Abbott and Costello Meet the Invisible Man Page #6

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we'll be into fifteen grand.

We promised Tommy.

Sure, sure.

He promised to be here.

Did he show up? Yeah.

That's what I'm trying to tell

you. I heard you telling him.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I thought you ran out on us.

Doc had me tied in his lab.

I broke the straps.

Are you guys

gonna play on my side...

or does Louie the Looper

want to fight Rocky by himself?

I'm on your side,

Tommy.

My heart's in the right place

and I wanna keep it there.

When we get in the ring,

I'll do the pitching.

As long as I don't do

any catching.

Semifinal's over.

Let's go.

Come on, champ.

Follow me!

Chest out,

stomach in.

I said,

"stomach in"!

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the main attraction...

ten rounds of boxing.

Introducing at 160 pounds...

the leading contender

for the middleweight crown...

Rocky Hanlon!

In this corner,

that new sensation...

Louie the Looper!

Morgan.

We still got a chance

to change our minds.

I'd rather argue with Tommy than

try and outrun Morgan's bullets.

I'm gonna lay down

without sayin' my prayers.

What are you guys whispering

about? W-W-We were...

We were what?

We were saved

by the bell.

Your referee,

Frankie Van.

I want a

good, clean fight.

We ought to clean up. Every

dollar the syndicate has...

is riding on The Looper

not going five rounds.

When I say, "break,"

I want you to break clean.

Now shake hands.

Go to your corners and

come out fighting at the bell.

Feint at his chin, Lou.

I'll do the rest.

Sit down.

Fight's on.

No-no-no. Over there!

Believe me, folks.

There'll be an investigation.

I'll swear there

wasn't a blow struck.

He never touched you. What are

you doing? You told me to faint.

Get up, get up!

Eight... nine.

Wait! That's no fair

hitting there.

If you're trying

to throw this fight...

I'll hold you up for ten rounds

and let him cut you to ribbons!

Now get up!

Five... six.

Do as I told you. Okay,

Tommy, I'll be good.

Tommy?

Tommy he calls me.

Hearing the birdies

already, pal?

Either these old eyes are failing or

that boy hits like greased lightning.

Go to your corner.

One... two...

Go to your corner.

three...

four...

five...

six...

seven...

eight...

nine.

Left jab.

Left jab.

Left jab! Left jab!

Right cross.

Go to your corner.

Did you deliver that money? Sure, boss.

Tommy, let me finish

him off, will ya?

I can do it!

Grr!

Eight... nine.

Oh!

Ooo!

Tommy, I didn't see

what I was doing.

Go to your corner.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five...

six...

seven...

eight...

nine.

Tommy,

will you get up?

Open your eyes

before he closes mine.

Watch where you're

punching. Are you kidding?

Rocky,

knock him out!

The first round ends. I'm Frank

to say that I don't get it.

Get up there!

Every punch Rocky gets

shortens my life.

What about my life?

Let me handle this.

Sure! Look at the condition of

the guy in that other corner.

What's the matter?

Rocky, what's the matter?

There's something phony

about this.

Get over to

Rocky's corner.

He hits from nowhere

and hard!

I can feel

the guy's knuckles.

It's like I'm fighting

two guys!

I keep hearing voices

like someone's talking to him.

Hearin' voices, eh?

That's bad.

I wonder what

they're up to.

Yeah.

So do I.

Rocky's been hit so hard,

he's hearing voices.

Every one ofThe Looper's

punches has been short.

I told you we couldn't

trust those two guys.

- Get me the torpedo.

- Yes, boss.

Okay, Tommy...

here's where we

ring down the curtain.

One... two... three...

Tommy? Tommy? Start punching.

Four... five.

Tommy? Tommy?

One... two...

three...

what are you doing?

I'm smellin'. It's poor

English, but you sure do!

Seven...

- eight... nine.

- Tommy?

Hey, Bud,

throw in the towel.

It's too dirty.

Besides, you're doing great.

He hasn't laid a glove on you.

Keep your eye on the referee.

Somebody in there's cloutin' me. Six...

seven... eight...

What's wrong, boss? I'm not sure.

Tell Milt to get into

a cop's uniform.

If those guys try

to pull anything...

we'll give 'em the

same treatment we gave O'Hara.

Louie the Looper has again

been knocked for a loop.

The bell saved him. He'll never

come out for the next round.

Atta, boy.

You're doing great.

You're doing swell.

Stop stalling and give him

the smelling salts.

Uh-oh.

He blew his top!

Come on, Lou.

Snap out of it!

Tommy, you're here!

Yeah.

Good. You fight him.

I'm tired.

Get in and

make it look good!

Louie looks like

he's out on his feet...

but he's managing to avoid

Rocky's punches.

Rocky's swinging wild.

One... two...

three... four.

Right cross.

Left cross.

Right cross.

Right to the stomach.

Upper cut.

One...

Milt all set?

Yes.

Let's go.

Stay where you are.

Seven... eight...

nine...

ten!

I'll see you guys later. But, Tommy?

Let's get out. No. The press

boys wanna shoot my picture.

And Morgan's boys wanna shoot

me. Let's get outta here.

Be sure nobody comes into

that dressing room...

except Louie

and his manager.

Same as last time.

You sure look pretty

in that cop's uniform.

I hope my mother

don't see me.

Lou, Bud, where is he?

He said he'd see us later.

I found the reagent.

We've got to get him.

You better or you're gonna have

two more patients.

Doctor, let's the three of us

have a fireside chat.

About what? Oh, let's say arithmetic.

Every time I add up you two

with those two guys...

the correct answer comes

out Tommy Nelson. Really?

Yeah, really.

I don't know how it was done...

but if you think that I think Louie

the Looper knocked out Rocky Hanlon...

you must think that I am a fool!

You have the correct answer.

That's what I say.

Hey, wait a minute, Doc.

Are we glad

you're here!

Morgan's a crook

and so is his whole gang!

But we're safe as long as

you're here. Don't worry.

Morgan won't be going

in your dressing room.

Where are you going? The

Looper's dressing room.

It's urgent. Nobody's allowed inside...

but The Looper

and his manager.

Wait a minute. You wait a minute.

Boy, I'm glad the cop

was outside the door.

I'm not scared anymore. A cop didn't

save O'Hara from getting the works...

or Tommy from

going tojail.

But they can't give me

the hot seat 'til you're dead...

which won't

be long now.

I've got one

thing in my favor.

Morgan don't know that we know

how he framed Tommy Nelson.

And he don't know that

we're private detectives!

He does now.

Neither of you will get a

chance to tell the cops anything.

Let's talk this over.

There's no...

This is the payoff,

Morgan.

Who's talkin'?

Tommy Nelson.

I'm taking you

to the cops.

Not as long as

this gun's in my hand.

Get the gun, Lou.

Confess that you framed me

or I'll break your arm!

Come on, Morgan,

talk! Talk!

Play smart

and confess.

Okay, Tommy,

I got him covered.

Tommy? Huh? Let him have it.

Let him have it. Oh, no! Okay.

All right, Tommy Nelson,

or whatever you are...

the minute you touch me,

he gets it.

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