The Untouchables (1959–1963): Season 2, Episode 14 - The Masterpiece - full transcript
When Al Capone is imprisoned for tax evasion, he leaves his operation in the hands of two of his lieutenants:...
I'm not paying you a
dollar more than $25,000.
This job I'm going
to do for nothing.
For nothing?
You know, I've
gotten 89 guys, Meyer.
That's a lot of hits.
And some, let me tell
you, were beautiful hits.
But this one... this
one is my masterpiece.
I get the gunsmith
right under Ness's federal nose.
Tonight's episode...
Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.
Costarring Robert Middleton,
George Voskovec,
and Bruce Gordon.
With special guest
star, Rip Torn.
And narrated by Walter Winchell.
With the conviction
and jailing of Al Capone,
the richest plum of
the Capone empire,
the operation of the
speakeasies and the breweries
in the heart of Chicago
was split into two parts.
The speakeasies were
acquired by Meyer Wartel.
Wartel was a Capone lieutenant.
Distinguishing
characteristics: killer...
and hypochondriac.
Cover your nose when
you sneeze, you slob.
The breweries and distilleries
were acquired by Carl Positan.
Positan, too, was a
Capone lieutenant.
Distinguishing
characteristic: killer.
In a bold effort to take
over the entire operation,
Positan had withheld
the whiskey and beer
which Wartel needed
to run his speakeasies.
As a result, the
number of speakeasies
flourishing in
Illinois' largest city
dropped to an
all-time Prohibition low.
The tremendous loss
in speakeasy revenue
brought Frank Nitti,
Capone's collector,
face to face with Meyer Wartel.
Candy stores take in more.
You can't run
speaks without booze.
I don't want to hear no excuses.
Excuses ain't money...
Only money is money!
But, Positan...
I ain't interested
in your stories.
He ain't supplying me, Frank.
Well, that's your
business, not mine.
My only business is collecting.
All right, Frank,
I'll take care of it.
Meyer, you're always
worrying about your health.
Well, for the sake
of your health,
you better take
care of it... and soon.
Come here.
Get on the phone,
close all our speaks.
Close 'em?
I want Positan to
think he's got us.
It's beginning to add up, Bill.
How about State Street, Rico?
More of the same.
Every speakeasy in
the area is closed up.
What do you think
it means, Eliot?
It means we'd better
hang on to our hats.
Either Wartel or Positan
is gonna blow the
lid off this town.
The date was December 9, 1931.
Wartel's men, led
by Happy Levinsky,
arrived at the Kiyope Hotel,
the headquarters
of Carl Positan.
Positan here?
No.
I got a message for him.
He ain't here.
Can I leave the
message with you?
Now, what do you
think I'm here for?
What's the message?
This is an important message.
You got any idea how important
messages are announced?
Look, mister, I'm busy...
You got a message or not?
You got time, sonny,
you got nothing but time.
Now, don't move.
You move, it'll be the
last time you move, ever.
I'm only a clerk.
I know.
And you take messages.
Ain't that right?
Yeah.
And I asked you if you knew
how important
messages are announced.
I don't know.
With a salute.
With a 21-gun salute.
Now, we ain't got
21 guns with us,
but we'll make up
for it with the noise.
Now, you come out
of there, sonny. Slow.
That's too fast... Sonny.
That's better.
Okay.
That was the salute.
Now here's the message.
You tell Positan this here's
a present from Meyer Wartel.
It don't work.
But Meyer's got 50 that do work.
P.S. Tell Positan
Meyer thanks him
for the breweries.
You got the message?
So long, sonny.
Anybody hurt?
They didn't shoot at anybody,
just the walls and furniture.
This is hard to believe.
I've never seen so many
machine guns in my life.
There must've been
a couple dozen of 'em.
They've got an arsenal, Eliot.
Just look over here.
At least Positan had
the brains to clear out.
He couldn't stand up
against this firepower.
How about telling my paper
what this all adds up to, Ness.
Mr. Shaw, this doesn't
look like a likely place for it,
but there was a coronation
here this morning.
Yeah? Who got the crown?
Meyer Wartel.
Flush with his bloodless
coup over Carl Positan,
Wartel reopened his speakeasies
and began to operate the
breweries and distilleries
which were the
spoils of his victory.
And once again, Eliot Ness
led his men against them.
In addition, the
crusading Chicago Leader
continued its unrelenting
battle against crime.
What does he think
he's doing, huh?
I want to pay a visit to
this newspaper editor.
Easy, Meyer.
It's tough to start
up with a newspaper.
Who says so?
If I listened to you, I'd be
running errands for Positan.
What'd you tell me when I told
you I was gonna push him out
and take over the
breweries, huh?
"Easy, Meyer."
Okay, what do you want me to do?
I'll do.
You just come
with me, huh? I'll do.
The press room's
in the basement.
Get going.
We go to 15. Yeah.
What is this? Who are you?
You're always
writing about me...
I thought it was time we met.
Wartel.
Get up.
Now, look, if you
think you can come in...
Close the window... it's drafty.
You should be careful...
You're liable to catch cold.
You're liable to
catch a lot of things
if you don't stop printing
the kind of stories
you've been printing.
Get out of here.
That's not a nice way to talk.
Not to a guy who come
all the way over here
to give you an exclusive story.
Tonight...
the press room of
the... Chicago Leader...
was smashed to bits by
some unhappy readers.
You wouldn't dare!
I already dared, Mr. Editor.
My boys are down there now.
Call, find out.
Go on, call!
Just make sure you
only call the press room.
Press room.
Hello, Willy?
Who is this?
Give me that.
This is Meyer.
Tell this guy what his
press room looks like.
You'll pay for this.
I'm paying for
nothing, Mr. Editor.
I'm collecting!
I'm collecting your word
you'll play ball and lay off.
'Cause if you don't,
next time we visit
your newspaper,
it won't be the printing
machines we'll be smashing.
You understand?
He's finished.
Wipe off the typewriter keys,
and the window.
Get the phone, too.
What's so funny?
I was just wondering if I ought
to call the Obituary Department.
The bullet itself
doesn't tell us much,
except the uniformity
of the rifling marks
indicates a finely
tooled weapon.
However, the cartridge case
you found in Shaw's office
is quite another story.
The gun was an automatic.
The clip marks confirm that.
Conventional .45 caliber?
Yes. The caliber's
the only thing
that's conventional
about this weapon.
