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[Classical music playing]

[Classical music continues playing]

- [Vehicles passing] - —[Horns honking]

[Jake] /remember those cheers.

They st/7/ ring in my ears,

and for years they remain in my thoughts.

'Cause one night, I took off my robe, and what did I do?

I forgot to wear shorts.

I recall every fall, every hook, everyjab...

The worst way a guy can get rid of his flab.

As you know, my life wasn't drab.

Though I'd much...

Though I'd rather hear you cheer when you delve...

Though I'd rather hear you cheer when I delve into Shakespeare...

"A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

I haven't had a winner in six months."

And though I'm no Olivier, I would much rather...

And though I'm no Olivier, if he fought sugar ray,

he would say that the thing ain't the ring, it's the play.

So give me a stage where this bull here can rage,

and though I can fight, I'd much rather recite.

That's entertainment.

[Jake] Thatis entertainment.

[Radio announcer] Jake la motta and Jimmy ree ves in the c/e ve/and arena.

La motta is undefeated, but he is well behind on points.

[Bell rings]

The Bronx bull has taken a lot of punishment in this bout.

Jake is out around the left eye. Jimmy ree ves has outboxed him...

Jack, tell me why. Why the fuck do we have to come to Cleveland

for you to get beaten by a moolinyan?

Come on, Jack. Do the fuckin' right thing here, will you?

He's got you by the balls, Jake. You're outpointed.

You're coming up for the tenth. You're gonna have to knock him out.

[Joey] I want you to bite him, kick him, do anything you gotta do.

- Nobody's looking. You know what to do. - [Trainer] Listen to Joey.

Just like home. All over the fucking' moolie.

Knock the motherfucker out. You understand? Knock him out.

Hey, you wanna go in there? You wanna go in and do it?

[Screaming]

Help!

[Trainer] We need a knockout. Let's go get a knockout. That's where it's at.

[Referee] Tenth and final round.

- —[Bell rings] - Good luck to you both.

[Radio announcer] La motta fighting out of a half-crouch.

Reeves is up against a tough fighter,

a man who doesn't know how to back up.

La motta continues to bore in.

La motta, out of the hob and weave, hooks a left hand to the jaw,

and Reeves is down!

The crowd is urging Jake on.

The referee is tolling o ver ree ves. He is got to get up.

La motta comes at h/m once again, Reeves misses a fight,

takes a left, and another left, a hard left hand to the jaw,

and Reeves is down for the second time.

And a determined Jake la motta is making a great comeback

here in the tenth round

Reeves is up again. La motta comes at him.

A left hook to the jaw, another left, and a fight to the body

three more lefts to the midsection, a hook on the jaw,

two more lefts to the head, a fight and a left to the jaw by la motta

and Reeves goes down for the third time.

And the referee is pulling la motta away.

Two, three,

- —four, five, six, seven... - The referee is counting over Reeves.

- But time is running out. - —...Eight, nine...

And there is the bell.

He can't walk, but ree ves has been saved by the bell.

But did la motta do it soon enough?

[Joey] Jack, Jack, come here.

It's no good. This is Ohio, not New York!

- You waited too long! - [Trainer] That dumb bastard!

Put my robe on right, huh? Put my robe on right!

Ladies and gentlemen.

[Bell ringing]

Under the rules of the Ohio boxing commission,

after ten rounds,

the winner, by unanimous decision,

- Jimmy Reeves! - [Announcer] The colorful Jake la motta,

- the Bronx bull, has lost his first fight. - [Crowd booing, shouting]

That's Jake's fight! Come on! That's Jake's fight!

Jake won that fight!

Don't leave. Don't get outta the fuckin' ring. Stay here.

You won. Let him go first. Stay in, I'm telling you.

[Announcer] La motta fioored Reeves seven t/mes in the fight,

but la motta still lost the fight.

[Crowd shouting, cheering]

[Crowd chanting] Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake!

[Whistles blowing]

[Bell ringing]

[People shouting, screaming]

Help!

[No audible dialogue]

[Organ playing "the star—spangled banner"]

[Organ continues playing, fades]

[Joey] He's on his fuckin' back. They pick up his arm, he's dead.

They tell him he won the fight. People went crazy.

That shit would've never happened if Tommy was there taking care of it.

He's gotta be with Tommy to fight in New York, to get a title shot.

He's gonna wind up fuckin' punch—drunk, your brother.

- —I know. - You know.

You gotta make him understand it's the best thing for everybody involved.

- —I said I know. - You know.

But you gotta make him know. Tell him. Make him understand it.

Jesus Christ, you know when to stop?

When the fuck you gonna stop with all that stuff?

I told you, I understand everything.

He just wants to do things for himself, that's all. Hard to understand?

It's because he's got a head like concrete.

You make me laugh. You think it's easy? Why don't you talk to him?

- You know what to say. - —you know I can't talk to him.

- Why can't you talk to him? - 'Cause he don't like me.

Nobody likes you. You ought to be used to that.

- [Music playing on radio] - [Baby crying]

They knew.

They knew who was the boss.

The judges didn't know. Who knows what happened with them?

The people knew.

You don't believe me. You thought I was over there fooling around, huh?

You thought I was fooling around, didn't you? Tell me the truth.

I ain't doing no fooling around.

- —That's in your mind. - Yeah? So what?

With that championship belt on me, that's when I fool around.

[Jake] Is it done?

No, it's not done.

Don't overcook it. You overcook it, it's no good.

It defeats its own purpose.

What are you doing? I just said don't overcook it.

You're overcooking it. Bring it over.

- You want your steak? - —bring it over.

Bring it over!

It's like a piece of charcoal! Bring it over here!

- You want your steak? - —yeah, right now!

Good. There's your stupid steak.

- Can't wait for it to be done? - No, I can't wait.

Good. Okay? Happy?

Happy? —that's all I want.

That's — there. No, more. There.

Bothering me about a steak, huh?

- You're bothering me about a steak? - —yeah!

I agree with you. He should be with Tommy.

If he's in a good mood, I'll talk to him. What the fuck you want me to do?

Joey, Tommy tells me every day to talk to you

and speak to Jake to straighten this thing out.

I'm gonna wind up in the middle of this thing.

You're in the middle? I'm his brother.

- He's got me fuckin' nuts. - You're his brother.

If you can't talk to him, who's gonna talk to him?

- I'll talk to him. - Do what you can, that's all.

- —That's all I'm asking you. - I'll see you tomorrow.

- Let me go up. - All right? Where you gonna be?

I'll be at the gym or the otherjoint, one of the two.

- I'll catch you by the gym. - —all right. Sal?

- —Yeah? - [Quietly] Go fuck yourself.

[Irma] Complain some more. I wanna hear.

- Complain? You call those carrots? - —that's right.

- You call that food? - You ate 'em. Did you eat them?

You call that food? I got no choice!

- I'm sick of you already! - I got no choice!

- I can't believe you! - I got no choice! I got no choice!

You got no choice? Get away from me!

- Please! - Get in there. Get in there!

Get your hands off me! Get away from me!

- —Fuck! I'm sick of you! - [Banging on door]

[Neighbor] What's the matter with you, you animals?

- What? - [Joey] Jack, come on!

- —[Neighbor] You animals! - Come on, huh?

This son of a bitch is calling me an animal.

- Hey, you! - Come on, Jack.

I'm gonna get a hold of that dog, and I'm gonna eat it for lunch!

You hear what I'm saying? You hear me, Larry?

-[Dog barking] —larry?

[Larry] You crazy animal!

Who's an animal? Your mother's an animal!

-You son of a bitch! —oh!

You're gonna find your dog dead in the hallway tomorrow, you bum.

[Irma shouts] I can't take it!

- The whole block, people could hear you. - I'll kill the whole family.

[Irma] I can't take this!

You break anything in there, I'm gonna kill you!

I swear to god, I'm gonna come in there and kill you.

[Irma] Yeah, sure.

- [Music continues playing on radio] - You wanna calm down?

[Shouts]

- —Oh, fuck! - [Objects clattering]

- —[Chuckling] What'd I do? - [Irma continues shouting]

Come on, honey. Let's be — let's be friends.

Truce, all right? —[Irma] It's not all right!

[Joey] You can't. I'm telling you.

You can't fuckin' eat and drink like an animal,

put up with this fuckin' bracio/e here.

You can't do this. I'm telling you.

Forget about the Reeves thing. You got a million other fights coming up.

You just can't keep doing this.

What's wrong?

Something's the matter. What's up?

You know what's bothering me?

My hands.

Your hands? What about 'em?

I got these small hands. I got a little girl's hands.

I got 'em, too. What's the difference?

Know what that means?

No matter how big I get, no matter who I fight,

no matter what I do, I ain't never gonna fight Joe Louis.

That's right. He's a heavyweight. You're a middleweight. We know that.

I ain't never gonna get a chance to fight the best there is.

And you know something? I'm better than them.

I ain't never gonna get a chance.

You're asking me what's wrong.

You're crazy to even think about something like that.

He's a fuckin' heavyweight, you're a middleweight.

It's impossible, it'll never happen, so why go crazy thinking about it?

It's not normal.

Do me a favor.

- —Yeah, what? - I want you to hit me in the face.

- What? - I want you to hit me in the face.

Forget about it.

Joey, I want you to hit me in the face. Go ahead.

- Go ahead. Take your best shot. - Forget about it. I ain't doing it.

We have fights all the time. Are you worried now?

- Hit me in the face. Go ahead. - —no.

- What, are you afraid? - —afraid of what?

Come on. Don't be a little faggot. Come on. Hit me.

- —I ain't a fag. - Take your best shot. Go ahead.

Come on, Jack. You gotta be a real jerk, you want me to punch you in the face.

Joey, did I not tell you just to do it? Now I'm telling you, go ahead, do it.

I ain't hitting you.

Hey, I'm your older brother, Joey. I'm telling you something.

I know what you said. I ain't doing it.

I don't care if you get mad. I ain't doing it.

Fuckin' nut.

I'm not doing it. I'm not gonna do it.

I don't have any gloves anyway. What am I gonna hit you with, the table?

- —I ain't doing it. - Use that over there.

- What? - That's right, use that.

Wrap it around your hand! How many times I gotta tell you?

- Not too many more. - Go ahead.

