They Made Me a Criminal Page #8

IN HIS TRUCK,

AND HE SAID THAT THE DOCTOR SAID

THAT IF JACK WAS ANY HEALTHIER,

HE COULDN'T LIVE.

HERE HE COMES.

COME ON.

TAKE YOUR PLACES.

Peggy:
SURPRISE.

Spit:
GO ON.

SIT DOWN.

NOW?

YEAH.

OK.

QUIET!

CHAMP, ON BEHALF

OF THE GANG AND MYSELF,

AND GRANDMA AND PEGGY,

WE TAKE THIS OCCASION

ON THE EVE OF THE BIG FIGH TO PRESENT YOU WITH THIS

LITTLE TOKEN OF OUR ESTEEM.

HERE.

SPEECH!

SPEECH, CHAMP.

LOOK. I'M SORRY

YOU DID THIS.

YOU SEE,

I CAN'T FIGHT.

THE DOC TURNED ME DOWN.

THERE'S SOMETHING THE MATTER

WITH MY TICKER.

COME ON, BOYS.

COME ON.

COME ON. COME ON.

COME ON.

WHAT'S THE MATTER

WITH EVERYBODY?

THEY KNOW:

YOU'RE LYING, JACK.

WHO, ME?

YOU PASSED THA MEDICAL EXAMINATION.

LISTEN, PEGGY. I TOLD YOU.

THE DOCTOR SAID THAT...

CY KIMBALL WAS HERE AND

TOLD US WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID.

ALL RIGHT.

SO I'M YELLOW.

YOU'RE NOT THAT,

EITHER.

I'M A LIAR,

AND I LOST MY NERVE.

LET IT GO AT THAT.

JACK, TELL ME

SOMETHING, WILL YOU?

WE'RE YOU LYING TO ME WHEN

YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME?

NO. NO.

WELL, WHAT'S THA GOT TO DO WITH IT?

EVERYTHING:

BECAUSE WHEN YOU

LOVE SOMEONE,

YOU DON' LIE TO THEM.

YOU DON'T HOLD

ANYTHING BACK.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

ABOUT? HOLD WHAT BACK?

LISTEN.

LISTEN TO ME, JACK.

I LOVE YOU, TOO,

AND I KNOW:

YOU'RE NOT A QUITTER.

THERE'S

SOMETHING ELSE.

YEAH.

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.

THERE'S

SOMETHING ELSE.

SOMETHING ELSE:

TURNED UP.

I HEARD ABOUT A SWELL JOB,

SEE, AND I WAS GONNA...

EH, WASN'T IT MY IDEA

ABOUT THE FIGHT?

WELL, I CHANGED

MY MIND, SEE?

THE GUY IS TOO BIG.

HE'S TOO TOUGH.

I'M NO SUCKER, SEE?

WHY SHOULD I GE MY HEAD KNOCKED OFF

WHEN I CAN GET THE DOUGH SOME OTHER WAY?

THAT'S ALL

THERE IS TO IT.

LEAVE ME ALONE,

CAN'T YOU?

JACK.

WILL YOU:

LEAVE ME ALONE?

HE TOOK ONE LOOK AT THA STUMBLEBUM HE'S SUPPOSED TO FIGHT,

AND HE GAVE UP,

THAT'S ALL.

HE LOST HIS NERVE.

Angel:
YEAH. THEY GE THAT WAY SOMETIMES.

Dippy:
NOT IF THEY

GOT WHAT IT TAKES.

NO MOXIE.

NO MOXIE.

Spit:
BOY,

IS THAT GUY CHICKEN.

SHUT UP.

JACK AIN'T AFRAID

OF NOBODY, SEE?

OH, NO.

JACK AIN'T AFRAID.

NOT MUCH, HE AIN'T.

SHUT UP!

OH, LEAVE

THE KID ALONE.

SURE,

HE'S AFRAID.

QUIT LIKE:

A YELLOW DOG.

WHAT A SLUG, BLAMING IT ON HIS TICKER.

JACK.

GOING AWAY, JACK?

WHY?

OH, NOTHING.

IF YOU ARE, WELL...

