All language subtitles for Ellery Queen s01e14 Sunday Punch.eng

In a matter of seconds,

this contender
will take his last count.

Who killed him?

Was it his sparring partner?

Hogan's dead,
and they're saying I did it!

His manager?

I had the bottle.
I made The Kid drink it.

His fiancée?

We were going to be married
after he won the championship.

The ring physician?

I'm just a transplanted
country doctor.

The gangster?

How would you like
to have your legs broke?

Or was it someone else?

Match wits with Ellery Queen

and see if you can guess
who done it.

Try to get a shot of Hogan shoving
his mitt into the other guy's face.

We've got 1,000,000 shots
like that on file.

We need 1,000,001.

[Flash goes off]

Now, remember, Sam, Mr. Anthony
wants everything to go smooth.

Look, he didn't have to send you
around here to tell me that.

Now, will you beat it before Flannigan
sees you hanging around The Kid?

Flannigan don't know me.

Flannigan knows everybody!

Now get out of here
before Frank Anthony

reads your name
in a Broadway column.

And believe me,
he ain't gonna like that!

Good-bye, Sam.

Hey, Kid, what are you training for?

A championship bout
or a dance marathon?

Let's see some action!

Sure, Flannigan.
Is this what you want?

Ugh!

What's the matter with you?
You crazy?

Come on, Joe.
Fight with me.

- What?
- Come on!

[Grunts and groans]

Stop it!

What are you doing?

Don't stand there.
Take pictures!

This is the good stuff!

Cut it out, will you?

What are you, drunk or something?

Joey, make him stop, will you?

What's going on?

It looks like a fight.

Sam, can't you stop it?

He won't listen to me.

[Grunts and groans]

[Groans]

[Indistinct chatter]

"Sparring Pard K.O.'s Kid
in Ring Duel."

Get away from him, will you?

Come on, Kid.

Wake up.
You all right?

Come on.
Get up, will you?

Get up!

[Coughs]

[Flash goes off]

What's the matter?

Better get him
to his dressing room, quick.

Eddie, give me a hand, will you?
Come on! Give me a hand!

That's right.

- Eddie, clear the room, will you?
- Yeah. Get out.

Give him some air.
Come on.

You, too.

Doc?

He's dead, Sam.

Dead?

He can't be.

- Kid!
- No, listen. Wait, Sam.

- Kid!
- Sam! Sam!

Did you hear what I said?
He's dead.

Now, go get the police.

Go get them as fast as you can.

How is he? How is he?

Hey, how is he?
How's The Kid?

I got to get to the phone, will you?

Let me alone, will you?

He's going to be all right,
isn't he, Sam?

Sam?

No...

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe.
Hey, hold up!

Skimmerhorn's Gym
on 8th Avenue.

And hurry.

The Kid's dead.

[Crying]
He's dead.

"Sparring Partner Hits and Runs."

This is Flannigan.
Stop the presses!

Sure you won't come along, son?

Huh?

N-No, no, thanks, Dad.

Might be interesting
from a research point of view...

prizefighter gets killed while
training for championship bout.

Some other time.

Well, if it ever happens again,
I'll be sure to let you know.

Thanks, Dad.

You know, when you're working
on a book, you're great company.

Of course, if I want conversation,
I can always talk to the goldfish.

Oh, that's nice.

On second thought,
the goldfish might make more sense.

Well, see you later.
Don't overdo it.

- Dad?
- Yeah?

Are you going somewhere?

[Chuckles]

Whatever gave you that idea?

I swear I can't figure it out.

You got to believe me, Inspector.
The Kid was in great shape.

He was in perfect shape!

Right, Doc?

Go on. Tell him.
Was The Kid in great shape?

He checked out in all departments.

Yeah?
Well, something went wrong.

It was so senseless.
Why were they fighting that way?

Sam?

Look, you know how these things are.

Somebody throws a punch,
somebody got sore,

and the first thing you know...

Somebody got killed.

You should have stopped it, Sam!

I tried! Honest, I tried!

Melinda, don't blame Sam.
It wasn't his fault.

The Kid wanted to trade punches
with Joe Adams.

It got out of hand.

Please don't call him "The Kid."
His name was Brad.

L-I didn't mean
anything disrespectful.

Doc, what do you think killed him?

Well, it's awfully hard to tell
until after the autopsy.

I guess it was one of those
hidden medical problems...

an aneurysm, maybe.

- Velie?
- Yes, sir?

Anything on that sparring partner
of his, Joe Adams?

Not yet, but the Harlem precinct's
got his building staked out.

Well, that's fine if he goes home.

What if he's got
somewhere else to go?

Oh, that is just beautiful,
Mrs. Douglas.

Are you sure this is the new way
they're wearing their hair this year?

If it were any more stylish,
you would look just like next year.

Well, I don't know.

Don't you think it might be
a little too glamorous for me?

It's perfect.

