The Untouchables (1959–1963): Season 3, Episode 27 - Arsenal - full transcript
Frank Nitti and Bugs Moran are about to go to war, and to forestall that possibility, Elliot Ness and the Untouchables begin rounding up every machine gun owned by the gangsters' hitmen. To resupply himself, Nitti hires Polish gunsmith Jan Trobek to make a dozen Tommy guns. Unfortunately for Trobek and his wife, Nitti and Moran soon settle their differences, which means that the pair are now witnesses who could turn into liabilities for Nitti.
What are we having
for dinner tonight?
I asked you a question!
What's the matter?
Can't you talk?!
Get out of here.
Tonight's episode...
Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.
Co-starring Salome
Jens, George Mathews,
Bruce Gordon, Kevin Hagen,
and narrated by Walter Winchell.
Can I help you, sir?
You got some automatic
pistols in the window.
How much are they? Do
you have a police permit?
All I want to know is
how much they are.
I can't quote you a price
unless you have a permit.
How many shots do they hold?
I can't tell you that, either.
However, I have something here
that might interest you.
We just got it in.
How much is it?
$150.
I'll wrap it for you.
What for? It ain't
against the law.
I'll take it like it is.
Chicago, 1929.
The golden age of crime.
You needed a police permit
to buy a single-shot revolver,
but you could buy the
most lethal hand weapon
ever conceived by
man at any hardware
or sporting goods store.
Look at these babies!
Are they something,
or ain't they?
First mob to use
these rules Chicago.
He's right... we move in
from the North Side with these,
and Moran'll be finished.
What do you say, Frank?
We've got 'em... use 'em.
The weeks following
were the bloodiest
in the history of Chicago.
The city reeled as
the Capone mob
struck again and again
at Bugs Moran's
North Side empire.
It was climaxed on the
morning of February 14, 1929,
with the St. Valentine's
Day Massacre.
The nation came
to its feet in horror.
A drastic ban was
immediately placed
on the sale of machine guns.
On February 16, Capone
flew straight to Miami
and left his
enforcer, Frank Nitti,
in charge of the
organization, and on a spot.
Search and seizure, Nitti.
If you think you're gonna tie my
hands by grabbing a few guns,
I'll have new ones before
you get downtown. Good luck.
You got to be dreaming, Ness... you
think you can grab every chopper in town?
Starting from the
factory and working out.
Every store, every pawnshop,
every town where
cheap hoods operate.
By the end of the week, you'll
forget what machine guns look like.
Let me give you a warning, Ness.
A lot of punks have tried
to buck the organization.
Most of them ended up going for
a swim wearing cement overshoes.
What size you wear, huh?
I might ask you
the same question.
Give my regards to
Big Al when he calls.
The Untouchables
chose this particular time
to strip the underworld
of its weapons.
Among those hit the hardest
was North Side
overlord Bugs Moran.
The garage warehouse...
there ain't a gun left anywhere.
The Feds took everything.
Under the
floorboards? Everything.
We ain't got a chopper
left to our name.
If that's what they think,
then we're sitting pretty.
Bugs, I just told
you... Javitt...
I'm not a punk kid just
starting out in this business.
The Feds clean
out my front pockets,
I got guns in my vest.
They clean out my vest, I
got guns in my back pocket.
Open that cabinet.
Choppers!
Yeah.
Valentine's Day
comes early this year.
I'm gonna give Capone
the same kind of a
present he gave me.
Well, we tore Moran's
place apart, Eliot.
No guns, but lots of alibis.
It figures.
All right, Rico, we'll set up a
24-hour watch on Nitti and Moran.
The rest of us will pinpoint
the breweries. Right.
They still there?
Yeah. Six nights and five days.
Listen, Frank, so long as we
know they're staking us out,
what's it gonna get 'em?
It may get us plenty
if Al comes back
and finds the Feds
camping on his doorstep
and me sitting on my hands
while Ness and Moran cut me up.
Well, listen, Frank,
it ain't your fault
if this bum Ness
won't take a bribe.
So it ain't my fault,
but in five days, Moran's
taken over three of my joints,
and I can't supply the rest
because Ness is hitting my breweries.
But you got a shipment coming
in, the biggest we've ever had.
And what am I gonna
protect it with, water pistols?
I need guns... where
am I gonna get 'em?
Can you tell me that? Where?
That guy carries that case
like he's got a Stradivarius in it.
Yeah.
You know, I played the
violin for almost three years
when I was in high school.
No kidding.
Hey, Wally, look
at the musicians.
Since when have we had seven?
I think you've had it, buster!
No, you don't understand...
I just try to see Mr. Nitti.
Turn around, and
you get a busted head.
No, it is not what you think.
Please, you got to believe me.
You wanted to see
Nitti? All right, let's go.
Come on, get up there.
Frank, we got a real
dangerous character here.
Mr. Nitti, I do not
come to kill you.
I... You've got to believe me.
I try to see you for whole week,
but-but they will not let me.
See me about what?
About this.
My-my cousin make
this from junk parts.
So?
I-I read in newspaper that
police take all your guns away.
I think maybe...
you want to buy this.
Get him out of here.
Uh, you do not understand.
This is like machine gun.
Show me.
Frank.
I know, I know. Shut the window.
You, put that thing together.
Lefty.
Don't try to point
that in this direction.
You'll never make it.
Okay.
That lamp, hit it.
No, I am not good shot...
With all those bullets,
how could you miss?
Not bad!
Tell me something.
Could your cousin make
a regular machine gun?
A chopper?
$100.
For gun I make in spare time.
