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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.