Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

Thank you. All right, all right.

Hi.

Look like you're hurt.

Look, I'm happy.

Let me see you pound the mat and scream.

Now, go ahead and do it.

Okay, Mr. Chase. How is this? How is that, Mr. Sheet? You sound like Tarzan with a toothache. Now, practice that night. Yeah, sure. All right, both you wrestlers. Now get at it again. Okay. Hold it, you Mops, hold it. Yeah, Joe.

Your apartment's here.

He's got that little restroom with him in your office. Oh, thanks. Take a rest, you, A. Then we'll work out a little more. All right. Stick around, Joe. I'll need you later. Okay. Hello, Henry. How are you, Bill? Well, here he is. How'd you think of him, huh?

That's not a man, that's a mountain.

He's never wrestled with anything but hey, but I think we can make a champion out of him. His name is tiny, of course. That's right. We'll fill him as tiny mountain. Oh, that's great. Yeah, that's all right. How are you, son? How old are you? Oh, about 22. I ain't sure. I'm sure that in a little while you'll beat every Matt monkey in captivity. Even Stretcher Lewis. Oh, he's a cinch to beat Lewis. But Stretcher's manager isn't going to like it. Now, you know John Farber, Bill. He'd do anything to stop someone spoiling his meal ticket.

I guess that's right.

Maybe we ought to stop him before he starts to stop us.

Now meet Dick Calmer as Boston Blackie.

Enemy to those who make him an enemy.

Friend to those who have no friend.

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