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(theme music plays)

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

MAN: Mr. Ness, it's your friend again.

Lee.

I got another tip for you.

Go ahead.

Ain't you gonna thank me for Artie Graff?

Thanks.

I told you right, didn't I?

You told me right, friend.

Now, get this.

There's a warehouse down by the old Grover Street hill.

Big meeting.

Lot of top boys.

Wouldn't be surprised if old Frank Nitti himself was there.

(line clicks)

We're invited to a party.

(horn honks)

♪♪

Sure that's everything, Leo?

Yeah, I'm sure, Mr. Nitti.

You better be.

Okay.

(stomps foot)

The meeting will now come to order.

There's only one thing on the agenda this evening;

that's Leo Stazak here, the keeper of the books.

I advise you to listen good.

Okay, Leo, you got the floor.

Thank you, Mr. Nitti.

Gentlemen, last night, the Feds

put their hands on a set of our books.

Here, like this.

And in it, our accounts receivable.

It tipped the Feds on how, with the speak owners,

we handle our business.

Now, paper can be very dangerous-- worse than guns.

It can hang us.

And that's why we want all the paper here.

From now on, you don't write anything,

you don't sign anything.

If you want to make a deal,

you pick up the telephone, understand?

All records will be held in a central file,

known only by the bona fide members

of the organization's council, and...

What he means is, from now own, the only paper we use is cash.

If you get an order for a hundred cases of Canadian booze,

you call us.

We'll keep the records.

Oh, there's one thing more.

You all knew Artie Graff.

He ran a good speak, but he was careless with his records.

Now, the organization has voted to give his widow a few bucks

in memory of her departed husband.

I hope you all heard good.

I got enough problems; I don't want any more.

That's all, boys.

The Feds!

No guns!

We're clean!

(tires screech)

All right, move out!

Come on! Move!

Warm your hands, Ness.

It's awful cold in here.

Get them downtown, all of them.

Come on.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Speculator.”

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Bruce Gordon

and Frank Sutton,

with special guest star Telly Savalas.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

WINCHELL: Frank Nitti was taken into custody by Eliot Ness.

Nitti was not pleased.

I told you, Ness, ten times.

It's cold in the warehouse,

so we light a fire just to keep our hands warm.

You say it's records.

What are you trying to make out of this, a federal case?

Exactly that, a federal case.

Now, look, I'm a citizen; I got my rights.

I want to know when we can leave this rattrap.

When I tell you you can.

STAZAK: Mr. Ness, may I say something?

Fine, Stazak, you do that.

My opinion, you're acting in a very high-handed manner.

Am I?

Now, Mr. Ness, we all know

you're very big with the newspapers.

And we all know you're looking

to make a score by persecuting Mr. Nitti.

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

Thanks.

I got to hand it to you, Nitti, you move fast.

Artie Graff murdered in his cell.

Now, Mr. Ness...

I'm sure you understand that murder is a method

used only by punks who don't know any better.

Mr. Nitti is a legitimate businessman

engaged in the pursuit of profit,

like any other good American.

Thanks, I'm glad to hear that.

Now, let me point out

that you're only a public servant

and that Mr. Nitti is a taxpayer.

Yet, you and your other government boys have seen fit

to freeze cash deposits in banks all over the city,

and have taken it upon yourselves to imply

that they're ours and that we're dealing through phony front men.

Now, you say you have a case against us, huh?

And that you have records belonging to a Mr., uh, Graff.

Now, think about that, Mr. Ness.

Yeah, you have records,

but like you said, Graff is dead.

And without him, you're nowhere.

Have you any other statement to make, Stazak?

No, I think I said my piece.

He's said his piece.

Fair enough.

All right, you can both go.

I don't like these sessions, Ness.

You operate like a cheap hood.

Ever known Nitti to let someone talk for him?

No.

Stazak's a man to watch, Lee.

Where's your car?

My boy's probably still looking for that two-bit lawyer of mine.

I can't depend on nobody.

