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You've been working some angle on this bank robbery.

There's got to be a connection.

Do you see it?

I'll give you the connection in two words, Captain:

Ace Banner.

Tonight's episode: "The Big Squeeze."

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness,

costarring John Hoyt... and Dody Heath...

with special guest star Dan O'Herlihy.

Prior to May, 1934,

robbing state banks was not a federal offense.

Bandits had only local police to contend with,

and these were frequently understaffed,

inefficient or corrupt.

With all the odds in favor of the hoods,

there was a rash of successful,

though clumsily executed bank robberies carried out

with complete disregard for human life.

But in addition to these rip-and-tear robbers,

there were many experts of an older school,

like the men who silently looted

The Farmers and Drovers Bank of Kansas City of $150,000

and left the small change behind for the musclemen.

In Chicago, March 7, 1934, a meeting took place

in the office of Beecher Asbury,

the federal district attorney.

The statistics are staggering:

422 bank robberies in the past year,

221 casualties.

Until it becomes a federal offense,

all you and I can do about it is shake our heads.

Eliot... I, uh...

I have an assignment for you.

Now it's going to seem pointless and futile,

and besides that, it will be unofficial.

Not if you give the order.

Well, last week, the Farmers and Drovers Bank in Kansas City

was robbed of $150,000.

The police believe it was the work of Ace Banner.

Didn't have to work overtime to find that.

Any rookie cop would have recognized the master's touch,

but it's something else again to pin anything on him.

No one's ever been able to do it.

That's your assignment.

Even it I caught him, I couldn't arrest him.

I know you can't, but I want you to go after him anyway.

Find some evidence.

Identify one or more members of his gang, anything.

There's a Senate committee hearing next month.

They feel the same way we do, but they need some help.

Now, if we can dramatize the fact

that we have a case, but our hands are tied,

I'll bet you they give us jurisdiction.

One month, you say.

You flatter me, Beecher.

Banner's been getting away with this for years.

You're the man who got Capone.

First thing you do is find Banner.

Well, that's not the hard part.

He's never found it necessary to hide.

He's right here in Chicago.

The Crestmore Arms, no less.

Well, he can afford it.

He has excellent banking connections.

Mm-hmm.

May I help you?

Mr. Havens, please.

I'm sorry. Mr. Havens is quite busy.

So am I.

I'll see what I can do for you, Mr. Houston.

Sir.

Please sit down, Mr. Houston.

Thank you, sir.

As I have a rather busy schedule,

I hope you don't mind

if I dispense with the formalities.

What may we do for you?

I should like to make a rather large withdrawal.

I see.

How much did you have in mind?

Oh, let's say something like a quarter of a million dollars.

You have an account with us?

Not exactly, no.

What I propose, Mr. Havens, is to rob your bank.

Oh, come now, Havens.

You've been robbing this bank yourself

for the past 11 months.

Is this a joke?

In the past ten months, you've lost 122,000 odd dollars

gambling in the Tangier Club,

and then there's Edwina Sherman.

Edwina... an expensive young lady.

I should say this bank is short some $200,000, hmm?

Who are you?

Don't you know that embezzlement, abstraction,

or misapplication of funds

from a national bank is a federal offense?

You're a Treasury agent.

Oh!

Perish the thought!

No, Mr. Havens.

I'm your benefactor.

Bank robbery is not a federal offense.

And robbery is the only way

to hide forever your indiscretion.

I don't see how you can afford to turn down this offer.

What do you want me to do?

You, sir, are going to give me a complete schedule

of the operation of this bank.

You will give me a complete file on all employees,

including any photos and personnel information

in the bonding company applications.

You will give me the exact time

the automatic lock on the main vault opens,

and you will see to it that there is $250,000

in that vault when I tell you to.

And for doing these things, I shall permit you

to report a loss of $450,000.

You'll be hearing from me.

I'm not sure I want to deal with you, Mr. Houston.

You'll deal with me,

and the name is Banner.

Ace Banner.

Mr. Havens may not have been too happy

about meeting Larry Banner,

but another man wanted very much to meet him.

Sir?

Thank you.

I can't honestly say I got here first.

It's a dead heat.

Well, there seems to be a shortage of taxis.

Shall we decide this on a basis of need?

Which way are you going?

Corner of Rush and Lake.

Fine. Then we share it. Good.

That's a nice case. Platinum?

Made especially for me in London.

Oh, I know it's a luxury, but I enjoy luxuries.

They're nice if you can afford them.