Your husband will think
you're a brand-new woman.

[Laughs]

When he gets the bill,
he'll know it's the same old me.

[Laughter continues]

What do you think
about my bangs?

Would you excuse me, please,
Mrs. Douglas?

Oh, surely.

If you came to take me to dinner,
forget it.

I have already had a ham sandwich
from the drugstore.

I'm famous.

Joe, what happened?

You can read. I killed him.

I didn't know I hit him that hard.

Then why did you run?

Because I'm the one that hit him.

And nobody's gonna believe
what really happened in that ring.

It's so crazy,
I almost don't believe it myself.

They can't blame you
for a ring accident.

It didn't come across
like a ring accident.

I have to get out of town.

You're not the first person
in the world ever to get into trouble.

There was
a customer of mine once,

everybody thought she'd killed
the man she worked for.

But somebody helped her,
and I wrote his name down.

If I can just find it...

Why do I keep so much junk?

Forget it.

No lawyer's gonna
get me out of this.

Who's talking about a lawyer?

This was somebody
who knows how to get to the truth.

What's this guy?
Some kind of cop?

No.

A private detective?

No, he writes books.

He does what?

Oh, yes, I remember that case.

And I remember you, too,
Miss Ogden.

You helped me convince my dad
that no woman

would deliberately go out in the rain
after she had her hair done.

I know it doesn't sound
like very much,

but it helped to break the case.

I'm sorry.
Have we met?

This is my friend, Joe Adams.

How do you do, Mr. Adams?

Joe Adams.

Joe? Ellery.

Doesn't my name
mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

[Gasps]

Joe was Kid Hogan's
sparring partner.

Hogan's dead,
and they're saying I did it!

Well, you didn't have any reason
to kill him, did you?

No!

Now, wait.
Not so fast, baby.

Oh, then there was a reason?

Some people might think so.

You see, I started out to be a serious
boxer, not just a sparring partner.

I went all out to win
and was doing pretty good

until they matched me
with Kid Hogan.

You weren't ready for that fight.

Probably not.

I was an amateur,
just getting my feet wet.

Kid Hogan was already on his way.

He needed a fight, and they set
someone else, and he got sick.

Hogan knocked me down four times
in the first three rounds.

And I was dumb enough to get up
and come back for some more.

Why didn't they stop it?

They did, finally.

They had to carry Joe out
on a stretcher.

End of a ring career.

The Kid made me look so bad,
I couldn't get a match after that.

You...
But you see what I mean?

Some people might think I was
carrying that grudge all this time,

waiting to get back at him.

[Grumbles something]

Well, what's odd is why you became
The Kid's sparring partner.

Well, a man's got to live.

And it's only temporary.

- Tell him about the school, Joe.
- You see...

[Phone rings]

Excuse me.

Hello?

Ellery, remember my telling you
about that prizefighter

who was killed in the ring?

Yeah, Dad, it's starting
to come back to me.

Well, this is right up your alley,
darndest thing I ever heard of.

Just got
the medical examiner's report.

Kid Hogan wasn't killed by a blow.

You didn't kill him.
It wasn't a blow.

You hear that?

Yeah, l-I heard it.

Let me ask you a question.
What did kill him?

He was poisoned.

Poisoned?

My son tells me you want to make
a statement, Mr. Adams.

That's right.

Of his own free will, Inspector.

Now, you're off the hook, as far as
causing his death with your hands.

I know, but it's on my mind.

And maybe now
that I'm not accused of anything,

it won't be so hard to believe.

You know that fight Kid Hogan was
supposed to have with the champ?

They wanted him to throw it.
The championship bout.

They? Who's they?

Who's ever in charge
of the rackets these days.

They wanted to be sure
the champ would win.

Guess The Kid was looking too good,
so they got to him.

How?

Put the word out.

Phone call in the right place,
an enforcer shows up,

somebody whispers to somebody.

Anyway, The Kid knew
he was supposed to lose.

Let me ask you something, Joe.

What would they do if he refused?

They'd have killed him.

Made it look like an accident,
probably.

The Kid was gonna take a dive?

That's the trouble.

The Kid thought
he could take the champ.

He wanted to win.

And he was willing
to risk his life for it?

You got to understand... he was only
gonna get one crack at the title.

If he lost it,
he was on his way down.

That's why he didn't tell his manager
or anybody that he broke his hand.

He broke his hand? When?

About three days ago.

The medical examiner's report

showed he had a hairline fracture
of the right wrist.

Well, then, why didn't he just
tell those gangsters

that he couldn't fight
with a broken wrist?

They'd have made him fight,
knowing he was gonna lose for sure.

That's why he cooked up that phony
slugging match with me.

We weren't sore at each other.

It was rigged.

I was supposed to make him look
bad in front of that newspaper man

so his manager would have to have
him checked out by a doctor.

Oh, if the doctor found out
about the fracture,

it would get in the newspapers,

and the fight would have
to be postponed.

