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[PEOPLE CHEERING]

[GRUNTING]

Quit playing with him, Bart. Get in there

and finish him off.

[GROANS]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[BELL CLANGS] You're a hot dog!

He's a hot dog.

Yeah, but he's good.

Come on! Get up!

REFEREE: Fight. Waste him.

Waste him!

[GRUNTS]

[CHEERING]

One...two...

You're out. [BELL CLANGS]

At one minute, 13 seconds into the fifth round,

your winner by a knockout,

Bart "The Destroyer" Valen!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Hey, Prado, I'm coming for you, man.

You're a joke, and I can prove it.

Come on. Take me on. When you've earned it, Bart.

Focus, Joey, focus. Come on, Bart. Let's go. Let's go.

I'm comin' for you, Prado. I'm comin' for you, baby!

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen!

It's time for your main event!

Defending his title for the eighth time,

introducing Dallas's favorite son,

the world kickboxing champion,

Joey Prado!

[WILD CHEERING]

[CHEERS, APPLAUSE]

Boy, I'll tell you, that Prado was a walking cactus

when Cordell first got a hold of him.

That ol' boy come out of a broken home,

and I mean Cordell put him on the straight and narrow.

That boy is livin' proof that Cordell's "Kick Drugs" works.

Hey!

[BELL CLANGS] See how he's drawing him out?

He's making him make a mistake, right?

Yeah, Joey's a smart fighter.

Watch your pace, Joey. Don't get ahead of yourself.

Let him do the work. He's getting tired.

Sir?

MAN IN AUDIENCE: Yeah! Go get him!

[GRUNTING]

You're out! [BELL CLANGING]

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

See what I'm tellin' you? Come on, Joey.

Talk to him, Gino.

Tell him what I'm offering here.

He knows what you're offering.

Look, you read the script?

I read it.

And?

Okay. Look, nobody's calling it art,

but it could take you right to the top.

Too much sex and violence.

It's just like all your other movies, Kingston.

Look, kid, you were great tonight,

but nobody's champion forever.

And I've gotta believe that a picture like this

pays a lot more than kickboxing.

Look... someday I might like to do a movie,

but it probably won't be one of yours.

Thanks, anyway.

[SCOFFS]

Okay.

All right.

Do you think you're the only kickboxer in the world?

[CHEERS, APPLAUSE]

And now the winner

and still world champion...

Joey Prado! [CHEERS]

All right! Yeah, Joey!

Thank you, C.D. but the credit really goes to these gentlemen right here.

Gino, for gettin' me through another one,

Walker, for gettin' me started.

[CLAPPING]

He ain't no champ.

He's a chump.

I want you, Prado.

Huh? Any time, any place, you name it. I will be there.

Like I told you, Bart, when you earned it.

You didn't.

They took my belt, remember?

Railroaded me?

That's the reason you're champ.

Now my little brother's gonna whip your butt.

BART: That's right.

Come on. Why don't you fight me now?

Be cool, man. Fight me now, punk. Huh? Come on.

Outside. Let's go. Right now, huh?

Come on, fellas. Simmer down.

You don't wanna follow in your brother's footsteps, son.

Keep your fat mouth out of this, old man.

This is a private party, Valen.

You and your brother go celebrate somewhere else.

FRANK: Let's go.

You're mine.

Let's go. You're dead.

Let's go. We're outta here. Come on.

BART: See you in the ring, Prado!

Boy, that was fun.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

* In the eyes of a Ranger*

* The unsuspecting stranger*

* Had better know the truth of wrong from right*

* 'Cause the eyes of the Ranger are upon you*

* Any wrong you do he's gonna see*

* When you're in Texas, look behind you*

* 'Cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be *

GINO: Well, there's no gettin' around it.

You're gonna be fighting' him sooner or later.

Bart's comin' down the track like a locomotive.

Good. Get the chance to shut his mouth.

What did Frank Valen mean by "railroaded"?

Well, Frank Valen was the world champion before Joey.

Thanks to steroids.

What steroids?

WALKER: Well, the association could never prove it,

but a sports reporter started investigating Frank and

found out that he was using steroids.

Frank blew his stack, showed up on the reporter's doorstep,

said he just wanted to shut him up, but he almost killed him.

That's why they took Frank's belt away?

Yeah, and Frank drew two years for attempted murder.

Now he's pushing his brother Bart to become the next champion.

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

[CROWD ROARING]

[BELL CLANGS]

[GRUNTS]

Quit messing' around, boy. Take him out.

Take him out!

One...two...three!

