Original subtitles

What's in the box?

A gun.

A beautiful, new machine gun.

What for?

We're going to blow Mr. Nitti's head off.

Yeah?

Let's see it.

Go ahead, Cully, show the man.

What are you doing here, Trager?

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Cloris Leachman

and Bruce Gordon.

With special guest star James Gregory.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

At 11:30 on the night of September 14, 1932,

after the completion of a successful speakeasy raid,

Eliot Ness visited the Odeon Theatre.

His purpose was not entertainment.

Hello, old friend.

How you fixed for cash?

Well, come on, it was just like I said, wasn't it?

Girls, booze, tables.

I wonder what's all there.

Forget it.

Hey, okay, okay, I trust you.

Thanks.

Anything else, Marty?

Yeah.

Next time, I want double.

We're having a depression, Marty.

Yeah, I know, but Nitti's been

going sky-high over these raids,

and the higher he gets, the higher my price.

Besides, I'd better buy some more life insurance.

I'd hate to check and find you weren't

declaring this money on your income tax.

I'll probably get in touch again next week.

Hey, ain't you going to stay and see the picture?

They always kill me.

You're lucky it's them.

You're in a dangerous business, Marty.

The following day, Frank Nitti called an emergency meeting

of the crime organization's council.

So, now the boys in New York are screaming,

Cleveland's screaming, and I'm screaming.

Those raids cost us $200,000 in the last three months,

and that is no way to run a business.

All I know, Frank, is we never had this kind of trouble

when Al was sitting in that chair.

Now, you better clear that up.

What I mean is, Al had Walter Trager working for him.

Trager was Al's eye.

I don't know how he did it,

but nothing went on in this organization

he didn't know about first.

They say he even had a tap on the Feds.

Yeah... Trager.

What happened to him?

He was shot up pretty bad in a gunfight a couple of years ago.

Well, where is he now?

Just dropped out of sight.

I don't think it'll help, but...

my wife is Trager's sister.

Well, then, where is he?

I don't know.

Billie, my wife, hasn't seen him for over a year.

He's probably around someplace.

Harry?

Yeah, Frank?

You find Trager.

Yeah, Frank... I'll try.

No, you won't try, Harry.

You'll find him.

You're late.

What do you mean?

You're about six weeks late.

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

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Two warehouses, a distillery

knocked over in the same week.

Somebody's talking.

You want to find the leak.

I figured my name would come up.

Come on, let's go.

Oh, no, no, I got to finish this puzzle.

You're coming now.

Nitti wants to see you.

And I want to see him.

How is my sister, Harry?

She's okay.

Just fine.

I hope so.

There.

Now we can go.

We mustn't keep Mr. Nitti waiting, must we?

Don't worry about the money, Trager.

I'll take care of you.

I always worry about money.

Well, you'll get more, you show me you're worth it.

You find somebody who's singing to the Feds,

we make another deal.

Al thought I was worth more.

I'm not Al.

No, you're not.

You're starting me pretty small, Frank.

Maybe.

We got a deal?

For now.

Hey, take it easy!

If I want to get knocked around,

I don't have to pay for it.

Yeah, you're getting soft, Frank.

Muscles are for gorillas.

If I need anything, I buy it, including you.

Maybe.

But I think you ought to remember, Frank,

people sometimes sit on soft people.

Yeah, but I'll tell you one thing people

don't sit on, Trager, and that's my chair.

Now, close the door behind you when you leave.

Sure, Frank.

Got your message.

What have you got?

First the money.

Tip first, then money.

Not this time.

I ain't going to see you again.

Why?

First the money.

What put the scare into you?

Walter Trager.

Trager?

Is he back in the organization?

Yeah, and I'm driving for him.

You think he's on to you?

Not yet, but he's too smart for my money.

Okay, what's the tip?

That was it.

You better lay low for a while.

Don't forget, I'm still in the market.

Yeah, well, you better

do your shopping someplace else.

Marty.

Hello, Mr. Trager.

What are you doing here?

This is a surprise.

Ju-Just a minute now... Not so fast. I...

I don't know whether I've seen this picture.

Didn't know you liked gangster pictures, Marty.

S-Sure, I-I come here all the time.

You do, huh?

Come on, Marty.

Blocking the view.

What is it, bingo tonight?

You need a set of dishes?

