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Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Bruce Gordon and Don Gordon.

With special guest star Martin Balsam.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

August 28, 1933... -15 p.m.

Acting on an anonymous tip,

Eliot Ness and the Untouchables,

aided by plainclothesmen from the Chicago police,

were staked out on an amusement pier

along the Chicago lakefront.

She's a-gonna do it now.

Weeks of intensive investigation

had convinced Ness that Alexander Raeder...

Former European circus impresario

and present owner of the giant Raeder Amusement Pier...

Was the source of the narcotics

which had begun to flood the city.

Ness' information stated

that Raeder was delivering

to an unidentified syndicate contact

a shipment of pure heroin worth a half a million dollars.

Place of transaction... the Tunnel of Horrors.

They here yet?

No.

They'll be along any minute.

You know where to send them.

Yeah, I know where to send 'em.

Well, there's one fish in the net.

I'd feel easier if we knew what the other fish looked like.

We're in trouble.

What is it?

Arnold Justin.

Justin? I thought he handled graft for Frank Nitti.

Maybe he's been promoted.

You think he's the man we're after?

If he is we can say good-bye to this stakeout right now.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Here she is, the Sultan's favorite...

Teresa!

Justin's on the midway with Marty Maddern.

We saw them.

Shall I pull the men out?

It's too late.

But he'll spot us.

If the tip's on the level, we may

still get Raeder and the heroin.

Raeder's boat is back.

It's empty.

Raeder's waiting.

Better hold on a minute.

Let these people go first.

You're next. That's it.

What's the matter?

I'm calling it off.

Take a look behind me at the dart game.

So?

Coats, knucklehead.

About a dozen guys wearing coats that cover their guns.

There're cops all over the place.

Relax, will you?

It's easy for you to talk.

I'm a three-time loser.

Wait.

Look out!

Where's Raeder?

In the generator room. Why?

Tell him to get out of there.

There're cops all over the place.

What's all the excitement about?

Hold him.

The place is lousy with cops.

Get this stuff out of here.

Federal officers. Open up.

Hold it.

Did you get him?

I don't know.

I'm pretty sure of one thing... He's got the heroin.

Now look, Raeder, we know you supply dope to the Syndicate.

If you cooperate with us

we could make it a lot easier for you.

I'm sure you could.

Two men were killed on your property tonight.

They both had long criminal records.

Since when has an employer been responsible

for the background of his employees?

We know you were on that pier tonight to deliver

a half a million dollars worth of heroin to Arnold Justin.

Really?

Then I suggest you arrest us both

and put an end to this nonsense.

All right, Raeder, you can go.

I'm free? Don't leave town.

We may want to ask you some more questions.

Nice guy.

He can afford to be arrogant.

Without the heroin we've got nothing on him, and he knows it.

You want to see Justin now?

Yeah. Take a break. If I need you, I'll call.

Make your mouth water, Ness?

Lee, close the door.

Well?

Half a million dollars.

That's a lot of money.

Well, what's the matter? My success going to your head?

Nitti took a big chance.

I wouldn't trust you with the time of day.

You see this, Ness?

This cost $185.

It's from Switzerland.

How much does yours cost?

You've got an explanation for this?

Naturally. Let's hear it.

I represent a group of men who wanna buy Raeder's Pier.

He's asking for too much money,

so my client felt that the sight of all this cash

might mellow him a little.

You're a liar.

Well, of course I am...

but you can't prove it.

That's where we separate the men from the boys

every time, isn't it?

I said two years ago, Justin,

I was going to hang you out to dry.

I haven't forgotten.

You've always been shaken up about me, haven't you, Ness?

You know why?

'Cause you're scared.

Deep down you know you're no different than I am.

Tough to be a cop, isn't it, Ness?

Right now you want to hit me so bad you can taste it, can't you?

For once in your life, you're right.

Well, come on, come on, take a swing.

Go ahead, indulge yourself.

I'll have you off the force in a week.

You know all the rules, don't you, Justin?

And you should, you learned them in police academy,

only you never bothered to live by them.

That's a lousy lie.

I was a much better cop than you'll ever be.

For 18 years I didn't take a nickel.

But you're not gonna last that long.

You're too ambitious.

When you get sick of wearing $20 suits,

and eating two-bit dinners,

and risking your life for 30 bucks a week like I did,

then you come and see me.

And maybe then I can use a man like you, maybe.

