Original subtitles

Let's smoke 'em out.

Right.

Get Ness... and I'll double your money.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Dick York, Mike Kellin,

and Nita Talbot.

With Special Guest Star Betty Field.

Prohibition was dead,

but mobster Mr. Big, Al Capone,

operating from a federal prison where he was doing time

for income tax evasion, was still active.

The top moneymaker in his new empire

was a Chicago white slave ring run by Capone's partner,

Mig Torrance.

March 31, 1934,

Eliot Ness led a raiding party

on one of Capone's houses of prostitution.

It was the seventh such raid

since federal man Ness had been assigned to break up the ring.

Inside the house,

the inmates, having been tipped off

by certain corrupt police officials

in the city government,

were escaping through a trapdoor in the cellar,

leading to a tunnel on the waterfront.

In one of the rooms, a girl lay dead.

Mourning at her side was 21-year-old Ernie Torrance,

kid brother of Mig Torrance.

Ernie, let's go.

We're closing up the trapdoor.

Ernie, come on.

The cops are practically in the house.

I don't care.

Well, your brother's gonna care.

They all got away.

All except one.

She's dead.

Mary Sage was a junkie.

She died from an overdose of morphine...

Probably self-administered.

Here's the autopsy report.

Bless you. Thanks.

Any family?

Who's claiming the body?

No family, far as we know.

If nobody claims her, the city'll bury her.

There's a good human interest story in Mary.

My editor won't go for it.

He says the only girls

that sell papers these days are debutantes.

If Mary Sage were a madcap debutante,

it'd make a story.

Mary Sage was a prostitute.

The story is how she got that way.

How the punks get kids like her started on drugs

so that once they're hooked they'll do anything for a fix.

Bless you.

Look, fellas...

I need your help to wake up the public.

Drugs are only one of the techniques

that punks use to trap young girls.

They work through the mails, too...

Plant advertisements in magazines.

Answer an ad and learn how to become

a glamorous Hollywood star.

Enter a beauty contest

and learn how to become a glamorous model.

Phony lures to meet young kids and trap them

into the "glamorous" profession of prostitution.

These punks know how, and they're as organized

as any big business.

Who gets the credit for that,

Mig Torrance or Al Capone?

The "credit" belongs to the public

who sit on their big fat apathies

and give the Torrances and the Capones the chance to organize.

The law usually doesn't get too excited either.

Present company excepted.

That's where you newspaper men come in.

You can reach the public.

Give them the raw facts behind kids

who end up like Mary Sage.

Get them excited enough to pressure the law.

Trouble is, Mr. Joe Average isn't going to come out fighting

when you mention prostitution.

It's like booze was.

So it's illegal, so what?

That's the attitude.

I'm after the superpunk who's made big business out of it,

who runs this town,

who gives the orders that makes Joe Average jump.

But you've already got Al Capone in jail, Mr. Ness.

That's right, we've got Capone.

And we haven't stopped him yet.

But we will.

And one of the ways is to get his vice president

in charge of white slavery, Mig Torrance.

Get him where?

Safe in jail...

Where he can operate like Capone?

If you guys'd needle the public

the way you're needling me, the picture might be different.

Mr. Ness, did Torrance ever try to buy you off?

There's been some secondhand romancing,

but I think he's got my message by now.

Well, I guess we can make a two-column story.

Just get as much as you can to the public.

That's all I ask.

Every day, Ness hammered at Mig Torrance's enterprises.

Bogus model agencies, dramatic schools,

all the fronts that covered his nefarious methods.

And at night, the raids on the houses.

But the one that Ness could not locate was the house

that Torrance made his headquarters.

Hey, Ernie...

your brother Mig's lookin' for ya.

Oh, Ernie.

Ernie?

I just wanted to say

how sorry I am about Mary Sage.

Yeah.

When's the funeral gonna be?

Hey, kiddo?

Just a minute, Mr. Kimmell.

When did you say?

That's, uh, it's up to the city.

