All language subtitles for ELIOT NESS NESALOMLJIVI - S04E07 (The Eddie OGara Story)_000 – kopija

(theme music plays)

(train chugging)

Hey, we should have been
in the Olympics.

Couple of Charley Paddocks.

(laughing):
Yeah.

Billy, we should have waited
for the next one.

Where was it going?

I don't know.

Bring the paper?

No, I must have dropped it,
running.

I wasn't through with it.

You read too slow, Francis X.

Y-You move your lips.

By the way, Billy,
where is Clark Street?

Right smack
in the middle of Chicago.

They get the whole gang?

No, the paper said seven.

The South Side boys just
lined 'em up against the wall,

and on Valentine's Day, too.

Some valentine.

All the top North Side hoods.

MAN:
All of 'em?

What were their names?

Come on, come on, I got to know.

FRANCIS:
You carry a gun, mister?

If you do,
you ain't welcome here.

I carry a razor
and a change of socks.

Which one of you read the paper?

Me.

Moran-- what about George Moran?

You mean Bugs?

Yeah, yeah, Bugs.

Oh, free as a bird.

All of his top boys
ambushed in a garage,

and he didn't even show up.

They think he's alive,
though, dug in somewhere.

Hey, now, look, uh,
where are we?

I've been sleeping.

Just outside Milwaukee.

We ought to be in the yards
in an hour.

That's too bad-- I got to go
the other way to Chicago.

Missed Moran, huh?

Yeah, well, I'll find him.

Won't get away from me.

(train whistle blows)

ANNOUNCER:

Starring Robert Stack.

Co-starring Sean McClory,

Robert J. Wilke.

With special guest star
Michael Connors.

And narrated
by Walter Winchell.

WALTER WINCHELL:
2:00 a.m., Chicago Loop.

Federal agents Eliot Ness
and Lee Hobson were summoned

to a two-dollar-a-night hotel.

Who's there?

What made you think
this is Bugs Moran?

MAN:
Well, look at him.

Who are you?

Federal officers.

Well, I'm a salesman--
H.M. Woodruff from Sauk City.

Uh, what are you doing?

What's this all about anyway?

We're after a man
named Bugs Moran.

You happen to resemble him.

Bugs Moran?

Well, say, now,
that's interesting.

Go back to bed, Mr. Woodruff.

Sorry to bother you.

Sorry I gave you a bum steer,
Mr. Ness.

It's the best we've had
in the last four days.

Can't go barging into hotel
rooms all over town, Eliot.

Lucky stiff.

Is it worth it, Eliot?

I don't know.

There was something working
for us before--

two gangs against each other.

Now there's one.

Moran is somewhere.

We're not the only ones
after him, Lee.

The Syndicate wants to hit him
and hit him hard.

(sighs)

If we get to him first,
maybe he'll talk.

Might be just scared enough
or mad enough

to give us what we need.

Lee?

Hey, Vince.

How are you?

What are you doing here?

Vince, is that the way
to talk to your brother?

I came home.

Any objections?

Who's chasing you this time, Ed?

What makes you think
anybody ever chased me, Vince?

You caused us
enough trouble already.

Now, beat it, Ed.

Oh, now, what would the ma say

if she heard you talking
like that, Vince?

All right, you go down
and say hello to Ma,

but when I get back from work,
don't be here

because, if you are,
I'll break your neck.

Sure, Vince,
sure, anything you say.

(water running)

(whistling)

Eddie?

Eddie, my son.

-Hello, Ma.
-Oh.

Where have you been
all this time?

Three years and never a word.

Well, I thought
something terrible had happened.

Some awful men were here
asking after you, Eddie.

Oh, I thought you were dead.

I prayed for your soul
because I thought you were dead.

Hey, it's okay, Ma,
I'm all right.

I'm here, ain't I?

Look, see, flesh and blood,
Eddie O'Gara himself.

But you're thin, Eddie.

No one's been taking care of you
the way your ma always did.

Well, I've had
some tough times, Ma.

I can tell by the looks of you.

I'll bet you've not had
your breakfast.

Come on, sit down, son, come on,

and I'll fix you some nice eggs
and a bit of ham.

(chuckles)
Thanks, Ma.

