Original subtitles

It never hurt this bad.

I have never had such pain.

I keep telling you, Nick, why don't you go in the dentist's

and have him yank it out?

Maybe it don't have to be yanked.

Then what's it ache for?

Bad weather always sets in that bad tooth.

Look, we're here. Won't take but a minute

to go in and have it yanked out.

Now... where you goin'?

I'm goin' over here to get some toothache medicine.

[hammer pounding]

Gimme a whiskey.

Ohh.

Mnh!

[Nick groaning]

I'll have a beer. I ain't got a toothache.

I'll have the same.

How's it feel?

[groans]

Well, now the whiskey's got it numb, why don't you go have it yanked?

-You won't feel a thing. -[mirthless chuckle]

[Irish accent] You gentlemen look in the prime of life

and physical fortitude.

Now, how'd you like to earn an easy five dollars?

Doing what?

Practicing the manly art of self-defense.

Test your strength, and prove your skill.

"Jack Kilbain versus Sam Driscoll, the Boston Terrier."

Which one are you?

Me? Neither!

Terrence O'Rafferty,

manager and trainer of Jack Kilbain,

who once stepped into the ring

with the immortal John L. Sullivan.

-Really? -Yes, gents!

The fight of the century,

sponsored by the Stockton Club at $50 a ticket!

Jack Kilbain versus Sam Driscoll,

bare knuckle, fight to the finish.

Oh, it'll be the biggest private boxing match

ever held west of the Mississippi.

Marquess of Queensberry rules--

that's no gouging or biting or kicking.

Now, are there any men among you

that would like to earn $5 as a sparring partner?

And the first man that stays three rounds with Jack Kilbain

wins this here gold piece.

Eh?

Oh, now, surely there must be some among you

that have done some fighting.

You can't all be lacking in the qualities of manhood.

There you go, Nick.

You could get your tooth knocked out, earn $5,

and save a trip to the dentist.

[coughing]

Heath, when are you gonna learn you're not funny?

Ah, he talks!

And I thought your friend was "deef" and dumb!

Give me another shot.

How 'bout that, Nick Barkley?

You're always stomping and throwing your weight around.

Now, why don't you mind your own business, Jonas?

You just happen to be a little bit sore

'cause I fired you off the ranch.

I'd do the same thing again if I ever see you

put a club to a horse, and don't you ever forget it!

[groans]

Now, here's a man offering you a fight. How 'bout it?

[chuckles softly] Well...

Here, here, here.

Didn't want to start no arguments!

If Stockton doesn't have a man to go three rounds with Jack Kilbain,

I'll just keep me gold piece.

We'll send to Sacramento-- for some men.

Well, I guess it's up to me, Nick.

Where do I sign up?

What do you want to do that for?

I used to box in the army.

What do you get for it? You get your brains knocked in

while some yahoo watches!

It might be a shame to turn the man down.

People might think there ain't no pride here in Stockton.

Pride?

Besides, the idea of a Barkley

knocking out the great Jack Kilbain,

that kind of tickles me.

-Right here? -Now, wait a minute!

If anybody's gonna fight in this family, it's gonna be me, Nick Barkley.

Oh, fine, fine. I'll see you at Brown's warehouse in 20 minutes.

It's gone!

Ha ha ha! It's gone!

Ha ha ha! It's gone!

♪♪ [theme]

Nick, I was just having fun.

I tricked you into this. Now, let's get out of here.

I signed up.

They can get somebody else. That guy's nobody to fool with.

There we go. There we go. Easy.

Well, uh, thank you very much, my friend,

but I'm afraid you don't win the $5.

It's three rounds you've got to stay. Three.

Heh heh. This way.

All right, Mr. Barkley, you're next.

Now, let's see what you can do.

Well, uh, he hits pretty hard.

I... may not be able to be much competition.

You wouldn't be trying to back out on me, now, would you?

Me? No, no, no.

Nick, you don't have to prove anything. Use your head.

Can't use my head.

Marquess of Queensberry rules.

You can't butt a man. Can't use my head.

[chuckles]

Jack Kilbain.

Nick Barkley.

There's my brother Heath-- Heath Barkley.

Mr. Rafferty, you-- you met Heath.

You ever fight before?

Me? No...

well, just, uh, army tournament stuff.

Nothing too much.

Hey, mister.

I'd like you to try to box Jack.

Make a move at you.

Don't be trying to take him out with one punch.

That way, you may last a few rounds, eh?

Right. Right!

