Original subtitles

Gentlemen?

We'll have the usual.

Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert Stack as Elliot Ness.

Co-starring Michael Ansara, James Coburn,

and Alfred Ryder.

With special guest star Brian Keith.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

On the night of March 25, 1931,

two trucks rode into Kansas City

with a million dollar load of synthetic Jamaica Ginger,

a deadly drink commonly known as Ginger Jake.

The two trucks belonged to Rafael Torres,

seemingly a gentleman sportsman and breeder of horses,

a naturalized American since 1913.

Because Ginger Jake was manufactured

by cheap native labor, the profits to Rafael Torres

from this insidious bootlegging racket were enormous

and Jerry LaCava wanted those profits.

With five of his hand-picked hoodlums,

he made elaborate plans

to hijack the smuggled shipment of lethal alcohol.

To challenge Torres's monopoly

on the illicit Ginger Jake business,

he had enlisted the services of the Rock Brothers...

Two of the most notorious torpedoes in Kansas City...

Andy Bello, alias Louis Belmont,

four years in Leavenworth for procuring and white slavery;

Richie Peters, three-time loser,

11 years in Atlanta for mail fraud and armed robbery;

and Wally Hellmann,

ex-welterweight Marine Corps champion,

booked on suspicion of murder on three separate occasions,

no convictions.

Get ready, Wally.

Let 'em have it!

Now turn those trucks around and drive them to our warehouse!

The hijacking and the killing was the opening round

in the fight between Rafael Torres and Jerry LaCava

for the rich and rotten Ginger Jake booze.

Although the government

had sharply curtailed the supply of Ginger Jake

coming from Santo Domingo to New Orleans,

Eliot Ness, who had been assigned to the case,

knew that millions of dollars worth of the deadly brew

had already been smuggled into Kansas City,

the hub of the Ginger Jake operation in the Midwest.

His problem was simple and urgent...

Find out where it was stockpiled, and quickly.

What do you make of it, Eliot?

These holes, those truck tire marks

add up to hijacking.

Eliot.

I found this.

Jamaica Ginger?

No mistake about that.

Mr. Ness? Yes, Captain.

Here's the rundown

on the two truck drivers that were killed.

Both had records. Thanks.

Anything else we can do for you,

just let us know.

We certainly will. Right.

Those truck drivers came from New Orleans.

It must have been Jamaica Ginger all right.

All we have to do now is find out

who it was being delivered to.

At least there's one thing we're sure of.

What's that?

There must be an awful lot of that poison around

to start a gang war over.

Despite the threatening gang war,

two days later, Rafael Torres invited Jerry LaCava

to his horse farm on the outskirts of Kansas City

for a friendly discussion.

Except for one or two minor convictions as a young hoodlum,

Torres had stayed clear of the law for more than 15 years.

Ah...

A second and three-fifths better than yesterday.

She's gonna be a winner, that one.

I'm worried, Rafe.

About a horse like that?

Look. First time out,

you bet every dollar you got, right on her nose.

You know what I'm talkin' about. LaCava.

Don't bet on him.

He's a loser.

Yeah, but he's gettin' big.

And he's got a big mob.

He's a punk!

Here comes the big punk now with his big mob.

Nice front you got here.

Where are the rest of your boys?

They're around.

Let's go inside and talk.

Nothing cheap around here.

You know how to live.

Well, you don't throw a place like this together over night.

It takes time.

Larry, go down to the cellar

and bring up a couple bottles of my fine brandy.

Have a seat.

What do you think of that, boys?

Only the best for us.

You didn't think I'd give you Ginger Jake, did you?

What does it cost to run a place like this?

I mean, the horses, the help, the works.

Well, it's hard to say.

You know what J.P. Morgan said to the man who asked him

how much it cost to run his yacht?

What did he say?

He said, "If you had to ask,

you can't afford it."

What's that supposed to be, a joke?!

You think I can't afford a layout like this?

Is that what's so funny?

