“ROCKY” by Sylvester Stallone

This its the original script for the classic film ROCKY, a boxing saga where Rocky Balboa, a small-time boxer gets a supremely rare chance to fight the heavy-weight champion, Apollo Creed, in a bout in which he strives to go the distance for his self-respect. 
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Cast

  • Sylvester Stallone as Rocky Balboa, an enforcer for a loan shark by day and a semi-pro boxer by night. He is given the chance at the heavyweight title.
  • Talia Shire as Adrian Pennino, Rocky’s love interest; a shy and quiet pet store clerk who falls in love with Rocky and supports him through his training.
  • Burt Young as Paulie Pennino, Adrian’s brother; a meat-packing plant worker by trade, Paulie permits Rocky to train in the freezeR.
  • Carl Weathers as Apollo Creed, Rocky’s opponent and the heavyweight champion (the character was influenced by the outspoken boxing great Muhammad Ali).
  • Burgess Meredith as Mickey Goldmill, Rocky’s manager and trainer, a former bantamweight fighter from the 1920s and the owner of the local boxing gym.
  • Thayer David as Miles Jergens, the fight promoter who has “promoted fights all over the world”.
  • Joe Spinell as Tony Gazzo, loan shark and Rocky’s employer.
  • Tony Burton as Tony “Duke” Evers, Apollo Creed’s manager and trainer (Burton’s role became more prominent in later Rocky films).

 

MASTER SCRIPT: INCLUDES ALL REVISIONS AS OF 1/7/76  REVISED:

 

INT. BLUE DOOR FIGHT CLUB – NIGHT

 

SUPERIMPOSE OVER ACTION… “NOVEMBER 12, 1975 – PHILADELPHIA”

 

… The club itself resembles a large unemptied trash-can.

The boxing ring is extra small to insure constant battle.

The lights overhead have barely enough wattage to see who is

fighting.

 

In the ring are two heavyweights, one white the other black.

The white fighter is ROCKY BALBOA.  He is thirty years old.

His face is scarred and thick around the nose… His black

hair shines and hangs in his eyes.  Rocky fights in a

plodding, machine-like style.  The BLACK FIGHTER dances and

bangs combinations into Rocky’s face with great accuracy.

But the punches do not even cause Rocky to blink… He grins

at his opponent and keeps grinding ahead.

 

The people at ringside sit on folding chairs and clamor for

blood… They lean out of their seats and heckle the fighters.

In the thick smoke they resemble spectres.  Everyone is

hustling bets… The action is even heavier in the balcony.

A housewife yells for somebody to cover a two dollar bet.

 

The BELL RINGS and the fighters return to their corner…

Somebody heaves a beer can into the ring.

 

The Black Fighter spits something red in a bucket and sneers

across the ring at Rocky.

 

                               BLACK FIGHTER

                       (to cornerman)

               … I’m gonna bust his head

               wide open!

 

In Rocky’s corner he is being assisted by a shriveled,

balding CORNERMAN, who is an employee of the club… He

works on Rocky without any enthusiasm.

 

                               CORNERMAN

                       (lackluster)

               … Ya waltzin’ — Give the

               suckers some action.

 

                               ROCKY

               Hey —

 

                               CORNERMAN

                       (overriding)

               Ya movin’ like a bum — Want

               some advice —

 

                               ROCKY

               … Just gimme the water.

 

 

                                                                            2.

 

 

A FIGHT FAN rushes up to Rocky… He is sixty-five, with

yellow teeth and wearing sunglasses.

 

                               FAN

               Should I bet the fight don’t

               go the distance — Ya feel

               strong?

 

                               ROCKY

               Absolutely.

 

                               CORNERMAN

               … Ya want some good advice?

 

                               ROCKY

               … I just want the mouthpiece.

 

The BELL RINGS… Rocky makes the sign of the cross.  The

fighters engage in battle.  The other fighter grabs Rocky in

a clinch and purposely butts him… The butt opens a bleeding

cut on the corner of Rocky’s eye.

 

Rocky becomes furious over the foul and drives a flurry into

the man’s body… Rocky slams the man on the jaw and the

fighter is out for the night.  The fans throw rubbish into

the ring.  Rocky ignores it.

 

The fans loudly go about collecting bets.  The referee does

not bother to even count the fighter out and drags him under

the ropes where he is placed on a stretcher.  Two new

fighters enter the ring.  Rocky slips on a tattered robe.

Embroidered clumsily on the back is, “The Italian Stallion.”

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               Winner, Rocky Balboa — Next a

               six rounder between local

               lightweights.

 

Without pomp Rocky climbs out of the ring and bums a

cigarette from a spectator… The fighter on the stretcher

passes behind him.  He watches for a moment and continues up

the aisle… Before he even reaches the rear of the club the

BELL RINGS and the next fight has already begun… Rocky

fades into the darkness of the rear of the club.

 

THE TITLE CREDITS END:

 

INT. DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Rocky has nearly completed dressing and reaches into his

locker for his hat… Also in the dingy room are ten other

fighters… Two taped fighters talk shop in the corner.

 

 

                                                                            3.

 

 

                               FIGHTER #1

               … Tomorrow me an’ my woman

               are gonna tip on down to

               Atlantic City, man.

 

                               FIGHTER #2

               … It’s cold, Bro’.

 

                               FIGHTER #1

               … That’s right, I got the

               city to myself…

 

Another paces nervously… Two other fighters shadowbox and

spit nervously on the floor.

 

A young pug combs his hair and listens to a portable RADIO

that is BLASTING MUSIC.

 

The fighter that Rocky has just defeated is drinking a beer

and joking with three other fighters… Some of the fighters

are smoking.  The room is cloudy.

 

A short man of fifty enters.  He is dressed in a sweater

buttoned over a t-shirt.

 

                               PROMOTER

               …Balboa!?

 

Rocky raises his head.  The promoter steps over.

 

                               PROMOTER

                       (continuing)

               … Twenty bucks for the

               locker an’ cornerman — Two

               bucks for the towel an’

               shower, seven for tax — The

               house owes ya, sixty-one

               dollars.

 

The man peels off the money and departs… Rocky closes his

locker, nods to the defeated fighter, and leaves.

 

INT. TROLLEY – NIGHT

 

Rocky is on the trolley heading to South Philly… The

trolley is empty except for a thin old black WOMAN… The

black Woman studies Rocky’s bruised face… Rocky becomes

self-conscious.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (almost apologetic)

               I’m a fighter.

 

 

                                                                            4.

 

 

                               WOMAN

                       (tired)

               … Yo’ iz an accident.

 

EXT. STREET – NIGHT

 

Rocky exits the trolley and walks down the block… He waves

at a pair of high-heeled hookers and they wave back.

 

Rocky passes a sleeping wino curled in front of a dirty

bookstore.  Rocky drags the man into a protective passageway.

 

Further down the street, Rocky pauses in front of the

“ANIMAL TOWN PET SHOP”… He peers into the dark store and

sees a sad, huge dog sitting in the window.  He mumbles to

the dog and continues to the corner.

 

EXT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

A short while later, Rocky approaches his apartment located

in the most deprived section of South Philly.  He kicks away

the litter that has gathered against the apartment steps and

enters.

 

INT. ROCKY’S HALLWAY – NIGHT

 

The narrow hallway is painted olive brown.  A single light

bulb illuminates the gloomy corridor.

 

INT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Rocky enters.  The one-room apartment is drab, with a

curling boxing poster of Rocky Marciano tacked on the wall…

Nailed against the far wall is a mattress.  The mattress is

used as a punching bag.  Stuffing spills out of the center.

 

Rocky drops his coat on the floor.  He puts on a pair of

glasses.  He crosses to a small turtle bowl… He lifts the

creatures.

 

                               ROCKY

               …Look who’s home.

 

Rocky starts to boil a pan of water on his hot plate, then

places an old 45 RPM record on a battered phonograph.  The

record is a tune, “ALL IN THE GAME.”

 

… As the CRACKLING MUSIC BEGINS, Rocky picks up his

hairbrush.  Using it like a microphone, he mimes to the

record.  He assumes the posture of a famous singer crooning

to thousands of adoring fans… He then switches into a

bullish fighting stance and throws several punches.

 

The water boils.  Rocky soaks his badly-swollen hands.

 

 

                                                                            5.

 

 

EXT. SUNRISE OF PHILADELPHIA SKYLINE – DAWN

 

We SEE the jagged skyline, highlighted by the towering

figure of William Penn that rises above the dawn haze as it

sits majestically above City Hall…

 

EXT. DOCKS – EARLY MORNING

 

Rocky is walking along the waterfront… He has a bandaid

over one eye.  He looks at the rugged stevedores going about

their business… He stuffs his hands in his cheap wool

jacket and approaches a ship being unloaded.

 

Rocky passes two thick Mafia types leaning against a parked

car.  These men look like blood drinkers.

 

                               MAFIA #1

               Yo, Rock — How’s your Boss?

 

                               ROCKY

               Real good.

 

                               MAFIA #2

               Fightin’ again?

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah, here an’ there.

 

                               MAFIA #1

               Mebbe we make sum money

               togather soon… Give ya boss

               my best.

 

Rocky shrugs and moves away… He nears a heavy man working

the crane.  The heavy man looks frightened… He stops the

crane and hurries into the ship’s hole.  Rocky dashes up the

gangplank.

 

INT. SHIP – DAY

 

The man enters the ship’s hole and runs past tons of stacked

crates and coffee beans.

 

Rocky sprints after him… He lunges and flings the man by

the neck against the wall of stacked cargo.

 

                               FATS

                       (terror-filled)

               Don’t hit the face!  Not the

               face!!

 

                               ROCKY

               Mr. Gazzo wants the two

               hundred now!

 

 

                                                                            6.

 

 

                               FATS

               Honest to God I’m broke —

               Gimme a break.

 

                               ROCKY

               Mr. Gazzo says I should get

               two hundred or break the thumb.

 

                               FATS

               Please, I need my hands to

               work — Christ, don’t bust my

               thumbs.

 

At wits’ end the man picks up a large metal hook used by

stevedores.  Rocky remains cool.

 

                               ROCKY

               Goin’ fishin’?

 

The man drops the hook.

 

                               ROCKY

               What’s ya name again?

 

                               FATS

               Bob.

 

                               ROCKY

               Look, Bob, if ya wanna dance,

               ya gotta pay the band — If ya

               borrow, ya gotta pay the man…

               Me, I ain’t emotionally

               involved.

 

Rocky’s determined expression strikes home.  The fat man

quickly fumbles through his pockets and hands over a small

wad of bills.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing; counting)

               A hundred an’ thirty.

 

                               FATS

               That’s it, I’m broke.

 

                               ROCKY

               That’s it? — Completely?

 

                               FATS

               That’s it.

 

                               ROCKY

               What about for food an’ stuff?

 

 

                                                                            7.

 

 

                               FATS

               You have my food in ya hand.

 

Rocky looks almost sympathetically into the fat man’s

flushed expression.

 

                               ROCKY

               … The juice is climbin’

               every week.

 

                               FATS

               I know the juice is climbin’ —

               I been workin’ six months just

               to pay the damn interest.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya still light seventy.

 

                               FATS

               Waits! — Be smart.  Ya don’t

               have to break nothin’ — Here,

               take my coat, it’s worth

               fifty-sixty dollars.  It’s

               yours.

 

The man quickly removes his coat and extends it…

 

                               FATS

                       (continuing)

               See, ya a smart guy, Gazzo’s

               don’t have to know nuthin’.

               I’ll go tape up the hand like

               ya broke my thumb.  Gazzo

               won’t be wise to nothin’ — Be

               a smart guy, keep the coat,

               we’ll fake like ya broke the

               hand.

 

The man extends his coat again… Rocky suddenly grabs the

man’s thumb and bends him to his knees.

 

                               FATS

                       (almost a whisper)

               No – no – no – Please –

               Please – Please don’t…

 

Rocky releases the man who remains almost in shock.  The

thumb is fine.

 

                               ROCKY

               …That’s what coulda happened.

                       (walks off.)

 

 

                                                                            8.

 

 

EXT. STREET – DAY

 

Later that morning Rocky passes “Animal Town Pet Shop” in

South Philly… The shop is not very prosperous looking.  In

the window hangs a sign reading “Today’s special — Mixed

Kittens — $1.50″… Rocky stops at this shop every morning.

He stares at a litter of Lhasa Apsa puppies.  He taps the

window and whistles.  He SEES a girl behind the counter and

presses his face against the window and does his impression

of the Hunchback of Notre Dame.  The girl nervously looks

away.

 

The girl behind the counter is ADRIAN KLEIN.  She is not

very attractive, but pleasant-looking.  Thirty years old.

Brown hair pulled back.  Light skinned.  She wears glasses.

 

Rocky really stops by to flirt with Adrian, but she is so

painfully shy nothing ever gets started… Rocky enters.

 

INT. PET SHOP – DAY

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Could you take the puppy

               out —

 

                               CUSTOMER

               It can breathe.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Please –

 

                               CUSTOMER

               Please, nothin’ – I paid for

               this dog and can do whatever I

               want with it – I can throw it

               through the window if I want –

               Now give me my two dollars

               back before I do throw it

               through the window.

 

Rocky walks over to her, stares hard in her face and snatches

the bag out of her hand.  He removes the puppy and hands it

to Adrian.

 

                               CUSTOMER

               Get away from me – Give me that!

 

Rocky takes a couple dollars out of his pocket and hands it

to the lady… She nervously exits.

 

                               ROCKY

               … How’s the turtle food this

               week?

 

 

                                                                            9.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Fine.

 

                               ROCKY

               Me, I’m kinda aggravated.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … I’m sorry.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ain’t your fault – Here’s the

               problem.

 

Adrian nods… Though charmed, she is slightly intimidated.

 

                               ROCKY

               The last food I got here had

               more moths than flies — An’

               the moths get caught in my

               turtle’s throat — That makes

               them cough —

 

The OWNER, a squat woman of forty, steps out of the back and

waves at Rocky.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Yo, Gloria — I was talkin’

               about the turtle food — Like

               I was sayin’, the moths get

               caught in the turtle’s throat

               an’ makes ’em cough…

                       (coughs)

               A little cough an’ I gotta

               smack ’em on the shell — An’

               whatta think they get?

 

Adrian shrugs.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               I smack ’em hard on the shell

               an’ they get… What?

 

                               ADRIAN

               … I don’t know.

 

                               ROCKY

               Shell-shocked!

 

Both the Owner and Adrian smile.

 

 

                                                                     10.

 

 

                               OWNER

               Startin’ with the bad jokes

               early today, huh.

 

                               ROCKY

               Inventin’ jokes ain’t easy.

 

Rocky steps over to a large cage at the rear of the shop…

Inside is a huge dog.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               How’s Butkus this mornin’?

 

                               OWNER

               Ain’t had time to check ’em.

 

Rocky opens the cage and the large dog jumps out and looks

very happy.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, Butkus — Dead.  Play dead.

 

The dog plays dead.

 

                               ROCKY

               …What kinda dog is this again?

 

                               OWNER

               Bullmastiff.

 

                               ROCKY

               The owner was suppose to pick

               him up three weeks ago.

 

                               OWNER

               We’re not responsible for

               animals left over thirty

               days – We board it ain’t a

               animal shelter, Y’know.

               …Adrian, I want you to clean

               all those cat cages downstairs,

               they’re a mess.

                       (Adrian nods.)

 

 

Rocky waves goodbye to Adrian and exits the shop.

 

EXT. LEHIGH ST. TRAIN TRESTLE – DAY

 

Gazzo picks up Rocky.

 

 

                                                                     11.

 

 

INT. GAZZO’S CAR – MOVING – DAY

 

MR. GAZZO and his YOUNG BODY GUARD sit in the front seat…

Rocky is in the back seat.

 

                               ROCKY

               He only had a hundred an’

               thirty. — I think he’s good

               for the rest next week, Mr.

               Gazzo.

 

                               GAZZO

                       (patiently)

               Sure, Rocky, Bob’s good for

               it…

 

Gazzo hands Rocky a twenty.

 

                               GAZZO

               Tomorrow collect from Del

               Rio — He’s late three weeks.

               How’d you do last night?

 

                               ROCKY

               … Fine.

 

Gazzo’s Bodyguard looks at Rocky’s bruised face in the

mirror and smiles.

 

                               BODYGUARD

               Did ya get the license number?

 

                               ROCKY

               Of wa?

 

                               BODYGUARD

               … Of the truck that run over

               your face.

 

Gazzo steps out of the car and beckons to Rocky.

 

                               GAZZO

               Yo Rock.  Did I give you a job

               this mornin?  How come ya

               didn’t break this guy’s thumb

               like I asked ya?  When ya

               don’t do what ya are told, it

               makes me look bad, kid.

 

                               ROCKY

               I figure if I break the thumb

               this guy gets thrown outta his

               job and can’t pay nothin no

               more.

 

 

                                                                     12.

 

 

                               GAZZO

               It don’t matter.  It’s my

               reputation.  These guys think

               they can get off light.  It’s

               bad for my reputation — It’s

               bad for business.  See ya

               killer.

 

Gazzo gets into his car.

 

                               GAZZO

                       (to Bodyguard)

               … The Rock’s a good kid.

 

                              BODYGUARD

                       (emotionless)

               … A meatbag.

 

They pull away.

 

EXT. GYM – DAY

 

Gazzo drives off and Rocky strolls across the street to

Goldmill’s Gym.  On the way he passes several familiar

people and exchanges waves… Out front is a young Irishman

who runs a soft pretzel stand… His name is RUDY.  It is

apparent from his face he was a prize fighter… He is blind

and mentally defective.

 

                               RUDY

               …See the fight last night?

 

                               RUDY

               Nah, I was fightin’ myself.

 

                               RUDY

               Apollo Creed beat the bum to

               pieces.

 

EXT./INT. GYM – DAY

 

Mickey’s Gym is surrounded by bars and a couple of greasy

spoons.  Out front a crowd of young Blacks talk and jive

among themselves.  Two winos lean against the entrance.

 

Rocky enters the gym… The place is nearly full.  The

MEASURED BEAT of SKIP ROPES and THROBBING SPEED BAGS makes

the room come alive, like it was a mindless piece of

machinery.  Over the loudspeaker MUSIC by the Isley Brothers

BLARES out… The music adds a background to the CLANG of

the AUTOMATIC TIMERS, SNORTING SPARRING PARTNERS and the

THUDDING of HEAVY BAGS.

 

 

                                                                     13.

 

 

The room is divided — Fifty percent Black — thirty-five

percent Latin — ten percent white — five percent other.

 

As Rocky walks through the gym many of the FIGHTERS pause to

wave and yell greetings.

 

                               FIGHTER #1

               Hey, hear ya knocked Spider

               Rice out in the sixth?

 

                               ROCKY

               The third — Shoulda seen it.

 

Rocky passes another FIGHTER punching the heavy bag.

 

                               FIGHTER #2

                       (removes glove)

               Hey, Rock, touch my hand.

 

                               ROCKY

               How come?

 

                               FIGHTER #2

               C’mon, it’s important.

 

Rocky touches the Fighter’s bare hand.

 

                               FIGHTER #2

                       (continuing)

               Can ya tell I just whacked-off?

