Cinderella Man Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Cinderella Man Script



Attaboy! Keep him busy!








You got it.




He ain't getting up!



Four, five, six...



seven, eight, nine, ten.






Come here, Jimmy.



Get that sleeping beauty

out of here!



Thas ten in a row, Jimmy!




By a knockout,

at one minute    seconds

in the second round...



tonighs light

heavyweight winner...



from the great state

of New Jersey...



the Bulldog of Bergen,

James J. Braddock!



You're gonna be

the next champ, Jimmy!



Hey, how you doing?



Just give them a few.

Leave them wanting.



You want to sign my name

for me, too?



At least then

they can read it.



You gave him

a cold meat party.



Sign this for me,

Mr. Braddock.



You've been getting stronger

with every fight.



I've been seeing it.



You may favor the right, sure,

but you got

no stage fright or nerves.



And you have never

been knocked out.



You're in line.

Thas all I'm saying, Jimmy.



You're gonna get your shot.



All right, let me see

what we got here.



$    for Jeanette...



$    for Lou and Whitey...



$     for the ring fees,

my $     and your $    ...



makes $    . Stick that

in your mattress, Irishman.



When we get there,

you gonna come in

and see the kids?



Is been a while. Come on.

They miss their Uncle Joey.



Yeah, thas very sweet.

You still married to

the same girl?



I was this morning.



Well, congratulations.

Maybe I'll take a rain check.



And would you tell her...



will you tell her

I undercharged on

the gym fees...



and no load on the towel?

Would you do that for me,




I will be sure to

point it out.

I appreciate it.



You stop up at the corner

here somewhere, Frank.



Home to Jersey

for Mr. Adventure over here.



All right, see you, Frank.



I could kill you!



I like the sound of that.



Yeah, I like

the sound of that a lot.







My sister.



Daddy, did we win?



Yeah, we won.



How are you, Alice?




Thas wonderful, Jimmy.



Hey, Howard.



Thank you.



So tell me about him.



Was he a real slugger?



You know,

you could come and watch.



No. You get hit...



every time,

it feels like

I'm getting hit, too.



And I'm not half as tough

as you are.



So, tell me about the girls.






I was at the Garden,

it was a fight night...



Come on. There was one.



There musve been one.











Like a gazelle.



I don't know how it is

she breathed up there.



Mr. Braddock!



You're so strong!



And your hands,

they're so big.



You're so powerful!



Jimmy, I'm so proud of you.



I'm so proud of you.






two-time state Golden Gloves

title holder...



in both the light heavyweight

and heavyweight divisions...



  -  with    wins

coming by way of knockout...



the Bulldog of Bergen,

the pride of New Jersey...



and the hope of the Irish...



as the future champion

of the world...



James J. Braddock.



Ma, you woke me up.



Well, you kicked

the covers off, honey.



Now you go back to sleep,

all right?



Good night, Mom.



Good night, sweetheart.



I can't find my socks.




I'm sorry.







I'm sorry, baby.



I washed them last night.

Took them right off

your feet.



Don't you remember?




Well, you were out

like a light.



How do I keep them this warm?



Mama, I want to eat, too.



Mommy will get you some,




Hey, Rosy-Rosy.

Good morning, good morning.



Got a notice yesterday.

Gas and electric.



Come on.



Okey-dokey, there we go.

I'll get the milk.



Well, I think

there's some left over.






You know, I got that

fight tonight at the armory.



Yeah, one guy, Abe Feldman.



Thas $   win or lose.



Thas good.



If I beat him, maybe I can get

my purses back up to $  .



That would be great.



Rosy, use your fork, please.



Who needs a cow, huh?



Mama, I want some more.



I'm sorry, sweetheart.

We need to save some

for the boys.



Here you go.



You know, Mae,

I dreamed last night...



that I was having dinner

at The Ritz.



With Mickey Rooney

and George Raft.







And I dreamed I had a steak.

A thick, juicy steak.



Like this, Rosy.



And then I had a mountain

of mashed potatoes...



and I went back for ice cream

three times.



I'm stuffed.



I'm absolutely full.

I cannot eat another thing.



Want to give me a hand?






Boys, hurry up. Don't dawdle.



Les try and sleep

a little more.



I need nine men and only nine.



One. Two. Three.



Four. Five. Six.



Seven. Eight. Nine. Thas it!



All right,

les get a move on!



Go on, get going!

Got a lot of work today!



Hey, Dad.




No shifts today, Dad?

Whare you doing, son?



I'm being good.

I'm being quiet.

I'm being 'hayve.









Hey, Rosy-cheeks.

How you doing?



Daddy, Jay stole!




Jay stole.



Whas all this about?

See? Is a salami.



Young lady, your brother's

in enough trouble...



without you telling on him.

You understand?



Is from the butcher's.



And he won't say

a word about it, will you,




Will you, Jay?



Okay, pick it up. Les go.



Do not test me, boy.

Right now.



Howard, stay here.



Okay, les go!

Come on, give me a hand here!




then you don't get paid!






Don't forget to

pick it up easy!



Marty Johnson had to go away

to Delaware to live

with his uncle.






His parents didn't have

enough money for them to eat.



Yeah, well, things ain't easy

at the moment, Jay,

you're right.



But there's a lot of people

worse off than what we are.



And just 'cause

things ain't easy...



that don't give you the excuse

to take whas not yours,

does it?



Thas stealing, right?

And we don't steal.



No matter what happens,

we don't steal.



Not ever. You got me?



Are you giving me your word?




Go on.

I promise.



And I promise you...



we will never send you away.



Is okay, kid.



You got a little scared.

I understand.



Is okay.



Jim, he's a very slow guy.



Just plants himself there.



So you just keep him steady.



Keep him trapped

in the middle.

Keep dancing around him, okay?



You know what to do.

You know this type.



That guy's a bum.



Two bits will

get a guy a seat.



And that guy gets

to watch you bleed

and call you a bum.



And I know I gotta

take it from him,

'cause he's a paying customer.



I see.



Well, well, well.



Pardon me, miss.

Allow me to restate

my position.



Mr. Abraham Feldman

is a novice fighter...



whose ass you should

gently kick...



until it is humped up

between his shoulder blades.



That is, if it doesn't offend

your overly sensitive nature.



God knows.



Now, you see,

that break's still

a few weeks away.



I know.




And you were gonna tell me

about this when?



Is gonna be fine.

Is not fine.

No, is not.



What the hell?

You don't tell me?



What the hell

kinda crap is that?

I owe everybody money, Joe.



I can't get any shifts.



We ain't got any cash.



I got it.



Screw them.

I'll tape it double.






Keep up. Stay up.



Keep moving.

Keep your legs moving.



And here comes Braddock



with his long-time manager,

Joe Gould.



You're washed up, Braddock.



And now for our main event.



Hey, which one's us, pal?



Jersey veteran

James J. Braddock...



is up against Hymie Caplin's

latest charge...



young Abe Feldman

from Schenectady, New York.



Six rounder.



Some might recall

that Braddock was once...



a light heavyweight

title challenger.



His golden-boy peak ended

when Tommy Loughran...



handled Jim over    rounds

back in '  .



Since then,

the oft-injured Braddock...



has shown only a glimmer

of his early promise.



And the losses have started

to pile up.



But Braddock continues

to battle.



And here comes

the popular Abe Feldman.



Feldman looks to be

the real thing...



and showed some real moxie

in his recent win

over Hans Birkie.



Hey, who whipped Latzo?



I did.

Goddamn right.



Who KO'ed Slattery

in the ninth...



when everybody said

he didn't have

a rainmaker's chance in hell?



Thad have to be me, too.




And we're supposed to pucker

our assholes over

this Abe Feldman?



The guy couldn't break wind.




Hey, Jimmy.



Anyplace else you'd rather be?







Now, what are you

gonna do about it?



Here we are halfway

through the fifth



And is more of the same.



The boys clinch again.



Break it up.



He's crushing my guy.

Get him off!






The boo-birds

have started flying here.



They want action

from these fighters.



Feldman sticks a left

in Braddock's face.



Braddock's right hand

is his best and only weapon.



He'll show the left,

but it lacks snap

and Feldman knows it.



Come on, give these yokels

a shot in the ass!



Feldman ducks a haymaker

but fails to follow up.



And another big right

by Braddock.



