Ali_2001
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MIAMI STREET - MOVEMENT - NIGHT (1964)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in the dark . Coming toward us . Up and down in sync to an INSTRUMENTAL LEAD - IN from somewhere . A slip of light . A glimpse of somebody in shadow under a sweatshirt hood , staring at us , in and out of the dark as .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE STAGE, HAMPTON HOUSE CLUB - EMPTY FRAME - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A man walks into the shot , grabs a microphone , slips out of his jacket and looks at us . He wants to tell us something . He 's in a lavender light . This is SAM COOKE . What he calls out . a throaty mixture of gospel , soul and sex . is `` Let me hear it ! '' And WOMEN SHRIEK . He says , `` Yeah ! '' They answer , shrieking , `` Oh , yeah ! '' .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MIAMI STREET - HOODED MAN'S FACE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>up and down , running along a dark road in the dead of night , passing vacant lots with debris amid trees and faded buildings . He is CASSIUS CLAY . He runs in construction boots . His eyes stare from under the hood . He passes the husk of an abandoned car , a pastel storefront . We 're in Overtown , Miami 's inner - city black neighborhood .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE STAGE, HAMPTON HOUSE CLUB (MIAMI) - SAM COOKE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>shouts , `` Do n't fight it ! We gon na feel it ! '' The women in the audience answer : `` Got ta feel it ! ''</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MIAMI STREET - CASSIUS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>now runs diagonally across NW 7th INTERCUT with Cooke shouting , `` Yeah ! ''</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Cassius runs toward us . Off to the side in the black - mirrored water of Biscayne Bay , leaden clouds in a black sky . And now Sam Cooke SINGS '' . because you make me wan na mooove ! '' and breaks into the first verse of `` Feel It . '' But we see Cassius ' eyes are FOCUSED , CONCENTRATED , ELSEWHERE . To where is this man running ? Why is his expression so distant ? A WHITE LIGHT suddenly hits him from behind . He looks over at . WIDE FROM THE FRONT : CASSIUS + A METRO - DADE POLICE CAR that 's slowed , clocking the suspicious , running black man . The driver starts to pull over , to hassle Cassius . Then , the cop riding shotgun gets a radio call . He taps the driver 's shoulder . They take off , the driver laughing . Cassius looks after the white cops . He is neither relieved nor angry . He 's dismissive . And , instead , he sees something else .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. A BOARD ROOM - GORDON DAVIDSON - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>and six other patrician , white business - people of Louisville in their green baize and wood - paneled Luxo boardroom . They speak soundlessly and patronizingly to Cassius Clay , Sr. , seated at the foot of the table . It relates to the stack of contracts in front of him . He is in a suit and tie , his hair and moustache are dapper . His tie 's a little loud . He has his hands folded deferentially in front of him . LSG BOARD MEMBER . -LRB- reading . -RRB- '' . the successor trustee shall be fully authorized to pay or disperse such sums from the income or principal as may be required . '' -LRB- beat . -RRB- Do you understand so far , Mr. Clay ? CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . Uh , yes , I do . We get the impression that , if he does n't understand what he 's being told , he 's faking it . He is conforming , delivering socially mandated deference . FRONTAL : CASSIUS , SR. and BEYOND HIM , seated against the wall , is Cassius , Jr. in sport jacket and tie . Right now he looks to his left and to the right , and only then do we notice the entire wall he 's against is covered with pictures of thoroughbreds and studs this Louisville Sponsoring Group owns as well . He is one among their sporting possessions . He does n't like it . He looks at the back of his father listening . LSG BOARD MEMBER Are you sure , sir ? CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . Yeah . I follow you . LSG BOARD MEMBER Okay . 'Cause I 'd be happy to explain any of these terms . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . No , thank you . LSG BOARD MEMBER Thank you , sir .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MACARTHUR CAUSEWAY - CLOSER:   CASSIUS' EYES - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>back here , now , crossing through black night and over black water of the MacArthur Causeway . We start to HEAR pop pop pop pop pop pop POP over Sam Cooke 's music , and Sam Cooke 's image SUPERIMPOSES as he segues from `` Feelin ' '' to `` Bring It On Home . '' And the pop pop pop pop pop carries us into .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE FIFTH STREET GYM, (MIAMI) - SPEED BAG - DAWN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cassius ' fists fly in a reeling motion , hitting the speed bag . But it 's his eyes that arrest us . focused , concentrated . OVER CASSIUS ' SHOULDER : BROWN SPEED BAG is a blur . And it SLOWS and becomes a brown boxing glove driving in a SLOWED straight line right at us like a piston . OVER the glove , pushing the fist at us is SONNY LISTON . The brown glove hits .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING - A BOXER (N.D. BOXER)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in a linear left jab . These punches are watched by Cassius ' eyes in the Fifth Street Gym . studiously studying Liston 's feet . straight - line movement . the jab , linear and straight at us . But it SLAMS into the Boxer , not Cassius . Down he goes . He 's out . The referee pulls out his mouthpiece . It 's a bloody mess . Teeth have been knocked out with it , so devastating is Sonny Liston . A distant crowd ROARS .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING - CASSIUS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>VERY CLOSE , climbs into the crush with other contenders . Victorious , Liston , being escorted out , passes very close to him on purpose to say . SONNY LISTON . -LRB- whispers ; low . -RRB- Gon na fuck you up . Gon na beat you like I 's your daddy . To Cassius , boxing is dangerous athletics , but Liston 's malevolence is straight from the street .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FIFTH STREET GYM - CASSIUS' EYES</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>SEE .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CHURCH - THE BACK OF HIS FATHER'S HEAD</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>working . He 's painting a mural . It 's the face of WHITE JESUS with blue eyes and blonde hair . CASSIUS , SR. 'S EYES painting . EYES OF 12 - YEAR - OLD CASSIUS , JR. watching white Jesus go up on the Negro Baptist Church in Louisville become .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FIFTH STREET GYM - CASSIUS' EYES</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>watching now .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. A CITY BUS - WATCHING - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>the back of his own head moving through a tunnel of white faces , holding his mother 's hand , passing the balloon faces of nice white passengers , teenagers in athletic sweaters going to high school , some children , all seated . MOVING through to the rear of the bus where , standing , are black women , heavyset with heavy legs , and middle - aged black men with large , rough hands , crowded on their way to the day 's labor or domestic jobs in the back of the bus . 12 - YEAR - OLD CASSIUS LOOKS at a newspaper being refolded by one man in front of his face . CASSIUS ' POV : LOUISVILLE COURIER : EMMETT TILL Published nationwide , it shows his gouged - out eye , the barbed wire noose around his neck , the mutilation to his face because at 14 years old he winked at a white girl in Alabama . CASSIUS , JR. is frozen by the image . It will haunt him for most of his life . The man holding the paper sees the boy 's fear and pushes the paper out at him as a rough joke . Cassius reacts . Then , the man rises and offers his seat to Odessa . Then someone shouts . ANGELO DUNDEE TIME !</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FIFTH STREET GYM - CASSIUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>PAST him a short man in a white shirt , ANGELO DUNDEE , has entered with a folded newspaper under his arm . And Cassius - elsewhere - SLAMS the speed bag with a right hook , and the bag becomes .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE MASJID AL ANSAR-MOSQUE - CASSIUS - DAY (MIAMI)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in black glasses , leaning against a wall . MALCOLM X . -LRB- O.S . -RRB- . and those of you who think you came here to hear us tell you , like these Negro leaders do , that times will get better and we shall overcome someday , I tell you : you came to the wrong place . MALCOLM X is at the podium . Ceiling fans . We could be in Tripoli . MALCOLM X . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- 'Cause your times will never get better until yo make them better . And any of you who think you came here to hear us tell you to turn the other cheek to the brutality of the white man and the established system of injustice in this country , to beg for your place at their lunch counter , I say again ! You came to the wrong place . And Cassius is there in a black shirt , standing in the back . Malcolm X sees him , nods . the casualness attests their familiarity is close and extensive . MALCOLM X . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- beat . -RRB- 'Cause we do n't teach you to turn the other cheek . We do n't teach you to turn the other cheek in the South . We do n't teach you to turn the other cheek in the North . The Honorable Elijah Muhammad teaches you , instead , to obey the law . To carry yourselves in a respectable way . And a proud Afro - American way . But at the same time . we teach you . that anyone who puts his hand on you ? Do your BEST . to see he does n't PUT HIS HAND on any . body . else . AGAIN .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FIFTH STREET GYM - LUMINOUS HOOP - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Whopwhopwhopwhopwhop . as first rays of golden light illuminate the jump rope spinning effortlessly over his head in a blur . Dust dances in light through the two dirty windows with boxing gloves and `` Fifth Street Gym '' painted on them . It 's that time of day Jack Johnson called the `` fighter 's hour , '' '' . between the night and the light . '' . whopwhopwhopwhopwhop . And Angelo Dundee puts on a pot of coffee . He washes his hands in a dirty sink , thoroughly drying them . Alert and clean , he 's old school . He goes back to the edge of the ring , reading his newspaper . Now , crossing past the white windows is DREW `` BUNDINI '' BROWN . He takes an orange out of his pocket , sitting on a bench , silently peels it . As Cassius `` walks '' the rope , jumping up and back . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- approving ; past newspaper . -RRB- Yeah . Like that , Daddy . Do n't jump in one place . Bad for the heart . That 's the most important thing . -LRB- without looking . -RRB- TIME ! Cassius drops the rope where he stands , and walks off as Sam Cooke .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE HAMPTON HOUSE CLUB - SAM COOKE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>segues into `` Bring It On Home '' and women in the front row reach out for him . The heat between Cooke and them is palpable . The first row is going crazy as .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FIFTH STREET GYM - CASSIUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sits into our frame , glistening with sweat , directed through tortuous calisthenics by the hands of Luis Sarria . ANGELO DUNDEE TIME !</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HAMPTON HOUSE CLUB - HIGH + WIDE FRONTAL:    SAM COOKE'S</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sweating . The place is rocking as .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE RING, FIFTH STREET GYM - CASSIUS' EYES - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>alive , sparring . But Cassius never throws a punch . He jerks back , sliding away , an inch away from being hit . He circles in a movement that seems off - balance and then becomes fluid and changes rate , faking out where you think he 'll be . His sparring partner throws a jab that misses and follows with a hook . Cassius slips it by an inch . Entering the gym , now , is gregarious DR. FERDIE PACHECO with a young , afro 'd HOWARD BINGHAM , who starts photographing while LUIS SARRIA looks at us . None of the gathered crowd , the greatest `` corner '' in boxing , breaks his concentration . He 's in his zone . We 're in the ring . Cassius , trance - like , hands down , circles and slips in no predictable way as .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. A LIMOUSINE - NOW CASSIUS IS - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>zenned out in SLO - MO on the way somewhere in a suit and tie . People on the Miami streets drift by . The slow - moving limo floats on its soft suspension through the pastel heat of Miami . While Sam Cooke .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HAMPTON HOUSE CLUB - SAM COOKE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>drives to the big climax of `` Bring It On Home To Me ! '' counter to the limo 's EXTREME CALM as Sam Cooke 's medley ends and .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. A HALLWAY, THE MIAMI CONVENTION CENTER - CASSIUS - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in a terry - cloth robe , walks faster and faster as Dundee and Bundini , Bingham and his cameras , Pacheco and RUDY race to keep up . And as Cassius slams through a door into a large room .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <scene_description>500 press , promoters and boxing people turn and stare ! CASSIUS . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- What you lookin ' at , you ugly bear ?! LISTON a tree trunk in boxing shorts , ca n't wait to pull apart this kid . CASSIUS . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- C'mon , bum . I whup you right here ! Cassius pushes past people and leaps at Sonny ! He wants to rumble right now . Bundini , Rudy , Dundee , Liston 's handlers struggle to keep them apart , wrestle Cassius onto the scale . A MAN . -LRB- reading . -RRB- . 210 . Cassius Clay weighs 210 pounds . CASSIUS . -LRB- changes down . -RRB- You sure you got that right ? The man nods . Cassius gets off , is pulled aside . And Liston gets on : unremitting stare of death at Cassius . THE MAN 218 . Sonny Liston . the heavyweight champion of the world weighs 218 pounds . BUNDINI Pounds of what ?! And Cassius goes off again . CASSIUS Pounds of ugly ! He so ugly , sweat run backwards off his forehead to get away from his face ! C'mon , bear ! I turn you into a rug ! Rumble right now , man ! He 's restrained by Angelo and Bundini . SONNY LISTON . -LRB- low . -RRB- Keep talkin ' , punk - ass faggot ! I 'll fuck you up like I 's your daddy . Handlers break it up and hustle Liston out of there . CASSIUS You whup me , I 'll crawl out of the ring on my knees and catch the next jet plane out of the country . JIMMY CANNON . -LRB- older reporter . -RRB- That a promise ? Laughter . CASSIUS . -LRB- to Jimmy Cannon . -RRB- . you be the first eatin ' his words ! A Doctor claps a cuff around Cassius ' arm , taking blood pressure . THE DOCTOR . -LRB- alarmed , to Pacheco . -RRB- 210 over 110 ?! I ca n't let him in the ring in this condition ! REPORTERS . -LRB- shout . -RRB- Liston says he 'll talk with his fists . `` Lip from Louisville . '' -LRB- laughter . -RRB- . odds 7:1 against you . Big bet 's whether he 'll knock you out in the first round or third round or kill you altogether . You scared of him ? CASSIUS I 'm scared of no man . I give Sonny Liston talking lessons , boxing lessons and falling down lessons . CANNON/OTHERS Yeah , sure . Are you a Black Muslim ? Pat Putnam in the Miami Herald said . CASSIUS `` Black Muslim '' 's a press word . Dundee 's defensive , fast . ANGELO DUNDEE Man 's religion 's his own business . What kinda question 's that ? REPORTERS/HOWARD COSELL Does he hate white people ? Malcolm X was in town . Then he left . Was that so he would n't embarrass you ? Liston can not stand you . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- sees . -RRB- Howard ! HOWARD COSELL . can not stand you , Cassius . He really wants to kill you . HOWARD COSELL is balding , tall , forties , lugging a tape recorder . CASSIUS Howard Cosell , you are an instigator ! -LRB- Cosell smiles . -RRB- How you get that way ? When I 'm done with Liston , I 'm comin ' for you ! Dundee uses that to end the conference before it strays into `` Black Muslim '' territory . Meanwhile on the way out . DOCTOR . -LRB- to Pacheco . -RRB- It does n't come down , I cancel this fight . You call me in an hour with his blood pressure .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT./INT. MIAMI RENTAL HOUSE - DR. PACHECO - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>past guards , Bundini , press , starts to enter . Inside , Clay 's on the sofa , in his underwear , watching `` The Man With the X - Ray Eyes , '' who has the power to imbue and control from beams emitted from his eyes . Dundee and Bingham hang out . Cassius ' mind is elsewhere . His eyes float to the corner of the doorway before we see Pacheco , even though from the outside , has started to enter .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. CASSIUS' RENTAL HOUSE, BACKYARD - CORNER OF HOUSE - DAY (MIAMI)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Nothing . Cassius is asleep in a lounge chair . incongruously a TV is run from the house by an extension cord . Cassius wakes . His eyes say , `` Who are you ? '' BUNDINI . -LRB- entering . -RRB- I 'm called Bundini , rhymes with Houdini . He was a Jew , too . some other people call me Fastblack . or Daddy Mac . Drew `` Bundini '' Brown , early forties , holds a hat in his hand , his eyes always seem to be glistening , ready to rage , laugh or cry , tentatively approaches . Cassius ' flat eyes return to the television . BUNDINI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- motions at lounge chair . -RRB- Shorty sent me to Sugar Ray Robinson . I gave my power to Sugar Ray for seven years , gave him my voodoo , my magic . Now Shorty sent me to you . CASSIUS Who Shorty ? BUNDINI I call him Shorty 'cause he like 'em circumcised . Original people . Like Moses . And I was a babe in a basket , too . I was born on a doorstep with a note ` cross my chest that read , `` Do the best you can for him , world . '' I had to suck the first nipple come along . I did n't run away from home . I been runnin ' to home . Cassius should kick him out , but Bundini 's got his foot in the door of Cassius ' attention . BUNDINI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- beat , and his raison d'être . -RRB- Now , I got ta ask you . You fixin ' them fights ? Else no way you could tell great Archie Moore what round you droppin ' him in . all of them predictions you make , comin ' true . Never heard of nobody predictin ' the round like you . You either a phony or Shorty 's in your corner . Tell me the truth , young man . Cassius , stretched out , mumbles without looking at him . CASSIUS . I study every fight . 'Til I got a plan . Wear him down two through four . Drop him in the fifth round . So the p ` diction ai n't a p ` diction . It 's a plan . And 'cause of all the poppin ' off I do , I know I got ta win ! That 's the truth . And why I 'm tellin ' you ? BUNDINI 'Cause I 'm gon na be your Inspiration . Your motivator . In your corner . Can I be in your corner , young man ? CASSIUS . -LRB- thinks , then . -RRB- Yeah . BUNDINI . -LRB- inexplicably moved , covers . -RRB- Ai n't spent much time in Miami . Where the water ? Cassius has drifted off , back to watching TV . What he sees as his eyes close is :</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MIAMI RENTAL HOUSE - PACHECO</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The blur of Pacheco taking his blood pressure . Now Cassius looks and his shaman , Bundini , enters . PACHECO 120 over 80 ? -LRB- re : his blood pressure . -RRB- You should be asleep . The weigh - in episode was an act . We take a different measure of this man . Pacheco sits next to Cassius and eats some of his potato chips .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MIAMI CONVENTION CENTER, A DRESSING ROOM - HANDS  EARLY EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>being wrapped . Cassius ' shirt is off , sitting on a bench in the dressing room . the ritualistic tradition , having his hands taped . Dundee expertly does it . In the background , Bundini , Pacheco , Bingham , Rudy and Two Men in dark suits , someone from Liston 's camp , and a State Boxing Inspector watch . Then , the door opens for Malcolm X , in a dark suit , thin tie . Cassius lights up . Dundee is done . The Boxing Inspector signs the tape . Then , Dundee puts on gloves and laces them while . CASSIUS When you get back ? MALCOLM X Just now . I 'm front row , seat 7 . RUDY I 'm gon na find Mom and Dad . CASSIUS You could have stayed . Nobody got ta hide when they with me . MALCOLM X Nothing wrong with being cool , my brother . You been working toward this moment for four years . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- while tying . -RRB- He 's right . Dundee turns away to tear two strips of tape while Cassius and Malcolm face into a corner . Sarria throws a towel over Cassius ' shoulders . Arms bent , head down , a true believer , he silently stands in prayer , bowing to the east with Malcolm . During this , Dundee starts collecting his cut gear on table . MALCOLM X It 's a crusade in modern times . And television is beaming if off Telstar to the whole world . So Allah has brought this about for a reason . -LRB- time to leave . -RRB- Salaam alaikum , my brother . And as he goes , leaving us , not Cassius , incomplete , Cassius returns to Dundee , who ties gloves and puts tape over the knot . The Inspector signs that , too .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. A CORRIDOR, CASSIUS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A door slams open . Cassius comes along the hallway , his entourage surrounding him . Three large middle - aged white officials accompany him , too . His face is set in stone . White towels are draped over his head onto his shoulders . Bundini chirps in his ear . Dundee , like a plumber , carrying the tools of his trade . a bucket , his swabs and Vaseline . And they seem distant to Cassius . They reach the end of the corridor , and against the wall stand three or four older bad cigar guys . A curtain . the sounds from the arena drift into the hallway . Cassius is on his toes now , dancing , dancing . And as if being drawn by a force we ca n't see , he just goes . his entourage , as if holding on , carried along by him .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE MIAMI CONVENTION CENTER - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>He comes into the hall . there are shouts , some scattered applause , some booing , growing ; and the sound moves through the arena . the sounds of expectations , ridicule , potential violence . But past the faces and the press , what 's arrested Cassius ' attention and makes him oblivious in his solitude to all else is the bright 20 - by - 20 - foot place he wants to be most in all the world : the ring .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE RING - CASSIUS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>is struck by the brilliance . Illuminated , ready to go . dancing . warming up . Counter to an expectation of anxiety , Cassius ca n't wait to get this on . Other sounds happen . irrelevant to him . and now the distant sound of Liston coming into the ring . his bulked - up presence , the roar he inspires , somewhere over there . And all of a sudden , Cassius turns to face the angry man who wishes him death . Cassius rocks left and right , like a tough kid on a corner ready to rumble . The hysteria act is gone ; so is the boasting . Instead , there is only Cassius ' stare . The effect is enigmatic : what is going on here ? A Referee , like a distant bird , says something we do n't hear . In the corner , his feet float , waiting . There 's the BELL for ROUND ONE .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. RING - ROUND ONE - WIDE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>It starts . LISTON right away throws a left that misses and attacks Cassius , throwing seven more that Cassius with extreme , awkward caution evades . He is fearful of the monster whose punches he has yet to feel . Nevertheless , he does his job : measure Liston 's range and speed . Then , a body shot catches him above the heart . Cassius feels the real power of Liston . It could stop your heart 's beating . He survives . Then . CASSIUS throws his long left jab . It keeps Liston at a set distance . He has Liston 's range , now , and he dances away from Liston 's charges . Then , halfway through the round , Cassius ' eyes have hunted out an opportunity , and he throws his first combination with a few hard shots that , to Liston 's surprise , rock Liston 's head back . And , then , Cassius easily evades . LISTON 'S furious big misses to the left and right . CASSIUS keeps tagging Liston with his long left . And , now , infuriates Liston even more by merely walking away from Liston 's big misses , provoking even wilder and more inaccurate Liston assaults . -LRB- We 're aware that any Liston shot could knock out Cassius if it connected . -RRB- Then Cassius soaks up a couple of body shots , most flicks his jab , slides , dances , clinches , circles away . UNTIL . AT THE END OF THE ROUND Cassius launches a second combination , slams a couple of big lefts Liston 's way that rock his head back two times . Liston 's so furious , he flips , charging Cassius , who hits and ducks at the same time . The BELL RINGS THREE TIMES before they stop . CLAY 'S CORNER - CASSIUS breathes hard . Dundee works . Cassius says something we ca n't hear . CASSIUS He was supposed to kill me . Well , I 'm still alive . Angelo is talking to Clay a mile a minute , while Clay MUGS an open mouth . to the press , ridiculing their accusation he was all talk . It 's clear he controlled Round One to everyone 's surprise . THE BELL . INT . RING , ROUND TWO - CASSIUS + LISTON We see press with typewriters , ribbon , microphones , note pads ; massive TV cameras hang on platforms over two of the corners . It 's a desultory , lower - key version of Round One . And . BIRD 'S NEST TV CAMERA + MEDIA Coverage segues to Liston , who throws and misses a few lefts . Cassius tags him with a few rights . THE BELL . CASSIUS literally ambles into the corner . SONNY 'S CORNER : HIS TWO TRAINERS Liston 's getting a lot of strident advice . THE BELL .