Prison Shadows (1936)

[bunniefuu]

[BOXING BELL]

-Come on, kid.

Let that right go.

REFEREE: One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven--

-There you go.

There you go!

Use that right!

REFEREE: One, two,

three, four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, out.

-You all right, Bud?

-Ah, I guess so.

Boy when you sock

'em, they stay socked.

[WHISTLE]

[WHISTLE]

DAVE: All right,

get down here, boy.

-Hey, that's rubbing,

not drinking.

-I just found that out.

-Now listen, kid.

If I'm going to be

your trainer, you've

got to do what I tell you, see?

-Well I do, don't I?

-Didn't you hear me yell to

you to open up with your right?

-Aw, Dave, you know.

-Yeah, I know.

Afraid you'll k*ll

somebody again, huh?

Listen, You ain't that tough.

-I wouldn't be in here with a

manslaughter charge against me

if it wasn't for what

happened to Sweeny.

-If you'd only hit

him during the fight

instead of after the bell.

-Well, I had no

choice in the matter.

He didn't like the decision,

he rushed across the ring,

and I had to defend myself.

-Yeah, I know.

There was something screwy

about that fight though.

Nobody will ever make me

believe he died from that punch.

-Maybe you're right.

But every time I get set

to throw a finishing punch,

I see Sweeny's face, and--

well, I just can't let it go.

-Listen, you're being

paroled tomorrow.

I'm getting out next week.

We've got a future before

us, plenty of dough,

if you'll only let loose

when you get in the ring.

GENE: I'll do my best, Dave.

-With my brains and

your right, we'll

carve our names

in a private niche

in the elusive hall of fame.

GENE: What?

-I read it in a book once.

[INAUDIBLE]

GENE: Maybe you'd better

read another book.

-I will sometime,

when I'm not so busy.

-You know, that George Miller

turned out to be a good friend.

-Yeah.

-If it hadn't been for

his promise of employment,

we never would have

gotten our parole.

You know that, don't you?

-Yeah, I guess you're right.

He reminded me of another

boxing promoter I used to know.

Say, I'll bet you're thinking

of a gal named Claire.

-I bet you're right.

She's promised to meet

me the day I get out.

-Yeah, they all do.

-I was pretty much of a

fool to arrange his pardon

if you're still so

interested in him.

-But I've told you time

after time, George,

I was never serious with Gene.

He's a nice boy, but I

much prefer a promoter.

-It will make it

decidedly inconvenient

if he's still

infatuated with you.

-Now don't you worry about that.

I can take care

of him all right.

-If it's true, perhaps you'd

better meet him tomorrow.

-Nonsense.

I'm not going up there.

He knows my memory's bad.

And I just forgot the date.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Come in.

Oh, it's you, Harris.

-Yes, sir.

This is one time I can

tell my host the truth,

and say that I

sincerely hope I will

never come back here again.

-I can understand that.

And if I ever see

you again, Harris,

I hope it won't be here.

-Thank you, sir.

-Goodbye and good luck.

-Thank you again for everything.

-Oh, Baby, how are you?

Hey, take it easy, take it easy.

I'm not used to

all this affection.

Aw, you're a sweet pup.

You'll never know how

much I've missed you.

You know, I was really expecting

another girl to meet me.

Hey, how'd you get here?

Mary!

So you're the one responsible

for Babe being here.

-Yes.

-That was nice of you.

-I'm glad to see

you looking so well.

-Thanks.

You've made me very happy.

-That makes me happy.

I didn't know if you'd remember

me after three long years.

-Why, how could I forget you?

-I've looked forward to

this day for a long time.

-So have I.

-Looking for someone?

-Yes.

I sort of expected another

friend to meet me here.

What's the matter, Babe?

Hungry?

-I could eat something, too.

-I'd like a little food

myself, if you know of a place

where they serve something

besides stew and beef.

-I know the nicest

little tearoom.

And they serve

homemade doughnuts.

-Doughnuts?

Why, you've remembered

my weakness.