It takes a more lucrative pursuit than photography,

or working for the government, Mr. Ness?

Here... I know you had this taken for you, not for me.

I'm collecting snapshots of bank robbers.

What for? They don't come

within the jurisdiction of a federal agent.

Not yet.

Oh, I see. This charade is just

to get a closer look at the enemy.

It's still a dead heat.

You got a closer look, too.

Imagine, the nemesis of Al Capone

and all those terrible gangsters.

I'm deeply flattered, Mr. Ness.

Banner, you seem to feel there's some distinction

between you and gangsters like Capone.

There isn't. Gild it all you like.

Inside, you're all the same: thieves.

The difference between this thief

and people like you is brains.

You sweat your life away in a $20 suit,

and I pay that much for a monogram on my shirt pocket.

You think you're smart, Mr. Ness,

but the smartest man in the end outsmarts himself.

You know, that's just what I'm counting on.

Banner recruited his men with care.

They were the best in their lines:

dependable professionals

with reputations for being close-mouthed

and loyal to the job,

and to a man, more than happy to work for Banner.

He never failed... No muss, no fuss, no bother.

The rendezvous was a hotel in a small town

just over the state line in Indiana.

The first to arrive was Jamie Hennigen,

also known as Jamie the Knife,

a colorful little man, but deadly.

Jamie, come on in.

Hi, Ace.

Shut the door.

Have all the boys sent you their RSVPs for tonight?

Now, who would want to miss a Banner special?

They'll be here.

I got you some Irish whiskey.

It's on the dresser.

Thank you.

Luck!

Have you seen Emma lately, Jamie?

Well, now, you see, I, uh...

I thought I told you to get rid of her.

What have you got against girls, Ace?

A big handsome boy like you.

Sure you could get all the fillies you want.

No.

Not handsome.

A face you could pass 100 times on the street

and never remember.

I wouldn't trade it for Valentino's.

In my business, I don't want to be remembered.

In all the world,

you're the only person I can trust.

I love beautiful women,

but they're the only luxury I cannot afford.

A woman stirs a man's emotions,

and emotions cloud his judgment.

Makes him act before he can think.

In our business, that's disaster.

You get rid of Emma.

Jamie, there's a face for you.

Nose: ordinary.

Not big enough to be a distinguishing characteristic,

but I can make it as big as I like,

and take it off in a doorway.

Mouth: not small, not large.

Eyebrows, eyes, ears: very ordinary.

As usual, we'll enter the bank

before it's open for business.

Now here's the safety routine they use.

That's the pattern that cannot be broken.

Memorize it.

At 8:30 the chief teller arrives

and stands on the corner in view of the bank.

Within two minutes the guard walks past.

Unless the teller signals him something's wrong,

the guard goes into the bank.

Then he makes his rounds

and makes certain that everything's in order.

I've timed him; it takes him not less than 45 seconds,

not more than 50.

Then he goes to the front door,

spots the teller and puts a card in the window.

This is a duplicate.

That lets the teller know

that it's safe to come in and open the vault.

He's our key. We ride in with him.

The time lock is set for 8:45.

We clean out the vault

and leave before the bank opens.

Now repeat... Jamie.

The chief teller arrives at 8:30,

stands on the corner.

Within two minutes, the guard arrives.

Unless the teller signals,

the guard enters the bank.

He takes 45 to 50 seconds for his rounds,

then back to the front door,

sees the teller, puts the card in the window.

The teller comes in; we ride in with him.

And how do we ride in with the teller?

Simple.

This is the teller.

And we've got just 45 seconds to make the switch.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Mr. Johnson.

Smile if you want to live.

Look inside. It's really something.

♪ ♪

Morning, Mr. Johnson.

I think I'm going to faint.

Matty!

And now back to:

This was Eliot Ness' first opportunity

since receiving his assignment

to personally investigate a bank robbery

that bore the unmistakable stamp of Ace Banner.

The Untouchables,

with the cooperation of the police department,

secured from Mr. Stafford, the president of Midland Trust,

permission to unofficially conduct an investigation

at his bank.

You don't recognize him?

No, Mr. Ness,

it couldn't possibly have been the same man.

Uh, not even if he was Lon Chaney.

Well, try to picture him without the disguise.

Well, I just can't.

You see, I thought

he was Mr. Johnson gone crazy.

Then I found out Mr. Johnson was murdered.

What about the other men?

Well, I did get a really good look at one of them.

He was tall, about 35,

dark-haired and a sharp dresser.

A sheik type.