 

Rocky smiles and moves away.

 

INT. DRESSING ROOM – DAY

 

The dressing room is lined with dented lockers.  Wooden

benches stretch across the room.  On the wall is a sign that

reads, “NO KISSING.”

 

Rocky goes to his locker.  He tries to open it but fails.

He leans his ear against the lock and rolls the tumblers.

Still it does not open.  He shakes the lock forcefully, no

luck… Rocky is flustered and sits on a bench to ponder the

situation.

 

After a moment of deep thought, Rocky stands, seizes the

bench and smashes open the lock.  Opening the door Rocky is

taken aback when he sees a set of very flashy clothes.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (mumbling)

               … These ain’t my clothes.

 

 

                                                                     14.

 

 

He sees a picture of several black girls taped on the inside

of the door.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               … These ain’t my pictures.

 

A short powerful man of thirty-five enters.  His hair looks

like it has been shaped with hedge clippers.  His name is

MIKE.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, Mike — What’s happenin’

               here?

 

                               MIKE

               It ain’t your locker no more.

 

                               ROCKY

               Whatta ya talkin’ about it

               ain’t my locker no more?

 

                               MIKE

               Listen, I’m with you — But ya

               gotta talk to Mickey — I put

               ya stuff in the bag over there.

 

Rocky looks at his belongings crammed in a wilted shopping

bag and follows Mike across the room… Mike leans his head

into the shower room.  Two Latin fighters are lathering up.

 

                               FIGHTER

               …Hey, Peanut, gimme some

               soap, Man.

 

                               MIKE

                       (irate)

               Hey, Nobody — Yeah, you,

               Nobody — You don’t call me

               Peanut.

 

                               FIGHTER

               Peanut, gimme some soap.

 

The fighters laugh.  Inflamed, Mike removes a bar of soap

from his pocket and hurls it at the insulting fighter.  It

hits just above the man’s head.  The fighters are shocked

into silence.

 

Mike turns and exits with Rocky… The fighters curse them

loudly in Spanish.

 

 

                                                                     15.

 

 

INT. GYM – DAY

 

Rocky and Mike move past fighters going through their

training routines.

 

                               ROCKY

               You were ready to bite that

               guy’s face.

 

                               MIKE

               Yeah — See the fight last

               night?  Apollo Creed beat that

               English guy bad.

 

                               ROCKY

               Creed’s great.

 

Mike fakes a friendly punch at Rocky and hurries off to

another chore…

 

INT. GYM – DAY

 

The Owner, MICKEY, sits on a stool near the entrance.  He

wears a baggy suit… He is in his late seventies.

 

Rocky approaches… Mickey is conversing with another fighter.

 

                               MICKEY

               I don’t care what nobody says,

               this bum Creed woulda never

               made it in the Thirties —

 

                               ROCKY

               Hey, how ya feelin’, Mickey?

 

                               MICKEY

                       (monotoned)

               … What?

 

                               ROCKY

               I said, how ya feelin’?

 

                               MICKEY

                       (dryly)

               Do you see me talkin’?  Huh?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (low)

               Yeah.

 

 

                                                                     16.

 

 

                               MICKEY

                       (spitting)

               Then stand there an’ wait till

               I’m done — Creed’s good,

               yeah, he’s real fine but I

               gotta boy, y’know Big Dipper,

               who’s got the stuff it takes

               to be a champ — He’s mean,

               quick, an’ big — What more

               d’ya need?  Okay, go to work…

                       (to Rocky)

               Hey — Yeah — Whatta ya want?

 

                               ROCKY

               I was talkin’ with ya man,

               Mike. — Hey, how come I been

               put outta my locker?

 

                               MICKEY

               Dipper needed it.

 

Rocky turns and looks at DIPPER sparring… Dipper is a

young, muscular heavyweight with a mean expression.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Dipper’s a climber — You’re a

               tomato.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Tomato?

 

                               MICKEY

               Facts is facts.  I run a

               business here — I’m cleanin’

               house —

 

Mickey pauses to watch a young middleweight time-skip as his

trainer sings “FASCINATIN’ RHYTHM.”

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               How old are ya?

 

                               ROCKY

               …What?

 

                               MICKEY

               How old?

 

                               ROCKY

               Come July, twenty-five.

 

 

                                                                     17.

 

 

                               MICKEY

               More like thirty.

 

                               ROCKY

               Twenty-five, thirty — What’s

               the difference? — It took me

               two months to learn the

               combination of that locker.

 

                               MICKEY

               The legs must be goin’.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah, they’re goin’, — that’s

               nature… That was my locker

               for six years.

 

                               MICKEY

               … Did ya fight last night?

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah —

 

                               MICKEY

               Did ya win?

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah, Kayo.

 

                               MICKEY

               … Who’d ya fight?

 

                               ROCKY

               Spider Rice.

 

                               MICKEY

               Rice is a bum.

 

                               ROCKY

               You think everybody I fight is

               a bum.

 

                               MICKEY

               Ain’t they?

 

Mickey shoots Rocky a quick, indifferent look and removes a

rosary from his pocket and idly rolls it around his fingers.

 

 

                                                                     18.

 

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Ya want the truth — Ya got

               heart, but ya fight like an

               ape — The only thing special

               about you is ya never got ya

               nose broke — keep ya nose

               pretty — what’s left of ya

               brain an’ retire.

 

                               ROCKY

               Listen, I’m gonna take a

               steam — Did good last night —

               Shoulda seen it.

 

                               MICKEY

               Hey, ever think about retirin’?

 

                               ROCKY

               …No.

 

                               MICKEY

               Think about it.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah, sure.

 

Shrugging, Rocky moves away.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               …I think I’m gonna take a

               steam — Shoulda seen me

               fight — Did good, y’know.

 

Mickey leans over to Mike who approaches with a mop and pail.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (gesturing

                       towards Rocky)

               Known him since he was

               fifteen — A waste of life.

 

Dejected, Rocky travels to the locker room.  He passes Big

Dipper sparring in a ring… Dipper spits a mouthful of

water in a bucket and looks smugly at Rocky.

 

                               DIPPER

                       (to Rocky)

               … I dig yo’ locker, Man.

 

                               TRAINER

               Time, Dipper.

 

 

                                                                     19.

 

 

Dipper smiles cruelly and begins sparring… Scene FADES on

Rocky’s crestfallen expression.  He moves off.

 

EXT. PET SHOP – DUSK

 

At sunset Rocky comes down the street and pauses at the pet

shop… He is eating Colonel Sanders’ fried chicken out of a

bag… He taps on the window with a chicken bone.

 

INT. PET SHOP – DUSK

 

Inside Adrian is arranging pet toys on the counter… She

hears the tapping, sees Rocky, and tenses.  Rocky enters.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Wow — cold!  Good night

               to catch pneumonia.

 

Adrian smiles slightly and moves behind the counter.  Rocky

fumbles idly among the pet toys.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Ah — I came in here for

               somethin’… Oh, yeah, would

               ya like somebody to walk ya

               home?

 

The girl wants to say yes but a tremendous inferiority

complex will not permit it… Rocky understands.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Hey, how’s my buddy doin’?

                       (looks into

                       Butkus’ cage)

               — Nice dog — Well, I’ll see

               ya later.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Goodnight, Rocky.

 

Rocky exits.  Adrian watches his departure with mixed

emotions.

 

EXT. ANDY’S BAR – NIGHT

 

A short while later Rocky arrives at Andy’s Bar… He throws

the Colonel Sanders bag and bones in a large public litter

can.  The trash can has a bicentennial picture of George

Washington pointing at a pile of garbage.  The caption

reads, “There was no litter at Valley Forge!”

 

 

                                                                     20.

 

 

INT. ANDY’S BAR – NIGHT

 

Rocky enters the bar.  He sits the Drunk in a booth…

Several drinkers wave at him.  OLD ANDY sets a mug of beer

in front of him… Rocky seems to be looking for someone.

 

                               ROCKY

               Catch pneumonia out there —

               Seen Paulie?

 

Andy casually nods towards the men’s room.

 

Rocky traverses the room and passes TWO DRUNKS leaning on

the bar.

 

INT. ANDY’S RESTROOM – NIGHT

 

Rocky enters the restroom… It is a vile stench hole with

years of the remnants of many sick drunks caked on the wall.

 

PAULIE is presently trying to comb his hair in the only

remaining piece of mirror in the room… Paulie is in his

early thirties.  He is medium height.  Brown hair.  Square

shouldered.  He has a foul personality… A classic

misanthrope.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, Paulie.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (very drunk)

               Yo, Rocky — Look at this

               mirror.  I’d like to kill the

               friggin’ moron who broke this

               mirror.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, Paulie.

 

                               PAULIE

               What?

 

                               ROCKY

               Your sister’s givin’ me the

               shoulder.

 

                               PAULIE

               Forget her.  You could do

               better than my sister.

 

                               ROCKY

               Every mornin’, every night I

               pass by — I smile.

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     21.

 

 

                               ROCKY (CONT’D)

               I say jokes.  Nothin’.  She

               looks at me.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (annoyed)

               Looks, huh?

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah, like I was a plate of

               leftovers — Somethin’ wrong

               with my face — Whatta I need,

               a Caddy to connect with ya

               sister?

 

                               PAULIE

               My sister’s a friggin’ loser.

 

                               ROCKY

               Hey —

 

                               PAULIE

               Sometimes she gets me so

               crazy, I’d like to split her

               head with a razor.

 

                               ROCKY

               Don’t get mental, man.

 

                               PAULIE

               Ya caught me in a bad mood.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya always in a bad mood —

 

                               PAULIE

               … Adrian ain’t sharp.

 

The restroom stench is overwhelming… Rocky covers his nose

with the neckline of his t-shirt.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (continuing)

               She’s a loser — She don’t

               enjoy life — She reads —

               Brainy — Pushin’ thirty

               friggin’ years old!  She’s

               gonna die alone if she don’t

               wise up.

 

                               ROCKY

               I’m thirty myself.

 

 

                                                                     22.

 

 

                               PAULIE

               An’ you’re dyin’ alone, too.

 

                               ROCKY

               I don’t see no crowd around

               you, neither.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (pointing at

                       the wall)

               I wanna kill the friggin’

               moron who broke the mirror.

 

                               ROCKY

               Let’s get outta this stink.

 

INT. ANDY’S BAR – NIGHT

 

The restroom door opens.  Rocky guides Paulie out.  Though

stumbling, Paulie talks as he walks.

 

                               PAULIE

               The girl’s dryin’ up!  She’s

               gotta live a little before her

               body dries up!!  You’re a pal,

               Rock — How ’bout yo’ talk to

               her?  Y’know, it’s Thanksgivin’

               tomorrow.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Sure.

 

                               PAULIE

               Tomorrow you come for some

               bird, right?

 

                               ROCKY

               Absolutely…

 

Paulie smiles and Rocky guides him to a booth… Rocky steps

to the bar.  Andy leans over to him.

 

                               ANDY

               That was alotta crap to go

               through for a dinner invite.

 

Rocky shakes his head no and raises his eyes towards a

suspended television… the nightly sports broadcast is on.

The SPORTS COMMENTATOR is at the airport and about to

interview the heavyweight champion of the world, APOLLO

CREED.  Creed is twenty-eight years old.  He is a tall,

smooth-muscled Black with barely a scar on his light coffee-

colored face…

 

 

                                                                     23.

 

 

He is followed by an entourage of mixed trainers and

cornermen.  Also tagging alone is a small group of hangers-on.

 

The Commentator interviews Creed as he and his followers

disembark a private jet.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               How was the flight, Champ?

 

                               APOLLO

               Very high an’ very fast.

 

Apollo’s crowd smiles almost automatically at everything he

says.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Apollo, how would you rate

               this last British challenger,

               Henry Wilcoxson?

 

                               APOLLO

               He was big, an’ very nasty so

               I destroyed him in a hurry —

               Now I’m gettin’ ready for Mac

               Lee Green next month.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               You’re referring to the much

               publicized bicentennial fight?

 

                               APOLLO

               That’s right — It’s gonna be

               the greatest sportin’ event in

               this country’s history — A

               gala occurrence!

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Still to be held in

               Philadelphia?

 

                               APOLLO

               The Bicentennial Heavyweight

               Championship of the World is

               gonna be held in the only

               place it can be held —

               Philadelphia! — the nation’s

               cradle — January First — the

               first major event of our two

               hundredth year.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Where’re you off to now?

 

Apollo draws his wife close.

 

 

                                                                     24.

 

 

                               APOLLO

               Me an’ my wife are goin’ home

               ’cause we miss our children

               an’ can’t go no more time

               without seein’ them.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Any quick advice for young

               boxing hopefuls?

 

                               APOLLO

                       (looks straight

                       into the camera)

               … Stay in school an’ use

               your brains, dig — Be a

               lawyer, be a doctor, carry a

               leather briefcase an’ forget

               about sports!!  Sports can

               only make ya grunt an’ smell —

               Be a thinker not a stinker!!

 

Apollo’s entourage laughs and they move on… The Commentator

faces the camera.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Jerry Simpson at Kennedy

               Airport with the Champion,

               Apollo Creed.

 

The sports show cuts away, but Rocky continues to look at

the television with a pensive stare… Andy has been speaking

the following dialogue over Apollo’s broadcast.

 

                               ANDY

               Nobody cares what’s happenin’

               in the world of sports

               nomore — Downhill.  Baseball,

               downhill — Basketball,

               downhill.  Football’s goin’,

               too.  Bank on it.  Baseball

               use to be America’s best

               sport… Sure — Nuttin’ like

               squattin’ through a great

               double header, but now

               baseball’s all business.

 

The news report with Apollo ends.  Andy drinks.

 

                               ANDY

                       (continuing)

               Where are the real fighters?

               The pros.  Today we jig clowns.

 

 

                                                                     25.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Clown.

 

                               ANDY

               Yeah.

 

                               ROCKY

               He took his best shot an’

               became champ — What shot did

               you ever take?

 

                               ANDY

               Yo, Rock, you ain’t happy with

               yourself?  Fine.  But me, I

               gotta business here — I don’t

               need to take no shot.

 

Becoming despondent, Rocky rises and crosses to Paulie

slumped unconscious in the booth.

 

Rocky exits the bar… Andy turns to his customers.

 

                               ANDY

                       (continuing; boldly)

               Take a shot, he says! — Sure,

               I’ll take a shot!

 

Laughing, Andy pours himself a shot.

 

EXT. ATOMIC HOAGIE SHOP – NIGHT

 

Rocky passes an all-night sandwich shop… In the window

hangs the sign “ATOMIC HOAGIE SHOP, INC.” Out front are

several YOUNG MEN and WOMEN.  They are much too young to be

out so late… A boy with a badly-chipped tooth beckons to

Rocky.

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

                       (aggressively)

               Yo, Rocks, buy us sum wine, man.

 

                               ROCKY

               … No wine — Bad for ya’

               brain.

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

               C’mon, man, it’s cold, man.

 

                               ROCKY

               No wine.

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

               Yo, Rock, gimme a dollar.

 

 

                                                                     26.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Why?

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

                       (sarcastically)

               ‘Cause we dig ya, man — Gimme

               a dollar.

 

                               ROCKY

               No dollar.

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

               Hey, give Rocky a dime.

 

                               YOUNG MAN #2

               … How come?

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

               So he can call all his friends.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (mildly embarrassed)

               … That’s an old one.

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

               Buy us some Thunderbird, man.

 

Rocky ignores the statement and faces a very young girl who

is smoking and leaning whore-like against the wall.

 

                               ROCKY

               Is that Marie? — Marie, ya

               brother know you’re hangin’

               out so late?

 

The girl, MARIE, assumes an indifferent attitude, attempting

to impress her friends.

 

                               MARIE

               … Screw you.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (awed)

               What’d you say?

 

                               MARIE

               … Screw you, yoyo.

 

The gang laughs.  Angered and shocked, Rocky grabs her arm.

 

                               ROCKY

               Did these guys teach you to

               talk dirty?  Huh?

 

 

                                                                     27.

 

 

                               MARIE

               Hey —

 

                               ROCKY

               What?

 

                               MARIE

               Stuff it, man!

 

                               ROCKY

                       (shakes her)

               Don’t you never say that —

                       (to the gang)

               — You guys talk like that in

               front of a little girl — You

               guys are scum.

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

               This is our place, dig!

 

The gang reluctantly backs up a step.

 

                               ROCKY

               Don’t ya never come round this

               girl — Go home.

 

                               YOUNG MAN #2

               This is our corner, man!  You

               go, chump!

 

Rocky moves forward and they scatter… They quickly move off.

 

                               CHIPPED TOOTH

                       (backpedaling)

               We’ll kill you, man — We

               gotta gun.

 

                               ROCKY

               Pull heat on me? — I’ll dent

               ya face!

 

Rocky leads the girl away.

 

EXT. STREET – NIGHT

 

Rocky is walking the young girl home… They are presently

cutting through a dark public school yard.  They pass

through the beams of light cast off by weak flood lights

located at the top of the school building.  The atmosphere

is somewhat eerie.

 

 

                                                                     28.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               How come ya wanna hang out

               with those guys?  They teach

               ya bad things.

 

                               MARIE

               I like ’em.  If you don’t you

               can f–

 

                               ROCKY

               Hey!  When I was your age,

               there was only one girl who

               talked like that in the whole

               neighborhood.

 

                               MARIE

                       (bored)

               … Yeah.

 

She attempts to light a cigarette… Rocky nonchalantly

tosses it to the ground.

 

                               ROCKY

               Make your teeth yella —

 

                               MARIE

               I like yella teeth.

 

                               ROCKY

               Makes your breath like garbage.

 

                               MARIE

               Maybe I like garbage.

 

Rocky and Marie take a shortcut through a dark school yard.

 

                               ROCKY

               Nobody likes garbage —

               Anyway, this girl with the

               dirty mouth wasn’t bad lookin’,

               but the guys wouldn’t take her

               out for any serious datin’.

 

                               MARIE

               Why?

 

                               ROCKY

               ‘Cause that’s the way guys

               are — They laugh when ya talk

               dirty.  They think ya cute for

               a while, but then ya getta

               reputation an’ watch out.

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     29.

 

 

                               ROCKY (CONT’D)

               Nobody’s ever gonna take ya

               serious.  Ya get no respect…

               I gotta use a bad word —

               Whore.  You’ll end up maybe

               becomin’ a whore.

 

                               MARIE

               C’mon, Rocky.  I’m twelve.

 

                               ROCKY

               That doesn’t matter — You

               don’t really have to be a

               whore, just act like one an’

               that’s it.

 

                               MARIE

               What?

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, a bad reputation — Twenty

               years from now people will say

               ‘D’you remember Marie?’ ‘No,

               who was she?’ ‘She was that

               little whore who hung out at

               the Atomic Hoagie Shop.’ ‘Oh,

               now I remember!’… See, they

               don’t remember you, they

               remember the rep.

 

Rocky and Marie exit the dark school yard… Standing in the

shadows of the building are three young muggers.  The light

from their cigarettes flares red in their faces.