Did you hear that, Babe?

Doughnuts.

Come on, we're going

doughnut hunting.

Still working for Miller?

-Yes.

-How does it happen

you have the day off?

-My grandmother was very ill.

-Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

-But you look like you'll

pull through all right.

-I look like-- Oh, oh, I see.

A little steak, Baby?

That a girl.

Miller certainly proved

himself a good friend of mine.

If it hadn't been

for him, I never

would have gotten out on parole.

-Don't forget, you were

one of the best box

office attractions he ever had.

-I've worked very hard

to show Mr. Miller I

appreciate everything

he's done for me.

-Gene?

-Yes?

-I was just thinking

how nice it would

be if you'd get out

of the fight racket.

-Not a chance.

It's the only

thing I know, Mary.

You mind?

-Not if you don't splash.

-I won't.

That's a fine thing.

-I'm afraid you're not

very proficient in the art

of dunking.

-Well, I'm a little

bit out of practice.

If it hadn't been

for that bad knuckle,

I might have made

the Olympic team.

-Just an amateur, eh?

Let me give you a little

professional coaching.

-Well, go right

ahead, professor.

-Now, particularly

note the little finger.

-The little finger?

-It has to get the

necessary balance.

-Oh, I see.

-Then, you take it between your

first and your third finger,

thus.

-Thus.

-And note the elbow.

Never do that.

-No?

-Down.

Much more graceful line.

-Mm hmm.

-Then you place it over the cup,

so as to get the proper aim.

GENE: Oh-- Oh, I see, professor.

Would you mind showing me

that little trick again?

I'm not a very apt pupil.

-I could drown, and

you wouldn't care.

-Oh, now that isn't true.

Here, I'll help you now.

I wouldn't use so much sugar

in my coffee if I were you.

-Why not?

-You might get

granulated eyelids.

[DOG BARKING]

-See?

Even Babe didn't like that one.

-I have something

Babe will like.

Here you are, Babe.

Oh.

Babe likes a little

finger with her doughnut.

-Serves you right.

-You know, you're a swell kid.

-Glad to hear you

say that, mister,

because I kind of like you, too.

How does it feel

to be free again?

-Great.

And being on parole

has its disadvantages.

Particularly since

one can't marry.

-I didn't know you

contemplated marriage.

-It's all I've been thinking

about for the last three years.

You can imagine

my disappointment

when she wasn't there

to meet me today.

-Who wasn't there?

-Why, Claire.

Claire Thomas.

You remember her.

-Yes.

Yes.

Well, of course.

I had no idea you felt

that way about her.

-She's a swell person.

Even if her memory

isn't so good.

I ought to go see Miller.

Feel like going back to work?

-Sure.

-Let's go.

-I didn't expect you back

today, Miss Comstock.

-My plans have changed.

Miss Babbins, this

is Mr. Harris.

-I'm very glad to

know you, Mr. Harris.

-Thank you.

-Oh, and I present Henry.

-How do you do?

-Are you Kid Harris?

-That's right.

-Say, I'd sure

like to see you use

that right on a

couple of guys I know.

-Is Mr. Miller in?

-Yes.

But he's busy.

-Who's with him?

-Claire Thomas.

-Claire Thomas?

Oh, excuse me.

Uh oh.

You'd better stay

out here, Babe.

I wouldn't want

you to get jealous.

That a girl.

Stay there.

Hi there.

-Hello, Gene.

-Well, greetings.

Gee, it's good to see you.

-What, no kiss?

-Well, I don't like to make

a public demonstration.

Gene, Gene, please.

-I expected you to

meet me up there.

-Well, you see, I--

-We didn't expect

you until tomorrow.

I asked Claire to

come over so we

could plan a rousing welcome.

-Then that accounts

for your neglect of me.

-Yes, yes, of course.

-Come on, Babe.

I know exactly how you feel.

-Well, my boy, your

vacation is over.

-Suits me, Mr. Miller.

I'm ready to go back to work.

