The Ted Ebberly Murder Case

You're Ross Locke? That's right. You're police. You got a reason to come around this time of night? My wife and I were just going to sleep. You were in a place earlier tonight a bar on 139th, 5th, 7th. There's a lot of bars on that street.

There's an alley behind this one where a man was beaten to death. Nobody at all, honey. You just go back to sleep. Said a man was beaten to death. A man who invited you out into an alley. The shoe salesman named the Ted Abberley. Oh yeah.

Honey, Janie, I gotta go out for a while honey. Don't you wait up for me, you hear? Alright, let's go, huh? Quietly. We'll waken everybody in the house. Sit over there, Ross.

This is Detective Mugwen. Hi, Ross. Now we all know each other. That's right. We're gonna get along too, aren't we, Ross? Sure, sure, anything you say. Tom, you're a fighter, Ross. Welter, good one. Muggerman here is quite a fight fan.

I just mentioned your name to him. You mean all about it? Sure. Every time you hit the garden, that was me in the aisle seat, third row. You had class, real class. Danny? Yeah? How many times have I told you about this boy?

How many times a week I ask myself, why are a boy like Ross quits, resigns from the field? A champ with crowbars in his face. Why ask yourself, why not ask me? All right, Ross.

I'm asking. Fighting? That's not their way, not for me, the other boys. I know all the reasons why they fight, all the reasons. But me, I'm a butch for you, Russ. I make models. Model?