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What was she doing here, Sammy?

Sh-She was nosing around, trying to get information.

What kind of information?

Oh, what happened to Tommy.

Go on.

I told her I didn't know anything.

Nothing, Larry, I... I swear.

Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Sam Levine, Larry Gates,

and Robert Emhardt.

With special guest star June Havoc.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

1931. Business, racketeer style.

The business: milk.

The tycoon: Capone student, Larry Fay.

He matriculated from cabs to beer to milk,

which had been selling at ten cents a quart.

Although in those dark Depression days,

even that was a high price,

Fay succeeded by organizing

certain unscrupulous milk companies into a monopoly

and raising the price of milk as much as three cents a quart.

Two of those cents went to Fay.

Stores that refused to deal

with the new monopoly were shown the Capone method.

For the majority of respectable milk companies

who stuck to fair prices, in spite of threats

and warnings from Fay,

disasters piled up one on top of another

in actions that reddened the highways of four states.

The style was Al Capone's,

but the signature was Larry Fay.

One of those who refused to tremble before Fay was

Wayne Owens, whose family had headed

a small but successful dairy company for 100 years.

So no dirty gutter rat is gonna dictate to me!

Stop screaming, Mr. Owens.

It aggravates Frankie.

His bite is worse than your bark.

Now, it all comes down to this, Mr. Owens:

you're in with us, or...

I don't have to stand for your dirty tactics.

I'm gonna call the police.

They don't like to be disturbed at this hour.

That's not gonna stop me.

I'm still gonna tell 'em all about you.

I'm gonna tell 'em not only how you recruit

your partners, but who two of 'em are.

Yeah, the two who came here this afternoon to soften me up for...

All clear.

Clean up the office.

You want to be careful who you call gutter rat, Mr. Owens.

There was no better front to cover

Larry Fay's illicit activities

than his swank nightery, the El Fay.

His nightclub partner and mistress of ceremonies was

one of the most popular entertainers

of the Prohibition Era... Sally Kansas.

♪ He's a big butter and egg man from Cracker Town, PA ♪

♪ He's worth 400,000 pounds in chickens, so they say ♪

♪ He turns the city upside down ♪

♪ Drinks up all the booze in town ♪

♪ Big butter and egg man from Cracker Town, PA ♪

Hey, hey, hey!

Well, well, well, honey.

That's a pretty seedy looki" little gent you got there.

You'd better be careful, honey.

Looks like a hot kiss and a cold breakfast might just kill him.

Hey, hey, hey!

Look who we got here, folks... We got a stag.

You know what a stag is, don't you folks?

It's an old buck with no dough.

♪ He's a big butter and egg man from Cracker Town, huh? ♪

Cracker Town!

♪ Yeah, Cracker Town, PA! ♪

Come in.

Hello, Fay.

If you've come to shoot holes in the beer barrels,

they're in the cellar, with my fine wines.

I'm not interested in beer.

I'm interested in milk.

Smoke?

Go on... it's a genuine antique.

Cost me plenty.

A man named Owens was killed last night.

Yeah, I heard it on the radio.

He was in the milk business, like you,

only he wasn't part of your setup.

What setup is that?

Did you ever meet him?

Mm-mmm.

You didn't keep the appointment?

What appointment is that, Mr. Ness?

Your name was on his date calendar...

7:30 p.m., Larry Fay.

They fixed the time of his death at 8:00 p.m.

Interesting?

Yeah, I used to know a couple of Larry Fays in Chicago.

One of 'em was a cop.

Names ain't particular who wears them.

You ain't got nothin' on me, Mr. Ness.

Get your coat.

You think that's gonna help?

An hour after you get me downtown, I'll be out.

It was an accident that killed this guy, an accident.

They said so on the radio.

The guy works hard, he's tired.

He don't see the open doors.

Boom! He goes ten flights.

Happens all the time.

Some guys get pushed.

I got a dozen people... Two dozen...

That'll swear they was with me

in the steam bath when it happened.

So why don't you save us both the wear and tear?

