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What's your name, Mister?

John Pakula. Why?

Your name's John, all right.

It's John Henry Whitmore.

You're wanted in Kansas

on suspicion of grand theft auto.

You're nuts, Mister.

I never been in Kansas in my life.

Come on. Step down.

ANNOUNCER: Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Nehemiah Persoff

and Madlyn Rhue.

With special guest star Jack Warden.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

Eliot Ness, chief of the special unit

known as the Untouchables, had not eaten in 12 hours.

These were the 12 hours that the jury had been out

deciding the case that Ness had prepared so carefully

against a mobster named Johnny Fortunato.

At 9:00 p.m., the jury came back

and delivered it's verdict: not guilty.

Hey, Pete! How long does it take to open a can of soup?!

All right! Hot stuff! Hot stuff!

Where's Pete?

He's sick.

Oh? What's the trouble?

Heartburn. What do you want?

I'll have the veal and spaghetti.

Heartburn.

Look, I said veal and spaghetti.

It's your stomach.

Who the devil are you?

What's the matter?

You don't recognize me, huh?

Huh? Friendship. What good is friendship, huh?

You still don't know who I am?

Frankie?

Frankie Barber!

Skunk! Hey, Weasel!

Where you been all my young life, huh?

Waiting for you to show up, naturally.

Son of a bum! Long time no see!

Remember the final game?

How could I forget?

Garfield High Memorial Stadium.

Garfield High Memorial Swamp!

I never got the mud out of my ears!

Rain coming down like God's little rabbits, huh?

Frankie, Frankie. How many years has it been?

Aw, who counts?

Five, ten, 15, 20?

27, 33, shift! Hey! Hike!

Barber to Ness! Barber to Ness!

Barber to Ness! Wham! Six points!

And your name in the Garfield papers, huh?

Yeah, yeah. I still get my name in the papers.

Sure. You're famous, kid! You're famous!

Yeah, I'm famous.

Way down here under Fortunato.

Aw, bitter, bitter. What happened, kid?

You used to be the guy with the big smile.

Yeah. Fortunato and the people who tolerate him...

Aw, that's not the trouble.

Heartburn! Veal and spaghetti, huh?

Hey! Hey, Joe! Hey, Joe!

His name's Pete.

Everybody's Joe, kid, but you and me!

Hey, Joe! Give us a couple of steaks.

Make 'em real big!

Three inches thick!

Scorch 'em lightly!

Put a little hair on your bones, kid.

Barber to Ness!

Barber to Ness! Barber to Ness!

It's Barber to Ness! Barber to Ness!

Finest hour of my life!

♪ We're loyal to you, Garfield High ♪

♪ With red, gold, and blue, Garfield High ♪

♪ We know you can stand 'gainst the best in the land ♪

♪ For we know you got sand, Garfield High! ♪

Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!

Aw, it's still hard to believe.

Old Frankie boy prosperous.

I'm going to have that million in five years.

I got my hands on the Chicago Sports Palace.

You ever go to the fights?

Not recently.

Hey, we got time for the main event.

Fabiano... a nice green kid... Versus Pops Gantry.

Pops? He still fighting?

You might be interested.

I mean, big money changes hands.

And Fortunato has a whole ringside row reserved.

Fortunato?

He's not a bad guy.

Look, kid, you're emotionally involved.

I'm not. To me, he's just a customer.

I'm going to get Fortunato, Frankie, one way or another.

Get him or quit. And I'm not going to quit.

I'm a sore loser. Let's go.

To see Pops Gantry?

How did you guess?

Hit him! Hit him! Get him! Get him!

Slay him! Slay him!

Bite his head off! Kill him! Kill him!

Get him! Slay him!

Oh, that Pops Gantry.

He's a marvel. A phenomenon!

He boxes like a cat.

What are you looking at?

Seven empty seats.

I'll tell you a little secret.

Fortunato won't arrive till round eight.

Why?

Because Gantry isn't going to lose until round eight.

You're kidding me.

What? Do you think professional boxing,

like professional anything else, is on the level?

I'm not worried about the fight.

I'm worried about you.

I'd hate to see you with dirty hands, Frank.

What's so crooked about being crooked?

I mean, the customers are having a good time.

Look.

Come on, man! Come on!

That's Slapsie Sadie.