Now, there's the Braddock

we all recall.



But is one at a time.

It may not be enough.



Come on!



The referee pulls

the boys apart.



And there's the bell

to end the fifth.



Easy now. Easy.



I saw that.

You bust it again?



I'm calling it, Jim.



You gonna use the left?

Okay, good.



You get in there

but you don't let him

crowd you.



You work his belly,

you hammer his belly

with the left.



Last round. Come on,

you got to show me something.



Give me a good one.

You're giving me an ulcer,




Shut up.



Work his belly with the left.

You got it?



Give him the flapdoodle with

the right because

he don't know.




'Cause he's kind of stupid.



Okay? Last round.



Last round! Go get him!



The left!



Damn it, I wish he could find

his goddamn left.



Thas it! Change it up!



Southpaw, thas it!



Feldman prancing around,

looking for an opening...



but still few clean punches

by the fighters.



Braddock still pawing away

with the left.



Another ineffectual left

from Feldman.



Braddock can hardly

lift his arms.

He's slow on his feet.



At least Gould in his corner

is still throwing punches...



trying to urge his man on.



Go home!



Go home, Braddock!



No holding, Braddock!



Cavanaugh's working harder

than the fighters.



Dry up!



Another clinch.



Is as if    tough fights

have finally jumped

on Braddock's back.



You're a bum!



Thas it!



Cavanaugh pulls them apart,

and he's called the fight.



He's called the fight.



Is a "no contest."



And the popcorn

and the peanuts

are raining down.



And I'm afraid to say

thas all these

fighters deserve...



for the show

they put on tonight.



I'm telling you,

is sad to see

a fighter that was once...



the caliber of James Braddock

reduced to this.



Is all right, Jimmy.



An embarrassment,

thas what it was.



An embarrassment!



Where the hell's the purse?



You wouldn't have

to be asking that...



if you gave a shit

about your fighter.



Okay. He's fighting hurt.



Maybe you got a bunch of fat

and happy fighters at home...



can afford to rest

a month between bouts.

I don't know. Lucky you!



Christ, he hardly gets

a punch in anymore!



Fights being stopped

by referees?

He's pathetic!



Fights like that

keep people away.



We're revoking his license,




Whatever Braddock was gonna do

in boxing,

I guess he's done it.



Wait a minute.

Thas all.



Oh, boy.



Mr. Johnston!






Whas going on?



You didn't tell him?

Yeah, of course I told him.



He wanted to

hear it from you.



Come on, Mr. Johnston,

no contest?



I broke my hand.

Okay? Is legit.



You don't see me

crying about it.



I don't see what you got

to complain about.



I still went out there,

I still put on a show.

I did what I could do.



You know, we did

that boondock circuit

for you...



me and Joe. Remember?



I didn't quit on you.

And I didn't quit tonight.



I didn't always lose.



I won't always lose again.



I can still fight.

Go home.



I can still fight.

Go home to Mae and the kids,




Go home? Go home with what?



Go home with what?

A broken hand

from Mount Vernon?



Mr. Johnston!






What happened?



I didn't get the dough.



They didn't pay up.



They called it a "no contest,"

said the fight was

an embarrassment.



They decommissioned me.




what happened to your hand?



Is broke again

in three places.



They said I'm through, Mae.



They said

I can't be a boxer no more.









Jimmy, if you can't work...



we're not gonna be able to pay

the electric, or the heat.



And we're out of credit

at the grocery.



So I think we need

to pack the kids.



They could stay at my sister's

for a little while...



and I'll take in more sewing.



That way we could make

two, three breadlines a day.



I'll get doubles, triples,

whatever I can find.



Jimmy, you can't work.

Mae, I can still work.



Jimmy, you can't work.

Your hans broken.



They see me

lugging this around,



you're right,

they won't pick me.



Not down the docks,

not anywhere.



So we're gonna cover it up...



with the shoe polish.






I'm sorry.










I need five and only five!



Come on, Jake!















Five. Thas it!



What the hell happened

to your face?



I got in a fight.




Whad you go do that for?



Thas a good question.



Mike Wilson.



Jim Braddock.



I used to follow a pretty good

fighter with that name.



And there's some other guy

going around using

that name now.



Can't fight for shit.



Gambling man will lose

a lot of money on him. Twice.



That hand ain't gonna work.



You can't slow me down.

I need this job.



I need the job, too.



Whas wrong with

the goddamn hand?



You see us

falling behind, Jake?



He's all right.



Appreciate it.



I'll get a cold beer.



Just a water for me, Quincy.



All I got today

are big spenders.



Beer for him, too. I'm buying.



Don't hurt my feelings.



Is been a while, but...

You don't have

to twist my arm.



Yeah, I used to be a broker.

Still lost it all in '  .



Yeah, me, too.



I had just about everything

I ever earned in stocks.



Even had a little

taxi company.



I mean, who loses their dough

on cabs in New York City,




Well, I thought that one

was gold for the grandkiddies.



You know, there's people

living in shacks

in Central Park.



Call it the Hooverville.



This governmens

dropped us flat.



We need to organize, you know?

Unionize. Fight back.



Fight? Fight what?



Bad luck? Greed? Drought?



No point punching things

you can't see.



No, we'll work

a way through this.



FDR, he's gonna handle it.

Screw FDR.



FDR, Hoover,

they're all the same.



You know, I come home one day.

I stand in my living room.



And between the mortgage and

the market and

the goddamn lawyer...



that was supposed

to be working for me...



it stopped being mine.



It all stopped being mine.



FDR ain't given me

my house back yet.



Mama, why can't I

go to school?



Is it because I'm a girl?




Hadn't thought of that.



Who's that man

at our house?



Excuse me!



Can I help you?



I'm sorry, lady,

you're past due.



No, you can't.



You can't.

There's kids.



If I don't,

they let me go.



They already let two guys go.




This apartment,

is what we got left that

keeps us hanging on.



Lady, I got kids, too.



$ .  .



How much to turn it back on?



Four months. $  .  .



If I work    hours

out of every   

it still won't add up.



We ain't got nothing.

Nothing left to sell.



All the guys

you coulve married, huh?




What happened to those guys?



Is Howard.



Since this afternoon.



"Bless us, O Lord...



"and these thy gifts

which we are

about to receive...



from thy bounty."



I'm all prayed out.



Here's more firewood.



Where are you going?

I said where are you going?



Go to hell,

you no-good bastard!



Go on, then!

We don't need you!



All right. Help me,

pick up some of that wood.



I got it, Mama.

All right, les go,




All right, honey.



Nice and warm, huh?









Look at Mommy.









Whas wrong?



Nothing, sweetheart.



Mommy will be right back,




Howars fever was

getting worse and then Rosy

started to sneeze.



Where are they, Mae?

Jim, we can't even

keep 'em warm.



Where are the kids?



The boys will sleep

on the sofa

at my father's in Brooklyn.



And Rosy'll stay

at my sister's.



Jimmy, we can't keep 'em!



You don't make decisions

about our children without me.



What if they get really sick?

We already owe Dr. McDonald...



If you send them away,

then all this has been

for nothing!



Is just until we get back...

What else was it for?



If we can't stay together,

that means we lost!



That means we've given up!

I am not giving up!



I'm trying to protect

our children.

Mae, I promised him.



Outside the butcher's.



I looked him in the eyes...



and I promised him

with all of my heart...



I would never ever

send him away.



You can't do this.



You weren't here.



You can't break my promise.



Jim, you didn't see.

You weren't here.



I'm sorry.



I'm sorry, Jimmy.



What are you doing?






Jimmy! Where you going?



Where you going, Jimmy?



That doesn't qualify you, sir.

What else can you tell me?



The problem is my wife is

losing all of her teeth.



I got a relief order

for her.



The doctor says

is due to insufficient diet.



She's still nursing the baby

on account of...



we can't afford milk

for the family.






I never thought

I'd see you here, Jim.



He jumped up...



kicked his stool

out of the ring...



and he was just,

he was furious.



I grabbed the mike...



There's Jimmy Braddock.



The thing is,

I can't afford to...



I can't afford

to pay the heat.



I've had to

farm out my kids.



You know,

they keep cutting shifts

down at the docks...



and you just don't get picked

every day.



I sold everything I've got

that anybody would buy.



I went on public assistance.

I signed on

at the relief office.



They gave me $  .

