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Hold it.

The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

Tonight's episode:
"The Tri-State Gang".

Robert Stack
appears as Eliot Ness.

Costarring: Alan Hale.

And: Florence Halop.

With special guest
star: William Bendix.

In the latter part of 1933,

an epidemic of
hijacking broke out

in the states of Virginia,
Maryland and Pennsylvania.

The similarity of the holdups
identified them as the work

of the Tri-State Gang.

This time, it was a
factory shipment of radios.

The routine was always the same.

"Big" Bill Phillips, a
hulking 6'4" ox of a man,

handled the truck.

Artie MacLeod, a
cheap tinhorn gambler,

handled the burlap hood
with style and efficiency.

Okay, that's just fine.
What are you gonna do?

We're gonna tie a nice pink
ribbon around ya, that's all.

What are you doing? You
don't have to tie me up.

Shut up. I'll be
out here all night.

I'll freeze to death!

The oldest of the gang
was Georgie Kaufman,

a battered ex-pug who
once fought Bennie Leonard

in Madison Square Garden.

The fence was
James Jonathan Harris,

sometimes called
"Gentleman Jim,"

a quiet-spoken Englishman
from the moors of Yorkshire.

He was a suspicious
and ever-watchful man.

Bobby Mais, second in command,

three-time loser, an
ex-con, San Quentin.

Oh, come on, give a
guy a break, will ya?

Don't leave me out
here like this, please.

Come on, give me a break.

The leader of the gang
was Wally Legenza,

a pale, cold, blond beast,

untouched by any
civilizing influences.

The doctors at Dannemora
once described him

as a vicious, antisocial animal,

dangerous, ruthless, depraved.

Eliot Ness and his men had
been assigned by Washington

to investigate the activities
of the Tri-State Gang.

That same night, they drove
down to Richmond, Virginia,

where they met with Sheriff
Wilson of Richmond County.

Same tire tracks.
Same 10-tonner.

Do you want a moulage
on it? Don't bother.

We got a half dozen impression
of those wheels already.

A .38 shell case.

Same gun, same truck, same
kind of killing, same everything.

We know so much about
them, we know nothing.

A wife and two kids. It
just don't make sense.

A man kills for a reason.
Money, power, something.

This is no man.
This is an animal.

On the night of May 14th, 1934,

Wally Legenza called a
meeting of the Tri-State Gang

to go over the details
of a hijacking job

planned for the following night.

Their strongman,
"Big" Bill Phillips,

was conspicuously absent.

Stupid tin-head.

I told him I wanted him here.

Very good here, but not
too strong up here, I'm afraid.

What difference does it
make if he comes here or not?

He unloads the truck
good. That's all that counts.

That's not all.

When I tell somebody
to do something,

I want them to do
it, and no excuses.

We'll wait ten more minutes.

Maybe Artie's right.

Maybe we ought to go
over the job without Big Bill.

Don't you hear good
with them doughnut ears?

I said we wait.

Okay, Wally, if that's
the way you want it.

I thought maybe he was
out with his girl tonight.

Girl? What girl?

You know.

No, I don't know. What
girl you talking about?

Well, I thought you knew.

Listen, punchie,

you want me to close up
that nose of yours for good?

What girl are you talking
about? I thought you knew.

That French girl from Canada he
picked up a couple of weeks ago.

You mean he's been going
steady with a girl for two weeks,

and I didn't know about it?

Why didn't you tell me?

What...? What do
you hurt me for?

I only found out
myself last night.

I met him at a bar downtown.

Anybody else tied up to a
dame I don't know nothing about?

I don't want you running
around steady with no dames.

They're trouble. If you see
'em once, that's enough.

Just once and then get rid
of them. You understand?

All right, we'll go to work.

I'll take care
of Big Bill later.

♪ Alouette ♪

♪ Gentille alouette ♪

♪ Alouette ♪

♪ Je te plumerai ♪

Shh. You will wake up everybody.

Oh, what a fun day. Heh-heh-heh.

