Raging Bull Page #13

VICKIE:

(from inside bathroom)

Nobody, I tell you. Jake stop it.

JAKE:

You're a f***in' liar.

He breaks down the door.

JAKE (CONT'D)

Who've you been f***in'? Salvy?

(hits her)

Tommy Como?

(hits her)

I can't trust nobody.

(hits her)

Did you f*** Joey?

(hits her)

Who you been f***in'?

She finally manages to push him away.

VICKIE:

All right, I f***ed everybody! Go

ahead, kill me, kill me.

VICKIE takes JAKE's hand and hits herself. JAKE is

stunned.

VICKIE (CONT'D)

I'll say anything you want me to

say. I fuckled Salvy. I f***ed

Tommy. I f***ed your brother. I

f***ed everybody! What do you want

to hear? I sucked your brother's

f***in' cock!

JAKE:

You did?

VICKIE:

Yeah, I sucked his cock.

JAKE starts to walk away. VICKIE goes after him.

JAKE is gone.

INT. JOEY'S PELHAM PARKWAY HOUSE - DAY

JOEY is at the kitchen table eating lunch with his

family. His wife, LENORE, her hair done up in pin

curls, sits next to him. JOEY's TWO KIDS sit across

the table from them, bickering.

JOEY:

(to kids)

Don't hit your brother! Be nice.

Suddenly, JAKE comes through the front door, goes

directly to the table, grabs JOEY, lifts him into

the air, and starts hitting him.

JOEY (CONT'D)

Jake, stop it.

JAKE keeps hitting JOEY. The KIDS start to cry.

LENORE wants to stop the fight, but is afraid to

get too close.

JAKE:

Was Vickie part of the deal with

Tommy? Was my wife part of the

deal? Tell me, was that it?

JOEY:

Stop it. What're you, crazy?

JAKE drags JOEY into the living room, and pushes

him onto the floor.

JAKE:

(kneeling over Joey and

hitting him)

You didn't tell me. You didn't tell

me. You let me marry her. You let

me marry her.

VICKIE rushes into the house, past LENORE and the

TWO KIDS who are screaming even louder now.

VICKIE:

(hitting Jake on his back

as he hits Joey)

You're killing him. You're killing

him for nothing. Stop it.

JAKE:

(hits her)

Get the f*** outa here. Whadda you

mean nothing'? You stupid b*tch!

VICKIE:

(still hitting Jake)

Nothing is what I said! Go on, kull

me.

(hits him)

Kill me.

(hits him)

I'm not afraid of you anymore. I

don't care if you kill me like

you're killing him. You're a sick

animal.

JOEY is knocked out. LENORE goes over to him and

holds him.

JAKE:

(to Vickie)

You're the f***in' animal! You ran

around with every guy I knew while

I was breakin' my ass for you.

VICKIE:

(as she pushes and hits

Jake to the front door)

You're not only an animal, you're a

stupid animal.

(pushes and hits him out

the front door)

You're rotten.

(hits him)

Rotten.

(hits him)

Rotten.

(hits him)

You're a sick maniac. A maniac! You

belong in a mental hospital.

EXT. JOEY'S PELHAM PARKWAY HOUSE - DAY

VICKIE gives JAKE a final push out the door and

then slams it in his face.

JAKE is left alone on the front steps.

DISSOLVE:

TO:

INT. JAKE'S PELHAM PARKWAY HOUSE - LIVING ROOM -

EARLY EVENING:

JAKE sits alone in the darkness.

VICKIE lets herself in. She comes and stands behind

him.

VICKIE:

Well, he ain't dead in case you're

interested.

(pause)

I'm leaving you.

And I don't care if you do try to

kill me. Go ahead. I'm not afraid

of you anymore. There's worse

things than being dead and one of

them's living with you --

(pause)

I'm leaving tonight. I must have

been crazier than you are for

stayin' with you this long. You're

hopeless. You're not gonna let

anybody love you. I kept thinking

that you'd change when you got to

be the champ... But I just can't

take it anymore. I'm taking the

kids and I'm leavin'.

There is a pause.

JAKE:

Aw, Vickie, aw Vickie, please no.

