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Rocky
INT. BLUE DOOR FIGHT CLUB - NIGHT
SUPERIMPOSE OVER ACTION... "NOVEMBER 12, 1975 - PHILADELPHIA"
... The club itself resembles a large unemptied trash-can.
The boxing ring is extra small to insure constant battle.
The lights overhead have barely enough wattage to see who is
fighting.
In the ring are two heavyweights, one white the other black.
The white fighter is ROCKY BALBOA. He is thirty years old.
His face is scarred and thick around the nose... His black
hair shines and hangs in his eyes. Rocky fights in a
plodding, machine-like style. The BLACK FIGHTER dances and
bangs combinations into Rocky's face with great accuracy.
But the punches do not even cause Rocky to blink... He grins
at his opponent and keeps grinding ahead.
The people at ringside sit on folding chairs and clamor for
blood... They lean out of their seats and heckle the fighters.
In the thick smoke they resemble spectres. Everyone is
hustling bets... The action is even heavier in the balcony.
A housewife yells for somebody to cover a two dollar bet.
The BELL RINGS and the fighters return to their corner...
Somebody heaves a beer can into the ring.
The Black Fighter spits something red in a bucket and sneers
across the ring at Rocky.
BLACK FIGHTER:
(to cornerman)
... I'm gonna bust his head
wide open!
In Rocky's corner he is being assisted by a shriveled,
balding CORNERMAN, who is an employee of the club... He
works on Rocky without any enthusiasm.
CORNERMAN:
(lackluster)
... Ya waltzin' -- Give the
suckers some action.
ROCKY:
Hey --
CORNERMAN:
(overriding)
Ya movin' like a bum -- Want
some advice --
ROCKY:
... Just gimme the water.
2.
A FIGHT FAN rushes up to Rocky... He is sixty-five, with
yellow teeth and wearing sunglasses.
FAN:
Should I bet the fight don't
go the distance -- Ya feel
strong?
ROCKY:
Absolutely.
CORNERMAN:
... Ya want some good advice?
ROCKY:
... I just want the mouthpiece.
The BELL RINGS... Rocky makes the sign of the cross. The
fighters engage in battle. The other fighter grabs Rocky in
a clinch and purposely butts him... The butt opens a bleeding
cut on the corner of Rocky's eye.
Rocky becomes furious over the foul and drives a flurry into
the man's body... Rocky slams the man on the jaw and the
fighter is out for the night. The fans throw rubbish into
The fans loudly go about collecting bets. The referee does
not bother to even count the fighter out and drags him under
the ropes where he is placed on a stretcher. Two new
fighters enter the ring. Rocky slips on a tattered robe.
Embroidered clumsily on the back is, "The Italian Stallion."
ANNOUNCER:
Winner, Rocky Balboa -- Next a
lightweights.
Without pomp Rocky climbs out of the ring and bums a
cigarette from a spectator... The fighter on the stretcher
passes behind him. He watches for a moment and continues up
the aisle... Before he even reaches the rear of the club the
BELL RINGS and the next fight has already begun... Rocky
fades into the darkness of the rear of the club.
Rocky has nearly completed dressing and reaches into his
locker for his hat... Also in the dingy room are ten other
fighters... Two taped fighters talk shop in the corner.
3.
FIGHTER #1
... Tomorrow me an' my woman
are gonna tip on down to
Atlantic City, man.
FIGHTER #2
... It's cold, Bro'.
FIGHTER #1
... That's right, I got the
city to myself...
Another paces nervously... Two other fighters shadowbox and
spit nervously on the floor.
A young pug combs his hair and listens to a portable RADIO
that is BLASTING MUSIC.
The fighter that Rocky has just defeated is drinking a beer
and joking with three other fighters... Some of the fighters
are smoking. The room is cloudy.
A short man of fifty enters. He is dressed in a sweater
buttoned over a t-shirt.
PROMOTER:
...Balboa!?
Rocky raises his head. The promoter steps over.
PROMOTER:
(continuing)
locker an' cornerman -- Two
bucks for the towel an'
shower, seven for tax -- The
house owes ya, sixty-one
dollars.
The man peels off the money and departs... Rocky closes his
locker, nods to the defeated fighter, and leaves.
INT. TROLLEY - NIGHT
Rocky is on the trolley heading to South Philly... The
trolley is empty except for a thin old black WOMAN... The
black Woman studies Rocky's bruised face... Rocky becomes
self-conscious.
ROCKY:
(almost apologetic)
I'm a fighter.
4.
WOMAN:
(tired)
... Yo' iz an accident.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Rocky exits the trolley and walks down the block... He waves
at a pair of high-heeled hookers and they wave back.
Rocky passes a sleeping wino curled in front of a dirty
bookstore. Rocky drags the man into a protective passageway.
Further down the street, Rocky pauses in front of the
"ANIMAL TOWN PET SHOP"... He peers into the dark store and
sees a sad, huge dog sitting in the window. He mumbles to
the dog and continues to the corner.
EXT. ROCKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
A short while later, Rocky approaches his apartment located
in the most deprived section of South Philly. He kicks away
the litter that has gathered against the apartment steps and
enters.
INT. ROCKY'S HALLWAY - NIGHT
The narrow hallway is painted olive brown. A single light
bulb illuminates the gloomy corridor.
INT. ROCKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Rocky enters. The one-room apartment is drab, with a
curling boxing poster of Rocky Marciano tacked on the wall...
Nailed against the far wall is a mattress. The mattress is
used as a punching bag. Stuffing spills out of the center.
Rocky drops his coat on the floor. He puts on a pair of
glasses. He crosses to a small turtle bowl... He lifts the
creatures.
ROCKY:
...Look who's home.
Rocky starts to boil a pan of water on his hot plate, then
places an old 45 RPM record on a battered phonograph. The
record is a tune, "ALL IN THE GAME."
... As the CRACKLING MUSIC BEGINS, Rocky picks up his
hairbrush. Using it like a microphone, he mimes to the
record. He assumes the posture of a famous singer crooning
to thousands of adoring fans... He then switches into a
bullish fighting stance and throws several punches.
The water boils. Rocky soaks his badly-swollen hands.
5.
EXT. SUNRISE OF PHILADELPHIA SKYLINE - DAWN
We SEE the jagged skyline, highlighted by the towering
figure of William Penn that rises above the dawn haze as it
sits majestically above City Hall...
Rocky is walking along the waterfront... He has a bandaid
over one eye. He looks at the rugged stevedores going about
their business... He stuffs his hands in his cheap wool
jacket and approaches a ship being unloaded.
Rocky passes two thick Mafia types leaning against a parked
car. These men look like blood drinkers.
MAFIA #1
Yo, Rock -- How's your Boss?
ROCKY:
Real good.
MAFIA #2
Fightin' again?
ROCKY:
Yeah, here an' there.
MAFIA #1
Mebbe we make sum money
togather soon... Give ya boss
my best.
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