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(theme music plays)

WALTER WINCHELL: November 1933. The Jersey waterfront.

For one mobster,

this had been no pleasure cruise.

Marked for death by the South American crime cartel,

he had come running home desperate

for money to buy his life.

The mobster's name: Johnny Mizo.

All yours, Senor.

Sure. I'll see you.

We can always hope, Senor.

What does that mean?

Senor is too nervous.

I mean only that you have 11 days to the minute, Senor.

If you're not back, I cannot wait for you.

You won't have to.

MAN: Hello, Mizo.

Long time.

You got a friend who wants to see you

back in Chicago.

Nice and slow,

and everybody lives.

Come on.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(whistle blowing)

(gunshot)

WINCHELL: The mistaken killing of the Brazilian sailor

told Johnny Mizo

he had been expected.

For the next 11 days,

it would be a fight to stay alive.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Spoiler.”

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Claude Akins,

Tim Considine,

and Joyce Van Patten.

With special guest star Rip Torn.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

WINCHELL: 12 hours after the violence

on the New Jersey dock,

three of the four assassins were back in Chicago.

They had come home to report to their boss, Vince Majesky.

(burlesque music plays)

Majesky, a top-ranking Chicago hoodlum,

had a piece of every racket that could turn a dollar.

Protection, prostitution, narcotics.

He was not pleased with the information.

Now, Vince, it happened so quick.

-You got to understand... -(grunting)

-Vince, look... -You punk.

A simple job like that and you butcher it?

-Let me explain... -"Just grab him,"

isn't that what I said?

But things got out of hand.

The guy started running, Paul got jumpy,

and he blasted him.

That's your excuse, huh?

All I want is a nice, quiet pick-up,

and what do you give me?

Santos dead and Johnny Mizo running loose.

Johnny?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the headlines plastered all over the paper.

"Seaman Slain on Jersey Docks"

Now, how big do I have to paint it?

It wasn't Johnny you hit, it was a sailor.

A nobody, a lousy sailor.

You give me one good reason

why I shouldn't have you dumped in the river.

Look, Vince.

It was a botched job, sure,

but-but it was dark.

I mean, the fog, you could hardly see him.

Look, Vince, I can still get him.

Now look, you know that Johnny

will be coming right here, right?

I'll get the word out; we'll tell everybody.

-We'll grab him. -Unless somebody else grabs him first.

Who, the cops?

You think they're dummies?

They start putting the pieces together,

I say good-bye to 200 grand.

No, no, we'll grab him, I promise you.

Don't worry.

Not me.

You worry.

Beautiful, Charlie.

Wouldn't you say, Mr. Ness, beautiful?

Look, Mrs. Santos, if you can help us...

To life.

It's a nice thing to hang on to.

Oh, here we go again.

Why did your husband lose his, Mrs. Santos?

Epitaph: Paul Santos,

husband, gangster,

fat man, bad man.

He wasn't very good at anything.

Gun in his hand, and he still died.

Put it on a headstone,

it would get laughs in a graveyard.

You never asked him why he was going to New Jersey?

(chuckles)

Once, he was an hour late for supper.

I asked him why.

He broke my jaw.

It made an impression.

You sure you don't drink?

Thanks.

Nothing?

Get anything from the office?

Jersey ran a check on that Brazilian seaman.

He's clean, no record of any kind.

Interesting.

Also, the freighter's been searched.

Just legitimate freight with bills of lading to match.

Also interesting.

Yeah, if I knew where you were going.

All right.

An ordinary sailor steps off ordinary freighter from Brazil.

He's clean, no record.

Four hoods still try to grab him.

One of them Paul Santos.

A three-for-a-dollar killer. So?

Ever know Santos to work for anybody but Vince Majesky?

No, but it still doesn't add up.

What would Majesky want with a sailor?

The port says it was a thick fog that night.

A mistake?

You saying they grabbed the wrong guy?

Possible.

Also opens up a way to travel.

Like what?

-Like where that freighter sailed from. -Rio de Janeiro.

They're full of undesirables there we can't touch,

no extradition agreement.

Suppose one of them was to sneak back in for a reason.

Somebody Majesky wanted real bad, huh?

Let's see what Rio has to say, huh?

Well, that sounds fine, Eliot, but it's still only a theory.

That's what they told Einstein.

Well.

This is my day for big surprises.

The band and I finish together, and then a big hello from you.

When I want jokes, I'll hire a comedian.

I'm sorry.

I was just trying to be pleasant.

One of us should try.

You've got a mouth.

Look, Vince, please, let's not fight.

I've got a headache.

Johnny Mizo is back in the country.

