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You got the stuff, Legs.

What do you want with me?

I'm just a delivery boy.

Unpack the crates, put the stuff in my car.

Throw what's left in the truck and burn it.

Not my truck, please, Legs.

That's all I got!

Don't burn it, please!

You ain't gonna be needing your truck, Moxie.

I never hurt you.

You're not gonna kill me, are you, Legs?

No, I ain't gonna hurt you.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Stephen Hill, Norma Crane,

and Suzanne Storrs.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

By 1931, the country's "Era of Wonderful Nonsense"

was over.

The great depression was steadily sinking

its fangs deeper into the nation's economic life

with each passing day.

Unaffected by the growing unemployment, gangster-owned

and operated speakeasies and nightclubs

continued to flourish.

Prohibition had spawned a new mobster aristocracy.

Hoodlums with money had become knights of the submachine gun.

One such prominent mobster was Jack "Legs" Diamond,

known to the mobs as the "Clay Pigeon"

because of the great number of times

he had been shot at and survived.

Legs had a wife, but most of his time now

was spent in the company of Dawn Dolan,

young and glamorous nightclub canary.

How about a couple of quick poses, Miss Dolan?

You, too, Mr. Diamond.

Just one more.

No, forget it. We got to get back to town.

Thank you very much, Mr. Diamond.

Get down, baby! Get down!

Legs? Legs?

It's all right, baby. It's all right.

Oh, Legs, I'm so frightened!

Shh... Don't worry, it's over now.

It's not over. It'll never be over.

Oh, come on now, baby. Take it easy.

We walked away from it, didn't we?

This time we did, but next time we won't be so lucky.

You still love me?

You know I do.

Anything that happens to you, happens to me.

From now on, nothing but good's

going to happen to both of us.

Promise me something, please?

Find out who it is that's trying to kill you.

Talk to them and try to make peace.

I already know who it is.

All I gotta find out now is why.

Once again, the luck of Legs Diamond,

the "Clay Pigeon," had held,

while that of a 19-year-old boy had run out.

After leaving Dawn Dolan at the Hotsey Totsey Club,

Legs Diamond drove directly to the apartment of the man

whose bodyguard he had once been, and whose friendship

had raised him into the ranks of New York's gangster elite.

The gambler and behind-the-scenes racketeer,

Oscar Benjamin,

financier to the underworld,

and known to every hoodlum from Brooklyn to the Bronx

as the "Man Uptown."

In Gangster Benjamin's elegant card room,

the usual high-stakes poker game was in progress.

Seated around the table were the men who were responsible

for a major portion of New York's big time rackets.

Big Bill Swinney, now shifting his greedy interest

from beer and bail bonds to narcotics,

Dutch Schultz, beer baron and king of the rackets

in Harlem and the Bronx,

and Lucky Luciano, rapidly building an empire

on prostitution, dope and gambling.

Hi, Legs.

Hey, Diamond, how are you?

How are all the little ladies, huh?

Pull up a chair, Legs.

Not tonight, Bennie.

Anybody here surprised to see me?

Should we be?

I think so.

It seems I was scheduled

to take on a little extra weight tonight,

about two pounds of lead from a sawed-off shotgun.

You mean they missed?

They ought to call you "Lucky" instead of "Legs."

Legs makes his own luck.

He's got a pair of pins that always take him out of trouble

Right, Legs?

Me, I'd rather have luck.

Sooner or later, the legs, they give out.

Sooner or later, the luck does, too.

And sooner or later, I get tired of playing "Clay Pigeon."

I want to know why somebody set me up.

Maybe it could be a warning.

Yeah, there's a lot of warning

in a blast of buckshot, huh, Bennie?

Okay, I been warned.

What against?

Publicity, Legs.

It's all that publicity you've been getting.

It's bad.

The boys feel, and I do, too,

that this is the wrong time to be calling attention

to ourselves. Who calls attention?

I get around. What's wrong with that?

The newspapers got to have somebody to write about.

So let 'em.

But from now on, it's got to be somebody else.

What's the matter? You're jealous I get

my picture in the paper a few times?

The kind of publicity you've been getting, Diamond,

can hurt a project that we're all interested in.

All right, let's cut the fancy talk.

You're a hog, Diamond.

A hog about women, a hog about publicity.

You like so much to get your picture in the paper,

maybe we can fix it up for you to get a big spread.

Back on the obituary page.

Bill's right, Legs.

We've got to be careful because of the new project.

Anything that draws attention to you,

draws attention to us.

And that's not good.

Okay, so it stops. Then what?

Well, then we got something for you to do.

Such as?

Retire. Retire?

That's right.

You sit on the sidelines for a while, you cool off.

You got a lovely place

in the Catskills. My wife lives there.

So what?

There's no law against a man living with his wife.

I'm afraid that's the way it's got to be, Legs.

The new project comes ahead of everything else.

I'm sure Alice will be glad to see you.

Bennie... Oh, sure.

Maybe you ought to open up a little shop,

a little trade in hard cider.

Bennie, I... Look at it this way, Legs,

your luck still holds.

Be grateful you're walking out of the rackets

instead of... being carried out.

Bennie...

Bennie, I...

I think Legs has seen the light.

He'll behave.

Care to make a bet?

Hey, what about Legs' piece of this project, does he get it?

I vote we write him out.

Now, wait a minute.

Legs set up the European end of the operation.

If those stupid gunsels had done their job,

there wouldn't be a problem.

I told you before,

that's not the way to handle Legs.

All right! All right!

If he keeps his nose clean,

stays out of the newspapers,

we throw him a bone, okay?

Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Who deals?

The project which Legs Diamond had been jeopardizing

by his fondness for publicity was a master plan

for smuggling dope into the country

in unparalleled quantities.

Reports from the cooperative Greek government in Athens

that such a plan was already in operation

alarmed federal officers.

Eliot Ness and his Untouchables were ordered to the East Coast

to aid in combating the threatened traffic.

I can give you the problem in a single word: dope.

A multimillion dollar operation.

Any names to go with the pictures?

Some big ones, it took money to set up this deal.

Here's the picture Washington gave me:

two years ago, Legs Diamond made a trip to Greece.

When he was there he made a deal with the Esotopolis Brothers,

two of Europe's top smugglers.

They agreed to furnish all the morphine and heroin

the Lucky Luciano-Bill Swinney mob could possibly use.

That's a big order.

Where will the Esotopolis Brothers

get their supply? Turkey and the Near East.

From there, they smuggle it into Greece

and onto ships bound for America.

But dope has always been penny-ante stuff, Eliot.

Why should gangster money want to move in now?

Won't be penny-ante stuff any longer.

The market's getting bigger every day.

As long as there's an illegal demand,

you can make book the mob will come up with an illegal supply.

Where do we start from?

The waterfronts.

East side, West side, all around the town,

with Newark and Brooklyn thrown in,

and particular attention to Greek ships.

Say, anyone see this?

Somebody tried to knock off Legs Diamond last night.

Ness and the Untouchables reported at once

to John Carvell, United States Attorney

for the Southern District of New York.

This is going to be a tough one, Eliot.

I think you may need some help.

We can always use that.

Well, we have a young customs officer

working the East River Docks undercover.

Speaks Greek like a native.

That could be useful. When can I meet him?

I'll set it up. It may take a day or two.

His name is Spiros.

Dimitrious Spiros.

He's a good man.

Eliot Ness planned his campaign

against the dope ring in the same manner

he had operated against Al Capone's liquor syndicate.

His Untouchables were spotted in key,

undercover locations around the great harbor.

Rossi appeared in Newark as an unemployed stevedore,

Youngfellow was a sailor without a ship,

and Hobson moved about as a port fireman.

As soon as John Carvell made the necessary arrangements,

Ness went himself to meet with Dimitrious Spiros,

the undercover agent operating on the East River Docks.

Mr. Ness?

Mr. Ness?

Dimitrious.

You picked quite a spot.

I didn't want to break my cover.

Mr. Carvell said you might help us.

That's why I'm here.

What can I do, Mr. Ness?

Here's the problem:

three Greek ships are arriving this week.

The S.S. Alcibiades is due tomorrow,

the S.S. Rokas and the Korinthos a day or two later.

We've had a tip from the Greek authorities

there's a $5 million shipment of dope on one of those boats.

Whew! That's a big bundle.

We need someone who can slip on board and locate the stuff.

Well, getting on board is no problem,

but finding the stuff will be like

looking for a needle in a bale of hay.

I'm afraid there are no shortcuts.

By checking and double-checking,

we've cut the list of shippers who might be

fronting for the ring down to these.

Check them out first, you might get lucky.

If luck is all that's needed, we're in.

My father was the seventh son of a seventh son.

He could take one look at a basket of oysters

and point to the one with a pearl in it.

I hope that some of that rubbed off on you.

This is one way to find out.

If you locate the stuff, just mark it.

We want to trace it from the dock to wherever

it's going.

You're going to let $5 million worth of dope come ashore?

It's a calculated risk, but it's worth it.

We're not after the little guys, the pushers or the punks.

We want the big boys, the ones who have set up this deal.

Well, it's your neck, Mr. Ness.

I hope you realize

how far you're sticking it out.

Hello.

While Dimitrious Spiros was carefully searching

the holds of the three Greek freighters

for the $5 million drug shipment,

Eliot Ness and the Untouchables concentrated

upon the laborious task of checking the cargo manifests.

I picked up something interesting over in Newark.

The guys who tried to rub out Legs Diamond

were working for Big Bill Swinney.

That puts Mr. Swinney right in the middle of it.

And if Swinney's in, that means Luciano's in, too.

Well, knowing who we're after helps,

but catching them with the stuff...

That's the tough part.

Maybe not, if Dimitrious comes through.

Hey, listen to this:

"What well-known man-about-town has left the arms

"of what well-known nightclub beauty

"to return to the arms of his wife

because country air is suddenly healthier?"

That must be Diamond.

You're probably right.

What I can't figure is the connection

between trying to kill him night before last

and sending him to the country today.

Ness speaking.

I found the stuff, Mr. Ness.

It's on the Korinthos.

Yes, it's the Number Four Hold.

The night shift is unloading it now.

Good work, Dimitrious!

Now, did you mark the stuff so we can spot it in the dark?

Yes. It's already marked with a big "D" for Dimitrious.

I'm on the pier now.

I'm going to put another "D" on the truck that picks it up.

How soon can you get down here, huh?

Wait there on the dock for us.

We'll be there in 15 minutes.

Dimitrious has come through.

They're unloading the stuff at Pier 9.

I don't like it.

Dimitrious should have been here half an hour ago.

Let's check the trucks, see if he marked any.

I'll check the trucks. You take a took outside.

He's not outside.

No sign of Dimitrious, no "D" chalked on any truck.

Something's gone wrong.

Bill, keep covering the pier;

take down the license numbers of any trucks that move off it.

Right. We'll hit the ship.

Forward.

I told you, Number Four Hold has been unloaded.

Look, see for yourselves, there is nothing!

We know this man was aboard the ship,

we have reason to believe he's still aboard.

Then where would he be?

Mind if I look over the ship?

Go ahead.

This was the man?

Yeah... this was the man.

The murder of Dimitrious Spiros

meant that Ness' calculated risk had backfired,

$5 million worth of narcotics

had entered the country undetected,

and Ness' hope for a quick smashing of the dope ring

had died with Dimitrious

in the Number Four Hold of the S.S. Korinthos.

I know how you feel, Eliot, but don't take it out on me.

I'm sorry, Rico...

That's all right. Forget it.

Let's get a shower.

Well, I know how you must feel.

We're right back where we started from.

Not necessarily. We know a few things we didn't know before.

We know the stuff is in the country

and we know the names of those trying to get it.

We can't include Legs Diamond with the others.

Don't forget they've chased him to his place in the mountains.

I know.

Rico, you and I are going to take a little trip.

To the Catskills?

Maybe we do a little fishing while we're there?

The only fishing I want to do is to stir up the mud

at the bottom of the lake and see what floats to the top.

Banishment to the mountain greenery

wasn't easy for Legs Diamond to accept.

He missed the bright lights and the bowing waiters;

he missed the publicity...

But most of all he missed Dawn Dolan.

But not Alice, his wife... A former carnival entertainer...

Now seeking to compensate for the emptiness in her life

by filling the house with gadgets

and herself with liquor.

Come on, honey, have a little drink.

Maybe you won't feel so restless.

I don't want a drink.

It's the middle of the day.

You ought to be dressed.

I am dressed.

I've got my earrings on.

You shouldn't be slopping that stuff up either.

Well, a girl's got to keep up her spirits some way.

You haven't been a girl in ten years.

Well, I was once...

and I used to be real pretty, too.

That was before you started lapping up the booze. Now you're a slob.

Tell me, Legs, is it just being away from town

that makes you so unpleasant, or is it being away from her?

Shut up.

If it's just being away from Dawn...

maybe we can have her up here for a weekend, huh?

I said shut up.

I told you never to mention her name.

Dawn!

Dawn! Dawn! Dawn!

I'll mention her name any time I please!

What is she... some kind of goddess or something?

Oh, you would love to use that gun, wouldn't you, Legs?

Love to!

Well, go ahead... Go ahead, use the gun!

Why don't you?

Come on, go ahead and use that gun!

Why don't you...?

Fix your face. Answer the door.

Hello.

Eliot Ness.

Uh... uh... this is, uh, Mr. Ness.

We're Federal Agents.

My name's Ness and this is Agent Rossi.

Can you spare us a few minutes, Mr. Diamond?

If you could bottle time the way they do cider,

a man could get rich.

Have a drink.

No, thanks.

We'd like to check a few facts with you if you don't mind.

Yeah, sure, go right ahead.

What is it, an income tax beef?

Not this time.

Uh... are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?

No...

well, I think I'll just have a short one.

Oh, you go right ahead.

This file here indicates you left for England

rather hurriedly two years ago

after that shooting at the Hotsey Totsey Club.

Self-defense.

The case didn't even come to trial.

Yes, I know.

It's all right down here.

I understand that you cut quite a figure in England.

Did I?

Oh, yes. The police were calling you "Cunning Jack."

That was before they threw you out.

Is that what they did?

After that, you went to Germany.

When they threw you out there, you went to Greece,

where Lucky Luciano put you in touch

with a family of cutthroats called Esotopolis.

Is this what the government pays you for, Ness...

Making up little travel brochures?

No, it pays me to investigate things,

like the smuggling of narcotics into the country.

Does that subject interest you?

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

Oh, yes, you do.

How'd you like to fill us in on your arrangement

with the Esotopolis Brothers?

Get out of here!

Don't let them make you sore, honey.

Who do you think you are

coming in here with your corny act?

You're not in Chicago, Ness, knocking over beer parlors.

This is New York.

I know I'm just a country boy, Legs,

but I'll soon get the hang of things.

Tell me, is this the "New York" way...

The way Luciano and Swinney are treating you?

What do you mean by that?

He's just needling you...

I've been needled by experts.

Go ahead, Capone-catcher, tell me more.

I don't have to tell you, Legs.

Didn't the big boys use your plan

to organize the dope racket?

Didn't they try to blast you out with buckshot?

When that failed, they scared you into retiring up here?

Nobody scares Legs Diamond into anything.

You're here, they're there.

Or hasn't anyone told you... The first big shipment

came in two days ago on the S.S. Korinthos.

What's that to me?

When the stuff's cut, it will retail

for around five million... That's a lot of money.

And that's a lot of bull.

What's your share going to be, Legs?

Are they going to toss you a bone,

or deal you out entirely?

You're wasting your breath and my time, Ness.

Take off.

From the way it looks, Legs,

you're going to have a lot more time on your hands

than you know what to do with.

It's an old trick, honey.

He's just trying to push you into doing something foolish.

One thing I'm not doing is falling for a double-cross.

If that ship's in and the stuff's on it, I'll find out quick.

Hello, Operator?

This is Acra 3.

Would you please get me New York City, Canal 7-0418?

They got the wrong patsy this time.

Hello, Eddie?

I'm coming into town.

Yeah.

Right away.

Wanna do something nice for your husband?

What?

Come here.

Well, we've been waiting here three hours.

You still think he'll make a move?

If he knows where the stuff's hidden,

he might be sore enough to lead us to it.

Eliot, look.

This could be our boy.

Well, fancy meeting you fellas here.

You followin' me?

I ought to call a cop!

You like playing these little jokes, Mrs. Diamond?

Ooh, I love it!

I do it all the time.

Well, next time, it might not be so funny.

You got the stuff, Legs.

What do you want with me?

I'm only a delivery boy.

I run errands for Lucky and Bill.

You were in on the double-cross, too.

You forgot I knew where the stuff was stashed.

No, Legs, honest.

I only did what Bill and Lucky told me.

I'm just a punk, Legs.

You know I don't make no decisions on my own.

Unpack the crates, put the stuff in my car.

Throw what's left in the truck and burn it.

Not my truck.

Please, Legs! That's all I got!

Don't burn it, please!

You ain't gonna be needin' your truck, Moxie.

Why not, Legs?

I never hurt you.

You're not gonna kill me, are you, Legs?

No.

I ain't gonna hurt you.

