There's no need to be afraid to do something we're called to do.
To fight our opponent.
To win.
It doesn't matter how many punches we take.
It doesn't matter how many times we get knocked down,
but how many times we get up and keep fighting.
Nothing can defeat us but our own decisions.
There's no need to be afraid of living.
Welcome to your new home.
Today we're laying the first visible stone in this project,
which is born of a very clear idea.
We don't have to take it any more.
No.
We've heard all about how it's bad...
to want our families looked after,
that it's selfish.
They tell us it's good that our money
pays for schools and doctors for people
who can't speak our language, that it's "solidarity".
They tell us it's good to mix
other cultures with ours because it's "modern".
And they fooled us, we've been fooled.
And what's worse, we let ourselves be fooled.
Hasn't your blood boiled
when you see politicians talking in the morning about integration,
about allocating more resources
to our new neighbours,
about how important it is to be generous,
and in the evening they raise taxes?
Or some girl on the phone is a foreigner
to whom you have to spell a street name four times,
that's if you understand her at all.
Or they attend to an immigrant before you,
and you keep quiet, you keep quiet...
for fear of being called a fascist.
Well, that's over!
Right here and now we recover our identity.
Why? Because whatever they say, we're the good guys.
We are because we want to take care of our families.
We only want what's ours,
what we built with our own hands.
And because we're not afraid to tell the truth,
that immigrants are a menace to our way of life,
to our bread, our values.
They say we are few.
Well, we're not. We're not. It's a trick.
Because all the people who wouldn't see it as a bad thing
for immigrants to vanish from their neighbourhoods,...
all those people are us now.
They call to us with something stronger than voices and words,
they call to us with their fear and disgust
at everything that threatens and dirties us.
May they know: we're ready,
eager and willing to help!
They don't have to look!
Look the other way and let us do our job!
And triumph begins there, for triumph goes
to those who are so sorely needed, and we, we are those people.
We'll clean up our house, clean up our country, Spain!
And we'll clean up Europe!
Blood and pride!
That's right! Race and homeland!
Race and homeland!
SCORPION IN LOVE
Contact, 1, 2.
Out of reach.
On the ball, okay? You're not here to score.
Let's go, do it. Go, kid.
8, 7,...
6, 5, 4,...
3, 2, 1. Okay!
Thanks, Carlomonte.
Thanks are no good to me.
Keep your guard up and your punches sharp. Get on the bag.
- That's a bit over the top. - Am I their trainer or their buddy?
You tell me, boss.
Work on Franky.
Sergio, good session. Two more and hit the shower.
Music, gentlemen. Footwork! Footwork! Let's go!
Punch!
Twist a bit more. Good, Julián.
Are you into black guys?
C'mon, Julián, get back to it. Hit hard.
Let's go!
That's it.
How about that black guy.
Pug Nose, please...
I'm on it! I'm on it!
Julián, why all the Chinese shit? Are you from Hong Kong?
You settin' up a corner store? Fuck me, man!
Now this is wicked,
not like that shit you get.
Luis...
I'm gonna hunt that black guy down.
I'm going to go on his turf and fuck him up
for making us look bad.
Good.
- Carlomonte! - Yeah.
These guys are gonna box.
Get him up to spar.
Who?
Me.
Mouthguard and headgear.
You guys, on the bags.
What about you?
What are you gonna do?
Nothing, just look.
Gentlemen, get on the job! I can't hear anything!
So you want to box?
Get to work!
Alright, loose and relaxed.
Let's see your level.
This is boxing,
not that flying kick shit he was showing you.
Franky!
I'll bust him wide open.
When he drops his left, sock him hard as fuck
and put him on his ass. That'll show these Nazis.
Go, go, go...
Take it easy, Franky. Easy!
Take it easy.
You OK?
Gently does it, Franky.
Let's go.
Easy.
- Now! - Motherfucker!
- You fag! - What is it? What?
Fuck your mother!
- You went too far! - I'll fuck you up!
That's enough.
This is boxing, man! One on one!
Cut it out!
You're not like them, Franky.
You people, get out of my place.
Just like that, huh?
- You'll get yours! - Go eat shit!
You go eat shit!
Shit.
A little, just a little.
Motherfucker.
He'll fucking get his.
Fuck 'em. This gym's like a fuckin' zoo.
I'm a mess, I can't sleep. I'm fucking fed up.
