Cry Foul AFRS

Ain't calling no cops. Studs! Studs! Let go! Now put it down, or I'll... No! Mr. and Mrs. Nord, starring Barbara Britain and Richard Deming. Listen as Pam and Jerry solve the mystery. Cry foul. Sooner or later, anybody who wants to see Greenwich Village as the village sees itself goes to victors.

It's a place of cigarette haze, music, candlelight, and wine. A place where every man should go at least once with his best girl or favorite wife. Would you like another brandy and coffee darling? Oh no, Jerry.

You've already paid the check. Let's go, huh? OK. It is pretty late. And I'm dead. Let's have the... Blizz. Besides for the lady... You haven't answered me as much as... Oh, oh, no thanks. Just one left, only a fella.

Oh, thanks. But my wife and I were just leaving. I could just sell a glass one. I could go home too. Well, thanks anyway. Hey, wait a minute, fella. Oh, haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Me? Huh? Oh, I don't think so, mister. Wait! Sure, sure I have your studs McGowan! Yeah. Yeah, I'm McGowan. Well, I'll be studs McGowan. I don't think I know you, mister. My name's North. Jerry North. And this is my wife.

Pam, meet one of the greatest middleweights that ever lived. Studs McGowan. How do you do, Mr McGowan? The last time I saw you, let's see... What was 1938 against Aesmaran? I saw that fight. Oh, just about every other brought you ever had in New York.

Jack Nemo, Benny Tucker, Kid Tornado. That kid, who? He was a good boy. Turk-lassin, Lefty Havana. You really saw all in fight. Three-one from the last row of the last balcony most of the time, but I was there.