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Do you have you any idea what you've done to him?

He's been standing them off for months.

They wrecked his trucks, they bombed his ovens,

they killed his best friend.

I'm not through!

You think he hasn't been hurt?

I was at the funeral.

I saw him.

Half his life went into that grave.

He was next.

They would have killed him anyway.

Go ahead... hand that signed contract to Hanlon.

See how long your father lasts.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Harold J. Stone, John Larch,

Will Kuluva, Joan Staley.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

By the middle of 1932,

Louis Lepke Buchalter and the Syndicate

had the New York garment industry completely organized

and under control.

Now they could turn their attention to new business.

A business that built up to incredible totals.

More than 500 independent wholesale bakers.

Their prosperity inviting the Syndicate

to dig its finger into the pie.

As always, the Syndicate first moved

to gain control of both supply and delivery.

And as always, the move was supported by violence.

Hey.

Haven't you ever heard

of the United Bakers Trucking Association?

Huh?

You know, the last time we checked,

you hadn't even signed up.

It ain't my say.

I just deliver.

Yeah, we know.

And we, uh... we thought

we just might give you a little hand, hmm.

All right, come on.

Open it up.

All right, boys, get 'em up.

Up!

Okay, drop 'em.

Owen Adams, government agent

and longtime friend of Eliot Ness,

had been working out of the New York office for years.

Three months before, at the request

of federal attorney Dennis Matson,

he had been assigned to the growing bakery racket.

This was the closest he had come to scoring.

Hit 'em.

Eliot Ness, in New York to testify before a grand jury

investigating waterfront racketeering,

was hit very hard by Adams' death.

I know.

He was my friend, too.

Who did it?

Who always does it?

The Syndicate.

Lepke, Kulak, the rest of them.

He was working on that Trucker" Association, huh?

Yup, trying to tie it up to the Syndicate.

We're sure it's one of their operations.

How are you doing with the grand jury?

I'm through.

You know, if you didn't have

to rush back to Chicago... I don't.

There were others disturbed

by Adams' death.

At that moment, Joe Kulak,

the high priest of organized crime in New York,

was meeting with his associates, the Syndicate.

Dutch Schultz, the notorious Arthur Flegenheimer,

who controlled half a dozen flourishing rackets.

Louis Lepke Buchalter,

who had the garment industry in his pocket

and was already building Murder Incorporated.

Jake Gurrah Shapiro, Lepke's right arm,

and one whose chair was still unoccupied.

And he can walk in and sit there for an hour

with that stupid grin, and I tell you,

it's not going to make any difference!

So what do you want to do, Joe?

Give him a limit.

Ten days.

Nobody says to me ten days.

A number.

Make it 11... or nine or 12.

But make it definite.

Make him get those bakers in line!

Am I clear, Lep?

You're clear enough.

Is he here?

Outside.

He's been cooling his heels for the last 20 minutes.

Then, uh...

maybe it's time you made him sweat.

Top of the morning, gentlemen.

Sit down, Hanlon.

Lep, you got some facts and figures for our friend?

Been reading the funny papers?

You're laughing?

In my circle, we laugh even at a wake.

Maybe you're traveling in the wrong circle.

You knock off a fed.

That's nothing to laugh at!

Four months now, we set you up

as president of the Trucking Association.

The count here shows 500 independent bakers.

Not even half have signed up so far.

Maybe you'll do better organizing a softball team.

Well, you gents are mighty hard to please.

If I try to talk them into line, I ain't fast enough.

If I squeeze them a little, somebody yells ouch.

There's a big difference between squeezing bakers

and killing a fed.

Maybe somebody should learn you something.

Maybe I'm too old to learn.

Maybe you picked the wrong dog.

But you'd better think before you make a change.

You see, you need a front man who's absolutely clean.

And I don't see anybody around...

Sit down!

We called this meeting to help you.

Start with this one.

That's the biggest.

Adam Stone, huh?

He's the biggest all right.

