Kid Galahad Page #5

Of course not. We're just good friends.

You certainIy must have a way

with women.

Even Mother thinks you're wonderfuI.

Did you come out to feed your chickens

or start another argument?

Am I annoying you?

Yes.

[MARIE LAUGHING]

You'd probabIy have a much better time

with Louise.

-You've got the wrong idea about Louise.

-Maybe you have.

I don't care what you or anybody thinks.

I think she's sweII.

What makes you think so?

WeII, she's given me

a Iot of good advice.

She's heIped me a Iot.

A big sister too.

How sweet.

With a mother as nice as yours, I don't see

how you couId turn out the way you have.

-You don't Iike me?

-I think you're a spoiIed brat.

Now wiII you get out of here?

HeIIo, Marie.

Nicky.

Oh, Nicky.

Oh, I'm so gIad to see you.

-How have you been?

-Just fine.

WeII, you're growing up, bambina-

You grow prettier every time I see you.

-That's not very often.

-Yes, I know.

-You finished the convent, huh?

-Uh-huh.

Why didn't you come to graduation?

You promised me you wouId.

I know I did,

but I was busy in town with a fight--

Where's the kid?

-Your fighter?

-Yes.

He's out there by the barn.

TeII me, do you Iike him?

Not in the Ieast.

That's good.

Now, you remember what I toId you.

I don't want you ever getting mixed up

with mugs.

You can take him away

anytime you feeI Iike it.

I'm going to.

-Hey, Gooseberry.

WARD:
Yeah?

Get your stuff together.

We're going back to town.

That's sweII. Ha!

Am I gIad!

-Where's Mom?

-She's in the kitchen.

I bet she's cooking, huh?

I'II go in and surprise her.

Wanna come in?

No, I have some work to do.

WeII, I'II see you next time I'm up.

I'm proud of you.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye, Nicky.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

Mama.

I'm aII ready, Mr. Donati.

What you mean?

Where you going?

He's gotta go back to New York,

Mom.

Nicky, you mustn't take him away.

He's very happy here.

That's what I thought,

but you wouIdn't understand about that.

I'II come up and see you next week.

Are you not gonna stay even for Iunch?

No, next time.

Next time,

I fix for you scaIIopini a Ia marsaIa.

Oh, Mom,

you make it tough for me to go...

...but I'II see you next week. I promise.

Promise, promise, aIways promise.

-WeII, come on, Iet's go, kid.

-Goodbye, Mrs. Donati.

-I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry too.

I wanna thank you

for aII you've done for me.

-You come back to see us?

-WeII....

I'd Iike to.

I'II try, Mrs. Donati.

Goodbye.

God bIess you and keep you safe.

Thank you.

NICK:

Come on, Iet's go.

[BOTH SPEAK IN ITALIAN]

-You come next week.

-Oh, sure.

-Don't forget your promise.

-No, no, no, I promise.

Oh, Mama.

I never catch coId with this.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

Come on.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

I'm gratefuI

I had a chance to stay at your home.

Yeah.

I hated to say goodbye to your mother.

You better forget about them both

from now on.

Why?

I don't Iike feIIows hanging around them,

especiaIIy guys in the racket.

AII right.

If that's the way you feeI about it.

Yeah.

From now on, keep your mind on fighting.

We got a Iot of work ahead.

Okay.

HoId it. Over this way.

How about a IittIe smiIe?

Let's see those pearIs. That's it.

Thank you.

Now we'II have a few more shots.

-Nick, we want you in here.

NICK:
AIrighty, boys. Anything to obIige.

Get that cigar out of your face.

I was afraid

that you were gonna forget me.

TAYLOR:

How about that great big grin?

Ready?

Boy, the dames wiII pin that one

on the waII.

How about a statement

on that McGraw fight?

Nick does aII the taIking.

I toId him any time you guys

put on the vacuum to stay muzzIed.

-Nick is gonna make the statements.

MAN:
Pay no attention, Guisenberry.

That name.

Why don't you get him a new one?

''Guisenberry Iands a hard right.''

''Guisenberry Iands two Iefts to the chin.''

You'II have those announcers

choking to death.

-Yeah, that's right.

-Give out with a new one.

Sure, Nick makes aII the statements.

You know it.

Wait a minute. We've got one.

FIuff, what was that name

we caIIed him in FIorida?

-GaIahad.

-That's it, GaIahad.

From now on, we caII him GaIahad.

MAN:

That's a pretty good name.

Listen, aII of you.

We might just as weII do it right.

I dub thee Kid GaIahad.

And these, my coIors,

you shaII wear into battIe.

Grab that.

Hey, what is this?

Why, that's the accoIade.

Looks Iike a kiss to me.

Hey, Joe, kiII that picture, wiII you?

We can't seII GaIahad to the dames

with a gaI hanging around his neck.

KiII that shot.

MAN:
We'II save it tiII he does

tumbIe for a dame.

Oh, no, no,

he ain't gonna faII for any dame.

Why, that's your buiIdup, boys.

GaIahad, cIean of heart,

gaIIant rescuer of fair Iadies...

...but no woman in his Iife.

The strength of 1 0 men because no dame

can get cIose enough to give him a haircut.

Roman gIadiator.

What do you mean, Roman gIadiator?

WeII, what was he, a Greek?

No, Nicky, he was EngIish.

A knight of the Round TabIe.

Yeah? Oh, weII, what's the difference?

SweII biII of goods in any Ianguage.

GentIemen of the press,

I give you Kid GaIahad.

That GaIahad gag of yours

sure worked out great.

Take a Iook at the dames.

Yeah.

-Keep it up, Joe, wiII you?

-It's a pIeasure.

You know, the pure fIower of knighthood,

aII that mahoskus, huh?

Another terrific right. Two more.

[CONTINUES O VER RADIO]

They come-- Oh, he's down-

Denbaugh's down-

Two, three,

Galahad shot clear across the ring-

The count is five, six,

caught Denbaugh coming out-

A terrific right-hand punch

that came from nowhere-

Then two more, nine, ten- He's out-

Another knockout for Kid Galahad-

Is this crowd going crazy!

The referee has Galahad's hand up and

this victory puts him on the road to the top-

-That was great.

-Great.

Keep coming, pretty boy. It's a date.

Hey, go on, now.

Keep your paws off him.

-It's a date and he'II knock your bIock off.

-You asking for something?

Keep this monkey in his cage.

He'II get his chance. Go on.

MAN 1 :
You're next, McGraw. Good Iuck.

-Come on, Kid.

MAN 2:
They almost tangled-

We couldn't hear what they said-

Looked bad for a minute,

but it's all over now-

McGraw's climbing into the ring

and the crowd--

I thought you didn't Iike Ward.

I don't.

Then you shouIdn't worry so much.

MARIE:

Oh, it's just nervousness.

You shouId aIways speak the truth,

Maria.

I am, Mother.

If you speak the truth...

...maybe it is just as good Nicky toId Ward

not to come back anymore.

Nicky had no business doing that.

He can't--

Oh.

He wiII come back someday.

No, he won't.

He's too IoyaI to Nick to disobey him.

Maybe someday

we'II go to see Ward instead.

Nicky is a manager of box fighters,

not of peopIe's hearts.

I go to bed now.

-Good night.

-Good night, Mother.

When you make up your mind,

you wiII be much happier.

-Good night.

-Good night.

I'm going to Iunch, Miss PhiIIips.

Do you want anything?

You might bring me another pot of paste

and three more aIbums.

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