The Untouchables (1959–1963): Season 2, Episode 13 - The Big Train: Part 2 - full transcript

I dropped my handkerchief.

Still the same time?

In six minutes, when I yell,

you bring the doctor... fast.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness,

co-starring James Westerfield,

with special guest
star Neville Brand,

and narrated by Walter Winchell.

At 5:00 on the morning
of August 19, 1934,

a transcontinental
train journey began



which was to be
unique in history.

Its destination was...

the new escape-proof prison
on the island of Alcatraz,

and its passengers were 54

case-hardened and
desperate criminals,

headed by the gangster overlord

whose deeds had given
him the undisputed title

of Public Enemy Number
One, Scarface Al Capone.

With the aid of a
Chicago organization

and a dishonest
guard named Lafferty,

Capone had conceived
a monumental plan...

One that would affect
his delivery from the train

and ultimately land him
safely out of the country.

We fly him from
here down to Mexico,



get him over to the east,
and before you know it,

he's on a boat to Italy.

On the eve of the Big
Train's departure, Eliot Ness,

in a telephone
conversation with the warden

of Atlanta Penitentiary,

picked up a scrap of information

which indicated a course of
action for the Untouchables.

The information concerned a
former cell mate of Al Capone's

at Atlanta who had
been released to Chicago

on parole six weeks earlier.

Okay, Warden, thanks.

Bill, call the
parole board office.

A man named Benny Marcus,
released from Atlanta June 29...

Find out where he lives. Right.

Who's Marcus?

Shared a cell with Capone.

Serving two years for stealing
company funds while on the job.

What job was that?

Railroad detective.

That's quite a coincidence.

Sure is.

Worked for seven
different railroad lines.

Traveled back and forth across
the country hundreds of times.

Must know every inch
of track, every switchover,

every water stop,
all the schedules.

Where does he ask to be paroled?

To Chicago.

Here it is.

Benny Marcus... formerly
Atlanta, arrived Chicago, July 2.

Residence... 169 Carvan Street.

Let's go.

The Untouchables,
informed by the parole board

of the address of Benny Marcus,

converged on a boarding
house at 169 Carvan Street.

Mr. Marcus, your
people are here.

Come right in.

He's all ready to leave.

His bags is packed
and everything.

You mean Benny Marcus?

Who else? Come...

Second floor front.

You can't miss it.

If he's expecting someone,

maybe I'd better stay down here.

Right.

Come in.

Have a seat a second, fellas,
I'll be through in a minute.

Just bought me a nice new map.

I thought I'd make
up a nice clean...

Going someplace, Benny?

Who are you guys?

Give me that. You
got no right to...

Benny, you're a two-time loser.

We know you're in on the
attempt to get Capone off the train.

If you go up this time, it'll
be for good, so come on, talk.

I don't know what you mean.

Who's coming here to meet
you? Who's picking you up?

All right, we'll go
downstairs and wait.

A couple of guys are coming.

Don't come in!
The cops are here!

This one's in bad shape.

Can't move.

Jack, give Rossi a hand.

He's paralyzed.

A lady's calling an ambulance.

He'll never make it.

Benny, can you speak?

Lee, the map.

Benny, listen, you're
not going to make it.

We know they're going to try
to deliver Capone from the train.

Where?

Where'll it be?

Now here's the map.

Just point.

Point to where it'll be.

Eliot, I found this
on that other guy.

Two clues...
slender clues only...

To guide the Untouchables.

Benny Marcus had
attempted to pinpoint

the rendezvous location
for the delivery of Capone.

He had traced the route
as far as Denver, Colorado,

but had died before he was
able to complete the information...

And a card, Lone
Eagle Flying Service,

Salt Lake City...
Chartered flights

in comfortable
private airplanes.

All right, sir, I understand.

Good night,
Mr. Cummings, thank you.

He says it's impossible

to change the route of
the train beyond Denver.

The arrangements are made.

Every railroad employee has
been checked out for honesty.

If we try to alter anything now,

it'll just cause a big
mess of confusion.

So, we're on our own.

He wants us to stick with it
and do whatever we think best.

Which means we fly to Salt Lake.

It's the only lead we've got.

Early the following morning,

Eliot Ness and his men
took off for the Utah capital.

Meanwhile, the Big
Train bored steadily

across the Arkansas
flatlands to its destination.

