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The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

Tonight's episode: "The
Dutch Schultz Story"

Robert Stack
appears as Eliot Ness.

Co-Starring Lawrence
Dobkin as Dutch Schultz.

The underworld has
always lived by one law,

the law of the jungle.

The strong clawed
their way to power.

The weak died in a hail
of machine-gun bullets.

In March of 1935,

one of the toughest
mobsters in New York City,

the man who dominated
the underworld at the moment,

was Arthur Flegenheimer,

better known as "Dutch Schultz."

During his career,

Dutch Schultz and his
mob were suspected

of having committed
over 100 murders.

He controlled every
racket in New York.

He had branched out
into liquor, narcotics,

labor shakedowns,
the numbers racket.

What's the matter
with you two punks?

Simple little job, you
gotta call somebody

to tell you how to do it?

Why, is this guy
too tough for you?

He can be softened up, Dutch.

Well, I gotta be at
the hospital by 2:00.

Hey, Lulu, six dozen red roses.

How about that?
Pretty good, huh?

Yeah, sure. It'll
be fine, Dutch.

Look, you got plenty of time.

Take five minutes to
talk to this guy Flores.

Thought you said he
could be softened up.

We figured it was
time you found out

what makes him so tough.

All right, five minutes.

Joe.

Joe.

You're Mr. Flores?

Sí, señor.

Well, the boys here
tell me that you, uh...

You turned down our deal.

I don't need your protection.

Oh, come on, you
know you do, Joe.

Without protection things
happen, you know that.

Well, he say it cost
30 percent of the gross.

Thirty percent, that's
too much. I go broke.

Come on. What go broke?

"Joe Flores Policy Bank."

Fourth largest in Harlem.

You got 42 collectors,

you got six
controllers, that right?

A weekly take
estimated at $5,000.

Now you tell me, how
is 30 percent too much?

Well, you ask me, I tell you.

All the protection I
need, only 15 percent.

There you are, Dutch. I told
you you're being undersold.

Why don't you let Joe tell me.

Who, Joe?

Who's selling
protection for 15 percent?

Lucky Luciano.

Luciano.

Little man's getting
some big ideas, huh?

Undercutting me right
in my own territory.

He's not gonna protect you,
Joe. You wanna know why?

He's gonna be too
busy protecting himself.

'Cause he's a punk.

You hear me, Joe?

He's a two-bit Times
Square sharpshooter.

Fifteen percent, huh?

Do you wanna know just how
much protection that's gonna buy you?

Lulu, I don't want
nobody else listening

to what Luciano's got to say.

How soft do you want him, Dutch?

Abe, you bring
the little bottle,

the acid?

Well, what are you
worrying about?

Luciano. Maybe Luciano
will buy you a white cane.

No, no, no. No, please. Joe!

Kitchy coo.

Hey, she's kind
of small, ain't she?

Oh, that's the way
they come, Arthur.

Yeah?

All the nurses
say she's beautiful.

Yeah? How about that?

Oh...

Well, how could she miss,
she takes after her mother?

Now I got two gorgeous gals.

Hey, anything she needs,
honey, you just name it.

For a while all she needs
is me and dry diapers.

Visiting hours are over.

Aw, already?

Feeding time.

Well, all right.

Careful, Mr. Flegenheimer.

Oh, don't worry, nurse,

my husband is a
very gentle person.

In March of 1935,
working in conjunction

with the Department of Justice,

Eliot Ness and a
handful of agents

known as the Untouchables,
transferred their operations

to New York City.

The Untouchables were
out to stop Dutch Schultz,

the way they stopped
Capone, tax evasion.

Working with Eliot Ness
were Jack Rossman,

former telephone lineman,
an expert wiretapper.

William Youngfellow,
full-blooded Cherokee,

an all-American at
Carlisle University.

Enrico Rossi, one-time barber

and a key witness
against the Capone gang.

And finally, Martin Flaherty,
ex-policeman from Boston.

Flaherty had been planted
in a strategic position

in the heart of Dutch
Schultz's territory in Harlem.

His assignment: work his
way into Schultz's organization

as an undercover man.

You're the new janitor, huh?

Yeah, I took over last week.

How's the take?

What?

You can't make a
living off your wages.

You're peddling policy
slips just like the other super.

From now on my cut
is 20 bucks a week.

