All language subtitles for Cain and Mabel (1936) [rodriguezalvarez.com]VO

Miss! Miss!

Say, who do you think you are?

Major Bowles?

Listen, I've been here 20 minutes.

Well, don't expect any sympathy from me.

I've been here two years.

What do you want?

What I can't have. I'm on a vegetable
diet.

Well, you better be careful about
snapping at people that way, then, or

won't be.

What are you doing it for, then?

To wreck the Empire State Building.

Having a fall on me is the only thing
that hasn't happened to me this week.

will fix it up.

I'm committing suicide.

Oh, luck like that can't hold out
forever.

Neither can I.

Young lady.

Young lady.

Yes, sir? Yes, sir?

I ordered a spinny salmon, understand?

This don't look much like it.

All right, I'll take him back.

Thanks.

How do they look?

I've seen Greta Garbo and the Mona Lisa,
but those are the most beautiful eyes

I've ever looked into.

But I didn't order it. I know, but I
thought you might as well get some wear

of them. You don't know how astonished
my stomach's going to feel.

Lose your job. Oh, no, no. I was just
thrown out of the office so fast I

to take it with me.

Oh, you'll get another.

I don't know where. I've been fired from
every newspaper in town.

I'm too good a reporter for them. Well,
I can cover a bonfire and make it sound

like the Chicago fire.

But do they call me the Emerson of the
press? No, they call me that lying

Well, can't you stop it? Well, I was
going all right till I covered the Van

Gluck wedding and came to the part about
the minister kissing the bride.

I guess I must have built it up a little
too much because a reverend's wife

divorced him and named the bride his
correspondent.

You ought to be a publicity man, not a
reporter.

Publicity.

Publicity! That's it.

At last I've heard my call.

May I ask the meaning of this?

Certainly, Mr. George.

The eggs were turned back, so I thought
instead of throwing them away, he might

as well have them.

Seeing as how he was hungry.

I don't mind the two measly eggs, Miss
Adair, but I won't have you feeding

tramps in here. I see here. I resent
that. Very well, then you're not a

Oh, it isn't me. It's what you said
about them eggs.

If the hens had laid them noother in
this place, they'd have the Parent

Association close a joint. All right,
all right. Just sit down and eat them

without any more disturbance.

All right.

Of course, Miss Adair, you'll be charged
for this.

Okay. Hey, no dame is going to be an S
.E .R .A. for me, see?

Please, mister, have a heart.

I need this job.

It's all right, little girl. I'll take
care of this. I don't suppose you

realize, my good man, that you're
talking to Aloysius K. Riley, the public

relations counsel.

I thought not. And you know what I'm
going to do to impress it on your money?

You're fired!

Lay your eyes.

Go to the door.

What's the time of day?

I met a genius.

Mr. Rowley?

My aunt.

How do you do, Mr. Rowley? Glad to know
you.

This is Mr. Charles Fenwick.

Call him Chuck.

Delighted to have the pleasure, sir.

Hiya, Chuck.

Say, where are the Wandares?

You haven't lost that splendid position?

Not fired?

Yes. What happened?

Oh, nothing much.

I just tried to hide a couple of eggs.

Hide eggs?

What, you think you were the Easter
Bunny?

No. But when Sir Walter Riley here takes
off his coat, it isn't to soak up a mud

puddle like a gentleman.

It's to soak a manager.

So, Charles, you are the cause of all
this trouble that so gastronomically

concerns all of us.

Put on the skull, Hammond. Everything's
going to be all right. I'll get another

job, and a better one, too.

Just what can you do, kid? Just what I
was doing when you first saw me. Yeah,

that's what makes it hard.

Now, if you could only sing or dance or
juggle or something, I could fix it up

like that.

Jake Sherman's putting on a show.

You know Jake Sherman? Couldn't be
closer to him if I was his Siamese

Then she works.

Mabel can dance.

I've been teaching her steps ever since
she was a little nipper.

Sister, with Aloysius K. Riley behind
you, the name of Mabel Adair will be

written in the stars.

Your dances will make Pavloa's dying
swan look like a cooked goose. Get your

and coat. We're on our way to fame and
fortune.

Are you sure you know this man now? I
said so, didn't I?

Yes, but that's what makes me
suspicious.

Anyway, before we go in, I think there's
something that you ought to know.

Aunt Mimi was right when she said that
she taught me all she knew about

But Auntie's got flat feet, and I think
it might show up in my work.

You ever see anybody watch a chorus
girl's feet?

Come on.

My name's Aloysius K. Riley.

Well, don't get sore at me about it. I
wasn't at the christening.

I want to see Mr.

Sherman.

Out of curiosity or on business?

Charity, sister, pure charity. Out of
friendship, I'm giving Jake first chance

at destiny's gift to Terpsichore. There
she stands with the feet of Trilby, the

arms of Isidore Duncan, the legs of La
Argentina, and the lure of Thais.

The nose is my own.

Well, I'll try and get you in, dearie.
Mr. Sherman's awfully busy, but have a

seat.

Ronnie, my boy, you sign that contract,
and I guarantee you that you'll be a

bigger star than you ever were in your
life.

My name is not Jake Sherman.

All right.

I'll sign it. Fine, fine. Great. Just
sign it right there on the bottom line.

Boy, you could sell ice boxes in
Siberia. You're telling me?

That's how I earned my passage money to
this country.

No fooling. Sure.

You know, when corsets went out of
style, I sent two boatloads to China and

sold them to bandits for bulletproof
vests.

Well, I'll see you at rehearsal
tomorrow.

So long.

All right. Don't be late.

Be there about noon.

Three o 'clock.

Is that Mr. Sherman?

Sure. How are you, Jake?

Well, Jake, old boy, how are you? Dear,
swell to see you. You remember me, don't

you? Riley of the Clarion, that's right.

Jake, for old time's sake, I'm going to
give you the chance of your life. I want

you to meet her. Come here, Mabel.

Miss Mabel O'Dare.

Why, it's really a pleasure to meet the
friend of such an old friend, Miss

O'Dare.

You mean you really know him? Do I know
Jake?

We grew up next door to one another,
didn't we, Riley?

Yeah, yeah, that's right. Well, what can
I do for you, Riley, old boy?

Well, I was just wondering if you'd give
the little lady here a job in the

chorus, if it isn't too much trouble.

In the chorus?

A friend of yours?

Why, I'll give her the lead.

The lead?

Are you sure you mean that? Why, as sure
as my name is Jake Sherman.

Be around a rehearsal tomorrow, three o
'clock.

Well, so long, Riley, old pal.

Goodbye, Jake, old boy. Old pal.

So long, so long, so long. There you
are, Mabel. There's nothing to it. I got

it, I tell you. Why, I could sell
Carnere to Singer for a midget.

What's the matter? You don't seem
excited about it.

