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Lee, call Beecher Asbury.

Tell him we're putting

Wilinski on the stand Monday as planned.

Right.

Hello.

It's gone dead.

Never mind, I'll take it in the office.

You and Rico help Miss Duvall finish packing.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Fay Spain, Jack Elam,

and John Marley.

With special guest star, David Brian.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

On The night of October 11, 1932,

less than a month before the people of Chicago

went to the polls to elect a state's attorney,

David Mantley, heading the reform ticket

to dissolve the marriage of gangsters and politicians,

addressed a small crowd

from the back of his campaign truck.

Now, my real opponent is not the man running against me.

My real opponent is the man who stands behind him.

A man, who for years has made a mockery

of free elections in this city,

a man who has built a personal empire

out of hate, fear, sin and corruption!

And the name of that man is Brian O'Malley!

Across town at that very moment,

a testimonial banquet was being tendered to Brian O'Malley,

a gesture of loyalty by the ward-heelers of Chicago

to their political boss, who, in one week,

was scheduled to stand trial in federal court

on charges of income tax fraud,

violation of the Interstate Commerce Act

and murder.

In honoring me with this testimonial dinner tonight,

you fling the lie in the government's teeth.

Now, I've been called names before,

but it's one thing to accuse a man of a crime,

and quite another thing to prove it.

Now it's up to us to put an end

to this O'Malley machine once and for all!

I am confident that I will be proven innocent.

It's up to us to sweep O'Malley and his gangsters

right out of this city!

Get out and vote

for the candidate that I'm supporting,

Jeremiah Downes!

A vote for David Mantley is a vote for good government!

Thank you.

Now the choice is clear, and the answer is up to you.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

I've run a lot of campaigns in my time, Dave.

We're going to win this one.

Not if we stand around congratulating ourselves.

We're running late. I'll get the driver.

He's in a diner around the corner.

To Captain Reardon of the Chicago Police,

it was clear that the man who had the most to gain

from the brutal killing of David Mantley,

was Brian O'Malley.

Eliot Ness, who already had O'Malley

under a federal indictment for another political murder,

was called to the scene in the hope

that he could link the two.

This is a jungle!

How do we expect anyone to run for public office

when it's an invitation to death?

Are O'Malley's men the only ones who can run

for public office without fear of their lives?

I know how you feel, Mr. Wendell.

Do you? Do you know how it feels

to ask a young lawyer like Mantley to run for office

and two months later see him killed

right before your very eyes?

Do you know how it feels

to tell a young woman that she's a widow?

That her three children haven't got a father

because he believed in decent government?

She didn't want Dave to run.

She was afraid.

I told her not to worry,

that Chicago was still a civilized city.

It will be, once we put O'Malley away.

Mr. Ness, you're a dreamer.

Am I?

All we need are two witnesses for a conviction.

With Davas and Wilinski testifying against him

we've got an airtight case.

I've heard that before.

I assure you, Mr. Wendell,

I won't rest till O'Malley's convicted.

Next to having David Mantley alive,

that's the only thing that'll make me happy.

If hate could kill, O'Malley would've been

a dead man a long time ago.

Amen, brother.

These walls are getting crowded.

I'm going to have to move to a bigger office

or stop accepting these testimonials.

How can you talk about moving

with a murder trial staring you in the face?

I tell you Brian, I'm worried!

We'd better do something right away,

or the only moving we'll do is to Leavenworth.

How do you it like there?

It's great, great!

Nah, I don't like it.

Hey, look, don't you understand?

We got less than a week before the trial.

Four days.

Hey, look, it's my neck as much as yours.

Only I can't sit back and be calm about it like you.

We're in trouble.

We'd be in a lot less trouble

if you'd have done your job.

Yeah, what do you mean by that?

Mantley's dead, isn't he?

I'm not talking about Mantley.

He was a sitting duck.

I'm talking about your former associates:

Davas and Wilinski.