There were once normal people on the streets, now it's scum.
They're fucking my business, and that's bread for my kids.
Fucking hell. Sorry to tell you like this, but...
Relax, Francisco, you're among friends here.
And what you say is true,
this country's police have their hands tied,
- they're not allowed to do anything. - My hands are tied too.
I'll end up grabbing a knife and going out on the street.
No, no. Francisco, no.
I assure you, it'll all be fine...
- You do know I'm a lawyer? - Yes, I'm here because of Arias.
- He sent me. - And he did well.
Yes... but this kind of scares me.
Nothing's going to happen.
We have people in high places, no need to be scared.
What concerns me is that you and your family
- feel safe and relaxed. - That's the main thing for me.
- We'll make it happen. - And the donation...?
Don't worry about that. Things will change in a few days.
Alright? Then come here and tell me about it.
- Solís, thanks for everything. - All the best.
Bye.
Hello, boys. One thing...
We're going... to discuss an action.
What are you doing, man?
Luis...
This fucker...
You call this tuna carpaccio?
It's just lettuce and tomato. Am I a fucking vegetarian?
Put some more tuna on it. I'm not a fag!
We gotta do something bigger.
Doing this again for tickets and handouts... No way.
"Actions" aren't done for money.
They're so your mother can buy bread in peace,
without getting scared. How else do you get rid of those types?
I'm fucking sick of this scum.
Gimme 50 euros, and I'll smash his face in now.
No? Gimme a 50.
Go get a job!
Like last time?
Night watchman in a warehouse, all alone? Fuck that!
What's up with you?
I don't have to explain shit to you.
Everything alright?
I'm fine.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- You were weird before. - No, I'm just tired.
- Don't dwell on it. - I'm not.
No shit, don't dwell on it.
What are you having?
Nothing. I'm beat. I'm going home, okay?
Everything's fine.
Alright, get some rest, Great White Hope.
- Hey, Super Mario. - Hey, Pedrito.
- How you doin'? - Good.
He's over there, huh?
- What's the tab? - 40 Euros.
40?
Is this Pacha Ibiza? Where are the go-go girls?
Jeez... You want a tip too?
What's up, Maestro?
- Let's go home. - What home?
Your home. The room you crash in at the gym.
The gym... I live there, yeah.
- I'm spinning out, Pedro. - 40 bucks worth.
Drink like that and you'll be dead soon.
- I'm already dead. - Here we go again.
C'mon.
Move it.
Let's go.
Relax, it's paid for.
Come in. So what happened?
- I felt on my ass. - May I?
What do you want?
Why the hell are you here, kid?
- To apologize. - Get out of here.
No, I want to apologize for what happened. I'm sorry.
Fine, apology accepted. Now get out and don't come back.
Are you deaf? We don't want scum like you here.
- I came alone. - Very brave.
Brave, no. I just want to learn how to box like the colored guy.
"Colored"? The fucking black guy, you mean.
- Get the fuck outta here. - I didn't say that.
Hold on, Maestro.
Why do you want to box?
I'm good at it.
- At what? - Fighting.
Six against one isn't fighting. You don't know how to fight.
I know I've got it. I know I can learn.
Be here first thing tomorrow.
Any Nazi racist shit, and you're out of here.
Thanks a lot.
You're gonna get your ass whipped.
Get going.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
Nothing? What is it, Maestro?
- Nothing. You're the boss. - Yes, I am.
And first thing tomorrow you'll start with the kid.
The kid's full of hate, he'll cause trouble.
Lots of these kids are, but they sweat it out.
- Tell me about the Irishman. - I told you a thousand times,
he broke my jaw and they stopped the fight.
Time to spar.
Franky! Gloves and headgear.
He's too green to spar.
Doesn't he want to box? Well, boxers spar.
That kid is trouble. Look in his fucking eyes.
Julián!
Tighten it up. That's it.
Watch your feet.
Feet together. Don't keep 'em apart.
Get out of there! Out!
C'mon!
Well spotted, Franky. Well spotted.
Easy does it.
C'mon, Julián.
Don't go crazy!
Keep it tight, Franky!
Hit him there!
Stop! Stop!
Stop.
The kid's amazing, eh?
Amazing.
Julián.
Come here.
You okay?
Two minutes shadow-boxing and hit the shower. Okay? Go.
What are you lookin' at?
I'm not looking at anything.
Are you a fag as well as a Nazi?
