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ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

Tonight's episode: "The Dutch Schultz Story"

Robert Stack appears as Eliot Ness.

Co-Starring Lawrence Dobkin as Dutch Schultz.

NARRATOR: The underworld has always lived by one law,

the law of the jungle.

The strong clawed their way to power.

The weak died in a hail of machine-gun bullets.

(gunshots)

In March of 1935,

one of the toughest mobsters in New York City,

the man who dominated the underworld at the moment,

was Arthur Flegenheimer,

better known as "Dutch Schultz."

During his career,

Dutch Schultz and his mob were suspected

of having committed over 100 murders.

He controlled every racket in New York.

He had branched out into liquor, narcotics,

labor shakedowns, the numbers racket.

What's the matter with you two punks?

Simple little job, you gotta call somebody

to tell you how to do it?

Why, is this guy too tough for you?

He can be softened up, Dutch.

Well, I gotta be at the hospital by 2:00.

Hey, Lulu, six dozen red roses.

How about that? Pretty good, huh?

Yeah, sure. It'll be fine, Dutch.

Look, you got plenty of time.

Take five minutes to talk to this guy Flores.

Thought you said he could be softened up.

We figured it was time you found out

what makes him so tough.

All right, five minutes.

Joe.

Joe.

You're Mr. Flores?

Sí, señor.

Well, the boys here tell me that you, uh...

You turned down our deal.

I don't need your protection.

Oh, come on, you know you do, Joe.

Without protection things happen, you know that.

Well, he say it cost 30 percent of the gross.

Thirty percent, that's too much. I go broke.

Come on. What go broke?

"Joe Flores Policy Bank."

(whistles)

Fourth largest in Harlem.

You got 42 collectors,

you got six controllers, that right?

A weekly take estimated at $5,000.

Now you tell me, how is 30 percent too much?

Well, you ask me, I tell you.

All the protection I need, only 15 percent.

There you are, Dutch. I told you you're being undersold.

Why don't you let Joe tell me.

Who, Joe?

Who's selling protection for 15 percent?

Lucky Luciano.

Luciano.

Little man's getting some big ideas, huh?

Undercutting me right in my own territory.

He's not gonna protect you, Joe. You wanna know why?

He's gonna be too busy protecting himself.

'Cause he's a punk.

You hear me, Joe?

He's a two-bit Times Square sharpshooter.

Fifteen percent, huh?

Do you wanna know just how much protection that's gonna buy you?

Lulu, I don't want nobody else listening

to what Luciano's got to say.

How soft do you want him, Dutch?

Abe, you bring the little bottle,

the acid?

(speaking in Spanish)

Well, what are you worrying about?

Luciano. Maybe Luciano will buy you a white cane.

No, no, no. No, please. Joe!

(chuckles)

Kitchy coo.

Hey, she's kind of small, ain't she?

Oh, that's the way they come, Arthur.

Yeah?

All the nurses say she's beautiful.

Yeah? How about that?

(chuckles)

Oh...

Well, how could she miss, she takes after her mother?

Now I got two gorgeous gals.

Hey, anything she needs, honey, you just name it.

For a while all she needs is me and dry diapers.

Visiting hours are over.

Aw, already?

Feeding time.

Well, all right.

Careful, Mr. Flegenheimer.

Oh, don't worry, nurse,

my husband is a very gentle person.

NARRATOR: In March of 1935, working in conjunction

with the Department of Justice,

Eliot Ness and a handful of agents

known as the Untouchables, transferred their operations

to New York City.

The Untouchables were out to stop Dutch Schultz,

the way they stopped Capone, tax evasion.

Working with Eliot Ness were Jack Rossman,

former telephone lineman, an expert wiretapper.

William Youngfellow, full-blooded Cherokee,

an all-American at Carlisle University.

Enrico Rossi, one-time barber

and a key witness against the Capone gang.

And finally, Martin Flaherty, ex-policeman from Boston.

Flaherty had been planted in a strategic position

in the heart of Dutch Schultz's territory in Harlem.

His assignment: work his way into Schultz's organization

as an undercover man.

You're the new janitor, huh?

Yeah, I took over last week.

How's the take?

What?

You can't make a living off your wages.

You're peddling policy slips just like the other super.

From now on my cut is 20 bucks a week.

Well, you go talk to Dutch Schultz.

I'm talking to you, 20 bucks a week.

Get lost.

