The Untouchables (1959–1963): Season 3, Episode 28 - The Monkey Wrench - full transcript

"Woman throws herself in
front of train after lover's quarrel."

No, it isn't like that at all.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

I think you told him everything.

No, he wanted
me to, but I didn't.

The train comes...

and the train goes! Yes!

Yes, I told him!

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.



Co-starring Claude
Akins and Bruce Gordon.

With special guest
star Dolores Dorn.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

March 2, 1933...

A remote section of the
northern Michigan lakefront.

The Chicago syndicate's
gigantic bootlegging operation

was beginning a new phase...

The smuggling of
cargo from Canada;

a special kind of cargo
transported 6,000 miles

to Al Capone's back door.

Chippewa Landing.

Chippewa. What-What
does that mean?

Some foreign word.

Who cares? Come on, let's go!



But this is America, yes?

Come on, it's freezing.

In Chicago, Eliot Ness
and his Untouchables

continued their
apparently endless war

on the sources
of illegal alcohol.

For each brewery destroyed,

two others seemed to
spring up in its place.

On the night of March 22, 1933,

one such concealed
still was doing its part

to quench a nation's thirst.

Let's see your wallet.

Just trying to make a buck.

It'll be quite a while

before you make
another one, Mr. Garchek.

Let's have yours.

Stay with him!

A couple of boys
are sticking with him,

but I don't think
they'll have a chance.

Who is this man, the brewmaster?

Yes, that's right.

His name is Behrendt.

Another raid, another
dead brewmaster.

He's still alive.

Welcome... Welcome
to... Chip... Landing.

What'd he say?

Sounded like: "Welcome
to Chip Landing".

That's the first
English he has spoken.

And the last.

The next morning,

the ruling council of
the Capone organization

waited impatiently
for their chief,

Frank Nitti, "The Enforcer."

Nitti had been vacationing
in Miami Beach.

He was not pleased to
leave the warm climate.

I got to come back because
some brewmaster gets hit?

And what's with
the big phone call...

"You got to come back, Frank!"

Whaddaya mean, I gotta?

They know how to
live in Miami Beach,

I'll tell you that.
Now, look, Frank,

it's hard to find these
guys in the Old Country,

and hard to bring 'em in.

Now you can't just go
knockin' 'em over like tin cans.

Now, look, Kova, I know
what these guys are worth.

We're hitting the
New York market hard

and Kulak's beginning to sweat.

Do him good.

But I ain't gonna take a chance

of foulin' up the
whole operation

because of one
lousy fat brewmeister!

Look, Frank,

those lousy
brewmeisters are turnin'

that rotgut we been
peddlin' into decent booze.

That's right, Kova.

Well then, why?

Because one of these
characters opens his mouth,

the Feds close in.

And if they don't,

some bright boy from
New York'll dope it out.

Either way, we run
second to Kulak,

and I don't like to run second.

Frank, it's tough enough

to convince these
guys to come over,

but if word gets back to Germany

that their friends
are gettin' killed here,

it's gonna be tougher.

If the job's too tough, Kova,
we can get you another one,

like trying to find the
bottom of lake Michigan.

And, Kova, I'm tired
of hearing your voice.

You're just going to
have to live with this:

If Ness or some
other cop wants to talk

to one of our German visitors,

then I'm gonna make sure the
German visitor can't talk back.

Now break it up.

The following morning,
Eliot Ness headed north

toward a small
Michigan fishing village

named Chippewa Landing.

Two factors decided
him on his journey:

The brewmaster's dying words,

and the fact that
Chippewa Landing

faced the Canadian border.

All the people of the
area were questioned.

It was nearly 11:00 when
Ness made the final stop

at an out-of-the-way
hunting lodge near the lake.

Sorry to bother you like this.

My name's Eliot Ness.

I'm with the government.

What can I do for you, Mr. Ness?

May I come in?

Certainly.

Can I take your
hat and your coat?

Thank you.

Just like to ask a few
questions, Miss, um...

Mrs... Mrs. Collins.

Mrs. Collins.

Is your husband home?

My husband passed
away a year ago.

I'm sorry.

Won't you sit down, Mr. Ness?

No, thank you.

I'll tell you what our
problem is, Mrs. Collins.

We have reason to suspect

that certain gangster
elements in Chicago

are smuggling
aliens into the country.

What brings you way up here?

We believe they
cross into the States

somewhere in the vicinity
of Chippewa Landing.

Aliens.

