All language subtitles for Invitación a la felicidad (Invitation to Happiness)(Wesley Ruggles 1939)VO

My name is Henry Hardy.

Oh, yes. Come in.

Mr. Wayne is expecting you, sir.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Quite a place.

Thank you, old monkey.

I'm glad to see you, Mr. Wayne.

My, my, you're looking fine, sir. Sir?

My eyes. Sit down there and take a load
off those flat feet.

Well, well.

Young Hank Hardy.

The kid who walked out on a million
-dollar partnership.

Remember? You told me to go chase
myself?

It wasn't our partnership I walked out
on. It was the smell of those oil

Yeah, I couldn't stand it. Well, I don't
blame you.

What have you been doing?

What I've always wanted.

Managing and training fighters.

Fighters? It sounds silly, doesn't it?
Me talking about the smell of oil and,

you know, our gymnasiums.

But what I called you about is this new
fighter I've got, King Cole.

Well, that isn't his real name.

Al Cole, but everybody calls him King on
account of, you know, the poetry.

Yes, the romantic touch. Anyway,

here's how I stand.

I picked Cole up in Chicago, and I think
I've got the greatest heavyweight

prospect in the country.

We've been trying to buck New York for a
couple of months now, taking whatever

club fights we could get for a couple of
dollars, and here we are getting

nowhere and flat broke.

Oh, well, there's no reason why I can't
dig into my stock for an old friend.

I'm not asking for something for
nothing, Mr. Wayne. What do you mean?

I want you to buy a half interest in my
fighter.

Me? I don't know anything about prize
fighting.

It'll only cost you $2 ,000.

And if I'm right, someday you'll own
half the heavyweight champion of the

Heavyweight champion of the world, eh?
Yes, sir. He's rough now, Mr. Wayne, but

he's got the greatest possibilities of
any fighter I've ever seen.

What I'd like to... Oh.

Come in, Eleanor.

Eleanor, this is Mr. Hardy.

How do you do?

He and I were partners in some oil
properties in Pennsylvania.

Oh, yeah. Now he's switched to prize
fighters.

I'm glad to know you, Miss Wayne.

That must be much more interesting than
oil wells.

Yes.

Now, I've been thinking... I'll be going
now.

I'm glad to have met you, Miss Wayne.
It's nice to have met you.

I'll let you know just as soon as I can
get him set.

So, goodbye.

So long. Find your way out? Oh, sure.

Well?

Well, what? What are you buying this
time?

Now, listen, little lady. The first
thing I taught you was to address your

elders with respect.

Dad, if you tell me you're buying a
prize fighter... Certainly not.

Just half.

A half a prize fighter? Oh, Dad, you're
crazy.

Good for me.

Take all the things you know nothing
about, put them in one great big pile,

right in the middle will be a half a
prize fight.

Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't
bought my half yet.

Well, I'm not going to let you.

His name is Cole.

Fighting name, King Cole.

The best heavyweight prospect in the
country.

Oh, you're just quoting that man.

You know, there's quite a kick in
thinking about it.

Nursing him along, building him up, then
bam!

There you sit with half the heavyweight
champion of the world.

I don't believe it.

Hardy knows a winner when he sees one.

Why did he leave the oil business?

So he could look ten years younger.

The mind's made up, isn't it?

I wouldn't be surprised.

When do we look at him?

What do you mean, we?

I mean, I'm going with you this time.

Somebody has to watch out for the
family.

Eleanor, I want you to understand that I
am now of age and will tolerate no more

interference from you in my business
affairs.

Is that final? Yes, that's final.

What makes you think so?

Oh, nothing. I was just hoping.

Work, Joe.

Hey,

you guys, Peter. My pet says we could
sit here. My pet ain't got no say about

nothing. Peter. Down in front.

Yeah? Let's see you till my pet ain't
got no say about nothing. Let's see you.

Down in front.

Boys,

we paid for these seats.

Oh, it ain't our fault if you're a
sucker. My pet says we could sit here.

Listen, you guys.

Sit down.

Look at me. If you're not out of these
seats in two seconds, I'm going to start

yelling you stole my purse.

All right,

here goes.

You get annoyed. That's all I say. You
get annoyed.

Thank you. I told you there's no place
for a lady. Well, I'm not complaining.

That's not the point.

If you don't listen... What happened?

A knockout. The fight's over.

We didn't even see it. Who got knocked
out? I, huh?

I could want to be in, so I tagged. Quit
talking big.

Oh, Mr. Wayne. Well, what do you think?

Let's talk business. There's a
restaurant down the street. Can I meet

after you get dressed?

Sure thing. Okay.

Say, there's a fight on that boy.

You haven't even seen him fight.

He's big, though, isn't he?

I don't have to see him fight.

Just look at the other fellow.

Too bad, son.

Going to see Billy about another fight
here?

No.

Why not?

You've kicked around the clubs long
enough.

Next fight's going to be big time. Yeah.

What are we going to use for hamburgers
while we're waiting?

The $2 ,000 I'm getting tonight.

$2 ,000?

We're going to a training camp. Get you
in shape for traveling 10 and 15 rounds.

Teach you some of the smart points of
the game.

How does that sound, huh?

Cute.

I'm working you to get $2 ,000.

I, uh, I'm selling a half interest in
your contract.

No, Pop.

That's the only way we'll ever get
anyplace.

Oh, what are you talking about? We've
been hitting the bumps okay.

No, you're green, son.

Burning yourself up, knocking out pork
and peanuts for chicken feed.

Maybe you'll last a couple of years that
way. Then what?

Pop, this is supposed to be a personal
setup between me and you, and so far

we've been pulling in our belts without
squawking.

Let's keep on going the hard way, huh?
Just the two of us.

I'm going to make you champ.

The only way.

Yeah? Even if you get sore.

Oh.

You're that my daughter?

Oh, yes, yes. How do you do? How do you
do?

Miss Wayne, this is King Cole.

And Cole, this is Mr. Wayne.

Glad to know you both.

It's a pleasure.

Yes, indeed.

What will it be?

Coffee. Coffee.

Okay. A steak sandwich with French
fries.

Sure. And pie.

Apple. A la mode.

Yes. Now you know you shouldn't eat
that.

I'm hungry.

Apparently. I thought fighters had to
eat just certain things.

Are we supposed to talk in front of Miss
Wayne?

I guess so.

You see, it happens that I'm looking out
for my dad's interests. He knows

nothing whatsoever about the fight
industry.

And I'm just as much a part of this deal
as he is. Eleanor, a woman don't belong

around a prizefighter. How do you mean
that? Well, they're bad for a fighter. I

mean... Well, if you're hinting that I
have any ulterior motives toward your

beautiful young gentleman... He's not
hinting anything.

