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What are you gonna do, George? Gonna let him get murdered?

This ain't murder, it's suicide.

He's doing everything I told him not to.

I'm afraid he's fighting his fight his way.

The towels, George, I'm gonna throw them in!

No, you ain't.

Yessir, it's funny.

I've been knocking around with you since we was kids.

And all the time I thought you had the makings of a fighter in you.

Well I was all wrong.

You're a born manager, that's what you are.

So long as you don't need me, why, I'll just...

You're dropping me, George?

Not me, you're giving me the gate.

Well, why shouldn't you? You got your own system.

I ask you to go in there light and lay low, and what do you do?

Why, you strike out the minute the gong rings...

...just because you've got a pair of gloves on. Well, let me tell you this.

Gloves ain't enough.

I... I started to fight like you told me. I tried.

But it's something else on my mind.

I needed that dough, George.

I had to be in on the big end of the purse.

Rose. Didn't I know it?

You're in this fight game just to get enough money for that wife of yours.

Listen, it's about time that you knew that she...

Oh, what's the use?

Good luck, Kid.

Put on that robe, you wanna get pneumonia?

That's just what I told you.

I said, Rose, don't marry a fighter, didn't I?

She's right, Mrs. Mason. It's like she says.

The fight game's a pretty tough racket.

Everything goes along rosy, then...

Wham!

And they find you cutting out paper dolls.

But you got brains. You got out of it, made something out of yourself.

Aw, Kid Mason's alright.

He's a pretty good scrapper.

There we were on the stage like a couple of angels.

She drops the act, marries Kid Mason.

And why?

Cause she thought fighters made a lot of dough.

Alright!

Place the blame on me.

I did it. I'm the sap.

Rose.

Guess I don't look so good, do I?

Oh, well.

I went after a few facts.

I guess I guessed wrong.

So did I.

Guess wrong.

I guessed I'd be wearing that fur coat you've been shooting off your head about.

And I guessed we'd be moving out of this hole.

Wasn't I a dope?

You'll get your fur coat, Rose.

Sure, if I go out and shoot a couple of cats.

It's my own fault.

I didn't fight the way George told me to.

Now he's through with me.

Oh, you should have been through with him years ago.

You doing all the dirty work while Regan sat back...

...and grabbed off his draw of fifty per cent.

Oh, he didn't take it most of the time.

Not when we needed the money at home.

- He gave up a lot for us. - He gave up?

Humph!

Rose.

I'm leaving.

Rose.

Honey.

I'm packing my bags. I'm through.

Two.

- And seven. - Is nine.

- Right. And four? - Fourteen.

Thirteen!

That's right.

- And one? - Fourteen.

- And one? - Fifteen.

Marvelous. And er... six.

- Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen... - Twenty-one!

Come in.

George, I gotta see you.

I got nothing to talk to you about.

Please, George, it's important.

In the bedroom.

Well?

Rose is gone. She left me.

- Why, the dirty... - Don't, George, don't say that.

Well, what's the difference? It's happened to a lot of other guys.

- Forget her. - I couldn't...

You don't know it, Kid, yet but... you needed this.

It all happened so suddenly, I don't know what to do.

You're gonna go to bed and get some sleep, that's what you're gonna do.

- George, I can't go back there. - Of course you can't.

You're gonna stay right here with me.

Put on your robe, you wanna get pneumonia?

Gimme a cigarette, Jeff.

Aw, listen, Kid, you'll cut your wind.

Give him one, Jeff. Prince Pearl will cut his wind for him.

Yeah, that would make you happy, wouldn't it?

- Well, you're going to be disappointed. - Yeah?

So you think I can't do it, don't you?

I don't think.

I'm dumb like that. You're the smart guy around here.

But I can read the newspapers.

All the smart money was on Willard, wasn't it?

- All my dough goes on you, Kid. - Bet a lot.

Yes, sir! -Yeah, better bet a lot, Jeff, then lose it.

Well, I'm setting my jack on Pearl.

You'll have his left hand in your face so often you'll think it belongs there.

All right, you just bet on him.

Go ahead, just bet on him.

Say, boss, why don't you lay off the Kid?

You know when he's training. He's just like a caged animal, he...

