All language subtitles for G Boy

I don't care
whether you're broke

or on the bread line or
ready to lay down and die.

You're not gonna get rid of me
at bargain rates, Tom Moody.

You want a divorce? Just lay
5,000 bucks on the line,

and you'll find
yourself a single man

so quick it'll
knock you dizzy.

Monica! Monica!

Ten million men were killed
in the last war, 10 million.

Why did they have
to let me come back
to marry her?

Five thousand
bucks for a divorce.

I can't even
raise the dough to pay

my hotel bill,
and she wants five grand.

What am I gonna do, Lorna?

What am I gonna do?
This is the end.

We'll start by
fixing your tie.

She's kicked me
from pillar to post
ever since I married her.

What does she want,
my head on a plate?

I've done everything
I could for her.

And now, when the only fighter
I've got left is Lucky Nelson,

she wants $5,000
for a divorce.

I don't see it as funny.

I'm not laughing.

This means as much to
me as it does to you.

If she's out of the way,
we can get married.

Otherwise, I'm just
a dame from Newark.

I don't like the feeling.

Oh, for Pete's sake, Lorna.

I'd give my right arm
to say "Mrs. Moody" to you.

As soon as I get rid of her,
we'll get married.

Don't worry.
I'll hang on.

I've got nothing to do
for the next couple of years.

Gee, if I had some money,
I'd buy you something

and I don't know what.

Look, if Lucky Nelson
wins tonight,

I'll take you
dancing at the casino.

He won't win.

How do you know? I don't know,
so how do you know?

Are you crazy?
Nelson hasn't a chance
against Sailor Anderson.

It's the 20th century,
Tom.

No more miracles.

Yes, I know.

I've been off
the gold standard for ages.

This used to be
a gorgeous town.

In 1928,
New York was hot with money.

My mother
died in '28.

I haven't had
a break in years.

Carry Me Back
to Old Virginny.

That's how I feel.

I'm down for the count,
Lorna.

You know what I
like about you?

You take everything
so serious.

Come on,
get up off the floor.

You still look good to me.

I need you, Lorna.
I need you all the time.

I wish I could give you
everything you want.

Mr. Moody.

Don't you knock
when you walk in an office?

Sorry, I forgot.
If you want, I'll...

Well, speak your piece
and get out.

I just ran over
from the gym.

What gym?
Where Lucky Nelson trains.

He just broke his hand.
What?

It's a fact.

Is Borneo over there,
my trainer?
He's looking after Nelson.

Well, you can put me
in a bughouse right now.

"Moody is the name, folks.
Step right up and
wipe your shoes."

That Nelson!

Well, come on,
let's go to the funeral.

I gotta get
a hold of Roxy Lewis
and cancel the match.

I don't think it's
necessary to cancel, Tom.

Oh, you don't?

Say, who the devil
are you, anyway?

And who are you
to call me Tom?
Are we acquainted?

Why don't you let me
take Nelson's place?

What?

I can take
Nelson's place.

Did you hear that,
Lorna?

He wants to fight
Sailor Anderson. Him.

He's got curls, too.

Going down.

Can't you fix it
with Roxy Lewis?

Can't you do it?

Now, look, kid, go on home
before I forget my manners.

And you won't like it,
I won't like it

and Miss Moon here,
she won't like it.

How do you do,
Miss Moon?

I need a good manager,
Mr. Moody.

You used to be
tops around town,
everyone says so.

I think you can
develop me. I can fight.

You don't know it,
but I can fight!

Main floor.
Watch your step, please.

So, why don't
you give me
this chance, Tom?

I don't want you
calling me Tom.

You're brash, you're fresh,
and your hair's too long.

In fact, you're an insult
to my whole nature.

Now, go home.

Let's get
together, Tom.

It isn't safe to walk
in the streets anymore.

Lunatics on every corner.
Maybe you're wasting your time.

Look, I've studied
Anderson's style
for months.

I've perfected
the exact punch
that'd stop him cold.

Have you ever
watched him closely?

He likes to pull
your lead.

He hesitates
for a second,

slips his face
away and he's in.

Suppose you catch that
second when he hesitates,

he's open for the punch.

What do you do
with his left hook?
Avoid it.

I'm waiting for your answer.

Look, you idiot,
did you ever
hear of Phil Marco?

I heard of him.
Well, Sailor Anderson

put him away in
12 minutes and 10 seconds.

You ever hear
of Eddie Newton,
Frisco Samuels, Mike Mason?

Did you ever hear of me?

No. Who are you?

I would honestly
like to know.
Who are you?

My name's Bonaparte.

That isn't funny.

Didn't that name
used to get a laugh
in school?

Now, tell the truth,
Call me Joe.arte. Didn't it?

And your hair,
didn't that used to
get a giggle, too?

You don't seem as intelligent
as I thought you were.

Oh, stop it, Tom.
You can't blame me.

I haven't laughed
in years.

I don't like it.
I don't want you to do it.

I'm sorry
I did that, Tom.

We should be together,
Tom, not apart.

Leave me alone.
You're nuts.

Do you know
what you do to me?

You embarrass me.

What's the
good word, Doc?

You know, it's like a dream.
One minute,
I got a middleweight,

and the next minute,
he's a piece of pulp
with a busted mitt.

It was sort of funny,
but you see...

Funny?

Get him out of here.
I can't stand
his sense of humor.

I phoned Roxy, Tom.
He's on his way over.

This is the end.

I'm off my top
with the whole thing.

We ought to get
together, Tom.

What are you doing here?

Didn't I park you
out in the fresh air?

You ought to be
ashamed to show
your face around here.

This is the boy
that did it to Nelson.
What?

Yeah, Nelson was tuning up,
sparring with the kid.

The next thing he knows,
he's flat on the floor
with his hand cracked.

Why, you...
Hold it.

Where do you come
from, Bonaparte?
Here.

How old are you?
21 tomorrow.

Fight much?
Enough.

Where?
Oh, out of town.

You take a chance the day
you're born. Why stop now?

Why? You don't think
Roxy Lewis is crazy, do you?

He wouldn't use
a boy he don't know.

Talk him into it.
He'd sell his heart
not to cancel a bout.

Throw him a bone.
Give him 5% of the kid.

He wouldn't take five.
Give him 10, then.

Sweet misery of life.

Okay, Borneo,
look him over.
Come on, kid.

Just a second.
I wanna make a phone call.

I think you'll
be surprised, Tom.

You call me Tom again,
and I'll break your neck.

Hello.

Hello, Papa?

This is Joe. Look, Papa,
I'll be late tonight.

Oh, why you must
come home late tonight?

I want you come
home on time tonight.

I got you something.

I'm in a rush, Papa.

I'll explain tonight. Bye.

No, Joe! Joe!

A friend of mine
stayed out late at night.

Two days later,
I went to his funeral.

Pneumonia.

Joe's young, strong.

Pneumonia.
What do you say?

It's all right to
stay out sometime.

Young people must
have a fling around.

But tonight...

Tonight is a special time.

Come on. I'll show you.

Tomorrow, Joe's 21 year.

I got a big surprise
I'm gonna give him
when he comes home tonight.

Say, a surprise is a surprise
an hour later, too.

My son, Joe,
has got a big talent.

It's a most wonderful present
for his birthday,
what I give him tonight.

Fine, fine!
Beautiful!

It's a Ruggieri.

How much, if I'm not
getting too personal,

did such a violin cost you?

15 hundred dollars.

I waited for this
moment many year.

15 hundred dollars?

A sum that
staggers the mind.

My friend, does any boy
deserve such a sacrifice?

Deserve?

Joe's practiced 10 years.

He work hard.

He get a scholarship
in a music institute.