Well, look, I'm no magician.

How do you expect me to get to them with a hundred

detectives watching them day and night?

Eight. All right, "Eight."

What's the difference?

It might just as well be a hundred.

I've been casing that hotel for a month!

They got detectives in the lobby, in the elevator.

They got the whole sixth floor to themselves.

How do you expect me to do anything?!

I think I like it better down here.

Why don't you hang it in the Federal Court Building?

Since you're so witty this morning,

why don't you tell me a story?

What have you done about that gal

Davas got hooked on: Julie Duvall?

I've got every track and bookie in the country covered.

She's got a weakness for nags.

And if I know Julie, sooner or later,

she's going to make a bet.

And when she does, we get the word.

One surefire way to keep Davas from talking:

you trade one Julie Duvall for one closed mouth

and you can't find her.

I'm trying, ain't I?!

What more do you want?

Is it my fault if those punks sold us out?

Relax, Hennie. Relax.

You're getting hysterical.

I'll take care of them.

There's more than one way to pluck a pigeon.

Yeah, I'm going to hang it right here.

Looks pretty good, huh?

"To Brian O'Malley, for his unswerving devotion,

"his tireless effort in the cause of good government,

for his charity and his benevolence."

That afternoon Eliot Ness and his men

rode out to the Cresmont Hotel on the South Side of Chicago

to pay a visit to the two witnesses.

Good morning, Mr. Ness.

Good morning.

Good morning, Tommy. Hi, Mr. Ness.

You know something?

When you brought those two witnesses over here,

I thought there'd be some excitement.

It's deader than it was before.

That's the idea, Tommy.

Still quiet? Yeah.

How's it going, Richter?

I'll hate to see Monday roll around.

It's the easiest duty I've ever had.

Call it out.

Me, Ness.

You can wait outside.

Pull up a chair and join me.

I get muscles just watching him.

Next time I turn state's evidence,

I want to be fussier about who I do it with.

Did you get the papers?

Everything's in order: tickets, passports,

visas... everything you'll need.

Well, when can we leave?

Right after the trial.

You're being technically deported to Greece.

Now, where you go after that nobody has to know.

Except one person.

Who's that?

My girlfriend, Julie.

She's got to know where I am so she can meet me.

We're gonna be married.

Out of the frying pan into the fire.

We'll drop by later. Anything you need?

Yeah, get me another deck of cards.

Davas? A book on Spanish.

Who is it?

It's me, Mr. Ness, Richter.

Tommy brought this package up in the elevator.

It's addressed to Davas.

I'll take it, thanks.

It's from Julie.

Give me that. Just a minute!

It's from Julie! Who else could've sent it?!

O'Malley, Weiser.

Lee?

Where are you going?

To give this a bath.

Mailed from downstate.

Waterville, Illinois.

She took quite a chance.

She probably stayed in Waterville just long enough

to mail the package then took off.

I hate to think what would happen if that postmark

fell into the wrong hands.

I'm not even sure it's from Julie, yet.

♪ ♪

Candy and a letter.

I didn't hear any explosion.

It's a box of candy.

Peanut brittle?

How'd you know?

Because Julie sent it, that's how I know.

She always bought me peanut brittle.

It was her favorite candy, so she used to buy it for me.

Wasn't there a note or something?

It's inside.

Oh, that Julie, she's one in a million.

How do you like that?

Tonight, I speak to her, tonight!

We had an agreement, Davas, remember?

What agreement?

No phone calls.

Now, wait a minute,

Julie's got to know where I'm going.

I don't want to take unnecessary chances.

That's why I had the phones disconnected.

Well, you can just connect them again.

When I get through talking

to my girl, then you can shut 'em off.

She can get in touch with us after the trial.

I'll tell her where to meet you.

Now, look, Mr. Ness.

I've played ball with you, right?

I'm sticking my neck way out

by doing you a favor, right?

If I don't testify, you don't have a case, right?