I need another $  .  ...



so I can pay the bill

and get the kids back.



You know me well enough

to know if I had

anywhere else to go...



I wouldn't be here.



If you could help me through

this time,

I sure would be grateful.



Sure, Jim. Sure.



Good luck.






Hey, Jimmy.



Here you go, Jim.



Good luck, Jim.



I'm sorry, Joe, I didn't...

I'm sorry.



What in the hell do you have

to be sorry about?



Jesus Christ, Jimmy.



How short are you?



About $ .  .






We're home!

Hooray, we're home!



We're glad to be home!






Okay. All right.



Howard, don't jump

on the bed.

Sorry, Mama.



Read to me, Jay.



"On his way up

and down the stairs..."



Do you like being home?

I like being home, too.



My little doll.



# "Happy birthday to you" #



# "Happy birthday,"

"dear Howard" #



# "Happy birthday to you" ##



Make a wish, kids.






Hey, Howard, come on.

They're gonna cut the cake up.



You wanna line up, huh?



You looking forward

to some chocolate cake?



I liked it better

when we had our own.



I can understand that.



Hiya, Howard.




Hey, your dad ever tell you

that I used to spar with him?



You hit the Father?

As often as I possibly could.



He was kinda tricky, though.

Hard to catch.



Go and get some cake. Go on.



Missed you at mass, Jimmy.



I can get an extra shift

on a Sunday, you know?



Don't you walk away from me!




Mike, you hear me?



Excuse me.



Every day, "fix the world."

How about fixing your family?



What kind of father

are you?



Too proud to cross the street

because she can't have

her own cake?



And now you're drunk

at church,

for Chriss sake.



That a joke, Sara?

Making a joke?

I'm just saying is enough!



Guys, where's the ref?

Why don't you

stay out of this?



Is between man and wife.

How do you even

call yourself that?



Whad you say to me?

Come on.



Get your hands off me!



You've had a couple drinks.

Is Sunday.



No harm in that. Day of rest.

All washed up.

Can't get a fight.



What, you want to fight me?




you don't have to do this.



I ain't got no beef

with you.



Come on!

Can't make it in the ring,




Come on, Braddock,

I'll take your head off!



Jim, no!

Mike, you okay, baby?



Why don't you get off me?



Go to hell! The both of you!



Jesus, Jim,

he wasn't gonna hit me.



Mike, wait!



Now, what is all about is

rotating your body

behind your fist.



Bang. Thas right.

Right in the kisser, yeah.



There you go.



Good girl.

You got a better jab

than your dad.



Boy, you are a brave man.

Not really.

Mae's at the store.



Thas a good one, kiddo!



You want to go play

with the other kids while

I talk to Uncle Joe?



Joe Gould,

still looking dapper, I see.



Certainly. Gotta keep up

appearances, right?



Good to see you, Jimmy.

Nice to see you, Joe.



Nice day, huh?






You drove all the way out here

to talk about the weather?



Maybe I was

in the neighborhood.

Did you ever think of that?



Little fresh air.



Joe, this is Jersey.



Yeah. Good point.



I got you a fight.



Go to hell.

Come on. You want it,

don't you?



What, we gonna bring this up

with the Boxing Commission,

or not?



Yes, and they'll sanction it.

This one fight,

and one fight only.



Is not a comeback, right?

Is just one fight.




'Cause of who you're fighting.



How much?



Just once,

ask me who it is

you're fighting.



How much?

$   .



You're on at the big show

at the Garden, tomorrow night.



You fight Corn Griffin, Jimmy.



Number two heavyweight

contender in the world.



Prelim before

the championship bout.



You know, Joe,

this ain't funny.

No, is not.



And it ain't no favor,




Griffin's opponent got cut,

and he couldn't fight.



So they had to find somebody

they could throw in

at a day's notice.



Nobody legit would...



Nobody would take a fight

with Griffin without training.



So I told them use the angle

Griffin's gonna

knock out a guy...



never been knocked out.



You're meat, Jimmy.



Are you on the level, Joe?



Come on. Always.



For $   

I would fight your wife.



Now you're dreaming.



And your grandmother.

At the same time.



Teeth in or teeth out?

Take them out.



Then you're dead.

You're down, you're gone.



No chance.

$   ?



    bananas. Come here.



Get your programs here!



Programs here!    cents!



I mean, for Chriss sake,

    and something fights...



you never been knocked out.



Who the hell goes

and sells his gear?



   fights as a pro,

   as an amateur.



How soon they forget!

I'm so sorry.



Borrowed gear, borrowed robe.

Knock yourself out.






I might as well get

an Aooga horn

and chase him around the ring.



Thas good.

You been drinking?



Are you trying to

hurt my feelings?



You're just too loose.

You're spooking me.

Sharpen up.



Come on, Joe,

we both know what this is,




I get to put a little more

distance between my kids

and the street...



and I get to say good-bye

at the Garden.



Full house,

night of a big fight.



Thank you very much.



Right. Come on, hurry up.



Les get the lead

out of here.



What the hell was that?



They ran out of soup

on the line this morning.



Ran out of soup

on the line this morning.



How the hell are you supposed

to fight on an empty stomach?



Good evening.



Welcome to tonighs broadcast

of the Primo Carnera/Max Baer




for the heavyweight

championship of the world!



Hash is all they had, okay?

Eat, quick.



You got a spoon?

For Chriss sake,

is not there?



Come on, we gotta go anyway.

One bite, Joe.



I'll eat it with my fingers.

Whoa, hey!



I don't have time

to re-tape you.



Just sit tight,

and I'll find you a spoon.



For Chriss sake.



Is that a ghost I'm seeing?

An apparition?



Or is that James J. Braddock,

the Bulldog of Bergen?



How you feeling, Jimmy?

How's that right hand?



Braddock, you're up!



Sporty Lewis, how you doing?

How you doing?



July        .



New York Herald.



"Proving he was too young

and too green...



"and rushed to the top...



"Loughran wiped the ring

with the Bulldog's career.



"A sad and somber funeral...



with the body

still breathing."



I don't fight the fights,


I just write about them, see?



Sporty, save the crap

for the customers.



Who's Jim Braddock?



Go get your pencil out, kid.

I got your lead line for you.



Go ahead, I'm not kidding,

write this down.



"The walk from the locker room

to the ring...



was the only time tonight

old Jim Braddock..."



Looking good, Jimmy!



"...was seen on his feet."

You got that?



Before tonighs championship

battle, we'll bring you...



a special bout featuring

Charlie Harvey's

soldier boy...



Corn Griffin.



Griffin is the fella

that ran rings...



around the champion Carnera

in training.



And who's his opponent?



Looks like they dug

old Jim Braddock

out of retirement...



at least for one more fight.



Hey, Mike!

Griffin is up

in the ring now.




Isn't that your buddy?

Look at the size of him!



In this corner...



the sensational

heavyweight slugger...



from Fort Benning, Georgia...



who is punching a path

to the top of the division.



John "Corn" Griffin!



His opponent:

The popular battler...



who has never been KO'ed

in more than

   professional bouts...



Quincy, beer. We got a fight!



... the power-punching




from North Bergen,

New Jersey...



James J. Braddock!



The skinny from

the reporters at ringside...



is that Braddock

won't last two rounds.



Griffin is a five-to-one

favorite to do just that.



But Joe Gould claims

Braddock's right hand is fine.



Jimmy will need

two good hands tonight.



Griffin storms out

of his corner!



Things are uptempo right away.



Come on, Braddock,

make a fight of it!



Get out of it! Get out, Jimmy!



Braddock takes a left

to the body



and a hard right to the head!



Braddock's giving ground now.



A hard right!



Pins him in

the neutral corner.



Get outta there, Jim! Get out!



Griffin's all over him!



Braddock taking hard jabs.



And Braddock is down.



Shut up! I wanna hear this!

Shut up!



Jim? You're fine.

Stay down.



One. Two.

Stay down! Whas the hurry?



Three. Four.

Hey! Listen.



I liked the left.

Try two lefts.




Give him two lefts!




Pop, pop! Double it up.




How 'bout it? Up, up.




What the hell are you doing?

Les go.






Yeah, come on, Jimmy!

On your feet, come on!



The referee waving Griffin in.



Move in on that.



Nice move!



Bring him in!



Snaps a stiff jab! Another!



