Diggstown Page #7

And you better have papers

if we've never seen him before.

That's hardly the case.

Actually, I believe that this man

is an old acquaintance of Mr. Palmer's.

- Who is that?

- That's Hammerhead Hagan.

Your Hammerhead Hagan?

This guy is a ringer.

There's no way he was living around here

when we made the bet. Forget about it.

I think you'll remember

that our agreement was signed...

four days after the wager.

It clearly stated,

any man residing...

within Olivair County on that day

was eligible.

This rent receipt verifies

that Mr. Hagan moved to Diggstown...

two days before.

Wait a minute.

This is where I live.

This is my boardinghouse.

You snuck this guy

into the basement under my nose?

Time's wasting.

Mr. Palmer, he's all yours.

Thought you'd be dead by now.

You will be before the night's over.

Man, you look bad.

How does this feel?

- Get out of there!

- Yeah! Kill him!

Get off the ropes!

One, two, three...

- four, five, six...

- Get up, boy!

Keep moving, Roy!

Don't get near him!

Be alive!

Just move, side by side. Stay away.

Get out of the corner!

Come on!

Stick and jab!

- Get off the ropes!

- Baby, this ain't no dance.

Come on, boy, get up.

It ain't over yet.

Two, three, four, five, six...

Come on. Uppercut.

- That's the way!

- Yes!

Break it up.

Let's go.

Can you hear me?

I'm stopping it right now!

I'm stopping it here!

Don't lose faith in me twice.

Don't make me watch you die.

I'm stopping the fight.

You really have to work

on that motivation thing.

Keep dancing, Roy.

Keep moving.

One, two, three...

four, five, six, seven...

You're through!

Two times! Right now!

Go for the belly, Roy!

Yes!

Bring it to him!

Put him away!

Yes!

- That's it!

- Go! Kill him!

Two, three...

F***, man.

Yes!

You did it!

Excuse me!

What time did you want

to start the last fight?

There is no last fight!

There were ten! You lost! Give it up!

The bet was ten,

but your man only fought nine.

What are you talking about?

Your kid punked out. He forfeited.

A forfeit counts,

didn't you know that?

Of course it counts,

when there's a forfeit.

But, in this case, there's no forfeit

because Robby never entered the ring.

What kind

of kindergarten bullshit is this?

Is that right?

I'm afraid he's right.

Our tenth fighter is ready

whenever you are.

- Minoso Torres?

- Right.

There's no way.

The prison is in Winfield.

That's right,

which happens to be in Olivair County.

I believe you know

my old friend Warden Bates.

I said I'd be seeing you again.

Never try and hustle a hustler.

I'm sorry, Roy.

So what's the front page

on the Mexican?

Dirty as they come.

Tough as nails. Pain is some kind

of voodoo thing with him.

He cut Wolf Forrester to pieces

in a ring fight in prison.

Come on, Torres!

Flatten that boy!

Yeah!

That's it!

Get up!

He's out!

I can't believe it!

- Yes!

- I did it!

- We did it!

- I told you!

- Did I tell you?

- How did you pull that off?

- How did you get Torres in?

- I always take care of my friends!

You're something else!

Actually, I believe it goes:

"Never con a con man. "

Especially one

who's better than you are.

You beat me fair and square.

Do you mind? I just lost

this whole piece of sh*t town.

There's a picture

won'th about a word.

Come on!

Out of here!

Gym's closed.

Let's go. Everybody out.

Why are you guys so depressed?

You didn't just lose everything.

We'll get them next time.

You know what I need you to do?

- Take every armed patrolman...

- You don't need me to do nothing.

I'm not your f***ing flunky no more.

I'm out of it! It's over!

- Just lose, will you?

- It's never over until it's over!

You should have done that

a long time ago like I told you.

- When have you ever told me anything?

- Calm down, John.

Sorry to interrupt your lovers' spat.

You got a week to get out of your house.

- Actually, it's my house.

- I can give you a ride to the motel.

- We can take my new Corvette.

- The law is the law.

Who are you? Wyatt Twerp?

- You want to see the law?

- John, what are you doing?

You deserve to lose!

Brother, my hands hurt.

You want to do this?

What you did tonight...

It couldn't be done.

Now you motivate me.

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