They got her body.

You gonna let the city bury her? You ain't gonna claim her?

Well, I'm claimin' you, poopsie.

C'mon, baby.

In his office,

Mig Torrance was playing uneasy host

to three of Al Capone's boys.

Bob Wheaton, chief liaison between Capone and his empire

while the big boy was in prison...

Nicky Flanagan, accountant,

the man who kept the books for the organization...

Ned "Goldie" Gold,

the wisest and the gentlest of the group,

who supplied whiskey for the night clubs

and the houses of prostitution...

and last but not least,

chief white slaver for the organization, Mig Torrance.

Eliot Ness is only a lousy cop.

I know what to do with a cop.

I can't lay some cash on him,

I decorate him between the eyes.

More Mig Torrance rough talk.

That's right, cockroach.

Who don't like it?

Talk logical.

Nobody's gonna knock off Ness.

If the Boss couldn't, you can't.

That... don't necessarily follow.

The Boss wants to know

how you figure to stay in business.

He thinks now that Ness is making it tough,

you got your chance to prove you're worth the 50% cut

we're paying you.

Nobody's paying me no cut.

I'm my own boss.

I financed myself.

I got the girls.

The Big Boss, the great Al Capone, he moved in on me.

All right, okay, I agreed to cut him in,

but I don't have to prove him nothing.

Partners got a place between the eyes

for a bullet like anyone else, Mig.

Are you giving me the shaft, Wheaton?

I don't like the shaft from no cockroach, Wheaton.

I'm warning you.

We're only delivering the Boss's message.

You better listen to the rest.

The Boss is concerned with staying in operation.

We can't operate without girls.

Half the girls quit since Ness started in on us.

He's wise to the ads in the magazines

and now, last week, he starts in on the phony dramatic schools,

which is our big source of supply.

How're you gonna operate without girls?

That's what the Boss wants to know.

I'll be gettin' all the girls I need soon.

New ones from Mexico, young.

I been making my arrangements for a week now.

Green girls?

So what?

Young girls don't stay loyal, Mig.

You want to walk in my shoes, too, Goldie?

You get the girls?

We're all talking from the Boss' shoes.

He says to remind you

what this very house used to be like when Mrs. B. ran it,

how her girls would stay with her

through thick and thin.

She used to have to pension them off to get them out.

You got to know how to treat girls, Mig.

Even suppose Ness croaks tomorrow,

you still got that problem.

That's why the Boss come up with an answer for you.

What kind of answer?

Mrs. B.

What about Mrs. B.?

The Boss thinks

you ought to take her on, Mig.

As a partner.

Partner?

He's going stir crazy.

Shall I tell him that's your opinion?

What's the matter with him?

Don't he know that Mrs. B. Retired out of the business

after she served that five-year stretch?

He thinks she ain't too retired to be talked to.

Them old dames... they...

they put ideas in the girls' heads.

They, they work against the house.

He ain't suggesting any old dame.

He's talking about Mrs. B.,

who knows more about this business than anybody,

including you.

If Mrs. B. tells the girls to stick,

Ness or no Ness, they'll stick.

In other words, Mig,

you get Mrs. B., or you get out.

Red!

Red...

No, Mig. No killing.

You don't give me no orders, cockroach.

You shoot him, Mig,

and you're shooting the Boss' arm.

You put something to me like an idea,

maybe I'll listen.

You... you think it's a good idea?

Do I think what's a good idea, cockroach?

Mrs. B.?

Oh, Mrs. B...

Well, maybe it is, maybe it ain't.

Suppose I let you know after I talk it over with her.

Is that all right with you?

Sure, Mig.

Is that all right with the other cockroaches?

Fine, Mig, fine. Sure, sure.

You take it easy, Red.

It looks like Mr. Wheaton has undergone

a sudden change of attitude.

What's the matter, girls?

You think I wasn't coming back?

Just let me put the groceries down,

and I'll be right in to say hello.

Hey.