Welcome to New York.






Thas more like it!

Let me see that cut.



You look great!



It sure as hell beats working

on the docks!



Say, the two jabs

look sensational!

They look sweet!



Now, he's loading up on you.

You see that?



He opens up after you jab him.

You gotta come in there

with a right.



Real quick.



But you gotta stop

some of those left hands.



You see any

getting past my head?



Keep moving!



Griffin still winging

big shots.



He wants to be the first

to stop Braddock.



Braddock gets in

another big right hand!



Snapped Griffin's head back

with that one.



Come on!



Griffin loading up.



Move out!

Give him the slip, Jimmy!



Another big flurry by Griffin!



Braddock hanging tough

but, folks,

he is taking a beating!



Thas two rounds more than

I thought he was gonna go.



He's a half a step behind you.

Do you feel it?



Stick with it.



Busy, busy.



Six minutes of fury so far.



Braddock has the look of a man

trying to hold back

an avalanche.



Griffin hits him with a left.



And Braddock is stepping

in post holes.



Keep him in front of you!



Lure him in, Jim.



Jimmy's finally

moving his head.



Pick your spot!



And Griffin is down!



Where the hell have you been,

Jimmy Braddock?



One. Two. Three.



He's up at three.



The referee wipes his gloves.



Thas it!

No daylight!



Take it to him!



Another big right by Braddock!



Finish him, Jimmy!



Knock him back

to the goddamn Ozarks!



Griffin is ready to go!



Be careful.



Get back.



Get back there.

Get back in your corner.






This fight is over!

This is incredible!



Corn Griffin, the number two

contender in the world...



has just been knocked out

by Jim Braddock

in the third round!



What an upset!



You son of a bitch!



Is pandemonium here

in the Garden!



Thas it, man, he did it!

I don't believe it!



You beautiful bastard!



Settle down,

for Chriss sake!



Jesus H. Christ!



Jesus, Mary and Joseph,

Mary Magdalene...



all the saints and martyrs

and Jesus!



Did I say "Jesus"?



Where the hell did

that come from?



I don't know.

When my hand was broke...



I had to work down

on the docks

and I had to use my left.



So, what?

No, that and luck.




Sheer dumb-ass Irish luck.



Don't give me that

luck-of-the-lrish crap.

No, sir.



Lucky? Thas something you

ain't been in a long time,




Everybody's due.



Due or not, I'll take it.

You had the left.



The left. But you were bouncy.



You were bouncing.




Sliding, slipping.

You were like a cat.



I did that on hash.



Imagine what I woulve done

to him if I'd had

a couple of steaks.






That was one hell of

a good-bye.



Here you go, fellas!

Have at him!



Jesus Christ!



Murder him, Maxie!






This is fighting?



Why doesn't he just hit him

with a goddamn chair?



Griffin was supposed to fight

Baer next.



He should kiss your ass

for saving him

from that thing.



Throw him down, Maxie!



Give it to him, Maxie!



Ladies and gentlemen...



the new heavyweight champion

of the world...



Max Baer!



Come on! He's home.



I won.



Hooray, he won!

I knew you'd win!



He won, he won, he won!



Get the silverware.



So was it like you said?

Or are they

letting you back in?



No, baby.

It was just one fight.



All right, I need seven men,

and seven only!



One. Two. Three.



Four. Five.









Listened in last night.

Was that really you?






Didn't think

I'd be seeing you back here.



It came up at the last minute,

you know?



It was a one-fight deal.

The purse was $   .



My end of that was

a little less than half.

It was, like, $   .



We owed $   .

Left me with $ .



Makes you a rich man, huh?

Around here.



Good fight.




Dock seven.




Hey, Jim.

Hey, Mike.



Good fight.




I wouldn't have hit Sara.

I know, Mike.



I couldn't live with myself

if I'd have hit her.



Just get so angry

with all this shit.



You know,

if you were gonna win,

you coulve told me.



If I knew I was gonna win,

I woulve bet on myself.



Why can't you ever

listen to me?

I don't know.



... to determine whether

the strikers were willing...



to submit to

an arbitration situation.



Tension pervaded

the New York

waterfront yesterday.



Why don't you go play

with the boys, sweetheart?



Be careful.



Hey, Rosy.

Hi, Daddy!



You know,

Joe Gould was just here.



Yeah, I saw.

You did?



He thinks the Commission

might be willing to...



reverse their ruling.



He thinks he can get me

another fight.



He wants me to stop working

and get back in shape.



I thought it was

just the one fight.



Well, yeah.



He fronted us $   

so I can train.



You know what that is

right there?



Thas a second chance.



Thas what that is.



Is not that

I'm not grateful...



or proud, honey.

I'm so proud of you.



But we got off easy

when you broke that hand.



We're back to even now.



Right. And nine months

from now,

we're back in the same boat.



Baby, please.



We just don't have anything

left to risk.






There's still some juice

in these legs,

and I can still take a few.



Baby, please.



Just let me take them

in the ring.



At least I know

who's hitting me.



I'm gonna go

and tell the kids.



Jay! Guess what.




I got another fight!

Who with?



I don't know,

but he's going down.

Hey, Howard.






Joe, open the door.



Joe! Open the damn door!



Don't hide in your

fancy apartment.

I want to talk to you.



You are not gonna make

my husband your punching bag

all over again.



We are just getting by, and

you're taking him

from his work...



like some bloodsucking

little leech!



And I will not let you

get him hurt again

like that...



do you hear me?

I will not let you!



Guess you better come in.



How is it?



Too sweet per usual.



Really? Go figure.




Nice, thanks.



Sorry about that.



You just don't want folks

to see you down is all.



I didn't know.

I mean, I thought that...



Yeah, no. Thas the idea.

Always keep your hands up.



Sold the last of it

two days ago.



So Jimmy could train.






Sometimes you have

an instinct, Mae.



You see something

in a fighter.



You don't even know

if is real,

you're looking for it so bad.



Can't have no hope at all.



But this is crazy.



I mean, you don't even know

if you can get him a fight.



I'll get him a fight.



Believe me,

if is the last thing I do,

I'll get him a fight.



Honey. Go get us some

of those crackers, would you?



She looks good

wearing the pants.



Can you ever stop yours?



When he sets his mind

to a thing?



I wish I could.



See, I never know

who is harder on...



them or us.



We have to wait for them

to fix everything.



And every day...



they feel like

they're failing us.



And really,

is just the world

thas failed, you know?



This is

a lovely apartment.

Thank you.



Now, what am I gonna go

and do that for?



You saw the papers.



"News" had to print extra copies

the day after

Braddock's fight.



People are sentimental,

you know.

Some people are sentimental.



Yeah, so tell me why I care.



You're still sore over the way

Braddock took down Griffin,




I can understand that.

It was a heartbreak for

a lot of people.



Yes. But look.



You got guys fighting

an elimination series...



over who gets a shot

at Max Baer for

the championship in June.



John Henry Lewis,

he's your number two in line.



Now, he already

defeated Braddock

once in Frisco, correct?



Say you put Braddock

back in the game

against Lewis.



Lewis wins,

you get your revenge

on Braddock...



and your boy has gotten

a topflight tune-up...



with full publicity

before Lasky,

and what happens?



You make more money.



Now, say on the other hand,

by some minute,

infinitesimal chance...



God forbid,

Braddock beats Lewis.



Now you got a sentimental

favorite go up...



and lose against Lasky,

and what happens?



You'll make more money.



James, either way...



you're a richer man

with Braddock back in the ring

than if he's not.



Come on, don't be foolish.

We both know

the name of this game.



And it sure as hell

ain't "pugilism."



They ought to put your mouth

in a circus.



What do you say?



Don't chase him.

Go around, cut him off.







I got you a fight.




You're gonna fight

John Henry Lewis again.






Joey! I could kiss you!



No, please,

not in front of the fellas.



Isn't John Henry

one of Johnston's boys?



You let me worry about that,




Now I know why you

won't kiss me. You're all

puckered out already.



Brother, you have no idea.




Kicked our ass in Frisco.



Yeah. Hey, Mike.

Who's "our ass" up there?



Joe Gould, Mike Wilson.

Mike Wilson, Joe Gould.






That guy ain't been beat

in ten fights.



But you win on a long shot,

and thas a great payday

for me.



Thas great.

I'll keep that in mind, Mike!



