Original subtitles

Oh, give me another record, honey.

Get me the Federal Building.

I want to talk to a Mr. Ness.

Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert Stack as "Eliot Ness"

Co-starring Robert Loggia, Collin Wilcox,

and John Banner.

With special guest star Luther Adler.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

More than ten years after prohibition,

federal agents still found it difficult

to stop the flow of the one drink

that proved to be king: beer.

Legal beer called "near beer" or "nero,"

had very little kick.

The customers demanded more.

Accordingly, some brewers pumped in pure alcohol.

Their profits were enormous.

In the latter half of 1932, a power play was conceived.

Its purpose: to destroy all competition.

Its beginning: the affection of a 23-year-old secretary

for a prominent North Side brewer named Woody O'Mara.

Oh...

Oh! Hiya, baby.

Oh, you're half an hour early.

That's not fair.

I ain't got time for no clocks.

Oh, would you, uh, would you help me with the bed?

Sure.

Gee, I'm sorry the place is such a mess.

Well, why don't you let me find you a better one?

No, that's for your dollies, not for me.

You know, Woody,

I still wonder with all the good-looking dollies,

why me?

Is that what's bugging you?

Okay, so listen.

And I ain't gonna say it twice.

I am not Rudolph Valentino, right?

So, when a dolly wraps herself

around this arm and makes those

goo-goo eyes at me, she ain't kidding me a bit.

She's after a fur coat or a...

or a swanky place to live or...

some ice to jangle from her wrist.

She ain't kidding me a bit.

Hey, Rudy,

for me, you're Rudolph Valentino.

You know something, Ann?

I never met a dame like you before.

Never.

Oh, you'll get tired of looking at me.

No, I won't.

Come on, I'll fix you something to eat.

Ann...

There's something I gotta do and you gotta help me.

Me?

Yeah.

You gotta blow the whistle on Koenig.

Oh, Woody, I can't!

H-He-He's my boss.

He's been so good to me.

You got to, baby, for me.

You know where he keeps the real beer.

He's hurting us bad with his stuff.

I can't.

Not only that,

you're gonna have to nail him down.

You're gonna have to testify.

Look, we're gonna get married, ain't we?!

Woody... if I say no...

do we still get married?

Look, Ann, I need Koenig out of the way.

Now, if you're not gonna help, I'm...

Mr. Koenig's a nice man, but...

Well, I owe something to my future husband.

Don't I?

Thanks, baby.

Well, what's for dinner?

Mr. Koenig? Yeah?

It'll take me the rest of the day to type these up.

There's nothing you can do till I finish.

Why don't you go home early? Ah...

Since when does the pupil tell the teacher

how to play hooky, huh?

You haven't been looking so good lately.

Ja, mien liebskind.

None of us look like we used to.

We are growing older.

Now, you be a good girl, go back, finish your letters,

and I'll stay here and grow older, huh?

Mr. Koenig... the feds are here again.

Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Oh, hello, Mr. Ness.

It's good to see you again.

My beer is being de-alcoholized

by the pasteurizing system as prescribed by the law.

It's a shame to treat fine beer like milk from a cow,

but if it has to be, it has to be.

It's quite a layout, Mr. Koenig.

I seem to remember it as being bigger.

Bigger? Oh, ja, oh, when I was selling real beer,

but today, no.

People do not want much "near beer."

Uh-huh.

I wonder what's behind this wall.

Behind here?

Behind here.

Nothing, Mr. Ness!

Really, I mean, some storage, that's all!

Strange place to store a fully loaded truck, Mr. Koenig.

Four-percent alcohol, Eliot.

Three-and-one-half percent too high.

It's stored.

My pasteurizes are full.

It's surplus.

On a truck? I was selling it

to a de-alcoholizing plant for processing.

I'm full here.

Where is this plant?

What's the address?

Who runs it?

All right, Mr. Koenig.

You think everybody who makes beer

runs with a gun in his pocket?

I'm a brewmeister, not a hoodlum!

Let's go.

Don't worry, Ann.

At 11:30 that night,

the top cabaret owners on the North Side

left a private room in a swank speakeasy.

They had just agreed to switch their business

to the two brewers not yet in federal custody.

One was Woody O'Mara.

The other, their host for the evening,

a man named Charlie Zenko.

Woody, we got it made!

Let's drink a little toast

to our good friend, Franz Koenig.

