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(theme music plays)

WALTER WINCHELL: January 1933.

"Depression" was the key word.

Money was just a memory.

Apples were a nickel.

Add another nickel,

and you could dance away your hunger.

(band playing lively music)

Marty?

Is it okay if I leave early?

You all right? I mean, you're not sick or anything?

Oh, no, I'm just a little tired.

-I thought I'd change and... -Okay, okay, check out

and go on home.

And, Ellie...

get yourself some rest, huh?

♪♪

(lively music continues)

♪♪

(whistle blowing)

(car engine starts)

(gunshot)

(woman screams)

ANNOUNCER:

"Line of Fire."

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Ed Nelson,

Joe De Santis,

and Sherwood Price.

Narrated by Walter Winchell.

WINCHELL: 10:35 p.m.

An hour after the brutal killing,

Lieutenant Roy Gunther, Homicide, Chicago Police,

was on the scene.

Well, she worked for you.

You must have known something about her--

who she knew, who liked her,

who liked her on a slab.

Anything'll help.

I'd like to help you in this, Lieutenant.

You're gonna have a rough road.

Oh. Story of my life.

She was a good girl, too.

Quiet, minded her own business.

Not once out of line.

Nice girl.

A lady.

Well, let's not get carried away.

-She did dance for dimes. -Look, maybe I ought

to straighten you out on that, Lieutenant.

These are nice girls working in my place,

and they work hard.

They work here because they know I run a clean shop.

You build a nice case.

(chuckles) Didn't mean to get up on a soapbox, but...

Sure. Uh, back to Ellie Haskell, though...

Well, like I was telling you before,

she's a good girl, that's all, period.

Look around ask any of these girls.

See the blonde over there in the blue dress?

She's a wonderful girl.

She used to be Ellie's best friend.

Why don't you ask her-- you'll see.

Thanks.

Look, Lieutenant, if there's anything I can do,

anything at all...

you just say the word, huh?

♪♪

(sighs)

Marty, I just heard what happened.

-Who are you calling? -Get out of here.

Look, Marty, calm down. Let's talk it over first...

Get out of here, will you? Advice?

You disappear for over an hour, and you come back here

loaded with advice. Now, where were you?

-Well, come on, where? -A headache. I had a headache.

I had to get aspirins-- I couldn't find a drugstore open.

Well, I pay you to run this place.

You have your headache on your own time.

-Get out of here. -Look, Marty...

Go on, get out of here.

Bogan? This is Marty Pulaski.

Oh. (chuckles)

My competitor.

What's on your mind?

Blood. Blood's on my mind.

Well, interesting subject. Anybody I know?

Yeah, sure, the girl you had hit in front of my place tonight.

You drunk or just dreaming?

Don't forget, Bogan, you're the one that started this.

Is that a threat?

Well, worry about it.

(chuckling)

You're a smart little huckster, Marty, but, uh,

you're overmatching yourself.

Also, you better talk to your tailor.

What about?

About a bulletproof suit!

Beautiful. That's just what I tried to stop you from doing.

Go have a headache somewhere.

Proof, what proof do you have

that Bogan hit the girl, huh, Marty?

-Show me the proof! Show me! -Proof? What do you want?

You want it on a billboard or something?

I'm cutting into him, and he's worried about it.

Killing the girl's nothing more than a warning.

Believe me, he's worried plenty.

Give me that.

He's worried, huh? Why should he worry?

He owns 80% of all the action in town; you own 20.

Sure, now. But I got a brain,

and I got ten years on him.

Maybe next year the 20% has grown to 40, and then 50.

Then first thing you know, he's on the outside,

and it's his nose pushing against the window.

Eight years, Marty, eight years I worked for him.

I know his style!

If he wants you stepped on, he'd have found a better way.

Sure, what you're saying is, he's losing his touch, right?

Hey, kid! Well, I'm gonna hurry up

his timetable a little, that's all.

-Hey, kid! -Sorry.

-Get the car, will you? -Sure, Marty.

Look, Marty, one more try, huh?

Once more. You're shooting too high.

-There's more than just Bogan to worry about. -All right.

All right. You do the worrying, huh?

I'll do the shooting.

Sorry, Phil, can't make it.

I'm leaving for New York in one hour.

Grand jury testimony.

Oh, about a week, I'd say.

