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"Woman throws herself in front of train after lover's quarrel."
No, it isn't like that at all.
What did you tell him?
Nothing.
I think you told him everything.
No, he wanted me to, but I didn't.
The train comes...
and the train goes! Yes!
Yes, I told him!
Tonight's episode...
Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.
Co-starring Claude Akins and Bruce Gordon.
With special guest star Dolores Dorn.
And narrated by Walter Winchell.
March 2, 1933...
A remote section of the northern Michigan lakefront.
The Chicago syndicate's gigantic bootlegging operation
was beginning a new phase...
The smuggling of cargo from Canada;
a special kind of cargo transported 6,000 miles
to Al Capone's back door.
Chippewa Landing.
Chippewa. What-What does that mean?
Some foreign word.
Who cares? Come on, let's go!
But this is America, yes?
Come on, it's freezing.
In Chicago, Eliot Ness and his Untouchables
continued their apparently endless war
on the sources of illegal alcohol.
For each brewery destroyed,
two others seemed to spring up in its place.
On the night of March 22, 1933,
one such concealed still was doing its part
to quench a nation's thirst.
Let's see your wallet.
Just trying to make a buck.
It'll be quite a while
before you make another one, Mr. Garchek.
Let's have yours.
Stay with him!
A couple of boys are sticking with him,
but I don't think they'll have a chance.
Who is this man, the brewmaster?
Yes, that's right.
His name is Behrendt.
Another raid, another dead brewmaster.
He's still alive.
Welcome... Welcome to... Chip... Landing.
What'd he say?
Sounded like: "Welcome to Chip Landing".
That's the first English he has spoken.
And the last.
The next morning,
the ruling council of the Capone organization
waited impatiently for their chief,
Frank Nitti, "The Enforcer."
Nitti had been vacationing in Miami Beach.
He was not pleased to leave the warm climate.
I got to come back because some brewmaster gets hit?
And what's with the big phone call...
"You got to come back, Frank!"
Whaddaya mean, I gotta?
They know how to live in Miami Beach,
I'll tell you that. Now, look, Frank,
it's hard to find these guys in the Old Country,
and hard to bring 'em in.
Now you can't just go knockin' 'em over like tin cans.
Now, look, Kova, I know what these guys are worth.
We're hitting the New York market hard
and Kulak's beginning to sweat.
Do him good.
But I ain't gonna take a chance
of foulin' up the whole operation
because of one lousy fat brewmeister!
Look, Frank,
those lousy brewmeisters are turnin'
that rotgut we been peddlin' into decent booze.
That's right, Kova.
Well then, why?
Because one of these characters opens his mouth,
the Feds close in.
And if they don't,
some bright boy from New York'll dope it out.
Either way, we run second to Kulak,
and I don't like to run second.
Frank, it's tough enough
to convince these guys to come over,
but if word gets back to Germany
that their friends are gettin' killed here,
it's gonna be tougher.
If the job's too tough, Kova, we can get you another one,
like trying to find the bottom of lake Michigan.
And, Kova, I'm tired of hearing your voice.
You're just going to have to live with this:
If Ness or some other cop wants to talk
to one of our German visitors,
then I'm gonna make sure the German visitor can't talk back.
Now break it up.
The following morning, Eliot Ness headed north
toward a small Michigan fishing village
named Chippewa Landing.
Two factors decided him on his journey:
The brewmaster's dying words,
and the fact that Chippewa Landing
faced the Canadian border.
All the people of the area were questioned.
It was nearly 11:00 when Ness made the final stop
at an out-of-the-way hunting lodge near the lake.
Sorry to bother you like this.
My name's Eliot Ness.
I'm with the government.
What can I do for you, Mr. Ness?
May I come in?
Certainly.
Can I take your hat and your coat?
Thank you.
Just like to ask a few questions, Miss, um...
Mrs... Mrs. Collins.
Mrs. Collins.
Is your husband home?
My husband passed away a year ago.
I'm sorry.
Won't you sit down, Mr. Ness?
No, thank you.
I'll tell you what our problem is, Mrs. Collins.
We have reason to suspect
that certain gangster elements in Chicago
are smuggling aliens into the country.
What brings you way up here?
We believe they cross into the States
somewhere in the vicinity of Chippewa Landing.
Aliens.
Is that so bad, Mr. Ness?
