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You're on your own now, Randall.

Now.

Now!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Norma Crane, Linda Watkins and Ed Nelson.

Special guest star Larry Parks.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In the dark Depression days of 1932,

a man of wealth was a target

for the discontented of all shades,

from the hungry to the criminal.

Millionaire building contractor

Thomas B. Randall was no exception.

At ten minutes after 10:00 on the night of April 11,

as he entertained a party of friends

on his estate bordering Lake Michigan in Chicago,

the guard at the gate outside, Joe Alcott,

was about to receive a bonus of death

from the gang of George "Blackie" Dallas,

ex-society bootlegger, now gang leader,

and by reputation, ruthless murderer.

With Dallas that night were Pete Appleby,

formerly torpedo for the Purple Gang,

Marty Stoke, bank heist expert,

two months out of jail on a second rap,

and Jiggs, ex-heavyweight boxer, strong arm man.

Outside, Pop.

Pete?!

Well, when they tried to sell me the Eiffel Tower,

I thought it was about time I fought back, so I said,

"All right, I'll buy the property,

but do you mind showing it to me first?"

Oh, no!

I couldn't keep a straight face.

Tom was divine!

We had them working five hours

showing us every bit of construction.

Oh, you should have been there...!

So, I said, "It's beautiful, but I'm not interested."

I said, "You see, my wife is susceptible to colds,

"and I'm afraid all this open construction

would be too drafty for her."

The Eiffel Tower... Can you imagine!

On your feet! Everyone!

Marty.

Oh!

Oh, no! No!

No, no, please don't...!

Now, there's no need to get rough.

We'll give you whatever we have on us.

Pete!

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Where are you taking my husband?

We're not going any place.

What are you doing with him?

Now, listen to me, lady!

Notify the police, you don't see him again.

And that goes for your friends here, too.

One of you squawks to the cops,

you're putting the bullet through his head!

Oh, no, no!

No, no, don't!

No!

Kidnapping is the most reprehensible of all crimes,

and the most risky.

It requires the planning skill of a bank robber,

the dead conscience of a professional murderer

and the skill and instinct of a psychologist.

Few women have those qualifications.

Lily, Mrs. George "Blackie" Dallas,

was the exception.

Only recently out of prison,

where she had served five years for armed robbery,

she had masterminded bank jobs

involving nearly a million dollars,

long since spent.

Mostly, she stayed in the background,

a trick she learned from Master Legs Diamond,

who helped her through the awkward age,

supplying furs, jewels and know-how.

Like Diamond, Lily was an executive.

She handpicked her gangs and created her lieutenants.

The top talent she often developed herself,

sometimes married.

Present husband, George Dallas,

was her most original invention.

She had put a machine gun

in the hands of a small-time bootlegger,

taught him how to use it

and fostered the legend of his cruelty.

Yes?

We did it.

All right.

Meet me at my mother's tomorrow afternoon at 3:00.

Check. Anything else?

Just don't get careless.

Lily, it went beautiful!

You'd have been proud.

I'll be proud when we've got the money in our hands, George,

not before.

The getaway car was found abandoned

across the state line, prints wiped clean.

The kidnappers had obviously changed cars.

At the Randall estate,

guard Alcott's body had been recovered from the pond.

On hand next morning

to question Mrs. Randall were Eliot Ness and Lee Hobson.

You've given the kidnappers a good head start

by not calling the authorities, Mrs. Randall.

Every minute lost lessens the chance

of getting your husband back quickly and safely.

I wonder what any wife

would have done in my place.

There's something you can still do, Mrs. Randall.

You'll be getting a ransom note

from the kidnappers soon.

It will contain more threats,

as well as a demand for money.

Now don't be intimidated again.

I want your promise

you'll call me before you make any move.

I can't promise you that, Mr. Ness.

It may be your husband's only hope.

You say that because you're a policeman,

and it's your job to catch criminals!

And that's all you're really concerned about!

But I don't care if they're ever caught.

All I want is my husband back.

That's just the sort of thinking

they're counting on, Mrs. Randall.

I can't afford to believe

that you're right, Mr. Ness.

You see, I... I delivered the money

to a bench in Lincoln Park this morning as...

as this letter instructed me to.

It came this morning.

Ness moved quickly.

