The Untouchables (1959–1963): Season 3, Episode 7 - Jigsaw - full transcript
Frank Nitti has a major problem: someone in his organization is leaking information to Eliot Ness and the Untouchables. They've closed down several of his distilleries and several members of the organization are starting to question Nitti's leadership. He decides to seek out someone who use to work for Al Capone, Walter Trager known as the Leaker, who has a knack for finding and closing down leaks in the organization. Trager narrows the possible list of leakers down to two people: Nitti driver Marty Wilger and his own brother-in-law Harry Mailer, a local politician on Nitti's payroll. Nitti orders them both killed but doesn't realize that Trager is out to take over the entire organization. Trager's sister, now a widow, has her own plans as well.
What's in the box?
A gun.
A beautiful, new machine gun.
What for?
We're going to blow
Mr. Nitti's head off.
Yeah?
Let's see it.
Go ahead, Cully, show the man.
What are you doing here, Trager?
Tonight's episode...
Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.
Co-starring Cloris Leachman
and Bruce Gordon.
With special guest
star James Gregory.
And narrated by Walter Winchell.
At 11:30 on the night
of September 14, 1932,
after the completion of a
successful speakeasy raid,
Eliot Ness visited
the Odeon Theatre.
His purpose was
not entertainment.
Hello, old friend.
How you fixed for cash?
Well, come on, it was
just like I said, wasn't it?
Girls, booze, tables.
I wonder what's all there.
Forget it.
Hey, okay, okay, I trust you.
Thanks.
Anything else, Marty?
Yeah.
Next time, I want double.
We're having a
depression, Marty.
Yeah, I know, but Nitti's been
going sky-high over these raids,
and the higher he gets,
the higher my price.
Besides, I'd better buy
some more life insurance.
I'd hate to check
and find you weren't
declaring this money
on your income tax.
I'll probably get in
touch again next week.
Hey, ain't you going to
stay and see the picture?
They always kill me.
You're lucky it's them.
You're in a dangerous
business, Marty.
The following day, Frank Nitti
called an emergency meeting
of the crime
organization's council.
So, now the boys in
New York are screaming,
Cleveland's screaming,
and I'm screaming.
Those raids cost us $200,000
in the last three months,
and that is no way
to run a business.
All I know, Frank, is we
never had this kind of trouble
when Al was
sitting in that chair.
Now, you better clear that up.
What I mean is, Al had
Walter Trager working for him.
Trager was Al's eye.
I don't know how he did it,
but nothing went on
in this organization
he didn't know about first.
They say he even
had a tap on the Feds.
Yeah... Trager.
What happened to him?
He was shot up pretty bad in a
gunfight a couple of years ago.
Well, where is he now?
Just dropped out of sight.
I don't think it'll help, but...
my wife is Trager's sister.
Well, then, where is he?
I don't know.
Billie, my wife, hasn't
seen him for over a year.
He's probably around someplace.
Harry?
Yeah, Frank?
You find Trager.
Yeah, Frank... I'll try.
No, you won't try, Harry.
You'll find him.
You're late.
What do you mean?
You're about six weeks late.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Yeah, I'm not surprised.
Two warehouses, a distillery
knocked over in the same week.
Somebody's talking.
You want to find the leak.
I figured my name would come up.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, no, no, I got
to finish this puzzle.
You're coming now.
Nitti wants to see you.
And I want to see him.
How is my sister, Harry?
She's okay.
Just fine.
I hope so.
There.
Now we can go.
We mustn't keep
Mr. Nitti waiting, must we?
Don't worry about
the money, Trager.
I'll take care of you.
I always worry about money.
Well, you'll get more, you
show me you're worth it.
You find somebody
who's singing to the Feds,
we make another deal.
Al thought I was worth more.
I'm not Al.
No, you're not.
You're starting me
pretty small, Frank.
Maybe.
We got a deal?
For now.
Hey, take it easy!
If I want to get knocked around,
I don't have to pay for it.
Yeah, you're
getting soft, Frank.
Muscles are for gorillas.
If I need anything, I
buy it, including you.
Maybe.
But I think you ought
to remember, Frank,
people sometimes
sit on soft people.
Yeah, but I'll tell
you one thing people
don't sit on, Trager,
and that's my chair.
Now, close the door
behind you when you leave.
Sure, Frank.
Got your message.
What have you got?
First the money.
Tip first, then money.
Not this time.
I ain't going to see you again.
Why?
First the money.
What put the scare into you?
Walter Trager.
Trager?
Is he back in the organization?
Yeah, and I'm driving for him.
You think he's on to you?
Not yet, but he's too
smart for my money.
Okay, what's the tip?
That was it.
You better lay low for a while.
Don't forget, I'm
still in the market.
Yeah, well, you better
do your shopping someplace else.
Marty.
Hello, Mr. Trager.
What are you doing here?
This is a surprise.
Ju-Just a minute
now... Not so fast. I...
I don't know whether
I've seen this picture.
Didn't know you liked
gangster pictures, Marty.
S-Sure, I-I come
here all the time.
You do, huh?
Come on, Marty.
Blocking the view.
What is it, bingo tonight?
You need a set of dishes?
We dropped about
$250,000 since August.
I could give you
the exact figures,
but I think you get the idea.
Yeah, my idea is that Ness
owes us about $250,000.
Frank?
We're having a meeting, Trager.
I've got to see you.
Well, take a good look.
Alone.
Okay, boys, let's break it up.
I'll be in touch later.
All right, Trager,
what's so important?
The puzzle's almost
finished, Frank.
You got a pigeon?
Almost.
"Almost" and a nickel will
buy you a cup of coffee.
I've got it boiled down to two.
What two?
Take a look.
Why Marty?
He gave me the
slip a couple of times.
I didn't like some
of the double-talk
answers he was giving me,
and he's spending pretty
big on what you're paying him.
Who else?
Don't go away, Frank.
There's where
I'm splitting my bet.
Harry's a council member.
Mm-hmm. Benedict
Arnold was a general.
And I could go back
about 1,900 years
for an even better example.
What makes you
think it might be Harry?
When he was doing
time a while back,
he got to be real
buddies with the warden.
Now, by a strange coincidence,
couple of months later,
the rest of Harry's
gang was picked up.
Then, he got two years
knocked off his sentence.
Anyway, I'll, uh, have your
answer in a couple of days.
In a couple of days, I
could lose another 50 grand.
I can't afford it.
It's a question of
economics, Trager.
Two of these cost 15 cents.
On the night of September 21,
Marty Wilger picked up
Walter Trager at his hotel.
One half hour later,
he found himself some 14 miles
outside the Chicago city limits.
Can you tell me
where I'm supposed
to be going, Mr. Trager?
Well, you, uh, just
keep driving, Marty.
Have you seen any
good movies lately, Marty?