Well, you go talk
to Dutch Schultz.

I'm talking to you,
20 bucks a week.

Get lost.

Okay, brother,

but if you've got any
policy slips on you,

I'm taking you down
to precinct house.

Look, you're getting
your payoff, see,

but not from me.
You try that again

and the Dutchman
will hear about it.

Hey, what's the matter?

You got trouble with the cop?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

I don't know.

I hear you talk
about Dutch Schultz.

You one of his collectors?

Nah.

I'm from farther downtown.

You got a lot of guts.

We could use a guy like you.

Yeah? Who'd I be working for?

Lucky Luciano.

Dutchman's bigger.

Maybe, but not for long.

Then I'll be interested
in the proposition.

You wanna get
in, now's the time.

Not when it's all done.

Well, you let me think it over.

Sure.

I'll be this way again.

Maybe tomorrow.

Hi.

How's the job, Marty?

Well, I think I made a strike.

A collector?

Yeah, but it wasn't
one of Dutch's.

It seems Luciano is
trying to hire a salesman.

What'd you tell him?

Well, I said I was
thinking it over.

I thought maybe we could
play them off against each other.

That's one way,
but in getting Dutch,

we might give Luciano
a chance to move up,

then we'd have
another job to do.

Take your story to Schultz.

You mean that?

One of his collectors
should be around soon.

Tell him you've
got something big.

You'll talk to
Schultz or nobody.

Hey, maybe I'll get
to meet the great man.

Bill picked up a tip on
Dutch's headquarters.

They're somewhere in Harlem.

So if you hear any talk about
a warehouse, listen good.

That's where the
records are kept.

Well, back to the ashcans.

See you later.

Bye.

Hey.

How long you been working here?

Oh, about a week or so.

Yeah? What happened
to the other guy?

He had an accident.

You a...? You a
policy collector?

No.

I've been expecting
you all week.

The other guy
left me these slips.

I'm peddling for you now.

Thirty bucks?

Well, I had to, uh... Had to
push the customers around

a little to make them buy.

Punk before me was too soft.

He didn't know how
to put the heat on.

You may do all right.

This block was only
good for six bucks before.

I'll tell the front
office you got the job.

I'll tell Dutch myself.

Who? You heard me.

I got something for him.

That is, if he's interested

in what Luciano's
doing these days.

He is, I've talked to him.

All right, come on.

What's your name?

Flaherty.

You don't look so tough to me.

Well, I'm not trying to
sell you a policy slip now.

I hear you had some
kind of a run-in with a cop.

How'd you know that?

We've been watching you
ever since you moved in.

Here you go.

So you ran a test on me, huh?

I always check the
merchandise before I buy it.

Okay, I can always
use another monkey.

You're on the payroll,
50 bucks a week to start.

Salesmen don't make
that kind of money.

You're not gonna be
selling for me, Flaherty.

I'll find something
for you to do.

Now you beat it
and get back here

in the morning
ready to go to work.

You don't wanna
hear about Luciano?

All right, what about Luciano?

I guess it was
nothing important.

I'll decide what's important.

Now spill it.

Some guy propositioned me.

Said Luciano was moving in,
making better deals all around.

Sounded like he had a lot of
your people lined up already.

That's a lot of air.

None of my people
are signing up with him.

He's a punk.

I could buy every monkey
he's got working for him.

All right, I'll tell you what
your job is gonna be, Flaherty.

I got 38 bankers working for me

and some of 'em
don't like to be audited.

Make 'em like it.

If some of them are
working for Luciano,

I may have to push
them back in line.

Yeah?

Well, that kind of job pays
more than 50 bucks a week.

Maybe you won't
even last out a week.

Shut that door.

Now what?

Her fiscal week was
up three days ago,

she ain't paid yet.

How can I?

That man Luciano,
he moved in on me.

All right. You know what to do.

Take her back in there.

If she don't come
up with the money,

give her the usual treatment.

No. Please.

That's quite an operation.

Beat it.

Get back here in the
morning ready to go to work.

I don't know.

I don't know, get
Abe and tail him.

The first step of Eliot Ness'
strategy had succeeded.

By playing on the
Dutchman's hatred for his rival,

Lucky Luciano,

Ness had gotten a
man inside the gang.

He was soon to find out
that the plan was paying off

beyond all expectations.

Coffee.

