02x22 - Price of Victory

[bunniefuu]

It never hurt this bad.

I have never had such pain.

I keep telling you, Nick,
why don't you go in
the dentist's

and have him yank it out?

Maybe it don't have
to be yanked.

Then what's it ache for?

Bad weather always
sets in that bad tooth.

Look, we're here.
Won't take but a minute

to go in and have it
yanked out.

Now... where you goin'?

I'm goin' over here
to get some toothache
medicine.

[hammer pounding]

Gimme a whiskey.

Ohh.

Mnh!

[Nick groaning]

I'll have a beer.
I ain't got a toothache.

I'll have the same.

How's it feel?

[groans]

Well, now the whiskey's
got it numb, why don't you
go have it yanked?

-You won't feel a thing.
-[mirthless chuckle]

[Irish accent]
You gentlemen look
in the prime of life

and physical fortitude.

Now, how'd you like to earn
an easy five dollars?

Doing what?

Practicing the manly art
of self-defense.

Test your strength,
and prove your skill.

"Jack Kilbain
versus Sam Driscoll,
the Boston Terrier."

Which one are you?

Me? Neither!

Terrence O'Rafferty,

manager and trainer
of Jack Kilbain,

who once stepped
into the ring

with the immortal
John L. Sullivan.

-Really?
-Yes, gents!

The fight of the century,

sponsored by the Stockton Club
at $50 a ticket!

Jack Kilbain
versus Sam Driscoll,

bare knuckle,
fight to the finish.

Oh, it'll be the biggest
private boxing match

ever held west
of the Mississippi.

Marquess of Queensberry
rules--

that's no gouging
or biting or kicking.

Now, are there
any men among you

that would like to earn
$5 as a sparring partner?

And the first man
that stays three rounds
with Jack Kilbain

wins this here gold piece.

Eh?

Oh, now, surely there must
be some among you

that have done some fighting.

You can't all be lacking
in the qualities of manhood.

There you go, Nick.

You could get your tooth
knocked out, earn $5,

and save a trip
to the dentist.

[coughing]

Heath, when are you
gonna learn you're not funny?

Ah, he talks!

And I thought your friend
was "deef" and dumb!

Give me another shot.

How 'bout that, Nick Barkley?

You're always stomping
and throwing your
weight around.

Now, why don't you mind
your own business, Jonas?

You just happen to be
a little bit sore

'cause I fired you
off the ranch.

I'd do the same thing again
if I ever see you

put a club to a horse,
and don't you ever forget it!

[groans]

Now, here's a man
offering you a fight.
How 'bout it?

[chuckles softly]
Well...

Here, here, here.

Didn't want to start
no arguments!

If Stockton doesn't have
a man to go three rounds
with Jack Kilbain,

I'll just keep me gold piece.

We'll send to Sacramento--
for some men.

Well, I guess
it's up to me, Nick.

Where do I sign up?

What do you want
to do that for?

I used to box
in the army.

What do you get for it?
You get your brains
knocked in

while some yahoo watches!

It might be a shame
to turn the man down.

People might think
there ain't no pride
here in Stockton.

Pride?

Besides,
the idea of a Barkley

knocking out
the great Jack Kilbain,

that kind of tickles me.

-Right here?
-Now, wait a minute!

If anybody's gonna fight
in this family, it's gonna
be me, Nick Barkley.

Oh, fine, fine.
I'll see you at Brown's
warehouse in 20 minutes.

It's gone!

Ha ha ha!
It's gone!

Ha ha ha!
It's gone!

♪♪ [theme]

Nick, I was just having fun.

I tricked you into this.
Now, let's get out of here.

I signed up.

They can get somebody else.
That guy's nobody to fool with.

There we go.
There we go. Easy.

Well, uh, thank you
very much, my friend,

but I'm afraid
you don't win the $5.

It's three rounds
you've got to stay. Three.

Heh heh. This way.

All right, Mr. Barkley,
you're next.

Now, let's see
what you can do.

Well, uh,
he hits pretty hard.

I... may not be able
to be much competition.

