Rocky II Page #4

a complete bust, the whole afternoon.

Leonard. Leonard, where are you going?

I want you to take him with you, Leonard.

Take him with you.

He is not a professional.

I only work with professionals. You cost

us thousands because you can't read.

"'Lt's no time to cuss me'

snarled the robber."

"'By God, fellas. Grab your rifles and take

colour... cover."' How does that sound?

- It's good.

- Yeah?

Being a good reader's gonna

help me get a good office job.

- Wanna hear some more?

- I can't wait.

OK.

"'There ain't no cover' said Brad Lincoln.

'We better head for the canyon."'

- You read nice.

- Thank you. You lie nice.

Thank you.

How far did you go in high school,

Mr Balboa?

- Uh, ninth.

- And one last question.

Do you have a criminal record?

Nothin' worth braggin' about.

Would you be interested in

some sort of manual labour?

Well, I got nothing against

honest manual labour.

It's just that I'd like to see if I could make

a livin' sittin' down, like you're doin'.

Can I be honest? No one's

going to offer you an office job.

There's too much competition.

Why don't you fight?

I've read somewhere

you're a very good fighter.

Yeah. Well...

Was you ever punched in the face

Stings after a while, you know.

Thank you very much for your time.

I appreciate it.

Mr Balboa, I'm very sorry.

We have nothing.

- Are you sure?

- Next.

Look, pal, you gotta be realistic. You got

no high-school diploma, no qualifications.

Wouldn't you be more content with

a good-paying menial labour job?

Thanks.

The way I see it is I can get

another job if I wanna.

But do I wanna? Do I wanna be doin'

something I ain't gonna be happy doin'?

Plus, you know,

we need the money now, Butkus.

Dogs don't wanna hear my problems.

Come on.

Yeah. I wish I was a canine sometimes.

Gimme a kiss.

- The only job I got's luggin' beef.

- You got nothin' better than haulin' beef?

That's all I got and we're cutting back too.

So, Rocky, it'd be from week to week.

That's OK with me, but when can I start?

- How about tomorrow?

- Well, how about today?

OK. We got a load comin' in.

Hey, Paulie, you look kinda skinny there.

- Yeah, he's losin' weight, ain't he?

- Don't bother to thank me.

Hey, thanks a lot, Paulie. You don't

have to thank me for the watch, either.

Quittin' time!

There's the best-lookin' thing

I seen all day.

- You look tired.

- No, no. My face is tired. I feel OK.

- You wanna take a hot bath?

- No, come on. I feel dynamic. Honest.

Hey, listen, tomorrow... I was thinking at

work, maybe after work I'll take you out.

You wanna do somethin' nice, huh?

You wanna do that?

- I'd like to do that. How's your stomach?

- Fine.

You look great. Do you know that?

- Hey, Rock, they just like old friends.

- Old friends never tasted this good.

I heard that.

Yo!

Yo, Rock!

You wanted me, Frank?

I gotta let you go.

How come? I'm workin' hard.

I'm doin' good.

Yeah, but we gotta cut back on manpower

and you ain't got enough time in.

Seniority.

How about if I take a cut in pay, all right?

Can't do it. Union rules.

Rules, rules.

- Can I finish out the day?

- Sure.

Hey, Rocky... I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

(Paulie) You got more stories

than a book, you know that?

There's my brother-in-law, Rocky.

Gimme the five.

My brother-in-law come to visit me.

How you doin'? How's everything?

How's business? OK?

Yeah.

- Lookin' over your old stompin' ground?

- Yeah. Listen, you wanna buy this car?

- I thought you liked it.

- I don't need it no more.

I can't make these right turns

with my bad eye.

Keep hittin' trash cans

and things like that.

- You got problems? You need bread?

- No, everything's OK.

This car'd look great

wrapped around you, wouldn't it?

Look, you need a hand-out,

I'll give you a hand-out.

No, I don't need no hand-out, Paulie.

Look, you wanna buy the car?

Sure. Why don't you be smart

and fight again?

That's OK. I don't need to fight no more.

You wanna buy the car?

You wanna pick up the payments?

My sister givin' you a hard time?

If she is, you break her teeth.

I appreciate the advice, Paulie,

but I kinda like her teeth where they are.

There you go. You bought yourself a car.

Good car, you know.

Gotta buckle up for safety and all that.

Where you goin'? You need a lift?

Nah.

See you around.

Hey! Say hi to my sister for me!

Hey, listen,

if you two need the car, just ask!

When did you get home?

I thought you were at work.

No, I... I ain't at work no more. I got, uh...

I got canned today.

Oh.

- What happened?

- I don't know. I was...

It was nobody's fault. They were

just cutting back. It was economics.

- What are you gonna do?

- I don't know. I was, um...

...thinkin' about fightin'.

What about your eye? The doctor

said you shouldn't fight any more.

No, no. He recommended I don't fight,

and I recommend that I do.

- You'll go blind.

- Nobody's goin' blind. Honest, I see great.

I see like a beagle or somethin' like that.

Oh, Rocky, you gave me your word

you wouldn't fight any more.

I mean, if we need money,

I could get a job.

You don't have to do that.

Oh, sure. I... I can get my job back,

you know, part time, at the pet shop.

But I'm the one

who's supposed to support.

It's just for a little while.

Listen, what if you catch

some pet-shop disease?

There are no pet-shop diseases, Rocky.

I mean, I... really, I wanna work.

Well, maybe you're right, you know.

You know what's best, you know.

Could you start dinner?

I'm startin' to get hungry.

I just wanna finish my workout here, OK?

Sure.

Who the hell is that?!

- Avon lady.

- Is that Rocky?

Hey! I don't remember givin' you no key.

Come on up here.

Well, the prodigal son returns!

Don't look so bad, do ya? What's that?

A outer-space monster you brought?

That's Butkus, my large dog.

What's that in your ear?

What is it? Just a...

I hear stupid things better.

Well, now, did you come here

to show me that dog?

No. Mick, can I have my locker back?

- What's on your mind?

- Fightin'.

Fightin'? What? You wanna go blind?

- Nobody's goin' blind.

- You heard what I said?

Yeah, and the eye's great. No problem.

Now, listen, every pug thinks

he has one good one left.

Now forget it,

cos your fightin' career is over, kid.

- Is that right?

- I think that's right.

I spend my whole life gettin' a career.

I get one, and you tell me it's over.

What's the matter? You shook the hell out

of the champion of the whole wide world.

- You be happy with that.

- Maybe we can do better this time.

- Or worse. What about that?

- Hey, yo, Mick.

I done you a favour last time, you know.

Can you do me one this time?

I don't know. You don't understand me.

I wanna show you somethin' now.

Test you. Now, look, you look right there

at the end of my nose, will ya?

- I wanna test you.

- Look at your nose.

You look at my nose. When I bring my

finger in, you tell me when you see it.

- There's the little thing. I see it.

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