Original subtitles

(theme music plays)

(crowd cheering)

WALTER WINCHELL: April 28, 1932.

3,500 Chicagoans gathered in a smoky arena

to watch the finish of a bicycle race

begun six days before.

But rackets boss Ed "The Duke" Monte

had not come to cheer the race.

Said 9:30; you better get him.

Remember?

Concessionaire at the north end.

What?

Concession stand.

(laughs)

You know, the hot dogs.

Okay, Mr. Monte.

And, uh, Yanos, that is the north end.

(buzzer sounds)

(announcer speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(crowd cheering)

It looks like he's still got it with him.

Yeah.

Sorry, Monte.

You'll have to miss the finish.

(chuckles)

Surely not before the finish, Mr. Ness.

(buzzer sounds)

Take your luggage.

You'll be away a long time.

Hold it!

Okay, against the wall.

He's clean.

You making a drop, Monte?

(chuckles)

That ain't even my briefcase.

Maybe not...

but it's your money, and it'll have your prints all over it.

Who tipped you off I was here?

Must have slipped my mind.

About a quarter of a million here, Eliot, in 50s and 100s.

It won't buy yesterday's newspaper.

What do you mean? It's all phony?

The only one thing it'll pay for is Mr. Monte's room rent.

Guess about 15 years’ worth.

Let's go.

Couple of things I want, Mr. Ness.

I bet there are.

I want to call my lawyer, and I want to see

the rat who squealed hung up by the heels

and ripped down the middle.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Giant Killer."

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Torin Thatcher

and Karl Lukas.

With special guest stars Peggy Ann Garner

and Paul Richards.

Narrated by Walter Winchell.

WINCHELL: On May 29, 1932, Ed Monte was found guilty

of possessing counterfeit United States currency.

He was sentenced to the penitentiary

for a period of not more than 15, nor less than ten years.

Six miles from the federal courthouse,

on East Varney Street, stood the Odeon Theatre.

From his office here, Monte had controlled his empire

for many years.

Now, during his absence, the empire was run

by his former lieutenant,

burlesque impresario Lou Sultan.

All right, hold it.

I waited, Parrot.

I waited till this afternoon.

I figured if Monte got off, he'd want to work you over himself.

But he didn't get off, did he, Parrot?

Did he, Parrot?

-No. -No.

Now, you nailed him but good, didn't you?

No, I... I had nothing to do with it.

Ah, come on, punk.

You're gonna have your insides mixed up

one way or another anyway.

(knock on door)

See who it is.

All right, what about it, Yanos?

He was there at the stadium.

You knew that.

I told you that.

Anything else?

Mr. Monte had me throw him out of the office once.

You didn't tell me that, Parrot.

No.

No, I didn't think that mattered.

Called him a vermin.

I think that's like a rat or something.

Mr. Monte was right, he is a rat.

A little squealing rat that's smelling up my office.

Now, since you were Mr. Monte's bodyguard, Yanos,

I'll let you do the honors.

Do what you do with rats.

Well, I-I swear I had nothing to do with it.

I was just there to watch the race.

I'm no stoolie, honest!

I didn't do anything, honest!

Nothing to do with it...

(door closes)

That ought to satisfy Ed, huh?

Get me the grosses from the houses last week, Leo.

Sure, Lou.

And, Leo, if you got any questions,

the answer to all of them is

that I'm taking over till Ed gets sprung.

Sure, Lou, it doesn't make any difference to me.

I'm not taking a vote.

What I'm telling you is a fact.

Now, get me that report.

Sure, Lou.

No, Yanos.

Yanos, no, I'm not a stoolie, honest.

You know I wouldn't do a thing like that.

-Yanos! -Get in there.

Yanos...

I didn't do it, Yanos!

I didn't...

(engine starts)

Hey, every other one, Irene.

You in a hurry to get out of it?

When he arrives, you don't keep him waiting.

Don't worry, when you get to be their age,

you get used to waiting.

(chuckles)

Excuse me, girls.

I wonder if I could trouble you for a minute.

-I doubt it. -Federal officer.

Ooh!

I never been out with a Fed.

(chuckles)

Tell me, did you happen to see this man around here lately?

His name is Parrot Krebs.

