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(theme music plays)

One more beer.

That's it. Everything you ordered.

Well, how come your people can make delivery dates

when Guzik can't?

That will be $1142.

I'd still like to know who I'm dealing with.

We get you the booze, you pay us cash,

that's all you got to know.

There you go. Aren't you gonna count it?

Why? You're an honest man, aren't you. Mr. Akers?

Johnny, there's a truck coming.

Let's get out of here.

My gear's stuck.

Slow him down.

(gun shots)

Let's get out of here.

(rapid gunfire)

Call Guzik.

Oh, Mac...

I've been trying to get booze for three weeks from Guzik.

I have to have something to sell.

That's a real sad story, Louie.

Sully...

Cheer up, fat boy.

Have a drink.

ANNOUNCER:

"Doublecross."

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Harry Morgan

and Don Kellogg

with special guest star Nehemiah Persoff

and narrated by Walter Winchell.

WALTER WINCHELL: Chicago, 1930.

The overlord for a syndicate,

which supplied 90% of the booze

consumed in the city,

was the shrewdest hoodlum

the underworld ever produced...

Jake "Greasy Thumb" Guzik.

AKERS: Jake, Jake...

(glass breaks)

What's this, huh?

Smash it.

(rapid gunfire)

Inside...

Jake, Jake, you're making a mistake, Jake.

(groans)

Who sold you the liquor, Louie?

Hmm?

I don't know.

You know, I'm disappointed in you.

Taking your business some place else.

You better get used to it, Jake,

because I'm not the only one.

You mean there are more of you, huh?

That's right, 118 more, and you can't kill us all.

Oh, there's a whole organization, huh?

With a president and officers?

All right.

I give your president and officers invitation

to come to my place tomorrow night at 10:00.

All of them.

Suppose they won't come, Jake?

You tell them...

that I said...

that if they don't show,

the next time they try to have an executive meeting,

they'll have to use shovels to find the quorum.

Hmm?

You can't take money from hoods.

$111,000...

with a detailed report of where and how

we got every cent.

I wouldn't touch that money with a 40 foot pole.

Have you gone out of your mind?

That's the only way we can hurt Guzik.

What do you mean, "That's the only way you can hurt Guzik?"

What about his distilleries?

In the past three years you've hit him

to the tune of four, five million dollars.

That hurts plenty.

I told you, no distilleries left to be hit.

-Guzik's dismantled them all. -Why would he do that?

He's a wily old fox.

He knows he can't hide an operation that calls for

a building as big as a warehouse,

uses sugar and yeast by the truckload,

and smells up a neighborhood for 14 blocks.

Are you trying to tell me Guzik's going out of business?

He's going out of the distillery business.

Then where's he gonna get his liquor?

Independent contractors, thousands of them.

They spring up like locusts all over town.

Guzik's backing them.

We give them time to build up an effective network

of independent suppliers, we'll never be able

to get our hands on him.

Do you mean to say the only way you can stop him

is to make a bootlegger out of

the United States government?

Be sure, we've got to fight fire with fire.

While he's reorganizing, his speaks are crying for booze.

Now, we're gonna supply it.

And the only way Guzik can beat the competition

is by bringing in booze in from outside Chicago.

-That'll cost him a fortune. -Once we know what's coming in,

there's no way he can get it past us.

Eliot, I will not condone you or anyone else

subverting the law to uphold it.

You think about that.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Oh, you're late, Akers.

I thought maybe you wasn't gonna come.

Okay, Jake, we're all here.

Let's get down to business.

We need booze.

Here's my money.

What about it?!

Take it easy, Dancer.

This is gonna be a friendly meeting.

Friendly?

You mean like last night, huh?

You got to learn to look on the good side of things, Louie.

You're alive.

We're here to talk business, Jake.

All right, business.

You guys all got fat with us. You know that.

You didn't have two nickels to rub together

before we showed you how to make the big money.

Ah, that was yesterday.

Yesterday...

and today you're all J.P. Morgans

throwing money around like it was rice, huh?

When do we get our booze?

In five weeks.

In five weeks I'll have all the booze in the world.

I'll give you more booze than you can get rid of.

Jake, we can't wait five weeks.

We got a big overhead. We need the product now.

If you can't give it to us, we'll have to find

somebody who can.

You can't stop us from buying, you know?

I can't, huh?

Well, you forget one thing,

you big executives.

You forget protection.

You think all you bought from me was booze?

