All language subtitles for The.Return.Of.Eliot.Ness.1991.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]B

Pretty horse huh?

There's nothing like it, Finn.

- Nothing to like what?

- The sport of kings, Finn.

The sport of kings.

Yeah.

What a beauty.

Good boy.

- $4200, 42, 45, 47, $5,000.

Five, thank you, sir.

- What are you doing here?

- I thought you said you didn't have

any problems with the Maltos?

- I don't.

- What would you call that little scuffle

you just had with them?

- I'd call it no big deal.

I got it all straightened out with Art.

- What about Bobby?

You're gonna buy him a new suit?

- Buy him a new suit?

That punk ought to buy
me a new cigar.

- Laugh yourself into a grave, Finn.

I'm at the Warwick Arms Hotel.

If you need me, give me a call.

- I don't need you.

- Urso said you wanted to see me?

- Yeah.

- What do you want?

- You've been keeping
Roger Finn from seeing me?

- Finn guy's a pain in my neck.

- He's under my protection.

Anybody moves on him, moves on me.

- Well, you're picking
the wrong guy to protect.

- I protect him, Bobby.

The Racing News is our avenue

to every track in the country.

We're going nationwide.

- Why didn't you tell
me about this before?

I thought you wanted
me to run the gambling?

- Yeah, well, you take the street stuff.

Craps, numbers, the clubs,
show me what you can do.

Finn's the big picture.

I'll take care of that.

Sometimes in the war,

it's better not to know all the moves.

- Maybe I got something going

that could win this war for us.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, maybe, I got something going

that could take down all these guys.

Maybe I got something going
that can make us bigger than--

- "Bigger than what?

"Bigger than what?"

- Bigger than Capone.

- "Bigger than Capone?"

You get something that could do that?

What do you got going?

What, Bobby?

- Nothing.

- "Nothing?"

It better be nothing.

Now you listen.

You do what you're told, you hear?

You let Finn see me anytime he wants to,

and don't ever come between me

and the business again, you understand?

- I understand.

- ""Bigger than Capone."

- Anything for me?

- Yes, sir, Mr. Ness.

- Keep it clear now.

Just stand back please.

- An M3 grease grease gun,

a military submachine gun.

- Hold it.

Yeah, they're soldier's from
the Malto gang all right.

You really cut it this time, Ness.

What the hell are you up to?

You got no authority here.

- He's with me.

- Oh, good, get yourself a kid cop.

You think you could ramrod this city?

- They tried to kill him, Moody.

- Shut up.

You were lucky this time.

Next time they'll come after
you with everything they got.

- Here don't hurt yourself.

- What's going on?

- Hey fellas, hold up.

This is a crime scene.

- Bert, who got killed?

- Looks like a couple of
boys from Art Malto's gang.

- It's a mob battle?
- Wait a minute.

Isn't that Eliot Ness?

- That was Ness.

- I got to report to
make with the Commander.

Come on, get back.

- There's Ness
don't let him get away.

Ask Ness.
- Excuse me.

- Mr. Ness.
- Mr. Ness.

- Somebody ran a hit on Ness.

- They get him?

- No.

- Don't you know who you're messing with?

You're gonna get killed
trying to take Ness down.

I told you don't mess with him.

Leave him alone.

He's too big for you, you little--

- Pop--
- Shut up!

You shut up!

You, you do nothing!

You'll do what I tell you, nothing else!

You're not ready to take
over this organization.

I'm not sure you're ever gonna be ready.

Go on, get out of here.

Get out of here!

- I wasn't sure you'd come when I called.

So you and Mr. Ness wanna
know about Helen Stokes?

Girls like Helen come from
big families and small towns.

They come to the big city
to work in war plants,

to be on their own and
try to have some fun

and make something of themselves.

But wars end and they're out
of work with nowhere to go.

So men like Bobby Malto come along,

and they see it as their
big chance to be somebody.

