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I don't know.

I just put a forwarding address on the envelope

and drop it in the slot. What address?

67 East Thurston.

Uh, that might be the last stop, maybe not.

I don't know who sends him, I don't know

who get's 'em, I don't know what's in 'em.

Nick Segal set it up before he left.

Get 'em and forward 'em, that's all I do.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Bruce Gordon, Mary Sinclair

and Bert Freed.

With special guest star Leslie Nielsen.

Narrated by Walter Winchell.

September, 1932.

The federal penitentiary at Leavenworth, Kansas,

430 miles from Chicago.

In this violent period,

law enforcement had become a big game hunt.

The quarry was the most dangerous marauder

of them all... The big-time racketeer.

For Eliot Ness and his Untouchables,

the trophy room was a federal prison,

and one of their prizes was a man named Nick Segal.

Because of collusion and protection

in political circles, this vicious killer

of at least six people

was serving three years for violation

of the Volstead Act, and...

Nick Segal was now eligible for parole

after serving one year of this sentence.

Nick, watch out!

Gee, it just slipped out of my hand.

Everybody, stand back.

He's hurt. You could have killed him.

It-It just got away from me.

You, you, carry him over to the infirmary.

The rest of you guys get busy.

Snap to it! On the double!

Make it pretty, Doc.

I got to look nice for the parole board.

If that sack had have hit you in the head,

you wouldn't have needed no parole to get out.

Did you see who dropped it?

Sure, I seen it. Name's Gus Caserta.

Caserta... I don't know him.

Must have been an accident.

Check around anyway.

I bet that sling don't do you no harm

with the parole board.

Don't be stupid.

You could be carried in it in a box,

it wouldn't buy you anything.

Money... that's what it takes.

Hey, Nick, you got it all fixed?

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

They're going to parole me 'cause I'm innocent.

There'll be no further questions, Mr. Segal.

You'll be informed of the Board's decision.

Thank you for considering my application, sir.

Things are sure going to be different now.

This was a good deal while it lasted.

Maybe you'd like it if I didn't go.

No, don't get me wrong.

I'm glad to see you're getting out,

but all the privileges are going with you.

Tough.

Segal?

Oh.

You know, Troy, I'll miss you,

but we all got to go sometime.

Yeah, but you're not going for a while.

You're a funny man.

But I don't like that kind of joke.

Might as well get used to it.

Your parole was denied.

The prisoners illicit

but effective underground mailing system

was immediately put into operation,

and on the Wednesday evening

following the denial of Nick Segal's application

for parole, Eliot Ness had a secret meeting.

The place... the elevated station

at 65th Street, South Side, Chicago.

What are you waiting for, the password?

So, mention a name.

Look, you phoned me, I'm here.

What are you being so cagey about?

I'm a postman.

I got to make sure the right party gets the right mail.

Eliot Ness.

Okay. I got a special delivery for you

from Nick Segal.

When did you get out?

I never done no time.

Oh, nothing big, anyway.

This comes through the grapevine.

Segal wants to see you.

Why?

He's got things to say.

Why doesn't he tell it to the warden?

You, he said.

"Tell Ness to come and see me.

I'll make it worth his trip."

He had a chance to make a deal a year and a half ago.

Tell him I can't help him get a parole.

You like peanuts, Ness?

I'll bet you give the peanut vending companies

a bad time with that thing.

You go see Segal.

He's got something you can use, and it's all yours.

No strings.

If Nick Segal gives you the time of day,

there's a string on it.

I'll think about it.

That's for your trouble.

Prior to his arrest and conviction,

Nick Segal and an unknown partner

had operated the largest string of gambling casinos

and speakeasies in the South Side of Chicago.

The net income of this operation...

One million dollars per month.

Well, we know Segal went to prison

to take the heat off the operation.

We know he has a partner,

and obviously, that partner is still operating.

These joints are picking up profits while he's away.

He's not going to throw all that down the drain.

Isn't he coming up for parole soon?

Denied two days ago.

And right away he gets a message out to you.