It is for them.
Several of these men have been killed in the past week or so.
That's why we've been checking
with all the people up here.
Maybe one of them has some information we could use.
Well, I'm afraid I can't help you.
Well, if anything comes up,
we'd appreciate your calling us, Mrs. Collins.
Certainly.
My husband always said
not cooperating with the police
is like putting a muzzle on a watchdog.
Smart man.
Oh, he was.
And a real gentleman, too, Mr. Ness.
He helped to build this place and...
Something wrong, Mrs. Collins?
Just for a moment there, you reminded me of...
someone.
Never mind.
Um... I'm up here all by myself
to fix the place up a bit.
Uh, make it something like a summer resort.
I'm sure you'll do very well.
Oh, I'm not doing it for the money, Mr. Ness.
I just plan on inviting friends up.
You know what my husband always used to say?
"What's the use of making a million dollars,
if you don't make the time to spend it?"
Well, I won't trouble you any longer, Mrs. Collins.
Oh, it was no trouble, Mr. Ness.
Must get a pretty good view of the lake from up here.
Oh, not tonight.
I'm afraid too much fog.
Uh, would you like some coffee, Mr. Ness? No, thanks.
I'll give you a rain check then.
Thank you, Mrs. Collins.
You're welcome, Mr. Ness.
Good night. Good night.
Just what did you get in my way for?
He didn't see anything. How do you know?
Well, they are gone.
They are waiting for you, Max.
All right, tell them I'll be right down.
Yeah.
Maybe he didn't see anything.
But I thought I told you to get rid of him fast.
I got rid of him.
Oh, sure.
Not before you went into your Lady Astor act again.
What's the matter, Mady, did he get to you?
I just wanted to make it sound legit.
Listen, Mady...
I'm going to tell you something.
I'm going to tell you this for your own good:
Bert is dead.
Now, thanks for the news flash, Max.
He was my husband, do you remember?
So, he was my brother, remember?
But he's still dead.
Stop looking for him, will you?
Max? What?
Was it true what he said about those men getting killed?
Well, I don't know, maybe.
Now, look, I have to get down to the boat now.
Max...
What?
Maybe you shouldn't use the house anymore.
Now, look...
it's me who has to answer to Nitti and Kova.
I know, but I don't want any more trouble.
Will you please stop worrying?
I promised Bert I'm going to take care of you,
so I'm going to do it.
I want you to know I appreciate it.
Just remember that Fed Ness.
He's just like any other cop.
He's an enemy.
He's your enemy, Max.
Although unable to locate the smuggling operation,
the Untouchables alerted all law enforcement officers
in the Chippewa County area to be on the lookout
for any suspicious activity near the lakefront.
The federal government, however,
was not the only party showing concern.
The New York City rackets boss Joe Kulak
faced his angry lieutenants.
It's a flood, Joe.
And I can't see that you're doing much about it.
And it's good stuff.
Our speaks are laughing at us.
The customers take one drink out of a Chicago bottle,
they can't give our stuff away.
I know.
You know. Great.
So there's nothing to worry about, huh?
That's right, Louis.
It's no joke, Kulak!
I'm running $25,000 a week under.
And he's not the only one.
Now hold it, boys.
I know how Nitti's doing it.
I know how to stop him.
Yeah?
How?
You remember Karl Hanza?
He's a hard one to forget.
How does that maniac fit into this?
Like a monkey wrench, Dutch.
Like a monkey wrench.
You can't trust him.
He's like a hophead.
Only with him it's natural.
This time we trust him.
He makes Vinnie Coll look like a... a boy scout.
Ask Mr. Hanza to step in here.
I'm already in, Kulak.
I'm touched by your kind words, gentlemen.
I will remember them.
The boys didn't mean no harm, Hanza.
I didn't either.
When you gunned down that Fed last year,
you put the heat on us good.
And I've been standing in the corner for a year
like a bad boy.
Tell the boys what you told me.
Certainly.
I have a friend in Chicago.
A man from the Old Country, Max Kerner.
He works for Nitti now.
He tells me how Nitti brings men in from Germany
to work for him... experts.
How, Hanza?
"How, Hanza?"
Well, what difference does it make?
You can't trust a hophead...
or a maniac, now, can you?
He tell you, Kulak?
No.
And I won't.
Then what are you after?
$250,000.
