Fat City
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 96 min
- 763 Views
Hey, kid.
Want to spar?
You a pro?
I used to be.
I'm a little out of shape now.
Come on. I won't hit you hard.
Maybe we can just fool around.
I'll teach you a few things.
You'd better put this on.
You look good.
Ready?
Bong.
You all right?
Good.
Hold it.
- You all right?
- Yeah, I pulled a muscle.
You okay?
I should have warmed up better.
I haven't fought
in a year and a half.
What's your name?
- Ernie Munger.
- How many bouts you had?
- None.
- You've never been in the ring?
No. I just came to the Y
to fool around a little.
- How old are you?
- Eighteen.
- You've never been in the ring?
- No.
Well...
I think you've got it, kid.
I ought to know
what I'm talking about.
There was a time
They'd try, but I wouldn't be there.
- You ought to start fighting.
- No, I just come to fool around.
Listen...
don't waste your good years.
You know, you ought to go over
to the Lido Gym...
and see my manager, Ruben Luna.
Tell him I sent you... Billy Tully.
- I saw you fight once.
- Yeah?
- Did I win?
- No.
Don't you ever go home?
I just got here.
What's keeping him?
He can see we're sitting here.
- Can't you get him to serve us?
- Just take it easy. He'll be here.
You spineless son of a b*tch.
You'd take anybody against me.
I want a cream sherry.
Earl and me got something
very wonderful together.
I love that man more than
any man's got a right to be loved.
If he left me, I couldn't make it.
I couldn't live without him.
Do you think he'd even raise his voice
and get me a drink? No.
He'll just sit there
and let them ignore us.
- Here he comes.
- Yeah, no thanks to you.
Two sherries.
I pulled a muscle.
I make up my mind
to go back into training...
I pull a muscle.
Earl, this guy's a fighter.
- Oh, yeah?
- Aw, Christ.
Why did I even mention it?
What do you know about it anyway?
- Not much.
- That's what I mean.
Sorry to bother you.
Why'd I open my mouth?
I apologize.
What do you want? I said I was sorry.
What more can I say?
- I hear you, baby.
- Jesus, you sure don't act like it.
I was sparring...
with this young kid.
He's a good prospect. He'd make a lot of
money someday if he was handled right.
A natural athlete.
What's his name?
You wouldn't know who he was
if he did tell you.
- Just asking.
- He's got to know everything.
Aw. Now he's mad.
He's not gonna talk.
He buts in, then he shuts up.
- I want to hear this. Go ahead.
- That's it.
Nothing more to hear.
That is all.
The kid is a natural...
and they come along
about one in a million.
He's so goddamned sour.
I don't see why
I can't have a little fun.
a right to live his own life.
So screw everybody.
I want to say something.
I want to make a toast here
to this gentleman.
I'll make it short...
just a few words.
Here's to your health.
God bless you and keep you
in all your battles.
What is it?
Oh, for Christ sakes.
What do you want?
- Can't I even talk to anybody?
- I'm not stopping you.
No. No, you're not stopping me.
You just sit with your face shut
until the minute I start having fun.
I'm sick of your bellyaching.
Is it my fault you can't fit in?
Why can't you mind
your own business?
And that goes for the rest of you.
Oh, to hell with you.
Want to fight, kid?
- What's your weight?
- 175.
Yeah, you've got a very good reach.
Looking for a manager?
Yeah, I'm looking for Ruben Luna.
Thanks.
I'm Luna.
You want to see me?
I thought I'd work out a little bit.
See what you think.
- Billy Tully told me to come by.
- You know Billy?
You got your stuff in there?
Get into your trunks.
- What's Billy doing these days?
- He didn't say.
I only met him once, at the Y.
Just sparred a little.
How did you do with him? All right?
You must have done all right.
Why was he at the Y instead of the Lido?
his face around here.
He was in about a year ago.
Said he wanted to start fighting again.
Trained for three days, borrowed $20,
I haven't seen him since.
Look what Felix Castillo done to me.
You know how much money I gave that guy?
I used to give him $2, $3
nearly every damn day.
It was movies, movies,
every damn day.
Tully didn't know how to punch
when he first came to me.
I put him on his way to the top.
He was the best fighter I ever handled.
He was tough and had heart.
But you can't watch a guy
24 hours a day.
He married some broad, and she undid
all the good I did for him.
And she destroyed his peace of mind.
He started losing, so she ran off.
- Come on, kid. You all set?
- Time!
I'm not rushing you.
I don't want you to think that.
I just want to get a good look at you.
Wes.
Sorry.
Time!
You're okay.
Easy. It's okay.
All, right, now...
You step in with that jab, right?
His head goes back.
Hit him again.
Okay, again.
Hit him with the right!
Okay. All right.
That's it.
Feint him.
Make your openings.
You make your openings,
then bing, bing, bing!
- Understand what I mean?
- Yeah.
Okay.
There you go.
A white kid came in today
that might shape up into something.
That's good.
He's got a great reach
and a good pair of legs.
And he's white, you know?
Real clean, good-looking kid.
I've got nothing against coloreds,
there's just too many in the game.
Anglos don't want to pay
to see two colored guys fight.
They want to see a white guy fight.
This kid could develop.
Oh, you ought to see the reach on him.
And he's tall, you know?
If he put on some weight, he could turn
into a good-looking white heavyweight.
Oh, he could draw crowds someday...
if he ever learned how to fight.
Well, maybe he can
if he just listened to me...
and let me put
everything I know into him.
Sweetheart, you awake?
Who wants to go to work?
Onion toppers, 20 cents a box.
Tomatoes, 60 cents a box.
Tomatoes, over here.
Let's pick those cucumbers!
Twenty cents a box!
Who wants to go to work?
Let's go pick those melons.
Who wants to go to work?
Onion toppers, 20 cents a sack.
Melons. Come on,
let's go pick those melons.
Cucumbers, 20 cents a box!
How much per sack?
If a man wants to work,
he could make $15, $20 a day.
- How much per sack?
- Twenty cents.
Go on up.
Onion toppers over here.
Young feller like you
ought to have a proper job.
I had a job.
I just got fired.
What was it?
Maybe I can get it.
Fry cook.
Oh, I can't cook.
I can't either.
Worked my ass for eight bucks yesterday.
Good God. Here I am in this bus again.
You made eight bucks?
Heck, you make more than I did.
I worked like hell yesterday.
After they made the deductions,
I only had five bucks left.
It's sure tough to make
a buck these days.
Now, keep that head moving.
All the time, move it, move it.
- I bought Ernie an amateur license.
- Great. You'll be out five bucks.
No, he won't quit.
Guess what happened.
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