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( tense theme playing)

(clattering)

Hold it.

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ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

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ANNOUNCER: Tonight's episode: "The Tri-State Gang".

Robert Stack appears as Eliot Ness.

Costarring: Alan Hale.

And: Florence Halop.

With special guest star: William Bendix.

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( ominous theme playing)

NARRATOR: In the latter part of 1933,

an epidemic of hijacking broke out

in the states of Virginia, Maryland and Pennsylvania.

The similarity of the holdups identified them as the work

of the Tri-State Gang.

This time, it was a factory shipment of radios.

The routine was always the same.

"Big" Bill Phillips, a hulking 6'4" ox of a man,

handled the truck.

Artie MacLeod, a cheap tinhorn gambler,

handled the burlap hood with style and efficiency.

Okay, that's just fine. What are you gonna do?

We're gonna tie a nice pink ribbon around ya, that's all.

What are you doing? You don't have to tie me up.

Shut up. I'll be out here all night.

I'll freeze to death!

NARRATOR: The oldest of the gang was Georgie Kaufman,

a battered ex-pug who once fought Bennie Leonard

in Madison Square Garden.

The fence was James Jonathan Harris,

sometimes called "Gentleman Jim,"

a quiet-spoken Englishman from the moors of Yorkshire.

He was a suspicious and ever-watchful man.

Bobby Mais, second in command,

three-time loser, an ex-con, San Quentin.

Oh, come on, give a guy a break, will ya?

Don't leave me out here like this, please.

Come on, give me a break.

NARRATOR: The leader of the gang was Wally Legenza,

a pale, cold, blond beast,

untouched by any civilizing influences.

The doctors at Dannemora once described him

as a vicious, antisocial animal,

dangerous, ruthless, depraved.

Eliot Ness and his men had been assigned by Washington

to investigate the activities of the Tri-State Gang.

That same night, they drove down to Richmond, Virginia,

where they met with Sheriff Wilson of Richmond County.

Same tire tracks. Same 10-tonner.

Do you want a moulage on it? Don't bother.

We got a half dozen impression of those wheels already.

A .38 shell case.

Same gun, same truck, same kind of killing, same everything.

We know so much about them, we know nothing.

A wife and two kids. It just don't make sense.

A man kills for a reason. Money, power, something.

This is no man. This is an animal.

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NARRATOR: On the night of May 14th, 1934,

Wally Legenza called a meeting of the Tri-State Gang

to go over the details of a hijacking job

planned for the following night.

Their strongman, "Big" Bill Phillips,

was conspicuously absent.

Stupid tin-head.

I told him I wanted him here.

Very good here, but not too strong up here, I'm afraid.

What difference does it make if he comes here or not?

He unloads the truck good. That's all that counts.

That's not all.

When I tell somebody to do something,

I want them to do it, and no excuses.

We'll wait ten more minutes.

Maybe Artie's right.

Maybe we ought to go over the job without Big Bill.

Don't you hear good with them doughnut ears?

I said we wait.

Okay, Wally, if that's the way you want it.

I thought maybe he was out with his girl tonight.

Girl? What girl?

You know.

No, I don't know. What girl you talking about?

Well, I thought you knew.

Listen, punchie,

you want me to close up that nose of yours for good?

What girl are you talking about? I thought you knew.

That French girl from Canada he picked up a couple of weeks ago.

You mean he's been going steady with a girl for two weeks,

and I didn't know about it?

Why didn't you tell me?

What...? What do you hurt me for?

I only found out myself last night.

I met him at a bar downtown.

Anybody else tied up to a dame I don't know nothing about?

I don't want you running around steady with no dames.

They're trouble. If you see 'em once, that's enough.

Just once and then get rid of them. You understand?

( dramatic theme playing)

All right, we'll go to work.

I'll take care of Big Bill later.

♪ Alouette ♪

♪ Gentille alouette ♪

♪ Alouette ♪

♪ Je te plumerai ♪

(both laugh)

(French accent): Shh. You will wake up everybody.

Oh, what a fun day. Heh-heh-heh.