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING, ROUND THREE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>LISTON 'S LEFT comes in like a freight train . Cassius merely leans away to avoid Liston , circles and now snaps off a flurry and OPENS A CUT UNDER SONNY 'S LEFT EYE . Then , he splits out of there . ANNOUNCER . -LRB- at ringside , on radio . -RRB- He 's opened a cut on Liston . Liston 's never been cut ! And Cassius , seizing opportunity , hits Liston with more combinations . If Cassius won Round One , probably but not certainly won Round Two , he now demonstrates he OWNS Round Three . It 's a symphony of classical Cassius Clay footwork , flicked jabs that confuse , and , then , hard - hitting combinations that rock the presumably immovable Liston . No one told Sonny that Cassius could hit . And , at 210 pounds , he hits HARD . Liston , angered , panicked , knows he 's losing and goes after Cassius and misses wildly as the BELL ends Round Three .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CLAY'S CORNER - CLAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>stands a moment before he sits . EXTREMELY CLOSE : CASSIUS CLAY breathing heavily , ignoring the stool and Dundee and Bundini , looks around . THIS IS WHAT IT 'S LIKE TO BE 22 , TO BE CASSIUS CLAY , TO BE ON TOP OF YOUR GAME AND TO BE ABOUT TO OWN THE WORLD . He looks over the crowd . Only then , turns and sits . CASSIUS . -LRB- to Dundee . -RRB- He 's nothin ' to me . The genius of Cassius . CASSIUS . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- And he knows it .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LISTON'S CORNER - CORNERMAN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>slips a vial of some medicant from his pocket and rubs it into Liston 's shoulder .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING - ROUND FOUR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The BELL RINGS . Clay peppers Liston with jabs . Liston pokes his left at Cassius , trying to reach him . They feint , circle . Liston gets his left into Cassius ' face . It 's more a poke than a shot . CLOSE : CASSIUS blinks back something . we 're not sure what . It seems to go away . Then it 's back . The fight continues . WIDER : CASSIUS dominating . They clinch . They break . This time Cassius violently blinks his eyes ! Something 's wrong ! CASSIUS . my eyes ! A knife - like pain . He ca n't see . He 's getting beaten up . He 's in trouble . The BELL .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING, CASSIUS' CORNER - CASSIUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sits . CASSIUS . -LRB- shouting . -RRB- My eyes ! I ca n't see . somethin' in my eyes ! Dundee feverishly washes water to get the irritant out of Cassius ' eyes .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ARENA</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A buzzer sounds , warning the bell 's coming for Round Five . Now Cassius stands , saying . CASSIUS . -LRB- his gloves . -RRB- Cut 'em off ! Cut 'em ! I 'm blind . The BELL . Dundee 's still in the ring . ANGELO DUNDEE No . You quit , it 's over ! Get out there . Be a yardstick . This is the big one , daddy . Get out there and run ! He literally pushes Cassius into the ring .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING - ROUND FIVE - LISTON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>rushes Clay . He knows this is his chance . Cassius tries to tie Liston up by holding onto the back of his neck , but Liston pounds left and right hooks . If anybody wondered if Clay could take punishment , this answers that . WHAM - WHAM - WHAM - WHAM - WHAM . five huge hooks . Liston is desperate to end it while Cassius is in trouble . Haymaker after haymaker ; some connect , others are blocked but knock Clay sideways . Clay , still blind , keeps backing and dancing . CLOSER : CASSIUS ' EYES With a minute left , now , he sees better . Liston throws him into a corner , still trying to put him away . But , he ca n't , and Liston 's energy seems to deflate once he knows that . The BELL .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING, CASSIUS' CORNER - CASSIUS'</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>eyes are clear . In 60 seconds he recovers his energy . He 's ready . BELL .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING - ROUND SIX - CASSIUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>ca n't wait to get out . He shuffles . He circles . He fires combinations . In the early rounds , provoked by Cassius , Liston 's anger caused him to abandon his fight plan . Now , having been proven futile , Liston 's confidence is gone . He 's left with nothing . Psychologically and athletically , Liston is defeated . The BELL . Liston 's eyes contemplate the inevitable : face nine more rounds of this .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. RING, CASSIUS' CORNER - BETWEEN ROUNDS - AS CASSIUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>waits for the seventh - round bell . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- doing color radio commentary with Les Kelter 's blow - by - blow . -RRB- . Clay , a round ago , looked like he 'd about had it , but in round six . Then Cassius , knowing before anybody else , suddenly rises as if on wings . Both arms are in the air . followed by a roar from the crowd . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- realizing , screaming . -RRB- Sonny Liston is not coming out ! Wait a minute ! Wait a minute ! Sonny Liston is not coming out ! And we can see Liston still sitting on his stool in his corner , spitting out his mouthpiece . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- The winner . and the new heavyweight champion of the world is Cassius Clay ! Cassius jumps onto the ropes in the corner , rails the crowd : CASSIUS I upset the world ! I am the greatest ! I am the greatest ! All hell breaks loose . CASSIUS . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to press . -RRB- Eat your words ! Eat your words ! Howard Cosell , the first to climb into the ring , is on him . HOWARD COSELL What made him so easy for you ? CASSIUS I told you . Did n't I tell you ? Bundini gives him a comb . Cassius combing his hair . HOWARD COSELL Was there any single point you knew you had him ? And he sees Malcolm leaving his seat . they look at each other . Malcolm 's huge smile . CASSIUS I had him in the first round . 'Cause I 'm the greatest ! -LRB- and seeing at ringside , calling him up . -RRB- Sam . Hey , Sam ! Let him up . And Sam Cooke climbs into the ring . CASSIUS . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- I am the greatest ! And he the greatest rock 'n' roll singer . Sam Cooke ! I want everybody to bear witness . -LRB- they embrace . -RRB- I shook up the world ! Do n't have a mark on me ! I was burning . I was blind . I 'm the prettiest thing that ever lived . I shook up the world ! I shook up the world ! As Sam Cooke embraces Cassius .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ELIJAH MUHAMMAD'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - WIDE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A small older man with fine features , ELIJAH MUHAMMAD , THE MESSENGER , sits on plastic - covered furniture in his expensive living room . With him is an expressionless man who , literally , never smiles , in a tailored dark suit . He 's JOSEPH 13X . As Elijah Muhammad , the head of the Nation of Islam , contemplates Cassius ' victory - like everyone else in America , he 's surprised .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE MIAMI BEACH CONVENTION CENTER - PAY PHONE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>GORDON DAVIDSON is from the Louisville Sponsoring Group , standing in the chaos with another partner and Odessa and Cassius , Sr . GORDON DAVIDSON . I do n't care what should have been ordered ! We need a victory party right now . -LRB- pause . -RRB- I got national press , the family , the champ , all kinds of folks . -LRB- beat . -RRB- 250 to 300 . Yes .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE SIR JOHN NIGHTCLUB - SAM COOKE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>singing `` Feel It . '' It 's packed with elated people . Outside , celebrations spill out onto the streets . cars honking .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT./INT. HAMPTON HOUSE VILLAS - CLOSE ON COOKE AS HE CROSSES - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>through the club , with lots of partygoers , picks up Chesterfields from the cigarette girl and goes out by pool , around which we see women at tables in cocktail dresses and good - looking men . Most of the rooms ' doors are wide open , couples drinking , celebrating . radios playing out into the Floridian night .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE BALLROOM, THE RONEY PLAZA HOTEL - GORDON DAVIDSON  NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>and others of the Louisville Sponsoring Group in a crowd of predominantly white people , drinking free drinks at the hastily arranged victory party , wait . Sportswriters . Jimmy Cannon , Red Smith . Cassius , Sr. is there . They all wait . No sign of Cassius . `` Where 's your boy ? '' A young New York Times sportswriter , ROBERT LIPSYTE , is there as well . He looks like he does n't belong . his clothes are only perfunctorily conventional , and he 's a generation younger .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HAMPTON HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - SAM COOKE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters and closes the door and greets Malcolm X , in a white shirt , no tie , and Cassius , eating ice cream in a pool of light from the TV . Malcolm 's wife , Betty Shabazz , comes out of the kitchenette . A little girl runs from the bathroom back to Cassius . The girl plops into his lap with much familiarity , so we understand Cassius is family and has been for a while . He 's not at the Fontainebleau or the Roney Plaza . It says Cassius ' sense of himself is more about what 's next than what he did tonight . GIRL Why 's he so scared ? MALCOLM X Man , look at that guy run ! Cassius feeds the girl some ice cream . CASSIUS The Mummy ! `` I ca n't get away from the mummy ! '' Yeah , but that mummy too slow to catch anybody . SAM COOKE Hey ! The mummy always gets his man . CASSIUS No , he do n't ! -LRB- to kid . -RRB- Now , do n't believe that stuff on television . Laughter from the outside . Cassius looks . He 's not drawn to all the partying . Malcolm takes a picture with his Contax . Through the door enters Jim Brown . Jim embraces Malcolm and Betty , Sam Cooke , and congratulates the new champ and helps himself to food .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE HAMPTON HOUSE HOTEL ROOM, 1964 - NIGHT, LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The room 's near dark . Soft sounds from outside . A laugh . A snatch of music . Malcolm 's children are asleep on a cot . And we see Cassius has fallen asleep on the sofa . A bedsheet is over him . Malcolm and Betty , sitting at the table in the kitchenette , quietly talking . an intimate laugh . partners . And as Cassius , the new heavyweight champion of the world , spends the first night of his reign asleep at `` home '' with this family .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. 125TH STREET + 7TH AVENUE - CASSIUS, MALCOLM + A CRUSH OF PEOPLE (NEW YORK, 1964) - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Suddenly we 're in Harlem . The streets are jammed . Making them crazy , causing a riot , coming down the sidewalk , looking like a rock - and - roll star in a black leather jacket , is CASSIUS CLAY and in an overcoat and hat , MALCOLM X . They OWN this day on 125th Street .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MICHAUX BOOK SHOP - PEOPLE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>engulf them . People are their army . The sea of people press close to their heroes . reaching out to touch the champ , share a joke , laugh . A girl runs up to hug Cassius and runs off . We catch a glimpse on the periphery of Joseph 13X . Seven or eight reporters , black and white , and still photographers and Bingham , half with Cassius , half photographer in privileged position . A REPORTER The people look to you . Do you plan on being a people 's champ , like Joe Louis ? CASSIUS . -LRB- tentative . -RRB- Yeah . I going to be a people 's champ . -LRB- beat . -RRB- But not like Joe Louis , exactly . A REPORTER . -LRB- starts . -RRB- Mr. Clay ? And Cassius drops it on them . CASSIUS And I 'm not Clay . Clay 's the name of the people who owned by ancestors . I do n't want to be called after that slave name no more . So I 'm `` X. '' Cassius X. And I 'm a member of the Nation of Islam . The Honorable Elijah Muhammad is my spiritual guide . Malcolm X is my mentor . This is hard news ! REPORTERS . -LRB- all at once . -RRB- You a card - carrying member ? Are n't Black Muslims a hate group ? CASSIUS . -LRB- droll . -RRB- `` Card - carrying '' ? Do n't need no `` card . '' You got a Christian card ? 750 million people believe in Islam . I 'm one of them . ANOTHER REPORTER . -LRB- O.S . -RRB- Minister Malcolm . what about the reports of a split between you and Elijah Muhammad ? JOSEPH 13X : we read his face listening to Malcolm . MALCOLM X This is the champ 's time . And I 'm here as a friend to celebrate his victory . So I got nothing you want . CASSIUS I 'm going to be a people 's champion . But I do n't have to be the way you want me to be . I 'm gon na be what I want . And I 'm free to think any way I want . And , as he goes on , the crowd knows neither Cassius nor Malcolm will ever turn their backs on them .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. THE HOTEL THERESA - MALCOLM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters into the street with his Bodyguard and looks up to a top - floor window in which he sees a light is still on at 4 a.m.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. THE HOTEL THERESA, CASSIUS' ROOM - CASSIUS - BEFORE DAWN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>asleep with the television on . There 's a knock on the door . Barely awake , he gets up to answer it . It 's Malcolm . Still in his familiar hat and overcoat . He has n't slept . MALCOLM X I was leaving , saw the light on . how come you 're up ? CASSIUS . -LRB- mumbles , half - asleep . -RRB- . watchin ' a show on termites . they knockin ' down this house , here . He goes back to lay on the bed . Malcolm looks out the window . the wet streets at night . MALCOLM X I been invited to speak at Ibadan University in Nigeria . C'mon with me ? CASSIUS Six million in your house and you do n't know it . Where ? MALCOLM X Africa . You been there ? CASSIUS Africa ? No . Only Rome . Yeah , man , let 's go ! MALCOLM X Nkrumah stayed with me when he was a student in New York , so we 'll stop in Ghana . CASSIUS When we leaving ? MALCOLM X Next Thursday . Malcolm 's distracted . He fingers his glasses . CASSIUS . -LRB- sees . -RRB- What is it ? MALCOLM X You ever been so angry . have you ever been so angry that you 'd explode ? CASSIUS . -LRB- after a beat . -RRB- Tore out a picture of Emmett Till when I was little . Could n't take my eyes to it . could n't look at it . Barb - wire around his neck to a 75 - pound cotton - gin fan . Took out his eye . The cruelty to it . I could n't look at it . could n't throw it away . MALCOLM X What else ? CASSIUS I thought , `` What I do wrong to be so low that people could do that to people like me ? '' It made me feel ashamed . And that makes no sense . But that 's what it was . MALCOLM X . when I heard about the four girls bombed in the 16th Street Church in Birmingham ? -LRB- beat . -RRB- The prohibitions of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad prevented me from speaking my voice in action . Because Birmingham was part of the civil rights movement , begging for a place at the white man 's table . But dead children . are dead children . So the anger I felt , I had to contain . I locked that down ! So tight my muscles seized . I lost control over the right side of my body . Leg did n't work . right arm did n't work . `` I 'm having a stroke , '' I thought . I had to hold it in 'cause I wanted , all I wanted was to BREAK SOMETHING ! Break a part . any part of this system . Because you are so provoked as a human being . In your spirit . In your heart . At the death of children . But I COULD DO . nothing . Cassius is quiet . MALCOLM X . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- putting his glasses back on . -RRB- Everyone knows . Now I 'm advocating more direct political action involvement with the international struggle . So Elijah Muhammad has suspended me as a Minister in the Nation of Islam for 90 days . CASSIUS You can fix that . MALCOLM X I do n't know . I will try when we get back . Until then I will live each day as if I am already dead . That statement surprises Cassius , but he says nothing . Malcolm X stands by the window and watches the day begin in Harlem .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ELIJAH MUHAMMAD'S HOUSE, CHICAGO, 1964 - JOSEPH 13X - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>approaches Cassius in a suit and tie and beckons him into a living room in which sits Elijah Muhammad on a plastic - covered white sofa . Cassius is at his most deferential , awed at being in this man 's presence . Elijah 's power is the inverse of his size . He 's short and delicate - featured . He motions for Cassius to sit beside him . Joseph 13X sits across the room with two men . ELIJAH MUHAMMAD Only after long service and high merit in the spiritual and physical rebirth of Afro - American people . is one granted an original name . But you are special . A world champion . So there is a gift I wish to give you . From this day forward you will be known as Muhammad Ali . which means `` one worthy of praise , '' and Ali means `` most high . '' CASSIUS . -LRB- a beat , sounding it . -RRB- Muhammad Ali . -LRB- humble . -RRB- `` Worthy of praise . '' Thank you ! And he 's genuinely moved . As Elijah Muhammad puts his small hands in Muhammad Ali 's hands . giving him his blessings . ELIJAH MUHAMMAD . -LRB- cautioning . -RRB- Be very careful what you say . your words reflect on the nation of Islam , now . CASSIUS Yes , sir . ELIJAH MUHAMMAD . -LRB- after a beat . -RRB- Up until now , I have entrusted your spiritual development to Brother Malcolm . -LRB- beat . -RRB- I do not feel this is a wise course anymore . Extremely emotional about Malcolm , tears come to Elijah Muhammad 's eyes . Joseph 13X observes in the background . Cassius is taken by surprise at `` The Messenger '' 's display . ELIJAH MUHAMMAD . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Malcolm has gone off into the secular world and does not measure his words . I have decided to give you , as your guide , my very own son , Herbert Muhammad . And he looks across the room . a roly - poly man wearing a bow tie . HERBERT MUHAMMAD . He has a habit of nervously straightening his shirt . A seemingly mild , pleasant man , he is without self - definition . Below this avuncular surface , he defines himself by quietly desiring and acquiring what is others ' . ELIJAH MUHAMMAD . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Herbert will supervise all of your spiritual and material needs . CASSIUS . -LRB- not a thought . -RRB- This is a great honor , Messenger . Elijah gives a subtle look and Herbert retreats to where he came from , sitting back on the couch by Joseph 13X .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. THE CLAY HOUSE, LOUISVILLE, 1964 - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We 've entered mid - scene . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . Why you want to change ? A NEIGHBOR . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- -LRB- to Ali . -RRB- Could we get a picture with you ? -LRB- to Cassius , Sr . -RRB- You mind , Mr. Clay ? A neighboring family coming to stand beside Ali . Cassius , Sr. steps aside . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. , a sport , a flamboyant man , is impatient . Inside , Odessa Clay and brother , Rudy , are talking . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . What 's wrong with the lawyers and managers you got ? A NEIGHBOR One more . -LRB- click . -RRB- Thank you . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . Yeah , yeah . They leave . CASSIUS CLAY , SR . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- You got . I got you the best white men I could find . Right here in L'ville . ALI When the contract run out . I want black lawyers and managers . Chauncey Eskridge on North La Salle Street . CASSIUS CLAY , SR . -LRB- angrily . -RRB- They saved you from the gangsters , from the jackals and the hyenas of boxing . Never cheated you . Protected you with a trust fund . ALI I do n't need no `` protectin ' '' from myself . Why I need protecting from myself by them ? CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . And now I got to go tell them , `` Piss off . Cassius do n't want you around no more . '' ALI I ai n't one of their thoroughbreds ! Or their charity things . `` Let 's do somethin' for that well - behaved colored boy , Cassius . '' I ai n't well - behaved nothing ! I am a man . The light starts to go . porch lights starting to come on . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- And I am not Cassius . I changed my name . I am Muhammad Ali , now . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . You what ? ALI That 's right . CASSIUS CLAY , SR . -LRB- stunned . -RRB- What ? What 's wrong with . our name , my name ? We 're . we made you . We . ALI No one `` made me '' . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . No bow - tie - wearin ' , Arab - talkin ' nigger gon na change that . ALI . -LRB- anybody 's son . -RRB- I made me . -LRB- adamant . -RRB- No one 's in that ring but me ! CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . You do n't know who you are . ALI I know who I 'm not . I 'm not drinkin ' ! Goin ' back on my wife ! I am not prayin ' to no blue - eyed , blonde - haired Jesus . I ai n't . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . Paintin ' blue - eyed , blonde - haired Jesuses and signs on cars is what put steak and vegetables in you , clothes on you . ODESSA CLAY . dinner ! And we realize it has gotten too dark to see . CASSIUS CLAY , SR . -LRB- cold . -RRB- Go ahead ! Bitter silences . CASSIUS CLAY , SR . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Go ahead . Cassius , Sr. walks off . his back arched too straight , trying to hold his pride together . ODESSA CLAY You did n't get it from me . your words , your sense of humor , what makes you angry , what makes you a fighter . You got that from your daddy . ALI You saying I 'm just like him ? ODESSA CLAY I 'm saying , if he was your age today , he 'd do the same as you . And he knows that . And Odessa goes back inside .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MALCOLM'S HOUSE, KITCHEN (QUEENS, NEW YORK), 1964 - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We see Malcolm at work at the kitchen table . It 's cluttered and small . The telephone rings . ONE OF HIS CHILDREN . -LRB- OVER . -RRB- Daddy . For you . Malcolm gets it . JOSEPH 13X . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- Brother Malcolm . MALCOLM X What is it , Joseph ? JOSEPH 13X . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- The Honorable Elijah Muhammad has given the Muslim name , Muhammad Ali , to Cassius X. Herbert Muhammad 's been placed in charge of his training , instead of you . -LRB- and ultimately . -RRB- Muhammad Ali will not be traveling with you to Africa . Malcolm 's still . He 's been co - opted . JOSEPH 13X . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- The Honorable Elijah Muhammad has asked me to inform you your suspension has been extended indefinitely . Joseph 13X hangs up . Malcolm quietly closes the door . Malcolm dials a number . No answer . Betty has come in . They exchange a look . BETTY SHABAZZ . -LRB- concerned for her husband . -RRB- Malcolm ? MALCOLM X . -LRB- after a beat , disconsolate . -RRB- Cassius wo n't be coming to Africa . not with me . She puts her hand on Malcolm 's shoulder . BETTY SHABAZZ Go anyway . Do n't put it off . It 's not safe here . ONE OF HIS CHILDREN . -LRB- OVER . -RRB- -LRB- calling . -RRB- Mommy . the bath 's ready .</scene_description>
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    <dialogue />
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GHANA AIR DC-8 COCKPIT - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in first class on a `` Ghana Airlines '' flight to Africa . Close by is Herbert Muhammad . Howard Bingham and Ali 's brother , Rudy , are across the aisle from him , asleep . The plane bumps in choppy air . Muhammad , unable to sleep , a nervous flyer , gets up . He wanders up the aisle to the front of the plane . A Stewardess comes out of the cockpit . Muhammad slows , startled by the pilots . Both pilot and copilot are black . ALI . -LRB- joking . -RRB- Hey , man , where they put the real pilot ? What you doin ' up here ? PILOT . -LRB- not understanding ; British accent . -RRB- I am . the pilot . He 's the copilot . -LRB- moves map case . -RRB- Here , Mr. Clay , sit down . ALI No , man , I meant . in L'ville , when I growed up , they barely let black folks drive buses . Ali looks out the window . a new day downs over the land . Then Bingham shows up over Ali 's shoulder . They all pose , facing the rear of the cockpit . Then , the Pilot points to the coast below them and the sunrise . THE PILOT Here we are . Cote d'Ivoire . Africa .</scene_description>
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    <dialogue />
