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I dropped my handkerchief.

Still the same time?

In six minutes, when I yell,

you bring the doctor... fast.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness,

co-starring James Westerfield,

with special guest star Neville Brand,

and narrated by Walter Winchell.

At 5:00 on the morning of August 19, 1934,

a transcontinental train journey began

which was to be unique in history.

Its destination was...

the new escape-proof prison on the island of Alcatraz,

and its passengers were 54

case-hardened and desperate criminals,

headed by the gangster overlord

whose deeds had given him the undisputed title

of Public Enemy Number One, Scarface Al Capone.

With the aid of a Chicago organization

and a dishonest guard named Lafferty,

Capone had conceived a monumental plan...

One that would affect his delivery from the train

and ultimately land him safely out of the country.

We fly him from here down to Mexico,

get him over to the east, and before you know it,

he's on a boat to Italy.

On the eve of the Big Train's departure, Eliot Ness,

in a telephone conversation with the warden

of Atlanta Penitentiary,

picked up a scrap of information

which indicated a course of action for the Untouchables.

The information concerned a former cell mate of Al Capone's

at Atlanta who had been released to Chicago

on parole six weeks earlier.

Okay, Warden, thanks.

Bill, call the parole board office.

A man named Benny Marcus, released from Atlanta June 29...

Find out where he lives. Right.

Who's Marcus?

Shared a cell with Capone.

Serving two years for stealing company funds while on the job.

What job was that?

Railroad detective.

That's quite a coincidence.

Sure is.

Worked for seven different railroad lines.

Traveled back and forth across the country hundreds of times.

Must know every inch of track, every switchover,

every water stop, all the schedules.

Where does he ask to be paroled?

To Chicago.

Here it is.

Benny Marcus... formerly Atlanta, arrived Chicago, July 2.

Residence... 169 Carvan Street.

Let's go.

The Untouchables, informed by the parole board

of the address of Benny Marcus,

converged on a boarding house at 169 Carvan Street.

Mr. Marcus, your people are here.

Come right in.

He's all ready to leave.

His bags is packed and everything.

You mean Benny Marcus?

Who else? Come...

Second floor front.

You can't miss it.

If he's expecting someone,

maybe I'd better stay down here.

Right.

Come in.

Have a seat a second, fellas, I'll be through in a minute.

Just bought me a nice new map.

I thought I'd make up a nice clean...

Going someplace, Benny?

Who are you guys?

Give me that. You got no right to...

Benny, you're a two-time loser.

We know you're in on the attempt to get Capone off the train.

If you go up this time, it'll be for good, so come on, talk.

I don't know what you mean.

Who's coming here to meet you? Who's picking you up?

All right, we'll go downstairs and wait.

A couple of guys are coming.

Don't come in! The cops are here!

This one's in bad shape.

Can't move.

Jack, give Rossi a hand.

He's paralyzed.

A lady's calling an ambulance.

He'll never make it.

Benny, can you speak?

Lee, the map.

Benny, listen, you're not going to make it.

We know they're going to try to deliver Capone from the train.

Where?

Where'll it be?

Now here's the map.

Just point.

Point to where it'll be.

Eliot, I found this on that other guy.

Two clues... slender clues only...

To guide the Untouchables.

Benny Marcus had attempted to pinpoint

the rendezvous location for the delivery of Capone.

He had traced the route as far as Denver, Colorado,

but had died before he was able to complete the information...

And a card, Lone Eagle Flying Service,

Salt Lake City... Chartered flights

in comfortable private airplanes.

All right, sir, I understand.

Good night, Mr. Cummings, thank you.

He says it's impossible

to change the route of the train beyond Denver.

The arrangements are made.

Every railroad employee has been checked out for honesty.

If we try to alter anything now,

it'll just cause a big mess of confusion.

So, we're on our own.

He wants us to stick with it and do whatever we think best.

Which means we fly to Salt Lake.

It's the only lead we've got.

Early the following morning,

Eliot Ness and his men took off for the Utah capital.

Meanwhile, the Big Train bored steadily

across the Arkansas flatlands to its destination.

I thought you'd better take a look at this, Doc.

It don't feel too good.

