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Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You missed, Frank.

Now you'd better start
looking over your shoulder.

The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

Tonight's episode...
"The Seventh Vote."

Starring Robert
Stack as "Eliot Ness."

Co-starring Bruce
Gordon and Joseph Ruskin.

With special guest
star Nehemiah Persoff.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

April 25, 1932...

While Al Capone was
in Cook County Jail

awaiting transfer to the
Atlanta Federal Penitentiary

to serve the remainder
of an 11-year sentence

for income tax evasion, his
lieutenants were gathered

in the office above
the Café Vontmartre.

The meeting had been
called by the heirs apparent

to Capone's underworld throne:

Jake "Greasy Thumb"
Guzik, bookkeeper

for the syndicate's
far-flung criminal empire,

and Frank "The Enforcer"
Nitti, whose job it had been

to see that Capone's
edicts were carried out.

Their purpose: to
resolve the chaos

created by Capone's empty chair.

Nevertheless, in the
weeks that followed,

the empire suffered a succession

of savage and unexpected blows.

For the first time since the
St.Valentine's Day Massacre,

Chicago was rocked
by gangland wars.

With increasing regularity,

Capone's speakeasies
were raided,

his trucks hijacked and his
breweries, which represented

an investment of
$100,000 each, smashed.

Well, we're late again.

Somebody did the job for us.

Just the first rats
nibbling at the cheese.

Why doesn't the
syndicate hit back?

It's still got the
men, guns, power.

But it hasn't got a leader.

Let's hope we can
keep it that way.

Funny... when that
first speakeasy was hit,

I thought we'd have a full
scale war on our hands.

We may have yet.

Never underestimate Mr. Capone.

Even in jail?

Even in jail.

The sixth brewery in two weeks.

At a $100,000 a crack,
that's over half a million.

And it ain't gonna stop.

"Where's the organization?"
everybody's asking.

And the answer is,

without Al sitting
in this chair,

there ain't no organization.

We're the organization.

We decide what's gonna be
done with a vote, not by hysteria.

Mr. Guzik, I got a
right to be hysterical,

and I ain't gonna
sit quiet forever.

If you don't vote
action, I'll take action.

That's all right with me, Frank.

If you want to defy
the council, go ahead.

I ain't defying the council...
I'm defying you and them.

Capone's last orders
were, the council decides.

You want me to tell Al
you don't like his rules?

All right, Jake, you tell me.

How are we gonna stop
them if we don't kill them?

We don't stop them.

Well, that's all right for you.

Nobody's knocking
over your houses.

What do you care?

But somebody
walks into my speak,

burns it and walks away.

We never let that happen before.

And some other crumb
blasts my alky truck...

He's safe.

And somebody else heists
my booze, wrecks my breweries.

Next week there'll be a
dozen others on my neck.

And it's all okay, huh?

Fleas.

Rub them out.

Or are you scared
of these chiselers?

No, we're not scared of them.

Right now you don't even
know who's responsible.

What do you want to do...
Wipe out everybody in Chicago?

We can find out who's doing it.

And suppose you do?

Suppose we let you kill them.

What have you got then?

Bodies... you got
to get rid of them.

Witnesses... you
got to get rid of them.

And you got Eliot
Ness asking questions.

Looking, thinking,
bugging, listening.

Aah, Ness don't bother me.

No, you're bigger than Al.

He got Capone, so he bothers me.

We're so scared of
Ness, we do nothing,

we'd be out of business.

Only one business...
bootlegging.

Say that again.

Bootlegging is out.

$60 million a
year says it ain't.

That's this year.

Prohibition is
gonna be repealed.

From now on, booze
is gonna be legal.

I'm worried about right now.

All right, let's talk
about right now.

I'll show you how to
make $100 million a year

instead of 60
with half the risks.

Why do people buy booze, huh?

You tell me.

It makes them feel good, right?

Now what else
makes them feel good?

Money.

You gonna sell them
money, bookkeeper?

No, we're gonna
sell them dreams.

We're gonna sell them junk...
That's the booze of the future.

We're in that already.

We just got our toe in it.

I want to be in it up to here.

Right, Levinsky?

You bet, Jake.

You figured it real good.

Everybody drinks booze.
How many junkies you got?

So we make new
junkies... We push the stuff.

We get in touch with the Orient.

We double, we triple our orders.

And repeal won't bother us.

I got $60 million at stake
right now... this year.

I ain't interested in dreams.

