Original subtitles

Rico, take the car in back and watch the alley.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Joseph Anthony, Gene Lyons,

and Frank Silvera.

With special guest star John McIntire.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In late summer, 1932,

the underworld organized to compensate for the stemming

of its supply of narcotics from Asia and Southern Europe.

Greedy for revenue derived

from Chicago's more than 5,000 dope addicts,

the syndicate had turned to the systematic robbery

of retail druggists, doctors' offices

and wholesale drug houses for its source of narcotics.

The thefts were increasing ominously

and becoming more daring.

Though Eliot Ness was able to recognize the signatures

of most of Chicago's mobster leaders,

he was not familiar with the technique

of the mastermind behind this new outbreak of evil.

This belong to the hospital?

No.

Notice anything unusual?

Looks like a shopping list.

"One: Morphine.

"Two: Powdered opium.

Three: Cocaine. Four:"

Well, these are unusual, hmm?

Roman numerals.

Seems you're looking for a hood with an education.

Victor Bardo, alias Ed Barco,

alias Emilio Borrelli,

one-time narcotic czar of all Eastern Asia.

Imported by the syndicate in 1931

to run its vast drug empire on a commission basis.

You should know better, Frankie.

Yeah, well, one of these days...

Ah... here's something from Dr. Hallet.

Mix me a whiskey and soda, Willie.

Frankie...

where's the Welfare Nursing Home?

That's, uh... right up here.

And the, uh, Good Samaritan?

It's right here, about 200 yards away.

According to our good doctor,

they both get fresh supplies this week,

so that's Sunday's job.

Is this the time to risk a double raid?

Why do you ask that?

I hear Dino Patrone's on his way back.

The stuff should be flowing in again.

He's on his way back.

But the stuff will not be flowing in again.

There must be a reason.

Dino don't make mistakes, unless there's a reason.

He made a bad mistake this time.

I don't believe it.

I wouldn't be too loyal, Willie.

We might get the wrong impression.

The guy's on a train.

When he gets here, I'm sure he'll be able to explain.

He'll never get here, Willie.

Why? Why won't he?

Because you're going to kill him.

Dino and me are friends.

We're-We're good friends.

You're going to need new friends... Willie.

This is a good way to win them.

Any luck?

Nothing yet.

This came while you were out, Eliot... New York Customs.

Read it, will you?

"Dino Patrone disembarked from SS Iran today,

August 29, 1932."

I wonder how things are in the old country.

Say, what about Patrone?

Isn't his line narcotics?

He's a contact man with the exporters.

My guess is he's been in Europe repairing fences.

Ricco, you want chicken or Italian salami?

What, are you kidding? Salami.

Do you suppose Patrone engineered these hospital raids

as a stop-gap until he finished his fence work?

The raids are a stop-gap, all right,

but I'm not sure Dino Patrone's our man.

Well, you think we ought to pick him up anyway, see what he has to say?

Not till we have more to go on.

He'll be around when we need him.

What's this?

That's Italian money.

I'm sorry.

Worried about something, Dino?

Ah, Loren Hall. How are you?

A thousand lire.

Been over to the old country?

Thank you.

Why do you ask me if I'm worried?

Oh, just not like you to mix your currency.

Should I be worried about something

from where you're standing?

I hear there's been a lot of reshuffling

in the organization.

Who are the two sodas for?

My sister, Carla, came back with me.

Let me help you.

No. I don't want her mixing with newspaper people.

Want to keep her uncorrupted until she meets the Mob?

She's not gonna mix with the Mob, either.

She doesn't know who I am or what I do.

How are you gonna keep her from finding out?

She's going to school, and not in Chicago. She...

I don't betray confidences.

She has a through ticket to Tucson, Arizona.

Good.

Carla, an old friend, Loren Hall.

He's a columnist

in one of our Chicago newspapers.

How do you do?

His own radio program, too.

A man of importance.

What happened?

Probably got hit by the...

We stopped in a tunnel.

Better not be for long.

There's another train due through here in ten minutes.

I don't like that.

Claustrophobia?

No. I...

I forgot something in my stateroom.

I'll find out what the trouble is.

I'll be right back.

My brother is so restless here.

Not like at home.

It must have been nice having Dino home again.

Oh, yes.

But it was sad, too.

My mama became very ill while he was there.

He stayed by her bedside until the end.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that why he brought you back with him?

