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See, Mickey is a great kid.

Look at him standing there, proud as a king.

I'm sure he is, Gary.

I can understand why he had his heart set on coming here.

There's something about the music and the respect played.

- The flag gets under your skin. - Sure that.

Every phase of cadet life is designed to be inspirational.

We concentrate on teaching them the meaning of honor,

patriotism, and self-respect.

Yes, sir, I can believe that.

Oh, by the way, major.

- How's the kid doing? - Excellent, Mr. Farrel.

You'll be proud of his progress.

You can say that again, that boy got what it takes.

Yes, to hear him talk, you'd think he's the dad.

Any time you don't want the job, I'll take it.

Oh, by the way, additional expenses.

- A little Biff? - Yes, for uniforms, books, and so forth.

You'll find it all itemized.

I'll take care of this, I'll mail you a check.

Thank you for letting us watch the wheels go around.

Not at all, parents of our cadets are always welcome.

- Good day, sir. - Good day.

- Good day. - Good day.

I told you to take dough to keep making this joint.

He's only been here a while, and you got Biffed.

This is a high-class place, it costs dough to keep a kid here.

- Dad. - Hello, lovely son, how are you?

- How are you, general? - How are you doing, Biff?

Gee, Dad, I'm glad to see you and Biff.

If you'd been here sooner,

you could have watched this much in review.

- We saw you through the window. - Yes, you looked proud and handsome.

- How do you like it so far, Mickey? - Gee, Dad, it's super.

This is the real thing.

Not just pretending like when I was home.

You used to put Biff and me through stiff military training.

If you take this military stuff like you pour it on, you'll be fine.

I can take it, but I'm worried about you, Biff.

I'm afraid you'll get sloppy

when I'm not there to keep you on your toes.

Oh, general, you know I wouldn't be like that.

Don't worry, I'll keep him on his toes.

- That's an order from Mr. Perry. - Yes, sir.

Dad, you and Biff, come on up and see my room.

I'll get permission from the commandant.

No, we haven't got time now.

We were on a round that took us nearby, we dropped in to say hello.

Gee, I'm glad you're happy about it.

I bet you're giving the other guys a mark to shoot at.

- We'll be seeing you. - Come again as soon as you can.

I'll do that.

- Keep your chin up, general. - All right.

- Gee looks swell in his uniform. - Yes.

My boy.

For a guy who works for a living, you sure have swell ideas.

I tell you, Gary, you can't do it.

- Can't do what? - Keep Mickey in that school.

It costs more than you make, and your savings won't last at this rate.

Yes, I know.

If that garage deal hadn't fallen, everything would've been all right.

I got to keep making that school.

He'll get breaks in life I never got.

Working after school, check and sodas, paper routes.

That's the way Mary and I planted before she died.

- I'll not let her down. - I know how you feel.

- What will you use for money? - I don't know.

I'll work it out somehow.

Say, Biff,

I got an idea.

- It better be honest. - It is.

The boxing tournament the company's pulling.

There's a $500 prize in a heavyweight class.

Are you kidding?

- Those mugs will murder you. - I don't know about that.

I've always been able to hold up my end in a fight.

I know you have, but you'll be against guys who can box.

- That's different from an ordinary brawl. - So what, a fight is a fight.

If I can get that prize, I'll pay enough in advance

to give me a chance to get the rest together.

What can I lose?

Nothing much, maybe an eye or two.

Hey, Biff.

I'm friendly with Pop Turner, who runs a company gym.

He knows a professional game backward.

Maybe he can wise me on a point or two.

This is the first time I've heard a guy asking for advice

on how to get murdered.

Gary, you will run up against competition in that tournament.

I expect that, Pop.

The company wouldn't be putting up a $500 prize just to give away the dough.

No use, you can't convince him.

He won't be happy till he wakes up in the hospital.

You have a workout with one of the boys and we'll see what you got.

Gee, thanks, Pop.

Callahan, come here.

- Yes, Pop. - Meet Gary Farrel.

- How are you? - Hi, Callahan.

