All language subtitles for The Untouchables - S04E14 (The Speculator)_000

(theme music plays)

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

MAN: Mr. Ness,
it's your friend again.

Lee.

I got another tip for you.

Go ahead.

Ain't you gonna thank me
for Artie Graff?

Thanks.

I told you right, didn't I?

You told me right, friend.

Now, get this.

There's a warehouse down by
the old Grover Street hill.

Big meeting.

Lot of top boys.

Wouldn't be surprised if old
Frank Nitti himself was there.

(line clicks)

We're invited to a party.

(horn honks)

dd

Sure that's everything, Leo?

Yeah, I'm sure, Mr. Nitti.

You better be.

Okay.

(stomps foot)

The meeting will now
come to order.

There's only one thing
on the agenda this evening;

that's Leo Stazak here,
the keeper of the books.

I advise you to listen good.

Okay, Leo, you got the floor.

Thank you, Mr. Nitti.

Gentlemen, last night, the Feds

put their hands on
a set of our books.

Here, like this.

And in it,
our accounts receivable.

It tipped the Feds on how,
with the speak owners,

we handle our business.

Now, paper can be very
dangerous-- worse than guns.

It can hang us.

And that's why we want
all the paper here.

From now on,
you don't write anything,

you don't sign anything.

If you want to make a deal,

you pick up the telephone,
understand?

All records will be held
in a central file,

known only by
the bona fide members

of the organization's
council, and...

What he means is, from now own,
the only paper we use is cash.

If you get an order for a
hundred cases of Canadian booze,

you call us.

We'll keep the records.

Oh, there's one thing more.

You all knew Artie Graff.

He ran a good speak, but he was
careless with his records.

Now, the organization has voted
to give his widow a few bucks

in memory of
her departed husband.

I hope you all heard good.

I got enough problems;
I don't want any more.

That's all, boys.

The Feds!

No guns!

We're clean!

(tires screech)

All right, move out!

Come on! Move!

Warm your hands, Ness.

It's awful cold in here.

Get them downtown, all of them.

Come on.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Speculator.�

Starring Robert Stack
as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Bruce Gordon

and Frank Sutton,

with special guest star
Telly Savalas.

And narrated
by Walter Winchell.

WINCHELL: Frank Nitti was taken
into custody by Eliot Ness.

Nitti was not pleased.

I told you, Ness, ten times.

It's cold in the warehouse,

so we light a fire
just to keep our hands warm.

You say it's records.

What are you trying to make
out of this, a federal case?

Exactly that, a federal case.

Now, look, I'm a citizen;
I got my rights.

I want to know when we can
leave this rattrap.

When I tell you you can.

STAZAK:
Mr. Ness, may I say something?

Fine, Stazak, you do that.

My opinion, you're acting in
a very high-handed manner.

Am I?

Now, Mr. Ness, we all know

you're very big
with the newspapers.

And we all know you're looking

to make a score
by persecuting Mr. Nitti.

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

Thanks.

I got to hand it to you, Nitti,
you move fast.

Artie Graff
murdered in his cell.

Now, Mr. Ness...

I'm sure you understand
that murder is a method

used only by punks
who don't know any better.

Mr. Nitti is
a legitimate businessman

engaged in the pursuit
of profit,

like any other good American.

Thanks, I'm glad to hear that.

Now, let me point out

that you're only
a public servant

and that Mr. Nitti
is a taxpayer.

Yet, you and your other
government boys have seen fit

to freeze cash deposits
in banks all over the city,

and have taken it
upon yourselves to imply

that they're ours and that we're
dealing through phony front men.

Now, you say you have
a case against us, huh?

And that you have records
belonging to a Mr., uh, Graff.

Now, think about that, Mr. Ness.

Yeah, you have records,

but like you said,
Graff is dead.

And without him, you're nowhere.

Have you any other statement
to make, Stazak?

No, I think I said my piece.

He's said his piece.

Fair enough.

All right, you can both go.

I don't like
these sessions, Ness.

You operate like a cheap hood.

Ever known Nitti
to let someone talk for him?

No.

Stazak's a man to watch, Lee.

