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He's dead.

Believe me, he's dead.

Another frame?

You got a very quick mind.

Nobody'll buy it, Selko.

That's right, nobody.

I'm glad you're worried about me.

You can't just put a gun in my hand

and assume it's a clean frame.

I can't do anything.

My hands are tied.

What can I do?

You work in the gutter, Selko, right down in the mud.

That's where you belong.

That's right, I work in the gutter.

That's where I belong; I belong in the gutter.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Murray Hamilton, Ned Glass,

and Vincent Gardenia.

With special guest star Peter Falk.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In the summer of 1934,

a new gambling device swept across the country...

A mild-looking game of chance

which anybody could play and everybody did play,

a nickel-and-dime game that looked like small-time stuff.

In one year, the mild-looking punchboards grew bigger

than the numbers racket.

The take in Chicago alone rose to $70 million.

Federal officers!

Because of Eliot Ness' raids

on punchboard manufacturing sites,

the citywide profit on the boards dropped a sizable 15%.

But Ness wanted the men on top.

There were five men who ran the punchboard syndicate.

Their headquarters was an old building

down by the freight yards.

The five top men represented the five major cities

controlled by the syndicate.

At the head was Chicago, then Cincinnati,

St. Louis, Detroit, and New York.

With this raid, business in four cities is down 22%.

Why 22%?

I'll tell you why.

In two words:

Eliot Ness.

In St. Louis alone,

three raids in ten days.

210,000 punchboards up in smoke.

Eliot Ness.

In Detroit, six collectors were picked up.

And it's beginning to hurt.

What do you got to say, Max?

In New York, we're not losing so much business.

Maybe that's because we got ourselves, uh,

somebody who knows how to take care of things.

Uh, a whatchamacallit... uh... uh, uh, a troubleshooter.

If money has to go to the right places, hmm?

Police, judge, maybe the legislature...

We got Nate Selko.

Anything to do with city hall, maybe higher...

we got Nate Selko

to take care of it for us.

How much higher?

Pikers we ain't.

We could try all the way, Joe.

Tell us what you got in mind.

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Petrie,

you got a special kind of problem,

and it's going to require a special kind of solution.

Now, it ain't gonna be easy

and it's not gonna happen... Oh, thanks.

Like I was saying,

it's not gonna happen overnight, you know.

I mean, a guy says go fix Eliot Ness,

well, uh, you know, go steal a subway.

Max, you're a tough man.

You come up with some beauties for me,

but look, we'll find a way.

Now... here's where I want to start.

I gotta get to know the man.

I gotta spend some time with him.

I want to talk to him.

I want to maybe invite him to a family restaurant,

maybe there's a private room, and maybe I'm saying...

Look... Mr. Ness,

I'm not talking about guys that are moving narcotics.

I'm not talking about extortion.

I'm not talking about these gorillas

going to a legitimate man... He works hard 9:00 to 5:00...

Put the squeeze on him.

These are bad boys.

These boys got to be put away.

They're monsters.

And you're doing great work in that field

because I read about it all the time,

but as far as the punchboard is concerned, I got a motto...

Listen, "live and let live."

What can be bad?

Hey, maybe I should order you something else to drink?

I told you I didn't want anything.

Everybody wants something.

Now... as far as the punchboards are concerned,

live and let live because, seriously, who do they hurt?

Who does a punchboard hurt?

Everybody plays it.

You know, the old ladies... They love 'em.

They can't wait, they're punching away.

And I'll tell you something else...

You take the average guy in the street...

You know he don't make much. What has he got?

For a nickel, maybe he wins five dollars.

For a nickel, he has some fun.

For a nickel, who knows?

Maybe he wins the grand prize.

That's his hope.

What do you want to do, you want to take that away?

How much?

$500,000.

That's a Swiss bank.

Nobody knows you got the money.

You know, I figured it out.

At, uh, at your salary,

it would take you 183 years to get that,

and I'll tell you something else, Mr. Ness...

Don't say another word.

During the weeks that followed,

the Untouchables hit the punchboard manufacturers

and collectors again and again,

trying to find some clue to the organization behind the racket,

looking for any slim lead toward the top.

Ness speaking.

Hello, Eliot. Lee.

I'm in a neighborhood bar.

There are plenty of punchboards,

but the man in charge here doesn't seem to remember

what the distributor looked like.

All right, Lee, knock off for tonight.

You can confiscate the stuff in the morning.

