All language subtitles for The Untouchables - S01E05 (The Jake Lingle Killing)

Hiya, Joe.

Hey, Mr. Lingle. What do you
got that's going good today?

Roaming in the
third at Lincoln Park.

Thanks, Mr. Lingle.

Murderer! Stop
that man! Murderer!

The Untouchables.

A Desilu production.

Tonight's episode:
"The Jake Lingle Killing."

Starring Robert Stack.

Costarring Charles McGraw.

And special guest
star Jack Lord.

Geographically, Chicago always
had its North and South Side.

In the early 1930s,

these terms had a
very special significance:

They referred to the
territories of rival gangs.

The North Side was
controlled by Barney Birch.

Everything south
of Madison Street

belonged to the Viale
brothers, Augie and Vito.

The line of demarcation
was never clearly drawn,

and the territories overlapped
and were often in dispute.

The result: gang war.

Charlie!

Tonight, two unidentified gunmen

held up the Club
Chapeau on Granger Street.

Paragraph.

Seven patrons of the club
were forced to face the wall

while the gunmen
rifled the till of $2,000.

Right. Give me the city desk.

Before making their escape,

the holdup men emptied
their guns into the bar.

There were no casualties.

Hello, Sam. This is Jake Lingle.

You want notes or dictation?

The proprietor was unable
to furnish any description.

That's all.

Chicago's smoldering gang
war erupted again tonight

on the Near North
Side when two gunmen

invaded Barney Birch's
territory and demolished

the Club Chapeau's
liquor supply with gunfire.

The shooting was in retaliation
for the hijacking two months ago

of a Viale brothers' warehouse.

The police are investigating.

Yeah, take it away.

Hey, Jake, where'd
you get your story?

Same source, the desk sergeant.

That's funny. He didn't
say anything to me

about Birch or
the Viale brothers.

How could he?

The papers won't be on
the streets for four hours yet.

That's just about the
time that Augie Viale

will be sitting down
to his breakfast.

He shouldn't read
when he's eating.

It'll give him indigestion.

That's what I mean.
Then what happens?

Maybe he'll cancel
his subscription.

I don't make the
news, I just write it.

You know, that
guy could be wrong.

Some day, he'll make news.

Hiya, Joe.

Hey, Mr. Lingle. What do you
got that's going good today?

Roaming in the
third at Lincoln Park.

Thanks, Mr. Lingle.

Murderer! Stop
that man! Murderer!

Stop that man! Murderer!

This man needs a
doctor. Hurry, get a doctor.

He's been shot in the back.

The city of Chicago
turned out en masse

for the funeral of Jake Lingle.

It was the first time in our
history that a newspaperman

had been killed
by one of the mobs.

The public was furious.

Hiya, boys.

It's okay.

What'd you and the
lieutenant talk about, Augie?

Boys, I gave the lieutenant
a lead on that killing.

I said, "You shake
down Barney Birch,

and you'll know
who got Jake Lingle."

The Viale brothers want
peace and quiet in Chicago.

Right, Vito? Right.

They had Birch and his boys in,

and they say it was
a South Side job.

That Birch.

What do you expect him to say?

It's gotta be a guy off his
rocker, like Barney Birch,

to knock off a
member of the press.

Hey, Zuta, what's
the White Sox score?

Oh, who cares.

What's the matter? You
got a pain someplace?

Yeah, yeah.

Right way back here.

Yeah, that's the spot.

What?

That's where Jake Lingle hurts.

All this heat over Lingle.

"All this heat." There's
always heat in this town.

They'll pull us all in, then
they gotta let us all go.

That's what you're
thinking, isn't it?

Yeah, sure. It'll cool off.

Unless somebody tries
to grab that reward money.

It was stupid. North
Side, South Side.

Whoever pushed
Jake Lingle was stupid.

Well, I never said no different.

All right, all right.
It was stupid.

Now, what was that
White Sox score?

Yankees, 5 and the White Sox, 2.

Ah. Yeah.

Eliot Ness and a
handful of dedicated men

known as the Untouchables,
had been waiting for a break.

They got it in the
murder of Jake Lingle.

Come in.

Hagen? Yeah.

My name's Ness.

Sit down.

This is Martin Flaherty.