I figure it's better to nail the little guys down first.

We do the figuring.

You do what you're told!

You go to work on Stone.

You wrap him up, and all the little guys

will fold up like ten-cent accordions.

You're the boss, Mr. Lepke.

Stone it is.

Wait!

What about the truck driver?

A dead man's a quiet man.

They had guns on me.

Just take away their guns,

I'd bust them wide open.

All of them.

Just take their lousy guns away.

We're trying to.

We need your help.

Nothing to be ashamed of, being scared.

That's how they stay in business...

Keeping people scared.

Bigger, stronger people than you.

Yesterday, you told me I'm scared,

I'd laugh right in your face.

But today... a stinking, lousy little punk,

brass knucks and all...

I'd bust him wide open.

And I stand there shaking, shaking.

You tell him I want to see him.

Just want to talk to him, that's all.

Please, I told you.

Mr. Stone is not here.

He went uptown to see his lawyer.

It's the truth.

You can believe me.

Sure, I believe you.

You know something?

I'm gonna believe you even more after I slap you

around just a little bit.

Knucks!

Lay off.

I got to talk to you.

Get lost.

What's the matter?

What are you doing here?

The Bull thinks you're working too hard.

You earned yourself a rest in the country.

Hanlon said that?

Yeah.

Come on. I ain't been working too hard.

You mean about last night?

What's the matter?

Is something wrong?

Well, we ain't sure.

We got word about a certain truck driver.

Got lead poisoning, burned pretty bad.

But he can still talk.

He's got a mouth.

So, the Bull wants you to lay low for a while.

Just in case.

What about Stone?

Stone?

We'll leave him for you.

What are you worried?

Move along, move along, please.

There isn't a thing in the world here to see.

There is nothing to see. Step aside.

All right, stand back.

Go right on through, sir.

One line of investigation blocked by a hoodlum's death,

the Untouchables moved in another direction.

What'd you find?

Adams kept this file on every baker he talked to.

Over 500 of them.

He saw them all?

He talked to every one of them once.

Except this one.

He talked to him three times, and no sale.

Adam Stone.

Oh, he's an independent.

One of the biggest.

Adams was trying to get him to help us.

No sale. Why not?

He joined the Association?

No, not him. Not a chance.

He's got to be for them or us.

A man that big can't sit on the fence.

If he hasn't joined, why haven't they bothered him?

Well, they're picking off the small fry first.

They'll get to Stone sooner or later.

Maybe we will get to him sooner.

Stone.

The name is Stone, not Rockefeller!

What's the matter?

You never heard, you should watch the gauge?

A brand-new oven... The best that money could buy...

And just because you won't watch a gauge!

Adam, we got a year's guarantee.

I'll, I'll call a mechanic.

Go ahead, call a mechanic.

Spend the money. Who cares?

Adam Stone is rich!

I'll fix it myself!

For 75 cents an hour, we could get an A-1 mechanic.

Adam, it's a shame for the help.

Get up already.

Wh-What's the matter?

We're not baking today?

You got nothing to do?

Mr. Stone?

My name's Eliot Ness.

My name's Max Turkin.

If you're looking for the boss,

you're looking too high.

Maybe you'd better call a mechanic.

This is the boss.

Mr. Adam Stone.

Mr. Stone.

It's hot.

I'll maybe go to the beach.

If something breaks down, call a mechanic.

My name's Ness.

We're federal agents, Mr. Stone.

We'd like to talk to you, if we may.

In my office.

What's the matter, the government's gone

in the baking business?

Right now we're concerned with the trucking end.

Oh, you heard of our troubles.

We've heard of them.

I'm happy to hear you say "our".

Hoodlums, racketeers, good-for-nothings.

A disgrace for the industry.

Hoping to run them out.

You can help, Mr. Stone.

I'm not a policeman, I'm a baker.

One of the biggest.

A lot of the smaller ones will follow your lead.

What do you want of me, Mr. Ness?

