Golden Boy Page #8

What do you think

I am, a machine?

Maybe I'm lonely. Maybe I...

What do you wanna do?

Walk in a parade?

Get the money and

you won't be so lonely.

I want some personal life.

I give Bonaparte a good personal life.

I got loyalty to his cause.

You use me like a gun.

Your loyalty's to keep me

oiled and polished.

Before I stepped in,

Bonaparte was a rookie

with a two-pant suit.

I got him important

bouts in the Garden,

and now, after five months,he fights

the contender for the crown.

He walks down

the street respected.

They how their heads off when Bonaparte

steps in the ring, and I done it for him.

There are other things.

There's no other things.

Don't think so much.

It could make you very sick.

You owe me a lot.

I don't like you to forget.

You better be on your toes

when you step in that ring.

Your loyalty makes me shiver.

Take the shirts.

I don't care. I told you I don't wanna see

anybody before the fight. It makes me...

Hello, Papa.

Hello, Joe.

What are you doing here?

I come to see you fight.

Hey, sweetheart,

how about giving

me a chance to...?

Shut up, I'm not

talking to you.

Hello, Joe.

I dropped in to tell you

a piece of good news. For me.

I just got rid of you completely.

My bandages

don't feel right.

You know, I'm indebted to you.

Your pal Fuseli just

paid me plenty for my share.

Skip it. You picked

the wrong time.

Pepper White.

Ready, Pepper White.

Now I got one wish:

For the Chocolate Drop

to give you a shellacking.

I wanna see you hanging on the ropes

with your eyes popping out of your head.

You gotta be taught a lesson. Tonight.

I said, skip it, Tom.

That's no way to talk to

him before the fight.

Borneo is right. I gotta protect my

interest. Ten percent is 10 percent.

Get them out of here.

Get them out of here!

Don't disappoint me, Joe.

When you hit the canvas tonight,

hit it with a loud bang.

Yeah, do it for me too,

honeybunch.

If you bounce out of the ring,

your old man can catch you.

Hey, Joe,

save your heat.

What's the matter?

Cowboys and Indians?

Out.

I paid you off.

If I see you here again,

I'll know you don't feel like living.

Who is this?

That's my father.

I bought Moody out.

I heard.

I'm worried about

your mental condition.

Too much company.

I'll take care of myself.

I'll do it.

I don't want visitors.

I don't want anyone around here.

Borneo, I put 200 bucks

on Bonaparte's nose for you.

It's my appreciation to you.

Tell me if you want something.

Nothing.

Forget that Miss Moon.

Go out there and kill the Drop.

Send him to the cemetery.

Tear his skull off,

as I know Bonaparte can do it.

I bet a lot of money

on you tonight.

You're a smart boy.

You mustn't lose.

How is Anna, Papa?

Fine.

And Siggie?

He's watching the fight.

You look fine.

Feel good.

Why did you come here?

You sit there like my conscience.

Papa, I have to fight.

No matter what you think.

This is my profession.

Yes, I understand.

Go out and watch

the fights.

Please. I...

I... I go.

Now I know.

It's too late for music,

and now I see.

I give you the word to fight.

I sorry for you.

You'd better leave now,

Mr. Bonaparte.

I hope you win

every fight, Joe.

Lay down, Joe. There's

a minute left to tune you up.

I never worried less

about a boy in my life.

You're a real sweetheart.

You're getting good, boy.

I seen it happen before.

It seems to happen suddenly,

and a fighter gets good.

He gets easy and graceful.

Learns how to save himself.

No energy wasted.

He slips and he slides.

He travels with the punch.

Oh, sure.

I like the way you're

shaping up.

What was you saying

about the Chocolate's trick?

He needs a straight punch.

Now I'm alone.

They're all against me.

Moody, Fuseli and her.

I'll show them all.

Bonaparte, ready. Bonaparte, ready.

Nobody, nothing stands in my way.

Hey, Joe.

Joe. Hey, Joe. Look at me.

Joe Bonaparte,

you're wonderful!

Don't he look great

up there, Pop, huh?

Ladies and gentlemen.

Main bout of the evening.

Fifteen rounds between the contender

for the middleweight crown,

the Pride of Harlem

at 160 pounds,

the Chocolate Drop.

In this corner,

that popular young idol,

New York's favourite son,

at 157 pounds, Joe Bonaparte.

I'd like to see him

cut to ribbons.

Something he's needed a long time.

Why don't you quit, Tom.

Go on, Joe. Knock

his block off. Yazoo!

Hey, take it easy.

Take it easy.

That's my brother-in-law.

Which one?

The one with...

Referee, Larry Brown.

Come on, Joe.

Come on, Joe.

Let him have it, Joe.

Isn't it horrible?

My dear, it makes me quite ill.

Really?

Would you rather leave, darling?

What? And miss the rest of it?

Get up!

Joe's gonna win.

No, I don't wanna see.

Who's winning?

What's a difference who's win?

It's terrible to see.

Keep your hands up,

do you hear?

Take a deep breath.

One more, now.

Cigarette?

All right, Joe.

Come on. Go!

Get around there. Hook him!

Yeah. Yeah, come on. Get him.

Four...

One,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six, seven,

eight, nine, out.

My darling boy.

My dearest darling boy!

How do you like it? Eddie!

He knocks him out in two rounds.

Oh, yeah, a real sweetheart.

The monarch of the masses.

The way he fouled you twice.

I called him on it.

Believe me.

You won the right

for a crack at the title.

I wonder what Moody's saying now.

Take it easy.

What's the matter? Broke?

Yeah, it's broke.

No wonder it's broke.

Darling, how you gave it to him.

Not to my enemies.

A left hook and a right cross.

With no trimmings

or apologies.

Who's got Bonaparte's glove?

Here. Why?

What's the matter, Drisc?

Chocolate's a sick boy.

What?

What happened?

It looks like the Pride

of Harlem is out for good.

Hey, take it easy.

What do you mean?

Just what I said. Out.

Your hands are clean.

You didn't foul him.

You're a clean fighter.

If something happened,

it's an accident.

That's right. There's nothing

to worry about.

That's right.

Gee...

You... You murdered

my fighter.

He's dead, you killed him.

Just a minute...

He's dead.

Chocolate's dead.

We're very sorry.

Pull yourself together.

You ought to be strung up for it!

Get out of here.

He should, I tell you.

Get out, before I slug

your teeth apart!

Eddie, don't hit him.

Let him alone.

Come on, get out of here.

Get him out of here,

Roxy. Come on.

Papa, please go home.

I'll be all right.

Go home, please.

Come on, Joe. Get

into your clothes.

Those boys are too late. They better send

for the coroner instead.

Yeah, that's too bad.

What's happened?

Haven't you heard? Bonaparte killed

the Chocolate Drop in the fight.

What?

Joe killed the Chocolate?

Come on, Lorna. Come on.

Oh, Tom. I've got to see him.

What for?

I've got to see him.

But they're waiting for us

at the Paradise Club.

Think how he feels. Think

what he's going through.

What do you care

what he's going through?

I do care, Tom. I couldn't

leave him alone now.

You like that boy, don't you?

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