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Giddy up!

Giddy up!

Whoa!

Hi, honey.

Where's Rusty?

Oh, he'll be along pretty soon.

What do you want
him for, honey?

I'm playing horsey and it's
hard to play without a horse.

Oh, well daddy'll play
horsey with you, darling.

Thanks a lot.

Don't do me any favors.

Last time I played
horsey with these kids,

I had flat knees
for three weeks.

I called the doctor
to unflatten them.

Some other time.

OK, sweetheart?

Please, daddy?

Now you cut it out.

Now you stop batting your
eyes at me, young lady.

You save that for the
boys in kindergarten.

Please?

You are such a phony.

(SINGING) Jeepers creepers.

Where'd you get those peepers?

Oh, come on, daddy.

I want to play horsey.

Sweetie, I've
got a better idea.

I'll sing that
song for you cause

it fits you to a T. Listen.

Listen to this.

(SINGING) Jeepers creepers,
where'd you get those peepers?

Jeepers creepers, where'd
you get those eyes?

Gosh all get up, how'd
they get so lit up?

Gosh all get up, how'd
they get that size?

Oh golly gee, when you turn
those heaters on woe is me.

I've got to put my cheaters on.

Oh jeepers creepers, where'd
you get those peepers?

Oh those weepers,
how they hypnotize.

Where'd you get those eyes?

Where'd you get those eyes?

Where'd you get those eyes?

(SPEAKING) Did you like that?
-Yes.

DANNY: Want me to
sing another one?

No.

Let's play horsey.

I don't want to play horsey.

Not go on, get lost.

I got work to do.

Here comes your horsey now.

Russ, play horsey with Linda.

Russ?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

What's that way to
come into the house?

Can't you say hello?

RUSTY: Hello.

Rusty, come back here.

Why are you covering your face?

Rusty, you're hurt!

Wow.

Look at that eye.

Jeepers creepers, where'd
you get that peeper?

This is going to
be a real black eye

if I don't get a cold
compress on that right away.

Don't do that, mommy.

I like a horsey
with a black eye.

Never mind, Linda.

Rusty's in no mood for games.

Darling, why don't you run
up to your room for a while

and play with your doll?

What'd you do,
run into a truck?

I had a fight with
Johnny Stewart.

Yeah?

What about?

Well, he wouldn't let
me cross the street

unless I paid him a dime.

He wanted to charge you a
dime to cross the street?

Yeah.

What's he running, his
own private toll road?

I said I wouldn't
give it to him.

You said the right thing.

So he slugged me.

What'd you do?

Oh, you don't have to worry,
daddy, I knew what to do.

Atta boy.

You gave it to him, huh?

Yeah, and he went and
bought an ice cream cone.

You mean you
didn't hit him back?

Are you kidding?

He's tough.

Why, he picks on everybody.

He even made Tommy Greenson
give him his football.

And last week, he made me
carry his books for him.

He made me, he made me.

What do you mean he made you?

You don't have to
stand for that.

I didn't.
He knocked me down.

Oh.

How do you like that?

Last week he made
you carry his books,

and now he gives you a black
eye and you don't hit him back?

What am I gonna do with you?

Rusty, how on Earth
did you get this?

I hope you haven't
been fighting.

Don't worry, he hasn't.

Johnny's been doing
all the fighting.

How do you like that?

The kid picks on him, he
never even hits him back.

Well maybe Rusty's
too much of a gentleman

to get involved
in a street fight.

Yeah.

Especially when the
other kid can lick me.

Well that's
ridiculous, young fella.

Absolutely ridiculous.

The next time Johnny
Stewart picks on you,

you're going to show him that
he's picking on the wrong boy.

You're gonna wail into
him both fists swinging.

He'll do no such thing, Danny.

She's right.

I'm a happy little
boy who loves life.

How can you love
life being a mouse?

It's my fault. The
whole thing is my fault.

I should have taught you to
defend yourself long ago.

Well it's not too late, busters.

We're starting
training right now.

-Training?
-That's right.

What are you going to do,
turn this place into a gym?

No, we'll do better than that.

I'm taking over to Max
Bear's and letting the champ

straighten him out for me.

You're going to take this
little boy to Max Bear,

the ex heavyweight champion?

Of course I am.

What's wrong with it?

Oh Danny, that's ridiculous.

Do you really know
Max Bear, daddy?

Of course I know him.
I know him real well.

Where do you know him from?

Where do I know him from?

We were in the same ballet
class at finishing school.

See that there?

Keep your left elbow
in close to your side,

and you hook up off
the ball of your foot.

Try a couple of those.