Jack, I'd like you to move around a bit,

hold up on the punch,

make it last a little while.

Sharpen up your timing.

You need it, heh?

Oh, yeah.

That's pretty good punching, cowboy.

I get even better.

Nick!

Nick, that's enough!

Now you're gonna come to me.

Better get the seat of your pants ready then, cowboy,

-'cause you're gonna be sitting down. -Come on.

Now, isn't that enough?

NICK: You stay out of this, Heath.

Oh, Kilbain, I'm gonna get you with one of these

if it's the last thing I do.

Well, you gonna be next, cowboy?

No, thanks.

Rafferty, I've had it for one day.

I think I've had plenty. I don't know about you.

[groans]

Aw, Jack!

Jack, boy, lay down. Lay down.

Maybe you'll have a little more respect

for Stockton cowboys, huh, Kilbain?

Now, take it easy. It was a fluke.

I knew this would happen, I knew it!

Those two fights with Sam Driscoll-- Got pounded bad.

Get-- Get out of the way, will ya?

No, no, take it easy, Jack.

Just take it easy. Here we go.

I gotta finish the fight. He sent over a lucky one.

No, no, no. I quit.

Besides, you had me out on my feet.

No, don't worry about me, cowboy.

You just hit my bad side, turned out the lights for a minute.

It'll go away.

I don't want to intrude in your business, mister,

but I think he'd better be checked by a doctor.

Right.

-Me? -Yeah, you!

I been fightin' since I was 15 years old.

Ho, watch him!

Hey!

Now, we're going down to see Dr. Merar.

He's just down the street. I don't want any nos.

Okay.

Now, Heath, you get back to the ranch.

I'll be there as soon as I see he's all right.

Right.

Doc, I tell you, I can see as good as anything.

Will you just quiet down and stop arguing?

Now, follow my hand with your eyes.

No, no, no, don't-- don't move your head.

How much has he been hit on that side?

Who knows?

Jack's had over 100 fights. He could always take a punch.

Now I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know, Rafferty?

I'm thinking of Sam Driscoll.

He could hurt you bad.

He never saw the day.

Now, let me explain what has happened.

A blood clot has very probably formed

and is causing pressure there inside your head.

Well, how come I feel okay then?

-I could go out there right now and-- -NICK: Shut up!

Who's the doctor here, him or you?

I know how I feel.

If it's a blood clot, there's every chance it'll go away

and you'll be as good as ever.

I'm telling you this:

if you ever fight and get hit there,

that blood clot can move, not dissolve...

...and you'll be dead.

How do you know? Can you see inside my head?

No, Mr. Kilbain, I can't,

but I know something about concussion.

We'll cancel the fight.

Cancel the fight, after I put up the guarantee?

Every red cent I've got!

Jack, it makes no difference.

You've got to quit now, right now!

Shut up, Rafferty!

Quit talking like an old lady.

There's a man in San Francisco

who knows more about these concussions.

Get him!

W-wait a minute. I've got no money

to pay for any doctor from San Francisco!

I'll pay for it. Get him!

In a pig's eye, you will. I pay my own bills.

Now, get out of the way.

Jack, you've got to listen!

Look, I know we're broke,

but quittin's better than puttin' your life on the line.

Think of Mary and Johnny.

I'm fighting Sam Driscoll.

Then you're fighting him alone.

I'm taking the next train back to New York.

I'll have no part of you getting yourself killed.

Well, okay, Rafferty. Go ahead.

Go ahead, walk out on me. I don't need you!

[knocking on door]

Well, I 'll bet you're looking at the picture of your pa in there.

-Yeah. -Is he in?

Pop's sleeping. He's in training right now, and...

Hello, I'm Mrs. Kilbain.

Mrs. Kilbain! May I speak to you a minute, please?

I'm Nick Barkley.

I'm the man responsible for your husband being hurt this afternoon.

Hurt?

Yes.

He didn't tell me anything.

Oh, I see. Uh...

Well, uh...

Well...

Uh, won't you come in?

Right.

Johnny, I want you to take this downstairs

and get a newspaper for your father for when he wakes up.

All right, Mom.

Where was he hurt?

In the left-hand side of his head,

where Driscoll hit him before.

Doctor says if he fights again,

well... well, he could be hurt pretty badly.

Oh, dear God.

You've got to make him quit.

And if you're worried about the guarantee money you put up,

there is a way of getting that back, you know.

My brother's a lawyer, and--

I'm not lookin' for a lawyer, mister!

The doctor said you're in no condition to fight!