She's strictly amateur. Strictly crazy!

Look, boy, that's the way the world is made up.

I mean, one half razzle-dazzle,

the other half chicanery.

Fight him! Slay him!

Sit.

He can't hurt you, man!

Come on! He can't hurt you!

Peanuts.

Peanuts.

Peanuts.

Bite his head off! Kill him!

One, two, three, four...

Fake. Fake. Everything's fake

but the do-re-mi.

Come on, kid. Let's go downstairs

and see the rest of the act.

Why?

It'll be educational.

Come on.

Oh, such a thing! Such a thing!

I'm dying! I tell you, I'm dying!

Careful. Treat him nice and easy, boys.

Nice and easy. Hey! Hey!

Come on. You've seen the show. Now go home.

You make me sick to my stomach!

Mr. Barber?

Right here, Pops.

Did you lock the door?

Aren't you expecting somebody?

Lock it. Lock it!

Who are you?

Never mind. Get out!

Let him stay.

Who is he? One of Fortunato's bums?

Not exactly.

I had him on the ropes.

I had that boy on the ropes.

Look, Pops, it's a living. It's a living.

I think I'd rather go out on Michigan Boulevard

and sell big red apples.

That boy beat me?

Doesn't even have any style.

All he's got is one punch.

Who is it?

It's me, fella. Me!

Open it. Open it. Who am I to say no?

Where's the king of the bums?

I want to kiss you!

Did you bring the champagne?

The box. Get the box!

Great fight, baby. Great. Great.

Even when you lose, you're great.

Champagne? Do you like champagne?

Here. Take some.

Fortunato buys nothing but the best.

Only kill you by degrees.

Wait, baby. Don't I know you?

Don't I know you real good?

I'm sure I met you someplace.

Shoe salesman. Is that right? Bargain basement?

No, no. I'm mistaken.

Ain't you the elevator boy in the Chicago House? Or what?

What's the matter? Didn't I hit it, Mr. Ness?

I'm the man that's going to put you in jail,

Mr. Fortunato... If you're lucky...

For the rest of your natural life.

Your idea of a joke is no joke. You shut up.

I beat you, and I beat you good.

Putting me on trial... Me, Johnny Fortunato.

You do a thing like that to me?

What have you got against me? What? What?

What did I ever do to you except offer you favors?

Now you can put me on trial, Mr. Fortunato,

for assault and battery.

Maybe the same jury that acquitted you

will see fit to acquit me.

Why should I do that?

I wouldn't go through the trouble.

I can kill you a lot easier than all that.

You think, because you're Federal, you're big.

Well, let me tell you something.

This ain't Federal. This is Chicago.

Hey, kid!

Wait for me.

Aw, come on. Everything's upside down.

This Prohibition has made big men

out of scum and vice versa!

Hey, you know what I'm doing walking with you?

What?

I'm walking to my own funeral!

Eliot Ness, concerned about his old friend, Frank Barber,

accompanied him to his apartment.

He had a feeling that Barber's relationship

with Fortunato was more than incidental.

That's Chickie.

She's my secretary.

She wanted me to buy her a typewriter,

but I said why a double expense, huh?

Chickie!

Come on, Chickie, wake up!

Chickie... Whaddaya say, Chickie?

Welcome to Chicago, man.

Me and Mr. Ness...

We'd like a hot cup of coffee.

Coffee? Who? What?

Coffee?!

There's nothing in this dump

but three starving cockroaches.

I may join up with them.

I'm considering it over.

Yeah, yeah, c'mon.

Look, go down to the grocery store

and get a couple of sandwiches.

And bring back some change.

I don't need your money, I got my own money!

Hey, Chickie!

I'll bring back chicken soup.

It's healthier for your health.

With cream and sugar.

Love and kisses.

Oh, it's sad!

I wish I was young and I could be sad

without so being tired.

Are you in trouble, Frank?

That Chickie!

She haunts me.

Those big eyes!

Oh, I'm fond of her, I suppose.

And we'd make it, if it wasn't for three things:

she cries too much, she drinks too much,

and she loves too much.

I don't know, I don't like exaggerations anymore.

I asked you if there was any trouble.

Answer me, Frank.

Yeah.

The trouble is Fortunato.

I tried to run the Palace on a clean basis.