Now, you listen to me, Rafe, and listen good.

Before I'm through, I'll buy

and sell this place a hundred times over!

Who said you wouldn't, Jerry?

Now, look, don't be so sensitive.

I'm sorry if you didn't like my little joke.

I didn't like it.

When I want to hear jokes, I'll listen to the radio.

All right, I heard how funny you are.

Now let me hear you serious.

Well, first off,

I'd like to say I'm a peaceful man.

Never had trouble with anybody.

I haven't carried a gun in 15 years,

even before the New York boys

came around to my way of thinking.

Say some more.

Live and let live... What more can I say?

Now, look, Jerry,

I shoot you, you shoot me.

You know who wins?

The florist.

Frankie Yale got more flowers

than anybody ever got at his funeral.

Me, when somebody sends me flowers,

I want to be able to smell 'em.

All right, so we both want to live.

So what's your deal?

My deal's a fair one.

You got two of my trucks,

but that's still only a small part

of the Ginger Jake I got stocked away.

Where?

Not so fast, Jerry.

We come to terms, I tell you where.

What terms?

I'll give you ten percent.

You'll have to do better than that.

What did you have in mind?

Fifty-fifty.

I wasn't prepared to give away that much.

You gonna have to give me a little time to think about it.

You got a week.

When you make up your mind, you know where to reach me.

Oh, that's great stuff.

Is that what J.P. Morgan drinks?

Work with him?

That cheap punk, trying to hold me up.

He'll get my answer, all right, right between the eyes.

What are you gonna do?

Get LaCava out of my hair.

He's gonna get all the shooting he wants before this is over.

Operator.

New York, person-to-person.

Dennis Garrity.

Courtland 0-7868.

It's for you, Dennis.

It's long distance.

Garrity.

This is Rafe.

I got another contract for you.

When do you want me?

Tomorrow afternoon, my place.

I'll be there.

Pay this window. 20 bucks.

Uh... Hey, look, I'll play you another game,

only this time you gotta give me a 20-pin handicap.

Call for you, Jim. Kansas City.

Kansas City? Who do I know in Kansas City?

He didn't say who it was.

All right, I'll be right back.

I'll-I'll spot you 20.

Jim Martinson.

My name is Rafe Torres.

You don't know me, but I'm a good friend of Frank Nitti's.

Frank's a good friend of mine, too. So?

I spoke to him this morning.

Told him I might be needing some help.

He said I could depend on you.

Frank tell you to call me?

Check with him first if you want.

When do you want me?

Tomorrow afternoon at my farm in K.C.

The address is 40 Wiley Road.

I'll be there.

Okay, let's go.

One more game.

You owe me $20 for the last one.

Double or nothing on the next one.

Nah, money on the line.

Come on, pay for the other one first.

What's the matter, don't you trust me?

No.

All right, I'll write you out a check.

Cash.

Look, I'm a little short right...

You're a little short? You ain't short. Hey!

You're a little shrimp. Hey, I'll pay you tomorrow.

First you thought you could hustle me,

now you're gonna welsh on me. Come on, let go of me, will ya?

The following afternoon at his farm

in the southern suburbs of Kansas City,

Torres outlined his plan for getting rid of Jerry LaCava

to his imported killers,

Jim Martinson, of Detroit's Purple Gang,

and Dennis Garrity, one of the New York syndicate's

best torpedoes and enforcers.

Just so there won't be any hitch in the plans,

I'll have Larry trail him night and day,

find out where he goes and what he does.

Clock him just like a racehorse.

Five or six days' time, we'll meet here again.

I'll give you the whole setup.

Is this LaCava ever alone?

No.

He always has two or three of his boys with him...

The Rock Brothers and Andy Bello.

Look at this saddle.

Hand-tooled for me in Argentina.

This one's not gonna be easy.

I got guts, but I don't like to see 'em spread out

all over the sidewalk.

You scared?

Ledke always said you had ice in your veins.

Only when the odds are on my side.

Four against two?

