The Untouchables (1959–1963): Season 1, Episode 11 - You Can't Pick the Number - full transcript

I'm getting okay, huh?

Oh, you'll be all right, Bennie.

You got the knack for it.

Well, I suppose you boys
want your commission.

( tense theme playing)

(moans)

ANNOUNCER (reading):

ANNOUNCER: Tonight's episode:

Starring Robert Stack.

Costarring Jay C. Flippin

and Darryl Hickman.



( tense theme playing)

( band playing fanfare)

NARRATOR: Chicago,
South Side, October, 1932.

The depth of the Depression.

A time of hardship
and despair for many,

of standing lines
and waiting for a meal.

For some, not even
a place to sleep.

A time of closed gates
and "no work" signs.

A time of hope, of
small, desperate hope.

Hope for a better day
tomorrow and a little break today.

Any little break,

any heaven-sent little windfall,

to happen now, today, right now.

The mobsters were
equal to the task



and came up with
the numbers game.

On the surface, it
worked like a lottery.

You chose a number
from 000 to 999.

Esther, that's all
you're playing today?

I never dreamed
nothing last night.

Your chances to win
were one in a thousand.

Four-eighty-seven,
six ways, for 30 cents.

Four-eighty-seven on a
combo. Right, Sammy.

If you were lucky, you
got back 600 for one.

My mother says give
it to you for the week.

Okay, kid. 672,

Mother's new
address. I know it, kid.

Well, write it down.
Now, don't forget.

If you lost, you could
play again tomorrow.

In 999 times out
of 1,000, you lost.

MAN: Here comes Phil!

MAN 2: Hey, Phil!

MAN 3: Hi, Phil.

MAN 4: Who won, Phil?

WOMAN: Phil.

Where's the moola?

I've got it. I've got it.

Now, where's Mrs. Pollock?

She's my ma.

Hey, Ma! Ma, he's here.

He's here.

Phil. Phil.

Did I win? Did I?

What are you waiting
for? Give her the dough.

I gotta do this right,
now. It's gotta be official.

"U.S. Treasury balance,

October 4th, 1932,
dollars and cents."

Last three numbers: 629.
Okay, let's take a look.

Mrs. A.P., that's Mrs.
Alma Pollock to me.

Same date.

Remember? Yeah.

Number 629. Yeah.

Okay, pay her the dough.

Mrs. Pollock, congratulations.

For an investment of
25 cents in the numbers,

I am now returning to you
the sum of $150 in cash.

Eighty, 90, 100.

And a $50 bill for good luck.

Don't spend it too
fast, Mrs. Pollock.

CROWD: Aw.

PHIL: See how simple it is?

You pick your numbers,
you win, we pay off.

A little dime brings you 60
bucks, a half brings you 300.

Anybody got a buck
to spare at 600?

And we're happier than you are,

because you'll
tell your friends.

And that's what we want,

a lot of happy,
satisfied customers.

God bless you, Phil.

I want everybody to be as
happy as Mrs. Pollock, here.

MAN: Here's mine. Here.

Sixty cents, Phil.

Number 221.

I thank you one and all.
I hope everybody wins.

I want you to box it for
me today. Okay, Del.

Hiya, Phil. Hello, Marty.

Say, why don't you
just steal this money?

Take it right out
of their pockets,

like a real honest crook, huh?

You just being a
cop? What if I am?

Oh, I don't pay off.

That's all handled on the top
between your boss and mine.

Didn't they tell you?

Well, why don't you have a word
with my boss, Eliot Ness, huh?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Flaherty claims to
be a friend of my father's.

Did he steer you on to me?

Marty tells me you're not in
this racket because you like it.

All I do is take a commission
for running a lottery.

In some countries,
lotteries are legal.

People like to have
something to look forward to.

I help give 'em that.
Now, what's the crime?

You give 'em one chance
in 1,000 to guess a number.

That's not a lottery,
it's a swindle.

I don't set the figures, Ness.

Four hundred thousand dollars
out of every million collected

goes to the syndicate.

That money's used
for corruption, bribery,

booze, prostitution. Yeah,
what do you want from me?

I want your help.

I want your help in getting
the information we need

to break this operation.

I'm just a young man
trying to get along,

and I don't think
you're out to help me.

Now, my girl's over there,
and she's waiting for me.

Can I leave?

Let's go, Marty.

(engine starts)

Hi, honey.

Hi.

What did they want?

They want information.

They want the kind of
information I can't give them.

Can't give them,
or won't give them?