- All right, go ahead. - You want me to hit you?

I want you to hit me with everything you got.

I want you to fuckin' lay me out. Go ahead.

-You sure? —yeah.

-Go ahead. —all right.

Harder.

You throw a punch like you take it up the ass. Come on.

Harder. Harder.

- —Harder. - That's hard, you fuck. What do you want?

- Take it off. - Come on. You wanna stop now?

-That's enough — -take it off.

Come on.

- Come on. - Don't fuck around.

- What are you, a girl? - —a girl, huh?

I'm gonna smack you again. Throw it again.

- That's enough. - Go ahead.

- I said that's enough! - —harder, harder.

No, your fuckin' cuts are opening and everything.

What are you trying to prove? What does it prove?

[Music continues playing on radio]

Hey, vito.

Joey, what's what?

Jake, you're looking good.

How you doing?

[Joey] Don't stay here.

[Jake] Joey.

Come here.

Yeah, he looks mad, huh?

Looks mad.

Spoke to him yesterday. I don't know.

You told 'em to come up here?

Answer me when I talk to you.

Yeah, why? Can't have my friends up here?

- —I'ii break his fuckin' head with a pipe. - Take it easy.

Don't ever bring 'em up here again. Hear me?

- —[Bell rings] - Hear me? Come on.

Come on!

- They look like two fags, don't they? - —[Chuckling]

[Grunting]

[Joey groans]

[Bell rings]

Joey, we're gonna go. I'll call you tomorrow.

Hey, Jake, watch you don't hurt yourself.

How's your wife? Is everything okay?

Listen, anybody bothers you, let me know. Okay?

Yeah. Yeah, wave. They're your friends.

What the fuck is wrong with you? You gotta make a fuckin' jerk outta me.

They only came up here 'cause Tommy told 'em to come up to try to help us.

What's the matter with you? Help who? What's the matter with you?

How they gonna help me? What, by taking my money?

Is that what youse talking about, taking my money?

I'm here breaking my ass, not them.

Don't ever bring 'em up here again. You hear me?

- —[Bell rings] - What are you, a jerk?

- I'm a jerk? You're a fuckin' asshole. - —yeah.

Why the fuck are you hitting me, huh?

Yeah, yeah, you fuckin' hard-on. Try this.

Maybe you can't, huh? Maybe...

- [Joey muttering] - [Jake laughing]

You fuck!

[Shoufing] —[radio: "All or nothing at all" playing]

J“ /fitis love, there is no in-between j“

j“ why begin, then cry j“

j“ for something that m/ght have been j“

[song continues playing on radio]

Come on, give me a coke.

Hey, shove off. You gonna go to the dance?

Go to the dance?

[All chattering]

[Chuckles]

- —[Jake] Who's that girl? - [Joey] The one I was talking to?

- —Yeah. - [Joey] The blonde?

- —Yeah. - [Joey] Vickie, you mean.

- —Where's she from? - She's from the neighborhood.

She's a neighborhood girl.

What's her last name?

Vickie, that's all I know. They call her vickie.

She knows them?

She knows them, they know her. She comes to the pool every day.

Everybody knows each other. You know how that shit works.

- She go with them? - She don't go with nobody.

She's 15 years old. Where the fuck's she gonna go?

Where you gonna take her, the copacabana?

[Jake] I heard there was a girl that he went with

that was a very beautiful young girl, blonde.

- [Joey] Yeah? - It's not her?

[Joey] I doubt it very much.

What are you thinking about, anyway?

She ain't the kind of girl you just fuck and forget about.

Joey, how many times I gotta tell you?

Why are you always cursing when I'm talking to you?

Don't do it around me. Do it around your friends.

- That's the thing. Just don't do it. - —all right.

She's not the kind of girl you bang and forget about. She's not like that.

You gotta spend time with her, get involved.

You know, it's...

Did you bang her?

No. —tell me the truth.

I just told you the truth. I tell you the truth the first time.

You don't have to ask me again. I never do that.

I always tell you the truth. If I did it, you would know.

I took her out a couple of times.

You went with her? You didn't try to fuck her?

I try to fuck anything. You know that.

- —She didn't go with it? - No, she didn't go for it.

Naturally. —naturally?

- She knew better. - What do you mean, she knew better?

She knew you were an animal.

She knew it was no good if you go with her.

Whole reputation'd be ruined.

I thought he was talking to you, vickie.

- —That's... - That's the same guy?

- Yeah, it's the same guy. - I gotta break his legs.

He was over here yesterday.

- He was here yesterday? - You missed him.

I was up to the house yesterday. Didn't know he was over here.

- You stay there, I'll go find him. - —no, I'll catch him.

[Jake] Your friends, they're in a huddle. Big business meeting.

Come by the pool, they sit around and talk.

Big deals. They make sure she can hear.

Hey, like the big man. Get the fuck outta here.

- Where you going, getting in the water? - Don't get your hair wet.

[Laughs mockingly]

[Jake] Big shot.

Get him alone in the back room, smack him around,

no more big shot without his gun.

[Jake] Yeah, real tough guys.

- They're all tough guys. - [Joey] What are you thinking about?

Keep looking. Where the fuck you going? You're dead. You're married.

You're a married man. It's all over. Leave the young girls for me.

[Jake] Big shot.

Come on, let's get outta here. You gonna stay here all night?

We'll never get through.

Where the hell do you think you're going at this hour?

What are you, a cop? I'm going out. Business.

Fuckin' worm. You go out, I'm going out.

Do what you're gonna do. What do I care?

[Irma] Run out. See if! Care. I'm not gonna be here when you get back!

Fuckin' bunch of guineas.

- You're always hanging out together! - Stop already.

Why don't you stop? You're not going on business.

- You're going to suck each other off! - Have some respect!

- The whole building hears you. - —suck him! Suck him, baby!

[Jake] Hey, Larry! Now you got something to talk about!

With that fuckin' dog, and this one up there.

Fuckin' Jew cunt. Why don't you hit her in the head with a bat?

Don't call her no names. She's still my wife.

- How much abuse you wanna take? - —I hit her enough.

- What am I supposed to do? - Kill the fuck.

- Go ahead! Just leave me here like a dog! - [Glass shatters]

You and your fuckin' ass! You, too, you — go out!

- What's the matter with you? - What the fuck's the matter with you?

- Gonna leave me here? - Let the whole block hear you!

- What's the matter with you? - I could give a shit, you fucking queer!

-Faggot! Go stick it up your — -what'd you say?

Huh? Huh, faggot? I called you a faggot!

- [Jazz combo playing] - [Chattering, laughing]

Oh! Beans!

Jack.

Beansy got a table in the back. He said we could sit with them.

Beansy who? Which beansy?

- Huh? - Beansy who?

Beans. You know, he's one of the guys.

- —You'll know him when you see him. - She'll be over there?

I don't know, but you could see from there, at least.

- Come on. Let's go. - I don't wanna look too hard.

[Chafienng]

- Hello, Joe. How you doing? - Beansy, what is it?

Thanks for the seats.

- Hi, Joey. - Hey, what's up? Hey.

Nothing. I got trouble with these two motherfucking greaseballs downstairs.

- They got me crazy. - —hello, father. How you doing?

Hey, father, what is it? —oh, father!

You wanna get laid? You sure?

[All laughing]

- You sure? - [Joey] Hey, no, no.

Father, where you going? Bless the table. Give us a shot, will you?

[Joey] Did you put money in the basket this week?

- You see her right there? - I saw, I saw.

Okay? —I saw.

- —They're going with her. - Don't worry about them. Go ahead.

Go ahead.

[People shouting]

Get out of here. Get the fuck out, you greaseball bastard!

Get out! Get out!

You too. Get out.

Get outta here, you fuckin' bum, you!

- Rotten bastards! - [Jake] Go back where you came from.

Hey, vickie!

Vickie! Vickie!

-Hi, Joey. —how you doing?

- I'm all right. What are you doing? - Nothing much. What are you doing?

- That your car? - No, it's my brother's.

Did you ever meet my brother?

No. Is that him? —yeah. Wanna meet him?

- —All right. - Hey, Jack.

[Joey] Come here.

Vickie, this is my brother Jake. He's gonna be the next champ.

[Vickie] Hi.

How you doing?

Nice to meet you.

Nice car.

You like that car?

Yeah. It's nice. —yeah.

Where you from?

Around here.

You wanna go for a ride?

All right. Gotta give me a few minutes. I have to change. Okay?

All right? —all right.

- —I'ii be back in a little while. Okay. - I'll be over there.

[Music playing softly on radio]

Move over.

- I never played this game. - Go ahead.

It's the only way you're gonna learn. Go ahead. I'll show you how to do it.

That's the way. That's right.

- —Like this? - Yeah, that's right.

- Hit it? - Just hit it — nice. Hit the middle one.

You see it?

What does that mean?

It means the game is over.

Come on. Let's go.

[Knocking]

Daddy?

Dad? Come on in.

Probably went shopping or something. Let me see.

Daddy?

Yeah, he must have went shopping. Sit down.

-You want something to eat? —no.

-You sure? —mm—hmm.

- [Chuckles] - Salute.

Why don't you sit over here? Sit a little closer.

You're so far away, like you're on the other side of the room.

[Vickie laughs]

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Sit over here.

Come on. Come up from there.

That's better.

No. Thank you anyway.

Some water?

Wanna see the rest of the place?

[Man singing in Italian on radio] —all right.

I bought it for my father. I bought the building.

Oh, yeah?

From fighting? —yeah.

What else?

- [Man continues singing in Italian] - —this is the dining room.

That's a bird.

It was a bird. It's dead now, I think.

The restroom.

Sit down.

That's me and my brother. We were fooling around.

I know.

You look good, though.

What are you smiling about?

I don't know.

You know how beautiful you are?

Anybody ever tell you how beautiful you are?

Yeah, they tell you all the time.

[Man continues singing in Italian]

[Singing in Italian continues, concludes]

[Radio announcer] Sugar ray Robinson and Jake la motta in Detroit

for their second fight.

The undefeated sugar ray defeated Jake at Madison square garden last October.

You can see the contrast in their styles...

The speedy ray Robinson up on his toes, the dancing master;

la motta the brawler moves in fiat-footed most of the time.