I thought you'd better
take a look at this, Doc.

It don't feel too good.

We wouldn't want me to be
getting lockjaw or something

from blood poisoning,
now would we?

Just when I'm looking forward
to enjoying myself at Alcatraz.

How'd this happen? Knife?

Aw, come on, Doc,
what's the matter?

Don't you read the front pages?

Oh yes, a fight in the
barber shop, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Guy grabs a pair of
shears, stabs me in the arm.

Cell mate of mine, too.

I trusted him like a buddy.

Just up and stabbed
you for no reason, eh?

Yeah. It's hard to figure.

Guess he wanted to make
himself a big man, eh?

He heard I was being shipped out

and thinks to himself, "I'm
gonna grab myself a reputation.

He's the guy that cut Capone."

Yeah.

Maybe he was jealous because
he's not a big enough shot

to go on this train
to Alcatraz. Right, Al?

Yeah.

How much you make a year, Doc?

Enough.

You don't care about
the money at all, do you?

Ah, it must be a
wonderful thing...

To be a servant
for people in pain,

and always thinking about

how much good you
can do in the world.

It sure must give you some
great satisfaction, huh, Doc?

You know, when I was
a little boy in Italy, I...

I dreamed that I was
gonna be a doctor someday.

But it just didn't work out.

All right, guard, you can
bring those prisoners back.

I'm through here.

I wonder if I'm ever
gonna see Italy again.

At 3:00 p.m. on August the 19th,

the Untouchables
landed in Salt Lake City.

They proceeded
at once to the office

of the Lone Eagle
Flying Service.

You fellas wait out here.

Lee and I will go inside.

By a curious quirk of timing,

members of the two opposing
forces passed each other

without recognition.

The man was Seth
Gordon of Vancouver, BC,

and the suitcase he carried

contained close to $300,000
for use as payoff money

to the western gangsters
hired to deliver Al Capone

from the Atlanta train.

Afternoon.

Is your plane available?

We were thinking of
taking a little vacation trip.

That all depends.
When would this be?

Oh, right away. Anytime.
Today, tomorrow?

Aw, uh, gee, I'm sorry, mister,
I'm probably booked all week.

At least, I won't know for
sure for a day... maybe two.

Sounds mysterious.

You mean, you're just
holding your plane?

You don't know how long?

It is kind of weird.

I never made a
deal like this before,

but as long as they put the
money on the line, you know...

Somebody's paying you
just to sit around and wait

till he gets ready
to take a flight?

A fact, mister, 250
simoleons a day...

And that's just
the option money...

I get my regular dough
as pilot plus mileage

plus a bonus when
we get to Mexico.

Not bad, eh?

Whew! Who is this guy,
John D. Rockefeller?

No, not quite.

Confidentially, we're sneaking
him off down to Mexico

so he can divorce his wife.

That's why he don't want to let
on which day he's leaving, see?

The ball and chain
might move in...

Throw a legal curve
at him or something.

Get the picture?

What is he, some old duck
that wants to get married

to a new chick, eh?

I don't know. I
haven't met him yet.

I've been dealing
with his lawyer.

Hey, you must have practically
bumped into him on your way in.

Dapper fella with a moustache

carrying a suitcase.

Was that him?

Yeah. Hey...

A little sight for sore
eyes he just brought me.

Wow, $1,000... paid to
the order of Fred Noonan.

Is that you?

Yep. They call that thing a
cashier's check... good as gold.

Well, Mr. Noonan, maybe
we can postpone our flight

till you're free.

You say this man could
be taking a flight anytime

now, huh?

Yeah. Anytime at all.

All I know is, we're
supposed to take off

sometime before the 22nd.

You can't carry enough gas

to fly all the way
to Mexico, can you?

That's what I told Mr. Green.
He said we had to set down

to pick up the client
anyway. We'll gas up there.

Mr. Green's gonna contact
you? You can't contact him?

Nope.

That's why I gotta
stick around here, see?

He's someplace without a phone.

He'll either show up
or send a telegram.

Well, Mr. Noonan,
we may call you

in a couple of days,
see if you're available.

Hey, you do that, huh?

I'm wide open after I
get back from this one.

Good enough.

What about him?

This man's okay.

They're just using him.

We'll have to stake out.

The man we want will be along,

or else there'll be a
telegram delivered.

When? Today?

Today, tomorrow,
he doesn't know.