- I want you to go rounds with him. - It'll be a pleasure.

Go to the locker room, get a pair of trunks and headgear.

Thanks, Pop.

Remember, Sparky, this is only a workout.

Don't worry, I won't hurt your little protege.

You know Gary's a swell guy, but he's attempting to get his head in

because he needs the dough to keep his kid in military school.

What will you do with a guy like that?

Help him win that dough if we can.

No, I'm afraid he hasn't got it, Biff.

Hanging up, Gary?

No, Pop.

Not yet.

Biff.

Swell, wow!

- I'm sorry if I hurt him. - If you did, you know nothing about it.

He's out cold.

It looks like he'll be out all night without going anywhere.

Go get dressed, come into my office, and we'll talk about that tournament.

When he comes to it, explain to him what happened, will you?

Okay, Pop.

Wake up.

Gary, if you learn how to defend yourself,

you might cop the heavyweight title in that tournament.

Couldn't you teach me how?

In my time, I taught a few who became top notches.

I know you have, that's why I'd like you to handle me.

On one condition, Gary.

- What's that? - You'll do what I tell you to.

- Anything you say goes to me. - It's a deal.

Okay, Pop, thanks, I'll be seeing you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss.

You shouldn't be knocking me down like that.

Oh, nobody knocked you down.

- You fell. - What else could I do?

You rudely took the doorknob out of my hand.

Oh, I said I was sorry, didn't I?

Besides, you shouldn't be peeking in keyholes.

Well, of all the nerds.

What a right, hope she doesn't enter the tournament.

- Hey, who does he think he is? - It's Gry Farrel, one of my truck drivers.

He's nice.

What brings you here?

Anytime Pop comes out of retirement, there's a story in it.

- You know I'm a sports editor. - No story this time.

I'm not in the fight game anymore. Oh, no?

Pop, who trained three world champions,

is now an athletic instructor for the Braddock Trucking Company.

Why, you know the right answers to give.

Well, I had to go to work.

Some of my investments blew up in my face.

Nothing could get you back in the fighting racket.

Not even if, in the tournament, I covered a boy with Dempsey's punch?

Hey, you're not a reporter.

You're a mind reader.

Gary, you put yourself up to the finals.

Do you like a winner?

Hey, Pop, I can't lose.

You'll break one fan's heart if you do.

- I saw Mickey out at ringside with Biff. - Yes, I couldn't keep them away.

Gee, Biff, wouldn't it be swell to see dad win the championship?

It sure would, but don't you feel bad if you see him slapped around at first

because he takes a few while he's sizing up the other guy

before he lays them on ice.

I won't be worried, my dad's got everything.

He can take it.

He's got a son who isn't exactly as salty.

- Kip Morgan. - Hello Linda, how are you?

What are you doing out here?

I thought you'd die

if you didn't breathe the Broadway monoxide.

No, looking for the boys, you can't tell where you find a gold mine.

So I've heard, although I've never done any prospecting.

Pardon me, I'd like you to know Miss Langdon.

Rita, this is Miss Martin.

- Charmed, I'm sure. - Are you really?

Linda is one of our newspaper women.

How thrilling!

It has its moments like bricklaying and gold-digging.

Come on, dad.

Come on, kill him in one go.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The main event of the evening

for the heavyweight championship of the tournament.

For the Atlantic Trucking Company, at 195 pounds,

StokerCooley.

At 196 pounds,

the pride of the Braddock Trucking Company,

Gary Farrel.

Remember, Gary, stay in this style until you see a chance to punch?

Say that pride at a trucking company looks interesting.

I think he's dynamite.

It might be fun to attach a match to him and watch the explosion.

Model girls don't play with matches.

Dad.

- Come on, lay him out of it. - Get that pride, Gary.

Come on, Gary.

- Two, three, four. - Come on, dad.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

You should take your time before you get murdered.

Okay.

Hook that right, hook him.

Rita, would you mind going home alone?

I'll try to see him after the fight.

- Are you okay, Gary? - Oh, Pop. I'm all right.

