Victor Young Perez Page #3

Young Perez has got

the experience, speed, vitality.

He's not in top form,

but with his talent,

he's capable of winning

in 3 or 4 rounds.

The world championship has begun.

First round.

Perez starts strong.

With his footwork, speed, sharp eye,

he's got the match in hand.

And he keeps it up.

With his right jab,

he can do anything,

sometimes using his left.

How direct that jab. Terrific.

Young Perez gives

quite a demonstration.

The folks here are shocked.

Jackie Brown is seriously dominated.

But he can turn it around.

An English boxer

is a tough breed.

He's less brilliant, not as fast,

has less class than Perez,

but he's a British

and European champion

and can turn this around

for his fans.

At the outset,

Perez has the advantage,

still sure of himself.

Didn't I tell you, bro?

Easy as pie.

Second round.

Jackie Brown's hands are up.

He knows the world champ's faster,

and has been more skillful

from the start.

The rounds continue.

Now we're in the 6th.

Young Perez still has the advantage,

but he's less graceful,

less sure of himself,

and the Jackie Brown machine

is warming up,

slowly but surely and consistently.

Even if Brown's dominated,

he still believes in his chance.

A boxer of his stature

can draw upon unexpected resources,

like we're seeing now.

Don't panic!

Take it easy.

Keep turning. Dodge.

You're more experienced than him.

Stop messing around.

Box!

Such confidence.

This time he's up first.

He's fresher, a definite sign.

Like I said, he's got style, the punch,

but he's out of breath.

He should've finished him!

Go on, little brother.

Young Perez is less sure in the 13th,

expected to go 15.

Young can't move anymore.

His legs are giving out.

He's got courage, pride.

He's toughing it out, he has to.

Amazing Jackie Brown!

The audience is up!

It's terrible, a slaughter.

Benjamin, I can't fly anymore!

I know.

He can't take it anymore.

Without his legs,

he's not the same Young.

It's terrible, a slaughter.

Jackie Brown's has his prey.

Get away.

He won't let up, and it continues.

Get away!

Move it.

Stop!

They've thrown in the towel.

It's over in the 13th round.

Jackie Brown can't believe it.

He's the new world champion.

Young Perez is beaten.

Victory for Brown

before the last limit.

Young Perez has just lost

here in Manchester,

the world flyweight title.

This is so exciting!

If they call you on stage,

don't smile too much.

When you're in the audience,

smile at everybody.

There'll be Renoir, Gabin,

maybe Tino Rossi.

You're more worried than I am.

Relax, I'll handle it.

A photo, Mr. Minister.

The reporters hate me.

With all your recent defeats,

they've been tough on you.

Jean, please.

It'll be OK.

This is a big night for me.

I want you to be here.

What's that necklace?

I asked you a question.

What's that necklace?

- Don't get worked up.

- You shut up!

Don't be childish.

It's a present from my mom.

I didn't know

she had that kind of money.

It's been in my family.

I can check.

Listen, we're not married.

This isn't Tunisia.

You have no rights over me.

If you want to behave like that,

go back home.

Then marry me.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the newcomer

Mireille Balin.

She's a phenomenon.

Four films in just over a year.

You're filming with Joannon, right?

That's right.

What's the title?

"When They Found Her, She Was Naked."

You're not afraid of anything.

No, I'm not afraid of anything.

Get up. We're late.

You're crazy. What time is it?

I've thought it over.

I'm going

to start training properly.

We'll get Bellires on board.

I'm not washed up yet.

What's all that?

- When are you leaving?

- This afternoon.

How long?

I dunno.

- When were you gonna tell me?

- I couldn't.

Stop, what are you doing?

Are you outta your mind?

How'll I manage without you?

How?

Several years later...

You shouldn't drink.

You've a match.

Come on,

it's just a pick-me-up.

What?

Think you're my father!

We're going to Berlin in an hour.

It was rough getting this contract.

You gotta pull yourself together.

Young Perez? The famous boxer.

An admirer.

That's rare these days.

My name's Sarah Goldstein.

Dr. Goldstein.

Sorry to bother you,

but I believe

you'll be fighting in Berlin.

What of it?

I got here from Berlin

a few months ago.

To get to the point,

for the last two days,

I've been unable to contact my brother.

He's a pharmacist.

What's that to us?

You know Hitler?

Not personally.

You find it amusing.

Don't you read the papers?

The man's a lunatic

persecuting Jews.

He invented laws to purify

the Aryan race,

he's been organizing

crimes against Jews!

Sorry, I must've got

the wrong person.

Wait!

Forgive us, doctor.

It's hard believing

these things exist here.

What can I do for you?

My brother will attend your match.

He'll meet you

at the end for an autograph.

Give him this envelope discreetly.

It should enable him

and his family to get out.

Who says I won't keep the money?

I'm not a great boxing fan.

I don't know much.

But I've followed your fights,

Mr. Perez.

I know who you are.

Hurry up.

We've been waiting for you.

Here's your money

and your Ausweiss.

Straight after the fight tonight,

you'll return to Paris.

A taxi will be waiting.

Gentlemen, tonight's audience

is likely to be very worked up.

Don't respond to their provocations,

so things don't get out of control.

Good luck.

How do I tend to him?

I've got nothing here.

You have a bucket and sponge.

Fill it with water.

Don't pay attention to them.

We've got to go.

Goldstein isn't coming. It's over.

Maxo, go to the station.

I'll catch up.

I'm staying with you.

They've gone mad.

I swear, we'll catch

the first boat for home.

Benjamin will find us work

in Barans.

Europe wants to kill us, understand?

Maybe here, but not France.

Stop. It's the same.

We'll see.

You go first.

If I don't get to the station,

take the train for Paris.

Think I'm a dummy.

Think I don't know where you're going?

OK.

Swear you'll come right away.

I swear.

I swear.

You're still here?

I'm waiting

to sign autographs.

Think you're Schmeling?

Nobody here.

They all go. You go, too.

Come on.

Take me to this address.

No, I have to bring you

to the train station.

No, this address first,

then the station.

I can't take you here.

Go on, my friend.

What are you doing in a Jew house?

Are you a Yid, too?

He's an Arab boxer, he wanted pills.

Victor, don't be an idiot.

It's OK, Maurice.

Mireille's waiting for me inside.

We can't let you in. Stop.

Don't you like my clothes?

Don't be an idiot.

That's enough.

You've always used men

for your career,

but I didn't think

you'd stoop so low!

And I wanted to marry you.

Who's this Jew?

Victor Perez. 136 fights.

27 knockouts.

Take this Jew away!

The pig!

Let me go.

It's an honor

to have a professional boxer

in my camp.

An honor

and a privilege.

You know, I've followed your career,

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