You got more important things

to think about. Come here.



Now, I ain't gonna

bullshit you, all right?



Now, you win one,

I can get you another.



Win again and then things

maybe start getting serious

around here.









Look good.






Thas it, James!



Be a bully, James!

Aggression, thas it.






I know this isn't

what you wanted...



but I can't win

without you behind me.



I'm always behind you.



Thank you, baby.



I got a great idea.

You want to come along?



Come on, just this one time.

All right. Okay.



Okay, I'll make that

a rain check then.



Lewis, still moving well here

in the fourth.



He dances in and out

before Braddock can react.



Don't let him

set the pace, Jimmy!



There you go.



Braddock slides to his right,

tries cutting down the ring.



John, get off the ropes.

Move out of there.



Lewis spins his way

off the ropes...



And looks to resume control

at the bell!



There we go. Suck it up.

Deep breath.



Deep breath, deep.



All right. That ain't bad.

He's even faster

than I remember.



Yeah. He's fast. Big deal.

You're not so bad yourself.



What are you doing?

You beat this guy

easy last time.



He ain't the same guy.

You got to use your speed.



Keep that jab in his face

and keep sliding to his right.



You see that.

Keep him in front of you.



Cut him off, all right?



And let go with the punches.

Hit him!

He ain't gonna like it.



I guarantee you,

the more you hit

this bastard...



the slower he's gonna get.



He's an old man.

He's too slow.

He can't keep up with you.



Come on. Use that jab.

How's that cut?



He's all right.



Knock the legs out

from under him.



Trap him in the corner,

and really work him.



Do not fight this fight

his way.



You make him fight

this fight your way!



Les go. You got him.



A left to the body

and a hard right to the head!



A left-right-left by Lewis.

His dancing shoes are off.



Is a fight now, folks!



Work his body, Jim!



Braddock punching well

with both hands now.



Toe to toe!

No one giving an inch.



That left has some pop!



Jimmy's hoping

those body shots

will pay dividends.



Keep him in there!

Stay with him!



Don't give him any room!

No room!



Get out of the corner.



Braddock pushing

all the action now.



Lewis can't discourage him.

Tremendous pressure

from Jimmy.



Lewis is running out of

real estate in this

  -foot ring.



Jump on him!



And Lewis is down!



Gotcha. Good boy.



Get up!




There you go, get up!




Come on.






Four. Five.






The referee wipes his gloves



and Braddock steams

back to ring center!



Close it down.



Another big right by Braddock!



Lewis is just a piece of meat

as Braddock is carving him up!



Braddock is now

dominating Lewis!

Here comes Jimmy!



Side to side!

Side to side!



In the tenth, riding high

after his dazzling victory...



over John Henry Lewis...



Jim Braddock has just hit

a wall named Art Lasky.



He can't keep taking

those body shots.



I know. He's cracked

a couple of ribs for sure.



Lasky walks through

those jabs...



and keeps working

on Braddock's body.



But Braddock won't told!



He's making Lasky work hard

tor every minute ot

every round.



That"'"s it, get on him!



There you go, James!

That"'"s it!



Lasky's starting to

impose his will.



He's showing why

Jimmy Johnston is

making noises...



about matching him

with Max Baer tor the title.



Break it up!



Come on. Break free.






Don"'"t sit down.

You"'"re not tired.

You"'"re fine.



Get that thing out of here!

He don"'"t need it!



Is he looking over at you?



Shake your head

like you don"'"t need it.



Shake your head like

you don"'"t want it. There.



Why isn"'"t he sitting down?

Pay attention.



Yeah, now he"'"s gonna wonder:



""If Braddock is

such an old man,

why is he still standing?



Why is he still

coming at me?""



You"'"re stronger than this guy.

Don"'"t back up! Don"'"t back off!



This guy is a bull-rusher.



He"'"s gonna keep coming at you

all night until you stop him.



He can"'"t back up.

You stop him.



You gotta beat

this son of a bitch!



You gotta beat

this son of a bitch

from the inside out!



You hear me?

You gotta get in there.



You get in there

and you hit him...



and you keep hitting him

until you break his nose.



You fill his face with blood.



Beat him from the inside out,


From the inside out!



Lasky continues to tire.



Braddock looks like

he's tinally starting to wilt.



That"'"s it!

That"'"s more like it!



Back him up!



Lasky now looking

to put a Grimm ending...



to Braddock's

tairy-tale comeback.



Lasky pounding hard shots

to the body.



Braddock just took

a tremendous shot!



A hard right to the head

which knocked

his mouthpiece...



to the canvas.



Braddock just took

Lasky's best shot!



And it didn't even taze him!



Get in there

and take that sucker!



He's showing

tremendous determination!



Right in there

and get his nose!



Braddock comes in

with a hard shot to the body!



The younger Lasky

looks like

he's starting to wilt...



under the pressure

trom the Bulldog ot

North Bergen.



Braddock is now

back on the attack!



Another vicious combination

by Braddock!



And Lasky's tlowing blood

trom the nose!



The   th and tinal round.



Braddock now looks

like the younger tighter...



and grimly determined.



The Garden is on its teet!

Jim Braddock will

not be denied!



There's the bell!

This one goes

to the scorecards.



And the winner

by unanimous decision...



James J. Braddock!



Thanks, buddy.







Save a little bit of it"..."



Jimmy Braddock

just beat Lasky.



They made him

the number one contender.



Max, when are we

gonna go to...

Shut up.



Maxie, you...

Shut up!



I"'"m not gonna fight

Jimmy Braddock.

He"'"s a chump.



You tell Johnston to bring me

somebody who can fight back.



You gonna bust your contract?

It"'"s done, Max.



That"'"s him? Yeah?

Yes, it is.



I"'"m telling you.

That"'"s Braddock.



Hey, Mrs. Braddock.



Sara"'"s here.







I got her to sleep.



Hey, Jim.



Mike"'"s gone missing.



How long?



Three days.



I"'"ve been staying

at my brother"'"s

since Jake cut him.



Jake fired him?

I didn"'"t know that.



You know how Mike gets.

All his talk. So much trouble.



He"'"s been sleeping nights

down in the Hooverville.



My brother didn"'"t have room

for both him and us.



Mike said, you know, if he had

to stay down there anyway...



he was gonna try

to get everybody organized.



Something"'"s wrong, Jim.

I know it.



Now I"'"m hearing

there"'"s some trouble

in Hooverville.



He wouldn"'"t leave me

and the baby for this long.



He just wouldn"'"t.



I didn"'"t know

who else to come to, Jim.



Come on, out of the way!

Beat it! Move along!



Get the hell out of here,




Mike? Mike Wilson!



Mike Wilson!


            nothing. If you let

these Commies in here...



and start a riot,

then what do you

think"'"s gonna happen?



Get over here.



On your feet!



You pull a knife on me,

you son of a bitch?



What the hell happened here?



We tried to break up these

agitators, peaceful-like...



but they charged us.

What is this?



The horses got spooked.

Wagons turned over.



Three or four of them

got run over.

They"'"re hurt pretty bad.



This is a mess.

One hell of a mess.



What did I tell you?

Get back.



Don"'"t move those two.

Wait for the stretcher.



Keep those bastards back!



Get those guys next,

the ones who got trampled on.



Hey, Jim.




You"'"re gonna be okay, Mike.



Yeah, tell Sara.



Will you tell her

I"'"m gonna be...

I"'"ll tell Sara.



I"'"m gonna be late, Jimmy.



""Our Father,

who art in heaven,



""Hallowed be thy name.



""Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth

as it is in heaven.



""Give us this day

our daily bread.



""And forgive us

our trespasses...



""as we forgive those

who trespass against us.



And lead us not

into temptation,

but deliver us from evil"."



How about it, Pete?



All right, fellas.

Fellas, that"'"s it.



Now, keep your questions short

and to the point.



We"'"re gonna

start off with Frank Essex.



Frank Essex.



All right, take it easy,

Petey, jeez.



Frank Essex, "Daily News."



You got a lot of reporters

here today.



A lot of people are interested

in this fight.



What do you got to say

to your fans today, Jimmy?



I guess I"'"m grateful

for the opportunity.



I know that these days

not everybody gets

a second chance.



You know, I have a lot

to be grateful for.



You know, I have

three beautiful, healthy,

troublemaking kids.



