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a friend of his called Lamont he must write to.

This here Lamont's in the motor supply business

in something he called "the loop."

- Good evening, sir.

- Good evening.

- The usual?

- If you please.

- It's good to have you back in London, sir.

- Thank you, Charles.

Good evening.

Uh-oh.

I beg your pardon. Does this wallet

belong to one of you gentlemen?

Why, no, it doesn't.

- Good evening, Mr. Fabian.

- Good evening, Emil.

Someone must have

dropped this.

- Soon come running for it, no doubt.

- Thank you, Mr. Fabian.

Happened to me once

back in the States.

Traveling from New York to San Francisco,

changed trains in Chicago.

- Darned if I don't lose my wallet.

- No!

Luckily I knew a chap in the loop--

motor supplies. Fella named Lamont.

- Lamont? Did you say Lamont?

- Why, yes.

- You mean Stubby Lamont?

- Why, yes!

- Well, what do you know? We were just talking about him!

- No!

- Oh, wait till I tell Stubby!

- Yes, just wait.

- It's like meeting someone from home.

- It's quite a coincidence.

- Yes! Have a cigarette.

- Yes, have a cigarette.

No, thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

- Been in London long?

- Just two days.

- On business?

- Well, you know.

Yes, I know.

Well, I'm sure your business will be

a great success. Good night, gentlemen.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Say, uh, you boys surely don't plan

to spend the entire evening here.

- Always open to suggestions.

- Yeah!

As a matter of fact, I do know of a place.

- Yeah?

- It's a bit naughty.

But great fun.

Silver Fox.

Private club.

- Private club?

- Here, take my card.

- You'll be well taken care of.

- Thanks. That's swell!

- It's a pleasure. Might see you there.

- Yeah!

When you write to Stubby,

give him my best, will ya?

- You bet!

- Sure! You bet!

- Good night.

- Good night, Harry.

- Good night, gentlemen.

- Good night.-- Good night.

Break his neck, Strangler!

Come on, Strangler!

Uh-oh.

Pardon me. Does this wallet belong

to one of you gentlemen?

Out.

- I beg your pardon.

- Out.

- What do you mean? This is a public place.

- So's the morgue. Move.

Well, evidently

you don't know who I am.

Mr. Kristo don't like club touts

hustling suckers in his arena. Get out!

- Pigs! Pigs! Pigs!

- Gregorious!

- Gregorious!

- Let 'em hear! Pigs! Come on.

Why, that--

that's Gregorious!

- Who?

- Finest wrestler the world's ever known.

Papa, please.

Where are you going?

Is it for this you brought me

from Athens? This circus?

What have you done to wrestling?

Do you think I'd permit Nikolas

to wrestle with such filth?

Now, now, now,

take it easy, old boy-

You do not talk like that

to my father. Get out!

For this I do not

thank you, my son.

Please, Papa,

listen to me.

You must understand

that times have changed.

Tastes, people--

everything changes.

Tomorrow morning

I'll take you and Nikolas to Liverpool.

Tomorrow

I go back to Athens.

See here!

I demand my money!

How dare you call this

filthy exhibition wrestling?

- I beg your pardon.

- I demand my money back.

- Easy on. Easy on. Where's your ticket?

- It's right here.

Disgusting.

I've never witnessed such a spectacle.

No.

No, it can't be.

You're not Gregorious.

- Gregorious the Great.

- You see, Nikolas?

There are people

who do not forget great wrestling.

Forget? Forget the greatest wrestler

the world has ever known?

I was just a kid, but how can one

ever forget your glorious struggle...

- with, uh, uh--

- Heiterschmidt?

Heiterschmidt!

Yes, of course! Heiterschmidt!

- I thank you, young man.

- I thank you, sir.

- My name is Harry Fabian.

- This is Nikolas.

- A fine-looking lad.

- Thanks.

Uh, do you suppose you could

pin a man like the Strangler, say?

- Yes.

- Oh.

Strangler?

Nikolas

pin 10 Stranglers...

all in same ring,

same time.

Well-- Well, yes,

I should think he could!

I would consider it a great honor if you

and Nikolas would have a drink with me.

Mr. Fabian,

you're a fine young man. I like you.

We'll drink to your great contemporary,

Heiterschmidt.

Young man,

you are too charming.

- Very well, young man.

- Fine. Fine.

You know, I have

a strange feeling...

that our meeting tonight

is, uh--

- Well, we'll talk over our drinks.

- Yeah, all right.

- Raise your elbow

- Raise your elbow! Raise your elbow!

Down she goes

Here's to La France

Here's to champagne

Empty your glass

Fill it again

Here's to the Frenchmen who knew

What to do with the grapes

that he grew

Here's to the sun

ripening the vine

Here's to the bottles

Holding the wine

Drink till the daylight

is dawning

Here's to

Tomorrow morning

- Like it, my love?

- Yes.

Yes, it's nice.

Thank you, Phil.

I've long thought it

appropriate...

that the wife of the owner

of the Silver Fox...

should wear

silver fox.

Not only generous,

but a sense of humor.

Then you won't mind rewarding

my generosity and wit...

with a kiss?

Yes, I--

I do have need

of humor, don't I?

Phil! Phil!

Phil. I hit it.

I hit it, I hit it, I hit it!

Hundreds! Thousands!

A fortune! Fabian Promotions!

Here, now.

What's all this?

- Wrestling. All-in wrestling.

- Eh?

I hold in the palm of my hand the means to

control wrestling in all London!

- Control wrestling?

- In all London.

- You?

- Me.

Dear fellow,

have you ever heard of a citizen called Kristo?

Know what I got in here, Phil?

Kristo!

No, you don't understand.

I've got Kristo where I want him.

Gregorious. See?

I've got Gregorious.

Oh, dear boy,

you'll be the death of me!

Listen, Phil! Hear me out! I've got Kristo stopped!

Gregorious-- Kristo's his son.

Don't you see?

Gregorious'll protect me from Kristo.

I only need a few hundred quid.

Just listen to me! You give me 400 quid,

I'll make you a rich man!

- Make me a rich m--

- Throw him out. Throw him out!

Oh! No.

Mustn't be unkind

to the dear boy.

I haven't laughed

so much in years!

You, big businessman,

Mr. Financial Wizard.

Do you know what it means

to earn 400 quid?

Let me see you

get it.

Get 300. 200.

Yes, why don't you get 200 of your own

and put it on that desk?

My husband will match it.

Right, Phil?

That's right.

Put 200 in and I'll match it.

All right, I'll get it! I'll get twice,

three times 400 and I'll fling it in your face!

Go on! Laugh!

Shake yourself to pieces!

I'll show you both!

I'll show everybody!

I'll be back with 200,

and you match it! I'll show you!

Harry, Harry, Harry. Can't you see

this is checking-out time?

I've got a dozen workers

waiting.

- But you don't understand, Figler. I've got--

- Here. Strap this on.

- You look like a good type for a stump.

- Figler, listen to me--

Harry, apart from my beggars

I'm all alone in the world.

I've got no wife,

no kids, no family.

That's right.

All you need now is these specs.

- You look lovely.

- Look, I've got an angle that can't be beat.

Don't forget to tuck your trouser legs in.

You'll give the game away.

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