Original subtitles

( suspenseful theme playing)

(cocks gun)

Hey, boys.

Surprise.

(screams)

Mwah.

ANNOUNCER: The premiere of The Untouchables.

ANNOUNCER (reading):

Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert Stack.

Co-starring Barbara Nichols

and Bruce Gordon.

With special guest star Nehemiah Persoff.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

NARRATOR: Chicago, May 5th 1932.

After seven months of legal delays,

Al Capone, the most notorious product

of the nation's experiment with Prohibition,

was on his way to federal prison

to serve 11 years for income tax evasion.

REPORTER 1: Look this way, Al.

REPORTER 2: Hey, Al, over here.

REPORTER 3: Make a statement, Al. Come on.

(reporters shouting indistinctly)

(indistinct arguing)

(engine starts)

On hand to watch the mobster leave was Eliot Ness,

chief of the unique federal squad

known as the Untouchables,

the special unit that had worked for 18 months

to bring Al Capone to justice.

For these men, the end of the Capone career

was just the beginning of another era of violence.

The king of the hoodlums

had left a vacant throne behind him.

The next man to claim it

would pay for the privilege in bullets and bloodshed.

Good old Al. Remind me to write him every day.

You won't have time.

Who's next in line?

Frank Nitti, Raddi, Sammons, D'Andrea, any one of them.

Guzik? Maybe.

Capone shares the big one and it's still warm.

Can those guys fill it?

That's the trouble with mobsters.

They grow big too fast.

The one that grows the fastest, he's our next pigeon.

Life had little value in Capone's empire.

Violence was a matter of cause.

Death was accepted as part of the daily routine.

But there were exceptions to the rule.

One of them was buried in this cemetery.

His name, George Ritchie,

a would-be hoodlum who had strayed to the side of justice.

The date: May 8th, three days after Capone's removal

to a federal cell.

The occasion: The ceremony honoring the first anniversary

of Ritchie's death.

The mourners at this ceremony represented

a strange cross-section of Capone's subjects.

There was Ritchie's widow, Brandy LaFrance,

ex-burlesque queen, the niece of Jake Guzik,

treasurer and bookkeeper of the Capone mob.

Guzik's widowed sister, Norma.

Phil D'Andrea, expert machine-gunner.

Fur Sammons, hijacker, rumrunner, killer.

Gus Raddi, Capone's pineapple expert.

Tony "Mops" Volpe, chief triggerman.

And finally, Frank Nitti, Capone's hatchet man,

known as "The Enforcer."

That George Ritchie, the way she carries on over him,

you'd think he was somebody.

What was he? An informer for Ness, the punk.

He lived too long as it was.

You should've had him knocked off even before you did.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

May 12th 1932,

one week after Capone left town.

Two of his principal lieutenants,

Gus Raddi and Tony "Mops" Volpe,

entered the Elite, a barbershop on Chicago's South Side.

MAN: Good morning, Mr. Raddi.

Good morning, Mr. Volpe.

RADDI: I got a long wait, Joe?

Uh, no, sir, Mr. Raddi. No, sir. No wait at all.

I'm ready for you right now.

Tessie's finished too.

You're ready for me, ain't you?

I still have my customer, Mr. Volpe.

I think you must be a new man here.

I'll finish up first, Mr. Volpe.

Oh, hey, look, I haven't got time for a shave right now, huh?

I'll come back another time.

See? I'm next.

I want a haircut, not a shave.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Raddi, I... I'd better get some new linen.

You'd better get some fresh linen for Mr. Volpe too.

What's the matter with you? You go crazy or something?

Those are Al Capone's boys.

I don't handle garbage with my bare hands.

Do you think I like it?

Enrico, please take care of them and get them out of here.

(door opens)

( ominous theme playing)

Hey, boys, surprise.

(screams) (machine-gun fire)

Mwah.

You. You know me? You ever see me before?

No. I... I... I don't know nothing.

I... I didn't see nothing. I... I don't even know you.

Let's go.

Oh!

(gangster grunting)

(body collapsing)

I don't know nothing.

Hi, Ness. Flaherty.

Who'd they get?

Tony Volpe, Gus Raddi.