- —Now he is hurt Robinson. - [Crowd cheering, shouting]

La motta coming at Robinson again, both hands to the head

a left and a fight to the jaw a hard left hand to the body thrown by la motta.

[Bell rings]

Round e/ght, and its anybodyis fight at this point. Ten-rounder.

La motta drives both hands to the head, hurts Robinson again.

Hooks the left hand to the jaw, a fight to the body.

Robinson comes back with a fight on the nose.

La motta drives him across the ring, a left and a fight to the head

a hard left hand to the body, and Robinson is driven out of the ring

for the first knockdown of his career.

This is the nearest Robinson has been to a loss.

[Fiashbulbs popping]

The fight nears its end la motta has taken charge of the fight.

The undefeated sugar ray, his winning ways are in jeopardy.

La motta coming at him again. La motta fe/gning a left hand

[bell ringing]

[Bell clanging]

After ten rounds,

judge rossi, 8-2, la motta.

[Crowd cheering]

Judge Murphy, 7-3, la motta.

[Ring announcer] La motta has won the fight/

a unan/mous decision for the Bronx bull, Jake la motta,

handing sugar ray Robinson his first loss as a professional.

And Robinson doesn't like it.

With this stunning victory, la mafia broke what was considered the imposs/b/e...

The invincible sugar rays record

la mafia has proved h/mse/f a great fighter,

and he shouldn't't be denied a shot at the middle we/ght crown.

You sure we should be doing this?

[Jake] Come here.

You said never to touch you before a fight.

Come here before I give you a beatin'.

You said I couldn't. You've been good for two weeks.

Come here.

[Man singing in Italian on radio]

Come here.

Touch my boo-boos.

[Groans]

Boo-ba. That's it.

"Boo-ba"?

Boo-boo. Give the boo-boo a kiss.

Make it better.

Mmm.

- Take off my pants. - Jake.

You know how to take off my pants?

[Belt clinking]

[Zipper unzips]

Now take off the rest.

You made me promise not to get you excited.

[Jake] Go ahead. Do it.

Take off your panties.

[Vickie] I like the gym smell.

[Jake] What?

I like the smell of the gym.

No, no, no, no. Enough, enough.

I can't do any more. If I do any more, I'll sink it.

I gotta fight Robinson. I can't fool around.

[Groaning]

What are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing to me?

[Man continues singing in Italian]

[Crowd shouting, cheering]

[Radio announcer] Jake la mafia and sugar ray Robinson

meet for the third time.

These men are unique, becoming classic rivals.

These two men, fierce, powerful fighters, dangerous,

so much so that no other fighter wrl/ go near them.

And so, they fight each other, three weeks apart.

The y've each won one,

and the y'// probably fight again, the way it looks now

- —[bell rings] - They go to close quarters at the bell.

Round se ven, with sugar ray well ahead on points.

La mafia may need a knockout.

The left hook to the jaw,

and Robinson is down for the second time in his career.

He was down in the last fight too.

La mafia watches sugar ray take the count fiom the referee.

- Robinson trying to get up. - [Referee] Six, seven...

- Eight... - He£s up on his feet now

the referee is wrping off his gloves. He is stunned

la mafia comes at him.

Despite being knocked down, Robinson is well ahead on points.

He hooks a left to the jaw, a left and a fight to the head by Robinson.

[Bell ringing]

[Ring announcer] Your attention, fans.

Judge Joe lanahan

scores it 8-1, 1-even,

in favor of sugar ray Robinson!

[Crowd booing]

[Radio announcer] A b/g vote for sugar ray Robinson.

Scorecard of 6-2, and 2-even,

for the winner by unanimous decision,

- sugar ray Robinson! - [Crowd booing]

[Joey] Cocksuckers/ ID like to fuckin'...

[Banging]

- For Christ's sake! - I'll kill those motherfuckers!

They only gave him that fuckin' decision 'cause he's going in the army next week.

That's the only reason.

I knocked him down. I don't know what else I gotta do.

- What the hell I gotta do? - You won and they robbed you!

They're miserable because their mothers take it up the fuckin' ass, that's why!

I've done a lot of bad things, Joey. Maybe it's coming back to me.

[Knocking]

Who knows? I'm a jinx, maybe. Who the hell knows?

Jack, forget about all that shit. This was your shot.

[Joey] They robbed us! They out-and-out robbed us!

- —It's vickie. You wanna talk to her? - Nah, I don't wanna talk to nobody.

- Joey, take her home. - [Joey] All right.

- You gonna be all right? - —yeah, I'll be all right.

You sure?

- Make sure she's all right. - —all right.

[No audible dialogue]

[Drama playing on radio]

Oh. Don't ever do that janiro bullshit again.

No more deals like that. You hear what I'm saying?

- What are you talking about? - What am I talking about?

Look at that. 168 pounds.

- Stop eating. - What's this with the smart answers?

I told you I didn't wanna do it in the first place, didn't I?

No, you didn't say that.

You're the one that told me you could get down to 155 pounds.

Where'd I get it? Did I pull it out of the fuckin' air?

I don't know if I'm gonna make it down to 155.

I'm lucky I make it to 160.

And on top of that, you sign me for a fight at 155,

and if! Don't make the 155, I lose $15,000?

That's right. —oh!

You're supposed to be a manager! You're supposed to know what you're doing!

- I did just what I wanted to do. - That's what I'm worried about, you...

- You want a title shot? - What are you talking about?

- Do you want a title shot? - —what am I, in a circus over here?

I ask him, he's got more sense about this. What are you doing?

You been killing yourself for three years now, right?

There's nobody left for you to fight. Everybody's afraid to fight you.

Okay, along comes this kid janiro. He don't know any better.

He's a young kid, up and coming, he'll fight anybody.

Good. You fight him.

Bust his hole. Tear him apart. Right?

What's the biggest thing you got to worry about?

- I'm worried about the weight. - You're worried about the weight?

What are we arguing about for? I just said the weight.

Okay, let's say you lose because of your weight.

Are they gonna think you're not as tough as you were?

You're not the same fighter? Good.

They'll match you with all those guys they were afraid to match you with before.

What happens? You'll kill 'em. And they gotta give you a title shot.

- Bring me coffee, please. - Why? There's nobody else.

Nobody's left.

- Who they gonna give it to? - Coffee.

- —[Vickie] In a minute. - [Joey] You listening to me?

- Please, honey, bring me the coffee. - [Vickie] All right.

- How long I gotta wait? - [Joey] Are you listening?

Now let's say you win, you beat janiro.

Which you definitely should beat him, right?

- —Yeah. - Right?

Yeah.

They still gotta give you a shot at the title. You know why?

- Why? - 'Cause the same thing as before.

There's nobody left. There ain't nobody around.

They gotta give you the shot. You understand? If you win, you win.

If you lose, you still win.

There's no way you can lose, and you do it on your own,

just the way you wanted to do it, without any help from anybody.

You understand? Just get down to 155 pounds, you fat bastard.

Stop eating. What's the problem? Stop eating, that's all. You can do it.

You don't understand anything. Do you understand that?

Joey's right. This janiro is an up-and-coming fighter.

He's good-looking, he's popular. You beat him now...

Excuse me. What do you mean, good-looking?

I'm not saying good-looking. I'm saying popular. If you win...

Who are you to say good-iookin', popular?

I'm not saying anything. I'm just telling you Joey's right.

Are you an authority, or what?

Nothing — -get outta here.

Get outta here. Take the baby and get outta here.

Everybody all of a sudden's an authority about this.

Where'd she find out he's good-looking, first of all?

[Lenore] She didn't mean nothing.

- Who asked you? - You gonna start with me now?

When people are talking, you don't interrupt.

It's none of your business, especially if it's my brother and his wife.

Ain't got nothing to do with you.

Get outta here. Go inside. Take the baby inside.

Come on. Let's leave the grouches here, okay?

- Come on. - Change her diapers. Can't you see she...

- She's gonna cry. She stinks. - You make her cry.

- I'm gonna make you cry. - —[Lenore] Yeah. Mm—hmm.

Come on. Come on.

They're a couple of babies.

[Joey] 155 pounds. Let's go to the training camp.

No distractions, no wives, no phone calls.

Nobody around to bother you.

I'll write out your usual schedule, your usual diet...

Listen, I wanna ask you something.

When I'm away, you ever notice anything funny going on with her?

-With who, vickie? —yeah.

Like what?

Wh — what do you think I mean?

No, I don't no — I don't notice anything.

I want you to keep an eye on her, all right?

For what, Jack? She don't do anything wrong.

I want you to keep an eye on her when I'm away, all right?

You just start trouble for nothin'. I'm telling you, you're crackin' up.

Joey, I got a reason, all right?

You and I both know, any woman, given the right time, the right place,

the right circumstances, they'll do anything, right?

I mean, anything's possible. All right?

- —You're right. - You ought to know.

You're not wrong, but you're picking on this girl, 'cause I saw you before.

You're worried about your weight, you're getting aggravated,

and you tell her, "what do you, uh — Go inside. Who asked you?"

Bothering her for that, you're gonna give her an excuse to go out.

- She was talking about a guy. - So?

So what? She was talking on your behalf, she wasn't...

On my behalf? She was talking about a pretty kid, saying he's good-looking.

What are you talking about?

So you make him ugly. What's the difference?

Never mind. Just do it. —all right.

You know what you should do? Go inside and be nice to her. Make up with her.

Tell her you're gonna take her out. We'll go out.

You wanna go out before you go away, don't you?

This way, you go away with a clear head. You know you took her out.

You wined and dined her. You had a good time.

All right? —all right.

- Where you wanna go? - Well, "out" out, you know.

All right. —all right?

Listen, though, if you tell her now, pull her on the side.

Don't say nothing in front of lenore.

- 'Cause I'm not taking her. - What's in your head?

All right. —think I'm gonna tell her?

- Do what you're gonna do. - —oh, I am.

- [Babies fussing] - [Lenore whispers]

Hey. Hey. Hey. Come here.

[Comedian] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

It's great to be back in the copa lounge.

What a great audience.

Come on, lady, laugh it up. I laughed when you come in.

[Audience laughs]

But seriously speaking, folks, we have a special guest with us tonight.

I'd like to introduce the world's leading middleweight contender,

the Bronx bull, the raging bull.

Let's hear it for the great Jake la motta, ladies and gentlemen!