Want a shot?

No.

It's good stuff. It's Canadian.

This isn't a social call, Hagen.

You got in touch with us.
Make it worth our trouble.

The Jake Lingle killing.

That isn't a federal case.

Peddle your information
to the district attorney.

Look, I'll let that
go by once, Ness,

but you call me a stoolie again

you're gonna be in the market
for some new bridgework.

My, he's sensitive, isn't he?

According to the records,
you've done time in Leavenworth

for moving a stolen
car across a state line.

So you've checked
me. Okay, I've done time.

You ran liquor into St.
Louis and Kansas City.

Before that, you ran a
private detective agency.

Been snooping, huh?

Make your proposition.

I want the Lingle killer.

For personal reasons?

Yeah, very personal.

Twenty-five thousand
dollars reward.

Oh, a bounty hunter.

You know, I have a
feeling I'm gonna work up

a big dislike for junior, here.

That'll bother him.

What do you want from us?

Not us. You.

Something for something.

You want information on the
booze operation in this town.

I can get that information.

When you raid, you shake
down everybody you get

for information
on the Lingle killer.

You can make that
deal with the police.

Yeah, why don't you? You
know what you'd get? Nothing.

Nothing.

The police in this town are on
the take, up and down the line.

But you're not?

Oh, you self-righteous
good guys.

You see things only
one way, don't you?

You God-fearing, churchgoing,
good guys. You make me sick.

You through beefing?

Yeah, all through.
Take it or leave it.

Here's an unlisted number.

Call me when you've got
something to talk about.

Better make sure you've
got something to trade.

What's your angle
on the killing?

Well, I'll tell you
this much, little man.

Lingle didn't die
for the principles

of a crusading free press.

Ask the district attorney
to explain that to you.

Nice-looking family.

Another do-gooder.

She dumped me
when I went to prison.

I keep it as a reminder.

Uh-huh.

Very tough. He's a crook.

We're not getting
married to him, Marty.

Maybe we can trade the
Lingle killing for a big grab.

What do you think he meant
by that crack about Lingle?

I'll let you know as soon
as we've talked to the DA.

To the public, Jake
Lingle is a martyr.

A newspaperman who was
killed while doing his duty.

We haven't had this kind of
public indignation in ten years.

Why was he killed?

Well, the reasons
are unimportant

if the crime forces the police
department to clean house.

That's the only way these
gangs will ever be smashed.

That puts us on the same side.

Eliot, I will use every
means at my disposal

to break up gang
rule in Chicago.

Even withholding the
truth about Jake Lingle?

Yes, because his murder
is the conscience of this city.

He's a rallying point, a slogan

to keep the temper of
the people at fever pitch.

All right, that's
what he is dead.

What about Jake Lingle alive?

Well, his newspaper
paid him $64 a week.

Last year, his
income was $50,000.

That answer your question?

Maybe he was
lucky with the horses.

He was a broker between the
mobs and the police department.

They bought protection
from Jake Lingle.

But he got ambitious.

His favors went to
the highest bidder.

That left the other
side out in the cold,

so they rubbed him out.

Who'd he double-cross?
Birch or Viale?

Well, if I knew that, Eliot,
I'd be halfway to a conviction.

But I've got to find out before
the public image of Jake Lingle

gets all muddied up.
When that happens,

there'll be no
indignation, no outcry.

Just the same, old apathy.

Maybe I can help.

I'll take your help.

I don't care where
it comes from.

That's good.

I'm not sure you'd
like the source.

Shooter's coming
out, wants eight.

Eight. That's a
winner. That's a winner.

Let it ride.

What'd you say his name was?

Bill Hagen. He wants to talk.

Well, talk to him.

You, he says.

"Barney Birch only."

All right. Bring him in.

I don't know.

You don't swing,
you don't hit anything.

Well, yeah, I
know, Barney, but...

Ah. There he is.

I'm Birch.

Got any references?

Yeah, I worked with
Lazia in Kansas City.

Hm. I'll check it.
What do you want?

Well, I got a trucker.
He's up against it.

He'll give me a good rate.

I got contacts in Kansas
City and St. Louis.

The idea is to service
the small towns within,

oh, 200 miles.

That sounds pretty
good, but it's not for me.

