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Federal officers! Stay where you are!

This is a raid!

It's Ness! Get him!

Keep your hands in the air!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Henry Jones...

Charles McGraw... and Edward Andrews.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

1931 found America and the world

hitting the depths of depression.

Men begged for jobs when there were none to be had.

In the larger cities, bread lines formed

and soup kitchens fed the hungry and the homeless.

Apples were sold on street corners.

But 1931 also saw man soaring to the heights.

The Empire State Building was rising 1,400 feet

to tower above the island of Manhattan.

In Chicago, Eliot Ness and his Untouchables

had cracked the bootleg empire of Al Capone,

only to learn that thousands of gallons of illegal alcohol

were flowing into the city from some mysterious source.

Ness took his problem to Beecher Asbury,

the federal district attorney.

There's enough of this stuff pouring into Chicago

to float the entire Navy.

All top quality, 190-proof pure grain alcohol.

It must be coming from the East Coast.

The name's stamped right on the can:

"Brawley Mills, Brawley, New York."

I took the trouble to have an analysis made.

"Sample submitted: 190-proof, pure grain spirits.

"It was undoubtedly distilled by a reputable manufacturer

"operating under a United States government permit.

"Absence of lethal denaturants is proof

"that it was intended for human consumption.

"Signed A.O. Walters,

"Director Analytical Laboratory,

Public Health Service, Chicago, Illinois."

Capone must have found a way of buying

from some of the big Eastern manufacturers,

probably through middlemen in this area.

Small amounts could be explained

by hijacking or raiding government warehouses,

but nothing like this.

And knowing where the stuff is coming from

is one thing,

putting a stop to it is another.

The only way to dry up a river

is to build a dam at the source.

Most of Capone's stuff comes from New York,

from manufacturers in that area.

Then that's the place to build your dam.

How many men will you need?

I'll take Allison and Rossi.

Excuse me.

Get me the federal district attorney in New York.

I'll tell John Carvell you're coming.

Yes, thank you.

How soon can you leave?

Tell him I'll be there in the morning.

Good luck.

Hello?

Yes, hello, John.

Beecher Asbury here.

In a matter of hours,

Eliot Ness and Agents Allison and Rossi

were on their way to New York.

There, they reported at once to John Carvell,

the Federal District Attorney for Manhattan,

the Bronx and the area on both sides of the Hudson River.

I've had a couple of men compiling a list

of manufacturers in my district,

along with the names of all warehouses licensed and bonded

by the federal government

for storage and transshipment

of alcohol and alcoholic beverages.

This should give us a line on who's buying the stuff in quantity.

What's more important, who's selling it to them.

Hmm. And when you find that out, your toughest job

will be to prove that what they're doing is illegal.

We'll sure try, Mr. Carvell. Thanks for your help.

We'll be in touch.

All right.

Good-bye, Mr. Carvell.

Bye.

Oh, Miss Thompson,

will you get me Beecher Asbury in Chicago, please?

Here's a list for each of us.

Cam, take that area.

Rico, that way.

There were 52 government-bonded warehouses on the list

given to Ness by John Carvell.

For three days the federal agents combed Manhattan,

Brooklyn and the Bronx checking,

questioning, examining.

The last name on Eliot Ness' list

was the Eastside Warehouse and Storage Company,

one of the largest in New York City.

Be glad to show you anything else you want to see.

Good.

The stuff you're looking for is over this way.

We've been busy around here lately.

Stuff's been going through here so fast,

we can't hardly handle it.

Yeah, so I noticed.

Well, there it is.

This stuff being transshipped?

That's right.

When's it move out?

As soon as we get the shipment order.

It's all from Brawley Mills, too, huh?

Yes, sir.

That load I saw going out as I came in,

was that alcohol?

Probably. You got the manifest in your hand there.

Ah, yes, here it is.

5,000 gallons of alcohol from Brawley Mills

to M&M Drug Company, Cleveland, Ohio

via United Trucking Services.

5,000 gallons; it's a lot of alky.