And this is
a gold medal he get.

The best in the city.

Could a boy make a living
playing this instrument

in our competitive
civilization today?

Why, don't expect
for Joe be millionaire.

Millionaire is no necessary.
Joe love music.

Music, it's a great
cheer up in the language
of all country.

Joe take this violin,

a piece of wood,

and with his two hands,

hands so beautiful,

so fine,

he make music.

How about it,
Mr. Bonaparte?

No, Siggie, no.

No what?

No taxicab.

Listen, I'm married to
your daughter, ain't I?

And when you do
this little thing,

you do it for her
and me together.

A cab and two shifts
is a big source of profit.

Joe takes
the night shift.

I'm a married man,
so you don't expect me
to take the night shift.

I no expect of
Joe drive a taxi.

What's he gonna do?
Play the violinski

in the back yard
all his life?

Siggie!

Come to bed, Siggie.

Papa, don't talk to him
so he'll come to bed.

Women, women,
always buzzing around!

Women.

The less we have
to do with women,
the better.

As Schopenhauer says,
"Much-ado-about-nothing."

I'm hungry, but I ain't
got the heart to go
into the kitchen again.

It reminds me
how my wife slaves
for this dizzy family.

A fine future for
an intelligent woman.

Hey, she's your wife,
but she's also my daughter.

And she's not so intelligent,
like you say.

Also, you are not
so intelligent, too.

You can't insult me.
I'm too ignorant.

What do you want?

Siggie!

Papa, why don't you
let Siggie come to bed?

I no stop...
Sure, he stops me.

He stops me
every night.

I'm worried.
I can't sleep.

Why don't you buy
Siggie a cab, Papa?

You got the cash.

It don't have
to be a new one.

It don't have
to be a...

Sure, even
an old one.

The way they're
reconditioned nowadays...

Look, kids,
go to bed, will you?

Come on, Mr. Carp,
one more game.

Wait a minute.
Now, don't tell a lie.

How much you got
in the bank?

I got millions.
How much?

What's your business
how much he's got?

Shut up,
Duchess.

Am I asking
for my health?

If I wanna take you
out of the kitchen,
is that the gratitude I get?

You and your father,
you get my goat.

I'm sore.

Come to bed, Siggie.

Come to bed, come to bed!

What's so special in bed?

It's a conspiracy
to put me to bed.

I'm warning one thing,

if matters go
from worse to worst,

don't expect me to
support this family.

I'm warning!

Okay. We have received
the warning.

Go to bed.

And who asked you
to stick in your two cents
about secondhand cabs?

As long as I'm
not gonna get it,
I'll tell you what I want.

A first-class job,
fresh from the factory.

You've got
some nerve, Siggie.

Next time,
I'll break your neck.

I'm super disgusted
with you.

Hey, stop...

And with you,
I'm super finished.

Sit here with
this unholy alliance.

I sleep alone
tonight.

You hit your wife in private,
not in public.

A man hits his wife,
and it's the first step
to fascism.

What are you talking about,
my little prince?

I love my wife.

And as for you,
don't make believe you care.

Let me see you
help us out first.

We wanna raise
a family.

It's a normal instinct.

Take your hands
off my wife.

That's right,
Papa.

He can hit me
any time he likes.

And we don't
want you interfering
in our affairs

unless you do
it the right way.

Into bed, Duchess.

Good night.

Good night.

Get out of here.

There's an old remark,

"You must never
interfere in the laws

"of nature,
and you'll be happy."

Gee, you're up late.

Yeah, waiting
for you, Joe.

What's... What's...

Oh, I had a fight.

A boy in the park.

Why you fight?

It's a long story.
I'm tired.

Good night.
Joe.

I was saying to Mr. Carp,
tomorrow's your birthday.

21, eh?

How you like to be
so old, my boy, eh?

Papa,

do you wanna
know where I was?

Do you wanna
know the truth?

Sure, Joe. You always
tell me truth.

I...

Here.

Here's my name
in the paper.

I had a fight, ten rounds.
I got $100.

Had a fight?

That's no possible.

"Joe Bonaparte."

Prizefighting,
the act of a foolish boy.

I don't wanna be
criticized.

Joe, it is not true.

You sound like crazy.

Prizefighting
is not for you.

I wanna do what I want.

Look, I proved it tonight.
I'm good.

I had a professional
fight.

I can have some more.

But you are
a musician, no?

Tomorrow's my birthday.
I change my life.

Just like that?

Just like that.

To me, it's a mystery.

Where did you
learn fighting?

Oh, all over the city,
in the past two years
in the gyms.

Who could believe it?
But your music...

What will
happen to your music?

I take a vacation,
the notes won't run away.

Papa.

Papa, don't hate me
for what I did.

I love the violin.

I love it more
than anything else.

But I've practiced for
10 years and where am I?

You and Siggie,
everybody I know,

the kids I went
to school with,

all out working,
earning real money.

Look at Anna.

Even she does more
around the house than I do.

Your way to live
is more important
than Anna or me.

No, Papa.

People laugh at me
walking down the street

with my fiddle case,
year after year.

You're better than them!

Someday you
be big artist.

Someday?

Papa, everything
moves too quickly.

Life goes by
200 miles an hour,

and you want me to
wait for the future.

It might never come.

Papa, I want to own things
and to give things.

Everything you want,
from breakfast until
you turn out the light.

I want you to go to
concerts every night.

Money's the answer.

I can get it fighting,
no other way.

I won't get it
playing a violin.

Money, money!

We got hearts!
We got souls!

We gotta take
care of them, huh?

Joe, listen to me.

Do what is in your heart,
not in your head.

In there is music,

violin.

It comes out,
it sings when you play.

Then, you're happy.

You do what
you're born for.

Other thing is fake.
It's a bad dream.

And when you wake up,
it's too late.

Papa,

I wish I could
make you understand.

I gotta do what
I gotta do.

You're in a draft.

I just had a tough
workout at the gym.

Borneo says my
left jab's getting
to be streamlined.

Well, that's fine.
A fighter needs
a good left.

Do you ever
watch fighters train?

I might watch
you someday.

Tomorrow?
Maybe.

I work with McCoy tomorrow.

He brings out the best in me.

A lot of clippings
for a newcomer.

Two months and you're ready
for a personal scrapbook.

By the way,
have you read
Johnny Meyers' column?

Yeah, I read it.

"If that gorgeous
curly hair doesn't
plop over in his eyes..."

I said I read it.

You don't like my hair?

Sure, I like it.

Women are fools
for curly hair.

But in the ring,
it's a different story.

They'll kid you to death.

All right, let them.
I'll do as I please.

I'm sorry I blew up.

You're a tough one to
figure out, all right.

So are you.

Sometimes you're like
a little girl in pigtails.

Sometimes...

Sometimes what?

There's something
about you so sad,

your eyes,
your mouth, even your hands.

Don't pick me
apart like that.

You mean,
I look like I've
been kicked around.

Oh, no. I mean...

Say, they have
concerts in the park
every Wednesday night.

Will you come
with me sometime?

Oh, hello, Joe.
What are you doing here?

This place is for business.

You can't train
for your next fight
in an office.

I did my work
at the gym.

Borneo said
I could go home.

This ain't home.
I know it ain't.

Any objection
to my being here?

All right.
All right.

Save some of that
fire for the ring.

We want you in tiptop shape
for the next bout,
that's all.

You don't have to
worry about my condition.

You'll find me in the gym
tomorrow morning, early.

Funny kid.
Like a firecracker.
Yeah.

I see trouble ahead
unless you handle him
with care.

I can take
care of him.

Lorna, darling,
we've got
the Pittsburgh date,

and there's
the word clinching it.

All set,
and Buffalo, too.

