Original subtitles

(speaking indistinctly)

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

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

( suspenseful theme playing)

ANNOUNCER (reading):

ANNOUNCER: Tonight's episode:

Robert Stack appears as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Virginia Vincent

and Joe De Santis.

With special guest star: Cliff Robertson.

( tense theme playing)

NARRATOR: Outside the walls of Lewisburg Federal Prison,

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

(thunder crashing)

After serving two years and 17 days

of the life sentence for his part

in the four-man holdup

of a Federal Reserve bank shipment,

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

(panting)

My leg.

It's broken.

Get the car.

( dramatic theme playing)

(engine starts)

Hey, what are you doing?!

(man screams)

The jailbreak was only step one

towards a half-million-dollar haul

that had never been recovered.

Now there are only two ways to cut the melon:

Half to Ed Johnson,

custodian of the fortune, who had never been caught,

and half to Frank Halloway.

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

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

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

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

♪ Maybe I'm in For crying the blues ♪

♪ But nevertheless... ♪

Charley, what's my name, Charley?

Say my name.

Say my name, Charley. Mona.

Mona. Mona Valentine.

(sighs)

Now, you ask me.

What's my name, Charley?

What's my...?

Oh, there's my friend Mr. Oates.

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

so we can win the 500 bucks.

Two hundred and fifty bucks apiece, Charley.

(sighs)

Charley... what's my name?

Do you like me better without a part or with?

Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

What are you so grumpy about?

I arranged everything.

You're just getting rich helping me out.

Look, Dan,

I don't like Halloway coming here.

This is a clean joint, I'm worried.

Don't worry.

I don't like pessimists who talk down.

Talk up. Up, up, up, up.

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

Yeah.

(bell ringing)

They got their five minutes' rest, heh.

That's paradise to them, huh?

(chuckles)

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

about this other thing.

Why not?

W-well, I thought

maybe you could do it better.

Hey, you dunce-head.

I've been seeing that tomato every night

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

Now, she's perfect.

I want her.

Now go tell her before Halloway shows.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

What have we got here?

Oh, no, give me a cigarette, huh?

(exhales)

(sighs)

Thanks.

Anything for you, baby.

Yeah?

Well, when are you gonna get

these other guys to take the fall?

I can't go much longer with this Charley.

He's a tired cuckoo.

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

Then Mr. Oates is gonna send you

on a nice trip to California.

California?

What's the catch?

No catch.

You'll just be traveling with someone.

Who?

Look, Mona,

this guy is in a little bit of trouble.

With the cops?

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

(sighs)

Marty, all I want is the prize money

from the marathon contest,

so I can enroll me in a secretarial school

and sit down the rest of my life.

That's all I want.

Mona, Mr. Oates himself picked you.

I don't care if President Roosevelt picked me.

No. You understand? No.

(bell ringing)

(groans)

(piano playing mellow tune)

(band playing jazz)

What's going on?

Where?

"Where?"

What are you worrying, "Where?"

Leave the where and how to me.

Did I ever fail you?

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

I'm in the middle of explanations.

He's okay.

Marty, meet Mr. Wilson.

So, what it all adds up to,

is I got you all set.

A car with innocent plates.

A brand-new identification

with drivers' license to match.

Twenty-five hundred dollars in cash

in small bills for expenses.

A list of hideouts from coast to coast,

which you'll have to memorize and burn

because it's too hot for pen and ink.

And a contact in L.A.,

who'll take you to Johnson and the loot.

Well?

What's your end?

Half of your end.

A hundred and twenty-five thousand bucks.

Now, look, Frankie,

you don't know the details

it took to put this package together.

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

And here. Here. Come here.

Let me show you the clothes we got you.

Eh?

I thought of everything.

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

I got you off a murder rap.

Now, you do exactly as I say

and I'll get you across the country

to Johnson and the money.

You wanna try it your own way?

Good luck and no hard feelings.

Twenty-five percent.

Now, look, Halloway,

you're naked in the snow.

That's no bargaining position.

Half.

Fifty percent.

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

because I've got safeguards.

So don't you try anything.

(knocking on door)

Yeah?

(outside): It's Mona.

Are we in business?

Let her in.

You dirty louse.

Come on in, Mona.

Know what he did, that louse? Mona.

Charley took a fall.

Mona, I want you to meet Mr. Wilson.

How do?

Mr. Wilson, meet Mrs. Wilson.

No respectable man travels without his wife.

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

All expenses paid plus 500 bucks.

Five hundred bucks?

Oh, Daniel!

You deserve it, kid.

(chuckles)

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

at your new wife?

Say, he understands it's a marriage

in name only, don't he? Heh.