Oh, they also killed the manicurist,

Tessie DiGiovanna.

Who did it?

Well, the other barber in the backroom says Frank Nitti.

Believe me, mister, he...

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

He saw nothing. That's what he keeps on saying.

Let me talk to the other fellow.

Right back there.

Do you know Nitti?

You saw Nitti do it?

What's the matter? Can't you talk?

He caught that.

He came in with Nitti. Cut him with a razor.

That took moxie.

That hood had a gun. You knew that, didn't you?

I'm telling you. He doesn't know what he's talking about.

He saw nothing. We both saw nothing.

Get him out of here. All right, outside. Come on.

Are you willing to testify against Frank Nitti

if we can bring him to trial?

Your life's gonna be in danger, you know.

Tessie, she was only 17 years old.

Mr. Ness, I know who you are.

I want to do something more than testify.

Please help me to do something about these butchers.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Enrico Rossi was a rare and valuable find.

A material witness courageous enough

to identify professional killers.

But as long as those killers were at large,

Rossi's courage was an invitation to disaster.

However, his protectors were the best in the business.

The federal special squad known as the Untouchables.

Martin Flaherty, former Boston police officer

with an outstanding bureau arrest record.

William Youngfellow, full-blooded Cherokee,

second team all-American in 1924.

Largely responsible for the breakup

of the Oklahoma City booze ring.

Jack Rossman, former telephone company lineman from New York,

now a wiretap expert.

LaMarr Kane of the Richmond bureau,

law-school graduate, married, two children.

That's him.

That's Frank Nitti.

He'll be just as easy to recognize in court.

Well, he hasn't been picked up yet.

He knows you can identify him.

He'll have every torpedo in town gunning for you.

ROSSI: You trying to say I shouldn't testify, Mr. Ness?

Not at all. I just want you to know

that you'll need all the protection we can give you.

It looks like I... I've got all I need right now.

Rico, yesterday you said you'd like to do more

than just testify.

I meant that.

Can you drive a car?

Sure.

Our car?

You mean that?

That's a good idea.

That way we'll be around to keep an eye on him all the time.

Marty, check on Mr. Rossi for clearance

and give him temporary credentials.

I think he's just joined the squad.

( suspenseful theme playing)

The violent and sudden deaths

of Tony "Mops" Volpe and Gus Raddi

on the afternoon of May 12th, resulted in a call by Guzik

for a meeting in the Montmartre Café,

the old hangout and the headquarters

for the Capone gang.

In the private office over the Montmartre,

three of the remaining six heirs

of the Capone empire waited.

Fur Sammons, Phil D'Andrea,

and the man who knew that the number

had been cut down by two, Frank Nitti.

NITTI: Oh! (intercom buzzes)

Jake Guzik is on his way up.

That means we gotta wait for Volpe and Raddi.

I hope they ain't late.

Come on, kid, come on.

NITTI: Push her over.

The winner gets 50 bucks.

Okay, kids, out. Come on. Come on. Let's go.

(door closes)

What's the matter, Jake? Eliot Ness been chasing you?

Volpe and Raddi, they're dead.

You sure?

I'm sure.

How do you know?

They were in a barbershop on the South Side

for a lousy haircut and a manicure.

Somebody goes in the backroom, opens up with a chopper.

Who would do it?

I don't know who, but I got a good idea why.

Why?

Why?

Because of that.

To be Al Capone.

Somebody declared war.

Somebody wants to sit in the big chair.

And that somebody is right here.

You.

You got the ambition?

I want just what I got.

You, Philipo?

You're little but, uh,

maybe you wanna grow up quick.

No, Frank. On my honor.

Or maybe it was you, the bookkeeper,

the guy with the greasy thumb.

Maybe it was you, Frank.

Maybe it was.

Big chair, big man.

Let's see if it fits.

Yeah, it fits all right.

Anybody object?

Any objections, speak up now.

So you declared war.

Yeah, it was me. Personally.

Now, let's hear your objections.

Muscles and guns.

Nobody learns.

Capone's gonna rot in jail.

He had all the muscles and guns in the world.

You think you're tougher than Al?