Jan, what I told you?
When you can do this,
it is stupid to work in mill.
$17 for week!
$16.75.
Eva's right. That's right.
$16.75.
Jan... man... man in store,
he told me, if you could
make machine gun,
he would pay you
$200 for every gun.
$200...
But why do they want
these machine guns?
Is against the law to sell, no?
Now, yes, yes.
But, uh, man says, uh,
they are changing law,
and he wants to
go into competition
with people who are
making Thompson gun.
I-I don't know.
Jan, what do we
know about the law?
There is a law says
people can't drink.
Everybody drinks.
People do what
is right for them.
Yeah.
And what is right for us, Eva?
During the days that
followed, Eliot Ness
and the newly
formed Untouchables
continued to strike
at the heart of
Capone's liquor empire.
Automatic rifle?
Handmade from an
old army Springfield.
They never stop trying, do they?
You think we can trace it?
We'd better.
November 12, 1929...
Frank Nitti, desperate to
save the Capone empire,
arranged a meeting
with Bugs Moran
in the Haymarket
section of Chicago...
Moran's home grounds.
Frank, Frank, it's suicide.
Moran will blast us before
we get through the door.
You want to wait
in the car, Lefty?
No, Fr... You're just
gonna talk to him, huh?
No, Lefty. I'm gonna bury him.
Frank, I don't like it,
Frank. I don't like it.
All right?
Hello, Frank.
We agreed this was to
be a peaceful meeting.
I give you one thing,
Frank. You got guts.
I got a proposition for you.
You're gonna make
me a proposition?
It's the other way around.
I got plans for you.
The first step is right here.
Now, get over against that wall.
Now, you kill me and you'll
slice yourself out of a business
that makes 200
million bucks a year.
200 million?
That's Capone's take.
That's right.
That's what I'm
offering you: Capone.
The whole thing.
The beer, the
booze, the numbers,
the rackets, the
girls. Everything.
Why should I make
a deal with you
when I can wipe
him out in a month?
You couldn't take him over
in a year and you know it.
Capone runs an empire.
Why, to take it over,
you'd have to have top men
in 100 different departments.
Now, where you gonna get 'em?
You can deliver 'em, I suppose?
No. No, I can't. Not yet.
All I can deliver is
a couple of top men
and the boys I got with me.
But you give me one
month and I'll have guns.
One month, and I'll have
80% of Capone's keys
right in my pocket.
When we get to that
point, who needs Al?
Let him rot in Miami.
If you can do
this all by yourself,
why are you
offeri" to cut me in?
Because you got
me over a barrel.
I need time to set it up.
If you keep takin'
over my places,
Al ain't gonna leave me
in charge long enough
to organize my own funeral.
50-50 split.
$100 million for each of us.
If I thought you
were on the level...
You want proof?
Ten days from now, he's
sending a convoy into town
with 20,000 gallons of alky.
I'll give you the
time and the place.
All you got to
do is take it over.
You got a fast mouth, Frank.
It just bought you ten days.
But if I don't get that convoy,
you'll wish you were
never, ever born.
You'll get it, Moran. I
promise you, you'll get it.
A trace on the automatic
gun found in Nitti's distillery
led the Untouchables
to a small basement flat
on East Varney Street.
Nothing, Eliot.
I checked Zolinsky's
room, Eliot.
I'm sorry to have
bothered you, Mrs. Tobek.
Would your husband know
where we could find Zolinsky?
I don't know.
Jan is at night school.
He will not be back
for about two hours.
Please, tell me
what has happened.
Why do you search my house?
What has Stanley done?
We're not sure he's done
anything, Mrs. Tobek.
All we know is that he bought a
gun from a junk shop near here.
A gun which was
very cleverly converted
into an automatic rifle.
This is wrong?
It is if he sold
it to Al Capone.
Capone?
When Mr. Zolinsky comes back,
would you please tell him to
call this number right away?
Yes. Yes, I will.
Thank you, Mrs. Tobek.
Ness. What was Ness
doing in your house?
I don't know. I
never see him before.
What shall we do? Take
him back to the club?
No. You don't
understand, please.
Shut up. Let's find out what
Ness was doin' here first.
Stanley. The police,
they were here.
They were looking for you.
What did they want?
They wanted to know about
the gun you brought for Jan to fix.
Frank?
I'm over at
Zolinsky's place now.
Yeah. I thought you
might like to know
that Ness has just been here.
He was looki" for Stanley.
Yeah.
Yeah, I got it.
Right away.
Frank says you're to take
care of Stanley personally.
Let's go, Stanley.
No, this is mistake.
You don't under...
No. No! Leave him alone!
Where are you taking
him? Stop it! Stop it!
And now, back to...
At 10:35 on the
night of November 22,
Nitti delivered a convoy
of 20 truckloads of alcohol
to Bugs Moran's warehouse.
Moran was riding high.
Ho!
What took you so long?
The others pulled
in an hour ago.
Well, it's heavy
with traffic out there.
All right, all right,
just get it unloaded.
Here's to Mr. Nitti.
Everybody, hold it!
Keep his head down.
Come on out, Bugs.
The shooting's over.
Yeah?
Well, what do you
know? Ain't that too bad.
Yeah, thanks.
Hey, you guys.
You won't believe this, but the
Feds got a tip from someplace.
They grabbed the trucks
and picked up Moran.
Everything's working
right on schedule.
Well, is that
everything you ordered?
I asked you a question.
Is everything.
The question is, now that
you've got the machines,
how long before we see the guns?
How long?
Is all right, Eva.
I do not make the guns.
Matt?
Hear what the man says?
We go through all this trouble,
but he ain't gonna
make the guns.
I heard.
No! No! No!
You keep hands off her!
You don't touch her! Why,
you're a little tiger cat, aren't you?
No! You don't touch her!
That's right. If you
make the guns.
No, Jan, no!
If you don't, she's liable to
have a very bad accident.
All right! All right, I
do what you want.
But if you hurt her again...
I make nothing.
You hear?! Nothing!
We'll give the orders, Tiger.
You just do your work.
And remember, both of you,
there'll always be
one of us around.
If either one of you
tries to tip off the police,
the other one's gonna get hurt.
Is that clear?
You know, you could end
up like your cousin Stanley.
We haven't been able
to identify him, Mr. Ness.
Even the labels have
been cut off the clothes.
Wait a minute.
I think I know this man, Eliot.
Jack and I saw him go into
Nitti's club with the musicians.
How long would you say
he's been in the water, Bill?
Oh, the Coroner can
tell you more accurately.
I'd say at least a week.
How long was Zolinsky missing?
Eight days.
I told you to stay out of
here while he's working.
How's it coming?
Dumb, that's what you are.
Dumb.
We give you a chance to
clear six grand in a month.
Are you grateful?
There was a phone
call for you, Jan.
From who?
I asked you a
question. From who?!
Answer me!
Who was it, Eva?
Mr. Ness.
He wants to see you downtown.
You call him back.
Tell him I can't go.
Yes, you will.
If you don't go, he'll
come here looking for you.
So, you go. You cooperate.
Then you get back here quick.
If he asks you again
about the guns...?
Wait a minute!
You tell Ness your
cousin made that gun.
He can't prove no different.
And remember,
I'll be here with her,
so don't do nothin' foolish.
What are we having
for dinner tonight?
I asked you a question!
What's the matter?
Can't you talk?!
Get out of here.
You know this man, Mr. Tobek?
That... is Stanley.
Zolinsky? Your cousin?
Please, I go now, huh?
Just a minute, Mr. Tobek.
Don't you want to know why
your cousin was murdered?
He... he make a mistake.
He made a mistake,
all right, a big mistake.
He was selling
guns to Al Capone.
Did you know about it?
Please, I know nothing.
I must go now.
All right, Mr. Tobek,
don't leave town.
We might want to
talk to you again.
Thanks, Bill.
Either he's the best
actor I've ever seen
or he really was shaken up.
And he wasn't the
least bit surprised
to find out his
cousin was murdered,
which means he must be
mixed up in this somewhere.
But how? He's
certainly not a hood.
No, but I think we should do
some research on Mr. Tobek
just in case.
Hey, this stuff's pretty good.
I guess
it's kinda like a
Polish goulash, huh?
Like Irish stew,
only, only more spicy.
I make a pretty
good stew myself.
Did either one of you
ever taste Irish stew?
What am I?!
Some kind of animal...?
You can't even talk to me?!
Jan...
Get out.
Get out of here.
I brought this for you.
What for?
Ain't gonna get you nothin'.
We thought maybe...
maybe you would
like some coffee.
Thanks.
The dessert isn't much...
just some pudding I made.
Please... come back and join us.
Please.
Oh... excuse me.
Oh.
Two weeks?!
That's impossible, Al.
Nobody can... Al? Hello, Al?
He must think I'm some
kind of a miracle man.
"Two weeks," he says.
"Get them guns
finished in two weeks!"
Why the big push? We'll
have 'em inside of a month.
He don't have to tell me
we're losin' customers!
He says the
organization's gettin' shaky.
If word gets around
we're in trouble,
every two-bit punk in
town'll be sniffin' at our heels.
So don't worry about it, Frank.
We're doin' the best we can.
Oh, I ain't gonna
worry, you are!
We got a shipment
comin' in here in two weeks,
and we're gonna have
choppers to protect it, understand?
Frank, Tobek's going
as fast as he can.
Well, maybe you
didn't understand at all.
I said we're gonna
have choppers.
I don't care how or why.
And if we don't, you're
gonna be replaced...
permanently!
Stop it!
Please make him stop it!
Hold it, Lefty!
What's the matter,
Matt, you gettin' soft?
Nah, but you bust
him up any more,
he won't be able
to make nothin'.
It's not possible to
make gun in two weeks.
It's not enough time.
There is if you get help.
Lefty here's handy with tools.
He can make the
stocks and the handgrips.
She can help, too.
That makes four of us.
No, I don't want her here.
She's going to have baby.
She need rest.
We don't care what you want.
Shut up, Lefty!
Who are you telling to shut up?
I'm tellin' you!
All I said is if we need her,
we gotta use her, that's all.
You know what Frank said.
Sure, I know.
Only I think Jan
here can make 'em
in two weeks without her.
What about it, Jan?
Yeah, if you help
me, it will be ready.
Good.
Go make some coffee.
All right, Jan,
let's go to work.
Let me tell you something.
Don't you play games with us.
If those guns aren't
ready in two weeks,
you're never gonna live
to see that kid you
think so much about.
36 hours after the arrest
of George "Bugs" Moran,
he was remanded to federal
custody for questioning.
He's gonna die, Moran.
Who? You know who!
The federal officer who was shot
when we hit your warehouse.
So he's gonna die. What's
that got to do with me?
I didn't shoot him. You
can't pin that on me.
Can't we?
You know you can't, Ness.
I never fired a shot,
and you know it!
Sure, we do, Bugs. We need
a pigeon. You were there.
This yours?
I never saw it before.
