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Something's happened. Now, we don't know that, Mrs. McGonigle.

He might've had some trouble with the car...

Blowout, carburetor.

That's from the garage.

You'd better stay here.

It might not be anything.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Phillip Pine and Kevin Hagen.

With special guest star Ricardo Montalban.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

The Prohibition years wrote a dark page in our history.

Americans, who had once defied a king,

refusing to pay a tax on tea,

now paid a tax to the underworld

on everything they drank or ate...

From booze to bacon, from medicine to milk.

Racketeers poked their greedy fingers

into every corner of the nation's business.

One little pig was going to market...

The Fulton Fish Market in New York,

a wholesale market serving the entire East,

shipping as far as Mississippi.

A business of fantastic totals...

Turning over $200 million a year,

weighing out 700 million pounds of fish,

and one man's thumb resting heavy on the scale.

Makouris says you don't tie up here this morning.

This dock belongs to the City of New York.

It's free to all.

Not to you, not no more.

And where does your Mr. Makouris think I'll take my catch?

San Francisco.

Now, you listen to me.

I was tying up here

before the good Lord looked away and let you be spawned.

It's past dawn already

and I've got a hold full of fish to unload, and mister,

you'd better not get in my way.

Warp her in and secure.

I wouldn't.

But he'll drown.

I tell you, he'll drown.

Why, you blimey fools!

Don't you see what you're doing?

You're killing a man!

Let me go!

The killing, reported as an accident,

was another challenge to Henry Matson,

United States Attorney, Southern District, New York.

For six months Matson had been investigating

the stench at Fulton Market.

For six months he had been digging out evidence

against Frank Makouris,

his probe reaching all the way to Chicago.

No question about it, Mr. Matson.

He's doing all right out here.

Close to ten million pounds a month...

All freshwater fish shipped direct to the Fulton Market

and redistributed from there.

Comes to $40 million a year,

if your grand jury can add that high.

It certainly helps the facts and figures department.

I wish we were as long on witnesses.

When are you coming east?

We're taking the plane tonight.

Fine.

I've got to get Makouris in front of that jury.

You will.

We'll sit together and watch him sweat.

You know...

guys keep talking about... how it used to be.

I say, "What, what?"

Scrounging around for two-day-old bread?

You can have it like it used to be.

I'll take it like it is right now.

It ain't bad.

Bad?

Us two, Dutch, we got it made.

You say Frank Makouris or Dutch Schultz

anyplace around this town

and people are going to show respect.

P.S. 12.

That was a long time ago, huh?

Yesterday was a long time ago, Frankie.

Yesterday the Syndicate wasn't on your back.

And today?

We had a little talk about you.

That man in the boat that got himself killed...

An accident.

The papers said an accident.

Look, Frankie, you're talking to me.

Okay.

So I send Lennie down, so he makes a mistake,

so the papers put it on page six.

So who's going to see it?

The boys seen it and they don't like it.

That grand jury's coming up in a week

and Matson keeps screaming from here to Hoboken.

Let him scream.

The way the boys figure it... Say he starts with you.

Pretty soon he's putting the finger on us.

They want you to take it easy,

cut out the rough stuff for now.

Anything else?

You know how I come up from the docks.

Just my two hands, no favors asked.

I took that market, it's mine,

and nobody tells me how to run it.

They tell you, Frankie... the boys.

Okay, so I slow down a little.

Tell 'em they got nothing to worry about, eh?

I thought you'd like to see the take, boss.

Hello, Mr. Schultz.

Nothing doing at the office?

Not a thing.

Except this card that was left under the door.

You should've called me on the phone!

I figured I was coming up.

Well, next time, don't figure... call!

Chicago?

Ain't you off compass?

When you play a big fish, you go where he takes you.

We want Makouris.

I wish you luck.

It's gonna take more than luck.

It's going to take people with enough courage

to stand up and talk to the grand jury.

I've got nothing to say.

You lost a deckhand the other day.

An accident! You go ask Makouris.

He'll bring you 20 men who saw it.

I'm asking you.

We know how Makouris operates.

A fee to tie up at a city dock.

A fee to buy ice, a fee to unload,

a payment every time you turn around.

The wholesalers, too. The Protective Association.

Frankie Makouris, President,

protecting them out of millions of dollars a month.

We got the facts.

We need someone to swear to them.

Not me. I'm not alone.

Too many others could be hurt.

Like Carlo Feruzzi?

You know that, too.

We know he's organizing a group of retailers

trying to break away from Makouris.

We know that you and a few other boats have guaranteed to supply him with fish.

We also know that's why your deckhand was killed.

Mm... I don't know.

