Original subtitles

Hiya, Joe.

JOE: Hey, Mr. Lingle. What do you got that's going good today?

Roaming in the third at Lincoln Park.

Thanks, Mr. Lingle.

(crowd screaming)

WOMAN: Murderer! Stop that man! Murderer!

( dramatic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

Tonight's episode: "The Jake Lingle Killing."

Starring Robert Stack.

Costarring Charles McGraw.

And special guest star Jack Lord.

( suspenseful theme playing)

NARRATOR: Geographically, Chicago always had its North and South Side.

In the early 1930s,

these terms had a very special significance:

They referred to the territories of rival gangs.

The North Side was controlled by Barney Birch.

Everything south of Madison Street

belonged to the Viale brothers, Augie and Vito.

The line of demarcation was never clearly drawn,

and the territories overlapped and were often in dispute.

The result: gang war.

(gunshots)

Charlie!

( dramatic theme playing)

Tonight, two unidentified gunmen

held up the Club Chapeau on Granger Street.

Paragraph.

Seven patrons of the club were forced to face the wall

while the gunmen rifled the till of $2,000.

Right. Give me the city desk.

Before making their escape,

the holdup men emptied their guns into the bar.

There were no casualties.

Hello, Sam. This is Jake Lingle.

You want notes or dictation?

The proprietor was unable to furnish any description.

That's all.

Chicago's smoldering gang war erupted again tonight

on the Near North Side when two gunmen

invaded Barney Birch's territory and demolished

the Club Chapeau's liquor supply with gunfire.

The shooting was in retaliation for the hijacking two months ago

of a Viale brothers' warehouse.

The police are investigating.

Yeah, take it away.

Hey, Jake, where'd you get your story?

Same source, the desk sergeant.

That's funny. He didn't say anything to me

about Birch or the Viale brothers.

How could he?

The papers won't be on the streets for four hours yet.

That's just about the time that Augie Viale

will be sitting down to his breakfast.

He shouldn't read when he's eating.

It'll give him indigestion.

That's what I mean. Then what happens?

Maybe he'll cancel his subscription.

I don't make the news, I just write it.

You know, that guy could be wrong.

Some day, he'll make news.

Hiya, Joe.

JOE: Hey, Mr. Lingle. What do you got that's going good today?

Roaming in the third at Lincoln Park.

Thanks, Mr. Lingle.

(subway trains clattering)

(crowd screaming)

WOMAN: Murderer! Stop that man! Murderer!

( dramatic theme playing)

Stop that man! Murderer!

This man needs a doctor. Hurry, get a doctor.

He's been shot in the back.

(all chattering)

( dramatic theme playing)

NARRATOR: The city of Chicago turned out en masse

for the funeral of Jake Lingle.

It was the first time in our history that a newspaperman

had been killed by one of the mobs.

The public was furious.

(chattering)

Hiya, boys.

It's okay.

What'd you and the lieutenant talk about, Augie?

Boys, I gave the lieutenant a lead on that killing.

I said, "You shake down Barney Birch,

and you'll know who got Jake Lingle."

The Viale brothers want peace and quiet in Chicago.

Right, Vito? Right.

They had Birch and his boys in,

and they say it was a South Side job.

That Birch.

What do you expect him to say?

It's gotta be a guy off his rocker, like Barney Birch,

to knock off a member of the press.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Hey, Zuta, what's the White Sox score?

Oh, who cares.

What's the matter? You got a pain someplace?

Yeah, yeah.

Right way back here.

Yeah, that's the spot.

What?

That's where Jake Lingle hurts.

(gulps)

All this heat over Lingle.

"All this heat." There's always heat in this town.

They'll pull us all in, then they gotta let us all go.

That's what you're thinking, isn't it?

Yeah, sure. It'll cool off.

Unless somebody tries to grab that reward money.

It was stupid. North Side, South Side.

Whoever pushed Jake Lingle was stupid.

Well, I never said no different.

All right, all right. It was stupid.

Now, what was that White Sox score?

Yankees, 5 and the White Sox, 2.

Ah. Yeah.

Eliot Ness and a handful of dedicated men

known as the Untouchables, had been waiting for a break.

They got it in the murder of Jake Lingle.

Come in.

Hagen? Yeah.

