The Untouchables (1959–1963): Season 3, Episode 12 - Fall Guy - full transcript

I guess you're right...
Things change in ten years.

But the women...
They don't change.

They look just as good.

Yeah.

I'm coming back, Lefty.

You can do it.

If anybody can, you can do it.

Right.

Let's get this
dust off our feet.

I wanna meet people.

Come on, wake up in here!



Wake up!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Herschel Bernardi,

Don Gordon, and Robert Emhardt.

With special guest
star Jay C. Flippen.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In October 1932, Al
Capone was jailed.

As the cell slammed
shut, vicious wolf packs

began to bite off small
hunks of the Windy City.

One of them, a forerunner
of Murder Incorporated,

was headed by
Francis James Gruder.

His contracts for death

threatened to stop all
Canadian imports and exports.



Whose every move
broke a federal law.

Frankie Gruder... 11
arrests, no convictions.

A specialist in a business

where you were only
allowed one mistake.

♪ ♪

Ness!

Hold it, Frankie.

Well, he got off the hook.

How far can he swim?

In another part of the city,

another underworld figure
was trying a different angle.

Julius Albert Vernon,
"The Bookkeeper,"

was trying to beat
the stock market.

September sugar, 45,
November wheat, nine.

It's getting late, Julie.

Every night this week.

Ruthie's getting sore.

So who asked you
to marry my sister?

September sugar, 45,
November wheat, nine.

Thought Ruthie
was waiting for you.

Why don't you go home?

It might be a friend...
Somebody we know.

Friends don't knock on alley
doors at 1:00 in the morning.

Good night, Sid.

Good night, Julie.

I'm hot, Julie.

I'm freezing, but I'm hot.

Why me?

I did you a favor.

You owe me.

That makes me a friend.

That was four years ago.

I squeezed the trigger for you.

All it cost you was a
lousy handful of flowers.

Ness... he jumped me and
three of my boys tonight.

Some canary must have sang.

All right, what do you want?

Ten grand,

a place to hide and a
way to get out of town.

Don't you get
paid for your jobs?

Well, sure.

25 grand for that politician,
ten for the stevedore.

But you know how it is.

You can't be seen collecting it.

All I can give you is money.

Goodbye, Frankie.

I can't move, Julie.

The town's alive.

Everybody I know is asleep.

Oh, no. You got one friend.

He stays up late every night.

Thanks, Julie.

I run out of friends
quick tonight, eh?

Face it, Frankie.

You ran out of friends
the day you were born.

Frankie Gruder's at
the head of our list.

You know that, Jim.

Sure, Eliot.

Three hours now, not a whisper.

For a bunch of pros, we look
like Major Bowes Amateur Hour.

Sure, Eliot. Is that all you
can give me, "Sure, Eliot"?

I'd rather have more men.

Can't you transfer
a squad from traffic?

I have over half the
Chicago police on prowl.

If he can be found,
they'll find him.

Eliot?

I just checked with
Rico and Bill... nothing.

Looks like your boys don't
have any ouija boards either.

Look, uh, why don't we
both back off just a bit.

Sure.

The third man in
the chain reaction

set off by the brutal
killing of the longshoreman

was hard at work in an
unusual office on State Street.

He was a fixer, a contact man,

a guy with a remarkable memory.

His office hours,
12:00 to 3:00 a.m.

Price, reasonable.

Result, guaranteed.

Janus "Willie" Wilinsky.

Nails polished.

Clean behind the ears.

You come a long way, Willie.

Long enough to be
called "Mr. Wilinsky."

I've got a job for you
in Buffalo, New York.

You get the train
tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.

Find a man named
Rankin in Compartment C.

How big a job?

A factory.

Pays five grand.

I get my 500 after you collect.

I'll bring my own matches.

And make it look good.

Only don't hang around
to admire your work.

I got Frankie Gruder.

So let go of him.

I'm not here to
buy advice, Willie.

And Ness has got this
whole town jumping.

He's even got the blue
boys hopping for him.

Do you know anybody
who can get him out of town?

And I know somebody
who can bring him back:

Ness.

Frankie Gruder is a
very important man.

So why let him go to jail?

He only goes if
Ness catches him.

I say make everybody happy.

Even Ness.

That night, a man
named Larry Croft,

unaccountably confessed
to the killing of the stevedore.

The following day,
November 8, 1932,

the Depression-battered
Croft appeared

in a routine lineup at a
Division Street precinct.

