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I guess you're right... Things change in ten years.

But the women... They don't change.

They look just as good.

Yeah.

I'm coming back, Lefty.

You can do it.

If anybody can, you can do it.

Right.

Let's get this dust off our feet.

I wanna meet people.

Come on, wake up in here!

Wake up!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Herschel Bernardi,

Don Gordon, and Robert Emhardt.

With special guest star Jay C. Flippen.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In October 1932, Al Capone was jailed.

As the cell slammed shut, vicious wolf packs

began to bite off small hunks of the Windy City.

One of them, a forerunner of Murder Incorporated,

was headed by Francis James Gruder.

His contracts for death

threatened to stop all Canadian imports and exports.

Whose every move broke a federal law.

Frankie Gruder... 11 arrests, no convictions.

A specialist in a business

where you were only allowed one mistake.

♪ ♪

Ness!

Hold it, Frankie.

Well, he got off the hook.

How far can he swim?

In another part of the city,

another underworld figure was trying a different angle.

Julius Albert Vernon, "The Bookkeeper,"

was trying to beat the stock market.

September sugar, 45, November wheat, nine.

It's getting late, Julie.

Every night this week.

Ruthie's getting sore.

So who asked you to marry my sister?

September sugar, 45, November wheat, nine.

Thought Ruthie was waiting for you.

Why don't you go home?

It might be a friend... Somebody we know.

Friends don't knock on alley doors at 1:00 in the morning.

Good night, Sid.

Good night, Julie.

I'm hot, Julie.

I'm freezing, but I'm hot.

Why me?

I did you a favor.

You owe me.

That makes me a friend.

That was four years ago.

I squeezed the trigger for you.

All it cost you was a lousy handful of flowers.

Ness... he jumped me and three of my boys tonight.

Some canary must have sang.

All right, what do you want?

Ten grand,

a place to hide and a way to get out of town.

Don't you get paid for your jobs?

Well, sure.

25 grand for that politician, ten for the stevedore.

But you know how it is.

You can't be seen collecting it.

All I can give you is money.

Goodbye, Frankie.

I can't move, Julie.

The town's alive.

Everybody I know is asleep.

Oh, no. You got one friend.

He stays up late every night.

Thanks, Julie.

I run out of friends quick tonight, eh?

Face it, Frankie.

You ran out of friends the day you were born.

Frankie Gruder's at the head of our list.

You know that, Jim.

Sure, Eliot.

Three hours now, not a whisper.

For a bunch of pros, we look like Major Bowes Amateur Hour.

Sure, Eliot. Is that all you can give me, "Sure, Eliot"?

I'd rather have more men.

Can't you transfer a squad from traffic?

I have over half the Chicago police on prowl.

If he can be found, they'll find him.

Eliot?

I just checked with Rico and Bill... nothing.

Looks like your boys don't have any ouija boards either.

Look, uh, why don't we both back off just a bit.

Sure.

The third man in the chain reaction

set off by the brutal killing of the longshoreman

was hard at work in an unusual office on State Street.

He was a fixer, a contact man,

a guy with a remarkable memory.

His office hours, 12:00 to 3:00 a.m.

Price, reasonable.

Result, guaranteed.

Janus "Willie" Wilinsky.

Nails polished.

Clean behind the ears.

You come a long way, Willie.

Long enough to be called "Mr. Wilinsky."

I've got a job for you in Buffalo, New York.

You get the train tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.

Find a man named Rankin in Compartment C.

How big a job?

A factory.

Pays five grand.

I get my 500 after you collect.

I'll bring my own matches.

And make it look good.

Only don't hang around to admire your work.

I got Frankie Gruder.

So let go of him.

I'm not here to buy advice, Willie.

And Ness has got this whole town jumping.

He's even got the blue boys hopping for him.

Do you know anybody who can get him out of town?

And I know somebody who can bring him back:

Ness.

Frankie Gruder is a very important man.

So why let him go to jail?

He only goes if Ness catches him.

I say make everybody happy.

Even Ness.

That night, a man named Larry Croft,

unaccountably confessed to the killing of the stevedore.

The following day, November 8, 1932,

the Depression-battered Croft appeared

in a routine lineup at a Division Street precinct.

Observing him were two stevedores,

who stated they had witnessed the killing.

That's him, uh,

the last man there, far right.

