Victor Young Perez Page #4

your fights with Genaro,

MacGuire,

Dexter,

Brown...

You're not as good as Schmeling,

Carnera,

or Brekanstratte.

But for someone of your race,

it's commendable.

At the time,

I found it painful to think that a Jew

could become

a world-boxing champion.

You must have paid off

the referees or cheated.

That's more like your kind.

As was proven.

I've decided

to reveal your true face

to your people.

You will box

here in the camp,

opposite real Aryans.

And there's no chance to buy off

the referee,

since the referee

will be me.

In the meantime,

so as not to be too unfair,

I'll give you a job in the kitchen.

It's not as hard.

And you can train, too.

And you'll have two bowls

of soup a day

instead of one.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

As they say.

At ease.

Enjoy your meal.

That's enough.

Get back to work.

What's going on?

That man looked at me

like he knew me.

Thanks.

Stop that now!

Enough!

What's going on?

He stole food from the kitchen.

You're the boxer, right?

No stealing, little boxer.

Get lost.

Hurry up, get lost!

Hurry up, get lost!

Victor.

Gentle, my brother. You'll break me.

Sorry, sorry.

How did you get here?

I came looking for you.

I couldn't leave you alone.

Don't cry, my brother.

Don't cry, my brother.

Don't cry.

I'm here.

Your trainer?

I need him.

He'll be my sparring partner.

He can barely stand.

Alright.

That way you can't complain

you were mistreated.

"I've got to help Victor..."

"with his training."

It's time.

I've got to help Victor

with his training.

What are you doing, Victor?

Take it easy.

You won't last like that.

I've no more strength in my arms.

They won. I'm already finished.

Everyone knows it.

It's just a show for them.

You don't have a chance.

Everyone knows it.

Giving up means death.

I don't know how, but I'll fight.

It's my mektoub.

I prefer finishing in a ring.

At least, death will have an adversary.

It's time. Gather the stuff.

We've got to go.

Don't forget the bread I swiped

from the kitchen.

What about Maxo?

I had no news after Berlin.

Lots of people died that night.

Remember

when you went back to Tunis?

That night,

I wanted to start training right,

and bring back Bellires.

I wasn't washed up yet,

just stupid.

I didn't manage to talk to you.

Victor, you were...

You're a king, a lion.

When you do something,

it's big right away.

I'm not like that.

All those years, I lived for you.

I was like your guardian,

but I wanted

to have a life of my own.

I wanted to open a store,

have a family.

Do simple things, day after day.

Paris wasn't for me.

I wanted to go home,

eat Mom's meatballs,

get sun burned.

That's what I wanted.

Did you think of your own career?

You kidding?

With my porcelain hands,

I could barely be a sparring partner.

My career...

My career was you, Victor.

I would've done anything

to get you to come with me.

I couldn't go home.

I was so in debt.

Remember when we were little.

I did so many stupid things

that Dad chained me to the bed.

I cried, screamed.

You always managed to unchain me.

Remember?

Even if you got a hiding,

you helped me.

How could I live without you?

The price is too high here.

The price is too high here.

Don't fall. Stand straight.

Hold on, Joseph.

Hold on.

Say Kaddish for me.

You've got to hold on.

Don't leave me. Stay with me.

He's the boxer.

That one's dead.

The Frherlager wants to see you.

You're Perez's sparring partner,

right?

Go join him

and help him get prepared.

It's time.

Hurry up!

Nice little rat.

Get up, follow me.

Are you OK?

It's my legs.

They're heavy.

Stay on the mat.

Stay on the mat.

He'll kill you.

You thought it'd be easy?

Think you can get rid

of the Yid so quick!

Get away.

It won't be long.

Stay down!

Head down.

Stay on the mat.

Stop this!

Good night, my darling.

Gotta give in, little bro.

You got nothing to prove.

No, I'll break his face first!

No, I'm not giving in!

I'm world champion!

Stop!

Stay on the mat.

We gotta get the little girls.

We gotta get the little girls in Berlin.

You're not alone.

They're all with you.

I hear them.

Several months later, as the Red Army advances,

the camps are urgently evacuated to the west.

Death March

January 1945

I can't go on, Ben.

I never liked walking.

You know,

running in a ring, sure.

But not walking.

You'll tell them.

You'll tell them I fought.

There are woods over there.

I'll divert them.

You gotta run

and keep running.

I can't.

Yes, you can!

Who'll tell of my achievements

if we both die?

Who'll say the Kaddish for me?

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you, Kid.

You're the champion now.

Rate this script:3.0 / 1 vote