OATES: He knows you're my girl.

Nothing personal.

( ominous theme playing)

Halloway's on his way to Johnson

and a half-million dollars.

But which way is he headed?

Miami.

Baltimore.

Detroit.

Omaha.

Albuquerque.

The underground railway's spread

all over the map like flyspecks.

What about that report we had on Johnson

this morning from Scranton?

Phony.

The last verified report

concerning the whereabouts of Ed Johnson

was a year ago from New Orleans.

He could be anyplace by now.

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

to get to him.

The underground railway was not an actual railway,

but a series of stations around the country

where a criminal on the lam could eat,

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

Organized by smart lawyers, controlled by top gang leaders

and protected by certain local politicians,

a hunted man going in any direction

could travel in safety and style,

providing he had the right contacts

and enough money.

The next day, Eliot Ness flew

from Chicago to Harrisburg with Flaherty.

Ness was well aware

that Halloway's sensitivity about his ugliness

had kept him remote and friendless.

There was only one man who seemed close to him:

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

Why should Halloway tell me what his plans are?

My business with him was done

when he got sent up over two years ago.

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

(thick accent): Mali-cue?

She's asking if you want a manicure.

That's Tuki's hobby, manicuring.

No, thanks. I'm on company time.

After all, a little manicure wouldn't

constitute a bribe, Mr. Untouchable.

Very talented young lady.

She doesn't speak English,

but you should see the tricks

she can do with flowers.

Very artistic.

Whose car was waiting

outside the prison for Halloway

the night he got away? Yours?

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

Just because I defend a man for a crime

doesn't make me his fairy godmother.

I've defended hundreds of them.

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

I'm leveling with you.

Then why don't I believe you?

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

A couple of raids on a couple of speakeasies

and you'll be fine.

Remember a man named George Dayton?

You still trying to pin that on someone?

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

A wife and two kids.

Pick it up.

(snickers)

They took that out of Dayton's heart.

Halloway put it there.

They couldn't prove it in court.

I was there when it happened.

So?

So... Halloway's not going free

to walk on George Dayton's grave.

(chuckles)

Look, I'm all for you.

You guys are doing a beautiful job.

Ness, my ally,

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

just different branches, that's all.

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

Heh, what are we arguing about?

Okay, bluenose.

You wanna confiscate this?

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

( tense theme playing)

(door opens, closes)

Ness was convinced that Daniel Oates

was Halloway's brain and had planned his itinerary.

He secured a court order,

then assigned Rossman and Flaherty

to the phone company

to check on all long-distance calls

recently made by Oates.

What about his home phone?

Home?

August, none.

July?

Oh, Mr. Flaherty. Look at July.

Cincinnati, St. Louis, Kansas City,

straight through to Los Angeles.

Well, now we're getting somewhere.

( dramatic theme playing)

Twenty-two straight hours of driving.

I feel like a pretzel.

And look at me. I look a mess.

And I'm starved to death.

Couldn't we stop for a hamburger at least?

(sighs)

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

(tires screeching)

It ain't catching, you know.

What?

Whatever it is I got that made you

jump away from me like that.

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

We just passed a hot-dog stand.

Where are we going anyway?

You ain't gonna do nothing bad.

Mr. Oates promised me I wouldn't get involved

in nothing illegal.

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

( suspenseful theme playing)

MAN: Your telegram said you'd be here today,

but didn't say what time.

Mm-hm, yeah. Good, strong teeth.

No problems, Mr. Wilson.

But...

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

What's wrong?

I want my fee in advance, please.

One thousand dollars.

To file a couple of teeth?

One thousand dollars.

Frank!

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

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

I knew you the minute you came in the door.

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

I treat lots of the boys.

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

You knew you'd be safe.

Look at the chance I'm taking.

Give me the right price,

or you won't be in business.

How much, doc?

Two hundred dollars?

Listen to me.

You've got no choice.

There's no time to shop around.

Do a good job, doc...

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

( suspenseful theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

August 5th, two days after the jailbreak,

Ness was in Cincinnati,

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

He was sure that Halloway would be traveling by car,

rather than risk being recognized

on a public conveyance.

And so drafting men from the local police department

and federal agents from the Ohio office,

he set up a series of roadblocks around the city.

Ness himself was stationed on Highway 22.

Okay.

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

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

It's after midnight.

Halloway should be approaching the city anytime.

We've got every road covered.

(engine starts)

And get some sweet rolls too, will you?

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

We just passed another sign.

I have to say it.

It's day and night, it really is.

What an improvement.

I mean it.

All of a sudden you notice

you got a nice shape to your face.

And your mouth.