Come on.

Come on.

Now get in there
with Johnny now.

Let's see you go.

Come on.

Get in there.

Get in close.

Watch out for the head.

Now back up, get the--
get the head out there.

Hi, Max.
Hi.

-Hi-ya, Danny!
-How's the boy?

Good to see you.
-Be with you in a minute.

All right.

OK, boys, that's enough.

Now come on, take it easy.

That's it.

You took him to the
shower there, Johnny,

and give him a good rub down.

-OK, champ.
-Great, Dave.

Great.
-It's good to see you, champ.

You're looking great.
-Nice to see you again.

-Fine.
-Is this your boy?

This is my boy.

Hi-ya, slugger.

Hi, champ.

Hey, that's really a beaut.

Looks like somebody
really hung one on you.

Yeah.

What'd you do, drop your guard?

I didn't even put it up.

It's like I told you
over the phone, champ.

You know how it
is with us actors.

Always on the go and
I just-- well, I never

bothered to teach the boy
to defend himself so that's

why I brought him to you.

We get take of care that, yeah.

OK, fine.

Fine.

Come on in here, Rusty.

Yeah.

Boy, I can see he's got the
makings of a great champ

already.

Throw back those shoulders.

Throw out that chest.

Pull in that stomach.

Boy, he is strong as a bull.

Oh.

Sorry.

He'll be able to handle
himself in no time at all.

The first thing
I'd like-- well I'd

like to teach you a few
of the fundamental points.

Oh.

Then I'll be able to
fight Johnny Stewart?

You'll not only be
able to fight him,

you'll knock his block off.

Oh boy.

Show me a fundamental point.

OK, OK.

Now right now I'm gonna
show you a stance.

Now, uh, come on,
Danny, put them up.

What, me?

Well yeah, you.

How do you expect the boy to
learn if we don't show him.

Now put them up.

What?

Put up your guard.

Put up my guard.

That's right.

Uh-huh.

Now there's an example,
son, of a man carrying

his guard too low which leaves
him wide open for a left hook

to the jaw.

Now, the guy keeps doing those
and starts hearing bells that

aren't ringing, and that's bad.

Now that couldn't have happened
if he had kept his guard up.

Here, I'll show you.
Come on, Danny.

Keep it-- come on.

Get in here.

Come on, I've got to show him.

Now this time put
your guard up, Danny.

Put it up?

Yeah.

Now he's an example
of a man holding

his guard too high, which
leaves him open for a shot

to the solar plexus.

Did I hurt you, Danny?

No, I always wanted
a caved in stomach.

Your dad's a great kidder.

Now steady.

I want to show him how to--
to throw a real Sunday punch.

Stick out of your chin.

Wait a minute!

Show him, not me.

I don't want to
learn how to fight.

He's the one-- he can't
learn just by watching.

He needs some
practical experience.

Oh, that's right.

Great idea.

Yeah, great idea.

I'll be back Tuesday.

Whoa.

Come here, Rusty.

I'm not going to hit you.

I'm going to let you hit me.

But it'll hurt.

Oh, don't worry.

I can take it.

I mean it'll hurt my hand.

We'll take care of that, son.

Here, put this glove on.

Get it on.
Come on now.

A little more.

There we go.

Now-- Get your left out
like that and let it go.

Don't worry.

The bigger they are,
the harder they fall.

Let him have it.
-That's right.

-I really should?
-Yeah, sure.

Go ahead.
Don't worry about it.

Let it go right on the butt.

That's right.

Yes sir.

Oh.

That wasn't the right direction,
but it was a heck of a punch.

That was a beaut.

Now listen, Danny.

I want you to stand
there because I'm

gonna show my pal here--

Hey, don't show him anything--

--how to throw
the old Marianne.

Not anymore today, champ.

Not anymore because
he's just a little boy

and he can only consume so
much learning in one day.

But wait a minute--
wait a minute,

we're getting just-- we're
just getting warmed up.

I know.

You want the kid to
learn to fight, don't you?

Yeah, but if he learns anymore
today it's going to kill me.

We-- we-- we don't want to
take up any more of your time

on account of your busy.

You ought to answer your phone.

It's been ringing for
the past two minutes.

There you are!

Hi-ya, gorgeous.

Hello Aunt Liz.

Mommy, it's Aunt Liz!

KATHY: Yes, I know, darling.

Hello, Liz.

Hi, Kathy.

Say, the Williams
household seems

strangely quiet this morning.

Where is everybody?

Well daddy's shaving and,
uh, Terry's at the library,

and Rusty's at Max Bear's gym.