Can I take you some place, Mr. Nitti?

Yeah, yeah, the club.

Leo, you did good tonight.

Real good.

Well, thanks a lot, Mr. Nitti.

You been with the organization a long time,

and you worked hard.

From here in, you ride with me, in style.

Well, I appreciate that, sir.

Oh, I ain't one to forget a thing like this.

Anybody does right by Frank Nitti,

it's well known that Frank Nitti does right by him.

Name what you want, you got it.

Well, there's a little favor you could do for me, sir.

I got a cousin, uh, Angie.

So?

He needs a job.

(chuckles)

He's got it. Angie works with you.

See, you're coming up, Leo.

Thanks, Mr. Nitti.

Peanuts, peanuts, nickels and dimes.

Come on, Leo, you tell me what you really want, huh?

Well, I'll think of something, Frank.

(both laugh)

WINCHELL: Four days after Leo Stazak

tossed a match to the records, the cold residue

of the warehouse fire was transported to the police lab.

Any chance of restoring this-- any part of it?

Normally, there would've been, but this was a gasoline fire.

Too bad. Two minutes earlier and...

Wouldn't have mattered.

Two minutes earlier, they would've seen to it

we got the same thing, ashes.

Could've been our net worth case.

There must be other records, duplicates, master sets

somewhere hidden outside the line of fire.

We can't stop now.

See if you can restore any part of it--

corner of a page, a number, a name, an address, anything, huh?

-Right. -Thanks.

WINCHELL: 7:30 that night, in a specially fitted club car

owned and maintained by Frank Nitti,

the mob's council met in emergency session.

In attendance were the six regular members.

The subject: new business.

Guests of honor: Max Gort from St. Louis

and George Keeley, Kansas City.

They wanted to bring a 60-truck convoy

of illegal booze down from Canada.

They needed Frank Nitti to make it work.

All right, let's get to the dough.

How much?

One million, two-five-oh.

For 20 of those truckloads,

marked for Chicago and Frank Nitti.

You're talking big blue chips, Max.

Who else is big enough to get up

enough scratch to get in on this deal with us?

Suppose I don't go for it?

Well, we go alone.

Best we can roll in is 40 trucks.

Well, Frank, what do we tell our boys

in St. Louis and Kansas City?

I like it.

You understand, we'll need that million and a quarter

inside of 30 days.

I said I like it. You got doubts?

Oh, no, no, Frank.

Uh, if you give us your word, that's enough.

Sure.

Everybody knows,

Frank Nitti's word is as good as his bond.

Max, George, we'll get back to you.

Go on, boys.

We'll let you know.

Vic seemed a little lukewarm about the deal.

If I tell you I like it, you're in.

You go on back to St. Louis and Kansas City,

you tell them everything's set, okay?

(train whistle blows)

-So long. -So long.

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

Eliot, Lee.

We got lucky.

The lab boys were able to restore a fragment of ash

that had been stuck to the steamer trunk.

Any complete words?

Enough.

Apparently, it's the bottom part of a business form.

Now, there's a small "B" and a small "A" in uppercase type,

then there's a jumble of letters that adds up to "Fine Printing."

Must be the syndicate's printer.

I checked it out.

The directory lists an Anton Ryba Print Shop.

Good, let's stake it out.

Double teams around the clock.

Right.

Thanks, Ted.

WINCHELL: Within an hour after the St. Louis

and Kansas City mobsters had presented the plan,

the organization was ready for a vote.

In financial matters,

a solid seven "yes" votes were necessary for approval.

All right, let's take a vote.

I'm with you, Frank.

Me, too.

Yes.

Yes...

No.

No...

I told you I liked it.

It's a good deal.

Still, no.

You tell me why, Vic?

Look, Frank, now is no time for us to expand.

We're short of hard cash.

The Feds have a lot of our money frozen solid,

but we still got to run the business in Chicago.

No.

We got to hang on to all the dough we take in.

You feel that way, too, Sam?