You don't kid me, and I don't kid you.

Here it is straight:

I mean to hand you over to a grand jury

with a murder tag around your rotten neck.

Sally.

Well, if it isn't my favorite Fed.

Sit down, Mr. Ness.

This is my baby brother.

Say hello to Mr. Ness, Tommy.

How are you?

Hello, Tommy.

Mr. Ness and me are old friends.

He closed me up once in Chicago,

but no hard feelings.

How about this Dapper Dan, huh?

Cut out that big sister stuff, will you, sis?

Okay, okay.

Please forgive me, I keep forgetting.

Gee, you're pushing 22 now, aren't you, huh?

See you later.

There goes my number one.

I thought Larry Fay had that position.

Same position, another team.

I thought you were keeping clean, Sally.

Oh, now listen, we run a pretty elegant trap here.

Those Chicago days are over.

I'm not referring to the club.

I'm talking about Fay's big racket... his milk operation.

Milk?

Larry hasn't touched milk since he was six years old.

Maybe he doesn't tell you everything.

Would you like to escort me

over to my dressing room, Mr. Ness?

I have a bottle of vintage sodee pop hidden there.

You got something to tell me?

No, but if you've got something to tell me, I'm gonna listen.

For old times' sake.

Tell Sally the joint is dying.

Tell her I said for her to pep it up.

Nope, I don't buy that.

Larry promised me when we opened this cellar together

that he was through with the rackets.

Well, it had to be that way...

My brother's an impressionable kid.

Those mug habits rub off, you know?

He's not even allowed to hang around here.

Well, not very much.

Not that I'm over- protecting him.

He's no Little Lord Fauntleroy.

Aside from everything else, Larry Fay's a murderer.

Nobody's ever proved that.

I'm going to prove it.

Yeah? Well, I'll believe it when you do.

And until then, you're just a federal cop

with four flat feet, who likes to kick up the mud

and doesn't give a hoot who it hits.

You're being had, Sally.

Oh, I'm being had, all right,

only not by Larry... by you.

Good-bye, Mr. Ness.

See you around, Sally.

Okay, okay! I'm comin'.

What did he want?

He's got a wild idea you figure in some deals around town.

I told him,

you aren't in on anything dirty, not anymore.

He said something about a milk probe?

I gave you my word, didn't I?

It's solid gold.

Yeah. If it turns green,

you're gonna get it right back with this cellar... in spades.

You think I'd take a chance on that?

You're my baby, and you know how you score with me.

I hope so...

'cause it isn't easy to find somebody else

who likes sauerkraut for breakfast.

Well, everybody, enjoying yourselves?

I'll soon put an end to that!

You're wanted on the telephone, Mr. Fay.

Now, you got any requests?

Any songs you'd like to hear sung badly?

The phone call was urgent,

a summons to meet with his two chief cohorts

in the milk rackets...

Fred Stegler, Class of 1908, Yale:

born into one of the largest milk companies in the country;

and Carl D. Arnold, self-made man who first started

as an office boy in the company he now headed.

In the car they could conduct their business

without fear of hidden mikes or Eliot Ness.

I'm not interested in your excuses.

It was an unwarranted move on your part, Fay.

Carl, you know how I feel about the use of force.

What did you expect me to do, Mr. Stegler?

Let him louse up everything?

We run milk companies, not slaughterhouses.

Committees parading up and down the streets with signs,

a grand jury probe staring us in the face,

with Ness himself called in to investigate.

Ness! Ness! Ness!

I'm fed up hearing about that guy!

What is he? He's a nothing! Nothing!

This ain't Chicago...

and I ain't makin' the same mistakes

them other monkeys made so he could nail you.

I pay my taxes.

Fay, I will not put up with it.

Hold it, Fred.

Mr. Fay has done well enough by us so far.

Has he? Has he, really?

Considering we've sold ourselves out.

Fred... you're much too sensitive.

Much.

I didn't hear you beef when the profits went up.

Is it worth it?

You!

You just remember one thing.

You're in like we are.

