All language subtitles for The Untouchables - S01E01 (The Scarface Mob) - pilot

Westinghouse:

first with the
future presents: the

Tonight's show:

Starring: Robert Stack.

Co-starring: Keenan Wynn,

Barbara Nichols

and Pat Crowley.

With special guest
star: Neville Brand.

You have just seen some of
the stars of The Untouchables,

the true story taken from

the exciting
autobiography of Eliot Ness,

the man who probably did most

to help destroy the
Al Capone empire.

To tell you of this era,

here is a man who lived it

and who reported its events,

Mr. Walter Winchell.

It is always a privilege to
tell a story such as this one.

You could say a good
deal about Eliot Ness

and the part he played
in the lawless era.

Fortunately,
there is no need to.

Mr. Ness' story speaks
eloquently for itself.

Westinghouse:

first with the
future, presents: the

Tonight's show:

Starring: Robert Stack.

Co-starring: Keenan Wynn,

Barbara Nichols

and Pat Crowley.

With special guest
star: Neville Brand.

Good evening. Tonight,
the stars you have just seen

will present the
exciting conclusion

of The Untouchables,

Eliot Ness' autobiography
about the seven federal agents

who helped rid this country of
the notorious Al Capone gang.

And now, the man
who can best tell you

of the era, Mr. Walter Winchell.

The Untouchables
had suddenly begun

to cut very deeply
into an empire,

and the man at the
top of that empire

was not to take it lightly.

Chicago, 1929.

By law, the country was dry.

Through connivance
with Al Capone,

Chicago was wet.

Even now, while Al
Capone served a short term

for carrying a gun
in Philadelphia,

the organization
functioned smoothly.

Helped by corrupt officials

and a public that
was indifferent.

Social headquarters of the
mob was the Café Montmartre.

This night, the night
of June 17th, 1929,

the gang was to encounter
its chief adversary.

A Prohibition agent
named Eliot Ness.

Federal raid, stay
where you are.

Plain seltzer.

My goodness, you don't
think I'd be drinking hooch.

Not a thing yet.

Coming down the stairs
was the man who ran the mob

while Capone was in jail.

Frank Nitti, "the Enforcer."

Hello, boys.

You got a search warrant?

These are friends
of yours, Mr. Nitti?

Get lost.

This is a private social club.

It's open to members
and their guests.

Tell him, counselor.

If you cause any
damage to the premises,

I'll have to file suit
on behalf of Mr. Nitti.

Thank you, counselor. I
thought you should be advised.

Find anything? Not a drop.

They must have cleaned
up with blotting paper.

Who could have tipped them off?

Next time, let us
know you're coming.

Okay, we might as well go.

Beat it.

Now, what was the
payoff? One grand.

A grand? Stupido.

You coulda bought her for 500.

On June 24th, one week
after the unsuccessful raid

on the Montmartre,

Eliot Ness was summoned
to the Chicago office

of the new United
States District Attorney,

Beecher Asbury.

The appointment was
for 3 in the afternoon.

Now, this is the
Capone setup, ahem,

$120 million a year

pouring in from beer,
booze, women and gambling.

Mainly from beer and booze.

Thirty-five million's
for protection,

being paid out each year.

Now, before coming to Chicago,

I conferred with
President Hoover

and the attorney general.

We decided there were
two ways of getting Capone:

One is to gather
data to convict him

of income tax evasion,

and the other is to close down
his breweries and distilleries

and make it impossible for
him to continue paying graft.

Now, do you have
any ideas on that?

Yes, I do. Well?

We have 300 agents
in the Chicago district,

and the mob still has
breweries all over the city.

Even run their beer trucks
right through the Loop. Why?

'Cause out of 300 men,
some can be bought.

All you have to
buy is a few men.

What if you have
a special squad?

Small, operating on its own.

Every man thoroughly
investigated.

Brought in from all
parts of the country.

Men who'll spit
on Capone's graft.

Just a few he can't buy.

You think you can
find these men?

I think so.

Sad part is, I can't be sure.

Well, you're going to
start looking for them.

On June 28th, 1929,

Eliot Ness arrived
in Washington.

He had full access to
Prohibition Bureau files

stored in the Treasury building.

A simple assignment,
given all available data

about every agent in the bureau.

Find six or seven
out of these thousands

who are reliable, courageous,

dedicated, honest.

Six or seven of the
most honest men.

At 8:00 on the night
of July 5th, 1929,

the men of the special
squad met for the first time.

Six honest men.

LaMarr Kane of the
Richmond bureau.

Law school graduate.
Married. Two children.

Eric Hansen of the
San Francisco bureau.

Former guard in San
Quentin's death row.

Martin Flaherty, former
Boston police officer.

Outstanding
bureau arrest record.

New York's Jack Rossman,

former telephone
company lineman,

now a wiretap expert.

William Youngfellow,
full-blooded Cherokee,

second team all-American, 1924.

Largely responsible for breakup
of Oklahoma City booze ring.

Tom Kopka, Scranton bureau.

Former Pennsylvania
state trooper.

World War I hero.

Six honest men.

Some of you may have
to familiarize yourselves

with Chicago.

And the seventh, Joe Fuselli.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Ness.

This is Joe Fuselli.

He's not with the
Prohibition Bureau,

but he'll be working with us.

Joe knows every street
and alley in the city.

He's got the finest pair of
driving hands in Chicago.

He also speaks the Sicilian
and Neapolitan dialects.

Maybe you'd better tell
them the rest, Mr. Ness.

Joe's an ex-convict.

He served five years in
Joliet for armed robbery.

LaMarr Kane. Sit down, Joe.

Eh, this is, uh, Hansen.

Flaherty. Flaherty.

Rossman. Rossman.

Seven honest men against
the underworld empire

of Al Capone.

Oh, hello, boys.

Hello, Jake. Willy.

What's the word?

The federal boys have organized
some kind of special squad

just to take care of our setups.

No kidding?

This time I hear they mean it.

Well, we ain't gonna let them
get away with that, are we?

Of course not, Frank.

We'll have the
boys take care of it.

There you are.

There are those
extra 3 grand to cover

those cops on the North Side.

Oliver? No, no.

Oh, you don't have to
worry about this stuff.

No, my wife freezes hard with me

if I come home with
liquor on my breath.

I'm gonna have to get
another thousand, Jake.

For what?

Well, some of the boys
been doing a lot of extra work

trailing those feds for you.

That's their job.

Well, it's still extra work,
no matter how you look at it.

I'm not even going to get
my commission on this deal.

One grand here, one there,
where are we gonna come out?

Now, don't start holding us up.

They shut 'em up
for you, didn't they?

I'm making sure
it stays that way.

Give him the grand.

While Frank Nitti was
making arrangements

with Chicago police,

Eliot Ness was having a
rare date with Betty Anderson,

a girl he had been
going with for over a year.

