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Mr. Ness?

I guess you don't remember me.

Sorry, I...

It was a little dinner
at the Russells'.

You and your wife were there.

My name is LaMarr.

Look, if I'm disturbing you...

No, no, no. I wasn't
hungry anyway.

Won't you sit down?

Thanks, Mr. Ness.

I just wanted to tell you

I've been reading
about the Newberry case

and it just doesn't
seem to be any justice.

Well, that's the way
it goes, sometimes.

I think it's just rotten.

After all, this fellow Imbry,
he did agree to testify.

And then, losing his
nerve at the last second...

After all, your whole case
depended on him, didn't it?

Pretty much.

Of course, it's as plain as day

that he couldn't have gotten
away without some help.

I mean, somebody got paid off.

I can't discuss the
case, Mr. LaMarr.

Of course, I realize that. I
shouldn't have bothered...

Maybe this will take
the sting out of it.

Don't worry about the picture.

That's your receipt
for the 20 grand.

Who set this up?

Come on. I can put you
away for attempted bribery

for five years. Now come on.

What's the matter, Ness?
Isn't 20 grand enough?

The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

Tonight's episode:
"Mexican Stake-Out".

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Martin Landau.

And Vince Edwards.

Chicago, Illinois,
October 1st, 1932.

In 32 hours in closed session,

Judge McGinness
would consider evidence

against a racketeer
named Theodore Newberry.

The owner of gambling
parlors, speakeasies

and houses of prostitution.

Justice was finally about
to catch up with this man.

The key witness in the
case against Newberry

was an obscure clerk at
City Hall named Julius Imbry.

To protect this witness,

police guarded his
home 24 hours a day.

Bottoms up. Good!

Newberry.

Mr. Newberry,
it's Jerry Fanning.

What do you mean, "no"?

Uh... I, uh, missed.

You missed.

You... Jerry.

You know I didn't wanna do that.

But you're getting careless.

I'm paying you good money

to take care of
these little things.

I'm sure you're not
gonna miss again.

No more music, baby.
Got to break this up.

Sorry, that's all.
Nice of you to come.

There'll be other nights.

Okay, commissioner,
the party is over.

The evidence against Newberry

have been gathered by
a group of special agents

headed by Eliot Ness,
known as the Untouchables.

Following the attempt
to kill Julius Imbry,

Ness arranged with the police

for the witness to
be secretly moved

to a small South Side hotel,

where every precaution
was taken to protect him.

Sergeant Gallivan?

Yeah? Whelan, 28th Precinct.

This is my partner, Dottweiler.
We've come for your boy.

Twenty-eight? This ain't
none of 28's business.

It is now.

The commissioner
got an anonymous tip

that somebody might
be trying to heist Imbry.

He wants him moved again.

Tonight? When he
goes to court tomorrow?

That don't make sense.

I'll tell the commissioner
you said so.

Nobody's supposed
to know Imbry's here.

Big secret. Read the letter.

You recognize the
commissioner's signature, don't you?

All right, Mr. Imbry,
on your feet.

Look, I don't think I can...

Come on, Imbry,
you're checking out.

What's going on
here? My glasses.

What do you mean waking me up?

The hearing will
now come to order.

The prosecution
would like to request

a temporary postponement
of this hearing.

On what grounds?

On the grounds
that the chief witness

against the defendant
has mysteriously

and unaccountably vanished.

Postponement granted.

My golly, I wish I could have
seen the look on Ness' face.

That really would
have put a cherry on it.

You know you almost have
to feel sorry for that Ness.

A whole year's work
gone down the sewer.

Is that where he is?

Huh? Who?

Imbry.

Wish I knew.

I was just as
surprised as anybody.

I'll bet you were.

My solemn word
of honor, Fanning.

I had nothing to do with it.

Somebody got him
out of that hotel room.

Look, there's plenty of
guys down at City Hall

who didn't want
that punk to testify.

Now, don't get me wrong,
I was looking for Imbry.