My name's Ness.

Sit down.

This is Martin Flaherty.

Want a shot?

No.

It's good stuff. It's Canadian.

This isn't a social call, Hagen.

You got in touch with us. Make it worth our trouble.

The Jake Lingle killing.

That isn't a federal case.

Peddle your information to the district attorney.

Look, I'll let that go by once, Ness,

but you call me a stoolie again

you're gonna be in the market for some new bridgework.

My, he's sensitive, isn't he?

According to the records, you've done time in Leavenworth

for moving a stolen car across a state line.

So you've checked me. Okay, I've done time.

You ran liquor into St. Louis and Kansas City.

Before that, you ran a private detective agency.

Been snooping, huh?

Make your proposition.

I want the Lingle killer.

For personal reasons?

Yeah, very personal.

Twenty-five thousand dollars reward.

Oh, a bounty hunter.

You know, I have a feeling I'm gonna work up

a big dislike for junior, here.

That'll bother him.

What do you want from us?

Not us. You.

Something for something.

You want information on the booze operation in this town.

I can get that information.

When you raid, you shake down everybody you get

for information on the Lingle killer.

You can make that deal with the police.

Yeah, why don't you? You know what you'd get? Nothing.

Nothing.

The police in this town are on the take, up and down the line.

But you're not?

Oh, you self-righteous good guys.

You see things only one way, don't you?

You God-fearing, churchgoing, good guys. You make me sick.

You through beefing?

Yeah, all through. Take it or leave it.

Here's an unlisted number.

Call me when you've got something to talk about.

Better make sure you've got something to trade.

What's your angle on the killing?

Well, I'll tell you this much, little man.

Lingle didn't die for the principles

of a crusading free press.

Ask the district attorney to explain that to you.

Nice-looking family.

Another do-gooder.

She dumped me when I went to prison.

I keep it as a reminder.

Uh-huh.

Very tough. He's a crook.

We're not getting married to him, Marty.

Maybe we can trade the Lingle killing for a big grab.

What do you think he meant by that crack about Lingle?

I'll let you know as soon as we've talked to the DA.

To the public, Jake Lingle is a martyr.

A newspaperman who was killed while doing his duty.

We haven't had this kind of public indignation in ten years.

Why was he killed?

Well, the reasons are unimportant

if the crime forces the police department to clean house.

That's the only way these gangs will ever be smashed.

That puts us on the same side.

Eliot, I will use every means at my disposal

to break up gang rule in Chicago.

Even withholding the truth about Jake Lingle?

Yes, because his murder is the conscience of this city.

He's a rallying point, a slogan

to keep the temper of the people at fever pitch.

All right, that's what he is dead.

What about Jake Lingle alive?

Well, his newspaper paid him $64 a week.

Last year, his income was $50,000.

That answer your question?

Maybe he was lucky with the horses.

He was a broker between the mobs and the police department.

They bought protection from Jake Lingle.

But he got ambitious.

His favors went to the highest bidder.

That left the other side out in the cold,

so they rubbed him out.

Who'd he double-cross? Birch or Viale?

Well, if I knew that, Eliot, I'd be halfway to a conviction.

But I've got to find out before the public image of Jake Lingle

gets all muddied up. When that happens,

there'll be no indignation, no outcry.

Just the same, old apathy.

Maybe I can help.

I'll take your help.

I don't care where it comes from.

That's good.

I'm not sure you'd like the source.

( dramatic theme playing)

Shooter's coming out, wants eight.

Eight. That's a winner. That's a winner.

Let it ride.

What'd you say his name was?

Bill Hagen. He wants to talk.

Well, talk to him.

You, he says.

"Barney Birch only."

All right. Bring him in.

I don't know.

You don't swing, you don't hit anything.

Well, yeah, I know, Barney, but...

Ah. There he is.

I'm Birch.

Got any references?

Yeah, I worked with Lazia in Kansas City.

Hm. I'll check it. What do you want?

Well, I got a trucker. He's up against it.

He'll give me a good rate.

I got contacts in Kansas City and St. Louis.

The idea is to service the small towns within,

oh, 200 miles.

That sounds pretty good, but it's not for me.

I got the North Side.

I service summer places, resorts, right into Wisconsin.

