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You lousy tramp, you.

Get rid of him.

Go on. Beat it, beat it.

What happened?

Some girl. They grabbed her. They dragged her in there.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Tom Drake, Cloris Leachman,

and Gavin MacLeod.

With special guest star Martin Balsam.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

The liberty bell slot machine, perfected in the middle '20s,

was made to order for the Chicago mob.

It was nerveless and tireless.

It put the sucker on a 24-hour paying basis.

By the end of 1933, over 2,000 one-armed bandits

were digging their iron claws into the public pocket.

The take topped $100,000 a week.

That made it big business,

and big business meant big risks.

Late on the night of November 7,

four men arrived at Porker Davis' place.

They had not come to try their luck.

Moose, baby.

This must be my lucky night.

Joe says maybe you need a lesson.

What do you mean? I don't tell Joe how to run his business.

Okay, ladies and gents.

You had it.

We're closing up.

You didn't say nothin' about closin' up.

I said it.

Move.

Okay... Okay, I don't need no more.

Tell Joe I got the message.

Two years before, Eliot Ness and the Untouchables

had helped run the slot machines out of Chicago.

This was their first warning

that the one-armed bandits were back.

Take a look upstairs, Rico.

Right.

Well, they're operating again.

They were. It looks like somebody called off the bets.

Pretty big bets. Nickels and dimes.

Capone started with nickels and dimes.

So did the Gennas.

These look like new type machines.

Hale Novelty Company, Richmond, Indiana.

Get Rossman on it. He can drive down tomorrow.

Eliot, look what I found.

Mr. Ness.

Well... Porker Davis.

A lousy shame, Mr. Ness.

This town is going to the dogs.

What pack are you running with, Porker?

Slot machines. That's a new one for you.

Slot machines?

You see any slot machines upstairs?

All right. Who hit you?

Cigarette...?

Who hit you?

You're too small for a private war, Porker.

At 10:00 the following morning, Porker paid a visit

to Joe Bomer, formerly a kingpin

in Capone's booze operation, and now the czar

of Chicago's million dollar slot machine racket.

Now, you gotta look at it my way, Porker.

I let you have your own boxes,

and pretty soon there are others,

and pretty soon I lose control.

This way all the boxes are set the same.

I keep the take down to 30%,

and the sucker hits enough to keep comin'.

You let me get my own boxes, I'll go for the 30%, Joe.

Nah. It don't work out.

Maybe not you, but some other joker.

All of a sudden he decides to get rich.

Starts taking 50%, 60% percent.

The word gets around. The others start grabbin'.

Pretty soon, the box has got a bad name.

And pretty soon the suckers ain't-ain't playin' no more.

So, what's the deal?

I supply the machines, I service 'em,

and we split down the middle.

That's cuttin' me pretty close to the bone, Joe.

They gotta pull them handles a lot of times

before I even got my overhead.

You wanted a deal.

Now take it or leave it.

I got a choice?

Not much.

You'll need a new place.

I got a place.

1620 Clay Drive.

I'll take 30 machines.

40. I'll send 'em over to you tonight.

You're calling the play.

Benjy. Porker.

Hey. What are you doing here? How are ya?

He works for me.

On the level? You working for him?

Sure. You gotta live. You gotta forget.

Does that include me?

Why not?

Hey, you're all right, Benjy.

Hey, how's Julie? Fine.

Still as pretty as ever? Prettier. Prettier.

Yeah. See you around.

Check out 40 boxes to Porker.

Get 'em over tonight.

1620 Clay Drive.

1620 Clay... I'll take care of it myself.

The suckers crowded Porker's new place every night.

They gave the machines a steady play.

The first week's take was gratifying.

Now, you did real good.

$2,900.

It'll only get better.

I hope so.

Well, I'll take $1450.

I got it right here.

Listen, Porker... Huh?

We're friends, aren't we?

For a long time.

I know.

Can I tell you something?

Sure. Go right ahead.

Don't do no better.

What're you talkin' about?

Well, we both know how he is.

Who do you mean... Joe?

Yeah.

You mean, he ain't satisfied splittin' the loot?