It was fun, wasn't it?

Everybody looking at us.

You, so big and me, so little.

Like in the funny
papers, Mutt and Jeff.

"Moot" and Jeff? Ha-ha.

I could listen to
you talk all day.

Sshh! Shhh!

Oh, I never felt like this
about anybody before, Lizzie.

How about you? Never.

Hey, what does it
mean, "alouette"?

Alouette? Oh,
it is a little bird.

Ooh, that's what
you are. My little bird.

Oh, I wanna marry you, Lizzie.

Well, what's the matter?

You wanna marry
me too, don't you?

Oh, you know what it is, Billy.

Aw, Lizzie, I told
you I'd quit the gang

as soon as we got married.

A big guy like me's not gonna
have a hard time finding a job.

Why, I can drive a truck. I
can work down on the docks.

There are all kinds of
jobs, all the way around.

It's not the jobs
I'm worried about.

It's them. They might
not like it if you quit.

So they don't like
it. They can lump it.

They're not gonna tell me
what to do. Not Big Bill, they ain't.

Come here, alouette.

Who is it? Wally.

Wally?

Okay, let him in.

Wally, I didn't expect
to see you here.

The boys must
have told you, huh?

Let me fix you a
drink. Don't bother.

Where you been all day?

Wally, I-I forgot all
about the meeting.

I was out of the house all day.
That is, we were, me and Lizzie.

So you are Wally.

I've been telling her
all about you, Wally.

Oh, I didn't say
anything important.

You know what I mean. Shut up.

Believe me, I-I didn't
say anything outta line.

You know me better than that.

Do I? Come on, Wally.

Let's have a drink.
Let's all be friends.

I don't want no friends. I
got too many friends already.

I'll pay his tab.
That ought to do it.

Get out, both of you.

Oh, Lizzie... Go on.

For your boyfriend's
sake, you'd better forget

you ever saw either one of us.

You hear?

The following night,
on May 15th, 1934,

on a lonely road
outside the small town

of Oakhurst, Virginia,

the Tri-State Gang
hijacked a truck

hauling $20,000 worth of
tobacco out of North Carolina.

The hijacking
plans went smoothly.

A hood was placed
on the driver's head.

He was chained to a tree,

and the cargo was transferred
from one truck to the other.

Help. Help!

Eliot Ness and his men

set up headquarters in a small
hotel in Richmond, Virginia.

Looks like one of those drawings

you make by connecting
the dots and the numbers.

They're the tracks of an animal,
and it's gonna be hard to catch.

Ness speaking. Ness,
this is Sheriff Wilson.

I think I got something for
you. Hijacking job last night.

Chains, hood, the
same thing all over again.

We just picked
up the driver. Alive.

He got a good look
at the license plate.

Marty.

T4514.

T4514. Right, thanks.

Let's move, Marty. Our animal
has made his first mistake.

License number T4514 was issued
to the Briggs Salvage Company

of 92 River Street,
Richmond, Virginia.

From the Office of
Internal Revenue,

a further check revealed
that the junk company

was owned by a
Mr. James J. Harris,

and that, in its first
two years of operation,

it earned barely enough money
to meet its operating costs.

If you get any more,
I'll be here at the hotel.

Fine. Good.

The 10-ton truck is empty.

Yeah, they got rid
of the loot pretty fast.

What about the old man?

I don't think he's in with
it. He's just part of the front.

What are we waiting
for? Let's pick up Harris.

It won't be too hard
to make him talk.

We can pick him up any time.

Sooner or later,
that 10-ton truck

is gonna start rolling again.

We'll stake out here.

Get Kane and Youngfellow
to hook up a phone.

Keep a watch on that
junkyard 24 hours a day.

The next day, the
long stakeout began.

No one went in or out of
the Briggs Salvage Company,

only James Harris and the
old laborer, Ab Chandler.

They waited two days,
three days, four days.

No business appeared
to be transacted

at the Briggs Salvage Company.