Don't lie to me, kid.

- I wouldn't. - Okay.

Go, dad, you can do it!

`When I join Farrel, I'll pick on him.

With that punch of his, he can't beat.

Come on, dad, yes!

Come on, let's go!

There he goes.

Left, Gary.

Pop!

Go force him on the ropes, Gary!

Gary, my man!

Four.

Six, seven.

Eight.

Nine, ten.

- Dad! - Well, Mickey, how'd you like it?

Gee, dad, it's super.

- You're the champ. - Somehow the champ, I guess.

You could let your worst day go if I ever got the chance, I bet you.

That's a big order, I bet. Thanks, Biff.

- Don't forget you got prize money waiting. - I won't forget.

That's the most important money I ever made.

- Oh, so it's you again? - Yes, no wisecracks.

I'm sorry, Miss.

Did you hurt yourself?

It's my feelings.

You have a habit of flooring people.

I was lucky tonight.

Pop. Come here, will you?

I've knocked this lady down twice, don't you think I need an introduction?

- How about it? - Go ahead.

I might know the guy if he'll keep knocking me down.

Attach weights?

Miss Linda Martin, meet Mr. Gary Farrel.

- How do you do, Gary? - Hello, Linda.

Mickey, come here, son.

Meet the rest of the family, come on, son.

- This is my boy, Mickey. - Hello, Mickey.

- I bet you feel mighty proud of your dad. - I sure do.

- I bet he's proud of you, too. - Whatever gave you that idea.

It's time for you to scram, in fact, you shouldn't be here.

Who made the rule

to keep women reporters out of fighters' dressing rooms?

The board of censors.

- Gary's got to get dressed. - You'll not send me away without a story.

Why give you one when I didn't give the other reporters?

We're hungry, now scram.

Besides, we got a dinner date over at Morris Tavern.

Okay, Pop, see you later.

You know, Pop, I like her.

I wonder if she'd go out with me sometime.

How about tonight at the tavern?

Okay. Well,

That's my proposition.

If I didn't think you had possibilities, I wouldn't handle you.

What do you say?

How about it, Pop?

It sounds like a good proposition for both of us.

It'll mean an awful lot of hard work.

You'll have to live according to the rules.

No drinking and no cigarettes.

You'll not call your life your own.

Don't say yes unless you intend to go through with it.

You ought to be flattered.

Kip Morgan is the best and square fight manager in the business.

I wouldn't have thought it possible, one fight and a champ.

Take it easy, I'll settle for a lot less.

What are you saying?

You'll make money that the government won't know what to do with it.

If you're interested, drop by my office tomorrow.

We'll fix up the papers.

Come on, dad, do it.

Okay.

Pardon me, champ, this champagne is for you.

It comes from the lady at the table over there.

Will you pour me a drink?

I'll be right back.

- Thanks very much, Miss… - Miss Rita Langdon.

Glad to know you, Rita.

- Would you like to join our party? - I'd love to.

- Rita, this is Miss… - I've already had the pleasure.

I met Miss Langdon.

This is Pop Turner and Biff Benham.

Incoming heavyweight champion of the world, Gary Farrel.

Thanks, Pop.

Miss Linda, now we should have dad bring you out

to visit me someday at school.

You've got yourself a date, soldier.

What's the joke, son?

I've just dated your girl, dad.

Starting young, ain't he?

What's that?

Mickey, I didn't know a little boy who keeps a place so neat and clean.

Me and my wife had inspections this morning.

Oh, you and you…

You and your what?

Wife is the cadet's slang for a roommate.

Don't startle your daddy that way.

He almost went down to the couch.

- I think she's super, don't you? - We could do a lot worse.

- Hey, what are you two whispering about? - You'll find out someday.

Mickey hinted that a certain lady met his approval.

Oh, dad!

You aren't supposed to tell everything you know.

I'm glad he did

because I know a young man who rates very high with me, too.

Maybe you'd pinch-hit for me while I'm away at training camp.