We wouldn't want me to be getting lockjaw or something

from blood poisoning, now would we?

Just when I'm looking forward to enjoying myself at Alcatraz.

How'd this happen? Knife?

Aw, come on, Doc, what's the matter?

Don't you read the front pages?

Oh yes, a fight in the barber shop, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Guy grabs a pair of shears, stabs me in the arm.

Cell mate of mine, too.

I trusted him like a buddy.

Just up and stabbed you for no reason, eh?

Yeah. It's hard to figure.

Guess he wanted to make himself a big man, eh?

He heard I was being shipped out

and thinks to himself, "I'm gonna grab myself a reputation.

He's the guy that cut Capone."

Yeah.

Maybe he was jealous because he's not a big enough shot

to go on this train to Alcatraz. Right, Al?

Yeah.

How much you make a year, Doc?

Enough.

You don't care about the money at all, do you?

Ah, it must be a wonderful thing...

To be a servant for people in pain,

and always thinking about

how much good you can do in the world.

It sure must give you some great satisfaction, huh, Doc?

You know, when I was a little boy in Italy, I...

I dreamed that I was gonna be a doctor someday.

But it just didn't work out.

All right, guard, you can bring those prisoners back.

I'm through here.

I wonder if I'm ever gonna see Italy again.

At 3:00 p.m. on August the 19th,

the Untouchables landed in Salt Lake City.

They proceeded at once to the office

of the Lone Eagle Flying Service.

You fellas wait out here.

Lee and I will go inside.

By a curious quirk of timing,

members of the two opposing forces passed each other

without recognition.

The man was Seth Gordon of Vancouver, BC,

and the suitcase he carried

contained close to $300,000 for use as payoff money

to the western gangsters hired to deliver Al Capone

from the Atlanta train.

Afternoon.

Is your plane available?

We were thinking of taking a little vacation trip.

That all depends. When would this be?

Oh, right away. Anytime. Today, tomorrow?

Aw, uh, gee, I'm sorry, mister, I'm probably booked all week.

At least, I won't know for sure for a day... maybe two.

Sounds mysterious.

You mean, you're just holding your plane?

You don't know how long?

It is kind of weird.

I never made a deal like this before,

but as long as they put the money on the line, you know...

Somebody's paying you just to sit around and wait

till he gets ready to take a flight?

A fact, mister, 250 simoleons a day...

And that's just the option money...

I get my regular dough as pilot plus mileage

plus a bonus when we get to Mexico.

Not bad, eh?

Whew! Who is this guy, John D. Rockefeller?

No, not quite.

Confidentially, we're sneaking him off down to Mexico

so he can divorce his wife.

That's why he don't want to let on which day he's leaving, see?

The ball and chain might move in...

Throw a legal curve at him or something.

Get the picture?

What is he, some old duck that wants to get married

to a new chick, eh?

I don't know. I haven't met him yet.

I've been dealing with his lawyer.

Hey, you must have practically bumped into him on your way in.

Dapper fella with a moustache

carrying a suitcase.

Was that him?

Yeah. Hey...

A little sight for sore eyes he just brought me.

Wow, $1,000... paid to the order of Fred Noonan.

Is that you?

Yep. They call that thing a cashier's check... good as gold.

Well, Mr. Noonan, maybe we can postpone our flight

till you're free.

You say this man could be taking a flight anytime

now, huh?

Yeah. Anytime at all.

All I know is, we're supposed to take off

sometime before the 22nd.

You can't carry enough gas

to fly all the way to Mexico, can you?

That's what I told Mr. Green. He said we had to set down

to pick up the client anyway. We'll gas up there.

Mr. Green's gonna contact you? You can't contact him?

Nope.

That's why I gotta stick around here, see?

He's someplace without a phone.

He'll either show up or send a telegram.

Well, Mr. Noonan, we may call you

in a couple of days, see if you're available.

Hey, you do that, huh?

I'm wide open after I get back from this one.

Good enough.

What about him?

This man's okay.

They're just using him.

We'll have to stake out.

The man we want will be along,

or else there'll be a telegram delivered.

When? Today?

Today, tomorrow, he doesn't know.

All they told him was to stand by.