It was Mama's last wish.

Willie!

Hey, what are you doing?

How'd you get here?

You stopped the train?

I, uh, came to get you out of here.

Off the train?

There's a reception for you at the station.

Didn't Bardo know the problems?

Now, look, ask the questions when we get off the train.

Now, come on. Come on.

Oh.

I only have 20 minutes between trains.

No time to see Chicago.

That's how my brother, Dino, arranged it.

I think he was afraid I would get mixed up

with your Chicago gangsters.

Maybe.

Let's get out of here.

There's no hurry.

There's another train coming.

I said there's no hurry!

Willie?

Bardo sent you to kill me?

Why you, Willie?

He's testing me.

He knows I was your right arm.

Shoot an old friend to prove yourself?

I'm not going to shoot you. I don't have to.

No.

The next train.

An accident.

Why didn't you stay in Italy?

Next train.

The way you wet your lips, Willie...

You look forward to this?

Being splashed with your friend's blood?

I'll be there.

You look forward to this, Willie?

There's no choice. I got money.

You won't be able to spend it.

I'll give it all to save my life!

All the money in the world wouldn't save me

if you walked out of here alive... you know that!

I can go in hiding, Willie.

I can go in hiding!

Three days! Then we'll get the money.

And I'll leave the country.

You always wanted to get out of the racket.

Now's your chance! Why? Why three days?

The money's in a bank vault.

$200,000.

A safe deposit box!

But we can't get it till Monday.

Where would you hide?

You got no friends left.

I got relatives.

My cousin, Guiseppe... He'll look after me.

Now it's vacation, there's nobody in the school.

No, I can't do it! They'd know somehow!

I don't want to die, not their way!

They'll kill you anyway, sooner or later!

In seconds, you'll have no friends.

You'll be alone!

Stay on the track!

You'll be alone, Willie!

No friends, no money!

Willie, $200,000!

A quarter of a million!

Is it worth a quarter of a million,

Willie? Willie!

In the late '20s and the '30s,

the broadcasting newspaperman held a unique position.

He knew tycoons and bums,

gangsters and reformers, bluebloods and call girls.

He tried to keep faith with all of them.

His sources of information depended on it.

Hello, Mickey.

Mr. Hall.

What have we got tonight?

Two more hospitals cleaned out early this morning.

Anything else?

Well, a couple of messages for you,

and this one refused to leave his name.

Well, I'm not interested.

He said he owed you a thousand lire.

A thousand lire?

Want me to get the number?

No, thanks, I'll get it.

You got a layout on tonight's show?

Well, these items will give us a solid ten minutes.

Anything else?

Yes, here's some local stuff for you to choose from.

Okay.

This is Loren Hall.

Yes. Carla's all right.

She was upset, naturally,

but I put her on the train to Tucson.

What happened to you?

All right, go ahead.

The boss in?

He's got someone with him.

Patrone give you any trouble?

No.

Loren Hall saying good evening.

To whom it may concern:

The boss of the most vicious racket to foul our fair city

in many a day, the stealing of pain-killing drugs

from those in pain,

has reason to need a sedative himself tonight.

The agent he ordered killed,

because of his failure to restore

the broken pipelines of the drug traffic,

is still alive.

And this is an error

he will have to think twice about repairing.

By tomorrow morning, a letter,

which would greatly embarrass his organization,

to say the least of it, will be delivered

into safekeeping to be turned over to this reporter

in the event of the violent death of its author.

The business life of Reno, Nevada, is all but paralyzed

as a result of a 12-day bank holiday...

Where's Willie Dasher?

He's waitin' for you over there.

Tied up in banks, which are observing the holiday

and is breaking open children's savings banks...

He should have finished his game.

Might have made a big score.

Mr. Hall.

Mr. Ness, isn't it?

That's right.

This is Mr. Hobson.

How do you do? How are you?

Well, come in, gentlemen.

What can I do for you, Mr. Ness?

Elaborate on your broadcast tonight.

What do you want to know?

Where is Dino Patrone?

I don't know.

When did you last talk to him?

An hour before the broadcast,

on the telephone.

What number?

I destroyed it.

I didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands.

Sit down.

I take it you don't feel very cooperative.

Is there a warrant out for Patrone?

I just wanted to ask him a few questions.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

You talked about a letter.

Who did he mail it to?