Never seen a naked guy?
Aren't you going to say anything?
About what?
Sparring. How did I do?
Fine.
Fine. And what else?
You're brave, you don't buckle...
and none of that will do you any good in the ring.
Any half decent boxer could destroy you.
You know why Franky floored you so easily?
He's better than me.
Better, no, much better.
But it wasn't just that.
He doesn't hate you.
He doesn't? Did you see the hammering he gave me?
He's a boxer, he hits hard.
He doesn't like you, but he doesn't hate you.
A Nazi like you wouldn't understand the difference.
Not liking someone doesn't mean you split their skull with a bat.
That doesn't help you box.
It slows you down.
Are you looking after yourself?
Yes.
Then get on home. Supper and bed.
Carlomonte.
What?
My home is no place to look after yourself.
No home's a good home, right?
But this place is closed. Get going.
Excuse me, your name and phone number?
- My name? What for? - For the card.
- What card? - For the gym.
- Can you give me one? - Julián López.
Julián López. And I need two photos.
Everything we do from now on counts. Every second counts,
in order to improve, to advance, to overcome.
And what do you have to do to overcome?
To look out for our people.
For that we'll have to do things that aren't always the best.
I'm not standing by with my arms folded and watching how
all this turns to shit, doing nothing.
You?
Julián.
You're not alone, man.
I told you once, you're like a brother to me.
You're not alone. You're with us.
Give me a left, to the chin.
The chin, fuck it! Here!
Move a fraction and they can't connect.
All this... is useless, it just wears you out.
You have to learn to calculate. Boxing's all about distance.
Pedrito!
- Lend me Franky. - Franky, go on.
I want you two to spar, and go for it.
Your first fight's in two months.
Get him to dodge some lefts.
Let's get to work. Some lefts.
Not so low.
The less you move, the less tired you get.
As we said the first day you came:
between your ankles and pelvis there's a triangle.
1, 2, 1, 1, and away.
What part of it don't you get? You waiting to get hit?
That's it!
- Are you tired? - I'm not tired.
- How old are you, kid? - 27. I'm not tired, Carlomonte.
You look tired. Why don't you go back to your street fights?
Rock and roll!
You alright, kid?
Can you breathe?
The pain's intense, but short-lived, Julián.
C'mon, breathe.
Get your breath.
Get in the swing! Get coordinated. Wake up!
1, 2, 3, 4! Music!
Julián, nice one! C'mon, Franky.
Hey you! What are you gawping at?
Go, go!
No one takes a break here. Go on.
Excuse me.
Remember the photos?
I'll bring them next week, okay?
See that counter?
Fill in a card, please.
- This here, right? - That's it, yeah.
Why are you here and why is this up?
I was cleaning the glass.
I was tidying up...
Don't touch my stuff! How can I get it through to you?
I didn't mean to offend you.
Sorry, Alyssa. You being in here makes me nervous.
You or anyone else. You've got the whole gym
to mop up or whatever you do.
Alyssa.
Shut the door, please.
Two!
Hit low! Keep at him!
Go for him! Go for him!
Let's go! Let's go!
Corner him, kid! Corner him!
Corner him! Open him up!
Think! Think, Julián!
Ref! The head!
Stand your ground! Think!
He's gotta block with his left.
His left, he likes that.
Block him with a jab!
Hit high, get him up! Go for the soft spot!
That's it!
- Look! Look! - 1, 2,...
- In the corner! Stay there! - ...3, 4, 5,...
- He's not getting up! - ...6, 7,...
- ...8, 9... knockout! - He's not getting up! Outta there!
Go, Julián, you're a machine!
- You were brave. - I don't know what the fuck it was.
- I couldn't listen or focus on... - Arms up.
- I couldn't fucking spot the gaps. - The gaps?
A gap's what that animal was going to make in your head.
You won your first amateur bout.
Cheer up.
You finally looked comfortable up there.
It's work, passion and confidence, that's all.
I hunted him down good.
I hooked into his liver, like you said.
Yeah. When you can listen, all this will be magic.
Listen? He's a Nazi.
Nazis don't listen, Pedro.
- Carlomonte. - What?
We gotta baptize the kid now, right?
This guy?
How come?
He stung that guy real good down there.
And?
Give him a nickname.
It was just an amateur bout. He wasn't fighting anybody.
Go on, Maestro.
You're a bug, fast and deadly, real scary, huh?