I'm in good enough condition

to throw you out of that window. Now, get out of here!

Jack, honey, you didn't tell me anything about getting hurt.

If a doctor told you to quit, then why--

Mary, since we're talking over family business

in front of strangers, I'll make you a promise--

after I beat Driscoll, I'll quit.

Now, you can put Johnny in school, like you wanted to,

and we'll settle down.

But don't ask me to cancel this fight.

Now, what good is that gonna do

if what the doctor says is true and you get killed?

I've had over 140 fights. Nobody's killed me yet!

And one lousy punch almost did it today,

and it was my lousy punch,

and I don't happen to like that!

What do you want me to do, crawl on my belly?

Ask her brother for a job

in his saloon, tending bar?

You seem to be more worried about yourself

than your wife and your son.

You take on a lot of nerve, cowboy.

Just because you landed one lucky punch...

All right, all right. Will you take a job?

That is, if you're not afraid of work.

Jack, listen to him, please.

We've got an empty house on the ranch.

You can live there and earn a very decent wage.

I'm not a ranch hand!

Well, at least take it until you decide!

You don't have to give up anything--

you can go on training.

Now, ranch work is the greatest builder in the world--

keep you really in shape.

Jack, please.

If you want to give it up later, you can,

go back to what you want to do.

You can go back to fighting.

But give it a try.

Hi, Pop. I brought you the paper.

Say, you ought to hear all the people in town talking about you,

the way you fought Sailor Haggerty and Sullivan and--

I'll, uh...

I'll be expecting you, huh?

Ma'am.

What's going on, Pop?

Well, we're gonna go live on a ranch for a while, son.

Kilbain, why don't you step up on your horse.

We've got to pull some cattle out of the hills, all right?

All right.

Uh... Kilbain.

-Uh, Kilbain. -Kilbain...

you might have a little more luck

if you try the other side here.

-This side over here. -Oh.

Whoa, whoa, there. Whoa!

Jack! Jack, the rein!

Whoa.

Jack, wait a minute. Hold it, hold it.

Wait a minute.

Give your horse to Hank here. Let him put him up.

You go on over to the blacksmith's shop

and see if Heath needs some help. I think he does.

All right?

Right over there.

Come on. Gid'up.

Did you ever shoe a horse?

[clears throat] Well, I...

can't say I have.

There's nothing to it.

Take this and clean the hoof off

and get him ready for trim.

Go ahead.

Turn around the other way, then tap him behind the leg.

He'll lift it.

[blower whirring]

[horse whinnies, Kilbain groans]

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

But next time, I may tap him on the nose.

Uh, you stand still, blast you.

If it's got to be done, it's got to be done.

[milk splashing]

[mooing]

[cow bellowing]

I'm sorry, Jack. I should have told you

you have to hobble a cow before you milk her.

I'm not a milkmaid, Nick Barkley,

nor a farmhand! I'm a fighter!

Wait a minute. There's no reason to get upset.

Cows are like some fighters, you know?

You've got to outwit 'em.

You're not gonna let a cow beat Jack Kilbain, are you?

Not without a good fight.

[chuckles]

Here. Be careful, plate's hot.

-I said be careful! -[knock at door]

Oh, hello, Mrs. Barkley!

-Mary. Mr. Kilbain. -Mrs. Barkley.

I hope your family likes pears.

Our trees were loaded this year.

Do you know we put up almost a hundred quarts?

That's very kind of you,

but I don't have any fruit jars.

-Let me bring you some. -Oh, thank you.

We don't need it, Mrs. Barkley.

I mean, you've made one small mistake--

we're not charity cases.

Jack, please.

Living in this house rent-free is bad enough,

but if it's pears Mary 's after,

she can wait till after the fight and buy 'em.

Oh, Mr. Kilbain, you don't understand

what neighbors mean to each other

and what they do for each other in this part of the country,

but perhaps you haven't lived out here long enough.

Mrs. Barkley, everything my family owns,

I earned with these.

I don't owe anybody anything,

and I've never taken any handouts.

And I'm not about to change.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

Mary.

Mrs. Barkley.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Jack, how can you be so bullheaded?

Ohh.

You'd better sit down and eat your breakfast, son.

MARY: You too.

You're not gonna grow if you don't eat.

You're not sick, are you?

Johnny?

What's the matter with you?

Pop.

How come you hang around here doing ranch work?

Are you gonna quit the fight?

Johnny, that's--

Where'd you get such a notion?

I rode in town with Mr. Barkley,

and some of the people were talking.