Good. See you then.

Sorry, Roy. You were saying you just left the dance hall

-and you remembered something. -Yeah, where I'd seen

a couple of Marty's girlfriends before--

being booked at the station.

-Soliciting. -So?

So I did a routine check of the dead girl's apartment.

Ellie Haskell.

(chuckles) Marty said she was popular.

-How popular? -Apartment rents for $200 a month.

Closet's jammed full of clothes from the top stores.

Uh, not one full-length mink; two.

Also, uh, this little goodie.

That's a pretty select list of boyfriends.

(chuckles): Ain't it the truth.

You're saying the dance hall's a front,

Marty Pulaski's running girls.

Saying it softly, until you can hang it on him.

That won't help much, not this charge of all to prove.

The girls won't talk; too scared.

Same goes for the boyfriends.

We've been the route.

Eliot, I... I know you got to run,

-but... -Lee doesn't.

Between the two of you...

(chuckles): That's funny.

I came up here to dump it in your lap.

You're still ahead of the game-- you got Lee.

He knows Pulaski better than I do.

He's from the east originally.

New York. He's smart and careful, no record.

And if he is in the rackets, Vince Bogan would be

pretty touchy about the competition.

He could've killed that girl.

And Pulaski's capable of returning the favor.

Exit Vince Bogan.

One thing I can do, I'll see if I can dig up

any more on Marty while I'm back east.

Well, happy expense account.

I know that look, Marty.

What did I do now?

-Forget it, just drive. -No, no, come on.

All right, it's what you don't do.

-Marty! - Just like at the office.

Everything was hitting the fan, and you couldn't care less.

-I heard it. -What does it take to get your interest, huh?

To get your nose out of the magazine?

I do my job.

What, driving me around?

Any $30 punk could do that.

It's being my brother that gives you

-the couple of hundred. -Thanks for rubbing my nose in it.

You think I care about the money?

It's you. You've got nothing.

No shove, no muscle!

Give you a crummy little room

and your magazines, and you're happy.

Now, what kind of a way is that?

And what happens if somebody gets lucky and knocks me off?

Then where will you be, you and your magazines?

You'll be out on the breadline, that's where.

You haven't told me where we're going.

Down here, left on Alpine.

Bogan?

Oh, Marty, no, no, now, don't start anything.

Look, you wanted to be just a driver, be one!

(chamber music playing)

(knocking)

-BOGAN: Who is it? -Vince it's me, Marty Pulaski.

BOGAN: Come in.

(chamber music continues)

Easy, Vince, huh?

Easy?

(chuckles): I give up.

-I, uh... -What do you want, Pulaski?

Oh, come on, now, old buddy, you wouldn't shoot

a nice, clean, upstanding young fella

who's supporting 30 beautiful girls.

Vince, look,

I got a bad temper and a quick mouth.

I felt so stupid making that phone call.

I had to come over here and apologize to you in person.

It's as simple as that.

♪♪

Now, come on, will you buy me a drink and forget about it?

Just tell me how I can make it up to you.

(Bogan chuckles)

-What are you drinking? -Oh, thanks.

-Bitter gall, mostly. -(chuckling)

Forget it.

-Scotch all right? -Fine, fine.

I knew you hadn't worked your way up here carrying grudges.

(phone rings)

Oh, sorry.

Yeah?

Oh.

Well, thanks for the tip; I'll keep it in mind.

(chamber music recording ends)

(chuckles)

Funny. That was a Fed named Hobson.

Oh, Ness's boy.

Yeah. He, um...

he's worried about my health.

He says you might just try to hit me.

Smart cop.

But how's he gonna prove?

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(woman screams)

(cries out)

WINCHELL: The killing of Vince Bogan

lit up the switchboard at the local police station.

At least a half a dozen people had heard the shots

and called in.

Lee Hobson and Lieutenant Gunther

arrived in a matter of minutes.

There was no tangible evidence,

but the killing seemed to point in one direction.

You stupe, you idiot!

What is it with you?

What?! I mean, taking off like that, just leaving me.

You know what could've happened to me?

Marty, I'm sorry.

You're sorry, is that all you got to say?

Well, did you do it, Herbie? Why?!

I don't know why.

I-I don't even remember...

Herbie, Herbie.

Well, Lieutenant!

That's two visits in three hours--

must be something here you really like, huh?