No. St. Louis, Kansas City, that's pretty far for me.

I know 50 places we could stash it along the river.

No fed would ever find it.

Not right now, Hagen.

About the Lingle case...

Hey, what do you know about the Lingle case?

HAGEN: Take it easy, Aiello.

I know about those two .38s.

You know a lot, don't you?

Yeah, you're famous.

I was about to say that the, uh, grapevine in Kansas City

says that somebody's gonna pay for the Lingle job.

It was stupid, whoever pulled it.

What else it say?

The pressure's on, boys.

The cops are raiding now, they have to.

Chicago wants that killer.

Ness and his boys are hitting harder too.

Maybe it's time to move, huh?

Nobody from the North Side pushed Lingle.

Maybe you should take your deal over to the Viale brothers, huh?

Okay. I'm gonna do business someplace.

Don't say I didn't give you first chance, huh?

BIRCH: Hagen.

Come back and sit down.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(door closes)

(sighs)

(phone rings)

Ness.

HAGEN: Hello, Ness? Hagen.

Hagen.

Okay, start talking.

Here's the first one. A farmhouse, Route 45.

Nine miles past the city limits.

Has a "for rent" sign on it.

Thomas Lownes' name is on the mailbox.

Think you can find it?

If it's worth the trouble.

Birch has a big still there.

We'll find it.

Ness, I need some cover.

You got another source for this tip?

We got one of Birch's gang on a previous raid.

Larry something... Rellas.

Larry Rellas.

He died in federal prison of acute drug addiction.

We'll break it in the papers he talked.

Will that cover you?

It'll do.

Now see if somebody at that farmhouse

will talk about Jake Lingle, huh?

That's the deal.

How good's your information?

(chuckles)

It came from Barney Birch himself.

( dramatic theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Five-to-1, we'll get a broken-down cooker

that Birch doesn't want anyway.

Then we'll sell it to a junk dealer.

You know, you're putting a lot of faith into this guy Hagen.

Let's see how much it's worth.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

One at a time.

Hold it.

What's the story on Jake Lingle?

I heard he came up dead.

Who hit him?

I was out of town. Ask somebody else.

Next one.

Next one. Get in there.

Who hit Lingle?

Nobody's sticking me.

Harry Janke.

Didn't we put you away in Cleveland last year?

Yeah, hear it was a guy from Cleveland who pushed him.

You're fishing.

I gotta give somebody. This town's hot.

Did you see that funeral for Lingle? Five miles long.

The grand jury's turning out indictments like paper money.

Won't get off our backs till we give them somebody.

You can't frame me.

I didn't know it was coming off till I read it.

You're stuck, Harry.

Paddy O'Day. That's the name I heard.

He didn't do it, but he came up with a gun

that couldn't be traced.

(raises voice): If you want information,

why don't you go to the public library.

Take him away.

( dramatic theme playing)

I hear you hit it big at the farmhouse, huh?

Birch hardly felt it.

What do you want for nothing? This is a two-way deal.

The name Paddy O'Day mean anything to you?

Mm-mm. Should it?

He supplied the gun that killed Lingle.

That's no good to me. I never heard of O'Day.

He used to drive a truck for Birch.

So the order came from the North Side, huh?

Okay, I'll take it from there.

Wait a minute.

You dissolving the partnership?

What do you want, alimony?

I gave you the farmhouse,

you gave me O'Day. We're even, huh?

Put something on account.

You never know when you might need it.

I've still got your number.

( dramatic theme playing)

(engine starts)

(upbeat jazz music playing)

(groans)

To the left.

Say, where'd you find them?

Couple of bored housewives out of Lake Bluff.

Oh, can they cook too?

(laughs)

Not for me.

(snaps)

Coq au vin for four, huh? Okay?

Sure. What is it?

Chicken and wine. You'll like it.

It's a French dish.

Oh, you went to Paris, huh?

Yeah, after the war.

Yeah, I gotta get to Paris one of these days myself.

You thinking of making a move?

Well, the heat's been on in this town ever since Lingle.

Ness on one side, the Viale brothers on the other.

Even the cops are going honest.

I told you once where we could go.

Yeah, I know. St. Louis, K.C.

We could make it big there, Barney.

That's the way it was once.

I used to run the stuff in from Canada.

