Golden Boy

I don't care whether you're broke

or on the bread line

or ready to lay down and die.

You're not gonna get rid of me

at bargain rates, Tom Moody.

You want a divorce?

Just lay 5, 000 bucks on the line,

and you'll find yourself a single man

so quick it'll knock you dizzy.

Monica. Monica.

Ten million men were killed

in the last war, 10 million.

Why did they have to let me

come back to marry her?

Five thousand bucks

for a divorce.

I can't even raise the dough

to pay my hotel bill, and she wants 5 grand.

What am I gonna do, Lorna?

What am I gonna do? This is the end.

We'll start by fixing your tie.

She's kicked me from pillar

to post ever since I met her.

What does she want,

my head on a plate?

I've done everything

I could for her.

Now, when the only fighter

I've got left is Lucky Nelson,

she wants $5,000

for a divorce.

I don't see that it's funny.

I'm not laughing.

This means as much to me

as it does to you.

If she's out of the way,

we can get married.

Otherwise, I'm just

a dame from Newark.

I don't like the feeling.

Oh, for Pete's sake, Lorna. I'd give

my right arm to say "Mrs. Moody" to you.

As soon as I get rid of her,

we'll get married.

Don't worry. I'll hang on.

I've got nothing to do

for the next couple of years.

Gee, if I had some money, I'd buy you

something. I don't know what.

Look, if Lucky Nelson wins tonight,

I'll take you dancing at the casino.

He won't win.

How do you know? I don't know,

so how do you know?

Are you crazy? Nelson hasn't a chance

against Sailor Anderson.

It's the 20th century, Tom.

No more miracles.

Yes, I know. I've been off

the gold standard for ages.

This used to be

a gorgeous town.

In 1928, New York was

hot with money.

My mother died in '28.

I haven't had a break in years.

"Carry Me Back to Old Virginny."

That's how I feel.

I'm down for the count, Lorna.

You know what

I like about you?

You take everything so serious.

Come on, get up off the floor.

You still look good to me.

I need you, Lorna.

I need you all the time.

I wish I could give you

everything you want.

Mr. Moody.

Don't you knock when

you walk in an office?

Sorry, I forgot. If you want, I'll...

Speak your piece and get out.

I just ran over from the gym.

What gym?

Where Lucky Nelson trains.

He just broke his hand.

What?

It's a fact.

Is Borneo over there, my trainer?

He's looking after Nelson.

Well, you can put me

in a bughouse right now.

"Moody's the name, folks.

Step right up and wipe your shoes."

That Nelson.

Well, come on,

let's go to the funeral.

I gotta get hold of Roxy Lewis

and cancel the match.

I don't think it's necessary

to cancel, Tom.

Oh, you don't?

Who the devil are you?And who are you

to call me Tom? Are we acquainted?

Why don't you let me

take Nelson's place.

What?

I can take Nelson's place.

Did you hear that, Lorna?He wants

to fight Sailor Anderson. Him.

He's got curls too.

Going down.

Can't you fix it

with Roxy Lewis?

Can't you do it?

Now look, kid, go on home

before I forget my manners.

Then you won't like it, I won't like it

and Miss Moon here, she won't like it.

How do you do, Miss Moon?

I need a good manager, Mr. Moody.

You used to be tops around town,

everyone says so.

I think you can develop me.

I can fight.

You don't know it,

but I can fight.

Main floor. Watch your step, please.

Why don't you give me

this chance, Tom?

I don't want you calling me Tom.

You're brash, you're fresh,

and your hair's too long.

In fact, you're an insult to my

whole nature. Now, go home.

Let's get together, Tom.

It isn't safe to walk

in the streets anymore.

Lunatics on every corner.

Maybe you're wasting your time.

Look, I've studied Anderson's style

for months.

I've perfected the exact punch

to stop him cold.

Have you ever watched him closely?

He likes to pull your lead.

He hesitates for a second,

slips his face away and he's in.

Suppose you catch that second when

he hesitates, he's open for the punch.

What do you do with his left hook?

Avoid it.

I'm waiting for your answer.

Look, you idiot, did you

ever hear of Phil Marco?

I heard of him.

Anderson put him away in 12 minutes.

Ever hear of Eddie Newton,

Frisco Samuels, Mike Mason?

Did you ever hear of me?

No. Who are you?

I would honestly like

to know. Who are you?

My name's Bonaparte.

That isn't funny.

Didn't that name used to get a laugh?

Now, tell the truth. Didn't it?

Call me Joe.

And your hair, didn't that

used to get a giggle too?

You don't seem as intelligent

as I thought you were.

Oh, stop it, Tom.

You can't blame me.

I haven't laughed in years.

I don't like it.

I don't want you to do it.

I'm sorry I did that, Tom.

We should be together,

Tom, not apart.

Leave me alone. You're nuts.

Do you know what you do to me?

You embarrass me.

What's the good word, doc?

You know, it's like a dream.

One minute I got a middleweight,

and the next minute he's a piece

of pulp with a busted mitt.

It was sort of funny, but you see...

Funny?

Get him out of here.

I can't stand his sense of humour.

I phoned Roxy, Tom.

He's on his way over.

Ah, this is the end. I'm off

my top with the whole thing.

We ought to get together, Tom.

What are you doing here? Didn't I

park you out in the fresh air?

You ought to be ashamed

to show your face around here.

This is the boy that did it to Nelson.

What?

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