I was right.
He is a maniac.
Now you say that one more time.
Relax, Hanza.
What do we get for that quarter of a million?
I smash Nitti's racket,
and he goes back to selling
his usual poison to the local winos.
All right, Hanza.
Stop in tonight for the money.
Good day, gentlemen.
It's always good to see old friends.
I still think we're making a big mistake.
You can never tell what a wild man like that's gonna do.
When you want an explosion, Mr. Schultz,
the best thing to use is dynamite.
Hello. Hobson.
Just a minute, please.
For you, Eliot.
It's a lady.
Hello. Ness.
Hello, Mr. Ness?
This is Mrs. Collins.
You stopped by my home at Chippewa Landing.
That's right; about two weeks ago.
What can I do for you, Mrs. Collins?
Well, you asked me to call you if anything unusual came up.
Yes, I did.
Well, there's an old man up here.
Uh, he's part Indian... Chippewa, I think...
And during the summer he works as a guide here.
I think he can be trusted.
What'd he have to say, Mrs. Collins?
Well, he said that several times lately,
he's seen some strange men
in a deserted landing up north of here.
He passes by there a couple times a week.
Did he say what they were doing, Mrs. Collins?
No, he didn't seem to know.
They were just sitting in a parked car near the landing.
When was this?
Well, that's just it.
It's been the last two Friday nights.
And so, if they were going to be there again tonight,
I thought maybe you'd like to know.
Exactly where is this landing, Mrs. Collins?
About 20 miles north of here,
according to what the old man says.
Uh, near Whitefish Point.
Thank you, Mrs. Collins. Thank you very much.
We'll take it from here.
Oh, it was no trouble at all.
Mr. Ness, it, uh, it was nice talking to you again.
Good-bye.
Good-bye.
Lee, call up all the local sheriffs we talked to up there.
Tell them what Mrs. Collins said
and ask them to stake out that area.
We should be up there by 8:00 tonight.
All of us?
No, you stay here and hold down the fort, Rico.
You might also run a check on our Mrs. Collins.
You think something's wrong?
Did you ever see him when he didn't
look a gift horse smack in the mouth?
Prosit, Mady.
I still don't like it.
You'll get over it.
Anyhow, you handled him good.
That will keep those nosy
cops off our back, at least for tonight.
Yeah, but what if he finds out I was lying?
Now how can he find out?
There is a landing up there, all right.
Is it your fault no one is going to use it tonight?
What time do they get here?
Oh, around 11:00, as usual.
Believe you me, sweetheart,
Bert would have been proud of you.
Go ahead, open it.
Go ahead.
It's Kova.
What's the matter, Max?
You expecting somebody else?
I thought it might be the cops.
No sense taking chances.
No sense at all.
Say, how come you made the trip?
Well, no offense, Max,
but if the Feds are nosing around,
I'd better take charge personal.
Well, they are here.
Well then, get out there and give them the key to the city.
Aren't you coming?
It's warmer up here.
How's it going, Mady?
Old Max is stepping right in to Bert's shoes, huh?
What's the difference?
It's all in the family.
Wait here.
I'll send them back to you.
We don't want to scare them to death.
Schnell. Schnell. Schnell.
Hurry up, boys.
Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.
Schnell. Schnell. Schnell.
Hanza!
Where's Kerner?
Probably checking the launch.
You go on up there.
You tell him Mr. Kova wants to see him.
Where's Kerner?
I can't talk to these creeps.
I sent one of the boys to get him.
He's got to give them names and get their papers from them.
Kerner is dead.
What happened? I don't know.
He's just lying there on the dock.
Looked like he'd been knifed.
Who was with him? Nobody.
Just them.
Okay, line them up against the wall and frisk them.
All right, come on, let's go...
Here he is.
I found this in his coat pocket.
Now, why did you do it, Fritz?!
What's he saying?
Perhaps I can help you.
Yeah? Who are you?
My name is Schmidt.
Karl Schmidt.
Okay, Schmidt, what's he saying?
He says he knew Kerner in Germany years ago
and that Kerner killed his father.
He says he could not help himself.
Then we'll have to help him.
Take him down to the lake, Arnie, and get rid of him.
Get rid of Kerner's body, too.
How come you speak English?
My mother was English, my father, German.
With Kerner gone, uh,
I could use you right here.
We got plenty brewmeisters,
but, uh, I need someone who can handle this end of it.
If the money is good, I will do whatever you say.
The money's good.
Mady?
Looks like you got a new boarder.
This is your landlady, Schmidt.
The food's good,
but I can't say the same for the company.
I disagree.
She is a very attractive landlady.
We will become good friends.
The tip was a phony, right?
We combed the area for six hours.
No sign of them. A landing there, all right.
There hasn't been a car around in months.
Figures.
Take a look at this.
"Mrs. Mady Collins, real name: Mady Kerner.
"Husband, Albert 'Bert' Kerner.
"14 arrests, four convictions,
"assault, petty larceny, bootlegging, auto theft.
"Died last year as a result of gunfight in Cicero.
Believed to have been part of the Nitti organization."
Well, it looks like our lady friend has some questions to answer.
Mr. Ness, I want to talk to you.
Fellas, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Bert Kerner.
All right.
You know that much.
How'd you like to know a lot more?
Mrs. Kerner... I lied to you at the house,
but I guess you already know that.
Yes, we do.
My husband didn't retire.
He was shot to death in a gunfight.
I know.
But what you don't know is
that my brother-in-law, Max Kerner, was killed last night.
Who did it?
One of the aliens.
They didn't ask his name.
They just took him out and shot him.
Well, who is they, Mrs. Kerner?
Lee.
Won't you sit down, Mrs. Kerner?
Thank you.
Now who is they?
Barney Kova.
He's in charge of the smuggling operation?
For Frank Nitti.
Kova hired Max 'cause he could speak German.
He was a good guy, Max.
He didn't deserve that kind of treatment.
Why did you come to me, Mrs. Kerner?
I don't know; I guess I'm just sick of the whole thing.
I didn't think it'd turn out this way.
With Nitti mixed up in it, there isn't any other way.
Do you have anything specific against Kova?
If I help you, Mr. Ness, can I get a break or something?
You can make a deal if and when you nail Kova for us.
I don't think I could take it.
Being in jail, I mean.
If you can help us,
we'll see what we can do for you.
All right.
I think you mean it.
You know, sort of funny.
All these guys... Guys I've known for years...
I wouldn't trust them to tell me what day of the week it is.
I've only known you 15 minutes in my whole life,
and here I am tr...
I'm sorry, I don't want to embarrass you,
but you know what I mean?
Well, what do you want me to do?
How far ahead do you learn about the shipments?
Usually a couple days.
If you could get word out to us,
we could stake out the house, grab Kova and the whole bunch.
Well, you've seen the house.
They could spot someone 500 yards away.
Anyhow, Kova's hardly ever there.
What about last night?
That was special.
Look, the road that leads past the house...
it's the only one along the lakefront.
You could wait for them there
a couple miles south, just below the bridge?
When's the next shipment?
Monday night at 11:00.
Is that straight from the old Indian?
I'm telling the truth this time.
All right, Mrs. Kerner.
I'll, uh, keep in touch.
Be careful.
Thanks, Mr. Ness.
What for?
It's been a long time
since anyone cared what happened to me,
even that much.
Another act?
If it's an act, it's a good one.
You know what I think?
What?
You got yourself a fan, Mr. Ness.
You think too much.
Let's get to work.
Yes, sir.
Now back to...
March 29, 11:40 p.m.
A carload of newly imported aliens headed for Chicago.
It was a routine trip.
At the state line, a mile and a half ahead,
a Chippewa County sheriff waited with the Untouchables.
Their aim... To nail the smuggling operation
once and for all.
After midnight already.
Yeah, I know.
She said 11:00, didn't she?
Get in!
Although all passengers in the wrecked car were killed,
a positive identification of the driver proved
that Mady Kerner's tip had been correct.
Hours later,
the flaming car set off a second explosion in Chicago.
I don't know, Frank.
I swear. I don't.
There's a leak, Kova, and you plug it.
Frank, I talked to all the boys.
Most of your punks don't understand English.
Sweat 'em! Oh, they wouldn't.
They wouldn't, huh?
Somebody tipped the Feds.
It wasn't me, Kova.
Oh, lay off, Frank. Lay off?
You got a stoolie working your organization
who's liable to blow up the whole operation!
Uh, if I may interrupt.
Who's he?
His name's Schmidt. He...