Where's your car?

My boy's probably still looking
for that two-bit lawyer of mine.

I can't depend on nobody.

Can I take you some place,
Mr. Nitti?

Yeah, yeah, the club.

Leo, you did good tonight.

Real good.

Well, thanks a lot, Mr. Nitti.

You been with
the organization a long time,

and you worked hard.

From here in,
you ride with me, in style.

Well, I appreciate that, sir.

Oh, I ain't one to forget
a thing like this.

Anybody does right
by Frank Nitti,

it's well known that Frank Nitti
does right by him.

Name what you want, you got it.

Well, there's a little favor
you could do for me, sir.

I got a cousin, uh, Angie.

So?

He needs a job.

(chuckles)

He's got it.
Angie works with you.

See, you're coming up, Leo.

Thanks, Mr. Nitti.

Peanuts, peanuts,
nickels and dimes.

Come on, Leo, you tell me
what you really want, huh?

Well, I'll think
of something, Frank.

(both laugh)

WINCHELL:
Four days after Leo Stazak

tossed a match to the records,
the cold residue

of the warehouse fire was
transported to the police lab.

Any chance of restoring this--
any part of it?

Normally, there would've been,
but this was a gasoline fire.

Too bad.
Two minutes earlier and...

Wouldn't have mattered.

Two minutes earlier,
they would've seen to it

we got the same thing, ashes.

Could've been
our net worth case.

There must be other records,
duplicates, master sets

somewhere hidden
outside the line of fire.

We can't stop now.

See if you can restore
any part of it--

corner of a page, a number, a
name, an address, anything, huh?

-Right.
-Thanks.

WINCHELL: 7:30 that night,
in a specially fitted club car

owned and maintained
by Frank Nitti,

the mob's council met
in emergency session.

In attendance were
the six regular members.

The subject: new business.

Guests of honor:
Max Gort from St. Louis

and George Keeley, Kansas City.

They wanted to bring
a 60-truck convoy

of illegal booze
down from Canada.

They needed Frank Nitti
to make it work.

All right,
let's get to the dough.

How much?

One million, two-five-oh.

For 20 of those truckloads,

marked for Chicago
and Frank Nitti.

You're talking
big blue chips, Max.

Who else is big enough to get up

enough scratch to get in
on this deal with us?

Suppose I don't go for it?

Well, we go alone.

Best we can roll in
is 40 trucks.

Well, Frank,
what do we tell our boys

in St. Louis and Kansas City?

I like it.

You understand, we'll need
that million and a quarter

inside of 30 days.

I said I like it.
You got doubts?

Oh, no, no, Frank.

Uh, if you give us your word,
that's enough.

Sure.

Everybody knows,

Frank Nitti's word
is as good as his bond.

Max, George,
we'll get back to you.

Go on, boys.

We'll let you know.

Vic seemed a little lukewarm
about the deal.

If I tell you I like it,
you're in.

You go on back to St. Louis
and Kansas City,

you tell them
everything's set, okay?

(train whistle blows)

-So long.
-So long.

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

Eliot, Lee.

We got lucky.

The lab boys were able
to restore a fragment of ash

that had been stuck
to the steamer trunk.

Any complete words?

Enough.

Apparently, it's the bottom part
of a business form.

Now, there's a small "B" and
a small "A" in uppercase type,

then there's a jumble of letters
that adds up to "Fine Printing."

Must be the syndicate's printer.

I checked it out.

The directory lists
an Anton Ryba Print Shop.

Good, let's stake it out.

Double teams around the clock.

Right.

Thanks, Ted.

WINCHELL: Within an hour
after the St. Louis

and Kansas City mobsters
had presented the plan,

the organization was ready
for a vote.

In financial matters,

a solid seven "yes" votes
were necessary for approval.

All right, let's take a vote.

I'm with you, Frank.

Me, too.

Yes.

Yes...

No.

No...

I told you I liked it.

It's a good deal.

Still, no.

You tell me why, Vic?

Look, Frank, now is no time
for us to expand.

We're short of hard cash.

The Feds have a lot
of our money frozen solid,

but we still got to run
the business in Chicago.

No.

