We take you to quarters now.
When does the sun come up?
This is detrimental to my sinuses.
Weather changes hour to hour. Get used to it.
Get in car now. We have very long trip.
- He sounds like Dracula's cousin. - Come on, Paulie.
Like you requested, yes?
- You requested this dumb location? - Yeah.
Why? You planning to grow reindeer or something?
I just wanted to get away from things.
The equipment you requested is in barn.
- Who are they? - "They"?
They are assigned to you.
Official chaperones. Where you go, they go.
I have a bad dream here.
It's okay.
This is below human standards.
There's no antennas. You have to complain.
We'll crack out here.
You have everything I have been instructed to provide.
We are finished, yes?
No sparring?
I don't think I need it anymore.
No sparring? No TV? Nothing?
How the heck is he supposed to train around here?
No TV. What about the Rose Bowl game?
No room service, I bet.
I hope they got my comics here.
What a depressing vacation.
Goddamn.
Checkmate, friend.
- Yeah? - Champ, can I come up?
Sure.
- How you doing? - Pretty good.
Some kind of weather we're having.
It's pretty rough.
But for what you have to do it's good.
- Toughen you up. - I guess so.
You'll have to do almost everything alone, but I'll be with you.
Yeah, I know.
Apollo was like my son.
I raised him.
When he died, part of me died.
But now you're the one.
You're the one that's going to keep his spirit alive.
You're the one that's going to make sure he didn't die for nothing.
You'll have to go through hell...
worse than any nightmare you ever dreamed.
But in the end...
I know you'll be the one standing.
I'll try.
You know what you have to do.
Do it.
Thanks, Duke.
I couldn't stay away any more.
I missed you.
I'm with you no matter what.
"No matter what"?
No pain.
Push it up.
Come on.
Hello, everybody, and Merry Christmas...
from a very unusual place.
We're in Moscow in the Soviet Union.
I'm Barry Tompkins along with Al Bandiero.
This promises to be the most-watched event in boxing history.
The iron horse from America, Rocky Balboa--
Since that tragedy in Las Vegas and the death of Apollo Creed...
Drago has been nicknamed Death From Above.
The General Secretary of the Soviet and other members of the Politburo...
have made their way to their seats high above the ring here in Moscow.
I know you're busy just now...
but I want to tell you some things I never told you.
I know sometimes I act stupid and say stupid things.
But you kept me around when others would have said, "Drop that bum."
You give me respect.
It's hard for me to say these things because that ain't my way...
but if I could just be someone else, I'd want to be you.
You're all heart.
Thanks.
Now blast this guy's teeth out!
I'll try.
One of the fighters is starting to make his way toward the ring.
- Listen to this crowd! - This borders on pure hatred.
Rocky's face absolutely like stone.
He is the picture of concentration.
The booing crowd here does not seem to bother him one bit.
The champ has a look tonight that can burn through lead.
The booing crowd has absolutely no effect on the man.
His concentration seems to be like stone.
That's my dad.
- We know. - We're not nerds.
Listen to this crowd. It sounds insane.
Now the entrance of the Russian national champion...
Ivan Drago, a man with an entire country in his corner.
Look at the expression on the face of Ivan Drago.
He seems impervious to the madness of the crowd.
He's like a volcano just waiting to erupt.
The Russian champion is amazingly cool as he acknowledges his premier.
I'd like to point out again, this is a non-sanctioned fight.
This is not for the title.
The American boxing commission has not sanctioned this bout.
Ladies and gentlemen--
It's unbelievable. I've never seen such a hostile crowd.
It's an unbelievable sight to see.
They're toe-to-toe.
The Russian towers above the American. It's a true case of David and Goliath.
The condition of both men is unbelievable.
I must break you.
Remember what I said back there about wanting to be you?
Yeah.
Forget it.
Thanks.
Take it straight to him and be a rock for me. Understand?
Be strong!
All right? Take it to him. No pain.
Do it!
There's the opening round bell. Balboa comes into the center of the ring.
The Russian way back into Balboa's corner now.
- Get out of there! - Let's go!
Balboa gets out of the corner.
Once more, it's Drago backing up Rocky with a jab.
Balboa is not staying on balance because of the Russian's long jab.
Brace yourself!
Hands up!
- Charge him! - Now!
He can't seem to touch the Russian!
