Rocky III Page #3

...this city...

really took me inside, you know?

And I wanna thank you very much

for that. I really do.

And I been thinking... I wasn't gonna

bring this up, but I might as well now.

I would never do anything

to hurt this sport...

...that has been... so really good to me.

I been talkin' it over

with my wife and my manager.

We think that...

It's really hard to do this. I feel like, uh...

I'm thinkin' maybe it's time

that I should, uh...

...step down maybe and... retire.

(shouts of protest)

Gettin' out while you can? Don't give

this sucker no statue. Give him guts!

I told you I wasn't goin' away.

You got your shot. Now gimme mine.

- Why don't you get the hell outta there?

- Shut up, old man!

Tell these folks why you've ducked me.

Politics, man!

This country wants to keep me down.

They don't want a man like me to have

the title because I'm not a puppet like you.

- You know, you've got a big mouth.

- Why don't you close it, Balboa?

- Any time.

- The guy's crazy. Don't listen to him.

The little man don't wanna come to me,

so I'll lay out the truth.

I am ranked number one. One!

That means I'm the best.

But this bum takes the easy matches,

fights other bums.

I'm tellin' you and everybody here. I'll

fight him anywhere, any time... for nothin'.

(heckling)

But you people ain't gonna see that,

cos he's gonna retire.

You see, he don't fight no real man.

He fight them set-ups.

- What?

- You're a disgrace to this sport.

Shut up, old man!

You don't know where I came from.

Balboa, your family doin' real nice.

You call yourself a fighter, prove it.

Give me the same chance.

The way you been duckin' is a disgrace.

If he ain't no coward,

why don't he fight me?

- I can't listen to this...

- I don't care what you're ranked.

- You don't get no shot, and I mean that!

- What are you doin'? I wanna fight him.

Well, you got him.

But you fight him without me.

- What are you sayin'?

- It's finished. I don't want no more of this.

I don't want no more of it.

You understand? None of it!

It's over with!

Hey, woman! Hey, woman. Listen here.

Since your old man ain't got no heart,

maybe you wanna see a real man?

I bet you stay up every night

dreaming you had a real man, huh?

Bring your pretty little self over to my

apartment and I'll show you a real man.

You want it, you got it! You got it, man!

I'll see you in the ring! You got it!

Rocky, don't! Come on.

Rocky, please. Let's go talk.

OK, Adrian.

(Adrian) Rocky! Let's talk.

Why'd you leave?

Why'd you walk away like that?

Life's too short, kid.

- Where you goin'?

- I'm goin' on a permanent vacation.

What do you mean?

We got one more fight.

No, no. Not "we". You.

Why are you doin' this?

- I said, why you doin' this?

- Because you can't win, Rock.

This guy'll kill you to death

inside of three rounds.

- You're crazy.

- What else is new?

- He's just another fighter.

- No, he ain't.

This guy is a wreckin' machine.

And he's hungry. You ain't been

hungry since you won that belt.

- What? I had ten title defences.

- That was easy.

- What do you mean, easy?

- They was hand-picked!

- Set-ups?

- No, they weren't set-ups!

They was good fighters.

But they wasn't killers, like this guy.

He'll knock ya into tomorrow, Rock.

Jeez, Mick.

Why'd you do it?

Because the beating that you got from

Apollo shoulda killed you, kid. It didn't.

It was my job to keep you winning,

and to keep you healthy.

You really don't think

I got nothin' left, do you?

Well, Rock, let's... let's put it this way.

Now, three years ago,

you was supernatural.

You was...

You was hard, and you was nasty...

...and you had this cast-iron jaw.

But then, the worst thing happened to you

that could happen to any fighter.

You got civilised.

But don't worry, kid.

You know, presidents retire,

generals retire, horses retire.

Man o' War retired.

They put him out to stud.

That's what you shoulda done - retire.

I can't retire knowin' all this, Mick.

- Aw, don't push it.

- You been carrying me.

- We don't need it.

- You been carrying me, though.

I haven't been carryin' you,

I've been protectin' ya.

No, I want this fight. Just one more.

- No, we don't need it.

- I'll live in the gym.

- We don't need it.

- Mick, I do.

- I'm askin' you to train me one last time.

- No, no. I can't.

If you don't, uh...

...l'm gonna tell everybody you ain't

bought new underwear in ten years.

- You would, wouldn't ya?

- Yeah. Absolutely.

No, no.

Come on.

One more time - it's over. It's a deal?

- Go on, go on.

- It's your head, kid. It's your head.

Yeah, it is. Thanks, man.

# Pushin', gettin' ready for the fight

# Pushin', every day and night

# Pushin', gettin' ready for the fight

# Pushin', every day and night

# Pushin', gettin' ready for the fight...

Rocky robes here!

Get your Rocky robes here!

Rocky robes, hot off the truck!

Clean stuff. Get your robes!

# On the night of the fight

# I will survive

# There's nowhere to run,

there's nowhere to hide

# On the night of the fight

# It's just you and I

# There's nowhere to run,

there's nowhere to hide...

Collectors' item! Get your buttons here!

(Mickey) You can't stand toe to toe with

this guy or he'll deposit you up on Mars.

He's too tough. He's too strong.

Listen, how the hell can we

train in this creep joint here?

This is kind of a house of ill repute,

or somethin', is it?

- Why did you rent this joint?

- Aw, come on. Let's go out in style.

You wanna go out in style,

go out in one piece.

Now, come on, let's get outta here,

back to the old gym.

Let's get some blood

and sweat and tears around here.

- Can we do that?

- Hey, will you just relax and enjoy it, OK?

They love it, Mick.

Go on, fight.

Fight now, go ahead. Fight it, fight it.

Get rough. Get tough. Get brutal. That's it.

Excuse me. Can I get a kiss?

- Yeah, sure.

- Get outta here, will ya?

This is like fightin' in a zoo.

Is that the way you train for Clubber?

He ain't gonna kiss ya. He's gonna kill ya.

Get outta here!

- Hey, Rock. How about a picture?

- Yeah, sure.

This'll tell us a story.

That's it, side to side.

Side to side, Rock.

Shut up back there, can't you?

Change your tune.

That's it. Pull front punches. That's it, kid.

You're a deadly weapon.

Time! Time, time, time. Quit it.

You're OK. Come on.

Put this on before you catch pneumonia.

I'll give you a rubdown too.

Listen, I don't like to hear much

of what comes out of people's mouths...

...and I don't like soft-talkin' moments.

- That's for sure.

- But I just wanna tell ya one thing.

- That I'm proud of ya.

- Well, thanks a lot.

That's all right, kid. Let's get outta here.

Hey, Mick. What do you think

we're gonna do when it's all over?

I don't know. Maybe join up with a circus.

(laughs) Yeah, maybe.

All right, let's get out.

(Rocky hums circus music)

Good evening.

With Bill Baldwin, I'm Stu Nahan.

Welcome to this heavyweight title fight,

which may be the most memorable of all.

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