Look...

You know, that guy... every time somethin' good turns out,

he's gotta try to grab it all.

What do you want?!

Seems to be some trouble on number three machine.

All right, I'll be right out.

Stay here. Sure.

I'll be right back. All right.

So, how'd it average out?

What's the matter? You deaf, Benjy, or something?

Joe, I don't know how to say this to you.

Well, try English.

You keep it nice and simple and maybe I can understand you.

So, come on. Say it.

Something wrong?

Porker's take was close to $3,000.

On 40 boxes?

That's almost 75 bucks apiece.

You think he's got 'em rigged?

You see anything?

Well, I didn't exactly see nothin', only...

Only what?

Well, the floorman came in

and said a customer was yelling about Number Three Box.

What else?

Come on, what else?!

Clip weights.

Yeah.

Where'd you get these?

Well, he went out to cool off the customer

and I found 'em on the floor near his desk.

Good, Benjy.

We got some repairs to do.

He works late.

Yeah, it takes time to add up a big profit like that.

Start on Number Three.

Joe... Back up, Porker.

You're movin' a little too fast.

A little late for company.

If we're company.

What else?

It's hard to tell till we open some of them boxes.

Well, you got me set up pretty good.

All you gotta do is find something wrong.

I'm sorry to pull the rug out, Joe,

but you ain't gonna find nothin' wrong.

Them boxes are clean just like you shipped 'em to me.

Get a load of these, Joe.

On all three wheels yet.

Porky's been doing it wholesale.

You don't know nothing about them weights.

I told you, I never touched them boxes.

I don't know nothin' about no weights!

What do you call these? Peanuts?

Hey, Joe, wait!

Let me talk to you. Joe, give me a chance!

Give me a chance!

Joe!

Moose... Oh, Moose, come on, baby.

You don't wanna hurt me, Moose.

Come on, Moose. I never done nothin' to you.

I've known you for years, Moose.

You don't have to do that no more.

Hey, Moose don't have a gun!

Come on!

Operator... give me the police.

Following the death of his number one torpedo,

Joe Bomer directed his hoods to find Porker Davis.

They reported back to him at his headquarters,

Chicago's exclusive Hotsy Totsy Club.

Nothin'. I don't get it, Joe.

It's like there wasn't anybody ever named Porker Davis.

We asked around like you said.

All we get is fish eyes.

Well, you find him. I want him.

Pick him up if you have

to look under every rock in Chicago.

Have a seat.

You're not eating, Joe.

What's the matter? Are you worried?

What do I got to worry about?

Moose Tobin, maybe.

Look, you're not dragging me in on that.

He worked for you.

A lot of guys work for me.

A lot of guys weren't found with a slug in their belly.

Look, I'm the guy who called the cops.

Didn't they tell you that, Ness?

They told me. Maybe they should've

straightened you out on the rest of it.

The Moose asked me to meet him at Porker's joint.

At 4:00 in the morning?

Well, he can't help it if he can't sleep at night.

I walked in, he's dead, I call the cops

like any decent citizen would do.

Why didn't you move the boxes out first?

The what?

The boxes... the slot machines.

Oh-oh, them. Why would I wanna move 'em out?

They don't mean nothin' to me.

Look, them slots are worth two C's a piece.

Three.

There must have been 30 standin' around.

Forty.

All right, 40.

That's 12,000 bucks.

Now, you think I'd throw that kind of dough away?

If you thought you could throw us a nice curve.

Anything you want us to tell Porker Davis?

You got him?

Thanks for your cooperation.

Hello?

Hello, Benjy. It's me. It's Porker.

You hear what happened?

Yeah, I heard.

Well, I gotta see ya, Benjy.

You gotta help me out.

I don't know, Porker, Joe's lookin' for ya.

We're friends.

We know each other a long time, Benjy.

Yeah, but, Porker, to go against Joe, that's asking too much.

For five grand?

I ain't asking for no favors.

I'm willing to pay in advance, five grand!

You hear that, Benjy?

Yeah. Listen, Porker,

you know where my mother's place is?

It's 430 Cooper.