It was fun, wasn't it?

Everybody looking at us.

You, so big and me, so little.

(both laughing)

Like in the funny papers, Mutt and Jeff.

"Moot" and Jeff? Ha-ha.

I could listen to you talk all day.

Sshh! Shhh!

Oh, I never felt like this about anybody before, Lizzie.

How about you? Never.

Hey, what does it mean, "alouette"?

Alouette? Oh, it is a little bird.

Ooh, that's what you are. My little bird.

Oh, I wanna marry you, Lizzie.

Well, what's the matter?

You wanna marry me too, don't you?

Oh, you know what it is, Billy.

Aw, Lizzie, I told you I'd quit the gang

as soon as we got married.

A big guy like me's not gonna have a hard time finding a job.

Why, I can drive a truck. I can work down on the docks.

There are all kinds of jobs, all the way around.

It's not the jobs I'm worried about.

It's them. They might not like it if you quit.

So they don't like it. They can lump it.

They're not gonna tell me what to do. Not Big Bill, they ain't.

Come here, alouette.

(knocking on door)

(clears throat)

Who is it? Wally.

Wally?

Okay, let him in.

Wally, I didn't expect to see you here.

The boys must have told you, huh?

Let me fix you a drink. Don't bother.

Where you been all day?

Wally, I-I forgot all about the meeting.

I was out of the house all day. That is, we were, me and Lizzie.

So you are Wally.

I've been telling her all about you, Wally.

Oh, I didn't say anything important.

You know what I mean. Shut up.

Believe me, I-I didn't say anything outta line.

You know me better than that.

Do I? Come on, Wally.

Let's have a drink. Let's all be friends.

I don't want no friends. I got too many friends already.

I'll pay his tab. That ought to do it.

Get out, both of you.

Oh, Lizzie... Go on.

For your boyfriend's sake, you'd better forget

you ever saw either one of us.

You hear?

( menacing theme playing)

NARRATOR: The following night, on May 15th, 1934,

on a lonely road outside the small town

of Oakhurst, Virginia,

the Tri-State Gang hijacked a truck

hauling $20,000 worth of tobacco out of North Carolina.

The hijacking plans went smoothly.

A hood was placed on the driver's head.

He was chained to a tree,

and the cargo was transferred from one truck to the other.

( dramatic theme playing)

Help. Help!

NARRATOR: Eliot Ness and his men

set up headquarters in a small hotel in Richmond, Virginia.

Looks like one of those drawings

you make by connecting the dots and the numbers.

They're the tracks of an animal, and it's gonna be hard to catch.

(ringing)

Ness speaking. Ness, this is Sheriff Wilson.

I think I got something for you. Hijacking job last night.

Chains, hood, the same thing all over again.

We just picked up the driver. Alive.

He got a good look at the license plate.

Marty.

T4514.

T4514. Right, thanks.

Let's move, Marty. Our animal has made his first mistake.

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( menacing theme playing)

NARRATOR: License number T4514 was issued to the Briggs Salvage Company

of 92 River Street, Richmond, Virginia.

From the Office of Internal Revenue,

a further check revealed that the junk company

was owned by a Mr. James J. Harris,

and that, in its first two years of operation,

it earned barely enough money to meet its operating costs.

If you get any more, I'll be here at the hotel.

Fine. Good.

( suspenseful theme playing)

The 10-ton truck is empty.

Yeah, they got rid of the loot pretty fast.

What about the old man?

I don't think he's in with it. He's just part of the front.

What are we waiting for? Let's pick up Harris.

It won't be too hard to make him talk.

We can pick him up any time.

Sooner or later, that 10-ton truck

is gonna start rolling again.

We'll stake out here.

Get Kane and Youngfellow to hook up a phone.

Keep a watch on that junkyard 24 hours a day.

NARRATOR: The next day, the long stakeout began.

No one went in or out of the Briggs Salvage Company,

only James Harris and the old laborer, Ab Chandler.

( mysterious theme playing)

They waited two days, three days, four days.

No business appeared to be transacted

at the Briggs Salvage Company.