Why do you say that?
Well, first of all, notice
the exact centering
of the striker on
the face of the case.
I doubt that it's off
more than a millimeter.
Now, this...
is a particle of scraping
I found on the case.
It's an aluminum alloy.
Aluminum?
That's unusual, isn't it?
I'd say it's almost unique.
Aluminum itself is highly
impractical for firearms
because it loses its strength
at 600 degrees Fahrenheit.
It is possible, I suppose,
that a high-strength
aluminum alloy could be used
in the making of an
exceedingly light weapon,
though it would certainly have
to be the work of an artisan.
In other words, the
gun was handmade.
Yes. And brilliantly made.
Judging from the craftsmanship,
it could be very nearly perfect.
A perfect weapon.
There were three
master gunsmiths
licensed with the
Chicago police.
All three were
capable of making guns
from the raw metal
to the finished weapon.
We don't make guns anymore.
We just sell them
and repair them.
I have a friend who said
he had a gun made by Berg.
Well, he must have a
gun that my father made.
I've never made a gun.
You buy a gun, I'll make
modifications for you.
That's the best I can do.
No, thanks... I want a
gun that's all handmade.
Thank you.
At the second shop,
Frank Ludlum agreed
to make Ness a gun,
but not an automatic.
He could make a single-shot
weapon and nothing more.
But at the third shop...
What do you mean,
"make me a gun"?
I have a permit. I
keep a gun at home
for protection against burglars,
but I don't like the feel
of the guns you can buy.
I've had three gunsmiths
recommended to me,
and you're one of them.
Who are the other two?
Frank Ludlum and Walter Berg.
Ah! Berg...
Berg couldn't make
you a rattle for a baby.
His father, ah, he was a master,
but not Berg.
You can't turn this
kind of business
over from father to son.
The son may have the same
name, but not the same hands.
What about Ludlum?
He's all right... up to a point.
This is one of Ludlum's guns.
I'm fixing it.
The mechanism is a good one,
but it leaves a great
deal to be desired. Here.
Notice anything unusual?
Seems all right to me.
It's out of balance.
The barrel is much too long
for the weight of the stock.
If you couldn't tell
that, you don't need me.
You can buy a ready-made gun.
Or get Ludlum to make you one.
No, I think you're
the man I want.
Ludlum only makes single-shots.
Can you make me an automatic?
I can make anything.
But what was
Ness doing in there?
I don't know.
When he left, you didn't
talk to Kihn, did you?
No.
Good.
It could be nothing, Meyer.
Nothing? Call Al in stir
and ask him if Ness
means "nothing."
There's too much steam in here.
You want me to bring Kihn here?
No. You keep a
million miles from him.
Ow!
I can't turn this heat down.
The plumbers must get
a cut from the doctors.
What are we gonna do about Kihn?
We're gonna give all the
other gunsmiths in Chicago
less competition.
He's served his purpose.
We needed machine
guns... He made them for us.
I've been thinking...
Even before this Ness
business come up...
I was thinking...
if he could make
machine guns for us,
he could just as easily
make 'em for anybody else.
I'll take care of it.
No. No, Happy, not you.
Who knows? The feds
may be on him day and night.
No, this... this has gotta
be a real special job.
Call Pittsburgh Phil.
The high executioner of
the United States underworld
was Harry Strauss,
known as Pittsburgh Phil.
I look around this
room, I say to myself,
"There's a pretty
good hitter here."
Happy Levinsky is no punk.
Why does Meyer call me in?
He calls me in because
a good hitter is not enough
for this particular job.
This hit has got
to be guaranteed.
Guaranteed, and
no possible suspicion
drawn to Meyer.
Am I right?
Sure, Phil, you're
right, but... $25,000?
You want a cheap
price, there are cheap...
Take it easy, Phil.
Sit down. Sit!
I've never paid more than
five G's for a hit before.
I've never had the pleasure
of hitting for you, Meyer.
$10,000.
I didn't come up here
from New Orleans
to quibble about dollars. I
came up here to do a job,
a job that will
cost you $25,000.
All right. All right.
$25,000.
You sign on the bottom line.
When the deal
is done, I get paid.
Whadda ya mean, sign?
All it says is "For Services."
Now, you fill in
the price and sign.
Why should I?
I don't tell you how to run
your business. Don't tell me how
to run mine.
Eh.
Whose death warrant
are you signing?
Herman Kihn.
A gunsmith over
on Boygan Avenue.
He did work for you?
He still does.
Then this is going to
be a surprise party?
How're you gonna do it?
First, I'll examine the patient.
Then I'll know what
medicine to use.
The brutal murder
of Michael Shaw
did not stop the Leader's
attacks on Chicago's hoodlums.
William Adcock, the new
editor of the Chicago Leader,
continued in his
mentor's footsteps
and directed the newspaper's
war against Meyer Wartel.
And on December 19,
1931, Wartel retaliated
with a vicious citywide
attack on the Leader.
Responding to an
urgent call from Adcock,
Eliot Ness and Lee Hobson
headed for the Leader building.
Newsboys beaten
up, trucks burned,
newsstands destroyed.
It's happening all over
town, Mr. Ness, all over town!
Editorial.
I know.
I'd like you to lay off Wartel
for a while, Mr. Adcock.
You can't tell me to lay off.
I'm not telling you
anything. I'm asking you.
You keep hitting Wartel,
he'll keep hitting back.
How many policemen
will it take to protect
all your newsboys,
news trucks, newsstands?
At least half the force.
If you pull half the force
off the regular assignments,
what do you wind up with? Chaos!
Wouldn't it be worth the
gamble if we got Wartel?
Wartel's smart.
He's hiring these
hoods out of town.
Even if the police
pick up a couple,
there's no way of tying
them in with Wartel.
It won't be for long, Adcock.
All right, Mr. Ness.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Well... Can I do
something for you?
I think Meyer called you
and told you I was coming over.
Are you Pittsburgh Phil?
That's right.
This is a real pleasure.
What can I do for you?
You just did it.
Hmm?
I just wanted to shake
the hand of a gunsmith
who can do your kind of work.
Coming from you, I consider
that a genuine compliment.
I hope you will
not think I'm nosey,
but what kind of gun do you use?
I never use a gun.
Why not?
Well, two reasons.
Number one, they're too noisy.
And number two... Yes.
They're perfecting
a way to trace guns.
Have you got a few minutes?
Sure.