Yes, and these are
real money bouts.

Boys and girls,
I'm getting to
feel like 1928 again.

I can smell the dough
all around me.

I've got that
swimming sensation.

If you hear a noise,
it's my mouth watering.

Lorna, darling,
do you know what I see?

I see a penthouse
in your eyes.

Oh, yes, bread.

Excuse me,
what did you say?

Bread.

Bread!

Do you hear music?

Sure.

You hear me say "bread"?

Joe!

Papa, it's beautiful.

Where did it come from?

You like it?

Like it?
It's a Ruggieri!

I bought it for
your birthday.

Your teacher tell me it's one
for which you dream.

Oh, Papa,
it costs so much.

You shouldn't
have done that.

Play, Joe.
Please, no stop playing it.

How do you
like my haircut?

It grow back.
Play, Joe.

"Brickbat of the Week
to Joe Bonaparte.

"Hailed three months ago
as a new Mickey Walker.

"Endowed with a champ's
speed and cleverness.

"Kayoed his
first few opponents
in short order.

"Today, he dodges and dances,
pulls his punches,

"and was lucky to get a draw
in his last couple of fights.

"Is Bonaparte another
flash in the pan?"

Brickbat of the Week.
Fine publicity!

The guy is right.

Bonaparte used
to have a punch
like dynamite.

Now a mosquito
even stings harder.

All he does is box,
tries to use his head.

Just a brain trust.

What's wrong with that?

I'll tell you
in a capsule.

The people who pay
to see a brain trust

you could fit into
a telephone booth.

Roxy Lewis is
telling you...

Tom, you know
Bonaparte's not a slugger.

His main value
is his science.

He's a student.

Excuse me, Miss Moon.

In the prize ring,
the cash customers
don't look for students.

When I want a student,
I'll hire Einstein,
a wonderful man in his line.

Roxy's right.
Not only won't the kid
fight like he used to,

he ain't even been to
the gym in two days.

I've stood enough
from him.

Now, I'm going down
to his house and
find out what's wrong.

Come on. Let's go.

Service.

Joe Bonaparte
live here?

That's right.
I'd like to see him.
Moody's my name.

My name is
Joe Bonaparte's father.

Oh, well, we ought
to know each other.

I'm his manager.

Oh, I'm pleased
to know you.

Well, well,
we'd like to talk to you
for a minute, Mr. Bonaparte.

Sure. Come inside,
please. Sit down.

Your Joe's a very
clever fighter.

We wanna make
your boy famous,
a millionaire,

but he won't let us,
won't cooperate.

How do you
like that?
Huh?

Sit down, please.

Why? What he do?

I'll ask you.

What does he do
that's right? Nothing.

We offer him,
on a gold platter,
wine, women and song.

To make
a figure of speech.

We offer him
magnitudes.

Yeah? Take an apple.

You like to have
some fruit?
No, thanks.

Your son
won't fight.

He fight
for you, no?

That's right.
No.

Your boy has
unexplored possibilities.

Unexplored!

He's trying to say
that Joe keeps
holding back in the ring.

Hold back?
Oh, his defense
is brilliant, but...

Gorgeous. What about
the offense?

That's right.
Where's the sense to it?

He thinks it's wiser
to receive than to give.

He'll take,
but he won't put.

Hey, you talk too much
and nobody's
a contradict to you.

Everybody's
a contradict to me.

Even you, and I
never met you before.

I no understand.
What did Joe not do right?

They think he don't
punch hard enough.

He seems shy
with his hands.

Hands? He could hurt them?

Every fighter
hurts his hands.

Could get hurt?
Could break?

What's so
special about hands?

I suppose your
kid plays piano.

My boy's playing
the best violin
in New York.

Is this on the level?

If I had hair,
I'd tear it out.

Five hundred
fiddlers stand on the corner
of Broadway and 48th Street

every day, rain or shine,
and your boy dares...

How do you like it?

Joe's afraid of his hands
because he fiddles?

I don't know.
Must be.

Moody,
do something,
do something!

I'll do plenty!

No.

No, Joe no like to
be disturbed when...

Say, this is
a surprise.

What are you fellows
doing down here?

So this is the way
you waste your time.

Never in my nightmares
could I imagine

such a thing.
It's an outrage!

For two days you
ain't been to the gym.

What's the big idea?
Just a second. Take it easy.

And for weeks now,
you've been holding
back with your hands,

carrying a torch
for that violin.

You should've seen
that bunch of fiddlers
on 48th Street.

Not a dime
in the carload.

I don't like you
barging into my room.

I'll see you
both at the office.

Now, look here,
kid, let's talk plain.

I got a contract with you
and it reads you're
to fight, not fiddle.

Suppose you
bust a hand.

What's a busted
hand to a fighter?

Now, look, we're all
in this game for dough.

Take some advice
from a friend, kid,

and throw that
10-cent banjo away.

Friend?

You act like you own
me bag and baggage.

Like I'm a bargain
you picked up
in a basement.

Well, I've been thinking
I might give up fighting.

I'm not convinced
it's what I want.

Now, don't get on
your high horse.

We're talking
for your own good.

When we tell you
how to fight...

If I fight, I'd fight
the way I want.

That way you'll be
through in no time.

Okay, I'll be through.

In fact,
I'm through right now.

Come on, Roxy,
I've had enough!

I never had
any brothers, either.

No?

Joe's got a sister,
my Anna,

and Siggie, her husband.

He's A-Number-1
son-in-law.

Come on, Lorna.

I hope Joe's no angry
because you interrupt.

He should be angry.
My friend,
your son is no prize package,

you can take
my word for it. Goodbye.

Come on, Lorna.

Looks like they
didn't do so good upstairs.

Goodbye,
Mr. Bonaparte.

I would like to talk
with you more sometime.

You come see us again.

Thanks.
Maybe I will drop around.

Yeah, hear Joe play.

Goodbye.
I'm glad to have met you.

What happened in there?

You both look
ready for the morgue.

Lorna, you can
toss me to the hounds.

It's all over.
Bonaparte just quit.

Quit cold.

He says he's not convinced
he wants to fight.
How do you like it?

And there goes
our last chance
of getting married,

and my last chance
of making some dough
to buy that divorce.

This is the end.

Come on, pick up
your chin, little man.

Don't Brisbane me,
Lorna.

I'm licked and
I'm tired.

Find me a mouse hole
to crawl in.

Do you want
Bonaparte to fight?

Do I wanna
see tomorrow?

Well, why don't you ask me
when you want something?

I'll make him fight.

How?

How?

Oh, leave it
to me, Tom.

I'm a dame from Newark,
and I know a dozen ways.

Wasn't it wonderful?

Let's go
somewhere else.

Swell.

New York.

We're standing on the heads
of seven million people.

Gee, all those cars.
Like fireflies.

It's a big city,

and little people
don't stand a chance.

What are you
thinking about?

You and Mr. Moody.

I don't think about it.
Why should you?

If you were my girl,
I wouldn't think about it.

Haven't you got
a girl, Joe?

No.

Isn't there anyone
you like well enough?

Anyone?

What have you been
doing all your life?

I mean, besides
playing that violin.

I've read every page of
the Encyclopaedia Britannica.

Is that your idea
of a good time?

No.

But, well,
I've always felt different.

Even my name was special.

Bonaparte.

And playing the violin.

People used to laugh at me.

They've hurt my
feelings for years.

You could get even.

Borneo says you could
go far in the fight game.

Lorna, I want
to get ahead.

I want people to
know who I am, but I...

You were getting
to be somebody.

You could make all that
your carpet to walk on.

You mean by fighting?
I thought so, too.

No, Lorna, I've tried it
and I don't like it.

I hate it.