Ah.

Uh, well how about
some coffee, Liz?

Oh, thanks I'd
love-- wait a minute.

Hold it.
-Hm?

You know, I just take a
shower and I think I've

got a little water in my ear.

I could have sworn I
heard you say that Rusty

was at Max Bear's gym.

That's right.

He's been going there
every day for two

weeks learning to be a fighter.

How do you like that?

You miss the fights
on television one week

and you don't know
what's going on.

Ah, Liz, you're wonderful.

Hey, hi.

Hi.

How the world's
greatest press agent?

Well, at the moment
I'm a little confused.

What's the matter?

Something wrong in
the magazine layout.

Nothing wrong with
the magazine layout.

It's about Rusty
being a fighter.

What is he, a flea weight?

Look Liz, I'm sending
Rusty to the gym

to learn to defend himself
like any normal American boy.

To learn to be a
ruffian, you mean.

Oh come on, Kathy.

Now what harm can come from
his learning to defend himself,

honey?

Hi, everybody.

Well, well.

Sugar Ray.

Rusty, do you wanna play house?

Beat it, kid.

But I've been waiting for you.

Look, I'm in training
and that means no dames.

This is a normal American boy?

All right, all
right, all right.

Cut it out, Rusty.

He's just fooling around.

Now stop it.

Your sister's been waiting all
afternoon to play with you,

now pay some attention to her.

OK.

Let's play.

Put up your dukes.

Rusty.

Come on, now.

Linda does not playing
with roughnecks.

Come on, darling.

You go off and play
with your dolls.

Oh, Kathy, let's not make
a big thing of it, huh?

-Hey daddy.
-What?

Answer the phone.

You know, this'll make
a great magazine story.

I can just see it.

Now listen, Danny Williams has
a lovely wife, two charming

daughters, and one punchy son.

Why don't you stop
fooling around?

You know darn well
the phone didn't ring.

Then see who's
ringing the doorbell.

Now you listen to me, Rusty--

Boy, flock of them
flew over that time.

You cut that out!

But all the fellas
at the gym make jokes

like that and everybody laughs.

Well they're not funny.

And you say going to a gym
doesn't do him any harm.

Oh, honey, he's
just impressionable.

All kids like to imitate.

Then let him hang
out at Carnegie Hall

and imitate Jascha Heifetz.

Imitate him?

I bet he can't
even pronounce him.

Oh, you women kill me.

If we fathers left it up to
you to bring up our sons,

we'd wind up with a bunch
of little Lord Fauntleroys.

You look great.

I bet that Johnny Stewart
doesn't bother you anymore.

Well he tried yesterday.

No kidding?

He wanted another dime
to cross the street.

Yeah?

What'd you do?

Well I didn't haven't a dime,
so I gave it to him in change.

What?

Five here, and five here.

That's my boy.

That-a baby.

No bully'll push
you around anymore.

Nuh-uh.

Now go ahead, give yourself
some cookies and milk.

None of that cookies
and milk for me, dad.

Nothing but raw
carrots and lamb chops.

Raw carrots and lamb chops?

Yeah, that's what Max Bear
ate when he was a champ.

Yeah?

Well, I mean, don't
be too impressed, huh?

Boy, another flock of--

Cut that out!

You know, Danny, that's the
first child I ever saw being

raised according to
the rules of the New

York State boxing commission.

Oh, knock off it will you, Liz?

Oh, Danny, she's right.

He's not a little boy anymore.

He's a pocket sized hoodlum,
and it's all your fault.

Thank you.

I consider that a compliment.

If it's my fault that my son
no longer gets pushed around

by the neighborhood bully, if
it's my fault that my boy can

cross a public street without
having to pay a toll charge,

then, madam, I accept the
compliment and the blame.

Now please, honey, if you don't
mind, let's drop the subject.

Liz, let's look at the
magazine layover please?

Look, I don't think this
picture's flattering at all.

LIZ: Well you're gonna
use it in two column--

Mrs. Williams?

Yes?

I am Mrs. Beckett,
and I have come

to speak you about
what your son,

Rusty, did you my son, Gregory.

DANNY: Please.

What is it about my son, Rusty?

What is it about?

He hit my son, Gregory,
for no reason at all.

Oh come now, Mrs.
Beckett, Rusty wouldn't hit

Gregory for no reason at all.

Well he did.

I was just standing there,
then he came up to me and said,

hey kid, how would you
like a trip to the moon.

And then he slugged me.

You sure you didn't
slug him first?

Well of course he didn't.

Gregory is a gentleman.

Well Rusty's a gentleman, too.