Be quiet, please.

If you're still interested, Mr. Wayne...

I figured on taking Cole up to the lakes
for a month or so first to harden him

up, you see, and then... What does he
weigh now?

Why do you ask him what I weigh? I can
talk.

What do you think you're buying, steak?

Cole.

Um, how tall is he?

Eleanor. Well, if this is your idea of
something, you can have it. I'm not

to sit here and listen to Lady
Richbuck's horn in. She's had everything

yelped for all her life, and she shows
it.

And that's the kind of woman I can't
stand.

Drive down a little and wait for me.

Listen, you. What do you want? I don't
want anything from you. What did you

follow me here for?

I didn't follow you.

I mean, I followed you to say that
nobody's ever talked about me the way

did. Well?

And no one has a right to talk that way
about anybody.

You've insulted me and I'm not going to
let you get away with it. You insulted

my father, too.

I didn't insult anybody.

All I want is for people to mind their
own business.

Well, I hope you don't think we care
anything about you.

Listen, lady, you already cost me two
bucks. How did I cost you two bucks?

Because I got sore and jumped in a cab.
I got 15 bucks in the world and I spent

two for a ride to no place.

That wouldn't mean nothing to you.

That's just the way you talked before.

Said I was a snob.

I never said snob in my life. Well, you
just as much as said it. And I don't

want any person in the world to say that
about me.

And if you do say it, you're lying and
being unfair.

Unfair? When you and your old man are
slicing me up like a pie?

Listen, I... Your father's only trying
to help Mr. Hardy by buying a half

interest in your contract. We don't want
any part of it, actually. We're not

interested. You sounded like it the way
you were buttoned in.

I'm only protecting my father. Since
he's retired, he sometimes goes into

investments. I suppose I'm a crazy
investment.

In a way, yes.

Thanks.

I still haven't said what I wanted to
say.

around, it may pop up.

I bet you'd be surprised if you knew I
was here.

What does that mean?

Well, maybe you think I'm bragging, but
I know plenty about women.

Well, congratulations.

Especially when they follow me around to
tell me how much they don't like me.

Then I know they're falling hard.

Well, I ought to slap your face. I'm not
kidding.

There's a blonde in the nightclub, see?

Harry's nightclub.

I know other blondes, but this one's
special.

She sings there and she can't sing for
sour apples.

When I walk into Harry's, the band plays
Old King Cole. Like she told him to,

and she takes my arm and leads me to a
table. Don't ask about your blonde.

I'm telling you, a guy in my business
can learn a lot.

And when a woman loves a fighter, she
loves a man.

And those are the kind that tell you how
it is with other women.

And how about me?

You know by now.

With all your class and fine clothes,
you're still a woman.

And there's something about me that's
got you.

What do you think now?

Once a dame did that to me in Chicago,
and I picked her up and threw her in a

fish pond.

Oh, go on and throw.

Throw me in the river.

Ah, don't worry.

I'm not sore anymore.

I feel sorry for you.

And you're a lady, and I'm a mug, and I
know where I belong.

You can settle down now.

No, thanks.

I'm going home.

Wait.

I'll tell you something, just to show
you there's no hard feeling.

I said I was going home.

All right.

This isn't exactly what I'd hoped to
say, but I think you're the most

self -centered, insulting person I ever
met. So there.

Yeah.

Now, what did you want to say to me?

You know, it's a funny thing, us coming
here tonight.

I mean...

Well, this wasn't a ride to no place,
like I said.

Ever since I come to New York, I figured
this was my own private spot.

I should never come here except the
night before a fight.

Oh, I didn't know I was trespassing.

I discovered it the night before my
first fight here, and I've been using it

ever since.

How? Well, I... I never told anybody
before, but here's how it is.

It's the night before a fight, see, and
I got an edge like a razor. You know,

gotta keep walking or go crazy.

So I come here, all alone.

All alone, and I squint my eyes and look
across the river here right into the

lights.

And I see a woman.

A sleeping woman.

Sort of calm and peaceful.

That's all I need, just to see her
sleeping.

Right away, my muscles loosen up and I
get relaxed.

Then I go home and sleep, just like
she's sleeping.

And the next morning when I wake up, I
feel all fresh and clean like a baby.

And I could step in a ring and lick any
man alive.

And I'm still not bragging.

Look.

I don't see her.

Where is she?

Oh, squint like this.

And look right over there where the
lights are real thick.

There's something wrong. I can't see her
either.

Oh, I do.

As well.

She's not sleeping, though.

Does she have to be sleeping? Yeah.

I can't see her at all.

No, she's not sleeping.

You see her when I can. I wonder why.

You're a strange fellow.

First you're, well, the way you were,
and now you're building romance around

your work.

I always thought prize fighters were men
without any foreheads and snorting

noses.

Yeah?

Well, I better get going.

To meet your blonde?

That's right.

By all means, get going.

Wish I had the nerve to fall for you.

You're a swell dish.

But I know where I don't belong.

Well, that's sweet of you.

You can get all you want, but take a
tip.

I'm bad news for you if you keep
thinking about me.

Got a way of getting home?

Oh, yes.

If you go straight to your lady, don't
worry about me.

Well, for your sake, I hope your old man
don't buy half me.

I hope so, too.

So long.

Goodbye.

Folks, ladies and gentlemen, your
attention, please.

Some of you probably haven't heard of
the fellow I'm going to introduce, but

he's one of the best young heavyweight
fighters that's hit this town in a long

time. And he just knocked out Galeetti
in a first round at Queens tonight.

How's about a big hand for King Cole and
his very, very charming lady friend,

Lola Snow.

Is King Cole there?

Yeah. You want him?

No.

No, thanks.

Morgan is blonde.

Hey.

We're pulling out.

Cooling out?

Where? Up to the lakes. You're going
into training.

So you made the deal, huh?

Yes, it's done.

And you can go ahead and say whatever
you want.

Well, say your piece.

I'm not sore anymore.

I tried to stop it and I couldn't, but
that's your tough luck.

Now I'm just sorry for you and old man
Wayne and his daughter.

Huh?

That's it.

When are we leaving?

As soon as we can get packed.

Where'd you go last night?

I asked you where you went.

Around.

Who were you with?

All I know is you tell me to keep away
from women and then you put one right in

my knapsack.

Thanks, Pop, but it's too bad for all of
you.

Good morning.

The door was open.

Good morning, Dad. Had breakfast?

I just finished.

I suppose you went through with that
silly deal.

Yes, I did, and it's not silly.

Want some toast?

Young lady, why did you leave me
stranded in Queens last night?

You can afford a cab.

Oh, I see.