Is that so bad, Mr. Ness?

It is for them.

Several of these men have
been killed in the past week or so.

That's why we've been checking

with all the people up here.

Maybe one of them has
some information we could use.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't help you.

Well, if anything comes up,

we'd appreciate your
calling us, Mrs. Collins.

Certainly.

My husband always said

not cooperating with the police

is like putting a
muzzle on a watchdog.

Smart man.

Oh, he was.

And a real gentleman,
too, Mr. Ness.

He helped to build
this place and...

Something wrong, Mrs. Collins?

Just for a moment there,
you reminded me of...

someone.

Never mind.

Um... I'm up here all by myself

to fix the place up a bit.

Uh, make it something
like a summer resort.

I'm sure you'll do very well.

Oh, I'm not doing it for
the money, Mr. Ness.

I just plan on
inviting friends up.

You know what my
husband always used to say?

"What's the use of
making a million dollars,

if you don't make
the time to spend it?"

Well, I won't trouble you
any longer, Mrs. Collins.

Oh, it was no trouble, Mr. Ness.

Must get a pretty good
view of the lake from up here.

Oh, not tonight.

I'm afraid too much fog.

Uh, would you like some
coffee, Mr. Ness? No, thanks.

I'll give you a rain check then.

Thank you, Mrs. Collins.

You're welcome, Mr. Ness.

Good night. Good night.

Just what did you
get in my way for?

He didn't see anything.
How do you know?

Well, they are gone.

They are waiting for you, Max.

All right, tell them
I'll be right down.

Yeah.

Maybe he didn't see anything.

But I thought I told
you to get rid of him fast.

I got rid of him.

Oh, sure.

Not before you went into
your Lady Astor act again.

What's the matter,
Mady, did he get to you?

I just wanted to
make it sound legit.

Listen, Mady...

I'm going to tell you something.

I'm going to tell you
this for your own good:

Bert is dead.

Now, thanks for
the news flash, Max.

He was my husband,
do you remember?

So, he was my brother, remember?

But he's still dead.

Stop looking for him, will you?

Max? What?

Was it true what he said
about those men getting killed?

Well, I don't know, maybe.

Now, look, I have to
get down to the boat now.

Max...

What?

Maybe you shouldn't
use the house anymore.

Now, look...

it's me who has to
answer to Nitti and Kova.

I know, but I don't
want any more trouble.

Will you please stop worrying?

I promised Bert I'm
going to take care of you,

so I'm going to do it.

I want you to
know I appreciate it.

Just remember that Fed Ness.

He's just like any other cop.

He's an enemy.

He's your enemy, Max.

Although unable to locate
the smuggling operation,

the Untouchables alerted
all law enforcement officers

in the Chippewa County
area to be on the lookout

for any suspicious
activity near the lakefront.

The federal government, however,

was not the only
party showing concern.

The New York City
rackets boss Joe Kulak

faced his angry lieutenants.

It's a flood, Joe.

And I can't see that
you're doing much about it.

And it's good stuff.

Our speaks are laughing at us.

The customers take one
drink out of a Chicago bottle,

they can't give our stuff away.

I know.

You know. Great.

So there's nothing
to worry about, huh?

That's right, Louis.

It's no joke, Kulak!

I'm running $25,000
a week under.

And he's not the only one.

Now hold it, boys.

I know how Nitti's doing it.

I know how to stop him.

Yeah?

How?

You remember Karl Hanza?

He's a hard one to forget.

How does that
maniac fit into this?

Like a monkey wrench, Dutch.

Like a monkey wrench.

You can't trust him.

He's like a hophead.

Only with him it's natural.

This time we trust him.

He makes Vinnie Coll
look like a... a boy scout.

Ask Mr. Hanza to step in here.

I'm already in, Kulak.

I'm touched by your
kind words, gentlemen.

I will remember them.

The boys didn't
mean no harm, Hanza.

I didn't either.

When you gunned
down that Fed last year,

you put the heat on us good.

And I've been standing
in the corner for a year

like a bad boy.

Tell the boys what you told me.

Certainly.

I have a friend in Chicago.

A man from the Old
Country, Max Kerner.

He works for Nitti now.

He tells me how Nitti
brings men in from Germany

to work for him... experts.

How, Hanza?

"How, Hanza?"

Well, what difference
does it make?

You can't trust a hophead...

or a maniac, now, can you?

He tell you, Kulak?

No.

And I won't.

Then what are you after?

$250,000.