Well, think again.

You bought the right to sell without any trouble

all the way from city hall down.

We can make our own payoff.

How, Louie? I own Chicago.

I decide who plays here.

Look, Jake,

nobody wants to break with the syndicate.

But unless we get product, we got no choice.

So all right.

I get you the product.

Delivery when?

In two weeks.

-Jake, I can't... -Don't tell me

you can't last more than two weeks!

Or I tell you, you personally don't last 24 hours.

I was only gonna ask how you gonna do it.

That's my business.

Okay, two weeks.

This stays here.

For good faith.

(door closes)

Where you gonna get it?

What do you mean, "Where I'm gonna get it?"

I'm gonna bring it in.

But how?

Ness has been watching every move you make.

All right, while he's watching me,

I'll get somebody else to bring it in for me.

Who?

Who? Bugs Moran.

Bugs?

Hey, Jake, he wouldn't work for you

if you was the last man on earth.

Bugs would work for Jack the Ripper if the price was right.

Go set it up.

NESS: Hold it there.

Rico.

So I'm in the movies.

You're also in trouble, Louie.

The man you were paying off is a federal agent.

It's getting so a man can't trust his own mother.

What happened at that meeting tonight?

What meeting?

The one at Guzik's place just before we picked you up.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Louie, this film's enough to put you away

for a nice long rest.

Unless, of course, we happen to misplace it.

You offering to make a deal?

Why don't you tell us what happened

at that meeting tonight, huh?

Well...

Guzik heard we'd been buying booze outside the organization.

Told us to wait five weeks and we'd have

all the booze in the world.

You agreed?

We settled for two weeks.

Two weeks? That means you have to go outside.

Who's he gonna get it from?

I don't know.

How's he bringing it in?

I don't know.

-Where's it gonna be delivered? -I don't know.

-When's your birthday? -I don't know.

Book him.

But you offered to make a deal.

-Let's go. -You told me yourself...

WINCHELL: At 10:55 p.m.

Jake Guzik kept a rendezvous with Bugs Moran.

The man who

held him personally responsible

for the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre.

While their bodyguards watched this encounter

with grim anticipation

Guzik and Moran

got down to business.

It was nice you could come, Bugs.

After all we've been to each other?

How could I refuse.

My father was a smart man.

He always told me,

"What you can't change, stop worrying.”

What do you want?

I want to talk business with you.

I ought to kill you, Jake.

Listen first, kill me later.

Unless you don't care about money no more.

What kind of money?

$5,000 a day plus expenses.

For how long?

Ten days, two weeks.

Doing what?

Bringing in booze.

How much booze?

A half a million gallons.

That's a big job, Jake.

Particularly with Ness snooping around.

Oh, he's looking after me.

That's just the idea, you see.

While I got him chasing his tail, you operate.

Not for no lousy $5,000 a day.

-Since when? -You don't understand, Jake.

I'm a pieceworker; I get paid by the gallon.

By the gallon?

-How much? -A dollar.

Oh, come on, you got to be joking.

Then how come you ain't laughing?

Half a million gallons-- half a million dollars.

That's my price, take it or leave it.

- Leave it. - Jake...

you wouldn't be talking to me if you had anyplace else to go.

All right, cash on delivery.

Wrong. I take a hundred G's tomorrow.

150 when we agree how the job's gonna be done.

The other 250 when I get back to town with the stuff.

If you don't get back, I lose a quarter of a million dollars.

That's right, Jake.

Something to think about, ain't it?

All right.

Sully will bring the booze

across the Canadian border by truck.

After that, it's up to you to get it to Chicago.

Where do I pick up the first hundred G's?

Send Striber over to my office tomorrow night.

What if Ness sees him?

Oh, Ness don't know everything.

There's another entrance.

Tell him to be at the Lido Theater 11:00 tomorrow night.

(lively band music playing)

WOMAN (in film): The eternal feminine,

an adult sophisticated eternal feminine,

is the keynote of fashions for fall.

Little girl cuteness is out,

and you're going to see glamour and like it.

For instance,

hats are going to be more practical and more becoming,

as you can see

in this array of berets...

Bugs said a hundred thousand.

Oh, that's right.

The rest is for you.

Okay, Santa Claus, what's it for?

Oh, for services to be rendered.

Like what?

Like what? Well, uh...

like watching Moran for me.

You see, uh, I don't trust him.

(mumbles)

How come some of Moran's greed didn't rub off on you?