That's funny.
It's got your
fingerprints on it.
What does that matter?
It's a brand-new gun.
It's never been fired before.
It has now.
With your record, Bugs,
the jury will convict you
on general principles.
Now...
if these bullets should
get mixed up with the ones
they took out of
Weybright's body,
there isn't a
lawyer in the world
could keep you out of the chair.
You lousy, rotten...!
All right, what do
you want from me?
You had machine
guns, Nitti didn't.
For ten days you were
hitting all over town.
What made you stop?
Nitti and I made a deal.
I was to leave his clubs alone
and he was to give
me the shipment of alky.
Why would Nitti
make a deal with you?
To get time to get guns
to use against Capone.
Then why did Nitti tip us?
Nitti tipped you?!
That's right, your partner.
Why, that lousy punk was
gonna use those guns against me!
Nitti's getting guns?
Yeah! ROSSI: From where?
I don't know.
From where?!
I don't know!
I swear I don't know!
Get him out of here.
Where is Nitti
getting those guns?
The man that might
have made them for him,
Zolinsky, is dead.
Wait a minute, Eliot.
Those immigration
reports I put in your desk.
They show that Zolinsky
had no manual skills,
but before he left
Poland, Tobek...
Before he left Poland...
Tobek was a master machinist.
It's Ness!
Be real careful what you say.
Yes?
We'd like to talk to your
husband, Mrs. Tobek.
We are having dinner.
I'm sorry. It's important.
I'm sorry to interrupt
your dinner, Mr. Tobek.
We have to ask you
a few questions...
alone, if you don't mind.
This is Mr. Mulloy.
He's old friend.
You say what you want.
All right. Have it your way.
May I sit down?
Please.
Mr. Tobek, we know
that your cousin
couldn't have made
the gun he sold Capone.
Why not?
Because he had no manual skills.
But you do.
You could have made that
gun, and we believe you did.
All right. I make it.
Well, why didn't you tell us?
Well, I was afraid.
Stanley tell me he-he
sell that gun to, um...
sporting good store.
I didn't know
he sell it to gang.
Yet you weren't surprised
to find out that your
cousin was shot.
No.
Day before, some men
come to house with Stanley.
They see you leave.
They take Stanley with them.
These men did nothing to you?
No.
They warn me to
stay away from police.
They didn't, by any chance,
ask you to go on making guns...
Tommy guns?
No.
They just said to keep quiet.
Mr. Tobek, we know that
both you and your wife
have applied for
citizenship papers.
You realize that
if you're lying,
you could both be
sent back to Poland.
No.
We are good people.
They cannot do that.
We do not want to
do anything wrong.
I'm sure not.
We have reason to
believe that Frank Nitti
is going to get Tommy
guns from somewhere.
We just hope they won't
be coming from you.
Would you put your hands
up on the table, Mr. Mulloy?
Mrs. Tobek, would you
mind if we took this with us?
No.
Thank you. Don't
bother seeing us out.
Do you think that'll help?
We'll check it out.
Meanwhile, let's put a
24-hour tap on Tobek's phone.
Right.
What are you doing here?
I done all I could, Frank.
I finished the stocks and grips.
I was only in the way.
Are we gonna make it?
Yeah. Yeah, maybe
with a day or two to spare.
You said the guns wouldn't
be done till tomorrow.
You told me there
were no magazine locks.
You lied to me. Why?
Because I did not want to die.
I got no orders to kill you.
Only to get the guns finished.
You think they will let us go?
My cousin knew less.
And they kill him.
Hello?
Good, Matt, very good.
The guns are finished.
Gee, that's great, Frank.
We'll finish the game
and go pick 'em up. Okay?
We'll pick 'em up
right now, okay?
Hello, Matt? Lefty's leaving
with some of the boys.
He'll be right over.
Sure, Frank. Yeah.
Yeah, they're both here.
Just me and Lefty.
Yeah, they know where
the guns are goin', but...
Look, Frank. Maybe...
Maybe you could send
somebody else, huh?
Yeah, Frank.
Yeah, I heard you, Frank.
I... I heard you.
Start bringing out the guns.
They're coming
over to pick 'em up.
Eliot? The guns are finished.
Nitti's boys are coming
over to get them.
He gave them orders to
kill the Tobeks. I'm going in.
Let's move.
Thanks.
Now get out of
here, both of you.
Leave?
For how long?
Just go and don't come back.
They are going to kill us.
Not them. Me!
I'm supposed to do it.
Now, do like I told you.
Get out of here.
Start runnin' and
keep on runnin'.
Run like you've
never run before!
But everything that
we have is here!
Will you get out of
here, you dumb hunkies?
Get out of here!
But what about you?
What will happen?
Beat it! Hold it!
My friend.
Is he dead?
Oh, no!
Come on, Mrs. Tobek, we've
got to get out of here fast.
Come on! Oh, no!
Come on. Oh, no!
Get her in the bedroom.
Hold it!
Put your hands up. Slow.
Come on. Won't
this go any faster?
All right, Copper, you
haven't got a chance!
There's a gun on each
side of you, so come on out!
Are you comin' out? Huh?
All right, then. I'm comin' in.
Hold it!
Okay, you've had it!
Come on out of there!
Come on out!
Drop it! Drop it!
How is it?
Oh, it's not too bad, Eliot.
Get it taken care of, huh? Yeah.
What about the Tobeks?
Oh, they're inside.
So are the guns.
You two all right?
But Mr. Mulloy is dead.
He talked loud and
he carried a gun,
but he was not a
bad man, Mr. Ness.