Win, lose, or draw.

Drop me off at the club.

Then take the gentlemen home.

Right, Mr. Fay.

Mr. Stegler.

Yes? What is it?

Use your own key instead of ringing for the butler.

Now, look here, young man.

Mr. Stegler, you don't want

anybody to hear what I got to say.

The way I see it, Mr. Stegler,

everybody looks out for himself, right?

I mean, his future...

Now, in my hand right here, I got the power to break you.

Like that.

So I say to myself, "Suppose I was Mr. Stegler"...

Which is a pretty good thing to be, considering...

"and suppose the public was to find out

"about me and that milk deal.

That could break a man, right?"

Don't get me wrong.

Just because I can make trouble, don't mean I have to, right?

I mean...

all those meetings in the car I listened to...

What do you want?

100,000 bucks.

You must be out of your mind.

By tomorrow.

And one more thing.

I'll call you.

And I wouldn't figure on going to Larry Fay.

If anything happens to me, it gets to the cops.

It's arranged.

Right?

Fred, talk slower.

Take it easy.

Yes.

Who?

Well, of course I'll help, but I'm sure you got

over a hundred thousand dollars in the company account,

so just draw it out of the bank.

I can't withdraw a hundred thousand dollars

from the bank without arousing suspicion.

I can raise fifty, but the rest

is going to have to come from you.

Under no circumstances is Fay to know about it.

Do you hear me, Carl?

I just can't afford to risk it.

Control yourself, Fred.

Control yourself.

All right, I'll get the rest of the money to you.

Stay put, Tommy, my boy.

You're going out again.

Head for the East Side.

♪ ♪

What's up this time of night?

Big emergency.

Someone going to get it?

That's not a polite question.

Saving your money, Tommy?

I've managed to put a few cents away. Why?

A guy without a buck, he don't rate.

I ought to know.

I used to live around here.

Right over a stable, begging for food.

You know how my old lady got it?

Going to work when she was sick.

She fell down the stairs.

Turn right, Tommy.

Who we waiting for?

Larry?

You little punk.

Larry, let me tell you how it was.

I know how it was.

And this ain't the first time.

But Sally's gonna get you for this.

Eliot Ness knew that the focal point in the milk probe

was Larry Fay, but the evidence required to convict him

continued to elude the Untouchables,

while District Attorney Roger Hayden and citizen committees

continued clamoring for results.

The Women's Leagues,

civic groups, politicians,

screaming about the price of milk.

And all I can give them are promises.

Look, I need facts.

Cold, solid evidence to lay before the grand jury

or they'll be no indictments, Mr. Ness.

I know that, Roger. You'll get evidence.

How? When? If I could pull it

out of this drawer right now, I would.

Until I can, we've all got to use some patience.

What do I tell the public, meanwhile?

Yeah? Eliot.

Hello, Ness.

Captain Reardon.

I'm calling from Pier 21.

One of Fay's friends has just been fished out of the river,

all wired and weighted down.

He's very dead.

Sally Kansas' brother.

I'll be right down.

Lee.

After we made identification,

I thought you'd be interested in having a look, Mr. Ness.

Medical examiner estimate the time of death?

Yes, sir, between 2:00 and 4:00 this morning.

We never would have found him

if it hadn't been for a dredging crew.

Okay, boys.

Thanks, Captain.

Just last night, she told me how much he meant to her.

That doesn't figure.

The kid had connections.

He was practically Fay's brother-in-law.

It's an old custom, liquidating brothers-in-law.

Dates back to the Borgias.

Why? Why Tommy?

Easy, baby, easy.

It's all my fault, bringing him into this kind of life.

Where is he, Larry? I don't want him to be alone.

I'll take you to him.

I promise you.

Whoever did it, I'll find him.

Where're you going to start looking?

Here?

Come on, let's go.

I'm sorry about the boy, Sally.

You're sorry?

Everywhere you follow me, my luck is bad.

Nobody asked you to help.

Let's go.

How'd you get here so soon with the news?

Big mystery.

