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They say they're gonna offer
a big reward for this Halloway.

Ah, it's all a lot of politics.
There ain't no Halloway.

Tonight's episode:

Robert Stack
appears as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Virginia Vincent

and Joe De Santis.

With special guest
star: Cliff Robertson.

Outside the walls of
Lewisburg Federal Prison,

in the state of Pennsylvania,
August 3rd, 1933.

After serving two
years and 17 days

of the life
sentence for his part

in the four-man holdup

of a Federal Reserve
bank shipment,

three-time loser Frank Halloway
was on his way out again.

My leg.

It's broken.

Get the car.

Hey, what are you doing?!

The jailbreak was only step one

towards a
half-million-dollar haul

that had never been recovered.

Now there are only two
ways to cut the melon:

Half to Ed Johnson,

custodian of the fortune,
who had never been caught,

and half to Frank Halloway.

♪ Maybe I'm right
And maybe I'm wrong ♪

♪ Maybe I'm weak
Or maybe I'm strong ♪

♪ But nevertheless
I'm in love... with you ♪

♪ Maybe I'll win
And maybe I'll lose ♪

♪ Maybe I'm in For
crying the blues ♪

♪ But nevertheless... ♪

Charley, what's
my name, Charley?

Say my name.

Say my name, Charley. Mona.

Mona. Mona Valentine.

Now, you ask me.

What's my name, Charley?

What's my...?

Oh, there's my friend Mr. Oates.

He says he's gonna
put the fix on with Marty

so we can win the 500 bucks.

Two hundred and fifty
bucks apiece, Charley.

Charley... what's my name?

Do you like me better
without a part or with?

Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

What are you so grumpy about?

I arranged everything.

You're just getting
rich helping me out.

Look, Dan,

I don't like Halloway
coming here.

This is a clean
joint, I'm worried.

Don't worry.

I don't like pessimists
who talk down.

Talk up. Up, up, up, up.

Did you fix it up for
Mona like I asked you?

Yeah.

They got their five
minutes' rest, heh.

That's paradise to them, huh?

Listen, Dan, I ain't
talked to her yet

about this other thing.

Why not?

W-well, I thought

maybe you could do it better.

Hey, you dunce-head.

I've been seeing that
tomato every night

to personally make sure
she's the right one for the trip.

Now, she's perfect.

I want her.

Now go tell her
before Halloway shows.

What have we got here?

Oh, no, give me
a cigarette, huh?

Thanks.

Anything for you, baby.

Yeah?

Well, when are you gonna get

these other guys
to take the fall?

I can't go much longer
with this Charley.

He's a tired cuckoo.

Don't worry. I'm gonna
arrange it right now.

Then Mr. Oates is gonna send you

on a nice trip to California.

California?

What's the catch?

No catch.

You'll just be
traveling with someone.

Who?

Look, Mona,

this guy is in a
little bit of trouble.

With the cops?

But that don't mean
he ain't a swell fella.

Marty, all I want
is the prize money

from the marathon contest,

so I can enroll me
in a secretarial school

and sit down
the rest of my life.

That's all I want.

Mona, Mr. Oates
himself picked you.

I don't care if President
Roosevelt picked me.

No. You understand? No.

What's going on?

Where?

"Where?"

What are you worrying, "Where?"

Leave the where and how to me.

Did I ever fail you?

Dan, I just talked
to... Shut up, Marty.

I'm in the middle
of explanations.

He's okay.

Marty, meet Mr. Wilson.

So, what it all adds up to,

is I got you all set.

A car with innocent plates.

A brand-new identification

with drivers' license to match.

Twenty-five hundred
dollars in cash

in small bills for expenses.

A list of hideouts
from coast to coast,

which you'll have to
memorize and burn

because it's too
hot for pen and ink.

And a contact in L.A.,

who'll take you to
Johnson and the loot.

Well?

What's your end?

Half of your end.

