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Good. Advance.

Lunge.

En garde.

Retreat. It's more important
for your advance.

Now, advance your lunge!

En garde.

Retreat.

Extend and lunge.

Again from the heel.

You, sir,
put your back arm down.

Stay low. Extend from the heel.

Mr. Johnson, your feet
are too far apart.

Stance.

Lunge.

You can't allow your upper body
to sway like that,

or you won't be able
to control your blade.

Lunge!

En garde!

Advance! Retreat!

Good.

Halt!

Advanced students with me,
intermediate and beginners

with Mr. Gallagher
to the practice area.

Move!

Everyone pair off
for free fencing.

En garde!

Allez.

Come on!

Mr. Trebor?

Yes, Maestro?
What are you so proud of?

I made the touch.

Luck is not technique.
Mr. Hobbs, may I?

Reprise the sequence.
I'll be Hobbs.

Second to sixte
twice counter-riposte.

En garde.

Are you ready?
Ready.

Show me.

Aah!

Problem?
Conditions weren't the same.

You knew that was coming.

If you think
it'll make a difference,

reverse the sequence.

You attack.

En garde.

Ready?

Ready.
Any time.

Oh!

En garde.

You never taught me that.
You can't teach surprise.

Do you think someone can
actually learn to do that?

What?

Can you really learn to do that?
I don't know.

Gentlemen, when you go
into competition,

you carry three things:

Your mask, your sword,
and my reputation.

Do them all justice

and one of you may go
to the Nationals.

You have 46 days to show me
who that might be.

Mr. Hobbs.

Maestro Villard?
Yes?

Erin Clavelli. You met me
last week at the tryouts.

Yes.

I'm looking forward
to studying with you.

See Mr. Gallagher.
Mr. Gallagher?

Thank you.

And what can I do for you?
Me?

Are you in the right place?

Yes, I am.

I...

I fence.

You fence? See Mr. Gallagher.

Oh, no.
I don't need to study.

Then what is it you want?

To teach.
Really?

Come with me.

You see, I...

I, uh...

En garde.

I...
En garde!

Interesting stance.
Parry septime.

Octave.

Quarte, counter-quarte.
Counter-sixte.

Quint. Seconde.

Contra seconde.

Quarte. Three, sixte.

Lunge.

One should learn
before one teaches.

Excuse me.

I...

We do need
a locker room attendant.

It's your choice.
Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

What's your name?

Suba.

Max Suba.

When do I start?
Now is as good a time as any.

Mr. Williams,
you lost your balance.

It's that time of the year.

The Nationals have a lousy
effect on his personality.

Are you, Mr. Gallagher?
Uh, yeah.

I think I'm the new janitor.

I'll be with you
in a minute.

Actually, I do.

I got all the equipment.

When exactly do my classes
with the Maestro start?

The beginners class
starts Saturday morning.

Um... Why don't you
wait over here.

I'll be with you in a minute.
Okay.

And you'll study with me.
I thought that I'd be--?

The Maestro trains champions.

That's why I'm here.

If he likes what he sees,

he'll move you up
to his intermediates.

Good. I've been working with--
He rarely likes what he sees.

Your blade is neither
in quarte nor sixte.

And your hand is in
no-man's-land around your navel,

which leaves you completely
vulnerable on both sides.

Now, if by sheer coincidence

you happen to engage
the blade in one line,

you will most certainly...

miss it in another.

Nice jacket.

Hi.
Hi.

You looked really good
out there.

I know.
That's very modest.

I'm Jimmy.
Erin Clavelli.

You're studying here?
Yeah.

Good.

I'll be seeing you.

Yeah.

Good morning.
Trebor...

you realize, don't you,

that you have
a fundamental flaw?

Chew my socks, Hobbs.
No, really.

I'm saying this for your
benefit, so listen up.

You're just too driven.

You need to relax.
Easy, you're sweating.

I hate to see a man push himself
beyond his limitations.

Yeah, big words small dickie.

Do you know
what your problem is?

You're gonna tell me?

You care too much
about being the best.

I am the best.

Yeah, well, if you have to say
it then clearly you're not.

