Cinderella Man (2005) Script

Attaboy! Keep him busy!

One. Jesus.

Two. You got it.

Three. He ain't getting up!

Four, five, six... seven, eight, nine, ten.


Come here, Jimmy.

Get that sleeping beauty out of here!

That's ten in a row, Jimmy! Ten!

By a knockout, at one minute 46 seconds in the second round... tonight's light heavyweight winner... from the great state of New Jersey... the Bulldog of Bergen, James J. Braddock!

You're gonna be the next champ, Jimmy!

Hey, how you doing?

Just give them a few. Leave them wanting.

You want to sign my name for me, too?

At least then they can read it.

You gave him a cold meat party.

Sign this for me, Mr. Braddock.

You've been getting stronger with every fight.

I've been seeing it.

You may favor the right, sure, but you got no stage fright or nerves.

And you have never been knocked out.

You're in line. That's all I'm saying, Jimmy.

You're gonna get your shot.

All right, let me see what we got here.

$886 for Jeanette...

$772 for Lou and Whitey...

$1,000 for the ring fees, my $2,658 and your $3,544... makes $8,860. Stick that in your mattress, Irishman.

When we get there, you gonna come in and see the kids?

It's been a while. Come on. They miss their Uncle Joey.

Yeah, that's very sweet. You still married to the same girl?

I was this morning.

Well, congratulations. Maybe I'll take a rain check.

And would you tell her... will you tell her I undercharged on the gym fees... and no load on the towel? Would you do that for me, please?

I will be sure to point it out. I appreciate it.

You stop up at the corner here somewhere, Frank.

Home to Jersey for Mr. Adventure over here.

All right, see you, Frank.

I could kill you!

I like the sound of that.

Yeah, I like the sound of that a lot.

Jimmy. Yeah?

My sister.

Daddy, did we win?

Yeah, we won.

How are you, Alice?

Good. That's wonderful, Jimmy.

Hey, Howard.

Thank you.

So tell me about him.

Was he a real slugger?

You know, you could come and watch.

No. You get hit... every time, it feels like I'm getting hit, too.

And I'm not half as tough as you are.

So, tell me about the girls.


I was at the Garden, it was a fight night...

Come on. There was one.

There must've been one. No.

Blond? Brunette.


Like a gazelle.

I don't know how it is she breathed up there.

Mr. Braddock!

You're so strong!

And your hands, they're so big.

You're so powerful!

Jimmy, I'm so proud of you.

I'm so proud of you.

Introducing... two-time state Golden Gloves title holder... in both the light heavyweight and heavyweight divisions...

21-0, with 16 wins coming by way of knockout... the Bulldog of Bergen, the pride of New Jersey... and the hope of the Irish... as the future champion of the world...

James J. Braddock.

Ma, you woke me up.

Well, you kicked the covers off, honey.

Now you go back to sleep, all right?

Good night, Mom.

Good night, sweetheart.

I can't find my socks.

Jim! I'm sorry.


Great. I'm sorry, baby.

I washed them last night. Took them right off your feet.

Don't you remember? No.

Well, you were out like a light.

How do I keep them this warm?

Mama, I want to eat, too.

Mommy will get you some, honey.

Hey, Rosy-Rosy. Good morning, good morning.

Got a notice yesterday. Gas and electric.

Come on.

Okey-dokey, there we go. I'll get the milk.

Well, I think there's some left over.


You know, I got that fight tonight at the armory.

Yeah, one guy, Abe Feldman.

That's $50, win or lose.

That's good.

If I beat him, maybe I can get my purses back up to $75.

That would be great.

Rosy, use your fork, please.

Who needs a cow, huh?

Mama, I want some more.

I'm sorry, sweetheart. We need to save some for the boys.

Here you go.

You know, Mae, I dreamed last night... that I was having dinner at The Ritz.

With Mickey Rooney and George Raft.

Really! Yeah.

And I dreamed I had a steak. A thick, juicy steak.

Like this, Rosy.

And then I had a mountain of mashed potatoes... and I went back for ice cream three times.

I'm stuffed.

I'm absolutely full. I cannot eat another thing.

Want to give me a hand?


Boys, hurry up. Don't dawdle.

Let's try and sleep a little more.

I need nine men and only nine.

One. Two. Three.

Four. Five. Six.

Seven. Eight. Nine. That's it!

All right, let's get a move on!

Go on, get going! Got a lot of work today!

Hey, Dad. Hey.

No shifts today, Dad? What're you doing, son?

I'm being good. I'm being quiet. I'm being 'hayve.



Hey, Rosy-cheeks. How you doing?

Daddy, Jay stole!

What? Jay stole.

What's all this about? See? It's a salami.

Young lady, your brother's in enough trouble... without you telling on him. You understand?

It's from the butcher's.

And he won't say a word about it, will you, Jay?

Will you, Jay?

Okay, pick it up. Let's go.

Do not test me, boy. Right now.

Howard, stay here.

Okay, let's go! Come on, give me a hand here!

Great, then you don't get paid!


Don't forget to pick it up easy!

Marty Johnson had to go away to Delaware to live with his uncle.


His parents didn't have enough money for them to eat.

Yeah, well, things ain't easy at the moment, Jay, you're right.

But there's a lot of people worse off than what we are.

And just 'cause things ain't easy... that don't give you the excuse to take what's not yours, does it?

That's stealing, right? And we don't steal.

No matter what happens, we don't steal.

Not ever. You got me?

Are you giving me your word? Yes.

Go on. I promise.

And I promise you... we will never send you away.

It's okay, kid.

You got a little scared. I understand.

It's okay.

Jim, he's a very slow guy.

Just plants himself there.

So you just keep him steady.

Keep him trapped in the middle. Keep dancing around him, okay?

You know what to do. You know this type.

That guy's a bum.

Two bits will get a guy a seat.

And that guy gets to watch you bleed and call you a bum.

And I know I gotta take it from him, 'cause he's a paying customer.

I see.

Well, well, well.

Pardon me, miss. Allow me to restate my position.

Mr. Abraham Feldman is a novice fighter... whose ass you should gently kick... until it is humped up between his shoulder blades.

That is, if it doesn't offend your overly sensitive nature.

God knows.

Now, you see, that break's still a few weeks away.

I know. Yeah.

And you were gonna tell me about this when?

It's gonna be fine. It's not fine. No, it's not.

What the hell? You don't tell me?

What the hell kinda crap is that? I owe everybody money, Joe.

I can't get any shifts.

We ain't got any cash.

I got it.

Screw them. I'll tape it double.


Keep up. Stay up.

Keep moving. Keep your legs moving.

And here comes Braddock with his long-time manager, Joe Gould.

You're washed up, Braddock.

And now for our main event.

Hey, which one's us, pal?

Jersey veteran James J. Braddock... is up against Hymie Chaplin's latest charge... young Abe Feldman from Schenectady, New York.

Six rounder.

Some might recall that Braddock was once... a light heavyweight title challenger.

His golden-boy peak ended when Tommy Loughran... handled Jim over 15 rounds back in '29.

Since then, the oft-injured Braddock... has shown only a glimmer of his early promise.

And the losses have started to pile up.

But Braddock continues to battle.

And here comes the popular Abe Feldman.

Feldman looks to be the real thing... and showed some real moxie in his recent win over Hans Birkie.

Hey, who whipped Latzo?

I did. Goddamn right.

Who KO'ed Slattery in the ninth... when everybody said he didn't have a rainmaker's chance in hell?

That'd have to be me, too. Right.

And we're supposed to pucker our assholes over this Abe Feldman?

The guy couldn't break wind. No.

Hey, Jimmy.

Anyplace else you'd rather be?

No. Good.

Now, what are you gonna do about it?

Here we are halfway through the fifth.

