All language subtitles for The Untouchables - S02E09 (The Larry Fay Story)_000

What was she doing here, Sammy?

Sh-She was nosing around,
trying to get information.

What kind of information?

Oh, what happened to Tommy.

Go on.

I told her I didn't
know anything.

Nothing, Larry, I... I swear.

Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Sam
Levine, Larry Gates,

and Robert Emhardt.

With special guest
star June Havoc.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

1931. Business, racketeer style.

The business: milk.

The tycoon: Capone
student, Larry Fay.

He matriculated from
cabs to beer to milk,

which had been selling
at ten cents a quart.

Although in those
dark Depression days,

even that was a high price,

Fay succeeded by organizing

certain unscrupulous milk
companies into a monopoly

and raising the price of milk
as much as three cents a quart.

Two of those cents went to Fay.

Stores that refused to deal

with the new monopoly were
shown the Capone method.

For the majority of
respectable milk companies

who stuck to fair
prices, in spite of threats

and warnings from Fay,

disasters piled up
one on top of another

in actions that reddened
the highways of four states.

The style was Al Capone's,

but the signature was Larry Fay.

One of those who refused
to tremble before Fay was

Wayne Owens, whose
family had headed

a small but successful
dairy company for 100 years.

So no dirty gutter rat
is gonna dictate to me!

Stop screaming, Mr. Owens.

It aggravates Frankie.

His bite is worse
than your bark.

Now, it all comes
down to this, Mr. Owens:

you're in with us, or...

I don't have to stand
for your dirty tactics.

I'm gonna call the police.

They don't like to be
disturbed at this hour.

That's not gonna stop me.

I'm still gonna tell
'em all about you.

I'm gonna tell 'em not
only how you recruit

your partners, but
who two of 'em are.

Yeah, the two who came here
this afternoon to soften me up for...

All clear.

Clean up the office.

You want to be careful who
you call gutter rat, Mr. Owens.

There was no
better front to cover

Larry Fay's illicit activities

than his swank
nightery, the El Fay.

His nightclub partner and
mistress of ceremonies was

one of the most
popular entertainers

of the Prohibition
Era... Sally Kansas.

d He's a big butter and egg
man from Cracker Town, PA d

d He's worth 400,000 pounds
in chickens, so they say d

d He turns the
city upside down d

d Drinks up all
the booze in town d

d Big butter and egg man
from Cracker Town, PA d

Hey, hey, hey!

Well, well, well, honey.

That's a pretty seedy looki"
little gent you got there.

You'd better be careful, honey.

Looks like a hot kiss and a
cold breakfast might just kill him.

Hey, hey, hey!

Look who we got here,
folks... We got a stag.

You know what a
stag is, don't you folks?

It's an old buck with no dough.

d He's a big butter and egg
man from Cracker Town, huh? d

Cracker Town!

d Yeah, Cracker Town, PA! d

Come in.

Hello, Fay.

If you've come to shoot
holes in the beer barrels,

they're in the cellar,
with my fine wines.

I'm not interested in beer.

I'm interested in milk.

Smoke?

Go on... it's a genuine antique.

Cost me plenty.

A man named Owens
was killed last night.

Yeah, I heard it on the radio.

He was in the milk
business, like you,

only he wasn't
part of your setup.

What setup is that?

Did you ever meet him?

Mm-mmm.

You didn't keep the appointment?

What appointment
is that, Mr. Ness?

Your name was on
his date calendar...

7:30 p.m., Larry Fay.

They fixed the time of
his death at 8:00 p.m.

Interesting?

Yeah, I used to know a
couple of Larry Fays in Chicago.

One of 'em was a cop.

Names ain't particular
who wears them.

You ain't got nothin'
on me, Mr. Ness.

Get your coat.

You think that's gonna help?

An hour after you get
me downtown, I'll be out.

It was an accident that
killed this guy, an accident.

They said so on the radio.

The guy works hard, he's tired.

He don't see the open doors.

Boom! He goes ten flights.

Happens all the time.

Some guys get pushed.

I got a dozen
people... Two dozen...

That'll swear they was with me

in the steam bath
when it happened.