[Cheering, applause]

What's your name again?

- Janet. - Janet, sorry. Yeah, just been...

It's, uh, toast time.

He hits me with a left hook. No hand. Just a hook he had.

[Audience chuckling]

- —Where you going? - Going to the bathroom.

[Salvy] Hey, vickie.

- Hi. - Gee, you're looking great.

- —Thanks. - Joey here?

Yeah, they're over there. Jake's here too.

That's great. Listen, I'm over here with Tommy and some of the old gang.

- Get a chance, come over, have a drink. - See you later.

- [Salvy] Hello, Jake. How are you? - —how you doing?

You're not drinking, are you?

- Joey, how are you? - How you doing, sal?

- —Look like you're having a ball over here. - [Joey] Yeah.

I'm over there with Tommy como. Why don't you come over, have a drink?

Tommy's here? I didn't even see him come in.

[Chafienng]

I'll see you later, Joey.

[Joey] Hey, that's some suit. He looks good, huh, Jack?

[Spits]

[Scattered laughter]

I thought that was my best joke.

[Fiashbulb pops]

Hey, look who's here.

- Hi, vickie. - Hi, vickie.

Hey, vickie.

- Say hello to Tommy. - How are you, honey?

Good to see you. Say hello to Charlie.

- —[Tommy] Sit down, have a drink. - I can't. I have to get back to Jake.

- I just came by to say hello. - —all right, honey, thanks for coming by.

- Not a bad kid, that vickie, you know. - —she's with that fucking gorilla.

She must've caught a hundred beatings off that guy.

[Clears throat]

- What took you so long? - I went by Tommy's table to say hello.

I saw you say hello to them. But what took you so long?

Nothing. I said hello. I came back.

- What else did you say? - He asked me if I wanted a drink.

I said, "no, Jake and Joey are over there," and I left.

What were you talking to salvy for?

He asked me if Joey was there. I said, "he's over there."

Then he said, "Tommy's over there. Why don't you go say hello?" And I did.

Are you interested in him?

No. Why would I be interested in him?

- You sure you're not interested in him? - —yeah.

In other words, you're not interested in him,

but you could be interested in somebody?

Jake, don't start, huh?

You're still mad about some stupid...

[Jake] Hey, shut up, or I'm gonna smack you in the face. You embarrass me.

These are from, uh, Mr. Como.

Shall I take the...

- What? - Should I take this?

Are you finished? —I'm not through with it.

- —Okay. - [Comedian] These are the jokes, folks.

I tell you the truth, it's so — Hi. How are you, you bald-headed fag?

[Audience laughing]

- Hey, Joey. - —tommy, thanks for the drinks.

- Oh, come on. Anytime. - Charlie, how are you?

- How you doing, Joey? How's everything? - [Joey] Hi.

- [Tommy] Where's Jake? - He's over there. He don't wanna come.

If you call him, he'll come. —[Tommy] All right.

- —I'ii be right back. - [Tommy] Here he comes.

What is it? You don't call anybody anymore.

We never see you anymore. For crying out loud.

You never come around anymore? You can't even make a call? What is it?

I'm busy. I'm going away fighting. I'm busy.

Busy, busy. Look at him taking me seriously.

I'm only kidding you. What a fucking kid.

- That's the best fuckin' fighter around. - Hey, Jake.

How you doing? —them moolinyans.

Forget about it. They're all afraid to fight you.

How you feeling? All right? —I'm all right.

- Good? Strong? - Strong, yeah. I'm doing okay.

Then janiro's gotta watch his ass, right?

I think he should.

Last three, four times, I won nothing but money with the guy.

He's no piece of cake. That's a good fighter.

Very attractive guy. All the girls like him. No marks. Clean.

Jake, am I wrong? Did you gain a few pounds?

A few pounds. I'll knock it off right away, though, no problem.

Right off, right off. —oh.

Look, let me ask you something. I'm just talking now, just talking.

I come to you, and I'm telling you that I'm gonna bet a lot of money on you

in this fight with janiro, right?

Yeah?

Well, what would you tell me? What could you say to me?

I would say bet everything you got.

Everything? —everything.

'Cause I'm gonna open his hole like this.

Excuse my French, girls. —[All laughing]

I'm gonna make him suffer. —what's wrong with this guy?

I'm gonna make his mother wish she never had him.

- Is this something personal? - Make him into dog meat. What?

- Did he say something in the papers? - No, he's a nice kid.

He's a pretty kid too.

I got a problem, whether I should fuck him or fight him.

[All laughing]

Must be crazy. "Fuck him or fight him."

You're really liable to get fucked with this kid. Watch out.

By who? —[Salvy] Janiro.

You mean you want me to get him to fuck you?

- —Me? - [Jake] Yeah.

- No, I don't want him to fuck me. - I could do that easily.

[Salvy] How you gonna do that?

I'll get youse both in the ring, give youse both a fuckin' beating,

you both can fuck each other.

- —I'ii get all full of blood. - You're used to that.

[Chuckling]

[Tommy] Come on, drink up. That's ginger ale, Jake.

- Come on. Salute. - Salute.

- Jake, good luck. - Salute. Good luck, Jake.

Hey, vick.

Vickie.

- What? - You awake?

- Can you hear me? - What?

You ever think of anybody else...

When we're in bed?

- What do you mean? - —you know, when we make love.

No, nobody. I love you.

How come you said that thing about janiro?

- What did I say? - You said he had a pretty face.

I never noticed his face.

How come you said that, then?

I don't even know what I said. I don't even know what he looks like.

Go to sleep.

[Crowd cheering, shouting]

[Fiashbulbs popping]

[Cheering, shouting continue]

- —[Bell rings] - [Crowd roaring]

[Chanfing]Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake!

[Chanting continues]

- He ain't pretty no more. - He really messed him up.

[Bell ringing]

[Ring announcer] And the winner by unanimous decision in ten rounds,

Jake la motta!

Give me a little piece of ice. Just a sliver. Just for my tongue.

- —No water! - Come on. I'm dying.

Fuckin' hard—on.

Four pounds.

Keep working. Cut the bullshit.

I saw him fight with janiro. I couldn't believe it.

Destroyed this guy. It was absolutely incredible.

He knocked his nose from one side of his face to the other.

- You've gotta be kidding. - —fuckin' thing was hanging off.

Joey, who you fighting next? Will you tell me?

I don't know. You never know these things...

From all I've seen, they gotta give him that title shot.

Right. Jackie curtie. Joey.

- You should know each other. - Hi, Joey.

Pleasure. Heard a lot of nice things about you.

We're gonna get the title shot too.

I'm sure. I like your brother. Made a lot of money on him.

Yeah? Probably more than he did, that's for sure.

Made some nice cabbage on the Oscar Jackson fight.

[Promoter] What ever happened to Oscar? Anybody see him anymore?

He's punchy. He probably died. Who the fuck cares?

- Make yourselves comfortable. - It's a beautiful table.

- The worst table in the house. - —and he's complaining.

It's a beautiful table.

[Jackie] He's working downtown. Big building. Working an elevator.

Happened to be there the other day.

I'm not Italian. I don't care.

- —Took me right up. - That Oscar's always a stand-up guy, Joey.

He did you a lot of good.

[Jackie] Gave your brother a hell of a fight too.

Yeah, Mickey. Cutty sark and water, huh?

Excuse me one minute, fellas. I'll be right back.

You gonna come back, Joey? Come on back. Okay.

Hey. —hey.

- Hey, Joe. - [Salvy] Hey, Joey.

Look at how he's looking at us. Something's up.

- —She's having a problem. - You're worried about it?

[Vickie] I'm just sitting there having a drink!

Shut up. Just shut up.

I feel like I'm a prisoner.

I can't walk, I look at somebody the wrong way, I get smacked.

You think you're right, with your fuckin' yelling?

I am right. —you're wrong.

I am right. I'm tired of having to turn around

and having both of youse up my ass all the time.

Shut up. —no.

Don't make me...

I'm tired of listening to you and your brother. I'm not wrong.

- Don't make me get nuts in this place. - What am I supposed to do?

I'm 20 years old, I gotta go home and sleep by myself every night?

- —What the fuck did you marry him for? - 'Cause I love him.

-You do? —yeah, I love him.

What am I supposed to do? This guy don't even wanna fuck me.

He's just been a contender too long.

He'll be all right as soon as he gets his shot, and then everything'll be okay.

He won't have to go running around the way he does.

Jake is never gonna be champ. Too many people hate him.

And you're drinking with them! —and I'm gonna finish my drink.

- And I'm gonna have a good time. - Get your stuff.

- I said you ain't staying. Get your stuff. - —I'm staying.

You're making an asshole out of my brother. Get your stuff.

-Joey, come on, relax. —shut up.

Mind your fuckin' business and shut up.

- You're taking this all wrong. - I said shut up, didn't I?

What's the matter with you? There's nothing going on here.

This is innocent. We're only having a few drinks.

- —Relax. No problem. - Come on. You know better than that.

- —All right. Let's all calm down. - Just relax. Come on.

- We've been friends a long time. - I'm just upset.

- It's my brother's wife. - —there's nothing going on over here.

I'm sorry. I really am. We're friends. We can straighten this...

Right? Huh? Nothing going on?

Nothing going on? You dirty cocksucker!

[Onlookers screaming, shouting]

[Joey] Fuckin' hard-on! Get off! Get him off!

I'll bite your fuckin' head off, you cocksucker!

[Salvy] Get outta here, Joey! What the fuck are you doing?

- Easy, easy! Come on! - Get your hands off me!

- Come on! - Come on!

Fuckin' cunt.

Get outta the way!

Yo, scumbag! I'm gonna suck your fuckin' eyes out!

Hey, you fucking — -what are you, nuts? Hey!

What's got into youse here?

Don't mention Tommy.

You do what you do, and we do what we gotta do.

- Don't mention no names. - No, you're wrong, Joe.

He's wrong. No fuckin' trouble in the joint.

[People screaming, shouting]

- [Shoufing] - [Screams]

I said get outta here, you fuckin' mammone!

Get back there, you fuck, you!

Take it easy, people.

You rat bastard!

[Tommy] You guys have a lot of years between you,

and you've done a lot of things together.

I understand, Joey, it was your brother's wife.

