The Phil Silvers Show (1955–1959): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Boxer - full transcript

Well, Sowici?

Oh, hello, Lieutenant.

Looks like my mess hall
comes up with another champ.

I don't think I know him.

Oh, this is Corporal Egan.

He was just transferred
to my kitchen.

- Egan, huh?
- Yes, sir.

- Well, good luck.
- Thanks.

17 and 18 - and 19...
- Well, Pendleton,

I see you're entering
Private Miller again, huh?

He looks pretty good this year.



Yeah, I'm a little worried
about his footwork yet.

- 23...
- Have you decided who's representing

your Signal Corps
boys yet, Grover?

- I can't make up my mind...
- Ah, come on, Sarge, put me in.

I'll go all the way to the
division championship.

Eh, you must be kidding.
Let me in there, Sarge.

Now, look, you'll have
to make up your mind.

- Only one fighter to a platoon, huh?
- Yes, sir.

- Oh, let it be me, Sarge.
- Come on. -Me, Sarge.

All right, now, come on.

Who's your fighter, Bilko?

Oh.

Take it easy, stop a minute.

Private Paparelli, huh?



- That's him.
- Just consider the tournament over, Sarge.

I'll murder 'em all.

All heart, this boy, all
heart all the way, Lieutenant.

Work, work, jab,
jab, jab, jab, jab!

Move around, hook right, duck
and weave, duck and weave,

double jab.

Jab, jab, jab, jab, jab!

Move around! All right, all
right, all right, take it easy.

- Simmer down, simmer down.
- I can't help it, Sarge.

Just waiting for
that old bell to ring,

- Yeah.
- And then get in there and...

I know, you'll be great.

All right, now,
save it, save it.

Hey, Henshaw, come here.

Here, hold this, Paparelli.

With the whole
motor pool platoon,

this is the best fighter
you can come up with?

Paparelli was
the only volunteer.

Let's face it, Sarge,

we got a platoon of the
laziest slobs in the Army.

I told 'em how easy it was...
One hour every day in the gym,

then a quick shower,
and it's all over.

Jerk, did you have
to mention "shower"?

That's what scared them off.

All right, jab, jab, work,
work, duck and weave,

up and down, up and down.

That's a good one.

Ah, this boy... he's all heart.

If he only had a few muscles.

Work, work!

- In there, duck and weave, duck...
- Well, well, well.

What have we here?

Sergeant Bilko and
his dancing bear.

Well, if it isn't
Sergeant Sowici,

or has something gone
wrong with the ventilation?

Stand aside,
Sarge, I'll handle it.

Save yourself for
the fight, save it.

Great little fighter
you got there, Bilko.

He's a savage, I
tell you, a savage.

You think he can take
my boy here... Egan?

Take your... Anytime
one of my mechanics

can't take over
one of your cooks...

Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah... put your
money where your mouth is.

How about a bet?

Bet?

Oh, I'm glad there's no
rookies around to hear this.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Betting on a fine thing
like an Army tournament?

Really, Sowici, must you taint
every worthwhile Army endeavor

with your greed for
money, for betting?

Betting on an Army tournament?

It's degrading.

I'm abashed.

Oh, what a gutless bunch.

- -All right, work...
- Say the word, Sarge.

- Say the word.
- Work, work, work, save it for the ring.

Work!

Sarge, don't you think we
ought to bet just for pride?

Bet on Paparelli against that
murderer that Sowici imported?

You nuts?

Move around, move around, move
around, move around, move a...

Duck and weave, duck.

Now, wait a minute,
you got him in a clinch.

Now, watch it now,
you got him in a clinch.

What do you do in a clinch?

No, no, no... bite, bite.

Bite... bite...

- Sergeant Bilko.
- What is it, Dillingham?

- Guess what.
- What?

- My seeds came.
- Your seeds?

For the garden in
back of my barracks.

I'm going to have
snapdragons, daffodils,

sleeping beauty roses,
and you'll never know...

- What?
- Forget-me-nots.

Oh, goody, goody.