Okay, brother,

but if you've got any policy slips on you,

I'm taking you down to precinct house.

( action theme plays)

Look, you're getting your payoff, see,

but not from me. You try that again

and the Dutchman will hear about it.

Hey, what's the matter?

You got trouble with the cop?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

I don't know.

I hear you talk about Dutch Schultz.

You one of his collectors?

Nah.

I'm from farther downtown.

You got a lot of guts.

We could use a guy like you.

Yeah? Who'd I be working for?

Lucky Luciano.

Dutchman's bigger.

Maybe, but not for long.

Then I'll be interested in the proposition.

You wanna get in, now's the time.

Not when it's all done.

Well, you let me think it over.

Sure.

I'll be this way again.

Maybe tomorrow.

Hi.

How's the job, Marty?

Well, I think I made a strike.

A collector?

Yeah, but it wasn't one of Dutch's.

It seems Luciano is trying to hire a salesman.

What'd you tell him?

Well, I said I was thinking it over.

I thought maybe we could play them off against each other.

That's one way, but in getting Dutch,

we might give Luciano a chance to move up,

then we'd have another job to do.

Take your story to Schultz.

You mean that?

One of his collectors should be around soon.

Tell him you've got something big.

You'll talk to Schultz or nobody.

Hey, maybe I'll get to meet the great man.

Bill picked up a tip on Dutch's headquarters.

They're somewhere in Harlem.

So if you hear any talk about a warehouse, listen good.

That's where the records are kept.

Well, back to the ashcans.

See you later.

Bye.

Hey.

How long you been working here?

Oh, about a week or so.

Yeah? What happened to the other guy?

He had an accident.

You a...? You a policy collector?

No.

I've been expecting you all week.

The other guy left me these slips.

I'm peddling for you now.

Thirty bucks?

Well, I had to, uh... Had to push the customers around

a little to make them buy.

Punk before me was too soft.

He didn't know how to put the heat on.

You may do all right.

This block was only good for six bucks before.

I'll tell the front office you got the job.

I'll tell Dutch myself.

Who? You heard me.

I got something for him.

That is, if he's interested

in what Luciano's doing these days.

He is, I've talked to him.

All right, come on.

What's your name?

Flaherty.

You don't look so tough to me.

Well, I'm not trying to sell you a policy slip now.

I hear you had some kind of a run-in with a cop.

How'd you know that?

We've been watching you ever since you moved in.

Here you go.

So you ran a test on me, huh?

I always check the merchandise before I buy it.

Okay, I can always use another monkey.

You're on the payroll, 50 bucks a week to start.

Salesmen don't make that kind of money.

You're not gonna be selling for me, Flaherty.

I'll find something for you to do.

Now you beat it and get back here

in the morning ready to go to work.

You don't wanna hear about Luciano?

All right, what about Luciano?

I guess it was nothing important.

I'll decide what's important.

Now spill it.

Some guy propositioned me.

Said Luciano was moving in, making better deals all around.

Sounded like he had a lot of your people lined up already.

That's a lot of air.

None of my people are signing up with him.

He's a punk.

I could buy every monkey he's got working for him.

All right, I'll tell you what your job is gonna be, Flaherty.

I got 38 bankers working for me

and some of 'em don't like to be audited.

Make 'em like it.

If some of them are working for Luciano,

I may have to push them back in line.

Yeah?

Well, that kind of job pays more than 50 bucks a week.

Maybe you won't even last out a week.

(door opens)

DUTCH: Shut that door.

Now what?

Her fiscal week was up three days ago,

she ain't paid yet.

How can I?

That man Luciano, he moved in on me.

All right. You know what to do.

Take her back in there.

If she don't come up with the money,

give her the usual treatment.

No. Please.

That's quite an operation.

Beat it.

Get back here in the morning ready to go to work.

I don't know.

I don't know, get Abe and tail him.

NARRATOR: The first step of Eliot Ness' strategy had succeeded.

By playing on the Dutchman's hatred for his rival,

Lucky Luciano,

Ness had gotten a man inside the gang.

He was soon to find out that the plan was paying off

beyond all expectations.

Coffee.

I saw our friend today. Nice guy.

Yeah.

Did they like your information?

Went off like a cannon.

Did you get yourself a job?

Fifty a week.

Got myself a little bonus I didn't count on.

Somebody opened the wrong door.

Big operation going on there.