It's impossible.

Wherever I turn, whatever I need:

money, fighters, contracts...

I turn the corner, there's Fortunato

with his hand stickin' out!

There's a way to beat him.

Oh...

Well, I don't wanna know about it, Eliot.

Frank...

for your own sake help me.

Whaddaya want me to do?

Information on Fortunato.

I don't know anything you don't have

in your files a dozen times over.

Frank, that's not true.

You've got a hundred sources I can't touch

without putting them in handcuffs,

which often has a bad effect on their memory.

Don't move! What is it?

Don't move! Don't move?

Hold it!

Hold it! You're firing wild!

It's all right... I got 'em.

I saw the license number... X-3156.

I got a 3158.

No, five-six.

Five-six!

Oh, no, five-six!

I saw it, it was, it was five-six!

I can hear you.

Don't think I can't!

You get away from that door or I'll kill you!

Frank, what happened?

I'm alive.

Are you surprised?

What have you got in here?

My God, Frankie, what are you doing?

I must be going out of my microscopic mind.

You're not hurt? Tell me the truth.

I'm alive.

And what's more, I'm hungry, pretty girl.

Did you bring me sugar, pretty girl?

I brought. I brought.

Who did it, Frankie?

Fortunato.

We don't know.

No doubt about it.

He saw me playing footsies with a Fed.

You, Mr. Ness.

Go away.

Go away from here.

Please, as a favor.

Frankie's not going to tell you nothing.

Nothing!

Leave him alone, will you have the decency?

Don't kill him for me!

I don't need it!

Leave him alone!

Let him live! Will you do that?

Will you do that little thing?

You wanna know something, kiddo,

she's right.

Chickie?

I saw that hundred percent talking picture down there.

You see it?

No.

Did you?

Twice.

You must have liked it.

Nah.

I was thinking of writing a letter, if I could only write.

I was going to say, "Dear Hollywood,

"in reference to the picture you made...

I think you ruined a terrible book."

I go to pictures quite a lot.

I like the atmosphere... dark.

Sit down, Chickie.

I'm nervous.

This is my nervous year.

You got something for me?

Sit down.

Yeah, grit your teeth and relax.

Who sent you with this information?

Who do you think?

I wanna know where you got this sheet of paper.

The Royal Oak Hotel...

That's where I get all my stationary.

A dollar a night and all the water you can drink!

Drop up and see me sometime... I'm never at home!

Chickie!

I was told not to tell you.

Is it from Frankie?

Every man has a trade, Mr. Ness.

Something he can do better than anyone else.

Frankie Barber... He's my favorite coward.

On the Wednesday morning following this visit,

Eliot Ness,

with the help of the Illinois State Agricultural Department,

set up an elaborate trap.

You find any Japanese bugs

in my milk, you can have 'em for free.

Mind if I have a look?

Go ahead.

What's a matter, you see any bugs on me?

What's your name, Mister?

John Pakula. Why?

Your name's John all right.

It's John Henry Whitmore.

You're wanted in Kansas

on suspicion of grand theft auto.

You're nuts, Mister.

I never been in Kansas in my life.

Come on. Step down.

In the course of the next week,

by raids along the numerous roads

that crossed into Illinois,

Eliot Ness was able to break the back

of Fortunato's traffic in liquor.

But as for Fortunato himself... He was invincible.

He fought fire with fire.

Your information was highly accurate.

I'm afraid so, kid.

Then it was your information.

Well, let's assume.

But how did he know?

How did Fortunato know?

I mean, he did know... That's, that's obvious.

Still, it's an odd form of revenge.

It's not typical of Fortunato.

Not at all.

I wish I knew how it was done.

You want my opinion?

Yes, I do.

They went up on the roof,

threw kerosene down that open ventilator...

Then tossed in a match.

Where were you? Asleep.

And Chickie?

I wasn't here! Leave me out of it!

I'm not even alive!

I woke up.

It seemed like the whole world was on fire.

It was awful.

I was in the living room.

I heard myself scream.

I said, that's not me, it's not possible.

Then I grabbed the blanket and beat out the flame.

And then?

Nothing. Sat down.

Didn't call the police?

The police?

They live off Fortunato's juice.

I'd call 'em, they'd come here, they'd look around,

they'd send me to jail for arson.