Punctually at 8:30, the old man arrived with his dinner pail,

opened the doors and disappeared inside.

A half-hour later, James Harris parked his car

and went into the office.

Finally, on the night of the fifth day,

the Untouchables' patient vigil was rewarded.

The trap was ready to be sprung.

Marty.

Know them?

No.

(whistles)

MAN: Yes? Rossman?

Yes. Get down here, fast.

Get the others. Brief 'em.

You know, I'm curious. Curious?

I've been on his tail for six months.

I have no idea what he looks like.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Hold it. Get your hands up. Come on.

Don't shoot. I haven't got a gun.

( thrilling theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(groans)

That's my first mistake tonight.

Eliot, did we get 'em?

We got 'em. Easy, we got 'em.

Eliot, I... Agh.

( dramatic theme playing)

That big one's still alive.

(groans)

Who was with you?

Who was with you? Who was he?

(speaking indistinctly)

What'd he say?

Al somebody. Sounded like "Al Lewitt."

( tender theme playing)

He got away, huh?

A lot to pay for nothing. Yeah.

I'll try to get back tonight.

Where are you going? Washington.

Look, Eliot, I knew Kane's family pretty well,

if you want me to do it. No, no. Thanks anyway.

( dramatic theme playing)

There's nothing to worry about, Wally. Nothing's changed.

Just one guy less, that's all.

Exactly. All we have to do is to get another truck.

Then we're in business again, same as before.

I can't see the problem.

No, they're right. Nobody knows who we are.

Who asked you?

I'll do the thinking around here,

so shut up, all of ya.

So nothing's changed, huh?

We just got one guy less, that's all.

All we do is get another truck

and we're back in business again, huh?

And you, the smart one.

Nobody knows us, huh?

Oh, the dame.

Yeah, the dame, knucklehead.

That French piece of pastry

that Big Bill's been running around with.

What's she gonna do when she reads

in the paper tomorrow morning

that her boyfriend's been killed?

What if she don't read the paper tomorrow morning?

Not you... and not me.

You.

She knows you. You've been out boozing with them.

She'll open the door for you.

If that's the way you want it, Wally.

I'll take care of her, don't worry. Anything you say.

I'll take care of it, don't worry.

I'll tell her Big Bill was hurt,

and he wants me to take her to the doctor's office.

Leave it to me.

Georgie...

don't blow it.

Don't worry.

( ominous theme playing)

Who is it? It's me, Georgie.

Georgie? Yeah, you remember me.

Remember I was with Big Bill at the bar?

The box-fighter? Yeah, that's right.

Uh, listen, I came here to tell you about Big Bill.

What about Billy? He is all right, yes?

He is coming here this evening in an hour?

Yeah, h-he's all right...

just a little accident.

Accident?

(mumbling indistinctly)

You see, we was unloading the truck, me and him,

and, uh... h-he fell off th-the tailboard,

and he broke his leg.

And, uh, I-I brought him over

to this doctor I know,

a-and he wants to see you.

He's dead, isn't he?

What do you mean, dead? I-I told you the truth.

He's all right. I don't believe you.

He is dead. I can tell by looking at you.

You dumb French dame.

Here, put this on.

What are you trying to do? Get me in trouble?

I told you he's all right.

He just broke his arm, that's all. His leg, I mean.

Oh, what's the difference? His arm, his leg.

He's hurt, and he wants you.

No. No, the other one wants me, l'animal.

Listen, you crazy French tramp, I told you he was hurt.

Are you coming with me, or do I have to drag you there?

No.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Oh!

(woman screams)

( dramatic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: And now, back to The Untouchables.

FLAHERTY: You lost your queen.

ROSSMAN: I figured it that way.

Check.

He's back.

Rough?

Kane's sister's with her. She'll be all right.

Forget him, Eliot. Come on, why don't you get some sleep?

How did I let him get away?

We don't even know what he looks like.

I could see him outside in broad daylight,

walk right past him, never even know it.

I'll buy you some dinner.

No, I'll stay here. Go on, both of you.