[BELL CLANGS]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[SCATTERED BOOS]

WALKER: Students, I would like to introduce you to Joey Prado,

the world kickboxing champion

and also a graduate of our Kick Drugs program here.

[CLAPPING]

I remember when, um... when I was first starting out,

I was quite a handful.

Mr. Walker and his instructors,

they never gave up on me.

A little focus and discipline and hard work,

you guys can do anything that you want to in life.

Uh, question.

Sir, do you sign autographs?

[CHUCKLES] Um, sure. Do you want one?

Yes, sir.

No problem. Does anybody else want an autograph?

All right. Me.

Okay. Well... is... is it okay to,

Of course. Yes. Kids, form a line.

Let's form a line.

What's your name?

Simon, sir. Simon, Joey.

Hi.

[CROWD SCREAMING AND APPLAUDING]

[GROANS]

One...two...three...

Four...five...

Six...seven...

Eight...nine...ten.

Come on, baby!

You're out!

[FIGHTING]

You're nothin', Prado!

You're a fake, and I'm gonna prove it when we fight!

Mr. Valen, would you... Get off of me.

[BELL CLANGS] [CROWD BOOING]

Get off of me. Get off of me!

MAN: Come on! Sit down!

What's the matter with you, Joey?

You can't let Bart Valen get to you like that.

I know, Gino, I know. You know better.

You're nothing!

One fight at a time, Joey.

One fight at a time.

Got that? Yeah.

[BELL CLANGS]

He's nothing!

[GRUNTS]

One...two...

Three...four...five.

Try that with me! Throw me in the ring!

Throw a real opponent in the ring, huh?

He's through! [BELL CLANGS]

[***]

[GRUNTS]

One...two...three...

Four...five...six...

Seven...eight...nine.

You're mine, Prado! I'm comin' for you. [BELL CLANGING]

You gotta fight me now!

Yeah!

Hey, Bart, let's have a prediction. What about a prediction?

You want a prediction? I'll give you a prediction.

This fight won't go the distance.

Neither will Prado.

[LAUGHTER]

REPORTER: Joey?

We don't make predictions.

Come on, Gino, let the champ give us a quote, will ya?

I'll give them a quote.

Um, we don't make predictions.

[LAUGHTER] So, uh, how you gonna win the fight, Bart?

With my fists and my feet.

[LAUGHTER]

And what about you, Joey? With my head.

[LAUGHTER]

Yeah, well, it's tough using your head

when my little brother has kicked it off your shoulders.

And, Joey, you looked a little shaky

in your last title defense, like you lost a step.

Joey hasn't lost a thing.

Can't lose what you don't got, like guts and class

and the heart of a champion.

My little brother's got it all.

Except the title. I think, uh,

that still belongs to me. [REPORTERS LAUGHING]

MAN: All right!

Course, you can't expect a whole lot of class from

a kid whose mama didn't know his daddy.

I'm gonna shut your mouth right now!

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Sick of this crap!

[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

I wasn't expecting a fight today,

but you never know what you're gonna get with a psychopath.

Save it for the ring.

All right, all right.

You know, we got no say about how we come into this world.

But when we get a little older,

you can choose any family you want.

You're doin' pretty damn good, Joey.

You got a lot of good people in your corner.

Come on, don't let the Valens get to you. That's what they want.

This is just another fight.

This is not just another fight.

This one's personal. No! No!

It's never personal!

I really don't want to talk about this right now, okay?

I've had it!

Stop telling me what to do.

Hey, what are you doing in here?

Hey, Gino.

That's Joey's bag.

Is that Joey's bag?

I... I just saw it sittin' here.

I was, uh, checkin' to see who it belonged to.

Yeah, well, there better not be nothin' missin' out of here.

[GROANS LOUDLY]

Ohh!

What did you do?

He's dead, Frank.

Yeah, well, I hated that old man.

Let's get out here. Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, Gino, I'm sorry, man.

Gino?

Gino!

Oh, my God!

[SOBBING] Oh, my God!

Gino! Hold on!

No, Gino! Don't! Oh, no!

Hold on, hold on!

JOEY: We got into a beef, you know?

I couldn't leave it like that.

You know I never could with Gino,

so I came in here to... apologize to him.

He was just... lying on the ground.

Excuse me.

He's dead, Walker.

What'd you argue about?

[SIGHS]

I lost my cool at the press conference.

[SIGHS]

Gino was pretty steamed.

I can't blame him, you know.

Who did this, Walker?

Who could have done this to him?

[SIGHS] I don't know, Joey.

But I'm gonna find out.

Excuse me, Mr. Prado.

Can you explain this?

What is it?

