Raging Bull Page #4

JAKE:

Joey said you wanted to meet me. Is

that right? You wanted to meet me?

VICKIE:

(to Joey)

I just wanted to say hello.

JAKE:

You wanted to say hello, eh? I

can't believe it. When did you fall

outa heaven? Anyone ever tell you

you're the most beautiful one here,

princess of the pool. You got a

baby face. Look at mine. Whatcha

wanna meet me for?

VICKIE:

I don't know. 'Cause you're cute.

JAKE:

(to Joey)

Ya hear, Joey? She thinks this face

is cute? Hey, whatcha doin' now?

You wanna go for a ride?

PAN to car.

VICKIE:

Sure. Gimme a few minutes.

She starts to go.

JAKE:

Hey...

She turns. JAKE kisses his hand and holds it up to

the fence by her lips.

EXT. SHORE ROAD - DAY

JAKE drives his Packard convertible down Shore

Road.

VICKIE sits in the passenger seat, her blonde hair

blowing in the wind. VICKIE feels JAKE's eyes all

over her, and loves it.

On the radio, Bing Crosby sings "Just One More

Charce."

EXT. MINIATURE GOLF COURSE - DAY

JAKE parks across the street from the new miniature

golf course on Shore Road. The Shore Road course is

one of the best. The first green features a pink

windmill.

JAKE and VICKIE get out to cross the street.

VICKIE:

You don't talk very much.

JAKE:

I ain't ever talked to a movie star

before.

VICKIE:

(giggles)

I ain't no movie star. I'm just in

high school.

JAKE:

Oh no? I thought you was a movie

star.

A bus heads toward them.

VICKIE:

Jake! The bus!

JAKE holds up his hand.

JAKE:

Any bus gives you trouble, I knock

it out for ya.

The bus stops for them as they cross the street.

EXT. THE FIRST GREEN - DAY

JAKE sets VICKIE's ball on the tee facing the

windmill.

VICKIE:

You go first. Let me watch how to

do this.

JAKE:

You don't get nothin' done by

watchin'. You just gotta do it.

Here, I'll help you.

JAKE hands VICKIE the putter, then moves behind her

and puts her hand on the club.

JAKE (CONT'D)

That's it. Just grip up a little

tighter. That's it. You're gonna be

real good at this. How does that

feel?

VICKIE:

It feels real good.

JAKE:

Just keep your eye on the ball.

VICKIE:

Should I hit it?

JAKE:

Just give it a nice little tap.

VICKIE swings and the ball rolls into the center of

the windmill. VICKIE breaks free and follows her

ball. JAKE follows.

VICKIE:

I can't find my ball.

JAKE:

Can you see it?

VICKIE bends and looks under the windmill.

VICKIE:

No.

JAKE bends and looks.

VICKIE (CONT'D)

Can you see it?

JAKE:

No.

VICKIE:

What does that mean?

JAKE takes VICKIE by the arm.

JAKE:

It means the game is over.

JAKE throws his putter on the next green.

JAKE (CONT'D)

Let's get outa here.

EXT. ARTHUR AVENUE APARTMENT BUILDING - BRONX - DAY

JAKE and VICKIE pull up to a tenement.

JAKE dashes around the car to open the door for

VICKIE.

They enter the building.

INT. ARTHUR AVENUE APARTMENT - DAY

JOSEPH LAMOTTA, SR. is finishing his Sunday dinner

with a glass of wine as JAKE and VICKIE enter.

JAKE:

Hi Pop. This is my new girlfriend,

Vickie. V for victory. How do you

like that Pop?

JOE LAMOTTA:

V for victory.

VICKIE:

(nervous)

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.

LaMotta.

JOE LAMOTTA:

(in Italian)

Sit down. Eat something.

JAKE is anxious. VICKIE is scared.

JAKE:

C'mon, Pop. You've been in America

so many years. Speak English.

JOE LAMOTTA:

(joking)

You want me to speak English --

F*** you. That's English.

JAKE:

Pop, don't curse. There's a girl

here.