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BUILDING IN CAIRO - CABLE - DAY (EGYPT)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>snakes out a building . CAM FOLLOWS IT and we HEAR . BETTY SHABAZZ . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- We should think of a name , Malcolm .</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CAIRO BUILDING - WIDE:   HALLWAY - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>MARLIN THOMAS - paunchy , grey , late 40 's - walks up the stairs carrying take - out food . MALCOLM X . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- How about Gamilah or Khalilah ?</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CAIRO EMPTY APARTMENT - MARLIN THOMAS - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>crosses to ANOTHER AMERICAN wearing headphones in the glassed - in balcony where the CABLE connects to a portable tape - recorder . MARLIN THOMAS . -LRB- eating . -RRB- Anything ? THE MAN . on the phone with his wife . She 's having a hard time sleeping . baby 's kicking a lot . MARLIN THOMAS Motor Pool , here , have a Chevy parts catalogue ? As the CIA monitors Malcolm X .</scene_description>
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    <dialogue />
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, ACCRA - ALI - DAY (GHANA)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in a Mercedes convertible . It 's a monumental expression of the force for the independence of black Africa . Accra is a wonder to Ali . A Third World showplace , in 1964 Ghana is alive with the optimism of emerging Africa . Infrastructure and real estate are well - managed . Under Nkrumah , the city is in a frenzy of building public housing . ALI in the three - car caravan , passes the huge triumphal arch with its giant black star on the top . Thousands line the route to see the heavyweight champion and cheer him . For Ali it 's another kind of parade . ALI 'S POV : GHANAIANS They 're stockbrokers and street cleaners , salesmen and secretaries , hotel managers and military officers . All is a contrast to the de facto apartheid of the middle America of Ali 's experience . They all cheer his caravan as it passes . CUT TO :</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. THE AMBASSADOR HOTEL, ACCRA - MERCEDES - LATE AFTERNOON (GHANA)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>arrives with Ali and entourage . It 's a modern hotel . Meanwhile , a different group are about to depart in limos . One among them , a tall Man in a dashiki and sunglasses and carrying a walking stick , separates . He sees Ali . So does the woman next to him . She is the poet Maya Angelou . MALCOLM X . -LRB- shouts . -RRB- Brother Muhammad . Taking off his shades , we realize it 's Malcolm X . He wears a goatee , now . Ali turns , sees him . Total surprise . ALI Hey , man ! They embrace . Ali greets him like the old friend he is . Maya and the Chinese diplomat wait a few steps removed . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- How you doin ' ? What 's up , brother ? I knew you were here . did n't think you were still here . MALCOLM X And I heard you were coming . ALI We just got here now . -LRB- words rush out . -RRB- And , maaan , the brothers were flyin ' a DC 8 . Flippin ' switches , navigatin ' , filing flight plans , talkin ' French . And they remember how much they like each other . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Where you goin ' ? MALCOLM X When . uh , Liberia . When you fighting Liston ? ALI November . MALCOLM X This is Maya Angelou and Ambassador Huang Ha . Amando Gonzalez is from Cuba . Taher Kaid is the Ambassador from Algeria . Ali waves . They keep their distance . ALI Man , where should I go ? We 're planning on Egypt . MALCOLM X Algeria . See Ben Bella . -LRB- beat . -RRB- Go to Mecca , Medina . I just came back . Made my seven circuits around the Kaaba , prayed at sunrise . There were two million people . pilgrims from all over . Dressed all the same , high and low , the same . Blonde - haired , blue - eyed Muslims . Arabs . -LRB- off Ali 's look of surprise . -RRB- Blacks . Yeah . All of them , Muslims praying together .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. AMBASSADOR HOTEL ROOM - MARLIN THOMAS - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>who was surveilling Malcolm X in Cairo is here , too . Right now he picks up the phone . REVEAL at the window an African Man and another American with binoculars . BRADLEY . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- Hello ? MALCOLM X It 's Marlin . You 'll never guess who Malcolm ran into . CUT TO :</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>BRADLEY , an American in his late 30 's , who 's balding and whose mouth is too wide , sits at the teacher 's desk in an empty classroom . A heavyset American and two Black African Thugs with M - 1 carbines are with him . MOBUTU 'S MILITARY AIDE . -LRB- in French . -RRB- Le Ministère de Défense vous remercie . MOBUTU 'S MILITARY AIDE . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- English translation . -RRB- The Defense Minister thanks you . Uniformed MOBUTU 'S MILITARY AIDE smiles and warmly shakes Bradley 's hand . Bradley says `` he 's welcome '' and signals to the Heavyset American . The American leads Mobutu 's Military Aide somewhere . Meanwhile . BRADLEY . -LRB- in French . -RRB- Il n ' y a pas de quoi . Cela m ' a fait grand plaisir . Faites - lui mes compliments . BRADLEY . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- English translation . -RRB- It 's nothing . Give him my compliments .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. LEOPOLDVILLE SCHOOL CORRIDOR - MOBUTU'S MILITARY AIDE FOLLOWS BRADLEY'S AMERICAN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>to a sports court . Eight Uniformed Soldiers are with them . In the sports court , on their knees , hands bound behind them , facing away from us , are six prisoners in business clothes . One is a woman . Guarding them are Bradley 's Guards . Mobutu 's Military Aide 's soldiers take over the prisoners . Mobutu 's Military Aide talks into a walkie - talkie . Meanwhile . GEN. JOSEPH MOBUTU IN UNIFORM listens to his walkie - talkie . He has distant eyes . He 's heard what he needs and walks up a staircase and around a corner .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. LEOPOLDVILLE SCHOOL, SECOND CLASSROOM - MOBUTU</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters . He is the beneficiary of this routine military coup . Other uniformed officers at students ' desks now stand and applaud . Mobutu will rename the Congo `` Zaire '' and we 'll see him later . Meanwhile in Ghana .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Meanwhile . ALI . -LRB- his thoughts . -RRB- . should n't have quarreled with the Honorable Elijah . The rapport between them becomes fleeting . Ali 's attention drifts away . He closes down . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to himself . -RRB- You should n't have . -LRB- vocalized . -RRB- . quarreled with the honorable Elijah Muhammad . MALCOLM X What ? ALI You should n't have quarreled with Elijah Muhammad . And Ali separates . He turns away . Malcolm calls after him . MALCOLM X Brother Muhammad . Ali wo n't turn back from his rejection of Malcolm . He shakes his head `` no '' and walks off . MALCOLM X . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Brother Muhammad !</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. TIGER LOUNGE, CHICAGO - SHERI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sings `` For Your Precious Love , '' and REVEAL : ALI + SONJI ROI dancing . We 're back in Chicago . She 's sexy and has a great smile and flashing eyes . People leave Ali alone . One Fruit of Islam bodyguard is nearby , semi - conspicuous . In a booth is Herbert with a date , another FOI guard , and a businessman . Sonji , who is sexually overt and fun , is laminated to Ali . After a few bars . ALI Sonji . Sonji Roi . SONJI . -LRB- laughs . -RRB- What you keep sayin ' my name for ? ALI 'Cause I love it , girl . How long you been workin ' for Herbert ? SONJI ` Bout a year . I sell `` Muhammad Speaks '' over the phone . ALI What kind of name is that ? SONJI My father named me after Sonja Henie . ALI What 's your father do ? SONJI He was shot in a poker game when I was two . He do n't do nothin ' . Sonja , on the other hand , was an ice skater , and my mother died when I was eleven . ALI So who raised you ? SONJI Godparents , but I been on my own , doing my own thing . ALI Whatcha doin ' tomorrow ? Go ridin ' with me . SONJI No . I got ta work , you know . ALI I square it with Herbert . I got a record player in my car . SONJI A record player ? C'mon . How come it do n't skip ? ALI Got springs and stuff . SONJI Herbert said you met The Beatles . ALI Yeah . Only one of 'em 's smart . the one with the glasses . SONJI . he 's my favorite . ALI People all screaming and fainting . I asked him , `` This the way they act when you get big ? '' SONJI What he say ? ALI He said , `` Champ . The more real you get , the more unreal it gon na get . '' SONJI Wow . After Sheri sings the first chorus . ALI Let 's go . SONJI Yeah . ALI . -LRB- crossing out . -RRB- Where you live ? SONJI I 'm takin ' you there . Herbert looks up from his booth , starts to ask where they 're going . but they 're gone . He turns back to the man he 's talking to .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. SONJI'S APARTMENT - WINDOW - NIGHT (1964)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>PULL BACK from being above Chicago in the winter at night to Ali and Sonji making love where Sheri 's voice sings the second verse . To Ali 's reactions . ALI I think I gon na keep you around forever , girl . SONJI . -LRB- laughs . -RRB- Well , I 'm not too busy right now , so . I 'll think on it . ALI Herbert said you were n't a Muslim . SONJI Cover my hair ? No make - up ? Long dresses ? Honey , please . -LRB- beat . -RRB- Were you a virgin ? ALI Why ? SONJI . -LRB- laughs . -RRB- 'Cause you so `` gone '' off a little good time . ALI I 'm no virgin . but I may as well be . -LRB- beat . -RRB- I ai n't jokin ' ! I always know when I know . See this face ? I mean , you got a pretty face for a girl 's face , but you ever seen somethin' as pretty as me ? Now , you about five - foot - three . that 's too small . But I overlook that , too , 'cause . SONJI . -LRB- sarcastic . -RRB- Thank you so much . ALI . 'cause of your spirit ! SONJI My `` spirit '' ? ALI Yeah . 'Cause you too much fun ! SONJI You serious ? She raises his head next to hers , looks in his eyes . ALI But you got ta be a Muslim . SONJI Huh ? How you do that ? Step over a broom . shazaam . you a Muslim ? She laughs . He rests his head on her stomach . He likes her irreverence . ALI Maaan , I ai n't never been with a girl like you . SONJI Baby , maybe you ai n't ever gon na be with any other . They start making love again .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Bundini cracks up . Ali signs without even glancing at the documents . Bingham notices this . BINGHAM Watch what you signing , Ali . HERBERT . -LRB- to Bingham ; sharp . -RRB- Nothing to do with you . BINGHAM You talkin ' to me , or someone walk inna room , fat boy ? Anything 's do to with me I think 's to d - d - do with me . I 'm st - st - still a Christian . ALI . -LRB- signs anyway . -RRB- And get me a kosher cook . lady who cooks at Malcolm 's temple . Put my brother on the payroll . 50g a year for drivin ' and jivin ' . HERBERT Lana Shabazz . ALI Yeah . How ` bout it , Howard . You be my official full - time photographer . BINGHAM I ai n't goin ' on your payroll . I like it freelance . Emphasis on `` free . '' As Ali signs the last of the contracts . HERBERT Muhammad . She 's not . for you . When I met her , she was working at a cocktail lounge with a bunny tail on her backside . BUNDINI What were you doin ' down at a cocktail lounge , Herbert ? Sellin ' `` Muhammad Peeks '' ? Ali and Bingham crack up . HERBERT . -LRB- to Bundini . -RRB- Sober up and say something to this man , Bundini . You supposed to be his `` inspiration . '' BUNDINI . -LRB- looks at Ali ; to Ali , serious . -RRB- I got to know about Sonji , Muhammad . She got a sister ? -LRB- as Ali laughs . -RRB- BINGHAM You been s - s - saving it up , training , Champ . You ca n't unleash it on this girl all sudden . You may kill her ! Maybe you should spread it around more before you tie it down . ALI No . Marriage is the cornerstone of Muslim life . HERBERT Sonji Roi is not a Muslim ! ALI She gon na be a Muslim , now ! -LRB- flashes . -RRB- So fix it up , Herbert .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. FIFTH STREET GYM - ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>past a speed bag onto Ali with Dundee + Sarria on the exercise table . They do NOT see , and we PASS them and other training boxers and MOVE IN to a portable B&amp;W TV on top of a cabinet . ON B&amp;W TV : MALCOLM X + MARTIN LUTHER KING , JR. exchange greetings and introductions as if in a first - time meeting , and King turns back to CAMERA . MARTIN LUTHER KING , JR . -LRB- mid - statement . -RRB- I fear if this bill is not passed . -LRB- beat . -RRB- . our nation is in for a dark night of social disruption . As an anchorman pontificates . IMAGE SUDDENLY BECOMES : FIVE DIFFERENT SURVEILLANCE ANGLES . King and Malcolm have no clue how extensive is the FBI Cointelpro surveillance and the operations mounted against them . And the image of the two of them becomes .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. A COFFEE SHOP (WASHINGTON, D.C.) - THEIR PICTURE  SMILEY - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>on the front page of the Washington Post . REVEAL Joseph 13X sitting next to JOE SMILEY in a small Washington , D.C. coffee shop . JOSEPH 13X Why we meeting ? JOE SMILEY The idea was . to . make . Malcolm smaller , you know ? Diminished ; obscure ? Not to turn him into a messiah . -LRB- the paper . -RRB- What I got , now , is Malcolm shoulder to shoulder with Martin Luther King . -LRB- beat . -RRB- And Malcolm running all over the world getting Ben Bella and Nasser to denounce racism in the U.S. while we 're competing over there with the Soviets . -LRB- droll . -RRB- Not . a resounding success . We were better off before , with Malcolm INSIDE the Nation . -LRB- beat . -RRB- So . We want you . to get Elijah Muhammad . to take Malcolm back . Joseph 13X stares at him , slack - jawed . Incredulous . No reaction . JOE SMILEY . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- That 's a joke . I 'm kidding ! Do n't you ever smile ? Joseph 13X does n't say anything . He does not smile . JOE SMILEY . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- We 're on a timetable . Malcolm 's pal , Quaison from Ghana , is introducing Malcolm 's resolution to the General Assembly in Washington . That 's in five weeks . Joseph 13X oddly gets up , moving a stool over . JOSEPH 13X You got bad breath , man . JOE SMILEY Thyroid . I got a stab wound in 1961 . They took it out . We got ta talk about this guy , too . Smiley indicates the picture of Ali in `` Muhammad Speaks '' identifying him as a militant and a revolutionary . JOSEPH 13X When do I get my expenses reimbursed . dry cleaning lots of suits is n't free . Off Ali 's picture . it becomes .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. MIAMI HOTEL ROOM - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters , looking for Sonji . Bundini and Cassius Clay , Sr. were laughing about something else . They got quiet . Bundini has a large water glass in his hand ; Sr. , a highball glass . ALI . -LRB- to Bundini . -RRB- What you drinkin ' ? BUNDINI What am I drinkin ' ? Water 's what I 'm drinkin ' , champ ! I 'm a natural man . Ali goes to the bedroom door . ALI What 's goin ' on ? We 're late . He 's dressed for an occasion . SONJI . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- I 'm changing my damn clothes ! You did n't like what I was wearin ' ! As Ali re - enters the living room , there 's a knock on the door . `` Room Service . '' BUNDINI Come on in ! -LRB- sees . -RRB- What 's that ? ROOM SERVICE . -LRB- with large glass . -RRB- What you wanted , is n't it . a water glass with vodka ? BUNDINI That was before . ROOM SERVICE Before what ? BUNDINI Before you showed up . And , now , Sonji comes out . This dress makes what she had been wearing look demure . Tight angora sweater and a miniskirt . She 's Tina Turner 30 years ago . SONJI I fine runnin ' around in all these cute short things for you . I submissive to you . But I ai n't gon na be submissive to the Brother X 's and what they think . They askin ' me questions alla time anyway . ALI What questions ?! SONJI . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- About you and us and I ai n't tellin ' 'em shit . CASSIUS CLAY , SR . -LRB- drunk . -RRB- Tell it like it is , sugar ! They took my boy 's name . and what they give him back ? Bad style . Ali takes her back into the bedroom and closes the door . SONJI I do n't drink . I do n't smoke . I converted to Islam for you and .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>He 's furious . She smiles . He picks her up . She moans and her tongue darts in his ear and they 're on the bed making out . And as CAMERA DRIFTS away we HEAR D.J. Daddio Daley 's `` Jazz Patio '' .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. A NEW CAR (CHICAGO) - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>king of the city , cruising through the pristine winter air of Chicago . DADDIO . -LRB- on radio . -RRB- Hey there , old , aware ones . And you , too , my fair ones . This is `` Daddio 's Jazz Patio . '' ON KBCA this fine day , which is A - okay . Segues to . Brubeck 's `` Time Out , '' cruising .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE AUDUBON BALLROOM, HARLEM - REAR OF MALCOLM'S HEAD  DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>center - punches the FRAME through the green - glazed terra - cotta hallway . He and his Bodyguard -LRB- # 1 -RRB- come to a door . Shedding his coat , he hesitates , and like a prizefighter gathering himself , he goes inside .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S NEW CAR - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>at a light , waves to a cluster of girls waiting for a bus who recognize him , go nuts . listening to Brubeck .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE AUDUBON BALLROOM - MALCOLM - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>walks across the stage , aware of every little sound , every motion . He makes his way to the podium . peering beyond his glasses at the gathered . Bodyguard # 1 goes to the side door instead of standing next to him . and Malcolm notices that . as he . MALCOLM X As - Salaam Alaikum . THE GATHERED Wa - Alaikum - Salaam . And two young Black men , TALMADGE HAYER and NORMAN BUTLER immediately stand up in the back , jostling each other . A YOUNG MAN . -LRB- shouts . -RRB- What you doin ' in my pockets , man ? Get your hand outta my pocket ! MALCOLM X Hold it , hold it , brothers ! -LRB- pleading . -RRB- Let 's be cool . And the commotion in the back diverts Bodyguards # 1 and # 2 towards the rear , away from the stage and Malcolm , as . THOMAS JOHNSON comes forward from a front row , his coat flapping open , revealing the 12 - gauge sawed - off double - barrel shotgun coming up . MALCOLM 'S EYES go to it . Settle on it . He new it was coming , as . JOHNSON , an indifferent expression on his face , FIRES one barrel at . MALCOLM . which rips through the lectern as if paper and SLAMS a dead - center into his chest a seven - ring . 12 pellets , each the size of .32 bullet . Seven destroy Malcolm 's heart . Five shred his aorta and burrow into his spine . Malcolm 's hands fly back , and he topples , crashing off empty chairs onto the floor . UPSIDEDOWN ECU : MALCOLM 'S FACE + PAST . as life exhales from his mouth and his eyes go grey , dying , indifferent to Johnson emptying a second blast into him and the meaningless indignities of Hayer and Butler firing a .45 and a 9mm Luger at him .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S CAR - RADIO - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Dave Brubeck , loud .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE AUDUBON BALLROOM - STAGE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Chaos . Malcolm on the floor . Betty kneels over his body , desperately trying to breathe life into it . An Asian woman , a disciple , holds up his head . Somebody shouts , `` Jesus , God ! '' But there is no God today .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S CAR - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>stops short at a light because a man runs across the street . CRAZY MAN Ambushed ! LOUD Brubeck in 5/4 time . Ali ca n't hear . CRAZY MAN . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- From the bullet holes , black eagles flew ! They screaming through the streets . Ali rolls down the window . ALI What ? CRAZY MAN . -LRB- dazed . -RRB- They killed Malcolm . they shot Malcolm . `` Daddio 's Jazz Patio '' is interrupted . Malcolm X has been killed . Ali pulls over . not really parking . The world stops . The South Side of Chicago goes still . people numb . a young Man sitting down on the curb , crying . An elegy . Sam Cooke 's `` A Change is Gon na Come . '' plays . `` I was born by a river in a little tent . '' And as Ali sits in his car . he sees the face of Malcolm . the glasses . ALI . -LRB- his thoughts . -RRB- You were the first . you walked me forward , my brother . you were the first . He 's overcome with a deep grief and a lack of confidence in the order of his world . SAM COOKE . -LRB- sings . -RRB- `` Been a long , long time comin ' , but a change gon na come , yes it is . ''</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>sees Sonji enter in a sequined mini - dress , bouffant hair . She attracts attention and disapproval from Herbert . She sits next to Ali 's parents at ringside amid the large , conservatively dressed Muslim contingent . He 's angry at her presentation . She looks like a girl singer from a doo - wop group . He slips off his robe . Ali raises his gloves in Muslim prayer . Meanwhile : the BELL rings . ALI meets Liston , nails him with a straight right . Ali begins baiting him , dancing . Liston tries to cut off the ring , jabbing ineffectually . Ali lets Liston in , pulls back , then pivots on his right foot , throws a short right and RAMP INTO SLO - MO . to see Liston not see it coming . The muscles of Ali 's upper body contract and ripple in release after his short RIGHT catches Liston on the point of his chin . Liston drops to the canvas like a stone . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Liston is down ! Scarcely a minute into the first round , I ca n't believe it ! Sonji is up . For some reason , tears of worry stream , absurdly , from her eyes . The IMAGE : Ali standing over Liston , fist cocked , bellowing : ALI Get up , sucker ! Get up and fight ! No one gon na believe this ! Liston tries to get up , rolls over . His left leg spasms . As the ref finally pushes Ali to a neutral corner . HOWARD COSELL It 's over ; it 's over !</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. MUHAMMAD'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Sarria , Bundini , Pacheco as Dundee cuts the tape off Muhammad 's hands . And Sonji appears at the door . runs and embraces Ali . SONJI You okay ? -LRB- he 's cold . -RRB- What 's wrong ? ALI Why you done up like that ? SONJI I 'm dyin ' and . 'cause this is how I dress ! I dyin ' for you out of worry . ALI `` Worry '' ? SONJI Yeah . And all you care about is if I look dull enough ? ALI The world looks at me , girl ! What if I straightened my hair , live in the white suburbs ? How I am says something ! SONJI . -LRB- quiet ; tough . -RRB- Well , sorry you do n't like how I am .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. HOLIDAY INN, BALCONY - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters up the stairs . Bundini 's waiting for him as are Reporters , trying to ambush him . Lots of activity in the motel forecourt . ALI . -LRB- to Bundini . -RRB- Where 's Herbert ? Bundini indicates and Ali exits into Herbert 's room . Beyond is the Holiday Inn marquee : `` Clay vs. Liston II . '' A few letters droop .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Ali , angry , stands in front of Herbert . HERBERT If you want , have no contact with her for ninety days . Then you make a public statement of divorce in the mosque , and Islamic law will be satisfied . BUNDINI `` Satisfied ? '' . satisfaction is not makin ' it with the woman who send you to the moon ? Cassius , Sr. bursts in . Bundini has Ali 's championship belt over his shoulder . BUNDINI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Man , I 'm the only normal person left around here and I 'm a black Jew who ca n't read and is half drunk . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . I got ta talk to you . Bundini and Herbert start to leave . ALI Please stay , Brother Herbert . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . He ai n't your brother ! Your brother taking your wife back to Chicago . She 's crying like a widow . ALI I ai n't dead ! CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . You might as well be . You do n't remember your name or who you are . Cassius , Sr. leaves the room .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. HOLIDAY INN, ALI'S MOTEL ROOM - HIGH ANGLE:   ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters . Stands at the dresser . Only his suitcase is there . She left her chartreuse blouse . He takes it and smells the scent of her cologne . He is torn with grief at the loss of her , curling into a ball on the bed , alone in the room .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. GREEN ROOM - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>getting made up by a good - looking ASIAN COSMETOLOGIST . An ASSISTANT DIRECTOR lounges against the wall with headset , reading the newspaper . COSMETOLOGIST You got the prettiest eyes . ALI Yeah ? BUNDINI He so pretty , when you look up `` pretty '' in the dictionary , he too pretty to be there . She laughs and whispers something in Ali 's ear , holding his hand where the others ca n't see it and slips her phone number to him . Meanwhile . a phone rings . Bundini answers while . A.D . -LRB- re : newspaper , to Ali . -RRB- . you gon na try for Germany ? ALI Huh ? A.D. . You gon na try to get stationed in Germany ? ALI What you talking about ? BUNDINI Champ . It 's Eskridge . A.D . -LRB- Ali did n't know . -RRB- They changed your classification . -LRB- turns page . -RRB- It 's in the paper . You 're 1 - A. You 're gon na get drafted into the Army . ALI . -LRB- takes phone . -RRB- You know about this ? CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- Yes . But I think the government 's looking to negotiate a deal . A.D . -LRB- hears on headset . -RRB- Here we go !