City for Conquest Page #5

- We open in Baltimore...

...play the last half in Philly, jump to Akron,

lay off last half, play Cleveland a week...

...pick up the Delahanty time in

Buffalo, finish that, then Brooklyn.

You call that a route. If you can't do...

Listen. The woods are full of dancers

who'd break their neck for a booking.

- Well, if you don't like it...

- Okay, okay. Sold.

That's the way. You got

nothing to worry about.

All you gotta do is knock them dead.

What about the billing? Burns and Nash?

- You bill it Burns and Company.

- What about the 80 bucks?

- Make it payable to me.

- Okay with you, Peggy?

Of course. I leave everything to Murray.

Blank check, huh? Well, it's okay by me.

You'll have to sign too,

Peggy, by this cross.

Gee, this is the first time

I ever signed a contract.

I'm so nervous I can hardly write.

Attagirl.

Don't forget, you leave Thursday.

Train pulls out for Baltimore at

8:
15. Grand Central. Don't be late.

I'll have two tickets for you on Wednesday.

Goodbye and lots of luck.

You'll need it in Akron.

- You said it. See you Wednesday.

- Okay.

How'd you like it, baby?

Boy, oh, boy. Am I

dreaming, or am I dreaming?

What did I tell you? Did

I sell him a bill of goods.

I can't believe it. I won't

believe it until we really open.

Don't worry about that. It's a cinch.

I know I can get a gown at Klein's...

...but I should have a

real pair of dance slippers.

Murray, I'll be able to send Ma

a few dollars every week, won't I?

That'll be all right, won't it?

Sure, baby, sure. Everything's gonna

be all right with us from now on.

It's getting late. I'd better go.

I want my shoe, Murray.

Please let me go, Murray. My shoe.

Don't worry about that.

Please let me go, Murray. Murray, please

let me go. Please let me go. Let me go!

You may come in now, Mr. Kenny.

Remember what you said. I'm depending on you.

- Don't worry.

- I won't. I got my fingers crossed.

Hello, Kenny.

Took you a long time. I was expecting you.

- Got an empty stall in your stable?

- Is it money or a dame?

Both. Now look, Scotty, I don't

wanna waste your time or my own.

I'll take a few fights.

I've gotta get real dough.

I think you've got the wrong number.

I don't know what reasons you've got.

I've only got one. I want a

champion. So get this straight.

If you're gonna fight for

me, you're gonna fight my way.

All right. When do I start?

As soon as we get you in shape.

Right now, you're all musclebound.

We'll start working out

those truck-driver's bumps.

In the meantime, I'll line up

an out-of-town card for you.

There's another thing you

might as well know now.

You'll get no setups. If my boys haven't

got what it takes, I'm just not interested.

- I don't want any setups, Scotty.

- Well, that's fine. Now let me see.

You can open in Detroit and then

I'll run you up into Cleveland...

...and then we'll go to Toledo.

That ought to get us Chicago.

Scotty, I was wondering there might be

a bout in Pittsburgh about Christmas.

What's in Pittsburgh? Who is she?

Now, the way I understand

it, you take care of business.

All I asked was, could

you arrange Pittsburgh?

All right, I'll see if I can.

- By the way, do you need any money?

- Not yet.

All right, I'll see you at Stillwell's

to see what shape you're in.

- Remind me to pick a second.

- You got one here. Can't shake him.

I'll second him. I'll even third

him. Let me tell you, I can...

Tell it to him.

- No kidding. Is it all set?

- Yeah. You can relax.

Danny, Danny, you can't imagine

what you've done for my career.

Yes, Mr. MacPherson?

We're lining up an out-of-town

card on Young Samson.

But remember, no fights near

Pittsburgh. That's one town we detour.

- It's a massacre.

- Looks like you guessed it right.

I always guess it right. I

never have to look no more.

I can it tell from the yelling.

That was the blood yell.

It's a cold pack! He's in the canvas.

It's over. Give me that four bits.

- Who won?

- I never know till they come through.

I can tell you who won.

- Yeah? Who?

- Young Samson.

- He's got to win.

- Why?

Because he doesn't care

whether he wins or not.

You mean...

...if he wanted to win, he'd lose?

- Maybe.

What did I tell you?

And I knew because I got clothes on my back.

What's the secret behind that sleep-making

left-right? Those curls, maybe?

Danny, watch out for a gal named Delilah.

Are you in shape. You sure put that guy away.

- Yeah, don't take a haircut.

- Put your hand in there.

- It's cold.

- Not half as cold as Hanson is right now.

- You said it.

- How about another?

What's the matter with

you guys? Go on. Get out.

All right, fellas. Let him get his clothes

on. I'll give you all the smoke-up stuff later.

- Get up to my office.

- Danny, it was terrific.

- He didn't even hit you once.

- See that?

What's the matter?

Nothing. He sprained his thumb.

I put the wrong hand in the ice water.

- Danny, someone here to see you.

- Who is it?

Remember me? This is Googi under these duds.

Well, Googi. Where did you come from?

The same place you come

from, Forsyth and Delancey.

- How are you?

- Well, get Googi.

Hundred-and-fifty-dollar suit, monogrammed

shirt and buttons good enough to eat.

- Kid, you look like a success.

- You're not doing bad.

As a matter of fact, I won on

you. I brought you a present.

- I want you to meet some pals. Let them in.

- Hey, girls.

Come on in, girls. This

is Sally, Irene and Mary.

Come right down out of the

scandals just to see you fight.

You were wonderful. You

stopped the show cold.

He sure did and he won me ten grand too.

Now, look, Danny. I got a big blowout

waiting for you. Everybody's invited.

- You're full of surprises.

- There's a big party arranged.

- Come on. Get dressed. Let's all go.

- Sure.

Okay, now.

We got a real snappy treat here.

I want you all to meet Samson's kid

brother, a great musician, Eddie Kenny.

He's gonna give us some real classy

music, so I want a little quiet, see?

Come on, Danny let's have him.

Come on, Eddie boy, give.

- Gee, Danny, this is no time, no...

- They'll love it. Play the part I like.

All right.

If you ask me, this stuff is too ritzy.

What happened to Dorothy?

She's so dumb, she didn't even

know what he was talking about.

Hello, Max. Where you been?

Wouldn't you like to know, huh?

Where's Danny? Oh, there he is.

Samson, that fight was a real honey.

I collected two grand on you tonight.

Max, this is Danny's kid brother,

Eddie, a composer of real class.

Eddie, meet the biggest producer

on Broadway, Max Leonard in person.

How are you, young fella?

Say, Danny, is that true?

That Cannonball Wales is hiding out from you?

Say, where's that gossip hound Mulligan?

He's got me stepping

out with Cutie d'Amour...

...breaking up my home life.

I think we'll find him

right there in the corner.

Don't worry, kid. They just

like to hear themselves talk.

I knew they wouldn't listen.

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