I saw our friend
today. Nice guy.

Yeah.

Did they like your information?

Went off like a cannon.

Did you get yourself a job?

Fifty a week.

Got myself a little
bonus I didn't count on.

Somebody opened the wrong door.

Big operation going on there.

The warehouse?

Yeah. Right back of his office.

215 East, 149th street.

Nice going.

Lucky.

Well, I'm proud. We'll
hit it tomorrow night.

Take a sip of your
coffee and look outside.

I hope you remembered
to bring your gun along.

Get up and slug me hard.

Now.

All right, who do
you think you are...?

What's the matter,
you having trouble?

No, I think that guy's a
cop. He was getting nosy,

asking a lot of questions
so I had to deck him.

Hey, what are you guys
doing here, anyway?

The fake fight and
Flaherty's explanation

were bought 100 percent
by Schultz and his men.

As a result, the raid
on the secret warehouse

went off on schedule.

The records of Dutch
Schultz's entire operation

were confiscated.

There was more
than enough evidence

to convict Schultz
of tax evasion.

That same night, after
turning the evidence over

to the Department of Justice,

Eliot Ness returned
to his hotel suite.

Night, Eliot.

Night, Marty.

Relax.

The bellboy let us in.

Doesn't take you long

to find out about
things, does it?

Not in this town, no.

Lulu.

Fifty thousand
dollars, Mr. Ness.

It's all used bills,
couldn't be traced.

That's just for the
evidence you guys stole.

Lulu?

It's up to 75 now.

Save it for your lawyers.

Look, Mr. Ness.

One thing I know for
sure, there's a right price.

I mean, you, me, everybody,
huh? Everybody's got one.

All right, I'm
perfectly willing...

Hey, Eliot, you got any...

Anybody need an
unemployed janitor?

Looks like we're gonna
have to split this two ways.

Dutch just offered us $75,000.

Well, that's a lot of money.

Buy a lot of things with it.

Maybe a whole
chain of delicatessens.

You know, I've always thought

I'd like to own a
chateau in France.

Well, if you throw
any parties, I'll, uh...

I'll cater 'em from
my delicatessen.

Oh, special rates?
Well, why not?

You'll be rich. You can afford

to pay the going
price. Wait a minute,

with a special chateau you
oughta have special rates.

Okay.

Okay. You guys are very funny.

Pick up the money, Lulu.

You guys put me in
mind of a precinct captain

I used to know.

You remember him,
Lulu? A joke a minute?

Yeah. It's still an open case

in the department.

I mean, they never
even found his body.

What's your next move,
Dutch? Come on, tell us.

All right, gentlemen,
gentlemen. Please. Please.

Gentlemen.

My client is shocked and amazed

at the government's
unfounded accusation.

He blames it on the
false, slanderous picture

that's been painted of
him here in New York.

The new administration
is simply trying

to make a record for itself

by persecuting Mr. Flegenheimer.

So much prejudice
has been created,

we feel we could not
expect a fair trial in this city.

For that reason,

we will petition for
a change of venue.

You boys, uh...

You boys can quote me on this.

"What kind of a fair deal would
I get here with Mayor LaGuardia

"calling me a dirty rat

and all your editors
hollering for my scalp."

Huh?

Council for the defense
had little difficulty

in showing New York
was clearly prejudiced

against Dutch Schultz.

There was no alternative

but to agree to a
change of venue.

The little upstate town of
Clearview was selected.

It seemed to be an
incongruous setting

for one of the century's
major crime trials.

Dutch Schultz arrived in
town a week before the trial

and started a campaign
to make friends.

Agents Flaherty and
Rossi were brought there

to testify for the government,

while Eliot Ness
remained in New York,

digging up additional evidence

to bolster the
government's case.

That's Dutch Schultz
and his lawyer.

No. I thought he
looked familiar.

They're boarding over
at the Clearview House.

I hope there's
another hotel in town.

You know, he certainly
isn't what I expected.

After all you read
about him, he don't seem

like that kind of a man at all.

He must have given
you a pretty good tip.

Well, I gave him a
mighty fine haircut too.

Say, he told me
the funniest story

about a piccolo player.

It seems that this
guy... We heard it.

Hey, who's the
girl he's talking to?

Oh, that's Marsha Harper.

She teaches in the
elementary school here.