ROSSMAN: Sure? Sure.

Anything you want before we leave?

Yeah, turn out the light.

(ringing)

Hello. WILSON: That you, Ness?

Yeah. I'm glad I caught you.

There's been a shooting tonight.

Shooting?

Yeah, a young girl in General Hospital now.

We found a picture in her pocketbook, "Big" Bill Phillips.

Phillips? What's her name?

Her name is, uh, Elizabeth Dauphine.

Came here from Quebec, oh, about a year ago.

No criminal record.

Have you talked to her? She's half dead, in a coma.

I'll be right down.

Nurse, prepare for another transfusion.

She's a remarkable girl. How is she?

She's still in postoperative shock.

One of the bullets entered her lung.

Why she's still alive, I don't know.

When do you think we can see her?

Well, it's hard to say.

I've known 'em to stay in a coma for three or four days.

Of course, it could be less, or could be never.

Thanks, doctor.

She just doesn't seem the type

that would be connected to a mob.

If she knew Phillips, she must know something.

Somebody must have wanted her outta the way pretty bad.

All we can do is wait. And watch.

Punch-drunk monkey.

Scrambled eggs for brains, that's what he's got.

Don't worry, he wasn't gonna blow it. Just leave it to him.

If she talks, the heat will really be on.

Gentlemen, let's remain calm.

Let's just wait and see what happens.

We don't know if the girl will live or not.

Wait for what?

Wait for her to sing? Live like rats for the rest of our lives?

What can we do?

We can do the job right this time.

At the hospital? Why not?

Let me take care of it. No.

Him. Me?

I never carried a gun in my life.

Well, you're gonna start right now.

You're the only one who can get to her.

But how?

Because you're her uncle.

Her uncle from Canada.

Come on.

Jim, don't miss.

One moment, sir. I'll connect you with that room.

Excuse me. I should like to see my niece, Ms. Dauphine.

What room is she in? Room 10.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry. She can't see anyone.

Her condition is critical.

Oh, but I must. I've come such a long way, from Montreal.

Well, I'm sorry. I don't have the authority.

You'll have to speak to Dr. Johnson.

Well, where is he?

He's expected for his night rounds any time.

If you like, you can wait.

The odor of a hospital depresses me.

I think I'll take a breath of fresh air.

(buzzes)

Yes, sir.

One moment, please.

( tense theme playing)

(clattering)

Hold it!

Harris, the fence.

I wonder why he went up the fire escape

when her room is on the first floor.

Some things come off as planned.

Take care of him.

Do you think she can talk to me now?

I don't know.

The shooting outside didn't help your chances any.

Don't stay too long.

Ms. Dauphine,

there's nothing to worry about anymore.

Billy? Billy?

He's dead.

(sighs)

I told him.

I told him they were all bad.

They tried to kill me.

Who's "they"? Who tried to kill you?

If I say, they will kill me certainement.

Nothing's gonna happen to you, I promise. We'll protect you.

I want to go home.

Ms. Dauphine, we wanna help you,

but you've got to give us a chance.

Now, I promise to get you home,

but you'll never be safe until they're caught.

You will help me?

Trust me.

I trust you.

NARRATOR: Elizabeth Dauphine,

the petite, plucky girl of Quebec,

named names and places...

All the names and places

she had learned from "Big" Bill Phillips.

Eliot Ness and the special agents descended swiftly

on the rooms of the remaining members of the gang,

Wally Legenza, Bobby Mais, Artie McLeod.

( tense theme playing)

Georgie Kaufman, the inept and blundering ex-pug,

had died by the code of Wally Legenza's jungle law.

He was not fit to survive.

For almost a week, the three remaining members

of the Tri-State Gang

holed up in a room on North Sixth Street.

Their faces were known to every policeman and sheriff

on the eastern seaboard.

Only at night did one of them venture out

to buy food and cigarettes.

How do you guys stand it?

Sitting there day after day, playing cards.

You're driving me crazy just looking at you.

I don't like this being cooped up.

I ain't used to it.