Now, look, Garrity,

I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do.

You want to pull out, it's okay by me.

I'll get somebody else.

Who said anything about pulling out?

I just want you to know it's no pushover.

You want more money, is that it?

Okay, I'll double it.

How's about five grand each?

Fine.

Now I got ice in my veins.

Got a good wheelman?

Larry.

He's as good as they come.

Ah, here's my problem child.

Spooky, that's what I call him.

You know, he worked six furlongs in 109 and three.

But he's a real outlaw.

What's the matter with him?

I'll show you.

See? Loud noises.

Any kind of a loud noise drives him crazy.

He's spooky all right.

Can we get out of here?

Well, when you need me,

I'll be staying at the St. Charles Hotel.

Where are you staying, Jim?

Well, we shouldn't stay in the same place.

I'll find a room and then I'll let you know where I am.

Well, good luck, boys.

When I go on a job, luck has nothing to do with it.

That's the kind of talk I like to hear.

Yes?

What is it?

Is the room still for rent?

Why, yes. Would you like to look at it?

Uh-huh.

Who is it, Louise?

It's someone for the room, Auntie.

Oh, that's my aunt.

This is her place.

Won't you come in?

The room is on the second floor.

Thanks.

How do you do? Hello.

I'm Mrs. Judith Foster, Mr. uh...

Martinson... Jim Martinson.

Oh, I'm sure you're gonna like it here.

Show the gentleman to his room, Louise.

I'd show you up myself,

but I haven't been able to climb those stairs for two years,

ever since I've been smitten with this terrible rheumatism.

If it weren't for my niece, I don't know what I'd do.

Teaching school,

looking out for things around here.

Auntie, Mr. Martinson doesn't want to hear about us.

Well, that's all right, I don't mind.

Louise says I talk too much

and meddle too much in other people's business.

Well, I say she doesn't talk enough

and stays too much by herself.

I'll show you to your room.

Will you follow me? Okay.

Rent's five dollars a week, in advance.

You can pay Louise.

Oh, this is nice.

It's the nicest room I've had in a long time.

Did you make these?

Just some material I had left over

from the curtains I made for my room.

You live downstairs with your aunt?

No, my room is directly above this one.

Which reminds me,

I still have a lot of papers to correct.

If there's anything you want, you can call me or my aunt.

Hey, wait a minute, you forgot your rent.

I don't know if I'm gonna be a week or two.

It's kind of hard to tell in my business.

I'm a professional bowler, sort of.

Oh, that must be an exciting life.

Well... Well, good night.

Uh, I don't suppose it means anything to you,

bowling, I mean, but do you know if there's

any alleys around here?

Why, yes, they're quite near.

I pass them every day on my way to school.

Just three blocks east of here.

Ah. You bowl, too?

Oh, no.

Well, wouldn't you like to try?

It's a good game.

Well, I'm sure it is,

but I don't know the first thing about it.

Well, it's easy.

I could teach you.

Um, I could give you your first lesson tomorrow night.

What do you say?

That is, if you haven't got another date,

or something like that.

Well, I don't know.

What I mean is, of course, I don't have a date, but...

See, I haven't got any friends in this town,

and in any other one for that matter.

I always been kind of a loner, you know?

Well, except for being surrounded by 50 schoolchildren

and Auntie, I'm something of a loner myself.

Well, then it's a date, huh?

Very good.

But I promise you I'll be a terrible pupil.

Good night, Mr. Martinson.

Jim.

Louise.

Good night, Louise.

And now back to:

Less than four days after Jerry LaCava hijacked

the two trucks containing the poisonous Ginger Jake,

a victim of the deadly drink was found one morning

in an alley of the slum district of Kansas City.

The policeman who discovered the poor derelict

called Captain Roberts, who, in turn, notified Eliot Ness.

Ginger Jake, contaminated with wood alcohol,

had claimed its first victim in Kansas City.

His name was Willie Meyers.

Came originally from Wichita.

