Kid Galahad Page #8

It gets me right here, Otto.

Just can't tell you how bad I feel.

- So what do you want from me?

- A little insurance, that's all.

- Something you can handle real nice.

- Get out of here. That's out of my line.

How long have you been

handling fighters, Lew?

A long time. Too long.

Mended a lot of cuts in that time,

haven't you?

A fair share, yeah.

Don't be so modest.

You're probably the best in the country.

I've seen you work in the Garden,

St. Nick's, the Stadium.

Why, you could patch the eye

of a monkey on a swing.

- So what about it?

- This about it.

Galahad's got a jaw like a curbstone,

they tell me...

but he cuts and bleeds like anybody else.

After three rounds with Romero,

the referee will have to stop it...

as long as you're not in his corner

to patch him up.

That's your insurance, huh?

Well, let's just say it's part of my business

to see that he bleeds...

a little bit extra.

Here's $500 to help you get lost.

There'll be somebody else in Galahad's

corner, someone who'll know what to do.

Someone who'll make sure that he bleeds...

that will open the cuts,

instead of closing them.

Any bright ideas?

Yeah, I got a bright idea.

It's what you can do with this $500.

Maynard?

Lew?

We've been having a quiet,

kind of professional talk in here, Willy.

What happened, Lew?

Otto was here.

So as I wouldn't be any help to Galahad...

they busted my hands.

Otto?

We're an old established firm

that can't afford to take chances.

Who?

I was never a shy one, Willy.

Look out, Willy.

Thanks.

- You all right, Willy?

- I'm okay.

Lew.

Hey, you didn't hurt your hands, did you?

No, Lew. I didn't hurt them.

Otto! $8,700, so far.

Hey, Garfield. I'm glad I caught up with you,

I missed you at the place.

Well, It's just as well, isn't it?

Considering the way you're into me now.

This doesn't have anything to do

with horses.

- What?

- What I mean is, we can clear that up...

- when the fight's over, but right now I...

- Yeah, Willy?

Right now, I want to put a modest bundle

on Galahad, like $1,800.

- $1,800?

- First sentimental bet I ever made.

You?

Hey, wait a minute.

Oh, man.

- They hurt much, Lew?

- No more than as if seven snakes bit me.

Tie it in the back, Maynard.

- You got 10 minutes, Galahad.

- Where's Willy?

Willy's gone to bet a arm, a leg

and his social security number on Galahad.

On Galahad?

Just to let you know how we feel about it,

kid, he's got Lew's money...

and mine, and another thing...

Hey, keep a clamp on that big lip

of yours, huh?

You mean,

everybody's betting everything on me?

Look, kid, so we went for a couple of bucks.

This doesn't mean you have to carry

the world on your back.

Why, it's a credit to you, kid.

The Mayor says the whole town's gone

in hock...

Holy smokes, Maynard,

keep your big mouth shut!

- Frankly, Mr. Grogan, I almost believed you.

- Suit yourself.

I'm telling you I never did know

who came into that steam room...

and worked over Rocky Virgil.

I couldn't have testified if I wanted to.

But you will testify

to what happened last night?

After what they did to Lew,

I'll sing for you like a bluebird

when the big day comes along.

Right now, if you don't mind, Mr. Gerson...

I got Sugarboy Romero on my mind.

Willy, thanks.

All right, Sugar, knock it off.

If you get any warmer,

we'll have to step on your fuse.

This bum is fat.

He's five or six pounds overweight.

What do you mean, fat?

Shut up.

There's too much money involved for

anybody to get careless or overconfident.

Now Otto's orders to your boy

are simple enough.

If he can't belt out this Galahad

in the first couple of rounds...

he's to cut him up. Freddie will take care

of the rest, so the referee will stop it.

- Comprende?

- Is no contest.

Freddie, get going over to Galahad's room.

Go on, get going.

I don't know why I came, do you?

Because you're in love

and you're going to marry the man.

After what you told me last night,

I know why I came.

I don't know what good we can possibly do.

Well, we can root home a winner.

Mouthpiece, swabs, cotton,

smelling salts, it's all here.

- Hi.

- Hello, Lew.

Otto sent me, Willy.

To take loving care of your boy.

That's nice, it's real nice, Freddie. Thanks.

- Galahad, you're on.

- Come on, let's go.

Freddie, let's check the kit.

Joe, this guy tried to slug me.

Oh, yeah? I'll take care of him.

What's happened to Freddie?

Why isn't he in the ring with them now?

I don't know.

He was on his way five minutes ago.

You seen Marvin and Ralphie?

Are you saying we can't get out of here

on a writ of habeas corpus?

We know as much about habeas corpus

as you know about habeas corpus...

you flat-headed, flat-footed slob.

I realize that, Ralphie.

After all, you've been locked up

in the can a lot more times than me.

Yeah, yeah. But what about the phone call?

... sponsored by the Cream Valley

Chamber of Commerce.

Introducing, from Tijuana, Mexico...

weighing 181 and a half pounds,

Ramon "Sugarboy" Romero.

And in this corner, his opponent...

weighing 178 and a half pounds...

from Cream Valley New York,

our own Kid Galahad!

And the referee, Mushy Callahan,

will now give them their instructions.

You know the rules. Let's have a good

bout. Shake hands now, come out boxing.

Good luck to both you boys. Let's go.

Come on, shake it up.

Good luck, kid.

Well, what can I say?

Keep your left up.

Work some of those punches!

- This kid is human?

- I don't know.

- Glance!

- Kid, keep your right up, keep your right up.

Now, Willy, keep pressure on that cut.

You don't have to take this kind

of a beating.

Win, lose or draw, they're going to pay you.

Win, lose or draw,

you can still buy that lousy garage.

Kid, listen to me.

He's bound to start throwing left hooks

sooner or later. Now, when he does...

straighten him out with a left,

and then cross with your right. You hear?

- All right, seconds out.

- Use that right hand.

Hey, Ramon! Throw a left hook, you bum!

Six, seven, eight...

nine, ten!

Willy! Willy.

- Hello, Dolly.

- Hello, yourself.

I heard what happened last night.

Well, frankly, you clumsy clown,

I couldn't help feeling proud.

- Like old times, isn't it?

- No.

Not like old times.

That's where you're wrong, Willy.

I'll lay you 3-to-1

that we're married before midnight.

- How much did you bet, Father?

- What makes you think I bet?

Oh, Father, I eat a piece of ham

once in a while.

I make a bet once in a while.

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