Hello there. Hm?

Stop dancing? No.

What's wrong? Nothing. Why?

You don't look as though
you're enjoying yourself.

I'm sorry, honey, I...

I try to put things
out of my mind...

Try harder.

No work tonight, remember?

Every time I see someone
drinking that Capone booze...

No work tonight.

Nothing like a woman to
get your mind off things.

Depends on what things
you're talking about.

Well, you're giving me ideas.

Is that wrong?

You don't know the ideas.

What'll we have... for dessert?

What do you want?

Something special.

Something special.

"Marjolaine.

Crêpe suzettes."

It's a pretty fancy
place, Mr. Ness.

"Cherries jubilee."

What are they? I'll ask.

No. Let's just order
them and find out.

You're on.

Excuse me.

Oh, Miss Anderson,
this is Joe Fuselli.

Pleased to meet
you. How do you do?

We got a setup.

I'm sorry, honey,
we're gonna have

to postpone those
cherries jubilee.

Waiter.

Check.

The first Capone still
wrecked by the Ness squad

was in Chicago Heights.

Knocking over one wouldn't begin

to shake the Capone empire.

But Ness intended
to use this as a wedge

to pry open some
seams in the organization.

Come on. You sure you're feds?

Yeah, we're feds.

Everything wrecked, 100 percent.

Get the alky cans in the car.

Hey, boys, what are you
doing? They're taking us in.

I've never seen you
boys before. Who are you?

Johnny Giannini. What
are you doing here?

Well, let's talk about that.

You that new bunch of feds?

Oh, you heard about that? Sure.

Well, we wanna
cooperate with you.

How?

We never been
unreasonable in the past.

What do you say we discuss it?

Okay. Discuss it.

Let's just say, meanwhile,

we put the right
sugar in the coffee.

How much? I gotta
talk to someone.

Meet me tomorrow night, 8:00.

Peach Coloni's
up the block, okay?

Eight tomorrow.

Hey, uh, what about
these friends of mine?

We're taking 'em in, you
haven't forked over yet.

Get 'em in the cars.

You gonna spring us, Johnny?

I'll send someone. You'll
be home for breakfast.

See you tomorrow night, 8:00.

We'll make you happy, boys.

It's after 10:00.

I said 8:00. What's the matter?
You're late. Where you been?

What do you got for us?

You know, boys, we got
things fixed around here

with the cops and
the Prohibition.

So we make it 100 each.

What do you got operating?

Not much cooking around
here. That is about what it's worth.

We all fixed up, huh?

A hundred is chicken feed.

Look, boys, I don't
make the prices.

This is what I was
told to give you.

We gotta have
more money, Johnny.

I can't give you anything.

Okay, Johnny.

Wait, wait.

Guys, you're making
it tough on me.

Now, wait, boys. Please, wait.

Sit down, huh? I gotta ask
someone. Sit down, huh?

Joe?

Hey, Picco. How are you?

I'm a little busy
right now, huh? Sure.

Hey, uh... Uh, how's the dog?

Why, he knows me
since I was a little kid.

Someone will see
you. Someone big.

Who? I can't tell you.

It's a big one. He
wants to see you.

Where? There's a backroom.

We wait there.

You guys, you don't know
what you're doing to me.

Party's beginning.

You know him? No.

Where's the guy we're
supposed to meet?

He's coming.

Who's that? Some
monkey. He works for us.

Just came over
from the other side.

Hey, monkey.

He don't speak no English.

I've seen you before.

We hit your Club
Montmartre last month.

Oh, yeah. So now you're
ready to do business?

I told him... Shut up, you.

How much do you
want to lay off our stills?

We want a grand a week.

You cops.

You get more dough
out of this than we do.

Okay, so become a cop.

Wait.

They're arguing
about how much dough

they're gonna have to give you.

We'll give you 400 a
week. That's top figure.

How many cops you
paying off in the Heights?

We're paying off...

Who we pay and what
we pay is our business.

We'll give you $500 a week.

Giannini will make the payoff.

A grand.

You don't have
to take the money.

There's other
ways to handle this.

A grand.

Just asked Nitti if he should
stick the knife in your back.

Drop it. Drop it!

Move back.

Okay, a grand.

Leave him to me.

Leave him to me.

Ness turned over the bribe

to the Federal District
Attorney's Office.

One thousand dollars.

Then, within the next week,

the squad shut down
six Capone distilleries.

From this activity, Ness
got expected results.

I gave them every cent.

I didn't hold out. What
do you think I am?

Frank, why would I hold out?

I gave it to 'em. Every penny,
every nickel, every dime.

Mamma mia! Mamma...!

You get hold of those guys.

You hold those guys,
you tell 'em to lay off.

Otherwise, you tell 'em

there's gonna be real trouble.

Real trouble.

Tell 'em.

What's the matter, you
crazy? I got you a deal.

Sure, Johnny.
Frank Nitti himself.

He made it himself, and now
you go knocking over the stills.

Lay off, he says. He means
it. It's still the small stuff.

Stills we can find. Six
stills you knocked off.

You guys, you know
what you're doing to me?

They worked me over already.

Nitti says I double-crossed him.

He says I'm holding out.

You know what can happen to me?

It's happening, Johnny.

I'm arresting you for bribery.
Why do you wanna do that for?

You gave us the money.
You're wasting your time.

I'll be sprung before
morning. I know.

The minute they hear
I'm booked, they'll...

Then they'll know
where you are, Johnny?

Hey, I'm hot.

I'll end up in a ditch,
a hole my head.

Do you want me
on your conscience?

You can buy your
way out, Johnny.

You cops, you're all robbers.

How much you want? Come
on, tell me. How much you want?

Not a cent. You're crazy.

I ask you, how much,
how much? The breweries.

I said we're looking
for something

bigger than the stills,
something harder to find.

We want the breweries.
How would I know

where there's a brewery? Johnny.

You think they tell me?
Okay, Johnny, let's go.

Hey, wait, wait.

I know one... One.

I tell you where it is,

you help me out of town, okay?

No double cross. A deal?

One.

Where is it, Johnny?

The breweries were the
heart of the Capone empire.

The heart and
the Achilles' heel.

Stills producing
booze could be set up

quickly and inexpensively.

Breweries represented
great investments

of time and money,
and very great profits.

So they were artfully concealed,

and further protected by
huge payments of graft.

In the 11 months before
the night of July 28th,

not one Capone brewery

had been touched by any
law enforcement agency

in Chicago.

Steel.

Steel door in the rear too.

Hey, Mr. Ness.

They got out through here.

They caught on. We
gave 'em too much time.

They got out through there.

The birds flew the coop.

We gotta get these
guys, put 'em away.

Capone can't make
beer without brewmasters.

We gotta think of some way

of getting through those
steel doors on the first try.

All right, let's tear it apart.

I thought you
oughta know about it.

