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Do you ever dream about me, Ginnie?

No.

You're lying.

I've seen those dreams run off in your eyes like...

like moving pictures.

Better not look too close.

If you could see how they end...

How do they end, Ginnie? Huh?

How do they end?

Like this?

They end with a dead man!

You, shot full of holes!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Don Gordon and Brook Byron.

With special guest star Phyllis Love.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

May 17, 1932,

free soup kitchens were a common sight

on the streets of the depression-ridden country.

But this one, located in Chicago's skid row area,

was not the usual kind.

Wait'll you see what's upstairs.

This soup kitchen was the false front

of a luxurious illicit establishment

run by twice convicted white slaver Chiz Goshen.

Where's my niece? Where's Ginnie?

I was supposed to take over for her relief.

I didn't mean all night.

Here, you shovel out this slop.

Goshen's partners, a powerful nationwide vice ring

known as The Group, were represented at Goshen's place

by Bick Cassandrus.

Bick's record of arrests began with penny-ante misdemeanors

and ended with big-time crime.

You think it's appropriate for a wedding, Fay?

I always scored with that dress.

Look, the sequins are genuine.

They're a special kind called Devil's Eyes.

They sparkle so wicked, no man can resist.

Hey, careful.

All right, Ginnie, fingers back in the soup.

You, get back upstairs.

Okay, okay.

Honey... you wear my dress to the wedding,

and I personally will guarantee it'll change your luck.

Ginnie...

you're better off skipping the wedding altogether.

Save yourself some heartache, huh?

Laura's my sister.

Ginnie, you're a born loser.

You think I'm looking forward to it?

The sound of an organ playing "The Wedding March"

makes me want to scream.

I wish...

You know, I wouldn't be in President Hoover's shoes for anything.

Why?

'Cause they're making him the scapegoat.

How do you know he's going to get the nomination

for a second term?

He'll get the nomination, all right,

but he won't make the White House again.

Too many people are looking through

the holes in their socks.

Now my money is on... Hello. Ness.

How are things at home?

Warming up. See you at 12:45.

That's the new time.

Check.

Let's have another look at that layout.

Now, here's the soup kitchen,

door to the joint upstairs,

back here's the office.

Where the pay dirt is.

Right.

I'm sorry!

Telephone, Bick.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

It's a raid.

Ness.

I just got the word from downtown.

You move as planned.

Now. And quick!

Hey.

Ness is on the way with a party.

Ness! Where are your books?

I got to see you burn them. It's my orders from The Group!

First the books! The books!

Look, this leads to the sewer.

Now, you better get going.

The Group ain't gonna like it if Ness finds you here.

The books.

You'll never get 'em, punk!

Where are they, you louse?

Chiz?

Chiz?

Get Ginnie.

Send her in here.

What happened?

Ginnie, Ginnie, listen to me...

You need a doctor.

All right, Ginnie, listen to me.

I'm giving you a chance. Now, take it.

What do you want me to do?

The business ledgers.

They're worth $100,000, maybe more.

To whom? The Group.

Now, Ginnie, play it smart.

Don't be a loser all your life, Ginnie.

This may be your last chance.

I can't... I can't leave you like this.

Ginnie, Ginnie, you must, Ginnie.

You gotta save yourself, Gi...

Go on up.

Although Chiz Goshen's establishment

had been destroyed in the May 17 raid,

it was only a minor victory for Eliot Ness.

A major defeat was his failure to capture the ledgers

that contained evidence against the group.

Round-the-clock grillings of those picked up in the raid

produced no further information about Goshen's books.

But Ness persisted.

After midnight on the third day...

Fay, do you recognize this?

Never saw it before.

Was this the type of ledger Goshen used?

I wouldn't remember.

Fay...

It was one like this.

No.

I don't know for sure.

You recognized it.

Did he give you the books to hide, Fay?

No!

He never trusted anyone, but... But whom?

His niece Ginnie Littlesmith.

Where can I find Miss Littlesmith?

I don't know.

Nobody knows where she lives.

Thank you, Fay.

You can go now.

Thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

If Goshen's niece has those books,

that makes her as popular with The Group as it does with us.

That means we've got to talk to her before they do.

But first, we've got to find Miss Littlesmith.

This is Chiz Goshen's niece.

Tell your friends I've have some books for sale.

They can contact me at Superior 0635.

Working against time, knowing that The Group

would be as hot after Goshen's books as he was,

Ness assigned his men to spend the next days

in a feverish hunt for Ginnie Littlesmith.

