All language subtitles for The Untouchables - S04E12 (Doublecross)_000

(theme music plays)

One more beer.

That's it.
Everything you ordered.

Well, how come your people
can make delivery dates

when Guzik can't?

That will be $1142.

I'd still like to know
who I'm dealing with.

We get you the booze,
you pay us cash,

that's all you got to know.

There you go.
Aren't you gonna count it?

Why? You're an honest man,
aren't you. Mr. Akers?

Johnny, there's a truck coming.

Let's get out of here.

My gear's stuck.

Slow him down.

(gun shots)

Let's get out of here.

(rapid gunfire)

Call Guzik.

Oh, Mac...

I've been trying to get booze
for three weeks from Guzik.

I have to
have something to sell.

That's a real sad story, Louie.

Sully...

Cheer up, fat boy.

Have a drink.

ANNOUNCER:

"Doublecross."

Starring Robert Stack
as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Harry Morgan

and Don Kellogg

with special guest star
Nehemiah Persoff

and narrated by
Walter Winchell.

WALTER WINCHELL:
Chicago, 1930.

The overlord
for a syndicate,

which supplied 90%
of the booze

consumed in the city,

was the shrewdest hoodlum

the underworld ever produced...

Jake "Greasy Thumb" Guzik.

AKERS:
Jake, Jake...

(glass breaks)

What's this, huh?

Smash it.

(rapid gunfire)

Inside...

Jake, Jake, you're
making a mistake, Jake.

(groans)

Who sold you the liquor, Louie?

Hmm?

I don't know.

You know,
I'm disappointed in you.

Taking your business
some place else.

You better get used to it, Jake,

because I'm not the only one.

You mean there are more
of you, huh?

That's right, 118 more,
and you can't kill us all.

Oh, there's
a whole organization, huh?

With a president and officers?

All right.

I give your president
and officers invitation

to come to my place
tomorrow night at 10:00.

All of them.

Suppose they won't come, Jake?

You tell them...

that I said...

that if they don't show,

the next time they try
to have an executive meeting,

they'll have to use
shovels to find the quorum.

Hmm?

You can't take money
from hoods.

$111,000...

with a detailed report
of where and how

we got every cent.

I wouldn't touch that money
with a 40 foot pole.

Have you gone out
of your mind?

That's the only way
we can hurt Guzik.

What do you mean, "That's the
only way you can hurt Guzik?"

What about his distilleries?

In the past three years
you've hit him

to the tune of four, five
million dollars.

That hurts plenty.

I told you, no distilleries
left to be hit.

-Guzik's dismantled them all.
-Why would he do that?

He's a wily old fox.

He knows he can't hide
an operation that calls for

a building as big
as a warehouse,

uses sugar and yeast
by the truckload,

and smells up a neighborhood
for 14 blocks.

Are you trying to tell me
Guzik's going out of business?

He's going out of
the distillery business.

Then where's he gonna
get his liquor?

Independent contractors,
thousands of them.

They spring up like locusts
all over town.

Guzik's backing them.

We give them time to build up
an effective network

of independent suppliers,
we'll never be able

to get our hands on him.

Do you mean to say the only way
you can stop him

is to make a bootlegger out of

the United States government?

Be sure, we've got to fight
fire with fire.

While he's reorganizing,
his speaks are crying for booze.

Now, we're gonna supply it.

And the only way Guzik
can beat the competition

is by bringing in booze
in from outside Chicago.

-That'll cost him a fortune.
-Once we know what's coming in,

there's no way
he can get it past us.

Eliot, I will not condone you
or anyone else

subverting the law
to uphold it.

You think about that.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Oh, you're late, Akers.

I thought maybe you wasn't
gonna come.

Okay, Jake, we're all here.

Let's get down to business.

We need booze.

Here's my money.

What about it?!

Take it easy, Dancer.

This is gonna be
a friendly meeting.

Friendly?

You mean like last night, huh?

You got to learn to look on the
good side of things, Louie.

You're alive.