Oh, that's nothing.

I've seen shipments of ten, maybe 20,00 gallons

go through here.

Really? You betcha.

When it comes to booze, brother,

there ain't no depression.

You think this stuff is going to bootleggers?

You're the one who said it, not me.

Somebody has to say it. It might as well be me.

A thorough check of the warehouses

had shown that more than 50% of the alcohol

shipped from the New York area

was manufactured by Brawley Mills,

one of the country's largest and most respected

food-processing firms.

Most of this legally manufactured alcohol

was finding its way into the illegal hands

of the Capone mob.

The next step was to discover if the executives

of the Brawley Mills Company knew or if they cared.

You'll notice every drop of this stuff

is hauled by United Trucking Service.

I noticed that.

And I picked up

some very interesting information on that outfit.

You think this is enough to go on?

Brawley Mills is the biggest company

of its kind in the world.

If you ask me,

they're also the biggest bootleggers.

What'd you start to say about United Trucking?

Well, it's owned by Tommy Hanes,

the most powerful politician in New York City.

Also the most crooked.

He's a political protector

of Johnny Torrio and Lucky Luciano.

The light begin to shine through now?

It sure does.

If they know it or not,

Brawley Mills is doing business

with the top gangsters in the country.

What's our next move?

We play being detective.

Dig up everything you can on United Trucking

and Tommy Hanes.

I'll take a run up to Brawley

in the morning myself.

The following morning, Eliot Ness drove

to Brawley, New York, a small city on the Hudson River

near West Point.

I'm Eliot Ness.

I have an appointment with Mr. Duncan.

Ness' appointment was with the president of Brawley Mills...

His name: E. Carlton Duncan... And the vice president

and general sales manager, Brooks Wells.

Mr. Duncan will be in in a moment.

Fine.

Oh, well, I am sorry to have kept you waiting...

Mr. "Ness."

It's quite all right.

My secretary tells me that you're interested

in checking our alcohol sales procedures, eh?

That's right.

Well, Mr. Wells here, our sales manager,

is more familiar with that phase of our procedure

than I am.

I'm sure he'd be glad to answer any of your questions.

I'll try to be brief.

Investigation shows that large amounts of alcohol manufactured

by Brawley Mills is getting into the hands of Chicago

gangsters and bootleggers.

I was wondering if you'd care to comment.

Well, I can't imagine how.

We certainly...

Brooks, let me answer that question.

Mr. Ness, Brawley Mills products are handled

by more than 350,000

stores and agencies of various kinds.

My interest is confined

to your alcohol customers, Mr. Duncan.

Yes, yes, yes. I was coming to that.

Most of the alcohol we make we use ourselves.

It goes into our food flavors:

vanilla, lemon extract and so forth.

Our federal permit allows us

to sell any excess.

A limited amount goes to certain drug, perfume

and cosmetic dealers, all of them

regular customers of ours. And just how much would you say was a limited

amount, Mr. Duncan?

Hmm. Well, I don't know, without the figures before me.

Perhaps a half a million gallons.

500,000 gallons?

Isn't that a rather large excess,

Mr. Duncan?

It represents a gross of about $5 million.

In the overall volume of sales of Brawley products,

well, that's a very modest amount.

Wouldn't you say so, Brooks?

Yes, I would, Mr. Duncan.

It's not a modest amount when it passes

into the hands of the Capone mob.

$5 million worth of alcohol

becomes $100 million worth of bootleg booze.

I'd still like to know

how they get their hands on it.

Mr. Ness,

what our customers do with our merchandise

after we sell it to them is their business, not ours.

Yes, yes, yes, per... perhaps a certain amount does find its way

into illegal uses.

I wouldn't know about that.

Might be a good thing if I did, eh?

Certainly improve the quality of the liquor

on the market, huh?

Perhaps it'll be simpler

if I ask the federal grand jury

to subpoena the Brawley Mills books.

That way, we can ascertain just who your customers are

and begin the investigation from there.

That won't be necessary, Mr. Ness.