</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. A NEW YORK TELEVISION STUDIO, ABC - COSELL - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>`` Wide World of Sports '' is ON THE AIR . We 've entered mid - broadcast . ALI . I flunk their draft board test . Now , without testing if I am `` wiser '' or `` worser , '' they decide I can go into the Army . HOWARD COSELL Cassius , it is my opinion you . ALI . -LRB- cuts in . -RRB- And I 'm not Cassius Clay . That 's a slave name . I 'm a free man . I 'm Muhammad Ali . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- stops , realizing . -RRB- You know , I apologize to you . On the air . Your name is Muhammad Ali . You have the right to be called whatever you want . ALI . -LRB- stays angry . -RRB- You make a lot of mistakes for a so - called educated man . You really go to law school ? HOWARD COSELL Yes , Muhammad . And to think I gave up a lucrative practice for the likes of you . ALI I 'm the best thing that ever happened to you , Howard Cosell . Without me you be a tall white man with a microphone in his mouth . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- fast . -RRB- And without me . you 'd be a mouth . Ali lifts Howard 's toupee . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- into camera . -RRB- We 'll be right back . Laughter .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ABC TELEVISION STUDIO, BACKSTAGE - ALI + COSELL - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ali pours three spoons of sugar in his coffee . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- sarcastic . -RRB- Have a little coffee with your sugar ? ALI Keep talking . You were saying something half - smart . HOWARD COSELL They want to make an example out of you . ALI Why ? I 'm no Stokely Carmichael , H. Rap Brown . HOWARD COSELL All they are is political . They tell people how they ought to be . But you are the HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION of the WORLD . You 're important . And they do n't like your militancy , your politics . So , they 'll make an example out of you . ALI . of a good `` Ne - gro , '' who do what he told ? HOWARD COSELL Yes . Or , to demonstrate here is what happens to your ass if you do n't . He 's screwed either way .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT./INT. THE UNITED STATES ARMED FORCES STATION, HOUSTON  LOBBY - CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>waits at the curb as Ali and Herbert pull up and get out of a car . move through the crowd . reporters shouting questions at him we do n't hear , go up the steps , into the lobby , joining other recruits and M.P. 's . CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE . -LRB- quietly . -RRB- You do six weeks basic . you go into the Reserves . you do n't go to Vietnam . you get to box . you even get to keep the money . He gives Ali a piece of paper signed by the Justice Department , confirming the deal . HERBERT . -LRB- lets him know . -RRB- The Messenger would not object if you joined under these terms . ALI I stay out of jail and I get to fight . HERBERT . -LRB- nods . -RRB- All you have to do is accept the induction . And life goes on . CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE They call your name . You say yes . We 're not sure what Ali will do .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. INDUCTION CENTER, HOUSTON - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>lined up with the twenty - five other inductees . being addressed by an Induction Officer , Naval LT. JEROME CLARIDGE . LT. JEROME CLARIDGE . and you will take one step forward as your name and service are called , and such a step will constitute your induction into the Armed Force indicated . Lt. Claridge begins to read the names , and services . the young Men dutifully stepping forward . Ali expects his name to be called . Instead . LT. JEROME CLARIDGE . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Cassius Marcellus Clay . It 's quiet . Dead quiet . Ali 's lips move . NO sound comes out . We anticipate him stepping forward . he does n't . LT. JEROME CLARIDGE . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Mr. Clay , I am required to inform you that refusal to accept a lawful induction order constitutes a felony under the Universal Military Training and Service Act , punishable by up to five years ' imprisonment and a five - thousand - dollar fine . Do you understand ? ALI . -LRB- nods . -RRB- Yes . TWO FBI AGENTS in suits have appeared . LT. JEROME CLARIDGE . -LRB- repeats . -RRB- Cassius Marcellus Clay . Ali does n't move . LT. JEROME CLARIDGE . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- a third time . -RRB- Cassius Marcellus Clay . Herbert 's dying . Ali `` stands his ground . '' and the die has been cast . A MAN . -LRB- presenting badge . -RRB- Federal Bureau of Investigation . Mr. Clay , you 're under arrest for refusing induction . As they turn around and handcuff him .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. HOLIDAY INN (HOUSTON) - ALI + ENTOURAGE - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>approach from two vehicles . Rudy and SIX LARGE MUSLIMS escort Ali through the crowd of media trucks , reporters and conspicuous unmarked police cars and neighborhood people . ALI waves in Robert Lipsyte , the New York Times sportswriter in his late 20 's we 've seen before . He and Howard Bingham , waiting inside , know each other . They enter . The phone 's already RINGING .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. HOLIDAY INN ROOM + BALCONY - ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>on the phone , on a long extension , joined by Lipsyte and Howard Bingham , while Bundini keeps at bay reporters at the front door . It all feels like a rock group in town for a concert . ALI . -LRB- listens ; to cam . -RRB- Ask Chauncey Eskridge in Chicago . He 's my lawyer . No . I 'm out on bail . -LRB- goes onto balcony . -LRB- rear shot . -RRB- . -RRB- Yeah , I fight . I fight clean . I 'm an athlete . Army 's there to kill , kill , kill . My religion forbids that . No . I never shot anything in my life . -LRB- turns . -RRB- Do I know where Vietnam is ? -LRB- wry ; playing to Bingham . -RRB- Yeah . It 's on TV . -LRB- beat . -RRB- In southeast Asia ? It there , too ? -LRB- beat . -RRB- That 's a joke , man ! Ali hangs up . The phone rings again . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- frustrated . -RRB- What do I think about who ? Vietcong ? Next is something Ali has not deduced . Ali perceives it intuitively and reflexively . As with other of his decisions , once made , he does n't hesitate to speak them . And he wo n't waver . He says . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Man , I ai n't got no quarrel with them Vietcong . It goes dead silent . Ali listens . Lipsyte is stunned . So 's Howard . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- No Vietcong ever called me nigger . BINGHAM You know what you j - j - just said ? He hangs up . LIPSYTE From Europe to China . every home in America . the world 's gon na know what the heavyweight champion of the world said about the U.S. war . ALI So what ? -LRB- beat . -RRB- I ai n't gon na be what anybody else want me to be . I 'm not afraid to be what I want . And think how I want . And that 's the real Ali , right there .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. HOLIDAY INN, ALI'S SUITE - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>laying on the sofa . Dundee , Pacheco and Rudy have joined . There 's the feeling the house is a bunker . Phones ring . Television is on . LIPSYTE , taking notes , watching Walter Cronkite on TV . He crosses to Ali . Dundee 's on the phone . LIPSYTE . -LRB- reading . -RRB- Nixon , the Republicans , Boxing Commission in New York , Cleveland and L.A . -LRB- a foregone conclusion . -RRB- But you 're also getting attacked as unpatriotic by the NAACP , Roy Wilkins , Jackie Robinson , the New York Times and Joe Louis . The expression on Ali 's face is blank , as if he 's accepting a pounding : he knows what it is ; it 's not a surprise .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. GRANT PARK UNDERGROUND GARAGE - QUIET - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A very low ceiling ; we 're in a green - lit cavern with a low ceiling . Chauncey Eskridge and Ali wait . Ali 's in the backseat of a 1961 Lincoln . Two FOI guards stationed at the distant ramps allow a Black Oldsmobile to pass . BOB ARUM a New York lawyer and promoter arrives and climbs out of the Oldsmobile . Ali opens the door . but does n't get out . ALI . -LRB- to Arum . -RRB- People are following me . BOB ARUM I got almost nowhere I can promote a fight for you . Plus , I think they 're going to vacate you from the crown . ALI What ? BOB ARUM Yeah . If you 're convicted . ALI They gon na take away what no fighter in the world can ? BOB ARUM And New York may revoke your boxing license . CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE You sure you want to do all this ? -LRB- politics . -RRB- Your next three to four years are every heavyweight 's prime . And there are few of those years . ALI What ` bout Terrell ? BOB ARUM We 'll know if we can fight Terrell in Illinois this afternoon . Terrell 's running his mouth . He said if you 're called , you should serve . ALI . -LRB- angrily . -RRB- Motherfucker . He got a deferment for bein ' too tall , or havin ' flat feet . Why do n't he serve for me ? Tellin ' me what I should do . BOB ARUM . -LRB- to Ali + Eskridge . -RRB- I got to get you some fights . Fast . Ali 's quiet , not really listening anymore .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ILLINOIS BOXING COMMISSION - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>wearing a suit and a narrow tie at a table in front of Daley machine apparatchiks . A bald man , angrily : COMMISSIONER You understand we could take away your license to fight Terrell in Illinois ? ALI Yes . COMMISSIONER Are you prepared to apologize ? About your unpatriotic remarks that you made ? ALI Apologize ? No . COMMISSIONER You said that you were the people 's champion . ALI . -LRB- angry . -RRB- Yes , sir ! COMMISSIONER Do you think you 're acting like the people 's champion ?! ALI Yes , sir . I am not going to apologize to you . This is n't a courtroom . And I do n't have to sit here and answer your questions . Ali gets up and walks out on them . Eskridge and NOI men in black suits follow .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. CHICAGO OFFICE BUILDING - ALI + ENTOURAGE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>march through the lobby . Ali gives a walking interview . He 's angry . He wo n't slow down . ALI I ai n't draft dodgin ' ! I ai n't goin ' to Canada . I ai n't burnin ' my draft card . I ai n't burnin ' the flag . I 'm stayin ' right here . And you want to throw me in jail ? Go ahead . I 'll do my time . I been in jail four hundred years . I 'll be in jail four , five more . But I ai n't goin ' ten thousand miles to help murder and kill poor people for you . 'Cause if I 'm gon na die , I 'll die now , right here , fighting you . If I wan na die . You my enemy , not Vietcong or Chinese or Japanese . You my opposer when I want freedom . You my opposer when I want justice . You my opposer when I want equality . You want me to go somewhere for you , but you wo n't even stand up for me in America , for my rights and beliefs , you wo n't even stand up for me here at home .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE HOUSTON ASTRODOME - CLOSE:   TERRELL - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>ERNIE TERRELL is taller than Ali . The empty stadium has a scale and press at one end . Girls in cowboy hats and lone stars say we 're in Texas . Ali is distracted . ERNIE TERRELL . -LRB- getting on scale . -RRB- Tell Clay he can get on after me . ALI What ? ERNIE TERRELL Get on the scale after . ALI . -LRB- cuts in . -RRB- What you call me ? Terrell wrongly thinks there 's psychological value in provoking Ali . ERNIE TERRELL Only thing I knows you as : Cassius Clay ! ALI . -LRB- infuriated . -RRB- Announce it right here or from flat on your back ! Ali throws a punch that does n't land because he 's separated . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- What 's my name ?! ? CLOSE ON ALI something else in his eyes .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE HOUSTON ASTRODOME - TERRELL - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>hit FOUR TIMES by Ali : WHAM , WHAM , WHAM , WHAM ! In the glaring lights . ALI What 's my name , motherfucker ?! And Ali flicks out punches . disorienting Terrell . The BELL . GIRL IN BANGLED MINISKIRT STARTS 15TH ROUND WHAM ! WHAM ! WHAM ! Ali hits him five times . Terrell ties him up . Ali throws him off , slips two jabs and snaps his left into Terrell 's face . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- What 's my name ? Ali , at the apex of his athletic skills , fires six - or eight - punch combinations and then changes direction . Ali shoots jabs and hooks going backwards ; every move and set of combinations is a dance . Ali 's never been as light on his feet , as fast , as complex as in this fight . Like any moment of greatness , we want it to last forever . Then , Ali throws a 17 - punch combination . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- WHAT 'S MY NAME ?! that burns down Terrell . Terrell starts to fall . Ali moves away . He does n't want it to end . Sportswriters do n't like it . Half the fans do n't like it . Ali defies both their sensibilities and their politics . TERRELL 'S face is battered . Ali SLAMS in SHOTS . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- shouted . -RRB- My name ?! WHAT 'S MY NAME ?! The BELL ends the savage pounding . Ali in the middle of the ring , glorying in opposition and triumph .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. HOUSTON COURTROOM - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>with Eskridge and his other attorneys . The courtroom 's packed . In the back we spot Joe Smiley , anonymous in the crowd . ALI . -LRB- to Judge . -RRB- If the court would give me my sentence right now instead of waiting and stalling . JUDGE INGRAHAM . -LRB- obliges . -RRB- My pleasure . The jury has found you guilty of refusing induction into the United States armed forces . I sentence you to the maximum sentence allowable . five years ' imprisonment and a fine of ten thousand dollars . -LRB- pause . -RRB- Fast enough ? Your attorney will lodge an appeal . While you 're out on bond , I order your passport surrendered . I 'll not have you benefitting yourself by fighting abroad .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. HOUSTON COURT, FOYER - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>on his way out of the building . Media is held at the other end . CLOSER - ALI looks dazed , not sure how to act on the way out of court . Oddly , he shakes hands with each of a half a dozen white Houston Bailiffs . It 's as if , benumbed by the verdict , he seeks human contact . The only contact available , ironically , is with the officers of the court that just convicted him .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. 79TH STREET, CHICAGO, 1968 - ALI - DUSK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Time has passed . It 's winter . Snow 's on the ground . He 's in a car coat and a hat with a hooded sweatshirt underneath . Street lights are on . Traffic 's slight . He walks through the whiteness as new snow falls . ECU : ALI under the hat brim , his gaze is internal , as it was in the opening in Miami . BURNED - OUT STOREFRONT with icicles from Fire Dept. water . His work boots stop deep in the new falling snow . vanishing in the WHITEOUT .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. N.O.I. BAKERY, CHICAGO - WHITE SILK SCARF - DAY (FLASHBACK)</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in Ali 's hands . He leans across a white showcase of bakery goods . It 's cold outside ; warm inside . It smells of bread and coffee . BELINDA BOYD reacts . ALI Watch now . He makes a fist , balls the scarf up , and puts it in the hollow of his fist . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- offering . -RRB- Blow on it . She blows on it . She 's not quite eighteen , six feet tall ; there 's a supremely confident expressiveness about her . Her gestures are large . He opens his hand . The scarf is gone . She instinctively looks over at his other hand . Nothing 's there . His eyes go wide in mock fright at the mysterious . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- This spooky ! Do n't get scared . She laughs . How 'd he do it ? He makes a fist again , puts his thumb in the hollow . And slowly pulls the scarf out . BELINDA . -LRB- laughs . -RRB- See , you do n't need to fight no more . He gives it to Belinda . She ties it around her neck . Ali looks at her . On a cold and dark afternoon , the windows are steamed and the bakery seems a fine refuge . ALI So what 's fresh , girl ? BELINDA . -LRB- smiles . -RRB- Everything fresh ! ALI . -LRB- smiles . -RRB- What 's the freshest of the freshest ? BELINDA . -LRB- smiles . -RRB- Doughnuts just came out . ALI . -LRB- holds up the doughnut . -RRB- Feed me those things , I got ta come back as a wrassler . -LRB- a ring announcer . -RRB- 645 pounds . I 'd still be pretty . but I be fat pretty . BELINDA You do n't remember when you met me once before . long ago . ALI . -LRB- joking . -RRB- I remember something . Wha 's your name ? She slaps his arm . BELINDA You know my name ! You came to my school , right before you win the title . Interviewed you for the school paper . I was eleven . ALI You had a long braid . BELINDA Yeah ! You called me little Indian girl , then . ALI That was you ? BELINDA I loved you then , like all those kids . I never stopped . I still do .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>The African - American Albert Speer - regimented seating breaks up . Ali 's wearing a black suit , a white suit and white tie . As he drifts through the crowd , approaching him is Belinda in a white caftan and a white satin turban with gold earrings . It feels like they are an official couple , eugenically chosen mates . ECU : THEIR HANDS join . MACRO CU : SHOULDERS touch . She turns and leans back slightly against him . Their thighs touch .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. 79TH STREET, CHICAGO - DUSK INTO NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We walk past the bakery . It 's closed . Ali crosses the grey guttered street and exits into .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S SINCLAIR STATION, BACK OFFICE - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters . CTA bus passes . Eskridge is there , waiting for him . Ali takes a coffee in a paper cup and grabs a Danish . ALI You see the Ellis - Quarry fight ? CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE Yes . We 'll be in front of the U.S. Court of Appeals next month . We 'll lose . Then we appeal to the Supreme Court . ALI Ellis the champ ? Man . I beatin ' on him since we was sixteen . They give Ellis to Joe Frazier ? Frazier 'll kill him . Then they out of juice . Where 's the gate ? So they got ta let me fight . I fight Ellis in a phone booth . middle of Times Square . you think that draw a crowd ? CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE Draw a crowd or not draw a crowd , Muhammad , is NOT going to make a difference with your boxing licenses . They do n't want you to fight . -LRB- so much for speculation . -RRB- ACLU 's handling your case against the New York Boxing Commission . They discovered New York 's got actual ex - murderers and ex - rapists currently licensed to fight . But revoked yours ? ALI Tijuana ? CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE No . State Department refused permission for the one - hour visa . No fight in Tijuana . Look . ALI Ca n't fight here . Ca n't fight outside the country . CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE I know people in the restaurant business . want to start up a chain . Muhammad Ali 's `` Champ Burger '' . `` Muhammad Malts , '' `` Fist Full of Fries '' . all of that . They start out towards the gas pumps . ALI Why I want to be in the restaurant business ?! CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE 'Cause you need the money . ALI How much all this gon na cost ? CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE Too much . They do that to you , too , you know . They seek to destroy every facet of Ali 's life . Ali knows that . As they pass the pumps . Some customers recognize him . CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Where you goin ' ? ALI . -LRB- to customers . -RRB- Look out ! CUSTOMER Hey , champ ! And Ali pretends to start sparring . The working men laugh . One is brave enough to raise his hands , too . Ali smiles and trades a couple of phantom slaps . It breaks off . He made their day . He shakes each of their hands . His spirit 's raised , he walks off . Chauncey watches this ritual .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. CHICAGO APARTMENT, ALI + BELINDA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>hands and skin and faces against white in bed . So close we are intimately inside the moment . ALI Not then . BELINDA First time ? 1961 . Sister Khalilah introduced you at assembly . You said you would be heavyweight champion of the world by the time you were twenty - one ! ALI I always tell the truth . BELINDA I was eleven . I interviewed you for the student paper . You called me `` little Indian girl , '' 'cause I wore my hair real long , in a braid . I told you . `` Man , you scribble ! You ca n't even write ! You ought to go back to school until you do it better . '' Laughing , he starts poking her in the ribs , and she turns onto him . She 's six feet tall , he 's six - three . He grabs her wrist . She wrestles him down on the large bed until there 's a NOISE , and Belinda separates from Ali and approaches a smaller bedroom to replace the bottle their daughter , MARYUM , threw out of her crib . As she exits , MOVE IN on the crib in streetlight and we HEAR Jimi Hendrix 's bottleneck instrumental part of `` All Along the Watchtower . '' It makes us feel the child in the crib is threatened , and that takes us INTO .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. COLLEGE HALL - ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>in a black leather jacket with a white shirt and skinny tie , speaking to an audience of college students , white and black , some Asian and Latino . JIMI HENDRIX . -LRB- from `` All Along the Watchtower '' . -RRB- `` There must be some kind of way outta here , said the joker to the thief . '' Bingham waits in the wings . Applause . Ali joins Howard and a small group watching a portable TV . TV : `` DAYS OF RAGE '' occurring on Chicago 's North Clark Street . Off - screen we HEAR police sirens . On TV , Weathermen attack lines of Chicago police ! The cops fall back . JIMI HENDRIX . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- `` There 's too much confusion , I ca n't get no relief . Business men , they drink my wine , plowmen dig my earth , None of them along the line , know what any of it is worth . ''</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. CHICAGO GYM - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>trains in grey sweats to Hendrix . He flashes 60 sit - ups hanging off a table . He sweats profusely . He has no trainers . Bingham holds his legs . Ali seems heavier . The gym is grimy , filled with other boxers , a forest of heavy bags . Ali 's one among other guys working out . ALI 'S FACE grimacing through another set , trying to stay in shape , trying to retain skills going dormant . JIMI HENDRIX `` No reason to get excited , the thief , he kindly spoke . There are many here among us , who feel that life is but a joke . '' Then , he 's slow on the heavy bag . Sparring alone in the ring . Everyone ignores him .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S GAS STATION - ALI'S TV:   NEWS - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>REVEAL Ali + Bingham watching the 1968 Olympics . NOW , Tommy Smith and John Carlos bow their heads and raise fists in black power defiance , instead of acknowledging the national anthem . JIMI HENDRIX `` But you and I , we 've been through that , and this is not our fate . So let us not talk falsely now , the hour it 's getting late . '' And the coverage cuts to George Foreman with a small American flag in his hand . Then , it flashes back to Ali in the ring with Sonny Liston at his feet . And Ali coming out of the Illinois Boxing Commission , angry . Dead Black Panthers , Fred Hampton and Matt Clark murdered by police in Chicago . And Malcolm X and Ali together . The meaning of it is clear : MUHAMMAD ALI IS THE WARRIOR SAINT IN THE REVOLT OF THE BLACK ATHLETE IN AMERICA . On Ali watching , as a phone rings . JIMI HENDRIX . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- `` All along the watchtower , princes kept the view , while all the women came and went , barefoot servants , too . ''</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. MEMPHIS MOTEL - CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>speaks to Ali on a pay phone on ground level . CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE . struck out at the appellate level in New Orleans . So we 're heading back to the Supreme Court . INTERCUT WITH :</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>A fast car drives by , distracting Ali momentarily . Then , Ali focuses 100 % on . ALI Where the money come from , Chauncey ? Herbert tell me I 'm runnin ' on empty . Put aside `` how do that happen '' ? Licenses all revoked . No passport . I ca n't fight here . Ca n't fight abroad . -LRB- beat . -RRB- And what happen if I lose the Supreme Court ? CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE It 's all over . You go to jail for five years . There 's no response from Ali . Ali hangs up , looks the other way , lost in thought .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. MEMPHIS MOTEL ROOM - CHAUNCEY ESKRIDGE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>hangs up the phone . Looks up . Starts to dial another number . A sound CRACKS OPEN THE NIGHT . Chauncey runs up the stairs to the second - floor balcony to join .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. MEMPHIS MOTEL, BALCONY - JESSE JACKSON - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>cradling Martin Luther King , Jr. in his arms . People SCREAM . King involuntarily spasms . Under King , dark blood pools like crude oil . Eskridge , ANDREW YOUNG and JULIAN BOND point into the Memphis afternoon .