Observing him
were two stevedores,

who stated they had
witnessed the killing.

That's him, uh,

the last man there, far right.

Are you positive now?

I'll never forget that face.

You've got remarkable eyesight.

All right, you two
can get out of here.

All right, that's all.

Croft?

Yeah? Why?

What do you mean "why"?

Confessing to a murder
you didn't commit.

Well, look, Officer, I...

I ain't ever killed
anybody before in my life.

I'm sure sorry about this now.

I did it.

I got to take my medicine.

Don't choke on it.

And he signed the confession.

Tear it up. It's a phony.
The two eyewitnesses?

I don't care if you get
the whole Sixth Regiment.

Johnson.

Yes, sir, I'll be, I'll
be over right away.

The D.A. requests the
pleasure of my company.

I think he's going
to congratulate me.

You're being taken, Johnson.

Just bring in Gruder on a
charge that will hold up in court.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Somebody set Croft up to this.

Frankie Gruder?

He's not smart enough.

Well, he's smart enough
to keep out of sight.

Wait'll the jury comes in.

The minute Croft is sentenced,

Frankie'll come crawling
out of his rat hole.

When he does,
we'll put a tail on him.

Night and day. I want
him double-teamed.

I want to know who's doing
the thinking for Frankie Gruder.

The trial of Larry
Croft went quickly,

but not too quickly for Willie
Wilinsky and Julie Vernon,

who could only await
word of the verdict.

Is it over?

Just like Willie
said, "one to 14."

Beautiful!

And while the judge
is saying "one to 14,"

I'm looking at
Larry Croft and even

he's got a smile on his face.

With 25 grand in his
pocket, he can afford to smile.

Get a laugh out of Ness?

Don't joke about Ness.

We were three to one.

You fixed things pretty good.

I don't forget.

Willie, I owe you one.

I hope I never need
your kind of favor.

Well, you never know, you know?

You couldn't do business
with a better firm, Willie.

He's the best.

Like you or me.

Well, in that case,
I'll split a cab with you.

You got a deal. Boys?

You know, we work
very well together.

Yeah?

Life is mathematics.

Music, books...
everything is mathematics.

Numbers: get the right
combination and you can't lose.

Yeah.

Hey, you know... you know,
there's one thing I learned.

No matter how
good or bad you are,

a loner don't live long.

And he always dies poor.

We're loners. We're good.

Not good, the best.

Yeah, but we're always
on somebody's payroll.

I mean, they hire
us, they fire us,

but we never get a
piece of the action.

You mean a
corporation of our own?

Sure, us three.

I mean, why not?

The three of us.

Each guy does his own special
job and we split three ways.

We licked Ness.

We could lick anybody, Julie.

Together, we could be a big man.

Willie... Frankie...

together we could be a giant.

Working 15 hours a
day, seven days a week,

Julie Vernon examined
the financial statements

of every major retail
business in Chicago.

Purpose: extortion.

But to Julie, the
figures didn't add up.

Lousy.

What do you mean, it's lousy?

You put up the figures yourself.

And I looked at them myself.

I certainly came up with
the right numbers, didn't I?

Well, if they're the
right numbers, then...

For somebody else,
not for us. Not for us.

Oh, Julie.

In other words,
what you're saying is

we're not going to take
over any of the businesses

like you have on the
blackboard. Right?

That's right. That's
what I figured.

We got to move fast.
We got to travel light.

Like a boxer, like Barney Ross.

Let somebody else
do the dirty work.

We got to hire. Pay off. Fire.

Move on.

With my contacts?

And your gun.

What do you say we go
into the "people" business?

People, on a big scale.

Special jobs, tricky
jobs, impossible jobs.

We find the right people,
handle the whole job on contract.

That sounds good, but
where would we start?

Names... we need names,
Willie; a lot of names.

Torch men, fuse men,
acid men, trigger men.

You've got to find the names
from anywhere, everywhere.

Just see who's available.

Well, for what? I got to
know what kind of jobs.

Just find the names.

I'll find the jobs.

And you see that they get done.

We're going to be an
employment agency.

Deal.

Willie and Frankie just left.

Bill's on them.

What about Vernon?

He didn't come out.

Thanks.

It's open.

Hello, Julie.

It's been a long time, Mr. Ness.

It's nice to know you
remember old friends.

I thought maybe you'd be
too busy with your new ones.

New ones?

Wilinsky and Gruder.

You keeping their books, Julie?

Well, they drop
in for some advice.