Let me tell you something, Guzik.

I can smell you clear across this room.

There's not enough money in the world

-to make me work for you. -All right, forget money.

-What else? -What else?

Yes, that's right, what else?

Everyone's got a price. What's yours?

If I had a gun... I'd blow more holes in you

than you did into my kid brother on Valentine's Day.

Now, wait a minute, you can't pin that on me!

-I had nothing to do with that! -You're lying!

Look, I swear to you! I swear on my mother's grave,

God bless her, I swear to you, Striber.

I swear I was against it all the time.

It was the committee that voted me down.

Believe me, I'm sorry about your brother.

And I don't blame you for wanting me to give you

the name of the person who is responsible.

All right.

You've got something I want.

Tell me who killed my brother.

First I got to lay my hand on the booze.

Tell me now.

If I tell you now...

you'll hit him now.

Not if I don't want you on my back, I won't.

Now you got the idea.

After I get my hands on that booze,

then I don't care what happens.

Who was it?!

(quietly): Sully.

Crumb.

Satisfied?

Like you said...

every man has his price.

And, uh, you're pretty sure you knew how to get mine,

weren't you, Mr. Guzik?

If I wasn't... I never would've made

the agreement with Moran in the first place.

(glass shatters)

(dramatic orchestral music playing)

Did you buy him?

I bought him.

Price must've been pretty high.

Yes, Sully, the price was high.

But, uh... under the circumstances,

not unreasonable.

Shows the various routes into Chicago,

number and types of vehicles that travel them every day.

-Jack, that'll be your department. -Check.

With special officers to help us,

but how many we get and long we can keep them

is anybody's guess.

Rico, you handle the waterfronts.

-Bill, the freight yard. -Right.

You cover the landing fields and airports, huh?

Offhand I'd say the odds are in Guzik's favor.

Well, at least we know Guzik has to move within two weeks.

It's an edge we never had before.

But it cuts two ways-- we only have two weeks

to find out where, when and how.

By train? What's the matter with you, Moran?

You're supposed to be an expert.

-You can do better than that. -Wipe your chin.

Look, a half a million gallons?

That would take at least a hundred boxcars.

-68. -All right, 68.

So what's the difference? A train!

The train still has to go on a track, right?

It still has to keep to a schedule.

At least 2,000, 3,000 people know where a train is

-at any one time. -Sure, but nobody connected

with the railroad ever knows what their freight trains

-are carrying. -What do you mean they don't know

what the trains are carrying?

Look, Jake, you're an expert on liquor,

I'm an expert on trains.

So educate me.

Freight cars are packed by the shipper,

and unloaded by the guys they're being shipped to.

All the railroad does is pull the cars

from one town to another.

So anybody, a bum along the road,

could open one of the cars by accident

and discover my booze!

The cars are sealed. It's a Federal offense

to break a freight car seal.

Not for Eliot Ness, it isn't.

I thought you were gonna keep Ness chasing his tail.

I'm gonna try, but he's no fool.

Suppose, in spite of everything, he hears about the train

after it's already on the way-- then I lose the whole shipment.

Then I'm wiped out.

Before Ness can stop the train, he's got to find it.

He starts to look for this one,

he may be in for quite a surprise.

-What do you mean? -In the old days,

I used to make trains disappear

at the rate of two or three a month.

I'll tell you something else, Jake.

Some of them trains they ain't found yet.

Well, you buy it?

All right, I buy it.

ANNOUNCER: And now back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: 48 hours after his meeting with Jake Guzik,

Bugs Moran took the first big step

in his plan to bring one-half million gallons

of illegal liquor into the city of Chicago.

I understand you own this railroad siding, Mr. Lane.

Yes, we've found it to work out much better in the long run.

This way we call the railroad, order any desired number

of freight cars we need, and they provide them.

It saves the added step of our trucking our merchandise

-to the railroad yards. -How many cars do you use?

Well, of course, that depends on the season.

Right now we're shipping apples,

and we're moving about 40 or 50 carloads a week.

-You only work in the daytime? -8:00 a.m. to 5:00.

Of course, the loading areas are floodlit

so we can use double shifts.

You got a phone around here, Mr. Lane?

Oh, sure, right here in the office.

There you are.

Call your home, Mr. Lane.

My home?

You heard him.

(dialing)

Hello? Is this 6-4-2-7?

Who's this?

Where's my wife?

Yes?

Yes, I understand.