No, I-I ain't been to
the movies since...
you know.
That's just the trouble, Marty.
I don't know.
I've been doing everything
you tell me to do, Mr. Trager.
Yes, you have, Marty.
You've been very good.
And, uh, now I am
telling you to stop the car.
And now I'm telling
you to get out of the car.
♪ ♪
You know, honey,
I can't figure that
brother of yours out.
Here I bring him back
into the organization
and make him a big man.
All he gives me is the needle
and a fishy stare.
Maybe he don't like you, Harry.
Maybe the feeling's mutual.
Hey, fix this tie, will you?
You'd better get a
move on, we'll be late.
Oh, we'll get there.
The sooner we get there,
the sooner we get home.
Harry, you want me
to get ready or not?
I'll get it.
What do you want?
I got a message from Trager.
We were just leaving.
Well, it'll just take a second.
Okay, okay, come in.
Like I said, it'll
just take a second.
All right, I'm waiting.
Hey, what you doing?
Harry?
Will you turn it down?
Harry, somebody'll
call the cops!
So you don't break up a set.
Did you get both?
Both.
Nice work.
No more problems.
Except one.
I need more men.
I just got through telling you
there ain't no more problems.
Frank, are you sure all the
boys are playing straight with you?
Why? You know something?
I hear things, Frank,
but I need men
to check them out.
Well, Cully's a good boy.
One man.
And there's
something else, Frank.
You need protection.
From what?
Well, like I said,
I hear things.
I don't need protecting,
and you don't need any men.
All right, Frank,
have it your way.
That's the only way there is.
All right, let's
try it once more.
Did you see or
hear anything at all?
I told you, nothing
but the record.
You could have
heard it in Milwaukee.
Mrs. Mailer, it was your
husband who was shot.
Didn't he mean anything to you?
He was my husband.
That's not what I asked you.
What do you care?
I thought you might want
to help us find the
man who killed him.
Isn't that what the government's
paying you for?
You're not going
to help at all, huh?
Do you know your husband
worked for Frank Nitti?
He was in business,
and if you're through
with yours, I wish you'd go.
Unless you have some other
reason for wanting to stay.
Two nights later, Walter Trager,
in the company of Cully Grice,
paid a visit to Frank
Nitti on his home grounds.
They came, as most
did, bearing tribute.
Hey. How are you, Battler?
Oh, hiya, Mr. Trager.
Mr. Nitti in?
Uh, yeah. You-You
got an appointment?
No.
Well, I'll-I'll see
if he can see you.
No. Don't-Don't bother, Battler.
You see, we've got a
little surprise for him.
Oh, well, he don't
need no lilies.
Oh, no. No, you
got us all wrong.
Then what's in the box?
A gun... beautiful,
new machine gun.
What for?
We're gonna blow
Mr. Nitti's head off.
Yeah?
Let's see it.
Go ahead, Cully, show the man.
Remember, Cully,
always tell the truth.
That's right.
What are you doing here, Trager?
What kind of a
kid stunt is that?
Yeah.
Ah, maybe it was kind
of a kid stunt, Frank,
but this is a real grownup gun.
You're gonna have
to kill me with that.
That's the only thing
that's gonna stop me
from tearing you to pieces!
Frank, if I wanted you dead,
I just passed up the
perfect opportunity.
You see, there could have
been real bullets in that chopper.
Ten minutes.
You give me ten minutes,
and I'll hand this over
to you butt-end first.
All right, everybody, out.
You're not hurt.
How do you know he won't
try something else funny?
I'm glad you thought
that was funny, Banion.
Now leave us alone.
All right, Trager, what
are you trying to prove?
I just proved it.
What?
You can be killed, Frank.
Easy.
And I know there
are a lot of guys
who would like to make the try.
Just what do you want?
I want more men to do my job.
What is your job?
Protecting my
interests, meaning you.
Frank, suppose you
were to get hit, huh?
It might wash me
right out of the picture,
and I'm not so
sure I'd like that.
The only reason you got this far
is because all my boys
downstairs know you.
Exactly the point
I'm trying to make.
Whoever tries to push you over
is gonna be somebody
pretty close to you.
Now, you can take
care of your enemies.
I'll protect you
from your friends.
How many men do you need?
You're right on time.
You said it yourself.
That's what they pay me for.
What's the matter?
You took off your hat
when you sat down.
I'm impressed.
Um... about Harry.
I'm going to help you, Ness.
What made you decide
to change your mind?
Lots of things.
Maybe I'm bored.
Maybe I've turned
social reformer.
Maybe I like you.
Maybe you decided your
husband didn't deserve to be killed.
Maybe.
I owe you an
apology, Mrs. Mailer,
for what I was thinking.
Look, Ness, they don't play
"Hearts and Flowers" here,
and I'm no grieving widow.
Harry paid the rent
and bought the food.
I lived in the house,
I ate the food.
Maybe that was love.
Maybe.
Well, whatever it was,
I sure didn't have
anything else,
and nobody had any
business messing it up.
Why didn't you offer
to help that first day?
You act like a gentleman,
but you sure talk like a cop.
I was scared, that's why.
I have a brother.
He might not like my helping.
Your brother?
Walter Trager?
You think he killed
your husband?
I think if he didn't,
he knows who did.
He hated Harry.
You want to laugh?
He thought I was
too good for him.
He called him a cheap gangster.
Can you beat it? Him.
Sounds like he cared for you.
That's why I phoned you.
Walter called me today.
He wants me to move
into his apartment.
I told him I'd think it over.
And?
The cops put a lock
on my apartment,
and hotels give me the creeps,
so... I'm moving in.
Here's my card.
If you think of anything
that might help,
give me a call, hmm?
Ness?
I may have loved Harry.
I don't know.
But it wasn't forever.
I guess nothing is.
But if you think of anything,
give me a call?
Do I need a password
or something?
Oh, no. Come in, Billie.
This is my friend, Hawk.
My sister, Billie.
Hello.
He's not being rude.
It's just that he's
deaf and dumb.
Be careful what you say,
though. He does read lips.
You were just leaving, Hawk?
When you score,
Walter, you really score.
What's the matter?
You seem a little
surprised to see me.
It was just that you didn't
sound too eager on the phone.
Well, I sat down and
did a little arithmetic,
and I figured you
owe me something.
But then I figured I
owe you something, too.
What's that?
That was for Harry.
Now we're square.
All I know about
Harry is that he got hit,
and for your sake, I'm sorry.
You'd only be sorry if you
or your boys missed him.
Ah, Billie, you're dreaming!
Maybe. I told you we're square.
Anyway, you were
right, Walter, about Harry.
He was just a punk.
If it hadn't been you, it would
have been some other gun.
And all he deserves
as a monument is
a slap in the face.
