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I walk out of here or Ness dies.

All right, h-hold it, boys.

I'm walking to my car and driving out of here.

I see anybody following, Ness gets a bullet.

How do we know that you're not gonna kill him anyway?

He can't kill me; he'll lose his shield.

But I can hurt him pretty good.

Now you got one minute!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Murray Hamilton,

Eduardo Ciannelli, and Phillip Pine.

With special guest star Henry Silva.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In the early 1930s,

the underworld czars leveled their guns on the race wire,

a new device serving the nation's gamblers,

speeding results to bookmakers

within seconds after a race was run.

Outgoing phone calls being forbidden at almost all tracks,

the race wire stole the information

by use of a spotter in the grandstand.

From there it was relayed

to a confederate outside the track

who transmitted the number by private telegraph

to the race wire headquarters.

The information was then forwarded

over thousands of miles of leased wires

to bookie parlors across the nation.

On the night of July 23, 1934, in New York City,

Mike Barrigan and Freddy Withers,

two owners of the country's largest race wire,

responded to an urgent phone call from their partner.

Mr. Barrigan?

Glad you could make it.

A friend wants to see you.

You wouldn't know any of my friends, Joker.

A friend of mine.

Let's go.

Where's the car? Where's Freddy?

Well, we told him to move along.

He was blocking traffic.

It's beginning to rain, Mr. Barrigan.

Surely you know enough to come in out of it.

I'm interested in whether you've changed your mind.

Because of what Joker did to my partner?

Barrows could be one reason.

If you want a race wire, why don't you set up your own?

It would take us a year, and I don't have the time.

I want yours and I want you to run it for us.

I have to talk to my partner.

I wager that by tomorrow midnight

we'll come to terms, one way or another.

I'll take whatever you want to bet,

and I won't lay off a penny.

There's no pleasure in betting on a sure thing.

Stop the car, Joker.

Tomorrow midnight.

Do I make myself clear?

You're not too subtle, Kulak.

You'd better get out of the rain, Mr. Barrigan.

You could catch your death.

All right, Joker.

♪ ♪

You're carrying a gun now.

How did you get in, Ness?

Join the government and learn a trade.

Breaking and entering.

You want something from me?

I heard about Doug Barrows.

You got good ears.

Only happened about three hours ago.

I've been in New York on a case.

Word's out the Organization wants your race wire.

What do you want, Ness?

Information.

Why come to me?

You helped me before.

Who's doing the squeezing?

Kulak.

Kulak... sounds big.

Coast to coast, headquarters in Frisco.

Have you gone to the police?

I got enough trouble without having the cops nosing around.

You got something to hide?

Okay, let's level.

You figure I'm in the rackets, that I run with the hoods.

You said it, I didn't.

Well, I like to think I'm a businessman,

that I supply racing information. Okay?

But maybe we're both a little wrong.

Maybe I'm just a guy trying to make a buck

when making a buck isn't easy.

You go over and you're dead.

How long will it take you to set up... three weeks?

The minute it's running, you're obsolete.

They'll throw you away.

Figure four weeks... You're lucky to get that.

I turn 'em down flat and they'll kill me.

Stand up to them, you may have a chance.

I'll be right beside you.

They figure the government's interested,

maybe they'll lay off.

And if not, the president will lay a wreath on my grave?

You make a deal with Kulak, get in a hole,

you can yell your head off.

No one will be listening.

I have until tomorrow midnight.

Not much time.

I know.

Four weeks is a lot longer.

My New York office.

Eliot.

Thanks anyway.

Eliot Ness?

You in the bookmaking racket now?

Out of the way, Joker.

Yeah, that would make quite an item for Winchell.

Say, Ness, there's a little cigar store in Queens

that you could work from.

What did he want?

What do you think he wanted?

He wanted to know if I had anything to do

with Barrows' killing.

You had a lot to do with it.

25 grand... sort of a down payment.