That's right.

What went wrong?

How'd they find out
what you were up to?

I don't know.

Only me and him knew.

I was doing him a favor.

[Door opens]

Inspector, can I see you a second?

Excuse me.

Yeah, Velie?

They found the source of the poison...
a swill bottle.

What?

You know, that's the bottle
that boxers use between rounds

for rinsing out their mouths?

Well, it was loaded with poison.

Thanks, Velie.

Keep this under your hat.

I want this piece of information
to be strictly confidential.

Yes, sir.

They told me it was on this floor.

No.

Yeah, this must be it, Dad.

FLANNIGAN: Take an item
on the Hogan case, Vera...

"This reporter learned
from a confidential source

that the contender, Kid Hogan,

died shortly after taking a healthy
swig from his poisoned water bottle."

Are you sure "healthy"
is the right word, F. F?

Strike that.

"The question hangs in the air
like the breeze from a right hook.

Who killed Kid Hogan,

the youngster who might have gone
on to become world's champion?

This reporter would like an answer,
NYPD, PDQ."

I'm sorry.

Mr. Flannigan doesn't see anyone
without an appointment

when he's working on his column.

Oh, he doesn't, does he?

It's okay, Vera.

These gentlemen
are friends of mine.

In a pig's eye.

Now, I want some answers,
and I want them fast.

Where'd you get that information?

Sorry, Inspector, my lips are sealed.
Hiya, Junior.

Hiya.

This is police business, Flannigan.

I want the name of your informer
in my department.

No can do.

If you don't give me the straight dope
right this second,

I'm gonna haul you down
for questioning.

Now, I mean it!

Now, hold it, Inspector.

You can't bully a newspaperman.

He's right, Dad.

I'm trying to keep the lid
on a piece of information

that could lead us
straight to the killer.

I'm not gonna let any 3-cent,
yellow rag-peddler mess it up.

Take that down.
I may want to use it in court.

You know, Junior, your pop's
as batty as the Carlsbad Caverns

if he thinks I'm gonna
lose a scoop like this.

Well, actually, it may not be a scoop
by the time it's in the Gazette.

Why not?

Why not?

Dad, you'll want to play fair
by giving the same information

to the other newspapers.

Matter of fact,
you may have more to give them.

Come on, Inspector.

You're not holding out on Flannigan

after all the support my column's
given to the boys in blue,

the cop on the beat,

New York's finest?

Oh, cut it out, Flannigan.
You're breaking my heart.

Well, I don't see why a deal
can't be worked out.

- A deal?
- What kind of a deal?

If Flannigan agrees not to use
the item on the poisoned water bottle,

you'll give him a break in any new
developments in the case.

What do you say?

Mitt me.

Mitt him.

The last time I shook hands
on a deal,

I was buying a used 1937 Willys.

The engine fell out.

[Snaps his fingers]

Gimme.

[Paper rips]

There goes a headline story.

How did you know I had it?

Actually, we didn't.

We came here to look
at some pictures.

Here's a couple more.

Is this everything?

All the usable stuff.

Now, those are the last
of the fight shots.

The rest of the stuff I took in the
gym before the real action started.

Let's see it.

What are you looking for,
Inspector?

Anything I can find.

I wasn't there when Hogan
was killed, but the camera was.

Wait a minute. Wait.

Who's the girl?

That's Melinda Sanford.
She was sweet on The Kid.

Well, thanks, Dave.

Oh, I'm sorry
there wasn't anything helpful.

Well, now that you struck out
with the press photos,

what's your next play?

Well, there's several areas
we could look into.

For instance...

- Dad?
- Huh?

You lose something?

Yeah, I guess I left my pipe inside.
Excuse me.

I'd like to see
those pictures again, Dave.

Oh, sure.

I'll take this one.

Did you find your pipe?

I just remembered
I left it at my desk.

When did you start
smoking a pipe?

I don't smoke it, just hold it.

In these troubled times, it's nice to
have something solid to hang onto.

How am I doing, Doc?

How long have you had
these headaches, Eddie?

Off and on, three,
four days a week, maybe.

Are they getting worse?

No, no, no, no, no, I'm okay.
I feel great.

You got to keep working
to get in shape, you know?

Sure, you're gonna be fine.

Gotta work hard.
That's the secret.

Work, work.
That's the secret.

Let me make a suggestion...
you better pace yourself, Eddie.

You don't have to work all the time.

No, no, no,
that's the only way to get in shape.

That's the only way.

All these young kids coming up
and passing me by.

I ain't reached my prime yet.

I got to keep working.
I got to work, work... bam!

I'm gonna get in shape,
shape, shape.

Dr. Sanford.

Inspector Queen.
Hello.

My son, Ellery.

How do you do?

How do you do, Doctor?

Could you tell me
where Sam Hatter is?

Well, he's here.

I don't know where he's got to.

He's taking this thing very hard.