Everybody else has been home a half hour.

You still have the daily to do?

I just typed it up.

I'll mail it to Washington on the way home.

Big report on nothing.

Good night, Lee.

Good night.

Hello. Ness.

Eliot Ness?

Yes.

Listen carefully.

I'm only going to say this once.

If you want to pick up a collector for the punchboards,

go to the back of the candy store at 1812 West Grand.

1812 West Grand.

There's an alley in the back.

He'll be coming out about 8:00.

Watch out.

He carries a gun.

Now we are going to see who is the champion.

Call an ambulance, please?

Why did you shoot? I...

I told you I didn't have a gun.

I'm a federal officer.

I was making an arrest.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

Hi, Eliot, have you got a minute?

Sure thing, Tim.

Make it 30 seconds, eh? Okay.

Can I get your personal version of this shooting?

What shooting?

Last night.

This collector for the punchboards.

The way we got the story,

we heard the man didn't have a gun.

Wait a minute, there's no story there.

Eliot, we hear the man didn't have a gun.

Now, some of the papers are going to play this up big.

I thought if we got your story,

we could at least tell your side of it.

No comment.

Morning, Eliot.

Good morning, Eliot.

I made an arrest last night.

His name is Rick Landy, a collector for the punchboards.

I want you to know what happened.

I got a phone tip this man would be in an alley

behind a candy store at 1812 West Grand Street.

I was warned he was armed.

I went in the alley, saw him,

said I was a federal officer, told him to surrender.

He fired twice; I returned the fire.

And I couldn't find the gun he used.

He claims he was unarmed.

The newspapers are going to play this up.

I thought you ought to know.

Okay, let's get to work.

Ness speaking.

Yes, Beecher, 12:00 in your office.

Right.

Right.

I'm gonna check the files on this Landy,

then I'm going to the Federal Building.

Be back about 3:00.

Right.

They've got him on the carpet already.

He won't be there long.

You heard what happened.

Yeah, but how can he prove it without the gun?

Selko.

How are you?

I was just in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd drop in and say hello.

It's a nice shop.

You know what this reminds me of?

Hey, Al, remember back home... Chi Chi the barber?

Yeah, yeah.

We had this barber back home...

So he's tight; he don't want to spend any money,

so he's always screaming:

"We got to investigate the gas company because..."

Selko. What?

What do you want?

Hey... how'd you know I wanted something?

Come on, come on.

I just wanted to talk to you, Jake.

I wanted you and me... I didn't want the other guys around.

What is it? Well, it's not too big.

Like what?

Well, you know at the conference table,

you got five chairs. Mm-hmm.

Why don't you make it six?

Six?

Yeah, I don't like sitting in the back.

I want to be over there in the front.

You know, Selko,

for a classy operator, you're pretty pushy.

Let me ask you this, Jake:

Did anybody ever get anywhere without pushing?

Now, let me ask you this:

Does anybody know that any better than you?

To sit at that table, Selko,

you got to do something pretty big.

I know that, Jake.

So?

Al?

Well, now, that's pretty big, ain't it, Jake?

18 hours after Eliot Ness had entered the alley

back of the candy store,

his name was on the front page of every newspaper in Chicago.

The charge was grave

and damaging to the prestige of the Untouchables.

Enrico Rossi and Lee Hobson searched the alley

for almost an hour, but there was no gun

to be found.

It's his collection slip.

He must have dumped it when he saw Eliot.

Yeah.

Sam?

Now, your store was the last collection point

on this man's route, wasn't it?

Like I told you before, they bring the punchboards,

they take away a few dollars.

Nobody wants the boards in his store,

but... who is big enough to fight?

You saw the collector leave your store.

Then you heard the shots.

Now, we're going to ask you again.

Please try to remember.

It's very important.

How many shots?

Oh, please, mister.

Who counts at a time like that?

Now think hard.

Were there three shots?

We'll probably want to talk to you again, Sam.

You're not going out of town, are you?

Where is there to go?

Okay, Sam, that was just right.

Now just keep doing like you was told,

and we won't have any trouble... see?

At 12:00 that day, Eliot Ness Ness met

with Federal District Attorney Beecher Asbury.

Thank you, Ned.

I've asked him to stay and hear this.

You know my assistant, Eliot.

Hi, Ned. Eliot.

Now, there's no question in my mind

about what you said concerning the shooting, but I...

Sit down, Eliot.