 

The muggers pace Rocky across the street and follow them

down the block… Rocky sees them and stops and faces the

three.  The muggers pause and study Rocky from a distance of

twenty yards.  Rocky gives a loud boxer’s snort, wipes his

nose with the side of his thumb and rolls his shoulders…

The muggers are intimidated and slowly peel off the meander

away.

 

Rocky turns to Marie who has been standing behind him.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (points down

                       the block)

               … That’s your house, ain’t it?

 

Marie nods.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Listen, I hope ya don’t —

 

 

                                                                     30.

 

 

                               MARIE

               I won’t.

 

                               ROCKY

               What was I gonna say?

 

                               MARIE

               Ya hope I don’t keep acting

               like a whore or I’ll turn into

               one, right?

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya, somethin’ like that.

 

They exchange smiles and Marie moves away.  Rocky has made

an impact on her life.

 

                               MARIE

               Goodnight, Rocky.

 

                               ROCKY

               ‘Night, Marie.

 

She takes a few more steps and pauses again.

 

                               MARIE

               … Fuck you, Creepo!!!

 

The girl runs to her house as Rocky looks on in dismay.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (walks off)

               … Yeah, who’re you to give

               advice, Creepo.

 

INT. JERGENS’ OFFICE – DAY

 

APOLLO CREED and his LAWYER and TRAINER are seated in the

offices of MILES JERGENS.  Jergens, a successful promoter

looks unhappy as he looks into the scowling face of Apollo

Creed.

 

                               LAWYER

               Are the doctor’s reports

               confirmed?

 

                               JERGENS

               Definitely —

                       (reading)

               — It says here, Mac Lee Green

               has suffered a seriously

               cracked third metacarpal in

               his left hand.

 

 

                                                                     31.

 

 

                               APOLLO

               Damn.

 

                               JERGENS

               I suppose we could cancel the

               fight indefinitely if you are

               set on fighting Green.

 

                               TRAINER

               It ain’t just Green, what

               about the time Apollo’s

               invested —

 

                               JERGENS

               I believe we can find a

               solution.

 

                               APOLLO

               Solution, nothin’ — What

               about the Bicentennial fight.

 

                               LAWYER

               Jergens, don’t play games with

               my client!  Apollo has already

               done nearly a million dollars

               worth of publicity —

 

                               TRAINER

               Ten million’s worth!

 

                               LAWYER

               — And has made contractual

               obligations with over twenty

               different organizations — He

               doesn’t want to be embarrassed.

 

                               APOLLO

               You best find me another

               ranked contender an’ I mean in

               a flash, man!

 

                               JERGENS

                       (holding up

                       some notes)

               I contacted Ernie Roman’s

               manager, he’s fighting in

               France the same week.

 

                               APOLLO

               Then gimme Buddy Shaw — He’s

               ranked fifth.

 

 

                                                                     32.

 

 

                               JERGENS

               Shaw’s fighting in South

               America — Why not postpone

               the bout until July Fourth?

 

                              LAWYER

               Hell with Fourth of July, man!

               Ten thousand things’ll be

               goin’ down on the Fourth of

               July! — Apollo wants to be

               first!

 

                               JERGENS

               That may not be possible, Jimmy.

 

                               TRAINER

               This man here is the Star,

               dig — Don’t cause him to

               breathe heavy — Now what

               ’bout that sucker, Billy Dukes?

 

                               JERGENS

               Went to California and gained

               fifty pounds — and I called

               every worthwhile contender,

               but they say five weeks isn’t

               enough time to get in shape.

 

Apollo stands beneath a new fight poster and points to it.

 

                               APOLLO

               Shape, nothin’ — They’re

               afraid.  They know everybody

               in the world’s gonna see this

               fight an’ none of them gotta

               prayer of beating me so

               they’re makin’ excuses so they

               don’t have to be the chump

               that’s gonna be whipped in

               front of the whole civilized

               world!!

 

                               JERGENS

               Apollo, I’m sure there’s a way

               to salvage this.

 

                               TRAINER

               Nobody wants to be dissected

               on the country’s birthday.

 

 

                                                                     33.

 

 

                               JERGENS

               All I can counter with is that

               I’m a goddamn good promoter —

               I’ve promoted in every country

               in the world — and I’ve tried

               to the best of my abilities.

               Perhaps you’re right, and no

               one wants to be beat on the

               country’s birthday… I don’t

               know what else to say —

 

                               APOLLO

               I do — Maybe what this fight

               needs is something new — a

               novelty.

 

                               TRAINER

               You’s the novelty, Champ!

 

                               APOLLO

               Give my main man a raise!!

 

Everyone laughs.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (continuing)

               Now here’s what’s goin’ down.

               Listen, ’cause I’m gonna say

               this but one time.  On January

               first, the first day of the

               Bicentennial I’m gonna fight

               me a local poor underdog, dig?

               A snow-white underdog.  An’

               I’m gonna put his face on this

               poster with me, hear?  An’

               I’ll tell you why, ’cause I’m

               sentimental — An’ all the

               people in the country all

               sentimental, man, an’ they’d

               like nothin’ better than me,

               Apollo Creed, to let some

               unknown get a shot at the

               greatest title in the world on

               this country’s biggest birthday.

               Now that’s the way I see it

               an’ that’s the way I want it!!

 

                               JERGENS

               … It’s very American.

 

                               APOLLO

               No, man, it’s very smart.

 

 

                                                                     34.

 

 

EXT. STREET – DAY

 

Late that afternoon Mr. Gazzo’s white 1970 Cadillac pulls up

to Rocky’s apartment… Rocky is in the back seat with the

loan shark.  Gazzo’s bodyguard is driving.

 

Gazzo flips through a small black notepad.

 

                               ROCKY

               Next Wednesday I grab a grand

               from Snyder.  An’ Thursday two

               yards from Cappoli, okay?

 

                               GAZZO

               No, two yards from Snyder, an’

               a grand from Cappoli.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya sure?

 

                               GAZZO

               Hey, screw ya brain on right.

               Now, who’s this girl you’re

               going out with tonight?

 

                               ROCKY

               How’d you know?

 

                               GAZZO

                       (smiles)

               You think I don’t hear things?

 

                               ROCKY

               Paulie’s sister.

 

                               BODYGUARD

                       (abrasively)

               Hear she’s retarded.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (dryly)

               She ain’t retarded, she’s shy.

 

                               BODYGUARD

               Take ‘er to the zoo — Retards

               like the zoo.

 

                               ROCKY

               Does that bum have to say that?

 

The Bodyguard reddens… Gazzo motions to his Bodyguard to

relax.

 

 

                                                                     35.

 

 

                               GAZZO

               Buddy’s in a bad mood —

               prostate problems.

 

                               ROCKY

               He’s always in a bad mood.

                       (laughs)

               Count ya blessin’s.  Ya a

               healthy person — ya legs

               work — ya hands work —

 

The Bodyguard has been looking at Rocky with murderous eyes.

 

                               BODYGUARD

               I don’t like ya face.

 

                               ROCKY

               Don’t like yours neither.

 

                               BODYGUARD

               Kiss my ass.

 

                               ROCKY

               Move your shoulders down.

 

Mr. Gazzo is amused.  He steps out of the car, followed by

Rocky.

 

                               GAZZO

                       (smiles)

               Buddy’s got a thing against

               ya, Rock.  Some people just

               hate for no reason, y’know.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah.

 

                               GAZZO

               Here’s fifty bucks — You an’

               the girl have a nice time.

 

                               ROCKY

               Thanks, Mr. Gazzo.

 

Rocky enters his apartment and Gazzo drives off.

 

INT. JERGENS’ OFFICE – DAY

 

The SCENE REVERTS BACK TO Miles Jergens’ office.  Apollo

pores over a large record book.

 

                               APOLLO

               How ’bout this Billy Snow?

 

 

                                                                     36.

 

 

                               JERGENS

               Fouls.

 

                               APOLLO

               How ’bout this Big Chuck Smith?

 

                               TRAINER

               Too old, dull fighter.

                       (points at a name)

               Bobby Judge is a good boy.

 

                               APOLLO

               … I don’t feel heat from the

               name.

 

                               JERGENS

               Joe Zack is a good prospect —

               Exciting boy.

 

                               APOLLO

               … Still don’t feel no heat.

 

                               JERGENS

                       (sighs)

               Exactly what are you looking

               for, Apollo?

 

                               APOLLO

               … This man.

 

Everybody leans forward.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (continuing;

                       much amused)

               ‘The Italian Stallion’ — He’s

               my man.

 

                               JERGENS

               Rocky Balboa — His record’s

               poor —

 

                               APOLLO

               Don’t matter — That name.

               ‘The Italian Stallion,’ it’s

               right on.

                       (laughs)

               Who discovered America?  An

               Italian, right?  So, man, what

               could be better than to get it

               on with one of his ancestors —

 

                               TRAINER

               He won’t last one round.

 

 

                                                                     37.

 

 

                               APOLLO

               Listen, I gonna carry this boy

               three rounds, then drop ‘im

               like a bad habit.

 

                               TRAINER

               I don’t like you messin’ with

               southpaws — They do everything

               wrong.

 

                               APOLLO

               Southpaw, nuthin’ — I’ll drop

               ‘im in three — ‘Apollo Creed

               meets the Italian Stallion.’

               Shhiii — Sounds like a damn

               monster movie!!

 

Everyone laughs.

 

                                              FADE OUT.

 

FADE IN:

 

EXT. STREET – DUSK

 

Rocky and Paulie walk towards his house… Even though it is

cold and dark, a group of kids conduct an energetic game of

half-ball. (Half-ball is a variation of stick-ball.)

 

                               ROCKY

                       (mimes throwing)

               I usta be deadly at half-ball.

 

                               PAULIE

               I hate the friggin’ game…

               I’d like to talk some business.

 

                               ROCKY

               What kinda business?

 

                               PAULIE

               Look at my hands — See how

               the joints are swollen.

 

Paulie extends his thick hands and tries to make a fist.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (continuing)

               Inflamed joints — Walkin’ in

               an’ out of a freezer carryin’

               meat plays hell on the joints.

 

                               ROCKY

               Maybe ya should see a doctor.

 

 

                                                                     38.

 

 

                               PAULIE

               I don’t need a doctor, I need

               a different job.

 

                               ROCKY

               Maybe another job is the best

               thing.

 

                               PAULIE

               Do me a favor — Talk to Gazzo.

               Tell him I’m a friend an’

               would do a good job… Tell

               him I ain’t bothered by

               nothin’ an’ would be a great

               collector… Bustin’ bones

               don’t bother me — Tell him

               I’m a good worker.

 

                               ROCKY

               Gazzo’s gotta come to you.

 

                               PAULIE

               I’m askin’ ya to go to him —

               As a favor.

 

                               ROCKY

               Gazzo’s gotta come to you —

               Hey, Paulie, it’s a bad job —

               Do what you do now.

 

EXT. ATOMIC HOAGIE SHOP – DUSK

 

They continue past the Atomic Hoagie Shoppe, Inc… A group

of young men pitch quarters on the sidewalk out front.

 

Rocky pauses… He sees Marie, the little girl from the

night before, hanging around with the guys.  She sees Rocky.

 

Marie takes a deep drag on her cigarette and faces the

opposite direction… The gang smiles and continues to pitch

quarters.

 

Anger and disappointment register across Rocky’s face.

 

                               PAULIE

               You know her?

 

Rocky shrugs and the two men move off… Filling the night

air is the METALLIC SOUND of pitching QUARTERS.

 

EXT. PAULIE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

The men arrive at Paulie’s home.  It is at the top of a

dimly-lit four story walk-up.

 

 

                                                                     39.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya sister knows I’m comin’?

 

                               PAULIE

               Yeah, sure — She’s very

               excited.

 

INT. PAULIE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Paulie unlocks the apartment door and enters… Rocky

stiffly follows.  Paulie’s sister steps out of the kitchen.

A large serving spoon is in her hand… The TV is on.

 

She stops short and eyes Rocky… She is visibly unsettled

by Rocky’s unexpected presence.

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (weakly)

               Paulie, you’re late.

 

She looks at Rocky again.

 

                               PAULIE

               Did you call the hospital?

                       (to Rocky)

               If I’m ten minutes late, she

               calls the hospital.

 

Adrian enters the bedroom and slams the door… Paulie

follows.  An argument ensues and Rocky overhears.

 

OVER the argument is HEARD a SPORTS BROADCAST rising from

the TELEVISION.

 

                               COMMENTATOR (V.O.)

               … Unfortunate luck for

               fifth-ranked heavyweight, Mac

               Lee Green.  The slugging

               fighter acquired a serious

               fracture in his left hand

               after an aggressive day of

               sparring — Champion Apollo

               Creed says he’ll be ‘shopping

               for another victim,’ to fill

               Green’s vacancy for the

               Bicentennial Championship

               Fight to be held in Philly

               next month… By the way,

               rumor has it that this will be

               the most widely-viewed sporting

               event in the entire world —

               and that includes the Super

               Bowl, folks… Today U.S.

               swimmers set a new…

 

 

                                                                     40.

 

 

Meanwhile, the argument between brother and sister continues

in the bedroom.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Paulie, why didn’t you

               tell me you were bringing him

               home?!  Look at me, I’m not

               ready for this.

 

                               PAULIE

               Like it would make a difference

               if you were, right?  This

               guy’s a friend and now he’s

               takin’ ya out.

 

                               ADRIAN

               No… I can’t!

 

                               PAULIE

               Ya, ya goin’ outta the bedroom

               an’ I don’t wanna know from

               nothin’.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Paulie, please —

 

                               PAULIE

               Hey, I want ya out

               instamaticly. — I’m sicka

               lookin’ at ya hangin’ around

               like a friggin’ spider — Go

               out — Live!  Do, enjoy life.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Like you?

 

                               PAULIE

               Don’t get wise with me.  I

               want ya to stop bein’ a loser.

 

                               ADRIAN

               I can’t go out.

 

                               PAULIE

               Why?

 

                               ADRIAN

               Paulie, it’s Thanksgiving.

               I’ve gotta turkey in the oven.

 

Paulie turns and leaves the bedroom… He enters the kitchen.

Grabbing a large fork, he opens the oven and spears the

turkey… With the turkey suspended on the end of the fork,

Paulie heaves the dripping bird out the window.

 

 

                                                                     41.

 

 

Adrian has seen this and is shattered.  She runs back into

the bedroom and locks the door.

 

                               PAULIE

               !! Ya want the bird, go out in

               the alley an’ eat the bird —

               I want ya outta the house —

               Enjoy ya friggin’ life… Ya

               hungry, Rock?

 

                               ROCKY

               Maybe ya better forget it.

 

                               PAULIE

               Forget nothin’ — Here, talk

               to my sister, tell ‘er

               somethin’ nice.

 

Rocky walks over to Adrian’s bedroom door and begins speaking

to the enclosed girl.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Yo, Adrian, it’s me,

               Rocky… Ah, ah — Ah, it’s

               kinda hard for me to think of

               somethin’ to say, y’know —

               ‘Cause I never talked to a

               door before, I mean whatta ya

               say to a door.

 

Rocky turns away and begins to walk off.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               … Maybe I better forget it.

 

                               PAULIE

               Try again, c’mon, try again.

 

Rocky goes over to the door and begins speaking again.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ah, Adrian, I know ya ain’t

               too happy at this moment, but

               would ya do me a favor — I

               ain’t got nobody to spend

               Thanksgivin’ with — How ’bout

               you an’ me goin’ out — Get

               somethin’ to eat, maybe laugh

               a little, who knows… Would

               ya like, I dunno, go out

               together?

 

Adrian opens the door… She already has her winter coat on.

 

 

                                                                     42.

 

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               We’ll have a good time.

 

Paulie opens the front door and gives Rocky an encouraging

smile…

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               What’s ya sister like to do?

 

                               PAULIE

               Ice skate.

 

                               ROCKY

               I didn’t want no turkey anyway.

 

                               ADRIAN

               It’s Thanksgiving.

 

                               ROCKY

               To you, to me it’s Thursday.

 

INT. ICE SKATING RINK – NIGHT

 

Rocky and Adrian enter a deserted skating rink.

 

                               ROCKY

               Looks quiet, y’know.

 

                               ADRIAN

               I think it’s closed.

 

                               ROCKY

               I think mebbe we’re early or

               somethin’ —

 

From across the rink a CLEANING MAN yells at them.

 

                               CLEANER

               Hey, whatta ya doin’ here —

               we’re closed… Yo, we’re

               closed!

 

                               ROCKY

                       (yells back)

               Are ya closed to the General

               Public or to just everybody.

 

 

                                                                     43.

 

 

                               CLEANER

                       (starts to walk over)

               Hey, the rink is empty ’cause

               we’re closed — ya ain’t

               allowed in here so do me a

               favor an’ not stay here.

 

                               ROCKY

               Wait here, gotta smooth this

               guy out.

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (softly)

               We could go somewhere else

               an’ —

 

Rocky approaches the Cleaner.

 

                               CLEANER

               Yo, pal, what’s with you —

               The place ain’t operatin’.

 

                               ROCKY

               Listen, I gotta problem.  This

               girl ain’t feelin’ well,

               y’know — The doctor says she

               should exercise, y’know once

               in awhile an’ ice skatin’ is

               the best thing —

 

                               CLEANER

               This a con?

 

                               ROCKY

               Look at her, ya can see she

               ain’t feelin’ good — needs a

               few minutes exercise —

 

                               CLEANER

               Few minutes?

 

                               ROCKY

               … Ten minutes.

 

                               CLEANER

               Ten minutes for ten dollars.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Yeah, give ‘er the Blades.

 

INT. ICE SKATING RINK – NIGHT

 

Adrian has on skates.  Rocky follows her onto the ice.  He

wears street shoes.

 

 

                                                                     44.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Aren’t you skating?

 

                               ROCKY

               Ain’t skated since I was

               fifteen — That’s when I

               started fightin’ — gotta

               watch the ankles.  Yeah,

               fightin’ use to be tops with

               me, but no more.  All I wanted

               to prove was I weren’t no

               bum — That I had the stuff to

               make a good pro.

 

                               ADRIAN

               And you never got the chance?

 

The Cleaner yells from the sideline.

 

                               CLEANER

               Nine minutes!

 

                               ROCKY

               Hey, I ain’t cryin’… I still

               fight.  Kinda do it like a

               hobby.  See I’m a natural

               southpaw an’ most pugs won’t

               fight a southpaw ’cause we

               mess up their timin’ an’ look

               awkward — Southpaw means

               lefthanded… But I guess in

               the long run things probably

               worked out for the best, right?

 

                               ADRIAN

               But you never had a chance to

               prove yourself.

 

                               ROCKY

               Absolutely.

 

                               CLEANER

               Eight minutes!

 

Adrian slips and Rocky breaks her fall.

 

                               ROCKY

               I just dislocated my finger.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Ohh!

 

                               CLEANER

               Seven minutes!

 

 

                                                                     45.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               It ain’t your fault — I

               originally done it in the Baby

               Crenshaw fight.

                       (opens his wallet)

               That’s me fightin’ Big Baby

               Crenshaw — Big Baby was the

               size of an airplane an’ I

               broke my hands on his head —

               I lost, but it’s a nice

               picture, don’t ya think?

 

                               CLEANER

               Six!