Go out and plant them,
and I'll dig you later.

- Move around, move around.
- Sergeant Bilko? Sergeant?

- What is it? I'm busy.
- Did you make...

did you make your mind up yet?

- About what?
- About the flower boxes.

Flower... no, no, I
spoke to the colonel.

He will not allow flower
boxes on the barracks windows.

Now, I'm sorry.

- Go ahead, work, work, work.
- Sir, uh, just a few geraniums.

We'd be the talk of the post.

Look, this kind of
talk we can't afford.

Now, will you leave me alone?

I'm working on... Will you move?

- Duck and weave, duck...
- Sergeant Bilko.

- What?
- About the garden,

can I enter some of the
flowers in the flower show

with the platoon's name?

With the platoon's name?

What are you going
to do with the guy?

Look, we got enough trouble now.

I got to get him ready for
the platoon tournament.

Now, leave me alone, will you?

Move around, move around.

All right, right cross,
counterpunch, counterpunch.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
Private Paparelli.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- That's the wrong way.
- Wait a minute, I thought you left.

Perhaps I can help
Private Paparelli.

Gonna help me... Claude?

All right, all right, stop
this horsing around.

I just want to help, sir.

Go ahead, Private
Paparelli, you hit me.

Hit you?

What are you trying to do,
commit suicide, Dillingham?

All right, get it
over with, hit him.

Watch it, here it comes!

Watch out.

He Said, "Watch out..."

He didn't block it.

Sarge, Sarge, what a punch!

- Dynamite!
- All right, shut up!

Quiet!

Come here.

Nothing happened.

Honest, I didn't mean
to hit him, Sergeant. I...

Hit him?

Who hit him? You didn't hit him.

Where'd you learn to punch
with that right hand like that?

I was Golden Glove
Champion for two years.

Golden Glove... this is it.

- We're in.
- Hey, did you hear that?

Shh, listen, nothing about
this till I can get the bet down.

- The bet?
- You mean on Dillingham?

Yeah, now get him into
some boxing trunks right away.

Come on, Paparelli,
you're going bye-bye.

- Bye-bye, bye-bye.
- Bye-bye, bye-bye.

Oh, gee, am I in trouble.

In trouble? You
ain't even betting.

Yeah, you know the reputation
I got of betting on anything?

Yeah, you used
to have, you mean.

Yeah, I almost
think it's worthwhile

to protect my reputation
even if it costs me

a hundred measly
bucks and bet on my boy.

A hundred bucks, my
boy against Paparelli?

Paparelli... you saw him.

He's overtrained,
he's all tensed up.

Gee, I-I don't even know if
he'll get in the ring tonight.

Just like I figured,
just a lot of talk.

Now, now, don't
start aggravating me

'cause you get me aroused,
I'll just bet on anything.

I'll, I'll even put another
fighter in, even... Dillingham.

Dillingham, the flower boy?

Ernie, it'll be a slaughter.

Making a fool of me in
front of everybody, huh?

Well, I don't care,
I'll bet you anyway!

I'll bet you a hundred
bucks on my boy.

A hundred bucks... my boy

against anybody you
want to put in there.

- It's a bet.
- It's a bet.

Oh, what have I gone and done?

Hey, Sarge, Sarge.

Hey, Sarge, here he is.

Hey, Claude, you look beautiful.

Sarge, I can use some exercise.

I'm getting a little flabby.

"Flabby," he says.

We may win this tournament
without even throwing a punch.

Psychology.

Come this way, Claude.

Ah, ah, would you excuse
me, let our boy punch the bag?

- Give him a try.
- He don't know anything about...

Hey, watch the flower boy.

Hey, Sarge, uh... I
think he's your man.

Not me.

I'm not getting in
the ring with that.

But Phillip, Phillip,
wait a minute, wait.

One down, two to go.

Hey, Andy, do you mind if
my boy works out a little here?

Seven, eight, ni...

Eddie!

I forgot to tell
you I'm ineligible.

Ineligible?

I just got transferred.

- When?
- The first thing tomorrow morning.

Eddie!

