Original subtitles

There he is.

Well?

You, uh... You got a light?

Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Bruce Gordon,

Michael Constantine, and Joe Disantis.

With special guest star Harry Guardino.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

Three weeks after the conviction of Al Capone

on the ironic charge of income tax evasion,

the Justice Department of the United States

had called its leading law enforcers

from every major city to fly to Washington

to testify in behalf of an anti-racketeering bill,

which would widen the jurisdiction

of federal law enforcement officers,

and put teeth into their bite against the underworld.

Yes?

It's for you.

Thanks.

Hello. Ness.

When did they get back?

Where are they now?

All right, stay with them.

Anything wrong?

When Capone was convicted, four of the five big shots

who ran his bootlegging empire left town.

I've had my men keeping an eye

on the railroad stations and airports.

So, your pigeons have come home to roost.

Three of them came in half an hour ago.

They headed straight for Nitti's office.

One more arrival

and the homecoming will be unanimous.

Which of them stayed home? Nick Moses.

Ness.

Hello, Lee.

Greco back?

What are you psychic or something?

He'll be going to the Club Montmartre.

Stay on his tail.

Right.

You'll have to go to Washington without me.

It looks like they're coming out into the open again now.

I understand. Well, good luck, Eliot.

Bring us back a law, Beecher.

I'll do my best.

Good-bye. Bye.

Okay, Nick.

All right! I won't listen to you!

So? All I know is

that I turn my back and somebody picked up my chips.

I don't sit still for it!

All right, take it easy, Vinnie.

Take it easy? Take it easy!

This-this Nick muscled in on my district!

He needs a lesson in how to read a map!

He started supplying Jake Kurowski.

Jake is my biggest customer, my bread and butter!

His business pays for all my expenses!

And he's in my district!

Your district?

And where were you?!

In Miami Beach.

And when you're in Miami Beach,

Miami Beach is your district, period!

You got a sun tan, I got Kurowski's action.

I'm through talking to this thief, Frank!

What are you gonna do?

Al said you would handle things.

Al don't want any more trouble.

Al just wants to collect his dough.

That's what I'm here for, to make sure he gets his dough.

And there isn't gonna be any dough

if you guys start fightin' among yourselves.

Vinnie's got a right to fight.

If you let Nick keep Kurowski,

he's gonna start grabbin' a piece from everybody's

district and we're gonna fight back!

I didn't say I was gonna let Nick keep anything!

And I didn't say

I was gonna take anything away from him, either!

There's two sides to this thing.

Number one:

Vinnie left town, Nick stayed.

Kurowski needed the stuff, Nick supplied.

And I kicked in with a percentage to Al.

The only money Al got within the past three weeks,

he got from me!

When I'm talkin', Nick, I like to finish!

The other side is you all agreed

to respect each other's districts,

so this is what I say,

and this is like Al was talking.

Now, you two settle this by yourselves and quick!

Let one buy the other out

or whatever you decide with Kurowski,

just remember,

whatever you decide, you do it peaceful.

You both understand me?

I asked a question.

I don't hear any answer!

Am I goin' deaf?!

I get it, Frank.

I got it, Frank.

That's better, much better.

Okay, let's get down to business.

The return of Capone's overlords to Chicago

signaled a swift renewal of underworld activity.

And in addition,

it signaled the return of Eliot Ness and his Untouchables

to the grim task of hunting down the breweries

and the speakeasies.

During one such raid on a brewery on Chicago's west side,

an important meeting was taking place on the other side of town

in the plush Silk Stocking District of Chicago.

Jake Kurowski, well-known Chicago restaurateur,

watched curiously as Vinnie and Nick were in the act

of settling their differences about Kurowski's territory;

though not exactly as Frank Nitti had indicated.

Well, so long, Vinnie.

Moses!

You lousy double-crosser!

Come on, let's get out of here!

A kid! He had to hit a kid!

But it wasn't Rosie's fault, Nick.

The guy just wouldn't go down.

I never seen anybody take so much lead.

Rosie must have hit him at least five times.

Pull over there by that phone booth.

How is he?

He's still unconscious.

You're wanted on the telephone.

I can't take a call now!

I think you'd better take this one.

It's Nick Moses.

Stay with the kid.

Kurowski.

Hello, Jake?

Nick Moses.

What happened?

Somebody gunned us as we came out of the club.

How's Vinnie?

He's dead.

Gee, that's tough.

What about the kid?

He's unconscious.

What hospital they take him to?

County.

I'll be seeing you, Jake.

My name is Carabello.

They told me my son's been hurt.

