All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.S03E16.The.Last.Round.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor

You'll witness things strange,

unexpected, mysterious,

but not to be denied.

Join me now and take
one step beyond.

This is a small store
room of the lost property

department of the
London County Council.

There are many such rooms,
but they're rarely visited

anymore because the property
stored dates back to the war.

Property found on the streets
or in the bombed out buildings

all waiting for claimants
who never appear.

Like this cheap copy
of Venus de Milo,

meant to stand in some garden.

The ages have claimed her
arms, the war claimed her head.

What mantelpiece do
you pose this old clock

was standing when the
bomb hit, calming ticking?

Time stopped for it at 7:36 a.m.

Or p.m.

What difference does it make?

Baby strollers,
cartons full of things,

all tagged with the place and
date of their destruction.

The East End Arena,
September 17th, 1944.

Everything in this room
could tell 100 stories.

But this boxing glove was
involved in a most unusual

occurrence when on
September 17th, 1944,

that dark and heavy curtain to
the world beyond five senses,

the psychic world, was
lifted for a moment.

Hello, Mark.

Hello, Yank.

Sorry I'm late.

It's all right.

I had a bit of shopping to do.

Fish and chips.

I know, but we're betting
the purse, aren't we?

I'm financing dinner
out of me own pocket.

Never mind.

We'll have a real
feed after the fight.

What kind of odds you get?

Three to one for
the old 30 quid.

That means we'll get
120 pounds if we win.

That'll give us
something in our pockets

when we go up to the Midlands.

Birmingham.

They love light
heavyweights up there.

Did you see the doctor?

Where do we go to eat?

Well, in the dressing room.

Get any coffee?

Coffee costs extra.

Well, I could sure use some.

This is sure crummy.

Yeah, did you see the doctor?

Yeah, I saw him.

Whitey, please
go get some coffee.

What do you want coffee for?

It'll only keep you awake.

I want you to have a couple of

hours shuteye before the fight.

Coffee never bothered me.

You know that.

What doctor?

How do I know what doctor?

Well, you must remember
something about him.

I walked up the street and
there was a doctor's office.

What street?

Queen Street.

That would be Dr. Dugan.

Yeah, I think so.

Yes, he has a big sign
hanging out over the walk,

like a blinking cinema.

Arthur A. Dugan.

Sounds like him.
- Yes.

Only that sign was
knocked down in

a bombing raid six months ago.

Well, then maybe
it was someone else

and maybe it wasn't
Queen street.

All right, Whitey,
I lied to you.

I didn't see any doctor.

You know, I'm getting
too old to fight,

but it's the only trade I know.

You know something, Whitey,
the army wouldn't even have me.

That's why I'm in the
Merchant Marine now.

Then why don't you ship out?

I intend to.

I just wanted a little money.

I got my eye on a bar and grill.

You oughta see this place.

It's a real pretty place.

That's a pub.

It's a nice little place
up in Hoboken, Whitey.

Yank, don't you realize
you're risking your life?

But it's my life, isn't it?

What am I supposed to do?

Sit out in front of some
fight club with my cap

on my knee saying
please help the poor?

Well, I don't like it.

Whitey, you don't
have to like it.

Never mind.

I'll get you some coffee.

Anybody mention coffee?

I take it this is your fighter.

Mr. Sanderson, Yank Dawson.

He manages the other fella.

Hiya, Dawson.

Sound in wind and limb, I hope.

I'm all right.

I hope so.

I really hope so

because my boy is a bit
of a savage, I'm afraid.

Not much skill, but when he
hits somebody, bang bang.

That's all she said, as
you Americans would say.

Here, drink up.

My tiger's late.

I'll get some fresh for
him when he comes in.

Thanks, Mr. Sanderson.

Thank you.

You know, Yank,

you do remind me of somebody.

I was in the states for
a bit before the war.

Saw a man fight there.

You're very like him.

Denver it was.

Did you ever fight there?

150 million Americans.

Stands to reason two
of them can look alike.

No, couldn't be the same chap.

The man in Denver had a terrible

accident not long afterwards.

They won't let him fight.

Broke his head
right open, I heard.

Right there.

That must've
been someone else you saw

in Denver because I
never fought in Denver.

You're a fool to be
fighting, you know?

It's a nasty scar.

You're quite sure
you're all right?

Why don't you mind
your own business?

Of course he's all right.

Well, I hope so.

I really hope so.

Why don't you get out of here?

All right, yes, I must
go and find my tiger.

We don't worry about
accidents here, do we, Whitey?

Not with old Paddy
Terhune about.

Who's Paddy Terhune?

He's dead.

In a manner of speaking.

But you didn't tell
him about Paddy.

I was sure you had.

Inhospitable.

Very inhospitable.

Come off it now.

What do you mean, come off it?