It means nothing to you that you left
your own father on the wrong side of the

river.

Where'd you go?

Well, I followed your half a fighter all
over New York to tell him what I

thought of him. Oh.

Did you tell him?

I think so.

You know, that argument might have been
partly your fault.

Well, that doesn't matter.

What concerns me is that it's the worst
investment you've ever made. What makes

you say that?

Well, he's conceited. He dissipates.
Goes to nightclubs. Runs around with

blondes. How did you find that out?

I'm looking out for you.

Well, we'll put a stop to that
dissipating business.

Say, that's a lot of finding out to do
in one night.

Listen, if you ever hint that I'm
slightly interested in that big -headed

prizefighter of yours, I'll... I'll bop
you over the head with this. I'm not

hinting.

Where's he going to train?

What nightclub?

We're sending him to a camp.

When? He and Hardy are leaving today.

How long are they going to be gone?

Several weeks.

Well, for a girl who's not interested...
My mistake.

My mistake.

That's the stuff, Joe.

Hey, Stu, huh?

Special for you today, but no more.

Hey, expecting somebody?

Hello, everybody.

Hi.

Come in, come in.

Well, this is a surprise. He thought
we'd be out earlier, too.

What cold train, but Eleanor had her own
ideas about getting here.

Everything's over for today. We're just
going to eat supper.

Of course, we're on ahead.

We'll have to be leaving anyway.

I'd ask you to eat with us, but it's
just plain training camp food. We'll be

again soon.

I think it's very nice of Mr. Hardy to
ask us for dinner.

Sure, come on.

It's plenty to eat for everybody.

I don't think we should break in this
way.

Miss Wayne, this is Scott and Pete and
Mac.

How do you do?

Mr. Wayne.

Glad to know you, man.

Move over, fellas.

Sit down, please.

place, Joe.

No trouble.

Shame we're so late.

Time as I see a workout.

We'll be here for a while yet.

It's a special place, no nick.

Thanks for the honor.

Really? Thank you.

Butter?

No, thanks.

This is off your street, huh?

No, I think it's very interesting.

Yeah, I guess it's fun to go slumming.

I didn't say that.

Oh, relax.

Nobody gets so around here unless they
get a cut -eye.

Potato, please.

Of course, I haven't seen many fights in
my day.

Ever since radio, I've been staying home
and listening.

But they tell me the game softened up
quite a bit.

Well, they're not trained for endurance.

Most of them hustle for two rounds,
coast the third, and try to make a flash

the fourth.

I'll bet ten to one half of them
couldn't carry a bucket of water from a

Still got that chip on your shoulder?

It happened to be your chip.

What'd you come out here for?

What's on your mind?

It was hot inside.

I've been waiting for you.

Sit down.

This isn't your blonde.

Oh, you remember her, huh?

I saw her that night.

And the band played Old King Cole?

Thought I'd tell you that, too.

Yeah, the band played my piece.

Kind of silly, but I get a kick.

Well, if you won't sit according to the
rules, I gotta stand. Oh, don't bother.

I'm going for a walk.

Wow.

show you around.

I won't get lost.

Can't see much at night.

Oh, that's all right.

We just drove out for the air.

Is that all?

Remember that half interest in me?

What'd you think of my father buying
half your contract?

I don't mind now.

First, I was burned, but I gotta admit
he's doing plenty for me. All this.

Told him it was the wrong thing to do.

It was.

You know, last night I was standing out
by the ring here, and all at once it was

Madison Square Garden.

The band was playing my piece.

Will you be surprised when that happens?

Will you?

No.

You're rather certain about your future,
aren't you?

I wouldn't say that.

Mr. Hardy says you're going to be
champion of the world someday.

What do you think?

He's right.

But you're not certain about your
future.

I better get you straight about me.

When I talk about being champ someday,
it's not talking about something I know

is going to happen.

It's talking about something that's got
to happen.

You see the difference?

No.

Well, I want you to.

Because already you know more about me
than I ever figured to tell anyone.

What do I know?

Well, for one thing, that there's
something hanging over me all the time.

It's something I don't know about
myself. I mean...

What would happen to me if I found I'd
gone as far as I could without being

champ?

See what I mean?

In a way, I do.

Hard to explain, but I'm living for one
thing, to prove to myself I can be

champ.

And if that doesn't happen?

It'd be like getting to a certain spot
and finding that from there on there was

nothing.

Nothing in the world.

When you're living and working for one
thing.

I think I understand how you feel.

And you'll get what you want, I know
that.

Do you think so?

Mm -hmm.

Kind of nice to hear from somebody else.

Didn't you ever talk to your blonde
about these things?

No.

Just you.

We better go back in the house.

Why? Can't you tell?

Because I like too much to look at you
and be near you.

And out here, I'm liable to forget that
you're a lady and I'm just a mug.

Like right now, I want to kiss you any
other time I wanted to kiss a woman.

I slapped her once for less than this.

I know.

We're headed for trouble, lady.

That's right.

Headed for trouble.

They're introducing challenges in the
ring now while the fighters are having

their gloves laced. This cold is
surprisingly calm for a man fighting his

main event in the garden.

Sorry, aren't they?

Don't die of heart failure.

There's enough excitement right here.
...fighters into the center of the ring,

giving them a quick once -over on the
rules.

Come out fighting, hit clean, and may
the best man win.

Now, let's do it, Cole.

Don't worry.

They go to their corners now.

And there's the bell.

The men advance to the center of the
ring, circling slowly, looking each

over. Snell jabs at the left.

And Cole cuts loose with a right to the
jaw.

Snell tries his left again and takes a
right to the heart. He's looking at Cole

in surprise.

And there goes another to Snell's jaw.
But Cole hammers at him with lefts and

rights and he staggers away.

A left to his jaw. A right to his heart.
Another right. And Snell is down.

And the count is three, four, five.

He's still down.

Seven, eight, nine.

And the fight is over.

It's a knockout for Cole in the first
round.

He went and he's done in the first
round.

Yes.

Wish you'd been there.

Better this way.

Those last three weeks at camp seem kind
of long.

I kind of miss you.

Thanks.

Did you see your sleeping lady last
night? Yeah, she's back.

She's gone again.

Whenever I'm with you.

Maybe she's jealous.

No slap?

No slap.

Why do we keep leading with our chins
like this?

I don't know.

I'm no good for you.

That's right.

There are guys on the good side of the
track that'd eat off their right hand

you.

This is a shame.

Yes.

Why don't you say something that'll set
me straight?

I want to.

This is my fault.

You see, I'm part of a small circle that
lives and dies within the circle.

Never looking outside because nothing
worthwhile ever happens beyond.

We're protected by two great walls.

