All language subtitles for Iron Man (1931) Lew Ayres, Jean Harlow, Robert Armstrong,

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

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

This ain't murder, it's suicide.

He's doing everything I told
him not to.

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

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

No, you ain't.

Yessir, it's funny.

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

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

Well I was all wrong.

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

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

You're dropping me, George?

Not me, you're giving me the gate.

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

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

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

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

Gloves ain't enough.

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

But it's something else
on my mind.

I needed that dough, George.

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

Rose. Didn't I know it?

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

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

Oh, what's the use?

Good luck, Kid.

Put on that robe,
you wanna get pneumonia?

That's just what I told you.

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

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

The fight game's a pretty
tough racket.

Everything goes along rosy, then...

Wham!

And they find you cutting
out paper dolls.

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

Aw, Kid Mason's alright.

He's a pretty good scrapper.

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

She drops the act, marries Kid Mason.

And why?

Cause she thought fighters made
a lot of dough.

Alright!

Place the blame on me.

I did it. I'm the sap.

Rose.

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

Oh, well.

I went after a few facts.

I guess I guessed wrong.

So did I.

Guess wrong.

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

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

Wasn't I a dope?

You'll get your fur coat, Rose.

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

It's my own fault.

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

Now he's through with me.

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

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

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

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

Not when we needed the
money at home.

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

Humph!

Rose.

I'm leaving.

Rose.

Honey.

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

Two.

- And seven.
- Is nine.

- Right. And four?
- Fourteen.

Thirteen!

That's right.

- And one?
- Fourteen.

- And one?
- Fifteen.

Marvelous.
And er... six.

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

Come in.

George, I gotta see you.

I got nothing to talk to you about.

Please, George, it's important.

In the bedroom.

Well?

Rose is gone.
She left me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're gonna stay right here
with me.

Put on your robe, you wanna
get pneumonia?

Gimme a cigarette, Jeff.

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

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

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

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

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

I don't think.

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

But I can read the newspapers.

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

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

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

Well, I'm setting my jack on Pearl.

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

All right, you just bet on him.

Go ahead, just bet on him.

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

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

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

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

But do you think I want him
to think so?

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

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

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

Yeah?

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

Yeah. You'd better duck, Jeff.

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

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

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

- No?
- No!

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

The Kid had a nice workout tonight.

- How's he doing?
- Okay.

Hey, Kid.

You know Mandel and Riley.

I don't wanna know them.

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

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

Come on, spill it, what is it?

- Can we talk around here?
- Sure.

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

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

...you understand me.

Sure, I get you.

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

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

so he can come over here
and take...

Do you get it, Kid?

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

What do you say, Kid?

Well, let me get this straight.

You want me and George...

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

- Is that it?
- You got it.

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

You can make a cleanup.

Oh, I don't know.

Don't be a sucker.

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

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

Come on, pull yourself together.

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

Wait a minute, Kid!

What do you think I am, a setup?

Do I look like a dirty crook?

Get out. Get out!

- George!
- He's doing all right.

Get out!

Thanks, George.

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

Go put your clothes on,
you wanna get pneumonia?

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

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

Hooray, George!

Fine, fine, George.

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

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

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

I might say something

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

I did win that fight tonight.

I...

Hey, would someone hang on to
that peanut roaster?

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

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

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

Of course maybe it's pig iron.

Oh, yes, I um...

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

Except the mug that sent this
bed of roses.

You oughta know that those violets
spell rest in peace.

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

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

...takes the championship away
from Mike Shay.

Hooray! Hooray!

Hooray for the Kid!

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

Alright, Riley, alright.

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

Alright, every guy to his own game.

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

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

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

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

The newspapers know it too.

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

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

Hey, a minute.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean Mike Shay
get all the dough?

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

Well, how does that get him a dime?

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

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

He's made plenty of dough so far.

Hello.

Just a minute.

It's for you, Kid.

A lady.

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

Hello, this is Mr. Mason.

But...

Uh... but wait a minute!

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

- Well, let me explain.
- Explain nothing.

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

- What?
- Sue me.

What's she gonna sue you for?

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

Hey, you duck out of sight.

