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CHRIS ROCK: When I was growing up, I loved boxing

because I loved the movie Rocky.

I'd seen it a million times and could recite every line.

The lines everyone knew...

Yo, Adrian!

And lines everyone didn't know...

: Why do you have to wear that stinkin' sweatsuit?

: It brings me luck, y'know?

Brings you luck?

I'll tell you what it brings.

It brings flies!

And in the spring of 1987, boxing was big

and some people thought Mike Tyson

was the greatest boxer alive.

Dude, Mike Tyson is the greatest boxer alive.

And some people didn't.

No, he's not.

James "Bonecrusher" Smith is the first heavyweight champ

with a college degree. The brother is smart.

Then why'd he go into the face

You know what?

I'll bet you five dollars

that he beats Tyson in Vegas next week.

It's like taking candy from a baby.

Who would do that?

You know what? You're on.

There was only one part of boxing I didn't like...

...getting punched.

I thought white guys only knocked out

the black guys in the movies.

Only in white movies.

You know, I like seeing a good fight.

But what I just saw-- that was terrible.

Why didn't you do something?

Why didn't you do anything?

Right. I was too busy

getting punched in the face.

I'll tell you what.

I run a boxing program down at the Boys Athletic Club.

Why don't you come by, I'll teach you to box, huh?

You could learn to defend yourself.

I don't know.

C'mon. You'll be like Rocky.

But instead of being the Italian Stallion,

you'll be the Black Stallion.

Hope I don't get sent to the glue factory.

* Ah, make it funky now.

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Thurman was the first teacher that ever did anything

about me getting beat down every day,

only I couldn't figure out why.

Wait, what difference does me getting beat up make to you?

I don't like seeing the "metaphorical" little guy get beat up.

The United States was a little guy

but we're a superpower now

'cause we got out from under England's thumb.

Thurman cared about the principles

of boxing for self-defense.

I wanted to box for another reason.

This is what I imagined my life would be like

after I learned how to box.

What's the matter, Sir Nose,

can't catch the rhythm of the stroke?

*

Maybe pigs do fly.

While I was going to learn to fight,

my father was fighting the clock.

Hey, baby. Whoa!

Oh.

What are you doing?

Just waiting for you to wake up.

Why?

Well, you've been working so many extra shifts lately.

I miss you.

Oh, I miss you too, baby.

Mwah. Mmm.

Why are you staring at my feet?

She loves your bunions.

I'm just trying to be close to you.

I never get a chance to see you anymore.

I barely even remember what you look like.

And I get lonely.

I know,

but I have to go to work

so you can either be lonely in this house

or together in the streets.

That's it?

That's what?

I'm talkin' about you,

and you're talking about this house.

I can't

watch TV with this house.

I can't talk to this house about my day.

I can't ask this house to rub my feet!

When I hear a noise downstairs in the middle of the night,

I can't ask this house

to go downstairs and see what it is!

Julius, I did not marry this house.

I married a man!

But when they leave the man,

they always end up with a house.

I wasn't saying that.

That's okay.

You just keep on workin',

but I'm not gonna sit here and wait

to watch you tie your shoes.

My father had two full-time jobs,

three if you count my mother. Hey, Dad.

Mom said that since you like to work so much

to take these letters around the corner.

They belong to somebody in the other building.

Okay.

I'll see you after school.

Oh, and I'm gonna be home late tonight.

Why

I'm learning how to box.

Box?

How much is that gonna cost?

Just a little dignity.

Nothing. My teacher's supplying everything.

That's great.

Remember what happened with you and karate.

Don't break no bones.

Bones are expensive.

Yes, can I...

help you?

Are you Ms., uh, Hutchins?

Yes.

Well, I think I got your mail by mistake.

She'd like to help him make another mistake.

That is so sweet of you.

I just moved here about a month ago.

Where

In poverty.

Around the corner. In the building behind you.

Well, I guess that means we're neighbors.

I'm Darlene.

And you're...?

Married.

Julius.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Mm-hmm.

While my father was getting hit on,

I was about to get my first punch in.

Most guys-- they want to learn how to box

so they can punch, understand?

Uppercut, jab, hook.

Right? But punching is only the second

most important thing in boxing.

What's the first thing?

Not getting hit.

Muhammad Ali said it best:

gotta "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see."

All right, pop.

Ow!

That hurt, right?

Yeah, that's why I said, "Ow."

Okay, so at that moment,

what would you rather be doing,

punching or not getting hit?

Not getting hit.

Okay. Good. Take a swing at me.

Give it everything you got.

That's good. Okay, now, keep it coming.

Keep 'em coming.

Whoa!

Nice!

See, the best offense

is a strong defense.