They're paying him plenty just to stay available

for takeoff anytime between now and the 22nd.

Do you figure this is the plan

they expect to get Capone out of the country with?

I don't think there's a doubt of it. Do you, Lee?

I'll take odds on it.

Picking up a client by the 22nd,

taking him to Mexico.

It'll have to be by the 22nd.

That's the date the train arrives in Alcatraz.

Well, why do you suppose

they haven't given Capone a definite time yet?

They must know exactly where they're going

to spring Capone from that train.

Sure, they do, but they didn't know exactly

when that train was leaving Atlanta

until just before we found out.

True.

Well, if it's someplace west of Denver, like we think,

that'd make it the 21st.

Tomorrow. Train's due through Denver 11:00 a.m.

I'm gambling it'll be closer to here.

It'll be just as easy to hire a plane in Denver.

Well, that's all we got.

On the morning of August 21,

while Eliot Ness and the Untouchables

waited impatiently for developments in Salt Lake City,

the Big Train from Atlanta rolled across Kansas,

with Denver scheduled for the next stop

for provisions and refueling.

And, some 32 miles northeast of San Francisco,

the town of Cloverville, California, doze peacefully,

unaware that it had been chosen

to be the rendezvous for a train holdup

planned on a scale that would have put to shame

the desperados of the Old West.

Well, Sheriff, it looks like we got a lot of strange company

in Cloverville this morning.

Three carloads of them.

Yeah.

Know any of them?

Let's go see who it is.

Sheriff Warren? Yes, sir.

I'm Henry Nelson.

This is Frank Dudley.

How do you do? How are you, Sheriff?

He's from the Attorney General's office in Washington.

You, uh... you were expecting us?

From Washington?

I don't think we've heard anything. Have we, Jerry?

I don't recall anything, Sheriff.

You Deputy Sheriff Matthews?

That's right.

Well, the word will probably come down this morning.

It's the train.

You know about the special

from Atlanta Penitentiary that's on the way?

Oh, yeah. The men in the freight yards have all the dope.

It's coming through tomorrow, isn't it?

That's right.

The department has just gotten a tip

from some of its underworld connections

that there's a scheme to grab the train

and get some of those criminals off.

There's strong evidence that Cloverville could be the spot.

Cloverville? Gosh! Do you really think that these guys...?

The department doesn't want to take any chances,

so we'll be stationed here

until that train gets checked out safe and sound.

Meantime, I'd like to talk to the stationmaster

and some of the employees over at the freight yard.

Can you show us where it is?

Oh, sure. Glad to. You come along, Jerry.

All right. Hey, Doc, we'll be out, maybe an hour.

You got a jail in there, Sheriff?

Oh, yeah, but no customers just now.

You see, this is a nice, quiet town, you know?

Let's hope we can keep it that way.

Yes, sir. Station's right up this way, sir.

You men cover the key points in town.

From the teller at the Victoria Bank of Vancouver,

it was discovered that the cashier's check

made out to Fred Noonan

had been drawn for one Victor Gordon,

and that Gordon, on that same day,

acting as attorney for the Volpone Corporation,

had withdrawn funds amounting

to more than a quarter of a million American dollars.

That's that.

Volpone is one of Capone's holdings

and, ten to one, Victor Gordon is the Mr. Green

that Noonan was talking to.

He's either going to show up or send a telegram.

Right. Well, we'll just have to sit and wait it out.

During the next two hours,

the physical layout of the Cloverville Station

and switchover was subjected to thorough scrutiny.

And stationmaster Jed Ryan answered questions

pertinent to the operation of the yard.

Vantage points from which an attacking party

might launch an offensive against the train

were examined, details of schedules gone into.

So there's no more traffic until after tomorrow, right?

The rest of the trains go straight through.

They're highballs.

Listen to him talk. "Highballs."

Where did you learn that railroad talk, mister?

Well, I did a little studying

when I found out I was gonna get this job.

Here's where we switch her over to the northwestern line.

Uh-huh. And just where will the two cars

with the prisoners be when they stop?

Well, let's see. Uh...

Number One coach should be just about there,

then diner, then, uh... Number Two coach.

Eh...

Speak of the devil.

That's probably your Atlanta bobtail now.