Money and family. That's it. That's what
I want to hear.

And that's what's supposed to be.

But... But ever since I can remember, I
wanted to be outside those walls.

There was boarding school when I went to
public school.

There was a girls' college when I was
the thrill of being in a state

where the boy next to you had to wait on
tables to pay for the future he was

dreaming about.

I never got near a university.

Not even high school.

My mother died when she was too young.

She wore a ribbon around her throat and
would have fainted to see you hit a man.

My mother scrubbed floors in an office
building.

See what I mean?

There's nothing wrong with that.

Look at me. You know what I am. Why
don't you help me by telling me off?

Put me in my place.

All right.

You're cheap and common, just like that
blonde, and the only way you can live is

by your fists. Now you're talking.

You meant that, too, didn't you?

No.

Oh.

I can't argue alone.

As a gentleman, I apologize for
intruding.

As a father, where in the devil did you
go last night?

I was married.

Not true.

Cole.

Yes, Dad?

That happened quickly, didn't it?

It surprised me, too.

I wish you had thought a bit.

It can't, Dad. Not about that.

I see.

Where is he?

Downstairs, waiting to talk to you.

He's expecting trouble.

I'd like to talk to him alone first.

Aren't you going to congratulate me?

I'll talk to you later.

Hello, Colt. Mr. Wayne.

I asked Eleanor to wait upstairs while
you and I became a little better

acquainted.

After all, I thought of you only as a
fighter.

First, I'd like to hear a little more
about yourself as an individual.

Your family and all that.

That's what I thought.

You figure I'm the wrong guy for a blue
-blood family, don't you?

Is that the way you feel?

That's the way you feel.

There's not much to tell about my people
except they worked too hard and died

young.

When my old man died, I quit grammar
school and went to work in the Chicago

stockyards.

One day a guy took a swing at me and I
swung back and he went down.

That's the way I've been under my feet
ever since.

I've kicked around with the worst of
them all my life.

But you can tell your society reporters
I never went to reform school and I

never went to jail.

How do you like those apples?

See, you weigh 196, don't you?

Yeah.

How tall are you?

6 '3". Why?

I'm interested in two things.

My daughter's husband as a man and my
daughter's happiness as a wife.

I can see you're a man.

As for the other, I don't know.

I can only hope and ask you to do
everything in your power to make it

I'm hoping myself.

She's got a lot more class than I'm used
to.

Don't let her worry you.

She has social position, yes, but her
great -grandfather was a ditch digger.

Keep her happy, that's all.

You're okay with me, sir?

Same here.

I'll get your wife.

Hello, Pop.

Morning.

I, uh... I got some news for you.

I, uh... No, you haven't. Mr. Wayne
phoned me.

Oh.

I'm a lucky guy, Pop.

Yeah.

Moving in with the family?

Yeah.

Her old man sort of talked me into it.

He's great. You were right.

Boy, what a layout.

Got more rooms than a hotel.

The room next to the bedroom, they're
turning into a gym.

All kinds of stuff.

I'll be training so much you won't have
nothing to beef about.

Yeah. You can come over lots in the
daytime to see that I'm working out

I gotta be with my wife, Pop. You
understand that?

Yeah, but don't let them talk you out of
fighting.

I don't think they'll try, except, well,
a fighter in the family. Whoever talks

me out of fighting will do it when I'm a
knock flat.

You'll be champing an old man before
then.

Yeah.

There's something I haven't got around
to saying yet.

What's that?

Congratulations.

Thanks, Pop.

Someday you're going to mean that.

I hope so.

Hi, Cole.

How'd you happen to meet her? You moving
in? How about a couple of pictures on

the inside, Cole?

Are you going to quit fighting? What
does your wife think about fighting,

Come on, get out of this place. Come on,
get out of here.

Let us inside, Cole, will you? What's
the matter, bud? Red blood going to your

head?

This is all I got to say. I'm not going
to open up so you can make cracks about

me in the paper. I saw what happened to
other guys in this spot, and it's not

going to happen to me.

I'm sorry, but Miss Wayne still isn't
in.

You're right, Bob. It's not going to
happen to you.

I don't care what you say. I'm Mr. Cole,
and Miss Wayne happens to be Mrs. Cole.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Cole.

That's all right.

Where's Mrs.

Cole? In the living room, sir.

Hello, honey. Hello.

Those guys.

Yeah, they're not there.

Bunch of them.

Did you get your things?

I got plenty.

First they make a grandstand speech to
the reporters outside and then the

wouldn't let me in.

That's one way to start.

Why don't they let us along?

Don't let it get you.

We're going to be in for a lot of that.

Are you afraid, Cole?

No. Don't like it, that's all.

Listen, darling.

You're married because I wanted you.

Without rhyme or reason, I wanted you.

Maybe it's all wrong, but I'm glad.

And I don't care what anyone in the
world thinks as long as I'm with you.

How could a guy miss with a wife like
that?

Come on now, relax.

We're going to be around here a long
time.

I was born here, right in this house.

Yeah?

Say, it's a place, all right.

It's going to take me a long time to
feel like I belong.

You belong right now.

I'm glad your old man... I mean, I'm
glad your father's got half my contract

I can feel like I'm paying my share
around here.

And all the time I'll be learning a lot
about manners and stuff just watching

you. Oh, let's forget that.

Be ourselves always.

Especially for what I have planned
tonight.

What's that?

I'm still remembering what you said
about Harry's and...

That blonde clinging to your arm.

Oh, that.

This is your wife talking, Cole.

There'll be no more blondes.

Because from now on, I'm going to be the
lady on your arm.

Tonight, we're going to Harry's.

Oh, no.

Congratulations,

King. I'll pick you right up.

you can do the job. You're going to talk
right with me.

Word for word.

And let's quit arguing with... Are you
kids fighting?

Oh, no, no.

I was just leaving for shopping. Peter
said you wanted to see me about

something. Yes, yes, sir.

Sit down, dear.

You see, Hardy here worked out cold this
morning and he will... You tell her how

he was.

Soft as mush.

We realize, dear, that you and Cole have
only been married two months, that

you're still in a sort of honeymoon
state. But the fact remains that Cole's

fighter, and he's soft as mush.

Well, that isn't his fault.

The gymnasium here was only finished
last week, and I've been taking up a lot

his time. After all, he is my husband.

Do you know he fights Mickey Massey next
month?

Yes, but we're not worried.

How would you like to see him get his
ears knocked off?

What? That's exactly what'll happen to
him if I don't get him in shape in a

hurry. So we... Howdy talked to Cole
this morning about going to a training

camp. For how long? Until the fight.

Then I'll go too.

That's just what Cole said.

All right, then it's settled.

