City for Conquest Page #3

- Yeah.

- I can get in shape again. I can fight.

There you are. Mickey

Miller, before and after.

You were right. One chance in a million.

One guy makes the grade. The

rest fall like flies in winter.

A million to one odds? That's pretty heavy.

I think I'll stick to driving a

truck. How about some soap, Mutt?

Listen. Let me know when

you change your mind.

- My office hours are noon till midnight.

- Thanks very much.

Don't be mad if I don't

show up. How about that soap?

- Good music, huh?

- It's beautiful.

I've always wanted to come

here. You like it, don't you?

- Sure.

- Danny, why don't you dance faster?

- You won't have to do any road work.

- How we doing?

She's doing all right, but

you're better in the ring.

Danny. I ought to congratulate

you on the fight. I forgot.

- The fight? Sure, the fight.

- It must have been thrilling.

All the lights and thousands of people.

I was so excited, I could hardly talk.

Yeah, I couldn't hear you.

Murray, I'm awfully sorry

about the contest last week...

...but I just couldn't get

out of bed, I was so sick.

I didn't mean to hurt

your feelings, you know.

- You know I wouldn't let you down.

- Let's dance, Lilly.

Gee, I'd love to. Thanks.

Murray, if you'll let me dance

the contest with you tonight...

...you won't be sorry, I promise.

Just give me this one last

chance. Won't you, Murray?

- All right, break it up.

- It's all right. She's my girl. We're together.

Don't be so much together.

Oh, how's this?

- Happy?

- Oh, yes. Of course.

Better watch your step, big shot.

That boy with her is Young Samson.

Who's the dame? You know her?

I met them one night at

the dance at the Forsyth.

Say, the kid's got something.

I think I'll try her out.

- It's hot.

- Sit down, have a gin freezola and cool off.

Peggy, your dancing was awful swell.

She beat everybody else in the hall.

Hello, Peggy. I saw you dancing by.

I'd like to introduce Mr. Murray

Burns. Peggy Nash and Danny Kenny.

- I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Burns.

- Likewise.

I guess you boys have heard about each other.

- Murray's the best this side of 14th St.

- The other side too.

Yes, I know. I've heard a

lot about you, Mr. Burns.

Thanks. Say, how about this dance? I

guess you could follow me all right, huh?

- Do you mind, Danny?

- No, go ahead. Enjoy yourself.

Don't worry. I'll see she does.

Thanks, Danny. Just this dance.

If you fellas don't mind,

I'll sit this dance out.

Sure. Sit down. That's a chair.

I certainly can use it. Murray

just about danced my feet off.

Here. Knock yourself out.

I don't mind saying, kid, you're

a natural. You sure can spiel.

Believe me, I've tripped the

light fantastic with the best.

Thank you, Mr. Burns. I'm nervous now.

- I've never before had a partner like you.

- Sure, but that's okay.

You'll get over that nervous feeling.

That's the idea. You'll

follow me like a ghost, kid.

And now, folks, for the

regular Rose Garden contest.

To the winners, this beautiful silver loving

- cup.

The judges will conduct eliminations

from the bandstand. Please come up.

Will all the palookas and clucks...

...kindly save their shoe leather and our

time by sitting this one out? Let's go.

How about it? Wanna try? We'll

show them some real stepping.

That'd be wonderful, but

I ought to ask Danny first.

What's that mug got, a mortgage on you?

Just relax, kid, and that cup's in the bag.

- Thanks.

- Looks like that snake's got a monopoly.

- You gonna let him get away with it?

- She's having a good time.

- I don't worry about Peggy.

- You ain't never worry.

Like with MacPherson. You could

be champion, only you don't wanna.

- Just to show me.

- I got nothing else to do.

Listen, we're gonna cop this cup, now, see?

We'll shake these clucks

off on the next number.

- We're dancing alone.

- We've won?

Sure, what'd I tell you? Now

we'll give them some fancy stuff.

- Who's the dame?

- I don't know.

- Some newcomer.

- Not bad.

You got the class, kid.

You got what it takes.

- Do you mean it, Mr. Burns?

- Sure.

And I'm the guy that

knows how to bring it out.

Gee, Danny, ain't she great?

I'm certainly proud of her.

I guess I'd better be going.

Murray doesn't like me to sit

out dances with strange men.

- Scram then.

- Danny, look.

- You were great.

- Isn't it beautiful?

Are you sure you want me to keep this?

I got a flock of them, one every other night.

Last weekend in a tournament

at Hunts Point Casino.

- I danced that one with Murray.

- Yeah? I thought he danced it alone.

I don't believe I can eat

any of this. I'm too excited.

Danny, Mr. Burns told me that

I could be a professional.

No reason why not.

With a little training, I might be able to

break her in, after I polish the rough spots.

She didn't do so bad just now.

Wouldn't you like to join the table?

Well, it ain't exactly

my kind of crowd, baby.

Yeah? Too much of a crowd, see?

Mutt. Don't let him talk

to Mr. Burns like that.

Don't worry, I was going anyway.

Any time you want to drop these mugs,

slip over. I'll give you another spiel.

I don't mind you dancing with my

girl. I don't like those cracks.

- Your girl? You let me dance with her?

- Yeah.

That's right. You wanna

make something out of it?

What's going on here? Are you

having some trouble, Murray?

- I stepped on some personal property here...

- You stepped on something.

Danny, stop!

- Hey, cut it out.

- Yeah, this place respectable joint.

- Beat it, Danny. Beat it.

- Come on, Peggy. Let's get out of here.

Stand back, everybody. That was an accident.

Stand back, now. Come on, Peggy. Get out.

It was an accident, everybody. An accident.

I hope you ain't sore.

I didn't mind you dancing, but he

tried to make you look like two cents.

I guess he was pretty fresh.

But, Danny, the cup, it's all broken.

- Mutt figured it was your cup or my bean.

- I had a swell time anyway.

- You ain't sore at me, huh?

- Of course not, Danny.

That's better. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hello. Hotel Halifax?

Mr. Murray Burns, please.

Hello, Mr. Burns? Peggy Nash.

No, no, I didn't lose your

number. I kept it in my purse.

I just wanted to tell you

I'm sorry for what happened.

I hope you weren't hurt.

Tomorrow night? Why, yes, I think I could.

The Irving Place Casino, 10:30. All right.

For crying out loud, Danny, take it easy.

- Kenny, you're 20 minutes late.

- So what?

- You're holding up the works.

- Sue me.

- Okay, Kenny. I'll talk to you later.

- We'll make it up next trip.

You know us. I don't know, Danny.

I don't know what's the matter

with you lately. You're so nervous.

If I sound nervous, I'm nervous.

All right. Peggy stands you

up and I get the grief of it.

What do you take it for? I wouldn't

take it from the Queen of Sheba.

You'd take it and like it.

Hey, fellas, do a hurry-up job,

will you? We're 25 minutes late.

Hurry it up, will you, guys? Be good guys.

- Hey, wise guy. You almost scraped me.

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