I like to be sure of everything.

Now this-this man you wounded, uh, Rick Landy...

Have you checked him?

Yes.

The only record he's got is vagrancy and petty theft.

He's a nobody.

I can't figure it, except that,

of course, it's some kind of frame-up.

He is a nobody,

yet he obviously was a collector for the punchboards.

Beecher, will you give me time to try to unwind this?

Of course I will.

There is one question

I'd like you to answer, if you can.

We got a call from the city desk

of one of the newspapers.

They say they have reliable information

that this collector was carrying $15,000 in cash.

What happened to the money, Eliot?

What happened to the money, Mr. Ness?

I end the whole piece with that one sentence.

How does it sound?

Yeah... Yeah, maybe you're right.

Just make it: "What happened to the money,"

and leave out "Mr. Ness."

Otherwise, uh, how about it?

It's okay, huh?

Yeah, well, you're the boss.

That's right, Harry, and don't you ever forget it.

What time does the next edition come out?

Very good.

You're doing very good.

I'll be in touch.

That was Harry Danigan.

There's gonna be another piece in tonight's edition,

so everything's going along good.

I'll tell you, Jake, I got one more idea...

Keep your ideas!

I want to know why he's sitting up here.

Whose idea is this?

My idea, Max.

I figure he deserved it.

So, stop figuring!

He works for me.

I brought him up from New York,

and when I don't need him, I'll send him back.

We're having a little meeting here, Nate.

You wait in the office.

You hear me, Nate?

What are you trying to do?!

Vote!

Okay. We'll vote.

In the matter of giving Nate Selko a place at the table.

All in favor.

The chair votes yes.

Opposed?

Carried.

Nate... sit down.

Next order of business.

This Rick Landy...

We don't want no trouble from him.

Rick who?

Landy.

Unarmed man shot by federal agent.

I didn't know he had a name.

Something's gotta be done about him.

Uh, Jake?

Yeah?

Uh... I'm already working on that pretty good.

Oh.

Okay... but the next time, you tell me first.

Yeah, sure, next time I'm gonna tell ya.

The matter of Rick Landy is being worked on.

Rick Landy.

We'd like to see him, please.

Landy... Oh, I'm sorry.

He's just returned from surgery.

He's probably not out of the anesthetic yet.

How long do you think it'll be?

Oh, at least an hour.

You can wait, if you like.

No, thank you.

We'll be back.

You better tell Mr. Landy's friend to go now.

A couple of federal officers were out there

talking to the nurse.

Uh... Relax.

The old man says we better blow.

The feds are here.

Oh, this guy's in bad shape.

There's no telling what he's liable to say.

That wouldn't be good, would it?

Oh, Mr. Selko.

I... I only wanted to get the 50 bucks.

I went out the back door

of the candy store, just like you told me.

I give the fella the envelope, and..

And he fired on me.

I didn't even have a gun,

and he fired on me.

Yeah?

I want to talk to you, Danigan.

So talk. I'm listening.

You listen with your eyes open.

Ness.

Eliot Ness.

Well, excuse me, Eliot Ness.

I didn't know I had federal company.

How about a drink?

What are you trying to do to me in your paper?

Huh?

You're out to get me. Why?

Who says I'm out to get you?

Newspaperman's duty to report the facts.

That's all.

Just-Just facts.

Bare, honest truth.

Duty to the public.

You threatening me, Ness?

I'm asking you a straight question.

'Cause if you're threatening me, you're wasting your time.

Where'd you get that story you printed?

I got it firsthand.

From the man you shot... Rick Landy.

Said he...

said he didn't have a gun, and you opened up on him.

That's a lie.

We don't print lies!

It cost too much money.

The whole thing's a frame-up, and you know it.

Ness... are you here on official business?

Well, then, get out!

Yeah, this is Danigan.

Okay.

I got it.

You're gonna have a tough time proving

it's a frame, Ness.

Man Shot by Federal Officer...

Dies in City Hospital.

This is Danigan, City Room..

Save space on page one.

Yeah, two columns.

It's important.

And now, back to The Untouchables.

Hand grenade? Maybe.

They had three witnesses who knew it was a frame-up.

One gone, now they try to get rid of these two.

The old men wouldn't talk when you were here, would they?

No, but I think they wanted to.

See if you can find some more of that.

It may be an army grenade.

Doesn't look homemade.

Eliot?

Rossman just got back from the hospital.