No, and I got a good memory for ugly faces.

On the other hand, you boys I might forget tomorrow.

Before you do, could you tell us where we could find Lou Sultan?

You looking for somebody, Ness?

Not anymore.

Thank you.

Beat it.

Where do we talk?

What do you want, Ness?

Settle for Parrot Krebs' killer.

You're in the wrong store.

You got the motive.

Motive?

I hardly knew the creep.

I can think of two; take your choice.

You killed Krebs because he squealed on your boss.

Or you did the squealing and had to have a fall guy.

Now, look, I didn't blow the whistle on Ed,

and I didn't have nothing to do with any killing.

And you got no case, or you'd have come in here

with a couple of cops and a warrant.

(knock on door)

I'm busy!

(knock on door)

Come in.

You work for Mr. Sultan?

Yeah, he works for me.

Let him talk.

What's your name?

Yanos Dalker.

What time did Parrot Krebs come here last night?

I told you, he wasn't here.

Shut up, Sultan.

Yanos?

Mr. Sultan's right.

You're a pretty big man, Yanos.

So he's big.

Big hands.

Bet you could kill a man with a single blow, huh?

Yanos was right here all night.

I'd even swear to it.

I figured you would.

Oh, you...

Sorry, Mr. Sultan, I didn't know you were busy.

How could you know?

You don't have a brain to know with.

Hello, Mrs. Sultan.

Hello, Yanos.

Beat it.

Do you want it long-suffering or just plain mad?

Now, cut it out, baby.

Now, don't-don't start that

tired, jealous wife routine, huh?

Yes, I'm a little sick of it myself.

So why don't you just stop playing games

with every stripper that comes through that stage door!

Now, baby, you got it wrong all the way.

That dame just-just happens to bring in the customers.

And I'm only being polite

to keep the competition from grabbing her.

Oh.

The way I hear it, you're doing all the grabbing.

-Mm. -And pardon me,

but that's not polite.

Now, you know, if you think that I got some yen for that dame,

forget it.

'Cause I already got the best.

Come on.

Hmm?

And now you put your arms around me

and tell me that I'm the only girl in the world.

You're the only girl in the world.

-Don't, Lou! -Why not?

Hmm?

Why not?

It works every time, doesn't it?

Well, just be careful, Lou.

I mean it.

(lively music playing, crowd laughing)

(laughing)

Hello, Yanos.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Sultan.

You saw my father yesterday, didn't you,

before they took him to prison?

Yes, ma'am.

How did he seem?

Pretty good.

Good night, Yanos.

Good night.

Hey, Mrs. Sultan.

Can I give you a drive home or something?

Some other time.

(applause)

(laughs)

Funny, Harry!

Nice going, Jerry!

(machines whirring)

Uh, is it open?

Like always.

Put it on the chain.

WINCHELL: At the penitentiary,

Ed Monte was setting in motion that tribute

to underworld deviousness and ingenuity,

the prison grapevine.

Through a series of established steps,

a convict in need of getting a message out

could do so.

In the very complexity of the method lay its success.

If a link were broken, another could be

immediately forged to take its place.

And, for Ed Monte, the chain was solid steel.

(horn beeps)

♪♪

(siren wailing)

(siren wailing continues)

Hold it right there, Monte.

(gunshot)

Come on.

♪ ♪

-We made it. -Yeah! (chuckles)

What happened?

I caught one.

Are you all right? Shall I stop?

No. I got to find that lousy stool pigeon

who put me there.

Parrot Krebs. I got him for you, Mr. Monte.

I got him for you myself.

You killed the wrong man, Yanos.

This time we're gonna do it right.

WINCHELL: Ed Monte was safely hidden

by Yanos Dalker in the loft

at one of Chicago's condemned buildings.

On the following morning, he assembled the most loyal

of his former lieutenants.

Parrot? No. (chuckles)

He was no Einstein,

but he, he was gonna be in it for ten grand.

He was smarter than to lock himself out of that one.

Well, Sultan sure came up smelling like a rose and a half.

Yes, that's what he looks like from here, too.

Well, if it was Lou,

it's gonna take a lot of muscle to get him out of that chair.

So when do we hit him?

Yanos here will let you know as soon as I'm ready.