The warehouse?

Yeah. Right back of his office.

215 East, 149th street.

Nice going.

Lucky.

Well, I'm proud. We'll hit it tomorrow night.

Take a sip of your coffee and look outside.

I hope you remembered to bring your gun along.

Get up and slug me hard.

Now.

All right, who do you think you are...?

What's the matter, you having trouble?

No, I think that guy's a cop. He was getting nosy,

asking a lot of questions so I had to deck him.

Hey, what are you guys doing here, anyway?

NARRATOR: The fake fight and Flaherty's explanation

were bought 100 percent by Schultz and his men.

As a result, the raid on the secret warehouse

went off on schedule.

( suspenseful theme playing)

The records of Dutch Schultz's entire operation

were confiscated.

There was more than enough evidence

to convict Schultz of tax evasion.

That same night, after turning the evidence over

to the Department of Justice,

Eliot Ness returned to his hotel suite.

Night, Eliot.

Night, Marty.

Relax.

The bellboy let us in.

Doesn't take you long

to find out about things, does it?

Not in this town, no.

Lulu.

Fifty thousand dollars, Mr. Ness.

It's all used bills, couldn't be traced.

That's just for the evidence you guys stole.

Lulu?

It's up to 75 now.

Save it for your lawyers.

Look, Mr. Ness.

One thing I know for sure, there's a right price.

I mean, you, me, everybody, huh? Everybody's got one.

All right, I'm perfectly willing...

Hey, Eliot, you got any...

Anybody need an unemployed janitor?

Looks like we're gonna have to split this two ways.

Dutch just offered us $75,000.

Well, that's a lot of money.

Buy a lot of things with it.

Maybe a whole chain of delicatessens.

NESS: You know, I've always thought

I'd like to own a chateau in France.

FLAHERTY: Well, if you throw any parties, I'll, uh...

I'll cater 'em from my delicatessen.

Oh, special rates? Well, why not?

You'll be rich. You can afford

to pay the going price. Wait a minute,

with a special chateau you oughta have special rates.

DUTCH: Okay.

Okay. You guys are very funny.

Pick up the money, Lulu.

You guys put me in mind of a precinct captain

I used to know.

You remember him, Lulu? A joke a minute?

Yeah. It's still an open case

in the department.

I mean, they never even found his body.

( dramatic theme playing)

What's your next move, Dutch? Come on, tell us.

All right, gentlemen, gentlemen. Please. Please.

Gentlemen.

My client is shocked and amazed

at the government's unfounded accusation.

He blames it on the false, slanderous picture

that's been painted of him here in New York.

The new administration is simply trying

to make a record for itself

by persecuting Mr. Flegenheimer.

So much prejudice has been created,

we feel we could not expect a fair trial in this city.

For that reason,

we will petition for a change of venue.

(reporters speaking indistinctly)

You boys, uh...

You boys can quote me on this.

"What kind of a fair deal would I get here with Mayor LaGuardia

"calling me a dirty rat

and all your editors hollering for my scalp."

Huh?

NARRATOR: Council for the defense had little difficulty

in showing New York was clearly prejudiced

against Dutch Schultz.

There was no alternative

but to agree to a change of venue.

The little upstate town of Clearview was selected.

It seemed to be an incongruous setting

for one of the century's major crime trials.

Dutch Schultz arrived in town a week before the trial

and started a campaign to make friends.

Agents Flaherty and Rossi were brought there

to testify for the government,

while Eliot Ness remained in New York,

digging up additional evidence

to bolster the government's case.

That's Dutch Schultz and his lawyer.

(sarcastically) No. I thought he looked familiar.

They're boarding over at the Clearview House.

I hope there's another hotel in town.

You know, he certainly isn't what I expected.

After all you read about him, he don't seem

like that kind of a man at all.

He must have given you a pretty good tip.

Well, I gave him a mighty fine haircut too.

(chuckles): Say, he told me the funniest story

about a piccolo player.

It seems that this guy... We heard it.

Hey, who's the girl he's talking to?

BARBER: Oh, that's Marsha Harper.

She teaches in the elementary school here.

Well, if you don't think it'd be misunderstood,

I'd like to buy uniforms for the whole team.

I think that would be wonderful.

When I was a kid, I never even had a real baseball uniform.

Say, now, uh,

the girls, they're gonna feel kind of left out, aren't they?

Oh, well... I got a daughter.

