Play It to the Bone Page #6

Synopsis: Two aging fighters in LA, friends, get a call from a Vegas promoter because his undercard fighters for a Mike Tyson bout that night are suddenly unavailable. He wants them to box each other. They agree as long as the winner gets a shot at the middleweight title. They enlist Grace, Cesar's current and Vinnie's ex girlfriend, to drive them to Vegas. On the trip, we see flashbacks to their previous title shots, their competitive friendship, and Grace's motivational wiles. (She has her own entrepreneurial dreams.) The fight itself is historic: ten rounds of savagery and courage. Who will win, who'll get the title shot, who gets Grace, and where will she find venture capital?
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Sport
Director(s): Ron Shelton
Production: Touchstone Pictures
 
IMDB:
5.4
Metacritic:
32
Rotten Tomatoes:
11%
R
Year:
1999
124 min
Website
341 Views


- Right. He was in band.What about Doc Lawrence?- Who?

- Did you have him as a teacher ?- Yeah. Two-finger Doc, yeah.

I'm sorry.

I overreacted and--

And you know me.I have my ups and downs.

That's okay.

And I didn't mean what I said.We had an amazing three months together.

And twowere pretty good.

What are you gonna do after you quitboxing? Have you thought about it?

- No, not really.- Well, you oughta, maybe.

- You know?- Mm.

Vince is gonna become a preacheror minister or carpenter.

We know a contractor in South Gate'sgot a job waiting for us.

I mean, if I becomethe world champion,

there will bemore opportunities.

Yeah.

Yeah.

But I wouldn't lose the name ofthe contractor, you know? Just in case.

Vince wrote it down.

And if Vince tries to drag youin his roulette wheel system,

don't listen to him.

- I feel good.- I got a little baby joint in my purse.Anybody got a light?

No, no. No marijuana here.You know? We might get somein our hair and our skin...

and fail the drug test and haveto give the money back.

- Forget it. No way.- Drug test?Where are you guys going?

- We're going to a fight.- Who's fighting?

We are fighting.We are fighting each other.

- Why?- 'Cause they pay us.

We are professionals.

Then why ain't you flyin', huh?It's fast. It's cheap.

Well, you know, we like the countryside.It got a lot of striations.

Striations out therein the countryside.

- This countryside sucks.- Yeah, we like it.

Hey, are you famous?

Well, you know,I used to be. I was, uh,

I was ranked seventh in the worldfor over a year by Ring magazine.

- Hey, I wanna go to the fight.- We got no tickets.

That never stopped me.Hey, are you famous?

Uh, uh, I was ranked tenthuntil I went to the Garden.

What happenedat the Garden?

- None of your business.- You're such a b*tch.

All right, that's it,you little junkie tart ! I didn'tlike you from the moment I met you,

and if I say it's noneof your business, it's noneof your f***in' business, you got it?

- Hey, hey. Everybody relax.- All right, all right !

- What's so funny?

So, um, so how comeyou're not famous anymore?

It's noneof your f***in' business.

He got robbed.That's what happened to him.

I got robbed.I got f***in' robbed.

The championwas Skeeter Lewis.

He'd been duckin' me sinceI clocked him as an amateur.

I beat him three timesin the Golden Gloves.

Skeeter was quick, quick as a cat,but I got him in my kind of fight.

I got him on the inside.I put a terrible hurt on that man.

I wore his kidneys outall night. He--

He was pissin' bloodfor a week, he told me.

I figure out of the twelve rounds,I won nine easy.

Maybe-- Maybe I won 'em all. You know,and plus I knock 'im down in the eighth.

I'm on the vergeof being world champion.

Ladies and gentlemen,here is the decision of the judges.

Judge Wiley Braden scores the bout98, Boudreau, 95, Lewis.

Judge Arman Butterworthhas it scored 97, Lewis,

- Lewis?- 96, Boudreau.

Lewis. I'm goin' crazy.Ray Charles could call the fight better.

You know what?That motherfuckin' judge...

is in the promoter's pocket,but there is one more judge,and he has got to give it to me.

And judge Lou DeBelloscores 97, Boudreau,

- No ! That's bullshit ! Bullshit !- The decision is a draw.

I'll kick your ass ! You fixed it !You fixed it ! You fixed it !

A draw.

You know what happenswith a draw?

