Rocky Page #2

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.

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