I'd have to talk to Feruzzi first.

We haven't got too much time.

The grand jury's called for next Wednesday.

I'll let you know.

I've got your card.

You understand about Feruzzi.

We're friends.

I wouldn't want to make trouble for him.

Ain't you talking to the wrong people?

Get out.

Some guys, you can't hardly teach 'em nothing.

Get out.

Ain't nothing I can learn from you.

You're wrong.

You're wrong, McGonigle... Come here.

You watch and see how much you can learn.

Beautiful.

The whole boat going up like that.

Oh, that's beautiful.

That's gonna teach him, eh?

It'll teach McGonigle, but what about the rest of 'em?

Who?

Everybody. That Ness covered the whole East River.

He left his card all over the market.

So somebody picks up the telephone and calls him...

Anybody... who's gonna know?

We'll know.

Makouris... I got a job for you.

Long distance. Number, please?

You got anything yet?

Believe me, this doesn't happen every day, Louise.

Such a gentleman, know what I mean?

Like I was telling Shirley last night.

That's right.

Corby Preferred, at market.

Stop price 42.

I'll take anything up to 4,000 shares.

Not on what Ness makes.

No question about it, he's smart.

We'll just have to be smarter than Makouris, that's all.

That's Ness. You got him.

Don't lose him now.

Of course, losing the boat might make the difference,

but I wouldn't count on it.

He feels too strongly about the others.

Eh, not a thing.

You just keep your fingers crossed and hope.

You don't push a man like McGonigle.

Feruzzi, will you stop and listen for a minute?

Go, go talk to the jury.

Go be a big man.

Who wants to be a big man?

I just want to get rid of Makouris.

I want to see him crawl before that grand jury.

Grand jury.

What's the matter, you forget?

We had the grand jury already.

And what did they do?

Just tell me one thing they ever done?

They could never get anybody to stand up and talk.

And why?

Because one day, we talk and the next day, we are dead.

It's gonna be different with this fella Ness.

Now, I'm telling you, Carlo, he'll give us protection.

Sure, sure.

Protection.

And when the jury packs up and he goes back to Chicago?

Listen, my friend,

you don't fight Makouris with juries and courts.

You fight him with your own hands.

But not alone; not one man.

You put together a lot of hands and, in the end,

you'll crush him and smash him down to nothing.

I've tried it your way.

My deckhand's dead, my boat blown into kindling wood.

I've only got one way to fight back at him,

and that's to tell what I know.

I'm sorry, Carlo.

Hey, hey, what's the matter, you go away like this... mad?

We're friends.

You fight him your way, I'll fight him mine.

But...

Hello?

This is Captain McGonigle.

I want to talk to Mr. Ness.

The Untouchables were at the Federal Building,

in the office provided by Henry Matson.

It was shortly before 9:00

when Ness received McGonigle's call.

Where are you now, Captain?

Tremont Avenue... phone booth.

I'm parked right outside Feruzzi's.

Good.

You sure no one's following you?

Don't look like it.

Tell anybody where you were going... your wife?

Nobody.

All right.

No shortcuts on the way home.

Stay on the main avenues.

If you get the notion somebody's following you,

stop the first policeman you see.

Don't be brave. Don't try to be a hero.

I ain't a hero, and I ain't a child.

Good.

Wait at your house. I'll be there in one hour.

All right. I'll be waiting for you.

Coming straight home?

Joe told you that?

He called us from the Bronx.

He should've been here long ago.

Only takes 30 minutes to...

Something's happened.

Now, we don't know that, Mrs. McGonigle.

He might have had some trouble with the car...

Blowout, carburetor trouble...

You never know what's gonna happen with a car.

I fell asleep.

I had a migraine. I took a pill...

Your husband couldn't have come in

while you were asleep and gone out again?

I don't think so.

Wouldn't I have heard the car, even with a pill?

Yes... yes, of course.

That's... That's from the garage!

You'd better stay here. It might not be anything.

20, 30 minutes.

Just took us too long to get here.

It's going to be longer going back.

It could be a line tap, all right.

There's a definite leakage.

It'll take a little time to check it out.

We haven't got a little time.

I guess we use another phone.

Why?

Makouris expects us to use this one.

I keep thinking...

He went to all that trouble, why disappoint him?

Eliot Ness. Mr. Matson there?

No, I won't be in.

Will you give him a message please?

Tell him I've got somebody

who's willing to testify, but he's scared.

He won't come near the office,

so I'm meeting him on the outside.

The Staten Island Ferry at 2:00.

That's right. Thanks.

She said she'd give you the message, Mr. Matson.

Well, we've got company.