We'd better go.
The seizure of 12
sub-machine guns
did not stop the trail of death,
but from the time of the
Untouchables' first raid
on the gangland arsenal,
the federal government estimated
there were never more
than eight of these guns
in the hands of the entire
underworld at any one time.
The Untouchables.
for dinner tonight?
I asked you a question!
What's the matter?
Can't you talk?!
Get out of here.
Tonight's episode...
Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.
Co-starring Salome
Jens, George Mathews,
Bruce Gordon, Kevin Hagen,
and narrated by Walter Winchell.
Can I help you, sir?
You got some automatic
pistols in the window.
How much are they? Do
you have a police permit?
All I want to know is
how much they are.
I can't quote you a price
unless you have a permit.
How many shots do they hold?
I can't tell you that, either.
However, I have something here
that might interest you.
We just got it in.
How much is it?
$150.
I'll wrap it for you.
What for? It ain't
against the law.
I'll take it like it is.
Chicago, 1929.
The golden age of crime.
You needed a police permit
to buy a single-shot revolver,
but you could buy the
most lethal hand weapon
ever conceived by
man at any hardware
or sporting goods store.
Look at these babies!
Are they something,
or ain't they?
First mob to use
these rules Chicago.
He's right... we move in
from the North Side with these,
and Moran'll be finished.
What do you say, Frank?
We've got 'em... use 'em.
The weeks following
were the bloodiest
in the history of Chicago.
The city reeled as
the Capone mob
struck again and again
at Bugs Moran's
North Side empire.
It was climaxed on the
morning of February 14, 1929,
with the St. Valentine's
Day Massacre.
The nation came
to its feet in horror.
A drastic ban was
immediately placed
on the sale of machine guns.
On February 16, Capone
flew straight to Miami
and left his
enforcer, Frank Nitti,
in charge of the
organization, and on a spot.
Search and seizure, Nitti.
If you think you're gonna tie my
hands by grabbing a few guns,
I'll have new ones before
you get downtown. Good luck.
You got to be dreaming, Ness... you
think you can grab every chopper in town?
Starting from the
factory and working out.
Every store, every pawnshop,
every town where
cheap hoods operate.
By the end of the week, you'll
forget what machine guns look like.
Let me give you a warning, Ness.
A lot of punks have tried
to buck the organization.
Most of them ended up going for
a swim wearing cement overshoes.
What size you wear, huh?
I might ask you
the same question.
Give my regards to
Big Al when he calls.
The Untouchables
chose this particular time
to strip the underworld
of its weapons.
Among those hit the hardest
was North Side
overlord Bugs Moran.
The garage warehouse...
there ain't a gun left anywhere.
The Feds took everything.
Under the
floorboards? Everything.
We ain't got a chopper
left to our name.
If that's what they think,
then we're sitting pretty.
Bugs, I just told
you... Javitt...
I'm not a punk kid just
starting out in this business.
The Feds clean
out my front pockets,
I got guns in my vest.
They clean out my vest, I
got guns in my back pocket.
Open that cabinet.
Choppers!
Yeah.
Valentine's Day
comes early this year.
I'm gonna give Capone
the same kind of a
present he gave me.
Well, we tore Moran's
place apart, Eliot.
No guns, but lots of alibis.
It figures.
All right, Rico, we'll set up a
24-hour watch on Nitti and Moran.
The rest of us will pinpoint
the breweries. Right.
They still there?
Yeah. Six nights and five days.
Listen, Frank, so long as we
know they're staking us out,
what's it gonna get 'em?
It may get us plenty
if Al comes back
and finds the Feds
camping on his doorstep
and me sitting on my hands
while Ness and Moran cut me up.
Well, listen, Frank,
it ain't your fault
if this bum Ness
won't take a bribe.
So it ain't my fault,
but in five days, Moran's
taken over three of my joints,
and I can't supply the rest
because Ness is hitting my breweries.
But you got a shipment coming
in, the biggest we've ever had.
And what am I gonna
protect it with, water pistols?
I need guns... where
am I gonna get 'em?
Can you tell me that? Where?
That guy carries that case
like he's got a Stradivarius in it.
Yeah.
You know, I played the
violin for almost three years
when I was in high school.
No kidding.
Hey, Wally, look
at the musicians.
Since when have we had seven?
I think you've had it, buster!
No, you don't understand...
I just try to see Mr. Nitti.
Turn around, and
you get a busted head.
No, it is not what you think.
Please, you got to believe me.
You wanted to see
Nitti? All right, let's go.
Come on, get up there.
Frank, we got a real
dangerous character here.
Mr. Nitti, I do not
come to kill you.
I... You've got to believe me.
I try to see you for whole week,
but-but they will not let me.
See me about what?
About this.
My-my cousin make
this from junk parts.
So?
I-I read in newspaper that
police take all your guns away.
I think maybe...
you want to buy this.
Get him out of here.
Uh, you do not understand.
This is like machine gun.
Show me.
Frank.
I know, I know. Shut the window.
You, put that thing together.
Lefty.
Don't try to point
that in this direction.
You'll never make it.
Okay.
That lamp, hit it.
No, I am not good shot...
With all those bullets,
how could you miss?
Not bad!
Tell me something.
Could your cousin make
a regular machine gun?
A chopper?
$100.
For gun I make in spare time.
Jan, what I told you?
When you can do this,
it is stupid to work in mill.
$17 for week!
$16.75.
Eva's right. That's right.
$16.75.
Jan... man... man in store,
he told me, if you could
make machine gun,
he would pay you
$200 for every gun.
$200...
