Body and Soul Page #5

What about Shorty?

I don't ask you what you give your mother, Charlie, or your girl.

You want Shorty for laughs, give him the 10 percent. I pay my expenses, you pay yours.

Shorty gets 10 percent.

I told you I only make one kind of deal, Charlie.

This way you fight for the championship right away.

Okay...I'll take care of Shorty myself.

But...don't say anything about it, huh?

He's your friend.

You're my partner.

It's a deal!

Well what about me, Mr. Roberts? What percent do I get?

After all, I made him what he is, because I told him to fight.

In my business, there's only 100 percent.

- I'd like to say good night to your mother, Charlie.

- Oh yeah, sure...Ma!

Mr. Roberts would like to say good night.

I was awful glad to meet you, Mrs. Davis. You're a lucky woman to have a boy like Charlie.

He's going to make a lot of money...enough for everybody.

No more candy store for you. It's a lot nicer, ain't it?

Here...I almost forgot.

- What's this?

- Just a little on account, Charlie...I know you must be running short.

Good night, Mrs. Davis.

By the way, Charlie...You want to start training right away. The fight goes on in two months, you know.

Oh, it can't be too soon for me!

- Oh, and take a tip, kid...

- What's that?

Postpone the wedding bells.

Keep your mind on the fight.

Good night, Charlie's girl.

Very nice coat!

Remember, after mink comes sable.

- See you, Charlie.

- Good night.

Shorty, we got a lot of work to do...

I want you to set up that training camp...

Get ahold of Quinn...tell him to get me the best sparring partners in town.

- When do you want to start?

- You heard him...right away.

- Then you're not going to get married?

- You aren't going to get married?

Why, sure we're going to get married, but it'll wait.

Why can't the fight wait?

Ma, you can't do a thing like that! Explain it to her, will you, Shorty?

Charlie is absolutely right, Mrs. Davis. You can't postpone a fight. We could wait.

Why can't we drive up to Greenwich tonight? You can get married right away!

No Shorty, we'll wait.

That's my baby!

And you know what else, Ma?

I think you ought to get rid of the candy store and come and live here in a decent place.

I live in a decent place, Charlie.

Yeah, and it's paid for.

Sure...By who?

Not by Roberts!

What's the difference? What are you beefing about? It's money, ain't it?

You get it Peg, don't you?

Yeah, I get it.

What's the matter, Charlie?

You ought to keep walking him around...I don't want him to cool off.

I've been thinking Charlie...you've been working too hard.

Why don't you take a few days off and go to the city and see Peg?

Ah, I feel fine.

The last few weeks get kinda tough, don't they, Charlie?

Yeah.

I'm beginning to feel a strain myself.

You're overtrained.

So are you.

Maybe.

Awfully edgy.

You don't want to overdo it.

Neither do you.

What have I got to lose?

What have you got to win?

Everything.

Time, Charlie.

When are you going back to the city?

No hurry...The club doesn't open for another week.

Maybe you need a week to get ready.

I don't think so. I'm beginning to like it up here. I think I'll stay.

- Now listen, Alice...

- No, you listen to me.

Don't forget, you made me come up here.

Yeah, I'd like to see you get ahead, Alice.

What did you ever do about it?

Nothing, I never done anything about it.

You done everything about it.

- A job in a nightclub...

- That lousy job?

- The clothes you're wearing...

- You want them back? I'll give them back to you in spades!

Take it easy, will you?

You can't take that, can you?

No, I guess I can't.

From me to you, a word of advice...

People shouldn't be too ambitious at first.

You drive too fast...you break your neck!

Kill him, Charlie. Kill him!

Kill him, Charlie. Kill him!...Kill him, Charlie!

We'll get him down to the hospital...Make some xrays...

- I'll call an ambulance.

- He's not gonna live.

We'll see.

You must have hit him awful hard.

Anything I can do...Anything! Any money...

It'll be all right.

He won't be all right, you know that!

Take it easy, Arnold!

Go ahead, Charlie, everybody'll be waiting. I'll clean up here.

Go ahead, Quinn. Shorty, keep the champagne cold.

- Come on, Charlie.

- Mr. Arnold...

If there's anything I can do, just say the word...Anything!

- Come on, Shorty...

- I'll stick around...Drive down to the hospital with him.

That's a good idea.

- I'll see you later.

- Okay.

Run along, Shorty. I'll take care of everything here.

You promised to have Davis take it easy. Look at him!

Maybe he'll die.

- You better beat it, Shorty.

- What for?

Who promised to take care of what?

Have it your way.

- You got any complaints?

- Me? I got no complaints.

He got complaints. Maybe he'll die.

Everybody dies!

You knew Ben had the blood clot in the brain! You promised him...

What do you want, a few grand more? You got it.

- Anything on your mind, Shorty?

- Plenty.

Spill it.

I don't like being your partner, Roberts...I'm out.

And I think after tonight, Charlie'll be out too.

You're a little behind the times, Shorty. We're not partners, you were out already.

Whatever you get, you get from Charlie.

- He's giving you a handout. Didn't he tell you?

- No.

Check it.

Send me the hospital bills.

- Thanks, champ!

- Oh wait, you can't do that!

Congratulations champ, it was a wonderful fight.

Hey, Charlie, throw me those gloves!

- Was it a tough go, Charlie?

- He wouldn't go down, he was like a rock!

Who's sitting here, you or him?

That's right, that's right...You saw him, Peg, you saw him!

Yes, I saw him, Charlie, I saw him.

There's Shorty, Charlie!

Shorty! Hey, Shorty!

We're kings of the world, Shorty!

- Aren't you going to join us, Shorty?

- No.

- Why not?

- What's the matter?

You didn't win the title, Charlie!

Ben was double-crossed. They promised him an easy go.

Where do you get that stuff? Who promised who?

Ben was sick...He had a blood clot, and they all knew!

- A blood clot?...You didn't know that, Charlie, did you?

- No, I didn't...!

It's the old alibi, champ...You'll get used to it.

Come on, let's sit down everybody and celebrate.

- What's the matter, Shorty? Don't you think I beat him square?

- You beat him foul!

Ask Quinn, ask Roberts.

I don't like partners like Roberts, Charlie...it's rotten enough without them. Tell him he's out!

What are you talking about, Shorty? Are you crazy? You want to make trouble? You can't believe everything you hear.

Can I believe Roberts?

He told me to check with you.

He said I was out.

Am I out?

Or are you going to keep giving me the 10 percent for old times' sake?

- Yes.

- I had to tell him, champ...

There's only room for one in the driver's seat, and that's you!

Sure, what's the difference? We won, didn't we? That's what we wanted!

We didn't win. He won!

Come on, let's sit down. We'll talk about it some other time.

We're going to talk about it right now!

That's right...now's the time, now!

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