WHAT I SAID ABOUT GOING

WITH YOU STILL GOES.

FORGET IT, KID.

NOBODY GOES WITH ME.

WELL, I JUST THOUGH THAT MAYBE...

I DON'T NEED NOBODY.

I...

I TRAVEL ALONE.

YEAH.

YEAH, SURE, JACK.

IT DON'T MAKE

NO DIFFERENCE TO ME

WHAT THE KIDS:

AND THE WOMEN SAY.

I KNOW YOU AIN' AFRAID OF THAT GUY.

NO, I AIN' AFRAID OF HIM.

YOU AIN'T AFRAID OF

ANYBODY. I KNOW THAT.

SHUT UP.

STOP TALKING ABOUT IT.

DON'T GE EXCITED, JACK.

WHAT I WANTED:

TO SAY WAS:

THAT IF YOU:

MADE UP YOUR MIND...

YEAH.

I MADE UP MY MIND.

YOU MUST HAVE:

YOUR REASONS.

SURE, I GO MY REASONS.

I SUPPOSE THAT'S OK,

IF THAT'S HOW YOU

FEEL ABOUT IT.

WHAT I'M TRYING TO TELL

YOU IS THAT I'M WITH YOU

IF YOU WANT TO TAKE ME.

EH, WHO'S

GOING AWAY?

YOU AIN'T GOING?

I'M GONNA

STAY RIGHT HERE.

YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

IT WAS A RIB.

IT WAS A RIB. I KNEW

IT WAS ALL THE TIME.

BOY, WAIT TILL

I TELL THE GUYS.

ATTABOY. YOU TELL THEM. TELL THEM ALL!

WHAT DO YOU SAY, FATHER?

SUPPOSE THAT DICK DIDN' SEE NO SOUTHPAW IN THE RING.

HE WOULDN'T BE SO SURE

IT WAS JOHNNIE BRADFIELD,

WOULD HE?

HAVE YOUR TICKETS

READY.

HE'S GO THE TICKETS.

I'M WITH HIM.

TICKETS.

TICKETS.

TICK...

TICKETS.

HEY! THERE'S

ONLY TWO HERE.

WHERE'S THE OTHERS

FOR THEM?

WHO'S THEM?

THERE'S ONLY TWO OF ME.

1, 2. 1, 2. 1, 2.

THAT'S ALL.

JIM, WATCH THAT GATE.

SURE.

OVER THERE.

THAT'S WHERE...

GOOD SEATS OVER THERE.

HEY, YOU FELLAS!

Angel:
HEY, WHAT'S

EATING YOU, MISTER?

YOU AIN' GOT NO TICKET.

HEY, WHO AIN' GOT A TICKET?

WHAT'S THAT, WOOD?

COMING THROUGH.

HEY, FELLAS.

HEY, ARE THESE

THE GUYS I'M GONNA FIGHT?

YEAH. SHAKE HANDS

WITH THE BOYS.

HE DON' SHAKE HANDS.

HE'LL SHOW THEM PLENTY

OF HANDS IN THE RING.

HEY, COME HERE, YOU.

LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS.

ALL RIGHT.

SAY, WAI A MINUTE.

WE AIN' IN THE RING YET.

HE'S ONLY KIDDING.

COME HERE.

COME OVER HERE. WHAT'S

THE MATTER? YOU SCARED?

NOPE.

I'M NOT AFRAID

OF ANYBODY.

ATTABOY.

HEY, TAKE IT EASY,

WILL YOU?

HE'S ONLY KIDDING. HE'S

JUST A BIG BABY, THAT'S ALL.

HEY, YOU. COME HERE.

WHAT'S YOUR WEIGHT?

153?

GET YOUR SMEARY:

HANDS OFF ME.

I KNOW THAT RACKET.

OH, YOU'RE

A FIGHTER, EH?

I'M NO FIGHTER.

WHAT DID YOU COME UP

HERE TO FIGHT ME FOR?

I SEEN YOUR PICTURE

IN THE PAPER,

AND I COULDN'T WAI TO GET YOU ALONE.

OH, YEAH?

GO AWAY.

