Hands of Stone Page #5

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because we reached audiences

nobody thought we could reach.

The problem, inevitably,

is that the fighters

started doing it

for the fame, for greed,

for self-importance.

Independent promoters

faded away and, with them,

the true hungry fighters,

the lifeblood of this game.

Tonight, however, you'll meet

the best lightweight

New York has seen in 5O years.

Atrue, true hungry fighter.

Like in the old days.

He's got the soul, the rage,

the mental energy and

determination the sport needs,

and that's why I'm here.

Because a new

golden era for boxing

begins with Roberto Durn.

(cheering)

FA:

(crowd shouting)

CONDON:

With 28 wins, zero losses

and 24 knockouts...

from the slums

of El Chorrillo, Panama...

-(cheering loudly)

-...Roberto Durn.

The lightweight

champion of the world,

Ken Buchanan.

(cheering)

He's got a skirt?

He is wearing a skirt, Roberto!

A f***in' skirt!

(laughing, whooping)

Take him to the movies.

Charm him.

Let him open up.

Then go to work on him.

Remember what we worked on.

Strategy.

Excuse me.

(conversing in Spanish)

Are they fighting yet?

It's about to start.

(bell clangs, crowd cheers)

DON DUNPHY:
Durn is certainly

trying to improve on

his nine one-round

knockouts here.

He's throwing everything.

(grunts)

(cheering)

DUNPHY:
Johnny scores it

as a knockdown.

(shouting indistinctly)

Find that body!

DUNPHY:
The challenger

is a little over-anxious.

It was almost Buchanan

scoring the knockdown.

Kill him, cholo!

(bell clanging)

DUNPHY:

Durn may punch himself out.

Don't rush in. You got him.

Just keep on him.

Remember the strategy.

He wants you to get tired.

I don't care

about the strategy.

- I'll kill him.

- Listen to me.

If you don't go in

with a feint and a jab,

he's going to nail you

on the way in. He's tall.

He's-he's too tall for you.

Strategy.

Stick with the strategy.

- F*** off.

- No, don't tell me that.

Don't say those things to me.

F*** off. Yeah, yeah, he's tall

and he's gonna nail me.

What, you work for him or what?

- Are you out of your mind?

- Yeah, he's taller than me...

What am I doing here?

I don't need this.

Yeah, because he's gringo.

- Listen, you stupid

little schmuck. -Right?

You want me to leave here?

I can leave you in the corner

by yourself.

Now behave yourself,

act like a grown-up,

-and stop being a baby.

- I'm f***ing with you.

- I'm nervous, okay? -I know you

are, I know you're nervous,

-but look at him.

- Don't make me worse, okay?

I'm... You're making

yourself worse.

- Okay, relax now.

- You're mak-- no, you relax.

You get out there and

you show me what you can do.

You pace yourself.

You be the boss.

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