Requiem for a Heavyweight (1962) 7.8

[after Grace slaps Maish] Maish Rennick: Do you really want to help him? Here's how you can help him. Leave him alone. If you gotta' say anything to him, tell him you pity him. Tell him you feel so sorry for him you could cry. But don't con him. Don't tell him he could be a counsellor at a boys' camp. He's been chasing ghosts so long he'll believe anything. Any kind of a ghost. Championship belt, pretty girl... maybe just 24 hours without an ache in his body. Doesn't make any difference. It all passed him. Grace Miller: I just thought that - maybe the next thing he wanted he ought to get. [starts to weep] Grace Miller: That would only be fair. I wished to God it was something I could've given him. Army: [to Maish] You fink. You dirty, stinking fink. Army: [to Maish] Anybody ever tell you what a prince of a guy you were? [Alternate ending: A young boxer, with his manager, presents himself to Maish, as "Mountain" Rivera heads into the wrestling ring] Maish Rennick: You wanna fight. You fool. You damn stupid fool. Don't you understand? Can't you get it into your silly head? There are only eight champions in this business. Everybody else is an also-ran. The good's great, but the bad stinks! Don't you understand? The odds are all you'll wind up a mumbling idiot! A STUTTERING JERK! WHY DON'T YOU GO HOME! GO HOME!