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MARISOL: Don't lie to me.
I know that something is up.

VERONICA: Why do we have
to keep talking about this?
It's over.

Look, he's not
all that, anyway.

-But I like him.
-Marisol, it's a free country.

Just because you have
a crush on him
doesn't mean you own him.

You didn't even notice him
until you found out
I liked him.

-(SIGHS) Please.
Get over yourself.
-It's true.

You could have any boy
you want in this school,
and you choose him.

Look, nothing happened.
Okay?

Can we be friends now?

DIANA: You fucked him.

I did not.

You're lying.

You had sex with him?

(SIGHS)
Guzman, you suck.

It didn't mean
anything to me.

If he prefers me over you,
is that my problem?

Maybe it's time
you took a look
in the mirror.

It's time for a makeover.

Apologize to her.

-Excuse me?
-You heard me.
Say you're sorry.

Yeah, right.

Come on, girls,
let's bounce.

I'm telling you,
that bitch is psycho.

Get off me,
you fuckin' bitch!

(STUDENTS CHEERING)

(BELL BUZZING)

Jesus.
American Gladiators.

MR. PRICE:
Show's over.

You kids are late for class.

You're fucking crazy,
Guzman!

-You started it,
you fuckin' bitch!
-Enough!

-She's lying!
-BOY: Yo, Tiny,
check your sister!

-You know what you did.
-MR. PRICE: Both of you
are at fault.

-I didn't do nothing!
-Except be your stinky,
skanky self.

MR. PRICE:
I said hustle, or all of you
end up in detention!

Report after school,
or you're suspended.

See you.

You are another story.
Now come on.

This is your fourth fight
this semester.

You simply can't continue
to behave like this.

Have you ever considered
how much more effective
it would be

to talk about
your disagreement?

You have a serious problem.

In or out of school,
your life is only gonna get
harder because of it.

You might want us
to find someone who can
help you deal with this.

I don't need any help.

Fine. It's up to you.
I am out of options.

One more fight,
and you're expelled.

Who cares if I'm expelled?

Diana, ask yourself
that question.

SANDRO:
Up the ante. Up.

-Money on the wood.
-MAN: Hey there, it's Diana.

Oh, yeah, the gym's
probably closed by now.

-I got held up at school.
-You in trouble again?

No.

Here. Tell Hector
I'll have the rest
for him next week.

(SNICKERING)
Not after this game.

-Where am I going?
-Take the 61 to York.

It's near the water.

Why you sending your girl
down there?

'Cause she's paying Hector.
My good man from Panama's
training Tiny.

Man, you're the living
likeness of your mother.

-I was just saying...
-Just play.

Later.

(RAILWAY SIREN BLARING)

(TRAIN MOVING OVERHEAD)

(BEEPING)

You need some variety.
I give it to you.

I'm looking for Hector.

The ring in the back.

The right, Tiny.

Remember
your combinations, Tiny.

(BEEPER GOING OFF)

-Last round.
-You said we go to four.

He's not ready.

-RAY: Not ready, huh?
-Oh!

Where the hell's Don?

-DON: What's up?
-You better keep
your eye on this bozo.

-He don't listen
to a word I say.
-Well, make him listen.

What the fuck?

That's my brother,
you little shit.

RAY: Let me go!
I'm gonna get her!

I gotta put you
in a cage?

-The ho hit me first.
-I mean that crap
in the ring.

TINY: It's embarrassing.
Being beaten twice in a day
makes me look like a pussy.

Hey, watch your mouth.

-Why'd you mess
with Ray like that?
-He's a punk, Tiny.

-We were sparring.
-It didn't look
that way to me.

Here, this is
from my dad.

You Sandro's kid, too?

How come I never
heard about you?

I don't know.
I'm his pride and joy.

TINY: (SIGHS)
Jesus Christ.

Nice meeting you.

Yeah.

(SCOFFS)
You been humiliated.

You fight dirty
with a little kid.

Then you got
slapped by a little girl.

That's weak, Ray.

The bitch is lucky
I didn't kill her.

-You spared her some
mighty force, huh?
-That's right.

Who's the dish?

Mmm. Should have me
a taste and find out.

Little man.

-You know I was
just playin', right?
-I know.

Can we shake?

Thought you had a friend.

Come on, man.

Hey, killer.

I forgive you, too.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

I mean, I guess
you never learned
how to be a lady.

You shouldn't hit
people like that.

I couldn't resist.

Tiny, let's go.

Got that scholarship
application I told you about.

-For that art school?
-Yeah. It's cool.

You gotta learn
all kinds of stuff before
you can do any work.

You know,
to get a foundation.

You would think that's cool.

Sounds like
a waste of time to me.

Learn how to draw.
What's that gonna
get you, Tiny?

A job painting
somebody's house out
in Long Island somewhere?

Maybe.

Edward clean you out
like he said he would?

Yeah, well, he screws himself
when he talks like that.

I'm not finished.

I know.

So, how was school, champ?

It was okay.
Lots of excitement.

When I was a kid,
school was so boring...

I thought I'd piss
in my pants waiting
to get out in the world.

So, did it happen?

-What?
-(PHONE RINGING)

Did you get out
in the world?

What kind of question is that?

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

-TINY: Dad.
-(SIGHS)

(WHISPERING)
It's Ms. Martinez.

SANDRO: When?

No, she didn't mention it.

