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Tom's in there all right. Let's get ready to move

MAN: Lights!

Hold your fire.

ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.

A Desilu Production.

Tonight's episode,

"The George 'Bugs' Moran Story."

Starring Robert Stack.

Co-starring Lloyd Nolan...

and Jack Warden.

NARRATOR: In the winter of 1932 in Chicago, Illinois,

an unusual crime was committed.

A crime which echoed down the years to the present day.

The crime was kidnapping.

The kidnapper was one of Chicago's

most vicious mobsters.

In the winter of 1932, with Al Capone

still fighting the sentence passed against him

by a federal court,

Eliot Ness and The Untouchables turned their attention

to the number two man on the government's most wanted list.

A mobster important in the Chicago underworld.

George "Bugs" Moran.

He's vicious and rotten.

He handles 30 to 50 hoods as vicious and rotten as he is.

He's the smartest of the big boys and the best organized.

With Capone out of the way, he's going to spread out

looking for something to latch on to.

But I'm gonna nail Moran first.

I want to nail him right to the wall.

There he is, our pigeon, George "Bugs" Moran.

I want you to remember his name and his face.

I won't be able to help you on this one. You're on your own.

I've got to be in Washington. The brass wants me

to give Congress the whole story on the Capone operation.

Marty will take over while I'm gone.

Take it from here, will you, Marty?

Right.

This is Joe Carroll, one of Moran's top men.

Eight arrests in the past 20 years.

Two for assault and battery, two for kidnapping,

one for manslaughter, two for bootlegging,

and one for extortion.

He's smooth-talking, smart and devoted to Moran.

George "Blackie" Anderson, another one of Moran's boys.

He's been suspected of something like 20 murders.

He wears a gun with him all the time and I mean all the time.

He's cold blooded and sadistic

and thinks no more of killing a man

than you or I would of putting out a cigarette.

And just to remind you, George "Bugs" Moran.

You'll be seeing a lot of him from now on,

because I want a tail on him seven days a week,

around the clock. Enrico, you take the day trick.

Right, Marty.

MARTY: Bill, you take the night tail.

For how long?

Until we get him.

You had no trouble, I hope.

Nothing.

You didn't have to hurt the boy, did you?

I didn't lay a hand on him.

The kid says his old man has no money.

That's right. His father has no money.

So, what did we snatch him for?

Just because his father has no money

doesn't mean that he can't get us some.

How much?

How would, uh, a couple a million this year suit you?

Million?

This year, I said. A couple.

Maybe five million next year.

Maybe ten the next, and on and on.

The take getting bigger and bigger and bigger

as long as we're willing to take it.

From that little punk in there?

From that little freckled-faced kid in there. Yes.

His father used to drive a truck. He doesn't anymore.

What does he do now? Guard the U.S. mint?

No. Something much better than that.

Go on, bring the boy in.

I don't get it, Bugs.

You will, very soon.

Well, well. So this is Larry Halloran, huh?

Larry,

would you like to talk to your father and mother?

I'm not going to ask them for money.

No, of course not. Neither will I.

Joseph, call State 1097.

That's my telephone number.

Yes, I know it is, Larry.

Can you read that?

Sure, it's easy.

Now, when you talk to your mother or to your father,

I want you to read just that.

And say nothing else, do you understand?

Yes, sir. That's a good lad.

It's ringing, boss.

Hello.

Is this the Lawrence Halloran residence?

Yes, it is.

Is it about Larry?

Just a minute, honey.

Who is this?

Moran.

Bugs Moran?

I don't know you.

Well, yes, I've heard of you... What?

They've got Larry.

How do I know you have my boy?

"This is me, Larry. I am all right and I am not hurt.

"I want to go home.

"Please a... Arrange.

"Arrange it for me.

I love you."

That's fine, Larry. Get down.

It's Larry all right, he sounds okay.

Larry, are you sure you're all right?

Yes, he's perfectly all right, Mr. Halloran.

What do you want?

Where?

The Union Hall? All right, I'll be there in ten minutes.

I'll wait for you.

Moran... don't hurt my boy.

Don't hurt my boy, please.

What do they want?