I was right.

He is a maniac.

Now you say that one more time.

Relax, Hanza.

What do we get for
that quarter of a million?

I smash Nitti's racket,

and he goes back to selling

his usual poison
to the local winos.

All right, Hanza.

Stop in tonight for the money.

Good day, gentlemen.

It's always good
to see old friends.

I still think we're
making a big mistake.

You can never tell what a
wild man like that's gonna do.

When you want an
explosion, Mr. Schultz,

the best thing to
use is dynamite.

Hello. Hobson.

Just a minute, please.

For you, Eliot.

It's a lady.

Hello. Ness.

Hello, Mr. Ness?

This is Mrs. Collins.

You stopped by my home
at Chippewa Landing.

That's right; about
two weeks ago.

What can I do for
you, Mrs. Collins?

Well, you asked me to call
you if anything unusual came up.

Yes, I did.

Well, there's an
old man up here.

Uh, he's part Indian...
Chippewa, I think...

And during the summer
he works as a guide here.

I think he can be trusted.

What'd he have to
say, Mrs. Collins?

Well, he said that
several times lately,

he's seen some strange men

in a deserted landing
up north of here.

He passes by there a
couple times a week.

Did he say what they
were doing, Mrs. Collins?

No, he didn't seem to know.

They were just sitting in a
parked car near the landing.

When was this?

Well, that's just it.

It's been the last
two Friday nights.

And so, if they were going
to be there again tonight,

I thought maybe
you'd like to know.

Exactly where is this
landing, Mrs. Collins?

About 20 miles north of here,

according to what
the old man says.

Uh, near Whitefish Point.

Thank you, Mrs. Collins.
Thank you very much.

We'll take it from here.

Oh, it was no trouble at all.

Mr. Ness, it, uh, it was
nice talking to you again.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Lee, call up all the local
sheriffs we talked to up there.

Tell them what Mrs. Collins said

and ask them to
stake out that area.

We should be up
there by 8:00 tonight.

All of us?

No, you stay here and
hold down the fort, Rico.

You might also run a
check on our Mrs. Collins.

You think something's wrong?

Did you ever see
him when he didn't

look a gift horse
smack in the mouth?

Prosit, Mady.

I still don't like it.

You'll get over it.

Anyhow, you handled him good.

That will keep those nosy

cops off our back,
at least for tonight.

Yeah, but what if he
finds out I was lying?

Now how can he find out?

There is a landing
up there, all right.

Is it your fault no one
is going to use it tonight?

What time do they get here?

Oh, around 11:00, as usual.

Believe you me, sweetheart,

Bert would have
been proud of you.

Go ahead, open it.

Go ahead.

It's Kova.

What's the matter, Max?

You expecting somebody else?

I thought it might be the cops.

No sense taking chances.

No sense at all.

Say, how come you made the trip?

Well, no offense, Max,

but if the Feds
are nosing around,

I'd better take charge personal.

Well, they are here.

Well then, get out there and
give them the key to the city.

Aren't you coming?

It's warmer up here.

How's it going, Mady?

Old Max is stepping right
in to Bert's shoes, huh?

What's the difference?

It's all in the family.

Wait here.

I'll send them back to you.

We don't want to
scare them to death.

Schnell. Schnell. Schnell.

Hurry up, boys.

Come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

Schnell. Schnell. Schnell.

Hanza!

Where's Kerner?

Probably checking the launch.

You go on up there.

You tell him Mr. Kova
wants to see him.

Where's Kerner?

I can't talk to these creeps.

I sent one of the
boys to get him.

He's got to give them names
and get their papers from them.

Kerner is dead.

What happened? I don't know.

He's just lying
there on the dock.

Looked like he'd been knifed.

Who was with him? Nobody.

Just them.

Okay, line them up against
the wall and frisk them.

All right, come on, let's go...

Here he is.

I found this in his coat pocket.

Now, why did you do it, Fritz?!

What's he saying?

Perhaps I can help you.

Yeah? Who are you?

My name is Schmidt.

Karl Schmidt.

Okay, Schmidt, what's he saying?

He says he knew Kerner
in Germany years ago

and that Kerner
killed his father.

He says he could
not help himself.

Then we'll have to help him.

Take him down to the lake,
Arnie, and get rid of him.

Get rid of Kerner's body, too.

How come you speak English?

My mother was English,
my father, German.

With Kerner gone, uh,

I could use you right here.

We got plenty brewmeisters,

but, uh, I need someone
who can handle this end of it.