We're here to talk business,
Jake.

All right, business.

You guys all got fat with us.
You know that.

You didn't have two nickels
to rub together

before we showed you how
to make the big money.

Ah, that was yesterday.

Yesterday...

and today you're all
J.P. Morgans

throwing money around
like it was rice, huh?

When do we get our booze?

In five weeks.

In five weeks I'll have
all the booze in the world.

I'll give you more booze
than you can get rid of.

Jake, we can't wait five weeks.

We got a big overhead.
We need the product now.

If you can't give it to us,
we'll have to find

somebody who can.

You can't stop us
from buying, you know?

I can't, huh?

Well, you forget one thing,

you big executives.

You forget protection.

You think all you bought
from me was booze?

Well, think again.

You bought the right to sell
without any trouble

all the way
from city hall down.

We can make our own payoff.

How, Louie? I own Chicago.

I decide who plays here.

Look, Jake,

nobody wants to break
with the syndicate.

But unless we get product,
we got no choice.

So all right.

I get you the product.

Delivery when?

In two weeks.

-Jake, I can't...
-Don't tell me

you can't last more
than two weeks!

Or I tell you, you personally
don't last 24 hours.

I was only gonna ask
how you gonna do it.

That's my business.

Okay, two weeks.

This stays here.

For good faith.

(door closes)

Where you gonna get it?

What do you mean,
"Where I'm gonna get it?"

I'm gonna bring it in.

But how?

Ness has been watching every
move you make.

All right,
while he's watching me,

I'll get somebody else
to bring it in for me.

Who?

Who? Bugs Moran.

Bugs?

Hey, Jake, he wouldn't
work for you

if you was
the last man on earth.

Bugs would work for Jack the
Ripper if the price was right.

Go set it up.

NESS:
Hold it there.

Rico.

So I'm in the movies.

You're also in trouble, Louie.

The man you were paying off
is a federal agent.

It's getting so a man can't
trust his own mother.

What happened
at that meeting tonight?

What meeting?

The one at Guzik's place
just before we picked you up.

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

Louie, this film's enough
to put you away

for a nice long rest.

Unless, of course,
we happen to misplace it.

You offering to make a deal?

Why don't you tell us
what happened

at that meeting tonight, huh?

Well...

Guzik heard we'd been buying
booze outside the organization.

Told us to wait five weeks
and we'd have

all the booze in the world.

You agreed?

We settled for two weeks.

Two weeks? That means you
have to go outside.

Who's he gonna get it from?

I don't know.

How's he bringing it in?

I don't know.

-Where's it gonna be delivered?
-I don't know.

-When's your birthday?
-I don't know.

Book him.

But you offered to make a deal.

-Let's go.
-You told me yourself...

WINCHELL:
At 10:55 p.m.

Jake Guzik kept a rendezvous
with Bugs Moran.

The man who

held him personally responsible

for the Saint Valentine's Day
Massacre.

While their bodyguards
watched this encounter

with grim anticipation

Guzik and Moran

got down to business.

It was nice
you could come, Bugs.

After all we've
been to each other?

How could I refuse.

My father was a smart man.

He always told me,

"What you can't change,
stop worrying.�

What do you want?

I want to talk
business with you.

I ought to kill you, Jake.

Listen first, kill me later.

Unless you don't care
about money no more.

What kind of money?

$5,000 a day plus expenses.

For how long?

Ten days, two weeks.

Doing what?

Bringing in booze.

How much booze?

A half a million gallons.

That's a big job, Jake.

Particularly
with Ness snooping around.

Oh, he's looking after me.

That's just the idea, you see.

While I got him chasing
his tail, you operate.

Not for no lousy $5,000 a day.

-Since when?
-You don't understand, Jake.

I'm a pieceworker;
I get paid by the gallon.

By the gallon?

-How much?
-A dollar.

Oh, come on,
you got to be joking.

Then how come
you ain't laughing?

Half a million gallons--
half a million dollars.

That's my price,
take it or leave it.