-I suppose it will

take some time for you

to get back into condition, eh?

-Not at all.

While I was on my

vacation, I worked out

during my spare time.

I had a couple of fights, too.

-How'd you do, kid?

-Fairly well.

Dave kept me in

pretty good shape.

But his only complaint was that

I couldn't do any road work.

MILLER: [LAUGHTER]

-This Dave must be a

very amusing character.

-He is.

I met him when I

went up to see Gene.

He's got a world of

experience in the fight game,

and we can always

use a good man.

He'll be out next week.

I arranged his parole, too.

And due to the fact that he

looked after my interests,

I'm going to let

him work with Gene.

-Take advantage of

all this hot copy

in Gene's publicity buildup.

Well, I think I'll be going.

After all, you gentlemen

have many things to discuss.

-No, there isn't anything

we can talk about right now.

Dave will be out shortly, and

Gene will go into training.

And from that time on, he's

going to be a pretty busy boy.

-Then there's nothing to

prevent me taking you home.

-Why, of course not, Gene.

-I want to thank you

sincerely, Mr. Miller,

for everything

you've done for me.

MILLER: I was glad to do it.

-Well, so long.

-Hope to see you soon, Claire.

-Huh, did you Miss me, Babe?

-Oh, that's the same mutt

you used to have, isn't it?

-Yes.

Come along.

-No, I don't think we'd better

take the dog along, had we?

-Well, all right.

Anything you say.

Do me a favor, will you?

-Yes, what is it?

-Take Babe to Mrs.

Durkin's, and tell her

I'll be home right after dinner.

And you tell her, if she doesn't

treat me like a long-lost son,

I'm going to scare me

up another landlady.

-Yes, Mr. Harris.

-Thanks.

-Oh, come along, Gene.

-Thanks, kid.

-Don't mention it.

-Well, does that

guy Harris rate.

He's here 10 minutes, and

walks off with the boss's gal.

-He's welcome to her.

-Haven't you anything else to

do but discuss Miss Thomas?

[BUZZER]

-I'll take care of

it, Miss Babbins.

Yes, Mr. Miller?

-Oh, it's you.

Is your grandmother better?

-About the same, sir.

I did everything I could.

-I heartily hope she improves.

-Thank you.

-Now, I want you to call

up all the newspapers.

Contact the sporting

editors, and tell them

that Harris is again going

to fight under my management.

-Yes, sir.

-Say, while you're at

it, tell the feature

writers he's back, too.

Gene's hot copy.

A major news story.

Convict returns to the

scene of his crime.

-You really want the

papers to print that?

-Why not?

It's good publicity.

We'll commercialize on

what happened to Sweeney,

and everybody and his

uncle will want to see

that pile-driving

right of Gene's.

From now on, he'll be

known as k*ller Harris.

What an idea.

Will he pull them in with that.

-I suppose it would

be good business.

-You don't approve,

eh, Miss Comstock?

-Truthfully, no.

Perhaps it's because I'm not

a very bloodthirsty person.

And then again, I was thinking

of Gene Harris's feelings

in the matter.

-Claire, you're

the most adorable

girl in the whole world.

-Sweet of you to say that, Gene.

-And I do say it,

in spite of the fact

that you neglected me

terribly while I was away.

-It wasn't deliberate,

I assure you.

I'm probably the

most miserable hand

at correspondence in captivity.

-I wish I had you in captivity.

-Serious?

-I was never more

serious in my life.

I love you, Claire.

-And I love you too, Gene.

-Come on, Babe.

Well, Babe, I guess he's

forgotten all about us.

Oh, Gene.

-Why, Mary, what

are you doing here?

-After you left, I rented

a room from Mrs. Durkin.

I thought I could help

to take care of Babe.

-Well that was nice of you.

I'm glad you're here.

I've got a lot to tell you.

She loves me, Mary.

She loves me.

-It does make a

difference, doesn't it?

-All the difference

in the world.

You know, she only wrote to me

a few times when I was in there,

and when I got out and

she didn't meet me, I--

I thought naturally

I'd lost the decision.