Well, I think that's about all for now.

Better let yourself out over that roof.

This here's a condemned building.

We don't want some rookie cop to come in

and figure he's flushed out a floating crap game or something.

(both chuckle)

It's good to see you back, Ed.

We'll be waiting to hear from you.

Mr. Monte!

(groans)

You shouldn't have tried it, Mr. Monte.

Why didn't you tell 'em?

(chuckles) A dying man doesn't get much respect

in this business.

You're not dying.

Ah, thanks, Dalk.

-Yanos. -Yeah?

From here on in, you got to do it all.

What do you mean?

I'll be the brains, you'll be everything else:

the arms, the legs, the voice,

the ears, the eyes.

What do you say?

Anything you want.

Good.

Here, give me a hand over there.

I better get Mrs. Sultan. She'll want to see you.

No, I don't want you to bring her.

I don't even want her to know where I am.

-Why? -Well, if Lou's our boy,

my breaking out of there's gonna make him squirm.

(chuckles)

He's gonna be watching her, and the police,

they're gonna keep her covered, too.

Besides, you know how it was.

There never was much father- daughter stuff between us.

No time. Never any time.

Anyhow, she's Lou's wife.

I think she loves him.

She may not want to come.

What do you want me to do?

First, I want you to get in touch

with an old friend of mine.

Do the best you can, huh?

Thanks.

Police can't find a trace of him.

The money's got to be in Chicago, Eliot.

What about his daughter?

They got a tail on her.

What about some of his boys?

They're all acting too dumb.

If Monte wasn't in town, they'd tell us

to keep the police off their backs.

-(knocking) -Come in.

I have a message from Mr. Monte.

What is it?

Mr. Monte has a deal for you.

Come in.

Go on.

He wants to know who tipped you

he was at the bike races that night.

That's not a deal, that's a favor.

He says if you tell him,

he'll turn himself in 24 hours later.

He's not offering much. We'll find him anyway.

Mr. Monte thinks Lou Sultan done it.

So if you don't tell him, he's got the boys ready to hit.

That means Sultan's boys will hit back,

and we'll wind up with a gang war, huh?

That's what Mr. Monte said.

But he still wants to know who squealed.

I thought you worked for Sultan now.

Up to yesterday.

Mr. Monte's deals aren't too generous, are they?

A gang war or a murder.

If I give you Lou Sultan's name, we end up in a gang war anyway.

All right, Dalker, you tell Monte I'll take that deal,

but I'll need 48 hours.

Why? He'll want to know.

Tell him I got to get an okay from Washington.

Maybe he can't wait that long.

It's the best I can do.

You check back here day after tomorrow.

Mr. Ness,

it won't do no good to tail me.

'Cause if you do, I'll stay away from Mr. Monte

like he had a plague or something.

We'll see you later.

Okay.

Bill, tail him.

But I thought...

Might as well keep in practice; get going.

He's asking you to finger a murder, Eliot.

I know.

If we don't, we'll be refereeing a full-scale gang war.

Two days, that doesn't give us much time to stop it.

If Monte buys the two days.

Well, our informant didn't give us much help.

Item one telegram.

Yeah.

Unsigned.

I told Mr. Ness not to tail me.

(burlesque music playing, whistling, cheering)

Hello, Yanos.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Sultan.

I was sort of hoping you'd come by.

I want to talk to you.

Came to see if my father's been in touch with Lou.

I got a message from your father.

Told me to tell you he's okay.

He can't see you.

Why not?

He says it's too dangerous.

Well, why did he come back here?

Apparently, he didn't do the squealing.

Mr. Monte wants the guy who did.

Who?

Well, he's not sure.

He thinks maybe it might be your husband.

I-I-It couldn't be Lou.

Well, how do you know?

I-I don't, but...

But he works for Daddy.

Daddy trusts him.

He thought you might know.

Well, I-l don't.

Not for sure.

Well, I'll tell your father that.

(woman laughing)

Hey, get lost.

Yanos.

Yanos!

Yanos.

I-I didn't tell you before

because he told me he'd kill me if I told anybody,

but it was Lou.

Lou tipped the Feds.

How did you find out?

I was with him

when he phoned the telegraph office and sent the wire.