After instructing his men to send out messages

via the underground grapevine,

stating that the ransom money had been marked

and was therefore hot,

he got some answers on the ransom note

from a handwriting expert.

Words cut out and pasted together.

Written at different times with different inks.

There's one in pencil.

Looks like the writing of someone illiterate.

Possibly, but I'd be more inclined

to say it's a child's.

A child's?

Girl, probably, about nine or ten.

Notice the unevenness here and there.

It might indicate

an emotionally unstable little girl.

You had no right to throw out Arlene's compositions.

She saves them!

It was an accident, I told you.

You keep this place like a pigpen!

I was just cleaning up.

You're hard, Lily.

You never did have no gentleness in you!

Now where would I find gentleness, Mama dear?

From that sweatshop you sent me to work in

when I was 13 years old?

From the guys you picked up to buy your lousy booze, huh?!

You two been at it again?

Here. This is not for booze!

It's for Arlene's food.

Come on, let's get going.

Well, wait a minute. I got a toy for the kid.

I'll wait in the car.

See that? Not even his own kid,

and he had the heart to bring her a toy.

Her own mother don't even...

Why don't you crawl in a bottle and cork it?

Is this strictly a private party,

or can a handsome fella come in?

Did you know about it?

About what?

That she threw away my compositions,

even my poem, my secret poem.

Arlene, now, that was a mistake, baby,

but don't be sore at your ma.

Anyway, look what I brought you.

Coming, baby!

You know what?

Her name's Arlene, just like yours.

How about that for a coincidence?

Oh, don't be mad at me, honey.

I'm your fella, remember?

Good work, boys.

I hear it went like a breeze.

Just like you planned.

Well, everything else is gonna go just as smooth

if you follow what I say to the letter.

Now, when Marty gets here,

I'm gonna take the money, and I'm gonna hold on to it

just to be sure

that this Mrs. Randall doesn't pull any tricks, right?

If things look good in a couple of days,

I'll be in touch with you when we meet at the beauty parlor

for the payoff.

But until you get the word from me, you lay low!

And you don't try to make contact with each other or me.

That's in case there's any cop activity close by.

Do you understand that? - Yeah.

Where could Marty be?

He's not late yet.

I don't want to take up the subject

of what we do with Mr. Randall

until Marty gets here.

How'd it go, Marty?!

Money!

Ah, booty.

300,000 lollipops!

With solid gold sticks.

Now, what we have to consider,

and I mean it's our only...

Our only consideration is us.

Look, how can this guy put the finger on us?

We dump him off on the highway,

somebody picks him up, and he gets home.

We drove him around in circles.

He'd never be able to find this place again.

I say we play it safe.

Look, the guy's got a wife and family.

Oh. Oh!

Has anybody got a violin?

My husband's gonna entertain us with a sad song.

You planned he shouldn't be killed yourself.

Well, I'm planning it differently now!

Now, I say we protect ourselves.

And we shut this Mr. Randall up tight and permanent.

Permanent!

Now, what do you boys say?

Sure, Lily. Right.

You call it, Lil.

Well, you see, Georgie,

you're out of step with the crowd.

Are you gonna get back into step,

or are you gonna secede from the union, huh?

Look, baby, it, uh...

It was just a suggestion.

Well, let's get it over with fast!

Looks like Georgie's getting a little obsolete, huh?

I don't like anybody

criticizing my husband.

Well, I was just thinking

maybe you're thinking about getting yourself a trade-in

on a... on a new model, hmm?

A machine's a machine as long as it goes.

The difference is in the performance.

Are you getting ambitious, Marty, huh?

I got moxie I haven't even used yet, Lily,

and you... you've got brains.

That's enough of that.

Marty.

I hope I didn't let the air out of your tires.

You're on your own now, Randall.

Now.

Now!

The body of kidnap victim Thomas B. Randall

was found floating in Lake Michigan

by a holiday fisherman.

Yes, it's he.

May I have the wedding ring, please?

Oh, if only I'd waited for your advice.

Don't blame yourself, Mrs. Randall.

It might've made no difference.

Ben, let me see his hand.

Those scratches,

were they there when he was alive? Yes, sir.

It's in the coroner's report.

Looks like the letter "C."

Yeah, it sure does.

That might be a two, and those

two straight lines could be ones.

C-2-1-1.

One more number and it'd read like a license plate.

