02x01 - The Price of Death

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

[birds chirping]

Pizza's ready.

Dollar ten.

Hey, how about a couple of nice, fresh donuts

to go with that, huh?

Nah, just the pizza.

I'd like to have some toothpicks, please.

Coffee, cigarettes, gum?

The last of the big spenders.

You gotta give me the pizza cheap

so I'd keep you in business.

Anything else I can throw in for free, buddy?

You know, I'd like to have some more toothpicks.

What time is it, please?

- 11:30. - Thanks.

[instrumental music]

[clock ticking]

[snapping fingers]

[car horn honking]

They didn't call?

What kept you, man? You know I was hungry.

I'd had a lady down there, some kinda nut.

How much more time, Case?

He's got about a minute and half left.

Hey, Case, uh..

Well, what if you don't k*ll him?

Maybe you don't have to.

- You want some pizza? - No, I ain't hungry.

Hey, come on, relax, baby.

You want me to have him dig him a grave? I'll k*ll him.

'Let's take him down to the lake, I'll dump him in.'

[sniffling]

What's the matter with that family of yours?

Don't they know what's gonna happen to you?

Six thousand bucks ain't that much money, you..

Go on outside, Junior.

- Hey, Case-- - I'm in charge, man.

Go on outside!

[intense music]

[telephone ringing]

- Hello. - It's Dom, it's okay.

The Ghost picked it up.

He's here with me, now. We've got it.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Happy days.

You're going home, pal.

Hey, Casey, come do what you told.

We'll take him back to San Francisco now, huh?

Casey..

Hey, sugar boy

we're gonna take him back to San Francisco.

Hey.

Kid, we played fair with you, right?

Yeah?

You're gonna play fair with us?

I mean, you wouldn't call the FBI or anything?

Because, if you do, or your daddy does..

...your sister's next.

You understand me? Huh?

- Okay, huh, Case? - Okay, huh.

[Junior] 'Yeah, yeah.'

Hey, you, you goin' home.

Boy, six thousand bucks.

What do we do first, huh, Case?

First?

First, we pick our next pigeon, man.

[theme music]

[male narrator] The FBI.

A Quinn Martin, Warner Brothers production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Junior.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars John Larch..

...Scott Marlowe..

...Robert Blake..

...Milton Selzer.

Tonight's episode, "The Price of Death."

[instrumental music]

Death rode with Paul Wallace

all the long miles back to San Francisco.

The kidnappers had k*lled before and could k*ll again

and $6,000 was a small price to pay

for a human life.

But this time, the bargain was made and kept.

[tires screeching]

[breathing heavily]

[knocking on door]

- Paul! - Dad.

[gasps] Oh, they tried to, to k-k*ll me.

[male narrator] And there, the matter would have ended

except that ten days after Paul Wallace

was safely returned to his home and family

FBI man Allen Bennett, special agent in charge

of the San Francisco field office

received an anonymous phone call.

Kidnapping? When?

Yes.

Yes, W-A-L-L-A-C-E.

Was he harmed?

And who is this? Hey, wait a min..

[instrumental music]

I want talk to Washington

Assistant Director Ward, quickly please.

I don't remember ever having a case quite like this before.

After he called me

Bennett went to address the informant gave him.

And the family says

there was no kidnapping, that it's all a hoax.

But if it is, what's the point?

Now, what about Bennett? Does he think it's a hoax?

He thinks the family is scared to death.

Minute the father heard special agent in charge

he slammed the door right on his face.

Find out when the next San Francisco flight leaves.

- Yes, sir. - Well, it's at 12:30.

Your seats are already booked.

Call Bennett, tell him I'd like to see his kidnap files.

All of them, open as well as closed.

- Right. - I already told him that.

He'll have them ready.

We'll stay at the Henry Hudson.

He's already made your room reservations.

Did you tell him how you like my eggs?

Over light, isn't it?

[instrumental music]

The father's a butcher.

Around here that means 149 a week.

The mother's a housewife

and then there's the boy and his sister.

What kind of neighborhood?

Homes, no apartments.

Worth may be twelve, thirteen, fourteen thousand dollars

'probably mortgaged.'

Now, what about another source of income?

Not so that it shows.

Hmm.

Well, certainly a casebook family, is it?

'Man making a $149 a week, with four people to support.'

It's the last guy in the world I try to get ransom from.