Be careful.

Where did you go, baby?

I was worried about you.

You weren't very worried a minute ago.

Oh, come on.

You see, when a telegram is sent from a payphone,

the telephone operator monitors the call,

and then we record her number

as well as the number on the coin box.

-Now, do I make myself clear? -Yes, perfectly.

Then you do have the phone number?

Well, of course; that's what I was leading up to.

Do you have the address?

No, but you can get that information

from the phone company.

I see. Do you mind getting the phone number for us?

Oh, yes, certainly.

Why, that's why you came in here in the first place, isn't it?

Well, I didn't come in here to send a wire.

-It'll just be a minute. -Thank you

I'll, uh, need that.

I couldn't come here last night.

I figured the Feds might've had a tail on me.

I wanted to be sure.

Are you sure...

Are you sure now?

Yeah, your daughter says Lou Sultan tipped the Feds.

How'd she find out?

She heard him do it.

Why did she wait to let me know?

She was scared.

You...

You get four or five of the boys

and let Lou know what scared means.

And let him know what dead means.

All right, Sultan, I can't force protection on you.

You're telling me there's an old man

-might get trigger-happy. -That old man

has a lot of friends. His friends have a lot of guns.

They don't have all of them.

Look, son, it wouldn't tear me apart to see you gunned down.

But I'm being paid to see that Chicago

doesn't turn into a battleground.

Well, that's your problem, Ness.

Yeah, it might become a bigger one for you.

Eliot, I was afraid I'd miss you.

-Get the address? -Not for a couple of hours.

How'd it go in there.

Maybe I gave Sultan something to think about.

Of course I'm not scared of the old man,

but there's no sense walking into a trap.

I want five or six of the boys around.

Around here?

Around me, wherever.

Do you think I'm gonna sit here like I'm in a cage

just because some jailbird's got a big grudge?

-No, thanks. -Suit yourself.

But that jailbird's no cheap punk

with a trigger instead of a brain.

Look. You... you just get the boys here, huh?

It's my head he's after, so I'll do the worrying.

Suit yourself.

But maybe he won't care how many other heads get in the way.

Yeah...

Hey, uh...

Sell that singer's contract tomorrow, will you?

-Peggy? -Yeah.

You might have to give her away, but get rid of her.

See you later.

(gunshots)

Let's get out of here!

(gunshots continue)

Oh, I want him dead, Leo.

Him and Monte both.

Okay, Lou. I'll spread the word around.

They want a private war, let's give it to them.

ANNOUNCER: And now, back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: Following the attempt on Lou Sultan's life,

the members of his organization turned out in force.

Orders were issued to seek out and destroy

Ed Monte, Yanos Dalker and all known lieutenants.

Sultan's army had been mobilized for action,

but the enemy was not in sight.

(coughing)

Just take it easy, Ed.

Couple of more days on your back and you'll be as good as new.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Change the dressing twice a day and make he gets plenty of rest.

Doc?

You said $25.

Uh, make it $50.

Yeah.

Call me again if he gets worse.

Thanks.

Is that right?

I mean, what you said

about him being all right in a couple of days?

The bullet's lying near the heart.

He may live a couple of days,

or he may be dead by the time you go back in.

Which one of you is Ness?

I'm Eliot Ness.

Oh. You gonna take care of my cab fare home again?

When the cops called, they just told me to go down and open up.

They didn't offer no ride.

Hey, come to think of it, this ain't no gag, is it?

We're federal officers.

I'm sure you'll be reimbursed for your trouble, miss, um...?

Oh, Perlowsky. Elma Perlowsky.

Who's Maurice?

Well, that's me, too.

I thought it had a little class.

You have a pay telephone?

Yeah. Down the hall.

Check it.

Hey! You didn't get me outta bed just to make a phone call.

You have an appointment book?

Sure.

One of my customers do something wrong?

Not exactly.

Huh, not that it's impossible.

You know, I don't much like most of the girls who come in here.

I mean, most of them are kinda crummy.

All they know is this month,

they gotta look like Jean Harlow.

Hey, but listen, I wouldn't want anything to get in the papers

and give this place a black eye.

That's the number, all right.

And here's the name.

Thanks, Miss Perlowsky. That'll be about all.

