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Where are they gonna sleep?

Just relax, Doreen,

she'll take good care of you.

"Relax," he says.

I can't make you too comfortable.

Sheik?

Sheik!

I knew you'd come for me!

I'm in here!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Christopher Dark.

And Connie Hines.

With Special Guest Star... Anne Francis.

Narrated by Walter Winchell.

On the evening of June 8, 1933,

at the Yankee Stadium in the Bronx, New York City,

Max Baer knocked out Max Schmelling

in the tenth round of their scheduled 15-round fight.

- The gate: $240,000. - One, two, three, four...

One hour later an armored truck left the stadium.

It was on its way to the warehouse,

where the box office receipts would be kept until morning

for deposit in the bank.

As the truck turned onto Cromwell Avenue,

a female pedestrian stepped off the curb.

What was seemingly an accident was really the first step

in a well-planned holdup.

A tear gas bomb dropped into the rear of the truck

forced the guards out of the vehicle.

Then, in complete silence, but with well-rehearsed precision,

the transfer of the money began.

The four members of the holdup gang were:

Doreen Maney... Len Carson...

and the leader of the gang, Sheik Humphries.

Picked up for this particular job was Jake Logan...

Trigger man.

Honey, they hurt you?

After we planned the whole thing

without any shootin', now look at poor Sheik.

Logan stopped a few, too.

C'mon, Doreen, get this stuff in here, will ya?

It's just that I'm so upset about you.

It's okay.

It's okay, there's enough moola here

to keep us happy for a long time,

so it's okay.

C'mon, Logan, give us a hand.

I can't, Sheik... I can't.

Honey, now you sit back, too.

I'll do it.

We got plenty of time.

Penn Station was the next step in the plan.

Everything had been worked out carefully to the last detail.

Stash the dough in a safe place,

lay low for awhile and when the shouting died down,

pick up the loot and have a ball.

Train now leaving for Albany,

Buffalo, Rochester, Detroit, Cleveland,

Cincinnati, Toledo.

Train Number Two...

"Vacationers Special"...

Southbound for Chattanooga,

Tallahassee and Miami, leaving

on track seven in five minutes.

Give me the key.

I don't have it.

I hid it.

What?

Well, it's all right... It's safe.

What did you do a dumb thing like that for?

Because we're gonna be on the move.

We're not going back to the room like we planned.

Why not?

You can't fool these New York doctors.

You two had a hunting accident way out in the country.

So, where we going?

My old man's farm in Tennessee.

That all right with you, Sheik?

I don't think I can make it, Sheik.

I need a doctor.

When we get to Jersey I'll jump out

and get some stuff for it in a drug store.

I won't last that long, I tell ya.

I'm bleedin' somethin' awful.

Don't think about it.

Think about all that money.

You gotta do somethin' for me right now.

Okay.

Everybody's cut just went up.

From 25% to 33 1/3.

In the past year three other armored trucks,

one each in Baltimore, Cleveland and Detroit,

had been similarly hijacked.

Since the crimes had occurred in different states,

Eliot Ness and his Untouchables had been called in.

The last was the biggest haul yet.

The New York Police immediately notified Eliot Ness in Chicago.

Ness and his men took the next available plane to New York.

They set up shop in an office in the Bronx County Jail.

They had been working unsuccessfully

for the past ten months on these armored truck robberies.

All Ness knew was

that a hoodlum believed to be Sheik Humphries,

and an unidentified attractive young woman were at the head

of the slick operation.

The tabloids had labeled Sheik and the girl "The Lovebirds."

Not an eyewitness to be found.

What if there were?

We know Humphries, and the girl...

blonde, about 23, pretty, looks a little like Garbo.

These skid marks are

about the same as in the others.

Probably use the same trick.

Tear gas.

"The Lovebirds" have left their calling card, as usual.

Yeah, plus a few murders.

The guard's gun was fired four times.

And they found a trail of blood

to where the getaway car was.

Must have winged one of 'em.

Keep checking the medics for any reports.

Right. ROSSMAN: It's for you, Eliot.

This is the first time there's been any shooting.

They've broken their pattern.

That could be the break for us.