And it's more of the same.

The boys clinch again.

Break it up.

He's crushing my guy. Get him off!


The boo-birds have started flying here.

They want action from these fighters.

Feldman sticks a left in Braddock's face.

Braddock's right hand is his best and only weapon.

He'll show the left, but it lacks snap and Feldman knows it.

Come on, give these yokels a shot in the ass!

Feldman ducks a haymaker but fails to follow up.

And another big right by Braddock.

Now, there's the Braddock we all recall.

But it's one at a time. It may not be enough.

Come on!

The referee pulls the boys apart.

And there's the bell to end the fifth.

Easy now. Easy.

I saw that. You bust it again?

I'm calling it, Jim.

You gonna use the left? Okay, good.

You get in there but you don't let him crowd you.

You work his belly, you hammer his belly with the left.

Last round. Come on, you got to show me something.

Give me a good one. You're giving me an ulcer, Harry!

Shut up.

Work his belly with the left. You got it?

Give him the flapdoodle with the right because he don't know.

Right? 'Cause he's kind of stupid.

Okay? Last round.

Last round! Go get him!

The left!

Damn it, I wish he could find his goddamn left.

That's it! Change it up!

Southpaw, that's it!

Feldman prancing around, looking for an opening... but still few clean punches by the fighters.

Braddock still pawing away with the left.

Another ineffectual left from Feldman.

Braddock can hardly lift his arms. He's slow on his feet.

At least Gould in his corner is still throwing punches... trying to urge his man on.

Go home!

Go home, Braddock!

No holding, Braddock!

Cavanaugh's working harder than the fighters.

Dry up!

Another clinch.

It's as if 80 tough fights have finally jumped on Braddock's back.

You're a bum!

That's it!

Cavanaugh pulls them apart, and he's called the fight.

He's called the fight.

It's a "no contest."

And the popcorn and the peanuts are raining down.

And I'm afraid to say that's all these fighters deserve... for the show they put on tonight.

I'm telling you, it's sad to see a fighter that was once... the caliber of James Braddock reduced to this.

It's all right, Jimmy.

An embarrassment, that's what it was.

An embarrassment!

Where the hell's the purse?

You wouldn't have to be asking that... if you gave a shit about your fighter.

Okay. He's fighting hurt.

Maybe you got a bunch of fat and happy fighters at home... can afford to rest a month between bouts. I don't know. Lucky you!

Christ, he hardly gets a punch in anymore!

Fights being stopped by referees? He's pathetic!

Fights like that keep people away.

We're revoking his license, Joe.

Whatever Braddock was gonna do in boxing, I guess he's done it.

Wait a minute. That's all.

Oh, boy.

Mr. Johnston!


What's going on?

You didn't tell him? Yeah, of course I told him.

He wanted to hear it from you.

Come on, Mr. Johnston, no contest?

I broke my hand. Okay? It's legit.

You don't see me crying about it.

I don't see what you got to complain about.

I still went out there, I still put on a show. I did what I could do.

You know, we did that boondock circuit for you... me and Joe. Remember?

I didn't quit on you. And I didn't quit tonight.

I didn't always lose.

I won't always lose again.

I can still fight. Go home.

I can still fight. Go home to Mae and the kids, Jim.

Go home? Go home with what?

Go home with what? A broken hand from Mount Vernon?

Mr. Johnston!


What happened?

I didn't get the dough.

They didn't pay up.

They called it a "no contest," said the fight was an embarrassment.

They decommissioned me.

Jimmy, what happened to your hand?

It's broke again in three places.

They said I'm through, Mae.

They said I can't be a boxer no more.



Jimmy, if you can't work... we're not gonna be able to pay the electric, or the heat.

And we're out of credit at the grocery.

So I think we need to pack the kids.

They could stay at my sister's for a little while... and I'll take in more sewing.

That way we could make two, three breadlines a day.

I'll get doubles, triples, whatever I can find.

Jimmy, you can't work. Mae, I can still work.

Jimmy, you can't work. Your hand's broken.

They see me lugging this around, you're right, they won't pick me.

Not down the docks, not anywhere.

So we're gonna cover it up... with the shoe polish.


I'm sorry. No.



I need five and only five!

Come on, Jake!





Five. That's it!

What the hell happened to your face?

I got in a fight. Yeah?

What'd you go do that for?

That's a good question.

Mike Wilson.

Jim Braddock.

I used to follow a pretty good fighter with that name.

And there's some other guy going around using that name now.

Can't fight for shit.

Gambling man will lose a lot of money on him. Twice.

That hand ain't gonna work.

You can't slow me down. I need this job.

I need the job, too.

What's wrong with the goddamn hand?

You see us falling behind, Jake?

He's all right.

Appreciate it.

I'll get a cold beer.

Just a water for me, Quincy.

All I got today are big spenders.

Beer for him, too. I'm buying.

Don't hurt my feelings.

It's been a while, but... You don't have to twist my arm.

Yeah, I used to be a broker. Still lost it all in '29.

Yeah, me, too.

I had just about everything I ever earned in stocks.

Even had a little taxi company.

I mean, who loses their dough on cabs in New York City, right?

Well, I thought that one was gold for the grandkiddies.

You know, there's people living in shacks in Central Park.

Call it the Hooverville.

This government's dropped us flat.

We need to organize, you know? Unionize. Fight back.

Fight? Fight what?

Bad luck? Greed? Drought?

No point punching things you can't see.

No, we'll work a way through this.

FDR, he's gonna handle it. Screw FDR.

FDR, Hoover, they're all the same.

You know, I come home one day. I stand in my living room.

And between the mortgage and the market and the goddamn lawyer... that was supposed to be working for me... it stopped being mine.

It all stopped being mine.

FDR ain't given me my house back yet.

Mama, why can't I go to school?

Is it because I'm a girl?

Maybe. Hadn't thought of that.

Who's that man at our house?

Excuse me!

Can I help you?

I'm sorry, lady, you're past due.

No, you can't.

You can't. There's kids.

If I don't, they let me go.

They already let two guys go. Please.

This apartment, it's what we got left that keeps us hanging on.

Lady, I got kids, too.


How much to turn it back on?

Four months. $44.12.

If I work 26 hours out of every 24, it still won't add up.

We ain't got nothing. Nothing left to sell.

All the guys you could've married, huh?

Yeah. What happened to those guys?

It's Howard.

Since this afternoon.

Bless us, O Lord... and these thy gifts which we are about to receive... from thy bounty.

I'm all prayed out.

Here's more firewood.

Where are you going? I said where are you going?

Go to hell, you no-good bastard!

Go on, then! We don't need you!

All right. Help me, pick up some of that wood.

I got it, Mama. All right, let's go, sweetheart.

All right, honey.

Nice and warm, huh?



Look at Mommy.



What's wrong?

Nothing, sweetheart.

Mommy will be right back, okay?

Howard's fever was getting worse and then Rosy started to sneeze.

Where are they, Mae? Jim, we can't even keep 'em warm.

Where are the kids?

The boys will sleep on the sofa at my father's in Brooklyn.

And Rosy'll stay at my sister's.

Jimmy, we can't keep 'em!

You don't make decisions about our children without me.

What if they get really sick? We already owe Dr. McDonald...

If you send them away, then all this has been for nothing!

It's just until we get back... What else was it for?

If we can't stay together, that means we lost!

That means we've given up! I am not giving up!

I'm trying to protect our children. Mae, I promised him.

Outside the butcher's.

I looked him in the eyes... and I promised him with all of my heart...

I would never ever send him away.

You can't do this.

You weren't here.

You can't break my promise.

Jim, you didn't see. You weren't here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

What are you doing?


Jimmy! Where you going?

Where you going, Jimmy?