But I don't want you alone.

Well, who's asking you?

I wish I knew how to talk to you.

Can't you understand that a woman
shouldn't be around a fighter?

No, I can't. You could if it wasn't the
reason. Don't you see that a fighter

must keep in strict training? And in a
training camp, you'd be ruining

everything I'm trying to do.

I see what you mean, gentlemen, and I
admire your bad taste.

Meanwhile, my married life happens to be
my own affair, and I'll do as I wish.

Mrs. Cole, I hope you'll excuse me for
meddling.

It's only that I hate to see his hopes
for the championship spoiled by a woman

who says she loves him.

What's the matter?

I talked to Hardy and Dan.

Oh. They ask you to stay, huh?

Mm -hmm. Well, those guys can bark up
another tree.

I'm doing what's good for me, and I'm
taking you along.

No, you aren't.

They're right.

I've been having such a wonderful time
these past two months.

I hadn't realized this moment was bound
to come.

Let's face it.

I'm married to a fighter, and I love
him.

And I want him to be the best fighter in
the world.

That means I stay home.

No matter how much we hate to admit it,
that's right, isn't it?

Well... And it'll be right all through
the years you're fighting.

But I asked for it.

I'm not sorry.

Now I'll help you pack.

You'll be hearing from me.

So long.

Keep out of the rain.

I've taken care of her all right so far.

You watch yourself, son.

Goodbye, Pop.

Goodbye. And thank you.

Be seeing you.

Pop's very grateful for what you've
done, and I... Forget it.

I think I've already put one over on
him.

How?

I'll let you know.

Your play.

Excuse me?

Since when did I become bad company?

Oh, be quiet.

It's just that I'm used to having a man
around.

Who am I?

You're an old aunt.

It's your play.

Now I realize what you meant today about
putting one over.

That's good. We're going to have another
fighter in the family.

Are we? Well, aren't we?

I told you I'd let you know when I'm
sure. Well, let's find out about this

now. Mind your own business.

It's your play.

Yep.

We sure fool pop.

Pleased to meet you, lady.

I played the jack -o' -heart.

Oh.

I played the king.

Pardon?

Don't you want to play?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

How do you feel?

Will you stop asking me that?

I only wanted to know.

Well, I feel like a moss -eaten rug, and
I hate this game. And here I sit

playing night after night.

Do you know why?

Maybe you've had enough for tonight.

Because if I don't play, I'll go crazy.

Do you realize how many times Cole's
been home since he started on tour?

Twice in all these months.

Well, a fighter has to travel.

Can't stay in one city forever.

But he should be here now.

Above all times.

He should be here.

Eleanor, please.

What's the matter, dear?

Dad! Dad!

Boston AC.

What? No, I can't call him. He's
fighting now.

I said he's fighting right now.

What?

Hospital?

Huh? What hospital?

Yeah, I'll tell him.

After the fight.

Is it a... Yes, it's a boy.

Your daughter went through it
wonderfully.

Well, of course she did.

May I?

This is certainly something.

I'm glad you won.

Hello, honey.

Did you see the baby?

Not yet. I came straight to the room.

Go look at him.

He's very unusual.

A special permission of a prizefighter's
career.

I know.

The one place I should have been is here
tonight.

Even weeks ago, I should have been with
you, waiting, but... But, honey, I...

Never mind.

Good night.

Honey, I... Good night.

I don't want to talk to you.

She's doing swell, isn't she? Very well.
That's great.

Could I see my kid?

Why... Why, yes, I... Excuse me.

Something wrong?

He wants you.

I didn't mean that.

Honestly, I didn't.

No. You had a right to say what you did.

So many months.

Wondering how long I can stand being
alone.

Then I see you and I love you more than
ever.

Cut it out, will you?

Hand me Bonham like our kid.

That's what I want.

Two babies needing me.

I wish there was some way I could be
with you all the time.

I thought it would be so easy to hit the
top and settle down with the money I

earned for you.

I don't know.

All a man can do is keep fighting and
fighting and trying.

I have to do that.

I have to.

I know, Cole.

I'll learn to be patient.

Because I have to admit you're worth
waiting for.

Did you see him? Did you see him? He's
trying to say something, ain't he?

Eight pounds and how many ounces? Seven.

Seven, huh?

Look at him. Just like his mother.

Class all over.

I'd hate to get in the way of his left
hook when he's about 18.

He's going to be a heavyweight, too.

Oh, no. He's a gentleman.

That kid ain't going to fight.

What do fathers know?

Yeah, what do fathers know?

Hello, son. Get in.

The hat on, son.

Is there something wrong?

It's a surprise.

Your father's coming home this
afternoon.

Oh.

I knew you'd want to go to the airport
to meet him. It's been several months.

What's the matter?

I should be at football practice this
afternoon.

We're playing the Case Juniors Saturday,
and, well, I should be practicing.

But this is something special, Albert.

Your father's coming home because he's
finally going to fight for the

championship. Why didn't he fight for it
before?

Son, the last few times your father's
been home, you seem to resent him a

little.

Will you help to make him happy this
time?

He's so fond of you.

Please.

He doesn't care anything about us.

Albert. Why does he leave you alone so
much when he knows you want him here?

You don't understand.

Your father's doing his work just like
any other man.

He can't help the fact that it keeps him
away so much.

But you're so lonely.

Even with me, you're lonely.

I want you to be happy, and he's
spoiling everything.

I'm unhappy now when you talk that way
about your father.

You love him just like I do.

But you try to think too much and your
thoughts get all mixed up.

He's going to be champion of the world.

And we're going to be proud of him
because we love him.

Yes, mother.

Please.

How'd you feel when he got the news?

Well, kind of like it couldn't be true.

Campaigning around all these years,
taking my ups and downs.

I was beginning to wonder what if some
hometown palooka knocked me cold before

got a crack at the chair.

That can't happen now. No.

Boy, I've lived a long time for this
chance, and I'm going to be plenty ready

when it comes.

What are your plans?

Oh, I figured I'd go north to start
light training in a couple of weeks, and

from there we'll... That's about six
months away.

I could use more time than that.

Six months isn't any too much.

No. I'll need at least three months up
north, loafing around. You know, sort of

ease into it.

After that, we'll hit camp for the real
work.

Take our time getting ready.

Because the night of that fight... Good
night.

What's the matter?

Nothing. I have to get up early for
school, and I thought I'd better go to

Good night, Mother.

You may stay up a while longer, son.

After all, tonight... No, he's right.

The kid needs all the sleep he can get.

Good night, son. Are you coming up,
Mother?

In a few minutes.

Pardon me.

Good night.

Good night.

