All language subtitles for The Untouchables - S03E09 (City Without a Name)_000

You can go and whistle
for your names, see,

because I ain't going
to give you nothing.

If you want to
throw your life away

just to cause me a
little inconvenience...

that's your privilege.

All right.

I'll negotiate.

Call Nitti.

Tell him Mungo talks to the top

or he don't talk to nobody.

Mungo talks to me...

or he doesn't talk
to anyone ever.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Paul
Richards, Mike Kellin,

Bruce Gordon.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

The most violent era in
the history of America.

Chicago, exploding with crime.

New York, a city of terror.

Saint Louis, Detroit,

New Orleans, Kansas City.

In almost every big
town across the country,

corruption and violence
were reaching an all-time high.

The outstanding exception, an
Eastern Seaboard metropolis,

which even now
must remain unnamed.

A city which had
used the ballot box

to blast corruption
out of public office.

Federal Agent Arnold
Weybright had managed

to keep the bloody
finger of organized crime

out of the city without a name.

But, at 9:42 a.m., October 22...

The following morning, Eliot
Ness and the Untouchables

arrived in town to
question Gilbert Burke,

assistant to the
slain federal agent.

Anything about the shooting
that sticks in your mind?

No.

Except...

whoever was driving
took that corner like a pro.

You figure Mungo
was behind it, huh?

It was Mungo all right.

He offered us a packet

to look the other way.

Weybright threw him out.

Mr. Ness, please.

The man needs his rest.

Thanks, Burke.

We'll do everything we can.

This is going to be rough.

No faces, no license
numbers, nothing.

Except the man who drove
the getaway car was a pro.

That's not much to go on.

It's a place to start.

Suppose he was from out of town.

I'm trying hard not
to think about that.

Mungo?

Got to be.

He's been there over a year now.

Took him a long time
to make the move.

I've been waiting for this.

But you're not going to
try to make your move now.

Why not? Mungo's
done all the spade work.

But the town will be on fire.

The first time we
rough somebody up,

the feds will hit us
with everything they got.

Twice before, we tried
to take over with muscle,

and it didn't work, right?

Suppose we don't
rough anybody up.

Suppose we send
somebody in there

who can beat them
to death with a pillow.

Who you got in mind?

A gambler who took over
three of the biggest clubs

in this town
without firing a shot

from men as tough as
Carlyle and Williams.

That's the kind of talent
you guys don't seem to have.

Who?

Sebastian.

$1,000.

Mr. Dealer?

I quit.

You know better than that.

The game's over.

You cleaned us out.

What difference does it make?

It's a matter of principle.

Mister, I'm going
to see those cards.

Hold it!

How much did he win?

How much?!

$27,000.

Frank, you never
saw anything like it.

Shut up and get him his money.

That won't be
necessary, Mr. Nitti.

See, this wasn't a
poker game at all.

It was more of a
sleight of hand contest.

I've had a little more
experience than Willie.

Come on, beat it, beat it.

You're pretty sure of yourself.

You made the rules
for this test, Mr. Nitti.

You annoyed because I passed?

You know everybody?

Not formally.

The faces are familiar.

That's good enough.

You ever heard of
a guy called Mungo?

He's a gambler, a good one.

You ever play against him?

No.

How would you like the chance?

Now, that's... that's
a loaded question.

What's my cut of the pot?

Ten percent of his territory.

All you got to do
is persuade Mungo

to hand over his protection,

his payoffs at city hall.

Once we get our
hands on those names,

we take it from there.

How much time would I have?

The way you work,

it shouldn't take you
more than a few days.

A few days?

Oh, I see.

You expect me to walk in

and have Mungo hand me
the town on a silver platter.

Well, why not?

Ain't that what happened
with Carlyle and Williams?

Why should Mungo be
any tougher than they were?

You, uh, always drive
this hard a bargain?

What's so hard?

Ten percent of our net

is 100 times what
you're making now.

Yeah, that's true.

What if I refuse?

Don't.

For the next 24 hours, Eliot
Ness and the Untouchables

conducted an
intensive interrogation.

Their purpose: to
identify the driver

of the Weybright murder car.