Anything in your closed files, Allen?

It's not much. Take a look at this one, though.

It's still open.

William Goodwin, kidnapped seven months ago for $7500 ransom.

- 'There's no lead on him yet.' - How old's the Wallace boy?

Sixteen, same age as the Goodwin boy.

Right, where do we find the father?

[indistinct chatter]

Yes, sir. Help you folks?

- Mr. Wallace? - Right.

FBI. My name's Erskine.

- This is Special Agent Rhodes. - How do you do, sir?

Mr. Wallace, we'd like to talk to you about the kidnapping.

- What kidnapping? - Your son.

Look, what'd I tell your buddy when he came around?

My son's alright, he's home.

Sir, we understand that you paid $6000 in ransom.

- Who said so? - We received a phone call.

Do you believe anything you hear, mister?

Where'd you get the call from?

- Was your son kidnapped? - No.

Mr. Wallace, you should be aware

that it's against the law to conceal a crime.

Is that what you're charging me with?

I'm asking for your cooperation.

Look, get-get out of here

and leave me and my family alone.

Oh, boy.

Remind me to buy my steak somewhere else.

I, uh, I don't know how they found out.

What's important is that

we didn't tell 'em, and they don't know much.

And that's how we keep it.

Paul?

Okay, dad, whatever you say.

I'm saying to stay out of it.

I may as well tell you, I won most of that money

in a poker game anyway.

'So, it's a push or stand-off.'

What I don't want is something else happenin'.

And it won't.

Susie, you have nothing to worry about

as long as I handle it.

I know, dad.

[Ethel] 'Fred?'

I'm just not sure that we shouldn't tell the FBI.

Well, I am.

We've lived up to our end of it

and those man have lived up to theirs.

So now, we leave them alone and they leave us alone.

And if they steal somebody else's son--

That's old.

But, Fred, if the FBI could catch them and put them--

And if the FBI couldn't?

What's the matter with you, Ethel? Are you crazy?

Who's children count? Ours or anybody else's?

Now, lets mind our own business!

[dramatic music]

Now, who says they're ever gonna try it again anyway?

It's, it's a risk for them, too.

Now, I..

I think it's all over with.

All over.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

- 'Number seventeen..' - Seventeen. Oh, fine.

All bets down.

Oh, oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Uh, twelve.. Twelve on the red.

- Double it. - Double.

- No more bets. - Twelve, twelve, twelve.

- And the winner is.. - Twelve, twelve, twelve.

[male #1] 'The number is..'

- 'The number is twelve.' - Twelve!

- It's your night, Mr. Ragatzy. - Yes, sir, it certainly is.

- Aah, well, uh, oh, one more? - It's up to you.

Uh, you're not gonna stop now, mister, you're a hit.

Oh, okay, okay, yeah. Well, this is it.

I'll play, uh, 27 on the red.

And if I win on this one, that's it. I'm finished, I'm through.

That's it, that's it. I promise.

[male #1] 'All bets down, please.'

'No more bets. Board is closed'

Twenty seven, twenty seven, twenty seven, twenty seven..

- 'Twenty sev--' - Twenty seven again!

There!

Okay, a promise is a promise. No more, no more, no more!

- And this is for you. - 'Thank you.'

I never had a run like this before.

Look at, look at me, look how I'm shaking.

My God, you don't know what this means.

What does it mean?

When I get back to San Francisco

and I get the wife and kids into the living room

and I light that fire

and I'm gonna throw that mortgage right in.

You got kids? I got kids, too. How many you got?

Yeah, two. A boy and a girl.

'I must be the luckiest guy in the whole world.'

I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world.

Thank you, thank you very much. Thank you.

[dramatic music]

We'll see you, lucky.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[sighs] His name is Bobby.

Ragatzy's daughter is 14, Ellen.

She's with an aunt in L.A. She'll be back next week.

There's a big dance tonight at, uh, Bobby's school.

Eight to eleven.

Okay, you call Junior and the Ghost.

Cover the house from 10:30 on.

[sighs] Listen, Case, um..

What?

Junior's been crabbing at me again about the Goodwin kid.

Now, he says he'd never have come in

if he thought the kid was gonna get knocked off.

'Now, we gotta do something about Junior.'

You understand? Junior's got a big mouth.

Yeah, I know.

When?

After this job.

What's the matter with "Right now?"

