Well, I wish you'd go talk to her. Adrian don't like this none. She's started cryin'.
- She don't like me fightin'. - What's with this domestic stuff?
Tend to the business, will ya? Jab that till it hurts!
500 times without stopping. Do you hear me? 500 times.
- I wanna use my other arm. - If you do, I'm gonna chop it off.
- Is that clear? - I'll figure somethin'.
I wish you would, Paulie. I appreciate it.
I'm sorry. Are you finished? Can we go to work?
That would be nice. Now, hit that bag. Hit it. Jab it till it hurts. Go ahead!
- Three... four... - I want 500 high ones.
- Go! - What was that? Seven or eight?
One, two. One, two. Come on. Turn it over.
Snap it. Come on. Dig it!
All right, pick it up.
Come on. Pick 'em up.
Faster!
Come on! Faster!
Time!
Get up! Get me another one, all right?
- Ease up on these sparrin' partners. - You just get me another, man.
Time! What's the matter? That bag too fast for ya?
You're gonna pound that sass right out of him.
Last time we shoulda won, but this time you're gonna be scary, kid.
You're gonna be a greasy, fast, Italian monster!
You're gonna eat lightning! You're gonna crap thunder!
We'll have to put you in a cage, kid.
- Let's take a break, all right? - Break? What break?
Where are you goin'? We're not finished. Hey, I said where the hell you goin'?
Speed! Speed!
Catch that punk!
Speed! Speed! Can't you catch that little squirt?
Can't you? Get the lead out!
Move! Fast!
You look dead. If you're gonna catch that little speedball,
you're gonna catch Creed easy.
Come on! Move!
Right. Time!
Hey, dead ass. Get over here.
Hey, are you sick, kid?
Kid, what's the matter with you?
- Nothin'. - Let me tell you somethin', kid.
Now, for a 45-minute fight, you gotta train hard for 45,000 minutes.
45,000. That's ten weeks. That's ten hours a day. You listenin'?
And you ain't even trained one.
I don't know what the hell you're waitin' for. What are you waitin' for?
I don't know.
Suit yourself.
- Yo, Rocky. - Hey, yo, Paulie. How you doin'?
I'm worried about you. I've been watchin'. Your head ain't screwed on right.
Nah, come on. I'm doin' OK. You know, I've been thinking.
Would you like to work in my corner? Wanna get involved in this fight?
- What? Watchin' you get murdered? - Oh, come on. I'm doin' OK.
My sister got you so guilty, you're runnin' all over the place.
- She'll be all right. - It ain't all right.
Hey, Paulie, it's OK, all right?
- It's not OK. - Just leave Adrian alone, all right?
Yo, Adrian! Where are ya?
- Paulie. - Yeah, Paulie. What the hell you doin'?
- What do you mean? - What the hell you doin'?
- About what? - About messin' up that guy over there.
Don't start. I'm just trying to keep him safe.
Yeah, what? Feedin' these goddamn squirrels?
Did I teach you how to do that? Ditchin' a guy when he needs your help?
- I can't believe my ears. - You didn't teach me anything, Paulie.
- And I never hurt Rocky. - You're messin' up his brain real bad.
- That's not what I'm doing. - Yeah, don't tell me!
- He's gonna get hurt because of you! - It's not true.
- Don't say that! - I'm sayin' it.
- Come across and tell him it's all right. - If he goes blind, you walk away.
I can't. I love him. You don't!
What are you doin'?
What are you doin'? What's wrong?
Adrian, what's the matter?
Come on. Where are your guts?
What's your problem, Mick?
- My problem? - Yeah.
You got the problem, kid. You got a ticker problem.
What's the matter? You got nothin' left inside?
Cos you're trainin' like a damn bum, you know that?
- Bum? - A bum.
Maybe you're right. Maybe I ain't got it no more.
All right. Then don't you waste my time no more. You hear that?
Go away! Go back to the docks where you belong.
You go back to bein' a two-bit nothin'!
But don't you ever come back here again, because I'm too old to waste my time
tryin' to train a no-good loser like you, you bum!
- They want you across the street. - What's up?
Your wife's sick.
Mr Balboa? I'm Dr Cooper. The baby is fine, even though it's a month premature.
- What is it? - It's a boy.