They just don't realize
what they've gotten into

until it's too late.

Why don't you sit down?

- Are we talking about Helen Stokes,

or are we talking about you?

- Let's just say we're not that different.

- What do you want from me?

- It's not what I want from you.

It's what I can give you.

Art Malto killed Helen,

and he killed your father.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Because you're Martin Labine's son

and because you're working with a one man

who might be able to get Art Malto.

I want him to pay for what he did to her.

She was my friend.

- Do you have any proof
that he killed her?

Do you have any proof
that he killed my father?

- No, I guess I don't,

but he did it.

- What makes you so sure?

- He sent the roses, didn't he?

- Don't worry, doll, I'll let myself in.

- What the hell do you want?

- What do I want?

Who the hell do you think
you are going to my old man?

Didn't I tell you when you
deal with the Malto gang,

you deal with me!

- I only deal with Art.

- No, no, no, no!

You don't go to him anymore.

Me and him, we talked.

My father, he gave you to me.

- You're a punk, Bobby.

I don't deal with punks.

- Look!

We know you've been spilling your guts

on our gambling operations.

- I haven't squealed on anybody!

- You squealed to Labine!

He knew too much about us.

- Whatever Labine got,

he got from that little bimbo of yours.

If you weren't so smart
Bobby, you'd be dangerous.

- My father believes you ratted us out.

I run gambling for the Malto family.

You ever try to cross me again,

you're dead.

- Ingrid.

- Yes, boss?

- Get me Eliot Ness.

- Hey, gentlemen.

What are these?

- That's every Malto gambling
operation in Chicago.

We're gonna need your help.

- Mine?

With what?

- We're gonna need
authority from this office.

We're gonna need paddy wagons,

and we're gonna have to have cops

that we can trust assigned
to this operation.

- We're gonna raid the Maltos.

- I'm not sure I can do this.

- You worked with Marty Labine.

Gut feeling, Sheppard,

was he clean or was he dirty?

- You with us or not?

- This is a raid.

Under the authority of the Cook County

District Attorney Special
Investigations Unit

you're all under arrest.

- Nobody move, nobody move!

- Keep you hands clear.

- This is kind of fun.

Evening gentlemen, this is a raid.

Get your butts against the wall, move it!

- Sorry to spoil the good time boys.

Come on, let's go.

- What gives?
- Ness, what can you tell us?

Is this a gambling bust?

- Well, folks, tonight the lights

went out on gambling in Chicago.

- So there's progress, Ness.

- Sheppard!

Now, this is the man
who deserves the credit

for shutting down the Malto gang's

gambling operations in Cook County.

Well done, Sheppard.

- Tell us
the steps that you took.

- Mr. Sheppard?

- What can you tell us Mr. Sheppard?

- Give us the details of the operation.

- Well, I wouldn't
say that I was the...

- Any messages, Nathan?

- Yes, sir, Mr. Ness.

- Thanks.

- What is it?

- Finn called.

- Yeah, who is it?

What?

Is that you, Ness?

- Finn!
- Yeah, who is it?

What do you want?

- This.

Hell of a weapon.

- Kind of hard to miss.

- Did you take care of Finn?

- Ness hit the gambling operations.

Ness and that cop shut
me down all over town.

- Take it easy.
- "Take it easy?"

How can I take it easy?

You want me to take it easy?

- What about Finn?

- "What about Finn?"

Who the hell cares?

All hell's breaking loose.

Now the Capone guys wanna
have a meet tomorrow

'cause of this Ness raid.

- Which Capone guys?

- The old guys like my old man.

The heads of the gangs they're vultures!

They're trying to cut us up.

- Take it easy.

Take it easy okay?

Listen, with what we're getting,

nobody will be able to hurt us.

Nobody will be able to do
anything except what we say,

not even the law, believe me.

Now, what about Finn?

Did you take care of him like I said?

- Yeah, he's gone.