You let me handle him. I understand him better than anybody else in the world.

He's got a chance to beat Pearl, a small chance.

But do you think I want him to think so?

I know. But don't you think if you encourage...

Encourage? He's a prize fighter, not a prima donna.

Hey, boss, I just saw Mandel and Riley the gamblers outside.

Yeah?

Maybe they come around and look the kid over before they bet their dough, huh?

Yeah. You'd better duck, Jeff.

- Oh, Hello, George! - Hello, boys.

Thought we'd drop by, me and my handicap.

- Take a peek at your boy. - It costs nothing to look.

- No? - No!

- Where is he? - He's in the shower.

The Kid had a nice workout tonight.

- How's he doing? - Okay.

Hey, Kid.

You know Mandel and Riley.

I don't wanna know them.

Cheerful old lad. Surely wouldn't do any harm to know us.

As a matter of fact, Kid, we were aiming to lay a little money on you.

Come on, spill it, what is it?

- Can we talk around here? - Sure.

I've just had a nice little chat with Prince Pearl.

Regan, I can tell by the light in your beautiful blue eyes...

...you understand me.

Sure, I get you.

Prince Pearl is willing to take a dive, is that it?

Sure, it's simple. Prince Pearl will lay down for five grand...

so he can come over here and take...

Do you get it, Kid?

Then later on you can get his chance at a fight for the champion.

What do you say, Kid?

Well, let me get this straight.

You want me and George...

...to give you $5,000 to fix the fight.

- Is that it? - You got it.

Sure, it'll be a five to one shot, at least.

You can make a cleanup.

Oh, I don't know.

Don't be a sucker.

You can make more money from this one fight than you can make from fourteen.

You know, a lot of fighters do it, what's the matter with you?

Come on, pull yourself together.

Come on, Kid, give us an okay, yes?

Wait a minute, Kid!

What do you think I am, a setup?

Do I look like a dirty crook?

Get out. Get out!

- George! - He's doing all right.

Get out!

Thanks, George.

How many times have I told you not to throw any punches unless your hands are taped?

Go put your clothes on, you wanna get pneumonia?

I only lost two fights in my whole life...

...and that's was because I didn't listen to what George said, see?

Hooray, George!

Fine, fine, George.

He's the best little manager in the whole world, see?

Come on, let's all give George a hand, what do you say?

Well, if I can get you monkeys to quit crowding that turkey for a minute,

I might say something

I'll have to admit that the Kid was right.

I did win that fight tonight.

I...

Hey, would someone hang on to that peanut roaster?

I won the fight all by myself, the Kid didn't have a thing to do with it.

Except maybe a couple of pounds of dynamite in each hand.

And a body and chin that must be made of iron.

Of course maybe it's pig iron.

Oh, yes, I um...

I guess it's up to me to thank you fellows that sent the Kid these flowers.

Except the mug that sent this bed of roses.

You oughta know that those violets spell rest in peace.

I haven't anything more to say except that...

Well, the next feed the Kid throws for you will be on the night he...

...takes the championship away from Mike Shay.

Hooray! Hooray!

Hooray for the Kid!

That's all fellows, go on with the victuals.

Alright, Riley, alright.

I know you've always been on the square, George.

Alright, every guy to his own game.

I was all wet when I tried to fix you guys with Prince Pearl.

Yeah, I guess you learned your lesson when you bet against the Kid.

I ain't trying to preach, Riley, but...

the Kid's got where he is by always being on the level.

The newspapers know it too.

That's why they fought so hard, to get us this match with Mike Shay, the champion.

Well, I think you pulled a bum deal when you let Mike Shay get all the dough.

Hey, a minute.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean Mike Shay get all the dough?

A match is for a winner take all, ain't it?

Well, how does that get him a dime?

Oh, that's the way you feel about it, eh?

Mike will probably murder the Kid, but what's the difference?

He's made plenty of dough so far.

Hello.

Just a minute.

It's for you, Kid.

A lady.

- Got the wrens chasing him now, huh? - Oh, he's a regular killer.

Hello, this is Mr. Mason.

But...

Uh... but wait a minute!

- But you can't do that. - Oh, I can't, eh?

- Well, let me explain. - Explain nothing.

George, that's the redhead, she's gonna sue me.