 

                               ROCKY

               How ’bout some Cokes?

 

                               CLEANER

               Cost ya a buck.

 

                               ROCKY

               This guy is beautiful — get

               the Cokes.

 

Adrian does a slight turn and Rocky has to speed up and

nearly falls.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               See, I ain’t graceful,

               y’know — I don’t move good —

               Stink as a dancer too — But I

               can really swat, I hit hard,          real hard, but I’m a southpaw

               an’ nobody wants to fight a

               southpaw! — Havin’ a good time?

 

Adrian nods and is very nervous… The Cleaner moves

carefully across the ice.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Y’know how I got started in

               the fight racket?

 

                               ADRIAN

               By accident?

 

                               CLEANER

               Here — Three minutes.

 

 

                                                                     46.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah — My ol’ man who was

               never the sharpest told me —

               I weren’t born with much brain

               so I better use my body.

 

For the first time, Adrian laughs.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               What’s funny?

 

                               ADRIAN

               My mother told me just the

               opposite.  She said, ‘You

               weren’t born with much of a

               body so you’d better develop

               your brain.’

 

                               CLEANER

               Time!

 

The Cleaner walks over as Rocky and Adrian get off the ice.

 

                               CLEANER

                       (continuing)

               That’s ten bucks.

 

                               ROCKY

               I must be goin’ deaf ’cause I

               thought ya said, ‘ten cents.’

 

Rocky hands him a dime.

 

                               CLEANER

                       (weakly)

               … How ’bout for the Cokes?

 

                               ROCKY

               Charge it.

 

Rocky and Adrian start to leave.  Rocky pauses at the door

and fishes into his pocket and hands over eleven dollars.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Had ya goin’, didn’t I, huh?

 

He grins and leaves.

 

 

                                                                     47.

 

 

EXT. STREET – NIGHT

 

                               ROCKY

               Some people are very shy by

               nature.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … I suppose.

 

                               ROCKY

               I would say you’re very shy bu

               nature.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … I suppose.

 

                               ROCKY

               Some people think bein’ shy is

               a disease, but it don’t bother

               me.

 

                               ADRIAN

               It doesn’t bother me either.

 

                               ROCKY

               Then why did I bother bringin’

               it up?  ‘Cause I’m dumb,

               that’s why… Y’know, I think

               we make a real sharp coupla

               coconuts — I’m dumb an’

               you’re shy.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … It is just hard for me to

               understand why anybody wants

               to be a fighter.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya gotta be a little soft to

               wanna be a pug… It’s a

               racket where ya’ almost

               guaranteed to end up a bum.

 

                               ADRIAN

               I don’t think you’re a bum.

 

                               ROCKY

               … I’m at least half a bum.

               Yeah, fightin’ is a crazy

               racket.  The roughest part is

               the mornin’ after.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Morning after?

 

 

                                                                     48.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               After a rough fight, ya’

               nothin’ but a large wound.

               Sometimes I feel like callin’

                a taxi to drive me from my bed

               to the bathroom… Ya’ eyes

               hurt, ya’ ears hurt, ya’ hair

               even hurts… But the thing

               I’m proud of is I been in over

               sixty fights an’ never had a

               busted nose — Bent an’

               twisted an’ bitten but never

               broke… That’s rare.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Why do you do it if it hurts

               so bad?

 

                               ROCKY

               … Guess.

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (pause)

               ‘Cause you can’t sing or dance?

 

Rocky smiles.

 

INT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Rocky and Adrian enter his one-room apartment… She is

nervous and taken aback by the bleakness of the room…

Rocky goes to the icebox.

 

                               ROCKY

               Would ya like a glass of water?

 

                               ADRIAN

               … No thanks.

 

Adrian looks at the mirror above Rocky’s dresser.  She sees

a high school photo of Rocky.  He once was handsome and

smooth-faced… Rocky steps up behind her and his face is

reflected in the mirror.

 

He turns on his cheap RECORD PLAYER… He reaches into the

turtle bowl.

 

                               ROCKY

               Here’s the guys I was tellin’

               ya about — This is Cuff an’

               Link.

 

                               ADRIAN

               I sold them to you.

 

 

                                                                     49.

 

 

                               ROCKY

                       (very embarrassed)

               … Oh, yeah, I bought the

               whole kit — Yeah, ya sold me

               the turtles, the bowl, an’ the

               mountain — I had to get rid

               of the mountain ’cause they

               kept fallin’ off.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Do you have a phone?

 

                               ROCKY

               I had it pulled.  People

               callin’ all the time.  Who

               needs it — Who’d you wanna

               call?

 

                               ADRIAN

               I wanna let my brother know

               where I am.

 

                               ROCKY

               D’you really wanna call?

 

                               ADRIAN

               Yes, I do.

 

                               ROCKY

               You sure?

 

                               ADRIAN

               Yes.

 

                               ROCKY

               Why?

 

                               ADRIAN

               I think he might be worried.

 

                               ROCKY

               I’ll call your brother.

 

Rocky flings open the window and bellows like a foghorn.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               !!Yo, Paulie — Ya sister’s

               with me!  I’ll call ya later.

 

Rocky closes the window and faces the woman… She is not

smiling.  She looks frightened.

 

 

                                                                     50.

 

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               What’s the matter?  Ya don’t

               like the room?

 

                               ADRIAN

               It’s fine.

 

                               ROCKY

               It’s only temporary.

 

                               ADRIAN

               It’s not that —

 

                               ROCKY

               What’s the problem?  You don’t

               like me — Don’t like the

               turtles — What is it?

 

                               ADRIAN

               I don’t think I belong here.

 

                               ROCKY

               It’s okay.

 

                               ADRIAN

               No, I don’t belong here.

 

                               ROCKY

               It’s all right — You’re my

               guest.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … I’ve never been in a man’s

               apartment before.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (gesturing)

               They’re all the same.

 

                               ADRIAN

               I’m not sure I know you well

               enough — I don’t think I’m

               comfortable.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, I’m not comfortable either.

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (standing)

               I should leave.

 

 

                                                                     51.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               But I’m willin’ to make the

               best of this uncomfortable

               situation.

 

Adrian moves to the door… Rocky intercepts her.

 

                              ROCKY

                       (continuing; softly)

               Would ya take off your glasses?

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (dumbstruck)

               What?

 

                               ROCKY

               The glasses… Please.

 

Rocky removes her glasses and looks deeply into her eyes.

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (timidly)

               … T-thank you.

 

                               ROCKY

               Do me another favor?

 

                               ADRIAN

               … What?

 

                               ROCKY

               Could ya take off that hat.

 

After a moment, Adrian removes the hat… She is becoming

rather pretty.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               I always knew you was pretty.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Don’t tease me.

 

The woman melts into the corner and begins lightly sobbing…

Rocky steps forward and fences her with his arms and body.

 

                               ROCKY

               I wanna kiss ya — Ya don’t

               have to kiss me back if ya

               don’t feel like it.

 

Rocky softly kisses the woman… Her arms hang limp.  He

puts more passion into the kiss and she starts to respond.

Her hand glides like smoke up his back.

 

 

                                                                     52.

 

 

She embraces his neck.  The dam of passion erupts.  She

gives herself freely for the first time in thirty years.

 

EXT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – DAY

 

The following day, Rocky strolls down the street to

Goldmill’s Gym… Out front a group of young blacks stop

talking and study Rocky as he passes.  Rocky’s eyebrows knit

in confusion.

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – DAY

 

Rocky climbs the stairs and enters the gym…

 

… In a matter of seconds, his presence is known and the

athletes stare in wonderment… The big black heavyweight

contender, Dipper, throws down his towel in disgust and

turns away.

 

Mike quietly approaches Rocky.

 

                               MIKE

               Hey, Rock — What happened?

 

                               ROCKY

               ‘Bout what?

 

Mickey Goldmill steps out of his office…

 

                               MICKEY

               Did ya get the message, kid?

 

                               ROCKY

               Message — What message?

 

Mickey pulls out a card from his breast pocket… He hands

it to Rocky.

 

                               MICKEY

               A Rep from Miles Jergens’

               Promotions was lookin’ for

               ya — They need sparrin’

               partners for Creed.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya puttin’ me on?

 

                               MICKEY

               Here’s the card?

 

                               ROCKY

               When was they here?

 

 

                                                                     53.

 

 

                               MICKEY

               ‘Bout an hour ago.

 

                               ROCKY

               Probably lookin’ for sparrin’

               partners.

 

                               MICKEY

               … I said that before.

 

Rocky turns from Mickey and jogs out of the gym.  Mickey

fumbles with his rosary beads.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               … Waste of life.

 

EXT. SKYSCRAPER – DAY

 

Rocky steps off a bus in mid-town Philadelphia.  He hurries

down Broad Street.  Every few steps he breaks into a trot…

He enters a skyscraper.

 

INT. OFFICE BUILDING – HALL – DAY

 

Rocky exits the elevator and enters the office of Miles

Jergens’ Productions.

 

INT. JERGENS’ PRODUCTIONS – DAY

 

The SECRETARY is slightly startled by Rocky’s excited

expression.

 

                               SECRETARY

               May I help you?

 

Rocky hands her the business card.

 

                               SECRETARY

                       (continuing)

               Your name, please?

 

                               ROCKY

               Balboa, Rocky Balboa.

 

The Secretary rises and enters Jergens’ office… Rocky eyes

the multitude of sporting pictures hanging on all four walls.

 

The Secretary returns.

 

                               SECRETARY

               You may go in.

 

Rocky collects himself and enters…

 

 

                                                                     54.

 

 

INT. JERGENS’ OFFICE – DAY

 

Miles Jergens warmly greets him.

 

                               JERGENS

               Hello, Mr. Balboa — I’m Miles

               Jergens — Please, have a seat.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Thanks.

 

                               JERGENS

               Mr. Balboa —

 

                               ROCKY

                       (overriding)

               Rocky.

 

                               JERGENS

               Rocky, do you have any

               representation?  A manager?

 

                               ROCKY

               No — Just me.

 

                               JERGENS

               Rocky, would you be interested

               in —

 

                               ROCKY

               Sparrin’?

 

                               JERGENS

               Excuse me.

 

                               ROCKY

               I know ya need sparrin’

               partners — I’m very available.

 

                               JERGENS

               I’m sure you are.

 

                               ROCKY

               Absolutely — Sparrin’ with

               the Champ would be an honor —

               y’know what?

 

                               JERGENS

               What?

 

                               ROCKY

               I wouldn’t take no cheap shots.

               I’d be a good sparrin’ partner.

 

 

                                                                     55.

 

 

Jergens seems very amused.  He lights a cigar.

 

                               JERGENS

               Rocky, would you be interested

               in fighting Apollo Creed for

               the Championship?

 

                               ROCKY

               … Like I said, I’d make a

               boss sparrin’ mate.

 

                               JERGENS

               Did you hear what I said?

 

                               ROCKY

               Sure, an’ I’m smart enough to

               know that no sparrin’ partner

               should take cheap shots at the

               Champ.  He’s just there to

               help condition the man.

 

                               JERGENS

               Not spar, I’m asking whether

               you would be interested in

               fighting Creed for the

               championship.

 

The weight of the statement comes crashing down in Rocky.

For a long moment he becomes nothing more than a basket case

as he ponders the statement… He half regains his senses.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Ah… Absolutely.

 

The SCENE FADES and becomes a black and white television.

 

INT. PAULIE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Rocky and Adrian are at her home watching an old black and

white television… Rocky smiles… The film now cuts to

Apollo being interviewed.

 

                               REPORTER #1

               How’d you like the ‘City of

               Brotherly Love?’

 

                               APOLLO

               I like my Philadelphia Brothers.

               An’ I’m patriotic!

 

Apollo has to move to the side to avoid a thrusting

microphone.

 

 

                                                                     56.

 

 

                               APOLLO

                       (continuing;

                       mock seriousness)

               If yo’ don’t back up I’m gonna

               send yo’ home with a microphone

               in yo’ nose!

 

The Reporters laugh.

 

                               REPORTER #2

               Why did you agree to fight a

               man who has virtually no

               chance of winning?

 

                               APOLLO

               If history proves one thing,

               everybody gotta chance —

               Didn’t yo’ all ever hear of

               David an’ Goliath? — ‘Course

               I woulda knocked out Goliath.

 

                               REPORTER #3

               It is a coincidence that

               you’re fighting a white man on

               the most celebrated day in the

               country’s history?

 

                               APOLLO

               The same coincidence that he’s

               fightin’ a black man.

 

                               REPORTER #1

               What’re your feelings about

               the challenger?

 

                               APOLLO

               He’s Italian.

 

                               REPORTER #1

               What does that mean?

 

                               APOLLO

               It means if he can’t fight, I

               bet he can cook!

 

Rocky and Adrian laugh at the interview… Paulie, her

brother, takes offense.

 

                               PAULIE

               Do me a favor — His lungs,

               punch ’em out.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Paul.

 

 

                                                                     57.

 

 

Rocky’s interview now fills the screen.  Rocky squints and

looks nervous under the hot lights.

 

                               REPORTER #2

               This is your largest payday

               ever — How do you feel about

               it?

 

                               ROCKY

               Feel?  I dunno… Happy.

 

                               REPORTER #2

               How will you fight Apollo Creed?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (mind elsewhere)

               Creed’s great, ain’t he…

               I’ll do what I can.

 

                               REPORTER #1

               Where did you get the name,

               ‘Italian Stallion?’

 

                               ROCKY

               I thought of it ’bout eight

               years ago, when I was eatin’

               dinner.

 

                               REPORTER #2

               Is it true the most you’ve

               ever made in a prizefight is

               five hundred dollars?

 

                               ROCKY

               Four hundred — But that was a

               long time ago.

 

                               REPORTER #2

               And now your payday will be

               one hundred and fifty thousand

               dollars.  Any comment?

 

                               ROCKY

               Listen, I wanna say hi to my

               girlfriend — Yo, Adrian!

 

Adrian blushes and laughs.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Oh, Rocky!

 

                               PAULIE

                       (dry)

               Christ.

 

 

                                                                     58.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

               You didn’t!

 

                               ROCKY

               Sure I did.  You heard.

 

They continue to watch the remainder of the interview… The

head COMMENTATOR is looking directly into the camera.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               A Bicentennial Fight —

               January first.  It will be the

               first sporting event on our

               two hundredth birthday and is

               already being called by many

               the greatest farce in sports

               history.  If this man lasts

               more than a minute I would say

               he’s on borrowed time.

                       (sarcastically)

                It’s matches like this with

               their exorbitant prices that

               give sports a bad name — Not

               only is this match bad,

               people, it’s sad!  Why a Rocky

               Balboa?  At the State Athletic

               Commission, Larry Duggan

               reporting.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (irate)

               The guy’s a friggin’ moron.

 

                               ROCKY

               Why?

 

                               PAULIE

               Don’t it matter none he’s

               makin’ ya out a fool? — I’d

               break his lips.

 

                               ROCKY

               It don’t matter.

 

                               PAULIE

               He’s takin’ cheap shots.

 

                               ROCKY

               It don’t bother me none.

 

                               PAULIE

               Yo, Rock — now ya’ll be

               lookin’ for people to help,

               right?

 

 

                                                                     59.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Help what?

 

                               PAULIE

               Y’know, to help keep ya livin’

               clean.

 

                               ROCKY

               I’ll do okay.

 

                               PAULIE

               Ya gotta have a guy help ya

               exercise, mebbe somebody to be

               standin’ by with a towel or

               run errands, y’know.

 

                               ROCKY

               Hey, who cared about me

               yesterday, huh?  Nobody — I

               think I’m gonna train myself.

 

                               PAULIE

               Without havin’ good people

               around, ya won’t have such a

               good chance.

 

Adrian is not happy with her brother’s overbearing attitude.

She faces him.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Einstein flunked out of

               school… twice.

 

                               PAULIE

               That so.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Roosevelt finished last in his

               class — Beethoven was deaf,

               an’ Helen Keller was blind —

               I think Rocky has a good chance.

 

INT. HALLWAY OF PAULIE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Rocky stands in Adrian’s doorway.  He kisses her.

 

                               ROCKY

               See ya tomorrow.

 

Rocky moves down the stairway and continues to do so as he

converses with Adrian who remains upstairs.  His VOICE

ECHOES up the stairwell.

 

 

                                                                     60.

 

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               How’d ya like hearin’ ya name

               on TV?

 

                               ADRIAN

               I don’t know — I was shocked.

               Why did you do that?

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya puttin’ me on, right?

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (smiles)

                Absolutely — What time should

               I expect you?

 

                               ROCKY

               ‘Bout seven.

 

                               ADRIAN

               I’ll be waiting.

 

Rocky is now on the ground floor yelling up to Adrian on the

top floor landing.

 

                               ROCKY

               Y’know how I said that stuff

               on television didn’t bother me?

 

                               ADRIAN

               Yes.

 

                               ROCKY

               It did.

 

As Rocky completes the last word, he exits the building and

slams the door which RESOUNDS throughout the apartment house.

 

EXT. ATOMIC HOAGIE SHOP – NIGHT

 

Gazzo, the bodyguard, and Rocky are standing out front.

They are eating hot sandwiches.

 

                               ROCKY

               Y’know I won’t be able to work

               for ya no more.

 

                               GAZZO

               Hey — if a good man can make

               a better life, let him make it.

 

                               ROCKY

               I feel bad about walkin’.

 

 

                                                                     61.

 

 

                               GAZZO

               Take your shot, kid — You got

               money for trainin’ expenses?

 

                               ROCKY

               A few bucks.

 

Gazzo takes out a wad and peels off several bills.

 

                               GAZZO

               Here’s five hundred — Put it

               in your glove.

 

                               ROCKY

               Do I have to pay juice?

 

Gazzo looks at the Bodyguard and shakes his head as if to

imply, “Why’s this guy asking such a foolish question?”

 

Gazzo and the bodyguard step to the white Caddy parked at

the curb.  They enter the cab.  Rocky watches.

 

INT. CAR – NIGHT

 

                               GAZZO

                       (smiles)

               Does Santa Claus charge juice?

               Merry Christmas — Now, how’s

               about my present, ya gonna win?

 

                               ROCKY

               Gonna try.

 

                               GAZZO

               Listen, kid, I’m with ya.  Ya

               know, I’m with ya — Italian,

               we’re blood.  You kill this

               rug — We Guinneas gotta show

               these Afro-Americans where

               it’s at.  Give it your best

               shot cause I want ya to prove

               to these bums on the corner

               that my man can’t be beat by

               this rug… Ya got any action

               on the side.

 

                               ROCKY

               No action.

 

                               GAZZO

               Ya gettin 150 grand killer.

               Ya got any plans for it?

               Whatta ya think?

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     62.

 

 

                               GAZZO (CONT’D)

               Ya like to put it on the

               street, make it work for ya?

 

                               ROCKY

               I’m gonna do somethin with it.

 

                               GAZZO

               Sure, you do what ya want.

               Stay away from the stock market.

 

                               ROCKY

               Black market?

 

                               GAZZO

               Same thing.  Ya know, Rock,

               remember when we was kids, we

               fought together.  An’ I wasn’t

               well an’ ya had to beat up

               that Irish kid — what’s his

               name? — Gallager — I bought

               a suit and became a businessman.