It was on the newscast ten minutes ago, okay?

Close the door behind you, Mr. Ness.

All kinds of undesirables wandering around these days.

Assuming there is some connection

between the boy's murder and Fay,

I still can't see how it ties in with the milk racket.

Neither do we, yet. We're still playing hunches.

How do you file them, Eliot?

Under "H"?

I know it's not much,

but Tommy was a part of Fay's life

and Fay's a part of the milk racket.

Well, I'll need more than hunches

to make it good with the grand jury.

I'll see you in court, I hope.

Rico, I want a 24-hour tail on Fay.

Lee, a wire tap on all calls in or out of the club.

Right.

And now, back to...

Fay was put under 24-hour surveillance,

but nothing pertinent occurred

until after Tommy Kansas' funeral,

which was paid for by Larry Fay.

Ness' hunch was about to pay off into fact.

On that night, Fay picked up two men

on different street corners uptown.

Observed by the Untouchables,

the men were then driven around Central Park,

while they held a meeting in their room on wheels

for over two hours.

I made it plain the last time

that there was to be no violence.

And I made it plain I handle my end my way.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

How did we get to be murderers?

Don't exaggerate, Fred.

There was no need to kill that boy.

What did you expect me to do,

kiss him for trying to blackmail you?

Why did you tell him, Carl?

I didn't. He found out himself.

If there was just some way to get away from this.

To push it all aside.

I haven't slept for a week.

Ah, quit whining.

You're about to get richer.

We're hiking the price again.

You're what?

With that jury probe due in ten days?

Well, that's madness.

Ah, they got nothing on us.

All talk and no action.

Now's the time for a raise

before the probe gets underway.

When it's over, we're good boys again.

But the price stays.

That's a reasonable assumption.

No! No, I want no part of it!

Fred... use your handkerchief.

Your nose is running.

Carl D. Arnold, President, Manhattan Milk Company

and White Star Dairies.

Fred Stegler, Chairman of the Board,

Stegler Milk Company and Aimes Dairies.

Let's take a ride.

Visiting John Arnold on his home grounds,

Ness explained his presence as merely routine

and part of the upcoming milk probe.

Arnold deplored the necessity for price raises

and sympathized wholeheartedly

with the public's point of view.

Mr. Arnold would not be

an easy witness to break down.

As for Fred Stegler,

he declared his innocence a little too strongly.

You must realize, Mr. Ness,

that due to the Depression,

prices had been slashed to rock bottom

to accommodate the times.

Now, surely this is not unreasonable?

No fair price is unreasonable, Mr. Stegler.

That is a base insinuation.

I don't see why I have to be subjected

to this sort of interrogation.

Mr. Ness, I refuse to be questioned any further.

Good day, sir.

Whatever you say, Mr. Stegler.

There'll be time enough at the probe.

There's no question about it.

The weak link in the chain is Stegler.

I want him hounded between now

and the opening of the probe.

Call him for figures, statistics,

anything from the cream content of a Jersey cow

to the number of milkings during the rainy season.

Where Rico lets off, you pick it up, Lee.

Anything to keep him on edge.

We'll need some angle to make it look official.

Use the D.A., he's official enough.

Just a minute, Mr. Stegler, I'd like to ask you...

For the next few days, Stegler was harassed at every turn:

at his club, his office, or while dining.

Nowhere was he safe from the endless pressures

of surveillance and interrogation.

Ness' plan was a twofold pincer attack.

First, designed to drive Stegler to the breaking point.

And second, to convince Sally Kansas

to bore from within.

Somewhere between the claws of his maneuver

was entrapment for the enemy.

Hello, Sally.

Yeah.

Soda pop?

I would offer you a sedate slug,

but it's all gone.

If you want to rehearse, why don't you go home?

Still interested in finding Tommy's killer?

Are you still interested

in legalizing all of the fun out of fun?

Larry Fay been helping you?

Yeah. He's been trying to help.

He's got no further than me.

Why not try us?

You can get some facts you'd have trouble digging up.

There's only one fact I know...

