Girlfight Page #3

Why did he have to say that?

Ignore him. Here.

How's it workin' with her?

Gotta pay the bills.

When you get that desperate,

borrow from me.

Hey, Frankie, let's put in

some quality time.

- Sorry.

- Come on!

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry.

Look at him.

Okay.

Whey you throw your jab...

Spit.

Rush him with some of the combinations

we been working on, okay?

It's like I forgot everything

you've been teaching me.

Stop thinking so much.

You're doin' good.

You've been working hard.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Guess so?

Cal's got you conditioned

real good.

Thanks.

I'll be seeing you, Hector.

- How you gettin' home?

- The 61. I'm in Red Hook.

I'm driving that way.

I don't mind the bus.

This place is deserted at night.

- I'll be fine.

- It's okay. No trouble.

I'm just in Gowanus.

The "F" and the "G"

are my nightmare trains.

"G" is the worst.

No wonder people

move out of Queens.

You're lucky you have wheels.

Lucky's winning the lottery.

My old man, he's a mechanic.

He has me running all around Brooklyn,

running errands for this ride.

Always gotta be thinking "expansion."

Anyway, you in high school?

Yeah, my last year, I hope.

You still in school?

- Am I immature or somethin'?

- No, I just thought...

I'm just playing with you.

I graduated last year.

- My only achievement in life.

- Yeah, right.

It's true.

My mom cried when I got my diploma.

That's nice.

You gotta tell me where to turn.

We can stop right here.

- Right over here?

- Yeah.

You live in a project?

All my life.

Canales Community Houses.

What floor you on?

The 11 th.

- You're up there.

- Yeah.

Thanks for the ride.

I'll be seeing you.

What?

- You're late.

- I was hanging out with Marisol.

- Thank your brother for dinner.

- Thanks, bro.

And do me a favor.

After you eat, take a shower.

You smell.

I think I will.

You looked all right in there

with Ray today.

It's more tiring than it looks, huh?

What's he after anyway?

Making me fight.

I just want to make him happy.

Lots of luck to you.

How can the history of the world

be so f***ing boring?

And all those people are dead too.

You still holding a grudge against me

because of that Veronica thing?

- If you are, I gotta tell you...

- You were holding a grudge against me.

I was pissed at you

for stirring up sh*t.

I guess I was an idiot.

Shouldn't tell you who to hang out with,

even if your friends are lame.

I wanna hang out with you,

but you never wanna hang out with me.

Seems like you

always got places to go.

You gonna deny

something's goin' on?

- You're gonna laugh at me.

- What?

You're gonna think

I'm full of sh*t.

- Is it a guy?

- No.

- Is he at P.S. 20?

- No, it's not a guy.

Then what?

I'm training to be a boxer.

Oh, be serious!

I am serious.

I'm training with Hector Soto at the

Brooklyn Athletic Club on Front Street.

You mean, like pow-wow-wow?

Oh, that's cool.

You get hit?

- In the face?

- It happens.

You fight guys?

That's all there is right now.

You got guys

hitting you in the face?

You don't understand, Marisol.

It's like you're all you've got.

You're all alone in there,

you know?

I can't explain it exactly.

You are crazy.

My crazy friend.

It's fun, that's all.

Doesn't sound like fun to me.

Well, there is this one guy.

I knew it. Name.

Adrian.

Adrian?

What kind of girly name is that?

Hey, hundred percent man,

if you know what I mean?

And?

And what?

- How do you know about this percentage?

- Guesswork, Marisol.

How come everything's

gotta be a romance with you?

I live for that sh*t.

What can I say?

Good evening,

ladies and gentlemen.

We'll give you the formal introductions,

if you don't mind.

We'll give you the formal introductions,

if you don't mind.

Will all the boxers

kindly turn in their passports?

Will all boxers turn in

their passports...

over here at ringside?

Piece of work, right?

Who is he?

Some hotshot promoter.

Always got new flesh to peddle.

- Come sit with us.

- No, thanks. I got my chair over there.

Thanks anyway.

Don't feel social?

I understand.

Two, three, four, five.

Break. Break.

So you're becoming a serious fan?

- I liked that guy Lopez.

- Yeah.

Garcia came back strong tonight.

If my payday was as sweet as his,

I'd come out fighting too.

I bet you would.

You think we could go get

something to eat? I'm starved.

I can't.

Got a date with my wife tonight.

I'll have a bacon cheeseburger.

Make it a deluxe with extra bacon.

Rare.

What? I said I was hungry.

And for you?

A cup of soup, a garden salad

with Italian dressing on the side.

That's all.

- What kind of dinner is that?

- Trying to stay at my weight.

Got a lot of speedy fighters

in my division.

- You compete?

- Yeah.

You like it?

Sure. Keeps me out of trouble.

You a delinquent?

Not anymore.

- How come you train with Hector?

- You mean, like, at all?

- Yeah.

- Because I want to.

- Aren't you afraid of gettin' hurt?

- What, are you're not?

No, it's just...

It's a dangerous sport.

I didn't make the cheerleading team.

How long you train for?

Almost a year. Cal's got

a whole plan mapped out for me.

I might be lined up with Ray

in the next amateur heat.

- Your favorite guy.

- I hope you cream that a**hole.

He's not that bad.

Yeah, just another harmless prick.

You two are friends?

I feel like I should lie

and say no.

Don't lie.

We grew up

in the same neighborhood.

Yeah, he's cuckoo, he's f***ed up.

You know, he's harmless.

Not everybody's blessed

with brains and talent.

So how come you didn't sit next

to Hector like he asked you to?

'Cause I didn't feel like it.

He thinks you're a good fighter.

Hector got me started.

Yeah? How come you still

don't train with him?

Because I'd be 50 before

I got a pro fight with Hector.

What's the sense in doing this

if I'm not gonna make any money, right?

I can't work for my father forever.

My little brother, right out of school,

he enlists in the marines.

No, thank you.

Besides, I don't think Hector

believed in me.

You wanna see

where my mom was born?

Right there, 37 years ago.

You didn't have to walk me home.

I don't mind.

I mean, I can take care of myself,

you know.

I know.

I wanted to.

So what's it like in Gowanus?

In places like this,

no one matters.

No one and nothing.

That's not gonna be my life, man.

I'm gonna turn pro,

and I'm gonna move far away from here.

Someplace where I'm not gonna

get killed doing my laundry.

Right. Or raped

in your own f***ing stairway.

Shot for a pair of shoes.

That girl who's been at the gym,

all dolled up, watching you spar...

Is she your girlfriend now?

Karina?

Sometimes.

Oh, so she's

your sometimes girlfriend.

You know,

it's cool between us.

She's pretty.

Yeah, she is.

She's sweet on me, but it's like

I don't have time to...

- Be a Romeo?

- Yeah.

Half the time...

I get a feeling that she only likes me

'cause I wanna go pro.

You being exploited?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes