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Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Elizabeth
Montgomery,

Harold J. Stone, David White,

and Introducing Paul Picerni
as Untouchable Lee Hobson.

Narrated by Walter Winchell.

In the last weeks of March 1931,

Eliot Ness and his Untouchables

were hitting hard at
the Capone empire.

Every day, gunshots
rattled the concrete

as Ness led his
men in raid after raid.

While prosperity stayed
around the corner for most of us,

it came out and licked the hands

of mobsters,
bootleggers and hoods.

For them, it had been
Rome at its height

under Emperor Al Capone

until Eliot Ness
moved in to clean up.

Each speakeasy
knocked out by Ness,

each brewery put
out of commission,

each Capone man lost
made it more obvious:

Capone's throne was tottering.

It was a first-rate opportunity

for someone with
brains and cunning

to use the battle
to set his own table.

But who had the guts to move in?

There was still a lot of
fight left in the old emperor.

The smart money
was on an Easterner

named Charles "Pops" Felcher.

He had arrived from New
York less than a week ago

with his lawyer Archy Grayson,

but Pops Felcher's reputation
as a topflight mobster

had long preceded him,

and already the underworld
was currying favor at a party given

by the well known Madame Flora

at her establishment in
the suburbs of Chicago.

Shut up!

Shut up, everyone!

Hey, that goes
for the band, too.

From Madame Flora and
her girls to Pops Felcher.

Give it a good pull, Pops.

Pops.

Hey, Archy, throw her over here!

If this is a raid, your
timing stinks, Mr. Ness.

This here is strictly
a private affair.

I've got an invitation.

This is a search warrant.

That's right.

All right, stand clear.

I'm looking for Augie Kleiner.

He ain't here.

Where is he?

You had him in for
questioning five times.

He told you he never
lifted a gun for Al Capone.

What are you hounding
him for anyway?

Where is he?

You're getting paid
to spill beer, Mr. Ness,

not to interrupt
private parties.

Answer the question, punk.

I told you he ain't here.

Drop 'em.

Take them all in.

Something we can
do for you, Mr. Ness?

Who are you?

Archy Grayson, attorney-at-law.

Office hours 9:00 to 5:00.

Thanks, I've got a lawyer.

What brings you to
Chicago, Mr. Felcher?

You need a passport
to come to Chicago?

You've come to
occupy Capone's chair

before it gets a
chance to cool off?

You're jumping to conclusions,
aren't you, Mr. Ness?

If that's what's on
your mind, Felcher,

you'll find it's an
awfully hot seat.

Capone's only round one.

My client doesn't
have to sit here

and listen to your
innuendos, Ness.

That's a great trick.

You can make him talk
without even moving your lips.

Beat it, girlie, the boss is
particular who touches him.

Come on, boys, how
about a little music?

You did good, Rusty,
only don't push so hard.

You have to know your customers.

Mr. Felcher ain't
no patron of the arts.

He's got a wife
around somewheres.

Some guys are like that.

Don't feel bad.

I ain't got no
cause to feel bad.

Like that fellow Mr. Ness
says, it's only round one, ain't it?

Rusty Heller had a
very sensitive pride.

She hated being pushed
around or crossed,

and when she hated,
she found a way to pay off.

Before lawyer Grayson
could earn her interest,

he'd have a small
favor to arrange.

Since Grayson had a
talent for getting things done,

it was the beginning
of a beautiful friendship,

and it left his days free

to build Pops
Felcher's organization.

He acquired hoods
and lieutenants,

bootleggers and organization
men from the East,

and made himself known

to the corruptible elements
in the city government.

It was all timed
to take advantage

of Eliot Ness' all-consuming
war against Al Capone.

If that's all on the
Capone prostitution tie-in,

let's hear what's
new on Pops Felcher.

Not much.

Born in Buffalo, New
York, July 5, 1891.

Photos of his birth
certificate, driver's license.

Started as a small still
operator, moved to New York.

You know the rest, Eliot.

He grew until he gained control

of the entire East Coast
right down to Cuba,

came to Chicago two months ago.

And has one-third of the west
side paying off to him already.

The lawyer Grayson
does the legwork for him,

hangs out at the
Club Mademoiselle.

While Felcher sits on his
growing pile of dirty bank notes

giving us the horselaugh.

If there were just six
more hours in a day...

We could use 12.

We could shake
them up a little anyway.

We haven't time to follow
through with anything big.