Don't think I don't know the law.

If either me or Stan don't testify,

you don't have a case.

You need a witness

and a corroborating witness, right?

If he or I don't talk, you can't go to court.

Well, if you don't put that phone in,

you can just whistle.

Because brother... I ain't singing.

All right, you'll get your phone.

We'll hook it up tonight.

That night at 8:00,

Brian O'Malley and Hennie Weiser

kept an important date

at the famous Dresden Club on the outskirts of Chicago.

Brian O'Malley was an old political puppet master,

and he was getting ready to pull a few strings.

Good evening, Mr. O'Malley.

Good evening, Barney.

Barney, how's the wife?

Past due, isn't she?

About a week now, Mr. O'Malley,

same as last time.

You buy something for the kid in case I'm not around.

Thanks a lot, Mr. O'Malley.

Mr. O'Malley?

That's a bum rap they're trying to pin on you.

You're not gonna let 'em get away with it?

Not if I can help it, Barney.

Mr. O'Malley, we're honored, sir.

Thank you. Hello, Hennie.

We don't see as much of you as we used to.

You're table is ready, gentlemen.

Right this way.

Here we are, Mr. O'Malley.

Bring us a bottle of your best whiskey.

It's already on your table, sir.

Compliments of the house.

Very nice.

For you... for me... for Artie Bryson.

Are you sure about Bryson?

I don't want to get mixed up with cops.

You can't trust 'em!

I wouldn't call a deputy police chief a cop exactly.

I wouldn't blame him

if he told us to go climb up a tree.

Why should he risk it?

Why should he stick his neck out for us?

Because his neck is on the block as much as ours.

And he doesn't want it chopped off any more than we do.

Now, will you stop worrying?

Okay, I'm not worrying.

Have a drink.

It'll loosen you up.

He's right on time.

Come in, Artie.

You know Hennie.

What are you all decked out for?

I had an important engagement tonight.

You still do.

With me.

I mean... You know what I mean.

The commissioner is having a little party at his house.

You're hobnobbing with the commissioner now.

We've come up in the world, haven't we, Artie?

I remember when you were a rookie on the police force.

About 15 years ago, isn't it?

Just about.

You know, they say in politics,

"One hand washes the other."

I do you a favor, you do me a favor.

I did Artie a lot of favors in my time.

Had to jump two men with seniority

to make him a lieutenant.

Two years later,

I had him promoted to captain.

Now look at you.

Deputy Police Chief.

It's a two-way street, Brian.

I did you a lot of favors.

I don't want you to think I'm not grateful.

I'm late, Brian.

Why don't we talk this over in the morning?

We'll talk about it right now.

Sit down.

I said, sit down.

I want one more favor from you, Artie...

and then we can wipe the slate clean.

Anything within reason, Brian.

You know you can count on me.

Before I tell you what I want you to do,

let's put our cards on the table.

If I get on that stand Tuesday morning, Artie,

it's every man for himself.

If I shoot my mouth off,

the court may be more lenient with me.

You trying to scare me, Brian?

You bet I am, because you're in this with me

all the way up to your big fat ears!

Now, we're swimming,

or we're sinking together.

What kind of a sucker do you take me for?

I have no intention

of spending the rest of my life in jail

while you sit downtown at some big fancy desk.

Do I make myself clear?

What do you want me to do?

Now you're talking like old times.

Have another drink.

What's keeping her so long?

It's a quarter after 11:00 already.

Oh, you know how women are.

They say 11:00, they mean 12:00.

Not Julie. Something must have happened.

Why don't you do some push-ups or something,

get your mind off it?

Don't get cute, Stan!

This is no time to be funny!

How do you like this for a sorehead?

Julie.

Let's make sure first.

Hello?

Person-to-person call to George Davas.

I'll take it.

Deposit 90 cents, please.

Go ahead, please.

George?

Who are you?

Who do you think I am?

Didn't you get the candy?