Ness was right...

Logan, the man who had been thrown out of the car,

had been picked up, still alive,

rushed to emergency and was ready to talk.

Ness went immediately to the hospital...

But when he got there,

Logan was in a state of intermittent coma,

and Ness had to wait.

Two days later in a farm house near Mitchell, Tennessee,

Doreen Maney's father and sister were preparing

to have their noon meal.

Bless us, oh, Lord, and these Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive

from Thy bounty... and we thank Thee, Lord,

for the richness of our lives... Maybelle.

I ain't finished saying grace.

And for the fullness of the fruits of our labors.

Amen.

See who it is.

Doreen.

Maybelle.

Hello, Papa.

Well... the prodigal returns.

It's been a long time, Papa.

It hasn't been long enough for me.

This is my fiancé, Joe.

We came here to get married.

And you want me to give the bride away?

I can't think of nothing I'd rather do.

We had a little accident.

Joe hurt his arm.

We want to rest up for a few days

before the wedding.

Fine fellow you're marrying, Doreen.

Picture's in the paper...

The whole country wants him... for murder.

The paper here says your name's Sheik...

so...

my own little Doreen is the mysterious other half

of "The Lovebirds."

Well, you ain't never been mysterious to me.

I knew you'd make it.

I knew you'd become famous and rich.

Len.

That won't be necessary.

Will it, Papa?

That's... only the first installment.

Well... the Good Book says when the...

prodigal returns, bring out the fatted calf.

What are you standing there for?

Take care of our guests.

Tain't every day that my favorite daughter

honors me with a visit.

Logan lasted just long enough

to identify Doreen Maney

as the female member of "The Lovebirds."

A routine check located her hometown

as Mitchell, Tennessee,

and Ness, with his first positive lead,

decided to pay a call on Doreen's family.

♪ ♪

Maybelle... can I have some more coffee?

Sure.

Thanks.

No need to watch out here.

It's so quiet at night

you can hear a squirrel a mile away.

Yeah, I guess so.

What do you do for fun around here?

Just what you see... nothin'.

A pretty girl like you...

must have some boyfriends, huh?

Papa wouldn't allow it.

Aww, come on now...

Not even Saturday night?

Not even.

How do you stand it, honey?

Oh, I... I keep busy.

A lot of work to do around here.

Read magazines... listen to the radio.

Bet you like to dance, huh?

Yeah.

You like that song?

Uh-huh.

It does things to me.

I'll say it does.

You ever think of leavin' this dump?

Where would I go?

Lots of places... New York.

I don't know anybody there.

You do now... me.

I could show you a real good time.

Would you like that, huh?

Would you?

You like it, all right.

Maybelle.

You probably'd like to know

that the sheriff's car just turned

in here off the highway.

♪ ♪

Sheriff.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Maney, this here's Mr. Ness and Mr. Rossi.

They're from the government.

They want to ask you some questions about your daughter.

My daughter?

Is she in trouble with the government?

She's inside.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Maybelle.

I-It's not Maybelle they mean.

It's Doreen they want.

I only got one daughter.

Doreen left this house six year ago.

Since then, I ain't heard from her

and I don't want to hear from her.

Any idea where she went?

Where she is now?

Far as I'm concerned, she don't exist.

Mr. Ness, if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out.

Care for a drink, gentlemen?

Genuine Tennessee moonshine.

No, thanks.

Mind if I have one?

Maybelle.

You heard from your sister, Maybelle?

Where is she? New York?

No.

I-I-I don't know.

Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd let the sheriff know

if you hear from her.

You, too, Maybelle.

Sorry to have troubled you.

They're gone.

Well, how'd they know about me?

Logan?

Dead men don't talk.

Unless he isn't dead.

Anyway, we're going.

Why? They got no reason to come back here.

I'm not taking any chances.

It was your idea to come here in the first place, baby.

Where do we go now?

Back home.

New York.

We're just sitting ducks here.

We're not going back to town, Sheriff.

Huh?

Back off the road.

What you got on your mind, Mr. Ness?

That girl was pretty nervous, Eliot.

Do you realize Mr. Maney never asked us

what we wanted his daughter for?