Get out.

I just got a report from the lake, Eliot.

They dragged every inch of water

within a quarter mile of that pier.

If the body was there, they're sure they would have found it.

Have 'em drag it again.

Call Johnson. I want every man he can spare.

I want every inch of that shoreline combed.

Check the boats, the docks, the beach cottages, everything.

Don't let it get under your skin, Eliot.

When you're finished get out an "all-points" on Selkirk.

Put his description on the newscasts.

I want him and I want that heroin, and I want Justin.

At 11:27 p.m., two hours and 14 minutes

after Ness' raid on the Tunnel of Horrors,

a bulletin went out to all units in the Chicago area,

to be on the lookout for a fugitive.

Yes?

I need help.

Look, you've made a mistake.

I'm no medical doctor.

I'm a vet.

What's the difference? Look, I-I'm bleeding.

I'm not licensed to...

Look, there's an MD down the street.

I'm sure that he... He didn't answer his bell.

Now, look, I need help.

And I need it now!

This way.

Bullet wound.

Yeah, my kid brother, he was playing around with a rifle.

And my name's President Roosevelt.

Now, look! Don't worry.

As long as I'm up, I'll fix it.

The bullet missed the bone, you're lucky.

My regular patients have the decency

to call during office hours.

They make a lot of noise, but they don't complain much.

Look, cut the chatter, will you? I'm in a hurry.

There's a lot of mud in the wound

that's gotta be cleaned out.

What are you gonna do with that thing?

I gotta give you a shot.

You ain't putting no needles in me.

The bullet's still in your arm.

It's gotta come out!

So, take it out.

Without anesthetic?

Without nothing.

It'll be painful.

Now, look, mister, you do what I tell you to.

All right.

Uh, it'll only take a minute, but I have to sterilize these.

I want the police.

I said I want the police quickly!

Hello, police?

In the council room above the Montmartre Cafe,

Frank Nitti, heir to the Capone empire,

awaited the return of Arnold Justin.

He was two hours overdue.

Two hours.

Go call him again.

Frank, I called five times already.

He don't answer.

Call him.

Sure, Frank, sure.

Maybe they got hijacked.

With Justin along?

Justin...

With the rest of you, he's a genius.

With me, he's a cop.

And sending money by cop

is like sending lettuce by rabbit.

I'll give even money Maddern is dead and Justin is still going.

You're only half right, Weisman.

Maddern is dead.

But the rabbit is back.

What happened?

Somebody blew the whistle.

Ness' men were all over the place.

Where's the shipment?

Raeder says he gave it to Monk.

Monk got gunned. By Ness?

I don't know.

I do know that Ness doesn't have the heroin

or I wouldn't be here.

Then who has got it?

Well, I can't be sure.

I sent some kid named Selkirk over to warn Raeder.

My guess is that he went into the lake with it.

Maybe he's still swimming.

Are you telling me some cheap punk you don't even know

is running around with half a million dollars

worth of heroin that belongs to me?!

It don't exactly belong to you, Frank.

I couldn't get close enough to Raeder to make the pickup.

That stuff belonged to me when you

walked out of here with this dough.

Whatever you say, Frank.

I say I got commitments.

I got to deliver.

In distribution, that stuff represents

12 million bucks.

I want it back!

The kid might be dead.

They're dragging the lake for his body right now.

If he isn't dead, every cop in Chicago

is gonna be out looking for him.

You're a cop.

You look, too.

We found footprints in the mud,

so we figure he came out of the lake over there.

And those smudges on the cement are blood.

So, you did hit him.

The lab boys are sure

that the crystals on the floor are heroin.

He can't be hurt very badly if he hung on to that package

and swam all the way over here.

You check the rest of the drain?

No, not yet.

See if you can locate where he got out.

He'll probably head for a doctor.

If we move fast we may be able to pick him up. Right.

What's the matter with you people?

It's 3:00 in the morning!

Johnny Selkirk.

He ain't home.

He ain't been home since this morning. How do you know?

How do I know?

I know because the cops

woke me up three times already, that's how I know.

Anything else?

No, thanks.

Don't forget to shut the door.

Well, your hunch was right, Eliot.

Only we got here a little late.

How long has he been dead?

Less than a half hour.

Couldn't your men have gotten here sooner?

It took time to discover

where Selkirk got out of the storm drain.

We checked four MD's before we decided to try here.

Sorry, Jim.