Just a lot of scratches to me.

Ness got a record of all Chicago license plates

having the numbers C211 on them.

Then his men undertook the task of tracking down

each possible car and checking its whereabouts

during the last 48 hours.

There were ten possibilities.

For Lily Dallas, there was only one:

to wait until she got word that the money was not marked.

Meantime, it was business as usual

at the Fleur-de-Lis Beauty Salon.

I thought you were sleeping.

I'm up.

How can you tell?

What's that, a new dress?

Is it? Well, what do you know?

I didn't even notice.

And a new hairdo.

Yes. I did it myself.

For who?

There's a short circuit

in one of the permanent wave machines, Georgie.

Why don't you make yourself useful and fix it, huh?

Who're you going out with, Lily?

Charlie Chaplin, he wants to put me in pictures.

Any objections?

It's Marty, isn't it?

Why don't you fix that short circuit, dear?

And why don't you answer my question?!

I'll answer it, Georgie,

when the time comes.

You'll be the first to know, I promise.

Go inside, Arlene.

Who is it?

Federal officer.

Mrs. Murphy, I won't take up much of your time.

I'd just like some information about your car.

You got a search warrant?

Who is it, Granny?

No one. Stay in there.

That car's bought and paid for.

If you want to come in, you get a search warrant.

I didn't do nothing the police have to go snooping around!

Fleur-de-Lis Beauty Salon.

George, there was a cop here just now.

What? A cop.

A federal cop.

He wanted to come in.

What'd he want?

It was about my car.

He's going to get a search warrant.

Ma, pack up.

I'll be over in ten minutes to get you. Ten minutes!

It's got to take longer than that to get a search warrant.

Even as they spoke, Hobson was alerting Ness,

who found the situation suspicious enough to move on.

He placed a call to the local authorities

and arranged for a search warrant.

A third call took place seconds later.

Yeah?

Marty, this is George.

Is Lily there?

It's George.

He wants to know if you're here.

I'm not here.

Uh, sorry, Georgie.

She says she's not here.

Quiet, now.

It's George.

Come on, sweetheart, get in the car.

Where are we going?

What are you worrying?

George'll take care of you.

Come on, baby, get in the car.

That's a girl.

Now, listen, Ma,

I'm going to take you to a place I know,

a hotel, a good one.

But there's one thing.

Lily's not to know about it.

You don't call her.

From now on, you take care of Arlene

like she was yours.

Yours and mine.

I'm footing the bills, Lily's out.

Why not?

She'll probably be glad to get rid of us.

Come on, we gotta hurry.

And now, back to The Untouchables.

That the car?

Yeah.

Looks like nobody's home.

Someone didn't want your Mrs. Murphy

to get to know you better.

Let's have a look around.

Eliot?

This look familiar?

Child's handwriting.

If it matches the ransom note, we're getting started.

Keep looking.

How old would you say Mrs. Murphy was?

Oh, late 50s. Why?

Think she's a type for "Desire Me Red" lipstick?

I wouldn't have thought so.

It wouldn't be the kid's.

Late 50s, you say,

that could make Mrs. Murphy a grandmother.

If so, there's a generation missing.

The kid's mother.

Maybe she's the "Desire Me Red" type.

What's this?

"Manufacturer's sample, not to be sold.

Blush Cosmetics."

Not to be sold, to be given away... to whom?

I may be way off,

but I got a hunch this lipstick case is loaded.

The child's handwriting on the paper

found in Mrs. Murphy's house checked with the ransom note.

Ness's next stop was to the office of the president

of the Blush Cosmetic Company.

The president's name was Francois Simone.

Oui, this is from our line.

That is, we did not go ahead and mass produce.

They decided the color was too raw.

Who's "they"?

The trade.

You see, we make these samples

and give them at no charge to the trade.

They give us their opinion.

If they do not like, we do not manufacture.

By the "trade", you mean the beauty shops?

Oui.

Do you keep a record of what shops get the samples?

Of course. Would you like to see?

Please.

Oh, Danielle, ce monsieur voudrait la liste des clients

a qui nous avons donné le "Désirez-Moi" en rouge,

sil vous plaît.

N'importe quoi pour ce monsieur.

Danielle has mistaken you for a buyer.

That is to say, if she knew you were an officer of the law,

she would not be so bold.