Call a meeting of independent bakers.

Set up your own organization.

Run the gangsters out.

Organization?

You see this bakery downstairs?

An organization built that, maybe?

Me, with these two hands.

For over 30 years I've been my own boss.

You can still be.

No, no, I know how it goes.

An organization, meetings, rules...

before you know it, some little,

cockamamie baker from Second Avenue

is telling you how to run your business.

You'd rather have the racketeers telling you?

Let them try, Mr. Ness.

I've been fighting my whole life.

I know how to deal with people like this.

You can't do this alone. You need the others with you.

Nobody!

I don't need nobody!

I don't think you realize what you're up against, Mr. Stone.

These men have ways of pressuring you.

A family man, aren't you?

It's ten years my wife died.

Then your daughter.

I have no daughter.

My daughter is dead.

I'm sorry.

I put my local number on that

if you decide to call me later.

Adam, how could you say a thing like that?

I say the same thing to you!

My daughter is dead!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest girlie show on the island!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest show on the island!

And all for the small price of ten cents.

A thin dime, a tenth part of a dollar.

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest girlie show on the island!

Uncle Max.

Let me look at you.

A princess!

Don't say anything about my costume.

Well, this kind of weather,

you're in the right business.

Did Papa send you?

Nobody sent me.

You know how he is, uh, hard like steel.

And he gets all the time worse.

Now... Now he says you're dead.

So, I'm dead.

I'm dead.

And he killed me.

He's killing himself.

Not him.

Not the strong man, Adam Stone.

Uh-uh.

Marsha... Marsha, come home with me.

Not a chance.

Uncle Max, if he wanted me home,

he'd come and ask me himself.

How?

He doesn't know where you are.

Because he doesn't care.

He's had five years.

He looked, believe me, Marsha.

He looked, he couldn't find you.

But you found me.

Marsha, Marsha, y-y-you were a little girl,

and he gave you once a doll.

And the next day, you got mad at him.

So, you punished him, you broke the doll.

That's what you're doing now, Marsha.

You're punishing him.

He would hate to see you like this.

I'm not punishing anybody.

I'm having a terrific time.

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest girlie show on the island!

20 girls, 20 girlies,

wearing 19 daring costumes!

Marsha...

I must tell you, he has big troubles now.

Then he ought to be happy.

The bigger the better.

I was just working out a little.

Well, why don't you try working on Stone?

We were working on him.

With what?

I ain't seen him signed up yet.

Don't worry, he'll be signed up; he'll be in.

I want him in a week.

You got seven days.

Now, look, Lep, you can't start

pinning me down... Now, you listen to me!

I'm getting the business, too.

I don't like the way Kulak is looking at me.

And I'm not ready to have an open fight with him yet.

I want him signed up, you understand?

You understand?!

I understand, I understand.

Signed up.

So all the little punks will sign up right after him.

When I say signed up,

I don't mean I want him dead.

Now, you got seven days.

Not counting Sunday.

Lepke's looking a little tense these days.

Maybe that steam room

isn't as relaxing as it's cracked up to be.

Suppose we find out.

Downtown, Rico, let's pick up a man from Matson.

I want an ear inside that gym.

Hey, you!

Who are you?

This is a private business.

We're the new Organizing Committee

for the Trucker's Association.

Organizing Committee.

The last time I looked, you wasn't signed up.

Get out, get out!

Don't get excited.

I just thought I'd jaw a little.

You know, point out the benefits.

Benefits! I know all your benefits!

Fire, flood, burial plots.

And the accident insurance.

Hey, what are you doing?

He's only trying to save you some money.

I said get out!

Animal!

Animal!

Go ahead, kill me!

Kill me and you lose everything!

All the bakers who already signed

and the others you want to sign.

Go ahead, shoot, shoot!

Put it away.

We'll be back.

And you'll be glad to join.

Just for the burial plot alone.

All hooked up?

You should get it loud and clear.

Nothing yet.

Just let them talk.