He's taking over Kerner's job.
You look familiar.
Have you ever been to Bremen?
Me? No.
He came in on the boat
the night Kerner was hit.
What do you want, Schmidt?
I think I can find your... How did you phrase it... leak.
Oh, what are you talking about?
Perhaps the information is not being passed
by a member of your own organization,
but by one of those men brought by you into this country.
How could he do that?
Perhaps he has a confederate in the Old Country
who notifies him
when the men leave from the German port.
Maybe.
Anyhow, it's a lot better idea
than anything you've come up with, Kova.
I have, also, another idea.
Wait outside, Schmidt.
Hey, just a minute.
Let's hear it, Schmidt.
I would rather first do some investigating on my own.
Okay. You investigate.
You come up with the right answer,
we'll come up with a $25,000 bonus.
He doesn't know anything, Frank.
What do you know, Kova?
You know where the door is.
The way you talk, you better be good.
I'm good.
Mrs. Kerner.
Oh! Mr. Ness.
When I called you,
I didn't think you'd pick such a public place.
They don't use this station anymore.
The trains go by, but they don't stop.
Should have named it after me.
I've been in a place like this all my life.
You have something for us?
Well, that's just it.
I can't get anything anymore.
After you got Arnie Reese last week,
the roof practically fell in.
You never heard such screaming.
So now, uh, we don't know about the shipments
till they get here.
Looks like we gave them too big a scare.
Something else, too.
A man named Schmidt.
One of the Germans they brought over.
He's hired to find out... who talked.
Does he suspect you?
Oh, no, I don't think so.
But he gives me the shakes.
There's something funny about his eyes.
Look, if you think you're in any danger, get in touch with me.
And don't underestimate them, Mrs. Kerner.
Thank you, Mr. Ness.
Hey, you could do me quite a favor.
I owe you one.
You could drop the "Mrs. Kerner" all the time.
I got a first name, and I'm more used to it; had it longer.
All right, Mady.
Hey, you know what?
That sounds like something out of one of those corny movies.
You know what I mean?
Well, not exactly.
Ah, sure you do; you must.
There's always that scene where the girl
wants a fella to know she likes him... a guy she hardly knows.
So she says to him,
"Hey, Mr. Ness, you can call me Mady,"
or something like that.
In the movies, it works out every time.
And by the time he starts calling her
Doris or Greta, it's even money.
By the time the newsreel comes on,
the two of them have fallen in love
and gotten married and... and everything.
Boy, you'd think they'd get tired
of making those corny movies, wouldn't you?
And, sometimes it doesn't always work out that way.
Sometimes... it isn't that easy.
Sometimes the man's married.
But that doesn't stop the girl from loving the guy.
Sounds like your movie could only have an unhappy ending.
And that silly girl would get just what she deserved
for making such a fool out of herself.
Mady, let me call you a cab.
No, I'm all right.
I'll be all right if you just leave me alone.
Please.
I should kill you.
"Woman throws herself in front of train after lovers' quarrel."
No, it isn't like that at all!
What is it like, Mrs. Kerner? I don't know!
He just asked me to meet him here.
What did you tell him?
Nothing.
I think you told him everything.
No, he wanted me to, but I didn't.
The train comes.
The people inside feel a small jolt.
And the train goes. Yes!
Yes, I told him!
When are you going to see him again, Mrs. Kerner?
Whenever I set it up.
But look, I promise I won't see Ness again.
You're wrong, Mrs. Kerner, you'll see him again.
No, I won't!
You'll see him whenever I tell you to.
And you'll tell him whatever I say.
Isn't that right, Mrs. Kerner?
What do you want?
The world, Mrs. Kerner!
The world that belongs to Nitti and that pig Kulak.
And you'll get it for me or I will kill you.
Right. All right, I'll do whatever you say.
And don't think you can go to your friend Ness for help.
Because I'll find him before he finds me.
That's my job, Mrs. Kerner.
And I am very good at it.
Following Hanza's orders,
Eliot Ness was summoned by Mady Kerner to a meeting
on a Lake Michigan excursion boat.
Hello, Mady.
Hi.
Sorry to bring you way out here.
I promise you one thing.
No tears this time.
That's all right.
Your note said something about Kova.
He found out I tipped you.
He wants to see you.
What for?
Wants to make a deal.
Did he say what kind?