Both. If ever I want out,
it's not going to be that way.

Do you want out, Phil?

I mean, have you
ever thought about it?

Honey, I think all the time.

I think about you and me,

and I think about
a lot of things.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(metal clicking)

This is the business room of
a bank in the numbers racket.

Thousands of slips to
be checked and sorted.

The day's business
and the day's hits

accounted for on a master sheet.

Financial items
carefully recorded

by competent bookkeepers.

And the money, collected
throughout the city,

deposited here and poured
into the separating machines.

The pennies, the nickels,
the dimes, quarters, halves,

the endless flow of money.

(knocking on door)

Come in.

This is Mr.Sampson,

the head bookkeeper of the bank.

In his books can be
found the exact tallies

of every penny of
the millions flowing in.

The payoffs, the distributions,
the fantastic dividends.

In his files, the names
of everyone involved.

The collections from
one area of the city

were now being shipped out.

The ultimate destination
of this particular shipment:

Detroit, Michigan.

To Mr. Sampson, a
routine transaction.

All that was needed
now was to report it.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Uh... Fremont 3612.

Yes, 612, please.

Uh, this is Sampson.

You've checked the
shipment through to Detroit?

NARRATOR: This is Mr. Danning.

He holds a top
post in the syndicate.

He is the key man in charge
of the numbers operation.

His power to rule over
this area is absolute.

And people looking for that
little miracle in their lives,

a hit on the numbers,
were completely unaware

that they were supporting
greed, corruption and violence.

( dramatic theme playing)

(door opens, closes)

Hey, Larry, where have you been?

I've been looking for
you. Where's my money?

Get your hand off of me.

Where'd you disappear?

Where you been
hiding out all day?

Give me my money. I won.

Look, in this paper,
my number: 629.

Pay me.

You won nothing. You had 609.

You liar. Cheater. Welcher.

This ain't no charity,
I owe you nothing.

(yelps) (screams)

( dramatic theme playing)

Eliot Ness and a small
band of federal agents,

known as the Untouchables,

were determined
to chop off this latest

and most profitable arm
of the underworld octopus.

Ness' aim was to stop the
enormous flow of money

from the numbers
racket to the Mob.

To cut off the key sources
of the millions of dollars

that was going into bribery
and political corruption.

To succeed, Ness knew
that he had to get evidence.

Evidence that would
stand up against all the lies,

the threats, the
bribes, and the killings,

against all the power
of the crime lords.

(indistinct chatter)

Ward 1.

We concentrate
everything in this area.

Everything else is canceled.

You all have your assignments.

That's it.

Marty?

Yeah?

I want you to go see
your friend Al Morrisey.

Well, we didn't get
anywhere with the boy.

Why should we do
better with his father?

Morrisey's gonna have to
answer to someone for this murder.

It happened in his district.

That's true.

He may be put under pressure.

This could be our chance
to get him to talk to us.

I'm the wrong man.

Why?

There's a chance he might
listen to a friend, isn't there?

Well, that's not
the point, Eliot.

You asked me how
come I was so friendly

with a guy in the
numbers racket.

Well, he saved my life.

Do you remember
my telling you that?

If you convinced
him to work with us,

you might be
saving his life, Marty.

How does that figure?

A murder shakes things up.

My guess is that
Morrisey's in trouble.

He might want to
talk to someone.

Well, he knows where I stand,

if he's ready to talk,
he'll come to me.

You go down there
and help him decide.

He could lead us to all
the evidence we need.

Send somebody else.

I just can't put that kind
of pressure on a friend.

I can, Marty.

I'm sending you.

( dramatic music playing)

Problems, Ness?

Federal men having problems?

What brings you here, captain?

(sighs)

Bailis' murder.

We could help each other, Ness.

Oh, how?

Exchange ideas, information.

All right, let's start.

Give me the name of
every man on your force,

above the rank of
sergeant, who's on the take.

Give me the name and
the address of the cover

for the central bank of
the numbers operation.

You're assuming that I
have such information?

I'm sorry I came here, Ness.

If I've offended you, captain,

please be assured
that I meant to.

But somebody in your police
force has that information.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Al Morrisey is the
controller for the first ward.

He takes money from the
collectors and pays them off.

He takes out his commission
and passes the money on.

It's all there?

Two hundred and forty dollars?

Give or take a couple.

I never worry about a couple.

Here's your 24.

And one for good luck.

Thanks, Mr. Morrisey.

Hey, come on, shrimp, I
gotta get back to the cab.