Stone ain't like them others, Bull.

The guy ain't human.

He just don't scare.

Stone ain't any different than anybody else.

Just takes a little more persuading, that's all.

Yeah.

This was no faulty gauge, Adam.

Maybe Mr. Ness was right.

Maybe you can't fight them alone.

So now you want me to call Ness.

Adam... And when those gangsters

started to bother us, you wanted me to go with them.

"Sign," you said.

All right, so I was wrong.

I was afraid.

I thought we didn't have no other way,

but now we got another way.

Scared little mouse.

First, you run under one chair, then under another.

Max, what do you want from me?

What do I want?

I want you shouldn't be so stubborn.

You shouldn't think you're so strong, you don't need nobody.

To live like this, Adam, it ain't natural for a man.

To ask nothing, to give nothing,

to be so cold even with your own daughter,

your own flesh and blood. That's enough.

A beautiful girl!

Any man would be proud to have, uh, a girl...

Max, that's enough!

Max... All right, I-I'll try.

Maybe I can get new parts.

Maybe we can salvage something.

Max?

Max?

Max, I come back...

Max?

Max?! Max!

Max!

And now back to The Untouchables.

Services for Max Turkin were held October 3, 1932.

In charge of the arrangements: Adam Stone.

All right.

Say it, Mr. Ness.

Tell me it was all my fault.

He was my friend.

Grew up together in the Old Country.

When I started the little bakery shop

in front of the factory, he was with me.

I don't forget all this.

I was sure you wouldn't.

Maybe you'll let us help now.

No... no, I don't need help.

I don't want any help.

I'd like to talk.

I had a thought.

After the funeral, we'll talk in my office.

Did you want me?

Like I want the smallpox.

Every baker in town gets this paper.

You seen it today?

Yeah, yeah, I seen it.

Educate yourself.

"Adam Stone Bakeries will be closed for two days

"to mourn the death of its beloved general manager

and friend, Max Turkin."

I told you I read it.

Then read it again!

Go on... maybe you'll learn something.

Read it!

All right, Lep.

"Mr. Stone has asked us to make this statement in his name.

"Fellow bakers, when you pay dues

"to the Truckers' Association,

"you buy bullets for Max Turkin's murderers.

Brian Hanlon, president of your association."

Hot air, that's all.

If they had any proof...

If they had any proof, they'd burn you,

and I personally would turn on the switch.

You make any more mistakes, Mr. Hanlon,

and maybe they'll have a hard time finding you.

Look, Lep, you're asking the impossible.

You want a man to make...

make bricks without clay.

How many members we have last week?

Over 200.

And in the last two days, 40 dropped out

on account of you knocked off that old man.

And now, Stone, opening up his big yap...

I could have closed it for good.

I wanted to hit him.

Who's the one who told me to squeeze?

"Squeeze."

I'll explain squeezing to you.

And for the last time, Hanlon...

the man's got a daughter.

You're wrong, Lep.

A daughter. She's dead!

She calls herself a dancer.

A dancer like you could find right here

in Coney Island, Mr. King of the Boardwalk.

Here?

Take a look at the Cooch Show sometime.

Now, that's the way it is.

I gave you Stone's daughter.

You get me Stone's name.

I don't want no more trouble with Kulak.

You got three days.

The daughter isn't dead.

Unless Hanlon gets to her.

Rico, stay on his tail.

Right.

Get ready.

It's only ten cents, a thin dime,

a tenth part of a dollar.

You'll have nothing to tell your grandchildren about...

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

If you miss this show,

you'll miss the greatest show on the island.

And if you miss it, you won't be able

to tell your grandchildren one solid thing.

It's only ten cents, a thin dime,

a tenth part of a dollar.

You don't know me.

You're being modest.

Mr. Brian Hanlon, King of the Boardwalk.

That's right.

And I know you, too.

You're Marsha Stone.

Sure, I know your father, too.

We're kind of in the...

kind of in the bakery business together.