That's one I owe you.

I've never seen him like this before.

What's eating him?

A cop he used to work with, a crooked cop.

I hope you don't mind.

I was feeling a little rocky.

How did you find out where I live?

I checked that even before I tipped off

Ness about the meeting.

Yeah, you see, I knew Raeder had this shipment

here marked for Nitti.

And I figured Nitti wouldn't send nobody

to make the pickup but you.

You planned this whole thing?

Yeah, that's right.

And it went just like I figured,

except, uh... I didn't count on this.

Supposing I hadn't spotted the stakeout?

Oh, I had faith in you, Justin.

But just in case you goofed, why, uh,

I was ready to give you a little tip-off.

But like it turned out, you didn't need it.

Who fixed your arm?

Oh, a vet.

I suppose you know that half of Chicago is out looking for you.

So what? I mean, so what? So let them find me.

Nobody saw me shoot Monk.

As a matter of fact, nobody can prove

I was the guy that dove out that window.

The vet can. You came in with wet clothes

and he took the Feds' bullet out of your arm.

No, no, no, no, the vet's dead.

The bullet's here.

And I didn't leave any fingerprints.

Now, how about that?

What are you coming to me for?

Why don't you go back to Raeder?

Oh, no, no, no. I worked for Raeder.

He's liable to pat me on the head, you know, say "nice work."

I figure you'd be a little more generous.

Oh, where's the stuff?

It's safe.

Now, suppose I decide to

make you tell me where it is.

Go ahead, try.

Go on, give it a try.

Okay.

What's the deal?

My cash terms are a little shorter than Raeder's.

With me there are a few conditions.

Oh, such as?

Well...

you hide me here until the heat's off, hmm?

I see.

And second?

Second...

You kill Raeder.

Kill Raeder?

Is that all? No, no.

One more thing.

Then you get me out of the country.

Oh, I do?

That's very simple.

Now, what makes you think I'm gonna buy?

A quarter of a million dollar payoff.

Yeah, that's right, Justin, you and me.

We split a half a million dollars right down the middle.

Now Nitti, he don't care as long as he gets the stuff, hmm?

And Raeder, he's gonna be dead so he won't be a problem.

And Ness, of course, is out picking daisies

while I put you on the Île de France, huh?

Well, those are the risks we gotta take.

You know, Justin, they tell me you were a pretty smart cop.

Now, I figure anybody can pull the rug out

from under Ness, it's gotta be you.

That part of it might be a pleasure.

A pleasure with a quarter of a million dollar payoff.

All right, I'll buy it.

I'll hide you, I'll get you out of the country.

But I don't kill Raeder.

Oh, no.

No deal, no, no.

I wanna enjoy that 250 grand.

I don't wanna be looking over my shoulder the rest of my life.

The toughest rap in the world to beat is homicide.

Well, like they say...

"You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs."

And now, back to...

In the 48 hours following

the discovery of Dr. Olsen's body,

the Untouchables and the police

embarked upon one of the most exhaustive manhunts

in the history of the city.

No clue to the whereabouts of John Selkirk,

nor the heroin he was believed to possess, was discovered.

All right, we can't find Selkirk,

we can't find the dope.

At least we're pretty sure Selkirk's got it.

If he's smart he'll sit on it until the heat's off.

He could wait a week, a month, a year if necessary before he

tries to peddle it. Only if Nitti can make up

the loss from other sources. If he can't, he'll move

heaven and earth to get that shipment back.

So, it's up to us to cut off his other sources.

That's a big job.

It'd be impossible to cut him off permanently, but...

two weeks, maybe as much as three,

I think it might be done. But how?

Up to now we've concentrated on the big operators,

the importers and distributors.

From now on we'll hit 'em at street level.

We'll grab every bindle of dope we can get our hands on.

We'll work on junkies and find their pushers.

We'll hit the little sources,

the ones we never bothered with before.

We'll make this town red hot for anybody involved in dope.

Let's move!

600 arrests!

There ain't a pusher or a source left in this town!

Is Justin here yet?

Yeah, he's waitin' outside. Send him in.

Sully picked up a couple of ounces this morning.

A couple of ounces.

I need 15 or 20 pounds, and I need it now!

Don't bother to sit, Justin,

you ain't gonna be here that long.

In fact you ain't gonna be here at all

unless you don't come up with some answers.

Like that, for instance! I read it.