We got to hang on
to all the dough we take in.

You feel that way, too, Sam?

I got to go with Vic, Frank.

We're in no position
to take a chance right now.

We're in no position to take
a chance right now?

Why, you gutless punks.

How do you think I build this
organization in the first place?

You think I built it
by playing safe?

You think I built it by being
scared of my own shadow?

No, I built it with these.

I smashed everything aside.

I fought the Feds
to make this organization.

I took a chance
every step of the way.

Why, if you don't shoot crap,
you're through, out.

Now, I said I was for it.

And if Frank Nitti
says he's for it,

that means we'll make it.

Now, I'll give you another
chance to change your vote.

You make it unanimous,
we'll all go home.

I voted no.

It still stands.

Get out,
all of you, get out!

Now, you go home now.

I got some business
to talk over with Frank.

Good night, Mr. Nitti.

Here, drink up, Frank.

You know,
it's not my right to speak.

I give you the right.

Well, in my opinion,
you're right all the way.

Well, I'm glad somebody
thinks so.

You know, you don't have
to take this lying down.

You're Frank Nitti.

You can swing it without them.

How?

Simply by making the deal
all alone,

and you don't tell them
anything about it.

That's very interesting, Leo.

Only I happen to need
one million, 250 in quick cash,

and I need it in 30 days.

Well, that's no problem.

You just go out
and you make it.

Where?

In the stock market.

In the market?

Oh, it's shaking like a leaf.

No, it's way down.

Now's the time to get in, Frank.

Now's the time to get in
and buy big.

The slobs are getting out.

They're in panic.

But the Feds?

They can check
on any market investing.

They'll get me on that tax rap.

Not the way I'd cover it.

You just leave that to me.

In 30 days, I double your money.

Not only you handle
the convoy deal all alone,

but you'll have
a pile of dough left over.

You sure?

Guaranteed.

(laughs)

I like you, Leo;
you know, you got guts.

If there's one thing Frank Nitti
appreciates, it's guts.

That means you'll give me
the green light?

All right.

When do you need this dough?

I got to get in quick, Frank.

I got to get in
while the market's low.

You meet me here,
tomorrow morning, first thing.

I'll have the dough
for you then.

300 grand, a week's collections.

And I'll match it next week.

I tell you, Leo, you're my boy.

You double that dough,

I'll see that you get a seat
on the council.

Good night.

Good night, Frank.

(laughs)

WINCHELL:
For a solid week,

the Untouchables staked out
the Anton Ryba Print Shop.

On the seventh day
of their surveillance,

they spotted Leo Stazak.

Lee.

(doorbell tinkles)

(door closes)

Hello, Anton.

I got a job for you.

I'm at your service,
for a fee, of course.

(laughs)

Stocks.

Duplicate them.

This kind of work
will take some time.

Yeah, well, Anton, old pal,
this is a rush job.

I need this stuff tomorrow.

Unfortunate.

I'm visiting my sister's family
in Cicero tomorrow.

Postpone it.

I don't care to do that, Leo.

Now, look,
I've seen you print up

a couple of dozen
real estate contracts,

phony real estate contracts,
in less than a couple of hours.

Because Mr. Nitti asked me to.

Mr. Nitti?

Mr. Nitti asked me
to find him a printer.

You know, someone who could work
for the organization.

Someone who'd keep
his mouth shut.

And I found you, Anton.

And tell me,
during the past six months,

how much money
have you made, huh?

How long can I be grateful?

Every time you walk in here,
I thank you.

You be grateful one more day.

One more day,
and $1,000 in cash now.

(chuckles)

A good craftsman
is worth $1,000.

A good craftsman
who doesn't talk to Nitti

and keeps his mouth shut
is worth that and more.

Oh?

There's a $2,500 bonus
in it for you.

I wondered how long
it would take.

How long it will take
before my friend Leo Stazak

would show his,
uh, should I say,

aggressive qualities.

Two things.

One, a perfect job.

I want you to roll off a pack
of stock certificates

that are so good, they'll fool
any stock broker in the world.

I want you to make it look
like I've been up to my eyebrows

in stock transactions
this past week.

