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All right, you.

You proved how smart you are... you win.

So, now, you're a partner,

and that's the end of it.

How much do you want?

Money won't prove anything.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Kill Max.

Wally, you wouldn't!

Freddie...

Run, Max, run!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Telly Savalas and Bruce Gordon.

With special guest star Joseph Wiseman.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In Mid-October of 1932, two events

had the nation's capitol buzzing with excitement.

The first was the election campaign

between the incumbent President of the United States,

Herbert Hoover,

and Franklin Delano Roosevelt,

who was climaxing his great personal triumph over polio

as the standard bearer of the Democratic Party.

The second event was a special meeting

of the most important federal agents

from the leading cities in the country.

And as all of you know,

since Prohibition became the law of the land,

this department has been trying to devise suitable denaturants

for alcohol, chemicals which would enable legitimate users

of alcohol to function, but which would make it impossible

for illegitimate sources to use alcohol for whiskey

in the event they were able to secure this alcohol

by illegal means.

Up to now, our efforts have been only partially successful.

The chemicals we have added to alcohol

for denaturing purposes...

Pyridine, methanol and others...

Have been counteracted by criminal elements

with chemicals that have renatured the alcohol,

making it palatable for whiskey.

And despite our vigilance, collusion

between seemingly legitimate businesses and the underworld

has enabled millions of dollars worth of alcohol

to be diverted into criminal hands.

Tonight, I am happy to announce to all of you

that we have come up with a formula

which we are confident

will put an end to this problem for good.

That's right.

Our chemists have found a formula

which denatures alcohol,

but for which there is no known renaturant.

Gentlemen, this is a great victory against bootlegging,

and I think I speak for all of us

when I extend my thanks to our chemical division.

The king of illegal alcohol in Chicago was Wally Baltzer,

who... with his partner,

a chemist named Max Frimmel... Converted millions of dollars

worth of renatured alcohol to whiskey.

Their front was an asbestos plant

on the outskirts of Chicago.

What do you mean, you still haven't renatured it?

Look, what else can I do except what I've been doing?

The chemists are working day and night.

The government's got something

in the stuff now that they can't get out.

Well, you get it out, Max.

Look, science doesn't take orders, Wally.

Science...

And you don't give me no spiels about science!

If I want a lecture, I'll go to the college.

I'm doing everything I can.

You know what we're gonna have to do this month?

We're gonna have to get legitimate stuff in Canada,

smuggle it in and pay through the nose.

Now, Nitti don't care

what the government puts in the alcohol.

We've got to supply his speakeasies with booze.

That's all he cares about,

and that's what I'm screaming about, Max.

It's gonna cost us an arm and a leg,

and we can't charge any more for the real stuff

than we do for the rotgut.

Well, what do you want me to do?

All right, maybe you need better chemists.

I got the best.

A couple of months

of buying that legitimate booze,

and we're dead, Max... dead.

Ain't the government got anything better to do?

Take it easy, Wally.

All right, maybe I'd better have a talk with the chemists.

You gone crazy?

Well, they don't know you... You'll upset them.

All right.

You talk.

Talk, uh, science talk, but just remember,

you can't fill up an empty shot glass with talk.

All right, come on, let's get out of here.

How's it coming, Villon?

Well, it might come a little better

if we weren't asked every ten minutes,

"How is it coming"?

A watched pot, Mr. Frimmel, never boils.

Proof.

Well, I'm glad you still all

have a sense of humor... I'm losing mine.

The kind of pressure I'm under doesn't allow me

the luxury of a sense of humor.

Oh, cut out that frog talk.

Ah, Monsieur Frimmel, you are mistaken.

The frog croaks like this...

You are listening to the French language.

Now, we understand that you have heavy pressure

upon you, but unfortunately,

pressure never discovered anything yet.

Louis Pasteur,

patiently using trial and error, discovered things.

Lister, patiently using trial and error,

discovered things, but pressure... Oh, no.

Pressure is not in the scientific encyclopedia.

Yeah, I know you're right, Villon.

Still I need... Need?

Necessity may be the mother of mechanical inventions,

but she's not even remotely related to chemicals.

Keep at it, huh?

That is what we intend to do, Monsieur Frimmel...

when we are allowed to.

Au revoir, Monsieur Frimmel.

Well spoken, Jacques.