All they told him
was to stand by.

They're paying him
plenty just to stay available

for takeoff anytime
between now and the 22nd.

Do you figure this is the plan

they expect to get Capone
out of the country with?

I don't think there's a
doubt of it. Do you, Lee?

I'll take odds on it.

Picking up a client by the 22nd,

taking him to Mexico.

It'll have to be by the 22nd.

That's the date the
train arrives in Alcatraz.

Well, why do you suppose

they haven't given
Capone a definite time yet?

They must know exactly
where they're going

to spring Capone
from that train.

Sure, they do, but
they didn't know exactly

when that train
was leaving Atlanta

until just before we found out.

True.

Well, if it's someplace
west of Denver, like we think,

that'd make it the 21st.

Tomorrow. Train's due
through Denver 11:00 a.m.

I'm gambling it'll
be closer to here.

It'll be just as easy to
hire a plane in Denver.

Well, that's all we got.

On the morning of August 21,

while Eliot Ness
and the Untouchables

waited impatiently for
developments in Salt Lake City,

the Big Train from Atlanta
rolled across Kansas,

with Denver scheduled
for the next stop

for provisions and refueling.

And, some 32 miles
northeast of San Francisco,

the town of Cloverville,
California, doze peacefully,

unaware that it had been chosen

to be the rendezvous
for a train holdup

planned on a scale that
would have put to shame

the desperados of the Old West.

Well, Sheriff, it looks like we
got a lot of strange company

in Cloverville this morning.

Three carloads of them.

Yeah.

Know any of them?

Let's go see who it is.

Sheriff Warren? Yes, sir.

I'm Henry Nelson.

This is Frank Dudley.

How do you do?
How are you, Sheriff?

He's from the Attorney
General's office in Washington.

You, uh... you
were expecting us?

From Washington?

I don't think we've heard
anything. Have we, Jerry?

I don't recall
anything, Sheriff.

You Deputy Sheriff Matthews?

That's right.

Well, the word will probably
come down this morning.

It's the train.

You know about the special

from Atlanta Penitentiary
that's on the way?

Oh, yeah. The men in the
freight yards have all the dope.

It's coming through
tomorrow, isn't it?

That's right.

The department
has just gotten a tip

from some of its
underworld connections

that there's a scheme
to grab the train

and get some of
those criminals off.

There's strong evidence that
Cloverville could be the spot.

Cloverville? Gosh! Do you
really think that these guys...?

The department doesn't
want to take any chances,

so we'll be stationed here

until that train gets
checked out safe and sound.

Meantime, I'd like to
talk to the stationmaster

and some of the employees
over at the freight yard.

Can you show us where it is?

Oh, sure. Glad to.
You come along, Jerry.

All right. Hey, Doc, we'll
be out, maybe an hour.

You got a jail
in there, Sheriff?

Oh, yeah, but no
customers just now.

You see, this is a nice,
quiet town, you know?

Let's hope we can
keep it that way.

Yes, sir. Station's
right up this way, sir.

You men cover the
key points in town.

From the teller at the
Victoria Bank of Vancouver,

it was discovered
that the cashier's check

made out to Fred Noonan

had been drawn for
one Victor Gordon,

and that Gordon,
on that same day,

acting as attorney for
the Volpone Corporation,

had withdrawn funds amounting

to more than a quarter of
a million American dollars.

That's that.

Volpone is one of
Capone's holdings

and, ten to one, Victor
Gordon is the Mr. Green

that Noonan was talking to.

He's either going to show
up or send a telegram.

Right. Well, we'll just
have to sit and wait it out.

During the next two hours,

the physical layout of
the Cloverville Station

and switchover was
subjected to thorough scrutiny.

And stationmaster Jed
Ryan answered questions

pertinent to the
operation of the yard.

Vantage points from
which an attacking party

might launch an
offensive against the train

were examined, details
of schedules gone into.

So there's no more traffic
until after tomorrow, right?

The rest of the trains
go straight through.

They're highballs.

Listen to him talk. "Highballs."

Where did you learn
that railroad talk, mister?

Well, I did a little studying

when I found out I
was gonna get this job.

Here's where we switch her
over to the northwestern line.

Uh-huh. And just
where will the two cars

with the prisoners
be when they stop?

Well, let's see. Uh...

Number One coach
should be just about there,

then diner, then, uh...
Number Two coach.

