Death Comes To The Harmonica Man

I could listen to that all night, Henry. Like, huh?

Sal, you're pleased, too easy. I didn't play anything all evening. Well, play it some more. Not a little. Not too loud, Henry, the neighbours. Yeah, that's better. You should be able to get a job in a nice spot easy the way you play.

I bet you find a job tomorrow. All right, trapped all over town today, and it was nothing doing. I didn't expect to ring the bell your first day in town, did you, darling? I'd better read soon and low on dough.

I'll end you, sir. Excuse me. Yeah. Hello. Sal, this is Bill. What do you want? And what you think? No. It tells me out of your life I'm not going to bounce back. I want...

You want what? Do I hear a harmonica? Well, it's not the Boston Symphony. That guy, Henry Peterson's, what you heard? The guy you told me was coming to town. Uh-huh, and there's nothing you can do about it either.

Oh, no. When I get through with that joker, he won't be playing a harmonica. He'll be strumming a heart. And now on to Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie. Enemy to those who make him an enemy.

Friend. To those who have no friend. You don't have anything to say. I don't go with a gal who still has a boyfriend. I heard that phone conversation just now. There's nothing to me anymore.

You're something to him. Henry, you're going to stay here whether you like it or not. Well, I don't like it, and I'm not staying. You have to. I gave up Bill for you. Today I got you a letter but coming here to live, I told Bill it was all off.