No, she's in St. Louis with my sister.

You meet me there, say...

oh, later sometime, midnight.

Okay, midnight.

Joe...?

Porker... Porker...

Not too much for you, Joe.

I'm very glad you called, Porker.

Julie?

What is it?

Listen, I thought you were going down...

I didn't say "Come in".

I thought you were going downtown.

Aren't you gonna see Vinnie Blaine?

In this?

Looking like something they dragged out of the Lake?

Vinnie's lookin' for a singer, not a hat. Sure.

You walk in,

you say, "I heard you need a new singer."

He says, "Yeah", and he don't even know you're there.

Lookin' right past you to some babe

whose boyfriend just bought her a new fur coat.

Don't tell me a mink coat can't sing.

Julie, what do you want from me?

I want a singing job.

Well, honey, I told you a hundred times

as soon as I get my own place again, you'll have a singing job.

Joe Bomer has a place... Hotsy Totsy Club.

We don't take anything from Joe Bomer.

You took me from him.

Anyway, I figure he owes you.

Him and that creepy Porker both.

Look, I don't wanna talk about it.

Okay, be a pushover.

Don't try to make any life for me.

Be a patsy all your life. Go ahead.

Look, Julie, you stay away from Joe Bomer.

You hear me?

You hear? No.

Don't give me that talk now.

You want a new hat?

Okay, buy yourself one.

Benjy!

Benjy! Benjy?!

Hello, Benjy.

Well, Hobson.

Why walk?

The L's just across the street.

Claudette?

I'm glad I caught you before you closed.

This is Julie Liemer.

You know that hat I was lookin' at yesterday?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm comin' over for it.

Okay, bye.

♪ Heartache, heartache ♪

♪ You've got the key to... ♪

Sore? Me?

What for, Mr. Ness?

I mean, you pick me up, you make me feel big again.

You remember how big I used to be?

I would do anything for my friends.

Did you ever pick up the tab when you ate at my place?

I never ate in your place.

Well, if you had there would have been a table for you.

Big, I mean big.

You know, in those days, when you mentioned Benjy Liemer,

you weren't just whistling against the wind.

But no more.

Nothin' but lousy punks around now.

It's all gone. It's finished.

They cut me down pretty good, too.

You still eat pretty well, Benjy.

Last night, the Hotsy Totsy Club.

You had dinner with Joe Bomer.

Now what could you two have to talk about?

The Moose Tobin killing?

How does Bomer fit in?

I don't know. Honest.

I, I just went over to make a touch.

And not for me, for Julie.

You remember Julie, don't you?

You know, it kills me what they did to her.

Pipes like that, she should've been right up on top.

A headliner on any show.

You've got enough contacts.

Yeah, but you've gotta have dough, Mr. Ness,

for arrangements, for clothes. You gotta make a big splash.

Four years. I couldn't take it any more.

That's why I put the bite on Joe.

You know something?

His conscience must've bothered him.

He gave me double what I asked for.

Anything else?

I got an appointment.

Good to see you again.

He's a nice little guy.

He's lying.

Joe Bomer never helped anybody.

Honest, I don't know where he is!

Honest!

I don't know where he is.

Let's go.

Untouchable Jack Rossman was also looking

in Richmond, Indiana.

At the office of the Hale Novelty Company,

he searched for records

that would prove Joe Bomer's connection

with Chicago's growing slot machine racket.

He came up with nothing.

Benjy.

Listen, I'm taking a big chance.

I know that, but you got to help me, you hear?

How can I help you?

You're the only one that can talk to Joe.

He owes you. He'll listen.

I don't know.

Look, you know what he's pulling.

You called it for me!

You know I never touched them boxes!

You know he had them all fixed!

You know he could knock me over and take my place.

All right, Benjy, he can have my place.

You tell him that.

Tell him I'm out. I'm finished.

Only tell him to call off his boys.

I don't know if he's gonna listen to me.

He's still sore about Moose.

Well, I had to!

The big guy was coming at me. I had to!

Look, Benjy... I told you five grand.

I wasn't kidding.

And there's gonna be more, Benjy.