Something's rotten in Denmark.

Well, don't look at me. I've never been
there. Come on.

Stop, stop, stop!

I've passed the point where I expect you
to be dancers.

All I ask you now is to know your right
foot from your left.

I can remember when I was a showgirl.

So can half the male population of New
York.

Listen, if you ever lose that voice,
you'll end up as a ventriloquist dummy.

You just watch those feet of yours. So
full of bunions now, you look like

dancing on ball bearings.

Hold it! Hold it!

Bonnie! Toddy!

Now, will you give me something? You're
acting like a couple of amateurs in a

high school class play.

So you'd like to tell me how to dance,
would you?

Listen, Mouse.

I know more about routine than you'll
ever know. And if you don't like it, get

somebody else. Listen, young lady, I'll
tell you... Relax, relax.

Milo, why don't you learn how to handle
people with artistic temperament?

All right, Toddy, we'll just do your
routine.

Then you handle it. All right, I will.

All right, let's have it again.

My good man, tell Mr. Sherman that I'm
here.

Mr. Sherman don't care.

Say, listen.

I want no more impudence out of you, my
fine friend. Mr.

Sherman's expecting me.

Well, I'm Mr. Sherman, and I'm not
expecting you.

Oh, wise guy, huh? Well, get this. I
grew up with Jake, and you ain't him.

What? You grew up with me? Ah, don't
give me that.

You ain't you. You're somebody else
pretending to be him.

Oh.

Well, maybe I'm wrong.

Just a minute.

Hey, Milo.

Hold it!

Come here.

Now, come here. Take a good look. I just
want to be sure. I know I'm right, but

I want to be sure.

Now, tell me.

Who am I?

Jake Sherman.

Are you absolutely sure?

Well, ain't you?

Well, I thought I was until this spook
came in and started to haunt me.

Now, quit stalling, will you, and tell
Sherman I'm here. This is the girl who's

going to play the lead in the show.

Well...

This is a surprise.

Did you ever see me before?

No. Did I ever see you?

No. Well, then I couldn't have promised
you a job, could I?

That's right.

Well, you aren't. Because Mr. Sherman
did.

Say, now, look. Get out. Get out before
I lose my temper and raise my voice.

Sit down, you. I've got a job for this
doll. I'm going to see that she gets it.

Jake Sherman promised it to me
personally.

I'm Jake Sherman.

Do you see this theater? Well, I happen
to own it. And I'm going to give you

just two minutes to get out of here. And
if you don't, I'm going to have you

thrown out. I think you're both just a
couple of cheap chiselers. Why?

Just a minute.

I don't care whether you're Jake Sherman
or the Four Marks Brothers.

But you can't get away with calling me a
chiseler.

Oh, so you're going to make trouble for
me, huh? No, but don't ask for any.

I met a man who claimed to be Jake
Sherman.

He told me I could have a job.

I need that job.

So I'm not leaving here until I can find
out about it. You bet we are. The

safest thing that can happen to you
right now is a case of lockjaw.

Well, what about it?

Now, look, young lady, do I look like
the type of man who goes around

impersonating himself? Well, I'm not.

I would like very much to convince you
that I'm me, but you've got... Wait a

minute, don't tell me.

Hey, everybody, just a minute.

Everybody, look. Tell me.

Who am I?

I'm sorry, Mr. Sherman, that I caused
you so much trouble and made such a fool

out of myself.

Well, you certainly did, a hundred
percent.

Less ten for your agent there.

You see, somebody sort of played a joke
and, well, on the point of it, I guess.

But honest, Mr. Sherman, even then, I
wouldn't have been so persistent, only,

well, a job.

Any kind of a job is pretty important to
me right now. What am I supposed to do?

Stand around while you chat with every
little dame that wanders in off the

street? Oh, now she comes.

You'll have to excuse her. She's a
little temperamental.

Oh, that's all right.

I've been serving ham to the public
myself for years.

I'm through rehearsing for today, if
it's any interest to you.

What? Wait a minute. You're through? You
just started in. Oh, no. You kept me

waiting just a little too long.

Now, I'm just about sick and tired of
pampering you.

Now, you get back there and go to work.
You know, you're not the only heel

beater in the world.

Maybe not, but I'm the only one that can
put this flopperoo over.

In fact, you can't get along without me.

Oh, is that so?

Well, let me tell you something. The
only thing in show business that I can't

get along without is the audience.

There's 50 ,000 other girls in this town
who can hoof as well as you, and

perhaps better. How many?

A hundred thousand.

Then it won't be hard.

What won't be hard? To find somebody
else to take my place because I'm

Well, now, that's the best news I've
heard today. You want to quit? All

that suits me. Go on, get out.

I am.

Oh, but Toddy.

Hot Toddy to you, Pelican Pan.

Now what are they going to do? I don't
know. I lost my temper. I've lost my

and here I am in the soup, homemade.

Why don't you learn how to handle
temperamental artists?

That's right.

Shut up.

Oh, Miss O'Dare.

Oh.

I'm terribly sorry.

You're a pretty funny man, aren't you?
Just a fathead.

I pretended I was you, Jake. It wasn't
her fault.

So you're the mouse I smelled.

I'm terribly sorry.

It really is the meanest thing I've ever
done, but honestly, I didn't realize it

at the time.

Forgive me.

Oh, that's all right. Forget it.

I probably wouldn't have been any good
anyway.

Wait a minute.

I promised you a chance, and I'm going
to see that you get it. But the chorus

all engaged.

Oh, he probably wants her to play Toddy
Williams' part. No, not unless she's

better. But if she is, you want her,
don't you?

Well, I certainly do, but how could she
be?

Say, have you ever had any experience?

Two years in a Follies Bajor.

The only place I ever spent two years
was in Champ's Restaurant as a waitress.

waitress? Well, now we've got something.
She's a waitress.

Listen, I'm putting on a musical comedy,
not a banquet.

It'll only take five minutes to prove
how bad or how good she really is. Can

dance? I mean, can you really dance?

Well, I... I think so. Well, there's
only one way to find out. Just watch

routine. Archie, hit the horse, T.

Swing it.

You want to try it? Well, I think I
could if I could follow along with him.

Okay, fine.

All right, girls, you can relax.

Come on, peel off here and get to work.

All right, Archie, hit it.

I got a hunch.

I'm going to give that gal a crack at
Toddy Williams' part.

You're not on a level, are you? I
certainly am.

Well, just a hundred girls can dance
better than that. Well, what of it?

She's got pet, she's refreshing, and she
certainly is a new face.

New face, yeah, but she's got to dance
with her feet.

Well, all right.

Go ahead. That's your business.

Teacher. Me.

Oh, what have I done to deserve this?

Miss O'Dare, about your feet. Those are
your feet, aren't they?

Yes.

I wish they were yours.