Yes.

Yeah.

Okay.

Why you always gotta
fuck up like this, huh?

Veronica asked for it.

You embarrass me.
Sometimes I don't even
think you're mine.

-(PLATE SHATTERS)
-Maybe I'm not your kid.

SANDRO:
That better be cleaned up
by the time I come back.

If I was enough of a skeez,
I could pull that off.

Why would you want to?

Veronica say
anything to you?

(LAUGHS)
Yeah, if she wants
to choke on her teeth.

Always with that
damn mirror of hers.

(IMITATING VERONICA)
"Let me get made up
just perfect

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
"so I can suck your dick,

"which is all
I'm good for, anyway."

-Let it rest with her already.
-How come?

Because she can be
bitchy, but that's
not all she's about.

-Some fucking loyalty.
-Don't be like that.

She treats you like shit.
Why take her side?

Diana, I don't take sides.

Veronica don't even mean
half the stuff she says.

Look, I just wanna
be friends with everybody.
That's the way I am.

Yeah, well, I hate her,
and that's the way I am.

WOMAN ON TV:
Set his wife on fire,
then fatally shot himself.

Neighbors of the slain woman
expressed shock and
sorrow today as...

(SWITCHING CHANNELS)

Knock-knock.

It was open.

You here to beat me up?

No.

Remember her
from the other day?
The bare knuckles.

You should've seen Ray's face.

-(SPEAKING SPANISH)
-(LAUGHING)

Hey, I'm trying
to say something.

I wanna train with you.
I wanna be a boxer.

Sure.
It's a great workout.

No, for real.
I wanna fight.

-You can train,
but you can't fight.
-Why not?

You just can't.

Girls don't have
the same power as boys.

Why not aerobics?

Am I talking to you?

Nice.

There's plenty of things
you can do better
with your life than box.

Prove it.

You got money?
'Cause I don't work for free.

A little.

I charge $10 a session,
and that's cut-rate.

I don't have
that kind of cash.

Well, there you go.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

-Dad?
-Hmm?

You know how
you pay for Tiny
to train with Hector?

Well, I was thinking
on how that's like
an allowance.

And I should
get one, too.

It's not an allowance.

Then what is it?

I'm preparing him
for the world out there.

-Yeah, but...
-Look, it's insurance.

These kids are gonna
eat him alive.

-That's not true.
-Tiny, it is true.

What if he doesn't
want to box?

Sure, he wants to.
What kid wouldn't?

He could go
to college, Dad.

He could do all sorts
of stuff with himself.

You think I don't know that?
You think this is just
spending money for him?

He ain't over at A&S Plaza
buying lipstick or whatever
you girls do there.

Please. Don't front
like I'm some girly-girl
when you know I'm not.

Would it kill you
to wear a skirt
once in a while?

Look, your mother
was a receptionist

in a very nice office.

You want some extra money,
get a job.

I ain't giving you anything
until you show me
you deserve it.

It's not like you give me
anything, anyway.

(SIGHS)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHILD CRYING)

You think I don't hear you?
Shut up, already.

Stop doing that.

(BELL BUZZING)

You again.

Relax. Jab. Jab.

What are you doing here?

-I got the money.
-I didn't promise nothing.

-You said
once I got the cash.
-Hey...

You seem like a nice kid.
It's just not right.

Diana...

This is bullshit.
You said once I got the money,
and now I do.

Wait a minute.
You're gonna train
with Hector?

Yeah.

-Why?
-Why not?

Well, what about Papi?

-You tell Dad,
and I'll kill you.
-Take it easy!

Please.

I'll train you.

You will?

If you don't sweat for me,
you're out of my life. Got it?

-Got it.
-Oh, man!

Tiny, come on.

Fuck.
Now he hates me.

Rule number one,
no personal business
in the gym.

Watch me.

Hands close to your body,
hands up to your face.

Jab. Snap, snap.
Springs back to you.

Snap, snap,
springs back to you.

Twist it.

Now throw the right.

Soon you won't think
while you're doing this.

You'll be daydreaming.

What's that, huh?
What's that?

You got no balance that way.

Better.

Nothing stays still
in the ring.
Move around the bag more.

Watch your footwork.

Hey.

You can't stop.

Ninety-eight...

Ninety-nine...

Come on, last one.

(GRUNTS)

You're done for today.

Go see Ira
about getting a locker.

Sure, he'll make the weight.

The kid's been sleeping
in Saran Wrap for
the past two weeks.

Hey, who's bright idea
was it to keep him
at junior lightweight, anyway?

Exactly.

Saturday, he'll be at 29.

Okay.
Talk to you later.

You're the girl
Hector told me about.

-You need a locker.
-Yeah.

Well, we ain't big-time, hon.

We're not really set up
for the ladies yet.

This neighborhood
don't really catch on
with the lawyer types.

We don't use this
too much anymore.

It's yours if
you want to throw
your stuff somewhere.

Thanks.

(SIGHS)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Okay, what is mass?

Mass is the measure

of a body's resistance
to acceleration.

It is different from,
but proportional to
that body's weight.

What is weight?

Weight is
the gravitational force

exerted by the Earth
on that body.

Now, this is why

if a body is
outside the Earth's
gravitational pull...

Girls.

I think you both
know how this works.

-Yes, Mr. Coolidge.
-Yes, Mr. Coolidge.