Two down, one to go.

Uh, excuse me, is it all right
if our boy punches the bag?

Go ahead, go ahead, Flower.

Hey.

What's wrong, Sowici?

Y-You pulled another one.

Pulled what?

This is a legitimate
member of my platoon.

I didn't go to some other
outfit and get a stranger.

He's no stranger.

Hiya, Basil.

Hiya, Claude.

You know this guy?

I fought him in
the Golden Gloves.

Yeah? Di...?

He knocked me out in 12 seconds.

I got to get out of here.

- Now, wait a minute, wait a minute.
- Three down.

Not yet. He's going to fight.

- But Sarge...
- Oh, you're going to fight, all right,

- or you'll be on KP the rest of your life!
- Let's go, Claude.

Oh, take it easy,
champ, cool off a little.

- How do you feel, champ?
- Gee, I feel wonderful, Sarge.

This exercise is
just what I needed.

- I was pretty rusty.
- Rusty?

Wait till I get him out
for some roadwork,

give him some expert training.

In a couple of months,
he'll be in the Garden.

Couple of months?

Gee, Sarge, I'm ready
for the garden right now.

Did you ever hear
such confidence?

I'm gonna be over
there this afternoon.

Got to get my gladiolas in.

Gladio...!

This kid's full of
surprises, ain't he?

First, it turns
out he's a fighter.

Now, he's a comedian.

You know what garden I
meant... Madison Square Garden.

Now, after he
bounces out Egan, right,

- I get him in the divisional finals.
- Sergeant Bilko.

Please, let me run it my way.

Now, look, I get Irving
Cohen to manage him,

Whitey Bimstein's
in his corner, right?

- I get him on a roll.
- Sergeant Bilko, I'm not allowed to fight.

Good boy.

Now, I get some setup,
see? And I get these...

Did you say something?

Yes, sir, I can't fight
under any circumstances.

Look, kid, you're
a little tense.

This has been a
big day, you know.

First the seeds came in, now
you're back in training again.

What do you mean,
what do you mean?

You're going to defend the
whole platoon's honor tonight.

Impossible.

I bet a hundred bucks on you.

Lucky I stayed in
condition, Sarge.

All right, all
right, all right...

Now, what is this
whole talk about?

- What do you...?
- I'm sorry, Sergeant,

but I promised Felicia
I'd never fight again.

Felicia, who's Felicia?

My fiancée.

Your fiancée?

Yes, and Felicia
says fighting is crude

and is no activity
for a horticulturist.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I must get my gladiolas.

Wait a minute. Wait,
wait, wait a minute.

This Felicia sounds
like a fine girl,

she sounds like a bright girl.

She must understand
when you're fighting...

it's an important thing for
a man to know how to do.

Suppose you're out
with her one night

and some ruffian insults her?

Felicia?

It's inconceivable.

Now wait, now wait a
minute, no, it could happen.

Maybe some wise guy insults
her, you spring to her defense,

you belt the guy out.

Then she'll see
it's not just fighting.

It's merely the
art of self-defense.

But Sarge, nobody
insults Felicia.

Nobody insults her?

I'd like to meet this girl; she
sounds like a wonderful girl.

I'll tell you what...
why don't you bring her

to the Paradise Bar
and Grill tonight?

Bar and grill?

Felicia and I never go out.

We stay home and look
through seed catalogs.

Isn't that beautiful?

Gets you, doesn't
it, right in here?

That's young love.

But look, I want to meet
her at the bar and grill.

After all, she's your girl
and we're your buddies.

She certainly must
want to meet your friends.

She never mentioned it.

She didn't, huh?

Well, look, she'll like the
Paradise Bar and Grill,

and I want you to have
her down there tonight.

You understand?

Of course, when I tell her

you gave me permission
for the garden...

She'll melt, won't
she, pal? She'll melt.

Get her to the Paradise Bar
and Grill tonight... that's an order.

On the double, get
dressed, hee-yah!

Hey, Sarge, bringing a
nice girl into the snake pit?

Yeah, with all the
wolves hanging around?