At least we can let
them know we're here

and incidentally knock one of
their joints out of commission,

say the Club Mademoiselle.

Why, Mr. Reiner,
you're so interesting

with all your talk
about Mr. Capone.

Shh.

Why, you must be his big brains.

I never said that.

Actually, Mr. Guzik is
in charge of the books.

I'm the one who keeps 'em.

Well, now, where
would a business be

without its keeper of the books?

You're so modest. Shh...

Look, let's, let's not talk
about him anymore, huh?

I-I shouldn't have said
what I said already.

You mean after all this time

you don't trust
your little Rusty?

Well, sure, I trust you.

It's just that I have to...

Telephone for Mr. Reiner.

That's me.

I'm, I'm Reiner.

W-Where's the phone?

In the phone
booth, you silly thing.

Hmm? Where the phone belongs.

Big news, honey.

Mr. Capone's sore the
way Felcher's moving in.

He's going to take action.

What kind of action?

Boom-boom action.

When?

Wonder how they take the
pits out of these cherries.

Rusty.

Hmm?

I got to scram. Me, too?

No, it's, it's business.

Something big?

Big? It's Ness.

The East End
Distillery knocked out

by his second-string team.

The boss is going
to blow his top.

Believe me, Rusty,

I wouldn't do this to you
if it wasn't life and death.

Now, don't you worry
about me, sweet thing.

W-Will you be all right?

I-I don't like leaving
you alone here.

Oh, you're mad as a hatter.

Now kiss me good-bye.

There.

Now you run along, sweet thing.

I'll see you real soon now.

Let's have the rest of it.

When? Where?

"When" is what I'd
like to know, too, honey.

When?

When am I going to be
permitted to meet Mr. Felcher

in the position you
say I have achieved?

I mean as your girl.

I told you as soon as
we find the right time.

I find the right time
every day, honey.

Rusty, don't play with me.

And don't you play
with me, Mr. Lawyer.

Rusty, if there's any
danger, I've got to warn Pops.

Well, then, let me
warn you, sugar.

You'd better keep
your word to me

or you ain't never
going to wipe your hands

on my towels no more.

Don't talk like that.

You know I'm dippy about you.

Ain't you a little
under-equipped

for this muscle stuff, Archy?

Rusty, forget about
us for the moment.

What about Pops?

Is he in danger?

Well, what if he is?

Could be your
golden opportunity.

If he gets knocked off,

you could just walk right
in there and take over.

Didn't you ever think of that?

No.

Why not?

Because I'm getting out soon.

Retiring.

Ha-ha.

Just an ordinary citizen...

in a millionaire way, of course.

As if Pops would
ever let you go.

I'm the one who lets go.

Big talk.

You got it wrong, baby.

I'm the horse, he's the wagon.

Oh, sure.

I've got a couple of
papers stashed away

that makes it like that.

Papers?

What kind of papers?

Someday...

If I decide to endow thee with
all my worldly possessions...

I'll share them with you.

Well, there now.

That is a basis for negotiation,

as all you lawyers say.

Uh, what was it you
were asking me, honey?

Oh, yeah, yeah, uh...
just where and when

is Mr. Capone planning
to punctuate Mr. Felcher?

Well, go on.

It seems to me

that someone mentioned
something about a...

a Turkish bath?

It is Mr. Felcher's habit
to go there about midnight.

Am I right, sugar?

It's past 10:00 now.

I've got to reach him.

The telephone.

Please, it's an emergency!

Let me go.

Mr. Ness?

Let me go!

I've got to talk to you...
Important information.

I'm listening.

It's about Mr. Reiner,
Mr. Capone's Mr. Reiner.

What about him?

Oh, I can't remember with
all this confusion around here.

Maybe you'll remember
better at Headquarters.

No!

No, you're wrong.

Common places like
that give me amnesia

and amnesia leads to
lockjaw in us higher animals.

Didn't you know that?

Why don't you escort me home?

It's just around the corner.

If I don't prove
interesting enough,

you can always call a cop.

Oh, well, looky there.

Anyone ever tell
you you've got a smile

that lights candles in
your eyes, Mr. Ness?

You're liable to see
the burning of Atlanta

in my eyes if you're
pulling a fast one.

Hi, Alice! This
here is Mr. Ness.

He's a very valuable
hunk of Yankee,

so you be good
and fix him a drink,

uh, or something
while I get out of these

nasty high heeled shoes.

You will excuse me, I know.

But I just can't seem to
talk when my feet ache.

Make yourself at home,
honey, I'll only be a sec.

How do you do? Hmm?

Well, how do you do?

Oh, please, hurry up and answer.

Yeah?

Mr. Felcher?

Who wants him?

It's a matter of life and death.

You tell him that.

Who is this?

This is Miss Rusty Heller.

You know a dame
named Rusty Heller?

He's out. Tell me.

It's Archy Grayson's girl.

It's a matter of life
and death I told you!

It's that redhead that
Archy's been romancin'.

Sounds real.

He's on, start talking.

Mr. Felcher?

This is Miss Rusty Heller here.

I want to tip you off.

I heard from certain sources
that Mr. Capone's boys are

going to try and shoot you
up in the Turkish bath tonight.

You remember who warned you:

Rusty Heller.

Say, you ain't the
Mr. Ness, are you?

Guess so.

Well, if that don't beat all.

Thank you, Alice.

You don't mind if
I fix my fingernails

while we talk, do you?

I just don't seem to have time

for things like that lately.

Well, my time's
pretty tight, too.

Oh, yes, of course
it is, I'm sorry.

Now, you want to
know about Mr. Reiner?

Well, he keeps a record of
all of Mr. Capone's business.

Everything that goes in
and everything that goes out.

You're not drinking your drink.

Something wrong with it?

No, it's fine.

Do you know where
Reiner keeps his books?

Only him and
Mr. Capone know that.

I could find out, though.

Would you like me to?

If I can get my hands
on those books...

Here, be a sweet thing and
hold this for a minute, honey.

It makes it so much easier.

Mr. Reiner just
loves to tell me things.

Makes him feel more
masculine or something.

I have that talent with men.

Now, I don't want you to
think I'm bragging or anything,

but the fact is that most
men seem to hear my music.

How come you don't
hear it, Mr. Ness?

I hear it,

only I guess I just don't
dance to that particular tune.

Well, I'm glad.

I like that, I really do.

You think that's funny
if I say I like that? What?

That you don't see me
as a French postcard.

Seems that ever since
I got out of the cocoon,

I've been hitting the
same note in your sex.

I'm pleased that you
are not like the others.

Well, about those
books, Miss Heller...

Oh. Oh, yes.

Those books. Okay.

How much are they
worth to you, Mr. Ness?

In money?

Yankee money.

I'm in no position
to offer you money.

And you're representing

the entire United
States Government?

They don't do business that way.

No love, no money.

Not much incentive.

The whole country'd be grateful.

Oh, no. Now, don't you go

appealing to my sense of
decency 'cause I ain't got any.

It got kicked around so much,

one day, it just
laid down and died.

Those things don't die.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Here, give me that.

You look silly holding it.

Well, it's against my instincts

to give something for nothing.

But you did save me a
trip to the police station.

So that ain't exactly nothing.

I guess I could find out

where those books are for
you without much trouble.

I can be reached at this number.

My...

Wouldn't it be nice
if all you had to do

was just say a number
to truly reach someone?

It'd be a lot easier.

Except some numbers couldn't
get connected anyway, I guess.

That's right.

Well, then you
shouldn't go around

reviving the sense
of decency in people.

And you shouldn't have
such pretty blue eyes.

Mr. Felcher?

That's him.

Archy's girl was right.

Miss Rusty Heller.

Don't expect too much.

He sent for me, didn't he?

Rusty, what's wrong?

Wrong?

Why, nothing's wrong.

Everything's just
lovely. I mean with us.

I got no cause to
complain, honey.

It was nice.

What do you mean "was"?

You're nagging, Archy.

Like a husband.

You ain't my husband.

Is that what you
want, to get married?

The boss has got a
couple of legal loopholes

he wants you to tie, Archy.

Come on.

I'll hold my finger
on the knot, huh?

You make me a favor. Why?

Because I like
where you're going.

And I want to go there with you.

You trying to punish
me or thank me, Pops?

When you like someone,

you want to treat her gentle.

Like this.

You think you're ready
to play big time games?

What do you say?

I say, "Okay."

Rusty had reached her
objective with Pops Felcher

just as Eliot Ness took
a bad backslide with his.

After successfully pulling
off the coup of tapping

the business phone of
Capone Lieutenant Frank Nitti,

the tap had been
discovered before they could

exploit it to its fullest.

One touch of hope was a
telephone call from Rusty.

She had news for him.

They arranged to meet
at Pier 17 on the lakefront.