You know, I am starting to wonder

whether there is a solution to this.

I'm beginning to wonder whether this time

our work won't be all trial,

all error and nothing more.

Despite the addition of the new denaturant to the alcohol,

business in the speakeasies of Chicago did not diminish.

They're getting their whiskey from somewhere,

and it's a cinch they're not making their own.

Maybe they still have a supply.

It's been over two weeks

since the government added the new denaturant.

Their supply couldn't last that long.

You think they're smuggling it in?

No doubt about it, but where from?

Europe, Canada, Cuba...

Could even be Mexico.

That's a pretty big can of peas.

Let's try and make it smaller.

That night, Eliot Ness and the Untouchables picked one

of the largest operations on the shore of Lake Michigan.

It was a speakeasy called the Open Door.

Federal officers!

This is a raid.

Hey, hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What do you mean, a raid?

Why, this is a respectable...

A respectable what, barber shop?

I suppose this is hair tonic.

Where do you get your liquor?

Is that liquor?

I thought he said it was hair tonic.

All right, let's go.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute!

I'll talk.

Hair tonic is used for the hair.

Show's over... clear out!

I won't be out of action long.

You know me!

Yeah, they know you.

The district judge will get a chance to know you, too.

Bill, take this comedian down to Federal Court.

Let's go, come on.

The bottles are all the same shape, Eliot,

but they have different labels.

Bought from one source and labeled here in Chicago.

We've got to find the original cases.

Eliot.

Lee, get a stool.

Cuba. Cuba.

Let's open them up.

No labels.

That's funny.

The outside of the cases have water marks.

Inside are dry as a bone.

None of the water seeped through.

Another thing... there must be over 75 cases here.

And if they were shipped in a wet cargo hold,

they couldn't have all been stored in the bottom,

which means these water marks are phony.

Somebody went through a lot of trouble

to stencil "Republic of Cuba" on these cases.

They don't publish the Toronto Dispatch in Havana, do they?

They sure don't.

Let's go.

With the information supplied by Eliot Ness,

the Canadian police kept all highways,

railroad stations and railroad sidings

in the vicinity of Toronto under constant surveillance,

and three nights later,

confiscated close to a million dollars worth of whiskey,

earmarked for Wally Baltzer in Chicago.

♪ It all depends ♪

♪ On you ♪

♪ I can save money or spend it ♪

♪ Go right on living or end it ♪

♪ You're to blame, honey ♪

♪ For what I do ♪

♪ Believe me, I can be bigger ♪

♪ I can be king ♪

♪ I can be almost any old thing ♪

♪ It all depends ♪

♪ On you ♪

♪ It all depends ♪

♪ On you. ♪

♪ ♪

You're getti" better, Lorna.

Mmm, not really.

It's just that you're looking more

and listening less, that's all.

Ain't it the truth?

Telephone for you, Mr. Baltzer.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hey, Wally?

Look, I just got a call from Harvey Neels in Toronto.

He-he tried to get you and, when he couldn't, he called me.

What'd he want?

They grabbed our shipment.

Who grabbed it?

The cops!

How?

With knives, with guns, how do I know how?

All of it?

All of it!

Well, what're you gonna do about..

Wally?

Wally?!

Is anything wrong, Wally?

Name anything and it's wrong.

Ah.

Hello, hello?

Hello?

It's Jacques!

I've got it! I've got it!

Yes, of course, I'm sure.

I just drank a half a pint of it.

Mmm, you come round to my place in about half an hour, huh?

I'll show you.

Good.

Hello, hello.

It was a question

of changing the whole chemical composition

of the government's denaturant.

Just adding chemicals to the denaturant was not enough.

The whole composition had to be changed.

This is what I did.

Voilà!

The discovery of Jacques Villon's body by his landlady

brought the Chicago police to the scene of the murder.

And Captain Dorset's concern over the improvised laboratory,

which contained many bottles with various types of alcohol,

led to his calling Eliot Ness.

I thought I'd better check it out with you.

Thanks.

She tell you much?

The usual.

I think I'd better have a word with her.

Thank you.

You found the body, didn't you, ma'am?

I came to his room to turn down his bed

like I always do.

I found him lying there.

Dead as a doornail.

I've seen enough movies to know not to touch nothi"

and I didn't.

That was very wise of you.