I got the North Side.

I service summer places,
resorts, right into Wisconsin.

No. St. Louis, Kansas
City, that's pretty far for me.

I know 50 places we
could stash it along the river.

No fed would ever find it.

Not right now, Hagen.

About the Lingle case...

Hey, what do you know
about the Lingle case?

Take it easy, Aiello.

I know about those two .38s.

You know a lot, don't you?

Yeah, you're famous.

I was about to say that the,
uh, grapevine in Kansas City

says that somebody's
gonna pay for the Lingle job.

It was stupid,
whoever pulled it.

What else it say?

The pressure's on, boys.

The cops are raiding
now, they have to.

Chicago wants that killer.

Ness and his boys
are hitting harder too.

Maybe it's time to move, huh?

Nobody from the North
Side pushed Lingle.

Maybe you should take your
deal over to the Viale brothers, huh?

Okay. I'm gonna do
business someplace.

Don't say I didn't give
you first chance, huh?

Hagen.

Come back and sit down.

Ness.

Hello, Ness? Hagen.

Hagen.

Okay, start talking.

Here's the first one. A
farmhouse, Route 45.

Nine miles past the city limits.

Has a "for rent" sign on it.

Thomas Lownes'
name is on the mailbox.

Think you can find it?

If it's worth the trouble.

Birch has a big still there.

We'll find it.

Ness, I need some cover.

You got another
source for this tip?

We got one of Birch's
gang on a previous raid.

Larry something... Rellas.

Larry Rellas.

He died in federal prison
of acute drug addiction.

We'll break it in the
papers he talked.

Will that cover you?

It'll do.

Now see if somebody
at that farmhouse

will talk about
Jake Lingle, huh?

That's the deal.

How good's your information?

It came from
Barney Birch himself.

Five-to-1, we'll get a
broken-down cooker

that Birch doesn't want anyway.

Then we'll sell it
to a junk dealer.

You know, you're putting a
lot of faith into this guy Hagen.

Let's see how much it's worth.

One at a time.

Hold it.

What's the story on Jake Lingle?

I heard he came up dead.

Who hit him?

I was out of town.
Ask somebody else.

Next one.

Next one. Get in there.

Who hit Lingle?

Nobody's sticking me.

Harry Janke.

Didn't we put you away
in Cleveland last year?

Yeah, hear it was a guy from
Cleveland who pushed him.

You're fishing.

I gotta give somebody.
This town's hot.

Did you see that funeral
for Lingle? Five miles long.

The grand jury's turning out
indictments like paper money.

Won't get off our backs
till we give them somebody.

You can't frame me.

I didn't know it was
coming off till I read it.

You're stuck, Harry.

Paddy O'Day. That's
the name I heard.

He didn't do it, but
he came up with a gun

that couldn't be traced.

If you want information,

why don't you go
to the public library.

Take him away.

I hear you hit it big at
the farmhouse, huh?

Birch hardly felt it.

What do you want for
nothing? This is a two-way deal.

The name Paddy O'Day
mean anything to you?

Mm-mm. Should it?

He supplied the
gun that killed Lingle.

That's no good to me.
I never heard of O'Day.

He used to drive
a truck for Birch.

So the order came
from the North Side, huh?

Okay, I'll take it from there.

Wait a minute.

You dissolving the partnership?

What do you want, alimony?

I gave you the farmhouse,

you gave me O'Day.
We're even, huh?

Put something on account.

You never know
when you might need it.

I've still got your number.

To the left.

Say, where'd you find them?

Couple of bored
housewives out of Lake Bluff.

Oh, can they cook too?

Not for me.

Coq au vin for four, huh? Okay?

Sure. What is it?

Chicken and
wine. You'll like it.

It's a French dish.

Oh, you went to Paris, huh?

Yeah, after the war.

Yeah, I gotta get to Paris
one of these days myself.

You thinking of making a move?

Well, the heat's been on in
this town ever since Lingle.

Ness on one side, the
Viale brothers on the other.

Even the cops are going honest.

I told you once
where we could go.

Yeah, I know. St. Louis, K.C.

We could make it
big there, Barney.

That's the way it was once.

I used to run the
stuff in from Canada.

Trucks all the way.
No water to cross.