The dirty little punk.

Make no mistake about it,

if I could have found
him, he'd be in a sewer.

Hm. Well, I only hope he's
not walking around loose,

because Ness is gonna be
looking for him too, you know.

Even those City Hall idiots
wouldn't be that careless.

The man is too
dangerous to be loose.

Fanning.

I want you to see this man.

He'll know the score.

Not in his office. Wait
till he goes out to dinner.

He always eats at the
City Hall Bar and Grill.

If Imbry is alive,
find out where.

We'll correct that situation.

There was a leak.
They knew the hotel,

the room number, and the name
of the officer outside the door.

He was either asleep
or they got to him.

They handed him
an authorization.

It would've fooled anybody.

Department stationary.

That's the
commissioner's signature.

Or a darned good forgery.

It took us a year
to dig up Imbry.

They got him back
in five minutes.

Think there's a chance
we can find him?

What good's a
dead witness? Yeah.

We don't know he's dead.

If we could even find the body,

maybe we could
backtrack to Newberry.

Murder isn't a federal offense.

We could turn the evidence
over to local authorities.

Sure. The commissioner.

Mr. Ness?

I guess you don't remember me.

Sorry, I...

It was a little dinner
at the Russells'.

You and your wife were there.

My name is LaMarr.

Look, if I'm disturbing you...

No, no, no. I wasn't
hungry anyway.

Won't you sit down?

Thanks, Mr. Ness.

I just wanted to tell you,

I've been reading
about the Newberry case

and there just doesn't
seem to be any justice.

Well, that's the way
it goes, sometimes.

Well, I think it's just rotten.

After all, this fellow Imbry,
he did agree to testify.

And then, losing his
nerve at the last second...

After all, your whole case
depended on him, didn't it?

Pretty much.

Of course, it's as plain as day,

that he couldn't have gotten
away without some help.

I mean, somebody got paid off.

I can't discuss the
case, Mr. LaMarr.

Of course, I realize that. I
shouldn't have bothered...

Maybe this will take
the sting out of it.

Don't worry about the picture.

That's your receipt
for the 20 grand.

Who set this up?

Come on. I can put you
away for attempted bribery

for five years. Now come on.

What's the matter, Ness?
Isn't 20 grand enough?

We're gonna find Imbry.

Dead or alive?

Dead or alive.

Get your lines out to
every contact in town:

Stool pigeons, beat cops,
cab drivers, the whole works.

Marty? Yeah?

Grill everybody at the hotel
for a lead on those two men.

Got it. The desk
clerk, the elevator boy,

anybody who saw them
and show the mug shots.

Rossi. You go to the DA Have
him sweat the commissioner

until he explains
about that authorization.

Where are the others?
Running down a lead.

We made a few calls of our own.

Just one question, Eliot.

What made you mad?

With a smear campaign in the
newspapers providing incentive,

the Untouchables
combed Chicago for a lead

on the missing
witness, Julius Imbry.

A cab driver gave
Youngfellow the first lead.

The men had driven
south on Michigan Avenue.

The trail petered out
almost immediately.

The cops on the
beat had seen nothing.

The search continued for Imbry,

but the Untouchables
were not alone.

Theodore Newberry was also
trying to find the same man.

He's alive.

The City Hall boys
ran him outta town.

Yeah, I know that, Jerry.

Don't you think we ought to
find him before Ness does?

I'm gonna take care of
Mr. Ness and the Untouchables

once and for all.

What, with that
payoff picture? Ah.

That's only just the openers.

You see, people believe
that every man has his price.

Where there's
smoke, there's fire.

All we gotta do is
make enough smoke.

How?

We're gonna lure Mr. Ness
to Mexico to look for Imbry.

You're gonna be down there.

Only this time,

we aren't gonna
miss, are we, Jerry?

When Mr. Ness is
never heard of again,

what are the people gonna think
about the holy Untouchables?

Huh?

And just how are we gonna
lure Mr. Ness down there?

I mean, what are you
gonna use for bait, huh?

Imbry. Huh?

He's in Mexico.

Yes, mister?

Mind if I use your phone?

Sure, soon as he gets...

Uh, somebody here
phoned for a cab?

I did, let's go.

Did you hear what he said?
He never even got near them.

Don't let it get you down, Pop.

Where are you taking us?

I thought you might wanna
see the sights. Heh-heh-heh.

Are you Jerry Fanning?
Yeah, that's me.

What did Newberry do to you?
Why are you ratting on him?

What, do you need reasons?

Look, I'm willing to tell
you a couple of things.

Mr. Ness asked you a question.

All right.

Newberry added a
new girl to his collection.

I heard about it a
couple weeks ago.

Last night, I saw her.

My kid sister.

I told him to lay
off, she's only 17.

He didn't say a word.
This was his answer.

Where's Imbry? Your boy got him?

No, not yet.

Not yet?

He heisted him out
of the Magruder Hotel.

No, no, no. The City Hall boys.

Gave him ten thousand
bucks and put him on a train.

Which City Hall boys?

I don't know that.
Newberry don't either.

But he's mad.

He wants Imbry dead.

What's he doing about it?

Sending Freddy Metcalf.

Where?

Mexico.

That's where Imbry went

to enjoy his $10,000.

Until Freddy Metcalf
catches up with him.

Fanning gave quite a performance
right down to the black eye.

You should have heard
that bit about his kid sister.

Eliot.

Fred Metcalf's
taking a trip all right.

I stood right behind
him at Union Station

while he made his reservation.

To Mexico? Yeah.

The Rock Island to Kansas
City, leaving at midnight tomorrow.

He's got a compartment
on the Santa Fe Flyer,

then straight
through to El Paso.

There, he connects
with the N.R.M.

south to Chihuahua, Mexico.

That clinches it, doesn't it?

If Imbry's alive, Mexico would
be the safest place for him.

There's no way we
can get him back.

Get a warrant and
have him extradited.

If he'd committed a crime

or if he was a
witness at a trial, yes,

but not for an investigation.

Metcalf can go down
there and murder Imbry

and we can't lift a finger to
bring him back, not legally.

Eliot, you can't go down there.

I can, as a tourist.

You have no jurisdiction.

You can't ask the
Mexican authorities

for help even if you find Imbry.

Metcalf will lead me to him.

And Metcalf will have help.

All right. So it's
a calculated risk.

Eliot, the odds... What
am I supposed to do?

Sit here and twiddle my
thumbs while the papers work out

a nice obituary for
the Untouchables?

Listen to this:

"Speculation among
citizens of Chicago

"regarding Eliot Ness
and his Untouchables

"continues to mount.

"A few hours before
the grand jury convened,

"Julius Imbry vanished
from the Hotel Magruder.

"How? Why? Who was paid off?

"Just how untouchable
are the Untouchables?

"In light of the unusual picture
reprinted on our front page,

"the Star feels that
the public is entitled

"to ask this question:

'What was in that
envelope, Mr. Ness?'"

Nobody's gonna
believe that stuff.

Everybody knows that scandal
sheet is owned by Ted Newberry.

People will believe anything

if they shout it loud
enough and long enough.

We're in a spot, Marty.

And the only way we'll
prove ourselves again

is to put Imbry on that stand.

Marty's right. You won't
prove anything dead.

Metcalf is a hired killer.

There must be a
way to handle him.

You're not going
to Mexico alone.

No, I've called Washington
for Nick Delgado.

He knows the language,
the country and the customs.

Hey, Bill?

What's Spanish
for "rest in peace"?

At midnight on October 5th,

Fred Metcalf, hired killer,

left Chicago en route
to El Paso, Texas.

On the same train were
Eliot Ness and Nick Delgado.

Metcalf never left
his compartment.

His meals were served to him.

In their own compartment,
Ness and Delgado waited.

On October the 6th,

the night before they
were due in El Paso,

they made their move.

