Original subtitles

Hold it.

I think we've got him cornered.

Throw your gun out, mister.

You want my gun, you come and get it.

Cover me.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Francis Lederer

and Richard Jaeckel.

With special guest star Jack Warden

and narrated by Walter Winchell.

Here it is, folks,

the greatest girly show on the midway.

They shake and quiver like a bowl of jelly

on a cold and frosty morning.

Now, if you'll just step right over here

and all for the price of ten cents... a thin dime...

At a traveling carnival

35 miles out of Cleveland, Ohio,

Hans Eberhardt, twice convicted out of 15 arrests

for armed robbery and dope peddling,

was shooting ducks with deadly precision.

Eliot Ness, a squad of his Untouchables,

and members of the local police,

took their positions for a raid.

The feds! What, here?

I just seen them on the midway.

Never mind that.

That's a hundred grand worth of stuff.

Never mind it. Here, get this stuff. Put it out in the car.

Peanuts, popcorn five cents a bag...

Fire! Fire!

It was May 3rd, 1934.

Eliot Ness, after seven months of investigation and raids,

was finally ready to move in on Otto Frick,

whose 37 traveling enterprises were a front for

the most widely flung, most tightly organized,

most lucrative dope ring

of the first half of the 20th century.

Although Eliot Ness had closed off his sources

south of the border, and from Canada,

Otto Frick was by no means out of business.

He had already made arrangements

for a new and even greater source of supply.

Aided by his new contact,

Frick and his number one helper, Hans Eberhardt,

lost no time in resuming their operations.

For the Untouchables, the new upswing

in Frick's activities

meant beginning all over again.

Grueling weeks of raids, round-ups

and investigations.

It meant retracing old steps.

Acting on a new lead,

Ness covered legal drug manufacturers and dealers

to ascertain if there might be some way

their supplies were being leaked to Frick.

One such dealer in New York was Manning Loder,

president of one of the largest

drug importing companies in the country.

We sell only to hospitals,

nurses and authorized dealers, that's all.

I'm not accusing you of anything, Mr. Loder.

Then why are you here?

To ask for your cooperation.

Cooperation.

If something isn't right

with a buyer who approaches me for drugs,

I am obligated to report to the police, no?

That's right.

Then you see, I don't need

to be reminded of cooperation.

Mr. Loder, my men and I

are approaching every reputable drug dealer.

Please, I have had so enough of the police in my own country,

that I am already fed up with the police.

If that's all, Mr. Ness, good day.

I have more important things to do

than to sit here and humor a policeman.

Ness remembered that the odds went like this.

One out of every five people approached

in an investigation, is bound to be less than cordial.

Three days later, while questioning

Miss Sharon Dodie, a notorious madame

and purveyor of drugs, who was being held for arraignment,

Ness had occasion to recall

that only one out of every 100,

with information to offer, did so willingly.

Where did you buy the heroin my men found in your apartment? Nothing to say.

You were caught with the evidence. Nothing to say.

Do you do business with Otto Frick? Nothing to say.

Miss Dodie, you can't be more incriminated

by admitting you bought the stuff from Otto Frick. Nothing to...

In fact, a three-time loser might do herself some good. Nothing...

According to the Federal District Attorney,

it might make the difference between a life sentence and, uh...

And what?

He can request leniency.

You bought that stuff from Otto Frick, didn't you?

If I admit that, you'll ask me if I know him.

If I tell you I don't,

that I dealt through somebody else,

you'll ask me who, and if I tell you that,

some little boy who's looking forward to Christmas

with his daddy is gonna have a lousy holiday.

So, I'll put it this way: Nothing to say.

All right, Miss Dodie. That's all.

Matron.

Hey, how much is leniency translated into years?

Depends on how hot the news is.

That little boy's got a lot more Christmases ahead of him than I do.

There's a bookstore on 59th Street called Lange's,

between Lexington and Park, run by a man named Felix Boll.

May I help you?

Are you Felix Boll the proprietor?

Yes, I am.

Anything special you're looking for?

This is a search warrant.

