Diggstown Page #2

on the cheek.

What a stud.

Gabriel, has it been

two years already?

The action hasn't been

the same without you.

They credit you two-for-one these days,

if you don't use a gun.

God bless the liberals.

Paulo.

I'm setting something up, Victor.

The money will run half a million...

and I'll need an establishment type,

like the esteemed Victor Corsini...

to hold the money.

- You interested?

- How about this guy?

You know I can't resist

watching you work...

but where did you

ever get $500,000?

From you.

Don't make me

have to kill you.

You know how I hate it

when I have to kill my friends.

Far be it for me to ruin your day.

Do I have it or not?

Come on, boy!

Give him a left hook!

For crying out loud!

What kind of a fight do you call that?

You in the wrong seat, boy.

Nobody gave seating assignments.

I'm about ready

to give you one.

This is Mr. Gillors chair.

You must be our Floridian tourist.

You certainly have wonderful taste

in automobiles.

Yeah, though it's

kind of a limp color.

Snowflake white.

But I figured

better a limp color...

than a limp model

like the 300.

At least

I had enough change left over...

to buy myself a proper

pair of socks.

I'm just f***ing with you.

You want your seat back?

Please, feel free.

I was bored shitless anyway.

Our boxing here in Diggstown...

is not to your satisfaction, Mr...

- John Gillon.

- Nice to meet you.

- Can I be frank with you?

- Please.

It's never too satisfying knowing who

will win. You know what I mean?

Take this mamaluke

in the white trunks.

Halfway through the first round,

I know he'll be kissing canvas.

He's already done it twice.

So what do you think? Will he

kiss canvas the third time? Yes.

All right!

Guys, I'm as surprised as you are.

Believe me, that was a lucky shot.

Should we up the bet again?

We better take him

while he's still able to stand.

Always go with what you know, Frank.

My cardinal rule of gambling.

You ready for 300 a game?

Three thousand. I'll play the kid

for pink slips if he wants.

You really serious?

That truck?

Hell, yeah.

I always wanted a Corvette.

Besides, a man never bets

what he can't back up.

- Right?

- That's right.

Let's do it.

So you're saying

you think this man...

over here in the red trunks

will win this fight?

Is there an acoustical problem

in here?

I don't think

he'll win this fight.

I know he'll win this fight.

I have to split.

By the way,

I'd bet a thousand on it.

But would you bet 2,000 bucks on it?

Are you joking?

There's two things we never joke about

in Diggstown, Mr. Caine:

Our boxing and our betting.

It's one minute.

Go get 'em!

A minute ten.

Fifteen.

17, 18, 19!

One minute, 19 seconds.

Huh?

That's very good.

He's good. You're good.

Why don't you save the effort

and concede?

No, I've done that good before.

Question is:
Can I do it now?

Great.

Buck!

Nobody sits in my seat.

A minute, ten.

Twelve.

15, 16, 17.

Yes! I can't believe it!

Keys.

Come on.

Thank you.

Drinks on me!

Hustling?

Now ain't that a b*tch?

Did I ask you to shoot pool?

Or beg to play poker

with you guys? Hell, no!

I told you I was gonna win!

Now you're upset

because you didn't listen?

I'm sorry. You're just a little bit

full of sh*t on this one.

Like this sorry nonsense right here.

You saying something

about Charles Macum Diggs, hotshot?

Come on, Frank.

Charles Macum Diggs

is one of the most overrated...

would-be-but-never-was

heavyweights of modern times.

It's a wonder he didn't get killed

in that last fight...

Charles Macum Diggs was one

of the greatest boxers of all time.

I've seen him put away

as many as five men in one day...

when he was training.

You name anybody

you've ever seen do that, loudmouth.

"Honey" Roy Palmer.

Who?

The most underrated...

heavyweight of modern time.

I never heard of him.

You never heard of him

because he never got a shot.

He could take on

any ten of you in a day.

- Any ten, any day!

- Nobody can take ten men.

I got $10,000

against your thousand...

says he can take on

any ten Diggstown men...

and walk away from every one.

- Let's take him, Frank.

- Don't tell me what I know.

Wanda,

I'm in fierce need of libation.

How's about your $100,000...

against my 10,000?

Hell, yeah. Why not?

You got yourself a bet, sonny.

- Who are you?

- John Clayton Gillon is who I am.

Former manager

and forever champion...

of Charles Macum Diggs.

When were you thinking of putting on

this little event, Mr...

You? You're not serious.

Yeah, I am serious.

I brought my $10,000 cash

just to show you how serious.

Surely, you have your 100,000?

You own my sors car, I understand.

That's got to be won'th 25.

I've seen that fancy rig

of yours outside.

At least they said it was yours.

That's another 25.

That's 50.

That leaves 50 cash.

A high roller like yourself...

I'm sure you have $50,000 cash

on you at all times.

Because if you don't...

You know what we call that

around here?

A forfeit.

And right now.

- I didn't necessarily mean $10,000.

- I'll back him.

Are you a fan

of "Honey" Roy Palmer's too?

I don't even know who he is.

I just want to see you eat ten grand.

Your man as good as you say, stud?

F***ing well better be.

I don't want any more money

kept with this sheriff either.

You know Dubber Wiseman in Vegas,

Victor Corsini in Miami?

I know Mr. Corsini.

Has an excellent reputation.

Have no problem

with him escrowing our wager.

Monday morning you make sure the funds

are wired to Mr. Corsini in Miami.

How's two weeks from tonight

for the event?

Done.

I'll be back Wednesday

to work out the fight rules.

Fair enough.

Chubby, the vehicles

will remain here in town.

Somebody remind me

in church Sunday morning...

to thank God for making fools.

Morning, Fitz!

Come on.

Yes. Nice look.

Seven pitchers of beer.

I told you the pills would keep you

from getting drunk.

The hangover, on the other hand,

is pretty much nonnegotiable.

Nice face.

Can I get you something?

Anchovies and milk?

Some deviled eggs?

You've got to take me to the airport.

I gotta go to Texas and get Roy now.

Why do you have to get Roy? There's

no problem with him coming on his own.

There is if he doesn't know

he's supposed to. Sugar?

What?

- Yes?

- Roy's in, right?

Did Roy say he isn't in?

No, he's in.

I mean, pretty much.

He hasn't said that he's out.

Yes?

What did he say

when you asked him if he's in?

I haven't asked him yet.

No good?

How about some pork tartar?

Some goulash maybe?

How about a little Spam and yogurt?

How about some moo goo gai pan?

Keep your eyes on the man.

Keep that right hand where you can

feel it 'cause you can't see it.

Let's try the double jab.

One, two! All right.

Remember:
Keep your elbows in

and turn that punch over.

I got a trick here for you.

This one's a double jab and...

- You got my money?

- Not exactly, but...

Then get out of here.

- Stop trying to be mad at me.

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