I want you to come down
with me to, to my workroom.
I think you will
find this exciting.
Did Meyer show you one of these?
Yeah.
Did you shoot it?
No.
Here.
This way.
Go ahead.
Feel how cool it is.
Feel it.
Like holding an ice cube, huh?
Ah, that's, that's great.
That's very good.
I have been working on a
gun that I'd like you to have.
Ah, you do great work, Kihn,
but like I said, I
never use them.
This one you'll use.
Shoot.
Go on.
They stopped making
silencers in 1929.
There was too much public
pressure against them.
They were never
really perfected anyway,
not like this one.
They made quite a bit of noise
and you had to put a bulky
attachment on the muzzle.
Take a look at... my fitting.
Is that all you do day and
night? You work on guns?
Just about. I love it.
Ah, no time for fun, huh?
Oh, I have fun, too.
I go to the movies
three times a week.
That so?
There's a movie house
just two blocks from here
that changes a double feature
every Monday,
Wednesday and Friday.
And you go every Monday,
Wednesday, Friday?
Like clockwork.
Wow!
In your own way
you're just as much
of a craftsman as I am.
To you I would give such a gun.
Thank you.
I have to make just a
few minor adjustments.
It'll take a few days.
Will you be in town?
Oh, yeah.
On business?
On business.
And now, back to
The Untouchables.
Anything?
I don't know.
A few hours ago a man walked in
and Kihn locked
the place up tight.
Then, about an hour
later, the man left.
Recognize him?
No.
Kihn's still in there.
Let's start checking out this
gunsmith around the clock.
I'll take over, Lee.
Right.
♪ ♪
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Boo!
We want the movie...
Mr. Ness?
Yes?
I'm Pittsburgh Phil.
Pittsburgh Phil's bold
announcement of his presence
in Chicago to Eliot Ness
was his way of telling Ness
that he had come
to Chicago to kill,
and there was nothing
Ness could do about it.
Your gun isn't
ready yet, mister.
I told you it would be
at least three weeks.
I'm not here to
talk about the gun.
What do you want?
You're a dead man, Kihn.
A dead man?
My name is Ness.
I'm a federal agent.
Meyer Wartel is going
to have you killed.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm talking about
saving your life.
Wartel wants you dead.
You made a gun
for him, didn't you?
An automatic with
aluminum alloy parts?
Didn't you?
No.
For your own good, you'd
better stop lying to me, Kihn.
Wartel used that gun to
kill a newspaper editor.
Now you're on the list.
You must have come to
the wrong gunsmith, mister.
You went to the movies
last night, didn't you?
Don't bother denying
it. I followed you there.
Do you know a man
named Phil? Pittsburgh Phil?
No.
He knows you.
He was sitting right
behind you in the movies.
I think he would have
killed you last night
if the film hadn't split.
He saw me when
the lights went on
and he didn't go
through with it.
Now will you cooperate?
I have nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
You're proud of
that, aren't you?
The code of the
bums, lips sealed tight.
You stick to that code
and your lips are going
to be sealed forever.
And if I talk,
Mr. Ness, then what?
You'll put me in jail.
And if they don't
kill me in court
or on my way to
the penitentiary,
one morning the guard
will find me dead in my cell.
You said it before.
I'm a dead man.
Your gun will be
ready next week.
If I were you, Mr. Kihn,
I wouldn't promise
anything for next week.
Kihn could be gambling
that Wartel will have
a change of heart.
I hope he had the
foresight to make out a will.
Do you think Pittsburgh Phil
still has the contract?
It's hard to tell.
Let's tail him for
awhile, just in case.
Rico, you stay with Wartel.
Bill, you take
Levinsky. I'll take Kihn.
Maybe we can break
this party up in time
to stick Wartel with the check.
It's open.
Hello, Meyer.
Hello, Phil.
Hello, Happy.
Phil.
Is it finished?
Sit down.
Is he dead?
Have some coffee.
Go wash it out.
Well?
You're worried
about your little man,
aren't you, Meyer?
I'm paying you, so I'll
ask all the questions, huh?
Is he dead?
You know, Al used to call
you the "Worry Wart-el."
I didn't ask you
what Al used to say.
I asked you if the
gunsmith was dead!
I went to the movies
last night, Meyer.
What do I care?!
Kihn went to the movies, too.
He goes to the movies every
Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
The movie seats
are two inches thick.
This blade is ten inches.
That means, if you push this
blade through a two-inch seat
and there is somebody
sitting in that seat,
eight inches of steel
goes into the body.
He's dead.
He's supposed
to be, but he's not.
What happened?
Something lucky for me
and something lucky
for the gunsmith.
The film broke and
the lights went on.
Do you know who I saw
when the lights went on?
Huh?
Eliot Ness.
Eliot Ness was sitting
two rows behind me.
Now, you didn't tell me
Ness was tailing
the gunsmith, Meyer.
What difference does it make?
It makes a big difference.
I'm not paying you a
dollar more than $25,000!
Oh, you're not paying
$25,000 for this job.
I got a contract with you!
I'm backing out of the deal.
Nobody welches on me, Phil.
Not even you!
I didn't say I was
going to welch, Meyer.
You just said you were
backing out of the deal.
That's right.
I don't get it!
Will you let me finish?
All right, finish!
This job I'm going
to do for nothing.
For nothing?
That's right.
I'm not going to take a nickel.
Not for my transportation
from New Orleans or this suite
or that lobster or
that cup of coffee
which you still haven't touched.
I pay for everything,
just for the pleasure
of killing this gunsmith
right under Ness' nose.
Ness... the big Fed.
The big Fed that
put Al in the jail.
Nobody could
do it, but he did it!
And I'm going to rub out this
gunsmith right under Ness' nose.
How're you gonna do it?
Your little man is making
me a silencer, huh?
It doesn't make a peep.
Now, Ness is tailing
him day and night.
Now, when your little
man gives me the gun,
we go out to celebrate.
We have a few drinks.
Your little man
starts getting loaded,
and Ness is right on our tail.
I take your little man
into a speakeasy.
We have a few more.
Ness follows us
right into the speak.
Now, your little man is
really getting loaded now.
He's stoned! He
can hardly sit up.
I take the silencer,
I hold it under the
table, and... pow!
Your little man
falls on the table.
Now, Ness is
watching us all the time.
He doesn't hear a shot.
He knows I'm not sitting
close enough to your little man
to put a blade into him, uh...