What are we, a bunch of rats hiding out in corners?

We gotta be careful a little longer, Wally.

Careful or scared?

We got the Feds after us.

Feds.

They're nothing but a bunch of flatfoots,

just like any other cops.

Well, I'm gonna do something.

I ain't gonna sit here and wait for them to walk in on us.

You name it. We'll do whatever you say.

How much money we got left?

Oh, about 300 bucks.

Three hundred? Is that all?

We gotta get money, fast.

We could stick up a couple of gas stations.

Knock over a few speaks.

Pennies.

I'm talking about money,

money with a lot of zeros.

We gotta get far away from here.

California, Florida, maybe Mexico.

Get our fingers rubbed out. Get our faces fixed.

We need at least 20 G's each.

That's a big haul, Wally.

Yeah, we ain't even got no truck.

You got a brain, ain't you?

Use it.

Sixty grand is a lot of brainwork, Wally.

What's that fat bookie's name?

He should be good for at least 60 G's.

Willie Weinberg.

When I knew him,

he was nothing but a little punk running numbers.

I hear he's a big bookie now.

That's right.

What you got in mind?

Shut up, I'm thinking.

We need another hideout. The other side of town.

I know a good place. I'll arrange it tonight.

A snatch, Wally?

Yeah. Tomorrow.

( dramatic theme playing)

Shut up, do what I tell you, and you won't get hurt.

Start the car, turn right at the first corner,

turn right again, and drive until I tell ya.

(coughs)

Look, fellas, I got a few hundred on me.

You can have it, no questions asked, huh?

Drive.

(engine starts)

Turn it off.

Get out.

Artie, I've been waiting for you.

Are these your friends? Yeah.

Where are we? Two rooms on the second floor.

Telephone? Yeah, just like I told ya.

Any other boarders? No.

Stay down here with her and keep her out of my hair.

Walk.

Look, Wally, you got me all figured wrong. I...

Shut up and walk.

He's mean.

Yeah.

Yeah, but nice men don't pay that kind of money

for a couple of days' rent, huh?

Come on, baby. Let's finish that bottle.

Aw, come on now, Wally, give me a break.

Sit down and keep your mouth shut.

Come on, Wally.

Look, at least tell me how much you want.

I'll make a deal with you.

Sixty thousand.

Sixty?

Come on, stop your kidding. I ain't got that kind of money.

You better have.

Take my word for it, I ain't got that kind.

I'm lucky I got half of that.

Look, don't let that car and these clothes fool ya.

I only been running my own book for a year.

Shut up. Believe me.

If you got something to say,

say something I wanna hear or keep your mouth shut.

Sure. Sure.

Maybe my brother, Sid, can help me.

He's got a laundry in Baltimore.

That's better.

What's your home phone?

Granite 7964.

Hey, take it easy with my wife, huh?

She ain't feeling too good.

(ringing)

Hello?

Mrs. Weinberg?

I'm a friend of your husband's.

Who is this?

Tell her who I am.

Sure, Wally.

Listen, sweetheart, now, don't get nervous.

I'm all right.

Willie, wh-what do you mean you're all right?

Something's the matter. What is it?

Look, sweetheart...

Listen, sweetheart,

and listen with both ears.

We've got your husband, and we want $60,000 for him.

Sixty thous...

You can't be serious.

We haven't got anywhere near that much money.

Okay, then we kill him.

No, uh, wait. Wait, j-j-just a minute.

Look, sweetheart, we know all your bookkeeping.

You've got 30,000.

All you gotta do is call up your brother-in-law in Baltimore

and get him to ante up the rest.

Now do we understand each other?

Um... Let me...

Let me talk to my husband, please.

Listen, sweetheart, look, everything will be all right.

Just do what he tells you.

Just do what I tell you, and everything will be all right.

Tomorrow evening at 7:00 sharp.

That'll give you and your brother-in-law

time enough to go to the bank.

Go to the bus stop at Ninth and Waters.

Wait there with the money.

We'll drive up in your husband's car.

You got that?

Yes.

One more little thing, sweetheart.