What's all that commotion about?

You shut up, Lizzie, you're the loudest.

Oh, I'm gone half an hour to the grocery store

and you carry on like this.

Peggy, you been fighting with Annie?

Have you been picking on Annie?

What's wrong?

They all girls, Mrs. B.?

Yeah.

Birds of a feather, so to speak.

Pretty.

Don't you know why they invented doorbells, Mig?

You was out.

My kid brother Ernie's got a hand for picking locks.

Sit down, Mrs. B.

I have to talk fast; my masseur is waiting.

Speaking of inventing,

that's the greatest thing ever invented, the massage.

You ever try it?

Yeah, but I don't like getting pinched.

There's pinching and pinching.

What do you want, Mig?

I've come to make you an offer, Mrs. B.

I want you in with me.

Thanks, but I'm retired.

I'm offering you five percent of the houses.

I'm still retired.

What's your price?

It's no use, Mig.

I don't need any more dough.

I made a couple of smart investments

when things were good.

Besides, I like being respectable.

I like waking up in the morning

and not worrying about the law busting in.

I like getting up early and going to bed early.

Most of all, I like being away from all the heartaches

of the business, like that kid the other day...

Mary Sage, the one they found dead in that raid.

Seven and a half percent.

No.

I didn't hear you.

I said no.

I don't hear no.

I only hear yes, Mrs. B.

You'll have to excuse me now.

It's, uh, feeding time for my girls.

I don't want to have to make my point some other way.

You'd better not, cutie.

I still got a couple of friends

who'd be glad to fix you up with a permanent stare.

You've got a price.

Yes, I have.

Five years.

Five what?

Five years.

The five years I was locked up in prison.

Can you pay for those years?

That's my price.

I don't get turned down.

Now, don't lose the crease in your pants, cutie.

We all have to take the bad with the good.

You'd better go now.

My girls don't like company with their meals.

You see, Olive?

That's the kind of guy I used to have to put up with.

Ernie, you go back in there and open up on her.

Don't croak her, just waltz her around a little.

Right, Mig.

Olga?

Now, don't get your indigestion

back. They're gone now.

You can relax.

Now, now, Olive.

If you get nervous,

you'll lose all the color in your feathers.

You're just a young girl.

You don't want that to happen.

Of course not.

I got orders to rough you up.

Now listen to me.

I'm going to let go of you.

If you scream, you'll get my fist right in the face.

I want to talk to you.

Do you understand?

I'm listening.

It's about Mary Sage.

Mary and me, we... we was engaged to get married.

You want to save yourself a couple of broken bones,

you'll do what I tell you to.

Go ahead.

I'll make a deal with you.

You won't get hurt...

if you'll claim Mary's body from the city.

I can't. I'm hot.

I can just go and claim it?

Go all the way to Eliot Ness, if you have to.

All right.

I'll try.

Well...

You see that... she gets a decent send-off.

I'll foot all the expense... A preacher and all.

I won't be able to see her get buried.

I got to go up to...

I got to go to Tijuana tonight for a couple of weeks.

Just to know she got treated decent...

I can get her out of my mind, maybe.

Gesundheit.

Thanks.

I must have caught a cold.

You were saying that Mary Sage used to work for you.

Yeah, when I was in business.

How long ago was that, Mrs. Buchanan?

Over five years ago.

How old would you say she was then?

About 21... yeah, 21.

Take some hot tea with lemon and a teaspoon of honey

and get plenty of rest.

You'll be over that cold in no time.

Thanks.

I'll get my wife to fix me some when I get home.

You said 21.

Well, she might have been older.

I never took 'em any younger.

Mrs. Buchanan... Call me Mrs. B.

It's easier.

Well, Mrs. B., according to her driver's license,

Mary Sage was not yet 21 when she died.

Five years ago, she was not yet 16.

That's one on me, huh?

Okay, Mr. Ness, I'll be honest with you.

I never laid eyes on the girl.