Looks like crystal methedrine.

I just found it in your bag.

Well, it's not mine.

Wait a minute. I don't do drugs.

You can test me right now.

Ask Walker. Ask him.

He's right, Sal.

Talk to you for a minute?

[GROANS]

I know this kid, Sal. He doesn't do drugs.

That may be, but he blew up at the press conference today.

We've got witnesses who say they argued.

The last thing they heard him say

was he didn't want to talk about something.

That doesn't mean he killed Gino.

Look, Walker, don't get me wrong.

I'm a Joey Prado fan, too.

But you got to consider the possibility.

What if Gino finds the drugs?

He gets in Joey's face,

Joey flips out like he did this afternoon,

pops the old guy. Doesn't mean to hurt him,

but now the man is dead.

Whoever killed Gino broke his neck with a single blow, Walker.

You gonna arrest him?

No.

Not yet.

WOMAN: He was a man of the people.

A man whose gift

was to see the gift in others.

He will be missed by all.

Thank you for coming.

We'll serve refreshments at the Hill Street Baptist Church.

Ah, let's go.

Valens had a pretty airtight alibi.

There's four people that'll swear they saw 'em playing poker

at the Royal Palm Inn last night.

Okay, right.

You think he'll be happy here?

You picked a great spot.

If I ever get my hands on who killed him, I swear...

You let me worry about that, Joey.

You've got to concentrate on the fight.

I don't even care.

Now that he's gone, it doesn't even matter.

Gino wouldn't want to hear that.

He wouldn't want you to give up.

Now that he's gone, who's gonna train me?

I will.

You comin'? No.

[SIGHS] This is a big waste of time, man.

Prado's head is so messed up, I could take him in my sleep.

Yeah, well, nobody's saying you can't.

What the hell are we doing here, huh?

[CHUCKLES]

Insurance, little brother.

You wanted me to manage you.

You got to let me manage you.

Let's go.

I'm tired of your whinin'.

[SIGHS]

I'm tired of your attitude.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah, what do you want?

FRANK: I'm here to see Devlin. He ain't here.

Just tell him Frank Valen's here.

You're just gonna have to make an appointment, tough guy.

Oh, I did. Oh, is that right?

Yeah. Yeah, it's right here, on my shoe.

Yeah, right. [CHUCKLING]

Yeah, you're right.

[GRUNTING]

[YELLING]

[GRUNTS]

Took you long enough. [GUN CLICKS]

Ah-ah. Right there, fellas.

Frank. Bart.

What the hell you two guys doing in here,

busting up my place?

We need to talk, Devlin.

Put the gun away.

Talk? You ever hear of using the telephone?

Y'all want to buy another load?

You just got enough for an army.

Nope.

We got a deal for ya.

How'd you like to make 10 grand?

Talk to me.

Here's what we want you to do.

I want you to take this.

I want you to go over to Joey Prado's apartment,

and I want you to leave it... in a convenient place.

Then I want you to call the police,

and I want you to tell them... where that might be.

And then you'll have your money.

[EXHALES] You cats really want to win this fight.

[CHUCKLING]

All right, I got you a team running down every meth dealer in Dallas.

Who's on it? Dobbs and Beaton.

Good. What about Kingston?

He's legit. Anything else?

Well, your big-fix theory's a bust

because there's no serious money on Valen.

I figured as much.

And I'm not saying he's a saint, but, uh,

Mother Teresa's got more enemies than Gino.

Well, I'm sure the Valens are involved.

All we have to do is find out who sold them the drugs,

then we can prove it.

So you're really gettin' in there, huh?

Yeah. Why?

Nothin'. Just, um...

Knock yourself out.

[LAUGHING]

Come on.

BART: You're history, Jake. It's payback time.

Real hard... and real slow.

Yah!

This dialogue is crap, man! All right?

I would never say any of this stuff!

All right. Hold on. Hold on. Just a minute.

We're gonna be in Singapore three weeks before shooting starts.

That'll give us plenty of time to make it all yours.

There you go. Sounds good to me.

This whole script needs a rewrite, man.

You know, he hasn't even won the title yet,

and he's already making script changes.

Ah, don't you worry. He'll win.

I've got a quarter of a mil in this picture, Frank.

I don't need the grief.

Yeah, but you do need my little brother.

Just keep him in line, okay?

No problem, Mr. Kingston.

All right. Well, how do you like it?

Like it? [CHUCKLES]

I love it.

That's it.

Come on. Come on, Joey.

Come on. Put some energy into it. Yep.

Come on, again. Come on.

Cover up. Cover up, Joey.