What are you looking for?

Narcotics.

Will you help us or do we help ourselves?

You are making a mistake, sir.

Please, stop it.

You can't... Those are rare books, sir.

We won't hurt the books.

It's a mistake, I tell you.

Lee?

Felix Boll was cross-examined by Ness and Rossi

for eight long hours, but he stuck to his story...

That he had no knowledge of the drugs.

Finally, his lawyer obtained his release.

He was allowed to go without having revealed

much more than his name and address.

We're going to put a 24-hour watch on Mr. Boll.

I want to know where he goes, who he talks to, what he does.

Every time he burps, I want a note on it.

That guy's got the golden egg in him.

He's going to lay it sometime, somewhere.

Beer, please.

Rossman, after alternating shifts

with other Untouchables for over a week,

finally struck pay dirt.

He followed Boll to a rendezvous

with a pretty young lady into a German rathskeller

on 81st Street in the Yorkville section of New York City.

What Ness found out from the young lady,

Erica Schnell, a hairdresser on the S.S. Bremen

was important enough for him to make a hasty flight

to Washington to see Nathaniel Emmons,

Special Assistant to the Secretary of State

for German Affairs.

Direct from Germany.

Heroin, cocaine, hashish, you name it.

The employees on German trans-Atlantic liners

have been smuggling it in for Otto Frick.

And here's the sting.

Erica Schnell admitted she got her orders from

official Nazi party headquarters in Berlin.

What I need from you, sir, is to get me permission

to do some work at the German Consulate in New York.

Well, Mr. Ness, with matters the way they are right now,

I'm afraid we'll never get the go-ahead

to do any undercover work at the Consulate.

I hate to hamper you.

I know how you much freedom means to your operations, but...

Oh, and, uh, the State Department isn't just being capricious,

I can assure you.

I realize that, sir.

Come in.

I have something I'd like to show you.

Read this, Mr. Ness.

It's a confidential report.

It came this morning.

"The government of Germany formally protested

"Eliot Ness's arrest and questioning

"of German national, Felix Boll.

"State Department refers you to directive NG 362, dated May 3, 1934,

"especially paragraph 3, section five,

"dealing with the new government of Germany.

"The Department wishes to reiterate:

"Do not take direct action against any person or persons

"who are citizens of Germany.

The State Department will act on all such matters, until such times as..."

American nationals in Germany can be protected against reprisals.

You see, the situation between the two countries is very delicate.

How does that affect me?

Well, you continue just as you have been doing, Mr. Ness,

only... well, be a little more careful

in your, uh, handling of German citizens, huh?

Yes, sir.

Oh... and speaking of Germans...

Did you ever hear of one named Walter Messlinger?

No.

The complaint about Felix Boll started with him.

He's a sort of a roving ambassador for the Nazis.

He's making a tour of the States right now.

Von Pappen's protégé.

Has the reputation of being able to charm a moose head off a wall.

And from what I hear,

he supplies Herr Goebbels with his drugs.

Sounds promising.

Herr Göering has put on some weight,

but our Führer never seemed more fit.

Herr Goebbels is missing from this shot

because Rudolph Hess blackened his eye over an incident

in the barracks of the elite guard.

We have our personal squabbles,

but we are united in our principles.

Here you see the proof.

200,000 German youths cheering our Führer.

Well, I hope you weren't too bored.

I took some of these pictures myself.

It's the first time I've seen them.

My old man had a moustache just like that one.

Messlinger, let's get down to facts.

I been doing business with you for a month now,

through Hans here.

All of a sudden you cut off my supply and send for me. Why?

Not to show me that "Old Folks At Home" comedy.

It is time that we discussed things.

What is there to discuss?

I pay cash for the stuff you send me.

Isn't that good enough?

I'm afraid not, Mr. Frick.

Messlinger, I know a guy

who had a sense of humor like yours once.

He's now sitting on the bottom of the East River...

in a cement tuxedo.

Telling his jokes to the fishes.

It's a mighty lonesome life he has.

He might appreciate a little company.

