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What are we having for dinner tonight?

I asked you a question!

What's the matter? Can't you talk?!

Get out of here.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Salome Jens, George Mathews,

Bruce Gordon, Kevin Hagen,

and narrated by Walter Winchell.

Can I help you, sir?

You got some automatic pistols in the window.

How much are they? Do you have a police permit?

All I want to know is how much they are.

I can't quote you a price unless you have a permit.

How many shots do they hold?

I can't tell you that, either.

However, I have something here

that might interest you.

We just got it in.

How much is it?

$150.

I'll wrap it for you.

What for? It ain't against the law.

I'll take it like it is.

Chicago, 1929.

The golden age of crime.

You needed a police permit to buy a single-shot revolver,

but you could buy the most lethal hand weapon

ever conceived by man at any hardware

or sporting goods store.

Look at these babies!

Are they something, or ain't they?

First mob to use these rules Chicago.

He's right... we move in from the North Side with these,

and Moran'll be finished.

What do you say, Frank?

We've got 'em... use 'em.

The weeks following were the bloodiest

in the history of Chicago.

The city reeled as the Capone mob

struck again and again

at Bugs Moran's North Side empire.

It was climaxed on the morning of February 14, 1929,

with the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

The nation came to its feet in horror.

A drastic ban was immediately placed

on the sale of machine guns.

On February 16, Capone flew straight to Miami

and left his enforcer, Frank Nitti,

in charge of the organization, and on a spot.

Search and seizure, Nitti.

If you think you're gonna tie my hands by grabbing a few guns,

I'll have new ones before you get downtown. Good luck.

You got to be dreaming, Ness... you think you can grab every chopper in town?

Starting from the factory and working out.

Every store, every pawnshop,

every town where cheap hoods operate.

By the end of the week, you'll forget what machine guns look like.

Let me give you a warning, Ness.

A lot of punks have tried to buck the organization.

Most of them ended up going for a swim wearing cement overshoes.

What size you wear, huh?

I might ask you the same question.

Give my regards to Big Al when he calls.

The Untouchables chose this particular time

to strip the underworld of its weapons.

Among those hit the hardest

was North Side overlord Bugs Moran.

The garage warehouse... there ain't a gun left anywhere.

The Feds took everything.

Under the floorboards? Everything.

We ain't got a chopper left to our name.

If that's what they think, then we're sitting pretty.

Bugs, I just told you... Javitt...

I'm not a punk kid just starting out in this business.

The Feds clean out my front pockets,

I got guns in my vest.

They clean out my vest, I got guns in my back pocket.

Open that cabinet.

Choppers!

Yeah.

Valentine's Day comes early this year.

I'm gonna give Capone

the same kind of a present he gave me.

Well, we tore Moran's place apart, Eliot.

No guns, but lots of alibis.

It figures.

All right, Rico, we'll set up a 24-hour watch on Nitti and Moran.

The rest of us will pinpoint the breweries. Right.

They still there?

Yeah. Six nights and five days.

Listen, Frank, so long as we know they're staking us out,

what's it gonna get 'em?

It may get us plenty if Al comes back

and finds the Feds camping on his doorstep

and me sitting on my hands while Ness and Moran cut me up.

Well, listen, Frank, it ain't your fault

if this bum Ness won't take a bribe.

So it ain't my fault,

but in five days, Moran's taken over three of my joints,

and I can't supply the rest because Ness is hitting my breweries.

But you got a shipment coming in, the biggest we've ever had.

And what am I gonna protect it with, water pistols?

I need guns... where am I gonna get 'em?

Can you tell me that? Where?

That guy carries that case like he's got a Stradivarius in it.

Yeah.

You know, I played the violin for almost three years

when I was in high school.

No kidding.

Hey, Wally, look at the musicians.

Since when have we had seven?

I think you've had it, buster!

No, you don't understand... I just try to see Mr. Nitti.

Turn around, and you get a busted head.

No, it is not what you think.

Please, you got to believe me.

You wanted to see Nitti? All right, let's go.

Come on, get up there.

Frank, we got a real dangerous character here.

Mr. Nitti, I do not come to kill you.

I... You've got to believe me.

I try to see you for whole week,

but-but they will not let me.

See me about what?

About this.