Trucks all the way. No water to cross.

Oh, they were the days. The big money was in the air.

Then the feds grabbed me.

I was fighting bum raps with whiskey money

till there was nothing left.

I wanna make it again, Barney, big.

Let's try it out of St. Louis, huh?

You know something? I like that tie.

I gotta get me one of those one of these days.

What about it, huh?

You know, I bet that tie costs plenty.

Everything costs plenty.

You need capital to operate, even in St. Louis or K.C.

If I had it, I'd try it myself...

I can't leave nothing behind.

Aiello and Zuta, they'd be fighting before I left town.

So the winner gets the bone.

You care whose funeral you go to?

Aiello don't work that way.

He'd turn Zuta over to the cops.

There's a lot of dog in Zuta.

He'd spill his guts.

About Jake Lingle?

Who said anything about Jake Lingle?

The first time I walked into your office

you said the Lingle killing was stupid.

Zuta hasn't got the brains to come in out of the rain.

That was a really big jump, mister.

Well, I hear the cops are looking for Paddy O'Day.

He's a friend of Zuta's, isn't he?

Now you listen to me.

That Lingle killing was a lousy contract.

Only the Viale brothers would be stupid enough to try it.

Lingle was on the take from both sides.

The raids were going one way.

The Viales hadn't been hit in a couple of months.

You figure it out.

I sure like that tie.

Here, you want it? No, no.

Now wait a minute, later.

Hagen, you're pretty smart.

With my capital and your brains

we could do ourselves pretty good in Kansas City.

Hm?

Quiet, here's the dames.

You don't look a day older.

How about a round of drinks, huh? What would you like?

MAN 1: Come on, baby. Three and three coming up.

Hurry, three up and stop.

MAN 2: You don't say. MAN 1: I got a space.

Coming out. Forty-two, one time.

Where's Barney?

Him and Hagen got themselves a couple of dames.

That Hagen.

We ain't had nothing but trouble since he came in.

He came recommended. What's your beef?

The way the feds have been knocking us over

since he came in.

There's a connection, I tell you.

One way to find out. Tail him.

He's too smart to go near anyone.

A phone call is all it takes. Now...

Here they come.

Keep him busy. Hey.

There's a couple of guys

I'd like to ask you about from St. Louis.

Sure.

You ever run into Frank Cotter?

With the Egan boys? Sure.

Hey, what happened to him?

Moved over to Denver.

Yeah? How about Rinaldi?

Where you been, Jacky boy?

Rinaldi took a federal rap.

Twenty years to life in Alcatraz.

Any more questions?

I think you're wrong.

Okay. Check him out, that's all I'm saying.

Plant a phony lead on him. If the feds show up, we'll know.

Is this your idea or Zuta's?

Jack feels like I do.

You two oughta get married.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(phone rings)

Go ahead.

Ness?

Here's something for the bank.

Birch has a cooker at 4221 North Columbus Drive.

Help yourself.

Need any cover on this one?

No, Birch and I are wearing each other's ties.

All right, Hagen, but don't get careless.

What's the matter, Ness, you getting sentimental?

If I didn't know we could trust him

I'd say he was real thick with Birch now.

Marty, every still we knock over is money out of his pocket.

Unless he's working up to something big.

When the time comes, he'll double-cross us.

Well, let's see if this is the time.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Go read a confession magazine, will you?

I gotta watch.

What's the matter? Don't you like the view in here?

I can see this view anytime.

Not every day you see a cop with a silly look on his face.

Oh, come on, sweetie.

Beat it.

(sighs)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(snapping)

(sighs)

( tense theme playing)

Let me talk to Ness.

Never mind who it is, let me talk to Ness.

You've gotta reach him, it's important.

Don't you guys ever knock? Suppose I had company?

Go ahead, finish your call.

Classy.

He lives good, don't he?

Who you calling?

Uh, that dame from Lake Bluff.

Oh, you change your mind about her cooking for you?

Not her cooking I'm thinking about.

No answer anyway.

Say, speaking of cooking,

we could do with something to eat, couldn't we?

I'll have something sent up.

Get a couple sandwiches, huh?

Two pots of black coffee.

( tense theme playing)

The neighborhood's not right.

It's too residential.

That's the best kind of a neighborhood

for an alky operation.

