**chintzy piano music plays.... Old Mick from the gym sits with a drink**

**Agness polishes a glass**  "Hey, Mick, why the long face?"

"Ah, it's that bum Rocky - that Kangaroo guy with the mirror sparring, you know 'im.  Hadda t'row 'im outta the gym again... pickin' fights in the street and down the bars...I reckon he's collectin' fer that Fat Frankie or Lefty again..."

"You sure?  Seems a nice kid..."

"Ah - he's workin' on bein' a bum - got girlie pictures o' that Lia thomas on the wall an' stuff...."

"You don't reckon he's gone queer, do you?"

"I hope not - we hadda preliminary lined up fer 'im next week.... but you know we don't train or support no gangster's muscle boys.... he coulda been a contender an' all... instead he makes my gym look bad.... beatin' up town folks fer them loan sharks.... we're finished."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah - looks that way.... gimme a refill.... an' a whiskey ta go wit' it..."