Maybe Segal's partner thought he had the parole board fixed.

Yeah. Which way?

Segal's partner may have been in a position

to have gotten him a parole.

My guess is, he didn't.

Segal may be just burned up enough

to tell us who he is.

Montmartre Cafe, South Side, Chicago.

Al Capone's headquarters.

Although Capone

and many of the members of his organization were dead

or in prison, Frank Nitti, The Enforcer,

was still doing business at the same old stand.

Frank Nitti was presiding over an emergency meeting,

requested by Nat Baldwin, Segal's business partner.

Also present were Frank Gamble, Joe Balta,

Abe Spitzel and Louis Gallardo.

Well, what do you want, Nat?

You asked for this meeting. Talk.

I just got word from the fellow that carries the mail

that my partner sent a message to Eliot Ness

that he wanted to see him.

I don't think he should have done that.

So? He's your partner.

He's your problem, not ours.

I know, Frank,

but he talks about me, and everybody gets involved.

He's got to be taken care of.

What is this?

You want us to take care of him,

so you don't have to split the take when he gets out, huh?

No, Frank. No!

No?

I wonder how come his parole didn't come through.

I thought you were supposed to fix that.

Well, something slipped up.

But what happens now if he wants to sing to Ness?

Okay.

But, Nat, this is the last time we bail you out.

From now on, you keep your organization straight

and take care of your own trouble.

Any other business?

Okay. Meeting's adjourned!

That night, Eliot Ness left by train

for the federal prison at Leavenworth, Kansas.

If Nick Segal was ready to sing on his unknown partner,

it was the break The Untouchables

had been waiting for for a year and a half.

The 18 months that Segal's been in here,

he's received no visitors, not one.

Isn't it a little strange

that his first one should be a federal agent?

Maybe.

Within a week after his parole has been denied?

This meeting... Your idea's or Segal's?

He sent for me, Warden.

Does it make a difference?

Mr. Ness, criminals have two natural enemies...

Law enforcement officers and stool pigeons.

If Segal's about to squeal on somebody,

he's buying himself a whole lot of trouble.

His trouble becomes mine.

Can't you handle it so no one knows who his visitor is?

Mm-hmm.

When did you get this message from Segal?

Last night.

Well, that's something.

Apparently, it hasn't started yet.

Last week, Segal's arm was broken in an accident.

It could be a coincidence,

but I'd hate to swear to that.

Have Nick Segal sent to my office.

Since the accident, he's been working in the library.

Looks like the shot came from up there.

Yeah. The distance is too great for a pistol shot.

That's right, but it wouldn't be the first time

that a rifle was smuggled into a penitentiary.

It's hard to believe it could happen

at a maximum security institution.

Believe me, it's not impossible.

This penitentiary is full of hoodlums, four-timers

and big-time racketeers.

So that means Segal's murderer is in here.

I'll do everything I can to find him.

Any help that you can give us will be greatly appreciated.

I'm after the man on the outside

who gave the order.

The best thing to do is

to find the murderer first, then work backwards.

He's right here.

Our only trouble is, we got 3,000 suspects.

The murder of Nick Segal,

within the very walls of the prison,

touched off a far-reaching investigation

by Warden Rinehardt.

It came to absolutely nothing.

Segal had marked himself as a squealer.

He had no friends among the other prisoners.

Nobody knew anything.

But Eliot Ness knew that orders for the killing had come

from the outside from someone high up in the syndicate.

Two days later, Ness returned to the headquarters

of The Untouchables with a plan.

There's only one way to do it.

Plant someone on the inside?

Right.

Remember Tom Sebring?

Sebring?

Didn't we get him

on a smuggling charge a few years ago?

That's right.

He's doing five to ten in Louisberg.

Why him, Eliot? Three reasons.

He's a con, so he knows his way around a prison.

Two... he's smart and tough, so he could bring it off.

Three... he doesn't owe the rackets any favors.

Well, what are you going to do,

offer to help him with the parole?

If he delivers, yes.

