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Hey, what is this?

Who are you?

You remember me,
drummer boy! Wha...?

I was at Charlie's
party last month.

Well, what do you want with me?

Just come along quietly.

What's the charge?

Take your pick: possession
of narcotics or murder.

Bill, you stay with the stuff.

We'll come back,
pick it up later.

Right.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Will
Kuluva, Conrad Janis,

Eduardo Ciannelli.

With special guest
star Henry Silva.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In the late spring of
1932, it became evident

through the protests
of irate citizens

whose families had
become victimized,

that drug addiction in Chicago

was reaching
alarming proportions.

Prior to the spring of 1932,

the distribution of narcotics
had been a haphazard affair...

A small-time business

in the hands of unorganized
small-time thugs.

But under the cunning leadership

of Little Charlie Sabestino,

the narcotics racket
had been amalgamated

into one organized empire

with Little Charlie
as its emperor.

There was no end to
the ingenious methods

which Charlie devised
to distribute his dope.

Not even the public
parks were overlooked.

Ah.

I was starting to think
maybe you wasn't coming.

No. Here.

No.

No, you don't
need money tonight.

Not if you give
me a little kiss.

Don't come near me...

What are you
getting excited about?

All I want is a little kiss. No!

Don't shout! Give me some!

Don't shout!

I'm not good
enough for you, huh?

Okay, princess, you
can have the junk,

but you're gonna

have to crawl
in the dirt for it!

Crawl... Crawl.

Although Eliot Ness had
virtually stopped the flow

of narcotics into Chicago,

he had not uncovered
the giant horde of dope

which Little Charlie
had accumulated

and which was capable

of sustaining his
empire indefinitely.

When, uh, the hospital called us

down at the precinct

and said it was an
overdose of narcotics,

I thought I'd
better let you know.

Thanks, Rawlins.

She's out of the coma,
but it still looks bad.

Maybe you better go in alone.

Hello.

Who are you?

I'm a friend.

I'm here to help you.

Now tell me, what
can I do to help you?

Help me?

Yes.

Help me.

Tell me what I can do.

I hate him.

Hate him.

Hate him.

Does he give you the drugs?

Do you know his name?

No.

Where do you meet him?

At the park.

Such pretty flowers.

Pretty, pretty flowers.

Which park?

Which park with
the pretty flowers?

Williams Street.

He picks rags.

Can't stand him.

It's all right.

I can't stand him...
I can't stand him.

I can't...

Lee, get over to the
Park Department.

Bring me the files of the men

who clean up the
Williams Street Park.

Right.

What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking about pigs.

All sizes of pigs.

The little pigs who hook
a girl like that on narcotics

and keep peddling it
to her like candy bars,

bleeding the self-respect
out of her veins.

And I'm thinking about
the one big pig, Sabestino,

who suckles all the little ones.

A fed just took the
files of the rag pickers

at the Williams Street Park.

Charlie ain't gonna like that.

He's giving a party tonight.

That's some news
to start a party.

The parks have been real good.

Don't I know it.

Carol?

You recognize this man?

No.

This man?

That's all, Carol.

That's all.

This is the man.

What's this all about, Mr. Ness?

It's about a disease.

A disease called
Little Charlie Sabestino.

Do we have to sit on
the story for a while,

or can we use it now?

She's dead.

Use it now.

Fill 'em in, Rawlins.

Sure.

Lee?

A girl named Carol Royce
was found on West Clark Street

in a coma, as a result
of an overdose of heroin.

Rico, cover the back.

Right.

Riordan. One-C.

They'll be hearing me clear over

in Milwaukee tonight, Charlie.

You have to go to the
powder room, don't you?

How long do I have to go for?

I'll send you a telegram.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I couldn't stop him.

You got a warrant?

What are you looking for, Ness?

It couldn't be booze,

or he would have
brought his hatchet.

Looking for your
rag picker, Charlie.

Now, what would a rag
picker be doing here?

I see a lot of
dirt in this room.

You got warrant to search,
you got a warrant to insult?

I got a lot more than
a warrant, Charlie.

I got a picture in my head...
A picture of a young girl.

19, maybe 20, lying in
the County Hospital, dead.

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

I'm talking about
a young girl dead.

Dead from an
overdose of narcotics.