Didn't we tell him it was in connection with Sheik Humphries?

No, we didn't.

Then he must have known.

There's a strong possibility.

That's why we're waiting right here.

Doreen, please take me along.

Not this time.

Why not?

She had no part in this.

I'll send for you.

I promise.

Lenny, hurry up.

All right.

Papa.

Part of that's to lay off Maybelle.

♪ ♪

There's a car behind us.

Following?

I don't know.

Find out.

With the discovery that they were being tailed,

Doreen insisted that the gang split up.

Doreen would decoy Ness and the sheriff,

and allow Sheik and Len to escape.

Sheik promised that if Doreen was captured,

he would spring her one way or another.

Where are the others?

They fooled us.

They got away.

Looks like we're losing her, too.

No, we're not.

She's going to help us find them again.

Get an ambulance quick.

During the next few days in a small Tennessee hospital,

Eliot Ness saw to it that his prize prisoner received

the best medical attention and the best police protection.

His hope: that Doreen Maney would somehow lead him

to Sheik and the stolen money.

After Ness got Doreen safely to the hospital,

he quizzed her father and sister and believed their story

that they had only harbored the criminals at gunpoint.

According to the papers, you were practically dead.

I got too much to live for.

They say you're going to get the chair.

Ah, Sheik won't let 'em,

but you got to help me.

Sheik must think I'm too sick to be moved.

You got to tell him to be ready.

Where will I call him?

You won't.

You'll go to New York.

Will you do it?

A chance to get away from the old man.

Are you kidding?

Tell Sheik I think somewhere between the airport

and the jail in New York would be the best place.

The doctor says you can leave tomorrow.

I'm in no hurry.

Well, the Prosecuting Attorney of Bronx County is.

We're taking you back by chartered plane.

That's pretty fancy.

Am I that dangerous?

We're not taking any chances.

Your boyfriend may have some ideas.

Well, if he does, they don't seem to include me.

He didn't even come to visit me at the hospital.

Well, maybe he doesn't know the visiting hours.

He doesn't care what happens to me.

Didn't he make me get caught so he could get away?

The way I got it figured, it was your idea.

Ness had alerted Allison in New York.

His assignment:

to see that full security measures would be taken

when Doreen was turned back to the local authorities here.

Say, mister.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

Who's auspices?

A friend of mine.

He's got a girl and they got separated.

He'd like to see her again.

Well, has he tried Advice To The Lovelorn?

Well, the separation wasn't their doing.

They're what you might say real "Lovebirds."

You're on.

And now back to...

Two cups of coffee, please.

These "Lovebirds"... they're very anxious to get together.

They got many reasons.

How many?

Oh, say... 5,000 reasons.

Well, uh... how could I be of any help?

Well, you see, this girl is planning to come to New York,

and my friend would like to meet her when she arrives.

But he doesn't know when she's coming and how, huh?

And since you're such an understanding guy,

you could make it possible for them to get together.

Well, I-I like to help people in love.

But, uh, as far as I know, the details of the lady's trip

haven't been planned yet.

Well, when you find out, would you let

me know?

Well, I was hoping to hear by this evening.

Where can I get you?

Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll get you, huh?

My name is... Allison.

Doresett Hotel.

Yeah, I'll call you tonight.

Right.

As soon as Allison got back to the hotel,

he phoned Ness in Tennessee.

He told him about the meeting he had in the restaurant.

Do you want me to pick this guy up?

No... no, you're doing fine.

Take the money.

Make it seem as if you mean it.

But why, Eliot?

I got an idea.

Send Youngfellow and Rossman down here right away.

I'll call you back later and give you details.

Must be good news.

We're going to set a beautiful trap for Sheik

to coax him out of hiding.

Sheriff, can you get me some road maps?

Sure, Mr. Ness. Where to?

Between here and New York.

I've decided to bring Doreen back by automobile.

Allison was contacted, as promised.

The place for the payoff was set... Central Park.

The time: 9:45 p.m.

Allison was warned not to pull any tricks.

He obliged, having no desire but to cooperate.

Here it is... facts and figures.

