All language subtitles for The Untouchables - S04E21 (The Man in the Cooler)_000

(theme music plays)

Warden!

I want the warden!

(grunting)

WALTER WINCHELL: Al Remp,
convicted bootlegger.

A quiet and
well-behaved prisoner

until the tenth
of January, 1932.

What am I being put
in the hole for?

I keep my nose clean!
I stay in line!

Answer me! Why!

Three years I stayed in line!

AL:
Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!
Let me out of here!

NESS:
Remp.

Easy.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Man in the Cooler."�

Starring Robert Stack
as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring J.D. Cannon,

Peter Whitney,

and Salome Jens.

Narrated by Walter Winchell.

Well...

what are you in for, Ness?

I want to talk to you.

This seemed like
the safest place.

I got nothing to say to you.

Then don't talk. Listen.

You've had a good record
since you've been here, Remp.

Is that why you've come
all the way here from Chicago,

tell me what
a good boy I've been?

I said listen.

Old Fat Augie.

I want you to help me get him.

Boy, you really must be
at the bottom of the barrel,

asking me to help you
nail Augie.

You're doing three to five, huh?

This is the end
of my third year.

I come up for parole next week.

The board won't grant it.

But you'll get me out
if I help you get Augie.

That's it.

Soon as the job's done,
I'll see to it

your parole's transferred
anyplace you want to go.

That's a nice offer, Ness. Why?

We're close to Augie--
there's still a chance

he might slip out from under.

We don't want
to give him that chance.

He's got to move his booze.

I want to know where and when.

You could walk right in.

Yeah. I could, but I won't.

I'm not going back
into Augie's organization.

I got a wife who stood by me
for three years.

I owe her that.

I want out...

but I'm not stoolie.

A year is a long time, Remp.

I know how long it is.

Guard, open up.

(keys jangling)

Hey, what is this?

Cons are suspicious, Remp.

If you came out
of solitary this fast,

they'd figure
you sold somebody out.

You might fall down the stairs,

maybe hit your head
on the table.

You better stay here
for a few days.

Give my offer
some thought, will you?

Close him up.

WINCHELL: The man Eliot Ness
wanted, Fat Augie Strom,

made his headquarters
in the center

of the busy Chicago
stockyard district.

His cover was a legitimate and
profitable meatpacking house,

a spot ideally located
for his main activity,

the violation
of the 18th Amendment.

Hello, Augie.

But Augie had still
one other reason

for choosing
this particular site

as his operating headquarters.

His own reason:

the cooler.

This was the only spot
in the city

where Augie was comfortable,

where the temperature
was just right

for a man his size.

Come here.

Did I give you an order
yesterday, Bitsy?

Tell you how to cover
the booze last night?

It was just a mix-up, Augie.

No.

It was a mistake.

I got Ness
running around in circles

because I don't make mistakes.

None, zero.

Pete, tell him how it happened.

I don't want no excuses.

I was supposed to buy
20 cases of lettuce

to cover up the booze.

And I was supposed to take it
over to the warehouse

-on Wallace.
-Who told you?

-Bitsy.
-Did you do it?

I-I couldn't find lettuce
at the produce market.

Did you do what you
were told to, yes or no?

-No, but... -You could
have cost me a bundle.

A hundred grand, maybe more.

Even worse, you could have
loused up my whole operation.

But the booze got through,
didn't it, Augie?

You want me to thank you?

You want a bonus
for disobeying an order?

You're my mistake, Laffey.

I made a wrong guess about you,

and there's no room in this
business for a wrong guess.

(Augie laughing)

I'm a big man with
a big temper, Laffey, huh?

All the booze got through,
didn't it?

What could you do,
grow the lettuce yourself, huh?

(laughing)

Go on home, Pete, huh?

Relax a little.

Thanks, Augie.

-So long.
-(laughing)

That's all?

Only high-grade stuff
hangs in here.

Hit him.

Iced tea, Augie?

Yeah, iced tea.

What's so funny?

I was just thinking
how I'd like to kiss you,

and how silly it would look,
me leaning through the carrots.

(chuckles)

It's nice to be
close enough to kiss you.

