Here Comes Mr. Jordan Page #9

Look, I'm losing weight.

Hey, Joe, you ain't on the end

of the old sax, are you?

Come on, Joe, who are you now?

Give me a break, will you?

Oh, come on. Give me a break, will you?

Corkle, exactly what do you think

you're doing?

- Looking for Joe.

- Who's Joe?

- He might be anybody. I don't know.

- Maybe we'd better call the psychopathic.

Corkle, are you going to shut up

and sit down?

Okay, but if Joe or his pal Jordan

are around here, I'm gonna find them.

Wait a minute.

Just who is this Jordan?

He's the guy that put Joe

in Farnsworth's body.

- I warned you about that goofy talk, Corkle.

- All right. All right.

Well, when you last saw him

what was he doing?

He was arguing with some guy from heaven.

Well, that's what you'll be doing

if you don't stop this clowning.

Clowning? After what I've been through?

And what do I end up with? 40% of a ghost.

That's 40% of nothing.

And I can't even find that.

Sorry, Max.

Inspector Williams,

we'll accomplish nothing here.

I can only repeat

that my husband's disappearance...

is neither mysterious

nor does it surprise me in the least.

When you consider his actions

for several weeks previous...

giving away his money,

planning on entering prizefighting.

- He was obviously insane.

- He was nothing of the kind.

I knew him better than any of you.

- He was fine and generous.

- Don't cry, Bette.

I can explain those tears, Inspector.

The last time I spoke to Mr. Farnsworth,

he told me that he loved Miss Logan...

that he wanted to marry her,

and asked me to divorce him.

I see.

Aha!

You can say "aha" again.

It won't get you anywhere.

Quiet. Miss Logan.

If he were alive,

you feel sure he'd communicate with you?

- I know he would.

- You bet I would.

Look, for the last time,

you think you're hunting for Farnsworth...

and you're really hunting for Joe.

- Farnsworth's dead.

- I knew it.

In fact, if you wanna know...

he was drowned in the bathtub by his wife

and that guy there six weeks ago.

- You're mad.

- Hold it.

So, Mr. Farnsworth was drowned

in his bathtub, huh?

Yes.

- Six weeks ago?

- Right.

- But he's only been missing three weeks.

- I don't care. That's what he told me.

- Who told you?

- Joe... Farnsworth.

Just when did he tell you this?

Before or after he was drowned?

- After.

- After.

- Get hold of him, boys, he's violent.

- What?

What's the matter with you guys?

Let go of me.

Inspector Williams, he was murdered.

I'm sure of it.

Well, then, where's the body?

- Where did they put me, Mr. Jordan?

- In the basement refrigerator.

All right, boys.

Well, how about some suggestions, Corkle?

You've got a lot of ideas

about everything else.

- Where's the body?

- Ask them.

I will.

Well?

Why, naturally, we cut it up,

stuffed it in a trunk...

- flew it out over the Atlantic...

- Stop it! Stop it!

They're killing her, Mr. Jordan.

I can't stand it.

- Then let's leave, Joe. Take your saxophone.

- What, leave Bette?

- Well, the fight's about to begin.

- But I can't walk out on her this way.

- Wait a minute, will it be on the radio?

- It's on now.

Well, then I can hear it.

I'd like to ask you a few questions,

Mr. Abbott.

That's your privilege.

You say you last saw him down here when

Miss Logan arrived with those papers?

That's correct, Inspector.

- How can I turn it on?

- Mr. Corkle will...

- if you'll concentrate on him.

- Yeah?

Max, turn on the radio.

Max, turn on the radio.

Max, you turn on that radio.

Go on, Max. Go ahead.

Max.

... fighting with his left, getting the range.

Gilbert misses a right,

Murdock comes back...

- Corkle, turn off that radio.

- Yeah?

Well, you kept me from seeing the fight,

dragging me over here...

- but I'm going to listen.

...another one.

Murdock wades in.

Gilbert goes into a clinch.

The referee has them apart.

Gilbert misses with the left.

Murdock throws a right to Gilbert's head.

A left to the body and a right to the body.

Murdock is crowding Gilbert into the ropes.

He shoots over a right cross.

There's a hard left jolt to the chin.

Another right, another left.

Lightning punches

that hit their mark like bullets.

Gilbert shoots one high to Murdock's head,

but it glances off.

Murdock comes back

with a right and left to the body.

- Gilbert...

- That Murdock's a great fighter, Joe...

and you know it in your heart,

you'd even like to be like him.

Who, me?

Another right to the head.

Gilbert swings wild.

Murdock! Murdock's staggered,

and all of a sudden Murdock's quit.

I don't get it. Gilbert didn't even touch him.

That wild punch only grazed...

- What could have happened?

...the side of Murdock's head.

- What's going on here?

- I don't believe it.

Murdock was going like a buzz saw.

Why should he fold?

He was shot, Joe.

Gilbert is belting him all over the ring.

- Shot?

- By gamblers from the ringside...

because he wouldn't throw the fight.

He told them and Lefty

that he would throw it.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have given him

a chance at the championship...

- but once he got in the ring...

- So they shot him.

Murdock keeps stumbling and weaving.

Murdock,

one of the cleanest guys in the game.

And Gilbert is swarming all over him,

cutting him to ribbons.

He's down, Murdock's down.

He finally dropped.

- He's dead.

- Dead?

- I wish I could finish that fight for him.

- You can, Joe.

- You mean, I could take Murdock's...

- We've just got time to make it. Come.

Three, four, five...

six, seven, eight, nine.

He's up at the count of nine. Murdock is up.

Full of fight.

One minute, lying there like a dead man.

Now on his feet like a dynamo. It's amazing.

And Gilbert's down. The referee's counting.

One, two, three, four...

five, six, seven...

eight, nine. You're out.

- What a scrap.

- The winner and new champion:

Ralph Murdock.

This fight, ladies and gentlemen,

will go down in history...

as one of the most sensational encounters

of all times.

What's that Murdock's taking off

of the ring post in his corner?

A saxophone.

- What?

- Imagine that.

I didn't notice it there before.

Saxophone? It's gone.

It was right here. I touched it. He took it.

He was in this room.

- Corkle, what's come over you now?

- That was Joe.

That was Farnsworth.

- Mr. Corkle, what do you mean?

- I mean that, that was Joe Farnsworth.

Joe, that you're nuts about. He was here.

- Corkle, will you pull yourself together?

- Let me out of here.

- Where are you going?

- I'm following that saxophone.

Grab him, boys!

Greatest fight of your life, K.O.

I'm proud of you.

- Give us a statement, Murdock.

- All right, boys. All right, all right, now.

Get them out of here, will you?

Get the mob out of here.

- Yes, you'll get the story, yes.

- You're champ, K.O.

- This guy, Murdock, is the best.

- I'll say you are.

Not me. Murdock.

- How did this get in the ring?

- Here, give me that.

- You didn't have it when you climbed in.

- I always have that at all my fights.

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