I'll give you a
lift. Yeah, sure.

Forty-seven bucks this time.

Not so hot. Trouble?

I don't know. There's a new cop
that's been pushing me around.

And that's the way it's
been since Larry got killed.

Maybe somebody ought
to talk to the flatfoot.

Well, just stay out of his way.

He'll forget about it.

Here's 5.

See you tomorrow, fellas.

Phil.

I'm worried about that killing.

I don't like for a thing
like this to happen.

Well, it's got
nothing to do with us.

Larry was one of my collectors.

It's not good.

I don't want violence.

Stop worrying, Pop.
Wasn't your fault.

Larry welched.

But he shouldn't have welched.

I told Larry like everybody
else, no welching.

I've always been honest, Phil.

That's right, Pop.
Look, stop worrying.

This is a good business

and we're going
to keep it that way.

Al, just saw Mr. Flaherty
coming up the walk.

Looks like he's
gonna come see us.

Tell him I'll be right out.

Hi, Phil.

Hello, Morrisey. Good
to see you, Flaherty.

Won't you sit down, please?

Can I get you something?

A cup of coffee? Uh, no, thanks.

This isn't just a social call.

There are a couple of things.

What is it?

Larry Bailis' murder, for one.

You're heading for trouble, Al.

PHIL: What do you
mean, "trouble"?

Go on, Flaherty.

There'll be an investigation.
You're gonna be involved.

What's it got to do with Al?

Bailis was one
of your collectors.

So what? An old guy goes off
his rocker and knifes somebody.

What's that got to
do with my father?

I tell you, there's
gonna be trouble.

Go on, Flaherty.

Look, I've never said
anything to you before

about the way you
make your living,

but I'm going to now.

I'm in business like
anybody else, Martin.

You're in a racket, Al.

This racket's grown
so big, so fast,

it's tied in with all
the other rackets now.

I work hard. I do an honest job.

You're kidding yourself, Al.

This racket's gonna be
exposed and you're part of it.

If you'll just give me
some information...

Once a cop, always a cop.

Don't listen to him, Pop.

Phil, Martin is our friend.

What kind of a friend?

If it wasn't for my father,
you wouldn't be here.

What about that
pier back in Boston

when you were walkin' a beat?

He shoulda let those hoods
keep on clobbering you.

He should never
have made a move,

then you wouldn't be
able to put the screws on.

I'm not forgetting
Boston and I'm grateful,

but I'm telling you,
there's gonna...

All right, stand still.

We're searching the premises.

Go through the
kitchen, the bedroom.

Where's your
warrant? You got no...

Shut up! We know
what we're doing.

You dirty, lousy...

I had nothing to do with this.

Yeah, you didn't.

MAN: Well, nice haul.

Morrisey, you're under arrest

for violation of
the gambling laws.

No. He hasn't done
anything wrong.

Where's your hat?

In the hall.

It'll be all right.

You did it.

You brought them here.
You brought the police here.

It was the murder
that brought the police.

You tell Ness

that he's gonna smash his
head against a brick wall here.

And that's as far
as he's gonna get.

Now, you get out of here!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Al Morrisey was arraigned
in Cook County court.

The charge: conspiracy to
violate the gambling laws,

operating a lottery.

A lawyer, unknown to him,
appeared and posted bail.

Morrisey was released.

The following day,
the case was quashed.

Ness and his men,

infuriated at the
behind-the-scenes manipulation,

started a series of raids.

They struck wherever they
suspected the syndicate

was masking the center
of the numbers operation.

However ingenious
the concealment,

somewhere in the city,

Ness knew there
existed a central office.

It might be hidden in a backroom

behind a cigar store,

or an upstairs room
in a swank café,

or even the cellar
under an illegal brewery.

Somewhere, the
layout had to exist,

with equipment,
personnel and records.

The indisputable evidence
which Ness needed.

He struck methodically
and hopefully,

but without results.

Arresting Morrisey was
stupid and unnecessary.

I had to show Ness
I was doing the job.

Well, you showed
him, didn't you?

You forced me to pull wires
and get the case dismissed.

That same day,
Ness was on the trail

trying to figure out
who put the fix in.

He didn't get
anywhere with that.

Not with his raids either.

The word's out that
the heat is on my bank.

Some of the collectors
are leaving me.

They're setting
up their own banks.

Your collectors
are getting leery

because you didn't do anything
about fixing responsibility

for the Bailis murder.

That's what I came to tell you.