That Giannini we
let get out of town,

he got as far as Kansas
City. How do you know?

Because that's where they
found him lying in a ditch,

his head blown off by a shotgun.

From the first raid
on a Capone brewery,

both sides learned a lesson.

Frank Nitti ordered
the steel doors

guarding other
breweries to be reinforced.

Eliot Ness confiscated
from the mob

a powerful 5-ton truck.

To its radiator was welded

a thick steel shield.

And now that does it.

Will it hold?

Only one way to find
out is to give it a try.

It'll go through
steel, you know.

Welded on real good.

Now all we have to
do is locate a brewery.

In the first week of July,

Eliot Ness' special
squad began its attempt

to locate Capone
distilleries and breweries.

For days, members of the
squad cruised through Chicago,

following trucks
hauling sugar or cereal.

Days of running down leads,

piecing together information.

Observation from rented
rooms finally paid off

in the location of one of
Capone's biggest breweries

on the South Side of Chicago.

Hold it.

Blink the lights four times.

Down the same way you
came up. Go on, move.

Come on, get your hands up.
Against that platform, come on.

Back of your head there.

Back of your head.

Get your hands behind
your head. Hurry it up.

I know that guy from New York,

Frank Carter, a gunman.

I heard Capone
was bringing him in.

The one in the middle
is Capone's ace brewer.

This is gonna hurt the mob.

Are you going to
arrest me? Sure thing.

I want to talk to my wife.
After we've taken you in.

What good is to arrest me?

I am only doing a job
here. The only job I know.

Too bad the job's illegal.

All I know is to brew beer.

What have I got to do
with some stupid law

that says people
cannot drink beer?

I'm sorry, I didn't... Don't
waste your breath on him.

I'd like to see what
happens to you

when Al Capone gets out.

He'll be out, you'll be in.

Oh, sure.

I'll do time reading
your obituary.

Fuselli, get 'em in the cars.
All right, let's move out here.

Kane, find a phone,
call the marshal's office.

We need someone to drive
these trucks to our garage.

Flaherty, check the
office for records.

Get up.

I can still read.

On the night of
November 7th, 1929,

a meeting took place
in the office of Frank Nitti

above the Montmartre Café.

The reason for the meeting:

what to do to
stop the activities

of the special squad.

What to do about Eliot Ness.

We're gonna take
a vote right now

to see if we're willing
to take a chance

on killing this Eliot Ness.

Volpe?

Belcastro?

Mr. Ness, I'm George Ritchie.

I'd like to join your squad.

Sit down, Mr. Ritchie.

Martin, the records
are on the table.

Ritchie, you said you
want to join my squad.

Yes, sir. What
gave you that idea?

Well, I thought I
could be useful.

Have you ever been an
investigator? No, but I...

How'd you happen to come here?

Brandy, that's my wife,

well, she saw your picture
in the paper, Mr. Ness,

and she said to me,
"Now, there's a real man."

Say, maybe you've seen
my wife. Brandy LaFrance.

Well, she's in burlesque.

Look, Mr. Ness, I gotta do
something to impress her.

I gotta do something.

I'm sorry, I don't know
how I can use you.

This is what we
were talking about.

Suppose I could get
inside the Capone mob.

How could you get inside?

Brandy's uncle is
the mob's treasurer.

Jake Guzik? Her real
name is Barbara Guzik.

Well, if she asked her
uncle, he'd give me a job.

You see?

I see.

Why don't you try to get
him to give you an inside job?

That way, maybe
you're some use to us.

Oh, I'll be a real
undercover man, Mr. Ness.

Let us know what happens.

Goodbye, Mr. Ness.

And thanks. Thanks.

No, he... He can't be for real.

Brandy LaFrance. Ha-ha-ha!

Suppose his wife really
is Jake Guzik's niece.

Brandy LaFrance, the stripper?

Something for dessert, monsieur?

Cherries jubilee.

Oui, monsieur. Cherries jubilee.

Something's been on my mind.

I know.

For once, this has nothing
to do with Al Capone.

I bought something
today. It's for you.

I hope you'll accept it and me.

Betty?

You goof.

You didn't even ask me.

I'm asking you now.

Well, did you think for
a moment I'd refuse?

Oh, darling, I love you so much.

For always.

Well, come on. Put it on.

Excuse me, Mr. Ness.
I saw you and...

Listen, there's something
I have to tell you.

See me in my office tomorrow.

I think I better tell
you about it now.

Got to do with
Frank Nitti and you.

Excuse me, I'll go
put on a new face.

So they had a meeting last
night about rubbing you out.

Most of them were in favor.

But Frank said they'd
have to wait for word

from the big fellow
until he gets out.

How'd you find me?

By accident. I'm out with
my wife Brandy. Over there.

No, what hap...? Oh,
there she is, dancing.

That's her cousin,
Al Kenner, with us.

Is your wife related to
the whole Capone mob?

Ain't that the truth?

You can't be useful anymore,

not after Kenner's
seen you talking to me.

Oh, they know I know you.

The first thing Jake Guzik said
when I saw him today, he said,

"What were you doing
with them lousy feds?"

What'd you tell him?

I told him you gave me a job.

And then I said, "Now I
can work for the mob."

What would you do for the mob?

Well, as soon as
you got to trust me,

I could tell them in advance
what you were gonna do.

What does Al Kenner
think you're telling me now?

Just what I am telling you.

Now, tell me one thing,
who will you be working for?

For you, Mr. Ness.

Suppose Jake Guzik
asks the same question.

Well, I'd have to give
him the same answer.

But you can believe me.

For some crazy reason I do.

But I can use you.

We'll set it up this way.

You tell the mob that I bought
your story and hired you.

That you're ready to sell
them information about me.

That's what you'll
tell them. Yes, sir.

I'll see to it that
you know the things

I want them to know.

Understand? Mm-hm.

There's just one thing.

I don't want your murder
on my conscience.

Are you sure you don't
wanna do something else

to impress Brandy?

Like joining a trapeze act
or playing Russian roulette?

No, sir.

Okay.

I want you to start saving
some going-away money.

You're gonna put it in a bank,

and I'll check the
balance from time to time.

One of these days,
you might have to take

a quick long trip
for your health.

When do you wanna see me?

I'll let you know.

You know where to reach me?

I'll find that out.

Okay.

I'm sorry, honey.

We're still engaged, aren't we?

You bet.

Cherries jubilee.

Rum, brandy.

Maybe it's legal, prewar.

Pardon me.

I wish we had champagne too.

So do I. But it's my
business to see that we don't.

Mmm. What a business.

What is it? Eliot, what is it?

Something got left on our table.

Something got left on our ta...?

Hey. Hey, we're
gonna be married soon.

The dumdum, a soft-nosed bullet,

designed to tear
a hole in the victim,

the favorite weapon
of the Capone gang.

