On the Trail of a Killer

Frank Sinatra transcribed as Rocky Fortune. NBC presents Frank Sinatra, starring as their foot-lose and fancy-free young gentleman, Rocky Fortune. You know it takes a real artist to get real involved.

And brother, when it comes to that art, I'm the original Mike Angelo. But I gotta admit I ask for it sometimes. This was one of those times. I was mad. I had enough to dream this raccoon up to seven feet of steel.

Maybe I was just a lox looking for a bagel blanket that some smooth creep would have permanent curl in my lip. It's not tough to understand when circumstances put a guy in the wrong road.

Slums make monsters out of a lot of good citizens, but when a creep uses education, money, and a decent background to give him a background of crime, this is real slime. This guy wasn't even domestic. We imported him.

I met this here gentleman when he was going with a sister of one of my neighborhood buddies. Her name was Ellie. She was fast frustrated 40, but it wasn't her fault. She spent her man hunting years looking after five brothers and sisters, and heeding the Saturday night bathwater on the stove of the cold water flat.

I didn't know there was a guy in the picture, so we were talking one night. Vaki, you got a good head on your shoulders. What do you think I should do? What's with his darthic dick's jazz? Do about what?

Now that all the kids except Sammy are married, I'd like to get married too. You mean Ellie's got a fella? Didn't you think it was possible? Oh, come on. I mean I'm kidding. Who said it wasn't possible?