You're supposed to be the payoff man. What's happened?

You can't even buy a lousy lollipop in this town

without getting arrested!

This is Ness's work, Frank.

You can't buy the Feds.

If it makes you any happier,

they can't keep it up much longer.

They don't have the manpower.

They don't have to keep it up.

They're killing us already.

The junkies in this town are climbing the walls.

The price of a fix is up 200%, and we can't even make a nickel.

Now look, Frank... Don't talk.

You listen.

Ten days ago I sent you out to look for Selkirk.

I ain't heard nothing since

and my patience is growing short.

So, I'm giving you another suggestion.

I want that shipment I paid for

on my desk in 48 hours... or you're dead!

Can I talk now?

Talk.

What you just asked for is exactly what Ness wants.

Why do you think he's putting the pressure on?

Because he can't find Selkirk and he can't find the junk.

And he figures if he squeezed a little harder

you'll find both for him.

It's a trap and you're asking me to walk right into it.

Then you spring the trap.

That's what I'm paying you for.

48 hours.

Right here on this desk.

Hello, Ness.

It's Rico, Eliot.

Justin left the Montmartre in a hurry.

I figure he had a meeting with Nitti.

Does he know you're tailing him?

Are you kidding?

He knew that from the first five minutes.

When he came out of the Montmartre

he even offered me a ride.

Where are you now?

I'm in front of his house.

He came straight home.

Shall I stay put?

Yes. If he goes out, stick with him.

I'll try.

I told you I'm not gonna do it!

This town is still hot. I'm not gonna do it!

Now you listen to me, you punk!

I've got my head on Nitti's chopping block because of you.

So, from here on out you're gonna listen to what I have to say

or I'll turn you over to the Feds myself!

Who are you kidding?

There's a Fed sitting in a car across the street.

He'll be glad to give you transportation up

to the death house.

Why don't you get off all this, huh?

Get off it! You're not gonna turn me in.

You're not gonna turn anybody in!

You're in this just as deep as I am!

That's where you're wrong, sonny boy.

The most they can pin on me is harboring a fugitive.

I haven't killed anybody and I don't intend to.

Well, you're gonna kill Raeder. You're gonna kill him!

I told you I was having him taken care of.

Someone else is gonna pull the trigger.

All right, who? Who?

That is my business!

Now are you gonna play ball or not?

What about my getaway?

There's a freighter leaving Thursday for Montreal.

You have a job in the engine room

and there's your passport.

When are you gonna get Raeder?

Tonight.

Okay.

Thanks.

10:30.

I'll need about 15 minutes to get to the pier,

another 20 to get rid of Ness's shadow,

about 15 minutes more to get things set up.

I'd say about an hour.

All right, 11:30 I want you to call Ness.

You want me to call...

You heard what I said. Call Ness!

Sure, I call Ness, he recognizes my voice. That's right.

11:30 sharp you call Ness and give him a message.

And I'll write down exactly what you have to say.

Ness.

This is a friend, Mr. Ness.

Ted?

Line five, trace it.

Don't try tracing this call, Mr. Ness.

I'm not gonna be on long enough.

You're looking for a guy by the name of Selkirk

and a shipment of heroin?

Yes.

Well, I don't know about this Selkirk,

but I can tell you where the dope is.

Where?

Where Selkirk buried it...

Under the amusement pier.

That's a pretty big area.

Well, uh... it's on the west side of the pier

at the base of the piling with the "No Bathing" sign.

How do I know this information's on the level?

Well, that's a chance you've got to take.

I was right last time, wasn't I?

Oh, and Mr. Ness, um, you're not the only one

who knows where the stuff is buried.

So, you'd better hurry, you might be too late.

Who is this?

Like I said before... just a friend.

Did you get it?

No luck.

Who was it?

The same voice that tipped us before.

The heroin is supposed to be buried

underneath the amusement pier.

It could be a trap.

Nitti might be figuring if he got rid of you

the pressure will ease off.

There's a quick way to find out.

♪ ♪

I trust you will be brief.

It is stupid and dangerous for us to be seen together.

Well, let's accept the fact

that neither one of us enjoy this.

We have certain things to talk about.

Such as what?

Such as how I'm gonna kill you tonight.

I'm not joking.

Your life is part of Selkirk's price

for the heroin.

You've seen him?

I've had him hidden for over a week.

And you've said nothing?