Not necessarily.

-You know Mr. Hobson? -Oh, yeah, sure. We met.

-Come on in. Sit down. -Rico.

(laughs) Why don't you tell me what you're looking for.

If you guys are through wasting time...

We've got lots of time, Mr. Pulaski.

Where were you an hour ago when Bogan was killed?

Bogan? You mean Vince Bogan?

Why, that's awful.

I knew him. I liked him.

I'm stunned.

HOBSON: I'm sure you are.

It'll probably say so on the wreath you send.

An hour ago where were you?

I was right here, going over my books.

I never left this place. Isn't that right, Herbie?

Oh, that's, uh, my brother, Herbie.

You were here with him?

That's right.

I asked him.

I was here.

What do you do, Mr. Pulaski?

He drives for me.

And unless that's illegal, say good night, gentlemen.

-For now. -Uh, no hard feelings.

Nice to see the authorities working again.

Makes a citizen feel safe.

(lively music playing)

That's the wrong direction.

Party's over here.

Want to dance?

You can whisper nice things in my ear.

No, thanks.

You're awfully cute, Herbie,

but you're not exactly a fireball.

What a shame.

Well, we won't get any mileage out of him.

-He's smooth. -He's also protected.

He's playing his brother like a puppet.

You know, brother Herbie just might be our route to Marty.

Maybe I'd better stick around.

Yeah, keep an eye on Herbie.

Whatever you find out is more than we have right now.

WINCHELL: Two days later, the funeral of Vincent Bogan.

The company was small but select:

a few favored business acquaintances,

a respectful Marty Pulaski,

and the real star of the afternoon,

Janos "Jake" Szabo, top-echelon racket lord

and longtime friend of the deceased.

Good-bye, my friend.

Marty, you stay. We talk a little.

Sure, Jake, I was just waiting for you to say the word.

I know him a long time, Marty.

You, a much shorter time.

What could I do, Jake?

I had to hit him for both of us.

What? Huh?

(sighs): Jake...

when he killed that girl, he didn't just do that

to get me out of the business.

He was defying Jake Szabo.

Now, you set it up, Jake-- you told us how it was gonna be.

Did I cry once because you gave him the big piece?

No, not once.

That's because I respect the man at the top.

-Szabo's word is law with me. -Very commendable, Marty,

but you could have come to me.

And what? Told you that your best friend

had no respect, no loyalty?

Jake, a business is built on loyalty.

I mean, it falls, and the business crumbles.

No, Jake.

I couldn't let him do that to you.

I owe you too much.

I want to build up the business, Jake, not tear it down.

Please.

I know in my heart I did right.

I think you do, too.

You're a good talker, Marty.

Maybe too good.

- Jake... -I buy what you say.

It seems right.

I hope I never find out you make mistake.

I don't like funerals, Marty.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Barrymore himself would have applauded.

(chuckles): You should've been there, Cully.

You, too, Fran. There they were,

looking down at Bogan.

Looking down at Bogan but thinking of me.

Waiting, wondering what Szabo was gonna do to me.

Well, I had him eating out of the palm of my hand.

He was gonna hit me. He was gonna hit me.

But later, he just dumps the whole town into my...

(laughs): Come on, smile a little, will you?

Enjoy for once. Enjoy.

Smile a little, will you?

Live it up.

(mid-tempo jazz playing)

Come on.

Good start.

You might even get to the next step.

Supper.

Buy me supper tonight.

Late supper.

All right.

You beat the deadline.

I was about to give up on you.

Am I under arrest?

I told you, just a little talk.

-About what? -Your brother.

Sure, but what?

You'd like him to stay alive, wouldn't you?

-Look... -Herbie,

we know you were lying for Marty back at the dance hall.

Now, that's understandable.

But things have changed since then.

He's in big trouble; he could get killed.

Now, you tell us the truth, and we'll give him protection.

He'll stay alive in jail; outside he's dead.

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

About Jake Szabo.

Bogan was Szabo's best friend.

The word's out Szabo ordered Marty killed.

I knew you were lying.

-Herbie... -Lying.

They talked at the funeral.

Marty and Szabo, I heard 'em.

Well, there wasn't any argument.

They were nice and friendly.

Can I leave now?

Sure, Herbie, you can leave.

Well, nice try.

But you didn't really think he'd spill?