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. ALI'S APARTMENT BUILDING, ROOFTOP (CHICAGO) - CITY AT NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>as if they were pointing at a burning fire , sirens , blue police flashers , an isolated gunshot . And REVEAL Ali on a rooftop , in sweatpants , sweatshirt , SHADOWBOXING while . JIMI HENDRIX `` Outside in the cold distance , a wild cat did growl , two riders were approaching , and the wind began to HOWL ! '' He leaves off to look into the distance . The agility , what he was with Terrell , is n't there . He exhales in time with punches HUH , HUH , HUH . Ali 's struggling to hold onto diminishing sharpness . Police lights . Looting ? He contemplates the fabric of the city ripping itself apart while .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. JEFFREY STREET HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - FRAZIER RIPS APART ELLIS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>on ABC . REVEAL Ali with Maryum in his arms watches the fight . an activity from which Ali , the resident genius on the planet , is excluded . BINGHAM Ellis does n't belong in there . ALI . -LRB- curt . -RRB- Man give him a shot , he took a shot . BINGHAM I saw Bundini in New York . ALI How 's he ? BINGHAM . bad shape . You better get your belt b - b - back . Belinda brings coffee to Bingham . BELINDA . -LRB- O.S . -RRB- She 's got to be done with that bottle . BINGHAM You call your parents , Ali ? BELINDA No , he did n't . I told them about the one on the way . myself . -LRB- moves to the kitchen . -RRB- BINGHAM You p - p - p - promised you 'd call them . ALI I 'll call 'em , I 'll call 'em . -LRB- re : the baby . -RRB- May - may ! It go in one end and come out the other . BELINDA You wan na try changing her , for the experience ? ALI You so much better at it , mama . Belinda takes Maryum . FRAZIER holds his arms up in victory , a formality of applause from the half - empty Garden . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to Maryum . -RRB- Maaan . Joe Frazier ca n't talk , ca n't up the gate , ca n't fill the arena . They got ta let me fight . BELINDA That happen , you promise me you put some new people around you . Ali crosses to kitchen phone . ALI I need Angelo , Rudy , Ferdie - BINGHAM Ali , she 's talkin ' about `` Brother '' Herbert . Ali stops . Between him and Belinda , this is important : her solidarity is with her husband , not with the NOI . BELINDA Where are they when we need them ? You got Gene Kilroy droppin ' off groceries like charity . Borrowin ' money from my folks . So ? As Ali contemplates what she 's said , we HEAR . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- What are your feelings about up - and - coming Ken Norton ?</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Someone 's talking into Howard 's period headset . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- interrupting . -RRB- Hold on one second . we have a caller . Go ahead . ALI . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- -LRB- into phone . -RRB- Cosell ? This Muhammad Ali . A still photo of Ali in an iris appears superimposed on monitors . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Go to Georgia or Alabama or Sweden . Everybody know I 'm the champ . The crown is a lie . I know it 's a lie . Joe Frazier know it 's a lie . It time for everybody to stop lying and tell the truth . HOWARD COSELL Let 's tell it like it is . With your court and boxing problems , Muhammad , can you get a fight promoted ? ALI I ai n't interested in the paycheck , I 'd fight Joe Frazier for free in a phone booth in Times Square , if I was n't broke . I still will . HOWARD COSELL Did you say you were broke ? How can you be broke ? Ali hesitates .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ELIJAH MUHAMMAD'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Elijah Muhammad reacts to the interview on television . There 's a formality to Elijah Muhammad , even at his kitchen table . HOWARD COSELL You 've made more money than all previous heavyweight champions combined . What about your management ? Surely they have provided for you . ALI I 'm saying it 's time for everybody to quit lying ! Muhammad Ali is the champ ! I have to , I 'll get the fight on myself . -LRB- beat . -RRB- And if they offer me money , I ai n't gon na turn it down . CROSSCUT : Elijah turns to an aide . ELIJAH MUHAMMAD Get me my son , Herbert , on the telephone !</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. RUNDOWN CHICAGO GYM - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>training . There is NO entourage with him . Ali hits the heavy bag . He doubles up the left jab on the taped - together heavy bag . Sweat stains his sweats .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. U.S. STEEL - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>runs through tall reeds in the abandoned industrial landscape , ending at the lakefront and the cold , open sky and water . He 's breathing hard , struggling against time to hold onto shape and prowess . He seems vulnerable against the open sky and water .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. TEMPLE #2 - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Elijah Muhammad is at the lectern ringed by Fruit of Islam Guards . HERBERT is behind him . ELIJAH MUHAMMAD Mr. Muhammad Ali desires to do that which the Holy Qur ` an teaches him against . I am , therefore , suspending Mr. Ali from the practice of Islam . He may no longer appear in temple , pray or teach , or have any conversation with any Muslim whatsoever . Furthermore . he may no longer use the name of Muhammad Ali . Henceforward , he will revert to his old slave name , Cassius Clay .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. JEFFREY ST. HOUSE, KITCHEN - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sits at the table . A deep vacancy is beginning to be there we 've never seen before . May - may makes a mess . BELINDA Muhammad ? ALI You ca n't call me that no more . BELINDA Hell , I ca n't . I 'm defying them by talking to you . And being with you . MOVE CLOSER and CLOSER into Ali 's eyes . He 's oblivious . Belinda 's pregnant again . She says something to him . Ali ca n't hear . She says it again , louder . Ali does n't look at her . OVER ALI onto the Formica table with Log Cabin syrup and powdered sugar and ceramic salt and pepper shakers SEEN in his ECU , disconnected , depressed , withdrawn .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. FLOPHOUSE, FOYER - ALI + BINGHAM - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>entering , concerned and urgent . ALI Why n't you call an ambulance or a doctor ? LANDLADY . -LRB- following behind . -RRB- Would n't let me . Said he knew you . and to call you , Mr. Ali . He 's not been out for three days . Ali 's up the stairs , down the corridor and takes the key from the lady and opens the door . It 's a dump . Rotting food , something burned on the stove . On the floor , wrapped in a threadbare bedspread , half in and out of the bathroom , which is foul , is Bundini , sleeping off a drunk . BINGHAM Bundini ! BUNDINI . -LRB- opens his eyes ; half sits . -RRB- Watchu ' doin ' here ? Gim me that short dog ! Ali - his concern crashes . He detests the type Bundini resembles . He throws a half - empty half - pint of Old Taylor against the wall . It splatters . ALI What 's wrong with you , man ?! BUNDINI Nothin ' wrong with me ! Ali goes to the curtains and pulls them back . Bundini , blinded . BUNDINI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- What that ?! BINGHAM A mystery . d - d - d - daylight . BUNDINI . -LRB- shielding his eyes . -RRB- Leave me alone ! ALI I leave you alone . You called me ! BUNDINI That were a week ago . Ali grabs Bundini 's arm and twists it and pushes his sleeve up . Bundini tries to pull his arm away . Ali is way stronger . Track marks up and down Bundini 's arm . Ali slaps Bundini on the side of the head . SMACK ! He slaps him again . SMACK ! ALI What you shame yourself like this for , maaan ?! Why you shame yourself ?! Bundini flails back with his arms . Ali leans in and SMACKS him again . BUNDINI Lem me alone ! -LRB- shouts . -RRB- I 'm flyin ' ! The Sky Chief talk through me . I know the word ! ALI You know `` low . '' You so low , the curb look like up ! BUNDINI . -LRB- demonstrates . -RRB- Yeah ? The king got ta go home to his throne ! From the root to the fruit ! ALI Those rhymes is old . Forget 'em . BUNDINI . -LRB- demonstrates more . -RRB- God do n't care about you ! Do n't care about me ! In all of everything , we mean nothin ' . He do n't know us . We be . And that 's the onliest thing he did . And that 's good 'cause that 's why we free . But free ai n't easy . Free is real . And realness is a motherfucker . -LRB- low ; almost spooky . -RRB- It eats raw meat . -LRB- beat . -RRB- It walk in its own shoes . -LRB- beat . -RRB- It does not waver . -LRB- pause . -RRB- Yeah . There 's a pause in the room . Bundini crashes . He starts crying , unabashedly . BUNDINI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- I sold your belt for five hundred dollars to a barber on Lenox Avenue . That 's how low I did you . I 'm filled with weakness and got a crazy mind . That belt say you the Heavyweight Champion of the World . Five hundred dollars and I put it into my arm . That 's what I called to tell you . Ali leans back against the wall . the last vestige , gone . BUNDINI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- . heard ` bout the Nation , all that court stuff . ALI . -LRB- absent . -RRB- Yeah . BUNDINI Forgive me , Muhammad . Take me back . ALI No . There 's no `` back '' to take you to . Ali gets up - Bundini has been taken from him , too - and leaves .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. "EL" - ECU FRONTAL:    ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>and beyond the side of Ali 's face , elevated through the slums and decrepit tenements of the south side of Chicago . the mean alleys and decaying back porches . Men gathered around 50 - gallon steel drums , burning wood for warmth . Everything is corrupted or has left him . FRONTAL : ALI staring into nowhere . REVERSE : PAST ALI The city recedes . Vectors , in perspective , carry structures , buildings away . The sky is grey , going to blue . The city flees and SUDDENLY disappears as we race into the dark tunnel of subway . Ali 's lost in the depths of attempting a calculation . He ca n't do that for which he has a genius beyond other men . ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- . you ca n't do what you do best in the world . And how you feed your family ? From prison ? Who take care of your kids ? And is Allah , is God with me ? And he 's been exiled from the belief system that explained the universe to him . SUDDENLY LIGHTS slash across his face in the white - tile North Avenue station . BEYOND , ghostlike working men and two heavyset women enter . Ali turns aside to prevent being recognized . It 's the first time he 's ever avoided the public . The train lurches forward . OVER ALI : WHITE LIGHT screams away from us . Red reflects off the rails past Ali 's face as we descend deeper into the tunnels .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. NEAR BROADCAST TRUCK - COSELL - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>steps out of the truck . There is a small crowd of people who turn as ALI pulls up in a convertible . He 's solemn for a moment . Then he 's out of the car . ALI . -LRB- O.S . -RRB- A thousand dollars to the man who brings me Howard Cosell 's toupee ! Dead or alive ! Reveal Ali next to his car . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- loud . -RRB- Do n't bother me . I 'm a world - famous broadcaster and you 're an ex - champion with diminished skills . I ca n't be seen you , it would be calamitous to my reputation .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. NEAR BROADCAST TRUCK - ALI + COSELL - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>alone in the convertible parked in a distant corner of the lot . ALI Put me on , Howard . HOWARD COSELL Muhammad , I 'd do anything for you . But I got bosses who only give a damn about Nielsen ratings . ALI I guarantee . it will be a historical and momentous night !</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ABC-TV STUDIO</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ali being interviewed by Howard Cosell in the `` Wide World of Sports '' set . We 've entered mid - scene . ALI . what Heavyweight Champion of the World ? I 'm not the champ . I am retired , finished , out of the game . And I ai n't gon na let myself grieve and suffer none . But I know I will not fight again . HOWARD COSELL I thought you were resolute in your resolve to regain your crown . ALI If tomorrow they say : `` We want you to fight Joe Frazier . Madison Square Garden . Millions and millionses of dollars . Here 's your license back . '' I will tell them : `` I am sorry , but I am done . '' HOWARD COSELL What about Frazier ? ALI You 'll have to wonder . what me and Smokin ' Joe would have looked like . HOWARD COSELL You surprise me , Muhammad . ALI Howard , you losing your hearing along with your hair ? Do n't put questions to it ! -LRB- beat . -RRB- I am through fighting . 'Cause I got a bigger and more important match comin ' up . The U.S. government . A heavier contender . HOWARD COSELL Do you think you 're going to jail ? ALI I do n't know , but it 's going to be a shocking and terrible fight . In fact , they might wish they let me stay in boxing . HOWARD COSELL Joe Frazier told me on this show he would knock you out . ALI There you go , agitatin ' . -LRB- beat . -RRB- You ask Smokin ' Joe what he been smokin ' ?! Joe Frazier even dream he can whup me ? He better wake up and apologize . -LRB- pause . -RRB- But , if I WAS to jump in the ring with Joe , here 's what you might see . -LRB- recites . -RRB- Ali comes out to meet Frazier , but Frazier starts to retreat ; If Frazier goes back an inch farther , he 'll wind up in a ringside seat ; Ali swings with a left , Ali swings with a right . Frazier keeps backin ' , but there 's not enough room . It a matter of time before Ali lowers the boom ; Now Ali lands with a right , what a beautiful swing , But the punch lifts Frazier clean out of the ring . Frazier 's still risin ' , but the referee wears a frown , 'Cause he ca n't start countin ' 'til Frazier come down . And Frazier 's disappeared from view . And the crowd is getting frantic . Then our radar stations pick him up . He 's somewhere over the Atlantic . Who would have thought when they came to this fight , That they would witness the launching of a black satellite ? There 's laughter off - camera in the studio and a wry smile on Cosell 's face . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- But do n't wait for they fight . 'Cause it ai n't never gon na happen . You only can wonder and imagine . The phones in the master control booth and ringing off the hook . the public 's reaction to Ali 's Bre ' r Rabbit routine . Ali used his ability to command presence in media to promote the only fight the public wants to see .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Ali 's dad sits on a crate , painting the door of a delivery truck . He looks up . Ali is there . Emotion wells up in both men . The younger `` rebelistic '' son , seeing his father , who is so like him . The older hep - cat who got cheated by life of his potential and promise . In this case , his boy , his boy 's name , pride and reflected glory . CASSIUS CLAY , SR. . I do n't drink no more . -LRB- squints at him . -RRB- You wan na fight ? ALI I do n't wan na fight no more . Not with you . As they embrace , Odessa comes out , watches them .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. BROAD STREET - PHILADELPHIA - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ali stands on the street corner , shades , incognito . A gold Cadillac pulls up : JOE FRAZIER . He is wearing a lemon yellow cowboy outfit , Stetson hat , striped pants . Ali looks at him in disbelief . ALI Who dress you , Joe ? You look like Dale Evans . FRAZIER Shut up . Get in . Ali gets in , Frazier takes off . He sits sideways on the seat , steers with one finger , flicks on the radio : Isaac Hayes . FRAZIER . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- What the hell you in Philly for ? Philly my town . ALI To be closer to you , honey . FRAZIER Fuck you . ALI There be two undefeated heavyweight champions ! And they ai n't fighting ! FRAZIER I wan na fight you ! Said it a hundred times . The Man wo n't let you fight no more . What you complainin ' to me for ? ALI 'Cause you got ta get behind this and we got ta do this . Frazier screeches to a stop in the middle of Columbia Avenue . FRAZIER We . `` got ta '' do nothin ' ! ALI You wan na get this on , Joe ? You and me ? Or not ?! FRAZIER What about your license ? ALI I can fight in Atlanta . FRAZIER How 's that ? What about the Boxing Commission ? ALI Georgia ai n't got no state boxing commission . And Atlanta got a black city council ; a liberal Jewish mayor , Sam something . It all set . I do a prelim in Atlanta with Jerry Quarry . But we got to get the steamroller movin ' now . FRAZIER What I got to do ? ALI You announce that if I beat Quarry you give me the title shot . -LRB- puts it to him . -RRB- So what you say . maaan ? Frazier stops in front of his renovated duplex in the North Philadelphia ghetto . FRAZIER My daddy was a sharecropper . I worked in a slaughterhouse . right on that corner . I came up from nothing . -LRB- raises fist . -RRB- What I got , I got with this . And I already got the title . So I got nothing to win and everything to lose . ALI But you know you ai n't the champ yet . FRAZIER . -LRB- looks at him . -RRB- Yeah . `` yet . '' -LRB- beat . -RRB- All right . You beat Quarry , I 'll get inna ring and fuck you up . They drive off . After a moment , Frazier looks sideways at him . FRAZIER . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- quieter . -RRB- You need any money or anything to tide you by ? ALI . -LRB- turns away . -RRB- I 'm fine . Thanks . And Ali rests a hand on Frazier 's shoulder , and they drive off like that .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. FIFTH STREET GYM - ALI + LARRY HOLMES - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sparring . Ali 's sweating more than we have seen him sweat before . It 's pouring off him . It stains wet his grey sweatsuit . INTO HIS EYES , through the headgear . WIDER Bingham takes pictures . Sarria , Rudy and the media in force are there for the start of Ali 's comeback . FROM BEHIND ALI 'S HEAD GEAR Ali spots . a figure step through the door . It 's Bundini . Ali , seeing everything all the time , reacts not at all , turns his back . Bundini is thin , drawn , stooped , but clear - eyed . Everyone turns . It takes tremendous courage for Bundini to walk to the ring , expecting another rejection . ANGELO DUNDEE TIME ! Ali goes to Angelo in his corner . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Weight 's comin ' down . 222 . Ali first acknowledges Bundini . Ali moves down the rope , scowls down at him . ALI What you want ? BUNDINI Take me back , boss . ALI You want me to take you back ? BUNDINI I 'm clean . -LRB- beat . -RRB- And you a resurrection . This is God 's act . Anybody love poor people and little people and fucked - up people got ta be a prophet . And the prophet is going home . You the sun . Let me live in the light . -LRB- pause . -RRB- Take me with , boss . -LRB- beat . -RRB- . I 'll do anything . Ali considers this man : all jive and bullshit and also his shaman and resident poet . ALI . -LRB- quietly . -RRB- You ca n't hit what you ca n't see . Bundini slowly comes alive , then : BUNDINI . -LRB- quietly . -RRB- Float like a butterfly , sting like a bee . They look at each other . ALI/BUNDINI . -LRB- quietly . -RRB- Rumble , young man , rumble !</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. CITY AUDITORIUM, ATLANTA - ALI + QUARRY - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We 've entered mid - fight in the second round . We 're VERY CLOSE . Quarry has Ali against the ropes . Ali pushes him off . Quarry comes in again . Ali dances , feints and catches Quarry over his right eye with a jab thrown while going backwards ! QUARRY shakes it off . Reorganizes . Throws two jabs , a right to the body and tries to follow it up with a left hook . Ali ties him up . The ref separates them . Quarry comes in again . Ali throws a left cross over Quarry 's right , which Ali leaned away from , and adds two rapid , glancing jabs to the same spot . And Ali OPENS A CUT . The BELL sounds , ending Round Two . CROWD goes nuts , that part that 's pro - Ali : Atlanta 's black elite and scattered whites . And the thunderous noise becomes one sound , one momentum , cheering their warrior saint , their defiant champion 's return . And their ROAR becomes THUNDER . a momentum unto its own , driving . ALI 'S CORNER : ALI ca n't wait for the bell to ring . He sucks in a huge breath through his nose and blows it out . Angelo applies Vaseline . BUNDINI You the man ! You Superman ! Ai n't no kryptonite in this ring tonight ! The BELL sounds Round Three .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE RING - OVER ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Past him , hearing him , we ARE him . We think what he thinks ; see what he sees . Quarry 's corner worked on the cut . Ali feints a left and throws a left cross over Quarry 's attempt to block it . Quarry comes in again . Ali 's next three ripping left jabs almost like karate shots . all with a sharp snap at the point of impact . QUARRY 'S EYEBROW streams blood . Interposing himself between their arms . REFEREE stops the fight . Irish Jerry Quarry damned by skin that cuts and bleeds . CROWD goes nuts ! Their champion has returned . ALI throws his arms in the air . QUARRY 'S arguing not to have the fight stopped . Now he appeals to Ali ! CLOSE : ALI + QUARRY Ali knows Quarry 's anguish . They embrace . Ali says things to him . And for that moment they are an island . Ali and Quarry , their arms interlocked , are their own tribe . Two pugilists , no longer adversarial , a class unto themselves . Then . ALI 'S picked up by Angelo . Bundini 's run into the ring . Ali 's arrived . He is coming back .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. MUHAMMAD'S DRESSING ROOM - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>seated , being examined by Pacheco , his hands still taped . The dressing room 's crowded . Belinda enters , embraces her husband . Then Ali hears a familiar voice . He sees Herbert Muhammad , along with the expressionless Joseph 13X and another NOI Man , have entered . BELINDA . -LRB- low . -RRB- . you do n't need their management . Ali squeezes her hand . and Herbert quietly comes over . He 's nervous . HERBERT As - Saalam Alaikum . Brother Muhammad . ALI All praise to Allah . -LRB- a beat , and softly . -RRB- . Alaikum Salaam . And people , feeling the awkwardness , give them room . moving out of earshot . HERBERT . -LRB- beaming . -RRB- The Messenger has lifted the suspension , Muhammad . Congratulations . ALI You saying I can be a Muslim again , Herbert ? HERBERT Yes . ALI . -LRB- cold . -RRB- I never stopped . Like I never stopped being champ . HERBERT I begged my father to reinstate you . ALI When ? After I promoted Quarry fight ? After I won it ? HERBERT We can get you Frazier . ALI I already got Frazier . HERBERT We can get you five million dollars for Frazier . ALI Are we talking management , talking money or talking religion ? HERBERT When you . ALI . -LRB- interrupts . -RRB- When I got leery and talked up how come I 'm broke , then came the suspension . Now , you explain that to me , my brother ? HERBERT It 's my father . ALI . -LRB- puts a hand on his shoulder . -RRB- I love the Nation , Herbert . I love Elijah Muhammad . But it do n't own me . Herbert 's convinced he 's getting told `` no . '' ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Now , you go on out . And you make the Frazier deal . The reversal surprises Herbert ; angers Belinda . HERBERT My brother ! Ali stops him , keeps him distant . ALI Yeah . Herbert and Joseph 13X leave . BINGHAM You b - b - becoming a Christian ? Forgive and forget ? Belinda stares at him , containing her fury . Ali confronts her look , frankly , then turns to get dressed .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE DINING HALL - ALI - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>and Belinda , with new twin babies ; Maryum ; Dundee ; Pacheco ; Cassius , Sr. ; Sarria ; and Ali 's entourage . They 're all around long tables , eating dinner . A large sign over the kitchen counter with `` Lana Shabazz ' Ten Commandments '' . like : # 7 `` Anyone bringing guestes in for dinner without prior notice will be awarded thwacks on skull with sharpe object . '' # 8 `` Please waite , Rome was n't burnt in a day ; it takes a while to burne the roaste . '' Lana Shabazz answers a phone and brings it to Ali . Ali 's got one of the twins , feeding her a bottle and drinking from it , too .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. THE DINING HALL - ALI - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>takes in the news , thanks Howard and hangs up . It is a shining moment after living under the threat of imprisonment for three - and - a - half years . ALI I 'm free . ANGELO DUNDEE What are you talking about ? ALI Supreme Court set me free . BUNDINI That 's 'cause they know the king is gon na go home to his throne . And they know everybody 's with you , now . And they wan na be on the RIGHT side !</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. MADISON SQUARE GARDEN - WIDE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A sea of glitter : the Black royalty of America in their ' 70 's robes . Movie stars 20 rows back . Burt Lancaster is Cosell 's color man . Frank Sinatra is working as a still photographer . In the press section are Plimpton types , Schulberg/Mailer types , Lipsyte , Cosell . MICROPHONE descends from the overhead lighting grid . The announcer 's hand takes it . ANNOUNCER Ladies and gentlemen , fifteen rounds of boxing for the heavyweight championship of the world . ALI looking out the hood of his robe , dancing , shaking it out , loosening up . ANNOUNCER . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- . the contender and former heavyweight champion of the world , seeking to regain his title , from Louisville , Kentucky , Muhammad Ali ! Catcalls and boos . The other half is a comeback sound . It is a nation divided : pro - war right - wingers , Nixon supporters are for Frazier ; the anti - war movement , celebrities , New York liberal establishment , blacks , Puerto Ricans and hippies are for Ali . ANNOUNCER And in the opposite corner , the current heavyweight champion of the world , Smokin ' Joe Frazier ! The contentious roar diminishes only slightly for the announcer . ALI 'S EYES deep in his focused concentration . His attention so arrow like it reminds us of the younger man in the Liston fight . pure purpose . THE RING . only SILENCE as the referee 's instructions are given in SLO - MOTION . Ali bounces on the canvas . We HEAR his feet shift , turn , dance . and his breathing , expectant . Here comes the return of what was unfairly taken : his heavyweight championship . DISSOLVE TO : MID - FIGHT - ALI looks swollen , out of breath . Something 's wrong ! Two solid Ali jabs and a right hook connect . But they slow down Frazier not at all . Joe Frazier , short and compact , like a pit bull , bobs and weaves his way inside Ali 's longer reach . ALI 'S CORNER - DUNDEE + BUNDINI shouting instructions . None get through . Ali looks slow . Older .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. RING - PROFILE:       ALI + FRAZIER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frazier , off his bobbing and weaving , launches his devastating left hook to Ali 's head . Frazier is making the most of what he is : smaller . Ali clinches . VERY LOW : FRAZIER + ALI The referee separates them . Both men throw and miss . Ali on the right , Frazier on the left . Ali throws a hard left that catches Frazier but does n't stop him . Now Frazier connects with a wild left hook into Ali 's cheekbone . THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENS . OVERHEAD : ALI is knocked down onto his knee . Ruled a slip , he stands immediately and continues . Ali , backed against the rope again , blocks shots , pushes Frazier into the middle of the ring . ALI SWINGS FRAZIER around . But Frazier cranks his left . ALI SEES IT COMING . ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Hook 's comin ' . Lean back , man ! Move back ! WORK LEGS ! But Ali 's legs DO N'T work fast enough . Frazier 's hook CRASHES into Ali 's face . Ali goes rubbery as he backs to the rope . Ali comes out and backs to the rope on the other side , with cartoon rubbery legs . But the mimicry is camouflage . He really is wobbling . The crowd is going wild . We HEAR everything , now . FRAZIER is wary . He does n't trust Ali . He walks across the ring , allowing Ali to recuperate . THE BELL . Ali walks to his corner , drained . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- Ali was out ! He was out on his feet . Joe almost had him . Frazier must have thought Ali was playing possum . 'Cause Ali 's a clown . Others have come in on Ali when he 's playing possum and gotten knocked out . Ali saved himself with GUILE . They clinch . They separate . They both . as if mirror images of each other . crouch , looking for shots . Ali 's right is down . Frazier 's right is down . As they both rise up out of the crouch , Frazier 's out of the box first . Ali 's right is coming around . Frazier 's left hook slams Ali across the jaw . Ali goes down . Half the crowd ROARS for Frazier . Ali gets right up and stands in the corner and takes the mandatory eight - count . The right side of his face is swollen like a balloon . They resume . OVERHEAD : ANOTHER CLINCH Ali takes another right , but the ropes hold him up . Another left catches Ali . Frazier 's face is a grotesque , swollen mask . He does n't care . ALI is exhausted . Labored breathing . The crowd cheering Frazier . THEN THE BELL . Ali drops his arms . He knows he lost . Frazier raises his arms . He knows he won . Half the crowd cheers .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Not only have we seen Ali lose for the first time , not only do we see him bruised , but when a fighter 's beaten , everybody who believes in him is beaten . Angelo 's cutting the tape off his hands . Bundini places an ice pack on the back of his neck . HANGERS - ON They stole it from you ! -LRB- etc . -RRB- Bundini 's wise enough to say nothing . ALI Shut up ! I lost . -LRB- louder . -RRB- Get outta here . Rudy heard . RUDY Go on ! Everybody out ! As they leave , the door reveals packed media outside . Door closes . Now it 's only the inner circle . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- to Pacheco . -RRB- Ferdie , take a look at this . -LRB- to Ali . -RRB- It was still a hell of a fight . ALI Where 's Belinda ? PACHECO She fainted . They took her to the aid station . She 's okay . Pacheco looks at Ali 's hand . It shakes . Pacheco looks at Ali 's eyes and has him follow his finger . ALI My hands was in sand , Angie . My feet in water . ANGELO DUNDEE Maybe we shoulda had more time between Blin and this , you know . to get back into . ALI Woulda , shoulda , coulda . -LRB- pause . -RRB- After three - and - a - half years , this . from how far back . comeback is . Ali throws a water bottle . It shatters and splays wet down the wall . There is mature , deep - seated , dead - serious molten anger . Everybody in the room feels it .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. CORRIDOR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>With Bundini , Bingham , Rudy and Sarria as a wedge , Ali drives through reporters on the way to Belinda . Press mob Ali . PRESS Were you robbed ? ALI I lost . You lose , you do n't shoot yourself . The world goes on . ANOTHER REPORTER Joe said he did n't think you wanted to fight him again . ALI . -LRB- stops . -RRB- Oh , how wrong he is .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, AID STATION - BELINDA - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sees Ali . the beating . She begins crying . BELINDA My God . They killed you ! Ali moves to her , followed by Bingham and Pacheco . A doctor 's approaching with a sedative in a syringe . PACHECO Get away from her . What is that ? Ali leans over , speaks softly . ALI I ai n't dead , baby ! C'mon . Embracing her , his eyes connect with Dundee . Ali 's Supreme Court victory is meaningless . It 's drowned by the loss of what the political persecution took from him : his prime , his season that would have been his most brilliant .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. SAN DIEGO SPORTS ARENA, ALI VS. NORTON I (2ND ROUND)  TWO FIGHTERS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>BLUR in SLO - MO. . Focus is beyond , to the crowd . OVER ALI : OUT - OF - FOCUS KEN NORTON 'S RIGHT FIST starts an arc . or jams towards us . RIDING NORTON 'S FIST - SLO - MO towards Ali . We PASS crowd , the lighting grid above and SLAM into the side of Ali 's jaw , and on the moment of impact . ECU : X - RAY IMAGE - SLO - MO of Ali 's jaw breaking , shearing , leaving an eighth - inch gap in the bone of the lower mandible . and becomes . CMS : ALI taking the shot , covering and assaulting , covering with his left , which he turns into a jab , aggressively going after Norton . IMAGE TURNS TO WHITE AS .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. SAN DIEGO SPORTS ARENA, ALI'S CORNER - WHITE TOWEL</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>fills the frame . Go behind it as they shield Ali spitting blood into a bucket . ALI I can move my jaw with my tongue . He got me . Pacheco looks into his mouth . PACHECO . -LRB- concerned . -RRB- It 's broke . I think . I think your jaw 's broke . Meanwhile , Ali spots . REFEREE curious about the activity in Ali 's corner , starts over . PACHECO nods to Dundee . Dundee starts to reach . Ali snatches Angelo 's hand holding the towel . Angelo 's about to end the fight . ALI Ai n't stoppin ' nothin ' ! -LRB- glares at them . -RRB- Nothin ' stoppin ' ! A BELL sounds and Ali goes out to fight in an OVERHEAD SHOT . BURN OUT TO WHITE :</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. SAN DIEGO SPORTS ARENA, ALI AND HIS CORNERMEN + SECURITY - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>leave the ring and another defeat , as they move up the aisle towards the locker room .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S WOODLAWN AVENUE HOUSE (CHICAGO), LIVING ROOM  ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>watching television . The place is a huge mansion on Chicago 's South Side . HERBERT Now that Smokin ' Joe 's run out of tomato cans to beat up , I finally got Yank to commit to a rematch with you in about six months . Frazier said he 'd be happy with three mil . -LRB- beat . -RRB- WIDEN TO INCLUDE THE LIVING ROOM WITH BINGHAM , ALI 'S TWINS - RASHEEDA AND JAMILLAH - MUHAMMAD , JR. . AND MARYUM HERBERT . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- I 'll fly to Jamaica and get Yank to sign right after Joe beats this big stiff . -LRB- to TV . -RRB- OVER ALI : CONSOLE TV They watch the Frazier - Foreman fight from Jamaica amid the wonderful chaos generated by kids and their toys , who crawl all over Ali as if he were furniture . Frazier and Foreman are in the center of the ring . We SEE Don King in Frazier 's corner . ALI . -LRB- through still - wired - together jaw . -RRB- Foreman call me one time after he won the Olympics . Meanwhile , Frazier bobs and weaves , ducks and moves like he did with Ali . Joe throws a left hook , leaning forward with it . Before it lands , Foreman unleashes a hard right that jolts Frazier SIDEWAYS . Frazier throws another hook that misses . Foreman hits him with a combination of right and three lefts . two hooks and an uppercut that LIFTS FRAZIER OFF THE GROUND . Ali leans in to SEE . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- shouting . -RRB- DOWN GOES FRAZIER ! DOWN GOES FRAZIER ! ON TV : THE RING Frazier stands . The referee does the mandatory eight - count . Foreman bangs Frazier into the corner and blasts him again . Frazier tries to muscle out of the corner . Foreman lifts and throws him back into the corner . Foreman 's power is unreal . Frazier is the man who beat Ali . Now , Frazier feints and slides sideways , and Foreman hits him in the back of the head . Frazier goes down again . It is savage . Here is a new world champion : George Foreman . BINGHAM . -LRB- wry . -RRB- B - b - be easy gettin ' a Frazier fight now . He ai n't the champ of anything except getting knocked down .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MADISON SQUARE GARDEN (ALI-FRAZIER II) - HANDS + ARMS  NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>grabbing . Holding . Ali 's got Joe 's powerful left tied up this time . A clinch . Separating . A punch . A hook . Clinching . They separate . Ali , having Joe at the right range , hits him . Joe moves in . Ali DRAGS him closer and ties him up . They dance . THEIR BODIES Ali does a little shuffle , circles to keep Joe at hitting distance , lands a combination . Joe closes , but Ali wo n't let him in and ties up Joe . We hear a BELL and that 's the end of the fight . Not a bang ; a whimper . REFEREE holds up Ali 's hand and mouths silently words we can not hear . And as we MOVE CLOSER INTO ALI 'S EYES , we see no exaltation . This is a victory , but a hollow one . It 's a decision eked out .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. NEW YORK COFFEE SHOP - WIDE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The inner circle : Ali , Pacheco , Dundee , Bundini , Bingham . ALI So . ANGELO DUNDEE So we only eked this one out . And George Foreman makes Frazier look like a sissy . PACHECO You see their fight ? HOWARD BINGHAM You mean the Joe Frazier falling - down lesson ? PACHECO And Foreman is 24 . You are 32 years old . I do n't want to see your head get turned into someone 's bull 's - eye . ANGELO DUNDEE . but , you go ? We 're the corner , same as always . But it ai n't gon na be easy . ALI . -LRB- to Angelo . -RRB- You think I still got the tools ? ANGELO DUNDEE You got the tools , Daddy . But they different . ALI . -LRB- thinks ; decides : go . -RRB- Well , you better sharpen 'em up . 'Cause we goin ' to Africa . BUNDINI The motherland . From the root to the fruit . We gon na rumble . in the jungle . ALI It 's time to be heavyweight champion of the world again . BUNDINI Yeah , man !</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Ali and Don King hold court with the press . Also there is George Foreman and his trainer , Dick Sadler , and his manager , Nilon . DON KING . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- A historical happening . This event will show that the black man has arrived on the world stage . Muhammad Ali and George Foreman in Kinshasa , Zaire . where 's Zaire ? REPORTERS Don . Zaire ? Why not Antarctica ? What 's wrong with New York City ? DON KING Because you miss the significance . I dream , as Martin Luther King once dreamt , that a man could be judged by the content of his mind . This is about black men helping black men , overcoming four hundred years of racial depression to the dawn of a new day of liberation . financial and otherwise . King getting really evangelistic . DON KING . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- It will raise up the spirit of our inner cities . It will rise up and fill with hope the souls , the unrequited needs of the black proletariat , that is , the discouraged , dispirited , denigrated , denizens of the demimonde , that is called . the ghetto . Ali 's looking at him in amazement . ALI Man , you crazy . Don King laughs . As the press digs King . MOVE ONTO Foreman , and here 's what 's wrong with all of this . we SEE that Foreman , eight years younger , two inches taller , almost as fast and seemingly twice as strong , is not beatable by Muhammad Ali . Foreman just does n't hurt you , Foreman can kill you . How is Ali not going to get killed by this man with death in his eyes and indifference on his face ? Meanwhile . DON KING Ten million dollars . With one stroke of the pen , you split the world 's biggest emolumation of the history of sports ! Ali signs a contract ; then Foreman . Flashbulbs . DON KING . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- The `` Rumble in the Jungle '' ! Don King bursts out laughing .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. KINSHASA AIRPORT, TARMAC - ROOF - PAST HEADS - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>PUSH THROUGH people and SEE an Air Zaire DC - 10 pulling in . A ramp is wheeled up . The plane stops taxiing . Zairian officials in safari suits , paratroopers with white helmets , LT. NSAKALA and hundreds of African , European and American media with cameras and lights approach . The hatch opens . A ROAR emerges from the right and left . We do n't see the source .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. AIR ZAIRE DC-10'S - ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Belinda 's behind him . Bingham 's there , Bundini , Angelo Dundee , Sarria . As they crowd to the door , we 're shooting OVER ALI starting down the ramp . He looks up . We do n't see what he sees . We see only the crowd of people at the foot of the ramp , including Don King in a dashiki and the crowd on the tarmac . FRONTAL : ALI looking ABOVE the receiving party . The ROAR again . He looks side to side , almost distracted from King and the officials . He waves . Distant CROWD ROAR increases . They 're chanting something . We do n't understand the words . It contains his name . Now . PAST ALI : REVEAL A THOUSAND PEOPLE are beyond the receiving party . They 're on the roof of the airport . They 're sitting on balconies and fences . They 're waving their arms . They 're on every possible horizontal surface that can support weight . They 're shouting in unison , a syncopated ROAR . his name and something else . Ali moves through the receiving party , as if in a trance , to get through the airport to the other side . Security tries to keep up .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. AIRPORT ENTRANCE + STREET - ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>emerges and reacts . He 's electrified . Dundee , Bingham , and a few cops are with him . Everybody else got left behind . REVEAL 10,000 people are OUTSIDE the airport , cheering his arrival . Their cheer is thunder . ALI . -LRB- to Zairian Official ; shouts . -RRB- What are they saying , man ?! Why they saying that ? ZAIRIAN OFFICIAL # 1 They say , `` Ali , boma ye . Ali , boma ye . '' ALI What 's that mean ?! I do n't understand ! ZAIRIAN OFFICIAL # 1 It mean ! ALI . -LRB- ca n't hear . -RRB- What ?! ZAIRIAN OFFICIAL # 1 . -LRB- has to shout . -RRB- It mean . `` Ali , kill him ! Ali , kill him ! '' Ali moves forward . The Zairian Official and four cops fade back , nervous about being in so large a crowd . The crowd 's a tidal wave , carrying Ali forward , supporting , never mobbing him . MUHAMMAD ALI is overcome . This is all for him . He is their hero . He defied the world 's powerful . They tried and could not destroy him . His defiance made him their champion . And now he has come to contest his rightful title against the numb instrument of the all - powerful . He raises his arm , too , and shouts . ALI Ali , boma ye ! Ten thousand voices carry it on the wind and take away Ali 's breath . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Ali , boma ye ! DON KING , ZAIRIAN OFFICIALS # 1 + # 2 in the rear realize , as do we , this is NOT MERELY A BOXING MATCH . CUT TO : INT . AIR ZAIRE DC - 10 - NIGHT A towering man in denims with sequins blocks our view of the door as he walks out onto the ramp . Only now do we see BEYOND HIM a small welcoming party . Native African dancers , a big banner that proclaims , `` Welcome , George Foreman , '' the Zairian paratroopers , media and a few dozen of the curious . FRONTAL : GEORGE FOREMAN looks like `` Superfly '' on steroids . His entourage follows him down the ramp . DICK SADLER , tough and smart , is the Louis Armstrong of trainers . ARCHIE MOORE , crafty and wise , wears a blue shirt and blue pea - cap . If George Foreman wonders at the paucity of his reception , he does n't let on .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S HOUSE, N'SELE - ALI - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>sits in EXTREME CLOSE - UP drinking coffee . lost in thought . He 's somewhere else , puzzled , alone in his thoughts . He wears grey sweatpants , a thin - rubber long - sleeved T - shirt under his grey sweatshirt . He 's oblivious to the Euro - modern furnishings . Then it 's time , and he leaves .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. N'SELE COMPOUND - WIDE:    ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters from his bungalow . We SEE we 're in a compound . They are white and severely truncated houses linked by sidewalks and too many large street lamps . As Ali starts to jog through this imitation of suburbia with the scale all wrong . It 's like a Gulag in reverse for the rich and powerful to be within while keeping the rest of the country out . As Ali passes , REVEAL we are at the bank of the Congo River . As Ali starts his predawn run , across the river the first band of magenta tints the horizon and reflects molten on the water . TRACKING SHOT : ALI + DUNDEE , SARRIA IN A PICKUP TRUCK - RED DAWN plus two trainers and the ever - present Zairian POLICEMAN , Lt. Nsakala . The early paints the red - earth ochre . ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Fast . Six left jabs flash from his chest and shoulder , followed by a right hook and left and right uppercuts . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Back up , maaan . -LRB- weaves suddenly ; another voice . -RRB- . you fast ! Ali slides to the right and throws a left jab and hooks off the jab .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. KINSHASA ROAD - EMPTY ROAD - MORNING LIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ali ENTERS , running . The road is lined with Mobutu 's green billboards in French and English , proclaiming Zaire wonderful . A few kids emerge from behind the signs , coming out from between . and they trail Ali . KIDS Ali , boma ye ! ALI . -LRB- repeating . -RRB- Ali , boma ye George Foreman ! And he throws a couple at an imaginary George Foreman . There are 15 to 16 kids , now . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- You out , sucker ! Curious , Ali runs behind the green signs from where the kids came . ALI 'S still jogging . Behind the signs , he becomes a magnetic attraction . People are surprised to see Ali . He 's making their day . Euphoric kids parallel him , run with him , follow him . the concrete - and - cinder - block walls to the dusty , bare ground are chromatic . Primary colors . Ethnographically interesting . ALI SEES interiors . Broken walls . No roof . No plumbing . People come from a ditch with a shower curtain for privacy , surprised to see Ali . Faces indifferent to squalor . This is the ethnographically `` interesting '' surface of what , in fact , is civic disintegration starting to occur . It is the human concomitant to 13 years of Mobutu kleptocracy . ALI looks at the backs of the signs . He and we realize the signs ' purpose : to hide the makeshift plastic walls and rooms made from cardboard containers and oil drums from the foreigners traveling the road to Kinshasa . One TEENAGER WITH A WITHERED ARM and a big smile runs up . TEENAGER . -LRB- broken English . -RRB- You beat them , Ali ! ALI Foreman ? I kill him ! He mimes knocking out Foreman . Something powerful is affecting Ali . We do n't know what it is . Ali slows down . throws two lightning jabs and a hook . Ali reaches to the kid 's head and pulls a coin . He flips it to another kid and walks on . A SECOND TEENAGER comes out and wants Ali to look at something around the back . He takes Ali 's hand . and holds it . Ali complies . The entourage follows . AROUND CORNER : KIDS ' PAINTING ON WALL It 's an imitation fight poster . Childlike caricatures in Basquiat - like brush strokes . Foreman 's got crosses for eyes . He 's out ! Ali is victorious ! His fist is raised . His cartoon face shouts his victory . the people 's champion . There 's more . There 's knocked - out white policemen , knocked - out black soldiers , knocked - out landlords , knocked - out South Africa , knocked - out planes and tanks , knocked - out tse - tse flies . everything ! So much , it means `` ALL '' . all expectation . This childish painting powerfully affects Ali . The kids look at him . It 's still . Some kids in the back leap up in the air to see over taller heads what Ali 's doing . ALI looks at individual faces . A grinning OLDER MAN with a blue transistor radio . -LRB- we 'll see him later -RRB- . A smiling kid . A girl with no shoes . A teenage kid jumping up and down . all looking at him . Ali makes four pieces of rope appear . He rubs them together . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Shazaam ! They become one . Everybody goes nuts . As Ali leaves , his eyes go back to the people and the painting .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <scene_description>Concentration has taken him into the athlete 's zone , the state of unified awareness wherein dwells his total self - knowledge . And he knows the transaction : what they give him with their adoration , which he converts to power , is in exchange for what he means to them . And what he means to them is specific : he represents them in defying power and vanquishing what oppresses . He validates the existence of expectation , that struggle is possible . George Foreman , mute and unknowingly , represents disinterested power . Ali does n't `` accept '' his obligation ; he embraces it . It is his purpose , revealed . And he will never waver from it . CUT TO :</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. INTERCONTINENTAL HOTEL, ANTEROOM (KINSHASA) - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>waits , sitting on a table edge in a corridor . Noise of a press conference setting . Howard Cosell crosses through , smoking . Bingham enters and gestures . they 're ready . Ali waves off Bingham , stops Cosell . ALI Howard ! How many you ugly sportswriters in there got me over Foreman ? Do n't lie . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- beat . -RRB- Some of us . Norman , me . are worried . How you gon na dance against George ? He 's sparring with a middleweight , training to cut you off . He gets you against the ropes , he can knock you out with either hand . ALI . -LRB- drops facade . -RRB- What 's the odds ? HOWARD COSELL Two - and - a - half - to - one . Against . We 're worried you 're going to get hurt . No one thinks Ali will win .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>We 've jammed into the middle of Ali in a blast of braggadocio . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- George Foreman is a big mummy . I 've officially named him `` The Mummy . '' Laughter . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- George punches are like `` Look out , here come the left . '' Whomp ! -LRB- stiff - armed swing . -RRB- Here come the right ! Whomp ! Like a Mummy . But `` The Mummy '' ca n't hit what it ca n't see . I 'm fast ! Gon na dance . Be all over George . George is gon na feel he surrounded . -LRB- beat . -RRB- And I done somethin' new for this fight ; I done rassled with an alligator . Anticipatory laughter . They 've had twelve years ' experience of Ali 's stand - up and know when a new routine 's starting . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- That 's right ! -LRB- laughter again ; Ali almost loses it . -RRB- I have rassled with an alligator . I done tussled with a whale . I done handcuffed lightning , thrown thunder in jail . That 's bad ! Only last week I murdered a rock . Injured a stone . Hospitalized a brick . I 'm so mean , I make medicine sick . Laughter . HOWARD COSELL Muhammad , I 'm sorry . I have to ask . -LRB- he hesitates ; he 's sorry , but . -RRB- Are you really fast enough , anymore ? To beat George Foreman ? Many people believe you do n't have the same skills , that you are not the same man you used to be ten years ago . There it is . Has doubt , spoken truthfully in the open , closed the mouth of Muhammad Ali ? A beat . Then . ALI Howard . I did n't want to talk about this , especially in front of everybody . But I talked to your wife ! And she told me you 're not the man you used to be . two years ago ! The assembled media crack up . Ali 's eyes are wide in mock amazement . CLOSE : COSELL A bittersweet smile and the eye contact with Ali . Cosell knows .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. GYM FLOOR - HEAVY BAG - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>is slammed by a massive fist . It leaves a dent the size of a deflated basketball . The fist is George Foreman 's . DICK SADLER holds the bag . Foreman throws hooks , one after the other . Each blow rocks Sadler . George is literally punching a hole in the bag . These blows would mash an opponent 's liver , break ribs , destroy kidneys . This man can do more than hurt you . This man can kill you .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. RING - FOREMAN + SPARRING PARTNER - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Foreman is boxing a middleweight . He is smaller than Foreman and , therefore , faster . And , that 's the point . The partner tries to circle , slide , dance away , and Foreman cuts him off and drives him to the ropes where he tags him . He does n't put a lot behind it . Partner slides . FOREMAN darts left and jars him with three left jabs , keeping him on the rope . Foreman 's training to defeat Ali 's dancing , his `` float + sting '' tactics . CLOSE : GEORGE FOREMAN is young , has unreal power and he can move .</scene_description>