Hey!

On second thought, you can put my name in the papers.

I mean, why not?

(multiple gunshots)

Ah, they were good boys.

This'll make Monte wish he was back in the pen, huh?

(laughter)

(knock at door)

Who is it?

It's Yanos.

What do you drink, Yanos?

I want you to come along with me.

That's the best offer I've had today.

Maybe not the smoothest, but the best.

I want you to see your father.

I don't want to see him.

He's your father!

So? He's my father.

So you go and see him. He loves you!

Oh... how can you be so big and so dumb?

It's facts-of-life time, Yanos.

Love is a word they invented for the movies.

It has nothing at all to do with people.

You take my father.

He loves...

power.

He loves money.

He couldn't care less if I lived or died,

or if I danced naked down State Street at high noon.

You're wrong, what you said.

About love?

Or whatever you want to call it.

Not a chance.

It's a waste.

Give, give, give.

Zero.

(crashing)

Now, you go and see him! Your father's sick!

What's the matter with him?

He got a bullet the night of the break.

Where is he?

3914 McDonald Street in the loft!

Now, are you gonna see him?!

All right, I'll go,

but by myself!

(door slams)

Hello, Yanos.

How did you know where I was?

We didn't. We're looking for Mrs. Sultan.

She left.

Just a minute.

We need to complete my part of the agreement.

I give Monte the name he wants, he turns himself in.

We already know.

It was just like Mr. Monte thought.

Lou Sultan?

Lou Sultan's a lot of things, most of them dirty,

but he didn't tip us about Ed Monte.

Who did?

Take me to see Monte.

No.

All right, then you take a message back for me.

You tell Mr. Monte we received our telegram

April 28, about noon,

that the telegram was sent by means of a pay telephone.

The pay telephone is located

in the rear of a place called Maurice's Beauty Salon.

Then you tell Mr. Monte to ask himself

what Mr. Sultan would be doing

in the rear of a woman's beauty salon.

And if he doesn't have an answer to that question,

I'll show him a list of the people

who had appointments there that day.

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

The only familiar name on that list was Mrs. Barbara Sultan.

-You're lying! -Why?

You're lying, you dirty, lousy cop!

You're lying!

(sighs)

What do you want to do now, Yanos?

I don't know.

We made a deal.

Well, I don't like it anymore.

I'm sorry if you don't like it anymore,

but we've got a deal.

And Mr. Monte's going to live by that deal, you understand me?

You tell him that for me, huh?

Yeah, I'll tell him.

He's got 24 hours to turn himself in.

Maybe now he won't need all that time.

You, you better be going.

You're sure you weren't followed?

Yes, Daddy.

Okay, then, get out of here.

Go on, get out of here.

All right. I'll be back.

Yeah.

(door opening)

Take care of him, Yanos.

Mr. Monte.

Hmm, she's a good kid.

She's a good kid.

I gotta tell you something. Something important.

Sultan.

(chuckling)

Sultan is dead.

Sultan wasn't the one who squealed, Mr. Monte.

What?

Sultan wasn't the one...

I-I don't understand.

Eliot Ness said he can prove it wasn't Sultan.

It wasn't Sultan, huh? Who was it?

He says, uh...

Who was it?!

He says it was somebody else.

He's gonna give me the name tonight.

Well, you got to get him for me.

(coughing)

I-I took care of you for a long time, Yanos.

Now you got to do this for me.

(panting): What?

Promise--

whoever it was, he killed me.

Promise.

Promise!

Yeah.

Y-Yeah, I promise.

(stammering, grunting)

Mr. Monte... don't!

Mr. Monte, don't!

What do I do?

(grunts)

What am I supposed to do?

(panting)

Who's gonna tell me what to do?

What am I supposed to do?

Who's gonna tell me what to do?!

Who's gonna tell me what to do?!

WINCHELL: Although Eliot Ness

had delivered the name of the informer,

no order had gone out to Monte's lieutenants

to withdraw from the battlefield.

The gang war which Ness had feared

was ready to begin.

(explosion)

(gunfire)

♪ ♪

Feeney's one of his boys,

so we'll hit that still that he's got down on 14th.

Leo, you take care of that.