I got to go with Vic, Frank.

We're in no position to take a chance right now.

We're in no position to take a chance right now?

Why, you gutless punks.

How do you think I build this organization in the first place?

You think I built it by playing safe?

You think I built it by being scared of my own shadow?

No, I built it with these.

I smashed everything aside.

I fought the Feds to make this organization.

I took a chance every step of the way.

Why, if you don't shoot crap, you're through, out.

Now, I said I was for it.

And if Frank Nitti says he's for it,

that means we'll make it.

Now, I'll give you another chance to change your vote.

You make it unanimous, we'll all go home.

I voted no.

It still stands.

Get out, all of you, get out!

Now, you go home now.

I got some business to talk over with Frank.

Good night, Mr. Nitti.

Here, drink up, Frank.

You know, it's not my right to speak.

I give you the right.

Well, in my opinion, you're right all the way.

Well, I'm glad somebody thinks so.

You know, you don't have to take this lying down.

You're Frank Nitti.

You can swing it without them.

How?

Simply by making the deal all alone,

and you don't tell them anything about it.

That's very interesting, Leo.

Only I happen to need one million, 250 in quick cash,

and I need it in 30 days.

Well, that's no problem.

You just go out and you make it.

Where?

In the stock market.

In the market?

Oh, it's shaking like a leaf.

No, it's way down.

Now's the time to get in, Frank.

Now's the time to get in and buy big.

The slobs are getting out.

They're in panic.

But the Feds?

They can check on any market investing.

They'll get me on that tax rap.

Not the way I'd cover it.

You just leave that to me.

In 30 days, I double your money.

Not only you handle the convoy deal all alone,

but you'll have a pile of dough left over.

You sure?

Guaranteed.

(laughs)

I like you, Leo; you know, you got guts.

If there's one thing Frank Nitti appreciates, it's guts.

That means you'll give me the green light?

All right.

When do you need this dough?

I got to get in quick, Frank.

I got to get in while the market's low.

You meet me here, tomorrow morning, first thing.

I'll have the dough for you then.

300 grand, a week's collections.

And I'll match it next week.

I tell you, Leo, you're my boy.

You double that dough,

I'll see that you get a seat on the council.

Good night.

Good night, Frank.

(laughs)

WINCHELL: For a solid week,

the Untouchables staked out the Anton Ryba Print Shop.

On the seventh day of their surveillance,

they spotted Leo Stazak.

Lee.

(doorbell tinkles)

(door closes)

Hello, Anton.

I got a job for you.

I'm at your service, for a fee, of course.

(laughs)

Stocks.

Duplicate them.

This kind of work will take some time.

Yeah, well, Anton, old pal, this is a rush job.

I need this stuff tomorrow.

Unfortunate.

I'm visiting my sister's family in Cicero tomorrow.

Postpone it.

I don't care to do that, Leo.

Now, look, I've seen you print up

a couple of dozen real estate contracts,

phony real estate contracts, in less than a couple of hours.

Because Mr. Nitti asked me to.

Mr. Nitti?

Mr. Nitti asked me to find him a printer.

You know, someone who could work for the organization.

Someone who'd keep his mouth shut.

And I found you, Anton.

And tell me, during the past six months,

how much money have you made, huh?

How long can I be grateful?

Every time you walk in here, I thank you.

You be grateful one more day.

One more day, and $1,000 in cash now.

(chuckles)

A good craftsman is worth $1,000.

A good craftsman who doesn't talk to Nitti

and keeps his mouth shut is worth that and more.

Oh?

There's a $2,500 bonus in it for you.

I wondered how long it would take.

How long it will take before my friend Leo Stazak

would show his, uh, should I say,

aggressive qualities.

Two things.

One, a perfect job.

I want you to roll off a pack of stock certificates

that are so good, they'll fool any stock broker in the world.

I want you to make it look like I've been up to my eyebrows

in stock transactions this past week.

Number two.

Two, Anton.

I want them perfect in 24 hours.