I want a vote on the punks
who are hitting my operation.

Knock 'em off... yes or no?

I vote yes.

Opposed.

Four to four
deadlock, so no action.

Now, let's get down
to the real business.

We make a new rule.

Every junkie gets a new
customer or he gets no pop.

Now we got 5,000 junkies,

that makes 10,000 customers.

They get 10,000 more,
that makes 20,000.

And so on and on...
The sky's the limit.

And where's Ness, sleeping?

All right, so he arrests
a junkie here and there.

Picks up a bindle now and then.

But the beautiful
thing is this...

We got no breweries,
we got no warehouses,

no trucks, no chemists.

Just a few small little
packages, that's all.

And every junkie in the country
is a free salesman for you.

Now, you gotta admit, Frank,

that makes sense, don't it?

Yeah.

Okay now let's vote.

All in favor?

No.

You said that it makes sense.

So does killing the chiselers.

You got the latest
for me, Sammy?

Hi, Mr. Levinsky.

I-I see you and Mr. Guzik
made the front page.

Oh, yeah? No kidding.

What does it say?

Where, Sammy?

Here, I'll show you.

You're not only selling the
news, Sammy, you're making it.

It's Levinsky all right.

He was a council member.

The punks are getting braver.

Maybe.

Who else would risk it?

Nitti might.

There's no love lost
between Nitti and Guzik,

and Levinsky was
one of Guzik's boys.

Well, you think they're
fighting among themselves?

It's possible, but this killing

doesn't quite fit that theory.

Why not?

If Nitti wanted this
to be a warning,

he'd have dumped the
body on Guzik's doorstep.

Right.

Maybe Guzik killed
Levinsky himself.

Suppose we find out.

How?

Let the word leak to Guzik

we got Levinsky and
see what happens.

What's this I hear about
you holding Levinsky?

Hello, Jake.

How are you getting
along these days?

How's Frank Nitti?

Never mind about me and Nitti.

What's the charge
against Levinsky?

Charge? There's no charge.

What are you trying to pull?

You got Levinsky, and
I want to talk to him.

I want to talk to him right now!

Maybe you ought to ask
Nitti where he left him.

Nitti?

Levinsky's dead.

He was fished out
of the lake last night.

He'd been stabbed in
the back three times.

Yeah?

Where's the body?

In the morgue.

Don't play no more
games with me, Ness.

I don't like it.

I think we can assume
Mr. Guzik didn't kill Levinsky.

I'd like to be around
when he meets Nitti.

So would I.

Let's put a tail
on both of them.

Things may get a little
warmer from now on.

I tell you, this guy's
got a left like a chopper.

He cost me ten
grand, but he's worth it.

Let's start the meeting.

Ain't you gonna
wait for Levinsky?

You got in touch with him?

Brunner did.

Maybe they're together.

Could be.

You ought to see
his right... boom.

I tell you, he's gonna be champ.

Yeah?

Yeah, just a minute.

It's for you, Frank.

Okay.

What's this fella's name?

Brewer. You'll be reading it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I got it.

Who was it...
Brunner or Levinsky?

Brunner was killed an hour ago.

Then he is with Levinsky.

And it's still a tie.

Three to three.

Who's gonna be next?

Greco here?

Urcel?

That'll make it two to two
and finally just me and you.

What are you trying to say?

What I'm saying is that if it
comes down to you and me,

then you stand a 50%
chance that it'll be me.

That's not very good
odds is it, Frank?

Is it?

I move this meeting
is adjourned.

Upon receiving the news

of the death of two of his
lieutenants, Capone called

his lawyer Archie Devlin
to Cook County Prison.

The lion was caged,
but he wasn't powerless.

Your left, kid! Go to your left!

Jab, jab!

Come on, kid!

One... two... Get up, kid!

Come on now!

Al wants to see you.

I'm busy.

Right away!

Oh, I'm in trouble.

Ah, so I see.

Tell Al I'll come when I can.

He ask for Jake, too?

Yes. I haven't
checked him out yet.

Well, if Jake goes,
maybe I can make it, too.

Your, uh, your
boy takes chances.

Yeah, don't count him out yet.

Come on, kid!

Come on! The left!

Two, three, four...

I can't take the chance.

Al shouldn't take the chance,

and he shouldn't see Nitti.

I've already seen Nitti.

He's too busy.

Yeah, you can tell Al I
said he's doing pretty good.

Five-percent increase
for the quarter.

