Homeboy Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 116 min
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See what I mean?
Use your head.
Left, jab.
Jab.
Slip over here.
Slip.
Roll. Atta boy.
Come on.
Keep up.
Keep them high.
F***!
Come on.
Slow. Being slow.
Being slow.
Don't push him off.
Punch him off.
Don't push him.
Punch him.
Get off, get off.
Don't wait.
Don't wait for him to stop.
Bring 'em up.
Come on, baby.
Drop down.
Bring that shot up.
Not too hard.
Don't work too hard, baby.
This is a sparring session.
Three people?
What, three other girls?
But you're the number one girl, right?
I'll bet you are. No?
Hey, John.
Hey, Wesley.
How are you doing?
John... Yo, we got a problem.
Friday is a Jew holiday.
I forgot.
They're a having a short week.
We got to do this...
Them bars on Thursday.
Before they close up.
Yo, Wesley, man.
I can't, man.
I'm fighting on Thursday.
What are you talking about?
It's all planned.
Ho-ho, don't do this to me.
I need you to be there, John.
Be there for me.
I need you.
Man, I can't.
You can't? Hey.
Let me tell you what you
can't do, Johnny Walker.
You can't fight no more.
That's what the doctor told me.
He said there's something wrong with you,
inside your head.
He said the next time
you get hit in the head,
you could die.
That's what the doctor said.
Hey, John, we're in this
together, you know.
I don't want to see
nothing happen to you.
I care about you.
I'm counting on you.
Hey, Wesley.
Hey, man, let's go.
What's wrong?
Son, what's wrong?
Hey, Bill, thanks, man.
You know, I...
sure wish I...
would have run into you a long time ago.
Maybe things could have worked out.
You could have made me good, man.
Hey, Bill.
Bill.
Hey, Bill, man, you think
I could have been good?
Okay, fellows,
you received your instructions
in the dressing room.
Johnny, you have any
questions at this time?
No.
How about you, Sonny? No.
Okay, shake hands now.
Come out fighting at the bell.
Take your corner.
All right, seconds out.
Come on, let's see some action!
Where you been?
Waiting for Johnny.
He didn't show up.
He didn't? F***!
We're going to be late.
Look... I think we should call it off?
It's all set up.
I'm not calling it off.
Did you get the other car?
Yeah.
We'll do it without him.
Okay, man.
Whatever you say.
Get ready.
All right, let's break!
Time!
Look at the sneer on Cotten's face,
as if he was saying,
"You have to be kidding me."
I'm sure Walker doesn't think
he's been kidding.
Johnny didn't look like a
movie star before the fight,
and right now he looks like he's
been through a paper shredder.
- Neither Cotten nor Walker...
- Here you go.
Thanks. I gave that
round to Sonny Cotten.
He's been purposeful tonight...
You can knock this guy out.
He ain't got no heart.
He's dog in it.
He's locked up.
Don't quit now.
You hear me?
All right, let's do it.
- Suck it up.
- All right, Johnny?
Let's go.
Come on!
There goes a jab that just shook.
Cotten counters with a right...
Cotten is slow, A little waste of motion.
If you'll excuse the expression,
but Johnny Walker is very red right now.
Would you like anything else?
You got a washroom?
Yeah, it's in the back.
Walker, who's unranked,
is fighting
against the number-one
super middle-weight
contender of the world
just seems out of his class right now.
Break! Break!
The crowd is roaring!
All right, you understand
what we're going to do?
All right, let's go.
Give me two minutes,
then pull up out front.
Hey, Wesley, you sure
you want to do this?
Two minutes.
Side steps and hits him
with a right in the face
that knocks Walker backwards.
He needs to try to...
He's smiling almost.
He's almost smiling
at Cotten as if to say,
"You can't hurt me."
Break! Break!
Let him out!
Let him out!
Nobody move.
See that?
It's real. Okay?
Get on the floor!
Who is this?
Don't fool with me!
Is that the round?
I heard the bell.
I heard the bell.
Take that stuff, put it in the case.
Just put it in the...
I'm not fooling with you.
You understand? Just put
it in the bag, all right?
What do you think I'm doing here?
Come on, put it in the bag.
Come on!
Hurry up!
Come on.
Please, please.
You f*** with me, I'll kill you.
Nobody calls the police,
or I'm coming back.
Son of a b*tch.
Help! Help!
Police!
Help! Help!
Police! Police!
Hit the jab, baby!
Take that!
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
Come on, Cotten!
Over there!
Stay there.
Two. Three.
Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight.
How you feel?
You okay?
Yeah!
Time!
Over there.
Out there.
Doc, over here.
Now, stay out there.
Stay out there.
Let's see.
Let him take a look.
Let him take a look.
Hold on.
Okay, okay, here we go. Let's go.
Time!
Okay, that's it!
Break it up.
Hold it.
Cut it out.
Let's go.
Back to your corners.
Take your corners.
What's wrong with you?
Are you trying to blow this thing now?
Watch that fighter after the bell.
All right, slick, you
better cool this guy off.
All right, okay.
Don't look at him.
What are you trying to do,
blow the thing?
Step in there. Step in with your
jab and bust his damn nose.
Here's your water. You know
what I'm talking about?
Just don't worry about water.
No water in the desert, baby.
Come on. Give him
a little water, Zeke.
He's crazy.
He won't go down.
I hit and hit, and he don't go down.
Keep working him.
A knockout will come.
All right?
Just keep doing what you're doing.
Suck it up, like before.
Suck it up...
Hey, in the corner.
Stay in the corner.
One. Two.
Three. Four.
Five.
Back in that corner.
Stay there.
Six.
Seven. Eight.
Let's go.
Back up, Cotten.
Let go of the ropes.
Yeah, yeah!
Come on, John! Come on.
Break it up.
All right, let him up.
All right, over there.
Stay over there.
One. Two.
Three. Four.
Five. Six.
Seven. Eight.
All right, come on.
Turn around. Turn around.
Let's go.
All right, hold it.
That's a slip.
No knockdown. No knockdown.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
Hang with it.
All right, break!
Step back.
Step back.
Get up!
Get up! Get up!
Come on, John.
Come on, baby, get up!
Four. Five.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
I'd like her to just touch me.
You know?
Just touch me,
and have her like me, you know?
Closed-Captioning By
Burbank, CArvices, Inc.
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