Except that right now, we're having some trouble.

I wouldn't know.

I haven't seen my father in five years.

Maybe you ought to see him, Marsha.

Maybe there's something you can do for him.

The only thing I can do for my father

is just leave him alone.

Oh, that's where you're wrong, Marsha.

There's a lot you can do for him.

For him... for me... for yourself.

Especially for yourself.

Now, suppose we start right from the beginning, huh?

All right, all right.

Who is it already?

We're closed.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Marsha.

Look at you.

Like a painted...

What do you want?

Thanks for the warm welcome.

Well, what did you expect, the way you look?

I have to talk to you, Papa.

Come in, come in.

I have some coffee in Uncle Max's office.

It's from this morning.

As long as it's hot.

Thank you, Papa.

I could make some fresh.

That's all right... this is fine.

Here, I can do that, Papa.

It's all right.

Don't bother.

I don't want any coffee.

Leave it... I'll clean it later.

It'll only take a... I said leave it!

All right, Papa, I'll leave it...

for when you're ready.

Always, it's when you're ready,

whether it's to eat or to sleep

or to do anything.

It's always when you're ready!

What's the big commotion?

So a little coffee spilled.

You're right, Papa.

Always right.

I didn't come here to argue.

Then, what else?

What else did you come for?

I was sent.

Somebody sent me.

President of your Truckers' Association.

Hanlon sent you here?

He wants you to join the association.

He wants you to sign this contract, Papa.

And he thought I was just the girl to convince you.

That's a laugh.

Aren't you going to slap me?

No, better still,

maybe for old time's sake, why don't you toss me out

with a five dollar bill pinned to my slip?

You still know how to talk nasty.

Oh, Papa, I was 16 years old.

I was pretty.

The boys liked to look at me.

The way they look!

The way you dress, the way you walk.

The short skirt, face painted like a...

Don't say it!

Just don't say it.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I have to ask you this.

I want you to sign the contract.

Mr. Hanlon wants me to sign the contract.

I want it.

Please, Papa, do just this one thing,

just once for me.

Why?

Why?

I'm afraid.

Of Hanlon?

Not that you'll lose any sleep over it.

No more than you've done for the last five years.

Marsha, Marsha.

Sure, you looked for me... with one eye!

To look too hard maybe would have been weak,

like saying you'd made a mistake.

Uncle Max found me easy enough.

He can tell you all about me, Papa.

Why don't you ask him?

That ought to be good for at least one laugh.

Go ahead, ask him!

Max is dead.

I thought maybe you read the papers...

how he was murdered.

Your friend, Mr. Hanlon.

Because you wouldn't sign.

And you let them.

You just stood there and let them.

Do you have to prove how strong you are, Papa?

Marsha.

Wait a minute.

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Miss Stone?

My name's Ness; I'm a federal agent.

Government?

I'd like to talk to you if I may.

What do you want?

Did he sign the contract?

No...

He signed it.

Hanlon got you to do his dirty work.

Look, I'm late, I got a job.

Now, you go talk like that to someone else, huh?

You stay and listen.

Do you have any idea what you've done to him?

He's been standing them off for months...

One hard-headed, stubborn old man

against the toughest mobsters in the country,

and he was doing all right.

They wrecked his trucks, they bombed his ovens,

and they killed his best friend.

I'm not through.

Do you think he hasn't been hurt?

I was at the funeral.

I saw him.

Half his life went into that grave.

He was next.

They were going to kill him, too.

They couldn't.

They had to have his name on a contract.

That's the only thing that kept him alive, Miss Stone.

Go ahead, hand that signed contract to Hanlon.

See how long your father lasts.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, here it is,

the greatest girlie show on the island,

and all for the small price of ten cents,

a thin dime, a tenth part of a dollar.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

And as a special introductory offer,

we're going to give away a beautiful art portfolio.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, here it is,

the greatest girlie show on the island.

You took your sweet time.

You got the contract?

I asked you something.