Incidentally, have you seen
the examiner's report

on the The Kid's death?

Was it an aneurysm?

It hasn't been made public yet,
but we'll let you know.

Doctor, is that professional
curiosity?

No, it's personal interest.
I knew him pretty well.

Doctor, I understand you have
a daughter named Melinda?

That's right, yes.

Well, I'd like to talk to her,
if I may.

Could you tell me where she is?

Well, she's here,
in his dressing room.

She's collecting
his personal effects.

Excuse me, Miss Sanford?

I'm sorry to bother you.
My name is Ellery Queen.

I believe you met my dad?

Yes.

I gave this to Brad.
I stitched his name on it for him.

You were very close?

Close?

Yes, you could say that.

Well, obviously this is a bad time
for questions.

I'll come back another time.

No, I'd rather talk.

Please, what would you like to know,
Mr. Queen?

Well, what I'd like to know
is how he broke his wrist.

Well, I didn't know he did.

I'm surprised at that.

Now, you say you were very close.
You didn't know?

Well, I was out of town for a while.
I just got back yesterday.

I didn't even have a chance
to talk to him.

- How long were you gone?
- A couple of weeks.

All this training... I felt like
I needed a change of scenery.

Atlantic City.

Except it isn't so nice
when you're alone.

Well, I'm sure you talked
on the telephone.

Yes, nearly every day.

I guess the reason why
he didn't tell me about his wrist

was because he didn't
want me to worry.

You never think of a fighter
as being sensitive and considerate.

Brad was.

Except in the ring.

Why do you say that?

I'm talking
about the Joey Adams fight.

That was awful.

Brad was sorry about it afterwards,
and he made up for it.

He hired Joe as his sparring partner.
He didn't have to.

That's true.

You see, you didn't know Brad.

He was a street kid.

He had to fight
for everything he wanted.

[Exhales]

Well, he sure chose
the right profession.

No, it chose him.

Sam Hatter was in a bar one night,

and he saw Brad flatten a pair
of tough guys, like the movies.

Sam made a boxer out of him,

and he nearly got
to be the world's champion.

We were going to be married
after he won the championship.

We were going to announce it
at the victory party.

Well, that's one good reason
for wanting to win.

Of course he wanted to.
Did anyone think he didn't?

No.

And some people could have found
that very disappointing.

Recognize anybody, Sam?

In case you forgot,

the fella you're talking to
in the picture is Maddie O'Neill.

He's a muscle man for a mobster
named Frank Anthony.

That ring a bell?

Well, Anthony owns a percentage
of a lot of fighters around town.

Question... does he own a piece
of Kid Hogan?

Think hard, Sam.

Well, I couldn't help it.
He kept after me, see...

How much?

A quarter.

25 percent, eh?

Did he pay much for it, Sam?

It wasn't the money.
It was the pressure he put on me.

It was the pressure!

What did The Kid say
when you told him

Anthony wanted him to take a dive
against the champ?

How did you know that?

Did he tell you to go
jump in the lake?

Is that why Anthony sent O'Neill?

To make sure he didn't
get away with it?

[Breathes hard]

It was the punches he took.

It was murder, plain and simple.

And now The Kid will never get
a chance to beat the champ, will he?

What do you mean Inspector Queen
took one of the pictures?

Why didn't you tell me that before?

Well, you brought him in.
L-I thought it was okay.

Which one?
Which one did he choose?

I don't know.

Well, find out fast, and if you can't
make me a print of it,

buy yourself a pony.

Why a pony?

Because you're gonna be out
on the street taking kiddie pictures!

Out! Vera!

[Sighs]

You're a good secretary.

Tell me again... what did that creep
want on the phone?

He wouldn't give his name.

He just said,
"Tell Flannigan Joseph Simpson

goes to the Manhattan
Pharmaceutical College."

Who's Joseph Simpson?

He didn't say.

Creep.

So, Inspector Queen
was gonna give me a break

on all new developments, huh?

Vera, can you keep your hands
off my body long enough

to phone that college?

What was it?

Manhattan Pharmaceutical.

Yeah.

Dad, what did you find out
about Frank Anthony?

Parking violations mostly.
No arrests, no convictions.

What about O'Neill?

Now, that's a different story.

He was not convicted of four counts
of assault and attempted murder.

Somehow, the witnesses
couldn't identify him...

after somebody
scared them to death.

Mm-hmm.

Dad, your coffee's
worse than mine.

This is your coffee.

I heated up what was left over
from breakfast.

Well, I heated it up
from last night's leftovers,

and I'm not really sure
it was fresh then.

[Doorbell rings]

Excuse me.

Oh, hi, Velie.

You're just in time
for a cup of coffee.

No, thanks, Maestro.

I think the Inspector
ought to see this right away.

Oh, yeah.

Dad?

Yes, Ellery, what is it?

Early bird edition of tomorrow
morning's Gazette.