I'm the one he's gonna pick
to go to Nationals.

I don't think so.
I couldn't care less.

See? You're too fucking slow.

Let me show the bathroom.
Come on.

She's a new one?

If you're the best at one thing,
you can have anything.

Come on.

You're lucky you come along
when you did.

Yeah, lucky.

You'll need a new bulb.

You want that fixed,
you take care of it yourself.

You pay first of the month
or you're out.

Beautiful, isn't it?
Yes, it is.

It belonged to my father.
I keep it here as a reminder.

We finally got somebody
to clean this place up.

What'd they do?
Hire your father?

Hey, whoa, time out!

It's nice to see you again.
I'm sorry.

And you, I'll see you
on the strip.

Hi.

Got lost, huh?
Just a little.

Gigi Tanos.

Erin.
Nice to meet you.

Hey, Tatiana, how's it going?
Just great.

Anybody else
wanna sneak a peek?

Fuck you!

Excuse me.

What's her problem?

High expectations.
She heading for the Nationals?

No, she's heading
for Jimmy Trebor.

She's a pain-seeking
missile.

Trebor?

With the quick lunge?
You should see his advance.

Use the tip of the blade when you thrust, Mr. Hobbs.

Let it pull your arm into the
extension and bend your body.

Now, don't bob up and down
in your advance.

No, no, no!

Jump through a cover
and you're through.

En garde.

All right, come on, Mr. Hobbs,
you can do this.

You must be sharper,
faster than your opponent.

No, no!

Be careful now. Wouldn't want
you to hurt hose fine legs.

Don't worry about it.

If you're done,
maybe you'd wanna fence.

With you?

You can fence with Johnson,
but you'll learn more with me.

I think I'll pass for now.

In this fencing Salle,
if you're suited up,

and a more advanced fencer
asks you if you wanna fence,

you can't say no.

Oh. I see. Why is that?

It's called custom,
Miss Clavelli.

Okay, then I accept.

Show me your combination...

That's wrong.What?

It's the salute.

The Maestro
has his own signature.

Let me show you.

That feel right? No?

I expect more from you,
Mr. Hobbs.

You are pathetic.

Mr. Trebor.

Excuse me.

That was real smooth.
It's very awkward to me.

Trebor.
Oh, that.

I could swallow him
with a glass of water.

I'd like to see that.

Stick around.

Brace yourself, Mr. Trebor.

No, Jimmy! If you stop to think,
it's too late.

If you have stopped,
you might've well as quit.

En garde.

What is that?
Didn't you see my hand drop?

Get your head
into this lesson, boy!

I don't send children
to the Nationals.

There's your target. Hit it!

Retreat. Good.

Advance. Lunge.

Straighten your arms.

No, straight.
You're turning your elbow out.

Good.

Damn!
You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

If you'd like lessons,
I'd be happy to give them.

A little rusty, that's all.
I can work out with you

until you get your form back.
I have enough to do.

Doesn't anyone know
how to pick up after themselves?

Look, I'll leave the offer open
in case you change your mind.

When you went through
your stances yesterday,

I couldn't help but notice
you have an old style

I haven't seen in years.

Where'd you study?

Here, there, no place special.

No place special.

This is the real world, man.
I mean, look at this.

You got traffic, bums,
the stench, garbage.

That's not real up there.
Oh, yeah, it is.

Oh-ho, you think so? How?

Nothing matters
but success.

Seems like the real world to me.
Interesting idea.

Hi.
Hi.

How was your first day?

It was good. Very nice place.

It's a little...

What?
...tense.

I hadn't noticed.

You didn't take it wrong,
the way I walked away?

No. No, he's the Maestro,
right?

Right.
I've been around.

I got your number.

Oh, so you make quick decisions
about people?

Sometimes.

I'm a smart girl.
What does that mean?

I'm new here.
Last thing I want

is get caught up
in the middle of some thing.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You and Tatiana
have this thing going on.

A thing?
Yeah.

Tat and I?

Hey, Tat.
Hmm?

Do you and I
have a thing going?

In your dreams.

And you're all alone
and desperate.

Thank you.

See?

Am I making you
feel uncomfortable?