I don't know.

Well, whatever it is, give it to them, Larry. I want him back.

We'll get him back. Don't you worry, we'll get him back.

NARRATOR: On the evening of March 2, 1932,

a 24-hour shadowing of Moran and his henchmen

rewarded the Untouchables.

Their first hint of the direction

in which Bugs Moran was turning.

For Martin Flaherty, the stop which Moran made

that evening was puzzling.

The Untouchables had a fairly complete list of all the fronts

through which Moran and his mob operated.

The United Trucker's Union,

a small labor union was something new.

United Trucker's Union.

Have we got anything on that?

Not that I know of.

Mr. Halloran?

Where's my son?

One thing at a time. Sit down, won't you?

I'm George Moran.

This is my associate, Mr. Joseph Carroll.

Now, Mr. Halloran,

I have a business proposition to put to you.

Get to the point, I want my son.

Of course you do. And he's a bright little boy.

All right, what do you want?

I want to be vice-president of your little union,

and I want Mr. Joseph Carroll to be Executive Secretary.

What?

And when you agree

that the both of us are to be elected

to those respective offices,

then you may have your bright and small little son

back at home to love and to cherish.

You mean you want control of the union?

Yes.

What do you want with a truckers' union?

We don't have more than 85 bucks in the treasury.

Oh, I know that. Sit down, please.

Now, what if I was to tell you that the moment I was elected,

I could bring in 40 to 50 new members

and that every week thereafter

I could guarantee that this membership

would increase by another 50 to 100 new members.

Building up a union with a gun and a blackjack

isn't my way of building a union.

Now, Mr. Halloran, we both want the same thing.

You want a big, flourishing, growing membership, so do I.

You want to unionize the trucking firms, well, so do I.

Now, you take the Patterson trucking firm, for instance.

You've been having trouble with old man Patterson, haven't you?

So? I can guarantee

that Joe Patterson will sign a contract with our union

one week after we start organizing this place.

You mean one week after your hoods work this place over.

The ends justify the means.

Mr. Halloran, I'm not here to persuade you,

I'm here to tell you.

Now, you will call a union membership meeting,

You will nominate us to those respective offices

and then you will sit back and keep your mouth shut.

Is that agreed?

What about my son?

I'll return him as soon as I have your word.

You have my word.

Very well. Your son will be home with you tonight.

Oh, and after that, just in case you change your mind,

you have a very pretty wife, haven't you?

And you'd like her to stay that way, wouldn't you?

I mean, have you ever seen a woman

after someone has pitched a cup of acid in her face?

No, Joseph, no.

Mr. Halloran was only reacting emotionally.

I'm sure that when he thinks it over clearly and carefully,

he'll come around to our way of thinking.

Good night, Mr. Halloran.

You stick with them.

I'm going to look over this place.

Right.

All right, I'll be right home.

I was talking to my wife. Tell Moran that I...

You knew that was "Bugs" Moran and Joe Carroll

who were in here.

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

There was no one here only me.

And I'm on my way home.

You don't look like a hood. What's your name?

Halloran. Lawrence Halloran.

That's your name on the sign?

That's right. I'm president of this union.

Okay, can I go now?

Mind telling me what you were talking to Moran about?

Yes, I do. It's none of your business.

Moran is my business 24 hours a day.

Well, that's your business.

Hey, Halloran,

Moran isn't good company for an honest man.

If you ever need any help, you can reach me here.

The name, when you call, is Flaherty. Okay?

Okay.

Are you sure he'll return Larry?

Moran said he'd have him here sometime tonight.

But when? Where is he?

If he said he'd be here, where is...

Now, you take it easy, huh?

Come on inside. It's cold out here.

Larry, I'm scared. I'm scared.

BOY: Hi.

Larry.

Are you all right, son?

I came in the back door.

Are you sure you're all right?

Sure, Mom. I'm fine.

Oh, thank God. Thank God.

You're absolutely sure they didn't hurt you?

No, not a bit, Mom.

Well, you... You get those clothes off,

and I'm going to give you a nice hot bath.

Gee, Mom, what for?

It wasn't my fault.

You get in here and take those filthy clothes off.