Oh, I see.

Merci.

We distributed only a dozen of "Desire Me Red"

in the greater Chicago area.

Ness looked over the names and addresses.

It would take less than a day to check them all.

The Ness manufactured rumor of the marked ransom money

had finally reached the right ears.

There was a hurried meeting

in the back room of Lily's beauty parlor.

Hey, look, I'm not saying it's the final proof,

but if I get it from the Turkish bath,

and Jiggs gets it from the Capone boys...

How come I didn't hear it?

You don't have no contact with the word, Lily.

It sounds like the kind of talk

that the fences might have started.

What for?

To get us to unload the money cheap.

It could also be true.

The Feds are in on the case.

If they got to Mrs. Randall first,

the bills could have been marked

and still left in time for Marty to pick them up.

I don't need you to color pictures for me!

Well, that's the way I look at it, too, Lily.

That enough out of you, too!

All right, we don't spend the money yet.

So what do we do?

The one thing we don't do is to act without thinking.

I'll take a day or so to come up with something,

and in the meantime, I'll...

Yes?

There's a man here wants to see you, Mrs. Dallas.

Why is she still here?

She stays to clean up after I closed.

What's he selling?

I don't know. He wants to see you.

Now, that could be trouble.

It could also be a salesman.

I'll see him in a minute.

All right, we'd better break this up.

Keep cool and stay away from here.

A meeting like this, once too often,

could become noticeable.

When I've got something, I'll get in touch.

Out the back way, boys, I'll show you.

Look, I, uh, I got a little insurance picked out for us...

A bank job...

Just in case the money doesn't cool off soon.

We need a bank job now like we need to grow tails.

Look, I mean for you and me.

A little trip, maybe... costs dough.

I've got other plans for the money, Marty.

I'm gonna buy me a house,

for my old lady and my kid.

And then Georgie and me will try to make it family style.

Oh, come on, you and George!

I keep forgetting that's why I married him

in the first place,

because he gets along with Arlene so nice.

So nice, it makes me jealous sometimes.

All right, what about me?

You don't own the lease yet, Marty,

you only just put in your application.

Get going.

Hello, I'm Mrs. Dallas.

You wanted to see me?

How do you do?

Just like to ask some questions.

Eliot Ness!

You're the man that spills Al Capone's beer.

I try.

Well, what would you want here, Mr. Ness?

This is a salon, not a saloon.

I know the difference.

Mrs. Dallas, ever been at number 154 East Hub Drive?

Oh, I've been to a lot of places, Mr. Ness.

You can't expect me to remember all of them.

I mean recently.

Well, perhaps, if you told me who lived there,

maybe I'd remember.

A Mrs. Murphy.

Murphy!

That's my maiden name.

But my mother's dead.

She was the only Mrs. Murphy I knew.

Just a chance.

Do a good business in cosmetics?

Not bad.

You must keep up with all the latest colors.

It is my business.

Ever hear of a shade called "Desire Me Red"?

No, I don't think so.

Why?

You've never used it, huh?

Good night, now.

Good night, Margie, dear.

I was asking you if you'd ever used it.

What?

A shade called "On Fire Red".

You were asking me

about a shade called "Desire Me Red".

Oh, you remembered.

Mr. Ness, what are you trying to prove?

Suppose you answer the question, Mrs. Dallas.

All right.

As far as I can remember,

I never used that shade.

Does that answer your question?

Not definitely.

Is there anything else?

Yes, that, uh, that powder case there,

I think my wife might like it.

What's the price?

This so called "powder-case", Mr. Ness,

is called a compact.

It's ten dollars.

Don't bother to wrap it.

There we are.

Thank you.

Thanks for your time, Mrs. Dallas.

And thank you for your business, Mr. Ness.

George?!

George!

Yeah?

Eliot Ness was here!

He asked me about my mother.

He knows where she lives.

What'd he want with her?

Central 3978.

He also bought my fingerprints on a compact!

Oh?

Well, where is she?!

Where could she be at this hour?

Maybe you got the wrong number.

We're going out there right now.

Oh, Lily... give it another try!

Lily!

Ma?

Arlene?

Ma!

Could be Ness picked them up.

No, no, I could tell by his questions.

He never talked to my mother.

Maybe she just got tired of fighting with you,

took Arlene and scrammed.