What kind of candy?

Peanut brittle.

Hey, what kind of a game is this?

Where's George?!

Here he is.

Make it short.

Baby, I've been going out of my mind waiting for your call.

Why were you so late?

Oh, some old lady was in the phone booth

and talked a blue streak.

I could have strangled her.

But who cares about her?

I'm calling about us.

I got it all figured out, baby.

Remember that hotel I told you about?

In Niagara Falls?

No, no.

Out of the country.

The one with the parakeets in the lobby?

Yes, yes, I remember.

One month from today, you be there with the dough.

Anything you say, baby.

You wear the pants.

Yeah.

And don't you forget it.

Oh, Georgie, I miss you!

Oh, pretty soon, baby.

Pretty soon, we'll be together like we used to be.

Did you hear that?

What a line he's got.

Look, baby, I got to hang up now.

I got a bunch of kibitzers here.

You won't be able to call me again.

They're gonna disconnect the phone.

You know what to do now.

And remember, baby, remember what I said.

Stay away from the ponies, huh?

Good-bye, baby.

So long, Georgie.

I thought Valentino was dead.

Well, I can't take any more of this.

I'm going to bed. Ha!

Lee, get the phone.

We'll drop by tomorrow.

Okay, Mr. Ness.

Good night, Mr. Ness.

Good night, fellas.

Good night.

Well, how about some pinochle, huh?

You're on!

Deal me in.

I'll got some java.

Eliot Ness and his men had left the Cresmont Hotel

at 11:42 p.m.

The sixth floor suite,

containing Davas and Wilinski, was sealed tight

as usual, but at 3:17 a.m...

It's Davas!

I'd better call Ness.

And now back to The Untouchables.

At 6:00 a.m., Eliot Ness,

whose hopes of convicting Brian O'Malley

had been dealt a crippling blow,

were still questioning Detectives Drexel and Murphy,

who had been on duty

at the time of George Davas' death.

Where were you when it happened?

I was playing solitaire.

At the table?

Yes.

How is it you didn't see Davas get out of bed?

You said the door was always open.

My back was to it.

I heard the crash, ran into the room.

The window was already smashed, and Davas was gone.

It was suicide, then?

What else could it be?

All right, Drexel, thank you.

You can wait in there.

Drexel?

Did Davas shave before going to bed?

No.

Did he cut himself somehow or other?

Not that I know of.

Why? Just curious.

Murphy?

You had an hour

to think over the story you told me, Murphy.

Anything about it you want to change?

No.

After my men and I left,

you, Drexel and Davas played cards and drank coffee

till 2:30 in the morning.

That's right. Then Davas went to bed.

Shortly after 3:00,

you went into the kitchen to make more coffee.

Yes, sir.

What was Drexel doing when you left the room?

Reading a magazine, I think.

Where was he sitting?

I don't remember exactly.

Hadn't you been playing cards?

Yes.

Then he'd be sitting at the table, wouldn't he?

Yeah, that's right, at-at the table.

Which chair was he sitting in?

This one here?

Yes, uh, that's the one.

Since the door was open,

he could look directly into Davas' bedroom.

How is it he didn't see Davas get out of bed?

Well, maybe I made a mistake.

Uh, maybe he moved.

Maybe he was sitting on the couch.

Maybe you were never in the kitchen at all! What?!

You and Drexel didn't have much time

to compare notes, did you?

I don't understand. Don't you?

Drexel wasn't sitting on a couch.

He wasn't reading a magazine.

As a matter of fact, you don't know where he was, do you?

You better start leveling with me, Murphy,

'cause you're in trouble!

All right.

I was asleep.

How long?

I don't know.

All I remember is that Davas started yawning.

You know how contagious that is.

Pretty soon, we were... we were all yawning.

Drexel even made a-a little joke about it.

Davas went to bed, and...

I-I just couldn't seem to keep my eyes open.

Next thing I know, this crash woke me up.

