Gentleman Jim Page #10

under which this championship

battle is to be fought.

No foul punches.

When I tell you to break,

you step back clean.

No punches in the breakaway.

Now, shake hands and come

out fighting with the bell.

Watch your beard now, Mr.

Sullivan. Don't trip over it.

Steady, Jim. Steady.

Left jab!

- Move around!

- Knock him over, Jim!

Come on, Jim. Come on.

The end of round three.

A thousand says Corbett

won't come up for the sixth.

Seems like all this Corbett fella wants...

- Got any results from the fight yet, Jim?

- Just coming over now.

Sullivan looked very tired in the 17th.

Pardon me. The 19th round, sir.

Sullivan hasn't laid a glove on him.

Here's another fight report, boys.

It's the end of the 20th round.

Corbett's still going great.

That's it, Jim.

Get him, Jim.

Get him, Jim.

1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8,

9, 10!

The winner and new

heavyweight champion of the world,

James J. Corbett!

Hurray, hurray, Jim!

Come on, come on. Right here.

Go on, Ma. You and Pa go out and take a bow.

Don't let him fall over, though. Go on, Mary.

No, I don't want to. I want to go with you.

This is a historic occasion,

Vicki. A new king takes the throne.

With all the pomp and

glory. And does he love it.

Do you think it's gone to his head?

Wait a second. I'll show you what I think.

Great boy, this Corbett. Got a great future.

Knew it the first time I laid eyes on him.

So did I. You know, this is a

great honor for San Francisco.

And for the Olympic Club.

Don't forget, we picked him up.

And don't forget, you threw him out.

I worked on that left

hook of Jim's for years.

I showed him how to bring it up

inside just like he did tonight.

Did I ever tell you that Jim and I

used to work side by side in a bank?

To tell you the truth, I'm the one that

talked him into being a prize fighter.

He comes by his fighting

from my side of the family.

The Kerry killers they used

to call us in the old country.

"Look out," you could hear them yell.

"Here comes the Corbetts!"

Wait a minute, wait a

minute, you big bag of wind.

How about us O'Douls?

There never was a time when

one O'Doul couldn't handle

a whole wagonload of Corbetts. Fix your tie.

Yes, darling. I'm no bag

of wind. Don't you say that.

Have a drink.

Just put it there.

Congratulations, Mr. Corbett.

- Thank you, Miss Ware. Thank you.

- Oh, I have a present for you.

- A present from you?

- Yes.

For me? It can't be lilies,

'cause I'm still here.

Well, it wouldn't take many

of those to make a dozen.

How'd you guess my size?

- Hello Jim.

- Hello, John L.

- How are you feeling?

- All right. A little tired.

Me, too.

I got something I wanted to give you, meself.

I've had it a long time. Take

good care of it, will you?

Thanks. Thanks, John. I will.

I'll try to do it as much honor

as you have. You know something?

The first time I saw you fight,

I was just a bit of a kid.

There wasn't a man alive who

could have stood up to you then.

And tonight, well, I was just mighty glad

that you weren't the John

L. Sullivan of 10 years ago.

Is that what you're thinking now?

That's what I was thinking before

I even got into the ring with you.

That's a fine decent

thing for you to say, Jim.

I don't know how we might have come out,

say, eight or 10 years ago.

Maybe I was faster then.

But if I was, tonight you're

the fastest thing on two feet.

Sure, it was like trying to hit a ghost.

I don't know much about this gentleman stuff

they're handing out about you,

but maybe you're bringing something new

to the fight game, something it needs

and never got from fellas

like me. I don't know,

but I do know this, though

it's tough to be a good loser,

it's a lot tougher to be a good winner.

Thanks again, John.

I hope that when my time comes,

I can go out with my head

just as high as yours.

There'll never be another John L. Sullivan.

Thank you, Jim.

- Good luck to you.

- Good luck to you.

- You're thinking about Sullivan?

- Yeah.

I can see him now, walking

back to his room, alone,

lying there all night and thinking,

"What's the use of ever getting up again?"

John L.

He'll never thump another bar and shout,

"I can lick any man in the world. "

He must be lost.

You like Mr. Sullivan, don't you?

- Yeah, I do.

- And he likes you.

The man who pushed him off his throne.

You know, one's heart plays

funny tricks sometimes.

- How do you figure that out?

- Oh, a woman doesn't figure things out,

she just knows all at once.

I've never known a woman yet who

just doesn't know all at once.

- Look, if you're so smart, tell me this.

- I'll try.

- But I don't know how far I can get.

- Do you and I like each other?

- Well, you like me all right and...

- Oh, I get it.

I like you, but you're not

sure whether you like me, huh?

I didn't say that. Now, don't talk

for me, I can do my own talking.

Well, all right. Go ahead.

Talk. How do we stand?

Yes, I like you.

I think you like me more than I like you.

But it wouldn't surprise me

if I loved you more than you love me.

Love? Us?

And then again, I may be wrong.

That's very funny.

You in love with a, what was it

you called me, a shanty Irishman?

Don't kid me, kiddo.

And that's exactly what you

are, a tinhorn, shanty Irishman.

And besides that, you can't see any

further than the end of your nose.

- There you go, getting sore again.

- You tinhorn...

Now wait a minute. Tinhorn, huh?

Shanty Irish, huh? Come here.

Well, what are you laughing at?

You're gonna make a marvelous Corbett.

- A fine way for a gentleman to behave.

- Oh, darling.

That gentleman stuff

never fooled you, did it?

- I'm no gentleman.

- In that case, I'm no lady.

Give them room! Give them room!

Give them room!

The Corbetts are at it again!

The Corbetts are at it again!

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