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(theme music plays)

(whistle blowing)

WINCHELL: The 20th Century Limited.

24 hours from New York's Grand Central

to Chicago's LaSalle Street Station.

On the night of June 3, 1932,

one very special train carried hot cargo.

Joey Lassiter, a legend in his own time,

as the greatest inside man in the bootlegging racket.

And his pilot fish, Nick Karabinos.

It was not the train attracting Joey Lassiter

to Chicago.

It was a magnet, Eliot Ness.

Nick.

Nick Karabinos.

Hey, Nick.

Nick, how are you?

You look great. Just great.

Travel first class these days, huh?

Hello, Birdie. Long time, no see.

Yeah, it was ten years. Easy ten.

Hey, what you doing in Chi?

-A little business. -Little business, huh?

Well, if you need a good man, I'm free.

Might be able to do you some good.

Where can we talk?

Uh, over there.

Fine.

Everybody in this town knows me, Nick.

I could really put you in touch...

-Birdie. -Yeah, Nick?

(door opens)

(door closes)

I'm sorry, Birdie.

What's the matter?

Nobody in this town knows us,

and that's the way it's got to be.

Well, you're a talker, Birdie.

You got a big mouth.

(groans)

Get me a cab.

Never should've come, Joey.

Bad start.

Bad.

I got a deal waiting.

A quarter of a million deal, Nick.

We shouldn't have come.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Cooker in the Sky"

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Milton Selzer...

J.D. Cannon...

Anne Jackson.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

WINCHELL: Joey Lassiter and friend

took a cab at 9:45.

At 10:00 sharp, they arrived at the Bell Club.

(brakes screech)

Wait here.

(indistinct chatter)

TULLY: The guy's got a reputation.

He's got the best reputation.

MAN: And we expect performance this time.

TULLY: Well, you're gonna get performance.

You're gonna pay for performance. You'll get it.

But you got to have a little...

Joey Lassiter?

No. No good, Mr. Tully.

What? The place?

Well, it's the safest place in Chicago.

Feds were just here.

LASSITER: Not where,

who.

When you called me, we agreed to private meeting.

Oh...

it's their money, Joey.

We better get straight right now, Mr. Tully.

I came here a stranger. That's my edge.

I'm going to keep it that way.

This isn't personal.

I don't like crowds.

It's bad for business.

Well, we heard you were good for business.

Best inside man in the business,

so let’s talk business, hmm?

I don't come a thousand miles to talk.

I came to build you a Ness-proof brewery.

This isn't nickels and dimes, Joey.

Like yachts, Tully,

if you have to ask how much, you can't afford it.

Al right,

let's say we come up with the $250,000.

Then what?

Then nothing.

I work my own way.

No bosses, no interference,

no supervisors.

Trains run both ways, yes or no?

I vote yes.

Anybody against?

Come on, come on, Harry.

What have you got to say?

Uh.

It's okay with me, Tull.

If everybody wants him, I want him.

I'm a company man.

Strictly a company man.

We're in.

Answer one question, Edna,

is it easy to be the inside man for this organization?

Do I work like a dog?

Do I sit up nights worrying about the business?

Do I do the best I can for Tully

with Ness on my back?

What's wrong, Harry?

Just answer me. Do I?

You know you do. So what's wrong?

Shouldn't I be able to expect a little loyalty?

Not a lot, not a lot, just a little loyalty?

You're not making sense, Harry.

Why should I be an exception? Nobody's making sense tonight.

Why should I be different, huh?

Harry, you want to sit down...

and tell me about it from the beginning?

All right, all right.

Now, picture this, Edna, just picture this:

Tully calls a meeting,

not at the office, at the Bell Club.

You know, the one that Ness took apart last week.

There we sit, the money men and me.

I didn't even know what the meeting was for.

Then Tully says, get this, he says,

"We need beer.” He's telling me we need beer.

Just like I didn't know.

Like I didn't see seven breweries

I built with my own hands wrecked by the Feds.

So go ahead.

Then he says,

"I have the answer."” What answer?

"An expert,” he says.

This Joey Lassiter can build us a Ness-proof brewery.

I laughed to myself. Who wouldn't laugh?

Then in comes this Joey Lassiter,

and what do you think happens?

