle dick.

When they do, they
pay the price.

- Tom, this is insane--

- Ah.

- Oh, poor thing.

(loud commotion)

- Come on, boy!

(groaning)

Pick him up!

- [Man] Stay down,
man, stay down!

- You like that there, Kenny?

Oh, you like that?

Huh?

Come on, son, come on.

You're doing a good
job there, buddy,

you're doing a good job.

Only I'm the king
of this school,

you got that?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

You understand me?

This is fun, isn't it, Kenny?

Isn't it fun?

This is your hero?

He's nothing!

This is your hero?

You ain't replacing
nobody, Kenny boy.

You got that?

- [Man] Come on,
that's enough man.

- Anybody else
want a piece of me?

Huh?

Come on, anybody else?

(groaning)

You're pathetic.

Let's go.

(chuckles)

(somber music)

- Alright, you're alright.

Come on.

Come on, get out of the way.

- [Ken] Billy.

- Oh my God.

What happened to you?

Have a seat.

- They came after me again,

just like I said they would.

I told my mom this
was a stupid idea!

I didn't wanna move,
I didn't wanna leave!

- Calm down, just relax, relax.

- What am I supposed to do now?

Go into hiding?

Move to another school?

- No!

You gotta learn how
to protect yourself.

And I'm gonna teach you.

- You are?

- Yeah.

Because they're not
gonna stop picking on you

until you start standing
up for yourself.

Right?

- Right.

(intense music)

This is self defense?

- Screw self defense.

This is called getting in shape.

Don't let me stop you.

Get those elbows moving.

Okay.

This is the last one.

I want you to do
an extra good job.

- I get it.

When this is all over,

I'm gonna know how
to do all kinds

of karate blocks, right?

It's like a wax on, wax off,

paint a fence, sand the floor.

- No.

This is called toilet cleaning.

It teaches humility.

Then I want you to start
over here on those urinals.

Okay?

- Yeah, okay.

- [Billy] See ya.

(lighthearted music)

- Hey, what is this,
your living room?

There's no smoking on
campus, you know that.

Hey, what are you guys doing?

Making an X-rated movie?

Come on, let's see
some daylight in there.

One more time, it's detention.

Paco, lose the hat.

You look like a pimp.

- What is this, Julie?

You're avoiding me?

Me?

- You know, I can't
believe you, Tom.

What you did to Ken is terrible.

- He broke the rules,
so he pays the price.

- He said hi to me.

- You're mine, Julie.

If I don't want people
talking to you, they don't.

- You never used
to be like this.

- So I learned a
few tricks from Lee.

Doesn't make me a bad guy.

- Yeah, well, then maybe
you'll have to choose

between him and me.

- I don't have time
for this right now.

We'll talk about
this later, alright?

- Okay.

- What the hell are
you looking at, Marx.

Want your butt kicked again?

- Good afternoon.

- Hi!

- I'm Vice Principal Kowalski.

How can I help you?

- I'm interviewing for the
substitute teacher position.

Sex education?

- Really?

Well.

I hope we'll be
working together.

Right this way.

- Thank you.

- Have a nice day.

- Come on, Ken.

Go, come on, come on.

Good job.

Good job, that was good,

but you gotta do another one.

You know you gotta give
me another one, right?

Come on, yeah.

I want another one.

Come on, let's go.

Push it, push it, come on.

Push it, yes, yes.

(shutter snaps)

(loud crash)

- Lee!

Lee!

What the hell are you doing?

You could've hurt me.

- I need to know
more about this man.

I want you to learn more now!

- Listen to me!

- Now!

Alright.

(ominous music)

- You know, Ken.

You're in pretty good shape.

But I want to test
your reflexes.

- How you gonna do that?

What the hell are
you doing, man?

- If you can get out
of the way of these,

you can get out of the
way of anybody's attack.

- Yeah, but if you hit
me with one of those,

that's gonna hurt.

- Oh!

No kidding, Sherlock.