Take it back

and tell Kulak I'm sticking to his timetable.

Well, then, you'd better not miss the train.

It's the last one out.

On the following morning across the continent,

a highly dangerous piece of cargo was unloaded

from a freighter at a San Francisco dock.

The name... Gregory Pindar,

an alien born in Singapore, raised in Shanghai.

Upon arrival he immediately checked into

one of San Francisco's plush hotels.

Postal telegraph, please.

To Joe Kulak,

Prince William Hotel, New York City.

Arrived with luggage.

Your move.

Signed, Gregory Pindar.

Freddy.

What the...?

♪ ♪

Hello. Ness.

They just dumped Freddy Withers in my lap.

Where are you?

I'm at the office.

Look, it's, uh, it's 9:00 now.

How big an army can you raise in three hours?

Big enough.

I'll wait here and stall them if I have to.

They told me that... Barrigan?

Hello...

Less than 30 minutes later, Eliot Ness, the Untouchables,

and the members of the New York Police Department

found Mike Barrigan's office in a shambles.

Although Barrigan's body was not to be found,

Ness was certain of one thing.

The Syndicate had kept its word...

Barrigan was dead.

Beecher, it won't work.

I think it will.

There isn't a cheap punk around who doesn't know me by sight.

You're right, in the East.

But I'm talking about San Francisco.

That's 2,000 miles from Chicago,

3,000 from New York.

Beecher, there are trains

that go all the way to San Francisco now.

Look, Eliot, I-I don't like undercover work

any more than you do.

We've been pulling in bookies, runners,

hoods from all over the country.

We've learned next to nothing.

What's there to know?

The Organization killed Barrigan,

took over his race wire.

Why would they move headquarters to San Francisco

when 90% of the racetracks are east of the Mississippi?

And why would they put this Pindar in charge of it?

He's been out of the country for years.

Yeah, it's something big, all right.

I want you to find out what.

Oh, I... I realize

there's-there's some risk,

but Pindar's been gone for seven years.

We've determined

the men around him are not Organization men.

Is this a... a volunteer assignment?

Of course.

Uh, let me know what you decide.

I'll drop you a postcard from Fisherman's Wharf.

On September 2, 1934, in San Francisco,

a routine police roundup

had netted some interesting specimens

of underworld life.

All right, boys, hats off.

Griffith Darden.

Stand up straight, Darden.

Griffith Darden, alias Ace Darden.

46 years old.

17 arrests.

Five convictions for bookmaking,

one for felonious assault.

Last conviction May, 1927.

Been going straight, Darden?

That's right.

Like a arrow.

Hmm, yes, well, I don't buy that.

The only reason that you have no recent record

is that you've been out of the country.

You can't prove I done nothing.

And you got no right to b-bring me down here.

I'm clean.

That's all, Darden. Step back.

All right, next.

Louise Bramley, step up.

Louise Bramley.

Thirty-one.

13 arrests.

Seven convictions for soliciting.

How was I to know that he was a cop?

Well, you've seen enough of them, Lou.

Well, he looked too nice to be a cop.

All right, Lou.

All right, step back.

Next.

Frederick Steele.

Step up there, Steele.

Well, come on, come on, step up!

Frederick Whitey Steele.

37 years old.

32 arrests.

Grand theft, armed robbery,

assault with a deadly weapon,

and attempted murder.

You should be proud of your record, Steele.

How many convictions?

You know who asks the questions here.

Why don't you tell the folks what they were for?

Step back, Steele.

What's the matter, you shy?

I'll tell 'em.

Vagrancy,

carrying a concealed weapon, speeding.

I must be public enemy number one, huh?

All right, Steele.

Since you're anxious for me to talk,

you just shut up and listen to me for a while.

We've had your type in San Francisco before.

The hot shot from the East

with a big gun and big connections.

Well, I've got a little information for you.