But why do they want
these machine guns?
Is against the law to sell, no?
Now, yes, yes.
But, uh, man says, uh,
they are changing law,
and he wants to
go into competition
with people who are
making Thompson gun.
I-I don't know.
Jan, what do we
know about the law?
There is a law says
people can't drink.
Everybody drinks.
People do what
is right for them.
Yeah.
And what is right for us, Eva?
During the days that
followed, Eliot Ness
and the newly
formed Untouchables
continued to strike
at the heart of
Capone's liquor empire.
Automatic rifle?
Handmade from an
old army Springfield.
They never stop trying, do they?
You think we can trace it?
We'd better.
November 12, 1929...
Frank Nitti, desperate to
save the Capone empire,
arranged a meeting
with Bugs Moran
in the Haymarket
section of Chicago...
Moran's home grounds.
Frank, Frank, it's suicide.
Moran will blast us before
we get through the door.
You want to wait
in the car, Lefty?
No, Fr... You're just
gonna talk to him, huh?
No, Lefty. I'm gonna bury him.
Frank, I don't like it,
Frank. I don't like it.
All right?
Hello, Frank.
We agreed this was to
be a peaceful meeting.
I give you one thing,
Frank. You got guts.
I got a proposition for you.
You're gonna make
me a proposition?
It's the other way around.
I got plans for you.
The first step is right here.
Now, get over against that wall.
Now, you kill me and you'll
slice yourself out of a business
that makes 200
million bucks a year.
200 million?
That's Capone's take.
That's right.
That's what I'm
offering you: Capone.
The whole thing.
The beer, the
booze, the numbers,
the rackets, the
girls. Everything.
Why should I make
a deal with you
when I can wipe
him out in a month?
You couldn't take him over
in a year and you know it.
Capone runs an empire.
Why, to take it over,
you'd have to have top men
in 100 different departments.
Now, where you gonna get 'em?
You can deliver 'em, I suppose?
No. No, I can't. Not yet.
All I can deliver is
a couple of top men
and the boys I got with me.
But you give me one
month and I'll have guns.
One month, and I'll have
80% of Capone's keys
right in my pocket.
When we get to that
point, who needs Al?
Let him rot in Miami.
If you can do
this all by yourself,
why are you
offeri" to cut me in?
Because you got
me over a barrel.
I need time to set it up.
If you keep takin'
over my places,
Al ain't gonna leave me
in charge long enough
to organize my own funeral.
50-50 split.
$100 million for each of us.
If I thought you
were on the level...
You want proof?
Ten days from now, he's
sending a convoy into town
with 20,000 gallons of alky.
I'll give you the
time and the place.
All you got to
do is take it over.
You got a fast mouth, Frank.
It just bought you ten days.
But if I don't get that convoy,
you'll wish you were
never, ever born.
You'll get it, Moran. I
promise you, you'll get it.
A trace on the automatic
gun found in Nitti's distillery
led the Untouchables
to a small basement flat
on East Varney Street.
Nothing, Eliot.
I checked Zolinsky's
room, Eliot.
I'm sorry to have
bothered you, Mrs. Tobek.
Would your husband know
where we could find Zolinsky?
I don't know.
Jan is at night school.
He will not be back
for about two hours.
Please, tell me
what has happened.
Why do you search my house?
What has Stanley done?
We're not sure he's done
anything, Mrs. Tobek.
All we know is that he bought a
gun from a junk shop near here.
A gun which was
very cleverly converted
into an automatic rifle.
This is wrong?
It is if he sold
it to Al Capone.
Capone?
When Mr. Zolinsky comes back,
would you please tell him to
call this number right away?
Yes. Yes, I will.
Thank you, Mrs. Tobek.
Ness. What was Ness
doing in your house?
I don't know. I
never see him before.
What shall we do? Take
him back to the club?
No. You don't
understand, please.
Shut up. Let's find out what
Ness was doin' here first.
Stanley. The police,
they were here.
They were looking for you.
What did they want?
They wanted to know about
the gun you brought for Jan to fix.
Frank?
I'm over at
Zolinsky's place now.
Yeah. I thought you
might like to know
that Ness has just been here.
He was looki" for Stanley.
Yeah.
Yeah, I got it.
Right away.
Frank says you're to take
care of Stanley personally.
Let's go, Stanley.
No, this is mistake.
You don't under...
No. No! Leave him alone!
Where are you taking
him? Stop it! Stop it!
And now, back to...
At 10:35 on the
night of November 22,
Nitti delivered a convoy
of 20 truckloads of alcohol
to Bugs Moran's warehouse.
Moran was riding high.
Ho!
What took you so long?
The others pulled
in an hour ago.
Well, it's heavy
with traffic out there.
All right, all right,
just get it unloaded.
Here's to Mr. Nitti.
Everybody, hold it!
Keep his head down.
Come on out, Bugs.
The shooting's over.
Yeah?
Well, what do you
know? Ain't that too bad.
Yeah, thanks.
Hey, you guys.
You won't believe this, but the
Feds got a tip from someplace.
They grabbed the trucks
and picked up Moran.
Everything's working
right on schedule.
Well, is that
everything you ordered?
I asked you a question.
Is everything.
The question is, now that
you've got the machines,
how long before we see the guns?
How long?
Is all right, Eva.
I do not make the guns.
Matt?
Hear what the man says?
We go through all this trouble,
but he ain't gonna
make the guns.
I heard.
No! No! No!
You keep hands off her!
You don't touch her! Why,
you're a little tiger cat, aren't you?
No! You don't touch her!