Don't talk to anybody except your brother-in-law,

or you'll never see your husband alive.

Wait.

( dramatic theme playing)

Oh.

WOMAN: Operator.

Uh, ah...

Operator, I wanna place a person-to-person call

to Baltimore, please.

Uh, Mr. Sidney Weinberg.

Uh, Calvert 9890, please.

Sorry, but there's no answer.

Shall I keep trying?

Please.

Oh, um, operator, try his place of business.

Uh, Woolf 1514.

NARRATOR: All that night, Mrs. Weinberg

had not been able to contact

her brother-in-law, Sidney Weinberg,

either at his bachelor apartment,

or at his place of business.

Finally, at 8:00 the following morning,

Mrs. Weinberg contacted the office manager

of Sidney Weinberg's laundry plant in Baltimore

only to learn that Sidney was

attending a convention in Dallas, Texas,

and was not expected back at the plant

until late that afternoon.

Well look, uh, t-tell him...

A-As soon as he comes in, tell him to call me.

T-Tell him it's very, very important.

( dramatic theme playing)

( menacing theme playing)

( melancholy theme playing)

Drop it on the floor.

Please, I-I gotta talk to you.

I haven't got it all.

Get in.

Go around the block.

Is this some kind of a trick?

No, no. Believe me, I-I've...

I've been up all night trying to reach my brother-in-law.

H-He's outta town, but he'll be back today.

How much money you got with ya?

Twenty-eight thousand.

Every nickel I could get my hands on.

It's all the money we got in the world.

Drop it on the floor.

I want the rest of the money tomorrow morning,

and no excuses, you understand?

Y-You'll have the money, I-I promise.

I'll have it at the bus depot tomorrow afternoon.

No, different place, different time.

Eleven o'clock tomorrow morning

at the entrance to McDowell Park.

Do you know where it is? Yes, yes.

Okay, here's what I want you to do.

You and your brother drive up in a cab,

but you stay in it.

He gets out, goes up to the monkey cage

and starts to feed them peanuts, fast.

Then he puts the money in a paper bag,

moves over to the orangutan cage and drops it in a trash can.

Then he comes back, gets back in the cab with you

and you both drive away.

Have you got that?

Yes, yes. W-W-We'll be there.

So will we.

And we'll be watching you every minute, sweetheart,

so don't try anything funny.

How's Willie?

How do you want him to be?

Get out.

You know, this ain't a bad setup.

It's better off than outside, I can tell you that.

They must have every cop in town looking for us.

Maybe we ought to stay here for a while.

Two or three weeks, till the heat's off.

Suits me.

What are we gonna do about fatty?

Once we let him go, he might tip off the police.

I never thought of that.

What do we need him for?

The money.

We can get the money without him.

Why not?

All right, fatty, on your feet. We're getting out of here.

What for?

Because you look pale.

A little ride in the night air will do you good.

Now, look, Wally, a deal is a deal with me, huh?

I mean, I know when to keep my mouth shut.

You want to pull a snatch, that's your business, not mine.

I never talked in my life yet. Ask anybody.

Look, Wally, after all,

we're in the same kinda business, ain't we?

Who said anything about talking?

We just gotta get outta here, that's all.

I got a tip somebody fingered the place.

(chuckles)

For a minute, I-I thought you...

I-I thought you was gonna...

Uh, that wouldn't make no sense, eh?

No. No sense. Let's go.

Wait. Do you mind if I make a sandwich?

I get a little hungry when I'm nervous.

( ominous theme playing)

Hey, where is this place?

About two miles outside of town.

Take the first left. It goes along the river.

Where's the other guy?

What other guy?

Artie, you know. Artie what's-his-name.

Hey look, if the other place was tipped off,

why didn't you bring him along? I mean...

Why'd you leave him back there?

Now, look, fellas,

I played ball with you, huh?

I mean, I-I've done everything you said, right?

(teary): Now, listen, fellas, look, right is right, huh?

(normal voice); What good is it, killing me?

You don't have to worry about me, huh?

I won't talk. I'm no squealer.