Ah, I see, uh,
Vince is still working

for the streetcar company.

Oh, he's a fine, steady man.

They think a lot of him
down at the carbarns.

Why, he could get you
your job back, Eddie.

On the streetcars?

(chuckles)
Now, wouldn't I look fine

in one of the monkey uniforms
with the brass buttons?

It would be
an improvement, Eddie.

Ah, I tried that once, Ma,
and once is enough.

I'm more the executive type.

Do you have any plans?

Oh, I got a few irons
in the fire,

uh, some good opportunities
for advancement, you know.

You were always
the ambitious one.

Mmm, and you're gonna be
proud of me, Ma.

Wait and see.

I am proud of you, Eddie.

Of course I'll, I'll need, uh,
need some help to get started.

I'll have to get some clothes.

I can't go looking
for a good job like this.

Only a few dollars, Ma.

You'll have to talk to Vince.

Yeah, a lot of good that'll do.

Just the same,
it's his house and his money.

We'll talk to him
when he gets home.

I'll fix up your room for you,
your old room, Eddie.

I haven't changed
anything in it.

Oh, I'm so glad

to have you home
and safe again with me.

Mother machree.

(laughs)

WINCHELL: Eddie O'Gara took
the household money,

bought himself
a brand-new outfit,

and paid a visit
to a lakefront midway.

He was particularly interested
in the merry-go-round

and the adjoining storage room.

(knocking)

EDDIE:
Open up, George.

(knocking)

Come on, come on, open up.

George?

George?

MAN:
Lock it.

O'Gara.

Take it easy.

Been waiting three years
to blast you.

George, you got...

George, you got to give me
a chance to talk, George.

Where do you want it, Eddie?

You can't afford
to shoot me, George.

Those are the old days.

You got to think now, George.

I never had to think
about killing a double-crosser.

George, you're living
in the past.

Okay, so, three years ago,

I tried to pull
the old switcheroo.

Where'd it get me, George?

I've been hopping freights,
living in flops, eating garbage,

and learning, George, learning.

What'd it learn you?

I learned I was a chump, George.

I had it good-- clothes, money.

Then I got ambitious, and...

well, I'm sorry, George.

You got to believe me,
George, I'm sorry.

Lots of guys are sorry.

They're also dead.

You ca-- you can't kill me,
George.

You pull that trigger

and you'll have every cop
in the city in this joint.

Kill me and you'll kill
the only guy who can help you.

How'd you find me?

Well, you, you know, you brought
me here once, remember?

You used to call this your,
your thinking hole.

All I had to do was say,
"Now, now, where would a guy

as hot as George Moran go where
no one would look for him?"

Here.

Smart kid.

That's what
I've been telling you, George.

You're a punk, Eddie.

You're the only guy
I brought here

because you were
the only guy I trusted.

You're the punk
I pulled off a dump truck.

I gave you a job,
I made a big man of you.

Now I'm returning the favor.

Not a chance.

What do you mean "not a chance"?

Because they cleaned me.

They knocked off every top guy
in my organization.

I got no protection.

I walk out of this joint,

somebody's going to blast me or
they'll turn me in to the law.

George, we can build
a new organization.

I told you,
I can't leave this joint.

Yeah, but I can.

I can go anyplace
in the city, George.

I'll organize for you,

I'll make all the contacts.

I'll be your voice, your legs,
and you be the brains.

I give the orders.

You're the boss, George.

I learned my lesson.

Of course, I'll, uh, I'll need
some dough to get started.

Dough I got.

I got nothing but dough.

For once in your lousy,
double-crossing life,

you'd better be on the level.

For once in my lousy,
double-crossing life, I am.

You're going to get back
everything you lost, George.

I get back nothing
until I blast the South Side--

that's what I want.

That's what you get.

Hey, you, uh, you picked
yourself a winner, George.

Give me a buck's worth
of nickels, huh?

Is Jack McGurn there?

Hello, Jack?
This is Eddie O'Gara.

Yeah, yeah,
I just blew into town.

Look, I got a deal on.
Let's meet, huh?

You name it.

The beanery?

Yeah, yeah, the regular place.

(tires screeching)

Look, I got to blow.