You want to sit here, Jake, don't you?

No, no, you sit there.

Go ahead, make yourself comfortable.

You'll be joining Al in prison before long.

You watch it, bookkeeper.

All I gotta do is wait.

That chair will be empty again. I got plenty of time.

You got the money too.

One hundred million bucks stashed away

all over the country.

But I take it now, Jake.

You can have the money.

I don't want it, but I'll get it back.

I don't like the way you're so sure of yourself.

I'm not sure of myself, Frank.

I'm sure of you, and of you and you.

I thought with Capone gone, we'd change.

We'd close up the organization so Ness can't get to us.

I was thinking to myself,

"We gotta be smarter than the federal agents.

Let's not fall in that trap again."

So, what happens?

While I'm thinking,

big Frank Nitti, the Enforcer,

he chops up Volpe and Raddi.

He does Ness' work for him. He cuts down the organization.

I can cut you down too, Jake.

Sure you can.

Sure, you can kill me, and you can kill him,

and you can kill him,

and then you know what you can do, Frank?

You can kill yourself.

I'm finished sitting by with some goon holding a gun.

You know why? Because a gun can't think.

It can shoot, bookkeeper.

Hey, uh, I think Jake's right.

So do I.

Okay.

Keep on thinking.

All right.

First thing we gotta make sure

that nobody here gets caught on an income-tax rap.

We're gonna start paying income taxes.

(scoffs) Yeah, yeah.

And we're gonna keep books,

several kinds of legitimate books.

I'm gonna make honest businessmen out of all of you.

What about the handbooks, and the booze,

and the flops, and the rest of it?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's for cash.

That's the cream.

We're gonna set up other businesses.

Real ones. Legitimate ones.

Hey, Phil, you like clean clothes, don't you?

Sure. How would you like to own

a small chain of dry-cleaning places?

You can pick 'em up cheap for a couple of hundred grand, huh?

You pay taxes on what you earn, that's all,

and they can't touch you.

How 'bout my handbooks and the girls?

We'll continue bringing in the cream.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Get out of the chair.

( dramatic theme playing)

Now, here's what we do.

On May 21st 1932,

Eliot Ness requested a conference

with the special district attorney, Beecher Asbury.

With him were Martin Flaherty, William Youngfellow,

and the newest member of the staff, Enrico Rossi.

How do you do? How do you do, sir?

You were the eyewitness in the, uh,

Volpe and Raddi killing, weren't you?

Yes, sir. One of them.

The other barber was there too.

But he swears Nitti had nothing to do with it.

Hm, two eyewitnesses who won't agree.

Well, we can't build a case on that.

Nitti has 50 eyewitnesses

who swear he was at a wedding reception.

Naturally. Naturally.

All right, Eliot, what can we do?

Have you got any suggestions?

Get them on tax evasion.

Just like that.

It worked against Capone. Why not against Nitti?

Look, there's Guzik, D'Andrea and Sammons.

They all want what Nitti wants.

That killing should've started the biggest dogfight

this town ever saw. It probably has.

That's just the point. It hasn't.

The kennel is quiet. The dogs are eating out of the same bowl.

Meaning?

Meaning they've come to an understanding, a compromise.

I think Nitti's been buffaloed.

Ah, Frank Nitti doesn't buffalo that easily.

Ah, it takes brains to do it.

The only one in that mob

who doesn't keep his brains in his shoulder holster

is Jake Guzik.

I don't know, Eliot.

Guzik's a bookkeeper.

The best he can do for them

is to give them a phony set of books.

And the best we can do is to subpoena those books.

Turn them over to a tax examiner.

There's got to be something in those figures

we can use against them.

All right, I'll get a subpoena.

Who do we go after first?

Let's start with Phil D'Andrea.

( dramatic theme playing)

Eliot Ness and Martin Flaherty,

armed with a subpoena from a federal court,

seized the books of Phil D'Andrea's

recently acquired chain of dry-cleaning stores.

You been in this business long?

Oh, yeah, I, uh, been a silent partner

for a long time.

And then, I decided to take a... A more active, um...

Role. Uh, yeah... Yeah, a role.

Uh... Great to have a lawyer with you.