I can't help you there either.

But you know?

What are you trying to do?

Protect my sources.

Is it your habit to protect killers?

I don't see myself as a judge and jury.

A man in my position sits on the fence

and information comes to him.

But he only gets it by guaranteeing immunity.

You're in no position to guarantee immunity.

And I don't think you're in any position

to force me to divulge confidential information.

Mr. Hall, there's a serious shortage of pain-killing drugs

in the hospitals of this city.

So?

So unless we can get to the bottom of these drug thefts,

a lot of innocent people are going to suffer,

maybe die unnecessarily.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because the man you're shielding, Dino Patrone, is a specialist in narcotics.

There's the number you wanted.

I don't know where the place is.

We'll find it.

And the letter?

Ask Patrone what's in it.

Giuseppe!

I gave you your life and you betrayed me.

No, don't.

We both need money to disappear, Willie.

What's in the box, we'll share.

Stay away from the desk, Dino. No, it's a letter.

A letter... it'll keep Bardo from killing us.

We gotta mail it!

"Miss Carla Patrone."

A letter to your sister.

Another trick, huh? No, no.

No! Don't burn it, Willie! It's protection!

You're gonna need a lot more protection than that.

Willie...

Willie! What are you doing?!

Willie! Help me!

Help... Willie, help... Help me! Help me...

Help me, help me.

Help me, help me...

I think we got here too late.

All right, stand back, stand back.

Coming through.

The Italian embassy in Washington has held up

release of Ernest Hemingway's Farewell to Arms.

The picture, starring Helen Hayes, Gary Cooper

and Adolph Menjou, among others, won't be shown

until Premier Benito Mussolini himself is satisfied

that it contains no scenes

which are detrimental to the Italian army.

Ladies and gentlemen, here's a late news item

just off the wires.

Dino Patrone, prominent figure in the Chicago underworld,

was found burned to death tonight,

in the charred ruins of Quincy Elementary School.

Before we close the book on Dino Patrone,

one chapter still remains to be written.

Less than 48 hours ago,

Patrone, in anticipation of a violent death,

made this reporter beneficiary of an insurance policy

which could deal the Chicago underworld a mortal blow.

Until tomorrow at this same time...

Loren Hall saying good night.

You've got visitors.

Tell them to come back during visiting hours.

Yes, sir.

Mickey, never mind.

Get some coffee and I'll pick you up downstairs.

We can finish up at my place.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen...

Where's the letter Patrone promised you?

I don't have it. Who does?

Mr. Ness, you're wasting your time.

I won't have another death on my conscience.

Patrone?

Your hands are clean.

The fact remains that he's dead.

I'm betraying no more trusts.

I can force you to talk.

Before a grand jury?

What if I refuse to testify?

You'll be cited for contempt of court.

And I'll go to jail.

Another victory for the Untouchables

in their fight against major crime.

A crime, Mr. Hall, could never become major

without the help of misguided people like you.

Remind me to cancel the milk if I go to jail.

I gather you received a warning from Eliot Ness.

With a man like Ness,

I'm afraid I've got to consider it more than a warning.

You left the faucet running.

It's the shower.

Should I turn it off?

But I haven't used the shower today.

Do you know him?

He was Patrone's lieutenant.

Why would they put him here?

I'm the man in the middle.

I get warnings from both sides.

And now, back to...

On friendly terms with many of Chicago's gangsters,

Hall had, nevertheless,

no intention of being intimidated by them.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Loren Hall.

A reporter in the course of his duties

meets many people, entertains many guests,

invited and uninvited.

This reporter's most recent guest... uninvited... a corpse.

This, I can only assume, was meant to warn me

not to make any use of the Patrone letter.

Now let me issue a warning: The mobsters can hang bodies

in every room in my house, and I will still turn over

Patrone's letter to the proper authorities

whenever it's delivered into my hands.

That means he doesn't have the letter yet.

Presumably.

I want him tailed round the clock.

Put, uh, McPhail and Gunther on the job.

Meanwhile, Eliot Ness was not idly waiting

for Hall's appearance before the grand jury.

He had been methodically revisiting all of the places

that had been raided.

He was searching for some pattern,

or some inconsistency which might give him a lead.

Who would know about the change in delivery time

of your narcotic supplies?

It was no secret.

Most anybody on the staff.