'I mean, are you sure you just ain't putting it off, Case?'

Look, man, that's my brother, and I said after this job.

[dramatic music]

What are they doing over there, having a barbeque?

[humming]

[Bobby] 'Here she is, dad.'

Hottest day of the year, and my husband builds a fire.

- Now, you can't be cold. - True.

- Gonna cook marshmallows? - Ha-ha-ha.

- I give up. - Tell her, Bobby.

- The mortgage. - Ta-da!

Oh! Oh, Joe.

- Oh, boy, women. - Yeah, women.

- Fran, you burn it up. - Yeah, mom, go ahead.

Come on, pretend it's your roast beef

and burn it to a crisp.

[all laughing]

Hurray! Hurray!

'Hurray!'

What about this anonymous phone call?

Well, I-I would know about that.

Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you, Mrs. Wallace?

[car horn honking]

Oh.

I-I..

Yes, th-they're back.

Hey, honey, we won three to two of the night.

- Fred, uh, this is Inspector-- - I know who it is.

You have a warrant to enter this house?

Fred, I, I told them that they could come in.

Mr. Wallace, on March 10th you withdrew $6,000

from your checking account.

That was the same week your son was absent--

Let me tell you something, inspector.

You can go to banks and schools

and ask questions, and I can't stop you.

But you're never gonna get me or any member of my family

to admit to something that just did not happen.

Does the name William Goodwin mean anything to you?

He was a Sausalito boy. He was kidnapped six months ago.

I don't recall it.

I-I remember him.

They, uh, paid the ransom but they never found the boy.

Paul, go to bed.

[Erskine] 'The point I'm trying to make, Mr. Wallace'

is that no kidnapper can be trusted.

Paul could help us, Mr. Wallace.

He might be able to remember voices, directions.

No!

We talked to the San Francisco police.

They'll assign men to guard your house and your children.

You don't have to worry about reprisals.

Inspector, I'm not worried about anything.

Paul's back. It's over, done, finished.

Mr. Wallace, they'll keep right on doing this

unless they're stopped.

That's your problem.

I'm no brother's keeper.

I'm Ethel's keeper, Paul's keeper

Susie's keeper, and that's it, nothing else.

I have no brothers. I have no friends.

Just my family.

Now, get outta here.

[dramatic music]

[door closes]

Fred, you're wrong.

Oh, come on now, it's late. Let's all go to bed--

Fred, you are wrong!

You know, I am a part of this

and I do know what I'm talking about

and it's why I called the FBI, in the first place.

Those maniacs have to be stopped, they just have to.

All I can see is the same thing happening over and over again.

And I just can't bear it.

[dramatic music]

[crickets chirping]

Case, you're the boss, I know that.

'That's why I always do what you say.'

You do the thinking for both of us.

But just this one time, I'm telling you I got a feeling

that we oughta just take off down the road

and-and think about this for a while.

Maybe blow the whole deal and just--

Here he comes.

[car approaching]

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[g*nshots on TV]

[telephone ringing]

Who could that be?

Your boss.

[ringing continues]

Hello.

- 'Mr. Ragatzy?' - Yeah.

Now, listen, I'm only gonna say this once.

We got your boy, Bobby.

If you want him back alive, you do what we tell you.

What? Who is this?

Don't call the police, or Ellen will be next.

You'll find a note under your garbage can.

Now-now, w-wait a minute, are you serious?

Now, look, don't. The boy's..

[hangs phone]

- Joe? - Shh.

What's happened to Bobby?

Was that Bobby?

- Well, who are you gonna call? - Shh.

[phone dialing]

Hello, FBI?

Look, somebody just called and said

they kidnapped our son

but the boy is sick, he needs insulin.

He'll die if he doesn't get insulin, help me!

[instrumental music]

[doorbell rings]

Oh, yes, doctor. Come in, uh, come in.

Inspector Erskine.

Oh, sit down, sit down.

You, uh, you got here quick.

I'm, uh..

My name is, uh, Joseph Ragatzy.

Uh, can I get you a drink or something?

No, nothing, thank you.

I'll have one.

It doesn't help. My wife..

Oh, well, thank God, we still have some sleeping pills.

They kidnap millionaire's sons. I'm a shoe salesman.

What's the boy's name and age, Mr. Ragatzy?

Uh, Bobby, uh, Robert, sixteen.

You say the kidnappers contacted you by telephone?

