Let go of that door, lady. No, you're going to stay here until my husband... Okay, then don't let go. But don't blame me if you get hurt. No! Mr. and Mrs. North, starring Richard Denning and Barbara Britton. Listen, if Pam and Jerry solve the mystery, the crooked ring. The Olympic Gymnasium, owned and operated by Marty Dan, is a place of legalized assault, rubbing alcohol, cauliflower ears, and cloudy minds. Of eyes bright with the vision of success and dull with the reality of failure. Of young men on their way to the garden and old men on their way to the grave. A place like the Olympic Gym is always the beginning for a kid like Gil Henry, and often it's the end. You left, Gil. You left. Use it. Use it. Go for it. Okay, that's enough. Cut it, Ace. Hold it, Gil. Okay, Gabby. How do I look, Gabby? Go take your shower. How do I look? How do you feel? Terrible. That answer your question? Now go. Gabby, didn't she call? Didn't she? No! I'll take my shower. Oh, wait. Well, don't feel too bad about what Ace did to you just now. He's good, old as he is, he's good. Smart. He's fought them all, the best of them. Yeah, but Gil, yeah, if you're going to lose any fights, lose them in the ring, huh? Not in the saloon. Oh, Gabby, you were drunk last night. Yeah, but then the night before. Okay, yeah, but go take your shower. But Gabby, I got to see Marty. Who is it? Gabby. Come in. You wanted to see me? Yeah, sit down. Is Gil going to be ready for sale of Bell? The bout's a week from tonight. So? Ask me a week from tomorrow. Look, stop cracking wise. You see him sparring with Ace? Ah. With ten ounce gloves, Ace could have had him inside three. And the sailor is Ace's kind of fighter. It's that dame, that Laura Evans. What does she want, anyway? She wants Gil to use his college degree to teach physical education at some jerk water college upstate. Ah, she's nuts. So argue with her. Listen, Gabby, we got to get Gil straightened out for that Bell fight. This is one fight he can't lose. You're wrong, Marty, it's the one he can't win. Now look, Gabby. Dame, trouble or not, Gil's not ready for the sailor. I told you that before you made the match. In another six months, okay, but not now. You're trying to bring the kid along too fast. I know what I'm doing. You're running the chance of losing the best boy you ever managed. That's what you're doing. Listen, Marty, if Gil takes a bad beating from the sailor, he'll listen to the Evans dame. He'll quit. He'll never fight again. Right now, Gil's got to keep winning, winning big, winning all the time, all the way. Nuts. I know what I'm talking about. Look, let's find a way to duck the sailor, try to get a postponement. No. Marty. You heard me. Okay, Marty, you're his manager. Gabby. Yeah? Don't forget it. Forget what? I'm Gil's manager and I'm going to be his manager as long as he fights. And anybody who tries to hijack me out of that boy is going to wind up on the wrong side of an awful lot of trouble. Good night, Jules. See you later, Jules. You ate too much. You always do when we have dinner at Jules'. You better start watching your waistline. Oh, nonsense. But Jerry, sitting behind a desk all day, never getting any exercise. I get plenty of exercise. Golf. Golf? Yeah, with Joe Bailey. Last April. Yeah, well, I'll call Joe in the morning and make a date for, well, sometime next week maybe. And then another thing, I'm going to start doing more walking, walk to work, walk, oh, there's a cab. Hey, Patrick. Oh, he didn't see it. What's the matter? What are you laughing at? You? Oh. Darling, if you're serious about getting some exercise. Well, I am. Then let's walk home. Walk home? You mean now? Uh-huh. Well, are you sure you're not too tired? Oh, I'm fine. Well, those shoes you're wearing weren't made for walking, you know. Oh, they're fine. Fine. Well, here we go then, huh? Here we go. I'm going to talk to Laura. Oh, Pam, dear, don't you think we should? Jerry, look. I said let go. Come on with me. No, not leave me alone. Something's wrong. Yeah, we better find out what it is. Be careful, darling. I want to talk to you, Laura. There's nothing more to talk about. Hey, just a minute, fellow. What's going on? What's it to you? Oh, you seem to be bothering the lady. So? So, I think you better stop. I think you better mind your own business. Beat it. Hey, now look, fellow. You heard me. Beat it. Get moving before I... Jerry. Stop it, Gil. Stop, please. I'll go with you. Hey, look, miss. You don't have to go any... Please, please. I don't want any trouble. It's all right. Really, it is. Come on, Gil. The car's right here. Well, now what do you think that was all about? I don't know, but that guy came awfully close to stalking me. If he had, he'd been sorry. He'd been sorry? Oh, Pam, dear, do you know who that was? Do you? Well, she called him Gil, didn't she? Yes. Well, I've seen