Are you positive now?

I'll never forget that face.

You've got remarkable eyesight.

All right, you two can get out of here.

All right, that's all.

Croft?

Yeah? Why?

What do you mean "why"?

Confessing to a murder you didn't commit.

Well, look, Officer, I...

I ain't ever killed anybody before in my life.

I'm sure sorry about this now.

I did it.

I got to take my medicine.

Don't choke on it.

And he signed the confession.

Tear it up. It's a phony. The two eyewitnesses?

I don't care if you get the whole Sixth Regiment.

Johnson.

Yes, sir, I'll be, I'll be over right away.

The D.A. requests the pleasure of my company.

I think he's going to congratulate me.

You're being taken, Johnson.

Just bring in Gruder on a charge that will hold up in court.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Somebody set Croft up to this.

Frankie Gruder?

He's not smart enough.

Well, he's smart enough to keep out of sight.

Wait'll the jury comes in.

The minute Croft is sentenced,

Frankie'll come crawling out of his rat hole.

When he does, we'll put a tail on him.

Night and day. I want him double-teamed.

I want to know who's doing the thinking for Frankie Gruder.

The trial of Larry Croft went quickly,

but not too quickly for Willie Wilinsky and Julie Vernon,

who could only await word of the verdict.

Is it over?

Just like Willie said, "one to 14."

Beautiful!

And while the judge is saying "one to 14,"

I'm looking at Larry Croft and even

he's got a smile on his face.

With 25 grand in his pocket, he can afford to smile.

Get a laugh out of Ness?

Don't joke about Ness.

We were three to one.

You fixed things pretty good.

I don't forget.

Willie, I owe you one.

I hope I never need your kind of favor.

Well, you never know, you know?

You couldn't do business with a better firm, Willie.

He's the best.

Like you or me.

Well, in that case, I'll split a cab with you.

You got a deal. Boys?

You know, we work very well together.

Yeah?

Life is mathematics.

Music, books... everything is mathematics.

Numbers: get the right combination and you can't lose.

Yeah.

Hey, you know... you know, there's one thing I learned.

No matter how good or bad you are,

a loner don't live long.

And he always dies poor.

We're loners. We're good.

Not good, the best.

Yeah, but we're always on somebody's payroll.

I mean, they hire us, they fire us,

but we never get a piece of the action.

You mean a corporation of our own?

Sure, us three.

I mean, why not?

The three of us.

Each guy does his own special job and we split three ways.

We licked Ness.

We could lick anybody, Julie.

Together, we could be a big man.

Willie... Frankie...

together we could be a giant.

Working 15 hours a day, seven days a week,

Julie Vernon examined the financial statements

of every major retail business in Chicago.

Purpose: extortion.

But to Julie, the figures didn't add up.

Lousy.

What do you mean, it's lousy?

You put up the figures yourself.

And I looked at them myself.

I certainly came up with the right numbers, didn't I?

Well, if they're the right numbers, then...

For somebody else, not for us. Not for us.

Oh, Julie.

In other words, what you're saying is

we're not going to take over any of the businesses

like you have on the blackboard. Right?

That's right. That's what I figured.

We got to move fast. We got to travel light.

Like a boxer, like Barney Ross.

Let somebody else do the dirty work.

We got to hire. Pay off. Fire.

Move on.

With my contacts?

And your gun.

What do you say we go into the "people" business?

People, on a big scale.

Special jobs, tricky jobs, impossible jobs.

We find the right people, handle the whole job on contract.

That sounds good, but where would we start?

Names... we need names, Willie; a lot of names.

Torch men, fuse men, acid men, trigger men.

You've got to find the names from anywhere, everywhere.

Just see who's available.

Well, for what? I got to know what kind of jobs.

Just find the names.

I'll find the jobs.

And you see that they get done.

We're going to be an employment agency.

Deal.

Willie and Frankie just left.

Bill's on them.

What about Vernon?

He didn't come out.

Thanks.

It's open.

Hello, Julie.

It's been a long time, Mr. Ness.

It's nice to know you remember old friends.

I thought maybe you'd be too busy with your new ones.

New ones?

Wilinsky and Gruder.

You keeping their books, Julie?

Well, they drop in for some advice.

We're investing money together.

Uh-huh.

Barber shops, grocery stores, drug stores...