Their questioning of
underworld mobsters

yielded three names:
Jimmy Swales, a taxi driver,

George Gibney, a bouncer
at the Flora Dora Club,

and Arnie Falken, a
mechanic at the City Garage.

Send him in. All right, sir.

We've got a visitor.

Who?

The man who killed
Arnold Weybright.

Mr. Ness?

I'm Ness.

My name is Lou Mungo.

This is my lawyer, Mr. Symes.

Can we sit?

You've been in town
four days now, Ness,

and all that time, you've been
asking questions about me,

so I figured I could
save you a lot of trouble.

What I am, Ness... I'm
a respectable citizen.

I got an honest income.

I pay my taxes,
and I can account

for every nickel
I got in the bank.

"Lou Mungo, alias Louis
Mendez, alias Arthur Regent.

"Suspicion of grand larceny,

"manslaughter, assault
with a deadly weapon,

"suspicion of
murder, three counts."

Just like you said, "a
respectable citizen."

You, uh, missed two
important factors, Mr. Ness.

There were no convictions
on any of those charges,

and they were all
filed against Mr. Mungo

in New York City.

Oh, the police in that town.

Did they roust me, huh?

I couldn't even blow my nose

without getting arrested.

Somebody lost their
dog... Pick up Lou Mungo.

That's why you came here, huh?

That's why I came here.

Like I told you before...

You're a respectable citizen.

And a killer.

That's an irresponsible
allegation, Mr. Ness.

Irresponsible and dangerous.

You have no right to
assume that my client

is anything but
what he claims to be.

Which is a garage owner.

Lee?

What's the name of
this place of yours?

The, um... City Garage.

127 East 48th Street?

Yeah.

However, it covers
the whole block.

That's all, Mungo.

That's all?

You mean I'm through?

Just about.

October 25, 1933.

En route to the city,
an eastbound express

carried Frank Nitti's
representative, Sebastian.

With him, assigned
as his watchdog,

was triggerman Nick Vascovitch.

I don't get you, Mr. Sebastian.

Nitti tells you to tie a ribbon
around Mungo's territory,

and you sit there working
on a crossword puzzle.

Well, with a one week
deadline, I haven't got time

for anything but a
bluff and a prayer.

You got to have
something to bluff with.

Two names, Nick.

Two names on a slip of paper.

They could buy us everything.

We're looking for Arnie Falken.

I'm Falken.

How long have you
worked for Lou Mungo?

Ten months.

Doing what?

I'm a mechanic.

What do I look like?

You're also a wheelman.

Who says so?

We do.

You're whistling in the dark.

You ought to be more careful

where you ditch
your cars, Falken.

Ditch what cars?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

By the time we're done
with it, we'll know everywhere

it's been from the
day it left the factory.

You play ball with us,
Falken, we could make it

a lot easier for you
when we nail Mungo.

What for?

For the murder
of a federal agent.

Look, I told you I'm a mechanic.

Now, leave me alone, will you?

Don't leave town.

I'll be talking to you later.

Come in, gentlemen.

We, uh, got word that we
could pick up a hundred Gs

by knocking on this door.

Sit down... gentlemen.

What's the pitch?

Well, the pitch is this.

Uh, we're taking over this city.

Who's we?

Uh, Chicago.

Well, there's a guy
by the name of Mungo

who ain't gonna like your plan.

Uh, well, the guy by
the name of Mungo

isn't gonna have much choice.

Who are you?

My name is Sebastian.

You're a hotshot
with the paste boards.

What do you know
about taking over a town?

Enough. I mean, I
know, for instance,

that you two boys
knocked off a federal officer

by the name of Arnold Weybright.

Sit down.

Down.

What makes you think we
had anything to do with that job?

Gentlemen, knowledge is power.

Now, I find it valuable
to know things,

and I pay extremely
well for my information.

So you got a long nose.

How come you sniff around us?

I want a confession.

You've got to be kidding.

No, no.

Just don't jump to conclusions.

The only one who will
ever see it is Lou Mungo,

the man who ordered
the Weybright murder.

Look, I can see
where you're going,

but you're playing
with dynamite.

I know Lou Mungo,
and he'll kill all of us.

No, he won't. No.

Not when I show him a
Photostat of this confession

in which he bears
full responsibility

for the murder of
a federal officer.

