City for Conquest Page #8

- You mind if we use your radio, Peggy?

- Of course not. Go ahead.

- Thanks, Peggy.

- Oh, thanks a lot.

Murray, let's hurry our first

number. I want to listen in.

What for? That palooka of yours

won't last two rounds anyway.

Danny, this fellow Wales is

bad. Don't fall for his fight.

He knows tricks. Watch when

he backs into the ropes.

I'll watch, don't worry.

Look, when he acts

groggy, that's just a pose.

I got it down. I always fight the

way you tell me. Quit worrying.

You always tell me that

and do the same thing.

- All right, kid. Go in there and beat him.

- All right.

- Good luck to you, Mutt.

- Thanks, Danny.

Scotty.

It's a funny thing, Mutt.

Here I am, fighting for the championship

of the world, and didn't wanna be a fighter.

This is Sam Hayes, all set to give a

description of this widely publicized fight.

Both fighters have entered the ring,

the referee is giving them instructions.

There's the warning whistle. In

just a moment, the fight will be on.

- Has it started?

- You're in time. It's the first round.

That's the bell. The fight's

on. They start sparring.

Samson leads his left to Wales'

nose. So fast you can just see it.

Wales rips a right jab

for the face but misses.

- Danny's in fine shape, isn't he?

- Sure is.

Hey, Dutch, don't forget that big

blowout I'm giving later to celebrate.

I got the whole club reserved

for all my friendly enemies.

How you gonna pay the bill after

you get through paying me off?

You look fine. Settle down.

- One...

- Come on, Walesie!

...three, four, five...

- Take a count.

...seven.

- Close in on him. Tie him in knots.

- This guy ain't so easy. He hits like a mule.

Dutch, what do you say instead of cash...

...you give me 50 percent

of your uptown take?

Now, don't forget, close in on him.

Steady, Danny, steady.

Come on, Danny. Keep it in there.

See that? See that foul?

That dirty heel, Wales.

You can take it easy, brother.

That don't worry Young Samson.

Fouls ain't nothing to him. This is a cinch.

- Champion!

- Three...

...four, five...

- Stay down!...six...

- Stay down!...seven, eight!

- The last count sure helped.

- You need it.

Hey, what's your hurry? Take

your time. You got plenty of time.

That's right. Get cagey,

like we talked about.

- We gotta work fast.

- What do you want me to do?

What do I want you to do?

Here, let me fix your gloves.

If they can't see you, they can't hit you.

He'll try for a knockout. Don't clinch.

Keep him off with your left lead.

Just keep jabbing at his lamps.

Give it to him!

Danny! Cover.

Watch it, Danny. Watch.

Now, keep them up. Keep...

Cover up!

- Come on, Walesie!

- Danny, watch his left! Box him!

- What's the matter? He don't listen.

- Danny oughtn't lead him around the eyes.

- Box him, Danny!

- Come on, Danny! Like we talked about!

Referee, can't you see he's fouling my

man? Watch your eyes, Danny! Your eyes!

This is a great comeback Wales is making.

Wales keeps stabbing Samson's

face, one, two, one, two.

Samson seems a little confused.

Wales now leads quick

rights to Samson's face.

He left himself open for that.

Danny caught him a hard right,

but he came back with two jabs...

...to Danny's other eye.

That right one is bad enough.

Danny's trying too hard. He ought

to watch that left on his eye.

Yeah, it's red and swollen.

You can see it from here.

Can't you hear the bell?

What's the matter, thumb in the eye?

- Both eyes.

- Both eyes.

Why don't you listen? I

told you to watch his left.

That's what I been doing but

he stuck his thumb in my eye.

- I can hardly see him.

- Crowd your man and fight to the body.

Now, come on. Fight to the body now.

- You're looking fine.

- Come on, boy.

Keep belting him right in

the body, Danny, all the time.

Watch it, Danny.

Come on.

Both of Samson's eyes are nearly closed.

Wales throws caution to the winds,

and punches the body and the head.

Come on, Danny. Come on!

Come on, hit him, Danny. Come on, Danny.

Danny, come on!

...three, four, five, six, seven.

- Danny, get up!

Come on, Danny!

- How are your eyes?

- I can hardly see him.

You can't see? Do you want to stop?

No. They're coming along. They're

clearing up. Keep throwing water on them.

- Is he hurting you much?

- He can't.

Danny, keep circling and

keep your guard up. All right?

All right, I'll nail him.

What's the matter, Googi?

Looking for a miracle?

Keep your guard up now. Your guard up, Danny.

Samson misses with a wild swing.

Danny's eyes are almost closed.

How he stands up to this this torture

is a miracle of will and courage.

Wales tears in with a hard left.

Don't let him get you up against the

ropes. Come on, get away from them ropes!

Three, four, five...

...six, seven.

- How's that feel?

- That's good, Mutt.

- I can see better already.

- Danny, I'm gonna stop the fight.

- I never should have let you in for this.

- No, Scotty, don't do that to me.

All I need is one shot at this

guy. Scotty, promise me something.

Promise you won't throw

the towel in. Promise me.

I gotta win. I gotta beat this guy.

All right, Danny, all right.

You'll win. You're gonna beat

him. Just keep that guard up.

When you feel him near

you, keep pounding the body.

It isn't worth it, Danny.

Scotty, stop it, stop it!

Let me through. He'll murder

him. Scotty, you gotta stop it.

Danny. Danny!

Wales comes back with a hard

right, right on the button...

...but Samson refuses to go down.

Miraculously on his feet after

three rounds of punishment.

His eyes just narrow slits. I

doubt if he can see a thing now...

... but he's game as ever,

standing right up there.

Wales crowds Kenny, slugging him to the

head and face with savage lefts and rights.

Now a stiff right to the heart.

Ain't that too bad. Mind if I listen in?

Not that I wanna hang around

you, I just want all the details.

Lock the door, Della.

Yes, ma'am. Excuse me, Mr. Burns.

She'll be ready in a minute.

Okay, but hurry up.

There's the referee trying to

talk to him. Samson waves him off.

Referee steps back and

Wales comes charging in.

You can bet the referee wanted to call a

technical knockout. Danny wouldn't have it.

Wales jabs three stiff lefts to

Danny's face, looking for an opening...

And there's the final bell.

With this fight over, with Young Samson...

... like his ancient namesake,

blind as a bat, but still game...

... a human punching bag, beaten to a pulp...

Miss Peggy, it's time for your next number.

Miss Peggy, you just got to hurry.

Come on, come on, step on it.

You're holding up the works.

Ain't you coming, Miss Peggy?

I can't, Della. I can't.

Well, what will I tell the folks?

What will I tell Mr. Murray?

I don't know. I don't know. Tell him

anything you like, but leave me alone.

Just another moment and I'll

be all through, Mr. Kenny.

There. Feels better, doesn't it?

Yeah. It don't sting as much now, doc.

Prepare a sedative, please.

- Three grains dissolved in a glass of water.

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