If the money is good, I
will do whatever you say.

The money's good.

Mady?

Looks like you
got a new boarder.

This is your landlady, Schmidt.

The food's good,

but I can't say the
same for the company.

I disagree.

She is a very
attractive landlady.

We will become good friends.

The tip was a phony, right?

We combed the
area for six hours.

No sign of them. A
landing there, all right.

There hasn't been a
car around in months.

Figures.

Take a look at this.

"Mrs. Mady Collins,
real name: Mady Kerner.

"Husband, Albert 'Bert' Kerner.

"14 arrests, four convictions,

"assault, petty larceny,
bootlegging, auto theft.

"Died last year as a
result of gunfight in Cicero.

Believed to have been
part of the Nitti organization."

Well, it looks like our lady friend
has some questions to answer.

Mr. Ness, I want to talk to you.

Fellas, I'd like you to
meet Mrs. Bert Kerner.

All right.

You know that much.

How'd you like to
know a lot more?

Mrs. Kerner... I lied
to you at the house,

but I guess you
already know that.

Yes, we do.

My husband didn't retire.

He was shot to
death in a gunfight.

I know.

But what you don't know is

that my brother-in-law, Max
Kerner, was killed last night.

Who did it?

One of the aliens.

They didn't ask his name.

They just took him
out and shot him.

Well, who is they, Mrs. Kerner?

Lee.

Won't you sit down, Mrs. Kerner?

Thank you.

Now who is they?

Barney Kova.

He's in charge of the
smuggling operation?

For Frank Nitti.

Kova hired Max 'cause
he could speak German.

He was a good guy, Max.

He didn't deserve
that kind of treatment.

Why did you come
to me, Mrs. Kerner?

I don't know; I guess I'm
just sick of the whole thing.

I didn't think it'd
turn out this way.

With Nitti mixed up in it,
there isn't any other way.

Do you have anything
specific against Kova?

If I help you, Mr. Ness, can
I get a break or something?

You can make a deal if and
when you nail Kova for us.

I don't think I could take it.

Being in jail, I mean.

If you can help us,

we'll see what
we can do for you.

All right.

I think you mean it.

You know, sort of funny.

All these guys... Guys
I've known for years...

I wouldn't trust them to tell
me what day of the week it is.

I've only known you 15
minutes in my whole life,

and here I am tr...

I'm sorry, I don't want
to embarrass you,

but you know what I mean?

Well, what do you want me to do?

How far ahead do you
learn about the shipments?

Usually a couple days.

If you could get word out to us,

we could stake out the house,
grab Kova and the whole bunch.

Well, you've seen the house.

They could spot
someone 500 yards away.

Anyhow, Kova's
hardly ever there.

What about last night?

That was special.

Look, the road that
leads past the house...

it's the only one
along the lakefront.

You could wait for them there

a couple miles south,
just below the bridge?

When's the next shipment?

Monday night at 11:00.

Is that straight
from the old Indian?

I'm telling the truth this time.

All right, Mrs. Kerner.

I'll, uh, keep in touch.

Be careful.

Thanks, Mr. Ness.

What for?

It's been a long time

since anyone cared
what happened to me,

even that much.

Another act?

If it's an act, it's a good one.

You know what I think?

What?

You got yourself
a fan, Mr. Ness.

You think too much.

Let's get to work.

Yes, sir.

Now back to...

March 29, 11:40 p.m.

A carload of newly imported
aliens headed for Chicago.

It was a routine trip.

At the state line, a
mile and a half ahead,

a Chippewa County sheriff
waited with the Untouchables.

Their aim... To nail
the smuggling operation

once and for all.

After midnight already.

Yeah, I know.

She said 11:00, didn't she?

Get in!

Although all passengers in
the wrecked car were killed,

a positive identification
of the driver proved

that Mady Kerner's
tip had been correct.

Hours later,

the flaming car set off a
second explosion in Chicago.

I don't know, Frank.

I swear. I don't.

There's a leak,
Kova, and you plug it.

Frank, I talked to all the boys.

Most of your punks
don't understand English.

Sweat 'em! Oh, they wouldn't.

They wouldn't, huh?

Somebody tipped the Feds.

It wasn't me, Kova.

Oh, lay off, Frank. Lay off?

You got a stoolie
working your organization

who's liable to blow
up the whole operation!

Uh, if I may interrupt.

Who's he?

His name's Schmidt. He...