I look uncomfortable?

No.

So you admit,

there's an attraction here
between us?

There is.

Then what's the problem?
I got a list.

Burn it.

Yeah...

All right.

Shit.

Fuck me.

Oh, God.

Damn.

Damn.
Rough night last night?

Overestimating one's strength
can be very painful.

Oh, yeah, well, that's for sure.

Take you for instance.

You think you have
a strong running attack,

but sit
while you telegraph.

Do I?
Yeah, you do.

When you twitch your wrist,
it's a giveaway.

I--

I twitch my wrist?

Yeah, you twitch
your back wrist.

On your second intention.
Sit low.

Sit low, twitch your wrist,
hesitate.

He'll parry,
that's when you attack.

Damn.

Thanks for the advice.
Yeah.

But I already have a coach.
That's right, you do.

Mr. Anderson, en garde.

Late and lame.

All right, Mr. Trebor.
Show me, en garde.

Allez.

Hold me off. Watch the spank.

Good. Very good.

You always give your lunge away,
but that time, you fooled me.

Thank you.
Don't get cocky about it.

Hobbs is getting better.

You'll have to work really hard
to get to the Nationals.

But you can do it, can't you?
You bet.

We'll see.

Gentlemen, good lesson.

Mr. Suba...

don't ever interfere
with one of my students again.

Aah! You stabbed me!
Halt!

What exactly
are you people doing?

Damn!

What got into the maestro?

Why is he calling us
the St. Jude Squad?

St. Jude is the patron saint
of lost causes.

He said all of us
were hopeless.

What, the whole class?

No, just the seven of us.
Me, Gigi...

Johnson.
And me.

I don't understand.
I'm confused.

Did I actually come here
to be bullied

and insulted by some freak

who thinks he's in
the fucking 14th century?

Why don't you stop
pissing and moaning?

If you're not up to it, quit.

Who the fuck asked you?
Did anybody ask your opinion?

It's the truth, Johnson.

You're not a contender.
You're taking up space.

You know, you're real cute,
Trebor.

You're real good
with the sword.

What about your hands?
You know how to use your hands?

Yeah.

Can you express yourself,
you conceited jackass?

Get out of my face, man!
You--

Well, well, well, if it isn't
St. Jude to the rescue.

What we got here is the helpless
leading the hopeless.

I sense anger.

And speed. Great speed.

Really nice calves.

You know, you're out of line
with Suba.

He really caught me
at a bad moment.

You seem to have
a lot of those.

On my block, you get mad,
you get mean.

Oh, spare me the street smarts.

Rude is rude.

I'm just being myself.

Why don't you try being
someone else for a change?

Give me a break,
and I'll give it a shot.

But I can do
without the lectures.

Deal.

Thirsty?
No, just bitter.

Does that mean
you don't like me anymore?

Yes, I'd like to check
references on a Max Suba.

No. I don't know.

All right. Well, just back
to me if you find anything.

Thanks, honey.

Okay, darling, tell the kids I'll be home in half an hour.

All right, bye-bye.

Mr. Gallagher?

Mr. Gallagher?
Yeah, Max?

Could I have a word with you?

Only if you call me Danny.

Danny.
Be with you in a second.

Thanks. Listen, uh...

I was wondering if...
What? You keep--

What can I do for you?

Remember, the other day
you offered to...

What, to work out with you?
Yeah.

Did you mean it?
Well, sure, Max. I'd be glad to.

Thanks.
There's one more thing.

Could we do it at night?

At night?
Yeah.

You mean,
when everybody's gone?

No, no, it's not that.
I got a lot of work here.

I mean, I gotta...

Yeah.

I'll see what I can do.

You gotta learn
to be more aggressive.

Well, that's what
they keep saying.

A happy home.

Your dad?

A different kind of fencer.

Hot VCR's, fake Rolexes.

You sorry you're here?
No.

You are?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Some people thump it.

I push the ends.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Hey.
Excuse me.

Feint. Disengage
the extension.

Make sure you evade the blade,
Mr. Hobbs.

Go! Rush to the goal line.

Good, Mr. Hobbs.
Keep it down.