He knows all the words.

You needn't have bothered to troll the court

for a subpoena for those books.

If you had merely asked for them,

Mr. D'Andrea would have been delighted

to bring them in himself.

It's not one of my hopes in life to delight Mr. D'Andrea.

I only want to surprise him.

With the seizure of D'Andrea's books,

special tax examiner, Julius Scalmone,

from the Bureau of Internal Revenue,

was called in to set up an audit.

Remarkable. Absolutely remarkable.

This man Guzik must be a genius.

As a bookkeeper or a crook?

Both.

These books are perfect. Look at them.

Perfect.

We're not interested in his technique, Mr. Scalmone.

We are trying to build a tax case against D'Andrea.

Not a chance.

These books make him look like the most honest man in America.

Then we can't take him to court.

Afraid not.

Unless you find he's hidden half a million dollars

in a safety-deposit box or something.

Well, he's got that much somewhere.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Ness.

I wish... I wish I could do more.

Well, good luck.

Thanks.

I'll need it.

( suspenseful theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: And now, back to The Untouchables.

Brandy, come here.

Jake.

Yeah, Uncle Jake?

Sit down.

Uh, listen,

we've been good to you, haven't we?

I mean, ever since Georgie died,

there's been nothing that we had that you haven't had, huh?

And I'm grateful. You know that.

Well, then if you're grateful, honey, why don't you show it?

Smile a while.

You got a beautiful smile there.

Jake, let her be.

And stop with the black dress.

You're young and pretty.

You got a wonderful life ahead of you.

Without Georgie, I don't know.

So he's gone. We can't bring him back.

That's one thing that even I can't do.

But you promised you'd find out who killed him.

And what if I did? What would you do, kill him?

What are you, another Frank Nitti or something?

Maybe.

Killing people is not easy.

You couldn't do it.

But you could have it done for me.

(laughs) Barbara, you mustn't

even think such a thing.

I can't help how I think.

All I know is

Georgie got killed when he tried to go straight,

and I want to find out why.

GUZIK: All right. I'll tell you why.

Because he turned patsy for the federal men.

That Eliot Ness and his high-and-mighty.

They killed him?

In a way. They pressured him. They badgered him.

They scared him until he turned against his very best friends.

They sort of hung a target on his back, the poor kid.

Eliot Ness.

Brandy, darling.

Forget that revenge business, huh?

I wish I could.

( suspenseful theme playing)

The books haven't worked.

We can't get them on tax evasion.

So we'll try something else.

Nitti started a dogfight.

Guzik poured cold water on it and calmed him down.

Now, we're gonna tie a tin can to Nitti's tail

and chase him from one end of Chicago to the other.

Tomorrow morning, we start closing up

every one of Nitti's handbooks,

crap parlors, stills,

and his new speakeasy on the South Side.

I don't want a nickel of illegal money

to wind up in Nitti's pocket.

What do you expect will happen?

I don't expect.

I hope Nitti will go busting into the Café Montmartre,

up the stairs and into Jake Guzik's teeth.

He's gonna be sore. He's gonna want to know why we're after him

and not Jake Guzik, not Phil D'Andrea

and not Fur Sammons.

And maybe,

just maybe, a dogfight will start.

Divide and conquer, huh?

Well, it worked for Julius Caesar.

It might work for us.

You'll get your individual assignments from Marty.

What do you got for me?

NARRATOR: And so one night in June,

phase two of Eliot Ness' campaign

against the potential heirs to Capone's empire began.

Each of Nitti's places,

carefully pinpointed in advance, were raided.

In each of the places,

the raids came as a big surprise.

The gamblers had expected the old order

of protection to prevail.

Instead they saw their money disappear

into the hands of law-enforcement officers.

And Nitti could do nothing about it.

The raiders struck deep into Nitti's criminal operation.

His houses of prostitution,

operating in quiet neighborhoods,

were suddenly thrown into a turmoil.

In other parts of the city, the action was just as direct,

just as devastating.

Each raid was a deliberate blow to Nitti's pocketbook

and standing in the hoodlum empire.

His own men, cooking alky in backrooms,

were caught in the act.