You know I always made big dough.

Just try to talk to Joe.

Try!

I'll try, but... it's gonna be tough.

I know.

You let me know.

I'll be waiting.

Where?

I got a place, uh, on Sable Street.

Number 8-1-7.

Ground floor in the rear.

Apartment 1-D.

You remember that, Benjy?

Eight-one-seven.

Yes, I'll remember.

Thanks.

Good.

Benjy, I been thinking

about, uh, what we done to you... me and Joe.

You know, me walking into your club and saying,

"You buy your booze from me or else."

And Joe saying the same.

The two of us clawing at each other,

and you caught in the middle.

It was wrong.

We shouldn't have burned you out.

Well, it's done.

Well, we was wrong, Benjy.

I'm gonna make it up to you.

You'll see.

Huh?

♪ ♪

Benjy.

Let me talk to Joe.

About Porker.

Joe... you got a pencil?

All right, take this down.

817... Sable Street.

Sable.

Apartment 1-D.

Got it?

And now back to...

November 16, 1933...

At 10:05 PM a black sedan pulled up

in front of an apartment building on Sable Street.

Number 817...

Where Porker Davis had holed up

awaiting a rendezvous with Benjy Liemer.

Benjy...

Paying off for Moose Tobin.

Joe Bomer you think?

I think, but try and prove it.

I've been chasing you guys for an hour.

Porker Davis? Yes.

Somebody dropped him in the lake.

Another door closed.

Another one opened.

You got a phone call.

I took the message.

You ask who it was? I asked but he hung up.

"If you want slot machines, try 1240 Ames, the basement."

What have we got to lose?

Hey, I hit the jackpot!

Federal raid! Nobody move!

Get on the street.

The tip was the first of many more.

In the next few days, they came in steadily.

And they were always right.

All right, let's clean 'em up, huh?

By the end of the week, Ness was certain of one thing.

His informant, still anonymous,

was his big chance to put Bomer behind bars.

Got that.

Wait, don't hang up, wait!

Hello, boys.

Julie?

Julie, come on in here for a minute.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Vinnie Blaine.

Some friend!

I couldn't even get in to see him.

Six times I been down there.

Six times!

In the old days, you fed him six months for free!

Even the least he can...

For me?

Of course.

Maison Robaire... Who needs Vinnie Blaine?

Now who needs anybody?

Four years...

See, I told you things were lookin' up.

I told you things are getting better, didn't I? I know you told me.

You like it?

Unzip me!

Oh!

There you are.

Oh, now, Benjy, I gotta try this on.

Well, don't I get any thanks?

Maybe.

Porker?

Porker, you shouldn't be hungry.

You're dead.

You too, Joe.

You're next.

Nine joints in less than two weeks.

180 machines.

That's over 50 grand.

Well, it couldn't have happened just like that.

Somebody's gotta be tippin' Ness off.

Yeah, but the question is: Who?

Well, you-you don't think it's one of us, do you, Joe?

No, no, I don't figure one of you is that dumb.

Well, then who?

I'll find him and I'll pay him off.

Him and Ness both.

Eliot, this is Mr. Walker Hale.

He just drove up from the plant.

Mr. Hale. Hello, Mr. Ness.

Tell him.

After Mr. Rossman left, I kept on digging.

And yesterday, I found this.

Machines you shipped up here? Not machines.

Lead weights...

Made expressly for regulating the machines.

You wouldn't need them unless... Lead weights?

This the invoice?

The duplicate and the original order.

Thanks, Mr. Hale. Thanks very much.

You're welcome.

Mr. Benjy Liemer.

Yeah?

Door's open.

Mrs. Liemer? My name's Ness.

Yeah, I know who you are.

You've got your nerve.

What do you want?

Information.

What's Benjy doing for a living these days?

I don't know. He don't tell me.

Whatever it is, he'd better start doing better.

I had enough of this dump... up to here.

Eliot.

Benjy has some interesting pets here.

Joe and Porker.

The rats who chewed him down to nothing.

So what?

So he's got some fruitcake notions about pets.

So he's an oddball. So what?