We're drinking out of the same
bottle so I couldn't poison him.
Now, Ness has got to think
that your little man passed out.
I leave...
and there's nothing
he can prove.
It's perfect, Phil.
There's only one thing, Meyer.
You gotta set up the speak.
Not one of your places.
And you got to arrange
it so that everyone
is let in that night.
Do you think you
can do that, Meyer?
Sure, it's easy.
You can use Willie Puloni's
Club, The Green Cat.
That's fine.
I've gotten 89 guys, Meyer.
That's a lot of hits.
And some, let me tell you,
they-they were beautiful hits.
But this one, ah...
is my masterpiece.
I get the gunsmith right
under Ness' federal nose!
Now, won't Al get
a kick out of that
when I tell him about it, huh?
Huh?
Hello, Happy.
Hello, Kihn.
It's the last day of the month.
I've come to clean
and oil the guns.
Oh, yeah, yeah. I forgot.
Come on in.
Hello, Herman.
Hello, Meyer.
You like a little schnapps?
I better not.
Phil and I are
going out tonight.
I'll be drinking enough tonight.
Good! I'm glad you're gonna
be with somebody
on New Year's Eve.
We're not just going out
'cause it's New Year's Eve.
I gave Phil a special
gun that I made for him.
I won't take any money,
so this is his way of paying me.
But from me you take money, huh?
Business is business, Meyer,
and giving presents
is giving presents.
You've got no
complaint on either score.
Didn't I give you this
gun for Christmas?
That's the lightest gun in
the world you're holding.
I'm sorry, Herman,
I was just kidding.
This handle needs
some adjustment.
What would we do
without you, Herman?
When you get finished,
give the key to Happy.
I gotta go out now and
start checkin' things.
New Year's Eve is the
biggest take of the year.
Have a good time
tonight, Herman.
Thanks.
Happy New Year.
♪ See how they run ♪
♪ How they run... ♪
♪ They all ran
after the farm... ♪
♪ She cut off
their tails with... ♪
Happy New Year!
Looks like we're gonna usher
in the New Year at a speakeasy.
Ah... champagne!
And I don't mean
the kind that's made
in French bathtubs in Chicago.
I mean the kind
that's made in France.
Yes, sir!
A lot of his stuff
tastes terrible!
You know, it's too bad
that most of these bootleggers
don't take the same pride
in their merchandise
like you do in yours.
There aren't many people left...
who've got that kind of pride.
I got it!
This is really a
very nice place.
It's class!
Class!
You know, that cork,
it makes more noise
than your little present.
Here's to all people who
take pride in their work.
Right.
Have another.
You like music?
You have a favorite?
I love all music.
Yeah, don't you have a favorite?
My favorite music is
Chopin's "Funeral March."
Chopin's "Funeral March"?
I don't think they know it.
Hey.
Hey, come here.
Chopin...?
The "Funeral March."
Play-Play something happy.
Chopin's "Funeral March."
You feel great?
Marvelous.
You knew it.
You knew it.
Pittsburgh Phil's shot left
Herman Kihn near death,
and as the ambulance
rushed the gunsmith
to the county hospital,
Ness attempted to find out
the one thing which
could immediately finish
Wartel's reign as the czar
of Chicago's underworld.
Where does Wartel keep the gun?
He hasn't got it.
Who does?
Nobody.
I took the gun this morning...
and destroyed it.
Why?
Did he tell you to?
He doesn't even
know the gun's missing.
After you told me what
Wartel was going to do
I decided to make him suffer.
Not like this... For
a few minutes...
Suffer forever.
Meyer's a worrier.
He'll never know
where the gun is.
He'll always worry that the
police will get it and get him.
I didn't do bad for a
dead man, Mr. Ness.
I got both of them...
Phil and Meyer.
He's dead.
No, you didn't do bad.
You only got yourself killed.
He destroyed the gun.
Maybe we can still use it.
What do you mean?
Wartel doesn't know
it's been destroyed.
What do we do?
First, we find out
whether Wartel
is as big a worrier
as Kihn thought.
Look at that.
What are they talking about?
It's not here.
It's not here!
Kihn showed it to you yesterday.
He asked you about
the handle, remember?
Maybe he took it
to his shop to fix.
I had it in my hands.
It's got my fingerprints on it.
We're going to Kihn's shop.
Now? Now.
You look in the cellar.
He's worried, all right.
Now we'll really give him
something to worry about.
Well, where is he?
The papers are probably late.
Where is he?!
Look, Meyer, maybe we ought
to get out of Chicago for a while.
I ain't runnin' nowhere.
Where is that useless slob?
What took you so long?
I don't print 'em.
Slob.
They ain't got nothing.
What did he do with the gun?
What?
When's the edition
hit the newsstands?
About five minutes.
We can expect
Wartel's call within ten.
Come on, come on, hurry up.
Pay him.
Here.
You think they have it?
How do I know?
Even if they do,
that professor'll
have to check the gun
out up at Northwestern.
They'll have an army up there.
So, I'll keep the
army here in Chicago.
Get me some nose drops.
Adcock speaking.
You remember Michael Shaw?
Who is this?
You liked him, didn't you?
Who is this?
Did you like Shaw?
Yes.
Good.
Because tomorrow night,
you're going to meet him.
You understand?
He called right on the minute.
What did he say?
He threatened me.
He said what happened to Shaw
is going to happen
to me tomorrow night.
Lee, get over to Captain Dorset.
Tell him to send
every man he can get
over to the Leader
Building tomorrow night.
Make sure you, Rossi, and
Youngfellow are there, too.
Right, Eliot.
Adcock, I think we've done it.
Hey, you.
You got a sign says
the phone ain't working?
What's the matter with it?
Nothing. I don't want
anybody to be using it.
I'm expecting a call.
Sure.
I'm gonna close soon, Mister.
You got anything better to do?
No, sir.
Fry me a couple of eggs.
Right.
Over easy. Right.
Hey, wait a minute.
Ain't you got no butter?
Sure.
Well, don't use that junk.
Fry 'em with butter.
Yeah?
They're pulling up now.
It looks like the whole police
force and all of Ness' men, too.
Good.
Congratulations, Wartel.
You get your diploma tonight.
You ain't got nothing on me.
The jury will decide
what you're doing here.
You're wasting your time, Ness.
Turn around.
Put your hands against the wall.
Yes?