- Keep Mickey from getting lonesome. - That's the easiest task I've had.

How about dinner and a movie once in a while?

Gee, that would be super.

How long will you be away, dad?

If I go to Big Pines training camp, a month.

You could call me once in a while, couldn't you?

There's a phone in the hall and I wrote the number down for you.

Okay, son, I'll phone you every chance I get.

- After every fight? - That'll make it pretty late, won't it?

Not if I give permission.

A lot of cadets get late calls.

Okay, son, I'll phone you after every fight.

- Win, lose, or draw? - You'll always win, I bet you.

- Dad. - Huh?

I could keep her for you while you're away.

That'll be swell.

Hey, listen, it's only temporary.

Come on.

Come on, Gary.

Come on, Gary.

That's it, come on, rule that fight now.

Come on.

You did in the first round?

He did it again, fellas.

He knocked out Macduff in the first round.

Yes.

Nice going, Pop, goodbye.

Kip's cooking a match for you within your hands.

- This Koko Kid's a tough customer. - They don't come too tough for me.

Isn't Gary a hunky?

- I'm going to throw a party for him. - I warn you to leave him alone.

- Jealous? - Jealous?

Don't be silly, you know how we stand.

You talk like I was poisoned.

A mono with a guy like Gary.

I don't have to stand for such insults.

You don't have to, but you will.

Listen, I like having you around for lust,

but don't think you've been kidding me.

All I ask you to do is leave him alone.

Put down your pick and shovel, there'll be no goal.

I don't know why you have to talk to me like this.

I'm sure I've never done anything to deserve it.

- I've always been on the square with you. - Not really.

- That's it, Gary. - Oh, that kid's good tonight, Dony.

Gary round him up, don't let him get away.

Oh, Gary!

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Gary beat the Koko Kid!

Did you hear that, fellas?

Dad killed the Koko Kid in the first round.

- Yes! - Quiet.

What did you say, champ?

Champ, not champ yet.

Okay, good night, son.

Guys, he's a swell kid.

Hey, get this, fellas.

World well-known contender

for a world's ring title refuses to fight his challenger on the grounds

that such a bow would be a financial failure.

Can it be that this contender is covering up a wide streak of yellow?

Am I laughing?

That's a dirty lie.

I'm not afraid of anybody.

Who does that newspaper dame think she is?

You're a chump to blow your top.

You're confirming you're the guy she meant.

Who doesn't know she was talking about me?

Farrel's manager, Kip,

throws a challenge at me every morning before breakfast.

What are you grinning at?

Nothing in particular.

You women sure like to be mysterious.

-I could wring that dame's neck, -You'll never have a better chance.

There is Linda Martin sitting there.

Take it easy, Bomber.

- Don't stick your neck out. - Shut up!

I'm going to tell her off now.

Why are you a cheap pencil pusher, you can't get away with that.

- Who are you talking to? - I'm not talking to you, sit down.

- Oh, yes, you are. - Okay, chump, you asked for it.

- Thanks, I'll see you at the office. - What's the idea?

Let's get out of here before they turn in a riot cop.

Wait, there's something funny about this, come clean.

- The pluck you laid low was Bomber Brown. - The Bomber?

Yes.

- I'd like him to duck a match with you. - Do you mean I've been framed?

You've been framed into a match with a contender.

- Darling, I could kiss you. - Not in front of these people.

Come on.

No wonder Garvin phoned this morning, offering Gary a match with the Bomber.

You're a champ.

Now, can I go up to Big Crimes Camp and interview Gary?

- That's for the councilman only. - Forget I'm a girl.

I'm only a reporter going up for a sports story.

You wouldn't be falling for him?

- Whatever gave you that idea. - That's what I thought.

- You can see him when he isn't training. - Don't be ungrateful.

- How will I interview him? - Use the telephone.

Thanks, Cupid.

Hey, Kip,

when you pass by a butcher shop, buy yourself a heart, will you?

Hey, Pop, look what's coming.

Sorry, I'm late, Pop.

We found her down the road with car trouble.