Now I know how she

really feels about me.

-I hope you find

complete happiness.

GENE: Thanks, pal.

Haven't you ever been in love?

-Yes.

GENE: Then you know

exactly how I feel.

-Well, sort of.

-Well, I'd better get to bed.

This is been a big day for me.

I want to thank you again

for bringing Babe to meet me.

Come on, pup.

Night.

Goodnight.

Come on, pup.

We're going to go chase a cat.

MARY: Goodnight, Gene.

GENE: Goodnight.

Say goodnight to the lady.

-And then-- and then I

told him I loved him.

-Did he believe you?

-Oh, absolutely.

We'd have been

married tonight if it

hadn't been for his parole.

Now I've got to wait

seven long years.

[LAUGHTER]

-How about a little

drink, darling?

-Not a bad idea, George.

You know, my nerves

are a little wobbly.

After all, Gene Harris is

quite an exciting person.

-You aren't trying to

make me jealous, are you?

-You know, I hadn't thought of

that, but it isn't a bad idea.

-I wouldn't try it if

I were you, my dear.

-[INAUDIBLE]

-That's a good writer.

-You approve of it?

-Why, certainly.

I gave that story to the papers.

It's good publicity.

-I'd rather not have that kind.

I hoped people would sort of

forget about that k*lling.

-We might as well

understand each other.

I'm promoting fights.

And nobody's going to tell

me how to run my business.

-I have no intention of

doing that, Mr. Miller.

I merely object to

being known as a k*ller.

After all, I was unfortunate.

I'd like a chance

to live it down.

Don't you understand?

-Now, listen to me.

If you want to jeopardize your

freedom, just keep on talking.

You're a nice boy,

and I like you.

But you're not in a spot

to tell me what to do.

-But this k*ller business--

-All right.

We'll go easy on

the k*ller stuff.

-Thanks.

You know I don't want to

go back to the big house.

-Now, don't worry.

I'll look after your interests.

Why, I've already

got you a fight.

-Swell.

You all right, Dave?

-Yeah.

-Well, you wanted

to do road work.

-Yeah, but I didn't expect

a cross-country run.

Say, what state are we in?

-Trouble with you is,

you can't take it.

-Well, as long as you

can, I'm satisfied.

-You know, it's great to

be together again, Dave.

-Yeah.

Especially out here,

where you've got something

to look at besides

four gray walls.

Say, how's that gal

Claire coming along?

-Ah, fine.

She's a great girl.

You know, there's

nothing in the world

like the feeling you're

important to someone.

-Yeah.

It must be swell.

-You don't get any mileage

on that thumb at all, do you?

-No, I guess it just

lacks personality.

-And a manicure.

-Look.

Watch the improvement.

DAVE: What did I tell you?

GENE: Hi, Mary.

-Hi yourself.

-It's nice of you

to drop out, Babe.

It's getting to be

quite a habit of yours,

dragging my dog around.

-Well, I didn't

think you'd mind.

I have a lot of time

on me lunch hour,

and I heard you telling Mr.

Miller you'd be out this way.

So here I am.

-You don't need to

make excuses, Mary.

I'm glad to see you.

Besides, you can be useful.

-How?

-I have a hunch my

trainer wouldn't

mind a ride back to town.

-I wouldn't be a

bit surprised if I

became very popular around here.

You're very glad to

see me, your trainer

wants a ride back to town,

and in this basket-- lunch.

-I'll vote for you.

Oh, uh, Dave, you remember

Miss Comstock, don't you?

-Why, sure.

She works in Miller's office.

MARY: How are you, Dave?

-Fine, thanks.

-You're pretty smart.

Bet you can't guess

what's in that basket.

-Ha-- lunch.

That was easy.

I overheard you two talking.

-Well, you do the

honors, will you?

Let me help you.

-Oh, with pleasure.

Exit, canine.

Come come come come.

Dinner is waiting.

I have a very choice table right

near the orchestra, madame.