A hundred and
twenty-five thousand bucks.

Now, look, Frankie,

you don't know the details

it took to put this
package together.

The long-distance calls
alone come to a small fortune.

And here. Here. Come here.

Let me show you the
clothes we got you.

Eh?

I thought of everything.

Shut up. You took 20
grand from me in court.

I got you off a murder rap.

Now, you do exactly as I say

and I'll get you
across the country

to Johnson and the money.

You wanna try it your own way?

Good luck and no hard feelings.

Twenty-five percent.

Now, look, Halloway,

you're naked in the snow.

That's no bargaining position.

Half.

Fifty percent.

There's no chance for
a double-cross either,

because I've got safeguards.

So don't you try anything.

Yeah?

It's Mona.

Are we in business?

Let her in.

You dirty louse.

Come on in, Mona.

Know what he did,
that louse? Mona.

Charley took a fall.

Mona, I want you
to meet Mr. Wilson.

How do?

Mr. Wilson, meet Mrs. Wilson.

No respectable man
travels without his wife.

This is the guy you're gonna
take the trip with, Mona.

All expenses paid
plus 500 bucks.

Five hundred bucks?

Oh, Daniel!

You deserve it, kid.

Hey... don't you
wanna have a look

at your new wife?

Say, he understands
it's a marriage

in name only, don't he? Heh.

He knows you're my girl.

Nothing personal.

Halloway's on his way to Johnson

and a half-million dollars.

But which way is he headed?

Miami.

Baltimore.

Detroit.

Omaha.

Albuquerque.

The underground railway's spread

all over the map like flyspecks.

What about that report
we had on Johnson

this morning from Scranton?

Phony.

The last verified report

concerning the
whereabouts of Ed Johnson

was a year ago from New Orleans.

He could be anyplace by now.

In any case, he'll be going
by underground railway

to get to him.

The underground railway
was not an actual railway,

but a series of stations
around the country

where a criminal
on the lam could eat,

sleep and even make
merry, if he was in the mood.

Organized by smart lawyers,
controlled by top gang leaders

and protected by
certain local politicians,

a hunted man
going in any direction

could travel in
safety and style,

providing he had
the right contacts

and enough money.

The next day, Eliot Ness flew

from Chicago to
Harrisburg with Flaherty.

Ness was well aware

that Halloway's sensitivity
about his ugliness

had kept him remote
and friendless.

There was only one man
who seemed close to him:

the lawyer who defended
him at his trial, Daniel Oates.

Why should Halloway
tell me what his plans are?

My business with him was done

when he got sent up
over two years ago.

You can go now,
miss. I'll hold his hand.

Mali-cue?

She's asking if you
want a manicure.

That's Tuki's hobby, manicuring.

No, thanks. I'm on company time.

After all, a little
manicure wouldn't

constitute a bribe,
Mr. Untouchable.

Very talented young lady.

She doesn't speak English,

but you should see the tricks

she can do with flowers.

Very artistic.

Whose car was waiting

outside the prison for Halloway

the night he got away? Yours?

Bow-wow-wow, you
got the wrong tree, Ness.

Just because I defend
a man for a crime

doesn't make me
his fairy godmother.

I've defended hundreds of them.

The magic is over as
soon as the verdict is in.

I'm leveling with you.

Then why don't I believe you?

Ness, why don't you go
out and spill some booze.

A couple of raids on a
couple of speakeasies

and you'll be fine.

Remember a man
named George Dayton?

You still trying to
pin that on someone?

He was 24 years old,
one of my best men.

A wife and two kids.

Pick it up.

They took that out
of Dayton's heart.

Halloway put it there.

They couldn't prove it in court.

I was there when it happened.

So?

So... Halloway's not going free

to walk on George
Dayton's grave.

Look, I'm all for you.

You guys are
doing a beautiful job.

Ness, my ally,

we're both in the same
business, you and me,

just different
branches, that's all.