him before often. He's been on television and his picture has been on the sports page of every newspaper. That was Gil Henry, who may very well be the heavyweight champion of the world someday. Oh, dear. As far as I'm concerned, I've had enough exercise for one evening. Taxi. Hey, taxi. I feel you're behaving like a fool. We're going to have to get out of here. There's nothing to have out. Now please, take me home. No. Gil, Gil, be careful. What? What's there to be careful for? Well, you're acting like a child. Now slow down. When are we going to be married? Oh, Gil, will you slow down? When? When you come to your senses. When you tell Marty Dan you're through fighting. What's wrong with fighting? That's what I don't get. What's wrong with it? We're in one fight, just one fight. What's wrong with it? What's wrong with it? What's wrong with it? What's wrong with it? We're in one fight, just one fight. I make more than I'd ever make in a minute. No, I know, I know. More than you'd make in five years at Hillcrest College. But I know what it'll cost you, too. Cost? Yes, cost. Marty Dan takes 20% of everything but the beatings, the cut eyes, the broken noses, the scrambled brains. I've seen those men up at the Olympics. That sparring partner of yours, that Ace Carlson. But honey, I'm a winner. I'm not going to be... Oh, winner, loser. You get hurt every time you fight. What do you think it's like for me sitting there? Helpless, while someone I love is... Well, I'm not going to live like that, that's all. I'm not going to... Oh, Gil, that man causing the street. Look out! Look out! You got it! Oh, you hit him! You hit him, Gil! Come on. You walked right in front of me. I didn't see him. It wasn't my fault. All right. Oh, Gil. You look at him. It wasn't my fault. You saw him. You saw how he walked right out in front of me. Gil, he... He's dead. No. He is. We got to get out of here. You what? Before someone sees us. Come on. Are you crazy? We can't. Come on. Gil, my arm, you're hurting me. Get in the car. Gil, stop! Oh, Gil! We can't run away like this. We can't! Darling, can I have some more coffee? Pam. Hmm? Coffee. Where's your cup? Pam! What? Not in the saucer, dear. In the cup. Oh, I'm sorry. What the devil is so interesting in the newspaper? Jerry, read this story. There's one here. A man killed by a hit-skip driver. What about it? Read the story. Paul Calvin, 134 Birch Drive, Manhattan, was fatally injured last night in a hit-and-run accident. Calvin was struck down while crossing Miller Street near Harkness Boulevard. Jerry, that's only six blocks from Jules Restaurant. So? Well, listen to this. An occupant of an apartment on Miller Street witnessed the accident and described the death car as a gray convertible with New York license plates and occupied by a man and woman. Well, I still don't see what the... Jerry, that man last night, that prize fighter, he was driving a gray convertible. Oh, for heaven's sakes, Pam, there are thousands of gray convertibles. All within six blocks of Jules Restaurant? And all occupied by a man and a woman? And another thing, that Henry Manor's been drinking? Yes, but, oh, Pam, dear, this is nothing but a coincidence. Maybe so, but I think we should call the police. No. Jerry, please. At least call Bill Wigand. Bill is out of town and won't be back until noon. How do you know? Well, because he's meeting me at my office and we're having lunch. Then talk to him, then. Pam, this is Richard. Please, darling. Okay, dear. On one condition. What? I'll speak to Bill at lunch. If you'll please let me finish my breakfast. Who is it? Oh. Oh. Oh, I've been trying to call you. Where have you been? Have you seen the newspapers? Yeah, yeah. Gil, we've got to go to the police. Laura. Oh, please, Gil. Are you out of your head? But this is wrong, Gil. You want me to go to prison? Oh, you know I don't, but, Gil, you killed a man. I didn't mean to, did I? It was an accident, wasn't it? But the police will find you. They won't. Look, Laura, the car wasn't hurt. Just a headlight broken, that's all. If I can have that fixed, then the police won't know a thing. If you don't tell them. Oh, but, Gil. Listen, we'll go away, Laura. I'll, I'll take that job at Hillcrest. You'll quit fighting? Yeah. You mean it? Yes, Laura. We'll get married right away by a little house near the college. Oh, honey, I'm not asking for myself. I mean that. It's for us, us, our whole life together. All right, Gil. Oh, Laura. But you've got to tell Marty Dan that you're through fighting as of today. I will. We'll go see him together, right now. Oh, Laura. Gee, I love you. Oh, but, Gil. Oh, everything's going to be all right, honey. You'll see. We're going to be happy. Oh, sure. Come on, let's go see Marty. The car is parked down in the alley. Oh, Gil. Marty. Hello, Gil. Good morning, Miss Evans. Hi. Just on my way down