Number two.

Two, Anton.

I want them perfect
in 24 hours.

Huh?

Two things.

$1,000.

Cash.

Come on.

They're in business, those two.

Anton Ryba Fine Printing.

Fine printing for what?

Stazak left his briefcase

and whatever he wanted Ryba
to do for him.

Let's drop in as soon
as Ryba leaves

and take a look around, hmm?

(knocking)

Yeah?

You got company, Mr. Nitti.

Hello, Vic.

Want some dinner?

-I'm not hungry, Frank.
-(door closes)

What are you doing down there?

We got to yell at each other.

Here.

This is my seat, Frank.

My seat at the council table.

I fought for it;
I earned it.

You're out of your mind if you
don't try some of these spuds.

Frank,

I'm a voting partner
in this organization.

So, what else is new?

A phone call is new.

I was just on the phone,

talking to Max Gort
in St. Louis.

Good man, Max.

He was real happy
that we decided

to go in with him
on that convoy deal.

Frank,

me and Sam voted no.

The phone connection
between here and St. Louis

has always been pretty bad.

Maybe you two guys didn't hear
each other so good.

Maybe I better call Max myself

and talk real slow,
so he'll understand me.

When are you gonna make
that call, Frank?

Soon as I can.

Well, you let me know
what he says.

Vic?

I offered you some
of these spuds.

I wished you would accept it.

What are you doing tonight?

Uh, nothing, Mr. Nitti.

How'd you like to take
in a burlesque show?

(whistling, cheering)

(exhales)

(laughs)

Hello, honey.

(gunshot)

ANNOUNCER: And now,
back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: The death of
Frank Nitti's major opposition

on his council cleared
the way for a secret meeting.

Nitti himself selected
the site.

The same warehouse
that Ness raided a week before.

Where's the dough?

Yeah.

300.

Capital Gs, for grand.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

If Mr. Nitti ever finds out you
never invested a dime of it...

Leo, maybe we better settle
for this, huh?

Take what we got now
and get out of town.

With more on the way?

Well, at least stash
this thing some place.

What kind of stupid chance
are we taking

to have it around all the time?

-(door closes)
-That's him!

Don't worry, cousin.

Hello, Leo, Angie.

Hey, Frank.

The Feds swept up here
like housewives.

The steamer trunk
was here, remember?

And that was a quick move
you made, that fire.

I can't get it out of my mind.

Hey, Frank.

You know, you thanked me enough.

Angie's on the payroll.

I'm indebted to you.

Here's what I could grab
at a weekly take

without getting
a lot of questions.

Great, I'll just add this
to the pot.

What is it,
a couple hundred thousand?

Yeah.

You're a smart man, Frank.

You keep putting in
and putting in.

You're making, uh, a pyramid.

That's a word they use
on Wall Street.

-Pyramid, that means...
-I know what it means.

I'd like to know just how big
that pyramid is right now.

You mean, as of today?

As of tonight.

Right now.

Angie, go get the bag.

Remember I told you I'd double
your money in 30 days?

I lied to you, Frank.

I doubled your money in a week!

(chuckles)

Here's your profit, Frank.

$300,000. Here, take it,
put it in the bag.

Everything you bought went up?

(laughs):
Oh, come on, will you, Frank?

No, mostly Comet Copper.

It's gone wild.

I sold a thousand shares
yesterday.

You know,
this is a risky business.

If you want to pull out
and take a profit, I understand.

No, I didn't say that.

Comet Copper, huh?

What other stocks
you been buying?

Here's a list of stocks.

Study it and see what you think.

I'll have the, uh,
certificates for you tomorrow.

You know, proof of ownership
from the company.

Naturally, if you want
to pull out altogether,

I can sell everything tomorrow.

(chuckles)

Every time I look at you,
I see flames.

(chuckles)

Here, put it all in the market.

I got confidence.

Let's go for the whole bundle.

He's got confidence;
he sees flames.

(laughs)

dd

Lee.

Proofs. Still wet.

Today's work, huh?

Business forms,
business forms...

Wait a minute.

Stock certificates.

Even these proofs could fool me.