Their stills were smashed.

Their illegal whiskey destroyed or confiscated.

The final touch of indignity for Frank Nitti

was the raiding of his own speakeasy.

Nitti had been deeply, mortally struck,

and the Enforcer was angry,

angry enough to kill.

What are all these monkeys doing here?

You got a bad temper, Frank.

Nobody likes the way you call a meeting.

I got a good reason to have a bad temper, Jake.

Maybe. We can discuss that.

I told you once before, muscles and guns get nobody anyplace.

Now, you send them away,

and let's talk about it sensibly.

Now, let's sit down and talk it over.

Somebody's been fingerin' me.

I don't sit till I know who it is.

Nobody's fingerin' you, Frank. It's all in your head.

Don't get cute with me.

You'll pay with your guts when you get cute with me.

That Ness has really got you going, hasn't he?

And don't blame it on Ness.

Somebody's fingerin' me. I checked.

He didn't touch a spot in his territory

or his or yours.

No fooling.

Go ahead. Go ahead. Big tough guy.

Go on and do it. Blast.

Maybe we'll get rid of you once and for all.

Nitti the Enforcer. Nitti the Nut.

Go ahead, what's stopping you?

We got a dozen monkeys out there.

We picked them up for 50 bucks each, guns and all.

You shoot, they shoot, then all your problems are solved.

They'll give you a big funeral with roses and flags

and cars and everything.

A big wreath saying, "Rest in peace, Frank Nitti."

That's what your gun'll get you, a big funeral.

You know what I got? I got a pencil.

And with this pencil,

I can make a man rich or I can make a man poor.

I can put him on top,

I can send him to the jail for all his life.

With this pencil, I can cross you off

or I can write you in. You understand?

Now, that Ness, he knocked off your places to steam you up,

to get you up here with a gun to blast.

And what do you do? What does Frank Nitti do?

He comes running up here,

exactly the way Eliot Ness tells him to do.

You're working for him for nothing.

You might as well go to the federal house

and ask him for a salary check if you're gonna work for him.

Okay, okay. What about my places?

I got a plan!

What is it?! No, no, no.

I tell you nothing until you give up your guns.

We're sick and tired of you and your guns!

We're tired of seeing you carry it and wave it

and pick your teeth with it!

This is an association, not a gang.

Nobody strong-arms anybody anymore.

You want in? Forget about the guns.

Now, what's it gonna be?

In or out?

What you been eatin' lately, Jake?

You talk like a guy with a bulletproof stomach.

I been eatin' fish, brain food.

I been eatin' it for a long time.

Now, here's what the association is gonna do.

Ness knocked off your places.

All of us give you a share of our take

until you can open up again.

If anyone else's place is knocked off,

that man can get money from us until he can start again.

If Ness hits one of us, he hits all of us.

Now, does that satisfy you?

Yeah, that's okay.

(scoffs)

That's, uh, some pencil.

(all laughing)

( mellow theme playing)

Well...?

It's quiet as a graveyard.

Nitti's opened up a couple more places.

One horse parlor and a narcotics drop.

Nitti gets wiped out, nothing happens.

Now he's picking up the pieces and starting all over again.

Sammons is alive.

As of this morning he was.

Phil D'Andrea's around looking prosperous.

And Jake Guzik is still eatin' good.

It's a dud. We've drawn another blank.

Maybe it's the lull before the storm.

No. No, with what we know about Frank Nitti,

there should be a war going on in this town. There's no war.

Guzik's talked Nitti out of it, one way or another.

Guzik's really come up in the world.

If we pull Jake Guzik out of that operation,

they'd fall apart.

Yeah, but Guzik would be the toughest one of them to get.

If anyone knows where Capone's spread his money, it's Guzik.

Capone left nearly ten million from his operations hidden.

And it's my bet that he hasn't got it written down in his head,

but in a book, in black and white.

They don't call him the bookkeeper for nothing.

If only George Ritchie were alive. He could find it.

Yeah, too bad he was killed. Poor little guy.

Forty ice-pick holes in him

before they had the decency to shoot him.

Eliot, you can't blame yourself.

Trying to play policeman just to make himself look

a little bigger to his wife.

