Far and Away Page #5

l mean, besides tough

and handsome as the devil?

Well, he's extremely moody.

Ah. l believe that.

Full of spit, isn't he?

And passion?

No. Not really, no.

He's fairly dull.

Dull? Well, l don't know

what sort of men you're used to...

but he's anything but dull.

And the build on him-

Me and the girls got swollen eyes

from gawking at his bum.

Yes, well, good-bye, Grace.

- Would you tell him l-

- Nice to meet you.

- l just want to tell him-

- Good night, Grace.

- That was Grace.

- So she said.

She dances in the burly-cue.

Yes, well, never mind her now.

Just lay there.

No, no.

Joseph, lie still. Lie still.

Look in my boot down there.

- Four dollars.

- l won it.

That's more than plucking chickens

in a month.

l'll have my horse and buggy money

before the winter comes...

and it won't be

from plucking chickens.

There are other ways

to get to Oklahoma, Joseph.

You should have heard them,

Shannon...

cheering me on.

lt was grand.

So grand.

Toe the line, gentlemen!

Too slow!

You come to the body.

You come to the face.

And you move out of the way. When he's

coming around, you get out of the way.

They just stand there.

Look at them.

Come on!

Come on, now!

- Well, hello there, Joseph.

- Hello, Cara.

All done up like a gentleman.

- l hardly recognize him.

- How do you do, ladies?

He's a handsome catch,

that Joseph Donelly is.

lf he can keep his knuckles up all

night, imagine what his willy can do.

Shoes. Secondhand shoes, madam.

Would you look at that!

Oh, look at the sleeves

all billowed out.

lt's from Paris, France,

it says.

So beautiful and modern.

Excuse me.

Well, excuse me.

Even her poodle's

putting on airs.

Look, Shannon.

There's your famous brother.

Good grief.

He's bought himself another hat.

- See you tomorrow.

- Bye, Olive.

- Hello, Shannon.

- Hello, Joseph.

Well, what do you think?

Do you like it?

Like my hat?

No, not at all.

l'll get some other opinions.

- Do you like my hat?

- lt's a fine hat.

- And a fine fight last night.

- Glad you enjoyed it, Connor.

So l left her there,

pulling up her knickers.

Hold on a second.

Here he comes.

Aye, there's my boy,

looking fit and dandy.

- How are you, scrapper?

- Never better, Mike.

- Hello, lads.

- Mr. Bourke would like a word with you.

Joseph Donelly, still undefeated.

- He's a rascal of a holy terror.

- That he is.

That's a long-legged piece

of strawberry tart.

- Mind your mouth, Mr. Bourke.

- You don't talk to Mr. Bourke that way.

Let it go, Kelly.

This is business,

and the boy's our stock in trade.

Now listen to me, lad.

There's a man l want you to box.

He's a goddamn ltalian,

and l want you to spill his blood.

l'll box and l'll win.

But you boys don't own me,

Mr. Bourke.

l box for myself, alone.

What do you think you're doing,

pissing against the wind?

D'Arcy Bourke is a powerful man

in Boston, whose connections l need.

l'm not gonna kiss the back of his

trousers just 'cause the rest of you do.

You like your suit?

Well, do you?

You like having a roof over your head?

l'm your bread and butter, lad.

Cross me, and you're nothing-

nothing but an ignorant mick.

You do what you're told

or l'll throw you out on the street...

and every door you'll knock on

will be slammed in your face.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Good.

lt's gonna be a grand fight,

Mr. Bourke.

Good. That's what l like to hear.

l'm drunk, Joseph!

How can you be drunk?

You just left my sight.

She's working her way

through a jigger of rye.

When l finish it, l may or may not

have another one.

Well, Shannon,

you came to America to be modern.

l'm glad everything's working out.

- You have changed, Mr. Donelly.

- lmproved, you mean.

No. Changed.

Look at all those silly hats.

You'll never get to Oklahoma.

You've spent all your money.

At the rate l'm going,

they'll bring the land to me.

You have turned into a snob.

Excuse me, drunkard.

- Hello, Grace.

- Hello, Joseph.

Will l be seeing you

in church tomorrow morn?

Sounds divine and holy, Grace.

We can share a pew, me and you.

- Toodle-oo.

- Same to you.

She's got an awfully large chest

to be going to church.

Shannon, all chests are equal

in the eyes of the Lord.

She goes into the confession box,

she'll never come out, the little tramp.

Grace isn't a tramp.

She's a dancer in the burly-cue.

That isn't dancing.

That's kicking her knickers up.

l suspect if you asked her to,

she'd kick her knickers off.

- Well, maybe she would.

- Has she?

Let me see.

l'm trying to remember.

Well, think hard, if there's

any brain left in your head.

Look at you. They're making a fool

of you, the ward boss and his friends.

- They respect me.

- They do not. They don't respect you.

- Enough.

- You're money in their pockets...

- and nothing more, Joseph.

- l said, that's enough, Shannon.

You let them pickle you

like a piece of pork.

- They're just using you.

- l said that's enough out of you!

No! Put me down!

Tell me-

Tell me you like my hat.

You're not wearing a hat.

- Say it. Say you like my hat.

- You're not wearing a hat.

Say it!

Why can't you say it, Shannon?

Why can't you say you like my hat?

Why can't you say you like my suit?

l've earned it.

l've done well.

Don't touch me, Joseph.

Why don't you go fondle that slut

with the runaway tits?

lf she isn't stuffing her face

with pie.

You're jealous of me.

l make more money than you,

and you're jealous.

l can make money as fast as you can.

Just watch me, scrapper!

Why don't you shag her

and get it over with?

She's my sister.

And l'm your mother.

Every time your gentleman leaves,

l want you to tidy your room.

- Molly.

- l don't want to say that again.

- Mike Kelly's looking for you.

- Where's Shannon?

- Tonight's the fight- the big fight.

- She didn't come home from work.

- The club is crawling with Eye-ties.

- Have you seen her?

- No, l haven't.

- She's there. Shannon is there.

Where?

- Show 'em how it's done, lad.

- There's the lad!

Joseph, for lreland!

Dago pigs! You're all the same!

We're gonna wipe up the floor

with you!

Shannon, stop this!

- Where is your dignity woman?

- You mind your business, Joseph.

You get your brains smashed in

every night. What's the difference?

- There's a world of difference.

- Come on, Donelly.

These Eye-ties

are tearing the place apart.

- Forget it.

- Get in there and box.

- l've got $100 bet on you tonight.

- Kiss it good-bye, Mr. Bourke.

l'll make it 200 and l'll

split the winnings with you.

Two hundred dollars, Joseph!

- What?

- Did you not hear me?

l said l'll split the winnings

with you.

- No!

- Joseph.

- Take it.

- Take it?

- l thought you didn't want me to fight.

- But it's so much money.

You've boxed for nickels before.

This is a fortune!

l'll match that offer.

Don't let your stubborn pride

get in the way.

You'll have it-

You'll have Oklahoma.

You'll never have to fight

for them again.

This'll get us out of here.

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