Rocky V Page #10

- Is that what this is about?

- Yeah. And I ain't nobody's robot.

Nobody's boy! Now are you accepting

the challenge or are you yellow?

He has no class. Come on, Rocko.

Hey, he has no class! Come on.

Hey, it ain't him. You wanna

shoot some eightball or somethin'?

Hey! I ain't through talkin' with you yet!

Look, I ain't got

no more to say to you, OK?

- I wanted good things for you.

- Like hell. You're only in it for the money.

I'm tired of walkin'

in your shadow like a robot!

You thought I was in this

for the money, Tommy?

We were supposed to be like brothers,

you know?

You don't know it,

but you got a deception here.

This guy was using you for the bait.

He wants to get you and me in the ring.

He wants us to fight each other

to make the money.

He don't care about you

and he don't care about me neither.

Come on. Enough of the fantasy.

Let's talk reality.

Rocky Balboa, are you prepared

to accept Tommy's challenge?

- Tommy...

- Hey! I would have taken you any time.

- You're a piece of garbage.

- This ain't none of your business.

- None of my business?

- Come on, Paulie. Forget it.

He spit blood for you,

put you ahead of his own family.

And you bring these rat bums

around here? Kill his dignity?

Rocko made you your shot.

He's the real champ. You're just a joke!

Get out of here before I break your face.

Paulie?

- Don't break your hand on that bum!

- Paulie, are you OK?

You shoulda left him on the street,

where you found him.

- Merlin, get him outta here. Get him out!

- Get off of me!

You knocked him down.

Why don't you try knockin' me down?

No, in the ring. Tommy Gunn only fights

in the ring! Let's get outta here.

- My ring's outside.

- Yeah? Let's do it.

Let's go live. Go live!

- He's a punk, Rocky.

- He's a street fighter. You a prizefighter.

- Don't be a damn fool.

- You don't own me!

- You don't own me!

- What's wrong? Take it easy.

Nobody does! I want my respect.

Well, come and get it. Come on, Tommy.

I loved you, man! Do you know that?

You and me, we were supposed

to be like this, Tommy.

You blew it! You...

Lucky punch. But I told you

never to fight a street fighter fight.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- You're always a champ, Rocky. Great.

Great stuff. This is beautiful!

Mom! Mom! It's Dad!

- He's on TV. He's fighting!

- What?!

Come on, man! Come on!

Come on, Balboa! Who's your papa now?

- (ringing)

- Come on! Come on!

Come on, Balboa! Come on!

(distorted) Come on!

- Rocky, you gotta get up.

- Come on, get up!

Come on!

Rocky!

You're out!

If he dies, he dies.

You're the champ.

Now get up. One more round!

Get up! Don't lay down.

Fight this guy hard.

Come on! Come on!

He's no machine. I didn't hear no bell!

Get up, you son of a b*tch,

cos Mickey loves ya.

Yo, Tommy!

I didn't hear no bell.

- One more round.

- Tommy, get back! Come on.

- You don't need this.

- You lose, you're finished!

I got one more round. Come on.

I'm not gonna knock you out this time.

I'm gonna put you through the street.

- One more round.

- Come on, Rocky!

Come on, Tommy.

Come on! Again!

Come on, Tommy!

Touch me and I'll sue.

All right, Rocky. You've done it.

What in the hell are you doin'?

Get up! What in the hell...?

Come on, knock the bum out!

He took my room!

Jab! Jab! Come on!

You're losin' everything! Come on!

Come on, Dad! You can beat him!

Fight back, you bum. Fight back!

Stop!

Rocky!

Come on, Dad! Go for it!

Hit him, Dad! Come on!

Hit him, Dad! Come on!

Go for it!

(crowd) Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Hey, Adrian.

You were right. You were right.

Goddamn!

Only in America.

Hey, Rock! You outclassed the bum, huh?

(chuckles)

Yeah!

Rocky, come on. Don't.

Touch me and I'll sue.

Come on, punk. Touch me and I'll sue.

Sue me for what?

Rocky! Rocky! Tu si che sei una forza!

- Hey, yo, Father!

- Dio ti benedica!

I love it when he does that.

(crowd) Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

- We're gonna be late.

- Come on, Speedy Gonzalez!

- Come on. You can do better than that.

- No way.

I don't know. It's like these steps keep

growin' taller every year. My goodness!

Look at this thing.

As long as this thing is here...

...pigeons is always

gonna have a place to sit.

I can't believe it.

This is where it all started for me.

- Runnin' up and down these steps.

- Dad...

- Dad, we're gonna be late.

- Oh, yeah. OK.

Hey, wait. What's wrong with your ear?

- What's wrong with it?

- You got somethin' wrong, like a bump.

What bump?

This bump.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Hey, you deserve it.

Thank you for bein' born. Thank you.

- What do you think? The new me?

- Well, uh...

- You're the daughter I always wanted!

- What are you talkin' about?

Hey, don't punch me. I'm gettin' brittle

as it is. Look at this, you know?

I been runnin' up and down

these steps for 20 years.

And I never knew there was

valuable pictures in this building.

You're never too old to learn somethin'

new. You're gonna love Picasso.

Oh, yeah. Well, I love almost everybody.

( # "The Measure of a Man"

by Elton John)

# These battered hands are all you own

# This broken heart that's turned to stone

# Go hang your glory on the wall

# There comes a time when castles fall

# And all that's left is shifting in the sand

# You're out of time, you're out of place

# Look at your face

# That's the measure of a man

# This coat that fits you like a glove

# These dirty streets you learn to love

# So welcome back, my long lost friend

# You've been to hell and back again

# And God alone knows

how you crossed that span

# Back on the beat, back to the start

# Trusting your heart

# That's the measure of a man

# It's the fire in the eyes,

the lines on the hand

# It's the things you understand

# Permanent ties

from which you once ran

# That's the measure of a man

# You've come full circle,

now you're home

# Without the gold, without the chrome

# And this is where you've always been

# You had to lose so you could win

# And rise above your troubles

while you can

# Now you can love, now you can lose

# Now you can choose

# And that's the measure of a man

# It's the fire in the eyes,

the lines on the hand

# It's the things you understand

# The permanent ties

from which you once ran

# That's the measure of a man

# You've come full circle,

now you're home

# Without the gold, without the chrome

# And this is where you've always been

# You had to lose so you could win

# And rise above your troubles

while you can

# Now you can love, now you can lose

# Now you can choose

# That's the measure of a man

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