Well, this is Stazak's order.

It's got to mean he's going
in the stock market for Nitti.

Yeah, trying to raise cash for
Nitti, sale of fake securities.

Could be.
It makes sense

with Internal Revenue
freezing their bank deposits.

What time did
Ryba leave the store?

About a half hour ago, 10:00.

Come back in the morning,
ask him a few questions.

-I think he'll be nervous.
-Why?

He won't be able
to find these proofs.

Leo!

Leo. There, Leo.

We got to take off;
we got to get out of here.

Everything works for us.

Newspapers, Wall Street,

the whole world.

What are you talking about?!

We still got Mr. Nitti's dough!

He'll shoot us down like a dog!
We haven't invested...

Right! We haven't
invested a dime.

This is a beautiful
moment, Angie.

Taste it. Here.

(laughing):
Smell it!

We don't have any money.

We don't have any...
money at all.

We just lost it
in the stock market.

It could happen to anybody.

All we got...

is a bag full
of hundred dollar bills,

a half a million dollars
in cold cash.

The world is flat busted,

and we're taking a shower
in the stuff. (chuckles)

We got to get out of here.

We got to move, Leo.

We conned Frank Nitti!

Sure, we did con him,
didn't we, Angie?

From the day you made
that call to Ness

about Artie Graff's books.

He swallowed that one
hook, line, sinker,

boat, dock, pier,
everything. (chuckles)

And that phone call about the
warehouse and the meeting, huh?

Buying the stocks,
stocks that weren't stocks.

We conned him
all the way, Ange.

You know what
I feel like right now?

I feel as if
I could reach out my hand

and give him a little shove.
(exhales sharply)

And he'd topple over
just like he was hollow.

Nobody pushes
Frank Nitti around.

A lot of guys have tried it.

They were all bums!
Nobody with class!

Well, I ain't gonna hang around
to be one of them.

You do what I tell you...

-cousin.
- (footsteps approaching)

I know all about it, Frank.

Anything you do to me,
I deserve it.

I got it coming;
I was a fool.

"Let me handle it, Frank."

"We'll make a killing, Frank.�

"I'll double your money
in a month, Frank!"

Go ahead, give it to me;
I got it coming.

Over half a million
down the drain.

You think you're worth
half a million, Leo?

Nah, I'm not worth nothing.

I don't even want
to live anymore.

Go ahead, kill me, Frank, huh?
Do it quick.

You had a chance to get out,
but you didn't grab it.

It wasn't your fault,
it was mine. I did it.

Nobody but me.

Leo, I don't get it.

You're smart. I figured maybe
some of the other suckers

might take a bath, but not you.

How did it happen? How?!

Well, I got to be honest
with you, Frank.

I just guessed wrong.

But it wasn't me alone;
the whole world guessed wrong.

The biggest shots in this
business, they guessed wrong.

We just made a mistake.

You wanted that convoy deal,

and I had to gamble
to get it for you, right?

Okay. So I lost.

But one thing I want you to know

before you knock me off...
is I tried!

Remember that, Frank!
I tried, for you!

Once you asked me
if I ever wanted anything, huh?

Well, all I'm asking you for

is my miserable life.

I told you to shoot dice.

I can't hurt you
if you crap out.

Hey, Frank,

we can come back, Frank.

Fast.

No dice, no gambling;
a sure thing.

The convoy!

60 trucks rolling
through here from Canada.

Keep talking.

The Canadian boys roll their
trucks through on time, huh?

But they're rolling... trucks.

-Empty trucks!
-Make it look like a hijack?

Yeah! The Purple Gang in
Detroit; everybody knows them.

They'd do anything;
they're hoodlums.

Go on.

Here.

The Canadian boys--
hey, excuse me, Frank.

The Canadian boys...

they put the booze
along our lakefront, huh?

We stash it
in our coves up north,

and then we smuggle it into our
warehouses all over the city.

-And then we peddle it off
a load at a time. -Fine, fine.

Now, what do we pay for this?

What are we, a bunch of Indians?

What do we give them
for this, beads?

We get goods;
we pay in services.

Goods and services,
those are words

they use on Wall Street, huh?