Keep the blade in contact,
so you...

I like it. Now on sixte.

Yes.

Good, Mr. Hobbs,
pick up your pace.

Hold it to your body.

Now get in and get out.

Mr. Trebor!

Maestro.

This was supposed to be
your lesson.

You will be punctual
or extinct.

En garde.

Maestro?
On the desk, Danny.

Thank you.

These are your father's records
from '62 to '67.

Hey.

Mr. Trebor?
Yes, maestro?

May I speak to you
for a moment?

I'll meet you downstairs.
Okay.

I'd like to see you at 8:15
tomorrow in Battery Park.

In the morning?
Yes, in the morning.

A little exercise.
I'll be there.

And Mr. Trebor,

don't keep yourself up
all night, all right?

Okay. Heh.

Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm up.

Yeah, I'm all right.

It's this ladder!
Why don't you get a decent one?

Mr. Suba, why don't you just
forget about the windows?

You wouldn't give your students
inferior equipment.

Don't finish the windows.

I don't like
seeing outside anyway.

Deep cut.
One, two, three, four.

All right, again.

One, two, three, four.

Dad?
Good, good, good.

Again. One, two, three, four.
Dad, we're gonna be late.

All right. I gotta go, Max.
Mom's gonna be pissed.

Thanks, Danny. You know,
you're a really good teacher.

I should be.
I was his best student once.

Come on, Dad.

The Jimmy Trebor
of your time?

I had the skill, Max,

but for Villard,
skill isn't enough.

He wanted more,
so I made a choice.

These are my trophies.

Let me go get my stuff.
Be right back.

Would you care to fence?
No, thanks.

Hi.
Hi.

Oh.

The supermarket.
Yeah.

Oh.

Think there's any point
to this?

What, running?
Yeah.

That's how I get to work.

You run to work?
Yeah, I try.

What do you want from me,
Jimmy?

I want you to make me great.

You are strong,
and you are fast.

You offer the promise
of brilliance.

But you think too goddamn
much about other people.

You look at life
from their point of view,

feeling their pain and
worrying about their problems.

Compassion?

Get rid of it.

Five more laps.

You mean with swords and stuff?

Yeah, but, I don't fence.
You don't fence?

I'm a janitor.

Really?

Yeah, well,
it's not a noble as fencing,

but at least it's harmless.

Harmless. That's a rare virtue
in New York.

This is where I turn off.
Oh, well.

There's a great coffee shop
over there.

We could get a coffee.

I'll be late for work.
Okay. Goodbye.

Hey, wait, wait. Listen, uh...
What?

I've been out of circulation
for a while.

I don't know
how to do this.

It's just a cup of coffee?
Yeah, but I mean, uh...

555-8740.

It's my office number.
Rachel Bloom.

Max Suba.

Hey, hey, 555 what?

She's not gonna be there.

I can't concentrate with you
standing there staring at me.

Really?

Hey, look, I'm not joking.
I got a lot of work to do. Okay?

I'm not gonna keep you
from your work.

Erin, I've devoted too much time
over the past years

to start fucking this up
just 'cause I like you.

Because then I'm not
going to want to like you.

What are you trying to say?

I'm saying I think we should
keep our distance.

You got it, Jimmy.

Yeah.

Ah!

Yes. Yes.

Beautiful. Touché.

I don't know where it came from.
Some previous life.

I thought I had you. Suddenly--
Ba-boom.

I'm just glad I was able
to hold you off.

Are you kidding?
You held me to a standstill.

I'm impressed. I mean it.
Thanks.

You're making great progress.
Flying riposte from sixte.

Damn, you're kicking my ass.

It's a good move to use
against a fast riposte.

You should have predicted it,
Danny.

Yes, Maestro. But don't you
think Max deserves the credit

for coming up
with the maneuver?

His action is not in question.
Your mistake is.

You should never have allowed
him to make that touch.

All right, indulge me.

I'd like to see
what you've learned.

Maestro.
We won't be needing those.

Thank you, Danny.

Extend your blade, Mr. Suba.

You engage your blade,
you beat an attack, yes?

Yes.

In slow time. This is...