You wanna see a picture of her?

I got a little girl. Sure.

Why, I'd love to, Mr. Flegenheimer.

You know what the Dutchman says, "Everybody's got a price."

Looks like he's trying to buy a whole town.

Let's have a shave, huh?

NARRATOR: By the time the trial got underway on September 7th,

Dutch Schultz had made a lot of friends in Clearview.

His donations to local charities and hospitals,

the innumerable free drinks and lunches,

could hardly have failed to convince many people

that he was not as bad as he had been painted.

His wife and baby were in the courtroom,

the proof that he was a good family man.

The government's case against Dutch Schultz was clear-cut.

A mountain of figures and facts.

And more figures and facts.

Maybe too many figures and facts.

Enrico, he's got the whole town conned.

MAN: Both legal and illegal, Mr. Flegenheimer...

These people are human.

They're gonna believe what they see,

not what somebody tells them.

At least we have the evidence.

Evidence, sure, but it's dull. A lot of facts and figures

only an accountant will understand.

This jury's gonna fall asleep.

We've got a good case, Marty.

I know that, but does the jury know it?

I'm gonna call Eliot.

NARRATOR: As a result of Flaherty's call, a race began for Ness

and the Untouchables.

A race to save the government's case

by exposing the real Schultz

to every self-respecting person on the jury.

But that wasn't going to be easy.

Me? Me, testify?

About your weekly visits to Dutch Schultz's warehouse.

The money you took to him.

No.

Mr. Flores, we'll offer you every possible protection.

Look. Look at me.

Do you blame me if I say no?

He's going to all the bankers

and putting the heat on them to testify.

They holding out?

Yeah. Sure, so far.

But Ness hasn't been to Madame's yet.

I think she's gonna be pretty shaky.

I don't want anybody talking to Ness.

Listen, get rid of him.

Put Jacoby and Moxie on it right away.

Yeah, sure. Okay, Dutch.

ANNOUNCER: And now, back to The Untouchables.

Yes?

You remember me, madam? Eliot Ness.

Yes? Well, what do you want?

Help us get Dutch Schultz.

How?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to appear as a government witness.

Get on the witness stand and tell about his rackets,

his shakedowns and his brutalities.

Tell the jury just what he's like.

I'll testify.

Now, please go.

Mr. Rossman, here, will stay tonight in the building.

No, please go.

We promised you protection.

You should be happy to have somebody here.

MADAME: No, no, I don't want anybody.

I'll do anything that you want, but just please go.

Who's out there, madam?

( action theme playing)

(gun clicks)

( suspenseful theme playing)

NARRATOR: With the presence of one of Schultz's

most important bankers on the witness stand,

the entire aspect of the trial suddenly changed.

(crowd murmuring)

The dramatic revelation of the brutality

of Schultz's methods of operation

had its immediate and obvious impact on the courtroom.

I had this town practically eating out of my hand.

You know that? I owned that jury.

We can always make an appeal, Dutch.

You're talking like I already lost the case.

I'm afraid the handwriting's on the wall.

They had the evidence from the start,

now they've got the jury listening to it.

Okay, counselor, why don't you start earning

that grand I pay you every week? What do I do?

We fight it.

Right up to the Supreme Court. No.

Right here and now. No Supreme Court.

If you can't figure out how to do it, I certainly can.

(baby crying)

Pardon me.

What's the matter with her?

If you can't take care of a baby,

get ahold of a nurse, will you?

I have to tell you how to do everything, don't I?

I'm sorry, Arthur.

I think it's colic.

What's the matter, no doctors in this whistle stop?

Get her some medicine.

Oh, take it easy, sweetheart.

There. The old Dutchman'll fix things.

All around.

I'm trying some new soothing syrup

that the schoolteacher recommended.

Maybe that'll help. Oh...

Hey, wait a minute.

That little schoolteacher, isn't her uncle...?

What, Arthur?

Never mind.

Listen, you take her that...

What's her name, the schoolteacher?

Marsha Harper.

Invite her out to dinner tonight. Oh...

You tell her you're gonna call for her and take her out to...

But the baby. I...

Get a maid from the hotel to take care of the baby.

Well, I-I hardly know the girl.

What difference does that make?!

If she teaches kids,

you can learn something from her.

Look, just do it. You wanna help me, don't you?

Of course, Arthur.

All right, so go call her. Go on. Go on.