- What? - Sue me.

What's she gonna sue you for?

I don't know, breach of promise or something.

- Did you ever promise anything to her? - Not a thing.

All I ever did was to be nice to her. What can she do to me?

Just nick you for your bankroll, that's all.

- Isn't there any way out? - Oh, I'll think up something.

Well, she's on her way up here right now.

What?

She's a fast worker, ain't she?

Hey, you duck out of sight.

Oh, Kid.

- Does she know you're married? - I don't think so, I never told her.

I don't know what I'd do without you, George.

That's all right.

Look legal, Riley, look legal.

- Oh, hello. - Oh...

We've been expecting you. Come right in.

- Meet my lawyer, Mr. Riley. - Er... judge.

Huh? Oh, I beg your pardon, Judge Riley.

- This is Miss DeVere. - Honored, my dear.

You're not by any chance the daughter of my old friend Judge DeVere of Boston?

- Why, I um... - Don't confuse her.

- Where's the Kid? - He's sorry, but he was called away.

Oh, he was, was he? Hm!

- That's funny. - If you'll have a chair, I'll explain.

What have you got a lawyer here for?

- Well, um... As a matter o fact, Mr... - Judge!

Judge Riley has just received communication from Sandusky...

That's the Kid's home town, you know.

Stating that he's way behind in his alimony.

You wouldn't kid me, would you, mister?

Well, now how could I kid you?

It's only that the Kid is about to become champion...

...and I don't want to get him mixed up in a lot of dirt.

You too, Miss DeVere.

I realize the importance of your career.

And that you work hard for your money.

Just think what his wife can do in Court.

Well, where do I come in?

What about my broken heart?

Your bank account, Miss DeVere, your bank account.

That's what we must protect first.

Absolutely.

Why, I wouldn't stand around to see you gypped...

...taken advantage of.

- Well, I don't know what to... - Well, you just run along.

I'll think this over.

Mighty lucky for you that you came up here.

Now, don't you do anything until you hear from us.

Smart girl, judge, smart girl. - You said it, Regan, you said it.

- Is she gone? - Gone, but not forgotten.

What are you whewing about?

We did all the dirty work.

Hey, Judge, see who that is.

A wire for the Kid.

Oh.

Now, listen, after this, tell me things, boy, tell me things.

Because otherwise someday you're gonna catch me with my lawyer down.

Don't you worry, I'm through with women for life.

Yeah.

Oh, George!

- Can I see you a minute? - Sure.

What is it?

A message from Rose.

- Well? - She's in town, she wants to see me.

Yeah, I suppose so.

But look, she's sick.

- She might even be dying. - Oh, you don't fall for...

We gotta see her, George, we gotta see her right away.

But you...

Ah...

We've been hearing a lot about you, Mr. Mason.

Yeah?

Your little wife's been a mighty sick little woman.

Yeah, I know. Oh, George, this is the place alright.

Well, what do you want me to do, kiss it?

She's right up this way.

She's the sweetest little thing I ever saw.

- Ohhh! - What's the matter, George?

Make her quit, she's breaking my heart.

Huh? -I said, what's the matter, is it her heart?

Come in.

I... was afraid you wouldn't... come.

Well, why wouldn't I?

You shouldn't think that, honey.

I've been awful sick, Kid.

- I almost died. - Oh, don't...

Don't, baby.

I've missed you so.

Hey, mother, how much does she owe you?

- Hm? - How much does she owe you?

Oh... four weeks' rent...

Forty-eight dollars.

And meals and private bath.

You ain't trying to tell me you've got some baths here that ain't private.

- Yes, sir. - Must be a lot of fun Saturday nights.

Forgive me for going away?

Forgive me?

Me forgive you? Oh, honey.

Tricks been coming kinda tough lately, huh?

Oh, I was alright until I got the flu.

- Show business? - Movies.

All the directors admired my talent.

But you gotta be on the inside.

Well, you don't have to worry. The Kid's been knocking them over lately.

Oh, I read every word of it.

That's all I had eyes for.

Oh, you've been following his doings, huh?

I thought you'd be interested.

But what I came back to tell you was...

...you'd better take a long look at your sweet Papa.

You ain't gonna see much more of him until after...