They take him on to build a brewery.

And the topper, are you ready for this?

The topper comes when Tully says,

"I give you Harry." He gives me to him

to run his errands.

Can you imagine that?

Me, the number one inside man, an errand boy.

So what'd you say, Harry?

What could I say?

This Lassiter walks in, wham, bam...

he's got his deal and it's over.

We got trouble, Harry.

Oh, it really galls me.

Who's been building their breweries

for the past two years? And without outside help.

You'd think Tully would've discussed it with me at least.

Harry, you're a boob, Harry.

I didn't come home to get called names, Edna.

Then think.

Like some genius with numbers you are.

Long division you do easy, but you can't add two and two?

Four. Where is there some peace? Where?

So why you to be Lassiter's errand boy?

Because I'm the only one who knows the operation.

That's why.

And before you're through, this Lassiter will know it, too.

Think, Harry. I know you.

The trouble is, Tully knows you, too.

You'll teach this new man all you know.

Then what?

They don't need you. What do they need you for?

What are they gonna do? Fire me?

No, I wish they would.

Harry...

Tully is like a cash register.

So what is he gonna pay two men to do the same job?

Al right.

You want me to say it, Edna?

All right, I'll say it.

When they took the vote,

when every last one of them wanted Joey in,

I was so scared I thought I was going to choke.

I thought I'd be dead before I got home.

But they gave me an out.

And I took it. So I'm an errand boy.

I was afraid.

And I would have crawled across the loop on my belly

to stay alive.

You want to know why I didn't tell you right out?

What kind of a man wants to come home

and tell his wife he's afraid?

I'll get you some coffee, Harry.

Coffee won't help.

If Joey finishes that brewery, I'm dead.

They'll kill me without turning around.

You got to stop him.

How?

Eliot Ness.

Me go to Ness?

Are you sick?

He could stop Lassiter.

Sure, but what would happen to me

when Tully found out what I did?

It's the same thing-- I'm dead.

No, Edna, no Ness.

You got a better idea?

No Ness.

That's final.

Go to bed, Harry.

I'm turning out the lights.

Federal Building.

Hello?

I want to speak to Eliot Ness.

No, no, no.

I'll only speak to Mr. Ness.

Alex Copeland. Male, Caucasian.

Height, five feet eight. Age 50 years old.

Sure he's dressing prettier now, he's got big money.

-(phone rings) -Weight 200...

-Hello. Yes. -...scar over the right eye.

What's it about? Hold on.

-Eliot? -Yeah.

There's a woman on the phone...

she won't talk to anybody but you.

Al right.

That's enough for tonight anyway.

Hello, Ness speaking.

Joey Lassiter is in town to build a brewery.

Hello? Hello?

The name Joey Lassiter mean anything to you?

Lassiter, Lassiter...

I seem to remember something on that name.

Not good.

Lady says he's in town to build a brewery.

Think it's another crank call?

Must be a full moon out or something.

We had three or four of them yesterday.

Maybe, but this one sounded real.

Said her peace and ran off fast.

Wait a minute. Didn't we gat an inquiry

from Boston or New York on Joey Lassiter?

-Check on it, huh? -Right.

Can I have our New York office, please?

Score card reads pretty good for the past three months:

13,000 gallons of finished whiskey and gin,

800 cases imported whiskeys,

180 cases champagne, brandies, and cordials.

And here's where the boys must really be hurting...

13 breweries hit, and enough beer down the drain

to raise the mean level of Lake Michigan.

Yeah, they're hurting, all right.

There's nothing in our files on a Joey Lassiter.

Well, to be ready for the next call...

What next call?

Some place in Chicago there's a woman who knows Joey Lassiter,

a woman who doesn't like Joey Lassiter.

She'll call again.

-I'll take the switchboard. -Good.

We'll cut into four hour shifts, monitor every call, huh?

No, let it ring. I'll hang on.

You think one of the syndicates

might be bringing in a new inside man?

If they are, somebody's out of a job.

Bill, check with the morgue.

In that line of work, the unemployed turn up dead.

Right.

Hello. Yes, this is Chicago.

YOUNGFELLOW: Operator, get me the city morgue.

I know it's late, but could you check your files

on a Lassiter, Joey Lassiter?