This is why...

Make a fist.

How's that feel?

Feels good.

Jab, jab.

Jab, right.

Good, now jab, right, hook.

Too wide.

-How long is this
going to last?
-What are you talking about?

(IMITATING TINY) "What
are you talking about?"
Stop being such a tough guy.

What do you
gotta do this for?
You can't pay for it.

-What do you care?
-You should tell Dad.

Are you for real?
This would drive him nuts.

-Keep your mouth shut.
-I can't believe you
sometimes.

You still got two rounds.

Yeah, but I can't do it right.

Then get back over there
till you can.

But it's pissing me off.

It's pissing you off?

What, do you think
this is gonna happen
overnight? Huh?

You think it came natural
to these guys?

You think it's gonna
come natural to you? Huh?

No.

(BEEPER GOING OFF)

This time, work the bag
slow and steady,

and don't stop
till the red light goes out.

What you laughing at?
You laughing at me? Huh?

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Oh, mira, look.

Your bodyguard.

Guess the slave girls
get a day off when
you slum it with Marisol.

I've had it with
your dismal crap.
You're sick.

-You don't even know me.
-I know all I have to.

Quit it.

She hangs out
with you to get to me.

You should know.
You're the center
of the universe, right?

It's the truth.

We're gonna be late.

(BELL BUZZING)

Later, Diana.

You said you'd
do my braids.

Yeah? Well, call me
when there's an opening
in your busy schedule.

(PANTING)

Jab, jab.

Jab, jab, right.

Too much power.
Let's just box for now.

Hey, you deaf?
I said too much power.

(EXHALES)

Jab, right, hook.

You been working
on your hook.

This time, finish it
with an uppercut.

Same combination.

(LAUGHING)
All force and
no technique, huh?

Come on.

Power is half the story.

Are you scared of me?

No.

-That's funny.
You look scared.
-I'm not scared.

I got you against the ropes,
and I'm gonna dance
on your face.

Ah, see?

Someone gets you
where you don't wanna be,
you get outta the way.

Keep your footwork smaller.

(MAKES BOXING SOUND)

That way you can punch
from different angles, okay?

Try it.

Now we're boxing.

You should start roadwork.
Run three miles
four times a week.

Three miles?
You gotta be kidding me.

At least three.

At this rate, you couldn't
last one round in the ring.

But I got power.
You said so.

Big deal.

You got the endurance
of a corpse.

I guess I'll use
the track at school.

Don't bother about
clocking yourself yet.

So, were you
ever a fighter?

Oh, sure.

In Panama.

I had my day once.

So, what happened?

What happens to most of us
who do it?

We lose.

There's only two of you
in that ring.

It can be a lonely place.

How're you doin'?

-Have you seen Adrian?
-(BEEPER GOING OFF)

CAL: Yo, Adrian!
You got a visitor.

DIANA:
Most of these guys here,
what are they,

just dreamin'?

HECTOR: Sure, they are.
They got no choice.

These guys, this is
what they live for.
This is their whole life.

Was it like that for you?

To fight?

Probably not.

I didn't have what it takes.

So what does it take?

To be great, I mean.

I don't know.

A real strong will.

I was gonna go to a fight
at the Forum next week.

If you want to see
some lightweight action,

Ira gets discount tickets
sometimes.

I can come?

It's no big thing.

For real?

Maybe you'll learn something.

Yeah.

Oh, here.

Thanks.

TEACHER: I hope
you've all completed
the assigned reading

and finished your workbooks.

This chapter deals with

a fundamental concept
in science.

The second law
of thermodynamics.

The primary element
of this law

is a word that
we use all the time,
though it's tough to define.

That word is "heat".

What is heat, anyway?

A simple definition is this.

Heat is the energy
possessed by molecules

because of their motion.

It takes part in every
physical occurrence,

from the growth
of one blade of grass

to a key starting
a car's engine,

to the explosion of a star.

(PANTING)

(RINGING)

Testing those reflexes.

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

Friday, you spar.

I'm ready to?

You're a quick study.

I am?

You gotta pay me
for last week.

-It's real silver.
-I can't sell it
with these pictures.

Strangers to everyone
but you, huh?

Yeah.

-I'll give you
40 bucks for it.
-That's all?

It's not worth
more than that.

Sixty.

(LAUGHS)
Gimme a break.

Please?

I'll give you 50 bucks.
Final offer.

You sure this is a good idea?

Ray knows.
No funny stuff.

Try to be a gentleman.

Just keep it loose.
No pressure.

Take it easy on me
this time, okay?

Don't be a dick,
and I'll try.

Why did he
have to say that?

Ignore him. Here.

(BEEPING)

CAL:
How's it workin' with her?

Gotta pay the bills.

When you get that desperate,
borrow from me.

Hey, Frankie, let's put in
some quality time.

-Sorry.
-HECTOR: Come on!

Don't be sorry.
Don't ever be sorry.

Look at him.

(BEEPER GOING OFF)

Okay.

HECTOR:
When you throw
your jab... Spit.

Rush him with
some of the combinations
we been working on, okay?

It's like I forgot everything
you've been teaching me.

Stop thinking so much.
You're doin' good.

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

You've been working hard.

-Yeah, I guess so.
-Guess so?

Cal's got you conditioned
real good.

Thanks.

I'll be seeing you, Hector.

-How you gettin' home?
-The 61. I'm in Red Hook.