You have a lot of doctors on this roll

for a hospital this size.

Oh, they're not all on the staff, of course,

but when you asked me to prepare a list, I assumed

you wanted the names of all the doctors who visit us,

no matter how infrequently.

Dr. Amos Hallet.

Well, for instance,

Dr. Hallet spends one day a month with us here.

Wasn't Dr. Hallet on the Good Samaritan list?

Yeah.

I'd like to keep this. Certainly.

Thank you, Doctor.

You're welcome.

More coffee, Mr. Hall?

Thanks, Sally.

Put it in a carton for me, will you?

I'll take it upstairs with me. Okay.

Mr. Hall.

Carla!

I expected you to telephone me.

I... I wanted to make arrangements for a funeral.

Your telegram said urgent.

I suppose it's about Dino's death.

He couldn't do anything to soften that shock for you.

Poor Dino.

He tried so hard to keep me

from knowing how he made his success.

Have you a letter for me?

A letter? Why should I have a letter?

Your brother told me he was going to send you a letter

to give me if anything happened to him.

I got no letter.

Anyone know you're here?

No. Why?

Because if any of your brother's friends know you're here,

they'll try to get that letter from you.

How can they get from me something I do not have?

The fact you don't have it

can only make it more uncomfortable for you.

Mr. Hall?

Yes?

You're wanted on the telephone.

Oh. Excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry, miss.

Here... Here, take the...

Keep the handkerchief.

Oh.

False alarm.

What... What happened?

A man knocked the coffee cup over.

My handbag.

He took my handbag!

What was in it?

A little money.

Anything with your name on it?

Oh... A locket my mother gave me.

Yeah, now somebody does know you're here,

and I don't think it's a friend.

You're going back to Tucson tonight.

There's no letter in the purse.

No, she passed nothin' to the columnist.

Gunther's watching 'em.

Wait a minute, here's somethin'.

There's a locket with a name on it, uh,

"Carla Patrone."

Don't let her out of your sight.

I want her picked up, brought here.

Right.

Now, we don't know it was his sister

he sent that letter to.

Who else would he trust?

I'm glad you're home!

Dr. Hallet.

What are you doing here?

Ness has been asking about me at some of the hospitals.

What'll I do? Well, go back to your office.

But if he finds me...

I don't want him to find you here!

I'll phone you.

Panic.

Do you think he'll talk?

Make sure he doesn't.

You know, you need him.

No.

I need insulin.

It'll be in his refrigerator.

Get all you can lay your hands on.

The Golden West Limited.

Kansas City...

Here's your ticket.

9:10 to Tucson.

You're all right now.

Pleasant journey.

Good-bye.

Thank you for taking care of me.

Oh, good evening, Miss Patrone.

I hope we haven't alarmed you

by bringing you here.

You see, I'm a friend of your brother's.

I thought we ought to have a little chat

before you left town.

Wait outside... in the arcade, both of you.

Get away from me!

That's enough!

Don't be such an animal, George.

You're frightening the lady.

Will you have a drink?

No.

Here... it'll help you to relax.

No... thank you.

Take it.

I do not drink.

Well, I'll leave it here,

in case you change your mind.

I'm, uh, Victor Bardo.

Did your brother ever speak of me?

Yes... I believe he did.

Nothing derogatory, I hope.

Dino once told me that you had diabetes...

like my mother.

Why are you staring?

Oh.

My mother was allowed no alcohol,

not even wine.

Well, diabetes is nothing to fear nowadays.

Since, uh, insulin has come on the market,

I've been able to live quite a normal life.

Now... are you sure you won't join me

in a drink?

No.

Did, uh, Dino write you much?

No.

But you have received a letter

during the past week, haven't you?

No, I-I have not.

You're lying!

I thought this would give you a kick.

Hall is going to jail for refusing to testify.

Ness had him up in front of the grand jury.

Hmm!

I'll have to make a phone call.

You make Miss Patrone comfortable.

She'll be with us for some time.

Ladies and gentlemen,

newspapers today have indicated that this reporter

will soon be going on a short vacation.

And in view of the publicity given this matter,

I feel I'm entitled to make some statement at this time.

I have refused to disclose information to federal agents,

not because I have any wish to obstruct them in their duty,

but because I know the information I have

will help them not at all and would almost certainly result

in the death of an innocent party.

I therefore have no intention of taking any other position,

no matter what the consequences to myself.