Yes, we know it's late.

L-A-$-S-I-T-E-R.

You won't find any stronger building

in Chicago, Mr. Timmons.

Fine-looking building.

No stronger in Chicago.

Let's take a look.

It was built before the war, Mr. Timmons,

with the finest materials.

Workmanship was cheaper then, too,

and the pride the men took was absolutely astounding.

Notice every possible safety precaution's been taken.

As you noticed, the loading platform

is close to the service elevator here.

And there's additional storage space on both sides

for the tenants.

Shall we go up?

Tell me the truth, Mr. Timmons,

have you ever seen a building built any better than this?

This is the largest service elevator in the whole district.

Mr. Miller, if the space is right, I'll take it.

It's a fine building.

Thank you.

There's a fine clientele here, too.

Uh, this’ll be six.

Uh, if you'll just step out.

No need.

How large is the drainage pipe?

Uh, ten inch, I believe.

It's at least eight.

Who leases the floor below?

Oh, that'll be the Chaney Whitlow Automobile Company.

They store new automobiles here.

Are you sure you wouldn't like to look around?

I've seen all I need to.

Well, if it meets with your approval,

I'll just draw up the lease.

Well, I don't think you mentioned what kind of business

you fellas are in.

Make the lease out to J.L. Paint Company.

But we're not zoned for paint.

Make it out to J.L. Storage.

Oh, yes.

Good-bye, Mr. Miller.

Yes, I'll, uh,

I'll see you back at my office later.

I'll just take a cab.

Well, Harry, we're on our way.

Yeah.

I think this calls for a drink.

Well, Harry, I figured you for a small-timer.

How wrong could I have been?

And me, you figured me to be looking for your spot, right?

An outsider coming in to push you out.

It's not the way it is at all, Harry.

I don't want your spot.

There's plenty of work for two men, Joey.

Well, sure there is, but I'm not one of them.

I couldn't take it.

Staying put, work day in, day out, the way you do.

No, I'm strictly a visitor, Harry.

Did you tell Tully that?

My deal is to build one plant, grab my money, and run.

That surprise you, Harry?

Tully didn't tell me what kind of a deal you had.

Well, he should have.

Well, maybe he's looking to make you nervous,

then gets to take a cut in money.

(chuckling)

Well, that sounds like him.

Well, then I'm glad we had this talk.

Now he won't be able to rattle you.

Feels good to put something over on a guy like Tully, eh?

CLERK: 15 cents.

On us, Harry.

You know, when I was a kid, I was nuts about chocolate sodas.

But I never used a straw.

You know how kids are, too tough to use a straw.

Spent half my life walking around

with a smear of chocolate on my upper lip.

My boy's like that.

You'll have to meet him, Joey.

I didn't know you had a son, Harry.

Oh.

The boy's 11, my daughter's six.

Harry Jr., Alba Mae.

Very good-looking kids, Harry.

Thanks, Joey.

A business like ours, you don't see much of them, do you?

No, sometimes on Sunday,

we take a drive somewhere, but that's all.

They're in bed when I get home,

and I'm gone when they get up in the morning.

You're gonna put yourself in an early grave, Harry.

Relax more.

Now, you're done for the day.

Go on home, spend some time with your family.

Well, that's a nice thought, Joey,

but I should stay with you; something might come up.

Ah, nothing will come up.

(chuckles)

Well, if you put it that way, I...

Sure, Harry, you go on.

I'll call you.

I'll leave you the car.

No, you take it. We'll catch a cab.

Go, go, enjoy your family.

Thanks, Joey.

I'll hear from you.

Oh, thanks for the soda.

It's our pleasure.

He should go.

Now, Joey.

What's up?

Boston. They don't have a make on Joey Lassiter.

Just a name, no record, no pictures, no prints, nothing.

A real mystery man.

Name comes up again and again in various investigations,

stills and breweries.

The bottom of the page, that's the best part.

They want us to send them what we have.

Wonder what they charge for a one-word wire: Goose egg.

Not quite, check the next page.

Lassiter comes in pairs.

You put out an all points on the traveling companion?

Done.

We got a record on Mr. Nick Karabinos.

Every charge in the book including two arrests,

suspected murder.