That's a sad story
about a young girl.

Now, I'm gonna
tell you a sad story.

I come from a big family.

I don't know how many
of us lived in two rooms.

I never counted.

I used to dream about the time
I would have a place of my own,

so I wouldn't have
people I didn't like

walk all over
where I was living.

I got that place of my own,

and there are still
people I don't like

walking where I live.

Ain't that sad?

I'm going to give your story
a happy ending, Charlie.

I'm going to send you away

where you can be all by
yourself for a long, long time.

Maybe for as long as you live.

He's not here.

Enjoy yourselves.

You heard what the man said...

Enjoy yourselves!

You're reading the
wrong place, Frank.

What do you mean?

The headlines just
give you the facts.

The editorials tell you

what the public is going
to do about the facts.

And they're going
to do something

about this narcotics business.

Only I'm going to do
something about it first.

Get Sabestino on the phone.

Get your friend Little
Charlie on the phone.

Tell him to be here at a
meeting tomorrow morning.

What are you waiting for?

I'm trying to
remember the number.

State 9150.

Hello?

Charlie there?

No.

Where is he?

Look, how should I know?

I've got a message
from Joe Genna.

You'll find him at Main 2690.

♪ You took the part ♪

♪ That once was my heart ♪

♪ So why not take all of me? ♪

Excuse me, Mr. Sabestino.

Telephone for you, sir.

Another girl?

What are you talking?

You know you're
the only one tonight.

Charlie Sabestino talking.

Charlie, this is Frank Genna.

Hello, Frank.

Good to hear your voice.

What can I do for you, Frank?

Joe would like you to
come to the house tomorrow

for a little talk.

Tomorrow?

Is he there?

Maybe I could talk to
him on the phone now.

If he wanted to talk
to you on the phone,

he would have called
you himself, Charlie.

Well, could he make
it some other day?

Tomorrow's my pay day.

It's pretty tough.

I'll let you know.

Good talking to you, Charlie.

All fixed?

Not exactly.

He's busy tomorrow.

His pay day.

He'd like to make
it another day.

Is that all he said?

He sends his best to you.

Now I'll send him my best.

Call Howie Dee. Joe...

I asked him to
come to a meeting.

I didn't ask him if
it was his pay day

or his mother's funeral.

Call Howie Dee.

Hey, Puffy.

Puffy.

Open up, ya bum.

I'd like a drink.

That's against the law.

I don't want to break the law.

Come on, Charlie,
get me a drink.

All right, I'll get you a drink.

Hey, Puffy.

Where are you?

Hello, Frank.

I just got home and
got the message.

What time is the meeting?

The murder of Puffy Orsel

carried an unmistakable
warning from Joe Genna:

"Obey the orders of
the council or else."

The next morning,
Little Charlie Sabestino

entered the Genna home.

Hello, Charlie.

It's been a long time.

A long time.

That's not my fault, Sylvia.

I can't just come here.

I got to get invited.

You'd be here more
often if I did the inviting.

Frank's always
wrapped up in work.

I get lonesome, if
you know what I mean.

I think I do.

But you don't do
the inviting, Sylvia.

Your brother-in-law does it.

Joe doesn't know what
to look for in a man.

I do, Charlie.

Easy, baby.

Easy.

Charlie, Charlie,
long time no see.

Joe in there?

Everybody's there.

Let's go in.

Sit down, Little Charlie.

Thanks.

Only you're not
so little anymore.

Some people you never
have to ask how they're doing.

You find out by
reading the papers.

And you're doing fine.

You're selling enough dope
to one customer to kill her.

And that's just one customer.

It was a mistake.

You bet it was a mistake.

Any publicity is a bad mistake.

I suppose there's never any word

about bootlegging in the papers.

For the time
being, Little Charlie,

don't suppose
anything, just listen.

We like to see a
bright boy come up.

A few of us aren't as
young as we'd like to be.

And we're not
going to last forever.

We know the value of brains.

We also know the
value of experience.

You've got the brains
to sit on this council.

The problem is how are
we going to make sure

you grow old enough
to have the experience.

I say the first
step is to get out

of the narcotics business.

Not everybody agrees with me.

My own brother
thinks we can grow old

in the narcotics
business, don't you, Frank?