We're both out to uphold
the laws of the land.

Heh, what are we arguing about?

Okay, bluenose.

You wanna confiscate this?

I think your bottle's
empty, Mr. Oates.

Ness was convinced
that Daniel Oates

was Halloway's brain and
had planned his itinerary.

He secured a court order,

then assigned
Rossman and Flaherty

to the phone company

to check on all
long-distance calls

recently made by Oates.

What about his home phone?

Home?

August, none.

July?

Oh, Mr. Flaherty. Look at July.

Cincinnati, St.
Louis, Kansas City,

straight through to Los Angeles.

Well, now we're
getting somewhere.

Twenty-two straight
hours of driving.

I feel like a pretzel.

And look at me. I look a mess.

And I'm starved to death.

Couldn't we stop for
a hamburger at least?

We'll stop when I
get to where I'm going.

It ain't catching, you know.

What?

Whatever it is I
got that made you

jump away from me like that.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We just passed a hot-dog stand.

Where are we going anyway?

You ain't gonna do nothing bad.

Mr. Oates promised me
I wouldn't get involved

in nothing illegal.

I got a stop that Oates
didn't plan for me.

Your telegram said
you'd be here today,

but didn't say what time.

Mm-hm, yeah. Good, strong teeth.

No problems, Mr. Wilson.

But...

there's just one thing
before we start, Mr. Wilson.

What's wrong?

I want my fee in
advance, please.

One thousand dollars.

To file a couple of teeth?

One thousand dollars.

Frank!

Don't hurt him, he's an old man.

They've got your description
on the radio every half-hour.

I knew you the minute
you came in the door.

It'll be worth it to you,
Mr. Halloway. I won't talk.

I treat lots of the boys.

That's how you
heard of me, isn't it?

You knew you'd be safe.

Look at the chance I'm taking.

Give me the right price,

or you won't be in business.

How much, doc?

Two hundred dollars?

Listen to me.

You've got no choice.

There's no time to shop around.

Do a good job, doc...

or I'll peel you down
like your brother there.

August 5th, two days
after the jailbreak,

Ness was in Cincinnati,

the first city on the list of
Oates' long-distance calls.

He was sure that Halloway
would be traveling by car,

rather than risk
being recognized

on a public conveyance.

And so drafting men from
the local police department

and federal agents
from the Ohio office,

he set up a series of
roadblocks around the city.

Ness himself was
stationed on Highway 22.

Okay.

How 'bout some coffee,
captain? Yeah, black.

How 'bout you, Mr. Ness?
Thanks, cream and sugar.

It's after midnight.

Halloway should be
approaching the city anytime.

We've got every road covered.

And get some sweet
rolls too, will you?

It's still 18 miles to
Cincinnati, Highway 22.

We just passed another sign.

I have to say it.

It's day and
night, it really is.

What an improvement.

I mean it.

All of a sudden you notice

you got a nice
shape to your face.

And your mouth.

If you could do
something to your nose,

like those movie stars
do... What do they call that?

Plastic surgery.

If you could have
some plastic surgery,

you'd be very attractive.

I mean it, Frank.

You don't believe me, do you?

Do you believe in anyone?

Don't you believe in anything?

Yeah, I believe in something.

What?

In getting even.

With who?

With everybody.

Look, there's a diner.

You promised me I could
stop at the next diner.

I'll get the sandwiches, you
can wait in the car. Please.

Hey, officer.

Catch anything in the roadblock?
Not yet, but we'll get him.

Sure is easy to spot.

Ugly cuss, ain't he?

Well, he's a mean one.
Sure hope you get him.

They've got a
roadblock. What'll we do?

Shut up. I'm scared.

What'll they do to us?

Mr. Oates said I'd be
safe. What'll they do?

I said, shut up.

Now, listen to me.

You go in there and
tell that cop in there

you saw a guy that
looked just like me

going in the men's
room back there.

You got that?