He spilled more than he realized.

Marty sold Szabo a bill of goods at that funeral.

Maybe we can use that.

FRAN: Marty, I can't do it.

Please. I just can't do it.

MARTY: Fran, just do what I say, huh?

FRAN: Send someone else. Herbie'll be sore.

MARTY: He'll get over it.

But we were going out to dinner!

Look, business is business!

Now, you can eat anytime.

I made the appointment for you-- you keep it.

-Herbie'll be so disap... - Just leave Herbie to me!

♪♪

-(screams) -(gunshot)

♪♪

ANNOUNCER: And now, back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: The rooftop killing of a Chicago housewife

was reported to the police.

Their conclusion: she had been attacked

by the sniper who had killed another here two weeks before.

(chuckles) All right, Charlie.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah. I got a lot of good ideas about your whole setup.

Better take, a smoother operation all the way along.

(chuckles) All right, I think you'll like to hear

what I got to say.

Right, I'll see you, buddy.

All right, bye.

That stupe.

(sighs)

I'm gonna have him out on his ear in a month.

Slow, Marty, slow. You're moving too fast.

-You got to slow down. -All right, all right.

In a couple of months, then. In the meantime,

we shave his percentages down, huh?

Oh, so now you are making decisions without Szabo, huh?

Szabo, I got Szabo right here in my pocket.

Who could afford to say no to me now, huh?

Look, Marty...

Well, enter His Highness.

What's the matter, kid, you sick or something?

Uh...

MARTY: Well, where you all night?

Just out.

All right.

All right, Herbie.

But, look, this has got to stop, you understand?

From now on, we're gonna have a whole new start.

You got to get a hold of something.

You got to take a new interest in something, huh?

Now, you behave-- you behave, you might move

into Charley Brant's spot, huh?

Even with a little piece of the action.

Marty...

I have to talk to you.

Now.

Well, I got a little work here, kid. Later.

Marty...

please!

Later means later.

Well, I'm surrounded by crepe hangers here!

What's the matter with everybody?!

FRAN:

Woops. Pretend I didn't happen.

(gasps, sobs)

Wha-What happened?

Herbie!

What is it? What's the matter?

Herbie!

(music stops)

(people murmuring)

Herbie, listen to me.

Hey, look, listen now...

Herbie!

I mean, why, huh?

Will you just give me a reason?

What, was it because I was busy or something?

Because I yelled at you a little?

I mean, is that a reason, Herbie?

Stop that, will you?

Will you stop that?

Stop...

because Marty says so.

You don't know what's happening.

All right, then tell me, huh?

Talk! I mean, say it!

I tried to, but you wouldn't listen.

Whoever listened to Herbie anyway?

Little Herbie, ever?

You remember, Marty?

"Later, Herbie.

"No time now, Herbie.

"Don't bother me, Herbie.

"Be like Marty.

Like Marty!"

What is Marty?

Look, you shut up.

You shut up.

He's dirt.

Makes everything into dirt.

No right to make dirt out of girls.

(sobs)

Oh, Ellie!

Ellie...

Ellie what?

I liked Ellie.

She was nice.

But you had to change her.

She's better off dead, Marty, isn't she?

You killed her.

You...

I think...

You think?

Not me.

The other one.

You know what you did to me?

Do you know what you did to me?

Do you?

Do you?!

Doctor, Marty...

I need a doctor.

Herbie. I'm here.

I didn't mean that.

Now, everything's going to be all right, huh?

I promise.

I'm gonna fix everything.

A doctor...

No. No doctor now, huh?

That can't do nothing but hurt you now.

No, you need rest, that's all. Rest, huh?

Now, look, you go home.

You stay away from the place for a while.

You stay out of sight, you'll see,

this thing'll all blow over.

It'll be like it was before, like it never happened, huh?

Now come on, huh?

Marty, I...

-I just want to stay a while. -Huh?

I have to think.

All right.

All right.

(sighs)

MAN: Marty!

Hello, Marty.

"Mr. Pulaski" will be just fine.

Mr. Szabo wasn't that polite.

He just said to bring Marty in.

SZABO: Interesting?

You don't believe this, Jake?

I mean, a smart man like you?

Is that all you have to say?

I'm disappointed.

A big man, he admits his mistake.

He goes out in style.

Now wait a minute.