Some wife.

A stripper on State Street.

Eh. She's changed.

Who? Brandy LaFrance?

Yeah. She gave up burlesque. Went into a deep mourning.

She's just a widow now.

What do you mean mourning? He's been dead for over a year.

I know. The whole neighborhood's been talking about it.

She goes shopping with her mother, Norma Louise.

And that's about all the going out she does.

If Ritchie's death affected her that much,

maybe she'd be interested in finding out who killed him.

(sighs)

We haven't any other choice. The barrel's empty.

We gotta get ahold of Brandy LaFrance.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Three pounds per quarter!

Good morning, Mrs. Ritchie. I got fresh stuff today.

I know a fellow who knows your Georgie.

What do you mean? Pick up a few tomatoes

and don't talk straight to me.

I know a guy who says he knows who killed your husband.

Cicoria, potatoes, tomatoes! Over here!

Who is he?

I'll take you to him.

I'll park on Monroe Street tonight.

Black car on the corner, 8:30. Across from Little Joe's.

Barbara, we don't need any tomatoes.

Oh, I got tomatoes like you never saw, lady.

Look, look, what a cook, huh?

I never saw you here before.

I help my brother-in-law out once in a while.

My regular trade is driving a cab.

This is Berkowitz's stand.

I never knew Berkowitz had an Italian brother-in-law.

It happens in the best of families, lady.

Come on, Barbara.

Hey, potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Monroe Street, across from Little Joe's.

September 23rd, 1932.

On this evening,

the meeting which had been carefully arranged

for Barbara Ritchie took place.

(engine starts)

I'm glad you met me, Mrs. Ritchie.

We'll be there in a minute.

Where you taking me?

To the man who knows who killed your husband.

That's what you told me this afternoon. Where is he?

In the Federal Building.

Federal Building?

You're a cop, aren't you?

Not exactly. I'm with...

Listen, if you cops wanna talk to me so bad,

why don't you try something else?

You could always have me arrested

for double-parking or something.

Please understand, Mrs. Ritchie, we're only trying to help you.

Look, stop wasting my time.

I don't wanna have anything to do with cops.

Just stop the car and let me off right here.

Look, we're almost there. Mr. Ness is waiting for us.

Mr. Ness?

Eliot Ness?

Yes.

Keep goin'.

This is one cop I wanna meet.

I've wanted to meet him for some time.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Good evening, Mrs. Ritchie.

You're Ness, aren't you?

And this is Martin Flaherty.

We've met.

Yeah.

Won't you sit down?

I'll stand.

Cigarette?

He sells me tomatoes and you offer me cigarettes.

What are you after?

We need help.

From me?

From you.

We're trying to find the man responsible

for your husband's death.

I'm looking at him. It was you.

You pushed him too far.

If it wasn't for you, Georgie'd be alive today.

We had to get Capone.

So you spent Georgie like a nickel.

His life was part of the price.

One of our own men died with him.

A good man named Joe Fuselli.

And you got Capone.

And now we wanna get the rest of them.

Well, I'm not a nickel, Mr. Ness.

You don't spend me the way you did Georgie.

You must have loved him very much.

You bet your life, I did.

Quite a change, Mrs. Ritchie.

From a professional stripper to a professional widow.

Why you dirty, lousy cop!

All decked out in mourning clothes and self-pity,

spending the rest of your life putting flowers on a grave.

Listen, Georgie was the only thing I ever cared about.

Did he know that? No.

Thanks to you, he was killed

before I could tell him about it.

And now he's dead and you still can't tell him.

They don't send telegrams to the cemetery, do they?

You're using the wrong weapon, Barbara.

Try this. Exhibit A.

That's what they used on your husband.

And the men who did the job are still around.

(sobbing): What do you want from me?

You know as much about them as I do.

I want you to help me find them.

I can't. I don't know anything... We're looking for a book.

A record of the safety-deposit boxes that hold Capone's money.

I tell you, I don't know anything.

Your uncle is Capone's bookkeeper, Barbara.

He makes all the entries, keeps all the scores,

including the details of every killing.

Uncle Jake doesn't know anything about the...