Flannigan.
Not the poisoned water bottle?

And that ain't all.

Listen to this.

"This reporter learned
that Inspector Richard Queen

of homicide released
the most likely suspect.

I refer to none other
than Joe Adams."

"The Kid's sparring partner,

whose own hopes
for a boxing career

were smashed in the ring
by Kid Hogan.

Adams is a registered student

at the Manhattan
Pharmaceutical College

under his real moniker,
Joseph A. Simpson."

Oh, I knew they were gonna find out.
You should have told them, Joe!

No, baby, I should have run
when I had the chance.

I'll be in touch as soon as I can.

Hello, Joe.

You must have some good reason
for not telling us, Joe.

I'd like to hear about it.

When I heard I hadn't killed
The Kid in the ring, I felt good.

But when I heard he was poisoned,

well, I didn't want to be back
on the hook.

So you kept still about
studying to be a pharmacist,

working with all those drugs...
poisons.

That's the only thing
I didn't tell you.

Well, that was plenty.

Worst thing was reading about it
in the newspaper.

Well, I sure didn't tell Flannigan.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.

Things don't look good, Joe.

Would you like to break clean,
get it over with?

- Are you asking me to confess?
- Yeah.

To killing The Kid with poison?

You had access.
You had motive.

So that makes me the killer?

It's been a long, hard day, Joe.
I'd like to go home and go to bed.

Yeah, so would I!

So, how about letting me
out of here?

'Cause I'll tell you right now,
Inspector... I didn't kill anybody!

Okay, Joe.

Velie, take him down to his cell.

Let's go, Joe.

We had a deal, Flannigan,
or did you forget?

I didn't forget it. You did.

You said you weren't going
to print anything

about that poisoned water bottle.

And you said you were gonna give
me a break on all new developments.

Well, what about this?

Well, what about the picture you
took from the Gazette photo lab?

That wasn't a development.
That was a lead.

I wasn't gonna let you look over my
shoulder while I investigated a case.

And if you'd kept me informed,
I could have told you that Joe Adams,

alias Joe Simpson,
was Joe College.

Could you tell me more about
the man who phoned in the tip?

Oh, my secretary took the call.
No name.

What difference does it make
who gave him the tip?

Well, it could have been the killer.

The killer is behind bars, Ellery.

Why would Joe Adams
phone in with a tip

that led to his own capture?

I didn't say Joe made the call.

- You said the killer...
- I didn't say Joe was the killer.

He's under arrest.

He knew all about those poisons
because of that school he went to.

He knew he was gonna
spar with Hogan,

and so he poisoned
the water bottle in advance.

A lot of people knew
they were gonna spar.

He's the only one who knew
he was gonna knock Hogan out

and that somebody would use
that water to revive him.

Now, whether you like it or not,
we've got Joe Adams dead to rights.

And that's a development.

[Doorbell rings]

May I see you for a minute,
Mr. Queen?

Oh, yeah, sure.
Hi, Corrine.

Come on in.

L-I caught you in the middle
of your work, didn't I?

No, no, I've been working
on this all morning,

and it still doesn't make any sense.

Like Joe's arrest.

Here.

I know the police are gonna
be asking questions at Joe's college.

That's the name of the instructor
that knows him best.

Ask him what Joe's like.

Ask him if he thinks Joe
could have murdered somebody.

He shouldn't be in that jail.

Well, they do have a case
against him.

They had help.

Somebody wants him framed.

Who?

I don't know.

But it's got to be somebody
who wants to hide his own motives,

and they've got them.

Even Melinda Sanford.
I could tell you about her.

But she was gonna
marry Kid Hogan.

You've heard about a girl
being dragged to the altar.

Ever heard about one being
punched all the way?

Hogan hit her?

Joe told me.

Her eye was puffed out to here.
Her cheek was bruised.

Her lip was swollen.

Hogan must have really
worked her over good.

Why?

Because he wasn't a very nice man,
to put it mildly.

Or did everybody
forget to mention that?

Do you know where Joe saw Melinda
when she looked like that?

At the bus station.

She was going away for a while

so everybody couldn't see what her
boyfriend had done to her.

Why she did come back to him?

She must have loved him.

Wasn't she afraid
that he'd hit her again sometime?

Probably, but that's
the merry-go-round she was on.

She's off it now because he's dead.

Mr. Queen?

Yes?

Your car is waiting, Mr. Queen.

My car?

Yes, the one that's going
to take you were you're going.

Where am I going?

You'll know when you get there.

You're O'Neill!
I recognize you from your picture.

That reminds me...
I have to call my da... dad.

Get in the car.

Well, I guess I could always
call him when I come back.

I am coming back, aren't I?

Move.

All right, boys,

go on in the house and grab
yourself some milk and cookies.

Nice of you to come and see me,
Mr. Queen.

Can I get you anything?
Wine, booze, a glass of milk?

No. Thanks.