So why don't you save
us both the wear and tear?

You don't kid me,
and I don't kid you.

Here it is straight:

I mean to hand you
over to a grand jury

with a murder tag
around your rotten neck.

Sally.

Well, if it isn't
my favorite Fed.

Sit down, Mr. Ness.

This is my baby brother.

Say hello to Mr. Ness, Tommy.

How are you?

Hello, Tommy.

Mr. Ness and me are old friends.

He closed me up once in Chicago,

but no hard feelings.

How about this Dapper Dan, huh?

Cut out that big sister
stuff, will you, sis?

Okay, okay.

Please forgive me,
I keep forgetting.

Gee, you're pushing
22 now, aren't you, huh?

See you later.

There goes my number one.

I thought Larry Fay
had that position.

Same position, another team.

I thought you were
keeping clean, Sally.

Oh, now listen, we run a
pretty elegant trap here.

Those Chicago days are over.

I'm not referring to the club.

I'm talking about Fay's big
racket... his milk operation.

Milk?

Larry hasn't touched milk
since he was six years old.

Maybe he doesn't
tell you everything.

Would you like to escort me

over to my dressing
room, Mr. Ness?

I have a bottle of vintage
sodee pop hidden there.

You got something to tell me?

No, but if you've got something
to tell me, I'm gonna listen.

For old times' sake.

Tell Sally the joint is dying.

Tell her I said for
her to pep it up.

Nope, I don't buy that.

Larry promised me when
we opened this cellar together

that he was through
with the rackets.

Well, it had to be that way...

My brother's an
impressionable kid.

Those mug habits
rub off, you know?

He's not even allowed
to hang around here.

Well, not very much.

Not that I'm over-
protecting him.

He's no Little Lord Fauntleroy.

Aside from everything
else, Larry Fay's a murderer.

Nobody's ever proved that.

I'm going to prove it.

Yeah? Well, I'll
believe it when you do.

And until then, you're
just a federal cop

with four flat feet, who
likes to kick up the mud

and doesn't give
a hoot who it hits.

You're being had, Sally.

Oh, I'm being had, all right,

only not by Larry... by you.

Good-bye, Mr. Ness.

See you around, Sally.

Okay, okay! I'm comin'.

What did he want?

He's got a wild idea you figure
in some deals around town.

I told him,

you aren't in on anything
dirty, not anymore.

He said something
about a milk probe?

I gave you my word, didn't I?

It's solid gold.

Yeah. If it turns green,

you're gonna get it right back
with this cellar... in spades.

You think I'd take
a chance on that?

You're my baby, and you
know how you score with me.

I hope so...

'cause it isn't easy
to find somebody else

who likes sauerkraut
for breakfast.

Well, everybody,
enjoying yourselves?

I'll soon put an end to that!

You're wanted on
the telephone, Mr. Fay.

Now, you got any requests?

Any songs you'd like
to hear sung badly?

The phone call was urgent,

a summons to meet
with his two chief cohorts

in the milk rackets...

Fred Stegler,
Class of 1908, Yale:

born into one of the largest
milk companies in the country;

and Carl D. Arnold,
self-made man who first started

as an office boy in the
company he now headed.

In the car they could
conduct their business

without fear of hidden
mikes or Eliot Ness.

I'm not interested
in your excuses.

It was an unwarranted
move on your part, Fay.

Carl, you know how I
feel about the use of force.

What did you expect
me to do, Mr. Stegler?

Let him louse up everything?

We run milk companies,
not slaughterhouses.

Committees parading up and
down the streets with signs,

a grand jury probe
staring us in the face,

with Ness himself
called in to investigate.

Ness! Ness! Ness!

I'm fed up hearing
about that guy!

What is he? He's
a nothing! Nothing!

This ain't Chicago...

and I ain't makin'
the same mistakes

them other monkeys
made so he could nail you.

I pay my taxes.

Fay, I will not put up with it.

Hold it, Fred.

Mr. Fay has done well
enough by us so far.

Has he? Has he, really?

Considering we've
sold ourselves out.

Fred... you're
much too sensitive.

Much.

I didn't hear you beef
when the profits went up.