Hello, Bill?
Eliot, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Is there still time to
make the late edition?
Yes.
Good.
I've got a story for you.
dollar more than $25,000.
This job I'm going
to do for nothing.
For nothing?
You know, I've
gotten 89 guys, Meyer.
That's a lot of hits.
And some, let me tell
you, were beautiful hits.
But this one... this
one is my masterpiece.
I get the gunsmith
right under Ness's federal nose.
Tonight's episode...
Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.
Costarring Robert Middleton,
George Voskovec,
and Bruce Gordon.
With special guest
star, Rip Torn.
And narrated by Walter Winchell.
With the conviction
and jailing of Al Capone,
the richest plum of
the Capone empire,
the operation of the
speakeasies and the breweries
in the heart of Chicago
was split into two parts.
The speakeasies were
acquired by Meyer Wartel.
Wartel was a Capone lieutenant.
Distinguishing
characteristics: killer...
and hypochondriac.
Cover your nose when
you sneeze, you slob.
The breweries and distilleries
were acquired by Carl Positan.
Positan, too, was a
Capone lieutenant.
Distinguishing
characteristic: killer.
In a bold effort to take
over the entire operation,
Positan had withheld
the whiskey and beer
which Wartel needed
to run his speakeasies.
As a result, the
number of speakeasies
flourishing in
Illinois' largest city
dropped to an
all-time Prohibition low.
The tremendous loss
in speakeasy revenue
brought Frank Nitti,
Capone's collector,
face to face with Meyer Wartel.
Candy stores take in more.
You can't run
speaks without booze.
I don't want to hear no excuses.
Excuses ain't money...
Only money is money!
But, Positan...
I ain't interested
in your stories.
He ain't supplying me, Frank.
Well, that's your
business, not mine.
My only business is collecting.
All right, Frank,
I'll take care of it.
Meyer, you're always
worrying about your health.
Well, for the sake
of your health,
you better take
care of it... and soon.
Come here.
Get on the phone,
close all our speaks.
Close 'em?
I want Positan to
think he's got us.
It's beginning to add up, Bill.
How about State Street, Rico?
More of the same.
Every speakeasy in
the area is closed up.
What do you think
it means, Eliot?
It means we'd better
hang on to our hats.
Either Wartel or Positan
is gonna blow the
lid off this town.
The date was December 9, 1931.
Wartel's men, led
by Happy Levinsky,
arrived at the Kiyope Hotel,
the headquarters
of Carl Positan.
Positan here?
No.
I got a message for him.
He ain't here.
Can I leave the
message with you?
Now, what do you
think I'm here for?
What's the message?
This is an important message.
You got any idea how important
messages are announced?
Look, mister, I'm busy...
You got a message or not?
You got time, sonny,
you got nothing but time.
Now, don't move.
You move, it'll be the
last time you move, ever.
I'm only a clerk.
I know.
And you take messages.
Ain't that right?
Yeah.
And I asked you if you knew
how important
messages are announced.
I don't know.
With a salute.
With a 21-gun salute.
Now, we ain't got
21 guns with us,
but we'll make up
for it with the noise.
Now, you come out
of there, sonny. Slow.
That's too fast... Sonny.
That's better.
Okay.
That was the salute.
Now here's the message.
You tell Positan this here's
a present from Meyer Wartel.
It don't work.
But Meyer's got 50 that do work.
P.S. Tell Positan
Meyer thanks him
for the breweries.
You got the message?
So long, sonny.
Anybody hurt?
They didn't shoot at anybody,
just the walls and furniture.
This is hard to believe.
I've never seen so many
machine guns in my life.
There must've been
a couple dozen of 'em.
They've got an arsenal, Eliot.
Just look over here.
At least Positan had
the brains to clear out.
He couldn't stand up
against this firepower.
How about telling my paper
what this all adds up to, Ness.
Mr. Shaw, this doesn't
look like a likely place for it,
but there was a coronation
here this morning.
Yeah? Who got the crown?
Meyer Wartel.
Flush with his bloodless
coup over Carl Positan,
Wartel reopened his speakeasies
and began to operate the
breweries and distilleries
which were the
spoils of his victory.
And once again, Eliot Ness
led his men against them.
In addition, the
crusading Chicago Leader
continued its unrelenting
battle against crime.
What does he think
he's doing, huh?
I want to pay a visit to
this newspaper editor.
Easy, Meyer.
It's tough to start
up with a newspaper.
Who says so?
If I listened to you, I'd be
running errands for Positan.
What'd you tell me when I told
you I was gonna push him out
and take over the
breweries, huh?
"Easy, Meyer."
Okay, what do you want me to do?
I'll do.
You just come
with me, huh? I'll do.
The press room's
in the basement.
Get going.
We go to 15. Yeah.
What is this? Who are you?
You're always
writing about me...
I thought it was time we met.
Wartel.
Get up.
Now, look, if you
think you can come in...
Close the window... it's drafty.
You should be careful...
You're liable to catch cold.
You're liable to
catch a lot of things
if you don't stop printing
the kind of stories
you've been printing.
Get out of here.
That's not a nice way to talk.
Not to a guy who come
all the way over here
to give you an exclusive story.
Tonight...
the press room of
the... Chicago Leader...
was smashed to bits by
some unhappy readers.
You wouldn't dare!
I already dared, Mr. Editor.
My boys are down there now.
Call, find out.
Go on, call!
Just make sure you
only call the press room.
Press room.
Hello, Willy?
Who is this?
Give me that.
This is Meyer.
Tell this guy what his
press room looks like.
You'll pay for this.
I'm paying for
nothing, Mr. Editor.
I'm collecting!
I'm collecting your word
you'll play ball and lay off.
'Cause if you don't,
next time we visit
your newspaper,
it won't be the printing
machines we'll be smashing.
You understand?
He's finished.
Wipe off the typewriter keys,
and the window.
Get the phone, too.
What's so funny?
I was just wondering if I ought
to call the Obituary Department.
The bullet itself
doesn't tell us much,
except the uniformity
of the rifling marks
indicates a finely
tooled weapon.
However, the cartridge case
you found in Shaw's office
is quite another story.
The gun was an automatic.
The clip marks confirm that.
Conventional .45 caliber?
Yes. The caliber's
the only thing
that's conventional
about this weapon.
Why do you say that?
Well, first of all, notice
the exact centering
of the striker on
the face of the case.