Eh...

Speak of the devil.

That's probably your
Atlanta bobtail now.

Atlanta what?

Oh, they didn't
teach you that, eh?

Bobtail: a bounce.

Oh, she's a short train.

She's supposed to check
in at Grand Junction.

We're with him.
We're in the outfit.

Oh. Hello, fellas.

You get all settled?

Sure. How's everything here?

Oh, just fine. Everybody's
been very cooperative.

What are they saying, Bud?

"Atlanta Special on
time to Grand Junction.

"Expect at Cloverville
11:00 a.m. on 22nd.

"Government men
will arrive Cloverville

"from Denver morning of 22nd.

"Advise extreme
caution in treating

"with strangers or any persons
representing themselves

"to be Department of Justice
or any Washington agency.

"Examine credentials thoroughly,

checking photographs with
bearer identification, etcetera."

22nd? Well, this
is only the 21st.

Well, Sheriff, we, uh,
want to play it safe.

We got here a little early.

Oh. Well, we like
to play it safe, too,

so I guess we'd better
follow instructions.

Can I see your
credentials, please?

Well, Sheriff, I guess we
just plumb forgot to bring them.

Well, we'll have to do
something about that.

Now, we're all going to
spend a whole day together.

So let's everybody just try

to make it as nice
as possible, hmm?

That way, nobody gets hurt.

Any more than necessary.

At 11:30 a.m. on August 21,

24 hours before the scheduled
arrival of the Big Train,

the first stage of Al
Capone's monumental plan

for escape was accomplished.

The western gang, led
by Erik "The Swede" Hollick

and Handsome Johnny Rollins,

was in control of
the railroad yard,

and moved now to take over

the rest of the
town of Cloverville.

On the afternoon of
August 21, the Big Train,

which had the right of
way all along the route,

gained time steadily as it
steamed down the slope

of the Rockies into
western Colorado.

Here comes the warden.

You think he knows something?

Al, do you think he
knows something?

About what? About tomorrow.

What we're gonna pull
when we get to that place.

Diaz, you're an absolute dope.

You keep up worrying like this,

I'm not gonna take you with me.

Now, I'm not
kidding, you've got...

You've got to realize that
he's got all these big problems.

Guys with chips
on their shoulders.

Well, hello, Warden.

Now ain't this weird, though?

I was only just talking
to Diaz here about you.

Is that so?

Warden, if you've
got just a second,

I, uh... well, with me
going to Alcatraz and all,

I may not get a chance
to talk to you again.

So, at a time like this,

a guy gets thinking
about himself.

And I just want to say, I
ain't sore about anything.

And I know you got a big
job handling people like us.

And you're a real
good guy at heart.

That's an opinion I
haven't heard too often.

Well, anyhow, when
we get to the Rock,

Al Capone's gonna
watch his p's and q's.

You just see if he don't.

Good, Capone. Glad to hear it.

Hey, you're right.
What you say, Al.

He ain't a bad fellow.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow morning,
when they spring me,

if I've got one second
to spare with a gun...

Just one second... I'm
gonna let him have it.

And now back to...

In the airport at
Salt Lake City,

the Untouchables
maintained their stakeout

of the Lone Eagle
Flying Service office

with increasing impatience
as the fruitless minutes went by.

The Big Train was now only
16 hours from its destination.

Eliot, could it be this
whole lead is a hoax

to get us to hang around here

while they pull off the job
someplace else miles away?

Yes, it's possible.

Jimmy?

Take this over to The
Lone Eagle Flying Service

for me, will you?

Government business.

You just sent a wire to the
Lone Eagle Flying Service.

May I see a copy, please?

Sure. I... I guess so.

Here it is. It's signed "Green."

The message?

"Tonight. Stop. 11:42 p.m.
Have full tank." Signed "Green."

Thank you.

11:42. What kind
of a cockeyed time

for an appointment is that?

It's the natural thing to
send if you're coming...

If you're coming
in a train or...

Sure. A plane.

11:42. There we are.

From Chicago.

That figures.

Flight Three from Chicago
arrived as scheduled

at 11:42 p.m. the
night of August 21.

Disembarking were three
of Capone's senior hoods...

Joe Giambatista,
Three-Fingered Jack White

and Gus Menkin.

They were escorted,
without delay,

to the office of the Lone
Eagle Flying Service.