The smartest thing that you could do

is to hop a train for Chicago or New York,

or some place where you're a big man.

You stay around here,

and we'll make it plenty uncomfortable for you.

Is that clear?

Well, answer me, Steele!

I'm too scared to talk.

All right, Steele, step back!

Ted Schultz.

Welcome to Frisco, Steele.

Yeah, thanks.

It must seem pretty t-tame to you now.

I'm not looking for excitement.

But maybe you're looking for a couple of easy b-bucks.

Maybe what I'm looking for is none of your business, huh?

You been in town long?

Yesterday.

Picked up already?

They were nice enough to meet me at the train.

I ain't been back East in years.

That's right, not Chicago.

You seem pretty sure.

I make it my business to know who's in town.

Just what is your business, Steele?

Private.

Hey, you know Ernie Lesko in Chicago?

Yeah, I knew him.

Before Capone had him rubbed out.

I got a good friend there... Johnny the Dragon.

If he's a good friend, send him a cake.

He's in Joliet doing ten to 20.

You ever drop in to the Culver Club?

Never heard of it.

A little place on the South Side.

Maxie Walton runs it.

You're lying.

There is no Culver Club.

Maxie Walton runs strictly out of Detroit.

Oh, yeah. I guess I got it mixed up.

You didn't get it mixed up.

You're just doing a lousy job of checking me out.

You're pretty wise.

I don't like games, punk!

You want to know something, just ask me.

Then go work on some other patsy.

Hey, no harm meant, Steele.

We just thought we might be interested

in a g-guy with your kind of background.

Good for you.

Here's where we hang out.

Look us up.

You can look me up.

Where'll you be?

Around.

You are arranging that meeting I asked you for?

The head of the operation

in each city we are servicing.

The heads, not errand boys.

You ask a lot, Pindar.

I like to know the men I'm doing business with, don't you?

I know these men, all of them!

But you see, I don't know you.

Good-bye, my friend.

They let you go?

Sure. They did-didn't have nothing on me.

But that didn't stop them from picking you up.

Look, we met a guy there we can use.

That's your opinion.

What's his name?

Whitey Steele.

You don't care for him, Frankie?

No, not much.

He's a loner.

Loners can be dangerous.

Not if you don't t-try to get smart with them.

Look, we've been out of touch.

Now, this guy seems to have a tap on things,

and from what they say,

he knows which end of the gun is which.

I still don't like him.

I'll give you a chance to find out why.

Tail him?

Sounds like

he might make an interesting addition to our little family,

but if Frankie has doubts, let's make sure.

I can pick him up at that pool hall.

We left him there about 15 minutes ago.

Fine.

Griff?

Get the sheet out

and let Frankie worry about your friend, Steele.

Can you catch anything around here?

You can catch pneumonia.

How about you? Get any bites?

From your friend Darden yesterday, nothing since then.

The whole plan may be a washout.

Well, it's a little too early to tell yet.

You know, Eliot, I've been thinking.

If we don't get any action in the next couple of days,

maybe you ought to play it a little less close, huh?

Trouble is, I got to be careful where I show my face.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

So far, so good, though, huh?

So far.

Found out anything about Pindar?

Well, he's clean, except for that race wire,

and we can't prosecute him for that.

Not till Congress passes a few more laws, anyway.

Put a tap on Pindar's wires?

Yeah, both in and out,

but as far as we can tell, it's just race results.

Appears to be more.

Come out of there!

Drop it!

Hello, Frankie.

You're a cop, Steele.

That's right, Frankie.

And you're not going to do a thing about it.

Is your name Pindar?

So I am told.

I dropped by to give you a tip.

Don't send any more

of your cheap punks chasing after me.

What gave you that idea?

Frankie Brendon. I killed him.

Close the door.

And now back to The Untouchables.

Killing one of my men...

That could be a big mistake, Mister, uh...

Steele. Whitey Steele.

Mr. Steele.