If you could do something to your nose,

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

Plastic surgery.

If you could have some plastic surgery,

you'd be very attractive.

I mean it, Frank.

You don't believe me, do you?

Do you believe in anyone?

Don't you believe in anything?

Yeah, I believe in something.

What?

In getting even.

With who?

With everybody.

( ominous theme playing)

Look, there's a diner.

You promised me I could stop at the next diner.

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

Hey, officer.

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

Sure is easy to spot.

Ugly cuss, ain't he?

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

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

Shut up. I'm scared.

What'll they do to us?

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

I said, shut up.

Now, listen to me.

You go in there and tell that cop in there

you saw a guy that looked just like me

going in the men's room back there.

You got that?

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

Just remember,

you've been traveling with me.

So if they catch me, they catch you too.

I'll do just what you say.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(speaking indistinctly)

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

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

( dramatic theme playing)

All right, miss.

You can go through now. Thank you.

That coffee here yet? Not yet.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Keep it moving up there. Come on.

Keep it moving. Come on. Come on.

Get going.

I said, get going.

( action theme playing)

When Ness realized that Halloway

had slipped through the net

that surrounded the city of Cincinnati,

he wasted no time.

With the cooperation of the Cincinnati Police,

he staged a series of raids

on speakeasies, gambling dens

and other places that were known

to have harbored fugitives from justice.

They found no trace of Halloway,

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

in a well-protected station of the underground railway,

Tomaso Fellini's funeral parlor.

Well, everything all right?

Mmm. Delicious. Good.

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

Uh, anything else?

Well, what about me? Where do I sleep?

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case, you sleep upstairs.

We pay as we go, Mr. Halloway.

The check is under the dessert plate.

Hundred bucks for a meal?

I do not make the prices.

The boss decides that.

Easy.

If you got any complaints, see the boss,

Mr. Alphonse Capone.

He's resting in Atlanta,

but he's not retired.

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

that will be 500 more apiece. You...

You're explosive stuff.

It's dangerous.

What will it be, Mr. Halloway?

Will you be staying?

Yeah.

Take my marker?

Of course.

But in that case, the price is doubled.

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

taking advantage that way.

It's not even good business.

What's to stop him from getting on a boat

and skipping the country once he gets his money?

Then what good will his marker be?

Mr. Capone runs the best collection agency

in the world.

Okay, bloodsucker, you win.

Show her where she shacks.

Lady?

How much extra for a bath?

That's included.

Well, I'm surprised.

Hey.

Bloodsucker.

Yes, Mr. Halloway?

Put me down for another reservation.

For when?

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

(chuckles)

( mellow theme playing)

MONA: It's a difference of night and day.

What do you want?

I just come to say good night.

I always like to say good night to someone.

It's a habit.

Good night.

Good night.

The next day, Ness investigated a report

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

outside Cincinnati.

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

before it was deserted,

ace fingerprint expert William Roberts found several.

Some belonged to Halloway

and some to an unidentified person

whose prints were not on record.

Then, on August 15th,

the body of a Dr. James Crenshaw

was discovered.

The doctor had been run over

by an automobile in his own driveway.

Ness learned that Dr. Crenshaw

had been a plastic surgeon with a criminal record

for performing his services on fugitives.

In his files, Flaherty found sketches

of the doctor's patients

before his skill had been applied.

That's Halloway, all right,

before the doctor went to work.

What's he look like now?

Anything would be an improvement.

With a new face he can travel in the open,

change courses, move freely.

We gotta find Johnson now.

At least we know what he looks like.

We knew what he looked like all along.

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

still haven't been able to nab the guy.

We know Halloway's got an appointment

with him and the money.

According to Oates' telephone calls,

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

We never had that much to go on before.

I guess you're right.

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

But how many lives later?

( tense theme playing)

Well?

See for yourself.

The doctor said it would be

swollen for a while.

It's a very good job.

Yeah.

Well, I ain't no lily,

but at least it's not the same face.

And my f-fingerprints are gone too.

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

of those bloodsuckers.

Yeah.

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

Sure he did.

In a couple of weeks,

you'll be gorgeous, you'll see.

Maybe I'm nuts,

but I think you're pretty gorgeous now.

( mellow theme playing)

(horn blowing)

(man chuckles)

(group laughs)

MAN: Poor James.

You better hide the flask. Here comes the conductor.

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

Oh...

(laughing): Oh, that was a good idea.

(speaking indistinctly)

(laughs)

Nobody's offering a drink.

Would you like...?

Hey, you better get ready.

We'll be in Albuquerque in a few minutes.

Don't you think it would be better

to go right on to Los Angeles?

No, I gotta see a guy in Albuquerque.