You wouldn't be trying
to back out on me,
now, would you?

Me? No, no, no.

Nick, you don't have
to prove anything.
Use your head.

Can't use my head.

Marquess of Queensberry
rules.

You can't butt a man.
Can't use my head.

[chuckles]

Jack Kilbain.

Nick Barkley.

There's my brother Heath--
Heath Barkley.

Mr. Rafferty, you--
you met Heath.

You ever fight before?

Me? No...

well, just, uh,
army tournament stuff.

Nothing too much.

Hey, mister.

I'd like you
to try to box Jack.

Make a move at you.

Don't be trying to take him
out with one punch.

That way, you may last
a few rounds, eh?

Right. Right!

Jack, I'd like you
to move around a bit,

hold up on the punch,

make it last a little while.

Sharpen up your timing.

You need it, heh?

Oh, yeah.

That's pretty good
punching, cowboy.

I get even better.

Nick!

Nick, that's enough!

Now you're gonna
come to me.

Better get the seat
of your pants ready
then, cowboy,

-'cause you're gonna be
sitting down.
-Come on.

Now, isn't that enough?

NICK: You stay
out of this, Heath.

Oh, Kilbain, I'm gonna
get you with one of these

if it's the last thing I do.

Well, you gonna
be next, cowboy?

No, thanks.

Rafferty, I've had it
for one day.

I think I've had plenty.
I don't know about you.

[groans]

Aw, Jack!

Jack, boy, lay down.
Lay down.

Maybe you'll have
a little more respect

for Stockton cowboys,
huh, Kilbain?

Now, take it easy.
It was a fluke.

I knew this would happen,
I knew it!

Those two fights
with Sam Driscoll--
Got pounded bad.

Get-- Get out of
the way, will ya?

No, no, take it easy, Jack.

Just take it easy.
Here we go.

I gotta finish the fight.
He sent over a lucky one.

No, no, no. I quit.

Besides, you had me
out on my feet.

No, don't worry
about me, cowboy.

You just hit my bad side,
turned out the lights
for a minute.

It'll go away.

I don't want to intrude
in your business, mister,

but I think he'd better be
checked by a doctor.

Right.

-Me?
-Yeah, you!

I been fightin' since
I was 15 years old.

h*, watch him!

Hey!

Now, we're going down
to see Dr. Merar.

He's just down the street.
I don't want any nos.

Okay.

Now, Heath, you get
back to the ranch.

I'll be there as soon as
I see he's all right.

Right.

Doc, I tell you,
I can see as good as anything.

Will you just quiet down
and stop arguing?

Now, follow my hand
with your eyes.

No, no, no, don't--
don't move your head.

How much has he been
hit on that side?

Who knows?

Jack's had over 100 fights.
He could always take a punch.

Now I don't know.

What do you mean
you don't know, Rafferty?

I'm thinking
of Sam Driscoll.

He could hurt you bad.

He never saw the day.

Now, let me explain
what has happened.

A blood clot has
very probably formed

and is causing pressure
there inside your head.

Well, how come
I feel okay then?

-I could go out there
right now and--
-NICK: Shut up!

Who's the doctor here,
him or you?

I know how I feel.

If it's a blood clot,
there's every chance
it'll go away

and you'll be
as good as ever.

I'm telling you this:

if you ever fight
and get hit there,

that blood clot can move,
not dissolve...

...and you'll be dead.

How do you know?
Can you see inside my head?

No, Mr. Kilbain, I can't,

but I know something
about concussion.

We'll cancel the fight.

Cancel the fight,
after I put up the guarantee?

Every red cent I've got!

Jack, it makes
no difference.

You've got to quit now,
right now!

Shut up, Rafferty!

Quit talking
like an old lady.

There's a man
in San Francisco

who knows more about
these concussions.

Get him!

W-wait a minute.
I've got no money

to pay for any doctor
from San Francisco!

I'll pay for it.
Get him!

In a pig's eye, you will.
I pay my own bills.

Now, get out of the way.

Jack, you've got
to listen!

Look, I know
we're broke,

but quittin's better
than puttin' your life
on the line.