Now where do I sleep?
In there.
You always were a
gentleman, Walter.
Hmm?
Where's, uh, the
rest of your things?
I'm just going to
stay a couple of days.
No, no, Billie, you move in.
Maybe I owe you that,
not just because of Harry.
You're the only
family I have left.
You move in, Billie, huh?
Maybe... maybe it could
be like the good old days?
Were there good
old days, Walter?
And now, back to...
In mid-October, 1932,
the Untouchables
planned a series of raids,
designed to dry up
the contraband alcohol
in Frank Nitti's
bootlegging empire.
But moves that looked
like set-ups on paper
ended in failure after failure.
What do you think went wrong?
Walter Trager.
After a series of
unsuccessful raids,
Eliot Ness was convinced that
the Nitti organization
was being tipped.
You boys find anything?
Not a thing.
That doesn't make sense.
They've been outguessing
us every step of the way,
and it can't be all luck.
There must be a
direct line to this office.
Well, we've checked
every possibility.
That's why it
doesn't make sense.
The four of us are the only ones
who could've known
about those raids.
Is there something
you'd like to ask us, Eliot?
Yes, one thing.
Why don't we get out of
here and get some dinner?
Come on.
Hi.
Oh, I'm sorry, Frank, I
didn't know you were busy.
No, that's all right,
Banion's just leaving.
Yeah.
Frank was telling
me about the losses.
Maybe I'd better stop by later
and check over your books, hmm?
Banion ain't the only one.
All of a sudden, somebody's
cuttin' into the whole operation.
Robbins is down 25%,
and Urcel reports a
bigger drop than that.
Now, I don't know
who's doing the cutting.
Well, what do you want me to do?
Your job.
The organization is losing
about 25 grand a week
and it's gotta stop.
And you're gonna stop it.
You and your "Untouchables."
Sure, Frank, I'll
take care of it,
but I'm gonna need a
couple of more guns.
You got guns.
You got everything you need.
Money, power, and
that bunch of bright boys.
And I'm gonna give
you something else.
What's that?
One week.
I wonder if moving the office
will make any difference.
We can't take a chance it won't.
Too bad, too.
What do you mean?
They got us on the run
just when Nitti's sweating.
Word's around town somebody's
cutting in on Nitti territory
and Trager's looking for him.
Come in.
Hello.
Well, Hello, Mrs...
Never mind that.
If you want to contact
me again, do it through
Captain Johnson's office,
Police Headquarters.
Okay.
Okay, I thought I
was gonna help.
But maybe not. I'm sure you are.
Lee, cover me on
the typewriter, huh?
Keep your voice down.
What's the matter?
I'm afraid we've got
an uninvited guest.
That for us?
Oh, yeah, it's nothing special.
Just scraps and receipts.
Things I pulled out
of the waste basket.
I feel like a Mata
Hari or something.
Come in.
I'm in.
How are you, Frank?
Nice place you got here.
You must be doing
very well, Trager.
Sit down, Frank.
Your sister went
calling this afternoon.
Well, what's that to you?
She went calling on Eliot Ness.
How'd you know that?
A big birdie told me.
Hawk.
Nice work, Sherlock.
Hawk's one of my boys.
You're wrong this time, Trager.
He's one of my boys,
and you're one of my boys.
Right.
All right, Frank,
what do you want?
I want you to get rid of her.
Maybe she had a good
reason to go call on Ness.
What's good for her
may not be good for me.
But that's a
chance I don't take.
She's my sister, Frank.
And Harry Mailer was
your brother-in-law.
Well, maybe stooling
runs in the family.
By the way, she brought
Ness a little present.
An envelope filled with papers.
Frank, you can't ask
me to kill my own sister.
Maybe not.
But I can't afford to have
her alive and spilling to Ness.
And I can't afford men
who don't take orders.
I didn't know you
were busy, Walter.
He's not busy, Mrs. Mailer.
I just stopped
by to invite Walter
to a little party I'm tossing.
In fact, I suggested
he bring you along.
What's a party
without pretty girls, eh?
I'll talk to you later, Frank.
After you take care of
those party arrangements.
It's been nice seeing
you, Mrs. Mailer.
What did they want?
What's it to you?
Don't bite my head off.
I've had enough of
my own troubles today.
Yeah?
Suppose you explain that.
Eliot Ness had me picked up.
What for?
Oh, just more questions
about Harry's killing.
What did you tell him?
Nothing.
I told him nothing.
What could I tell him?
What was in the envelope?
Oh, they wanted some papers
and things Harry had aroun...
How do you know about that?
Never mind. What else was in it?
Just some old letters
and bills, license, just junk.
I went through it all before.
It won't help them.
Where did they pick you up?
At my old flat.
A young cop, he took me to Ness.
And what were
you doing at the flat?
Cleaning out some things
I hadn't moved over yet.
How did Ness know
you were there?
I don't know.
Wait a minute!
When I got there, I found
somebody put a padlock
on the door so I had to
call the super to let me in,
and he said the cops had
put the lock on the door
to seal the apartment, so...
so, he must've called the Feds.
What's eating you, Walter?
You ask more
questions than Ness.
Frank Nitti just gave
me orders to kill you.
And I could do it, too.
But it just so
happens I believe you.
So, just be glad
you're my sister
when I ask questions first.
What are you gonna do?
First, we got to
get you out of here.
Nitti finds you're still alive
it'll be both of our necks.
I can't hide out forever.
No, no, just a little while.
And I've got just the place.
It's getting dark
enough, so, come on,
get your things and let's go.
Come on.
♪ ♪
Walter Trager's drive
to an abandoned livery stable
on the north side of Chicago
did not go unobserved.
Agent Lee Hobson
had kept Billie Mailer
under constant surveillance
from the time she left
the Untouchables' office.
Right smack-dab in
the middle of Chicago.
Nitti could look for a year
and never come close.
How did you find this place?
I looked for it.
Figured it might come
in handy someday.
I've had it about a month.
Uh, Billie, I have a couple
of things I have to check out.
You stay here... don't
poke your nose outside.
We'll sneak you out
of town in the morning.
Don't worry, I'm
not going anyplace.
Can't you just explain to Nitti?
Sure, sure you
can explain to him.
The trouble is he won't listen.
If you get hungry, there's
some food over there.
If you get bored, uh,
play with the puzzle.
Walter?
Yeah?
I'm sorry.
Sure.
Just like when
we were kids, huh?
Trager just left.
The girl's still inside.
Hello.
Why don't you get out of here?
What are you doing here?
Looking for you.
Well, you've done
enough already.
Just get out!
Just what is it I've done?
Nitti was tipped I was
in your office today.
And he ordered
Walter to kill me, see?
You look very much alive to me.
Listen, I know I
promised to help you,
but the deal's off.
Why the sudden switch?