Oh, yes, Mr. Carabello.

Uh, let me see.

Your son's in Room 761.

The elevator's to your right.

Mr. Carabello?

Your son was at the scene of the shooting tonight.

If you want him to get well,

you'd better tell him not to talk to the police.

You see, Mr. Carabello,

your boy did not see anything

and he did not hear anything.

Do I make myself clear?

I wouldn't forget it if I were you.

See you around.

Going up.

Going up, sir?

Hello, Eliot.

How's the boy?

Well, he's lost a lot of blood.

But what are you doing here?

I thought you might have a line on who shot Orcell?

I was hoping you'd tell me that.

Capone's boys are back in town.

My guess is they're making a few adjustments.

Oh, this could get worse.

Before it gets better, it could get a lot worse.

Do you want to handle this?

Officially, murder isn't my jurisdiction.

Even Orcell?

Not unless he had a flask in his hand when he died.

Unofficially, then.

When will you be able to question the boy?

As soon as the doctor says it's okay.

Shall I give you a call?

I'd appreciate it.

Mr. Carabello?

Yes.

The doctor's inside with your son.

He asked when you arrived to wait out here.

Who are you?

Lieutenant Hale Johnson, Chicago Police.

Doctor, this is the boy's father.

Your son's going to be all right, Mr. Carabello.

Can I see him?

You can go in, but you can't talk to him for several hours.

He's under heavy sedation.

Thanks.

I bring a guy all the way in from Baltimore to make a hit,

and this is what I get.

If I wanted a messy job

with Vinnie screaming his head off

and the kid getting gunned,

I could have hired anybody!

Nick, I still say it wasn't Rosie's fault.

But if you feel that way,

why don't you send him back to Baltimore?

Because I want him on tap, that's why!

You're the boss.

Are you sure the kid's old man got the message?

He got it. Now take it easy, will ya, Nick?

It ain't like you to get so upset.

Hey, what are you, a doctor?

Who?

Latito.

Hello, Nick.

Hello, Louis!

No need to shout.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What's on your mind?

Some of the boys thought you wouldn't be here.

I don't know why anybody would think that, Louis.

What can I do for you?

Frank just heard about Vinnie.

He'd like a little talk with you.

Now.

Okay, let's go.

Any time you're ready, Louis.

I've got Frank's car downstairs.

I don't remember giving you boys an invitation.

Wait for me.

Don't hold your breath.

At 2:55 a.m. on the morning of July 17,

just four hours after the death of Vinnie Orcell,

Frank Nitti and the three remaining kingpins

of Capone's bootlegging empire

awaited the arrival of Nick Moses.

Stand up!

I want to look at you.

I want everybody to look at you.

It isn't every day we get to look at somebody

that walks out of this room and goes against the decision.

I'd like to explain that, Frank.

Save your breath, Nick.

This ain't a kindergarten.

Nobody's going to believe any fairy tales.

Vinnie was hit.

And it wasn't me.

Or Greco.

Or Barney.

Or Mike.

That leaves you, Nick.

I told you to settle your argument

with Vinnie peaceful, and you hit.

So, another decision's been made.

You're dead, Nick.

You won't kill me, Frank.

Nick, I've always admired your nerve.

Years ago, when you was gambling heavy,

I used to like to watch you throw the dice for 25, 50 G's

at a clip.

You remember that, huh?

Yeah. Your hand was as steady

as a five-ton rock.

But that wasn't nerve, was it?

You were just out of your head, like now!

What do you mean I'm not going to kill you?

I told you... you're dead!

Do you think I would have come here after having Vinnie hit

if I didn't think I had something to trade for my life?

What have you got that's worth two cents?

I'll tell you what I've got.

A guaranteed trip to the cemetery

for Eliot Ness...

with Nick Moses as the undertaker.

Is that what you want to trade?

Ness's life for yours?

Ness for me.

Nick, you get stupider every minute.

If Ness is hit,

the finger points in only one direction... at us.

You think Al would be in jail

if we thought we could get away with hitting Ness?

I know that, Frank.

So, what are you talking about?

Hit Ness.

Yeah, I'm talking about the new law

they're trying to push through to give the Feds more power.

If they pass it,

we won't be the only ones that Ness can go after.

It won't only be booze and narcotics.

It'll be a lot of other things, too.

So the finger points to a thousand other places.

Any punk doing anything

could have a reason for hitting Ness.

You thought of all this before you hit Vinnie?

That's right.

Hmm.

You took quite a gamble, didn't you?

How do you know I'll go for this?

I like to gamble, Frank.