Every nice girl is entitled to
be insulted once in her life.

They're here, Sarge.
They'll be in in a minute.

Dillingham's parking her car.

- The girl with him?
- Yeah.

Bring her right to the table
the minute they get here.

All right, that's an order,
on the double, hee-yah.

Hey, Sarge, nobody here is
going to insult Claude's girl.

I got to find
somebody to insult her.

Ah, the Navy to the rescue.

Hiya, beautiful.

When do you get off?

Ah, turn blue.

Yeah, but how do we know
he's going to insult Felicia?

I'll see that he does.

Excuse me, gobs.

I noticed you made a little
pass at the waitress Marcella.

Lay off... it's Army property.

Oh, heavens, I dare say.

Army property.

Get lost, you aging Boy Scout.

Having any trouble, Sarge?

No, no, Paparelli, no.

When you need me, just yell.

All right, all right.

Now listen, boys,

any girl you see in
here belongs to a soldier,

and I have yet to see a sailor

who can take a girl
away from a soldier.

You guys are a lot
of talk but no action.

- Why you...!
- Eh, glasses!

That's 20 years, 20 years.

Get yourself a girl,

see how long she'll be with
you once I go into action.

Yeah, well, never mind about me.

I got a buddy coming in here
with his beautiful girlfriend.

Now, don't make a pass at
her 'cause he's very nervous.

He's been working
on flowers all day.

Flowers?

Yeah, and you ain't got guts
enough to make your move.

- No guts, huh?
- Here they come, Sarge.

You stay right here.

Claude.

Claude, you're a liar.

- A liar?
- Yes, he said you were beautiful.

Why, you're breathtaking.

From what I've heard,
obviously this is Sergeant Bilko.

Come right in.

Eat your heart out.

His name is Claude,
Claude is his name.

All the tables are taken.

Let's go.

Here's a table right here.

We're very lucky, indeed.

Won't you sit down?

Oh, this'll be a lot of fun.

Waitress!

I'm glad you came with Claude.

- We've always wanted to... oh.
- What will it be?

- S'il vous plaît?
- A Lime Rickey.

Lime Rickey for the
lady. I'll have a beer.

- What'll you have, Claude?
- Milk.

- Milk?
- Claude's going to have milk.

Milk for Claude.

We'll have to send out for it.

Don't you worry, Claude.

Don't fret.

You'll get your milk.

- I'm not fretting.
- Oh, boy.

I'd be frightened, if I was you.

And why should
Claude be frightened?

Well, if I had a pretty girl
like you, I'd be frightened

that some good-looking
fella with a lot of nerve

would try to take
you away from me.

I'm bored.

She's bored. Wee-hee-whoo.

Bored? I don't blame
you for being bored.

A pretty young girl like you

should be out dancing,
having a good time.

Here you are stuck
with two soldiers.

She certainly is.

This is a private party, buddy.

Hiya, beautiful.

"Beautiful"?! Fight! Fight!

You see, Felicia?

He thinks you're beautiful, too.

Thank you.

Attaboy, Claude!

Ah, you told him!

You see, Felicia?

It's good that a man
knows how to protect you...

Felicia?

He's still standing.
Belt him again.

- Come on!
- Claude! No violence.

Claude, you're not
going to let him get...

You heard what he said
about her, didn't you?

He just said she was beautiful.

Yeah, but read what's
on his mind, huh?

Do I have to
spell it out for you?

I guess I do.

- Yeah.
- This is too easy.

Hey, honey, how
about spinning out

to the lake for a
moonlight swim?

"A moonlight swim"!

Did you...? Fight!

- Fight!
- Fight!

We'll wipe them up!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Claude.

Did you hear what...?

He wants to take
her out for a swim.

Don't you get that? A swim.

What do you say about that?

Okay, but we got to
get our bathing suits first.

Will you stop?

Bathing...? He don't mean you.

He wants to take her out alone.

- Am I right?
- Right.

Out for a moonlight swim alone.

They don't want me,
they don't want you.