All right, they need
an outlet for their booze.

They need storage;
we provide it.

Yeah, we split the cash
on the sales with Canada.

I wouldn't be surprised if we
could sell some of their stuff

to Kansas City and St. Louis,
make a quick profit.

Quick cash!
Hold-in-the-hand money, Frank.

Okay, that's a good idea, Leo.

But from now on,
we stay out of the stock market.

We stick to what we know.

I'll go to work on this.

Frank?

You're a big man.

A very big man.

(laughing)

(continues laughing)

WINCHELL: Anton Ryba,
the syndicate printer,

returned from a personal visit
to Cicero at 6:00 p.m.,

exactly as he
had promised Leo Stazak.

Yes?

NESS: Mr. Ryba,
we're federal officers.

I locked the door.

We broke in, Mr. Ryba,
with a search warrant.

Me? I'm a printer.

For the syndicate.

You confuse me;
I'm a printer, period.

For customers.

For people who walk in
and give me a job.

Who gave you this job?

That's easy to find out.

There's a job slug
on top of each proof.

I want you to tell me.

A man named... Stazak.

Leo Stazak.

How much does
the man named Stazak pay?

That depends upon the job.

This job.

It was an emergency.

It was paid in advance,

-in cash.
-How much?

A couple of hundred dollars.

You sell yourself cheap,
Mr. Ryba.

Where are the certificates?

When does Stazak pick these up?

He was in a hurry.

He said I had 24 hours.

I made them up
and went down to Cicero today,

and I planned to be back in time
to give them to him.

-What'd he tell you about them?
-I don't understand.

You understand, Mr. Ryba.

Did he give you
any special instructions?

-No.
-Make any particular comment?

-No. -Was he planning
to pick these up himself?

-No! -Or were you supposed
to hold them for Frank Nitti?!

-Mr. Nitti wasn't supposed to...
-Yes?

He wasn't supposed to know.

Give my regards to Stazak.

(doorbell tinkles)

(doorbell tinkles)

(gasps)
Oh, Leo.

I just got back this minute.

Hello, Anton.

Where's the stuff?

Here.

It's all ready.

A perfect job.

(sighs)

Ah, thank you, Anton.

I guess we're square, huh?

Leo, what about the bonus?

You promised a bonus.

For what?
Talking with the Feds?

I just saw them leave.
What'd they want, Anton?

(sighs) Well,
what do they always want?

Snooping, snooping.

They want to know
who my clients are.

What do you think,
I tell them?

(chuckling)

That's what I think, yeah.

You're just trying to be tough

to get out
of paying me my bonus.

You promised me $2,500 if
I didn't say anything to Nitti.

And I didn't.

And I'll tell you something,
Leo Stazak, I want more.

I want three grand for not
saying anything to the Feds.

Where did you send them, Anton?

Nowhere. They just left.

Ah, in an awful hurry.

Did you send them
to, uh, pay me a visit?

Or Frank Nitti?

You're just trying to get out
of paying me my bonus.

Oh, no.

(doorbell tinkles)

Hey!

Mr. Nitti,
you're tight as a board.

Now, you got to relax.

Relax? You should have
my troubles.

Okay, finish me up
and get me out of here.

Hello, Nitti.

I got the whole place
tonight, Ness.

Why don't you go down to the Y?

How do you feel?

It's too bad
about Black Tuesday.

The crash?

What's that got to do with me?

I hear you invested heavily.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

The whole world did.

And I went down the drain.

And the whole world went down
the drain.

Well, except you guys
who work for the government.

Uh, but you ain't interested
in money, are you?

Only in your money, Nitti.

All your unreported income.

All right, enough.

You'll never get me
on a tax rap, Ness.

I'm clean,
and my record's clean.

Stazak still handling
your stocks for you?

Are you still here?

What do you care about Stazak?

Wonder whether
he got out in time or not.

I know he went into the market
with a fistful of stocks.

I told you, I lost.

What are you gonna do now,
laugh?

What are you trying to do,
drill holes in me? Enough.

These are
a little steamy, but...

I think you can see
they're copies.

Copies of what?

Copies of stock certificates.