...Mike Shay gets through plastering him around.

Mike Shay?

Not the champion?

Sure, didn't the Kid tell you? He's matched to fight him.

That's right, honey.

You'll be just in time to nurse him back to health when Mike gets through with him.

Yeah, well that's what you said about Prince Pearl.

But let me tell you something.

You're looking at the next champion right now.

Alright, Kid.

Alright, Shay, on the scales.

Okay, Mike, good luck.

Well?

George, I... I gotta win that fight tonight.

I gotta be champion.

The new champion of the world, Kid Mason is going to say a few words to you.

- Swell fight in there. champ. - Yeah, right from where you are.

Well, folks... I'm awful happy to be champion.

And, uh...

I want to say for Mike Shay, he's no easy cinch, see?

He's a good scrapper, and...

And, um...

Hello, Rose, I won. And I'll be right home.

- Well, what's the matter? - I was just thinking about the bunch.

Oh, riff-raff.

He wants you to know that he...

Well, he wants you to enjoy the feed just the same as always.

He...

As a matter of fact, his missus...

She's... sick and...

Well, that's why he can't be here tonight.

But believe me,

the missus is the only one that could keep this chair empty tonight.

Well, what do you say we give three cheers for the champion, huh? Come on!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Come in.

Are you sure this is out of the same bathtub?

Yessir, Mr. Regan.

- Keep it. - Thank you.

Here's to you, Rosie. You're a better man than I am.

I thought you were off that stuff, boss.

What's the matter? Can't a guy drink to his best friend's wife?

Just like I said, it ain't easy, see?

You gotta train hard, live clean.

- You gotta take a lot of hard knocks, see? - I see.

- But if you're on the up-and-up about this. - Oh, I am, Mr. Mason.

Gee, I don't know what I wouldn't do to become a real fighter.

I mean, a fighter like you, a champ.

- How long have you been in Florida. - Oh, this is my home.

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do.

- I'll take you back with me. - Gee, mister...

We better go for our walk now or we'll be late for dinner.

All right, baby.

I'll see you later, champ.

So long, Bobby.

How many times does this girl have to tell you...

...not to speak to anyone who asks for help?

Yeah, but this kid's been fighting amateur, honey, and he looks pretty good.

But you forget you're champion now.

My darling's a big man.

He's important.

I guess you're right. The way everybody treats me around here.

Of course you are.

Say, come to think of it...

Do you notice how everybody looks at me when I walk into the dining room?

But dear, why wouldn't they?

Hey, hey! Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Are you alright?

Hey, Rattler, come here.

How many times have I got to remind you you got two hands?

- What? - This, this, your left hand.

- What's that for? - Oh.

- You get me? - Yes, sir.

- What? - Yes, George.

Well, that's better. Now, I want you to go spar and work on...

Hey, what a dandy!

Howdy, boys, howdy.

- Hello, Kid. - Howdy, Jeff.

Gee, but you look swell. How've you been?

Oh fine, Jeff, fine. See you later.

- Howdy, George. - Hello, kid.

What are you made up for?

Still the same kidder, you haven't changed a bit, have you?

No, but from the look of you, you have.

Hello, champ, I'm Rattler O'Keefe.

O'Keefe?

Oh, yeah, I did read something about you in the papers down in Florida.

- Mr. Regan here... - What?

George, I mean, bought up my contract.

We're working in the same stable now.

Yeah?

Now that's great.

Oh, you'd better go punch the bag, Rattler.

- See you later. - Yeah.

Still the same bunch of mugs. Never getting anywhere.

How about watching a little fight?

You don't seem to be in any hurry.

Well, there's no rush, is there?

I've just been getting settled in the new apartment.

- Rose and... - Oh, the missus, eh?

Listen, George,

if you got any more to say about that, you'd better not say it.

Because what I do for Rose I do because it makes her happy, see?

And that's my business and nobody else's.

Alright, Kid, she's your wife.

Oh, what's the use?

I didn't come up here to start a row with you.

I just wanted to ask you to come up and see our new apartment, that's all.

Well, I'd like to, Kid, but... Well, what about Rose?

You know she doesn't want me up there.

Huh? Well, you're gonna get the surprise of your life, George,

if you think that Rose doesn't like you.

