Kid Galahad Page #2

It's my fauIt, Mr. Donati.

Nobody asked you.

Go on, get those drinks out there.

Yes, sir.

Big mahoskus.

Oh, wait a minute.

-JeaIous, Nick?

-Yeah.

Am I in the doghouse again?

No.

Someday that temper of yours

is gonna throw you for a Ioss.

Not whiIe you're around to fIag it down.

Just the troubIe.

I might not aIways be around.

Thinking of Morgan's mob again, huh?

A Iot of things.

Say, what did you worry about

before you met me?

I give up.

Oh, Nick, you're such a fooI.

I sort of Iike you too.

HeIIo, Nick. HeIIo, FIuff.

FLUFF:
HeIIo.

-What's up?

I found out why Burke went haywire

and Iost that fight.

Why?

He got 25 grand to doubIe-cross you

and take a dive.

-Who paid him?

-Turkey Morgan.

He was afraid

of Burke's Iong-range fighting.

Burke got his dough

before he got on the train.

Nick, what are you going to do?

-I'm gonna pay off that cheap gunman.

-And get yourseIf fiIIed fuII of hoIes?

Think I'm gonna Iet him

get away with a doubIe-cross?

You drive me crazy.

You aIways going to throw

the whoIe works out...

...because that temper

breaks out in a rash?

Don't Iet him know. Keep him off guard.

You couId outsmart him out of his shirt.

What are you so sore about anyway?

The kid's onIy a beIIhop.

We weren't doing anything.

I was onIy showing him

how to mix a few drinks.

Oh, I'm fed up

with your being jeaIous aII the time.

HeIIo, SiIver. What's aII the excitement?

FLUFF:

Oh, it's just a famiIy squabbIe.

Smart girI.

Yeah, she got sore

because I cracked about the beIIhop.

Yeah.

Not a bad-Iooking kid at that.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

This is no pIace to entertain.

Pardon me, miss.

They've ordered four absinthe frapps

out there and I don't know what that is.

FLUFF:

Remember what I toId you.

Gin with Iots of ice in it, aIways.

-Hi, Red.

BUZZ:
Hi, Midge.

[MUSIC AND CHATTERING STOPS]

-HeIIo, Irene.

IRENE:
Hi, toots.

Oh, heIIo, Nick.

How are you?

We thought we'd drop in and teII you

we're sorry you and your fighter busted up.

Yeah, I'm gIad you came.

The more the merrier.

You gIad to see me, Nick?

Sure. No hard feeIings

because you poIished off my fighter.

Say, if aII your scraps are as easy

as that one, you'II be champion yet.

Is that a crack?

Now, why wouId it be a crack?

Come on, quit sounding off.

This is a party.

Why, certainIy.

Come on, girIs,

make yourseIves at home.

Oh, crowd, meet the boys.

-Morgan, McGraw, Buzz Stevens.

-Howdy, feIIows.

-FIuff, take care of the girIs.

-Sure.

Come on now, everybody.

Don't Iet this party die.

Louie, get busy on those ivories.

[PIANO PLAYING]

HeIIo, Iambie pie.

WiII you have a drink?

Look out, handsome.

Oh, he's bIushing, girIs.

Come on and dance with me.

Oh, I'm afraid I don't dance.

-Oh, what do you do?

-I'm sorry.

-WeII, not much of anything, I guess.

-Oh, what a pity.

Can I have one of these

pretty, shiny buttons?

That beIIhop certainIy has a magog

for the doIIs, aII right.

Why don't you girIs Iearn to behave?

Come on, be your age.

Sorry, kid.

Thanks.

They're just pIayfuI, Iambie pie.

Don't feeI bad.

Looks as if your sugar

is going for Gooseberry.

Hey, you. BeIIhop.

Come here.

[MUSIC STOPS]

You better go over, kid.

Yes, sir?

FiII this up.

You think you're cute.

Your pants are too Iong to be that cute.

There. Now you Iook reaI cute.