- Leave it.
- Jake...

you wouldn't be talking to me
if you had anyplace else to go.

All right, cash on delivery.

Wrong. I take
a hundred G's tomorrow.

150 when we agree
how the job's gonna be done.

The other 250 when I get
back to town with the stuff.

If you don't get back, I lose
a quarter of a million dollars.

That's right, Jake.

Something to think
about, ain't it?

All right.

Sully will bring the booze

across the Canadian border
by truck.

After that, it's up to you
to get it to Chicago.

Where do I pick up
the first hundred G's?

Send Striber over
to my office tomorrow night.

What if Ness sees him?

Oh, Ness don't know everything.

There's another entrance.

Tell him to be at the Lido
Theater 11:00 tomorrow night.

(lively band music playing)

WOMAN (in film):
The eternal feminine,

an adult sophisticated
eternal feminine,

is the keynote
of fashions for fall.

Little girl cuteness is out,

and you're going
to see glamour and like it.

For instance,

hats are going to be more
practical and more becoming,

as you can see

in this array of berets...

Bugs said a hundred thousand.

Oh, that's right.

The rest is for you.

Okay, Santa Claus,
what's it for?

Oh, for services to be rendered.

Like what?

Like what?
Well, uh...

like watching Moran for me.

You see, uh, I don't trust him.

(mumbles)

How come some of Moran's greed
didn't rub off on you?

Let me tell you
something, Guzik.

I can smell you
clear across this room.

There's not enough money
in the world

-to make me work for you.
-All right, forget money.

-What else?
-What else?

Yes, that's right, what else?

Everyone's got a price.
What's yours?

If I had a gun...
I'd blow more holes in you

than you did into my kid brother
on Valentine's Day.

Now, wait a minute,
you can't pin that on me!

-I had nothing to do with that!
-You're lying!

Look, I swear to you!
I swear on my mother's grave,

God bless her,
I swear to you, Striber.

I swear I was against it
all the time.

It was the committee
that voted me down.

Believe me, I'm sorry
about your brother.

And I don't blame you
for wanting me to give you

the name of the person
who is responsible.

All right.

You've got something I want.

Tell me who killed my brother.

First I got to lay my hand
on the booze.

Tell me now.

If I tell you now...

you'll hit him now.

Not if I don't want you
on my back, I won't.

Now you got the idea.

After I get my hands
on that booze,

then I don't care what happens.

Who was it?!

(quietly):
Sully.

Crumb.

Satisfied?

Like you said...

every man has his price.

And, uh, you're pretty sure
you knew how to get mine,

weren't you, Mr. Guzik?

If I wasn't...
I never would've made

the agreement with Moran
in the first place.

(glass shatters)

(dramatic orchestral
music playing)

Did you buy him?

I bought him.

Price must've been pretty high.

Yes, Sully, the price was high.

But, uh...
under the circumstances,

not unreasonable.

Shows the various routes
into Chicago,

number and types of vehicles
that travel them every day.

-Jack, that'll be
your department. -Check.

With special officers
to help us,

but how many we get
and long we can keep them

is anybody's guess.

Rico, you handle
the waterfronts.

-Bill, the freight yard.
-Right.

You cover the landing fields
and airports, huh?

Offhand I'd say the odds
are in Guzik's favor.

Well, at least we know Guzik
has to move within two weeks.

It's an edge
we never had before.

But it cuts two ways--
we only have two weeks

to find out where, when and how.

By train? What's
the matter with you, Moran?

You're supposed to be an expert.

-You can do better than that.
-Wipe your chin.

Look, a half a million gallons?

That would take
at least a hundred boxcars.

-68.
-All right, 68.

So what's the difference?
A train!

The train still has to go
on a track, right?

It still has to keep
to a schedule.

At least 2,000, 3,000 people
know where a train is

-at any one time.
-Sure, but nobody connected

with the railroad ever knows
what their freight trains

-are carrying. -What do
you mean they don't know

what the trains are carrying?