A prizefight is
an insult to a man's soul.

And besides, it might mean
the end of my music.

I need these
for the violin.

Feel how cold
my hands are.

It's a pity you
feel that way about it.

I used to watch
you in the ring,

handling yourself,
smooth as silk.

I'll make a confession.

I was proud of you.

I saw your future in
big electric lights.

It's a pity never to
see you in action again.

It used to be a thrill.

Lorna, you're not
kidding me, are you?

You're like
music to me, Lorna.

Rich, soft music
that goes on in my head

and heart for
days and nights,

with a crazy tempo
that seems to beat out...

Beat out what, Joe?

Your name, Lorna.
Always, "Lorna, Lorna."

Why don't
you fight, Joe?

You have to be
what you are.

Joe, listen.
Be a fighter.

If you made your
fame and fortune,

you'd be anything you want.

Do it. Bang your way
to the middleweight crown.

Buy that car.

Give some girl
the things she wants.

My nature isn't fighting.

All right, then,
fiddle away!

Why get angry?

Moody sent you after me.

A decoy.

Well, you've wasted
your time.

You can't talk
me into fighting.

I'll make up my
own mind about that.

Point two,

I'll tell you something
Moody doesn't know.

You don't love him.

What are you
talking about?

There's a lot you don't
know about yourself.

Forget about me.
You're lost...

I said forget it!

I thought you knew how
to get what you wanted.

Well, I made a mistake.

I'm going home.

I'm tired.
I'll get a cab.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean
to quarrel.

Skip it.

Lorna...
I'll tell you a secret.

I don't like you.
You're too mixed up inside.

You're wasting
your time whining
that things are wrong.

I like men who reach
for a slice of fame.

I can reach.

Where did you learn that,
in the "cyclopaedia"?

What makes you
think you can do that?

Taxi! Taxi!

So long.

You've got plenty of speed,
but in the wrong direction.

See you in 1960.

Maybe you'll
be somebody by then.

Long before.
I'll get what I want.

I'll buy that car.

Tell your Mr. Moody
I'll dazzle
the eyes out of his head.

Tell him, for me,
he's handling
the next world's champ.

All aboard!

See America first,
what I mean.

Fight your way
from coast to coast.

Yeah, man!

I'd like to be on that train.

I'd like to fly.

Stay on the ground,
Duchess.

Fly? What for?

Who do you know
up there? Eagles?

Here, you don't
know how to pack.

You forget
your good sweater.

Thanks, Papa.

Success
is the word!

Need I say more?

I'm proud of you, Joe.

Come back a champ
and bring back enough dough

to buy your sister's
boyfriend a new cab.

Yes, boys and girls,

I am looking in
that old crystal ball,

and I see strange
and wonderful events.

Yazoo!

Drunk as a horsefly.

You can't drive me
to the station
in this condition.

What condition?

You're drunk,
stupid.

Shut your face, foolish.

Just because I
don't hold in my nerves,
she thinks I'm drunk.

If you hold in your nerves,
you get ulcers.

Come on, Joe.

Get your chapeau
and let's go!

Or don't you want
me to drive you down
to the station?

No.

My cab's in
the garage, anyway.

Take it
with you, Joe.

You can practice
sometime.

I got no room
for it, Papa.

Maybe you'd
better return it.

Look, here's Mr. Carp
to say goodbye.

Come in,
my little prince.

I wish you
good luck.

Thanks.

Have a good trip, Joey.

I have to do this, Papa.

Be careful
for your hands.

Give me the word, Papa.

Give me the word
to go ahead.

You be careful
for your hands.

I want you to
give me the word.

No!

No word! No!

You wanna fight?
Okay, you gonna fight!

But I don't gonna
give no word, no!

That's how you feel?

That's how I feel.

You should've
seen the reception
they gave us in Pittsburgh.

The newspaper
boys were great.

Borneo, in the past
six months,

you done a noble
job with that boy.

Okay, Roxy.

Moody, you're
the best partner I got.

May we be
healthy and successful
in our brand-new suite.

♪ We're in the money now

You said it!

♪ We're in the money now
Hi, ho, the merry-o ♪

Tom. Tom, I forgot
to tell you.

Fuseli phoned
you before.

Eddie Fuseli?

What does that
gunman want with me?

A chance to talk
turkey to you about Joe.

Well, if he calls again,

tell him nothing doing.

Yeah?

I'm looking for
Joe Bonaparte.

I'm his brother-in-law.

Well, hello.
I'm Lorna Moon.

Oh, Joe's told me
all about you.

This is Mr. Moody.
What can we
do for you?

And Mr. Lewis.

For me? You can
do nothing.

I'm sore. I'm here
against my better instinct.

Where's Joe?
We're expecting him.

Have a drink.
Thanks.

Look, could I have
a minute of your
valuable time?

I got my cab
outside and
I can't wait.

Sure.

Come on over here.

What's up?

Joe brought this
dough for my father-in-law
when he got back to town,

but the old man was out.

When he saw it,
he said he didn't want it,
no part of it.

Six hundred bucks,
enough to choke a horse,

and he treats it
like so much alfalfa.

Why?

Listen,
I got a father-in-law,
nothing is nice to him

but slicing
philosophical salami
across the table.

Now, he's worried
about this boxing
enterprise Joe got into.

Personally, I can't
see what's so terrible.

A boy gets in
the higher brackets.

What's the worry?

Well, that's too bad.

I'll give Joe the money.

And don't
you think...

I think he's marvelous.
I really do.

Hello, Eddie.

Nice of you
to drop in.

Have a drink, Eddie.

There's too much
of a crowd.

It makes me
depressed.

I wanna talk
business with you.

Alone.

Borneo, take the gang down
to the corner, will you,

and buy them
a round of drinks.

Sure, Tom.

All right,
come on, folks.

See you later, Roxy.
Bye, Tom.

So long.

- See you later, Tom.
- Bye, Roxy.

- Goodbye, Eddie.
- Bye.

How do you like
our new place?

It's a cheap office.

Cheap? What are
you talking?

It's oriental luxury.

You, there,
with the sense of humor,

get out.

Hey, don't give me
any of that double talk.

Take it easy, Siggie.

Hey!

Meet Eddie Fuseli.

Fuseli?

Hi, Eddie.

So long, folks.

Well, the place
is empty.

What's on your
mind besides trouble?

You got this
certain boy, Bonaparte.

I like his looks.
American-born?

Right from here.

He appeals to me.

What's your
opinion of this boy?

Possibilities.

Could he get on top?

Well, I can't see
that far ahead.

I don't read palms.

Could I buy a piece?

No.
Could I?

No!

I like a good fighter.

This your girl?

I'm my mother's girl.

That's a hot one.

Pretty flowers.

You like them?

Somebody, we don't
know who, sent them to us.

I like them.
I sent them.

I always send flowers.

You think this
is something?

You should see what
I sent Nick Polley.

He... He's dead,
ain't he?

To return to our
previous discussion,

I'd like to buy
a piece of that boy.

He's not for sale.

In fact, I had
a visitation from above.

An angel came down and said,
"Let there be unity
in the ownership."

I had a visit, too.

I was in a bar,

and the same angel came down
and ate a pretzel.

And he says, "Eddie Fuseli,
I'd like you to buy a piece."

But I can't
make any guarantee
about the boy.

How do you
mean it, Tom?

Well, I don't know
what he'll do in
the next six months.

Eddie, it's like flapjacks,
up and down.

You don't know
which side next.

That's a good one.

You ought to be
on the radio.

No, it's
a fact, Eddie.

We got enough
headaches already. He...

He's got a father who
sits on the kid's head
like a bird's nest.

You know what
I mean, Eddie.

Take your hand off.