That's all?

That's all?

Five percent is pretty
good these days.

Yeah?

When?

All right, hang
on a minute, Rico.

They just found the
body of Eric Muller.

Levinsky... three stab
wounds; Muller... three bullets.

Things are starting to pop.

They just found a body
of one of Nitti's men.

You'd better forget
Guzik and stick to Devlin.

Right.

If they keep knocking
each other off this way,

we're gonna be out of a job.

I wouldn't count on it.

Devlin's been to see
both Nitti and Guzik.

Could be Mr. Capone's
already started to move.

May I see that cable, please?

Oh, yes, sir.

Does that make sense to you?

I asked him to repeat it twice,

but he never changed a word.

The only thing I understand
is the Hong Kong address.

Would you have a copy
of this made for me?

I'll have it picked up later.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Well, from a
cursory examination,

I'd say this is a
pretty good code.

Any idea how long
it'll take to break it?

That's hard to say.

Might be a few hours,
might be a week.

Is it important?

Very.

I'll let you know as
soon as I get anything.

Thanks.

So, uh, Al is angry about
Brenner and Levinsky.

Is that the message?

That's part of it.

Well, get to the rest of it!

If you'll stop interrupting.

As Mr. Capone understands it,

the Council is
split three to three.

Is that correct?

That's correct all right.

Mr. Capone is very
upset over this deadlock,

but he has the solution.

So?

So he's going to
break the deadlock.

He's going to bring
in a seventh vote.

There's nobody big enough.

Yeah, for once, he's right.

There may be one man you
two gentlemen overlooked.

Who? Kafka.

He'll never come.

He will for Mr. Capone.

They were very close
before he was deported.

So Kafka will be
your seventh vote.

He'll break the deadlock.

He will also break
anything else if he has to.

I say no!

What does he know
about our problem?

I'm absolutely against it.

That's unfortunate, gentlemen,
because he's already on his way.

All right, let him come.

That don't mean we
have to listen to him.

Mr. Capone had an idea you
might not like his little plan,

so he gave me a personal
message for both of you.

I wrote it down.

"Tell those mugs that if
anything happens to Kafka,

"if he don't get into this
country safely, I'll kill them!

"It may take a day, a
month, a year, ten years,

but they know me, so they
know it's only a matter of time."

Well, it looks as if
you two boys are going

to have to work together.

It took 32 straight hours

to break the code
in the cablegram

which Ness had secured
from the postal telegraph office.

At 11:15 p.m. on
the night of June 4th,

Ness and Hobson, in
response to a telephone call

were on hand as the
message was being deciphered.

Here we are.

"Urgently request

"your immediate
presence in Chicago

"to act as temporary head of
council, which is deadlocked

"and powerless
because of conflicts

between Nitti and Guzik."

We were right.

They are at each
other's throats.

"Organization also
under attack from outside.

"Situation threatens your
interests as well as mine."

Signed, "Capone".

What about the reply?

He's almost finished.

"Temporary head of the council."

It's very neat.

If it works, the organization
will be as strong as ever,

and Capone will still
be pulling the strings.

Here we are.

It was sent to Archibald Devlin.

"Leaving immediately.
Make all arrangements."

Signed... "K... A...
F... K... A..." Kafka.

Kafka?

That's right.

Who is he, Eliot?

The man who taught the
underworld how to organize.

Capone was his prize pupil.

He was deported 11 years ago,
and now he's got a stranglehold

on narcotics in the Orient.

Thanks, Joe.

Better get yourself some sleep.

Don't worry.

What are you doing here?

Oh, just catching up
with a little shopping.

Guzik arrived about
five minutes ago.

Looks like our boys
have business together.

In that place?

You like Turkish food?

Shish kebab, pilaf, shashlik?

Never tried it.

You haven't?

Now's your chance.

You go inside. I'll wait here.

Thanks a lot.

Well, what can I offer you?

I have everything.

Raki, ouzo, pastis... slivovitz.

Slivovitz? Are you kidding?

Whiskey.

Whiskey? Oh, no, no, no.

That would be like bringing
wool to a sheepherder.

Here.

We'd like you to bring
somebody in for us.

That is my business.

Yeah, but nothing's
gotta go wrong.

He's gotta be safe.

That also is my business.

May I ask who it is?

That is not your business.

You are wrong, my friend.

Who the man is is
very much my concern.