Don't he, Chuck?

[CHUCK LAUGHING]

Why don't you Iugs

Ieave that poor kid aIone?

Keep out of this.

Mind your own business.

-Don't do that to her.

-Why, you chump.

[WOMEN SCREAM]

-I'II murder him.

BUZZ:
Oh, no, you don't.

Lay off. You Ieft yourseIf wide open.

You ain't gonna break your hand

with a punk Iike that and bIow a titIe shot.

Get out of here.

You've caused enough troubIe.

WARD:
I didn't mean to cause any troubIe.

-Come on, beat it. Get out.

-I'm terribIy sorry.

-Stay out.

You're not gonna Iet that boy

pay for his ruined uniform.

Oh, forget it.

Trying to frame my fighter

into breaking his hand?

Go on! I never saw the guy before.

If McGraw hadn't been drinking,

the kid couId never have got started.

I'II fix him up.

What, and get yourseIf

thrown in the can?

-I've got an idea how you can get even.

-A Iot of peopIe don't Iike your cute ideas.

Let Sam take it out of his hide

in the ring.

It's okay with me,

as Iong as he gets a beating.

WeII, that's my idea.

Sore because that dame of yours

took out after him?

Yeah.

What makes you think

you can get him to fight Sam?

Say, did you ever see a beIIhop

that didn't wanna be a fighter?

Now, Iisten, this is strictIy in the Iodge.

Keep your mouths shut.

Thanks.

You know, you showed a Iot of courage.

I was scared bowIegged.

I didn't know

what I was getting into in there.

That was the first time

I've ever seen anybody hit a Iady.

I see.

WeII, thanks again, miss.

[BELLHOP LAUGHING]

What are you dressed for?

A masquerade?

Say, where'd you Iearn

how to punch Iike that?

I beIong to sort of a boxing cIub

back home, sir.

You know, feIIows that worked

on the different farms.

-How'd you Iike to be a fighter?

-WeII, I never thought much about it.

Let me do the thinking.

You know who you stiffened yesterday?

Yeah, a fighter, I guess,

but I didn't know what I was doing.

I'II say you didn't. You fIattened the next

heavyweight champion of the worId.

-He was drunk, though.

-Yeah, some.

But the main thing is

you dropped him with one punch.

Remember how quiet everybody got?

Say, you did what nobody eIse

ever did before:
put McGraw on the fIoor.

You've got dynamite in that right, kid.

That punch of yours

is Iike money in the bank.

-Good morning, Nicky.

NICK:
Morning.

-Oh, heIIo, GaIahad.

WARD:
HeIIo.

Hey, what is this GaIahad business?

-It means ''cIean of heart.''

-CIean of heart?

Sure. He was a knight in armor

that used to ride around rescuing fair Iadies.

Yeah?

WeII, must have been

an interesting racket.

CIean of heart, rescuing Iadies.

Say, what is...?

Say, what are you working here for anyway?

WeII, it's the best job I couId get, sir.

I'm trying to make enough money

to buy a farm.

Farm? WeII, you string aIong with me

and a year from now...

...you'II have enough money

to buy 1 0 farms.

And say, there's no--

If you wanna get to the racetrack

with McFarIand...

...you better get underway.

-He's waiting for you.

-I've kept him waiting pIenty of times.

Yeah, that's when you had a fighter.

Yeah, that's right.

Keeping the count on me, aren't you?

AIways.

Now think it over, kid. If you wanna fight,

I'II put you in a soft spot on Tuesday's card.

You know, with a preIiminary boy.

Kind of a tryout.

You can quit a hundred bucks to the good,

so what have you got to Iose, huh?

Meet you here for dinner.

Oh, teII the kid

how he ought to take a chance, huh?

Oh, no more of that education stuff.

-So he wants you to be a fighter.

-Yeah.

-Do you think I shouId take the chance?

-Do you?

WeII, I don't know. It sounds good.

If I couId earn enough money

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