We dropped about $250,000 since August.

I could give you the exact figures,

but I think you get the idea.

Yeah, my idea is that Ness owes us about $250,000.

Frank?

We're having a meeting, Trager.

I've got to see you.

Well, take a good look.

Alone.

Okay, boys, let's break it up.

I'll be in touch later.

All right, Trager, what's so important?

The puzzle's almost finished, Frank.

You got a pigeon?

Almost.

"Almost" and a nickel will buy you a cup of coffee.

I've got it boiled down to two.

What two?

Take a look.

Why Marty?

He gave me the slip a couple of times.

I didn't like some

of the double-talk answers he was giving me,

and he's spending pretty big on what you're paying him.

Who else?

Don't go away, Frank.

There's where I'm splitting my bet.

Harry's a council member.

Mm-hmm. Benedict Arnold was a general.

And I could go back about 1,900 years

for an even better example.

What makes you think it might be Harry?

When he was doing time a while back,

he got to be real buddies with the warden.

Now, by a strange coincidence, couple of months later,

the rest of Harry's gang was picked up.

Then, he got two years knocked off his sentence.

Anyway, I'll, uh, have your answer in a couple of days.

In a couple of days, I could lose another 50 grand.

I can't afford it.

It's a question of economics, Trager.

Two of these cost 15 cents.

On the night of September 21,

Marty Wilger picked up Walter Trager at his hotel.

One half hour later,

he found himself some 14 miles

outside the Chicago city limits.

Can you tell me where I'm supposed

to be going, Mr. Trager?

Well, you, uh, just keep driving, Marty.

Have you seen any good movies lately, Marty?

No, I-I ain't been to the movies since...

you know.

That's just the trouble, Marty.

I don't know.

I've been doing everything

you tell me to do, Mr. Trager.

Yes, you have, Marty.

You've been very good.

And, uh, now I am telling you to stop the car.

And now I'm telling you to get out of the car.

♪ ♪

You know, honey,

I can't figure that brother of yours out.

Here I bring him back into the organization

and make him a big man.

All he gives me is the needle

and a fishy stare.

Maybe he don't like you, Harry.

Maybe the feeling's mutual.

Hey, fix this tie, will you?

You'd better get a move on, we'll be late.

Oh, we'll get there.

The sooner we get there, the sooner we get home.

Harry, you want me to get ready or not?

I'll get it.

What do you want?

I got a message from Trager.

We were just leaving.

Well, it'll just take a second.

Okay, okay, come in.

Like I said, it'll just take a second.

All right, I'm waiting.

Hey, what you doing?

Harry?

Will you turn it down?

Harry, somebody'll call the cops!

So you don't break up a set.

Did you get both?

Both.

Nice work.

No more problems.

Except one.

I need more men.

I just got through telling you there ain't no more problems.

Frank, are you sure all the boys are playing straight with you?

Why? You know something?

I hear things, Frank,

but I need men to check them out.

Well, Cully's a good boy.

One man.

And there's something else, Frank.

You need protection.

From what?

Well, like I said, I hear things.

I don't need protecting, and you don't need any men.

All right, Frank, have it your way.

That's the only way there is.

All right, let's try it once more.

Did you see or hear anything at all?

I told you, nothing but the record.

You could have heard it in Milwaukee.

Mrs. Mailer, it was your husband who was shot.

Didn't he mean anything to you?

He was my husband.

That's not what I asked you.

What do you care?

I thought you might want

to help us find the man who killed him.

Isn't that what the government's

paying you for?

You're not going to help at all, huh?

Do you know your husband worked for Frank Nitti?

He was in business,

and if you're through with yours, I wish you'd go.

Unless you have some other reason for wanting to stay.

Two nights later, Walter Trager,

in the company of Cully Grice,

paid a visit to Frank Nitti on his home grounds.

They came, as most did, bearing tribute.

Hey. How are you, Battler?

Oh, hiya, Mr. Trager.

Mr. Nitti in?

Uh, yeah. You-You got an appointment?

No.

Well, I'll-I'll see if he can see you.

No. Don't-Don't bother, Battler.

You see, we've got a little surprise for him.

Oh, well, he don't need no lilies.

Oh, no. No, you got us all wrong.

Then what's in the box?

A gun... beautiful, new machine gun.

What for?

We're gonna blow Mr. Nitti's head off.