Is it worth it?

You!

You just remember one thing.

You're in like we are.

Win, lose, or draw.

Drop me off at the club.

Then take the gentlemen home.

Right, Mr. Fay.

Mr. Stegler.

Yes? What is it?

Use your own key instead
of ringing for the butler.

Now, look here, young man.

Mr. Stegler, you don't want

anybody to hear
what I got to say.

The way I see it, Mr. Stegler,

everybody looks
out for himself, right?

I mean, his future...

Now, in my hand right here,
I got the power to break you.

Like that.

So I say to myself,
"Suppose I was Mr. Stegler"...

Which is a pretty good
thing to be, considering...

"and suppose the
public was to find out

"about me and that milk deal.

That could break a man, right?"

Don't get me wrong.

Just because I can make
trouble, don't mean I have to, right?

I mean...

all those meetings in
the car I listened to...

What do you want?

100,000 bucks.

You must be out of your mind.

By tomorrow.

And one more thing.

I'll call you.

And I wouldn't figure
on going to Larry Fay.

If anything happens to
me, it gets to the cops.

It's arranged.

Right?

Fred, talk slower.

Take it easy.

Yes.

Who?

Well, of course I'll
help, but I'm sure you got

over a hundred thousand
dollars in the company account,

so just draw it out of the bank.

I can't withdraw a
hundred thousand dollars

from the bank without
arousing suspicion.

I can raise fifty, but the rest

is going to have
to come from you.

Under no circumstances
is Fay to know about it.

Do you hear me, Carl?

I just can't afford to risk it.

Control yourself, Fred.

Control yourself.

All right, I'll get the
rest of the money to you.

Stay put, Tommy, my boy.

You're going out again.

Head for the East Side.

d d

What's up this time of night?

Big emergency.

Someone going to get it?

That's not a polite question.

Saving your money, Tommy?

I've managed to put a
few cents away. Why?

A guy without a
buck, he don't rate.

I ought to know.

I used to live around here.

Right over a stable,
begging for food.

You know how my old lady got it?

Going to work when she was sick.

She fell down the stairs.

Turn right, Tommy.

Who we waiting for?

Larry?

You little punk.

Larry, let me tell
you how it was.

I know how it was.

And this ain't the first time.

But Sally's gonna
get you for this.

Eliot Ness knew that the
focal point in the milk probe

was Larry Fay, but the
evidence required to convict him

continued to elude
the Untouchables,

while District Attorney Roger
Hayden and citizen committees

continued clamoring for results.

The Women's Leagues,

civic groups, politicians,

screaming about
the price of milk.

And all I can give
them are promises.

Look, I need facts.

Cold, solid evidence to
lay before the grand jury

or they'll be no
indictments, Mr. Ness.

I know that, Roger.
You'll get evidence.

How? When? If I could pull it

out of this drawer
right now, I would.

Until I can, we've all
got to use some patience.

What do I tell the
public, meanwhile?

Yeah? Eliot.

Hello, Ness.

Captain Reardon.

I'm calling from Pier 21.

One of Fay's friends has just
been fished out of the river,

all wired and weighted down.

He's very dead.

Sally Kansas' brother.

I'll be right down.

Lee.

After we made identification,

I thought you'd be interested
in having a look, Mr. Ness.

Medical examiner
estimate the time of death?

Yes, sir, between 2:00
and 4:00 this morning.

We never would have found him

if it hadn't been
for a dredging crew.

Okay, boys.

Thanks, Captain.

Just last night, she told me
how much he meant to her.

That doesn't figure.

The kid had connections.

He was practically
Fay's brother-in-law.

It's an old custom,
liquidating brothers-in-law.

Dates back to the Borgias.

Why? Why Tommy?

Easy, baby, easy.

It's all my fault, bringing
him into this kind of life.

Where is he, Larry? I
don't want him to be alone.

I'll take you to him.

I promise you.

Whoever did it, I'll find him.

Where're you going
to start looking?

Here?

Come on, let's go.

I'm sorry about the boy, Sally.

You're sorry?

Everywhere you follow
me, my luck is bad.

Nobody asked you to help.

Let's go.