It's a terrible thing to be arrested

for making illegal beer.

You did a swell job.

No, I-I really don't want

to drink a toast right now, Charlie.

I got a date.

Come on, come on, indulge me.

You know I'm superstitious.

I like to drink to the health of my enemies.

That way, they don't come back...

to Koenig.

He was a fine brewmeister.

Yeah.

Well, Charlie, I really gotta go.

Ann, huh?

She's waiting for you, huh?

Yeah, and to tell you the truth,

she's a lot better-looking than you.

So, you'll excuse me, huh, partner?

Sure, have yourself a time.

Eh, jus-just a minute, just... a minute.

Here.

Because Ann did a good job, too,

the night's on me.

I pick up the tab.

Well, thanks, Charlie.

Take her someplace nice.

Order her some champagne.

Show her a little finesse.

You know what I mean, huh?

Sure, Charlie.

Thanks, Packy.

Well?

The cigarette lighter.

I give you Woody O'Mara,

a fine man and a good partner.

Woody O'Mara's date for the night of October 8, 1932,

spent the evening alone.

The explosion that took O'Mara's life

convinced Eliot Ness that the first decisive battle

in the North Side brewery war

had been fought and won by Charlie Zenko.

Starting the next morning and for the next few weeks,

the Untouchables checked every shipment

out of the Zenko plant.

Despite the surveillance,

Zenko held his newly won post

as top man on the North Side.

Oh, come in, come in.

Sit down, Miss Gratzner.

Real nice, huh?

I started with this,

sawdust on the floor...

and I wind up with this:

the best.

What did you want to see me for, Mr. Zenko?

That's what I like.

I don't waste time neither.

Woody O'Mara was a good man

and a very special friend to me.

So, for his sake,

I want to know, do you need anything?

No, I don't.

You're sure?

I know that Woody got you

to call the feds on Koenig.

You did that for him?

Yes, I did it for him.

Hmm.

Well, there's more.

In order to make it stick,

you gotta testify at the trial.

It so happens that I also have something to gain

if Koenig takes the rap, so...

I'll give you a little something.

No.

I won't be bought, Mr. Zenko.

I wouldn't want to see a little girl like you get hurt.

Look at me, Mr. Zenko.

I was proposed to once in my whole life.

Nothing that beautiful is gonna happen to me twice.

You gonna have me killed?

You'll be doing me a favor.

Don't worry, I'll testify at the trial,

but without money and without threats.

What's the angle? Come on, come on.

Woody wanted me to.

You should've lived in another era, Ann,

with kings and queens.

You'd have been a princess.

I was a princess once.

No further questions, Your Honor.

The witness may step down.

I would like to recall Franz Koenig to the stand.

Franz Koenig to the stand, please.

Ann Gratzner just finished testifying.

You could make my job easier, Mr. Koenig.

How?

By admitting that there hasn't been one grain of truth

in your whole testimony.

I spoke the truth.

Do you expect the court to believe that?

They know that you had a truck full of illegal beer.

You were delivering it to a speakeasy.

I sent it to a de-alcoholizing plant.

Then tell us where it is.

Who runs it?

I can't tell you.

You can't because there isn't any.

Isn't it true that you made it up?

That it was the first thing that came into your mind?

No.

Then tell us where we can find this plant.

1420 State Avenue!

Young man, you're out of order!

Who are you?

I'm Leo Macon, your Honor.

The de-alcoholizing plant Mr. Koenig is talking about

belongs to me.

So, you see, Mr. Koenig was sending his beer out

to be de-alcoholized at my plant.

He was complying with the law.

Can you substantiate this? Yes, sir.

Here's my contract with Mr. Koenig, setting the rates.

Here's a copy of the purchase orders with the amounts

dating back six months.

And here's the lease that I signed seven months ago.

We offer these as Exhibits A,

B and C respectively.

So far, according to police interrogation,

the defendant refused to tell the address of your plant.

Will you tell us why?

He made a solemn promise never to tell anyone.

Why?

There are bootleggers in this town, sir.

Those trucks would be hijacked the minute they came in.

He was keeping me out of trouble.

This is a conclusion on the part of the witness.

Conclusion or not, Your Honor,

I move for a dismissal of charges against the defendant.

Gentlemen, in view of the evidence,

the court has no alternative but to end this matter

with a preliminary hearing.