You misunderstand me, Mr. Frick.

Then straighten me out.

I have a new proposition in mind.

Yeah?

Please, uh, let me to start

at the beginning.

You see, there's going to be a giant rally

at the Madison Square Garden the 30th of January

to celebrate the second anniversary of the New Germany.

I promised Herr Goebbels

100,000 voices to cheer our Führer that night.

That's a lot of noise, a hundred thousand "Heil Hitlers".

Well, it is not the noise that interests us,

but what the noise heralds... A new world.

Oh...

A new world.

Well, he thinks big, that guy with the moustache, doesn't he?

All great men think big.

Don't you, Mr. Frick?

Yeah, sure.

You see, we start with the theory that no German,

no matter where he emigrates,

ever loses his fellowship in the German Aryan race,

be he, by adoption, Pole, Czech or American.

So, our first step is

to arouse our lost sheep, wherever they may be,

to organize them, unify them.

Then, with our Germans as a core in each country,

to attract other groups,

like the followers of this Fritz Koon

and Dr. Gerold Winrod and your other vest pocket führers...

You're wasting it on me, Messlinger.

I've got no head for politics.

They've got some great ideas, Otto.

You'd be surprised.

Now Hedda said...

She's his niece, I told you about her...

She says I am a pure German Aryan.

And you, too.

Your parents were born over there.

Pure Aryan?

What's that?

Only the top race in the world.

The master race, right, Messlinger?

How does "master race"

put money in our pockets?

An idealist.

That's right, I got my own race... the rich race.

Any objections?

Certainly not.

All right, Messlinger, if you want a contribution

for your big party at Madison Square Garden,

I'll write you out a check, for friendship's sake.

Meanwhile, get busy and fill my orders, huh?

Our drugs are not for sale anymore, Mr. Frick.

What?

Selling drugs is not our business.

Look, Messlinger, I'm telling you again,

don't play spin the bottle with me.

You're liable to get kissed.

What I'm trying to tell you is

that we intend to supply you free from now on.

What's the rub?

Maybe you may do us a favor in return.

What kind of a favor?

Help us to organize as you have organized

your business throughout this country.

Come on, Messlinger, talk plain. Talk plain.

We need your help, Frick,

just as Adolph Hitler needed help in the beginning.

There were less than a dozen members

in the National Socialist Party when our Führer founded it.

We owe what we are today to men like you.

Men who knew how to work underground...

Who knew the value of physical persuasion...

Who know how to buy off the authorities...

Men who get things done.

Today, our storm troopers are made up of these men.

They are highly honored men in our country.

Just as you will be in your country,

when we are in Washington.

Well, you're not putting any goose bumps on me,

but free merchandise... that's a tickler.

For one entire year.

He combs my hair, I comb his, huh?

In other words... yes?

You got a deal, baby.

Come in.

Come in, my dear.

You know Hans, of course.

May I present to you, Mr. Frick.

Well... Hedda is my niece.

Mr. Frick will be working with us.

Your niece, huh?

I could use a niece like that.

I'll be up for adoption if he treats me badly.

Let me be the first to know.

Hans.

You should not have been so openly flirtatious with Frick.

Hans noticed that.

It is he you must concentrate on.

I thought you said Frick was important.

Well, perhaps I meant to say

I wish you didn't enjoy your work so much, my dear.

Frick and Messlinger started organizing

the German-American groups in Los Angeles.

Less than a tenth of them went along with the Nazi code.

But those that did, learned Nazi methods fast.

Those German-Americans who, like Irwin Spector,

could not swallow the Nazi line learned Nazi methods, too.

Mr. Spector? That's me.

Yeah, you're the troublemaker all right.

Keep away from him, you Nazi butchers.

Now you troublemakers, you got to be taught a lesson.

You gotta learn who your friends are.

Police!

Come on.

Although there were usually two policemen on the beat,

that night, by special arrangement with Otto Frick,

there were none.

And now back to...

I trust the stuff has been arriving as per promise.

Right on par.

And how is my end working out?

The boys taking care of things

like you like?