    <character>CUT TO:</character>
    <dialogue />
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    <stage_direction>INT. TRAINING COMPOUND - METAL GRILL DOORS:    ALI'S ENTOURAGE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>is entering . Lieutenant Nsakala is there , too . They time - share the facility . Foreman 's entourage with conga drummers are exiting . Ali and Foreman are never closer than 10 feet apart . Foreman says nothing . Ali starts banging his hands on Foreman 's conga and shouts over the percussion at Foreman . ALI Salaam Alaikum , brothers ! -LRB- raises one arm . -RRB- The champ is here ! SIDE ANGLE : THE TWO ENTOURAGES pass . Comparatively , Foreman looks bigger . He is more dense of bone . He 's taller . His chest seems deeper and his shoulders wider . AND FOREMAN 'S EXPRESSION is casual , unrattled by Ali 's antics . He is menacing in his indifference . It means he 's ALSO immune to getting psyched out by Ali .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. RING - CROWD - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Bundini 's in Ali 's corner . Ali 's sparring partner is Larry Holmes . Ali 's hands are at his side . He dances , bicycles , shuffles , dances , dodges , does n't throw anything , his elbows at his side . Ali is training to DANCE from Foreman . He 's fast , but not seemingly suspended in air as he was 10 long years ago against Liston .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>He wo n't . Ali picks up his bag and starts out . BELINDA . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Maryum is sick . Maybe I oughta go back to Chicago and look after her . ALI Sure . BELINDA I 'll be back before the fight . -LRB- sarcastic . -RRB- If that 's all right , my husband . He walks out the door .</scene_description>
    <character>CUT TO:</character>
    <dialogue />
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    <stage_direction>EXT. KINSHASA ARENA - 75 ZAIRIAN TRIBAL DANCERS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>to percussion . The number . ALI , Angelo and Bingham in the empty seating , looking at the ring under the canopy . Behind them is the rehearsal . Meanwhile . CUT TO :</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. ARENA, ENTRANCE - TWO CARS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>arrive , including in the first an Interpreter , Zairian Official # 2 , a Policeman Driver ; and in the second car is Don King , Herbert , VERONICA , and another American Woman -LRB- silent bit -RRB- . They 're in a hurry .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. ARENA - ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>is being taught to dance by two dancers . They fail . In the background , workers are raising gigantic Mobutu portraits . The Pointer Sisters begin . AISLE Don King and entourage approach . DON KING . -LRB- over the drumming . -RRB- Champ ! Champ ! George had an accident . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- suspicious . -RRB- What are you talking about ? Pointer Sisters start `` Yes , We Can Can . '' DON KING Got cut . Right above his right eye . His sparring partner 's elbow . Split it open , so . ANGELO DUNDEE Can he fight ? DON KING Not for six weeks . Ali laughs . DON KING . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- This is not a humorous situation , my champion . This postponement could be long , especially if George leaves . ANGELO DUNDEE Are you tryin ' to pull something , Don ? Ali wants his title . And he wants it back in Zaire . George leaves , he ai n't comin ' back . George do n't like it here . Pointer Sisters ' rehearsal cuts . re - organizes . DON KING How right you are , my suspicious and short Italian brother . And my fiduciary responsibility to this first all - black promotion is like a garden in the African sun . It must grow ! It must bloom ! It can not flower in the gloom and shade of postponement to some dome . Like the Astrodome , the Super - dome , any dome outta Zaire , where it be deprived of light and bled of water . 'Cause what gon na bleed . is money . A hemorrhage of cash . -LRB- sees it all . -RRB- . blood on the floor . Double hotel costs . Double travel costs . Airplanes . Food and beverage . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- rhetorical . -RRB- What do you expect us to do , Don ? DON KING . -LRB- moves close to Ali . -RRB- Muhammad . Find a way to get George to stay . Be Moses in reverse : do NOT let my people go ! Stay the fuck right here , in Egypt , if you 'll pardon my Swahili . BINGHAM L - l - l - lingala . DON KING What ? BINGHAM Lingala . They s - s - s - speak Lingala . DON KING Who cares ? Pointer Sisters probably end here . After a beat , percussion starts up . Dancers drift in . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- pissed , dissed big . -RRB- If George goes ? You forfeit five million . You crawl back to Cincinnati . You ai n't promotin ' a charity raffle . We see Herbert watching all of this closely . particularly the challenge to Ali/Dundee . DON KING . -LRB- irrepressible . -RRB- If George goes ? George goes , my champion , I will get you Joe Frazier . Ali - Frazier III . the fight everybody want to see .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Don King laughs , nervously . Ali is daring George to stay . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- That 's right . He did three rounds . Knew he was gon na lose to Muhammad Ali and knocked hisself out . And I predict that whenever the fight is set , he might not show up ! DON KING . -LRB- double entendre . -RRB- You bad ! ALI I 'm a bad man ! DON KING Ai n't no doubt about it . ALI And you tell the same thing to George . Media laugh , Don King goes along , Ali continues . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to King . -RRB- I been watchin ' you ! I heard you . I know he 's your man . I know you got him picked . But the man 's in trouble . The whole world was gon na know . But , now , he ai n't gon na show . That 's why he knocked hisself out when he was training . DON KING . -LRB- laughs to dismiss Ali . -RRB- We will reschedule the fight , and to ensure George is ready , we are thinking of postponing from September 24th to October 30th . REPORTER What about the concert , Don ? DON KING That would go off as planned on September 22nd and 23rd . ALI . -LRB- skeptical . -RRB- Uh - huh . I want all helicopters guarded ! Private boats . Private jets . I want the airport - I 'm serious - I want President Mobutu and all his paratroopers . Mobutu and all his paratroopers . I want all of you `` Zaireans '' to be on guard ! Watch all strange boats tryin ' to slip away ! They might be takin ' him out . ANGELO DUNDEE The bus station . It 's Ali kidding on the square . A serious point delivered not seriously to be taken seriously . ALI Yeah . Watch the bus station . Watch everything ! Elephant caravans . He might sneak out by elephant . BUNDINI thinks of a line and whispers it to Don . Don leans past Dundee to pass it on Ali . ANGELO DUNDEE What you say ? DON KING I ai n't talkin ' to you ! ALI . -LRB- to King . -RRB- Hey ! His eyes flash . He leans forward and puts a finger in Don King 's face . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Do n't talk to Angelo like that ! Do n't you talk to him like that ever again ! Ali ai n't fucking around . Ali has reasons for working with Don . Belittling Angelo cuts across all that . Danger 's in the air . Dundee puts his hands up . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- You think you 're callin ' these shots , Don ? You 're not . Ali pulls out a comb and starts to comb his hair . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to King . -RRB- They know ! -LRB- segues into a routine . -RRB- All those ladies out there know . Ali being mercurial is unexpected by Don . Laughter from particularly the women as he combs his hair and segues . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- mock demagoguery . -RRB- They know I 'm ready ! I see fear in the eyes of his followers ! I see fear ! This is the fight that Muhammad Ali was supposed to be ended . The myth of Muhammad was supposed to fall ! -LRB- hits the table with his fist ; glares at King . -RRB- Supposed to be my destruction ! -LRB- French voices and laughter , understated . -RRB- They miscalculated . They misjudged . They got it . wrong . Ali 's served notice to anyone with ears to hear it : he 's multidimensional , strategic and dangerous as hell . A taste of what 's to come .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. VERANDA - ALI, BUNDINI, BINGHAM + ANGELO - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Waiters scurry . Ali talks to a blonde reporter from France and settles next to Lloyd Price , without a shirt . Everyone crowds around their table . A ZAIRIAN INTERPRETER and Lieutenant Nsakala are present . Ali disregards their presence because his attention tracks . ALI 'S POV : VERONICA seen over the heads of Zairians . She 's 5 feet 10 inches tall . Without acknowledging she 's the object of Ali 's attention , her radar tells her she 's the object of Ali 's attention . ALI . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- Say , girl ! Veronica turns , sees Ali . Lights up . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- C'mere . I know you ? OVER VERONICA as she makes her way to the table by Ali 's side , where he takes her hand in his . VERONICA I do n't think so . ALI What 's your name ? VERONICA Veronica Porche . ALI Like the sports car . VERONICA . -LRB- laughs . -RRB- Yes . ALI But with a little something extra . -LRB- beat . -RRB- Veronica , I know you now . C'mere , sit down . He steers her into the chair next to him , which is immediately vacated by Lloyd Price . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- You with Don ? VERONICA Don brought me here , but I 'm not `` with '' . anybody . The others are paying them no attention . Bundini stands to talk to Howard Cosell . There 's an ocean of side conversations . Ali 's presentation to Veronica is natural , open admiring . It is not seduction . It 's more seductive than seduction . She feels from Ali nothing predatory or exploitative . only the warm rays of the sun from his open face and appreciating eyes . Still holding her hand . ALI Where you from ? Meanwhile , George Foreman , with Sadler , Moore , Broadus , sees and laughs at Ali and Veronica and onto George Foreman going into hotel . VERONICA L.A. . But my people are from Louisiana . We 're Creole . So I 'm African , French , Spanish , my mother 's grandfather was Jewish . ALI . -LRB- looking at her admiringly . -RRB- Well . they all came together real nice . VERONICA You know . -LRB- hesitating ; low . -RRB- . I 'm glad you said what you did . You made sure this fight stays here . ALI All them writers in there think Foreman gon na . kill me ! -LRB- eyes go wide . -RRB- What you think ? VERONICA Ali , boma ye . Meanwhile , 15 Chinese and some Vietnamese approach and wait patiently . Ali has to force his attention away from Veronica to respond . They all bow . He bows . The Zairian Interpreter translates English to French to another Zairian , who speaks Mandarin . It all gets lost in chaos while Bingham shoots pictures and a Plimpton type explains pedantically to Bundini . PLIMPTON TYPE . she 's an African `` succubus . '' Means witch doctor . BUNDINI Succubus ? Suck my dick . They ai n't room in Africa for more than one witch doctor . And that 's B'dini . The eyes of some of the Asians are very emotional . Ali stands up and bows to them . Chinese bow themselves away . Ruth Pointer arrives . Ali kisses her . She sits , but talks to Bingham . ALI You been to Hong Kong ? Taiwan ? Thailand ? VERONICA No . ALI I ca n't go there . All the ladies out there from Indonesia , Japan , Hawaii , India . -LRB- high - pitched voice , imitating female fans . -RRB- `` Ali - i - i - e - e - e ! Ali - e - e - e ! Oh , Muhammad Al - i - i - i ! '' . -LRB- speaks in faux foreign language , imitating female fans ; to Bingham . -RRB- You seen those people from Thailand ? I was in Bangkok - I could n't walk . -LRB- laughter ; hangs his head . -RRB- I could n't . I just could n't do nothin ' . `` Get me outta this country ! '' . -LRB- laughter . -RRB- The women were so pretty . BINGHAM ' B - b - b - bout Hong Kong , man ?! You know what I heard ? ALI . -LRB- interrupts . -RRB- Ladies in Thailand , their hair comes down to their knees . and they about Veronica 's complexion . and they bad ! But they ai n't nothin ' like the `` sisters . '' -LRB- holds Veronica 's hands , looks deep into her eyes . -RRB- Ai n't NOTHIN ' like the sisters ! Veronica laughs as Ali mocks swooning over her . Another news crew arrives . NEWS CAMERAMAN Champ . ALI . -LRB- to Veronica . -RRB- Let 's go for a ride .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. KINSHASA SHANTYTOWN - KIDS - DUSK INTO NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>and old people , teenagers in dirty T - shirts with strange hats . Their eyes are wide . REVERSE : ALI shows his bare hands . Now he rubs them together and MAGICALLY pulls from his closed fist a colored scarf . The kids scream . VERONICA squints , trying to figure out how he did it , because . ALI shows the scarf , pushes back his cuffs so that he ca n't hide anything up his sleeves . His wrists are bare . He shows both sides . Now , he takes the scarf and pushes with his right hand and feeds it into the closed fist of his left . He looks up wide - eyed at everybody . Then , he opens his fingers and the scarf is not there ! ALI + VERONICA walk , towering over the kids . One girl holds Ali 's hand . The others maintain a respectful proximity so that they do n't invade the space around Ali . ALI So why you glad we still here ? VERONICA Holdin ' this in Africa make people proud . All over the world . They 're proud of you . Anybody can fight in Vegas . ALI That 's one job . I got two . They pass through cinder - block houses , shipping crates , oil drums for cooking fires , a few car parts . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- melodramatic . -RRB- . got ta whup George ! VERONICA Islamic faith help you to that ? ALI Listen , girl , as a Muslim , I am busted out and failed in the eyes of God . I shoulda discovered Islam at 50 ! 'Cause I am weak on women . They take my eyes and my heart follow . causing me to be a lovin ' husband and a terrible husband ! -LRB- looks down at her , intensely . -RRB- . green eyes and cocoa skin ? -LRB- feigns wobbly legs . -RRB- . okay , rest of me , let 's go ! Veronica laughs . She brings his hand up to her mouth and kisses it . Hand in hand , a towering man and a towering woman walk away at their ease against the soft sky with their entourage of teenagers and kids . On the perimeter , a kid does flips and , then , gets distracted .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. N'SELE GYM - SPEED BAG - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A syncopated , obscuring , blurred shape of the bag turned into a percussion instrument by Ali 's fast hands trying to get even faster . ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Faster ! Faster ! DUNDEE . -LRB- shouts . -RRB- TIME ! Ali SLAMS a right hook at the bag . It almost explodes . OPTIONAL : Ali takes body hits , tries sliding off head shots .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. RING - ALI'S EYES</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>feints his left and throws a right . It surprises Holmes . HOLMES You ca n't lead a right hand . Not at him ! ALI Why not ? HOLMES Too long . to get it there . Man , I mean , to think you could hit him with a right lead . it 's insulting . Nobody would lead a right . Ali sees something beyond the ring . And , now , flicks four ripping left jabs into Holmes and slides sideways as Holmes tries to catch Ali with a right . But Ali changes directions , changes back and now comes over Holmes ' right with his own left cross , and a six - or - seven - punch combination . It is Ali dancing and floating . Crowd cheers . `` TIME . '' BUNDINI meanwhile , has thrown his arms around Dick Sadler , Foreman 's manager . -LRB- We realize this is why Ali segued from serious work to snapping his traditional left jab . -RRB- BUNDINI I got him ! Lock him up . SADLER . -LRB- laughs . -RRB- Hey , hold up , chump ! Make this chump turn me loose . Sadler 's there with his wife and another couple . Rudy joins , laughing . Bundini turns loose Sadler . Ali and Sadler like each other . SADLER . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- This is my wife , Irene . Sadler affectionately puts an arm around Ali 's neck and reaches up and pretends to hit Ali on top of the head with a fist for Bingham 's camera . Ali bites his lower lip and starts wrestling with Sadler , putting him in a headlock . Sadler 's arm is around Ali 's waist . ALI Hey ! Look ! Look at George Foreman 's trainer , feelin ' me up on purpose ! On the side , to see if I 'm in shape ! More laughter . Sadler 's beret falls off . Rudy puts it back on . IRENE Can I have your autograph ? ALI We 'll , you ai n't gon na find no fat ! Watch out ! SADLER . -LRB- lunges for wife 's note pad . -RRB- Give me that thing ! BINGHAM . -LRB- breaking through . -RRB- Muhammad . Give her an Ali button ! The gang laughs . SADLER No , you ai n't . -LRB- concedes . -RRB- All right , give my wife an Ali button . ALI She 's got ta put it on . SADLER Give my wife one . BINGHAM Bo ` dini , you got Ali buttons ? ALI `` George '' buttons is all I got . In my bedroom ! All over the bed ! Everywhere ! To remind me . of all of ya ' . All of ya ' ! Reminds me of all ya ' ! Throughout the above he 's pretending to jab at Dick , who 's laughing and feinting at him . It 's raucous . Fond relationships transcend the adversarial roles . They are all of the tribe of boxers . Sadler is a particularly bright and talented man . Meanwhile .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. COMPOUND, OTHER SIDE OF THE RING - AN OLDER BRADLEY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>accompanied by an American Reporter is nabbed by a French news crew . ORTF INTERVIEWER . -LRB- in French . -RRB- Pardon . Vous êtes de l'ambassade des Etats - Unis ? Vous avez une prédiction ? ORTF INTERVIEWER . -LRB- English translation . -RRB- Excuse me . You are from the U.S. Embassy ? Do you have a prediction ? BRADLEY . -LRB- in French . -RRB- -LRB- caught ; smiles . -RRB- Je suis avec l'Agence américane d'informations . Il ne m ` est pas permis d'exprimer mes préférences entre deux citoyens des Etats - Unis . BRADLEY . -LRB- English translation . -RRB- -LRB- caught ; smiles . -RRB- I 'm with the U.S. Information Agency . I 'm not allowed to take favorites among two United States citizens . He walks away . EDGE OF THE RING : ANGELO DUNDEE sits on the apron of the ring . Ali joins him . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- meaning Sadler . -RRB- He gone ? ALI Yeah .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. COMPOUND - SADLER - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>leaving , steals a glance at Ali and Dundee . It 's adversarial . The camaraderie was not false . Both are true . But being strategic , he is a threat to Ali . George has a first - rate team .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. INTERCONTINENTAL, ALI'S SUITE - ALI - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>enters with Howard Cosell and Howard Bingham and a two - man news crew . BELINDA Hello , Muhammad . Bingham . Mr. Cosell . HOWARD COSELL . -LRB- tight . -RRB- Hi . Mrs. Ali . ALI When did you get in ? BELINDA Just now . Muhammad , may I have a word with you , please ? Belinda starts towards the bedroom . Ali looks to Howard and gestures with his hand to get rid of everybody . As the bedroom door closes , Cosell , crew and Bingham ca n't wait to get out of there .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Belinda slams a lamp standing next to her . BELINDA . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- I clean for you . I cook for you . I feel every punch you take . ALI I know that . BELINDA Then why you got to be visible with women ? ALI I did n't mean for it to be . BELINDA I live with the casual ones . -LRB- gestures to Veronica 's clothing . -RRB- But this , this . I ca n't hold it together anymore . ALI I do n't want to hurt you . It 's wrong . You 're a good wife to me . BELINDA Then why do you disrespect me this way ?! ALI I respect you . I always respect you . Belinda pauses . A terrible question occurs to her . BELINDA Do you love her ? Ali does n't answer . BELINDA . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Do you want to marry her ? ALI I follow my heart . BELINDA `` You 're following your heart '' ? -LRB- sarcasm falls away . -RRB- That 's what you do . No matter what anybody says . Or thinks . Or what it does . -LRB- pause . -RRB- And what happens now ? ALI I fight George . -LRB- after a beat . -RRB- I did n't come this far to quit . BELINDA Neither of us did . Ali looks at her a moment . Then he leaves . Silence . Belinda sits on the bed . She looks up . Then she comes apart . She rips open a closet . She finds Veronica 's clothes , rips them , shreds peignoirs , overturns a night table , strips the bed , smashes more furniture , throws Veronica 's suitcase at the mirror . It does not break . She looks around the wrecked room . Bingham is standing there . BINGHAM Belinda ? Belinda looks up , tears in her eyes . BINGHAM . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- You ca n't beat him . You ca n't beat him , 'cause you ca n't not love him .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S HOUSE, N'SELE, SHOWER - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>under the water . It flows like silver down the contours of his face and neck . He is in that zone of concentration where the best athletes go . where the pre - motor cortex 's activity dominates and facial expression becomes blank , eyes look distantly . Ali 's in his domain . in the groove .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. COMPOUND, N'SELE, REAR SHOT:   ALI'S CITROEN - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>and outriders depart .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. MOBUTU'S PALACE, A SITTING ROOM - SERVANTS - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>prepare a luxurious setting . On a platform is a large TV set . In front of it , with low tables are two large armchairs with antimacassars . At the door are Mobutu 's spit - and - polish paratrooper bodyguards . They STOMP their feet to attention as . MOBUTU in his tan uniform and signature leopard - skin hat enters , followed by an entourage of aides . MOBUTU 'S MILITARY AIDE . -LRB- in French . -RRB- We are ready , your excellent President for Life . MOBUTU . -LRB- in French . -RRB- Invite Monsieur Idi to join me now . The Banker ? The American ? MOBUTU 'S MILITARY AIDE . -LRB- in French . -RRB- They are waiting in the sitting room .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>INT. ALI'S DRESSING ROOM - DUNDEE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>wrapping Ali 's hands , tears the tape into narrow strips to go between the fingers . Doc Broadus , from Foreman 's camp , observes the wrapping , then signs it . In addition to function , the taping feels ritualistic . CLOSE : ALI 'S attention is focused elsewhere . on his action : what he will do , his strategy . LIEUTENANT NSAKALA . -LRB- from doorway . -RRB- Countdown ! Countdown ! RUDY Countdown is on , bro . Five minutes . Ali gets off the training table . Angelo has finished . He puts on his robe and starts warming up before the mirror , throwing punches for a full minute . HERBERT enters . Ali and Herbert go to an alcove . ALI Thanks to Allah . -LRB- praying . -RRB- LIEUTENANT NSAKALA . -LRB- shouts . -RRB- Four minutes ! Sarria sticking sealed bottles filled with honey , orange juice and water into the water bucket . As Ali puts on the robe , the others gather up the gear , start out . Herbert moves to Ali , preparing for the entrance , to be as close to him for the cameras as possible . ANGELO DUNDEE Give us a moment . Alone . -LRB- off Herbert 's look . -RRB- Hey . This is my religion ! Herbert and Pat Patterson , the bodyguard , with his chrome - plated .45 , follow the others away from Ali . Angelo begins applying Vaseline on Ali 's face . They 're alone in the room . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- It 's hot . Humid . Monsoon season 's about to start . May hit 140 in the ring under the lights . You all right ? ALI Why ? ANGELO DUNDEE Where you at ? ALI . -LRB- looks up . -RRB- Foreman ai n't no mummy . He 's knocked out eight out of eleven before the end of the third round . He the most dangerous fighter I ever fought . ANGELO DUNDEE I 'd worry if I was hearin ' anything else . Ali loosens up his neck . ALI And I ca n't WAIT ! LIEUTENANT NSAKALA Three minutes ! ANGELO DUNDEE Dance . That 's the most important . Ali looks at Dundee enigmatically . Before Angelo can ask . BUNDINI throws towels across Ali 's shoulders . Ali puts on his long African robe , which is white with African - graphic trim on the cuffs of the sleeves and the hem . BUNDINI . -LRB- whispers . -RRB- Forget every battle of man against man , of mind against mind , of soul against soul . This is the one . This is the greatest . Ali nods to him . BUNDINI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- This is it . LIEUTENANT NSAKALA Two minutes ! BUNDINI The prophet 's come back to claim his own ! Get the pretender off that throne ! BUNDINI/ALI Rumble , young man , rumble ! It 's the `` Rumble in the Jungle '' ! WIDE FROM ABOVE : ALI 'S CAMP starts moving towards the door . They open the door . It is guarded by a handpicked squad of paratroopers and Lieutenant Nsakala . LIEUTENANT NSAKALA . -LRB- shouts . -RRB- One minute !