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(theme music plays)

(toy train whistle blowing)

All right, Doctor, plain English now--

what have I got?

Medical science doesn't really know a great deal

about this disease.

You got some medicine, though,

you brought some pills, something?

In the later stages, your illness will be accompanied

by dizzy spells, severe migratory pains.

These pills will help to ease the pain.

About the only thing else I can recommend

is for you to go to bed,

get as much rest as possible.

Now, wait a minute, Doc.

You are talking about going to bed, easing the pain--

you haven't said anything about how long before I'm cured!

Mr. Radick...

there is no cure for leukemia.

Here in the '30s, medicine is making great strides.

Hopefully, in the future...

How long, Doctor?

How long I got?

A few weeks, perhaps.

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

WALTER WINCHELL: From a career that had its beginning

in a Chicago gutter,

Charley Radick had ascended to the throne

of a multimillion-dollar rackets empire.

Radick knew that when the news leaked out

that he was going to die, every mobster in Chicago

would lay claim to his vacated throne,

setting the stage for a violent

underworld civil war.

♪♪

ANNOUNCER:

“Elegy."

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring John Larch...

Peggy Ann Garner.

With special guest star Barbara Stanwyck.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

♪♪

(doorbell buzzing)

Mr. Radick.

Velma, it's Mr. Radick.

Well, can I get you a cold drink?

Maybe a cup of coffee or something?

Please, please sit down a minute, Mr. Radick.

Velma, would you turn the radio off?

I want to see her.

I said turn it off.

Margaret's not here.

What do you give me, she's not here?

Where is she?

It's been nearly three years now.

What are you talking about?

We tried to find her.

Honest, Mr. Radick.

Seven years, she lived here.

She was just like our own.

All of a sudden, she just disappears.

Why didn't somebody tell me?

Oh, we meant to, but...

We hoped that she'd come back to us someday.

Those checks I've been sending you every month,

what about them?

You dirty scum.

The good people who was gonna take care of my kid,

make her a nice home,

let her grow up decent.

Now, I want to know where she is.

I don't know.

He's telling the truth.

It was you that she hated.

That's why she ran away.

What are you talking about?

Margaret couldn't hate her own papa.

Kids don't hate their own papa!

Margaret's not a child anymore.

It's been nearly ten years since you brought her to us.

She grew up.

She's a woman now.

I'm gonna find her, you hear that?

And I'm gonna make it up to her.

The years.

Margaret's gonna be rich just because she's my kid.

And you,

I ought to kill you.

It still could happen.

You dream on that, both of you.

(door slams)

I knew we should've told him.

NESS: Hello, Radick.

What do you want, Ness?

Let's talk about it.

I got no time to talk.

I'm running out of time, or hasn't anybody told you?

I've heard.

How do you feel when you look back over your life, Radick?

What do you see?

Why don't you shut up, Ness?

You die, Radick, every mob in Chicago

will move in here to take over where you left off.

So what?

In a gang war, innocent people get killed.

-So what? -Give you a chance to do

one decent thing before you go under.

Turn over your books to me.

Names of the people in your organization,

distribution points, contacts in City Hall.

You destroy your empire,

there'll be nothing left to fight over.

Why should I help you?

What do I care what happens after me?

You're a dead man, Radick.

What have you got to lose?

You want a deal, Ness?

All right, I'll make you a deal.

I did a turn in prison, five to ten, remember?

Yeah.

Well,

this picture, it's my kid.

That's something you don't know.

When I got sent up, I...

left her with the good people in there.

It was in prison I met some guys

that set up my organization.

When I got out,

I never came back for my kid.

Three years ago, she ran away.

Ness, I want to see her again be...

before it happens to me.

Now, you got ways of finding people.

Find Margaret, I'll give you everything you ask for,

all wrapped up in a ribbon.

That's my deal, Ness.

Like you said,

what do I got to lose, huh?