You heard me before, Joe.

What do you say, Little Charlie?

What do you say
to seven editorials

calling for the extermination
of dope at any cost?

What do you say
to seven editorials

screaming butchers, barbarians,

hyenas? There's just as much

in the papers against
bootlegging, maybe more.

Let me tell you
the big difference.

No 19-year-old girl
is dying from booze.

The public reads
something like this,

and they get the feeling
that the next time it may be

their sisters or their brothers

or their sons or
their daughters.

It scares them.

And they think it's one group.

One group selling everything:

booze and dope.

What are we going to do?

Take an ad in the
morning papers and say

bootlegging and narcotics
are two different businesses?

Do you know how
much work I put into this?

Don't tell us any
stories about hard work.

What stories do
you want me to tell?

Do you want me to tell you
how much money I stand to lose?!

I'm always interested in money.

But before you tell me,

let me tell you something.

When you get to be my age,

when you get to sit at
the head of the council,

then you can raise your voice!

Until then...

you talk soft.

I'm sorry.

Now, tell me about money.

There's a fortune in narcotics.

I pay one man.

The man I buy the stuff from.

That's all.

The people that push it for
me, I don't pay them cash.

I give them some of the junk.

In bootlegging, how
many do you pay?

You pay for the ingredients.

You pay for the brewmaster.

You pay the manager.

You pay the people
who ship it for you...

What has that got to do
with what I'm talking about?

What has that got to
do with that dead girl?!

It'll blow over, Joe.

My brother says it'll blow over.

Are you giving me
a written guarantee

there is not going to
be another dead girl

or a dead boy tomorrow?

Got anything to say?

No.

Stand up if you
want Little Charlie

to continue to operate.

Three to two.

You're closed.

As of this minute.

You're closed.

Is that all? No, that isn't all.

Believe it or not,

with all the people
we got to pay,

we still make
money selling booze.

And to make up for
what you're going to lose,

we're going to help you to set
up an operation of your own.

Thanks.

Don't thank me now.

Thank me 30 years from now

when I am dead and you're alive,

sitting on this this
council and alive.

Thank me then.

I can't make it out.

Well, it could be
that he's scared.

I'd like to make myself
believe that, I don't.

Nobody's peddling narcotics.

That's for sure. Why not?

What's Charlie up to? What?

Let's put some pressure on
him and see what happens.

Start tailing him,
right on his back.

Let him know you're there.

Wherever he goes, night and
day, I want somebody on him.

We'll split it into
four six-hour shifts.

Rico, you take the first.

Then Lee...

Nobody's selling it, Charlie.

That's right.

I need it, bad.

A lot of people are
gonna need it, Sticks.

But you always helped
me before, Charlie.

Even when I didn't have
the loot, you helped me.

Put me on to where
I can get some.

Please, Charlie.

I can't put you on to anything.

Everything is closed tight.

Tight as your drum... tighter.

What would you
do for it, Sticks?

Would you kill?

Would you kill for a big supply?

Yeah... Yeah, I'd kill. Who?

An owl, a wise old owl.

Here's your first payment.

When?

I'll tell you when.

It's going to take
a little planning.

I'll let you know when.

He's all yours.

Good shot, Charlie.

Do we have to wait for Joe
or can you tell me the setup?

I can tell it to you.

We got you an old bakery
warehouse on Hawton Street.

Two top brewmasters.

Joe will handle your
distribution in the beginning.

Little by little, you'll
be doing it yourself.

How much do I have
to cough up for this?

The warehouse, the
equipment and the brewmasters

comes to $80,000.

But Joe said if you
haven't got it all in one clip,

you can pay it off... it's okay.

I got it.

I'll send my uncle
over with the dough.

Your uncle? Salvatore Sabestino.

He knew your old
man pretty good.

I think Joe knows him.

He's a retired small-timer.

The brewery will give
him something to do.

I'm making him night watchman.

You know.

You cook every night?

A man that eats at
home, he's got a home.

A man that eats out,
what does he got?

A hotel room.

Joe say anything when
you gave him the cash?

$80,000 cash.

Did he say anything?

Not a word.

I ain't seen Joe maybe 25 years.

He's gotten tougher, Charlie.

I turned soft with old age.

He's gotten tougher.