Yeah?

Let's see it.

Go ahead, Cully, show the man.

Remember, Cully, always tell the truth.

That's right.

What are you doing here, Trager?

What kind of a kid stunt is that?

Yeah.

Ah, maybe it was kind of a kid stunt, Frank,

but this is a real grownup gun.

You're gonna have to kill me with that.

That's the only thing that's gonna stop me

from tearing you to pieces!

Frank, if I wanted you dead,

I just passed up the perfect opportunity.

You see, there could have been real bullets in that chopper.

Ten minutes.

You give me ten minutes,

and I'll hand this over to you butt-end first.

All right, everybody, out.

You're not hurt.

How do you know he won't try something else funny?

I'm glad you thought that was funny, Banion.

Now leave us alone.

All right, Trager, what are you trying to prove?

I just proved it.

What?

You can be killed, Frank.

Easy.

And I know there are a lot of guys

who would like to make the try.

Just what do you want?

I want more men to do my job.

What is your job?

Protecting my interests, meaning you.

Frank, suppose you were to get hit, huh?

It might wash me right out of the picture,

and I'm not so sure I'd like that.

The only reason you got this far

is because all my boys downstairs know you.

Exactly the point I'm trying to make.

Whoever tries to push you over

is gonna be somebody pretty close to you.

Now, you can take care of your enemies.

I'll protect you from your friends.

How many men do you need?

You're right on time.

You said it yourself.

That's what they pay me for.

What's the matter?

You took off your hat when you sat down.

I'm impressed.

Um... about Harry.

I'm going to help you, Ness.

What made you decide to change your mind?

Lots of things.

Maybe I'm bored.

Maybe I've turned social reformer.

Maybe I like you.

Maybe you decided your husband didn't deserve to be killed.

Maybe.

I owe you an apology, Mrs. Mailer,

for what I was thinking.

Look, Ness, they don't play "Hearts and Flowers" here,

and I'm no grieving widow.

Harry paid the rent and bought the food.

I lived in the house, I ate the food.

Maybe that was love.

Maybe.

Well, whatever it was,

I sure didn't have anything else,

and nobody had any business messing it up.

Why didn't you offer to help that first day?

You act like a gentleman, but you sure talk like a cop.

I was scared, that's why.

I have a brother.

He might not like my helping.

Your brother?

Walter Trager?

You think he killed your husband?

I think if he didn't, he knows who did.

He hated Harry.

You want to laugh?

He thought I was too good for him.

He called him a cheap gangster.

Can you beat it? Him.

Sounds like he cared for you.

That's why I phoned you.

Walter called me today.

He wants me to move into his apartment.

I told him I'd think it over.

And?

The cops put a lock on my apartment,

and hotels give me the creeps,

so... I'm moving in.

Here's my card.

If you think of anything

that might help, give me a call, hmm?

Ness?

I may have loved Harry.

I don't know.

But it wasn't forever.

I guess nothing is.

But if you think of anything,

give me a call?

Do I need a password or something?

Oh, no. Come in, Billie.

This is my friend, Hawk.

My sister, Billie.

Hello.

He's not being rude.

It's just that he's deaf and dumb.

Be careful what you say, though. He does read lips.

You were just leaving, Hawk?

When you score, Walter, you really score.

What's the matter?

You seem a little surprised to see me.

It was just that you didn't sound too eager on the phone.

Well, I sat down and did a little arithmetic,

and I figured you owe me something.

But then I figured I owe you something, too.

What's that?

That was for Harry.

Now we're square.

All I know about Harry is that he got hit,

and for your sake, I'm sorry.

You'd only be sorry if you or your boys missed him.

Ah, Billie, you're dreaming!

Maybe. I told you we're square.

Anyway, you were right, Walter, about Harry.

He was just a punk.

If it hadn't been you, it would have been some other gun.

And all he deserves

as a monument is a slap in the face.

Now where do I sleep?

In there.

You always were a gentleman, Walter.

Hmm?

Where's, uh, the rest of your things?

I'm just going to stay a couple of days.

No, no, Billie, you move in.

Maybe I owe you that, not just because of Harry.

You're the only family I have left.

You move in, Billie, huh?

Maybe... maybe it could be like the good old days?

Were there good old days, Walter?

And now, back to...