Excuse me, Eliot.

Thanks, Rico.

It all fits, Lieutenant.

Moxie's truck picked up a shipment of drugs last night.

Legs caught up with Moxie

before he could dispose of it.

You figure Legs disposed of Moxie

because he smelled a double-cross?

Something like that. You want to pick him up?

If this man here can make a positive identification,

we got a case.

Then you're gonna pick him up?

It's worth a try.

If we get to Diamond before he can rig an alibi,

maybe we can make the charge stick.

Good luck.

I'll take our witness down to headquarters. Good.

Rico?

♪ Mean to me ♪

♪ Why must you be mean to me? ♪

♪ Gee, honey, it seems to me ♪

♪ You love to see me crying ♪

♪ I don't know why I stay home ♪

♪ Each night when you say you'll phone ♪

♪ You don't, and I'm left alone ♪

♪ Singing the blues and sighing... ♪

You here to see Dawn?

I'm her mother.

You didn't have to tell me.

You noticed the resemblance?

How could I miss it?

Look, Mister...? Ness.

If you're here to make like a stage-door Johnny, forget it.

Her boyfriend gets real jealous.

I'm not here to see your daughter, Mrs. Dolan.

I'm here to see her boyfriend.

Ness?

Are you Eliot Ness, the cop?

That's right.

Well, look, Mr. Ness, if Legs is in trouble,

it's got nothing to do with my daughter.

I didn't say it did.

My little girl is 100% clean.

I've seen to that.

I worked like a slave putting her where she is today.

And where is she, Mrs. Dolan?

Where is she?

She's out there... a star,

with everything a girl could want.

Shoes, furs, dresses, jewels.

Why, she don't have to wear the same dress twice

the year round, if she doesn't want to.

She's also got a married gangster and a murderer

for a boyfriend and she may not have him long.

♪ Can't you see ♪

♪ What you mean to me? ♪

Miss Dolan, I'm... Eliot Ness, a fed.

He wants to see Legs.

I would also like to see you, Miss Dolan.

Don't let him talk you

into going to Sunday School, honey.

He's a real blue-nose.

Mama, go get me some coffee.

Legs isn't here, Mr. Ness.

You probably know as much about his whereabouts as I do.

Possibly, but we both know that, sooner or later,

he always turns up here.

So what? He owns the place, doesn't he?

Does he also own you, Miss Dolan?

It's no secret.

Mr. Ness, I don't wish to discuss my private life.

I'm afraid it's going to be public very soon.

Miss Dolan, I don't generally give lectures,

but I hate to see anyone with your beauty and talent

mixed up with a man like Diamond.

Is that cricket, Ness?

Running me down behind my back?

I'll be glad to repeat everything I've said, Legs.

Words, sticks and stones,

they roll off me like raindrops off a goose.

Let's see how these roll off:

I'm here to arrest you for the murder of Moxie Harris.

Come off it, Ness.

You start that stuff, you'll wind up looking real silly.

Not too silly.

We've a witness who's placed you at the scene.

And I've got an airtight alibi.

Honey, tell him I was here all the time.

She'll swear to it, won't you baby?

Of course I will.

You'll swear to that under oath

knowing that tonight he murdered a man in cold blood?

You heard her.

Now book me or beat it.

I'm waiting, Miss Dolan.

Tell him, honey.

He's hard of hearing.

Yes, I will.

You satisfied, copper?

Not quite.

You cops get real brave when you're hiding behind a badge.

I'll make you a standing offer, Diamond...

You get out from behind your girlfriend's skirts

and I'll get out from behind the badge.

Sleep well, Miss Dolan.

And now back to The Untouchables.

Eliot Ness knew that Legs Diamond's hijacking

of the multimillion dollar dope shipment

would bring the kingpins of the dope ring running.

He and Rico Rossi staked out at the Hotsey Totsey Club

to await developments.

There they go... a nice friendly looking foursome.

Why don't we just go in

and grab the whole bunch of them?

They'd be out in an hour.

Catching them without the stuff in their hands

would be just a waste of time.

Well, they say all things come to them who wait.

That's what they say.

What kept you?

I expected you sooner.

Sit down. How about a little game?

We're through playing games, Legs.

But this is a new game.

It's called: "I got it, You want it."

One squeeze on that you kiss five million clams good-bye.

Where's the stuff, Legs?

That's for me to know and for you to find out...

Like the kids say.

It's not like you

to double-cross your partners, Legs.

