Valentino Page #10

- For Christ's sakes, it's too late now.

- Then it's too late for the both of you.

I consider this a contravention

and an infringement of our agreement,

so either you call off this whole business,

or both you and your contract

are null and void

both separately and collectively.

So, go tell your client

he's hereby suspended.

You're making a big mistake, Mr Schenck.

Let him go, George.

That suits me fine.

I have no intention

of making more pictures anyway.

- After this I'm going back to California.

- I know, the orange grove.

(# Fanfare)

(# "The Star-Spangled Banner")

Ladies, gentlemen,

and others,

we are presenting tonight

a dancing contest.

I'm sorry, I mean a boxing contest,

comprising of three three-minute rounds

between Mr Rory O'Neil,

heavyweight champion of the Navy

at 216 pounds

in the red corner,

and Rudy Valentino of Hollywood

at 155 pounds

in the pink corner.

Now, when the bell rings, I want you

to come out of your corners fighting.

Fight clean, and may the best man win.

- Oh...

- Hey!

Right.

- Look out, Rory, he's behind you.

- Ooh!

Powder puff lover.

(Referee) One...

Hey, ref, that's a foul.

...four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Rory, the great lover hit me.

Oh, this is... Goddamnit!

No, don't let him clinch you.

(Groans)

Rudolph!

(Crowd chanting) Rory! Rory...!

(Bell rings)

Hey, get out! Get out of here!

Filthy son of a b*tch!

(# Dancehall music plays)

(Crowd chanting) Rory! Rory...!

Do you want to ruin his face?

For Christ's sakes, George,

throw in the towel.

- If you do, you are through.

- And if I don't, you're through.

Now use your right. Set him up

with your left and then give him the right.

I didn't know you were a boxing fan, June.

I just heard about it on the radio...

on the radio, for Christ's sakes!

Rudy, don't you see what a farce this is?

You've got the wrong script, June Mathis.

This is a matter of honour.

I think you're doing swell, champ.

Give him hell.

Thank you, madam. It is nice to have

someone in my corner, rooting for me.

- Oh, God! Rudy, please.

- Attaboy, Rory.

Attaboy, champ.

(Groans)

Oh, my God!

One, two, three...

(Crowd chanting) Rory! Rory...!

One, two, three, four, five...

(Crowd chanting) Rory! Rory...!

Hey, Rory, bring him over here.

May I have the pleasure of this dance?

Music, Maestro!

(# Orchestra plays tango)

Ole.

(Fan) Don't let him do that to you.

Come on out.

Get him out of here.

Get him away!

For Christ's sake, look at his face.

Oh, Rudy, please.

Oh, Rudy, please stop it.

Don't worry about a thing, champ.

That big rummy's so out of breath,

he's growing gills.

Why don't you beat it, lady?

You want us to borrow

your broomstick, toots?

Let me...

Let me call it off.

You can do it, champ.

Wanna give up, pretty boy,

before I muss your hair?

Oh, that's it!

One, two, three...

four...

five, six, seven, eight...

nine.

Oh, come on, champ.

That's it! That's it! Oh...

Madam, permit me

to complete your dance card.

Yeah! Ooh!

(Laughs) We did it!

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten.

(Bell rings)

(# Music plays)

We made it. Come along, June.

(Crowd) Rudy! Rudy! Rudy...!

That's my boy!

My boy!

I love you.

I love you like you were my own son.

You can have whatever you like.

You can write your own ticket.

- I'll see you on the lot.

- Hey, no hard feelings, huh?

- Have a drink.

- Oh, no.

No, he's celebrating with milk tonight.

Milk? Hey, what's that for?

His complexion?

- It's for my teeth.

- Oh, yeah, of course, I forgot.

You use powder for your complexion.

- He's more of a man than you'll ever be.

- Is that so?

Well, here's another challenge.

He managed three laps

round the dancefloor -

let's see how many rounds he can go

before he takes a dive

in Kelly's Speakeasy.

Come on, O'Neil.

He's beaten you once tonight,

and with this right...

It's all right, George. I'll accept.

Right! See you there in thirty minutes.

You mean that big gorilla beating you

half to death wasn't enough?

You want to finish it yourself?

Well, don't look for me at ringside.

Why? What do you mean?

What does George mean?

Do you know the way

to Kelly's Speakeasy?

What does George mean?

He's finished!

(Belches)

Excuse me.

Hey, champ,

how about a word for the press?

Tell those cowardly hatchet men

that by the outcome

of these contests tonight,

this American has vindicated his honour

and his manhood.

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# Which nobody can deny

# For he's a jolly good fellow

- # For he's a jolly good fellow

- I want these maniacs to get out.

# For he's a jolly good fellow... #

I'll see you later.

# O sole mio

# Sta 'nfronte a me!

# O sole mio

# Sta 'nfronte a te!

# Che bella cosa

# Na jurnata'e'sole #

(# RICHARD DAY LEWIS:

"There's A New Star In Heaven Tonight")

# There's a new star in heaven tonight

# That will never fade from our sight

# There's a new star at home

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# In that far starry dome

# Shining down on his loved ones tonight

# There's a voice singing,

"Lead, kindly light"

# With a smile

that has made the world bright

# Valentino, goodbye

# But way up in the sky

# There's a new star in heaven

# Tonight #

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