I think you'd better tell me what you're up to.

You'll find out

when it's time for you to know.

So will that wise guy Ness.

Him and his grandstanding.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Eliot Ness' dramatic move

awakened the people of Clearview.

Twelve hours before the case went to the jury

there was no question that Dutch Schultz

would be convicted on the evidence.

But Schultz had other plans.

That night in a private room of a roadhouse

12 miles outside of town,

Marsha Harper was dining with Mrs. Schultz.

It was part of Dutch's plan.

You know, in all the years I've lived in Clearview,

this is the first time I've ever been in this place.

Well, it... It's...

Somebody told me it was the best place around here.

I didn't know it was so far out of town though.

It's beautiful, but it has a reputation.

I feel wicked just being here.

Oh, excuse me, honey,

I wanna call the hotel about the baby.

(sighs)

Hiya, baby.

I don't know you,

and I'm here with a friend.

Sure you are, me.

Oh, please go away.

I'm so dizzy. I... (breathing heavily)

Arthur, I don't understand this.

Well, it's good timing anyway, honey.

Why did you get me to bring her here

and then walk out on her. Why?

Figured she needed a night on the town.

(sirens wailing) (chuckles)

State Police cars.

They're gonna raid the place.

I hear there's a gambling joint in the back.

Oh, Arthur, you sure? Well, I oughta be, honey,

I just bought a half-interest in the joint.

Oh, I've gotta get Miss Harper out of there.

The cops'll take care of Miss Harper.

You planned this. Yeah.

Arthur, what are you trying to do to that girl?

Vera, it's what she's gonna do for me that counts.

She's gonna get me acquitted. Now, come on. Come on.

( ominous theme playing)

NARRATOR: At 11:00 the next morning, the jury retired to deliberate.

Eighteen hours later they brought in the verdict.

( dramatic theme playing)

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant...

not guilty.

(crowd murmuring)

I don't believe it.

Told you guys you didn't have to worry 'bout a thing, didn't I?

(chattering)

(gavel bangs)

Before discharging the jury

and declaring the trial ended,

I feel it my duty to say

that the verdict thoroughly shocked me.

It can only give aid and comfort

to those who flaunt the law.

The jury has flagrantly disregarded

an overwhelming preponderance of guilt.

I cannot commend you.

As your fellow citizen,

I am ashamed of this travesty.

I can say no more.

( melancholy theme playing)

What went wrong?

Schultz got to one of the jurors.

But which one?

Are you happy, Mrs. Flegenheimer?

MARSHA: Are you just bursting with pride for what you've done?

I'm sorry, I didn't know. Leave her alone.

Oh, you're sorry, you didn't know.

I'm swear, I didn't know what was happening!

Shut your mouth. I wish I was dead.

Get her back to the hotel. You hear me?

I'm so ashamed. I wish I was dead.

(Vera sobbing)

NARRATOR: That night Eliot Ness questioned Marsha Harper.

The dispute in the courtroom between the two women

had aroused in him more than just curiosity.

Particularly since he knew that the jury foreman,

Joseph Harper, was Marsha's uncle.

The distraught Miss Harper quickly broke down

and revealed the whole sordid story.

A drugged drink, compromising photographs

with one of Dutch's hoodlums,

and a threat to publish the photographs

unless Schultz was found not guilty.

Come here, you got time for more.

Whoa! One more for the road. Heh-heh!

Then I wanna blow this burg.

I tell you these hay shakers, they... They make me nervous.

You're not the only one that was nervous.

Come on, Dutch.

How'd you do it?

That's right, you...

You never saw the pictures, did you?

Pictures?

(Dutch chuckles)

Get a load of her.

Where are the negatives?

I got them. Why?

We're gonna have a little bonfire.

What do you wanna burn 'em for?

What do you think I wanna burn 'em for?

Oh, counselor,

you're chicken, you know that?

You're chicken-hearted.

Oh, Mr. Ness.

I talked to the Harper girl. I want those pictures.

(chuckles)

Nice going, counselor.

You're a little late, Mr. Ness.

But you're welcome to what's left of them

in the fireplace.

DUTCH: You're finished, Ness.

You've shot your wad.

Now you stay outta my town.

Your town?

Wait'll you get back.

The only question is whether...

Luciano gets you before I do.

( suspenseful theme playing)

NARRATOR: Dutch Schultz found things vastly different

upon his return to New York.