Max, you and Whitey hit Barker's still

down by the stockyards.

They want firecrackers, we'll give "em firecrackers.

Take a torch man with you.

What's the matter?

Hello, Sultan.

You got a warrant this time, Ness?

That's right.

What's the charge?

Violation Chicago City Ordinance 228, Section B, Subsection 4.

What's that, spit on the sidewalk? I confess.

Conducting a lewd and lascivious entertainment

within the city limits of Chicago.

Lewd and what?

Lascivious. When you go downtown you can

call your lawyer and find out what it means.

You ever heard of false arrest?

If that charge doesn't stick,

we'll try obstruction of a public right-of-way.

What are you talking about?

In front of the theatre--

the bomb made quite a mess.

All right, come on, come on,

now, what do you really want?

I want to see you in jail, Sultan.

On charges like that?

Any charge, even spitting on the sidewalk.

What's this, Sultan, battle plans?

You know, you got to be losing your mind,

'cause you can't keep me in any jail

for more than a day at the most!

Right now that's all I want,

just enough time to get Monte and Dalker.

There won't be a war if there's no one to shoot at.

Okay, Ness,

like they say, I'll go along quiet.

I don't think you're gonna stop anything this way.

Take the others in, too.

All right, move out.

On what charge?

Consorting with a known criminal.

Like who?

Like a man who spits on sidewalks.

Come on.

Ah, won't you come in, friend?

It's a cold night, and a cup of soup

can melt all that ice inside.

Ain't got no time.

Uh, no preaching.

Just a cup of soup and maybe a donut or two?

Got to go.

Hey.

Can I ask you a question?

(quietly): Yeah.

Uh, look, you're supposed to know something about people.

Well... if a friend asks you,

uh, to do something,

you should do it, right?

(chuckles): Well, that depends on what he asks you to do,

and, uh, how much you love your friend.

Yeah.

Y-Yeah, I guess so.

(rings)

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Yanos.

Well, what's the matter?

Is it my father?

Nothing's the matter.

Your father...

your father just wants to see you, that's all.

I'll leave right now.

(turns off engine)

I'm sorry.

What for, Yanos?

I'm sorry for what you done.

What I did?

You told him.

Not Sultan, not anybody else.

You did it. You killed him!

Killed?

He died a couple of hours ago.

Oh.

Wh-What are you gonna do, Yanos?

I'm gonna do what I promised him.

Do you know why I did it?

There's no reason for doing something like that.

I did it because I loved him.

Stop lying!

Yanos, you loved my father, didn't you?

Don't talk.

I don't want to hear anymore.

Then you can understand.

Lou was setting my father up for a Kill.

(crying): I wanted to go to him.

But you didn't!

I know. (wry laugh)

But I was in love with Lou.

The dirtiest piece of garbage in Chicago.

That's what I picked.

I knew if... if I told my father what Lou was planning,

he'd kill Lou.

So I...

I-I did the only thing I could think of.

I thought if I could get my father out of range, if...

if I could... could get him where they couldn't find him...

So I sent him to prison.

Maybe it wasn't smart.

I never was very smart.

But I didn't want to see either one of them dead.

I promised him. I promised him!

Why do you do it, Yanos?

What do you mean?

You loved my father.

You can be gentle.

You're gentle now.

And...

and yet, you can get an order to kill.

Why?

It's the only thing I know how to do.

(sighs): Oh, Yanos...

(vehicles approaching)

It's Ness!

-Oh, what are you doing! -Get down!

Yanos! Yanos, give yourself up!

It's not you they want; it's my father!

Watch out for the girl!

Throw the gun down, Yanos.

(gunshots)

He killed himself.

Where's your father, Mrs. Sultan?

He's dead.

Everything's dead.

Your husband's alive, Mrs. Sultan.

You're alive.

Is that what you call it?

I killed three men, Mr. Ness.

One of them I didn't even know.

Three men without even trying.

How's that for living?

WINCHELL: With the deaths of Yanos Dalker and Ed Monte,

the threat of a gang war in Chicago

had been averted.

And although Lou Sultan spent only 18 hours in jail,

it had been enough.

Seven months later, he was gunned down

by a trusted lieutenant.

Only one person attended his funeral,

and even she did not shed tears.