I had to gain his confidence

before I could find out about the heroin.

So?

So he has the stuff hidden.

I kill you.

I get him out of the country,

and we split the half million after we deliver to Nitti.

Neat?

Very.

Why come to me?

Why not accept his conditions and take the money?

I don't trust double-crossers.

If Selkirk can sell you out, he can sell me out.

Besides, I'm a very careful man.

I draw the line at murder... even yours.

You're soft, Mr. Justin.

If I could get my hands on Selkirk

for just five minutes!

You can, if you're on the level, tonight.

How?

In 15 minutes,

Selkirk will be right underneath this pier.

What for?

To dig up the heroin he buried the night of the raid.

I don't carry a gun.

You take no chances, do you, Mr. Justin?

I want the heroin, Raeder.

When you get it, you bring it down

to the 64th Street Bus Station.

I'll have the money for you.

What's he wearing?

A gray, single-breasted suit and a light colored hat.

Be careful. He's smart.

Give him half a chance,

you'll be the one who gets the bullet.

Less than 30 minutes after receiving the phone call

indicating that the missing heroin

could be found buried beneath the amusement pier,

Ness and Hobson reached the end of the beach road

adjacent to the Tunnel of Horrors.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Except all of a sudden I feel like a target.

I'm sorry, it's all right.

It's all right? What's going on here?

Okay, take it easy. Just take it...

All right, all right, fine. H-How about a little drink, pal?

Come on, come on, how about a little drink, Shh, shh!

Just the two of us? Will you shut up?

Will you shut up?! Come on, lemme have a drink, will you?

Get him out of here! Will you?!

Get him up. Let me go, let me go!

Let me go! Shut up, shut up!

Knock it off. Let me go!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Raeder.

So, it was a trap.

It was a trap, all right,

but not for me. What do you mean?

He fired five shots.

He couldn't have missed me.

Blanks.

Somebody wanted Raeder out of the way real bad.

Yeah, bad enough to set me up as the assassin.

Sand.

Do you think Nitti's behind this?

No, not Nitti.

Nitti's not a devious man.

If he wanted Raeder killed

he would have had him taken for a ride.

There's only one person I know

who would have arranged something like this.

Justin?

Yeah, but he may have outfoxed himself.

He may have told us more than he meant to.

That the narcotics were carried in bandoliers like these.

More than that. Feel the weight of 'em.

If Selkirk was wounded, chances are

he wouldn't have lugged something as heavy

and conspicuous as that through the city streets.

Sure, he would've gotten rid of 'em.

Lee, I think Mr. Arnold Justin

has made his first mistake.

All reports indicate that the heat wave will continue

for another 48 hours.

Here is a late bulletin just handed me...

Alexander Raeder, owner of the giant Raeder Amusement Pier

on the city's lakefront, was shot to death an hour ago

in a blazing gun battle with federal officers

on the beach directly beneath the pier.

No details of the shooting are yet available.

It's done.

Yeah, I know. I just heard on the radio.

I gotta hand it to you, Justin, you're pretty smart.

Getting the Feds to do your dirty work...

All right, all right, come on, save it, will you?

All I want from you is the stuff. Now go and get it.

No, I'll tell you where the stuff is and you go pick it up.

You lousy little two-timing punk, who do you think you're fooling with?!

Take it easy, take it easy, will ya?!

Now look, you told me I was hot, right, and you're not? So?!

So, you pushed me into this thing long before I was ready.

Now, you go out and you take all the risks.

Where is it?

Oh, no, no, no, not so fast.

There's a little matter of a guarantee first.

What guarantee?

Come on, Justin, what do you think I am...

Stupid or something?

I mean, I tell you where that heroin is,

what's to prevent you from killing me

and then keeping my half of the dough?

I'll bite. What is?

The fact that you're gonna leave all the money here with me

until you come back with the heroin.

I leave you all the money, huh? Uh-huh.

And what's to prevent you from taking all the money

while I'm out on some wild-goose chase?

This.

Here, take it, come on.

Now, I can't get on that freighter without that, huh?

Now I need you, Justin,

you need me, so... so now we're both safe.

I'll be back in a minute.

♪ ♪

So far so good.

I'm waiting.

Okay, but just remember one thing, Justin,

you won't be sure I've told you the truth

about where the heroin is till you actually find it.

I mean, it'd be kind of stupid of you to kill me

until you actually have the stuff in your hands.