Well, if you don't think
it'd be misunderstood,

I'd like to buy uniforms
for the whole team.

I think that would be wonderful.

When I was a kid, I never
even had a real baseball uniform.

Say, now, uh,

the girls, they're gonna feel
kind of left out, aren't they?

Oh, well... I got a daughter.

You wanna see a picture of her?

I got a little girl. Sure.

Why, I'd love to,
Mr. Flegenheimer.

You know what the Dutchman
says, "Everybody's got a price."

Looks like he's trying
to buy a whole town.

Let's have a shave, huh?

By the time the trial got
underway on September 7th,

Dutch Schultz had made
a lot of friends in Clearview.

His donations to local
charities and hospitals,

the innumerable free
drinks and lunches,

could hardly have failed
to convince many people

that he was not as bad
as he had been painted.

His wife and baby
were in the courtroom,

the proof that he was
a good family man.

The government's case against
Dutch Schultz was clear-cut.

A mountain of figures and facts.

And more figures and facts.

Maybe too many
figures and facts.

Enrico, he's got the
whole town conned.

Both legal and illegal,
Mr. Flegenheimer...

These people are human.

They're gonna
believe what they see,

not what somebody tells them.

At least we have the evidence.

Evidence, sure, but it's
dull. A lot of facts and figures

only an accountant
will understand.

This jury's gonna fall asleep.

We've got a good case, Marty.

I know that, but
does the jury know it?

I'm gonna call Eliot.

As a result of Flaherty's
call, a race began for Ness

and the Untouchables.

A race to save the
government's case

by exposing the real Schultz

to every self-respecting
person on the jury.

But that wasn't
going to be easy.

Me? Me, testify?

About your weekly visits to
Dutch Schultz's warehouse.

The money you took to him.

No.

Mr. Flores, we'll offer you
every possible protection.

Look. Look at me.

Do you blame me if I say no?

He's going to all the bankers

and putting the heat
on them to testify.

They holding out?

Yeah. Sure, so far.

But Ness hasn't
been to Madame's yet.

I think she's gonna
be pretty shaky.

I don't want anybody
talking to Ness.

Listen, get rid of him.

Put Jacoby and
Moxie on it right away.

Yeah, sure. Okay, Dutch.

And now, back to
The Untouchables.

Yes?

You remember me,
madam? Eliot Ness.

Yes? Well, what do you want?

Help us get Dutch Schultz.

How?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to appear
as a government witness.

Get on the witness stand
and tell about his rackets,

his shakedowns
and his brutalities.

Tell the jury just
what he's like.

I'll testify.

Now, please go.

Mr. Rossman, here, will
stay tonight in the building.

No, please go.

We promised you protection.

You should be happy
to have somebody here.

No, no, I don't want anybody.

I'll do anything that you
want, but just please go.

Who's out there, madam?

With the presence
of one of Schultz's

most important bankers
on the witness stand,

the entire aspect of the
trial suddenly changed.

The dramatic
revelation of the brutality

of Schultz's
methods of operation

had its immediate and obvious
impact on the courtroom.

I had this town practically
eating out of my hand.

You know that?
I owned that jury.

We can always make
an appeal, Dutch.

You're talking like I
already lost the case.

I'm afraid the
handwriting's on the wall.

They had the
evidence from the start,

now they've got
the jury listening to it.

Okay, counselor, why
don't you start earning

that grand I pay you
every week? What do I do?

We fight it.

Right up to the
Supreme Court. No.

Right here and now.
No Supreme Court.

If you can't figure out
how to do it, I certainly can.

Pardon me.

What's the matter with her?

If you can't take
care of a baby,

get ahold of a nurse, will you?

I have to tell you how
to do everything, don't I?

I'm sorry, Arthur.

I think it's colic.

What's the matter, no
doctors in this whistle stop?

Get her some medicine.

Oh, take it easy, sweetheart.

There. The old
Dutchman'll fix things.

All around.

I'm trying some
new soothing syrup

that the schoolteacher
recommended.

Maybe that'll help. Oh...

Hey, wait a minute.

That little schoolteacher,
isn't her uncle...?

What, Arthur?

Never mind.

Listen, you take her that...

What's her name,
the schoolteacher?

Marsha Harper.

Invite her out to
dinner tonight. Oh...

You tell her you're gonna
call for her and take her out to...