There's no record of a Ginnie or Virginia Littlesmith

at any of the public utilities.

Could mean she's living in a hotel

or has a rental that includes utilities.

What about churches?

I've checked half the churches in Chicago.

So far no bells to ring.

I'm still looking for a cab driver

that might've picked up a girl during the raid.

So far, nothing.

Well, here's one note of optimism:

The talkers we picked up in the Goshen raid

dropped enough bits and pieces to paint a clear picture

of The Group and their board of directors.

We start with Mr. Ben Poe.

Ben Poe, owner of a string of laundries and restaurants,

made most of his money

from the international white slave market.

"Little Augie" Tolen,

narcotics czar of the southern states.

Out of Chicago, head of the European drug combine,

Smitty Kopek.

And their spokesman Marie LaRose,

daughter of a gangland chief,

who extorted from the fashion and cosmetic industries

an annual grab of $20 million.

What's the price on the books, love?

$100,000.

$100,000... that's a lot of presidents.

That's the price.

How do we know that you've got the books at all, love?

I brought proof.

I took this out of one of the ledgers.

How'd you like a couple of icy fingers

up and down your spine, Augie?

This is no business entry.

This is detail.

Goshen must've been figuring on

selling us out himself.

You give Augie two and two

and before you know it, he'll add it up.

But, uh, you're not interested in simple digits, love.

You're talking round and, uh...

We have to answer you round.

Isn't that so, love?

$100,000.

You can take a luxurious ride on those wheels.

The only thing is, we'll have to come rolling after you

once the books are delivered.

Ever considered that, love?

This kind of enterprise you have to think round, too.

Maybe we'd better talk some other time.

Business ain't over yet.

Let me clarify your position, Miss Littlesmith.

You take those books to Eliot Ness

and you've turned in your telephone number.

Now play nice,

and we'll lay a nice bonus on you, say, uh, $500?

And you'll be around for your next birthday.

I have another piece of advice for you, love...

You shouldn't wear this shade of violet.

It, uh, makes you look like an old maid.

You know, it might be a good idea

if we were to rough her up a bit

just to be sure

that the points we made settle in the right place.

I want the police department, please.

I've got to get in touch with Eliot Ness.

I have...

Yes?

It's the manager.

Can I see you a minute, Miss Littlesmith?

It's important.

I'll call you back.

Oh!

Easy, Owen.

Don't you know you got a little bird there?

Mind if I look around?

You can make it easier by telling me

where you hid them books.

They're not here.

Oh! Cut it!

She bought it!

When the time comes, I'll deliver.

I'm gonna ask you again.

They're not here.

Okay, but if I find them...

look out little bird.

In the name of the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

You and me have got

to have a little tête-à-tête, love.

I told you they weren't here.

They're someplace you'll never find them.

Mm-hmm.

Owen, you can go home for supper.

LaRose says we play it double.

Well, we developed a change of tactic, that's all.

Now go on home, Owen.

Whaddaya...!

Now!

I, um, I brought you back some personal property.

Smells, uh... smells disinfected.

Like, uh, like institutions,

or a jailhouse.

What are you gonna do with that?

Come on, little bird, let's clean this place up.

Together.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

May I help you?

I hope so, Father.

I've been making the rounds of the churches, Father.

I'm looking for a girl named Virginia Littlesmith.

Does she happen to be in this parish?

Virginia Littlesmith... Oh, Ginnie.

She lives right across the street.

Do you have a phone I can use, Father?

In the rectory.

Aw, what's the matter, baby?

Your little heart beating hard under its feathers, hmm?

I'm supposed to catch a train home tonight.

My sister's wedding... Don't touch me.

What is that?

I always thought you liked me.

The way you used to look at me

at the soup kitchen, out of the corner of your eye.

I never looked at you.

You always had your eyes on me.

I could feel 'em touching me.

That's a lie!

I'm... I'm... not like that.

Yes, you are.

You are like that.

You're a little dirty, Ginnie, just like I'm a little clean.

Well, that's more than most people have in common, hmm?

Why do you always get so much fun out of teasing me?

Who's teasing you?

How many nights I haven't slept

thinking about you.

Oh, please stop, Bick.

You ever dream about me, Ginnie?

No.

You're lying.

I've seen those dreams run off in your eyes like...

like moving pictures.

Better not look too close.

If you could see how they end...