He'll turn over all the records on the smuggled aliens
if you can arrange to give him immunity.
Oh, it sounds like he's in some kind of a jam.
He is.
He, uh, thinks Nitti's about to get rid of him
and that he can get a better deal from you.
He's probably right.
Nitti's deals are pretty one-sided.
He says, if you're interested,
you are to meet him tonight at the lake house at 10:00.
You're to come alone.
If the deal doesn't work through,
he "don't want no witnesses."
That's the way he talks.
All right, tell him I'll be there tonight.
Alone.
Okay.
Good.
Anything new on the shipments?
No, they've slowed up.
In fact, uh... I've had so much extra time on my hands,
I'm thinking of fixing the place up a bit.
Yeah, it might make a...
nice summer resort, huh?
Say, that's a good idea.
Well, I wish you a lot of luck.
Tell Kova I'll see him tonight, hmm?
Good night, Mady.
Good night.
You look a little pale, Mrs. Kerner.
Have you lost something, Mr. Kova?
What do you want, Schmidt?
To help, if you would tell me your problem.
I'll tell you the problem all right.
Everything's gone.
All my books on these aliens...
Names, addresses, everything.
You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you, Schmidt?
I think I would know everything about that.
The one who informed Mr. Ness,
the one who has stolen the records,
they are the same.
Even the dumbest cop on the beat would figure that.
True... but I have the name.
Oh, well... well, let's have it.
You have been good to me, Kova,
and I am doing my best to return the favor.
However, it is obvious that you do not trust me,
so I shall go to Mr. Nitti,
who has also been good to me.
All right, Schmidt.
It's just that these books are important.
Now, the Feds get hold of them,
they can nail us to the wall.
So we must act quickly.
What do you mean?
She has made an appointment by telephone
to turn the records over to Mr. Ness.
You're out of your mind.
What do you mean, "she"?
Mrs. Kerner.
Mady?
You're crazy.
Now, that is a word I do not like.
Okay, okay.
Then stop acting like it, eh?
If you knew it was Mady,
why didn't you stop her?
I thought you would want that privilege.
As I said, I am trying to help.
What time is the meet?
10:00 tonight... the lake house.
That phony, double-crossing little...
If I can be of any further help... No.
No, thanks.
I'll take care of her myself.
Letting a dame into a setup like this
is asking for trouble... every time.
So we'll just have to let you out.
Kill him.
Good boys.
Pick up those records.
Get him out. MADY: Why?
Why'd you tell him and why'd you kill him?
The books.
You planned it like that,
just like that, from the beginning, didn't you?
I said pick up the books.
You wouldn't think to look at him,
he has another killing in him, would you?
He's going to kill your good friend Mr. Ness.
That's the way it'll appear to the police.
What else are they gonna think?
Ness will be killed by Kova's gun.
Ness's men obviously know that he's going to meet Kova here.
Why Ness?
With Ness and Kova both gone,
I can go to Nitti on my own terms.
I've got the records, and he'll have to listen.
That's Ness.
Go...
Mrs. Collins.
Put it down and hold it right there!
Somebody got Kova.
That one is Schmidt.
No, it isn't.
It's Karl Hanza.
If I'd known before,
I wouldn't let you play games with him.
Mr. Ness?
Could I speak to you alone a minute?
He killed Kova just like he wanted to kill you.
And he would have, except for you.
I didn't know whether you understood or not.
You know now.
Thanks.
Well, what's gonna happen to me now, Mr. Ness?
I'm afraid you'll have to come with us.
The rest is up to the U.S. Attorney's Office.
I'll recommend that no charges be filed.
Then, uh, this is gonna be the last time
I get to see you... alone, I mean.
Probably, Mady.
I guess sometimes, uh, it's best not to say anything.
And if it's already been said...
Well, what's the difference?
Dreams are cheap.
Guess I'll wake up with a brand-new one tomorrow.
Boy, that wind sure makes your eyes water.
Come on, Mr. Ness,
it's a long way back to town.
By smashing the alien smuggling racket,
Eliot Ness crushed Frank Nitti's plan
to take over the Eastern bootlegging empire.
No charges were brought against Mady Kerner,
and she vanished from the gangland scene
several weeks later, her whereabouts still unknown.
She may never have found a new dream,
but at least the nightmare was over.
The Untouchables.
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