And...

This is where
you beat his blade back, yes?

Yes.
Continue.

Very, very nice.

Very nice.

Let's try that a little faster,
shall we?

En garde.

Ready?

Any time.

Touché.

That's one way you might have
responded, Mr. Gallagher.

The reason you got tagged
because you were too close.

Now. Let's have fun.
Let's fence.

En garde.

En garde.

En garde.

Thank you. It was fun.

Mr. Gallagher.

You were a good fencer once.

I was.

Why'd you quit?

There was no one left to beat.

I understand.

Thanks again.

I have enjoyed
watching you both.

Good night.

Did you seriously expect
to find Mr. Right

in a place where guys play with
long, sharp, pointy objects?

I didn't become a fencer
to find a man, Gigi.

If I were you,
I'd keep my distance.

I've been in love.
I know how you feel.

Who was the worst for you?

Jeff Graydon, second grade.

He couldn't deal
with intimacy either.

Second grade.

It's a guy thing.
It starts early.

How come you spend your whole
life looking for the right guy

when he comes along,
he's a shit.

So.

How long did it take you
to get over this, Jeff Graydon?

Who said I was over him.

Cheers.

You said a public place.

This is really public.
Glad you--

Thanks for coming.
Glad to see you. Sure.

I was too forward
the other day, wasn't I?

No, not at all.
Yes, I was.

I was afraid to scare you.
Well, you didn't.

Wanna sit down?
Sure.

See, I haven't been
around women for a while,

and I want to go about this
the right way.

Okay.

The fact is, Rachel,
I just got out of prison.

This happened a long time ago.

What did you do?

I killed a man.

Why?

I was young and stupid.

If you want me to get up and
leave, I swear I'll understand.

No, I'm okay.

I don't want to be that man
that went into prison.

I don't even
use that name anymore.

See, when you leave prison,
for most guys,

that's not a chance
to start again.

That's a dead end.

You get out and everyone else
is more human than you.

Well, I don't want that for me.

I just don't want those
to be 20 wasted years.

Why are you telling me this?

I figure I like you.

Maybe you like me.

I know I want to live
like everybody else.

You can't start that
with a lie.

Want some coffee?

Okay.

Sure.

Black, two sugars.

Coming up.

Ha!

Deceive me, Mr. Trebor.

Attack, parry quarte, disengage,
riposte. En garde.

Allez.

No.

If you open up,
you'll get a hit.

And why did you hesitate?

Anybody could have beaten you
on that last pass.

They didn't have to be good.

Anybody.

Max, my friend,
come join us, please.

Please.

Come on.

Just drop it, Max.

Help me out.

My mask.

Hold the blade out like this.

You will attack. You will parry
quarte. And riposte.

He will try
to hit you here.

Don't aim for that.
Do you understand?

Don't worry.
We won't let you get hurt.

We will all
be grinning like that

if you fail to tag
our janitor.

Are you ready, Max?
Yes.

En garde.

Allez.

Good move, Mr. Suba.

Mr. Trebor...

This lesson is over.

Free play. Free play.

Not bad for an old man?

You used me.
You used me to set that boy up.

You helped me
and you helped him.

You will never take anyone
for granted again.

I don't like the way
you make your point.

Well, we all have our methods.

Before you leave.
Tell me something.

Yeah?

What do you see out there?

What do you mean?

Tell me what you see.

I see two fencers
just trying to make a touch.

Hobbs is attacking repeatedly
in the same way,

and Williams isn't picking up
on it.

Hobbs should riposte
by adding a second disengage.

Like that.

If you came here to teach...

Teach.

Is he serious?
I don't need this shit.

I'm paying good money for this.

He's got to be kidding.
I'm leaving.

Let's go.
Let's do it.

Halt!

Get back in line, please.

I realize
that you all think of me

as your locker room
attendant.

We do.
Yeah.

I assure you, I have the skill
and the experience.

Right.
Is this a joke?

No. It's not a joke.

Get in line.
Make a straight line.

Ready. Salute.

Whoa. Shit.

What is it, Mr. Johnson?
Something wrong?

Oh, no, no, nothing.
I mean, that was exquisite.

