Kid Galahad Page #2

A poet, yet.

Look, George,

you couldn't have driven around in back?

This is where I always stop

when I make a delivery, Mr. Grogan.

You never complained before.

I never came back from the village

like a sack of potatoes before.

What happened to the convertible?

I loaned it to an Arab.

He was on his way to a picnic,

and his camel had trouble with its valves.

When I ask a simple question, I don't expect

I should have to listen to your lousy jokes.

What's the matter with you?

I got nobody to work out with my boy

this afternoon. That's one thing the matter...

That's because you're too cheap

to pay more than $5 a round.

And your boy thinks every workout is a war.

Here he is. You wait here.

Let me speak to him first.

Thank you.

What's with the soldier?

Who asked for a parade?

Not so loud, honey, please.

He just stopped by to see you.

- Yeah? And what's his angle?

- It isn't like that.

He's just looking for a job, that's all.

I gathered from what he told me,

he's some kind of an automobile specialist.

- A mechanic.

- A what?

You heard me, a mechanic.

Now, all I want you to do

is brush him off lightly.

Okay.

Walter.

Willy, this is Walter Gulick.

- Pleased to meet you, sir.

- I explained to Walter that...

there mightn't be anything available

in his line, especially at this time of year.

That's about it, soldier.

What I mean is, well, nobody ever

called Cream Valley a little Detroit.

I understand what you mean, sir.

About the only job open around here

is a sparring partner for this man's tiger.

- Well, he's the right size, ain't he?

- Oh, lay off, Howie.

For somebody without experience...

the kid could save himself time and trouble

by stepping in front of a train.

I've had experience, Mr. Grogan.

I did a lot of boxing in the army.

Now, wait a minute.

Mercy killings aren't allowed, not even here.

Why didn't you say you wanted

to be a fighter?

Well, it's not that I want to be a fighter,

it's just...

I've had experience,

and I could use the money.

I'm only in position to pay you

$5 a round, sonny.

- I'll take it.

- That's a deal.

- Willy, you can't let him do this.

- It's no skin off me. Talk to Zimmerman.

Man, you have a visitor.

This time it ain't a bookmaker.

- What kind of visitor?

- Otto Danzig.

No, no, no. He ain't up there.

Otto's not that careless.

He's waiting for you in that new motel

down the road.

- Willy.

- Hello.

- Hello, Otto.

- Hello, Willy. Sit down.

Sit down?

Meet some friends of mine, Willy.

Associates, let's say.

Marvin and Ralphie.

They're not New York boys,

so their faces won't be familiar...

to any boxing commissioner who drops by.

They're as legal as a nice game of checkers

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