Rocky II Page #8

- Believe me, we did.

- Oh, no. He ain't got a name.

- What do you wanna call him?

- Paulie's a great name.

Yeah, Paulie's a pretty good name.

- What about after the father?

- Rocky Junior?

- Come on. You really wanna do that?

- Yes.

Adrian, he's the best I ever seen.

You really done good.

You look so tired.

Why don't you go get some sleep?

Oh, no, no. I feel great.

Listen, I been thinkin'...

...if you don't want me

mixin' with Creed no more...

...we'll make out some other

kind of way, you know.

There's one thing I want you

to do for me. Come here.

- What?

- Win.

- Win.

- What are we waitin' for? Take us!

Faster! Faster!

(Mickey) Keep movin'!

Keep movin'! Faster.

Pick 'em up! Pick 'em up!

That's it. That's it.

- Speed! Speed!

- Come on! Come on!

- 59!

- One more! Come on, man! Come on!

...46... Yeah! 47...

...48... 49...

...50!

Come on! Push! Don't give up!

Get that olive oil out of ya!

Push!

Push! Push! Again!

Left! Right!

Yeah!

That's speed!

(Mickey) Speed! Speed!

Speed!

(music box plays lullaby)

(whispers) Good night.

Hey, Rocky!

Come on. Come on, come on.

(chanting) Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Good evening.

This is Bill Baldwin speaking to you...

...from the Spectrum in Philadelphia,

the site of Superfight II...

...with Rocky Balboa, the challenger,

and Apollo Creed, the world champion.

My sidekick and partner again tonight -

Stu Nahan.

For those watching tonight's telecast...

...we think you're gonna see a real

great battle in every sense of the word.

Don't worry about nothin'.

It's OK.

I gotta go.

Adrian, I wish the doctor'd

let you go to this fight.

Me too.

You're the man. You're number one.

The champ. The best of all time.

The girls love ya. Men, old people love ya.

Young people love ya.

You're the best. You're the man.

And he's yours. He's yours. He's yours.

This bum shouldn't even be

in the same ring.

I want you to show him

who you are tonight. Stick him.

(cheering)

- You help with the baby, right?

- I'll take care of everythin'.

- OK, cos you're in charge.

- You're gonna be late for your own fight.

- Everything's gonna be fine.

- Maybe I'd better go fight now.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- Punch his lungs out.

- Adrian, I wish you could go.

(Paulie) The doctor said no.

- Take care.

- Good luck.

(cheering)

(chanting) Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

The champion has let it be known

to the press and radio...

...that he is in the best shape of his career.

And Rocky Balboa,

I know, is a 5-1 underdog.

He's a street brawler from Philadelphia.

But can he repeat that incredible

performance of ten months ago?

And, you know, he took a real beating

at the hands of the champion.

(car horn beeps)

(Rocky) Carmine!

Hey, yo, Father Carmine! Father Carmine!

Hey, Father Carmine, are you home?

Father Carmine! Hey, yo, Father Carmine!

- Chi e?

- It's me, Rocky Balboa.

Rocky. Ma che cosa fai la?

Non devi fare la lotta questa sera?

I'm goin' to the fight, but I was wonderin'

if you could do me a small favour.

- Ma sicuro. Che favore? Che?

- It's about the fight.

Now I got the family and the baby.

I was wonderin' if you could throw down

a blessin', so if I get beat up tonight...

...it won't be too bad.

Could you do somethin' like that?

Padre, figlio, spirito santo. E cosi sia.

Thanks a lot, Father. I gotta go.

I'm so late. See you in church. Take care.

- Hey, Rock.

- Good luck, son.

- Yo, Mick!

- Run, or I'll break your head!

Where ya been? Ya lost your brain?

- We got a fight, remember that?

- I'm sorry. I'm here.

Get dressed, will ya?

Stu, there are many rumours

about this fight.

The most obvious is a desire for Apollo

to draw first blood, to end it quickly.

This would prove that

the last fight was a fluke.

Come on, lightning, thunder!

Hurricane! Hurricane!

- Get him.

- I'm gonna get him.

- Gonna get him.

- He's ours. He's ours!

It's time, kid.

OK, let's do it.

All right, I'm ready.

- I think I'm startin' to get a headache.

- No, you are in perfect workin' condition.

- You are perfect.

- You look good, too.

And you look perfect.

- Hey, Mick.

- Yeah.

In case I don't get a chance, I just wanna

say I'm gonna be tryin' hard for you.

- Thank you.

- Ain't this robe nice?

It's better than last year.

Remember that baggy one?

- This is gorgeous. It's perfect.

- Yeah, it's real cute. I like it.

(cheering and screaming)

(commentator) Rocky Balboa

heading toward the ring.

Yes, sir. Rocky Balboa,

known to millions as the Italian Stallion.

Making his way to the ring.

Why this fighter of limited ability...

...has gained such popularity

is such a mystery.

Rocky Balboa. The folks at the Spectrum

are beginning to chant his name.

- He has an awful lot of backers here.

- Balboa is wearing a black and gold robe.

He wore a red one the last time

from that meat-packing plant.

Or from the high school

he never graduated from!

hands with the referee, Lou Filippo.

And we're waiting now for

the champion to come into the ring.

(chanting) Rocky! Rocky!

It's certainly packed with Rocky's people.

I've never seen so many

Italians in one place!

Hey, hey. You said that. I didn't say that.

- These people are for you!

- I appreciate it.

- Are you ready in here?

- I think so.

Tonight's our night.

By the sound of the crowd, the champion

is just now coming into the Spectrum.

And the champion, Apollo Creed.

And he looks a little more determined

this time than he did the last time.

- It's Apollo.

- Who'd you expect?

- I was hopin' he wouldn't show.

- Ha!

(trainer) The champ of all time!

Now the champion is

climbing into the ring.

Very determined-looking.

Very serious right now.

Rocky doesn't look too confident.

(trainer) Apollo Creed:

The master of disaster, the best of all time!

You're goin' down, man.

You're goin' down.

Don't let it bother ya, kid.

- Would it bother you?

- Yeah.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to the Philadelphia Spectrum!

(cheering)

This is your main event of the evening:

championship of the world!

(cheering)

In the black corner,

the challenger, weighing 202 pounds...

...from the great fighting city

of Philadelphia.

The Italian Stallion...

...Rocky Balboa!

(cheering)

And in the red corner,

weighing 220 pounds...

...a champion who needs no introduction

anywhere in the civilised world...

...the true master of disaster...

...the undefeated heavyweight

champion of the world...

...the one, the only...

...Apollo Creed!

(cheering)

Referee Lou Filippo

will give the instructions.

OK, I'm gonna give you the instructions

now, and I expect you to follow 'em.

Watch your low punches and your kidney

punches. Watch your rabbit punches.

In case of a knockdown,

you go to the corner...

...and stay there until

I tell you to come out.

OK, boys. Let's have a good fight.

You're goin' down.

Good luck to you.

- He's still upset.

- Who cares? Protect that eye.

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