The champ stays. The champ.That's what f***in' happens.

- - F***. Well, that's not fair.

Fair ?Nothing is fair. Nothing.

The only shot I got leftis winning tonight.

That is not going to happen.

- We'll see.- Yeah. That is the deal.

- Bullshit ! Bullshit !- Ladies and gentlemen,here is the decision of the judges.

The decision is a draw.

Get up !

Lights ! Hey,Mark, Mark, yeah.

You gotta work with me on this.I mean, if they're breathin',you gotta sanction it.

I mean, if they're standin',you gotta sanction it.

No. Okay. If they knowtheir ABC's up to "F"--

- Uh, what's happening?- Pit stop.

Vegas isjust down the road.

- Hey, why are we stopping?- Gonna freshen up for the fight.

Oh, come on.Let's keep going. We're almost there.

Don't whine.I hate whining.

- It's right there.- I feel like a bag of dirt.

- A woman can't go to a fightwithout lookin' like a lady.- "Bag of dirt. "

Hey, little Miss Dirtbag !

- What was that?- "Dirtbag."

How old are you?

Twenty.

Another five years,you're gonna be sucked out,

f***ed out, doped out,lookin' for a handout.

Oh, but whata five years, huh?

That's a choice.Go for it.

Excuse me.I said, "Excuse me."

- I'm going to the ladies' room.- Ah.

- Twenty-five on East.- Twenty-five on Grace.

All right.What is it?

I justdon't like you.

Ohh.

- Ohh.-

I don't like youeither.

You all right? You all right?

Come on.

- Get the f*** off me, a**hole !- What? I'm just tryin' to help.Come on.

Where were you five minutes ago,butthead?

- We were watchin'.- F***in' yellow--

- You're bleedin'--- Hey, b*tch--Get off of me. Want some, huh?

- No, I--- Hey, b*tch, don't forgetthat I bought you--

I bought you gas and waffles,all right?

You wanna freshen up?Freshen up this !

What are you lookin' at, Kojak?

F***in' a**hole.

You think you got something?You got nothin' ! Like that !

Hey ! Hold on !

- I need a lift.- Come on in, honey.Let me give you a hand.

- F*** off !- Bye.

- I'm gonna miss her.- Bye-bye, Madame Butterfly.

- She was nice.- What did she mean by this?

- You know, she meant like that.- That's not too big, really.

- Well, no. Flaccid.- Okay. Whatever.

- Oh, my.- Oh, my God.

Wow.

My goddess.

Oh, wow.

I was overmatchedwith her.

- Yeah, you were.- You too?

Any guy in with any girlis a mismatch from the start.

- We're just not equippedto go the distance.- Wow.

We lost our friend,huh?

- Uh, no.- Uh, yeah.

So, how do I look?

Knockout, baby.

- Knockout. Incredible.- Really.

- Really unbelievable. Beautiful.-Just transcendent. Beautiful.

You rode most of the way.

- Excuse me. No, no, no. Excuse me.- No, no, baby.

- Would you--Would you get in the back?- Go ahead.

- I'm not gonna be invading.- We have-- We have here--

- Go ahead.- We have to respect thingsand the way they are.

- Go ahead.- Thank you. Thank you.

Where you been?

- Hey.- How are you?

- Doin' okay?- Everything's fine.

Cesar, Cesar. Yeah. Rudy.Hey, hey, Vince. Who the hell is this?

- That's my girlfriend,Grace. Her name is Grace.- Was your girlfriend.

- I'm Grace.- Hi, Grace. I'm Rudy.

- And we have a specialV.I.P. ticket for you.- Great.

And Hank Goody would like you to joinhim in his special, uh, pre-fight suite.

- Wait a second. What's goin' on here?- I gotta get these guys...

- to the doctor,and we need their physical.- Right. Right.

The commissioner's waitin'to certify them, so--

- Can I have a wordwith the little lady here?- What?

- Right quick, huh?- Uh, Cesar--

- All right. What?- Go get 'em, champ.

You keep your handsoff my girlfriend, all right?

- Ex. Ex-girlfriend.- I don't trust you.

- Ex.- Well, it's not official yet.

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Ron Shelton

Ron Shelton (September 15, 1945 in Whittier, California) is an American Oscar-nominated film director and screenwriter. Shelton is known for the many films he has made about sports. more…

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