Were the windows closed?

There were locks on every sash.

The door?

Brand new bolts.

Why?

The vent... it isn't even scorched.

Now wait a minute, kid...

You realize what you're saying?

I don't know.

I mean, do you think it's even vaguely possible?

I tell you, Frank, I don't know!

There's something queer about this fire,

I don't know what it is!

Chickie...

Chickie?

What are you looking at?

So I'm cryin'. I can't help it.

So I look ugly for once in my life!

Chickie, you were in that room alone.

So.

So what?

Chickie, did you throw a match through that door?

You're out of your mind!

Frankie! Don't!

Frankie, don't!

What are you doing?!

Forgive me, Chickie.

No!

No!

Chickie, forgive me.

Forgive me, I don't know what I'm doing!

I don't care.

I never loved anyone in the world but you.

Why was I born so lucky?

Frank.

What is it?

Gasoline can.

Gasoline can?

You mean they came in here when I was asleep?

And poured gasoline on the floor, the curtains...

Frank!

Are you sure you were asleep?

Am I sure I was asleep?

Are you accusing me of trying to commit suicide?

Not suicide, arson.

Why?

I don't know why.

Kid, your work has so twisted your mind,

you think everybody in Chicago

is a criminal you haven't caught yet.

You're poisoned.

Maybe so.

Get out of here.

Go on, get out of here.

Go on, get out of my house!

And now, back to...

I checked the license of the truck

that carried the machine gun.

If it was X-3156, like Mr. Barber claims,

it's the license of a Star panel truck.

The owner is a woman who runs a dog kennel 515 miles away.

On the other hand, if the license was X-3158,

which is the number you thought you identified,

it's an open truck belonging to the Appato Corporation,

which is a personal holding corporation

owned entirely by one Mr. Frank Barber.

You're saying Frank Barber hired someone to kill him.

Well, I have no other explanation.

Maybe I'm stupid.

You get the report on the gas can?

Frank Barber's fingerprints all over the handle.

That's where he gripped it when he took it away from me.

Well, yes, I know,

but you still put two and two together,

Sometimes two and two make five.

Rico, we got any money in petty cash?

Postage stamps.

Cash 'em in, we're going to the fights tonight.

One... two, three, four, five...

six, seven... Get up!

Get up!

Nine...

Murder.

Why don't they stop it?

Because Fortunato has no bet on round four.

One, two... three, four... Get up!

Five, six...

One thing puzzles me,

where's your friend, Frank Barber?

I wish I knew.

Eat, slaves.

Three...

Get up. Come on, slave, get up.

Four, five, six... Baby! Cry baby!

Seven, eight... Cry baby!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten. You're out.

You hear me?

I'm through. I quit.

I quit!

I've had it, everybody! I quit!

All of you, that goes for all of you, I quit!

And you,

you can pay your $1.10 to see some other clown.

That goes for all of you, I quit!

Get down to the dressing room,

see if Barber's down there.

Call his apartment, keep trying.

Fortunato.

Well, well, Uncle Sam.

Listen, Uncle Sam, hear me, and hear this good:

I don't like you to follow on me.

You want to arrest me, arrest me, don't follow on me.

Where's Frank Barber?

You think I blame Frank Barber

for this monkeyshines tonight?

No, I don't blame nobody.

I'm a sport.

I lose, so what?

I lose more money than you'll make

if you was President of the United States.

How do you like that?

I says drive on.

Don't wait for the funeral,

they're all alike.

Frank?

Frank Barber?

Frank?

Frank, where are you?

Frank Barber, where are you?

Frank Barber's limousine was located

in a deserted section of the waterfront.

Only chance prevented it

from sinking to the bottom of Lake Michigan.

It contained a woman named Chickie Bernstein.

She was taken to the hospital in very critical condition.

But there was no trace of Frank Barber

in the shotgun-blasted limousine.

A secret compartment in the door contained

a small key ring with several keys

and a black cowhide briefcase with $24,000.

Well, if it ain't Uncle Sam again.

My country 'tis of thee.

Go ahead, search.

Anything you can find, you can have.

Where's Frank?

Frank who?

Frank Barber.

Where's his body?

I'll tell you where Frank Barber is located.

In the grave.

That's if he's lucky.

Frank Barber. Where is his body?