Both men are dead.

One of them had a wife,

and Rossman went over to tell her.

Either of them say anything?

No, they never regained consciousness.

They must've known what happened the other night.

That's why they were put out of the way.

Three witnesses dead.

Who's next?

For the week of June 15 to June 22,

$61,300 receipts.

Paid out for collectors for making up the boards,

for protection... That's a lie!

Receipts are $66,000 for that week.

Sixty-six.

Where's the other five, Max?

Well, where, Jake?

In your pocket.

That's where.

Five G's every week,

off the top, into Max Regal's pocket.

But, Jake, look for yourself.

Here are all the figures in black-and-white.

Paid out for collect... Five G's every week, off the top.

And you know where you got it, Max?

In the Hudson National Bank in New York.

Jake, how are you going to argue with the figures?

They're all here in black-and-white.

I got it all added up.

Nate, what are you sitting there like a dummy?

Tell him he's got it all wrong!

Jake, what can I say?

I... I know the man for years.

I...

Where's your proof?

I want a hearing right now, Jake.

We've already had it, Max.

Before you came.

Get out, Max...

while you're still in one piece.

Now!

Meeting's adjourned.

Thanks for the tip, Nate.

You know...

I thought he'd put up much more of a fight.

So, what are you going to do, Jake?

You can't get around the truth.

You know...

I never would have thought of checking up on him.

I know, I know.

Look, that's the thing, see?

From now on,

you're taking over the New York chair.

Thanks, Jake.

After Ness is out of the way.

Oh, yeah, that's number one.

That's what we got to do.

That's, uh...

that's the first order of business.

All right, this is a bedroom behind the candy store.

This is a window.

Ness speaking.

Thanks. Put it in a safe place.

I'll be down later.

Right.

The lab.

There was definitely a powder burn on the curtain.

Somebody fired through that bedroom window.

Well, it would work, wouldn't it?

Why not?

I'm coming up the alley here.

Landy's coming out of the back

of the candy store here.

I call out to him.

Before he can open his mouth, somebody right behind him,

shooting through this window, fires at me.

So it had to look like Landy was firing at you.

Right.

That's why we didn't find the gun.

That's why the newspapers were right.

Landy was an unarmed man.

You got to hand it to someone.

It was an almost airtight scheme.

Wonder if Beecher can see me this afternoon.

You going to show him that?

It's the only thing I've got on my side of the case.

Well, good luck.

Think I'll need it?

I didn't mean it that way.

We all know nobody's fairer than Beecher,

but, uh, well, it's still just a... a theory, Eliot.

Eliot Ness had a two-hour meeting

with Federal District Attorney Asbury

and his assistant.

The results of that meeting were public property

when the evening papers hit the street.

Transferred to Des Moines, Iowa.

How do you like that, Nate?

Well, that's pretty good, Harry.

You done pretty good over here. Pretty good?

The guy's washed up, finished.

Well, maybe, maybe.

That, we don't know.

He's all through, Nate.

I want the rest of the money.

Rest of the money?

What's the matter with you, Harry, you crazy?

I gave you $5,000 a couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, yeah, I want the other five now.

What, you mean tonight? Why not?

You can get it... bring it to my apartment.

Hey, I'll tell you, Harry, you got to go easy with the liquor

because it's making you a little pushy.

Look, Nate...

you don't talk to me like that anymore.

I got a byline for those stories.

My name's on page one, too.

I'm somebody in this town.

What are you getting so excited for

right here in the middle of the street, Harry?

I'm going to take care of you.

Here.

Here's $100 to tide you over.

Don't kid with me, Nate.

You owe me a lot more than that, and you know it.

Well, take the hundred as a down payment.

I mean it, Nate.

You can bring the five grand to my apartment.

Look, Harry, will you take the hundred

and go out and have yourself a good time?

You know, you drink yourself dizzy, you enjoy yourself.

There's an apple stand right over there.

Have fun. I don't need your lousy handouts.

Like I was telling you, Nate,

I'm somebody in this town.

He's somebody, all right.

There's somebody.

That man is somebody.

There's too many drunks on the street, Al.

Do you hear me?

One too many.

♪ ♪

What do you want?

Don't know.

Didn't expect to see Eliot Ness

in a joint like this.

So, now you see him.

Let me buy you a drink.

Why?

Hey, Gus.

What are you having?

Anything.

Hey, Gus, two from my bottle.