Oh, they were the days.
The big money was in the air.

Then the feds grabbed me.

I was fighting bum
raps with whiskey money

till there was nothing left.

I wanna make it
again, Barney, big.

Let's try it out of
St. Louis, huh?

You know something?
I like that tie.

I gotta get me one of
those one of these days.

What about it, huh?

You know, I bet
that tie costs plenty.

Everything costs plenty.

You need capital to operate,
even in St. Louis or K.C.

If I had it, I'd
try it myself...

I can't leave nothing behind.

Aiello and Zuta, they'd be
fighting before I left town.

So the winner gets the bone.

You care whose
funeral you go to?

Aiello don't work that way.

He'd turn Zuta over to the cops.

There's a lot of dog in Zuta.

He'd spill his guts.

About Jake Lingle?

Who said anything
about Jake Lingle?

The first time I
walked into your office

you said the Lingle
killing was stupid.

Zuta hasn't got the brains
to come in out of the rain.

That was a really
big jump, mister.

Well, I hear the cops are
looking for Paddy O'Day.

He's a friend of
Zuta's, isn't he?

Now you listen to me.

That Lingle killing
was a lousy contract.

Only the Viale brothers
would be stupid enough to try it.

Lingle was on the
take from both sides.

The raids were going one way.

The Viales hadn't been
hit in a couple of months.

You figure it out.

I sure like that tie.

Here, you want it? No, no.

Now wait a minute, later.

Hagen, you're pretty smart.

With my capital and your brains

we could do ourselves
pretty good in Kansas City.

Hm?

Quiet, here's the dames.

You don't look a day older.

How about a round of drinks,
huh? What would you like?

Come on, baby. Three
and three coming up.

Hurry, three up and stop.

- You don't say.
- I got a space.

Coming out. Forty-two, one time.

Where's Barney?

Him and Hagen got
themselves a couple of dames.

That Hagen.

We ain't had nothing but
trouble since he came in.

He came recommended.
What's your beef?

The way the feds have
been knocking us over

since he came in.

There's a
connection, I tell you.

One way to find out. Tail him.

He's too smart to
go near anyone.

A phone call is
all it takes. Now...

Here they come.

Keep him busy. Hey.

There's a couple of guys

I'd like to ask you
about from St. Louis.

Sure.

You ever run into Frank Cotter?

With the Egan boys? Sure.

Hey, what happened to him?

Moved over to Denver.

Yeah? How about Rinaldi?

Where you been, Jacky boy?

Rinaldi took a federal rap.

Twenty years
to life in Alcatraz.

Any more questions?

I think you're wrong.

Okay. Check him out,
that's all I'm saying.

Plant a phony lead on him. If
the feds show up, we'll know.

Is this your idea or Zuta's?

Jack feels like I do.

You two oughta get married.

Go ahead.

Ness?

Here's something for the bank.

Birch has a cooker at
4221 North Columbus Drive.

Help yourself.

Need any cover on this one?

No, Birch and I are
wearing each other's ties.

All right, Hagen, but
don't get careless.

What's the matter, Ness,
you getting sentimental?

If I didn't know
we could trust him

I'd say he was real
thick with Birch now.

Marty, every still we knock
over is money out of his pocket.

Unless he's working
up to something big.

When the time comes,
he'll double-cross us.

Well, let's see
if this is the time.

Go read a confession
magazine, will you?

I gotta watch.

What's the matter? Don't
you like the view in here?

I can see this view anytime.

Not every day you see a cop
with a silly look on his face.

Oh, come on, sweetie.

Beat it.

Let me talk to Ness.

Never mind who it
is, let me talk to Ness.

You've gotta reach
him, it's important.

Don't you guys ever knock?
Suppose I had company?

Go ahead, finish your call.

Classy.

He lives good, don't he?

Who you calling?

Uh, that dame from Lake Bluff.

Oh, you change your mind
about her cooking for you?

Not her cooking
I'm thinking about.

No answer anyway.

Say, speaking of cooking,

we could do with something
to eat, couldn't we?

I'll have something sent up.

Get a couple sandwiches, huh?

Two pots of black coffee.

The neighborhood's not right.

It's too residential.

That's the best kind
of a neighborhood

for an alky operation.