(ball slams)

(catchy rock music)

♪ Yeah

♪ Look at you with
your attitude ♪

♪ Tell me Ken, what
you're going to do ♪

♪ What is the plan
inside your head ♪

♪ You have your reputation

♪ I've got my obligation

♪ Some things are
better left unsaid ♪

♪ I won't let you win

♪ In control of my life

♪ Draw

♪ Got to draw the line

♪ For you and me

♪ Draw the line

♪ Draw

♪ Going to do just fine

♪ No more wasted time

♪ Draw the line

♪ Dedication's just a name

♪ For you, it's all a game

♪ Two lying eyes
will always see ♪

♪ You could feel it
when you come around ♪

♪ Won't let it get me down

♪ Down

♪ Down on my knees

♪ I won't let you win

♪ In control of my life

♪ Draw

♪ Got to draw the line

♪ Between you and me

♪ Draw the line

- You're getting there.

Go ahead, Ken.

- Damn it!

You keep hitting me
in the same place.

- You've got a blind spot.

And you guys are
scaring the cholos.

Hey, you're doing good.

And you're making
a lot of progress,

so just keep your spirit, okay?

- I guess I'm just distracted.

I've got this problem

and I don't know
what to do about it.

- What is it?

- It's a girl.

- Oh, that kind of a problem.

- She's the
girlfriend of the guy

that kicked my butt last month.

- Really?

- Yeah.

And I like her.

I mean, I've liked
her from the start.

Well then, Tom started
pushing me around,

told me I couldn't
talk to her anymore.

- Aren't you asking for trouble?

- Well, the thing is,

Tom's gonna beat
me up whether I ask

Julie out or not, so,

might as well get
beat up for a reason.

- Alright.

Come on.

First of all, we gotta get
her talking to you again.

- Okay.

(melancholic music)

Hey.

- Hey.

Does this mean you
think it's safe

to talk to me again?

- Probably not, but
I'm doing it anyhow.

Look, Julie, I'm
sorry about that.

I really want to be your friend,

but Tom is just always--

- I guess I can't blame you.

- Oh, hey.

This is for you.

It's kind of a new
friendship offering.

- Thanks, Ken.

That's really sweet of you.

(lighthearted music)

- Hey Julie, you know,

I was wondering
if maybe you and I

could get together or something?

Like, after school,
or Friday night?

- Ken, are you asking me out?

- Well, not on a
date necessarily,

just as friends, just for fun,

maybe ice cream or something?

- I'm sorry, Ken.

I would really love to.

But I can't.

- I understand.

You have a boyfriend
and everything.

- Look, Ken.

You're a really nice guy.

It's just that I've
been dating Tom

for a long time.

And I just think he's a
little confused right now.

He kind of got
involved with some--

- Look, pardon me,
I'm not sympathetic

where Tom is concerned, okay?

- No, I don't expect you to be.

It's...

Sometimes I think
about calling it off.

But it's like I feel trapped.

Kind of like I have to
stay with him for now.

- But you don't have to
if you don't want to.

- No, I do.

Look, I can't
explain it right now.

I'll see you in class.

- You asking Julie out?

- I was trying to.

- And you asked
Billy instead of me?

What is he, the janitor of love?

Ken, I know women.

I'm suave.

- Oh, is that so?

- I could've taught you
plenty of things, buddy.

- Like what?

- Watch this.

- Babe, how you doing?

- Jerk.

- Alright, bad example.

Let's find another
girl with tits.

- Yeah, real suave, buddy.

- What?

- Here you go, bud.

- Aw man, thanks.

Man, why do we
work out in there?

It's 100 degrees.

- Heat is pressure.

You do better under pressure.

Heat increases your stamina,

your drive, and your endurance.

- Yeah, man.

And your need for deodorant.

- Yeah.

Hey, there's a
couple cans of soda

over there in the pail.

- Thanks.

(Ken whistles)

- Hey, punk.

Long time no see.

- What do you want, Tom?

- I hear you've been
learning to fight.

- That's not true, I've
just been working at--

- Ah.

What did you think you could do,

start a revolution?

Unseat me?

- Tom, I don't
want to fight you.

- Well, that's just too bad.

Cause you're going to.

(suspenseful music)

Round two, punk.

(groaning)

- Kid, I got a
proposition for you.

- Please, let's just
get out of here.

- Get in.

- Thanks a lot.

- No problem.

What's your name?

- Ken.

- Ken.

Relax.

I don't bite.

Not unless you want me to.

I saw you fighting
Tom out there.

You're pretty good.

- I'm just learning
how to defend myself.

- Hey, come on, there's nothing

to be embarrassed about.

You should be proud
you know how to fight.

I know a lot of kids your age

who are making a
lot of money at it.