Oh, Kid.

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

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

That's all right.

Look legal, Riley, look legal.

- Oh, hello.
- Oh...

We've been expecting you.
Come right in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, he was, was he?
Hm!

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

What have you got a lawyer here for?

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

Judge Riley has just received
communication from Sandusky...

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

Stating that he's way behind
in his alimony.

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

Well, now how could I kid you?

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

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

You too, Miss DeVere.

I realize the importance
of your career.

And that you work hard
for your money.

Just think what his wife
can do in Court.

Well, where do I come in?

What about my broken heart?

Your bank account, Miss DeVere,
your bank account.

That's what we must protect first.

Absolutely.

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

...taken advantage of.

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

I'll think this over.

Mighty lucky for you that
you came up here.

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

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

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

What are you whewing about?

We did all the dirty work.

Hey, Judge, see who that is.

A wire for the Kid.

Oh.

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

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

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

Yeah.

Oh, George!

- Can I see you a minute?
- Sure.

What is it?

A message from Rose.

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

Yeah, I suppose so.

But look, she's sick.

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

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

But you...

Ah...

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

Yeah?

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

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

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

She's right up this way.

She's the sweetest little thing
I ever saw.

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

Make her quit, she's breaking my heart.

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

Come in.

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

Well, why wouldn't I?

You shouldn't think that, honey.

I've been awful sick, Kid.

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

Don't, baby.

I've missed you so.

Hey, mother, how much does
she owe you?

- Hm?
- How much does she owe you?

Oh... four weeks' rent...

Forty-eight dollars.

And meals and private bath.

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

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

Forgive me for going away?

Forgive me?

Me forgive you?
Oh, honey.

Tricks been coming kinda
tough lately, huh?

Oh, I was alright until
I got the flu.

- Show business?
- Movies.

All the directors admired my talent.

But you gotta be on the inside.

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

Oh, I read every word of it.

That's all I had eyes for.

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

I thought you'd be interested.

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

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

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

...Mike Shay gets through plastering
him around.

Mike Shay?

Not the champion?

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

That's right, honey.

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

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

But let me tell you something.

You're looking at the next
champion right now.

Alright, Kid.

Alright, Shay, on the scales.

Okay, Mike, good luck.

Well?

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

I gotta be champion.

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

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

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

And, uh...

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

He's a good scrapper, and...

And, um...

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

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

Oh, riff-raff.

He wants you to know that he...

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

He...

As a matter of fact, his missus...

She's... sick and...

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

But believe me,

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

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

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Come in.

Are you sure this is out
of the same bathtub?

Yessir, Mr. Regan.

- Keep it.
- Thank you.

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

I thought you were off
that stuff, boss.

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

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

You gotta train hard,
live clean.

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

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

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

I mean, a fighter like you, a champ.

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

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

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

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

All right, baby.

I'll see you later, champ.

So long, Bobby.

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

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

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

But you forget you're
champion now.

My darling's a big man.

He's important.

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

Of course you are.

Say, come to think of it...

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

But dear, why wouldn't they?

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

Are you alright?

Hey, Rattler, come here.

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

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

- What's that for?
- Oh.

- You get me?
- Yes, sir.

- What?
- Yes, George.

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

Hey, what a dandy!

Howdy, boys, howdy.

- Hello, Kid.
- Howdy, Jeff.

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

Oh fine, Jeff, fine.
See you later.

- Howdy, George.
- Hello, kid.

What are you made up for?

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

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

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

O'Keefe?

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

- Mr. Regan here...
- What?

George, I mean, bought up
my contract.

We're working in the same stable now.

Yeah?

Now that's great.

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

- See you later.
- Yeah.

Still the same bunch of mugs.
Never getting anywhere.

How about watching a little fight?

You don't seem to be
in any hurry.

Well, there's no rush, is there?

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

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

Listen, George,

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

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

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

Alright, Kid, she's your wife.

Oh, what's the use?

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

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

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

You know she doesn't want
me up there.

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

if you think that Rose
doesn't like you.

- What?
- Wait till you see her.

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

Oh, come on and see for yourself.

I was telling my wife...

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

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

And properly exploited would
be a sensation.