Our books are always open to government examination.

Would it be possible

to bring some government accountants here tomorrow?

Certainly.

I'll tell our comptroller to expect you.

Thank you, Mr. Duncan.

I'll be here first thing in the morning.

Good-bye, Mr. Wells.

Eliot Ness wasted no time.

Taking E. Carlton Duncan at his word,

he returned the following morning with a battery

of government accountants.

Ledger by ledger, the books were examined,

but as Duncan had predicted, everything was in order...

except for one seemingly insignificant item.

Here's a little item that caught my eye.

"10,000 gallons of Brawley Mills alcohol will be delivered

to the Lorelei Perfume Company in Chicago day after tomorrow."

Is that supposed to mean something?

The address is 816 South Halsted Street.

816? Wait a minute.

Didn't we raid that address about a year ago?

We sure did.

It's one of Capone's alky fronts.

Well, let's put a tail on that shipment.

Let's do better than that.

We'll go back to Chicago and arrange a welcome for it.

The following morning, Ness, Rossi and Allison

flew back to Chicago to prepare a reception

for the shipment they knew was on its way.

Shouldn't be much longer.

Look.

That was a Capone truck.

It was Guillermo Torrio, Johnny Torrio's nephew,

sitting next to the driver.

United Trucking Service ought to be pulling in

any minute to meet it.

We'll wait.

Let's move.

We'll wait till they transfer the stuff to the Capone truck.

Saves having to do it ourselves.

Do we bust in? No.

Cam, give it three beeps on the horn.

Might work at that.

Get set.

Federal officers. Stay where you are.

This is a raid.

It's Ness. Get him.

Keep your hands in the air.

Let's move out.

Get moving.

Call police headquarters.

Have them send the morgue wagon. Right.

Bill, you and Rossman take the trucks.

We'll handle the prisoners.

Right.

Come on. You three, let's go!

While Guillermo Torrio lay dead on the floor

of a warehouse at 816 Halsted Street,

his uncle, the man who sent Al Capone to Chicago

was attending a gay birthday party in a private room

at the Club Diablo in New York City.

Guillermo's uncle was the notorious

gangland leader Johnny Torrio.

Everybody, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, everybody, quiet.

We're going to sing the birthday song.

First, I'm going to blow out those 96 candles.

Happy birthday, Johnny.

Oh, go on.

What?

Quiet! Quiet!

Don't nobody sing.

Don't nobody sing till I get back.

I got to answer the telephone.

Get out of my way, will you, guys?

Let's have a party.

Start the conversation.

Guillermo?

You sure?

How'd it happen?

Little Guillermo was only a kid.

Look, look, I-I got to hang up now.

Somebody's going to pay for this.

Somebody's going to pay plenty!

Come down off of there.

What a party!

The following day,

Ness, Allison and Rossi returned to New York.

Ness was certain that the death of Guillermo Torrio

and the capture of $100,000 worth of alcohol

would force the Torrio-Capone syndicate into action.

And this report sums it all up, Mr. Carvell.

Hmm, you stirred up quite a hornet's nest.

Proved our point.

The Torrio-Hanes-Luciano mob is tied up with Brawley Mills.

You know, it's fantastic to think

that a tremendous organization like Brawley

would be affiliated with gangsters.

These are fantastic times, Mr. Carvell.

There's no argument there.

Well, what's next on your program?

I sent Rossi up to Brawley to keep an eye on things up there

while Allison and I work the other side of the street down here.

Just be careful.

Because you're up against an outfit

with powerful political connections.

We'll try not to step on any toes

that don't deserve stepping on.

Good-bye, sir. Good luck.

And now back to...

While Enrico Rossi was working undercover

to find out what he could about the offices of Brawley Mills,

Ness and Cam Allison

had staked out the Royal Arden Hotel,

where Lucky Luciano had his headquarters.

I think the meeting's about to break up.

You see Johnny Torrio?

No. But a couple of the smaller fry

were hanging around like something

very important was on the agenda.

