The Harder They Fall Page #2

- Nick says we go tonight.

- Who's the broad?

- My wife.

- What's the matter with you?

- We've wasted enough time.

You go when we go.

You're the press agent.

- I'll fly tomorrow. I haven't packed.

- You'll buy all you need on the coast.

This is your advance and your ticket.

Be at the airport at 10:00. Come on.

Who are those charming characters?

The board of directors.

Nick Benko's boxing club. The boys.

- A press agent for fighters?

- It pays 1000 a month and expenses.

- Why do you have to go to California?

- They wanna build up this fighter.

- He needs a buildup?

- Big one. He's a freak.

Strong as a bull

but green as a cucumber.

You could lick him.

I don't like thinking of you

as a fighter's press agent.

It's sad.

You sell a fighter or you sell soap.

It's all selling.

I guess so, but I think you're capable

of something more important.

Well, a little of this and a lot of this

will make you change your mind.

When we meet the press,

they'll ask questions.

Tell him to let me give all

the answers, that clear?

- No, no. Speak English.

- Yes, mister.

- You see, he understands.

- Do you?

Frankly, no. Everything

is going so fast that I cannot think.

But I trust you.

Just leave everything to me and

we'll come out smelling like a rose.

I do only like you say.

You are my friend.

I'll try to be.

Good. Now we are all friends.

I like.

I hope you freeloaders are enjoying

your drinks and the dollar cigars.

Been here for six weeks,

nobody's seen your boy train.

I looked up Toro in the book.

There's no record of him.

Knocked out 38 guys in a row,

none of them went over three rounds.

- Believe that, I'll tell you another.

- Who discovered him, Eddie?

I'll let his compadre answer that.

This is Seor Agrandi.

Seores, I'm so happy to be

with you lovely people...

...and to tell you all about El Toro,

who is like my own son.

- Where'd you find Toro?

- I have small circus in my country.

We went to Santa Maria,

a little village on the Andes.

There, my strong man challenge all

the villagers with the boxing gloves.

El Toro put the gloves on,

and two minutes later, finish.

El Toro is now my new strong man.

- But can he box?

- He's no Gene Tunney.

- Can he punch?

- Not like Dempsey.

What's he got beside being big?

An iron jaw and a cast-iron stomach.

No man can hurt him.

- Why did he become a boxer?

- Why?

His family were stonecutters.

He never wore shoes till he was 19.

I guess he got tired of

walking around barefoot.

- How far do you think he'll go?

- All the way.

We leave for the fight in 20 minutes.

Drink up, there's more on the bus.

- Hi, Art.

- Hello, Graham. How are you?

How are these guys treating you?

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