- But I can't fight.

- Why don't you
take a ride with me

and see what I'm talking about,

and maybe, maybe you'll
change your mind.

Trust me.

(audience cheers)

- You'll take Lee, okay.

Okay.

(loud commotion)

- I realize that looks brutal.

But believe me, each
one of those guys

wants to be in that ring.

The winner will make a 5%
cut of the fight's profit,

and the loser will
make about 2%.

- It doesn't seem worth it.

- That's about $500
for one night, Ken.

And that beats the hell
out of mowing lawns.

Hey, plenty of those kids

pave their way through
college like this.

- Yeah.

If they don't waste it all

on plastic surgery first.

(crowd cheers)

- Ken.

Look, I want you to
take this as an advance.

Go out and buy some nice girl

an expensive dinner.

See what it's like
to have some money.

And then I want you
to get back to me.

- Look, sorry.

I can't take this.

(crowd cheers)

(man yells)

- [Announcer] Alright,
that's the fight, folks.

- Come on, you just cost me $20.

I hope you enjoyed
the ride, here you go.

Get him up.

- [Announcer] A decisive victory

over Joltin' Jeff Swade.

Windows is still open
for the big event,

so hurry, hurry, hurry,
place those bets.

And next, the event you've
all been waiting for,

our final bout of the evening,

entering the ring
now with six wins,

and three TKOs,

direct from the Big Apple,

our challenger,
Deadly David Stern.

And now, here he is,

the king of the coliseum,

our sensational sensei,

undefeated after 31 fights,

seeking to continue
his reign of pain,

our returning champion, Lee!

(crowd chants)

Attention please, the
windows are now closed.

All bets are final.

- Gentlemen, face me.

Bow.

Face each other.

Bow.

Bow.

Fighting stance.

Fight!

(loud commotion)

(intense music)

(crowd cheers)

(intense music)

- Yeah!

This is it right here!

Go!

(crowd cheers)

- [Announcer] Alright,
there you have it, folks.

Our very own Lee,

with a fast and furious victory.

(crowd chants)

- Ah, another loser.

(crowd boos)

- Billy, I'm sorry.

I didn't know, okay?

- Damn!

You try to one
little bit of good

for this world,

and it all turns to garbage.

Kids fighting for money?

- But some of them could use it.

She said a lot of
them could use it

to pay their way
through college.

- If they need money,

there's better ways for
them to get it than that.

I'm sick of crap like this!

- What are you, Mr.
Know-It-All janitor?

Billy, I'm sorry about that.

Billy.

I knew you always
weren't a janitor.

And I want you to
tell the truth.

- Ken, I used to be a cop.

Then I killed a kid.

It was a mistake.

- Did you have to quit?

- No, I couldn't
handle it anymore.

But I'm thinking about
getting back into it.

- You want to bust the guys

that are running the fights?

- They're hurting
kids to make money,

and that's not right.

These people are dangerous.

If you refuse to fight for them,

it could be real
trouble for you.

- Well, we'll just
keep training, right?

- Yeah, go warm up.

- You coming?

- Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

- Alright.

(loud slamming)

- Mhm.

See anything you like, Kate?

- Yeah, high school
boys are such a turn on.

- Hey now.

That was good, right?

(laughs)

- Yeah, yeah you were.

You lasted what, three minutes?

What a thrill.

By the way, I dropped
by your high school,

I checked out that kid

that's giving you
so much trouble.

- Who?

- Who is that, ah see,

I think his name is Ken?

Quite the good little
fighter, isn't he?

- Nah.

He's nothing.

- [Kate] He was good enough

to put you on your ass.

- That little bastard.

He thinks he can fight me,

I'm gonna kill him.

- You won't do anything

unless I tell you to.

- I don't have to listen to you.

- Hey.

I'm interested in him, Tom.

So keep your hands off of him.

And by the way, if I hear
that you disobeyed me,

and I will hear of it, Tom,

then I'll make sure that
you never fight again.

(loud bang)

(hopeful intense music)

(phone rings)

- [Spinelli] Detective
Spinelli speaking.

- Hey, Spinelli.

- [Spinelli] Is this
who I think it is?

- Yeah, it's your old partner.

- [Spinelli] I thought
you fell off the Earth.

- Yeah, it has been a long time.

Hey.

I have something I
need your help with.

- It's just a warehouse.