I think I see.

Why, sure, that's what it is. I see it now.

Then let me see, Marty.

No?

Well, this is a trick, Jake.

Sure. It's one of the oldest stunts in the world.

But it's smart.

The Feds are using us.

-Oh, do better, Marty. -No! Look...

Divide and conquer, huh?

Page one out of the history books.

(chuckles)

Sure. Ness's boy is after me.

But he can't prove that I'm the one that hit Vince.

So what does he do?

He invents a sniper, huh?

Sure.

He gets you chasing after me, and me in the middle,

running, running scared.

Well, sure, don't you see it?

My, but it's a very fast mind.

-(chirps) -A shame, huh?

(chuckles)

Well, you'd have seen it yourself

if you and Vince hadn't been so close.

Hey...

Yeah, the Feds got this idea from you.

I mean, you pulled this yourself once, remember?

When you were ready to move in on Bartell's territory,

what did you do?

You planted an item in the column, right?

And then you just sat back and waited.

Well, sure.

The Feds got this idea from you.

(laughs)

Clever boy, Marty.

Very bright.

For what? Telling you the truth?

You know...

I know that you were supposed to swim tonight.

We postpone.

24 hours.

That's what you got.

(chirps)

For what?

To prove what you say.

Prove? How can I do that, Jake?

Bright boy like you?

You'll figure something.

Good night.

(bird chirping)

WINCHELL: 12 hours after Pulaski received his ultimatum,

Eliot Ness arrived back in Chicago.

It didn't take long to fill him in.

Looks like you made the right move.

If it works.

Should stir up a little static.

I'd buy tickets to Marty explaining it to Szabo.

I don't mean just that.

I mean, trying to work through the younger brother.

You sound like a man with a point.

After I finished with the grand jury,

I did some backtracking on Marty. Nothing.

What about Herbie?

That's the point.

He's a quiet boy, no criminal record.

He spent six months in a private sanitarium.

Psychiatrist in charge is out of state.

He'll mail the record in a day or two.

Another precinct heard from.

Herbie, huh?

He just might be a very sick boy.

It's just a guess.

Let's wait for the mail, huh?

Jake, this is wrong. I mean, this is wrong!

Now come on, be reasonable, huh?

Sure, I remember what you said.

I... I figured surely,

after you'd given it a little thought, you'd...

Much thought, Marty.

18 hours, almost.

That leaves you six, ho?

Look, Jake, I told you the truth, huh?

Proof, Marty.

But how?

I mean, you're asking the...

you're-you're asking the impossible, huh?

But asking.

All right, Jake, I swear.

Vince admitted he had the girl hit.

He told me!

(chuckles)

A shame he's not alive to back you up.

It's not proof, it's only your word.

In six hours, you don't even have that.

(banging on door)

Marty?

MARTY: Yeah.

Ah...

-Good.

Hey, what's it all about, huh?

I got a great idea. Great idea, but it was too much

to tell you about over the phone.

Made some coffee. You want some?

Uh, in a minute. Look, uh, sit down here a second.

Got a little paperwork to do, huh?

Look, lay this out just the way I say.

Uh...

"To the police.”

No, go ahead, go ahead.

"In case of my...

death.”

(gun hammer clicks)

Sorry, Cully.

Oh, Marty...

On the phone you say proof, Marty.

I see only a body.

Oh, come on now, Jake. Listen, will you?

I was scared. I told you the truth.

I couldn't figure out how in the world I could prove it.

I was going out of my skull.

Then all of a sudden, bingo, it clicked.

About Cully.

I remembered how long he'd worked for Vince.

And how quick he'd come over to work for me.

For less dough.

Then I remembered the night that the girl was hit.

He wasn't even in my place.

He came running up right after it happened.

I asked myself why.

I came up here to find some answers.

It came slow at first, and so I worked him over a little bit.

Then they came fast, huh?

Jake, he was working both sides of the street.

He was taking money from me.

He was taking money from Vince to put me out of the business.

He killed the girl, Vince paid him to do it.

So.

You killed him.

Well, I had to, he was trying to make a break.

Again you kill you proof, Marty.

Oh, not this time, Jake.

Not this time.

I found this in his desk.

"To the police in case of my..."

It's a good thing I found it, huh?

In here he names all of us.

You, me, Vince.