I got him.

- Good.

I'll take care of Ness.

I know how to handle men.

I've always known how to handle men.

Hi.

- Hi

- Come on let's walk a while and pretend.

- Pretend what?

- Pretend it's just the two of us.

- Raid you made last night really upset

the big boys in the gangs.

- Good.

- They're having a meeting today with Art,

all the Capone guys.

- What for?

- I don't know but I can try
and find out if you want.

- How are you gonna do that?

- I have my ways.

- What are we talking about here?

What are your ways,

and what are you gonna do,
take the old boy to bed?

- Yeah, if I have to.

I'll do whatever it takes.

I'll get him to tell me whatever you want.

Maybe I'll even get him to tell me

why he killed your father.

- These guys are the big leagues.

They find out you informed on them,

nobody's gonna able to stop
them from coming after you.

- I can take care of myself.

I've been playing in the
big leagues for a long time.

- It's too dangerous.

- It doesn't matter.

Do you want me to help you or not?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, what?
- Yes, I want you to help me.

- I thought you'd never ask.

- Why are you doing this?

- I told you, Helen Stokes.

- No, no, besides Helen Stokes.

I mean, why are you really doing this?

- Because I want my life
back the way it was before.

This is my last chance to
get away from this life.

- You're shivering.

- I'll be okay.

- Three.
- Watch your step.

- There's gonna be a
meeting this afternoon

at the Malto estate.

All the Capone mob chiefs
are gonna be there.

- Where'd you go to the information?

- Madeline Whitfield.

- What makes you think we can trust her?

- She wants to get the
Maltos as much as we do.

She is sure that Art killed
my father and Helen Stokes.

- She's a gangster's mal.

- She's trapped.

She wants to help.

- She could be dangerous.

- I'll risk it.

- I think we should stake out the meeting

and see if she's on the level.

- Okay.

- Good.

Pick you up this afternoon.

- Mr. Ness, I've been expecting you.

- You're expecting me?

- Of course, Gil told you about
the meeting today didn't he?

- Yes.

What game you're playing?

- What makes you think I'm playing a game?

- Every time I turn around,

I seem to be bumping into you.

- I'm an easy woman to bump into.

- Let me tell you something.

Easy lines from easy
women don't work with me.

- You don't think much of me do you?

- You're Art Malto's mal.

Gil may think you're on the up and up.

- But you don't.

- I've been around too long.

- That's exactly what I was counting on.

You see, I called Gil
because he's with you.

You're the only man who
can get Art Malto for me,

and you're the only man
who can make him pay

for killing Helen and your friend.

- Art Malto didn't kill Marty Labine.

- Of course he did.

What makes you think he didn't?

- Like I said, I've been around too long.

- Then who did?

- I don't know.

Somebody close to him.

- Bobby?

- Maybe.

- Helen was his woman.

- Or maybe it was you.

- Me?

No, Helen was my best friend.

- So how'd she like it when
Bobby started calling on you?

- Bobby and me?

Are you crazy?

Art would kill me.

- Not if you get him first.

Ms. Whitfield.

- Mr. Ness.

- Granted since big Al passed,

we had some troubles,

but it was all among us.

Now, I say we make peace with each other.

- You mean no more war?

- No more war.

The North side gang stops
shooting up the South Side boys

Nobody hits the two league gang anymore.

- What about the shipping?

The hookers?

- We split it up fair and square.

Big Al brought us together.

He left enough for everybody.

We quit these murders among us,

we all make money.

- So who takes care of the police,

and the judges, and the alderman?

- We share the expense.

We share the benefits.

My accountant calls it what?

Amortization.

- Okay, peace, I'm all for peace.

I'm for everybody getting their piece.

But we got a problem we've
got to take care of first.

We got Eliot Ness back in town.

- He's Art's problem.

Art's the one he's after.

- The way I see it a hit against any of us

is a hit against all of us.