I'm gonna show her around the

house. Why don't you just finish

your wine?

JOE stares at him. JAKE grasps VICKIE's arm firmly.

INT. ARTHUR AVENUE APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY

The bedroom is a few rooms away from the kitchen.

JAKE closes the door. (There is a warm light in the

bedroom.)

VICKIE:

Jake, this is your father's

bedroom.

JAKE:

That's all right. He don't mind.

The room is sparsely furnished. On the bureau,

there is a large framed photo of the boxing

brothers:
JAKE and JOEY LAMOTTA. (JOEY wears a suit

in the picture.)

JAKE puts VICKIE on the bed and removes his jacket

and tie.

VICKIE:

Jake...

JAKE:

It's OK.

He pushes her against the bed and gently undresses

her. They make love.

INT. OLYMPIA STADIUM - DETROIT (FEB. 5, 1943)

JAKE is fighting SUGAR RAY ROBINSON. (It's their

2nd match.) WE SEE highlights of the fight: JAKE is

fighting ferociously, but SUGAR RAY is a formidable

opponent. AN ANNOUNCER'S VOICE gives a blow by blow

description. JAKE takes a lot of punishment from

SUGAR RAY -- until the 8th round. Then, JAKE nails

SUGAR RAY with a savage left. JAKE chases SUGAR RAY

and pounds him with a left and a right. SUGAR RAY

gets in a right cross. They stand toe to toe,

fighting. Then, JAKE lands a left to SUGAR RAY's

stomach, and knocks him through the ropes. JAKE

goes after SUGAR RAY, but the REFEREE stops him.

SUGAR RAY gets back into the ring and sinks to one

knee, while the REFEREE counts to 9. The bell

sounds.

TIME CUT:
THE ANNOUNCER calls out that JAKE is the

winner. JAKE throws kisses. The CROWD goes wild.

INT. GLEASON'S - DAY (1943)

JAKE's press conference.

FIVE REPORTERS meander around the gym, waiting for

JAKE to finish sparring. They are not thrilled with

their assignment. JAKE is not thrilled with having

them there.

The gallery is spotted with the usual BRONX TYPES.

The lone exception is VICKIE, dressed very well,

very sensual, and quite content to watch JAKE make

his SPARRING PARTNERS' lives miserable, despite

their head and belly protectors.

JOEY is off in one of the corners arguing with ONE

of the REPORTERS:

JOEY:

The f***in' papers are full of

Robinson and nothing on Jake -- and

Jake knocked him clear outa the

ring in Detroit. He's the only guy

ever to beat Robinson. Whatsa

matter with you? I thought we had

an arrangement.

REPORTER:

We do Joey. You know we do.

JOEY:

You holding me up for more cash or

what?

The bell sounds, ending the sparring round.

REPORTER:

I can't print nothing if Jake won't

give me nothing.

JOEY walks over to the ring. The REPORTER follows

not far behind.

JOEY:

C'mon, Jake. You're makin' us look

stupid. I brought these guys up

here, now you don't wanna talk to

them? What are ya doin'? Open your

mouth, for Christsake.

JAKE nods his head, steps out of the ring, and goes

directly over to the REPORTER, who is about to say:

"Hi, Jake."

JAKE:

(interrupting)

I'm tallin' you now, when I read

this, it better not make me look

bad.

REPORTER:

Jake, did I ever make you look bad

before?

JAKE:

Maybe it wasn't you, but you know

what I'm talkin' about.

JOEY:

(interrupting)

Don't worry. Don't worry. It's

gonna be all right.

(to reporter)

Ask him your questions.

REPORTER:

All right, Jake, you're being

talked about as the top

middleweight contender. Do you

think another victory over Sugar

Ray will get you a shot at the

title?

JAKE:

Why not? There's nobody else around

who wants to fight me; they're all

afraid. I don't see why I shouldn't

have a shot at the title right now.

REPORTER:

Well, the word is to get a title

shot you have to cooperate with the

people who control boxing, in New

York. And they're saying that you

don't cooperate.

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