to see you, Marty. I know. You know? The transom. Better close it, Gil. Close it. How much did you hear? I don't know. What? What are you going to do? Oh, I don't know, Gil. What I just heard was a big shock. But I haven't had time to think it through yet. You're in a terrible spot, Gil. Oh, now look, Marty. An awful spot. And like I say, I just got to think about it. But offhand, I'd say what I do depends on what you do. What do you mean? Well, Miss Evans, I mean that you tell Gil he won't say anything if he quits fighting. Well? So I'm just sort of thinking out loud. You understand? I guess the thing for me to say is that if he does quit, I will tell the police. What? Gil, come here. Look, I've invested a lot of money in Gil, Miss Evans. Yes, and you've got it back. But I don't invest money just to get it back. I invest to make a profit. Hey, wait a minute. Who you calling? Jaby. You've got a lot of work to do to get in shape for Sailor Bell. He's not going to fight. Oh, he'll fight. And you're in love with him, and you won't talk. I wouldn't count on that. No? Well, I would. Yes? Oh, yeah, send him in. And now let's see. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. And now let's see. Hello? Jerry. Oh, Pam. Darling, what time are you meeting Bill for lunch? Hi, Jerry. He's here now. Just a minute, Bill. Right. And we're going around the corner to have... Jerry, you can't. Huh? Well, Pam, what's the matter? Darling, it is. It is? Yes. It is what? The car. Car? The one that killed that man, Gil Henry's car. I know it's the one. Oh, Pam. It's parked in the alley behind his hotel, the MacGowell's, drawn in 70 seconds. Darling, will you please... And the left headlight is broken, and you've got to get over here with Bill right away, or he'll be in trouble. Yeah, but... hello? Pam, hello? Oh, hang up. What's this all about, Jerry? Well, I'm not quite sure, Bill, but I hope you had a big breakfast, because it looks like we'll be skipping lunch. What do you think, Gil? Will Laura talk? Of course she will. I asked Gil. Oh, I don't know. I don't think I care. Ah, come on, kid, now don't... What did she say when she left here? Nothing. She just left. Will you stop worrying about the day, Gabby? You've got enough to worry about getting Gil into shape for the sale act. Now, look, Gil, you said your car wasn't hurt bad, just the headlight broken, huh? Yeah. Now, where is the car? In the alley. Okay, now you give me the keys, and I'll take care of it. Gabby? You and Gil grab a cab back to the gym. Ah. What's the matter, Gabby? You don't look happy. I didn't know the mess Gil's in was supposed to be funny. Gil isn't in any mess as long as he goes on fighting and doesn't ever change managers. See you at the gym. What did he mean by that crack about not changing managers? He thinks I'm after your contract. You? And he's right. I was. How'd you think he could get it away from me? Ah, I had some angles, but I guess I can forget them. Funny. I've been in this game 30 years. All that time I got a picture in my mind of the kind of a boy I'd like to have all to myself. Train him. Manage him. Teach him all I know and bring him along slow and easy. Pick the spots. Just the right fight at the right time. And then I finally see him and... Ah, what's the use of talking? After what's happened, Marty Dan owns you from the ground up, and you'll wind up a tank town bum instead of a champ. Unless Marty suddenly drops dead. Oh, there are they. What in the world is taking them so long to... Who's that? Oh, Golly, he's taking the car. I've got to stop him. Wait, you there, stop. Something wrong, lady? What are you doing in that car? Well, what is it to you? Get out. What? You heard me. No, just a minute. That isn't your car. No? No. Okay, so what happens, I belong to a friend of mine, I'm in a hurry. So let go of the door, huh? You're staying here until my husband... Okay then, lady, then you've got to let go. But I hope you can run fast. Oh, God. No! Oh, come back here. You come back. Pam! Jerry! Oh, come on, go. Pam, darling, are you hurt? I'm all right. Help me up. Ouch. Oh, what is it, darling? Well, I sat down so hard and my... Well, never mind what, but it hurts. What happened, Pam? Some man drove off in Gil Henry's car. Yeah, but how did you find out the car was here? I called that man, you know, the sports writer on the Chronicle, and asked him where Gil Henry lived, and then I came over here, saw the car, and telephoned you. Well, Pam, I ought to take you over my knee and spank you for barging off on your own like this. Oh, please, Jerry, don't say things like that. Remember where I hurt. The gym's on the second floor, Bill. Yeah. In here. Mm-hmm. Gollies, I hope Gil Henry's here. Well, since he wasn't at his hotel, chances are this is where we'll find him. Who do you suppose the man was that took the car? Your guess is