Drug stores or the narcotics they carry?

The sale of narcotics is illegal without a license.

You never did look like the grocery store type, Julie.

You're right. I'm not.

But let me show you something.

Food stores are a very good investment right now.

As you can see, we're in a growing economy.

Now, the bigger the population, the more they have to eat.

If you've saved some money,

I'd be very glad to let you in on some things.

I'll bet.

Well, why don't you come in and talk? I'd be happy to see you.

If I come in and talk, you won't be happy.

Investing?

You get three heads like that together,

it's got to come up something illegal.

Smells a little like extortion.

I wonder if extortion is dirty enough for them.

Three days later, the triumvirate rented office space

on the South Side, and opened

the "National Personnel Services, Incorporated".

Assets: the wits of the founders.

First client: slot machine king Pete Gort.

You know the boys, Pete?

Hi, Pete.

Willie. Frank.

I don't get it. What's your cover?

We're strictly legitimate. We really work in personnel.

Have a seat. Come on, Pete.

No thanks.

Let's say, uh, Frank Nitti needs 50 waiters.

We supply them.

Charlie Crosset needs a dozen drivers for his flower shops.

We get them.

We keep records and pay taxes.

Listen, Julie, I got me a warehouse.

The trucks take the slot machines right to it.

Unload easy as pie.

All of a sudden, Ness is hanging around.

So, move.

So, move? Just like that?

You got another place?

Sure.

But it's over on the North Side.

What's the address?

It's behind 230 North Grant Street.

Produce district.

I know, I know.

Ah. Oh, good.

One, two, three...

In six blocks is a federal distillery.

Well, now what do I want with a federal distillery?

And on the other side...

Ah. Elementary schoolhouse.

Eight, ten blocks.

You're a big help.

Two diversions.

Come here, I'll show you, Pete.

Come on, come on.

Here. That's your schoolhouse.

Now, an arson man will touch that off

at, let's say, 11:00 at night.

That'll draw every available local cop in the area.

Right?

Right. Okay.

There's your federal distillery.

Now we stage a raid.

We move in a bunch of guns, lots of fireworks.

That takes care of the Feds.

They break every Charlie Paddock sprint record getting there.

Right? Right.

Now, at just the right time,

your trucks roll down the main drag

in between.

Right smack out in the open.

And we unload the slots and that's that.

Very neat.

I want to move fast.

We'll have a meeting on it tonight.

I'll bring my boys.

No.

You bring nobody.

Willie brings.

What do we need?

One match man for the schoolhouse,

one fuse man, two strongarms.

Three guns for the distillery and the drivers.

All from out of town.

Package deal, huh?

How much?

$75,000.

Okay, Julie, I'll go your way.

I'll have ten G's sent over later tonight.

Of course, if the job is botched...

It won't be.

Tuesday night that schoolhouse goes up at 11:00 p.m.

Tuesday night, November 2, 1932,

a raging fire swept through

the Division Street Elementary School,

drawing to its premises eight fire companies

and every available policeman in the district.

20 minutes later,

at the federal distillery on nearby Dock Street,

the second phase of Julie's plan was set in motion.

Hey, stupid.

Come on, hurry it up.

Come on!

His name is Connors.

He's been a guard here for 30 years.

He took two slugs.

Eliot, the other guard's dead.

At the same time, Agent Enrico Rossi

had been staked out to pinpoint the location

of Pete Gort's slot machine warehouse.

Yeah?

Pete Gort, Julie.

The trucks just pulled in.

Nobody gave them a second look.

Of course.

I want to talk about money, Julie.

I want to change the deal.

Oh?

Well, maybe I ought to let you talk

to one of my associates about that.

Frankie Gruder, you remember him.

I want to change the deal.

The $75,000... I want to make it $80,000.

I never saw them before in my life.

Are you sure? Positive.

You going to the hospital to see the guard?

We just came from there.

His name is Connors... 30 years in plant protection.

He never had a chance.

He took two slugs, one touched his spine.

He's still on the critical list.

His partner was killed outright.

It's all the same operation, isn't it?

I mean, taking care of me, the rush on the guards...

We found evidence of arson at the schoolhouse.

It all ties in together.

That's pretty shrewd for a hood like Gort.

We found the men who were doing the thinking for Frankie Gruder.