I'm doing this for a friend, the kid she was engaged to.

He had to go to Tijuana on business

and he couldn't claim the body himself,

so I'm helping him out by giving her a nice funeral.

Is that so wrong?

Who's the friend, Mrs. B.?

A kid.

A kid named Ernie Torrance?

You know, Mr. Ness, you got a nice face.

Haven't I seen you someplace before?

I don't think so.

You're acting for Ernie Torrance, aren't you, Mrs. B.?

I learned a long time ago not to tell names.

It got to be a habit, so please don't ask any.

It's my business to ask names.

That's true.

Well, then, you go right ahead and ask all you like,

but please understand it's my business not to tell them.

So... do I make a funeral, Mr. Ness?

I'll see the city releases the body to you.

You've got nice eyes.

Come over to my house some night for dinner.

I'll make you corned beef and cabbage.

It's my spécialité.

Good-bye, Mr. Ness.

Cop or no cop, you're a nice guy.

Here's another screen test contest on the up and up.

Ladies' Way magazine is behind it.

Okay, I've got something else for you.

You and Rossman are going on a trip.

Ernie Torrance is on his way down to Tijuana, Mexico.

You're gonna jump down there and find out what he's up to.

Whatever it is,

it's important enough for him to miss his girl's funeral.

Right. I'll cue Rossman.

Hello?

City Morgue, please.

And now back to...

Mary Sage was buried in a small cemetery

on the outskirts of Chicago.

A sextet of girls was drafted by Mrs. B. to act as mourners.

Eliot Ness was the only man present,

other than the minister.

After the burial,

Mrs. B. invited the funeral party home to tea.

The girls wore their best manners,

but they seemed afraid

to make even social conversation with Mr. Ness.

Thanks for coming to the funeral.

You made it look real respectable.

Thanks for including me.

Some tea, Lucille?

Then we're going to have cake.

Yes, Mrs. B.

Hello.

I'm Eliot Ness.

Save your breath, mister.

You ain't getting no information out of me,

even if I knew some, which I don't.

For the only man at the gathering,

I don't seem to be doing very well.

The girls are scared.

Of me?

Of Mig Torrance.

If he found out that they was talking to you...

What would he do?

Oh, something like he's done before.

Maybe a little trick with acid.

Toss it in a girl's face and she's ruined for life.

He's an all-around charmer, isn't he?

Yeah, he's a beaut.

He's also got a little trick with a knife.

I'll show you.

Alice.

Alice got a little friendly with a newspaperman once.

Mig didn't like it.

Did you want me, Mrs. B.?

Uh, Mr. Ness wants to know

why you girls aren't so friendly with him.

You want to show him?

Go on, honey.

It's okay.

That's all, honey.

How would you like to feed Olga?

She's the sparrow.

She's got a sweet tooth, loves cake.

Mig wouldn't have the guts

to do a thing like that by himself.

Never even shot off a gun, so the story goes,

but he knows who to hire.

Cake?

No, thanks.

Excuse me, Mrs. B.

Olga.

Olga. Olga.

You like birds, Alice?

Ever notice how birds travel in groups?

Know why that is?

Safety.

One little sparrow is easy prey for, say, a hawk,

but you get a group of sparrows together

and they're a force.

A hawk'll think twice before he'll mess with all of them.

So?

So, it's the same with people.

If you girls would get together in a group,

you'd be a match for Mig Torrance.

Then you wouldn't be scared,

and together we might find a way to tame him.

You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Ness,

but it's better if I ain't seen talking to you.

It's not that I don't trust the girls,

it's only that they are girls.

Think about it, Alice.

I try not to think about anything anymore, Mr. Ness.

Mr. Ness, it's for you.

Hello.

The call was from Ness' office.

They had just talked to Rossi in Tijuana,

who had reported that Red Foran and Ernie Torrance had led

a group of "talent scouts" into the hinterlands

of Mexico to recruit girls for Mig Torrance's establishments.