He just wants to be
alone with her. Am I right?

- Right.
- Correct me if I'm wrong.

- You're right.
- Don't you see what they're going to do?

Out for a moonlight swim,
then in their bathing suits

down on a beach,
with those wa...

You saw From Here to Eternity.

Huh? Huh?

Huh? What about that, Claude?

He wants to take
her for a swim. Well?

- Well, Felicia?
- No.

Sorry. She doesn't want to go.

Is that all you can say...
"She don't want to go"?

I can't force her.

Let's go.

This guy's a creep!

Just a minute.

I heard that.

You called a member
of my platoon a creep.

Well, I don't care
if I do wear glasses

or if my heart is bad...

I'll defend this girl
with all my honor for...

Stand back, Sergeant.

- Go, go. Fight!
- Fight! Fight!

Go, go, Claude, go!

- A man can just stand so much, Felicia.
- Go, Claude, go!

As for you, sticks and
stones will break my bones,

but names will never hurt me.

Attaboy, CI...

"Sticks and stones will..."?

Is that the best you
can come up with?

What a creep!

You said that. Try
something else.

- He's a jerk.
- "Jerk," he said.

A yellow belly.

How about it? He
said, "yellow belly."

This is pitiful. Let's
get out of here.

What's the matter, buddy?

You walking out, huh?

I thought so. You're
just a miserable coward.

- Why, you... -20-20.
- Step aside, Sarge!

- I'll handle him!
- Will you get out of here?

- Step a...
- Please!

You're the big man, huh?

You want to take
the girl away, huh?

- You're nothing.
- Listen, buster...

any babe that would prefer
that creep to me, I don't want.

Let's talk this over a
minute. Just a minute.

Let me see if I can get
this straightened out.

Now, you have referred to
him continually as a creep.

- Am I right?
- Right.

Now, when you call him a creep,

- you understand this is his fiancée.
- So?

When you call him a creep,
you infer she's a creep, too.

- Am I right?
- I didn't say that.

Well, just for the
sake of argument.

- Okay, she is.
- She's a what?

- A creep.
- Creep! He called your girl a creep!

Fight! Fight!

- I'll handle this, lady!
- Never mind!

Atta... Attaboy.

Now you told him.

Good boy, Claude.

That'll show him.

Come on, you mashers.

You fellas in your
Navy clothes think...

What are you doing
in an Army suit?

What's Paparelli doing here?!

Get out of here.

- She fouled me!
- Get him off.

What's going on here?

Nothing at all, Officer.

This man is getting a
dizzy spell. He has...

I'll clobber her.
I'll clobber her!

Disgraceful. I'll
see you in the car.

Felicia... Not so fast.

Oh, it's you, huh?

Starting trouble again.

Trouble again? What trouble?

Honest, Officer,
I didn't start...

Wait a minute.
There was no trouble.

Just two various
branches of the service.

These boys do a grand job

ferrying the soldiers
to the field of battle.

You're all right, sir.

All right, I'll have no more
trouble from you again, see?

- All right, Off...
- Okay, fellas, break it up.

- Come on.
- You've been... you've been swell

about this, Officer, and
you won't be forgotten

when promotion
time comes around.

I happen to know a few people.

Thank you, Officer.

Where you going?

- Felicia is waiting.
- Sit down.

Now, tell me... what
did that cop mean

when he said "trouble again"?

Well, it was at the
flower show last year.

- Yeah?
- I hit a man.

You belted a guy?

Oh, I had to.

He said something nasty
about chrysanthemums.

- What did he say?
- Shut up.

He said something
about chrysanthemums?

I lost my head.

Because he said something
nasty about chrysanthemums?

Sergeant, there's a vicious
circle in the flower world

that consider the
chrysanthemum a weed.

A weed?

The vicious people, they
should be smashed down.

That's just the way I
feel about it, Sergeant.

It's my one weak spot.

- I just go berserk.
- I don't blame you.

You stay that way.

Let's go out and
protect Felicia.

She's in her car.

All I said was, "Hi, babe."

You better protect Felicia
before she kills somebody.