</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CORRIDOR</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Paratroopers on either side like a wedge , guarding Ali with Angelo , Bundini , Rudy and Herbert , as they push through the door , out into the hall . TRAVEL WITH THEM AS people in the corridor at the end see Ali . The chant begins . THE PEOPLE Ali ! Ali ! Boma ye , Ali ! Ali ! Boma ye ! The sound from the corridor picks up a second reverberation that booms from a distant vast space . As we move towards it , to encounter it . And suddenly we . BURST OUT INTO THE STADIUM .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. KINSHASA ARENA - WIDE:     EVERYTHING - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Lights flood it . They pour down artificial sunshine . THE PEOPLE Ali , boma ye ! Ali , boma ye ! Ali , boma ye ! ROARS from 65,000 voices at a quarter to four in the morning . The moon is out , revealing storm clouds . HIGH + WIDE SHOTS : ALI and entourage . The crowd goes nuts . TRAVELING WITH ALI THROUGH THE MASS The crowd roars ; Angelo behind , Bundini on one side , Pacheco and Sarria .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RING - WE ENTER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>They cheer . Ali raises his hand and salutes them . Ali dances from one end of the ring to the other . dances into George 's corner . The crowd roars . ANOTHER ANGLE : ALI dances back to his corner . ANGELO DUNDEE George is playing prima donna . He wants to make you wait . Ali laughs . You wo n't psyche out Muhammad Ali with that stuff . Instead , Ali uses the time . He tests the ropes . He gets the feel of the distance between the center and the corner . CLOSER : ALI circles the ring . He looks at the crowd from different angles , from the corner , the center . He looks up at the lights and gets used to the heat from them . ALI 'S FEET do a shuffle . He feels the canvas . He feels the soft spots . The firm spots . He feels how much slide there is because of the resin on the canvas , how much spring there is in the boards . ALI sheds his robe , now , and throws a blistering array of jabs and hooks . The crowd goes nuts . Ali looks ringside and sees . ALI 'S POV : JIM BROWN Lloyd Price . further along . Robert Lipsyte .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ARENA - AISLE - SUDDENLY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>out comes Foreman in his red robe , Archie Moore following in his blue pea - cap , and Dick Sadler - never a fashion plate - in the world 's least - attractive T - shirt , followed by former featherweight champ Sandy Saddler . CROWD Foreman ! Foreman ! Foreman ! Foreman ! THE RING - ALI is shadowboxing as Foreman climbs in the ring and crosses past him , near to him . The look on Ali 's face is indifferent . Foreman goes immediately to his stool . He does n't move around the ring . He does n't touch the ropes .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>DON KING as tall as only three other men : Foreman , Ali and Bundini , walks into the ring wearing black . ZACK CLAYTON , the referee , moves to the center of the ring . A great roar fills the air : `` ALI , BOMA YE ! ALI , BOMA YE ! ALI , BOMA YE ! '' . another one . `` FOREMAN ! FOREMAN ! '' OVERHEAD as Ali , Foreman and both their crews meet in the center of the ring . CLAYTON Now , both of you know the rules . When I step back , I want a good , clean break . -LRB- Clayton keeps going . -RRB- No hitting below the belt , no kidney punches , no . ALI Motherfucker , you ` bout to discover you ai n't nothin ' . CLAYTON Ali , be quiet ! George 's eyes glare . Ali rocks back and forth , ready to rumble . CLAYTON . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- No kidney punches . Now . ALI . -LRB- past the ref ; eyeballing George . -RRB- You been hearin ' about me for years . All your life you been hearin ' about Muhammad Ali . Now you got ta face me . CLAYTON Ali , I 'll disqualify you . Now , I want a good , clean , sportsman fight . ALI . -LRB- to Foreman . -RRB- You never should have come to Africa . Foreman is unfazed by all of this . His cold eyes say `` battery and homicide . '' CLAYTON . -LRB- blows up . -RRB- All right ! -LRB- beat . -RRB- Now go to your corners and come out fighting when you hear the bell , and may the best man . win .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>Ali turns his back and continues to shuffle and shadowbox .</scene_description>
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    <scene_description>OVERHEAD : ALI + FOREMAN 'S corners are clear . Ali is facing his corner , praying to Allah . Foreman is bent over at the waist , flexing and releasing the last tension in his huge shoulders , as the bell for ROUND ONE clangs . THE RING - BOTH charge out and stop as if they ran into a brick wall five feet from each other . Then Ali dips , throws a left , which George takes on the shoulder . a BIG RIGHT HAND to George 's head . The crowd goes nuts . George clinches , picks up Ali and swings him through 180 degrees with his power . As he puts Ali down , Ali pushes George 's head down and away and Ali clocks him with ANOTHER RIGHT . Foreman clinches and drives Ali back to the rope . Ali throws ANOTHER RIGHT that lands . Ali dances , circles , stays out of Foreman 's way . Then he slams him again with a right . Foreman gets Ali in the corner , throws vicious combinations and a hook that nails Ali in the body and a wild shot hits Ali on the side of the head . CLOSER ON ALI . stunned , his eyes clear . He 's just taken a Foreman shot . He pushes Foreman , the stronger man , out of the way and dances and circles . Foreman ties him up again . Ali pushes out , dances and hits HIM with a RIGHT . Ali ties him up , and there 's the BELL . ALI 'S CORNER : ALI ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Legs heavy . air 's heavy . like sand . SLOWLY MOVE IN ON ALI as Angelo and Bundini 's talk fades away . We see Ali 's awareness in a deep concentration . He is holding counsel with himself . Ali stares into space across the diagonal to the other corner , but not really at Foreman . Ali is weighing something . A gamble . He blinks , and whatever it is , he 's decided it NOW . AMBIENT SOUND starts to come back as Ali 's attention returns to the present and he ignores . ANGELO DUNDEE . keep moving . Do n't let him put you into the corner . Stay off the rope ! THE BELL FOR ROUND TWO Ali charges into the center of the ring , provoking Foreman to chase him , and Ali immediately BACKS TO THE ROPE . And stays there ! Seizing opportunity , Foreman throws big hooks . ALI IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT HE 'S NOT SUPPOSED TO DO . He gets off the rope and backs to the rope on the other side . Most of the shots are blocked by the gloves of both men . No damage . Then George throws a left , which Ali blocks , and a big right hook . ALI turns away . Nevertheless , it crashes into his jaw . MACRO ALI TIME SLOWS . He ties up George . We SEE Ali 's hurt . Dazed . But he must make George believe he 's unhurt . ALI That all you got ? That it ? Foreman reacts . Ali takes vicious hooks to the midsection , hangs on and goes right back onto the ropes , tying Foreman up . LOW ANGLE George 's shots are taken on Ali 's elbows and gloves . But for every four that are thrown , one or two tremendous hooks get through to Ali 's ribs , his side . ALI 'S FACE reveals impact , but nothing diminishes the TERRIBLE FORTITUDE with which he endures . Now , he ties up George . Now , George drives Ali into the corner and pummels him . ANGELO + BUNDINI going crazy in the corner ! ANGELO DUNDEE Get off the ropes ! Get off the ropes ! Get off the ropes ! Dance ! Ali blocking , getting hit . WORRIED FACES in the crowd . One woman looks away . ALI 'S EYES alive , more than alert , the sharpest eyes in boxing . FOREMAN 'S LEFT JAB coming in . Ali feints , shifts . It misses by a quarter of an inch . FOREMAN HOOKS OFF HIS JAB Ali leans back on the top rope . Foreman 's punch falls short and connects with little effect . That 's how good is Ali . The techniques BECOME CLEAR . Foreman goes upstairs , throws three hooks , all get taken on Ali 's gloves . Foreman slams a hook that began in Cape Town and ends up in Zaire , into Ali 's abdomen . And another . Ali takes the shots , hangs on . ALI 'S EYES are bright like stars . His white mouth guard shines . A grimace ? A grin ? ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- There is nothin ' . Nothin ' ! -LRB- another Foreman hook lands . -RRB- . I can not take . Ali pushes Foreman off and Ali connects with a left and a straight right to the jaw . They pound but do n't stop George . Ali ties him up . Ali 's jabs end the round . Nothing effective , but Ali shakes his head , disapprovingly , puts his hand on the back of George 's neck , and as the BELL sounds . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Thought you was bad ! George laughs . He won the round overwhelmingly . ALI 'S CORNER is apoplectic . BUNDINI Dance , dance ! DUNDEE Get off the ropes ! What are you doin ' ?! ALI . -LRB- it gets quiet ; to himself : . -RRB- Here come George 's `` murder '' round . -LRB- refers to Round Three . -RRB- Ali pushes away from his handlers and rises . He opens his arms to the crowd . We hear a massive `` ALI , BOMA YE '' start up . CLOSER : ALI opens his arms as if the roar of 65,000 voices is sunlight . By opening his arms , his skin soaks it in and converts it to power . And the BELL STARTS ROUND THREE .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. THE RING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>They trade . Nothing . Foreman advances , Ali backs to the ropes , tags Foreman with a couple of harmless left jabs . Now Foreman opens up with heavy artillery . Ali gets in a couple of shots , but for the center of the round he 's pummeled by Foreman . Midway through . FOREMAN accepts a left jab , and while Ali 's left arm is out with it , Foreman hammers a right into the exposed lower midsection of Ali and then follows it with six tremendous hooks to Ali 's abdomen . Ali pushes him away . Foreman comes in again . Foreman gets him on the rope again , and a surprising right on the left side of Ali 's face . ALI ties up Foreman 's left in the crook of his elbow , and they stagger , married , awkwardly , into the center of ring . The referee separates them . ANOTHER ANGLE : FOREMAN charging and throwing heavy shots . Ali takes some on his elbows , arms , biceps and shoulders . NOW we see Ali lean BACK . WAY BACK . 45 degrees back . We start to hear the TWANG of the rope . We get it . Ali is using the rope as a shock absorber . Some Foreman punches get through , but the rope TWANGS and Foreman 's hitting a trampoline with a hammer . Between deflection and being ring - wise , Ali dilutes much of what George throws . Then Foreman drives three powerful hooks into Ali 's side . ALI 'S BODY SPASMS But , as if inconsequential . ALI George ! Show me something . Ali - insulting , taunting - snaps jabs into George 's face , talking through his mouthpiece . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Where 's your punch , man ?! BUNDINI/DUNDEE . -LRB- O.S . -RRB- Ali , get off the ropes ! Stick 'em ! Jab ! Off the ropes ! UP CLOSER : ALI blocks a rage of Foreman head shots with his fists , the abdominal shots within his elbows . Each Foreman punch is a haymaker . FOREMAN suddenly switches . FROM THE FLOOR : FOREMAN 'S UPPERCUT comes from camera and slams right through Ali 's guard , right into his jaw . ALI 'S hurt ! He holds on . DUNDEE/BUNDINI . -LRB- OVER . -RRB- Off the ropes ! Dance , champ , dance ! Ali 's pushed back like a rag doll . FOREMAN throws a right hand . It , too , slams through Ali 's guard . He 's in trouble . ALI 'S EYES flash . Roll in his head . He sees neon . TIME SLOWS . lights dim . ALI . -LRB- calmly . -RRB- . been here before . ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- V.O . -RRB- -LRB- distant echoes . -RRB- Ali , move ! -LRB- beat . -RRB- Dance , champ ! Ali glances at the crowd . He SEES : the OLD MAN with the transistor radio on his shoulder from the shantytown , urging him on ! ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Open the door , Richard . outta this room . Put on your coat , man . get out . THE RING : FOREMAN slams shots into Ali 's kidneys , his ribs . Ali will piss blood for two months . But Ali stays on the ropes . AS TIME CATCHES UP TO NORMAL . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Think my fight 's over ? That . -LRB- to George . -RRB- . all you got ? That the hardest you hit ? ALI comes off the rope , and Ali hits Foreman with a terrific three - shot combination , a right - left - right . WHAM - WHAM - WHAM . Feints . Hits Foreman with a left - right . WHAM - WHAM ! ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- C'mon , chump ! The BELL . It 's an Ali rally at the end . He throws Foreman a look of contempt as he walks to his corner . ALI 'S CORNER ANGELO DUNDEE . -LRB- panicked . -RRB- Get off the goddamn ropes ! ALI Took somethin' away from him , Angie , that round . BUNDINI You got ta move ! Stick and MOVE ! ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- They do n't know what 's happenin ' . Ali looks to the left and sees Jim Brown . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to Jim Brown . -RRB- You bet the wrong horse ! He ca n't fight no better than you can act ! Jim Brown laughs . WE DO N'T HEAR A BELL . INSTEAD , WE 'RE SUDDENLY IN THE LAST 15 SECONDS OF ROUND FOUR .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RING, ROUND FOUR, FIVE, SIX - FOREMAN BARRAGE</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Ali is braced on the ropes , as far back as the ropes will go . Foreman throws a barrage of shots , he slams in five and six at a time . THE BELL . ALI covers with gloves at his head . Elbows at his ribs . When head shots come in , Ali slips them the right or left , or turns them into glancing shots , or just leans straight back so that they all fall short by quarter of an inch . The BELL . ALI covering , taking the most powerful hooks Foreman 's thrown in the fight , one after the other to the body . ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Take it ! Terrify him with what you can take . Ali 's eyes are stars . He sees everything . He sees things no one else can see in the quantum physics of deflecting the force of Foreman 's blows . FOREMAN desperate , pounds a left to Ali 's side , a blocked left to the head , three lefts to the belly , which get through ! Ali 's left arm convulses downwards , involuntarily , with the blows . What Ali 's not ready for and does n't block is the right hand that follows . This shot is jarring and concussive . He grabs Foreman 's neck and has to hold on . The BELL .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RING - ALI - MID-ROUND SEVEN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>leaning way back at impossible angles - soaking up George 's shots . George is SLOWER . BUT Ali 's not throwing at all ! ALI . -LRB- hisses to George . -RRB- Eight more rounds . You runnin ' outta gas ? Then . Ali comes out from under . WHAM . WHAM . WHAM . WHAM . WHAM . Five hard shots are followed into Foreman 's puffed face . They surprise and enrage him . WIDER : GEORGE drives Ali with his 220 pounds . George 's arms and fists now SWING HEAVILY . Some get through . Ali 's right eye is puffy . Both tie up . And BELL ends the round .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. RING - ALI'S CORNER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Angelo and Bundini talk . Neither we nor Ali hear them . ALI . -LRB- to himself to George . -RRB- . ca n't let you get that second wind which you do n't know is out there for you . -LRB- talking to George in his head . -RRB- Want the title . wear the heavyweight crown ? -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Jaw broke ? Nose smashed ? Face busted ? You ready to die ? Is that you ? -LRB- towards George . -RRB- 'Cause you gon na meet a man who will die before he let you win . A tall African Girl walks by with the number `` 8 . '' As she passes near Ali , she has the audacity to wink at him . ALI happens to see it . He winks back at her . She smiles . He brightens right up ! THE BELL RINGS .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RING - ALI</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>goes to the ropes , throws a couple and , now , comes off the ropes . He 's in the center of the ring . HE 'S HUNTING . A couple of lefts from Ali . Foreman throws a haymaker and almost falls out of the ring . Ali 's in the corner , having avoided the shot . FOREMAN gets in a couple of lefts that Ali deflects . Ali takes another on the cheek , leans way back again . Suddenly , he seems tired , as is Foreman . Tied up , they go diagonally to the other corner of the ring , both fighters exhausted , leaning against each other . Resting . BUT . EXTREMELY CLOSE : WE SEE ALI 'S EYES ARE DEAD SHARP He 's faking . FOREMAN backs Ali into the corner . ALI hits Foreman with a left . Foreman launches a short left that Ali counters with a BIG RIGHT CROSS that connects . FOREMAN 'S head snaps around . Sweat sprays in a parabola of light . Crowd ROARS with expectation . George Foreman tries a right uppercut , fails as Ali circles , guiding Foreman onto the ropes . Foreman 's on the ropes NOW . ALI 'S EYES know the moment is . ALI . -LRB- to himself . -RRB- Now . ALI 'S short , chopping right turns Foreman 's head down . CLOSER : FOREMAN comes over the ropes and turns back into . ALI 'S RIGHT HOOK slams his head down and sideways . And Foreman charges into Ali . CLOSE SLO - MO : ALI snaps a combination : an overhead right to Foreman 's face , a short chopping left and a right hook . Ali 's eyes light up like white phosphorus . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- -LRB- to himself . -RRB- RIGHT NOW ! FOREMAN wrestles Ali into the center . And the most significant moments begin . SLO - MO : ALI ON THE LEFT + FOREMAN ON THE RIGHT . and Ali 's left hand is extended way behind him with the wrist bent , no power . As it passes his body , Ali converts it into a left hook . As he 's doing this , he 's dropping his left foot back . The left foot DOES NOT support a left hand . It 's for a right hand so the body can untorque across with the punch . And Ali is already cocking his right . Meanwhile , the left connects with Foreman 's jaw and raises his chin . As the left is departing Foreman 's chin , Ali launches the RIGHT . SLO - MO : AS ALI 'S RIGHT HAND comes in , Ali 's torso untorques , transitioning all 217 pounds to Ali 's left foot and putting that weight and power behind his right fist that crashes into George Foreman 's chin . and the impact transfers to Foreman 's skull . and Foreman 's head snaps around . He is gone . He is falling in a spiral . a metaphor for vertigo . turning downward into unconsciousness . And through the spiral , Ali has moved with him , pivoting with the falling Foreman , his right fist cocked to unload again if he has to . He never does . MASSIVE OVERHEAD : FOREMAN down . Ali is pushed into the corner by referee Zack Clayton . Foreman is counted out . Clayton raises Ali 's hand . 65,000 people go crazy ! TOTAL CHAOS Ali is seized by Rahaman , Dundee , Bundini . And in the corner , hardly seen by anybody , Ali , now , faints . Veronica , with a DON KING AIDE , is overcome . Tears stream down her face .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. THE ARENA</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As if finally released from the suspense , the sky opens . The monsoon begins .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. THE STREETS OF KINSHASA, OUTSIDE THE STADIUM, ZAIRIANS  NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>celebrate . The city is crazy with the air of liberation in the rain . People are drunk , bowing to one another , extending their arms and legs in strange gestures . Laughter . THUNDER is deafening in the downpour . People celebrate despite the storm , dancing on sidewalks on Rua Absini .</scene_description>
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    <stage_direction>EXT. KINSHASA ARENA - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Almost empty . The downpour . The last fans rip down one gigantic image of Mobutu .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MOBUTU'S PALACE - THREE MEN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>waiting , now rise . One , in Saville Row , is from a London Bank . The other is Bradley , the USIA/CIA character . The third is Idi Amin of Uganda . As everybody shakes hands , they sit down and servants appear . Everyone is pleased with themselves . BRADLEY . -LRB- in French . -RRB- Ce soir , le Zaire a été le sujet central dans le tous les centres européens . Félicitations , Monsieur le Président pour la vie . BRADLEY . -LRB- English translation . -RRB- Zaire was the center of the world tonight in every banking capital , all over Europe . Congratulations , President for Life . MOBUTU Yes . -LRB- then in Lingala to servant . -RRB- LONDON BANKER What 's on the menu ?</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CITROEN ON KINSHASA ROAD - ALI - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>rides through the downpour with Belinda and Bingham in the front seat . She gently holds , almost supports his hand . ALI . -LRB- low ; about them . -RRB- I do n't know what 's gon na happen . -LRB- beat . -RRB- Maan , everything is crazy . BELINDA . I did n't come this far to quit . They drive through a fishing village with dense foliage in part . Ali looks , sees . ALI 'S POV : WOMEN + SOME MEN have brought their children out into the rain to see the champion so they can say when they grow up they saw him pass by . Plastic or clothing protect the children from the rain . One man holds up his son . Ali rolls down the window .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. INTERCONTINENTAL HOTEL, BAR - DICK SADLER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>shouting French to the bartender . Folks who look like Jim Brown , Schulberg/Mailer types . hang out , half drunk . and argue about flights out with extortionate petty bureaucrats like Zairian Official # 2 . Flights have been cancelled , tickets rendered no good , passports confiscated , etc. . There 's a stoned Hunter Thompson/Bill Cardoso type with a couple of Zairian hookers . The Hunter Thompson type is not very discreetly smoking Congolese weed . REVEAL : IN THE BACK CORNER OF THE BAR ARE . DON KING + HERBERT MUHAMMAD . King is importuning Herbert , his hands work the air , gesticulating madly , building whole castles of hype and hustle . We ca n't hear what he 's saying . Herbert listens . Then Don King stops and looks at him , and Herbert nods his head `` yes . '' Then Herbert starts saying something and Don King nods his head `` yes . '' Whatever 's happening here , a deal for the future has been struck .</scene_description>
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  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ALI'S COMPOUND, N'SELE - ALI - PRE-DAWN</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Rain stopped . The cold , blue light is illuminated with magenta at its base as dawn starts to rise over the Congo River . WIDE : ALI in a pale green shirt and slacks , walks towards the water , followed by Zairians , teenagers , some kids who snuck into the compound , two older men . No media ; no elite ; no hype . One policeman who staggers , drunk . Ali does n't so much as walk to a destination as amble . He rubs the head of a 12 - year - old boy who starts shadowboxing five feet in front of him . ALI You think you got a chance , chump ? Now you in trouble . Ali begins to spar with the 12 - year - old , who is fast and knows a little bit about boxing . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- You even dream of beating me ? You better wake up and apologize ! Kid throws a punch . Ali collapses to his knees . ALI . -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- He too much for me ! Some laughter . Then Ali stands and puts his hand on the boy 's shoulder . He ambles with the group towards the river . The sun 's coming up on the other side . FADE TO BLACK .</scene_description>
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The film begins with Cassius Clay Jr. before his championship debut against then-heavyweight champion Sonny Liston. Clay taunts Liston, then dominates the early rounds of the match. Halfway through, he complains of a burning feeling in his eyes (implying that Liston has tried to cheat) and says he is unable to continue. However, his trainer/manager Angelo Dundee gets him to keep fighting. Once Clay is able to see again, he dominates the fight and Liston quits before round seven, making Clay the second-youngest heavyweight champion at the time after Floyd Patterson. Clay spends time with Malcolm X, then is invited to the home of Nation of Islam leader Elijah Muhammad, where he is granted the name Muhammad Ali. His father, Cassius Clay Sr. disapproves of this. Ali marries Sonji Roi, an ex-Playboy Bunny, although she is not Muslim and does not abide sex segregation. Ali goes to Africa and meets up with Malcolm X, but later refuses to speak to him, honoring the wishes of Elijah Muhammad. He is extremely distraught when X is later assassinated. Upon returning to America, Ali goes against Sonny Liston a second time and knocks him out in the first round. He and Sonji divorce after she objects to various obligations Muslim women have.Ali refuses conscription for the Vietnam War and is stripped of his boxing license, passport and title, and sentenced to five years in prison. Ali marries 17-year-old Belinda Boyd. After a three-year hiatus, his conviction is overturned and in his comeback fight, he goes against Jerry Quarry and wins by technical knockout in three rounds. Ali attempts to regain the heavyweight championship against Joe Frazier. In the "Fight of the Century", Frazier generally has the upper hand against Ali and wins by decision, the first loss of Ali's career. Frazier later loses the championship to George Foreman. Foreman and Ali go to Kinshasa, Zaire, for the Rumble in the Jungle fight. There Ali meets Veronica Porché and has an affair with her. After reading rumors of his infidelity through newspapers, his wife Belinda travels to Zaire to confront him about this. Ali says he is unsure as to whether he really loves Veronica or not, and just wants to focus on his upcoming title shot. For a good portion of the fight against Foreman, Ali leans back against the ropes, allowing Foreman to tire himself out. Then he knocks out the tired Foreman, regaining the Heavyweight Championship. The end of the credits mention that Muhammad Ali asked for the proceeds of this film to go to his longtime friend Ali Alsafar, a young dentist that Ali frequently visited to check on his 3.7 Class 1 restoration that received a crown after Ali's first championship fight.