That's enough, now--
I don't want to spoil you.

It's nice to be close.

But we were always close,
all the while you were away.

You're all mine.

All mine and...
I was all that you had.

That's right, baby.

(woman laughing)

And you won't ever go away
to sea again, will you?

That's a promise!

(laughs) I'm gonna cook
a steak for dinner.

Where are we?

We're coming to LaSalle.

-Thank you.
-I have to get off, hon.

-Why?
-I have to see about a job.

Well, can't it wait
till tomorrow?

You go home
and start that steak.

I'll be back before
it's done on one side.

Can't I come along?

-(brakes squeak)
-(laughing)

Not this time, hon.

-You won't be long?
-Not long.

Hurry home.

I know how you feel, dear.

My husband was a sailor, too.

(wind whistling softly)

(gunshot)

WINCHELL: Eliot Ness
took every precaution

to keep secret the location

of his first
Chicago rendezvous with Remp.

Well, he's 15 minutes late.

He'll show.

Hope you're right.

(footsteps approaching)

You're late.

I stopped to rob an old lady.

After this, be on time.

I don't like you much,
either, Ness.

All right, now that
we understand each other.

Have you contacted Fat Augie?

Looking like this?

What am I supposed to do
for money, steal?

Here's $50.

That's not enough;
I'll need more.

Then get a job;
that's what you're out for.

I'll see Fat Augie tomorrow.

This is Lee Hobson.

If I can't make
a meeting, he will.

Haven't you forgotten
something, Ness?

I'll need a little
self-protection.

We had a test bullet fired
through this gun, Remp,

so if you try anything...

Don't worry.

I'll play it your way.

(sighs) Last time
Remp walked away from me,

I'd just sent him to prison.

Now he's got a gun
in his pocket that I gave him.

(saw whirring)

Hey...

what do you say there, Al?

-Long time no see.
-Hello, Harry.

I've been away.

How's the watchdog business?

Bitsy ain't here.

-I came to see Augie.
-He's busy.

Tell him I'm here.

(chuckles)

(door opens)

Augie,

Al Remp out there to see you.

Send him in.

Okay.

No guns in the cooler, Al.

He's waiting for you.

You got patience now, Al--
good for you.

Come on in.

Hello, Augie.

-How are you, kid?
-Okay.

You don't look any worse
for the wear.

I learned a lot inside.

So, what can I do for you, huh?

I want to go back to work.

Al, be smart, hmm?

You took a fall.

Stay out of the booze business.

That'll tide you over till you
get some legitimate line.

I never say no to money, Augie.

But booze is my business.

I wish you luck.

I hope you find yourself a spot.

Now, don't get cute
with me, Augie.

I worked for you, remember?

I went to jail for you.

(laughing)

You figure I owe you?

So you took a fall,
and I took care of your wife

all the time you were away.

Every week she got an envelope.

I owe you nothing, punk.

I said I worked for you!

I went to jail for you!

That proves I'm a good man
in any league.

Now, if you can't use
a man you can trust,

then you must be
out of business.

Oh, and don't call me a punk.

Once, maybe.

Now, uh-uh.

No.

Just don't do it.

Hey, punk, I can
read from across the room,

and you're it.

Then either your eyes
are getting weak

or your judgment is.

Do I pass?

(chuckles)

So, what kind of a job
do you want with me?

One that goes
with this overcoat.

All right, Al.

Bitsy needs a right arm;
I think you'll do.

How's the money?

Check your pay envelope, huh?

Be surprised.

Augie knows how
to pay back loyalty.

You got enough salami
for me, too, Augie?

(laughing)

MAN:
And furthermore, Mrs. Remp,

a parolee cannot associate
with known criminals,

he cannot own or carry
a dangerous weapon,

he cannot move or travel
beyond the area

designated in his parole
without the express permission

of his parole officer.

And most important of all,
he must visit his parole officer

at least once
in every two-week period.

Is there anything
that I can do to help him?

Use your best efforts
to keep him

within the limits of his parole.

Beyond that, it's up to him.

What happens...

if Al breaks any of these rules?

His parole can be revoked.

He goes back to jail?

Yes, Mrs. Remp.