Was there anything distinctive

in how they talked, an accent, a speech impediment,

even a choice of words?

Mmm, no, they didn't talk at all.

It was...

It was eerie the way they did everything...

like a silent movie.

Nobody said anything at any time?

They just... snapped their fingers.

Thank you, Miss Downes.

I'm afraid I haven't been much help.

That's all right. Thank you very much.

If Banner were to walk in here right now,

nobody'd recognize him.

What makes you so sure it was Banner?

Nobody else would attempt such an impersonation.

They must have studied the layout for months.

And yet it's only been a month

since the Farmers and Drovers Bank in Kansas City.

Unless somebody gave them the layout.

You mean from the inside?

It's worth considering.

Let's go on.

Now, let's start all over again.

There was no talking done by the holdup men.

That's right.

Except just before Howard was killed.

You mean somebody did speak?

Well, not exactly.

One of the men called out a name, and then he shot

Howard, the guard. Why didn't you tell me this the first time around?

Well, I just didn't think of it.

Was the name he called out Ace?

No, it was Matty.

Nothing else?

No, just Matty.

And the fellow who spoke shot Howard.

Thank you. You're welcome.

A break. Maybe.

We'll know after we've checked out

everybody on file named Matty.

Mr. Havens, you run this bank, don't you?

Yes, in a way.

Mr. Stafford's been in semi-retirement

for several years.

With your permission, Mr. Havens, I'd like to have

a special federal examiner do

a complete audit of these books.

I don't understand.

Surely you don't think there's a shortage.

You're short $450,000.

I know that.

The police checked that.

Are you positive that was the actual amount

taken by the robbers?

What are you insinuating?

Did it sound like that?

I just asked a question.

I'd stake my reputation

on any employee in this bank.

But the bookkeeping system has changed in the past year or so.

Yes, after Mr. Stafford retired,

I did institute a few changes,

but you'd have to be a banker to understand the whole picture.

I've worked with figures,

Mr. Havens, I think I can follow you.

Well, I can't explain it just standing here.

It would need a week. Shall we take the time?

Mr. Havens, have you ever met Larry Banner?

Well, no, of course not.

I came in after it was all over.

I didn't mean then.

One of your clerks says he came

to see you a few weeks ago.

It's quite possible.

I can't remember everyone I see.

Do you suppose he used that as a device

to get into the bank and study the layout?

I wondered how soon you'd think of that.

Which clerk spotted Banner?

I'm glad Havens didn't ask that question.

Working on a single clue, the name Matty,

the Untouchables searched all available records

to establish his identity.

Through a painstaking process of elimination

and cross-reference,

they came up with a name: Matty Church,

a two-time loser for bank robbery,

presumed to have been going straight

for the last eight years.

Now, is this the man?

Yes, this is the man. Absolutely.

They had hit pay dirt.

The man was positively identified as one of the gang.

The following day, Eliot Ness secured the detention

of Matty Church on a pickup \and hold order.

That gives us something for the Senate hearing,

but it's Banner I want.

He's too smart to use people who'd talk.

Ness speaking.

Good.

Well, send the full report in, will you?

Thanks.

Now what? This may be it.

I ordered a field report on Mr. Havens,

this is part of it.

He's living way over his head.

So our hunch about an inside job looks good. Very.

But if we could dig up the story on Havens so fast,

I'm sure that Banner had access to it, too.

He'd find Havens a natural.

When do we talk to him?

We'll drop in on him later tonight

and discuss it privately.

This is too good to advertise.

Boss? Do you know who this is? Mm-hmm.

I just picked up a flash.

We're in trouble.

About Art Lynch?

No. He's no longer among us.

It's your inside man.

Tell me.

He's scared.

He's got a big mouth.

Can you save him from himself?

I think so.

Good. What would I ever do without you?

You've been working some angle on this bank robbery.

There's got to be a connection.

Do you see it?

I'll give you the connection

in two words, Captain: Ace Banner.

Well, you and I both know

that Ace pulled that bank job.

I can't prove it.

I don't think you can either.

Anyway, Ace wouldn't have that Havens guy killed

so many weeks after the job.

Banner had inside help on this one.

Havens had to be the inside man.

And I was getting finally close to a break.

As usual, Banner got there first.

You know, just for fun, I'm gonna have him picked up.

He won't tell us a thing.

His mouthpiece will have him sprung in a little while.

It'll do my heart good to see him

sweat for a couple of hours.

I know just how you feel.

How much longer do you think

you're going to be able to keep him in there?

I told you that I've got a writ of habeas corpus.