How long did he live here?

Are you gonna ask me all the same questions

that other fella did, honey?

No, just a couple.

It's past my bedtime already. I'm sorry.

How long did you say he lived here? Didn't say.

Five years.

Did he have many friends?

If he did, they was always gone by 11:00

when I turned down his bed.

I never seen anybody, except Mr. Shield.

Who's Mr. Shield?

He lives down the hall in Number Six.

Is there anything...

anything you might remember that could help us?

Plenty, mister, but not about him.

Well, thank you.

Can I go to sleep now?

Go ahead.

Say, mister,

if you know anybody that needs a room,

I got one.

You fellas finish up in here.

I'm going down the hall.

Yeah?

Federal Officer, Mr. Shield.

May I come in?

Come in.

The door's open.

I'm sorry to wake you.

Yes?

What is it?

Bad news.

Your friend Villon, he's been murdered.

Jacques?!

Murdered, why?

Was there a burglar?

No.

Then why?

I thought you might help me find the answer.

Poor Jacques.

Poor gentle Jacques.

Who would want to hurt him?

When'd you see him last?

This morning.

We had coffee together.

Did he appear upset or worried?

No.

Where'd he work?

At the Collins Pharmaceutical Company.

He was a chemist.

Did he have any family?

A sister.

She lives in Libertyville.

Do you have her address?

Yes, I believe so.

May I have it, please?

Mr. Shield... the address?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to put you to this trouble.

No trouble.

Inez Villon.

657 Druid Lane, Libertyville.

That's all for now.

Thanks, Mr. Shield.

You're welcome.

Eliot.

Well, I checked Collin's Pharmaceutical.

It's a blind alley.

Didn't Villon work there?

There's no such company... Never has been.

What about the address on Villon's sister?

Well, she lived there all right,

but not for the last nine years.

Any forwarding address?

No.

She died of pneumonia in 1923.

Let's have a talk with Mr. Shield.

I'd offer you a drink, Wally,

only there's nothing to drink.

That don't bother me.

You know the story about the shoemaker's kid's

not having any shoes.

But my Speaks not having any whiskey, that bothers me!

Nobody's got any whiskey, Frank.

What'd you say that for, to make me feel better?

'Cause that don't make me feel better!

I don't feel better

until I stop losin' 200,000 every week!

I want booze, Wally!

Frank, you don't understand.

You bet I don't understand,

and when I don't understand, I get mad!

And when I get mad, things happen to people I get mad at!

Understand?

I want booze!

You're my supply. I want booze.

All right, Frank, all right.

Shield?

Call Captain Dorset,

ask him to put an all-points out for Shield.

I'll talk to the landlady.

Max?

Max?

Max?

Has Max Frimmel been here tonight?

Come in, Mr. Baltzer.

I've been waiting for you.

How do you know my name?

You should be flattered.

I would be if you knew mine.

I pictured you as taller.

What is this?

This is a laboratory working on a new renaturant for alcohol.

The alcohol will then be made into whiskey,

the whiskey will then bring in a profit of millions

and you're the man who'll make most of the millions.

I don't like your face, mister.

That's too bad.

I'm sure, however, you'll like what I have to say.

I haven't so far.

I've got the renaturant, Mr. Baltzer.

You've got what?

I've got it.

It.

It!

How long have you had the formula?

Just for one day.

Why didn't you tell Max?

Because I've been waitin' for you.

What have I got to do with it?

You're the only one who can make me a partner

not Max.

Make you a partner?!

A full partner.

Kill me.

Go on, kill me.

Easy you.

I have to take it easy.

Very easy.

I've got the formula, Mr. Baltzer.

Kill me and you've got nothing.

Make me a partner and you'll have whiskey.

Thousands of gallons of whiskey.

Millions of gallons of whiskey.

Enough whiskey to drown the world.

What'd you say your name was?

I have no name.

You're gonna christen me tonight.

Christen me "Partner".

All right.

Partner.

And now back to...

Though Russell Shield had risen

to a position of power in the bootlegging industry,

the Untouchables were no closer to tracking him down.

Hello. Ness.

Eliot, we've got a good set of prints on Shield's bed.

Good, stay with them till you get a positive ID.

We've got to find him.

Right.

Good evening, Mr. Ness.

Good evening.

I imagine you've been looking for me.

Sort of.