Nice place you got here.

Ah, a fortress.

For my own protection.

For instance...

Did you know that right now

there's a machine gun
pointed straight at your heart?

No.

No, l-l-I didn't know that.

Oh, it's okay, okay.

Just don't make any sudden moves.

- Suppose I have to sneeze.
- Oh, don't reach for a hankie.

- I'll... I'll... I'll remember that.
- Good, good.

Mr. Queen...

He didn't kill Kid Hogan.

Who didn't kill Kid Hogan?

Joe... Adams, Simpson.
You know who I mean.

He didn't do it.

How do you know?

[Exhales]

I had more reason to knock off
Kid Hogan than Joey did.

Well, did you...?

Correct me if I'm out of line,
but did you kill Kid Hogan?

No!

[Laughs]

Poison ain't my style.

Oh...

Yeah. It is out of line.

I'm sorry.

I... I would have settled
for a couple of broken legs.

[Chuckles]

How about a broken wrist?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I heard all about that dance

that The Kid and Joey
put on up at the gym.

Smart.
But not too smart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be dead.

What did they tell you
in that college about Joey?

They told me his tuition was being
paid for by an anonymous benefactor.

They didn't say it was you.

So, how'd you know?

Well, you're obviously
interested in Joey's welfare.

Yeah.

I didn't want to see him
take a bum rap.

No, thank you.

Eat something.

Yes, all right.

Well, how do you happen
to be putting him through school?

[Laughs]

I was coming out
of the gym one day,

and a couple of creeps started
blasting at me from a car.

Now, Joey was right behind me,
and he saw them first,

so he pushed me out of the way.

I owed him for that.

So, I checked around to find out
what he wanted out of life.

Then I had this college
give him that scholarship.

He never knew it was from me.

Mr. Anthony, did you ever
read "Great Expectations"

by Charles Dickens?

No.

But I had a piece of a fighter
once named Charlie Dickerson...

featherweight,
especially between the ears.

It's a different fellow.

Mr. Queen, how would you like
to have your legs broke?

No, l-I don't think I'd like that.

Then get Joey off the hook.

Well, I've already got him
partway off the hook.

Now, I found out that he could
not have gotten the poison

from that pharmaceutical college.

- Yeah? How come?
- There's none missing.

He could have got it
somewheres else.

Well, that's why he's partly
on the hook.

Well, I really should
be calling my dad.

Hey! I told you...
No sudden moves.

I forgot.

He forgot.

[Laughs]

You got a lot of moxie, kid.

I like your style.

INSPECTOR:
This better be good.

- FLANNIGAN: Trust Flannigan.
- INSPECTOR: I wish I could.

ELLERY: He's trying
to make amends, Dad, I think.

FLANNIGAN:
Right-a-rooney, junior.

I'm giving you a sneak preview
of my latest scoop.

ELLERY: Very considerate.

INSPECTOR:
What kind of a scoop?

FLANNIGAN:
Page 1, with all the trimmings.

Sam? Sam Hatter?

Just the man I wanted to see.

Take it easy, Rocky.

Will you autograph this for me,
please?

I've already seen this.

What's going on, Inspector?

Okay, so you found out which picture
I took from the Gazette.

Anthony's enforcer
and Kid Hogan's manager...

the fix was in.

That's old news, Flannigan.

Hogan didn't want
to throw that fight.

He wanted to win.

Or maybe he was holding out
for more moola.

Now, the truth, Sam.

Wasn't your boy
selling out to Anthony

for a higher price
and cutting you out of the deal?

No.

Then how come you spiked
his swill bottle with bye-bye juice?

You know, I had Dave print up
all the shots he took in the gym,

even the fuzzy ones.

But this one's clear enough.

Behold...
the swill bottle in Sam's hand.

How about it, Sam?

Look...

The Kid was acting kind of crazy,

so I thought maybe
he was on the booze.

L-I was just tasting it... that's all.

It was poisoned, Sam.

If you tasted it,
why aren't you dead?

[Grunts]

Stop him!

Let me go, will you?

"Manager Manages Murder."

This is Flannigan.
Stop the presses!

Miss Ogden?

Where's Joe?

Right here, baby.

Oh, come on.

It's okay. I'm out.
Tell her, Inspector.

Joe's been released.
We're holding someone else.

You see?
You were wrong about Joe.

The police do occasionally
make mistakes.

That's why we have courts.

The man was just doing his job.

I'm not sure that's good enough.

Would it help any
if I said I'm sorry?

- Not a whole lot.
- Hey, baby!

But it is better than nothing.

Hey, Eddie, why don't you give me
a shot at that bag?

When I'm through with it.

When you gonna get through?

When I say so.

Look, you've been slapping
that thing around for about an hour.

Why don't you give me
a crack at it?

I said I ain't through.

You don't know,
but you been through a long time.

What?

I said you been through a long time,
old man.

Oh, you!

