Gentleman Jim Page #7

and I'm stopping this fight.

- He should've been a dancer.

- Yes.

Attaboy, Jim.

You'll knock him flat, there.

Hey! Don't muss my hair up.

Listen, Tony, the guy's a dancing master.

He'll dance himself out in a couple rounds.

Just keep chopping with that left.

When he opens up, lower

the boon with that right.

You know what to do when

you're in there, sweetheart.

Now, keep away from him,

Jimmy. He's pretty smart.

Yeah.

- But I know something he doesn't know.

- What's that?

How hard he hit me with that right.

Look out, Jim.

- Come on.

- Give it to him, Joe. Give it to him.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

1, 2...

- Will he get up? Will he get up?

- How do I know?

...3, 4...

- But you're his manager, ain't you?

...5, 6.

1, 2, 3,

4, 5, 6.

Jimmy! Get up!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Hey, wait a minute. You can't go in there.

I want to see that he gets a fair deal.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Springtime's over. Take it

easy. Come on, don't get excited.

The Olympic Club bunch are

betting against me, aren't they?

- Just about $15,000 worth.

- That's good.

You're boxing pretty, Jim.

Just dance away from him.

- And stick that left in his face.

- All right. All right.

Get in there.

You're all wet, Mr. Corbett.

- Throw him a rope. Throw him a rope.

- Don't worry about a rope. He can swim.

Paging Mr. Corbett. Paging Mr. Corbett.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Mrs. Corbett. Mrs. Corbett.

Jim won. Jim won, Mrs. Corbett.

Jim won! He knocked him out.

He won. Here he comes now.

Come on, Jim.

- Hello, Ma.

- Are you all right, Son?

Oh, sure. Sure. He never even touched me.

Ma, you should've been there. Jim

knocked him as cold as a cucumber.

And Choynski was tough, Ma.

Aw, Choynski couldn't punch

a hole in a pound of butter.

- He knocked Jim out of the ring.

- Jim slipped.

I never saw such a fight,

Mrs. Corbett, in all me days.

Everything happened but a fire and a flood.

Yeah, Ma. And because Jim won tonight,

they want him to fight

Jake Kilrain in New Orleans,

six rounds for $2,500.

What do you think of that?

- And who is Kilrain?

- Who's Kilrain?

Shut up.

It's a great mistake for him to meet Kilrain.

Kilrain's twice his size and a terror.

- I saw him fight Sullivan.

- He's right, Jim.

You're not ready for him yet.

He's a tough man and a bruiser.

- But, Pa, I may be able to wear him down.

- What do you mean, wear him down?

Why, if Kilrain ever caught up to you,

he'd knock you so cold

we'd have to thaw you out.

That's a fine way to talk

about your own brother.

- Why, for two cents I'd...

- Take it easy.

- Here, cut that out.

- Jim! Where's your new suit?

Well, Ma, I didn't have time to...

Harry, what have you done with my tie?

- Somebody must have copped it.

- Copped it?

Pop, he says they copped it. My best tie...

Quit squawking about a

two-bit tie, will you?

A two-bit tie? I'll take...

Mother, he's got no right to touch my ties.

Come on and we'll have a cup of tea.

The way he carries on, you'd

think I'd lost a diamond ring.

You ain't even bright enough to

hold onto a tie, let alone a diamond.

- Shut up, you, or I'll tie you in a knot.

- Yeah?

- You and who else?

- Do you hear?

Into the barn! Into the barn!

Get in there! Come on!

The Corbetts are at it again.

- Is this seat taken?

- No, ma'am.

- Would you care to sit by the window?

- No, thank you.

- You're a gentleman, sir.

- Thank you, ma'am. And a scholar.

- I said you're welcome.

- Oh.

Are you going all the way to New Orleans?

- Yes, ma'am.

- First time?

First time, ma'am.

- How long do you expect to stay?

- Oh, about six rounds.

In Milwaukee, Corbett took this

Ed Kinney in four rounds, see?

Well, Corbett's all right in the sticks, but

wait till he meets Charlie Mitchell, yeah.

Thanks, gents. What do

you think of Corbett now?

A lucky guy.

Why do people pay good

money to see him as an actor?

Come on, folks.

- Father Burke.

- Good luck to you, Pat.

Thank you, Father.

Don't close that door, Mary, it's bad luck.

- Oh, Ma, don't be so superstitious.

- I'm not superstitious.

But I'm taking no chances.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Kate.

- Goodbye, Molly.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mary. Be a good girl.

Come on, Ma. Give me the lamp.

Get in now and hurry it up,

or I'll give the lamp to

the lady standing here.

Give me the bird cage.

What're you dragging this thing around

for? The bird died five years ago.

- Here, take this.

- Oh, stop crying, Ma.

- Take this.

- You should be glad

- to be moving to Nob Hill.

- You'll be living amongst the big bugs.

Goodbye, Nora.

We'll be up to see you as

soon as you get settled.

Don't bring your old man if he ain't sober.

Well, don't bring him if he is.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Ain't it strange and wonderful,

Father, how the right hand of God

- reaches down to help the poor?

- Yes, Mrs. Casey.

But this time he had the

help of a very good left.

Quiet! Quiet!

Quiet!

Quiet, the lot of you!

Quiet!

The drinks are on my boy, Jim.

He gave his family a

beautiful home on Nob Hill.

He gave his mother a

beautiful sealskin coat, too.

And he bought this saloon

for his two brothers.

And he sends his best regards

to the lot of you from New York.

And what's more,

he can lick any man in the world.

And we're not even excluding...

- John.

- L.

Sullivan.

Boy, can that Sullivan swing

an ax. Look at those chips fly.

Hey, Jim, in your show you

ought to saw a tree in two.

Shut up, will you? He's terrible.

Besides, the log was practically

chopped when the curtain went up.

What a ham, acting with an ax.

He probably has to chop wood

because he can't remember lines.

Well, he's still the champ, Jim.

You can't take that away from him.

Yeah, what a ham.

- Yeah.

- What a ham.

What a ham.

Say, John, who do you think's sitting

out there, in a box with his manager?

How should I know? One of

my challengers, I suppose.

I'm gonna have to begin to wade

through the tramps, I guess.

This is no tramp, John. This

is James J. Corbett himself.

Corbett himself. Corbett himself?

Where do you get the "Corbett himself" stuff?

Well, at least he's proved

he's one of the best contenders.

Look at that 61-round

draw with Peter Jackson.

Peter Jackson. Do you

mean Peter Jackson himself?

Do you mean Charlie Mitchell himself?

Say, there's only one man in

the world you can call himself,

- and that's the champion himself.

- Yeah, that's right, John.

- Come in.

- Mr. Sullivan, Mr. James J. Corbett.

- Mr. Sullivan.

- Mr. James J. Corbett himself.

Well, I'm glad to meet Mr. Corbett himself.

And it's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

- Quite a grip you have there.

- Sit down. Sit down, Mr. Corbett.

- Thank you very much.

- Have a drink. Have a drink.

No, thanks. I'm on the wagon.

You don't tell me. On the wagon, is it?

On the wagon itself!

Well, I've been a long time

trying to meet you, Mr. Sullivan.

I've seen you around San Francisco a few

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