[EXHALES]

[GRUNTS]

Joey...

after you throw it, bring your hands down.

I know. I'm trying.

That's it. There you go. There. Again now.

Way up.

Way down.

Hold that thought...

What is it, Joey? You're not concentrating.

I keep seeing Gino dead there, lying on the floor.

Look, Joey, Gino's death was a terrible tragedy.

But Gino would be the first one to tell you

that you got to focus on the future.

Not the past.

Now, if you're gonna lose this fight because your heart's not in it,

then all of Gino's training has gone for naught.

Are you gonna let that happen?

[PANTING] No.

Well, good. Let's get to it then.

Come on now! Yes, sir.

All right! Go! That's it! There you go.

That's what I want to see.

Yeah! Yeah! That's it! Come on.

Good! That's it.

Hit it. Come on. That's it.

Walker!

Excuse me.

What is it, Sal?

I'm sorry about this, Walker.

Joey...

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to place you under arrest.

What? Why?

Possession of a controlled substance

with intent to sell.

We found three ounces at his apartment.

That's crazy!

Who told you it was there?

Anonymous tip.

Cuff him.

ALEX: Judge Frost won't budge.

Alex, come on, a million dollars?

He's high profile.

And the judge is up for re-election.

Joey's just gonna have to wait for his day in court.

Okay, then, I'll put my ranch up for collateral.

I'm sure they would accept your ranch as collateral,

but that's gonna take time. Well, time we don't have.

You really believe in this kid, don't you?

I've known Joey since he was 12 years old.

Everything he has, he made for himself.

No father, no handouts, nothing.

[PHONE RINGS]

Alex Cahill.

Really? When?

Okay, thank you.

Joey's been released.

Who made his bail?

Mr. Kingston? Yeah?

I'm Ranger Walker. Why did you put up Joey Prado's bail?

Are you kidding? I got a lot riding on this.

No fight. No champ. No movie.

Look, Mr. um... Agent Walker,

just make sure he shows up to the arena, okay?

TRIVETTE: Hey, Walker.

Man, your meth dealers are like weeds, man.

Pull one off the streets, three more pop up in his place.

Yeah, I know. Will you keep on it?

Yeah, sure. Where are you going?

Rattle a cage.

[GRUNTING]

FRANK: All right. Let's stay focused, Bart.

All right, Joe. You're up. Get in there.

It's a good thing they're paying me a hundred bucks for this.

[BLOWS LANDING]

You think you got away with it, don't you, Frank?

Walker?

Aren't you in the wrong camp?

Oh, I just stopped by to let you know that I know

what you did to Gino.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

And I'm gonna find the dealer that sold you the drugs

that you planted in Joey's bag.

Well, if I'm so guilty,

why don't you just arrest me now?

I will.

Just as soon as I can prove it.

Maybe you better prove something else.

Like how you're gonna get out of here.

[GRUNTING]

Like that.

What is it, Joey?

[SIGHS] I miss him, Walker.

He's the only father I ever had.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

I'm trying.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah. It's Valen.

Hey! Frankie, how you are?

Look. I need you to leave town now.

Just until the fight's over.

Whoa. Hold the phone, Frank.

Nobody said anything about leaving town.

I ain't goin' anywhere.

I'm doing you a favor, Devlin.

There's a ranger looking for you.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah, well, I don't do favors.

You want me to leave town, it's gonna cost you more than 10 grand.

All right. Just be at the airport at 6:30.

I'll send over a care package.

You're too good to me, Frank.

Just be there.

JOEY: Hey, Gino.

It's, uh, me, Joey.

I hope you don't mind, but I needed to talk to you.

See, um...

Walker's been training me for my fight with Bart,

and, um, things aren't going so good.

He says I'm not focused

and...my heart's not in it.

He's right.

[CRYING] It's all my fault.

[***]

It's all my fault.

If I hadn't yelled at you,

if I hadn't lost my temper at the gym...

If I'd been there with you

this wouldn't have happened.

[SOBS] I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry, Gino.

[SOBS]

Here you go. You know what to do.

Yeah.

Hey, there they are. All right!

BOY: Hey, Joey.

GIRL: Hi, Joey. BOY: Hey.

Hi, kids.

Hey, Mr. Walker. Hey, Mr. Prado.

How are you, Simon?

Fine. We just wanted to let you know

that what they're saying in the papers,

we don't believe it, not even for a minute.

ALL: Yeah. Hey, I appreciate that.

You guys want to come in and see the fight?

You mean it? Yeah, come on.

Great. There's eight of us.

JOEY: They're with us... no problem.