Larry?

Were you scared, son?

At first I was, and then I wasn't.

I figured if they were gonna bump me off,

they'd do it right away.

But they didn't. They just talked and talked.

What'd they talk about?

Oh, just talking.

Dad? Yeah?

Are you gonna find them and bust their heads?

When I find them.

I can take you right to them. I know where they are.

I watched.

You'd better get into that bath now.

And just drop those clothes into the hamper.

What did they want from you?

The union on a silver platter.

That's what I had to promise them before I get Larry back.

Don't be a hero.

If they're gangsters, the men in the union will get together.

They'll kick them out.

Not if I say they're okay.

They'll vote them in. Once they're in,

we'll never get them out.

Don't try to do this by yourself.

Don't be a hero, Larry.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to take a guy up on an offer.

Hi, Halloran. Come on in.

What's on your mind?

I want you to get those hoods off my back.

Sit down.

I can't.

You can't?

I thought you guys were the Untouchables.

What's the matter? Has Moran gotten to you too?

I'm a Federal Officer.

Kidnapping isn't a Federal offense.

Even if I caught Moran with your son, I couldn't arrest him.

Well, what can you do?

I can get Moran, but I need help. I need your help.

Look, we couldn't get Capone for prostitution,

for blackmail, for murder, for bootlegging,

but we got him, though. For something he never thought of,

income tax evasion.

And he'll rot there just as sure as if

we'd nailed him for murder.

Supposing Moran pays his income tax?

Then we'll get him for something else.

Thanks for your help.

Here, help someone else.

Halloran.

Look, I don't know how and when, but we'll get Moran.

We're following him 24 hours a day.

I promise you we'll get him.

Yeah.

You're a great one for following people.

Halloran.

Operator, I want to put through a person-to-person call

to Mr. Eliot Ness at the Hotel Wilton in Washington, D.C.

This is Martin Flaherty calling.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Yes, this is he speaking.

Right.

Hello, Marty?

Moran's moving in on a union down here.

A small trucker's union.

He's kidnapped the 9-year-old son of the union president,

a guy named Halloran.

They've returned the kid but I wanna

nail Moran now so hard I could kill to get to him.

Easy, take it easy, Marty.

I had the same feeling about Capone and we got him.

Stick with Moran.

He's bound to step over the line somewhere.

Look, I've got an idea I want to ask you about.

Trucks haul between states.

Do you think we might nab Moran on some violation

of Interstate Commerce?

Maybe.

If you're gonna use that, you've gotta

let him take over the union.

You help Halloran now, Moran will slide

right out from under you.

I don't follow you, Eliot. How?

Moran is smart enough to avoid Federal prosecution.

If you begin to show an interest in Moran's

moving in on the union,

it won't be long before he comes up

with the same thing you just did,

violation of Interstate Commerce.

Once he knows that, he'll slide out of Halloran's union,

pick on one that tends to local business,

you'll never touch him.

I gotta let him get into Halloran's union

and start pushing employers around.

That's right.

You just follow him until he puts the arm

on some interstate hauler.

Once he does that...

I'll come down on him like a ton of bricks.

Eliot, as someone just said to me,

"you're a great one for following people."

ANNOUNCER: And now back to The Untouchables.

Yes, may I help you?

I'd like to see Mr. Patterson. Mr. Joseph Patterson.

My name is Halloran. Lawrence Halloran.

I'm president of the United Truckers' Union.

Take it easy, fella.

I will see Patterson if I have to wreck this place

and walk over your skull to do it.

You make another move and I'll see

that you never use that hand again.

The bum got by me, Mr. Patterson.

I'll take care of him.

I didn't come here to fight, Mr. Patterson.

I came here for a talk.

You've talked enough.

Let him talk. Get out.

Well, what is it?

I came to tell you that Moran and his gang

are trying to take over my union.

Moran, eh? Birds of a feather...

We're not gangsters, Patterson, you know that.

I came to you six months ago to negotiate a union contract.

Negotiate?

Did you hear the fine word he's using for blackmail, Tom?

Negotiate.

If we're gonna fight, we're not gonna get anywhere.