Now.

Excuse me, sir. Coming through.

He changed his mind.

He sure did.

Yeah?

Your sandwich, sir.

Oh, okay.

Hold it.

Hey.

We're federal men.

Well, for Pete's sake,

they pass a law
against a roast beef?

What do you want with
me? Where's Imbry?

Who? Julius Imbry.

I never heard of him.

I guess we'll have to
refresh his memory.

Oh, hey now, look.

Now... Now, come on.

Look, I'm just going
to Texas for a rest.

I asked you a question.

I never heard of,
uh, what's-his-name.

You know what's-his-name.
Now, where is he?

May I be struck
dead if I'm lying.

I don't know where Imbry is.

Aah! Hey!

How will you kill him if
you don't know where he is?

I gotta meet a guy.
He's supposed to know.

Come again. No, no, honest.

It's Newberry's man
down at Chihuahua.

He knows where Imbry is.

I only know how to find
the man in Chihuahua.

What's his name?

Guzman. Aquiles Guzman.

He's keeping track
of Imbry till I get there.

You know Guzman's
address? Yeah, sure.

What's he look
like? Describe him.

I never seen the guy. I
only know where to find him.

If you're lying, you're
going out that window.

No, it's the truth.
The honest truth.

May I drop dead right
here in this Pullman.

Hey, look I got his
address right here, look.

Right here on this slip of
paper. Look, I go to him, see?

He tells me where
Imbry's got to,

I go there and I shoot him.

Put him in the cooler.

Aah! Hey!

If you're thinking what
I think you're thinking,

Guzman doesn't know
what Metcalf looks like.

So you plan to pose as Metcalf
and make off with Imbry, huh?

That's what I was thinking.

But what if Metcalf was lying

and Guzman spots
you as a ringer?

It's an even bet.

No, it isn't, Eliot.

Even if Guzman accepts you,

all you have to do is
say one wrong thing.

Make one slip, and
you'll never walk out alive.

Let's have another
talk with Metcalf.

What more is he gonna tell us?

All the answers.
The story of his life.

Hey! Oof! Hey!

When the train
pulled in to El Paso

on the morning
of October the 7th,

Eliot Ness was
ready to pass himself

as Newberry's hired killer.

Keep him locked in there

until they haul
this car to the yard.

And have the El Paso
police book him for anything.

Why don't you wait
until I can go with you?

I can't risk it, Nick.

I'm traveling on
Metcalf's ticket.

I've got to keep his schedule.

If you catch the next train,

you'll only be four
hours behind me.

Okay, but I'll be coming
in like the Marines.

Well, here goes Mr. Metcalf.

And now back to
the Untouchables.

At El Paso, traveling
on Fred Metcalf's ticket,

Ness made his connection
with the Mexican local

that would take
him to Chihuahua.

Señor Metcalf? Guzman send you?

Sí, señor. I have
a machine waiting.

Señor Metcalf, señor.

Come in, señor, come
in. You are prompt.

For once that miserable
train was on time.

Newberry likes things
to happen on schedule.

Señor Newberry, yes. How is he?

Pretty well. Oh, splendid.

You do not speak
our language, señor?

Not that language.

And being a cautious man,
in a suspicious profession,

it makes you uneasy to
hear things said in a tongue

which you do not understand.

Heh. You needn't
fear, Señor Metcalf.

I was merely instructing my man
to bring in some refreshments.

It has been a
dusty trip for you.

Please sit down.

Thanks.

And now, señor,
how may I serve you?

And through you my ancient
friend, Señor Newberry.

Don't you know?

You must forgive me, señor.

It is simply my way of
making conversation.

Of course, I know what
you wish to discover.

The location of a
certain Señor Imbry.

However... Yes?

I would like to offer
you some breakfast first.

To the successful completion
of your labors, señor.

About Imbry.

There's a small town

about 450 kilometers
southwest of Chihuahua.

That is where
your bird has flown.

I thought you had him here.