In mid-October, 1932,

the Untouchables planned a series of raids,

designed to dry up the contraband alcohol

in Frank Nitti's bootlegging empire.

But moves that looked like set-ups on paper

ended in failure after failure.

What do you think went wrong?

Walter Trager.

After a series of unsuccessful raids,

Eliot Ness was convinced that

the Nitti organization was being tipped.

You boys find anything?

Not a thing.

That doesn't make sense.

They've been outguessing us every step of the way,

and it can't be all luck.

There must be a direct line to this office.

Well, we've checked every possibility.

That's why it doesn't make sense.

The four of us are the only ones

who could've known about those raids.

Is there something you'd like to ask us, Eliot?

Yes, one thing.

Why don't we get out of here and get some dinner?

Come on.

Hi.

Oh, I'm sorry, Frank, I didn't know you were busy.

No, that's all right, Banion's just leaving.

Yeah.

Frank was telling me about the losses.

Maybe I'd better stop by later

and check over your books, hmm?

Banion ain't the only one.

All of a sudden, somebody's cuttin' into the whole operation.

Robbins is down 25%,

and Urcel reports a bigger drop than that.

Now, I don't know who's doing the cutting.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Your job.

The organization is losing about 25 grand a week

and it's gotta stop.

And you're gonna stop it.

You and your "Untouchables."

Sure, Frank, I'll take care of it,

but I'm gonna need a couple of more guns.

You got guns.

You got everything you need.

Money, power, and that bunch of bright boys.

And I'm gonna give you something else.

What's that?

One week.

I wonder if moving the office will make any difference.

We can't take a chance it won't.

Too bad, too.

What do you mean?

They got us on the run just when Nitti's sweating.

Word's around town somebody's cutting in on Nitti territory

and Trager's looking for him.

Come in.

Hello.

Well, Hello, Mrs... Never mind that.

If you want to contact me again, do it through

Captain Johnson's office, Police Headquarters.

Okay.

Okay, I thought I was gonna help.

But maybe not. I'm sure you are.

Lee, cover me on the typewriter, huh?

Keep your voice down.

What's the matter?

I'm afraid we've got an uninvited guest.

That for us?

Oh, yeah, it's nothing special.

Just scraps and receipts.

Things I pulled out of the waste basket.

I feel like a Mata Hari or something.

Come in.

I'm in.

How are you, Frank?

Nice place you got here.

You must be doing very well, Trager.

Sit down, Frank.

Your sister went calling this afternoon.

Well, what's that to you?

She went calling on Eliot Ness.

How'd you know that?

A big birdie told me.

Hawk.

Nice work, Sherlock.

Hawk's one of my boys.

You're wrong this time, Trager.

He's one of my boys, and you're one of my boys.

Right.

All right, Frank, what do you want?

I want you to get rid of her.

Maybe she had a good reason to go call on Ness.

What's good for her may not be good for me.

But that's a chance I don't take.

She's my sister, Frank.

And Harry Mailer was your brother-in-law.

Well, maybe stooling runs in the family.

By the way, she brought Ness a little present.

An envelope filled with papers.

Frank, you can't ask me to kill my own sister.

Maybe not.

But I can't afford to have

her alive and spilling to Ness.

And I can't afford men who don't take orders.

I didn't know you were busy, Walter.

He's not busy, Mrs. Mailer.

I just stopped by to invite Walter

to a little party I'm tossing.

In fact, I suggested he bring you along.

What's a party without pretty girls, eh?

I'll talk to you later, Frank.

After you take care of those party arrangements.

It's been nice seeing you, Mrs. Mailer.

What did they want?

What's it to you?

Don't bite my head off.

I've had enough of my own troubles today.

Yeah?

Suppose you explain that.

Eliot Ness had me picked up.

What for?

Oh, just more questions about Harry's killing.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

I told him nothing. What could I tell him?

What was in the envelope?

Oh, they wanted some papers and things Harry had aroun...

How do you know about that?

Never mind. What else was in it?

Just some old letters and bills, license, just junk.

I went through it all before.

It won't help them.

Where did they pick you up?

At my old flat.

A young cop, he took me to Ness.

And what were you doing at the flat?

Cleaning out some things I hadn't moved over yet.

How did Ness know you were there?

I don't know.

Wait a minute!

