00Sex 2: Eye of the Hurricane

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And just a reminder,|ladies and gentlemen...

this fi ne young fi ghter|will be right here in Pittsburgh...

on the boxing card|this Monday night.

Time now for the main event|ofthe evening!

In this corner,|from Paterson, NewJersey...

wearing the white trunks|with the black stripe...

the winner of 1 8|of his last 2 1 fi ghts...

Rubin ""Hurricane"" Carter!

And in the left corner...

in the dark trunks|with the white stripe...

from St Thomas, Virgin Islands...

the welterweight champion|ofthe world, Emile Griffith!

Fighters, let"s go.

All right.

All right. Keep your punches up.|It"s gonna be a good, clean fi ght...

all right?

All right. Let"s touch gloves.|Good luck. Okay, go to your corners.

Hurricane, blow yourself|outta here!

Go get "im, Rubin.

Let"s get "im.

Come on and get me!|I"m in here!

I"ll tell you what. First one|through that door is gonna die!

And the second one, and the third one|after that! So come on!

Room in here for everybody.

Collins! Becker!|Klein on the platform!

- Kelly, lock everything down!|- Go!

It"s Carter, tier one!

Got room in here for everybody!|So come on!

Three times life!|That"s what I got! Three times life!

And for what?|For murders I didn"t even commit?

I ain"t got nothin" but time,|so come on! I"m ready forya!

Come on in and get me!

Y"all wanna know who"s talking?|Hurricane is talking!

You wanna see The Hurricane?|Come on up in here and see him!

Come on up in here and see him!

Did you see that punch?

Oh, no!

Lucky punch!

You got him, Rubin boy!

Three, four...

five, six--

- You all right?|- Yeah, I"m all right.

All right. Let"s go.

Knock him out! Come on!

He"s in your corner!|Get out ofthe corner!

Another left to the body.|Another right to the head.

- A vicious combination!|- Yeah! Yeah!|- Yeah! Yeah!

And he looks like he"s going down!|He hits the canvas.

Four, five--

It doesn"t look like|he"s gonna get up.

- Five--|- He"s up!

- You all right?|- The referee is checking him.

And that"s it!|It"s over!

At two minutes and 1 3 seconds|ofthe fi rst round...

Rubin ""Hurricane"" Carter|has defeated...

the welterweight champion|ofthe world.

Come on, come on, come on!|Come on!

- Come on! Who wants some?|- Where"s the key?

- Who"s fi rst?|- Shut up!

- Relax there, Carter!|- What the hell"s goin" on?

- I"m goin" in there.|- Are you nuts?|You wanna get yourself killed?

Everybody stand down!|Stand down!

- Come on in here.|- Back off!

- Talk to "em,Jimmy.|- Rubin--|- Talk to them!

- Talk to them!|- Rubin.

- Tell me what"s goin" on.|- I ain"t takin" no sh*t!

- Rubin, calm down! It"s me,Jimmy.|Come here and talk to me.|- You can talk to "em!|I ain"t no animal!

- I ain"t takin" no sh*t in here!|- Rubin, calm down! Calm down!

Take it easy, champ.|Now, tell me what"s goin" on.

Tell me what"s happenin".|Come on!

- Hurricane done killed "em!|- Clear-- Clear the-- Clear the tier!

Get outta here! Everybody!

They wanna toss my cell,Jimmy.|They"re gonna fi nd my manuscript.

That book is the only thing|I got left in here.

You understand me? That"s the only|chance I got to get out of here.

I lose that, they gonna lose too.

Rubin, who do you think the fi rst man|through this door has gotta be now?

It"s me.

-Listen--|-All right. Tell "em to come on in here.

- And line "em up.|- What if--|- Line "em up,Jimmy.

Rubin, listen to me now.|What ifthat manuscript...

wasn"t in this cell|when we tossed it?

What if it was stuffed|down your pants or something...

stuffed in your crotch,|and we couldn"t see it?

I can make sure|you weren"t strip-searched, okay?

Don"t bullshit me.

No bullshit.|You have my word.

Ain"t nobody putting|their hands on me,Jimmy.

Ain"t nobody gonna touch me.

All right.

Nobody touches you.

You think I killed them people?

I don"t know, Rubin.

I don"t know.

Sh*t. Motherfuckers.

-John, you been drinkin"?|- No. No.

All right. All right.|Just relax. Let me handle this.

Okay.

- Licence and registration.|- It"s on the steering post.

What"s goin" on?

Aw, sh*t, Hurricane.|Didn"t realize it was you.

Yeah, it"s me.|What"s goin" on, Theo?

We"re lookin" for two negroes|in a white car.

- Any two will do?|- No--

Oh, sh--

Okay, get out.

All right. Let"s go.

Come on.

- Check his vitals.|- It"s clear.

- Air passage.|- Heart rate has changed.

Keep the chin up.|Keep the passage open.

Can he talk, Doc?

-Just for a moment.|- Would you raise his head?

Can you make out these two men?|Are these the two men who shot you?

Look carefully, sir.|Are these the two men who did it?

- He said no.|- Move closer.

- He said no.|- Move closer!

Take another look, sir.

Son ofa b*tch.

Sir, look closer.

You sure these aren"t the men?

- Dirty son ofa b*tch.|- Watch your mouth!

- Same old sh*t, huh, Della Pesca?|- Shut up!

Ask him again.

You been after me|my whole life, Della Pesca.

Now you"re trying to pin|a murderjacket on me, huh?

Well, I got news foryou.|It don"t fit.

I"m gonna take your black ass down...

Mr F***in" Champion ofthe World.

I got your black f***in" champion|right between my legs...

you short punk b*tch.

You try me.

That"sjust what I"m gonna do.

Pistolshots ring out|in the barroom night

EnterPatty Valentine|from the upperhall

Shesees the bartender|in apoolofblood

Cries out, Mygod|they"ve killedthem all

Here comes thestory|ofThe Hurricane

The man the authorities|came to blame

Forsomething that he neverdone

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