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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.