-Garcon, you may lead the way.

-Oui, madame.

[INAUDIBLE]

I think you'll find this

table just right, madame.

A perfect three-point landing.

Perfect.

-Thank you, garcon.

-You know, Babe, I think that

guy has got his gals mixed.

-My, this is a lovely

place, isn't it?

Pardon me, but

isn't that Mrs. J.

Worthington

Buckingham over there?

-Just a moment and I'll see.

I believe it is she.

-My, me.

How contended she looks.

-It's the climate.

-Hey, are you two punch-drunk?

[LAUGHTER]

-If I may be so rude

as to interrupt,

may I suggest that

chow is served?

-We're in a [INAUDIBLE]

condition, sir.

-Ah, ah, ah--

-I'm glad to hear that.

This Murphy is a

pretty tough boy.

-Why, don't worry, Mr. Miller.

We can take him.

-You'd better run on

home, Gene, get some rest.

Tonight is your big night.

If you beat Murphy,

I can get you

a fight with Knockout Reilly.

-That's something

to look forward to.

-The best of luck.

-Thanks.

-See you after the fight.

-I want to wish you lots

of luck, Mr. Harris.

-Thank you.

--[INAUDIBLE] you're gonna

knock the [INAUDIBLE]

right out of him, k*ller.

-Button up your mouth, kid.

-All I can say is,

I'll be there trying.

-I'll be rooting for you, Gene.

-I know you will.

-Take it easy now, Murphy.

A little hot.

-How do you feel, Dynamite?

-All right, boss.

But I wish this fight was over.

-Afraid?

-Sweeny was a pretty

good friend of mine.

If the wife wasn't going to have

a baby I didn't need the dough,

I wouldn't let Harris

take a crack at my chin.

MANAGER: Bert.

-Yeah?

MANAGER: You finished there?

-I will be.

In a minute.

Relax.

-Too bad the dog

can't see you fight.

-That's all right.

I'll tell her about it later.

Looks like she's got a little

fight on her hands as it is.

-Time for windup.

You'd better get ready.

-Right.

-I'll be right back, Mr. Graham.

-Where are you going?

-I got something I want to do.

-You'd better stick around.

The fight might be over

before you get back.

-Ladies and gentlemen.

[INAUDIBLE] evening.

The main event.

At 15 rounds or less.

In this corner, Dynamite

Murphy, at 176 pounds.

In this corner, k*ller

Harris, 166 pounds.

ANNOUNCER: Time-keeper,

Billy McCall.

Referee, John Halligan.

[BUZZER]

-[INAUDIBLE] Dynamite.

-Don't forget to let

go with that right.

-Now sparring in the

middle of the ring.

Harris leads with a left,

which is blocked by Murphy, who

retaliates with a

left hook to the body.

They clinch.

-I think your husband's

going to win, Miss Murphy.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): The

referee separates them.

Murphy gets in a terrific

left hook to the body,

and two great

rights to the chest.

-[INAUDIBLE] go, [INAUDIBLE].

-You did swell.

-Yeah.

I'll have to take it

easy in the next round.

-Why?

You're not tired, are you?

-No, I'm all right.

I'll snap out of it.

-Why, sure.

He never laid a glove on you.

-Come on now, kid.

Snap out of it.

-I'll get him in

this next round.

-You know, Murphy looks tired.

-Yeah.

-Has he got any sock?

-Nothing to worry about.

But he's acting kind of funny.

-Yeah.

[BUZZER]

-Murphy is down from

a left to the jaw.

The referee sends Harris

to the other corner.

He's now counting.

One, two, three.

Murphy is flat on his back.

Why, his face is

white as a ghost.

Then referee has

stopped counting.

Murphy is out cold.

-[INAUDIBLE]

-If anything should happen to

him, I just couldn't stand it.

-This man is dead.

-Are you sure, doc?

I don't see how it

could have happened.

DOCTOR: Well, it has.

-All right, it was an accident.