Now, no more stalling, Ness.

I want you to get him out here at once.

I don't have jurisdiction here, Grimes.

It's persecution, that's what it is, persecution.

He'll be out when they're finished with him.

I've been listening to that for the last hour.

How do I know he's still in there?

I'm warning you, Ness,

if they try to ride the circuit with my client,

I'll see that somebody gets cited for contempt of court!

And furthermore, they'd better...

Well, it's about time.

Here.

Get him out of here.

Come on, Mr. Banner.

Mr. Ness, I'm sorry I've been

a disappointment to you.

He was at the ballet,

in the seat next to Judge Leslie

when Havens was killed.

He can prove it.

He said the only reason he stayed in town

was to see the ballet.

I've spoiled your day.

Let me spoil yours.

Your friend, Matty Church,

was picked up in New Orleans tonight.

You don't have to talk to this man, Mr. Banner.

They have no legal right to hold you...

Shut up, Grimes!

I'm afraid I don't know your Mr... Church?

I'll tell him you said so.

April 9, 1934.

Federal District Attorney Beecher Asbury and Eliot Ness

were summoned to Washington before the Senate Committee.

Now, let's get some of these facts

on the record, Mr. Asbury.

Very well.

Now we know that the robbery

of the Midland Trust Bank in Chicago

was the work of a gang led by Larry Banner.

We now know some of the members of the gang.

James Hennigan, alias Jamie "The Knife,"

Art Lynch, Matty Church.

Now at this point, we have no evidence against Banner.

Art Lynch is dead.

He was found murdered in an empty box car.

But Matty Church has been

positively identified by eyewitnesses.

And he had some of the bonds in his possession.

Now, Mr. Asbury, I haven't practiced law

for 14 years, but in a case like this,

isn't it practically assured that you can get a conviction

against this Matty Church? Yes, sir.

Tell me, Mr. Asbury, when a criminal is facing

a possible 30 years in prison,

isn't he inclined to become cooperative?

Sometimes.

Then I would think that the man, Church, might be induced

to testify against Banner, wouldn't you?

We've brought no charges against Church.

But you've admitted that you have a case?

Right, but we have no jurisdiction.

Then why did Mr. Ness gather the evidence?

Sir, I hope it wasn't just for the exercise.

The Federal Bank Robbery Act became law on May 18, 1934.

The big squeeze was on.

The legal tangles of jurisdiction

had been cleared away.

Crossing a state line

was no longer protection for bank robbers.

Now they could be extradited.

In a matter of months,

the number of robberies dropped sharply.

Big-time criminals were giving up the business as a poor risk.

Come in.

Jamie, we've said good-bye.

Yes, I just thought I'd ride

with you to the next station.

That's my Jamie.

Just one more job, eh?

Jamie, old friend, face it.

School's out, the curtain's down.

Supposing I was to destroy this fellow Ness?

There'd be another one behind him.

It's the law now, Jamie.

Always have respect for the law,

except when you can use it to your own advantage.

I don't know what's gonna become of me at all, at all.

You're our banker now, Jamie.

You're taking care of our little savings account.

Huh, you could say it's as safe as safe can be.

How rich am I, Jamie?

Well, I gave you $60,000,

and you have $460,000 more,

making a grand total of $520,000.

Oh, if only I could

figure out a way to make it draw interest.

Remember, Jamie, no more jobs until I give the word.

And keep away from our little nest egg.

Things aren't healthy just now.

Do you need something to tide you over?

Ah, no... no, thanks.

Ace, you've been a prince.

Not Ace... Mr. Spencer from now on.

Take care of yourself... Mr. Spencer.

Be happy, Jamie.

From that moment on, Larry Banner,

alias Mr. Spencer, dedicated himself

to a life of luxurious loafing.

He seemed to have forgotten that Ace ever existed.

Eleven red.

Cash me out, please, on account.

Of course, Mr. Spencer.

Pardon me.

You owe me a drink.

Really? What for?

I stood behind you for good luck.

In that case, you deserve more than a drink.

No, the drink will be enough.

Why not?

What'll you have?

Bourbon, straight.

Two.

I'm Chickie Purcell.

What's your name, Mister?

Spencer. James Spencer.

Hello, James Spencer.

Do you know something?

The way you were playing, you should never have stopped.

Dear young lady, notwithstanding your luck,

one or two more bets would have outraged

the law of percentages.

And I never buck percentages.

I do.

I do it all the time.

The bigger the risk, the more exciting it is.

What's wrong?

