Golden Boy Page #4

to buy that divorce. This is the end.

Come on, pick up

your chin, little man.

Don't Brisbane me, Lorna.

I'm licked and I'm tired.

Find me a mousehole

to crawl in.

Do you want Bonaparte to fight?

Do I wanna see tomorrow?

Well, why don't you ask me

when you want something?

I'll make him fight.

How?

How?

Oh, leave it to me, Tom.

I'm a dame from Newark.

I know a dozen ways.

Wasn't it wonderful?

Let's go somewhere else.

Swell.

New York.

We're standing on the heads

of 7 million people.

Gee, all those cars.

Like fireflies.

It's a big city...

and little people

don't stand a chance.

What are you

thinking about?

You and Mr. Moody.

I don't think about it,

why should you?

If you were my girl,

I wouldn't think about it.

Haven't you got

a girl, Joe?

No.

Isn't there anyone you

like well enough?

Anyone?

What have you been

doing all your life?

I mean, besides

playing that violin.

I've read every page

of the Encyclopaedia Britannica.

Is that your idea of a good time?

No.

But, well, I've always

felt different.

Even my name

was special.

Bonaparte.

And playing the violin.

People used to laugh at me.

They've hurt my feelings

for years.

You could get even.

Borneo says you could

go far in the fight game.

Lorna, I want to get ahead.

I want people to know who I am, but...

You were getting to be somebody.

You could make all that

your carpet to walk on.

You mean by fighting?

I thought so too.

No, Lorna, I've tried it

and I don't like it.

I hate it.

A prizefight is an insult

to a man's soul.

And besides, it might

mean the end of my music.

I need these

for the violin.

Feel how cold

my hands are.

It's a pity you feel

that way about it.

I used to watch

you in the ring...

handling yourself

smooth as silk.

I'll make a confession.

I was proud of you.

I saw your future in

big electric lights.

It's a pity never to see

you in action again.

It used to be a thrill.

Lorna, you're not

kidding me, are you?

You're like music

to me, Lorna.

Rich, soft music that goes

on in my head and heart

for days and nights,

with a crazy tempo

that seems to beat out...

Beat out what, Joe?

Your name, Lorna.

Always "Lorna, Lorna."

Why don't you fight, Joe?

You have to be what you are.

Joe, listen. Be a fighter.

If you made your fame and fortune,

you'd be anything you want.

Do it. Bang your way

to the middleweight crown.

Buy that car. Give some girl

the things she wants.

My nature isn't fighting.

All right, then,

fiddle away.

Why get angry?

Moody sent you after me.

A decoy. Well,

you've wasted your time.

You can't talk me into fighting.

I'll make up my own mind about that.

Point two,

I'll tell you something

Moody doesn't know.

You don't love him.

What are you talking about?

And there's a lot you don't know...

Forget about me.

You're lost...

I said, forget it!

I thought you knew how

to get what you wanted.

Well, I made a mistake.

I'm going home.

I'm tired. I'll get a cab.

I'm sorry. I didn't

mean to quarrel.

Skip it.

Lorna...

I'll tell you a secret.

I don't like you.

You're too mixed-up inside.

You're wasting your time

whining that things are wrong.

I like men who reach

for a slice of fame.

I can reach.

Where did you learn that,

in the "cyclopaedia"?

What makes you think

you can do that?

- Taxi?

- Taxi!

So long.

You've got plenty of speed,

but in the wrong direction.

See you in 1960. Maybe

you'll be somebody by then.

Long before. I'll get

what I want.

I'll buy that car.

Tell your Mr. Moody I'll dazzle

the eyes out of his head.

Tell him for me, he's handling

the next world's champ.

All aboard!

See America first,

what I mean.

Fight your way from

coast to coast.

Yeah, man!

- I'd like to be on that train.

- I'd like to fly.

Stay on the ground, Duchess.

Fly? What for?

Who do you know

up there? Eagles?

Here, you don't know how to pack.

You forget your good sweater.

Thanks, Papa.

Success is the word!

Need I say more?

I'm proud of you, Joe.

Come back a champ

and bring back enough dough

to buy your sister's

boyfriend a new cab.

Yes, boys and girls,

I am looking in that

old crystal ball,

and I see strange

and wonderful events.

Yazoo!

Drunk as a horsefly.

You can't drive me to the

station in this condition.

What condition?

You're drunk, stupid.

Shut your face, foolish.

Just because I don't hold in

my nerves, she thinks I'm drunk.

If you hold in your nerves,

you get ulcers.

Come on, Joe. Get your

chapeau and let's go!

Or don't you want me to drive

you down to the station?

No.

Eh...

My cab's in the

garage anyway.

Take it with you, Joe.

You can practise sometime.

I got no room

for it, Papa.

Maybe you'd better...

return it.

Look, here's Mr. Carp

to say goodbye.

Come in, my little prince.

I wish you good luck.

Thanks.

Have a good trip, Joey.

I have to do this, Papa.

Be careful for your hands.

Give me the word, Papa.

Give me the word to go ahead.

You be careful

for your hands.

I want you to give me the word.

No!

No word! No!

- You wanna fight?!

- Okay, you gonna fight!

But I don't gonna

give no word, no.

That's how you feel?

That's how I feel.

You should've seen the reception

they gave us in Pittsburgh.

The newspaper boys were great.

Borneo, in the past six months,

you done a noble job with that boy.

Okay, Roxy.

Moody, you're the best partner I got.

May we be healthy and successful

in our brand-new suite.

We're in the money now!

You said it.

We're in the money now!

Hi, ho, the merry-o...

Tom. Tom, I forgot to tell you.

Fuseli phoned you before.

Eddie Fuseli? What does that gunman

want with me?

A chance to talk turkey

to you about Joe.

Well, if he calls again,

tell him nothing doing.

Yeah?

I'm looking for Joe Bonaparte.

I'm his brother-in-law.

Well, hello. I'm Lorna Moon.

Oh, Joe's told me all about you.

This is Mr. Moody.

What can we do for you?

And Mr. Lewis.

For me? You can do nothing.

I'm sore. I'm here

against my better instinct.

Where's Joe?

We're expecting him.

- Have a drink.

- Thanks.

Look, could I have a minute

of your valuable time?

I got my cab outside

and I can't wait.

Sure.

Come on over here.

What's up?

Joe brought this dough

for my father-in-law when he got back,

but the old man was out.

When he saw it, he said he didn't

want it, no part of it.

Six hundred bucks,

enough to choke a horse,

and he treats it like

so much alfalfa.

Why?

Listen, I got a father-in-law,

nothing is nice to him but slicing

philosophical salami across the table.

Now, he's worried about this boxing

enterprise Joe got into.

Personally, I can't see

what's so terrible.

A boy gets in the higher brackets.

What's the worry?

That's too bad.

I'll give Joe the money.

I think he's marvellous.

I really do...

Hello, Eddie.

Nice of you to drop in.

Have a drink, Eddie.

There's too much

of a crowd.

It makes me depressed.

I wanna talk business with you.

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