City for Conquest Page #2

I come down here for a little exercise

and you try to pull me into a fight.

Danny, 100 bucks. A hundred.

And I can handle your corner.

Better handle that truck back to the garage.

- Look, Danny...

- Stop hopping me up, you ringworm.

Danny, you can knock most of

these guys around here cold.

- Why would I do that?

- A hundred bucks, Danny.

Lemonade, chocolate! Five cents! Five cents!

Get out of here. Get out of

here. Get out of here. Five cents!

Going into the third round, Primo

Carnera, world's heavyweight champion...

... and challenger Maxie Baer.

California jabs with his left. One, two.

Now a right hook. Carnera

staggers. He's going down.

- Looks like it's in the bag for Maxie.

- That's the cold packs for that big baloney.

His share of the gate tonight is

estimated at a minimum of $ 100,000 cash.

You hear that, Danny, $

100,000. That's for one fight.

What are you crying about now?

I won't be a truck driver's assistant forever.

I got ambitions. I'm gonna be somebody.

Baer stabs two to the jaw,

a hard right to the heart.

Carnera tries to hold on,

a desperately groggy champ.

I got four bits bet and I'm gonna collect.

He's my boy. I don't care

what you think of him.

He's all right, and I still have

3-1 to bet on Jess Willard to win.

Hey, Danny, there's Peggy.

- Hello, Peg.

- Hello, Danny.

I'll walk you over, huh?

- Don't you want to listen?

- I heard enough.

- Where you been, dancing again?

- Learned a lot of new steps today.

You'll wear yourself out if

you keep dancing without supper.

- I'd much rather dance than eat any day.

- I know that.

Boy, was it crowded tonight on the subway.

Talk about sardines. They got it easy.

At least they're floating in olive oil.

Look, Peggy, I'm making 27.50 a week now.

This time next year, we could be all set...

Always whispering, you two.

Carrying on. Sneaking in the hallway.

I won't stand for it, Danny Kenny.

We're a respectable family, we are.

If you wanna marry my Peggy,

you come into the parlor.

- Who's talking about marrying, Ma?

- Don't give me that sass.

My daughter talking to me

like that after all I've done.

Mrs. Nash, we're just sitting

here talking like always.

Talking. Whispering behind my back.

Afraid I'll hear you in the parlor.

There is no parlor. Just a kitchen and

a bedroom, if you wanna call them that.

What's the use? See you later, Danny.

Come on in, Ma, and please stop worrying.

I swore my daughter would

never go through what I did.

Skimping and saving, penny by penny, and

losing it all and starving ever since.

All right, Sydney, that'll be all. Practice

those scales an hour a day at least.

Here's a dollar. Mama said you

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