[Grunts]

Hey, Eddie!

Let me go!

Cut it out!

Let me go!

Rocky!

- Let me go!
- Rocky!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Get out of here.
Go on.

This guy belongs in a zoo, Doc.

Oh, you should have let me take him.
Should have let me take him.

Hey, kid, I thought I told you
to take it easy.

- I'm okay.
- You don't listen, do you?

I'm okay.

It's these punks.
Think they know it all.

I can't stand the sight of them.

[Breathes hard]

Hey, Doc, what's wrong with Eddie?

Well, there's always
something wrong with a boxer

who starts to get headaches
and double vision.

So, does he know?

I'm not even sure, myself.
I'm no specialist, Mr. Queen.

I'm just a transplanted
country doctor

who tries to keep these boys
patched together.

I can't even stop them
from winding up like Eddie.

Yeah, I heard him talking just now.

It's a bad business to get old in.

The youngsters pick him to pieces.

Did Kid Hogan pick on him?

Hogan?

Yes, I guess he did.

It would have been his idea
of a good time.

Let me ask you something, Doc.

Would Eddie have responded
the same way?

Well, you'd get the same response

if you waved a red flag
in front of a bull.

[Chuckles]

I get the idea you don't care much
for the fight game.

Whoever called it a game?

In a game, you have fun.

INSPECTOR: Ellery?

Huh?

What are you doing in the kitchen?

Oh, I just heated up some coffee.

I hope it's today's
or even this week's.

Well, Sam's in.
Joe's out.

That ought to make you happy.

Why wasn't Sam poisoned when
he drank from the swill bottle?

[Laughs]

That's simple... he didn't.

He was lying.

Mm...

Talk about swill.

I'm afraid Flannigan's beat us
to the punch on this one.

I don't know, Dad. I don't know.
It just doesn't make any sense.

Want me to take Sam out
and put Joe back in?

Pass the milk, will you?

See, for a premeditated murder,
there's just too much left to chance.

Oh, not at all.

Sam dropped the poison
in the bottle,

waited for his opportunity,

forced Hogan to drink it.

What are you staring at me for?

The milk.

Well, what about it?
Is it sour?

No, no, no, no.

Don't you realize
what you did with it?

Yeah, just poured it in my cup.

Yeah, but how?

Like this.
How would you do it?

Same way.
That's my point.

Boy, now I know
who didn't kill Kid Hogan.

Who didn't kill him?

I also know who did kill Kid Hogan.

Now, Flannigan's picture and the way
my dad pours milk in the coffee

gave me the answer.

Was it Joe Adams?

Was it Sam Hatter?

Was it Doc Sanford
or Melinda Sanford?

Or Eddie?
Or was it somebody else?

Now, bear in mind that the timing
has a lot to do with it.

Yeah. I'll tell you more about it
at the gym.

Thanks, Velie.
Ellery, I guess you can begin.

Not yet, Dad.
There's still somebody missing.

Everybody you asked me
to contact is here...

all the suspects,
including Flannigan.

Who's left?

O'Neill?
How'd you know he was coming?

I called his boss and asked for him.

How long have you known
Frank Anthony?

Not long.

Hi, Maddie.
Make yourself comfortable.

Velie, I'll need you up in the ring.

What about him, Maestro?

Oh, take the cuffs off.
I'm sure he won't run.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Folks, if you bear with me
for just a second,

I'd like to recreate the events that
led up to the death of Kid Hogan.

Joe, I'm gonna need you up
in the ring.

You play yourself, of course.

Velie, you're Kid Hogan.

Well, Maestro, I'm not in shape.

That's all right.
You don't have to really fight.

Just mix it up a little bit, fake it.
You know? Occupy some space.

I won't lay a hand on you.

Go ahead, Velie.

If it gets too tough,
I'll throw in the towel.

Dad, the bottle?

Now, according to the picture,
the bottle was about here.

That right, Sam?

That's right.

And in the ring, the contender
and the sparring partner

are having an exchange of words,

part of a plan to make the onlookers
believe the fight was for real.

You mean those two bozos
weren't really slugging it out?

Joe?

Not till the end.

The Kid was faking it
to make me look good.

It was all part of the buildup.

Well, let me in on the gag.

It was part of Hogan's plan
to postpone the championship fight.

He had a broken wrist,

and he had some friends who wanted
to break some other bones.

Sam, where were you
when they were sparring?

I was all around the ring.

Sure, he had to get around
the ring to get to the swill bottle

so he could dump the poison in it.

Did you pick up the bottle?

Yeah. I told you that.

Would you pick it up, please?

Flash... you'll see the original photo
in tomorrow's "Gazette."

Proof positive.

Proof positive that Sam
is telling the truth.

Look at the way he's holding
the bottle. In his right hand.

So what?
He's right-handed.

He is. You saw him
working with the fighter.

Again... So what?