Why?

Why would she take the kid and walk out like that?

Oh, sure, sure, we-we fought,

but we've been fighting all our lives.

That's how we are!

We don't know anything else!

Lily...

You've got women's eyes, Georgie.

Do you know that?

Where do you get off feeling sorry for me?

Look, honey...

I'm gonna tell you something, Georgie.

Let them go.

I don't need my mother.

I don't need my kid.

She needed me, Georgie!

Maybe this is what the doctor ordered...

A clean break.

That's what it is!

Maybe it's time for a clean break

all the way around.

Baby, don't... No!

Get out, Georgie.

You get out, get out!

Get out, get out!

Get out!

No, Marty, I'm through with that routine.

It's for suckers... no more!

Because I want to get moving fast!

Now, George knows a fence he used to do business with.

An even 50 cents on the dollar.

Yeah!

We're still ahead, Marty!

We deal the others out.

How about it?

We can go on that trip you talked about, Marty.

Just the two of us.

We'll live it up like the world is gonna end in a week.

Like we're on the tail end of a fire cracker!

Lily's fingerprints revealed her prison record,

adding to Ness's interest in her.

A quick investigation by his men

revealed other pertinent information.

She's no small-time gun moll.

Before Legs Diamond threw her out

she was said to be the power behind the throne.

She has a daughter, aged nine, father unknown;

her mother's still alive, whereabouts unknown.

Her husband, George Dallas, former bootlegger,

said to be a big man with a machine gun.

His nickname is "Blackie" Dallas.

Since she left Legs,

several bank jobs have been attributed to her.

Only the last one was provable.

That's the one she got sent up on.

Anything else?

Just incidental information.

According to the warden,

Lily's IQ was the second highest

ever to cross the prison threshold.

But not high enough to keep her out.

Where do they live?

Well, they both get their mail at the beauty parlor.

Probably living quarters in the back.

Unfortunately, we've got nothing

to tie them in with the Randall kidnapping,

except a lipstick and some favorable signs.

We've got to get a lot more.

That means alternating shifts day and night

in the area of her beauty salon.

I want to get to know Mr. and Mrs. Blackie Dallas intimately.

That's the woman who works there.

Something wrong, Mrs. Dallas?

No, Margie, nothing's wrong.

Uh, would you dust off the stock in the supply case?

Yes, Mrs. Dallas.

We're being watched.

Ness?

Maybe it's just my imagination,

but I think you're gonna take a little walk up the street.

Let's take a ride around the corner.

I didn't see anybody.

Well, they're out there all right.

What's the name of that fence you knew?

The one that could handle anything?

Sal Figero?

Go out the back way and get the car.

I'll meet you around the corner at 12:30.

What for?

We're gonna get what we can

from that ransom money and beat it.

It's getting very uncomfortable around here.

Yeah, but if they're watching the store,

how are you gonna get out?

Especially with all the dough?

Baby, this is Lily, remember?

Get going.

Wait a minute.

You'd better take Junior.

We may need him.

20 after 12:00... No customers.

Mrs. Dallas isn't doing a very good business.

Lunchtime for the help.

The Dallases must be minding the store.

Why would they close the shop this early?

Let's have a look.

Don't see anyone in there.

Help! Help! Listen.

Help!

Someone help me!

Now remember,

we don't take less than 50 cents on the dollar.

Sure, Lily.

Only that don't leave much to divvy up five ways.

We're not going to divvy it up five ways, Georgie.

Just two.

Who's the two?

Now, who do you think, George?

300 grand.

Same as the take from the Randall snatch.

I thought you went into the bank heisting business, George.

We're not here to talk hobbies, Mr. Figero.

What are you offering?

Not a fence in town would touch this loot.

The word's out.

Make an offer.

No offer.

I'll take 60 cents on the dollar.

You'd take 40, only I wouldn't pay it.

That hot, huh?

Like they say,

you could see it glow in the dark.

Plus, with Ness on the case,

handling this stuff is for the suicide-minded.

Me, I got no such inclinations.

Sorry, George.

We've got something else worth selling, Mr. Figero.

Talking bullets!

You know what they say?

They say, "Bye, bye, bye, bye!" Mr. Figero.

Now, there's only one way to shut them up.

You talk first.

50 cents on the dollar.

Come on, lady.

