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( light rock action theme playing)

( hard rock theme playing)

(crowd whooping)

Quit playing with the punk. Get in there and finish him off.

(bell dings)

You're a hot dog!

He's a hot dog.

Yeah, but he's good.

Get back. Come on, get up.

Fight!

Waste him.

Waste him.

(cheering and applause)

One, two... You're out.

(bell dings)

MAN: Get out of the ring!

At one minute,

15 seconds into the fifth round,

your winner by knockout,

Bart "The Destroyer" Valen.

(cheering)

( triumphant theme playing)

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. Come on. Focus, Joey. Focus.

Let's go. Let's go.

I'm coming for you, Prado.

I'm coming for you, baby!

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

it's time your main event.

He's defending his title

for the eighth time.

Introducing Dallas' favorite son,

the World Kickboxing Champion, Joey Prado!

(cheering and applause)

Hey!

Boy, I'll tell you, that Prado

was a walking cactus

Cordell first got ahold of him.

That old boy came out of a broken home,

and I mean, Cordell put him

on the straight and narrow.

That boy is living proof

that Cordell's Kick Drugs works.

Hey!

You see that? You 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. Got it?

Yes, sir.

(bell dings)

Okay, go get him.

You're out!

(bell dings)

(cheering and applause)

See what I'm telling you?

Hey, 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.

Okay.

All right.

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

(cheering and applause)

And now, the winner

and still world champion, Joey Prado.

MAN 1: Yeah, Joey!

MAN 2: All right!

Thank you, C.D., but the credit goes to

these gentlemen right here.

Gino, for getting me through another one.

Walker, for getting me started.

(slow clap)

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. Fight me now. Be cool.

BART: Huh? Fight me now, punk.

Come on, outside. Right now!

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. Let's go. You're dead.

We're out of here. Come on.

BART: See you in the ring, pal.

Boy, that was fun.

( light rock action theme 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 getting around it.

You gonna be fighting him sooner or later.

Bart's coming down the track like a locomotive.

Good.

Get the chance to shut his mouth.

What did Frank Valen mean by railroaded?

Frank Valen was the world champion before Joey.

Thanks to steroids.

What steroids?

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.

Quit goofing around, Bart. Take him out.

Take him out!

One, two, three.

(bell dings)

( tranquil theme playing)

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.

I remember when I was first starting out,

I was quite a handful.

Mr. Walker and his instructors,

they never gave up on me.

With 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. You, uh, want one?

Yes, sir.

No problem. Anybody else?

BOY 1: Yeah. BOY 2: All right.

BOY 3: Me.

Okay, well, is it okay to, uh...?

Of course, yes.

All right, kids, form a line.

Let's form a line.

What's your name? Simon, sir.

Simon? Joey.

Hi.

( hard rock theme playing)

(crowd cheering)

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

All right, baby.

You're out!

(cheering)

You're nothing, Prado!

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

Mr. Valen, you get back to your seat.

Get off of me!

(bell dings)

Get off of me, get off of me.

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!

MAN: Hey, shut up!

One fight at a time, Joey.

One fight at a time.

Got that? Good.

(bell dings)

You're nothing, Prado!

One, two, three, four, five...

Try that with me.

Throw me in the ring.

Throw a real pro in the ring, huh?

Ten, you're out.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine...

You're mine, Prado. I'm coming for you.

You gotta fight me now.

Yeah!

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.

(chuckling)

REPORTER: Joey?

We don't make predictions.

REPORTER: Come on, Gino.

Let the champ give us a quote, will you?

I'll give him a quote.

Um, we don't make predictions.

(all laughing)

So how you gonna win the fight, Bart?

With my fists and my feet.

And what about you, Joey?

With my head.

Yeah, well, it's tough using your head

when my little brother has kicked it off your shoulders.

Joey, you looked 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 that still belongs to me.

(laughter)

Of 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...!

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm sick of their crap.

BART: I wasn't expecting a fight.

Never know what you're gonna get with this 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 doing 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 wanna 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 just saw it sitting here.

I was checking to see who it belonged to.

Yeah, well, there better not be nothing missing out of here.

(grunts)

What did you do?

He's dead, Frank.

Yeah, well, I hated that old man.

Let's get out of 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.

Gino, no, no. Hold on, hold on.

Hold on, hold on.

( dramatic theme playing)

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 did you argue about?

JOEY: I lost my cool at the press conference.

Gino was pretty steamed.

I can't blame him, you know?

JOEY: Who did this, Walker?

Who could've done this to him?

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.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

(sighs)

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 wanna 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 gotta 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.

MINISTER: 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.

Yeah, let's go.

The Valens have a pretty airtight alibi.

There's four people that'll swear they saw them

playing poker at the Royal Palm Inn last night.

Okay, right.

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 gotta concentrate on the fight.

I don't even care.

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

Gino wouldn't wanna hear that.

He wouldn't want you to give up.

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

I will.

You coming?

No.

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 gotta let me manage you.

Now, let's go.

I'm tired of your whining.

I'm tired of your act.

Yeah, what do you want?

FRANK: I'm here to see Devlin.

MAN: He ain't here.

Just tell him Frank Valen's here.

Well, 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.

Yeah, you're right.

Took you long enough.

(gun cocks)

Ah-ah. Right there, fellas.

Frank.

Bart.

What the hell are 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 wanna buy another load?

You just got enough for an army.

Nope.

I got a deal for you.

How'd you like to make ten grand?

Talk to me.

Here's what we want you to do.