And the complete setup of our business.

We could burn for that, huh?

Any doubts now?

(sighs)

Jake, you're a tough sale.

It's a good thing I kept looking, huh?

Under the bed. Bring it out here.

Item number one: the letter.

Item number two...

I never paid him this kind of money.

Item number three needs no explanation.

Now, we friends again, Jake?

(chuckles)

I guess we have to be.

Oh, I'll take care of him.

Sure.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Szabo.

(phone ringing)

Well?

No answer.

I mean, there's got to be.

I... I told him.

Look, are you sure you're dialing the right...?

Let me... let me have it.

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

-Marty? -Look, uh...

What is it?

You, uh... you don't know where I am, huh?

You don't know where I am.

To anybody, huh?

(phone ringing)

HERBIE (over phone): Marty! Marty!

Herbie?

Herbie, baby, is that you?

It's Fran.

We've been trying to...

Herbie.

(knocking)

♪♪

So much for Mr. Pulaski.

Shame.

Bright boy.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

He never quits.

Marty?

Good afternoon.

Just talking about you.

Jake, hear me out, please.

You don't sound very well.

Why don't you relax?

Read a newspaper.

I was fooled, too, Jake.

Worse than you.

Run, Marty.

No, I'm not going to run, Jake.

I want to make it up to you.

How?

I was wrong, Jake.

There is a sniper.

He's... he's my brother, Jake.

He killed a girl.

Shame.

Then you killed Bogan for nothing.

You killed my very good friend for nothing.

I want to live, Jake.

Look, none of that was my fault.

I'll do anything.

Like what, Marty?

I'll make a deal, Jake.

I mean, an eye for an eye, huh?

No, better-- better than that.

You lost a friend.

I'll give you my brother.

And that should square everything.

I'll dump him at your feet, Jake.

Touching.

Good family man, Marty.

Well, why not?

He never thought about what he was going to do to me.

You got him, Jake.

Just name the place.

The place?

Place where I keep my birds.

Tonight.

10:00.

All right.

Eliot.

This just arrived.

Special delivery.

Thanks.

Herbert Pulaski.

Admitted.

Treatment reports, progress reports.

Here we are.

Diagnosis.

Ah, sick kid.

Sick enough.

We better talk to him.

(knock on door)

Hey, Herbie?

Marty?

-Marty? -Yeah.

Marty.

Hi, kid.

Look, uh, I want you to do something for me, huh?

And no questions. No questions.

I just want you to come with me.

Marty, I... I-l can't.

Now, look, this... this is important, Herbie, huh?

It won't take long.

Come on.

Look, I'll help you.

Slip into this.

Isn't that Pulaski?

Yeah, and Herbie's with him.

Be easy enough to catch him.

No. Let's play it soft.

Your head still ache?

Yeah, it hurts a little.

You... you want anything?

Just to get better.

You will, Herbie.

You will-- I promise, huh?

(coughing)

You want me to get you anything?

Last request, Marty?

I can order anything I want?

What?

Just don't tell me when.

Just do it.

(chuckling): Herbie...

Marty, I... I'm trying to make it easy.

How'd you know?

Could hear it in your voice.

That's one of your troubles, Marty.

You never listen.

But, then, I guess you never had time to learn how.

There's a car outside.

Well?

It looks like him.

That's nice.

He's just sitting there.

He never stops trying.

Amazing.

Marty.

I'm sorry f...

for the trouble I cause.

Shut up.

Will you shut up!

Get out.

The party's inside.

(birds chirping)

Hmm.

Ah.

Hard to keep up with him, no?

This time, only half a lie.

He brings the present, but not his promise.

Jake, please let me talk.

That's where I made my mistake.

What?

Of course. (chuckles)

He says, "Since Marty brought his present,

it's only fair to give him his."”

MARTY: Run, Herbie! Run!

(gunfire)

(gun drops to floor)

HERBIE: It'll be all right, Marty.

You'll see.

Where are the doctors?

They can fix anything.

Help me.

Please help me.

We will, Herbie.

WINCHELL: Within the year, Janos "Jake" Szabo

and his enforcer were executed

for the killing of Marty Pulaski.

Herbert Pulaski spent eight years

at the Northern Illinois State Hospital at Elgin.

When last heard of in 1957,

he was living a normal, constructive life

as a valued member of his community.