You bet you won't get anywhere.

You got into my office and that's further

than I thought you'd ever get.

Dad, maybe we should listen.

Moran and his gang are trying to take over my union.

They're gonna fill it up with hoods and gangsters.

There's only one way I can stop them.

So you'd really like to stop them, would you?

Yes, I would.

I've got an honest union, you know that.

But I won't have after the membership meeting tonight.

You ought to know. You've got thugs

in your business right now. Partners.

No partners of mine.

You're not gonna tell me that guy isn't

on your payroll about 20 more like him.

They are there, thanks to your union.

Stop bothering us and they'll be gone.

I don't think it's gonna be that easy.

Patterson, the gangs are moving in on the union,

and on the employers.

If they take over my union, it's just a matter of time

before they take over your business.

That doesn't scare me, Halloran.

Well, it scares me, Mr. Patterson.

What can we do about it?

Give me something to fight Moran with.

A union contract that I can show the membership tonight.

Just a little thing like that, eh?

Once I have that I can show them we don't need Moran.

That we don't need the hoods.

I can kick them out of the union hall

and you can kick these guys out the next day.

You must think I'm a thickheaded old man

to swallow something like that.

Well, if not a contract, then a promise

to sit down and discuss one.

Give me anything.

Anything to show the membership we're getting somewhere.

Now, look, Halloran,

I started with one truck,

and I built this business up to where it is today

without the help of any union.

There'll be no union here as long

as I have a breath in my body

or in the bodies of my sons.

Maybe Halloran's right, Dad.

That's enough, Tom.

Now, take this word back to your members

and your gangster friends.

Patterson and Sons does business without a union.

Always has done and always will do.

Now, get out of here!

And don't ever show your face on these premises again.

He's been in there a long time.

You don't think Patterson's easy to talk to, do you?

I don't like this guy Halloran. Why don't we get rid of him?

No, we can't. Not yet.

We need him. The members respect him.

We can't move in to this union unless

we have a big fat respectable front.

We'll get rid of Halloran later.

Hey, look at that.

Looks like some of Bilano's boys.

What are they mooching around for?

If I'm not mistaken, they're waiting

for our esteemed president.

What'll we do?

Just sit back and enjoy it.

Hey!

Hey. Mister, give me a hand here, will you?

( suspenseful theme playing)

What are we gonna do, just stand here and watch?

Eliot says we've got to.

If Moran thinks we're backing Halloran, we'll lose Moran.

Amateurs.

Wait.

Let's get out of here.

I think we ought to form a committee

to go to the hospital to get the good word

from our president.

Marty. Wait till he pulls out.

Call an ambulance.

Like I said before, Flaherty,

you're a great one for following people.

MAN: Oh, there he is.

How are you, boy? Not too bad.

MAN 2: How's your wife?

MAN 3: Wonderful.

Okay. Okay. Let's call this meeting to order.

Now, come on. Sit down and quit your barbering.

Jim, sit down.

Now, as vice-president,

I call this special election meeting to order.

Where's Larry? Yeah, where's Larry?

Larry can't be with us tonight because he's in the hospital.

He's in pretty bad shape from the going over he got

from Joe Patterson's goons.

Now, Larry called this meeting

for the purpose of electing two new officers.

A new vice-president and a new executive secretary.

But Larry couldn't be with us tonight

because on his way to this meeting,

he was caught up with some of Joe Patterson's goons,

and beaten up so bad that he had to go the hospital.

The beating played right into Moran's hands.

Yeah.

Now, you may have noticed that there are

some new faces here tonight.

Well, we signed up 28 new members today.

These new members were signed up

with the direct efforts of Mr. George Moran

and Mr. Joseph Carroll.

Now, without further ado, I will present to you

your candidate for vice-president,

Mr. George Moran.

My name is George Moran.

Some of you men here know me.

All of you have heard about me.

I have a way of getting my name in the newspapers now and then.

And what do the newspapers say about me?

That I'm a gangster, that I'm a hood.

Well, the newspapers must know what they're talking about

if they say that a man is a gangster,

he has got to be a gangster, right?

You know, what did this newspaper

call this union not more than two days ago?