COME HERE. CUT IT OUT. WHAT'S

THE MATTER WITH YOU GUYS?

I'LL TAKE HIM FIRST.

GO ON. GET HIM

OUT OF HERE.

ARE YOU CRAZY?

NOW THAT GUY WILL CUT YOU

TO PIECES IN ONE ROUND.

THAT'S WHA YOU THINK.

BOO! BOO! BOO!

WHAT A STUMBLEBUM!

ALL SET.

THEY'RE READY.

SWELL.

NOT YOU, KID.

HE CHANGED HIS MIND.

COME ON, KALUTCHEE.

HURRY UP. THEY'RE WAITING ON YOU.

I CATCH ON. HE TRYING TO GET MY GOAT.

SOFTEN HIM UP:

FOR ME, KID.

COME ON, LYNCH. WE'RE

GONNA NEED YOU UP THERE.

HE'S MAKING ME

WAIT, TOO.

SURE.

HE'S AFRAID OF YOU.

THINK SO? REALLY?

SURE.

I'LL BOX

HIS EARS OFF.

COME ON.

SIT DOWN, WILL YOU?

RELAX.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

YOU WORRIED:

ABOUT THE WIFE?

I'LL STAY IN THERE TILL I

GET THAT HOSPITAL BILL PAID,

OR I'LL... GO ON. SIT DOWN, WILL YOU?

BUCK UP. BUCK UP.

WONDER HOW KALUTCHEE

IS DOING.

WE'LL FIND OU PRETTY SOON.

WELL, THE BULL AIN' AFRAID OF FELLAS LIKE HIM.

HE AIN'T AFRAID

OF HITTERS.

HE'S AFRAID

OF BOXERS.

SURE.

DON'T LET HIM

WORRY YOU, KID.

OH, HE AIN' WORRYING ME.

WHAT'S THAT?

MUST BE KALUTCHEE.

THINK SO?

SURE.

SEE? SEE?

THAT'S WHAT HE GETS

FOR COMING IN.

HE SHOULD STAY:

AWAY FROM HIM.

THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO,

UNLESS YOU TAKE HIM FIRST, EH?

YOU WANT TO LET HIM

COME INTO YOU, EH?

BOX HIM. BOX HIM.

SPEAR HIM.

SPEAR HIM GOING AWAY.

THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA

DO... BOX HIS EARS OFF,

UNLESS YOU:

TAKE HIM FIRST.

NEXT COMING UP.

LISTEN.

WHERE KALUTCHEE?

JUST TOOK HIM AWAY.

ALL:

BUSTED UP.

YOU SEE? YOU SEE?

THAT'S WHAT HE GETS

FOR COMING IN.

YEAH, YEAH. I KNOW.

OK. OK. LET'S GO.

NO, NOT YOU, KID.

HE WANTS SMITH.

WHO, ME?

STILL TRYING:

TO GET MY GOAT, EH?

ALL SET, KID?

WELL, YEAH, BUT,

WELL, NO.

I'VE ONLY GO ONE HAND BANDAGED.

OK. WE'LL TAPE THE

OTHER ONE IN THE RING.

COME ON.

WELL, YOU'RE ALL RIGH NOW, AREN'T YOU, DORNEY?

ARE YOU TURNING CHICKEN?

ME? I'LL BOX

HIS EARS OFF.

HIS EARS ARE UPSTAIRS. COME ON.

Johnnie:

GOOD LUCK, KID.

RIGHT TO THE JAW,

A LEFT TO THE FACE.

BOY, IS HE A KILLER.

IS HE MURDEROUS.

THE BULL LANDS A TERRIFIC RIGH TO SMITH'S JAW, AND SMITH IS DOWN.

YOU CAN FORGIVE SMITH IF HE STAYS

DOWN BECAUSE THIS IS DOWNRIGHT MURDER.

SMITH'S FACE IS RED PULP,

RED, RED, PULP.

8, 9, 10!

AND SMITH IS OUT.

PHEW. AM I GLAD THAT'S OVER.

NOW, THE NEXT FIGHTER

TO MEET THE BULL

IS JACK DORNEY.

HEY! THERE HE IS!

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