Eliot, we're ready to
move whenever you say.

How's it feel to you, Marty?

Hagen's been right
before five times.

You gotta go with a winner.

I don't know why,
I've got a chill.

There's no smell,
that's what's wrong.

There's no smell.

I've been smelling something
ever since we met Hagen.

It could be a trap.

For us or for Hagen?

We're gonna pass.

Call them back.
We're not going in.

Yes, sir.

Yeah?

Jack. Nothing but nothing.

It's been six hours.

If the feds knew, they'd
have hit before now.

Forget it.

Oh, you're running along, Jack?

Yeah, I guess so.

That's Zuta.

If I decide to leave,
he's gotta go too.

No, they're not the same place.

I figured you'd come
here before running.

Emptied the safe, huh?

Barney, no.

You made two wrong moves:

First Jake Lingle,
and then Hagen.

I got one more strike.

Not in this ball game you
don't got one more strike.

Barney.

I'm doing the talking.

Any guy that makes two
wrong moves is a bad guy.

Any guy with dog in him,

he's very dangerous
to everybody.

Barney, y-you're the one
that said take care of Lingle.

He was double-crossing us.

I didn't say "push him."

What then?

Scare him, that's what I meant.

But you and me,
we're old friends.

Ever since Capone
left, you and me, huh?

All right, I made
a mistake, Barney.

Anybody traces it,
comes right back to me.

You're in the
clear, all the way.

There's two grand, now get out.

I don't care where
you go, just go far.

Anything you say, Barn.

Good morning, Mr. Birch.

Hello, let me talk to Viale.

I don't care. Vito, Augie,
don't make any difference.

Say, "It's Barney Birch."

It's gonna be hot today.

Hello, Augie?

Augie, look.

I think you and me got
something maybe we can talk over.

Yeah, well, any place you say.

Your place on
Archer? That's fine.

Yeah. Right.

No wind off the lake. What?

That's why it's hot,
there's no wind off the lake.

And now back to
The Untouchables.

It was a sucker
play from the start.

I sensed it, but it was
too late to head you off.

We must have been tuned
in on the same wavelength.

Finished Zuta. He's on the lam.

If you get to him before Birch,

he'll bust open
like a rotten egg.

Are you giving me that?

That's right.

What's in it for you?

Zuta ordered the Lingle killing.

Squeeze him for the name.

And stop dragging
your feet, huh?

That's all I wanted to know.

What's the matter, the
pressure getting you?

Yeah, the pressure's getting me.

The Lingle pressure's
dropping off.

Everybody knows
Lingle was on the take.

All those
public-spirited citizens

are looking for a way
to call off the reward.

Move on it, Ness,
huh? I want the money.

Hello, boys.

Welcome to the South Side.

Thanks, Augie.
Buy the boys a drink.

Uh-uh. Your money's
no-good here.

Well, a visiting fireman
always buys a round.

You're a guest, Barney. Ah.

All right, I'll play
you for it. Your deck.

What'll it be?

Blackjack?

Black...

Dullard, Croker, Aiello.
Go get yourself a drink.

Anselmi, Scalise, outside.

You know, one Viale
brother is enough for me.

Okay. Me and Barney.

Hit me.

What do I owe you?

Oh, I tell you, Augie,
let's make this real cheap.

Let's call it, say, a
dime and Anselmi.

What do you want with him?

2122 North Clark Street, Augie.

I got hurt there real bad.

Saint Valentine's Day?

You know how it is, Augie.

You get sentimental
over your boys.

Anselmi was out in the country.

Okay, you got Anselmi.

Your deal.

I stick.

You win your dime back.

A dime and Aiello.

Oh, that's my good arm.

Joe's a troublemaker.

That's Sicilian trouble
between me and him.

You can get
yourself another arm.

A dime and Aiello.

Hit me.

Hit me.

A dime and Scalise.

Not Scalise.

Don't tell me he
was in the country.

He was in that garage.

Okay, you got him.

Your deal.

Hit me.

Hit me.

Busted.

Say, Augie, why don't
we play for something

a little more expensive.
Say about 30 cents' worth?

And you'll throw in Jack Zuta?
You do your own dirty work.

Look, he hit Lingle,
and Lingle was your boy.