There's only one thing, though.

Sebring wouldn't touch it with his gloves on.

Eliot Ness took steps to insure the successful operation

of his plan before visiting Tom Sebring

in prison in the federal pen at Louisberg.

Well, where's the sermon that goes with it, Ness?

No sermon. Oh, come on, you can say it...

"You're not really all bad, Sebring.

"You just made a mistake.

Pay your debt to society, you can walk out clean."

That's... Oh, you do-gooders, always with the same line.

If I hear that thing again, I'll...

You won't hear it from me.

Do you want the job?

A job of stooling.

I wouldn't last ten minutes at it.

I'd have a shiv in my back.

There'll be a risk.

That's what you're trading for six years of your life.

Yeah, six years.

There's no other shortcut.

No, I... I think I'll go the long route.

Thanks a lot, Ness, I can wait.

Will your wife wait, Sebring?

I stopped in to see her on the way down here.

Why, you stinking rat!

You told her, didn't you?

You've been gone a long time.

Do you think she's going to sit

at home writing letters forever?

This may be the last one.

Well, you did a job on her, didn't you?

I got a chance to get out, that's all she sees now.

Never mind the price!

You never told her that, did you?!

What do you want, Sebring,

a free ride all your life?

I'll arrange for your transfer.

Ness worked out a cover for Sebring.

He was to be a vengeance-seeking friend

of Segal... A con with but one purpose,

to get the man who killed his friend.

Hey, Drum.

This is Sebring, your new roomie.

Show him around.

Make him feel at home.

Upper... lower... take your choice.

Lower.

That's too bad... wrong choice.

Up!

Yeah... it's the same all over, isn't it, uh?

Only one boss in a cell.

All right, let's get it settled right now, Drum.

Who do you vote for... you or me?

Huh?

Come on, whichever way you want to go,

I'll go along with you.

Just remember, you're running for a short term, Drum.

All right, call it!

Just one more question, Drum.

Did you know Nick Segal?

I knew him.

Who was his cell mate?

Thorne... A guy... called Phil... Thorne.

Gimme a light.

So, I told her,

I said, dames like you are a dime a dozen.

And me, I got a dime,

so haul your freight out of here.

Are you Thorne?

Yeah.

You're Sebring.

I heard how you worked your way out of that country club

in Louisberg for this joint.

Why?

Yeah, I used to have a friend here.

Somethin' happened...

Don't know what, don't know who...

But I heard about it.

I got word in Louisberg

that somebody give it to him.

That's tough.

Yeah.

So I got myself transferred.

Used up all the favors I had comin',

but I got here.

Nick Segal... You was his cellmate.

Sure, but I don't know what happened.

Who give it to him?

I don't know.

Who give it to him?

I don't know. We shared a cell together, that was all.

We hardly even talked.

I don't know who, why or anything else.

All right, punk, gimme a name.

I can give you a dozen names. What good is that gonna do you?

Just try me.

Nelson... Caserta...

Singleton... Switzer... Jones and Groton.

That'll do for a start.

When you run out of those I'll give you a dozen more.

Got any books on rare coins?

Section 700.

Second stack on the right.

I'm new here.

Well, browse around, you'll find it.

Show me.

Right here.

Say, what... All right, shut up and listen!

Here, read that!

Come on, let me hear it!

Switzer... Singleton... Caserta...

What've you got me down there for?

That's for killing Segal.

Oh, it wasn't me.

Listen, Nelson, I went to a lot of trouble

digging up those names, but I got 'em.

Now one of them shot Segal

and you were right here when it happened.

Sure, I was right here,

but the shot came from the outside.

So, you put the finger on him, huh?

Oh, no, you got it all wrong,

right from the start.

Segal was fingered from the outside.

Why? Well... he was gonna sing on somebody,

that's what I heard, anyway.

Pin it down. Give me some names.

I didn't even know the guy.

Why don't you talk to that flunky of his?

Who? Phil Thorne.

They had a cell together.

Segal must've been paying his salaries.

He ran his errands.

