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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.