It wasn't often that the Capone
mob gave anyone such a warning.

Even less often was
such a warning ignored.

Following the threat
against Eliot Ness,

it was decided to
make an attempt,

no matter how dangerous,

to anticipate future
moves of the Capone mob.

The only way to
do this was to try

to tap the telephone
of Frank Nitti,

running the gang
during Capone's term

in a Philadelphia jail.

So disguised as
trash collectors,

Rossman and Kopka
inspect the alley...

behind Nitti's office.

Tapping Nitti's phone is gonna
be the toughest job I ever had.

The terminal box is
on a pole in the alley.

The hoods are up and
down the alley all the time,

so I gotta work fast.

Trouble is, that
kind of terminal box

has about 150 connections.

You gotta have someone on the
phone whose voice you recognize,

otherwise you don't know
which terminals to bridge.

Would you recognize
Nitti's voice?

Well, I'm not sure.

It'll have to be someone
you know real well.

Someone will have
to get into Nitti's office

and use his phone.

Hm. That's all? That isn't all.

He'll have to use it at an
exact specified time at night.

I can't sit up on that pole for
more than a couple minutes.

If they spot me up
there, I'm a goner.

Maybe we can get an entrance
card for the Montmartre.

Yeah, but Nitti's
office is above the club.

And he hasn't invited
us to use his phone.

The main problem
is getting to the office.

The first step is to
get inside the club.

Nitti knows me, Fuselli, Kane.

So?

I don't mind playing
in Capone's backyard.

Who's gonna lend me a
nickel so I can use the phone?

I want you to get a guest
card from the Montmartre.

The Montmartre? Can you do it?

Well, I guess I
can. Who's it for?

Frank Morris.

Morris? From out
of town, Cleveland.

Who's he? Me.

Oh. Oh, sure, sure.

You'll take Frank
to the Montmartre.

Can you get your
wife to go along?

Brandy? Oh, yeah,
she loves to go out.

You'll tell Brandy the same
thing you tell everyone else.

You know Frank, you
know he's a right Joe.

Oh, I'll handle it.
What's it all about?

You only have to
know one thing, George.

If you tip off the mob...
I wouldn't do that.

You'd better not. Because
if anything happens to me,

it'll happen to you too.

I'm on the level with you.

Strictly on the level, I swear.

This is real
undercover stuff, huh?

Huh?

Play Brandy's song, will you?

Yes, sir.

Do they have burlecue
in Cleveland, Mr. Morris?

Sure. What's a town
without it, I always say.

That's what I always say.

Looks like we got
something in common.

Yeah, we do.

We sure do.

That's some song, huh?

Hey, how do you like
my friend from Cleveland?

Oh, I like your friend
from Cleveland.

Oh, he's a swell guy.

How do you like Brandy?

She's a dish. You ain't kidding.

You ought to see
her at the burlesque.

That's an idea.
Go in the afternoon,

you get seats down front.

Come backstage after the show.

I think I will come backstage.

Who's that coming
down the stairs?

That's Tony Liguri.
He runs the place.

How well do you know him?

Oh, pretty good,
pretty good. Why?

Think you can get
him to come over here?

Oh, well, I'm not too
sure. I don't know...

Just tell Tony
hello from me, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

What, uh, business
are you in, Mr. Morris?

I mean, Frankie.

Georgie didn't say.

Georgie doesn't know.

I'll bet it's something.

Yeah, something.

You know who you ought
to meet? My Uncle Jake.

Does Uncle Jake do something?

Does he?

He's running the
whole organization

until Snorky gets back.

Snorky?

Al Capone, that's what
they call him. Snorky. Heh.

Sounds cute.

Oh, he's not my type.

My type is more like
someone from Cleveland.

We grow 'em cute in Cleveland.

You're growing on
me already, Frankie.

What do you say, why
don't we ditch little Ritchie

and get out of here, huh?

It's an idea.

Let's have another drink.

We'll take it out from here.

Hello, Brandy. Tony,
this is Frank Morris

from Cleveland.
Frank, this is Tony.

How do you do? How are you?

From Cleveland, huh? You
know Eddie Santis from Cleveland?

Yeah, I knew him before the
feds knocked him down to Atlanta.

You here on business?

No, just looking for fun.

Fun you can have, if
you know the right people.

I'm beginning to meet 'em.

Sit down. I'll buy you a drink.

Your money's no good
here. I'll buy the drinks.

Charlie.

How'd it go?

Me and Tony Liguri.

Quizzed me about a
mobster called Eddie Santis

and I knew him. I put him away.

Did he ask you anything else?

He gave me all the
answers I needed.

We got along fine, Tony and me.

You think he'll let you in
Nitti's room to make a call?

He just did. I wanted
to make sure he would.

How 'bout tomorrow
night? What time?

Two a.m.

Fine.

But in case someone's
breathing down my neck,

I better be talking to a girl.

Here, call this number.

Who's that?

My fiancée. She's
expecting your call.

Okay.

Oh, about that Brandy LaFrance,

she wouldn't be
too tough to swallow.

Frankie, once more, why
didn't you come to the theater?

I told you, Brandy, I got busy.

Well, anyone who's
too busy to come to the...

What kind of a guy are you?

Don't tell me you're
worried about Georgie?

I wanna go home, Brandy.

Yeah, "I wanna go home"?

I don't want you calling me
Brandy. My name's Barbara.

I'm sorry, Barbara.
Now, just one more time.

Why didn't you
come to the theater?

I got busy.

Would you excuse
me for five minutes?

Where are you going, Frankie?

What are looking at, you sap?

Superior 2098.

Oh, hi, baby. This
is Frank Morris.

Oh, hello, Frank.

Uh, I've been
meaning to call you

ever since I got to
Chi, but I've been busy.

You know how it is.

Yes, sir, that's
perfectly all right.

I'll be over to see you
the first chance I get.

You dirty double-crossing
ape, you coming up here

to call about your
date. Hello, baby?

Listen to me.

I'm having a little
trouble here, sweetheart.

Nothing like the trouble
you're gonna have

if you don't stop
playing me for a sucker.

I'm still here with
you, sweetheart.

Still with who?

You in the right...

I hate to bother you at home...

Hello, hello, hello?

Baby, this is hard to believe,
but there's someone here.

You betcha there's someone here.

I'm still with you, baby.

Who are you talking to,
you stinking little rat, you?!

Don't hang up, baby.

Oh, come on, Frankie.

What she got that's any
better than little Brandy?

Baby, I'm still with you.

That's what you think!

You know, the faucet
is not working. The sh...

Come on, I'm sorry...

How's your sister,
baby? Is she still working?

I got news for her from
a friend in Cleveland.

I'll fix your wing
and then her sister,

and you, you fraud,
whoever you are...

Hey, what's going on here?
I'm making this call, then...

You're not making
a... Come on, cut it out!