You said it already: I'm alive.
What if he finds out
you've been reporting to us?
No, he won't find out.
I covered myself
and he believed me.
But I won't have to lie to
him again 'cause, Mister,
I quit this spy business
about 10 minutes ago, see?
You seem to forget there's
an order out to kill you.
Your brother isn't the
only one in town with a gun.
You seem to forget
that in my little world,
everybody's got a gun.
And my little world
ain't Lake Shore Drive
and the Palmer House.
I'm up to here with guns.
And I'm up to here with lying
and killing and-and cops, see?
And I'm up to here with me.
I don't like my life much,
so why should you?
You've still got my number.
Yeah, well, don't
wait up for my call.
Walter's getting me out
of town in the morning
and I don't like you well enough
for long-distance rates.
Not anymore.
So, if you'd just get
out of a lady's bedroom.
Huh? Please?
Good night, Mrs. Mailer.
Good-bye, Mr. Ness.
What about protective custody?
How long could we hold her?
A week? A month?
Nitti would wait,
and she'd be the prettiest
sitting duck in town.
No, she's safer out of town.
Eliot?
This is a business ledger.
Could be something.
The last entry was dated
a couple of days ago.
It shows a series of large cash
payments from Charlie Banion,
Wolfie Robbins and
a couple of others.
It totals well over $100,000.
This could be the solution
to Mr. Trager's little problem.
He's looking for the one
who's muscling in on Nitti?
That's right.
Unless I'm way off base,
the man Walter
Trager is looking for is...
Walter Trager.
I'm sorry to bother
you, Mr. Moody,
but we're going
on a little trip.
My sister asked me to pick
up a few things she left here.
Oh, no trouble at all.
Well, here it is...
Apartment 105.
Uh-huh.
Oh, say, would you
mind giving her this mail?
It's been lying here
for a week now.
Huh?
Yes, yes, Mr. Moody,
I'll-I'll see that she gets it.
Uh, what happened
to the padlock?
Padlock?
Yeah, you know, the-the seal
that the cops put on the door?
Oh, that.
They took that off a
couple of days ago.
Haven't been able
to rent it, though.
People hear about the
murder here, and they...
Yes, yes, I... I understand
But thanks. Thanks very much.
Say... Hmm?
Didn't you want to
pick up some things?
No.
Uh, she won't be needing them.
Thanks again.
Shortly before dawn
the following morning,
Eliot Ness received a call
from Captain Hale Johnson
of the Chicago police.
A fisherman had
reported an unusual catch
at a nearby Lake
Michigan fishing site...
The body of Billie Mailer.
Eliot, I think I've
got something.
Let's hear it.
Remember those papers
Billie Mailer gave us?
Yeah.
Those were the rental receipts
from the Chicago
Management Corporation
for a one-room office
rented to a Mr. Walter Trager
at 152 Columbia Avenue.
Right across the street.
Hold it.
If someone's there, you're
liable to scare him off.
Go down the hall, see if
we've got company, eh?
Be right back.
If anybody's there, we
can pick him up easy.
If anybody's there, I
may have another idea.
We don't want to
waste a good spy.
Pretty as a picture, and I
know him, too... Hawk Feeny.
Used to run with Guzik's boys.
I remember.
Deaf, dumb and a lip-reader.
Well, make sure he doesn't
go away empty-handed.
Then we don't pick him up?
No. We'll let him carry
a bomb back to Nitti.
Remember those ledgers we found?
They show that
Trager's been receiving
substantial cash payments
from Wolfie Robbins,
Charlie Banion, Larry Urcel.
This can only mean
that Trager's taking himself
a nice slice of Mr. Nitti's pie.
But even as Eliot Ness attempted
to divide the organization,
Walter Trager was
gathering his forces
for the carefully-planned
takeover of the Nitti empire.
The place and time was set...
The Nitti council
chamber that night.
Except for the council
members, nobody else comes in.
Frank?
You're a little early, Trager,
and we don't have
a visitors' gallery.
Well, these are
your boys, Frank.
We're all your boys.
Don't you remember?
They're just here to see
that everything's done legal.
What's "everything," Trager?
We're electing a
new chairman, Frank.
Oh, funny.
Nobody told me.
I'm telling you.
Oh, don't get too pushy, Trager.
It's the soft guy that gets
pushed around, Frank.
Don't you remember?
I've warned you.
I got the votes, Frank,
and I got 40 guns
behind every vote.
And do you know
why they're with me?
Because I've got
an operation going
that's going to push
you out of Chicago.
All I have to do is say
move, and they'll move.
Sounds like you've
got 'em well-trained.
Sure, they're well-trained.
All I have to do
is pass the word,
and they might even
attack their old master.
So, what do you say, Frank?
Do you want to move
over, or do I have to push?
Well, let me call the boys in.
You can have your vote.
You're the boss, Frank.
Come on in, boys.
We're calling the
meeting to order.
We came up a little short,
but I think we got a quorum.
Where's Urcel?
Oh, didn't you hear?
He had an accident
about an hour ago.
A friend of his was
cleaning an old gun.
Robbins... and Banion?
Well, Robbins got
held up in traffic.
He was run over by a
car a couple of times.
And Banion?
Well, he didn't look too well,
so I sent him out in
the country with Hawk
to get a little fresh air.
All right, Frank.
All right, you got wise.
But it still won't work.
See, we're not playing
your rules anymore.
We're playing mine.
There's only one
set of rules, Trager.
I wrote 'em.
All right, boys, herd
them out of here.
You've been very expensive
to have around, Trager.
I figure you cost me 150 grand,
plus three good boys in
Robbins, Banion and Urcel.
The money I can get
back, but not those boys.
Frank, I've got ideas.
Don't throw them away.
What kind of ideas
can a dead man have?
Because that's
what you are, Trager.
Drop 'em. Drop 'em!
He ain't dead yet.
First guy makes a
move pulls this trigger.
You forgot one, Frank.
It don't have to be now, Trager,
but you better keep
looking over your shoulder.
Come on, Cully,
let's get out of here.
Yeah.
Wait a minute!
Don't you want the
boys to go after 'em?
It's all taken care of.
One of the boys
is right beside him.
Ness.
Yeah.
Good work, Jack.
Looks like our bomb
blew up in Trager's face.
Maybe he'll talk to us now.
Where do we find him?
He needs a hideout,
and he's got one.
Nobody.
I don't get it. It's too easy.
We just gave 'em the slip.
Stop.
No, I set up that
whole operation.
They-They could have
got us on the stairs,
the front door, anywhere.
How much longer till
we get to this place?
Hmm?
Oh.
Uh, ten minutes, Cully.
You've got about ten minutes.
Shall we invite ourselves in?
Let's hold off.
We want him alone.
Right down to the
end there, Cully.
