Cinderella Man Page #2
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 15 rounds
back in '29.
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...
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?
That'd have to be me, too.
Right.
And we're supposed to pucker our
a**holes over this Abe Feldman?
The guy couldn't break wind.
No.
Hey, Jimmy.
Anyplace else you'd rather be?
No.
Good.
Now, what are you
gonna do about it?
Here we are halfway
through the fifth
And it's more of the same.
The boys clinch again.
Break it up.
He's crushing my guy.
Get him off!
Break!
The boo-birds
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
And another big right
by Braddock.
Now, there's the Braddock
we all recall.
But it's 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, Harry!
Shut up.
Work his belly with the left.
You got it?
Give him the flapdoodle with
the right because he don't know.
Right?
'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.
That's it! Change it up!
Southpaw, that's it!
Feldman prancing around,
looking for an opening...
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.
It's as if 80 tough fights have
finally jumped on Braddock's back.
You're a bum!
That's it!
Cavanaugh pulls them apart,
and he's called the fight.
He's called the fight.
It's a "no contest. "
And the popcorn and the
peanuts are raining down.
And I'm afraid to say that's
all these fighters deserve...
for the show
they put on tonight.
I'm telling you, it's sad to
see a fighter that was once...
reduced to this.
It's all right, Jimmy.
An embarrassment,
that's what it was.
An embarrassment!
Where the hell's the purse?
You wouldn't have
to be asking that...
if you gave a sh*t
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,
Joe.
Whatever Braddock was gonna do
in boxing, I guess he's done it.
Wait a minute.
That's all.
Oh, boy.
Mr. Johnston!
Jim.
What's 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? It's 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, Jim.
Go home? Go home with what?
Go home with what? A broken
hand from Mount Vernon?
Mr. Johnston!
Baby?
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.
Jimmy,
what happened to your hand?
It's broke again
in three places.
They said I'm through, Mae.
They said
I can't be a boxer no more.
Mercy.
Okay.
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 hand's broken.
They see me
lugging this around,
you're right,
they won't pick me.
Not down the docks,
not anywhere.
with the shoe polish.
Okay?
I'm sorry.
No.
No.
No.
I need five and only five!
Come on, Jake!
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five. That's it!
What the hell happened
to your face?
I got in a fight.
Yeah?
What'd you go do that for?
That's 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 sh*t.
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.
What's 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.
It's been a while, but... You
don't have to twist my arm.
Yeah, I used to be a broker.
Still lost it all in '29.
Yeah, me, too.
I had just about everything
I ever earned in stocks.
Even had a little
taxi company.
on cabs in New York City, right?
Well, I thought that one
was gold for the grandkiddies.
You know, there's people living
Call it the Hooverville.
This government's
dropped us flat.
We need to organize, you know?
Unionize. Fight back.
Fight? Fight what?
Bad luck? Greed? Drought?
you can't see.
No, we'll work
a way through this.
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