Where is everybody?

Let the boy decide.

Joe, this is
Eddie Fuseli.

Oh, I've heard of you.

He's a man
around town.

With good connections.

Wants to buy
a piece of you.

I'll tell him myself.

I'm Italian, too.

Italian-born,
but an American citizen.

I'd like to buy
a piece of you.

I don't care
for no profit.

I could turn
it back to...

You could have
my share.

But I like
a good fighter.

I like a good boy who
could win the crown.

It's up to you,
Joe, if he buys in.

Some managers can't
give you what you need.

Don't say that,
Eddie.

Some managers can't.

I'll think about it.

Meet me tomorrow
for lunch at my hotel.

You give me
your answer then.

Okay by you,
Mr. Lewis?

Frankly, it's okay with me,
but don't think it'll
all be honey and cream.

The boy's a problem to handle,
he's an excitable character,

with responsibilities,
like I told you before.

There's a trick
you don't know, Roxy.

When a bird sits on
your head and interferes
with the championship,

you shoot him off.

All kinds of birds.

You'd be surprised
how fast they fall
on the ground.

Which is my intention
in this syndicate.

You're not going to lunch
with him tomorrow.

No? Why not?
Because I say so!

And another thing,

I don't want
you flying around
in that car of yours.

Talking to me?
Yes, you!

You're gonna tell me what
to do and who to see?

You're not letting
Fuseli in!

I'll do as I please.

No one tells me
what to do.

Will you listen to me?

The nerve of that kid
talking to me that way.

How do you like
that for gratitude?

He leaves us standing
here in our brevities.

What makes you think
you're worthy of gratitude?

You don't know how
to talk to that boy.

Lorna, we're in
a bad spot with Joe.

He's getting hard to handle,
just when things
are going good for us.

Now that gunman
wants to muscle in.

You gotta help me.

How?
Go after the boy.

You can keep him
away from Fuseli.

I still ask, how?

Oh, you know how.

Now you're talking.

You mean,
the way I see it
on his face?

For crying out loud,
what are you talking about?

You expect me to...

Where do you come off
to make a remark like that?

I think I'll go
grab myself
a 12-cylinder lunch.

You're not mad?

No.

I'm not a bad guy, Lorna.

All right, I'm crude.

Sometimes I'm worried,
and I'm crude.

But we both want
that sun to come up
and shine on us?

Don't we?

Yeah.

That sounds like
the girl I used to know.

I see what you mean.

You're not mad?

No.

I'm not mad.

I'm glad you're
still here.

I'm waiting
for my car.

Oh, I forgot
to tell you.

Siggie was here
before you came.

He brought this.
Your father sent it back.

Haven't you
seen him yet?

I guess I'd
better run right over.

Thanks, Lorna.

Say, this is
the first good look

I've had at you
in a long time.

You haven't changed.

Maybe I have.

Joe,
there are a lot of things
I wanted to tell you

while we were
on the road.

But, well, you acted
as if I were poison ivy.

Once, someone told me
to go out and find
fame and fortune.

It's been taking
up all my time.

What do you
think of your pupil?

Joe, where are
you going now?

Home.

Why don't you
come along?

May I?
I'd like to.

Papa,
what's the matter with you,
all alone here in the dark?

I'll go.

Papa, look who's here!

Oh, Joey! Joey!

Hello, Anna.

Hello, Joe.

Papa!

Joe?

Joe!

Papa, you remember
Miss Moon, don't you?

Hello, Miss Moon.

Glad to see you again,
Mr. Bonaparte.

And this is Anna.

How do, Miss Moon?
Hello.

I came down here
the day I got back,
but you weren't in

and I didn't
get a chance to...

That's all right.
That's all right.

Anna, Joe's gonna
stay for dinner tonight.

Sure!
I don't think
I'd better.

And Miss Moon, too.

You're gonna stay,
please, Miss.

I'd like to,
very much.

Anna, big company
tonight, eh?

Yeah!

Sit down,
Papa.

Sit down.
I wanna look at you.

Oh, yeah?

Let me see.
Let me see.

Yeah, that's
my father.

Why did you
return the money?

I'm glad to
see you, Joe.

It was such
a long time.

And don't think
I'm not hurt, Papa.

My money's yours.
I want you to take it.

Now, we talk about it
some other time, huh?

Okay,
my mistake.

Here, Anna,
give it to Siggie.

Let him buy that cab.

That'll make him happy.

Oh, gee!

Thanks, Joe!
Oh, that's wonderful!

Oh, but now Siggie
won't have anything
to be sore about.

How are things
around here?

You tell me. You happy?

Happy? Sure.

You tell me, Miss Moon.

He's enjoy life?
He's happy?

Well, I guess he is.

I guess he's
got what he wants.

I'm glad.

You both say so.
I'm glad.

Well.

Oh, Anna, go ask
Mr. Carp for dinner, too.

Sure!

It's gonna be
a big celebration, huh?

Who's having
coffee?

Have an apple, huh?
No, thanks.
I couldn't.

I've never eaten so
much in all my life.

You no eat enough.

My friends!

And I mean you,
too, Bonaparte.

First, I wanna take
this occasion

to thank Joe for
his contribution

to the oppressed
end of the family,
that's me.

And when I buy this new cab,
I'm gonna take
you all for a ride.

Free of charge.

And now, from the bottom
of my heart,

I wish you all
a very happy New Year.

Good speech.

Ain't he a riot?
Happy New Year in May!

Sit down, Siggie,
before you make
another speech.

12 in one night
is enough.

Speech, speech...

Nowadays, where have
we got freedom of speech?

It's a free country.
You can talk. I talk.

Even him, look
how much he talks.

It's a delusion.

America itself is
a mirage. And Europe!

Every time I read
what goes on in the papers,

I feel so bad I
have to close my shop
and go see a double feature.

Well, everybody,
you have enough to eat?
Yes!

Plenty, plenty!

Let's go in
the other room.

All right.
Good.

Miss Moon, are you
sure you're not hungry?

Oh, no.
Oh, I've eaten
so much!

Beauty first,
Miss Moon.
Thank you.

Oh, dear, I think
I've had too much to eat.

Oh, Miss Moon, look.

How do you
like Joe, eh?

What are you trying
to do, embarrass me?

That was
his first violin.

You were
a lovely kid.

I would like to
have known you then.

Oh, look, here's another one,
when he was one year old.

No, not that one.
That one's censored.
Here.

No, no, Anna!
Give me that.

Here, here.
Give me that! Anna!

Joe!

Anna! Give me
that picture!

- Here, here!
- Joe, no, no!

Papa! Papa! Here!

Anna!

Joe, be careful.

I've got it.

No, you don't!

Now, now, now.
That's enough.

All right.
Come on, come on,
come on.

He's afraid of
the naked truth.

Anna, how about
some music, huh?

Sure!
Yeah, music.

You like to sing,
Miss Moon?

Sure.
Good!

Come on,
Anna, sit on the piano.

Come on,
everybody.

You sit there,
Mr. Carp.

All right,
all right.

What do you like?

You know what
I like. Funiculi.

Funiculi.

Everybody!

Beautiful!

Hey, Mr. Carp!

Learn the words,
will you, please?

I know the words.

No, no. Leave him alone.
He's doing fine.

I know what
we gonna do.

What?

Miss Moon,
how you like to hear
Joe play violin, huh?

I'd love to.

Oh, no. Don't start
that now, Papa.

I don't wanna play.

It's a good time for playing,
and Miss Moon must hear.

No, Papa, no.

Go on,
play for him, Joey.

Please, no.

You shouldn't
do this.

Here, Joe.

I haven't touched it
for months.

Go on, Joe.
Please, Joey.

Come on, Anna.