A confession whose original
will be sent to the police

in case anything happens
to either of you... or to me.

Suppose we don't sign it?

Well...

I can't force you
to sign it, of course.

But here's $100,000
for each of you if you do.

I think that's a fair price

for a couple of
signatures, don't you?

Look, I don't know about him,

but, for me, it ain't enough.

Money's no good when you
have to look over your shoulder

every time you want to spend it.

There's a freighter
called the Orange Star

tied up at Pier 16.

She leaves in exactly...

one hour and 42
minutes... for Rio.

Going for a swim, Mr. Falken?

What are you looking for, a car?

Don't bother.

He led us to the car.

That's what we want now.

Yeah?

Oh, hello, Nick. How's it going?

Frank, I can't
hardly believe it.

We've been here
only a few hours,

and I figure he's got
Mungo all wrapped up.

How?

Same way he must have
gotten to Carlyle and Williams.

Blackmail.

Where's he getting
his information?

Well, it beats me, Frank.

But he knew the names

of the guys who did
the Weybright job.

They just left the hotel.

Sebastian paid 'em
to sign a confession

saying Mungo planned it.

Well, it's a bluff,
but if it works,

it means he's bought this
whole stinking town for 200 grand.

Don't let it go to
your head, Nick.

We bought New York from
the Indians for a lot less.

When do you see Mungo?

Tonight.

Now, if everything
goes all right, I figure, uh,

we'll have this town
locked up in 24 hours.

Listen, Nick,

if it works out,
bring him back here.

Bring him back tomorrow.

Anything you say, Frank.

What are you doing here?

Ness come to the
garage this afternoon

when you wasn't here.

He knew where
the car is ditched.

Did you go to the pier, huh?

Lou, I had to make sure. Why?

Why'd you have to make sure?

My fingerprints is all
over that... Shut up!

If he knew, he knew.

If he didn't know,
you led him right to it!

My fingerprints, Lou!
Get out of town tonight!

No, I can't. Why?

I'm out of junk!

All right, hophead,
Blinky'll bring you some.

When? Tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night. Lou, I'll
be climbing the walls by then!

That's your problem.

Just keep out of sight.

Yeah. Yeah, sure, Lou.

Call Blinky tomorrow.

He'll see you get some.

Take this to the newsstand

on the corner of
Fifth and Carson.

The vendor comes on around noon.

Do I, uh, wait for an answer?

You wait for the junk.

It'll take him a
while to get it.

Okay.

Blinky?

What are you doing here?

Blinky, I got to have a fix!

I got to have one!

You heard what the boss said.

I can't hold out till tomorrow.

Really, really I can't.

You could have one
here in half an hour.

Just one to tide me over.

I could wait here for
you till you got back.

Like the boss says,
you call me tomorrow.

I'll get the stuff.

I'll meet you at Funland.

I warned you not
to kill Weybright,

but you wouldn't listen.

Now you let a man
you should have killed,

a frightened addict
who could hang us all,

walk away without a scratch.

I had to kill Weybright.
Oh, so you had...

With him in the picture,

my clubs will close
as fast as they opened.

Now you've got Ness
on your back, huh?

He ain't gonna be
there forever. Huh?

When he keeps coming
up with goose eggs,

they're gonna ship him
right back to Chicago,

and when he goes
back, we're in business.

Hey?

Hey?!

Just-Just... relax.

I tell you, there is
nothing to worry about.

Not a thing in the...

Mr. Mungo?

Yeah?

My name is Sebastian.

I'm from Chicago.

I think you and I have a
little business to discuss.

And now, back to
The Untouchables.

You lousy punk!

You are entitled to that,
but don't push your luck.

You think I'm gonna
sit still for this?

I don't think you
have any choice.

You mean, either I give
up everything I worked for,

or you're gonna turn this
over to the feds, is that it?

Now, nobody said we were
going to take everything.

In fact, we may let
you keep your clubs,

as long as we get our cut.

Oh, you went to all this trouble

just to get a piece
of my action, huh?

Don't make me laugh.

No, no.

That's not quite what we meant.

We do want more than, uh...

more than a piece
of your action.

I thought so.

We want the names of the
people you've been able to buy.

We want your protection.

I see.

You're gonna start
with the protection,

and then you go on from there.