I see.

Thank you.

If you have
any further questions,

please don't hesitate
to call on us.

I will. Thank you.

-Bye.
-Good-bye.

What'd she want, Sam?

Oh, just the normal questions.

Do you think she
might be any trouble?

Well, she doesn't know
about his deal with you.

I don't see how
she could hurt the plan.

She might...

if she hounds Remp too much.

(carnival music playing)

dd

What have you got for us, Remp?

Well, I'm in.
Saw Augie this morning.

What's the job?

Laffey's. I'm working
with Bitsy Whyller.

Who hit Laffey?

Nobody said, and I didn't ask.

What about the big move?

You're right, Ness.

Augie thinks
you're getting too close.

He's selling off all the booze
in one of his warehouses.

Which one?

I don't know.

This, just a drop in the bucket.

He's got a really big supply
he's gonna move soon.

Decentralize, he calls it.

I want to know
how, when and where.

Take it easy, Ness.

Just went back to work
this morning.

Rome wasn't built
in a day, you know.

I'm not building,
I'm tearing down.

I said I'd play it your way.

Listen, I got
to get out of here.

-I got a date.
-Go in again tomorrow.

Stay away from the Apple Club
tonight-- we're gonna hit it.

Anything?

We wait and see.

(mellow jazz piano playing)

(laughs)
It's so exciting.

-What's inside?
-Well, open the card first.

Thanks, Joe.

"Marcie,
I'll love you always. Al."

I mean it, baby.

Come on, open it.

(Marcie laughs)

(gasps)

Oh, Al!

You like?

Oh, it's beautiful.

I'll get you a coat to match it.

It must have cost a fortune.

Eh... I stole it
from an old lady.

Oh, be serious--
we can't afford this.

Well, I can't return it.

You're stuck with it.

(Marcie laughs)

It feels just like a kitten.

Oh.

We can't afford any of this.

I'm working every day.

To us, baby.

I wish that you
weren't working for Augie.

I pack meat--
what's wrong with that?

Anyway, the probation officer
knows where I work.

I guess if he knows.

Oh, relax.

Al, sweetie!

How you been?

Gee, it's been a long time.

-Hello, Millie.
-Hi!

This is my wife.

-Hello. Heh.
-Hello.

Gosh, you remember
the good old days, Al?

When Jake and Timmy brought over
a whole case of champagne.

And poured it all over Shirley.

And she come over and asked you
to wring her out. (laughs)

(Millie laughs nervously)

Well... good-bye.
It was nice seeing you, Al.

Bye.

(mellow piano jazz continues)

Please... please,
will you do it?

Will you help me, Mr. Ness?

Mrs. Remp, you can't be serious.

I am.

I want you to put Al
back in jail.

ANNOUNCER: And now,
back to The Untouchables.

You've got to put him
back in jail, Mr. Ness.

You've got to.

It's not as easy
as that, Mrs. Remp.

We can't just put a man in jail.

He's violating his parole.

He's got a gun, I'm sure of it.

And he's working for...

He has contact
with known criminals again.

Mrs. Remp, we don't
have evidence of that.

Follow him.

Follow him for just one day,

and you'll have
all the evidence you need.

He's going to get
into trouble, Mr. Ness,

I just know it.

I'd sooner that he had
to finish out his sentence.

Then maybe Prohibition
will be over when he got out,

and... at least
we'd have a chance.

All right, Mrs. Remp,
we'll do everything we can.

Thank you.

Lee, will you
take Mrs. Remp home?

I'll be glad to.

(phone rings)

Hello. Ness.

AL:
It's me, Ness.

Go ahead.

Well, tonight's the night,

the one you've been waiting for.

What have you got?

Nothing so far,
but Augie wants to see me,

so I should get the word.

Call me to a meet,
the penny arcade again.

You set the time.

Right, Ness.

(click)

I don't want
no arguments, Bitsy.

Come on, Augie.

I got nothing against him.

I just don't like to see
too many guys handling papers

that could send us to jail.

Particularly now, Aug.
This is it.

We got three months
of planning here.

I don't like to see anything
come up to ruin it.

I don't care what
you like and don't like.