Holy smoke. I didn't know she could do it.
How's Adrian? Where is Adrian?
She's had complications.
Like what?
She was haemorrhaging when she was brought in.
The premature delivery was most likely caused by strain of overwork,
and the sudden loss of blood has caused her to slip into a coma.
Adrian, it's me.
They said outside you're very sick, but I...
I don't wanna believe that.
Maybe you're just tired, you know.
Don't worry about nothin'. You just sleep as long as you want, OK?
And I'm gonna be here when you wake up.
Rocky, come on. You're not doin' any good here.
Let's go see the kid.
No. We gotta see him together.
It's OK. We gotta see him together.
Mr Balboa, visiting hours are over.
Can't I stay? I'll be quiet.
I'm sorry. Hospital rules.
I can't do any more of this watchin' stuff.
Do you have a chapel?
Yes, we do.
Good night.
Hi, Rock.
That Adrian... she's a good girl.
Me, you know, I'm sorry for both of ya.
Well... there's nothin' I can do, is there?
Except...
I'd like to tell you somethin' once, and then I ain't gonna say it again.
Well, Rocky, you got another shot.
It's a second shot.
At the... I don't know, the biggest title in the world.
And you're gonna be swappin' punches
with the most dangerous fighter in the world.
And just in case, you know, your brain ain't workin' so good,
all this happens pretty soon.
And you ain't ready.
You're nowhere near in shape.
So I say, you know, for God's sake,
why don't you stand up and fight this guy hard, like you done before?
That was beautiful!
But don't lay down in front of him like this!
Like a... I don't know, like some kind of mongrel or somethin'.
Cos he's gonna kick your face in pieces.
You know that? That's right. This guy just don't wanna win, you know.
He wants to bury ya. He wants to humiliate ya.
He wants to prove to the whole world
that it was nothin' but some kind of a freak the first time out.
He said you're a one-time lucky bum.
Well, now.
I don't...
I don't wanna get mad
in a biblical place like this,
but I think you're a hell of a lot more than that, kid. A hell of a lot.
But, no, wait a minute. If you wanna blow it, if you wanna blow this thing,
dammit, I'm gonna blow it with ya.
Do you wanna stay here? I'll stay with you.
I'll stay and pray.
What have I got to lose?
It's gonna be OK.
"'There ain't no other trail to the ranch, or no shorter one."'
"'Oh, yes, there is' said Marvel."
"'When I was a kid, I helped my old man trail some cattle up from the border."'
Can you hear me, Adrian?
Keep listening.
"After breakfast, Bruce watched the party get away on the chase."
"He saw Cora and Kay and Bud
start up the valley 15 minutes ahead of the others."
"At the last minute, the girl..."
Well, I just wrote this thing for you, Adrian.
I don't know... maybe you'll like it.
I'll just read it to ya, cos...
"Remember when we was on ice skates
And I thought you were supposed to be great?"
"But I kept givin' you lip And you kept tryin' to slip
So I could catch you?"
"That was our first date And after that every day was great."
"So now I want you to know
That wherever you go
Atlantic City or in the snow
Don't worry about a thing
Cos as long as I got this ring
I'll always be there to catch you."
I knew you'd come back.
Thank God.
Anybody want a refill? Adrian, it cost six bucks a bottle.
- I don't need that. I ain't drinkin' now. - So, you haven't seen the baby?
- I was waitin' to see it together. - I seen the kid.
The kid's a winner. He's got forearms like you, Mickey.
Here he is now. Look.
- There's your mommy. - Oh, baby!
Is that it?
- I can't believe it. He's ours? - Yeah.
- He's really ours? - Thank you.
Come on. You done all the work. Adrian, I can't believe you done this.
- Believe me, we did. - Oh, no. He ain't got a name.
- What do you wanna call him? - Paulie's a great name.
Yeah, Paulie's a pretty good name.
- What about after the father? - Rocky Junior?
- Come on. You really wanna do that? - Yes.
Adrian, he's the best I ever seen. You really done good.
You look so tired. Why don't you go get some sleep?
Oh, no, no. I feel great. Listen, I been thinkin',
if you don't want me mixin' with Creed no more,
we'll make out some other kind of way, you know.
There's one thing I want you to do for me. Come here.