Tommy is dead.

Sally, the night I met him... Where'd he go after that?

Did he run any errands for Larry Fay?

Just what is that supposed to mean?

Maybe your partner's got a reason

for not finding his killer.

Larry could no more hurt my brother than...

he could hurt me.

You're also sure he had nothing to do with the milk rackets.

He has, and your brother worked for Fay.

Was in with him deeper than you knew.

You're a liar!

Larry can prove it to you.

If you lay off this and work on him.

If I'm wrong, all you've got's an argument.

If I'm right,

you've found the man who murdered your brother.

So, now you're the host, and I'm the surprise.

Can I come in?

You're in.

Looks like my uncle's place.

Pretty crummy.

He's a sucker, too.

An honest lawyer... Can you beat that?

Whoever heard of such a thing?

An honest lawyer!

You come here to trade uncle stories?

No, Ness, no. I came here to tell you

to keep your hatchet-swinging hands out of my personal life.

Does it hurt, Fay? Not hurt.

You and your mosquitoes can't hurt me.

Itch! You itch, and I don't like it.

Now, I'm warning you, Ness...

You don't warn me, punk!

You'll get rid of us when we get rid of you!

You're persecuting me.

Why? You got nothing on me!

It's a matter of time.

Stop hounding me!

And keep away from Sally.

Yeah, she told me how you've been trying to steam her up.

Coming between a guy and his girl...

That's dirty, even for a cop!

So is murder! More innuendoes?

That's one I'm gonna make stick!

Hmm.

You know... my uncle's a jerk.

He turns down opportunities, just like you.

I wonder what he'd say to a real big opportunity.

I wonder what you'd say.

You can stop wondering.

Despite the hue and cry raised by the new price increase

and Eliot Ness closing in on him,

Larry Fay figured his best defense was an offense.

He continued to operate brazenly.

As long as members of the milk company

stuck together, the law could do little

to them, he thought.

Theirs was a racket listed on the Stock Exchange,

a distinction Fay had never before achieved.

But there were the rumbles of discontent within the ranks.

Eliot Ness had guessed well

when he tabbed Fred Stegler the weak link in the chain.

Now Fay's exposing us to a violent press

by raising the prices again.

How do you think that's going to look to a grand jury?

All we have to do is "sit tight and play it cozy,"

in the words of our partner,

and testify that the prices are fair, in our opinion.

You expect them to believe that some five corporations

under our control arrive at one fixed price by coincidence?

No one can prove price-fixing, Fred.

That's why we were both attracted to Fay's idea

in the first place.

I don't know. I just... I just don't know.

You seem so secure.

I wish I could be.

My life is just one round of nightmares and...

and drinking.

Sometimes I feel as if I could take my life

rather than face exposure.

Don't talk like that!

I tell you what I think, Fred.

I think a trip would be just the thing.

Why not?

A little cruise to Bermuda.

Sunshine, rest.

You'll come back fresh and relaxed,

ready for the probe.

To get away, even for a little while...

Believe me, it's the best thing.

Well, maybe you're right.

Here.

Thank you.

Had a friend of mine once,

took a boat to Europe and never came back.

You understand, of course,

Fred Stegler is no common hoodlum.

Oh... No offense meant.

This situation requires delicate handling.

I'll wear kid gloves.

What would you suggest as a going away present, Larry?

Why don't you give him a party?

One of those, uh... what do you call 'em? Uh...

Bon voyage?

Yeah. Bon voyage.

We're closed at the club on Mondays,

and that'll make it real private.

Fred would like that.

He's always enjoyed parties.

Been driving 20 minutes,

they still haven't picked up Stegler.

Our midnight calls have been interrupting his sleep.

Maybe he's still in bed.

Oh, uh, that friend of yours...

The one who never came back, Larry...

What happened to him?

He drank too much and had an accident.

Oh.

Unfortunate.

I'll prepare the guest list.

You, uh...

You will make it a nice party, Larry, won't you?

The best.

I'll talk to Sally.

She's real good at making people laugh.