Well, you go on tomorrow night and I'm
going to have this routine correct if I

have to rehearse you from now until
curtain time.

Come on, let's go.

After spending the night in a boxcar all
night to save enough dough to give

Larry a swell room before the big fight,
where is it?

Underneath a bowling alley.

Sounds more like a rodeo to me.

I'm in, kid. I'll call the manager.

You just got to stop that racket, Pop.
If you don't, the first clinch I get in

tomorrow night, I'll curl up in the
champ's arms and go to sleep.

Give me the manager.

This is Pop Walters, Larry Kane's
manager.

Larry Kane, the guy that's going to
fight for the heavyweight championship

tomorrow night.

Now listen, friend.

Larry's got to have sleep.

And there's so much noise going on
upstairs, he couldn't get up without an

anesthetic.

I don't know.

Sounds like they're laying a carpet with
railroad spikes.

I'm sorry, Mr. Waters, but I'm afraid we
can't do much about it.

Miss Mabel O'Dare is occupying the suite
over you, and she's opening in a big

Broadway show tomorrow night.

Broadway show, my hat.

What about my boy?

He's got a title, too.

Don't argue. Get another room.

Now, listen.

You've got to give us another room.

What? Well, you must have some room.

An undertaker's convention's stopping
here.

Well, all I can say, brother, is I hope
they didn't bring any of their homework.

Because that dame upstairs would sure
wake them up.

You've got to give us another room.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

What did he say?

It's a dame upstairs practicing.

Well, what is she, a bareback rider?

There ain't no more rooms.

I just gotta get some sleep, Pop.

I couldn't get any here if the Sandman
was carrying bricks.

Let's go to another hotel.

We can't.

I spend all our dough for this room.

Hey!

Where you going?

Go on up there and ask her to be a
little reasonable. What's the use of

any dame to be reasonable? Go on back to
bed.

She can't keep it up all night. I'll say
she can't. If you listen to me, go back

to bed.

to the door.

Comfortable that way, isn't it?

Madam, I have the room right below you.

Well, this is no time of the night to be
neighborly.

I came up to ask you a question.

Just how am I supposed to sleep?

On the right side. The left side cramps
the heart.

I think somebody's at the door. The pest
again.

Can't go to sleep.

I suppose we'll have to rock everybody
in the hotel to sleep before we can get

any work done. I'll get it.

Hey, listen, lady, I can't sleep.

What am I supposed to do?

Make you hot milk?

But I gotta fight tomorrow night.

Well, you won't have to wait until
tomorrow night if you don't stop

me.

Disturbing you?

Say, listen, Thunderfoot, you're making
my room sound like a pool hall on

Saturday night.

Well, that ought to make you feel at
home.

When I came up here, the thing I wanted
most in the world was sleep.

Now it's to put you to sleep.

Well, I'm so tired from dancing that my
knees are sprung.

But I wouldn't stop now if I had to do
it on a picket fence.

Get out!

Who's the guy?

A prize fighter.

Oh, one of those screwy cauliflower
farmers, huh?

Well, he must be a pretty good one.

His face didn't look like there'd be
much traffic on it.

In fact, he was rather nice -looking.

Beware of good -looking prize fighters.
I knew one once. He spent so much time

on the canvas, I started thinking of him
as a portrait.

Oh, come on, come on. Let's get going.

You don't know how lonesome you make me
feel for a tray.

You're right.

Of course.

On the day before the fight. What
happened?

That dame upstairs.

You mean she did that? Yeah. With a
right or a left? No, with a door.

Where are you going?

I'm going up there and take that joint
apart.

Are you nuts?

You've got to fight tomorrow.

Get back in bed and calm yourself.

Dodo's right, Larry.

Do your fighting tomorrow.

Now go back in bed and forget things.

Don't play a sucker's game.

It's tomorrow what's important, not
tonight.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

It won't be so easy with this, will it?
It'll be all right, but you've got to

relax. Okay, okay.

Someday I'll meet that dame.

When I do, I'll spank her so tender she
can sit on a newspaper and read the

headlines.

Did he hurt you?

Did he hurt you? No, no, I'm sleepy.

If I ever meet that dame, they'll be
paying a benefit for her the next day.

Slow down, slow down. You're training
for a fight, not for a race with cattle,

Cade. What's the matter with your wind?

It's not the wind, it's my feet.

They're so full of blisters now, they're
splashing around like a couple of leaky

water tanks. Come on, come on. The next
time I get that ring, I'm going to be in

shape.

You sure were in great shape the last
time.

Every time you yawned in the clinches, I
thought you was going to bite the

champ. Listen, the next time I get that
ring and get a crack at that lug, I'll

hit him so hard they'll count him out in
hundreds.

Okay, but what you getting sore about?

I just have to figure that dame.

There's your boy's percentage, Pop.

Is this all?

That's all.

The worst crowd we've had in years,
despite the fact that it was a

fight. This will happen to cover
training expenses, Colonel.

It's not my fault, Pop.

I gave it all kinds of advertising, but
they just won't come to see Kane fight.

Yeah, I can tell that from this.

What's the matter with the boy?

No box office personality.

He fights like he was bored.

The customers won't color.

A fighter that's got grammar both in the
ring and out of it.

Well, I hope the exercise did him a
little good.

That's about all he'd get out of it.

Now listen to these receipts.

Wednesday matinee, $2 ,604.

Saturday night, $608 .50.

Now that's the kind of business we've
been doing.

I'll tell you frankly, the ushers are
quitting because they're afraid to be

alone in the dark.

Do you know what those figures mean? Do
I know?

I should know about figures. I've
handled enough models. It means the

coming, but the men aren't. Now, the
matinee did good business, but they

seem to talk about her.

You've got it. They don't talk about
her, and why not? I'm asking you, why

She hasn't got any color.

Color? By color, I mean glamour. The
magic which will turn her from a person

into a personality.

Well, you mean give her a pass. No, the
past is yesterday, but what's today?

Tuesday. No, the present. That's what
we've got to give Mabel, a present.

Something that people will follow from
day to day.

Something that will get into the heart
of a nation.

He's right, Jake. So what gets into the
heart of a nation?

Love. Love.

Hey. All the world loves a lover, right?
Certainly. If Mabel Adair falls in

love, what happens? She becomes news,
right?

Positively. And when she's news, she's
box office, right?

Certainly. Gentlemen, the whole thing's
solved.

Except she's not in love with anybody
and nobody's in love with her. Yeah, we

gotta be subtle about this. Now, look,
don't tell me there's anything subtle

about love.

You know, I was in the confession
magazine business myself.

Somewhere, someplace in this town is a
man a dare can love. We've got to find

that man.

Hey, you trying to start a fire around
here?

Gentlemen,

I've got it.

Got what?

The man Adair is going to love. A man's
man.

A man who... Well, who?