How do they end, Ginnie, hmm?

How do they end?! Like this?

They end with a dead man!

You, shot full of holes!

It's always the same dream.

Always the same ending.

I got a better ending, baby.

It goes something like this:

I hope you get your hundred grand for those lousy books

and then you split right down the middle with me.

It won't work.

They'll kill me.

You heard her.

After we get the dough,

you and me, we'll go someplace

where we can take our shoes off...

like, like Mexico.

I got a place I know down there where...

where it's summer all the time

and where God is the ocean,

a big blue sea that beats out hot jazz on the beach all day

and whispers sweet absolutions all night.

How about that dream, baby?

It taste good?

See you tomorrow... partner.

Same time, like today.

Train information, please.

Oh, I would like some information, please.

Bick Cassandrus just left her hotel.

Did he have the books?

No, he was empty-handed.

Maybe it's not too late.

No, no, no.

This guy Roosevelt is an aristocrat, I tell you.

He doesn't think for the people.

No. Just a minute.

Yes?

Miss Littlesmith's room, please.

301.

Thank you.

I'm telling you something.

You can't fool the people all the time,

and that smile doesn't fool me either.

♪ ♪

If Cassandrus searched this place,

he was sure neat about it.

You got something?

The imprint of a page that was torn off.

See if I can make it out.

"9:30, 10:35, 11:14."

Sounds like a schedule.

Bus or train.

Not much help with all the transportation

moving in and out of Chicago.

Be a lot quicker to look up Bick Cassandrus.

I want to talk to you... alone.

Bick works for me, Mr. Ness.

And he's on duty.

Unless, of course, this is official.

In which case, kindly state the charge, love.

When the time comes for charges,

I promise you'll be among the first to know.

Tonight I'm interested in your friend.

He refuses to talk to you unless I'm present.

All right, let's see how audible he is under your thumb.

Where did Ginnie Littlesmith go tonight?

He doesn't know anyone of that name.

I can't hear you.

Miss LaRose said it, Mr. Ness, and that's it.

Now look, we're a little tired

of playing cops and robbers today,

so why don't you go get your little ax

and chop down some speakeasies like you're supposed to, huh?

Now come on, get out of here.

Tell your boss to wait inside.

Do what he says!

Let go of him!

Do what he says!

Coercion is against the law!

Get out!

Please.

You were seen leaving Ginnie Littlesmith's building tonight.

What was your business there?

We were friends from the soup kitchen.

You came looking for Goshen's books.

They weren't there, so you left.

Minutes later, the girl disappeared.

I'll ask you once more, where is she?

She said something about a wedding.

Her sister's wedding back home.

That's all I can tell you.

Back home where?

I don't know.

Look, that's the truth!

She didn't say!

All right, you can pick him up now.

The first week of May, 1932,

gang war erupted on the North Side.

The new crime syndicate, known as The Group,

smashed four competing mobs to become as powerful

as its forerunner, the historic Bugs Moran gang.

Eliot Ness had only one weapon: Ginnie Littlesmith.

Checking the railway timetables

against the message found in Ginnie's apartment,

he pinpointed the town to which she had fled.

I was talking to Mrs. Bundy today about her son...

You know, the one I wrote you about.

He's single.

He's got a good job now, too.

Well, Gert met him. Tell her what you said, Gert.

Not bad.

Well, anyway, I told Mrs. Bundy

you had plenty of fellows in Chicago.

They're not so particular about a girl's age in Chicago.

Anyway, 32 isn't old.

It's no crime to be single.

What's the matter, Ginnie?

You got a headache?

No, I feel fine.

Oh, see who's at the door, will ya, Gert?

And if it's that bootlegger,

tell him I got a bone to pick with him.

I mean, nobody minds young gin,

but whiskey, you know,

it should have a few weeks to age.

Gosh, there's that heartburn again.

You know, no kidding, I'm more nervous than Laura.

You'd think I was getting married today.

It's a man for you, Ginnie.

A Mr. Ness, and wow!

Mr. Ness?

Well, hello, it's nice of you to drop in.

Ma, this is Mr. Ness from Chicago.

A friend of mine.

Well, any friend of Ginnie's is a friend of mine!

We're gonna have some imported stuff, right off the boat,

later, at the reception.

Hope you can stick around.

Ma, please.

It was real nice of you to come. You know,

Ginnie didn't have anyone to escort her to the wedding.

What's your first name?

Ma, for heaven's sakes, will you please...?!