Till tomorrow at this same time,

Loren Hall, saying good night.

There's an important phone call

in your office, Mr. Hall.

They've been holding on a long time.

Thank you, Jimmy.

Hello?

Mr. Hall?

Never mind who I am. You don't know me.

But I think you know Carla Patrone.

She's safe for the next 24 hours.

After that, her safety is in your hands.

I want the letter her brother wrote.

Either you have it, or you know where it is.

Get it!

What type of voice?

Educated.

The Roman numeral voice.

I'm glad you can take it so calmly.

That girl probably has 24 hours to live.

If you'd told us about her sooner,

we might have been able to give her some protection.

How can you just stand there and talk about protection?

Why aren't you out trying to find

whoever's behind those drug thefts?

Mr. Hall, you're getting emotional.

Your conscience must be bothering you.

If I were you, crusader,

I'd examine my own conscience.

Excuse me.

What was that?

Another irate citizen.

Lee...

I want you to pick up Hallet

and bring him back to the office.

Here's the address.

What's the charge?

We'll worry about that when we get him here.

How long ago?

About half an hour before I got here.

Any witnesses?

The night janitor from next door.

He must have heard the shot.

He's dead, too. Yeah, saw him outside.

Hallet got it in the throat.

So he couldn't talk,

even if he lived for a few minutes.

He couldn't talk, but he could still write.

Take a look at this, Eliot.

Looks like the word "bar."

That could mean too many things.

How about his stock?

I made a check of his inventory

and there's one large gap in it.

Morphine? No.

Insulin.

Seizing on the significant disappearance of insulin

from the murdered doctor's dispensary,

Ness set about checking on all criminals

with any record of diabetes.

Eliot... this could be something.

"B-A-R-D-O. Victor Bardo.

"Alias Bo Bardo, alias Ed Barker,

"alias Emilio Borrelli.

"Age: 43. Height: 5'11.

"Weight: 150 pounds.

"Identifying marks: scar on right shoulder.

"Physical ailments...

suffers from diabetes."

We've got a name, all we need is an address.

Get me Hallet's address book from the file.

During the next few hours,

the Untouchables made an exhaustive check

of all the drugstores listed

in Dr. Hallet's prescription book.

The information that Eliot Ness needed was finally obtained

from Dawson's Pharmacy in Cicero.

Bambridge, Banse...

Here we are: Bardo.

What about addresses?

Whenever there's a delivery made,

we record the addresses on the back.

I'll take this, if you don't mind.

Not at all, Mr. Ness, not at all.

Thanks, Mr. Dawson.

Aw, don't be scared.

Go away. Now, come on.

Go away!

Shut up! Ow!

Come on out of there!

Come on out of there or so help me,

I'll kill you! Go away.

Come out!

Stop it, you pig!

Oh, she was asleep.

I just wanted to cover her up.

I can imagine.

Carla.

This is Victor.

Open the door, please.

Open it... or we'll break it down.

Come.

Sit down.

I want to talk to you.

Now, Carla...

I've been very patient with you for Dino's sake.

But I want you to tell me where that letter is.

He never sent me a letter.

He never sent...

Hello?

Mr. Bardo.

This is Oliver Dawson.

Eliot Ness just left here.

He's got your address.

We're going to have to take a little vacation.

Ness is on his way up here.

How much time we got?

About ten minutes.

Get my insulin out of the refrigerator.

In a metal container.

What is going to happen to me?

I haven't decided yet.

Here's the insulin.

Put it in the suitcase.

Get Salinas.

You and Gunther put the car in the alley.

Rico, take the car in back and watch the alley.

They left it clean.

This was a long-prepared exit.

Here's something.

Insulin.

Dawson's Pharmacy... that checks.

I wonder why he left that behind.

I don't know; this is his lifeline.

He probably has more than he needs.

That's possible, but I don't think

he'd have left this behind intentionally.

Better get to a phone fast.

Alert every pharmacy in the state.

If any stranger offers a prescription for insulin,

I want to be notified immediately.

Right.

We'll have to lie here until tomorrow night.

We'll never reach the Straits of Mackinac before dawn,

and that'll mean running too close

to the Coast Guard... station.

What's the matter?

My insulin... it's not here.

You sure you put it in?

McPhail did; I put this envelope on top of it.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

What about the girl? Could she have taken it?