There's nothing
illegal going on here.

- There is, I've been
watching this place.

- Now look, Billy, I
am worried about you.

You withdraw from society,

disappear for years,

and then you call
me out of the blue,

wanting to stop some
illegal fighting ring

that nobody knows about.

- People know about
this place, Spinelli.

- Let's talk to
this guy over here.

- Talk to him?

Wait, you can't!

Wait!

- Hold up, buddy.

I'd like to ask you a question.

- You ain't seen nothing.

(groaning)

(intense music)

- It's gonna hit
you like a mule!

- Hey!

- Spinelli, we got four
more coming, let's go!

(loud commotion)

- Go on, go, go,
go, go, just go.

(tires screech)

- Stop, rewind.

There.

Is this the man you
took pictures of before?

- Yeah.

- Kill him.

In the school.

Make sure everyone
sees his body.

- My pleasure.

- [Teacher] In honor
of St. Patrick's Day,

the cafeteria will be serving

green meat loaf
and mash potatoes

for lunch today.

- Hey Kenny, what's going on?

- Hey.

Nothing, I'm just getting ready

to do a little work, you know?

- With that big black eye again?

- What's this, you've
been spying on me?

- Oh yeah, every day.

You know, I thought you were

on the track team or something.

But you're not, you're
working out with the janitor.

(chuckles)

- Look.

I'll tell you why I
work out everyday,

if you'll go out
with me tonight.

- Ken, you know I can't.

- Why, because of Tom?

- Come on, you don't
even like him anymore.

- Yes, I do.

- No, look, you're
just too afraid

to break up with him.

- Look, he's my
boyfriend, alright?

If you can't handle that,

maybe we shouldn't
be friends anymore.

- God.

- That was smooth.

- Oh, shut up.

- What?

(catchy guitar music)

- Go, go, go, go, go!

Police!

Clear.

- Anybody?

Not like that.

- Okay, we're here.

All the way back here.

- Damn.

Let's go.

- I really like her, Billy.

I mean, I think about
her all the time.

- Have you told her that?

- Yes, and no.

I mean, I tried to ask
her out, it didn't work.

- That's not the same thing.

How does she feel about you?

- I don't know.

I mean, she talks to me all
the time, more than Tom.

Maybe she does like me.

- If she didn't like you,

she wouldn't talk to you.

- You think so?

- Hey, you're probably
one hell of a catch.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Look at your competition.

- Tell me about it. (chuckles)

- What?

You guys are so
insensitive sometimes.

(laughing)

(popcorn pops)

- I'm gonna get a
soda, you want one?

- Uh, listen Tom, do we
have to see this movie?

Can we go somewhere else?

- Like where, I already
bought the tickets.

- Like some place
where we can be alone

for a little while.

- Mm, spend a little time

in the backseat, hm?

- No, Tom.

I want to go some place
where we can talk.

- Talk?

What's there to talk about?

We talk all the time.

- No we don't, Tom.

You haven't talked
to me for weeks.

And when I do see you,

all you want to do is
party or get into my pants.

Well I'm sick of it.

- What do you
think you're doing?

You never used to act like this.

It's Ken, isn't it?

I'm sick and tired
of the two of you

hanging out all the time.

- Let go of me.

- I don't want you to
ever talk to him again.

In fact, if I catch
you hanging around him,

I'm gonna beat the--

- You can't control my life.

- Listen, you are my girl,

and you'll do
exactly what I say.

- That's it, Tom.

We're through.

- No we're not.

Julie, get back here, Julie!

- Tom, come on, let her go.

Can we get some popcorn please?

- [Mom] You alright, kiddo?

You know, it's not healthy

to be home on a Friday night.

- I'm fine, Mom.

Just hanging out.

How was the interview?

- I don't know, Kenny.

I'm not finding jobs
I thought I would,

and well, waitressing,
it's okay, it's money,

but I don't know.

If I don't find something soon,

we might have to move again.

- Don't worry about it, Mom,

we're gonna be alright.

I know we will.

- You are such a great kid.

Listen.

Why don't you go out,

have some fun with
your friends tonight.

Okay?

- Okay.

(phone rings)

Hello.

- Hi, Ken?

It's Julie.

Do you think you
could come pick me up?

I'm right across the
street from Cinema Six.

Please hurry.

Thanks.