But knowing you

had a deadly right,

you should have

given up fighting.

-Captain, I didn't hit him

hard enough to knock him out,

let alone k*ll him.

POLICE CAPTAIN: But the

fact that Murphy is dead

proves that you were wrong.

-But Murphy must have been sunk.

-You aren't going to

hold Harris, are you?

POLICE CAPTAIN: The coroner's

inquest will decide that.

-Come on, Claire.

I'm going to take you home.

-All right, Gene.

-Dave, will you see Mary home?

-Sure.

-Thanks.

-Gosh.

I forgot all about Babe.

-Oh, she's in your

dressing room.

-Yes, I know, but-- do you

mind if we pick her up?

-Well, you see, Gene--

-I'll get her, Gene,

and take her home.

-That'll be swell.

Thanks a lot.

-Don't mention it.

Is there anything

else, Mr. Miller?

-No, I think not.

Anyway, I want to

talk to the captain.

-Goodnight.

-Uh, by the way, how

is Mrs. J. Worthington

Buckingham coming along?

Heh heh, come on

now, buck out of it.

GENE: Well, can

you imagine that?

Now what are we going to do?

CLAIRE: Must be a

watchman around someplace.

GENE: I'll see if

I can wake him up.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-I'm Harris's trainer.

He left something in his

dressing room we'd like to get.

-All right.

-Babe?

-Here, Babe.

Here, Babe.

-I wonder where she went.

-Say, that's funny.

[INAUDIBLE] that dog when I came

in here to get Gene's clothes.

[WHINING]

-What's that?

-That's Babe.

It came from one of the

other dressing rooms.

[DOG WHINING]

-Babe?

Babe?

[WHINING]

Why, she's sick.

-Is there a veterinarian

around here?

-One about six blocks

down the street.

-If we hurry, maybe

we can save her.

-This thing's got me puzzled.

I hardly touched him.

-I think you're

worrying unnecessarily.

The whole thing will

be straightened out

in a day or two.

-I'm not worrying about myself.

It's about Murphy

and his family.

-I think I'll see if

that coffee's done.

It might help your nerves.

found a few doughnuts

in the pantry.

Remembering your

weakness for them,

I thought you might like one.

Cream and sugar?

-No, thanks.

Isn't it funny, Claire, how you

can plan your whole existence,

and then suddenly something

unforeseen occurs, and kicks

the props right

out from under you.

-Yeah.

Life is like that.

Have a doughnut.

-Thanks.

-Oh, come on, Gene.

Snap out of it.

-Sorry.

-What are you

thinking about now?

-I don't see there's a

chance of saving her.

-Oh, but you must.

-I'll do everything I can.

Maybe if I could get the

poison out of her system.

-You know, if anything

happened to Babe,

it'd just about k*ll Gene.

-I'd better phone him.

-You think he's still

at Claire Thomas's?

-I'll see.

-Do you know her number?

-Yes.

I've called it many

times for Mr. Miller.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Excuse me.

-Certainly.

-This is Miss Thomas speaking.

Oh, yes.

Yes, he's here.

Just a minute, I'll call him.

Miss Comstock is

on the telephone.

She wants to talk to you.

-Funny, I was just

thinking of her.

-Thank you.

Hello, Mary.

What?

Poison?

In Murphy's dressing room?

-Yes.

I don't know how it happened.

VETERINARIAN: There

isn't any hope.

-Please, hurry, Gene.

-Where are you?

I'll be right over.

Babe's been poisoned.

-Yes.

I gathered that from

the conversation.

-Want to come along?

-Well, I don't think I'd better.

You see--

-I'll call you later then.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-I've been trying to

get in touch with you.

-Yeah, it looks that way.

I just saw Harris leave.

-Listen, Bert.

This is no time to be jealous.

His dog has just been poisoned.

-Ha!

Well ain't that too bad.

-I'm afraid it is.

You see, the dog was found

in Murphy's dressing room.

-What?

-What did you do with the

stuff you put on Murphy?

-Why, I used it all up.