Fine, Larry.

Laughs are what Fred needs.

Only two of 'em.

Seems like the weak link was dropped from the chain.

That's a good sign.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

I thought it's time we both came out of mourning.

I know what the kid meant to you.

He meant the same to me, didn't he?

He was family.

Only you're making yourself sick carrying on this way.

You were going to find out who did it.

Sure, sure, I will.

I made you a promise, didn't I?

Yes, and it stayed right in that category, too... a promise.

Well, when it's more than that, you'll know.

Meantime, we got a business to run.

That's why I took on a private party for Monday night.

I can't... The money's good.

We can use it.

Besides, it's time you got started again.

Go on... open it.

The sparkler goes with the flowers.

That must have cost a boodle.

You're worth it, baby.

What's this for?

Just amusing the jokers?

It's for your birthday.

You even forgot that.

Now, what do you say?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it is time I get back to business.

Good girl.

Sammy, wake up.

Wake up, Sammy!

Hello, Sally.

You can go back to sleep soon.

Sleep?

Who can sleep here?

I feel like a pretzel.

You looking for Larry?

He's home.

I drove him home myself.

He wanted his car cleaned.

Take care of things pretty good for Larry, don't you?

He pays me.

Hey, you need a car or something, Sally? No.

I came to talk to you... about Tommy.

Tommy?

May he rest in peace.

Uh, how about some coffee?

I got some coffee inside.

We can sit down, we can talk about...

Sammy!

The night Tommy was killed...

Was he doing an errand for Larry Fay?

I wouldn't know, Sally.

I got a job here, that's all.

I sleep in cars, with my head on the desk there,

but I wake up, and that's all that counts.

I don't see what's going on, so I don't know...

I know. He was doing an errand for Larry.

Now, I didn't say that.

I don't know what cars come in and go out.

You're lying, Sammy!

Nobody passes through here without your seeing.

But why are you lying?

Was it Larry?

It was Larry, wasn't it?

But why? Why?!

Be smart Sally and forget it.

Stop digging into things.

Let the kid rest in peace.

What could the kid have possibly done

that was so terrible that he had...?

Sure, maybe he'd punish him.

He might even beat him, but to kill him?

I can't tell you.

Why?!

Why?

Oh, Sammy, help me.

Sammy, please help me.

He was trying to blackmail one of Larry's partners

in the milk deal.

What was she doing here, Sammy?

She-she was nosin' around

trying to get information.

What kind of information?

Oh, what happened to Tommy.

Go on.

I told her I didn't know anything.

Nothing, Larry, I-I swear.

All right.

Let's call her up.

Medallion three...

two, one, one, one, operator.

Yeah.

Tell her you were worried about her comin' around here.

Tell her not to do anything foolish, you got that?

Hello, Sally?

Yes. Who is it?

This is Sammy.

Sally, I been thinkin' about you comin' in here before.

Sally, I beg of you...

don't do anything foolish.

I told you not to worry, Sammy.

Nobody's gonna know you told me anything.

Tell her "Good-bye."

Good-bye, Sally.

Well, she likes her brother so much,

maybe she ought to join him.

When the time's right, Frankie,

we're gonna kill two birds with one car.

♪ There are smiles ♪

♪ That make us happy ♪

♪ There are smiles ♪

♪ That make us blue ♪

♪ There are... ♪

How did you get in here?

Where's Sammy Archer?

I dropped in to see him.

He wasn't around.

Never showed up at home, either.

Just wondering if you might know where he was

or why he might be missing.

Look, I'm very busy.

I have to get these things set for tonight.

I thought the club was closed tonight. That's right.

This is a private affair.

And so is this dressing room.

Decided against teaming up?

I'll put it to you straight, Ness.

I have my own satisfaction to get,

and I'm not going to share it

with you or with anybody else.

You're liable to end up like your brother.

So?

The Salvation Army gets my diamonds.

Sammy was found in the street, dead,

apparently the victim of a hit-and-run driver.

Nothing in the medical examiner's report

indicated anything suspicious.