I doubt that it's off
more than a millimeter.
Now, this...
is a particle of scraping
I found on the case.
It's an aluminum alloy.
Aluminum?
That's unusual, isn't it?
I'd say it's almost unique.
Aluminum itself is highly
impractical for firearms
because it loses its strength
at 600 degrees Fahrenheit.
It is possible, I suppose,
that a high-strength
aluminum alloy could be used
in the making of an
exceedingly light weapon,
though it would certainly have
to be the work of an artisan.
In other words, the
gun was handmade.
Yes. And brilliantly made.
Judging from the craftsmanship,
it could be very nearly perfect.
A perfect weapon.
There were three
master gunsmiths
licensed with the
Chicago police.
All three were
capable of making guns
from the raw metal
to the finished weapon.
We don't make guns anymore.
We just sell them
and repair them.
I have a friend who said
he had a gun made by Berg.
Well, he must have a
gun that my father made.
I've never made a gun.
You buy a gun, I'll make
modifications for you.
That's the best I can do.
No, thanks... I want a
gun that's all handmade.
Thank you.
At the second shop,
Frank Ludlum agreed
to make Ness a gun,
but not an automatic.
He could make a single-shot
weapon and nothing more.
But at the third shop...
What do you mean,
"make me a gun"?
I have a permit. I
keep a gun at home
for protection against burglars,
but I don't like the feel
of the guns you can buy.
I've had three gunsmiths
recommended to me,
and you're one of them.
Who are the other two?
Frank Ludlum and Walter Berg.
Ah! Berg...
Berg couldn't make
you a rattle for a baby.
His father, ah, he was a master,
but not Berg.
You can't turn this
kind of business
over from father to son.
The son may have the same
name, but not the same hands.
What about Ludlum?
He's all right... up to a point.
This is one of Ludlum's guns.
I'm fixing it.
The mechanism is a good one,
but it leaves a great
deal to be desired. Here.
Notice anything unusual?
Seems all right to me.
It's out of balance.
The barrel is much too long
for the weight of the stock.
If you couldn't tell
that, you don't need me.
You can buy a ready-made gun.
Or get Ludlum to make you one.
No, I think you're
the man I want.
Ludlum only makes single-shots.
Can you make me an automatic?
I can make anything.
But what was
Ness doing in there?
I don't know.
When he left, you didn't
talk to Kihn, did you?
No.
Good.
It could be nothing, Meyer.
Nothing? Call Al in stir
and ask him if Ness
means "nothing."
There's too much steam in here.
You want me to bring Kihn here?
No. You keep a
million miles from him.
Ow!
I can't turn this heat down.
The plumbers must get
a cut from the doctors.
What are we gonna do about Kihn?
We're gonna give all the
other gunsmiths in Chicago
less competition.
He's served his purpose.
We needed machine
guns... He made them for us.
I've been thinking...
Even before this Ness
business come up...
I was thinking...
if he could make
machine guns for us,
he could just as easily
make 'em for anybody else.
I'll take care of it.
No. No, Happy, not you.
Who knows? The feds
may be on him day and night.
No, this... this has gotta
be a real special job.
Call Pittsburgh Phil.
The high executioner of
the United States underworld
was Harry Strauss,
known as Pittsburgh Phil.
I look around this
room, I say to myself,
"There's a pretty
good hitter here."
Happy Levinsky is no punk.
Why does Meyer call me in?
He calls me in because
a good hitter is not enough
for this particular job.
This hit has got
to be guaranteed.
Guaranteed, and
no possible suspicion
drawn to Meyer.
Am I right?
Sure, Phil, you're
right, but... $25,000?
You want a cheap
price, there are cheap...
Take it easy, Phil.
Sit down. Sit!
I've never paid more than
five G's for a hit before.
I've never had the pleasure
of hitting for you, Meyer.
$10,000.
I didn't come up here
from New Orleans
to quibble about dollars. I
came up here to do a job,
a job that will
cost you $25,000.
All right. All right.
$25,000.
You sign on the bottom line.
When the deal
is done, I get paid.
Whadda ya mean, sign?
All it says is "For Services."
Now, you fill in
the price and sign.
Why should I?
I don't tell you how to run
your business. Don't tell me how
to run mine.
Eh.
Whose death warrant
are you signing?
Herman Kihn.
A gunsmith over
on Boygan Avenue.
He did work for you?
He still does.
Then this is going to
be a surprise party?
How're you gonna do it?
First, I'll examine the patient.
Then I'll know what
medicine to use.
The brutal murder
of Michael Shaw
did not stop the Leader's
attacks on Chicago's hoodlums.
William Adcock, the new
editor of the Chicago Leader,
continued in his
mentor's footsteps
and directed the newspaper's
war against Meyer Wartel.
And on December 19,
1931, Wartel retaliated
with a vicious citywide
attack on the Leader.
Responding to an
urgent call from Adcock,
Eliot Ness and Lee Hobson
headed for the Leader building.
Newsboys beaten
up, trucks burned,
newsstands destroyed.
It's happening all over
town, Mr. Ness, all over town!
Editorial.
I know.
I'd like you to lay off Wartel
for a while, Mr. Adcock.
You can't tell me to lay off.
I'm not telling you
anything. I'm asking you.
You keep hitting Wartel,
he'll keep hitting back.
How many policemen
will it take to protect
all your newsboys,
news trucks, newsstands?
At least half the force.
If you pull half the force
off the regular assignments,
what do you wind up with? Chaos!
Wouldn't it be worth the
gamble if we got Wartel?
Wartel's smart.
He's hiring these
hoods out of town.
Even if the police
pick up a couple,
there's no way of tying
them in with Wartel.
It won't be for long, Adcock.
All right, Mr. Ness.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Well... Can I do
something for you?
I think Meyer called you
and told you I was coming over.
Are you Pittsburgh Phil?
That's right.
This is a real pleasure.
What can I do for you?
You just did it.
Hmm?
I just wanted to shake
the hand of a gunsmith
who can do your kind of work.
Coming from you, I consider
that a genuine compliment.
I hope you will
not think I'm nosey,
but what kind of gun do you use?
I never use a gun.
Why not?
Well, two reasons.
Number one, they're too noisy.
And number two... Yes.
They're perfecting
a way to trace guns.
Have you got a few minutes?
Sure.
I want you to come down
with me to, to my workroom.
I think you will
find this exciting.
Did Meyer show you one of these?