What guy?

A guy that's gonna raise my hairline

into one of them widow peaks.

"Electric something," they call it.

Why?

Nobody can recognize you as it is.

Well, I gone this far,

I might as well go all the way.

(group laughs)

(chuckling): That crowd's a riot, huh?

You think it's smart

getting so friendly with people?

Why not? I got a new face.

I'm a new man.

Hey, you see them dames?

Yeah, I see them.

Yeah, it's all gonna be perfect.

No fingerprints to squeal on me,

a face people can look at,

and I'm headed for a quarter

of a million bucks.

When you get the money,

maybe we could take a trip somewhere.

Like Hawaii.

That's across the water from Los Angeles.

We could pick coconuts off the trees

and learn to do the hula-hula

and things like that, huh?

Yeah.

(man chuckles)

(speaking indistinctly)

They have suppers on the beach

where everyone sits around

with little pieces of printed cloth on

and eats food like chop suey,

only Hawaiian.

(horn blowing)

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

heads and all, that's what I heard.

Won't it be fun?

I'll go get the suitcase.

( mellow theme playing)

They say the water is bright blue.

ANNOUNCER: And now back to The Untouchables.

( tense theme playing)

Who is it tonight, that pigeon-toed waitress?

That guy wants 50 bucks to finish

the last treatment on my hair.

Fifty bucks?

We ain't got 50 bucks left.

We're broke.

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

Hey, Frank, wait. Give me that.

Sixty bucks, huh?

I ought to slug you for lying.

I was only thinking for your own good.

One more day, I'll have a hairline

like a college professor.

We can't stick around here another day,

that's the last money we got.

Nobody's asking you to stick, Mona.

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

Mean what?

(chuckles)

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

Stop nagging me, will you?

I won't nag you no more.

And quit looking at me

with those jellyfish eyes of yours.

I understand, Frank.

It's like you was just born.

Born handsome, so you have to experiment.

Only those other girls don't mean nothing

to you in your heart, right?

Am I right, Frank?

No.

You're dead wrong.

Any one of them mean more to me than you.

You wanna know the truth, Mona?

I can't stand the sight of you.

I can't even stand to touch you anymore.

I feel the same way about you

as you used to feel about me.

Remember how you used to feel about me.

You remember?

Oh.

So you...

You think you don't need me anymore.

You feel safe. You want me to get off.

That's it.

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

That's right.

You're the only one.

You better listen, Frank.

I'm your Los Angeles contact.

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

I'm the one who's gonna lead you

to Johnson and the dough,

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

And you'll never see your money.

(airplane roaring overhead)

I...

I don't care if you wanna stick around here

till that guy pretties up your hairline.

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

Don't be mad, Frank.

I just got used to saying

good night to you, that's all.

( dramatic theme playing)

Frank.

Frank.

(sighs)

Hello?

I'd like to make

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

in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, please.

(indistinct chatter)

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Who?

Put her on.

Mona, I told you not to telephone me.

It's an emergency.

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

Your friend tried to kill me.

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

the only thing that stopped him

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

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

So, what are you scared of?

But what about after he sees

where I'm supposed to take him?

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

No, Mona, you can't.

I'll lose everything, Mona.

The income-tax people are after me.

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

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

to meet Mr. Johnson.

If you need your cut so bad,

you better jump out to Los Angeles

and take your friend personally to meet him.

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

Look, Mr. Oates, I...

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

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll reserve a room for you

in Los Angeles right next to ours,

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

No, it's not okay.

Mr. Oates, I'm telling you,

you better come,

or no one's gonna meet no one.

(door opens)

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

for what I said.

Did you, Frank?

Did you really?

(sighing): Oh, Frank.

I guess I kind of had you scared there

for a while, huh?

You sure did.

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

I was so scared, I called Mr. Oates

and told him to meet us in Los Angeles.

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

No, let him come.

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

( dramatic theme playing)

NARRATOR: In Los Angeles, the same day Mona called out,

Ness was continuing his round-the-clock search

for Ed Johnson.

No long shot was ignored,

from flophouses to houses of prostitution.

But Ed Johnson was not to be found.

In Harrisburg, the telephone supervisor had contacted

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

I've tailed Oates to the airport.

He bought two roundtrip tickets to Los Angeles

on tonight's 12:05 flight.

Sounds like he's in a hurry.

Get on the plane and stick with him.

Right.

Ness' plan was to keep the lawyer

under constant surveillance.

And that way, Ness believed Oates would lead him

to both Halloway and Johnson.

Rossman trailed the lawyer and his girlfriend

to the Hotel Casa Verde on Sunset Boulevard.