How'd you get here
so soon with the news?

Big mystery.

It was on the newscast
ten minutes ago, okay?

Close the door
behind you, Mr. Ness.

All kinds of undesirables
wandering around these days.

Assuming there
is some connection

between the boy's
murder and Fay,

I still can't see how it
ties in with the milk racket.

Neither do we, yet.
We're still playing hunches.

How do you file them, Eliot?

Under "H"?

I know it's not much,

but Tommy was
a part of Fay's life

and Fay's a part
of the milk racket.

Well, I'll need
more than hunches

to make it good
with the grand jury.

I'll see you in court, I hope.

Rico, I want a
24-hour tail on Fay.

Lee, a wire tap on all
calls in or out of the club.

Right.

And now, back to...

Fay was put under
24-hour surveillance,

but nothing pertinent occurred

until after Tommy
Kansas' funeral,

which was paid for by Larry Fay.

Ness' hunch was
about to pay off into fact.

On that night, Fay
picked up two men

on different street
corners uptown.

Observed by the Untouchables,

the men were then
driven around Central Park,

while they held a meeting
in their room on wheels

for over two hours.

I made it plain the last time

that there was
to be no violence.

And I made it plain I
handle my end my way.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

How did we get to be murderers?

Don't exaggerate, Fred.

There was no
need to kill that boy.

What did you expect me to do,

kiss him for trying
to blackmail you?

Why did you tell him, Carl?

I didn't. He found out himself.

If there was just some
way to get away from this.

To push it all aside.

I haven't slept for a week.

Ah, quit whining.

You're about to get richer.

We're hiking the price again.

You're what?

With that jury probe
due in ten days?

Well, that's madness.

Ah, they got nothing on us.

All talk and no action.

Now's the time for a raise

before the probe gets underway.

When it's over, we're
good boys again.

But the price stays.

That's a reasonable assumption.

No! No, I want no part of it!

Fred... use your handkerchief.

Your nose is running.

Carl D. Arnold, President,
Manhattan Milk Company

and White Star Dairies.

Fred Stegler,
Chairman of the Board,

Stegler Milk Company
and Aimes Dairies.

Let's take a ride.

Visiting John Arnold
on his home grounds,

Ness explained his
presence as merely routine

and part of the
upcoming milk probe.

Arnold deplored the
necessity for price raises

and sympathized wholeheartedly

with the public's point of view.

Mr. Arnold would not be

an easy witness to break down.

As for Fred Stegler,

he declared his innocence
a little too strongly.

You must realize, Mr. Ness,

that due to the Depression,

prices had been
slashed to rock bottom

to accommodate the times.

Now, surely this is
not unreasonable?

No fair price is
unreasonable, Mr. Stegler.

That is a base insinuation.

I don't see why I
have to be subjected

to this sort of interrogation.

Mr. Ness, I refuse to be
questioned any further.

Good day, sir.

Whatever you say, Mr. Stegler.

There'll be time
enough at the probe.

There's no question about it.

The weak link in
the chain is Stegler.

I want him hounded between now

and the opening of the probe.

Call him for
figures, statistics,

anything from the cream
content of a Jersey cow

to the number of milkings
during the rainy season.

Where Rico lets off,
you pick it up, Lee.

Anything to keep him on edge.

We'll need some angle
to make it look official.

Use the D.A., he's
official enough.

Just a minute, Mr. Stegler,
I'd like to ask you...

For the next few days, Stegler
was harassed at every turn:

at his club, his
office, or while dining.

Nowhere was he safe
from the endless pressures

of surveillance
and interrogation.

Ness' plan was a
twofold pincer attack.

First, designed to drive
Stegler to the breaking point.

And second, to
convince Sally Kansas

to bore from within.

Somewhere between
the claws of his maneuver

was entrapment for the enemy.

Hello, Sally.

Yeah.

Soda pop?

I would offer you a sedate slug,

but it's all gone.

If you want to rehearse,
why don't you go home?

Still interested in
finding Tommy's killer?

Are you still interested

in legalizing all of
the fun out of fun?

Larry Fay been helping you?

Yeah. He's been trying to help.

He's got no further than me.