-Uh, here you go.
-Hey, come on, buddy, will you?

-Out.
-Come on.

(indistinct chatter)

All right, come on.

(overlapping,
indistinct shouting)

Let's go.

(indistinct,
overlapping shouting)

All right, where do you think
you're going?

Oh, it's all right, Officer.

Uh, I just dropped in
to make a phone call.

Well, well, Eddie O'Gara.

Hello, Johnson.

I thought you'd be wearing
a cement bathing suit by now.

Come on, come on,
let's save the jokes.

Now, what's the beef?
I'm an innocent citizen.

All right, we'll have
a nice little talk... downtown.

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

Who?

Yeah, I'd like to see him.
Send him up.

Thanks, Jim.

They picked up Eddie O'Gara
in a raid on a bookie joint.

He's on his way up now.

-Who?
-Eddie O'Gara.

O'Gara? I thought he was dead.

NESS:
So did a lot of people.

I wonder what he's doing
back in town.

Maybe he figures the heat's off

since they wiped out
Moran's top boys.

Maybe Bugs sent out a message.

"Come home, Eddie.
All is forgiven.”

You think he has a line
on where Bugs is hiding?

It's a possibility.

Who would he be working for?
Moran?

Yeah, or he could be working
for the mob.

I know Eddie and Bugs were close
in the old days.

Be a smart trick
for the big boy to use him

to smell out Moran's
hiding place.

I don't think
we'll get anything out of him.

Any lead that takes us
to Moran, Lee, we got to follow.

(door opening)

Hello, sweetheart.

Long time no see.

Hello, Eddie.

We got a lot to talk about.

NESS: Where'd you get
the money, Eddie?

I saved it.

You know how that is, Mr. Ness.

You put a little by
from time to time, it adds up.

It adds up to $3,000.
You're a thrifty boy.

One of the things
my poor old mother taught me.

Where's Moran?

Well, I haven't seen him.

What are you doing back in town?

Work, sweetheart.
Honest work.

Where do you do
this honest work, Eddie?

Around. Cleveland, Detroit,
St. Paul, Toledo.

You name it.

Where's Moran?

I don't know.

What are you doing back here,
Eddie?

My poor mother needs me.

HOBSON: Why did Moran
give you that money?

I told you.
I haven't seen him.

Rudy Mann paying you
to find him?

Is he looking for him?

You're as innocent as a baby,
aren't you, Eddie?

Of course. I'm just
an innocent bystander

who got picked up
in a bookie raid.

Since when is that
a federal matter?

For the last time,
where's Moran?

For the last time,
I ain't seen him, sweetheart.

(kicking chair)

You think you're a pretty
wise guy, don't you, Eddie?

Let me tell you what you are.
You're a loser.

You were born to be a loser.

You were a loser three years ago
with Bugs Moran.

Maybe that was a lucky break
for you, Eddie.

'Cause you might have been one
of Moran's boys

lying in a Clark Street garage
last Valentine's Day.

That's just the beginning,
Eddie.

The organization isn't through
with Moran.

He's a loser, too.

You made a mistake
coming back to Chicago.

Go on, get out of here.

The dough, sweetheart?

(sighs)

What's the deal?

It's big. I got to line up
some good boys.

But I got a tail on me.

Get me some boys who ain't got
any present connections.

You got 'em.

I'll set up a meet later.
Better go now.

Coffee.

Oh, Vince,
what are you doing up...?

(grunting)

WOMAN:
What's going on here?

Boys? Boys, is that you?

It's all right, Ma.
Now, go on back to bed.

(grunting)

-Are you all right, Vince?
-Yeah, I'm all right.

You two will be the death of me.
What were you fighting about?

As long as I can remember,
the... Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

(panting)

The two of you fighting
with murder in your hearts.

What have I got for sons?

I am sorry, Ma.

You better go, Eddie.

But I got no place to go.

Why don't you rent a room
with the money you stole?

I didn't steal it.
Ma, it was just a loan.

I needed some clothes
to go looking for that job.

I couldn't go the way I was,
now, could I?

It's true, Vince.

He was terrible shabby.

Ma, I meant to put it back

before you knew it was gone.
Honest.