A man who is on the front page of every
paper in America today.

A man who is the ambassador of
athletics, king of the sport world, a

Adonis. None other than Larry Kane,
heavyweight champion of the world.

The bank is commencing to think NSF are
my initials.

I can't get your fight.

And as far as the movies, radio, and the
advertisers are concerned... You might

as well have marinated a herring that
night in the garden.

It's got me up a tree.

Me too.

You ought to be, looking for coconuts.

Well, maybe I haven't got lure or
something, Pop.

What you haven't got is glamour.

No, and I don't wear a beret either.

You know what I can do for you?

Yeah, go home. Take it easy, Larry. I
asked Mr. Riley to come up here. He

publicity.

He's been in a lot of papers.

So have the Katzenjammer kids.

Well, just listen to him, will you? You
listen to him.

I'm going to take Dodo down to the
aquarium and show him to the fish.

But suppose Mr. Riley has a great idea.
What will I do?

That's an emergency that will probably
never arise.

Come on, Dodo.

Now, Mr. Riley, what you got on your
mind to exploit my boy?

The greatest publicity break in years. A
plug that's going to make him famous. A

front page story that will hit every
sheet in the country.

A sensational tie -up that's going on.
Yes, but what is it?

I'm going to make him fall in love.

Are you riding in a float, or are you
bringing me flowers?

You look like a gangster's funeral.

Some guy sent them to Mabel. To me?

Who? A guy by the name of Larry Kane.

Know him?

No.

But just imagine, being sent flowers.

He's probably some old coot with
removable hair and an apartment full of

etchings. He's no such thing.

I, well... He just couldn't be, that's
all.

It would spoil everything.

Larry Kane.

Sounds young and nice, doesn't it? Yeah,
sort of spring lamb, but it comes awful

tough sometimes.

Come in.

Pardon me, Mr. Riley, but you're wanted
on the telephone.

Okay, I'll be right back.

You know, it's sort of silly of me, but
I'm rather thrilled.

You're absolutely right, pal.

I wouldn't tell him either. All he
thinks is that he's going to a show and

nightclub later.

I had a tough enough time even getting
them to do that.

When you bought this thing in the first
place, you knew you didn't take a 38. I

know it, but a 42 was too big. Why
didn't you get a 40?

I ain't no good at figures.

What?

Having trouble?

It's like trying to get a bunch of
bananas into a kid's glove.

Well, you run out and call a cab. We
don't want to miss the show.

As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to
miss the whole thing. The show, the

nightclub, and all.

Here, I'll help you with this.

Listen, I'm going to tip you off, so no
cracks.

Larry's going out to meet a girl.

A dancer.

A dancer?

Every summer we go down to Dover by the
sea, where one can rub his shoulders

with a king.

St. Moritz in wintertime, ah, that's the
place to be.

And then to Paris in the spring, where
one can have his little fling.

Though Normandy is lovely in November,
somehow it leaves you nothing

to remember.

I can't forget the night I met you down
at Coney Island.

Gee, I was proud you picked me from the
crowd at Coney Island.

And very soon I proved to you that my
intentions weren't phony.

It ended in matrimony.

And now we're eating caviar instead of
macaroni.

But I recall those picnic lunches of
bologna with a smile.

I guess I'm still a hick.

Cause I still get a kick.

Just loving you while shoving through
the crowd of Coney Isle.

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to press
upon you. We have inside the world's

greatest wax museum.

The first stage we go into. Here's the
site that's most instructive. It's the

wax museum.

These figures look so lifelike and so
real.

Here's Napoleon Bonaparte. Of course
you've heard of him.

Hello there, now, how do you feel?

And tell me, how's your old back deal?

And there's a lot of other famous faces
who lived in bygone days and far -off

places.

Now, here's Delilah and her lover. He's
that strongman Samson.

If he would eat more spinach, he'd be
stronger and more handsome.

If thou wouldst take a walk with me,
I'll spend on thee a whole simoleon.

Napoleon.

You fat little rascal. A whole simoleon.
We're the brothers Smith.

The enemies of laryngitis.

If you would like a tenor voice, why
don't you give our drops a try?

And now, who have we here?

I am Julius Caesar, dear.

Oh, Julius, fancy meeting you again at
Coney Isle.

Remember, Cinderella, she's the dream of
each romancer.

I've learned a lot since then. Now I'm a
taxi dancer.

And tell me, who is that distinguished
gentleman right in the middle?

That's Nero.

And here are all the peaceful members of
the peace convention.

Yes, I'm still a hick.

And I still get a kick.

Just loving you, I'm shoving through the
crowd of Coney Island.

Ladies and gentlemen, the best place
we've had in our lives is on Coney

See, I was walking 50 miles to
California Island.

And very soon I proved to you that my
intentions were false.

That's her.

Sure it's her.

I can tell that from here. No, no, no. I
mean the day in the dance with my head

all night.

Where are you going?

Any place to get away from her.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This
is Byron Young and his boys

broadcasting from the Cosmopolitan Club.

Good evening, mademoiselle. A
reservation, please. This way, please.

Come on, let's go. It's getting late.

Ah, what's your hurry, chap?

It's only half past one.

Sure, it doesn't good to be out like
this. You can't tell a little real...

Pardon, monsieur. I am very sorry, but I
make a mistake. This table, it is

reserved. What?

Why, hello.

Miss O'Dare, what a coincidence that we
should have your table. Now, let me

introduce my friends, and we'll go.

Not at all, dear fellow.

It will be too frightfully, terribly
jolly having you join us.

Miss Summer, Miss Boyd, and Miss Lamont.
How do you do? And Mr. Walters, Mr.

Mulling, and none other than Mr. Larry
Kane.

How do you do, Mr. Kane?

There's something about you that's very
familiar.

Oh, yes, I remember.

I had tripe for dinner.

I had ham. Looks like I'm going to have
some more.

Cut it out, Larry.

Hitting a lady ain't cricket.

It ain't even pinochle. No, no, no. Now,
if you insist, Mabel, well, there's

nothing to do but to accept. Waiter,
another table here, please. Ah, listen

that music. Are we going to let it
waste?

Miss Lamont, please.

Miss Summers? How about you, Miss Foy?
I'd love to.

I always say it's much easier being
disagreeable sitting down.

Shall we?

I suppose I should thank you for your
bouquet of flowers.

They were quite wilted when they
arrived.

Bouquet? Yes, bouquet.

A bunch of flowers is a bouquet, Mr.
Kane.

Oh, yes, yes. Those things you keep
throwing at yourself, I remember.

Why don't you two get up on the dance
floor and do this to music?

It might be another passion routine, you
can't tell.

When one is dancing in a Broadway hit,
one gets so tired of dancing.

You didn't get so tired when you danced
over me all night.

That's because I dance on my toes now.

I was dancing on a heel then.