Yeah.
Did you shoot it?
No.
Here.
This way.
Go ahead.
Feel how cool it is.
Feel it.
Like holding an ice cube, huh?
Ah, that's, that's great.
That's very good.
I have been working on a
gun that I'd like you to have.
Ah, you do great work, Kihn,
but like I said, I
never use them.
This one you'll use.
Shoot.
Go on.
They stopped making
silencers in 1929.
There was too much public
pressure against them.
They were never
really perfected anyway,
not like this one.
They made quite a bit of noise
and you had to put a bulky
attachment on the muzzle.
Take a look at... my fitting.
Is that all you do day and
night? You work on guns?
Just about. I love it.
Ah, no time for fun, huh?
Oh, I have fun, too.
I go to the movies
three times a week.
That so?
There's a movie house
just two blocks from here
that changes a double feature
every Monday,
Wednesday and Friday.
And you go every Monday,
Wednesday, Friday?
Like clockwork.
Wow!
In your own way
you're just as much
of a craftsman as I am.
To you I would give such a gun.
Thank you.
I have to make just a
few minor adjustments.
It'll take a few days.
Will you be in town?
Oh, yeah.
On business?
On business.
And now, back to
The Untouchables.
Anything?
I don't know.
A few hours ago a man walked in
and Kihn locked
the place up tight.
Then, about an hour
later, the man left.
Recognize him?
No.
Kihn's still in there.
Let's start checking out this
gunsmith around the clock.
I'll take over, Lee.
Right.
♪ ♪
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Boo!
We want the movie...
Mr. Ness?
Yes?
I'm Pittsburgh Phil.
Pittsburgh Phil's bold
announcement of his presence
in Chicago to Eliot Ness
was his way of telling Ness
that he had come
to Chicago to kill,
and there was nothing
Ness could do about it.
Your gun isn't
ready yet, mister.
I told you it would be
at least three weeks.
I'm not here to
talk about the gun.
What do you want?
You're a dead man, Kihn.
A dead man?
My name is Ness.
I'm a federal agent.
Meyer Wartel is going
to have you killed.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'm talking about
saving your life.
Wartel wants you dead.
You made a gun
for him, didn't you?
An automatic with
aluminum alloy parts?
Didn't you?
No.
For your own good, you'd
better stop lying to me, Kihn.
Wartel used that gun to
kill a newspaper editor.
Now you're on the list.
You must have come to
the wrong gunsmith, mister.
You went to the movies
last night, didn't you?
Don't bother denying
it. I followed you there.
Do you know a man
named Phil? Pittsburgh Phil?
No.
He knows you.
He was sitting right
behind you in the movies.
I think he would have
killed you last night
if the film hadn't split.
He saw me when
the lights went on
and he didn't go
through with it.
Now will you cooperate?
I have nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
You're proud of
that, aren't you?
The code of the
bums, lips sealed tight.
You stick to that code
and your lips are going
to be sealed forever.
And if I talk,
Mr. Ness, then what?
You'll put me in jail.
And if they don't
kill me in court
or on my way to
the penitentiary,
one morning the guard
will find me dead in my cell.
You said it before.
I'm a dead man.
Your gun will be
ready next week.
If I were you, Mr. Kihn,
I wouldn't promise
anything for next week.
Kihn could be gambling
that Wartel will have
a change of heart.
I hope he had the
foresight to make out a will.
Do you think Pittsburgh Phil
still has the contract?
It's hard to tell.
Let's tail him for
awhile, just in case.
Rico, you stay with Wartel.
Bill, you take
Levinsky. I'll take Kihn.
Maybe we can break
this party up in time
to stick Wartel with the check.
It's open.
Hello, Meyer.
Hello, Phil.
Hello, Happy.
Phil.
Is it finished?
Sit down.
Is he dead?
Have some coffee.
Go wash it out.
Well?
You're worried
about your little man,
aren't you, Meyer?
I'm paying you, so I'll
ask all the questions, huh?
Is he dead?
You know, Al used to call
you the "Worry Wart-el."
I didn't ask you
what Al used to say.
I asked you if the
gunsmith was dead!
I went to the movies
last night, Meyer.
What do I care?!
Kihn went to the movies, too.
He goes to the movies every
Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
The movie seats
are two inches thick.
This blade is ten inches.
That means, if you push this
blade through a two-inch seat
and there is somebody
sitting in that seat,
eight inches of steel
goes into the body.
He's dead.
He's supposed
to be, but he's not.
What happened?
Something lucky for me
and something lucky
for the gunsmith.
The film broke and
the lights went on.
Do you know who I saw
when the lights went on?
Huh?
Eliot Ness.
Eliot Ness was sitting
two rows behind me.
Now, you didn't tell me
Ness was tailing
the gunsmith, Meyer.
What difference does it make?
It makes a big difference.
I'm not paying you a
dollar more than $25,000!
Oh, you're not paying
$25,000 for this job.
I got a contract with you!
I'm backing out of the deal.
Nobody welches on me, Phil.
Not even you!
I didn't say I was
going to welch, Meyer.
You just said you were
backing out of the deal.
That's right.
I don't get it!
Will you let me finish?
All right, finish!
This job I'm going
to do for nothing.
For nothing?
That's right.
I'm not going to take a nickel.
Not for my transportation
from New Orleans or this suite
or that lobster or
that cup of coffee
which you still haven't touched.
I pay for everything,
just for the pleasure
of killing this gunsmith
right under Ness' nose.
Ness... the big Fed.
The big Fed that
put Al in the jail.
Nobody could
do it, but he did it!
And I'm going to rub out this
gunsmith right under Ness' nose.
How're you gonna do it?
Your little man is making
me a silencer, huh?
It doesn't make a peep.
Now, Ness is tailing
him day and night.
Now, when your little
man gives me the gun,
we go out to celebrate.
We have a few drinks.
Your little man
starts getting loaded,
and Ness is right on our tail.
I take your little man
into a speakeasy.
We have a few more.
Ness follows us
right into the speak.
Now, your little man is
really getting loaded now.
He's stoned! He
can hardly sit up.
I take the silencer,
I hold it under the
table, and... pow!
Your little man
falls on the table.
Now, Ness is
watching us all the time.
He doesn't hear a shot.
He knows I'm not sitting
close enough to your little man
to put a blade into him, uh...
We're drinking out of the same
bottle so I couldn't poison him.