Oh, oh, oh.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Yeah, I guess I was a little carried away.

Oh... oh, I must've forgotten to tell you,

the price went up.

How much? Double.

Mm-mmm, they're not that much in love.

Six.

Nine.

$7,500, I figured you for that.

That's all I brought.

Okay.

The telegram.

You don't keep this to hang me with.

You study it, copy it if you like,

but the original stays with me.

June 18, the night before the trip.

Ness reviewed the details with his men.

One car would lag behind,

and Allison would keep one day ahead.

The trip would be deliberately stretched out

to three days.

In other words, if he doesn't strike on the road,

he'll try to surprise us at any one

of the three overnight stopovers.

Only we'll be in shooting range.

You'd better be.

This guy's an expert,

and we're not even traveling in an armored car.

Yeah, the way I got it figured, we need two more men.

Eh... how about Whitey and Hank?

They're doing nothing.

Nah. Too wise.

I need triggers.

This is no laydown.

You figure fireworks, huh?

In spades.

Ness ain't letting go of her so easy.

Look, Sheik, I think we ought to pass, huh?

What do we want to get our heads blown off for?

What?

You mean I ought to just sit back

and let them put Doreen away?

Yeah.

I'm surprised at you, Len.

She's my girl.

What's the matter, don't you understand about love?

Yeah, I know all about it.

So I wanna know,

why are we gonna get our heads blown off for nothing?

You just don't know how much this girl means to me, do you?

Sheik, this is Len, remember?

Yeah. She means a lot to me.

Two suitcases worth.

Kick me.

Can we get back to business?

Now if we get separated, we'll meet between

7:00 and 7:30 at stopover "A".

Grandview Auto Court, Plainsville, West Virginia.

You occupy cabin seven, we'll be in eight.

Right.

I like Sheik's jewelry better.

You hungry?

Who me?

We could stop at a diner.

I didn't think anybody in this crew

cared whether I was hungry or not.

It's my duty to bring the prisoner

back in good condition.

You know, you're not a bad fellow for a cop.

One time I met a guy who owned some horses.

I picked him up in a bar, I was working there.

Poor sucker, he wanted me to marry him.

Why didn't you?

He was too nice a guy.

He was the only nice guy I ever met until Sheik came along.

Yeah, he's a fine fellow.

He treats me right.

That's all I care about.

More than my old man ever did.

A girl, 16, makes one mistake,

he throws her out just when she needs him the most.

A woman can feel dead, and a man can make her come alive again.

That's how it is with me and Sheik.

Too bad he can't make those guards come alive again.

♪ ♪

Where are they gonna sleep?

Just relax, Doreen, she'll take good care of you.

"Relax," he says.

Well, we can't make you too comfortable.

Sheik.

I knew you'd come for me.

I'm in here.

They're your guys.

That's right.

Each time we stopped today, were they around?

Within a stone's throw.

Just waiting to grab Sheik.

That's what they're here for now, isn't it?

Easy, easy, take it easy.

Dirty, rotten heel.

Using me as bait.

You know he loves me.

And you're counting on his love to lead him into the trap.

All that night, Doreen Maney kept waiting

for her sweetheart to walk into the trap

that Ness was ready to spring.

The Untouchables also waited, spelling each other,

grabbing only brief snatches of sleep.

But nothing happened that night.

And the next morning at 8:00 a.m.

they were on their way again.

Go on, get it off your chest.

Your smart trick didn't work last night, did it?

You've really got a problem, haven't you, Doreen?

What do you mean?

You don't want him caught, on the other hand

suppose he doesn't even bother to help you.

He needs me.

He can't do without me.

Fine, in that case there's a good chance

he'll show up tonight in Treemont, Pennsylvania.

We'll be ready for him.

Here's Treemont.

The next town is 30 miles away.

We hit 'em right here in the middle.

They leave the hotel about 8:00 a.m.

We'll be waiting right on this nice deserted stretch.

I'm looking for Sheik Humphries.

What do you want? He ain't here.

Oh, I gotta see him.

Let her come in.

Well, the kid sister.

Come in, honey.

Now, Maybelle, how are you?

♪ ♪

Why can't she use the other room tonight?

