Hands of Stone Page #4

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FA:

RAY:
Wow.

He's lightning fast, this guy.

DURAN:
He's imitating Ali.

Punches like a girl.

Yeah, but he could run

away from you all night

and score dozens of points

with these punches.

He's jumping all over

the place. Look at him.

I mean, it's like, uh,

he's a different kind

of animal.

You gotta work on your speed.

Man, if you love him so much,

why don't you go train him?

I don't love him,

I respect him.

And you should do yourself

a favor and respect him, too.

- Look at him.

- No, but go, Ray,

go and massage the shoulders

you love so much.

- Oh, come on, stop it, come on.

- Huh? So now am I slow?

- I don't know, whatever,

stop it. -Now am I slow?

- No, go and massage

his shoulders. -I... you're...

- Go with your gringo, Ray.

- Oh...

Maybe you've been

training him already.

I don't know

where you go at night.

You, you've gotta be

kidding me. Roberto!

- Huh? No? -Come on, stop it.

Shut up. Grow up.

Not everything

revolves around you.

I have responsibilities.

Come on, look at this...

They must know that-that-that

I won't be able to beat...

to-to-to-to beat him.

I will beat him, you know?

I will beat him

because I'm a good boxer.

- And you know what? -Strategize

right now and sit down.

I will make him

fight like a man.

- Sit down so we can discuss

everything. -I'm done looking.

No go.

I will beat him.

With my strategy.

If you leave,

I'm packing my bags. I'm going.

- Leave.

- You leave, I'll leave.

- Be my guest.

- Ah...

(Durn speaks Spanish)

Goddamn schmendrick.

Goddamn you,

f***ing schmendrick.

(door squeaks, closes)

LEONARD:
And you tell your

father, root for me, okay?

Too cute.

(laughter)

Isn't that Durn?

Uh... yeah.

You know he was here?

Manos de Piedra!

Look at the rich kid.

He's a real fighter?

- Or a clown?

- WILFRED:
Hey.

Respect, Durn. He's with his wife.

What, this son of a b*tch here?

- Or are you talking

about the whore? -Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, you show

some respect, man.

You talking to me,

you piece of sh*t?

DURAN:

You know what you are?

Take that machismo bullshit

out of here.

All I see is

a golden spoon child

who thinks he can fight a man.

You can fight a man?

- Hey, shut up.

- You can fight a man?

ANGELO:

Let's get out of here, Ray.

- Come on.

- DURAN:
You're a p*ssy, man.

You're a clown. All you do

is dance and jump around.

Jump around and sell soda.

He's gonna whip your ass.

- DURAN:
You shut up, too,

b*tch. -Oh, f*** you!

I'm gonna f*** your husband

in the ring

and when I'm done

with him, I'm gonna go

-and f*** you all night, baby.

- Oh, you...!

Gonna f*** them here, huh?

- What is wrong with you?

-(grunting)

(shouting indistinctly)

ANGELO:
You wash your mouth

before you talk to a woman!

Right now, right now,

motherf***er.

(cheering)

I come all the way, all the way

from Panama to fight a man.

And all they give me is

a pretty boy. What the f***?

And you see,

and you see his, um,

his diet cola commercial?

And he calls himself "Sugar"

-and he's selling you

sugar-free sh*t. -(laughter)

Or-or maybe, maybe that's what

we're gonna have.

A sugar-free fight.

(exclaiming)

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah!

I'm sorry, okay?

Sorry's not good enough.

How could you do that?

Insult a woman like that?

What's the matter with you?

Well, my country

felt insulted by yours.

And not only women.

Children.

What does your country

have to do

with the way

you talked to that woman?

The way you behaved?

You know how... you know how

it is to be hungry?

And I don't say,

"hungry" hungry.

To be hungry

that you have to go to...

to-to the garbage for food?

While the American army

is exploiting your country?

You know how it feels?

What does that have to do

with what you just did?

What are you...

what are you doing?

- Well, it has to do...

- You know, you want to be,

you want to be,

you want to be a warrior,

you want to avenge your people,

fine by me.

Avenge your people.

Be a warrior.

But real warriors

do not do what you did.

They don't mess with women

the way you just did.

And if you want me

in your corner,

you cannot do that again.

Well, well, okay,

okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

But I'm not gonna say

I'm sorry to him.

I say I'm sorry to you,

but I'm not gonna say

I'm sorry to him.

Let's forget it.

What's done is done.

Are you mad?

And let's just...

focus on the fight.

This anger you feel,

I understand that.

You don't want to become

a victim of your own mind game.

It's all in the head.

Robert.

Why are you here?

Huh?

If Ray finds out you are dead.

I can't sleep.

What's wrong?

I don't want to disappoint tomorrow.

Dad!

Hey!

My babies! Good morning!

Kisses for Daddy.

Can't wait to see you kill that coward!

Don't say that!

But Dad said it on TV.

It's my job to say those things.

So you're not gonna kill him?

Of course, I'm gonna kill that son of a b*tch.

It's all a show.

He says that so the fight is more fun.

Come get dressed.

(muttering)

(cheering fades in)

HOWARD COSELL:
Durn has turned

into the audience favorite

after a menacing training

process in town.

He has been so aggressive.

The referee tonight is Carlos

Padilla, who gloriously oversaw

the Thrilla in Manila

between Frazier and Ali.

You have to let them fight,

otherwise you're gonna see

two guys running all night.

To your corner.

To your corner.

Biggest ring I ever saw.

ANNOUNCER:

Sugar Ray Leonard!

-(booing)

- COSELL:
The crowd

-is booing the champ,

ladies and gents... -Booing?

...in what must be

startling for Leonard,

who, in this very stadium

surprised the planet

by winning Olympic gold.

It's a wonderful day.

(booing continues)

JUANITA:

That's okay, baby!

It's your night tonight!

(booing continues)

You're dead meat, Durn!

- JUANITA:
That's right.

- You're nothing.

F***in' Cholo!

JUANITA:
Yeah.

Keep him close to your body.

Don't chase the lady.

Let her come to you.

Don't let her run.

Rather lose than run.

Look at him.

ANNOUNCER:

...15 rounds of boxing...

Strategy.

ANNOUNCER:

Presented by the promoter...

(announcer speaking Spanish)

COSELL:
This Canadian crowd

has embraced

the underdog Roberto Duran.

ANNOUNCER 2:

Speculation has been rampant

over whether Leonard will turn

this into a street fight

or go back to the boxing

which brought him here.

-(bell clangs)

- Leonard and Durn!

(cheering)

Durn getting inside

the jab of Leonard.

At him!

Keep him on the ropes! At him!

ANNOUNCER 2:
Two fighters

at the top of their game.

Jab! Jab! Jab!

Stay on him! Stay on him!

Get out of there,

get out of there!

(grunting)

(crowd cheering)

- Break it up. -ANNOUNCER 2:

That's not Leonard.

Leonard is short punches,

not wide ones.

Break it up.

(bell clanging)

COSELL:

The normally elusive Leonard

is staying flat-footed.

He wants to trade with Durn

and not back down.

He wants to prove he's a man.

Let him feel he's resisting.

Keep him hoping until he's

inspired and then kill him.

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