You know, I have

the prettiest wife

a man could wish for...



Bob Johnson, "Boston Globe."



Two days ago, we ran a story

about you giving your

relief money back.



Can you tell our readers why?



I believe we live

in a great country.



A country that"'"s great enough

to help a man financially...



when he"'"s in trouble.



But lately I have had

some good fortune

and I"'"m back in the black.



And I just thought

I should return it.



Wilson, you"'"re up.



Yeah, over here.



Listen, what"'"s the first thing

you"'"re gonna do...



if you make world champion?



First thing,

I"'"m gonna have to go

and buy some turtles.



What"'"s that? Turtles?



Yeah, well,

I said to the kids when...



I was leaving the house

this morning...



that I was gonna

bring back the title...



and they thought

I said ""turtle"."






So naturally,

I don"'"t want to let them down.



But if I could bring home

the title and a turtle...



they sure would be tickled.



You got that?

""Title, turtle,"" right?



Jake Greenblatt

from "Chicago Trib."



Hello, Jake.

It"'"s been a while.



What"'"s changed, Jimmy?



I mean, you couldn"'"t

win a fight for love

or money, right?



How do you explain

your comeback?



Well, you know,

the truth is, Jake...



for a number of years there

we was fighting injured.



I broke my hand

more than once.



I got in a car accident

one time,

we was on the road...



and I had to get that fixed.



I had a run of bad luck.



And, this time around,

I know what I"'"m fighting for.



Yeah? What"'"s that, Jimmy?









Sporty Lewis,

New York Herald.






Actually, my question"'"s

for Mrs. Braddock.



Mrs. Braddock, my readers

would love to know...



how do you feel

about the fact that...



Max Baer"'"s killed two men

in the ring?



So how do you feel

about that, ma"'"am?



Are you scared

for your husband"'"s life?



She"'"s scared for Max Baer,

is who she"'"s scared for,

Mr. Lewis.



Okay, how about

one more question, folks?



Said downstairs you wanted

to see us.



Joe, Jim, come on in.

Have a seat.



Right here.



Editorial says

this fight is good as murder.



And everybody associated

with it should be

hauled into court...



and prosecuted afterwards.



They say the paper"'"s getting

all sorts of letters...



from people saying

you"'"re their inspiration.



Like you saved their lives

or something.



If you ask me,

it"'"s a lot of crap.



But if I"'"m gonna

promote this fight...



I"'"m not getting hung out

to dry if something

happens to you.



You"'"re all heart.



My heart"'"s for my family, Joe.



My brains and my balls

are for business...



and this is business.



You got me?




You will know

exactly what you"'"re

up against.



And my attorney,

Mr. Mills...



will witness that I"'"ve done

everything in my power

to warn you.



You know,

I seen the Carnera fight.



Carnera"'"s height saved him.



He was knocked down    times.



Exactly. Would"'"ve been worse

if he was shorter.



Baer had to punch up

to hit him.

Took a little something off.



That"'"s Frankie Campbell.



Stand-up fighter,

knows how to take a punch.



His style familiar, Jim?



Like looking in a mirror, huh?

Hey, he don"'"t need

to see this.



He"'"ll see it

or I"'"ll call off the fight.



You see that combination?



Campbell didn"'"t go down

on the first punch.



He was a tough guy.



Second one killed him

on the spot.



Just cut it off, will you?



The autopsy said

that his brain was

knocked loose...



from the connecting tissue.



Consider your ass

fully covered, okay?



Run it again.



Remember Ernie Schaaf?



Nice guy.

You lost one to him in "'"  .



Ernie took one of those

on the chin from Baer.



He was dead

and didn"'"t know it.



Next fight,

first little nothing jab

put him to sleep forever.



Detached brain, they said.






No snappy comeback?



It ain"'"t my skull

the guy"'"s gonna try

and stove in.



You want to think about it?



You think

you"'"re telling me something?



What, like,

boxing"'"s dangerous,

something like that?



You don"'"t think triple shifts

or working nights

on the scaffolds...



is just as likely

to get a guy killed?



How many guys died

the other night living

in cardboard shacks...



trying to save on rent money?



Guys who were trying to feed

their family.

"'"Cause men like you...



have not yet quite figured out

a way to make money...



out of watching that guy die.



In my profession,

and it"'"s my profession...



I"'"m a little more fortunate.



All righty then.

You guys have dinner

here tonight.



Take your wives. It"'"s on me.



We"'"ll snap some pics

on your way out.



If you change your

mind tomorrow...



at least we got some

good press out of it.



Good. Come on.



It"'"s gorgeous!




can we get silver faucets?

Of course.



How many you want? A dozen?




Listen. A little bird told me

to check the evening edition.



So let"'"s see what we got.



""Boxer Jim Braddock

has come back from the dead...



to change the face of courage

in our nation"."



Oh, that"'"s nice.




Sporty Lewis wrote that.

Sporty Lewis?



Yeah. And get this.



""In a land that"'"s




""Braddock"'"s comeback

is giving hope

to every American.



""People who were ready

to throw in the towel...



""are finding inspiration

in their new hero,

Jim Braddock.



""As Damon Runyon

has already written...



he"'"s truly

the Cinderella Man"."



Cinderella Man?




Oh, I like it.

It"'"s kind of girly.

Yeah, kind of. Yeah.



Oh, brother.

Yeah, this is gonna be fun.



Excuse me.




I"'"m not quite finished yet.

Beg your pardon, sir.



Thank you.



You know what?

I got the bill here. Yeah.



Johnston. He"'"s a big spender.

He"'"s gonna leave

a big, big tip.




He"'"s a real peach.



Gotta love the guy.

Right, sweetie?



Look at this.

This is me?



I know it is.






Oh, boy.



You think Johnston

set that up?

Oh, yeah. I think. Maybe.



A few extra pics

for the dailies.



From the gentleman

who just arrived.



Mr. Baer said

to wish you "bon voyage."



Don"'"t open it.

Put it in a bag.

We"'"ll take it with us.



Hey, Joey?




Get the coats.





if it ain"'"t Cinderella Man.



Thanks for the champagne,

Mr. Baer.



You"'"re doing a great job

publicizing the fight.

I really appreciate it.



I hope it"'"s gonna be a very

successful night

for both of us.



You keep telling people

you"'"re gonna kill me

in the ring.



I got three kids at home.



You"'"re upsetting my family,

particularly my wife.



Listen, Braddock.



I"'"m asking you sincerely

not to take this fight.



Now, you seem like

a decent fellow.

People admire you.



I really don"'"t

want to hurt you.



It"'"s no joke, pal.



People die in fairy tales

all the time.



Hey, Max, how about a picture?



Hey, Jim! How about a shot?



There you go.

Take it easy.

Just smile.



One more!



Yeah. I think the smart thing

would be for you

to take a fall.



Circus act"'"s over, old man.



Right here, Max.

There you go.



I think I"'"ll go a few rounds

with the dancing Baer.



Yeah, there you go.



Come on, Jim.

Very good. Okay.



Come on.




Hey, we"'"ll see you

in the ring.

How about that, champ?



Come on. Let"'"s go, Jim.



Max, my wife, Mae.



You ought to talk to him, Mae.



You are far too pretty

to be a widow.



That"'"s not nice, Max.

Not nice. Come on.



On second thought, maybe I can

comfort you after he"'"s gone.



Hey, I said shut your

goddamn mouth, you punk!




Send me the cleaning bill.



Get that, boys?



Now he"'"s got his wife

doing his fighting for him.



Yeah. Ain"'"t she something?



All right. Get me a drink.



All right.

Three-punch combo, okay?



Pop, pop, bang. Come on.






Oh, that"'"s good.

One more time.



Keep your thumbs tucked in.

Keep your elbows in.



All right.

That"'"s enough, now.



There"'"s some sting in that.



That"'"s enough, please.



Good. Yeah, that"'"s good. Bang!



I want a turn, Dad.

All right.



Hey, where"'"s your defense?

Come on, get your hand up.



I want a turn.



Left, right, left.

Pop, pop, bang.



Come on, Howie.



All right, that"'"s enough!

No boxing in the house!



No boxing out of the house.

All right?



No boxing. Period!



You"'"re gonna stay in school.



Then you"'"re gonna go

to college...



and you"'"re gonna have




Because you"'"re not gonna have

your skulls smashed in, too!