The bookies, the girls,
the dope, the booze.

Like Chicago, huh?!

Like Chicago.

Everything under one roof.

One big happy family.

And everybody has to
play by Capone's rules, huh?

Well, yes.

Um, that's kind of
the way it's stacked.

All right, punk,

I'm gonna tell you something.

You can go and whistle
for your names, see?

Because I ain't gonna
give you nothing!

No? No.

Maybe you'd better
read the confession again.

That confession
ain't worth a nickel.

If you turn me into the feds,

I am going to give
them the names

of everybody I
ever paid off, see?

And every last one of
'em will be indicted, see?

Then how you gonna
take over this town, huh?

Same way you did...

Find the contacts
and pay them off.

They'll be in jail.

Well, the ones you found, yeah,

but there'll be others.

There always are.

Well, it'll be a lot
tougher for you.

It took me a full
year without any heat.

How long do you figure
it's gonna take you?

Well, now, I've got all
the time in the world,

so if you want to
throw your life away

just to cause me a
little inconvenience,

that's your privilege.

All right, I'll negotiate.

But not with no messenger boy.

Here, call up Nitti and tell
him Mungo talks to the top,

or he don't talk to nobody.

Mungo talks to me...

or he doesn't talk
to anyone... ever.

I need some time to
talk to my contacts.

24 hours.

We'll be back tomorrow
at the same time.

From where I sit,

you're in the driver's
seat, Mr. Sebastian.

You know, with any luck at all,
this whole town could be ours.

Ours?

I've been doing some
thinking, Mr. Sebastian.

You have?

Mm-hmm.

Chicago's a long way from here.

Go on.

If you was to decide

you could run this
town without Frank Nitti,

I don't think there's too
much he could do about that.

Well, Mr. Nitti already
foresaw that possibility, Nick.

That's why he sent you along.

He pays me 500 bucks a week,
Mr. Sebastian, 500 bucks a week.

A split of a town this
size could net me...

a hundred grand a
month, no problem at all.

Well, there's one problem.

You told Frank you'd be
coming back tomorrow with me.

All right, I'll, uh,
I'll stall for time.

I'll, uh...

I'll tell him Mungo can't
reach some of his contacts...

It'll take a few more days.

Nick, you know, it seems

that both Mr. Nitti and
I underestimated you.

One advantage to my
job, Mr. Sebastian...

Nobody figures a
hatchet man can think.

What do you mean we got hung up?

Ran into a little
trouble, Frank.

What kind of trouble?

Mungo... he can't reach
some of his contacts.

They're, uh, out on vacation,

so we, we can't wind
things up till they get back.

When is that going to be?

Well, he says a week.

Ten days at the most.

That's a long time for something

that was going to be
in the bag last night.

Well, we're doing
everything we can, Frank.

It ain't our fault
the guys ain't here.

Okay, okay, I'll
leave it to you, Nick.

Keep in touch, huh?

Yeah, Frank, sure.

I'll, uh, I'll let you know
the minute we get the word.

That's him, all right...
Nick Vascovitch.

Nitti's gun is Sebastian.

What do you suppose they
could be cooking up with Mungo?

It doesn't make sense.

Sebastian's never been
tied to the Nitti organization.

He's a gambler.

So is Mungo.

Set a thief to
catch a thief, huh?

Maybe.

I don't know.

It still doesn't add up, Eliot.

Why would Nitti
try to move in now?

The whole town's up in
arms over Weybright's death.

That could be it.

Maybe Nitti's trying to
sneak in the back door

while we're
banging at the front.

Well, shall we pick them up?

We've got nothing
to hold them on.

If Chicago is setting
up a power play,

we've got to block it.

Yeah, but how?

Sir, the captain sent me down

to tell you that
they raised the car.

Any fingerprints?

No, sir, they haven't
worked on that yet, sir,

but the captain thought you
might as well check on these.

They found them in
the backseat of the car.

What's this?

We found those in the car

we pulled out of the
harbor this morning.

I don't know why you're
bringing 'em to me.

There are fingerprints
on the car, Mungo,

that belong to a man
named Arnie Falken.

He works for you.

That's right.

He's a mechanic.

His fingerprints are
on almost every car

that goes in and
out of my garage.

You'll have to do
better than that, Ness.