It's your deal.

Okay. So it's my deal.

If this law ain't passed in 30 days,

I think you know what happens.

And what if it is passed?

From the day it's passed, you got six days to get Ness.

144 hours.

If you don't get him in six days...

we get you.

I like the odds.

So do I.

It's either you or Ness.

Either way, I come out a winner.

You see my off duty sign, Mister?

That's all right.

I didn't mind waiting.

Where to?

It doesn't matter.

Just drive.

How much money you make a week?

Listen, Mister, how much money a man makes

is his own business, don't you think?

How would you like to make a hundred every week?

Yeah, doin' what?

Private chauffeur.

For who? For me.

Nick Moses.

That's right, your boy told you.

Look, Mr. Carabello,

I'm very grateful to your boy.

He stopped a bullet that was meant for me.

I can't afford to have it known that I was around

when Vinnie was killed.

Look, Mr. Moses, the boy is not going to say anything.

He won't say a word.

He won't if he knows you're working for me.

And that's the way it has to be, see?

How long?

Until this Vinnie thing blows over.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

It's clear.

Aware that the Anti-Racketeering Bill

had now been ratified by the senate,

Eliot Ness and the Untouchables worked around the clock

to unravel the facts behind the death of Capone's overlord.

If and when the president signed the bill,

Ness wanted to be ready to strike hard and fast.

It checks out, Eliot.

Moses has taken over Vinnie's district.

It's a cinch Vinnie didn't will it to him.

All right, Lee, dig into it.

I want every scrap of information

about Moses you can find.

I want to know where he goes, why, who he goes with.

I want every crime he's ever been charged with

dredged up and reexamined.

Right.

Ness speaking.

Yes, Beecher.

Yes.

Yes, that's wonderful.

Thanks a million.

The president signed

the Anti-Racketeering Bill ten minutes ago.

The newspapers will be on the streets

in half an hour.

Oh, that's great! Wonderful!

All right, let's start working.

Now we've got something to work with.

Good morning, Nick.

Oh, Louis, how did you get in here?

Oh.

How did you get in here?!

Monk let me in.

You know, you shouldn't be sleeping.

This is the first day.

Louis, what's the first day?

We got a new law.

Frank wanted to make sure that you knew.

Five G's?

They tell me you hit anybody

as long as the money is there.

They told you right. It's a token.

There's 20,000 more after you get the job done.

It must be very special.

It is.

I'm waitin'.

Eliot Ness.

You're not picking up the money.

What's the matter... is the job too tough for you?

No job is too tough.

Well?

There are a few things we got to straighten out first.

I'm listening.

Vinnie. I did it your way.

I didn't like it, but I did it.

It was messy.

Whose fault was it?

You picked the place, you picked the time.

I went along.

It was a mistake.

In my business, you can't afford mistakes.

All right, so what's the proposition?

If I hit Ness, I hit him my way.

I want a book on him...

Where he goes, what he does, who he goes with.

When I know his movements as well as I know my own,

I'll pick the place, I'll pick the time,

and I'll decide how.

Otherwise, you can get yourself another boy.

Oh, no, no, wait a minute, Rosie. You're right.

You're absolutely right.

You're the specialist, I'm the amateur.

Only on this one, we got a problem.

There's a time limit.

How long have we got?

Six days.

As of 10:00 this morning.

If your men are good, it's enough.

I got the best.

I want to see the contract in person.

When?

As soon as possible.

Will once be enough?

It's all I ever need.

I'll arrange it.

And now, back to The Untouchables.

Though previous questioning of Tommy Carabello had failed

to shed any light on the Orcell killing,

Eliot Ness was convinced

that the boy was concealing the truth.

Come in.

What do you want?

I'd like your permission to ask Tommy a few questions.

Look, he told you he don't know anything.

Why don't you leave him alone?

I'd like to talk to you, Mr. Carabello.

Alone.

Well?

Mr. Carabello, I know

why you don't want the boy to say anything.

I don't blame you.

I think any father'd feel the same way.

Then why don't you stop hounding him?

We all have to do things we don't like, Mr. Carabello.

I've got a job to do.

Look, he told you he don't know anything.

Can't you get it through your head?

I don't want him to testify, Mr. Carabello,

but if you'll just let him tell me what he saw,

I may be able

to put the man who shot him behind bars.

Look, just leave him alone!

I'm going to tell you something.

Your boy is not afraid.

It's your fear that's making him keep silent.

As long as witnesses refuse to testify,

the killings are going to go on.

The next one, Mr. Carabello, may be on your conscience.

Get 'em.