We're investing money together.

Uh-huh.

Barber shops, grocery
stores, drug stores...

Drug stores or the
narcotics they carry?

The sale of narcotics is
illegal without a license.

You never did look like
the grocery store type, Julie.

You're right. I'm not.

But let me show you something.

Food stores are a very
good investment right now.

As you can see, we're
in a growing economy.

Now, the bigger the population,
the more they have to eat.

If you've saved some money,

I'd be very glad to let
you in on some things.

I'll bet.

Well, why don't you come in
and talk? I'd be happy to see you.

If I come in and talk,
you won't be happy.

Investing?

You get three heads
like that together,

it's got to come up
something illegal.

Smells a little like extortion.

I wonder if extortion is
dirty enough for them.

Three days later, the
triumvirate rented office space

on the South Side, and opened

the "National Personnel
Services, Incorporated".

Assets: the wits
of the founders.

First client: slot
machine king Pete Gort.

You know the boys, Pete?

Hi, Pete.

Willie. Frank.

I don't get it.
What's your cover?

We're strictly legitimate.
We really work in personnel.

Have a seat. Come on, Pete.

No thanks.

Let's say, uh, Frank
Nitti needs 50 waiters.

We supply them.

Charlie Crosset needs a dozen
drivers for his flower shops.

We get them.

We keep records and pay taxes.

Listen, Julie, I got
me a warehouse.

The trucks take the
slot machines right to it.

Unload easy as pie.

All of a sudden, Ness
is hanging around.

So, move.

So, move? Just like that?

You got another place?

Sure.

But it's over on the North Side.

What's the address?

It's behind 230
North Grant Street.

Produce district.

I know, I know.

Ah. Oh, good.

One, two, three...

In six blocks is a
federal distillery.

Well, now what do I want
with a federal distillery?

And on the other side...

Ah. Elementary schoolhouse.

Eight, ten blocks.

You're a big help.

Two diversions.

Come here, I'll show you, Pete.

Come on, come on.

Here. That's your schoolhouse.

Now, an arson man
will touch that off

at, let's say, 11:00 at night.

That'll draw every available
local cop in the area.

Right?

Right. Okay.

There's your federal distillery.

Now we stage a raid.

We move in a bunch
of guns, lots of fireworks.

That takes care of the Feds.

They break every Charlie
Paddock sprint record getting there.

Right? Right.

Now, at just the right time,

your trucks roll
down the main drag

in between.

Right smack out in the open.

And we unload the
slots and that's that.

Very neat.

I want to move fast.

We'll have a
meeting on it tonight.

I'll bring my boys.

No.

You bring nobody.

Willie brings.

What do we need?

One match man
for the schoolhouse,

one fuse man, two strongarms.

Three guns for the
distillery and the drivers.

All from out of town.

Package deal, huh?

How much?

$75,000.

Okay, Julie, I'll go your way.

I'll have ten G's sent
over later tonight.

Of course, if the
job is botched...

It won't be.

Tuesday night that schoolhouse
goes up at 11:00 p.m.

Tuesday night, November 2, 1932,

a raging fire swept through

the Division Street
Elementary School,

drawing to its premises
eight fire companies

and every available
policeman in the district.

20 minutes later,

at the federal distillery
on nearby Dock Street,

the second phase of Julie's
plan was set in motion.

Hey, stupid.

Come on, hurry it up.

Come on!

His name is Connors.

He's been a guard
here for 30 years.

He took two slugs.

Eliot, the other guard's dead.

At the same time,
Agent Enrico Rossi

had been staked out
to pinpoint the location

of Pete Gort's slot
machine warehouse.

Yeah?

Pete Gort, Julie.

The trucks just pulled in.

Nobody gave them a second look.

Of course.

I want to talk
about money, Julie.

I want to change the deal.

Oh?

Well, maybe I
ought to let you talk

to one of my
associates about that.

Frankie Gruder,
you remember him.

I want to change the deal.

The $75,000... I want
to make it $80,000.

I never saw them
before in my life.

Are you sure? Positive.

You going to the
hospital to see the guard?

We just came from there.

His name is Connors...
30 years in plant protection.

He never had a chance.

He took two slugs,
one touched his spine.

He's still on the critical list.

His partner was killed outright.

It's all the same
operation, isn't it?

I mean, taking care of me,
the rush on the guards...

We found evidence of
arson at the schoolhouse.

It all ties in together.

That's pretty shrewd
for a hood like Gort.