Look, if he doesn't know the answers, nobody does.

All right... just keep your mouth shut...

or I'll be back.

All right, just stay there and talk!

What do you want... more names? I'll give you 3,000.

Make it easy on yourself, Thorne.

I got you pegged.

You were bellhoppi" for Segal.

That puts you next on the list.

You know the people who rubbed Segal out

ain't gonna let you stick around.

The only hope you got is I take care of the killer

before he gets you.

I don't know.

Nick never told me nothing about his connections on the outside.

That's the truth.

He was putting the heat on somebody.

Somebody on the outside called the shot.

All he's got to do is push a button

and you go out, too.

I don't know his name.

Nick sent him word plenty of times, but he never mentioned

no name. How'd he get the message out?

Nick would tell me what he wanted to say

and I would give it to a guy named Groton.

He's got a pipeline all set up.

But once it leaves here, I don't know where it goes.

I'll talk to you again.

First report from Sebring.

Any progress?

He's narrowed it down to about 30.

That's not much progress.

No, but he's come up with a good lead...

The prison end of the pipeline

to Segal's partner.

Maybe we can ride that to the man we want.

How's it work?

A man named Groton passes the word

to the driver of a truck that hauls in supplies.

Let's pick up the driver

and shake something loose.

The message might go through a dozen hands

before it reaches the one we want.

If we move too soon, we just break the chain.

Then we'll have to cover the trucker

every time he goes in and out of the prison.

But it may be weeks

before another message goes out.

Sebring thinks he's putting on enough heat to hurry it up.

But we'd better not miss...

The heat's on Sebring, too.

And now back to...

Put 'em down!

Gettin' a little careless?

Yeah, it missed you.

That stuff belongs on the bench.

Then pick it up.

Listen, you got a beef, you lay it out.

Nick Segal. What about him?

I think you are the one who got him.

You know something, Sebring,

you been working on that rock pile too long.

Your brain's turnin' to mud!

I was nowhere near him when he got it!

Yeah, well I heard different.

All right, all right.

Break it up, you guys.

Move on, you!

Caserta, get back to work.

♪ ♪

I got a message to go out.

This new guy, Sebring.

He's looking for something.

Might be trouble.

What do I do?

You got it all?

Put it on the belt, huh?

♪ ♪

Tom Sebring had forced the situation.

The message to the man in the shadows was on its way.

From the moment the truck rolled through the gates,

The Untouchables took over.

♪ ♪

The first station

on the underground route from the prison

was a mailbox located in Monroe City, Missouri,

194 miles northeast of Leavenworth,

and Cam Allison was waiting

when the final mail pickup of the day was made.

From there the message went special delivery

to Mr. Sam Argus, 1411 Richlin Street.

This information was telephoned to Eliot Ness.

When the letter was delivered the following day,

Ness was there waiting.

You stopping by today?

Yeah.

Okay.

You didn't waste no time.

Maybe it's important.

Give me a sack of peanuts.

Hello, Keifer.

Mr. Ness!

I didn't expect to find you down this end of town.

Working on a case down here?

Uh, maybe I shouldn't have said that.

Hope I didn't talk out of turn.

You could have yelled fire.

That would have cleared the place, too.

I'm sorry, Ness.

What're you playing?

Solo from the looks of it.

Well, I'll play you.

How about a nickel a game?

If you've got the time, so have I.

My shot?

Go ahead.

I see you're still a postman.

What'd you say, Ness?

Who's the letter for?

Don't think I follow you.

The letter Sam's got under the counter.

You're the pick-up man.

You're a smart guy, Ness.

How'd you figure it out?

Just tell me where it goes next.

I don't know.

I just put a forwarding address on the envelope

and drop it in the slot. What address?

67 East Thurston.

That might be the last stop, maybe not.

I don't know who sends 'em,

I don't know who gets 'em,

I don't know what's in 'em.

Nick Segale set it up before he left.

Get 'em and forward 'em, that's all I do.

Take it easy, the joint ain't on fire.