I told you there was gonna be a boost, Jake!

After all, fair is fair!

I operate further out than Vinnie did.

I got more gas to pay for,

and then there's the wear and tear on the trucks.

Who are you kidding?!

That don't add up to no ten percent!

Oh, rough him up some more, Sully.

I can't stand the sound of his voice!

You can't do this to me.

I'm gonna call Nitti.

Nitti?!

Well, you're not very well-informed, Jake.

Nitti and I have just worked out a very nice arrangement.

I scratch his back, he scratches mine.

And when you see him, you give him my regards.

Please be reasonable.

I can't live with another ten percent, Nick.

I'm your best customer.

You were my best customer!

As of now, you're an ex-customer!

What do you mean?

I'm taking over the Club, Jake.

Nick!

Now, you save it!

Now, there's the door.

When you get outside, I want you to walk

and I want you to keep on walking

until you're clean out of Chicago.

You're lucky I'm letting you off this easy.

Now move.

Come on, move!

Look at the bright side of things, Jake.

Now you won't have to pay the ten percent. Go ahead!

Beat it. I won't need you around until 2:00.

Where do you want me to be at 2:00?

Right here.

Come on Jake, walk.

Monk... let him walk a while.

I don't want to give the neighborhood a bad name.

Hello. Ness.

This is Jake Kurowski, Ness.

Nick Moses has taken over my club on Lawson Street.

Why call me?

Call your protection.

I ain't got no protection.

Look, I'm getting out of town.

And I'm telling you

that Moses is over at my place boozing it up.

Do what you want, Mr. Ness.

Kurowski?

Kurowski?!

We're going to Kurowski's place on Lawson Street.

Come on.

Federal officers!

No one try and leave!

Let me see that bottle.

Looking for something, Mr. Ness?

Nick Moses.

What's the matter, Mr. Ness?

The government pass a law against drinking milk?

Soda.

There's nothing here at all.

I could have told you that.

You should have called, Mr. Ness.

I'd have saved you a trip.

I'll be back again, Nick, soon.

Next time, I won't wait for an invitation.

Ness!

Well?

Never mind.

He's there, again.

That makes the third night in a row.

You know, I couldn't wait for them to pass that new law.

Now that they've done it,

I feel like I've got a target tattooed right on my back.

Pass me the pepper, will you?

Hey! You've been following me for three days.

Following you? I don't know what you're talkin' about.

I'm standing here minding my own business.

Shut up and listen!

Get off my back, stay out of my life,

or I'll break you in half!

Why, you lousy cheap gumshoe!

Who do you think you...

Let's go. You're under arrest.

Arrest?! What for?

Carrying a concealed weapon.

Johnson call?

Yeah.

Your boy got out of jail in nothing flat.

Who bailed him?

Nick Moses.

Well, at least now we know.

Eliot, they say trouble runs in threes.

We were talking about it just before you came in.

First Vinnie. Then Kurowski.

And now they're tailing you.

Anything new on Moses?

Yeah. He's expanding.

Kurowski's got a new sign.

What's it say?

"Nick Moses... the Hottest Place in Town."

Mr. Carabello.

Mr. Ness.

Something we can do for you?

Can I see you a minute?

I read about Mr. Kurowski tonight.

Yes?

I got to thinking about what you told me.

About how the next one might be on my conscience.

Sit down.

Um, four days ago,

the day I talked to you outside of Tommy's room,

I saw Moses.

He was waiting in my cab when I came out of the hospital.

Said he wanted me to go to work driving him.

I didn't have much choice.

Go on.

The night Kurowski was killed,

I took Moses to Kurowski's place.

I saw him after they...

He could... could hardly walk.

The one they call Monk went after him.

Thanks, Mr. Carabello.

That's a big help.

Uh... something else.

The night of the shootin',

Tommy saw the killer.

He sold him a newspaper.

He was a... a-a big man.

He wore dark glasses.

He had a rose in his buttonhole here.

Bill, call Johnson.

Ask him to keep a man

outside the boy's room around the clock.

Right.

Thanks.

Just one thing.

You've done all you can.

Now stay out of it.

Don't come back here again.

Anything you say, Mr. Ness.

Lieutenant Johnson, please.

Louis, you're late.

I stopped to read the newspapers.

Very interesting, the newspapers.

You ought to read them sometime.

What's so interesting in the newspaper?

Somebody killed Kurowski.

Now, isn't that a surprise?

What am I gonna do for news after tomorrow?

Some of the boys are giving 20 to one

you're not going to be interested

in the news after tomorrow.

Oh, come on.