If I punish Morrisey,

it may throw him
right into Ness' arms.

That's what the
collectors figure.

Ness has you worried.

They say you don't know
what your next move is.

I do now.

( suspenseful theme playing)

I want you to make an
appointment for Morrisey.

Special appointment?

Special.

When?

Tonight.

Eliot Ness, anticipating
that Morrisey

would be called to
account by some higher up,

had detailed Flaherty and Rossi

to maintain a watch
outside Morrisey's house.

Here they come.

Okay.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Do you think they're
anywhere around?

Ah, they pulled the old switch.

Well, we've lost them.

Ness was right.

Well, I didn't figure
they'd switch cars on us.

I'm afraid Morrisey's
in real trouble now.

Mamma mia, he really is.

Listen, we gotta find the
boy, bring him into the office.

Maybe he'll talk now
to save his father.

Let's go.

ANNOUNCER: And now,
back to The Untouchables.

(slow jazz music playing)

It's a good business.

This is a very good business.

But, Phil, I'm scared.
I'm scared to death.

Honey, I've told
you a dozen times,

there's nothing to worry about.

You always say that,
"Nothing to worry about.

Everything is gonna be fine."

And then somebody gets killed.

Your own father gets arrested.

Please, we came here
to have a good time.

Will you forget it?

I don't want you
to be a part of it.

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

Listen, I certainly do.
You didn't know my father.

He died several years ago.

But I remember him.

Even in good times,
he was always broke.

Even when he had a job.

He'd spend all the extra
money on those tickets.

Your kind of tickets.

First it was dimes,
then it was quarters,

then it was dollars.

He was always talking
about winning the jackpot.

And then when we went on relief,

he'd spent all that
money, just to gamble.

We didn't even
have enough to eat.

Honey, I'm sorry.

It won't be like that
for us. I promise you.

Let's dance, huh?

Okay.

Flaherty wants to see you.

What about?

He'll tell you.

Well, it'll have to wait.

He wants to see you now, Phil.

Look, I can get rough.

Don't. I'll get rougher.

Okay, you mind if I
put my girl in a cab?

No.

What's happening?

I'll give you a call.

( suspenseful theme playing)

At the table.

What's this all about?
What's going on here?

You'll find out soon enough.

Sit down.

(door opens behind curtain)

He's coming.

Get up.

(approaching footsteps)

(chair rustling)

(gavel slams three times)

DANNING: This
court is now in session.

Be seated.

Bailiff Sampson?

Yes, Your Honor?

Is the defendant present?

Yes, Your Honor.

His name?

Alfred Morrisey.

His position in
the organization?

Chief collector and controller
of the Wabash-Prairie section,

South Side District.

Will the defendant please rise?

Get up.

Alfred Morrisey,

you are accused
of a serious crime

in the eyes of this court.

Are you ready to stand trial?

What crime?

What trial? What have I done?

Mr. Bailiff, will you
read the charge?

"The accused, Alfred Morrisey,
is charged with gross negligence

"in his conduct of the
organization's business.

"His negligence
contributed to the murder

"of one Larry Bailis, collector,

on the night of
October the 4th, 1932."

I had nothing to
do with the murder.

You have a right to say
what you want in your defense.

Go ahead, Morrisey.

How would I know
that Bailis would welch?

I've always played it straight.

I've always paid off on time.

I've always delivered
my collection.

We're not talking
about your past.

Then what have I done?

I'm warning you, take it easy.

DANNING: Larry Bailis
was in your section.

You signed him on.

You were responsible
for his actions.

You should have known
what was going on.

How could I know
that he would welch?

I don't know how
you could have known.

That was something
you had to work out.

A man welched, Morrisey.

Well, is that my fault?

Yes.

Nobody cares about Bailis.

But what we can't have
is this kind of publicity.

First the murder
and then your arrest.

I warned Bailis like
I warned all of them,

"Always play
everything straight."

You did the best
you could, I'm sure.

But you didn't do enough.

Half of your collectors will be
handed over to another district.

You'll make collections but
no more deliveries till notified.

Half of my collectors?

I've spent years
building up my district.

You'll get some of them back...

when we're ready to give them
back to you, do you understand?

I understand.

That's all.

You'll speak to no one.

You'll tell no one
what happened here.

You're getting
off easy, Morrisey.

You're gonna live.

But you're gonna remember this.

Bailiff?

Yes, Your Honor.

The defendant will
get the usual reminder.

Yes, Your Honor.