I've got it fitted
up pretty good.
I warned you, Cully.
Always tell the truth.
Hold it!
This is the one
you pay for, Trager.
Through the efforts
of Eliot Ness and
the Untouchables,
Frank Nitti has been forced
to tear his empire apart
in an attempt to
preserve his throne.
And Walter Trager
would not be around
to put the pieces together.
The Untouchables.
A gun.
A beautiful, new machine gun.
What for?
We're going to blow
Mr. Nitti's head off.
Yeah?
Let's see it.
Go ahead, Cully, show the man.
What are you doing here, Trager?
Tonight's episode...
Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.
Co-starring Cloris Leachman
and Bruce Gordon.
With special guest
star James Gregory.
And narrated by Walter Winchell.
At 11:30 on the night
of September 14, 1932,
after the completion of a
successful speakeasy raid,
Eliot Ness visited
the Odeon Theatre.
His purpose was
not entertainment.
Hello, old friend.
How you fixed for cash?
Well, come on, it was
just like I said, wasn't it?
Girls, booze, tables.
I wonder what's all there.
Forget it.
Hey, okay, okay, I trust you.
Thanks.
Anything else, Marty?
Yeah.
Next time, I want double.
We're having a
depression, Marty.
Yeah, I know, but Nitti's been
going sky-high over these raids,
and the higher he gets,
the higher my price.
Besides, I'd better buy
some more life insurance.
I'd hate to check
and find you weren't
declaring this money
on your income tax.
I'll probably get in
touch again next week.
Hey, ain't you going to
stay and see the picture?
They always kill me.
You're lucky it's them.
You're in a dangerous
business, Marty.
The following day, Frank Nitti
called an emergency meeting
of the crime
organization's council.
So, now the boys in
New York are screaming,
Cleveland's screaming,
and I'm screaming.
Those raids cost us $200,000
in the last three months,
and that is no way
to run a business.
All I know, Frank, is we
never had this kind of trouble
when Al was
sitting in that chair.
Now, you better clear that up.
What I mean is, Al had
Walter Trager working for him.
Trager was Al's eye.
I don't know how he did it,
but nothing went on
in this organization
he didn't know about first.
They say he even
had a tap on the Feds.
Yeah... Trager.
What happened to him?
He was shot up pretty bad in a
gunfight a couple of years ago.
Well, where is he now?
Just dropped out of sight.
I don't think it'll help, but...
my wife is Trager's sister.
Well, then, where is he?
I don't know.
Billie, my wife, hasn't
seen him for over a year.
He's probably around someplace.
Harry?
Yeah, Frank?
You find Trager.
Yeah, Frank... I'll try.
No, you won't try, Harry.
You'll find him.
You're late.
What do you mean?
You're about six weeks late.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Yeah, I'm not surprised.
Two warehouses, a distillery
knocked over in the same week.
Somebody's talking.
You want to find the leak.
I figured my name would come up.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, no, no, I got
to finish this puzzle.
You're coming now.
Nitti wants to see you.
And I want to see him.
How is my sister, Harry?
She's okay.
Just fine.
I hope so.
There.
Now we can go.
We mustn't keep
Mr. Nitti waiting, must we?
Don't worry about
the money, Trager.
I'll take care of you.
I always worry about money.
Well, you'll get more, you
show me you're worth it.
You find somebody
who's singing to the Feds,
we make another deal.
Al thought I was worth more.
I'm not Al.
No, you're not.
You're starting me
pretty small, Frank.
Maybe.
We got a deal?
For now.
Hey, take it easy!
If I want to get knocked around,
I don't have to pay for it.
Yeah, you're
getting soft, Frank.
Muscles are for gorillas.
If I need anything, I
buy it, including you.
Maybe.
But I think you ought
to remember, Frank,
people sometimes
sit on soft people.
Yeah, but I'll tell
you one thing people
don't sit on, Trager,
and that's my chair.
Now, close the door
behind you when you leave.
Sure, Frank.
Got your message.
What have you got?
First the money.
Tip first, then money.
Not this time.
I ain't going to see you again.
Why?
First the money.
What put the scare into you?
Walter Trager.
Trager?
Is he back in the organization?
Yeah, and I'm driving for him.
You think he's on to you?
Not yet, but he's too
smart for my money.
Okay, what's the tip?
That was it.
You better lay low for a while.
Don't forget, I'm
still in the market.
Yeah, well, you better
do your shopping someplace else.
Marty.
Hello, Mr. Trager.
What are you doing here?
This is a surprise.
Ju-Just a minute
now... Not so fast. I...
I don't know whether
I've seen this picture.
Didn't know you liked
gangster pictures, Marty.
S-Sure, I-I come
here all the time.
You do, huh?
Come on, Marty.
Blocking the view.
What is it, bingo tonight?
You need a set of dishes?
We dropped about
$250,000 since August.
I could give you
the exact figures,
but I think you get the idea.
Yeah, my idea is that Ness
owes us about $250,000.
Frank?
We're having a meeting, Trager.
I've got to see you.
Well, take a good look.
Alone.
Okay, boys, let's break it up.
I'll be in touch later.
All right, Trager,
what's so important?
The puzzle's almost
finished, Frank.
You got a pigeon?
Almost.
"Almost" and a nickel will
buy you a cup of coffee.
I've got it boiled down to two.
What two?
Take a look.
Why Marty?
He gave me the
slip a couple of times.
I didn't like some
of the double-talk
answers he was giving me,
and he's spending pretty
big on what you're paying him.
Who else?
Don't go away, Frank.
There's where
I'm splitting my bet.
Harry's a council member.
Mm-hmm. Benedict
Arnold was a general.
And I could go back
about 1,900 years
for an even better example.
What makes you
think it might be Harry?
When he was doing
time a while back,
he got to be real
buddies with the warden.
Now, by a strange coincidence,
couple of months later,
the rest of Harry's
gang was picked up.
Then, he got two years
knocked off his sentence.
Anyway, I'll, uh, have your
answer in a couple of days.
In a couple of days, I
could lose another 50 grand.
I can't afford it.
It's a question of
economics, Trager.
Two of these cost 15 cents.
On the night of September 21,
Marty Wilger picked up
Walter Trager at his hotel.
One half hour later,
he found himself some 14 miles
outside the Chicago city limits.
Can you tell me
where I'm supposed
to be going, Mr. Trager?
Well, you, uh, just
keep driving, Marty.
Have you seen any
good movies lately, Marty?
No, I-I ain't been to
the movies since...
you know.
That's just the trouble, Marty.
I don't know.
I've been doing everything
you tell me to do, Mr. Trager.
Yes, you have, Marty.
You've been very good.
And, uh, now I am
telling you to stop the car.
And now I'm telling
you to get out of the car.
♪ ♪
You know, honey,
I can't figure that
brother of yours out.