Supposing she does?

Well, I've noticed you

jammed in the backseat with me...

looking at my legs.

What's the deal?

Deal?

Sheik.

Just let him escape.

I wonder if that louse has any idea how much you love him.

I still think the original plan is better.

Just keep the motor running.

Drive. Huh?

Drive, I tell you. Step on it.

Someone spot you?

No.

I don't get it.

Like you said, why get our heads blown off for nothing?

Like you said... For two suitcases worth.

I got a better way.

You have? How?

You'll see.

Is that why you changed your plan?

Yeah.

But the boys... why'd you send them in for?

I wouldn't want the woman I love to think

I didn't at least try to spring her.

Yeah.

Especially with a kid sister like that, huh?

These two are the only ones.

Get 'em out of here.

12:00 noon... the last day of the trip.

Lunch at a diner, and in a matter of hours

Ness would deliver Doreen Maney to the District Attorney

of Bronx County for prosecution for robbery and murder.

Two ham sandwiches, two coffees, please.

You're feeling pretty sure of yourself now, aren't you?

I thought we could enjoy our last meal together better that way.

What are you doing for dinner tonight?

I've got a date... with my wife.

Well, I guess I'll just have to have dinner

with Sheik, then. I don't think

the Bronx County Jail will allow it.

I wasn't thinking of that particular restaurant.

You're going to be eating in that restaurant

for a long, long time.

You haven't got me in jail yet.

We're still 100 miles from there.

You never give up, do you?

You still think the Sheik's going to come riding in

on a white charger and take you away from all this.

Could be.

Like last night?

Well, he must have found out

you had an army waiting for him.

That's why he didn't show.

He's too smart for your tricks.

Don't kid yourself, Doreen.

Last night was it.

There isn't any more.

Make it easy on yourself.

Tell me where I can find Sheik.

Just when I was beginning to like you.

On July 7, 1933,

Eliot Ness deposited his prisoner

at the Bronx County Jail.

Even though he had delivered Doreen Maney,

his job was far from done.

There was the matter of Sheik and the stolen money.

His efforts had bore no fruit.

For two days,

the two trigger men were being questioned separately.

Their stories were identical.

They didn't know "Nothin' about nothin'."

Eliot Ness was the first to admit

that his maneuver had laid an egg.

A big one. Ostrich size.

I still don't understand how Sheik could let them

walk into our trap so easily.

Well, if he could pull his armored car job successfully,

we would have known better.

Then, why?

Unless he didn't really want to spring Doreen.

Yeah, that's it.

That must be it.

You mean he sent them in just for... for show?

Well, why would he do that?

When we know the answer to that, we may get somewhere.

The Maney farm?

Yes. Got it. Thanks a lot.

Sheriff says the old man is still down there,

but the sister's been gone a few days,

and no one seems to know where.

It could mean anything.

Put out an alert on her. Right.

Hello.

Quick results is my motto.

The Maney sister's upstairs.

Wants to see Doreen.

Is it okay?

Yeah.

When Maybelle showed up at the jail,

Ness could attach no particular significance to it.

She had just left her hometown

to visit her big sister in jail.

Ness was back at the beginning again...

No leads, no clues.

Just because it didn't work in Treemont,

he could have tried again on the road.

He didn't have time, honey.

Why, he was so thrown by the trap,

he just barely got away hisself.

I guess I just figured him to be smarter than he is.

Oh, you're wrong, Doreen.

He's still working at it.

He has a wonderful plan.

Out of here?

Boy, he's going to need a lot of dynamite.

Nothing like that.

He hasn't wasted a minute.

He's been talking to a terrific lawyer.

A lawyer?

Well, now, what's he going to do...

Reduce the charge from four murders to two?

You don't understand, honey.

This is a special kind of lawyer.

He has, uh... pull.

He-He knows how to reach the right kind of people.

Like Ness?

Tell him to forget it.

Way higher.

But it-it's going to cost.

And then, when we get you out on bail,

Sheik has it arranged to scoot us to Mexico.

Bail?

I never thought of that.

Well, I'm beginning to feel better already.

See? Didn't I tell you, honey?