My-my cousin make this from junk parts.

So?

I-I read in newspaper that police take all your guns away.

I think maybe... you want to buy this.

Get him out of here.

Uh, you do not understand.

This is like machine gun.

Show me.

Frank.

I know, I know. Shut the window.

You, put that thing together.

Lefty.

Don't try to point that in this direction.

You'll never make it.

Okay.

That lamp, hit it.

No, I am not good shot...

With all those bullets, how could you miss?

Not bad!

Tell me something.

Could your cousin make a regular machine gun?

A chopper?

$100.

For gun I make in spare time.

Jan, what I told you?

When you can do this,

it is stupid to work in mill.

$17 for week!

$16.75.

Eva's right. That's right.

$16.75.

Jan... man... man in store,

he told me, if you could make machine gun,

he would pay you $200 for every gun.

$200...

But why do they want these machine guns?

Is against the law to sell, no?

Now, yes, yes.

But, uh, man says, uh, they are changing law,

and he wants to go into competition

with people who are making Thompson gun.

I-I don't know.

Jan, what do we know about the law?

There is a law says people can't drink.

Everybody drinks.

People do what is right for them.

Yeah.

And what is right for us, Eva?

During the days that followed, Eliot Ness

and the newly formed Untouchables

continued to strike

at the heart of Capone's liquor empire.

Automatic rifle?

Handmade from an old army Springfield.

They never stop trying, do they?

You think we can trace it?

We'd better.

November 12, 1929...

Frank Nitti, desperate to save the Capone empire,

arranged a meeting with Bugs Moran

in the Haymarket section of Chicago...

Moran's home grounds.

Frank, Frank, it's suicide.

Moran will blast us before we get through the door.

You want to wait in the car, Lefty?

No, Fr... You're just gonna talk to him, huh?

No, Lefty. I'm gonna bury him.

Frank, I don't like it, Frank. I don't like it.

All right?

Hello, Frank.

We agreed this was to be a peaceful meeting.

I give you one thing, Frank. You got guts.

I got a proposition for you.

You're gonna make me a proposition?

It's the other way around.

I got plans for you.

The first step is right here.

Now, get over against that wall.

Now, you kill me and you'll slice yourself out of a business

that makes 200 million bucks a year.

200 million?

That's Capone's take.

That's right.

That's what I'm offering you: Capone.

The whole thing.

The beer, the booze, the numbers,

the rackets, the girls. Everything.

Why should I make a deal with you

when I can wipe him out in a month?

You couldn't take him over in a year and you know it.

Capone runs an empire.

Why, to take it over, you'd have to have top men

in 100 different departments. Now, where you gonna get 'em?

You can deliver 'em, I suppose?

No. No, I can't. Not yet.

All I can deliver is a couple of top men

and the boys I got with me.

But you give me one month and I'll have guns.

One month, and I'll have 80% of Capone's keys

right in my pocket.

When we get to that point, who needs Al?

Let him rot in Miami.

If you can do this all by yourself,

why are you offeri" to cut me in?

Because you got me over a barrel.

I need time to set it up.

If you keep takin' over my places,

Al ain't gonna leave me in charge long enough

to organize my own funeral.

50-50 split.

$100 million for each of us.

If I thought you were on the level...

You want proof?

Ten days from now, he's sending a convoy into town

with 20,000 gallons of alky.

I'll give you the time and the place.

All you got to do is take it over.

You got a fast mouth, Frank.

It just bought you ten days.

But if I don't get that convoy,

you'll wish you were never, ever born.

You'll get it, Moran. I promise you, you'll get it.

A trace on the automatic gun found in Nitti's distillery

led the Untouchables

to a small basement flat on East Varney Street.

Nothing, Eliot.

I checked Zolinsky's room, Eliot.

I'm sorry to have bothered you, Mrs. Tobek.

Would your husband know where we could find Zolinsky?

I don't know.

Jan is at night school.

He will not be back for about two hours.

Please, tell me what has happened.

Why do you search my house?

What has Stanley done?

We're not sure he's done anything, Mrs. Tobek.

All we know is that he bought a gun from a junk shop near here.

A gun which was very cleverly converted

into an automatic rifle.

This is wrong?

It is if he sold it to Al Capone.

Capone?