Look, Jake, you're
an expert on liquor,

I'm an expert on trains.

So educate me.

Freight cars are packed
by the shipper,

and unloaded by the guys
they're being shipped to.

All the railroad does
is pull the cars

from one town to another.

So anybody,
a bum along the road,

could open one of the cars
by accident

and discover my booze!

The cars are sealed.
It's a Federal offense

to break a freight car seal.

Not for Eliot Ness, it isn't.

I thought you were gonna
keep Ness chasing his tail.

I'm gonna try,
but he's no fool.

Suppose, in spite of everything,
he hears about the train

after it's already on the way--
then I lose the whole shipment.

Then I'm wiped out.

Before Ness can stop the train,
he's got to find it.

He starts to look for this one,

he may be in
for quite a surprise.

-What do you mean?
-In the old days,

I used to make trains disappear

at the rate
of two or three a month.

I'll tell you
something else, Jake.

Some of them trains
they ain't found yet.

Well, you buy it?

All right, I buy it.

ANNOUNCER: And now back
to The Untouchables.

WINCHELL: 48 hours after
his meeting with Jake Guzik,

Bugs Moran took
the first big step

in his plan to bring
one-half million gallons

of illegal liquor
into the city of Chicago.

I understand you own
this railroad siding, Mr. Lane.

Yes, we've found it to work out
much better in the long run.

This way we call the railroad,
order any desired number

of freight cars we need,
and they provide them.

It saves the added step
of our trucking our merchandise

-to the railroad yards.
-How many cars do you use?

Well, of course,
that depends on the season.

Right now we're shipping apples,

and we're moving
about 40 or 50 carloads a week.

-You only work in the daytime?
-8:00 a.m. to 5:00.

Of course, the loading areas
are floodlit

so we can use double shifts.

You got a phone
around here, Mr. Lane?

Oh, sure,
right here in the office.

There you are.

Call your home, Mr. Lane.

My home?

You heard him.

(dialing)

Hello? Is this 6-4-2-7?

Who's this?

Where's my wife?

Yes?

Yes, I understand.

Your family's
gonna be fine, mister,

just so long as you do
exactly what we say.

What do you want?

Call the railroad,
tell them you want

a lot of extra cars
shunted onto this siding.

Tell them to start with 25
tomorrow night.

Doesn't add up.

If Guzik's really trying
to bring in this booze,

he should be working
around the clock.

Instead he takes
two-hour lunch breaks

and goes to bed at 11:00
and comes to work at noon.

Doesn't many any kind
of sense at all.

Well, if he's
gonna make his move,

it's got to be in the next
three or four days.

-Maybe he's made it already.
-What do you mean?

Somebody in this town
is buying pipe, a lot of it.

Pipeline.
Where'd you find that out?

I had a little extra time, so
I did some snooping of my own.

I don't suppose
you had time enough to discover

if that pipe was
earmarked for Guzik?

No, but I did find out that

the corporations
that ordered it are dummies.

Where'd the pipe companies
deliver it?

They didn't.
It's being picked up

-by a private trucking company.
-Let's see if we can trace it.

WINCHELL: Meanwhile, work at
the Lake Huron Packing Company

in Track City, Michigan, was
moving with swift efficiency.

By day, workmen from the plant
loaded boxcars with apples.

By night, carefully
screened gangsters

loaded identical
rolling stock with booze.

The loaded cars of apples
were shunted to a siding,

halfway to Chicago.

The serial numbers
on the freight cars

containing liquor were altered
to match those

which had already
been loaded with apples,

and the cars assembled on
the packing company's siding.

By the night of the 18th,
the assembly

of two identical trains
was almost completed.

Each train contained 68 cars.

Each had the same
serial numbers.

Each bore the same
protective seals.

The difference:
one would be carrying

less than $100,000
worth of apples;

the other, almost $6 million
worth of liquor.

Well, if he left with a convoy,
where is he?

We have everything loaded
but his truck.

We have a schedule to keep.