Punctually at 8:30, the old
man arrived with his dinner pail,

opened the doors
and disappeared inside.

A half-hour later, James
Harris parked his car

and went into the office.

Finally, on the
night of the fifth day,

the Untouchables'
patient vigil was rewarded.

The trap was ready to be sprung.

Marty.

Know them?

No.

Yes? Rossman?

Yes. Get down here, fast.

Get the others. Brief 'em.

You know, I'm curious. Curious?

I've been on his
tail for six months.

I have no idea
what he looks like.

Hold it. Get your
hands up. Come on.

Don't shoot. I
haven't got a gun.

That's my first mistake tonight.

Eliot, did we get 'em?

We got 'em. Easy, we got 'em.

Eliot, I... Agh.

That big one's still alive.

Who was with you?

Who was with you? Who was he?

What'd he say?

Al somebody.
Sounded like "Al Lewitt."

He got away, huh?

A lot to pay for nothing. Yeah.

I'll try to get back tonight.

Where are you going? Washington.

Look, Eliot, I knew
Kane's family pretty well,

if you want me to do it.
No, no. Thanks anyway.

There's nothing to worry
about, Wally. Nothing's changed.

Just one guy less, that's all.

Exactly. All we have to
do is to get another truck.

Then we're in business
again, same as before.

I can't see the problem.

No, they're right. Nobody
knows who we are.

Who asked you?

I'll do the thinking
around here,

so shut up, all of ya.

So nothing's changed, huh?

We just got one
guy less, that's all.

All we do is get another truck

and we're back in
business again, huh?

And you, the smart one.

Nobody knows us, huh?

Oh, the dame.

Yeah, the dame, knucklehead.

That French piece of pastry

that Big Bill's been
running around with.

What's she gonna
do when she reads

in the paper tomorrow morning

that her boyfriend's
been killed?

What if she don't read the
paper tomorrow morning?

Not you... and not me.

You.

She knows you. You've
been out boozing with them.

She'll open the door for you.

If that's the way
you want it, Wally.

I'll take care of her, don't
worry. Anything you say.

I'll take care of
it, don't worry.

I'll tell her Big Bill was hurt,

and he wants me to take
her to the doctor's office.

Leave it to me.

Georgie...

don't blow it.

Don't worry.

Who is it? It's me, Georgie.

Georgie? Yeah, you remember me.

Remember I was
with Big Bill at the bar?

The box-fighter?
Yeah, that's right.

Uh, listen, I came here
to tell you about Big Bill.

What about Billy?
He is all right, yes?

He is coming here
this evening in an hour?

Yeah, h-he's all right...

just a little accident.

Accident?

You see, we was unloading
the truck, me and him,

and, uh... h-he fell
off th-the tailboard,

and he broke his leg.

And, uh, I-I brought him over

to this doctor I know,

a-and he wants to see you.

He's dead, isn't he?

What do you mean,
dead? I-I told you the truth.

He's all right. I
don't believe you.

He is dead. I can
tell by looking at you.

You dumb French dame.

Here, put this on.

What are you trying to
do? Get me in trouble?

I told you he's all right.

He just broke his arm,
that's all. His leg, I mean.

Oh, what's the
difference? His arm, his leg.

He's hurt, and he wants you.

No. No, the other
one wants me, l'animal.

Listen, you crazy French
tramp, I told you he was hurt.

Are you coming with me, or
do I have to drag you there?

No.

Oh!

And now, back to
The Untouchables.

You lost your queen.

I figured it that way.

Check.

He's back.

Rough?

Kane's sister's with
her. She'll be all right.

Forget him, Eliot. Come on,
why don't you get some sleep?

How did I let him get away?

We don't even know
what he looks like.

I could see him outside
in broad daylight,

walk right past him,
never even know it.

I'll buy you some dinner.

No, I'll stay here.
Go on, both of you.

Sure? Sure.

Anything you want
before we leave?

Yeah, turn out the light.

Hello. WILSON: That you, Ness?

Yeah. I'm glad I caught you.