Mind if I sit down?

I don't own the place.

I'm sorry about that, Ness.

Yeah, I bet you are.

Have to write what I think is the truth.

I'll remember that out in Iowa.

Yeah.

Good trip anyway.

You know something?

What?

I ought to give you a good working-over

before I leave town.

Why?

Public duty to Chicago.

Drink up, Ness.

At your newspaper office at high noon.

Danigan.

Yeah?

You're a grade-A louse.

Where can we talk in private?

What? Private, private.

You and me before I go.

I got a little proposition.

Like giving me a going-over?

Hey, Danigan...

I take it back.

You're all right, Danigan.

You're all right.

Make it Harry.

You're all right, Harry.

You're a louse, but you're an all right louse.

Hey, listen, listen.

Where can we talk, huh?

Where can we talk?

When?

Anytime, anytime.

Let me think it over, Ness.

Make it Eliot, huh?

Huh?

Okay.

Let me think it over, Eliot.

You, uh... you call me at my apartment.

I'm in the book.

All right...

You call me.

I will.

I'll call you, I'll call you.

Hiya, Harry.

What's your hurry?

I got an appointment.

You want to take a drive, mister,

you take it by yourself.

All right, move out of here.

Belongs to Nate Selko, doesn't he?

Yeah, yeah, it's a rough crowd.

Not when you got muscle on your side.

Still want to talk?

Sure.

My apartment.

Selfridge.

Wednesday night, 10:00.

10:00.

You still carry a gun?

Sure.

Bring it.

While Eliot Ness was working on a plan of his own,

the Untouchables, led by Agent Hobson,

found one of the key supply points for the punchboards.

All right, hold it, this is a raid!

Don't move!

All right, move out.

Destroy this stuff.

The toy warehouse yielded more than punchboards.

A check of local banks showed that the owner was Jake Petrie,

apparently a prominent businessman.

Within an hour, the Untouchables

arrived at Petrie's fashionable hotel,

only to find that the metropolitan police

had just picked up Petrie on an extradition writ

from the state of California. The charge:

Murder.

Well, that's a tough rap to beat.

That's a tough rap to beat anyplace,

and whether he beats it or not,

he's still gonna be away for a long time.

So, while Joe's away,

I figure somebody's gotta take over.

And I figure it's gonna be me.

Supposing we figure different.

You won't.

Wait a minute... what gives you the right?

My head gives me the right.

My brains give me the right!

What I got up here gives me the right,

'cause I'm not stupid!

I'm not stupid like all you guys!

What was your biggest headache over here?

This guy Ness had you crazy, had you rocking over here.

Two weeks it took me!

In two weeks, I had that bum out in Des Moines!

And I'll tell you something else!

In another two weeks, I'll have

every punchboard operation in the country wrapped up.

You know why? 'Cause I got brains.

That's why!

Let's vote.

What's to vote?

Vote.

You wanna vote?

We'll vote.

Al, come over here.

Take out that cannon.

Now we're gonna vote.

Al, you count.

You see, it takes some brains.

Now, from now on, what I say goes

and what I say don't go.

I call all the shots.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Now, don't make me mad no more!

Please, boys, I'm telling you, stay in line!

Just stay in line. Don't get out of line.

I got all the muscle.

I got every cannon in the business.

I got Al; I got all the boys.

A lot of boys are gonna get hurt.

You stick with me, you'll make more money

you ever made in your life.

Now, you understand what I'm saying?

Is it clear, huh?

Huh?

Huh?

All right, now we can do the voting.

Um...

All in favor of Nate Selko for the chairman, raise their hand.

All right, Nate Selko's the new chairman.

We got some new business.

We'll take that up at the regular meeting tonight.

Now it's adjourned.

As Nate Selko completed

his takeover of the punchboard syndicate,

Eliot Ness made a quiet stop at the Seventh Avenue El station.

His reason: To contact the special agent

from the Federal District Attorney's Office.

The contact of Eliot Ness

and the special agent preceded by one hour a follow-up

by Untouchables Hobson and Rossi

at the offices of the metropolitan phone exchange.

I don't understand.

Why would anybody want to tip off

the Los Angeles Police on Jake Petrie

when the punchboard thing was going so good for him?

Maybe it was just bad luck.

No, I think somebody wanted him out of the way.

Here we are.