- She wants to use our phone. - Okay, go on, Sparky's waiting for you.

Thanks, Gary, you've been a darling.

I do hope you'll call and see me when you're in town.

I'll do so, you're liable to find sap in the morning.

Am I intruding?

You certainly are.

- You'll find the phone in the house. - Thank you.

- That girl sure knows her way around. - Yes.

- What's the trouble with her car? - Spark plugs missing.

What are you talking about?

That's impossible.

I said she knew her way around, didn't I?

Oh.

- Hey, Pop. - Huh?

It looks like ladies' day.

- Hi, Biff. - Hello, Linda.

Hi, Pop.

Now, don't scold me.

Kip said I could interview Gary.

He didn't say he'd come out here to do it.

- Not exactly. - I thought not.

Get back in your buggy and scram.

After coming all the way out here?

Come on, don't be an old meanie.

- Hello, Tits. - Hello, you big hunk of a man?

- Get going, we got work to do. - Okay, Pop.

Goodbye, Linda.

Say that Pop is on the warpath today, isn't he?

- Yes, mostly about that Langdon gir. - Rita Langdon?

Yes, she's up the house telephoning now.

- What's she doing up here? - I don't think she came here for the ride.

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

Come here!

Keep that locked up.

If you don't protect your chin better, that Bomber will tear your head off.

Don't worry about me, I can take all he's got.

No backtalk, I'm giving orders here.

- Try it again. - Okay.

Oh, Mr. Turner.

- Yes, Miss Langdon. - Line was busy.

- The operator will call me. - That won't be necessary.

Miss Martin's driving back to town, I'm sure she'd be glad to give you a lift.

I'd be delighted.

- Oh. - Come on, cutie.

Goodbye, Gary.

- Come on. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Nice going.

Hey, Major.

This completes only half of your son's tuition, Mr. Farrel.

When may we expect the balance?

Would it be all right, Major, if I gave you a cheque after the fight?

When is the fight?

Saturday night.

- That'll be all right. - Thanks very much, sir.

Do you mind if I run upstairs and see my boy?

No, it's quite all right.

- Good day, sir. - Good day.

You're doing a great job here.

I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you, dad.

You know, every kid in this school is jealous of me.

- Even the sergeants are nice to me. - Oh, that really is something, isn't it?

- You really like it here, Mickey? - Gee, Dad, it's super.

That's swell.

Only I wish.

- Well, I wish… - Go on, Mickey, what do you wish?

I wish that you could visit me more than you do.

Linda's been swell, but I miss seeing you.

Things are going to be different after my next fight, Mickey.

I'll have more time.

- Sure, you'll never let me down. - You bet I won't.

Oh, say, dad, I've got a surprise for you.

Wait a minute, that can wait.

There's somebody downstairs waiting to see you.

Linda?

No, but somebody as nice.

She'd have to go with something to be as nice as Linda.

Yes, well, come on, down.

See it for yourself, go on.

- Do you remember Miss Langdon? - Yes, how do you do, Miss Langdon?

- It's a pleasure to see you again, Mickey. - Thank you.

No wonder your father is proud of you.

I'd be proud of you too, if you were my boy.

Thank you, Miss Langdon.

Come on, dad, I'll show you that surprise.

Not now, Mickey, we have to hurry off.

Some friends of mine have invited us to dinner,

and they're important people.

Yes, we've got to be going, but listen, I'll come back later,

and then you can show me that surprise.

- Okay, dad. - So long, son.

Bye, good luck.

- Goodbye, Miss Langdon. - Goodbye, cadet Farrel.

So long, general.

Don't lie to me, if you know where Gary is, tell me.

Why should I bother to lie to you?

I told you I haven't seen him for days.

Of course, Kip, darling,

if I hear from him, I'll send him over to you.

He's in a condition that Bomber will murder him.

Do you know he had that three-day training in the past month?

- Did you find him? - No.

- We ran into a guy who saw him last night. - Where?

At a cafe with Rita Langdon.

I knew that dame was lying.