He paid the killer. He's the bookkeeper.

He keeps books. We want that book.

I don't believe it.

Then help us find that book.

You'll have all the proof you need.

I know what you're thinking. It's dangerous.

They might kill you as slowly as they killed Ritchie.

We'll give you all the protection we can.

Why should I trust you?

Because there's nobody else you can trust.

( somber theme playing)

Hey, Jack.

Take over for me, will you?

Somebody just give me a hot tip on a horse

and I wanna phone a bet in, huh? Okay?

(bell dings)

Is, uh, Jake Guzik there?

( ominous theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Now, you won't forget me, will you, Mr. Guzik?

After all, a tip should be worth something, huh?

Yeah, it's worth something. I'll take care of you.

Give me Wabash 1098.

(rings)

Mr. D'Andrea's office.

I wanna speak to D'Andrea. This is Guzik calling.

It's Mr. Guzik.

Hello, Jake.

Phil.

I want you to meet me in front of my house, right away.

Something up?

I'm not sure.

But we're gonna find out.

( suspenseful theme playing)

NARRATOR: In a candy store opposite the Guzik home,

William Youngfellow stood by, ready to report

the first hint of trouble to Eliot Ness.

(snoring)

(phone rings)

Ness speaking.

Mr. Ness, this is Youngfellow.

Barbara just came home. Something's going on.

Guzik arrived just before she did

and is sitting in his car.

After she went in the house, Phil D'Andrea showed up.

Now he's sitting with Guzik in his car.

I don't like that.

Bill, stick close. I'm coming right over.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Barbara. You scared me.

What are you doing? I'm looking for something.

It's important.

You know how Jake feels about our staying out of his room.

What's... What's so important? I've gotta find a book.

It might have the name of the man who killed Georgie in it.

What's the matter with you? Jake is just a plain bookkeeper.

But books about murder he don't keep.

Oh, you've gotta help me.

I'll go out of my mind if I don't find out.

Mr. Ness says there's a book, it has all the records in it.

If you know where it is, you gotta help me,

you just got to.

Of course she knows.

Tell her, Norma dear.

My loving sister and my loving niece,

a real nice picture.

Jake, please, it isn't her fault.

Of course not. She collects books for a hobby.

Jake, you know how she's been since Georgie was killed.

Georgie, Georgie. You know something, ladies?

I got it up to here with that Georgie.

He was a crummy little stool-pigeon,

and he got just what was coming to him.

Do you hear me, Brandy?

He got just what was coming to him,

and that's what you're gonna get

if you keep playing around with that Eliot Ness.

You killed him.

You killed him.

I don't kill people.

That's the difference between the punks and important people.

The important ones give the orders,

and the punks do the killing.

You're a murderer.

I've been living in the same house

with a lousy, crummy murderer.

(screaming)

Get her out of here, Phil.

Take care of her slowly,

like I had you take care of her beloved Georgie.

Watch it, Jake!

( action theme playing)

Don't shoot. Don't shoot. I got no gun.

I-I'm wounded.

Look.

I'm... I'm bleeding.

I'm bleeding.

I-I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding, look.

NARRATOR: Norma Guzik,

upon learning the extent of her brother's involvement

and the importance of the book to the Untouchables,

cooperated fully in leading them to its hiding place.

A place Jake Guzik thought no one would ever suspect:

Ritchie's mausoleum.

( tense theme playing)

Carefully secreted behind George Ritchie's headstone

was Jake Guzik's complete record

of Capone's huge cash reserves,

safety-deposit box locations,

a description of the immense financial empire,

which Jake Guzik had hidden for Capone.

Is that what you wanted, Mr. Ness?

It's in code.

Code?

It's Polish backwards.

Everything in his whole life he did backwards.

Too many people have the same problem.

A quiet day. Sunlight.

Peace for Barbara Ritchie,

the bittersweet of revenge.

For Eliot Ness and the Untouchables,

the same quiet between one job and the next.

For Ness knew that even though Jake Guzik

was headed for federal prison,

other men in the shadow of Chicago,

more vicious and more subtle, were waiting

to take Al Capone's empty chair.

( dramatic theme playing)