Huh?

Two things.

$1,000.

Cash.

Come on.

They're in business, those two.

Anton Ryba Fine Printing.

Fine printing for what?

Stazak left his briefcase

and whatever he wanted Ryba to do for him.

Let's drop in as soon as Ryba leaves

and take a look around, hmm?

(knocking)

Yeah?

You got company, Mr. Nitti.

Hello, Vic.

Want some dinner?

-I'm not hungry, Frank. -(door closes)

What are you doing down there?

We got to yell at each other.

Here.

This is my seat, Frank.

My seat at the council table.

I fought for it; I earned it.

You're out of your mind if you don't try some of these spuds.

Frank,

I'm a voting partner in this organization.

So, what else is new?

A phone call is new.

I was just on the phone,

talking to Max Gort in St. Louis.

Good man, Max.

He was real happy that we decided

to go in with him on that convoy deal.

Frank,

me and Sam voted no.

The phone connection between here and St. Louis

has always been pretty bad.

Maybe you two guys didn't hear each other so good.

Maybe I better call Max myself

and talk real slow, so he'll understand me.

When are you gonna make that call, Frank?

Soon as I can.

Well, you let me know what he says.

Vic?

I offered you some of these spuds.

I wished you would accept it.

What are you doing tonight?

Uh, nothing, Mr. Nitti.

How'd you like to take in a burlesque show?

(whistling, cheering)

(exhales)

(laughs)

Hello, honey.

(gunshot)

ANNOUNCER: And now, back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: The death of Frank Nitti's major opposition

on his council cleared the way for a secret meeting.

Nitti himself selected the site.

The same warehouse that Ness raided a week before.

Where's the dough?

Yeah.

300.

Capital Gs, for grand.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

If Mr. Nitti ever finds out you never invested a dime of it...

Leo, maybe we better settle for this, huh?

Take what we got now and get out of town.

With more on the way?

Well, at least stash this thing some place.

What kind of stupid chance are we taking

to have it around all the time?

-(door closes) -That's him!

Don't worry, cousin.

Hello, Leo, Angie.

Hey, Frank.

The Feds swept up here like housewives.

The steamer trunk was here, remember?

And that was a quick move you made, that fire.

I can't get it out of my mind.

Hey, Frank.

You know, you thanked me enough.

Angie's on the payroll.

I'm indebted to you.

Here's what I could grab at a weekly take

without getting a lot of questions.

Great, I'll just add this to the pot.

What is it, a couple hundred thousand?

Yeah.

You're a smart man, Frank.

You keep putting in and putting in.

You're making, uh, a pyramid.

That's a word they use on Wall Street.

-Pyramid, that means... -I know what it means.

I'd like to know just how big that pyramid is right now.

You mean, as of today?

As of tonight.

Right now.

Angie, go get the bag.

Remember I told you I'd double your money in 30 days?

I lied to you, Frank.

I doubled your money in a week!

(chuckles)

Here's your profit, Frank.

$300,000. Here, take it, put it in the bag.

Everything you bought went up?

(laughs): Oh, come on, will you, Frank?

No, mostly Comet Copper.

It's gone wild.

I sold a thousand shares yesterday.

You know, this is a risky business.

If you want to pull out and take a profit, I understand.

No, I didn't say that.

Comet Copper, huh?

What other stocks you been buying?

Here's a list of stocks.

Study it and see what you think.

I'll have the, uh, certificates for you tomorrow.

You know, proof of ownership from the company.

Naturally, if you want to pull out altogether,

I can sell everything tomorrow.

(chuckles)

Every time I look at you, I see flames.

(chuckles)

Here, put it all in the market.

I got confidence.

Let's go for the whole bundle.

He's got confidence; he sees flames.

(laughs)

♪♪

Lee.

Proofs. Still wet.

Today's work, huh?

Business forms, business forms...

Wait a minute.

Stock certificates.

Even these proofs could fool me.

Well, this is Stazak's order.