Atlanta what?

Oh, they didn't teach you that, eh?

Bobtail: a bounce.

Oh, she's a short train.

She's supposed to check in at Grand Junction.

We're with him. We're in the outfit.

Oh. Hello, fellas.

You get all settled?

Sure. How's everything here?

Oh, just fine. Everybody's been very cooperative.

What are they saying, Bud?

"Atlanta Special on time to Grand Junction.

"Expect at Cloverville 11:00 a.m. on 22nd.

"Government men will arrive Cloverville

"from Denver morning of 22nd.

"Advise extreme caution in treating

"with strangers or any persons representing themselves

"to be Department of Justice or any Washington agency.

"Examine credentials thoroughly,

checking photographs with bearer identification, etcetera."

22nd? Well, this is only the 21st.

Well, Sheriff, we, uh, want to play it safe.

We got here a little early.

Oh. Well, we like to play it safe, too,

so I guess we'd better follow instructions.

Can I see your credentials, please?

Well, Sheriff, I guess we just plumb forgot to bring them.

Well, we'll have to do something about that.

Now, we're all going to spend a whole day together.

So let's everybody just try

to make it as nice as possible, hmm?

That way, nobody gets hurt.

Any more than necessary.

At 11:30 a.m. on August 21,

24 hours before the scheduled arrival of the Big Train,

the first stage of Al Capone's monumental plan

for escape was accomplished.

The western gang, led by Erik "The Swede" Hollick

and Handsome Johnny Rollins,

was in control of the railroad yard,

and moved now to take over

the rest of the town of Cloverville.

On the afternoon of August 21, the Big Train,

which had the right of way all along the route,

gained time steadily as it steamed down the slope

of the Rockies into western Colorado.

Here comes the warden.

You think he knows something?

Al, do you think he knows something?

About what? About tomorrow.

What we're gonna pull when we get to that place.

Diaz, you're an absolute dope.

You keep up worrying like this,

I'm not gonna take you with me.

Now, I'm not kidding, you've got...

You've got to realize that he's got all these big problems.

Guys with chips on their shoulders.

Well, hello, Warden.

Now ain't this weird, though?

I was only just talking to Diaz here about you.

Is that so?

Warden, if you've got just a second,

I, uh... well, with me going to Alcatraz and all,

I may not get a chance to talk to you again.

So, at a time like this,

a guy gets thinking about himself.

And I just want to say, I ain't sore about anything.

And I know you got a big job handling people like us.

And you're a real good guy at heart.

That's an opinion I haven't heard too often.

Well, anyhow, when we get to the Rock,

Al Capone's gonna watch his p's and q's.

You just see if he don't.

Good, Capone. Glad to hear it.

Hey, you're right. What you say, Al.

He ain't a bad fellow.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow morning, when they spring me,

if I've got one second to spare with a gun...

Just one second... I'm gonna let him have it.

And now back to...

In the airport at Salt Lake City,

the Untouchables maintained their stakeout

of the Lone Eagle Flying Service office

with increasing impatience as the fruitless minutes went by.

The Big Train was now only 16 hours from its destination.

Eliot, could it be this whole lead is a hoax

to get us to hang around here

while they pull off the job someplace else miles away?

Yes, it's possible.

Jimmy?

Take this over to The Lone Eagle Flying Service

for me, will you?

Government business.

You just sent a wire to the Lone Eagle Flying Service.

May I see a copy, please?

Sure. I... I guess so.

Here it is. It's signed "Green."

The message?

"Tonight. Stop. 11:42 p.m. Have full tank." Signed "Green."

Thank you.

11:42. What kind of a cockeyed time

for an appointment is that?

It's the natural thing to send if you're coming...

If you're coming in a train or...

Sure. A plane.

11:42. There we are.

From Chicago.

That figures.

Flight Three from Chicago arrived as scheduled

at 11:42 p.m. the night of August 21.

Disembarking were three of Capone's senior hoods...

Joe Giambatista, Three-Fingered Jack White

and Gus Menkin.

They were escorted, without delay,

to the office of the Lone Eagle Flying Service.

This is your pilot, Fred Noonan.

How are you, Mr. Green?