If he is well-known,
if he is wanted,

if he is Caucasian or Oriental,

if he is big or small,
if he speaks English...

All of these things
must be known

before I can make
suitable arrangements.

We can tell you all that
without telling you his name.

How much money is involved?

20 Gs.

$20,000. A very important man.

Supposing I agree?

Where do I pick up this man
whose name I do not know?

Vancouver.

Vancouver?

In that case, the
price will be $50,000.

What?!

Vancouver means he's
coming from the Orient.

There is only one man in
the East important enough

to bring both of
you here together:

Kafka.

The price is $50,000.
Take it or leave it!

We'll leave it!

We'll take it.

That's blackmail!

You want to be the one to
tell Al we didn't get the best?

All right, but nothing
can go wrong!

Nothing will go
wrong, my friend.

I'll contact you

as soon as I've completed
the preliminaries.

Oh, Mr. Guzik, won't you
have a drink to seal the bargain?

The bum's got no manners.

Kafka... he's almost a legend.

Yeah, I know.

You knew him, I suppose.

No.

Oh?

Mr. Guzik knew him quite well.

He was Kafka's bookkeeper
before he was Capone's.

So I hear.

You missed, Frank.

Now you'd better start
looking over your shoulder.

Now back to The Untouchables.

June 4, 1932. In their
office in the federal building,

the Untouchables
reported to Ness

on the attempted
shooting of Jake Guzik.

What have you got?

Mr. Alexander Stavro entered
under the quota in 1919.

From 1925 until
the present moment,

he has a clean bill of health.

But from 1919 to 1925?

Two arrests for suspicion

of bringing aliens into
the country illegally.

Convictions?

No, the first charge was dropped

for lack of evidence,

not guilty on the
second. Interesting?

Very.

Obviously, our Mr. Stavro

is a man who doesn't
make many mistakes.

And those he does make
he manages to cover up.

It all fits.

Guzik and Nitti wouldn't
hire anybody but an expert

to bring in somebody
as important as Kafka.

What's next door
to the club, Rico?

A rooming house.

Let's go talk to the janitor.

For five days, the phone
lines into the Café Istanbul

were monitored by Eliot Ness
and his men without results.

But at 3:11 p.m. on the
afternoon of June 10...

Long distance calling, Eliot.

Mr. Alexander Stavro, please.

I'm Stavro.

Go ahead, please.

Mr. Stavro?

Yes?

Forgive me for bothering
you but your merchandise...

Attention please,
attention please.

Royal Coachman for
Toronto and Montreal

leaving on track four at 3:25.

I said your
merchandise has arrived.

All Aboard.

I don't quite know
what to do with it.

I'm running short
of storage space.

Thank you.

I'll be up there tomorrow.

Where can I reach you?

I'll be here all day.

If there's any
change, I'll call you.

He didn't even get his
three minutes worth.

We did.

"Royal Coachman leaving
for Vancouver, track four, 3:25."

Whoever made that call
made it from our time zone.

So with a little help from
the Canadian Railroad...

We can pinpoint the phone
that call was made from.

You think the merchandise he
was talking about could mean Kafka?

There's only one way to
find out. Let's start checking.

The following day after
checking the timetable

of the Royal Coachman with
the Canadian railway authorities,

Eliot Ness and Hobson
crossed a bridge into Canada

at a small border station.

Where were you born, please?

The United States.

Oh, yes, Mr. Ness.

Just a moment, please.

Mr. Ness, Inspector.

Oh, thank you.
I'll be right there.

Come one! Come all!

Just across the river...

The world-famous
Michalek Circus.

See the clowns, the
beautiful dancing girls,

bareback riders,
death-defying acrobats,

all straight from
command performances...

Sammy, shut that thing off!

Before the crowned
heads of Europe.

Then you won't
be able to hear it.

Show starts promptly at 8:30.
Come on! I've got it memorized.

You have entertainment
along with your work, I see.

Oh, they drive me crazy.

They drive back and forth
every day drumming up trade.

Come one! Come all!

Just across the river...

The world-famous
Michalek Circus.

See the clowns... Mr. Ness? Yes.

I'm Inspector
Goodrich of the RCMP.

How do you do?
This is Lee Hobson.

How do you do? How are you?

I've been asked to give you
every possible cooperation.

Thanks, Inspector, but
right now we need your help

in finding the railroad station.

Well, I hope it's all this easy.

May I? Please.

Passengers for
the Chicago Special,

please board on track two.

