Rocky Page #22
Gazzo, the bodyguard, and Rocky are standing out front.
They are eating hot sandwiches.
ROCKY:
Y'know I won't be able to work
for ya no more.
GAZZO:
Hey -- if a good man can make
a better life, let him make it.
ROCKY:
I feel bad about walkin'.
61.
GAZZO:
Take your shot, kid -- You got
money for trainin' expenses?
ROCKY:
A few bucks.
Gazzo takes out a wad and peels off several bills.
GAZZO:
Here's five hundred -- Put it
in your glove.
ROCKY:
Do I have to pay juice?
Gazzo looks at the Bodyguard and shakes his head as if to
imply, "Why's this guy asking such a foolish question?"
Gazzo and the bodyguard step to the white Caddy parked at
the curb. They enter the cab. Rocky watches.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
GAZZO:
(smiles)
Does Santa Claus charge juice?
Merry Christmas -- Now, how's
about my present, ya gonna win?
ROCKY:
Gonna try.
GAZZO:
Listen, kid, I'm with ya. Ya
know, I'm with ya -- Italian,
we're blood. You kill this
these Afro-Americans where
it's at. Give it your best
shot cause I want ya to prove
to these bums on the corner
that my man can't be beat by
this rug... Ya got any action
on the side.
ROCKY:
No action.
GAZZO:
Ya got any plans for it?
Whatta ya think?
(MORE)
62.
GAZZO (CONT'D)
Ya like to put it on the
street, make it work for ya?
ROCKY:
I'm gonna do somethin with it.
GAZZO:
Sure, you do what ya want.
Stay away from the stock market.
ROCKY:
Black market?
GAZZO:
Same thing. Ya know, Rock,
remember when we was kids, we
fought together. An' I wasn't
well an' ya had to beat up
that Irish kid -- what's his
name? -- Gallager -- I bought
a suit and became a businessman.
You put on gloves. An' I
remember Mama almost cried,
may she rest in peace -- an'
our ol' man who said ya had no
brains -- I'd like to lay
hands on that bastard. You
ain't never had any luck.
Even when I owned you in '66
you never had luck. But now I
think you might be gettin'
some luck kid. Whatta you
think?
Rocky smiles and Gazzo gets into his car. Rocky follows him
across the street.
ROCKY:
Yo, you gonna show, Tony?
GAZZO:
Where else am I gonna go.
(to Bodyguard)
BODYGUARD:
He's a bum -- are you kiddin?
GAZZO:
(slaps Bodyguard)
No! I'm not kiddin!
Rocky walks away.
63.
INT. ROCKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Rocky returns home and enters his apartment. After turning
on the light, he flips on his RECORD PLAYER. He now feeds
the turtles.
ROCKY:
Look who's home!
Rocky notices two telegrams laying inside the threshold. He
approaches them with a sense of awe. He opens and reads one.
Settling on the bed, he reads the other.
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