That's all we know about him so far.

Know where he lived?

No address in his wallet.

My guess is that he lived in one of the flophouses up the street.

Captain, could you get a coroner's report

on the cause of death?

I'll send one over to your office

soon as we can, Mr. Ness.

Looked like alcohol poisoning to me.

That's what I'm worried about.

We cut off the supply coming in from Louisiana,

but there must be thousands of gallons of the poison

right here in the city.

My men have checked every garage and warehouse in the city.

If it's here, I don't know where they're hiding it.

Or who's hiding it.

These flophouses... They on your beat?

Yes, sir.

You check them all?

At least once a month.

I know the men who run them.

I'd like to check these flophouses for myself.

They're not pretty, Mr. Ness.

Neither was Willie Meyers, Captain.

Eliot Ness and Lee Hobson began interrogating

the flophouse owners, examining the premises.

In each flophouse it was the same story...

None of the managers had heard of Willie Meyers.

Each of them piously denounced anyone

who would descend to selling dope,

denatured alcohol or Ginger Jake.

Looks like we've come into the high rent district.

Yeah, 50 cents a day.

Must give them something special

for the extra 25 cents.

I can't imagine what.

Let's go in and find out.

I told you fellas...

Well, I don't suppose you want a bed

from the looks of you.

Federal officers.

Oh, well, what do you know?

First it was the Health Department,

and then the city police

and now I got the feds on my neck.

Well, go ahead and look the place over

as much as you like.

It ain't the Ritz, but I run a nice cheap,

clean hotel, or flophouse, if you're gonna call it that.

It's not as cheap as some of the others we've been to.

Oh, you noticed that, did you?

Well, it's like you say, you pay for what you get.

What do they get here they don't get at the other places?

Oh, many things, many things.

Better service,

better showers, nice clean towels.

Mind if we look for ourselves?

Well, yeah, go ahead.

I couldn't stop you if I wanted to.

If it's all the same to you, I'll go back to sleep.

Nothing in here.

Let's try the others.

Ten and 20 won't open.

Try number 30, Lee.

It won't open, Eliot.

Ginger Jake.

No wonder they pay twice as much here.

Friend of ours says you got the best service in town.

Just sign your name and give me your 50 cents.

Sure, sure, you don't need to worry about us.

Keep your money, boys.

Better find another place.

We're closing this one up.

Closing it up? Why?

This is why.

All right, beat it, boys.

If you're smart, you'll be more choosy

about picking your next flophouse.

Get your coat. You're coming with us.

Now, wait a minute. I can explain this.

I didn't want to have anything to do with this stuff.

I didn't want to handle it, but it was forced on me.

I either had to handle it or get my place blown up.

Who forced you? Who was it?

I don't know who he was.

He just come in and laid down the law.

Ah, be reasonable now,

you can't pin a bootlegging rap on me for that.

We were taking you in for murder.

Murder?

That's right.

One of your guests died an hour ago.

You'd better play ball with us

and tell us who sold you this poison,

or we'll throw the book at you and throw it hard.

Now who was it?

Who was it?!

The name is Bello.

Andy Bello.

Who does he work for?

I don't know who he works for.

He just said he'd be in tomorrow afternoon to collect his money.

Keep the place going for another 24 hours.

We want to be around to collect him.

Hey, you were great, you know that?

No, I mean it. You've been bowling what,

less than a week now, and already you make a hundred.

Oh, that last spare was absolute luck.

Did you see my knees shake?

Oh, that don't mean nothing.

By the end of the year, you'll be bowling 200.

Oh, you're sweet, Jim.

I'll never be much of a bowler and you know it.

But I love being with you.

Me, too.

I mean, being with you.

All right, so you won't make 200.

By the end of next week, you'll hit a hundred and a half.

Oh, next Saturday is Memorial Day

and I was planning to visit my mother in Wichita,

just for the weekend.

Oh, listen, uh,

are you gonna tell her about...

you know, about us?

Should I?

What should I tell her?