Come on, everybody.
Come on, sit down.

This is big concert by
Joe Bonaparte, violin.

What shall I play?

Play Paganini, Variations.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

Why, you play
beautiful eight months ago.

Eight months is a lifetime.

All right,
play Brahms' Cradle Song.

I'll try.

He play that when
he was 12 years old.

Try again, Joe.

What's the use?

But you haven't
played in so long.

Double notes is difficult.
He needs practice.

It was wonderful, Joe.

Joe, don't worry.
Play some...

I'm not worried, Papa.

Music and fighting just
don't mix, that's all.

We've got to go now.
Come on, Lorna.

We had a swell time, Papa.
Good night.

Joe, stay longer.

Good night, Papa.

Goodbye,
Mr. Bonaparte.

Miss Moon,

you sweet, gentle girl.

You friend of my son.

He's got big
trouble in his heart.

He's a musician.
He's no prizefight.

I ask you,
look out for him.

Help him find
what's right.

I'll try.

Joe, you're
the luckiest boy
I've ever known.

What do you mean?

What a home,
what a family you have.

I've never seen
such happy people.

I've never been so
happy in all my life.

And your father,
he's wonderful.

The way he looked at you
when you picked
up that violin.

Joe, I was
wrong about you.

How?

I made a mistake, Joe.

Watching you become a fighter
taught me something.

I've seen you get
hard-shelled and tough.

You shouldn't be
in the ring, Joe.

You belong in your home,
with your violin.

Say, that's funny,
coming from you.

I know.

Oh, Joe,
do you remember the night
you spoke of music

and what it meant to you?

You knew what was right then,
how people should live.

Joe, maybe you ought
to give up fighting.

Give up fighting?

You were the girl
that liked champions.

You were the girl that...

Stop it, Joe. Don't
try to get even with me.

Well, I've made up
my mind to win
the middleweight crown.

But your heart's
in music, Joe.

You know that.

I can't play anymore.

I've got the hands
of a fighter.
No.

They've been soaked
in brine for a year
and they're tough as nails.

No!

They're good for
only one thing now,

slugging. Slugging my way
to the title!

Oh, no, no, Joe.

You've got money now.

You can afford to practice
for months, years.

Your hands can
get right again.

Oh, you've got to try.
You've got to!

No. Not now.

Then when?

After I'm champ.

First, I'm gonna
finish what I started.

I'm on my way.

I can get
Fuseli to help me.

Joe, do you know
what you're saying?

If you get mixed
up with Fuseli,
it's the end of you.

Lorna, you're trembling.
What is it?

Joe, listen.
I'll tell you the truth.

Moody asked me
to keep you away
from Fuseli.

Now I'm here to beg you,
but not for Moody's sake.
It's for yours.

Fuseli's a gangster.

You'll find yourself
getting dirty inside.

Before you know it,
he'll put a gun
in your hands.

Oh, don't do that to me.

Lorna, does it
mean that much to you?

Say you won't
tie up with Fuseli.

Promise me.

I don't need Fuseli.

I don't need
anything but you, Lorna.

You're real to me,
the way music was real.

Why don't you
belong to me?

Oh, don't, Joe.

Don't.

Why not, Lorna? Why?

Tom loves me.

I love you.

Oh, Lorna,
why can't you leave him?

What has he
ever done for you?

Would you like to know?

He loved me in
a world of enemies
and I loved him for that.

He picked me up
in Jackto's Hotel
on 39th Street.

I was nine weeks
behind in the rent.

I hadn't hit
the gutter yet,

but I was near.

He washed my face
and combed my hair.

He stiffened the space
between my shoulder blades.

Misery reached out
to misery.

And now you're dead.

If I am, I don't mind.

I'm tired.

All I want is peace
and quiet, not love.

Once I was in love
and took a terrible beating.

I don't want it again.

I want you to stop it.

Don't devil me, Joe.
Let me alone.

I know you love me.

I'll tell Moody.

No, no, not...
Not yet.

When? Swiftly.

Everything's easy
when you do it swiftly.

I'll tell him.
Tomorrow.

Gee, it's the beginning
of a wonderful new life.

A man and his girl.

A girl who
shares your home.

I'll share your home, Joe.

A home somewhere far away.

Lorna.

Lorna!

Honey,
I've got terrific news.

At last we can
get married.

I spoke to my
beloved wife last night.

She's begun to run around
with a retired brewer

and now she
wants the divorce.

She's going to Reno!

Watch out, my hair.

Oh, that isn't all.

I signed a fight
with Harrison today.

They meet six weeks
from tonight.

That's nice.

You know,
a Harrison win
clinches everything.

And then, you and I,
Lorna, baby, we're set.

What do you
think of that?

You draw
beautiful pictures.

Well, you're not
very gay about it.

What goes on?

You still wanna
marry me?

Tell the truth.
Love doesn't last.

What's got
into you, Lorna?

I'm trying to tell
you how cynical I am.

Honest,
you're so dumb.

Love lasts,
if you want it to.

I want it to last.
I need it to last.

Why am I
struggling to make a living,
if not for you and a home?

I don't kid myself.

Don't say that
to me, Tom.

Why not?

Why, in no time,
we'll be standing
in front of the preacher.

I'm leaving you, Tom.

What?

It has to end.

What has to end?

Everything.

Lorna, I don't like
a joke that pushes
the blood down to my feet.

I'm not joking, Tom.

No, Lorna, no!

Please,
give me a break.

Oh, the things
I've planned...

I'm not a kid
any longer.

Lorna, I don't
deserve this. Lorna!

The first time I saw you two,
that was going on.

What is this,
one long duet?

I got news for you.

You meet
Harrison in Rochester
six weeks from today.

I said, you meet
Harrison in Rochester...

I heard you.

Well, answer me then.
Rochester!

I'm sick and tired of
fighting on the road.

Why can't you get me
a fight in the Garden?

I don't need you to tell me
how to run my business!

I'll book the matches!

Yeah, and I'll be fighting
in tank towns until I'm 50.

I'm disappointed, Joe.

I thought you
were coming to see me
this morning.

We were going to
discuss certain matters.

He's got nothing
to discuss with you, Fuseli!

He's not
talking to you!

How do you like it, Tom?

Big bills
or little bills?

Don't think
you're buying in!

Take big bills.
They're new.
They feel good.

Joe, tell him
you don't want him.

I can do you
a great deal of good.

He don't need you.

He's got the best
manager in this town.

You are
a funny man.

String with me
and it's a shortcut
to the crown.

Can you get me
a fight in the Garden?
Joe!

I spoke to the Garden.

They said he wasn't ready.

This is Fuseli.

Let me talk to
Moran personally.

Hello, Moran?
Fuseli.

How are you?

Say, I'm
interested in a great boy,
Joe Bonaparte.

I'd like you to use him
for an important bout.

You will do yourself
a personal favor

and get my appreciation.
Thanks.

How long will
it take...

I'm in shape now.

Anytime, Moran.
That's okay.

I'll drop around
and get the contracts.

Who'd you talk to, Tom?
The office boy?

In five weeks.
Does it suit you?

Down to the ground.

Joe, you know why
they do him favors.

Don't lose your head.
You promised me...

Look, in a half a minute,
I got a fight in the Garden,

something I've
wanted for a year.

I'm through with
the small time.

Don't worry about me.

You wanna buy in?
You're in.

From now on,
he runs things.

Your insolence is gorgeous,
but this is the end.

For a cheap
little fighter...

Don't talk
so quick, Tom.

Well, I wouldn't take
this guff from
the President himself.

Cut me up
in little pieces...

You could get cut up
in little pieces.

You wanna
manage this boy?

Help yourself.
Do it!