Everything's just going to work out fine.

You know, I knew Sheik would take good care of me.

Guess he's taken good care of you, too.

He's a marvelous guy.

I... I was almost dead.

He makes me feel alive.

Yeah, he understands women.

Yeah.

He buy you that dress?

Uh-huh.

Lots of other stuff, too.

Brocade slippers, chiffon robe.

Where's Sheik putting you up, honey?

At the apartment.

Oh, I just love it there.

Just when does he plan to get me out of here?

Oh, he-he told me to tell you that it's going to cost plenty.

Uh, $25,000 for the lawyer.

In advance... um...

half as much for payoffs,

and $75,000 for bail.

Well, I knew he'd spare no expense for me.

Yeah, but... but he don't have enough, honey.

He needs to know where the key is.

Where is it?

Matron?

I thought she might be listening..

Can you just tell me where the key is?

Tomorrow.

Thanks for coming, honey.

You come back and see me tomorrow?

Of course.

What do you want?

I don't want to break any rules.

I thought her time was up.

Matter of fact, it is.

I'll see you tomorrow, honey.

Bye.

Matron?

What is it now, Doreen?

I want to see Mr. Ness.

I told you not to leave that cell

until you found out where the key is.

But what could I do, honey? My time was up.

The matron came in.

Did Doreen buy it?

She thinks you're madly in love with her.

I will be... tomorrow.

When she tells you where the key is...

What'd you want to see me about?

I guess I just can't live without you, Mr. Ness.

I've been giving you a lot of thought, too.

And?

And I think you're foolish to take the whole rap.

Well, maybe I just won't take it.

Still think your boyfriend's gonna get you out of here, huh?

By the way, Mr. Ness, how much bail they set on me?

That's not going to get you out of here, Doreen.

There's no bail on a murder charge.

That's what I thought.

Get 'em to let me out of here for 24 hours on my own...

Without being tailed.

I guarantee you Sheik Humphries won't give you no more trouble.

Did the "Lovebirds" have a little falling out?

Lovebirds?

Dirty double-crosser.

With my own sister.

I give you my word, afterwards, I'll give myself up.

If you want to get even with him, it's very simple.

Just cooperate with us.

Tell us where to find him.

I'm no stool pigeon.

If you cooperate, the court will take that

into consideration. I don't care what happens to me.

Look, Mr. Ness...

I'm the only one who can lay my hands on that money.

Now you let me out and it's all yours.

Almost $100,000.

I'm not letting you out of here to commit murder.

Okay.

Forget it.

I'll find a way to get out of here myself.

Good luck.

That night about 1:00 a.m., Ness arranged to have Doreen

secretly moved from the Bronx County Jail

to the Women's Detention Center

in Greenwich Village, Manhattan.

Why don't you watch where you're going?

I'm a policeman. Let me see your license.

Your license, mister, and hurry up about it or I'll pull you in.

You gonna tell the judge

what a lousy driver you are?

Quit stalling, or I'll book you for resisting an officer.

Don't talk to me like that.

I have influence in this town.

My wife works for...

Do you have a license or don't you?

Penn Station. There's 20 in it for you. Hurry.

It worked.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Eliot Ness had taken a gamble... the biggest gamble in his life.

If his plan failed, he'd have a lot of answering to do,

but determined to crack this case and knowing no other way,

he played the long shot.

Trains now leaving for New York...

Philadelphia, Harrisburg...

Williamsport... Albany, Buffalo,

Niagara Falls, Newark, and all points west.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Len's got the car outside.

Where we going?

I figured Mexico.

Great to see you, Doreen.

You still love me, Sheik?

Baby, there never was anyone like you, you know that.

Gimme the key.

You'd better give me your gun.

What for?

To cover you.

Just in case.

121...

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You double-crossing floozie.

You led them right to me just to save your own skin.

I wouldn't do a thing like that, Sheik.

I wanted the pleasure of killing you all to myself.

You got your money.

Maybe you can get out on bail.

And so on June 25, 1933, due to the efforts

of Eliot Ness and his Untouchables,

the "Lovebirds" finally ended up in separate cages.

The Untouchables...