Hey, cut it out!

You're eating the profits!

Give me a pound.

Not the soft junk, firm.

You sure you know
what you do, Charlie?

Any little finger
that points your way,

and you're dead.

That's why I'm
using the drummer.

Any gunman hired
anywhere in the country

and the finger could
come back to me.

With a hophead drummer,

he's not even a hood,
not in a million years.

What makes you so sure?

And since when can
you trust a hophead?

Since never.

Only he ain't going
to be around to trust.

I get you.

After Joe's... good-bye.

You sure Frank will play ball?

I told you he stood up
for me at the council.

60 cents, Salvatore.

40 cents, that's all it's worth.

Choke on the pits!

Go over the plan.

Now, listen.

In five or six days, the
brewery will be ready.

The night it opens,

you'll call the feds
and they raid it.

Okay, I'm raided.

Joe and Frank come
down to see what happened.

Frank feels sorry for me.

But Joe, he's suspicious.

That's his nature.

"My uncle was arrested, Joe.

They put my poor
uncle in prison."

That's got to stop him.

He warms up.

We go out a couple of times.

One of those times...
the drummer gets him.

I follow you up to the
point where Joe warms up.

But what makes you
think an old man in stir

is going to melt an iceberg?

I thought of that.

To make sure I'm working
that angle from two sides.

Besides you and the raid,

I'm making a little
time with Frank's wife.

Joe likes her.

Believe me, she's gonna do

everything she can
to have me around.

You've got lit dynamite in
both your hands, Charlie.

Be careful.

It's a brewery, all right.

Charlie's set up
this whole operation

in the past couple of days,
knowing we've been tailing him.

Knowing it!

He's gone crazy.

Like a fox.

This is a little play.

The big play is narcotics.

He's not going to give it up

to become low man
on the bootlegging pole.

That's for sure.

Shall we keep this
place staked out?

There doesn't seem
to be much point to it.

He wanted us to know about it.

All right, we know.

He doesn't mind being tailed.

All right, we'll stop.

We carried the fight
to him for a while,

now let him carry
the fight to us.

Yeah.

But-But I called him
three times, Charlie.

You talk to Ness?

Every time.

I told him just like you said,

"The brewery on Hawton
Street is being moved tomorrow.

This is the last night."

It's over three hours
since the first call.

Ness is not coming.

He's not coming.

What you going to do?

I'm coming down to the brewery.

I'll smash it myself.

What about Joe?

He wouldn't believe it.

Remember I had to be
arrested for Joe to believe it.

I'm coming down.

Joe wouldn't believe it...

How you gonna make Joe believe?

Looks like they stopped calling.

I never thought I'd
live to see the day

when I felt a hood was squirming
because we didn't raid him.

That's the way I feel right now.

Squirm, Charlie, squirm.

And now, back to...

After he completed the
destruction of his brewery,

Little Charlie Sabestino
sent for his partners,

Joe and Frank Genna.

What am I going to do? What?

Easy, Charlie, easy.

I was so upset, I just
had to talk to somebody.

We understand.

I saw a lot of raids, Charlie.

A lot of raids.

This one looks like
an army was in here.

Ever see a raid
like this, Frank?

Everything's busted.

In spades.

I never saw the feds put
an ax to the machinery.

Never.

Did you ever see them put
an ax to machinery, Frank?

I guess there's
always a first time.

Yeah... always a first time.

Too bad, Charlie.

This was a nice place.

Yeah.

You'll be back in action soon.

Sure.

How did you break the
padlock on the door?

The padlock?

They always put a padlock
on the front door after a raid.

There wasn't any padlock.

No padlock?

Ever see a raid

when they didn't put a padlock

on the front door, Frank?

Even at night,

when they ax the
machinery for the first time,

they would put a
padlock on the door.

Wouldn't they, Frank?

I guess so.

I guess so, too.

How come there was
no padlock, Charlie?

How come?

I think I know why.

Good.

I'd like to hear.

There was some shooting.

My uncle shot it out with them.

He was hit

and he dragged
himself down here.

They probably
thought he got away

and they went after him.

In their rush, they
did not padlock.

Where is your
wounded uncle, Charlie?

For Eliot Ness, it was a
long and sleepless night.

By daybreak, he could no
longer control his curiosity.