What's the matter, Augie,
haven't you got any loyalty?

Yeah. You got something there.

But maybe I bust again.

Well, you're dealing
with your deck of cards.

Okay. I win.

Now maybe we get a
little peace and quiet.

Hm.

Oh, by the way,
Zuta's out of town.

We'll find him. Remember,

Anselmi wears a steel vest.

Yeah, I know. Barney?

What? You're
forgetting something.

What's that?

Thirty cents you owe me.

Oh.

Thirty cents.

Augie,

come on up the North
Side sometime, huh?

Where you from?

Aurora.

Got a business there?

Oh, I'm a salesman.
You know, I travel a lot.

What do you sell?

The best, honey, only the best.

Yeah? HAGEN: Hagen.

Oh, come in.

Uh, sit down. I'm ready
to talk about that move.

I don't blame you. This
town gets hotter every day.

Too bad about Aiello, huh?

Aiello, yeah. He was
like an arm to me.

And Zuta. He got it
too, up in Wisconsin.

Well, you don't
have to worry about

the Lingle killing anymore.

Oh, I never lost
any sleep over it.

Maybe Zuta had it done,
maybe he didn't. I don't know.

One thing for sure, he isn't
gonna do any talking about it.

Look, I wanna ask you.

You ever been over
this route before?

This one right here.

Yeah, but never through Chicago.
Always farther south. Why?

I got 5,000 cases
coming in from Canada.

Yeah? Yeah.

Laid out every bit of cash
I could get my hands on,

225 G's.

Now look, the way we
cut this stuff is three ways.

One third Canadian,
one third 90 proof,

one third water.

That load will be
worth 700,000 easy.

Seven hundred
and fifty thousand.

We need merchandise

if we're gonna service
K.C. and St. Lou.

Now what we gotta figure
out right now is a route

where we don't lose
all the profit in payoffs.

I'll work out a route after
I know what my bite is.

Are you worrying?

I'd like to know.

Twenty-five G's a month.

Twenty-five G's a month?

Well, you know where
you can do better?

No, not even as good.

Look, we used to bring
it down through here.

Gotcha.

Down to Kankakee.

Kankakee, lovely town.

Hagen.

I got something you might use.

No. No, not there.

No, make it Lincoln
Park in one hour.

Right.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Who knows anything.
The whole setup's changed.

Anselmi, Scalise, Aiello,
and Zuta are all dead.

Only Zuta left something
behind, and it's all ancient history.

But maybe Hagen can use it.

Yeah, he'll use it

and drop us like a hot potato.

Then we'll know, won't we.

Tough luck, son.

Gee whiz, I can't get
my curve to break right.

Let's see it.

Put your fingers
on the stitching.

Maybe you're not
snapping it enough, huh?

Thanks, mister.

I've got something for
you, and I want something.

What have you got?

First, what I want.

Okay, what?

Our contact in Canada
says a Chicago buyer

ordered 5,000 cases.

Probably Viale.

I think it's Birch.

So?

I wanna know when
and where it's coming.

Is that all you want?

An even trade. We've
got all of Zuta's records.

A very careful man.

He's got receipts for
everything he paid out.

He made the contract
for the Lingle job.

I don't have any
pipeline to the Viales.

It's the North Side, Birch.

You either know that
or you can find it out.

My guess is you already know it.

You guess what you want.

That file isn't worth anything.

I could spend a year of my life
running down every name in it.

I haven't got that long.

You knew a lot about
Birch and his operation

before you came here, and
now you know a lot more.

I'll give you a
week at the outside.

There's $25,000 in that box.

Just give me Birch's route.

I don't know it. The
route for the file.

I don't know it. You
don't want it, you mean.

Twenty-five G's is nothing
compared to the cut you got now.

Think what you want.

If you don't come through now,

you're no better or different

than that crowd of
bums you're with.

What is it with you, Ness?

What does the government
give for getting yourself killed?

A monument?

"Eliot Ness died in the
name of the Volstead Act."

What's the Volstead Act, the
Emancipation Proclamation?

It's the law. Yeah,
well you enforce it.

Cut me out.

Hey, mister, I found it.

Nice going, son.

You still got that picture
of your son on the dresser?

Stay out of my life.