A bunch of gangsters. A bunch of hoods. Yeah.

It's in the papers.

You read it, your wives read it.

Your relatives, your friends and neighbors read it.

Did they believe it? Did they?

No.

Well, why not? The newspaper said it.

If the newspaper said it, it's got to be true, no?

No.

No. All right.

I'll make a bargain with you.

If you don't believe the newspapers

when they say I'm a gangster,

I won't believe them when they say you are, fair enough?

He's a smart cookie.

You men have no friends in the newspapers in this town.

You have no friends in city hall,

you have no friends in the State House,

and boy, you have no friends in Washington.

But you do have one real friend.

He's in St. Clare's Hospital right now.

With a compound fracture of an arm, three ribs broken,

his teeth kicked loose, eight stitches in his skull,

and he's in there because of you.

Larry Halloran, that's the kind of a friend I am.

ALL: Yeah!

And who did this to your friend? Joe Patterson and his goons.

And why?

Because Larry went over there to talk about a union contract,

and that was Joe Patterson's answer.

Yeah. (murmuring)

Now, what are you going to do about it?

You going to kiss his hands

and send another organizer over there

to get his brains kicked in?

ALL: No.

Or are you going to just fold up the union and walk away?

ALL: No.

No, you're not going to do that.

We're going to give Joe Patterson back

as good as he gave, and a lot more.

If he wants to break skulls,

we'll break some skulls on our own.

But breaking heads isn't enough. You want results.

You want a union contract out of Joe Patterson

whether he likes it or not, right?

ALL: Right. That's right.

Now, I'm going to make two campaign promises.

But they'll be different from any promise

made by any politician,

because if I fail to keep either one of them,

you can pick me up and kick me out of the union.

Now this goes for Mr. Joseph Carroll too,

because I know what kind of a man he is.

All right, now.

First,

I promise that this union will double its present size

within two months. All right, now wait, wait.

Second,

I promise that you will have a union contract

with Joe Patterson within one month.

ALL: Yeah!

Don't forget, if I fail to keep either one

of those promises, you can kick me out of the union.

How I do it is not your worry.

I made the promises. I'll deliver.

I'm saying those promises go for Joseph Carroll too.

Right, Joseph? That's right, fellas

that goes for me too. You see?

Man of very few words but plenty of action.

Now, how about some action out of you?

I make a motion that the membership elect

George Moran vice-president in charge of new members

and to sign up Joe Patterson.

And likewise for Joe Carroll, to be executive secretary.

I second the motion.

All right, all those in favor, stand up. Stand up.

All right. Sit down.

All those opposed, stand up.

Awww, sit down and let's make it unanimous.

Yeah.

All right now. Let's have three cheers for George Moran.

Yeah!

Let's get out of here.

I knew it. I knew it.

He got what he wanted out of them.

He sure did.

They're a big rough bunch of guys.

Yeah, they can use their muscle.

They can even use their guts.

The only trouble is they don't know how to use their brains.

One hundred and sixty-eight thousand,

four-hundred and thirty-eight dollars

for the first quarter of the year.

And that's the way we stand as of last Friday.

Well, we can't kick about that statement, eh, boys?

That's right, Pop.

Okay, Frank, what's our next order of business?

The union.

Ah, that's out. Go on.

I think we ought to discuss it.

Whether we like it or not, the union's here to stay.

But not in Patterson and Sons, I won't have it here.

I won't discuss it with them and I won't discuss it with you.

Now, look, Tom, I might have agreed with you once on this

but Moran's taken over the United Truckers

and I don't see us doing business with gangsters.

Larry Halloran was here a week ago

begging Dad to help him keep Moran out.

That's right. And I kicked him out.

Right to Bilano and his men who beat him so badly

he had to go to the hospital.

How do you know Bilano did it?

I've heard nothing about the police arresting anyone.

Oh, come on, Dad, it's common knowledge.

Now don't get lippy with me, Thomas Patterson.

If you want my opinion, we'd save ourselves

a lot of trouble and money,

if we recognize the union now and sign a deal with them.

Your opinion is it?

Now, let me tell you both something.