We found the men who were
doing the thinking for Frankie Gruder.

Looks like we found the men

who were doing
the thinking for Gort.

Arson man.

Fuse man.

Gunsels.

Mechanics.

Drivers.

Your cut, Frankie.

Yours, Willie.

And mine.

Cash on hand for
operating expenses.

This is only a
starter, gentlemen.

This is only the beginning.

And now, back to...

After the success of
the Pete Gort operation,

the trio had almost more
business than it could handle.

Every prominent hoodlum
in Chicago subcontracted

the National Personnel
Service, Incorporated.

Vernon, Wilinsky, and Gruder

handled bootlegging,
narcotics, women,

robberies and even
interstate crime.

During one 30-day period,
Chicago's rate of major crime

increased over the same period

the year before
by a staggering...

108 percent.

I've got every available officer

covering the railroad terminals,

the bus depots, the airports...

Even got a roadblock
on the Milwaukee side.

But as long as they keep

importing their
hoods, we're in trouble.

I know that, Jim. We
can't catch them all.

Even a small percentage.

Who's going to recognize
an acid man from Syracuse

or a gunsel from St. Louis?

I haven't seen so
much major crime

since Capone's heyday.

Lee, I want a round-
the-clock watch

on all three of our
personnel workers.

Hound them? Hound them.

We're going to be
breathing down their necks.

Every move they make, every
place they go, every dime they spend.

Sooner or later, they're
gonna make a mistake

and I want to know about it.

The triumvirate's first mistake

was being seen on the
street with prospective clients.

The Untouchables
applied pressure,

and it was felt
almost immediately

where it hurt the most:
in their pocketbook.

Willie... I'm a
business, not a charity.

No more handouts, Lefty.

Look, Willie, not for
me... For Big Joe Hovak.

He's coming out this week.

Look, I'm not exactly a
fan of the human race.

I never heard of him.

You don't forget an
old friend like that.

He's been up for ten years.

I never heard of him.

He's coming out.

I just got word.

I don't like he should
see me like this.

You can get another arm,
like a secondhand suit.

Willie, just a couple of bucks.

He's coming out.

Get them from him.

Thanks.

This is getting to be a pain.

You still got somebody on you?

Ness and all his friends...

Customers are getting nervous.

It's hurting business.

So they tail us; so
we give 'em the shake.

So we're covered, Julie.

You figured it out for
yourself, by the numbers.

You add two and one,
it's gotta come out three.

Add Ness, it could
come out 20 years to life.

Ness, Ness... all the time Ness.

The man's got a hero complex.

He's got to put
somebody in the can.

So we give him somebody...

just like we did before.

Yeah, we set someone
up like Larry Croft.

Just in case, for insurance.

Anybody in mind?

That's Willie's job.

I'll find somebody.

Joe!

Joe!

Joe... Joe, Joe.

Oh, Joe, you...
you look wonderful!

Oh, I sure been
waiting for this.

Oh, you didn't send a
wire or call... nothing!

I met all the trains.

I must've missed you.

Where is everybody?

What do you mean?

Well, what happened?

Where is everybody?

Well, Al's in Atlanta,
you must know that.

And Jake's in prison.

Bugs, uh, he's in some hospital.

Things have changed, Joe.

Yeah, things have changed.

It's been a long time.

But what happened?

We used to have
the meetings here!

We drove the trucks in here...

This is my place, Lefty.

What happened?!

Joe, that was 10 years ago!

All right.

I guess you're right.

Things change in 10 years.

I mean, they put
a radio in your cell.

The cars look different.

But the women,
they don't change.

They look just as good.

Yeah.

I'm coming back, Lefty.

You can do it.

If anybody can, you can do it.

Come on...

Let's get this
dust off our feet.

I want to meet people.

Come on, wake up in here!

Wake up!

Come on, wake up!

Wake up in here!

Who are the guys
at the end of the bar?

They belong to Frank Nitti.

Look, Lefty, you've been on
the area around here a long time.

Is it really true that
Nitti owns Chicago?

The Enforcer's got that big?

Yeah, he's holding
the chair for Al.

Who else?

A guy by the name of Gort.

Never heard of him.

Some young punk named Crosset.

Never heard of him.

Some guys with a partnership.

Vernon, Wilinsky, and Gruder.

Willie Wilinsky? Yeah.

Him, I remember.

Keep the extras.

Thanks, boys.

Thank you a lot.

Look, you know where
my old lady lives?