- The way I see it he hits one of us,

he's going to get around
to hitting us all.

- So this is the business
Art's got to take care of

before we have any peace.

- The problem is somebody
hit Martin Labine,

and Ness won't let it rest.

I wanna know who made
that hit because I didn't.

- None of us had reason.

It was your boy's broad that was with him.

How did that happen?

You find out who ordered the hit.

- I'll do it, but I have a condition.

Whoever's putting the heat
on Roger Finn has to stop.

Finn's under my protection.

Anybody goes against him, goes against me.

- What's going on?

You slipping, Art?

They scraped Finn off the floor

at the Racing News last night.

- I wanna know what's
going on around here,

and I wanna know right now.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't know what I'm talking about?

I gave you the gambling to run,

and now it's in the sewer!

- I'm gonna take care of that.

- No, you're not!

I just had a meeting with the
heads of the other families.

They say we can have peace among the gangs

if we quit stirring things up.

I didn't know we were
stirring up anything!

I didn't even know Roger
Finn was killed last night!

- What are you gonna do?

You're gonna roll over
and do what they say?

- I'm gonna make the peace!

- What happened to you?

You used to be one of
Capone's top lieutenants.

You used to be so tough,

you used to brag about killing

by sending roses to the funeral.

Now you're like some old
lady smelling the roses.

We go to war with these guys,

we can take them.

They're old men.

- They're living on the old days.

We can take it all.

Be bigger than Capone.

- No, I want no war.

I want no war!

But I wanna know who killed Finn.

You have anything to do with it?

- To hell with Finn!

You should be happy he's off your back!

- Tony.

Check it out.

Find out what's going down

and who's behind it, okay?

- Okay boss, I'll take care of it.

- Thank you, Mary.

- The old man's gonna screw up everything.

- Hey, hey, take it easy.

Slow down and take it easy.

- Quit that take it easy talk.

- Listen to me.

Now, it won't be long.

We're gonna take it all,
but if you lose control,

we could lose it all.

- Madeline, come here.

- I don't want you to go with him.

- Don't be a fool.

What happened between you and Bobby?

- He wants to start a war.

He wants to take on Ness
and the whole Capone gang

all at the same time.

He don't understand.

We don't need that anymore.

I'm tired of wars.

Everybody, the whole
country's tired of wars.

I mean, we don't need everything.

We got more than enough now.

- Is that all?

- You know, sometimes,

sometimes, doll,

you're really something you know that?

- I try to be.

Don't mind Bobby.

He's just a hotheaded boy.

- Well, he's my son.

He knows when he's ready,

I'll give him everything.

He knows that.

- Well, maybe he thinks he's ready now.

- Yeah, but he's not.

I'm not sure he ever will be.

He's got to quit being a hothead.

- I think it runs in the family.

- Yeah?
- Maybe that's

what I like about you.

- I never doubted it for a minute.

- I could get inside.

See what he's doing.

- No, we'll wait.

- He'll never even know I was there.

- Wait.

- Well, that's a pay off for something.

- Hi.

- I need your help.

It's about time you woke up, sleepy head.

I've got something special for you.

- You do?

- Mm-hmm.

You'll like it.

- I will?

- Definitely.

- What is it?

- Breakfast.

Come on, get up and get dressed.

How do you like your coffee?

- Hot.

It looks good.

- You working with Ness today?

- Yep.

- You think you can get Art?

- Oh, we can, and we will.

What?

- You're not like all the other guys.

- Chicago PD, we need to
see the commanding officer.

- Please wait here.

- Mr. Ness, I'm Major Ringsmuth.

How can I help you?

- This is Gil Labine,
Chicago Police Department.

- Major.
- We need to ask

a few questions.

- Okay.

- Are you acquainted with Bobby Malto?

- No, I can't say that I am.

- Really?
- We've heard that

he's doing business with this facility.

- Well, your information is incorrect.