Frankie was valuable to me.

Look, he was tailing me.

When I stopped him...

he started getting smart,

so I had to rough him up a little.

Instead of getting really smart, he pulled a gun.

No choice, you understand?

Not really.

You understand, Barrigan?

I think I understand a lot.

I know him.

You do?

Yeah, I know him.

Uh, that is, I know of him.

Used to hang out with some of the boys in Chicago.

Looks like you've created a job opening.

How would you like to fill it?

From what I know, Mr. Steele's not one for crowds.

How much?

Doesn't sound like your kind of work, Steele.

How much?

200 to start, but you could finish much better.

I'll say 250, you'll say 225,

so, let's call it that, huh?

A little warning, Steele.

Now that I'm your boss,

let's call it an order.

There is such a thing as being too handy with a gun.

You sound like a cop.

I don't mind you killing Frankie.

I don't like fumblers myself.

But in a week or so,

I got some important guests coming to town,

and I won't like anything to happen

to call attention to them or to me.

Oh. Sounds pretty big. Anybody I know?

You ask a lot of questions.

That's how I get a lot of answers.

Not this time.

You know how a wire operates?

Pretty much.

Barrigan here will show you around.

He's in charge of operations.

Oh, one more thing, Steele.

We can work together if I respect you.

But I don't respect a man

who shoots off his mouth or his gun too much.

Anything you say, boss.

Results from the major tracks

come into any of the receivers here.

I think you might have let me know.

I was trying to help you.

I think we're about even now.

Thanks for that, anyway.

I don't want thanks and I don't want your help.

All I want is for you to get off my back.

How's it going, Bill? Fine.

Your being here puts us both under the gun.

The information is then sent out by a system of relays

to all bookmaking subscribers.

I'm not here to help.

I thought you were dead.

That's what they wanted you to think.

We use Morse code here.

A lot of our boys were in the war and picked it up.

That night while I was talking to you, Joker dropped by.

Never mind what happened,

but, uh, you figured I'd stay alive four weeks.

They gave me four minutes.

I didn't have to sleep on it.

Meanwhile, you're up to your neck

in whatever dirty business the Organization is running.

Right?

This is the, uh, press where we run off the sheets.

As far as I know, it's strictly horse racing.

If there's more, I'm not trying to find out.

You know it's more than horse racing.

I don't know anything.

After I send you back in there, I don't know you.

If this thing blows up, you go right along with it.

Yeah, I know.

I'm eating and sleeping just like I was alive.

It's been nice knowing you, Eliot.

For a period of ten days,

Eliot Ness was able to learn

little about the Pindar operation.

It was apparently devoted only to the publication

of racing results and information.

Finally, on the night of September 12,

Ness was to get the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Well, that's that.

Monday's not so b-bad.

Lot of tracks are closed.

Thanks.

You're locking up, Griff?

Yeah.

You got out that special edition of the sheet?

It's off the p-press,

but I didn't get it down to the hotel yet.

But you will. Sure.

Sure. Good night, boys.

Good night.

Hey, Whitey,

you got anything on for tonight?

Sort of. Why?

Ah, four or five of the boys are d-dropping by the hotel

for a little unfriendly game of poker.

We could use another chair.

I don't know, I got a date.

A dame, huh?

Uh-huh.

Why don't you d-drop her just for tonight?

I don't know if I can reach her.

She wasn't going to be home till later.

Listen, I-I gotta deliver

that extra batch of sheets.

I'll take off now.

Why don't you t-try to get a hold of her, huh?

I'll be back in ten minutes.

Are you kidding?

It'll take you at least an hour to deliver a new edition.

Not this one.

There's only five copies.

They go to a little joint a c-couple blocks down.

Five copies?

Yeah, it's for special customers.

I'll be right back.

♪ ♪

Be sure you don't get them mixed up

with the regular ones.

You tell me that every time.

If you're so smart, what are you doing s-selling papers?