Looks like we found the men

who were doing the thinking for Gort.

Arson man.

Fuse man.

Gunsels.

Mechanics.

Drivers.

Your cut, Frankie.

Yours, Willie.

And mine.

Cash on hand for operating expenses.

This is only a starter, gentlemen.

This is only the beginning.

And now, back to...

After the success of the Pete Gort operation,

the trio had almost more business than it could handle.

Every prominent hoodlum in Chicago subcontracted

the National Personnel Service, Incorporated.

Vernon, Wilinsky, and Gruder

handled bootlegging, narcotics, women,

robberies and even interstate crime.

During one 30-day period, Chicago's rate of major crime

increased over the same period

the year before by a staggering...

108 percent.

I've got every available officer

covering the railroad terminals,

the bus depots, the airports...

Even got a roadblock on the Milwaukee side.

But as long as they keep

importing their hoods, we're in trouble.

I know that, Jim. We can't catch them all.

Even a small percentage.

Who's going to recognize an acid man from Syracuse

or a gunsel from St. Louis?

I haven't seen so much major crime

since Capone's heyday.

Lee, I want a round- the-clock watch

on all three of our personnel workers.

Hound them? Hound them.

We're going to be breathing down their necks.

Every move they make, every place they go, every dime they spend.

Sooner or later, they're gonna make a mistake

and I want to know about it.

The triumvirate's first mistake

was being seen on the street with prospective clients.

The Untouchables applied pressure,

and it was felt almost immediately

where it hurt the most: in their pocketbook.

Willie... I'm a business, not a charity.

No more handouts, Lefty.

Look, Willie, not for me... For Big Joe Hovak.

He's coming out this week.

Look, I'm not exactly a fan of the human race.

I never heard of him.

You don't forget an old friend like that.

He's been up for ten years.

I never heard of him.

He's coming out.

I just got word.

I don't like he should see me like this.

You can get another arm, like a secondhand suit.

Willie, just a couple of bucks.

He's coming out.

Get them from him.

Thanks.

This is getting to be a pain.

You still got somebody on you?

Ness and all his friends...

Customers are getting nervous.

It's hurting business.

So they tail us; so we give 'em the shake.

So we're covered, Julie.

You figured it out for yourself, by the numbers.

You add two and one, it's gotta come out three.

Add Ness, it could come out 20 years to life.

Ness, Ness... all the time Ness.

The man's got a hero complex.

He's got to put somebody in the can.

So we give him somebody...

just like we did before.

Yeah, we set someone up like Larry Croft.

Just in case, for insurance.

Anybody in mind?

That's Willie's job.

I'll find somebody.

Joe!

Joe!

Joe... Joe, Joe.

Oh, Joe, you... you look wonderful!

Oh, I sure been waiting for this.

Oh, you didn't send a wire or call... nothing!

I met all the trains.

I must've missed you.

Where is everybody?

What do you mean?

Well, what happened?

Where is everybody?

Well, Al's in Atlanta, you must know that.

And Jake's in prison.

Bugs, uh, he's in some hospital.

Things have changed, Joe.

Yeah, things have changed.

It's been a long time.

But what happened?

We used to have the meetings here!

We drove the trucks in here...

This is my place, Lefty.

What happened?!

Joe, that was 10 years ago!

All right.

I guess you're right.

Things change in 10 years.

I mean, they put a radio in your cell.

The cars look different.

But the women, they don't change.

They look just as good.

Yeah.

I'm coming back, Lefty.

You can do it.

If anybody can, you can do it.

Come on...

Let's get this dust off our feet.

I want to meet people.

Come on, wake up in here!

Wake up!

Come on, wake up!

Wake up in here!

Who are the guys at the end of the bar?

They belong to Frank Nitti.

Look, Lefty, you've been on the area around here a long time.

Is it really true that Nitti owns Chicago?

The Enforcer's got that big?

Yeah, he's holding the chair for Al.

Who else?

A guy by the name of Gort.

Never heard of him.

Some young punk named Crosset.

Never heard of him.

Some guys with a partnership.

Vernon, Wilinsky, and Gruder.

Willie Wilinsky? Yeah.

Him, I remember.

Keep the extras.

Thanks, boys.

Thank you a lot.

Look, you know where my old lady lives?

Come over there tonight.

Frank Nitti's the biggest, eh?