That's right. If you
make the guns.
No, Jan, no!
If you don't, she's liable to
have a very bad accident.
All right! All right, I
do what you want.
But if you hurt her again...
I make nothing.
You hear?! Nothing!
We'll give the orders, Tiger.
You just do your work.
And remember, both of you,
there'll always be
one of us around.
If either one of you
tries to tip off the police,
the other one's gonna get hurt.
Is that clear?
You know, you could end
up like your cousin Stanley.
We haven't been able
to identify him, Mr. Ness.
Even the labels have
been cut off the clothes.
Wait a minute.
I think I know this man, Eliot.
Jack and I saw him go into
Nitti's club with the musicians.
How long would you say
he's been in the water, Bill?
Oh, the Coroner can
tell you more accurately.
I'd say at least a week.
How long was Zolinsky missing?
Eight days.
I told you to stay out of
here while he's working.
How's it coming?
Dumb, that's what you are.
Dumb.
We give you a chance to
clear six grand in a month.
Are you grateful?
There was a phone
call for you, Jan.
From who?
I asked you a
question. From who?!
Answer me!
Who was it, Eva?
Mr. Ness.
He wants to see you downtown.
You call him back.
Tell him I can't go.
Yes, you will.
If you don't go, he'll
come here looking for you.
So, you go. You cooperate.
Then you get back here quick.
If he asks you again
about the guns...?
Wait a minute!
You tell Ness your
cousin made that gun.
He can't prove no different.
And remember,
I'll be here with her,
so don't do nothin' foolish.
What are we having
for dinner tonight?
I asked you a question!
What's the matter?
Can't you talk?!
Get out of here.
You know this man, Mr. Tobek?
That... is Stanley.
Zolinsky? Your cousin?
Please, I go now, huh?
Just a minute, Mr. Tobek.
Don't you want to know why
your cousin was murdered?
He... he make a mistake.
He made a mistake,
all right, a big mistake.
He was selling
guns to Al Capone.
Did you know about it?
Please, I know nothing.
I must go now.
All right, Mr. Tobek,
don't leave town.
We might want to
talk to you again.
Thanks, Bill.
Either he's the best
actor I've ever seen
or he really was shaken up.
And he wasn't the
least bit surprised
to find out his
cousin was murdered,
which means he must be
mixed up in this somewhere.
But how? He's
certainly not a hood.
No, but I think we should do
some research on Mr. Tobek
just in case.
Hey, this stuff's pretty good.
I guess
it's kinda like a
Polish goulash, huh?
Like Irish stew,
only, only more spicy.
I make a pretty
good stew myself.
Did either one of you
ever taste Irish stew?
What am I?!
Some kind of animal...?
You can't even talk to me?!
Jan...
Get out.
Get out of here.
I brought this for you.
What for?
Ain't gonna get you nothin'.
We thought maybe...
maybe you would
like some coffee.
Thanks.
The dessert isn't much...
just some pudding I made.
Please... come back and join us.
Please.
Oh... excuse me.
Oh.
Two weeks?!
That's impossible, Al.
Nobody can... Al? Hello, Al?
He must think I'm some
kind of a miracle man.
"Two weeks," he says.
"Get them guns
finished in two weeks!"
Why the big push? We'll
have 'em inside of a month.
He don't have to tell me
we're losin' customers!
He says the
organization's gettin' shaky.
If word gets around
we're in trouble,
every two-bit punk in
town'll be sniffin' at our heels.
So don't worry about it, Frank.
We're doin' the best we can.
Oh, I ain't gonna
worry, you are!
We got a shipment
comin' in here in two weeks,
and we're gonna have
choppers to protect it, understand?
Frank, Tobek's going
as fast as he can.
Well, maybe you
didn't understand at all.
I said we're gonna
have choppers.
I don't care how or why.
And if we don't, you're
gonna be replaced...
permanently!
Stop it!
Please make him stop it!
Hold it, Lefty!
What's the matter,
Matt, you gettin' soft?
Nah, but you bust
him up any more,
he won't be able
to make nothin'.
It's not possible to
make gun in two weeks.
It's not enough time.
There is if you get help.
Lefty here's handy with tools.
He can make the
stocks and the handgrips.
She can help, too.
That makes four of us.
No, I don't want her here.
She's going to have baby.
She need rest.
We don't care what you want.
Shut up, Lefty!
Who are you telling to shut up?
I'm tellin' you!
All I said is if we need her,
we gotta use her, that's all.
You know what Frank said.
Sure, I know.
Only I think Jan
here can make 'em
in two weeks without her.
What about it, Jan?
Yeah, if you help
me, it will be ready.
Good.
Go make some coffee.
All right, Jan,
let's go to work.
Let me tell you something.
Don't you play games with us.
If those guns aren't
ready in two weeks,
you're never gonna live
to see that kid you
think so much about.
36 hours after the arrest
of George "Bugs" Moran,
he was remanded to federal
custody for questioning.
He's gonna die, Moran.
Who? You know who!
The federal officer who was shot
when we hit your warehouse.
So he's gonna die. What's
that got to do with me?
I didn't shoot him. You
can't pin that on me.
Can't we?
You know you can't, Ness.
I never fired a shot,
and you know it!
Sure, we do, Bugs. We need
a pigeon. You were there.
This yours?
I never saw it before.
That's funny.
It's got your
fingerprints on it.
What does that matter?
It's a brand-new gun.
It's never been fired before.
It has now.
With your record, Bugs,
the jury will convict you
on general principles.
Now...
if these bullets should
get mixed up with the ones
they took out of
Weybright's body,
there isn't a
lawyer in the world
could keep you out of the chair.