Come over there tonight.

Frank Nitti's the biggest, eh?

Yeah.

Gotta drop in and see
him one of these days.

What for?

To take my town back.

I'm a Federal
officer, Mr. Connors.

I'm here to investigate the raid

on the distillery
where you worked.

Can you hear me, Mr. Connors?

Did you get a look at
the men who rushed you?

Any distinguishing features?

Could you blink your
eyes, Mr. Connors?

Twice for yes, once for no.

You understand me, Mr. Connors?

Do you hear me?

A little more time, Mr. Ness.

Perhaps a few days, a week.

Perhaps never.

Mr. Nitti say he ain't in.

Did you tell him who's calling?

Did you tell him I've been

holding my temper for two days?!

He says if he needs
you, he calls you.

Did you tell him Big Joe Hovak?

Here's a half a
hundred. Beat it.

I'll tell him myself!

I've been over it and
over it and over it.

But everybody I think of

is either hot or not
a big enough name.

So, we keep looking.

Got to find somebody.

Ness is too close.

One lousy cop and
you both get the shakes.

I never saw a badge yet could
give me anything but a laugh.

You think Ness is a comic?

Oh, no... no, no, he's smart.

He's very, very smart.

You've told me
at least 50 times.

All I'm doing is waiting
until he proves it to me.

The last time I heard
that was from Al Capone.

Julie.

35 cents.

Out of 50?!

Keep the change, Mac.

Thank you!

What's the big deal?

Who's the stumblebum?

Big Joe Hovack.

He was big.

I never thought of
him like he used to be.

Mr. Hovak?

Mr. Hovak?

Mr. Joe Hovak?

I'm Joe Hovak.

My instructions, sir, are
that if you're not busy...

Oh, I'm busy.

Running alky from Canada.

And phoning for a costume
for St. Valentine's Day.

Get out of here.

My instructions are to
say that your car is waiting.

I'm to drive you to your office.

Took you long
enough to get here.

Joe Hovak, late of Joliet
Prison, was top dog again.

This was how number
one was treated.

This was how you
bowed to the boss.

Here you are, Big Joe.

Where it says "president," Joe.

That makes it legal, huh?

That makes it legal.

One mistake we
don't make this time.

Why do you want me
on these contracts?

Your name, Joe.

We need your name.

You know how it is.

Tell people that Big
Joe is president now,

boom, they're clients.

That's why we're paying
you $2,000 a week.

It ain't exactly hay,
but we need your name.

That is, until you get
your organization back.

What's your act, Wilinsky?

Talent, Joe, I
supply the talent.

You see, the way
we run things...

Eh-eh! My way.

Your way, Joe.

Don't push too hard.

Talks like a gunsel.

He's the best,
Joe, nobody better.

The best.

So, how come you
don't sit in Nitti's chair?

Punk.

He's president, Frankie.

What about the dough?

Well, that goes into a bank,

so we can keep
records and pay taxes.

See, Joe, the way we're
set up, we're a corporation,

and that's an extra
legal protection.

How come none of you guys
names are on them contracts?

Okay, Joe, I'm
gonna level with you.

You see, last year, we had
some trouble with the cops.

Well, maybe they'll come
nosing around this year.

This way we don't put
you under any pressure.

And besides, the
word's gonna get around.

Everybody's gonna
know who's the big boss.

Everybody.

They'll all know!

Capone, O'Bannion, all of 'em!

Any questions?

No questions, Joe,
you're the boss.

You're the boss.

All right, all of you, blow.

I want you, I'll call you.

Sure, Joe. Come on, boys.

Frankie?

I should've shoved him back
in the hole he crawled out of.

Cool off, we need him.

He's made to order.

Where is he now?

Still in there. Alone?

In a big executive chair.

Got a pretty fancy cell, Joe.

I didn't call you.

We're not touchy.

A Fed. That's right.

What do I do, buy tickets
or put you on the payroll?

We're just shopping.

Well, you're in the
wrong place, mister.

I served my full term, 10 years.

No parole.

Strictly legal.

You won't find nothing here.

Here, you wanna look?

Look.

National Personnel Services.

Joe Hovak, President.

President?

What do you think,
I'm the office boy?

Meet Larry Croft, the rap taker.

I don't know no Croft.

Are you looking for something?

Some names.

Vernon, Wilinsky, Gruder...

We know you're working for them.

Do you know who I am?

We know who you are.

Well, if you want further
proof, ask Capone.