Maybe his mother
knew what she was doing

when she dumped you.

Eliot, don't beat yourself.

Better men than Hagen
have gone sour for big money.

Yeah, I twisted a knife in him.

His wife and son,
that's not enough.

Birch is offering
him more: money.

And he's human.

That's what I'm counting on.

The shipment starts here.
It won't go through Detroit.

The Purple Gang's toll
charge would be too stiff.

But how it's coming or where
it'll land, we can only guess.

They'll never make
it across the lake.

The Coast Guard would
spot that big a load.

Yeah, but it's a big lake.

We can't assume
it won't get through.

It's gonna take a lot of trucks

to haul 5,000 cases.

That's only good if
we have some idea

of where it's gonna land.

Well, let's just hope that
the Coast Guard gets lucky.

Thanks, Hagen.

The shipment
starts at Tobermory.

Lands at Lake Bluff.

That call cost him $300,000.

I'm a great judge of character.

Nobody knows the route or
the time except Birch and me.

That'll put Birch's
torpedoes right on my back.

Well, I can't give you
any cover this time.

I know.

I've gotta get Lingle's killer
before you hit that convoy.

How long will it take you?

To go through this junk?

Maybe a month.

I'll give you from now till
1:30 tomorrow morning.

Thanks.

Suppose you call the office
sometime before that, say 1 a.m.

I can't cut it any closer.

And if I don't get my
man before then, what?

You gonna let that
convoy go through?

No.

What's the point of my phoning?

Just make the call.

To say goodbye?
Goodbye. I'll say it now.

Say it tomorrow. I
wanna know you're alive.

What are you, my brother?

Not quite.

Eh. What's it gonna
cost me, a nickel?

Okay, I'll call.

The Coast Guard permitted
the shipload of liquor

from Canada to cross
the lake untouched.

Eliot Ness, however,
was after a bigger prize:

The men who made it move.

But while this was going on,

the man who set
it up, Bill Hagen,

was gambling his
life for $25,000.

The landing went off okay.

Trucks will be on
the road in an hour.

I'll join them in Libertyville.
There's just one job

I've gotta finish
before I leave town.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

The mess that Zuta left behind.

Who'd have figured all
that heat over Lingle?

Well, just goes to show
you never know beforehand.

I always figured Zuta
handled that job personally.

Yeah, it was Leo Brothers.

He's holed up at
the Riviera Hotel.

He's too hot to move. I
can't leave anything behind.

You want I should
do something about it?

No.

No, I wanna see that
this job is done right.

Who is it?

Hey, Barney, I
gotta get out of here.

You'll get out of here.

Who are you?

Where's your phone?

Where's your phone?

It's in the hall.

Leo?

Leo, this is your
old pal, Barney.

I wanna talk to you
for a few minutes.

Leo, I know
you're in there, pal.

Hagen hasn't called in.

It's 1:10 now.

Well... We're moving.

That's a bagful, Mr. Ness.

Very nice operation and
you didn't lose a man.

I'm afraid you're wrong. Wrong?

Well, I know how many men...

You'll be wanting to
get back to Chicago.

Yeah, to the office.

I'll drive you.

How long you been here?

Since the janitor
opened the joint.

What do you got there?

Coffee.

Give me a slug, will you?

Mm.

We wrapped up the whole convoy.

That's too bad.

That load would have
been worth 750,000.

Did you make any
money last night?

A lousy 25 G's.

About that phone call,
I had a little trouble.

Yeah.

The phone was out in the
hall, so was Birch. He, uh...

He interfered. He
wanted Brothers.

I disappointed him.

It's good coffee, huh?

Birch's?

No, it's mine.

Desk sergeant has Birch's.

Where you bound for?

Oh, California, I guess.

That's good baseball country.

Say hello to the boy for me.

You're nobody he ever heard of.

In fact, you're nobody
anybody will ever hear of

till they put up that
monument for you.

"Eliot Ness:

For Valor Above and Beyond
the Call of Duty." Heh-heh.

So long, sucker.

A strange guy.

Yeah, you never know.

Lingle was a guy who
looked good on the outside

but the center was rotten.

Hagen was a guy who
looked bad on the outside,

but who knows
what goes on inside?

The Untouchables.