Gladiator Page #3

...I could win big money

playing cards and...

...pay the hospital bills.

And I'm sorry to bring you

into all this.

But you know...

...if we hadn't wound up in this dump,

maybe I would've never woken up.

I'm awake now.

I'm not drinking,

and I'm not gambling, and...

...I'm not feeling sorry for myself.

And I got this job.

These guys will get paid.

They're gonna get their money.

Sharkey? John Riley.

If you ever bother my kid again,

I'll kill you.

Yeah, I don't care. I mean it!

You will get your

goddamn cash, Sharkey.

I'll see you soon.

You take care.

Where are you going?

I'm supposed to fight.

Tommy Riley.

Why don't you come with me?

Let's go, kid.

Hey, kid.

- I thought you were a no-show.

- I'm on time.

Sure you're on time.

It's not you, it's me.

I think everybody's a no-show

until they show.

This is your corner man.

Your all-around man.

- How you doing?

- Hi. Try these.

What are these, 6-ounce gloves?

- Are these even legal?

- Legal?

I gotta tell you, kid.

It ain't "mairzy doats

and dozy doats" out there.

It's war.

You fight Black Death like

the Marquis of Queensbury, and...

...you'll be carried out

in a body bag.

But, hey. Good luck!

What's your name?

They call me Noah.

Only I ain't got no damn ark.

And I ain't even got a rowboat.

All I got is a broken nose

and a bunch of recollections.

- You got recollections, boy?

- Yeah. Some.

You young yet. They accumulate.

Believe me.

You grow up South Side?

No. Bridgeport.

Bridgeport?

You're moving in the wrong direction.

It's just temporary.

I got another boy to look to.

I'll be back to get you.

You on the circuit now?

No. Just tonight.

- Mind if I join you?

- Not at all.

Say, don't you know nothing?

Circulate that blood, man.

Gotta tap dance before

you tap dance...

...if you know what I mean.

- I'm just trying to get my bearings.

- Move with me man.

You go in cold,

you gonna come out cold too.

Name's Essadro.

Romano Essadro.

Tommy Riley.

You Irish?

Yeah, so?

Ain't no accusation. It's

just a whatchamacallit...

...ethnicity.

Like me. I'm Cuban, but I ain't

never seen the island paradise.

Who you fighting, anyways?

Some guy named Black Death.

You been fighting somewheres else?

Not a lot.

Listen. You stay clear of his

right hand, you hear?

Come here. Come on.

Put your left hand up.

Circle right. Good.

Circle right. Circle right.

Good. That's it.

- What time is it?

- It's time to get paid!

Hammer-time, brother!

Sh*t, man, I could've had you.

Hit your f***ing head off!

Okay, Bridgeport.

You're up.

Good luck, man.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our fourth bout of the evening!

We have a newcomer to the arena.

Tommy Riley.

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