I'll try to remember.

It's tied to a steel ring inside a storm drain

near the pier.

It's about 50 yards in from the mouth, buried under the mud.

You're a smart kid, Selkirk,

but you're not old enough to play in the major leagues.

I don't get you.

The night that you came here you had mud on your shoes, remember?

Just for the fun of it I took a sample of it and had it analyzed.

It showed traces of red clay silt.

Red clay silt exists

only in the southwestern part of town.

The pier is on the lakefront, so it had to be a drain.

You were telling the truth, which means...

you don't have a guarantee.

Pretty smart, Mr. Justin.

It's routine police work, kid.

There's just one thing you forgot.

What's that?

This!

I should have warned you about the rules, kid.

You strike out in this league once, you're dead.

Police are still refusing to release any explanation

for the dramatic gunfight beneath the amusement pier,

but usually reliable sources are hinting...

Mr. Nitti.

That Raeder's death may be connected

with the massive attack

which police and federal officers have been making

against the dope traffic in this city for the past two weeks.

It's Justin.

He wants to see you.

Send him in.

Well... just in time.

We was about to send some of the boys out looking for you.

Why?

48 hours aren't up yet.

No, but we just got the news about Raeder.

Too many of our friends are getting hurt.

First Maddern, now Raeder.

You made the rules.

If I had more time,

I could have gotten the stuff much easier.

When you get into a squeeze,

you got to play a little rough.

If you're handing me back that money again,

you're just wasting your time.

Open it.

Well, what do you know?

I guess we was wrong about you, Justin.

But where's the money?

I spent it.

Okay, it's no skin off my nose.

We'll call you when we need you.

Thanks.

Maybe he shouldn't leave quite yet.

Why not?

My father was a businessman.

He always told me when you buy something,

make sure you get what you paid for.

What are you talking about?

With me you're the boss, what you say goes.

But do you really want to pay half a million dollars

for 15 pounds of sugar?

Sugar?

Make a will, Mr. Justin.

It may be later than you think.

Don't fall asleep, Justin.

You might never wake up.

Hello, Arnie.

You set me up, Ness.

You set me up for murder.

Really?

Come on, cut out the games.

You took the heroin out of the bandoliers

and replaced it with sugar.

What makes you so sure?

Selkirk didn't have the time to do it.

You were the only one who knew where the stuff was.

It had to be you.

All right, where do we go from here?

Now, look, Ness, you're a cop.

You had no right to risk my life.

Now, until I'm proven guilty of something,

I've got a right to the protection of the law

just as much as any citizen in this country.

You're absolutely right, Justin.

Now, what is it you want protection against?

You already know the answer to that.

It's Nitti.

He's going to kill me.

Why?

You know why.

For the record.

The body of a man named Selkirk was found in a vacant lot

not too far from where you live about an hour ago, Justin.

How do you think his body got there?

Who do you suppose could have killed him?

You can't prove that I had anything to do with his death.

I can't prove you had anything to do with Raeder's either.

As a matter of fact, you're such a smart man,

I can't prove anything against you at all.

As you yourself pointed out to me,

that's where we really separate the men from the boys.

Isn't it?

Let's just cut out the cat and mouse game

and get to the point, shall we?

All right.

Here.

Well, what's that?

A full confession.

It covers your connection with Nitti,

the way you set me up as Raeder's assassin,

and makes a fair stab at how and why you killed Selkirk.

You don't expect me to sign that, do you?

I didn't think you could be that stupid.

You want protection.

I'm entitled to protection.

I don't have to sign anything to get it.

You're wrong.

My jurisdiction extends only to government witnesses

and to men under federal arrest for federal crimes.

At the moment you don't happen to fit either category.

That's blackmail.

It's the rules, Justin.

I thought you knew them all.

If I sign that, I go to the chair.

That's very possible.

No.

I wouldn't give you the satisfaction

for anything in the world.

I'd rather take my chances with Nitti.

Suit yourself.

I'll keep this handy, just in case.

Arnold Justin, ex-chief of detectives,

who thought he knew all the answers, lived for 27 days

in a world where every shadow,

every sudden movement, every strange face

held a full measure of terror

and the promise of sudden death.

You going down?

No, thanks.

I'll walk.

That death came in a hail of bullets

at 11:00 p.m. on October 9, 1933.

The confession, which might have saved his life,

was still on Ness' desk unsigned.

The Untouchables.