Will you stay
out of this, Tony?!

Hey, you're asking for it.

Go on. Get out of here.

Go on, get out!
I'm going! I'm going!

Who needs you?

I happen to have a
very nice husband.

I'm still with you, baby.

Hey, let me talk. I'll fix it.

Hello, honey?

Frank's been telling
me all about you, baby.

I want your duty
tonight. Are you...?

You cheap bum! What
are you doing out here?

What do you think we're doing?
We're just having a smoke.

I ought to smack
you all over the place!

Come on and start
something, loudmouth.

Why don't you come
down to the club, huh?

Oh, well, baby doll,
it's, uh... It's so late.

It's early. I'll send a car to
get you. Where do you live?

Leave him alone, Joe.

Come on, you guys, let's
have a drink and forget it.

I want to explain to you...

I'm dying to meet you, honey.

Can I talk to Frank again?

She wants to talk to you.

Hi, baby.

This is a swell guy
I want you to meet.

He's an important man.

Well, how 'bout tomorrow night?

Like I said, this
is one swell guy.

And I know you gonna like him.

What do you mean
you're leaving town?

Well, I'll be back in a
couple of weeks, okay?

This guy won't keep
for a couple of weeks.

He's murder with the dames.

I'm not making up to any broad.

Not even for a pal.

Ah, forget it. You
want a cigarette?

No.

Listen, Frank,

I got a couple of
fresh ones downstairs.

Come on, let's set 'em up.

Then after nine days,

the tap on Frank
Nitti's phone paid off.

Here's a good one.

They're opening a new brewery
on South Wabash tonight.

Get there for the opening.

In the following weeks,
using information gathered

through the tap
of Nitti's phone,

Eliot Ness' special squad
located and wrecked

four more Capone breweries.

Eliot Ness and his squad
were succeeding in their job

of choking off the
most important source

of all Capone revenues.

But time was beginning
to work against Eliot Ness.

Time that had been measured
in days, weeks and months

by a man a thousand miles away.

Finally, on March 19th, 1930,

having served 10 months
in a Philadelphia jail

for carrying a gun,

Al Capone returned to Chicago

and a very critical situation.

♪ For he's A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪

Drinks on the
house for everybody!

Capone went first
to headquarters

for the organization in
the Café Montmartre,

where offices were
maintained on the second floor.

Here, Capone
presided over a meeting

of the heads of
his organization.

I got some bad news, Al.

We had some
breweries knocked over.

Eight to be exact.

Three on the South Side,

including two new ones we
set up while you were away.

One in the Heights,
two on the North Side,

one of 'em we took
over from Lorenz,

a big one out on Diversey,

and another new one we,
uh, set up on the county line.

What did that add up to?

We lost 3850 barrels a day.

But we're setting up a big new
one out near the stockyards,

big enough to replace the loss.

How 'bout the equipment?
How much have we lost there?

I'm counting that
loss at $3.5 million.

What about our protection?

Well, Frank can
tell you about that.

You tell me.

Our operating loss
is gonna make us

have to cut down
on the local graft.

But we ought to be able to
keep them looking the other way.

It's these other guys, Al.

What other guys?

The feds have gotten
up this special squad.

You tell me. Well,
it's a special squad,

like Jake says.

From all over the country,
just to knock over our stuff.

How big is that squad?

Well... How big?

Seven or eight guys.

Seven, eight guys.

But, Al... Seven or eight guys.

Punks!

You two-bit punks.

You lousy, stupid,
yellow, stinking punks!

I'm away for... I'm
away for ten months.

Ten months, and we got
a problem with this, um...?

Ness. Ness, Ness, Ness.

Well, I've had
plenty of problems,

and I took care of them.

So now I'm back.

And I'll take care of Ness.

Al Capone.

Took care of O'Banion.

And Weiss.

And Drucci.

And Genna.

And all the rest!

And that's what's
gonna happen to Ness.

Hm.

Just seven, eight guys.

While the mob heads met,
Eliot Ness and his squad

gave Capone their own
welcome to Chicago.

These men, specially
selected from thousands

in the Prohibition Bureau,

were preparing to raid and wreck

still another Capone brewery.

The effect of this
raid would soon be felt

by the mob and by Eliot Ness.

I'm Ed Marriatt.

I've come to do a favor
for some people in my ward.

You too, Mr. Ness.

What's the favor?

You've, uh, never met
Al Capone, have you?

Not face to face.

Well, he's, uh...

He's got his poise,
the big fella has.

Yes, sir, he's got his poise.

And after all, you get
right down to brass tacks,

what's he doing
that's really wrong?

Peddling some booze and beer?

Now, can you sit there,
Mr. Ness, and honestly say

that you haven't had a
drink since the Prohibition?

Stick to Capone.

Well, for one thing,
he's generous,

if you know what I mean.

Christmastime,

you got any idea how
many families he feeds?

Ten thousand
families of the poor

wouldn't have any Christmas
at all if it wasn't for Al.

I never thought of it that way.

A hundred bucks to waiters
'cause they're working men.

Twenty five bucks
to hatcheck girls.

Al likes to help people.

You play it square
with the big fellow,

he takes care of you.

You think he might wanna
take care of me another way?

Oh, I think he might.

Let's stop horsing
around. How much?

Two grand. Two grand a week.

Starting when?

Now.

Show.

Two grand.

This louse just tried to
give us 2 grand a week.

He's an alderman. An
alderman of the city of Chicago.

You scum. You're
the worst scum of all.

You make the Capones possible
by selling them your office.

Well, scum, I'm gonna
pin a bribery rap on you.

I'm gonna pin it to
your stinking skin.

What are you gonna
use for evidence, huh?

That look like a bribe, huh?

All right. All right, let's
go. Come on, alderman.

I should have slugged him.

He'd hang an
assault charge on you

that'd keep you busy for
weeks defending yourself.

You ain't the only one.

We was driving along,
a car comes alongside,

and a guy in a gray hat
throws this in the back seat.

We thought it was
a Capone pineapple.

Turns out to be cabbage.

It's a lot of green.

Makes you sweat
to see all that dough.

Kind of sticks to your fingers.

I see it sticking, Joe.

It'll peel off.

Sure wish I could get
that kind of dough legit.

So do I, but I don't
see it happening.

Who are you going to call?

The newspapers.

This was thrown
into one of our cars

by some of Capone's mobsters.

It's a bribe.

It's a bribe that's going to the
United States Marshal's office,

and they won't buy
anything from us.

Capone has threatened
us and he's tried to bribe us,

as he has most of the
people of this city and county.

Like most of them,
we're a little tempted

and a little afraid.

We're not gonna
give in to Capone.

Not to his threats,
not to his bribes.

We're not gonna be
swerved from our duty.

We want every citizen to help
us by giving us information,

by lending us support.

We want everyone to
know, especially Al Capone...

we can't be bought off,
we won't be killed off.