Your family's gonna be fine, mister,

just so long as you do exactly what we say.

What do you want?

Call the railroad, tell them you want

a lot of extra cars shunted onto this siding.

Tell them to start with 25 tomorrow night.

Doesn't add up.

If Guzik's really trying to bring in this booze,

he should be working around the clock.

Instead he takes two-hour lunch breaks

and goes to bed at 11:00 and comes to work at noon.

Doesn't many any kind of sense at all.

Well, if he's gonna make his move,

it's got to be in the next three or four days.

-Maybe he's made it already. -What do you mean?

Somebody in this town is buying pipe, a lot of it.

Pipeline. Where'd you find that out?

I had a little extra time, so I did some snooping of my own.

I don't suppose you had time enough to discover

if that pipe was earmarked for Guzik?

No, but I did find out that

the corporations that ordered it are dummies.

Where'd the pipe companies deliver it?

They didn't. It's being picked up

-by a private trucking company. -Let's see if we can trace it.

WINCHELL: Meanwhile, work at the Lake Huron Packing Company

in Track City, Michigan, was moving with swift efficiency.

By day, workmen from the plant loaded boxcars with apples.

By night, carefully screened gangsters

loaded identical rolling stock with booze.

The loaded cars of apples were shunted to a siding,

halfway to Chicago.

The serial numbers on the freight cars

containing liquor were altered to match those

which had already been loaded with apples,

and the cars assembled on the packing company's siding.

By the night of the 18th, the assembly

of two identical trains was almost completed.

Each train contained 68 cars.

Each had the same serial numbers.

Each bore the same protective seals.

The difference: one would be carrying

less than $100,000 worth of apples;

the other, almost $6 million worth of liquor.

Well, if he left with a convoy, where is he?

We have everything loaded but his truck.

We have a schedule to keep.

Those boxcars have to be in Fayetteville by 11:15.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

All right.

(gunshot)

You all loaded?

No.

Still one truck missing.

That crumb, Sully.

He really sticks in your craw, don't he?

You don't know the half of it.

Kill him.

What?

I want you to knock him off.

Why?

Why? Because I told you to.

That's why.

It's... all of a sudden.

What's the matter with you? Are you getting soft?

It's not that, Bugs.

I mean, it's... when the cops find him...

When the cops find him, they'll go to Chicago

and drive Guzik crazy.

While they're working him over,

we'll milk him for an extra half-million.

Okay?

Okay.

(truck approaches)

Put him in there with Lane.

Feds will have a field day

trying to figure out who shot who.

You're late.

I blew a tire; is everything all right?

-Couldn't be better. -Where's Striber?

Inside. See you in Chicago.

Why not?

(gunshots)

WINCHELL: While Bugs Moran was burning his bridges behind him,

The Untouchables had learned

that the Cicero Trucking Company

had delivered 5,000 feet of six-inch pipe

to a lakefront warehouse owned by Jake Guzik.

Jack, call Captain Johnson.

Tell him to pick up the truck drivers

who were supposed to make the deliveries down here.

Check.

Lee.

HOBSON: Strange place to put a pipe.

Guess Guzik figured as long as we couldn't find it,

we'd keep on looking for it.

Eliot, I talked to Johnson.

-He's been trying to reach us. -What for?

They just found the body of Guzik's right-hand man.

Sully? Where?

Up in Michigan, a railroad junction called Track City.

Somebody filled him full of lead.

Railroad junction.

This is one card I don't think Mr. Guzik put in the deck.

(whistle blows)

WINCHELL: At 11:37 p.m., passenger express 601

roared through Fayetteville.

Moments later, Moran and his men took over control.

Meanwhile, Eliot Ness and The Untouchables

arrived in Track City, Michigan,

at 1:55 in the morning.

They sent out an urgent call

for the local railroad dispatcher

and inspected every corner of the warehouse.

The search had uncovered three cases of bootleg hooch.

I've been at this company for 11 and a half years,

and you can ask anybody, I'm an honest, God-fearing man.

What's an honest, God-fearing man doing

with three cases of bootleg whiskey

hidden in his utility closet?

It's kind of a Christmas bonus.

From who? Lane?

Well, no, not exactly.

All right, Mr. Peterson, we got no time to play games.

You better tell us where that liquor came from

or you'll spend Christmas in jail.

Well, I've been watching them bring that stuff in here

and loading them boxcars for three nights.

Who's them?

I don't know; I never saw them before in my life,

and I never saw so much liquor.