En garde.

And retreat.

Retreat. Advance.

Advance.

Retreat, retreat, retreat.
Advance.

Retreat. Advance. Retreat.

Advance, advance, advance,
retreat.

Advance, advance, retreat.

Allezup.

A little too fast for you?

Maybe we better get back
to some basics.

Lunge.

Recover.

You kind of hold it
like it's...

Imagine it's a, uh...

Just hold it more firmly.

Keep control of the blade.

Angulate.
Angulate towards the heart.

I'm sorry.

Next.

Balestra.

Recover.

Gentlemen, please.

That's enough right now.

Next.

Next.

Next.

All right.
That's enough for today.

Max, you're an instructor now.

You don't have to do that
anymore.

You've had your laugh,
all right?

You made your point.

Are you quitting?
I'm working.

Is this all the responsibility
you're capable of dealing with?

You were using me to embarrass
your weakest students.

Well, don't you have anything
to teach me?

My technique...

is old.

You said it yourself.
It's antique.

I was wrong about you,
I suppose.

I mean,

I thought you might
have been something different.

I'll get over it.

All right,
everybody on your feet.

Today we're gonna try
a little experiment.

Okay? All right, to the beat.
En garde.Advance.

Advance. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Line up now. To the beat.

And en garde.

Advance. Advance, lunge.
Recover.

Retreat. Retreat. Retreat.

Whoa.

En garde.Advance.

Advance, lunge! Recover.

Retreat. Walk back. Retreat.
All right.

Shit.

It's open.

Hello?
I'm in the kitchen.

I hope you brought
a basin wrench.

Hello?

I'm in here.

What took you so long,
it must be 7:30 already.

Eddie. Is it 7:30?

Yeah, it's 7:30.

Oh, God.

It's lovely. Thank you.
Do you wanna put it up there?

What are you a plumber?
No, I'm a teacher.

Do you teach plumbing?
No.

Do you think
you could help me?

You must know about this stuff.
Well, not-not actual plumbing.

I mean, not the exact, um...
Aren't you a janitor?

Yeah, but I don't do plumbing.

I mean, I'm more acquainted
with mops and brooms.

Do you think you
could hold this for me?

I'll try.
Okay.

You know, my husband
couldn't do this stuff either.

He was such a feeb
around the house

we used to call him
Mr. Fix-It.

How am I doing?
That's good.

Where is he?
Who?

Mr. Fix-It?

He died 10 years ago.
He had a heart attack.

I'm sorry.
That's okay.

So, you taught yourself
plumbing.

I taught myself a lot
of things, Max, I had to.

You gotta work
with what you got, right?

Yeah. Do you think
that's gonna hold?

Yeah, maybe.

Of course, if it doesn't
I might have a flood.

So we, uh--
We should keep an eye on this.

Yeah, I think so.

For how long?

Well, till Eddie
gets here with a basin wrench.

Uh-huh.

Hey, you want some wine?
Yeah. Yeah.

You watch, I'll pour.
Okay.

Good evening.
Good evening.

Your manhood's
on the line here, Hobbs.

Come on, let's see
the balls you got.

Whatever it takes, Mr. Hobbs.
Cheer up, Mr. Trebor.

The object of competition
is to win. Good move.

Balestra.

Recover.

Sword play
is like conversation.

You have to learn to listen
to your opponent.

Good boy.

Learn to probe for your
opponent's weakness. Uncover it.

And once you have found it--
Pah. Strike.

Make yourself aware
of your own weaknesses

as well as those
of your opponent.

The good ones
try to cover theirs up.

The great ones use theirs.
Use your weakness.

Not bad for a Caucasian.

Doesn't it make you proud that
our Salle's grooming a group

for the Special Olympics?

You'll get yours.
Yeah, we'll see, Jude dude.

Yeah! Ha-ha.

You're great.

You guys are definitely ready
for the advanced work.

Now, this exercise teaches you

to anticipate
your opponent's moves

from the pressure of his blade.

This allows you to turn
his attack to your advantage.

I need an assistant.

Any volunteers?
Will I do?

Will I?