That's going to bring you bad luck, Sam.

You might have broken the chain.

Oh, I'm not superstitious.

Who's this letter going to?

Couldn't tell you, mister.

I never open 'em.

All I do is burn 'em as soon as they come.

There was a special delivery for you.

That Fed Ness was waiting at Sam's place when I got there.

Well, there must have been a leak someplace.

Maybe at the other end.

You didn't see the message, did you?

No, but I gave him a bum steer.

I headed him to 67 East Thurston.

Remember that?

It's an empty lot.

An empty lot.

A sucker play.

I should have gone after Keifer instead of that letter.

The letter isn't addressed to anybody.

And there's no signature on it.

We'll just have to smoke out that character

with the peanuts now.

He's either dug a hole

or he's out of the city by now.

Maybe.

What did it say?

As far as I know, they believe that Sebring

is a friend of Segal's out for revenge.

They're afraid he'll

accidentally stumble onto something.

They want to know what to do about him.

Well, they'll probably leave him alone

while they wait for an answer.

They'll have a long wait.

Let's not count on that.

There might be a follow-up letter.

He's still in there.

Maybe he'll come up with another lead.

Ask him to do it as a favor?

That would hand him a laugh. Well, try him.

I can't force him this time.

He's delivered and now I've got to.

I've got to work on trying to get him that parole as fast as possible.

Hello, honey.

How are you?

Great.

Have you talked to Ness?

Yes.

He was over yesterday.

Well... when do I get out?

He said he was working on it.

Well, what does that mean?

I made a deal with him. I got him what he wanted.

What's holding it up? Don't get excited, honey.

He said it would take time.

He's stalling.

Come on, tell me the truth.

He's trying to welsh on the deal, isn't he?

If you don't keep your voice down, the guards will come over here.

All right, all right!

Give it to me. What happened?

Well, he didn't tell me everything.

Apparently something went wrong.

They didn't get the man they were after.

I knew it!

He blew it and now he won't pay off.

No, Tom.

I'm sure he's trying to get you a parole.

But when?

That's what I want to know, when?

What's the matter, Gus? What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

Just wanted a place where I could talk to you safe.

Sure, Gus. What do you want to talk about?

Sebring. Look, ever since he's here,

he's riding everybody about Segal.

What happened to that last note I sent out?

It got off okay.

Yeah? Why ain't I got an answer yet?

The line's open, Gus. Nothing's come through.

Maybe it never got there, something happened, huh?

It'd be the first time.

There's always got to be a first time.

I got to know what to do about that Sebring.

Is there another route out of here?

I guess I can find one.

Okay, send it out again.

Same message?

Same everything!

Hey, better give me some pills

for a cold or something, huh?

I think I come up with something.

Tell it to the Feds.

Relax. I've been picking up whispers.

Nothing solid, you understand.

Anyone who knows for sure ain't saying.

The rest are all guessing.

But all the guesses are the same:

Gus Caserta.

Well, what is it this time, Nat?

There's a con by the name of Sebring.

I want you to take care of him.

Why? I got a letter.

Sebring is asking a lot of questions about Nick Segal.

He's liable to stumble over something.

So? It's the second letter, same message.

I didn't get the first one.

I think there's been a leak at the other end of the line.

That's fine.

That's all we need.

You know how much I want those lines kept open.

Some of the fellows might want to be able

to get the weather reports when they want.

And you double-crossing your stinking partner

could louse up the whole operation!

But, Frank, I told you before,

I thought I had the parole board all arranged.

They crossed me up!

I believe you like I believe a cop.

That Sebring, we'll take care of him,

but not like last time.

I don't want no kick back.

I don't want no more trouble in the pen!

And, Nat...

if anything goes wrong with this deal,

we're gonna throw you to the cops.

With Tom Sebring no longer working on the inside,

the Untouchables and the police

were combing the city for Ed Keifer.

Almost a week had passed

and there was no trace of the man.

The assumption was that he was safely out of town.

This was not quite true.

Keifer was on his way.