Those boxcars have to be
in Fayetteville by 11:15.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

All right.

(gunshot)

You all loaded?

No.

Still one truck missing.

That crumb, Sully.

He really sticks in your craw,
don't he?

You don't know the half of it.

Kill him.

What?

I want you to knock him off.

Why?

Why? Because I told you to.

That's why.

It's... all of a sudden.

What's the matter with you?
Are you getting soft?

It's not that, Bugs.

I mean, it's...
when the cops find him...

When the cops find him,
they'll go to Chicago

and drive Guzik crazy.

While they're working him over,

we'll milk him
for an extra half-million.

Okay?

Okay.

(truck approaches)

Put him in there with Lane.

Feds will have a field day

trying to figure out
who shot who.

You're late.

I blew a tire;
is everything all right?

-Couldn't be better.
-Where's Striber?

Inside. See you in Chicago.

Why not?

(gunshots)

WINCHELL: While Bugs Moran was
burning his bridges behind him,

The Untouchables had learned

that the
Cicero Trucking Company

had delivered 5,000 feet
of six-inch pipe

to a lakefront warehouse owned
by Jake Guzik.

Jack, call Captain Johnson.

Tell him to pick up
the truck drivers

who were supposed to make
the deliveries down here.

Check.

Lee.

HOBSON:
Strange place to put a pipe.

Guess Guzik figured as long
as we couldn't find it,

we'd keep on looking for it.

Eliot, I talked to Johnson.

-He's been trying to reach us.
-What for?

They just found the body
of Guzik's right-hand man.

Sully? Where?

Up in Michigan, a railroad
junction called Track City.

Somebody filled him
full of lead.

Railroad junction.

This is one card I don't think
Mr. Guzik put in the deck.

(whistle blows)

WINCHELL: At 11:37 p.m.,
passenger express 601

roared through Fayetteville.

Moments later, Moran and
his men took over control.

Meanwhile, Eliot Ness
and The Untouchables

arrived in Track City,
Michigan,

at 1:55 in the morning.

They sent out an urgent call

for the local
railroad dispatcher

and inspected every corner
of the warehouse.

The search had uncovered
three cases of bootleg hooch.

I've been at this company
for 11 and a half years,

and you can ask anybody,
I'm an honest, God-fearing man.

What's an honest,
God-fearing man doing

with three cases
of bootleg whiskey

hidden in his utility closet?

It's kind of a Christmas bonus.

From who? Lane?

Well, no, not exactly.

All right, Mr. Peterson,
we got no time to play games.

You better tell us
where that liquor came from

or you'll spend Christmas
in jail.

Well, I've been watching them
bring that stuff in here

and loading them boxcars
for three nights.

Who's them?

I don't know; I never saw
them before in my life,

and I never saw so much liquor.

They won't miss
them three cases.

Get him out of here.

-Let's go, fella.
-Well, they... they was crooks.

It's not against the law
to steal from crooks, is it?

-Come on, let's go.
-Well, I know my rights.

Here you are, Mr. Ness.

We emptied Sully's pockets.

Thanks.

Oh, uh, will you be wanting
to talk to the janitor again?

No, let him go.

All right.

Eliot, this is Mr. Purcell,
the railroad freight agent.

Mr. Purcell, we appreciate
your coming down here.

It's a terrible thing, terrible.

Did your office
authorize a train

to leave this siding tonight?

Yes, sir, six to eight
carloads of apples.

It's due in Chicago at 7:55 a.m.

Where's that train now?

It had to wait for the limited
at Fayetteville.

That's about 20 miles from here.

What's the next stop?

Hillsgrove, and after that,

it's routed straight
through to Chicago.

Can we have it held
at Hillsgrove?

For how long?

Long enough for us to get there
and search it?

Search it? What for?

We have reason, Mr. Purcell,

to believe
your so-called apple train

is carrying enough
illegal alcohol

to flood the entire city
of Chicago.

Get me the railroad
dispatcher's office.

I'd appreciate it, Mr. Ness,

if you'd get over there
as quickly as possible.