So that's what you call it, is it? I
didn't know. The man sitting next to me

said, I wonder what she's doing on the
stage alone. She must have thrown her

jockey.

Do you do anything, Mr. Kane, or are you
just a critic? Listen, Odair, I won a

championship.

Well, you may be a champ to somebody,
but you're just a punching bag with ears

on it to me. Well, if that galloping you
were doing tonight is called dancing,

then I've seen Russian ballet at a horse
show.

Just a minute, Mr. Kane. You're talking
to a lady.

Now listen, if she's a lady, Diamond
Mill could get by as Whistler's mother.

You'll have to apologize for that.

I wouldn't apologize to her if I
committed mayhem, arson, and murder on

Don't! Don't hit him, Larry, don't!

All right, all right, but I'll knock
that tenor flat and he sings.

You can't, he's an actor. If you bust
his pant, he'll lose his job, close his

show. Oh, I'll bet you wear glasses when
you're not working. Never mind my face,

come on! Shut up, Ronnie. There are
about 60 people in that show who need

jobs, even if you don't.

What happened?

Oh, nothing, Pop, nothing. The boys are
just being boys, that's all.

You're certainly being charming.

Every place I take you tonight.

Well, then take me someplace where this
cluck isn't.

Don't you dare call me a cluck.

Are you going to stand for this? I can't
hit him. He won't hit me back.

Well, I can.

Oh, dear.

Oh, what a smack.

Yeah.

Wet smack.

When you read the papers in the morning,
this story will hit every front page in

the country, Pop.

It will be the great American love
story.

Sort of like the Civil War, huh? Yeah.

Sure, I've seen the papers.

Yeah, how's the champ taking it? He's
right out of his head. And so wild,

Buck couldn't bring him back.

Oh, let him ray, Pop.

He got more space this morning than he
did when he won the title.

I've given him color.

Well, if he ever lays his hands on that
O'Dare dame, he'll give her a couple of

colors. Black and blue.

He thinks she put that stuff in the
paper.

Well, so what?

He can't deny it without making a sap
out of himself.

Well, maybe so, but I got a funny
feeling that something's gonna break.

There he goes.

Say, listen, I got to hang up.

Jodo's in there with him alone.

And I want to save a piece of him and
send home to his mother.

Look at it. Look at it. I'll bet they've
got a Marshmallow Sunday named after me

right now. Now, listen, now, you've got
to calm down.

This ain't as serious as you... This
isn't serious.

I'm supposed to be a fighter, and what
am I doing?

Playing post office all over the front
page with a dame. But you've got to

remember, champ, all the world loves a
lover.

Oh, so I've switched titles, have I? I'm
America's sweetheart now, am I? Well,

get this.

That cheap little publicity hound has
got to apologize for this, or I'll wring

her neck until the newspapers won't be
able to get a word out of her without a

corkscrew.

When will I get this? The riot squad is
probably downstairs.

Hello?

Yeah?

Who?

Oh, hello, Colonel.

Why, yes, Colonel, I think we'd be
interested.

That suits us.

Half past two in your office is okay.

So long, Colonel.

Who do you think wants you to sign up?
The Bloomer girls, probably. No, Colonel

Johnson at the Garden. He wants you to
meet Joe Reed on the 27th. Me? Climb

through the ropes at the Garden after
this? Why, I'd be crowned Queen of the

with 20 ,000 pop bottles before I could
get my gloves on. But, Sheriff, that's

the first offer we've had.

Hello? Mr. Wallace talking.

Who? Yes.

Oh, well, I couldn't give you a decision
at the moment.

About 5 .30? It would be very good.

In your office.

Okay. Who was that?

Toxie Woxie Corporation.

They make lovies.

You've heard their slogan, champ.

Say I love you with a breath of spring.

What? Lovies, you know, them breath
killers.

If you've been eating onions, all you
have to do is pop one in your clapper

you'll blow out like a violet.

Say, what kind of a diet have you guys
been on, anyway?

Well, we're going to eat often for a
long time.

They're ready to sign a deal with you.
For what?

To go on the radio.

They're going to call you the Breath of
Spring.

The Breath of Spring?

Say, isn't it bad enough now without
trying to make a perfume atomizer out of

me?

Now, where do you suppose he's going?

Well, it ain't after a package of
lovies.

You! You cheap dick! You cheap cab!

Shut up!

Any man who would put slush like that in
the papers oughtn't to be a prize

fighter. He ought to be a chorus boy.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Always

I wanted to meet the perfect girl. I
never said anything like that in my

If they printed what I thought of you,
they wouldn't be able to send it through

the mails.

So listen, you.

You pug.

If you ever print anything like that
again, before I get through with you,

not only have your title, but enough of
your teeth to supply all the elks in

Peoria. I printed. I. The whole thing
was a lie.

But the biggest one was calling you a
dancer.

And what's the matter with my dancing?
If you're a dancer, I'm all wet.

That's right.

Now, listen, Mabel. Before you got all
this publicity, the show was doing such

bad business that the man in the box
office was playing solitaire with the

tickets to keep himself from being
lonesome. But yesterday, business

pick up. Why, the actors outnumbered the
audience only two to one.

Be reasonable, Mabel.

After all, you don't have to be gaga
about the guy. Just pretend to be. Kid

public. If you'll only put on an act the
show runs along, they'll have to bring

the juvenile man on in a wheelchair.

That's marvelous for the show.

But what about me?

Oh.

You're getting paid for being in the
show, aren't you?

Yes, as a dancer.

Not a sparring partner for an
egotistical pug ugly.

But just think, Mabel, you'll be on the
front page right along with Mussolini. I

don't want to be on the front page with
anybody.

Well, of course, if you want to be a
snob. Now, Mabel.

Mabel, please, won't you do this for me?
If this show flops, I'm out of show

business. There's only one angel left
that I haven't nicked, and you don't

me to wait till Judgment Day for
Gabriel?

But, Mr. Sherman, don't you see?

I hate the man after him putting that in
the paper. But he didn't put it in.

Somebody on a newspaper got the story
wrong, that's all. Now we gotta play it

out. Really? Yeah!

Now, Mabel. Now, Mabel, look.

You don't hate me, do you?

No. You don't hate Ronnie?

No. You don't hate your Aunt Mimi?

No, of course not. You don't hate the
rest of the company, do you?

No. Well, listen, it means a lot to all
of us. And besides, there's a lot of

worse ways of getting the pain in the
neck than from Larry Kane.

He's right, dear.

Remember your grandfather, Seamus?

He was hung, poor man.

All right.

I'll be good sport.

Oh, Mabel.

I'll never forget you for this.

Neither will Larry Kane.

No, no, no. Nothing doing, I tell you.
Right now, if I got a smack in the ear,

the newspapers wouldn't say it was
cauliflower.

They'd say it was gardenia.