I found out where Reiner
keeps some of his books.

Good.

You can thank me by
getting rid of Mr. Capone,

the sooner the better.

So your Mr. Felcher
can take over?

You keep up with
all the society news,

don't you?

We'll get him, too.

You be careful now, Mr. Ness.

A bullet's got no sense.

Can't tell a hood from a cop.

Even an Untouchable
ain't puncture-proof, honey.

I appreciate the concern.

You're just a super
boy scout, ain't you?

Do you want to die?

Is that it?

I'm trying to understand you.

Is busting into speakeasies

and breaking up
little, old crap games

really worth risking
your life over?

I'll bet your wife
don't think so.

Well, let's just say, she
married a stubborn guy.

At least if there were a
payoff to match the risk.

How much is Felcher offering?

You interested, Mr. Ness?

Capone can answer that one.

Would you be
interested in double

what Mr. Capone has to offer?

You can tell Felcher for me,

his money's no better than
any other glorified punk's.

That's what he thought.

You're a poor fool, Mr. Ness.

You deserve what you get.

If you want your
books, follow me.

We'll go in my car.

I swear, I can't understand

how you've managed
to stay alive this long.

Gets to be a
habit after a while.

Do you always
trust people like this?

How do you know I'm
taking you where I say I am?

How do you know
this isn't some trap?

You get so you learn to
trust your judgment of people.

You only have to be wrong once.

Just once.

This the floor? Mm-hmm.

What's the room number?

300.

Must be this way.

304.

302.

300.

Mr. Ness?

Could I have a cigarette?

Thanks.

Anybody in there?

Why, what do you mean?

How do I get in?

Oh... I have a key.

Mr. Ness!

It's no use.

He'll be down the fire escape
and into the car by now.

They'll have to have
that wall replastered.

Anybody hurt? No.

Oh, it'll cost 'em $50.

Well, good night.

Well, I guess I'll just
have to tell Mr. Felcher

one of his boys was overanxious.

What do you think
of your judgment

of people now, Mr. Ness?

I was right, wasn't I?

Look...

If I take you to where
those books are for real,

will you do me a favor back?

What?

Don't let me see you no more!

Rusty kept her word this time

and led Ness to Reiner's books.

Ness had them photographed
and sent to Washington.

Out of this and other evidence,

grew the federal
indictment of Al Capone

on the charge of
income tax evasion.

So grateful was Pops Felcher

at Rusty's part in
helping get Capone,

that he overlooked the clumsy
handling of the Ness trap.

He gifted her with a
$25,000 Russian sable coat.

You know,

in the old country you
could buy a big house

with goats, and cattle and cows

and chickens and everything

for what costs that coat. Well,

now I know why I'm glad

Columbus discovered America!

It's Alice's day off.

I guess I'd better answer that.

Hello, there.

I'm Mrs. Charles "Pops" Felcher.

May I come in?

Come on, sheik, mama's
claiming you back.

Pops, you just
can't walk out on me!

Sure, he can.

I'm the one he
can't walk out on.

And he knows why.

I see you did your Christmas
shopping early this year.

I like it... I want it. But...

I want that coat, sheik.

I'll get you another one.

I don't want another one.

I want this one.

No!

I won't give it to her!

It's mine!

I want that coat, Pops!

Take your hands off that fur!

No!

It's mine!

Oh!

It's lovely, darling,

but you really
shouldn't have done it!

You lousy Indian giver!

I'll get even!

I'll see you dead!

I'll... Oh!

You!

You snitched to his wife!

Rusty, I-I couldn't take it.

You and him... I-I
just couldn't take it.

You dirty rat!

Rusty, listen to me.

I love you. I came to
ask you to marry me.

You miserable squealer!

You?

Marry you?

I'd rather walk barefoot
through a snake-pit!

You get out of my sight!

Get out, you lousy stool-pigeon!

Oh, some day...

somehow I'll find a
way to pay you back!

Both of you!

And now back to...

The trial of Al Capone
opened the next day.

The eyes of the
nation were on it.

Although the crimes
he actually perpetrated

made the indictment seem
like a dew drop in the ocean,

it was the only one

the government could
legally make stick.

Ness knew that if
Capone beat this one,

law enforcement would
suffer a drastic loss of prestige.

During the afternoon session,

Ness chose to stay
away from the trial.

The possibility that Capone's
legal brains department

might get him off, haunted him.

He tried to busy himself

with unfinished
chores in his office,

but the tension stayed with him.