This kind of delay plays havoc
with our schedules.

We're on our way.

Hollister,
put this on the telegraph.

Hold the Chicago-bound freight
at Hillsgrove

until further orders.

Right.

WINCHELL:
At the siding

where the apple train stood
in readiness,

Moran's men had intercepted
Purcell's telegraph message

and moved into swift action.

Meanwhile,
Eliot Ness and his men

were speeding
toward Hillsgrove.

Something's gone wrong;
they're gonna hold you

at Hillsgrove
to search the train.

Okay, that's your cue.

Get that trainload of apples
on the track.

-What time am I due
at Hillsgrove? -5:28.

I'll send up a signal
when the track's clear.

Better move us off the siding
till we get the go-ahead.

Whoever's searching that train
better like apples.

Want to open any more cars,
Mr. Ness?

No, that'll be all.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Could it be that janitor
was lying?

With Sully and Lane dead,

he'd be implicating himself
in a double murder.

Well, if the liquor was loaded,
where is it?

The one place it can be,

another train somewhere
between here and Chicago.

Guzik just waiting
to get his hands on it.

He's not the only one.

Well, we know one thing for sure.

It can't leave the tracks.

Sooner or later,
it's got to get to Chicago.

When it does,
I'll be there waiting for it.

WINCHELL: When the Untouchables
arrived in Chicago,

they went directly
to the offices

of the chief freight agent.

We're convinced
the liquor's coming

into the Chicago freight yards.

Well, Mr. Ness,
if what you say is true,

it's already here.

What do you mean?

Well, the train
you searched last night

never left Hillsgrove.

It was abandoned
on the siding.

And there's no doubt
an alternate train

came into the yards last night.

Search that train immediately.

I'm afraid it's not that easy,
Mr. Ness.

Why not?

Because we haven't
the remotest idea where it is.

How hard can it be to find?

After all,
there were 68 freight cars.

Needles in a haystack.

I don't follow you.

Look out here.

Since this time
yesterday morning,

1,200 freight trains
have entered or left Chicago.

There are 80,000
loaded freight cars

in this terminal district.

Of that number, perhaps 50,000
look exactly alike.

The only way to find the ones
you're looking for

is by the serial number,

providing you know the numbers
to begin with.

No, I'm afraid that the only man
who can help you find those cars

is the man who brought them in,
Mr. Ness.

His name is Jake Guzik.

He's been trying to help us
for two weeks.

Maybe it's time we thanked him.

Gentlemen.

(lively jazz plays)

-(knocking)
-Yeah?

Mr. Guzik?

Yeah, what is it?

-T's Ness.
-Ness.

What about him?

He's outside in the dance hall.

What's he doing here?

He's just watching them dance.

You don't look so tough to me,
Mr. Ness.

In fact, you look like
a pushover.

If I weren't a gentlemen,
I might say the same for you.

Uh, well, if it isn't
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Beat it.

Come on, come on, beat it.

What do you want?

That's not a very nice way
to greet an old friend, Jake.

Well, for an old friend
like you, I got no time.

Jake, something I think
you ought to know.

dd

Sully?

Sully...

Sully; I don't know anybody
by that name.

That's funny, Jake.

It says right here...

"For Sully, in appreciation.

Jake Guzik, May 1928."

Oh, that Sully.

I haven't seen him
in quite a while.

Not liable to either, Jake.

He's dead.

Oh, that's too bad.

Uh...

Well, y-you know
where they got him?

Uh, I'd like to send him
some flowers.

Don't you want to send flowers
to the other guy, too?

What other guy?

See, it's this way.

In Michigan, there's a little
town called Track City.

(whispers):
Hurry up, Rico.

Whoever killed him
didn't take any chances.

Sully was shot six times.

And let's hope
the last five weren't necessary.

Now, if you don't mind,
I got work to do.

You're finished, Guzik.

When I'm finished,
you come around here

with a warrant for my arrest,
not with your big mouth.