Maybe there is. Look.

I see Torrio.

But who are the other two guys with him?

Must be his bodyguards.

That meeting must be pretty urgent

to bring Johnny Torrio out in daylight.

I'm sure it wasn't a social call.

Maybe what we did in Chicago had something to do with it.

There's one way to find out.

Let's go.

Eliot Ness and Cam Allison

trailed the gangsters from New York

to a road house speakeasy called the Dew Drop Inn

on the outskirts of Brawley.

Not wanting to reveal themselves,

and according to a prearranged plan, they went directly

to Agent Rossi's hotel.

Hello, Eliot.

I followed Duncan and Wells to the spot,

and who do you think just drove up and went in?

I know, Cam and I tailed him from New York.

Stick there, but be careful.

We'll wait for you here.

Right.

That's for my nephew, Guillermo.

That's for 10,000 gallons of alky and two trucks.

Please don't...

That's for tipping off Eliot Ness.

That's enough. No more.

You think I'm stupid?

I wouldn't tell Ness anything.

Ness came to see you, didn't he?

Yeah, yeah, sure, Johnny.

The very next day, he flew out to Chicago, right?

All right, what does that prove?

I'll tell you what it proves!

As soon as he got there he set a trap

of 10,000 gallons of alky

and gunned down my nephew Guillermo.

Yeah, Johnny, we read about Guillermo.

I'm sorry, I'm...

Now, Brooks, you see that we send flowers.

You see that we send lots of flowers.

It's going to take more than flowers.

You must have said something or done something.

No, Johnny, I swear I didn't.

Look, ask Brooks. Brooks was there.

Brooks, did I say anything?

You think I'd take the word of that drunken bum?

The books... it must have been the books.

The books, of course.

You know Ness always goes for the books.

You let him have a look at 'em.

I couldn't help it. He's gonna ask

for a grand jury investigation!

Why you fool... you stupid fool.

Why do you think we let you play big shot?

If we didn't need you to play big shot,

you'd be fishing in a concrete boat.

Look, Johnny, please...

Now you listen to me.

You shut up and you listen good.

First thing you do tomorrow is put back that alky.

For free.

Yeah, sure, sure, Johnny. Anything you say.

Then you pay Haynes ten G for his trucks.

To Guillermo's mama you give 100 grand.

One more thing.

From now on, instead of 150 grand a month

you're going to give us 300 grand.

That's right, 300 grand.

Johnny, I-I can't get any more money.

Already I paid over $30 million

of the company's money.

It's your business to pay and my business to collect.

You know what happens if you don't pay, Aristide?

Yeah.

Sure, Johnny.

I need a little more time to get the rest of the money.

I've only got $150,000 in here.

Vince, take care of it.

Pigs... swine... butchers...

Choke on the money.

Well, if we've got to choke,

I can't think of nothing better to choke on then money.

Can you, boys?

You have the rest of the money by tomorrow.

Martin will stay around to pick it up.

You drunken fool.

You idiot.

Why'd you have to tell them about the books?

What difference does it make?

Could get us both killed.

We're dead anyway.

Where you going?

To get drunk.

Hey.

A double.

Better take it easy, hadn't you, Mr. Wells?

Don't tell me what to do.

Bring me the bottle.

You're the doctor.

There you are, Mr. Wells.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Mind if I sit down, Mr. Wells?

I know you?

We never met.

My name's Angelo... Angelo Fusseli.

Italiano, huh?

That's right.

Max, tell the band to play "Bella Napoli."

Sit down.

Napoli's a beautiful city.

You're from Napoli, huh?

Are you Italian, too?

Shh.

With a name like Wells?

Names can be changed.

Have a drink.

But everybody in Brawley knows you as Brooks Wells.

Sure, Brooks Wells, big shot vice president.

Lots of money, lots of friends.

You want to know something?

It's all a lie.

Big lie.

Anything the matter, Mr. Wells?

Can't a man get a little drunk

without something being the matter?

Sure, he can.

