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'.

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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

rug -- We Guinneas gotta show

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 gettin 150 grand killer.

Ya got any plans for it?

Whatta ya think?

(MORE)

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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)

Bet three grand on Rocky.

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.

A KNOCK is HEARD. Rocky opens the door. Mickey Goldmill,

the gym owner, stands framed in the doorway.

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