There's been a shooting tonight.

Shooting?

Yeah, a young girl in
General Hospital now.

We found a picture in her
pocketbook, "Big" Bill Phillips.

Phillips? What's her name?

Her name is, uh,
Elizabeth Dauphine.

Came here from Quebec,
oh, about a year ago.

No criminal record.

Have you talked to her?
She's half dead, in a coma.

I'll be right down.

Nurse, prepare for
another transfusion.

She's a remarkable
girl. How is she?

She's still in
postoperative shock.

One of the bullets
entered her lung.

Why she's still
alive, I don't know.

When do you think
we can see her?

Well, it's hard to say.

I've known 'em to stay in a
coma for three or four days.

Of course, it could be
less, or could be never.

Thanks, doctor.

She just doesn't seem the type

that would be
connected to a mob.

If she knew Phillips, she
must know something.

Somebody must have wanted
her outta the way pretty bad.

All we can do is
wait. And watch.

Punch-drunk monkey.

Scrambled eggs for
brains, that's what he's got.

Don't worry, he wasn't gonna
blow it. Just leave it to him.

If she talks, the
heat will really be on.

Gentlemen, let's remain calm.

Let's just wait and
see what happens.

We don't know if
the girl will live or not.

Wait for what?

Wait for her to sing? Live like
rats for the rest of our lives?

What can we do?

We can do the
job right this time.

At the hospital? Why not?

Let me take care of it. No.

Him. Me?

I never carried
a gun in my life.

Well, you're gonna
start right now.

You're the only one
who can get to her.

But how?

Because you're her uncle.

Her uncle from Canada.

Come on.

Jim, don't miss.

One moment, sir. I'll
connect you with that room.

Excuse me. I should like to
see my niece, Ms. Dauphine.

What room is she in? Room 10.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry.
She can't see anyone.

Her condition is critical.

Oh, but I must. I've come
such a long way, from Montreal.

Well, I'm sorry. I don't
have the authority.

You'll have to
speak to Dr. Johnson.

Well, where is he?

He's expected for his
night rounds any time.

If you like, you can wait.

The odor of a
hospital depresses me.

I think I'll take a
breath of fresh air.

Yes, sir.

One moment, please.

Hold it!

Harris, the fence.

I wonder why he
went up the fire escape

when her room
is on the first floor.

Some things come off as planned.

Take care of him.

Do you think she
can talk to me now?

I don't know.

The shooting outside
didn't help your chances any.

Don't stay too long.

Ms. Dauphine,

there's nothing to
worry about anymore.

Billy? Billy?

He's dead.

I told him.

I told him they were all bad.

They tried to kill me.

Who's "they"?
Who tried to kill you?

If I say, they will
kill me certainement.

Nothing's gonna happen to
you, I promise. We'll protect you.

I want to go home.

Ms. Dauphine, we wanna help you,

but you've got to
give us a chance.

Now, I promise to get you home,

but you'll never be
safe until they're caught.

You will help me?

Trust me.

I trust you.

Elizabeth Dauphine,

the petite, plucky
girl of Quebec,

named names and places...

All the names and places

she had learned
from "Big" Bill Phillips.

Eliot Ness and the special
agents descended swiftly

on the rooms of the
remaining members of the gang,

Wally Legenza, Bobby
Mais, Artie McLeod.

Georgie Kaufman, the
inept and blundering ex-pug,

had died by the code of
Wally Legenza's jungle law.

He was not fit to survive.

For almost a week, the
three remaining members

of the Tri-State Gang

holed up in a room
on North Sixth Street.

Their faces were known to
every policeman and sheriff

on the eastern seaboard.

Only at night did one
of them venture out

to buy food and cigarettes.

How do you guys stand it?

Sitting there day after
day, playing cards.

You're driving me
crazy just looking at you.

I don't like this
being cooped up.

I ain't used to it.

What are we, a bunch of
rats hiding out in corners?

We gotta be careful
a little longer, Wally.

Careful or scared?