Here I bring him back
into the organization
and make him a big man.
All he gives me is the needle
and a fishy stare.
Maybe he don't like you, Harry.
Maybe the feeling's mutual.
Hey, fix this tie, will you?
You'd better get a
move on, we'll be late.
Oh, we'll get there.
The sooner we get there,
the sooner we get home.
Harry, you want me
to get ready or not?
I'll get it.
What do you want?
I got a message from Trager.
We were just leaving.
Well, it'll just take a second.
Okay, okay, come in.
Like I said, it'll
just take a second.
All right, I'm waiting.
Hey, what you doing?
Harry?
Will you turn it down?
Harry, somebody'll
call the cops!
So you don't break up a set.
Did you get both?
Both.
Nice work.
No more problems.
Except one.
I need more men.
I just got through telling you
there ain't no more problems.
Frank, are you sure all the
boys are playing straight with you?
Why? You know something?
I hear things, Frank,
but I need men
to check them out.
Well, Cully's a good boy.
One man.
And there's
something else, Frank.
You need protection.
From what?
Well, like I said,
I hear things.
I don't need protecting,
and you don't need any men.
All right, Frank,
have it your way.
That's the only way there is.
All right, let's
try it once more.
Did you see or
hear anything at all?
I told you, nothing
but the record.
You could have
heard it in Milwaukee.
Mrs. Mailer, it was your
husband who was shot.
Didn't he mean anything to you?
He was my husband.
That's not what I asked you.
What do you care?
I thought you might want
to help us find the
man who killed him.
Isn't that what the government's
paying you for?
You're not going
to help at all, huh?
Do you know your husband
worked for Frank Nitti?
He was in business,
and if you're through
with yours, I wish you'd go.
Unless you have some other
reason for wanting to stay.
Two nights later, Walter Trager,
in the company of Cully Grice,
paid a visit to Frank
Nitti on his home grounds.
They came, as most
did, bearing tribute.
Hey. How are you, Battler?
Oh, hiya, Mr. Trager.
Mr. Nitti in?
Uh, yeah. You-You
got an appointment?
No.
Well, I'll-I'll see
if he can see you.
No. Don't-Don't bother, Battler.
You see, we've got a
little surprise for him.
Oh, well, he don't
need no lilies.
Oh, no. No, you
got us all wrong.
Then what's in the box?
A gun... beautiful,
new machine gun.
What for?
We're gonna blow
Mr. Nitti's head off.
Yeah?
Let's see it.
Go ahead, Cully, show the man.
Remember, Cully,
always tell the truth.
That's right.
What are you doing here, Trager?
What kind of a
kid stunt is that?
Yeah.
Ah, maybe it was kind
of a kid stunt, Frank,
but this is a real grownup gun.
You're gonna have
to kill me with that.
That's the only thing
that's gonna stop me
from tearing you to pieces!
Frank, if I wanted you dead,
I just passed up the
perfect opportunity.
You see, there could have
been real bullets in that chopper.
Ten minutes.
You give me ten minutes,
and I'll hand this over
to you butt-end first.
All right, everybody, out.
You're not hurt.
How do you know he won't
try something else funny?
I'm glad you thought
that was funny, Banion.
Now leave us alone.
All right, Trager, what
are you trying to prove?
I just proved it.
What?
You can be killed, Frank.
Easy.
And I know there
are a lot of guys
who would like to make the try.
Just what do you want?
I want more men to do my job.
What is your job?
Protecting my
interests, meaning you.
Frank, suppose you
were to get hit, huh?
It might wash me
right out of the picture,
and I'm not so
sure I'd like that.
The only reason you got this far
is because all my boys
downstairs know you.
Exactly the point
I'm trying to make.
Whoever tries to push you over
is gonna be somebody
pretty close to you.
Now, you can take
care of your enemies.
I'll protect you
from your friends.
How many men do you need?
You're right on time.
You said it yourself.
That's what they pay me for.
What's the matter?
You took off your hat
when you sat down.
I'm impressed.
Um... about Harry.
I'm going to help you, Ness.
What made you decide
to change your mind?
Lots of things.
Maybe I'm bored.
Maybe I've turned
social reformer.
Maybe I like you.
Maybe you decided your
husband didn't deserve to be killed.
Maybe.
I owe you an
apology, Mrs. Mailer,
for what I was thinking.
Look, Ness, they don't play
"Hearts and Flowers" here,
and I'm no grieving widow.
Harry paid the rent
and bought the food.
I lived in the house,
I ate the food.
Maybe that was love.
Maybe.
Well, whatever it was,
I sure didn't have
anything else,
and nobody had any
business messing it up.
Why didn't you offer
to help that first day?
You act like a gentleman,
but you sure talk like a cop.
I was scared, that's why.
I have a brother.
He might not like my helping.
Your brother?
Walter Trager?
You think he killed
your husband?
I think if he didn't,
he knows who did.
He hated Harry.
You want to laugh?
He thought I was
too good for him.
He called him a cheap gangster.
Can you beat it? Him.
Sounds like he cared for you.
That's why I phoned you.
Walter called me today.
He wants me to move
into his apartment.
I told him I'd think it over.
And?
The cops put a lock
on my apartment,
and hotels give me the creeps,
so... I'm moving in.
Here's my card.
If you think of anything
that might help,
give me a call, hmm?
Ness?
I may have loved Harry.
I don't know.
But it wasn't forever.
I guess nothing is.
But if you think of anything,
give me a call?
Do I need a password
or something?
Oh, no. Come in, Billie.
This is my friend, Hawk.
My sister, Billie.
Hello.
He's not being rude.
It's just that he's
deaf and dumb.
Be careful what you say,
though. He does read lips.
You were just leaving, Hawk?
When you score,
Walter, you really score.
What's the matter?
You seem a little
surprised to see me.
It was just that you didn't
sound too eager on the phone.
Well, I sat down and
did a little arithmetic,
and I figured you
owe me something.
But then I figured I
owe you something, too.
What's that?
That was for Harry.
Now we're square.
All I know about
Harry is that he got hit,
and for your sake, I'm sorry.
You'd only be sorry if you
or your boys missed him.
Ah, Billie, you're dreaming!
Maybe. I told you we're square.
Anyway, you were
right, Walter, about Harry.
He was just a punk.
If it hadn't been you, it would
have been some other gun.
And all he deserves
as a monument is
a slap in the face.
Now where do I sleep?
In there.
You always were a
gentleman, Walter.
Hmm?
Where's, uh, the
rest of your things?
I'm just going to
stay a couple of days.
No, no, Billie, you move in.
Maybe I owe you that,
not just because of Harry.
You're the only
family I have left.
You move in, Billie, huh?
Maybe... maybe it could
be like the good old days?
