Gentleman Jim Page #6

Come on now, boys. Come on, come on.

I can lick any man in the world.

"Choynski," he says.

"Who's Choynski?" I asked.

"My kid brother Jim can beat

him. " You know what he said?

What?

Said you were a lucky kid. Never

met anybody but third-raters.

"Yeah?" I said. "What about Patty Ryan?

"What about Butch Kruger?

Who knocked them out?"

"Well, who ain't?" he goes on.

George, hold your tongue and leave Jim alone.

He's got another fine job,

and he's through with fighting.

Ma, let him have one more.

Let him meet Choynski.

- Yes, Ma, why don't you?

- Hello, here comes Pop.

Oh, he's walking that tightrope again.

Whoa, Pop, take off your skates.

- Hello, Pop.

- Hi, Pop.

I don't know that I should

associate with anybody here

- after what happened to me today.

- What happened?

- What did you do, Pop?

- What's the matter with your hand?

- Do you see that hand?

- Yes, yeah.

- Do you see it?

- What about it?

Well, you're gazing on the hand that

shook the hand of John L. Sullivan.

- John L. Sullivan.

- John L. Sullivan.

- John Sullivan.

- John L. Sullivan.

John L. Sullivan himself. Here it is.

Well, what are you planning on doing with it?

I'm not even gonna wash it.

Look out. Look out. He'll

hit you with his right.

Hello, Miss Ware. Hello, Mr. Dewitt.

Well, Corbett, we haven't seen

you since the evening of your...

- your celebration.

- Yeah, that's right.

Why, no, I dropped into

the bank a few days later,

and they hadn't seen you, either.

Oh, yes, yes. I resigned. Took a little trip.

- Really? Where did you go?

- Salt Lake City.

Salt Lake? Whatever did you go there for?

Oh, I wanted to see the lake.

Oh, excuse me.

- Boy, that's the one that did it.

- Hello, John.

- How are you? I'm glad to see you.

- Good heavens.

Now, there's something that

you can tell your kids, lady.

You've felt the arm what

shook the world. And the hand.

She'll probably ask him

for an autographed picture.

Possibly, she's the most

unpredictable young lady.

Good night, miss.

Where's my cab, boys?

Gentlemen, my life is complete. I

just felt the arm what shook the world.

What shook the world?

Oh, Corbett, we were looking for

a place to have a little snack.

- Would you care to join us?

- No, thanks. No, no.

Oh, come on.

Come and see the show!

Sullivan the Great.

That was certainly a pretty sight, Miss Ware.

You poring over Sullivan like that.

Why, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Carlton, what's he talking about?

Yeah, what are you driving at, Corbett?

Well, you ought to be ashamed of

yourself, too, for allowing it.

- She's your girl, isn't she?

- How dare you?

- Have you any idea who you're talking to?

- Well, I know I'm not talking to my girl.

You know what I'd do with

you if you were my girl?

I'd just put you right over my

knee and give you a good spanking.

- What do you think of that?

- Your girl?

Being your girl is so far

beyond my imagination...

Look, Miss Ware, let me tell you something.

When a girl loses her dignity,

she loses something important.

She loses class.

And feeling that big lug's arm like

that, why, that's hero worship stuff...

Look who he's calling a

big lug. John L. Sullivan.

Now, come on. Let's stop

fighting about nothing. Come on.

Oh, be quiet, Carlton. You

ought to knock his block off.

Oh, don't do that, Dewitt. I

gotta fight Choynski next week.

- Are you gonna fight Choynski?

- Yeah.

Oh, please, Mr. Corbett. Fight

Choynski. It's just what you need.

That's the girl. You just keep

pulling for me to lose, will you?

That's the way I like

it. Brings me good luck.

Come on, Carlton. Good night, Mr. Corbett.

Good night.

Thanks for the snack.

Be sure you get all these things in, now.

- Did you put in some sticking plaster?

- Don't forget the shoes.

- And the towels.

- The best ones.

- And look, there's his tights.

- Oh, they're pretty.

Just like an acrobat's.

Look at these things. They look

like a couple of boiled lobsters.

Bare knuckles is the way to fight, I say.

Don't you know it's bad luck

to wear your hats in the house?

Where is the lad?

Hey, Jim! Stop brushing

your hair and get started.

Choynski'll think you ain't gonna show up.

- If I had my way, he wouldn't show up.

- Oh, now, Ma. Don't start that again.

I'll speak my mind. It's like

throwing a lamb to a wolf.

- Oh, here he is.

- How are you, Jim?

I got everything in the bag here.

- All right.

- Come on, Jim. Let's go.

You go ahead. I'll be right with you.

- Now what?

- Oh, go ahead.

Now, Ma. Is that a nice way to act?

Why, if I knew you were at home

crying here, I couldn't win the fight.

I can't help it, Jim. I

know no good will come of it.

- And you'll get hurt.

- I won't get hurt.

Why, he won't even touch me.

And do you know what I'm

gonna do with the prize money?

The first thing, I'm gonna buy you

the most beautiful sealskin

coat you ever saw in your life.

Will you like that? Come

on, give me a smile now.

A nice big smile. Bigger.

Bigger. Bigger. That's the girl.

Come on, Jim. You gonna wait all night?

Yeah. Hurry it up, Jim.

What time you think it is?

Come on. Hurry up.

I'll be back in an hour. Now, no more crying.

Goodbye.

- Jim.

- Yes, Mom?

Do you think I'll look

good in a sealskin coat?

Like a queen, Ma. Like a queen.

Hey, Jim. Come on, we'll be late.

- Hello, Judge.

- Oh, good luck.

Mr. Huntington, Miss Ware.

You all know my friend

Walter Lowrie, don't you?

- Well, you bet I do. Very well.

- You ought to, Judge.

Well, Miss Ware, if I get knocked out,

I hope you throw a little water on me.

When you get knocked out, Mr. Corbett,

I'll throw some champagne on you.

Well, make sure it's good champagne.

- Hello, Dewitt.

- Best of luck, Corbett.

- Nice to have seen you.

- This is going to be sad.

Corbett is a lamb being led to the slaughter.

Well, he needs some of that

conceit knocked out of him.

So you showed up, huh?

Hey, Pop, come here. Bet

this for me, will you?

- What? Shall I bet the watch, too?

- Sure, bet it all.

- Hello, Father.

- Jim, you're fighting a good lad.

- Now, watch your left. Good luck to you.

- I know. All right, I will.

- Knock him flat, Jim.

- Okay.

- Good luck, Jim.

- All right, George.

- Hey, you've got my good tie on, Harry.

- I'll take care of it.

Well, mind you do.

Who's got all that Choynski money?

- Hey, the gloves ain't here.

- Shut up. Here, put these on.

Come on. Get them on!

- Hey, what is this?

- You'll cut him to ribbons with these.

All right. Come on.

Shake hands.

Hey, what's the idea, Choynski?

Where's your boxing gloves?

He lost them. That's

what he did. He lost them.

Yeah? Well, he can't fight with those.

Aw, nix on that. We won't fight

you without regulation gloves.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Billy.

He can use gloves, no gloves, bare knuckles.

He can use a baseball bat if

he wants. Let's get started.

I'm sheriff of this county,

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