Rocky II

(commentator)

Apollo is saying "Come on!"

Apollo is going right. He's going

for another right... another right.

Now he's gone for the left.

Down on one knee.

Lou Filippo in there wiping off the glove.

Hard left and a right combination.

(commentator #2) What is keeping him

up, Bill? I don't know.

He can't even get his gloves up

to protect himself.

Down! Stay down!

Apollo dancing around

with his arms in the air.

Five...

...six... seven...

...eight... nine...

(commentator) Apollo can't believe it.

The champion got a left

to the ribs - his right ribs.

- You OK, champ?

- Yeah, I'm OK. I'm OK.

- Your rib's broken.

- He broke my ribs.

I can't see nothing.

Gotta open my eye. Cut me, Mick.

- I don't wanna do it!

- Go on, cut me.

- Cut me.

- OK. Try it. Cut it.

You're bleedin' inside.

I'm gonna stop the fight.

You ain't stoppin' nothin', man.

- You stop this fight, I'll kill you!

- All right. I won't stop it.

- I'm goin'!

- You wanna go...

- Last round.

- You gotta do it! You gotta get it off!

Get it off!

(commentator) There's the bell

for the 15th and final round.

You better start fightin'. You been

doin' nothin'. You been doin' nothin'.

They look like they've been in a war,

these two.

The champion really tagged him.

Apollo clearly protecting his right side -

his ribs.

- Oh, look at that!

- Body punches!

- Hard left and right.

- See the blood coming out of his mouth.

He's spitting out blood now.

A tremendous right hand from Rocky.

Go for it. Go for it, Rock!

Listen to this crowd! Left to the ribs.

Another to the ribs.

That left hand again. Right to the chin!

He's got him up against the ropes!

Apollo, the champion...

(Apollo) Ain't gonna be no rematch.

Ain't gonna be no rematch.

(Rocky) Don't want one!

- You went 15 rounds. How do you feel?

- All right.

What were you thinking about

when that buzzer sounded off?

Adrian!

Rocky...

Rocky!

Rocky!

Rocky!

We have had the privilege

of witnessing the greatest exhibition...

...of guts and stamina

in the history of the ring.

Adrian!

Rocky!

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a split decision.

Adrian!

Eight for Apollo Creed!

- Those fans out there deserve a rematch.

- Ain't gonna be no rematch. Come on!

I had enough things

in my face today! Adrian!

Rocko! That's my friend. Rocko!

You're breaking my jacket.

Paulie!

- Adrian! Adrian!

- Rocky!

Adrian! Hey, where's your hat?

- I love you!

- I love you.

I love you!

I love you!

I love you!

Rocky Balboa!

Get 'em outta here! Let him breathe,

will ya? Give him air.

Sit down, Rocky. Sit down.

- Did you think you had it won?

- I don't know.

- How about a statement, Rocky?

- I don't know. I'm at a loss for words.

- Get back there!

- Rocky, did you think you had it won?

- Where's the doctor?

- How's my nose? As bad as Mickey's?

It ain't that horrible.

Now give him a break. Get outta there.

- Is that the worst beating you ever took?

- You'll get worse if you don't get out.

What did you think in the last round?

That I shoulda stayed

at school or somethin'.

- Do you think you have brain damage?

- I don't see any.

- (Apollo) Where is he?

- Apollo, how about a statement?

Get away from me!

Stallion! Stallion!

You got a dull skull, Stallion.

You're lucky, so lucky.

What you did was a miracle.

You're the luckiest man

on the face of the earth.

- Do I look lucky?

- Nobody goes the distance with me.

Get up out of that chair,

and finish this fight.

- Don't, please. Sit down.

- Is he serious?

- Did the bell save you, Apollo?

- Bell nothin'. I can beat that chump.

- I'll fight him any place, any time.

- You mean a rematch?

I said any place, any time, man.

Can you hear?

You said there weren't

gonna be no rematch.

- Look, chump, any place, any time.

- A rematch could be worth millions.

- Well, I'm officially retired now.

- Don't you run out on me now, Stallion.

I gave you a shot the first time.

Now I'll give you a second.

He sure has a lot of energy.

You got nothin' to prove.

I don't care what the hell them judges

said - this is the man that won the fight!

I'm gonna show you how lucky you are!

You're gonna fight me again, chump!

Don't run out on me! Come back here!

Adrian? You better go home...

...cos I'm gonna be busy healin'

here for a while, you know.

- I wanna be here.

- Maybe you better go home with Paulie...

...and get some - wait a minute -

get some sleep, you know?

- I love you.

- I love you.

See you later. See you, Mick.

(slurred) Can you fix my nose?

I'm a little depressed about my nose.

We'll fix that all right.

It's the eye that concerns me.

The eye's great.

I ain't never really felt this good.

You guys shoulda seen us tonight.

We did good.

(mumbles)

You had him in the 10th,

and in the 15th he was gone.

- You think so?

- Trust me. I was there.

- How's your face, Rock?

- I don't know. How's it look?

Well, I wouldn't want it.

Rocky, I got a little favour

I'd like to ask you.

You know your friend Gazzo,

he admires you a lot.

- Tell him to give me your old job.

- You mean collectin'?

- I'm good with numbers.

- Yeah.

OK. As soon as I get finished,

you know, healin' here...

...l'll tell him to give you my old job, OK?

- I'd appreciate that.

- What are you doing here?

Visiting hours are over.

I have to ask you to leave.

- Now.

- OK. See you later, Paulie.

- OK. Everybody's proud of you, Rock.

- Yeah?

- Yeah!

- (nurse) Now.

- I feel good tonight.

- Yeah, you look good.

- Let's go.

- (Paulie whistles)

- How are we feeling tonight?

- Oh, very handsome.

- That tastes good.

- My kid would die for your autograph.

- Sure.

- Would you sign it to:

"My good friend Charlie Flynn."

- My hands are so sore.

- It's OK.

- It's my first autograph.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

To my good friend Charlie Flynn,

who I don't even know.

Yo, Apollo?

- Who is it?

- It's just me, Rocky. Listen...

- Could you answer me one question?

- Yeah, sure.

Did you give me your best?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thank you.

This year...

- You all right?

- Great bein' outside.

This coming year you're gonna

make $300,000. This fiscal year.

- Hey, Rock!

- How you doin', Pete?

- Hey, could you sign my head?

- Yeah, sure.

- Thanks.

- Hope it don't go to your brain.

- Bet that's heavy.

- A bit.

Just think how fast you'll be

when you get it off.

Just a minute. Can I borrow this?

Let me use your head.

- Sign, Rocky. Sign the deal.

- I wanna talk to you a little bit about this.

- It's a standard deal.

- Just for talkin' about shavin' stuff?

- Sledgehammers... Whatever. Batteries...

- All kinds of commercials.

- Balls and baseballs?

- You're gonna make $300,000.

Strike while the iron's hot.

- Yeah, people kinda forget.

- The time is now to make a dollar.

Sign it here. It takes you two seconds

to sign. It's a standard deal.

OK, I'll sign it,

but I gotta go somewhere now.

Where you goin'?

What could be more important?

I just gotta do some things,

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