Get out of here.

Listen... what's the
name of that fighter

- that's with Sowici?
- Corporal Egan.

Remind me to have a talk with
him first thing in the morning.

- About what?
- About chrysanthemums.

Well, Corporal Egan,
how do you feel, huh?

- Ready for the fight?
- Yeah.

Well, if...

- Oh, oh, my...!
- What's the matter?

Oh, what a scare I just got.

What scare?

That lettuce... I thought
it was chrysanthemums.

- Chrysanthemums?
- Oh!

What's wrong with
chrysanthemums?

What's wrong with chrysan...?

Well, now, you're
kidding, aren't you?

Pulling the old
sergeant's legs, huh?

No. What's wrong
with chrysanthemums?

I think he means it.

In this day and age, with all
the communications we have...

Radio, television, wireless...

You never heard of
chrysanthemum fever?

Chrysanthemum fever?

Never heard of it.

Sure, never heard of it.

If it hit your mother
or your father,

- you'd hear about it.
- What mother or father?

I was raised by a maiden aunt.

M-M-Mai-Maiden... maiden aunt!

Fender, did you...?

- Maiden aunt!
- What's the matter?

That's the first
ones it strikes...

those poor, defenseless women.

It's a horrible sight to see.

Their ears turn to petals.

You got to stand them
in water so they don't wilt.

It's-It's the most aw...

Oh, and the horrible thing

is that science has
no remedy for this.

Well, why-why-why don't...
why don't science just,

you know, get rid of
the chrysanthemums?

Yeah. Yeah!

There's the rub.

In Washington, there's a small,

powerful lobby of
chrysanthemum lovers.

Just for that momentary
flash of beauty,

they'd sacrifice anybody...

even your poor,
defenseless aunt.

Why, those dirty dogs!

We've got to fight against them!

- I'm with you.
- That's not enough.

- You got to hate chrysanthemums!
- I hate chrysanthemums!

You got to hate
chrysanthemum lovers!

Just show me a
chrysanthemum lover!

- I'll see what I can do for you.
- What?

Uh, I mean, I'll... I'll
get the KP detail in here.

Yeah.

I'm going to carry
him for a few rounds,

and then when I get him,

the left, and then
right in with the right!

- I'll keep going all the time...
- All right, KP!

- On the double, hey-a, hey!
- Come on, let's go.

- On your feet.
- I'm in great shape, Sarge.

All right, all
right. Keep going.

Oh, look, Claude, I
got you on the salads.

Are you sure Sergeant Sowici

don't mind the
chrysanthemums in the kitchen?

Mind? Who doesn't
love chrysanthemums?

On the... Stay right with him.

Don't let him hit Egan.

If he swings at him, stop him,

because if he hits
him, the fight'll be off.

- Get in there. Watch him.
- Okay, you guys.

You're all on cucumbers.

Hey, Dillingham.

What's that you got there?

A flower.

What kind of flower's that?

A chrysanthemum.

I'll kill him.

- I'll kill him, Sarge.
- Take it easy.

Did you hear what he said
about chrysanthemums?

I heard. You'll get him
in the ring tonight for that.

You be there tonight, you
dirty chrysanthemum lover!

All right, all right!
All right! Hey!

Fight in the ring,
like gentlemen.

And next time I swing,
I won't miss, either!

Stay right with him.

Don't leave him
alone for a minute.

Take it easy, champ.

Hey, what did he mean
by "Next time I'll swing"?

What a belt! Pow!

Did he miss?

Well, not exactly.

Just a lucky punch, Sarge.

Just a lucky punch.

There must... there must
be a weakness in his defense.

Don't worry, Sarge.

You got nothing to worry about.

All right, okay, okay.

Now, where's Dillingham?

The fight will be
on in a few minutes.

I don't know.
Henshaw is out there

- Henshaw...?
- Looking for him. Oh, here he is.

- Did you find him?
- It's no use, Sarge.

I couldn't find him.
He's like a wild man.

Listen, Sarge, this afternoon,
we had him in the library.