Were there good
old days, Walter?
And now, back to...
In mid-October, 1932,
the Untouchables
planned a series of raids,
designed to dry up
the contraband alcohol
in Frank Nitti's
bootlegging empire.
But moves that looked
like set-ups on paper
ended in failure after failure.
What do you think went wrong?
Walter Trager.
After a series of
unsuccessful raids,
Eliot Ness was convinced that
the Nitti organization
was being tipped.
You boys find anything?
Not a thing.
That doesn't make sense.
They've been outguessing
us every step of the way,
and it can't be all luck.
There must be a
direct line to this office.
Well, we've checked
every possibility.
That's why it
doesn't make sense.
The four of us are the only ones
who could've known
about those raids.
Is there something
you'd like to ask us, Eliot?
Yes, one thing.
Why don't we get out of
here and get some dinner?
Come on.
Hi.
Oh, I'm sorry, Frank, I
didn't know you were busy.
No, that's all right,
Banion's just leaving.
Yeah.
Frank was telling
me about the losses.
Maybe I'd better stop by later
and check over your books, hmm?
Banion ain't the only one.
All of a sudden, somebody's
cuttin' into the whole operation.
Robbins is down 25%,
and Urcel reports a
bigger drop than that.
Now, I don't know
who's doing the cutting.
Well, what do you want me to do?
Your job.
The organization is losing
about 25 grand a week
and it's gotta stop.
And you're gonna stop it.
You and your "Untouchables."
Sure, Frank, I'll
take care of it,
but I'm gonna need a
couple of more guns.
You got guns.
You got everything you need.
Money, power, and
that bunch of bright boys.
And I'm gonna give
you something else.
What's that?
One week.
I wonder if moving the office
will make any difference.
We can't take a chance it won't.
Too bad, too.
What do you mean?
They got us on the run
just when Nitti's sweating.
Word's around town somebody's
cutting in on Nitti territory
and Trager's looking for him.
Come in.
Hello.
Well, Hello, Mrs...
Never mind that.
If you want to contact
me again, do it through
Captain Johnson's office,
Police Headquarters.
Okay.
Okay, I thought I
was gonna help.
But maybe not. I'm sure you are.
Lee, cover me on
the typewriter, huh?
Keep your voice down.
What's the matter?
I'm afraid we've got
an uninvited guest.
That for us?
Oh, yeah, it's nothing special.
Just scraps and receipts.
Things I pulled out
of the waste basket.
I feel like a Mata
Hari or something.
Come in.
I'm in.
How are you, Frank?
Nice place you got here.
You must be doing
very well, Trager.
Sit down, Frank.
Your sister went
calling this afternoon.
Well, what's that to you?
She went calling on Eliot Ness.
How'd you know that?
A big birdie told me.
Hawk.
Nice work, Sherlock.
Hawk's one of my boys.
You're wrong this time, Trager.
He's one of my boys,
and you're one of my boys.
Right.
All right, Frank,
what do you want?
I want you to get rid of her.
Maybe she had a good
reason to go call on Ness.
What's good for her
may not be good for me.
But that's a
chance I don't take.
She's my sister, Frank.
And Harry Mailer was
your brother-in-law.
Well, maybe stooling
runs in the family.
By the way, she brought
Ness a little present.
An envelope filled with papers.
Frank, you can't ask
me to kill my own sister.
Maybe not.
But I can't afford to have
her alive and spilling to Ness.
And I can't afford men
who don't take orders.
I didn't know you
were busy, Walter.
He's not busy, Mrs. Mailer.
I just stopped
by to invite Walter
to a little party I'm tossing.
In fact, I suggested
he bring you along.
What's a party
without pretty girls, eh?
I'll talk to you later, Frank.
After you take care of
those party arrangements.
It's been nice seeing
you, Mrs. Mailer.
What did they want?
What's it to you?
Don't bite my head off.
I've had enough of
my own troubles today.
Yeah?
Suppose you explain that.
Eliot Ness had me picked up.
What for?
Oh, just more questions
about Harry's killing.
What did you tell him?
Nothing.
I told him nothing.
What could I tell him?
What was in the envelope?
Oh, they wanted some papers
and things Harry had aroun...
How do you know about that?
Never mind. What else was in it?
Just some old letters
and bills, license, just junk.
I went through it all before.
It won't help them.
Where did they pick you up?
At my old flat.
A young cop, he took me to Ness.
And what were
you doing at the flat?
Cleaning out some things
I hadn't moved over yet.
How did Ness know
you were there?
I don't know.
Wait a minute!
When I got there, I found
somebody put a padlock
on the door so I had to
call the super to let me in,
and he said the cops had
put the lock on the door
to seal the apartment, so...
so, he must've called the Feds.
What's eating you, Walter?
You ask more
questions than Ness.
Frank Nitti just gave
me orders to kill you.
And I could do it, too.
But it just so
happens I believe you.
So, just be glad
you're my sister
when I ask questions first.
What are you gonna do?
First, we got to
get you out of here.
Nitti finds you're still alive
it'll be both of our necks.
I can't hide out forever.
No, no, just a little while.
And I've got just the place.
It's getting dark
enough, so, come on,
get your things and let's go.
Come on.
♪ ♪
Walter Trager's drive
to an abandoned livery stable
on the north side of Chicago
did not go unobserved.
Agent Lee Hobson
had kept Billie Mailer
under constant surveillance
from the time she left
the Untouchables' office.
Right smack-dab in
the middle of Chicago.
Nitti could look for a year
and never come close.
How did you find this place?
I looked for it.
Figured it might come
in handy someday.
I've had it about a month.
Uh, Billie, I have a couple
of things I have to check out.
You stay here... don't
poke your nose outside.
We'll sneak you out
of town in the morning.
Don't worry, I'm
not going anyplace.
Can't you just explain to Nitti?
Sure, sure you
can explain to him.
The trouble is he won't listen.
If you get hungry, there's
some food over there.
If you get bored, uh,
play with the puzzle.
Walter?
Yeah?
I'm sorry.
Sure.
Just like when
we were kids, huh?
Trager just left.
The girl's still inside.
Hello.
Why don't you get out of here?
What are you doing here?
Looking for you.
Well, you've done
enough already.
Just get out!
Just what is it I've done?
Nitti was tipped I was
in your office today.
And he ordered
Walter to kill me, see?
You look very much alive to me.
Listen, I know I
promised to help you,
but the deal's off.
Why the sudden switch?
You said it already: I'm alive.
What if he finds out
you've been reporting to us?
No, he won't find out.
I covered myself
and he believed me.
But I won't have to lie to
him again 'cause, Mister,
I quit this spy business
about 10 minutes ago, see?
You seem to forget there's
an order out to kill you.
Your brother isn't the
only one in town with a gun.