You got the contract?

He wouldn't sign.

I didn't hear you.

Maybe you'd better say that again.

He's a stubborn man.

Stubborn, huh?

Did you tell him what was going to happen to you?!

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care what happens to his daughter's face?

To her pretty, little, stupid face?!

He doesn't care... and neither do I!

Yeah?

Papa, Papa, it's Marsha.

Marsha?

Papa, he just left here...

Mr. Hanlon... Like, like a wild man.

Watch out, Papa, he's going to try and kill you.

But I signed the contract.

I tore it up.

I couldn't give it to him.

I knew I was wrong, I knew it.

I knew it, Papa, even when I was asking.

You tore it up?

Well, aren't you afraid of Hanlon?

Papa, be careful, please.

He's going to come for you.

And you.

What'll he do to you?

Marsha, you tell me, what'll he do to you?

It's really very funny, Papa.

Marsha.

He's going to fix it so men won't ever look at me again.

It's just like you've always wanted.

Isn't it funny, Papa?!

And now he's going to do it for you!

Marsha, Marsha, where are you?

Mr. Hanlon?

Eliot Ness.

You don't know me.

So? I know about you.

That makes us all even.

We know about you.

You're forgetting your manners.

I was talking to you.

Maybe you're just worried tonight.

What happened?

Something go wrong with that contract?

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

A contract with Adam Stone's name on it.

Didn't the girl come through for you?

What do you want, Ness?

Maybe I want to give you a break.

Maybe I don't need a break.

Maybe you're forgetting Lepke Buchalter.

He gave you a week to bring Stone into line.

You haven't got many hours left.

I got all the time I want.

I think you touched a nerve.

Maybe the girl didn't give him the contract.

Then he'll go after Stone.

You'd better get over there. Right.

Rico... check in.

We'll deal with the girl.

Did you change your mind?

Hanlon?

You and that old man... two of a kind.

Help him, please.

We've got a man with him.

We'll stay with you.

Hey, you closed up already?

I don't want nobody around.

Well, what's up?

I want Stone brought in.

Brought in?

But I thought the girl... Forget the girl.

I want him brought in.

Sure.

You expecting somebody?

No.

Eliot.

Yes? I'm at the bakery.

Stone's nowhere around.

Well, find him, Rico.

I can't; I've been through the whole place.

He's gone.

Stay where you are, old man.

Did you hear what I said?

Stay where you are!

You want that hard, stupid head of yours split open?

With a club?

You need a club for this?

And two men with guns?

Shame on you, Hanlon.

I heard they call you Bull.

I'm honored to have your presence, old man.

What brings you?

Do you want to sign a contract now?

Ask my daughter.

She could tell you.

Pep, there's a contract in my coat pocket and a pen.

Bring 'em both.

Mr. Stone wants to sign it.

Sign, you animal?!

Now, old man,

while you've still got an arm to sign with, sign.

Sign... sign!

Pep, Pep, hit him!

Hit him!

You animal.

No, give me one more minute, one more minute with this animal!

Don't tempt me.

I'll get you to a hospital.

Lee, give me a hand.

No.

I must see my daughter.

I must see my daughter.

She'll come to see you in the hospital.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Ness!

Ness, wait.

Ness.

Ness.

Ness, wait.

Ness, you wanted me to come in, right?

If you're ready to talk about murder, Hanlon.

Listen, Ness.

I'll give you Lepke.

We'll get Lepke.

Ness.

Ness... don't strip me naked.

Give me a break, will you?

I'll cop a plea.

I'll come in on extortion.

If you want to talk to me,

talk about a federal agent that was killed.

If you want to talk extortion, go see the D.A.

His office opens at 9:00 a.m. sharp.

Bull Hanlon never got to the district attorney.

The following night, two boys fished his body

out of the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn.

Lepke Buchalter did not pay for that.

He did not reach the electric chair

until several years later,

making most decent people regret

that a man can only die once for murder.

The Untouchables.