Which is why he would
hold the bottle in his left hand

if he was gonna pour poison
with his right.

You always hold the thing you're
gonna pour in your steady hand.

In Sam's case, his right hand.

Give me that!

Well, I'll be.

So, Sam did what he said he did.

He tasted the water in the bottle
to see if it was alcoholic.

It wasn't.

It wasn't poisoned, either,
or Sam wouldn't be with us.

But it was poisoned.
The police lab said so.

But when was it poisoned?

Before Hogan drank it, of course.

Melinda, where were you?

I came into the gym,
saw them fighting,

and came down to ringside
to speak with Sam.

Could you show me approximately
where you were?

If it'll help.

I was about here.

That's right.

After you tested the water bottle?

Yeah.

Melinda, did you see him touch
the bottle again?

No, not until Brad
had been knocked down.

Velie, Velie...

Would you assume the position,
please?

Well, I know one thing.
Joe didn't poison the water.

He was in the ring,
right in plain sight.

Now, hold it, sister.

There was a lot of confusion
after he decked Joe.

He could have come over
and gotten the bottle then.

With boxing gloves?

And where would he conceal
the poison?

Ellery, somebody poisoned
that water.

Sam, what did you do?

- I w... I went in the ring.
- Would you climb in, please?

Doc, where were you?

Well, I guess I was in the ring, too,
but, well, I'm no good at playacting.

That's okay.
What did you do?

I... I waved some smelling salts
under his nose to help bring him to.

Sam?

The water.

I had the bottle.
I made The Kid drink it.

But I was right here.

Nobody had touched the bottle
up till then.

Unless you touched it.

Nobody was watching you!
It would have been a cinch!

Lucrezia Borgia of 1947!

Just a minute!

You can't talk that way
to my daughter!

She has nothing to do with it.
Nothing!

Dr. Sanford, what did you do next?

Well, The Kid lost
consciousness again.

I examined him.
His pulse was very weak.

Did he have any trouble breathing?

What did you notice?

I wasn't looking for poison symptoms,
if that's what you're getting at.

The boy had been knocked out.

I ordered that he be taken
to his dressing room.

Yeah, and we all went back.

You want us to do that again, too?

No, the re-enactment's over.
Velie, you can get up.

What was this all about, Junior?
What did you prove?

The water was poisoned
after Kid Hogan died.

Then when was Hogan poisoned?

Sam, what happened
in the dressing room?

Was everybody there?

No, I shooed them all out until it was
just Doc and me and The Kid.

But you stayed?

Yeah, yeah, until Doc
told me The Kid was dead,

and then he sent me
to call the cops.

Leaving how many people
in the room?

Well, Doc and The Kid.
But The Kid was dead.

No, Sam. He was stunned.

Doctor, how many
different kinds of poison

do you carry
in that little black bag of yours?

How did you know?

It was the only time anybody
was alone with The Kid.

If the poison didn't come from
the bottle, it had to come from you.

Daddy, tell them it's a lie.

No, Melinda, I...
I've hurt enough people as it is.

You couldn't have killed Brad.
You knew I loved him.

That kind of love
would have ruined you.

I know how he treated you.
You tried to hide it from me.

You went down to Atlantic City

and stayed there
until the bruises healed.

Being a doctor's daughter,

you were smart enough
to get a doctor to treat you

so that the damage
wouldn't be permanent.

You knew that?

Yes.

You just happened to pick a doctor
who knew me and recognized you.

He never let on to you.

Maybe he was bending
his ethics a bit,

but, as I say, he knew me.

He was a father, too.

So he gave me a call.

You never said anything.

I was waiting for you
to say something.

I waited too long.

First thing you know,
you were seeing Hogan again.

He was sorry he hurt me.

Mm-hmm.

- He told me so, Daddy.
- Mm.

I had to forgive him.
We were going to be married.

That's the thing I can't stomach!

I told him to stay away from you.

He threatened to work me over

if I didn't pay attention
to my own business.

I couldn't let that man marry you!
I couldn't let it happen!

So, when I saw him lying
on the dressing-room table,

I just went ahead
and did what I had to do.

Later on, I knew
there had to be an autopsy,

and they'd discover the poison,

so I came back out here and slipped
some into the water bottle

before the police arrived
to throw them off the track.

Then I was afraid
that they'd suspect you, Melinda,

and so I phoned the tip
to Flannigan

that Joe was
a pharmacological student.

I helped him with his application.

Forgive me, Melinda.

I'm sorry.

Junior, just one question.

Why did you ask him here?

To make sure Frank Anthony
got the story right.

Yeah, you can never believe
what you read in the Gazette.

[Laughter]

My story...
My front-page column!

"Flannigan Fingers Wrong Man."

I got to get to a phone!

This is Flannigan.
Stop the presses!

No, I mean it.
You got to stop the presses!

No, listen to me!
Please stop the presses!

Excuse me. Excuse me.
May I?

Be my guest.

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