Passengers for
the Chicago Special

will please board on track two.

Dalhousie 6941.

Hello?

I've got a message for you.

Who is this?

Never mind who this is.

The message is from
Stavro... Alexander Stavro.

I'm listening.

He told me to tell you
to forget about Kafka.

Who's Kafka?

The guy who's coming
in from the Orient.

Listen, I don't know
what you're talking about,

and I just left Mr. Stavro
a half hour ago.

Now why didn't he give
me the message himself?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?!

With the cooperation of
the Canadian authorities,

it took Ness and Hobson
less than 45 minutes

to get a very frightened
Edward Ballin to speak.

All I did was turn a man
over to Stavro this morning.

That's all.

A big man, heavyset,
pockmarked face?

I didn't see him.

I just made arrangements
for him to be picked up.

But you heard the name... Kafka.

You gotta believe me, I
don't know their names.

Most of the time I
don't even see them.

This man going out tonight?

I think so.

How?

Stavro will kill me.

How?

By train.

Which train?

I don't know.

You gotta believe
me, I don't know!

All aboard.

With the continued cooperation
of the Canadian authorities,

Ness checked every train
leaving the border station

for the American side.

They found nothing.

But at 3:00 a.m.,
as the last night train

from the border
station was pulling out...

Stavro just boarded
the chair car.

I'll call you from Chicago.

Keep an eye on Ballin. Right.

Thanks, Inspector.

What is it?

What do you...?

What?

What do you want, mister?

No. No.

Please, please, no!

At the La Salle Street
Station in Chicago,

Eliot Ness and the Untouchables

checked the baggage car in
which the shooting had occurred.

But that's not Kafka.

No. Our Mr. Stavro's
still not making mistakes.

Can we pin this on him?

Not a chance.

He never left the chair car
all the way from Canada.

A few hours after
Alexander Stavro

arrived back in Chicago,
there was a second meeting

in the basement
of the Café Istanbul.

We're paying you 50 grand

to bring Kafka into
this country safe,

and what do we get?

A bonehead play like that!

You, the big expert!

On the job one week...
One lousy week...

And you already got Ness
breathing down our necks.

Now you listen to me, Mr. Nitti
and you listen very carefully.

I could kill you right now.

Fortunately for both of you,

I do not believe in violence

except when it serves
a useful purpose.

Your carelessness has
endangered my entire operation.

What are you talking about?

Since 1925 I have brought
over 300 aliens into this country

without a single arrest.

Now you have put
Mr. Ness on my trail.

We put him on your trail?

He's been following you.

If you don't believe me,

go upstairs and
look across the street.

He also followed me to Canada,

He picked up one of
my Canadian contacts,

and a perfect plan to bring
Kafka in is now useless.

What plan?

The man in the coffin
was unimportant.

He was merely a dress rehearsal.

If he had come through safely,

I would have used the
same plan for Kafka,

but now that is
obviously impossible.

Use another plan.

There are many, but not for me.

What do you mean by that?

I mean what I say.

I do not intend
to risk a business

that has taken me years to
build up for a mere $50,000.

When is Kafka coming
into the country?

Tomorrow morning.

What difference does it make?

He already said he
won't handle it no more.

He said that $50,000
was not enough

for the risks involved.

That's not quite the
same is it, Stavro?

I believe we're beginning
to understand each other.

All right.

How much money does it take

for you to stop
worrying about Ness?

A quarter of a million dollars.

A quarter of a million!

He must be kidding.

If Kafka comes into the
country tomorrow morning

and finds himself
stranded, he'll be mad.

And Al will be mad. I
don't know about you,

but I don't want
to be in the middle.

We'll pay you on delivery!

Agreed.

If your price goes up
again... you're dead.

And that goes for your
punk with the chopper, too.

You understand?

Precisely.

Where do you want
Mr. Kafka to meet you?

You know where this is?

Gregory... the punk with
the chopper, will find it.

He's a very good man.

Room 212.

Mr. Kafka will be there
tomorrow at midnight.

Mr. Nitti!

You forgot your newspaper.

The following day,
Alexander Stavro took the train

for the Canadian border as
he had done many times before.

He was not alone.

You make terrible coffee.

You want tea?

I want to talk.

When does your relief come?

About 15 minutes... 6:30.

I'll meet you in the train shed.

I'll be there.

I would like to have a...

I'll be back in a minute.

I'm meeting him in the
train shed... in 15 minutes.