Ask O'Bannion.

Ask Moran!

Go over to Taylor St.
And ask Mike Genna!

If you wanna hit somebody,
you hit somebody else.

I told you before, I'm legal.

I got contracts, a corporation!

Don't come in here and
try to push me around.

And don't tell me I'm
working for somebody else!

You rent this place, Joe?

You furnish it?

I'm Big Joe Hovak!

I'm number one!

You're Big Joe Nothing.

Number one pigeon.

A canvas back for
three rotten lightweights.

I've had just about
enough out of you.

Get out.

Get out!

You know, Eliot, he
had all the right answers.

Yeah, for ten years ago.

You really hit
him where it hurts.

I had to.

Either he goes after
them or they go after him.

Chicago boys from 10 years ago.

Yeah.

You look real good, Joe.

What's happened to this town?

Feds walk right into your
office and start talking wise.

Oh, that was Eliot Ness, Joe.

We just seen him leaving.

I don't care what his
name is, he's still a Fed.

Times have changed, Joe.

Well, they better not change.

Take a look around.

What does this
mean to you, Lefty?

Looks nice, Joe, real nice.

It means I'm the boss, right?

Sure, Joe. So, how come

everybody thinks I'm
the boss except him?

I'm gonna show him.

I'm gonna show Julie and
that punk that carries his gun.

I'm gonna show
Chicago and that Fed!

I'm gonna show them
that Big Joe Hovak

is back and running things.

Where are the boys?

Oh, I left them in the
employment office.

Bring them in. Okay, Joe.

Here they are, Joe.

All right.

I'll tell you what
I want you to do.

Go to Pete Gort,

tell him if he's got any
jobs, to come to me,

not these other guys...

These auditors, gunsels,
and contact men...

But to me.

Tell him I'm opening
shop at the old place.

At the garage.

Tell Pete Gort
to go right to you?

Can't you hear?

Now, I want you
to cover the town.

See everybody.

Little Phil, Jake Richter,

and, uh, what's his
name... that Swede.

Oh, he's dead, Joe.

Oh.

Well, anybody else
who's got any jobs,

our kind of jobs.

Tell 'em.

Who am I, Lefty?

Big Joe Hovak.

Tell 'em.

And you can tell
Frank Nitti's boys, too!

Okay, Joe.

Stay with them, Rico.

Hope you're feeling
better today, Mr. Connors.

Brought some pictures.

I'd like you to look at them,

see if you recognize
any of them.

You saw this man?

Was it Frankie Gruder?

Thanks, Mr. Connors.

You've given us what we need.

What do you mean
he's shoving us out?

Hovak's grabbing
your whole setup.

Lefty didn't ask me, he told me.

Any more business,
go right to Joe.

He's setting up
at his old place.

The garage?

Yeah.

Hey, you know, that
used to be quite a joint.

You got a great
sense of history, Gort.

Thanks for letting me know.

Joe's on the rampage.

Good.

I've been waiting
for this chance.

Shut up.

We're not going to solve
anything by hitting him now.

He's tied into us, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

I remember.

We needed a man,
a fall guy, agreed.

We needed somebody
with a big name, agreed.

We needed Big Joe Hovak.

We needed him like we
need a hole in the head!

Shut up!

If you wanna blame
somebody, blame Hovak.

We're still one plus one, plus
one, makes one, aren't we?

Right.

Look, we don't have to
take anything from this joker.

We can handle him,
grease him up a little.

Hand him a few more
bucks, talk him back into line.

Let's go find that garage.

Come on, Willie. Come on!

Hello, Joe.

Hello, Joe!

Joe's busy.

Where is he?

Where you're going, it
won't make any difference.

Lee? Rico?

You're wrong, Ness.

We've done nothing illegal.

Except one thing.

The Federal Distillery Guard

you thought was
dead identified Gruder.

All right, Frankie.

Now, wait a minute.

Look, uh, I was with
my business associates.

They'll, uh, they'll tell you.

Come on!

Look, we're in
this thing together!

You crummy...!

Frankie!

Frankie!

No chance, Frankie!

He's dead?

I always said it.

If you stick to
mathematics, you're all right.

Numbers are beautiful.

People... people are filthy!

Ness.

Sorry, Joe, no charge.

But... You haven't done a thing.

The fall guy for three midgets
who tried to become one giant,

abandoned his empty garage.

Never again would anyone
drive up in a limousine

and call for Big Joe Hovak.

The Untouchables.