Eliot, we're ready to move whenever you say.

How's it feel to you, Marty?

Hagen's been right before five times.

You gotta go with a winner.

I don't know why, I've got a chill.

There's no smell, that's what's wrong.

There's no smell.

I've been smelling something ever since we met Hagen.

It could be a trap.

For us or for Hagen?

We're gonna pass.

Call them back. We're not going in.

Yes, sir.

( tense theme playing)

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Jack. Nothing but nothing.

It's been six hours.

If the feds knew, they'd have hit before now.

Forget it.

Oh, you're running along, Jack?

Yeah, I guess so.

(door closes)

That's Zuta.

If I decide to leave, he's gotta go too.

No, they're not the same place.

( dramatic theme playing)

I figured you'd come here before running.

Emptied the safe, huh?

Barney, no.

You made two wrong moves:

First Jake Lingle, and then Hagen.

I got one more strike.

Not in this ball game you don't got one more strike.

Barney.

I'm doing the talking.

Any guy that makes two wrong moves is a bad guy.

Any guy with dog in him,

he's very dangerous to everybody.

Barney, y-you're the one that said take care of Lingle.

He was double-crossing us.

I didn't say "push him."

What then?

Scare him, that's what I meant.

But you and me, we're old friends.

Ever since Capone left, you and me, huh?

All right, I made a mistake, Barney.

Anybody traces it, comes right back to me.

You're in the clear, all the way.

There's two grand, now get out.

I don't care where you go, just go far.

Anything you say, Barn.

Good morning, Mr. Birch.

Hello, let me talk to Viale.

I don't care. Vito, Augie, don't make any difference.

Say, "It's Barney Birch."

It's gonna be hot today.

Hello, Augie?

Augie, look.

I think you and me got something maybe we can talk over.

Yeah, well, any place you say.

Your place on Archer? That's fine.

Yeah. Right.

No wind off the lake. What?

That's why it's hot, there's no wind off the lake.

( dramatic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: And now back to The Untouchables.

It was a sucker play from the start.

I sensed it, but it was too late to head you off.

We must have been tuned in on the same wavelength.

Finished Zuta. He's on the lam.

If you get to him before Birch,

he'll bust open like a rotten egg.

Are you giving me that?

That's right.

What's in it for you?

Zuta ordered the Lingle killing.

Squeeze him for the name.

And stop dragging your feet, huh?

That's all I wanted to know.

What's the matter, the pressure getting you?

Yeah, the pressure's getting me.

The Lingle pressure's dropping off.

Everybody knows Lingle was on the take.

All those public-spirited citizens

are looking for a way to call off the reward.

Move on it, Ness, huh? I want the money.

( dramatic theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Hello, boys.

Welcome to the South Side.

Thanks, Augie. Buy the boys a drink.

Uh-uh. Your money's no-good here.

Well, a visiting fireman always buys a round.

You're a guest, Barney. Ah.

All right, I'll play you for it. Your deck.

What'll it be?

Blackjack?

Black...

Dullard, Croker, Aiello. Go get yourself a drink.

Anselmi, Scalise, outside.

You know, one Viale brother is enough for me.

Okay. Me and Barney.

Hit me.

What do I owe you?

Oh, I tell you, Augie, let's make this real cheap.

Let's call it, say, a dime and Anselmi.

What do you want with him?

2122 North Clark Street, Augie.

I got hurt there real bad.

Saint Valentine's Day?

You know how it is, Augie.

You get sentimental over your boys.

Anselmi was out in the country.

(laughs)

Okay, you got Anselmi.

Your deal.

I stick.

You win your dime back.

A dime and Aiello.

Oh, that's my good arm.

Joe's a troublemaker.

That's Sicilian trouble between me and him.

You can get yourself another arm.

A dime and Aiello.

Hit me.

Hit me.

A dime and Scalise.

Not Scalise.

Don't tell me he was in the country.

He was in that garage.

Okay, you got him.

Your deal.

Hit me.

Hit me.

Busted.

Say, Augie, why don't we play for something

a little more expensive. Say about 30 cents' worth?

And you'll throw in Jack Zuta? You do your own dirty work.

Look, he hit Lingle, and Lingle was your boy.

What's the matter, Augie, haven't you got any loyalty?