Feds... you can smell 'em like a ten-day-old flounder.

Where's Ness?

You know him?

Yeah, from his picture.

I never met him, though.

Got a match?

My name's Ness.

Yeah.

I left my card the other day.

You never called me back.

What can I do for a big man like you?

Give me a statement on McGonigle...

Who killed him and why.

Sure. I'll write it out first thing in the morning.

You want it on the typewriter?

In English or in Spanish?

Now, honest, Mr. Ness, what do I look like?

A leech, getting fat on other people's blood.

But I ain't a fool.

I ain't inviting the Syndicate to climb on my back.

Mm-mm.

I ain't knocking nobody off

with a grand jury going to sit next week.

You have a habit of riding the ferry?

Only to Staten Island.

Half-hour ride for a nickel...

That's the biggest bargain in New York.

You always take your boys along?

Meet Lennie Shore and Swede Kelso.

Sure I bring 'em.

It's hot in town.

It's going to get hotter.

Hey, Ness!

You wanted a match.

What'd he say?

Maybe more than he thought.

He's got the Syndicate on his back.

Ness had made an accurate guess.

At that moment,

in a plush suite high in a Manhattan skyscraper,

Dutch Schultz was addressing himself

to the most frightening concentration of criminal power

anywhere in the world... The Syndicate.

A quorum headed by Joe Kulak... "The Teacher"...

Who, directly or indirectly,

controlled the rackets in a dozen big cities.

Louis Lepke Buchalter,

presently in control of the garment industry,

later to help found Murder Incorporated.

Jake Gurrah, who dominated the Teamster's Union.

And, of course, Arthur Flegenheimer,

better known to the public as "Dutch Schultz."

So what could we expect him to do?

A man can't jump two ways the same time.

We passed the word to him.

Sure, he knows how we feel.

Like I told you, I had a long talk with him.

So what's the matter? He don't listen?

He couldn't.

He was in a squeeze.

McGonigle was gonna sing.

I had some dealings with Ness before.

I don't want Ness on my back.

So thank Makouris for taking him off.

Look, suppose that fish captain don't get rubbed out?

Suppose he spills what he knows to the grand jury...

So Makouris cops the first indictment, then what?

So, pretty soon, they gotta have some more.

And so, pretty soon, they're writin' down our addresses.

If you stop to think about it,

maybe we should give Frankie a medal.

He don't knock that guy off, we're all in trouble.

Look, I known Frankie a long time, ever since PS 12.

He's right.

I'll make book on that. He's right.

So what do I tell him?

No more killin'.

No more. For sure.

That's the way it is.

So I asked him, I said, "Look, Dutch,

"suppose somebody gets out of line?

What do we do?"

You know what he said?

He said, "They're only tellin' you what you don't do.

And don't do it."

I guess that kind of puts you on vacation...

with pay.

That ain't too bad, huh?

Excuse me, sir.

You're wanted on telephone.

Hey, Swede...

it seem to you like he's kind of... jumpy?

I shouldn't talk like that, huh, about the boss?

Well, one of us gotta talk.

If I waited for you... I mean, serious,

puttin' the gun away for awhile,

it's gonna be easier, huh?

I sleep okay.

It don't never make no difference?

Say even a guy like McGonigle?

It was a job.

Someday, I'm gonna know what goes on

in that big dumb head.

Where'd you get it?

At the market, one of the dealers.

I wouldn't louse up your supper, boss,

but you said to call.

You're sure it's Feruzzi, huh?

It's Feruzzi, all right, cookin' up trouble.

He called a meeting for tonight.

The meeting was supposed to be next week.

Yeah, I know. I know it's tonight.

He moved it up on account of McGonigle.

Gonna swing a dead man over their heads...

he could get them real worked up.

Okay.

Let's get out of here.

The store is closed.

Get out!

I said the store is closed.

Get out!

Now, back to The Untouchables.

Carlo Feruzzi received the finest medical attention,

but the acid had done its work.

The examination left no room for hope.

Feruzzi would never see again.

I'll try to make it

as short as possible, Mr. Feruzzi.

The sooner we get the identification, the...

We got the police report.

You said Lennie Shore was one of them.

What about the other?

If you got any kind of a look at him at all,

a glimpse... even an impression.

Was he tall, short, thin, heavy?

Anything would help.

Mr. Feruzzi, if you're holding anything back...

Nothing.

You don't have to be afraid.

We'll give you protection.

Like you gave to McGonigle?

You don't give, you take.

A man's life, a man's eyes,

what more can you want, Mr. Ness?

Go home.

Go back to Chicago.

You have brought us only trouble.