I run the entire operation
here and I never met the man.

- You store arms here?

- Yes, we store arms,

but this facility is just a storage depot

for military weapons before they're

dismantled and melted down.

- I see.

You keep any anti-tank weapons,

like maybe bazookas here?

- Well, now, I can't say Mr. Ness.

You're asking questions about
official military business.

- Do you mind if we go in
and take a look around?

- Yes, I do.

This facility is not open to the public.

I can't authorize that without a warrant.

- Do you scrap weapons here?

- No, sir, we send them over
to the Illinois Ironworks.

- "The Illinois Ironworks?"

- Yes sir.

- Thank you, Major.

Thank you very much.

- Pleasure to meet you sir.

- Major.

"Illinois Ironworks?"

- Yeah.

What do you know.

This is where the pay off was.

- We'd like to take a look around.

Who's the foreman?

- Right over there.

See where the window is?

Second floor.

- Hi, how's it going?

I'm Eliot Ness.

This is Gil Labine,
Chicago Police Department.

Are you the foreman here?

- Yeah, what's up.

- We see you're scrapping
surplus army weapons.

We'd like to ask you some
questions about the company.

- Okay, shoot.

- Does Bobby Malto own this company?

- I never heard of the guy.

- He was seen here last night.

- Yeah, who saw him?

- We did.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Malto had keys to the front door.

- Look, I said I don't know the guy!

Now take a hike!

- You're gonna get a broken arm

unless we get a few answers!

- Look, we know this isn't your trouble.

If we get these people,

we'll take you down with them
if you don't help us out.

You tell us what we wanna know,

keep your mouth shut about it,

we'll forget you were here.

You know what I'm saying?

Who owns the place?

- I don't know,

but it ain't no Bobby Malto.

- Who signed the papers?

- Some dame name of Madeline Whitfield.

She signs the checks.

- When is her next arms
shipment coming in?

- Tonight.

- Thank you.

- Madeline?

- I'm in here.

- Tell me everything you know
about the Illinois Ironworks.

- I've never heard of it.

What is it?

- It's a foundry where they
scrap surplus military weapons.

- Why would I know anything about that?

- You own it.

- What?

- Your name's on the papers?

- Well, maybe Art put my name on it.

He has me sign all sorts of papers.

- Why would he do that?

- So no one would know that he owns it.

He'd do it to cover himself.

- Don't lie to me!

- I'm not lying!

Don't ever do that again.

- You signed the paychecks.

You've got to know something.

- I told you I don't know
what you're talking about.

- You're lying to me.

You signed the checks.

You know what's going on.

You're guilty as hell.

- You're just like your father.

He couldn't keep his nose
out of my business either.

- Excuse us.
- Excuse me.

- What do you expect, Ness?

The kid stuck his nose into something

that was none of his business.

He got hurt.

- "None of his business?"

He was looking for his father's killer.

- So what do you want from me?

I got nothing to do with any of this.

- Martin Labine is dead.

His son's in the hospital.

None of this would've happened

if you weren't stealing
surplus army weapons!

- "Stealing surplus army weapons?"

That's hijacking.

I ain't done any of that
punk street stuff in years.

I got too much class now.

- You think you got class?

You think a big house,
and a tailor made suit,

a diamond stick pin buys
an old hoodlum class?

You're in the same gutter
you've always been in.

You're Roses Malto you'll never change.

- I told you to quit with the Roses.

I ain't the guy I was with Capone.

I mean, the rackets are the old days.

Booze, gambling, the
tracks, they're legal now.

They're legitimate business.

I'm a legitimate businessman.

- You're a hood,

and I know how you hoods work.

You use a woman's name to cover your butt.

You got Madeline Whitfield
as owner of the ironworks.

She's fronting for you.

- Madeline you don't know
what you're talking about.

Get out of my house.

- Take a look at this.

- Yeah, so what?

- I found this next to Gil
Labine's bed after he was shot.