I walked away from bigger odds.

The boys know that.

They also think

you're spreading yourself a little thin.

You want to make a side bet?

That's a very interesting proposition,

but if you lose,

who am I going to collect from?

Oh, in case I forgot to mention it,

this is the sixth day.

Yeah.

He just came in.

Sidekick's with him.

You know what to do.

I know.

What time do you have?

9:47.

Okay.

Right on time.

Well, shall we go?

Nick says he don't need you tonight.

Come around about 11:00 in the morning.

There he is.

Make it good.

He's dead.

What are you doin', Gino?

Don't try to be a hero, Gino!

You'll be a dead one.

Now, let's walk very quietly back to Mr. Moses's car.

I said, move!

He was watchi" Rosie.

You're a very stupid man, Carabello!

Mr. Ness?

Yes.

I hear you're trying to get something on Nick Moses.

Now, where would you hear anything like that?

It's around, Mr. Ness, it's around.

I'm a good listener.

Not here, Mr. Ness.

All right, I'll be back in my office in 15 minutes.

You crazy?

I don't want to be seen goin' in there.

If you're interested,

I'll talk to you outside in private.

There he is.

Well?

You, uh... got a light?

Lee, get down!

Watch it,

this guy could knock the eye out of a gnat

at a hundred yards!

Where is he?

On the roof of that tenement across the street.

Cover me!

Come on! Let's get out of here!

Come on, will you move?!

Come on!

He's on the run!

I'll go out through the alley.

See if you can get up on the roof through this tenement.

Eliot, you all right?

Yeah.

All right, Gino,

I'm gonna ask you just once.

Why were you following Rosie?

You told me you had nothing to do with Vinnie's death.

You told me the bullet that hit my kid was meant for you.

So?

You're a liar!

That man with the rose, he shot my son.

And he works for you!

Now what makes you think that?

Tommy saw him.

He saw him clear.

He sold the man a paper before the shootin'.

Go ahead, kill me.

But it won't save you.

I already talked to Mr. Ness about

Rosie and Kurowski.

You know something, Gino,

you got a big mouth!

Maybe I won't have to kill you after all.

Get him out of here!

Get him out!

Who?

Latito.

I hear your hotshot from Baltimore missed.

So he missed.

I still got 11 hours yet.

Frank said six days.

That gives me until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

Frank changed his mind.

He don't believe in killing on Sunday.

Well, you're not giving me a chance!

You had your chance, Nick.

You blew it.

Okay.

Okay, I'll play along with him.

But I still got an hour and ten minutes yet.

I'll get him!

How?

That's my business.

You just go back and tell Frank it isn't over yet.

I'll tell him, but first I got a message for you.

In case you miss again, don't make any plans.

If Ness ain't dead in an hour and ten minutes,

Frank is gonna put out the word all over.

You know what I mean?

I'm a busy man, Louis!

You must be tired.

But that's all right,

tomorrow's the seventh day.

The day of rest.

One way or the other.

Now, you listen to me, Carabello,

and you listen good!

I got a job for you to do

and I got no time to fool around!

Now, you're gonna get on that phone

and you're gonna call your friend, Mr. Ness,

and you're gonna tell him that you just dropped me off

at a brewery at 509 West Carson Street.

And you're gonna tell him

that you're gonna pick me up again in 45 minutes.

I won't.

Yes, you will.

You got a son, Carabello.

You can't scare me.

Ness has a man watching him day and night.

But will the man be there next week?

Next month?

Next year?

Five years? Ten years?

Now, you listen to me!

I give you my solemn oath,

that if you don't get on that phone your son is dead!

D-E-A-D.

Dead!

You understand me?

It's either Ness or your son, Carabello!

Which is it gonna be?

Which is it gonna be?!

What's the address?

509 West Carson Street.

Don't go back to the brewery.

Go to the hospital and stay there.

Carabello just let Moses off

at a brewery on Carson Street.

If we get there within 40 minutes, he'll be inside.

Inside?

Yeah.

What we do about him, Nick?

We'll bring him along.

This time if anything goes wrong

he'll be right in the middle of it.

Nick!

Hey, Nick!

Ness!

Hey, Ness! I give up, you hear?!

I'm throwin' my gun out!

Don't shoot!

Come on out with your hands up!

All of you, come on!

Turn around.

Look, Gino, is that you?!

Take care of him!

Vinnie, Kurowski.

And Moses makes three.

Nick Moses, hoodlum, racketeer, big time gambler

who dealt murder and violence from a marked deck.

He had never held a losing hand

until the stakes were sudden death.