Honest, Vince.
I meant it with all my heart.

I just thought I'd get a job and
come home and surprise you all.

So help me, Ma,
that's the truth.

I'll go.

VINCE:
Wait a minute.

Did you get a job?

No, ... I didn't.

I-I tried every place.

Ma says you might get me on
with the cars.

Did you tell him that, Ma?

Al right.

All right, we'll-we'll talk
about it in the morning.

Oh, your poor face.

(Eddie gasps)

Vince shouldn't have hit you
so hard.

Did you mean it
about getting a job on the cars?

Oh, that I did, Ma, yeah.

Yeah, and that's only
the beginning.

I'm gonna work hard,
and I'm gonna work me way up.

You're gonna be proud of me, Ma.

Well, I'm gonna turn over the
grandest leaf you ever heard of.

Oh, Eddie.

WINCHELL: One week after the
St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

One week of round-the-clock
interrogation.

Among those questioned

was a top trigger man
for the Syndicate--

Phil, the Bartender, Benyas.

Sit down.

Is this a pinch?

Just want to ask you
a few questions.

I want to see my lawyer.

Who are you working for?

I want a lawyer.

Where were you Valentine's Day?

I want to see my lawyer.

You'll see a lawyer if we decide
to book you. Where's Moran?

I ain't talking
till I see my lawyer.

NESS: What's Eddie O'Gara doing
in town?

That punk.

I want to see my lawyer.

Didn't you know
O'Gara was in town?

Ask him if it's a nice day,
Eliot.

He'd want to talk it over
with his lawyer.

Get him out of here.

Come on.

Well, we didn't get much
out of that one.

One thing we did get--

we know O'Gara isn't part
of the mob.

What makes you say that?

Watching our friend--
real surprise on his face

when I mentioned O'Gara's name.

(sighs) Eliot, you got
to get me off this detail.

I'm getting carsick
riding on that trolley.

(Hobson chuckles)

You know, Eliot,
maybe O'Gara has gone straight.

Not a chance.

If he isn't working against
Moran, he's working for him.

He was a punk kid
five years ago

working as a swamper
till Moran picked him up.

He was tough, had brains,
an appetite for easy money.

He's still tough,
and he's still hungry.

Three and a half million people
out there.

It's a big place
to go looking for one man.

We're not the only ones
looking for Bugs Moran.

There's a price on his head.

Every killer in town wants
to collect it.

We have one advantage.

We have Eddie O'Gara.

He's gonna be a good boy
as long as we're watching him.

Let's give him a chance
to be a bad one.

(trolley car chugging)

(bell clangs, hissing)

(engine idling)

-Mrs. Cleary?
-Oh.

This is your stop, Mrs. Cleary.

Is it?

Yeah. Here, let me help you
with those bundles.

Thank you, Mr. O'Gara.

Oh, it's nothing I'm sure.

Here. There we go.

-Good night, Mr. O'Gara.
-Good night, Mrs. Cleary.

Oh, and you be careful of them
dark streets now, huh?

Mm-hmm.

There we go.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Hello, Jack.

Introduce your friends.

Jinx Mahoney, Joe Aiello
and his brother Dom.

Jake Weinhoff,
Stanley Watuski,

Pete Herndon.

Hello, boys.

Hey, McGurn, I'm a busy man.

What am I doing
riding the trolley?

Why don't you ask me?

What do you know, Trolley Boy?

I'm looking for some good boys.

Oh, he's looking
for a bunch of good boys.

Maybe he's stealing nickels
and needs protection.

Very important man
you brought around, Jack.

He and his brother run errands
for the Syndicate

and get to sell
a little beer on the North Side.

Next year, the Syndicate's
gonna give 'em monkey uniforms.

You know, the kind
messenger boys wear.

Sit down, big man.

You try that, and I'll carve
my initials on your face

with a front sight,
and tell your brother to relax.

Okay, take it easy, Dom.

We'll listen to what
the trolley boy says.

Start talking, Trolley Boy.

You guys are bunch of losers.

That's why you're here.

That's why I wanted you here.

'Cause you're losers
who want to get back on top.

Look, nobody calls me a loser.

Yeah? What happened
to that string of hand books

you were running
on the South Side, huh?