I didn't slave and sweat, and fight all my life

to turn my business over to a union of gangsters.

And that's the end of it.

NARRATOR: On the night of April 6th, 1932,

Martin Flaherty drove Lawrence Halloran to his home

in south Chicago.

Where's my son?

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

Where's my son, you rotten gangster?

Tell me now or I'll finish the job someone else started.

Take it easy, Mr. Patterson.

My name is Flaherty, I'm a Federal agent.

So you arrested him. Good.

Now make him tell where they got Thomas.

I haven't arrested anyone yet. Will you tell me what happened?

We got a phone call about an hour ago

from someone who said they had taken my brother, Tommy.

They said they'd return him alive and unharmed

if we'd sign a union contract.

It's Moran. He's made his move.

Mr. Patterson, just for the record,

your firm does interstate trucking, doesn't it?

Yes. But what's that got to do with my son?

Interstate Commerce is a Federal matter.

That's all I need to move against Moran.

Operator, Central 1099, please.

Do you know where they're holding him?

No, but we can pick up Moran and Carroll

and the others and find out.

They said they'd kill Tommy if we called in the police.

Let's sweat it out of him.

I promise you he'll tell us soon enough when I start in on him.

Flaherty, hold the line.

Could be that Moran would take Tom Patterson

the same place he took your boy?

Grace, get Larry.

But he's asleep.

Mrs. Halloran, Tom is my youngest too.

If your son can help...

Yes, of course.

I want the whole unit fully armed.

Ask Ezra to get us reinforcements.

Yeah, yeah, I'm at Halloran's house.

Call me when you're ready to go. We're going after Moran.

They'll kill my son, Flaherty.

Not if we move fast enough.

You're responsible, Halloran.

Don't be a fool, Patterson.

Moran's done this. Halloran had nothing to do with it.

He fought Moran as best he could.

They kidnapped his son to get into the union.

When he came to you asking for a contract they had his son

he didn't know if he'd ever see the boy alive again.

Larry, this is important.

Yeah, Dad?

Do you remember when those men took you away?

Yeah.

Well, we're going after Moran.

Can you show us how to get to his farmhouse?

Sure. But we'll have to start from the school.

I only know how to get there from the school.

I'll have my men meet us there.

NARRATOR: Within an hour the armed convoy was formed.

The entire Untouchable's unit,

augmented with specially chosen officers

from the Chicago Police Department.

Moran's holed up in a farmhouse about an hour away from here.

Moran himself has shaken off our man.

Maybe he's at the farmhouse, maybe not.

I want one man detailed to take the Halloran kid back home.

Patterson and his son are in the limousine.

I'll go first. Billy, you go with Patterson.

Henrico, you go with Heinz.

Giargiano will follow with his boys

and you bring up the rear.

Now look, let's stay close together, okay?

Come on, honey, come on. Ah.

Why don't you play those games with me, Thelma?

Hey, Blackie, the Boss is coming.

Hiya, Boss.

Hi, men.

Nicely done? Clean as a whistle.

Joseph go back to town?

Yup.

We've been in touch with old man Patterson.

I'm supposed to meet him at 8:30 in the morning.

I think he'll be ready to sign by then.

Larry, you sure this is the right road?

I'm positive.

Good boy.

(rings)

Yeah?

Hold it.

It's Joe, boss.

Yes, Joseph?

Listen, you've been double-crossed.

I just got a tip that Asbury asked the Chicago cops

for reinforcements.

Patterson's called in Federal agents.

Yes, I see. Are you sure?

I think that kid's gonna take them right out to the house.

Get out of there and do it fast.

Well, we'll just have to pick up our marbles

and play some other day.

All right, Joseph, I'll see you later.

Blackie.

Patterson's crossed us.

I'm gonna leave now. As soon as I've gone,

send the boys away and take care of the kid.

What about Thelma?

Well, you know, Blackie, I've been thinking.

Thelma's a girl who's bound to get into

trouble some of these days.

Now, suppose you were her boyfriend,

and you caught her here with someone like young Patterson.

What would you do?

I'd fix 'em both. The same time.

Love nest killing, huh? I like that.

It appeals to my romantic nature.