Rocky pounding away at the midsection of the Russian!
- He hit him with everything he's got! - Drago just smiled at him.
- Keep chopping away! - Chop him down!
Rocky Balboa is in serious trouble!
They might have to stop this one before somebody gets killed.
Break his rhythm!
Rocky's hurt. He woke the sleeping giant.
Now he's paying the price. A solid hand from Drago...
sends Rocky Balboa 15feet across the ring!
And the champ is down!
Come on, get up!
Drago continuing to punish Rocky Balboa!
He just will not let him out of that corner!
Rocky Balboa is just trying to get through this first round.
The Russian just threw Balboa into his own corner like a rag doll.
A tough first three minutes for Rocky.
He's not only fighting what appears to be an invincible opponent...
he's also fighting a very hostile crowd.
The Russian Premier and most of the Politburo are looking on.
- What's happening out there? - He's winning.
I see three of him out there.
- Get the one in the middle. - Right, hit the one in the middle.
Take his heart. If you hurt him, you'll take his heart.
- No pain. - Take his heart.
Keep working!
There's the bell for round two. It's been a one-sided fight so far.
It will take more than luck for Rocky to survive this round.
- Rocky's been hit with bombs. - Slip and hook!
Balboa trying to stay...
in the middle of the ring against the big Russian.
Move the head!
Stay with him!
Balboa goes down again! Bounces right back up!
He's getting killed!
Rocky Balboa has taken Ivan Drago's best punches so far.
He's cut and bleeding, but he's on his feet and on the run.
- He's cut! - The Russian's cut! It's a bad cut!
Now it's Rocky Balboa coming after Ivan Drago!
Incredible! Get him!
- Balboa throwing punches-- - Yes!
The Russian wants to go on! He grabs Balboa by the throat!
Balboa picks up the Russian and throws him to the ground like a wrestler!
It's a gutter war! No hold sbarred in Moscow!
Rocky maybe on the receiving end so far, but he's here to fight.
This is shaping up to be a personal war.
Right now, it's anybody's boxing match.
You're doing good. I couldn't do better myself.
Thanks.
- You got him hurt bad. - Yeah?
Now he's worried. You cut him!
You hurt him!
You see? He's not a machine! He's a man!
You want it more than he does!
No pain!
Take it to him!
Get up!
A big right hand by Rocky Balboa!
You're doing great. You've come a long way.
- Charge him! - Now!
Punch him!
Come on!
A few cheer snow for Balboa. Suddenly Moscow is pro Rocky!
No pain.
Keep taking it to him.
-Al, this place is ready to explode. - Lethal punch after punch!
-Amazing willpower! - Neither man backing off.
Rocky Balboa's determination is actually winning over the once-hostile crowd.
- This is incredible. - What round is it?
Fifteenth. One more round.
There's no stopping us now. This is our round.
No stopping now! You start, and you don't stop!
All your strength! All your power! All your love!
Everything you've got!
To win, you have to knock him out! Punch till you can't punch no more!
- This is your whole life here! - Knock him out.
Do it now!
There's the bell. The war is on.
This is the last round.
To the end.
Which one of these fighters will be standing at the end of this round?
Drago snaps out a stiff jab, and another.
Go on.
Rocky taking punishment, trying to get inside!
He's completely exhausted.
What are you waiting for?
Hit him!
Come on, fight!
Balboa is chopping the Russian down!
Drago's hard right hand stuns Rocky Balboa.
Don't go down!
Forget technique. Forget strategy.
This is just a street fight.
It's a question of who wants it most.
- What is he doing? - He's winning!
To the body!
Rocky, knock his head off!
Finish him!
You're gonna do it!
Six!
Rocky Balboa has done the impossible...
and these people love it!
It is absolute pandemonium!
More than ever, Rocky has proven himself a true champion!
Thank you.
I came here tonight...
and I didn't know what to expect.
I've seen a lot of people hating me...
and I didn't know...
what to feel about that, so...
I guess I didn't like you much either.
During this fight...
I seen a lot of changing:
the way you felt about me...
and the way I felt about you.
In here...
there were two guys...
killing each other.
But I guess that's better than 20 million.
What I'm trying to say is...
if I can change...
and you can change...
everybody can change!
I just want to say one thing to my kid...
who should be home sleeping.
Merry Christmas, kid!
I love you!