Body and Soul

From Hollywood, the Screen Director's Playhouse, the The gladiators, the heroes, the fighters, the contender Jackie Marlow and the champ Charlie Davis.

Charlie Davis, if you've ever watched the prize fight you've watched Charlie. His body reddening under the leather shock, the split lip of the crimson wealth, the eyes tired, tired. This is the body of Charlie Davis, defending champion of the universe. You know Charlie, But his soul, the soul of the gladiator, that you don't know.

That the crowd never knows. Take it Sam, take it in. He's getting in. Get him, stop. Drop him. Two time. Here it is, Tim. Tim, you gotta get up. Gotta fight. They saw me out.

Down the drain. Over years from the beginning. The amateurs. And Shorty. Shorty. That's the butter. That's the butter. Ah, here you are.

Some fight, huh, Shorty? You see me cool? Wham, I'm not gonna. So you KO and Amity Stumblebummer at Club Stag. That makes you a champion? Oh, we're getting the free dinner out of it, ain't we?

I'm doing all right. Yeah, you're doing fine. You love living with your ma and an east side cheese box. You love not having a job. You love the depression. Oh, yeah, you're doing great. I'm sorry.

Rockefeller won't lend me no money. Oh, you're a fighter, Charlie. You can be a great pro fighter. Well, going on you with my ma. She don't understand, Charlie. He hates fighting, Strawdys. You don't want me to fight pro.

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