Early that same evening, Rafael Torres contacted

his two torpedoes,

Jim Martinson and Dennis Garrity.

The big kill was arranged for 9:00 the following morning.

The next morning at five minutes after 9:00,

Jerry LaCava and Andy Bello

walked into Whalen's Ham 'N' Egg Diner

while the Rock Brothers remained outside in the car.

Dennis Garrity took up a position in a dark doorway.

His eyes riveted on the two men in the car.

Gentlemen?

We'll have the usual.

Oh...!

LaCava's dreams of empire ended in the hash house,

and Torres was now in undisputed control

of the Ginger Jake racket in Kansas City.

But Eliot Ness' first valid lead was eliminated

with the slaying of Andy Bello.

Less than an hour after the LaCava massacre,

Eliot Ness and his men arrived

at the scene of the mass slaughter

and were questioning the waitress, Agnes Nelson.

Aw, look, I've told you everything I know.

I can't remember exactly what he looked like.

He was big and blond.

How big?

At least over six feet.

I didn't pay any special attention to him.

He ordered sunny-side eggs

and he buried his head in the paper.

Can't you even remember what he was wearing?

An ordinary suit.

Brown, gray, I don't remember.

Anything else?

Well, he had a bowling bag with him.

A bowling bag?

Yeah.

Thank you, Miss Nelson.

Sure.

Hey, wait.

Mr. Ness, I do remember something else, a scar.

A what?

Well, when I was serving him his eggs,

I notice he had this scar on the back of his hand,

like, ooh, from a bullet wound.

I had a boyfriend once, a soldier,

had a scar just like it right here.

Well, we went swimming together,

in the municipal pool.

Do you remember which hand the scar was on?

That one.

Thank you, Miss Nelson, you've been a big help.

From the government files in Washington,

Eliot Ness requested the identities of criminals

with the following characteristics:

over six feet, blond, scar on the back of the right hand.

Well, here they are, 27 men from all over the country.

Let's break them up in sections.

Lee, you check these men out in the San Francisco area.

Right.

Rico... you take Chicago.

The Untouchables had put in calls to the police chiefs

of New York, Chicago, San Francisco and Detroit.

And the first five suspects were cleared.

But it was a different story

when Captain Williamson of the Detroit Police Department

called Eliot Ness back later that afternoon.

I checked, Mr. Ness.

As far as we know, Jim Martinson left town about a week ago.

Any idea where he went?

No, but if he comes back,

I'll pick him up for you.

He's easy to nab.

Always hangs around bowling alleys.

Did you say bowling alleys?

Martinson's one of the best bowlers in Detroit.

Better than a 200 average.

Thanks, Captain, I'll call you if I need anything else.

With a blown-up picture of Jim Martinson

made from the mug shot,

Eliot Ness and his men made the rounds

of the Kansas City bowling alleys that afternoon.

At Sandy's Recreation Club, Simon Zipperman, the manager,

recognized the picture instantly.

Recognize him?

Yeah, sure.

Jim Martinson, one of our best bowlers here.

He won a tournament last night,

bowled 280 his last game to take it.

Know where he lives?

Sure, I've got everybody's address

that entered the tournament.

Uh... here it is.

816 Rodney Street.

Thanks.

Does a Mr. Martinson live here?

Oh, yes, sir. Upstairs, second floor.

Is anything wrong?

Did you see Mr. Martinson yesterday morning?

Well, I slept late yesterday because I didn't sleep

the night before on account of my terrible rheumatism.

Is Mr. Martinson in now?

Yes, I think so.

I didn't hear him go out.

He's a real nice fella.

He's engaged to my niece. Thank you.

We just want to ask him a few questions.

His room is down the hall on the right.

Who is it?

Police.

Come on in.

Just having some coffee.

You're a long way from home, Martinson.

What are you doing in Kansas City?

Bowling.

Don't they have bowling alleys in Detroit?

Sure.

But nobody'll play me there any more.