You seem to forget
that in my little world,
everybody's got a gun.
And my little world
ain't Lake Shore Drive
and the Palmer House.
I'm up to here with guns.
And I'm up to here with lying
and killing and-and cops, see?
And I'm up to here with me.
I don't like my life much,
so why should you?
You've still got my number.
Yeah, well, don't
wait up for my call.
Walter's getting me out
of town in the morning
and I don't like you well enough
for long-distance rates.
Not anymore.
So, if you'd just get
out of a lady's bedroom.
Huh? Please?
Good night, Mrs. Mailer.
Good-bye, Mr. Ness.
What about protective custody?
How long could we hold her?
A week? A month?
Nitti would wait,
and she'd be the prettiest
sitting duck in town.
No, she's safer out of town.
Eliot?
This is a business ledger.
Could be something.
The last entry was dated
a couple of days ago.
It shows a series of large cash
payments from Charlie Banion,
Wolfie Robbins and
a couple of others.
It totals well over $100,000.
This could be the solution
to Mr. Trager's little problem.
He's looking for the one
who's muscling in on Nitti?
That's right.
Unless I'm way off base,
the man Walter
Trager is looking for is...
Walter Trager.
I'm sorry to bother
you, Mr. Moody,
but we're going
on a little trip.
My sister asked me to pick
up a few things she left here.
Oh, no trouble at all.
Well, here it is...
Apartment 105.
Uh-huh.
Oh, say, would you
mind giving her this mail?
It's been lying here
for a week now.
Huh?
Yes, yes, Mr. Moody,
I'll-I'll see that she gets it.
Uh, what happened
to the padlock?
Padlock?
Yeah, you know, the-the seal
that the cops put on the door?
Oh, that.
They took that off a
couple of days ago.
Haven't been able
to rent it, though.
People hear about the
murder here, and they...
Yes, yes, I... I understand
But thanks. Thanks very much.
Say... Hmm?
Didn't you want to
pick up some things?
No.
Uh, she won't be needing them.
Thanks again.
Shortly before dawn
the following morning,
Eliot Ness received a call
from Captain Hale Johnson
of the Chicago police.
A fisherman had
reported an unusual catch
at a nearby Lake
Michigan fishing site...
The body of Billie Mailer.
Eliot, I think I've
got something.
Let's hear it.
Remember those papers
Billie Mailer gave us?
Yeah.
Those were the rental receipts
from the Chicago
Management Corporation
for a one-room office
rented to a Mr. Walter Trager
at 152 Columbia Avenue.
Right across the street.
Hold it.
If someone's there, you're
liable to scare him off.
Go down the hall, see if
we've got company, eh?
Be right back.
If anybody's there, we
can pick him up easy.
If anybody's there, I
may have another idea.
We don't want to
waste a good spy.
Pretty as a picture, and I
know him, too... Hawk Feeny.
Used to run with Guzik's boys.
I remember.
Deaf, dumb and a lip-reader.
Well, make sure he doesn't
go away empty-handed.
Then we don't pick him up?
No. We'll let him carry
a bomb back to Nitti.
Remember those ledgers we found?
They show that
Trager's been receiving
substantial cash payments
from Wolfie Robbins,
Charlie Banion, Larry Urcel.
This can only mean
that Trager's taking himself
a nice slice of Mr. Nitti's pie.
But even as Eliot Ness attempted
to divide the organization,
Walter Trager was
gathering his forces
for the carefully-planned
takeover of the Nitti empire.
The place and time was set...
The Nitti council
chamber that night.
Except for the council
members, nobody else comes in.
Frank?
You're a little early, Trager,
and we don't have
a visitors' gallery.
Well, these are
your boys, Frank.
We're all your boys.
Don't you remember?
They're just here to see
that everything's done legal.
What's "everything," Trager?
We're electing a
new chairman, Frank.
Oh, funny.
Nobody told me.
I'm telling you.
Oh, don't get too pushy, Trager.
It's the soft guy that gets
pushed around, Frank.
Don't you remember?
I've warned you.
I got the votes, Frank,
and I got 40 guns
behind every vote.
And do you know
why they're with me?
Because I've got
an operation going
that's going to push
you out of Chicago.
All I have to do is say
move, and they'll move.
Sounds like you've
got 'em well-trained.
Sure, they're well-trained.
All I have to do
is pass the word,
and they might even
attack their old master.
So, what do you say, Frank?
Do you want to move
over, or do I have to push?
Well, let me call the boys in.
You can have your vote.
You're the boss, Frank.
Come on in, boys.
We're calling the
meeting to order.
We came up a little short,
but I think we got a quorum.
Where's Urcel?
Oh, didn't you hear?
He had an accident
about an hour ago.
A friend of his was
cleaning an old gun.
Robbins... and Banion?
Well, Robbins got
held up in traffic.
He was run over by a
car a couple of times.
And Banion?
Well, he didn't look too well,
so I sent him out in
the country with Hawk
to get a little fresh air.
All right, Frank.
All right, you got wise.
But it still won't work.
See, we're not playing
your rules anymore.
We're playing mine.
There's only one
set of rules, Trager.
I wrote 'em.
All right, boys, herd
them out of here.
You've been very expensive
to have around, Trager.
I figure you cost me 150 grand,
plus three good boys in
Robbins, Banion and Urcel.
The money I can get
back, but not those boys.
Frank, I've got ideas.
Don't throw them away.
What kind of ideas
can a dead man have?
Because that's
what you are, Trager.
Drop 'em. Drop 'em!
He ain't dead yet.
First guy makes a
move pulls this trigger.
You forgot one, Frank.
It don't have to be now, Trager,
but you better keep
looking over your shoulder.
Come on, Cully,
let's get out of here.
Yeah.
Wait a minute!
Don't you want the
boys to go after 'em?
It's all taken care of.
One of the boys
is right beside him.
Ness.
Yeah.
Good work, Jack.
Looks like our bomb
blew up in Trager's face.
Maybe he'll talk to us now.
Where do we find him?
He needs a hideout,
and he's got one.
Nobody.
I don't get it. It's too easy.
We just gave 'em the slip.
Stop.
No, I set up that
whole operation.
They-They could have
got us on the stairs,
the front door, anywhere.
How much longer till
we get to this place?
Hmm?
Oh.
Uh, ten minutes, Cully.
You've got about ten minutes.
Shall we invite ourselves in?
Let's hold off.
We want him alone.
Right down to the
end there, Cully.
I've got it fitted
up pretty good.
I warned you, Cully.
Always tell the truth.
Hold it!
This is the one
you pay for, Trager.
Through the efforts
of Eliot Ness and
the Untouchables,
Frank Nitti has been forced
to tear his empire apart
in an attempt to
preserve his throne.
And Walter Trager
would not be around
to put the pieces together.
The Untouchables.