This is your pilot, Fred Noonan.

How are you, Mr. Green?

Now, I guess we can
discuss destination, huh?

Destination? Don't ask me.

I don't know and I
don't want to know.

Besides, I won't even
be aboard that plane.

Well, well.

Our old friends from Chicago.

Joe Giambatista... Gus Menkin...

There's one I don't know.

Three-Fingered Jack White.

You just point that crate
toward sunny California.

We'll get there.

Okay. You keep on playing
this close to the chest

if you want to, but I ought
to at least get to know

how far the first lap is.

I got a full tank now, but
how do I know if I got enough?

Okay, Freddie boy,
we'll give you that.

We got it measured
out practically to the inch.

First lap is 440 miles.

You could make that
on a tankful, can't ya?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

Okay. Get over to your plane

and get ready to take off, huh?

What, uh, what time
they expecting you?

We'll be getting
there around 8:00 a.m.

It'll give us a couple of hours

to wait before the
train gets there.

You know any of these boys?

Never laid eyes on them.

They're western boys,

supposed to be the best.

Neddie hired them,
the whole mob.

They don't know us either.

All they know is three
guys are coming in

on a Lone Eagle airplane.

Well, let's get this
show on the road, huh?

So long, Seth. Joe.

Nice seeing ya. Yeah.

Gus...

Hey, don't forget this.

Fat chance.

All right, everybody,
hold it right there!

Come on.

Put out the fire.

Hold onto him.

I don't know anything.
I don't know a thing.

You know plenty, Gordon.
You brought the money.

It's to pay off the
boys who are gonna

deliver Capone,
isn't it? Come on, talk.

Maybe you can cut down your rap.

Well, that's all I did
was to bring the money.

Where? Where's the rendezvous?
Where do they hit the train?

I don't know. I never was told.

He's probably telling the truth.

Remember, that's
what he said before

when he didn't know
we were listening.

Ask the Chicago
boys... Giambatista,

Three-Fingered
Jack White, Menkin.

They know. They're gonna
take him on the plane.

Ask them. Make them talk.

Not anymore they won't.

I told him who we are.

This is horrible, just horrible.

Yes, it is.

Let me see that map
of yours, will you?

Lee, you got the railroad
map with the train route.

How far did he say
in miles? 400 and...

40.

440 miles.

What's the scale?

A hundred to an inch.

What's "3 CF" mean?

Third-class airfield.

Cloverville. That's it.

The train goes right
through Cloverville.

SW. Let's see what
the code is on that.

"Five-minute stop
for a switchover."

Is your plane okay?

Yeah, I think so. I'll check it.

How long would it take
you to fly 440 miles?

Oh, I can do 90, 95.

Why, how do you mean?

What are you thinking?

I was thinking that
about 8:00 a.m.

they're going to be expecting
a Lone Eagle airplane

which will be carrying three
guys they've never seen before.

At 5:30 on the
morning of August 22,

the Big Train steamed
down the western slope

of the Sierra
Nevadas, into California

on the last stage
of its journey.

The strain was beginning
to tell on the guards,

as Capone had known it would.

20 minutes more had been gained.

Lafferty's information
was correct.

The train would now arrive

at the rendezvous point,
Cloverville, in five hours.

Meanwhile, Eliot Ness
and the Untouchables

had flown to San Francisco

in order to confer
with Edward A. Garth,

West Coast head
of the department,

and to formulate a plan
which entailed desperate risks,

but seemed the only
course of action remaining.

All right then, Operator, get me

any Cloverville
number. I'm just...

We're sorry, sir.

If you will leave a message...

Mama mia, I don't want
to leave a message.

Let me have the
sheriff's office, please.

All telephone
communication with Cloverville

has been temporarily suspended.

We expect service will
be resumed later today.

Thank you.

The same answer.

No question about
it... She can't talk.

Must have the
whole town like that.

I guess the only
thing to do, Ed...

We can't stop the
train... We go in in force.

They'll massacre
everybody there, yeah.

Well, okay. Let's see.

It's a good 38 miles.

Better give us an
hour's head start. Right.

Bill, you and Rico go with Ed.

Good.

Say, how is Noonan holding up?

Seems okay.

See you later, huh?

I hope.

Was that railroad out there

when Jesse James
used to be around?

It came through in 1890.

He never pulled anything as
big as this, though, did he, Pop?