Well, at least I have my own business.

I'm no delivery boy.

Invite me to your next stockholder's meeting.

Hey, delivery boy!

I forget which is which.

You're a regular F-Fred Allen.

14th Precinct. Rubin.

I want Lieutenant Stanwood.

Who wants him?

Tell him Whitey Steele.

He's on another phone.

Can I help you?

I'll wait for Stanwood.

Suit yourself.

He may be a while.

Look, I haven't got a while.

Will you tell him I'm on the line?

Oh, fine.

Next, you're gonna tell me

you'll have me walking a beat again.

Hold it, governor, here he is.

Guy named Steele.

Hello. Is this Steele?

Yeah, Whitey Steele. Now, listen...

Now listen, I said Whitey Steele.

Yeah, that's right.

Whitey Steele.

Tell her I'll call her back, huh?

Thanks.

Let's go. You can call her from my place.

Where's that?

The P-P... Oh, what's the difference?

Come on.

I'll see that and raise you five.

I believe you.

You in?

Yeah, there's one born every minute.

Jacks full.

Hey, Whitey, you still worried about that dame?

Yeah, I'll try once more.

Deal me out.

See if she's got four friends.

Hiya, baby. Whitey.

Yeah, I know. I tried to call you earlier.

Now, look, baby, I, uh, I gotta break it tonight.

Ah, look, I was counting on it, too, you know that.

Now, look, baby, the boss asked me over

to play some cards. Now what could I do, huh?

Hey, boss, are you in?

After the game?

Uh, that's, uh, it's too late.

We're at the Hotel Portola.

That's a good hour from your place.

Baby, baby, I'm sorry.

Sure.

Hey, Whitey, hurry it up.

I want your money in this next p-pot.

Okay, baby, we'll make it tomorrow.

Good.

Good night.

Okay, you're next.

Thanks for inviting me over, Griff.

Come on, come on.

Don't touch.

I just had it cleaned.

Boy, he plays it like he owns t-the joint.

Yeah.

This one's named Whitey Steele.

All right, Barker, leave us alone.

Well, he's acting pretty tough.

Barker, he's here on a gambling charge.

Do you think that he's going to make a break for it, hmm?

No, sir.

All right, Barker, thank you very much.

I'm glad I'm working with you, not under you.

Well, you know how it is.

How are you, Eliot?

You got something new, huh?

A little present.

What's this?

That's Pindar's race sheet.

I can pick this up at any newsstand.

I'm afraid not.

Here's the one you buy.

Look at them.

Well, they look the same.

Look closer.

Here. "Narragansett:

Weather clear, track fast."

Over here, "Narragansett:

Weather clear, track lightning fast."

Back again, "Charlie's Boy: Chance at the weights."

"Charlie's Boy: Chance at feather impost."

There is a difference, huh?

There are probably other changes.

You'd better have the code boys check it out, huh?

Okay.

Can't tell you what it means,

but I'm sure it's tied in with this.

Well, I, uh...

I don't know what it says either.

Have a pretty good idea what it's been wrapped around.

Oh?

Heroin, huh?

The way I see it, Pindar spent the last seven years

lining up suppliers in the Orient.

I don't see how the race wire is tied in with this.

As soon as a shipment arrived,

Pindar could let the dealers know about it

in a matter of minutes.

How?

In each town the bookies printed up

special scratch sheets like this one in code.

That's how he got information to the local dealers.

I see.

And Barrigan is handling the physical end of it, huh?

I don't think Barrigan's tied in with the narcotics set up.

Pindar's playing it pretty close.

You know, if you're right, you can stop this masquerade.

Not yet.

Pindar's called a meeting for tomorrow night.

I want to be there.

Mm. It must be a special meeting.

It is.

Better stand by.

You might get an invitation.

The rumaki is excellent.

It's the specialty of the house,

but I'm afraid you're not a devotee of Oriental cuisine.