Please, señor.

I occupy a position of
importance in Chihuahua.

How would it appear if
violence should occur here?

No, señor, this is not Chicago.

All right, how do I find him?

I have a friend in Topolobampo.

He should undoubtedly
lead you to him.

My friend's name is
Charcas, Maximilano Charcas.

Charcas. Topolobampo.
How do I get there?

There's a bus.

It leaves from the plaza
at quarter to 9 each night.

The trip takes nine hours.

It's an extraordinarily
uncomfortable bus.

It frequently breaks
down along the way,

and you will not discover
among your fellow passengers,

anyone you would welcome
into your drawing room.

You should thank me, Señor Ness,

for saving you from such
an unpleasant journey.

You know, I must
congratulate you

on your impersonation
of Señor Metcalf.

It was letter-perfect.
Unfortunately...

It was a trap right
from the start.

Of course. My friend,
Señor Newberry,

he informs me that
you were becoming

a formidable nuisance to him.

He just passed it
on to you, Guzman.

I got a gun under the table
pointed right at your insides.

All your man has to
do is lean on that knife.

I'd still be pumping lead
into you after I was dead.

On the other hand, you
may not have a gun at all.

You want to call me, Charlie?

You know what the ante is.

Yes. A fifty-fifty chance.

You either have
the gun or you don't.

In the States we call
this a Mexican standoff.

I've heard the expression.

What do you call it in Mexico?

The moment of truth.

You may remove
the knife, Simojovel.

And now, señor,
shall we negotiate?

I got your message
at the station.

The train was an
hour and a half late.

Mine was right on time.

What happened at Guzman's?

We negotiated.

Negotiated?

He told me where
to look for Imbry.

I didn't tell the Mexican
police anything about him.

There was no trouble then?

A little.

You think Guzman will
send word on ahead of us?

Of course he will.

Metcalf was a plant.
He was supposed to talk.

What really happened
at Guzman's?

It was close. Topolobampo
won't be so easy.

And Imbry probably
isn't even there.

No, I think he is.

He's the bait. They
know I got to try for him.

If I get lost
someplace in Mexico

there'd be only one conclusion.

Yeah, when the price is right,

the Untouchables
aren't so untouchable.

The only question
they'd ask was,

how much were you paid?

Yeah.

If I get lost
someplace in Mexico,

you gotta come
out with the truth.

You gotta be trailer man.

Look, I got a better plan.

I'll pose as Metcalf.
They'll think I'm you.

Wait a minute.

I speak the language, Eliot.

When people think
you don't understand,

they get careless
and talk too much.

It's my show, Nick, not yours.

This isn't a game of solitaire.

Besides, I'll have an advantage.

I'll have you covering for me.

Don't forget your bag.

The seacoast village
of Topolobampo

was 270 miles
south of Chihuahua.

On the way, the bus
broke down three times.

The trip took ten hours.

Ness had reluctantly
agreed to the new plan.

At the time, Delgado's
knowledge of the language

seemed like a
definite advantage.

Guzman's instructions on how
to contact Charcas was simple.

Señor Metcalf was to
register at the hotel and wait.

Room 11, Señor Metcalf.

This way, señor.

Well, everything's just fine.

Here you are.

Gracias, señor, gracias.

If you should need
the services of a guide?

No, thanks.

I know all the
points of interest:

Bars, dance halls, pretty girls.

Not interested.

Unusual sights, and
Señor Julius Imbry?

Charcas?

Maximilano Charcas.

To Americanos, Max.

Fred Metcalf.

Of course, Señor Metcalf.

You signed the register.

You will go to Señor Imbry now?

Where is he?

It's a few miles, but I
have a cart and donkey.

We will use the
back door, señor.

Look. Why don't you
give me five minutes.

I'd like to change my clothes.
I'll meet you out in the lobby.

What room is Mr. Metcalf in?

Señor Metcalf checked
in a few minutes ago.

What room?

Number 11.

It's empty.