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

Oh, well, you know Hollywood.

Well, here in New York it's different.

Now, this review I have in mind...

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

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

Yeah?

They don't allow any dogs or babies.

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

Well, it's so clean and so quiet.

We're at that place.

I know a speakeasy looks
just like this.

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

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

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

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

We're probably just in time for tea.

Tea?

- Mr. Mason, I presume?
- Yes.

I've been delightfully entertained
by your charming wife.

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

We met her in Hollywood.

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

Paul, Paul H. Lewis.

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

- Delighted.
- How are you?

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

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

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

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

- I'm sure...
- Shhh!

Darling, prepare yourself for
a big thrill.

You now have an opportunity
of meeting the champion himself.

- Hello, baby.
- Darling.

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

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

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

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

Hello.

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

George, I want you to know
Mrs. Lewis.

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

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

Yeah?

Yes, he handled Willie Scarpia
before he was champion.

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

Well it ain't the fighters that
are crooked.

No, it ain't.

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

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

but I chose to fight on the level.

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

Because we'd rather fight than eat.

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

Hm, yes, undoubtedly you're right.

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

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

Okay, where do we buy
the tickets?

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

Sure, come on.

I'll chaperone you two.

I was telling the Kid, Mrs. Lewis,

I know a speakeasy looks
just like this joint.

- A what?
- A speakeasy.

A place to go when you
wanna get drunk.

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

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

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

- You like it?
- Very much.

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

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

Oh, fine, Kid, fine.

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

Silk, huh?

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

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

I felt kind of silly myself
the first time.

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

Is that so?

I gotta be going.

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

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

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

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

- Goodbye, George.
- Goodbye, folks.

Goodbye.

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

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

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

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

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

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

About two o'clock, Eddie.

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

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

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

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

You've got your nerve
waylaying me.

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

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

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

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

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

- You can print that.
- I understand.

How about Joe Sevilla?

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

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

Hello, George.

Well, what do you want?

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

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

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

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

We'll talk about that later.

Hmm.

- Oh, George.
- Hm?

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

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

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

Hello, Rose.

Didn't know you were
having a party.

Didn't mean to butt in.

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

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

Just a few friends who dropped
in for the evening.

- Want a highball?
- Scotch.

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

It's a little different.

Now we're going to have
some regular music.

Let's dance!

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

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

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

Yeah, and we took the beer
along, remember?

Sure, sure.

And you got dizzy and fell
out of the boat.

In my only suit of clothes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who's there?

George, you shouldn't come in here.

You filth!

Oh, Shirley.

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

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

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

Will you excuse me just a moment?

What's the matter, Rose?

Kid, you gotta get George out of here.

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

Well... what's he done?

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

I won't have him in the house.

Yeah?

Well, I'll tell him.

George.

You gotta cut out bothering
the guests, see?

Otherwise I'm gonna ask you
to go home.

Huh?

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

Now, you can't do that.

Good night.

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

I've been spying on people, huh?

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

Before you're thrown out.

Yeah?

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

Get out of here, you're drunk!

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

Cut it out!

Now you better go on home!

Go on home, I said!

- Get out!
- Why, you poor dummy.

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

George, get out!
George!

- Throw him in the street!
- George!

George.

- Hey, Shirley!
- Yes, sir.

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

Hey.

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

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

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

and leave me alone, you...

Look what he's done to Sailor Hess.

Wasn't that a picture, now?

You said it.

He can lick him,
and he can take him.

Did you see the Sailor?

Teeth knocked out, nose bleeding,

broken jaw, a beautiful picture.

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

George ( ??? )

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

Why don't George fight anymore?

There's something screwy alright.

I can't figure George out lately.

No? Only that he's gonna
get drunk.

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

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

You're drunk.

Hello, Rose.

I see you got the fur coat.

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

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

Don't excite yourself, leave it to me.

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

That you and the Kid are through.

You've done him enough damage.

- Damage?
- Yes.

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

And he agrees with us.

Oh, I see.

Is he the new manager?

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

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

Oh, that's it.

Well...

I've been expecting it.

Then you're willing to sell
the contract?

I am not.

But I'll give it to you.