I'm driving that way.

I don't mind the bus.

This place is deserted
at night.

-I'll be fine.
-It's okay. No trouble.

I'm just in Gowanus.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

The "F" and the "G"
are my nightmare trains.

"G" is the worst.

No wonder people
move out of Queens.

You're lucky you have wheels.

Lucky's winning the lottery.

My old man, he's a mechanic.

He has me running
all around Brooklyn,
running errands for this ride.

Always gotta be
thinking ''expansion''.
(SCOFFS)

Anyway, you in high school?

Yeah, my last year,
I hope.

You still in school?

-Am I immature or somethin'?
-No, I just thought...

(CHUCKLES)
I'm just playing with you.

I graduated last year.

-My only achievement in life.
-Yeah, right.

It's true.

My mom cried
when I got my diploma.

That's nice.

You gotta tell me
where to turn.

We can stop right here.

-Right over here?
-Yeah.

You live in a project?

All my life.
Canales Community Houses.

What floor you on?

The 11th.

-You're up there.
-Yeah.

Thanks for the ride.

I'll be seeing you.

What?

-You're late.
-I was hanging out
with Marisol.

-Thank your brother
for dinner.
-Thanks, bro.

And do me a favor.
After you eat,
take a shower.

You smell.

(SNIFFING)

Hmm. I think I will.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

You looked all right in there
with Ray today.

It's more tiring
than it looks, huh?

What's he after, anyway?
Making me fight.

I just want to make him happy.

(SNICKERS)
Lots of luck to you.

(BELL BUZZING)

How can the history
of the world be
so fucking boring?

And all those people
are dead, too.

You still holding a grudge
against me because
of that Veronica thing?

If you are,
I gotta tell you...

You were holding
a grudge against me.

I was pissed at you
for stirring up shit.

I guess I was an idiot.

Shouldn't tell you
who to hang out with,
even if your friends are lame.

I wanna hang out with you,
but you never wanna
hang out with me.

Seems like you
always got places to go.

You gonna deny
something's goin' on?

-You're gonna laugh at me.
-What?

You're gonna think
I'm full of shit.

-Is it a guy?
-No.

-Is he at P.S. 20?
-No, it's not a guy.

Then what?

I'm training to be a boxer.

Oh, be serious!
(LAUGHS)

I am serious.

I'm training with Hector Soto
at the Brooklyn Athletic Club
on Front Street.

You mean,
like pow-wow-wow?

Oh, that's cool.

You get hit?

-In the face?
-It happens.

You fight guys?

That's all there is right now.

You got guys
hitting you in the face?

You don't
understand, Marisol.

It's like
you're all you've got.

You're all alone in there,
you know?

I can't explain it exactly.

You are crazy.
My crazy friend.

(CHUCKLES)
It's fun, that's all.

Doesn't sound like fun to me.

Well, there is
this one guy.

I knew it. Name.

Adrian.

Adrian?
What kind of
girly name is that?

Hey, hundred percent man,
if you know what I mean?

And?

And what?

-How do you know
about this percentage?
-Guesswork, Marisol.

How come everything's
gotta be a romance with you?

I live for that shit.
What can I say?

ANNOUNCER: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

We'll give you
the formal introductions,
if you don't mind.

Will all the boxers
kindly turn in
their passports?

All the boxers
please turn in
their passports

over here at ringside.

HECTOR:
Piece of work, right?

DIANA: Who is he?

Some hotshot promoter.

Always got
new flesh to peddle.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Come sit with us.

No, thanks.
I got my chair over there.

Thanks, anyway.

Don't feel social?

I understand.

(BELL RINGING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Two, three, four, five.

(BELL RINGING)

Break. Break.

( BELL RINGS)

So you're becoming
a serious fan?

-I liked that guy Lopez.
-Yeah.

Garcia came back
strong tonight.

If my payday was
as sweet as his,
I'd come out fighting, too.

I bet you would.

You think we could go
get something to eat?
I'm starved.

I can't.
Got a date with
my wife tonight.

I'll have
a bacon cheeseburger.

Make it a deluxe
with extra bacon.

Rare.

What? I said I was hungry.

-WAITRESS: And for you?
-(CHUCKLES)

A cup of soup,
a garden salad with
Italian dressing on the side.

That's all.

What kind of dinner is that?

Trying to stay at my weight.

Got a lot of speedy fighters
in my division.

-You compete?
-Yeah.

You like it?

Sure. Keeps me out of trouble.

You a delinquent?

Not anymore.
(SNICKERS)

-How come
you train with Hector?
-You mean, like, at all?

-Yeah.
-Because I want to.

-Aren't you afraid
of gettin' hurt?
-What, are you're not?

No, it's just...
It's a dangerous sport.

I didn't make
the cheerleading team.

How long you train for?

Almost a year.
Cal's got a whole plan
mapped out for me.

I might be lined up with Ray
in the next amateur heat.

-Your favorite guy.
-I hope you cream
that asshole.

(CHUCKLES)

He's not that bad.

Yeah, just another
harmless prick.

You two are friends?

I feel like I should lie
and say no.

Don't lie.

We grew up
in the same neighborhood.

Yeah, he's cuckoo,
he's fucked up.
You know, he's harmless.

Not everybody's blessed
with brains and talent.

(SNICKERS)

So how come you didn't
sit next to Hector
like he asked you to?