There will be no trial.

Prisoner to be released.

Smile, Mr. Koenig, smile!

Thank you.

Mr. Macon.

Mr. Ness.

I heard of you.

That's quite a stunt you just pulled off.

I couldn't see an innocent man go to prison, could I?

Why didn't you speak up before?

I thought I'd be able to hang on to this place

if he were acquitted, but when I saw how the hearing was going,

I knew I'd have to sacrifice it for him.

Yes, I heard your complaints about the bootleggers

and the hijackers.

Yeah, now I'll have to move all my equipment

to some other place.

Before you do, we'll check every purchase you made,

the dates of installation, the names of the workers you hired.

Mr. Ness, you know everything's going to be okay.

Yes, I assume you planned this very carefully.

Why make things too easy, huh?

Come in.

Miss Gratzner?

What do you want?

Charlie Zenko sent me.

What does he want?

Well, Charlie knows you ain't working

and you're broke, so, um... Watch out.

He, uh... wants you should have this.

Tell him he doesn't have to pay me for testifying.

Hey.

Hey, listen, you got to understand

about Charlie Zenko.

This has got nothing to do with the trial.

This is only because you need dough.

That's how he is.

Tell him to leave me alone, please.

I-I just want to be left alone.

He's worried how you're going to make out.

He's a right guy, Miss Gratzner.

He worries about little things...

like he's your father, you know?

Be a good kid, take the dough.

Tell him if he really wants to help me,

I could use a job.

That's the stuff.

You ever been a waitress?

Charlie could put you to work in the speak.

Good tips.

Tell him... I accept.

♪ ♪

Good evening, Mr. Koenig.

Yeah, good evening.

Who are you?

Let's say a friend.

Come on in.

I've been expecting you.

What do you want?

First, here's a list of charges...

Rental of the garage building, purchase of equipment,

payoffs to the landlord, suppliers, and workmen

to swear they've been dealing with me

for the past seven months.

It's a lot of money, but I'll be glad to pay it.

You don't have to pay it.

Why?

Didn't I say I was a friend?

What do you want me to do?

Sit down.

Steak, Mr. Koenig?

No, thank you.

It's the best.

I want you to go back to making beer.

No more beer for me, no.

I've been arrested, put into jail.

Once is enough, so... I make only legal beer.

.5 alcohol, no more.

Exactly.

Stop playing this game.

What do you get?

You see, I only been in town for a few weeks,

and I want to go into a good business like yours.

You're muscling in.

Do I look like muscle to you?

Let's say I'm "braining" in.

You owe me something for getting you off that rap.

Like what?

I got a way of putting alcohol in beer

so no one will ever catch us.

You make your near beer, I needle it.

I got a very special way.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Very interesting.

I'd like to do it, but... ah.

We're going to be caught and I'll be put into prison.

You go to prison if you don't.

I got you out, I can put you right back in.

So I have no choice, huh?

None.

Almost immediately Charlie Zenko lost business.

The speakeasy owners were buying their needled beer

where they could get it,

and they could get it in any quantity

from the brewery of Franz Koenig.

It's okay, Lee.

I was innocent the last time, Mr. Ness.

You don't think I'd do something wrong now, do you?

It's my job to make sure you don't, Mr. Koenig.

Nervous?

Nervous?

Why should I be nervous?

I'm an honest brewmeister, Mr. Ness.

In Bavaria, they treat brewmeisters

with honor, respect.

That's it, Eliot, it's all legal.

Fine.

Good-bye, Mr. Koenig.

See you tomorrow. Tomorrow?

Every day if we have to.

We want to be sure you have the proper respect.

Give my best to Mr. Macon, will you?

They passed everything.

All right, send the truck on its way.

I'll send it, but I worry about Charlie Zenko,

what he will do.

I know what he'll do.

We don't have to worry yet.

How do you know so much about Zenko?

I make it my business.

Hey, you guys just checked this stuff.

No one delivers near beer to a speakeasy.

I know this place.

Outside of the tables and chairs,

they don't have any room to store any alcohol.

All right, let's open it.

These are my marks.

I just checked it out about 20 minutes ago.

Let's check it again.

It's spiked... full strength.

Well, that's impossible.

When did they have the time?

They didn't.

And now back to...

Following the discovery of the needled beer,

Eliot Ness arrested the driver of the truck

and paid another visit to the Koenig Brewery.