Ness formulated a plan of action

on the way from Mrs. B.'s back to his office.

With the help of the immigration department

and the Mexican government,

he was able to set his strategy in motion within 12 hours.

The idea was to catch Ernie Torrance and Red Foran

red-handed at the border as they attempted

to smuggle the girls into the United States.

Look for a gas station.

It's our last stop before the border.

The guy's expecting us.

Okay.

They're playing dress-up, like kids.

Some of them are just like kids.

Mary used... Huh?

I said the girls are having laughs.

Oh.

Here's the gas station.

Bueno. Aquí están.

Muchachos, no deben de cruzar la frontera.

Oh, speak English, will ya?

No speak. Es que los van a arrestar en la frontera.

I'll go back and see if I can get

one of them girls to translate.

Hace un ratito que mi hermano me dice que no pueden pasar

la frontera porque los van a arrestar.

Okay, okay, let's stop chirping and listen.

One of you girls speak English?

Me. I speak some.

You, come with me.

Pueden. Acabo de recebir la llamada, y si...

We want to know what he's saying.

Digales que los muchachos que los esperaban se fueron.

Hay unos señores de Chicago, Estados Unidos

que les dicen "Not touch hombres"

y son los que los esperan para arrestarlos.

He say, your friends at border, they go away, because some men

from Chicago, United States... He calls them "not touch men"...

They wait at border with truck to make arrest on you.

Why they make arrest?

Come on. We'd better go back.

¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué te dijo?

No sé. Dice que los van a arrestar.

How did Ness get on to it?

Do? What can you do, cockroach? Come back.

Only first, get rid of the evidence, get me?

All of them.

Right.

We're going to turn around.

Go back through the woods.

What for?

Just spoke to Mig.

He wants it that way.

What else did Mig say?

We didn't talk much.

Why the woods?

Mig's orders.

Come on.

This ain't no time to chicken out.

Señor. Señor.

What you do? What happened?

Shut up.

Now's the time.

No. No, my God, no.

Word of the Mexican slaughter finally broke through

the apathy of the Chicago citizens.

Prostitution and the men who profited by it

were no longer considered some inconsequential dirty joke.

The people, through the newspapermen,

were demanding news of Ness' campaign

against Al Capone's white slave ring headed by Mig Torrance.

There was excitement at Mrs. B's place, too.

Torrance's girls were taking their own action.

Alice, heeding Ness' advice, formed a group of the girls

to combat Mig Torrance on his home ground.

They were going to make sure

that what happened to the girls in Mexico

wasn't going to happen to them in Chicago.

We're scared, Mrs. B.

Real scared.

Lucille, will you please let me do the talking?

You elected me to do the talking.

Let Alice talk.

So, like I saying, we figured that an organization

of all of us girls, like Mr. Ness said,

would be protection, you understand?

Like a union,

but we need someplace to meet in.

And we figured your place would be best

so you could be around to advise us and such.

You girls know I'm not part

of the scene anymore... I'm retired.

Yeah, from the business,

but you didn't retire from being a friend, did you?

Lucille, you know that don't change.

Lucille, will you let me?

I mean, you wouldn't have to be part of the union.

It just seemed right that we should meet here

because right here in this very room, over by Olga's cage,

is where Mr. Ness put the idea in my head.

Remember, right after we did you the favor

of going to Mary's funeral? Who we hardly even knew.

Well, I can't say it's official,

but there's no law that says you can't visit me here.

And I'll be glad of the company.

You want to let it go at that?

All those in favor say "aye".

Aye.

Oh! We'll show that Mig Torrance.

News of the multiple murders and the resulting publicity

brought Al Capone's emissaries to Mig Torrance once again.

This time, Wheaton came prepared.

Is that a way to pay a friendly visit?

You come with a gunsel?

I figured Moe here would cancel your gunsels out.

Moe, sit down.

It ain't friendly standing around like that.

He's comfortable.

So the "Big Boss" sent you to pressure me some more, huh?