It's got to mean he's going in the stock market for Nitti.

Yeah, trying to raise cash for Nitti, sale of fake securities.

Could be. It makes sense

with Internal Revenue freezing their bank deposits.

What time did Ryba leave the store?

About a half hour ago, 10:00.

Come back in the morning, ask him a few questions.

-I think he'll be nervous. -Why?

He won't be able to find these proofs.

Leo!

Leo. There, Leo.

We got to take off; we got to get out of here.

Everything works for us.

Newspapers, Wall Street,

the whole world.

What are you talking about?!

We still got Mr. Nitti's dough!

He'll shoot us down like a dog! We haven't invested...

Right! We haven't invested a dime.

This is a beautiful moment, Angie.

Taste it. Here.

(laughing): Smell it!

We don't have any money.

We don't have any... money at all.

We just lost it in the stock market.

It could happen to anybody.

All we got...

is a bag full of hundred dollar bills,

a half a million dollars in cold cash.

The world is flat busted,

and we're taking a shower in the stuff. (chuckles)

We got to get out of here.

We got to move, Leo.

We conned Frank Nitti!

Sure, we did con him, didn't we, Angie?

From the day you made that call to Ness

about Artie Graff's books.

He swallowed that one hook, line, sinker,

boat, dock, pier, everything. (chuckles)

And that phone call about the warehouse and the meeting, huh?

Buying the stocks, stocks that weren't stocks.

We conned him all the way, Ange.

You know what I feel like right now?

I feel as if I could reach out my hand

and give him a little shove. (exhales sharply)

And he'd topple over just like he was hollow.

Nobody pushes Frank Nitti around.

A lot of guys have tried it.

They were all bums! Nobody with class!

Well, I ain't gonna hang around to be one of them.

You do what I tell you...

-cousin. - (footsteps approaching)

I know all about it, Frank.

Anything you do to me, I deserve it.

I got it coming; I was a fool.

"Let me handle it, Frank."

"We'll make a killing, Frank.”

"I'll double your money in a month, Frank!"

Go ahead, give it to me; I got it coming.

Over half a million down the drain.

You think you're worth half a million, Leo?

Nah, I'm not worth nothing.

I don't even want to live anymore.

Go ahead, kill me, Frank, huh? Do it quick.

You had a chance to get out, but you didn't grab it.

It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I did it.

Nobody but me.

Leo, I don't get it.

You're smart. I figured maybe some of the other suckers

might take a bath, but not you.

How did it happen? How?!

Well, I got to be honest with you, Frank.

I just guessed wrong.

But it wasn't me alone; the whole world guessed wrong.

The biggest shots in this business, they guessed wrong.

We just made a mistake.

You wanted that convoy deal,

and I had to gamble to get it for you, right?

Okay. So I lost.

But one thing I want you to know

before you knock me off... is I tried!

Remember that, Frank! I tried, for you!

Once you asked me if I ever wanted anything, huh?

Well, all I'm asking you for

is my miserable life.

I told you to shoot dice.

I can't hurt you if you crap out.

Hey, Frank,

we can come back, Frank.

Fast.

No dice, no gambling; a sure thing.

The convoy!

60 trucks rolling through here from Canada.

Keep talking.

The Canadian boys roll their trucks through on time, huh?

But they're rolling... trucks.

-Empty trucks! -Make it look like a hijack?

Yeah! The Purple Gang in Detroit; everybody knows them.

They'd do anything; they're hoodlums.

Go on.

Here.

The Canadian boys-- hey, excuse me, Frank.

The Canadian boys...

they put the booze along our lakefront, huh?

We stash it in our coves up north,

and then we smuggle it into our warehouses all over the city.

-And then we peddle it off a load at a time. -Fine, fine.

Now, what do we pay for this?

What are we, a bunch of Indians?

What do we give them for this, beads?

We get goods; we pay in services.

Goods and services, those are words

they use on Wall Street, huh?

All right, they need an outlet for their booze.