But the baby. I...

Get a maid from the hotel
to take care of the baby.

Well, I-I hardly know the girl.

What difference does that make?!

If she teaches kids,

you can learn
something from her.

Look, just do it. You
wanna help me, don't you?

Of course, Arthur.

All right, so go call
her. Go on. Go on.

I think you'd better tell
me what you're up to.

You'll find out

when it's time for you to know.

So will that wise guy Ness.

Him and his grandstanding.

Eliot Ness' dramatic move

awakened the
people of Clearview.

Twelve hours before
the case went to the jury

there was no question
that Dutch Schultz

would be convicted
on the evidence.

But Schultz had other plans.

That night in a private
room of a roadhouse

12 miles outside of town,

Marsha Harper was
dining with Mrs. Schultz.

It was part of Dutch's plan.

You know, in all the years
I've lived in Clearview,

this is the first time I've
ever been in this place.

Well, it... It's...

Somebody told me it was
the best place around here.

I didn't know it was so
far out of town though.

It's beautiful, but
it has a reputation.

I feel wicked just being here.

Oh, excuse me, honey,

I wanna call the
hotel about the baby.

Hiya, baby.

I don't know you,

and I'm here with a friend.

Sure you are, me.

Oh, please go away.

I'm so dizzy. I...

Arthur, I don't understand this.

Well, it's good
timing anyway, honey.

Why did you get
me to bring her here

and then walk out on her. Why?

Figured she needed
a night on the town.

State Police cars.

They're gonna raid the place.

I hear there's a
gambling joint in the back.

Oh, Arthur, you sure?
Well, I oughta be, honey,

I just bought a
half-interest in the joint.

Oh, I've gotta get Miss
Harper out of there.

The cops'll take
care of Miss Harper.

You planned this. Yeah.

Arthur, what are you
trying to do to that girl?

Vera, it's what she's
gonna do for me that counts.

She's gonna get me acquitted.
Now, come on. Come on.

At 11:00 the next morning,
the jury retired to deliberate.

Eighteen hours later
they brought in the verdict.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant...

not guilty.

I don't believe it.

Told you guys you didn't have
to worry 'bout a thing, didn't I?

Before discharging the jury

and declaring the trial ended,

I feel it my duty to say

that the verdict
thoroughly shocked me.

It can only give aid and comfort

to those who flaunt the law.

The jury has
flagrantly disregarded

an overwhelming
preponderance of guilt.

I cannot commend you.

As your fellow citizen,

I am ashamed of this travesty.

I can say no more.

What went wrong?

Schultz got to
one of the jurors.

But which one?

Are you happy,
Mrs. Flegenheimer?

Are you just bursting with
pride for what you've done?

I'm sorry, I didn't
know. Leave her alone.

Oh, you're sorry,
you didn't know.

I'm swear, I didn't know
what was happening!

Shut your mouth.
I wish I was dead.

Get her back to the
hotel. You hear me?

I'm so ashamed.
I wish I was dead.

That night Eliot Ness
questioned Marsha Harper.

The dispute in the courtroom
between the two women

had aroused in him
more than just curiosity.

Particularly since he
knew that the jury foreman,

Joseph Harper,
was Marsha's uncle.

The distraught Miss
Harper quickly broke down

and revealed the
whole sordid story.

A drugged drink,
compromising photographs

with one of Dutch's hoodlums,

and a threat to
publish the photographs

unless Schultz
was found not guilty.

Come here, you
got time for more.

Whoa! One more
for the road. Heh-heh!

Then I wanna blow this burg.

I tell you these hay shakers,
they... They make me nervous.

You're not the only
one that was nervous.

Come on, Dutch.

How'd you do it?

That's right, you...

You never saw the
pictures, did you?

Pictures?

Get a load of her.

Where are the negatives?

I got them. Why?

We're gonna
have a little bonfire.

What do you wanna burn 'em for?

What do you think I
wanna burn 'em for?

Oh, counselor,

you're chicken, you know that?

You're chicken-hearted.

Oh, Mr. Ness.

I talked to the Harper
girl. I want those pictures.

Nice going, counselor.

You're a little late, Mr. Ness.

But you're welcome
to what's left of them

in the fireplace.

You're finished, Ness.

You've shot your wad.

Now you stay outta my town.

Your town?