I gotta find new suckers someplace.

Where were you yesterday morning, say around 9:00?

9:00 yesterday morning?

Well, look, uh...

look, don't put me on a spot, will you?

If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not say.

We'd like you to say or we'll take you in.

Where were you?

Okay.

Well, there's a girl lives upstairs,

and, uh, I spent the evening with her, you know.

So yesterday morning, 9:00,

I was havin' breakfast with her.

What's this girl's name?

Her name's Louise Rainey.

She's a nice girl.

We're engaged to get married.

She don't know nothing about my record

in Detroit. Is she in now?

Well, yeah, I guess so.

She was in her room a little while ago.

Watch out what you say to her, will ya?

I'm straight now, and I'm gonna stay that way.

Yeah.

Victor 4116.

Yeah?

Hello, Garrity?

Listen, the feds are here.

Martinson, you keep your mouth shut.

Understand?

I already opened my big mouth and told 'em

I was with my girl yesterday morning.

That's a perfect alibi.

Yeah, only she don't know about it.

She just took the bus to the railroad station

half an hour ago.

What was she wearing?

Uh, a blue suit and a...

a white hat with a lot of blue flowers on it.

Listen, you gotta talk to her.

If the feds get to her first, I'm sunk.

Well, don't worry. Leave her to me.

I'll handle everything.

I'm in this, too. Who knows?

Maybe you can do me a favor sometime.

Look, Jim, meet me in my hotel in a couple of hours.

There's something I want to talk to you about.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Look, tell her that I'll explain everything to her

when I see her, huh?

I gotta hang up.

I thought you said your girlfriend was in.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I forgot.

She had to go to Wichita.

She was gonna tell her mother about us being engaged.

Yeah, you ought to see the ring I got her.

Emerald, big as a bowling ball.

Check Wichita, Lee.

Stick around, Martinson.

I might have some more questions to ask you.

Well, where would I go?

I'm getting married next week.

Fine, but just stay away

from Niagara Falls for a while.

♪ ♪

Louise! Yes?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Jim's.

Your boyfriend's in trouble.

He wants to see you right away.

Jim? In trouble? What kind of trouble?

Well, I just as soon he told you.

Get in, I'll take you. He isn't hurt, is he?

No, no, nothing like that.

But my train to Wichita, it'll be here in ten minutes.

Well, you can take the next one.

I'll loan Jim my car.

He can take you back. Come on.

The city's behind us.

Why are we going this way?

To get a little fresh air.

I thought you were taking me to see Jim.

Well, that depends how smart you are.

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

Now, you turn this car around. I insist on it.

Relax, teacher.

You do what you're told, nothing will happen to you.

Happen?

What do you want?

Who are you?

I told you, a friend of Jim's.

We're counting on you for a little help.

A smart teacher like you shouldn't have

any trouble memorizing a few lines.

What lines?

The lines to the police when they ask you about him.

You tell them that you were out with him

the night before last.

And that you had breakfast with him

yesterday morning, 9:00 to be exact.

But that's an outright lie.

Why should I tell the police I was with Jim when I wasn't?

Don't give us any trouble, teacher.

You do as I tell you and stop asking

so many stupid questions.

You want to see your boyfriend hang,

is that what you want?

Hang?

Jim?

For what?

Well, for murder.

What do you think they hang people for?

Murder?

For knocking off those two guys in the diner yesterday.

Don't you read the papers either? Jim?

Oh, no, Jim couldn't have had anything to do with that.

The police must be mistaken.

You're the only one that's making a mistake, teacher.

Now, what do you say?

Yes or no? Are you with us or not?

You turn this car around.

I want to talk to Jim. I want to see him.

Oh, you're pretty stupid for a teacher.

That was the last that was ever seen of Louise Rainey.

The school teacher's brief and tragic romance

with the killer, Jim Martinson,

ended in the blaze of gasoline on a lonely spot

on the outskirts of Kansas City.

Yeah?

It's Martinson.

You talk to her?