But you don't raise your hand.

You don't create a scene like that in a place like that.

Now, we've heard everybody's point of view here,

and we're gonna forget about it.

I shouldn't forget about it, but we're gonna forget about it.

Right?

What I want you to do now, you two guys,

I want you to shake hands, forget this whole thing.

And no grudges.

That's the most important thing. No grudges.

Now, come on, shake hands.

It's all right with me if it's all right with you.

All right? Huh?

I only wish this thing never happened, Tommy.

We all wish it never happened.

Right?

You'll get over it.

Salvy, let me talk with him alone a minute.

Yeah, all right.

All right. I'll see you Monday, Tuesday or something, all right?

I'm sorry. I forgot all about it.

What are you, fuckin' nuts? You're killing me.

Aside from everything else, Joey, is the family all right?

Yeah, they're fine. Everybody's fine.

What is it with you? You can't talk?

I'm talking. What do you mean?

You got this funny attitude, Joey. I can't figure you out.

What is it with all the quick answers? "Yeah, they're all right. Yeah."

You wanna get outta here fast or something? What?

No, it's nothing like that, Tommy.

It's just all the aggravation and everything and...

All the fights and all.

Listen to me. Now, Jake...

The guy's become an embarrassment.

He's embarrassing me with certain people,

and I'm looking very bad.

I can't deliver a kid from my own goddamn neighborhood.

What is it with him? Why does he have to make it so hard on himself?

For Christ's sakes, he comes to me, I make it easier for him.

The man's got a head of rock.

You know, it's hard to explain, Tommy. He's...

Jack respects you.

I mean, he don't even say hello to anybody.

You he talks to. He likes you.

It's just that when he gets something on his mind,

he's got a hard head, he likes to do things his own way.

Jesus Christ could come off the cross some time...

He don't give a fuck. He's gonna do what he wants to do.

He wants to make it on his own. Thinks he can make it on his own.

Make it on his own.

He thinks he's gonna walk in there and become champion on his own?

Huh?

- He's crazy. You know he's nuts. - Yeah, he's crazy.

And he's got no respect for nobody. He doesn't listen to nobody.

That's not crazy.

- He respects you, though. - He doesn't respect anybody.

Now, you do this for me. You understand?

You tell him I don't care how colorful he is, how great he is.

He could beat all the sugar ray Robinsons and the Tony janiros in the world.

But he ain't gonna get a shot at that title — not without us, he ain't.

Now, you're a smart kid.

You go to him, you tell him...

Son of a bitch.

Twenty-dollar shoes here.

Aren't you gonna ask me what happened?

Huh?

What's the matter?

Oh. What's wrong?

I remember when I met her here.

Who? —vickie.

Why? What's the matter? What'd she do now?

- Huh? - —I know she's doing something.

I just wanna catch her once. Just once.

Hey, Jack. Wanna do yourself a favor?

Bust her fuckin' hole. Throw her out.

Either that, or live with her and let her ruin your life.

'Cause that's what's happening.

How much could you take? How much shit could you take?

So, what'd that guy say?

He gave me the old "good news, bad news" routine.

The good news is you're gonna get the shot at the title.

And the bad news is they want you to do the old fiip-fiop for them.

[Chuckles] So, what else is new?

What'd you expect? You didn't know that was coming?

Ah, you win some, you lose some.

This one, we're iosin'.

[Laughs]

[Jackie] Billy fox.

173 and three-quarter pounds.

Jake la motta. 167...

I guess you've heard by now a lot of the stuff that's going around,

a lot of rumors.

Matter of fact, a short time ago, you were a big favorite,

and all of a sudden, you're a 12-5 underdog.

And people are talking. It's as simple as that.

That's funny. I never heard anything.

It's out there, though, and it's not good.

As a matter of fact, the bets are off on this one.

Nothing going in this one.

Matter of fact, smart money is saying that you're getting ready to hit the tank.

- That's bullshit. - Yeah, that's bullshit.

- You got any money you wanna bet? - Come on.

No, I'll take the action. Go ahead. You bet it on fox, 'cause I'm gonna win.

There's no way I'm going down. I don't go down for nobody.

- That's what I wanted to hear. - I want you to know that.

All right. —all right, colonel.

Okay, that's it.

You came down here just for that nonsense?

- That was it? - [Jackie] That was it.

[Bell ringing]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the Madison square garden feature attraction.

- —In this corner, weighing 175 pounds... - Commissioner, how about a picture?

Fellas, can we get a picture over here?

The undefeated Billy fox.

[Crowd cheering]

Hi, Steve. Your brother got out of the hospital?

- —They think it's all right. - Did he get out? Good, good, good.

- Charlie, let me sit over there. - Yeah, sure.

Tommy, what's the matter? Everything's all right?

It's all right, yeah.

[Referee] Touch gloves now, come out boxing.

Five seconds, Alex.

[Bell rings]

[Crowd cheering]

Come on, stand — come on, stand up!

What the fuck you doing? Hit me, you fuckin' bum. Come on.

- [Crowd booing] - Come on.

What are you doing, Jake? Come on! Box him!

[Bell rings]

- What the fuck's the matter with you? - Whoa, whoa.

What do you think you're doing out there?

- Huh? - Little slow, that's all.

- What are you doing out there? - Take it easy. He'll be all right.

He's a little slow. He'll make it up. What are you worried about?

Goddamn it. Come on. Pick it up a little, Jake. I'm sorry.

[Person 1] Come on, Jake, I got some money on you!

- [Person 2] Tank job! - [Person 3] Hit him back, you bum!

- Come on. - [Person 3] Hit him back!

[Person 4] You fuckin' bum! You're taking a dive in the fourth?

[Person 5] Pocket your dirty money!

[Person 6] Aw, you phony bastard! That's a fix!

[Referee] We're stopping the fight!

[Person 7] What the fuck are you waiting for to stop the fight, you jerk?

And you standing there.

Fuckin' go down, will you?

[Ring announcer] The referee stops this bout

at two minutes, 23 seconds of the fourth round.

The winner by technical knockout,

and still undefeated,

Billy fox!

[Sobbing] What'd I do?

Don't fight anymore. It's a free country. Don't fight anymore.

[Jake] Ah, what'd I do? What'd I do?

What'd I do? [Sobbing continues]

What'd I do?

[Sobs]

[Reporters clamoring]

- Get outta here! - Jake has an interview...

It's all right, Jake. It's all right.

Why did I do it? Why?

[Sobbing continues]

They got some balls. Some balls.

I take the dive. What more do they want, huh?

They want me to go down too?

I ain't going down. I ain't going down for nobody.

Why don't you do me a favor? Just put your hands up.

I wanna show you something. Put your hands up.

- What the fuck is so hard about that? - Hey, Joey, you don't understand.

You don't understand.

I had to fight a bum. He's a bum.

I fought the guy, I tapped him like that, all of a sudden, he's like this all over.

What am I gonna do?

You don't have to fuckin' pick him up and help him.

What am I gonna do? If! Don't, I'm gonna be in worse trouble.

I don't know.

"Purse was withheld..." Look at this.

"Purse was withheld pending da's probe." Look at that.

Look how they make me look, huh?

Like a bum, like a mame/uke.

A what?

Like the mame/uke of the year.

Tommy ain't gonna forget us.

You're gonna get your shot, as long as he don't die.

- As long as who don't die? - —tommy.

What are you talking about?

In other words, Tommy ain't gonna forget you.

You're gonna get your shot if he don't die. Gotta make sure the guy stays alive.

- He got a disease or something? - —no, I'm just sayin', kiddin'—like.

- Is something wrong with him? - —ain't nothing wrong with him.

That's the only way you wouldn't get it, is if he dies, he wouldn't be able to...

[Jake] What are you talking like that for?

J“ the y just lie there j“

j“ and they die there j“

[Joey] What do you want me to do? It's an outdoor arena.

What do you wanna do, fight in the rain? It's a stadium.

You waited this long, you can wait longer.

Joey, you wanna wait 24 hours? I don't wanna wait no 24 hours.

I don't either, but we gotta. So we'll wait. Hello?

- You guys wanna stop now? - Get off the phone with them.

Why do you give them the satisfaction?

- Get off the phone with them! - He don't wanna talk to nobody.

How many times do we have to tell you? Hear him yellin'?

There's enough confusion up here. Please, don't call.

No comment. Right. Thank you. Bye!

Pains in the asses. I don't believe them.

Why do you give them the satisfaction? Just hang up on 'em. That's all.

[Joey] I'm gonna get something to eat. What do you want to eat?

- I don't want nothin'. - Huh?

- I don't want nothin'. - Eat somethin'. You gotta eat somethin'.

You can't go without eating. Eat a steak.

You chew it, you spit it out, you'll still make the weight tomorrow.

[Hawks, spits]

[Joey] You worried about that? Huh?

I'll order a steak. At least if you want it, it's here.

You don't want it, do whatever you want with it.

- Go ahead. - [Joey] Vickie, what do you want?

Order me a piece of cake.

[Joey] That's all you want is a piece of cake?

Why don't you get a cheeseburger, French fries? It's better for you.

- —It's like a whole meal. - [Vickie] Yeah, that's good.

- Lettuce and tomato? - That's good. Order me one of those.

Wait a minute. What do you want to eat? Since when did you order one of those?

- —That's what I want. - It's a free country.

You order what you want. Don't let nobody infiuence you.

[Joey] I'm not telling her what to eat. I was just suggesting.

[Jake] What are you telling her what to...

I'm not telling her— personally, I don't give a fuck what she eats.

[Jake] What were you telling her...

Order me a cheeseburger.

Just order her a cheeseburger, that's all.

What the f...

What are you guys doing so long? How long does this thing take to do?

Forty seconds.

Forty seconds is no good. You gotta do it in 30 seconds.

If we gotta stitch him up, that's how much time.

- [Soft ballad playing on radio] - —[Knocking]

Jack. You up? Oh.

- What? - Somebody's here to see you.

- Hey, Jack. - —hey, Tommy. How you doing?

How are you?

Hey.

Say hello to Charlie. Charlie!

- Jake, how are you? Lots of luck. - Hello, Charlie. Good to see you.

Thank you.

How you feeling? —I'm feeling all right, Tommy, thank you.

- Are you feeling good? - I feel as good as I'm gonna feel.

