Street Page #2

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at the gym with me.

Tell you what, why don't

you come down to the gym,

check it out, meet Greg.

My neice that was at

the liquor mart with me,

I'm sure she would

love to say thanks.

- Yeah?

- I don't usually have people

fight my fights for me.

I mean there was a time I

would be right there with you,

back to back, slug

for slug, but...

Well, I guess it's

true what they say.

"Those who can't

do anymore, teach."

You're talented.

Let me teach you.

- No, thanks man.

I gotta get up early.

I got a job interview so...

- Hey, you know, I'm

looking for someone

to help me down at the gym.

Keep the place clean,

assist with the day-to-day.

I can pay you 15 bucks an hour.

Plus, you can train for free.

Think about it.

- You should do it.

- I'm sorry, ma.

Did we wake you?

- Mmm.

This gym, this coach...

This is a real opportunity

for you isn't it.

- Alright, give me a

kiss for good luck.

Mmm!

Feeling lucky already.

Better make it two just in case.

Alright, remember, you wait

for Shannon to walk you home.

- Mhmm.

- Alright, go get smarter.

- Pretty, pretty girl.

It be shame to have accident

at elementary school.

Or you could just get

in car, your choice.

Smart.

- This is him?

Do you know who I am?

- An average,

friendly gym owner?

They teach dance class?

No?

- You think you are funny, huh?

I find your cowboy bravado

a problem.

You see, you have given me,

dilemma.

- How's that?

- You put your

nose into something

that did not concern you.

Problem in store is between

my good friend James and me.

Not you.

Now your cowboy antics

has taken away two

of my top fighters.

- Top fighters?

- Street trash.

- They say every

dog has his day,

and today is your

day street dog.

- Today we found out whether

yesterday was truly skill,

or if you just got lucky.

- Thanks, but I'll pass.

- Nyet.

You will step into that ring,

and we will find out what

you're really made of.

- I'm not your dog.

I don't fight for you.

- You do now,

or I send these gentlemen

to visit your drug-addict

mother, with your

head in cardboard box,

and then they bring your

sweet, little sister to me,

and I sell her to

highest bidder.

And also,

like your war hero father,

shot down in prime in

filthy streets of Iraq,

well, I know those streets too.

It's tragic.

- This is between you and me.

Leave my family outta this.

- Not possible.

You see, I too am family man.

Anatoly is not only one

of my best fighters,

he is also my brother.

It is your choice.

Two minutes.

Starting now, street dog.

So, this is more than just

good look, eh street dog?

- We're even.

I won.

You leave my family alone.

- Well, it's impressive but,

we are hardly even.

- No, that's not what you said...

- no!

I said, if you survive

for two minutes,

I'd let you keep your head.

This is our deal.

You have cost me two fighters.

I have now have two

fights and no fighters.

You will step in,

and you will take their place.

If you win,

I will leave your family alone.

- And if I lose?

- Anatoly will cut off

your hands.

Be ready to fight!

- When?

All you need to know

is when I snap my fingers,

you come like dog.

Do you understand?

That is our deal.

- Hey jazzy.

- Hey Ozzy.

- How are you?

- I'm great,

testing the soil acidity

and measurements today.

- Oh, when am I going

to some samples,

so I can do my own

quality control?

- We should be harvesting some

vegetables later this week.

You know, I could use some

help with the heavy lifting,

shoveling soil...

- yeah, that sounds

like young mens' work.

I'll get some of my

hotheads to come over,

and blow off some extra steam.

- Sounds good.

What's he doing here?

- Well, you have

your experiments,

I've got mine.

- Ozzy, you're trouble.

- Hey there.

- Hi.

Listen, I never got to thank

you for the other night.

- I'm sure you coulda

handled yourself.

- Yeah.

I'm Jasmine.

- Remo.

- It's nice to meet you.

- Officially.

- Ah, well, I gotta

get some work done,

but have fun in there.

- Ok.

I'll see you around.

- Yeah.

- Thanks Ozzy.

- You came.

- Yep.

- Didn't think I

was gonna see ya.

It's been a couple of days.

- Ok, so on busy days,

you'll be in charge

of the morning stuff.

That's cleaning the mats,

turning on the lights,

checking the temperature,

and folding and stocking

towels, and anything else

that needs to be done.

Pretty easy, right?

- Yeah, when do I get started?

- Dante!

Come here, I want

you to meet someone.

Meet your new sparring

partner, Remo.

- Call me street.

- Inferno.

- Like, Dante's inferno?

- Just know I bring the heat.

- Well, he got his ass

burned his last fight.

- Alright ladies, enough

chatting and more training.

Let's go.

- Hey, how ya holdin' up.

- Sore.

Piece o' cake though, right?

- Oh, it's gets easier and

then we make it hard again.

A little advance on your salary.

Most fighters I know

could use the cash.

- Are you sure?

- Are you coming back tomorrow?

- Yeah.

- Then, yeah.

- Thanks coach.

Hey, so uh, coach?

- Mhmm?

I watch my sister on somedays,

and then I bring her

to school on others.

You think I could bring

her here if I have her,

or would that be...

- Well, I think the first

one raised in our office

turned out fine.

- 'Night boys!

- G'night.

- What?

- Watch yourself.

- I always do.

- You got a ride, or

are you takin' the bus?

- Neither.

I'll see you tomorrow, coach.

- James! James!

My good friend, James!

Where are you going so early?

That fight's not

finished yet, hey?

My Patience will last only

so long with you, James.

I have not forgotten

what you owe,

and I would imagine

that neither have you.

- You know I'm

good for it, Yuri.

- Are you?

My colleagues are

beginning to ask why me

why I let everything go

so long with you owing

so much money, it's

bad for business!

I have said, "trust me,

trust James, he'll pay",

don't make me a liar, James.

You pay, one week.

Do you understand?

Get out of my sight.

- Coach oz, that you?

Hey, I'm sorry man,

I didn't know anybody

was gonna...

You're Sterling kid, right?

- What the hell

are you doing here?

- Oh, coach oz hired me to

work here part time and...

- well, you already

know who I am,

which means you also know

that this is my dad's gym.

Which also makes it mine.

- Street.

Got it.

- Yeah.

- Drop your shoulders,

not your hands!

C'mon! Circle, move!

Check your hands Greg!

Alright, 30 second break.

Greg, c'mere.

Stay tight, ok?

But don't be afraid

to let 'em go.

You've got a reach advantage

over this next guy,

but he's a wrestler,

so make him stand,

and wear him out

on his feet, ok?

And try to remember to keep

the range on the angle,

and fire after

you move, alright?

Let's go!

- So you like that?

Yo, towel boy!

- What?

- What's your name again?

- Remo, Remo street.

- Remo?

Like, really, that's

like, really your name?

- That's what I said.

- Dude, c'mon.

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