They said you were going to.

You're all mixed up, son.

That's the silliest story I ever heard.

Me quit?

Jack, if you don't tell him, I will.

Tell him what?

About the doctor.

What doctor, Pop?

Mary, you don't know what you're talking about.

-Jack, the doctor said-- -Mary, he wasn't serious.

Only a woman wouldn't know he was joking.

Pop, is there something wrong?

No, no, no. The doctor said something about my head, but he was kidding.

As a matter of fact, I'm in such good shape,

he was gonna put a bet on me himself!

Now, you eat your breakfast.

Well, I, uh... I guess I'd better be getting to work.

Jack.

You're lying-- to Johnny, to me, to yourself!

Mary, there's absolutely nothing wrong with me.

Jack, is that the truth?

Oh, Jack, don't be wrong.

Please.

Oh, please, don't be wrong.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, farmer!

Yeah, you, farmer! Ha ha ha!

-Pop, is that... -Yeah, that's him.

Well, look at that! Kilbain got himself a job loading wagons!

What'll they pay you, two bits a day?

[laughter]

Sweeping out barns and milking cows--

Finally found your proper calling, eh, Jack?

Ha ha ha ha!

I see you've still got the same big mouth, haven't you, Driscoll?

I hear you're backing out of the fight.

What's the matter, you scared?

Ha ha ha!

Say, those jobs are so hard to find,

maybe I can put a word in for you,

Sweeping out saloons! Ha ha ha!

You can put your kid out in the street,

dancing for pennies!

Ha ha ha ha!

Hold it! Hold it!

Hold it!

There's no money in street fightin'!

What about it, Kilbain, you gonna back out?

All right, Jack, they just want to get you riled up. Now, come on.

That's where you're wrong, Driscoll.

You're gonna get all the fight you can stomach.

Where's Flaherty, his manager?

He had to leave town.

Ha ha ha ha!

Come on, everybody, the drinks are on me!

[happy chatter]

Aw, come on, forget it. Come on.

We'd better get our stuff.

We're gonna be moving back into town.

We've got a lot of training to do.

What are you doing?

What would you do if a man called you a liar?

-Try me and find out. -You're a liar!

You said you weren't hurt,

yet you didn't see the handle of this fork.

Matter of fact, you can't see anything from that side, now can you?

Get out of here with your tricks, will you?

I've got a fight to train for.

Jack, if there was a chance to get out of this,

-would you take it? -Out of what?

Don't play dumb with me.

You're not in this thing to win.

You're in this to get your guarantee money back,

because you don't have the train fare

to send your wife and boy back to New York.

I'm fighting because I'm a fighter.

All right.

If there was a chance to get that guarantee money back,

would you take it?

Driscoll would see me dead before he'd give me a nickel.

Uh-huh.

Well, what about widow's money for Mary

in case that blood clot all of a sudden decides to break loose?

Get out of here. You got nothin' to say to me.

All right, all right.

One way to get that guarantee money back

is if someone shows up in that ring, right?

Yeah, that's right.

All right.

I'll fight Sam Driscoll.

You?

Yeah, me.

You don't belong in the same ring with him, cowboy.

More than you do.

You still got that blind side.

Just don't worry about me, huh?

Come on, come on, get in the buggy, son.

Jack, why don't you stay here and train?

We can fix up a little place in the barn.

Besides, your wife Mary and your son here,

they like the house pretty well, don't they?

Keep your favors and get out of my way.

Now, wait a minute!

You need a manager, you need someone to train with.

And I 'll do it for...

Rafferty's 10%, all right?

You? A fight manager?

Mm-hmm.

I've followed the fight game since I was...

well, as small as this one here.

And, uh... well, besides,

where else could you find such a great sparring partner, huh?

Huh?

Well?

Here you go, son.

Jack!

Not too much with those weights.

I don't want you tying yourself up.

That's fine with me.

Soak your hands in salt water?

Brine thick enough to pickle a hog.

One split knuckle would be the end of it, you know?

Don't worry about that.

Start punching this bag. Make believe it's Driscoll.

Keep punching till I tell you to quit. Go ahead.

-Want to break, stranger? -Yeah, I 'll break.

Never thought we'd be going out of the ranching business, did you, heath?

You lose a good foreman, things are bound to go right downhill.

You mean like if he gets interested in other things

so that the south pasture well doesn't get dug out

and the busted fencing stays busted?

Yep.

Nine and fifteen.

Very sloppy, but effective.