That doesn't qualify you, sir. What else can you tell me?

The problem is my wife is losing all of her teeth.

I got a relief order for her.

The doctor says it's due to insufficient diet.

She's still nursing the baby on account of... we can't afford milk for the family.


I never thought I'd see you here, Jim.

He jumped up... kicked his stool out of the ring... and he was just, he was furious.

I grabbed the mike...

There's Jimmy Braddock.

The thing is, I can't afford to...

I can't afford to pay the heat.

I've had to farm out my kids.

You know, they keep cutting shifts down at the docks... and you just don't get picked every day.

I sold everything I've got that anybody would buy.

I went on public assistance. I signed on at the relief office.

They gave me $19. I need another $18.38... so I can pay the bill and get the kids back.

You know me well enough to know if I had anywhere else to go...

I wouldn't be here.

If you could help me through this time, I sure would be grateful.

Sure, Jim. Sure.

Good luck.


Hey, Jimmy.

Here you go, Jim.

Good luck, Jim.

I'm sorry, Joe, I didn't... I'm sorry.

What in the hell do you have to be sorry about?

Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

How short are you?

About $1.50.


We're home! Hooray, we're home!

We're glad to be home!


Okay. All right.

Howard, don't jump on the bed. Sorry, Mama.

Read to me, Jay.

"On his way up and down the stairs..."

Do you like being home? I like being home, too.

My little doll.

Make a wish, kids.


Hey, Howard, come on. They're gonna cut the cake up.

You wanna line up, huh?

You looking forward to some chocolate cake?

I liked it better when we had our own.

I can understand that.

Hiya, Howard. Hi.

Hey, your dad ever tell you that I used to spar with him?

You hit the Father? As often as I possibly could.

He was kinda tricky, though. Hard to catch.

Go and get some cake. Go on.

Missed you at mass, Jimmy.

I can get an extra shift on a Sunday, you know?

Don't you walk away from me! James.

Mike, you hear me?

Excuse me.

Every day, "fix the world." How about fixing your family?

What kind of father are you?

Too proud to cross the street because she can't have her own cake?

And now you're drunk at church, for Chris's sake.

That a joke, Sara? Making a joke? I'm just saying it's enough!

Guys, where's the ref? Why don't you stay out of this?

It's between man and wife. How do you even call yourself that?

What'd you say to me? Come on.

Get your hands off me!

You've had a couple drinks. It's Sunday.

No harm in that. Day of rest. All washed up. Can't get a fight.

What, you want to fight me?

Mike, you don't have to do this.

I ain't got no beef with you.

Come on! Can't make it in the ring, huh?

Come on, Braddock, I'll take your head off!

Jim, no! Mike, you okay, baby?

Why don't you get off me?

Go to hell! The both of you!

Jesus, Jim, he wasn't gonna hit me.

Mike, wait!

Now, what it's all about is rotating your body behind your fist.

Bang. That's right. Right in the kisser, yeah.

There you go.

Good girl. You got a better jab than your dad.

Boy, you are a brave man. Not really. Mae's at the store.

That's a good one, kiddo!

You want to go play with the other kids while I talk to Uncle Joe?

Joe Gould, still looking dapper, I see.

Certainly. Gotta keep up appearances, right?

Good to see you, Jimmy. Nice to see you, Joe.

Nice day, huh?


You drove all the way out here to talk about the weather?

Maybe I was in the neighborhood. Did you ever think of that?

Little fresh air.

Joe, this is Jersey.

Yeah. Good point.

I got you a fight.

Go to hell. Come on. You want it, don't you?

What, we gonna bring this up with the Boxing Commission, or not?

Yes, and they'll sanction it. This one fight, and one fight only.

It's not a comeback, right? It's just one fight.

Why? 'Cause of who you're fighting.

How much?

Just once, ask me who it is you're fighting.

How much? $250.

You're on at the big show at the Garden, tomorrow night.

You fight Corn Griffin, Jimmy.

Number two heavyweight contender in the world.

Prelim before the championship bout.

You know, Joe, this ain't funny. No, it's not.

And it ain't no favor, either.

Griffin's opponent got cut, and he couldn't fight.

So they had to find somebody they could throw in at a day's notice.

Nobody legit would...

Nobody would take a fight with Griffin without training.

So I told them use the angle Griffin's gonna knock out a guy... never been knocked out.

You're meat, Jimmy.

Are you on the level, Joe?

Come on. Always.

For $250, I would fight your wife.

Now you're dreaming.

And your grandmother. At the same time.

Teeth in or teeth out? Take them out.

Then you're dead. You're down, you're gone.

No chance. $250?

250 bananas. Come here.

Get your programs here!

Programs here! 25 cents!

I mean, for Chris's sake, 100 and something fights... you never been knocked out.

Who the hell goes and sells his gear?

80 fights as a pro, 50 as an amateur.

How soon they forget! I'm so sorry.

Borrowed gear, borrowed robe. Knock yourself out.


I might as well get an Aooga horn and chase him around the ring.

That's good. You been drinking?

Are you trying to hurt my feelings?

You're just too loose. You're spooking me. Sharpen up.

Come on, Joe, we both know what this is, right?

I get to put a little more distance between my kids and the street... and I get to say good-bye at the Garden.

Full house, night of a big fight.

Thank you very much.

Right. Come on, hurry up.

Let's get the lead out of here.

What the hell was that?

They ran out of soup on the line this morning.

Ran out of soup on the line this morning.

How the hell are you supposed to fight on an empty stomach?

Good evening.

Welcome to tonight's broadcast of the Primo Carnera/Max Baer fight... for the heavyweight championship of the world!

Hash is all they had, okay? Eat, quick.

You got a spoon? For Chris's sake, it's not there?

Come on, we gotta go anyway. One bite, Joe.

I'll eat it with my fingers. Whoa, hey!

I don't have time to re-tape you.

Just sit tight, and I'll find you a spoon.

For Chris's sake.

Is that a ghost I'm seeing? An apparition?

Or is that James J. Braddock, the Bulldog of Bergen?

How you feeling, Jimmy? How's that right hand?

Braddock, you're up!

Sporty Lewis, how you doing? How you doing?

July 18, 1929.

New York Herald.

Proving he was too young and too green... and rushed to the top...

Loughran wiped the ring with the Bulldog's career.

A sad and somber funeral... with the body still breathing.

I don't fight the fights, Jimmy, I just write about them, see?

Sporty, save the crap for the customers.

Who's Jim Braddock?

Go get your pencil out, kid. I got your lead line for you.

Go ahead, I'm not kidding, write this down.

The walk from the locker room to the ring... was the only time tonight old Jim Braddock...

Looking good, Jimmy!

...was seen on his feet. You got that?

Before tonight's championship battle, we'll bring you... a special bout featuring Charlie Harvey's soldier boy...

Corn Griffin.

Griffin is the fella that ran rings... around the champion Carnera in training.

And who's his opponent?

Looks like they dug old Jim Braddock out of retirement... at least for one more fight.

Hey, Mike! Griffin is up in the ring now.

Braddock? Isn't that your buddy? Look at the size of him!

In this corner... the sensational heavyweight slugger... from Fort Benning, Georgia... who is punching a path to the top of the division.

John "Corn" Griffin!

His opponent: The popular battler... who has never been KO'ed in more than 80 professional bouts...

Quincy, beer. We got a fight!

...the power-punching veteran... from North Bergen, New Jersey...

James J. Braddock!

The skinny from the reporters at ringside... is that Braddock won't last two rounds.

Griffin is a five-to-one favorite to do just that.

But Joe Gould claims Braddock's right hand is fine.

Jimmy will need two good hands tonight.

Griffin storms out of his corner!

Things are uptempo right away.

Come on, Braddock, make a fight of it!