"Today, Eliot Ness and his
men have flung a challenge

"in the face of Al Capone.

"They have proved
to Capone and his mob

"that they are untouchable.

A few more untouchables
like them and Chicago can be..."

What's taking so long?

He's gonna find the right wires.

You stupid idiot!

How could you let
them tap your phone?

You know what this
is gonna cost me?

I ought to bleed it out
of you, drop by drop.

A, B, C, D... Stupido.

E, F, G, H, I, J,
K, L... Stupido.

M, N, O, P, Q...

V, W, X, Y, Z.

A, B, C, D...

I don't get this. He's
going through the alphabet.

H, I, J, K, L, M,
N, O, P, Q, R, S...

They're breaking our wiretap.

H, I, J, K, L, M...

P, Q... Hey.

R, S... T... He got it.

Well...

They got it.

Without the tap of the
Capone outfit's private phone,

Eliot Ness had now
only one possible source

of inside information
about Capone's activities.

Mister, how are
you? How are you?

Say, does Mr. Ness
know I'm out here?

Yeah, he knows you're
here. That's wonderful.

Thank you, mister.

Hi, Mr. Rossman.
How are you? Hello.

Nice to see you.

Hi.

Uh...

You know his wife Brandy?
She's sporting a rock that big.

Must be worth a couple
of thousand bucks.

And Ritchie, all you
gotta do is look at him.

He has a new car,
an Auburn, very flashy.

Has it parked around the corner.

All right, let's set it up.

Okay.

Come on in, George.

Hi, mister.

Well, hello, Mr. Ness.

Hi, how are you?

Sit down, George.

That's a nice-looking suit
you're wearing, George.

Oh, this? Yeah, new, huh?

Well, yeah. How'd you
get down here, George?

I come by the L.

What about the
car you got parked?

Where'd you get the money?
Where'd you get the money?

I made some money
on the stock market.

The bottom's dropped
out of the stock market.

What's the name of your broker?

Hey, what...?

He's a friend of
Brandy's uncle, that's all.

Jake Guzik's
investing for you, huh?

Oh, no, not exactly that.

You're playing ball
with the mob, Georgie.

Double-crossing us, huh?
I haven't done anything...

You sold us out.
What'd you give them?

Look, all I did was...
All you did was what?!

All I did was just
promise. Promise what?

I'd just find out what you were
gonna do and let them know.

But I wasn't gonna do it.

Why don't you cut it out?

No, honest, I wasn't.

The mob never
pays before delivery.

What'd you deliver? What was it?

All right. Just some names
and addresses, that's all.

Whose? It was just yours...

Come on. Come one!
There were just some others.

And what else?

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing else.

I didn't do nothing. I ju...

What else? Nothing.

What else?! All right, I just...

I just drew a plan of
the office, that's all.

What else? What
else? That's all.

That's all, nothing else.

What else?! I
swear, nothing else.

I just promised whatever
they asked, that's all.

I just promised. I
promised. I just promised.

George, listen.

Now you're gonna
do something for me.

Oh, Mr. Ness, I'm on your side.

I heard rumors the
mob has a brewery.

A real big one, the biggest. No.

Come on, George, you
must have heard about it.

No, nothing definite.

Where's the brewery, George?

Where's the
brewery? I don't know.

What do you mean?! Where is it?

- Look, I don't know.
- George!

Suppose we let the mob know

how we managed
to tap their phone.

Suppose we let them know

how you got our man
into the Montmartre.

You wouldn't do that, Mr. Ness.

Why can't we? They'd
kill me in a minute.

They'll let me have it. We know.

Look, give me another chance.

I'll be on the level
with you in the future.

Too late, George. Too late.

Where's the big brewery?!

I don't know. I don't...

All right, let's just say
they got one. They got one.

They're getting half
their beer from it.

But I don't know
exactly where it is.

I just don't know.
All I know is that...

Okay. It's somewhere
near the stockyards.

Now, that's what I know.

Now, you gotta
believe me about that.

Look, I swear.

Please believe me.

Look, I swear.

George.

George, you're gonna
do one more thing,

then you're through.

And we'll take you
away someplace safe.

You're gonna find out
where that brewery is.

How am I gonna
do that, Mr. Ness?

From Uncle Jake.

Two nights later,

George Ritchie
and his wife Brandy

had dinner with Brandy's
uncle, Jake Guzik.

Ritchie tried to get
information from Guzik

about the location of
the key Capone brewery.

I hear he got a big setup
the feds will never find.

I hear it's real
covered up, huh?

You heard? Yeah.

Where is it, anyway?

You can tell me.

I mean, you don't have to
keep any secrets from me.

Georgie, eat your soup.

Yeah, Georgie, eat your soup.

Yes, Brandy.

Much later that same night,

George Ritchie
waited in the wings

of a State Street
burlesque theater

for Brandy, his
wife, to finish her act.

♪ Like Jack Horner in a corner ♪

♪ Don't go nowhere ♪

♪ What do I care? ♪

♪ Your kiss is all
worth Waiting for ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ I don't stay out late... ♪

Hello, Georgie.

We got something
to discuss with you.

Yeah? Well, can we wait
till Brandy gets through?

I try never to miss her act.

Well, you'll wanna
miss it tonight, Georgie.

Snorky wants to see you.

He got something real important
he wants you to do for him.

Al Capone? He wants to see me?

He's got something
important for me...?

Real important, Georgie.

He's gonna make a
big man out of you.

No kidding?

Gee, I hate to
miss Brandy's finish.

Snorky, that's important.
That's something, huh?

Good. Come on, Georgie.

Hey, wait a minute.

She'll finish in a
couple of minutes...

But Snorky is waiting for you.

Come on, let's go.

Three miles from the theater,

Betty Anderson had just
received a late telephone call

from her fiancé, Eliot Ness.

They made arrangements to
have lunch the following day.

In a happy frame of mind,

Betty Anderson was
ready to go to sleep.

Who is it?

Wire for Betty Anderson.

What?

Wire for Betty Anderson.

Don't scream.

This guy Ness has
got something here.

He's keeping it all to himself.

Oh, God.

Operator.

Superiors 7599.

Hello?

Eliot.

Eliot, come right away,
please. Get over here right away.

I'll be right there.

Betty. Betty, honey.

They'll never get
at you, I swear.

Eliot, what are they?

I know what they do.

I know the things they
do, but I can't understand,

what are they?

They're warped, sadistic,
rotten little cowards.

Well, how do we
let them get away?

Behind crooked cops
and corrupt politicians.

They hide behind their guns.

Now we're making them come out.

They're afraid. That's why
they have to try to frighten us,

like breaking into your room.

Hello.

Yes, this is Betty Anderson.

What?

What did you say?

I said, baby, I've been
thinking about you.

You looked pretty good.