He's a loser.

We're all losers.

The thing is,
what are we gonna do about it?

I'll tell you what
we're gonna do about it.

We're gonna organize.

We're gonna build a new mob,

an organization of losers.

And we're gonna take this town

like it's never
been took before.

I don't work
for no double-crosser.

Don't you ever say that again.

Besides, you ain't
working for me.

Who we working for?

(coins clinking)

The man who's gonna pay you.

Moran.

MORAN:
Big man. Big deal.

You were going to put together
an organization.

What have you been
spending my dough for?

-Takes money to hire boys.
-Takes money to hire good boys.

What do you got?
A lot of has-been punks,

a lot of stupid muscle.

You need muscle.

Don't tell me what I need.

I'll tell you what I need--
I need to get out of here.

I'm going stir crazy
in this joint.

You're gonna get out.

You've been promising a lot;
you don't deliver much.

I got you some boys.

Mahoney. Wino. Huh!

The kind of money
I been putting out,

I should get some top guns.

Let's face the facts, George.

In your position,
you don't hire the best boys.

They already got
their connections.

They don't need your money.

You take what you can get,

and you use 'em
the best way you can.

Cheap lot of penny antes.

Okay. Call it off.

Stay here until
the Syndicate finds you.

Stay here and rot.

Before that happens, I'll walk
down the middle of State Street

until I take every bullet
on the North Side.

Before I rot,
I'll look like a sieve.

Now, you listen to me.

You take that
bunch of bums you got,

and you turn them into top boys.

How? You give 'em guns,
plenty of guns.

They'll feel good,
and they'll do good.

I'll need some more money.

What are you gonna do, Eddie,

walk into a department store
and buy a dozen?

You don't do it that way!

Oh? Then how?

Take 'em!

I guess you're right.

You'd look pretty funny
as a sieve, George.

McGurn...
what are you doing here?

South Side guns--
nothing but the best, huh, Jack?

Mm-hmm.

You know him?

Yeah, I know him.

Looks like
the opening shot, Jim.

-Opening shot to what?
-Moran's war.

He's out to make
the Clark Street Massacre

look like a tea party.

With the Syndicate's
own guns, too.

ANNOUNCER: And now
back to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: The rebuilding
of the Moran organization

was under way.

Object: revenge for the
St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

Headquarters:
an interurban trolley.

♪♪

(bell clangs)

(lively music plays)

-(gunshots)
-(screaming)

(woman continues screaming)

(woman screaming)

-Hello, Ma.
-Hello, Vincent.

-Where's Eddie?
-He's in his room.

Don't you know how to knock?

Got to respect a man's privacy.

You ain't got no mann...

Hey. Hey!

Hey, what are you doing!

Hey!

Hey, that stuff cost
a lot of dough!

All right, now,
where did you get them?

Hey, Ma, this guy's
gonna destroy us.

-Vincent, what are you doing?
-Get out of here, please, Ma.

-But, Vincent...
-Ma, please, leave!

-Please.
-Ma, wait.

All right, now, I said,
where did you get them?

The duds?
Well, I didn't get 'em

stealing nickels
from the car line.

No, of course not.
You steal big.

-What are you talking about?
-They inspected your car

at the barn today,
and guess what they found?

-They got no right to do that.
-No, well, now,

don't worry, don't worry,
I covered for you.

I told them you didn't know
anything about the guns.

You made a sucker
out of me, Eddie.

I fronted for you,
I got you a job,

and you made a sucker
out of me.

Well, you're through, Eddie,
you're fired.

I picked up your last
paycheck today. There.

Twenty-eight dollars
and 50 cents.

Gee whiz.

Well, now, it's
honest money, you know?

Why don't you frame it?
It'll make a nice curio for you.

Now, get your clothes together
and get out of this house!

What happened, Vincent?

Nothing.

Nothing at all, Ma.

WINCHELL: After leaving
his mother's house,

Eddie O'Gara assumed
direct control

of his Organization of Losers.

Under his command,
a campaign of terror was waged

against the Syndicate,

the Syndicate of Winners.

Hi, Eddie.

Well, George, we're ready
to make our next move.

That's a question, ain't it?