Think of Mary and Johnny.

I'm fighting Sam Driscoll.

Then you're
fighting him alone.

I'm taking the next train
back to New York.

I'll have no part of you
getting yourself k*lled.

Well, okay, Rafferty.
Go ahead.

Go ahead, walk out on me.
I don't need you!

[knocking on door]

Well, I 'll bet you're
looking at the picture
of your pa in there.

-Yeah.
-Is he in?

Pop's sleeping. He's
in training right now, and...

Hello, I'm Mrs. Kilbain.

Mrs. Kilbain!
May I speak to you
a minute, please?

I'm Nick Barkley.

I'm the man responsible
for your husband being
hurt this afternoon.

Hurt?

Yes.

He didn't tell me anything.

Oh, I see. Uh...

Well, uh...

Well...

Uh, won't you come in?

Right.

Johnny, I want you
to take this downstairs

and get a newspaper
for your father for
when he wakes up.

All right, Mom.

Where was he hurt?

In the left-hand side
of his head,

where Driscoll
hit him before.

Doctor says
if he fights again,

well... well, he could
be hurt pretty badly.

Oh, dear God.

You've got to make him quit.

And if you're worried
about the guarantee money
you put up,

there is a way of
getting that back,
you know.

My brother's a lawyer,
and--

I'm not lookin'
for a lawyer, mister!

The doctor said you're
in no condition to fight!

I'm in good
enough condition

to throw you
out of that window.
Now, get out of here!

Jack, honey,
you didn't tell me
anything about getting hurt.

If a doctor told you
to quit, then why--

Mary, since we're talking
over family business

in front of strangers,
I'll make you a promise--

after I beat Driscoll,
I'll quit.

Now, you can put Johnny
in school, like you wanted to,

and we'll settle down.

But don't ask me
to cancel this fight.

Now, what good is that gonna do

if what the doctor says is true
and you get k*lled?

I've had over 140 fights.
Nobody's k*lled me yet!

And one lousy punch
almost did it today,

and it was my lousy punch,

and I don't happen
to like that!

What do you
want me to do,
crawl on my belly?

Ask her brother
for a job

in his saloon,
tending bar?

You seem to be more worried
about yourself

than your wife
and your son.

You take on a lot of nerve,
cowboy.

Just because you landed
one lucky punch...

All right, all right.
Will you take a job?

That is, if you're
not afraid of work.

Jack, listen to him, please.

We've got an empty house
on the ranch.

You can live there
and earn a very decent wage.

I'm not a ranch hand!

Well, at least take it
until you decide!

You don't have to
give up anything--

you can go on training.

Now, ranch work is
the greatest builder
in the world--

keep you really in shape.

Jack, please.

If you want to give
it up later, you can,

go back to what you want
to do.

You can go back to fighting.

But give it a try.

Hi, Pop.
I brought you the paper.

Say, you ought to hear
all the people in town
talking about you,

the way you fought
Sailor Haggerty
and Sullivan and--

I'll, uh...

I'll be expecting you, huh?

Ma'am.

What's going on, Pop?

Well, we're gonna go live
on a ranch for a while, son.

Kilbain,
why don't you step
up on your horse.

We've got to pull
some cattle out of
the hills, all right?

All right.

Uh... Kilbain.

-Uh, Kilbain.
-Kilbain...

you might have
a little more luck

if you try
the other side here.

-This side over here.
-Oh.

Whoa, whoa, there.
Whoa!

Jack!
Jack, the rein!

Whoa.

Jack, wait a minute.
Hold it, hold it.

Wait a minute.

Give your horse
to Hank here.
Let him put him up.

You go on over
to the blacksmith's shop

and see if Heath
needs some help.
I think he does.

All right?

Right over there.

Come on. Gid'up.

Did you ever shoe a horse?

[clears throat]
Well, I...

can't say I have.

There's nothing to it.

Take this
and clean the hoof off

and get him ready
for trim.

Go ahead.

Turn around the other way,
then tap him behind the leg.

He'll lift it.