You want to sit down?

No, thank you, I prefer to stand,

I want to tell you about the information I gave you.

I suppose you know by now

there's no Collin's Pharmaceutical

and that Jacques' sister is dead.

If I had known that yesterday,

I could have saved myself a lot of work.

My apologies, Mr. Ness.

Go on.

The morning that Jacques was murdered,

he came into my room.

He was very excited.

He said something about finding a new renaturant

for alcohol.

He said it was very important and that he was going

to make his bosses pay him a fortune for it.

He asked me to hold this for him.

I suspected it was something illegal...

and when you came to see me that night

and told me Jacques had been murdered,

well, I became frightened.

I... I lied to you.

I'm a poor man, Mr. Ness, and handicapped.

Poor, handicapped men frighten more easily...

about everything.

I know I should have given you this information then,

but... well, I just couldn't think properly.

You said it was a new renaturant?

Yes.

Is it as important as Jacques said it was?

Maybe.

Do you know who he really worked for?

No, he was very secretive about that.

I'll bet.

Am I under arrest, Mr. Ness?

No, you're not under arrest.

Where can I reach you if I want to ask you some more questions?

I'm moving back to my old room.

You can go, Mr. Shield.

Thank you, Mr. Ness.

Thank you.

Eliot Ness.

I want a lab analysis right away.

Yes, tonight.

♪ Mean to me ♪

♪ Why must you be mean ♪

♪ To me? ♪

Good food and good booze...

There's nothing like it, eh?

Except a good poker game.

Yeah.

Freddie's a good man to know, Russ.

He's available for a poker game

any time of the day or night.

If you need another hand, you just call Freddie.

I don't play poker.

You're kidding.

No, I don't gamble.

You know scientists, Freddie.

They got to know what's going to happen.

And you don't always get that in poker.

You never know what the fifth card's going to be.

We're going to play, Russ.

You want to kibitz?

I'd rather stay and watch the show

if it's all right with you.

Ail right with me?

Freddie and these two other guys, they got to play.

They work for me.

I mean, they work for us.

But you, you're like Max... A partner.

You do what you like.

If Max wants to play, he plays.

You want to watch the show, you watch the show.

A-B-C... as simple as that.

Partner.

Come on.

♪ Each day ♪

♪ In the year ♪

♪ You always ♪

♪ Scold me ♪

♪ Whenever ♪

♪ Somebody ♪

♪ Is near, dear... ♪

Is it going to be all night, Wally?

I call...

and I raise you $200.

I may not be the queen of diamonds, Wally,

but I am standing here.

Baby, what do you want?

I'm in the middle of a raise.

Nothing.

Good night, gentlemen.

Sure, baby.

If you're waiting for Wally, you'd better forget about it.

They're good for the night.

I wasn't waiting for Wally.

I was waiting for you.

For me?

Yes.

What are you mixing?

Vodka and vinegar.

What's it called?

A sour Russian?

No, it's not a drink.

Oh?

Well, what do you do with it?

Smell it.

It's perfume.

Vodka and vinegar, and it's perfume.

No, not really.

It's what's known as an ester.

You see, vinegar is an acetic acid,

and when it's combined with alcohol, a fragrant ester,

like this one, is formed.

You said you were waiting for me?

Was it to give me this?

No.

I was waiting to ask you to marry me.

Marry you?

I don't expect an answer right away.

I'd rather you thought about it until I become a millionaire.

It's easier to answer the proposal of a millionaire.

Sure.

Um, how long do you think it'll take?

50 years?

No.

A few weeks.

Good night.

Operator 49, Washington D.C., please.

Eliot Ness.

Is my call ready?

Yep.

Hello, sir, Ness speaking.

Go ahead, Ness.

The lab report is definite.

The renaturant is valid.

Do you know if they have it in quantity?

No, I don't, but you can bet it won't be long before they do.

I'll notify all our offices.

Meanwhile, do what you can to head off the deluge in Chicago.

Yes, sir.

All right, make sure you don't break the bottle.

I got it.

Hello, partner.

Our genius partner, huh?

If you weren't so greedy, Shield,

you'd be alive tomorrow morning.

I intend to be alive tomorrow morning, Wally.

Well, maybe you intend to be,

but take my word for it, you won't be.

That bottle your man has...

There's no need to analyze it.