"George, are we ready
to make our next move?"

Come on, you're the boss,
you know that.

What I meant is,
we got 'em on the run,

-we ought to take advantage.
-We will.

You remember Joe Aiello, Eddie,

-from the Trolley?
-Sure.

Hi, Joe.

I took a chance today, Eddie.

I stuck my head out of this hole

long enough to get
to a phone booth.

I asked Joe if
he wasn't too busy

if he wouldn't mind
paying a call.

-Said he wasn't too busy.
-(chuckles): Sure.

Sure, listen,
it's good he's here.

This way we can all
get it straight.

No need for me to tell Joe

and Joe go out
and tell somebody else.

This way we're all here.

Say, George, we're really ready.

The Syndicate boys know
what we can do now,

and they don't want any part
of our kind of trouble.

They're ready to talk peace.

MORAN:
You want to set up a conference?

Sure, we set up a conference.

We get all the Syndicate boys
in one room,

and then we knock 'em off.

We hit 'em, George, Joe.

We hit 'em.

Without the top boys
in the Organization

the whole thing falls apart.

We move in
and pick up the pieces.

Hold it, Eddie.

You're moving too fast.

We got to move fast, George--
we got 'em on the ropes.

We got to crowd 'em, crowd 'em.

They're all set up, they're
ready for the K.O. punch.

I seen a guy get his head
knocked off moving in too fast.

-Look, George...
-Sit, relax, Eddie.

What do you mean, relax?

Just what I said, relax.

You're young, you're hot.

Maybe you're too hot.

Maybe you should
cool off a little.

Maybe you should let Joe here
handle things for a while.

Somebody with
a little more experience.

Any objections, kid?

Y-You're the boss, George.

That's right, kid.

I'm the boss.

(exhales)
Buy the house a drink.

-T's on us.
-Why, sure, Mr. Aiello.

We'll see you.
Come on.

(gunfire)

WINCHELL: With
the Aiello brothers shot down

on the streets of Chicago,
Eliot Ness and the Untouchables

began a roundup, a roust,
of known hoodlums

in a desperate effort
to put a stop

to an encore of the
St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

Former associates of Bugs Moran

were particularly marked
for arrest and interrogation.

Hoodlums were held
on open charges

while Ness continued
a calculated plan

to force George "Bugs" Moran
out into the open.

Sure, I killed him.

But I did it for you, George.

Well, don't do
anything else for me.

You know, you're
forgetting something.

You try going out on the streets

and putting together
an organization under your name.

The name Eddie O'Gara
doesn't mean a thing.

Moran does.

I'm still calling the shots.

Look, I-I'm sorry, George.

I didn't mean anything.

It's just, a guy gets
pushed around, he gets sore.

Okay, kid, forget it.

Then we, uh...

we go ahead like
we planned, George?

The big hit?

No big hit.

We're calling a peace meeting,
a real peace meeting.

We're gonna split
this city up again.

We're gonna make a deal
for the North Side.

Where do I come in?

Same as always--
you set up the deal.

Don't worry about a thing, kid,
I'll take care of you.

I, uh, saw George tonight.

He looks terrible.

Aw, that's too bad.

Yeah, he used to be quite a guy.
He's getting old.

You know how it is
when you get old--

you begin to crack
around the edges.

-Is Moran cracking?
-He's talking peace; same thing.

That's loser talk.

Guy starts to lose,
he wants to make a deal.

How would you go, McGurn?

With a winner or a loser?

(chuckles)
I like winners.

You got one.

All right, bum,
you wanted to see me.

What do you want to talk about?

Bugs Moran.

This bum's got nerve
like a burglar.

What about Moran?

You want him? I got him.

How do I know you can deliver?

Moran wants a peace conference.

Okay, set it up.

Your top boys,
Moran and his top boys.

You mean on the level,
negotiate?

Bring my records, payoff,
distribution, the works?

You make it look like that--
like a treaty.

You have a few drinks
Moran leaves first,

you have some of your boys
waiting for him outside.

Hey, Phil.

Send down for some grape.

You like grape, kid?

(knocking)

Who is it?

It's me, Vince.

Get your things together--
we're going home.

Yeah, Eddie O'Gara's
a child's toy, huh?