I ran into Davas' room.

There's Drexel standing by the window, staring at it.

He said, "My God, he killed himself,

and we're responsible."

You've been on the force 17 years.

You ever sleep on duty before?

No, sir, never.

I... I'll give you my word.

Any particular reason

why you should have been sleepy this time?

No, sir. Just... No reason at all.

How long have you had that headache?

Ever since I woke up, I guess.

That's interesting.

You had a headache,

Wilinski had a headache, and I suppose so would Davas

if he were still alive.

What do you mean?

I want you to answer this next question very carefully.

A few minutes before you began to feel drowsy,

did Drexel leave the room?

Yes, sir.

He's the one that really went out to make the coffee.

That's the only time he left?

I'm not sure, but I think he went out

a couple of times to-to see if it'd perked.

You're quite sure

that Davas didn't cut himself accidentally

sometime after I left? Positive.

That's interesting,

because there was fresh blood on the pillow.

Drexel!

Sit down.

The stories don't quite fit.

Mr. Murphy suddenly remembered he was asleep.

All right, he was asleep.

But he's married and got two kids.

He's due for a pension in three years.

Anybody would have covered for him.

Especially if the cover were a perfect alibi.

I'm not sure I understand you, Mr. Ness.

I'll make it clearer.

You went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

What's that got to do with anything?

You had to arrange it so Wilinski and Murphy here

wouldn't be aware of what was going on.

Oh, I get it.

I dope their coffee

and then I shoved Davas out the window,

right?

No, you're smarter than that.

Murphy's a good policeman.

He'd known if he'd been given a Mickey.

Besides with a Mickey

you couldn't tell how long he'd be out.

And it was important to you

that he wake up when the window broke.

So, what did I do?

Then you went into the kitchen...

turned on the gas.

Davas and Murphy wouldn't notice the odor

since they were exposed to it gradually.

After about a half hour they got drowsy.

But I didn't get drowsy.

No, because you kept going out of the room

to check on the coffee, which gave you a chance

to get a few breaths of fresh air.

Oh, I see.

Then, I threw Davas out the window.

No, not yet.

Then, you went to the bedroom,

slugged Davas to make sure he wouldn't give you any trouble.

You should have checked the pillowcase.

There's blood on it.

After that, you opened the windows,

aired out the apartment,

waited till you were sure

that Murphy and Wilinski showed signs of coming to.

Then, and only then did you push Davas out the window.

You were sure that Murphy would be awakened by the noise.

You lousy, dirty... Enough!

All right, that's enough.

I only want to know one thing, Drexel,

who paid you to kill Davas?

I was in the living room playing solitaire

when Davas jumped out the window all by himself.

Show me anybody who could prove that I wasn't.

We'll leave that to the district attorney.

I'm holding you for first degree murder.

Later that morning,

while Brian O'Malley and Hennie Weiser were gloating

over the death of George Davas,

and the knowledge that the case against them had collapsed,

Eliot Ness and his men were in room 614

of the Cresmont Hotel

completing new travel arrangements

for Stanley Wilinski, whose testimony

thanks to the death of Davas, was now useless.

The freighter leaves Shreveport in two weeks.

Two weeks?

It's the best we could do.

Well, it ain't good enough!

You think I'll be alive in two weeks?

They killed Georgie, and if you don't get me

out of town now they're gonna kill me, too.

They ain't gonna stop till they kill all of us!

What do you mean, "all of us"?

Well, I mean... Davas and me, that's all.

You're lying, Wilinski.

Who else does O'Malley want to kill?!

I don't know.

Ness, I'm-I'm leveling with you.

We made a deal, Wilinski, your freedom

for O'Malley's conviction.

If I lose O'Malley,

you're never gonna get out of this country.

Now, come on, start talking!

Okay.

Julie Duvall.

She run this night spot over on the North Side.

And she was there when Georgie and me got orders

to kill this Rocky Marlos.