That's what that dame's done for me.

But think of the publicity value.

Oh, I can see it now just as plain as if
it were in print.

Larry Kane, the battling Adonis of the
squared circle.

Don't say things like that. But what
about your career?

Well, I was a mechanic once. I can be a
mechanic again.

Yeah? Well, what about me and Dodo, kid?

After all, we've gone hungry so you
could eat.

We spent the last three years getting
you up to where you could cash in so we

could make a little too.

What about us?

Well, I never thought of that.

It's playing the game, Larry.

Yeah, yeah, I guess it is.

And you'll do it?

Yeah, I'll do it. But I don't dare to
even understand. This is strictly

business. Oh, sure.

She's interested in another guy.

Yeah? Who? Why, Ronnie Caldwell, who
plays in the show with her.

Oh, so that's the kind of a guy she
likes, huh?

Ronnie Caldwell.

How do you like that? A guy that puts
makeup on his face.

Well, that's a lot more comfortable than
adhesive tape and iodine.

Standing room only. Standing room is all
I can get. Want to stand over? Sure.

Sweet music is a poetry of romance.

There is no romance without a song.

And though it's such a little thing to
do, dear,

I'll sing to you, dear, my whole life
long.

I'll sing you a thousand love songs,

and still they seem so few.

Let me dream a song that I can bring to
you.

Take me in your arms and let me cling to
you.

Let me linger long.

Let me live my life.

In the winter, let me bring the spring
to you.

Let me feel that I mean everything.

When I come and sing...

Hello. Just dropped in to see how the
modern Paul and Virginia were getting

along.

Going swimmingly, I hope.

Yes, on waves of nausea.

Why don't you come in and make yourself
at home?

He's quite impossible, eh?

Impossible?

Unbelievable.

He's got this well -head so bad he could
wear a bathtub for a hat.

I'll be glad when it's over.

Me too.

Perhaps then you'll have some time for
me.

You know, we could have an awful lot of
fun playing.

Just so there isn't any mistake, Ronnie.

I never play any games, unless it's for
keeps. Keeps would be swell for me.

You know something?

Uh -uh. No? Then I'll tell you.

Every time I see you, you're prettier
than I remember you from last time.

That sounds nice.

What play is it from? I'm not being a
ham, Mabel. I'm crazy about you. You're

different from most dancers.

Yeah, most of them dance.

My night.

Come on, Riley's waiting for us at the
silver slipper. I want to get it over

with and get some sleep.

I've got to stop at the apartment first.

I didn't have time to change my clothes
before the theater.

All right, but hurry up. I must say I
envy you taking Miss O'Dare to supper

every evening. Well, if that makes you
envious, I know a guy in the poultry

business who'd make you positively
jealous.

He feeds 2 ,000 clucks every night.

Are you going to start that cluck
business again? If you are, you're not

to get away with it this time, whether
I'm a singer or not.

You're not. Take the word of a guy who's
listened to you 20 nights in a row.

Come on.

on. Get ready to meet the autograph
hounds.

All right.

Yeah. How do I look?

Like a beaver about to go to work on a
tree.

Here they come.

Hold it just a minute, please. Hold it
just a minute, please. How about a kiss?

Go ahead, Larry. Give 50 million shop
girls a thrill.

Did you

say something?

No, I didn't say a thing.

Well, why don't you?

Well, because I can't be myself around
you.

I wonder how you act when you are
yourself.

Oh, you don't have to seem to be so
bored with me.

Plenty of men who would like to take me
out tonight.

Oh, I suppose you'd rather be out with
that Ronnie Caldwell.

I'd rather be out with anybody but you.

The guy that puts makeup on his face.

He's a very nice man.

Let's be honest about this.

This is just a publicity stunt. There
isn't a real thing about it.

And if it were real?

Well, that would be... Never alarms.

Won't you come up and wait for me?

No.

No, Riley's waiting for us. I'm hungry
and I've got to get home.

I'll only be a minute.

All right.

It'll be much cheaper for you to go up
and find out what's keeping her.

Wait here. Yes, sir.

Will you ring Mr. Dare's apartment,
please? Yes, sir.

there doesn't answer well she's up there
isn't she yes i haven't seen her go out

Hey, just what do you think you're
doing?

Frying a pork chop. What's the idea of
keeping me sitting out there waiting?

Well, I tell you, Mr. Kane, I looked at
the pork chop, and then I looked out the

window at you, and I said, me?

I'll take the pork chop.

This is going to look awful in print.

What? Prizefighter punches showgirl in
the nose, and that's what's going to

happen, too. Because one of these days,
I'm going to forget to count ten.

Look, my good woman, Riley's waiting
dinner for us.

Listen, son.

I've had all of Raleigh in the
nightclubs that I can stand.

So if you want to keep him company, go
ahead.

I'm staying here.

Swell.

Pork chops, huh?

Want one?

Well, I mean, have you got enough?

Certainly. Get a plate.

Oh, you get it. I'll attend to those.

No, no, no. You splatter yourself.

Don't tell me how to put a pork chop on
a plate.

I used to be a waitress.

A waitress?

You?

Well, what's wrong with waitress?

You an ornament fan or something?

Well, no, but somehow or other, I just
can't imagine you as a waitress, that's

all. Well, plenty of people can.

I'll bet you I could go out right now
and get a job waiting on table in five

the best restaurants in town.

Well, for the love of Mike. And I
thought you had a swell head.

About what?

Well, I'm a son of a gun. Well, never
mind the abuse.

Get another plate.

Oh, dear.

I think I owe you an apology.

All right. Go ahead.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Shall we shake hands and make up?

Oh, I got a better idea than that.

Oh, dear.

I wish you weren't sure with it.

So do I.

But after all, a job's a job.

I wish you weren't a prizefighter. Well,
I'm not really a prizefighter.

I'm just a mechanic who happens to have
a sock, that's all.

But to tell you the truth, I'm scared to
death every time I crawl between the

ropes, and we're going to quit it, too.

Oh, you'll never quit as long as you're
a champion. No?

Well, I'll let you in on a little
secret. That fight next week is my last

And I'm going to win it, too, because
I'm betting everything I've got in the

world on it.

Buying my future with it.

Your future? Yeah. Super service station
over in Jersey. Always a pit.

Wash rack, machine shop, most beautiful
grease pit you ever saw. I can do the

repair work myself for a while and get a
kid to take care of the gas and oil.

Then later on, maybe I can get another
one. Another one, another one. Three

garages already.

We're doing marvelously, aren't we?

We?

You said we.

Oh, did I?

I guess I was sort of daydreaming.

Oh, Beth.

And maybe if we're lucky, we can have a
little house, too, huh? With white oak

and the curtains. Yeah, and a radio bar.
And everything.

Oh, but there's one thing you must
promise me. Not to bet on a fight.

You might lose.