They need storage; we provide it.

Yeah, we split the cash on the sales with Canada.

I wouldn't be surprised if we could sell some of their stuff

to Kansas City and St. Louis, make a quick profit.

Quick cash! Hold-in-the-hand money, Frank.

Okay, that's a good idea, Leo.

But from now on, we stay out of the stock market.

We stick to what we know.

I'll go to work on this.

Frank?

You're a big man.

A very big man.

(laughing)

(continues laughing)

WINCHELL: Anton Ryba, the syndicate printer,

returned from a personal visit to Cicero at 6:00 p.m.,

exactly as he had promised Leo Stazak.

Yes?

NESS: Mr. Ryba, we're federal officers.

I locked the door.

We broke in, Mr. Ryba, with a search warrant.

Me? I'm a printer.

For the syndicate.

You confuse me; I'm a printer, period.

For customers.

For people who walk in and give me a job.

Who gave you this job?

That's easy to find out.

There's a job slug on top of each proof.

I want you to tell me.

A man named... Stazak.

Leo Stazak.

How much does the man named Stazak pay?

That depends upon the job.

This job.

It was an emergency.

It was paid in advance,

-in cash. -How much?

A couple of hundred dollars.

You sell yourself cheap, Mr. Ryba.

Where are the certificates?

When does Stazak pick these up?

He was in a hurry.

He said I had 24 hours.

I made them up and went down to Cicero today,

and I planned to be back in time to give them to him.

-What'd he tell you about them? -I don't understand.

You understand, Mr. Ryba.

Did he give you any special instructions?

-No. -Make any particular comment?

-No. -Was he planning to pick these up himself?

-No! -Or were you supposed to hold them for Frank Nitti?!

-Mr. Nitti wasn't supposed to... -Yes?

He wasn't supposed to know.

Give my regards to Stazak.

(doorbell tinkles)

(doorbell tinkles)

(gasps) Oh, Leo.

I just got back this minute.

Hello, Anton.

Where's the stuff?

Here.

It's all ready.

A perfect job.

(sighs)

Ah, thank you, Anton.

I guess we're square, huh?

Leo, what about the bonus?

You promised a bonus.

For what? Talking with the Feds?

I just saw them leave. What'd they want, Anton?

(sighs) Well, what do they always want?

Snooping, snooping.

They want to know who my clients are.

What do you think, I tell them?

(chuckling)

That's what I think, yeah.

You're just trying to be tough

to get out of paying me my bonus.

You promised me $2,500 if I didn't say anything to Nitti.

And I didn't.

And I'll tell you something, Leo Stazak, I want more.

I want three grand for not saying anything to the Feds.

Where did you send them, Anton?

Nowhere. They just left.

Ah, in an awful hurry.

Did you send them to, uh, pay me a visit?

Or Frank Nitti?

You're just trying to get out of paying me my bonus.

Oh, no.

(doorbell tinkles)

Hey!

Mr. Nitti, you're tight as a board.

Now, you got to relax.

Relax? You should have my troubles.

Okay, finish me up and get me out of here.

Hello, Nitti.

I got the whole place tonight, Ness.

Why don't you go down to the Y?

How do you feel?

It's too bad about Black Tuesday.

The crash?

What's that got to do with me?

I hear you invested heavily.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

The whole world did.

And I went down the drain.

And the whole world went down the drain.

Well, except you guys who work for the government.

Uh, but you ain't interested in money, are you?

Only in your money, Nitti.

All your unreported income.

All right, enough.

You'll never get me on a tax rap, Ness.

I'm clean, and my record's clean.

Stazak still handling your stocks for you?

Are you still here?

What do you care about Stazak?

Wonder whether he got out in time or not.

I know he went into the market with a fistful of stocks.

I told you, I lost.

What are you gonna do now, laugh?

What are you trying to do, drill holes in me? Enough.

These are a little steamy, but...

I think you can see they're copies.

Copies of what?

Copies of stock certificates.