You're wrong, Mr. Feruzzi. The trouble was here.

But people were sweeping it under the carpet.

We hope the grand jury will change that.

Nothing.

The grand jury will do nothing,

Shall I tell you why, Mr. Ness?

Because people don't expect them to do anything.

People don't care.

I think they'll care about you.

An old man... an old pair of eyes...

By tomorrow, nobody will even remember.

Information?

What's the number of the morning Chronicle?

The morning papers jumped on the story.

The first editions played it big,

and the later editions kept it going.

By noon, the whole town was talking about it.

We told you.

We gave you a warning.

You tell us.

Didn't Dutch come to see you?

He said no more killing.

There wasn't no killing!

No.

You don't kill him.

Just make him scream.

So loud he wakes up the whole lousy city.

Papers got the town mad, Frankie.

Mad.

They're gonna make the grand jury do somethin'.

Maybe to us.

Okay.

Okay, it was wrong.

Sometimes a man can't help himself...

Like I was telling Dutch.

I send one of my boys to the Bronx.

Can I help it if he makes a mistake?

We think Lennie makes too many mistakes.

We think he ain't gonna make no more.

What's he talking about?

Sometimes it comes up like that.

Lennie?!

We don't want no more trouble.

Why?

A dog barks too loud, you throw him a bone.

Same way with people.

They get Lennie, it takes off the pressure.

From you, us, everybody.

You handle it any way you want.

I told you to come right over.

I come right over.

I got to tell you something.

It ain't too easy.

It's, um... Um...

It's Lennie.

The Syndicate's put the finger on him.

You're lyin'.

You're lyin'!

You're lyin'!

I have been wondering how to tell you.

It ain't like it was, uh...

just another job.

Job?

What do I pay you for, to stand around and look pretty?

It makes real good sense when you think about it.

Ness is looking for Lennie, so you give him Lennie.

So... he's off your back.

Lennie?

You're saying you want me...

I ain't saying.

The Syndicate's saying!

Lepke and Dutch and Kulak... They're saying!

And something else they're saying...

Either Lennie or you.

To turn them sob sisters off,

to keep the papers from bleeding too loud,

the boys say they got to toss 'em somebody.

Either Lennie or you, either one.

Don't make no difference to them.

Hey, look, um...

I know you and Lennie have been...

pretty close...

but you've got to start thinking of number one.

I say charity starts at home base.

No...

No.

Okay.

If you want to be soft in the head...

okay.

I'll call the boys.

Around, uh... 9:00, hmm?

Open up. It's me.

It's about time. I got tied up.

You hungry?

Who can eat, locked up like this?

It's like, like in a coffin!

Oh, you're hot. You listen to the radio?

All day. All day!

I gotta get outta here.

You gotta get me outta here, you hear?

Well, sure.

I was gonna say, if you'd let me talk.

Yeah? When? Half past 9:00.

I'll pick you up in the car.

They got the trains and busses staked out.

You got a hideout for me? Yeah, near Buffalo.

I got some family up there.

All you got to do is wait.

And don't open that door for nobody but me, you hear?

You can just make book on that.

Hey, Frank.

Yeah?

How's the Swede?

Hey, I forgot to tell you.

He said to say hello.

He's okay, huh?

Oh, he's fine.

Fine.

Where's your friend?

He's not here.

That's pretty obvious.

Where is he?

I don't know.

You know he's on the lam?

I don't know nothin'.

All his clothes still here.

He must have left in a hurry.

Can't say I blame him.

You don't stop to pick daisies

with the Syndicate on your tail.

Lennie's got a chance if we pick him up first.

If we pick him up, or he turns himself in.

Any other way, he's dead.

I was hoping you might know where he is.

I don't know nothin'.

Where were you last night about 8:00?

Playin' snooker.

Ask Makouris.

I was with some friends.

Everybody says Lennie was your friend.

You'd never know it.

You wait. I'll bring him out.

It's got to be where they can find him easy, understand?

Sorry I'm late, but, um,

somebody was trailing me.

Did you lose him?

Yeah. Come on.

Oh, the sandwiches are good.

I just couldn't eat 'em.

Maybe later.

Yeah, yeah. Come on.

This place I'm going... How long does it take?

Not too long. You drivin'?

I can't... Well, then, who?

Swede!

Well, why didn't you say?

Swede?

Swede?

You sure?

That close, I don't miss.

Within a few minutes after he had been shot down,

Lennie Shore was identified.

20 minutes later, the Untouchables were there.

And only seconds behind them, the press.

Mr. Matson, give us a break, will you?

Just a couple of questions, that's all.

We're going to the hospital with him.

I'll give you a statement later.