HEATH: Funny, a man raised on a ranch

suddenly loses interest in it.

You'd think managing a ranch would be enough managing for any man.

Very funny, boys.

So I'm going into the prize fight business.

Well, now, don't you think for one minute

that I can't handle this ranch too.

And I wouldn't worry too much about Kilbain either.

His doctor is getting him an instrument

that can tell whether the blood clot is still there.

Nick, we're not worried about the ranch or Kilbain.

We're worried about you, Nick.

Maybe you're getting in too deep,

and if something happens to Kilbain,

you're gonna blame yourself.

Anyway, all we're trying to tell you is,

no matter how deep you get, we're with you all the way.

Why didn't you say that before?

We just did. Step aside.

Ha ha ha ha!

Jack.

What were you doing?

Reflexes.

I was seeing if I was dropping my shoulder

or carrying my chin too high.

Well, why were you moving your hand in front of your face?

I told you, Mary, reflexes.

Is that all?

Honey, Nick's waiting to take me to the fight.

Jack...

I don't want you to fight Driscoll.

Mary, I told you, it's for you and Johnny. It's the last time.

I don't want you taking chances with your life.

You tell Nick to call the fight off.

Don't ask that.

I am asking it.

And if you don't, I'm gonna take Johnny

and go to my sister's in Sacramento.

-Mary, I-- -I mean it.

Mary, I haven't got time to argue.

But you'll see-- I'll take Driscoll inside of five rounds.

Jack, you know I love you.

Then you'll stay?

No.

Well, Heath, she'll be back pretty soon.

-How do you feel? -Oh, I feel fine.

You couldn't be sharper than right now.

Just remember to keep that left up

and protect that blind spot, huh?

I won't forget.

Tell me something:

how smart would you say Driscoll was?

-Driscoll? -Mm-hmm.

Well, he's dumber than I am.

How do you mean?

He'd kick his grandmother upstairs.

Well, now, if he thought you had a cut, a bruise,

or a weak spot, would he go after it?

Like a shark smelling blood.

Oh.

Oh, well.

Where do you think you could take a pounding the best?

The ribcage, huh?

All right, now, let's just give him a target.

I've got some stuff in the barn I use for horses

that'll raise the most convincing

black-and-blue mark you ever saw.

You're a smart cowboy.

You might even make a fight manager.

[chuckles]

Be right back.

Today's the big day, huh?

Yeah.

How's the eye?

I'll be carrying my left hand high.

No, no. You're gonna protect those ribs.

You show him you're scared of that left side,

he's gonna pound you there all day.

Now, Jack was telling me that Driscoll is like a shark,

so we figured we'd give him a little bait.

Is this part of the strategy?

Uh-huh. I'll tell you about it on the way.

[knock on door]

-Oh, Mary, how nice! -Hello, Mrs. Barkley.

Come in. I was just about to have some coffee.

Oh, no, thank you. I just came to say goodbye.

Johnny and I are leaving for Sacramento on the 9:00 train.

You're leaving before the fight?

Well, yes.

Well... can you tell me what's happened?

Well, I have a sister who lives in Sacramento.

Oh, I've been promising to see her,

show Johnny off.

She's never seen Johnny. He was born in New York.

All right, that's not true.

I'm leaving Jack.

He thinks more of fighting than he does of Johnny and me.

-Oh, no, Mary, that's not true! -It is!

Mrs. Barkley, I can't take it anymore.

Fighting means more to him than his own life,

and I am no good at waiting--

waiting for one good punch from Sam Driscoll

or some other fighter!

I want to be far away.

Well, Mary, distance isn't going to put you far away from him.

Why don't you wait until after the fight

-and have a talk with him, and then-- -No, I've talked.

He's made his decision, and I've made mine.

-Mary, if-- -No, please, Mrs. Barkley.

Hey, Kilbain, I saw your wife at the train station.

Looks like she's got sense enough to leave a loser.

All right, men, come to the center.

Kilbain, if you've got an injury,

there'll be no contest, no fight, and all bets off.

Looks much worse than it is. Come on, let's go.

What are you trying to do, back out, Kilbain?

Just watch me.

I'll have to take a look.

I said it's all right. Come on, let's go.

Well, all right.

You fellows know the rules that govern boxing in this country.

I want a good, honest, clean fight--

No gouging of the eyes, no butting with the head,

and no blows beneath the beltline.

Any questions?

Yeah, he fouled me in Tonopah, Nevada.

You gonna watch that?

Anyone commits a foul will be disqualified

and the purse will be forfeited.