[blower whirring]

[horse whinnies,
Kilbain groans]

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

But next time,
I may tap him
on the nose.

Uh, you stand still,
blast you.

If it's got to be done,
it's got to be done.

[milk splashing]

[mooing]

[cow bellowing]

I'm sorry, Jack.
I should have told you

you have to hobble a cow
before you milk her.

I'm not a milkmaid,
Nick Barkley,

nor a farmhand!
I'm a fighter!

Wait a minute.
There's no reason
to get upset.

Cows are like
some fighters, you know?

You've got to outwit 'em.

You're not gonna let a cow beat
Jack Kilbain, are you?

Not without a good fight.

[chuckles]

Here. Be careful, plate's hot.

-I said be careful!
-[knock at door]

Oh, hello, Mrs. Barkley!

-Mary. Mr. Kilbain.
-Mrs. Barkley.

I hope your family
likes pears.

Our trees were
loaded this year.

Do you know we put up
almost a hundred quarts?

That's very kind of you,

but I don't have
any fruit jars.

-Let me bring you some.
-Oh, thank you.

We don't need it,
Mrs. Barkley.

I mean, you've made
one small mistake--

we're not charity cases.

Jack, please.

Living in this house
rent-free is bad enough,

but if it's pears
Mary 's after,

she can wait till
after the fight and buy 'em.

Oh, Mr. Kilbain,
you don't understand

what neighbors mean
to each other

and what they do for each other
in this part of the country,

but perhaps you haven't
lived out here long enough.

Mrs. Barkley,
everything my family owns,

I earned with these.

I don't owe
anybody anything,

and I've never taken
any handouts.

And I'm not about to change.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

Mary.

Mrs. Barkley.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Jack, how can you be
so bullheaded?

Ohh.

You'd better sit down
and eat your breakfast, son.

MARY: You too.

You're not gonna grow
if you don't eat.

You're not sick, are you?

Johnny?

What's the matter with you?

Pop.

How come you hang around here
doing ranch work?

Are you gonna quit the fight?

Johnny, that's--

Where'd you get
such a notion?

I rode in town
with Mr. Barkley,

and some of the people
were talking.

They said you were
going to.

You're all mixed up, son.

That's the silliest
story I ever heard.

Me quit?

Jack, if you don't tell him,
I will.

Tell him what?

About the doctor.

What doctor, Pop?

Mary, you don't know
what you're talking about.

-Jack, the doctor said--
-Mary, he wasn't serious.

Only a woman wouldn't
know he was joking.

Pop, is there something wrong?

No, no, no. The doctor
said something about my head,
but he was kidding.

As a matter of fact,
I'm in such good shape,

he was gonna put a bet
on me himself!

Now, you eat your breakfast.

Well, I, uh...
I guess I'd better
be getting to work.

Jack.

You're lying--
to Johnny, to me,
to yourself!

Mary, there's absolutely
nothing wrong with me.

Jack, is that the truth?

Oh, Jack,
don't be wrong.

Please.

Oh, please,
don't be wrong.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, farmer!

Yeah, you, farmer!
Ha ha ha!

-Pop, is that...
-Yeah, that's him.

Well, look at that!
Kilbain got himself
a job loading wagons!

What'll they pay you,
two bits a day?

[laughter]

Sweeping out barns
and milking cows--

Finally found your
proper calling, eh, Jack?

Ha ha ha ha!

I see you've still got
the same big mouth,
haven't you, Driscoll?

I hear you're backing
out of the fight.

What's the matter,
you scared?

Ha ha ha!

Say, those jobs are
so hard to find,

maybe I can put
a word in for you,

Sweeping out saloons!
Ha ha ha!

You can put your kid
out in the street,

dancing for pennies!

Ha ha ha ha!

Hold it!
Hold it!

Hold it!

There's no money
in street fightin'!

What about it, Kilbain,
you gonna back out?

All right, Jack,
they just want to get you
riled up. Now, come on.

That's where you're
wrong, Driscoll.

You're gonna
get all the fight
you can stomach.

Where's Flaherty,
his manager?

He had to leave town.

Ha ha ha ha!