Yeah.

Gotta drop in and see him one of these days.

What for?

To take my town back.

I'm a Federal officer, Mr. Connors.

I'm here to investigate the raid

on the distillery where you worked.

Can you hear me, Mr. Connors?

Did you get a look at the men who rushed you?

Any distinguishing features?

Could you blink your eyes, Mr. Connors?

Twice for yes, once for no.

You understand me, Mr. Connors?

Do you hear me?

A little more time, Mr. Ness.

Perhaps a few days, a week.

Perhaps never.

Mr. Nitti say he ain't in.

Did you tell him who's calling?

Did you tell him I've been

holding my temper for two days?!

He says if he needs you, he calls you.

Did you tell him Big Joe Hovak?

Here's a half a hundred. Beat it.

I'll tell him myself!

I've been over it and over it and over it.

But everybody I think of

is either hot or not a big enough name.

So, we keep looking.

Got to find somebody.

Ness is too close.

One lousy cop and you both get the shakes.

I never saw a badge yet could give me anything but a laugh.

You think Ness is a comic?

Oh, no... no, no, he's smart.

He's very, very smart.

You've told me at least 50 times.

All I'm doing is waiting until he proves it to me.

The last time I heard that was from Al Capone.

Julie.

35 cents.

Out of 50?!

Keep the change, Mac.

Thank you!

What's the big deal?

Who's the stumblebum?

Big Joe Hovack.

He was big.

I never thought of him like he used to be.

Mr. Hovak?

Mr. Hovak?

Mr. Joe Hovak?

I'm Joe Hovak.

My instructions, sir, are that if you're not busy...

Oh, I'm busy.

Running alky from Canada.

And phoning for a costume for St. Valentine's Day.

Get out of here.

My instructions are to say that your car is waiting.

I'm to drive you to your office.

Took you long enough to get here.

Joe Hovak, late of Joliet Prison, was top dog again.

This was how number one was treated.

This was how you bowed to the boss.

Here you are, Big Joe.

Where it says "president," Joe.

That makes it legal, huh?

That makes it legal.

One mistake we don't make this time.

Why do you want me on these contracts?

Your name, Joe.

We need your name.

You know how it is.

Tell people that Big Joe is president now,

boom, they're clients.

That's why we're paying you $2,000 a week.

It ain't exactly hay, but we need your name.

That is, until you get your organization back.

What's your act, Wilinsky?

Talent, Joe, I supply the talent.

You see, the way we run things...

Eh-eh! My way.

Your way, Joe.

Don't push too hard.

Talks like a gunsel.

He's the best, Joe, nobody better.

The best.

So, how come you don't sit in Nitti's chair?

Punk.

He's president, Frankie.

What about the dough?

Well, that goes into a bank,

so we can keep records and pay taxes.

See, Joe, the way we're set up, we're a corporation,

and that's an extra legal protection.

How come none of you guys names are on them contracts?

Okay, Joe, I'm gonna level with you.

You see, last year, we had some trouble with the cops.

Well, maybe they'll come nosing around this year.

This way we don't put you under any pressure.

And besides, the word's gonna get around.

Everybody's gonna know who's the big boss.

Everybody.

They'll all know!

Capone, O'Bannion, all of 'em!

Any questions?

No questions, Joe, you're the boss.

You're the boss.

All right, all of you, blow.

I want you, I'll call you.

Sure, Joe. Come on, boys.

Frankie?

I should've shoved him back in the hole he crawled out of.

Cool off, we need him.

He's made to order.

Where is he now?

Still in there. Alone?

In a big executive chair.

Got a pretty fancy cell, Joe.

I didn't call you.

We're not touchy.

A Fed. That's right.

What do I do, buy tickets or put you on the payroll?

We're just shopping.

Well, you're in the wrong place, mister.

I served my full term, 10 years.

No parole.

Strictly legal.

You won't find nothing here.

Here, you wanna look?

Look.

National Personnel Services.

Joe Hovak, President.

President?

What do you think, I'm the office boy?

Meet Larry Croft, the rap taker.

I don't know no Croft.

Are you looking for something?

Some names.

Vernon, Wilinsky, Gruder...

We know you're working for them.

Do you know who I am?

We know who you are.

Well, if you want further proof, ask Capone.

Ask O'Bannion.