Maestro, of course.
Thank you, thank you.

En garde.

Allez.

En garde.

Allez.

En garde.

Ouch.

Thank you.

Remember, there's no such thing
as a fair fight. Show me.

Accidentally make a late hit.
Make it hurt.

The next time he wants
to attack, he will hesitate.

Now let's see which of the two
of you really is better. Ready?

Allez.

The key to success is...
Commitment and perseverance.

The happiest people I know

they don't want anything
until they get it.

Now, get out of here.
Beat it. Beat it.

Oh, Mr. Gallagher,
Mr. Gallagher, first aid.

Okay, hold it. It's gonna hurt.

I'm sorry, man.
Don't, don't, don't!

It's okay. It's okay.

All right, all right.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Don't you dare regret
what just happened.

You were brilliant.

Here put some pressure on it.

You're okay, Mr. Hobbs.

Okay.

That was very impressive.

I didn't mean to hurt him.
Didn't you?

No, I meant to beat him.

Oh. Jimmy, you got your
priorities very twisted.

I know what I want.

Yeah, but look
what you're becoming.

Max?

Did you ever get the feeling
you were born in the wrong age?

No, I appreciate
modern plumbing.

You don't like me very much,
do you?

I think you're the greatest
fencer I've ever seen.

Ah. You don't like me at all.

Excuse me, Maestro,
I gotta finish up.

Maximillian Suba,
you are a fraud.

I am too. We are both
part of the modern world

that has reduced survival
to an art form.

I don't see it that way.

Haven't you ever wondered
what it would be like,

what it would be that feeling
of a real blade entering

another man's body.

That initial resistance
in that sudden giving?

The surprise
on another man's face.

I saw it.

That rapier saw it.

My father was the best,
you know.

Everyone said so.

"He's the best.
Olympic Gold, World Champion."

Like father, like son.

I won two of each.

Twice the man he was.

Yeah. Maybe.

But he had this protégé.
My father's heir apparent.

And that boy wanted
everything my father had.

His medals, his championships,
his acclaim.

His wife.

Ever the gentlemen,

my father challenged
his protégé to a duel.

Actually slapped the guy
in the face with a gauntlet.

It was a game to him.

And the one moment in his life,

when it wasn't a game, he lost.

You know, Max, there is no "good."

There is only "best."

And you are the best.
You stayed standing.

Good leaves you dead
at somebody's feet.

My father was good.

You admire the man
who killed your father?

I admire "best."

You're not here, are you?

Oh, I'm here.

I just can't believe it.

I'd forgotten.

You're doing fine.

Yeah.

It's just,
when you're in prison,

you think you're never
gonna do this again.

What, keep a woman up
till 3 in the morning?

Hey, don't take it for granted,
kiddo.

Oh, believe me, I don't.

Here. Here.

Taxi!

Hey, hey, hey!
What's the matter with you?

Huh?

Max. It's okay.

Sure. Come on.
There's no problem. Hop in.

Give me a kiss.
Give me a kiss!

I just got a little carried
away. Tomorrow--

Nice, combination.

Don't bounce so much.
It wastes energy.

Keep your guard up.
Keep your guard up.

You can't stop.

Show me a counterattack!
Show me a counterattack.

Focus your power! Concentrate!

Become your opponent! Know him.
Then, you'll know what's coming.

Now, take--
Halt!

Mr. Suba.

Your squad seems ready
to test your ability,

so let's have some fun.

Next Saturday, I propose
an inter-salle tournament.

It'll be a round robin
with five-touch bouts.

Everyone will fence
everyone else.

The fencer with the most wins

and the fewest losses
is the champion

and will be this academy's--

My representative
at the Nationals.

Continue.

Mr. Trebor,
I must speak to you.

Without Hobbs, this
tournament's no contest to you.

Let's make it interesting,
shall we?

If you allow more than two
touches, in any one bout,

you will not be going
to the Nationals.

Do you understand?

Yes, Maestro.
Yes, you do.

Stay down!

Who is it?

Maestro?

You lied to me.

It's late. What do you want?

You are not Maximillian Suba.

He died nine years ago.

I know.