               You put on gloves.  An’ I

               remember Mama almost cried,

               may she rest in peace — an’

               our ol’ man who said ya had no

               brains — I’d like to lay

               hands on that bastard.  You

               ain’t never had any luck.

               Even when I owned you in ’66

               you never had luck.  But now I

               think you might be gettin’

               some luck kid.  Whatta you

               think?

 

Rocky smiles and Gazzo gets into his car.  Rocky follows him

across the street.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, you gonna show, Tony?

 

                               GAZZO

               Where else am I gonna go.

                       (to Bodyguard)

               Bet three grand on Rocky.

 

                               BODYGUARD

               He’s a bum — are you kiddin?

 

                               GAZZO

                       (slaps Bodyguard)

               No!  I’m not kiddin!

 

Rocky walks away.

 

 

                                                                     63.

 

 

INT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Rocky returns home and enters his apartment.  After turning

on the light, he flips on his RECORD PLAYER.  He now feeds

the turtles.

 

                               ROCKY

               Look who’s home!

 

Rocky notices two telegrams laying inside the threshold.  He

approaches them with a sense of awe.  He opens and reads one.

Settling on the bed, he reads the other.

 

A KNOCK is HEARD.  Rocky opens the door.  Mickey Goldmill,

the gym owner, stands framed in the doorway.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (stiffly)

               I seen the light.  I figure

               somebody was home.

 

                               ROCKY

               Hey, Mickey — Whatta ya doin’

               here?  Here, sit down.

 

Rocky tosses soiled clothing off a mangled armchair.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Best seat in the house — Hey,

               Mick, this is too much.

 

                               MICKEY

               How do you mean?

 

                               ROCKY

               I’m usta seein’ ya at the gym,

               but seein’ ya here, in my

               house, it’s kinda outta joint.

 

By the manner in which Goldmill listens, it is obvious

something important is preying on his mind.

 

Rocky is slightly uncomfortable, almost embarrassed at

having outsiders see how he lives.

 

                               MICKEY

               Listen, Rock, you’re a very

               lucky guy.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah.

 

 

                                                                     64.

 

 

                               MICKEY

               What’s happened is freak luck.

 

                               ROCKY

               Freak luck for sure.

 

                               MICKEY

               Look at all them other fighters.

               Real good boys.  Good records.

               Colorful.  Fight their hearts

               out for peanuts — But who

               cared?  Nobody.  They got it

               shoved in their back door.

               Nobody ever give them a shot

               at the title…

 

                               ROCKY

                       (uneasy)

               Freak luck is a strange thing.

 

Mickey does not hear.  His attention is drawn to the turtles.

 

                               MICKEY

               Whatta’ those?

 

                               ROCKY

               Turtles — domestic turtles.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (businesslike)

               I’m here tellin’ ya to be very

               smart with this shot.  Like

               the Bible sez, ya don’t get no

               second chance.

 

Mickey looks hard into Rocky’s eyes.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Ya need a manager.  An advisor.

               I been in the racket fifty

               years.  I done it all, there

               ain’t nothin’ about the world

               of pugilism that ain’t livin’

               up here.

 

He lights a half-smoked cigar.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (at a loss)

               Fifty years, huh.

 

 

                                                                     65.

 

 

                               MICKEY

                       (stronger)

               Fifty years.  The rep is known

               around Philly, an’ a good rep

               can’t be bought, but I don’t

               have to tell you that.

 

                               ROCKY

               How ’bout a glass of water?

 

                               MICKEY

                Rocky, d’ya know what I done?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (uneasy)

               … What?

 

                               MICKEY

                       (driving each

                       word hard)

               I done it all.  I’ve done an’

               seen everything’.  Believe

               what I’m tellin’ ya — Ya

               shoulda seen the night in

               Brooklyn, I smacked ‘Ginny’

               Russo outta the ring, September

               14, 1923 — same night Firpo

               knocked Dempsey outta the ring.

               But who got the Press?  He did.

               He had a manager — September

               14, 1923.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (softly)

               Ya got a good mind for dates.

 

Mickey deafly continues, becoming more engrossed every second.

 

                               MICKEY

               Look at this face — twenty-

               one stitches over the left

               eye, thirty-four over the

               right — my nose was busted

               seventeen times, the last

               being the Sailor Mike fight

               New Year’s Eve, 1940, in

                Camden, New Jersey — What a

               professional pastin’ I give

               him.  Here, read about it.

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     66.

 

 

                               MICKEY (CONT’D)

                       (shows a tiny

                       press clipping;

                       points to

                       cauliflower ear)

               An’ he give me the vegetable

               on the ear.  I got pain an’

               experience… an’ you got

               heart — kinda remind me of

               Marciano, ya do.

 

Rocky points to his most prized possession.

 

                               ROCKY

               Nobody ever said that —

               There’s his picture.

 

                               MICKEY

               Yeah, ya kinda remind me of

               the Rock.  Ya move like ‘im.

 

Mickey has rung the bell.  Nothing could please Rocky more

than being compared to his idol.

 

                               ROCKY

               Really think so?

 

                               MICKEY

               Ya got heart.

 

                               ROCKY

               Heart, but I ain’t got no

               Tocker.

 

Rocky shifts against the wall and lowers himself into a

crouch.

 

                               MICKEY

               Christ, I know this business.

               Rocky, when I was fightin’ it

               was the dirtiest racket goin’,

               see.  Pugs like me was treated

               like fightin’ dogs — throw ya

               in the pit an’ for ten bucks

               ya try to kill each other.  We

               had no management…

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     67.

 

 

                               MICKEY (CONT’D)

               fought in boxcars, in

               whorehouse basements, any

               joint with a floor — October

               1931 I fought a bum who put a

               tack in the thumb of his glove

               an’ punched so many holes in

               my face I had spit shootin’

               outta my cheeks — I never had

               no manager watchin’ out for

               me — See that picture outside

               the gym — ‘Mighty Mick,’

               that’s me in my prime.  I had

               all the tools.  I coulda

               starched any lightweight husky

                on the East Coast — But I had

               no management.  Nobody ever

               got to know how slick I was,

               but I had a head for business

               an’ stashed a few bucks an’

               opened the gym — It’s a dirt

               hole, I know it, but that an’

               a lotta scars is what I got to

               show for fifty years in the

               business, kid — now you come

               along with this shot an’ I

               feel like it’s me gettin’ the

               shot I never got… Yeah, we

               was treated like dogs — like

               them Dago’s, no offense, in

               the Colosseum in Rome there —

               An’ now I got all this

               knowledge, I wanna give it to

               ya so I can protect ya an’

               make sure ya get the best deal

               ya can!

 

Rocky rises and opens a window.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Respect, I always dished ya

               respect.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Ya gave Dipper my locker.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (almost begging)

               I’m sorry, I — I made a

               mistake.  Kid, I’m askin’ man

               to man.  I wanna be ya manager.

 

 

                                                                     68.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               The fight’s set — I don’t

               need a manager.

 

                               MICKEY

               Look, you can’t buy what I

               know.  Ya can’t.  I’ve seen it

               all!  I got pain an’ I got

               experience.

 

                               ROCKY

               I got pain an’ experience too.

 

                               MICKEY

               Please, kid.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (tightly)

               Whatever I got, I always got

               on the slide.  This shot’s no

               different.  I didn’t earn

                nothin’ — I got it on the

               slide… I needed ya help

               about ten years ago when I was

               startin’, but ya never helped

               me none.

 

Mickey drops the ashtray and kneels to pick it up… He

remains on one knee.

 

                               MICKEY

               If ya was wantin’ my help, why

                didn’t ya ask?  Just ask.

 

                               ROCKY

               I asked, but ya never helped

               nothin’! — Like the Bible

               sez, ya don’t get no second

               chance.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (yells)

               Rocky, I’m seventy-six years

               old.  Maybe you can be the

               winner I never was — your

               shot is my last shot!

 

Rocky is choked and goes into the bathroom and closes the

door.

 

Mickey struggles to his feet and, like a beaten man, leaves.

 

Several moments later Rocky steps out and lowers himself

into bed.  Springing up a second later, he runs outside.

 

 

                                                                     69.

 

 

EXT. STREET OF ROCKY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Rocky races up the block toward the shadowy and hunched form

of Mickey.  Way in the distance, we SEE Rocky stop the old

man beneath a street lamp.  He places an arm around his

shoulder.

 

INT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – PRE-DAWN

 

The following morning, Rocky’s ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF at

exactly four A.M.  Not accustomed to rising this early, with

great difficulty Rocky staggers to his feet and wavers to

the bathroom.  He turns the light on and roaches scatter.

 

At the top of the mirror hang the telegrams.  Rocky fills

the basin and submerges his face in cold water.

 

Rocky sways to the icebox and removes a dozen eggs.  He

cracks five raw eggs into a glass and downs it in one

swill… his body quivers.

 

EXT. STREET OF ROCKY’S APARTMENT – PRE-DAWN

 

Rocky steps outside.  He is dressed in a well-worn sweat

suit with a hood, gloves and sneakers.  It is pitch dark and

his steaming breath attests to the cold.

 

He begins running down the center of the deserted street.

He can only be clearly SEEN as his form passes beneath the

street lamps.

 

Two garbage men stop hoisting cans to watch him pass.

 

EXT. ART MUSEUM STAIRS – DAWN

 

Rocky stands at the base of an overwhelmingly steep flight

of stairs.  He stares up at the stairs that nearly disappear

into the morning gray.  Taking a deep breath, he starts up.

From the start, he looks out of shape and halfway up his

legs give way.  Standing, he brushes off and descends the

stairs.

 

EXT. CITY HALL – DAWN

 

Rocky passes City Hall and veers to the river.  He pauses,

heaving great gusts of exhausted breaths.  He throws several

lazy jabs in the air and walks awhile with hands on his

aching sides.  Men delivering the morning papers observe

with amusement.

 

Rocky forces himself to begin running again.

 

 

                                                                     70.

 

 

EXT. ELEVATED TRAIN STATION – DAWN

 

Heading along Spring Garden Street, Rocky passes beneath an

elevated train station.  The ROARING TRAIN overhead seems to

blend perfectly with his muscular running style.

 

EXT. DOCKS – DAWN

 

The sky is beginning to lighten.  The fighter now runs along

the piers and past anchored freighters.

 

EXT. EASTERN PACKING COMPANY – DAWN

 

It is five-thirty and Rocky approaches the loading platform

belonging to Eastern Packing Company.  Alongside the loading

platform come several boxcars.

 

Rocky mounts the ramp and knocks on the metal door.  It soon

opens and Paulie guides him inside.  Paulie is drunk.

 

INT. SHIPPING OFFICE – DAY

 

                               PAULIE

               How ya feelin’?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (panting)

               … Tight.

 

                               PAULIE

               I got whiskey here.

 

                               ROCKY

               … No.

 

Rocky notices TWO PUERTO RICANS lounging alongside theshipping office.

 

                               PAULIE

               This is the guy who’s fightin’

               Apollo Creed.

 

                               JOSE

                       (heavy accent)

               Good luck — Kill him, man.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (as though

                       rehearsed badly)

               Hip — Hip — Hooray!  C’mon —

               Hip — Hip —

 

 

                                                                     71.

 

 

                               JOSE

                       (walks away)

               Hooray, man.

 

                               PAULIE

               Rock’ll be comin’ by every

               mornin’ to pick up some

               Prime — can’t train on that

               store crap.

 

Rocky smiles and Paulie leads him out of the office and to

the large metal door of a walk-in refrigerator.

 

INT. FREEZER – DAY

 

They enter.  The freezer resembles a modern torture chamber…

row after row of hanging slabs of beef stretch into the

darkness to the far end of the refrigerator.  The blower

overhead causes the men to speak loudly.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (teasing)

               If ya don’t pay Gazzo, ya end

               up hangin’ on the hook, right?

 

                               ROCKY

               Gazzo’s a good man.

 

                               PAULIE

               How ’bout you talk to ’em

               about me?

                       (tightly)

               Please do me that favor.

 

                               ROCKY

               Keep this job, ya eat better.

 

Paulie opens a jackknife and idly jabs the hanging meat.  He

swills whiskey from a pint bottle.

 

                               PAULIE

               Y’know, d’ya think you an’ my

               sister — Ah, doin’ good

               together?

 

                               ROCKY

               Whatta you think?

 

                               PAULIE

               Ain’t sure, what’s the story?

 

                               ROCKY

               What?

 

 

                                                                     72.

 

 

                               PAULIE

               The story — what’s happenin’?

 

Paulie speaks like a man who has been mulling this over for

quite a while.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (continuing)

               Ya really like her?

 

                               ROCKY

               Sure I like her.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (nervous laughter)

               What’s the attraction?  I

               don’t see it?

 

                               ROCKY

               I dunno — she fills gaps.

 

                               PAULIE

               What gaps?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (shrugs and

                       takes meat)

               She got gaps.  I got gaps —

               together we fill the gaps.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (sharply)

               You ballin’ her?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (turns around)

               Don’t talk dirty ’bout ya

               sister.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (tersely)

               C’mon, ya screwin’ her?

 

From across the room Rocky looks him hard in the eyes.

 

                               ROCKY

               That’s why I can’t put ya

               together with Gazzo, cause ya

               talk too much — big mouth.

 

Paulie reddens.  He steps forward and slams his fists in a

hanging beef.

 

 

                                                                     73.

 

 

The punching of the beef is a muted challenge and Rocky

responds.

 

Rocky walks up to a beef and slams his fist into the ribs.

 

The grotesque object swings in a wide arc like a hanging

corpse.  Rocky moves to the next one and hooks.

 

Rocky’s face reveals a never before seen concentration, as

though he were locked in total battle.

 

                               PAULIE

               Hit the rump.  The rump!

               Ya’ll break the ribs!

 

Rocky speeds up and continues pounding on the second row of

beef.  Paulie’s eyes widen and his face grimaces with every

punch, like he were receiving it.  Rocky moves into the dark

recess of the refrigerator.  Only the dull SOUNDS of his

POUNDING FISTS can be HEARD.

 

Rocky works his way to Paulie again.  Every hanging beef

swings and appears surrealistically alive.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (continuing)

               We do that to Creed an’

               they’ll take us to jail for

               murder.

 

Rocky looks at his hands.  They are drenched in red up to

the elbows with beef blood.

 

Paulie hands him a package of beef.

 

                               ROCKY

               Don’t talk dirty ’bout ya

               sister.

 

Rocky takes the package and runs out.  Paulie’s bleary eyes

reveal a fearful respect and slight resentment.

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – DAY

 

The gym is filled to capacity.  The NOISE is DEAFENING.

Rocky pounds a heavy bag.

 

Mickey steps forward and removes a piece of string from his

pocket.

 

 

                                                                     74.

 

 

                               MICKEY

                       (passionate)

               Stop!  Stop!  I can’t stand it!

               It’s clumsy.  You’re off

               balance.

 

He motions to his bullish helper, Mike.  He hands him the

string.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Tie it to both ankles — Leave

               two feet slack.

 

                               ROCKY

               I never had good footwork.

 

Mike completes the task.

 

                               MICKEY

               Forget the footwork — You’re

               off balance.  The legs are

               sticking everywhere.  Marciano

               had the same problem, an’ the

               string cured it.  When you can

               hit and move without breakin’

               the string you’ll have balance.

 

                               MIKE

               You’ll be a very dangerous

               person.

 

Two young boys in street clothes interrupt Mickey.

 

                               BOY

               Rocky, could we have your

               autograph?

 

                               ROCKY

               … Sure.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (irate)

               Don’t you boys ever interrupt

               when I’m conductin’ business,

               or I’ll kill you both — Go

               away.

 

The boys depart.

 

 

                                                                     75.

 

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Autographs!  Ya wanna be a

               writer or a fighter?  Let’s

               work.

 

Mike looks off across the gym.

 

                               MIKE

               … we got visitors.

 

Mickey strains his eyes to see a group of REPORTERS and NEWS

CAMERAMEN entering his gym.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (approaching)

               Can I help you guys?

 

                               REPORTER

                       (to Cameraman)

               Set the camera up over there.

                       (to Mickey)

               We’re from Channel Seven —

               Covering the pre-fight training.

 

                               MICKEY

               I own the place.

 

The Reporter has a hundred things on his mind… he turns

from Mickey and nods to his crew… the other television

crews rush to set up.

 

                               CAMERAMAN

               Rolling here.

 

                               SOUND MAN

               Speed here.

 

                               REPORTER

                       (to the camera)

               We’re here at Goldmill’s

               Gym — A Philadelphia landmark

               of sorts since 1929 — The

               stench of toil permeates every

               corner.  The sweat a trademark

               of a unique profession… Yet,

               the most unique fixture is an

               unprecedented 50 to 1 underdog

               heavyweight named, Rocky Balboa.

 

The camera turns to Rocky.

 

 

                                                                     76.

 

 

                               ROCKY

                       (to Mickey)

               Should I do this?

 

Mickey nods and Rocky faces the glaring lights.

 

                               REPORTER

               So much has happened lately —

               Has it changed your life style

               much?

 

                               ROCKY

               … People talk to me more.

 

                               REPORTER

               How’re you preparing for this

               Bicentennial bout?

 

A young punchy fighter yells out:

 

                               FIGHTER

               Readin’ fuckin’ history books,

               man!

 

The gym explodes with laughter.

 

                               REPORTER

                       (flushed)

               We can cut that out later.

               Apollo Creed says he’ll let

               you stay three rounds before

               he puts you away.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (honestly)

               Apollo’s a great fighter.

 

                               REPORTER

               Do you feel you have a chance?

 

                               ROCKY

               Maybe —

 

He faces Mickey.  Mickey whispers in his ear.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               I’ll tear his head off.

 

                               REPORTER

               Do you have anything derogatory

               to say about the Champion?

 

 

                                                                     77.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Derogatory?  Yeah, he’s great.

 

Apollo Creed and his entourage enter the gym.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (bellowing)

               I am the Champion of the whole

               world!!!

 

The gym freezes… everyone turns and stares in wonderment…

Mickey Goldmill shakes his head in disbelief.  He now

realizes it is a publicity stunt.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (continuing)

                       (approaching Rocky)

               Italian Stallion, I come over

               to tell you to be very smart

               an’ after this fight donate

               what’s gonna be left of your

               body to science, cause after

               this fight what’s left won’t

               fill a tuna fish can!… So

               beware, Mon Cher!!!

 

Apollo turns to the cameras… Rocky is speechless.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (continuing)

               This classic fight — Tha’s

               right, this bicentennial

               fight’s goin’ down in the

               history books ’cause January

               first I’m gonna be the first

               man to bounce another man offa

               the planet Pluto!

 

Dipper stands in the far ring… the attention Rocky is

receiving makes him a killer.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (continuing)

               Now I gots a special

               announcement, y’hear.  For the

               first time in alotta years

               this championship fight is

               gonna be on your home T.V.!

               Free — ‘Course that’s just

               for Philly — My present to

               the city…

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     78.

 

 

                               APOLLO (CONT’D)

               Now some ya’ll ain’t much on

               likin’ me, but ya gotta admit

               Apollo Creed is one DAMN

               generous, 100% pure, government

               inspected, Afro-American Folk

               Hero!!!