Yes, everything happened so quickly, I wanted to tell him

about the diabetes, you see, he needs two shots a day.

He already missed the one this afternoon, he'll go into a coma.

How much did they ask for?

Uh, seventy five hundred.

You, uh, picked up any extra money

in the last few months?

What?

- Well, yes. - Where?

Reno, Dell's Club.

You, uh, tell many people about this?

Many? Everybody.

We paid off the mortgage with it.

What did this, uh, man say to you on the telephone?

Well, he said, "We've got, Bobby.

"If you want him back alive, do what we tell ya.

Call the police and Ellen's next," something like that.

- Ellen's your daughter? - Yes.

Oh, he spoke of Bobby and Ellen by name?

[Ragatzy] 'Uh-huh.'

Where's Ellen now?

With my sister-in-law, in Los Angeles.

[Erskine] 'The address?'

Funny, I just automatically figured

the FBI oughta be called in.

But, suppose they find out where she is, and the..

Oh, I don't think that's very likely, Mr. Ragatzy.

But, of course, if you want assurances..

No, no.

No, I want help, all you can give me.

Anything you decide.



Oh, what's the matter with me?

They left a note under the trash can.

[dramatic music]

[phone dialing]

It'll turn out alright, Mr. Ragatzy.

Give me a minute.

[music continues]

[Junior] 'We're here, pal.'

Hey. Come on, you.

Hey, little man, wake up.

Come on, buddy boy, end of the line.

Hey, hey, pal.

'Hey!'

Is this guy dead? Hey, wake up, hey!

- Hey, you, get up! - Junior, Junior.

If he's dead, you're not about to wake him up

by yellin' in his ear.

He is, huh, Case?

[sighs] Oh, man, that's a shame.

I was half-thinking that I'd pull this job

again in a year or so.

Same kid, same family. Oh.

Okay, man, let's drive him on up to the lake.

Case, whatever happened to us, man?

How, how did we get into this?

What?

We was doing okay, just travelling around the country

and...working a little, playing a little.

It's that Dom guy.

When you got hooked up with him

and-and that other creep that he's with.

What's the matter, Junior?

You don't like the money?

I don't like the k*lling, Case.

You k*lled that other kid like it was nothing to you.

Come on, Case, let's get out of here.

We'll, we'll hit the road again.

Come on, we'll, we'll go to Florida

we'll, we'll find some sunshine and..

I can't make it around here, this place is driving me nuts.

With that, with that lake, I'm getting nightmares.

Well, job's finished, you might say.

I guess, now's as good a time as any.

You bet. Get in that car and I'll get us out of here so fast.

[groaning]

Hey, I don't think this guy is dead.

Hey, kid.

He's alive, Case.

Hey, kid!

'He's alive! Take it easy, kid.'

He's moving, h-he ain't dead.

Hey, pal. He's not dead, Case.

Alright. Well, let's, let's get him out.

Come on!

Oh, boy.

[Erskine] 'Bobby Ragatzy is in high school.'

He's a diabetic, and he'll die without insulin.

He has a sister, 14. His mother's a housewife.

His father sells shoes for a living.

You don't know the same g*ng was behind it.

If I knew that, Mr. Wallace

I wouldn't be standing around here.

You can help us find out.

Yes!

I, I mean, it's time.

It's gotta stop somewhere.

I think so, too.

Don't think!

I'll do the thinking for all of us.

It's because of you I'm doing this. Nothing's different.

Fred, they have somebody else's son, and we know who it is.

It is different.

[dramatic music]

E-everyone of you, you've always trusted me.

Were you sorry?

Should I feed you, make a home for you?

Did I ever do anything

'that wasn't the absolute best for you ever?'

And now, when I told you that I know

that I absolutely know that this is wrong..

This is for me?

[music continues]

[sobbing] I don't know who I'm k*lling, my God.

[sighs]

Mr. Erskine..

...how do we go about this?

If your parents have no objection

I'll drive you downtown.

Alright.

I'll go with you.

[dramatic music]

[telephone ringing]

[clears throat] Ward.

Oh, good. Put him on.

- Lewis, this is Arthur. - 'Yes, Arthur.'

Listen, Lewis, the Ragatzy ransom note

matches the Goodwin note.

Same kinda pace, same paper.

- Hmm, any fingerprints? - 'No, nothing useable.'

Alright, thank you.