Get out of it! Get out, Jimmy!

Braddock takes a left to the body and a hard right to the head!

Braddock's giving ground now.

A hard right!

Pins him in the neutral corner.

Get outta there, Jim! Get out!

Griffin's all over him!

Braddock taking hard jabs.

And Braddock is down.

Shut up! I wanna hear this! Shut up!

Jim? You're fine. Stay down.

One. Two. Stay down! What's the hurry?

Three. Four. Hey! Listen.

I liked the left. Try two lefts. Five.

Give him two lefts! Six.

Pop, pop! Double it up. Seven.

How 'bout it? Up, up. Eight.

What the hell are you doing? Let's go.


Yeah, come on, Jimmy! On your feet, come on!

The referee waving Griffin in.

Move in on that.

Nice move!

Bring him in!

Snaps a stiff jab! Another!

Welcome to New York.


That's more like it! Let me see that cut.

You look great!

It sure as hell beats working on the docks!

Say, the two jabs look sensational! They look sweet!

Now, he's loading up on you. You see that?

He opens up after you jab him. You gotta come in there with a right.

Real quick.

But you gotta stop some of those left hands.

You see any getting past my head?

Keep moving!

Griffin still winging big shots.

He wants to be the first to stop Braddock.

Braddock gets in another big right hand!

Snapped Griffin's head back with that one.

Come on!

Griffin loading up.

Move out! Give him the slip, Jimmy!

Another big flurry by Griffin!

Braddock hanging tough but, folks, he is taking a beating!

That's two rounds more than I thought he was gonna go.

He's a half a step behind you. Do you feel it?

Stick with it.

Busy, busy.

Six minutes of fury so far.

Braddock has the look of a man trying to hold back an avalanche.

Griffin hits him with a left.

And Braddock is stepping in post holes.

Keep him in front of you!

Lure him in, Jim.

Jimmy's finally moving his head.

Pick your spot!

And Griffin is down!

Where the hell have you been, Jimmy Braddock?

One. Two. Three.

He's up at three.

The referee wipes his gloves.

That's it! No daylight!

Take it to him!

Another big right by Braddock!

Finish him, Jimmy!

Knock him back to the goddamn Ozarks!

Griffin is ready to go!

Be careful.

Get back.

Get back there. Get back in your corner.


This fight is over! This is incredible!

Corn Griffin, the number two contender in the world... has just been knocked out by Jim Braddock in the third round!

What an upset!

You son of a bitch!

It's pandemonium here in the Garden!

That's it, man, he did it! I don't believe it!

You beautiful bastard!

Settle down, for Chris's sake!

Jesus H. Christ!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Mary Magdalene... all the saints and martyrs and Jesus!

Did I say "Jesus"?

Where the hell did that come from?

I don't know. When my hand was broke...

I had to work down on the docks and I had to use my left.

So, what? No, that and luck.

Luck? Sheer dumb-ass Irish luck.

Don't give me that luck-of-the-lrish crap. No, sir.

Lucky? That's something you ain't been in a long time, brother.

Everybody's due.

Due or not, I'll take it. You had the left.

The left. But you were bouncy.

You were bouncing.

Unbelievable. Sliding, slipping. You were like a cat.

I did that on hash.

Imagine what I would've done to him if I'd had a couple of steaks.


That was one hell of a good-bye.

Here you go, fellas! Have at him!

Jesus Christ!

Murder him, Maxie!


This is fighting?

Why doesn't he just hit him with a goddamn chair?

Griffin was supposed to fight Baer next.

He should kiss your ass for saving him from that thing.

Throw him down, Maxie!

Give it to him, Maxie!

Ladies and gentlemen... the new heavyweight champion of the world...

Max Baer!

Come on! He's home.

I won.

Hooray, he won! I knew you'd win!

He won, he won, he won!

Get the silverware.

So was it like you said? Or are they letting you back in?

No, baby. It was just one fight.

All right, I need seven men, and seven only!

One. Two. Three.

Four. Five.



Listened in last night. Was that really you?


Didn't think I'd be seeing you back here.

It came up at the last minute, you know?

It was a one-fight deal. The purse was $250.

My end of that was a little less than half. It was, like, $123.

We owed $118. Left me with $5.

Makes you a rich man, huh? Around here.

Good fight. Thanks.

Dock seven. Seven.

Hey, Jim. Hey, Mike.

Good fight. Thanks.

I wouldn't have hit Sara. I know, Mike.

I couldn't live with myself if I'd have hit her.

Just get so angry with all this shit.

You know, if you were gonna win, you could've told me.

If I knew I was gonna win, I would've bet on myself.

Why can't you ever listen to me? I don't know. determine whether the strikers were willing... to submit to an arbitration situation.

Tension pervaded the New York waterfront yesterday.

Why don't you go play with the boys, sweetheart?

Be careful.

Hey, Rosy. Hi, Daddy!

You know, Joe Gould was just here.

Yeah, I saw. You did?

He thinks the Commission might be willing to... reverse their ruling.

He thinks he can get me another fight.

He wants me to stop working and get back in shape.

I thought it was just the one fight.

Well, yeah.

He fronted us $175 so I can train.

You know what that is right there?

That's a second chance.

That's what that is.

It's not that I'm not grateful... or proud, honey. I'm so proud of you.

But we got off easy when you broke that hand.

We're back to even now.

Right. And nine months from now, we're back in the same boat.

Baby, please.

We just don't have anything left to risk.


There's still some juice in these legs, and I can still take a few.

Baby, please.

Just let me take them in the ring.

At least I know who's hitting me.

I'm gonna go and tell the kids.

Jay! Guess what. What?

I got another fight! Who with?

I don't know, but he's going down. Hey, Howard.


Joe, open the door.

Joe! Open the damn door!

Don't hide in your fancy apartment. I want to talk to you.

You are not gonna make my husband your punching bag all over again.

We are just getting by, and you're taking him from his work... like some bloodsucking little leech!

And I will not let you get him hurt again like that... do you hear me? I will not let you!

Guess you better come in.

How is it?

Too sweet per usual.

Really? Go figure.

Yours? Nice, thanks.

Sorry about that.

You just don't want folks to see you down is all.

I didn't know. I mean, I thought that...

Yeah, no. That's the idea. Always keep your hands up.

Sold the last of it two days ago.

So Jimmy could train.


Sometimes you have an instinct, Mae.

You see something in a fighter.

You don't even know if it's real, you're looking for it so bad.

Can't have no hope at all.

But this is crazy.

I mean, you don't even know if you can get him a fight.

I'll get him a fight.

Believe me, if it's the last thing I do, I'll get him a fight.

Honey. Go get us some of those crackers, would you?

She looks good wearing the pants.

Can you ever stop yours?

When he sets his mind to a thing?

I wish I could.

See, I never know who it's harder on... them or us.

We have to wait for them to fix everything.

And every day...

they feel like they're failing us.

And really, it's just the world that's failed, you know?

This is a lovely apartment. Thank you.

Now, what am I gonna go and do that for?

You saw the papers.

"News" had to print extra copies the day after Braddock's fight.

People are sentimental, you know. Some people are sentimental.

Yeah, so tell me why I care.

You're still sore over the way Braddock took down Griffin, fine.

I can understand that. It was a heartbreak for a lot of people.

Yes. But look.

You got guys fighting an elimination series... over who gets a shot at Max Baer for the championship in June.

John Henry Lewis, he's your number two in line.

Now, he already defeated Braddock once in Frisco, correct?

Say you put Braddock back in the game against Lewis.

Lewis wins, you get your revenge on Braddock... and your boy has gotten a topflight tune-up... with full publicity before Lasky, and what happens?

You make more money.

Now, say on the other hand, by some minute, infinitesimal chance...