 

Everyone laughs… Dipper moves across the room like a large

snake.  He brushes people aside and steps behind Rocky.  He

nudges him… Rocky thinks it is an accident and ignores it.

 

Dipper pushes harder and Rocky looks questioningly at him.

 

                               DIPPER

                       (loud)

               Ya nothin’, Boy!

 

Apollo stops his sales pitch in mid-sentence… The

television crew faces Dipper.

 

                               DIPPER

                       (continuing)

               I say ya nothin’!

 

                               MICKEY

               What’s happenin’ here?

 

                               DIPPER

               I’m happenin’!  This pig is

               takin’ my shot — I iz a

               contender.  He’s nothin’.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (dumbstruck)

               Yo’, Dipper, why’re ya —

 

                               DIPPER

                       (shaking his fist)

               Spar me in front of these here

               TV dudes — I knock ya ass to

               Jersey!

 

Dipper’s fat black trainer holds out his hands and Dipper

slaps them soul style.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (to Dipper)

               You can forget about sparring,

               kid.

 

                               DIPPER

               Yo’ know I iz the best man

               here!  Yo’ said so yoself!

 

 

                                                                     79.

 

 

                               MICKEY

                       (almost

                       apologetically

                       to the crew)

               Why let Rocky here take a

               chance on cuttin’ or breakin’

               a hand? — Take a shower,

               Dipper.

 

                               DIPPER

               Don’t mouth me, old man, I’ll

               knock yo’ out too.  C’mon,

               wop, spar me, let everybody

               see who’s got the heat around

               here.

 

Silence looms over the gym… Apollo is apprehensive.  The

scene is becoming too real.  The frightened television crew

slyly begins putting away their expensive equipment.

 

                               DIPPER

                       (continuing; insanely)

               Man, yo’ best keep them

               cameras out!  Fight me, boy!

               Let Creed here see the kind of

               punk he’s fightin’!

 

Mike forces his way through the crowd and stands behind Rocky.

 

                               MIKE

               Don’t chance it, man — He’s

               sick.

 

                               MICKEY

               This is gettin’ outta hand —

               Rocky will fight in the ring

               January first, not here!

 

                               DIPPER

               Yo’ yellow, old man.

 

                               MICKEY

               Not yellow, cautious.

                       (to the crew)

               See, it’s very easy for a

               fighter to accidentally hurt —

 

Dipper suddenly steps forward and slaps Rocky very hard

across the side of the head… The gym becomes stone cold.

Dipper is in total command and enjoying every moment of it.

 

 

                                                                     80.

 

 

                               DIPPER

               If yo’re afraid to fight me,

               then get down an’ kiss my

               feet, boy.

 

Mickey looks nervously around and knows it’s only seconds

before the blood will run… Rocky stands motionless.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (softly)

               Let’s take a walk, Rock.

               Please, don’t take a chance.

               He wants to hurt you so you

               can’t fight.

 

Rocky swallows his pride.  He still has the string around

his ankles.  He starts to shuffle away with Mickey… Dipper

steps forward and viciously slaps Rocky again.

 

Mike jumps forward.

 

                               MIKE

               Why you tryin’ to cut ‘im, man!

               Back off, scumbag, or I’ll

               bite your face!

 

Dipper cuts loose with a hook and knocks Mike flat.  The

room reeks of fear… Apollo’s eyes flick back and forth

between Rocky and Dipper.  Apollo taps his bodyguards and

they begin to ease away.

 

                               DIPPER

               … Now, boy, kiss my feet.

 

Rocky eyes his friend lying on the floor.  He shuffles

forward and stands before Dipper.

 

                               DIPPER

                       (continuing;

                       almost in a whisper)

               … Kiss ’em.

 

Rocky looks at Mickey, then lowers his eyes to Dipper’s

feet… Dipper smiles.  Rocky starts to bend towards the

shoes.  Without warning, he explodes with a pair of

combinations into Dipper’s exposed ribs.  A CRACK is HEARD

and Dipper sinks to the floor writhing in pain… The room

is silent except for Dipper’s moaning.

 

Apollo is stunned by the scene.  The gym has become a very

gloomy place.  He eyes Rocky with admiration and a hint of

apprehension… He leaves.

 

 

                                                                     81.

 

 

Mickey is the first one to shake off the chill… He shakes

his fists at the Reporters, and puts his arm around Rocky.

 

                               MICKEY

               The kid’s got cannons — Print

               that.

 

The crowd disperses, leaving Dipper a pathetic and broken

figure lying on a dirty gym floor.

 

INT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

They enter the dismal apartment… On the floor are at least

ten telegrams.  Rocky scoops them up and tosses them aside.

Next to the door is a pile of over a hundred telegrams.

                               ADRIAN

               Don’t you open them anymore?

 

                               ROCKY

               They either say, ‘Kill the

               nigger’ or ‘Hope you die,

               Honky.’ — What ya got in the

               bag?

 

Adrian steps to the window.  She pulls a pair of short but

lovely curtains from a shopping bag… The colorful curtains

glare in the dark room.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Like?

 

                               ROCKY

               Sharp — Real nice.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Really — You don’t think

               they’re overly feminine?

 

                               ROCKY

               No… Sharp — You look great.

 

Adrian smiles and pulls out a small Christmas wreath…

Rocky smiles.  His eyes show what he feels for this woman.

 

                               ROCKY

               Adrian, you really look great,

               y’know — But I can’t fool

               around durin’ trainin’ —

               makes the legs weak.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Don’t want weak legs.

 

 

                                                                     82.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Can’t fool around — You look

               very great.

 

                               ADRIAN

               — The legs.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah… But I think weak legs

               ain’t bad sometimes, y’know.

 

Rocky approaches in a seductive manner.  Adrian

uncharacteristically removes her sweater.  Underneath is a

T-shirt that reads “Win, Rocky, Win.”

 

                               ADRIAN

               I thought it might be cute.

 

                               ROCKY

               Ya right —

                       (laughs)

               Mebbe we best just hold

               hands — the shirt made me

               feel guilty, y’know.

 

SCENE FADES.

 

EXT. STREET – PRE-DAWN

 

Rocky is running… for extra weight he carries his huge

dog, Butkus.  After a half a block he sags under the weight,

and laughing, begins to wrestle with the dog on the

pavement… Rocky tries to sneak away from the dog, but

after a few steps the beast sees him and chases him down the

street.

 

EXT. EASTERN PACKING COMPANY – DAWN

 

It is early morning and as usual Rocky jogs to the meathouse.

He is followed by his new dog, Butkus.  He is stopped short

when he notices several television news vans parked out front.

 

INT. EASTERN PACKING COMPANY – DAWN

 

He and the dog enter the freezer area and see several

reporters and men with mini-cameras milling around… Paulie

is waiting for him — Rocky is upset and goes outside.

Paulie follows.

 

 

                                                                     83.

 

 

EXT. EASTERN PACKING COMPANY – DAWN

 

                               PAULIE

               Yo, Rock.  I made a few phone

               calls an’ thanks to me ya

               goin’ to be a big man —

               Thatta dog?

 

                               ROCKY

               Whatta these guys want?

 

                               PAULIE

               To see ya train.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, what’s with you? — It was

               suppose to be private.

 

                               PAULIE

               I thought I was doin’ ya a

               favor — C’mon inside —

               Y’know, my sister really likes

               ya.

 

Rocky follows Paulie inside.

 

INT. EASTERN PACKING COMPANY – DAY

 

A REPORTER points in Rocky’s direction and suddenly he is

surrounded and led into the freezer area and positioned

beside a slab of hanging beef.  The camera lights go on.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Just relax, Mr. Balboa —

                       (to the camera)

               Today we’re here with

               heavyweight challenger, Rocky

               Balboa.  The reason we are

               standing in a refrigerated box

               is that Mr. Balboa has an

               unusual method of training and

               in a moment he is going to

               demonstrate it for our viewing

               audience — But first, Rocky,

               how did you ever come to train

               in an icebox?

 

                               ROCKY

               Ah — My buddy Paulie let me

               in one day an’ I hit the beef

               here an’ liked it — An’ since

               I become a challenger, the

               owner don’t mind neither.

 

 

                                                                     84.

 

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Is this a common training

               method — I mean do other

               fighters pound raw meat?

 

                               ROCKY

               I think me and Paulie invented

               it.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               Would you give us a

               demonstration?

 

Rocky steps over to a hanging beef and begins pounding with

incredible intensity… Everyone present is taken aback.

Rocky completes hitting the meat and stands there with his

hands dripping beef blood.

 

The Commentator is unnerved and Rocky looks straight into

the camera lens and holds up his bloody fists.

 

                               COMMENTATOR

               … Diane Lewis in the

               meathouse with the Southpaw,

               Rocky Balboa.

 

INT. JERGENS’ OFFICE – DAY

 

Apollo sits behind Jergens’ desk.  Jergens is not present.

Four middle-aged and younger types and Creed’s lawyer sit

around the desk.  The desk is flowing with forms and charts.

 

                               APOLLO

               How much is being channeled

               into West Coast closed-circuit

               advertising?

 

                               LAWYER

               Three hundred thousand.

 

                               APOLLO

               Make it four hundred an’ fifty.

                       (to younger man)

               Send two hundred roses to the

               mayor’s wife from me, get a

               picture an’ make sure it gets

               all the papers.

 

                               BUSINESSMAN #3

               Do ya want to run the fifteen

               radio spots in the mid-west?

               I think you could spend the

               money better in Canadian

               publicity.

 

 

                                                                     85.

 

 

                               APOLLO

               Yeah, I’d like to get Canada —

               see, if we can get a tax

               break — Gimme the figures on

               the Program Concession.

 

Meanwhile, the trainer sits across the room in a darkened

corner looking at a small television.  He is watching

Rocky’s bloody exhibition on the news…

 

He waves at Apollo.

 

                               TRAINER

                       (worried)

               Apollo, you oughta come see

               this boy you’re gonna fight on

               TV — looks like he means

               business.

 

Apollo is still engrossed in his paperwork.

 

                               APOLLO

               I mean business, too —

                       (to men)

               The gross rental of the arena

               is gonna include the four

               hundred ushers, right? —

               Gimme some coffee.

 

EXT. PAULIE’S STREET – NIGHT

 

It is a moonless night and Paulie staggers across the street

and enters his building… He staggers up the stairs.

 

INT. PAULIE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Paulie removes his coat and tosses it listlessly in a

chair… He rubs his red eyes and sways into the kitchen.

 

He takes a bottle of wine out of the icebox.  As he swills

the wine he hears the SOUND of Rocky’s and Adrian’s VOICES

traveling from his sister’s room.  Paulie’s face tightens

and he staggers towards the bedroom.

 

He stands outside the bedroom door and peers through a

crack… Rocky, Adrian, and the dog are watching TV in the

otherwise darkened room.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … And he called the

               reporters —

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah… Threw my whole day off.

 

 

                                                                     86.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

               Don’t be mad at him — He just

               wants to help.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo — I ain’t mad.  I’m just

               outta joint when reporters are

               around — They take cheap

               shots an’ Paulie knows it.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Are you going to say

               anything to him?

 

                               ROCKY

               … What’s to say?  I dunno

               what he wants from me —

 

Filled with uncontrollable anger, Paulie smashes into the

room.

 

                               PAULIE

               Nothin’!  I want nothin’ from

               you!!!

 

                               ADRIAN

               Paulie!

 

                               PAULIE

               Shutup!  I want nothin’ — I

               ain’t no charity case!  Get

                outta my house!

 

                               ADRIAN

               It’s not your house —

 

                               PAULIE

               You ain’t no friend no more —

               Go home!  Outta my house I

               want ya!

 

                               ADRIAN

               Don’t talk like that to him!

 

                               PAULIE

               Get outta my life both of ya’s.

 

Paulie kicks the door out of frustration and appears to be

bordering on a nervous breakdown.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (continuing)

               Outta my house I want ya!!

 

 

                                                                     87.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               … It’s cold outside, Paulie.

 

Paulie goes to the living room closet and removes a baseball

bat… Rocky and Adrian quickly follow.

 

                               PAULIE

               I don’t want ya messin’ up my

               sister no more — He’s scum

               from the corner, I don’t raise

               ya to hang with no bum!

 

Adrian is speechless… Rocky moves towards Paulie.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (continuing;

                       raising the bat)

               … Wanna hit on me?  C’mon —

               C’mon, I’ll break both ya arms

               so’s they never work…

 

Rocky freezes…

 

                               ADRIAN

               … Paulie.  Stop now!

 

                               PAULIE

               I want ‘im outta here —

                       (to Rocky)

               Don’t think I’m good enough to

               work for Gazzo?

                       (spits)

               That’s what I think of bums

               like you an’ Gazzo!

                       (spits again)

               You’re goin’ up an’ don’t care

               enough to throw Paulie some

               crumbs!

                       (spits)

               I give ya meat, an’ I give ya

               my sister, too!

 

                               ADRIAN

               Only a pig would say that!

 

Paulie smashes a small table with the bat.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (to Adrian)

               You forget what I went through

               to give ya the best.

 

 

                                                                     88.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

               You gave me what?!  Knots!

               You gave me knots in here

               every day — you made me

               scared of everything!

 

                               PAULIE

               I always seen ya had the best,

               but did ya ever think of

               puttin’ in a good word for me

               with this scumbag!

 

Paulie smashes a large lamp with the bat.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Don’t do that again!

 

                               PAULIE

               Get away from me — I could

               never even get married ’cause

               you couldn’t live by yaself —

               ya’d die by yaself!  So

               instead I put you two

               together — Did ya think of

               puttin’ in a good word for

               me? — You owe me!

 

                               ADRIAN

               Owe you what?

 

                               PAULIE

               You owe me an’ are supposed to

               treat me good!

 

                               ADRIAN

               Good?  Good, Paulie?!  I’ve

               been treatin’ you like a baby.

               Since I can’t remember it’s so

               long — I’m the only one who

               feeds you an’ puts you in bed

               when ya can’t stand up — and

               it’s you that made me feel

               like a loser — That’s what ya

               use to call me ‘Loser’ — What

               kind of name is that?  So can

               ya blame me for not remembering

               to talk about you when I’m

               with Rocky — I don’t owe you,

               Paulie, you owe me.

 

The brother flares up and threatens Adrian with the bat.

 

                               PAULIE

               You busted?!

 

 

                                                                     89.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

               What?!

 

                               PAULIE

               You a virgin? — Ya let ‘im in

               ya pants, didn’t ya!  Ya

               pulled down ya pants an’ let

               him have it, didn’t ya!!

 

Mortified, Adrian runs to her room… Rocky steps to Paulie.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (fuming)

               Hey —

 

Paulie cocks the bat back and tenses… Rocky remains still.

 

                               PAULIE

                       (softly)

               … I can’t haul meat no more.

 

                               ROCKY

               What can I do about it?

 

                               PAULIE

               Christ, I been beggin’ ya for

               a break until I’m sick inside.

 

                               ROCKY

               What break?  Huh?  What break!

               Who am I to give breaks!  I’m

               a fighter, you haul meat.  You

               do what you do an’ I do what I

               do best — that’s it — that’s

               life, man!

 

Paulie looks ashamed… Rocky walks, then returns.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               … An’ what ya said to my

               girlfriend ain’t right — Do

               it again, I’ll kill ya.

 

Rocky goes into the bedroom… Adrian has buried her face in

a pillow… She is rocking slightly.  Rocky cradles her and

kisses her cheek.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Wanna hear a dirty joke?

 

 

                                                                     90.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

                       (smiles)

               … Yes —

 

INT. MICKEY’S OFFICE – DAY

 

Mickey is in his cluttered office above the gym… the room

is dark.  Blankets are tacked over the windows.  Rocky is

watching 8 mm movies of Apollo Creed in action… Rocky

watches with intense concentration as the fighter moves like

a huge dancer around the ring.

 

                               MICKEY

               His defense is great, can’t

               lie ’bout that — You have a

               rollin’ style.  Can’t retreat

               as fast — But your style

               ain’t retreatin’.

 

They both watch the flickering images.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               See how he plays sometimes —

               Drives his cornermen nuts.

               Nobody knows his next move —

               Him included.

 

They watch more action… Creed has a fighter helpless

against the ropes.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Killer instinct — Ya both got

               the killer touch.  Interestin’.

               See that! — Right-cross

               combination.  Beautiful.  But

               you got the power to rip the

               body.

 

They watch more action.

 

                               MICKEY

                       (continuing)

               Rocky, when ya climb into the

               square, an’ know ya’ meetin’

               the best fighter in the world,

               ya’ gonna be ready, ya’ gonna

               be ready ’cause I been waitin’

               for fifty years — Fifty years.

               When I’m done with you, you’ll

               gonna be able to spit nails.

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     91.

 

 

                               MICKEY (CONT’D)

               You’ll gonna be able to eat

               lightin’ and crap thunder —

               You’ll be a very, very

               dangerous person…

 

The SCENE FADES on Mickey’s voice and Rocky staring

transfixed at the images projecting on the wall…

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – DAY

 

Rocky is pounding the heavy bag with intense concentration.

As he strikes from all angles, Mickey instructs.

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – LATER

 

Rocky now works on the incline situp board… While doing

situps, he pounds himself in the stomach with a dumbbell.

The pain is evident on his face.

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – STILL LATER

 

Pushups between two chairs as Mike sits on his shoulders…

Mickey coaching drives him on.

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – STILL LATER

 

Mike has on a pair of target gloves and Rocky moves around

the ring swinging at them.

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – STILL LATER

 

Drenched in sweat, Rocky hums the speed bag.  His expression

is hard and flushed.  Mickey clicks a stopwatch and pats

Rocky’s shoulder… He is very happy.

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – STILL LATER

 

Rocky has just completed exercising with the medicine ball…

Dino hands him a towel… Paulie crosses the gym as Rocky

heads to the steam room… A thin man crosses the gym and

Mickey nods.

 

                               MICKEY

               What cha say, Benny — Meet

               ‘The Rock.’ This is our

               cutman, Benny Stein.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, Benny.

 

                               MICKEY

               Check the eyes, Ben.

 

 

                                                                     92.

 

 

Benny checks the skin around Rocky’s eyes.

 

                               BENNY

               Ain’t bad.  Seen worse —

               Cover up an’ things should be

               okay.

 

                               MICKEY

               Take a shower.

 

Heading towards the shower, Rocky is intercepted by Paulie

who traverses the gym.  He stops Rocky at the shower room

entrance.

 

                               PAULIE

               Yo, Rock, I think I found an

               angle to make some bread usin’

               ya name, ya mind?

 

Exhausted, Rocky studies Paulie’s face a moment and nods

‘yes.’… Rocky sways into the shower room and Paulie

strides off.

 

EXT. STREET – DAY

 

Running… Rocky’s crowd of trailing boys has tripled.

Dashing through the streets, he resembles the Pied Piper.

 

EXT. ART MUSEUM STAIRS – DAY

 

It is twilight and Rocky is alone at the very bottom of a

huge flight of steps that seem to stretch into the heavens…

Rocky takes a deep breath and sprints up the never-ending

stairs… Halfway up, his body shows the strain.  Nearing

the top, Rocky pumps with all his strength and arrives at

the very top… He looks down the steep stairs and swells

with pride… He is ready.