Now, how's the headache?

Don't get nervous.

You know I'm not the jealous type.

Just listen.

Johnny's gonna be heading this way.

Now, who do you think he's gonna contact?

Vince?

Vince, you're hurting me.

That's nothing.

Johnny calls you and you don't let me know,

I'll cut your throat.

Ness.

Optimistic, Majesky.

Come again?

You expect to find Mizo sitting at a table with her?

Mizo? Johnny Mizo?

Hey, there's a name out of the past.

Last I heard, he was in Brazil, maybe six years now.

Try again.

Whoa, uh.

Buy you a drink?

You drink, I'll listen.

To what?

Suppose we start with $200,000, huh?

Oh, Ness.

That phony story's been up and down the street for six years.

Phony?

Yeah, Johnny worked for me, so did his brother Lou.

But we never had a beef; all of a sudden, one day,

they just walked in and quit, that's all.

It loses a little in the translation.

You got a better version?

Yeah, how it was.

Johnny and his brother Lou collected payoffs for you,

but they got greedy,

staged a fake hold-up, took you for $200,000,

-stashed the money some place. -Come on.

You had Lou hit, but Johnny skipped the country

before you could get to him.

He left the money here, still sitting some place.

Go argue with a cop.

Take a tip from one.

Your hoods messed it up last time.

Stay out of it; keep your hands off Johnny.

Johnny's in Brazil.

Not according to Brazil.

Good night, Ness.

Majesky.

What good's $200,000 if they strap you in?

-(muffled scream) -Baby, baby.

It's all right, baby.

Hey, hey.

It's all right.

Where to, Eliot?

Better stay here, Rico.

For Mizo?

He'd be taking an awful chance hanging around there.

Knowing how bad Majesky wants him.

We want him worse.

That call to Rio must've been interesting.

Johnny's handling narcotics in Brazil,

Europe to South America route.

So?

We haven't been able to come up with the top names.

Johnny can give them to us, if he makes it.

I need a few days before I go for the money.

I need a place to stay.

You can fix that.

Please, baby.

Claire Vale,

from woman to landlord in six easy years.

Hello, love.

(kiss sound)

Bye, love.

It's three days.

Please, baby.

How do I explain you to Vince, huh?

Vince.

(chuckles) You and Majesky?

Johnny the Spoiler.

Breaks his toys,

throws them away,

but let anyone else try to pick them up.

Oh, go away, Johnny.

Where?

Go where?

You know what it's like out there?

I got nobody.

No friends, no family, nobody.

Dora, she owes me.

Lou's wife?

Owes you for a dead husband?

She still live over on Ryder?

Now, does she?

Huh?

She, uh, changed her name to Reynolds.

She's living on a little farm near Rockland.

You and Vince, huh?

Johnny.

Sorry, baby, it's rough out

if you open your mouth to your friend Vince.

Johnny! Johnny!

(knocking)

MAN: Miss Vale?

Miss Vale, five minutes.

(clattering)

Say, fella, hold it.

Hold it!

♪ ♪

Miss Vale, they're waiting for you.

Miss Vale?

Miss Vale?

(knocking)

NESS: In or out; there's a draft.

Let's talk.

I didn't have much luck last time.

Just you and me.

Are you asking me or telling me?

I'm asking.

I haven't got much time.

How'd you find him?

You're wasting it.

If you've got a point, make it.

He's the point; five minutes with him,

Ness, that's all I'm asking.

Good-bye, Majesky.

All right, Ness.

Everybody wants something.

Name it.

Bribery, Majesky?

That'll get you a cell next to him.

-Half. -Of what?

Come on, Ness, that punk's into me for 200 grand.

You mean that phony story that's going up and down the street?

-Ness, if... -Try a real phony story.

We haven't got him.

Had to find out whether you did.

(door slams)

-Well, now we know. -Yeah, but where does it take us?

We use Majesky again; I want around the clock tail on him.

Chances are, he'll still get to Mizo before we do.

How did you find us?

Well, what's the difference?

I'm here.

That calls for cheering in the streets, doesn't it?

Who dies this time, Johnny?

Dora.

Hey, Dora.

That's no way to start a family reunion.

Family?

(chuckles)

You don't choke on that word?

Look, I'm warning you...

(door opens, closes)

You want to introduce us?

This is...

This is my-my son, Arnie.

This is Mr. Brown, a friend of your father's.

Hi, Arnie.

You changed your name, too?

What?

Oh, I don't blame you, Uncle John.

(chuckling) Ain't it awful?

You know, I was gonna bring you a present, Arnie.

It just slipped right out of my mind,

but I'll make up for that real quick.

