City for Conquest Page #2
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- 1940
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- I know that.
Boy, was it crowded tonight on the subway.
Talk about sardines. They got it easy.
At least they're floating in olive oil.
Look, Peggy, I'm making 27.50 a week now.
This time next year, we could be all set...
Always whispering, you two.
Carrying on. Sneaking in the hallway.
I won't stand for it, Danny Kenny.
We're a respectable family, we are.
you come into the parlor.
- Who's talking about marrying, Ma?
- Don't give me that sass.
like that after all I've done.
Mrs. Nash, we're just sitting
here talking like always.
Talking. Whispering behind my back.
Afraid I'll hear you in the parlor.
There is no parlor. Just a kitchen and
a bedroom, if you wanna call them that.
What's the use? See you later, Danny.
Come on in, Ma, and please stop worrying.
never go through what I did.
Skimping and saving, penny by penny, and
losing it all and starving ever since.
All right, Sydney, that'll be all. Practice
those scales an hour a day at least.
Here's a dollar. Mama said you
should give me change. Fifty cents.
What about the two dollars from last month?
- Mama said it should be just on account.
- Say, Danny, got any change?
- How much you need?
- Half a buck.
There it is.
- Give this to Mama with my compliments.
- Okay.
Oh, yeah. And Mama says when you
gonna give me a piece to learn?
She says to tell you she
likes "The Blue Danube."
So do I. That's why you're
not gonna play it yet, Sydney.
Okay.
I don't know why I keep giving that kid
lessons. He throws the piano out of tune.
You get it from Sydney. I
get it from the traffic cops.
- How's your music
coming, Eddie? - So-so.
Look, Danny.
I wanted to ask you if there's a
chance of getting a job with your boss.
- For who?
- Me.
- You?
- Yeah.
- Driving a truck?
- Or a helper, till I got a license.
Are you nuts? Another year,
you'll be through music school.
- What?
- What about your scholarship?
- Yeah, they cut it in half.
- Gotta pay the rest in cash.
- What happened?
Like everything else, donations
slowing up, so they cut expenses.
It's no use, Danny. I've got
But when will you find time
to work on your own music?
- I'll find it sometime at night.
- You'll be all worn out.
Besides, you might even hurt your hands
shoving those cases around on the truck.
- How much you gonna need for that school?
- And it might just as well be 150,000.
- Look here, Eddie.
I don't wanna hear any more talk like that.
- Well, I wanna finish, Danny...
...and I wanna finish my own music too.
You know I've been
working on it every minute.
Here, look. I've even
got a new idea on it now.
To make it into a symphony of New York.
The song of the magic
isle, a city for conquest.
A full symphony of it, with all
its proud, passionate beauty...
...and all of its sordid ugliness
and of its great wealth and power...
...and its everlasting hunger.
And of its teeming seven millions
and its barren loneliness.
Here, listen, Danny. It starts
with that part that you like.
That part that I call "The East River"...
...with the rumbling el over Allen
Street with its crowded gutters and slums.
With all of its mounting, shrieking jungle
- cries for life and sun.
And then carrying on the theme
up to the towering skyscrapers...
...and the story of all those who
tried to scale their dizzy heights...
...but crash, frustrated and
broken, to the concrete pavements.
And then of those few who
finally reach the top...
...only to find out that above them
are still the unattainable stars.
Gee, Eddie, you have ideas like that
and you're talking about driving a truck?
Play me that first part
again. The part I like.
Sure.
- Maxie knocked him out in the 11 th.
- Quiet.
- What's the matter?
- Tell Pinky that fight with Callahan is okay.
- No kidding, Danny?
- Have you got no ear for music?
- Sure, I can hear it.
- All right.
Ladies and gentlemen,
next bout of the evening.
At 146 pounds, the West
Side Terror, Kid Callahan.
And in this corner, at
144 and a half pounds...
winner, Danny Kenny...
...entering the professional
ring as "Young Samson."
Take a bow, Danny.
- Where'd you get that moniker, Samson?
- The Bible. Wanna make something of it?
Hey, Danny, it's a cinch!
- Looks like a West Side turnout.
- Yeah.
Keep your left in his schnozzola.
When you see an opening, give
him the old one-two. Good luck.
Folks, I just wanna say that
these boys better be good...
...as we're honored to have with us tonight
no less than manager Scotty MacPherson...
...down from Madison
Bowl. Take a bow, Scotty.
Who's the new lad, Pinky?
From the East Side. Won the
Golden Gloves five years back.
First fight since. Nothing much, Scotty.
Tell you what I'll do, Scotty, I'll
lay you 20-10 that Callahan wins.
I'll tell you what, Bill. Make it a
real bet and I'll lay 2-1 on Samson.
- For how much?
- I'll bet 200 to 100.
- You've got a bet.
- Let me in on that.
- Okay. Same bet with you.
- Goldie. Goldie.
Ain't you even gonna back up your own
champ? Scotty's laying 2-1 on Samson.
It's a pleasure to oblige. Scotty,
I'll take 100 of that easy jack.
You're on. Anybody else?
If you're gonna be that generous, I'll
double it. And I don't mind telling you...
Hey, what's going on? What's happened?
Two, three...
...four, five, six...
- What's happened?...seven, eight, nine...
...ten.
- You got me into this. I lose a fortune.
- Accident.
Holy smoke. A welterweight
with a sock like Dempsey.
- Who's his manager, Scotty?
- I don't know, but I'll find out.
Listen. I don't usually go after a lad,
but I'd a hunch on you the minute I saw you.
right up to the top rung.
That's very good to hear, but
I guess I just can't see it.
that truck-driving job?
- Sure. I like it.
- You're very hard to figure out.
You've got the makings of a
fighter but you don't like to fight.
I guess that's just it. I don't like
it. I don't know how to explain it...
...but I need a good reason to sock a guy.
A reason? I'll give you a good reason.
I'll guarantee you $500 on
your next card. How's that?
Skip it, Pinky. It's no go.
I've seen pugs who figured they
had it licked. Where are they?
Walking around on their heels,
punchy, all before their time.
Here. See that guy back there? Remember him?
Yes, I believe I do. Mickey Miller, isn't it?
- Nobody else. Great fighter, wasn't he?
- He certainly was.
- Mickey, come here.
- Me?
Yeah, you. Come here.
- You got that picture with you?
- Picture? Sure, sure.
Sure, I've got my picture.
That's me. That's my picture.
- Remember? Mickey Miller, that's me.
- Very nice, very nice.
- Thanks very much.
- That's all right. A good picture, isn't it?
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