He's always been rated pretty high in this town.

Benjy had a lot of friends.

Friends?

Spongers. Bums lookin' for a handout.

Been better if he'd saved some for his own.

For you?

A man marries, he ought to take care of his wife.

I don't know why he wouldn't.

He should be able to.

He's working for Hale Novelty.

Hale Novelty... They make slot machines.

He's working with your old friend, Joe Bomer.

He's running slot machines, isn't he? Isn't he?

Sure, makin' 50 grand a week.

We got a whole floor in the Drake Hotel.

You're wasting your time, Mr. Ness.

He ain't got two nickels to rub together.

He's a nothin'. A zero.

He never done one thing right in his life.

Maybe you're right.

Been a long time, Julie.

If you ask me, too long.

Well, it ain't hurt you too much.

You look real good.

Oh, must be the dress.

It always shows.

You get something good and... it shows.

Maison Robaires.

Now you didn't come here to show me that dress.

What can I do for you, Julie?

You can give me a job.

You're gonna be building your summer floor show.

I'll take anything, Joe.

A spot in the line,

chance to sing one number.

Not just for me.

You owe it to Benjy.

Nothin'! I owe him nothin'!

What I mean... it's been tough.

He's had some hard times.

Seems to me he's dressing you pretty good.

Once in four years.

So he hit a number.

Okay... he gets his pay every week.

We got enough to eat.

We appreciate that, Joe.

We try to show it.

Like today, I could have blabbed to Ness.

Ness?

He come snooping around asking questions.

He knows about the slot machines.

What'd you say to him?

Nothing.

I never even gave him the time.

I wouldn't do that to you, Joe.

Joe... you'll think about the job.

You... you'll call?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll call.

Oh, not today.

I ain't gonna be home today.

I'm gonna visit my girlfriend on the North Side.

Ain't too often

I got a new dress to show off.

Well, seein' you.

I wasn't gonna take the glass.

I didn't know she could sing.

She can't.

She ain't the canary in that family.

All of a sudden Benjy's got dough.

All of a sudden the Feds are hittin' me.

And Ness is goin' over to his joint to talk.

I been askin' who's been tippin' Ness off.

Well, I just found out.

Hey, Joe!

Look at this.

Porker and Joe.

Four years he's been waitin'... Four years.

A nice guy like Benjy, hmm?

Right under my nose.

And if Julie don't come askin' for a job,

I don't ever find out.

Joe Bomer's hoodlums took the town apart,

but they never came close.

Benjy Liemer had disappeared.

Suspecting that Benjy Liemer was their anonymous tipster,

the Untouchables combed the town searching for him.

Shortly before 10:00, they returned to their office.

Still nothing.

A washout.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

I thought sure he'd be building a fire under Joe.

Well, he hated him enough.

He hated Porker, too.

Maybe enough to get him killed.

Yeah, but how?

I don't know, but if Benjy worked with him...

Yeah?

It's him. He's on.

Trace it.

Benjy?

Benjy, where are you?

Well, wherever I am, I ain't gonna be long.

I've got Joe Bomer on my back.

Bomer?

Does he know you've been tipping us?

Who says I've been tipping you?

I say so. Now, what about Joe?

How'd he find out?

I don't know. Julie was down there.

She might have said something.

Julie?

Well, it's something she wouldn't even know.

She must have let it slip.

I mean, she's my wife. She wouldn't sell me out.

You're going to need some help.

Tell me where you are.

Benjy, trust me.

Why should I trust you?

You mean that?

I mean that.

All right, Ness.

Will you take care of Julie for me?

Look, you say I've been doing you some favors.

I'm just asking you one back. It isn't so much.

Just see that she's taken care of for me, will you, please?

Okay, Benjy, but... Ted, did you get it?

No.

Mrs. Liemer? What happened here?

We'd like you to come with us.

Huh? We don't know.

We'd like you to come with us, please.

Where are you taking me? Downtown.

What for? Ness?

What's he got against me?

Don't ask him.

He's liable to tell you.

Come on.

All right, so I went down there.

So I wanted a job.