And whisper it to him. I don't
want the whole place coming out.

Just remember,

you've been traveling with me.

So if they catch me,
they catch you too.

I'll do just what you say.

They say they're gonna offer
a big reward for this Halloway.

Ah, it's all a lot of politics.
There ain't no Halloway.

All right, miss.

You can go through
now. Thank you.

That coffee here yet? Not yet.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Keep it moving
up there. Come on.

Keep it moving.
Come on. Come on.

Get going.

I said, get going.

When Ness realized that Halloway

had slipped through the net

that surrounded
the city of Cincinnati,

he wasted no time.

With the cooperation
of the Cincinnati Police,

he staged a series of raids

on speakeasies, gambling dens

and other places that were known

to have harbored
fugitives from justice.

They found no trace of Halloway,

who, that night, was
enjoying a gourmet's meal

in a well-protected station
of the underground railway,

Tomaso Fellini's funeral parlor.

Well, everything all right?

Mmm. Delicious. Good.

You'll sleep down
here. I'll fix the sofa now.

Uh, anything else?

Well, what about
me? Where do I sleep?

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case,
you sleep upstairs.

We pay as we go, Mr. Halloway.

The check is under
the dessert plate.

Hundred bucks for a meal?

I do not make the prices.

The boss decides that.

Easy.

If you got any
complaints, see the boss,

Mr. Alphonse Capone.

He's resting in Atlanta,

but he's not retired.

Now, if you still plan to
hole up here overnight,

that will be 500
more apiece. You...

You're explosive stuff.

It's dangerous.

What will it be, Mr. Halloway?

Will you be staying?

Yeah.

Take my marker?

Of course.

But in that case,
the price is doubled.

Really, Mr. Fellini,
I think it's awful

taking advantage that way.

It's not even good business.

What's to stop him
from getting on a boat

and skipping the country
once he gets his money?

Then what good
will his marker be?

Mr. Capone runs the
best collection agency

in the world.

Okay, bloodsucker, you win.

Show her where she shacks.

Lady?

How much extra for a bath?

That's included.

Well, I'm surprised.

Hey.

Bloodsucker.

Yes, Mr. Halloway?

Put me down for
another reservation.

For when?

If they get my dough,
I'm coming back.

It's a difference
of night and day.

What do you want?

I just come to say good night.

I always like to say
good night to someone.

It's a habit.

Good night.

Good night.

The next day, Ness
investigated a report

that Halloway's car had
been found on a lonely road

outside Cincinnati.

Although an attempt had been
made to wipe it free of prints

before it was deserted,

ace fingerprint expert
William Roberts found several.

Some belonged to Halloway

and some to an
unidentified person

whose prints were not on record.

Then, on August 15th,

the body of a Dr. James Crenshaw

was discovered.

The doctor had been run over

by an automobile
in his own driveway.

Ness learned that Dr. Crenshaw

had been a plastic surgeon
with a criminal record

for performing his
services on fugitives.

In his files, Flaherty
found sketches

of the doctor's patients

before his skill
had been applied.

That's Halloway, all right,

before the doctor went to work.

What's he look like now?

Anything would
be an improvement.

With a new face he
can travel in the open,

change courses, move freely.

We gotta find Johnson now.

At least we know
what he looks like.

We knew what he
looked like all along.

It's been three years since
that Federal Reserve job,

still haven't been
able to nab the guy.

We know Halloway's
got an appointment

with him and the money.

According to Oates'
telephone calls,

the meeting place should be
someplace in and around L.A.

We never had that
much to go on before.

I guess you're right.

Halloway's got to get
to him sooner or later.

But how many lives later?

Well?

See for yourself.

The doctor said it would be

swollen for a while.

It's a very good job.

Yeah.

Well, I ain't no lily,

but at least it's
not the same face.

And my f-fingerprints
are gone too.

And you won't have
to put up with any more

of those bloodsuckers.

Yeah.