(gavel slams)

Court is adjourned.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(Morrisey grunts)

They've got Al.
He's your father.

They're having a
little meeting with him,

or maybe they're
not meeting at all.

Maybe they're just gonna
get rid of him, dump him.

Is...? Is that what you
want, Phil? Don't you care?

You're wasting time,
Flaherty. Let me go.

I'll find him, I'll take care
of this in my own way.

We'll go along with you.

No.

Why are you loyal to
a bunch of mobsters?

(sighs)

You ever stood in a
bread line, Flaherty?

You ever see your old
man being interviewed

by some charity lady?

Does your mother ever
go off to scrub floors

for 25 cents an hour?

These people you call mobsters
gave my father and me work.

They gave us
paying work, Flaherty,

when nobody else would!

They treated us
like human beings.

They gave us some self respect.

Cheating poor people
out of nickels and dimes?

Giving them something
to look forward to.

Giving them what
nobody else can.

Look in the face of a person
who's just hit a number.

Take a good look, sometime.

It's like a little
miracle in their lives

and they're glad to pay for it.

Did you tell them
what else they pay for?

For political corruption?

That's not my business.

I don't elect
corrupt politicians.

What about police bribery?

I don't appoint crooked cops.

Well, suppose
they kill your father.

Now, you know they're
capable of such a thing.

You're not gonna
scare me, Flaherty.

Let me go. I'll handle
this in my own way.

Well, you'll need us
to go along, won't you?

Do you have other friends?

Flaherty, I am not going
to help you in any way!

All right. Then we
understand each other.

You're on their side.

Not their side,
Flaherty, my side.

Get that through your head.
Not yours, not theirs, my side.

You know, you're
making one big mistake.

You're really making
one big mistake.

They gave you
something you needed,

but it wasn't for free,
there was a price.

(scoffs) There's a
price for everything.

You're in with them,
whether you like it or not.

The organization owns
you, Phil, body and soul.

And that's their price.
And there's no way out.

No way out now,

except to break with them,
break with them completely.

Some other way.
There's gotta be...

Then you do want out, is
that what you're saying?

I didn't say that.

Well, you've got to decide.

Don't push me, Flaherty.

Don't push. I'll
push right back.

All right. Look,

all I want is for you to
decide before it's too late.

They wouldn't hurt my
father, there's no reason to.

Well, I hope you're right.

(phone rings)

Flaherty.

Right.

Your father's home.

(sighs)

At least he's alive.

You finished with me, Flaherty?

I'm finished. Yeah.

( suspenseful theme playing)

I spent an hour with Phil.
It was a waste of time.

Let's try the old man again.

I'll talk to him if you say so.

I tried every approach
the first time around.

Maybe he's been
softened up since then.

You mean, now is the time
to put the screws on him.

A little more pressure
and he'll cave in.

Is that the way it's gotta be?

Well, Marty, one way or another,

we've got to have
the information.

All right.

Does the manual
give instructions

on the proper way
to ride an old friend?

I just rode you, didn't I?

Was it easy, Eliot?

You stay here, Marty,
I'll talk to him this time.

Morrisey? It's Eliot
Ness. Open up.

No.

(knocking on door)

Morrisey, I know you're in
there. I want to talk to you.

You better talk
to him, you better.

What do you want here?
Nobody sent for you.

I couldn't wait
for an invitation.

I wasn't sure I'd find
you here, Morrisey.

I wasn't even sure
you'd even be alive.

Don't talk like that.

They took you away
tonight. What happened?

Nothing happened.

You didn't take that beating
going through a revolving door.

Tell him.

I've seen this happen a
hundred times, Morrisey.

Once the organization
decides you're through,

you haven't got a chance.

MRS. MORRISEY: Oh, no.

MORRISEY: Why don't
you leave me alone?

Because we want to help
you. And we need your help.

You made a mistake, Morrisey.

Maybe you didn't realize
where it was taking you.

Or maybe you did.

Either way, you can
make up for it now.

There's nothing I can do.
You know better than that.

Help us find out
where the money goes

and who it goes to.

Give us the information we need.

Then you can be free.

Please, tell him, Al.

I don't want to hear any more.

I don't want to talk about it.

I've had enough.

Think it over. Maybe
you'll change your mind.

If you want to get in
touch with me, there it is.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Lippy was there. He
got the whole picture.

Ness showed up himself.

How did Morrisey act?

Scared.

Ness kept pressing him.

Gave him a card
just before he left.

Ness doesn't give up too easily.

Get ahold of Frank and Bennie.