Give me a description of Felcher

the way you saw
him at Mme. Flora's.

Five eleven, about 45 years old,

sallow complexion, dark hair,

diamond pinky
ring on the left hand.

That all?

Weighed about 195.

And...

The eyes.

What color were the eyes?

Brown. Almost black.

Right!

Then how come the
description on this driver's license

issued to Charles
Felcher... Eyes... blue?

I'd like to see what
else we can get

from the Buffalo
Police Department.

Let's see a copy of everything
they've got on Charles Felcher.

There's one thing sure...

a man's eyes don't usually
change color in six years.

She ain't here.

And I don't advise you to wait.

If you don't mind, I'd like to.

Don't look so unfriendly.

I only want to talk to her. Yes,

well, every time
you talk to her,

she gets all mixed up.

Maybe you've got
to get all mixed up

before you can get
straightened out.

Oh, is that what you do
for a hobby, save souls?

Not exactly.

You'll drag her down.

All she has to do is be in
the same room with you!

I'll handle this, Alice.

Well, what you doin' here?

I got some news for you.

What?

Prosperity just
around the corner?

It's about Felcher.

I don't know anyone
by that name anymore.

You never did know him, Rusty.

Charles Felcher
died April 6, 1925,

as the result of an automobile
accident in Buffalo, New York.

He what?

With him in the car
were: Archer Grayson,

a lawyer attached to the
Immigration Department

in Washington,

a Greek immigrant
named Alexander Pondos,

and Pondos' American wife.

1925?

That's right.

He died in 1925, and
he was born in 1925.

Now, come on...
Felcher was born again

in the person of
Alexander Pondos.

Felcher is Pondos?

That's right.

Well, he does have an accent.

I checked with Immigration.

There's no record of Pondos'
entry into the United States.

Then what're you talking about?

It wouldn't be hard for a
lawyer attached to Immigration

to lift the records
out of the files.

Mr. Archy Grayson!

Maybe that's when
their partnership began...

Rusty, try and think...

in your association with
either of the two men,

did they ever say anything

that had to do with
what I just told you?

Well...

I remember

Archy said something
about some papers.

What did he say about them?

This is a lot of nonsense.

You're making it
all up, you silly thing!

What did he tell you
about the papers?

I don't like to be touched

unless it means
something, Mr. Ness.

Does it mean something?

I can't help you
this time, honey.

But I'll let you know when
I'm thinking charity again.

Rusty.

Hello, you silly thing.

Have you forgiven me?

Is that why you're here?

Not only are you
forgiven, honey...

but I've thought it all over

and I've decided to
let thee endow me

with all thy worldly
possessions.

Rusty!

I thought you was
gonna marry with Archy.

Only if I can't get those papers

for an engagement present.

I don't think I really have
too much trouble though.

Oh, I don't mean for
you to wipe him out.

Just worked over.

Very, very thoroughly
worked over, the squealer!

All right... I help you out.

All these years

he's got me by those
papers, under his thumb.

Only what happens to the papers?

Why, I hand 'em over
to you, sweet thing...

for $250,000.

That's a quarter of a
million Yankee dollars.

You're turning blue
now, Mr. Felcher.

All right!

I buy them for the price!

Well, good!

Meet us at Mme. Flora's.

You remember, the place

where I first broke your heart?

Archy'll have the papers.

I've already laid
the groundwork.

You'd better get out
of there soon, honey.

I think you're
beginning to melt.

Now, you can't blame
Mr. Capone's friends

for bein' sore.

Letting Mr. Ness find
those books like that.

That was kinda
careless of you, honey.

But Mama's gonna
take care of that.

I've thought of a way for you

to get back in the good
graces of your friends.

How?

Well, Mr. Capone's
friends would like

to stop Mr. Pops
Felcher, wouldn't they?

Sure, if they could find him.

Well, you just leave that to me.

I'm gonna serve him up
to you on a silver platter

with an apple in
his mouth, the pig!

And all it'll cost
you to be a big man

with your friends
again is $100,000.

Rusty had something
for Ness, too.

He came to meet her at
the same spot as before

in response to a telephone call.

Those immigration papers
you were talking about...

they're just a hug
and a kiss away.

Then I was right.

You were right, honey.

And I got big plans for them.

But I'd louse them all up.

I'd be foolish, if
you'd be foolish.

How do you mean?

I know a place,

way up on top of a mountain...

where the air is
so full of moxie

even the statues kiss at night.