- What? - Wait till you see her.

Oh, she's a changed girl. You'd never know her.

Oh, come on and see for yourself.

I was telling my wife...

You remember, dear, when Mrs. Mason worked with me in that picture?

- Yes, indeed. - I said then, there's the personality.

And properly exploited would be a sensation.

- Didn't I, dear? - Yes, I remember distinctly.

Oh, well, you know Hollywood.

Well, here in New York it's different.

Now, this review I have in mind...

Yes, sir, this certainly is a beautiful apartment house.

Yeah, they got plenty of rules around here, though.

Yeah?

They don't allow any dogs or babies.

- Yeah, so I noticed. - What do you mean?

Well, it's so clean and so quiet.

We're at that place.

I know a speakeasy looks just like this.

Say, George, you know, in a place like this you gotta have a lot of servants.

- Well? - Well, what I was gonna say is...

Rose has got a butler, so please don't wisecrack.

Don't worry about me, I've been around.

We're probably just in time for tea.

Tea?

- Mr. Mason, I presume? - Yes.

I've been delightfully entertained by your charming wife.

- Huh? - She's a very dear friend of my wife.

We met her in Hollywood.

- Oh, glad to hear it. - Lewis is my name.

Paul, Paul H. Lewis.

Mr. Lewis, meet my manager, Mr. Regan.

- Delighted. - How are you?

I, um... I'm sorry about the hat.

- It's perfectly all right. - You say you're from Hollywood?

- Yes. - My wife tells me it's lovely out there.

If Mr. Mason would only let you join Paul's review,

- I'm sure... - Shhh!

Darling, prepare yourself for a big thrill.

You now have an opportunity of meeting the champion himself.

- Hello, baby. - Darling.

I want you to meet one of my dear friends from Hollywood, Mrs. Lewis.

- I'm awfully glad to meet you. - How do you do?

Dear, I was telling the champion that we met his wife in Hollywood.

- Yes, my wife often spoke... - Why, hello George!

Hello.

Why you flimsy old thing, aren't you gonna come and kiss me?

George, I want you to know Mrs. Lewis.

- Oh, how do you do? - How do you do?

You know, Mr. Lewis used to be a fight manager also.

Yeah?

Yes, he handled Willie Scarpia before he was champion.

Yes, but I didn't like the game. It was too crooked.

Well it ain't the fighters that are crooked.

No, it ain't.

It's the outsiders that are crooked, always sticking their noses in.

I had my chances to throw fights in the clean-up,

but I chose to fight on the level.

And that goes for a lot of us that are in the game because we like it.

Because we'd rather fight than eat.

That's the way George and I feel about it, Mr. Lewis.

Hm, yes, undoubtedly you're right.

Oh, Kid, why don't you show George the rest of the place?

Oh, sure... Sure, come on, George.

Okay, where do we buy the tickets?

Do you mind if I go with you gentlemen? I haven't seen the bedroom yet.

Sure, come on.

I'll chaperone you two.

I was telling the Kid, Mrs. Lewis,

I know a speakeasy looks just like this joint.

- A what? - A speakeasy.

A place to go when you wanna get drunk.

I'll have to take out and wise you up some evening.

- This is Rose's boudoir. - Oh, isn't it lovely?

- Bedroom's in here. - I'm crazy about this futuristic stuff.

- You like it? - Very much.

It's a perfect little love nest, isn't it?

- How do you like it, George? - Huh?

Oh, fine, Kid, fine.

Oh, those lovely crepe de chine sheets! I must ask your wife where she got them.

Silk, huh?

Well, what's the difference, George, as long as those sort of things tickle Rose.

I should think they would, I'd laugh myself to death.

I felt kind of silly myself the first time.

Paul, they have the most gorgeous crepe de chine sheets...

Is that so?

I gotta be going.

Well, Rose, this is a great spot you got here.

Of course it's not very large. But it's big enough for the Kid and me.

Hey, George, I thought you were going to stay for supper.

I'm sorry, Kid, I gotta be going. Bye, Rose.

- Goodbye, George. - Goodbye, folks.

Goodbye.

Paul, we'd better be going too, it's getting rather late, you know.

