Diggstown Page #4

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Look how he just suddenly appears

out of nowhere.

What's going on over at Culver's?

Here's his running times,

Mr. Gillon.

I shot a whole roll of film too.

Get it over to Verrs

and tell him to put a rush on it.

I'm getting anxious

to take a look at this old boy.

- This is it?

- Uh-huh.

That's as fast as he can go?

Looks like age has finally caught up

with our poor, old "Honey" Roy Palmer.

Take this, Corny, and run on back.

We're gonna kill something now.

Thank you.

See you later.

Just dip your shoulder.

Buster says he dips his shoulder

before he throws it.

Now dip your shoulder.

- Good. One more time. Let me see it.

- That's good, Roy.

Come on, dip.

Yeah, good.

By the way...

I saw Mr. Charles Macum Diggs

the other day.

- Is that so? Good.

- Yeah.

He didn't get that way

from a whole lot of hits in the head.

Tell me what happened.

You know what happened.

- It was in all the papers.

- Yeah?

- What wasrt in the papers?

- What do you mean?

The guy got hurt.

It happens.

It happens to fighters.

I thought you knew that.

- I know when you're conning me.

- Stop it.

- Tell me.

- Stop f***ing around and get to work.

What happened?

Come on. Speak up.

Gillon doped him

in the last fight.

He doped him.

The money was long.

I guess he figured

he could make a killing.

Forget about the title shot.

What can I tell you?

He drugged the guy.

End of story. Let's go to work.

- How'd he do it?

- Not important.

Goddamn it!

Keep your mind on business, instead of

ancient history that you can't change.

- You hear me?

- My mind is on business.

Now tell me

how did he do it?

He shot him up with amyl nitrite

between rounds.

Gillon knew that Charles Macum Diggs

would never take a fall...

so he put the dope

in his nasal spray.

How that man went the distance

is anybody's guess.

But there is one thing for sure:

His brain didn't.

There.

- You happy now?

- What's wrong?

Nothing. Just taking a break.

- Did you see Buster?

- Going great. Right on schedule.

Gave me a list of Gillors fighters.

Buster says he can lay a whammy

on four guys...

suggests we approach

the Busby brothers direct.

- Buy them? Thanks.

- Yeah.

Good. That leaves four fights

that aren't fixed...

including two high school kids

with headgear.

Any word on the tenth fight?

- Nothing yet.

- Gillors playing with us.

We probably won't know his ace

in the hole until the night of...

You say you're my brother's friend?

You could be his worst enemy.

You're using things he told you to cheat

people around here for some money.

You think I'm here to steal dimes

and quarters out of cookie jars?

I wish I knew why you were here.

Just promise me

you'll wait till Wolf gets home...

before you pass judgment

or say anything to anybody.

You can, but I wouldn't

suggest you go over there.

- I want to go see.

- Come on, honey.

Move away from there!

I think it's Wolf.

- Is it Wolf?

- Oh, my God!

- It is!

- Get back here.

I saw it.

- Stay back.

- It's Wolf.

- I'm sorry.

- Why is my brother dead?

- I don't know.

- You know something!

- I wish I knew.

- Tell me now!

- I'll tell them you fixed that fight!

- I don't know why Wolf is dead!

It's not because he was escaping.

Nobody runs with a week to go.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm saying that Wolf...

Maybe Wolf was never

supposed to come home.

Your brother accidentally found out

something he wasrt supposed to know:

That Gillon fixed Diggs' last fight.

Before he even realized

what he knew...

he was the county drug lord

being can'ted off to prison.

He never had a chance

to tell you this.

I need your help.

I need you to find out

how much money Gillors really got.

Wolf was going to ask you.

He was a part of this.

They won't even bury him right.

I promise you...

your brother will have the best funeral

this town has ever seen.

Jesus

My Jesus

Your love

Means so much

To me

Your love

Is all that I need

Yeah

Hey, guys.

Five thousand dollars.

Mr. Gillon says

he'll pay $10,000...

to the man who knocks

"Honey" Roy Palmer out.

But, Ham, how do we know

we'll get to fight him...

before somebody else

knocks him out?

Besides, look,

Gillon ain't going to let us go first.

Ham, that's money in the hand.

That's absolutely right, Slim.

What do you say, Ham?

Come on.

- All right.

- Yes!

- Wait a minute.

- What?

Make it look real.

Listen to Roy in the ring.

Don't wave that around.

You hear the man?

Now you hide this good

where nobody can find it.

Don't worry about me.

I hide this plenty good.

Good evening.

I'm Roy Palmer.

I'm the one fighting tonight.

Maybe you didn't hear.

In a way,

it's like you I'm fighting.

But I know it ain't.

I heard what happened,

what they did to you.

Yeah,

things were rough back then.

Sometimes I wonder what would have

happened if I had done things their way.

But you can't fight the money.

That's what I learned.

Hope you never have

to wonder about that, man.

What you doing?

Nothing.

Just trying to get everything ready

for those bank examiners.

What would I do without you?

Don't work too late.

Wouldrt want to miss the fight.

- What?

- You were right.

These are the bank records.

Gillon owns the whole town.

- What is all this?

- He's won'th almost $2 million.

- What is this?

- That last Diggs fight...

He put everyone's money

on the other fighter.

- He sold farms? He foreclosed?

- Land, stores, farms.

- Everything around here.

- How much cash has he got?

He's got $720,000.

So he used their money

and then foreclosed on them?

- Exactly.

- And stole the town.

This Gillon is some piece of work.

You gotta love the guy.

This information can get you killed.

You know that, right?

You're incredible.

This is...

Thank you.

I gotta get cookir.

I'll see you at the fight.

Ladies and gentlemen,

only 22 minutes until midnight.

Quite an exciting way

to lose $50,000.

I'm willing to side another 50,000

that I don't.

Just you and me.

Personal?

Luckily, I brought my banker...

who just happens to have

two drafts here that I can sign.

How fortunate. I'm sure Mr. Corsini's

people have done the same for me.

Thank you. Do you have a pen, Paulo?

No, thanks. Just put one out.

I congratulate you on your choice

of starting times:

Making our farm men fight

when they're used to being fast asleep.

Very clever.

I like that.

12:
01 a. m. Is when Saturday starts.

Why waste the day?

Hey, Fish.

How's the Big Apple?

A snore compared to what you got

going down here tonight.

You boys have outdone yourself.

Just keep his eyes open and his cuts

closed, and we'll all go home rich.

- Count on it.

- I am.

Buster got us

the top half of the lineup.

I figure Gillon will see how it goes

before he picks the rest.

This looks great for us.

Buck's the only real fight.

Buster had a bimbo come in last night

and wear out Billy all night long.

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