(ominous music)

(loud clanging)

- Lee sends his regards.

(suspenseful music)

(groaning)

- Ta-da!

- Wow, you're quite
the outdoorsman.

- Well, it's that
Midwest upbringing.

- Hey, thanks a lot for
picking me up tonight.

I really needed it.

- It's my pleasure.

I mean, I had big plans tonight,

but it was no problem
breaking them.

- You know, you have
been so nice to me.

And I don't think I've
been very nice to you.

- No, you have.

You talked to me when a lot

of other people wouldn't.

- And my boyfriend beat
you up because of it.

Look, I know what you're doing

after school every day.

Practicing.

- How'd you know about that?

- Mike told me.

- Son of a...

- Listen, if you're doing this

because Tom is still making--

- No.

I'm not doing it because of Tom.

I'm doing it for myself.

- Why?

- So I could steal
you away from him.

- You already have.

(ominous music)

(groaning)

(plates breaking)

(groaning)

- This time you lose, Billy.

- You're wrong.

(groaning)

(dark music)

- Good morning, Ken.

Listen, I heard
your mom's having

a hard time finding a good job?

If money's tight, my
offer still stands.

- Look.

If you don't leave me alone,

I swear I'm gonna
go to the cops.

(laughs)

- You know, I'm a very
powerful woman, Ken.

I always get what I want.

If I think you need
to be taught a lesson,

then I'll make sure that
you're taught a lesson.

Just like Billy.

- Billy?

What are you talking about?

- You'll find out.

(melancholic music)

- Billy!

Billy!

Billy?

Billy!

(loud commotion)

- Hey, what are you doing?

Get out of here!

Get back to class.

You guys, quit hanging around,

get to class.

Don't you have something
better to do, Marx?

Get to class.

- Hey, man.

Have you seen Billy anywhere?

- Yeah.

I had breakfast at his
house this morning.

- Look, he's gone.

I can't find him anywhere.

- You mean, he vanished?

Wow.

Just like Hoffa. (chuckles)

- Hey, hey, Jules.

What's happening Friday night?

You need to return
my phone calls.

- We are through, Tom.

Understand?

- What the hell's
going on over there?

Dude, Ken.

- And if you ever
touch me again,

I'll have Ken kick your ass.

- Ken?

You went out with
him, didn't you?

You little slut.

- Let go of me!

- You stay away from
him, you understand me?

- Don't you ever
touch her again.

- Touch her?

I own her, Kenny.

- No, Tom.

You don't own anybody.

- Oh, yeah?

I've been waiting a
long time for this.

- No, guys!

Hold, hold it.

Cool off, cool off!

- Hey, knock it off over there!

- You guys, hey!

You want to settle this?

Fine!

But settle it like
men in a real ring.

- Anytime, anyplace.

- Eight o'clock,
Friday night, my dojo.

- Fine.

- Don't!

For me.

- No, Julie.

This time it's gonna be for me.

Eight o'clock it is.

- You're dead, Kenny boy.

Understand me?

You're dead.

- Eight o'clock is
good for me, boys.

- Shut up!

(intense saxophone music)

- What's your problem, man?

This is sparring!

- Just fight, will you?

- That's it!

I've had it with you, man!

- Get back in here!

(intense saxophone music)

- Sam, it's Kate.

Major fight tonight.

Two young tough guys
fighting it out over a woman.

No, I've been watching them.

They're ready to
kill one another.

(loud commotion)

- Hey.

- No sign of Billy?

No.

- Okay.

I realize I'm not your coach,

but I know you got what it takes

to beat this guy,

I mean, it's no question.

Just go out there and
keep a stiff upper lip,

and stay on your toes,

float like a butterfly--

- And sting like a bee?

- You know the stuff.

Okay.

Just go out there and
open a can of whoop ass

on this guy.

- You got it, man.

Hey.

Thanks for being there for me.

- What are friends for?

Are you scared?

I'm not.

- [Announcer] Ladies
and gentlemen!

The big event is about to begin.

Windows are open, but
time's running out,

the place goes fast.

So if you're putting down cash,

you better dash.

Everyone else, please
clear the ring,

and get to your seats.

- Piece of cake.

Piece of cake.

Oh my God.

(crowd cheers)

- Ken.

Ken, listen to me.

Please don't do this.

Tom is crazy, he'll kill you.