There's nothing in it but plain water.

What do you mean?

I mean I've got the formula.

I mean the greedy know how to anticipate the greedy.

I mean you won't kill me, Wally.

Well, a lot of chemicals smell like water.

He's bluffing, Wally.

Taste it.

Drink it, Freddie.

Go ahead, Freddie, drink it.

Just like out of the tap.

All right, Shield, you proved how smart you are.

You win.

You're a partner and that's the end of it.

Now put some real stuff in here, huh?

It's not as simple as that, Wally.

What do you mean?

Somebody that tried to kill me has to prove himself to me

before I trust him again.

How much do you want?

Money won't prove anything.

Eh, what do you want me to do?

Kill Max.

I'll only renature the alcohol if you kill Max.

You're not the only one who can use killing, Wally.

Villon.

You got Villon, didn't you?

How do you like this?

Wally, you wouldn't.

And that'll satisfy you?

Nothing else.

Wally, you wouldn't.

Freddie?

Run, Max, run!

You got two good legs! Use 'em!

No, Wally!

Give me my cane.

♪ ♪

On the night of November 7, 1932,

the presidential election campaign was virtually over.

The next day, the people would make their choice.

Ordinarily, every office in Washington would be

in a state of suspension this night,

and the whole of the next day,

awaiting the electorate's decision.

But on this pre-election eve,

one department was working into the night.

These men were receiving reports from federal inspectors

at alcohol plants throughout the nation

about the progress of an emergency program

which the government had instituted to stymie the use

of the new renaturant which Eliot Ness had uncovered.

The government ordered another chemical added to the alcohol,

a chemical for which the bootlegging underworld

had already secured an antidote.

But its addition at this time would temporarily confuse

and certainly delay the conversion

of the denatured alcohol

into whiskey fit for consumption.

At 9:50 p.m. the final call came in from Cleveland, Ohio.

The government's program had been carried out

without a hitch.

At approximately the same time,

Eliot Ness was summoned by Captain Dorset

to the banks of Lake Michigan.

His name was Max Frimmel, Eliot.

According to the identification papers in his wallet,

he was a chemist.

That's why I called you.

I thought it might tie in with Villon.

Thanks.

I just missed you at the office.

Here's the fingerprint report on Shield.

"Russell Shield, born Philadelphia 1895."

He's a research chemist.

He worked for the government after the war.

Looks like we're involved with every chemist in Chicago.

What do you mean, Rico?

Well, this murdered guy, here, Max Frimmel,

he was a chemist, too... and Villon...

Didn't we close a distillery last year

that belonged to a Max Frimmel?

He didn't own it; he ran it for Wally Baltzer.

Baltzer?

Yeah.

Thanks, Dorset.

All right, all right.

What else can I tell you?

We know you're Baltzer's girl.

Says who?

Look, you'd better level with us.

This concerns a murder.

Look, what do you want from me?

I haven't seen him in four days.

Have you spoken to him on the phone?

It's been like the day after all the chickens were killed...

Not a peep.

Did you ever meet a man named Shield?

Russell Shield?

Yeah... Yeah, Wally brought him into the club one night.

He was a strange bird.

In what way?

Well, believe it or not, he proposed to me that night.

The first time I ever laid eyes on him and he proposed to me.

He told me to think about it.

Said he was gonna be a millionaire

in a couple of weeks, and...

I could give him my answer then.

Is that strange enough for you?

If you hear from either of them, let me know, hmm?

Yeah... sure.

Yeah?

The feds are looking for you,

and they're also looking for your friend, Shield.

Well, you didn't tell 'em anything, did you?

Nothing.

The news that federal agents were looking for him,

coupled with his growing dread of Russell Shield,

drove Wally Baltzer to call Frank Nitti.

Baltzer offered to sell his business to Nitti;

and Nitti, intrigued by the additional fortune

he could make by being his own supplier, agreed to buy.

They made an appointment to close the deal

on the following night.

With over half of New York's precincts reporting,

Franklin D. Roosevelt has piled up

a commanding 160,000-vote lead.

He is also scoring heavily in Massachusetts,

Rhode Island and Connecticut. Turn that off!

Although it is early...

Looks like Roosevelt is...

Well, forget Roosevelt. Where's this chemist?

He'll be here.

Call him.

I can't call him.