Give me a shot of bourbon. Angelo, my friend...

you need a drink... a big drink.

Who's the guy with Brooks Wells?

I don't know. I never saw him before.

Oh, I'm drunk, paisano.

Believe me, I'm drunk.

I want to stay this way

till I don't feel anything anymore.

If there's anything I can do...

There's nothing anybody can do.

They're too big, too powerful.

Did you ever see a grown man whipped, slapped...

humiliated, degraded?

Thieves, butchers,

murderers, that's what they are.

And the biggest thief, the biggest butcher

is that Torrio.

I'll bust you, Torrio.

I'll bust you, Torrio.

Mr. Wells? He's drunk.

We better put him in a cab.

You know where he lives?

Yeah, a big white house a couple of blocks down the street.

Help me take him outside.

Easy does it, Mr. Wells.

Vince, let me talk to Johnny right away.

I'll bust ya! I'll bust ya...!

That Torrio... is a butcher.

I'll bust you, Torrio.

I'll bust you, Torrio.

Hello, Johnny.

Now listen, Wells was talking to one of Ness' men.

Yeah, yeah, his name was Rossi.

Sure, I'm sure. I recognized him from Chicago.

That drunken jerk was blabbing his head off.

Yelling and cursing your name all over the place.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, Johnny.

Rossi went at once to report to Ness

on the results of his encounter with Brooks Wells.

And he was just opening up on the subject of Johnny Torrio

when he passed out.

Sounds like a real alcoholic.

If he is, he should be easy to break down under questioning.

I think it's worth a try.

This could be the break we're looking for.

Let's pick him up, now.

Torrio... Butcher...

I swear...

Hold it.

The Untouchables were a moment too late.

All of the answers to Ness' questions

had gone down the drain with Brooks Wells' blood.

The brutal gang-style murder

of the Brawley Mills executive

had established a connection between the huge corporation

and the crime syndicate beyond doubt.

But any possibility of early proof

had been eliminated along with Brooks Wells.

One thing is certain... Wells was not his real name.

He spoke Italian too well.

Like a native.

There's nothing in the files under the name of Brooks Wells.

It's hard to believe a man in his position

was a criminal.

He sure died like one.

Whatever his name was, if he was ever booked anywhere

his fingerprints will be on file

in Washington.

While waiting for the report,

I think I'll try E. Carlton Duncan again.

Maybe the shock of what happened to Wells

will make him more cooperative.

Leaving Allison and Rossi to await

the fingerprint report from Washington,

Ness drove alone to Brawley.

At almost the same hour...

E. Carlton Duncan delivered the penalty payments

to the Dew Drop Inn in person

as he had been ordered by Johnny Torrio.

Everything in there?

Take care of Haynes?

Guillermo's mama?

Alky shipped?

I asked if the alky was shipped.

Yeah, yeah, sure, Johnny.

Okay, we go.

There you are, Vince.

Johnny. Uh... Uh... please,

before you go, why?

Why did they do that to Brooks?

You ask me a straight question, I give you a straight answer.

He asked for it, and he got it.

Why? What did he do?

He was a drunken bum.

Sooner or later a bum who knows too much begins to talk.

This one talked to one of Ness' men,

so now the score is even.

And don't you forget, you cost me a nephew.

Johnny... it was an accident.

I said the score was even. Now, that's a warning.

Oh...

Now you don't have to worry about me, Johnny.

Haven't I proven to you that I'm loyal?

Do-Don't I always take good care of you and the other principals?

Yeah, sure, you take good care of us...

or we'll take care of you, right, Vince?

So long as you do as you're told,

come up with the dough on time, keep your mouth shut,

we'll get along fine.

Won't we... Aristide?

When Duncan returned to his office at Brawley Mills,

he found Eliot Ness waiting.

Mr. Duncan, Mr. Ness is waiting to see you.

Well, I don't want to see him.

Get rid of him.

Yes, sir.

I'll try not to take too much of your valuable time, Mr. Duncan.

All right, Miss Evans.