Anything new out there?

Uh, yes, we've, we've got the Wallace boy with us.

- I'll keep you informed. - 'Right.'

Three or four hours.

Any names used?

Uh, Case, uh, Casey.

And, um, Junior.

Did they, uh, did they ever open the trunk?

Once. Um, we were skidding, and, uh..

Well, t-they just opened the trunk and, uh

'to see how I was, I guess.'

It was cold, uh, my ears hurt and, uh..

I don't know, we just kept going up.

Just kept going up and up.

Could you have been in snow?

- Well, maybe, yeah. - What did they feed you, Paul?

- Pizza. - Pizza? You're sure?

Yeah. It was, it was pizza.

Um, the one named Junior went out for it.

Couple of times. Uh, he used the car.

And how long would he be gone?

It was q-quite a while.

Boy's father just came in with his wife.

He wants to talk to you and to Mr. Ragatzy.

Mr. Ragatzy.

Paul, uh, ahem, did they ever talk about a restaurant

or a town?

Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace, Mr. Ragatzy.

How do you do?

- Mr. Ragatzy. - Please, sit down.

How're you feeling?

Well, better, better.

I've been listening to your son.

That's a wonderful boy you've got there, Mr. Wallace.

I know.

Better than his old man.

Mr. Wallace, where did you get the $6,000

you paid the kidnappers?

Blackjack in Reno.

I don't know what it's worth.

There were a couple of guys hangin' over my shoulder.

They followed me out.

I remember, because at first

I thought they were after my winnings.

Would you recognize either of them, if you saw them again?

[dramatic music]

Absolutely.

[instrumental music]

Come on now, pal, you drink this.

Come on, man, wake up, please.

What do you say there, Florence Nightingale?

How's our little patient?

He ain't no better.

Hey, you wanna throw a couple?

Farthest one outside the circle gets to hold the patient's hand.

Man, will you quit worrying?

You look like a bloodhound with an earache.

Alright, so he dies. It's better that way.

We should've never let the other kid go.

You gonna k*ll that kid no matter what happens, ain't you?

Come on, man, get off my back!

Case, don't it ever bother you

what you did to that Goodwin kid?

[dramatic music]

It's the facts of life, baby.

What has to be done, I do it.

'Yeah, sometimes it bothers me.'

I hang back. I hang back.

It's dumb, man.

It's dumb.

You recognize any of them?

I don't know, I don't know.

'It-it could be him, but there were so many people.'

I-I was too excited, I just don't know.

Rhodes.

Um-hmm. Alright, thank you.

Plane to Reno is ready.

Right, tell Bennett to put a surveillance

on this man, if he can find him.

Take longer copy, I'll send you and the others

when we come up with.

And look for isolated mountain cabins

with pizza restaurants nearby.

Yes, sir.

Wallace, how're you coming?

Hmm? Oh, uh..

Let-let me get this straight now, inspector.

'If I were to spot one of these men for you'

'and you were able to track them down, what happens?'

I mean, suppose you spook the rest of the g*ng?

What if one of them gets away and hides out

and hires somebody else to k*ll my girl?

Mr. Wallace, there--

I'm asking you a question, inspector, could it happen?

It's my job and the bureau's job

to do this in the safest and fastest way we can.

And it's your job, Mr. Wallace

as a private citizen, to help in any way you can.

This was one of the men.

[dramatic music]

Mr. Ragatzy.

Yes, yes. He was in Dell's Club.

Bennett? Erskine.

We want to look at a male Caucasian

named Henry Richard Curtis.

Last known address, Pinford Hotel.

Pinford Hotel. Oakland, California.

Occupation, assistant manager, State Burlesque Theater.

Nickname, The Ghost.

I know, I know, but he was supposed to pick me up here.

How long ago did he leave?

'But don't you know where he went?'

'Yeah, oh, okay, okay.'

Look, uh, if you hear from him

uh, tell him I'll be in the alley.

[dramatic music]

Where've you been? I'd been waiting for you.

So, I'm a couple of minutes late. So, alright, big deal.

- I thought the Feds had you. - Hey, will you quit?

You're scarin' yourself

like a little kid in a dark house.

Well, get in, if you are in such a hurry. Get in.

[male #2] 'Henry Curtis, FBI.'

[intense music]

Freeze! Hands above your head!

Let's go, come on, come on, come on.

Against the wall, come on.