NESS: Afraid that picture's all you'll have to go on, Aggie.

Oh, sometimes we don't even have this much.

This one better be fast.

A few weeks, maybe not even that.

As hard as person might try, it's pretty difficult

to crawl in a shell and hide from the world.

Too many everyday associations.

How do you know where to start looking?

A young woman, no M.O.,

no record of any kind.

Well, um, these cases we've recently closed.

Take, for instance, this one, Lou Kowalchek.

Now, Lou was a stevedore.

We traced him through union membership.

And then there's, uh, Mary Reiner.

She was a diabetic, needed a regular supply of insulin shots.

Then there's the Hall of Records,

Vital Statistics, Automobile Department, hospitals.

Sometimes, our best friend is the telephone directory.

'Course, it's always a shot in the dark,

but let's just see if she's listed.

June, will you look in the telephone directories

for the past three years.

See if you can find a Margaret Radick.

R-A-D-I-C-K, huh?

All right, Lieutenant.

MAN: Look, lady, I told you before,

a runaway husband is not considered a missing person.

Not unless there's a criminal act involved.

But I cook for him, slave for him.

Now, you just go on home.

Maybe he'll be there when you get back.

I just left Captain Johnson's office a few minutes ago.

Looks like you've got the whole department

trying to find your young lady.

She must be pretty important.

She is.

If she's in Chicago, we'll bring her to the surface.

Sorry, Lieutenant, no Margaret Radick.

Well, looks like our shot in the dark misfired.

I think our next step will be to talk

to Margaret's foster parents.

Find out more about our subject, her habits and hobbies.

Then we'll have a better idea of where to start looking.

You can reach me at the office, Aggie.

I'd like to know the minute you come up with anything, huh?

-We'll keep in touch. -Thanks.

-Bye. -Bye.

Oh, uh, Lieutenant.

-Hmm? -These just came up from the lab.

Oh, thanks.

June, distribute these to personnel, please.

Margaret was a good girl, Ms. Stewart.

I never did have any children of my own.

Fred never wanted any children.

But if I had a daughter, I would want her to be

exactly like Margaret.

You don't have any idea where she might have gone to?

Uh-uh.

Fred and I, we went to the movies that night.

I remember it was a Lon Chaney movie.

When we got home, Margaret was gone.

I-I don't remember...

FRED: I almost got killed because of her

and you want to help?

Now, I'll tell you what I want.

I want you to get out of here.

-I want you to let us alone. -Oh, Fred, please.

Velma, you stay out of this.

For your information,

we're looking for Margaret at the request of her father.

Now, if you don't want to answer my questions,

I'll tell Mr. Radick that you refused to cooperate with me.

You're trying to find Margaret for him?

Mm-hmm.

I didn't know that.

Velma, where is that postcard Margaret sent?

It ought to be around here somewhere.

I think it's in the carton.

That's the Sunday school class that Margaret taught.

She always did like kids.

Ms. Stewart, if you do find Margaret, would you...

Would you tell her that I've missed her?

I will.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

I found it.

May I borrow this for a while?

Certainly.

Frank, how would you like to drive up to Evanston?

It's a nice town.

(engine starts)

WINCHELL: Eliot Ness and the Untouchables

continued to hit at the soft underbelly

of the booze industry-- the breweries.

They hit hard and they hit fast.

Some of these illicit enterprises

belonged to Charley Radick.

And while Eliot Ness worked in Chicago,

Lieutenant Agatha Stewart went to work in Evanston, Illinois.

The search for Margaret Radick had begun.

Lieutenant Stewart's only clue was a postcard

mailed from this town three years before.

Lieutenant Stewart and the officers of Missing Persons

threw a fine-mesh net over the city of Evanston.

But when they reeled in, the net came up empty.

I'm sorry.

Our files go back for five years,

but we have no record of a Margaret Radick

making application for a job in this office.