Now, I guess we can discuss destination, huh?

Destination? Don't ask me.

I don't know and I don't want to know.

Besides, I won't even be aboard that plane.

Well, well.

Our old friends from Chicago.

Joe Giambatista... Gus Menkin...

There's one I don't know.

Three-Fingered Jack White.

You just point that crate toward sunny California.

We'll get there.

Okay. You keep on playing this close to the chest

if you want to, but I ought to at least get to know

how far the first lap is.

I got a full tank now, but how do I know if I got enough?

Okay, Freddie boy, we'll give you that.

We got it measured out practically to the inch.

First lap is 440 miles.

You could make that on a tankful, can't ya?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

Okay. Get over to your plane

and get ready to take off, huh?

What, uh, what time they expecting you?

We'll be getting there around 8:00 a.m.

It'll give us a couple of hours

to wait before the train gets there.

You know any of these boys?

Never laid eyes on them.

They're western boys,

supposed to be the best.

Neddie hired them, the whole mob.

They don't know us either.

All they know is three guys are coming in

on a Lone Eagle airplane.

Well, let's get this show on the road, huh?

So long, Seth. Joe.

Nice seeing ya. Yeah.

Gus...

Hey, don't forget this.

Fat chance.

All right, everybody, hold it right there!

Come on.

Put out the fire.

Hold onto him.

I don't know anything. I don't know a thing.

You know plenty, Gordon. You brought the money.

It's to pay off the boys who are gonna

deliver Capone, isn't it? Come on, talk.

Maybe you can cut down your rap.

Well, that's all I did was to bring the money.

Where? Where's the rendezvous? Where do they hit the train?

I don't know. I never was told.

He's probably telling the truth.

Remember, that's what he said before

when he didn't know we were listening.

Ask the Chicago boys... Giambatista,

Three-Fingered Jack White, Menkin.

They know. They're gonna take him on the plane.

Ask them. Make them talk.

Not anymore they won't.

I told him who we are.

This is horrible, just horrible.

Yes, it is.

Let me see that map of yours, will you?

Lee, you got the railroad map with the train route.

How far did he say in miles? 400 and...

40.

440 miles.

What's the scale?

A hundred to an inch.

What's "3 CF" mean?

Third-class airfield.

Cloverville. That's it.

The train goes right through Cloverville.

SW. Let's see what the code is on that.

"Five-minute stop for a switchover."

Is your plane okay?

Yeah, I think so. I'll check it.

How long would it take you to fly 440 miles?

Oh, I can do 90, 95.

Why, how do you mean?

What are you thinking?

I was thinking that about 8:00 a.m.

they're going to be expecting a Lone Eagle airplane

which will be carrying three guys they've never seen before.

At 5:30 on the morning of August 22,

the Big Train steamed down the western slope

of the Sierra Nevadas, into California

on the last stage of its journey.

The strain was beginning to tell on the guards,

as Capone had known it would.

20 minutes more had been gained.

Lafferty's information was correct.

The train would now arrive

at the rendezvous point, Cloverville, in five hours.

Meanwhile, Eliot Ness and the Untouchables

had flown to San Francisco

in order to confer with Edward A. Garth,

West Coast head of the department,

and to formulate a plan which entailed desperate risks,

but seemed the only course of action remaining.

All right then, Operator, get me

any Cloverville number. I'm just...

We're sorry, sir.

If you will leave a message...

Mama mia, I don't want to leave a message.

Let me have the sheriff's office, please.

All telephone communication with Cloverville

has been temporarily suspended.

We expect service will be resumed later today.

Thank you.

The same answer.

No question about it... She can't talk.

Must have the whole town like that.

I guess the only thing to do, Ed...

We can't stop the train... We go in in force.

They'll massacre everybody there, yeah.

Well, okay. Let's see.

It's a good 38 miles.

Better give us an hour's head start. Right.

Bill, you and Rico go with Ed.

Good.

Say, how is Noonan holding up?

Seems okay.

See you later, huh?

I hope.

Was that railroad out there

when Jesse James used to be around?

It came through in 1890.

He never pulled anything as big as this, though, did he, Pop?

Just shows how much you know.

Jesse James didn't hold up no trains.