Look at me.
That's it, I've got it.
Scorpion.
One jab and you're dead, super-dangerous.
- Scorpion... - That's a boxer name.
I like it.
Here, give me your hands.
Thanks, Carlomonte.
Aw, you'll make me cry, little scorpion.
And at last tonight's stellar moment has come,
the professional welterweight fight
between Rubén Varón and Franky "The Chicken".
You're gonna bust him wide open.
Let's go, let's go!
Move it!
What's up, Felipe?
What's up, Julián?
- What's up, Luis? - Don't touch me, you're dirty.
- What do you mean "dirty"? - You're dirty.
Don't start.
- You're dirty. - Don't start.
Let's go somewhere without animals and we'll talk.
- Did you see the fight or not? - Yes. Well done.
Let's celebrate properly, away from these people.
- Let's go. - I'm staying.
Fuck off.
- What do you mean? - I want to see him fight.
Is that how you beat a monkey on its turf?
- Have you forgotten? - No, I haven't forgotten, Luis.
That's why I want to see him fight, for my own good.
Go, he can't reach you! Left up!
Don't sit still! Move your head! Your head!
Yes!
Good, good.
Blackie!
Wait up!
Hit him!
- Go, go! - Okay, Luis! Hurt him!
Luis, let's go! Fuck! Come on, let's go!
Hello?
What are you telling me, Alyssa?
I'll be right there.
Holy shit! The fucking bastard!
What are you doing here, man?
Alyssa phoned. She told me it was my guys.
- I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. - Don't say anything. Just go.
Please go.
It's the forklift kid!
You're not whining about the makeover on the black guy?
Julián, what are you doing?
Motherfucker, I'll kill you!
Let go of me! Fuck! I'll kill you, motherfucker!
If you got the balls!
You fag!
Out of the fucking way!
Don't leave like that, eh?
Don't go. Julián...
That's enough! That's enough, fuck it!
Leave me alone! You got that? Fuck!
Don't touch me! Don't touch me!
- Fucking hell! - ...fucking everyone up...!
Son of a bitch! Don't you touch me!
Jump out the window and leave me alone.
Will you cut it out!
Fuck you to hell and back!
I curse the fucking day you were born, you prick!
Hit him! Hit him!
Julián... Julián...
God!
I'm fucking sick of this!
Motherfuckers!
Come on, Carlomonte, I want to get going.
Mario, one for the road.
- C'mon, I've been here all day. - One for the road with me.
- Go on, Mario. - You bastard.
What do we drink to?
20 years ago,
on a night like this, I became "Carlomonte".
And I blew it.
To losers, Mario.
Come on. Please.
- Thanks, Mario. - Right.
I'm going.
Punch it! Punch it!
Give it heaps. You debut in 20 days.
Hard! Hard!
Combinations...
Hard, move me back, damn it! Punch!
Punch!
Use both hands.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- What's with your hand? - Nothing.
Why pull that face when you punch?
- Just let me at the fucking bag. - No.
- Take off your gloves. - Carlomonte, don't start!
Take off your gloves.
Over here, in front of me.
All that work for this?
- Did you beat up somebody? - No, it's not what you think.
Beating up people in the street again?
That hurts! Shit, it's not what you think!
- You piece of shit. - You got it wrong, Carlomonte.
- You're shit. - You got it wrong.
- You're trash. - Fuck that.
- You gonna hit me? - No, I'm not. Fuck that.
- Wanna hit me too? - What?
Trash. Piece of shit.
I told you the first day, you're a piece of shit!
- What's going on? - It's your golden boy here.
He split his knuckles hitting someone 20 days before his debut.
Piece of shit!
That what you want me to do? Train shitheads like that?
Stop shouting.
I have to train shitheads like that?!
- Get the fuck off me! - In the office. Stop shouting.
Let's go.
Ring work. Get to work.
Why are you yelling at my boys? Why are you dissin' them?
Your boys, Pedro? Your boys are numbskulls.
You've got a job, Carlomonte. You're a trainer.
Teach the boys to box. And you've got a good friend. Isn't that enough?
It would be if I were you.
I'd settle for teaching what I had no balls for in the ring.
I'm happy, Carlomonte.
- Happy with what I've got. - I'm not you, Pedro.
Don't forget it.
- I was a real boxer. - So? You're not now.
You forgot how to fight.
Fight for your life now.