In that case,
señor, he went out.

Not through the lobby.
Is there a back door?

A back door? Yes, señor.
There is indeed a back door.

But why should he
use the back door?

Where's the bellhop?
Maybe he saw him leave.

Who? The bellhop.

Please, señor. This
is a very small hotel.

We have no bellhops.

Then who was the
man who took the bag?

Oh, him.

But he doesn't work here.
Only sometimes as a guide.

All right, what's his
name? Where do I find him?

No one finds Max, señor.

He finds you.

Max? Max Charcas?

Naturally.

All right, little man, give.

Where do I find Charcas?

I swear, señor... I said give.

There is a man.

Pascual.

Imbry? Mm-hm.

Look.

Charcas, you chump.

You brought the wrong man.

No, this is the one.

He registered as
Señor Fred Metcalf.

Where's Ness?

I wish I could help you.

You have, stupid, you have.

When Ness realizes
we've got you here,

he's sure to show up in person.

We'll wait for him.

Get the boat ready, Max.

The trap baited for Eliot Ness
had closed on the wrong man.

Working alone in a strange town

where he didn't even
speak the language,

Ness grimly set out to
track down Max Charcas.

The hotel clerk had
given Ness one lead.

Charcas could usually be found

in the company of a
man named Pascual.

Look, is your name Pascual?

Oh, Señor Americano.

He told me you spoke English.

English. Do you
understand English?

Oh, Señor.

This is important.
I'm looking for a man.

I'm looking for a
man called Charcas.

You understand? Max
Charcas. Oh, sí, señor.

Look, I told you I
don't speak Spanish.

I don't understand Spanish.

I'm looking for a fellow
called Charcas. Max Charcas.

Oh. Don't make me
shoot you, Delgado.

I've got a deal with
Guzman and Max.

No bodies on Mexican soil.

But Mexican waters,
that's something else again.

With time running out,
Ness tracked Pascual

to the one man in town who
he was sure could translate:

the padre.

He says he hasn't seen
Charcas since early this morning.

He doesn't know where he is.

Well, Father, please ask him

if there's anybody
who might know.

Casa de Lucita.

En la casa de Lucita?

He says he spends most
of his time at Lucita's house.

Father, please.

Look... Look, Father...

Father, it's important.

Will you tell me
where she lives?

Go through the gate.
First door to your left.

Yeah? Who is it?

Max. FANNING: Okay.

Well, well, here we are
amigos. Are we all ready?

Yeah, when Ness gets here.

Are you fond of the sea, señor?

He will be, when he
sees your boat, Max.

The same boat he uses to
run Ted's booze up the coast in.

That'll hand you a
laugh, won't it Delgado?

You and Ness going for a ride

in one of Newberry's rumrunners.

Does Newberry think
this will save his hide?

I guess he must, huh?

Why else would he
go to all this trouble?

Look, as soon as word gets back

that we're dead,
you're in for it.

No word's gonna get back.

You and Ness took your
payoff and disappeared.

I hope you are not giving
to the sea sickness, amigo.

We are going to travel with you
down past the Cabo San Lucas.

That way, the current
will carry you out to sea,

not back to our shore here.

It is several miles
down around the point.

Shall we go now?

When Ness gets
here and not before.

The agreement was two
passengers out, none back.

One, two.

He is not Ness.

We leave now or forget
the whole business.

The tide don't wait.

Ha-ha. Okay.

I'll get Ness later. We'll
take these two, huh?

One thing's for sure.

Ness won't take a
powder without these two.

Okay, let's go. Come on.

I wish I had my glasses.

I'd like to be able to really
see something once again.

The scenery isn't worth it.

I'm looking for a
girl named Lucita.

Then you will have
good luck, señor.

There are many girls in
this town named Lucita.

Well, this one is special.
She's a friend of Max Charcas.

It's a lie. She
hates Max Charcas.

How soon do you expect him?

Nine o'clock.

It's after midnight.

Of course. He's late.