- What? - Win.
- What are we waitin' for? Take us!
Faster! Faster!
Keep movin'! Faster.
Pick 'em up!
That's it.
- Speed! Speed! - Come on!
- 59! - One more! Come on, man!
44... 45...
50!
Come on! Push! Don't give up!
Get that olive oil out of ya!
Push!
Push! Push! Again!
Left! Right!
That's speed!
Speed! Speed!
Speed!
Good night.
Hey, Rocky!
Come on.
Good evening. This is Bill Baldwin speaking to you
from the Spectrum in Philadelphia, the site of Superfight II,
with Rocky Balboa, the challenger, and Apollo Creed, the world champion.
My sidekick and partner again tonight - Stu Nahan.
For those watching tonight's telecast,
we think you're gonna see a real great battle in every sense of the word.
Don't worry about nothin'.
It's OK.
I gotta go.
Adrian, I wish the doctor'd let you go to this fight.
Me too.
You're the man. You're number one. The champ. The best of all time.
The girls love ya. Men, old people love ya. Young people love ya.
You're the best. You're the man. And he's yours. He's yours. He's yours.
This bum shouldn't even be in the same ring.
I want you to show him who you are tonight. Stick him.
- You help with the baby, right? - I'll take care of everythin'.
- OK, cos you're in charge. - You're gonna be late for your own fight.
- Everything's gonna be fine. - Maybe I'd better go fight now.
- I love you. - I love you too.
- Punch his lungs out. - Adrian, I wish you could go.
The doctor said no.
- Take care. - Good luck.
The champion has let it be known to the press and radio
that he is in the best shape of his career.
And Rocky Balboa, I know, is a 5-1 underdog.
He's a street brawler from Philadelphia.
But can he repeat that incredible performance of ten months ago?
And, you know, he took a real beating at the hands of the champion.
Carmine!
Hey, yo, Father Carmine!
Hey, Father Carmine, are you home? Hey, yo, Father Carmine!
- Chi e? - It's me, Rocky Balboa.
I'm goin' to the fight, but I was wonderin' if you could do me a small favour.
- Ma sicuro. Che favore? Che? - It's about the fight.
Now I got the family and the baby.
I was wonderin' if you could throw down a blessin', so if I get beat up tonight
it won't be too bad. Could you do somethin' like that?
Thanks a lot, Father. I gotta go. I'm so late. See you in church. Take care.
- Hey, Rock. - Good luck, son.
- Yo, Mick! - Run, or I'll break your head!
Where ya been? Ya lost your brain?
- We got a fight, remember that? - I'm sorry. I'm here.
Get dressed, will ya?
Stu, there are many rumours about this fight.
The most obvious is a desire for Apollo to draw first blood, to end it quickly.
This would prove that the last fight was a fluke.
Come on, lightning, thunder!
Hurricane!
- Get him. - I'm gonna get him.
- Gonna get him. - He's ours!
It's time, kid.
OK, let's do it.
All right, I'm ready.
- I think I'm startin' to get a headache. - No, you are in perfect workin' condition.
- You are perfect. - You look good, too.
And you look perfect.
- Hey, Mick. - Yeah.
In case I don't get a chance, I just wanna say I'm gonna be tryin' hard for you.
- Thank you. - Ain't this robe nice?
It's better than last year. Remember that baggy one?
- This is gorgeous. It's perfect. - Yeah, it's real cute. I like it.
Rocky Balboa heading toward the ring.
Yes, sir. Rocky Balboa, known to millions as the Italian Stallion.
Making his way to the ring. Why this fighter of limited ability
has gained such popularity is such a mystery.
Rocky Balboa. The folks at the Spectrum are beginning to chant his name.
- He has an awful lot of backers here. - Balboa is wearing a black and gold robe.
He wore a red one the last time from that meat-packing plant.
Or from the high school he never graduated from!
31 years of age. There he is shaking hands with the referee, Lou Filippo.
And we're waiting now for the champion to come into the ring.
It's certainly packed with Rocky's people.
I've never seen so many Italians in one place!
Hey, hey. You said that. I didn't say that.
- These people are for you! - I appreciate it.
- Are you ready in here? - I think so.
Tonight's our night.