Here's a yank ready to fight
at the old East End Arena

and nobody tells
him about Paddy.

And Paddy's such a
friendly ghost, too.

Mr. Sanderson, I
don't want to be rude,

but I do want my Yank to
have a couple of hours sleep.

So if you don't mind--

Now, now, all right, all right,

if you don't want to tell him.

Well, little rub
down is what you need.

Help you to get some sleep.

Him and his tiger.

Alfie Jones.

Tiger my...

Mind you he's very clever
with his hands though.

You want to remember that.

That's why I told you to
crowd him, understand?

Keep crowding him all the time.

What was all that
about a ghost, Whitey?

You don't want to pay no mind

to Sanderson and that stupid.

Why have I had so much bad
luck in the last few years?

I guess I'm just
getting jumpy, Whitey.

I'm sorry I acted like a kid.

That's all right, boy.

I don't know why I made
such a fuss about it myself.

Like Sanderson says,
Paddy Terhune's

a friendly sort of ghost anyway.

He was Empire
middleweight champion

when he was only 18 years old.

Back in 1905 that was.

So when he fought
Brian Cleary in 1931,

he must have been 44.

That's getting on a bit
for a boxer, you know?

And he wasn't Empire
champ no more.

He had a gold watch,
a few good memories,

and a blood clot what
nobody knew about.

He fought Brian Cleary right
here in the East End Arena.

Brian liked the old boy.

Wanted to make it
quick like, you know.

So he knocked him out
in the second round.

That was an act of
mercy, Brian thought.

Only that blood clot of Paddy's
got dislodged and he died

before they could get him
into the dressing room.

That upset Brian a bit.

Of course, he soon
got over it, you know.

I mean, he knew it
wasn't his fault.

Only four years later,
Brian went crackers.

Just before a fight one night,

he suddenly started raving
and swearing something awful.

He said he'd seen Paddy Terhune.

Seen him, mind you, with
Paddy dead four years already.

Brian says that Paddy
just stared at him

and shook his head
slowly from side to side

like he was trying to
tell him something.

And Brian says, "Well,
what could he be telling me

"except don't you fight tonight,

"my boy, or you'll
wind up like me?"

Well, he fought anyway and he
was winning, too, hands down

until Frankie Shane, fighting
him back as best he could,

suddenly caught him
with a lucky right.

What a whopper.

Caught him high on the
forehead and pitches Brian

towards the ropes and
through the ropes,

and he smashes his
skull on the ring post.

Well now, you know
as well as I do

that could never happen
again in a million years.

But blimey, you should've
seen the newspapers.

Ghost of East End
Arena, they said.

Paddy Terhune,
back from the dead

and all that sort of trot.

See Paddy and die, they said.

And there's talk of
even some others,

but I don't believe it.

I don't believe any of it.

Coincidence, that's all it is.

Pure coincidence.

Yeah.

Coincidence.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Whitey.

Whitey!

Whitey!

What's going on here?
- He's in there, Whitey.

I saw him.
- Who?

The fella you were
telling me about.

Paddy Terhune, he's
standing in there.

You must be dreaming.

He's in there, I swear.

Look for yourself.

In where did you say?

Believe me, Whitey.

He was standing right here
and I wasn't dreaming.

You weren't dreaming, Yank.

What kind of a ghost takes
his leave by the window?

I'll tell you what kind.

Come on, I'll show
you your ghost.

Listen to them out there.

You're going to ruin me.

Well, don't look at me.

He's the one what's ruining you.

Him and his
psychological warfare.

I got contracts
with the both of you.

Well, we are ready to fight.

Then you two can fight.

I tell you straight out my
boy isn't going into the ring

until he admits what he
done and apologizes for it.

And just what have I
supposed to have done?

Had somebody to
impersonate Paddy Terhune,

that's what you've done.

Trying to scare my boy.

What's all this about?

That ghost was a fake.

Well, maybe it was,
but that doesn't prove

that I had anything
to do with it.

Who else?

Who else had reason?

It's your boy we're
fighting and you

was offering odds
of five to one.

I've got confidence
in Alfie, that's all.

Well, that's another thing.

Look at him, cool as a cucumber.

Quiet as can be.

It got nothing to do with me.

I say fight.

Well, that's just it.

Your opponent saw Paddy
Terhune and you say fight.

Aren't you scared
you're gonna kill him?

Clearly and Kowiki saw the ghost

and they was killed in the ring.

Why doesn't it bother you that

the man you're fighting
is going to die?

I'll tell you why.

Because it's a fake
and you know it.

If what you say
is true, it's a case

for the boxing control board.

Unsportsmanlike
conduct by a manager.

You insisted that my boy
heard about Paddy Terhune

and you knew he was gonna
take a few hours sleep.

That gave you plenty of time.

How long did it take to sew
Paddy's name onto that sweater?