From Anton Ryba's Print Shop.

Ryba's? Why copies?

Names ain't filled in.

No names of the owners of the shares.

Well, you'll want to look those over very carefully.

Have a nice steam.

Volcano in there.

It's liable to explode any minute.

Eliot, Stazak.

He's looking for Nitti.

(Ness sighs)

Can't be courage. Just plain nerves.

Where's the dough? I want 500,000 bucks.

Yeah, well, Frank, well, here's what I got with me right now.

(chuckles)

In case you're worried-- $100,000.

Where is it? Over $500,000, not $100,000.

What, are we on, a merry-go-round, Frank?

You ask, I tell you, you ask, I tell you.

We lost it, Frank.

Sorry, but we did.

We didn't lose a dime!

You got it all... stashed away some place.

These are phony stock certificates.

You had these in case I ever asked you for proof

if we was really in the market.

That's why I'm here, Frank.

I saw Ness at the printers.

You know, I knew he had the proofs,

and I knew he'd hand 'em over to you.

Don't you see through him?

He's trying to drive a wedge between you and me.

You know, creating distrust.

He'd do anything to help his tax case.

How does it help his tax case

if he gives me information about you?

And what if I act on that information?

Huh? What if I fit you out for a pair of cement boots?

Sure, he needs the records in court,

but he also needs the guy who supervised the paper

to stand up in court and identify everything.

The paper without the guy-- he ain't got nothing.

Now, where is it?

Ah, are you still on that?

Where's the dough? Where's the dough?

-Where's the dough?! -My cousin, Frank.

What about your cousin?!

Let me explain. Let me explain.

I knew there was something wrong, you know?

Believe me, Frank.

You know, I... I felt sick about it.

I felt sick right down to my toes.

My cousin, you know, the-the boy you gave the job to,

was swindling the organization.

He went down to Ryba's, the printer,

and he put in an order in my name.

How about that?

And...

Oh, it's too tough to go on.

Go on.

I never bought the stocks myself.

After all, Frank, what am I? A messenger boy?

So I placed the order, and I give the cash to Angie.

My cousin, Frank,

flesh and blood.

He pockets the cash,

and he fakes the stock certificates.

When did you find out?

This afternoon.

You know, I went to pick up some printing at Ryba's,

and everything fell into place when I saw the proofs.

Like a jigsaw.

You bring him here. You bring him here!

I can't do that, Frank.

I killed him.

He tried to destroy us. I had to do it!

You fast-talked your way out of everything.

Now you just wait a minute.

Hello. Who's this?

The night man, sir. Decatur Street Apartments.

Oh, look, night man, this is Leo Stazak.

I'm worried about my cousin Angie.

He's been sick all day.

I'd appreciate it if you look in on him.

I certainly will do that, Mr. Stazak.

When you set a match to those records,

I figured, here was a guy who was loyal clear through.

You'll see. I'm telling the truth, Frank.

MAN: Mr. Stazak!

Yeah?

Your cousin... is dead.

Any guy who'd kill his own cousin...

is loyal clear through.

Thanks, Frank.

I think I'll go down to the file room.

I haven't looked around there, you know?

May be some money. Who knows?

Let me know if you find anything.

Oh, you'll be here?

I'll be here.

I'll call you.

Flesh and blood.

Stay with Nitti.

♪♪

♪♪

(footsteps)

NESS: Don't reach for it, Stazak!

I'll take it.

(bullets clinking on floor)

You want Nitti?

Well, he's yours, Mr. Ness.

You put me on the stand,

and I'll identify every piece of paper in this place.

This ought to get me, what, huh?

A couple of years? Time off for good behavior?

A lot of years, Stazak.

Time off for a walk in the exercise yard. Come on.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

WINCHELL: Shortly after the capture of Leo Stazak,

Frank Nitti went to jail for income tax evasion.

During his 18 month imprisonment,

he received the news

that Stazak was executed for murder.

Nitti let bygones be bygones.

He sent flowers.