By the sound of the crowd, the champion is just now coming into the Spectrum.
And the champion, Apollo Creed.
And he looks a little more determined this time than he did the last time.
- It's Apollo. - Who'd you expect?
I was hopin' he wouldn't show.
The champ of all time!
Now the champion is climbing into the ring.
Very determined-looking. Very serious right now.
Rocky doesn't look too confident.
Apollo Creed: The master of disaster, the best of all time!
You're goin' down, man. You're goin' down.
Don't let it bother ya, kid.
- Would it bother you? - Yeah.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Philadelphia Spectrum!
This is your main event of the evening:
15 rounds for the heavyweight championship of the world!
In the black corner, the challenger, weighing 202 pounds,
from the great fighting city of Philadelphia.
The Italian Stallion,
Rocky Balboa!
And in the red corner, weighing 220 pounds,
a champion who needs no introduction anywhere in the civilised world,
the true master of disaster,
the undefeated heavyweight champion of the world,
the one, the only...
Apollo Creed!
Referee Lou Filippo will give the instructions.
OK, I'm gonna give you the instructions now, and I expect you to follow 'em.
Watch your low punches and your kidney punches. Watch your rabbit punches.
In case of a knockdown, you go to the corner
...and stay there until I tell you to come out.
OK, boys. Let's have a good fight.
You're goin' down.
Good luck to you.
- He's still upset. - Who cares? Protect that eye.
No matter what happens, don't go back to fightin' southpaw till I tell ya. Get him.
- Good luck. - He'll try to kill you quick.
If you get through this first round, then he's ours. Show him who you are.
Rocky Balboa prays in his corner. The champion dancing over in his.
We're just seconds away from the fight of the century: Superfight II.
And there's the bell.
The champion comes over in a hurry and throws a couple of rights and lefts.
He starts to take command early here. Moves his feet along the side of the ring.
Rocky's holding that right hand. He's fighting right-handed!
The southpaw from Philly is fighting right-handed!
Break that damn jab! Protect that eye!
- Is that all you got? - Break it up there.
You ready to lay down?
A good right hand, another and another thrown by the champion.
Three good right hands at Balboa.
And Balboa coming back out.
A left and a right to the head.
Balboa appears to be getting hit often, but he seems to be in pretty good condition.
A hard right hand thrown by the champion. Another right.
Balboa is in trouble now.
Taking rights and lefts as the champion begins to open up.
- It was a tremendous right hand. - Balboa is down!
Get back.
We see Apollo hit that bad left eye from the first fight.
The eye that was cut the last time. Balboa getting up.
- Go get him, Rocky! - Go after him, kid! Go after him!
And the champion starts to move in again. Going right, left.
He's taking those punches pretty well. And now Balboa is coming right back!
Right out of the ring. Coming out now.
Balboa's tagged. Left and right combinations by the champion.
Another left.
- There's the bell! - There's the end of the round.
There's a lot of bad blood between these two.
Good round.
I can't believe it. He broke my nose again.
Balboa has gotta be in great shape to withstand that butchery.
That's just what it is. It's plain old butchery.
Did the switchin' bother you? You shoulda had him.
You can't be hurt. You follow? You can't be hurt, cos you are too tough.
Don't let up on him. This man is dangerous.
Dangerous? I'm dangerous.
- That guy is crazy. - No. Listen, he's only a man.
You can beat him, because you're a tank.
You're a greasy, fast, 200-pound Italian tank.
- Go through him! Run over him! - I'm a tank. I'm gonna get him.
- This is it, man! - Here we go. Round two.
Round two. The champion comes back out. Starting with a left and left and left.
Left to the chin, left to the head. Coming around now.
He's got that right hand cocked. He's waiting for that precise moment...
There it is! But here comes Balboa!
You can't hurt me. He can't hurt me! No way!
Break it up. Break it up.
Break it up. Break clean.
You're too slow! Man, you're too slow!
Get your cameras ready. Watch this. Watch this. He's goin' down.
Here it comes!
Rocky!
Get up, Rock! Get up!
Balboa for the second time is down. Struggling to get up.
Don't get up. Just stay down there. Just stay down there, chump!
- I told you! - Beautiful!
Protect that eye, kid! Get at it! The body, the body, the body! You're a tank, kid!