I'll do a lot better.

The backseat of
this car was littered

with empty machine gun shells...

The same caliber as those
that killed Arnold Weybright.

The car, Mungo,
was registered to you.

I see.

Was this by any chance
a black '31 sedan?

That's right. Uh-huh.

If you'll check the
records of the local police,

I think you'll find that I
reported that car stolen

three days before
Weybright was killed.

You thought of
everything, didn't you?

It looks to me like the man
you want is Arnie Falken.

Falken didn't show up
for work this morning,

didn't go home last night.

Does that surprise you, Mungo?

Yeah.

He was in my office last night.

His clothes were all wet
like he was in swimming.

He seemed upset about something.

Said he was quitting
and wanted his back pay.

Did you pay him?

Uh-uh.

Told him my bookkeeper
would make out the check.

Falken's leaving town.

He said he'd wire
where to send it.

Don't make that
check out yet, Mungo.

We found him once,
we'll find him again.

Good luck, Ness.

You got a lot of nerve, Mungo.

You got the federal
government on one side of you,

Frank Nitti's boys on the other.

You could get squeezed.

Give my regards to Sebastian.

I ain't shaky enough,

you got to meet me
on a "roll-y" coaster.

Did you bring the stuff?

Oh, no.

No, Blinky, no, I...

We talked to six
people on the car.

Nobody saw a thing.

How many tickets
were sold for that ride?

Eight.

I guess number seven
was our friend here.

Number eight was a friend
of Lou Mungo's, that's for sure.

Here are his
personal effects, Eliot.

The usual stuff...
A laundry ticket,

a pawn ticket, a movie stub.

The only link we had
to the Weybright killing.

Mungo gets rid of him.

Just happened to be
in the neighborhood.

Well, make yourself at home.

Nick ought to be
here any minute.

Oh, that's one of the things
I want to talk to you about.

Nick won't be around anymore.

He had an accident.

An accident?

He was taking a bath and he,

he touched an
electric light switch.

It, it killed him...
just like that.

It could happen to anyone.

Yeah, yeah.

Of course, Nick, uh, Nick
was inclined to be careless.

Now, that's what I thought.

One day he calls me up

and he says the town will
be wrapped up in 24 hours.

The next day he
says, "We got hung up."

Now, the only "we" in this
move, Sebastian, is you and me.

Naturally.

So I was wondering...

what's your idea how
long it's going to take?

Well, now, I'm supposed
to see Mungo tonight,

and I figure I should have this
whole thing wrapped up around...

11:00 tomorrow morning.

Make it noon.

I don't want to rush you.

Oh, Mr. Nitti.

Our deal, uh... it's still on?

You're a smart man, Sebastian.

You don't go to
pieces under pressure.

I can use a smart man

if he's learned anything
from experience.

And if he delivers.

I couldn't have
said it better myself.

Oh, you'd better find
another place to live.

That "Do Not Disturb"
sign on Nick's door

ain't going to keep
people out forever.

10:45 P.M., November 2, 1933.

Agent Hobson's
checkout of the pawn ticket

found on the body
of Arnie Falken

turned up an expensive
gold cigarette case.

An inscription inside
had been crudely filed off.

"To Scotty.

"From his friends
in the seventh ward.

September 1928."

Let's check the newspapers;
maybe they covered it.

You're two hours early.

Well, there's no use
postponing the inevitable,

now, is there?

Sit down.

Come on, the names.

Wait a minute.

Now, listen.

I spent over a year
developing this town

because I knew
once I got hold of it,

I could keep the
organization out.

I mean, nobody's going to
make a fuss about a little booze,

a little gambling

once the noise over
Weybright dies down.

What's your point?

My point... my point... is:

we could still keep
the organization out.

We could split this town
right down the middle.

Look, I've just been down
that road and it's no deal.

So come on, the names...
Your City Hall contacts.

Come on.

There's your top man.

What about the rest of 'em?

He goes, they all go.

I'll be back here
right after I talk to him.

Mr. Symes.

Where you been?

Circulating.

I, uh, picked up a bit of
news that might interest you.

Spit it out.

Frank Nitti's in town
with some of his boys.

Nitti?

Uh-huh.

Not only is he in town,
but he's seen Sebastian.