Is everything all set up for tomorrow night?

Everything.

I got here early because Mr. Kulak wants to be

very sure that there are no slip ups.

If there are any slip ups,

they won't occur through my failures,

but through unnecessary interference.

I want to know how you're checking the boys in

and how we keep it private.

Darden and Steele will be at the door checking identities.

Now, who are they?

Two of my boys.

Griff Darden from Cleveland?

He was with me in the Orient.

Who's Steele?

Whitey Steele.

Chicago?

I believe so. Why?

I used to know a Whitey Steele.

Never mind. I'll meet him tomorrow night.

Well, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.

I've been waiting seven years for tomorrow.

So, for your sake, Mr. Kulak's sake,

but mostly for my sake,

I'm going to check the plans again

so that there is no possibility of a slip up.

Good night.

I never heard of Whitey Steele.

The Whitey Steele I knew was a punk hood

running booze in the old days.

Got sent up for a stretch,

then dropped out of sight.

There's only one thing wrong.

Last year in Akron...

he got himself killed.

On the morning of August 13, 1934,

the rats began to infest San Francisco.

They poured into the Bay Area from 24 cities.

Top men in their field here to attend a meeting

that would launch a new cartel of crime.

At the same time,

in an expensive establishment on Geary Street,

their host made plans to welcome them.

Must've cost a couple of grand

to rent a place like this even for the night.

At least.

Uh-huh, shapes that pass in the night.

Huh? Never mind.

Here's a list of the men

you have to pick up and their hotels.

Get a couple of the boys.

Sure are a l-lot of Smiths and Browns.

That's why I want you and Steele

at the door checking identities.

Get somebody else for that job.

I thought I hired you.

Not as a doorman.

Look, Pindar, I'll level with you.

I, uh... I'm on the Coast

'cause I made a few too many enemies back East.

Now, I don't know who these Smiths and Browns are,

but I'd just as soon they didn't know I was around.

Your value to me is that you are familiar

with the Organization men.

You know your way around the Organization,

don't you, Barrigan?

Not as well as you might think.

I want a complete rundown of everyone here tonight.

I've been out of touch for seven years.

If there's a troublemaker, if there's a ringer...

if any of these boys

have big eyes for my job, I want to know it.

That's your job tonight.

I can get a pretty good view from up here.

Wherever you like.

Meanwhile, Griff, you'd better

get those drivers assigned for the pickups.

I'll be back in the office if you need me.

I need time to prepare my little lecture.

Black tie, gentlemen.

Barrigan.

Hold it a minute.

What do you want?

I want to know if you know

the name of the game you're playing?

Don't talk riddles.

You're up to your neck in trouble.

You've played that tune before.

This time, I know the words.

Narcotics.

You're dreaming.

What do you think this class reunion is for tonight?

He's going to spell out the details.

Why tell me?

Maybe I wanted to be sure

you didn't know anything about it.

I didn't.

It doesn't help, does it, Eliot?

No.

If I'm working for a narcotics ring,

it'd be a pretty smart move to start protecting myself.

Keep talking.

Your being out of the way would solve a lot of problems.

You planning on having me killed?

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

So long... Steele.

Put him on. It's Whitey Steele.

Of course, I will answer any questions.

I have talked long enough, gentlemen.

Now I suggest we adjourn for refreshments.

You'll find that's the last thing I'll ever give away.

Hey, Pindar.

I've been waiting all night to meet Whitey Steele.

Oh, he's around someplace.

Ah, no, he ain't.

Well, if he isn't, he will be.

I hope so.

We'll probably try a few dry runs next week,

and then we'll start playing for real.

My inventory is getting rather large.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Ah, yes.

The code was my own little invention.

His own invention.

Drink up, gentlemen.

Charlie Raven, the boy from Miami?

He's quite a talker, but I think you can trust him.

I'm not so sure about Willie Kabek.