The new reform mayor, LaGuardia,

helped the federal men crack down on Dutch.

His many nightclubs were raided and shut down

if the slightest violations were found.

Schultz's gambling joints were smashed

to humiliate and annoy him.

And besides the law,

another element was working against Schultz.

The Luciano mob from downtown

had greeted his return to New York

with a declaration of open warfare.

Watch it, boss.

(gunshots)

( action theme playing)

FLORES: Anna.

Anna.

Anna... (speaking Spanish)

Anna!

Ah!

( somber theme playing)

(crying)

(sobs): Anna.

Ten years.

Ten years, I've spent building an organization.

Best in the business. And what happens?

I go out of town a few weeks, the whole thing falls apart.

I can't depend on anybody to do a job around here.

LaGuardia's cleaning things up, Dutch.

You can't even buy a cop in this town now.

I can buy anybody.

LULU: They hit five of your nightclubs.

For what? Nothing.

Minor violations.

Now they're picking up the boys

for raps they don't even remember.

How you gonna beat it, Dutch? I'll beat it.

I'll beat 'em all.

Starting tomorrow we move the whole operation

out of the city.

I got a place all picked out in Jersey.

That's okay for the New York cops,

but the Feds?

What do they care about state lines?

Feds. Don't talk to me about Feds.

I'm up to here with those punks.

Ness warned you, Dutch. He told you what he'd do.

I've got enough habeas corpus piled up to paper my office.

Okay, so he warned me? Whose side are you on?

I'm just giving you a few hard facts.

Conditions have changed since your trial.

The administration is honest.

And Luciano's getting bigger every day.

Luciano, that punk.

He's not that anymore.

His men shot up a couple of your boys last week.

He's coming right out in the open and challenging you.

Okay, if that's what he wants,

I'm gonna give him more than he can keep down.

Dutch, I don't like to tell you this,

but it's too late for that kind of showdown.

Luciano's stronger than you think.

The boys will bear me out on that.

That's right, Dutch.

Those boys who came in Flores' joint were Luciano's.

Okay, counselor, what do you want me to do?

I think you ought to quit the rackets.

Quit? Is that what you want me to do?

I just hand everything over to Luciano?

"Here you are, Lucky, it's all yours.

"Took me ten years to get it going nice and juicy,

but you take it in good health."

Is that the advice I pay you a grand a week for?

You asked me and I told you.

Okay, counselor, I'm gonna tell you something.

I don't quit.

I don't hand over nothing to nobody.

And nobody takes nothing from me, either.

Not Luciano, not the cops, not Ness, nobody.

Lulu. Yeah, Dutch?

You get ahold of Luciano.

You tell him I want a meeting.

LULU: You want Luciano?

You can't lick 'em, you join 'em, huh?

There's enough here for both of us.

You tell Lucky I'm ready to give him half of my action.

Lucky and me together, we'd stand off an army of cops.

What if he don't go for it, Dutch?

Aw, he'll go for it. What are you worrying about?

With the right price, you buy anybody.

How long do you think he'll be satisfied with half?

You let him worry

about how long I'm gonna be satisfied.

Go on, set it up.

I'll take it from there.

( ominous theme playing)

Go on. Go on. Go on. Get a move.

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

NARRATOR: A meeting that would become historic in the annals of crime

had been set up

at the Front Street Bar and Grill.

14 Front Street, Newark, New Jersey.

Maybe he won't come.

It ain't midnight yet.

Lucky was all for it.

I never seen him so friendly.

Why shouldn't he be friendly?

I'm offering the guy half of my shirt, ain't I?

He said one man, Dutch.

That's all he's bringing.

And everybody's clean.

Okay, so Abe can wait outside.

What are you so jumpy about?

That's the third time you reminded me.

(door closes)

Hey, Dutch, I thought you said everybody's gonna be clean.

(sighs)

(door opens, closes)

At exactly midnight a car pulled up

at the Front Street Bar and Grill.

In that car was the man who was determined

to take over the rackets in New York.

His name, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.

All right, like I promised, everything friendly.

We go in clean.

Gimme.

(speaks Italian)

You crazy? You trust the Dutchman?

Yeah. Why not? We're gonna talk business.

Who needs guns for that?

I don't like it.

We're doing all right. What do we need him for?

He's got a proposition.

We listen to it.

If it sounds good, we buy.

If it don't, we take a walk.

