Golden Boy Page #5

Alone.

Borneo, take the gang down to

the corner, will you,

and buy them

a round of drinks.

Sure, Tom.

All right, come on, folks.

- See you later, Roxy.

- Bye, Tom.

- See you later, Tom.

- Bye, Roxy.

- Goodbye, Eddie.

- Bye.

How do you like our new place?

It's a cheap office.

Cheap? What are you talking?

It's Oriental luxury.

You, there, with the sense

of humour, get out.

Hey, don't give me

any of that double talk.

- Take it easy, Siggie.

- Hey.

Meet Eddie Fuseli.

Fuseli?

Hi, Eddie.

So long, folks.

Well, the place is empty.

What's on your mind besides trouble?

You got this

certain boy, Bonaparte.

I like his looks. American-born?

Right from here.

He appeals to me.

What's your opinion

of this boy?

Possibilities.

Could he get on top?

Well, I can't see that far ahead.

I don't read palms.

Could I buy a piece?

- No.

- Could I?

No!

I like a good fighter.

- This your girl?

- I'm my mother's girl.

Ha-ha.

That's a hot one.

Pretty flowers.

You like them? Somebody, we don't

know who, sent them to us.

I like them. I sent them.

I always send flowers.

You think this

is something?

You should see

what I sent Nick Polley.

He... He's dead,

ain't he?

To return to our

previous discussion,

I like to buy a piece

of that boy.

He's not for sale.

In fact, I had a visitation

from above.

An angel came down

and said,

"Let there be unity

in the ownership."

I had a visit too.

I was in a bar...

and the same angel came

down and ate a pretzel.

And he says, " Eddie Fuseli,

I like you to buy a piece."

But I can't make any

guarantee about the boy.

How do you mean it, Tom?

I don't know what he'll do

in the next six months.

Eddie, it's like flapjacks,

up and down.

You don't know which side next.

Ha-ha. That's a good one.

You ought to be on the radio.

It's a fact, Eddie.

We got enough

headaches already. He...

He's got a father who sits on

the kid's head like a bird's nest.

You know what I mean, Eddie.

Take your hand off.

Where is everybody?

Let the boy decide.

Joe, this is Eddie Fuseli.

Oh, I've heard of you.

He's a man around town.

With good connections.

Wants to buy a piece of you.

I'll tell him myself.

I'm Italian too.

Italian-born, but

an American citizen.

I like to buy a piece of you.

I don't care for no profit.

I could turn it back to...

You could have my share.

But I like a good fighter.

I like a good boy who

could win the crown.

It's up to you, Joe,

if he buys in.

Some managers can't

give you what you need.

Don't say that, Eddie.

Some managers can't.

I'll think about it.

Meet me tomorrow for

lunch at my hotel.

You give me your

answer then.

Okay by you, Mr. Lewis?

Frankly, it's okay with me, but don't

think it'll all be honey and cream.

The boy's a problem to handle,

he's an excitable character,

with responsibilities,

like I told you before.

There's a trick you

don't know, Roxy.

When a bird sits on your head and

interferes with the championship,

you shoot him off.

All kinds of birds.

You'd be surprised how fast

they fall on the ground.

Which is my intention

in this syndicate.

You're not going to lunch

with him tomorrow.

No? Why not?

Because I say so!

Another thing. I don't want you

flying around in that car of yours.

Talking to me?

Yes, you!

You gonna tell me what

to do and who to see?

You're not letting Fuseli in!

I'll do as I please.

No one tells me

what to do.

Will you listen to me?

The nerve of that kid

talking to me that way.

How do you like that for gratitude? He

leaves us standing here in our brevities.

What makes you think

you're worthy of gratitude?

You don't know how

to talk to that boy.

Lorna, we're in a

bad spot with Joe.

He's getting hard to

handle, just when things

are going good for us.

Now that gunman wants to muscle in.

You gotta help me.

- How?

- Go after the boy.

You can keep him away from Fuseli.

I still ask, how?

Oh, you know how.

Now you're talking.

You mean the way

I see it on his face?

For crying out loud,

what are you talking about?

You expect me...?

Where do you come off

to make a remark like that?

I think I'll go grab myself

a 12-cylinder lunch.

You're not mad?

No.

I'm not a bad guy, Lorna.

All right, I'm crude.

Sometimes I'm worried,

and I'm crude.

But we both want that sun

to come up and shine on us...

don't we?

Yeah.

That sounds like the

girl I used to know.

I see what you mean.

You're not mad?

No.

I'm not mad.

I'm glad you're still here.

I'm waiting for my car.

I forgot to tell you. Siggie

was here before you came.

He brought this.

Your father sent it back.

Haven't you seen him yet?

I guess I'd better

run right over.

Thanks, Lorna.

Say, this is the first good look

I've had at you in a long time.

You haven't changed.

Maybe I have.

Joe, there are a lot of things

I wanted to tell you

while we were on the road.

But, well, you acted as if

I were poison ivy.

Once someone told me to go out

and find fame and fortune.

It's been taking up all my time.

What do you think

of your pupil?

Joe, where are you going now?

Home.

Why don't you come along.

May I?

I'd like to.

Papa, what's the matter with you,

all alone here in the dark?

I'll go.

Papa, look who's here!

- Joey! Joey!

- Hello, Anna.

Hello, Joe.

- Papa.

- Joe?

Joe!

Papa, you remember

Miss Moon, don't you?

- Hello, Miss Moon.

- Glad to see you again, Mr. Bonaparte.

- And this is Anna.

- How do, Miss Moon?

Hello.

I came down here the day I got back.

You weren't in. I didn't get a chance...

That's all right. That's all right.

Anna, Joe will stay for dinner tonight.

Sure!

And Miss Moon too.

You're gonna stay, please.

I'd like to, very much.

Anna, big company tonight!

Yeah!

Sit down, Papa.

Sit down. I wanna look at you.

Let me see. Let me see.

Yeah, that's my father.

Why did you return the money?

I'm glad to see you, Joe.

It was such a long time.

Don't think I'm not hurt, Papa.

My money's yours.

I want you to take it.

We talk about it

some other time.

Okay, my mistake.

Here, Anna, give it to Siggie.

Let him buy that cab.

That'll make him happy.

Oh, gee! Thanks, Joe!

Oh, that's wonderful!

But now Siggie won't have

anything to be sore about.

How are things

around here?

You tell me. You happy?

Happy?

Sure.

You tell me, Miss Moon.

He's enjoy life? He's happy?

Well, I guess he is. I guess

he's got what he wants.

I'm glad.

You both say so, I'm glad.

Well, Anna, go ask

Mr. Carp for dinner too.

Sure!

It's gonna be a big

celebration, huh?

- Have an apple.

- No, thanks. I couldn't.

I've never eaten so much in my life.

You no eat enough.

My friends!

And I mean you

too, Bonaparte.

First, I wanna take this occasion

to thank Joe for his contribution

to the oppressed end

of the family, that's me.

And when I buy this new cab, I'm

gonna take you all for a ride.

Free of charge. And now,

from the bottom of my heart,

I wish you all a very

happy New Year.

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