He's taking over Kerner's job.

You look familiar.

Have you ever been to Bremen?

Me? No.

He came in on the boat

the night Kerner was hit.

What do you want, Schmidt?

I think I can find your...
How did you phrase it... leak.

Oh, what are you talking about?

Perhaps the information
is not being passed

by a member of your
own organization,

but by one of those men
brought by you into this country.

How could he do that?

Perhaps he has a
confederate in the Old Country

who notifies him

when the men leave
from the German port.

Maybe.

Anyhow, it's a lot better idea

than anything you've
come up with, Kova.

I have, also, another idea.

Wait outside, Schmidt.

Hey, just a minute.

Let's hear it, Schmidt.

I would rather first do some
investigating on my own.

Okay. You investigate.

You come up with
the right answer,

we'll come up with
a $25,000 bonus.

He doesn't know anything, Frank.

What do you know, Kova?

You know where the door is.

The way you talk,
you better be good.

I'm good.

Mrs. Kerner.

Oh! Mr. Ness.

When I called you,

I didn't think you'd
pick such a public place.

They don't use this
station anymore.

The trains go by,
but they don't stop.

Should have named it after me.

I've been in a place
like this all my life.

You have something for us?

Well, that's just it.

I can't get anything anymore.

After you got Arnie
Reese last week,

the roof practically fell in.

You never heard such screaming.

So now, uh, we don't
know about the shipments

till they get here.

Looks like we gave
them too big a scare.

Something else, too.

A man named Schmidt.

One of the Germans
they brought over.

He's hired to find
out... who talked.

Does he suspect you?

Oh, no, I don't think so.

But he gives me the shakes.

There's something
funny about his eyes.

Look, if you think you're in
any danger, get in touch with me.

And don't underestimate
them, Mrs. Kerner.

Thank you, Mr. Ness.

Hey, you could do
me quite a favor.

I owe you one.

You could drop the
"Mrs. Kerner" all the time.

I got a first name, and I'm
more used to it; had it longer.

All right, Mady.

Hey, you know what?

That sounds like something
out of one of those corny movies.

You know what I mean?

Well, not exactly.

Ah, sure you do; you must.

There's always that
scene where the girl

wants a fella to know she likes
him... a guy she hardly knows.

So she says to him,

"Hey, Mr. Ness, you
can call me Mady,"

or something like that.

In the movies, it
works out every time.

And by the time
he starts calling her

Doris or Greta, it's even money.

By the time the
newsreel comes on,

the two of them
have fallen in love

and gotten married
and... and everything.

Boy, you'd think
they'd get tired

of making those corny
movies, wouldn't you?

And, sometimes it doesn't
always work out that way.

Sometimes... it isn't that easy.

Sometimes the man's married.

But that doesn't stop the
girl from loving the guy.

Sounds like your movie could
only have an unhappy ending.

And that silly girl would
get just what she deserved

for making such a
fool out of herself.

Mady, let me call you a cab.

No, I'm all right.

I'll be all right if you
just leave me alone.

Please.

I should kill you.

"Woman throws herself in
front of train after lovers' quarrel."

No, it isn't like that at all!

What is it like, Mrs.
Kerner? I don't know!

He just asked me
to meet him here.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

I think you told him everything.

No, he wanted
me to, but I didn't.

The train comes.

The people inside
feel a small jolt.

And the train goes. Yes!

Yes, I told him!

When are you going to
see him again, Mrs. Kerner?

Whenever I set it up.

But look, I promise I
won't see Ness again.

You're wrong, Mrs.
Kerner, you'll see him again.

No, I won't!

You'll see him
whenever I tell you to.

And you'll tell him
whatever I say.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Kerner?

What do you want?

The world, Mrs. Kerner!

The world that belongs
to Nitti and that pig Kulak.

And you'll get it for
me or I will kill you.

Right. All right, I'll
do whatever you say.

And don't think you can go
to your friend Ness for help.

Because I'll find him
before he finds me.

That's my job, Mrs. Kerner.

And I am very good at it.

Following Hanza's orders,

Eliot Ness was summoned
by Mady Kerner to a meeting

on a Lake Michigan
excursion boat.

Hello, Mady.

Hi.

Sorry to bring you way out here.

I promise you one thing.

No tears this time.

That's all right.

Your note said
something about Kova.

He found out I tipped you.

He wants to see you.

What for?

Wants to make a deal.

Did he say what kind?

He'll turn over all the records
on the smuggled aliens

if you can arrange
to give him immunity.