Ness knew his refusal to
raid Little Charlie's brewery

would create a crisis,

but he was hardly prepared

for the way Little
Charlie had handled it.

You mean he smashed
up his own brewery?

That's right.

When we didn't oblige
him, he did it himself.

He wanted a raid and
he wanted it last night.

Yeah, but for whose benefit?

The same "who" who
benefits from whatever he does.

Little Charlie Sabestino.

Smashing up his own place.

I'm stuck.

We're all going
to be stuck, Rico.

Right on Little Charlie's tail.

Only this time, I don't want
him to know we're on him.

Keep your eyes open.

I want to know who he
talks to and where he goes.

Every night, we'll
meet back here

and try to put the
pieces together.

Eliot...

did Charlie do a good
job on the brewery?

A beauty.

A beauty.

Joe keeps slapping
me in the face.

He didn't even show
up at my uncle's funeral.

Does your cheek hurt
where he slapped you?

No, Sylvia, it's no good.

If Joe's gonna give
me the business,

you and me are gonna
have a rough time.

What's Joe got to do with us?

Plenty. Look...

If I'm a friend when I come
to the house, no sweat.

But if I'm poison to Joe...

well, you figure it out.

What do you want, Charlie?

I want to be like
one of the family.

Aren't you already?

With Joe, too.

All right, Charlie.

I'll make you one of the family.

I'll make you anything you want.

Baby, believe me,
life will be good.

Life will be so good.

It's up to you.

We're going to the
races on Saturday.

Why don't you just
happen to show up?

Well, that's a start.

And, at 5:30, he saw
the drummer again.

There's the third
time this week.

Rico, you can stop
following Sylvia Genna

and get on the
drummer for a while.

Okay. What else, Lee?

At 7:30, he went
to the Turkish bath,

the one on Ribner Street.

Move that dog! Move it!

What to you got that
whip for, decoration?

He never went to the whip.

I didn't know you were
going to the track today.

All of a sudden, I got the urge.

The horses are
approaching the starting gate.

Check in with Eliot, tell
him they're both here.

I'll keep an eye on them.

Right.

It's Charlie.

It figures.

I've had four straight losers.

It figures he'd show up.

Be nice, Joe.

Hello, Sylvia, Frank.

Hello, Joe.

How you doing?

I'm doing great.

Only my horses
aren't doing so good.

How are you doing, Charlie?

I've hit two straight.
Maybe I'll change your luck.

They're off!

At the break, it's
Royalty Line, Song Man,

Sudden Riches, Jim Jam.

Into the turn, it's Jim
Jam going for the lead.

It's now Jim Jam, Royalty
Line, Dream Prince by two.

Turning for home it's
Dream Prince a length,

then Tantalizing.

Into the stretch, it's
Dream Prince a half,

Enchantment, and Jim Jam.

Come on, come on!

Dream Prince and Enchantment.

Dream Prince and Enchantment.

He's quitting. He's quitting.

At the finish line,
it's Dream Prince!

Four to five and he quit.

A lousy 11-to-one shot beat him.

Show me where that dog figured.

Where?

I had some word, Joe.

Here, I hope it gets you out.

I hope that it gets
everybody out.

How come you didn't say
anything before we bet?

Well, let's face it, we don't
get along so good as it is.

I didn't want to give
you a loser to boot,

so I made the play for you.

If the horse lost,

I'd have eaten the tickets.

20-four-90.

Why, that's, that's over $6,200.

What are we waiting for?

Let's cash 'em!

Charlie, have you
got any more "words"?

$6,225!

Joe!

Joe! Joe!

Joe! Joe!

Call a doctor... Call a doctor!

I'll go.

Little Charlie Sabestino
was no gambler.

He had put 15 $100 tickets
on every horse in the race.

His $9,000 investment had
made every horse a winner.

The only loser... Joe Genna.

The rendezvous between
Little Charlie and Sticks

for the payoff to Sticks

was set at a tenement
apartment on Chicago's West Side.

It was in this shabby room

that Little Charlie Sabestino's
huge supply of narcotics

was stockpiled.

When the news of Joe
Genna's assassination

reached Eliot Ness,

the puzzling pieces of Little
Charlie's recent activities

started to fit together.