Now, look here, Whitey--

And who did you hire
to do Paddy Terhune?

Which one of your
flunkies was it?

Willie Davis?

He's about the
right age and size.

Who's Willie Davis?

Some used up old
fud who'll do anything

for a few quid that he
can take across the road

to the Red Lion and
turn into whiskey.

And we don't have to
ask his permission

to go over there and
ask Willie to talk.

And he'll talk in the
interest of justice

and better boxing and
a few more drinks.

Come on.
- No, no, wait, wait, wait.

All right, all right, I did it.

There you are, you see?

Willie played the ghost.

It was my idea.

I know I shouldn't have done it,

but Willie looks almost
exactly like Paddy,

and with a little makeup, well,
I just couldn't resist it.

There's nothing criminal
in it, mind you.

It was a psychological warfare

just like we do on the Germans.

That's all.

Only that happens to be war

where all is fair, so they say.

But this is boxing.

All right.

Which is supposed to be a sport.

Well, maybe it
wasn't sporty then.

Maybe?

All right, then
it wasn't sporty.

You've never done anything
that you're sorry for?

Well, if I did,
I said I was sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Yank.

If everybody's quite
satisfied, let's have a fight.

Ladies and gentlemen,.

10 three minute rounds.

Alfie Jones.

His worthy opponent,
U.S. merchant seaman,

, Yank Dawson.

Fellas, you know the rules.

Good, honest, clean fighting.

Shake hands.

Now then, what
happened over there?

Did you just get careless?

That fellow I saw
in the dressing room.

You know, Davis?

Well, what about him?

He's sitting up
there in the last row.

I saw him, it kind of
confused me, I guess.

So Sanderson's still
up to his tricks, is he?

I'll flay him alive.

What kind of scum are you?

What's the matter?

That's what's the matter.

Look up there.

What's all this about?

He's gone and done
it again, that's what.

He's got his phony
ghost up there as big

as life and it's scaring my boy.

I want him out of there.

Where, I don't see him.

Yes, he's there all right.

You bet your life he is.

Right up there in the back row.

I didn't tell him to.

He must've bought a ticket.

There's no crime in that.

I've had enough of this.

Well, I want him out of there.

Finish, finish him.

Go on.
- Protect yourself, Yank.

One,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

10.

Out.

Don't touch him,
he mustn't be moved.

Let's get him to
the dressing room.

No, he must not be moved.

Easy, Yank.

How do you feel?

All right, I guess.

You want to try to sit up?

Yeah.

Will he be all right, doctor?

He's had a slight concussion,

but he'll definitely
be all right.

You hear that, Yank?

You're gonna be fine, boy.

I didn't say he'd be fine.

I said he'd be all right.

No more fighting,
Yank, you hear that?

Gonna get you a ride, buddy.

Let him rest here
for a few minutes.

Then he can get
dressed and go home.

And bring him in
to see me tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Doc.

Look here, Whitey.

I'm sorry about all this.

So you should be.

A lot of nonsense.

Your boy would never have beaten

him if he hadn't
been distracted.

Is there
a Mr. Sanderson here?

I'm Sanderson.

Mr. Sanderson?
- Yes.

Took the devil's own
time finding you, sir.

Do you know this man?

Yes, Willie Davis.

Why were you sitting in
the back row, Willie?

Beg your pardon,
sir, but the only place

he's been sitting is
at the police station

under the influence,
as you can see.

But he couldn't have.

I picked him up
in the Red Lion Pub.

There were some there that
said he stole the money

he spent there, but Willie
said that you'd vouch for him,

that you gave him the money.
- Well, that's true, but--

How long has be been in custody?

For the last hour, I'd say.

That's impossible.

Why, we saw him sitting
here in this very arena

wearing that foolish
sweater not 10 minutes ago.

Couldn't have been him, sir.

10 minutes ago, he
was still unconscious.

Go on, Willie.

But I saw him,
too, between rounds.

I thought Mr.
Sanderson was still

using psychological warfare.

Well, it couldn't
have been Willie.

Then it was Paddy
Terhune himself.

I saw Paddy.

I'm going to die.

Shut up.

Must be some explanation.

I saw him twice.

We all saw him.

Not me, remember?

I didn't see him.

But the rest of us
aren't all going to die.

Don't be ridiculous.

The German bomb, aimed
presumably at the waterfront,

struck the East End
Arena about 12 o'clock.

The newspapers called
it good fortune

that only five people were
in a building that only

a few hours before
had held so many more.

Four were killed.

The promoter, Collins,
survived to tell what happened.

And thus, the legend
of Paddy Terhune

was once more revived.

If you see Paddy, you die.

But is that all it really was?

I mean, a legend.

Well, of the five men,
the promoter Collins was

the only one who
didn't see Paddy.

He was also the only
one who didn't die.

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