How, Pedro? How do I do that? Tell me.
This is all I know how to do,
I'm serious.
Get out of that room, José.
I let you have it for a few days and you've rotted there for 8 years.
- Let me help you. - Leave me alone.
Please.
Can I go?
Yes. Go.
You can't change, but that kid might. Get going.
Get round back!
Let's get round back!
Good, that's it. That's the move.
Scorpion.
Scorpion!
Today's dead and gone. You've got 19 days left.
I don't know, Pedro. I don't know.
Pedro.
Can I go now?
Off you go.
Julián!
Want me to carry the bag?
No, thanks, Alyssa, it's heavy.
I'll carry it, it's nothing.
No, I'm okay.
What happened between you and Carlomonte?
He told me I was shit and to fucking go home.
What happened? You seemed to be having fun lately.
He's changed with you.
He's giving it all he's got.
He's looking after you, you should take his advice.
I am, Alyssa.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I like watching you two train.
Carlomonte's face changes when he finishes workouts with you.
All day he's like, "C'mon, Julián. Go, go, go!"
And you...
It's very nice, Julián.
- Very nice. - What was that you did?
Come on, let's go.
Hold still.
Here. Hold still, damn it. More to one side.
Here, one-two.
- One. One, two. - Harder.
- One, one, two. - Good. One...
One, one, two.
- One, one, two. - You trying to get smart?
- Give me a hook and connect. - One, one, two.
- Did you hurt yourself? - No.
Guard up, guard up.
C'mon, let's fight.
You there, in that corner. Go on.
Come on.
C'mon, let's go.
Come on...
What's this?
Lots of guys act like men but they're just shit.
Who is it?
My brother.
Your brother?
And this, what's this all about?
"H" is the 8th letter in the alphabet.
Why two H's?
Come here.
What the hell's wrong?
Hey! Alyssa!
I just loaded 400 fucking trucks!
Who the hell is that?
Party's over!
Shut the fuck up and turn on the water!
You think this is a hotel?!
C'mon, I want a shower!
Turn on the water, I'll be right out.
- Suck my dick. Get outta there! - "Suck my dick"?
Julián!
- What's up with you, fuckhead? - Julian!
Fucking wetback! Get your dick out, go on!
Fucking hell!
What are you doing?
Go to my room.
Get in my room, Julián!
What are you doing?
What am I doing? You're sticking up for that...
That nigger?
That guy who breaks his back like you for a shitty wage?
Yeah, I'll stick up for him.
I'm sorry.
Get out of my house, Julián.
Get out.
Violence isn't my thing.
What happened to your hand?
- I said... - Fuck off!
Are you annoyed I came?
- You want me to go? - No.
Just tell me why you're here.
You did a bad thing the other day. You hit Felipe, your friend.
- I hit you too. - Did you call to apologize?
- I hit you too! - I'm your brother,
it doesn't hurt me!
- Jesus Christ! - Not like that, eh?
Not like that.
There can't be any shit between us.
We're different.
I wanted to say... I'm not 15 anymore.
No, clearly not.
- We're doing good on the street. - Yes.
- We're doing good work. - Yes.
I don't mean any disrespect...
but you should give us a bit more...
love, right?
Felipe means that he needs a little more help, right?
- Exactly. - Let's see...
We brothers aren't in it for money but for something way more important.
How can I explain this?
What do you really want?
Tell me.
You want to get paid every month
and get drunk at the weekend with your girl?
No, you want to change things, be somebody.
That involves sacrifice.
We all have to be willing to sacrifice something, true?
And you're our brother.
Or aren't you?
Of course I'm a Brother.
Sure.
- Solís... - What?
Well, well... Julián.
Julián.
Where have you been?
I've been training, Solís.
Good. Are you finally going to scrap with that colored boy?
You'll beat him. You're good.
We're very, very proud of you.
Though lately...
Lately...
Come here.
Give me a hug.
Don't forget, your real family is here,
the one you chose, the one that matters.
Alright? And if the family doesn't stick together,
they don't achieve their aims.
It's vital for everyone to walk, to move ahead, to be...
together.
You know what you have to do.
Be careful, and be quiet on the way out.
Fucking Solís.
He tells me ideals are what count and he gives what he can.
He doesn't get his fucking face bashed in.
How can I relax with fucking noodle-boy here?
I can't stand these people.
It's driving me crazy, man.