Tell 'em I want 'em here.

I want Morrisey taken care of.

In the morning?

Yeah.

No percentage in wasting time.

( dramatic theme playing)

How long you gonna be
gone? How long can I be gone?

I'm just going to
market on the corner.

Got enough money?

Mm-hm.

Yeah, I got enough.

Where are you going?

I'll be right here.
Where else would I go?

I'll go out the front way.

( suspenseful theme playing)

A beating from Danning
and the pressure from Ness

had had a deep
effect on Al Morrisey.

He had been confronted
with his true status

in the organization.

His complete dependence on it.

And its life and
death power over him.

Al Morrisey realized

that he could not
go on living this way.

And so he made the decision
to cooperate with Eliot Ness.

(knocking on door)

Hello, Morrisey.

Bennie, Frank.

We came by with
the pick-ups last night.

We didn't stop.
You weren't here.

I didn't expect you till
the end of the week.

Eh, don't look like too
much, I won't have to count it.

You got slips?

What good is the
money without the slips?

There's 88 bucks. Call it 90?

Okay.

Ninety-five. Not bad.
I'm gettin' okay, huh?

Ah, you'll be all right, Bennie.

You got the knack for it.

Well, I suppose you boys
want your commission.

( dramatic theme playing)

(screams)

( somber theme playing)

(sobbing): Oh.

(whimpers)

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

The store. I was only...

Why'd they have to do it?

(sobbing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

So many people.

They were his friends.

It's almost 1:00. Maybe
you should get some sleep.

I'll stay here with you.

You better go now, Evelyn.

(sighs)

For ten years he
did everything right.

Then one thing goes wrong

and they shoot him
like a wild animal.

Don't, Phil, don't.

The dirty killers.

Why do you complain?

Isn't this what you wanted?
Isn't this your business?

My business? That's
not my business.

Why don't you go to Ness?
For God's sake, do something

before anything else
happens. I can't. I can't.

You've got to.

You don't understand.
I can't go to Ness.

What's the matter?
Are you afraid?

Yes, I'm afraid, but not for me,

I don't care what happens
to me now. It's you and Ma.

They'll be watching
me day and night.

If they find out I went to Ness,

they'll do the same thing
to you they did to him.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Pay off the son. Mm-hm.

A couple of grand
should do the trick.

You know what to
say to keep him careful.

Put a tail on him just the same.

What about the wife?

Will she squawk?

They never do.

There'll be too
much heat for a while.

We're gonna move the bank.

You've got another place?

(scoffs) I always
have another place.

My motto, Sampson:

"Be prepared."

Where?

Couple of miles from here.

South Locust Street. Mm-hm.

South Shore Transit
Corporation, our new affiliation.

When do we move?

Give the orders to the boys,

our milk company
moves out tonight.

( suspenseful theme playing)

What's the name
of the bank, Phil?

Golden Farms Milk
Company. Milk company?

Yeah, only they don't
deliver milk, just money.

What's the address?

3180 South Elm.

Ever inside?

Once.

Could you draw us a layout?

Sure, I can, but I
wanna go with you.

I don't think so.

Look, I can help you.

There are a couple of wrong
doors you could walk into

and get yourself splattered.

If you're gonna get the
guy who controls the bank,

you've got to get Sampson
first. He's the head bookkeeper.

He's the only one who
knows the big boss.

And I can point him out to you.

Well, can you use me?

We can use you.

( suspenseful theme playing)

What do you want?

We came for a load.

I've never seen you before.

It's okay. Sampson sent for us.

Oh, yeah?

Raid! Raid!

(gunshots)

( action theme playing)

(gun clicks)

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

Marty.

That's Sampson.

Hold it.

Let's follow him.

Wait, there's only four left.

Take care of them.
All right, let's go.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(engine starts)

(dings)

(light dings)

(knocking on door)

There's been a raid.

I was lucky to get
away with the records.

Sampson, you're a fool.

You probably brought Ness
and his men right along with you.

Well, gentlemen, I'm afraid
we'll have to settle up later.

Looks like the end of the game.

(indistinct chatter)

Best to your wife. Thank you.

Don't worry, gentlemen,
we'll see each other later.

Yes, I think you will.

What is this?

(men muttering)

Looks like a big pot.

It was becoming
clear to Eliot Ness

that the fight against
the organized underworld

was not going to be won
in a single, decisive battle.

It could only be won
by accepting the fact

of a deadly and
never-ending war.

( dramatic theme playing)