Oh, say. Do you have black coffee with your supper here?

Why yes, sure, that is, if you want it.

Good idea. Keeps your eyes open, keeps you awake.

Take a lot of it, Kid. - Not me, I like my sleep, you know that.

- Well, I'll be seeing you. - So long.

About two o'clock, Eddie.

- How are you tonight? - Fine, Mr. Mason.

Hello, champ. Come to see your wife's act?

- Oh, yeah, yeah. - I'm from the Morning News.

Can you tip me off when you intend to give Sailor Hess a match?

You've got your nerve waylaying me.

Well, I'm sorry to interfere with your social functions, champ,

but I couldn't find you at the gym at any time.

- Care to make a statement? - I got nothing to say.

Oh. Well that way I'll just print that you've got nothing to say, huh?

Well, I'll fight Sailor Hess when he's good enough to get up against me.

- You can print that. - I understand.

How about Joe Sevilla?

When I'm ready to take on gashouse pugs, I'll let you know.

Oh, I see. What size hat do you wear?

Hello, George.

Well, what do you want?

I'm sorry I didn't know about the party, kid, but...

I wanted to talk about this razzing you're getting in the newspapers.

Well, this is no place to talk about that, in a man's home.

I have to come up here if I want to see you.

We'll talk about that later.

Hmm.

- Oh, George. - Hm?

Do you want to come in and have a drink before you go?

No, I ain't got on a monkey suit, I...

It'll be alright, I guess. Come on in.

Hello, Rose.

Didn't know you were having a party.

Didn't mean to butt in.

Well, that's alright. The drinks are over there.

Well it isn't exactly a party, George, just...

Just a few friends who dropped in for the evening.

- Want a highball? - Scotch.

It's not much like the old days, eh, Kid?

It's a little different.

Now we're going to have some regular music.

Let's dance!

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute! Hold it down, hold it down.

Hey, Kid. Remember the time you had your first drink?

Yeah, it was the time we went fishing, wasn't it?

Yeah, and we took the beer along, remember?

Sure, sure.

And you got dizzy and fell out of the boat.

In my only suit of clothes.

Then I had to take you home and explain it to your grandma.

And you told her that I jumped in to save a baby.

And the next Sunday you had to take a bow in Sunday school for being a hero.

Come on, Kid, let's have a dance.

Just a minute, Ann, I want to talk to George.

- Just a second... - Oh, don't be like that, come on.

Who's there?

George, you shouldn't come in here.

You filth!

Oh, Shirley.

- Tell Mr. Mason I must see him at once. - Very good, ma'am.

- I don't like this. - Mr. Mason.

- Mrs. Mason wishes to see you, sir. - Alright.

Will you excuse me just a moment?

What's the matter, Rose?

Kid, you gotta get George out of here.

I'm not gonna stand for that drunken barfly around.

Well... what's he done?

He's bothering people. Trailing them in the bedrooms.

I won't have him in the house.

Yeah?

Well, I'll tell him.

George.

You gotta cut out bothering the guests, see?

Otherwise I'm gonna ask you to go home.

Huh?

Well, Rose tells me you've been following people in the bedrooms.

Now, you can't do that.

Good night.

So I've been fussing in the bedrooms, huh?

I've been spying on people, huh?

Listen, Regan, try and behave like a gentleman. Go on, get out.

Before you're thrown out.

Yeah?

You told the Kid what I was doing, why don't you tell him what I saw?

Get out of here, you're drunk!

- Stop him, Kid, stop him! - You're drunk!

Cut it out!

Now you better go on home!

Go on home, I said!

- Get out! - Why, you poor dummy.

If you had any brains at all, you could see that that double-crossing wife of yours...

George, get out! George!

- Throw him in the street! - George!

George.

- Hey, Shirley! - Yes, sir.

- Come on, help me take him out. - Yes, sir.

Hey.

I didn't mean to go so far, George.

- I had to do it. - Ah, get out of here and leave me alone.

- George, you're... - Come on, get out of here...

and leave me alone, you...

Look what he's done to Sailor Hess.

Wasn't that a picture, now?

You said it.

He can lick him, and he can take him.

Did you see the Sailor?

Teeth knocked out, nose bleeding,

broken jaw, a beautiful picture.

