Cinderella Man

Attaboy!

Keep him busy!

One.

Jesus.

Two.

You got it.

Three.

He ain't getting up!

Four, five, six...

seven, eight, nine, ten.

Out!

Come here, Jimmy.

Get that sleeping beauty

out of here!

That's ten in a row, Jimmy!

Ten!

By a knockout, at one minute 46

seconds in the second round...

tonight's 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.

That's all I'm saying, Jimmy.

You're gonna get your shot.

All right, let me see

what we got here.

$886 for Jeanette...

$772 for Lou and Whitey...

$1,000 for the ring fees,

my $2,658 and your $3,544...

makes $8,860. Stick that

in your mattress, Irishman.

When we get there, you gonna

come in and see the kids?

It's been a while. Come on.

They miss their Uncle Joey.

Yeah, that's 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, please?

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.

Jimmy.

Yeah?

My sister.

Daddy, did we win?

Yeah, we won.

How are you, Alice?

Good.

That's 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.

Girls?

I was at the Garden,

it was a fight night...

Come on. There was one.

There must've been one.

No.

Blond?

Brunette.

Tall?

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.

Introducing...

two-time state Golden Gloves

title holder...

in both the light heavyweight

and heavyweight divisions...

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.

Jim!

I'm sorry.

Mama?

Great.

I'm sorry, baby.

I washed them last night.

Took them right off your feet.

Don't you remember?

No.

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,

honey.

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.

Yep.

You know, I got that

fight tonight at the armory.

Yeah, one guy, Abe Feldman.

That's $50, win or lose.

That's good.

If I beat him, maybe I can get

my purses back up to $75.

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.

Really!

Yeah.

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?

Jim.

Boys, hurry up. Don't dawdle.

Let's try and sleep

a little more.

I need nine men and only nine.

One. Two. Three.

Four. Five. Six.

Seven. Eight. Nine. That's it!

All right,

let's get a move on!

Go on, get going!

Got a lot of work today!

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

No shifts today, Dad?

What're you doing, son?

I'm being good. I'm being

quiet. I'm being 'hayve.

Great.

Daddy!

Hey, Rosy-cheeks.

How you doing?

Daddy, Jay stole!

What?

Jay stole.

What's all this about?

See? It's a salami.

Young lady, your brother's

in enough trouble...

without you telling on him.

You understand?

It's from the butcher's.

And he won't say a word

about it, will you, Jay?

Will you, Jay?

Okay, pick it up. Let's go.

Do not test me, boy.

Right now.

Howard, stay here.

Okay, let's go!

Come on, give me a hand here!

Great,

then you don't get paid!

Bye.

Don't forget to

pick it up easy!

Marty Johnson had to go away to

Delaware to live with his uncle.

Why?

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 what's not yours, does it?

That's 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?

Yes.

Go on.

I promise.

And I promise you...

we will never send you away.

It's okay, kid.

You got a little scared.

I understand.

It's 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.

Yeah.

And you were gonna tell me

about this when?

It's gonna be fine. It's

not fine. No, it's 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.

Thanks.

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

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