If Remp was
gonna put us in jail,

he could've done it three years
ago when he got sent up.

He kept his mouth shut.

It ain't just him!
It's anybody!

Look, I can
handle it alone, Augie.

We got 7,000 cases of booze
to move in one night.

That's a lot of booze.

$850,000 worth.

You're gonna need help.

Laffey made a blunder you
were ready to knock me off for.

I don't want to be put
in that same boat again, Augie.

You remember
why he got his, huh?

You remember why?

He didn't do what
he was told to do.

So now I'm telling you--
Remp is in.

All right, Augie.

So?

(door closes)

Al...

I wish you wouldn't go.

I got no choice, hon.

You're back in the rackets,
aren't you?

No, we got this order
of meat to get out.

Night man's out sick; I got
to take his place, that's all.

You're lying to me,
I can tell.

Just got to find something
to worry about, don't you, hon?

Al, you're all I've got.

I just don't want to lose you.

Now, don't start that.

I love you, and I
don't want to lose you.

You won't lose me.

I will, if you go back
into the rackets.

I could stand it, maybe,
if you could just sit down

and talk to me sometimes,
but you can't.

You've got to go anytime
Augie snaps his fingers.

You remember how that was,
how we were then.

But I'm not going back
in the racket.

That's not true,
and you know it.

All right, I lied to you, baby.

I am going to do
one job, just one.

Then we'll be out of it forever.

Oh, no, Al...

don't go, please.

Please don't go.

Don't worry, hon.

It's just one job.

And the last.

Besides...

I got to get you that
fur coat I promised, don't I?

(door closes)

(dials)

Operator, could
I have the number

to the Federal Building, please?

Thank you.

dd

WINCHELL: From the secrecy
employed by Bitsy Whyller

in reaching the site
of the night's activities,

Al Remp knew that
his guess had been correct.

This was the big move.

dd

That's a pretty good dodge
you've got there.

It's perfect.

We load the booze
into those crates and boxes,

mark 'em "Household Goods."�

Then we store "em
in a legitimate warehouse,

in a dozen legit warehouses.

But in lots, as if they were
some family's household goods.

Even if Ness knew
which warehouses we used,

he'd never find the booze.

Each group of boxes and barrels
is in a different name.

We know 'em.

He doesn't.

Beautiful.

So glad we got your approval.

Now, earn your money.

Give me a hand.

For now you check the labels.

I'll handle the manifest.

We got chairs here, you know.

K.H. Murphy: five labels.

Five.

Albert Davis: two labels.

Two. Go.

Donald Stillwell: two labels.

Check.

WINCHELL:
Eliot Ness paid a visit

to Fat Augie to keep
suspicion off Al Remp.

Come in, Mr. Ness, come in.

You come for a reason,
or is it social?

Some questions, Augie.

Sorry I have no chair
to offer you.

I hear Al Remp's
back working for you.

He is.

He wanted to go straight;
I gave him a job.

I don't believe in holding
a prison term against a man.

Uh-huh. When'd he start?

Mm, January 20.

He's shipping supervisor now,
does a good job.

He works hard, that boy.

-Is he here now?
-No.

Shall I have him call you?
Stop by your office, maybe?

Why don't you do that, Augie.

Oh, by the way,
the inspector who approves

your meat for sale's
been transferred.

A new man starts tomorrow.

(chuckles)

One of your boys, Mr. Ness?

No, a grafter,
the biggest man in the city.

He's up on charges.

While he's awaiting trial,
I thought he should be

given a chance
to pick up a few dollars.

He can squeeze you
pretty good, Augie.

You're a very sweet fella, Ness.

I like to spread a little
happiness wherever I can.

That does it.
Five for Snyder.

Now you got the whole setup?

Sure.

-Anything I can do for you?
-No, no, no.

Wait for me in the office,
Johnny-- I'll be right there.

-Now what?
-That's it.

-You can roll on out of here.
-What about the pickup

on this stuff?

I'll handle all of that.

Augie said I was to stay
with you till the finish.

So? We're finished;
I'm doing you a favor.

Grab a bite to eat, some sleep.

I'll see you at the plant
in the morning.

All right.
Good night, Bits.