How much did she hear?

Everything.

We was all in the back room.

There was Georgie and me and O'Malley and Weiser,

and she heard the whole contract.

Why didn't you tell us all this before?

Well, Davas would have killed me.

He didn't want her in on this.

Lee, if we can find her we still got a case.

If we can find her?

She can be anywhere!

Where do we start?

With a box of peanut brittle.

What was the name of the town this was mailed from?

Waterville.

We put this and a long-distance call together,

we might have something.

The long distance-operator asked her to deposit 90 cents.

That's where she is.

Where?

Ninety cents away.

Leave the bottle.

There you are, Mr. Ness.

Anything beyond here has a toll in excess of 90 cents;

anything inside there, less than 90.

That's still an awful lot of territory.

Where's Waterville?

It's right here.

About two-thirds of the way

between Chicago and the 90-cent limit.

What road is that?

State Highway 224.

Connecting Waterville to Ogden City,

which is 90 cents away.

She could have bought the peanut brittle in Ogden City,

driven to Waterville to mail it, then driven back.

You think she's staying there?

That's all we've got to go on.

Ogden City's a fair-sized town.

The odds against finding her are

pretty steep, aren't they?

That depends.

On what?

On how many places in Ogden City sell Dunn's peanut brittle.

We have three accounts in Ogden City that sell

our peanut brittle, Mr. Ness.

You want the names?

Please.

5 and 10... Drake's Pharmacy...

and Sarah's Sweet Shoppe.

Thanks, Mr. Dunn, you've been a big help.

Hey, Freddie.

Who do you like in the fifth at Belmont?

Amerok's a shoe-in!

Yeah, that's the way I figure it.

You got a horse room here?

Yeah, in the back.

Give me a form, please.

Right here, lady.

Give me Chicago. Superior one-seven-four-eight.

Gus!

Yeah.

See that blond over there?

Yeah?

Don't take your eyes off her. How could I?

If she cuts out, tail her.

Okay.

Hennie... Carlyle in Ogden City.

I just sold our form to Julie Duvall.

Hey, wait a minute. We found Julie.

Let me talk to him. I'm putting O'Malley on.

You sure it's Julie Duvall?

Well, how could I miss?

I got the picture Hennie sent,

tacked up right here on the window.

It's 3:00; Hennie'll be there not later than five.

Just don't lose sight of her.

Don't you worry, Mr. O'Malley.

You know what to do.

If Ness finds Julie, we're right back on the hot seat.

Yeah, well, don't worry.

We found her; we can lose her too... permanently!

Hennie. Yeah?

If you muff this one, don't come back.

At 5:20 that same afternoon,

Eliot Ness and the Untouchables,

armed with a box of peanut brittle

and a large photographic blow-up of Julie Duvall,

arrived in Ogden City to check out the accounts

provided by the Dunn Confectionery Company.

On the other side of town,

Julie Duvall was still trying, unsuccessfully,

to drown her grief in alcohol.

Here you are, lady.

Four in a row.

This must be your lucky day.

Yeah... it sure is.

Six o'clock... We've still got one to go.

What's the address?

Sarah's Sweet Shoppe... 7899 State Highway.

It must be outside of town.

Let's go.

Hello, Mrs. Moore.

My key, please.

Surely.

Say, Mrs. Moore, you don't look well.

Is something wrong?

No.

You got a telephone?

Over there.

I'm gonna need some change.

Yes, sir.

Business is picking up.

Can I help you?

We're looking for Sarah's Sweet Shoppe.

This was the address we were given.

This is it.

We don't keep the sign lit after Labor Day.

We'd like to talk to Sarah, please.

You're talking to him.

Sarah was my wife.

She's dead.

I never could bring myself to changing the name.

You ever see this woman?

Well, why?

She hasn't done anything wrong, has she?

No, we'd just like to talk to her.

You ever seen her before?

Uh, she's in cabin number four.