Ask anybody.

They'll tell you about Willie Weinberg.

You talk too much.

(cries out)

What do we do with him?

Tie him up and dump him in the river.

They'll never find him.

Keep your eyes open. It's only about another mile.

Right, Wally.

Hey, look up ahead.

Roadblock.

Swing her off the road.

Where? T-There ain't no road.

Make a road.

This is as good as the river. They won't find him for a month.

All we need is 24 hours,

just long enough to get the money.

( dramatic theme playing)

NARRATOR: Less than an hour after Willie Weinberg

had been dragged into the bushes,

the bullet-riddled body

of the pathetic bookie was discovered.

NESS: The bullet was fired from the same gun that killed Kane.

But why Willie Weinberg? What's the connection?

I don't know, but this ballistic report isn't lying.

I knew Willie Weinberg.

He was just a poor slob who was trying to be a rich one,

a petty hoodlum who ran a book.

I just can't see him being mixed up with Legenza and his bunch.

You never can tell.

Wilson, I want you to keep this quiet for a while.

Where you going? To find that connection.

Oh, stop worrying, Flora.

All they want is money, and I got it.

So, what's to worry about?

Oh, we'll pay you back, Sidney.

Every penny, I promise. Heh, heh.

Forget the money. He's my brother, ain't he?

Look, would I be in the laundry business today

if it wasn't for him?

I'd still be in a dry-cleaning store,

patching pants and cleaning lipstick off of men's collars.

Look, Flora, go and get a good night's sleep.

(door buzzer sounds)

Who can that be?

Look, don't say anything.

Do you hear me? You'll get Willie in trouble.

Yes, what is it?

Oh, come in, come in.

My brother, Willie, is out of town right now.

Flora, Flora, these men are from the federal police.

Mrs. Weinberg? Uh, yes?

I'm Eliot Ness.

This is my associate, William Youngfellow.

We'd like to ask you some questions about your husband.

My husband?

Look, I know as much about my brother

and his business as she does.

So if there's any questions you want answered, just ask me.

Mrs. Weinberg, when was the last time you saw your husband?

Uh, yesterday. Why?

Look, Mrs. Weinberg isn't feeling very well.

She had an asthma attack just before you got here.

That's why I'm here.

I-I'm taking care of her until my brother gets back.

Why don't you come back tomorrow night?

Willie'd be glad to see you. Yeah.

Mrs. Weinberg...

your husband is dead.

No.

I'm sorry.

T-They couldn't do that. They wouldn't do that.

We got the money right here, j-just the way they wanted.

Me and Sidney was gonna bring it to 'em tomorrow morning.

I don't understand.

They miscalculated, Mrs. Weinberg.

They didn't expect us to find his body so soon.

I wish I knew what to tell you, Mrs. Weinberg,

to ease your grief.

I didn't know what to say last week either,

when I had to tell the wife of one of my men the same thing.

But you can help us. She couldn't.

This man, Legenza, who killed your husband, is an animal,

a vicious, rotten animal.

We can trap him if you help.

I'll do anything.

Me too.

What is it you want us to do?

Go ahead with your plan, just as if nothing happened.

Just as if nothing happened.

(wailing)

Just as if nothing had happened.

NARRATOR: At exactly 11:00 the following morning,

the taxi with Mrs. Weinberg and her brother-in-law, Sidney,

pulled up at the entrance to McDowell Park, on schedule.

Sidney, be careful, please.

All right, don't worry. All right.

(monkeys chattering)

(growls)

( tense theme playing)

Get him!

Drop it!

(gunshots)

( dramatic theme playing)

(clicks)

Help. Help me!

Help. Help me. My legs are broken.

(growls)

Help me.

Help me.

Get a rope.

NARRATOR: And that was the end of the Tri-State Gang,

an ending, not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Artie McLeod was tried on seven different counts, and got life.

Wally Legenza was tried for murder in Virginia,

and died in the electric chair at Richmond,

on February 2nd, 1935.

And, oh, yes,

little Lizzie Dauphine went back home to Quebec.

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.