Everything friendly.

(speaks Italian)

At that very moment, another meeting was being held.

This one in Joe Flores' candy store.

The blind policy banker

had some very important information

for Eliot Ness.

Señor Ness.

You asked us to come here tonight.

Sí, señor. I... I called you.

There's something I want to tell you.

That man, Schultz.

(sniffling)

First this.

Then my wife.

My wife. Anna.

I'm sorry.

No, no. No, señor.

It's too late for sorrow now.

(speaks Spanish)

There is no more that Schultz can do to me now.

(crying)

But maybe... Maybe I can help you.

What is it you wanna tell us, Mr. Flores?

Tonight, meeting between the two mad men,

Schultz and Luciano.

I have heard where it is.

Now, y-you would like to know where, no?

Yes, yes we would.

Front... Front Street Bar and Grill

in New Jersey.

You know where that is?

Yes, we know.

Thank you very much, Mr. Flores.

( melancholy theme playing)

Hmph!

Dutch.

Lucky.

How you been?

Okay.

Yourself? Me? Heh.

I can't complain, business is good.

I got my health. What more is there?

You've come a long way in the last couple of years.

I got a nice little operation.

Nothing like yours but, uh, it's growing.

Hey, I hear the feds been giving you a little trouble.

Nothing I can't handle.

What's on your mind, Dutch?

You called for a meet.

Partnership.

You and me, Dutch?

Plenty for both of us.

Don't take my word for it.

Here.

Take a look at that.

That's from the policy racket alone.

Mamma Mia.

(chuckles)

All this take from a lousy little numbers racket, eh?

Figures don't lie. You're a businessman.

These are your figures or your bankers'?

They're mine. I don't trust them bankers

as far as I can see 'em.

(laughs)

You're smart, Dutch. Heh-heh!

They're a bunch of crooks.

You ought to compare these figures

with the ones they give me.

Who?

Your bankers.

They're working for me now.

Oh, no, they ain't.

Not unless you and I make a deal.

When a guy is bankrupt,

why should I bail him out?

You got nothing to offer that I can't get for the taking.

Why you punk.

Lulu, the piano!

Did you think I was really gonna cut you in?

You're a punk, Lucky.

I've been saying it for years: You're stupid.

I should have stepped on you long ago.

Lulu.

Twenty grand, Lulu.

That was the price, wasn't it?

( dramatic theme playing)

Lulu. No.

You taught me, Dutch.

You always said anybody can be bought.

There comes a time, Dutch,

when something's gotta give.

You've been on top for ten years,

now it's time to move aside.

He's gotta go.

So take care of it.

Lulu.

Lousy 20 grand, I'll double it.

I can't do it, Dutch.

Okay, any... Any price, just name it.

Whatever you'd give, Luciano would top it.

Goodbye, Dutch.

( dramatic theme playing)

(breathing heavily)

You should've got out, Dutch.

We all tried to tell you it was coming.

Nobody can stay on top forever.

Lulu.

Lucky left you a message.

He can't afford to have anybody around he can't trust.

(footsteps approaching)

Drop it.

He's still alive. Call an ambulance. Quick.

Hey, break... Break this up.

Break it up.

Mother?

Please get me out of this.

Get me out of this.

NARRATOR: For almost 18 hours,

Dutch Schultz lay in Newark City hospital

with a temperature of 106.

He rambled on in complete delirium.

He heard nothing.

Recognized no one.

You can't beat this one, Dutch.

You're all shot to pieces.

It was Luciano, wasn't it? Come on. Say it.

A boy is never whipped,

nor dashed a thousand kin.

Get me out of here... Working in shifts,

the Untouchables remained at his bedside

for the entire 18 hours.

A police stenographer took notes

of all of Dutch's ravings.

They were quite meaningless,

except for one thing.

Dutch still thought he could buy anybody.

At 8:30 the following night,

he was still unconscious.

Look out for Mama.

Look out for her.

Talk to the sword.

Oh, ple... I'm so sick now.

( somber theme playing)

The law of the jungle:

The weak died in the hail of machine-gun bullets.

The strong stepped up and seized power,

and Eliot Ness had it all to do over again.

Arthur Flegenheimer, alias "Dutch Schultz"

died at exactly 8:35.

The next day all over New York City,

the number 835 got the heaviest play

in the numbers racket.

It was a loser too.

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

ANNOUNCER: The Untouchables.