We got the Feds after us.

Feds.

They're nothing but
a bunch of flatfoots,

just like any other cops.

Well, I'm gonna do something.

I ain't gonna sit here and
wait for them to walk in on us.

You name it. We'll
do whatever you say.

How much money we got left?

Oh, about 300 bucks.

Three hundred? Is that all?

We gotta get money, fast.

We could stick up a
couple of gas stations.

Knock over a few speaks.

Pennies.

I'm talking about money,

money with a lot of zeros.

We gotta get far away from here.

California, Florida,
maybe Mexico.

Get our fingers rubbed
out. Get our faces fixed.

We need at least 20 G's each.

That's a big haul, Wally.

Yeah, we ain't
even got no truck.

You got a brain, ain't you?

Use it.

Sixty grand is a lot
of brainwork, Wally.

What's that fat bookie's name?

He should be good
for at least 60 G's.

Willie Weinberg.

When I knew him,

he was nothing but a
little punk running numbers.

I hear he's a big bookie now.

That's right.

What you got in mind?

Shut up, I'm thinking.

We need another hideout.
The other side of town.

I know a good place.
I'll arrange it tonight.

A snatch, Wally?

Yeah. Tomorrow.

Shut up, do what I tell
you, and you won't get hurt.

Start the car, turn
right at the first corner,

turn right again, and
drive until I tell ya.

Look, fellas, I got a
few hundred on me.

You can have it, no
questions asked, huh?

Drive.

Turn it off.

Get out.

Artie, I've been
waiting for you.

Are these your friends? Yeah.

Where are we? Two
rooms on the second floor.

Telephone? Yeah,
just like I told ya.

Any other boarders? No.

Stay down here with her
and keep her out of my hair.

Walk.

Look, Wally, you got
me all figured wrong. I...

Shut up and walk.

He's mean.

Yeah.

Yeah, but nice men don't
pay that kind of money

for a couple of days' rent, huh?

Come on, baby.
Let's finish that bottle.

Aw, come on now,
Wally, give me a break.

Sit down and keep
your mouth shut.

Come on, Wally.

Look, at least tell me
how much you want.

I'll make a deal with you.

Sixty thousand.

Sixty?

Come on, stop your kidding.
I ain't got that kind of money.

You better have.

Take my word for
it, I ain't got that kind.

I'm lucky I got half of that.

Look, don't let that car
and these clothes fool ya.

I only been running
my own book for a year.

Shut up. Believe me.

If you got something to say,

say something I wanna
hear or keep your mouth shut.

Sure. Sure.

Maybe my brother,
Sid, can help me.

He's got a laundry in Baltimore.

That's better.

What's your home phone?

Granite 7964.

Hey, take it easy
with my wife, huh?

She ain't feeling too good.

Hello?

Mrs. Weinberg?

I'm a friend of your husband's.

Who is this?

Tell her who I am.

Sure, Wally.

Listen, sweetheart,
now, don't get nervous.

I'm all right.

Willie, wh-what do you
mean you're all right?

Something's the
matter. What is it?

Look, sweetheart...

Listen, sweetheart,

and listen with both ears.

We've got your husband,
and we want $60,000 for him.

Sixty thous...

You can't be serious.

We haven't got anywhere
near that much money.

Okay, then we kill him.

No, uh, wait. Wait,
j-j-just a minute.

Look, sweetheart, we
know all your bookkeeping.

You've got 30,000.

All you gotta do is call up
your brother-in-law in Baltimore

and get him to ante up the rest.

Now do we understand each other?

Um... Let me...

Let me talk to my
husband, please.

Listen, sweetheart, look,
everything will be all right.

Just do what he tells you.

Just do what I tell you, and
everything will be all right.

Tomorrow evening at 7:00 sharp.

That'll give you and
your brother-in-law

time enough to go to the bank.

Go to the bus stop
at Ninth and Waters.

Wait there with the money.

We'll drive up in
your husband's car.

You got that?

Yes.