Yeah. You got something there.

But maybe I bust again.

Well, you're dealing with your deck of cards.

Okay. I win.

Now maybe we get a little peace and quiet.

Hm.

Oh, by the way, Zuta's out of town.

We'll find him. Remember,

Anselmi wears a steel vest.

Yeah, I know. Barney?

What? You're forgetting something.

What's that?

Thirty cents you owe me.

Oh.

Thirty cents.

Augie,

come on up the North Side sometime, huh?

( dramatic theme playing)

(upbeat jazz music playing)

Where you from?

Aurora.

Got a business there?

Oh, I'm a salesman. You know, I travel a lot.

What do you sell?

The best, honey, only the best.

(crowd screaming)

( dramatic theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Yeah? HAGEN: Hagen.

Oh, come in.

Uh, sit down. I'm ready to talk about that move.

I don't blame you. This town gets hotter every day.

Too bad about Aiello, huh?

Aiello, yeah. He was like an arm to me.

And Zuta. He got it too, up in Wisconsin.

Well, you don't have to worry about

the Lingle killing anymore.

Oh, I never lost any sleep over it.

Maybe Zuta had it done, maybe he didn't. I don't know.

One thing for sure, he isn't gonna do any talking about it.

Look, I wanna ask you.

You ever been over this route before?

This one right here.

Yeah, but never through Chicago. Always farther south. Why?

I got 5,000 cases coming in from Canada.

Yeah? Yeah.

Laid out every bit of cash I could get my hands on,

225 G's.

Now look, the way we cut this stuff is three ways.

One third Canadian, one third 90 proof,

one third water.

That load will be worth 700,000 easy.

Seven hundred and fifty thousand.

We need merchandise

if we're gonna service K.C. and St. Lou.

Now what we gotta figure out right now is a route

where we don't lose all the profit in payoffs.

I'll work out a route after I know what my bite is.

Are you worrying?

I'd like to know.

Twenty-five G's a month.

Twenty-five G's a month?

Well, you know where you can do better?

No, not even as good.

Look, we used to bring it down through here.

Gotcha.

Down to Kankakee.

Kankakee, lovely town.

Hagen.

I got something you might use.

No. No, not there.

No, make it Lincoln Park in one hour.

Right.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Who knows anything. The whole setup's changed.

Anselmi, Scalise, Aiello, and Zuta are all dead.

Only Zuta left something behind, and it's all ancient history.

But maybe Hagen can use it.

Yeah, he'll use it

and drop us like a hot potato.

Then we'll know, won't we.

(boys shouting)

Tough luck, son.

Gee whiz, I can't get my curve to break right.

Let's see it.

Put your fingers on the stitching.

Maybe you're not snapping it enough, huh?

Thanks, mister.

(boys chattering)

I've got something for you, and I want something.

What have you got?

First, what I want.

Okay, what?

Our contact in Canada says a Chicago buyer

ordered 5,000 cases.

Probably Viale.

I think it's Birch.

So?

I wanna know when and where it's coming.

Is that all you want?

An even trade. We've got all of Zuta's records.

A very careful man.

He's got receipts for everything he paid out.

He made the contract for the Lingle job.

I don't have any pipeline to the Viales.

It's the North Side, Birch.

You either know that or you can find it out.

My guess is you already know it.

You guess what you want.

That file isn't worth anything.

I could spend a year of my life running down every name in it.

I haven't got that long.

You knew a lot about Birch and his operation

before you came here, and now you know a lot more.

I'll give you a week at the outside.

There's $25,000 in that box.

Just give me Birch's route.

I don't know it. The route for the file.

I don't know it. You don't want it, you mean.

Twenty-five G's is nothing compared to the cut you got now.

Think what you want.

If you don't come through now,

you're no better or different

than that crowd of bums you're with.

What is it with you, Ness?

What does the government give for getting yourself killed?

A monument?

"Eliot Ness died in the name of the Volstead Act."

What's the Volstead Act, the Emancipation Proclamation?

It's the law. Yeah, well you enforce it.

Cut me out.

BOY: Hey, mister, I found it.

Nice going, son.

You still got that picture of your son on the dresser?

Stay out of my life.

Maybe his mother knew what she was doing

when she dumped you.