Why not try us?

You can get some facts
you'd have trouble digging up.

There's only one fact I know...

Tommy is dead.

Sally, the night I met him...
Where'd he go after that?

Did he run any
errands for Larry Fay?

Just what is that
supposed to mean?

Maybe your
partner's got a reason

for not finding his killer.

Larry could no more
hurt my brother than...

he could hurt me.

You're also sure he had
nothing to do with the milk rackets.

He has, and your
brother worked for Fay.

Was in with him
deeper than you knew.

You're a liar!

Larry can prove it to you.

If you lay off this
and work on him.

If I'm wrong, all you've
got's an argument.

If I'm right,

you've found the man
who murdered your brother.

So, now you're the
host, and I'm the surprise.

Can I come in?

You're in.

Looks like my uncle's place.

Pretty crummy.

He's a sucker, too.

An honest lawyer...
Can you beat that?

Whoever heard of such a thing?

An honest lawyer!

You come here to
trade uncle stories?

No, Ness, no. I
came here to tell you

to keep your hatchet-swinging
hands out of my personal life.

Does it hurt, Fay? Not hurt.

You and your
mosquitoes can't hurt me.

Itch! You itch,
and I don't like it.

Now, I'm warning you, Ness...

You don't warn me, punk!

You'll get rid of us
when we get rid of you!

You're persecuting me.

Why? You got nothing on me!

It's a matter of time.

Stop hounding me!

And keep away from Sally.

Yeah, she told me how you've
been trying to steam her up.

Coming between
a guy and his girl...

That's dirty, even for a cop!

So is murder! More innuendoes?

That's one I'm gonna make stick!

Hmm.

You know... my uncle's a jerk.

He turns down
opportunities, just like you.

I wonder what he'd say
to a real big opportunity.

I wonder what you'd say.

You can stop wondering.

Despite the hue and cry
raised by the new price increase

and Eliot Ness
closing in on him,

Larry Fay figured his best
defense was an offense.

He continued to
operate brazenly.

As long as members
of the milk company

stuck together, the
law could do little

to them, he thought.

Theirs was a racket listed
on the Stock Exchange,

a distinction Fay had
never before achieved.

But there were the rumbles
of discontent within the ranks.

Eliot Ness had guessed well

when he tabbed Fred Stegler
the weak link in the chain.

Now Fay's exposing
us to a violent press

by raising the prices again.

How do you think that's
going to look to a grand jury?

All we have to do is "sit
tight and play it cozy,"

in the words of our partner,

and testify that the prices
are fair, in our opinion.

You expect them to believe
that some five corporations

under our control arrive at
one fixed price by coincidence?

No one can prove
price-fixing, Fred.

That's why we were both
attracted to Fay's idea

in the first place.

I don't know. I just...
I just don't know.

You seem so secure.

I wish I could be.

My life is just one round
of nightmares and...

and drinking.

Sometimes I feel as
if I could take my life

rather than face exposure.

Don't talk like that!

I tell you what I think, Fred.

I think a trip would
be just the thing.

Why not?

A little cruise to Bermuda.

Sunshine, rest.

You'll come back
fresh and relaxed,

ready for the probe.

To get away, even
for a little while...

Believe me, it's the best thing.

Well, maybe you're right.

Here.

Thank you.

Had a friend of mine once,

took a boat to Europe
and never came back.

You understand, of course,

Fred Stegler is no
common hoodlum.

Oh... No offense meant.

This situation requires
delicate handling.

I'll wear kid gloves.

What would you suggest as
a going away present, Larry?

Why don't you give him a party?

One of those, uh... what
do you call 'em? Uh...

Bon voyage?

Yeah. Bon voyage.

We're closed at the
club on Mondays,

and that'll make
it real private.

Fred would like that.

He's always enjoyed parties.

Been driving 20 minutes,

they still haven't
picked up Stegler.

Our midnight calls have
been interrupting his sleep.

Maybe he's still in bed.

Oh, uh, that friend of yours...

The one who never
came back, Larry...

What happened to him?

He drank too much
and had an accident.

Oh.

Unfortunate.

I'll prepare the guest list.