Be good to yourself.

I sure appreciate you
giving me this job, Mr. Whyller.

Yeah. Now, get this.

I'm leaving you a set
of pickup orders.

When the movers get here,
you check 'em out.

Make sure they get
the right loads.

They're ought to be 30 trucks
in here by morning.

-I'll double-check 'em all.
-Yeah, always do that.

Wait a minute.

Did I drop s...

(chuckles)
Remp.

That punk took off
with the duplicates.

Sit tight, Johnny.

-I'll be right back.
-Anything you say, Mr. Whyller.

(phone rings)

Hello. Hobson.

This is Remp.

Is Ness there?

Hold on.

Eliot, it's Remp.

Ness.

I got it all, Ness--

documents and a million
dollars' worth of booze.

Good. How soon can we meet?

20 minutes.

We'll be there.

Hands in the pockets.

Oh, you lousy punk.

Ness!

You're gonna get yours.

Augie's gonna hang you high,
like a side of beef.

Come on, let's take
a little drive.

(metallic pinging)

He's late.
You think he'll show?

-How late is he?
-Half hour.

We'll give him
another 15 minutes,

then we start looking.

dd

(knocking)

Who is it?

It's me, Remp.

Hello, Harry.

Open up.

Augie.

A little present
from me to you, Augie.

How?

I killed him.

-You got a reason?
-He left the warehouse

before the booze was
picked up by the movers.

Followed him on a hunch.

He put in a call to Ness.

Didn't say anything,
just set up a meet.

I heard him, I took him,
there he is.

He's in no position
to call you a liar.

Are you calling me
a liar, Augie?

No.

You think you can fill his spot?

Wouldn't take much to top that.

You want to try, Al?

I need five G's
to buy my wife a coat.

That's a lot of money
for a coat.

For some coats, yes;
for other coats, no.

It's an investment, Al--
it better pay off.

It already has.

See you in the morning.

Harry, get rid of that.

(Augie chuckling)

You heard him, Harry.

(laughing)

(knocking)

Oh, Mr. Ness.

May we come in, Mrs. Remp?

Yes, of course.

Is your husband here?

No, he isn't.

It's very important that
we locate him, Mrs. Remp.

-I don't know where he is.
-He may need our help.

Why? I don't understand.

Your husband's working
for Fat Augie at our request.

What?

Why didn't he tell me?

He's acquiring evidence
for us, Mrs. Remp.

He called tonight,
arranged a meeting

and didn't show up.

Now, if you know where he is,
tell us, please, for his sake.

But I don't.
I wish I did.

We're sure he's all right.

We just want to give him
all the protection we can.

If he calls or comes home,

will you get in touch
with us right away, please?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

(door opens)

Hello, baby.

Al, Eliot Ness was just here.

He thinks you're in trouble.

Let me catch him
and tell him you're all right.

Remember that fur coat
I promised you?

Al... aren't you
working for him?

Forget about Ness.

Tell me.
Are you working for him?

Oh, Marcie, I love that face.

Answer me!

Ness put me on the spot.

I had to kill for him tonight.

Kill?

-Who?
-Bitsy.

Caught me calling Ness.

I... had to kill him,
or it would've been me.

Why did you lie to me?

Why didn't you tell me
you were back in it for Ness?

Because it was
just the beginning.

Now we've got the world
by the ears.

I don't know what you're saying.

Ness got me back in with Augie.

Augie made me
his number two man.

I didn't plan it that way.

From now on
it's nothing but money.

Feel that.

Is this what Ness did for us?

Well, uh... he put us
on top of the heap.

We ought to thank him.

Send him a case of champagne
for Christmas or something.

Ness should have known
that you couldn't change.

Why are you so weak, Al?

You're like an addict.

You get around filth like Augie,
and he infects you.

Is this what I waited for?

What else do I know?
Answer me that.

What else do I know!

Oh...

All

If I did go along with Ness,

give him the evidence
against Augie, then what?

What!

I'd be dead inside an hour.

And if I wasn't, then what?

We move to Cleveland,
I get a job in a gas station?

Is that what you want?

You think I
could live like that?

You're building a wall
to hide behind.