You're thinking of the Reno Brothers.

Learn something new every day, don't you, Pop?

Well. You relaxing?

Getting a good rest, Mrs. Ryan?

Oh, no, you shouldn't do that, Mrs. Ryan, because we're gonna

have to tie you nice people up in a couple of hours.

Any sign of the boys with the money?

They'll be along. We won't worry about 'em.

Tell me, whatever became of the Reno Brothers?

They shot 'em down like dogs.

You don't say.

My goodness.

What is the trouble, Officer?

You have to detour, mister, just like the sign says.

Detour! We are very important officials

of a very important organization

and we ain't gonna detour no place.

Okay, mister, you be a good fellow and turn around.

We are not good fellows.

We are Tigers.

And now, let's get that straight immediately.

Rrrright?

Rrrright.

And Tigers do not detour.

Well, you guys are gonna have to, see?

Sheriff's orders.

We are due in the next town

for a club breakfast inside of ten minutes,

and if you subject us to this unnecessary delay,

the first thing we will do upon our arrival there

is to raise a big stink.

Rrrright!

You know to whom?

To my wife's cousin, whom happens to be

the local chief of police there,

and he will come back here in a hurry

and tell you guys what's for.

Now, where's your Sheriff?

♪ Oh, give me a home... ♪

These guys are just loaded enough to do like he says.

What time is it?

Ten after 8:00.

Whew. That's all we need,

a bunch from that other town piling in here in half an hour.

Look, they want to see the sheriff.

I'll take them in.

Okay, mister, you win.

We'll go see the sheriff.

Now you're talking.

Rrrright?

Rrrright. Right.

Okay, you guys, we're here.

Now, pile out!

Let's get this thing over with pronto.

Rrrright?

Rrrright! Rrrright! Rrrright!

Come on!

What happened to our buddy?

Where'd he go? Oh, there he is.

Come on, you guys!

Where's the Sheriff?

Right in there.

♪ Home, home on the range... ♪

Hey, what is this, anyway?

Hey, we're Tigers!

All right, get in there!

All right, come on.

What's going on here?

Federal agents.

Oh. Come on, Doc.

We'll be seeing you, Fred.

Good luck.

You Giambatista?

That's me.

How're things going?

Great. Just the way we laid it out.

It sure took some planning.

Great organization.

Got to hand it to you guys.

Well, you get two guys like The Swede and Johnny Rollins

running the caper and you're in, fella.

Hey, we're late. Come on, now.

I'll take you guys down to the depot.

The airport guy. Had him tied up in there.

Caught him trying to make a phone call out.

Could he have used the phone?

No, but he didn't know that.

I just didn't like the idea.

Unaware that Ness and his men had completed the first stage

of their daring masquerade,

Garth and the others waited anxiously

in the sheriff's office for a pre-arranged signal.

Gag 'em?

No, I don't think so.

There's gonna be a lot of racket.

Not likely anybody's gonna hear them.

Chicago boys are here.

Well, you fellas cut it kinda fine.

I was starting to worry about you.

Had a little engine trouble.

Well, I'm Hollick. Joe.

Johnny Rollins.

How are you?

Joe Giambatista, Jack White, Gus Menkin.

Giambatista?

You don't look Italian.

Neither do you.

Yeah, that's a fact.

Everybody calls me "The Swede."

I'm a Norwegian.

Fact is, I hate Swedes. Naw, I don't really.

Is this the right dope there on the board?

Uh-huh.

That old rattler must be really humming along.

We should show you boys a little action

in about 20 minutes.

Is that the dough?

That's it.

Mind if I take a look at it?

Help yourselves.

Oh, isn't that a lovely sight?

Hi.

How do you get tipped when the train's coming in?

Got a man in that tower down there.

There's signals all along the line.

He'll relay them.

He'll also give them a bit of trouble from the rear

when the train pulls in.

This thing's been jamming on me,

must be dirt in the cylinder.

Got your boys all set?

Yeah.

They'll duck inside when we get the word.

Hey, where's Lipinsky? He'll be right back.

He and my brother stopped off at the jail.

See how she feels now.

That's Eliot.

He made it.

Ten minutes, he said.

How long will it take us to get there?