Oh, no complaints.

And the cops?

Their shyness is a credit to your know-how.

You're welcome.

I'll send you the bill.

Delighted.

But from here on in, if you don't mind,

I'd like Hans to handle my end of the details.

I don't think it's such a good idea for you and me

to be seen together too much.

No offense meant.

No offense taken.

Hans is a good all-around man.

You don't have to worry.

I'm not worried about Hans.

Hedda, you're a German.

I'm an American.

Even if we are all Aryans together...

I had it in my head

that you could become one of our leaders.

Me...?

And I'd hoped you would feel sincerely about it as I do.

About what?

About the cause.

You've got to take it all more seriously.

What you mean is, I've got to be a real serious Nazi

before you'll..

Before you'll let me smell that perfume behind your ear,

now isn't that what you mean?

If you were, I would trust you.

I would believe you when you say you love me.

I would believe that it were possible for us.

Hans... try... please try.

My uncle.

He should be here any minute.

And you know how he feels about me

being alone with young men.

Yeah...

One of these days were gonna have to get married

and we're gonna settle all that.

You look so very young,

like a very small boy.

You're kind of funny tonight.

Good night.

Hans... please.

Protection?

You mean like the boys sell to bars

and poolrooms and that?

Like that.

Only we would sell protection

to storekeepers, businesses,

Jewish enterprises.

Oh, the Bund scares them and we sell them protection.

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm thinking two things...

What a dirty trick it is,

and what a sweet racket.

It is a sweet racket.

One of many I can show you.

As the Nazi movement grows in this country,

there'll be many ways for you and me to grow rich together.

You work it that way in Germany?

My dear boy, those in the inner circle have so much money,

they would make your Mellons and Rockefellers

look like peanut vendors.

Oh, wait till Otto hears about that.

No, no, this doesn't concern Mr. Frick.

This is our arrangement, yours and mine.

In the beginning, we'll just accumulate pin money.

Split three ways, and afterwards...

Besides, your Mr. Frick

is already in the "rich race," as he calls it.

We are not.

What are we stopping here for?

If you glance out the window,

you will see a delicatessen run by a Mr. Levitan.

He does good business.

Far better than Fuller around the corner.

Fuller is 100% Aryan.

Don't you feel as I do that Levitan can make up

this inequality by sharing with us some of his profits?

You mean sell him protection?

Are you up to it, Hans?

Well, I used to hang around with some of Capone's boys.

Splendid!

In this racket, that is the equivalent

of a university education.

Yes, sir, I'll be right with you.

20 minutes, no business; as soon as you get busy,

they come in.

Well, what can I do for you, young fellow?

I've got some nice, hot, fresh pastrami, corned beef, tongue.

Don't be bashful. A little bit of each, maybe?

You've got a real nice business here, mister.

Thanks.

Yeah, real nice, modern. Pity to see it ruined.

Well, I don't expect any earthquake.

No, I mean those German guys.

Haven't you heard? What do you call them, uh...

Nazis?

Do you know they're holding meetings around here?

You hear about them?

So?

So they don't like Jews.

And you know what I heard?

They're gonna start throwing firecrackers soon...

Bombs... into stores, into Jewish stores.

Tsk. It's a pity.

Get out of here!

Herschel, something is wrong?

Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong.

Go down in the cellar, Elaine,

and bring up some black olives.

Don't take too much. I don't want you to strain.

But we've got plenty of black olives...

Elaine!

All right, black olives.

You, you hoodlum, get out of here!

Now, what are you getting so excited about, Mr. Levitan?

Look, I like Jews.

It's my business to protect Jews.

That's my business.

Yeah, your business?

How much is it cost me, this business?

Only $50 a week, and that's cheap

for a nice place like yours to keep it nice.

$50, huh? $50!

I'll give you $50, you bum!

I'll break open your head the next time!

I'm an American citizen!

I don't need to pay anyone!

Get out of here and stay out!

Don't feel bad, Hans.

We found what we needed:

someone to be an example for the others.

I see the other merchants were not so brave

as Mr. Levitan.