Thelma dying for love.

That's the place.

Billy, I want you to tap into that line

and give us communication back to town.

Have you got the two handsets? Yeah.

Good. One handset here and one in the car,

put two men a mile down the road

to pick up anyone who might leave.

All right, now let's move. Okay.

You got it straight, hm?

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

It'll be a pleasure.

Good night, boys.

Yeah, Enrico?

Moran just left the house. He's alone.

Call down to our road block and have him picked up.

Right. Why don't you rush them now?

Because we don't know how many of them are in there.

If we rush them, they'd kill that boy of yours awfully fast.

Moran is on his way down to you.

Flaherty says stop him and arrest.

Got it. Moran's on his way down.

Flaherty says to stop him and pick him up.

Right.

He's gonna ride through.

You guys don't have to hang around.

Moran says you can go back to town.

You taking care of it yourself, Blackie?

Yeah, all by my lonesome.

Well, kiss Thelma, will you?

(giggling)

Hey, baby. Oh, yeah.

Why don't you untie your friend, Thelma? Give him a drink.

Sure.

Three more of them are leaving.

Have them picked up quietly and find out

who else is in there.

Maybe Tom isn't in there.

Maybe not. Moran wouldn't have come out here

this time of night if he wasn't.

Here kid, have one.

Go on, take it.

I don't want it.

Well, to your health.

Tom's in there all right. Let's get ready to move.

Ooh.

Boy, oh, I didn't think a tap on the head would do all that.

(Thelma laughing)

THELMA: You've got to save your strength.

Ahh. Ha.

MAN: Lights.

Hold your fire.

PATTERSON: Where's my son?

Tommy, where are you?

Mr. Carroll, what explanation have you got

for the double murder of Tom Patterson and Thelma Devore?

Was the union involved?

The union was not involved.

It was a love nest killing.

George Anderson, crazy with jealousy,

shot young Patterson and Thelma Devore

when he found them together.

Weren't they found in Mr. Moran's farmhouse?

No, sir. That was not Mr. Moran's farmhouse.

Why did Moran try to run through a police blockade?

He didn't run through any police blockade.

He ran through three sinister characters in an unmarked car.

They fired on him without giving him a chance to surrender.

They were Federal agents.

Well, now, how was he supposed to know that?

Joe Patterson is using his son's death

as an attempt to break up this union.

We've got nothing to hide.

Just stand over here and watch how

the membership feels about it, huh?

NARRATOR: Moran evaded the roadblock, but was arrested the next day.

As a figure of influence in the labor movement,

he was finished.

All right men, simmer down. Simmer down.

You men have all heard what Joe Patterson had to say.

It's in the papers.

He doesn't want the union in his place.

His son is out with some babe in a love nest

and her boyfriend catches them and he blames that on the union.

Now what's the union got to do with it, huh? Nothing.

You know it and I know it and so does Joe Patterson.

Yeah.

Now, our vice-president is in jail.

Put there by so-called Federal agents.

You know whose agents they are, don't you?

They're Joe Patterson's.

He bought 'em and he paid for 'em.

Now, you know why he wanted George Moran railroaded?

Because he wants to break this union.

The question we've got to decide here now

is whether he can do it or not.

No.

Bet your sweet life he can't.

Now I've got some real news for you.

We've just signed contracts with 15 new trucking firms.

Now, what do you think of that?

Moran promised you he'd do it. He went to jail to do it.

And we'll get Joe Patterson

whether he likes it or not, right?

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I thought you'd quit.

No, I haven't quit.

MAN: Do you want us to go on?

CROWD: Yeah!

They seem to be happy.

Are we doing right by you, yes or no?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Hey, what are you doing?

You've gone through kidnappings, beatings, threats.

Joe Patterson blames you for his son's death,

the newspapers call you a gangster,

and the guys you did it for

are in there cheering two hoods named Moran and Carroll.

Now isn't that enough?

It's never enough.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

NARRATOR: With the Larry Hallorans of the world, it is never enough.

But as long as there are honest labor leaders

like Larry Halloran,

the gangster element in American labor

will always be defeated.

( suspenseful theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.