Body and Soul Page #4

- I want him to study to be something.

- I want to be a fighter!

So fight for something, not for money!

Charlie!

That's 10 dollars!

For your boxing equipment.

You don't have to discuss this with your mother.

Thanks, Pop!

They're bombing the speak!

They got the speakeasy.

Yeah, and they got the candy store, too!

Look at the front...All smashed in!

Pop...Pop!

Don't cry, Ma.

Don't cry.

Charlie, it's cold out...Why don't you come in and get a little warm?

- Thanks, I'm waiting for somebody.

- Okay...

- It's cold outside, huh?

- Yeah.

- She didn't come yet, huh?

- No.

Maybe she won't come.

She'll come...She'll come. That's wait I'm afraid of.

It's gonna be great! She and my mother...

- Well, if you're going with a girl...

- Who's going with a girl? I won't have a dime in a hundred years.

No unemployment for him.

All right, all right...Don't rub it in.

I got troubles of my own.

You and me both.

Look through the want ads. Maybe somebody died and you can carry the corpse.

How's business, Mr. Quinn?

Always pitching, huh, punk?

Why don't you talk to Charlie?

What for?

Well, he might listen to you. He ain't got a job...nothing.

It ain't my headache...He don't want to fight.

His old lady won't let him.

That never stopped anybody, kid. You know that. Charlie just doesn't have the drive, the fighting spirit.

How about Marino?

He stinks! But he's willing, that's half the racket.

Now look, stop dreaming, kid. You'll have to make a buck some other way.

- Let me see that form, will you, friend?

- Yeah, that Four Leaf Clover's following in...

Hey Marino, you were great in your last fight!

You know Marino, don't you, Charlie?

The real mutt. Couldn't even lick my kid brother.

Now lay off of that stuff, Shorty.

- He even got knocked out last week, but he still got plenty of dough in his pockets.

- And that was the ringer.

How much do you get when you lose?

50 bucks.

50 bucks?! 50 bucks?

You hear that, Charlie?

He don't have to take his girl walking on the streets...

- Jacks.

- Queens.

- Let me see the cards.

- You don't trust me, eh?

See what I mean? And your boy don't get 50 bucks this time.

You just burned up my cigar money, Charlie.

I bet you'd be willing to pay expenses now, wouldn't you?

- You know, you're a pretty cute kid! I oughta take a sock at you!

- Charlie...Charlie!

- That's a lot of dough, Charlie.

- There's Peg! - Get my hat, will you? Peg! Oh, Peg!

She left her lipstick on you, Charlie.

Did that other girl show you her paintings?

Oh. I ran into a door...Let's take a walk around the block.

What for?

My mother's been talking like I was bringing you around for approval or something.

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