Page missing?

No.

How come all of a sudden the clean bill of health?

No charges, not even a parking ticket, the last ten years.

Maybe that's when he met Lassiter.

Maybe.

Let's find Mr. Karabinos.

Ooh!

-(laughs) -What are you doing home so early?

We were done for the day.

Now, where are the kids?

In school, where else?

Oh, yeah.

Turn it off for a second; I want to tell you something.

That Joey... That Joey, Edna, is smart.

You know where he's gonna put his brewery?

In a warehouse, but upstairs on the sixth floor of a warehouse.

You could sniff around for years and never find it.

A cooker in the sky.

Smart, and would you figure Joey

for a guy who likes chocolate sodas?

He does.

We stopped and had one together.

So, now you like him, right?

Well, he's not what I thought he was.

Uh, where's "The Golden Dream,” hmm?

He told you he needs you.

He told you he doesn't want your job.

How did you know?

Harry,

dear Harry, what did he do?

He bought you with a nickel soda?

Are you gonna start on me again?

It's not again, it's still.

No matter what Joey says, nothing has changed.

It's still the same, Harry.

But I could have been wrong before.

So, I could have been Julius Caesar.

What do you think? A man is gonna build a gold mine,

and then put a closed sign on the door?

-Joey said... -"Joey said.”

"Joey said."”

What happens when Tully offers him another $250,000

to build another Ness-proof brewery, huh?

You think he's gonna put up two signs?

It's gonna say, "Here, Harry.

Here are the keys to my goldmine.”

You've got stop him, Harry.

Hate it, regret it, but stop him.

I'm not gonna call Ness.

I already called him.

You what?

I told him Joey was in Chicago.

What have you done to me, Edna?

I saved your life, maybe.

I saved this house, I saved the kids,

that's what I did to you.

If Tully finds out, he'll kill me.

If Tully had wings, he could fly.

Who knows who called Ness.

You know and I know, but Ness doesn't even know.

Ness will never find him.

Nobody knows where he lives, nothing about him.

All right, all right, so find out.

I already found out.

I followed him.

You know where he stays?

Crayton Hotel.

He walks in and out like some big businessman.

Ness will never find him.

So, you call Ness and you tell him where to find him.

I can't!

Federal Building.

Ness is are only chance, Harry.

You've got to talk to him.

Uh, oh, I, uh, I want Ness.

(rings)

Hello, Ness.

Um, Mr. Ness,

uh, Joey Lassiter is in town.

Can you tell me about Joey Lassiter?

He's here to build a brewery.

I see. Where can I find him?

Crayton Hotel.

Describe Lassiter.

Well, he's, uh,

dark, about my build...

Hello, Bill?

Get it?

(sighs) Too bad.

Mr. Lassiter's fan club's growing.

First a woman, now a man.

-Crayton Hotel. -Right.

We'd like to look at your register.

Certainly, sir.

-Do you have an office we can use? -Yes.

Do you have a Mr. Lassiter registered?

No, sir, we have a Mr. Ludlow.

Uh, no Lassiter that I can recall.

Mr. Karabinos? Nick Karabinos?

-No, sir. -May we check the register?

Oh, certainly, sir. Can I help you?

-We'll call you if we need you. -Yes, sir.

We got our first call on the third, so check back from there,

and remember Lassiter comes in pairs.

Registered on the third.

From New York, Timmons and Wallace.

Could be.

WINCHELL: Joey Lassiter, the top inside man in the rackets,

upped his bid for a Ness-proof brewery.

Next item up for bidding, number 416,

water towers and supporting stanchions, dismantled.

Plastic, 10,000 gallons each.

Three to be sold.

You are bidding on one.

May I have an opening bid of 500?

-500. - get 500.

-Do I hear six? -Six.

Six, do I hear seven?

2,500.

Once,

twice...

(gavel bangs)

Sold to this gentleman right here.

-Do you want one or all, sir? -The lot.

-Thank you.

We require a 30% deposit.

Two grand and some change.

Do you want them delivered?

We'll pick them up.

Your company name, please?

Murphy's Dairy.

WINCHELL: Joey's next step was to pay a visit

to the president of a feed and grain company.