Thanks.

Hello, Carlyle. It's Gus.

Yeah? Well, when?

He's tailed her to the Woodland Cabins,

outside of the State Highway, but he says the feds are there.

Feds? How many?

How many? Three.

How long will it take us to get there?

It's just outside of town... Four or five minutes.

All right, tell him we're on our way.

Stay put. Henry Weiser's on his way.

Hennie! Yeah?

Uh, nobody's backing out,

but it doesn't make sense with the feds there.

You wanna be the one to tell O'Malley we blew it?

Not today. Let's go.

Who is it?

Federal agents, Miss Duvall.

We'd like to talk to you.

I have nothing to say to you. Go away.

You'll have to talk to us sooner or later.

How did you find me?

That box of peanut brittle you sent George Davas,

that and a 90-cent telephone call.

What do you want from me?

My name's Ness.

We'd like your help.

My help?

You wanted Georgie's help too, and look what it got him!

Squashed on the sidewalk like a bug!

Well, I'm next on the list.

If you're afraid, why are you still here?

What was I supposed to use for money?

The banks don't open till Monday morning.

It doesn't look like you're waiting now.

I won a few bucks on the ponies.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to finish packing, alone.

What if I told you we've got the man who killed Davas?

Don't you read the papers, Mr. Ness?

George committed suicide.

He was pushed out of a six-story window

by a man named Thomas Drexel,

who's going to be tried for murder.

He's going to be tried, but he'll never be convicted.

Why not?

Because we haven't got enough

real evidence against him.

Well, what do you want me to do?

I don't even know this Drexel.

You know Brian O'Malley.

With your testimony and Wilinski's,

O'Malley's headed straight for the chair.

To escape the death penalty,

I think he'll tell us anything we want to know,

including how he bribed or blackmailed

Thomas Drexel into killing Davas.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

I don't want any part of it!

Oh, I wish I'd never met George.

All he ever brought me was trouble.

He was a fool!

He was also the man who loved you.

Are you going to let his murderer go free?

Lee, call Beecher Asbury.

Tell him we're putting Wilinski

on the stand Monday as planned.

Right.

Yes?

Chicago?

Yes, sir.

Whitehall 4-0-7-5, person to person,

Mr. Beecher Asbury,

Office of the District Attorney...

Hey! What are you doing?

Hey, wait!

Help! Help me!

Help!

Hello?

Hello?

It's gone dead.

Never mind, I'll take it in the office.

You and Rico help Miss Duvall finish packing.

They sure mean business.

Yeah, looks like it.

I've got to get out of here!

I told you! I told you!

You stay down! Stay down!

Stop it!

Where are those shots coming from?

Over by the barn.

Gus! The lights!

Send the dame out!

Eliot?

How many do you figure there are?

I can't tell with those headlights.

I think I can get the one on the right.

I'll try the left.

Ready?

Now!

If one of us could get to the car,

we might be able to get some help.

That'll be suicide.

Well, we can't stay here forever.

We sure can't.

Any more oil lamps in the house?

I think there's another one in the kitchen.

Rico, get it.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to try and smoke 'em out.

Oh, Mr. Ness, I'm sorry I got you into all this.

You didn't send for us, we came.

Now let's see if we can get out.

Lee, get the door.

On a count to three, yank it open and kick it shut.

Right.

Rico, cover me.

Set? HOBSON: All set.

One... Two...

Three!

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Take care of the fire.

I'll get the girl.

I think we can go now, Miss Duvall.

I'll be glad when this is all over.

So will I, Miss Duvall.

So will I.

Julie Duvall and Stanley Wilinski

appeared in federal court two days later

as witnesses against O'Malley,

who was sentenced to life imprisonment.

His testimony against Deputy Police Chief Bryson

and Detective Drexel saved him from the electric chair,

but it was all for nothing.

A broken man, Brian O'Malley died

in federal penitentiary just ten short months later.

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