Ask Moran!

Go over to Taylor St. And ask Mike Genna!

If you wanna hit somebody, you hit somebody else.

I told you before, I'm legal.

I got contracts, a corporation!

Don't come in here and try to push me around.

And don't tell me I'm working for somebody else!

You rent this place, Joe?

You furnish it?

I'm Big Joe Hovak!

I'm number one!

You're Big Joe Nothing.

Number one pigeon.

A canvas back for three rotten lightweights.

I've had just about enough out of you.

Get out.

Get out!

You know, Eliot, he had all the right answers.

Yeah, for ten years ago.

You really hit him where it hurts.

I had to.

Either he goes after them or they go after him.

Chicago boys from 10 years ago.

Yeah.

You look real good, Joe.

What's happened to this town?

Feds walk right into your office and start talking wise.

Oh, that was Eliot Ness, Joe.

We just seen him leaving.

I don't care what his name is, he's still a Fed.

Times have changed, Joe.

Well, they better not change.

Take a look around.

What does this mean to you, Lefty?

Looks nice, Joe, real nice.

It means I'm the boss, right?

Sure, Joe. So, how come

everybody thinks I'm the boss except him?

I'm gonna show him.

I'm gonna show Julie and that punk that carries his gun.

I'm gonna show Chicago and that Fed!

I'm gonna show them that Big Joe Hovak

is back and running things.

Where are the boys?

Oh, I left them in the employment office.

Bring them in. Okay, Joe.

Here they are, Joe.

All right.

I'll tell you what I want you to do.

Go to Pete Gort,

tell him if he's got any jobs, to come to me,

not these other guys...

These auditors, gunsels, and contact men...

But to me.

Tell him I'm opening shop at the old place.

At the garage.

Tell Pete Gort to go right to you?

Can't you hear?

Now, I want you to cover the town.

See everybody.

Little Phil, Jake Richter,

and, uh, what's his name... that Swede.

Oh, he's dead, Joe.

Oh.

Well, anybody else who's got any jobs,

our kind of jobs.

Tell 'em.

Who am I, Lefty?

Big Joe Hovak.

Tell 'em.

And you can tell Frank Nitti's boys, too!

Okay, Joe.

Stay with them, Rico.

Hope you're feeling better today, Mr. Connors.

Brought some pictures.

I'd like you to look at them,

see if you recognize any of them.

You saw this man?

Was it Frankie Gruder?

Thanks, Mr. Connors.

You've given us what we need.

What do you mean he's shoving us out?

Hovak's grabbing your whole setup.

Lefty didn't ask me, he told me.

Any more business, go right to Joe.

He's setting up at his old place.

The garage?

Yeah.

Hey, you know, that used to be quite a joint.

You got a great sense of history, Gort.

Thanks for letting me know.

Joe's on the rampage.

Good.

I've been waiting for this chance.

Shut up.

We're not going to solve anything by hitting him now.

He's tied into us, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

I remember.

We needed a man, a fall guy, agreed.

We needed somebody with a big name, agreed.

We needed Big Joe Hovak.

We needed him like we need a hole in the head!

Shut up!

If you wanna blame somebody, blame Hovak.

We're still one plus one, plus one, makes one, aren't we?

Right.

Look, we don't have to take anything from this joker.

We can handle him, grease him up a little.

Hand him a few more bucks, talk him back into line.

Let's go find that garage.

Come on, Willie. Come on!

Hello, Joe.

Hello, Joe!

Joe's busy.

Where is he?

Where you're going, it won't make any difference.

Lee? Rico?

You're wrong, Ness.

We've done nothing illegal.

Except one thing.

The Federal Distillery Guard

you thought was dead identified Gruder.

All right, Frankie.

Now, wait a minute.

Look, uh, I was with my business associates.

They'll, uh, they'll tell you.

Come on!

Look, we're in this thing together!

You crummy...!

Frankie!

Frankie!

No chance, Frankie!

He's dead?

I always said it.

If you stick to mathematics, you're all right.

Numbers are beautiful.

People... people are filthy!

Ness.

Sorry, Joe, no charge.

But... You haven't done a thing.

The fall guy for three midgets who tried to become one giant,

abandoned his empty garage.

Never again would anyone drive up in a limousine

and call for Big Joe Hovak.

The Untouchables.