When Mr. Zolinsky comes back,

would you please tell him to call this number right away?

Yes. Yes, I will.

Thank you, Mrs. Tobek.

Ness. What was Ness doing in your house?

I don't know. I never see him before.

What shall we do? Take him back to the club?

No. You don't understand, please.

Shut up. Let's find out what Ness was doin' here first.

Stanley. The police, they were here.

They were looking for you.

What did they want?

They wanted to know about the gun you brought for Jan to fix.

Frank?

I'm over at Zolinsky's place now.

Yeah. I thought you might like to know

that Ness has just been here.

He was looki" for Stanley.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

Right away.

Frank says you're to take care of Stanley personally.

Let's go, Stanley.

No, this is mistake. You don't under...

No. No! Leave him alone!

Where are you taking him? Stop it! Stop it!

And now, back to...

At 10:35 on the night of November 22,

Nitti delivered a convoy of 20 truckloads of alcohol

to Bugs Moran's warehouse.

Moran was riding high.

Ho!

What took you so long?

The others pulled in an hour ago.

Well, it's heavy with traffic out there.

All right, all right, just get it unloaded.

Here's to Mr. Nitti.

Everybody, hold it!

Keep his head down.

Come on out, Bugs.

The shooting's over.

Yeah?

Well, what do you know? Ain't that too bad.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, you guys.

You won't believe this, but the Feds got a tip from someplace.

They grabbed the trucks and picked up Moran.

Everything's working right on schedule.

Well, is that everything you ordered?

I asked you a question.

Is everything.

The question is, now that you've got the machines,

how long before we see the guns?

How long?

Is all right, Eva.

I do not make the guns.

Matt?

Hear what the man says?

We go through all this trouble,

but he ain't gonna make the guns.

I heard.

No! No! No!

You keep hands off her!

You don't touch her! Why, you're a little tiger cat, aren't you?

No! You don't touch her!

That's right. If you make the guns.

No, Jan, no!

If you don't, she's liable to have a very bad accident.

All right! All right, I do what you want.

But if you hurt her again...

I make nothing.

You hear?! Nothing!

We'll give the orders, Tiger.

You just do your work.

And remember, both of you,

there'll always be one of us around.

If either one of you tries to tip off the police,

the other one's gonna get hurt.

Is that clear?

You know, you could end up like your cousin Stanley.

We haven't been able to identify him, Mr. Ness.

Even the labels have been cut off the clothes.

Wait a minute.

I think I know this man, Eliot.

Jack and I saw him go into Nitti's club with the musicians.

How long would you say he's been in the water, Bill?

Oh, the Coroner can tell you more accurately.

I'd say at least a week.

How long was Zolinsky missing?

Eight days.

I told you to stay out of here while he's working.

How's it coming?

Dumb, that's what you are.

Dumb.

We give you a chance to clear six grand in a month.

Are you grateful?

There was a phone call for you, Jan.

From who?

I asked you a question. From who?!

Answer me!

Who was it, Eva?

Mr. Ness.

He wants to see you downtown.

You call him back.

Tell him I can't go.

Yes, you will.

If you don't go, he'll come here looking for you.

So, you go. You cooperate.

Then you get back here quick.

If he asks you again about the guns...?

Wait a minute!

You tell Ness your cousin made that gun.

He can't prove no different.

And remember, I'll be here with her,

so don't do nothin' foolish.

What are we having for dinner tonight?

I asked you a question!

What's the matter? Can't you talk?!

Get out of here.

You know this man, Mr. Tobek?

That... is Stanley.

Zolinsky? Your cousin?

Please, I go now, huh?

Just a minute, Mr. Tobek.

Don't you want to know why your cousin was murdered?

He... he make a mistake.

He made a mistake, all right, a big mistake.

He was selling guns to Al Capone.

Did you know about it?

Please, I know nothing.

I must go now.

All right, Mr. Tobek, don't leave town.

We might want to talk to you again.

Thanks, Bill.

Either he's the best actor I've ever seen

or he really was shaken up.

And he wasn't the least bit surprised

to find out his cousin was murdered,

which means he must be mixed up in this somewhere.

But how? He's certainly not a hood.

No, but I think we should do some research on Mr. Tobek

just in case.