All of a sudden,
he looks at the wall,

sees chrysanthemums
and takes off.

- Why didn't you follow him?
- All right, Bilko, where is he?

Where is he? What
did you do with him?

- Where's who?
- You know... my fighter, Egan.

You knew he was showing
up to tear your man to pieces.

- Now, where is he?
- Now, wait a minute.

Don't you get it?
Egan is missing, too.

These two guys are
so mad at each other,

if they find each other,
they're going to kill each other.

We got to keep them apart
till we get them in the ring.

Where were you?

Hey, you're supposed
to be ready to fight.

I'm not going to fight, Sarge.

What happened?

What happened, Sergeant Bilko?

- Hiya, padre.
- Hiya, chaplain.

I found these two men

with bitterness and
hatred in their hearts

squaring off behind my office.

- You boys ought to be ashamed of...
- All right, Bilko.

I know the whole story.

Shame on you.

You took Claude Dillingham...

A man of peace, a gentle soul...

And turned him into
a man of violence.

I'm sorry, padre.

I guess I'm a louse.

Bilko, I wish it were in my
heart not to agree with you.

You're right, padre.

I'm sorry, Sarge.

- Good luck, Paparelli.
- Thanks, Claude.

- Coming, Basil?
- Coming, Claude.

- Hey, where you going?
- I'm turning in.

I got to be up at
5:00 in the morning.

5:00? Wait...

I'm helping Claude
with his garden.

Oh, how do you...?

You know, padre, sometimes
you go a little too far.

You'll just have to use
your substitute fighters.

Oh, no. All bets are off.

All right, I'll go get
Peterson into his trunks.

I had to talk Dillingham out
of that mad obsession of his

for hitting people who
don't like chrysanthemums

for my own protection.

For your protection?

I don't like chrysanthemums.

Next bout: Paparelli
versus Peterson.

Next bout. All right.

Go on. Sit down.

Now, listen to me.

You've been wanting this chance.

All is not forsaken, all right?

Get a little more grease.

Now, watch me.

We believe in you.

We want you to
believe in yourself.

You carry Blue Cross?

Remember this in
here... we believe in you.

We have nothing to
worry about with you.

Get a lot of bandages.
Keep them standing by.

Now, look...

get in there, and
believe like we believe.

Alert the field hospital...

Splints, a stretcher and
some oxygen if we need it.

- Right, Sarge.
- Now, all right?

This is it. Drop your hands.

Drop your hands. Deep breath.

Let me hear it.

With every breath, I want
a piece of confidence.

That's the way.

Believe in yourself.

You're going to be fine.

Now, tell me...
what is your name?

- Dino Paparelli.
- No.

Your name is Tiger Vicious.

Remember that... you're vicious!

It's you against
the whole world.

You got that? Do
you remember it?

You hate everybody.

You're going to be
great. Now, now, look.

One thing: Keep a left
on his face all the time.

Keep a left. You notice I
did it with my fingers open.

You close your fist
and send it in, right?

Keep the left. And never
one punch... combination!

Unlock the combination, right?

Now, if you hit him
low, what do you care?

You lose a point, all right?

Get in there all the time!

What's your opponent's name?

- Victor Peterson.
- It is not.

His name is Slinky Wolf,

and he's coming to
get your tiger cubs.

That's a boy.

And think of that right hand.

Send that right hand in.

Send it in. Never one
punch... Combinations.

- Hey, we're ready for you.
- If you hit him...

- Here we go. Come on.
- Right.

Water! Water!

What happened? What
happened? What happened?

It's all right, it's all
right. The fight is over.

- Who won?
- You did.

What round did I get him in?

In the first round.

And here I was
going to bet $100.

We were going to
bet on our fighter.

You win the $100.

Hey, but Sarge, he...

Just a minute. It's all right.

- Now, what's your name?
- Tiger Vicious.

No, no, no, no.

Your name... your
name is Paparelli,

and you're the bravest
man in the platoon.

Paparelli was
played by Billy Sands,

Claude Dillingham
by Walter Cartier.