Okay?

Because defense

is the art of preparing for any eventuality.

Because when you get hit,

eventually, you're going down.

Right?

But when they show up,

what do they do if you're not there?

We could ask Osama Bin Laden.

While I was taking my first boxing lesson,

Drew was about to learn something new.

Hey, Dad, I need some help.

My window is stuck, and it's kind of stuffy in here.

By stuffy he means funky.

Let me take a look at it.

Now, that's a nice welcome to the neighborhood.

Since you had a little something for me...

I got a little something for you.

There you go.

Thanks, Dad.

Drew wanted more fresh air,

but he got something even better.

Instead of taking her clothes off,

she should have kept her glasses on.

Relax, we know

this is a kids' show. Cool.

Earlier that day my mother had made my father's sandwich

with a little extra love.

"Thinking of you.

Love, Rochelle."

Secretly, he was happy 'cause he got his dime back.

Back at school,

there was only one person more excited about me boxing

than me.

Dude, you're learning the way of the pugilist.

The sweet science of fisticuffs.

I'm just learning the basics. Yeah, if that's the case,

maybe you can understand

why Tyson's gonna dismantle Bonecrusher.

Oh, you wish.

I heard they're having a closed-circuit screening

at Madison Square Garden,

but it's been sold out for months.

Dude, I'd do anything to see that fight.

Would you fight Mike Tyson?

Whoa, that's good.

That's good! Maybe it's time

we try you in the ring with some real boxers.

Whoa, whoa.

I'm trying to learn to defend myself

against regular guys, not boxers.

That's what I'm saying.

If you can stay out of the way of a real boxer,

a regular guy is never gonna be able to lay a hand on you.

Look, the fact is, I think you got talent.

And I could use your help with some sparring.

I'll sweeten the pot for you.

I'll give you two passes

to the closed-circuit Tyson-Bonecrusher fight.

What do you say?

Dude, you have to do this.

It's a no-brainer.

If you had no brain,

wouldn't you make bad decisions?

Whoa.

You see?

I need you.

You need me.

And we need those tickets.

So it's a win-win.

Said the guy who didn't get punched.

While Drew watched Darlene through a window,

Darlene watched my father through Coke-bottle glasses.

* Walking down the street

* Watching ladies go by, watching you... *

Hey, Julius!

I was just coming to look for you.

You were? Yeah.

This is gonna sound crazy.

You are not gonna believe this,

but I got some of your mail.

Isn't that crazy?

That's crazy. Yeah.

Not as crazy as her.

It is so crazy how we live right behind each other.

Yeah.

I guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you

if they keep messing up our mail like this.

I don't mind if you don't.

Looks like you got more of my mail than me.

Isn't that crazy?

Yeah, it's crazy.

Thanks.

I'll see you later.

Yes, you will.

* ...Made up my mind, but I'm lookin'.... *

While my father was dealing with a crazy woman,

I was starting to feel like a crazy man.

Ah, I'm glad you showed up.

I'm not.

So who do you want me to spar with?

Painmaker.

I was about to fight Painmaker, and the phone bill

was about to cause my father some pain of his own.

What?

Who's been making phone calls at midnight?

Two dollars, thank you.

Meanwhile, Drew's window was attracting more perverts

than Times Square. Gracias.

Hey. Hey.

What's up, Dad? You haven't been playing on the phone at midnight, have you?

Nope. Wasn't me.

What about Tonya or Chris?

I don't think so.

Why do you have that window open like that?

Somebody could come in here and steal

our whole house. Not with me in here.

Oh, after you opened it,

I couldn't get it shut again.

Thanks, Dad. Okay.

* You're stepping so high...

Hey, hey, there she is! Showtime.

This gives a whole other meaning

to Neighborhood Watch.

See that right there. Whoo!

That's nasty.

Are you serious?!

All right, now don't forget:

just keep bobbing and weaving.

Bobbing and weaving, right?

Go get him, Champ.

Champ

*

To your corner.

Dude, that was incredible.

Good job, Chris. That's what you do.

I knew you had it in you. How you feel?

(speaking gibberish through mouthpiece)

I just said, "Somebody please take my mouthpiece out."

By dinnertime I wasn't hungry because I was full of myself.

Where's your mother? She's at work.

But I gave away my extra shift so I could see her.

Well, she took an extra shift

because she thought you were working late.

I need to call her.

For a woman, there's only

one thing that replaces a man: a pity party.

: * All by myself

* Don't want to be

* All by myself

* Anymore.

While my mother was shaking with emotion,

Tonya was shaking down Drew.

So how much are you charging them?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you

and your nasty friends peeping on that lady.

: Shut up.