One more little
thing, sweetheart.

Don't talk to anybody
except your brother-in-law,

or you'll never see
your husband alive.

Wait.

Oh.

Operator.

Uh, ah...

Operator, I wanna place
a person-to-person call

to Baltimore, please.

Uh, Mr. Sidney Weinberg.

Uh, Calvert 9890, please.

Sorry, but there's no answer.

Shall I keep trying?

Please.

Oh, um, operator, try
his place of business.

Uh, Woolf 1514.

All that night, Mrs. Weinberg

had not been able to contact

her brother-in-law,
Sidney Weinberg,

either at his
bachelor apartment,

or at his place of business.

Finally, at 8:00 the
following morning,

Mrs. Weinberg contacted
the office manager

of Sidney Weinberg's
laundry plant in Baltimore

only to learn that Sidney was

attending a convention
in Dallas, Texas,

and was not expected
back at the plant

until late that afternoon.

Well look, uh, t-tell him...

A-As soon as he comes
in, tell him to call me.

T-Tell him it's
very, very important.

Drop it on the floor.

Please, I-I gotta talk to you.

I haven't got it all.

Get in.

Go around the block.

Is this some kind of a trick?

No, no. Believe me, I-I've...

I've been up all night trying
to reach my brother-in-law.

H-He's outta town,
but he'll be back today.

How much money you got with ya?

Twenty-eight thousand.

Every nickel I could
get my hands on.

It's all the money
we got in the world.

Drop it on the floor.

I want the rest of the
money tomorrow morning,

and no excuses, you understand?

Y-You'll have the
money, I-I promise.

I'll have it at the bus
depot tomorrow afternoon.

No, different
place, different time.

Eleven o'clock tomorrow morning

at the entrance
to McDowell Park.

Do you know
where it is? Yes, yes.

Okay, here's what
I want you to do.

You and your brother
drive up in a cab,

but you stay in it.

He gets out, goes
up to the monkey cage

and starts to feed
them peanuts, fast.

Then he puts the
money in a paper bag,

moves over to the orangutan
cage and drops it in a trash can.

Then he comes back,
gets back in the cab with you

and you both drive away.

Have you got that?

Yes, yes. W-W-We'll be there.

So will we.

And we'll be watching you
every minute, sweetheart,

so don't try anything funny.

How's Willie?

How do you want him to be?

Get out.

You know, this
ain't a bad setup.

It's better off than
outside, I can tell you that.

They must have every
cop in town looking for us.

Maybe we ought to
stay here for a while.

Two or three weeks,
till the heat's off.

Suits me.

What are we gonna
do about fatty?

Once we let him go, he
might tip off the police.

I never thought of that.

What do we need him for?

The money.

We can get the
money without him.

Why not?

All right, fatty, on your feet.
We're getting out of here.

What for?

Because you look pale.

A little ride in the night
air will do you good.

Now, look, Wally, a deal
is a deal with me, huh?

I mean, I know when
to keep my mouth shut.

You want to pull a snatch,
that's your business, not mine.

I never talked in my
life yet. Ask anybody.

Look, Wally, after all,

we're in the same
kinda business, ain't we?

Who said anything about talking?

We just gotta get
outta here, that's all.

I got a tip somebody
fingered the place.

For a minute, I-I thought you...

I-I thought you was gonna...

Uh, that wouldn't
make no sense, eh?

No. No sense. Let's go.

Wait. Do you mind if
I make a sandwich?

I get a little hungry
when I'm nervous.

Hey, where is this place?

About two miles outside of town.

Take the first left. It
goes along the river.

Where's the other guy?

What other guy?

Artie, you know.
Artie what's-his-name.

Hey look, if the other
place was tipped off,

why didn't you bring
him along? I mean...

Why'd you leave him back there?

Now, look, fellas,

I played ball with you, huh?

I mean, I-I've done
everything you said, right?

Now, listen, fellas,
look, right is right, huh?

; What good is it, killing me?

You don't have to
worry about me, huh?

