Million Dollar Baby Page #6

Always protect yourself.

People never take their own advice.

If she was gonna leave Frankie,

better she did it to him then.

Mr. Mickey Mack?

I'm Maggie Fitzgerald.

I hear you're a real good manager,

doing good things for Big Willie.

But I thought you should know

I ain't never leaving Mr. Dunn...

...so you don't need to make any more

excuses to bump into me.

Sorry for interrupting your dinner.

Maggie always did like

taking them out in the first round.

The letters always came back

marked the same way:

"Return to sender."

I'll make you some coffee.

What are you doing with your money?

- Saving it.

- Good girl.

You know, you save enough of it,

you ought to get yourself a little house.

Cash, no mortgage.

Gonna be a while before I can do that.

Yeah, well, it might be a stretch...

...but you gotta get yourself

a place of your own.

Go around wasting it on things

that don't matter and what do you got?

You understand?

Pretty soon, you wait long enough,

you got nothing.

Okay, soon as I get the money.

I made a lot of mistakes in my life. I'm just

trying to keep you from doing the same.

I know, boss.

- I'm not gonna live forever.

- What is it?

It's a tape on that girl in England

you're gonna fight.

If you're gonna go for the title,

we got some moves to... Hey.

Hey, get the hell down.

You know how old I am?

- Thank you, boss. Thank you so much.

- Yeah.

You're welcome, darling. Here, just...

Here, let me put this in the machine.

What machine?

Don't have a TV, huh?

No.

Yeah!

All right. Okay.

- Ten minutes, love.

- Thank you.

Man says he loves me.

He's probably not

the first one to say that.

First since my daddy.

I win, you think he'll propose?

You win, I'll propose.

Look, I got you a gift here.

I think they gave you somebody else's.

No, no, this is it.

What's it mean?

I don't know.

Just something in Gaelic.

- It's beautiful.

- Yeah, I thought so.

- Yeah.

- Real silk thread.

From the United States

of America, the challenger...

...Maggie Fitzgerald.

Mo cuishle.

Did you see what was on her robe?

- Mo cuishle. Mo cuishle.

- Mo cuishle.

She wasn't the main attraction.

She was on the undercard

of a middleweight title fight.

But ask someone who was there...

... they couldn't tell you who else

fought that night.

Box.

- Come on!

- Mo cuishle!

Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle!

Mo cuishle!

Mo cuishle!

Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle!

She's tough.

I can't get inside.

I can't get close enough to hit her.

- You know why that is?

- Why?

She's a better fighter than you are.

She's younger, she's stronger,

and she's more experienced. Now...

...what are you gonna do about it?

Get in there.

Box.

Three, four, five, six...

...seven, eight, nine, ten.

Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle!

- Mo cuishle!

- Mo cuishle!

I could ask someone, you know?

Good.

You find out, you let me know.

Whatever it meant, the name stuck.

Maggie fought in Edinburgh and Paris,

Brussels and Amsterdam.

It was always mo cuishle.

Seems there are

Irish people everywhere...

... or people who wanna be.

By the time they came back

to the States...

... Maggie was in a whole new league.

Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle! Mo cuishle!

After that they got another offer

to fight for the title.

What's the split?

- Sixty-forty.

- Good.

We'll take 60 and you take 40,

being as that Maggie's the draw.

That little girl?

You think I'm wrong, really?

You think people are saying...

...that they wanna see some scabby Kraut

beat up on little Miss What's-Her-Name?

You find someone who says that,

and we'll take the 40.

There you go.

They're at 60-40,

but they'll come up to 50-50.

How's that girl doing?

Well, she's got a concussion

and a broken eardrum.

She be all right?

- And if she isn't?

- Maybe I should send her something.

Well, you could send her your check

if you'd like. I'm sure she'd take it.

Boss?

That little house we talked about?

I bought it.

Well, smart girl.

For my mama. It's only about a mile

from where she lives now.

No mortgage, just like you said.

You're a good daughter.

She don't know about it yet.

I was hoping maybe we could

stay an extra day, drive over there?

I know she wants to meet you.

Yeah, we could do that.

Oh, my God. Mama, come on out here.

Mary M.'s here.

- This is the Johnsons' old house.

- Not anymore.

It's all yours, Mama.

For you and Mardell and the kids.

- Mary M., you bought this for me?

- Yeah, all yours, free and clear.

Darling...

There's no fridge. No stove neither.

They'll be here before you move in.

- How much money did this cost you?

- Never mind that.

- You shouldn't have done this.

- You need a decent place.

You shouldn't have done it.

You should've asked me first.

Government's gonna find out about this,

they're gonna stop my welfare.

- Mama, no, they ain't.

- They are. You're fine, you're working...

...but I can't live without my welfare.

Mama, I'll send you money.

What about my medicine?

Medicaid gonna cut me off.

- How am I supposed to get my medicine?

- I'll send you more money.

I hope you don't expect J.D.

To move in with us.

He's getting out, you know.

Why didn't you just give me the money?

Why'd you have to buy me a house?

I didn't have to, Mama, but it's yours.

You want the money, sell it.

I don't...

I know you didn't mean

nothing hurtful...

...but sometimes you just

don't think things through.

- That's true, Mama.

- I'll try and keep the house.

I'm just worried about

all those expenses.

I'll send you some more money.

That man hitting you?

It's from the fight.

I'm a fighter, Mama.

Find a man, Mary M.

Live proper.

People hear about what you're doing

and they laugh.

Hurts me to tell you,

but they laugh at you.

Hi.

You ever own a dog?

Nope.

Closest I ever came was

a middleweight from Barstow.

My daddy had a German shepherd, Axel.

Axel's hindquarters were so bad...

...he had to drag himself

room to room by his front legs.

Me and Mardell would bust up laughing...

...watching him scoot

across the kitchen floor.

Daddy, he was so sick by then,

he couldn't hardly stand himself.

But one morning he got up,

carried Axel to his rig...

...and the two of them went off

into the woods, singing and howling.

But it wasn't till he got home

that night alone that I saw...

...the shovel in the back of the truck.

Sure miss watching

the two of them together.

I got nobody but you, Frankie.

Well, you've got me.

At least, that is,

until we find you a good manager.

Hey, can we stop just up here?

Yeah.

This place has

the best lemon pie around.

None of that canned-filling crap.

Now I can die and go to heaven.

I used to come here with Daddy.

Wonder if a place like this is for sale.

I got a little bit of savings.

That's fine, fine, thanks.

Hey, what the hell's Danger looking at?

Looks like another bottle of water.

Wanna come to Vegas with us?

Watch you suffer over the nickel slots?

My heart can't take that kind of pounding.

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