Where else could they get

firecracker insurance so cheap?

I think we have the makings

of a beautiful friendship, my boy.

The blue sheet is Messlinger's itinerary

across the United States.

The other is a list of German-American bunds

springing up across the country.

Notice anything coincidental?

Well, these are both the same.

When did you get these?

Yesterday morning.

What a setup for a spy system in case of war.

They're not sleeping in Berlin.

Yeah, we know that.

It still doesn't tie them in with the dope-running.

Not yet.

What do you mean by that?

Messlinger's got one more stop

before he gets to New York:

St. Louis.

According to this, he arrived there this morning.

The St. Louis office reported

that Otto Frick got off the plane in St. Louis

at 10:25 a.m., was met at the airport

and disappeared in midtown traffic.

But that hardly proves...

That's right. It's just a guess.

And another guess would be that that meeting...

If there's gonna be one... Has to do with our interference

in Nazi dope-smuggling.

Up to this morning, we've intercepted

over two-and-a-half million bucks worth of the stuff.

That's big business!

And here's another thought:

At those German-American bund meetings, the talk is pure Nazi,

but the action is all American mobster.

Quite a wedding, isn't it?

Frick and Messlinger?

I can hear the church bells ringing.

The bride's got a nice shape on her.

We agreed it was dangerous for us to be seen together.

Why are you in St. Louis?

I didn't get any shipment for a week.

Who's that?

The groom's sister.

There have been delays.

When do I get some more stuff?

Soon.

Sooner than that, baby.

Or somebody in your family's liable

to be wearing a black armband.

We will recruit every German Aryan,

and we will set up National Socialist bunds

in every corner of the United States.

America must rid itself of the mongrel races

as our comrades have cleansed themselves in the Third Reich!

We may have to put your Hans through a supreme test soon.

How?

I will let you know when we come to that.

It may not be necessary.

This uncle of yours,

the New York one who imports drugs from Berlin,

what's his name?

Why?

What's his name?

He cannot afford to be mixed up with us.

Would you prefer that I test your little playmate Hans now?

It could be dangerous for him.

We're in trouble, Hedda.

There is no choice.

His name is Manning Loder.

Ah, yes.

You will telephone him when we get to New York.

You will tell him that I will call on him.

Seig Heil!

Seig Heil!

I have regards from your mother

and your two sisters in Cologne.

That's right.

Are they well?

Well and happy.

My dear mother,

she will not leave Cologne for anything.

Why should she? It's her home.

But I miss her terribly.

We grow apart.

One goes where one's fortune takes him.

True.

And that, one might say, is why I am here with you.

Indeed?

I will come straight to the point.

In your business, you manufacture

large quantities of cocaine and morphine, isn't that so?

Yes.

And you have stock on hand?

Certainly.

Large stock?

I don't see why... I need it, Loder!

What?

Oh, I will pay your price.

It is a favor not to Hedda or to me, but to Germany.

But I can't!

Herr Messlinger, that's out of the question.

I'm afraid you have no choice, Loder.

The health of your mother and your sisters in Germany

depends on your cooperating with me.

Is my meaning clear?

Yeah, clear.

Good.

How... how much do you need?

All you have got.

All you can get.

But I have orders to fill.

My orders must take precedence over yours!

You're a German!

You should understand without questioning!

I see. I will do as you say.

When can I get what you have on hand?

Tonight.

Where?

At my warehouse, Long Island City.

What time? 10:00.

That will be fine.

You are a wise man, Mr. Loder.

Tonight.

A wise man.

Hello. Ness.

Yes, Mr. Loder.

We'll be there.

Manning Loder.

Who would've figured him as a present from heaven?

Who's he?

The fellow who threw me out of his office.

We have a chance

to pin something on Messlinger tonight

for the first time. Come on!

There will be shooting?

I hope not.

You hope?!

Oh, you police, if I get shot at,

you will hear from my lawyer all right.

Come in.

Yes? Where is it?

I don't know you.

That's okay, I know you. Where is it?

Mr. Messlinger sent you?