His elaborate plan was to have the rice, malt, and grain

needed to make his beer delivered there by rail,

where it would appear to be

an innocent shipment of cattle feed.

We don't lease space.

We sell grain, Mr. Timmons.

Set a price.

Could be expensive.

Don't worry. We'll come to terms.

(bell clanging)

(hammering)

(tools clanging)

-Looks good, Jim. -Thanks.

What about the pipe from six down to the lower basement?

It's on the new prints.

Go out the back wall and down parallel to the drainpipe.

How long is it gonna take to reinforce the floor?

Working nights, three days.

Well, you got two.

It can't be done that fast.

Surprise yourself.

Heavy railway schedule in this area

between 9:00 and 11:00 in the morning and midnight and 3:00.

I've told 'em to, uh, make any racket during those hours.

Fast is important on this job, Jim.

Tell me one time it ain't.

(engine starting)

HOBSON: The first five floors are rented

to reputable companies.

And he certainly couldn't ventilate the basement

without giving off some kind of an odor.

NESS: There are six floors, Lee.

Oh, it's impossible. The floors would cave in.

There are a thousand reasons why it couldn't be done.

Could you think of a better place to hide a brewery?

You're giving Lassiter an awful lot of credit, Eliot.

Not many mistakes he made so far.

Except for the phone tip, he'd be in the clear.

No, Lee, this has got to be the site of the brewery.

Well, when do we look?

It'll be dark in one hour.

It looks nice and quiet.

No lights except on the sixth floor.

Let's just sit here for a few minutes, see what happens.

I'm sure curious.

It'll keep.

Okay, we wait.

(whirring, tools clanging)

Busman's holiday, Harry.

I just wondered how things were going.

You could have been followed, Harry.

No. I was careful.

Bad for business.

Don't come back here unless I ask you.

I'm sorry, Joey.

I see you're really making time.

Hard work, Harry.

You know how it is.

As long as you're here, have a good look around.

Oh, thanks, Joey.

I got things to do.

Take your time.

Who's our in with the water commission?

Oh, uh...

Uh, Bob Bisbee, uh, John Luntz and Ray Stanleys.

Bisbee is the top man.

Thanks, Harry.

See any place you can make an improvement,

I'd like to hear your suggestion.

Okay, Joey.

Glad to.

Not good, Joey.

Like I told you, he should go.

He will.

(metal clanging)

-Lee? -Hmm?

(engine starting)

NESS: Now we go.

(door opening)

I

I

Granddaddy of 'em all.

Yeah. You got to give Lassiter this much.

He does something, he does it big.

How much beer could they turn out with that equipment?

Maybe as much as 10,000 gallons a day.

I don't know.

Well, we'll have to ask him when we close him down.

MAN: Hey, Ernie, over here.

(Ness sighs)

Suppose we don't?

(Ness sighs)

Don't what?

Don't close him down.

You lost me.

We're gonna let Joey Lassiter finish his brewery.

What?!

The altitude got you or something?

Who was it just passed us in the alley?

Harry Gordon.

It has to be Tully's operation.

Cost him two, maybe $300,000 before he's finished.

So we hit him now and make him start over.

Not this time, Lee.

We know where Tully's pouring his money.

We're gonna let him keep pouring.

Let Lassiter build a brewery for him, then hit it.

We can break Tully.

Eliot, climbing out the limb

and begging to have it sawed off behind you.

-I think it's worth the risk. -I don't.

Look, there's a stoolie in this operation,

and he's singing like a bird.

Us today, who tomorrow?

I admit it's a risk. I still think it's worth it.

Eliot?

Yeah.

Eliot, if word got out

that we know a brewery's being built

and we don't close it down, it's gonna look like

we're on the take, like we're getting paid off.

The newspapers will crucify us.

Everything we've worked for will be destroyed.

That's too much to risk.

Is it?

When they tap that investment,

Tully'll be there, has to be there.

His money men, names we don't even know--

they'll be there, too.

Tully won't play to an empty house.

But you can't be sure of that.

The last 18 months, we've been just a little late.

We couldn't get Tully because he'd been too late.

This time, we're out front, Lee. We're gonna stay there.

The odds are too long.

We wait, Lee.

I still say no.

That's the way it's gonna be.