I told you! I told you!
And here comes the champion.
Here it is. A left and a right and he's got him back in the corner!
But here comes Balboa again! Where does he get that stamina?
He's got the champion trapped in the corner.
And he's breaking left and right.
Keep it up!
- I'm standing here. - A great second round.
The round is over, but they're taunting each other.
Everybody in the audience better get ready for World War III.
I ain't goin' down no more.
Attaboy! Go get him!
Come on, kid!
The champion again with a combination of lefts and rights to the head.
- That was another round for Creed. - Creed keeps piling up the points, but...
Get him!
Hit him! Just hit him!
Another round for Apollo Creed.
Here comes Balboa again. Lefts and rights to the midsection. And those hurt.
Pound the body!
He's won another round. He now begins to taunt Balboa again.
Get out!
- I'm gonna give that round to Balboa. - You wonder what's on Creed's mind.
He's lost his first round.
Go for it, Rock!
Balboa is on his way.
Hands up! Hands up! Now, just stick and move!
This man is breakin' you up inside! Now, stick and move!
Lightning! Thunder!
Hit him back!
I thought he took a beating ten months ago, Stu, but tonight it's twice as bad!
Another round for the champion, Apollo Creed.
The left eye is closed. Now bust him, understand?
- Stay away from him. - Don't let him breathe! Get him!
Balboa's taking another beating in the corner.
Another round for the champion.
You got him beat on points. You understand?
Stick and move! Don't go for the knockout!
- He's gonna fall. - He's breakin' you up inside!
- How's that eye now? - It works.
- You can't do much more with that. - I know what I'm doin'.
- You get in trouble one more time... - Please don't stop nothin'!
Now, listen, let me stop it.
- You're gettin' killed! - It's my life.
Apollo ahead. All he has to do is stay away and he retains the title.
- Just stick and move. - It ain't gonna be like last time.
- Switch now to southpaw anyway. - No tricks. I ain't switchin'.
- Yeah, but you're fadin' out. - I don't need no tricks.
- I ain't switchin'. - You gotta plan. You gotta switch.
He's ready. Believe me.
Don't go for the knockout. You got him burned!
They come to the centre of the ring for the fifteenth and final round.
- You're goin' down. - No. No way.
Here we go. Let's see what Creed does here now.
Creed has started to move in on Balboa. He's going for the knockout.
The champion comes out jabbing with that left hand.
- The champion is beating Balboa. - Now! Now!
Balboa just nearly floored the champ!
A hook caught the exhausted champ off guard!
Creed doesn't know where he is! It's blind instinct.
Balboa is staggering from exhaustion - but a right to the head of the champion.
Another right, and a left. He's got him into the corner.
Stay away from him!
He's got this thing won if he stays away, but now it is Creed coming back.
- Creed with a left hand. - Go for it!
What's keepin' these two guys up? A tremendous moment.
Now!
Here comes Balboa, but the champion back with another left.
Get away from him!
A right hand! A right hand! It's Creed! Now it's Balboa! Now it's Creed!
What a tremendous fight! They're standing toe to toe.
I don't know why the champion is fighting Balboa's fight.
Go, Rocky! Go for it!
A tremendous left to the head.
A left.
One!
Two!
Creed will retain the title!
If neither gets up, it's a draw, and Creed will win the title automatically!
- Four! - Get up, man!
Get on your feet!
Five!
- Balboa reaches for another! - Get up, Rock!
Six!
- Now the champ is trying to get up! - Seven!
Get up, Rocky!
Eight!
Nine!
The champ is going. And he's down!
Ten!
He made it! Rocky Balboa has shocked the world!
He is the new heavyweight champion of the world!
Ladies and gentlemen,
in a stunning upset, scoring a win by knockout,
the new heavyweight champion of the world...
Yo, Creed.
Good luck.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
I can't believe this is happenin'.
And I just wanna say thanks to Apollo. For fightin' me, Apollo.
I wanna thank Mickey for trainin' me.
- We love you, Rock! - Yeah, and I love youse, too.
Most of all I wanna thank God.
Except for my kid bein' born,
this is the greatest night in the history of my life.
I just wanna say one thing... to my wife who's home.
Yo, Adrian! I did it!
I love you. I love you.
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