But through an ironic twist of fate, he didn't make it.

He stopped for some peanuts.

That was his mistake.

For the past six months, the vending machines

protective organization had been on the lookout

for a petty crook who was tampering with their machines.

Within one hour, Eliot Ness was informed of Keifer's arrest.

What is this anyway?

So I took the machine for a penny's worth of peanuts!

Is that a Federal rap?

Well, is it? Keep on talking.

When you get on the right subject, I'll let you know.

I got nothing to say.

What do you want from me anyway?

Who was that letter for?

I told you. I don't know.

All I do is forward 'em.

67 East Thurston.

Nobody there, huh?

Nobody's ever been there!

Now you tell us, where do we go next?

Look, Ness, I'm just a guy trying to get by.

I pick up a buck where I can.

Leave me out of the big stuff, will you?

You're already in it, right up to your ears.

You're looking at five years in a Federal prison.

Is that what you want?

There's nothing I can do about it.

You can get yourself a better shake.

Who's the big man?

No deal, I'll take the rap if I gotta.

So five years ain't no picnic.

And when I come out, maybe I'm too old to learn a trade.

But at least I get out alive.

That's more than you got to offer!

You'll get protection.

Who do you think you're kiddin'?

The minute you take your hand off me, I'm dead.

There's no place I'd be safe.

In prison?

That's a laugh.

He got Nick Segal, didn't he?

No thanks, Mr. Ness, I got nothing to tell you.

Who's going to believe it?

What?

We questioned you and you talked.

That's the story we'll put out.

Every raid, every arrest we make

in the next month, we'll credit to you.

No. By the time you get to prison,

the boss will know you talked. No!

His executioner will be waiting for you.

Ness. Ness!

You got to get him out of there!

I'll give you that much, I'll tell you who he is.

That's worth something, ain't it?

Let's hear how it sounds.

I don't know his name, but...

Ness, listen to me!

I'm trying to give you something.

It ain't a prisoner at all.

It's one of the guards!

One of the guards?

You're pulling numbers out of a hat!

Why would I lie to you?

This is on the level.

You got to get him out of there.

Do you suppose it's true?

Well, it answers a lot of questions.

How the rifle got inside,

how the killer got on the wall without being spotted,

and how he covered up.

But how are we going to pick him out?

That's up to the warden.

At least it's worth a try.

Right now, anything is worth a try.

Sebring?

Hey.

I don't want everybody in the joint to hear this.

Sebring, you and me ain't exactly been, uh, buddy-buddy

since we been sharing this hole,

but that's the point.

We're in here together.

Any move I make, you're going to be the first to know.

Move?

When I do, I'm going a long piece.

What is it, a break?

That's the way she reads.

When?

You'll know when it happens.

But it ain't going to work unless you dummy up.

You calling me a stoolie?

All right, take it easy.

I figure you're okay.

But you got to do more.

For an hour, you got to cover up for me.

That's all we need... one hour.

Who's going?

Who they are don't matter.

We got everything going for us.

It's a cinch if you'll cover up.

No.

What?

I'm going, too.

Nothing doing! It's all set!

You'll make room for me.

Look, it's not my party.

I got no say in who's going!

Well, I'm saying it.

Now, you tell 'em that!

They won't hold still for it.

One more could queer this whole deal!

Now you're getting it. Oh.

Either I go, or nobody goes.

That night, Eliot Ness left for the federal pen.

The trip would require 14 hours, but in this 14 hours,

events were shaping up, and nothing could stop them.

What do you want, Sebring?

You've been on my back ever since you got here.

I want out.

What about your pal Segal?

I couldn't do him no good, so forget about him.

Do I go or not?

You're in.

As the signal was given,

the well-planned break, arranged by Frank Nitti

through his organization inside the prison,

went into effect.

The time for the disposal of Sebring was now.

This is where we're going to hole up, you see?

No one's ever going to look for us here.

They'll be too busy trying to find out

what started the animals off.

It'll be dark in an hour.

Then we can slip out of here.

No trouble yet.

