Kid Galahad Page #6

- Now, wait a minute.

- I don't expect to wait.

The thing for us to do right now

is get straightened out.

You're here for one reason,

to train for a fight...

and you'll take your orders from me.

One of those orders is:

Keep away from Rose.

I'm sorry you feel that way, Willy.

I think Rose is old enough

to make a decision for herself.

Is she?

So the two of you can sneak off

in that red tin can...

looking for any cabbage patch

the two of you can find?

You've got a dirty mind, Willy.

We were cutting up real wild tonight.

First of all,

we went to Henry's Hamburger Haven...

we held hands on top of the table

for an hour and a half. Is that so bad, huh?

Don't get cute with me, you punk.

- After that we went to Prohosko's.

- Prohosko's?

Did you bother getting out of the car?

You have got a dirty mind.

The important thing for you to know, Willy,

is we decided to get married in September.

Married?

You decided to get married?

We decided, Willy. We.

It's a two-party arrangement, you know.

You've been sniffing

too many gasoline fumes, Galahad.

My sister's not marrying any meatball.

Is that plain enough?

Don't call me a meatball, Willy. I don't like it.

I got plans for what I intend to do,

and it's not stopping punches with my head.

So you wind up a grease monkey

in some broken-down garage.

That's for my sister?

I'm supposed to roll out the champagne?

Roll out the champagne or stale beer.

I don't care what you roll out, that's left

up to you. The rest depends on Rose.

Nobody asked you to come here.

All you had were your empty pockets...

- and a shine on the seat of your pants.

- Don't push me, Willy.

I'm a grease monkey

that won't slide so easily.

How long you think it's taken me

to find out the score up here?

This is a business, Willy.

Feeding yourself from the blood and sweat

of these "meatballs," as you call them?

Is that the smart way, Willy?

With two hoodlums riding you so close...

you can't even scratch

without a written permission?

Running back and forth to a bookie joint

like a scared kid late for school.

- Shut up.

- No, that's not for me, Willy.

If I spill anybody's blood after Labor Day,

it'll be my own.

- One reason, I'm not frightened by work.

- Shut up, I said.

You can't yell loud enough

to make me shut up.

And I'll tell you what I think

of the fight game. I think it stinks.

And when I get out of it what I want,

I'm quitting. I'm through.

No, I'm not marrying Rose

because she's your sister, Willy...

but in spite of it.

I'm waiting, Willy. I'm waiting.

Stop it.

- What's the matter with you, anyway?

- What's the matter with me?

This cream-headed clown wants to marry

my sister. That's what's the matter with me.

At least he's not asking her to hang

around for three or four years, Willy.

Well, Willy?

Look, Marvin, I may be annoyed at this boy,

like I say.

I may have had a real bellyful of all

that's sweet and beautiful about him, but...

I told you.

Galahad's opponent

will be Sugarboy Romero.

How do you know that? Jerry Bathgate's

handling it for the Chamber of Commerce.

Jerry's had his instructions.

He doesn't dare blow his nose

two nostrils at a time...

- unless Otto gives him the word.

- Come off it.

If these two guys were handcuffed together,

Galahad couldn't hit Romero...

with a six-quart bucket of beans.

Then you know about the Sugarboy, huh?

Why wouldn't I know about him?

I saw him out on the coast last year, once

in Los Angeles, another time in Tijuana.

He was handled by his uncle, or somebody.

He's no longer handled by his uncle.

Look...

nobody's trying to hurt your boy,

or kill a golden goose.

All Otto wants is a nice payday

for Sugarboy.

And the chance to cover all the bets the

local sports will want to make on Galahad.

- Now that makes sense, doesn't it?

- Yeah...

- for Otto.

- Otto?

What, are you putting me on, or something?

You're in hock up to your eyebrows

with six bookmakers I can name.

Horses won't pay off for you

the way this thing will.

You put your end of your purse on Romero.

It's your only chance to get even.

Look, Willy,

like it or not, Otto has adopted you.

You're one of the family.

Use the left hook.

That's it. Left, then right.

Hold it. Come over here a minute.

Give me some right crosses.

Just cross your right over here.

Just hold the left there, then the right ones.

Good.

- That's all for today, kid.

- I only went a couple rounds.

Don't worry about it. If you get any sharper,

you're liable to punch yourself in the leg.

Go ahead. Take a shower.

Don't cool it. Run.

Nice going, kid.

I bet you worked up a big appetite.

I've got a steak for you like a...

"Memories of Atlantic City."

Oh, love in bloom again.

Now get out.

Who asked you to come in here

while I was dressing, anyway?

- When did this start?

- Right now.

Why don't you throw something else?

It'll make you feel better.

- I'm all out of cheap souvenirs.

- Look, Dolly...

Never mind, the "look, Dolly."

I've had three years of "look, Dolly,"

and I get more allergic to it every day.

So that's why all of a sudden

you're going back to work for Lieberman?

Just leave well enough alone.

- Get away from me.

- You don't mean it, angel.

This is one song and dance

we will not go into.

- Come on, now.

- Willy, put your hands back in your pockets.

This is no time for your usual shell game.

I've had it too many times.

You know, three years...

Three years ago, when I quit Lieberman's...

we were gonna turn

this miserable cauliflower patch...

into something we'd be proud of.

Be fair. I'm only trying to get on my feet.

You've been on and off your feet

like Humpty Dumpty for three long years.

Come on, will you stop giving me

the same needle.

We were going to turn this place

into another Lieberman's. Remember?

With the added touch

of your sweet Irish charm.

- Yeah.

- But I'll tell you what this place is...

if you must know.

This is Lieberman's.

After the garbage hit the fan.

So I missed the boat a couple of times.

Does that mean it's too late now?

A thousand horse races too late.

All the times you conned me...

so many times we could've papered

this barn with losing tickets.

You don't just throw away

three years like this, angel.

- You don't, huh?

- No.

Well, let me tell you something.

It's already thrown away.

A little sweat and honest effort...

would have been worth

all the speeches and the promises.

And if you haven't had it by now, I have.

Well, a little something I overlooked.

Tijuana, Mexico.

I was your fiance.

Pardon the expression.

Girl in cabin six.

So much for Tijuana.

That's where we first saw Sugarboy Romero.

That's right.

One look at Sugarboy and you can see

why Mexico only needs a small army.

- Very funny.

- Willy...

Willy, I know you're not fond of marriage...

for any member of your family,

but last night...

Last night, when I needed you,

you let me down like a rock.

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