Oh?

Well if you think
that, then you'll

want to have a little talk
with some of the other mothers

around here.

Other mothers?

Your son has been terrorizing
the entire neighborhood.

Do you know that
yesterday in the park,

he hit Freddie Collins
for no reason at all?

And the day before that, it was
Joey Phillips and Bobby Slocum.

And the day before that, it
was little Norman Stevenson.

Oh dear.

Now wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Let's not get excited.

Rusty?

Russ, come out here, son.

Look, I-- I assure you,
we'll get to the bottom

of this in no time.

So, you snitched, eh?

You big sissy.

That's enough of that.

Walking in here hanging
onto your mother's skirt.

All right, all
right, all right.

All right, stop it now.

I want you to tell me
the truth, young man.

Remember, this is
your father talking.

The truth.

Did you hit Gregory?

Uh, yes sir, I did.

Joey, and Normie and
Bobby and the other boys.

You hit all of them, too?

But why, Russ?

Why?

Well I didn't want to
just keep hitting Gregory.

I'm ashamed of you, son.

I'm ashamed of you.

What's the matter?

Isn't that why you
sent me to the gym?

To learn how to fight?

Oh, so that was your idea.

Oh, that's a fine
way to raise a boy.

I'm sorry, Mrs.
Beckett, but my son

has-- has this thing all wrong.

Look, Russ, I didn't
send you to the gym

so you could pick
on the other kids.

Now if you think so, I will
change that thought pronto.

Uh, Mrs. Beckett, uh, I'm sorry.

I assure you, this
won't happen again.

Well I hope not.

Any more incidents like
this, and the authorities

will hear about it.

Come along, Gregory.

All right, all right.

Well I hope you're satisfied.

You've disgraced me before
all the other mothers

in the neighborhood.

And you, young man, you
haven't heard the last of this.

What do you want from me?

I only did what daddy
said I should do.

You should both be punished.

Honey, please, would will
take Liz into the kitchen

and have some
coffee or something?

I'd like to talk to my son.

Come on, Liz.

Keep your guard up, boss.

I hear the kid's a tiger.

Sit down, son.

Look-- oh stop crunching on that
thing like a hungry jackrabbit,

will you?

Look, baby, this whole
thing is my fault.

I just-- I pressed you
too hard, that's all.

And I'm sorry about it.

Now I don't want you
fighting with the boys

in the neighborhood.

Now you got me all mixed up.

First to tell me to fight, and
now you tell me not to fight.

Sweetheart, I want
you to know how

to fight to protect yourself
against any of the bullies that

might push you around.

But I don't want to
be a bully yourself

just because you
know how to fight.

Then how are the kids
gonna know I can lick them?

That's not important.

It's not important at all
that they should know.

It's important that
you, yourself, know.

You take Max Bear.

He's a plenty tough guy, he's
not afraid of anybody walking.

But Max Bear doesn't go
out looking for fights.

He doesn't look for trouble.

He walks away from a fight.

Many a time I've seen
showoff walk up to the champ,

some showoff that wants
to impress his girlfriend,

and he says to Max, you
don't look so tough to me.

I think I can knock
your block off.

Now what do you
think Max Bear does?

He knocks the guys block off.

He's a champion,
a true champion.

And like a true
champion, he knows

he could lick that showoff with
one hand tied behind his back.

So he just laughs it
off and walks away.

Aw, come on now.

I bet Max Bear would never
walk away from a fight.

Would you believe it if you
heard it from his own lips?

He'd never say it.

I'll prove it to you.

Come on.
Honey?

KATHY: Yeah?

Don't let Liz get away.

We'll be gone for about an hour.
KATHY: Where are you going?

I'm taking Rusty
back to the gym.

I just don't know what
to do about it, champ.

He's-- he's not just
learning to defend

himself when he has
to, he's been going

around hitting all the kids.

Johnny and Normie, everybody
in the neighborhood.

Just going around hitting them.

He has, huh?

And I keep telling
him it's wrong,

and he doesn't have to
prove that he's tough.

And he-- he won't listen to me.

He won't listen at all.

Of course, I could
make him listen

but I thought it would be
better if he heard it from me.

OK, Danny.

Rusty, your father's right.

You know, when a
guy's really tough

he doesn't have to
go around proving it.

He only fights when
somebody else starts it.

Oh come on, champ.

You're just saying that
to please my father.

Oh, Russ.

Honest Engine, Rusty.

I mean every word of it.

You'd never make
me believe that.

No, sir.

Nothing you could say would
make me believe that Max Bear

would walk away from
a fight, and that's

the way I'm going to be.