Do you understand me?

Is that clear?



Hey, why don"'"t you boys go

and get ready for bed,

all right?



I used to pray...



for you to get hurt

just enough...



so you couldn"'"t fight anymore.



And when they took

your license away,

even scared as I was...



I went to the church

and I thanked God for it.



"'"Cause I always knew...



a day might come

when it could kill you.



I just knew it, Jimmy.

And now it"'"s here.



You just got the jitters,

that"'"s all.



He"'"s killed two men, Jimmy!

What"'"s worth it?



I have to believe I got some

kind of say over our lives.




You know,

that if things are bad,

that we can change them...



we can make things better

for our family.



But I need you to be safe...



Nothing"'"s safe anymore, Mae. much.



And without that...



I need you to be safe!

...nothing"'"s safe at all.



All right.



I have stood by for all of it.



Until now.



Not for this, Jimmy.

I just can"'"t.



So you train all you want.



Make a show of it

for yourself, for the papers.



But you find a way

out of that fight.



Break your hand again

if you have to.



Is he all right?



So, how"'"s he doing?



He"'"s old. He"'"s arthritic.



And his ribs

haven"'"t been right

since the Lasky fight.



What"'"s the bad news,








The reporters are here.




Right. Get rid of that

goddamn rib protector.




Press is here, boy-o!



Get bouncing around

in that ring!



Showtime! Big smiles!

You"'"re the belle of the ball!



Baer don"'"t need to know

about no goddamn ribs.



Bye, Dad.



Come on, let"'"s go. Let"'"s go.



Hey, look. It"'"s him.



There"'"s Braddock!



Maybe this is your day,




Look, it"'"s him!

It"'"s Jimmy, look, right there!



We"'"re with you, Jimmy!

You"'"re gonna beat him,




Well, look who"'"s here.

Hi, Aunt Alice.



Come on in.



No radio, all right?



Yeah, sure.

All right. Be back soon.



Hello, Mae.

I came to pray for Jim.



So did they.






They all think

that Jim"'"s fighting for them.









Who beat that

John Henry Lewis?



That Braddock guy.




Who whupped that

Art Lasky punk?



James J. Braddock.

Correct again.



Now, refresh me

on this one.



Who was it took that

Corn Griffin and turned him

inside out...



with no questions asked?

Who was that?



I used to think it was me...



but now I"'"m kinda thinking

it was you.



No, don"'"t you

sell yourself short.



At some stage, you think maybe

you"'"re gonna do

some taping here?



Why not?



All right, let"'"s see.

How"'"s that?






Excuse me, ma"'"am.



You can"'"t win

without me behind you.



That"'"s what I"'"ve been trying

to tell you.



Maybe I understand some.



About having to fight.



So you just remember

who you are.



You"'"re the

Bulldog of Bergen...



and the pride of New Jersey.



You"'"re everybody"'"s hope.



And you"'"re your kids"'" hero.



And you are

the champion of my heart...



James J. Braddock.



You know,

you better get home.



You know, boxers hang around

places like this...



and you don"'"t want to

get tangled up with

that kind of crowd.



Nice girl like you.

Yeah, okay.



I"'"ll see you at home.



Please, Jimmy.



I"'"ll see you at home?



See you at home, baby.



From the ringside ot the

Madison Square Garden Bowl.



Tonight, our coast-to-coast




brings you the biggest

pugilistic event ot the year.



Max Baer versus

the Cinderella Man,

Jimmy Braddock.



And in a tew moments...



the contestants tor

tonighs championship bout...



will be making their way

to the ring.



God Almighty.



Jim Braddock's rise

trom the soup lines...



to number one

heavyweight contender

has truly been miraculous.



No, never in all my years

have I seen this arena

so quiet.



You can do it, Jimmy!



James J. Braddock,

the Cinderella Man...



who just a year ago

was standing in a bread line.



Braddock's a tremendous

underdog with the bettors...



but you wouldn't know it

trom the reaction ot

the crowd.



Madison Square Garden is

on its teet and the noise

is deatening!



An astonishing crowd is

gathered here this evening.



I saw people lining up to buy

tickets tonight who looked...



as it they were spending

their last dollar.



But they're here now

and       strong!



Listen to them!



We understand Max Baer

has lett his dressing room.



There he is.



Max Baer has the look

and swagger ot

a Hollywood star.



Tonight, though,

there'll be no play-acting...



not with Jim Braddock

in the ring.

This tight is tor real.



The table's been set.

Les get to the main course.




I gave you the rules



in the dressing room.



One minute to midnight,




Yeah? Your clock"'"s

about ticked out, asshole.



I"'"m here to enforce them.

I want clean breaks.



Tell laughing boy here,

no backhanding.



I don"'"t want any backhanding

and hitting on the breakaway.



No low blows!

I"'"ll take care of this, Joe.



You understand? You tell

this bohunk no grabbing,

no manhandling.



Watch your goddamn language,

you nasty little shit.



Look at this!

No low blows means

no low blows.



You gonna let this

little prick talk to me

like that?



No hitting on the breaks.

It talks!



Holy mackerel, it talks!

Look at that!



Keep your hands up

at all times

to protect yourselves.



Now, touch gloves

and come out fighting.



Good luck. Go to your corners.



I"'"m gonna kick his Mick balls

up to the roof of his mouth.



That ought to be

a familiar taste for him, huh?



Come on, Jimmy boy!



Yeah, boys, get some

pictures here! Come on!



You can do this.

This guy is made for you.



Have a picnic, all right?



There's the bell!

And the tight is on!



The boys come out...



and immediately Braddock

shoots a lett to Maxie's jaw!



That"'"s it!

Take it right to him, Jimmy!



Now, now.



Baer snaps Braddock's head

back with two right uppercuts.



Is always a question ot

which Max will show up

in the tirst round...



the killer or the clown?



Maxie doing well.



It looks like

he's enjoying himselt,

mugging tor the crowd.



Take it into him!



A big tlurry by Braddock!

A vicious right to the head!



Take it easy, pal.

I"'"ll let it go

a couple of rounds.



Madcap Maxie is

heavily tavored to put

the long snore on Braddock...



in the tirst round.



That big right hand ot his

has dynamite in it...



especially when he traps

his man on the ropes.



He"'"s gonna carry him

for a couple of rounds.



Braddock! Break it up!



Break it up, I said!



Go on, Jimmy!



Jim survived the round and

looked pretty good doing it.



Braddock will not be bullied.

Not tonight.



When he does this horseshit,

knock it off.



He"'"s trying to thumb you.

All right?



And then slip inside of there

and shorten up the punches.



All right? Shorten them up.

That"'"s your turf!



Inside is yours!



Good job, Braddock!



Come on, Braddock!



Well, no one expected Braddock

to go past the tirst round.



Shorten them up.

Stay inside of him.



The experts at ringside

were wrong again.



Shorten them up!

There's the bell!



And here we are

in the second round.



That had some salt on it!



Braddock lands a hard right

to the head.



Max swats him away

with cool contempt!



He appears to be

toying with Braddock.



There's no other word tor it.



Max struts around the ring

without a care in the world.



Sharp, efficient, tough,

and short! Good.



Knock that on out.



And Max responds with

swinging rights and letts.



All power punches trom Maxie.



Break him!



And Braddock punches

right to the head!



Cover up!



Is that the right spot, Jimmy?



All right.

Break it up!



Break it up, you two!

Stay clean!



How are those ribs?

Okay. All right. Take it easy.



Good pace. Good pace, Jim.

Take it easy. Just breathe.



Deep breaths. Relax.

Good rhythm.



You"'"re looking great

out there, Jimmy.




You look great.



Hey, Jim?

If he goes for your body...



drop the elbows on him.

Teach him a lesson.



Break his goddamn hand.



That round was tough to score.



Braddock landed

several surprising

right hands.



And those thunderous

body punches by the champ...



should pay dividends

in the later rounds.



In the titth,

Baer's smile is gone.



Yeah, that"'"s it!



Jimmy comes in

with a hard right...



then neatly slides ott

to Baer's lett.



Avoiding the counterpunch,

Jimmy sticks a jab.



And now the crowd is jeering

and even laughing

at the champ.



And Maxie's none too pleased.



All right, break it.






Baer backhands Braddock

across the tace!



Thall cost Maxie.