He did say the swelling
will go down, didn't he?

Sure he did.

In a couple of weeks,

you'll be gorgeous, you'll see.

Maybe I'm nuts,

but I think you're
pretty gorgeous now.

Poor James.

You better hide the flask.
Here comes the conductor.

Look. Oh, hide
it, hide it, hide it.

Oh...

Oh, that was a good idea.

Nobody's offering a drink.

Would you like...?

Hey, you better get ready.

We'll be in Albuquerque
in a few minutes.

Don't you think
it would be better

to go right on to Los Angeles?

No, I gotta see a
guy in Albuquerque.

What guy?

A guy that's gonna
raise my hairline

into one of them widow peaks.

"Electric something,"
they call it.

Why?

Nobody can
recognize you as it is.

Well, I gone this far,

I might as well go all the way.

That crowd's a riot, huh?

You think it's smart

getting so friendly with people?

Why not? I got a new face.

I'm a new man.

Hey, you see them dames?

Yeah, I see them.

Yeah, it's all gonna be perfect.

No fingerprints to squeal on me,

a face people can look at,

and I'm headed for a quarter

of a million bucks.

When you get the money,

maybe we could
take a trip somewhere.

Like Hawaii.

That's across the
water from Los Angeles.

We could pick
coconuts off the trees

and learn to do the hula-hula

and things like that, huh?

Yeah.

They have suppers on the beach

where everyone sits around

with little pieces
of printed cloth on

and eats food like chop suey,

only Hawaiian.

They... They roast
pigs over the open fire,

heads and all,
that's what I heard.

Won't it be fun?

I'll go get the suitcase.

They say the
water is bright blue.

And now back to
The Untouchables.

Who is it tonight, that
pigeon-toed waitress?

That guy wants
50 bucks to finish

the last treatment on my hair.

Fifty bucks?

We ain't got 50 bucks left.

We're broke.

"Broke"? What do
you mean, "broke"?

Hey, Frank, wait. Give me that.

Sixty bucks, huh?

I ought to slug you for lying.

I was only thinking
for your own good.

One more day,
I'll have a hairline

like a college professor.

We can't stick around
here another day,

that's the last money we got.

Nobody's asking
you to stick, Mona.

You... You didn't mean
that, did you, Frank?

Mean what?

You want me to stick
around, don't you?

Stop nagging me, will you?

I won't nag you no more.

And quit looking at me

with those jellyfish
eyes of yours.

I understand, Frank.

It's like you was just born.

Born handsome, so
you have to experiment.

Only those other girls
don't mean nothing

to you in your heart, right?

Am I right, Frank?

No.

You're dead wrong.

Any one of them mean
more to me than you.

You wanna know the truth, Mona?

I can't stand the sight of you.

I can't even stand to
touch you anymore.

I feel the same way about you

as you used to feel about me.

Remember how you
used to feel about me.

You remember?

Oh.

So you...

You think you don't
need me anymore.

You feel safe. You
want me to get off.

That's it.

I'm the only one that
knows both your faces.

That's right.

You're the only one.

You better listen, Frank.

I'm your Los Angeles contact.

Mr. Oates fixed it like this
so you couldn't get rid of me.

I'm the one who's gonna lead you

to Johnson and the dough,

so you'd better
play nice or I'll forget.

And you'll never see your money.

I...

I don't care if you
wanna stick around here

till that guy pretties
up your hairline.

But no pigeon-toed waitress,
or any other girls but me.

Don't be mad, Frank.

I just got used to saying

good night to you, that's all.

Frank.

Frank.

Hello?

I'd like to make

a person-to-person
call to Mr. Daniel Oates

in Harrisburg,
Pennsylvania, please.

Yeah?

Who?

Put her on.

Mona, I told you
not to telephone me.

It's an emergency.

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

Your friend tried to kill me.

Kill you? Now, look,
Mona... Mr. Oates,

the only thing that stopped him

was that I told him I was
his Los Angeles contact.