The call was received

by the Los Angeles Police Department

at, uh, Michigan 5211

at 4:06 p.m. Chicago time,

and the call came from, uh,

the Beechwood Hotel on State Street in Chicago.

Wonderful. Thanks a lot.

This toll ticket may pay off big

if we find out who made that call.

Yeah, what is it?

What's on your mind, Harry?

You remember the discussion we had on the street?

We mentioned a sum.

I think it was five...

What's on your mind, Harry?

Double it, Selko.

Two times five is 10.

Oh, you want $10,000, huh?

All right, uh, I'll tell you what, Harry.

I'll meet you at your apartment tonight at 10:30.

Yeah.

Oh, you done a good job, I understand.

You probably deserve it. We'll talk about it.

Yeah.

Wait a minute here, this guy...

This guy wouldn't threaten a sick cat, and all of a sudden...

He wouldn't do this unless he had a gun at his side.

Ness's gun.

And you don't know Nate Selko?

I never heard of him.

You mean you had nothing to do with the punchboards, Jake?

Punchboards?

What punchboards?

The ones that were made at the toy factory on River Street.

We raided the place the morning you were picked up.

Oh, now, look...

the place on River Street is leased by me to...

to other parties.

Now if they make punchboards there,

I can't help it.

And, uh, you don't know this Selko?

No.

Now, look, if I can help you, I'd like to.

I don't understand, Jake.

Selko's the guy who tipped off the California police about you.

I never heard of Nate Selko.

Well, he called the Los Angeles police

from the Hotel Beechwood, right here in Chicago.

Here's the toll slip we got from the phone company.

Now, why would this Nate Selko

want Jake out of the way?

Is Selko on top of the punchboards now, Jake?

Selko ain't on top of anything!

Well, with you out of the way, somebody's gotta take over.

And you think that I'm out of the way?

No, Nate Selko does.

Yeah? Yeah.

He slipped it to you pretty good, didn't he, Jake?

You gotta hand it to him.

Oh, I'll hand it to him.

I'll hand it to him so good

that he'll spend the rest of his days in the can.

Can you make it stick, Jake?

Call the stenographer.

You want an affidavit?

I'll give you an affidavit that'll blow the punchboards,

Nate Selko, and everything sky high.

Call the stenographer.

I'll tell you about Nate Selko.

He's dead.

Believe me, he's dead.

Another frame?

You got a very quick mind.

Nobody'll buy it, Selko.

That's right, nobody.

I'm glad you're worried about me.

Can't just put a gun in my hand

and assume it's a clean frame.

I can't do anything.

My hands are tied.

What can I do?

I can't rap you on the head and pour the liquor on you.

Everybody knows you liked the guy

because he was so nice to you in the newspaper.

What can I do, huh?

I can't do a thing because I'm stupid.

For once in your life, you're right, Selko.

You're peanuts.

By the time Capone was your age,

he owned half of Chicago.

That's right. Well, good for Al.

He had errand boys with more savvy than you.

That's right.

Frames, bribes.

You work in the gutter, Selko, right down in the mud.

That's where you belong.

That's right, I work in the gutter.

That's where I belong, I belong in the gutter.

What's the matter, you don't like Swiss banks?

What's the matter, you don't like it when I buy you a drink?

You like to slap people around though, don't you?

You like to grab them by the collar, push them around!

You like that, don't you?

You're a cheap cop!

You spend your time chasing punchboards

and you ain't got enough brains in your head

to pick up a half a million bucks when it's in your face!

Half a million put up by a two-bit punk.

I should've put you away then!

Hey, boys, it's me, Nate!

Get ready! Selko!

Come on up, Selko.

We're having an open meeting without you.

A little meeting... Just me and the feds.

You pushed pretty good, didn't you, Selko?

You pushed yourself right to the top!

Well, look around you, Selko.

How does the top look from down there?!

The boys... where are the boys?

The boys are supposed to be here.

They didn't quite make it, Selko.

And do you know why?

Because I told the feds everything!

You shouldn't have done that, Jake.

You through running, Nate?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm through.

I'm through.

With the defection of Jake Petrie,

and the capture of Selko,

the punchboard empire collapsed.

The remaining members of the syndicate

were picked up that night.

Jake Petrie was returned to California,

where he went to prison for life.

Nate Selko, who had fought for a chair

on the punchboard syndicate,

ended up with another chair, at Joliet.

And in Chicago,

Eliot Ness remained in charge of the Untouchables.

The Untouchables.