God forbid, Braddock beats Lewis.

Now you got a sentimental favorite go up... and lose against Lasky, and what happens?

You'll make more money.

James, either way... you're a richer man with Braddock back in the ring than if he's not.

Come on, don't be foolish. We both know the name of this game.

And it sure as hell ain't "pugilism."

They ought to put your mouth in a circus.

What do you say?

Don't chase him. Go around, cut him off.

Time! James!

I got you a fight. Yeah?

You're gonna fight John Henry Lewis again.


Joey! I could kiss you!

No, please, not in front of the fellas.

Isn't John Henry one of Johnston's boys?

You let me worry about that, please.

Now I know why you won't kiss me. You're all puckered out already.

Brother, you have no idea.

Lewis? Kicked our ass in Frisco.

Yeah. Hey, Mike. Who's "our ass" up there?

Joe Gould, Mike Wilson. Mike Wilson, Joe Gould.


That guy ain't been beat in ten fights.

But you win on a long shot, and that's a great payday for me.

That's great. I'll keep that in mind, Mike!

You got more important things to think about. Come here.

Now, I ain't gonna bullshit you, all right?

Now, you win one, I can get you another.

Win again and then things maybe start getting serious around here.



Look good.


That's it, James!

Be a bully, James! Aggression, that's it.


I know this isn't what you wanted... but I can't win without you behind me.

I'm always behind you.

Thank you, baby.

I got a great idea. You want to come along?

Come on, just this one time. All right. Okay.

Okay, I'll make that a rain check then.

Lewis, still moving well here in the fourth.

He dances in and out before Braddock can react.

Don't let him set the pace, Jimmy!

There you go.

Braddock slides to his right, tries cutting down the ring.

John, get off the ropes. Move out of there.

Lewis spins his way off the ropes...

And looks to resume control at the bell!

There we go. Suck it up. Deep breath.

Deep breath, deep.

All right. That ain't bad. He's even faster than I remember.

Yeah. He's fast. Big deal. You're not so bad yourself.

What are you doing? You beat this guy easy last time.

He ain't the same guy. You got to use your speed.

Keep that jab in his face and keep sliding to his right.

You see that. Keep him in front of you.

Cut him off, all right?

And let go with the punches. Hit him! He ain't gonna like it.

I guarantee you, the more you hit this bastard... the slower he's gonna get.

He's an old man. He's too slow. He can't keep up with you.

Come on. Use that jab. How's that cut?

He's all right.

Knock the legs out from under him.

Trap him in the corner, and really work him.

Do not fight this fight his way.

You make him fight this fight your way!

Let's go. You got him.

A left to the body and a hard right to the head!

A left-right-left by Lewis. His dancing shoes are off.

It's a fight now, folks!

Work his body, Jim!

Braddock punching well with both hands now.

Toe to toe! No one giving an inch.

That left has some pop!

Jimmy's hoping those body shots will pay dividends.

Keep him in there! Stay with him!

Don't give him any room! No room!

Get out of the corner.

Braddock pushing all the action now.

Lewis can't discourage him. Tremendous pressure from Jimmy.

Lewis is running out of real estate in this 24-foot ring.

Jump on him!

And Lewis is down!

Gotcha. Good boy.

Get up!

One. There you go, get up!

Two. Come on.


Four. Five.


The referee wipes his gloves and Braddock steams back to ring center!

Close it down.

Another big right by Braddock!

Lewis is just a piece of meat as Braddock is carving him up!

Braddock is now dominating Lewis! Here comes Jimmy!

Side to side! Side to side!

In the tenth, riding high after his dazzling victory... over John Henry Lewis...

Jim Braddock has just hit a wall named Art Lasky.

He can't keep taking those body shots.

I know. He's cracked a couple of ribs for sure.

Lasky walks through those jabs... and keeps working on Braddock's body.

But Braddock won't told!

He's making Lasky work hard for every minute of every round.

That's it, get on him!

There you go, James! That's it!

Lasky's starting to impose his will.

He's showing why Jimmy Johnston is making noises... about matching him with Max Baer for the title.

Break it up!

Come on. Break free.


Don't sit down. You're not tired. You're fine.

Get that thing out of here! He don't need it!

Is he looking over at you?

Shake your head like you don't need it.

Shake your head like you don't want it. There.

Why isn't he sitting down? Pay attention.

Yeah, now he's gonna wonder:

If Braddock is such an old man, why is he still standing?

Why is he still coming at me?

You're stronger than this guy. Don't back up! Don't back off!

This guy is a bull-rusher.

He's gonna keep coming at you all night until you stop him.

He can't back up. You stop him.

You gotta beat this son of a bitch!

You gotta beat this son of a bitch from the inside out!

You hear me? You gotta get in there.

You get in there and you hit him... and you keep hitting him until you break his nose.

You fill his face with blood.

Beat him from the inside out, Jim! From the inside out!

Lasky continues to tire.

Braddock looks like he's finally starting to wilt.

That's it! That's more like it!

Back him up!

Lasky now looking to put a Grimm ending... to Braddock's fairy-tale comeback.

Lasky pounding hard shots to the body.

Braddock just took a tremendous shot!

A hard right to the head which knocked his mouthpiece... to the canvas.

Braddock just took Lasky's best shot!

And it didn't even faze him!

Get in there and take that sucker!

He's showing tremendous determination!

Right in there and get his nose!

Braddock comes in with a hard shot to the body!

The younger Lasky looks like he's starting to wilt... under the pressure from the Bulldog of North Bergen.

Braddock is now back on the attack!

Another vicious combination by Braddock!

And Lasky's flowing blood from the nose!

The 15th and final round.

Braddock now looks like the younger fighter... and grimly determined.

The Garden is on its feet! Jim Braddock will not be denied!

There's the bell! This one goes to the scorecards.

And the winner by unanimous decision...

James J. Braddock!

Thanks, buddy.

Max? What?

Save a little bit of it...

Jimmy Braddock just beat Lasky.

They made him the number one contender.

Max, when are we gonna go to... Shut up.

Maxie, you... Shut up!

I'm not gonna fight Jimmy Braddock. He's a chump.

You tell Johnston to bring me somebody who can fight back.

You gonna bust your contract? It's done, Max.

That's him? Yeah? Yes, it is.

I'm telling you. That's Braddock.

Hey, Mrs. Braddock.

Sara's here.

Yeah? Yeah.

I got her to sleep.

Hey, Jim.

Mike's gone missing.

How long?

Three days.

I've been staying at my brother's since Jake cut him.

Jake fired him? I didn't know that.

You know how Mike gets. All his talk. So much trouble.

He's been sleeping nights down in the Hooverville.

My brother didn't have room for both him and us.

Mike said, you know, if he had to stay down there anyway... he was gonna try to get everybody organized.

Something's wrong, Jim. I know it.

Now I'm hearing there's some trouble in Hooverville.

He wouldn't leave me and the baby for this long.

He just wouldn't.

I didn't know who else to come to, Jim.

Come on, out of the way! Beat it! Move along!

Get the hell out of here, coppers!

Mike? Mike Wilson!

Mike Wilson! nothing. If you let these Commies in here... and start a riot, then what do you think's gonna happen?

Get over here.

On your feet!

You pull a knife on me, you son of a bitch?

What the hell happened here?

We tried to break up these agitators, peaceful-like... but they charged us. What is this?

The horses got spooked. Wagons turned over.

Three or four of them got run over. They're hurt pretty bad.

This is a mess. One hell of a mess.

What did I tell you? Get back.

Don't move those two. Wait for the stretcher.

Keep those bastards back!

Get those guys next, the ones who got trampled on.

Hey, Jim. Mike.

You're gonna be okay, Mike.

Yeah, tell Sara.