He's always late.

Every night he say 9:00.

Why don't I wait
for him in the cantina

where I can enjoy myself?

Because I'm stupid.

Look, I've got to find him.
Give me a lead. Anything.

Where does he go when
he doesn't come to see you?

To see other women.

Who? What other women?

Is no one.

He wouldn't dare.

Please, Lucita, try to think.

A man's life may depend upon it.

I am truly sorry,
señor, I do not know.

If I know, I go then myself.

If there is another
woman, I'll kill him.

Thank you.

Be very careful, señor.

There is dew, and
these planks are slippery.

Watch them well, amigo.

Desperate men will
do desperate things.

Don't worry. Come on. Come on.

Fickle. Just like a woman.

Come on, Charcas.
Let's get, get moving, huh?

Patience, amigo.

Hm? What is it? Move over.

What do you want?

Hey, look, you.

Don't try anything, huh?

You're gonna be all right
now. Just take it easy.

Now take it easy.

Oh, leave me alone.

Look!

I told you not to try anything.

There. It should start now.

Max, you're gonna
run down the battery.

It can't be the gasoline.
Where is that dipstick?

Out of gas, chum?

Impossible. I filled
it myself today.

Where's the nearest gas station?

Just this side of
the mission house.

But the owner will
be asleep at this hour.

But he will be
delighted to oblige you,

if you tell him the gasoline
is for Señor Charcas.

No, you tell him.

No, amigo.

If you wish me to
continue in this matter,

you will go for the gasoline.

I just as soon plug these
guys and head for the border

and forget this
whole boat business.

You will never
arrive at the border.

Señor Guzman would see to that.

The understanding
was that no bodies

are to be found in Mexico.

Look, you keep
stalling, Charcas,

and they'll find these
bodies in your boathouse.

Now what's it gonna be?

Why don't you get it over
with? Just don't torture me.

Easy, take it easy.

Big hero, huh, Delgado?

When you see Ness
isn't gonna pull you out,

you won't be such a
hero. You'll scream.

Get up.

Now, look, you
try that once more

and you get it
right in the belly.

You little man. You canary.

They wind you up
and you start singing.

It's your fault, you and Ness.

You promised me protection.

Easy. Take it easy.
You're not dead yet, Imbry.

You know, buddy boy,

you really got a big problem.

Here, you got this habit
that's crowding you to death.

Why don't you shut up, huh?

And Charcas leaving
you out on a limb like that.

He's been gone too long.

He's not gonna come
back, and you know it.

Shut up.

And if you kill us here,

you'll never get
out of Mexico alive.

Shut up.

You're stuck, Fanning.

You've got just one
chance. Run for it.

You still making book, Delgado?

What's the price now?

Yeah, who is it? Who is it?

It's me, Max. You alone?

No, I brought
Señor Ness with me.

Are you all right?
Yeah. Sorry, Eliot.

You're sorry.

I was supposed to come
in like the Marines, not you.

That's Imbry.

Ready to testify, Mr. Imbry?

Yes. I never wanted to come
down here in the first place.

The food doesn't agree with me.

Besides, I left my
glasses behind.

The D.A. will be
happy to see you.

- If you think you can extra...
- Extradition? Easy.

We know you didn't snatch Imbry.

But Newberry went to a lot
of trouble to prove you did.

We better move.

The investigation reconvenes
Monday morning at 9.

I promised the D.A. we'd
be there. Now, come on.

Oh, remind me when we get to
the station to send a telegram.

Is the prosecution prepared
to present its evidence?

Yes, thank you.
I'll call Julius Imbry.

Gentlemen.

I'm awfully sorry, I
forgot to sign this.

On October 14th, 1932,

the grand jury
heard the evidence

against Theodore Newberry,
and handed up a true bill.

Largely due to the
testimony of Julius Imbry,

the witness provided
by the Untouchables,

Newberry was indicted
and ordered to stand trial.

And subsequently
found guilty of all charges.

The Untouchables.