Somebody Up There Likes Me

Hey, Nick, why don't you

give the kid a chance?

- Come on, use your left.

- Please, Pop.

- Use your left. Come on, fight me back.

- Please.

- Please, stop.

- Come on. Cover up.

- Stop.

- Come on, use the left. Cover up.

I seen guys get more action

just shadowboxing.

- Cover up.

- Please.

Hey, Nick, why don't you

give the kid a chance?

That's for leaving yourself wide open.

What's he trying to do?

Fan his old man to death?

Rocky ain't no more a fighter

than his old man was.

Good thing Ida made you hang

the gloves up, Nick.

I don't like cry babies. Get up.

Get up.

How do you expect

to learn the kid anything, Nick?

You was nothing

but a lousy prelim fighter yourself.

All right, you no-good little bum...

...let's walk nice and quiet

down to the station house.

Let me go, copper.

Save your shoe leather.

Well, there goes another

little greaseball on his way.

Ten years from now,

the Death House at Sing Sing.

Again, Rocky?

Hey, Ma, how'd you know

I was up here?

Like a homing pigeon.

I busted out of the protectory.

The bulls tell you?

- Me, Vinnie and Lou.

- Three times in two years.

Wait until the guys

find I'm on the lam again.

I bet the cops gave the flash to every

cop car from the Bronx to Brooklyn.

Maybe even the radio stations.

Let them try and find me.

They're not looking for you.

- What are you talking about?

- That's why the police come tonight...

...to tell me Brother Benedict's

given up on you.

They're through with you

at the protectory.

"Don't come back," they said.

They're trying to fool you.

That's a trick. I'm on the lam.

- They don't want you, Rocky, but I do.

- No.

No, leave me alone, leave me alone.

- Why don't you give up on me, Ma?

- I don't know how.

I ain't no good, I never will be.

Everybody knows it.

Why don't you give up on me, will you?

Sure, maybe tomorrow.

But tonight you're gonna

get some sleep. Come.

What am I gonna do with you,

you wild no-good devil?

Why you getting upset?

How much you think your mother

can take?

Twice she's been in the hospital,

sick with worry.

You're driving her to her grave.

Nobody can hold you,

even with iron bars.

You won't go to school or to work.

Pool rooms, stealing,

traveling with bums.

- Just don't worry about it, will you?

- That's all you ever say:

"Don't worry about it."

When are you gonna stop all this?

- When are you gonna be something?

- Like you, huh?

How much did you ever make?

So that I didn't have to go down

and rob bread...

...and steal coal from the blind man.

What did you ever give us around here?

Except your wine breath

and the back of your hand.

Why, you...

I look at you and I see the devil.

Get out of my sight.

- Hi, Rocky.

- Hi, Sis.

I got you some eggs for breakfast.

A celebration.

Never mind, Ma.

- Where you going?

- To be something.

Rocky.

Tomatoes. Tomatoes. Ripe tomatoes.

Hey, big man. Whose house

you gonna rob tonight, huh?

Who you gonna knock over,

huh, big man?

- Hey, Romolo.

- Hey, Rocky boy.

- When did you get home, huh?

- I didn't get home, I got out, that's all.

- Hey, what about my other shoe?

- Eat it.

Without you, I'm just nickels

and dimes, you know that?

Buddy boy, we find Fidel and Shorty

and then we make plans.

- What do you say, Fidel?

- Rocky.

- Come on.

- Hey, when did you get out, huh?

Hey, Shorty the Greek.

Come on, buddy boy,

we got work to do.

Hey, what you think you're doing?

Why you stinking little...

- What are you trying to do? Get killed?

- No.

I just wanted to see

whether your brakes worked.

Hey. Hey, I think I got a bite.

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