Well, that's rather unusual.

I'm rather an unusual manager.

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

What paper?

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

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

Anytime, anywhere.

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

Sure, just a sap.

But just the same, before I tear it up,

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

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

Just the setup.

Yeah, just the setup.

- He'll sign it.
- Fine.

Well?

If there is nothing more.

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

( ??? ) 50 cents.

Ice-cold drinks.

Them newspapermen is still waiting.

Well let them wait!

If they wait long enough,
they'll rot.

It's only two days.

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

A fine training camp this is.

Nobody to talk to.

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

Well, I can do it, see?

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

Popcorn, peanuts, chewing gums.

- Here he comes now.
- Who?

Lewis.

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

He ain't been here since last Sunday.

And don't I know it?

Well, Kid!

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

The crowd's wating for
an exhibition.

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

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

Tell them to beat it!

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

What do you mean?

Just what I said.

Joe, get out my roadster.

Where are you going?

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

Who says I can't?

I'm running this camp. All of it.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Owing to a sprained wrist the
champ got yesterday,

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

Wait!

Hello, Rose?

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

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

but he's been acting mighty funny.

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

- Hello, champ.
- Hello, Eddie.

I get lonesome for you.

You never drive out to the
camp to see me.

Of all things.

I couldn't do that.

I might upset you.

Kid, you shouldn't be here.

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

You should be back at camp.

Oh... I don't know.

I'm tired.

Specially in my leg.

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

Everything goes wrong.

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

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

I haven't any way of finding out.

A fine manager that guy is.

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

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

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

Well maybe I would!

It's too late for that now.

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

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

I don't want his kind hanging
around me.

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

Kid, what are you doing?

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

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

Alright. Better I'll go to his joint.

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

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

Anything might happen.
Please wait until tomorrow.

Wait until you cool off.

Oh...

You're tired, dear.

You're tired.

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

You don't know it.

What you need is a good,
nice rest.

Let me get your coat off.

Now you'll feel better.

Lie down.

I'm gonna make you all nice
and comfortable.

Now isn't that better?

Now that's great.

That's great.

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

No, it's daybreak now.

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

You better go get yourself
some sleep.

Hey!

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

Okay.

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

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

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

How you doing, Kid?

Your, uh... bandages alright?

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

Ain't you been getting
on my nerves enough?

Hey, Jeff, I'm cold.

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

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

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

Shut up!

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

You're perfectly right, Kid.

You're the champion and you
know your business.

Mail.

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

No, put 'em with the rest.

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

- Hello, Kid.
- Hello.

Want to see his hand, George?

Oh, they're okay.

Mr. Regan.

I don't believe that letter
belongs to you.

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

What?

Hey, give me that letter.

Come on, hand it over.

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

Come on, give me that letter.

You asked for it.

Cut it off there.

Come on, come on, they're waiting!

Go get your champ in the ring!

...and O'Keefe approach the referee!

Protect yourselves
at all times.

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

Now shake hands,

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

So your wife's gonna sue me, huh?

A fat chance!

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

Oh, what did you let him
see it for?

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

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

So that's it.
My jewels, huh?

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

You think I'm gonna be your
meal ticket?

Humph!

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

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

Oh, quit your crying!

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

Alright, that's great.

One, two, three...

He's hurt him George.

You better let the Rattler go to him.

Not yet, Mac, not yet.

Nice work, Rattler, you're doing fine.

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

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

I'm fighting this fight!

That's plenty tough.

What do you gotta do
to keep that guy down?

I've hit him with everything.

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

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

Watch him, Rattler, he's gone wild.

This is the round, get him.

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

Three, four, five...

Four, five...

Now!

One, two, three, four...

five, six, seven...

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

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

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

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

Okay.

Hey, listen, fellas.

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

Okay, Mr. Regan.

Certainly was a big surprise
to me, George.

I never thought the Rattler
would beat the Kid.

He didn't, McNeill.

It was the Kid's wife that beat him.

Let's get you fixed up, Kid.

Leave me alone, I tell you.

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

Can't you lay off of me?

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

George,

I, uh...
I...

Put on that robe, you wanna
get pneumonia?

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