Now, do me a favor, will you?

Let go of the arm.

(lively music playing,
crowd chatter)

(door closes)

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Yeah, just a minute.

It's Striber.
He says it's urgent.

You're dumb! Dumb!

What is it?

Think they're looking
for the microphone.

Well, that's that.

Nothing at all?

No. We got about four words
when Mac answered the telephone.

MAC:
Yeah, just a minute.

It's Striber.
He says it's urgent.

GUZIK:
You're dumb! Dumb!

Striber?

Is it possible Moran's mixed up
in all this?

With Guzik, anything's possible.

Lee, you better put a trace
on Striber.

-See what you can find out.
-Right.

Let's hear it again.

(lively instrumental music
playing, chatter and laughter)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Now, Jake, what happened?

We were cut off.

Never mind what happened.

What took you so long to call?

I couldn't shake Moran.

Jake, I got something
to tell you.

Sully's dead.

Oh, never mind about that.

Where's the booze?

It's here, Jake.

27th Street freight yard.

Can I get my trucks in there?

No. They'll have
to be moved first.

Oh. And Moran wants
to talk to me

before he makes the move, huh?

(sighs)
How'd you know that?

I wrote the book, sonny boy.

How much more is he asking, huh?

STRIBER:
Half a million.

Where and when?

Tonight, 11:00.

Maintenance barn

on the Sutton Street side
of the yards.

I'll be there.

What about Ness?

I'll take care of Ness.

WINCHELL:
Later that evening,

the Untouchables waited outside
the Dreamland Casino

for what they knew
must be Guzik's final move.

(engine starting)

(tires screeching)

What do we do now?

Hope Hobson has Striber.

(coins clink, bell dings)

(phone ringing)

(door opening)

(phone ringing)

Hello. Ness.

Hello. Hello.

Anybody there? Hello!

NESS:
Hello. Anybody there?

Eliot, I followed Striber
to a maintenance barn

at the 27th Street
freight yards.

Better bring help.

Right now.

Nice you could come, Jake.

With an old friend like you,
how could I refuse?

-Where's the booze?
-Where's the money?

In there.

There were expenses
I didn't figure on.

Half a million.

Sounds fair enough.
Give him the money.

$250,000 we agreed upon
and a half a million expenses.

(rifling through money)

What's the matter?

Nothing.

So, where's the booze?

In 48 hours.

Why the delay?

So I can check out this money.

You're right, Bugs.

That money is so hot,
you couldn't give it away.

All right, all right.

Let's stop playing games
with each other.

You give me the booze,

and I'll give exactly
what we agreed upon.

Whistle for it, fat boy.

You had enough grief
this last year, Bugs.

Don't make me kill you.

You won't kill me, Jake.

Why not?

Without that booze,
you're finished,

and I'm the only guy
that can give it to you.

You overlooked one thing, Bugs.

Striber?

All right, Striber,
you made your bed.

Now, go over there
and lie on it.

Hold it!

Anybody makes a move,

I put a bullet
right in your fat mouth, Jake.

Oh, you don't need
no trouble, Bugs.

You won't shoot me.

No, not if you play it smart.

All I'm gonna do is eliminate
your ace in the hole.

Striber!

(gunshots, glass breaking)

Hold it! Hold it!

Striber!

(gunshot)

dd

dd

(gunshots)

Striber, hold it!

(coughing)

Where is the liquor train,
Striber?

Which one is it?

(Striber coughs)

(bell clanging, train chugging)

You all right?

Yeah.

Well, we got Guzik and Moran
and a half a dozen others,

but no one wants to say anything
about the whiskey.

-No need to.
-What do you mean?

It's right here.

(bell clanging)

WINCHELL: The deal between
Jake Guzik and Bugs Moran,

perhaps the two
strangest bedfellows

in the history of crime,
ended disastrously.

Jake Guzik could never recover
from the loss

of six million dollars
of bootleg liquor.

The people of the United States
went to the polls

to repeal the Volstead Act
once and for all.

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