This shed puts out back of the incinerator.

From there to the wall, it's like 100 feet.

No cover.

We've got to make a run for it.

Yeah, how do we get over the wall, with wings?

We got a rope ladder

stashed in the incinerator chute.

It's got a steel hook on it.

All we got to do is snaffle the top, and we're over.

Then everybody scatters.

You can try it on your own,

or make for a farmhouse four miles due west.

There's a truck waiting for anybody who can make it.

You get that?

We got two hours.

That's four miles in two hours.

Truck's not going to wait a minute longer.

Okay, everybody got it right?

Now, all we got to do is wait till it gets dark.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait here, Mr. Ness.

I'll tell the warden,

but I don't know how soon he'll get around to you.

What's happening down there?

We don't know yet.

They're not doing anything, just making a lot of noise.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Ness,

but I imagine you know why.

Yeah, I've been listening.

What are they trying to do?

It's hard to tell yet.

It hasn't taken shape.

They may be just releasing pressures,

or working themselves up to a full-scale riot.

I've pulled men off the walls,

placed them on the outside gates for double security

in case there's a break coming.

How many of your guards can you trust?

All of them. Why?

I think the man

who had Segal murdered owns one of them.

Pretty serious charge, Mr. Ness.

Unless you've got strong evidence,

I wouldn't believe it.

No evidence. It's not worth anything.

I think it is.

It comes from a source near the top.

You may have him in here before long.

That's why he talked.

He says a guard killed Segal.

All right. I'll investigate it.

When?

When I get an opportunity.

I can do nothing with this going on.

Warden, I've got a contact in here...

Tom Sebring.

The transfer from Louisberg?

You might have told me, Mr. Ness.

How long would it have stayed a secret?

He may have been spotted anyway.

If he has, that's the reason for this riot.

3,000 men aren't going berserk to cover up for a killing.

Aren't they?

Sebring works for a federal agent.

Captain, I want you in here right now.

The investigation of Segal's murder showed

that three guards had an opportunity

to be on the roof of that building.

They weren't under suspicion,

so they were only questioned about the prisoners.

If it was a guard, it would have to be one of those three.

Where are they right now?

Captain, tell me,

where are Johnson, Howard and Regan posted?

Johnson and Howard are home sick.

Regan's posted on the West Tower.

We'll check that right now.

Okay now, it's dark enough.

One at a time, over to the incinerator.

All right now,

here's where we make a run for it.

The guard tower is over on the left.

He won't see us because it's dark.

We just got to make it to the wall.

Okay now, who's going to be a hero?

I'll try it.

All right, you go first.

Then you go next with that ladder.

Sebring, you follow him,

and then I'll go after you.

Ready now?

Okay, go.

Okay, you're next.

I think I'll ride my luck.

You start running.

Oh, no, Sebring.

We're sticking to the plans.

What difference does it make?

You, listen to me, Sebring.

Once you're over that wall,

I don't care where you go or what you do,

but while we're here, I'm calling the shots.

Now take off!

Get going!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

It's me Caserta. Sebring's back there.

Don't shoot!

Is he all right?

Yeah. He's just scratched.

Good. Have one of your men bring Sebring

to the warden's office.

Yeah.

You did your part already.

You didn't have to get involved

with Caserta and a jail break.

I, uh... You're wrong, Ness.

I was going over the wall with the rest of them.

With your parole hearing all set up?

Nobody's going to believe that.

A little less than two hours later,

and 430 miles away,

the body of Nat Baldwin was deposited

in front of the 43rd District Police Station

in South Side, Chicago.

Frank Nitti fulfilled his part of the deal.

Baldwin was thrown to the cops... dead.

Very dead.

The Untouchables had won another battle.

This time, inside a prison.

But the fight against the organized underworld...

The Frank Nittis, the Abe Spitzels

and the Joe Baltas...

Was not going to be won in a single, decisive battle.

It could only be won by accepting the fact

of a deadly and never-ending war.

The man most aware of this was Eliot Ness.

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The Untouchables.