If he doesn't show up in five minutes, I'll forfeit the fight.

- You can't do that. - Who said I can't?

It's that Langdon woman's fault.

Give him just five minutes.

Hi, laughing boy.

Where have you been for the past three days and nights?

- Around. - Sure, around every bar in town.

Don't you realize this is your career's most important fight?

- Don't you care? - Quit squawking.

I'll whip the Bomber for you?

What will you use, an axe?

If you take care of the business end, I'll do the fighting.

Do as I say, there'll be no fighting.

Okay, don't bust a blood vessel.

I tell you the fight's in the bag.

- Gary. - Yes.

The package came for you with a messenger.

Thanks, Biff, probably from one of my friends.

I'll wear it for the party tonight.

What is this, Biff, a rib?

It doesn't fit.

It will in a couple of weeks.

You know all the answers, don't you?

- Biff, don't let anybody in. - Don't worry, nobody will get by me.

- You can't come in. - I don't want to come in.

Good luck, Gary.

Thanks, Linda.

Ladies and gentlemen.

A main event of the evening.

Fifteen rounds to a decision.

Introducing the contender

for the Heavyweight Championship of the world at 202 pounds, Bomber Brown,

and his challenger at 198 pounds, Gary Farrel.

Meet the triangle referee, Bill Smith.

Thank you.

- Hey, it's almost ten o'clock, fellas. - Time for the main event.

What time do you think your dad will phone?

About 10:05.

He told me he'd finish Bomber quick.

I heard driving and fighting won't mix, Biff.

Have you looked at him, kid?

You let him get to you.

Leave me alone.

I know what I'm doing.

- Come on, telephone, ring for us. - It will in a second now.

- We can't wait much longer. - So what?

If dad doesn't knock him out

in the first round, he'll do it in the second.

Come on, telephone, please ring.

Watch your second hand, this isn't the last round.

- It is for you. - Oh, yes?

What do you say now, wise guy?

- See me hit him with that axe? - Yes, what I said still goes.

Yes, bring on the champ, I'll take him too.

Wait a minute.

Talk to Morgan, he's my manager.

I can't wait, I got a date with my girl.

- Come on, baby, we got places to go. - Say, Morgan, come on.

- It looks like I lost that round, Biff. - Yes.

I'm afraid you lost the decision, I didn't have the heart to tell you.

Thanks.

- Maybe I'll do better in my next fight. - I hope so.

- Are you stepping out again tonight? - That's right.

I'm entitled to fun.

I've earned it.

Yes, but can you afford it?

Are you kidding, I'm in the big dough now.

That wasn't what I meant.

Mickey, are you crying?

No, I just got something in my eye.

Oh, it sounded like you were crying.

Your dad's sure enough of the Bomber, nothing flat.

Do you think he can win the heavyweight title?

Sure, he's a cinch.

You can't lose on my dad.

Oh, that's good.

Come on, play some more that way.

Isn't this swell?

Come on, boys, play more.

What's the matter with you?

- How's that? - Okay.

Gee, a lot of dead people around here.

Come on, clap with me, will you?

Thanks, buddy, come on, baby, let's dance.

Next time, try and dance on the floor instead of my feet.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean harm, what's the matter with you tonight?

You don't seem to be having much of a good time.

- Hi, Gary, how's the old dynamite? - It's right there, boy.

- Come let's have a drink. - I'll do that.

He's a nice fellow.

- When are you going to fight the champ? - Pretty soon, and you can bet on me.

- I'm going to lick him. - Swell.

Come on, I'm leaving now.

Oh, now come on, baby, don't bust up the evening now.

Listen, let's try it again.

- Oh, champ. - See me later, boy.

I'm going to talk to this guy.

What's the matter with you, you've changed.

Champ, there are things I want to say.

I'm sorry, honey, did you hurt yourself?

- You swine! - Sit down.

Go on, get out of here, will you?

Look, honey, the last couple of weeks, you changed.

Don't blame him, lady, I apologize.

Here, listen, babe, hang on to this, will you?