Well, if he knows
that, you're safe.

So, what are you scared of?

But what about after he sees

where I'm supposed to take him?

Mona... I've gotta get
away from him now.

No, Mona, you can't.

I'll lose everything, Mona.

The income-tax
people are after me.

I need my cut of that dough
like I need my own blood.

You've still got two days
before he's supposed

to meet Mr. Johnson.

If you need your cut so bad,

you better jump
out to Los Angeles

and take your friend
personally to meet him.

Now, look, Mona, haven't
I always treated you nice?

Look, Mr. Oates, I...

I don't want to
be unfair, but...

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll reserve a room for you

in Los Angeles
right next to ours,

and I'll stick around
until you come, okay?

No, it's not okay.

Mr. Oates, I'm telling you,

you better come,

or no one's gonna meet no one.

I come back to
tell you I'm sorry...

for what I said.

Did you, Frank?

Did you really?

Oh, Frank.

I guess I kind of
had you scared there

for a while, huh?

You sure did.

I was so scared, I... You what?

I was so scared,
I called Mr. Oates

and told him to meet
us in Los Angeles.

But I'll call him right back
and tell him not to come.

No, let him come.

He's got an interest
to protect too, ain't he?

In Los Angeles, the
same day Mona called out,

Ness was continuing
his round-the-clock search

for Ed Johnson.

No long shot was ignored,

from flophouses to
houses of prostitution.

But Ed Johnson
was not to be found.

In Harrisburg, the telephone
supervisor had contacted

Rossman to tell him
of Mona's call to Oates.

I've tailed Oates
to the airport.

He bought two roundtrip
tickets to Los Angeles

on tonight's 12:05 flight.

Sounds like he's in a hurry.

Get on the plane
and stick with him.

Right.

Ness' plan was
to keep the lawyer

under constant surveillance.

And that way, Ness
believed Oates would lead him

to both Halloway and Johnson.

Rossman trailed the
lawyer and his girlfriend

to the Hotel Casa Verde
on Sunset Boulevard.

Now, Tuki, you get dressed
pretty, but make it quick.

Capiche? Good.

Now, we're gonna
keep my appointment

and have fun like I told you.

All right, Tuki?

Mona.

Hello, Oates.

Who's this?

That's him, Mr. Oates.

That's Frank all done over.

Isn't he gorgeous?

Frank?

Frank Halloway?

Sure.

Aren't you gonna tell
me how gorgeous I look?

I can't get over it.

Are you sure this is him?

In person.

Well, how do you like
that? What did you do?

I'll tell you later.

Let's get going.
Mona, get dressed.

Okay, honey.

Honey?

Boy, you sure made up to
him since you talked to me last.

Just a lovers' quarrel.

I'll be ready in a jiff.

Yeah.

I can't wait to get my
hands on the dough.

I-I'll take a bath and
then we'll be on our way.

And make it quick.

I can't get over it.

It's like magic.

You don't even sound the same.

Heh.

Just a shave and a bath.

I'll only take a
couple of minutes.

Hey, keep the door
open. The steam will kill us.

Hey, I said, keep the door open.

♪ Maybe I'm right
And maybe I'm wrong ♪

♪ Maybe I'm weak
And maybe I'm strong ♪

Was that Mr. Oates' bath
water I heard splashing?

He'll be a year yet.

Oates ain't going.

Why not?

'Cause he's dead.

You wanted him to come
out here so you could kill him.

Nobody takes 50 percent off me.

Come on, let's get going.
I got a date with Johnson.

Ow!

Let me go! You're hurting me!

Frank, wait!

I don't think I remember
the name of the place.

Maybe that'll
clear up your mind.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry.

Tuki.

Tuki.

Thanks very much.

Craps, seven and 11.

Eliot, a couple named Wilson
have the adjoining room.

Could be the new-look Halloway

and the person
he's traveling with.