Give me $20,000
and let me out.

Ten! I'll take 10!
I got my girl.

I don't need
crowns or jewels.

I'll take my girl.
That's all I want.

What girl?

I'm not on speaking
terms with you. Well?

It would be funny if
your arms got broke.

Wait a minute.

Lorna loves me,
and I love her.

Crazy as a bat.

Tell him.

I love Tom.

Tell him what?

I was a fool to get sore.
Kid is a nut.

I don't like no one
to laugh at that boy.

You call a boy
like that a nut?

An educated boy?

When you do it
in front of me,

I say,
"Tom don't like himself."

As for your resignation,
I buy you out when I'm ready.

Right now I got use
for you as my assistant.

Do your business, Tom.

That goes
for you, too.

No tricks, Miss Moon.

Listen, boys,
the Chocolate Drop
is a tough customer.

This ain't no setup
we're meeting Saturday.

Don't make no
difference to Bonaparte
who he fights.

Hold that a second,
Mr. Fuseli.

How about
the Chocolate's
uppercut, Bonaparte?

Uppercut?
Joe will chop him
to pieces.

Yeah, I'll make
mincemeat out of him.

How does Bonaparte expect
to win Saturday, with a kayo?

That's what we expect.

Sure, that's
what we expect.

Can you name the round?

Which round
would you like?

You're either
a genius or an idiot.

Come on into
the bar, boys.

I make an extra
special Rum Collins.

You make 20 drinks,
you won't change
my mind about it.

Come on.
Come on. I got
a sweet bar.

You ought to see it,
it's sweet. Come on.

Well, I could use
a drink about now.

Say, Tom, how's that
beautiful gal of yours?

Oh, she's fine.

Well, when are
wedding bells gonna ring?

In about a month.

Boy, that's swell.

That Drake fellow's
a case.

So they're
getting married.

Moody?
I guess so.

Those writers hate me.

When did Moody
get his divorce?

A few weeks ago.

Why don't you
forget Lorna?

What?

I'll say it again.
Why not forget her?

Joe, your heart
ain't in fighting.

Your hate is,
and that's no good.

Why don't you find
somebody else to love?

Or am I butting in?

I won't be unhappy
if you mind
your own business.

Okay.

I'm sorry
I said that.

Okay.

I thought Eddie
was here.

Well, he isn't.

Funny seeing you
without him.

Like seeing the shadow
without the man.

I heard you're
getting married.

Did you?

I'm looking for
the scissors.

Who are you
cutting up today?

Congratulations.

Thanks.

When I speak to you,
look at me.

What would you
like to say?

Marry anyone
you like.
Thanks for permission.

You haven't spoken
to me for weeks.

Why break your silence?

Moody's right for you.
Perfect.

The mating of
zero and zero.

I'm not sorry
to marry Tom.

That's from
the etiquette book.

Page 12.

"When you marry a man,
say you like it."

What do you want
from me, revenge? Sorry.

We're all out
of revenge today.

You must've
gotten a pretty kick

when you tossed me
out of the window.

The fastest
double-cross of all time.

Yes, I tossed you
out of the window,

but not when I
gave you up for Moody.

I did it when I
walked into your life

and made you fight.
That's when I did it.

But I learned my
mistake and I begged you
to turn around and go back.

I begged you to
stay away from Fuseli.

And what did you do?

The second he put
a piece of bait

on the hook,
you snapped at it.

You forgot your promise
and took the easy way out,
and look at you now.

A bad imitation of
your gangster friend.

You're not the boy
I cared about.

The boy who loved
music so much, he...

You murdered him.

I don't know you.

Listen to who's talking.

The queen of
the two-timers.

So you don't
believe me.

Well, I've told you
the truth.

What more can I do?

Marry Moody.

Is Joe inside?

Keep out of his sight.

They told me you
ran away suddenly.

I took a chance
you might be here.

What is your
attitude about Moody?

I was thinking maybe
he should submit
his resignation.

I'll pay him for his share,
how much he wants.

It's worth it not to
have him around. Okay?

I got something for you.

You like that color?

Thanks.

What's the matter?
Why?

Do you see
a crowd around here?
No.

That's right,
you don't, but I do.

I see a crowd of
Fuselis all around me,
suffocating me.

Burying me in good times
and silk shirts.

Do you want to see
a musical tonight?

I got tickets.

Charley.
Fuseli is speaking.

I'm giving
7-to-5 on Bonaparte.

$4,000. Yeah.

It's gonna be
a good fight.

How do you know?

I know Bonaparte.

I got a lot of
money spread out on him.

Suppose Bonaparte loses.

I look at the proposition
from all sides.

I know he'll win.

What do you think
I am, a machine?

Maybe I'm lonely.
Maybe I...

What do you wanna do?
Walk in a parade?

Get the money and
you won't be so lonely.

I want some personal life.

I give Bonaparte
a good personal life.

I got loyalty
to his cause.

You use me like a gun.

Your loyalty's to keep me
oiled and polished.

Before I stepped in,
Bonaparte was a rookie
with a two-pant suit.

I got him important
bouts in the Garden,

and now, after five months,
he fights the contender
for the crown.

He walks down
the street respected.

They howl their heads off
when Bonaparte
steps in the ring,

and I done it for him.

There are other things.
There's no other things.

Don't think so much.

It could make you
very sick.

You owe me a lot.
I don't like you to forget.

You'd better be on your toes
when you step in that ring.

Your loyalty
makes me shiver.

Take the shirts.

I don't care.
I told you I don't wanna see
anybody before the fight.

It makes me...

Hello, Papa.

Hello, Joe.

What are you doing here?

I come to see you fight.

Hey, sweetheart,
how about giving
me a chance to...

Shut up,
I'm not talking to you.

Hello, Joe.

I just dropped in to tell you
a piece of good news, for me.

I just got rid
of you completely.

My bandages
don't feel right.

You know,
I'm indebted to you.

Your pal, Fuseli,
just paid me plenty
for my share.

Skip it, Tom.
You picked
the wrong time.

Pepper White!
Pepper White!

Ready, Pepper White!

Now I got one wish.

For the Chocolate Drop
to give you a shellacking.

I wanna see you
hanging on the ropes

with your eyes
popping out of your head.

You gotta be taught
a lesson, and tonight.

I said, skip it, Tom.

That's no way to talk
to him before the fight.

Borneo is right.

I gotta protect
my interest. 10% is 10%.

Get them out of here.
Get them out of here!

Don't disappoint me, Joe.

When you hit
the canvas tonight,
hit it with a loud bang.

Yeah, do it for me,
too, honeybunch.

If you bounce
out of the ring,
your old man can catch you.

Hey, Joe,
save your heat!

What's the matter?

Cowboys and Indians?

Out.

I paid you off.

If I see you here again,
I'll know you
don't feel like living.

Who is this?

That's my father.

I bought Moody out.

I heard.

I'm worried about
your mental condition.

Too much company.

I'll take care
of myself.

I'll do it.
I don't want visitors.

I don't want
anyone around here.

Borneo, I put 200 bucks
on Bonaparte's nose for you.

It's my appreciation to you.

Tell me if you
want something.

Nothing.

Forget that Miss Moon.

Go out there
and kill the Drop.

Send him to
the cemetery.

Tear his skull off,
as I know
Bonaparte can do it.

I bet a lot of
money on you tonight.

You're a smart boy.
You mustn't lose.

How is Anna, Papa?

Fine.

And Siggie?

He's watching the fight.

You look fine.

Feel good.

Why did you come here?

You sit there
like my conscience.

Papa, I have to fight,
no matter what you think.

This is my profession.

Yes, I understand.

Go out and watch
the fight. Please, I...

I... I go.

Now I know.

