From Tomorrow at Seven
What's up, Mr. Drake?
You of course know this 'Black Ace.'
Oh, sure. We *just* missed catching him about 6 months ago.
Sure, we trapped one of his earwiggers. It was like this: I'm wise this guy blatts out for stoolin'. So I'm crowdin' him wit' the heater but he don't belch. I know he's an alky stiff so I start feedin' him the dynamite when Clancy walks in wit' this guy's twist...