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

Capiche? Good.

Now, we're gonna keep my appointment

and have fun like I told you.

All right, Tuki?

Mona.

Hello, Oates.

Who's this?

That's him, Mr. Oates.

That's Frank all done over.

Isn't he gorgeous?

Frank?

Frank Halloway?

Sure.

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

I can't get over it.

Are you sure this is him?

In person.

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

I'll tell you later.

Let's get going. Mona, get dressed.

Okay, honey.

Honey?

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

Just a lovers' quarrel.

I'll be ready in a jiff.

Yeah.

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

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

And make it quick.

I can't get over it.

It's like magic.

You don't even sound the same.

Heh.

(water running)

OATES: Just a shave and a bath.

I'll only take a couple of minutes.

( suspenseful theme playing)

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

Hey, I said, keep the door open.

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

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

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

He'll be a year yet.

Oates ain't going.

Why not?

'Cause he's dead.

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

Nobody takes 50 percent off me.

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

Ow!

Let me go! You're hurting me!

Frank, wait!

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

Maybe that'll clear up your mind.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry.

Tuki.

(water running)

Tuki.

(screams)

Thanks very much.

TUKI: Craps, seven and 11.

Eliot, a couple named Wilson have the adjoining room.

Could be the new-look Halloway

and the person he's traveling with.

Must have been here waiting for Oates.

TUKI: Seven and 11.

Sounds like Japanese. We'll need an interpreter.

MAN: Uh, Mr. Ness.

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

Dated tomorrow 8 a.m.

If Oates came out for the meeting

between Johnson and Halloway,

it was obviously due to take place before then.

TUKI: Seven and 11.

No use upsetting the girl anymore.

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

Seven and 11.

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

Craps.

Craps.

Craps?

Seven and 11.

Seven... Seven-eleven?

Lieutenant,

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

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

The 7-11 Club?

Craps. Seven and 11.

Craps.

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

That's why she's all dressed up.

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

( dramatic theme playing)

"Guests of the 7-11 Club only."

This is where I meet Johnson, huh, Mona?

(tires screeching)

This is it, huh, Frank?

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

You know something?

I never was in love before.

Outside of you, nobody knows my face.

Only you.

I'd never rat on you, Frank.

You're the only one, Mona.

Good night, Mona.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Good night, Mona.

(indistinct chatter) (knocking on door)

Wanna see Ed Johnson.

Frank Halloway.

Okay.

Through there to the foot of the stairs.

Yeah?

I wanna see Ed Johnson. Frank Halloway.

Well, he's been waiting for you.

Upstairs. First door on the left.

Hello, Ed.

Hey, Ed. Hmm?

Oh, yeah... What do you want?

I was just...

Who are you? Heh.

It's me. Frank.

What are you trying to pull?

(laughs)

I had you fooled, huh?

Had my face made over.

New teeth, nose prettied up.

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

Huh, Ed? Huh?

But it's the same old Frank Halloway.

How you been, anyway?

Did you bring it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I brought it.

Now, who are you?

It's me, Ed.

Frank.

You don't smell like a cop.

Well, how do you want me to prove it?

You can't.

Hey, wait a minute. Look.

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

I used to come and visit you, right?

That was in the papers.

All right. All right.

What else can I tell you?

If there's any shooting, be careful.

It'll probably be crowded.

How do we recognize Halloway with his new appearance?

We don't. We recognize Johnson.

We know what he looks like.

We'll have to catch them together.

Your sister had a dress shop on Broadway, right?

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

All right, come on.

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

Marie.

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

Martha.

You ain't even close.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Ed.

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

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

You ain't.

Hey, wait a minute.

Ed, wait a minute. Look.

Look at my eyes.

Listen to me talk.

It's me, Frank Halloway.

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

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

Keep away from me.

You don't wanna believe me, do you?

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

I come 3000 miles.

Three thousand miles, you...

( dramatic theme playing)

I'm Frank Halloway.

(Ed grunting)

I'm Frank Halloway.

I'm Frank Halloway!

I'm Frank Halloway.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Not well, no.

MAN: Come on, here we go. Seven and nine.

MAN 2: Headed back? MAN 3: Yeah, I'll see you later.

MAN 3: Good night.

Excuse me.

ED: Halloway! Halloway!

Come back!

Halloway!

( dramatic theme playing)

(engine starts)

Halloway!

Stop where you are. You're surrounded.

(rapid gunfire)

(tires screeching)

(Halloway grunts)

( dramatic theme playing)

After nearly three years,

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

Untouchable George Dayton, early victim of Frank Halloway.

All that was left to say about Mr. Halloway

was he died good-looking.

( dramatic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.