Hey, this stuff's pretty good.

I guess

it's kinda like a Polish goulash, huh?

Like Irish stew, only, only more spicy.

I make a pretty good stew myself.

Did either one of you ever taste Irish stew?

What am I?!

Some kind of animal...?

You can't even talk to me?!

Jan...

Get out.

Get out of here.

I brought this for you.

What for?

Ain't gonna get you nothin'.

We thought maybe...

maybe you would like some coffee.

Thanks.

The dessert isn't much...

just some pudding I made.

Please... come back and join us.

Please.

Oh... excuse me.

Oh.

Two weeks?! That's impossible, Al.

Nobody can... Al? Hello, Al?

He must think I'm some kind of a miracle man.

"Two weeks," he says.

"Get them guns finished in two weeks!"

Why the big push? We'll have 'em inside of a month.

He don't have to tell me we're losin' customers!

He says the organization's gettin' shaky.

If word gets around we're in trouble,

every two-bit punk in town'll be sniffin' at our heels.

So don't worry about it, Frank. We're doin' the best we can.

Oh, I ain't gonna worry, you are!

We got a shipment comin' in here in two weeks,

and we're gonna have choppers to protect it, understand?

Frank, Tobek's going as fast as he can.

Well, maybe you didn't understand at all.

I said we're gonna have choppers.

I don't care how or why.

And if we don't, you're gonna be replaced...

permanently!

Stop it!

Please make him stop it!

Hold it, Lefty!

What's the matter, Matt, you gettin' soft?

Nah, but you bust him up any more,

he won't be able to make nothin'.

It's not possible to make gun in two weeks.

It's not enough time.

There is if you get help.

Lefty here's handy with tools.

He can make the stocks and the handgrips.

She can help, too. That makes four of us.

No, I don't want her here.

She's going to have baby.

She need rest.

We don't care what you want.

Shut up, Lefty!

Who are you telling to shut up?

I'm tellin' you!

All I said is if we need her, we gotta use her, that's all.

You know what Frank said.

Sure, I know.

Only I think Jan here can make 'em

in two weeks without her.

What about it, Jan?

Yeah, if you help me, it will be ready.

Good.

Go make some coffee.

All right, Jan, let's go to work.

Let me tell you something.

Don't you play games with us.

If those guns aren't ready in two weeks,

you're never gonna live

to see that kid you think so much about.

36 hours after the arrest of George "Bugs" Moran,

he was remanded to federal custody for questioning.

He's gonna die, Moran.

Who? You know who!

The federal officer who was shot

when we hit your warehouse.

So he's gonna die. What's that got to do with me?

I didn't shoot him. You can't pin that on me.

Can't we?

You know you can't, Ness.

I never fired a shot, and you know it!

Sure, we do, Bugs. We need a pigeon. You were there.

This yours?

I never saw it before.

That's funny.

It's got your fingerprints on it.

What does that matter?

It's a brand-new gun.

It's never been fired before.

It has now.

With your record, Bugs,

the jury will convict you on general principles.

Now...

if these bullets should get mixed up with the ones

they took out of Weybright's body,

there isn't a lawyer in the world

could keep you out of the chair.

You lousy, rotten...!

All right, what do you want from me?

You had machine guns, Nitti didn't.

For ten days you were hitting all over town.

What made you stop?

Nitti and I made a deal.

I was to leave his clubs alone

and he was to give me the shipment of alky.

Why would Nitti make a deal with you?

To get time to get guns to use against Capone.

Then why did Nitti tip us?

Nitti tipped you?!

That's right, your partner.

Why, that lousy punk was gonna use those guns against me!

Nitti's getting guns?

Yeah! ROSSI: From where?

I don't know.

From where?!

I don't know!

I swear I don't know!

Get him out of here.

Where is Nitti getting those guns?

The man that might have made them for him,

Zolinsky, is dead.

Wait a minute, Eliot.

Those immigration reports I put in your desk.

They show that Zolinsky had no manual skills,

but before he left Poland, Tobek...

Before he left Poland...

Tobek was a master machinist.

It's Ness!

Be real careful what you say.

Yes?

We'd like to talk to your husband, Mrs. Tobek.

We are having dinner.

I'm sorry. It's important.

I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner, Mr. Tobek.