But Ness saw the mark of Larry Fay on the incident.

That party at the El Fay Club tonight, Eliot,

it's in honor of Stegler.

Here's the guest list.

The maitre d' got confidential for a price.

What's the occasion?

Stegler's taking a trip.

Let's go down to the El Fay Club

and help him unpack his bags.

The surprise party turned out to be just that,

only the surprise was on Eliot Ness and his men

when they found the El Fay closed.

Nothing.

The maitre d', how sure are you of him?

Why?

Maybe he took your money,

told Fay a guy was asking questions,

so he switched the shindig to another spot.

Well, he said he wasn't working the party.

Why don't we pay him a visit at home?

That's what I was leading up to.

Within the hour,

the maitre d' was located at his Grammercy apartment

and hustled out of bed.

He was willing to return his gratuity and let it go at that,

only they had made a bargain

with the custodian of the velvet rope:

money for information

and information was what they got.

The party was being held on the cruise ship

the S.S. Espirito in Stegler's cabin.

There are smiles ♪

♪ That have a secret meaning ♪

♪ That the eye of love alone can see ♪

♪ But the smiles ♪

♪ That fill my heart with sunshine ♪

♪ Are the smiles that you give ♪

♪ To me. ♪

More, Sally, more!

Gee, that was beautiful!

Thank you. Oh, well, that's all for now.

What do you expect for nothin', huh?

I'll be right back.

You always did know how to give a party, Carl.

Glad you like it, young lady.

Fred likes it, too.

I can see that.

Let's drink to Fred's Bon Voyage.

Come on, Fred.

Go on, go on, Fred, force yourself.

Here you take a whack at it.

Come on, Freddie, a little drink...

just a little one.

♪ ♪

Having fun, Sally?

What?

Relax, baby, relax.

That's the all ashore.

I'll tell you what. I'll say good-bye to everybody

then I'll come back and take you home.

All right, Larry.

I wanna get a little fresh air.

Pick me up at the boat deck. Sure.

Visitors ashore, please. All visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please. All visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please, all visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please.

All visitors ashore.

Okay, folks, that was the all ashore whistle.

Come on, let's go.

Party's over.

Night, Larry!

Thank you very much.

All right, good-bye.

Come on, keep it going.

Time to say good-bye to your guests, Fred.

Freddie... Is he ready?

You won't have any trouble with him.

Gimme a hand.

You can manage him yourself.

He's dead weight.

Where's Fay?

Fay ain't here.

Now grab his arm!

Ready to go, honey?

Now who is that, anyone I know?

Oh, quit kiddin' around, Sally.

They're gonna pull the gangplank any minute!

Sounds like my old friend,

my old friend and partner, Larry Fay.

My kid brother's boss.

Yeah, it's a gun.

It's little, but it's lethal.

No, Sally, no.

No, you, you don't know what you're doin'.

Sally...

Did Tommy crawl and turn yellow the way you're doing right now?

I-I couldn't help it, Sally.

The kid crossed me!

Just the way you crossed me!

Go on, beg.

Let me hear you, Larry... beg!

Don't Sally, don't!

Please don't!

Beg!

Hey!

Sally!

You pull that trigger again, you'll be killing yourself.

You stay out of this.

Don't do it, Sally.

It's not worth it.

Please... please stop her.

She don't know what's she's doin'.

Sh-She ain't herself.

Stop her before she finishes me off.

He's as good as dead now with what we have on him.

Don't let him take you along.

Please, Sally...

please, please, listen to him.

Please, Sally, please!

Sally?

Come on, Sally, I'll buy you a bottle of soda pop.

Sally Kansas, after serving two years

of a ten-year sentence for attempted homicide,

went on to a bigger and better night club career...

and Eliot Ness had his ace witness in Fred Stegler.

When the milk probe opened on the 4th of May, 1931,

Mr. Stegler talked freely and well enough

to put those responsible for the monopoly

behind bars for years to come.

As for Larry Fay,

he died the way he was born, crying.