'Cause I didn't feel like it.

He thinks
you're a good fighter.

Hector got me started.

Yeah? How come you still
don't train with him?

Because I'd be 50 before
I got a pro fight with Hector.

What's the sense in doing this
if I'm not gonna make
any money, right?

I can't work
for my father forever.

My little brother,
right out of school,
he enlists in the marines.

No, thank you.

Besides, I don't think
Hector believed in me.

DIANA: You wanna see
where my mom was born?

Right there,
37 years ago.

You didn't have to
walk me home.

I don't mind.

I mean, I can
take care of myself,
you know.

I know.

I wanted to.

So what's it like
in Gowanus?

In places like this,
no one matters.

No one and nothing.

That's not gonna
be my life, man.

I'm gonna turn pro,
and I'm gonna move far
away from here.

Someplace where
I'm not gonna get killed
doing my laundry.

Right. Or raped in your
own fucking stairway.

(SCOFFS)
Shot for a pair of shoes.

(CHUCKLING)

That girl who's been
at the gym, all dolled up,
watching you spar...

Is she your girlfriend now?

Karina?

Sometimes.

Oh, so she's
your sometimes girlfriend.

You know,
it's cool between us.

She's pretty.

Yeah, she is.

She's sweet on me,
but it's like
I don't have time to...

-Be a Romeo?
-Yeah.

Half the time...

I get a feeling that
she only likes me
'cause I wanna go pro.

You being exploited?

I'm serious.

She's gorgeous
and all that, but it's like...

Sometimes we don't have
much to say to each other,
you know?

Sounds like a dream date
for most guys.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, it is.

Guess I don't know
what I'm supposed to be
looking for anymore.

Well, what do you want?

Fuck if I know.

Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

You taste sweet.

Funny.

I always thought of myself
as salty.

(CHUCKLING)

You're wrong.
You're sweet.

I gotta go.

I'll talk to you soon,
all right?

Yeah.

MAN: Yo, where
are you going?

GYM COACH:
That time of year
again, ladies.

Time for the Presidential
Physical Fitness Exam.

I don't give a shit
what the president thinks
of my physical fitness.

A mile's not
gonna kill any of ya.

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

(SOUL JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

This year, ladies.

Good work, Guzman.

Looks like those
hormone treatments
really do the job.

One more lap.

She's got a good chin.

I know.

Hey, champion!
What are you doing here?

Hi. Nice seeing you.

DIANA: Ah, man,
I just seen that guy
fighting on TV yesterday.

MAN: Good fight, champ.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

How you doin'?

HECTOR:
He popped you real good.

I popped him back, didn't I?

Well, you're getting
the hang of this game.

(DOOR OPENING)

You gonna walk home?

I'm taking off.

My dad will give me grief
if I keep coming home so late.

Does he know?

Know what?

About this?

Not unless he has binoculars
this very second.

So what exactly is this?

Who knows?

(SNICKERS)

You still like me
with my black eye?

I think I like you more.

Hi, Dad.

You stole money from me.

-I'm gonna pay you back.
-Who's this guy
you're running with?

What the hell happened to you?
Did he do this to you?

Adrian? No.

-How could you
let him do this to you?
-Get away from me.

That's how it goes?

You hook up with a creep
who knocks you around?

Right. You're so reformed now,
you're giving me advice?

-I won't let this
happen to my daughter.
-TINY: What's going on?

-Go to your room.
-You're not my mother.

-Get out of here, Tiny.
-No!

I said get out of here!

Don't you fucking touch him.

You think Mom
would give me
the same wise advise?

That's it.

Give me back what you took,
and if I catch you
with this pendejo again...

You'll what?
Fucking kill me?

That was fast.

I ran.

I can see that.

My parents are light sleepers.

So what happened?

You think I could
stay here tonight?

Yeah.

But no monkey business.

I thought all guys
jumped at this chance.

(CHUCKLES)

I guess I'm not
prime trim, huh?

How'd you get
so fucking crude?

How'd you get
so fucking polite?

Shut up.

So you're serious?

Cal told me
to keep a lid on it
until I fight Ray.

You two are gonna go at it?

It's just a preliminary.
Amateur stuff.

So that "no sex" shit
is for real?

(LAUGHS) It's for real.

Let's sleep.

Yeah, yeah.

Are your parents
still together?

Not really.

My mom died
a long time ago.

Oh.

So what happened,
if you don't mind?

She killed herself.

Man.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Dream of me
knocking Ray out
in the third round.

I already have.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

-What?
-(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

TINY: Can I come in?

Yeah.

I hear it's true,
you got a lover.

Oh, man.

First comes love,
then comes marriage.

Sensitive.

It's not funny.

Look, I don't know
how you pay Hector,

and I don't think
I wanna know.

But Dad's wasting his money
on me, and, well...

He won't know
if you use it instead.

What are you gonna
be doing when you're
supposed to be at the gym?

I'm a geek.

I'll do something
constructive with my time.

Thanks.

Hi. You must be
the new boxer.
I'm Candice.

Not bad for an old fart.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LAUGHS)
How are you doing?
Happy birthday.

Oh, thank you.
I was just talking
about you.

I've come
to defend myself.

Hey, remember
when I told you that
girls can't be boxers?

Yeah, I remember.

Girls... Excuse me...

Women have
a lower center of gravity.