Now, Ness has got to think
that your little man passed out.
I leave...
and there's nothing
he can prove.
It's perfect, Phil.
There's only one thing, Meyer.
You gotta set up the speak.
Not one of your places.
And you got to arrange
it so that everyone
is let in that night.
Do you think you
can do that, Meyer?
Sure, it's easy.
You can use Willie Puloni's
Club, The Green Cat.
That's fine.
I've gotten 89 guys, Meyer.
That's a lot of hits.
And some, let me tell you,
they-they were beautiful hits.
But this one, ah...
is my masterpiece.
I get the gunsmith right
under Ness' federal nose!
Now, won't Al get
a kick out of that
when I tell him about it, huh?
Huh?
Hello, Happy.
Hello, Kihn.
It's the last day of the month.
I've come to clean
and oil the guns.
Oh, yeah, yeah. I forgot.
Come on in.
Hello, Herman.
Hello, Meyer.
You like a little schnapps?
I better not.
Phil and I are
going out tonight.
I'll be drinking enough tonight.
Good! I'm glad you're gonna
be with somebody
on New Year's Eve.
We're not just going out
'cause it's New Year's Eve.
I gave Phil a special
gun that I made for him.
I won't take any money,
so this is his way of paying me.
But from me you take money, huh?
Business is business, Meyer,
and giving presents
is giving presents.
You've got no
complaint on either score.
Didn't I give you this
gun for Christmas?
That's the lightest gun in
the world you're holding.
I'm sorry, Herman,
I was just kidding.
This handle needs
some adjustment.
What would we do
without you, Herman?
When you get finished,
give the key to Happy.
I gotta go out now and
start checkin' things.
New Year's Eve is the
biggest take of the year.
Have a good time
tonight, Herman.
Thanks.
Happy New Year.
♪ See how they run ♪
♪ How they run... ♪
♪ They all ran
after the farm... ♪
♪ She cut off
their tails with... ♪
Happy New Year!
Looks like we're gonna usher
in the New Year at a speakeasy.
Ah... champagne!
And I don't mean
the kind that's made
in French bathtubs in Chicago.
I mean the kind
that's made in France.
Yes, sir!
A lot of his stuff
tastes terrible!
You know, it's too bad
that most of these bootleggers
don't take the same pride
in their merchandise
like you do in yours.
There aren't many people left...
who've got that kind of pride.
I got it!
This is really a
very nice place.
It's class!
Class!
You know, that cork,
it makes more noise
than your little present.
Here's to all people who
take pride in their work.
Right.
Have another.
You like music?
You have a favorite?
I love all music.
Yeah, don't you have a favorite?
My favorite music is
Chopin's "Funeral March."
Chopin's "Funeral March"?
I don't think they know it.
Hey.
Hey, come here.
Chopin...?
The "Funeral March."
Play-Play something happy.
Chopin's "Funeral March."
You feel great?
Marvelous.
You knew it.
You knew it.
Pittsburgh Phil's shot left
Herman Kihn near death,
and as the ambulance
rushed the gunsmith
to the county hospital,
Ness attempted to find out
the one thing which
could immediately finish
Wartel's reign as the czar
of Chicago's underworld.
Where does Wartel keep the gun?
He hasn't got it.
Who does?
Nobody.
I took the gun this morning...
and destroyed it.
Why?
Did he tell you to?
He doesn't even
know the gun's missing.
After you told me what
Wartel was going to do
I decided to make him suffer.
Not like this... For
a few minutes...
Suffer forever.
Meyer's a worrier.
He'll never know
where the gun is.
He'll always worry that the
police will get it and get him.
I didn't do bad for a
dead man, Mr. Ness.
I got both of them...
Phil and Meyer.
He's dead.
No, you didn't do bad.
You only got yourself killed.
He destroyed the gun.
Maybe we can still use it.
What do you mean?
Wartel doesn't know
it's been destroyed.
What do we do?
First, we find out
whether Wartel
is as big a worrier
as Kihn thought.
Look at that.
What are they talking about?
It's not here.
It's not here!
Kihn showed it to you yesterday.
He asked you about
the handle, remember?
Maybe he took it
to his shop to fix.
I had it in my hands.
It's got my fingerprints on it.
We're going to Kihn's shop.
Now? Now.
You look in the cellar.
He's worried, all right.
Now we'll really give him
something to worry about.
Well, where is he?
The papers are probably late.
Where is he?!
Look, Meyer, maybe we ought
to get out of Chicago for a while.
I ain't runnin' nowhere.
Where is that useless slob?
What took you so long?
I don't print 'em.
Slob.
They ain't got nothing.
What did he do with the gun?
What?
When's the edition
hit the newsstands?
About five minutes.
We can expect
Wartel's call within ten.
Come on, come on, hurry up.
Pay him.
Here.
You think they have it?
How do I know?
Even if they do,
that professor'll
have to check the gun
out up at Northwestern.
They'll have an army up there.
So, I'll keep the
army here in Chicago.
Get me some nose drops.
Adcock speaking.
You remember Michael Shaw?
Who is this?
You liked him, didn't you?
Who is this?
Did you like Shaw?
Yes.
Good.
Because tomorrow night,
you're going to meet him.
You understand?
He called right on the minute.
What did he say?
He threatened me.
He said what happened to Shaw
is going to happen
to me tomorrow night.
Lee, get over to Captain Dorset.
Tell him to send
every man he can get
over to the Leader
Building tomorrow night.
Make sure you, Rossi, and
Youngfellow are there, too.
Right, Eliot.
Adcock, I think we've done it.
Hey, you.
You got a sign says
the phone ain't working?
What's the matter with it?
Nothing. I don't want
anybody to be using it.
I'm expecting a call.
Sure.
I'm gonna close soon, Mister.
You got anything better to do?
No, sir.
Fry me a couple of eggs.
Right.
Over easy. Right.
Hey, wait a minute.
Ain't you got no butter?
Sure.
Well, don't use that junk.
Fry 'em with butter.
Yeah?
They're pulling up now.
It looks like the whole police
force and all of Ness' men, too.
Good.
Congratulations, Wartel.
You get your diploma tonight.
You ain't got nothing on me.
The jury will decide
what you're doing here.
You're wasting your time, Ness.
Turn around.
Put your hands against the wall.
Yes?
Hello, Bill?
Eliot, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Is there still time to
make the late edition?
Yes.
Good.
I've got a story for you.