What am I gonna do?

He won't believe me either.

That's for you, Johnny!

And that!
And that!

All right, cut it out.
RUSTY: And you, Joey.

That's enough.
RUSTY: And you, Bobby!

I said stop it.

I can lick all of them,
and I'm going to prove it.

All right.

Well, thanks a lot
for nothing, champ.

What do you mean by that crack?

I mean-- I mean-- I mean
thanks for ruining 10

years of careful bringing up.

Thanks a lot, you've made a--
you've made a neighborhood

hoodlum out of him.

Now wait a minute, Danny.

You came looking for me, I
didn't go looking for you.

Yeah?

Well it was the
sorriest day in my life.

What do you think of that?

I thought you had sense
enough to understand

that I wanted you to
build up his body,

but not at the
expense of his mind.

What have you been feeding him?

A lot of gutter philosophy?

Well now, wait
a minute, Danny--

No, you wait a minute.

I thought you were a
champ, a true champ.

But it turns out you're
nothing but a bully yourself,

and that's what you've
made out of the kid.

Now wait, you're getting
way out of life, man.

Well how'd you like to try
to push me back in the line?

What?

Yeah, you're a tough guy.
You're a fighter.

All you fighters are alike.

You know how to talk
with your fists.

Well I understand
the same language.

What do you think of that?

Well that's no way
to settle an argument.

Yeah?

That's the only way
I know how, Max.

-Now wait a minute.
-Come on.

You're such a
tough guy, come on.

Now let me be reasonable.

I think I can knock
your block off!

What do you think of that?
-Hey, come on.

Stop him, kid.

This guy's flipped his rocker.

But the kid down.

Don't hide behind the kid.

Come on and fight.

I don't want to fight.

You sure you don't
want to fight me, Max?

I know I don't
want to fight you.

Say, what's the matter with you?

What are you trying to
prove with all this, anyway?

I don't have to
prove anything, Max.

You've just done it for
me, and I'm grateful.

Grateful for what?

For showing this unbelieving
monkey here that a true champ,

a real fighter like you,
would never beat up on a guy

he knows darn well he can lick.

You couldn't prove
it to him with words,

but you just proved it with
your actions right here now.

Well how do you like that?

I like it a lot, Max.

Hallelujah, I like it a lot.

Gee.

Max Bear, the champ,
backing away from my father.

I never would have believed it.

Well you believe
it now, don't you?

I got to believe it.

I just saw it.

Boy, wait until I tell all
the kids that my father chased

Max Bear all around the ring.

Yeah, well you don't
have to do that.

Hey, wait, kid!

Hey, Russ!

Russ!

Wait, come back here!

Russ!

Ho ho ho.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

Now I'll have everybody in the
neighborhood picking on me.

Don't worry, champ,
I'll protect you.

Hey, professor,
the next time you

try one of these experiments
let me in on it first, will you?

I'm sorry, Max.

I know I played
you a dirty trick,

but I had to think of something.

Well you sure had me scared.

I had you scared?

Uh-huh.

For a minute there, I thought I
was gonna have to belt you one.

Well, I-- I had to
take that chance,

but then I was relying on
you're being a gentleman.

And you certainly are, champ.

Thanks.

Well I sure admired
your courage.

Oh, well.

Look, I don't like
to brag or anything

but I got a lot of
faults, but being chicken

isn't one of them.

I don't scare so easy, Max.

Well, Danny, can you imagine
what would have happened

if I'd have hit you like this?

Hey, I'm gonna make a comeback!

Danny, did you see that?

I'm gonna make a comeback!

Hi, dad.

Hello, sweetheart.

How's everything?

Fine.

-No trouble?
-No.

No fights?

-No.
-Atta boy.

Well I did have an argument
with Johnny Stewart.

Not again.

Yeah, but we settled
it by talking.

Well that's good.

That's the best way to settle
an argument is by talking.

You know what he said?

Huh?

He said his father
could beat you up.

I don't pay any
attention to that.

All boys are proud
of their fathers.

That's OK.

-And you know what I said?
-No, what'd you say?

I said, are you kidding.

My dad chased Max Bear
all over the ring.

You didn't tell him
that, did you, Russ?

Yes I did.

And he said, well I still think
my father can beat your father.

My dad's 6'4" and
weighs 220 pounds.

Wow.

I was just about
to say, the bigger

they are the harder they fall.

But I didn't.

Atta boy.

I'm sure glad you
didn't say that.

I just made a date for
you to meet his father

tomorrow morning in the park.

What?

Rusty!

Rusty, you didn't!

Rusty!