I want you to take this,

and 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.

You cats really wanna win this fight.

(Frank chuckles)

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 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 getting in there, huh?

Yeah. Why?

Nothing.

Just, um, knock yourself out.

(chuckles)

Come on.

BART: You're history, Jake.

It's payback time.

Real hard, and real slow.

(screams)

This dialog 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.

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?

I love it.

( ominous theme playing)

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)

Joey,

after you throw it, bring your hands up.

I know. I'm trying, Walker.

That's it. Here we go.

Kick. Now again. Round.

Round.

Round.

Hold it.

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've 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?

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 wanna see.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Come on. Good. That's it. Hit it.

Come on, hit it. That's it.

Come on. Right. 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.

(scoffs): What?

Why?

Possession of a controlled substance

with intent to sell.

We found 3 ounces at his apartment.

That's crazy. W...?

Who told you it was there?

Anonymous tip.

( ominous theme playing)

Cuff him.

ALEX: Judge Frost won't budge.

Alex, come on. A million dollars?

He's high-profile,

and the judge is up for reelection.

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?

( blues theme playing)

Mr. Kingston?

Yeah?

I'm Ranger Walker.

Why did you put up Joey Prado's bail?

Are you kidding?

I've got a lot riding on this.

No fight, no champ, no movie.

Look, Mr., um... Agent Walker, uh,

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 street, three more pop up in his place.

Yeah, I know. Will you keep on it?

Yeah, sure. Where you going?

To rattle a cage.

(grunting)

FRANK: All right, now, 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.

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.

(laughs)

Oh, yeah?

Yep, 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'd better prove something else.

Like how are you gonna get out of here.

Like that.

What is it, Joey?

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, whoa, hold the phone, Frank.

Nobody said anything about leaving town.

I ain't going anywhere.

I am doing you a favor, Devlin.

There's a Ranger looking for you.

Yeah, well, I don't do favors.

You want me to leave town,

it's gonna cost you more than ten 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.

Hey, Gino.

It's 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 things aren't going so good.

He says I'm not focused

and my heart's not in it.

He's right.

(sobbing): It's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

If I hadn't yelled at you,

if I hadn't have lost my temper at the gym,

if I had been there with you,

this wouldn't have happened.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry, Gino.

( dramatic theme swells)

Here you go.

You know what to do. You got it.

Hey, there they are.

BOY 1: Hi.

BOY 2: Hey, Joey.

Hey.

GIRL: Hi, Joey.

Hi, kids.

Hey, Mr. Walker.

Hey, Mr. Prado.

How are you, Simon?

Fine.

We 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 wanna come in, see the fight?

You mean it? Sure.

Yeah, come on. Great.

There's eight of us.

They're with us, no problem.

Come on in.

All right, heads up, everybody.

Wait for the handoff, then move in.

You got the cash, Meggett?

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.

(tires squealing)

OFFICER: Hold it right there!

(sirens wailing)

( tense theme playing)

Going somewhere, Devlin?

Hold it!

Turn around.

DEVLIN: Man, what you got?

(cheering)

To the center of the ring.

Fight.

( dramatic theme playing)

I don't know, Gino.

It's just not the same.

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

One, two, three...

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

first class.

Hope you don't mind.

God, I love this business.

It only gets better.

Look at those numbers.

Yep. Let's go.

(cheering)

MAN: You're number one!

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.

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.

(all booing)

MAN 1: Get out of here!

MAN 2: 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.

All right, fighters in.

Let's go.

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 dings)

MAN: Valen, you're a bum!

Get him, Joey.

Hit him!

FRANK: Yeah.

You okay?

Focus, Bart.

FRANK: Come on, Bart, come on.

Let me see your eyes.

Fight!

You all right?

REFEREE: Let me see them.

COMMENTATOR (on radio): Prado's up at the count of three

but he just can't seem to get going.

Valen's taking the fight to him now.

Left, right, cobble.

Roundhouse kick to Prado's head.

Oh, he staggered him with that one.

Come on, Joey!

TRAINER: Come on, come on.

Take him out, Bart.

Whoa!

Get up!

Get up. Come on.

Come on, fight me, come on!

Come on, get up, chump!

REFEREE: Seven, eight.

( bell dings)

COMMENTATOR: 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.

MAN: Joey.

(laughing)

Star time, baby.

Hey, get out of the way, man.

MAN: Gotta start moving your feet!

Look, Joey, if you don't wanna fight,

let's throw in the towel.

No.

No.

I can take him. I can take him.

Finish him off, all right?

Get in there. No.

I'm gonna hurt him first.

No, you quit playing out there.

Finish him up and finish him off now.

You understand me?

Let's go.

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've got enough to prosecute Frank and Bart

for the murder of Gino.

What?

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

Go, Joey!

Joey.

Joey, come on!

Hey! Go, Joey!

(all chanting): Joey! Joey!

Stay here.

(bell dings)

For you, Gino.

Yeah!

REFEREE: One, two, three, four, five...

You're under arrest, Frank.

I wish you luck, Walker.

One, two, three, four... Fight!

Come on.

Come on, Walker.

Like I said, Frank.

You're under arrest.

Yeah!

One, two... Get up! Get up!

Get up, get on your feet!

Eight, nine, ten. You're out!

Yeah!

(cheering)

Joey! Joey!

Joey! Joey!

(all chanting): Joey! Joey!

Joey! Joey! Joey!

( triumphant theme playing)

( light rock action theme playing)

♪ '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 ♪