George don't want to shoot anybody.

Look at him!

He's got a stomach full of powder puffs.

That's what happens to a man

when he lets a woman take over, George!

Now, George... now!

Lily.

He's laughing at you, George!

But there's no reason.

You listen hard, laughing boy!

Hysterical for hours

after the Untouchables liberated her

from the beauty parlor, Margie, under sedation,

calmed down enough for Ness to question.

That's all I know.

She called me in, I walked through the door,

I... I felt something hit me on the head,

and the next thing I know, I'm lying on the floor all tied up.

Any idea where they've gone? No.

Did you ever hear them mention the name Randall?

They mixed up in that?

Did you?

They never talked in front of me at all.

That's all, miss, thank you.

They're making a run for it.

Did you get the all-points bulletin out on them?

All taken care of.

Blackie went to the toy store.

Did he buy anything?

No, he just talked

to the guy behind the counter.

They might have done business before.

The guy behind the counter

might be worth talking to.

Oh, it looks like it could be a good long time

before we can get anything out of that ransom money.

Meantime, we gotta get something

to put in our pockets.

Marty there's got an idea.

Tell them about it, honey.

All right, it's a bank job.

Now, I got the whole thing cased and a guy on the inside.

Should be at least a hundred grand in there for us.

We split it up five ways, and...

well, that's a lot of coupons for ten minutes work.

When does the heist come off?

This afternoon.

So quick?

We gotta act quick.

Ness is moving in.

Ness?

I'd like to have a look at the lay of the land

before we pull the job.

You and Jiggs, get down there right away.

Marty and me will meet you at the corner

of Simpson and Elder, south side.

The bank's across the street.

When?

Give us a half an hour.

What about me?

You stay here by the phone in case we need you.

You think you can handle that, Georgie?

I still think you're making a mistake.

Don't worry about him.

If he talks, he puts the finger on himself.

And that takes something he hasn't got.

Come on, Marty, what do you say

you and me go out and have a drink

before we go to work, huh?

I'm ready.

If you leave me, you're gonna be sorry, Lily.

Oh, stop it; you're breaking my heart.

If you leave me,

you'll never find your mother and the kid.

What? What's that?

Yeah, yeah, it was me who got them away.

I know where they are.

What do you mean, it was you?

The Feds found the house. I got them out in time.

I was all set to tell you about it

when I heard you talking to Smiley here.

Where are they, Georgie?

Leave me, and you will never find out.

Never!

Marty!

You come here, you.

Hotel Trafalger... room 301.

I'm gonna go there right now.

No! Good night, George!

No, there isn't any time!

Look, after the job.

As the Untouchables headed for the toy store,

Marty's project was being staged.

It was conducted with boldness,

in broad daylight in the Dillinger manner.

With inside help from accountant Morgan Gates,

who had sold the scheme

to Marty, it started smoothly.

Gates had waited a year

for this, and he was proud

to have his former colleagues see him in this new role.

Anyone reaches for an alarm is dead.

Over there.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Oh, yes, Mr. Dallas

was a very good customer.

He has a little girl, nine years old,

or at least his wife does.

Did you ever have any toys sent to her?

I believe so.

Do you have an address on her?

Yes. Here... 154 East Hub Drive.

I've got that one. Isn't there a new address?

No, sir.

Oh, but this came back this morning for repair.

A bellboy from some hotel brought it in.

Mr. Dallas bought it just the other day.

Do you have the name of the hotel?

Can't say I do.

When is this supposed to be ready?

Oh, it's ready now.

I told the boy he could pick it up any time this afternoon.

We'll wait.

Ready yet?

Yes, yes, it's ready.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Hey, I thought we're going back

to Marty's place.

Lily likes it better this way.

You boys stay in the car until I call you.

Marty, come with me.

Mrs. Dallas?

It's Ness.

Eliot?

She's in the hotel.

I lost her at the elevator.

Been waiting for you, Lily.

This is how I dreamed you, Georgie.

Like you are right now.

Just like this.

I... I've got plenty of money now, George.

We can go away, the two of us.

Forget Marty.

The two of us, Georgie.

Put the gun down, mister.

Lily Dallas's nine-year-old daughter was given

in custody to the state and grew up

to become a well-known Broadway actress.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Blackie Dallas,

their renewed romance had begun too late.