Maybe they're more grounded
once they build strength.

It makes 'em
a different kind of boxer.

-Are you serious?
-(CHUCKLES)

It's just a theory.

The way to prove it
is to get more women
in that ring.

One-twenty-six.

Must be all that muscle
you're building.

-What division?
-You're a featherweight.

-You're not mingling.
-Huh?

This is a party.
You should be dancin'.

-I'm not much of a dancer.
-Sure you are.

I mean, you dance, right?

-Hector says
my footwork gets sloppy.
-Looks okay to me.

Let's box. Come on.

No, bro,
not in Hector's kitchen.

But you're all
serious and shit.
Come on. Be a man.

You know...

They say love
kills you in the ring.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Hector, I gotta go.

But you just got here.
Sure you can't stay longer?

No.

It was better
with the ice cream.

How you feel?

Tired.

This is a waste of time.

Look, Adrian's got
a bout coming up.
I don't mean to insult you...

What's the big deal?

There's no one
near Adrian's weight
to spar with today.

Might as well
give my gal a chance.

I don't like it, Hector.

Tell him to think of her
as a warm-up.

This equality crap
has gone too far.

-Should we just
forget about it?
-No.

Just get rough on her
in the first round, and Hector
will stop it real early.

-(BEEPER GOING OFF)
-Go ahead.

Come on.
What'd I tell you?

Hit me!

Hit me already.

I'm not gonna fight him
if he doesn't hit me.

Both of you,
enough bullshit!
Now box!

You okay?

Stay inside.

I love you.

-I really do.
-(BEEPER GOING OFF)

Diana.

Come on.

I'm not running after you,
if that's what you want.

HECTOR: "A gender-blind
amateur boxing proposal

"is a statewide initiative
that responds to
e ongoing demands

"for officially sanctioned
amateur matches

"while also addressing
the expanding presence
of females in the sport.

"Male and female amateurs
within the same weight class

"are allowed to compete
with each other in the ring."

Now that they're mixing up
the guys with the girls,

you could have
a lot more opponents.

They got you
fighting this girl from
Buffalo next week.

And you can have a fight
every week if you want.

REFEREE: Hey, Vince.
Long time no see.

Let me get this straight.

She's had three
amateur matches, and
she's already turning pro?

That's a little premature,
don't you think?

-BOXER: Damn it!
-Trainer says kid's
got a high fever.

Dead on his feet
with strep throat.

I'd fight that yellow kid
with one arm.

Missy from Buffalo's
33-years-old, and she can
make some money as a pro.

The fight's
totally called off?

Why bother
with small-fry stuff
when she can be on TV?

Calm down.
There'll be other matches.

Not soon enough.

IRA: It's a pathetic turnout,
but I've gotta give these
people their $10 worth.

And half of my fighters
haven't showed up.

Come on, Ira.
Let's just see
this thing in action.

All right.

If it turns ugly,
you can't say
didn't warn you.

-Nervous?
-No.

All right. Remember,
you're judged on points.

Be aggressive
and make legal punches.

-Nervous?
-No.

ANNOUNCER:
Welcome to Brooklyn A.C.

in cooperation
with the New York
Amateur Boxing Initiative.

Let's welcome
a new boxer into the ring.

From Brooklyn,
18 years old, 125 pounds,

Diana Guzman.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Challenging Diana
in the far corner,

let's welcome
Raymond Cortez,

from Brooklyn,
19-years-old,

also 125 pounds.

Both of these boxers'
originally scheduled opponents
couldn't make their fights.

And these kids wanna rumble.

Let's give a big hand
for their fighting spirit.

You know the rules.
Let's keep it above the belt.

Fight a fair fight,
and good luck.
Touch up.

Stay loose
and relaxed, okay?

(BELL RINGS)

Box!

Okay, off you go.

HECTOR:
Come on, Diana.

(BELL RINGS)

Stop!

HECTOR: Good.
You're doing good. Relax.

CAL: Hey, Sandro.
How you been doing?
I haven't seen you in a while.

COACH: Keep your head on.
She's getting a lot
of good punches.

HECTOR:
At least he's predictable.

And what's with all
the wild swinging bullshit?

DIANA:
He really wants to kill me.

Okay, he's lunging at you
thinking you're gonna
back away from him.

Use that to throw
your body shots.

Stay with him. Hey!

(HAZY)
You gotta box more, okay?

Are you listening to me?

Stay inside of him...

Boom, shoot an uppercut.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

-I'll try.
-(BELL RINGS)

Box!

HECTOR:
All right, come on, Diana.

Yeah, Diana, come on.
Come on!

Break!

REFEREE: Stop!

One, two...

Three, four...

Five, six...

Seven, eight...

You okay? Box!

-You don't have it in you.
-Stop! No talking. Box!

-(BELL RINGS)
-Stop!

I don't have
the stomach for this.

What the hell
are you doing, huh?

Don't let him
bully you like that.

You are a better
fighter than Ray.

Come on!

(BELL RINGS)

Box.

Stop!

That's below the belt.
This is a warning. Box.

Stop!

-What a prick.
-He can't do that, right?

Last warning.
One more time,
you're disqualified. Box.

-RAY: What's below
the belt anyway?
-Ain't nothing but a pussy!

-Yeah, I wish I had
thought of that.
-DIANA: Fucking asshole.

What are you doing?