- I told you to get out of my house!

- Ness, let's go Ness.

- This business killed my best friend

and almost killed his son.

I've got a job to do, Roses.

I'm gonna finish it.

- All right, this is the
biggest shipment yet,

so let's get it the hell
out of here in a hurry.

- Relax, this is Detective
Bert Moody with the Chicago PD.

Didn't I say I had it all covered?

Let's take a look at the goods.

- What do you know?

You better put this on.

- What's this for?

- It's to keep the bullets
from going through.

- And the government just
wants to throw it all away.

Okay, unload the trucks onto the box car.

- Let's go.

- With this kind of firepower,

nobody can come close to us.

What the?

- What, what, what's going on?

Dammit Bobby, what is this?

- Take it easy.

- It's Ness!

- Put the gun down, Malto.

- Back off, Ness.

- Put the gun down!

- Well, that's it Bobby, we've had it.

- Shut up!

- Give it up, Malto.

- Take him!

- That's the ammunition truck!

- Don't try it, Malto.

Get up easy.

Nice and easy.

- I had no choice.

♪ Now the rains are falling ♪

♪ Hear the train calling, ooh ♪

♪ My momma done told me ♪

♪ Hear the lonesome whistle ♪

♪ Blowing across the trestle, ooh ♪

♪ My momma done told me ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Clickety clacks are
echoing back the blues ♪

♪ In the moonlight ♪

♪ The evening breeze will stop ♪

♪ The trees from crying ♪

♪ And the moon will hide its light ♪

♪ When you get the blues ♪

♪ In the night ♪

- We had to let Malto go.

He had no part in the shooting.

We couldn't hold him.

- Speak of the devil.

- I suppose you mean me?

- Nobody else left doll.

- Where's Bobby?

- Bobby's dead.

- How did it happen?

- Hijacking surplus army weapons

at the armory in the rail yard.

- I'm sorry.

- For what?

- For you, he was your son.

- Yeah.

Yeah, he was my son.

You should have left him alone.

- What do you mean?

- You don't think I know?

- I couldn't stop him, Art.

He had big plans.

He wanted to take over the whole town.

- This weapons deal was Bobby's idea?

- Yes.

- Hitting Finn was his idea?

- He wanted to show you he
could take over the gambling.

- Killing Labine and Helen was his idea?

His own girlfriend?

- She was spilling her guts to Labine,

telling him everything.

- Going to bed with you?

Turning against me with his idea?

- Yes.

- No.

No.

He wasn't smart enough to
come up with all these ideas.

He didn't have big plans.

You did.

He couldn't kill Helen,

but you could.

He wouldn't have turned against me.

I'd have given him everything,

but you pushed him.

You used him.

He was my son.

You got him killed, you slut!

- Yeah, I killed Helen.

She couldn't stand it
when Bobby went with me.

Yeah, I turned him against you.

Why not?

I was nothing more to
you than just a twist.

Every time you touched me,

you made my skin crawl.

You meant nothing to me.

- I got here first doll.

- Art, no.

- Hold it right there, Roses.

- We've been at it a lot of years, Ness.

You're still a son of a bitch.

- So when are
you going back to Ohio?

- The afternoon train.

I have something for you.

It was in his files from the start.

Your father had it all.

That's why he was killed.

He was a good man.

- Good day, gentlemen.

- Pete.

- I thought this might
brighten up your room.

- You know, come to think of it,

I don't know why she sent
roses to my dad's funeral.

- Maybe she wanted to make
it look like Art was guilty.

It worked.

- She sent roses too.

- What do you mean "too?"

Well, I sent roses to the funeral.

I mean, your father worked
for us and nobody cared.

I mean, it was the least I could do.

- Extra, extra, read all about it!

Crime fighter Ness busts Malto gang!

Read all about it!

Eliot Ness clears Labine name!

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Eliot Ness clears Labine name!

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