Oh, it sounds like he's
in some kind of a jam.

He is.

He, uh, thinks Nitti's
about to get rid of him

and that he can get
a better deal from you.

He's probably right.

Nitti's deals are
pretty one-sided.

He says, if you're interested,

you are to meet him tonight
at the lake house at 10:00.

You're to come alone.

If the deal doesn't
work through,

he "don't want no witnesses."

That's the way he talks.

All right, tell him
I'll be there tonight.

Alone.

Okay.

Good.

Anything new on the shipments?

No, they've slowed up.

In fact, uh... I've had so
much extra time on my hands,

I'm thinking of fixing
the place up a bit.

Yeah, it might make a...

nice summer resort, huh?

Say, that's a good idea.

Well, I wish you a lot of luck.

Tell Kova I'll see
him tonight, hmm?

Good night, Mady.

Good night.

You look a little
pale, Mrs. Kerner.

Have you lost
something, Mr. Kova?

What do you want, Schmidt?

To help, if you would
tell me your problem.

I'll tell you the
problem all right.

Everything's gone.

All my books on these aliens...

Names, addresses, everything.

You wouldn't know anything

about that, would you, Schmidt?

I think I would know
everything about that.

The one who informed Mr. Ness,

the one who has
stolen the records,

they are the same.

Even the dumbest cop on
the beat would figure that.

True... but I have the name.

Oh, well... well, let's have it.

You have been good to me, Kova,

and I am doing my
best to return the favor.

However, it is obvious
that you do not trust me,

so I shall go to Mr. Nitti,

who has also been good to me.

All right, Schmidt.

It's just that these
books are important.

Now, the Feds get hold of them,

they can nail us to the wall.

So we must act quickly.

What do you mean?

She has made an
appointment by telephone

to turn the records
over to Mr. Ness.

You're out of your mind.

What do you mean, "she"?

Mrs. Kerner.

Mady?

You're crazy.

Now, that is a
word I do not like.

Okay, okay.

Then stop acting like it, eh?

If you knew it was Mady,

why didn't you stop her?

I thought you would
want that privilege.

As I said, I am trying to help.

What time is the meet?

10:00 tonight... the lake house.

That phony,
double-crossing little...

If I can be of any
further help... No.

No, thanks.

I'll take care of her myself.

Letting a dame
into a setup like this

is asking for
trouble... every time.

So we'll just have
to let you out.

Kill him.

Good boys.

Pick up those records.

Get him out. MADY: Why?

Why'd you tell him
and why'd you kill him?

The books.

You planned it like that,

just like that, from the
beginning, didn't you?

I said pick up the books.

You wouldn't
think to look at him,

he has another killing
in him, would you?

He's going to kill your
good friend Mr. Ness.

That's the way it'll
appear to the police.

What else are they gonna think?

Ness will be killed
by Kova's gun.

Ness's men obviously know
that he's going to meet Kova here.

Why Ness?

With Ness and Kova both gone,

I can go to Nitti
on my own terms.

I've got the records,
and he'll have to listen.

That's Ness.

Go...

Mrs. Collins.

Put it down and
hold it right there!

Somebody got Kova.

That one is Schmidt.

No, it isn't.

It's Karl Hanza.

If I'd known before,

I wouldn't let you
play games with him.

Mr. Ness?

Could I speak to
you alone a minute?

He killed Kova just like
he wanted to kill you.

And he would
have, except for you.

I didn't know whether
you understood or not.

You know now.

Thanks.

Well, what's gonna happen
to me now, Mr. Ness?

I'm afraid you'll
have to come with us.

The rest is up to the
U.S. Attorney's Office.

I'll recommend that
no charges be filed.

Then, uh, this is
gonna be the last time

I get to see you...
alone, I mean.

Probably, Mady.

I guess sometimes, uh,
it's best not to say anything.

And if it's already been said...

Well, what's the difference?

Dreams are cheap.

Guess I'll wake up with a
brand-new one tomorrow.

Boy, that wind sure
makes your eyes water.

Come on, Mr. Ness,

it's a long way back to town.

By smashing the
alien smuggling racket,

Eliot Ness crushed
Frank Nitti's plan

to take over the Eastern
bootlegging empire.

No charges were brought
against Mady Kerner,

and she vanished
from the gangland scene

several weeks later, her
whereabouts still unknown.

She may never have
found a new dream,

but at least the
nightmare was over.

The Untouchables.