They Made Me a Criminal

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THE WINNER!

WHAT A FIGHT,

JOHNNIE!

OH, WHAT A...

THIS IS THE HAND...

THE LEFT ONE.

IT PACKS:

DYNAMITE.

IT'S THE HAND!

JUST A MINUTE,

FELLAS, WILL YOU?

JUST A MINUTE.

GOOD BOY!

LET'S GET HIM

TO HIS CORNER.

COME ON. COME ON.

Man:
SAY, YOU'RE

A SWELL MANAGER.

Second man:
COME ON.

WHERE'S JOHNNIE? WHERE IS HE?

SNAP OUT OF IT.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

HEY, BOYS,

A LITT ROOM.

HEY, JOHNNIE,

COME ON, BOY.

COME ON. YOU GOT TO SAY

A FEW WORDS TO THE PUBLIC.

OH, I DON'T KNOW

WHAT TO SAY.

THAT THING:

SCARES ME.

OH, COME ON. GO AHEAD. SAY SOMETHING.

ARE YOU:

LISTENING, MOM?

I WON, MOM, AND THERE

ISN'T A MARK ON ME,

NOT A MARK.

I'LL BE HOME SOON,

SWEETHEART,

BUT DON' WAIT UP FOR ME.

SAY, LISTEN. THIS ISN' A PRIVATE TELEPHONE LINE.

YOU GOT TO SAY SOMETHING TO THE PUBLIC.

WELL, HELLO, FOLKS.

EXCUSE ME:

FOR MENTIONING MOM,

BUT I KNOW YOU'D DO THE SAME THING

IF YOU HAD A MOTHER LIKE MINE.

WELL, ANYWAY, I WAN TO THANK YOU FOLKS

FOR ROOTING FOR ME ON MY

WAY UP TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP.

WELL, ANYWAY, I GUESS

WE'RE ALL GLAD IT'S BACK

IN THE GOOD OLD USA,

WHERE IT BELONGS.

I GUESS THAT'S ALL.

Man:
ATTABOY, JOHNNIE!

Second man:

THE NEW CHAMPION!

GREAT FIGHT,

JOHNNIE.

YOU'RE A WORLD'S

CHAMPION.

THANKS,

INSPECTOR.

CONGRATULATIONS, DOC.

Man:
I TELL YOU,

THIS KID WILL NEVER...

INSPECTOR ENNIS HERE?

YEAH, OVER THERE.

AND HE NEVER:

FOUGHT AGAIN.

HA HA HA!

OH, HELLO, PHELAN.

GOT IT?

GOT A SURPRISE:

FOR YOU, CHAMP.

WHAT'S THIS, MY BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING?

YOU REMEMBER THIS?

MY WATCH.

GEE, I'M GLAD

YOU FOUND IT.

MOM GAVE IT TO ME.

SAVED UP ALL YEAR FROM

MY HOUSEHOLD MONEY FOR IT.

HA HA!

MOTHER'S DAY AGAIN.

YEAH. WE PICKED IT UP A A SIXTH AVENUE HOCK SHOP.

WE GOT THE GUY:

THAT LIFTED IT, TOO.

YOU KNOW, THIS WATCH

MEANS MORE TO ME

THAN THAT DIAMOND BEL I WON TONIGHT.

NICE WORK.

IT WASN'T ME.

IT WAS BREWSTER.

THEY JUST SENT ME

UP WITH IT.

YEAH. YOU SEE, PHELAN IS

TOO BUSY DOWN AT THE MORGUE

TRYING TO KEEP THE STIFFS

FROM ESCAPING TO MAKE A PINCH.

HA! ISN'T THA RIGHT, MONTY?

IF YOU SAY SO, INSPECTOR,

IT MUST BE RIGHT.

Johnnie:
LET DOC

KNOW WHO THE GUY IS,

AND HE'LL BE

WELL TAKEN CARE OF.

DO YOU MIND STRAPPING

THIS ON, MY GOOD FELLA?

YOU KNOW, THERE ARE

NO POCKETS IN THIS SUIT.

NO.

THE OTHER WRIST.

SURE. THAT'S RIGHT.

THE OTHER WRIST.

I SHOULD'VE KNOWN, YOU BEING A SOUTHPAW.

FIRST HOLE.

YOU BET.

FIRST HOLE.

THAT'S SOME WRIS YOU GOT THERE.

YEAH. I GUESS I GO PLENTY WRIST THERE.

SAY, I WAS A THE FIGHT TONIGHT.

YOU SURE GOT A FUNNY WAY OF

HANDLING YOURSELF IN THERE,

LEFT-HANDED LIKE THA WITH YOUR RIGHT STUCK OUT.

THAT'S THE FIRST THING

ONE NOTICES ABOUT A MAN,

HIS STANCE,

MORE THAN HIS FACE.