This is the greatest thing

I've ever seen in my whole life.

You put alcohol into the capsules,

and then you put the capsules into the beer.

That's right.

This kind of gelatin takes 45 minutes to dissolve.

Then we've got the full percentage of alcohol.

The feds are outside.

All right, cap the barrels, quick.

Hurry, hurry.

Take it easy, take it easy.

Just let me handle it, huh?

Hello, Mr. Koenig. Hello.

You know, Mr. Koenig, the last brewmeister

who was caught for shipping illegal beer

was sent away for a long time.

No illegal beer was shipped out of here.

You checked it yourself, Mr. Ness.

You're the best proof of innocence we have.

You get around, don't you?

What do you mean "we"?

I'm his partner.

A respectable brewmeister...

Isn't that what you called yourself?

Why shouldn't I have a partner?

I need help around here.

He's a nice, upstanding young man.

With a record of two arrests in California... very upstanding.

Arrests?

We've been checking on him, Mr. Koenig.

I wouldn't be surprised

if we run across a couple of double-crossed ex-partners, too.

We'll let you know.

You didn't tell me about the arrests.

So what?

Come on, we got work to do.

I want to flood the town with beer.

I never had so much beer on my hands, never.

Koenig's flooding the town, and I can't move a keg.

I'm, I'm drowning in the stuff.

They said they'd buzz us here.

New York takes a while.

What are they saying around town?

New York, eh?

You sure they're saying New York?

That's the word.

Macon, Macon.

I spit on him.

I had a feeling the minute I heard about him

New York's trying to move in.

He's got that syndicate smell.

Let them move.

They want a fight, they can have it.

You know I stick with you, Mr. Z.

You're a good kid, Packy.

Maybe when this is all over...

maybe I'll give you a little piece of the action... maybe.

This Leo Macon... you want me to take care of him?

Like O'Mara?

If you get the chance,

don't wait for no printed invitation.

Hello?

Yeah, good, put him on.

Hello, Joe?

How are you?

This is Charlie, Charlie Zenko from Chicago.

Hello, Charlie.

Listen, Joe...

I'm having a little trouble here with a guy named Leo Macon.

He's moving in on me, Joe,

and what I want to know is: Did you send him?

Yeah.

I guess I did.

Uh-huh.

I see.

All right, I'll make you a deal.

Call him off.

Leave me alone.

You get a piece of the North Side.

Are you listening, Joe?

Yeah.

No deal, Charlie.

This is the best offer you're going to get.

It's going to cost you so much to fight me here,

there won't be any profit left.

He's a pretty smart kid, Charlie.

Take my advice.

Don't make him no trouble.

He don't know what trouble is.

He tangles with me, he's going to find out.

You seen him yet? No.

You've got a surprise coming.

What do I care what he's like?

You want war, you'll get war.

Take care of yourself, Charlie.

I got a feeling Charlie Zenko is going to be a bad loser.

Watch this one, Leo, baby.

Oh, give me another record, honey.

Hello.

Get me the Federal Building.

I want to talk to a Mr. Ness.

Leo Macon talked to Eliot Ness.

The result: Charlie Zenko's enormous stockpile

of full-strength beer was found and confiscated.

Charlie Zenko, once again, had been badly hurt.

Charlie.

What is it?

Trouble, maybe?

No maybe.

The feds hit my warehouse last night.

Almost grabbed me.

You don't know nothing about it, I suppose.

Nothing, Charlie.

This is the first I know.

Oh, don't give me that phony surprise act.

Charlie, I know nothing.

Believe me, Charlie.

Nothing.

Your partner, then, this... this Macon.

He set it up.

I say nothing against him.

He was good to me.

Let me ask you something, Franz.

Do you know anything about him?

What do you want me to know?

He... he takes me out of jail, he... he makes me a rich man.

What... what do you want me to know?

He was sent here from the New York Syndicate

by Joe Kulak himself!

I don't believe it.

He didn't tell me.

Oh, you want him to tell you that he's using you?

That he'll grab your whole operation?

Get rid of him, Franz.

He's out to hurt you.

Tell him you know he works for Kulak.

I'll tell him.

Leo!

Well, what do you do?

You... you?

That's right, Papa.

I'm Leo Macon.

Papa?

Franz... I'd like you to meet my son.

