They Made Me a Criminal Page #2

WELL, GIVE ME

SOME MORE.

I WANT MUSIC.

COME ON. CHEER UP, DOC.

YOU'RE MY MANAGER,

AIN'T YOU?

WE WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP,

DIDN'T WE?

WE WERE RIGH UP THERE ON THE MONEY.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE

A LOT OF DAMES.

YEAH. HERE.

NOW I'VE GO SOMETHING.

COME ON. COME ON. GET UP. LET'S DANCE.

COME ON. GET UP.

I WANT TO FINISH

THIS DRINK.

YOU DON'T HAVE

TO FINISH THAT.

COME ON. LET'S DANCE, DANCE, DANCE.

WILL YOU PUT THA DOWN? YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH.

NOW COME ON. DANCE.

OH, DON'T!

OH, JOHNNIE, NO!

HA HA!

HA HA HA!

7, 8, 9, 10.

I KNOCKED OU JOHNNIE BRADFIELD!

AW, WHO IS THAT?

MAYBE IT'S BUDGIE.

I TOLD HER TO COME UP.

AW, WHAT DID YOU

WANT TO DO THAT FOR?

DON'T BE THAT WAY, BABY.

SHE'S NOT GONNA STAY.

WELL, DARLING,

HERE WE ARE.

SO GOOD YOU:

COULD COME.

THIS IS MY FRIEND

CHARLIE MAGEE.

HELLO. COME ON IN. I WAN YOU TO MEET EVERYBODY.

THIS IS DOC WARD.

DOC, THIS IS BUDGIE

MASSEY AND MR. MAGEE.

HIYA, DOC.

AND THAT IS JOHNNIE.

JOHNNIE! OH, JOHNNIE,

AM I CRAZY TO MEET YOU, EH?

DID YOU HEAR ME YELLING

FOR YOU TONIGHT?

I ALMOST BROKE UP

THE JOINT,

DIDN'T I,

CHARLIE, HUH?

YOU CERTAINLY DID.

JOHNNIE,

IS THAT FOR ME?

WELL, IT'S

STRAIGHT RYE.

OH, I CAN TAKE IT.

I TOLD YOU:

I COULD TAKE IT, SEE?

HEY, WHY DON'T GIRLS

BE PRIZEFIGHTERS?

ANYONE AROUND HERE

WANT TO FIGHT, HUH?

HEY, JOHNNIE.

JOHNNIE, HEY.

YOU WANT TO FIGH WITH ME?

HEY, JOHNNIE,

COME ON.

SHOW ME:

HOW TO FIGHT.

COME ON. LOOK A THAT LEFT OF MINE.

PRETTY GOOD, HUH?

PRETTY GOOD, HUH?

HOW ABOUT YOU?

BUDGIE, WHY

DON'T YOU RELAX?

AW, SHUT UP.

HEY, COME ON.

HIT ME CHAMP.

I'M WIDE OPEN.

HA HA HA!

OW!

WILL YOU:

CUT IT OUT?

OOH, THE CHAMP

CAN'T TAKE IT.

PIPE DOWN,

WILL YOU, BUDGIE?

YOU'LL WAKE

MR. BRADFIELD'S MOTHER.

SHE'S A SOUND

SLEEPER.

SURE. SHE'S

A SHLOUND SHLEEPER.

SHE'S A SHLEEP

SHLOUNDER.

WHY DON'T YOU

GO HOME?

OH, JOHNNIE, DON'T BE LIKE THAT.

BUDGIE WAS ONLY KIDDING,

WEREN'T YOU, HONEY?

WELL, I DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF KIDDING.

SHE'S

SLUG NUTTY.

LISTEN. YOU CANT TALK

THAT WAY TO MY FRIENDS.

FRIENDS,

NOTHING.

NOBODY HAS GO ANY FRIENDS.

COME ON, HONEY.

GIVE ME:

ANOTHER DRINK.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,

"NOBODY HAS GOT FRIENDS"?

AIN'T I

YOUR FRIEND?

YEAH,

YOU'RE MY FRIEND.

FOR 50%, YOU'RE

MY FRIEND.

THAT AIN'T RIGHT.

YEAH. YOU'RE MY FRIEND

NOW BECAUSE I'M UP,

BUT YOU AIN' FOOLING ME.

YOU'D TAKE MY ROLL,

MY WATCH, AND MY GIRL

IF YOU THOUGHT YOU

COULD GET AWAY WITH IT.

IF YOU WERE SOBER, YOU

WOULDN'T TALK LIKE THAT.

EH, GO ON.

IT'S A SUCKER'S GAME.

YOU MEAN,

THE FIGHT RACKET?

I MEAN,

BREATHING, LIVING.

NOBODY DOES ANYTHING UNLESS

THERE'S SOMETHING IN IT.

IF YOU DO,

YOU'RE A SUCKER.

EXCEP YOUR MOTHER, HUH?

HA HA HA!

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