I have no information to give you, Mr. Ness.

Well, perhaps I have some to give you.

Please be brief.

The vice president of this organization was killed by gangsters.

Do you know why?

Of course not.

I've already told the local police everything I know.

Have you, Mr. Duncan?

What do you mean by that?

And how does this concern you?

Murder is not a federal matter.

It is when a conspiracy exists to violate the Volstead Act.

Did you know that Brooks Wells is not his real name?

That he was associated with Johnny Torrio?

That's absurd.

Wells was rubbed out, Mr. Duncan,

because he knew too much and was ready to talk.

Whoever had him silenced silenced him too late.

Now you're going to have to explain to a federal grand jury

why Brawley Mills is selling alcohol to bootleggers.

And why company executives are consorting

with known gangsters like Johnny Torrio.

That's outrageous.

You've no proof of such an accusation.

I'm going to friends in Washington.

They'll break you, Ness.

You can't threaten me and get away with it.

It's not a threat, Mr. Duncan...

it's more like a promise.

Good day, sir.

E. Carlton Duncan wasted no time.

He went immediately to the Dew Drop Inn

for another conference with Johnny Torrio.

You have got to believe me.

You've got to believe me,

I see the handwriting on the wall.

This whole business is beginning to tick like a time bomb.

It's getting ready to blow right up in our faces.

Why? Why should it blow up in our faces?

Because I think that Ness has found out about Brooks.

And if he's found out about Brooks,

he's going to find out about me.

Ness couldn't have found no record on you or Brooks, 'cause there ain't none.

Tommy Haynes took care of that a long time ago.

Then how did he know about Brooks? Answer me that.

Ness was bluffing.

It's just one of his tricks.

No, no, no, no, he isn't. He suspects the truth.

He's going to keep on until he gets it.

Well, what do you want we should do about it?

I want to quit... disappear.

Why?

Why should you want to run?

You're a big man, president of a big company,

Got a big office, a big house.

I got nothing.

I've been running this thing for you for five years,

and what have I gotten out of it? Not a dime.

What do you want, I should have tears in my eyes?

Okay, I got tears in my eyes.

No, I don't want any sympathy.

I just want one simple favor.

Let me grab a few hundred thousand for myself

and disappear.

That... th-that's not too much to ask

after all I've done for you, for all of you.

Please, Johnny.

I'm begging.

The answer's no.

All right.

Then I'm through with you.

I'm through with all of you.

I'm through with you and Haynes and Capone.

I'm going to go to the grand jury,

and I'm going to tell them everything.

I'll name names until the record looks like the city directory.

Why, you lousy punk. You open your mouth

and you'll never live long enough to close it.

You'll get the same as Wells, but quick.

No, no, Johnny, no.

Now you listen and listen good,

'cause I'm only gonna say it once.

Before we close the door on this party,

you're gonna do one more job for us.

Anything you say, Johnny.

I say one million bucks.

One million?

That's impossible.

I, I could never get away with it.

Nothing is impossible for a big man like you.

Well, wha-what about Ness?

We'll take care of Ness.

That's a promise.

This ain't Chicago.

I'll need time to get that much money.

Sure, take all the time you want.

Take 24 hours.

Have that dough here tomorrow night.

I'll do my best.

Vince... keep an eye on him. He may run.

The following morning, Eliot Ness was summoned

to the federal district attorney's office

and found that the strange case of Brawley Mills

had broken wide open.

Word had just been received from Washington

that fingerprints taken from the murdered Brooks Wells

matched those of a convicted swindler

whose name was Demos Brittano.

Demos Brittano.

Now we're getting somewhere.

"Convicted 1916: embezzlement.

"Convicted of same crime at same time

"as brother Aristide Brittano.

For full information, see New York City Police."

Thanks, Mr. Carvell.

Ness rushed to New York Police Headquarters,

where he was to receive a temporary setback.

The names of the Brittano brothers

and the date of their arrest were indexed,

but all records,

including their rogues gallery photographs,

had been removed from the files.

