Rocky Page #6

ROCKY:

Whatta ya talkin' about it

ain't my locker no more?

MIKE:

Listen, I'm with you -- But ya

gotta talk to Mickey -- I put

ya stuff in the bag over there.

Rocky looks at his belongings crammed in a wilted shopping

bag and follows Mike across the room... Mike leans his head

into the shower room. Two Latin fighters are lathering up.

FIGHTER:

...Hey, Peanut, gimme some

soap, Man.

MIKE:

(irate)

Hey, Nobody -- Yeah, you,

Nobody -- You don't call me

Peanut.

FIGHTER:

Peanut, gimme some soap.

The fighters laugh. Inflamed, Mike removes a bar of soap

from his pocket and hurls it at the insulting fighter. It

hits just above the man's head. The fighters are shocked

into silence.

Mike turns and exits with Rocky... The fighters curse them

loudly in Spanish.

15.

INT. GYM - DAY

Rocky and Mike move past fighters going through their

training routines.

ROCKY:

You were ready to bite that

guy's face.

MIKE:

Yeah -- See the fight last

night? Apollo Creed beat that

English guy bad.

ROCKY:

Creed's great.

Mike fakes a friendly punch at Rocky and hurries off to

another chore...

INT. GYM - DAY

The Owner, MICKEY, sits on a stool near the entrance. He

wears a baggy suit... He is in his late seventies.

Rocky approaches... Mickey is conversing with another fighter.

MICKEY:

I don't care what nobody says,

this bum Creed woulda never

made it in the Thirties --

ROCKY:

Hey, how ya feelin', Mickey?

MICKEY:

(monotoned)

... What?

ROCKY:

I said, how ya feelin'?

MICKEY:

(dryly)

Do you see me talkin'? Huh?

ROCKY:

(low)

Yeah.

16.

MICKEY:

(spitting)

Then stand there an' wait till

I'm done -- Creed's good,

yeah, he's real fine but I

gotta boy, y'know Big Dipper,

who's got the stuff it takes

to be a champ -- He's mean,

quick, an' big -- What more

d'ya need? Okay, go to work...

(to Rocky)

Hey -- Yeah -- Whatta ya want?

ROCKY:

I was talkin' with ya man,

Mike. -- Hey, how come I been

put outta my locker?

MICKEY:

Dipper needed it.

Rocky turns and looks at DIPPER sparring... Dipper is a

young, muscular heavyweight with a mean expression.

MICKEY:

(continuing)

Dipper's a climber -- You're a

tomato.

ROCKY:

... Tomato?

MICKEY:

Facts is facts. I run a

business here -- I'm cleanin'

house --

Mickey pauses to watch a young middleweight time-skip as his

trainer sings "FASCINATIN' RHYTHM."

MICKEY:

(continuing)

How old are ya?

ROCKY:

...What?

MICKEY:

How old?

ROCKY:

Come July, twenty-five.

17.

MICKEY:

More like thirty.

ROCKY:

Twenty-five, thirty -- What's

the difference? -- It took me

two months to learn the

combination of that locker.

MICKEY:

The legs must be goin'.

ROCKY:

Yeah, they're goin', -- that's

nature... That was my locker

for six years.

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