Nitti is in town...

and Sebastian shows
up here two hours early.

Why, that lousy punk.

He's been under
the gun all this time.

He hasn't got a year
to open up this town.

He's got a day or
a week or a month.

He's got a deadline,

and I'll lay you 50 to one

that that's why
Nitti is in town,

and all I had to do was to
call that lousy punk's bluff.

Yeah.

There is one
trouble with instinct.

It is never quite able to
cope with the improbable.

You shut up.

Listen.

This game ain't over yet.

Oh, perhaps not,
but at the moment,

it looks like Mr. Sebastian
holds all the cards.

Yeah?

That's 'cause he dealt the hand.

Let's just see what
happens when I cut the deck.

Commissioner Bodeen?

Yes.

My name is Carruthers.

Your name is Sebastian

and you represent Mr. Nitti.

How do you know that?

I got a telephone call 20
minutes ago from Mungo.

He told me to expect you.

He did.

Well, Mr. Commissioner, it looks
like you have a choice to make.

Mungo or Mr. Nitti.

I have no choice.

Mungo threatened my family
if I made a deal with you.

I'll give you 10 times
what he's paying you.

I've got to go along with Mungo.

He threatened my family.

Don't you understand?

Yes, I understand.

But what makes you
think your family will be safe

if you don't cooperate with us?

Lee.

Here it is.

"F. Scott Bodeen Feted
at Testimonial Dinner.

"Scott Bodeen, known
as Scotty to his intimates,

"was feted last night
at a testimonial dinner

"given by a large group
of friends and constituents.

"The highlight of the
occasion was a presentation

"of several gifts to Mr. Bodeen

as a token of his
friends' esteem."

It's all right, I'll get it.

Commissioner Bodeen?

What do you want with him?

Just the answers
to a few questions.

He's not at home.

I think you better
talk to us, Mr. Bodeen.

We're Federal Officers.

Well, punk.

Come here.

You pulled a good bluff
and you got called, eh?

Uh, Commissioner Bodeen.

Oh, yeah.

Well, it's what they call, uh,

a Mexican stand off, isn't it?

I can't kill you because
you got that confession,

and you can't kill me
because my contacts

won't make a move
till I give them the word.

And I think our friend
Nitti is getting impatient.

Somebody has got to give.

I can't.

I won't.

That means nobody
wins, and we both lose.

Any suggestions?

Maybe.

Yeah, maybe.

Mungo...

Mungo, they tell
me that you're, uh,

quite a gambler.

Is that right?

So?

So, one cut of the cards.

I put up the confession.

The original.

Ah!

Into the pot.

And you ante up
your list of contacts.

Winner takes all.

What do you say?

I, uh, I have a
deck of cards. No.

We'll use a brand new deck.

You realize what we're
playing for, don't you?

It's my life against yours.

Now, if I lose, uh,
Mr. Nitti has plans for me.

And if you lose,
well, it's the chair.

Go ahead, draw.

Oh, you're the house.

You draw first.

Oh, that's too bad.

Three of diamonds, eh?

Well, let me see, now,

there are 52 cards in the deck.

Come on, draw.

Oh, please, Mungo,

you're not going to
deny me the chance

to approach this thing
scientifically, are you?

Now, there are 52 cards
in the deck and you drew

a three.

That means, there
are only four cards

in there that can
beat me, right?

Four deuces.

Draw a card, will ya?

Oh, of course, I could draw

one of the remaining
threes in the deck

and that would take
you off the hook.

Well, there are still
those 44 other cards that...

are winning cards.

Now, that means the odds
are 44 to four against you.

11 to one in my favor.

Look, punk!

I drew my card, are
you gonna draw yours?!

Of course.

Okay, now, that's
your card, right?

Well, I think so.

Well, come on, turn it over.

Well, I-I just can't
be sure, Mungo.

Are you gonna turn up that card?

Well, Mungo, now,
what do you think, really?

You lousy punk!

Open up!

Mungo, open up!

♪ ♪

Let's take a look around.

Our friend may still be with us.

The syndicate threat,

which started in
Chicago 12 days before,

ended in flames on
November 4th, 1933.

With the power play blocked,

Eliot Ness and the
Untouchables returned home.

The Untouchables!