 

INT. MAYOR’S OFFICE – DAY

 

Rocky is led into Mayor Rizzo’s office by an aide… Rocky

is very nervous as he approaches the mayor, who is seated

behind his wide desk.

 

                               MAYOR

               Sit down, Rocky.

 

Flips open a thick file that lays in front of him.

 

 

                                                                     93.

 

 

                               MAYOR

                       (continuing)

               I’ve been going over your

               record — You’ve been the busy

               type —

                       (reading)

               Nineteen arrests — probation

               three times — expelled from

               seven public schools in 1964

               and ’65.

 

Rocky tries to sink into the chair.

 

                               MAYOR

                       (continuing)

               I’m a very busy man, but I

               just wanted to remind you that

               you’ll be setting an example

               for thousands of guys like

               yourself and maybe start them

               off in a new direction and

               give our police force a

               break — I also hope you try

               your very best and bring pride

               to Philadelphia.

 

                               ROCKY

               … I’ll try.

 

The mayor presses a button and a photographer enters.

 

                               MAYOR

               Would you stand up, please.

 

Rocky rises and the mayor shakes his hand… Their picture

is taken three times… The photographer exits.

 

                               MAYOR

                       (continuing)

               Thank you for coming by,

               Rocky — good luck.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (turns)

               Any time.

 

                               MAYOR

                       (sitting)

               Wait… After the fight you’ll

               have nearly a hundred and

               fifty thousand dollars — What

               do you plan to do with it?

 

 

                                                                     94.

 

 

                               ROCKY

                       (smiles)

               … Run for mayor.

 

The mayor is shocked at first but then breaks into a big,

friendly laugh, and Rocky exits.

 

INT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Adrian and Rocky are at his apartment.  They are looking at

new scrapbooks.  Newsweek Magazine: Headline: “The Italian

Stallion or Donkey?” — Philadelphia Magazine — Rocky

stands with the mayor.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Rocky, do you realize everybody

               in this country knows your

               face, and after the fight

                everybody in the world is

               going to.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah…

 

She flips through Sports Illustrated, The American Sportsman,

Ring Magazine, World Boxing, True, and a multitude of other

clippings.

 

The TELEPHONE RINGS… Rocky rises and walks to the new

white object hanging on the wall.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               My first call… Hello?  Yeah,

               speakin’ — Who is this?

               Bruce?  Bruce who? — Yo,

               Bruce!  How ya been?  I ain’t

               seen ya for nine or eight

               years — Yeah, things is

               great, how’s things with you

               upstate — Ya sellin’ real

               estate, hey, that’s a good

               job… Yeah, I gotta advance,

               but I bought ringside seats

               for the guys at the gym.  I

               get the hundred an’ fifty

               grand after the fight…

 

Adrian overhears the statement.

 

 

                                                                     95.

 

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               … Yeah, I know it’s a lotta

               money — Condominiums?  Nobody

               uses them anybody.  Listen, I

               think a pet shop is a good

               investment, y’know — I don’t

               care ’bout long hours —

               there’s no depreciation —

               that don’t matter none to

               me — Yeah, I like animals.

               Why don’t ya give me ya number

               an’ I’ll call ya back?  Lemme

               getta pencil —

 

Rocky makes no motion to get a pencil.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Okay, what is it — four-

               twelve 659-2424.  Yeah, yeah,

               thanks for callin’ — Sure

               I’ll get back to ya, Bruce —

               see ya.

 

Rocky hangs up.

 

                               ADRIAN

               What was that you said about a

               pet shop?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (distant)

               … What?

 

                               ADRIAN

               What did you say about a pet

               shop?

 

                               ROCKY

               I don’t want ya cleanin’

               nobody else’s cages no more.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Is everything all right?

 

                               ROCKY

               I gotta go out for a while.

 

Rocky grabs his coat and moves to the front door.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing; to dog)

               … Come.

 

 

                                                                     96.

 

 

INT. GOLDMILL’S GYM – NIGHT

 

Rocky arrives at Goldmill’s Gym… He unlocks the gym’s door.

Rocky and the dog move through the eerie shadows of the gym.

 

Rocky moves across the gym with his dog and moves up the

steps to Mickey’s office… At the top of the stairs he

looks down at the ring, reflects for a moment, then enters

the office.

 

INT. MICKEY’S OFFICE – NIGHT

 

After turning on the lights, he quickly cleans the cluttered

desk and sets up the projector… He goes to the cabinet and

removes a stack of 16 mm films.

 

                                              DISSOLVE TO:

 

INT. MICKEY’S OFFICE – SEVERAL HOURS LATER

 

The office clock indicates it is several hours later.  Rocky

is engrossed in watching another Apollo Creed film.  He sits

motionless.

 

Rocky sits upright.  Something catches his eyes… He

springs at the projector.  He reruns the scene several times.

 

                                              DISSOLVE TO:

 

INT. MICKEY’S OFFICE – SEVERAL HOURS LATER

 

Several hours later Rocky is engrossed in watching another

Apollo Creed film… He sits motionless.  Something catches

his eye.  Rocky stops the projector as Apollo is delivering

a knockout blow to an unfortunate opponent.

 

Rocky moves right up to freeze frame and inspects it like it

was a priceless painting… He backs off and begins writing

on a note pad.

 

                                              DISSOLVE TO:

 

INT. MICKEY’S OFFICE – DAWN

 

The first light of dawn streams through Mickey’s filthy

windows… Rocky is slumped in a chair and it is apparent he

has lost interest in watching the movies.

 

The film has completed its run through the projector and

lazily flops around on the top reel… Listlessly Rocky rubs

his reddened eyes.

 

 

                                                                     97.

 

 

The door opens and Mickey flips on the light… The two men

stare at each other for a long moment.  Mickey studies

Rocky’s despondent expression and knows what is on the

fighter’s mind.

 

                               MICKEY

               … I know what you’re

               thinkin’m kid — At least ya

               gotta shot — All ya can do is

               try ya’ best.

 

Rocky stands and, with his dog, inches past Mickey and exits

the room.  Mickey walks over and turns off the projector.

He idly pushes the machine with a lazy motion until it

slides off the desk and crashes to the floor.

 

EXT. STREET – DAWN

 

After leaving Mickey’s gym, Rocky and his dog listlessly

move down the street and head for home.

 

INT. ROCKY’S APARTMENT – DAY

 

Rocky arrives at his apartment… Adrian is asleep on the

couch.  He lowers himself beside her.  Her eyes open.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Can’t do it.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … What?

 

                               ROCKY

               … I can’t beat him.

 

                               ADRIAN

               Apollo?

 

                               ROCKY

               Yeah, I can’t beat him.

 

Adrian touches his face.

 

                               ROCKY

               I been watchin’ the movies —

               studyin’ — He ain’t weak

               nowhere.

 

                               ADRIAN

               What’re we going to do?

 

                               ROCKY

               … I dunno.

 

 

                                                                     98.

 

 

                               ADRIAN

               Oh, Rocky — you worked so hard.

 

                               ROCKY

               It ain’t so bad, ’cause I was

               a nothin’ before —

 

                               ADRIAN

               Don’t say that.

 

                               ROCKY

               C’mon, it’s true — But that

               don’t bother me — I just

               wanna prove somethin’ — I

               ain’t no bum… It don’t

               matter if I lose… Don’t

               matter if he opens my head…

               The only thing I wanna do is

               go the distance — That’s all.

               Nobody’s ever gone fifteen

               rounds with Creed.  If I go

               them fifteen rounds, an’ that

               bell rings an’ I’m still

               standin’, I’m gonna know then

               I weren’t just another bum

               from the neighborhood…

 

Adrian touches Rocky’s face… The fighter gently lowers

himself beside his woman.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               … No foolin’ around.

 

INT. ARENA – NIGHT

 

It is the night of the Bicentennial fight… The location is

the Philadelphia Spectrum.

 

The Spectrum is filling to capacity… Grandly dressed

celebrities and wealthy fight fans lower themselves into

their ringside seat.  Nearly everyone is holding a red,

white, and blue sweater…

 

The arena is decorated in tons of patriotic red, white and

blue.  High above the ring are huge posters of GEORGE

WASHINGTON – ABE LINCOLN – DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. – BEN

FRANKLIN – and APOLLO CREED.

 

INT. APOLLO’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Apollo Creed sits in his dressing room… It is dead silent

except for some NOISE that filters under the door from the

arena.

 

 

                                                                     99.

 

 

It is a CLOSE-UP of Apollo’s hand being taped… The RASPING

SOUND of the adhesive tape is very pronounced.

 

INT. ROCKY’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

The atmosphere is identical to Apollo’s dressing room.

Adrian watches in silence as Mike wraps Rocky’s hand.

 

Again, the most pronounced SOUND is the RASPING of the

adhesive tape.

 

INT. APOLLO’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Apollo’s other hand is being wrapped.  Dead silence except

for the TAPE and APOLLO’S BREATHING.

 

INT. ROCKY’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Rocky’s other hand is being wrapped in a CLOSE-UP.  The only

SOUND is the TAPE and ROCKY’S mounting BREATHING PATTERN.

 

INT. APOLLO’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

CLOSE-UP of drops being placed in his nose to help increase

his intake of oxygen.  The tremendously magnified SOUND of

APOLLO TAKING IN AIR.

 

INT. ROCKY’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

CLOSE-UP of the drops being placed in Rocky’s nose.

 

INT. APOLLO’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

A heavy coating of vaseline is applied around the Champion’s

eyes… In an EXTREME CLOSE-UP, the eyes shine brightly with

the grease.

 

INT. ROCKY’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Grease is smeared around Rocky’s eyes… In the EXTREME

CLOSE-UP several deep scars are SEEN.

 

INT. APOLLO’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

CLOSE-UP of Apollo’s trainer digging his fingers deeply into

the thick neck muscles of Apollo’s upper back and neck.

 

INT. ROCKY’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

CLOSE-UP OF Mike’s arms wrapped around Rocky’s waist and

lifting his diaphragm up… Magnified BREATHING ROARS from

the screen.

 

 

                                                                     100.

 

 

INT. APOLLO’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Apollo’s trainer slips a mouthpiece into Apollo’s mouth.

Apollo shakes his head and the trainer removes it and places

another one in the champ’s mouth… Creed nods yes.

 

INT. ROCKY’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Everyone present is motionless as Rocky is in the bathroom.

Alone, Rocky is on his knee praying.  Completing his silent

prayer, he stands and looks at himself in the mirror.

Suddenly a wave of emotion sweeps over him as he thinks that

in a few moments he will face the most overwhelming challenge

of his life.

 

Out in the dressing room, the door opens and a guard leans

in and nods that it is time.  He leaves… Rocky steps out.

 

                               MICKEY

               … It’s time, kid.

 

Rocky nods and moves toward Adrian.

 

                               ADRIAN

               … I’ll wait for you here.

 

Rocky nods and she kisses him.  The fighter leaves with his

trainers… Adrian is on the verge of tears.

 

INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

 

Rocky, Mickey and Mike start down the long hallway… Up

ahead are three security guards… Rocky rubs his bare

shoulders.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, Mick, can I have my rob?

 

Rocky puts on the robe… Embroidered across the back in

flaming letters is:

 

               “THE ITALIAN STALLION”

 

                               *Pennzoil*

 

Mike helps him into the robe… Mickey is not amused.

 

                               MICKEY

               Don’t you care what the people

               will say?

 

                               ROCKY

               … I’m doin’ it for a friend.

 

 

                                                                     101.

 

 

                               MICKEY

               Whatta you get outta this?

 

                               ROCKY

               I get the robe an’ Paulie gets

               three grand.

 

                               MICKEY

               … Shrewd.

 

INT. ARENA – NIGHT

 

TWO RINGSIDE COMMENTATORS sit in front of a panel of closed

circuit televisions.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               We would like to welcome our

               viewing audience to the Grand

               World Championship Bicentennial

               Heavyweight Fight — the first

               major event of the Bicentennial

               Year… A point of interest is

               that the fight is being beamed

               to more than seven hundred and

               fifty million fans in theatres

               in nearly every corner of the

               world.  I would like to

               welcome an old friend, and co-

               commentator for this evening’s

               event — Jimmy Michaels.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               Thank you, Bob.  The

               electricity is everywhere

               tonight.  Rocky Balboa, a

               fifty-to-one underdog, is

               living a Cinderella story

               which has captured peoples’

               imaginations all over the

               world — to quote a popular

               sports magazine, ‘The fighting

               style should be ‘The Caveman

               Against the Cavalier.’ From

               the increase in sound it

               appears the challenger is now

               approaching the ring… His

               record is forty-four wins,

               twenty losses and thirty-eight

               knockouts.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               I only wonder if this man has

               the skill to go past three

               rounds — Vegas odds say, ‘no.’

 

 

                                                                     102.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

A wedge of uniformed guards knife down the aisle to the ring.

Many people wish Rocky well as he passes… people also hurl

insults.  From the expression on Mickey’s face it is also

the greatest night of his life.  In the audience are familiar

faces from the gym.  From the back of the arena a ROAR goes

up… Apollo Creed is in a mock boat dressed like George

Washington.  He throws silver dollars.  The NOISE builds to

DEAFENING proportions.  Creed’s trainer holds the rope and

Creed bounds into the ring.  He tears off the Washington

outfit and it is clearly SEEN that Apollo Creed is garbed in

an outrageous Uncle Sam outfit… On his head is a red,

white and blue sequined top hat.  The robe is sequined red,

white and blue.  His boxing trunks are red, white and blue

silk with stars around the waistband.  The boxing shoes

match the trunks.  On his chin is a pointed white Uncle Sam

beard.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               You could go deaf with the

               noise — it undoubtedly means

               Champion Apollo Creed is

               heading towards the ring —

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               Am I seeing right?  Creed is

               approaching the ring in a boat.

               Is he supposed to be George

               Washington?  Obviously so.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               It’s been confirmed that it is

               definitely an impersonation of

               George Washington — a great

               way to start 1976 off.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               I agree.

 

Immediately Creed begins gracefully dancing in a wide circle.

He passes within inches of Rocky in his Uncle Sam outfit.

 

                               APOLLO

               I want you!  I want you!

 

The crowd loves the taunting.  Apollo Creed floats back to

his corner.

 

                               MICKEY

               Don’t let ‘im get you tight.

 

 

                                                                     103.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Whatta ya think that outfit

               cost?

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The ANNOUNCER steps to the center of the ring… Several men

in suits stand against the ropes… Paulie is dressed nicely

and sits at ringside with a pretty blonde escort.  Rocky

waves at him.  Paulie waves back and secretly gestures at

his date… Rocky smiles and gestures back.

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               Ladies and gentlemen —

               Welcome to the Bicentennial

               Heavyweight Championship

               Fight… We are very proud to

               have with us four former Great

               Champions… Ladies an’ gents,

               ‘The one and only ‘Manassa

               Mauler’ — Jack Dempsey!’

 

The CROWD ROARS and JACK DEMPSEY waves and goes to Creed’s

corner, then Rocky’s.

 

                               DEMPSEY

               Good luck, kid.

 

He moves off.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (to Mickey)

               Christ, Jack Dempsey.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The Announcer points and the timekeeper RINGS the BELL.

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               Former Middleweight Champion —

               ‘The Bronx Bull’ — Jake

               LaMotta!

 

JAKE LA MOTTA raises his fist and gives best wishes to both

contenders… Timekeeper RINGS the BELL.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

                               ANNOUNCER

                       (continuing)

               The man with the big punch —

               Everybody’s favorite, ‘The

               Brown Bomber ‘ — Joe Louis!

 

 

                                                                     104.

 

 

JOE LOUIS bows and steps to Creed’s corner.  Creed strikes a

boxing pose and Louis tosses a playful punch.

                               ROCKY

               They must be friends.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               Now, last but certainly not

               least — the former Heavyweight

               Champion, a son of Philly,

               Smoking Joe Frazier!

 

FRAZIER rumbles to the center of the ring.  The CROWD CHEERS.

Apollo puts on a show… He grimaces and gestures like he’s

going to attack Frazier.  His cornermen hold him back.  They

laugh.  Frazier goes to Rocky’s corner.

 

                               FRAZIER

               Save some of him for me.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The Commentators beckon to Frazier as he exits the ring.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               The former champ looks great —

               Can we get Joe over here —

               here he comes.

 

Joe Frazier stands in front of the Commentators.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

                       (continuing)

               Joe, what are your feelings

               about tonight’s fight?

 

                               FRAZIER

               Well, I think any man who

               works an’ trains hard always

               gotta chance.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               You look in great shape, Joe.

 

                               FRAZIER

               I’m always in shape.

 

Joe laughs and exits.  The timekeeper RINGS the BELL.

 

 

                                                                     105.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               … Now for the evening’s main

               event — In the corner to my

               right, The Challenger, wearing

               white trunks — At one hundred

               an’ ninety-one pounds, one of

               Philly’s own sons — ‘The

               Italian Stallion,’ Rocky Balboa!

 

A good CROWD RESPONSE.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               In the far corner, wearing

               red, white an’ blue — Weighing

               in at two hundred and ten

               pounds — Undefeated in forty-

               six fights — the Heavyweight

               Champion of the World — ‘The

               Master of Disaster’ — Apollo

               Creed!

 

The arena EXPLODES and Creed puts on a display of hand speed.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The REFEREE motions to both fighters… They step to the

center of the ring.  As the Referee explains the rules

Apollo and Rocky stare hard into each other’s eyes… The

Referee’s voice fades and the fighters’ expressions fill the

screen… Something soulful and frightening is being

communicated.

 

                               REFEREE

               … Now come out fighting.

 

The fighters return to their corners.

 

                               MICKEY

               God bless ya, Rock.

 

                               ROCKY

               Thanks, Mick — I’m gonna try.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The BELL RINGS… Creed dances forward and boxes Rocky as

though he considers the man an amateur.

 

 

                                                                     106.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               The Champ stings the slower

               challenger with jabs at

               will — Balboa blocks eighty

               percent of the blows with his

               face — Creed doesn’t look the

               best he’s ever been but is

               moving smoothly — Creed snaps

               out a triple combination that

               backs Balboa into a corner —

               oh, a solid hook by Creed, a

               master of fist-men.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               The Champion is smiling and

               toying with the man — trying

               to give the fans their money’s

               worth and make a show of it

               with the badly out-classes

               challenger — Another left to

               right combination.  I feel

               sorry for —

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               Creed is down!!!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky suddenly explodes with an upswing hook to the jaw.

Creed is dropped.  The arena EXPLODES.  Creed’s eyes show

disbelief.  So do Rocky’s.

 

Rocky backs into his corner… Mickey and Mike yell at him.

 

                               MICKEY

               You can do it!  Goddamnit, you

               got the power!  The body, get

               the body!!!  Ya got him goin’!

 

                               REFEREE

               Six!… Seven!… Eight!…

 

Creed is up… His playful attitude is gone… he is now all

business.  His lightning jab stings Rocky’s face repeatedly.

 

                               APOLLO

               … Come at me, sucker!