It's gambling our happiness.

But I have to.

I need exactly twice what I've got.

Well, I've got some money.

I saved it out of my salary. Oh, but
that's your money.

Well, we're partners, aren't we?

I'll tell you what. We'll get the
license the first thing in the morning.

I know a guy over in Jersey who works in
the department. He'll keep it out of

the papers for us. I'll call for you
tomorrow night after the show and we'll

married. Mabel O'Dare Hooper will be
Mrs. Larry Kane Hausfrau. And after the

fight, Mrs. Kane's husband will be just
another mechanic.

Garage owner, if you don't mind.

It's going to be marvelous, isn't it?

It's going to be our secret.

It's too grand to share with anybody.

Not even the newspapers.

Promise you won't tell anybody?

I promise.

The care he takes of it, you'd think it
was a bag of gumdrops he was working on.

I don't know what's got into the guy.

I can't tell whether he's sparring or
playing patty cake.

If he don't snap into it, Reed is going
to knock him right out from under his

title.

Pop, I think we'd better go over to
Philly and train there.

The flight's only a week off. That's it.
That's what's got him. Too much

nightclub food.

He's so full of French pastry, a good
coke in the pantry would dent him like a

tube of toothpaste.

Okay, Larry.

Go on over to the club and pack.

We're going to Philly.

We? Oh, no, you maybe, not me.

Well, you ought to be there at least a
week before the fight, you know, so to

get acclimated. I'll start worrying
about the fight when the bell rings.

Now, listen, Larry.

This guy Reeves got a good night's sleep
in both hands.

And if you don't start training, he'll
put you in cold storage.

All I have to do, you know, is to count
ten to change a champ into a chump.

You've got a title to defend.

Something I want to tell you about that,
Pop.

If I hadn't signed for this fight, I'd
take the title and throw it in the

of Madison Square Garden and let them
scramble for it. And if I win this

that's what I'm going to do anyway.

You're crazy.

Well, maybe, but I'm not punch drunk. I
can still hear a bell ring without

trying to take a swing at somebody who
isn't there. And I'm going to keep that

way, too.

And another thing. This pan of mine may
not be a work of art, but I can still

wear it on the street without somebody
trying to feed it peanuts. And I'm going

to keep it that way.

What are you talking about? About the
fight I'm not going to do after this

scrap. See you later. I've got a date.

What do you suppose happened to the guy?

Tommy must have sent him a set of
Shakespeare.

Hey, Pop.

A mug by the name of Riley just called,
said for you to drag it over to Jake

Sherman's office right away. Said it's
important.

What do you suppose he wants?

Well, if I know Riley, he's probably
trying to run the chant for president of

the freshman class at Vassar.

So they're going to get married. Buy a
garage. She's walking out of the show.

He's hanging up the gloves. And as far
as the rest of us are concerned...

The line forms behind the eight ball.

So that's the reason. My poor creditors.
The way him and Mabel gets along, he

might as well marry Reed.

He's only got to go ten rounds with him.
With a horse that's loco -weed and with

a dame that's orange blossoms.

One whiff and they go off their nut.
Just publicity, huh?

Only a joke, huh? Just what I'm going to
cash in on the boy.

This beautiful thing comes into his life
and kicks me right in the puss.

Why? Why does a nice girl like her have
to get married anyway?

The girl had a future until you came
along. What she got with a prize

Garage mechanic.

With a garage mechanic. Thank you.

Nothing but a free valve grind.

Ah, just as I thought.

I heard of turncoats, Pharisees, and
Philistines.

Hey, are any of them things a reflection
on my family? Pass the first stone.

Sneer at the steamboat. Cheer at the
Wright brothers.

They need your words.

I have the thought that will be the
pillar of smoke which will lead us out

our dilemma.

The column of fire to which we'll port
our helm. Get around to saying

will you? All right, let me ask you one
question. What did Cain and Mabel hate?

Publicity. Right.

And what would they think if this story
broke the papers, the papers made fun of

it, and they didn't know where the story
came from?

Why, they'd think... They'd think that
the other one broke the story.

And Larry'd get sore.

And Mabel, seething. And the wedding
would be off.

Simple, isn't it? When you have that
divine touch.

That saves a great champion.

And a great show.

And my 15 bucks a week.

But it's sort of tough on the kids.

Get out from behind those, anyway.

May I come in? Well, I hope to tell you.

I don't think we're alone.

Have you got the license and the ring
and the minister?

Yeah, but not with me. Look, I'll pick
you up after the show, take you over to

Jersey, and before you can say Mabel
O'Dare, you'll be Mrs. Larry Kane. Mrs.

Larry Kane.

Yeah, but Mrs. Larry Kane isn't going to
be dancing in any musical comedy.

Of course not. It won't take too much
time away from being Mrs. Larry Kane.

Don't say that so fast. Say it slower so
you understand what it means.

Because Mrs. Larry Kane isn't going to
be the wife of a prize fighter, but the

owner of the best garage in Jersey,
who's got to have his dinner on time and

mechanic's soap in the bathroom.

If you think that you're going to wash
your greasy hands in the bathroom,

got another thing coming.

You wash in the kitchen sink.

Yes, ma 'am.

Isn't it going to be wonderful?

Hey, aren't you rushing things a little?

Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, Jake. Get your boy and hot off the
press.

Riley, what would happen if you ever
wrote a true story?

Take it into it. Oh, no. That's your
job, and the best of luck.

Come in.

Hello, Cottontop. Hello.

Hello, Mimi.

Hello.

Mabel?

You never were better in your life than
you were tonight, old Goldilocks.

Thank you, kind sir.

Oh, uh, Mimi.

Have you seen the paper?

Nope.

See you later, my little artichoke. All
right, my Spanish onion.

All right.

Hi, Jake.

Can I come in? Yes.

You got to hand it to Riley. He
certainly gets it in the paper.

What's he done now? Got me on a poster
stamp?

Haven't you read it? No.

Great stuff for the yokels. All about
you and Kane going to a lope to escape

gaudy glamour of Broadway.

Retire to a cottage small in Jersey.

Awful nonsense, but I suppose it'll go
over.

I don't believe he did this.

After all, maybe he's got a fight in a
week. He needs a publicity.

But he couldn't.

I know he couldn't.

Get me the Jersey Athletic Club.

You sure got a hand in that guy, Riley.

When he smears a front pig, he sure
spreads the myth.

If that don't cut the champ off the
dame, nothing else will.

Hello?

Who's calling?

Mabel O'Dare?

I'm sorry, he's just gone to
Philadelphia with his manager.

Oh, thank you.

You mean that this is true?

Not anymore.

It was supposed to be our secret.

But he had to spoil it.

Just for the sake of publicity.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mabel. I didn't
know.

Oh, that's all right. Forget it.

How would you like to take me out
tonight?

I'd love to.