A yo-yo? You throw him out,
and then you reel him back in.

Look, Eddie, it's not for me,
it's for Ma.

-She's not feeling well.
-Oh, Ma has never felt well,

not from the day I was born--
that's the way she is.

It was different when
you were on the road.

Aye, and it's a very polite
man you are, Vincent.

Not on the road, on the I am!

Look, Eddie, when
you weren't in town,

she could accept it,
but now that you're back

she wants you with her.

Oh, she wants me with her, huh?

Well, little boys grow up
and leave home.

When they become men, real men!

(mumbles)

Look...

it's difficult for me
to say this,

but when you're not here,
when you're someplace else,

I get along fine, real fine.

But...

maybe...

maybe now we're going to be
under the same roof,

maybe we can learn
to abide each other again.

We did once, you know.

Eddie...

Eddie, she wants to see you.

I- can't make it.

I'll be by later.

Eddie, you've got to see her.

Look, you can make up your mind
about moving back in later,

but you've got to come
with me now!

I can't make it!

It's business, Vince.
It's a big deal.

All right, Eddie.

Al right.

Forget I said it.

Vince!

Vince, don't you understand?

This is the biggest thing
I've ever been in.

You don't know what it's
been like the last few years.

Hopping freights,
freezing on corners,

getting bagged
into stinkin' jails,

jumping at shadows.

I've been on the dodge, Vince--
they were out to kill me!

But now I don't have
to dodge anymore.

'Cause big men
don't dodge, Vince.

Yeah, and tomorrow,

tomorrow I'll be
the biggest man in Chicago.

Don't you understand, Vince?

Don't you see what I mean?

♪♪

Eliot, I think
we've got something.

-It's about time.
-It's Jinx Mahoney.

He was playing around
with the Aiellos

before they got bumped off.

Mahoney. Used to play
on the fringe of the Moran gang.

He's a weak one;
you can push him.

That's what I mean.
The informant says

he's chasing a dolly
down at the Lido Burlesque.

Let's go get him.

WINCHELL: Jinx Mahoney,
one of Eddie O'Gara's

Trolly Car Losers was a cinch.

He talked, fully,
without a shred of loyalty

to his new bosses.

He told Ness a peace meeting
was arranged

for the Westside Men's Club.

A top-level meeting
between Rudy Mann himself

and Bugs Moran,
who crawled out of his hole

just two weeks after the
St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

Rico...

better get back to a phone;
we'll need some help.

-Right.
-We gonna move in?

No, let's check out the place
till Rico gets back.

It's okay, Mr. Moran,
I checked everything.

Jack McGurn.

Rudy Mann always this late?

Yeah.

Don't worry, he'll be here.

He's got no choice.

-Mr. O'Gara?
-That's right.

You're wanted on the telephone.

Uh, that may be Rudy now.

(horns honk in distance)

Cover the front.

Remember, like Eddie said,

just Moran.

Fellas, drop 'em!

NESS:
Hold it!

All right, come on,
all of you against that wall.

Move!

Come on!

Get in there!
Get in there!

All right, back
against the wall.

Keep your hands high.

Against the wall.
Hands up.

(horns honk in distance)

Hello. Uh, this is Eddie O'Gara.

I want to talk to Rudy Mann.

Go ahead, talk.

I-I was calling in,
uh, like you told me.

Everything worked out just fine.

For who, Eddie?

-Mr. O'Gara?
-Yes?

-Eliot Ness.
-Oh, yes, of course.

I've been expecting you.

Was he very badly beaten?

I'm sorry.

This is all we found
on the body.

May we examine his effects?

Maybe he left some papers,
notes or something.

Yes. Yes, won't you come on in?

This was his room.

He was born in it.

He's dead...

isn't he, Vincent?

Yes, Ma.

WINCHELL:
Eddie O'Gara left behind

only the marks of his youth.

His boss, George "Bugs" Moran,
left little more.

But Moran was alive.

The charm that
protected his life

worked again.

He escaped
the Westside Club ambush,

returned to Chicago
and went into hiding.

It was one year before he could
make another bid for power.

But there was never another

Eddie O'Gara to offer him
a second chance

to grab a gold ring.