Hey, I gotta warn you, too.

I'll say it one last time.

-No pushing.
-Catch you next time.

Box!

Stop! That's it, Cortez.
It's over.

Get out of the ring.

The match is over.

I've had it with you, kid.

(BOOING)

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

in a unanimous decision,
Ray Cortez is disqualified,

and Diana Guzman
is declared the winner

of this preliminary
featherweight match.

SANDRO: All this
sneaking around,
and for what?

To get the shit
beaten out of you,
that's what.

(SCOFFS)
Thanks a lot, Dad.

But you know,
it was almost
like entertainment.

Hey, I won tonight.
You hear me?

I won.
What do you think about that?

I think you're ridiculous.

You're nothing
but a street fighter.

You looked like
a loser in there.

Everything I know about losing
I learned from you, Dad.

-I'm your father.
-Yeah, some father you are.

The only thing you had
the heart to love you
practically beat into a grave.

-Shut up with that.
-You just had to
push her, didn't you?

I mean it!

Until she'd rather die
than answer to you, huh?

I said shut up
with that!

(GRUNTS)

I could snap
your neck right now
if I felt like it.

-I could kill you
if I felt like it.
-No, no, no. Please.

Mom begged.
Did you stop when
she said please?

-I can't remember.
-TINY: Diana, stop it!

You belong to me now.

How does it feel to see
so much of yourself so close?

-How does it feel?
-Diana, stop!

Please, Diana, stop.

Just stop.

(COUGHING)

All these years,
you just looked
right through me.

Look what
the cat dragged in.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

-Who are they?
-Those are Hector's kids.

He doesn't see them too often.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

Never mind.

Who was that?

Nobody. Quit it.

-Oh, please.
-No, I'm serious.

This athletic shit makes you,
like, a class achiever.

-You think so?
-Yeah.

Well, now that I got
school all covered,

I only have the world
outside of these walls
to fuck up.

Damn, girl, that's grim.

It's the truth.

-Holy shit.
-What?

Ex-hundred percent man
is to your left.

(WHISTLING)

Stop being so obvious.
Damn, girl.

-That's him with the forearms?
-Yeah.

Well, if he's such an ex,
what's he doing here?

I don't know.
Maybe he's a glutton for
punishment or something.

A glutton
for punishment, loca?

-Yeah.
-Shit, you better
go over there.

I heard you fought Ray.

You're right.
He's a fucking case.

I feel pretty fucking stupid
out here, waiting for
school to be let out.

Then don't.

Right.

So, where's your woman
when she doesn't have
her tongue in your ear?

Or do you only bring her out
for special occasions?

I came here to say I'm sorry.

(SCOFFS)
Sorry for what, Adrian?

Proving to your friends
you can still snag
the pretty girl?

You got yourself
a fuckin' trophy now.

-Bet it makes you feel
real big inside, huh?
-No.

I don't feel too big
right now.

As a matter of fact,
I feel pretty fucking
small around you.

Must be nice.

Yeah, well, it's not.

You and me,
we just met each other, right?

We barely know each other.

No problem.

So, then leave.

-Maybe I don't wanna leave.
-Why?

You're off the hook now,
free to do whatever.

That's not all
I wanted to say.

I told Karina it wasn't
gonna work out with her.

I told her
I finally met somebody that...

Makes something
happen for me.

Just 'cause it's true
doesn't mean I know
what to do about it, okay?

You got anything
to say to that?

Hey.

So I'm someone, huh?

Yeah, you are.

HECTOR: I was wrong.

There's more than
one of you out there.

And I hear she's good.

She's a southpaw,
and she's won most
of her matches 'cause of it.

These next couple of weeks
I'm gonna train you so hard

you'll be wired
like a machine.

There's all kinds
of fighters out there.

The more versatile you are,
the better prepared you are.

You gotta learn how
to manage your power,
'cause you got more of it

than people realize.

How you gonna do that?

First, you're gonna
strengthen your jab.

Feels funny, right?
Southpaw now.

Okay? I'm Ricki.
I'm Ricki.

Come on. Good.

Jab, jab.

Very nice.
Very clever.

Girls, I want a good,
clean fight.

It's my decision if one of you
needs a standing eight count.

If you score a knockdown,
go to the farthest
neutral corner

and stay there.

Don't come out until
I tell you to resume fighting.

Got it? Let's go.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

The key to this
is not losing your cool.

(BELL RINGS)

(BELL RINGS)

The judges are gonna
give that to Stiles 'cause
they see her hands moving.

Remind them
you're in there with her.

(DIANA GRUNTS)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

That was nice.

(BELL RINGS)

Okay, your punches
are making contact.
Your defense is strong.

But you gotta stagger her.

These judges won't give you
any points if they can't
see you slowing her down.

(BELL RINGS)

(CROWD URGING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

-(BELL RINGS)
-REFEREE: Stop.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a split decision.

Hill judges 29-27 for Guzman.

Ferrara judges
29-27 for Stiles.

Anderson judges
28-27 for Guzman.

And the bout goes to Guzman.

IRA: Based on the results
of the preliminary matches,

you've been advanced
to the finals.

Even though the first fight
was stopped?

Yep.

You scored better
than a lot of the kids
in your division.

That's great.

So, uh, who's next?

Come on, Cal.
You saw her with Stiles.

-What's going on here?
-I'll tell you what.