Must have been
here waiting for Oates.

Seven and 11.

Sounds like Japanese.
We'll need an interpreter.

Uh, Mr. Ness.

Airline tickets, return flight.
Found 'em in Oates' suitcase.

Dated tomorrow 8 a.m.

If Oates came
out for the meeting

between Johnson and Halloway,

it was obviously due to
take place before then.

Seven and 11.

No use upsetting
the girl anymore.

I'm sorry, miss, we don't
speak your language.

Seven and 11.

Yes, yes, I know. I'm sorry.

Craps.

Craps.

Craps?

Seven and 11.

Seven... Seven-eleven?

Lieutenant,

is there a place around
Los Angeles called the 7-11?

Yes, sir. It's a club in Venice.

The 7-11 Club?

Craps. Seven and 11.

Craps.

He was gonna take
her to the 7-11 Club.

That's why she's all dressed up.

Mr. Oates didn't travel 3000
miles just to shoot craps.

"Guests of the 7-11 Club only."

This is where I meet
Johnson, huh, Mona?

This is it, huh, Frank?

Well... maybe it's all worth it.

You know something?

I never was in love before.

Outside of you,
nobody knows my face.

Only you.

I'd never rat on you, Frank.

You're the only one, Mona.

Good night, Mona.

Good night, Mona.

Wanna see Ed Johnson.

Frank Halloway.

Okay.

Through there to
the foot of the stairs.

Yeah?

I wanna see Ed
Johnson. Frank Halloway.

Well, he's been waiting for you.

Upstairs. First
door on the left.

Hello, Ed.

Hey, Ed. Hmm?

Oh, yeah... What do you want?

I was just...

Who are you? Heh.

It's me. Frank.

What are you trying to pull?

I had you fooled, huh?

Had my face made over.

New teeth, nose prettied up.

And the hair. How
'bout the hair, huh?

Huh, Ed? Huh?

But it's the same
old Frank Halloway.

How you been, anyway?

Did you bring it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I brought it.

Now, who are you?

It's me, Ed.

Frank.

You don't smell like a cop.

Well, how do you
want me to prove it?

You can't.

Hey, wait a minute. Look.

You used to live on 67th Street
near the river, right? Right?

I used to come
and visit you, right?

That was in the papers.

All right. All right.

What else can I tell you?

If there's any
shooting, be careful.

It'll probably be crowded.

How do we recognize Halloway
with his new appearance?

We don't. We recognize Johnson.

We know what he looks like.

We'll have to
catch them together.

Your sister had a dress
shop on Broadway, right?

Her name was, um... Uh, uh...

All right, come on.

Come on, phony. Tell me,
what was my sister's name?

Marie.

No, no, no. Uh, uh, uh, Marian.

Martha.

You ain't even close.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Ed.

Look, just 'cause I
forgot your sister's name

d-don't mean it ain't me.

You ain't.

Hey, wait a minute.

Ed, wait a minute. Look.

Look at my eyes.

Listen to me talk.

It's me, Frank Halloway.

Look at the scar on my
nose where they cut it.

It's me, Frank Halloway.
I'm Frank Halloway.

Keep away from me.

You don't wanna
believe me, do you?

You don't wanna believe me
'cause you don't wanna split.

I come 3000 miles.

Three thousand miles, you...

I'm Frank Halloway.

I'm Frank Halloway.

I'm Frank Halloway!

I'm Frank Halloway.

Not well, no.

Come on, here we
go. Seven and nine.

- Headed back?
- Yeah, I'll see you later.

Good night.

Excuse me.

Halloway! Halloway!

Come back!

Halloway!

Halloway!

Stop where you are.
You're surrounded.

After nearly three years,

Ness was able to mark
"paid" the debt to his late friend,

Untouchable George Dayton,
early victim of Frank Halloway.

All that was left to
say about Mr. Halloway

was he died good-looking.

The Untouchables.