Fucking let go of me!
Hey, can't you see you're bothering the lady?
What's he sayin'?
I'm fucking sick of it! Speak Spanish!
Are you stupid or what?
What is this? What are you doing?
Will you take it easy?!
What the fuck is going on here?
- Felipe! - You fuckers! Hit the road!
- You gonna make us, baldie! - I'm calling the police.
Cut the shit! Get back to your driving!
Stay out of it!
- That's enough, man. - Motherfucker!
Are you stupid?
- It was the Chinaman. - Sure.
- But Luis... - Enough!
Julián...
Stick up for that scum means going up against your buddies.
Maybe too much time with that black is rubbing off.
Maybe that's it, Luis.
Julián.
Julián!
Scorpion!
The wolf's power is in the pack, don't you forget it.
Start that shit again and I'll torch your ass, you fuck.
Hello.
What do you want, Julián?
It's not me you should be talking to.
You know who.
He's in his room.
I hope you can still use them.
Come in.
Hello.
Hello, Julián.
Come in, don't stand there.
My big night.
A big fight in New York.
I was stronger than ever,
but my head wasn't in the ring...
and I blew it.
Alyssa told us how you hurt your hands.
With your knuckles like that, you can't train.
What do you want to do?
I want to box, Carlomonte. I want to stay here.
Box...
Alright, see if Pedro can think of something.
See if he can work out a routine for you.
Thanks.
Thanks, Carlomonte.
To the string, duck down...
Diagonal, this way...
Turn.
C'mon.
Take the path.
What do we do now?
Wait for it to dry.
You've been on that a long time. Switch!
What's up, Franky?
I've got my guard up. You're to one side.
I can hurt you from here.
Warm up, go on.
Are you tired?
Smells clean in here.
Did Mr. Clean drop in?
You put up the poster.
- Making peace. - Making peace.
Thanks for the help with Julián. He's totally changed.
It's great to watch him move.
You're doing a great job.
You're making that bottle last, eh?
So?
Got a second, Maestro?
Happy birthday.
- You're a bastard, you know? - Yeah.
I could kill you.
Happy birthday.
And many more.
You bastard.
Very nice.
Let's see it on you.
Montecarlo Medina, that's it.
Montecarlo Medina!
See you later.
- How are you, babe? - Great.
Let's go home.
- No, no. - Let's go home.
- Not your place. - Too many niggers?
I didn't say that.
Scumbag, little scumbag.
You're the little scumbag.
Your place is crowded, and I want to be alone with you,
sleep with you, do everything with you.
Will you take my bag?
Get off.
I love this.
Would you have a half-breed with me?
Of course. Of course I would.
Are you sure?
- Are you serious? - Yes.
Of course.
A boy or a girl?
Or both?
A boy.
What if it's a girl?
If it's a girl, she'll be as beautiful as her mother.
But I want a boy.
A boy that'll grow up healthy and strong...
and fearless.
Fearless.
And a champion one day, sure.
Whatever he wants, right?
Whatever he wants, yes.
And not a Nazi.
No. He won't be a Nazi.
Stay there!
Don't get up!
Recover, recover!
Get up!
Space!
That's it, that's it!
Two!
Hold on!
Good!
- Hold on tight! - That's it, that's it.
- Punch! - That's it. Good.
- Fucking hell. - Spit.
Breathe, breathe.
- Did he cut me much? - Yeah, wide open.
He can hit, eh? You'll show him.
Watch your hands.
- It hurts. - Tough luck.
Relax, kid, you're doing fucking great.
Keep at it, keep at it.
Gain time! Clinch!
Get outta there!
- How are you doing? - Better.
He's landing every slug, isn't he? I'll bust him open, the fucker.
Don't freak out, smart guy, or you'll be on your ass.
He's gone for 20 upper cuts, and no go.
- If he misses, he pays for it. - C'mon.
Good, good! Block with your left!
Good, good.
30 seconds, Julián! 30! Go at him!
Go for it, go for it!
That's it, that's it!
You've got him! Don't let him go!
1, 2, 3,
4, 5, 6,
- ...7, 8, - He can't do it!
9, 10... he's out!
Winner by knockout in the 4th round...
Julián...
"The Scorpion" López!
Pretty, huh?
Beautiful.
This is the only place in the world worth being, right?
Now don't fuck it up.
I won't. I promise.
Especially because of Alyssa.