This rinky-dink operation...
excuse my candor, Ira...

Let this goddamn
gender-blind program
get out of hand.

You signed him up for it.

Boys are different from girls.

What's so wrong about
saying it out loud?

Boys are different from girls.

No girl has what
it takes to be a boxer.

Neither do most boys.

I'm gonna petition the fight.

Oh, come on,
you're the one
always complaining...

you can't get enough matches
for your guys.

Adrian's young.
He works hard.

He's a good-looking kid.

A year from now I want him
grooming for the pros.

Then you're pushing him.

You can't humiliate
my guy like this!

Ira, I need your support.

File your protest,
but don't ask me
to get involved.

I will say this.

Let the boxers box,
and that'll speak for itself.

Unbelievable.

Adrian.

Hector, if this happens...

I'm telling Adrian no mercy.

You understand?

Yeah. So will she.

This is crazy.

And Cal's right.
This fucks with my record.

It's your amateur record.

At least we got
the same disadvantage:

We know each other's habits.

Fuck!

Come on.
Stiles makes fights, right?
You said it yourself.

You have lost your mind.

I got it.
I won't make my weight.

-What?
-I'll eat
for a fucking change.

I won't fight you,
and that's it.

-Who says you're
the only one fighting?
-I'm sorry, Diana.

I haven't trained
all this time to be stuck
in a ring with a girl.

Stuck with a girl.

Okay.

Stuck with you.

-You're afraid I might win.
-No.

You're gonna play it
all manly and protective
on me now.

Look, I'm just being honest.

-You're just like
any other guy.
-Oh, yeah?

What kind of a guy goes around
beating up a girl that...

That he what?

What?

Just forget it.
It's not right.

Fine. All I know...

is if you don't fight me
in this match...

you're less of a man
than you think you are.

What is it that
you want from me anyway?

You want me to take you
a little more seriously, huh?

Is that what you want?

Is that your idea
of Prince Charming?

You need to take yourself
a little more seriously.

Who's the one who said
it was all about
the challenge?

Who's the one who said
that they love to win?

Well, I'm not gonna love
winning this one.

Then maybe you shouldn't
be a boxer.

(SCOFFS)

(CHOPPER WHIRRING OVERHEAD)

* Oh, say can you see

* By the dawn's early light

* What so proudly we hailed

* At the twilight's
last gleaming

* Whose broad stripes
and bright stars

* Through the perilous fight

* O'er the ramparts we watched

* Were so gallantly streaming

* And the rockets' red glare

* The bombs bursting in air...

Oh, I'm sorry.
This seat is
saved for someone.

* That our flag
was still there...

You know what? Forget it.
They're not coming.

* Oh, say does that
star-spangled...

The card says Diana Guzman.
Look.

Must be a misprint.

It doesn't look like
a misprint to me.

* O'er the land of the free

* And the home

* Of the brave

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

How you feeling?

Like I got nothing to lose.

Good, then.

Inside, you know him?

-Yeah.
-How's he fight?

He's always stepping left.

He relies on his right
for power.

He jabs low,
and his right cross
can knock me out.

Inside, you know yourself?

Yeah, I do.

Then that's all you need.

ANNOUNCER: Welcome,
ladies and gentlemen

to history in the making.

New York's first gender-blind
amateur boxing finals.

(CROWD CHEERING)

In the gold shorts,

weighing in at 125 pounds...

Lead him with your jab.
Keep moving to your left.

Force him to come to you.

-ANNOUNCER: ...Adrian Sturges.
-(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)

And in the lovely
purple shorts...

-I can't go through
with this, Cal.
-Yes, you can.

Just do some damage
in this round and it will be
short and sweet.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
clap your hands for

Diana Guzman.

(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)

-(BELL DINGS)
-Box!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(BELL DINGS)

Pick up the pace, okay?

You're doing good
by leading him.

I got to get to his body more.

So she's got some
defensive skills.
So what?

Take her out and finish her.

Give me.

-(BEL DINGS)
-Box!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(BELL DINGS)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(PANTING)

His jabs are getting low
and his swings are wild.

That leaves him open.

Work your way inside
and go for his brain
every chance you get.

Okay.

I don't care who
this guy is to you.

Don't be afraid to hurt him.

(BELL DINGS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(INAUDIBLE)

Get up, get up, get up!

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GROANS)

(CROWD CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)

Boxers, center of
the ring, please.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a unanimous decision.

The amateur
featherweight champ
in these finals is

Diana Guzman!

-Yeah!
-(CROWD CHEERING)

Satisfied?

(LAUGHS)

In all my life,
I never been so proud.

Never.

Let's go.

(SIGHS)

(SOBS)

(SNIFFLES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

You got a deadly hook.

Someone really
worked you over.

Your right cross
is no powder puff.

I gave you everything I had.

Me too.

Boxing, going pro...

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I want it to be my ticket out.

But I gave you an opening.
It was stupid.

But that's what happens.

You just take advantage.

Yeah.

So, now I lose
your respect, huh?

No.

After the other night?
Come on.

You boxed with me
like I was any other guy.

You threw down
and you showed me respect.

Don't you see what that means?

That life with you is war.

Maybe.

Maybe life's just war, period.

(SCOFFS)

You said it.

My life's been a mess
since I met you.

So, you gonna dump me now?

Probably.

(SCOFFS)

Promise?

(SIGHS)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)