If you are who I think you are,

I had wanted you
to be so much more.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Don't you ever
come into my salle again.

No answer.

All right,
so, what should we do?

Just take our time,
just like he taught us.

I'm worried. Something
might have happened to him.

Like what?
It's New York. Are you kidding?

Fencers, positions, please,
for the first round.

All right, let's do it.

Maestro?

Will we be starting
without Mr. Suba?

I wouldn't be expecting him.

Fencers on the strip, please.

Fencers ready?

Fence.

Halt! Halt! Halt!

Next bout.

Bout Mr. Trebor.
Come on.

Next bout, please!

Fencers ready.

Fence!

Halt! Touch for Mr. Johnson.
Yes!

Halt! Next bout,
Clavelli and Anderson.

Halt!

Let's give Clavelli for
five-four bout, Mr. Anderson.

Next bout will be Mr. Trebor
and Mr. Weg, please.

Point, Mr. Trebor.

Four, zero.

Fencers ready?Ready.

Fence.

Touch for Mr. Trebor.
Bout Mr. Trebor.

Halt!

Five-one. Bout Mr. Trebor.

Halt, halt, halt!

Three-zero.
Fencers ready, please.

Halt. Halt! Halt!

Three-one.

Fencers ready.

Halt! Point Williams.
Four, one.

Fencers ready.

Fence!

Okay. Let's go! Let's go!
Hey, Jude.

Maestro Max,
where have you been, man?

Hey, we were worried about you.

How we doing?
Some better than others.

How you doing?
Five-one.

Next bout is Clavelli
and Trebor please.

Fencers to the strip, please.
I wanna forfeit this.

No, you don't.
Why? What's the point?

I don't wanna get up there.
Stop whining.

I've had enough humiliation.

How many times
have you seen Trebor fight?

You can outwit him.

Use your brain
against his passion.

Come on, Erin.
Help her out.

Come on, you can do it!
Fencers to the strip, please!

Come on.
Come on, Jimmy!

One more,
you go to the Nationals.

Come on, Trebor,
it's an easy one!

You can do it.
Come on, Jimmy.

Come on.

Mr. Trebor, Miss Clavelli?

Fencers ready.

Ready.

Ready.

Fence.

Come on, come on, go for it!

Touch for Mr. Trebor.

One, zero.
Nice, Jimmy.

Fencers ready?

Fence.

You can do it. Come on!

Halt! Touch for Mr. Trebor.
Two-zero.

Fencers ready?
Ready.

Ready.
Fence.

Double. Three-one.

Nice touch.

Time. Time, please.

You're smaller. Use it.

En garde.

Fencers ready?
Come on, you can do it, girl.

Fence.
Come on!

Three, two.

What are you doing, Erin?
My best.

You know what you're making do,
don't you?

Score is three-two.

Fencers ready.

Ready.

Ready.
Fence.

Come on, you can do it.
Let's go.

Is she all right?

Danny?
Why did you stop?

You had opening
and threw it away.

In a National Tournament,
they would eat you for lunch.

Proud of him, Maestro?

He fights like you.

Like your father.

Like an animal.

Get out now.

I told you before there's no
room for regret in this game.

You don't have the time,
and I don't have the patience,

so let it go.
She'll be fine.

I believe this belongs to you.

Are you challenging me?

Yeah, I am.

This is a killing weapon.

And this is the fight
you always wanted.

I won't use a rapier
against your practice weapon.

This isn't practice.

Why are you doing this?

To teach you a lesson.

You can't win.

What is wrong with you?

That story about your father
isn't right.

He did challenge
his protégé to a duel.

But he never intended
to kill him.

He only wanted
to humiliate him.

So he gave the boy
that live rapier.

And with a practice weapon
he beat him...

En garde.

...to within in an inch
of his life.

But like you, the boy thought
winning was everything.

Like you, he worshiped killing.

And when the lesson was over,

and your father lowered
his blade, that,

I ran him through.

There was no art to it.
No skill.

It was just
cold-blooded murder.

So you think you're a killer,
huh?

I'm gonna kill you.

No!

This lesson is over.

Now this lesson is over.

Maestro.

Maestro.