YOU KNOW, A LOT OF PEOPLE LOOK ALIKE,

BUT NO TWO PEOPLE EVER

STAND JUST THE SAME WAY.

THAT'S A GREAT THEORY

YOU GOT THERE, PHELAN.

IS THAT HOW YOU:

IDENTIFIED BARNEY SCOFIELD?

YES, INSPECTOR.

YOU'D BETTER GET ALONG

BACK TO THE MORGUE.

THOSE DEAD ONES MAY START TROUBLE

IF YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE TOO LONG.

OK, INSPECTOR.

A NEW ONE:

YOU'RE RIDING?

NEW ONE? HA!

WHY, HE'S BEEN WITH THE

DEPARTMENT EVER SINCE I HAVE,

ONLY HE'S

ON MORGUE DETAIL,

WHILE I'M

AN INSPECTOR.

FUNNY THING.

HE SOMEHOW GOT THE IDEA

HE WAS A GREAT DETECTIVE,

MADE ALL KINDS:

OF PINCHES,

TILL ONE DAY, HE MADE THE WRONG ONE.

TALKING:

ABOUT PHELAN?

YEAH. REMEMBER HIM PUTTING

THE FINGER ON BARNEY SCOFIELD?

AND FINDING OU HE WAS WRONG

AFTER THEY BURNED

SCOFIELD IN THE CHAIR.

NO FOOLING.

HE DID THAT?

ALL RIGHT, JOHNNIE.

LET ME KNOW WHEN

YOU'RE READY TO GO.

I GOT A POLICE ESCOR OUTSIDE FOR YOU.

OK, INSPECTOR, AND

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING.

THEY'RE YOURS, MR. CHAMP, AND

YOU CAN CARRY AWAY THE BOX.

WRAP IT UP. HERE'S MORE OF YOUR PUBLIC.

HELLO, JOHNNIE.

GREAT FIGHT, BOY.

THANKS A LOT. I GO TO BE RUNNING AWAY NOW.

THERE'S A GANG OF

NEWSIES WAITING OUTSIDE

FOR A FEE I PROMISED THEM

AFTER THE FIGHT, SO...

THERE'S A GRAND GUY.

WINS A CHAMPIONSHIP,

AND THE FIRST THING

HE THINKS ABOU IS THE NEWSIES.

AND HIS POOR, OLD,

GRAY-HAIRED MOTHER.

"M" IS FOR THE MILLION

THINGS SHE GAVE ME

YOU THINK THAT'S

FUNNY, DON'T YOU?

LAY OFF, JOHNNIE.

HE'S CANNED.

DON'T GET SORE. I DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING.

OK.

JUST BECAUSE A GUY DOESN' DRINK AND FOOL AROUND WITH WOMEN

AND RESPECTS HIS MOTHER, YOU DON' HAVE TO MAKE A MONKEY OUT OF HIM.

DON'T PAY ANY ATTENTION TO HIM, JOHNNIE.

THE REST OF US:

THINK YOU'RE OK.

Man:
WE SURE DO,

JOHNNIE.

GOOD NIGHT.

SO LONG,

JOHNNIE BOY.

GOOD NIGHT,

JOHNNIE.

THERE GOES ONE GRAND GUY.

AM I RIGHT,

OR AM I RIGHT?

ONE GRAND GUY.

Announcer:
TONIGHT YOUTH

WAS SERVED AGAIN

WHEN YOUNG JOHNNIE BRADFIELD WON THE

LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD

IN THE SEVENTH ROUND

OF A SCHEDULED 15-ROUND BATTLE.

JOHNNIE FIGHTS:

LIKE A REAL CHAMPION.

WHILE HIS RIGHT JABS

WITH LIGHTNING PRECISION,

HIS LEFT IS PACKED

WITH DYNAMITE.

RED DYNAMITE,

I'D SAY.

SOME PARTY,

DOC, HUH?

HA HA HA!

YEAH.

Announcer:

LIVE AT HOME WITH MOTHER

AND STAY AWAY:

FROM BOOZE AND WOMEN

IS THE NEW CHAMP'S

FORMULA.

SAYS YOU,

BUT HE'S RIGHT ABOUT THE

WOMEN, ISN'T HE, JOHNNIE?

NO WOMEN:

IN THE CHAMP'S LIFE,

JUST LITTLE GOLDIE.

YEAH.

WHAT'S

THE MATTER, DOC?

YOU'RE SORE BECAUSE

YOU AIN'T GOT A GIRL?

NO.

I AIN'T SORE.

COME ON.

POUR US A DRINK.

YEAH, YEAH. A BIG ONE FOR ME, TOO, DOC.

WELL, YOU

GOT A DRINK.

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