It's right up the street.

All right, we wait.

Here he comes.

I dropped my handkerchief.

Still the same time?

Okay.

In six minutes, when I yell, you bring the doctor.

Fast.

Eliot Ness had no way of knowing

whether Garth and the others had heard his signal,

or in fact, if they had succeeded

in entering the town at all.

Ness had waited until the last moment

to be sure that the gangsters would be bunched together

at their attacking posts.

He faced a vital decision...

Whether to take action now unaided and outnumbered,

or to await the arrival of the train

with wholesale bloodshed a certainty,

and the chance that Capone might effect his escape

in the confusion.

It's a great little invention, tear gas.

You boys use it?

Yeah, sometimes.

That's the latest model,

the kind they're gonna use at Alcatraz.

Oh, they're great.

I think maybe we'll go outside and get our car.

It's a good idea.

Say, you know the way to the airfield?

Sure.

Jack.

Jack.

Hey, he's calling ya.

Huh? Oh, okay, Joey.

You, uh... you are the fella they call

Three-Fingers Jack White, ain't ya?

That's me.

Well, how come, uh... Well, I, uh...

I tell ya, I, uh, I-I swore off since,

but I used to be quite a guy with the whiskey.

I took it straight. I had a habit.

I'd walk into my favorite saloon and I'd just do this, see?

And the bartender would pour me a straight shot... three fingers.

Hey, that's pretty good.

Yeah, eh...

Marty... tail our Chicago friends.

See if you can hear what they're talking about.

Now what was the idea of that?

Don't you trust nobody in your old age?

Well, an Italian that don't seem like no Italian,

a guy they call "Three Fingers"

has got two good fists full.

Well, I'm probably wrong,

but my bad knee's been aching again.

Is that right?

Sorry, Eliot, think I got away with it?

There's six of 'em coming up the street. Feds.

I know the head guy from San Francisco: Garth.

Grab some hand grenades, get up on the balcony,

you and Doug, and don't miss!

Help, Doctor!

Help!

Doctor!

Guess we'll have to root 'em out.

Right.

Okay, let's go.

Help!

Sit down! Sit down! Sit down!

Ooh!

How'd you do this?

How do I know? In my sleep, I guess.

One of these things.

Here. You can't work around these so good, Doc.

Ooh!

Here, hold this for me.

No, no!

Oh, no!

I give up!

Hey, we stopped.

Yes, we did.

All right, guard, you can put the irons back on.

Say, Doc, they want you out there in the station.

Me? What is it? Some wounded men.

Big gunfight. They tried to hold up the train.

Tried to hold up the train?

Yeah, why isn't this man shackled?

Well, the doc was just working on him.

He's all right now, isn't he?

Yeah, sure. Then shackle him.

Give me the cuffs.

All right, sit down!

Halt!

Come over here.

Keep these guys covered.

All right, you get this one, I'll get that one.

At 10:35, on the morning of Wednesday, August 22, 1934,

as the Big Train effected its switchover

in the freight yards of Cloverville, California,

Al Capone knew that his big hope for freedom was gone,

that he would never again have dreams

of living the splendid life.

At 11:40 in the port of Tiburon, the cars of the train

were detached and backed onto a barge.

Escorted by the Coast Guard patrol boat Daphne,

which kept all unauthorized craft from getting close,

the 54 prisoners from Atlanta

traveled the last 15 miles to the island of Alcatraz.

At 4:00 p.m., the prisoners from Atlanta stood in line

in alphabetical order of their names,

and Alcatraz recorded its first inmate.

Name.

You, what's your name?

You know my name.

Everybody knows my name.

Well, then you ought to know it, too.

Well?

Capone.

Hmm?

Capone!

How do you spell it?

How do you spell...?

C-A-P-O-N-E.

First name?

Alphonse.

Number 85.

Next.

Name.

The Napoleon of crime.

Napoleon ended up on an island, too.

The afternoon of August 22, 1934

witnessed the beginning of the end

of the big shot era of gangsterdom.

Al Capone never again tasted a drop of power or influence.

He served his sentence and died a broken wreck of a man

whose name was only a dim memory to most Americans.

There are no big shots on the Rock.