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Eliot, don't beat yourself.

Better men than Hagen have gone sour for big money.

Yeah, I twisted a knife in him.

His wife and son, that's not enough.

Birch is offering him more: money.

And he's human.

That's what I'm counting on.

The shipment starts here. It won't go through Detroit.

The Purple Gang's toll charge would be too stiff.

But how it's coming or where it'll land, we can only guess.

They'll never make it across the lake.

The Coast Guard would spot that big a load.

Yeah, but it's a big lake.

We can't assume it won't get through.

(phone rings) It's gonna take a lot of trucks

to haul 5,000 cases.

That's only good if we have some idea

of where it's gonna land.

Well, let's just hope that the Coast Guard gets lucky.

Thanks, Hagen.

The shipment starts at Tobermory.

Lands at Lake Bluff.

That call cost him $300,000.

I'm a great judge of character.

Nobody knows the route or the time except Birch and me.

That'll put Birch's torpedoes right on my back.

Well, I can't give you any cover this time.

I know.

I've gotta get Lingle's killer before you hit that convoy.

How long will it take you?

To go through this junk?

Maybe a month.

I'll give you from now till 1:30 tomorrow morning.

Thanks.

Suppose you call the office sometime before that, say 1 a.m.

I can't cut it any closer.

And if I don't get my man before then, what?

You gonna let that convoy go through?

No.

What's the point of my phoning?

Just make the call.

To say goodbye? Goodbye. I'll say it now.

Say it tomorrow. I wanna know you're alive.

What are you, my brother?

Not quite.

Eh. What's it gonna cost me, a nickel?

Okay, I'll call.

( suspenseful theme playing)

NARRATOR: The Coast Guard permitted the shipload of liquor

from Canada to cross the lake untouched.

Eliot Ness, however, was after a bigger prize:

The men who made it move.

But while this was going on,

the man who set it up, Bill Hagen,

was gambling his life for $25,000.

The landing went off okay.

Trucks will be on the road in an hour.

I'll join them in Libertyville. There's just one job

I've gotta finish before I leave town.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

The mess that Zuta left behind.

Who'd have figured all that heat over Lingle?

Well, just goes to show you never know beforehand.

I always figured Zuta handled that job personally.

Yeah, it was Leo Brothers.

He's holed up at the Riviera Hotel.

He's too hot to move. I can't leave anything behind.

You want I should do something about it?

No.

No, I wanna see that this job is done right.

( dramatic theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Who is it?

Hey, Barney, I gotta get out of here.

You'll get out of here.

Who are you?

Where's your phone?

Where's your phone?

It's in the hall.

(knocking on door)

Leo?

Leo, this is your old pal, Barney.

I wanna talk to you for a few minutes.

( tense theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Leo, I know you're in there, pal.

Hagen hasn't called in.

It's 1:10 now.

Well... We're moving.

( tense theme playing)

(engines start)

That's a bagful, Mr. Ness.

Very nice operation and you didn't lose a man.

I'm afraid you're wrong. Wrong?

Well, I know how many men...

You'll be wanting to get back to Chicago.

Yeah, to the office.

I'll drive you.

( dramatic theme playing)

How long you been here?

Since the janitor opened the joint.

What do you got there?

Coffee.

Give me a slug, will you?

Mm.

We wrapped up the whole convoy.

That's too bad.

That load would have been worth 750,000.

Did you make any money last night?

A lousy 25 G's.

About that phone call, I had a little trouble.

Yeah.

The phone was out in the hall, so was Birch. He, uh...

He interfered. He wanted Brothers.

I disappointed him.

It's good coffee, huh?

(clears throat)

Birch's?

No, it's mine.

Desk sergeant has Birch's.

Where you bound for?

Oh, California, I guess.

That's good baseball country.

Say hello to the boy for me.

You're nobody he ever heard of.

In fact, you're nobody anybody will ever hear of

till they put up that monument for you.

"Eliot Ness:

For Valor Above and Beyond the Call of Duty." Heh-heh.

So long, sucker.

( dramatic theme playing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

A strange guy.

Yeah, you never know.

Lingle was a guy who looked good on the outside

but the center was rotten.

Hagen was a guy who looked bad on the outside,

but who knows what goes on inside?

(gun clicks)

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.