You were talking about the night of the
fight. I usually read to him for a few

minutes while he dozes off. Why don't
you do it tonight?

I'll see you later.

The Black Cavalry was not disappointed.

My... My hair.

My hair.

Van Gen readily procured good horses,
and all the boys could ride, though none

was as perfect a horseman or horseboy as
Peter and Ben.

They saw the... the... Hague.

Hague.

To their heart's content.

And the Hague saw them.

Expressing its...

Approbation. Yeah, approbation.

I'm not so hot on the reading, am I? Oh,
you're fine, sir. I asked you to call

me dad.

I try to, sir, but I want to say
goodnight to mother.

Will you please tell her?

You don't like me, do you?

Oh, will you please send mother in?
What's the matter with me? I'm your

I... I'll go get her.

Cole. He wants to see you.

I can't open, Mother.

I don't know how to act with him.

You've hurt him, son. You mustn't. I was
looking at you tonight when he said he

was going away again.

He shouldn't do that, do you?

Don't worry about that.

Be good to him, for my sake.

I want to do what makes you happy,
but...

Everything's going to be all right.

Go to sleep now.

Good night.

What'd he say?

I always go in to say goodnight, that's
all.

All right, don't tell me.

My own kid.

You must realize he's only a child.

He's shy because he doesn't see you very
often. That's not it.

He doesn't want to see me.

What goes on in this house? What are
people saying around here that's turned

against me? Cole. I can feel it.

I can feel it with you two, like
whispering behind my back.

What's the matter? Have you decided
after ten years you're too good for the

you married?

Well, I'm glad your son didn't hear you
say that. My son.

He can't even call me dad.

Whose ball is it? Mine, I suppose.

That's what I get for all these years
pounding my heart out on the sticks.

You're not talking sense, Cole.

I'm saying what I feel.

That kid's speaking for all of you. He
doesn't know me and he doesn't want to.

He's ashamed of me.

All right, have it your way.

But how can your son have any feeling
whatsoever for a father he sees once in

six months?

I'm taking care of my family the only
way I can.

You're taking care of yourself.

You had all the money you needed five
years ago.

You could have come home then to provide
a normal life for your family.

To let your son know you and love you.

But you wouldn't quit because you
promised yourself to achieve something

regardless of us.

What do you want me to do? Quit when I
sign for the biggest fight of my life?

Do what you want.

Well, you don't expect us to crawl to
you on our hands and knees just because

you dropped by your house on the way to
the championship.

We don't care whether you're a champion
or not.

Where are you going? I'm going where you
found me. Where a man can be himself

with his own people and not worry what
they're thinking about.

I'm sick and tired of trying to be
something I'm not. Cole!

going to Joe's apartment, see?

And we walk in, and there's his wife.
You should have seen Joe.

What did he do?

Nothing. He just drops the dame he's
carrying and says, hello, honey.

Here you are, big boy. Take this and
forget your trouble. Come on, King. Snap

out of it.

Yeah.

I'll do the cheering up.

He wouldn't be here.

He just got upset and took a walk or so.

Table for two?

Okay.

Dad.

Isn't this a swell break? The first time
I'm here in six months and you show up.

Yeah.

Maybe you'd better take the car home and
I'll stay here and talk to him.

Wait.

I'll take care of this.

I was hoping I wouldn't see this, Cole.

Thought I was kidding, huh?

Come on over to the table and meet my
kind of people.

No, I've seen enough.

And maybe I should thank you for helping
me to settle everything.

Let's go, Dad.

I don't let her worry you.

Well, what do you say now?

You better go to bed, Cole.

You didn't think I'd do it, did you?

Yeah, the band played old King Cole and
I liked it.

What do you think about the guy you
married now? Please, Albert will hear

asked you what you thought now.

Don't you know what's the matter yet?

All that talk about waiting for me and
my own kid not knowing me, that's not

That's not what keeps eating inside you.
You're hurting my arm.

We know what's wrong, both of us. I told
you the first night I met you. You're a

lady, see, and I'm a tramp.

I showed you tonight, didn't I?

Say something to that.

What should I say?

That I hate you when I don't?

All I know is that our marriage is going
on the rocks.

And I'm standing and watching because I
don't know what to do.

You were in trouble tonight.

And you went right back to the people
who knew you before I did.

That means a lot.

Why couldn't I hold you tonight?

You told me where I stood.

I wanted to stay. But you left.

And now after waiting all these months
to tell you how much I love you and

missed you, I'm going back to my room
and lock the door.

I'd like to talk some more. I'm all
mixed up.

I'm not.

Good night.

Honey.

one of the greatest fighters that ever
lived.

It's too bad for both of them.

They're not going to find happiness this
way.

It's a wonderful woman he's losing.

I must realize that these charges were
made because the laws of this state

require them.

Officially, I accept them.

But privately, I must observe.

You're a decent couple, torn apart by an
intangible...

Something.

There has been no request for alimony.

Just please for sole custody of the
child.

I have requested that the boy be present
because he is of sufficient age and

intelligence to realize the seriousness
of the duty which you have forced upon

him.

Albert Cole, this child is in your
custody, effective as of today, for a

of six months.

Thereafter, Eleanor Wayne Cole, by the
ensuing six months, you are your son's

custodian.

After which period, the boy himself
shall choose which parent he shall

with permanently.

And it is my fervent hope that before
this decree becomes final, that you will

have reached a more pleasant solution of
your difficulties.

That is all.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Is the decision of the court
satisfactory, Ms. Colwell? Yes, thank

Thanks. Will the counsel please remain?

Albert spent six months with his father.

After that, he comes back to us.

Then he decides for himself.

Don't worry.

I... I hope you can understand why I
asked for the boy.

To... Well, to make him see that I love
him just as much as you do and want him

just as much.

I understand.

But don't you think it's a little late
to try to prove that?

I'll pack his things and send him to
your hotel.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Well, son, I'll see you.

Yes, sir.

So long, Pop.

Help him take care of Alvin.

I promise.

Goodbye. I'm sorry this had to happen.
Yeah.

I hope you realize what you're doing.

More than anything else in the world,
that boy wants his mother.

He's gonna want me.

I gotta prove to myself I can make that
happen.

I'll do it, too.

You had his mother.

Come on, let's get ready for him.

Remember, clean underwear every other
day.

Clean socks every morning.

Understand? Why can't I tell the judge
now that I want to stay with you?

Can't I explain to him, please?

But that isn't fair.

You must give your father a chance.

Oh, but six months.

It'll be good for you.

You may put on some muscle.

See you downstairs.

I want you to promise me something.

Yes, Mother?

Go to your father, remembering it's
natural and right for you to love him.

This way is wrong.

You've built a wall around yourself
that's hurt his pride terribly.