You lousy, rotten...!
All right, what do
you want from me?
You had machine
guns, Nitti didn't.
For ten days you were
hitting all over town.
What made you stop?
Nitti and I made a deal.
I was to leave his clubs alone
and he was to give
me the shipment of alky.
Why would Nitti
make a deal with you?
To get time to get guns
to use against Capone.
Then why did Nitti tip us?
Nitti tipped you?!
That's right, your partner.
Why, that lousy punk was
gonna use those guns against me!
Nitti's getting guns?
Yeah! ROSSI: From where?
I don't know.
From where?!
I don't know!
I swear I don't know!
Get him out of here.
Where is Nitti
getting those guns?
The man that might
have made them for him,
Zolinsky, is dead.
Wait a minute, Eliot.
Those immigration
reports I put in your desk.
They show that Zolinsky
had no manual skills,
but before he left
Poland, Tobek...
Before he left Poland...
Tobek was a master machinist.
It's Ness!
Be real careful what you say.
Yes?
We'd like to talk to your
husband, Mrs. Tobek.
We are having dinner.
I'm sorry. It's important.
I'm sorry to interrupt
your dinner, Mr. Tobek.
We have to ask you
a few questions...
alone, if you don't mind.
This is Mr. Mulloy.
He's old friend.
You say what you want.
All right. Have it your way.
May I sit down?
Please.
Mr. Tobek, we know
that your cousin
couldn't have made
the gun he sold Capone.
Why not?
Because he had no manual skills.
But you do.
You could have made that
gun, and we believe you did.
All right. I make it.
Well, why didn't you tell us?
Well, I was afraid.
Stanley tell me he-he
sell that gun to, um...
sporting good store.
I didn't know
he sell it to gang.
Yet you weren't surprised
to find out that your
cousin was shot.
No.
Day before, some men
come to house with Stanley.
They see you leave.
They take Stanley with them.
These men did nothing to you?
No.
They warn me to
stay away from police.
They didn't, by any chance,
ask you to go on making guns...
Tommy guns?
No.
They just said to keep quiet.
Mr. Tobek, we know that
both you and your wife
have applied for
citizenship papers.
You realize that
if you're lying,
you could both be
sent back to Poland.
No.
We are good people.
They cannot do that.
We do not want to
do anything wrong.
I'm sure not.
We have reason to
believe that Frank Nitti
is going to get Tommy
guns from somewhere.
We just hope they won't
be coming from you.
Would you put your hands
up on the table, Mr. Mulloy?
Mrs. Tobek, would you
mind if we took this with us?
No.
Thank you. Don't
bother seeing us out.
Do you think that'll help?
We'll check it out.
Meanwhile, let's put a
24-hour tap on Tobek's phone.
Right.
What are you doing here?
I done all I could, Frank.
I finished the stocks and grips.
I was only in the way.
Are we gonna make it?
Yeah. Yeah, maybe
with a day or two to spare.
You said the guns wouldn't
be done till tomorrow.
You told me there
were no magazine locks.
You lied to me. Why?
Because I did not want to die.
I got no orders to kill you.
Only to get the guns finished.
You think they will let us go?
My cousin knew less.
And they kill him.
Hello?
Good, Matt, very good.
The guns are finished.
Gee, that's great, Frank.
We'll finish the game
and go pick 'em up. Okay?
We'll pick 'em up
right now, okay?
Hello, Matt? Lefty's leaving
with some of the boys.
He'll be right over.
Sure, Frank. Yeah.
Yeah, they're both here.
Just me and Lefty.
Yeah, they know where
the guns are goin', but...
Look, Frank. Maybe...
Maybe you could send
somebody else, huh?
Yeah, Frank.
Yeah, I heard you, Frank.
I... I heard you.
Start bringing out the guns.
They're coming
over to pick 'em up.
Eliot? The guns are finished.
Nitti's boys are coming
over to get them.
He gave them orders to
kill the Tobeks. I'm going in.
Let's move.
Thanks.
Now get out of
here, both of you.
Leave?
For how long?
Just go and don't come back.
They are going to kill us.
Not them. Me!
I'm supposed to do it.
Now, do like I told you.
Get out of here.
Start runnin' and
keep on runnin'.
Run like you've
never run before!
But everything that
we have is here!
Will you get out of
here, you dumb hunkies?
Get out of here!
But what about you?
What will happen?
Beat it! Hold it!
My friend.
Is he dead?
Oh, no!
Come on, Mrs. Tobek, we've
got to get out of here fast.
Come on! Oh, no!
Come on. Oh, no!
Get her in the bedroom.
Hold it!
Put your hands up. Slow.
Come on. Won't
this go any faster?
All right, Copper, you
haven't got a chance!
There's a gun on each
side of you, so come on out!
Are you comin' out? Huh?
All right, then. I'm comin' in.
Hold it!
Okay, you've had it!
Come on out of there!
Come on out!
Drop it! Drop it!
How is it?
Oh, it's not too bad, Eliot.
Get it taken care of, huh? Yeah.
What about the Tobeks?
Oh, they're inside.
So are the guns.
You two all right?
But Mr. Mulloy is dead.
He talked loud and
he carried a gun,
but he was not a
bad man, Mr. Ness.
We'd better go.
The seizure of 12
sub-machine guns
did not stop the trail of death,
but from the time of the
Untouchables' first raid
on the gangland arsenal,
the federal government estimated
there were never more
than eight of these guns
in the hands of the entire
underworld at any one time.
The Untouchables.