Gentleman Jim Page #5

night we got pinched at the fight

and taken down to the jail?

That's the funniest thing I ever saw.

Him in there with all the rest of us.

- Wilbur, what is he referring to?

- Why, I...

Oh, my dear, there's a mistake.

- Young man, you're intoxicated.

- Who? Me? No, sir.

You remember we sat right next

to each other in the patrol wagon?

Wilbur, explain yourself.

Hey, Judge, did I say something wrong?

I guess I did.

Look here, Dewitt. That friend of Corbett's

is getting completely out of hand.

I know. He's tight as an owl.

He buttonholed me three times to

describe the fight blow by blow,

as if I hadn't been there.

Well, now, you're the chairman

of the floor committee.

I think you should ask him to leave.

Well, all right. But I hope he

doesn't try and make a scene.

He can't do much more

than he did to Judge Geary.

Come on. Drink up. This

is good stuff, isn't it?

- On the house, too.

- Sure.

Can I speak to you a minute?

Hello, Dewitt. How are you?

Say, that was a pretty good

speech you made tonight.

- You remember the part...

- Yeah, "10 rounds or perhaps shorter. "

- Will you have a drink?

- No, thanks. No.

- Come on. It's on the house.

- It's on the house.

Listen, Corbett, this is

very embarrassing to me.

But I'm afraid we'll have to

ask your friend here to leave.

- Who, me?

- If you don't mind. I'm terribly sorry.

Why has he got to leave?

What's the matter with him?

Well, among other things,

he isn't in formal attire,

which was obligatory tonight.

Some of our ex-gold miners

are very particular about form.

Oh, they are, are they?

- Well, he looks all right to me.

- Well, this a very nice suit. It's...

- Well, it's dark, anyway.

- Please. Let's not have a scene.

A scene? I already put on one

scene for you tonight, didn't I?

Can't I ask a friend in

here? He's not doing any harm.

Oh, no. It's all right, Jim. I'll go.

Yeah. All right. Wait a minute, Walter.

Well, will you answer my

question, Dewitt? Can I or can't I?

I'm sorry, Corbett, but this

is a strict rule of the Club.

- He must leave.

- All right.

- If he goes, I go, too.

- That's entirely up to you.

- I had hoped you might understand.

- Understand?

Sure, I understand perfectly. You mean,

it's all right for me to stay here, huh?

'Cause I'm like a sort of trained seal?

But now I've done my act, my

friend isn't a part of the deal.

- Is that it? Yeah, yeah.

- Not that at all.

I hear some of you

gentlemen already lost $1,000

trying to put me in my place tonight.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but I sure thought you'd be better sports

than to try and get back at me this way.

Come on, Walter. Let's get out of here.

Let's get our coats and hats first.

Paging Mr. Corbett. Paging Mr. Corbett.

Paging Mr. Corbett.

Can I make up this room now?

- Hey, Walter.

- What?

Where are we?

I don't know. This ain't

my room. It must be yours.

No. It's not mine.

- It looks like a hotel.

- Hotel?

- What would we be doing in a hotel?

- Oh, I don't know.

Do you know what? I think we passed out.

- Yeah.

- What's the last thing you remember?

Well.

We got kicked out of the

Olympic Club. You remember that?

- Yeah.

- Then, we went to one,

two, three bars. That's all I remember.

Yes, yes, yes.

Jim, we got to get going.

We got to get to the bank.

Yeah. Come on. Come on.

Hand me my shoes, will you?

Yeah.

- You got it?

- Yeah. No, that's not it.

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Hey.

- What?

- What were we doing on a train?

- Train?

- You must have been dreaming.

- I guess so.

I wonder what part of town we're in.

Hey...

Jim, come here.

If this is San Francisco, it's a

part of town I never saw before.

- Look.

- What?

That big sign. Salt Lake Ice Company.

Salt Lake City.

Well, it can't be. That's

way back east somewhere.

Salt Lake City.

- That's where the Mormons come from.

- How did we ever get here?

- I don't know.

- How much money you got?

I'm broke.

Thirty-five cents.

Gee. What's the bank gonna do for tellers?

What're the tellers gonna do for a bank?

Hiya, Corbett.

Well, here's your 10 bucks.

Everything is all set,

and Miller is raring to go.

- My 10 bucks?

- Sure,

you said you'd fight him for 10 bucks.

In fact, last night, you

said you'd fight him for five.

But Miller's a little tough,

so I've decided to give you 10.

Miller? Who's Miller?

- Who's Miller?

- He's a big, local pug.

He'd make two of you. Say,

- you are a fighter, ain't you?

- Sure. Sure, I am, but...

But what?

Oh, I see. Not enough dough, huh?

All right, I'll get somebody else.

Not smart, that's me.

I pick drunks out of a saloon.

He tells me he just knocked

out the champion of England.

Why, I ought to know better. Give me my...

Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Let's get this thing straight.

Oh, I'm a little dizzy, you know,

it seems that last night I was...

A little, you know...

Yeah. You were a little more

than "you know" last night.

You were soused. What a bun!

Well, we... Yeah, we had a little

wine. But where do I fight and when?

Well, now that sounds a little

better. Now, here's the setup.

It's a six-fight card. All

boys here from Salt Lake City.

All good boys, I know them all.

- Well, in a private club or what?

- What do you mean, a private club?

I'm Billy Delaney. None

of that small stuff for me.

I'm strictly big time.

No amateur smokers for me.

I'll see you later tonight, boys.

Delaney's Bar over on Tucker

road. And be there early, will you?

- Sure.

- So long, champ.

So long.

- Do you wanna fight, too?

- No, I just wanna get my job back.

Oh, the door.

Jim, you can't fight. You're

not in any condition to fight.

- You must feel as bad as I do.

- I feel just as bad as you do.

But I've got to fight.

I took the guy's money.

- We've gotta get home.

- Yeah.

Anyway, I can probably lick the guy.

- Yeah, but you're not a professional.

- Professional?

Professional.

Some of those boys do all right.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

- 6...

- I don't blame you, gents.

I ought to beg your pardon for even

bringing in such a ham-and-egger.

1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7,

8, 9, 10.

Jim, you won. You won, you hear me? You won.

Great, kid, great. What a comeback.

What you need is a good manager,

a smart guy to bring you along.

I ain't seen nobody hit like

that but John L. Sullivan.

I can lick any man in the world.

Mike, drinks for everybody in the house.

Tonight the Palace Bar is taken

over by John L. Sullivan himself.

And I want to shake the

hand of every one of you.

- Glad to meet you, champ.

- I'm glad to meet you, sir.

- I saw you fight Kilrain.

- Kilrain's a great fighter, a great man.

Come on now, boys. Come on,

the drinks are all on me.

Get up there.

Well, I'd be in Ireland a long time

before ever this'd happen to me.

What's that, sir?

Meeting and shaking hands

with John L. Sullivan himself.

- Oh, well, that's fine, sir. That's fine.

- You know,

I have a boy who's a fighter, too.

Oh, well, I'd like to meet him sometime, sir.

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