Wait'll you get back.

The only question is whether...

Luciano gets you before I do.

Dutch Schultz found
things vastly different

upon his return to New York.

The new reform mayor, LaGuardia,

helped the federal men
crack down on Dutch.

His many nightclubs
were raided and shut down

if the slightest
violations were found.

Schultz's gambling
joints were smashed

to humiliate and annoy him.

And besides the law,

another element was
working against Schultz.

The Luciano mob from downtown

had greeted his
return to New York

with a declaration
of open warfare.

Watch it, boss.

Anna.

Anna.

Anna...

Anna!

Ah!

Anna.

Ten years.

Ten years, I've spent
building an organization.

Best in the business.
And what happens?

I go out of town a few weeks,
the whole thing falls apart.

I can't depend on anybody
to do a job around here.

LaGuardia's cleaning
things up, Dutch.

You can't even buy a
cop in this town now.

I can buy anybody.

They hit five of
your nightclubs.

For what? Nothing.

Minor violations.

Now they're picking up the boys

for raps they don't
even remember.

How you gonna beat
it, Dutch? I'll beat it.

I'll beat 'em all.

Starting tomorrow we
move the whole operation

out of the city.

I got a place all
picked out in Jersey.

That's okay for
the New York cops,

but the Feds?

What do they care
about state lines?

Feds. Don't talk
to me about Feds.

I'm up to here with those punks.

Ness warned you, Dutch.
He told you what he'd do.

I've got enough habeas corpus
piled up to paper my office.

Okay, so he warned me?
Whose side are you on?

I'm just giving you
a few hard facts.

Conditions have
changed since your trial.

The administration is honest.

And Luciano's getting
bigger every day.

Luciano, that punk.

He's not that anymore.

His men shot up a couple
of your boys last week.

He's coming right out in the
open and challenging you.

Okay, if that's what he wants,

I'm gonna give him more
than he can keep down.

Dutch, I don't
like to tell you this,

but it's too late for
that kind of showdown.

Luciano's stronger
than you think.

The boys will bear
me out on that.

That's right, Dutch.

Those boys who came in
Flores' joint were Luciano's.

Okay, counselor, what
do you want me to do?

I think you ought
to quit the rackets.

Quit? Is that what
you want me to do?

I just hand everything
over to Luciano?

"Here you are,
Lucky, it's all yours.

"Took me ten years to
get it going nice and juicy,

but you take it in good health."

Is that the advice I pay
you a grand a week for?

You asked me and I told you.

Okay, counselor, I'm
gonna tell you something.

I don't quit.

I don't hand over
nothing to nobody.

And nobody takes
nothing from me, either.

Not Luciano, not the
cops, not Ness, nobody.

Lulu. Yeah, Dutch?

You get ahold of Luciano.

You tell him I want a meeting.

You want Luciano?

You can't lick 'em,
you join 'em, huh?

There's enough
here for both of us.

You tell Lucky I'm ready to
give him half of my action.

Lucky and me together,
we'd stand off an army of cops.

What if he don't
go for it, Dutch?

Aw, he'll go for it. What
are you worrying about?

With the right price,
you buy anybody.

How long do you think
he'll be satisfied with half?

You let him worry

about how long I'm
gonna be satisfied.

Go on, set it up.

I'll take it from there.

Go on. Go on. Go on. Get a move.

A meeting that would become
historic in the annals of crime

had been set up

at the Front Street
Bar and Grill.

14 Front Street,
Newark, New Jersey.

Maybe he won't come.

It ain't midnight yet.

Lucky was all for it.

I never seen him so friendly.

Why shouldn't he be friendly?

I'm offering the guy
half of my shirt, ain't I?

He said one man, Dutch.

That's all he's bringing.

And everybody's clean.

Okay, so Abe can wait outside.

What are you so jumpy about?

That's the third time
you reminded me.

Hey, Dutch, I thought you said
everybody's gonna be clean.

At exactly midnight
a car pulled up

at the Front Street
Bar and Grill.

In that car was the man
who was determined

to take over the
rackets in New York.

His name, Charles
"Lucky" Luciano.

All right, like I promised,
everything friendly.

We go in clean.

Gimme.

You crazy? You
trust the Dutchman?

Yeah. Why not? We're
gonna talk business.

Who needs guns for that?

I don't like it.