Just shows how much you know.

Jesse James didn't
hold up no trains.

You're thinking of
the Reno Brothers.

Learn something new
every day, don't you, Pop?

Well. You relaxing?

Getting a good rest, Mrs. Ryan?

Oh, no, you shouldn't do that,
Mrs. Ryan, because we're gonna

have to tie you nice people
up in a couple of hours.

Any sign of the
boys with the money?

They'll be along. We
won't worry about 'em.

Tell me, whatever became
of the Reno Brothers?

They shot 'em down like dogs.

You don't say.

My goodness.

What is the trouble, Officer?

You have to detour,
mister, just like the sign says.

Detour! We are very
important officials

of a very important organization

and we ain't gonna
detour no place.

Okay, mister, you be a
good fellow and turn around.

We are not good fellows.

We are Tigers.

And now, let's get that
straight immediately.

Rrrright?

Rrrright.

And Tigers do not detour.

Well, you guys are
gonna have to, see?

Sheriff's orders.

We are due in the next town

for a club breakfast
inside of ten minutes,

and if you subject us to
this unnecessary delay,

the first thing we will
do upon our arrival there

is to raise a big stink.

Rrrright!

You know to whom?

To my wife's cousin,
whom happens to be

the local chief of police there,

and he will come
back here in a hurry

and tell you guys what's for.

Now, where's your Sheriff?

♪ Oh, give me a home... ♪

These guys are just loaded
enough to do like he says.

What time is it?

Ten after 8:00.

Whew. That's all we need,

a bunch from that other town
piling in here in half an hour.

Look, they want
to see the sheriff.

I'll take them in.

Okay, mister, you win.

We'll go see the sheriff.

Now you're talking.

Rrrright?

Rrrright. Right.

Okay, you guys, we're here.

Now, pile out!

Let's get this thing
over with pronto.

Rrrright?

Rrrright! Rrrright! Rrrright!

Come on!

What happened to our buddy?

Where'd he go? Oh, there he is.

Come on, you guys!

Where's the Sheriff?

Right in there.

♪ Home, home on the range... ♪

Hey, what is this, anyway?

Hey, we're Tigers!

All right, get in there!

All right, come on.

What's going on here?

Federal agents.

Oh. Come on, Doc.

We'll be seeing you, Fred.

Good luck.

You Giambatista?

That's me.

How're things going?

Great. Just the
way we laid it out.

It sure took some planning.

Great organization.

Got to hand it to you guys.

Well, you get two guys like
The Swede and Johnny Rollins

running the caper
and you're in, fella.

Hey, we're late. Come on, now.

I'll take you guys
down to the depot.

The airport guy. Had
him tied up in there.

Caught him trying to
make a phone call out.

Could he have used the phone?

No, but he didn't know that.

I just didn't like the idea.

Unaware that Ness and his
men had completed the first stage

of their daring masquerade,

Garth and the others
waited anxiously

in the sheriff's office
for a pre-arranged signal.

Gag 'em?

No, I don't think so.

There's gonna
be a lot of racket.

Not likely anybody's
gonna hear them.

Chicago boys are here.

Well, you fellas
cut it kinda fine.

I was starting to
worry about you.

Had a little engine trouble.

Well, I'm Hollick. Joe.

Johnny Rollins.

How are you?

Joe Giambatista, Jack
White, Gus Menkin.

Giambatista?

You don't look Italian.

Neither do you.

Yeah, that's a fact.

Everybody calls me "The Swede."

I'm a Norwegian.

Fact is, I hate Swedes.
Naw, I don't really.

Is this the right dope
there on the board?

Uh-huh.

That old rattler must
be really humming along.

We should show
you boys a little action

in about 20 minutes.

Is that the dough?

That's it.

Mind if I take a look at it?

Help yourselves.

Oh, isn't that a lovely sight?

Hi.

How do you get tipped
when the train's coming in?

Got a man in that
tower down there.

There's signals
all along the line.

He'll relay them.

He'll also give them a
bit of trouble from the rear

when the train pulls in.

This thing's been jamming on me,

must be dirt in the cylinder.

Got your boys all set?

Yeah.

They'll duck inside
when we get the word.

Hey, where's Lipinsky?
He'll be right back.

He and my brother
stopped off at the jail.

See how she feels now.

That's Eliot.

He made it.

Ten minutes, he said.