Well, Rattler O'Keefe can thank George Regan alright.

George ( ??? )

Yeah, but what's he holding him back for?

Why don't George fight anymore?

There's something screwy alright.

I can't figure George out lately.

No? Only that he's gonna get drunk.

I hope you'll pardon our intrusion, Mr. Regan,

but they told us at the gymnasium we'd probably find you here.

You're drunk.

Hello, Rose.

I see you got the fur coat.

Oh, don't try to be funny, George.

If you were sober, you'd guess what we came here for.

Don't excite yourself, leave it to me.

I'll explain. We came here to tell you that...

That you and the Kid are through.

You've done him enough damage.

- Damage? - Yes.

Well? -Well, we had a talk with the Kid last night.

And he agrees with us.

Oh, I see.

Is he the new manager?

Yes, I have the honor of representing Mr. Mason.

And we're here to buy back the contract that you had with the Kid.

Oh, that's it.

Well...

I've been expecting it.

Then you're willing to sell the contract?

I am not.

But I'll give it to you.

Well, that's rather unusual.

I'm rather an unusual manager.

But before I tear it up, the Kid's gotta sign a paper.

What paper?

Well, the Kid may not remember the contract, it was so long ago,

but there's a clause in there that says he's got to fight whoever I say.

Anytime, anywhere.

Oh, what a sap he was to sign a thing like that.

Sure, just a sap.

But just the same, before I tear it up,

he's got to agree to give my new boy Rattler O'Keefe...

...a shot at the championship within four months.

Just the setup.

Yeah, just the setup.

- He'll sign it. - Fine.

Well?

If there is nothing more.

- Come on, Paul. - Very well, my dear.

( ??? ) 50 cents.

Ice-cold drinks.

Them newspapermen is still waiting.

Well let them wait!

If they wait long enough, they'll rot.

It's only two days.

Well I don't have to train to fight that palooka.

A fine training camp this is.

Nobody to talk to.

I gotta be promoter, manager, main attraction, everything!

Well, I can do it, see?

I know more about fights than all you saps put together.

Popcorn, peanuts, chewing gums.

- Here he comes now. - Who?

Lewis.

To see him posing, I figure you'd think he was the champion.

He ain't been here since last Sunday.

And don't I know it?

Well, Kid!

Calm, calm, you're on the fighting card, Kid.

The crowd's wating for an exhibition.

Well, I don't feel like clowning for a bunch of yaps.

- Tell them to go on home. - But, Kid, you got to...

Tell them to beat it!

Funny you can find so much to do in the city that you can't be down here.

What do you mean?

Just what I said.

Joe, get out my roadster.

Where are you going?

- To see my wife. - You can't do that.

Who says I can't?

I'm running this camp. All of it.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Owing to a sprained wrist the champ got yesterday,

Uh, he won't be able to box today.

Wait!

Hello, Rose?

Listen, the Kid's on his way into town to see you.

No, I don't know if he's wise to anything or not,

but he's been acting mighty funny.

Well, I'll call you at the hotel after he leaves.

- Hello, champ. - Hello, Eddie.

I get lonesome for you.

You never drive out to the camp to see me.

Of all things.

I couldn't do that.

I might upset you.

Kid, you shouldn't be here.

Why, it's only two nights before the fight.

You should be back at camp.

Oh... I don't know.

I'm tired.

Specially in my leg.

Aw, there's a jinx on that camp, there's a jinx on it.

Everything goes wrong.

Yeah, and where's Lewis been for the past week?

Why... Why darling, how should I know, I...

I haven't any way of finding out.

A fine manager that guy is.

Well, what a sap I was to get tied up with him.

Me and him don't fit in together, we don't even talk the same language.

I suppose you'd be better off with George Regan running you.

Well maybe I would!

It's too late for that now.

But there's one thing I do know. I'm through with Lewis.

- Why, Kid! - Through with him I tell you!

I don't want his kind hanging around me.

I'd like to crack his jaw everytime I look at him.

Kid, what are you doing?

I'm gonna have that guy up here and have it out with him.

You can't do that. If you have another row in this house, they'll throw us out.

Alright. Better I'll go to his joint.

- I'll fix him. - Oh, please, Kid, please, don't do that!