Me double-cross?

That's the biggest laugh of the year.

We were going to cut you in for your share, Legs.

Yeah, sure you were.

This time, I'm doing the dealing, Oscar.

You punk!

Hold it.

How much, Legs?

Well, I won't be unreasonable.

Let's see, properly cut,

the stuff ought to bring you about...

oh, $5 million.

All I want is my share in cash... now.

That's a million bucks! You're nuts!

You'll wait till we peddle the stuff.

You'll take your share with the rest of us.

You wait!

I'll take mine in advance.

Be reasonable, Legs.

We don't carry that kind of dough around in our wallet.

48 hours... take it or leave it.

So, where do we pick the stuff up?

It's stashed out of town.

When I give you the signal,

just be ready to lay the dough in my hand.

When you do, I put the stuff in yours.

All right, Legs, you're the dealer.

That's right.

And I'd advise against any cute tricks.

Those packages are in kind of escrow.

Nobody can touch them

unless I'm there to arrange their release personally.

Where're you going?

Now that it's all settled,

how's about a few friendly hands of stud?

Not tonight, Legs.

Maybe some other time.

The friendly foursome doesn't look so happy.

You think they made a deal with Diamond?

If they did, they didn't like it...

Which means Legs is still in the driver's seat.

Let's go.

Convinced that Legs Diamond had defied the dope ring

and got away with it,

Eliot Ness assigned each of his Untouchables to the task

of trailing the ring's members around the clock,

and establishing a wiretap on each of their phones.

Sooner or later, there had to be a payoff.

This is Lee. I got Luciano.

He's in the back room of a bar and grill on 8th Avenue.

Stay with him.

I've got a local man covering Swinney,

and Youngfellow's camping on Diamond's doorstep.

Keep me posted.

Right.

So, you're finally gonna take Dawn and blow town, huh?

Little Alice Sit-By-The-Fire, she knows everything,

She knows plenty.

Then she'd better know enough to keep her mouth shut,

if she knows what's good for her.

And what if she doesn't?

If she doesn't, then the money to pay the bills

and to keep her in booze will stop coming.

Oh, Legs... Legs, honey...

Oh, honey, don't go, huh?

Please don't leave me, honey.

I love you.

Please, Legs, please don't go,

Please! Please!

Darling, please don't go, honey.

Please don't leave me.

Don't leave me...

Get away from me, you disgust me.

How long do you think your Dawn will stick with you

when she finds out what a louse you really are?

Too long.

You don't fool me!

I know you're playing the same circuit with her

as you did with me.

And you'll make her a bum or a drunk

the same as you made out of me!

Well, I'm never gonna give you a divorce!

Do you hear that? Do you hear it?

I'm never gonna let you leave me!

Never, do you hear me?!

Hello. Ness.

Eliot? Bill. I lost Diamond.

He slipped out the back door and took off.

Meet me at the club in 20 minutes.

Isn't Miss Dolan appearing tonight?

No, sir.

A new singer's taking her place.

The change was rather sudden, wasn't it?

That's show biz; they come and they go.

The girl gone, too?

Yeah.

Looks like something's about to pop.

What we got to find out now is where.

This one's for her!

And this one's for you, Legs,

right between the eyes!

May I come in?

I knocked, but nobody answered.

I was just practicing.

Just practicing.

I used to be a kind of Annie Oakley in the carnival.

I can knock those things down like...

Clay pigeons?

Don't put any ideas in my head, Mr. Ness.

Where's your husband, Mrs. Diamond?

Now that's a real foolish question

and you must think I'm pretty foolish to get an answer.

No, but I think you're smart enough

to want to save his life.

Well, don't make book on it, Mr. Ness.

He's out of my life now but completely.

Is he, Mrs. Diamond?

Did you know he hijacked a dope shipment

from Oscar Benjamin and his boys?

What has that got to do with me?

Mrs. Diamond, five million dollars worth of narcotics

can ruin a great many lives.

Oh, don't come crying to me with that line.

I've got problems of my own.

I'm sure you have.

I'm surprised you're going

to let him get away with it.

Now what do you mean by that crack?

Legs is on his way

to deliver the dope right now.

His share should be in the neighborhood of a million dollars.

How much of that's going to be yours, Mrs. Diamond?

Oh, you'd love to get me sore,

so I'd blab where Legs is, wouldn't you, Ness?

Well, you're wasting your time.