as good as mine, Henry. How much is the ticket there, folks? Missions four bits apiece. Is Gil Henry here? Yeah, he'll probably be working out. He'll be back in a half or three. I've got our ticket right here. Huh? Oh, police. Homicide. Huh? Yes, sir. Where can I find Gil Henry? Oh, in our locker room, I guess. You and Pam wait here, Jerry. Okay, Bill. Locker room straight ahead, Lieutenant. Homicide. Oh, we'd better find Gabby. Oh, excuse me. What? Oh, oh, sure. Here's a chair, Pam. Would you like to sit down? Yes, but I think I'd be more comfortable standing up. Okay. What the? Jerry, that was a scream. Yeah, it came from in there. Come on. Oh, Jerry. On the floor, look. That's the girl we saw with Gil Henry last night. She looks like she's fainted. Yeah, but what made her scream? She must have... Pam. What? Lying behind the desk. Darling, that is the man who took the car. Don't touch him, Pam. He's dead. There's a knife in his back. There he is, Gabby. Okay, Sammy, beat it. Oh, sure. Anything I can do for you? What? I'm Gabby Pegan, Gil Henry's trainer. Lieutenant Wagon, homicide. You know where Henry is? That character at the ticket window. Sammy Burke. Said he'd be in here in the locker room. I thought he was here. What do you want to see him about? Is there a way out of here except through the gym and out the front entrance? Yeah, but why would Gil... Just answer the question. There's a door to a fire escape back of the showers. Look, Lieutenant, what's this office... Hey, Bill. Jerry, what's the matter? Murder. What? Yeah, in the office right next to the stairway. Some guy with a paper knife in his back. Marty. Who? That's Marty's office. Marty Dan. He owns the gym. He's Gil's manager. Come on, let's have a look. All right, Miss Evans. You say you came into the office, saw Marty Dan dead and screamed and fainted. Yes. What'd you come to see him about? Well... Nothing. Answer the question, Miss Evans. She doesn't have to answer. You keep quiet, Pegan. Does it have anything to do with the accident, Miss Evans? What accident? What are you talking about? The hit and run accident. What with nothing. It wasn't important. So unimportant that you can't even remember what it was, huh? All right, Miss Evans, let's try another one. You know why anyone would want to kill Marty Dan? No. Pegan? No. Okay, you two wait here. Pam and Jerry, you can go along if you want to. That's all right, Bill. We'll stay. Suit yourself. I'm going to see if the medical examiner... Lieutenant. Yeah, Donahue. There's Sergeant Blaine from the local precinct outside. Came up here looking for Marty Dan and Gabby Keegan. Why? Says Gil Henry walked into the station house about an hour ago and gave himself up. Gave himself up? That's what he says. On a hit and run charge. Oh, no. Oh, no! Miss Evans! He didn't! He couldn't have! Oh, no! No, no, no. Take it easy. Take it easy. Take it easy. Pam, see if you can get her quieted down, will you? Yes, Bill. Well, Donahue, I want to talk to Sergeant Blaine. And I want you along, too, Keegan. Oh, Gil. Gil! Here, let's try to get her laid down on the couch, ma'am. Darling, do you suppose the medical examiner is seeing Marty Dan's office? Yeah, I guess so. Well, go get him. Maybe he can give me something to quiet her. Yeah, okay. This door's locked. Go out the other way and run through the gym. Hurry! Nothing, Miss Evans. Locked. But that's not right. It isn't from the other side. Miss Evans! What? Oh, nothing. Why are you looking at me like that? I'd better go out. Oh, no. Get away from that door. Not until I know what you're thinking. Don't be a fool, Miss Evans. You can't get out of this office. You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? You think I killed Marty Dan? Don't you? I know you did. That door over there is locked from the other side. And now this one's locked, too. So the only way you could have gone into Marty Dan's office is through the door from the gym. But if you'd have gone into his office when you said you did, my husband and I would have seen you. You didn't scream and faint as soon as you saw Marty Dan. He was alive when you walked into his office. Yes. And you killed him then? Yes. And you screamed and pretended to faint? Yes, yes, yes. Yes, I killed him. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. I don't care if he's alive or not. You were lucky to get up. Jerry, you know what happened to me when Marty Dan took Gil Henry's car. Oh yes, you bruised your... So if I can't sit down and I can't stand up, what am I going to do with the rest of me? Pam and Jerry are sure to have more exciting adventures next week. Listen in, won't you? There's always mystery well sprinkled with humor on Mr. and Mrs. Norah. This is the United States Armed Forces radio service. The United States Armed Forces radio service. The United States Armed Forces radio service.