Maybe I'm coming back
with some of the boys.

Betty, what is it?
Tell me what is it?

He said they're coming back.

He said they're
coming here again, Eliot.

Please, don't let them
come back, please.

Baby, we got disconnected.

I'm trying to make a connection.

You stinking little rat.

I'm gonna get you and
tear you limb from limb.

You lousy, little yellow rat.

Oh, that you, Ness?

We got plans for you too, Ness.

The boys are gonna
have a real party.

You told him enough.

They'll never get
at you, I promise.

This I promise you.

We're getting married
now. We're not waiting.

You mean tonight?

We'll cross the line to Indiana,

get a justice of the peace.

Is...? Is this because
of the phone call?

There's a lot of things,

because of the
phone call included.

I'm not sure what's gonna
happen from now on,

and I don't wanna wait, do you?

Oh. No, I wanna be with you.

Better get ready, honey.

By the authority vested in
me by the state of Indiana,

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

Good wishes, my dear.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Joe.

I know you're both
gonna be very happy.

Thanks, Joe. We will be.

God bless you.

Miss LaFrance,

you know who it was who
killed your husband, don't you?

No. No, I don't know.

I don't know why anyone
would wanna kill Georgie.

He was a real nice guy.

We think the Capone mob did it.

Don't you wanna help us?

No. Uncle Jake
wouldn't let them kill him.

He wouldn't do
a thing like that.

Are you sure that the
last time you saw him

was back in the wings?

He was watching me do my number.

He was always watching
me do my number.

That's my cue.

The last time I danced, he...

was standing right
there in the wing.

Why would anyone
wanna kill poor Georgie?

He was... He was
such a nice little guy.

If George Ritchie's
tip was right,

Capone's big one is
somewhere in here.

We'll have to check out every
building above and below ground.

See if someone,
resident merchant,

anyone, can give us a lead.

Fat chance. We'll
take that chance.

Joe, you know
people in that district.

I know a few. Let's get
something from them.

I'm on my way.

Hansen, you and Youngfellow
start covering all garages.

Kane and Flaherty will cover
stores and food suppliers.

Kopka and Rossman,

start checking all
residents near speakeasies.

We gotta get a breakthrough
somewhere and fast.

Maybe there is this brewery.

But I don't know
nothing about it.

Who gonna tell
me? Stop that, Picco.

You remember the old days?

You and my old man,
you were very good friends.

You remember?

Yeah, I remember.

You were always very
nice to me, Joe. But I...

I just thought maybe you
heard something, that's all.

When I work, I'm
deaf. I don't wanna see,

I don't wanna hear,
I don't wanna know.

Can't you just
hear this one thing?

Do me a favor.

Well, this a favor I
wouldn't do, even if I could.

You ought to know that, Joe.

Okay.

Stay, have a glass of red, Joe.

I can't, I'm working.

You ain't sore at me? No.

I don't know nothing.

This is honest truth.

You're the only
guy nice to him, Joe.

He likes you.

He don't take to
people, but he likes you.

Dogs got a good
instinct, Joe. They know.

Hey, why don't you come
out to the house next week?

Have dinner.

That's nice.

I'll bring you a bottle of red.

The real stuff from other side.

You bring that bottle, I'll
break it over your head.

Can't you get it
through your thick skull

I'm working for the government?

Yeah.

I-I'll bring it, Joe.

Never mind that. Here.

Take this in.

The Mafia ritual known
as the kiss of death.

The man being
ceremonially kissed

by the others in this room

had been chosen
to commit a murder.

You're home, boss. Hm?

Why don't you and the bride

go away for a couple
of days and relax?

Get everything off your mind.

I will when this is over.

If we can knock
over this big brewery,

it might be over
sooner than you think.

We gotta locate
it first. We will.

Joe, three guys
like you are an army.

Three guys? Two guys.

You wanna come up for a minute?

No, no, you give
my best to your bride.

What time will I pick you up?

Eight-thirty. You got it.

Watch it!

Eliot!

Oh, Eliot.

While Joe Fuselli was
dying on a Chicago street,

Al Capone was dining,
visible to scores of people

in a Chicago nightclub.

Frank.

Hey, dancer. Dancer.

Hey, kid, you're good,
you're gonna go places.

Here. This will help
you on your way.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Capone.
Thanks a million.

What's your name? Dolly.

In nomine Patris, et
Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Joe was my friend.

He never laugh at me.

Never pushed me around.

What did you see, Picco?

I ain't gonna let them get
away with the killing of Joe.

If I would have known
they were gonna kill Joe,

I'd have grabbed that knife
and then ripped him myself.

Who were they?

Wasn't it,

Frank Nitti, and
Volpe and D'Andrea.

And the big fellow was there.

Capone?

What did they do?

You know what that is?

Kiss of death.

Which one did they kiss?

Jimmy Napoli was the one.

Nitti, Volpe and D'Andrea,

they sent Jimmy Napoli.

Who's Jimmy Napoli?

From Brooklyn. "The Torpedo."

I lied to Joe.

The last thing I said
to him alive, a lie.

He asked me where
Capone's big brewery is.

I lied, "I didn't know."

But I just know where it is.

I gonna tell you too.

Thanks.

Picco, we're gonna take you
somewhere where you'll be safe.

Come on. We'll take
good care of you, Picco.

What's going to be with my dog?

Who's going to
take care of my dog?

Here. Take your dog, Picco.

Thanks.

Joe Fuselli.

Who?!

Say, who are you guys anyway?

Federal men.

Where were you all night?

You run my life?

Hasn't been slept in.

Come on, Napoli.

What's the rap? Come on.

Wait a minute, I
gotta get dressed.

Just put your coat on.

Listen, you got nothing on me.

I was playing poker with six
other guys until an hour ago.

How would you like a dumdum

right in the face,
like Joe Fuselli?

I was playing with my
friends until an hour ago,

I'm telling you.

They'll back me up.
You can't touch me.

Come on.

Say. Who is this Joe Fuselli?

Never mention that name again.

To safeguard the only witness

who could definitely
link Al Capone

with the murder of Joe Fuselli,

Ness made arrangements

to keep Angelo Picco under guard

in a cell in Chicago City Jail.

We don't wanna lock you
up, but this is the best place.

Later, we'll take
you out of town.

Please, don't keep me too long.

Just until you testify
against Napoli and Capone.

Not too long.

I'll be close by, Picco.

In nomine Patris, et
Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Within two hours of the
arrest of Jimmy Napoli,

Al Capone forestalled
his own arrest

by appearing at the office

of Deputy Police
Commissioner Hallowell.

With him was the
mob's attorneys.

Well, commissioner.

I heard you was looking for me.

That's right, Al.

We have a few things to ask you.

That's why I'm here.

Before you ask any questions,

it's understood that Mr. Capone
is here of his own free will.

Just what is the
charge in connection

with which you wish to
question Mr. Capone?