That's a fair question.

My name's Eliot.

Eliot. That's a nice name.

Ma, please?

Oh, all right, I can take a hint.

Come on, girls, let's get dressed.

I'll finish pressing your dress, Gin.

Thank you for playing along.

Just picked up the cues.

It was nice of you.

I'm sorry to come barging in at a time like this.

Why did you come? What do you want, Mr. Ness?

Just answer a few questions,

we can get this over with quickly and quietly.

Miss Littlesmith, were you working the night

your Uncle died?

You left through the trapdoor in his office.

I was... scared.

Did you take his business ledgers with you?

No.

They weren't in his office when I looked,

probably minutes after you went through that trapdoor.

Ginnie, your dress is ready!

Oh, all right, Ma!

What do you know about those books?

What makes you think I know anything about them?

The Group obviously thinks so.

They do?

That's why they sent Bick Cassandrus to see you, isn't it?

Here's your dress, Ginnie.

Now excuse yourself.

I know Eliot will understand.

Do you believe a dress can be sent by the Devil

to curse you, Mr. Ness?

Ginnie, you take the cake.

She always did have some imagination, Eliot.

I think I'll stick around and take you to the wedding, hmm?

Yes, thank you.

Eliot.

Would you like to see Virginia's baby pictures?

She was a real cutie.

I was in the middle of a deal when I got your message.

What's so important?

I found Ginnie Littlesmith.

Good boy!

Did Ness get to her yet?

Nope. Where is she?

Well, I must've bruised her pretty bad.

She's, uh, she's in the hospital.

Which hospital?

Ooh, I forgot.

Which hospital?

County Hospital.

I figured with Ness on her tail,

I better nail her quick; so I walks up to her,

I say, uh, "I come about the books."

You know, I figured she'd wanna grab that deal you offered her.

Well, what'd she say?

She said... uh...

$100,000... She'd take her chances.

So she wants her money.

Well, why not?

We'll have it back from her

before the first faint flush of rigor mortis sets in.

Ginnie, Gert, Laura! Hurry up!

We've only got five minutes to make the church!

Oh, if my husband had only lived to see this day.

Where're the girls?

Gert's all ready.

I thought Ginnie was with you.

Um, she was all dressed.

I saw her go downstairs.

Where's the garage?

Right out back, that way.

Ginnie just pulled out of the garage

and tore off toward the highway.

Which way she turn? Right.

Towards Chicago. And The Group.

I'd like to think she hasn't made up her mind yet.

Hi, baby.

I been workin' for you while you was gone.

Got the tickets to Mexico, Bick?

Well, no, that's later.

I mean, when the final transaction is final.

But I set the deal,

and we're gettin' a hundred grand.

You mean you're getting it after I get killed.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, it could go that way.

You admit it?!

Well, I admit it could go that way! What...?

Uncle Chiz said I was a loser.

The books were supposed to be my chance,

my last chance.

But I still come out the same.

Well, maybe not, baby.

If I'm gonna lose,

might as well do it clean.

Eliot Ness can make

those books work for the good.

They'd be accomplishing something...

No... no, no, no, you're not gonna do that.

Oh, why did I run away from him?

Why did I come back here?

Because we had a date.

No, I never believed you!

Mexico?

I knew what you were up to.

You didn't fool me.

So why'd you come back?

I don't know.

I went upstairs to get dressed.

This dress... it does something to me...

makes me do things.

It's not me.

It's not me, it's not me, it's not me...

Who's there?

Open up, Ginnie.

Mr. Ness...

Okay, baby... you've got your chance.

Let's see what you're gonna do with it, hmm?

Ginnie, open up.

Why'd you run away?

I'm sorry.

I... I didn't want to be questioned.

Where are the books, Ginnie?

If you're afraid of The Group, Ginnie,

I can offer you protection.

I don't have the books, Mr. Ness.

I don't know where they are.

Are you prepared to swear to that?

Yes.

I was wrong.

It wasn't the dress.

It was me. It was me.

Oh, Ginnie... I'll fix everything.

No one will get you.

I won't let them; I won't let them, baby.

Oh, God, help me.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

I...

I've never done anything so bad in all my life, Father.

I-I can't... I can't even talk about it.

Please try.

It's just that... I'm so ashamed.

Love is bad for me, I always knew that.

I was always afraid.

Is love the sin you speak of?

Not God's love.

Some other... terrible kind of love.

Perhaps you can tell me about it.

