Diggstown Page #3

- I'm not trying. I am mad at you.

You're sulking because

of that last night in Moline.

Hold it.

Jose, you take over.

You looked hurt, Roy,

so I stopped the fight.

You lost faith in me.

It was a cash fight.

You kept drilling me that half

of the money is in the acting.

$92,000, man.

I know you're here to piss me

on something, but I'm off the con.

I'm out, completely, forever.

All right.

What do you mean?

If you're not interested,

you're not interested.

- Take care of yourself.

- Yeah.

- How's Mary?

- What?

- She's fine.

- Good.

Why don't you come

to the house for dinner tonight.

Dinner. Good. Great.

- 7:
00?

- Yeah.

- I'll bring the wine.

- You got it.

- One condition.

- What?

No business.

He's great with the kids

at the YMCA.

- You're really good with them.

- I like it.

Keeps them off the street

and out of those gangs.

Plus, I get to work out

for nothing.

It's important to stay in shape.

There could be a seniors bout

sometime in your future.

Mary Ellen, is it possible you've become

a more fantastic cook since Moline?

You want some more wine?

Let me just fill that up.

Good night.

You two look really happy together.

You've got a wonderful home,

terrific job. You done good, partner.

Yeah, it's a start.

I gotta go.

We were the best.

You get your sorry butt

back in this bed.

He's playing you

like a cat on a string.

- I just have to make a phone call.

- Who you calling at this hour?

People who are up at this hour.

You son of a b*tch.

Not only do you put this into play

without talking to me...

but you get yourself in a money deal

with Corsini that will get you killed!

I don't believe you.

And don't think

I don't know why you did it.

I know.

You think Roy will jump on his horse

and save your scheming ass.

You think I won't tell you

to go to hell.

You've got a big surprise

coming your way.

Pick me up at 8:
00.

I found "Honey" Roy Palmer

in some old books.

His last recorded fight was in '72.

How old is this boy?

Forty-eight.

With ten men,

he won't last ten seconds.

His knockout record

was uneard of.

Out of 36 fights,

31 by knockouts...

three by technical knockouts

and only one by decision.

Damn.

At least he lost two.

Both to the same fighter:

A guy named Hammerhead Hagan.

One by decision,

the other by technical knockout.

Then he just faded away.

Congratulations

on your new truck, John.

You know what

that book doesn't show?

- What's that?

- All his cash fighting since then.

Those records don't lie.

You fellows better remember,

this is a man...

who knocks people unconscious...

with a single blow.

I consider any such man

extremely dangerous...

even at 48 years old.

Ben.

- How you doing?

- Great.

Ben is not what you would call

one of Gillors most ardent fans.

He is the only one in town,

besides Gillon, who owns his own land.

How'd you manage that?

While everybody else was trying

to get rich off Diggs' last fight...

I went fishing.

It was a real bad time here.

People lost farms

been in the family for years.

Folks really got hurt.

Here it is.

The very ring that Charlie Diggs

himself trained in.

I fixed it up

just the way you wanted.

- What's it doing here?

- Diggs used to work for me.

Asked to put it up so him and his

friends would have a place to practice.

Bought a place over on the river

once he was doing good.

He's still there.

I hear he's kind of a vegetable now.

Oh, he's got his moments.

Mostly sits in his chair

staring out at nothing.

Jesus.

Who's Willie?

Who's Waylon?

I bet you're little Dolly

because you're so pretty.

Yes. Look. See?

Who's Dolly? Who's the pretty one?

You're pretty.

Are you Elvis?

Are you...

You're a friend of my brother's,

aren't you? I'm Emily.

You're... No, actually,

I was just looking at the dogs.

You're a friend of Wolf's

or they'd have torn your arm off by now.

It's his shirt, isn't it?

How is he?

He's good.

He's looking forward to coming home.

Yeah, me too.

I miss him.

Excuse me.

I take it you're Mr. Caine.

Whole towrs talking about you

and your partner after the other night.

"Partner"?

I just met that Mr. Fitz.

I see.

A coincidence?

- Yeah, that's it.

- Imagine that.

You know my brother from prison.

You and this other fellow

show up days apart...

and just before

Wolf's coming home...

and suddenly there's this huge bet

on a fight that sounds impossible.

Coincidence just seems

to follow you around, doesn't it?

You sure

you're Wolf Forrester's sister?

People say I take after my mother.

She was smart enough to get out of

this town while I was still in diapers.

Wolf begged me to visit his dogs

when I got out, so I did. That's that.

But let's not let anybody else

get the wrong idea...

about me knowing Wolf

and being in prison.

It's like our little secret.

What do you say?

I have to go back to work.

I have to ready Miss Parkins' basement

for a new tenant.

I thought you worked

at the bank.

Extra money.

I'm leaving soon.

- Do we have a deal?

- I don't make deals with strangers...

and little secrets

are for little children.

Do I look like a child to you?

No, ma'am,

you most assuredly do not.

Good day, Mr. Caine.

Son of a b*tch. Ten ounces

and ten rounds? Forget about it!

Nobody lives in town.

Twenty-four hours, and forget your

fight. They've always been five rounds.

Bullshit to your eight-ounce gloves

and five-round fights!

- Ten ounces and ten rounds or forget it!

- Do I look that stupid...

or have y'all been breeding too close

to the gene pool?

I think you have.

Diggstown is Olivair County.

A day is 24 hours.

Tell you what.

Mr. Caine...

my son and his friend...

are trying desperately

to regain their honor...

and his car.

While I admire

their courage as men...

I worry a great deal

about their safety.

They're boys.

Let them wear the headgear,

just those two...

and you can have your 24-hour day.

But Diggstown is

in Olivair County.

Any man residing

in the county...

is a Diggstown man.

I'll tell you what.

Any man residing inside

the county line today...

and can prove it...

is a Diggstown man.

Why, Mr. Caine...

you certainly don't think I'd stoop

to bringing in a ringer, do you?

Not now I don't.

- Yeah!

- Jesus!

So what's his time like

for the mile, Buster?

Seven minutes, three seconds.

That's good.

Why don't you put down 8:40.

Evening.

- Come on!

- What was that all about?

Sorry. They just like you

'cause they think you're Wolf's friend.

- It's hot.

- You get used to it.

So, what does our new tenant think

about what you did with the basement?

I wouldn't know.

I never met him.

Me neither.

Damn it.

Look at him go.

There's only five days left, John.

Shouldrt you be deciding on those

last three fighters pretty quick?

I already decided on two:

Buck Holland

and Sonny Hawkins.

What about the last one?

What last one?

We may not need a last one.

The way Coach has been

working our boys, he may not...

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