No. He understands how you can't be pressured.

Look how you didn't get Mrs. B., like he asked.

And all those girls from Mexico.

Can I help it if Ness cut me off in the middle?

He's got his ear to my keyhole, I swear.

Sure, Mig.

The Boss knows it ain't your fault.

He figures Ness is too much for you, that's all.

He figures maybe Ness is too much for any one man.

That's why it's going to take three men to do your job.

Nobody's doing my job.

You won't be left out in the cold, Mig.

Not altogether.

It's just that now you take orders from us.

And that means me.

I speak for the three of us.

Oh... I mean the four of us.

Don't you remember Moe?

Always by Al's right arm.

Well-trained, Mig.

I'll be moving in here next week.

See that the books are ready for Flanagan to look over.

And Goldie'll want a list of the alcohol inventory.

You know, it's time you took it a little easy, Mig.

You overwork too much... you get pains in the stomach.

Like that.

Should I go after them, Mig?

Just get out of here, the both of you.

Mig?

What do you want?

Mig, about me in Mexico...

Do I have to aggravate myself over that, too?

Showing your yellow liver, my own brother.

I ought to take care of you good.

You're right, Mig.

That's why I gotta get out.

What? Let me out, Mig.

There is no way out, especially for you.

Look at me.

Will you look at me? I'm turned off.

I'm rotting in the ground with Mary.

Shut up, you punk.

I'll leave the country. I'll never come back.

You'll leave in a box. That's the only way.

Mig, I'll buy my way out.

With what? You got the money?

With what? Don't know.

I don't know. Wait a minute.

You want to buy your way out?

You can.

With what?

With Eliot Ness.

What are you talking abo...? Shh...

What if you could get him here to me...

so that I could have the satisfaction, firsthand,

of seeing him get a bullet in the head?

That'd buy you out, wouldn't it, kid?

You're talking dreams, Mig.

Look where it'd put me with Capone.

Right back where I started, only stronger than ever.

And Wheaton and his stooges'd get lost forever.

I'd be doing what the great Capone couldn't do.

Think of that, Ernie.

How could I pull it off?

You want out, don't you?

Find a way.

Bless you.

You murderer... Wait.

All those girls murdered.

I didn't have no part of it, I blacked out.

Listen to me.

Those girls were just like Mary to me.

You didn't kill those girls?

I swear that on Mary's grave.

You gotta believe me.

Eyes don't lie.

I do believe you.

Mrs. B., you helped me once before.

I need you again. I'm trying to quit Mig.

Could you help me again?

How can I help?

It's Ness. Mr. Ness?

I'm going to need his protection.

I... I want to talk to him.

If I could only talk to him someplace where...

where it isn't official... Like maybe at your place.

Could you get him there?

I'll telephone him.

Bless you. Thanks.

Yes, but I usually try to get home for dinner.

It's important, Mr. Ness.

Ernie Torrance wants to quit his brother.

He'll be here, too. You may be able to do business with him.

Ernie Torrance?

All right, what time?

8:00. Corned beef and cabbage?

Sure, corned beef and cabbage will be fine.

Good.

Mrs. B.'s giving a little dinner party tonight.

It seems Ernie Torrance wants to meet me.

Wouldn't hurt for you to be outside her place about 7:30.

No reflection on Mrs. B.'s integrity?

No. Not on Mrs. B.'s integrity.

Hello, boss? He just went upstairs.

Ernie figured good.

Kid's all right, my brother.

Okay, when he gets Ness out,

you go up and finish off Mrs. B.

I thought you and Ernie had an understanding

about hands off her.

Yeah, we did,

but now you and me got another understanding.

I don't like being said no to.

Get me?

I get you.

That's plenty, thank you.

How do I know you're sincere

about quitting your brother, Ernie?

Can't you tell by his eyes?

Maybe I'm not as good a judge as you, Mrs. B.

Let him answer.

Well, I'm willing to make a deal.