Come here, will you?

Oh, shit.

After all, I didn't mean it.

You know I'm your friend.

Did you see where my lady friend went?

Yes, sir, right out of the front door.

Hello.

Hello, this is Gary Farrel.

Let me talk to Rita.

Not in?

Tell her I called.

Yes.

I brought you some breakfast, Gary.

- Don't mention food, please. - You got to eat something.

- Look, you got to feed a hangover. - Oh, Biff, I'm sick as a dog.

Sure.

What else can you expect the way you've hit it up?

You've been working overtime to make the headlines.

There's news in the paper about me?

Yes, the publicity you can't pay for with money.

Listen to this.

Popular fighter in Cafe Brawl.

It wasn't a brawl.

All I did was pick the guy up and put him back in his place.

Not according to the paper.

Gary Farrel creates disturbance with cafe drunk.

Oh, the lug spilled wine all over Rita's dress.

What do you expect me to do?

The heavyweight championship contender

of the world had to show off for his ladylove.

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself. - I lost my temper, so what?

If liquor affects you so, why not stop

before you start slapping kindergarten kids around?

All you can do is pick on me, go on get out of here!

- Scram! - That's what I'll do here.

Here, in case you want that for your scrapbook.

You're a little late, Kip.

Biff has already said it all.

There may be things Biff doesn't know.

If there are, you can save it for the next time.

Boy, what a night.

What a hangover.

Say, Kip, I'm a little shy of money.

Let me have another 1000, will you?

The 1000 I gave you last Saturday is the balance from the Brahma fight.

That's all there is.

I couldn't have spent that much.

You could under Rita's management.

She's an expert, I know.

Why don't you get wise and quit being a chump?

Don't you know that dame is taking you for a ride?

Quit this sermon.

You can let me have some money for my fight with a champ.

- What makes you think you'll fight? - Why not?

The Boxing Commission is fed up with how you've been drinking.

They've suspended you in this state for a year.

- They can't do that to me. - They can't?

They've done it.

I feel the way they do.

Listen, Gary, you and I are through as of now.

That's okay with me, Kip.

I'd get myself another manager and fight the champ across the border.

How do you like them apples?

For your own sake, I hope you don't.

Hello, Mickey.

How do you do, Miss Martin?

- It used to be Linda. - Yes, I know.

All the kids in school say you wrote that about my dad.

Yes, Mickey, I did.

How could you write something to make people laugh at him?

I thought you were fond of him.

Please try to understand, Mickey.

I did it because I am very fond of him.

You do something to hurt his feelings because you are fond of him?

Tell me.

Did your daddy ever give you a spanking?

Sure.

He gave me some dandy.

- Didn't he like you? - Of course, he liked me.

I was bad and had it coming to me.

Do you suppose daddy was happy to give you a spanking?

No, I don't suppose it did.

- It was for my own good. - That's just the answer.

You see, Mickey, your dad is being very foolish.

He won't listen to his friends.

He's hurting himself and everyone who loves him.

He's a little bit big for me to put over my knee.

That story was the only way I could spank him.

Do you mean what you wrote is true?

Yes, Mickey, it's true.

I hope that story brings him to his senses.

It might help if I had a talk with dad.

Would you go with me to see him?

Yes, darling, if you'd like me to.

You try and get me a pass from Major Palmer.

Tell him it's very important.

Okay.

You give me that every time I call.

When do you expect Miss Langdon back?

Okay, I'll call later.

- Are you feeling better? - No.

Maybe I better not show you this.

- Show me what? - What Linda wrote about you in her column.

Let me see that paper.

Well-known KO artist is trying to play gin.

From truck driving stuffed shirt via the glamour girl ruff.

What a swell friend Linda turned out to be.

What a two-timing she's giving him.

It's a laugh of the month.

I'll sue that paper for damages.

Why don't you say something?

Say what when everybody knows it's Rita making a chump out of you?

Go on, beat it, Biff, you annoy me.

Hey, here is a letter for you.

I found it at the old house.