That don't mean I said nothing to Joe!

It's like beating on a wall with a paper hammer.

He got it all figured.

Would you like some coffee?

I'd like to get out of here.

Ness.

She's all right.

She's right here.

Benjy?

Julie? Julie, I've got something to tell you, but just you.

Now make sure. Nobody else.

Would you get off?

He won't talk.

Hang up.

Okay.

Julie, I've been trying to reach you.

We're in trouble.

We've got to take off.

Where?

Anywhere you say, Julie.

South America, Europe, anywhere.

I've got five grand in my pocket.

How?

Julie, don't ask me how, where, when or why.

I've got it, Julie, and we've got it.

Now, come down to my mother's place fast!

Okay.

Benjy, wait a minute, listen!

Where is he?

He didn't say.

He'd want you to meet him.

He'd tell you.

We could save his life.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Don't know or don't care?

You wouldn't go to him anyway.

He's on the run.

What could he give you now?

What did he ever give me?

Four years of waiting for things to get better.

You know the odds.

He didn't grab you out of kindergarten.

I was 24, and I wanted to sing.

"Marry me," he says.

"Marry me, I'll build a whole floorshow around you."

So I marry him.

I ain't even used to the Missus yet,

and Porker Davis burns him out,

teaching him not to buy from Joe.

Only he don't learn so easy, not him.

He's got to rebuild.

He's got to put in another 200 grand,

so this time Joe can burn him out.

Ceiling to cellar, everything.

So, we're broke.

And all I got left is him...

A little man talking how big he's gonna be.

I'll tell you about your little man.

You know what's kept him going the past four years?

Trying to get you the things you wanted.

You could have had 'em if you hadn't have cut him down.

Stay and listen to the rest.

He knew you'd put Bomer on his back today.

He's running for his life,

and all he could think about was you.

Why do you think we picked you up?

He asked us to take care of you.

All right, you can go.

Back elevator.

You think she'll go to him?

If she's got any heart at all.

The Hotsy Totsy Club.

Joe Bomer's place.

She'll put him right on to Benjy.

She couldn't wait.

Stay with her, Lee.

Right.

Nice girl.

Yeah, lovely.

♪ I can be good ♪

Joe... ♪ Or I can be bad ♪

I got to talk to you.

♪ It all depends ♪

Not for me.

I... I ain't asking for me.

♪ On you ♪

Yeah, I know.

For him, you're so nuts about him.

♪ I can be lonely... ♪

Go ahead, throw it in my face.

Every lousy thing I ever done to him.

♪ It all depends... ♪

Maybe I could remind you, too.

Maybe we could both get sick.

♪ I can save money... ♪

So, I wasn't the kind of wife

like you read about in the magazines,

but I owe him, Joe.

He was good.

He... tried.

I owe him.

If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be running.

You owe him, too.

You done enough to him.

♪ It all depends ♪

Okay, what do you want?

♪ On you... ♪

Give him a break.

I'll get him out of town.

I promise.

Please!

He ain't worth bothering.

He's such a... little man.

All right.

You got your little man.

You better get out of here

and get him out of town before I change my mind.

Okay.

Thanks, Joe.

♪ It all depends... ♪

Joe, what are you doing?

She knows where he is.

I could slap it out of her.

You had him, and you let him go.

I got him.

Car's out back.

Taxi!

Taxi, ma'am? Yes.

Pardon me, please. Taxi!

Thank you.

430 Cooper, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Real fast!

What was that address?

Federal officer. What was it?

Oh.

Get away.

You lousy rat you...!

Get rid of him!

Go on! Beat it! Beat it!

What happened?

Some girl... they grabbed her.

They dragged her in there.

Julie?

Julie?

Did they hurt you?

Uh... I hurt my funny bone.

I did that.

I did it.

He didn't deserve it.

You didn't, either.

Joe Bomer's death ended the large-scale operation

of slot machines in Chicago.

He went to his grave in high gangster style...

In a casket that cost over $2,000.

Benjy Liemer topped him.

His casket cost 25 hundred.

His widow bought it.

He had left her five grand.

The Untouchables.