-You applied it with a towel?

-Sure.

-Did they find it?

-Now don't tell me you

didn't get rid of that towel!

-Well I didn't get the chance.

Graham wouldn't let me

out of his sight a minute.

Maybe I'd better go

back and find it.

-Don't be silly.

-That would only leave you

open for a lot of questions.

-Well what are we going to do?

-The thing for you

to do is casually

drop over there in the morning.

Meantime, how about

a cup of coffee?

-Well, I could go for that.

-Well?

-She's dead.

-This is just one time you've

got to stick up your chin

and take it.

-Yeah.

It's getting calloused.

Now, it I could just find the

person responsible for this,

I'd-- Say, I'd

like to have a look

around Murphy's dressing room.

-I'm afraid that

wouldn't do any good.

-Maybe not, but I'd like

to do it just the same.

-Want company?

-Yeah.

I want to thank you for

your efforts, doctor.

-I know how a mutt like

this gets under your skin.

I'm sorry, there was

nothing I could do.

-You'll take care of her?

-Yes.

-Thanks.

-Are you falling

for this Harris kid?

-Why, of course not, Bert.

You're the only man

who interests me.

-You're not kidding me, are you?

Don't forget I spotted

you with Miller last week.

-That's just part

of the game, Bert.

-Well, you'd better be

on the level with me.

I'd certainly be a sucker

for taking care of Murphy

and Sweeny for you, only to

have you give me the runaround.

-Now, don't be childish.

If I can clean up as

much on the next fight

as I did on Murphy's, I'll have

a quarter of a million dollars.

-Gee.

A quarter of a million.

Maybe you only bet

on sure things, huh?

-Right.

That's why I bet on you.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

MARY: Sorry to bother you again.

WATCHMAN: Oh, that's all right.

How's the dog?

MARY: She died.

WATCHMAN: Well that's too bad.

GENE: Mind if we look around?

WATCHMAN: Why, no.

Just come right on in.

GENE: Thank you.

Was there anyone

here before these two

people came back this evening?

-Not after they took

Murphy out of here.

I guess Babe was just

accidentally poisoned.

-She was lying

right on that towel.

Be careful.

-What good is that going to do?

-I don't know.

Just a hunch.

We might be able to find out

why Murphy tired this evening.

-You don't think--

-I don't know what

to think, Mary.

I'm going to take this to police

headquarters and find out.

-Is there anything

else that I could do?

GENE: No, thank you.

-Well.

-Harris claims he didn't his

Murphy hard enough to hurt him.

He feels that Murphy

was poisoned too.

-That would be the most

satisfactory answer

in tonight's tragedy, as

far as you're concerned.

But there's one drawback.

The autopsy showed the

evidence of poison.

-What's your decision as

to the cause of his death?

-Heart failure.

-It isn't that I want to get

out of anything, coroner,

but I'm positive Murphy was

not himself this evening.

-Probably he was

in poor condition.

-No, it wasn't that either.

Doctor, do you know of any

poison that might be applied

externally, and not take

effect until, say, half

an hour or so later?

-Yes, there are several.

But as I said before,

there was no evidence.

Wait a minute.

I read about a poison that's

taken from a Chinese herb

and kills when

applied externally,

and evaporates through

the bloodstream.

-Well then, suppose an

animal got hold of it,

took it internally, and would

it leave a trace in its body?

-Yes, that's a

peculiar part of it.

-Then Claire Thomas can help us.

She's been to China.

One of her best friends

is a Chinese physician.

-We can check with

her in the morning.

-Captain, I wish you'd square

me with the parole board,

and have tonight's

accident judged a knockout.

-I don't understand.

-I think we have a pretty good

idea of what k*lled Murphy.

-I wouldn't be surprised if

Sweeny got his the same way.

-Mr. Miller's promised me a

fight with Knockout Reilly I'd

like to go through with that

fight, and in the meantime,

we could keep our eyes open.

-Well, how about Reilly?

Aren't you placing him

on a dangerous spot?