- Julie, I'm not
gonna lose this fight.

(crowd cheers)

- Hi, darling.

- [Announcer] Revved up,
and ready to slug it out!

- Out of the way,
out of the way.

Good to see you, yeah.

This is where you
oughta put your money.

You know where to
put your money?

Right here, the kid.

(crowd cheers)

(chuckles)

- Let's go in and handle it.

(crowd cheers)

- Do you really think
this is a good idea?

- Me?

No.

I think this is the worst
idea I've ever heard.

That's why I called the police.

- You what?

- Well, I mean, this
is illegal, right?

I figured they'd want to know,

so I told them to stop
by around eight o'clock.

(chuckles)

Or was it nine.

- Face each other.

Bow.

Fighting stance!

- It's payback
time, needle dick.

- Fight!

(crowd boos)

- Will you fight,
for God's sakes?

- You gonna fight,
or are you gonna run?

Come on, Ken.

Fight, fight, fight!

(crowd chants)

Come on, Ken.

Fight me.

(crowd cheers)

- Yes!

(Tom coughs)

(suspenseful music)

- Get up!

- You ain't nothing, Kenny boy.

You hear me?

Come on, Kenny boy.

You're making this too easy.

Let's go, boy.

Let's go.

(crowd cheers)

(intense music)

Come on, Ken!

(groaning)

Hit me, Ken.

Come on!

(groaning)

Come on!

(crowd cheers)

- That's enough of this, Tom.

I've had enough!

(groaning)

- Take that, boy.

- You had enough, boy?

Get up here, come on!

(groaning)

- Hey come on, Tom.

Fight fair.

(laughing)

- Mike, stop the fight!

Throw in the towel.

- There is no towel.

- Ken.

Ken, this is enough.

Okay?

You don't have to finish this.

- Kill him, my boy.

Destroy him.

(crowd boos)

- Yeah!

(hopeful music)

(crowd cheers)

(crowd cheers)

- Come on, Ken!

Kick his ass!

(crowd cheers)

(crowd chants)

- You're failing me!

(crowd chants)

- Now it's your
turn, needle dick.

(crowd cheers)

- [Announcer] Ladies
and gentlemen,

the winner, Ken Marx!

What a fight that was!

Incredible!

- Yeah!

Yeah!

- Yeah!

Yeah!

- You.

- Ken!

- You reek of failure!

- That's enough, Lee.

(suspenseful music)

- Get up, man!

(crowd boos)

- Get him, Billy!

- Get him!

(groaning)

(suspenseful music)

- Can he do that?

- Come on, man.

Come on, Billy!

- You want it?

(groaning)

- Come on!

Get up!

- Come on!

- Come on, Billy.

(crowd cheers)

- Get him, kill him!

(hopeful music)

(crowd cheers)

- Yeah, yes, go!

- You're not gonna
hurt anymore kids, Lee.

(Lee yells)

- Yeah!

- Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy!

(crowd chants)

- Billy, Billy.

Are you okay?

I didn't know where
you were, man.

Alright.

- Billy, Billy,
Billy, Billy, Billy!

- You did it, man.

You did it.

- No.

We did it.

- [Announcer] Uh, that concludes

this evening's entertainment.

Please exit in an
orderly fashion.

Ow!

(loud commotion)

- Halt.

- Oh, back off, you jerk!

- You're not going anywhere.

Whoa.

- Are you sure you're okay?

- Well I guess in this
case, the best man lost.

What the hell.

- It's okay.

- Ah.

See you around, man.

Thank you.

Bye Julie.

- Oh, man.

- Get him out of here.

- Thank God.

- Mr. Grant.

We want to know if you'd
consider working with us.

We're not too happy
with our sensei.

- Sure.

- Really?

Let's go, guys.

- Woo!

Party at my house, buddies.

No alcohol of course.

Just fruit punch and
alfalfa sprouts for you.

- Hey, Billy.

- Yeah.

- It looks like you
did quite a job here.

- I just did what I had to do.

- Now you listen.

The department is
looking for somebody

to teach self
defense, and you know,

your name came up.

Hey.

Thought you might be interested.

- Yeah.

I think it's about time for me

to get my life back together.

- Well, I hope so.

I hope so, my man!

- Excuse me.

(hopeful music)

- Okay, that's enough.

Let's get out of this dump.

We've got some partying to do.

(lighthearted music)