Come on in.

All right, heads up, everybody.

Wait for the hand-off, and then move in.

You got the cash, maggot?

I don't want you to worry, Sal.

I hear crow tastes a lot like chicken.

I'm glad I was wrong, Trivette.

Let's get him.

[CAR TIRE SCREECHING]

POLICE OFFICER: Hold it right there.

[SIRENS WAIL]

Going somewhere, Devlin?

Hold it!

Turn around.

DEVLIN: Man, what you got?

[CROWD WHISTLES AND CHEERS]

REFEREE: The center of the ring.

Fight!

I don't know, Gino.

It's just not the same.

Don't know if I can win without you in my corner.

[GRUNTING]

One...two...three!

Okay, my friend, we're booked to Singapore.

First class. Hope you don't mind. [CHUCKLES]

God, I love this business.

It only gets better.

Look at those numbers.

Yep. Let's go.

[CHEERS, APPLAUSE]

MAN IN AUDIENCE: You're number 1!

[BELL CLANGS]

Now from the world-famous Sportatorium

here in downtown Dallas, Texas,

the Global Kickboxing Group

is proud to bring you this main event:

the Kickboxing Championship of the World!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Introducing first, from Scranton, Pennsylvania,

out of the red corner,

he weighs in at 166 pounds,

his record stands at 23 wins,

19 by knockout

Bart "The Destroyer" Valen!

[CROWD JEERING]

MAN: You're a bum!

And his opponent, defending his title

for an unprecedented tenth time,

he weighs in at 161 pounds,

his record stands at 28 wins, 24 by knockout.

It gives me pleasure to present the World Kickboxing Champion,

Dallas, Texas native son...

Joey...Prado!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Fighters in.

All right, I've already given you your instructions.

Any questions?

All right, I want a clean fight.

When I say "break," break.

Touch gloves, and good luck.

[BELL CLANGING]

MAN: Valen, you're a bum!

[CLANG]

Get him, Joey.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Hit him!

Yeah!

Okay?

[GRUNTING]

[CROWD ROARING] Focus, Bart!

Go!

FRANK: Come on, Bart. Come on!

Let's see your eyes.

Fight!

[GRUNTS]

[CHEERING]

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

All right, let me see 'em. Come here.

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Prado's up at the count of three,

but he just can't seem to get going.

Valen takes the fight to him now.

Left-right combo, roundhouse kick to Prado's head

Oh, he staggered him with that one!

Come on, Joey!

[CROWD CHEERING]

KINGSTON: Come on, Bart. Take him down, Bart.

[GROANS] [LAUGHING]

[CROWD BOOING]

Whoa!

Get up!

Get up!

Come fight me! Come on, get up, chump!

ANNOUNCER: Seven...eight...

[BELL CLANGS]

RADIO ANNOUNCER: And Prado's saved by the bell.

Valen's power just seems to be too much for the champ.

Joey's heart just isn't in it.

[LAUGHS]

Star time, baby.

Get out of the way, man.

[PANTING] Let me see.

Look, Joey, if you don't want to fight,

let's throw in the towel.

No. No!

[LAUGHTER]

[JOEY PANTING]

I can take him. I can take him.

Finish him off, all right? Get in there.

No. I'm gonna hurt him first.

Quit playing out there. You finish him off

and finish him off now, you understand me?

Let's go.

[BREATHING RAPIDLY]

[GRUNTS]

GINO: You can do it, Joey!

One fight at a time, Joey!

One fight at a time!

Frank's meth dealer rolled over on him.

We got enough to prosecute Frank and Bart for the murder of Gino.

What?

Don't arrest them until the fight's over.

Come on.

Go, Joey!

Joey!

Joey, come on!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Just stay here.

[BELL CLANGS]

JOEY: For you, Gino.

Yeah!

REFEREE: One...two...three...

Four...five.

You're under arrest, Frank.

I wish you luck, Walker.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[CROWD CHEERS]

REFEREE: One...two. [CHEERS]

three...four...

Fight!

[GRUNTS]

Come on.

[GROANS]

REFEREE: One...two.

[GROANS]

Come on, Walker.

Like I said, Frank, you're under arrest.

[GRUNTING]

Yay!

Yeah!

[CROWD ROARING]

One...two.

Get...get up!

Get up! Get on your feet!

Eight...nine...ten!

[BELL CLANGS] You're out!

Yeah!

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CHANTING] Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey!

CROWD: Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey!

* 'Cause the eyes of the Ranger are upon you*

* Any wrong you do he's gonna see*

* When you're in Texas, look behind you*

* 'Cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be *