When I got there, I found somebody put a padlock

on the door so I had to call the super to let me in,

and he said the cops had put the lock on the door

to seal the apartment, so... so, he must've called the Feds.

What's eating you, Walter?

You ask more questions than Ness.

Frank Nitti just gave me orders to kill you.

And I could do it, too.

But it just so happens I believe you.

So, just be glad you're my sister

when I ask questions first.

What are you gonna do?

First, we got to get you out of here.

Nitti finds you're still alive

it'll be both of our necks.

I can't hide out forever.

No, no, just a little while.

And I've got just the place.

It's getting dark enough, so, come on,

get your things and let's go.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Walter Trager's drive

to an abandoned livery stable

on the north side of Chicago did not go unobserved.

Agent Lee Hobson had kept Billie Mailer

under constant surveillance

from the time she left the Untouchables' office.

Right smack-dab in the middle of Chicago.

Nitti could look for a year and never come close.

How did you find this place?

I looked for it.

Figured it might come in handy someday.

I've had it about a month.

Uh, Billie, I have a couple of things I have to check out.

You stay here... don't poke your nose outside.

We'll sneak you out of town in the morning.

Don't worry, I'm not going anyplace.

Can't you just explain to Nitti?

Sure, sure you can explain to him.

The trouble is he won't listen.

If you get hungry, there's some food over there.

If you get bored, uh, play with the puzzle.

Walter?

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

Sure.

Just like when we were kids, huh?

Trager just left.

The girl's still inside.

Hello.

Why don't you get out of here?

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Well, you've done enough already.

Just get out!

Just what is it I've done?

Nitti was tipped I was in your office today.

And he ordered Walter to kill me, see?

You look very much alive to me.

Listen, I know I promised to help you,

but the deal's off.

Why the sudden switch?

You said it already: I'm alive.

What if he finds out you've been reporting to us?

No, he won't find out.

I covered myself and he believed me.

But I won't have to lie to him again 'cause, Mister,

I quit this spy business about 10 minutes ago, see?

You seem to forget there's an order out to kill you.

Your brother isn't the only one in town with a gun.

You seem to forget that in my little world,

everybody's got a gun.

And my little world

ain't Lake Shore Drive and the Palmer House.

I'm up to here with guns.

And I'm up to here with lying and killing and-and cops, see?

And I'm up to here with me.

I don't like my life much, so why should you?

You've still got my number.

Yeah, well, don't wait up for my call.

Walter's getting me out of town in the morning

and I don't like you well enough

for long-distance rates.

Not anymore.

So, if you'd just get out of a lady's bedroom.

Huh? Please?

Good night, Mrs. Mailer.

Good-bye, Mr. Ness.

What about protective custody?

How long could we hold her?

A week? A month?

Nitti would wait,

and she'd be the prettiest sitting duck in town.

No, she's safer out of town.

Eliot?

This is a business ledger.

Could be something.

The last entry was dated a couple of days ago.

It shows a series of large cash payments from Charlie Banion,

Wolfie Robbins and a couple of others.

It totals well over $100,000.

This could be the solution to Mr. Trager's little problem.

He's looking for the one who's muscling in on Nitti?

That's right.

Unless I'm way off base,

the man Walter Trager is looking for is...

Walter Trager.

I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Moody,

but we're going on a little trip.

My sister asked me to pick up a few things she left here.

Oh, no trouble at all.

Well, here it is... Apartment 105.

Uh-huh.

Oh, say, would you mind giving her this mail?

It's been lying here for a week now.

Huh?

Yes, yes, Mr. Moody, I'll-I'll see that she gets it.

Uh, what happened to the padlock?

Padlock?

Yeah, you know, the-the seal that the cops put on the door?

Oh, that.

They took that off a couple of days ago.

Haven't been able to rent it, though.

People hear about the murder here, and they...

Yes, yes, I... I understand

But thanks. Thanks very much.

Say... Hmm?

Didn't you want to pick up some things?

No.

Uh, she won't be needing them.

Thanks again.

Shortly before dawn the following morning,

Eliot Ness received a call

from Captain Hale Johnson of the Chicago police.

A fisherman had reported an unusual catch

at a nearby Lake Michigan fishing site...

The body of Billie Mailer.

Eliot, I think I've got something.

Let's hear it.

Remember those papers Billie Mailer gave us?

Yeah.