Will you tell her I'm gonna be... I'll tell Sara.

I'm gonna be late, Jimmy.

Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses... as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

How about it, Pete?

All right, fellas. Fellas, that's it.

Now, keep your questions short and to the point.

We're gonna start off with Frank Essex.

Frank Essex.

All right, take it easy, Petey, jeez.

Frank Essex, "Daily News."

You got a lot of reporters here today.

A lot of people are interested in this fight.

What do you got to say to your fans today, Jimmy?

I guess I'm grateful for the opportunity.

I know that these days not everybody gets a second chance.

You know, I have a lot to be grateful for.

You know, I have three beautiful, healthy, troublemaking kids.

You know, I have the prettiest wife a man could wish for...

Bob Johnson, "Boston Globe."

Two days ago, we ran a story about you giving your relief money back.

Can you tell our readers why?

I believe we live in a great country.

A country that's great enough to help a man financially... when he's in trouble.

But lately I have had some good fortune and I'm back in the black.

And I just thought I should return it.

Wilson, you're up.

Yeah, over here.

Listen, what's the first thing you're gonna do... if you make world champion?

First thing, I'm gonna have to go and buy some turtles.

What's that? Turtles?

Yeah, well, I said to the kids when...

I was leaving the house this morning... that I was gonna bring back the title... and they thought I said turtle.


So naturally, I don't want to let them down.

But if I could bring home the title and a turtle... they sure would be tickled.

You got that? Title, turtle, right?

Jake Greenblatt from "Chicago Trib."

Hello, Jake. It's been a while.

What's changed, Jimmy?

I mean, you couldn't win a fight for love or money, right?

How do you explain your comeback?

Well, you know, the truth is, Jake... for a number of years there we was fighting injured.

I broke my hand more than once.

I got in a car accident one time, we was on the road... and I had to get that fixed.

I had a run of bad luck.

And, this time around, I know what I'm fighting for.

Yeah? What's that, Jimmy?



Sporty Lewis, New York Herald.


Actually, my question's for Mrs. Braddock.

Mrs. Braddock, my readers would love to know... how do you feel about the fact that...

Max Baer's killed two men in the ring?

So how do you feel about that, ma'am?

Are you scared for your husband's life?

She's scared for Max Baer, is who she's scared for, Mr. Lewis.

Okay, how about one more question, folks?

Said downstairs you wanted to see us.

Joe, Jim, come on in. Have a seat.

Right here.

Editorial says this fight is good as murder.

And everybody associated with it should be hauled into court... and prosecuted afterwards.

They say the paper's getting all sorts of letters... from people saying you're their inspiration.

Like you saved their lives or something.

If you ask me, it's a lot of crap.

But if I'm gonna promote this fight...

I'm not getting hung out to dry if something happens to you.

You're all heart.

My heart's for my family, Joe.

My brains and my balls are for business... and this is business.

You got me? Gotcha.

You will know exactly what you're up against.

And my attorney, Mr. Mills... will witness that I've done everything in my power to warn you.

You know, I seen the Carnera fight.

Carnera's height saved him.

He was knocked down 12 times.

Exactly. Would've been worse if he was shorter.

Baer had to punch up to hit him. Took a little something off.

That's Frankie Campbell.

Stand-up fighter, knows how to take a punch.

His style familiar, Jim?

Like looking in a mirror, huh? Hey, he don't need to see this.

He'll see it or I'll call off the fight.

You see that combination?

Campbell didn't go down on the first punch.

He was a tough guy.

Second one killed him on the spot.

Just cut it off, will you?

The autopsy said that his brain was knocked loose... from the connecting tissue.

Consider your ass fully covered, okay?

Run it again.

Remember Ernie Schaaf?

Nice guy. You lost one to him in '31.

Ernie took one of those on the chin from Baer.

He was dead and didn't know it.

Next fight, first little nothing jab put him to sleep forever.

Detached brain, they said.


No snappy comeback?

It ain't my skull the guy's gonna try and stove in.

You want to think about it?

You think you're telling me something?

What, like, boxing's dangerous, something like that?

You don't think triple shifts or working nights on the scaffolds... is just as likely to get a guy killed?

How many guys died the other night living in cardboard shacks... trying to save on rent money?

Guys who were trying to feed their family. 'Cause men like you... have not yet quite figured out a way to make money... out of watching that guy die.

In my profession, and it's my profession...

I'm a little more fortunate.

All righty then. You guys have dinner here tonight.

Take your wives. It's on me.

We'll snap some pics on your way out.

If you change your mind tomorrow... at least we got some good press out of it.

Good. Come on.

It's gorgeous!

Jimmy, can we get silver faucets? Of course.

How many you want? A dozen? Right.

Listen. A little bird told me to check the evening edition.

So let's see what we got.

Boxer Jim Braddock has come back from the dead... to change the face of courage in our nation.

Oh, that's nice. Yeah.

Sporty Lewis wrote that. Sporty Lewis?

Yeah. And get this.

In a land that's downtrodden...

Braddock's comeback is giving hope to every American.

People who were ready to throw in the towel... are finding inspiration in their new hero, Jim Braddock.

As Damon Runyon has already written... he's truly the Cinderella Man.

Cinderella Man? Yeah.

Oh, I like it. It's kind of girly. Yeah, kind of. Yeah.

Oh, brother. Yeah, this is gonna be fun.

Excuse me. Jim.

I'm not quite finished yet. Beg your pardon, sir.

Thank you.

You know what? I got the bill here. Yeah.

Johnston. He's a big spender. He's gonna leave a big, big tip.

Yeah. He's a real peach.

Gotta love the guy. Right, sweetie?

Look at this. This is me?

I know it is.


Oh, boy.

You think Johnston set that up? Oh, yeah. I think. Maybe.

A few extra pics for the dailies.

From the gentleman who just arrived.

Mr. Baer said to wish you "bon voyage."

Don't open it. Put it in a bag. We'll take it with us.

Hey, Joey? Yeah?

Get the coats. Jim.

Well, if it ain't Cinderella Man.

Thanks for the champagne, Mr. Baer.

You're doing a great job publicizing the fight. I really appreciate it.

I hope it's gonna be a very successful night for both of us.

You keep telling people you're gonna kill me in the ring.

I got three kids at home.

You're upsetting my family, particularly my wife.

Listen, Braddock.

I'm asking you sincerely not to take this fight.

Now, you seem like a decent fellow. People admire you.

I really don't want to hurt you.

It's no joke, pal.

People die in fairy tales all the time.

Hey, Max, how about a picture?

Hey, Jim! How about a shot?

There you go. Take it easy. Just smile.

One more!

Yeah. I think the smart thing would be for you to take a fall.

Circus act's over, old man.

Right here, Max. There you go.

I think I'll go a few rounds with the dancing Baer.

Yeah, there you go.

Come on, Jim. Very good. Okay.

Come on. Okay.

Hey, we'll see you in the ring. How about that, champ?

Come on. Let's go, Jim.

Max, my wife, Mae.

You ought to talk to him, Mae.

You are far too pretty to be a widow.

That's not nice, Max. Not nice. Come on.

On second thought, maybe I can comfort you after he's gone.

Hey, I said shut your goddamn mouth, you punk!

Sorry. Send me the cleaning bill.

Get that, boys?

Now he's got his wife doing his fighting for him.

Yeah. Ain't she something?

All right. Get me a drink.

All right. Three-punch combo, okay?

Pop, pop, bang. Come on.


Oh, that's good. One more time.

Keep your thumbs tucked in. Keep your elbows in.

All right. That's enough, now.

There's some sting in that.

That's enough, please.

Good. Yeah, that's good. Bang!

I want a turn, Dad. All right.

Hey, where's your defense? Come on, get your hand up.