Well, thank you very much for your time, Mrs. Voss.

You're quite welcome.

Oh, I hope you find the girl.

Mm-hmm. Anything?

No, I'm afraid not.

We've pretty well covered the field.

You know, Aggie, Margaret Radick could have just been

passing through Evanston when she mailed that postcard.

She might be a thousand miles from here.

I must admit, that thought occurred to me, too.

You know, so far, we've been going by the book

and we're batting zero.

But maybe if we threw the book away.

Some kind of brainstorm, Lieutenant?

Maybe.

Mind if I borrow your car for a while?

-Sure, I can ride back with Harrison and Malone. -Great.

Let's hope your brainstorm brings rain.

WINCHELL: There were 41 churches in Evanston.

It was not until the 22nd that Dame Fortune smiled.

No, I don't think we've ever had a Margaret Radick

in this parish-- at least, not to my recollection.

This may not be of much help to you.

It was taken nearly ten years ago.

No-- Oh, wait a minute.

Yes, of course.

Margaret Wilson.

There's something about the eyes-- distant and troubled--

that reminds me of her.

Then you think you might know her?

Well, if it's the same young woman.

I thought you were looking for a Margaret Radick.

Well, she could have changed her name.

What do you know about Margaret Wilson?

Well, not very much, I'm afraid.

She always attended church regularly.

She liked children.

As a matter of fact, she came to me once

and asked if she might be allowed to teach

one of our Sunday school classes.

However, some of our parents looked with disfavor upon having

their children taught by, well, shall we say, a stranger.

You speak of Margaret Wilson's activities in the past tense.

Well, yes, she left Evanston about two years ago.

I remember looking down at her in the first row

the last Sunday she attended services.

There was a sadness in her face I'll never forget.

Do you know where Margaret moved to when she left Evanston?

I'm afraid not.

Well, do you know where she used to live when she was here?

No, I don't.

A rooming house, apartment, a name, anything?

Anything at all?

No...

Wait a minute, yes.

I think she did mention her landlady once.

I think it was a Mrs. Hodges.

Mrs. Hodges?

Yes, if that's any help to you.

Yes, thank you very much.

You're quite welcome.

I never trusted her.

Never trusted her a minute.

I always demanded my money in advance from her kind.

Why didn't you trust her?

Why, I never trusted any girl that walked along

through Recreation Park by herself.

It was just like she was asking for trouble

from all those young fellas that hang around down there.

Maybe she was just lonely.

When she checked out of her room,

did she say where she was going?

Well, she said something about going to Chicago.

I say that's where she belongs,

the big city, where she came from.

And that's all she said?

Just that she was going back to Chicago?

That's all.

Mrs. Hodges, did Margaret have any friends here in Evanston?

Her?

Anybody.

Anybody she might have talked to or written to.

Oh, well, there was that young fella that she was sweet on.

Oh?

Well, does this young fella have a name?

Ted Clemens.

You can find him down at the Day and Night Garage.

I say it was a sainted day

the day he gave her her walking papers.

Oh, well, I suppose a young fella's

got to sow a few wild oats before he settles down.

Thank you.

WINCHELL: While the search for Margaret Radick continued,

a meeting was taking place in a south Chicago alley.

Unknown to Eliot Ness, the civil war

that he was trying to stop had already started.

The first shot was fired

by former Nitti lieutenant Lou Vadney.

Kill it.

(engine stops)

Hello, Mr. Millerick.

I don't like your tactics, Vadney.

In my position, I can't afford to receive telephone calls

at my home from racketeers.

What about Charley Radick?

Don't he call you at home?

Or maybe he sends pigeons.

What's on your mind?

Anybody tell you about how Ness has been up to see Charley?

How he keeps on buzzing and buzzing around like a fly?

Now, maybe Ness and Charley got some sort of a deal.

Maybe Ness is going to get to you pretty soon, Mr. Millerick.

It could happen.