If you promise to give me a break with the law

about my part in the racket, I'll do you a favor.

I can't promise that, but I can assure you

the government would be very grateful for your help.

He means, unofficially, he's gonna see you get a break.

Right, Mr. Ness?

If he's sincere, so am I.

He's sincere.

All right, come back to my office with me tonight.

I'll do you one better than that.

I'll bring you to Mig tonight.

You can take him easy.

He don't even carry a gun.

All he's got to protect him is one guy, Red Foran.

You can take him by yourself.

Well, it's Mig you want, ain't it?

I'm telling you, you can take him tonight.

Why?

Is he expecting me tonight, Ernie?

No.

You mean, is Ernie double-crossing you?

Of course not.

Is it a trap, Ernie?

No...

No! You wouldn't be trying to buy a split

from your brother with my life, would you?

You cops are all the same.

You don't trust nobody.

Ernie, it's not that he doubts you personally.

It's part of a cop's job to doubt.

You got to understand.

You want Mig tonight or don't you?

Where is he?

I'll take you to him, so you don't get lost.

I've got to tell my men.

What for?

I don't want to see Mig get slaughtered.

You want to come, you come alone.

I'll take the gamble. Come on.

Just a minute.

Red.

Was this greetings from Mig to me?

Almost delivered, too.

Did he follow Ernie here?

Did Mig know that Ernie was coming here?

My God, maybe it was a trap for Mr. Ness.

Where did Ness go?

To Mig Torrance's place.

Torrance's. Did they say where it was?

No, they didn't say, but I know where it is.

My old place of business.

Eight miles out of town.

Number Three Magdalane Street, where the railroad crosses...

Where's your phone?

I'll show you.

I told you the place is closed. Shut.

Mike, see that he gets in his car

and off the grounds.

What's special about tonight?

Since when do you ask questions?

We got our rights.

Take them downstairs, see they stay out of the way.

No one's taking us no place.

You'll do what you're told.

Maybe we better go, Alice.

We work here, you know.

Don't let him push you around, Alice.

We got a right to know what's going on.

Lock 'em in the boiler room, Hank.

Come on, get going.

Move, little birdies.

Out there's open country, Mig.

The shots are going to be heard for miles.

You take care of the cops?

They've got their orders.

A lot of top people around here'd like to see Ness get it.

I'm liable to turn out to be mayor of Chicago for this.

I feel like I'm getting a cold.

I just got over one.

How much further?

We ain't passed it yet.

All your little girls are locked up nice and safe, Mig.

You ought to have a gun on you,

a nervous guy like you.

I don't dirty my hands.

What are you stopping here for?

Drive up to the door.

We can walk.

Did you hear something?

Something wrong, Ernie?

No.

Everything's going to turn out fine.

I don't see anything.

My brother said he'd bring Ness to the front door,

he'll bring him.

He's sure taking his time.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

It's me, Ernie.

Don't shoot. It's Ernie out there.

Too late.

Ernie.

Sorry I'm late.

I had to stop Red Foran from keeping a date with Mrs. B.

She knew where you were.

She's a good gal.

Let's smoke 'em out.

Right.

Hold your fire.

You men in there...

You're completely surrounded.

Give up now and come on out

with your hands on your heads.

Are you coming out?

Get Ness, and I'll double your money.

Tell 'em... Tell 'em that I was down here with you all the time.

I didn't do no shooting.

Tell them that, uh...

Tell them that Al Capone's men took over,

and they locked me down here with you.

Understand?

You do as I say.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?!

What are you doing?

I've got a gun in my hand.

Get back.

Get back!

And so the reign of the white slaver,

Mig Torrance, was over.

The girls he had lived by, he had died by.

The hawk was killed by the sparrows.

And the next day, the sparrows sang to Ness,

a song that helped bring stiff prison sentences

to Wheaton, Gold and Flanagan and the other key figures

in Capone's prostitution setup.

As for Mrs. B., she lived happily retired ever after.

The Untouchables.