Rocky Page #5

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.

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