Sure.

Go to bed, Arnie.

Now.

It's all right.

Nice kid.

Kid?

He's 16 years old.

He looks like an old man,

he acts like an old man.

He's never been a kid.

He never cried a tear.

You did that.

Now, will you leave us alone, please?

Will you stop treating me like I was a disease?

All I want is a couple days here, then it's over.

You'll never see me again.

Is that too much to ask?

(chuckles) Johnny Mizo's world.

Just do this, just do that.

Everybody does for Johnny.

And what does Johnny do?

He brings death.

I knew we'd get to that.

How long are you gonna keep blaming me

for what happened to Lou?

Who else?

All right now, you want to kid yourself Lou was a saint?

Huh? Lots of luck.

He was one of Majesky's boys, just like me.

Because you kept after him.

Why couldn't you have let him alone?

He was happy.

Happy? He was a lousy mechanic in a boiler works.

He wasted his life in overalls.

Happy? What was he?

Alive.

All right, look, no apologies.

We went for the big one,

and something went wrong.

Lou was unlucky.

You want to cry the rest of your life, go ahead, not me.

And you get this straight.

I'm staying here.

I want you out of here.

There's no place else.

I want you out of here!

Three days.

That's all I want.

Now, you play along with it, nobody gets hurt.

I need that money, Dora.

I need it to stay alive.

There's nothing I won't do to get it.

ANNOUNCER: And now, back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: in Chicago, the manhunt grew.

No one would ever really know

the number of people watching for a glimpse of Johnny Mizo

or the number of people watching the watchers.

It was a classic example of the manhunt.

Ness on one side, Majesky on the other,

but with a twist.

Mizo, the man in the middle,

had long since slipped the net,

only the hunters had no way of knowing.

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♪ ♪

♪ ♪

It's kind of early for the floor show.

Who are you?

(gunshots)

No luck?

No, Majesky's got one of his hoods sitting by the phone.

Recognize you?

I doubt it, but you'd better forget about planting a bug.

We could plant a phone tap from the basement, couldn't we?

That's not good enough; somebody could walk in with a message.

I want an ear in that office.

Good luck.

(door closes)

Do you have to sneak around like that?

I wasn't sneaking.

I'm sorry, kid, it's just, uh...

You move up on people quiet like that,

you can get hurt, you know?

Like they will?

What?

Whoever you're watching for.

(chuckles) You got it all wrong.

Sure, Uncle.

Ever kill anybody with that?

Oh, what kind of books you been reading?

This is for protection.

If you say so, Uncle.

Why don't you just call me Johnny?

Oh, sure, Uncle.

You must've come in here for something. What?

Breakfast is on.

(phone ringing)

Forget it.

I already told you,

I work in a dry goods store three days a week in town.

We couldn't make it without that.

I'm just gonna call and tell them I'll be a little late.

A week late.

Tell them you're sick.

We need the money.

That ain't all you need.

(phone ringing)

Emma?

This is Dora Reynolds.

Get me Bennett's, please.

Mr. Bennett, um, this is Dora.

Uh, I-I'm sorry,

I won't be in for about a week.

No, it's just a bad cold.

No, we have everything we need.

Yes, I-I will.

Thank you.

(line clicks)

Wasn't so bad, was it?

I still have to go to town.

The food is low.

I'll do it.

Keeps the phone bill down.

Forget it, Arnie's going with me.

(exhales)

Green Top Cafe,

route 34, ten miles south.

Garvin, you're sure it was him?

Do you think I wouldn't know Johnny Mizo from four feet away?

Yes, Mr. Majesky.

Good luck.

He buy it?

Yeah.

Now it's me that needs the luck.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Any time now.

Right.

Thanks, Garvin.

Come on.

That's the trouble you get for owing a Fed a favor.

When he collects, he really collects.

-It'll be all right. -For you.

When Majesky finds out he's been had,

he's gonna come here breathing fire.

You won't even get singed.

Hotel room all set up.

Order what you want.

Big deal.

Majesky finds me,

I'll order a coffin.

Let's go plant a bug.

Protection, Uncle?

But, um, what would he be doing around here, Sheriff?

This, uh, what did you say his name was?

Mizo.

And he's probably not within a hundred miles.

Just a routine check, Miss Reynolds.

Whole state's looking.

Worried, Uncle?

Shut up.

(chuckles)

Big shot gangster.

Tough guy.

You stink.

You stink.

You and that mouth.

If your mother's using hers...

She won't.

Not as long as I'm alive.

Better keep me alive, Uncle.

What do you want?

What?

The only thing that's left.

I figure half that money belongs to me.