I don't think so, unless...

How bad you need the stuff?

I could die without it.

Well, can we get more?

I have spare prescriptions from Dr. Hallet,

but it means someone leaving the boat.

McPhail, bring the girl in here.

Carla, come here.

Where did you put my insulin?

Under the pillow.

You're playing with my life.

You'll regret it.

I don't expect to live.

That's wise of you.

Get this filled first thing in the morning.

Drive for an hour before you stop anywhere.

I've, uh, written instructions on the back

for a hypodermic needle.

Yes, sir?

This'll take a few minutes.

Would you like to wait? Yeah.

Uh, hurry it up, will you?

The Untouchables' plan was beginning to work.

The druggist had called the local police,

who in turn notified Eliot Ness.

Thanks.

Just got our first bite.

One of Bardo's men tried

to fill a Hallet prescription in Milburn.

That's pretty far north.

You think they're headed for Canada?

Maybe, but Bardo needs insulin.

My guess is he'll hole up in that area until he gets some.

Well, it won't take long to find out if you're right.

Hope he tries to get it with a prescription, not with a gun.

Well, when I saw the druggist on the telephone,

I thought it was time I get lost.

You had a gun, didn't you?

The store was full of people.

Besides, if it was the police he was talking to,

they'd have been there before I could get the insulin.

Ooh... Are you all right?

Oh, yes.

It's just a headache, nothing serious.

Look, let me try getting the stuff, huh?

I won't come back without it.

No.

I have a better idea.

Why should we go looking for the stuff

when we can get someone to bring it to us?

You got someone in mind?

A friend of Carla's.

Yes.

Do you want to talk to Carla Patrone?

Do I!

Carla, where are you?

Go ahead.

Yes, I have a pencil.

So, ironically, Loren Hall had once again been chosen

as an instrument of the underworld.

Well, we have one thing in our favor.

Bardo never expected you to come here.

That's probably why I was chosen.

You're sure you want to go through with this?

Why do you think I came to you?

I can get you the insulin

and see that you're dropped off where they want.

After that, you're on your own.

I've got some idea of what I'm getting into.

Do you?

After Bardo gets the insulin,

you and the girl will be excess baggage.

Can't you make some effort to trace where they take me?

We can try,

but if Bardo suspects we're trying to pull anything,

you and the girl will be dead awfully fast.

Hall had been instructed

to bring a supply of insulin and a hypodermic needle

to a designated spot in the northern part of the state.

It was also specified

that he must travel to the rendezvous by taxi

and then wait there alone.

Any trick could mean the death of the girl.

But since her chances were already slim,

Ness had decided to take the risk.

It would be up to Hall

to see that he and Carla managed to stay alive

until after nightfall.

Everything all right? Yes, sir.

Dump the sulfide?

It's there and waiting for them.

Let's go.

Is everything all right?

Seems to be.

You don't know until after you've injected it

into your arm, though, do you?

Maybe it's poisoned.

Well, there's an easy way to find out

just how poisonous it is.

Hold his arm.

How long we have to wait?

If it's poison, we'll know within the hour.

It'll be dark in a few minutes.

We ought to get moving.

Suppose you let me worry about that.

It is not poison, is it?

No, but we need the time.

I did not think that you would come.

They don't make idle threats, Carla.

They'd have killed you if I hadn't have come.

There it is.

Let's see how far they take us.

More specks.

We're still all right.

This road is going to take us straight to Lake Michigan.

Look at the wheels on that car.

You better keep going.

How far?

Around those trees, out of sight.

We've got to get them out on deck

or that's the end of Hall and the girl.

Well, that's not going to be easy.

Wait here 20 minutes, then drive back to the wharf

and stop with your lights pointed right at them.

The rest of us will borrow that rowboat

and come up on their far side.

Let's go. Right.

It hasn't killed him yet.

In a moment, we'll find some other way.

Now I may live forever.

There's a car out there!

They spotlighted the whole wharf!

Hold it!

All right, drop your guns!

What happened out there?

What'll I tell my public?

Victor Bardo died resisting arrest.

With Victor Bardo's death,

another victory had been won by the Untouchables

in their long fight against narcotics racketeering.

Carla Patrone grew to love and respect her adopted country

while Loren Hall returned to his job a wiser man,

having learned that even a journalist

cannot sit on the fence forever.