How long will it
take us to get there?

It's right up the street.

All right, we wait.

Here he comes.

I dropped my handkerchief.

Still the same time?

Okay.

In six minutes, when I
yell, you bring the doctor.

Fast.

Eliot Ness had no way of knowing

whether Garth and the
others had heard his signal,

or in fact, if they
had succeeded

in entering the town at all.

Ness had waited
until the last moment

to be sure that the gangsters
would be bunched together

at their attacking posts.

He faced a vital decision...

Whether to take action now
unaided and outnumbered,

or to await the
arrival of the train

with wholesale
bloodshed a certainty,

and the chance that Capone
might effect his escape

in the confusion.

It's a great little
invention, tear gas.

You boys use it?

Yeah, sometimes.

That's the latest model,

the kind they're
gonna use at Alcatraz.

Oh, they're great.

I think maybe we'll go
outside and get our car.

It's a good idea.

Say, you know the
way to the airfield?

Sure.

Jack.

Jack.

Hey, he's calling ya.

Huh? Oh, okay, Joey.

You, uh... you are
the fella they call

Three-Fingers
Jack White, ain't ya?

That's me.

Well, how come,
uh... Well, I, uh...

I tell ya, I, uh, I-I
swore off since,

but I used to be quite
a guy with the whiskey.

I took it straight.
I had a habit.

I'd walk into my favorite
saloon and I'd just do this, see?

And the bartender would pour
me a straight shot... three fingers.

Hey, that's pretty good.

Yeah, eh...

Marty... tail our
Chicago friends.

See if you can hear
what they're talking about.

Now what was the idea of that?

Don't you trust
nobody in your old age?

Well, an Italian that
don't seem like no Italian,

a guy they call "Three Fingers"

has got two good fists full.

Well, I'm probably wrong,

but my bad knee's
been aching again.

Is that right?

Sorry, Eliot, think
I got away with it?

There's six of 'em
coming up the street. Feds.

I know the head guy
from San Francisco: Garth.

Grab some hand grenades,
get up on the balcony,

you and Doug, and don't miss!

Help, Doctor!

Help!

Doctor!

Guess we'll have
to root 'em out.

Right.

Okay, let's go.

Help!

Sit down! Sit down! Sit down!

Ooh!

How'd you do this?

How do I know? In
my sleep, I guess.

One of these things.

Here. You can't work
around these so good, Doc.

Ooh!

Here, hold this for me.

No, no!

Oh, no!

I give up!

Hey, we stopped.

Yes, we did.

All right, guard, you
can put the irons back on.

Say, Doc, they want you
out there in the station.

Me? What is it?
Some wounded men.

Big gunfight. They
tried to hold up the train.

Tried to hold up the train?

Yeah, why isn't
this man shackled?

Well, the doc was
just working on him.

He's all right now, isn't he?

Yeah, sure. Then shackle him.

Give me the cuffs.

All right, sit down!

Halt!

Come over here.

Keep these guys covered.

All right, you get this
one, I'll get that one.

At 10:35, on the morning of
Wednesday, August 22, 1934,

as the Big Train
effected its switchover

in the freight yards of
Cloverville, California,

Al Capone knew that his big
hope for freedom was gone,

that he would never
again have dreams

of living the splendid life.

At 11:40 in the port of
Tiburon, the cars of the train

were detached and
backed onto a barge.

Escorted by the Coast
Guard patrol boat Daphne,

which kept all unauthorized
craft from getting close,

the 54 prisoners from Atlanta

traveled the last 15 miles
to the island of Alcatraz.

At 4:00 p.m., the prisoners
from Atlanta stood in line

in alphabetical
order of their names,

and Alcatraz recorded
its first inmate.

Name.

You, what's your name?

You know my name.

Everybody knows my name.

Well, then you
ought to know it, too.

Well?

Capone.

Hmm?

Capone!

How do you spell it?

How do you spell...?

C-A-P-O-N-E.

First name?

Alphonse.

Number 85.

Next.

Name.

The Napoleon of crime.

Napoleon ended
up on an island, too.

The afternoon of August 22, 1934

witnessed the
beginning of the end

of the big shot era
of gangsterdom.

Al Capone never again tasted
a drop of power or influence.

He served his sentence and
died a broken wreck of a man

whose name was only a dim
memory to most Americans.

There are no big
shots on the Rock.