
Made
INT. SPORTSMAN'S LODGE - SAN FERNANDO VALLEY - DAY
A large crowd has gathered to watch two WHITE BOXERS square
off in a temporary ring in the center of a converted banquet
hall. One is BOBBY, the other is RICKY. They are drawn
together to start the bout by a bell and a hand gesture as
the REFEREE backs away. Immediately the two fighters unload
a relentless barrage of POWER PUNCHES. Neither man is holding
back, and the punches all find purchase in the swelling faces
of their opponent. The crowd rises to its feet in appreciation
of this rare level of competition in the lower strata of the
heavyweight division.
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EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - COLDWATER CANYON - LOS ANGELES - SUNSET
Bobby drives Ricky home through the winding twists of LA's
landmark canyon. Both their faces are swollen, verging on
the grotesque. Bobby drives a black Special Edition 1979
Trans Am with the gold Firebird stenciled across the hood.
The car is not in great shape, but in its day ruled the road.
A Hawaiian mini warrior mask hangs from the rear view.
The T-top is out, and Ricky struggles to light his cigarette
in the wind. He finally ignites the whole book of matches in
frustration, lights up, then tosses it out.
It lands, still flaming, at the base of a 'No Smoking in the
Canyon' sign. They drive down the palm tree lined stretch of
road bordering Beverly Hills. They turn East on Sunset
Boulevard. The Strip lights are first flickering to life.
EXT. RICKY'S APARTMENT - YUCCA CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The opening SCORE dies away as Ricky sits beside Bobby. The
neighborhood is awful. The light of the corner liquor store
and a menthol cigarette billboard make up for the broken
street lamps. Ricky smooths out his running suit and steals
an instinctive cautionary look, scanning all the blind spots
for predators. The swelling has now truly set in. He's a
mess.
RICKY:
Did Max mention anything about any
jobs?
BOBBY:
What about boxing?
RICKY:
What about it?
BOBBY:
What are you saying?
RICKY:
You said if you didn't have a winning
record after eleven fights, you'd
talk to Max.
BOBBY:
So?
RICKY:
So, it was a draw.
BOBBY:
Yeah, I'm 5-5 and 1.
RICKY:
So, it's not a winning record.
BOBBY:
It's not losing record.
RICKY:
That's not what you said. You said
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