What do you mean, "Alyssa"?
Aren't you a Nazi? What are you doing with a half-black girl?
Carlomonte, you know I'm done with that shit.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Good.
That's why you're boxing better.
Now if you want to make it big, forget her,
get away from her, it's no good for you.
You think I've always been like this, that I've never gotten laid?
I sure hope you have.
Kid, if you marry boxing, she's a jealous whore,
forget everything else.
No need to go nuts.
I do.
I am nuts, that's all I've got.
But I'll tell you again, boxing and women don't mix.
Okay.
And you're Julián "The Scorpion" López,
not "The Scorpion in Love".
You were here, huh?
Let me see.
Hold on, hold on.
Take my amulet, it'll help. I'll lend it to you.
You're doing great.
THE EZRA POUND FOUNDATION
Excuse me, excuse me...
If I may say one last thing...
What was once a dream is a reality here and now,
our reality.
I want to thank everyone for your support, and...
Welcome home.
You've done a lot in such a short time.
Someone's got to get this country going.
Don't talk about this country,
that's a whole other subject.
See you tomorrow, Carlomonte.
What are you doing?
You don't speak German, do you?
Oh, no, that's right, you're a fucking nigger.
Faggot!
Look at me, look at me.
This is going to sting, okay?
Come here.
Okay, okay, okay.
Breathe, breathe.
Breathe, that's it.
Like that, my girl.
That's it, my girl.
Julián's going to kill him.
Take it easy.
Put pressure on it so it doesn't come off.
Lie down.
That's the way.
Everything will be fine.
Look at me...
It was me.
I was drunk.
No.
You'll tell them it was me.
No, they won't believe it.
- No. - Yes.
Trust me.
Alyssa, I'm handing over my place to Julián.
He'll know what he has to do.
Fucking hell!
- Don't touch me! - Listen to her!
Don't you lie to me! Don't lie!
I'm not lying!
He was really drunk, Julián! Please, please!
I'm okay, I'm okay!
Who?
- Let me get past! - Julián!
Jesus fucking Christ! Let me past, Pedro!
Pedro, please let me get by.
- Don't do it. - Julián, please...
Alyssa, please. Let me get by.
No, don't. No.
Julián, no!
They'll kill him!
Don't you call me anymore?
Fuck, we thought you ditched us.
How could I? You're my family.
The one I chose. My brothers.
By the way, Luis, my brother...
What happened to your face?
A spot of bother with some Arabs, Julián.
- With some Arabs? - Yes.
At the doorway to my place, but you don't care, so get out.
Shall we go Arab-hunting, boys?
Now I gotta go after Arabs, huh?
Yeah, sure.
Why not tell the truth?
Get yourselves down there.
Why are you wasting your time with him?
Forget about him.
Go downstairs and I'll tell you what you have to do.
You speak so well, Solís.
Always squeaky clean.
Why not tell them about the cash you get
for the beatings we do?
- Or what do you call them? - Actions.
Tell them.
Tell them and fill their heads with shit, like you did with me
all these years, Solís.
All these speeches and you're just miserable.
Very nice, Julián. Very nice.
Very nice, very brave.
That may be.
We're all a little miserable, don't you think?
At least your misery...
helped to get us here today,
to build all this.
Don't ever forget that.
So thank you, really...
and goodbye.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I love you, Alyssa.
I love you.
Don't lie to me again, okay?
Are you okay?
Alyssa, I'm sorry.
Hit the shower.
You okay?
Let's go.
Four.
Don't forget: Where are you? Here.
Triangle, on the mat.
Come on.
Four.
Hey...
Rock 'n' roll?
Rock 'n' roll.
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY CARLOS BARDEM
"SCORPION IN LOVE"
We're in the 1 1th round of the European Welterweight Title,
set at a distance of 12 rounds.
An intense duel
since the first bell
between the current continental champ, Goran Mirotich,
and the challenger, Julián "The Scorpion" López.
It's been a very even fight,
with a furious exchange of blows.
We haven't seen a fighter as brave as The Scorpion for some time.
Fantastic, fantastic!
A clean right appeared like a spring morning
from the Scorpion, landing on Mirotich's face.
What a fight. Julián's giving it all he's got in the ring.
Now get ready to experience the thrill
on the final round.
The 12th and final round.
All the luck in the world, and he'll need it,
to our champ López, "The Scorpion".
This fight is truly a tough one...