- Hello, Linda. - Hello, Biff.

Mickey, what are you doing here?

- Why aren't you in school? - I had to find out something, dad.

- Find out about what? - About you.

Oh, I see.

You've been feeding him your lying keyhole gossip?

Look who's calling me a liar.

Why, you conceited fathead?

Dad, Linda wouldn't say anything about you that wasn't true.

Go ahead, tell Mickey.

Tell him you're on the square with him, Kip, and the rest who played you to win.

Why not mind your own business for a change?

- Please, dad. - Get out, Mickey.

If you used your right, you could have knocked him out.

The winner and no champ.

All right, champ.

You'll regret it.

- It's you. - Hello, baby.

- Won't you invite me in? - I haven't time, I'm preparing to go out.

I'd like to talk to you.

- It'll only be for a minute. - All right, but make it brief.

Gee, you look swell.

Where have you been, I haven't heard from you.

Forget that, what's on your mind?

I need money, I thought you might let me have it.

- Are you trying to make it touch? - No, it will only be for a little while.

Why don't you ask Kip?

He's your manager.

Yes.

He was my manager.

- Don't tell me you split with him. - That's right.

Why?

I had trouble with the Commission, they suspended me for a year.

Kip refused to handle me anymore.

I thought you might let me have 1000, until I get started again.

You flatter me if you think I've got that money.

I'd get 1000 on the bracelet I gave you, it'll only be for weeks.

Not on your life, big boy, I've heard that routine before.

Why don't you run along and peddle your cauliflower?

Oh, so that's it.

They were right, you've been playing me for a sucker.

Call it that if you want to, Gary, but I gave you a lot of my time.

At first, I thought there was something to you besides muscle

but you're so crude.

You embarrass me.

Why don't you just forget little Rita?

That's going to be easy.

Good morning, Kip.

Good morning, Linda.

Any news with Gary?

No, no word from Biffy either since last Monday.

The Toledo clue led us nowhere, huh?

Yes, the guy turned out to be a ham they got from Chicago.

Maybe we're following the wrong angle, maybe he's not fighting.

Sure he is.

A guy as cocky as Gary wouldn't quit the ring even if it killed him.

- Biff. - Hi.

- Did you find him? - Sure.

Did you talk to him?

I didn't have the heart to after the beating I saw him take.

Stubborn fool in no condition, I suppose.

That's right, it was pitiful.

In the preliminaries?

Yes, under the name of Knockout Bert.

There must be something we can do to stop him.

Despite everything he's done, you still love me?

Sure, he was only playing hooky.

He's fighting in Patterson tonight, if we fly, we could make it.

Let's go, Kip.

Get the airport, Biff.

- All right, what are you guys doing here? - We came to see you fight.

Now that you had your laugh, you can scram.

Nobody's laughing, Gary.

Why did you come then if you didn't come to laugh?

The fight got you washed up, Gary.

I hate to see you go on.

All washed up.

Don't you worry about me, I know what I'm doing.

You won't for long if you keep this up.

Why don't you swallow your pride and quit?

If you came here to give me a lecture, you're a little early.

School doesn't start on next week.

Oh, you too.

I didn't think you'd miss the fun.

How much knacking do you have to take before you come to your senses?

You're wrong, Gary, and you know it.

If you have no courage to say so,

why are you still worried about that pride of yours?

You don't even give a thought to Mickey, the sweetest kid.

- Mickey, what happened to him? - I'm all right, dad.

Hello, Mickey.

Where is your uniform?

I haven't been much of a dad to you, but don't worry, son.

I'll have you back at that military school again.

Who cares about playing soldier?

That's kid stuff.

I want to be a newspaperman.

Linda says she can fix it for me if you and her can get married.

Married?

Sure, we've talked it over on the way, and that's it.

Do you think she'll have me?

Why don't you ask me, Gary?

Fight fans would be interested to hear

that Gary Ferrell has given up the prize ring

to put the little gold ring on the third finger of Linda Martin.

It's a cinch that they will be blended before this edition hits the streets.