Come on, everybody,
the drinks are on me!

[happy chatter]

Aw, come on, forget it.
Come on.

We'd better get our stuff.

We're gonna be moving
back into town.

We've got a lot of
training to do.

What are you doing?

What would you do if
a man called you a liar?

-Try me and find out.
-You're a liar!

You said you weren't hurt,

yet you didn't see
the handle of this fork.

Matter of fact, you
can't see anything from
that side, now can you?

Get out of here with
your tricks, will you?

I've got a fight
to train for.

Jack, if there was a chance
to get out of this,

-would you take it?
-Out of what?

Don't play dumb with me.

You're not
in this thing to win.

You're in this to get
your guarantee money back,

because you don't have
the train fare

to send your wife and boy
back to New York.

I'm fighting
because I'm a fighter.

All right.

If there was a chance
to get that guarantee
money back,

would you take it?

Driscoll would see me dead
before he'd give me a nickel.

Uh-huh.

Well, what about
widow's money for Mary

in case that blood clot
all of a sudden decides
to break loose?

Get out of here.
You got nothin' to say to me.

All right, all right.

One way to get that
guarantee money back

is if someone shows up
in that ring, right?

Yeah, that's right.

All right.

I'll fight Sam Driscoll.

You?

Yeah, me.

You don't belong
in the same ring
with him, cowboy.

More than you do.

You still got
that blind side.

Just don't worry
about me, huh?

Come on, come on,
get in the buggy, son.

Jack, why don't you
stay here and train?

We can fix up a little
place in the barn.

Besides, your wife Mary
and your son here,

they like the house
pretty well, don't they?

Keep your favors
and get out of my way.

Now, wait a minute!

You need a manager,
you need someone
to train with.

And I 'll do it for...

Rafferty's 10%, all right?

You? A fight manager?

Mm-hmm.

I've followed
the fight game
since I was...

well, as small as
this one here.

And, uh...
well, besides,

where else could you find
such a great sparring
partner, huh?

Huh?

Well?

Here you go, son.

Jack!

Not too much
with those weights.

I don't want you
tying yourself up.

That's fine with me.

Soak your hands
in salt water?

Brine thick enough
to pickle a hog.

One split knuckle
would be the end
of it, you know?

Don't worry about that.

Start punching this bag.
Make believe it's Driscoll.

Keep punching till
I tell you to quit.
Go ahead.

-Want to break, stranger?
-Yeah, I 'll break.

Never thought we'd be
going out of the ranching
business, did you, heath?

You lose a good foreman,
things are bound to go
right downhill.

You mean like if
he gets interested
in other things

so that the south pasture
well doesn't get dug out

and the busted fencing
stays busted?

Yep.

Nine and fifteen.

Very sloppy,
but effective.

HEATH: Funny,
a man raised on a ranch

suddenly loses
interest in it.

You'd think managing
a ranch would be enough
managing for any man.

Very funny, boys.

So I'm going into
the prize fight business.

Well, now, don't you
think for one minute

that I can't handle
this ranch too.

And I wouldn't worry
too much about Kilbain either.

His doctor is getting him
an instrument

that can tell whether
the blood clot is still there.

Nick, we're not worried
about the ranch or Kilbain.

We're worried
about you, Nick.

Maybe you're
getting in too deep,

and if something
happens to Kilbain,

you're gonna
blame yourself.

Anyway, all we're
trying to tell you is,

no matter how deep you get,
we're with you all the way.

Why didn't you
say that before?

We just did.
Step aside.

Ha ha ha ha!

Jack.

What were you doing?

Reflexes.

I was seeing if I was
dropping my shoulder

or carrying
my chin too high.

Well, why were you moving
your hand in front of your face?

I told you, Mary, reflexes.

Is that all?

Honey, Nick's waiting
to take me to the fight.

Jack...

I don't want you
to fight Driscoll.

Mary, I told you,
it's for you and Johnny.
It's the last time.

I don't want you taking
chances with your life.

You tell Nick
to call the fight off.

Don't ask that.

I am asking it.