I gotta get in there and fight. Then I'll know how I'm gonna feel.

All right. We just come by to wish you luck and all that.

- —Thanks. - You need anything?

- —No. - You sure? Nothing?

- No, thank you, Tommy. - All right. Take care. Good luck.

- God bless you. - —all right. Thank you.

You'll be all right. —yeah, I'll be all right.

[Tommy] Uh, see you later, everybody.

-Vickie, goodbye. —tommy, wait.

[Joey] We really appreciate your coming.

It was really nice of you. I appreciate it.

[Tommy] Come on, Joey, anytime.

[Joey] A time like this is very important to him.

- —Anytime. - I just wanted to say goodbye.

So long, honey. I want you to take good care of that guy, all right?

[Vickie] I'll take care of him.

Joey, any little thing, call me. He's very nervous. Ba-boom. Call me.

Goodbye, honey.

Would you look at that face? What a face.

Can you believe that girl?

Look at that beauty. Just as beautiful as ever.

- Hey, the least little thing, all right? - Bye-bye, Tommy.

- [Tommy] So long, everybody. - So long, Tommy.

[Door closes]

[Jake] Vickie.

Vickie. Hey! Come here.

Come here a minute.

What was all that about?

All what?

You know what I'm talking about. What was that all about?

- With him. - Nothing. I just said goodbye.

All of a sudden you're so friendly with him?

- I just said goodbye. - You don't do that.

You say hello, you say goodbye. That's all.

You hear? —I hear.

- —Hey! - [Vickie gasps]

You hear what I said? You don't ever have any disrespect for me.

You hear what I said? You hear what I said?

- —Yeah, I hear. - All right. Go in there.

- Come here. - Why don't you stop that, huh?

- Shut up, you! Shut up! - Stop it.

Shut up! I'll fuckin' take care of you later!

Shut up!

I'm disgusted with the two of youse.

Get to youse later.

I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss.

I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss.

Hit the fuckin' thing. Come on!

I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss.

All right, let's go.

[Crowd cheering]

Good luck, Jake!

[Crowd roaring, cheering]

[Onlookers chattering]

[Bell ringing]

[Ring announcer] For the middleweight championship of the world, 15 rounds.

In this corner, the very worthy challenger,

weighing in at 158 and a quarter pounds,

the Bronx bull, Jake la motta!

[Crowd cheering, whistling]

[Fiashbulb pops]

[Referee] Shake hands, come out fighting at the bell.

[Bell rings]

[Bell clanging]

- —[Joey] Kill him! Yeah! - [Trainer] Move around! Move around!

[Trainer] Pressure, pressure, pressure!

Now finish him off.

[All chattering]

[Person] Come on, Jake!

[Joey] Blow on him, he'll fuckin' fall right over for you.

Jack, look at him. You feel all right?

- —No way, huh? - Can he continue?

Hey, commissioner, come on in. I'm gonna stop the fight.

Yeah, you did it, Jake!

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Bell clangs]

[Ring announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

Cerdan unable to continue. The referee stops the fight.

And the winner by a technical knockout in the tenth round,

and the new middleweight champion of the world,

the Bronx bull, Jake la motta!

[Crowd cheering, shouting]

[Crowd chanting] Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake! Jake!

[Chanting continues]

[Fiashbulbs popping]

[TV rattling]

Don't shake that. Jack, don't shake it like that, I'm telling you.

It's the worst thing you could do.

- [Door closes] - [Vickie] Oh, you're home.

- Hi, vick. - Hi, Joe.

- —Hello. - Hi. Where were you?

I went out. What's the matter?

Television won't work.

Where'd you go?

Went out, went shopping. Went to my sister's. You know.

- [On TV] You want / should go away? - [Dramatic music playing on TV]

[On TV] Ill be close by.

What's the matter with you? What's with this kissing on the mouth?

I just said hello. Can't I kiss my sister-in-law?

- Isn't the cheek good enough for you? - [Joey] Come on, huh?

I don't even kiss mom on the mouth. All of a sudden, you're like a Romeo.

You're not supposed to kiss your mother on the mouth.

That's what I'm talking about.

[Static buzzing]

[Dialogue, music continue, faint]

- How's that? - —that looks like something.

Get back. I can't see nothing with your stomach in the way now.

What are you giving me dirty looks for?

Supposed to be a champion. You eat like there's no tomorrow.

That's it. Forget how long it took you to get to the title...

All the years, the hard work, you forgot.

You're gonna defend it next month. Keep eating.

Giving me dirty looks like I don't know what I'm talking about?

Hey, Joe, what happened with you and salvy at the copa that time?

- —When? - When you gave him a beatin'.

You mean when I caught his head in a taxicab door and was bangin' it,

smacked him with a glass and everything?

- —Yeah. - I told you about that.

-Didn't I? —no.

- I never told you? - No, you never told me.

It was no big thing, anyway.

I smacked him in the mouth. He was drunk. He started some shit.

Had to go downtown, straighten it all out with Tommy.

It's all forgotten about, supposedly, anyway.

- How come you never told me about it? - It didn't have anything to do with you.

-Had nothing to do with me? —no.

Who'd it have something to do with?

Vickie?

Hey, Jack, I just explained the whole thing to you, didn't I?

- —Yeah. - It was between me and salvy.

If it had anything to do with you and vickie, I would've told you about it.

That's not what I heard, Joe.

What do you mean, that's not what you heard?

- That's not what I heard. - What'd you hear?

I heard some things.

-You heard about me and salvy then — -i heard things, Joey.

Yeah, you heard that I cracked salvy all around.

- —I heard things. - What things you heard?

I heard some things.

You heard things. You wanna worry? Don't start that worrying shit.

You know what you should worry about? Worry you got this title fight next month.

That's what you should worry about.

Do that.

Christ.

- —Did salvy fuck vickie? - What?

Did salvy fuck vickie?

- Hey, Jack, don't start your shit. - Joey...

- No, really, don't start. - Joey, I asked you.

- Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on her? - And I did keep an eye on her.

Then how come you gave him a beatin'?

I told you what that was all about. Didn't have nothing to do with you.

-He thinks he's a wiseguy n — -Joey, don't lie to me.

- —I'm not lying. - What do I look like to you?

Hey, I'm your brother.

You're supposed to believe me. Don't you trust me?

-No, ldont -you don't? That's nice.

I don't trust you when it comes to her. I don't trust nobody.

- Tell me what happened. - I told you exactly what happened.

He got out of line, I slapped him around,

Tommy straightened it all out, and it's all over.

You're givin' me that look, Joey.

I gotta accept your answer, you know.

But I'm telling you now, if I hear anything,

I swear on our mother, I'm gonna kill somebody.

- I'm gonna kill somebody, Joey. - Well, go ahead and kill everybody!

You're the tough guy. Go kill people.

Kill vickie, kill salvy, kill Tommy como.

Kill me while you're at it. What do I care?

You're killing yourself, the way you eat.

- You fat fuck. Look at you. - What do you mean?

I don't understand. What do you mean, kill you?

Me. Kill me. Start here. Kill me first. Do me a fuckin' favor.

'Cause you're driving me crazy!

You're a killer. You're a big shot. Just kill. You're a killer.

Excuse me. What do you mean by you, though?

So? What does that mean? Don't mean nothing.

Even you don't know what you meant by you.

- —Don't mean nothing. - Joey, that meant something.

You mentioned Tommy, salvy, you mentioned you.

You included you with them.

You could've said anybody, but you said you and them.

You really let this girl ruin your life. Look at you.

She really did some job on you. You know how fuckin' nuts you are?

- Look what she did to you! - —you fuck my wife?

-What? —you fuck my wife?

How could you ask me a question like that? How could you ask me? I'm your brother.

You ask me that?

Where do you get your balls big enough to ask me that?

Just tell me.

I'm not answering ya.

I'm not gonna answer that. It's stupid.

You're very smart, Joey.

You're giving me all these answers, but you ain't giving me the right answer.

I'm gonna ask you again.

Did you or did you not?

I'm not gonna answer.

That's a sick question, you're a sick fuck,

and I'm not that sick that I'm gonna answer it.

I'm not telling you anything. I'm gonna leave.

If lenore calls, tell her I went home. I'm not staying in this nuthouse with you.

You're a sick bastard. I feel sorry for you, I really do.

You know what you should do?

Try a little more fuckin' and a little less eating.

You won't have troubles upstairs in your bedroom,

and you won't pick it out on me and everybody else.

You understand, you fuckin' wacko? You're cracking up.

Fuckin' screwball, ya.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Music continues playing on TV]

[Clears throat]

Where were you?

I was at my sister's.

Where'd you go after that?

- To the movies. - Yeah? What'd you see?

Father of the bride.

How come you didn't tell me about the copa?

- Tell you what about it? - You know.

How come you didn't tell me about it?

Why didn't you tell me about it? Huh?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Why didn't you tell me? Huh? Did you fuck my brother? Huh?

- Get off me, you fat pig! - —did you? Did you?

-Huh? —no!

[Lock clicks]

Open the door.

- [Vickie] Get away! - Come on, open the door.

- I wanna talk to you. - Get away from me. You're sick.

I just wanna ask you one thing. Why'd you fuck Joey?

- Get away! - Open the door.

[Screams]

Why'd you do it? Why'd you do it, huh?

-I didn't do anyth — -why'd you do it?

Why'd you do it? Why'd you do it?

Why did you fuck them? —do what? I didn't do anything!

I fucked all of 'em!

- What do you want me to say? - What do you mean? Who'd you fuck?

I fucked all of 'em. Tommy, salvy, your brother, all of 'em!

I sucked your brother's cock! What do you want me to say?

- You sucked his cock? - Yeah, I sucked his cock.

And everybody else on the fucking street.

What do you want? You're nothing but a fat pig, selfish fool!

-Get — —I'm gonna fuckin' — fuck you.

- His fucking cock's bigger than yours too! - [Door slams]

Where you going?

Where are you going, you bastard?

You sick animal! Where you going?

Let me go! Get off of me, you piece of shit!

If I see you put your hands in that plate one more time,

I'm gonna stab you with this knife. You hear me?

I told you, keep your hands outta the plate!

Why can't we eat in peace around here? Just relax.

I have to eat like you? Like a gavone...