That's Lennie Shore, though, definitely? Definitely.

Did he talk? With three bullets in him?

He's lucky if he lasts as far as the hospital.

Yeah?

Oh, hello, Frankie.

When?

Sure. You know me... I never pass up free eats.

Kulak?

Oh, I don't know.

He may call me later.

Sure, I'll tell him.

You bet.

Is it done?

You're invited to a party Friday night

at the Sovereign Hotel.

He's taking the bridal suite.

The bridal suite?

I got the idea it was some kind of a wake.

You ready?

I serve your dinner now?

Oh, no hurry if you wait for somebody.

Nobody coming?

You all alone?

Yeah.

48 hours.

If they even suspected you were alive,

they'd be tearing up the streets looking for you.

When are you taking me out of this grave?

No miracles performed till next Wednesday.

That's when you talk to the grand jury.

And if I don't?

Then you are dead.

I can't keep you here forever.

Once Makouris finds out you're alive...

I'm dead anyway.

The minute I start singing to that grand jury, I'm dead.

You sing the right tune,

we'll put him where he can't touch you.

That's worth thinking about.

He can't find me here?

I wouldn't say there's much of a chance.

I don't think you've met Mrs. McGonigle.

I took you in 'cause Mr. Ness asked me.

It ain't for you.

It's for Joe.

So what he done can have some sense to it.

I don't want you thinking I'm sorry for you.

She wants to hit Makouris.

How about you?

Yeah. Good.

I'll leave one of my men.

Hey, ain't you gonna be here?

I've got some business to take care of.

Be back as soon as I can.

What kind of a lousy...?

Come on out.

We want to talk to you.

I wasn't expecting you, Mr. Ness.

I just had a workout.

Getting in shape for the party?

Party?

Somebody giving a party?

Somebody.

Sovereign Hotel, the bridal suite.

Catered by Henri Joubert.

Six waiters requested, service for 40.

You do things in style like that, the word's bound

to get around. Just some of Lennie's friends

getting together; you know, kind of a last remembrance,

you might say.

You must have thought a great deal of him.

Mr. Ness, I couldn't tell you what I thought of that boy.

Maybe you can tell the grand jury.

Wednesday morning, 10:00.

Yeah?

Swede? Where are you?

Everybody's asking for you. Aren't you coming over?

Maybe.

I don't know.

Listen, I don't go throwing invites around.

When I say come over, I mean come over.

That's an order.

Twitch Hendricks.

Swede Kelso there?

The Swede?

Nah, must be over Makouris' shindig.

The Sovereign Hotel in the bridal suite.

I'd be over there myself if I didn't have to...

Who is it?

I've got some towels for you.

Just a minute.

Okay.

One word out of you, and so help me I'll...

Let me out!

You let me out of here!

Mr. Hobson!

Mr. Hobson!

♪ ♪

Mr. Hobson!

Mr. Hobson!

Eliot, he's gone.

Darn fool, he'll get himself killed.

How long ago?

Maybe 15 minutes.

Mrs. McGonigle came upstairs,

he grabbed her and locked her in a closet.

Is she all right?

Well, she's shaken up, mostly scared.

There's no question where he's headed.

Yeah, Makouris.

Lee, the Sovereign Hotel. Meet us there.

Hold it!

Quiet, everybody!

Please, someone look!

Listen, I got something to say!

Quiet!

Come on, give him a break.

He's picking up the tab.

Thank you, my friends, thank you one and all.

In the midst of all this, um,

this, uh... jubilation,

let's not forget the purpose of this meeting.

Let's save a thought

for them that ain't here no more.

A nice little guy that, uh, went the wrong way.

I'm making a toast.

To the little guy we're all remembering.

Lennie... Lennie, wait. Wait...

There's things you don't know.

Give me a chance!

Just let me tell you!

I can't hear you, Frankie.

I'm dead.

It wasn't me, Lennie!

I didn't do it!

I'm dead, Frankie.

I even had to come in this place the back way.

Yeah... a swell joint like this...

They don't allow no ghosts in the lobby.

Swede!

I didn't kill you... I didn't kill you!

Lennie!

You don't... under... stand...

I got a couple of slugs left.

Makouris ain't worth nobody dyin'.

They'd have killed him... Makouris...

He got somebody else.

They'd have killed him... You tried...

Just to make it look right...

If I'd wanted to kill...

that close...

He should've told me.

He never did say much.

Lennie Shore was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Frank Makouris, convicted on Lennie's testimony,

was executed on March 25, 1933.

It made quite a difference at the Fulton Street Market.

Within two days after Makouris' execution,

wholesale prices fell 52%.