Keep your voice down.

I figure you're charging them two dollars a head.

I want half.

I'm not giving you a dime

because if you tell I was looking, I'm going to tell Mama

about the liquor and cigarettes you've been hiding

in your room.

I didn't hide any liquor or cigarettes in my room.

Oh, you didn't?

Maybe it was me.

While Drew had Tonya's number,

my father was running down the midnight number.

MAN : This is Lawrence.

How you doing, baby?

Not good.

Hey, fellas.

Here's your tickets

to the closed-circuit Tyson-Bonecrusher fight.

Hey, Sugar Hill.

What'd you just call me?

Oh-ho-ho, everybody,

get back; stand back.

I don't want to miss this.

I called you "Sugar Hill."

What's the matter

Hey, hey, hey! What is this?

Four against one. That ain't a fair fight.

That's the point of four against one.

Don't worry, Coach. I can handle this.

Oh, yeah?

Hit me.

Ha, ha-ha!

You see? You can't touch my guy.

Scram! Beat it! Let's go. Go ahead. Go ahead.

Yeah, that's right.

Walk away.

Wow! I didn't know you could fight like that.

That's Chris.

I'm his friend.

Shut up. All right.

I box down at the gym.

Can I come down and watch you?

Yeah, sure.

Coach, you got anybody else for me to take?

Oh, sure. You could, uh, you could spar with Julio.

Doesn't make any difference to me

whether I'm not getting hit by Painmaker

or not getting hit by Julio.

I'll set it up.

Who is Julio anyway?

My Silver Shorts champion.

"Silver Shorts"? Doesn't that mean, like,

the best boxer in the city?

Yeah. What's the difference?

I'll see you there.

Not if I leave town.

While I had to get in the ring with Julio,

my father had to get in a round with my mother.

Rochelle, we need to talk.

Okay, baby, in a minute.

Oh, open that window. It's stuck.

I need some air.

(turns radio on, Slave's "Watching You" plays)

* There you go swayin'

* Blowing my mind...

I'll be downstairs.

Okay.

Oh, he opened it too high.

* You can tell... * Walking down the street *

* Watching ladies go by, watching you *

* Hope that you can tell... What is this?

* Walking down the street, watching ladies *

* Go by, watching you...

Drew, tell your father I'll be right back.

Okay.

While my mother prepared for a showdown,

I got ready for a beat-down.

We already have the tickets for the fight tomorrow night.

Caruso can't touch you,

and that girl you wanted to try to impress,

she didn't even show up.

You really don't have to get in the ring with that guy.

You're right. Let's just go.

I'll tell Thurman I got sick.

Oh, there you are!

I've been looking for you.

Come on. You're up next.

Oh! My God!

I am so sorry. I didn't know.

I-I, I am so... oh, my God, I don't know

what you must think of me. I am so...

Well...

Well, if Julius wasn't the one looking at me,

then who was it?

When is she gonna stop screaming and start stripping?

Man, that's my mom!

I know.

Back at the gym,

I was out of the frying pan and into the fire.

THURMAN: You said it yourself,

"What difference does it make not getting punched," right?

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

His hands can't hit what his eyes can't see."

Up to that point, I was perfecting my defense.

But then I did something wrong.

I decided to try my offense.

Look out! Look out!

Look out!

: "Get out of the way, Rock! Get out of the way!"

Get out of the way!

Unfortunately, Julio believed

the best offense was a stronger offense.

While my head was spinning,

my father went right to the point.

What happened to you? And who is Lawrence?

How do you know about Lawrence?

Wrong answer.

I got the phone bill.

You've been talking to him every night.

How lonely have you been, Rochelle?

This isn't funny.

Yes, it is.

Julius, Lawrence is a radio deejay.

I told you

I've been lonely, so sometimes I call him

and I ask him to play songs that remind me of you.

Hmm. But some of these calls are for 30 minutes.

Sometimes he puts me on hold.

There's a lot of lonely people out there, baby.

Oh.

You feel stupid, huh?

Yeah.

That's what's funny.

It wasn't the attention

my mother wanted, but it did make her feel

closer to my father.

What happened?

Champ knocked you out.

Man, we better get going. We're going to miss the fight.

You already missed the fight, stupid.

It's over?

Tyson won in a ten-round decision.

You've been in a coma for three days.

Doctor said you're going to need your rest.

When Julio hit you, he kind of damaged your inner ear,

so your equilibrium's off a little bit.

What's that mean?

It means no more boxing.

But the good news is he didn't break your legs.

So you can still run.

No more boxing? Really?

Yeah, watch.

I'm going to come at you with this hand,

and you're going to try to move.

Ow!

* Everybody hates Chris.

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