About the murder
of a federal agent.

When did this alleged
homicide occur?

At 1:15 this morning.

At that hour, Mr. Capone
was dining at the 318 Club.

How do you know?

We can produce a
number of reliable witnesses

to attest to that.

I'll bet you can.

We have a witness too.

You didn't kiss Jimmy
Napoli for fun, did you, Al?

Who...? Who is
this Jimmy Napoli?

Give me the city jail.

Once again, a man who
could have testified for the state

had been silenced.

There could now
be no way of proving

that Capone had
hired Jimmy Napoli

to commit murder.

Take it easy.

Make a statement, Al.

Take it easy, fellas. Relax.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everything that
happened in Chicago,

they say Al Capone did.

They try to make me the goat.

Now, you fellas
know that all I ever did

was to sell it to
the best of people.

Maybe that includes
some of you boys, huh?

How about another statement, Al?

Hey, you want
some more pictures?

How about...?

This is gonna be the big one.

I'll need about a
dozen more men.

The best you can get for us.

I don't want them to know
what they're going out on.

I want them to meet us at the
warehouse at midnight sharp.

I'll lay it out for them
then, but not until then.

I don't wanna take
any chances on a tip-off.

All they have to know

is to meet us at the
warehouse at midnight sharp.

At midnight, a rendezvous
was made with other agents

in the warehouse
used by Ness' squad.

The men were briefed
on their assignments.

Just to help you find the way,

I'm putting one of my own
men in each of the cars.

They'll be in charge
after we get inside.

You don't know the
layout, but you'll be able

to size things up fast.

If there's any
resistance, let 'em have it.

Any questions?

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.
Come on, everybody.

Get your hands up.
Come on. Pull him out.

Get your hands above your head.

Get your hands
up there. Come on.

Let's go. Get your hands up.

Get your hands above your head.

Kane!

WOMAN: Number, please.

Galleon at 6098.

Hotel Lexington.

Put me through
to Capone's rooms.

Just a moment, sir.

Yeah?

Let me talk to Capone.

Who's calling?

Just tell him Eliot Ness.

Mario.

Al. Telephone, Al.

It's Eliot Ness.

This is Al Capone.

I just knocked over your new
brewery down at the stockyards.

What?!

Look out your window

at exactly 11:00
tomorrow morning.

What is this?!

Take a look

and see what we
got for you, Snorky.

What are you talking about?

You talk it straight,

or I'll jam this phone
down your throat!

What are you gonna do?

I'll make sure Al Capone
never forgets Joe Fuselli.

Anything?

Not a thing.

It's some bluff, Al.

That's all it is. A guy
shooting off his mouth.

Well? That's all, Al.

What about the brewery?

Maybe we gotta
set up out of town.

Where?

Well... Where?

Maybe we can go over the line.

Over what line? Into Wisconsin.

Wisconsin?

Yeah, Wisconsin may be okay.

Okay? You talk, but
they're closing me down.

Al.

Look at that. Look.

At exactly 11:00,

the funeral procession
of Joe Fuselli

passed under the windows
of Al Capone's suite

in the Lexington Hotel.

It's just one more funeral.

They're our beer trucks.

Following the hearse
was truck after truck

confiscated by Eliot Ness
and his squad in their raids

on the Capone breweries.

These trucks, which might have
been delivering Capone beer,

were instead delivering
a message of defiance

to Al Capone.

With Capone's power to
frighten and corrupt diminishing,

people began to
give information.

With the assistance
of Eliot Ness,

U.S. Treasury agents
started to put together

the mosaic of an
income-tax-evasion case

against Al Capone.

Eliot, we've got Al
Capone. Are you sure?

We've been working on
this for the last two weeks.

He's gonna plead guilty.

Why isn't he fighting?

My office is entering a
recommendation for leniency.

You're kidding.

The arrangement's
been worked out

with the approval of
the attorney general.

Leniency for Capone?

Our Al Capone?

Is that what we've been
knocking ourselves out for?

To let Al Capone off?

Look, Eliot...

Is that why Joe Fuselli
got killed? For what?

Advertise a man can
get away with murder?

Well, how do you
think I feel about this?

I came here to put
Capone away for good,

but this is all we've got.
It's the best we can do.

The records, the data.

Not enough to make
sure of conviction.

If we try Capone and
we don't convict him,

we can't try him again.

It's too great a risk.

We put him away for a while,

then maybe we can finish
the job of wrecking him.

We've got to take
what we can get, Eliot.

Just what do we get?

Two years.

Two years.

Well, that's the best
we could bargain for.

I feel sick about it, Eliot.

Two years for Capone.
After all this, two years.

What a joke.

What a lousy, lousy joke.

Finally, on July 30th, 1931,

Al Capone entered
a plea of guilty

to income-tax-evasion charges
in the Federal District Court

presided over by Judge
James H. Wilkerson.

Will the two counsels
approach the bench, please?

A plea of guilty is a
full admission of guilt.

If the defendant
asks for leniency

by throwing himself on
the mercy of this court,

he must be prepared to
answer all proper questions

put to him by the court.

If the defendant expects
leniency of this court,

he must take the witness stand

and testify on what
grounds he expects leniency.

The Federal District Attorney

said that if a plea
of guilty was entered,

he would make a commitment

about the length
of the sentence.

I will decide the
length of sentence.

No prior agreement
binds this court.

We'll stand trial.

The defendant withdraws
his plea of guilty.

He will stand trial on charges.

The defendant will
approach the bench, please.

After a trial lasting
three months,

Al Capone was convicted.

On November 24th, 1931,

Judge James H. Wilkerson
pronounced sentence.

It is the decision of this court

that the defendant,
Alphonse Capone,

shall pay a fine of $56,000.

And that he shall serve a term

of 11 years in the
federal penitentiaries.

He is forthwith remanded

to the custody of the
United States Marshal.

Stand back.

After exhausting
every legal delay,

on May 5th, 1932,

Al Capone was taken from Chicago

to start serving his sentence.

Between Eliot
Ness and Al Capone,

no word had ever been exchanged,

except for the brief
telephone conversation

preceding the
funeral of Joe Fuselli.

Ironically enough,
absorbed with the thought

of the long years
in prison before him,

Al Capone did not recognize
the man staring at him.

Ness was occupied
with the thought

of the long years
of struggle ahead

to destroy the remnants
of the Capone organization.

And so Al Capone
disappeared from view

to be replaced by
other racketeers,

more subtle, even
more destructive.

Against this new
breed of racketeer,

who are managing to steal,
extort, divert and pervert

almost 10 percent of the income

of the people of
the United States,

Eliot Ness fought
until his death in 1957.

Al Capone is dead.

Eliot Ness is dead.

But the struggle between
the Capones and the Nesses,

witnessed by a public

that remains
dangerously indifferent,

goes on and on.