It's a man.

He has no god, and when he's with me, I have no god either.

At first the sin was only in my mind, but... now...

Father, it gets worse and worse,

and I know it and I can't help it.

I'm helpless.

Perhaps I can help you.

May 30, 1932,

Eliot Ness returned to Ginnie's street to check out a tip.

A cab driver reported that he had picked up a passenger

outside the soup kitchen the night of the raid

and taken her to a church across from her apartment.

Father Donovan?

This is Eliot Ness, Father.

Oh, how are you? Father.

What has Ginnie done?

As far as we know, Father, Ginnie's done nothing criminal.

Not yet.

Then why are you here?

Just here checking a lead that Ginnie was here that night,

carrying a package about... so big.

Yeah, she was here that night.

With a package?

She had a package.

Did she leave it with you, Father?

No, she did not.

Look, I can handle her alone.

I don't want any slip-ups.

Owen will act as a safe guard the way I planned.

Owen will get in the way.

Look, I just want to keep things neat,

like you've always taught me.

Well...

Hey, you're beautiful, you know that?

Yeah? No kidding. Mm-hmm.

I tell you what I'll do, baby...

I'll use a silencer. Hmm?

Come on, one shot to drop her,

one to make sure.

Trust me, Rosie.

Everybody's got to have some weakness,

and I guess you're mine.

It's her.

Good, Ginnie.

Good.

I'll be waiting, love.

Well, you don't even have to go and look for her.

Little pigeon's coming home to roost.

It's just a formality.

We turn over the money to her,

receive Goshen's books and let her go.

Bick is waiting to do the rest.

She's here.

We're ready.

There's no reason to prolong this, Miss Littlesmith.

Here's your money. We'll take the books.

There's something you ought to know first.

Well, speak up.

You told me to think round.

Thinking time is over, love.

I'm just trying to tell you...

Well, what is it?

I took your advice.

I thought round.

That's why I took the books to be photographed

before I came here.

LaROSE: You... You had them copied?

The negatives are in an envelope addressed to Eliot Ness,

to be sent in case of my death.

You can't pull that on us!

The man who took it said they photographed like a million.

But I'm only asking $200,000.

$100,000. You made your deal.

Yes, but I've got a partner now.

A partner?

What are you talking about?

One of your own people.

You've been double-crossed by one of your own men.

Name him.

How do you know he ain't gonna cross you

when he gets his hands on the dough?

She's bluffing!

It's Bick Cassandrus.

But that's a lie.

I don't think so.

It adds up.

Photographing the books.

Bick wouldn't cross me.

I'd bet my life on it.

Just got a report from the street.

Police cars are headed this way.

Books! The books...

We gotta burn the books.

Kerosene... there, on the counter.

Stand back.

Watch it!

Where's your lady friend?

You want information, see our lawyer.

Mr. Ness?

You shut up!

All right, talk!

I'm practical, Mr. Ness.

You remember me when the charges start to fly...

I'll try and guess where the lady went.

Did it work?

Did you tell 'em about the photographs?

I told them.

Ginnie, I... come here to kill you.

It's my job.

Open 'em up.

Go ahead.

Baby, it's transportation for two to Mexico.

I don't know, it must be that disinfectant you smell of.

You know, the one... the one that smells like a jail.

You make me feel...

What I'm trying to say is...

Thanks for coming into my life.

Stop it! Stop it!

No, no, Ginnie, Ginnie, it's the truth! Ginnie!

I can't believe you.

Ginnie... I can't...

Oh, Bick, I mustn't leave you.

Oh, baby... Oh, baby.

You're not gonna be a loser no more, see.

You and me, we're getting out of here right now, see?

We won't even pack no clothes.

We'll buy everything new, even toothbrushes.

Oh, baby, it's gonna be a whole new time for both of us.

It's going to be a whole new time for all of us, Bickie Boy.

Don't. Don't kill him.

LaROSE: Too late.

You've already signed the tab, love.

No, please don't.

Now.

Drop it!

I'm not really a loser, Mr. Ness.

The remains of the half-burned books

were enough to insure stiff prison terms

for the leaders of The Group,

marking the end of their syndicate.

As for Ginnie Littlesmith,

she received a suspended sentence

for withholding evidence,

and she led a suspended life thereafter,

as a model spinster.

Except that, on certain lonely nights,

she'd pull out a dress with sequins on it

that shone like Devil's eyes, and she would remember.

The Untouchables.