I won't talk. I'm no squealer.

Ask anybody.

They'll tell you about
Willie Weinberg.

You talk too much.

What do we do with him?

Tie him up and
dump him in the river.

They'll never find him.

Keep your eyes open.
It's only about another mile.

Right, Wally.

Hey, look up ahead.

Roadblock.

Swing her off the road.

Where? T-There ain't no road.

Make a road.

This is as good as the river.
They won't find him for a month.

All we need is 24 hours,

just long enough
to get the money.

Less than an hour
after Willie Weinberg

had been dragged
into the bushes,

the bullet-riddled body

of the pathetic bookie
was discovered.

The bullet was fired from
the same gun that killed Kane.

But why Willie Weinberg?
What's the connection?

I don't know, but this
ballistic report isn't lying.

I knew Willie Weinberg.

He was just a poor slob who
was trying to be a rich one,

a petty hoodlum who ran a book.

I just can't see him being mixed
up with Legenza and his bunch.

You never can tell.

Wilson, I want you to
keep this quiet for a while.

Where you going?
To find that connection.

Oh, stop worrying, Flora.

All they want is
money, and I got it.

So, what's to worry about?

Oh, we'll pay you back, Sidney.

Every penny, I
promise. Heh, heh.

Forget the money.
He's my brother, ain't he?

Look, would I be in the
laundry business today

if it wasn't for him?

I'd still be in a
dry-cleaning store,

patching pants and cleaning
lipstick off of men's collars.

Look, Flora, go and
get a good night's sleep.

Who can that be?

Look, don't say anything.

Do you hear me? You'll
get Willie in trouble.

Yes, what is it?

Oh, come in, come in.

My brother, Willie, is
out of town right now.

Flora, Flora, these men
are from the federal police.

Mrs. Weinberg? Uh, yes?

I'm Eliot Ness.

This is my associate,
William Youngfellow.

We'd like to ask you some
questions about your husband.

My husband?

Look, I know as
much about my brother

and his business as she does.

So if there's any questions
you want answered, just ask me.

Mrs. Weinberg, when was the
last time you saw your husband?

Uh, yesterday. Why?

Look, Mrs. Weinberg
isn't feeling very well.

She had an asthma attack
just before you got here.

That's why I'm here.

I-I'm taking care of her
until my brother gets back.

Why don't you come
back tomorrow night?

Willie'd be glad
to see you. Yeah.

Mrs. Weinberg...

your husband is dead.

No.

I'm sorry.

T-They couldn't do that.
They wouldn't do that.

We got the money right here,
j-just the way they wanted.

Me and Sidney was gonna
bring it to 'em tomorrow morning.

I don't understand.

They miscalculated,
Mrs. Weinberg.

They didn't expect us
to find his body so soon.

I wish I knew what to
tell you, Mrs. Weinberg,

to ease your grief.

I didn't know what to
say last week either,

when I had to tell the wife of
one of my men the same thing.

But you can help
us. She couldn't.

This man, Legenza, who killed
your husband, is an animal,

a vicious, rotten animal.

We can trap him if you help.

I'll do anything.

Me too.

What is it you want us to do?

Go ahead with your plan,
just as if nothing happened.

Just as if nothing happened.

Just as if nothing had happened.

At exactly 11:00 the
following morning,

the taxi with Mrs. Weinberg
and her brother-in-law, Sidney,

pulled up at the entrance to
McDowell Park, on schedule.

Sidney, be careful, please.

All right, don't
worry. All right.

Get him!

Drop it!

Help. Help me!

Help. Help me.
My legs are broken.

Help me.

Help me.

Get a rope.

And that was the end
of the Tri-State Gang,

an ending, not with a
bang, but with a whimper.

Artie McLeod was tried on
seven different counts, and got life.

Wally Legenza was
tried for murder in Virginia,

and died in the electric
chair at Richmond,

on February 2nd, 1935.

And, oh, yes,

little Lizzie Dauphine
went back home to Quebec.

The Untouchables.