 

Rocky charges and a terrific right crashes against Apollo’s

chin, followed by an uppercut to the liver that causes Creed

to cringe…

 

 

                                                                     107.

 

 

Apollo counters with jabs and Rocky whips brutal combinations

to the body.

 

The BELL RINGS.

 

ROCKY’S CORNER

 

                               ROCKY

               How am I doin’?

 

                               MICKEY

               Real good.

 

                               ROCKY

               See how fast he is — damn!

 

                               MICKEY

               Breathe deep — Keep ya chin

               down!!  Use the legs and drive

               through ‘im.  Attack —

               Attack — Attack!

 

APOLLO’S CORNER

 

Apollo does not sit.  He stands and clowns with the

spectators to prove he is not hurt.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (to Trainer)

               … That boy damn near broke

               my arm.

 

                               TRAINER

               Sure — He can hit — Don’t

               play no more — Stick an’

               move, hear?

 

                               APOLLO

               I’ll carry him ’till the third.

 

                               TRAINER

               Don’t play with this man, he’s

               fightin’ hard — Let ’em feel

               some real heat!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The BELL for the second round RINGS… Rocky rushes out fast

and furious.  Apollo melts out a left hook that raises a

goose egg over Rocky’s eye… Apollo employs footwork that

dazzles Rocky.  He has class.  He studies Rocky and employs

his lightning jab with cutting accuracy. Still Rocky shuffles

ahead, bombarding Creed’s midsection with hooks.

 

 

                                                                     108.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The round ends with Apollo assaulting Rocky with blinding

combinations and delivering a stupendous right cross that

flings Rocky into the ropes and shatters his nose… The

round ends.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Apollo stands in his corner and jokes with the fans, but he

is beginning to show the strain from the body punches.

 

                               APOLLO

               Man, I rearranged his face

               with that right — The people

               love what’s happenin’ tonight.

 

                               TRAINER

               People nothin’, you in a

               fight, my man, — ya best

               believe what you hear… Knock

               that boy out soon an’ let’s go

               home.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky sits as Mickey and Benny try to reduce the swelling

around his eyes… The nose is shattered.

 

                               MICKEY

               Ya nose is broke.

 

                               ROCKY

               Damn!  How’s it look?

 

                               MICKEY

               Can’t hardly tell.  Don’t

               swallow the blood — Go for

               his ribs.  Don’t let ‘im

               breathe.

 

                               ROCKY

               … The guy’s great.

 

                               MICKEY

               Why don’t ya tell ‘im you’re a

               fan!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The Commentators are caught up in the action.  They speak

rapidly into their microphones.

 

 

                                                                     109.

 

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               If you had asked anyone who

               knows boxing, they never

               would’ve predicted a first

               round knockdown and the second

               round punishment to the body

               of the Champion… Most

               fighters will tell you,

               receiving a good body punch is

               the next worst thing to dying.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               Round three ready to start and

               should be interesting to see

               if Creed can put the challenger

               away — there goes the bell.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Round three… Apollo comes out dancing.  He skips and side-

steps Rocky’s sledgehammer hooks.  An expert ring general,

Apollo uses the ring fully.  Rocky keeps tearing in and

Creed meets the bombing attack that cause thick swelling…

Near the end of the round Rocky fires a penetrating punch to

the heart.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               Apollo almost sprints out of

               his corner — feints and

               throws a pair of left-right

               combinations.  Balboa drops

               beneath a left upper cut and

               lands a very solid shot on

               Creed’s temple — not much

               movement from Balboa, duck a

               left, a right, another left

               and explodes with a right hook

               to the temple — I mean

               explodes.  The Champ backs off.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               There’s no way Apollo expected

               this kind of hitting power.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               No way — but the brilliant

               ability of the Champion to

               master situations like this is

               one of his most outstanding

               traits — Creed tosses a

               perfect right hand that rocks

               Rocky.

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     110.

 

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1 (CONT’D)

               Creed on the offensive —

               Balboa takes the punishment

               and counters with a left flush

               over the heart… that hurt.

 

The wallop knocks Apollo off balance… The CAMERA GOES TO A

STEEP ANGLE SHOT from the floor, VERTICALLY UP Apollo’s body.

The SCENE GOES INTO SLOW MOTION… Rocky releases a

terrifying uppercut that opens a gash under Creed’s eye.

Creed’s face contorts with excruciation.

 

                               TRAINER

                       (yelling)

               Cover your face!  Cover up!

                       (to Assistant)

               My man’s cut, my man’s

               bleedin’ — Get ready!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The BELL SOUNDS.  Apollo’s corner works frantically to close

the wound… The ring DOCTOR inspects the cut.

 

                               TRAINER

               Bad?  Talk to me, man!

 

                               DOCTOR

               Deep, but passable.

 

                               APOLLO

                       (staring at Rocky)

               … That man’s takin’ his job

               too serious.

 

                               TRAINER

               He’s movin’ to your left —

               don’t let him no more — dance

               and stick, hear?  Don’t

               play — I know what ya feelin’,

               but don’t play.

 

                               APOLLO

               He got lucky.

 

                               TRAINER

               Luck!  You fightin’ a crazy

               man — but you got him hurt

               bad.

                       (to Assistant)

               More ice, now!

 

 

                                                                     111.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky’s face is in very bad shape, not cut, but wretchedly

swollen around the eyes.

 

                               MICKEY

               How you holdin’ up, kid?

 

                               ROCKY

               Fine… That guy’s great.

 

                               MICKEY

               Gimme the water!  Ya getttin’

               tagged with his right.  I

               think you should feint left

               and high hook ‘im — Benny,

               check the eyes!  Can ya see?

 

                               ROCKY

                       (standing)

               See what?

 

                               MIKE

               Ya sappin’ his strength —

               He’s losin’ steam.

 

                               ROCKY

               He ain’t losin’ nothin’.

 

                               MICKEY

               Keep on him — You’re doin’

               great.

 

SERIES OF SHOTS

 

In the next ten rounds, Apollo cuts and slashes Rocky to

ribbons, but pays dearly… Both his eyes and lips are cut.

Welts across his midsection attest to Rocky’s body-battering.

 

INT. ROCKY’S DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

 

Adrian is unable to remain alone… She is lured by the

GROWING ROAR OF THE FANS… She exits the dressing room.

 

INT. ARENA HALL – NIGHT

 

Stepping out of the dressing room she walks down the corridor.

The MOUNTING CHEERS make her speed up.  She opens the door

at the end of the corridor and is hit by a THUNDEROUS WAVE

OF SOUND.  The guard at the door inspects her and goes back

to watching the fight.

 

 

                                                                     112.

 

 

INT. ARENA – NIGHT

 

Adrian stands at the rear of the arena and watches the

battle.  She is entranced by the power of it all.

 

Back in the ring, Rocky keeps grinding ahead.  He plants a

thumping left over the Champion’s heart and Creed winces…

Rocky is game but losing.

 

At ringside Paulie is frantic… He is living the fight from

his seat.

 

Mr. Gazzo and his Bodyguard watch from the second row.

Gazzo looks proud.  The Bodyguard, impassive.

 

INT. ANDY’S BAR – NIGHT

 

A huge and lively crowd look up at the television over the

bar… They see Rocky driving Creed against the ropes and

cheer loudly.

 

                               ANDY

               … The Rock’s got real stones.

 

INT. ARENA – NIGHT

 

The men are fighting with appalling tenacity.  Rocky rips

and tears into the body… Apollo counters with a ceaseless

stream of rapier-like lefts… The Challenger is seriously

outclassed.

 

                               APOLLO

               C’mon — Lemme cut yo’!

 

Rocky wades in and Creed employs incredible footwork.  He

sets himself and cuts loose with a thunderbolt right cross

to Rocky’s already broken nose.  Blood sprays from the wound

and red droplets drip from his chin…

 

Rocky takes a merciless beating and is staggered by a

torrent of combinations.  Rocky’s eyes are closed.  But

Creed cannot drop him… The BELL RINGS.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The Commentators shift in their seats.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               Without a doubt this is the

               most punishing brawl I have

               ever seen — The ringside

               audience is spotted with blood.

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     113.

 

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1 (CONT’D)

               This fight should have been

               stopped rounds ago but Rocky

               Balboa refuses to fall —

 

                               COMMENTATOR #2

               Not only has he refused to

               fall, but he has beaten the

               Champion’s body without mercy

               and the bout has become a

               vicious slugfest.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Apollo’s corner is in turmoil… The Champion is definitely

hurt.

 

                               APOLLO

               My side.

 

                               TRAINER

                       (to Assistant)

               Get that doctor.

 

                               APOLLO

               No doctor!

 

                               TRAINER

               You’re hurtin’, man!

 

                               APOLLO

               No doctor!… I’m feelin’

               good, bro!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

In Rocky’s corner, things are frantic.  His eyes are swollen

shut.

 

                               MICKEY

               Wanna keep goin’?

 

                               ROCKY

               Would you keep goin’?

 

                               MICKEY

               … Yeah.

 

                               MIKE

               No more, ya wanna lose an eye?

               No more.

 

 

                                                                     114.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Open my eyes — Please, open

               my eyes!

 

Mickey nods to Benny.  He secretly places a small ring knife

between his index and middle finger.  In one smooth movement

he drags the razor over the blood welts and quickly covers

the draining wounds with gauze… It is done so quickly no

one is ever aware of the operation.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

At the rear of the arena Adrian looks transfixed at the ring.

She is caught up in the heat of the battle.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The BELL RINGS for round fourteen.  Rocky bores in close,

but Apollo still has spring in his legs.  He seems determined

to end it this round… Apollo catches Rocky flush on the

jaw.  Rocky is staggered.  Like a wolf, Apollo cuts loose

with pure savagery.  Rocky is driven against the ropes and

receives a devastating beating from the Champion… Rocky is

dropped.

 

Rocky sits stunned in the middle of the ring… Everything

is a distortion.  He looks for familiar faces as though to

ask for help… Mickey and Mike scream frantically for him

to stay down.

 

                               REFEREE

               Six — Seven — Eight —

 

Rocky gets to his feet and tenses with renewed energy.  He

is like a wounded wild animal.  The tide suddenly turns.

Rocky drops low and catches Apollo with a pair of terrific

body punches that seem to drive Apollo’s diaphragm up to his

throat… A CRACK is HEARD.  A glaze of pain covers Apollo’s

eyes.  It is only a supreme effort that keeps the Champion

upright… Apollo is badly hurt.  He is bent over.

 

Rocky moves towards Apollo.  Apollo flicks dread jabs into

Rocky’s eyes… The Italian wades in with punches that seem

to bulge out Apollo’s back.  Creed takes the punishment like

a stoic.

 

Blood is running from Apollo’s mouth.  In the clinch he

leans over Rocky and it drips down the Italian’s neck and

shoulders.  Apollo shields his wound from the ringside

judges and continues to fight.

 

 

                                                                     115.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The BELL RINGS.  Apollo’s men rush out and guide him to his

corner.

 

                               APOLLO

               … Ribs broke —

 

Blood trickles from the corner of Apollo’s mouth.  The

Trainer feels the ribs.

 

                               TRAINER

               Yo’ bleedin’ inside, man —

               Get that doctor.

 

                               APOLLO

               One more round.

 

                               TRAINER

               Don’t kill yourself, man —

               Let the doctor stop the fight.

 

                               APOLLO

               … Stop jivin’!

 

                               TRAINER

               Cover the ribs — Look here,

               elbow down, tight — Tight —

               stand straight — you’re the

               best, you’re the best!

 

                               APOLLO

               … Thanks.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky no longer resembles himself… His face has completely

been beaten to jelly, but his mood is buoyant.

 

                               ROCKY

               How I look out there, Mick?

 

                               MICKEY

                       (truly worried)

               Great, kid, great.

 

The ring Doctor leans over Rocky and checks the eyes.

 

                               DOCTOR

               One more round — How do you

               feel?

 

Rocky is approaching the supreme moment of his life.  He

cannot be bothered with pain or doctors.

 

 

                                                                     116.

 

 

                               ROCKY

               Fine — Go away, I’m gonna

               make it — I’m gonna make it!

 

Everyone is distraught over Rocky’s dangerous condition.

 

                               MICKEY

               We gotta stop it, kid.

 

                               MIKE

               Ya gave it ya best shot!

 

                               MICKEY

               Nobody’s gonna say ya didn’t

               give ya all.  I can’t let ya

               go out.

 

Rocky stands and eyes them all.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (impassioned

                       and quietly)

               I’ll kill ya all… Don’t stop

               nothin’ —

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The BELL RINGS… Apollo moves cautiously out of his corner

and circles to Rocky’s right.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The Commentators stare unansweringly at the fighters.

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1

               The fight has slowed down to a

               near stand-still — Creed

               circles to Rocky’s right…

               The spectrum is nearly

               silent — Neither fighter has

               made a motion to throw… I’ve

               never seen anything like it in

               the last round of a

               championship fight… Apollo

               spits blood on the canvas.  It

               appears he is protecting his

               right side.  His ribs were

               probably injured at the end of

               round fourteen.

                               (MORE)

 

 

                                                                     117.

 

 

                               COMMENTATOR #1 (CONT’D)

               It’s confirmed, unofficially,

               Creed’s ribs may be broken —

               Apollo fakes a left and throws

               a big tired right — Balboa’s

               mouthpiece is out!  Creed

               attacks with one hand!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Apollo feints and Rocky falls for it.  The Champion unleashes

a lethal blow to the side of the head that jolts Rocky’s

mouthpiece into the second row… Rocky sags against the

ropes in a crucified position… The insane crowd leaps to

their feet.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky’s bloody teeth snarl at Apollo and he waves him to

come ahead and fight toe to toe… Apollo obliges with a

weary but effective burst of rights and lefts that have K.O.

written on every punch.  Rocky counters the assault blow for

blow.

 

                               ROCKY

               Gimme ya best!!!!

 

Mickey looks at the clock… TEN SECONDS TO GO.

 

                               ROCKY

                       (continuing)

               Gimme ya best!!!

 

Blood sprays over the ropes and onto the ringside

photographers… They are horrified and wipe away the blood.

 

The fighters stand toe to toe and drag every remaining bit

of strength from their souls and beat each other without

mercy.  They look hypnotized and have entered a dimension

far beyond blood and pain.

 

                               SIX

                               FIVE

                               FOUR

                               THREE

                               TWO

                               ONE!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The BELL RINGS… The arena EXPLODES with thunderous approval.

 

 

                                                                     118.

 

 

Their cornermen rush to their collapsed fighters… In the

midst of all the confusion both fighters look at each other

with unabashed respect — They stand like blood-drenched

gladiators on the most dramatic night of their lives.

 

As though reacting to some unspoken command, they both step

towards each other and embrace… Apollo whispers in Rocky’s

ear.

 

                               APOLLO

               … Ain’t gonna be no rematch.

 

                               ROCKY

               … Don’t want one.

 

Mickey comes over and separates them and leads him back to

his corner… Mickey embraces him.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

The Announcer enters the ring with a microphone.

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               Attention, please!!  Attention!!

                Ladies and gentlemen, tonight

               we have had the rare privilege

               to have witnessed the greatest

               exhibitions of stamina and

               guts ever in the history of

               sports.

 

The CROWD ROARS.

 

                               ANNOUNCER

                       (continuing)

               Ladies and gentlemen — We

               have a split decision!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Apollo did not expect this and tenses.  His corner nervously

tries to reassure him.  It does no good.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky did not expect this either and looks in confusion at

Mickey, but Mickey is frozen with anticipation.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               Judge Walker scores it eight-

               seven Creed… Judge Roseman

               scores it eight-seven Balboa.

 

 

                                                                     119.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Apollo is rigid.  Fear radiates from his eyes.  To lose the

crown on this night after the fight he fought would kill

him… A silence has blanketed the arena.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

                               ANNOUNCER

               Judge Conners scores it nine-

               six Creed… Winner and still

               Heavyweight Champion of the

               World, Apollo Creed!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky sorely smiles and looks at the waves of CHEERING fans

that circle the ring and reach out towards him… Mickey

grabs Rocky’s hand and raises it.  The CROWD ROARS.

 

                               MICKEY

               I don’t care what they say,

               you’re a winner.

 

                               ROCKY

               Yo, can I have my locker back?

 

Mickey and Rocky look at each other and grin.  Mickey hugs

Rocky like a son.  Mickey raises Rocky’s hand again.  Rocky

turns away from Mickey and pats Benny the cut-man’s

shoulder… Benny smiles wearily.  Rocky stares across the

ring at Apollo Creed, who stands victorious, but his face

and body are badly distorted… The two men lock stares that

reflect admiration.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Apollo climbs out of the ring and the fans crush forward

screaming his name and waving red, white and blue banners.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky also climbs out of the ring and waves of frantic well-

wishing fans rumble forward… Mickey’s eyes show mounting

apprehension as the fans become abnormally active.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

They shove the police aside and clutch wildly at Creed.

Creed’s army of bodyguards swing angrily at the crowd but

they are soon engulfed by screaming waves of humanity.

Apollo is suddenly hoisted into the air and is being carried

along by a legion of fans.

 

 

                                                                     120.

 

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

On the opposite aisle Rocky is experiencing the same

overwhelming adulation by his fans but does not seem to be

frightened by it, like Apollo.  Mickey tries his best to

control things but his voice is drowned out in the growing

clamor.  The fans shove the guards aside and hoist Rocky to

their shoulders.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Rocky’s and Apollo’s fans are aggressively competing against

each other… chanting, ‘Creed, Creed, Creed.’

 

Rocky’s fans counter by bellowing, ‘Rocky, Rocky, Rocky.’

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Paulie tries to get to Rocky but is shoved aside and he

starts swinging.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Both Rocky and Apollo are completely at the mercy of the

crowd.  They are being passed overhead and remain helpless

as their bodies float up the aisle on the sea of hands…

The CHANTING IS DEAFENING.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

Fearful that Rocky is in danger, Adrian tries to move

forward.  Running headlong into the crowd, she angles

through the mass to get to Rocky.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

 

She is manhandled and shoved in a multitude of directions,

but she keeps her feet… She sees him.  In the distance,

Rocky floats INTO VIEW and Adrian flattens against the wall

and waits for the procession to pass.

 

The procession approaches and she clearly sees Rocky’s

unbelievably battered but smiling face.  He appears to be

king of the world.

 

The procession approaches and passes Adrian.  She jumps on

her toes and waves frantically but is not seen.  She screams

Rocky’s name… Somehow the delicate voice knifes through

the racket and reaches Rocky.

 

Rocky frantically looks in all directions and barely manages

to see Adrian jumping up and down waving.  The crowd is

carrying him away.  He attempts to lower himself but the

crowd won’t permit it.

 

 

                                                                     121.

 

 

Rocky instead turns and begins climbing across people’s

heads and shoulders.  He resembles a man trying to go up a

down escalator.  People are jammed so tightly together Rocky

manages to crawl across them to Adrian.

 

Still suspended in air, Rocky leans down and Adrian jumps up

and they lock in an embrace.

 

                               ADRIAN

               I love you — I love you — I

               love you…

 

The two are swept along into the greatest night anyone can

remember…

 

                               THE END

 

 

 
 

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