You lousy shegetz!



That"'"s a warning, Max.



I"'"m sorry.



How"'"s that wife of yours?






She talk about me?

Knock off the wrestling.



All right. Break it up!



Quit fooling around, Max!



Low blow!



What was that?



Keep them up.

Wake up,

you wet son of a bitch!



Max salutes the crowd.

He's one ot a kind, tolks.



She say my name in her sleep?



Baer took a chin-tull

ot Braddock's head

in that clinch.



That"'"s it! Work his body!



She miss me?



Baer grips Braddock's head

in a headlock.



Jesus! Hey, Maxila

you gonna punch him

or pork him?



That"'"s your job, asshole.



Jimmy tights his way tree.



Hey, buddy...

Gets a shot in to the head.



You kidding me?




You"'"re gonna get hurt.



Braddock keeps punching.

They hammer each other,

toe to toe.



Okay, break!

There's the bell!



Keep your hands up

and your mouth shut, Maxie.



You watching the fight

or the cute guy

in the front row?



Take a seat, Maxie!

He"'"s nothing, nobody.



The guy has got nothing!



Jesus! Sit down!



Give me the sponge.



What are you doing?

Don"'"t worry about it.



Well, quit screwing around.

Hey! Relax.



Give me the goddamn water.



Ten seconds!



Hit this guy. Cut him!



You cut him down to size.

Cut him!



Oh, shit.



In the seventh,

the boys come out again.



And Max is all business now.



Put him away, Max!

Get him!



Attaboy, Maxie! Attaboy!



Slide it, Jimmy!



Braddock starting

to look his age here...



as Baer pushes him

around the ring.



Baer swings hard to the body.



Braddock gets in a right

to the head.



Murder him, Maxie!



Jesus Christ.



Baer with a tremendous shot

right there!



That was the hardest blow

in the tight!



Oh, Christ.



Baer turns him again...



with another right

to the head.

Another right. And another.



Push him, push him!



Braddock gets in

a vicious uppercut.



Baer keeps on punching!



Jesus, Johnny!



Let him go! That"'"s enough!

Break it up!



You"'"re gonna go home

in butcher paper, pal!



To your corners!

Butcher paper!



All right.

Let me see that nose.



Get it out.

You"'"re okay.



Let me see it.

Tilt your head back.



That"'"s nothing.

That"'"s a piece of cake.



Keep your head up.

Breathe through your mouth.






You got all your ugly friends

down from Jersey here.



They"'"re dressed up nice.

They"'"ve come to see you.



You"'"re putting them to sleep.

You"'"re not turning him




Come on, pick it up.

Spit that out, boy-o.



Good boy.



Come on.



The boys go atter each other




Braddock gets in

a lett to the body.

And a hard right...




... to Max's head.



Baer comes swinging across

with a long, swinging...



It"'"s the cops.

... right to Braddock's head.



Braddock stumbles away.



Baer tries that right again!



They come together.

Braddock swings a lett

and a right.



Please, Ma.



Max comes back

with a lett and

a right ot his own.



Braddock sticks out a lett!

Baer still atter him.



Another lett!



And a hard right by Braddock

that rocked Baer tor a moment!



Baer tries that right again.



A hard right

to Braddock's head!



Braddock is hurt.

His legs are gone.



Braddock sticks out a lett!

Another lett!



Neither man will back down!

Is a slugtest, tolks!



And there's the bell!



James J. Braddock

has exhibited

a lot ot heart here...



over    grueling rounds

with the champion.



Nobody expected him to last

more than a tew innings

with Baer.



Yet here he is.

And he's held his own.



But now we head

into the championship rounds,




Hey, Jim, look at me.



I swear to God, boy,

win, lose or draw"..."



Thanks, Joey.

For all of it.



You son of a bitch.

All right. Stop talking.



Get in there!



And bury him!



Finish him off.



Come on, Jimmy!



Here in the   th,

James J. Braddock...



is showing this crowd

what heart is all about.



Jimmy seems to be

timing that lett...



and has slapped it away

several times.



Keep moving, boy-o!

You stay with him!



Son of a bitch!



Braddock with a shoeshine.

Lett, right!



Am I seeing what I"'"m seeing?



Finish him, Jimmy. Finish him!



Braddock, Braddock!



Maxie's glamour-boy smile

is now a bloody grimace.



This crowd is desperately

hoping tor a Braddock victory.



But Mr. Baer might

have something to say

about that.



Holy crap!



Low blow!



That last low blow

will cost you the round, Max.




Lt"'"ll cost you the round.



Why don"'"t you just kick him

in the balls, huh?



Joe, back in your corner!



What are you afraid of,

you son of a bitch?



Get back to your corner!



Come on, Ref!



McAvoy is on the verge ot

losing control ot this tight.



Knock him on the ground,




Last round.

That"'"s right! Next champ!



You better worry about

Baer"'"s corner in

this next round.



You know what I mean.



You won this one.

It"'"s a cinch. It is yours.



But I want you to play it

cagey now. All right?



I know you don"'"t like

laying back...



but I want you to stay away

from his right...



do you understand me?

Stay away.



Right hand.



You"'"re behind.

Are you listening to me?



You want to lose

the championship to

this goddamn nobody?




Come on, Jimmy!



This is your night.



Stay away.

Put him down!



Use your right hand.

Right hand.



Ten seconds!

Come on now. Finish him.



It"'"s the last round, Jimmy.

There ain"'"t no more.



You play this bastard smart

and they can"'"t take it

from you!



One more round to go, tolks.



McAvoy stands

at center ring...



waiting tor the tighters

to join him.



Touch gloves.



The boys touch gloves

at center ring.



And now they're right

back at it.



Oh, no, Jimmy!



Leave him alone!



Stay away from him!



That ain"'"t laying back!



Braddock's corner

is yelling at Braddock...



to stay away trom Baer.



Because Baer is looking

tor the knockout.



Stay off him, Jim. Come on!



Right hand, Max. Yes!



What is he, stupid?



Step away!



Braddock trying to survive

this brutal onslaught!



Stay off him!



Don"'"t let him touch you!



Hey, looking good, Maxie!



Watch the uppercut!

Just stay the hell

away from him!



Baer cutting loose

with thunderous shots.



A lett to the body.



Baer again with a right!



Braddock covering up,

trying to hang on.



Baer looking tor the knockout.



He doesn't want this one

to go to the cards, tolks.



They pound each other

with letts and rights.



Braddock blocking

with his gloves and elbows.



Snaps a big right

to Maxie's jaw!



Baer smashes him

with a big right!



Braddock is back on the ropes.



Braddock lands

a crushing right.



Maxie desperately wants

to keep the crown...



trom slipping away.



Jesus Christ.



Stay with him!



Both tighters are tired.



Baer is trying wildly

tor the knockout!



But Jimmy is still standing...



and he's not only standing,

he's moving torward.



This is the tinish.

Both boys are tired.



This is not boxing, tolks.

This is a walloping ballet.



Ten seconds!



Time"'"s up!

Son of a bitch.



That is the bell! Is over!

This tight is over!



Son of a bitch!



What a tight! Unbelievable!



Braddock came

into this tight...



the biggest underdog...

Come on, sweetheart.



... in pugilistic history.

You did it!



For    rounds

he gave it everything

he had...



against the younger,

stronger champion.



We are waiting

tor the decision.



Mae, it"'"s all right.



Hey, McAvoy!




Help me out here. Help me out.



How did you score the fight?

Nine-five, one even.



Which way?



You"'"ll have to read it

in the papers, Sporty.



Oh, come on!



What the hell is this crap?



I"'"ll tell you this much,

they take this long

to make a decision...



they"'"re gonna decide

to screw somebody.



Make a decision.



They"'"re gonna rob

this poor bastard.



Unbelievable bullshit.

You win it.



Come on, make a decision!

Tell us who won, come on!



The crowd, on its teet

tor almost the entire tight...



is still standing, yelling

tor who

they clearly believe...



to be the winner ot

this tight.



But they'll have to wait

and see how the judges

scored it.



Ladies and gentlemen...



we have your decision.



Is unanimous!



Winner, and the new world

heavyweight champion...



James J. Braddock!



You son of a bitch.



James Braddock

has deteated Max Baer...



for the heavyweight

championship ot the world!



He won!



You earned it.

Hell of a fight.

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