No, I read about it in the funnies.

Come on, sport.

Do you have some... some proof?

Some identifications?

Yeah.

Okay?

Over there.

Get it.

Me?

Yeah, sport.

Here.

Hold it.

Bill, get the door!

Lee, over here.

I think we got him cornered.

Throw your gun out, mister,

and come out with your hands in the air.

You've got five seconds. Throw that gun out.

You want my gun, you come and get it.

Cover me.

Nothing much you can learn from him now.

Anyway, Loder can still... Where's Loder?

As soon as the shooting started,

he ducked behind those boxes.

Is he dead?

Yes.

He must have gotten in the way

of that guy's wild shooting.

Wild shooting?

That was deliberate.

January 30, the night of the big Nazi rally

at Madison Square Garden.

Herr Messlinger was in fine humor at the German Consulate.

So I told him

that Hitler is a lot more than

a conductor of wild choo-choo trains,

like Mussolini.

He means what he says.

Yeah? Messlinger.

Hey... Hello, baby.

I told you this morning, I cannot get my hands

on any more stuff.

I remember.

I remember tonight's your big pow-wow

at Madison Square Garden, too.

Yes, I'm late already.

You figure you don't need a guy named Otto Frick anymore, huh?

You figure he did his job for you,

and you can brush him off.

Please, we'll discuss that tomorrow.

Messlinger, I'll give it to you straight.

You try to brush me off, and your führer's moustache

is gonna be minus one of his hairs.

You get me?

Good-bye, Mr. Frick.

Don't you hang up on me, or I'll... Yes?

I'm not just talking, Messlinger.

I'll pluck you out and flush you right down the sewer.

May I hang up now?

Just one more thing.

Your deadline is tonight.

If I don't receive the goods by 10:00,

I'm gonna take a little trip down to the Garden

and measure you for a cement tuxedo.

You get me, baby?

10:00

Swine.

What's wrong?

Drink that.

Drink it.

Why not?

Tonight at Madison Square Garden

is the climax of my entire campaign in America.

There's only one thing that can ruin it now...

Otto Frick.

What? Yeah!

Just now on the telephone, he threatened to murder me.

Because Ness jumped the merchandise?

He blames me.

Oh, but how can he?

I tell you he does.

Tonight at 10:00,

with the eyes of the whole world watching,

he's going to make a shambles of everything...

unless, uh... Unless what?

He must be stopped.

You understand?

You mean knock him off?

You must stop him, Hans.

Me?

No.

No.

You are part of Hedda and me now.

Your life is a part of ours.

Just as ours is a part of yours.

But Otto is my friend.

How can he be your friend if he's our enemy?

You know I'd do anything for you.

But I can't do that.

You've asked my consent to marry my niece.

Frick is our enemy!

If I give my consent to this marriage,

are you still going to call him your friend?

I don't know.

Hans... listen to him.

Do as he says.

There is little time left.

I must leave now for the rally.

Otto Frick is not the first friend to turn enemy.

And he won't be the last.

For such a sign of your faith and loyalty to us,

I would be happy to agree to your marriage.

I want you more than anything.

Hey, kid!

How'd you get in?

I used the old key.

I was gonna contact you.

I'm taking out that Messlinger job.

He won't need you anymore.

Where he's going, he can teach the fish

the goose-step all by himself.

Hey... you been on the juice again?

I told you Messlinger has been playing it straight with you.

He can't control Ness any more than you can.

And I told you my agreement with Messlinger

didn't have no Ness clause in it.

It's up to him to keep my supplied,

Ness or no Ness.

If he can't do it after I held up my end,

he'll have to turn in his birth certificate.

Want another shot of booze, spill it.

I could use one myself.

Cheer up, kid.

Think of what I'm doing for the cement business.

Otto... Huh?

I have to do this.

Put that down.

It's either you or them.

Them?

So she finally got around to you, too, huh?

You sucker. Shut up!

She couldn't get nowhere with me, so she tried you.

Yeah, yeah, me! I was first.

I could prove it

by that cigarette case on the dresser.