They won't miss them three cases.

Get him out of here.

-Let's go, fella. -Well, they... they was crooks.

It's not against the law to steal from crooks, is it?

-Come on, let's go. -Well, I know my rights.

Here you are, Mr. Ness.

We emptied Sully's pockets.

Thanks.

Oh, uh, will you be wanting to talk to the janitor again?

No, let him go.

All right.

Eliot, this is Mr. Purcell, the railroad freight agent.

Mr. Purcell, we appreciate your coming down here.

It's a terrible thing, terrible.

Did your office authorize a train

to leave this siding tonight?

Yes, sir, six to eight carloads of apples.

It's due in Chicago at 7:55 a.m.

Where's that train now?

It had to wait for the limited at Fayetteville.

That's about 20 miles from here.

What's the next stop?

Hillsgrove, and after that,

it's routed straight through to Chicago.

Can we have it held at Hillsgrove?

For how long?

Long enough for us to get there and search it?

Search it? What for?

We have reason, Mr. Purcell,

to believe your so-called apple train

is carrying enough illegal alcohol

to flood the entire city of Chicago.

Get me the railroad dispatcher's office.

I'd appreciate it, Mr. Ness,

if you'd get over there as quickly as possible.

This kind of delay plays havoc with our schedules.

We're on our way.

Hollister, put this on the telegraph.

Hold the Chicago-bound freight at Hillsgrove

until further orders.

Right.

WINCHELL: At the siding

where the apple train stood in readiness,

Moran's men had intercepted Purcell's telegraph message

and moved into swift action.

Meanwhile, Eliot Ness and his men

were speeding toward Hillsgrove.

Something's gone wrong; they're gonna hold you

at Hillsgrove to search the train.

Okay, that's your cue.

Get that trainload of apples on the track.

-What time am I due at Hillsgrove? -5:28.

I'll send up a signal when the track's clear.

Better move us off the siding till we get the go-ahead.

Whoever's searching that train better like apples.

Want to open any more cars, Mr. Ness?

No, that'll be all.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Could it be that janitor was lying?

With Sully and Lane dead,

he'd be implicating himself in a double murder.

Well, if the liquor was loaded, where is it?

The one place it can be,

another train somewhere between here and Chicago.

Guzik just waiting to get his hands on it.

He's not the only one.

Well, we know one thing for sure.

It can't leave the tracks.

Sooner or later, it's got to get to Chicago.

When it does, I'll be there waiting for it.

WINCHELL: When the Untouchables arrived in Chicago,

they went directly to the offices

of the chief freight agent.

We're convinced the liquor's coming

into the Chicago freight yards.

Well, Mr. Ness, if what you say is true,

it's already here.

What do you mean?

Well, the train you searched last night

never left Hillsgrove.

It was abandoned on the siding.

And there's no doubt an alternate train

came into the yards last night.

Search that train immediately.

I'm afraid it's not that easy, Mr. Ness.

Why not?

Because we haven't the remotest idea where it is.

How hard can it be to find?

After all, there were 68 freight cars.

Needles in a haystack.

I don't follow you.

Look out here.

Since this time yesterday morning,

1,200 freight trains have entered or left Chicago.

There are 80,000 loaded freight cars

in this terminal district.

Of that number, perhaps 50,000 look exactly alike.

The only way to find the ones you're looking for

is by the serial number,

providing you know the numbers to begin with.

No, I'm afraid that the only man who can help you find those cars

is the man who brought them in, Mr. Ness.

His name is Jake Guzik.

He's been trying to help us for two weeks.

Maybe it's time we thanked him.

Gentlemen.

(lively jazz plays)

-(knocking) -Yeah?

Mr. Guzik?

Yeah, what is it?

-T's Ness. -Ness.

What about him?

He's outside in the dance hall.

What's he doing here?

He's just watching them dance.

You don't look so tough to me, Mr. Ness.

In fact, you look like a pushover.

If I weren't a gentlemen, I might say the same for you.

Uh, well, if it isn't Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Beat it.

Come on, come on, beat it.

What do you want?

That's not a very nice way to greet an old friend, Jake.

Well, for an old friend like you, I got no time.

Jake, something I think you ought to know.

♪♪

Sully?

Sully...

Sully; I don't know anybody by that name.

That's funny, Jake.

It says right here...

"For Sully, in appreciation.

Jake Guzik, May 1928."

Oh, that Sully.

