Sign it.
You. You witness it.
You, check for spelling errors.
All right, Cooper. Get that stuff in there.
How many "I's" in legally?
You may have a fighter, Kelly,
but you'll never get a fight.
We got this town sewn up
tighter than a floozy's skirt.
We'll see about that, Cooper.
Well, gentlemen,
it's been a nice afternoon.
Hope we can do it again
some other time.
I'm free Wednesdays.
This guy's more trouble than he's worth.
I want him knocked off!
My plan was working.
I was now Buddy Briggs' manager.
But I still had no way to connect
Cooper and Martin with the murder.
I got a call from Olson.
The lab had come up with something.
So you see, Katie,
when I throw this switch,
the electrical current
from the power source
is able to continue
its journey to its final destination.
In our case, the light bulb.
- All set then?
- I guess so, Mr Olson.
Here we go.
- Hi, Frank. Ed.
- Yeah.
Why don't you run along now, Katie?
And next week
remember to bring three things
from your mother's dresser.
Thanks, Mr Olson. Bye.
Anything on the Mike Schultz case?
The dead boxer?
- Well, there weren't many clues.
- Any prints?
No, but we found some whiskers.
Take a look in here.
Facial hair.
- Yep.
- Hair is like fingerprints.
No two follicles are alike.
The strand on the left
belongs to Schultz.
The one on the right
was found near his body.
So, whoever belongs
to that whisker is our killer.
- Have you identified him?
- Yes.
It belongs to him.
Luca Burnett was a five-time loser
who was working for Montague Martin.
Now I knew who was responsible
for the murder.
But I needed someone
who wasn't afraid to talk.
The next step
was to work on Buddy Briggs.
- Hi, Buddy.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm your new manager.
- Look, buster,
I don't know who you are
or what you're trying to pull,
- but I work for Cooper.
- Not anymore.
And you don't go in the tank
anymore either.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- All right, Buddy, play it stupid.
I don't care. You hear me?
I don't wanna end up dead
in some locker room.
Now get out!
Mary.
Mary, why aren't you at waitress school?
Mary.
You've been drinking again,
haven't you?
- You're a bum!
- Mary.
The only money you've ever earned
is by throwing fights.
You're not the man I married.
- How can you say that?
- Because here's the man I married.
Mary, I love you.
I'm trying to give you
all the things you never had.
A decent home, a decent life,
your own synagogue.
You're never gonna
give me those things,
and you know why?
'Cause you got no guts.
You're scared of Martin and Cooper.
They own you.
- Nobody owns Buddy Briggs! Nobody!
- Don't lie to me!
Every big fight
you've ever been in, you've taken a dive.
And you know what?
You could've been somebody.
You could've been a contender
instead of a bum,
which is what you are.
Muffin.
Buddy, I'm here to help you.
Now, do you think
you can beat the Champ?
- I can take him blindfolded.
- What if he's not blindfolded?
I can still beat him.
I believe you.
That's why I won you in the poker game.
You fight on the up-and-up,
you'll be able to
look in the mirror and see a winner.
You've been living
in the dumps too long, pal.
I'm gonna help you and Mary
get out of this sewer. Come on.
All right, Buddy,
now, you meet me tomorrow
at Maury's Bar on Prospect.
I'm gonna get you a fight
with the Champ.
- How are you gonna do that?
- You leave that to me.
Buddy.
- What'll it be?
- Screwdriver.
- Anything to drink?
- No, thank you.
Hey, Kelly.
Sure are a lot
of photographers here tonight.
Yeah, I know.
Is Cooper and Martin here?
Yeah. They're sitting at the table
with a couple of tramps.
I think it's time to go and meet Mr Big.
His name's Mr Martin.
Well...
Hey, Cooper,
you calling any bluffs lately?
If it isn't Mr Kelly.
It's the guy I was telling you about,
the guy who manages
Lorne Greene and Johnny Cash.
Go powder your