Gladiator

Who said you could shoot?

I don't want your whiteness

shoving through my hoops!

Punk-ass, keep walking!

Look at them boots he's wearing, man.

He's a stupid-ass. Sh*t.

And f*** you too, Lincoln.

Talk about a punk.

Let's get the game started back up.

- He started it.

- You started it.

I'm gonna slick your sister.

All right, what's going on here?

He started it.

- He's cute.

- We got a new kid.

You in my seat, boy.

You in my seat now.

Is this seat taken?

- Guess what?

- I'm in your seat?

How did you know that?

- Did I say something?

- Yeah, you said something.

Get out of my seat, snowface.

I don't think that I can do that.

You don't think you can do that?

I've grown real attached to this seat.

In fact, I think we're

gonna be going steady.

That's funny.

You're a comedian?

Leroy, take off that hat and sit down.

Sit down or leave my class.

I'll catch you on the greasy side.

Billy, would you please

distribute these?

Now.

Before you ladies get pregnant...

...and you gentlemen

murder one another...

...you'll learn the joy of reading.

This way, you have something to do

in your ninth month...

...or in your jail cell.

The short fiction of Mark Twain.

Can anyone tell me what novels

Mark Twain wrote?

- Belinda?

- Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

Yes. The Adventures of...

American classics.

And who knows Mark Twain's real name?

- Dawn.

- Samuel Clemens.

Very good.

Yes, Leroy.

Why did he use another name?

Why do you think?

He wanted by the law.

No, it's a pseudonym. A made-up name.

I got a pseudonym too.

Spits.

That's a nickname. It has a meaning.

And I hesitate to think

how you got it.

A pseudonym usually has no meaning...

...but this is an exception.

Can anyone tell me what

"Mark Twain" means?

I thought not.

It's an expression used by

riverboat captains on the Mississippi.

It's to tell how deep the river was.

Go, yo scholar.

Settle down.

And who are you?

It's on your desk, ma'am.

"Transfer. Tommy Riley. "

Well, Mr. Riley...

...welcome to paradise.

Hey, hombre.

- Got an extra smoke?

- Yeah, sure.

Appreciate that, I do.

Listen, how about one

for after school?

Want one for your girlfriend?

I never refuse. Never refuse.

How about your mom and dad?

You okay. I'll pay you back tomorrow.

Amigo, you carry a weapon?

Well, he don't look like much.

He not much.

He's just a funny boy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

You funny, boy?

Come on.

Make me laugh.

I don't want any trouble.

That's too bad, funny boy.

See, trouble be my middle name.

Trouble be his pseudonym.

Well, well, well.

Abraham Lincoln!

Thought you was thrown out of school.

This is public property.

I got business to conduct.

See how my Storm Troopers are faring.

How are your Avenging Angels?

Close to God, my brother.

Awful close to the wrath of God.

I owe you, Lincoln.

I owe you what you did to Jerome.

Anytime, nigga. Anyplace.

Well, then.

Hello, time.

Hello, place.

Jerome used a razor too. All you

Storm Troopers hide behind a razor?

Step in the ring with me. Fight

like a man.

You gonna bleed either way, partner!

You gonna miss!

Break it up!

Don't you drop me! You better

not drop me! I'm gonna kill somebody!

I'll kill somebody!

I feel for you, boy!

Yeah, well, I'll be

at your mama's house!

Come on.

Hey, kid. Your name Riley?

Your pops is John Riley?

What about it?

We're friends of Big John's.

- Yeah, bowling buddies.

- Can we come in?

Right.

We were supposed to rendezvous

with Big John over in Bridgeport.

Yesterday. But guess what?

Somebody flew the coop.

Sharkey got discombobulated.

We had to cop the forwarding

address off the postman.

Nice.

It's last week's, due yesterday.

And this week's installment.

Due today.

You be sure and show pops my message.

I'll show him.

- Hi.

- Hey.

What are you doing here?

Could I get a cup of coffee?

Don't bullshit me about Murphy's Law.

If I run into Murphy,

I'll kick him in the balls.

Detached retina.

What am I, an eye doctor?

He's ducking the fight.

That's what he's doing.

I'll come right over.

I'll see it for myself. Right.

Let's go.

A**holes.

I don't know why someone would live

somewheres else, then move here.

Neither do I, but it does happen.

No food?

I'm a little short.

I'll just take the coffee.

You're not interested in a job,

are you?

Yeah, I could use one.

Well, it's not much.

It's the dishwasher.

He didn't show up.

I'm not proud.

I'll ask my mom.

That's free. Next dish will cost you

a buck and a half.

- Glasses, 75. Cups are a dollar.

- Yes, ma'am.

You can empty the garbage now.

Take a five-minute break.

Went outside.

Goddamn, man! Ain't he cute?

He's beautiful, man.

Throw a couple of earrings

on his ear...

...bits of rouge on the cheeks...

...he'll have the white boys

chasing after him.

- I got no quarrel with you.

- I'm sure you don't.

You lose your dress?

Come on. Let's have it.

My brother's 5 years old.

He doesn't fall for this jack!

Come on. Taste the real.

- What the f*** is going on?

- He hurt my boys.

You're fighting.

What if you get hurt?

- No way he's gonna hurt me.

- Mr. Horn has got money bet on you.

He finds out you're street fighting,

you're off the circuit.

Look. Shortcut fighting, Mr. Jack.

You see, that's what I do, boy.

I fight.

This ain't over, punk!

Hey!

How come I haven't seen you

around here before?

Nobody's asking you to win!

Just get into the goddamn

ring with him!

You run out on this, keep on running.

Horn's gonna be chomping on your ass.

Same to you, dick-breath.

F*** you too!

Excuse me. Let me ask you something.

Can I join you?

It's a free country.

Would that were true, kid.

Would that were true.

The name is Jack. Pappy Jack.

And I can be the best goddamn pappy

you ever had.

I already got one.

Yeah. You threw

a hell of a punch out there.

Tell me. You fight? Box?

Golden Gloves. Over in Bridgeport.

Did you win?

Yeah. It was like five, six bouts.

You want something else?

Apple pie?

- Oh, no. Maybe later.

- How about you?

A little privacy, please.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

We have these amateur bouts

every Friday night.

Some smokers, nothing special...

...but there's a lot

of bucks involved.

You fight a few rounds,

I'll make it worth your while.

How much?

Oh, now we're talking.

Now we're doing business.

Seven hundred and fifty bucks.

You'd pay me $750

to fight tomorrow night?

What is there, a f***ing echo in here?

Who do I fight?

A guy named Black Death.

But don't worry.

He's not a fatal disease in any way.

You got the antidote.

There's a lot of tough kids

around here.

You have the right...

...complexion.

Lost my white kid.

My back's on the wall.

- No, thanks.

- No, thanks?

How many dishes do you

have to wash for 750 bucks?

- About 30,528.

- Thirty thousand five...

So what are you, an idiot?

I need 1250 bucks.

You negotiating with me?

That's what I need

to clear up a few debts.

I don't wanna hear any stories.

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