Now, shake hands and go back to your corners.

When the bell rings, come out fighting.

Don't try to make any false claims on me.

[spectators cheering]

Gentlemen,

this contest is scheduled for 25

3-minute rounds

and one-minute rest periods,

under the Marquess of Queensberry rules.

Introducing, in this corner, Jack Kilbain!

[cheers and applause]

And his opponent, Sam Driscoll!

[cheers and applause]

[bell dings]

[spectators shouting]

[spectators reacting]

[spectators reacting]

[distant shouting]

[spectators shouting]

[spectators reacting]

[distant shouting]

Break it up!

[spectators reacting]

[all shouting]

Get away from him, Sam! Get away from him!

Three... four...

BARNEY: Get him!

His right! Work on his right, Jack!

[spectators react]

CROWD: Ohh!

REFEREE: One... two...

[bell dings]

Get that stool up here!

[indistinct comments]

We'll get him now, Sam, we'll get him now.

Jack, it's all over.

His manager's gonna realize what that right did to you.

Do you hear me? Do you understand me, Jack? It's all over!

His head!

The weak spot is in his head, Sam, you got that?

Bang him on the left side of the head!

You've got him punchy!

Work on those ribs, keep him low!

No, no, no! That's where he wants it!

Get him in the left side of the head--

The left side, got it?

[ding]

I'm throwing in the towel!

[spectators cheer]

Get him, Sam!

[Barney shouting instructions]

Sam, in the head! The left side of the head!

[distant shouting]

[spectators shouting]

BARNEY: The head! The head!

The left, Sam!

That a boy, Sam!

Left!

[spectators shouting]

[spectators react]

[indistinct shout]

BARNEY: Get him, Sam, get him!

[spectators shouting]

BARNEY: That a boy, Sam!

[spectators shouting]

Jack, hold on!

Hold on! Hold on, Jack!

MAN: Get him!

[ding]

[distant cheers]

-Mary. -Please, Mrs. Barkley.

Mary, sometimes it's difficult being a woman.

We don't always know what goes on inside a man--

what he thinks, what he needs.

To get himself killed-- is that what he needs?

He'll be dead, and for no other reason than his stubborn pride!

Well, what would you do, Mrs. Barkley?

I don't know.

I don't know if I'd act any different.

I just don't know.

But I think it's wrong.

You see, Mary,

if you take away a man's pride,

he might as well be dead.

Your place is with him, Mary, no matter what.

-[spectators shouting] -NICK: Jack, listen to me--

Every time he throws a right at your blind side, he tips it--

He steps out and back with his right foot.

Now, Heath and I will tell you when to throw your right

'cause we'll see it coming. All right, now,

when we say "now," you step back and let go with a right.

You got that now? Have you got it?

[bell dings]

Ha ha ha! You'll get him now!

Now, get in there and get him!

Jack, are you sure you understand?

When we say "now," you step back and let go with the right.

Your fighter's got to answer the bell, mister, do you hear me?

Remember that. "Now"--

Step back, let go with a right.

-Go on. -[spectators cheer]

Come on, punchy, I'll give you a bite of these!

Sam, the head!

[spectators shouting]

Now!

Now!

...two... three...

four... five...

six... seven...

eight...

Now!

Now!

[cheers and applause]

One... two...

three... four...

five... six...

seven... eight...

nine... ten.

Out.

♪♪ [band plays jolly tune]

Oh, I'm glad you came back, Mary.

If you hadn't, it all would have meant nothing.

I could never leave you, Jack.

Johnny and I will always be with you.

You know, I've been thinking.

As long as a man has some brains left,

he ought to be able to use them for something else

besides a target.

You don't mind if I don't go on and fight

for the championship do you?

-JOHNNY: No! -MARIE: Oh, Jack!

I guess I'm just bull-headed, honey,

but it was a decision I had to make myself.

Well, I've got me some money now.

I guess I 'll try something else.

What, Pop?

I don't know.

But we'll do all right, son.

-You ever think about being a farmer? -Farmer?

Uh-huh. You put about half of that stubbornness of yours into being a farmer,

and you might wind up being a very prosperous man.

Say, isn't that place down by Frenchman's Creek still available?

Sure is. And from what they're askin',

it could be quite a bargain.

Well, maybe you got something there, cowboy.

See you later.

See you, Jack.

Ohh...

Oh, no.

Oh, not that tooth again.

Ohh!

Come on, I'll buy you a beer.

Whiskey.

[groaning]

♪♪ [theme]