Someone used a lot of political influence

to get that job done.

Tommy Hanes?

Could be.

There's still one place you can check.

Where's that? The Tombs Prison.

The Brittanos must have spent some time there,

even if it was only while they were waiting

to put up bail.

It's worth a check. Thanks.

You're welcome.

At the New York County Jail,

known throughout the world as "The Tombs,"

Ness met Deputy Warden Charles Carroll,

who had a strong recollection

of the older Brittano brother called "Aristide."

Ah, sure, Aristide served his time here;

four years.

You see, he was a stool pigeon for the district attorney.

That's why they never sent him off to Sing-Sing or Dannemora.

You know a place like this

is a lot easier on the con

than a state prison.

What about his brother Demos?

Well, now he spent about a month here

as I recall.

You see, Aristide took the rap

for both of them when he pleaded guilty.

Now this is the record room we're looking for.

You know, I remember one time...

Let me see... back in 1916,

in 1917 I think it was.

They put a guy in with Aristide.

They wanted to see if Aristide'd get him

to open up and talk, you know. Mm-hmm.

Ah, he was too smart for him.

You know, Brittano couldn't get a word out of him?

Who was the man?

Johnny Torrio.

Mind you, this was before he went on

to become a big-time hoodlum.

There. Here we are.

This is Demos Brittano?

That's right.

This is Aristide Brittano.

This should clinch it.

E. Carlton Duncan, Aristide Brittano are one and the same.

Well, you know, you can borrow those

if you want to.

Thanks.

With final proof of E. Carlton Duncan's identity

in their hands,

Ness and the Untouchables drove immediately

to the Brawley Mills,

only to be informed that Duncan had gone to his home.

Mr. Duncan,

I have a federal warrant for your arrest.

Are you going somewhere, Mr. Duncan?

I have nothing to say until I consult my attorney.

Very well.

Does this money belong to you or the company?

I have nothing to say until I consult my attorney.

When you consult your attorney, Mr. Duncan...

I suggest you use your right name:

Aristide Brittano.

Okay.

All right, Mr. Ness...

I'll tell you whatever you want to know.

I am Aristide Brittano.

And Brooks Wells was your brother Demos.

He was.

This money, were you paying blackmail?

Yes, but I want you to know that I bought control

of Brawley Mills with my own money,

and I made money for the stockholders.

I'm a good businessman.

How much have you stolen from the stockholders

for Johnny Torrio and the syndicate?

That was a mistake.

That was all a terrible mistake.

You see, I went to him to sell the alcohol.

Well, he helped me sell quite a lot of it.

Only trouble was he knew about my record;

who I really was.

And he's been blackmailing you ever since.

Yes, he, Tommy Hanes, Capone, my principals.

My beloved principals.

Between them, they've taken nearly $30 million from me.

You mean from Brawley Mills.

Yes, from Brawley Mills.

Mr. Brittano... Please, call me "Duncan."

I'm used to that name.

You realize you're going to prison,

possibly for a long time?

Yes.

If you're willing to testify for the government

against Torrio and Hanes...

Testify? I-I couldn't testify against them.

They'd kill me first.

Mr. Ness, I-I couldn't do it.

You'd be protected; guarded day and night.

You could never protect me against them.

You have no alternative.

Mr. Duncan, it's your only choice.

Only choice.

All right, Mr. Ness.

Now, Torrio says not to miss.

We're to get 'em all: Ness, Duncan, all.

Cam, check the suitcases while I call Carvell.

New York City Federal District Attorney John Carvell.

No, no, his residence.

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E. Carlton Duncan, born "Aristide Brittano,"

never lived to testify against his principals.

His death ended

one of the most notorious swindles of modern time.

But Eliot Ness had accomplished

what he set out to do.

He ended the supply of illegal alcohol

going from the East to the Capone mob in Chicago,

and he saved Brawley Mills from bankruptcy

by stopping the fantastic drainage of its assets...

A drainage that exceeded $30 million.

The Untouchables.