I don't believe it.

Let me tell you why.

Charley built his organization up from a two-bit beer route.

He don't want to see nobody move in when he dies.

Charley's like that.

You ought to know.

What are you suggesting?

I don't wait around like the others.

I move in now.

I'm gonna need a man downtown.

Maybe a man like yourself.

And maybe for a bigger percentage.

The others, they're just waiting

for Charley to go under before they move.

Not me.

I'm gonna help him along.

I'm gonna hit Charley, Mr. Millerick.

You're gonna set him up, for me...

personally.

You want to see me?

Yes. Lieutenant Stewart.

Lieutenant? What are you, with the police?

Uh-huh. I understand you used to know a Margaret Wilson.

I knew it.

What did you know?

That it had to be something to do with her.

All right, what did she tell you about me?

Well, I haven't talked to her.

I'm trying to find her.

What, is she in some kind of trouble?

No, no, no.

Margaret and you were, um, pretty good friends?

We ran around some.

That's all there was to it?

All right, we talked about getting married.

At least, she did.

What does that mean?

It was her idea.

But you know how it is in a small town.

Look, I've got to live in this town.

She would never say anything about herself--

where she came from, where her folks were.

Well, I mean, I couldn't marry a girl like that.

You know what I mean?

No, not exactly.

Well, she brings up marriage and I start to back away.

I mean, a woman like you would understand that.

Now, a woman just doesn't pop the question.

Well, there's no law against it.

Do you know where Margaret is now?

Chicago.

Where in Chicago?

I don't know.

I dropped her off at the bus station.

She was crying and everything.

See, what she said didn't make much sense.

You haven't heard from her since?

No.

Listen, if you, if you find her, don't tell her you talked to me,

because, I mean, w-what's past is past.

I got married last year, and, well, I wouldn't want

the little woman to, uh, know the kind of girl

I used to run around with.

Well, you know what I mean.

Yes.

I think you've made yourself pretty clear.

Thank you.

I want to talk to you, Ness.

Talk.

I got it you've been knocking off some of my places.

You better get one thing straight, Radick.

I didn't make a deal with you, you made me an offer.

I'll decide whether or not to accept that offer

if and when I find your daughter.

The meantime, I'll do everything in my power

to break your operation wide open.

Now, look...!

(coughing)

Go ahead, Ness.

Try.

Just remember, I got a wall

built out of people, money-- you name it.

(phone ringing)

And there's no way over that wall, Ness.

Hello. Hobson.

Not without Charley Radick.

It's for you, Eliot.

Hello. Ness.

Eliot, Aggie Stewart.

Yes, Aggie?

I thought you might like to know

what progress we've made so far.

No, no, I'm afraid it's not very much.

I see.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's something, anyway.

Good, Aggie, thanks.

Two years ago, your daughter got on a bus in Evanston.

They think she was headed back here to Chicago.

She may or may not be using the name of Margaret Wilson.

You mean, that's all you got?

That's all.

You're running out of time, Ness.

You're running out of time, Radick.

Remember?

ANNOUNCER: And now back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: Under the direction of Lieutenant Agatha Stewart,

every available man was thrown into the search

for Margaret Radick.

The entire city was canvassed by law enforcement officers.

One week after her return to Chicago,

Lieutenant Stewart got the first break in the case

through a branch library.

I'm Lieutenant Stewart, Missing Persons.

Oh, how can I help you?

I'd like some information on a Margaret Wilson.

Oh, I'll look it up.

It seems she's checked out children's books, mostly--

Dickens, Grimm.

May I see her library card application?

Oh, why, yes, of course.

Oh, here we are.

Thank you very much.

Ow!

Hey, get out of...

Hi.

What's your name?

I'll bet your dolly has a name, doesn't she?

What is her name?

Snow White.

She's kind of dirty, but I can't give her a bath.

Why not?

You can't give dolls a bath.

It melts their skin.