Hey! Jack! Jack! What's the matter with you?

- You fucked my wife, huh? - [Lenore screaming]

You fucked my wife? Huh?

[Screaming continues]

Jake, get off of him!

- I'll kill you! I'll kill you! - Stop it! He didn't do it!

[Vickie] Call the police!

[Shoufing]

I'll fuckin' kill you!

Get out!

[Static hissing]

Vickie. Vick — don't leave, honey, please.

Honey, look, I'm a bum without you and the kids. Don't go.

Just...

[No audible dialogue]

[Announcer] Less than a minute to go, and la motta is losing the title

that he won from the gallant Marcel cerdan.

After the tragic plane crash that took cerdan's life,

Laurent dauthuille vowed to bring the title back to France.

And tonight, he only has to last this 15th round

to be crowned the new middleweight champion.

La motta is taking terrible punishment on the ropes as dauthuille bangs him

with lefts and rights to the head — Another left, another right to the jaw.

La motta turns around! He's been playing possum!

He's got dauthuille hurt! He rips a right hand to the body!

Two left hooks to the jaw, another left and a right to the head!

Dauthuille is reeling around the ring! The tide has turned, no question about it!

And he wobbles into the ropes and goes down!

Dauthuille is down, and the referee Lou handler comes over

and starts the count.

He's trying to get up. Six, seven.

He'll never make it. Nine, ten!

[Referee] You're out!

- —[Bell ringing] - [Announcer] It is all over!

He is knocked out, and Jake la motta,

with 13 seconds left to go in the final round,

has made one of the most remarkable comebacks

in all of boxing history.

[Ring announcer] Jake la motta/

come on.

Just tell him you're sorry, you miss him.

He's your brother. You have to talk to him sooner or later.

I'll dial him for you. Then you talk to him.

Just tell him you're sorry. Then you can say whatever you want.

Go ahead.

[Janitor whistling]

[Phone bell dings]

Hey, champ, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- Not now. - —I've been waiting an hour for you.

-Excuse me, my wife is — -there's a great angle here.

- Don't bother me, please. Get outta here. - Great story. Come on. All right, champ?

- You're a great guy. - I asked you nice, will you...

[Line ringing]

[Joey] Hello.

Hello?

Salvy, this ain't funny anymore. Is that you?

I know somebodyis there. I can hear you breathing.

You listening?

Your mother sucks fucking b/g fuckin ' elephant dicks.

You got that?

[Line disconnects, buzzes]

[Softly] No one was home.

[Muffled chattering]

- [Grunts] - [Crowd continues shouting]

[Announcer] The fight of the year.

The next t/me that fiiend/y bartender says, "what 'i/ you ha ve?"

Give h/m that answer the whole world gives — "pabst blue r/bbon."

Those punches by la mafia explain themselves.

They fought five times

-between 7942 and 7945. —[Bell dings]

It has so far been a blazing bout for the middle we/ght championsh/p.

In that great action by la mafia, he couldn't score the b/g one.

That's it. That was his last shot.

[Announcer] Round number 73, the hard-luck number.

- [Buzzer sounds] - There is the buzzer

and / think you know both the boys.

[Crowd cheering]

Robinson hurting la mafia. He is hurting him now.

He has la mafia on queer street, holding on.

Well, certainly that was one of the most damaging evidences of punching

that you have seen in recent years.

Come on! Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

What are you standing there for? Come on!

[Announcer] Robinson, apparently tired,

punched with a "fare thee well,” and rocked Jake la mafia

- nght to his heels. - Come on, ray, come on!

[Crowd noises fade]

[Crowd cheering]

[Fiashbulbs popping]

[Crowd noises fade]

[Announced these are clean, whistling shots.

How he can survive them, nobody knows.

No man can endure this pumme/ing/

the fight is stopped on...

The s/gna/ to Frankie sikora.

Row after row after row fiom the ring, the crowd is standing and cheering,

as he just cannonaded Jake la mafia into a death defeat.

Hey, ray.

And when / say that, lmean Jake wouldn't want to quit.

-He wanted to go. —hey, ray.

Never went down, ray.

You never got me down, ray.

You hear me?

Never got me down.

Yeah? See? Look.

[Announcer] And in the 73th round, the hard-luck round,

the championship of the world has changed hands.

And there you see it.

A champion gone down to defeat.

And so, now we wait for the announcement fiom Eddie flint, the ring announcer.

Then we 'i/ get up in the ring,

join with the radio audience throughout the world

and ha ve a brief interview with ray Robinson.

- —[Bell ringing] - Now we 're waiting

for the time to be announced

and it is being handed between the commissioner and Eddie flint.

The fight was stopped on a s/gna/ fiom Joe tryner...

[Ring announcer] Attention, ladies and gentlemen!

The winner by a technical knockout in two minutes and four seconds

of the 13th round,

and the new world's middleweight boxing champion,

- sugar ray Robinson! - [Crowd cheering]

- —[Birds chirping] - [Ballad playing softly on radio]

[Reporter] Why are you pulling out of Wednesday's fight, Jake?

It's over for me. Boxing's over for me.

I'm through.

I'm tired of worrying about weight all the time.

That's all I used to think about was weight, weight, weight.

After a while, you realize there are other things in life.

I'm very grateful. Boxing's been good to me.

I got a nice house. I got three great kids.

I got a wonderful, beautiful wife. What more could I ask for? Huh?

- Hey, what's your name? - [Photographer] Bob.

Take a picture, Bob.

Let him take a picture of you, honey. For us. Go ahead, smile.

[Child squeals, giggles]

Thank you, Bob.

Hey, Bob, take a picture of all of us. Jackie, come here, sit over here.

All right, everybody, smile. Smile.

[Reporter] Vickie, how do...

Mrs. La motta, how do you feel about Jake's retirement?

I think it's great. He picked the right time to stop fighting.

He's home with us all the time now.

- It's really good. - —you know what — you through?

-Excuse me. You through? —yeah.

You know, I just bought a club on Collins Avenue.

It's a bar, package store, everything. Guess what I'm gonna call it?

- I don't know. What are you gonna call it? - Take a guess.

[Drumroll]

[Combo playing upbeat music]

All right, shut up. Enough, enough.

- [Music stops] - [Smattering of applause]

Thank you.

[Feedback squeals]

[Laughter]

Just wanted to see what the microphone on a sexy girl sounds like.

[Scattered laughter]

[Kisses]

Yeah, that sounds — [chuckles]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I haven't seen so many losers since my last fight at Madison square garden.

[Audience laughs]

- —Okay, honey. - [Audience murmuring]

- —Thank you, doll. - [Audience member whistles]

- Isn't that something? - [Person] Bring us another drink.

- Salute. - [Audience] Salute.

Look at this terrific girl.

She's the kind of girl you wanna bring home to your father.

Especially if he's a geden — degenerate.

- [Audience laughing] - Did I say that?

Nah, seriously, folks, it's a thrill to be standing here

before all you wonderful people tonight.

In fact, it's a thrill to be standing.

[Laughing]

If you believe it's a thrill to be standing before you wonderful people,

then you're all full of shit.

[Laughing, applause]

By the way, me and my wife vickie's getting married.

What am I talking about? I'm out of it.

[Laughs]

Is she here? Is she here? She's not here.

Vickie? Nah, she's not here.

Hey, by the way, me and my wife vickie's gonna celebrate...

It's a little different — Our 11th wedding anniversary.

- [Applause] - Thank you, thank you.

That reminds me about two friends of mine. One was married, one was single.

The married guy tells the single guy, "oh, what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with you? Look at me, and look at you.

And look at me, and look at you."

[Laughter]

Let me get on with it.

"When I come home at night, my wife's at the door

with a tall drink in her hand.

Then she gives me a nice hot bath.

Then she gives me a nice rubdown.

Then she makes passionate love to me, and then she makes me a nice dinner.

What more could you ask for? You ought to try that."

The other friend says, "hey, that sounds great.

What time does your wife get home?"

[Laughter, applause]

I know I'm no Olivier, but if he fought sugar ray,

he would say

that the thing ain't the ring,

it's the play.

So give me a stage

where this bull here can rage,

and though I can fight,

I'd much rather hear myself recite.

J“ thatis entertainment j“

Jake, how have you been? Oh, Jake.

Hey! You were just great.

It's a good thing sugar ray wasn't here tonight, huh? [Laughs]

- He told that joke last week. - Come on!

He repeats himself. Getting a little senile.

Jake, I'd like you to meet state's attorney Bronson.

- How are you? Nice to meet you. - —and his wife.

- Nice to meet you. - You shouldn't be here this week.

It's next week we got the shakedown payments, right?

He's got a sense of humor. That's a good sign.

[Bronson] That is a joke, right?

Only you know if it's a joke.

- [Bronson] He's just kidding, right? - All right, we'll talk about it later.

This is your wife? —yes. Mrs. Bronson.

- Very pretty lady. Charmed to meet you. - —thank you.

He's really a nice guy.

You can take a joke, can't you, doll?

Oh!

I'm sorry. —it's all right.

Hey, Carlo? Carlo!

Carlo, give 'em another drink. Something happened over here.

Darling — Linda, come here.

Where's your wife? —my wife?

- —Yeah, why isn't she here? - What's it to you?

You think I'm gonna bring her around here, let you bums get involved with her?

[Chuckling]

Especially with the state's attorney over here?

He comes here a lot, darling. Watch him.

He knows I'm only kidding.

- —Thank you. - Keep an eye on him.

- What's the problem? - There's really not a problem.

She doesn't look 21, so I just had to ask for some ID.

- How old are you, honey? - Twenty-one.

-Twenty-one? —mm—hmm.

Can you prove that you're 21?

- —Mm—hmm. - Prove it to me.

["I ain't got nobody" playing on jukebox]

J“ there is nobody j“

j“ ain't no one j“

any girl that can kiss like that can drink at myjoint anytime.

What about you? How old are you?

- Twenty-one. - Can you prove that you're 21?

- Yes. - Would you prove it to me?

Come here.

-J“ nobody j“ -j“ nobody j“

-j“ no, no one j“ -j“ no one j“

-j“ nobody j“ -j“ nobody j“

-j“ nobody j“ -j“ nobody j“

j“ nobody j“

[all laughing]

[Waitress] She's 21 too?