Ness realized it must have
been Genna and the council

that stopped Charlie's
traffic in narcotics...

Stopped it cold...

And Charlie's first
step in starting again

was to stop Genna cold.

The drummer's in this
tenement, on the fourth floor.

I want him alive.

This is a murder charge
we can hang on Charlie,

a murder charge he
won't be able to shake.

Hey, what is this? Who are you?

You remember me, drummer boy.

I was at Charlie's
party last month.

Well, what do you want with me?

Just come along quietly.

What's the charge?

Take your pick: possession
of narcotics or murder.

Bill, you stay with the stuff.

We'll come back,
pick it up later.

Right.

Eliot!

There goes an airtight
case against Charlie.

Airtight... dead.

Maybe we can still use
him... against Charlie.

When Little Charlie arrived
for his rendezvous with Sticks,

he realized that his
horde of narcotics

had been discovered and seized,

but he had no ideas
as to the fate of Sticks.

Perhaps Sticks had
escaped, perhaps not.

Until Charlie knew,
he wasn't safe,

not safe from
Ness or the council.

The night the girl
died in the hospital,

your headlines and
editorials were instrumental

in forcing the underworld
to clamp down on narcotics.

Today, Joe Genna,
the man responsible

for closing down the
rackets, was murdered.

I assume it was to
break the lid wide open.

I want you to help
me keep it shut.

For six hours, Little Charlie
waited in a movie theater,

and when he came out,

the news he had waited
for was in the papers.

Despite the severe
financial loss incurred

by the loss of his narcotics,

the day's accounting
was in Little Charlie's favor.

Joe Genna was dead,

and even though Little
Charlie had not been able

to pay off Sticks personally,

the payoff had been
accomplished anyway,

exactly as Little
Charlie had planned.

Whoever it was,

we'll get him, I promise you.

I've been going over it in
my mind... over and over.

I don't like to talk business on
a grave, Frank... a fresh grave...

But I'm due to put money
down on another brewery soon

and I wanted to know

whether or not there's gonna

to be a review
of Joe's policies...

now that you're in charge.

Like I said, Frank...

it's terrible to talk business

on the grave of a
brother, but I have to.

I am almost flat busted.

If I'm going back into action,
I'm gonna need money.

I'm going to need partners.

I suppose there should
be a meeting of the council.

Only if you think
there should be, Frank.

Yeah, I do.

How about tonight, 8:00?

It doesn't have to
be tonight, Frank.

Why not?

The living have to
go on living, Charlie.

At 8:00 sharp,

Little Charlie arrived
for the council meeting,

confident that his new
partner, Frank Genna,

would guarantee
his reinstatement

as emperor of the
narcotics racket.

Sylvia.

Hello, Charlie.

Are they in there?

Frank said you
should go right in.

Even in a mourning
dress, you're something.

Good evening, Frank.

Sit down, Charlie.

You told us you weren't pushing

the stuff anymore, Charlie.

How come this one got the stuff?

How come this one died?!

You lied to us, Charlie.

You lied to the council.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about dope!

I'm talking about
the law of the council.

You don't answer
my questions, Charlie.

Haven't you got any answers?

Now, wait a minute...

You know the penalty for
defying the law of the council.

What are you
trying to pull here?

This is a vote, Charlie.

A vote?

Sit down, Charlie.

Sit down.

What have you
got to say, Charlie?

Before we vote, what
have you got to say?

You killed him.

You killed your own brother!

Don't you see?

He knew I was
planning it all the time.

He used me to kill Joe.

He used me!

Are you telling us that
you killed my brother?!

Don't play innocent
with me, Frank.

You know I killed him.

You knew I would and you let me.

You let me do your dirty work

because you wanted to sit there.

You let me because
you wanted him dead.

The council will vote.

Wait... You don't
know what you're doing.

You don't know
what you're doing.

He planned it...
From the beginning,

Frank planned it!

You killed your brother.

Cain! Cain!

You killed your brother.

Charlie, what happened?

What happened?

I think I'll grab some lunch.

Yes.

What?

Police Headquarters.

They just found Charlie... dead.

Okay, thanks.

Can you beat that?

Can you beat that?

They sure put the
pressure on him, all right.

More than I thought.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Maybe we can all eat
together, for a change.