If you can't go along, you'll have to take it upstairs.

I couldn't do that, and you know it.

It's got to be one or the other, Lee.

There's no third choice.

WINCHELL: Work on Joey's brain child,

his cooker in the sky, continued on schedule.

But every move he made was seen.

Every purchase investigated and charted by the Untouchables.

Harry Gordon continued to sweat.

He followed Joey's progress

like a man watching a printer printing his obituary.

(hissing)

(squeaking)

(hissing)

(sighs)

(Harry sighs)

Forgive me, hon.

I'm drunk.

Well, sit down, Harry.

No, no, you sit down. Go ahead, sit down.

I'm drunk because I-I couldn't come home sober.

I've got here in this envelope everything we own--

my insurance, the deed to the house

and that lot we have in Florida.

It's all here, and you should have it,

because I couldn't come home sober.

Harry.

I'm gonna die, and I know I'm gonna die,

and you should have the papers.

Where's the bank book?

-Oh, Harry. -No, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I'm not a coward, Edna, do you hear?

But I don't want to die.

Joey's gonna finish his brewery in four days,

and Harry Gordon is no longer needed.

I-I've sat down and thought,

and I know, only a miracle will save me.

And there won't be a miracle.

Well, Harry, there's Ness.

If he was gonna stop Joey,

he would have stopped Joey if he was gonna stop Joey.

Joey has magic.

Joey has my job.

Joey has a brewery in heaven.

And Joey has Ness.

That's the only reason why Ness hasn't got him.

Joey owns Ness and me.

But not you.

Not you and the kids, no.

You pack up and go away.

You take the papers and our bank book

and our kids and go away.

Don't even come back for funeral.

Harry, now, you just can't give up like it.

There's no time left! Now, you pack up and go away!

No, Harry, I won't.

Four days left.

-One, two, three... -Harry, rest.

Rest, Harry.

Joey's brewery finished in four days.

Harry Gordon finished in four days.

Don't you understand?

Harry.

Poor Harry.

Not poor Harry. No.

I

-Good evening. -I'm Will Hafnur, Washington.

Eliot Ness.

What can we do for you, Mr. Hafnur?

I had to come into Chicago, and while I'm here

I thought I'd check out something

that's been bothering me--

this requisition that went through

for 300 feet of 13 1/8-inch pipe.

What was the pipe for, Mr. Ness?

I'm helping the top bootlegging organization in the city

to build a brewery, Mr. Hafnur,

the biggest illegal brewery since Prohibition began.

(chuckling): You're joking.

No, that's exactly what I'm doing.

For 18 months we've been trying to nail the Tully organization.

You'll have to find another way, Mr. Ness.

Tully's men needed pipe and couldn't get it.

We set up a legitimate supplier to take the order

and we filled it.

Since we got the pipe,

it's cost the Tully organization another $98,000.

Here's an itemized account of every nickel spent.

You're going to have to close that brewery

right now, Mr. Ness.

But that won't end the Tully organization.

Eliot's right.

We've got to get Tully himself.

If we hold off until that brewery is completed,

we have every reason to believe

we can get him and his money men.

Your job is to prevent, where possible, the manufacture

and distribution of illegal spirits.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Ness.

Helping them,

using government sources to acquire pipe for bootleggers--

no, Mr. Ness, close it, close it now.

That brewery is being built on the sixth floor

of a warehouse, Mr. Hafnur.

I've got to take a dozen men in that building

and I'm not going to do that unless I can be reasonably sure

I can bring them all back out again.

There are always risks.

I said reasonably sure.

Here's a ground plan of the building, Mr. Hafnur.

Maybe you can tell me how to do that.

-That's your job, Mr. Ness. -Then let me do it.

File a report with the department

on this meeting, Mr. Ness.

I'll file my own.

I'm sure you'd like to get right to it.

Good night.

(sighs)

Hey, what are we, the good guys or the bad guys?

(all laughing)

WINCHELL: Joey had given himself 30 days.

To the exact day the brewery was finished,

and Joey was ready to show off his cooker in the sky.

Why the pickup service, Joey?

I could have drove.

It's a courtesy and safer.

Always thinking.

How soon do we start getting the beer?

Tomorrow, day after at the latest.