You, uh...

You will make it a nice
party, Larry, won't you?

The best.

I'll talk to Sally.

She's real good at
making people laugh.

Fine, Larry.

Laughs are what Fred needs.

Only two of 'em.

Seems like the weak link
was dropped from the chain.

That's a good sign.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

I thought it's time we
both came out of mourning.

I know what the
kid meant to you.

He meant the same
to me, didn't he?

He was family.

Only you're making yourself
sick carrying on this way.

You were going to
find out who did it.

Sure, sure, I will.

I made you a promise, didn't I?

Yes, and it stayed right in
that category, too... a promise.

Well, when it's more
than that, you'll know.

Meantime, we got
a business to run.

That's why I took on a
private party for Monday night.

I can't... The money's good.

We can use it.

Besides, it's time
you got started again.

Go on... open it.

The sparkler goes
with the flowers.

That must have cost a boodle.

You're worth it, baby.

What's this for?

Just amusing the jokers?

It's for your birthday.

You even forgot that.

Now, what do you say?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it is time I
get back to business.

Good girl.

Sammy, wake up.

Wake up, Sammy!

Hello, Sally.

You can go back to sleep soon.

Sleep?

Who can sleep here?

I feel like a pretzel.

You looking for Larry?

He's home.

I drove him home myself.

He wanted his car cleaned.

Take care of things pretty
good for Larry, don't you?

He pays me.

Hey, you need a car
or something, Sally? No.

I came to talk to
you... about Tommy.

Tommy?

May he rest in peace.

Uh, how about some coffee?

I got some coffee inside.

We can sit down,
we can talk about...

Sammy!

The night Tommy was killed...

Was he doing an
errand for Larry Fay?

I wouldn't know, Sally.

I got a job here, that's all.

I sleep in cars, with my
head on the desk there,

but I wake up, and
that's all that counts.

I don't see what's going
on, so I don't know...

I know. He was doing
an errand for Larry.

Now, I didn't say that.

I don't know what cars
come in and go out.

You're lying, Sammy!

Nobody passes through
here without your seeing.

But why are you lying?

Was it Larry?

It was Larry, wasn't it?

But why? Why?!

Be smart Sally and forget it.

Stop digging into things.

Let the kid rest in peace.

What could the kid
have possibly done

that was so terrible
that he had...?

Sure, maybe he'd punish him.

He might even beat
him, but to kill him?

I can't tell you.

Why?!

Why?

Oh, Sammy, help me.

Sammy, please help me.

He was trying to blackmail
one of Larry's partners

in the milk deal.

What was she doing here, Sammy?

She-she was nosin' around

trying to get information.

What kind of information?

Oh, what happened to Tommy.

Go on.

I told her I didn't
know anything.

Nothing, Larry, I-I swear.

All right.

Let's call her up.

Medallion three...

two, one, one, one, operator.

Yeah.

Tell her you were worried
about her comin' around here.

Tell her not to do anything
foolish, you got that?

Hello, Sally?

Yes. Who is it?

This is Sammy.

Sally, I been thinkin' about
you comin' in here before.

Sally, I beg of you...

don't do anything foolish.

I told you not to worry, Sammy.

Nobody's gonna know
you told me anything.

Tell her "Good-bye."

Good-bye, Sally.

Well, she likes her
brother so much,

maybe she ought to join him.

When the time's right, Frankie,

we're gonna kill two
birds with one car.

d There are smiles d

d That make us happy d

d There are smiles d

d That make us blue d

d There are... d

How did you get in here?

Where's Sammy Archer?

I dropped in to see him.

He wasn't around.

Never showed up at home, either.

Just wondering if you
might know where he was

or why he might be missing.

Look, I'm very busy.

I have to get these
things set for tonight.

I thought the club was
closed tonight. That's right.

This is a private affair.

And so is this dressing room.

Decided against teaming up?

I'll put it to you
straight, Ness.

I have my own
satisfaction to get,

and I'm not going to share it

with you or with anybody else.

You're liable to end
up like your brother.

So?

The Salvation Army
gets my diamonds.

Sammy was found
in the street, dead,

apparently the victim
of a hit-and-run driver.