I love him, but I can't do anything to
help him as long as he feels the way he

does.

You're the only one.

It's my fault, isn't it? Don't think
that.

Just promise that you'll help us all by
giving him a chance.

I'll... I'll sure try.

You're liable to find that your father's
a very wonderful man.

I did.

A long time ago.

You might even decide...

Hello,

son?

Hello.

Hello, Mr. Hardy. Hello, Albert.

Well, better get your coat off, huh?

Thank you.

Is there anything you want, like a
sandwich

or a soda or something?

No, thanks.

Say, that's some arm you got there, do
you know it?

It's not much, Dad.

room's in there.

This is yours. The whole works.

Oh, thanks. A football suit and a
motorbike and everything.

That's wonderful.

And you know who we're going to see
tomorrow?

Dutch Arnold, the greatest pro football
player in the country.

It's sure nice of you. I saw his picture
in your room.

We're going to be his guests at the game
tomorrow.

Sit right with a swat on the bench.

How do you like those apples?

I certainly appreciate it. We're going
to have great times together, all right?

I know we are, kid.

Go right ahead, kid.

You'll miss her.

I'm getting it, too.

Oh, I'll be all right, Dad.

Sure you will.

We're going to be a great pair, you and
me.

Hiya, big boy.

Who are you writing to? Mother.

Thanks.

That's a long letter.

Five pages already.

Want me to see if I can dig up a stamp
someplace for you?

It's all right. Mother gave me some.

How's everything going at school?

Pretty good.

Everything okay at the hotel here?

It's fine.

I figured maybe tomorrow we could go
riding in Central Park if you want to.

You might even start looking around for
your own pony.

My own pony?

Say, that'd be swell.

Maybe this afternoon, huh? Oh, wait till
I tell the kids at school about this.

Especially Pinky Muffet. He thinks he's
so much. What did Pinky do?

Well, he has his own pony.

He always talks so big.

Like today.

I almost had a fight with him.

Fight, huh?

Well, what about?

Well, he was with some of his friends,
and he said that you'd never be champion

of the world if you lived a million
years.

I stick up for you, though. I said you'd
knock that man flat in two rounds,

maybe even one.

And you will, too, won't you?

Sure I will.

Boy, we'll sure show old Piggy Moffat,
won't we?

Yeah, we'll sure show Piggy.

He's fine.

I know I shouldn't ask this, but have
you anything planned for Albert this

afternoon?

Well... Well, not exactly. Why?

I'd like to see him.

It would mean so much to me.

Well... Well, sure.

That's grand of you, Cole.

I'll have the car pick him up in half an
hour.

And... Thanks again.

Oh, that's okay.

Yeah, I will.

Just a minute.

Hello, Mother.

Oh, that's great.

Sure, sure, I'll be ready. Goodbye.

Carl won't be here for half an hour.
Well, I better be downstairs so I won't

miss it.

Yeah.

Well, be sure and tell your mother hello
for me. I will, and I'll tell her all

the things I wrote, all over again, and
about the pony.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Oh, hello, dear.

Mother.

My,

you're much heavier.

What have you been doing?

Different things.

How's Grandpa?

Fine. You're having a good time, aren't
you?

Yes, Mother. I've enjoyed your letters
so much.

Especially about the football game. That
must have been wonderful.

It was.

How's your dad?

Fine.

He's very nice to me.

I know he is.

Does he ever mention me?

Lots of times.

It sort of slips out. What does he say?

Just good things.

You think he misses me a little?

I guess he does.

I know I do.

Oh, Mother, I know he's been swell to
me, buying me so many things.

He's even going to get me a pony.

But there's nothing in the world that
would make me want to stay away from

Son, I'll never forget what you just
said.

And I'm so proud of the way you've acted
so far.

But you mustn't make up your mind now.

Your father's doing all he can to make
you happy.

You must give him every chance
because...

He wants you every bit as much as I do.
I can't help making up my mind.

For his sake.

Mother, why do you always tell me to try
to let him keep me?

Don't you want me anymore?

Oh, son, what?

King, I haven't said anything because I
know you've had a lot on your mind.

But it's time you started getting ready
for this fight.

I guess it is.

And I've been wondering, what are you
going to do about the boy when we leave

town?

We're not leaving town.

But you've got to go to camp. This is
the biggest fight of your life.

It's bigger than you think.

I've got to win and make that kid proud
of me.

If I ever hope to hold him.

Well, how do you expect to get in shape?

By sitting around town and batting a bag
in the gym?

Can't you see what I'm up against? I
can't take the kid out of school to go

camp with me.

If I leave him here alone, I'll lose
him.

So I stay right here with him.

And don't worry about me. Because I'll
train harder for this fight than I ever

have in my life.

If I ever saw a man who needed a couple
of months in a training camp, you're it.

We'll do all right in town.

There goes the fight.

Don't say that!

All right.

That's what's going to make the kid
proud of me.

See me right up there on top.

He even told me so today.

And it's going to happen.

A fine place to train, Central Park.

Might as well be at Coney Island.

What are you bellyaching about?

We're doing all right.

Go ahead, sing your swan song.

28 days to the fight, and here we are
waltzing around a fish pond.

What time is it?

I wonder if he's home from school yet.
What if he is? You can be away for five

minutes.

Let's rest a second.

He sure was tickled with that baseball
suit.

Did you see his face?

Yes, I saw his face.

You know something, Pop?

I feel more and more like there's a
chance of him wanting to stay with me.

You been noticing the change?

I've got other things to worry about.

I felt for a while that it was crazy to
think that, but now, especially when he

sees me win the championship... King,
listen. Will you forget that boy for a

while? This is no fairy tale.

You got the fight to think about.

Get your mind clear. Be ready for it.
I'm ready right now.

Let's go.

All right.

You know best.

You're ready and you're going to win and
your boy is going to rush right into

your arms.

I wish you could see how things really
are.

What are you trying to say?

That he's not going to stay with me? No,
I... That I'm going to lose the fight?

If you're trying to tell me that... I'm
not trying to tell you anything.

Anymore.

I know you're busy, Pop, but I had to
talk to you.

I'm worried about Cole.

No more than I am.

Those things I've been reading in the
paper hinting he isn't in condition.

Are they true?

No. Physically, he was never in better
shape.

Then what's the trouble?

The way his mind is. All keyed up about
holding on to the boy.

Not being able to think about the fight
as a fight.

He does love him, doesn't he? Is that
why he wouldn't go to training camp?

So he could stay near his son?

Yes, but in doing that, he's ruining his
own chances.

You can't go into a fight with your mind
a mile away.

You've got to plan your moves, be ready
for surprises, know where you're going

every second. If you don't, you're
licked.