He's living in the cellar at our factory,

and I had the phone disconnected.

I'm telling you, he'll be here, Frank.

He better be here, after that big buildup you give me

about nobody knowing this formula but him.

Most of what I'm paying for is him.

When you settled with him, was he happy?

Why shouldn't he be happy?

I gave him close to half a million.

I didn't ask you why he shouldn't be.

I asked you if he was.

I don't want somebody coming to be my partner

with a bad taste left in his mouth from his old partner.

Well, he's happy about the settlement.

Why shouldn't he be?

You know what I'm gonna do, Wally?

He's here.

Hello, Russ.

The traffic's terrible.

Well, this is your new partner, Frank...

Russ Shield, one of the best chemists in the whole world.

We'll do all right, huh?

We'll do fine.

Well, that's it, Frank.

Here's the names of the companies

that'll sell you the alcohol...

and the peoples to contact in the companies.

And... the deed to the factory.

There's 750,000 in this suitcase.

That's a lot of money to pay for a couple of names

and a broken-down plant.

Not too much when you add in you and that formula.

The formula is not worth anything.

What are you talking?

The government already knows about it,

and they've changed their formula.

You're crazy!

What kind of a double-cross is this?

I'm surprised at you, Wally.

Did you think I'd let you get away with this?

Why you... NITTI: Shut up.

He's lying!

I said shut up!

You got something to show to prove what you're saying?

He gave you a list.

Call any of those names and ask them

if the government didn't add new chemicals to the alcohol

in the last 48 hours.

Call.

He's a maniac, Frank.

He killed the head chemist, and he made me kill Max.

And now he's out to get me, too!

I told you to shut up.

I'm really surprised at you, Wally.

If there's any hitting, around here, I'll do it!

The government added new chemicals

to all the alcohol in town.

Oh, no. Don't be a fool, Frank.

He'll get you, too.

He'll take everything you own. He'll own your speaks!

You'll see! Shut him up!

Get him out of here!

Find someplace and get rid of him.

We'll make good partners.

I like a boy who looks after my interests.

I like such a boy.

I didn't do so bad for myself, Frank.

Wally split a million dollars with me

to break up our partnership and now...

I'll get Wally's half, too.

First Villon, then Frimmel, and now Baltzer.

Shield's gotten them all out of the way.

Where is he?

All we've got is

a noose of circumstantial evidence against him.

We've got to find him so we can pull that noose around his neck

and make him yell "Guilty!"

We've combed the whole town.

He's probably ducked out,

now that he's got everything he wants.

Not quite everything.

Remember what the girl said?

"Strange bird."

Proposed to her the first time he saw her.

Said he'd wait for her answer in a couple of weeks.

It'd take him that long to become a millionaire.

Let's see if we can pick up a millionaire.

Lorna?

Yes, who is it?

Russell Shield.

Well...

Did you strike oil, yet?

I told you I'd be back.

Oh!

Oh!

You're under arrest, Shield,

for the murder of Jacques Villon,

and complicity in the murders

of Max Frimmel and Wally Baltzer.

You're joking.

How could I have possibly have murdered anyone?

If you've forgotten,

the district attorney will refresh your memory.

You're wasting your time, Mr. Ness.

You haven't got a thing.

Besides, a jury won't convict me on your intuition.

I've got more than intuition, Shield.

Now you're telling lies.

Am I?

I've got three coroner reports, Shields,

three hours, on three different days.

The jury's going to want to know

what you were doing at 7:30,

the night Jacques Villon was murdered,

9:30 the night Max Frimmel was murdered,

and 11:00 last night, when Baltzer got it.

What are you going to tell the jury, Shield?

What... days are you talking about?

October 20, October 23, and last night.

Well, what are you going to tell them?

I... Save your breath.

Unless you can back up

everything you're going to say with witnesses.

Does that sound like intuition?

Come on.

They'll... go easy on me, won't they, Mr. Ness?

Three murders in two weeks...

they'll go easy with you all right.

They'll put a cushion on the electric chair.

No.

The electric chair... they won't kill me.

When they see me, they'll understand...

A poor handicapped man caught up in the syndicate.

What else could I do?

What else could I be?

Save your act for the jury.

What else could I be?!

I'll tell you what you could have been.

For one thing, you could have been elected

President of the United States yesterday.

Come on.