- I know what I'm doing. - I know how you feel, you're angry now.

Anything might happen. Please wait until tomorrow.

Wait until you cool off.

Oh...

You're tired, dear.

You're tired.

- I'm not so tired. - Yes you are.

You don't know it.

What you need is a good, nice rest.

Let me get your coat off.

Now you'll feel better.

Lie down.

I'm gonna make you all nice and comfortable.

Now isn't that better?

Now that's great.

That's great.

Are you sure he didn't sneak out without you seeing you?

No, it's daybreak now.

I stayed there till 5:30 and they were still upstairs when I left.

You better go get yourself some sleep.

Hey!

Keep your mouth shut. Don't let the papers get hold of this.

Okay.

No sir, the best thing for the champ to do is to bounce O'Keefe in the first round.

What he's got to do is he's got to give O'Keefe all he's got with his right.

Ah, you're crazy. He's got to stall, like he always does.

How you doing, Kid?

Your, uh... bandages alright?

Say, are you going to keep asking me that all night?

Ain't you been getting on my nerves enough?

Hey, Jeff, I'm cold.

Can't you turn some heat on in this joint?

- Cold? Gee, I'm sweating. - Well I'm not. Turn on some heat.

What the Kid's got to do is wait for a perfect opening...

Shut up!

I'm running the show, see? I'm gonna fight the way I wanna.

You're perfectly right, Kid.

You're the champion and you know your business.

Mail.

More mail, you want me to read them for you?

No, put 'em with the rest.

- Oh, hello, Inspector, come in. - Good evening.

- Hello, Kid. - Hello.

Want to see his hand, George?

Oh, they're okay.

Mr. Regan.

I don't believe that letter belongs to you.

- What letter? - The one you took from the table.

What?

Hey, give me that letter.

Come on, hand it over.

- After the fight. - Who are you to tell me when?

Come on, give me that letter.

You asked for it.

Cut it off there.

Come on, come on, they're waiting!

Go get your champ in the ring!

...and O'Keefe approach the referee!

Protect yourselves at all times.

Following a knockdown, the one who stands goes to a neutral corner.

Now shake hands,

go to your corner, and when you hear the bell, come out fighting.

So your wife's gonna sue me, huh?

A fat chance!

That's not half of it. The Kid's read the letter and he's wise.

Oh, what did you let him see it for?

I couldn't help it! Now, come on, get your jewels...

...and grab all the money you can get a hold of and let's get out of here.

So that's it. My jewels, huh?

Say, what do you think I'm gonna do, support you?

You think I'm gonna be your meal ticket?

Humph!

Oh, that's the angle, is it? I'm to hold the bag, am I?

You started this, you're the cause of my wife leaving me.

Oh, quit your crying!

We're in a jam and it's every man for himself.

Alright, that's great.

One, two, three...

He's hurt him George.

You better let the Rattler go to him.

Not yet, Mac, not yet.

Nice work, Rattler, you're doing fine.

- Hey, Kid, use your left. - Shut up!

Boy, don't you remember the way George used to...

I'm fighting this fight!

That's plenty tough.

What do you gotta do to keep that guy down?

I've hit him with everything.

You're doing fine, Rattler, keep it up.

I'll go in, I'll murder him. I'll murder him.

Watch him, Rattler, he's gone wild.

This is the round, get him.

Now go to it, Kid, and use your left.

Three, four, five...

Four, five...

Now!

One, two, three, four...

five, six, seven...

Well, George, I won it the way you told me to.

That's what you did, Rattler. You're a good boy.

- You're the champion now. - Gee, thanks, George.

Get a shower and don't let these locusts pile in till after you've had a rub.

Okay.

Hey, listen, fellas.

Give the new champion a chance to get his pants off before you start firing questions.

Okay, Mr. Regan.

Certainly was a big surprise to me, George.

I never thought the Rattler would beat the Kid.

He didn't, McNeill.

It was the Kid's wife that beat him.

Let's get you fixed up, Kid.

Leave me alone, I tell you.

Well... let me put you under a shower then.

Can't you lay off of me?

- Let me take off your shoes. - Leave me alone!

George,

I, uh... I...

Put on that robe, you wanna get pneumonia?

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