(chuckles): Oh, yes, of course.

I guess I just forgot.

Do you live here?

Amy.

He's my father.

He drinks beer.

AGATHA: I'm looking for a Margaret Wilson.

MAN: Why you looking for her?

AGATHA: I'm with the police department, Missing Persons.

Cop, huh?

I hate cops.

You know something, you don't even look like one.

I'm sorry, lady, I don't know nothing.

Margaret Wilson left this address

on an application she filled out.

Now, I can have you booked.

Maybe you'll feel more like talking

in front of someone who does look like a cop.

Only I don't have that much time,

and I prefer not to waste it on you.

Al right.

Margaret lived here. It was only on account of the kid

I let her stay as long as she did.

When the Welfare Department picked up the kid.

I told her to move out.

That was... five or six months ago.

Her kid?

Yeah, born right here in the front apartment.

I didn't know Margaret was married.

She wasn't.

She always claimed the father

was a fella she was engaged to up in Evanston.

Where did she move to when she left here?

I don't know.

Last I heard, she worked in those creepy joints

along Harrison Street.

Wherever the bright lights are, you'll find Margaret.

Amy!

Amy! You come back here!

(man shouts indistinctly)

♪♪

(small combo playing mid-tempo jazz)

♪♪

♪♪

WINCHELL: Charley Radick was on time for an appointment.

A call from Millerick,

stating that an immediate conference was imperative,

brought him to the usual meeting place,

his own pier on the lakefront.

♪♪

You set me up for him, Millerick?

No, Charley, no.

For him?!

Vadney ain't got the nerve. He never did!

That's why he's nothing!

(scoffs)

You're wrong, Charley.

This time you're wrong.

I'm taking over.

It's all greased and ready for me.

N-No, please.

(Vadney chuckling)

NESS: Vadney!

(gunshots)

Millerick?

Why, Ness, why?

'Cause I want to keep you alive, Radick,

as long as the good Lord intended.

We had a blanket on you 24 hours a day.

I can take care of this myself, Ness.

I don't need you.

I don't need nobody.

(quiet coughing)

♪♪

WINCHELL: Questioning the employees in the joints

along Harrison Street led Lieutenant Agatha Stewart

to The Green Cat.

(lively jazz playing)

Hi, lady. Uh, you looking for something?

Get lost.

Hi.

Amy...

What are you doing here?

Once there was a terrible witch.

She lived in a big castle,

and she just hated the beautiful lady.

So...

she took the beautiful lady's baby away.

The beautiful lady cried and cried,

and then, one day,

she ran away.

No one ever saw the beautiful lady again.

Amy...

is the beautiful lady your friend?

Did you come here and tell her that I was looking for her?

I think I understand why.

I know what it means to have a friend like your beautiful lady.

But, you see, darling...

she has a daddy and he's very sick

and he wants to see her.

That's why we have to find her.

Can you understand that?

Will you help me find her?

Do you know where she is?

She's going far away.

Is she going on a train?

On a bus?

Amy...

I want you to know that I'll take very good care

(voice breaks): of your beautiful lady when I find her.

I promise you that.

Oh, it's getting very late.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll call a patrol car and have them take you home.

Would you like that?

Come on, darling.

♪♪

Amy...

which is your beautiful lady?

WINCHELL: Using the photograph of Margaret Radick,

Lieutenant Stewart was able to make an identification

at the South Chicago Bus Depot.

A woman answering the description

had boarded a Denver-bound bus.

♪♪

At 9:05 that evening,

Lieutenant Stewart found Margaret Radick.

Lieutenant Stewart had only one more task:

bring Margaret Radick back to Chicago.

Hi.

-You talking to me? Mm-hmm.

Mind if I sit down?

It's a public place, isn't it?

Look, if you're a cop, there's no law says I got to go back.

My bus leaves in five minutes, and I'm gonna be on it.

No, there's no law.