You're choking me.

You're spoiling a beautiful friendship

and a ten-dollar tie.

Fortunato, I got a warrant in my pocket,

and six more in my desk.

They get you out of one door,

I'm going to put you right back through the other.

You're going to sit in a federal jail.

And the Viale brothers will take over your business.

Mr. Ness, I wish I knew.

If you got any information, tell me.

I'll pay you ten percent of what that bum owes me.

Yeah, he's a bum.

What's more, he's not your friend.

What would you know about him?

Nothing, that's what I know.

That's what you gonna hear from me from now on, nothing.

Go ahead, cop, make with the chains.

Do your job.

Did you kill him?

Nothing. Or have him killed?

Nothing.

Recognize this? Nothing.

It has your initials on it, "J.F."

Nothing.

All right, it's my briefcase.

We know that.

Also, my money.

Yes.

It was six weeks ago.

Frank Barber, he came to me, asked 100 G's.

100 G's.

I says, why? Why, Frankie, sweetheart?

I told him, I says, we always been associated together

and considered we were mutual friends.

100 G's.

He says, "Friends?

"You know who's my friend?

"A federal cop, that's my friend.

"And if you don't pay up,

so my friend, Ness, he chokes down."

But I didn't believe him at first

until I saw you two at the fights together.

And then you busted up my milk route.

That hurt.

That really hurt.

So I took my medicine and I paid out to Frank Barber

$24,000 cold cash.

You expect me to believe a story like that?

I can prove it. How?

He sent a woman to collect the money.

Who?

A blonde.

Stella Eden.

If you like dancing and can stand the smell,

you can find her at the Little Blue Ballroom.

Now do I get my money back?

If you're acquitted of murder, yes.

Pardon me, is your name Stella?

No.

Not any more.

My name is stupid.

I'm stupid and this is Mr. Stupid.

I know you.

You're a heart-to-heart reporter from the Chicago papers,

and you want to know why I do it.

For money, sir, for money.

Do I talk goofy?

Be sincere, tell me, why shouldn't I talk goofy?

I haven't slept in 97 and a half,

going on 98 hours.

So I can qualify for the Big Special Prize Wednesday.

Stella.

Stella. Hmm?

Who are you? Do I know you?

My name is Eliot Ness.

Can't we sit down and talk someplace?

Huh!

And lose the prize?!

Do you know a man named Johnny Fortunato?

To know him is to love him. George, wake up.

Wake up. Please.

Did you take a sum of money from Fortunato and deliver it for him?

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

Why should I tell you?

Because I'll arrest you if you don't.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Fair enough.

If I go to jail, I'll lose the prize, won't I?

I imagine so.

I did.

Did what?

Took the money.

It was in a briefcase. Locked up.

Took it to whom?

To my husband, Frank Barber.

Frank little old Barber. Yes, sir, that's all.

You're Frank Barber's wife?

You're Frank Barber's wife?!

Don't mention that name to me, that deadbeat.

Mr. Frank Barber is a crook.

He borrowed my own alimony back from me.

Just imagine that if you can.

Isn't that the limit?

Was...

was Mr. Barber blackmailing Johnny Fortunato?

Mr. Frank Barber was blackmailing

everybody in this world... Even Frank Barber.

Eliot Ness could find no trace of his friend, Frank Barber.

His apartment was empty.

His bank account, which had been empty, remained empty.

On the morning of October 20,

Frank Barber's girl friend, Chickie Bernstein,

regained consciousness.

She's in very serious condition.

I don't know if she...

I'm sorry, but this is important.

She's had a rather severe concussion

and evidently is suffering from some sort of motor aphasia.

Can't you take the restraint off?

No, she tried to get out of the window twice.

Is it all right to talk to her?

Well, the speech centers in her brain have been injured.

She tries to talk, but it doesn't make too much sense.

However you can try. Perhaps it will help her.

I'm Eliot Ness.

Remember me?

A gas light... a ghost...

a jolly celebration...

I'm an old friend of Frank Barber's.

Remember?

Do you know where he is?

Miracles in the parlor... a fly trap...

nobody answers the front door...

ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Easy, easy.

Try slowly... slowly.

Now think before you answer.

What happened to Frank Barber at the accident?

Miracle... miracle... miracle... miracle.