We have to ask you a few questions...

alone, if you don't mind.

This is Mr. Mulloy. He's old friend.

You say what you want.

All right. Have it your way.

May I sit down?

Please.

Mr. Tobek, we know

that your cousin couldn't have made

the gun he sold Capone.

Why not?

Because he had no manual skills.

But you do.

You could have made that gun, and we believe you did.

All right. I make it.

Well, why didn't you tell us?

Well, I was afraid.

Stanley tell me he-he sell that gun to, um...

sporting good store.

I didn't know he sell it to gang.

Yet you weren't surprised

to find out that your cousin was shot.

No.

Day before, some men come to house with Stanley.

They see you leave.

They take Stanley with them.

These men did nothing to you?

No.

They warn me to stay away from police.

They didn't, by any chance, ask you to go on making guns...

Tommy guns?

No.

They just said to keep quiet.

Mr. Tobek, we know that both you and your wife

have applied for citizenship papers.

You realize that if you're lying,

you could both be sent back to Poland.

No.

We are good people. They cannot do that.

We do not want to do anything wrong.

I'm sure not.

We have reason to believe that Frank Nitti

is going to get Tommy guns from somewhere.

We just hope they won't be coming from you.

Would you put your hands up on the table, Mr. Mulloy?

Mrs. Tobek, would you mind if we took this with us?

No.

Thank you. Don't bother seeing us out.

Do you think that'll help?

We'll check it out.

Meanwhile, let's put a 24-hour tap on Tobek's phone.

Right.

What are you doing here?

I done all I could, Frank.

I finished the stocks and grips.

I was only in the way.

Are we gonna make it?

Yeah. Yeah, maybe with a day or two to spare.

You said the guns wouldn't be done till tomorrow.

You told me there were no magazine locks.

You lied to me. Why?

Because I did not want to die.

I got no orders to kill you.

Only to get the guns finished.

You think they will let us go?

My cousin knew less.

And they kill him.

Hello?

Good, Matt, very good.

The guns are finished.

Gee, that's great, Frank.

We'll finish the game and go pick 'em up. Okay?

We'll pick 'em up right now, okay?

Hello, Matt? Lefty's leaving with some of the boys.

He'll be right over.

Sure, Frank. Yeah.

Yeah, they're both here.

Just me and Lefty.

Yeah, they know where the guns are goin', but...

Look, Frank. Maybe...

Maybe you could send somebody else, huh?

Yeah, Frank.

Yeah, I heard you, Frank.

I... I heard you.

Start bringing out the guns.

They're coming over to pick 'em up.

Eliot? The guns are finished.

Nitti's boys are coming over to get them.

He gave them orders to kill the Tobeks. I'm going in.

Let's move.

Thanks.

Now get out of here, both of you.

Leave?

For how long?

Just go and don't come back.

They are going to kill us.

Not them. Me!

I'm supposed to do it.

Now, do like I told you.

Get out of here.

Start runnin' and keep on runnin'.

Run like you've never run before!

But everything that we have is here!

Will you get out of here, you dumb hunkies?

Get out of here!

But what about you? What will happen?

Beat it! Hold it!

My friend.

Is he dead?

Oh, no!

Come on, Mrs. Tobek, we've got to get out of here fast.

Come on! Oh, no!

Come on. Oh, no!

Get her in the bedroom.

Hold it!

Put your hands up. Slow.

Come on. Won't this go any faster?

All right, Copper, you haven't got a chance!

There's a gun on each side of you, so come on out!

Are you comin' out? Huh?

All right, then. I'm comin' in.

Hold it!

Okay, you've had it! Come on out of there!

Come on out!

Drop it! Drop it!

How is it?

Oh, it's not too bad, Eliot.

Get it taken care of, huh? Yeah.

What about the Tobeks?

Oh, they're inside. So are the guns.

You two all right?

But Mr. Mulloy is dead.

He talked loud and he carried a gun,

but he was not a bad man, Mr. Ness.

We'd better go.

The seizure of 12 sub-machine guns

did not stop the trail of death,

but from the time of the Untouchables' first raid

on the gangland arsenal,

the federal government estimated

there were never more than eight of these guns

in the hands of the entire underworld at any one time.

The Untouchables.