Vickie, no... don't leave me.

Christ, I'm pleading... I know, I

know all the bad things, but I need

you. I'm a bum without you and the

kids. I'll change. Aw, Vickie,

maybe I don't do it the right way,

but I love you. I love you.

There is a pause.

VICKIE:

You know, if there's one thing -- I

just don't understand you, not one

single little bit. You love me?

JAKE:

Yeah --

DISSOLVE:

TO:

INT. STEAM BATH - NIGHT

The steam is oppressively thick. It must be 140

degrees.

JAKE, nude, does push-ups on the floor. His body is

bathed in sweat.

He pushes himself up, then collapses. His eyes are

glazed over from lack of strength.

He makes his way to the door and pounds on it.

TONY opens the door and gets on his knees beside

JAKE.

TONY:

It ain't worth it, Jake. Get out.

JAKE:

(barely coherent)

What time is it?

TONY:

Nine o'clock.

JAKE:

At night?

TONY:

Yeah. At night.

JAKE:

How many pounds I gotta lose?

TONY:

Three more, I figure.

JAKE:

Just give me a chip of ice to put

in my mouth. Just a chip of ice.

TONY:

I'll give you anything you want,

Jake. I think you should come out

for a few minutes -- give yourself

a break.

JAKE:

(barely audible)

Are you outa your mind? If I come

out, I'll lose the title.

INT. JAKE'S PELHAM PARKWAY HOUSE - LIVING ROOM

VICKIE is seated on the sofa, reading newspapers.

JAKE is pacing.

VICKIE:

Jake, why don't you just try lying

down and get some rest.

JAKE:

I don't know what it is. I dunno,

it's the kind of thing that -- the

words won't come out.

VICKIE:

Jake --

JAKE:

What?

VICKIE:

I want to say something to you

without you blowing your stack.

JAKE:

OK. Talk.

VICKIE:

(pause)

Why don't you just call him up?

JAKE:

What do I say to him? Call him up

on the phone and say, "Joey, I'm

sorry about that little trouble we

had. How about havin' dinner?" Is

that what I say?

VICKIE:

No, not that.

JAKE:

Then what?

VICKIE:

(pause)

I don't know.

INT. OLYMPIA STADIUM, DETROIT - NIGHT (SEPT. 13,

1950)

The LAMOTTA-DAUTHUILLE middleweight championship is

told through the eyes and words of the RINGSIDE

ANNOUNCER. JAKE is not doing well.

RINGSIDE ANNOUNCER

... Ladies and gentlemen, I've sat

in front of these microphones for

over twenty years but this is the

strangest championship bout I've

ever seen. With two minutes to go

in the final round, the champion,

the mighty Bull from the Bronx, is

just simply taking punch after

punch from the challenger.

Dauthuille scores a combination,

then backpedals.

LaMotta pursues him. One minute to

go. Laurent DauthuiLlle, who has

already beat Lamotta in a non-title

bout, is about to fulfill a dream --

to bring the middleweight crown

back to France.

In the ring, JAKE looks like he's on queer street.

Bouncing off the ropes, opening his jaw to

DAUTHUILLE. But DAUTHUILLE's punches lack strength.

JAKM is playing possum.

RINGSIDE'ANNOUNCER

Thirty seconds to go. The Bull

starts to swing. LaMotta comes in

for a brutal body combinaticn: one,

two, three, four punches. LaMotta

has landed a solid left hook to the

Frenchman's jaw! Dauthuille seems

confused. LaMotta is swinging

wildly now:
right, left, right,

left! Dauthuille is backing off!

Everyone is on their feet! I can

hardly see, ladies and gentlemen.

Dauthuille is on the ropes. LaMotta

hits a right -- Dauthuille is down!

Dauthuille is down! Referee Lou

Handler is counting him out --

three, four, five -- if Dauthuille

can stand, he'll win the decision --

eight, nine -- Dauthuille is on

one knee -- ten! It's all over!

With thirteen seconds left on the

clock, Jake LaMotta has retained

his middleweight championship in

one of the most remarkable combacks

in boxing! Dauthuille is standing

now, confused. But the fight is

over.

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