The magic only
lasts about 48 hours.

One weekend.

That's all you have to lose,

just one weekend, Mr. Ness.

Sounds nice, but I'm
afraid I'll have to pass it up.

Even if it means those papers?

Okay.

I wasn't packing my bags yet...

it was just a long shot.

I'm sorry, Rusty.

Yeah, well, you lick your
wounds and I'll lick mine.

What about those papers?

Hmm-mm.

I think I've had about enough
of this one-sided charity.

You're losing Santa's little
helper for keeps, Mr. Ness.

Too bad, too.

Because there's gonna be a
big engagement party tonight...

A real noisy gala.

And you just would
have been the life of it!

I wonder if I'd've
had the will power

to turn down a
mountain top with her.

Be worth a lot to her friends,

getting something
like that on us.

You think that's
what she was up to?

Anyway, how'd I
explain it to my wife?

Yeah, she wouldn't
understand that at all.

Better follow her.

She said something
about a big party tonight.

Made it sound important.

Drink it down! Drink it down!

You was made for each other!

Mmm. Come on, honey.

Come on, everybody...
Champagne, everybody!

Come on, to the bride...

Oh, there they go.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

What's that?

Those are our little old
passports to freedom, baby,

not to mention our nest egg.

I promised you I'd
show them to you.

Hey, give me them.

Immigration papers!

Come on, Rus! No!

Rusty! No!

That's my engagement present!

Rusty!

Rusty, come on, Rusty!

You're gonna get
plastered, all of us!

Any of you girls seen Rusty?

Rusty? Oh, what's
wrong with him, huh?

I don't know. Shh.
He might hear.

Rushing around in here,
probably trying to find the bride.

Rusty's timetable was accurate.

No sooner had Pops Felcher
and his boys checked in,

than another car full
of hoods pulled up.

Untouchable Hobson had
trouble recognizing them at first,

then it hit him... Al
Capone's death squad.

Rusty's payment of $100,000
had been arranged by Reiner,

and it was now up to Rusty
to keep her end of the bargain.

Rusty?!

Are you out here, Rusty?

Oh, come on, baby.

Pops and the boys are here

to celebrate our
engagement party!

Rusty?

Okay.

No more, please.

Six years.

Six years, you bleed me.

Six years for a couple
of pieces of paper, huh?

Six years you talk
for me like I'm dummy.

You can have the papers.

You got the papers, Archy?

Yes.

I...

Rusty, give him the pa...

You!

You tricked me!

Squealers don't get
tricked, you silly thing.

They get paid back.

We pay you back now, Archy.

For six years, you talk for me.

Now you take a nice long rest.

No more talk.

You be dummy now.

What are you going to do?

I gonna fix it so you
don't talk no more!

No, Pops! No!

Hello. Ness.

Sounds like a hot guest list.

We'll be right there.

Sorry to duck out like this.

Anything you need you'll
find in the Capone files,

including a ham sandwich.

Thanks. Good luck tomorrow.

It won't take much
to finish him off.

Now, don't do that, honey.

For sentimental reasons.

After all, we were engaged.

At least he didn't
ask for his ring back.

He's no Indian giver
like some people I know.

I ain't mad anymore, though.

You got the money?

It's all there.

Okay.

You cheap little double-crosser!

You try to pay me off, too, huh?

How much you get for
Pops Felcher's life, huh?

100 grand!

That be insult for me!

I bring a half a million.

But I no sore at you, Rusty.

No.

I got great sentiment for you,

like you for Archy, huh?

I don't gonna croak you.

I just want to be sure

no man gonna make kiss-kiss
with pretty baby no more.

The Feds!

Come on. FELCHER: No time!

Come on, girls. Come on.

Mr. Ness?

Oh, Mr. Ness.

Hey, if by some chance...

you and I wind up
at the same place,

we have a date, okay?

Okay.

Is my lipstick still on?

Still on.

Th-Thanks.

The next day, October 24, 1931,

brought a double
victory for Ness.

He heard Judge
James H. Wilkerson

fine Al Capone $50,000,

and sentence him to 11
years in the federal penitentiary.

And later was assured

by the Assistant Federal
District Attorney's Office

that Charles "Pops"
Felcher would be deported

on the evidence of the
papers found on his person.

But what would have
satisfied Rusty Heller the most

was the arrest of
Felcher's American wife.

The charge: possession
of stolen goods.

The goods: a $25,000
Russian sable coat.

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