It's too late
for music, now I see.

I give you
the word to fight.

I sorry for you.

You'd better leave now,
Mr. Bonaparte.

I hope you win
every fight, Joe.

Lay down, Joe.

There's a minute
left to tune you up.

I never worried less
about a boy in my life.

You're a real
sweetheart.

You're getting good, boy.

I've seen it
happen before.

It seems to happen suddenly,
and a fighter gets good.

He gets
easy and graceful.

Learns how to
save himself.

No energy wasted.

He slips and he slides.

He travels with the punch.

Oh, sure.

I like the way
you're shaping up.

What was you saying
about the Chocolate's trick?

He needs a straight punch.

Now I'm alone.

They're all against me.

Moody, Fuseli and her.

I'll show them all.

Bonaparte, ready.
Bonaparte, ready.

Nobody, nothing
stands in my way.

Hey, Joe! Joe!

Hey, Joe,
look at me!

Joe Bonaparte,
you're wonderful!

Don't he look great
up there, Pop, huh?

Hey, Joe!
Get up there and fight!

Ladies and gentlemen,
the main bout of the evening!

15 rounds
between the contender
for the middleweight crown,

the pride of
Harlem at 160 pounds,

the Chocolate Drop!

In this corner,
that popular young idol,
New York's favorite son,

at 157 pounds, Joe Bonaparte!

I'd like to see
him cut to ribbons.

Something he's
needed for a long time.

Why don't you quit, Tom?

Go on, Joe.
Knock his block off.

Hey, take it easy.
Take it easy!

That's my brother-in-law.

Which one?
The one with...

Referee, Larry Brown!

Come on, Joe.
Let him have it, Joe!

Isn't it horrible?

My dear,
it makes me quite ill.

Really? Would you
rather leave, darling?

What? And miss
the rest of it?

Get up, Joe!
Get up!

That's it!

Joe's gonna win!

No, I don't wanna see.

Who's winning?

What's the difference
who's win?

It's terrible to see.

Keep your hands up
and keep moving, you hear?

Take a deep breath.
One more, now.

Cigarette?

All right, Joe!

Come on. Go!

Get around there. Hook him!

Yeah. Yeah, come on. Get him!

One, two, three, four...

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven,

eight, nine, out.

My darling boy.
My dearest, darling boy!

How do you
like it? Eddie!

He knocks him
out in two rounds.

Oh, yeah,
a real sweetheart.

The monarch
of the masses!

The way
he fouled you twice.

I called him on it.

Believe me.

You won the right for
a crack at the title.

I wonder what
Moody's saying now.

Take it easy.

What's the matter? Broke?

Yeah, it's broke.

No wonder it's broke.

Darling,
how you gave it to him.

Not to my enemies.

A left hook and
a right cross,

with no trimmings
or apologies.

Who's got Bonaparte's glove?

Here. Why?

What's the matter,
Drisc?

Chocolate's
a sick boy.

What?
What happened?

It looks like
the pride of Harlem
is out for good.

Hey, take it easy.

What do you mean?

Just what
I said. Out.

Your hands are clean.

You didn't foul him.
You're a clean fighter.

If something happened,
it's an accident.

That's right. There's
nothing to worry about.

That's right.

Gee.

You! You murdered
my fighter!

He's dead,
you killed him.

Just a minute...

He's dead, I tell you!
Chocolate's dead.

We're very sorry.
Pull yourself together.

You ought to be
strung up for it!

You...
Get out of here.

He should, I tell you.
He should!

Get out, before I
slug your teeth apart!

Eddie, don't hit him!
Let him alone.

Come on, get out of here.

Get him out of here,
Roxy. Come on.

Come on!

Papa,
please go home.

I'll be all right.
Go home, please.

Come on, Joe.
Get into your clothes.

Those boys
are too late.

They'd better send
for the coroner instead.

Yeah, that's
too bad.

What is it?
Haven't you heard?

Bonaparte killed
the Chocolate Drop
in the fight.

What?

Joe killed
the Chocolate?

Come on, Lorna.
Come on.

Oh, Tom.
Tom, I've got to see him.

What for?
I've got to see him.

But they're waiting for us
at the Paradise Club.

Well, think
how he feels.

Think what he's
going through.

What do you care
what he's going through?

I do care, Tom.

I couldn't
leave him alone now.

You like that boy,
don't you?

I love him, Tom.

That poor guy, with
those sleepy little eyes.

Outside, Miss Moon.

This ain't no
cocktail lounge.

I'll stay here.

Joe.

I'll be back, Joe.

Gee, that poor boy.

But it wasn't your fault.
You didn't mean it.

That's right.
I didn't mean it.

I wouldn't wanna do that,
would I, Lorna?

Everybody knows
I wouldn't wanna kill a man.

You know it.

Of course.

But I did it.
That's the thing. I did it.

Lorna, my father
was here.

He heard it himself.

I murdered a man.
No, Joe. No.

You don't know
what you're saying.

I murdered a man.

Joe, where are you going?

I don't know.

Some place where I
don't have to think.

Joe, I'm coming with you.

No, Lorna.
I've got to be alone.

Joe!

That's him.
That's Bonaparte.

What you doing,
coming in here?

Sit down.

What good will
that do now?

He done killed Chokky.

Don't you think
you could leave
us alone, please?

Looking at you
don't make it no easier.

I know.

If I could only
do something.

Tell me what to do.
I'll do anything.

You can't do nothing now.

I'd give my life to
bring him back to you.

My life.

It isn't worth anything.

That's wrong, son.

I'm much older
than any of y'all,

and I ain't no
stranger to trouble.

We's all just little
people with a burden,
every one of us.

You got one, too,
and you got to carry it.

Don't try to
run away from it.

You tell me this?

You? His father?

Say, Joe, I was
just speaking to...

Take it easy, Joe.

I said, take it easy, Joe.
What's the matter?

Here's your share.
How does it look?

Like blood.

Come on, come on.
Don't be a schoolgirl.

You killed him fair.
Nobody blames you.

Tonight you feel bad,
tomorrow you get over it.

I'm a cheap
edition of you, Fuseli.

But tonight's the end.
I'm quitting.

Maybe you change your mind.

I already set the date
for the championship fight.

Your guarantee
is $65,000.

Should I repeat
the figure? $65...

You're wasting your time.
I don't want it.

I'll never put
on a glove again.

You're hysterical.
I don't like it
in a fighter.

I don't care what you like.

I'm through with you
and I'm through
with fighting.

You don't quit so fast
when I can make big money.

When I start something,
I do the finishing.

Your job is done.

You've made
a killer out of me.

I said I had
plans for your future.

I don't like
to change them.

I killed that poor kid
for no reason at all.

I wish I'd murdered
a rotten gutter rat
like you instead.

When you talk like
that to me, it's goodbye.

You've no guts,
no heart, nothing!

I'm sorry
I wasted my time.

The Golden Boy.
I cross you off my list.

Here, put this on.
It's cold.

Be glad you're rid of him.
You're free.

Come on,
we'll go the other way.

I can see him
lying there.

Come, Joe.

Lorna...
Joe, listen to me.

I love you.
We need each other.

We belong together.

I have nothing to
give you anymore.

I wanted to
conquer the world,

but instead
I smashed myself.

I'm lost, Lorna.
No, darling, you're not.

Now you can go
back to yourself,
to your music.

With this?

A great violinist
with a broken hand.

Your hand will heal,
and you'll play again.

You must!

Nothing can stop you
when you do
what's in your heart.

We have each other, Joe.
We'll find a way.

Oh, don't you see,
darling?

This is
the beginning of a new life
for you and me.

What do you say, Joe?

Papa, I've come home.

Sure, Joe.