She has convinced me that she's 21 too. [Laughing]

J“ come home j“

j“ please come home j“

j“ / miss you so j“

j“ miss you so j“

j“ miss you so... j“

hey, Jake.

- —Watch it while I'm pouring. - Your wife's outside.

- She's waiting for you. - Why don't you tell me a little louder?

J“ / would die j“

j“ / would die j“

j“ / would die, lonely days and n/ghts... j“

there.

J“ hope you're all right j“

j“ hope you're all right... j“

come on, Jake. [Laughing]

[Imitating sneeze]

J“ lonely nights j“

j“ I'm so lonely j“

j“ please come home j“

j“ you great b/g lump of sugar j“

j“ / miss you so much j“

j“ please come home j“

j“ lonely nights j“

[song ends]

It was a busy night last night.

- —Everything all right? - I'm leaving you, Jake.

- What else is new? - —no. I mean it this time.

I didn't wanna tell you till I had everything worked out.

- —Move over. - Why? So you can put your hands on me?

-Open the door. —no.

Come on, honey, open the door.

No. Jake, I got a lawyer, we're getting a divorce,

and I'm getting custody of the kids.

- —Let me in for a minute. - No, I already made up my mind.

I'm leaving. That's it. Kids are gonna be with me.

And if you show your face around, I'm gonna call the cops on you.

- All right? That's it. - Don't act that way, honey.

[Tires squealing]

[Officer] Hey, Jake. Jake.

Hey, Jake. Come on, champ. Come on, wake up.

Wake up, champ.

What's up?

We're from the da. —yeah, I know where you're from.

- —They wanna talk with you. - Youse all look the same to me.

- What's the difference? - —they wanna talk with you, Jake.

- About what? - —I don't know. I don't run the joint.

- They just told me to bring you in. - But what do youse want? For what?

Do you recognize this girl?

- She been in the club? - [Jake blows nose]

This is the same girl? —yeah.

Nah, I don't know her.

She says you introduced her to some men.

I introduced her to men. I introduce a lot of people to a lot of people.

You tell me I introduced her to men. I introduced him to men.

But I don't say nothing.

She's 14. Come on, put on your shoes, Jake.

- She's how old? - Founeen.

She's 14? Let me see that.

Let me ask you something.

You gonna tell me that that girl looks 14?

- [Officer] She's 14. - I'm gonna ask you man to man.

[Officer] What am I gonna say? Come on. We gotta go.

- We gotta go downtown? - —that's right. Mm—hmm.

- For what? Because of this girl? - —[Knocking]

Vick.

- —[Vickie] You drunk? - Open the door. I'm out on bail.

I just gotta pick up one thing and I'll leave, I promise.

- Kids are sleeping. - I won't bother them.

Let me just get something.

All right. Don't make no noise.

- What? - Don't make no noise.

I won't. I just gotta get this one thing.

- What are you doing? - I gotta get $10,000.

My lawyer says if I can spread 10,000 around, I can get the case dropped.

- They don't have a case against you. - —oh, no? You kidding me, or what?

You ever see a 14-year-old testify in court?

You saw the papers. "La motta out on vice rap."

- What are you doing to the belt? - What difference does it make?

Can't you get the money from your friends?

Yeah, what friends?

Jake, you're gonna wake my kids up!

You're gonna wake the kids! Stop it!

Don't you put the dishes so they don't fall down?

Oh, get out!

What about the belt, Mr. La motta?

Isn't that what you wanted to sell me, the championship belt?

- These are the jewels from the belt. - Yeah, but where's the belt?

The belt of a champion is a very rare item.

Wha...

I wish you'd come to me in the first place, Mr. La motta.

If you'd had the belt and jewels together...

-Give me 2,000 for them. —hmm?

- Give me 2,000. - 1,500 top. That's all...

- You can't give me 2,000? - 1,500 top, Mr. La motta.

- I'm sorry. I'd lose. - —give me them.

Don't tell me you're not gonna make a profit.

I know you're lying. Go around the corner, I bet I get twice what you're offering.

I can't raise the 10,000.

I tried. I tried. I tried a lot of places.

Yeah, but what am I gonna do?

If that's what they're gonna do, they're gonna do it. What can I do?

Yeah, but fuck 'em. Let 'em do what they're gonna do.

[Clamoring]

Get in the goddamn cell now! Come on!

That's right. Can't hurt folks no more. —this is where it's at right here.

[Clamoring continues]

Who was the one goddamn trying to shirk, huh?

- You'll pull your load here, boy. - —that's right.

- I don't want no more! - Get in the goddamn box, champion!

Fuck you!

I'll break you on one of my fucking farms, you son of a bitch!

Do you hear me?

- Hold on to him just a minute! - —I got it.

See it? See it?

Look at it, son! Live in it!

Go on, boy, live in it!

- Do you understand that? - On your mother's cunt, then!

-Your mother's — [shoufing]

- You cocksucker! - [Guard 1] Live in it!

[Door slams]

[Guard 2] Let that son of a bitch sit! Fuck him!

[Guard 1] He got it comin'.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck your mother!

[Panfing]

[Grunts]

Dummy. Dummy. Dummy.

Dummy. Dummy. Dummy.

Dummy. Dummy. Dummy.

Why? Why? Why?

[Sobbing] Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why?

[Shouting] Why? Why? Why? Why?

[Shrieking]

[Screaming]

You motherfucker!

[Screaming continues]

[Sobbing]

[Groans]

My hands! Oh!

Why'd you do it? Why? You're so stupid. You're so stupid.

You're so fuckin' stupid!

You're so stupid.

They called me an animal. I'm not an animal. [Sobbing]

I'm not an animal.

Why do they wanna treat me like this? I'm not that bad.

[Sobbing] I'm not that bad.

I'm not that bad.

[Muttering] I'm not that guy.

I'm not that guy.

I'm not that guy.

[Jake] Guy comes home, finds his wife in bed with another guy.

The wife says, "I ook who is here. B/g mouth.

Now the whole ne/ghborhood wrl/ know"

[scattered chuckles]

Thanks. Thanks for laughing. Spread it around a little bit.

The first night I was here, I said to the owner of the joint,

I said, "listen, where's the toilet?"

- He said, "you're in it." - [Scattered chuckles]

[Owner] Come on, let's go, let's go.

Why don't you leave me alone? I'm trying to do my routine.

[Owner] Up yours.

Uh, pal, you're gonna force me to make a comeback.

- —[Owner] Funny. - Fuck you.

[Customer groans]

And the horse you rode in on.

[Scattered chuckles]

- And the whole cavalry behind you. - [Customers laughing]

[Owner] Funny man.

- —That's why I'm here. - [Laughter continues]

Give him another drink.

Piss in it for me.

I'm now gonna introduce a woman who's made a worldwide tour

with top billing and all that other bullshit

where they all hated her.

And I want you all to give her a warm welcome.

I know you're all capable of it.

- You look like a bunch ofjunkies. - [Customers chuckle]

Her name is Emma 48's.

[Customers cheering]

[Person] Go get 'em, baby! Go get 'em!

[Customers whistling, whooping]

[Upbeat music playing, faint]

Taxi!

Taxi!

Honey.

Listen, I'm gonna take a little walk.

I got a couple of things I gotta take care of. All right?

- Will I see you later? - —yeah. Here.

- Take that. I'll be home later. - —thank you.

Be careful.

Joe.

Hey, what are you doing?

Joey.

Come on, Joey. Why don't you turn around?

Huh?

Come on, Joey, turn around.

Hey, Joey, come on.

Joey.

Joe.

Come on.

- Come on, Joey. What are you doing? - Huh?

Come on. What are you getting so angry about?

Come on. Be friends.

Come on. You're my brother.

Be friends. —I'm your brother?

Yeah, you fuckin' bum. Give me a break. Come on.

- —Kiss me. - Come on, huh?

Give me a kiss. Come on.

Wait, let me call my wife and kids. Don't you want them to see the kiss?

Are you gonna forgive and forget? It's a long time ago. Forget about it.

Just give me a kiss. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

You're my brother. Come on.

Come on. Give me a kiss.

Huh?

- —[Joey] What? - Come on.

[Kisses]

- —How's everything? All right? - Good.

Everything's all right? —yeah.

Yeah? Family? —all right.

Come on.

You don't wanna do this here. Come on.

Let me call you. We'll get together in a couple days.

- —You'll call me? - I will.

- [Door closes] - You won't forget?

Huh?

I'll call you. —all right.

[Jake]... won it legitimately...

And nobody could take that away fiom me, nobody.

Some people aren't that lucky.

Like the one that Marlon Brando played in on the waterfront,

an up-and-comer who's now a down-and-outer.

You remember that scene in the back of the car

with his brother Charley, a small-time racket guy?

And it went something like this.

It wasn't him, Charley. It was you.

You remember that night at the garden, you came down to my dressing room

and you said, "kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson"?

Remember that? "This ain't your night."

My night.

I could've taken Wilson apart that night.

So, what happens?

He gets a title shot outdoors in the ballpark, and what do I get?

A one-way ticket to palookaville.

I was never no good after that night, Charley.

It was like a peak you reach, and then it's downhill.

It was you, Charley.

You was my brother.

You shoulda looked out for me a little bit.

You shoulda looked out for me just a little bit.

You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit,

instead of making me take them dives for the short-end money.

You don't understand.

I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender.

I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.

Let's face it. It was you, Charley.

It was you, Charley.

How you doing, Jake?

Everything all right? —yeah.

- Ready? - You got about five minutes.

Okay.

-You need anything? —no.

You sure?

I'm sure.

- A lot of people out there? - Yeah, it's crowded.

[Door closes]

Go get 'em, champ.

[Grunting]

I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss.

[Rapid grunting]

I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss.

I'm the boss. I'm the boss.

[Rapid grunting]

[Piano playing jazz ballad]

[Heavy breathing, faint]

[Piano continues playing]

[People chattering, shouting]

[Heavy breathing continues]

[People continue shouting, faint]

- [Soft hoofbeats] - [Horse nickers]

[People cheering, faint]

[Piano continues playing]

[Horse snorting, huffing]

[Piano continues playing]

[Thumping]

[Piano stops playing]

[Slow, deliberate thumping]

[Animal shrieks, echoes]