Her cigarette case.

She thought she lost it,

but I had it all the time.

Come on, kid, forget it.

She's nothing but a cheap little tramp.

You sucker.

I'm going to marry her.

Chump.

Cigarette case.

Get it.

Get it!

Open it.

You can understand enough German.

Read what it says.

"To my dear wife, Hedda.

From her loving husband, Walter."

Walter Messlinger.

Much better for a work to pass itself off single.

You sucker.

Otto, I...

I was brushing Ming Toy,

and suddenly we heard a shot, so I...

Yes, I-I know, Mrs. Couley,

you've already told us that.

Well, thank you very much.

We'll get in touch with you if we need you.

Anytime you say, Captain Reardon. Thank you.

Anytime at all. He was registered under another name.

The house detective made a positive identification

on him for it.

You have anything from the doorman?

Yeah, he got into a cab.

The doorman thought he said he wanted to go

to Madison Square Garden. The Garden?

They're holding a big Nazi meeting there tonight.

I bet he didn't go there just to "Sieg Heil."

Not with lead in him.

I am worried.

What is keeping Hans?

You gave him too much to drink.

He does not drink well.

He's not a baby, as you know so well.

It's all right, it's all part of our work.

It's from Hans.

He wants us to meet him in the corridor

near the main stairway.

Something must have gone wrong

or he would have come in.

We go immediately.

Sieg... CROWD: Heil!

Sieg Heil!

Sieg... CROWD: Heil!

Well, if it isn't my two blue buddies.

You're drunk. Yeah.

But how can you tell?

Have you seen Frick?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Sieg Heil!

What happened?

Is he dead? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I shot him.

I shot him with this,

just like you wanted me to.

My gun is not satisfied yet.

No.

It's still hungry.

Hans...

Don't talk back to me, Mrs. Messlinger.

The big shots will be on the main floor.

Better pull up at the 8th Avenue entrance.

Right.

We're going to a lot of trouble

to save Messlinger's life.

Is it worth it?

His story will be worth it.

"To my dear wife, Hedda.

From her loving husband, Walter."

Now pick it up, loving husband.

Pick it up!

Hmm.

Now let me see you give it

to your loving wife.

Give it to her!

Sieg Heil!

Well, now, what's the matter with you?

Why don't you cheer?

Cheer!

Sieg Heil.

Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil.

Again!

Sieg Heil!

Drop it!

Hans, don't. They'll kill you.

Drop it, kid.

I didn't want to hurt her.

I didn't want to.

Who is he?

I don't know.

Why was he threatening you with a gun?

Are you a police officer?

My name's Ness.

Ah, yes, I know who you are.

I assure you, this man is insane.

He pulled a gun on my wife and me

when we came towards him.

He's dangerous.

He should be locked up.

You know these people?

No, not them.

I don't know them.

You seem to be target number one tonight, Messlinger.

There's another one on his way.

A fella called Otto Frick,

your partner. I have no partner.

I never heard of anybody called Otto Frick.

You must have your information wrong, Mr. Ness.

I have it right,

your life isn't worth a breath it takes to lie.

I do not understand what you're talking about.

Do I have to wait here and listen to all of this?

If you're gonna take me away, let's go now!

Take him away.

You'd better come along.

Are you placing me under arrest?

Unfortunately, it's my duty to try to save your life.

I have no fear of my life, Mr. Ness.

Come, my dear, we mustn't miss one moment

of this glorious evening.

Thank you for saving our lives, Mr. Ness.

Yeah.

Messlinger... right down to the sewer.

It was the end of the partnership.

Hedda Messlinger told the story to the authorities.

Frick and Messlinger had paid with their lives.

She was deported back to Germany.

Hans Eberhardt, as a three-time loser,

was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Aside from being the end of a vast dope ring,

it was one of the first major thrusts

of the Nazi fifth column in America,

and helped alert us all to the dangers ahead.

Yet even now, after Hitler's dreams

of world conquest have been thwarted by a war

the totalitarian voices are not silent.

You can still hear them if you listen.