We'll be there.

Where's Ness?

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

He's in the shed
waiting for you.

No, no.

Again.

No! No! No!

I couldn't help it!

They made me do it!

They found out I
was working for you!

How?

They called me on
the phone at the station.

They said it was a
message from you.

And they let you go?

They wanted me to find out
about a man named Kafka.

Kill him!

No! No! No!

No, I'll do anything you
say, but don't kill me, please!

Wait a minute.

You want to live?

Yeah.

He's late.

Only ten minutes.

You think he lost his nerve?

Maybe.

Maybe I ought
to go look for him.

Let's wait five minutes more.

If he doesn't show up,

you'd better go
back to the station.

You got it straight?

Yeah.

Who was it? Stavro?

They found out I
was working for you.

What about Kafka?

They're taking
him across the lake

tomorrow morning... before dawn.

Where are they leaving from?

The boat... the boat docks.

Look after him!

All right, Ness has the message.

Everything else set?

I have the car waiting.

How long before
he'll get across?

15 minutes, maybe less.

Take him to this address.

I'll meet you there.

Hurry!

Something wrong?

Yeah.

Stavro had that
man on the train killed

without batting an eyelash.

Why'd he leave Ballin alive?

Do you think the boat
docks were a plant?

Maybe, but we can't
take that chance.

Let's go see the inspector.

Come one! Come all!

Just across the river... the
world-famous Michalek Circus!

See the clowns, the
beautiful dancing girls,

bareback riders
death-defying acrobats,

all straight from
command performances

before the crowned
heads of Europe!

Show starts promptly...

Eliot, I've been
trying to find you!

There's an important call
from Chicago, Operator 19.

Thanks.

How far is the lake
from here, Jim?

11 miles.

Do you have enough men
to cover the boat docks?

Yes. Why?

I want Chicago,
please. Operator 19.

We got a tip Kafka's gonna
cross the lake just before dawn.

I'll set it up right away.

Good.

Operator?

Yes, thanks.

Just across the river... the
world-famous Michalek Circus!

See the clowns, the
beautiful dancing girls,

bareback riders,
death-defying acrobats...

All straight from
command performances

before the crowned
heads of Europe!

Show starts promptly at 8:30!

Hiya, Sammy.

Anything to declare?

Yeah, one ton of opium!

Okay, but we'll have
to open you up today.

There's an alert.

Help yourself.

One moment, please.

Your Chicago call, Mr. Ness.

Thanks.

Ness speaking.

Hello, Eliot. Rico.

I tailed and Guzik and
Nitti to a private airstrip.

They rented a plane, but I
couldn't get the destination.

When are they leaving?

They left right away.

I've been trying to reach you

for over an hour.
Anything wrong?

Yeah, plenty. I'll call you
back later, Rico. Thanks.

Jim, is there a train leaving
for the States tonight?

No, nothing till 11:00
a.m. tomorrow morning.

Then Kafka has to
come through here.

I thought you said the
boat docks at dawn.

I think the docks are a plant.

Guzik and Nitti left
Chicago over an hour ago

by private plane.

If Kafka wasn't
leaving till tomorrow,

they'd be giving
themselves a 12-hour wait.

Maybe Kafka's gone through.

He wasn't through 20 minutes
ago or Stavro wouldn't have tried

to throw us off the scent.

Forgive me, Eliot,

but if Stavro knows
we're expecting Kafka,

would he dare send
him through here?

We have his photograph,
his description.

He'd have to be disguised.

How do you disguise a
man with a pockmarked face

weighing 250 pounds?

Okay, Sammy.

Come one! Come all!

Just across the river, the
world-famous Michalek Circus!

See the clowns, the
beautiful dancing girls,

bareback riders,
death-defying acrobats,

all straight from
command performances...

The clowns!

Show starts promptly at 8:30.

Follow us. Come one, come all!

Drive!

Walking up and down is not
gonna bring him any sooner.

Well, why don't he get here?

He's over an hour late!

How should I know?!

Ah, you sure picked
a crummy joint.

Hello, Frank, Jake.

What do you want?

You don't have
to wait any longer.

He won't be here.

Kafka's dead.

Who is Kafka?

The seventh vote,

Alexander Stavro was
having a champagne dinner

at the Bellevue
Hotel in Cleveland

when he was picked up.

As for the conflict
between Nitti and Guzik,

that was solved ironically
when Guzik was sentenced

to prison in July
of the same year.