When I tell somebody I'll do him a favor,

I always keep my word.

How did she act when you told her?

I mean, uh, did she say anything?

Well, she was very cooperative.

She knows the score.

I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told her.

You two better not see each other

until after the heat's off.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, thanks.

I don't know what else to say, except

anytime you need something, why, let me know, huh.

You mean that, Jim?

Well, sure.

I never forget a favor. Never?

Hey, how'd you like to be best man at my wedding, huh?

Oh, Jim, I'd like to, but I'm going back

to New York right after we get paid off

tomorrow night. What for?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I got a new contract this morning.

You don't waste any time, do you?

I'd like you in it with me.

Nah, I can't, I'm settling down.

Louise gets back next week, I gotta start thinking

about looking for some kind of work.

Well, there's ten grand each.

You can do a lot of settling down on that kind of money.

Ten grand?

Must be a big hit.

As big as they come in this town.

Who's worth 20 grand in Kansas City?

Rafe Torres.

You on the level?

You want to hit Rafe?

Look, Jim, it's going to be an easy ten grand.

Tomorrow night when we go out to the ranch

to get paid off, we hit him.

I'll pick you up at 7:00, your place.

I don't know, I could use the dough, but...

But what?

Well, you can't knock off Rafe like he was some punk.

He's too big, he's got connections.

We couldn't get away with it.

You think the New York syndicate's going to stand for that?

The syndicate asked me to do it.

It's their contract, Jim.

I told them you'd come along.

Ah, look, Jim.

The New York boys want Rafe out of the way.

They want this Ginger Jake racket

all to themselves.

Look, Jim, I'm asking you as a friend now.

I did you a favor, didn't I?

Okay. Okay, I'm with you.

Ah, now we got something to drink about.

After Eliot Ness had called Louise Rainey's mother

in Wichita, and ascertained she had not been there,

he notified the local police that he was looking for her.

The following morning, at 8:30,

State Police Officers Charles Benson and Michael Grillo,

while cruising the area near the city dump,

saw an unusual fire.

Better get to a telephone and call headquarters!

When Eliot Ness arrived there an hour later,

only the sex of the victim had been determined.

The only clues that had been found

were the metal locks from a suitcase

and a woman's large emerald ring.

Looks like a woman's ring.

Think it might belong to the girl you're looking for?

Yeah, I think so.

You know her, Mr. Ness?

Not exactly.

Captain, I'd like to keep her identity secret

for a day or so.

Why?

Because I think whoever did this

didn't expect us to find the body,

or recognize it if we did find it.

May I borrow this ring?

If you think you'll need it.

I think I will.

Thanks.

Come on, Rico!

Oh, Jim's not in.

He went out bowling about an hour ago.

Thank you, Mrs. Foster, but, if you don't mind,

we'd like to see for ourselves.

I don't know what you want with Jimmy,

but he's a fine a fella as you'd ever lay eyes on.

If you don't believe me,

that's the key to his room.

You can look for yourself.

Thank you.

Think he took a powder, Eliot?

I don't think so.

He's got three suits

and a couple of pairs of shoes in the closet.

Now, where would Martinson get his shoes so full of mud?

Well, not walking from here to the bowling alley.

I can tell you that.

I'd like the lab to do a soil analysis on this.

Maybe we can find out where Martinson's been going.

Eliot?

What do you make of this?

It's hard to tell.

A grain of some kind.

Better get this to the lab, too.

After leaving the specimens of soil and grain

at the police laboratory,

Eliot Ness and his men confronted Jim Martinson

in Sandy's Recreation Club.

Well, hello.

Can I buy you a bottle of pop?

No, thanks.

When'd you last see Louise Rainey?

Uh, yesterday afternoon.

Where is she now?

Well, she left for home... Wichita.

Are you sure of that?

Well, of course, I'm sure.

Eh, call up her mother if you don't believe me.

I don't believe you.

What do you mean you don't believe me?

I told you she went to Wichita.