We're doing all right.
What do we need him for?

He's got a proposition.

We listen to it.

If it sounds good, we buy.

If it don't, we take a walk.

Everything friendly.

At that very moment, another
meeting was being held.

This one in Joe
Flores' candy store.

The blind policy banker

had some very
important information

for Eliot Ness.

Señor Ness.

You asked us to
come here tonight.

Sí, señor. I... I called you.

There's something
I want to tell you.

That man, Schultz.

First this.

Then my wife.

My wife. Anna.

I'm sorry.

No, no. No, señor.

It's too late for sorrow now.

There is no more that
Schultz can do to me now.

But maybe... Maybe
I can help you.

What is it you wanna
tell us, Mr. Flores?

Tonight, meeting
between the two mad men,

Schultz and Luciano.

I have heard where it is.

Now, y-you would
like to know where, no?

Yes, yes we would.

Front... Front
Street Bar and Grill

in New Jersey.

You know where that is?

Yes, we know.

Thank you very much, Mr. Flores.

Hmph!

Dutch.

Lucky.

How you been?

Okay.

Yourself? Me? Heh.

I can't complain,
business is good.

I got my health.
What more is there?

You've come a long way
in the last couple of years.

I got a nice little operation.

Nothing like yours
but, uh, it's growing.

Hey, I hear the feds been
giving you a little trouble.

Nothing I can't handle.

What's on your mind, Dutch?

You called for a meet.

Partnership.

You and me, Dutch?

Plenty for both of us.

Don't take my word for it.

Here.

Take a look at that.

That's from the
policy racket alone.

Mamma Mia.

All this take from a lousy
little numbers racket, eh?

Figures don't lie.
You're a businessman.

These are your figures
or your bankers'?

They're mine. I don't
trust them bankers

as far as I can see 'em.

You're smart, Dutch. Heh-heh!

They're a bunch of crooks.

You ought to
compare these figures

with the ones they give me.

Who?

Your bankers.

They're working for me now.

Oh, no, they ain't.

Not unless you
and I make a deal.

When a guy is bankrupt,

why should I bail him out?

You got nothing to offer
that I can't get for the taking.

Why you punk.

Lulu, the piano!

Did you think I was
really gonna cut you in?

You're a punk, Lucky.

I've been saying it for
years: You're stupid.

I should have stepped
on you long ago.

Lulu.

Twenty grand, Lulu.

That was the price, wasn't it?

Lulu. No.

You taught me, Dutch.

You always said
anybody can be bought.

There comes a time, Dutch,

when something's gotta give.

You've been on
top for ten years,

now it's time to move aside.

He's gotta go.

So take care of it.

Lulu.

Lousy 20 grand, I'll double it.

I can't do it, Dutch.

Okay, any... Any
price, just name it.

Whatever you'd give,
Luciano would top it.

Goodbye, Dutch.

You should've got out, Dutch.

We all tried to tell
you it was coming.

Nobody can stay on top forever.

Lulu.

Lucky left you a message.

He can't afford to have
anybody around he can't trust.

Drop it.

He's still alive. Call
an ambulance. Quick.

Hey, break... Break this up.

Break it up.

Mother?

Please get me out of this.

Get me out of this.

For almost 18 hours,

Dutch Schultz lay in
Newark City hospital

with a temperature of 106.

He rambled on in
complete delirium.

He heard nothing.

Recognized no one.

You can't beat this one, Dutch.

You're all shot to pieces.

It was Luciano, wasn't
it? Come on. Say it.

A boy is never whipped,

nor dashed a thousand kin.

Get me out of here...
Working in shifts,

the Untouchables
remained at his bedside

for the entire 18 hours.

A police stenographer took notes

of all of Dutch's ravings.

They were quite meaningless,

except for one thing.

Dutch still thought
he could buy anybody.

At 8:30 the following night,

he was still unconscious.

Look out for Mama.

Look out for her.

Talk to the sword.

Oh, ple... I'm so sick now.

The law of the jungle:

The weak died in the hail
of machine-gun bullets.

The strong stepped
up and seized power,

and Eliot Ness had
it all to do over again.

Arthur Flegenheimer,
alias "Dutch Schultz"

died at exactly 8:35.

The next day all
over New York City,

the number 835
got the heaviest play

in the numbers racket.

It was a loser too.

The Untouchables.