This is Larry Zenko...

who left his father's house eight years ago,

and now he comes back.

How is Mama?

Eight years.

Not a phone call.

Not a postal card.

I'm sorry it had to be this way, Papa.

You tried to keep me out.

How long you been working for Kulak?

Three years.

He brought me in from California.

And does he know?

That's right... he knows.

He was the only one to give me a job.

You put out the word eight years ago, remember?

"Nobody hires Zenko's son."

You work for New York?

What happened to me?

You're my partner.

Your word?

That's right, my word.

Now, give it up, Papa.

I'll take care of you.

He'll take care of me.

Look at him.

I'll take care of myself.

I got all the aces... you lose.

Then, fight me... you fight me.

We'll see who loses.

After eight years, he wants to take care of me.

How do you mean, "Take care of me"?

All right, Papa.

Eight years is a long time.

Let's have a drink tonight... We'll talk.

Okay.

Come to my speak.

No, your speak?

Sure, the best.

You look very good.

Grew up to be a good-looking boy.

Joe! What are you doing here?

Chicago.

They got nice hotels here.

They shouldn't shoot them up.

Well, everything is fine, Joe.

Of course, everything is fine.

You enjoy living well, Leo.

I like that.

How about a drink for your guest?

Sure, Joe.

How long will it take you to pack, Leo?

I didn't know I was leaving.

You're going back home to New York.

I can't.

My job here isn't finished yet.

What's the hotel rule?

Check out before 3:00 p.m. or you pay an extra day?

Leo... you check out before 3:00 tomorrow.

You leave Chicago.

I don't want to do that, Joe.

We'll handle things for you.

Now, wait a minute... You sent me here because...

We sent you here because you got drive.

And you've done a brilliant job,

but your job is finished.

No, it isn't.

You had a meeting, you took a vote.

You called me in, you said,

"Take over the North Side, Leo."

I said it... and I meant it.

But, uh...

yesterday, Mr. Roosevelt made a speech in Albany.

He promised to end Prohibition if he's elected.

Wise talk is he's going to win... big.

Election is in three weeks.

Who knows how much longer

before the whole booze operation dies?

So what?

I'm still ahead of the timetable.

The timetable isn't any good anymore.

We got to own the North Side by this time next week.

You see, Leo... the boys are afraid

you won't be able to take the final step.

What are you talking about?

I'll take care of Charlie Zenko.

I know your father better than you do.

He won't move over for anyone, especially his son.

No.

There's only one way to get rid of Charlie Zenko:

hit him.

You're his son, Leo.

You can't hit him.

Don't worry.

Nothing will be done until you leave town.

Then we will do what we have to do.

Nice room, Leo.

You got taste.

Mr. Koenig... I-I'd like to see you.

Yeah.

Uh... how about 10:00?

That okay?

The corner of 14th and Sutton.

Okay?

Good.

Hey, I want to talk to you.

What about? You blew the whistle on Koenig, didn't you?

You're Ann Gratzner. So what if I am?

You got him off... He's all right.

Yeah, O'Mara got you to do it for him, huh?

It's all right, sweetheart.

You only did it for O'Mara

and his good friend and partner, Charlie Zenko.

Look, mister, I don't know what you're driving at,

but Charlie Zenko's been real good to me.

He should be.

He's the guy that killed your boyfriend.

No.

I need help from you, sweetheart.

Are you interested in getting the guy

that knocked off Woody?

He's the one that's keeping you happy...

and quiet.

You going to help?

Yes.

I'm going to help.

Larry?

Papa!

Ann, some scotch... the best.

I'm glad you could meet me, Papa.

All right, Larry.

So you're in the rackets.

So?

I've been in them a lot longer than you,

and there's one thing you got to learn.

You meet a lot of people in this business.

Don't trust them.

Don't trust nobody.

Papa... That's the advice

I've got for you, my boy.

Like in the movies, a father to his son.

Don't trust nobody, not even me.

I'm sorry about all the trouble we've been having.

Forget it.

It's down the river.

You look like a million bucks.

Yeah, I feel fine, don't I, Papa? Oh...

Ah, I missed you, boy.

You know, I was thinking all day,

maybe when all this is over,

maybe you and me

could take a little trip somewhere

to the mountains or something, maybe.

I'd like that, Papa. Come here.

To you, Larry.

To the future, huh?

To the future, Papa.

