The Champ

-How's the hip? | -Oh, it's fine.

-I'll teach you how to ride, Shirley. | -I started when I was 8.

No, I'm talking horses here, Shirley.

Don't worry, I'll make a couple of trips.

Hey, Ramn. Take him in. He'll win.

Oh, boy.

Now, where's my girlfriend?

Where's my girlfriend? | Here's my girlfriend.

How are you doing, beautiful lady?. | Beautiful Lady, I love you.

Now let me see those legs, now. | You've got great legs, honey.

Yeah, great legs. You're in great shape.

Settle down, big boy. What are you doing?

Easy, nicee and easy.

-Good morning, Billy. How's it going? | -Good morning, Carmine.

Hey, Josie, my posy, listen. | Could you help me out?

Coverfor me this afternoon, | I have some business to do.

Sure. You're going to see Goodman?

I don't know. Maybe, | but keep it under your hat, will you?

Bless you.

You're going to do it, Champ? | You're going to really do it?

We're gonna have to keep on it.

We'll go down and listen to this guy, | and if he makes any sense....

We'll listen to him. | If he makes any sense we'll consider.

-Right, T.J.? | -Right, Champ.

The Champ's going to do it!

What's the excitement, T.J.?

Charlie Goodman. He wants the Champ. | The Champ w'I fight again.

-Charlie Goodman? | -Charlie Goodman.

There's nothing. | You're listening to my kid?

-Do you want to fight again? | -I didn't say nothing.

What are you getting me in trouble for?.

-Good luck, Billy. | -Good luck nothing. I didn't say nothing.

Why did you say that to him?

Billy, slow down.

If you feel like going in the ring again, | maybe you shoud, but be caareful.

You're 37. | Last time you fought you were 30.

Jersey Joe Walcott fought | the Heavyweight World Championship...

-...when he was 37 years old. | -I know.

Archie Moore was 50. | Nobody knows how old he was.

I know that, too.

But neither of those guys | Laid off for seven years.

Good morning.

-Hey, Jimmy. | -Hey.

$1,200 I made off you | in that Johnny Ward fight.

Doubled up on the hooks, | caught him in the eighth.

You were Beautiful, Billy. I remember | watching your fights and saying to myself:

"My God, this kid has got such talent."

I figure you hold the title | forfive more years...

..but you have one bad fight, | Lose it and you walk away.

I got to go, Mr. Riley.

Good luck, Bily.

Come on, let's go! | What's the holdup here?

Let's go, let's go! | Come on, come on, keep coming.

-Where have you been? | -I forgot to get something for you.

-What have you got in the box? | -I'I show you later.

Do you like it?

Yeah, I like it.

I like it very much.

-It's for your comeback. | -Comeback?

-Comeback's for has-beens, right?. | -Right, Champ.

All right, | Let's get this show on the road here.

-Yeah, baby, no kidding? | -No.

Wait, hold on.

Hi, Bily.

That's Billy Flynn.

Billy Flynn. Yeah. | I've seen him. That's him.

Come on, you got him! Up! Up!

Pick it up, Donny! | Pick it up, for Christ's sakes!

What have I got here, | a fighter or a piece of meat?.

I said jump, move! I mean it! | You're not showing me nothing!

Watch your hands. | You look like a bum out there.

Goddamn it! Get the hell out of here! | Get out of there! You're no fighter!

What's the matter, fatso? | What do you expect?

Get out there and punch. Get out there.

Move. Get him.

Get your hands up, Ernie. | Getyour hands up!

Move! Hit him! He's wide open! | What are you doing?

Move in on him! Hit him.

Bily.

Georgie.

-It's good to see you. | -It's so nice to see you, Georgie.

I got something to show you. | I saved this for you for seven years.

Your gloves. The gloves of a champion.

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