The Champ Page #6

Who told you that?

The Champ?

Well, before you take your pants off...

..you have to take your shoes off.

Come, sit here.

Here, let me--

I can do it.

I don't know why these shoes | keep on getting knots in them.

Let your mother do....

The Champ didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

I'm your mother.

-No, my mother's dead. | -No, she's not.

-She's a beautiful angel. | -No, she's not!

I'm here and I love you! | I love you very much!

You don't live with us. | You're not married to Champ.

No, listen to me. Listen to me, T.J.

You don't have to live with someone | to love them. I love you!

Do you love the Champ?

Do you? Do you love him?

No, you're not my mother.

-No! | -You're not my mother.

No, please, listen to me. | It's not that simple. Listen to me!

Go away! Please, don't touch me! | I don't want you!

-I don't want you! Go away! | -Timmy!

I told you. Go away! Go away! | I want Champ!

I don't want you. I want the Champ!

I want Champ! I want Champ!

I don't want you! I want to go back | to the Champ! Get out of here!

-Do you know what you are? | -A pain in the ass.

A pain in the ass, yeah, that's right.

I know one thing: | I ain't never going to leave you again!

I love you so much.

-Yeah? | -I didn't wake you, did I, Billy?.

I have a lady downstairs | that wants to see you.

Thanks, Willie.

Didn't Josie tel you?

He's here. He's okay.

She told me.

You're so lucky, Billy.

God, how he oves you.

Yeah.

So?

I wanted to talk to you.

Well?

Here I am.

T.J. found out last night | that he has a mother.

He's going to need an....

An explanation.

I'll take care of that.

Will you tel him how it was?

And how it is?

How is it?

I'm not an angel in heaven.

Who says?

I'm not.

I'm real, I'm here.

I'm a woman who suffers.

Who wants her child to acceept her | as a mother...

..who made a mistake.

You made a hell of a mistake.

All right.

But he has to understand why.

He has to understand | that two people couldn't live together.

Hold your horses. Two people? | One person couldn't. I could.

There are a million broken marriages. | It's never because of one person.

The reason why you have | a broken marriage is...

..becaause one person doesn't care.

-Don't tell me I didn't cre! | -Then why did you leave?

Come on, tell me! Come on!

-Let's not talk about what happened. | -What did happen? I want to know.

You went to Paris and made dresses | for French girls? What do I tell him?

That you wanted a career and that's why | you left your son and your husband?

Is that what you want me to say?.

Come on, talk to me! I'm right here.

I'll say anything you want. | Come on, talk to me!

Look, can't wejust sit down quietly | and discuss our son? Now?.

Just forget about him! | He's strong! He can take care of himself!.

We can't forget about him. | He's 8 years old!

Eight years of my life!

What's happening to him? | What's going on in him?

What's he thinking? | What's happening in his heaet, his mind?

What about my heart?. | What about my mind?

What about me?

What about me? Billy Flynn! | What about me? I'm real, too!

What's the matter, Billy?

What is it?

You could always come back.

We'll take you back. You....

We'll give you a second chance.

I can't.

I have a husband, Billy.

You know, there are....

There are different ways | of loving someone.

Can't we find our way?

For T.J.

For our son.

Come on. Come on!

Don't do that.

I know what I got to do.

I know what to do. Don't worry about it. | I know what to do.

Nothing stands in my way.

Who have we got? | All the way to the champion.

-Andy Pittman! | -Andy Pittman! Jew boxer!

Okay, come on, Andy. | Come on, think fast. Come on, now.

Come on, move! Watch the right!

Okay, over!

Andy's down!

-What do we do next?. Who have we got? | -Roland Bowers!

Come on, Bowers. Big right hand. | Stay away from the right hand.

We'll give him a littlejab, | then come across the top.

And inside, inside! Bang, bang!

-Roland is down! | -Bye-bye, Roland.

"Bye-bye, Roland," is right!

Now we're on our way! | World championship in six months!

The championship of the world | in just six months!

I'm going to buy a house!

A house with a swimming pool | right in the middle of it.

Then we'll go traveling, me and my kid.

-Where are we going to go? | -Brazil!

What are we going to see in Brazil? | I know what we're going to see.

A lot of seoritas dancing the cha-cha-cha.

Come on, | let's see what you're made of, kid.

Let's see what you're made of, kid.

He hit me hard. | Don't let them do that to you.

You think I'm hurt, but I'm not. | I'm coming back, see.

Watch it! They're throwing you out. | You know the rules are against you.

Watch out, come on. Come on!

Let's see. Good shot!

Get back on your horse, | we got a lot of work...

..to get your old man in shape, | he's got 37-year-old egs.

Come on. Come on!

Let's go! Get in shape!

It's a lot of breathing!

All right! Come on!

Sure I'm hurt, | but what the hell does that matter?

You're going to fight again | and you don't call me?

I was going to call you, | but I didn't want to waste yourtime.

-The fight ain't set yet. | -Bullshit!

Jackie!

You don't cll me | because you know 'll give you a problem.

What are you talking about?

Look, Billy, this is Jackie sitting here!

What, do you think I don't know?

You took too many punches | in the last fight.

-Punches don't bother me. | -Yeah, well, they bother me.

What about the headaches? | Do you still get them?

Headaches?

Everybody gets headaches, Jackie.

You get headaches, don't you? | Take a few aspirins, that's it.

Billy, look, I'm not talking about a split lip | or a busted nose.

I'm talking about something | that could be serious.

Let's let the medical examiner decide.

I'm taking this fight, Jackie, | for me and my boy.

Nothing's going to stop me. | With or without you, I made up my mind.

Look, I got to do something for my noy.

A home.

A good school.

You know, I cn't make that kind of money | walking horses.

I need you, Jackie.

I need you with me.

Okay.

I love you, Jackie.

-Hey, T.J.? | -Yeah, Champ.

You got anything you want to tell me?

No, Champ.

Why do you keep secrets from me, T.J.?

I haven't been keeping secrets from you.

Yeah? What about Annie's letters? | What about that?

I'm sorry, Champ. Are you mad?

No, I ain't mad.

I just like to know what's under my bed, | that's all. I ain't mad.

She cn write you if she wants to. | Come on, let's go!

T.J., come here!

Come here, come here.

Look at that, will you? | They gotthe right idea.

Come on, let's go for a swim.

Come on. Come on. | Last one in is a rotten egg.

Did you write her back?

Not yet.

Well...

..there's nothing wrong with that, either. | Writing to your mother.

-I'll write her tonight. | -Good.

Last one in is a rotten.... | Get your pants on!

We're going to be arrested | for nude bathing.

The hell with you, I'm going.

-Champ? | -Yeah.

Did you love her?.

-Who? | -Annie.

Of course I loved her. | Why do you thinkwe had you?

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