Those were the rental receipts

from the Chicago Management Corporation

for a one-room office rented to a Mr. Walter Trager

at 152 Columbia Avenue.

Right across the street.

Hold it.

If someone's there, you're liable to scare him off.

Go down the hall, see if we've got company, eh?

Be right back.

If anybody's there, we can pick him up easy.

If anybody's there, I may have another idea.

We don't want to waste a good spy.

Pretty as a picture, and I know him, too... Hawk Feeny.

Used to run with Guzik's boys.

I remember.

Deaf, dumb and a lip-reader.

Well, make sure he doesn't go away empty-handed.

Then we don't pick him up?

No. We'll let him carry a bomb back to Nitti.

Remember those ledgers we found?

They show that Trager's been receiving

substantial cash payments from Wolfie Robbins,

Charlie Banion, Larry Urcel.

This can only mean

that Trager's taking himself a nice slice of Mr. Nitti's pie.

But even as Eliot Ness attempted

to divide the organization,

Walter Trager was gathering his forces

for the carefully-planned takeover of the Nitti empire.

The place and time was set...

The Nitti council chamber that night.

Except for the council members, nobody else comes in.

Frank?

You're a little early, Trager,

and we don't have a visitors' gallery.

Well, these are your boys, Frank.

We're all your boys.

Don't you remember?

They're just here to see that everything's done legal.

What's "everything," Trager?

We're electing a new chairman, Frank.

Oh, funny.

Nobody told me.

I'm telling you.

Oh, don't get too pushy, Trager.

It's the soft guy that gets pushed around, Frank.

Don't you remember?

I've warned you.

I got the votes, Frank,

and I got 40 guns behind every vote.

And do you know why they're with me?

Because I've got an operation going

that's going to push you out of Chicago.

All I have to do is say move, and they'll move.

Sounds like you've got 'em well-trained.

Sure, they're well-trained.

All I have to do is pass the word,

and they might even attack their old master.

So, what do you say, Frank?

Do you want to move over, or do I have to push?

Well, let me call the boys in.

You can have your vote.

You're the boss, Frank.

Come on in, boys.

We're calling the meeting to order.

We came up a little short, but I think we got a quorum.

Where's Urcel?

Oh, didn't you hear?

He had an accident about an hour ago.

A friend of his was cleaning an old gun.

Robbins... and Banion?

Well, Robbins got held up in traffic.

He was run over by a car a couple of times.

And Banion?

Well, he didn't look too well,

so I sent him out in the country with Hawk

to get a little fresh air.

All right, Frank.

All right, you got wise.

But it still won't work.

See, we're not playing your rules anymore.

We're playing mine.

There's only one set of rules, Trager.

I wrote 'em.

All right, boys, herd them out of here.

You've been very expensive to have around, Trager.

I figure you cost me 150 grand,

plus three good boys in Robbins, Banion and Urcel.

The money I can get back, but not those boys.

Frank, I've got ideas.

Don't throw them away.

What kind of ideas can a dead man have?

Because that's what you are, Trager.

Drop 'em. Drop 'em!

He ain't dead yet.

First guy makes a move pulls this trigger.

You forgot one, Frank.

It don't have to be now, Trager,

but you better keep looking over your shoulder.

Come on, Cully, let's get out of here.

Yeah.

Wait a minute!

Don't you want the boys to go after 'em?

It's all taken care of.

One of the boys is right beside him.

Ness.

Yeah.

Good work, Jack.

Looks like our bomb blew up in Trager's face.

Maybe he'll talk to us now.

Where do we find him?

He needs a hideout, and he's got one.

Nobody.

I don't get it. It's too easy.

We just gave 'em the slip.

Stop.

No, I set up that whole operation.

They-They could have got us on the stairs,

the front door, anywhere.

How much longer till we get to this place?

Hmm?

Oh.

Uh, ten minutes, Cully.

You've got about ten minutes.

Shall we invite ourselves in?

Let's hold off.

We want him alone.

Right down to the end there, Cully.

I've got it fitted up pretty good.

I warned you, Cully.

Always tell the truth.

Hold it!

This is the one you pay for, Trager.

Through the efforts

of Eliot Ness and the Untouchables,

Frank Nitti has been forced to tear his empire apart

in an attempt to preserve his throne.

And Walter Trager would not be around

to put the pieces together.

The Untouchables.