And if you don't,
I'm gonna take Johnny

and go to my sister's
in Sacramento.

-Mary, I--
-I mean it.

Mary, I haven't
got time to argue.

But you'll see--
I'll take Driscoll
inside of five rounds.

Jack, you know I love you.

Then you'll stay?

No.

Well, Heath,
she'll be back pretty soon.

-How do you feel?
-Oh, I feel fine.

You couldn't be sharper
than right now.

Just remember to keep
that left up

and protect that
blind spot, huh?

I won't forget.

Tell me something:

how smart would you say
Driscoll was?

-Driscoll?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, he's dumber
than I am.

How do you mean?

He'd kick his
grandmother upstairs.

Well, now, if he thought
you had a cut, a bruise,

or a weak spot,
would he go after it?

Like a shark smelling blood.

Oh.

Oh, well.

Where do you
think you could take
a pounding the best?

The ribcage, huh?

All right, now, let's
just give him a target.

I've got some stuff
in the barn I use
for horses

that'll raise
the most convincing

black-and-blue mark
you ever saw.

You're a smart cowboy.

You might even make
a fight manager.

[chuckles]

Be right back.

Today's the big day, huh?

Yeah.

How's the eye?

I'll be carrying
my left hand high.

No, no. You're gonna
protect those ribs.

You show him you're
scared of that left side,

he's gonna pound you
there all day.

Now, Jack was telling me
that Driscoll is like a shark,

so we figured we'd
give him a little bait.

Is this part
of the strategy?

Uh-huh. I'll tell you
about it on the way.

[knock on door]

-Oh, Mary, how nice!
-Hello, Mrs. Barkley.

Come in. I was just about
to have some coffee.

Oh, no, thank you.
I just came to say goodbye.

Johnny and I are
leaving for Sacramento
on the 9:00 train.

You're leaving
before the fight?

Well, yes.

Well... can you tell me
what's happened?

Well, I have a sister
who lives in Sacramento.

Oh, I've been
promising to see her,

show Johnny off.

She's never seen Johnny.
He was born in New York.

All right, that's not true.

I'm leaving Jack.

He thinks more of
fighting than he does
of Johnny and me.

-Oh, no, Mary, that's not true!
-It is!

Mrs. Barkley,
I can't take it anymore.

Fighting means more to him
than his own life,

and I am no good
at waiting--

waiting for one good punch
from Sam Driscoll

or some other fighter!

I want to be far away.

Well, Mary, distance
isn't going to put you
far away from him.

Why don't you wait
until after the fight

-and have a talk with him,
and then--
-No, I've talked.

He's made his decision,
and I've made mine.

-Mary, if--
-No, please, Mrs. Barkley.

Hey, Kilbain,
I saw your wife
at the train station.

Looks like she's got
sense enough to leave
a loser.

All right, men,
come to the center.

Kilbain, if you've
got an injury,

there'll be no contest,
no fight, and all bets off.

Looks much
worse than it is.
Come on, let's go.

What are you trying
to do, back out, Kilbain?

Just watch me.

I'll have to take a look.

I said it's all right.
Come on, let's go.

Well, all right.

You fellows know the rules
that govern boxing
in this country.

I want a good, honest,
clean fight--

No gouging of the eyes,
no butting with the head,

and no blows
beneath the beltline.

Any questions?

Yeah, he fouled me
in Tonopah, Nevada.

You gonna watch that?

Anyone commits a foul
will be disqualified

and the purse
will be forfeited.

Now, shake hands
and go back to your corners.

When the bell rings,
come out fighting.

Don't try to make
any false claims on me.

[spectators cheering]

Gentlemen,

this contest
is scheduled for 25



and one-minute
rest periods,

under the Marquess
of Queensberry rules.

Introducing, in this corner,
Jack Kilbain!

[cheers and applause]

And his opponent,
Sam Driscoll!

[cheers and applause]

[bell dings]

[spectators shouting]

[spectators reacting]

[spectators reacting]

[distant shouting]

[spectators shouting]

[spectators reacting]

[distant shouting]

Break it up!