Mr. Koenig?

Mr. Ness, in Bavaria...

they treat the brewmeister with respect.

Eliot?

He was driving.

Sure carrying a load.

Enough to buy himself more than a drunk driving charge.

Book him for manslaughter.

All right.

On the night of November 4, 1932,

Charlie Zenko was booked for manslaughter.

Hello, Charlie.

Whoa, what happened?

You got drunk and ran a man down.

He's dead.

Any special man?

Koenig.

Figures.

What's the charge?

Manslaughter.

Where's my lawyer?

I gotta get bail set.

I got things to do.

What kind of things?

Come on, come on, you know

as good as me, it's a phony rap.

Phony rap?

Who set it up?

I'll take care of this myself.

It was Leo Macon, wasn't it?

He'd get rid of you and Koenig at the same time.

Smart boy. Not so smart.

Smart enough to keep me guessing.

If I knew how he needled his beer

I could put him away for a long time.

I ain't no stoolie, Ness.

I take care of my own troubles.

How'd you come to trust him enough

to slip you a Mickey?

He didn't. He couldn't have.

He did.

She did it for him.

Miss Gratzner heard of Koenig's death

on the radio and called us.

Did you?

Leo told me what you did.

I never wanted to see Mr. Koenig get hurt.

Didn't I give you money?

A job?

I was once a princess, Mr. Zenko.

Nah... He wouldn't set this up.

A kid doesn't do this to his own father.

He's your son?

Larry Zenko.

That's his real name.

Why is he pushing you out, Zenko?

What kind of a son is he?

What kind of a man is he?

Turning on you, smashing your business,

setting you up for manslaughter?

What was it, Zenko?

A drink for old times' sake?

All right.

All right, let me out of here, Ness.

I'll hand him to you on a silver platter.

How much money you got in your pocket?

Well, the cops took everything.

How much?

How do I know?

Maybe a couple hundred.

Lee, call Judge Morrison.

Have him set Charlie Zenko's bail at $200, huh?

You can go now, Miss Gratzner.

Where?

Where can I go, Mr. Ness?

Where do you go to hide from these people?

I don't know, Miss Gratzner.

I'm going in alone.

I pay him off my way.

You're risking a bullet.

What do you pay me for? You wait!

I'm going in alone.

Hello, Mr. Zenko.

I guess you can come in.

Mr. Macon?

Get out of here.

You got out fast, Papa.

I'm sorry.

I had to do it.

Yeah, sure.

In our business, we explain everything

by saying "I had to".

You'll get maybe five years tops.

By the time

you get out, I'll have everything under control.

New York wants you out of the way.

If you stay around, they'll kill you.

They will?

That's right, they'll kill you!

If I didn't frame you,

you'd be dead by tomorrow night.

You don't mind?

Sure...

you'll have everything under control,

I get a five year vacation.

Not bad.

How about Ness?

What if he closes you up?

He won't.

He doesn't know how I'm operating.

He sure doesn't.

As a matter of fact, neither do I.

He asked me, I couldn't tell him.

How do you operate or ain't I supposed to ask?

It's so simple, Papa, it's beautiful!

I add alcohol... with these.

After the Feds make their tests, it melts.

The alcohol mixes.

Smart. Yeah.

Me? I'm older.

I still use old-fashioned methods.

Maybe we ought to let the young brains take over.

Maybe.

I got to get on my way.

No, wait a second, Papa.

I'll take you home. No, thanks.

If I don't make a mistake,

Mr. Ness is outside waiting for me.

Ness?!

Uh-huh.

Are you gonna tell him?

Uh-huh.

I warned you.

Don't trust nobody, not even me!

Charlie!

The last time you pointed a gun at me, you was ten.

You went "Bang! Bang!"

Bang, bang.

I wasn't gonna let him hurt you, Mr. Z.

I wasn't gonna let him.

Hold it!

Eight years ago, he said to me,

"Papa, I'm coming in the rackets with you."

I wouldn't let him.

I wouldn't let him because I didn't want him to end up

on the floor with bullets in him.

I didn't want that, Mr. Ness.

Exactly one week before the repeal of prohibition,

Charlie Zenko was convicted

of violation of the Volstead Act.

He died after serving two years of a six-year term

in Leavenworth Prison on May 30, 1935.

The report by the warden read in part,

quote: "He was a father to the men."