He's good all right, but the Pittsburgh cops

are breathing down his neck.

Hello, Ness.

Hello, Joker.

What's this all about?

You just sold me 50% of your end, Pindar.

You've been to the bottle once too often.

Darden, bring Barrigan up here.

He must be in on it, too.

In on what?

Mr. Pindar, I would like you to meet Mr. Ness.

Mr. Eliot Ness.

Ness, Steele... What's the difference?

About 20 years to life.

Our friend, Joker, is trying to tell you I'm a federal agent.

Pretty good joke, huh, Pindar?

Joe Kulak will laugh his head off.

He's going to laugh until you die.

Imagine.

Hiring Eliot Ness to peddle dope.

You're not going to tell him.

Well, he's my boss.

We could work out something.

I already worked it out... 50%.

That's robbery.

Cops. There are c-cops all over the place.

What are you talking about?

Outside... there must be a couple of dozen of them!

Start talking, Ness.

Griff just told you.

Your meeting's been adjourned.

So what?

They've got nothing on us.

We're just giving a little party.

That's right.

There's a couple of men downtown

collecting the party favors out of your safe, Pindar.

What does he mean, Pindar?

Tell him what I mean.

I mean you just blackmailed yourself

into 50% of nothing, Joker.

What's he talking about?

The heroin was in my safe.

You stupid pig!

Shut up!

The years you'll spend on Alcatraz will make

your last seven years seem like a weekend vacation.

Don't listen.

We'll get you out of here.

Unless what?

Give yourself up.

Tell them how the whole plan works.

Name names, and maybe they'll give you a break.

Keep your mouth shut!

Now, don't do it.

Kulak will kill both of us.

Police will give you protection.

What guarantee do I get?

No guarantee.

Pindar.

Pindar, don't take one step out of this room.

STANWOOD: Attention!

This is Police Captain Stanwood.

The house is surrounded.

Now, everyone in there

come out with your hands in the air.

Come out quietly, and nobody will be hurt.

I repeat.

Come out with your hands in the air.

Get up, Ness.

You're my ticket out of here.

That about all of them, sir?

Where is Ness?

Captain... Captain, I have to talk to you.

Get him back there.

I walk out of here or Ness dies.

Do you hear me?!

Yeah. Yeah, I hear you.

Then have them get back.

All right, h-hold it, boys.

Captain...

I'm walking to my car and driving out of here.

I see anybody following, Ness gets a bullet.

How far do you think you're going to get?

We'll get!

Now move them back.

I don't want nobody in back of me!

He can't kill me.

He'll lose his shield.

But I can hurt him pretty good.

Now you got one minute.

How do we know that you're not going to kill him anyway?

When I get clear, I'll cut him loose.

You have to believe me.

No more stalling.

The minute is up.

Please, Captain, please.

All right, boys.

Get back.

Hold it right there, Joker.

Don't try to be a hero, Barrigan.

You were working together.

Now get out of my way.

I got a deal going, Joker.

I get you, they go easy on me.

You'll have to kill him to get me,

and they don't want Ness dead.

I'm not particular.

My deal is for you.

You're bluffing... You're in with him!

What do you call these?

You still wouldn't kill him.

Try me.

Now throw the gun down.

You hurt badly, Eliot?

I don't think so.

Thanks, Barrigan.

For what?

I got a deal.

Empty gun... that's... not much of a deal.

I take what I can get.

Thanks anyway.

Don't get any ideas, Eliot.

Whatever I did, I did for yours truly.

Yeah... of course you did.

All right.

Let's go get you patched up, huh?

A giant narcotics ring smashed, Eliot Ness returned to Chicago.

Mike Barrigan was tried and convicted

for his part in the operation,

but the recommendation for leniency

resulted in a parole after serving 18 months in prison.

But for Eliot Ness, the true character of Mike Barrigan

was to go down as an unsolved case.

The Untouchables.