Mmm, ain't you gorgeous?

A thing of beauty and a joy forever.

Have you read the papers?

Nope.

They're carrying a spread about you.
What about?

About your getting married.

Or some such trouble.

What? Read it yourself.

I suppose it's she.

Sure. Swell publicity for her.

Business is dropping off. She owns a
piece of the show.

For the love of Mike, you didn't fall
for it, did you?

What did she say?

She said she... She must have. She was
the only one who knew.

That's a publicity racket with all them
show games.

Come on, get back.

We're leaving for Philly. You mean
tonight? Yes, tonight.

And why...

When she reads this, she's going to blow
the roof right over this theater. No,

she won't, because she gave me the story
herself. It's on the level.

No, no, no. Don't ring true.

Mabel marrying Ronnie and you printing
an honor story. Listen, she's so sore at

Cain, she'd marry an ostrich, you could
even.

I don't know. It doesn't seem fair to
either one of them.

You know, I'm beginning to feel like a
shyster. Yeah? Maybe you'd like to tell

her the truth and have her fold up the
show for you.

I said I felt like a shyster, not a
philanthropist. That's what I thought.

Tired enough?

Yeah, I guess so.

How are your knives?

On edge?

What?

Are you all cheed up?

Why should I be? This is not the first
fight I've fought, you know.

Sure, I know, champ.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hey, Pat.

You better get in there and snap Larry
out of it.

What's the matter? Has he got the
jitters? No, that's the trouble.

He's as calm as a cigar store Indian,
only not as dangerous. He just don't

You know, I think this little article in
the journal about Mabel being engaged

to Carlin might work.

Much as I hate the idea of pouring
turpentine on a busted heart.

Well, chap, I told the newspaper boys
you were going to say green in the fall.

I'll be satisfied with the scene.

I meant that bet like you asked me.

Thanks.

Remember Arnie Caldwell?

Yeah.

Seems he's going to get married.

The girl must have lost a bet.

Oh, I don't know.

Mabel always did like him.

Mabel?

She wouldn't marry that nincompoop.

All I know is what it says here.

Come on, come on, you fathead. Tighten
those up. What do you want me to do,

a hand?

Well, what's this?

A bunch of bananas.

Nice child.

Oh, some posies for you, Mabel.

Who are they from, dear?

Ronnie.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Yes.

They are beautiful, aren't they?

Laces! Lights!

Hey, boy.

Yes, sir? Get Odette. She's practically
here. He's fighting tonight, Mimi.

I, uh, I hope he wins.

I don't.

I hope he loses and gets out of the
game.

It makes him do things that aren't like
him.

Can't you say?

Can't you forget, Lowry?

No, I... I can't. I'm saying, everybody,
places, please. Curtain.

I'm saying, everybody, places, please.
Curtain.

Curtain. Laces.

Yes?

On stage, Mr. Dare. Ready for your
entrance.

But there's Ronnie.

I know.

And he's nice.

Terribly nice.

But if I married him, I'd still be
waiting for Larry to come back.

Just as I've been waiting for a week.

Are you... Are you sure you could be
happy with Larry?

I don't know.

I don't think I could ever forgive him
for spoiling our... Well, for putting

that in the papers.

Oh, how could he have done it?

He didn't.

Riley overheard you making plans.

Well, what do you mean?

That Larry didn't have anything to do
with the story.

He didn't? No.

That's why he didn't call for me that
night.

That's why he went to Philadelphia.

He thought I put that in the papers.

Yes, that's what happened.

And that's the way we planned it.

You planned it?

How could you do anything like that?

Get me the Newark airport, quickly. What
are you going to do? I'm going to

Philadelphia.

Where's Odette?

How do I know? You better find out. She
goes on a minute and she's not here.

Probably didn't hear her call. I'll get
her.

You're crazy.

Well, I may be crazy, but I'm going to
Philadelphia just the same.

Hey, you go on in a minute.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Well, what's the matter?

She knows about that piece in the paper
and she says she won't go on. Are you

mad? So mad that I'll never forgive the
lot of you for the cheapest trick that's

ever been played.

Don't argue now. Later, later.

This is later.

It's all over. I'm through with you and
the show and the whole pony business.

Now, look, you can't do a thing like
that. You must remember the oldest

tradition of the theater. The show must
go on.

Why? Why?

Well, because, uh...

But why?

Well, well, he's... Oh, you can't
answer, can you? Well, I can. The show

have to go on.

I'm vamping for the love of my... I keep
vamping.

What are you going to do? I'm going to
Philadelphia before the

fight ends. No, you're not.

Listen to that music. There's hundreds
of people out there waiting to see you

dance. You can't disappoint them. You'd
meet your whole future. You've got to go

on. You've got to. I tell you I'm
through. I'm flying to Larry...

Not until you do your best. Let me go.
Let me go. Let me go.

Let me go.

Take me to the Newark airport, quickly.

Mabel, you're making the biggest mistake
of your life. I'm the best judge of

that. What about the show?

I don't care a thing about the show. You
have to care. You know what this will

do to you in the theater. The only thing
I care about is having Larry learn the

truth. That's the reason I brought you
along, so you could tell him.

Introducing the challenger at 215
pounds, Joe Reed.

And in this corner, the present
heavyweight champion.

of the world at 205 pounds, Larry Kane.

Now shake hands and go to your corner
when you hear about some more fighting.

He's another dumpster.

Just look at him, will you? A poem in
dynamite. What do you think happened to

him? It was that announcement in the
paper about O'Day going to marry. If we

could only get that game to commit
bigamy, Larry would be twice as good.

What's the matter with you? Every time
you swing, it looks like you're waving

goodbye to your grandmother.

That guy won't give me a chance to get
settled. He never fought like this

in his life.

It's like pox on a buzzsaw. Yeah, and
you're supposed to have a punch.

Well, somebody forgot to tell him.

Larry Kane, folks. He's no longer a
clever boxer. He's a killer, a savage, a

madman. He's boring in again, smashing
it out to the right to Reed's jaw and

then seeking a short uppercut to the
body. Reed is hanging on. He's dead game

but bewildered. This is not the Larry
Kane that he expected to meet.

to happen now.

Larry! Larry!

I just found out where that story came
from. It was Riley.

Honest? Sure, I framed it. I knew it was
something like that. Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Hey, what did you do that for?

Wait till I put this car away.

I didn't throw that towel in. What's the
idea?

I lost by a second knockout. A second
throw in the towel.

I was just trying to win.

Ah, what do you mean?

You were out anyway. Oh, yeah.

Sam, I didn't throw that towel in.
What'd you throw the towel in for? I

every nickel I had in the world except
the dough I'm getting for this fight.

You haven't lost a thing.

I bet on Reed.

Honey, that's your money. I can't take
that.

Well, we're partners, aren't we?

Hold it.

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