I want a turn.

Left, right, left. Pop, pop, bang.

Come on, Howie.

All right, that's enough! No boxing in the house!

No boxing out of the house. All right?

No boxing. Period!

You're gonna stay in school.

Then you're gonna go to college... and you're gonna have professions.

Because you're not gonna have your skulls smashed in, too!

Do you understand me? Is that clear?

Hey, why don't you boys go and get ready for bed, all right?

I used to pray... for you to get hurt just enough... so you couldn't fight anymore.

And when they took your license away, even scared as I was...

I went to the church and I thanked God for it.

'Cause I always knew... a day might come when it could kill you.

I just knew it, Jimmy. And now it's here.

You just got the jitters, that's all.

He's killed two men, Jimmy! What's worth it?

I have to believe I got some kind of say over our lives. Okay?

You know, that if things are bad, that we can change them... we can make things better for our family.

But I need you to be safe...

Nothing's safe anymore, Mae. much.

And without that...

I need you to be safe! ...nothing's safe at all.

All right.

I have stood by for all of it.

Until now.

Not for this, Jimmy. I just can't.

So you train all you want.

Make a show of it for yourself, for the papers.

But you find a way out of that fight.

Break your hand again if you have to.

Is he all right?

So, how's he doing?

He's old. He's arthritic.

And his ribs haven't been right since the Lasky fight.

What's the bad news, sunshine?

Joe! What?

The reporters are here. Jesus.

Right. Get rid of that goddamn rib protector.

Jimmy! Press is here, boy-o!

Get bouncing around in that ring!

Showtime! Big smiles! You're the belle of the ball!

Baer don't need to know about no goddamn ribs.

Bye, Dad.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Hey, look. It's him.

There's Braddock!

Maybe this is your day, Bulldog!

Look, it's him! It's Jimmy, look, right there!

We're with you, Jimmy! You're gonna beat him, Bulldog!

Well, look who's here. Hi, Aunt Alice.

Come on in.

No radio, all right?

Yeah, sure. All right. Be back soon.

Hello, Mae. I came to pray for Jim.

So did they.


They all think that Jim's fighting for them.



Who beat that John Henry Lewis?

That Braddock guy. Correct.

Who whupped that Art Lasky punk?

James J. Braddock. Correct again.

Now, refresh me on this one.

Who was it took that Corn Griffin and turned him inside out... with no questions asked? Who was that?

I used to think it was me... but now I'm kinda thinking it was you.

No, don't you sell yourself short.

At some stage, you think maybe you're gonna do some taping here?

Why not?

All right, let's see. How's that?


Excuse me, ma'am.

You can't win without me behind you.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Maybe I understand some.

About having to fight.

So you just remember who you are.

You're the Bulldog of Bergen... and the pride of New Jersey.

You're everybody's hope.

And you're your kids' hero.

And you are the champion of my heart...

James J. Braddock.

You know, you better get home.

You know, boxers hang around places like this... and you don't want to get tangled up with that kind of crowd.

Nice girl like you. Yeah, okay.

I'll see you at home.

Please, Jimmy.

I'll see you at home?

See you at home, baby.

From the ringside of the Madison Square Garden Bowl.

Tonight, our coast-to-coast hookup... brings you the biggest pugilistic event of the year.

Max Baer versus the Cinderella Man, Jimmy Braddock.

And in a few moments... the contestants for tonight's championship bout... will be making their way to the ring.

God Almighty.

Jim Braddock's rise from the soup lines... to number one heavyweight contender has truly been miraculous.

No, never in all my years have I seen this arena so quiet.

You can do it, Jimmy!

James J. Braddock, the Cinderella Man... who just a year ago was standing in a bread line.

Braddock's a tremendous underdog with the bettors... but you wouldn't know it from the reaction of the crowd.

Madison Square Garden is on its feet and the noise is deadening!

An astonishing crowd is gathered here this evening.

I saw people lining up to buy tickets tonight who looked... as it they were spending their last dollar.

But they're here now and 35,000 strong!

Listen to them!

We understand Max Baer has left his dressing room.

There he is.

Max Baer has the look and swagger of a Hollywood star.

Tonight, though, there'll be no play-acting... not with Jim Braddock in the ring. This fight is for real.

The table's been set. Le's get to the main course.

Gentlemen, I gave you the rules in the dressing room.

One minute to midnight, Cinderella.

Yeah? Your clock's about ticked out, asshole.

I'm here to enforce them. I want clean breaks.

Tell laughing boy here, no backhanding.

I don't want any backhanding and hitting on the breakaway.

No low blows! I'll take care of this, Joe.

You understand? You tell this bohunk no grabbing, no manhandling.

Watch your goddamn language, you nasty little shit.

Look at this! No low blows means no low blows.

You gonna let this little prick talk to me like that?

No hitting on the breaks. It talks!

Holy mackerel, it talks! Look at that!

Keep your hands up at all times to protect yourselves.

Now, touch gloves and come out fighting.

Good luck. Go to your corners.

I'm gonna kick his Mick balls up to the roof of his mouth.

That ought to be a familiar taste for him, huh?

Come on, Jimmy boy!

Yeah, boys, get some pictures here! Come on!

You can do this. This guy is made for you.

Have a picnic, all right?

There's the bell! And the fight is on!

The boys come out... and immediately Braddock shoots a left to Maxie's jaw!

That's it! Take it right to him, Jimmy!

Now, now.

Baer snaps Braddock's head back with two right uppercuts.

It's always a question of which Max will show up in the first round... the killer or the clown?

Maxie doing well.

It looks like he's enjoying himself, mugging for the crowd.

Take it into him!

A big flurry by Braddock! A vicious right to the head!

Take it easy, pal. I'll let it go a couple of rounds.

Madcap Maxie is heavily favored to put the long snore on Braddock... in the first round.

That big right hand of his has dynamite in it... especially when he traps his man on the ropes.

He's gonna carry him for a couple of rounds.

Braddock! Break it up!

Break it up, I said!

Go on, Jimmy!

Jim survived the round and looked pretty good doing it.

Braddock will not be bullied. Not tonight.

When he does this horseshit, knock it off.

He's trying to thumb you. All right?

And then slip inside of there and shorten up the punches.

All right? Shorten them up. That's your turf!

Inside is yours!

Good job, Braddock!

Come on, Braddock!

Well, no one expected Braddock to go past the first round.

Shorten them up. Stay inside of him.

The experts at ringside were wrong again.

Shorten them up! There's the bell!

And here we are in the second round.

That had some salt on it!

Braddock lands a hard right to the head.

Max swats him away with cool contempt!

He appears to be toying with Braddock.

There's no other word for it.

Max struts around the ring without a care in the world.

Sharp, efficient, tough, and short! Good.

Knock that on out.

And Max responds with swinging rights and lefts.

All power punches from Maxie.

Break him!

And Braddock punches right to the head!

Cover up!

Is that the right spot, Jimmy?

All right. Break it up!

Break it up, you two! Stay clean!

How are those ribs? Okay. All right. Take it easy.

Good pace. Good pace, Jim. Take it easy. Just breathe.

Deep breaths. Relax. Good rhythm.

You're looking great out there, Jimmy.

Yeah. You look great.

Hey, Jim? If he goes for your body... drop the elbows on him. Teach him a lesson.

Break his goddamn hand.

That round was tough to score.

Braddock landed several surprising right hands.

And those thunderous body punches by the champ... should pay dividends in the later rounds.

In the fifth, Baer's smile is gone.

Yeah, that's it!

Jimmy comes in with a hard right... then neatly slides off to Baer's left.

Avoiding the counterpunch, Jimmy sticks a jab.

And now the crowd is jeering and even laughing at the champ.

And Maxie's none too pleased.