Nothing in the medical
examiner's report

indicated anything suspicious.

But Ness saw the mark of
Larry Fay on the incident.

That party at the El
Fay Club tonight, Eliot,

it's in honor of Stegler.

Here's the guest list.

The maitre d' got
confidential for a price.

What's the occasion?

Stegler's taking a trip.

Let's go down to the El Fay Club

and help him unpack his bags.

The surprise party
turned out to be just that,

only the surprise was
on Eliot Ness and his men

when they found
the El Fay closed.

Nothing.

The maitre d', how
sure are you of him?

Why?

Maybe he took your money,

told Fay a guy was
asking questions,

so he switched the
shindig to another spot.

Well, he said he
wasn't working the party.

Why don't we pay
him a visit at home?

That's what I was leading up to.

Within the hour,

the maitre d' was located
at his Grammercy apartment

and hustled out of bed.

He was willing to return his
gratuity and let it go at that,

only they had made a bargain

with the custodian
of the velvet rope:

money for information

and information
was what they got.

The party was being
held on the cruise ship

the S.S. Espirito
in Stegler's cabin.

There are smiles d

d That have a secret meaning d

d That the eye of
love alone can see d

d But the smiles d

d That fill my heart
with sunshine d

d Are the smiles that you give d

d To me. d

More, Sally, more!

Gee, that was beautiful!

Thank you. Oh,
well, that's all for now.

What do you expect
for nothin', huh?

I'll be right back.

You always did know
how to give a party, Carl.

Glad you like it, young lady.

Fred likes it, too.

I can see that.

Let's drink to
Fred's Bon Voyage.

Come on, Fred.

Go on, go on,
Fred, force yourself.

Here you take a whack at it.

Come on, Freddie,
a little drink...

just a little one.

d d

Having fun, Sally?

What?

Relax, baby, relax.

That's the all ashore.

I'll tell you what. I'll say
good-bye to everybody

then I'll come back
and take you home.

All right, Larry.

I wanna get a little fresh air.

Pick me up at the
boat deck. Sure.

Visitors ashore, please.
All visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please.
All visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please,
all visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please.

All visitors ashore.

Okay, folks, that was
the all ashore whistle.

Come on, let's go.

Party's over.

Night, Larry!

Thank you very much.

All right, good-bye.

Come on, keep it going.

Time to say good-bye
to your guests, Fred.

Freddie... Is he ready?

You won't have
any trouble with him.

Gimme a hand.

You can manage him yourself.

He's dead weight.

Where's Fay?

Fay ain't here.

Now grab his arm!

Ready to go, honey?

Now who is that, anyone I know?

Oh, quit kiddin' around, Sally.

They're gonna pull the
gangplank any minute!

Sounds like my old friend,

my old friend and
partner, Larry Fay.

My kid brother's boss.

Yeah, it's a gun.

It's little, but it's lethal.

No, Sally, no.

No, you, you don't
know what you're doin'.

Sally...

Did Tommy crawl and turn yellow
the way you're doing right now?

I-I couldn't help it, Sally.

The kid crossed me!

Just the way you crossed me!

Go on, beg.

Let me hear you, Larry... beg!

Don't Sally, don't!

Please don't!

Beg!

Hey!

Sally!

You pull that trigger again,
you'll be killing yourself.

You stay out of this.

Don't do it, Sally.

It's not worth it.

Please... please stop her.

She don't know
what's she's doin'.

Sh-She ain't herself.

Stop her before
she finishes me off.

He's as good as dead now
with what we have on him.

Don't let him take you along.

Please, Sally...

please, please, listen to him.

Please, Sally, please!

Sally?

Come on, Sally, I'll buy
you a bottle of soda pop.

Sally Kansas, after
serving two years

of a ten-year sentence
for attempted homicide,

went on to a bigger and
better night club career...

and Eliot Ness had his
ace witness in Fred Stegler.

When the milk probe opened
on the 4th of May, 1931,

Mr. Stegler talked
freely and well enough

to put those responsible
for the monopoly

behind bars for years to come.

As for Larry Fay,

he died the way
he was born, crying.

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