Could that happen to him? The way he is
now.

Pop, I know Cole's lost a few decisions
in fights, but has he ever been beaten?

I mean, really beaten by a man better
than he?

Never.

Has he ever talked to you?

Like he did to me about the fear of
being counted out before he wins the

championship? Often.

And you could feel that he was afraid of
what might happen if he didn't get it.

Afraid of himself.

That's right.

I suppose that's true of any man who
loses the one thing he's lived for.

What are your plans if he loses?

None. Just quit, I guess.

He wouldn't fight after that.

My son will come back to me when the six
months are up. I know that.

Yes, he will.

That leaves Cole alone, just when he's
lost everything.

And when he's afraid of what might
happen to him.

I've tried to straighten him out. I...
You see, I've been hoping that when he

spent these six months with Albert and
learned to know him as a son, and if he

could win this fight he's worked for so
hard, well, perhaps he could find

himself and we could be together again.

I didn't know you felt that way about
him.

Now don't you see why we can't let him
lose?

He mustn't go to pieces.

Pop, you have to make him win.

I'm trying, and I'll try twice as hard
now for you.

But he's still the man in the ring.

Not nervous, huh?

I was nervous about her, I tell you.

Now, don't try any grandstand stuff.

Whatever you do, be careful.

Remember, he's got ten pounds on you,
and you're not as young as you used to

You've been reading the paper.

And watch out for his right crow.

Remember that defense we worked on. I
know, I know.

Cross him before the second left you
have.

Yes, sir.

Have you heard anything from Eleanor?

She wants you to win.

And the kid, he's at ringside, isn't he?
With the old man? Sure he is.

We're all pulling for you, son.

Now listen, King, this guy's dynamite,
see? Keep that in the back of your head

all the time.

And don't be ashamed to cover up if you
get into trouble.

With the kid out there watching me?

Listen, Pop, they can tie my right hand
behind my back tonight and I can still

win in three rounds.

I got something to fight for.

They're getting final instructions now
from the referee and the crowd is on

as it waits to see fight history made
tonight.

Can Cole do what few men have done in
the ring?

Can a man who has fought 11 years win
the championship in his 30s? My experts

say not.

But near us is Cole's 10 -year -old son,
sitting at ringside. And if a boy can

make a wish come true for his dad, there
will be a new champion tonight.

And now they're going to their corners.

Use your head and keep moving, see?

This is for you, son.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Cole is trying hard for a quick
knockout. The champ still hasn't had

set. And is backing around the ring as
Cole throws blows from all angles.

There goes one of the champ's chins. And
he's a very surprised man.

Get him, Cole. Get him.

All through that round, you left
yourself wide open. You're not fighting.

fighting. I know what I'm doing.

How about it?

Great!

But you're not doing what we planned,
King. This is working better.

Hold the next round.

Do what I tell you, will you, please?

landing solid blows to the body and
head.

He's cool and collected now and Cole
apparently can't get past his guard.

hasn't been able to land a solid punch
since he had the champion down in the

first. What a beating he's been taking.

Hard lefts and rights to his head.

Crushing blows at his midsection.

And there's a touching bit of drama here
tonight, folks.

Cole seems to keep looking down at his
son at ringside, trying to tell him he's

all right. The boy seems to be taking
every punch with his father.

Oh, Cole.

Cole. King, now you've got to listen to
me.

You can take him if you do what I tell
you. Just one punch.

Keep jabbing with your left. Keep that
left in his face and then shoot with

right.

Five, six, seven, and the champ is on
his feet again. He took Cole's best

and it didn't have much effect, although
he took advantage of the count.

That was it.

But his punch is gone.

Isn't there any chance?

Can't stop him now. There's no use
taking all this.

No, boss, no.

How about it? I'm all right.

You just hit me lucky, that's all. I'm
not hurt.

You can't stop him.

I can't lose in front of the kid. I got
to win.

All right.

Keep that left in his face. Keep moving
and shoot your right, see?

I'm watching one of the gamest fighters
in ring history tonight. Cole has been

knocked down eight times in ten rounds,
and he's still fighting. His trainer has

been pleading with him to quit, but he
won't admit he's beaten. Right now, he's

swinging wildly, trying hard to land,
and he's going down again.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

That's enough.

Uh, son?

They've raised the champ's hand now.

Cole still hasn't been revived, but his
seconds are working over him

frantically.

I want to

see my dad. All right.

In a little while.

Come on, James.

Come on.

Get out of here. Come on, boy. Come on.

That's the boy.

Don't let the kids see me, Pop.

Don't let them see me.

All right, boys, I'll take care of them.

I've lost the

kid, Pop.

Don't talk now. I'm lying quiet.

I've lost my son.

You can't come in here. This is

cold, son.

Okay. I want to go home.

I know you say.

Keep that door shut.

Albert.

No, Bob.

how much you wanted to win.

But please don't feel so terrible about
losing.

You did the best you could and there's
nothing to be ashamed of.

Thanks, son.

And the reason I came down there, Dad,
is to tell you that I've decided to stay

with you.

With me?

Yes, Dad.

Did you hear, Pop? He wants to stay with
me.

Did you hear?

Yes, I heard it.

Why, son?

Why did you decide to stay with me?
Because I want to. No, no. Why?

Because... Because... Well, you'll be
all alone and you got to have somebody

now. You need me.

Good night.

Hello, Cole.

Eleanor.

I brought Albert back to you because I
know now he's yours.

I tried, Mother.

He won't listen to me.

I don't know just how to say it, except
that tonight this boy showed me what it

is to be a man.

He offered to stay with me, but...

I couldn't keep him knowing he was just
doing all he could to make things easier

for me.

That's one of the things that's fine
about him.

So I want to thank you for what both of
you have tried to do for me.

Well.

Carl.

How did it feel losing tonight?

I was ashamed for a while, but not
anymore.

You used to say if you were ever really
beaten as a fighter, you'd be afraid of

what might happen after that.

That was before I knew how it feels to
lose.

It's not bad. It's kind of good.

Like a big load off my shoulders.

And you made a sacrifice tonight.

For the first time.

No, I... I just saved the kid from
making one.

You're feeling sorry for me, honey, and
you and I don't like that. No, I'm not,

Cole.

I'm glad you're finally able to face
failure with your head up.

Always before you were afraid of losing.

And because of that, you lost everything
you loved and lived for.

If you could have only known before what
you learned tonight, that if you're not

afraid of failure, there is no failure.

That's right, isn't it?

Yeah, I miss plenty on that one.

Goodbye, son.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mother, I know I'm not old enough to
interfere, but there is a man that

needs us.

I think he does.

At last.