Not as much as you're wasting yours.

How long you been married to Legs? 15 years?

Now Dawn steps in and gets the benefit

of all that money...

Travels, clothes, jewels...

You shut up and get out of here!

Remember when you played that little joke,

the wild-goose chase?

I warned you then,

next time might not be so funny.

Go on, get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out! Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Eliot Ness' shrewd needling of Alice Diamond paid off.

One hour and a bottle of scotch later, she was on the telephone

pouring out her bitter resentment

to Oscar Benjamin, the "Man Uptown."

Hell hath no fury

like a woman cheated out of a million dollars.

Alice Diamond wanted

to hurt her husband in any way she could,

including seeing him dead.

Alice Diamond's phone call to Benjamin

had given Ness and the Untouchables

the information they needed.

Wasting no time, they took the first plane available

for Niagara Falls,

where Legs Diamond and Dawn Dolan were registered

under the name of "Kelly" at the Happy Days Hotel.

A few hours earlier,

Big Bill Swinney and four of his gangster friends

left New York by car.

Ness and the Untouchables had hoped to arrive

ahead of Swinney and the emissaries for the dope ring,

but a sudden storm necessitated an emergency landing

in nearby Buffalo.

Honey, do you have to wear the gun?

It makes me feel more comfortable.

Darling... I'm shaking all over.

Can't we get out of this some way?

Make some kind of a deal?

Always wanting me to make some kind of a deal.

We already made one.

I don't care about the money.

I just want them to leave us alone,

so we always won't be running away.

Oh, we won't be running away.

We're just gonna step.

We're gonna step across the border into Canada

and get married.

And then with a million bucks in our kick,

we travel, we see the world

and we come back when everything's quieted down.

Can you trust them?

No, of course not.

They can't trust me either.

It's a Mexican standoff.

$5 million bucks at stake...

They'd never risk a double-cross

'cause they're scared I might double-cross them.

Then let's not wait.

Let's get it over with!

Call them!

All right, honey, in a while.

Please!

All right, baby.

They'll be up here by morning.

Hello, Operator?

Get me New York, Murrayhill 0-9299.

See who it is, baby.

Legs?

I was just gonna call you.

Never mind, Operator.

How'd you know where to find me?

A little bird named "Alice" told me.

Run along, honey.

There's your loot.

You want to count it?

You don't count a million, Bill, you heft it.

Yeah, it feels like it's all there.

So you've got yours. Now where's ours?

This'll kill you, Bill.

It's in a bank... in New York!

Is this some kind of a gag?

No gag, Bill.

I'm just being careful!

What's this?

That's your authorization to pick up the packages.

That's the bank's address.

How can I be sure the stuff will be there?

You wanna gamble that it's not?

In Buffalo, Ness and the Untouchables rented a car

and sped toward Niagara, hoping they would not be too late.

You look prettier when you've had

a few drinks of champagne.

I never thought I could be so happy.

I wanna come back here at least once every year

as long as we're together.

That's gonna be until death do us part.

Who is it?

Bellboy.

Let him in, baby.

Your taxi's here, Mr. Kelly.

Yeah, kid. Take those two.

I'll take that one.

How are you, punk?

I decided to gamble.

Help! Don't!

You lose. The stuff's not there.

I lied!

Maybe it is and maybe it isn't!

But I hate your guts so much,

I'm gonna risk that $5 million

and my neck to see you sweat!

They'll kill you, Bill!

I'll take that chance!

Legs! Legs!

Run, baby!

Let her go, Swinney.

She's got nothing to do with this.

I want you both.

I want you to watch

while she gets it slow and painful.

Legs! Legs!

Where's the stuff?

It's in escrow.

Call a doctor.

Is... is he dead?

He's dead.

That's, that's all I wanted to know.

Eliot Ness and his Untouchables arrived in time

to smash the dope ring's attempt

at organized smuggling of narcotics,

but not in time to save the life

of gangland's "Clay Pigeon".

Another form of retribution overtook Oscar Benjamin.

He died shortly thereafter with a slug in his stomach...

administered by parties unknown.

Lucky Luciano was deported to Italy,

and Dutch Schultz died as he lived,

by the submachine gun.

Only Dawn Dolan, the Broadway moll,

who had loved Legs Diamond not wisely but too well,

and had said to him: "Whatever happens to you,

happens to me," lived on,

but the heart in her bosom was as dead

as if gangster bullets had pierced it, too.