I'll need at least 50 barrels.

Whatever you need.

That's music, Joey.

It's a nice night.

Hmm.

Oh, I went over the figures, Tull.

If Joey puts out what he claims he will,

we'll amortize the operation in two months.

He will.

Yes, I think so, too.

I wasn't expecting you, Harry.

There's no more room.

Why be uncomfortable, Harry?

You've seen the brewery.

Go home.

But you might need me.

Joey.

We won't need you, Harry.

I, I, I'd like to...

I'd, I'd like to go along.

Big.

And on time, right, Joey?

You know about beer?

For 250 Gs, tell the boys.

Al right.

Up on top there are two tubs.

One is for rice flour, the other for malt.

We bring the flour in already milled.

Saves on work, noise, and dust.

Costs a little more, but it's worth it.

Has to be mixed with water--

separate first, then run together into that copper vat

where it's cooked-- real steam.

This is where our steam comes from for the cooker.

We use it to power our pumps, too.

Now, when it's been cooked enough,

it runs down into this open vat.

We add the hops for flavor, cool it to room temperature,

filter the hops out, pump it into that cooling unit,

cool it to about 50 degrees,

then pump it back into those big vats,

add the yeast, let it work, then we barrel it.

No storage to age it?

Why do it here?

Looks like a swimming pool.

We barrel it right after it ferments.

Fill the barrels about three-quarters,

let the yeast fill in the rest of the way,

and our buyers sell it.

No storage, no spillage when we barrel it.

Will that work, Tully?

Well, let's trust him, huh?

Now, how do you arrange to get it to the speaks?

Freight car.

Oh, come on now.

Or at least three cars.

This building's on a grade-- not a big grade but enough.

The cars are dropped at the top of the grade.

Our boys make sure it's clear, release the brake.

We load it-—- takes an hour, no more.

We roll it to the bottom of the grade.

Railroad ships it across town,

our buyers take it right off the car.

And if the car is raided,

Ness winds up at the top of the grade where it was delivered

or at the bottom where it was picked up, huh?

With 30 warehouses in between.

And who'd look for a cooker in the sky?

(laughs)

Joey, you're a genius.

Don't pin ho medals on him till we see the beer.

All right, Guido, let's see what we've got.

Nick.

Glass for the gentleman.

Two of them sleeping.

Easy now.

Be my guest, Tully.

Federal raid.

Hold it.

Take 'em.

Can we get out of here in a day?

It's their money, let them worry.

Pour, dummy.

Come on, pour.

Good color.

A little green but good.

You're an artist, Joey, congratulations.

Go on, Tully, drink it, enjoy it.

Expensive beer.

Quarter of a million for one glass.

Want some coffee, Harry?

No, no.

Maybe we were wrong, you know, maybe we were worried about...

But you weren't there.

When that doorbell rings, you go upstairs.

Harry, get a gun, protect yourself.

And what would I do with it?

I don't know anything about guns.

Uh, turn on the radio-- some music or...

-(jazz playing on radio) -EDNA: Okay?

Mm-hmm.

ANNOUNCER (over radio): And now the top of the local news.

This evening federal officers staged

a raid on what is considered

the largest illegal brewery ever constructed.

No injuries are reported.

Taken in the raid were gangland king Louis Tully,

Guido Lagatudda, Joey Lassiter, Tim Hawkins,

Herbie Simon, and Nicholas Karabinos.

Edna, Edna, come on down!

-Edna. -Our reporters are on the scene

-and a complete report will follow. -Edna.

Ness knocked it over, Ness knocked it over.

-What? -Tully and Lassiter-- they're in jail.

He raided the warehouse.

I just heard it on the radio here.

-(changing station) -Station here.

-I just heard it. -It's a miracle.

Yes.

Harry, now they'll need you.

But I don't need them.

They're inside, Edna, I'm the only one free.

I'm the only one who knows the operation.

Now we're the king, Edna.

-Oh! -WINCHELL: Two miles away in Chicago's Convention Hall,

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was accepting

the Democratic Party's nomination

for the presidency of the United States.

The 17th plank in his platform--

the repeal of Prohibition,

in truth the repeal of Harry Gordon himself.

Harry Gordon was the king--

the king of nothing at all.