From Anton Ryba's Print Shop.

Ryba's? Why copies?

Names ain't filled in.

No names of the owners
of the shares.

Well, you'll want to look
those over very carefully.

Have a nice steam.

Volcano in there.

It's liable
to explode any minute.

Eliot, Stazak.

He's looking for Nitti.

(Ness sighs)

Can't be courage.
Just plain nerves.

Where's the dough?
I want 500,000 bucks.

Yeah, well, Frank, well, here's
what I got with me right now.

(chuckles)

In case you're worried--
$100,000.

Where is it?
Over $500,000, not $100,000.

What, are we on,
a merry-go-round, Frank?

You ask, I tell you,
you ask, I tell you.

We lost it, Frank.

Sorry, but we did.

We didn't lose a dime!

You got it all...
stashed away some place.

These are phony
stock certificates.

You had these in case
I ever asked you for proof

if we was really in the market.

That's why I'm here, Frank.

I saw Ness at the printers.

You know, I knew
he had the proofs,

and I knew
he'd hand 'em over to you.

Don't you see through him?

He's trying to drive a wedge
between you and me.

You know, creating distrust.

He'd do anything
to help his tax case.

How does it help his tax case

if he gives me information
about you?

And what if I act
on that information?

Huh? What if I fit you out
for a pair of cement boots?

Sure, he needs the records
in court,

but he also needs the guy
who supervised the paper

to stand up in court
and identify everything.

The paper without the guy--
he ain't got nothing.

Now, where is it?

Ah, are you still on that?

Where's the dough?
Where's the dough?

-Where's the dough?!
-My cousin, Frank.

What about your cousin?!

Let me explain.
Let me explain.

I knew there was
something wrong, you know?

Believe me, Frank.

You know, I...
I felt sick about it.

I felt sick
right down to my toes.

My cousin, you know,
the-the boy you gave the job to,

was swindling the organization.

He went down to Ryba's,
the printer,

and he put in an order
in my name.

How about that?

And...

Oh, it's too tough to go on.

Go on.

I never bought
the stocks myself.

After all, Frank, what am I?
A messenger boy?

So I placed the order,
and I give the cash to Angie.

My cousin, Frank,

flesh and blood.

He pockets the cash,

and he fakes
the stock certificates.

When did you find out?

This afternoon.

You know, I went to pick up
some printing at Ryba's,

and everything fell into place
when I saw the proofs.

Like a jigsaw.

You bring him here.
You bring him here!

I can't do that, Frank.

I killed him.

He tried to destroy us.
I had to do it!

You fast-talked your way
out of everything.

Now you just wait a minute.

Hello. Who's this?

The night man, sir.
Decatur Street Apartments.

Oh, look, night man,
this is Leo Stazak.

I'm worried
about my cousin Angie.

He's been sick all day.

I'd appreciate it
if you look in on him.

I certainly will do that,
Mr. Stazak.

When you set a match
to those records,

I figured, here was a guy
who was loyal clear through.

You'll see.
I'm telling the truth, Frank.

MAN:
Mr. Stazak!

Yeah?

Your cousin... is dead.

Any guy
who'd kill his own cousin...

is loyal clear through.

Thanks, Frank.

I think I'll go down
to the file room.

I haven't looked around there,
you know?

May be some money. Who knows?

Let me know
if you find anything.

Oh, you'll be here?

I'll be here.

I'll call you.

Flesh and blood.

Stay with Nitti.

dd

dd

(footsteps)

NESS:
Don't reach for it, Stazak!

I'll take it.

(bullets clinking on floor)

You want Nitti?

Well, he's yours, Mr. Ness.

You put me on the stand,

and I'll identify every piece
of paper in this place.

This ought to get me, what, huh?

A couple of years?
Time off for good behavior?

A lot of years, Stazak.

Time off for a walk
in the exercise yard. Come on.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

WINCHELL: Shortly after
the capture of Leo Stazak,

Frank Nitti went to jail
for income tax evasion.

During his 18 month
imprisonment,

he received the news

that Stazak was executed
for murder.

Nitti let bygones be bygones.

He sent flowers.

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