-We'll have to take

every precaution.

-May I make a suggestion?

-Yes, of course.

-Well, I wouldn't say

anything about this

to Mr. Miller, or

even Miss Thomas.

-Are you suspicious?

-No.

Only, we shouldn't let

any more people in one

our secret than is necessary.

-That sounds sensible to me.

-I wouldn't miss

the Harris fight

for anything in the world.

-Why, Reilly has got

plenty of nerve, all right.

-Boy, I'll say he has.

-Do you realize Harris

is the odds-on favorite?

-What for?

He hasn't been in training.

He's in no shape.

-No, but he's got

that right hand--

-Yes, but he never throws it.

He never throws it.

-He doesn't.

Wait until you see him fight.

-This fight should be stopped.

-Maybe if we girls

get together, we

can prevent another

death in the ring.

-We must.

-Well, you won't

have cause to be

jealous of Harris much longer.

-No?

Why?

-I'm putting you in his camp.

-I met Mr. McNamee

through his sister.

-Why, I'm glad to have

you take an interest

in my business, Claire.

-Miss Thomas

convinced me that I'd

have more of a chance

with you than with Graham.

-I've got the biggest

attraction in the prize ring.

Of course, I'm sorry he

k*lled those fighters.

But I guess it's in--

in the game after all.

-Ah, it sure is.

-How'd you like

to be in Harris's

corner, the night of the fight?

-Say, I'd like nothing better.

-I can offer you $200 a

month, and your expenses.

-It's a deal.

Sold.

-Hi, Mary.

-Hello, Dave.

-How's Gene?

-Swell.

-Say, you talk as if you hadn't

seen him for a long time.

-Well, it's been

an hour and a half.

-I don't know how you stand it.

-Say, wouldn't it

be swell if we could

prove that Sweeny

was poisoned too?

-Oh, gee, Dave.

That would make me so happy.

-You know, if Gene was

pardoned, he could marry.

-Hi, Dave.

-Hi.

What's he doing here?

-Mr. Miller just hired him.

He's going to be

in Gene's corner.

-That's funny.

-Something wrong?

-Nothing that we can't work out.

-You haven't got

much time, Dave.

Tomorrow night's the fight.

-By that time, we'll be all set.

-Ladies and gentlemen.

We have with us tonight

your 15-round delight.

In this corner, the boy with

the sensational right hand,

k*ller Harris.

And the light

heavyweight contender

of the world, Kayo

Reilly, at 174.

-[INAUDIBLE]

-I ain't afraid of him.

-How do you feel, kid?

-All right, I guess.

[BOXING BELL]

-[INAUDIBLE] sh**t that right!

[BOXING BELL]

-Listen, kid.

Don't be afraid to

do what I tell you.

Use that right.

Hit him with the

left, and then let

your right go right

on the button, see?

[BUZZER]

-Come on!

Kid!

Keep punching!

-Two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, and out.

-Come on, doc.

-This man is dead.

-Boy, this is tough.

-He was one of the best

fighters I ever had.

-Well, I guess there's

nothing else I can do.

MARY: [CRYING]

DAVE: It's just one of

those things that happen.

MARY: Yes, I suppose so.

Oh.

-Give me a hand,

will you, Mr. Miller?

-Sure.

-I hope you got rid of

the towel this time.

-Ah don't worry.

I got it in my satchel.

Say, it took longer

to put that guy out

than it did Sweeny and

Murphy put together.

[SCREAM]

-I had no idea you were

connected with this, Claire.

And Harris.

The poison.

Dave substituted alcohol.

-Let's get out of here.

POLICEMAN: Wait a minute.

Come on, let's go.

[CHURCH BELL RINGING]

-I'd give anything

to have her back.

-She'd be happy if she knew

how much she has done for you.

Cleared your name,

secured your pardon.

-I guess you're right.

-You know, if it hadn't

been for all this, you

two might not have

gotten together.

-Maybe Dave's right.

At least, we'll always

think so, won't we?