All right, break it.


Baer backhands Braddock across the face!

That'll cost Maxie.

You lousy shegetz!

That's a warning, Max.

I'm sorry.

How's that wife of yours?


She talk about me? Knock off the wrestling.

All right. Break it up!

Quit fooling around, Max!

Low blow!

What was that?

Keep them up. Wake up, you wet son of a bitch!

Max salutes the crowd. He's one of a kind, folks.

She say my name in her sleep?

Baer took a chin-full of Braddock's head in that clinch.

That's it! Work his body!

She miss me?

Baer grips Braddock's head in a headlock.

Jesus! Hey, Maxila you gonna punch him or pork him?

That's your job, asshole.

Jimmy fights his way tree.

Hey, buddy... Gets a shot in to the head.

You kidding me? Fantastic!

You're gonna get hurt.

Braddock keeps punching. They hammer each other, toe to toe.

Okay, break! There's the bell!

Keep your hands up and your mouth shut, Maxie.

You watching the fight or the cute guy in the front row?

Take a seat, Maxie! He's nothing, nobody.

The guy has got nothing!

Jesus! Sit down!

Give me the sponge.

What are you doing? Don't worry about it.

Well, quit screwing around. Hey! Relax.

Give me the goddamn water.

Ten seconds!

Hit this guy. Cut him!

You cut him down to size. Cut him!

Oh, shit.

In the seventh, the boys come out again.

And Max is all business now.

Put him away, Max! Get him!

Attaboy, Maxie! Attaboy!

Slide it, Jimmy!

Braddock starting to look his age here... as Baer pushes him around the ring.

Baer swings hard to the body.

Braddock gets in a right to the head.

Murder him, Maxie!

Jesus Christ.

Baer with a tremendous shot right there!

That was the hardest blow in the fight!

Oh, Christ.

Baer turns him again... with another right to the head. Another right. And another.

Push him, push him!

Braddock gets in a vicious uppercut.

Baer keeps on punching!

Jesus, Johnny!

Let him go! That's enough! Break it up!

You're gonna go home in butcher paper, pal!

To your corners! Butcher paper!

All right. Let me see that nose.

Get it out. You're okay.

Let me see it. Tilt your head back.

That's nothing. That's a piece of cake.

Keep your head up. Breathe through your mouth.


You got all your ugly friends down from Jersey here.

They're dressed up nice. They've come to see you.

You're putting them to sleep. You're not turning him anymore.

Come on, pick it up. Spit that out, boy-o.

Good boy.

Come on.

The boys go after each other immediately.

Braddock gets in a left to the body. And a hard right...

Mae. Max's head.

Baer comes swinging across with a long, swinging...

It's the cops. ...right to Braddock's head.

Braddock stumbles away.

Baer tries that right again!

They come together. Braddock swings a left and a right.

Please, Ma.

Max comes back with a left and a right of his own.

Braddock sticks out a left! Baer still after him.

Another left!

And a hard right by Braddock that rocked Baer for a moment!

Baer tries that right again.

A hard right to Braddock's head!

Braddock is hurt. His legs are gone.

Braddock sticks out a left! Another left!

Neither man will back down! It's a slugtest, folks!

And there's the bell!

James J. Braddock has exhibited a lot of heart here... over 11 grueling rounds with the champion.

Nobody expected him to last more than a few innings with Baer.

Yet here he is. And he's held his own.

But now we head into the championship rounds, folks.

Hey, Jim, look at me.

I swear to God, boy, win, lose or draw...

Thanks, Joey. For all of it.

You son of a bitch. All right. Stop talking.

Get in there!

And bury him!

Finish him off.

Come on, Jimmy!

Here in the 12th, James J. Braddock... is showing this crowd what heart is all about.

Jimmy seems to be timing that left... and has slapped it away several times.

Keep moving, boy-o! You stay with him!

Son of a bitch!

Braddock with a shoeshine. Left, right!

Am I seeing what I'm seeing?

Finish him, Jimmy. Finish him!

Braddock, Braddock!

Maxie's glamour-boy smile is now a bloody grimace.

This crowd is desperately hoping for a Braddock victory.

But Mr. Baer might have something to say about that.

Holy crap!

Low blow!

That last low blow will cost you the round, Max.

Jesus! It'll cost you the round.

Why don't you just kick him in the balls, huh?

Joe, back in your corner!

What are you afraid of, you son of a bitch?

Get back to your corner!

Come on, Ref!

McAvoy is on the verge of losing control of this fight.

Knock him on the ground, Bulldog!

Last round. That's right! Next champ!

You better worry about Baer's corner in this next round.

You know what I mean.

You won this one. It's a cinch. It is yours.

But I want you to play it cagey now. All right?

I know you don't like laying back... but I want you to stay away from his right... do you understand me? Stay away.

Right hand.

You're behind. Are you listening to me?

You want to lose the championship to this goddamn nobody?

Hey. Come on, Jimmy!

This is your night.

Stay away. Put him down!

Use your right hand. Right hand.

Ten seconds! Come on now. Finish him.

It's the last round, Jimmy. There ain't no more.

You play this bastard smart and they can't take it from you!

One more round to go, folks.

McAvoy stands at center ring... waiting for the fighters to join him.

Touch gloves.

The boys touch gloves at center ring.

And now they're right back at it.

Oh, no, Jimmy!

Leave him alone!

Stay away from him!

That ain't laying back!

Braddock's corner is yelling at Braddock... to stay away from Baer.

Because Baer is looking for the knockout.

Stay off him, Jim. Come on!

Right hand, Max. Yes!

What is he, stupid?

Step away!

Braddock trying to survive this brutal onslaught!

Stay off him!

Don't let him touch you!

Hey, looking good, Maxie!

Watch the uppercut! Just stay the hell away from him!

Baer cutting loose with thunderous shots.

A left to the body.

Baer again with a right!

Braddock covering up, trying to hang on.

Baer looking for the knockout.

He doesn't want this one to go to the cards, folks.

They pound each other with lefts and rights.

Braddock blocking with his gloves and elbows.

Snaps a big right to Maxie's jaw!

Baer smashes him with a big right!

Braddock is back on the ropes.

Braddock lands a crushing right.

Maxie desperately wants to keep the crown... from slipping away.

Jesus Christ.

Stay with him!

Both fighters are tired.

Baer is trying wildly for the knockout!

But Jimmy is still standing... and he's not only standing, he's moving forward.

This is the finish. Both boys are tired.

This is not boxing, folks. This is a walloping ballet.

Ten seconds!

Time's up! Son of a bitch.

That is the bell! It's over! This fight is over!

Son of a bitch!

What a fight! Unbelievable!

Braddock came into this fight... the biggest underdog... Come on, sweetheart. pugilistic history. You did it!

For 15 rounds he gave it everything he had... against the younger, stronger champion.

We are waiting for the decision.

Mae, it's all right.

Hey, McAvoy!

What? Help me out here. Help me out.

How did you score the fight? Nine-five, one even.

Which way?

You'll have to read it in the papers, Sporty.

Oh, come on!

What the hell is this crap?

I'll tell you this much, they take this long to make a decision... they're gonna decide to screw somebody.

Make a decision.

They're gonna rob this poor bastard.

Unbelievable bullshit. You win it.

Come on, make a decision! Tell us who won, come on!

The crowd, on its feet for almost the entire fight... is still standing, yelling for who they clearly believe... to be the winner of this fight.

But they'll have to wait and see how the judges scored it.

Ladies and gentlemen... we have your decision.

It's unanimous!

Winner, and the new world heavyweight champion...

James J. Braddock!

You son of a bitch.

James Braddock has defeated Max Baer... for the heavyweight championship of the world!

He won!

You earned it. Hell of a fight.