I haven't seen him in quite a while.

Not liable to either, Jake.

He's dead.

Oh, that's too bad.

Uh...

Well, y-you know where they got him?

Uh, I'd like to send him some flowers.

Don't you want to send flowers to the other guy, too?

What other guy?

See, it's this way.

In Michigan, there's a little town called Track City.

(whispers): Hurry up, Rico.

Whoever killed him didn't take any chances.

Sully was shot six times.

And let's hope the last five weren't necessary.

Now, if you don't mind, I got work to do.

You're finished, Guzik.

When I'm finished, you come around here

with a warrant for my arrest, not with your big mouth.

Now, do me a favor, will you?

Let go of the arm.

(lively music playing, crowd chatter)

(door closes)

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Yeah, just a minute.

It's Striber. He says it's urgent.

You're dumb! Dumb!

What is it?

Think they're looking for the microphone.

Well, that's that.

Nothing at all?

No. We got about four words when Mac answered the telephone.

MAC: Yeah, just a minute.

It's Striber. He says it's urgent.

GUZIK: You're dumb! Dumb!

Striber?

Is it possible Moran's mixed up in all this?

With Guzik, anything's possible.

Lee, you better put a trace on Striber.

-See what you can find out. -Right.

Let's hear it again.

(lively instrumental music playing, chatter and laughter)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Now, Jake, what happened?

We were cut off.

Never mind what happened.

What took you so long to call?

I couldn't shake Moran.

Jake, I got something to tell you.

Sully's dead.

Oh, never mind about that.

Where's the booze?

It's here, Jake.

27th Street freight yard.

Can I get my trucks in there?

No. They'll have to be moved first.

Oh. And Moran wants to talk to me

before he makes the move, huh?

(sighs) How'd you know that?

I wrote the book, sonny boy.

How much more is he asking, huh?

STRIBER: Half a million.

Where and when?

Tonight, 11:00.

Maintenance barn

on the Sutton Street side of the yards.

I'll be there.

What about Ness?

I'll take care of Ness.

WINCHELL: Later that evening,

the Untouchables waited outside the Dreamland Casino

for what they knew must be Guzik's final move.

(engine starting)

(tires screeching)

What do we do now?

Hope Hobson has Striber.

(coins clink, bell dings)

(phone ringing)

(door opening)

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

Hello. Hello.

Anybody there? Hello!

NESS: Hello. Anybody there?

Eliot, I followed Striber to a maintenance barn

at the 27th Street freight yards.

Better bring help.

Right now.

Nice you could come, Jake.

With an old friend like you, how could I refuse?

-Where's the booze? -Where's the money?

In there.

There were expenses I didn't figure on.

Half a million.

Sounds fair enough. Give him the money.

$250,000 we agreed upon and a half a million expenses.

(rifling through money)

What's the matter?

Nothing.

So, where's the booze?

In 48 hours.

Why the delay?

So I can check out this money.

You're right, Bugs.

That money is so hot, you couldn't give it away.

All right, all right.

Let's stop playing games with each other.

You give me the booze,

and I'll give exactly what we agreed upon.

Whistle for it, fat boy.

You had enough grief this last year, Bugs.

Don't make me kill you.

You won't kill me, Jake.

Why not?

Without that booze, you're finished,

and I'm the only guy that can give it to you.

You overlooked one thing, Bugs.

Striber?

All right, Striber, you made your bed.

Now, go over there and lie on it.

Hold it!

Anybody makes a move,

I put a bullet right in your fat mouth, Jake.

Oh, you don't need no trouble, Bugs.

You won't shoot me.

No, not if you play it smart.

All I'm gonna do is eliminate your ace in the hole.

Striber!

(gunshots, glass breaking)

Hold it! Hold it!

Striber!

(gunshot)

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♪♪

(gunshots)

Striber, hold it!

(coughing)

Where is the liquor train, Striber?

Which one is it?

(Striber coughs)

(bell clanging, train chugging)

You all right?

Yeah.

Well, we got Guzik and Moran and a half a dozen others,

but no one wants to say anything about the whiskey.

-No need to. -What do you mean?

It's right here.

(bell clanging)

WINCHELL: The deal between Jake Guzik and Bugs Moran,

perhaps the two strangest bedfellows

in the history of crime, ended disastrously.

Jake Guzik could never recover from the loss

of six million dollars of bootleg liquor.

The people of the United States went to the polls

to repeal the Volstead Act once and for all.