That's where she is.

She never left Kansas City, Martinson, and you know it.

I don't know nothing.

What do you think you're driving at?

You killed her to shut her up.

Me? Kill Louise?

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

What, are you kidding or something?

Nobody killed her.

I told you she left town.

Now, she's either at her mother's house in Wichita

or she stopped off at her girlfriend's in Topeka.

She's not in Wichita, Topeka, or any other city,

and you know it.

Hey, what is this?

Look, you know something I don't, tell me, come on.

Where did you get that?

Out of a fire.

It was the only thing that didn't burn

except a couple of suitcase locks.

No.

I didn't do it.

I didn't kill her; I loved her.

We was gonna get married.

Who did it?

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

You know, Martinson.

Tell us. Who did it?

I don't know, I told you I don't know.

Will you leave me alone?

Do you think he did it, Eliot?

No, but I think he knows who did.

Let's get back to the lab.

Rico, keep a tail on him.

Hello, Larry?

It's Martinson.

Yeah, I know about tonight.

Listen, is Rafe there?

Tell him I want to talk to him.

The grain found in the cuffs of Jim Martinson's trousers

was comparatively easy to analyze.

There was no doubt it was oats,

but an analysis of the soil deposit was more complicated.

In order to pinpoint precisely where the soil came from,

the topsoil analyst of the region was called in.

After a process of deduction and elimination,

he concluded that it came from an area

to the south of Kansas City.

Are you sure, Professor?

Well, reasonably sure, Mr. Ness.

There, you can see for yourself.

You see right there, you can see the little grain...

Thank you, sir.

Hello.

Yes, he is.

For you, Mr. Ness.

Thank you.

Hello. Ness.

I've lost him, Eliot.

He must have gone out the back way.

We've got to find him again.

Look, Rico,

meet us at the County Recorder's Office right away.

Thanks again.

The County Recorder's Office had been closed two hours,

but Eliot Ness prevailed

on the superintendent Claude S. Winninger

to reopen the office and assist him

in establishing the exact location of a parcel of land

having anything to do with horses.

Any racetracks in that territory?

No, nor any riding academies either.

Oh, here.

This is what I think you may be looking for.

The Torres farm, it's been operating about 15 years.

Thank you.

Shortly after 8:00 that night,

Dennis Garrity and Jim Martinson drove up

to the front door of Torres's farm.

Garrity attributed Martinson's strangely quiet behavior

to an attack of nerves...

A normal tightness a torpedo feels before the kill.

Glad to see you, boys.

Right in time for the payoff.

Where's Rafe?

Oh, he's with some new horses he just bought.

Come on, I'll show 'em to you, they're real beauties.

Ah... what do I know about horses?

Everything I know about horses

is what I read in the scratch sheet.

What's that?

Spooky the stallion.

Why doesn't he get rid of that crazy horse?

Rafe don't give up so easy.

He's pretty stubborn.

Come on in.

Well, if it isn't my favorite friends.

Did a great job, boys, great.

Ten G's and it was worth every nickel of it.

I owe you plenty, boys.

I won't be forgetting it.

Well, if you ever need us again, you just holler.

Right, Jim?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, it's good to know you got friends you can depend on,

and that's a fact.

Now that LaCava's out of the way,

I got his boys working for me.

I got every drop of Ginger Jake in the county.

What do you think of that?

What about our dough?

You know, this stallion in here really worries me.

I don't think he'll ever be able to race.

He's too scary.

You should see him around guns.

He really goes berserk.

What is this?

Rafe.

N-No!

Now, now listen to me.

It was the New York boys.

Honest, Rafe.

No, no, no!

Give me that, give me that.

Rico, you and Bill go around back.

Cops!

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Concealed in the hay trucks and the silo,

Eliot Ness found more than one million gallons

of poisonous Ginger Jake...

All of the lethal rotgut

that had been smuggled into the country...

And all of the criminals who had fought

for control of this insidious traffic

were wiped out to the last man.