Try... try slowly... slowly.

The king is dead.

Nurse.

Help me get her to bed.

Miracle... birds... Bloody mess...

There's nobody at the bottom of the sea.

Ollie oxen free...

Just rest, Chickie, just rest.

Card boat... the bridge is falling down.

The bridge is falling down.

It's all right.

The skeletons won the game.

One, two, three. O'Leary.

Fell down Schenectady River...

Just rest. Rest Chickie.

The church.

The library's closed.

The lights.

Look, Chickie, let's try something.

Now if it doesn't work, don't worry.

Now try to write.

Write real big so that I can read it.

Will you do that for me?

Now, if you can just tell me what happened

to Frank Barber in the accident.

Where he is.

Try.

"Evil."

I suppose he is, Chickie, I suppose he is.

I'll come visit again, Chickie.

Next week... or whenever I can.

You're going to be all right, I'm sure of it.

You're going to be all right.

Three weeks had passed,

and there was no clue to the identity

of the unknown killers who emptied shotguns

into Frank Barber's car

and then drowned or destroyed his body.

On the hunch that Chickie had told the truth...

Even if she told it backward,

Eliot Ness spent his extra hours watching

the Chicago Sports Palace for any signs of life.

Late one evening in November,

Ness thought he saw lights in the corridor,

but only for seconds at a time.

Well, Frank.

Well, kid.

How many wells make a river?

Are you very badly hurt?

I don't have much of a leg left.

Still got a slug in my left kidney.

Otherwise... perfect.

Let's get you to the hospital right now.

No. I got business to attend to.

I got big plans for this dump.

A roller derby.

You ever been to a roller derby, kid?

Women in football pants on roller skates

getting their knocks.

Hey, you gonna be home later?

I'll give you a call.

I've got a lot of questions.

Ask 'em.

Who shot you?

Two strangers.

Who hired 'em? Fortunato?

Fortunato doesn't favor shotguns.

He likes elevator shafts.

You know who did it, don't you?

Get that light out of my eyes, will ya?

Frank, you're forcing me to arrest you.

Why should I tell you?

Yes. Why should you?

Rule of the underworld... Don't talk to cops.

I know your record, Frank.

I saw it, front and profile.

Record, record.

That's all the fuzz ever thinks about, is a record.

Well, a man's more than a record.

A man does thing he can't help with one half of him.

But the fuzz comes along

and puts him in jail... All of him.

Even the half that feels and thinks

like everybody else, like John Citizen...

Like those 12 mugs on the jury

who haven't got guts enough for honest larceny.

You want to arrest me? Let's go.

No.

You've said all you're going to say, and it's worthless.

In a courtroom, yes.

So long, Frank.

Wait, Eliot.

I'm still your best friend, Eliot.

Not me.

It was the Viale boys... They tried to kill me.

I owed 'em some money.

They had a note for 75% of the Palace.

I couldn't pay it, I didn't want to lose.

Will you swear to that in a federal court?

No.

Wait a minute.

I'll ask you one more thing.

What's Fortunato got to do with this?

Well, nothing.

I know better.

I've talked to your ex-wife, Stella.

You lie and you lie, and tell the truth

only when you're forced to the bitter edge.

What are you doing here, Frankie?

I've come to make the payment on my note.

The Viale boys coming here?

Fortunato.

Blackmail?

All right.

I'm taking from Fortunato. Sure. Why not?

And using me as blackmail?

♪ ♪

I borrowed your gun.

Fortunato?

Mitch, Jackie, where are you?

Come on and help me.

Where you gone?

Where are you?

Yellow.

Yellow... everybody's yellow except Johnny Fortunato.

Shut up!

Is that you, Ness?

Call an ambulance.

You hear me?

I'm losing blood.

Don't worry, you'll survive long enough to stand trial.

I'll pay you. I'll pay you.

I'll pay you, Mr. Ness.

I'll pay you anything you want.

Mr. Ness, anything you want.

I tried to get you a case in court, kiddo.

No such luck, huh?

I'm not even gonna die, am I?

No, Frank.

Not even gonna die.

Not even that, kid.

Not even that much I can do for you.

Huh, kid?

Frankie?

You got no heart.

No heart, no heart, Mr. Ness.

You got no damned heart.

You got no damned heart!