I went along with Ness
because I wanted

to buy you that fur coat.

Then I got thinking.

You killed a man.

A bug, I stepped on a bug.

No.

Not a bug.

A man, a man, a man, a man!

And I'd kill
a dozen more Bitsy's

to keep us where we are now.

Oh...

(sobbing)

Why didn't Ness
leave you in jail?

Why didn't he leave us alone!

Marcie...

I---

Yes?

Where are you going?

I need a walk.

Want me to come along?

No.

(dialing)

(ringing)

Hello.

This is Al

What can I do you?

I, um...

think I got Eliot Ness trouble.

Forget it, it's nothing.

He's working on the Laffey kill.

He was here.
He asked about you.

He wants you to call him.

Oh?

What did you tell him?

Told him you were a shipper
in the packing department.

I got records--
you're in the clear.

You weren't even here
when Laffey went. Relax.

Thanks, Augie.

Just wanted to make sure.

That's a good way
to be-- careful.

I'll see you in the morning.

So... it was Remp
who left first, not Bitsy.

-Right?
-Yes, sir.

Well, appreciate
your cooperation, Sergeant.

Remp.

R-E-M-P. That's right.

Thanks.

Lee, you and Rico
hold down the phones.

I think I'll pay
Fat Augie a visit.

Somebody ought
to go with you, Eliot.

I may not want any witnesses.

Mrs. Remp?

Yes.

Have you heard from Al?

Yes, I have.

Where is he?

Where you put him.

At least...
in jail he was safe.

Away from filth
like Augie, but...

you got him out.

And now he's right back
where he started.

Where is Al, Mrs. Remp?

Where you put him.

Where he's got the world

by the ears.

A world that he's better out of,

but you got him in again.

You...

That's not the way, Mrs. Remp.

And I hate you for it.

I hate you.

I hate you. I hate you.

(sobbing)

Tell me, where is he?
Where is he?

(exhales)

Home.

He's at home.

It's all right,
Mrs. Remp, it's all right.

(Marcie sobs)

Up.

Augie wants to see you, Al.

What's the gun for?

Ask Augie. That's how
he said for me to get you.

You still don't need it.

Where are the manifests
from the warehouse?

What is this, Harry?
I don't get it.

Hey, come on, come on.

I just do what I'm told.

Oh. Guess I forgot
to leave them.

Yeah. I guess you did.

Let's go.

Uh, look, Harry, uh,

my wife's out--
I'd like to leave her a note.

You know, so she won't worry.

No note.

This'll all be explained
when I talk to Augie.

What harm could a note do?

Hey, what'd I tell you?
No note.

Augie didn't say
you should leave a note.

Come on, let's move it.

(knocking)

NESS:
Remp?

(whispers):
Say nothing.

(knocking)

NESS:
Remp, are you in there?

It's Ness.

I'd better answer,
get rid of him.

Okay, okay.
You let him in,

but you stay
where I can watch you.

Because I'm gonna be right
out there on the fire escape.

-NESS: Remp?
-Yeah, yeah.

Just a second, Ness,
I'll be right with you.

You ain't gonna get away
from me, Remp.

You hear?

-NESS: Remp?
-I'm coming, Ness.

(horns honking)

What happened?
Why didn't you show?

I, uh, I got hung up.

Doing what?

A personal problem.

A... argument with my wife.

She walked out;
I don't know where she is.

She's in my office;
she walked in ten minutes ago.

What?

Come on, get your hat.

dd

Get in.

Uh, listen, Ness, I, uh...

Yeah?

Forget it.

(gunshot)

dd

WINCHELL: With the manifests
in his hands,

Eliot Ness held the keys
to Fat Augie's booze kingdom.

Within 48 hours,
the Untouchables had located

and destroyed the entire
million-dollar load of booze.

Strangely however,
Eliot Ness never discovered

that Al Remp had
turned his coat again,

that the taste of the big time
and the big money

had taken hold of his informer.

No charges were lodged
against Marcie Remp.

And on leaving
the Federal Building,

she lost herself in the limbo
of her own loneliness.

She was never seen
or heard of again.

She did not attend
her husband's funeral.

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