[spectators reacting]

[all shouting]

Get away from him, Sam!
Get away from him!

Three... four...

BARNEY: Get him!

His right!
Work on his right, Jack!

[spectators react]

CROWD: Ohh!

REFEREE: One... two...

[bell dings]

Get that stool up here!

[indistinct comments]

We'll get him now, Sam,
we'll get him now.

Jack, it's all over.

His manager's gonna realize
what that right did to you.

Do you hear me?
Do you understand me, Jack?
It's all over!

His head!

The weak spot
is in his head, Sam,
you got that?

Bang him on the left
side of the head!

You've got him punchy!

Work on those ribs,
keep him low!

No, no, no!
That's where he wants it!

Get him in the left side
of the head--

The left side, got it?

[ding]

I'm throwing in the towel!

[spectators cheer]

Get him, Sam!

[Barney shouting
instructions]

Sam, in the head!
The left side of the head!

[distant shouting]

[spectators shouting]

BARNEY: The head!
The head!

The left, Sam!

That a boy, Sam!

Left!

[spectators shouting]

[spectators react]

[indistinct shout]

BARNEY: Get him,
Sam, get him!

[spectators shouting]

BARNEY:
That a boy, Sam!

[spectators shouting]

Jack, hold on!

Hold on!
Hold on, Jack!

MAN: Get him!

[ding]

[distant cheers]

-Mary.
-Please, Mrs. Barkley.

Mary, sometimes
it's difficult
being a woman.

We don't always know
what goes on inside a man--

what he thinks,
what he needs.

To get himself k*lled--
is that what he needs?

He'll be dead, and for
no other reason than
his stubborn pride!

Well, what would you
do, Mrs. Barkley?

I don't know.

I don't know if
I'd act any different.

I just don't know.

But I think it's wrong.

You see, Mary,

if you take
away a man's pride,

he might as well be dead.

Your place is with him,
Mary, no matter what.

-[spectators shouting]
-NICK: Jack, listen to me--

Every time he
throws a right at your
blind side, he tips it--

He steps out and back
with his right foot.

Now, Heath and I will
tell you when to
throw your right

'cause we'll see it coming.
All right, now,

when we say "now,"
you step back and let
go with a right.

You got that now?
Have you got it?

[bell dings]

Ha ha ha!
You'll get him now!

Now, get in there
and get him!

Jack, are you sure
you understand?

When we say "now,"
you step back and let
go with the right.

Your fighter's got
to answer the bell,
mister, do you hear me?

Remember that. "Now"--

Step back,
let go with a right.

-Go on.
-[spectators cheer]

Come on, punchy,
I'll give you a bite
of these!

Sam, the head!

[spectators shouting]

Now!

Now!

...two... three...

four... five...

six... seven...

eight...

Now!

Now!

[cheers and applause]

One... two...

three... four...

five... six...

seven... eight...

nine... ten.

Out.

♪♪ [band plays jolly tune]

Oh, I'm glad you
came back, Mary.

If you hadn't,
it all would have meant nothing.

I could never leave
you, Jack.

Johnny and I will
always be with you.

You know,
I've been thinking.

As long as a man has
some brains left,

he ought to be able
to use them for something else

besides a target.

You don't mind if I don't
go on and fight

for the championship
do you?

-JOHNNY: No!
-MARIE: Oh, Jack!

I guess I'm just
bull-headed, honey,

but it was a decision
I had to make myself.

Well, I've got me
some money now.

I guess I 'll try
something else.

What, Pop?

I don't know.

But we'll do
all right, son.

-You ever think about
being a farmer?
-Farmer?

Uh-huh. You put about half of
that stubbornness of yours
into being a farmer,

and you might
wind up being
a very prosperous man.

Say, isn't that place
down by Frenchman's Creek
still available?

Sure is. And from
what they're askin',

it could be
quite a bargain.

Well, maybe you got
something there, cowboy.

See you later.

See you, Jack.

Ohh...

Oh, no.

Oh, not that tooth again.

Ohh!

Come on,
I'll buy you a beer.

Whiskey.

[groaning]

♪♪ [theme]