You know, in the past week or so,

I think I've come to know as much about you

as anyone else in the world,

and I think I understand a lot of things, too.

I've traced you from the time you left Chicago three years ago

to Evanston and back to Chicago again.

You know something?

I'm a little tired.

I know why you've been looking for me.

It has something to do with my father, doesn't it?

Your father is dying.

He wants to see you again before he dies.

He wants to see me?

Mm-hmm.

Why?

Is he afraid of dying?

Does he need somebody to hold his hand?

Not me, lady.

No, not me.

I'd spit on him.

You hate him that much?

That much.

He is your father.

You say you understand.

How can you understand?

They took me to see my father

just before he went to prison.

He held me in his arms.

He told me that when he got out,

he'd come for me.

That we'd go away.

This was my dream,

and I lived with that dream for all those years.

But he never did come for me.

Each day, I would wait,

wait.

Nights, I'd cry myself to sleep.

Then all those pictures

and stories in the newspapers,

Charley Radick,

my father, big shot racketeer.

Until you ran away.

You left Chicago and went to Evanston.

I-I talked to some people there who had known you.

Did you talk to my boyfriend?

Did he tell you that he was the father of my child?

That I loved him?

I begged him to marry me.

And that he refused me?

No.

No, he didn't tell me that.

Why was your child taken away from you?

They said I was an unfit mother.

What is a fit mother?

I did what I had to.

There weren't any jobs.

I-I worked where I could,

but I took care of my baby.

I loved her with all my heart.

And then, when...

they took her away from me, ...

I guess I just didn't care anymore.

You ought to be able to fill in the rest

just by looking at me.

Don't you see you're guilty

of the same thing you've accused your father of?

You deserted your child, too, only in a different way.

But if you love your baby as much as you say you do,

nothing in heaven and earth should stop you

from at least trying to get her back.

What do you know about it?

What does a cop know about a baby?

The same thing any other woman knows.

I'm sorry,

I-I didn't mean anything...

I know, I know.

Margaret, the reason for wanting you to come back to Chicago

is not because we think you owe your father anything.

But your father is the only man in Chicago

who can stop a gang war from breaking loose on the streets.

Will you go back with me?

Maybe my father ought to see the way his kid turned out.

Take a good look at a first-rate tramp.

Where is she, Ness?

You said she was gonna be here.

She is here, Radick.

She's on her way up now.

You're not lying to me?

I wouldn't do a thing like that, not even to you.

I guess I owe you, Ness.

In that drawer, there's a key.

The Metropolitan Bank downtown

has a safety deposit box in my name.

I wrote everything down, spelled out the whole operation.

People, everything.

Thanks.

Margaret?

Yeah, Papa.

I can't see, sugar.

They gave me something.

Everything's all mixed up.

Come over here where I can look at you.

Take a good look, Papa.

Take a real good look.

Don't, baby.

You know, I still remember the last thing you ever said to me.

"Baby," you said.

"Just remember one thing.”

"You're all I've got in the whole world.

"You'll grow up and be a fine woman,

"and someday,

I'll come for you.”

I grew up to be a fine woman.

But I changed, Papa.

Why'd you come here?

I didn't want to.

God knows I didn't want to.

Maybe I came because...

'cause I wanted to find out why

you left me behind.

Papa,

you were all I had, too.

Margaret.

In those five years,

all I did was just sit there

staring at walls,

listening to men cry,

and all I thought about was

how when you're on top,

nobody pushes you around.

You're not an animal they put in a cage.

Margaret,

I knew where I was going when I got out.

I knew I couldn't take you with me.

I wanted you to stay safe and clean.

How many times I thought about you.

How many times I wanted to hold you

(sobbing) and hear you call me Papa again,

like you used to.

Papa!

(crying)

Papa.

Oh, that's nice.

Come on, Aggie, I'll buy you some breakfast.

(sniffs)

♪♪