Me and my mother.

(clears throat)

Want to wait for him?

Take a look.

Nothing, not a stitch.

A 20 mile trip and no Johnny.

Now, no Garvin.

Hey, you know what I think?

If you could think, we wouldn't be chasing our tails.

You see something funny?

It's you.

Big shot gangster, freezing,

jumping every time you hear the sound of the wind.

I've just about had enough of you, kid.

We don't have very much food.

How much longer we gonna keep traveling these back roads?

Till I say different.

Your funeral.

What kind of kid are you, a mouth like that?

You're talking to your own uncle.

What's an uncle?

Somebody got his brother killed.

He was your father.

Why don't you ever call him that?

Maybe I didn't have him around long enough.

Oh, it's my fault, huh?

Nah.

His fault, too.

He was stupid enough to listen to you.

Listen to me, you little punk.

You get this through your head.

He was a good man...

He was a good man.

Yeah, not too smart, though.

He got a bullet and you didn't.

Not yet, anyway.

(phone rings)

WINCHELL: For almost 72 hours, the vigil continued.

In Vince Majesky's office...

...in the basement across the street,

and across miles of Illinois farmland.

What are you doing?

That's it, a lousy can of beans.

That is all there is.

Is that enough?

All right, you eat it.

Tomorrow we look for a town.

We're gonna find us some civilized food.

You'll be crawling hungry by then.

Oh, you care, huh?

Sure.

If you don't last, I don't get no money.

I'll go get some firewood.

Open it.

(wood creaking)

♪ ♪

(coughing)

Come on, you stupid kid.

All right, get inside.

I'll make the fire.

You could've gone. Why didn't you?

Now, get in there.

Don't drip all over the seat.

This stinking truck's miserable enough now.

Why didn't you?

Look, kid, I don't want you to get any stupid ideas.

Breathing or not, you're still a rock around my neck.

I don't want them finding any rocks, okay?

Get in.

It's rough enough without having a sick little punk

slowing me up.

I ain't gonna get sick.

I'll still be there to collect my half.

WINCHELL: Johnny Mizo was fighting time.

He had allowed himself four days

to shake off all pursuers, retrieve the stolen money,

and get back aboard the South American freighter.

He had one day left.

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♪ ♪

(starter whining)

(engine starts)

You dirty, stinking, rotten...

Let go, you stupid kid.

Are you nuts?

(panting)

Why didn't you just let me drown?

Forget it.

You're going home.

Look, you stupid kid,

half that money is no good to me.

I don't get it all, I don't live.

Out.

You'll have to kill me, Uncle.

You've got a gun, you can do it.

Get up there.

Get in there.

You stupid kid.

You miserable kid.

All right, kid, who needs you, kid?

Who needs you?

Sure, Solly, I remember you.

What's the point?

How long ago?

Yeah, good enough.

If this works, Solly, you made yourself a grand.

Vince?

Solly Brookman.

When beer went bust,

he bought a few roadside cabins out near Colton.

Had a guest that just left.

Johnny Mizo.

Well, come on, we're wasting time.

No, no.

Colton, Colton.

Lou used to work there.

He was a mechanic or something at the boiler works.

And now Johnny's...

Six years, right in front of me,

and I never saw it.

Sure, Lou would know every inch of that place.

That money'd be safe for a hundred years.

The boiler works ; they're in Colton.

Get the boys.

Right.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(car approaching)

(tires screech)

(car doors closing)

(whispering) Get in there.

Stay low.

Keep quiet.

-Where you going? -Shh.

Shut up and listen.

Don't follow me.

When you see it's all clear,

keep low and get back to the truck.

No.

MAJESKY: Welcome home, Mizo.

Let's talk.

(gunshot)

No, I want him alive.

(gunshots)

(chamber clicking)

He's clean.

Get him.

NESS: Right there, Majesky!

(gunshots)

(gunshots continue)

Majesky, hold it.

(groans)

Waste of time.

I'm a loser.

Maybe you should have stayed in Rio.

(chuckles)

Now he tells me.

Johnny?

What do you want?

I need the top names, Johnny.

Above Dominguez.

(footsteps approaching)

It's Lou's kid.

I want them bad, Johnny.

Belmonte brothers

in Rio.

Jose Pasqez in Sao Paulo.

Thanks.

Stupid kid.

No brains.

Johnny?

(crying)

Johnny?

WINCHELL: With the information supplied by a dying gangster,

Eliot Ness was able to strike a crippling blow

against the suppliers of narcotics.

As to the boy, Arnie, when last heard of,

he was once again using the name his father had given him.

Mizo.

Arnold Mizo.