- You're Dominic Greene? - Listen, you got the wrong man.

Who's with Bobby Ragatzy? Casey or Junior?

- Where are they holding him? - I don't know.

The boy is a diabetic.

If he dies, you'll be an accessory.

I don't know. He rented the cabin. I don't know!

There's a phone there. What's the number?

What's the number?

[sighs]



'Area code, uh, 7-0-2.'

That's definitely on the Nevada side.

Tell them to run it down, I'll meet 'em in Reno.

'Just the four of you?'

Yeah, yeah.

[whirring]

Car is over there.

This is Bobby's doctor.

Special Agent Rhodes, Dr. Woolsey.

- Doctor, how do you do? - How do you do?

I, uh, checked out that phone number for you.

It's a cabin in the mountains about 30 miles out of town.

There's only one road that leads to it.

Now, there's a hamburger stand nearby, about five miles west.

It sells pizza.

I have men checking both areas.

Now, the SRA said that there's no possible way

to get to that cabin without being spotted

so we're just gonna have to wait till they come down.

Well, I don't think the boy can last more than another hour.

Right, let's go.

I have clothes for you in the back.

[dramatic music]

Well, yeah, but, now look

if there's gonna be any shootin'--

Neither one's been back since this morning?

No, sir.

Last time, the younger boy, he come in around 11:30.

And then again around five, for pizza. I've been--

Is there any way to get out there, beside that road?

No, but there are trails.

Inspector, we better get up there.

[Rhodes] 'Lou!'

'Just a minute.'

Uh, go ahead, Blue Unit, what is it?

[man over radio] 'There's a car answering that description'

'coming down the road now.'

Have all units stand by.

- Stand by, all units. - Doctor, go with Mr. Rhodes.

[dramatic music]

Give me a candy bar.

Five cents.

Take cover.

[whistles]

Just stepped out, she'll be right back.

Okay.

[music continues]

Junior Casey?

FBI. We have a warrant for your arrest.

Get your hands up! Up against the wall!

Put your feet apart!

Well, what's, what's the matter?

- Well, hey! - Turn around.

Is Bobby Ragatzy still alive?

- Bob, Bobby who? - It's over, Junior.

We picked up Dominic and the Ghost.

'Now, is the boy alive or not?'

- He is sick. - Is he conscious?

No.

How many g*ns has your brother got?

How many g*ns has he got?

'Look, Junior, Casey can't get away.'

All he can do is, get himself k*lled. Is that what you want?

'You want to see your brother k*lled?'

No.

He got a, a .38 and a couple of knives.

If I don't get back there on time

he's gonna know something's wrong.

Suppose you let us worry about that.

Get the doctor in the car.

[Junior] 'Mister?'

You can't even go near that cabin

'cause if you do, my brother will cut the guy's throat.

How do we get him out of the cabin

away from the boy?

He'll come outside for me.

Alright, you drive. I'll be in the back seat.

Get behind the wheel.

Doctor?

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

[car horn honking]

[car horn honking]

He's comin' out now.

[music continues]

[Junior] 'Hey, don't sh**t, don't!'

[g*nshots]

FBI. Drop it. Don't touch it!

[intense music]

Doctor!

[dramatic music]

[Casey] 'Welcome home, little brother.'

I knew it was dumb to hang back.

Hey, Case.

Yeah, well..

Case, hey, maybe..

Yeah, yeah, sure, baby.

Florida, huh?

[music continues]

[sighs] I think he'll make it, inspector.

[instrumental music]

Your food is delicious, Mrs. Ward.

Thank you very much.

- Children. - Oh, no, thank you.

- Weren't you afraid? - Afraid?

- Inspector, coffee? - Oh, thank you.

- How was the sandwich? - Delicious.

- What's your secret? - Knowing the butcher.

What's yours?

Do you know that for 20 years I've been trying to get that man

to mix with people and take an interest, and now look at him.

Listen, we have fun in that butcher shop.

As a matter of fact, they always say

all butchers are cut up anyway.

[all laughing]

He'll be running for mayor next.

Wouldn't surprise me.

[male narrator] Junior Casey, Dominic Greene and Henry Richard Curtis

were tried and convicted

and are now serving life sentences

in Leavenworth Penitentiary.

Arnold George Casey was sentenced to death

and is awaiting execution

ending final appeal to

the United States Supreme Court.

[theme music]

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