You married or something?

No.

Divorced?

No, I've never been married.

Why?

That's a fair question, isn't it?

I mean, I don't want to waste my time if you're a stick.

I don't know what a stick is,

but I've never been married, because...

well, I've never found the right woman.

Maybe I could be the right woman.

Then you wouldn't have to be a stick anymore.

Why not?

He hasn't made a move in over six months.

Each report's a carbon copy of the one before.

Still the typical Florida tourist.

Well, he can afford it.

I can afford to wait.

He's living like a king.

When his pocket money's gone,

he's got a fortune stashed away somewhere

from which he'll have to draw.

He won't go near it.

He must know we're watching him.

That's why you're keeping a tail on Jamie the Knife.

He's the only man that Banner trusts.

He has to be the banker.

Sooner or later, Jamie's going to lead us to the loot.

And then what?

Then Banner has to go to work again... in a bank.

Only this time I'm going to be with him every step of the way.

Hi, mister.

Hi, yourself.

Where have you been all morning?

I've been shopping.

Oh, and I had my hair washed.

Do you like it?

I love it.

Cut it out.

How do you like that?

It's not good enough for you.

You deserve a bigger one.

They didn't have any bigger.

It cost you a fortune.

Do you care?

That's what money is for.

Does it make you happy?

I suppose so.

Say, how about lunch?

Anything in there I could fix?

You're spoiling me, but yes.

Don't go away.

You couldn't push me out of here with a tractor.

That's for the ring, mister.

The constant surveillance of Jamie the Knife

by the Untouchables was about to pay off.

Banner's romance... The first in his life...

Had cost him so much money

he was forced to dip into his reserves.

As Eliot Ness had predicted, Jamie led them to the loot.

How does it feel to be on the other end?

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

Midland Trust Securities.

Ace Banner's National Bank.

Isn't it?

I just can't help you.

This is Spencer again.

You sure I haven't had a long distance call from Chicago?

Would you check again, please?

It's very important.

May I come in?

You're in.

Besides, what could I do about it?

Nice place you got here.

Must have cost a fortune.

You never give up, do you?

Never.

Ness, I'm sure you haven't come down here

for the climate.

Not exactly.

I have some news I thought

I should break to you personally.

Go on.

You're broke.

We picked up your friend Jamie.

Looks like you're going to have

to go to work, Mr. Banner.

Your vacation's over.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Spencer, but...

Oh, that's all right.

What's the limit on Miss Purcell?

Limit? What do you mean?

She just drew a thousand dollars worth of chips.

What happens when that's gone?

You mean on credit? Uh-huh.

I just gave her $2,000.

I know.

She lost that, too.

We're even.

No more chips.

Whatever you say, Mr. Spencer.

Chickie Purcell's interest in Larry Banner

extended no further than his bankroll.

When the money vanished, so did Chickie.

A few days later, Eliot Ness received a call

from his Florida contact.

Banner had disappeared.

No forwarding address, no anything...

All right. But there was one lead.

Chickie Purcell, the woman Banner had been seen with

in Florida, had forwarded her clothes

to a Chicago address... A very exclusive address.

Will this take long?

Maybe we can take care of this in one question.

Where's Larry Banner?

I don't know any Larry Banner.

In Florida he called himself James Spencer.

Oh, yes, I did meet a Mr. Spencer,

but I don't know where he is.

Have you heard from him?

What do you want with Mr. Spencer?

Government business.

If you find him, will he be in a lot of trouble?

Yes.

Good.

Why good?

Because I hate him.

Then why'd you live with him?

I didn't!

Besides, I go with lots of men.

Yeah, but you married this one.

I have here a copy of your marriage license.

You have no right to pry into my affairs!

I have every right to pry into the affairs

of a notorious bank robber.

A bank robber?

You mean with a gun and all?

With a gun and all.

Larry Banner.

It is kind of exciting, isn't it?

Let's get down to business.

Has he been in touch with you since Florida?

No. No phone calls, letters, telegrams?

Nothing.

Then he obviously didn't care any more for you

than you cared for him.

He did, too!

W... I heard from him only two days ago.

You can't read it, though.

Thanks anyway, Mrs... Spencer?

Mrs. Banner.

Mrs. Banner, thank you.

Eliot Ness had nothing to go by but the postmark on the letter

that Banner had written to Chickie Purcell...

Beacon Hill, Pennsylvania.

Here's Beacon Hill.

Take a look; does anything strike you?

No, not particularly.

He could have mailed the letter

from Beacon Hill just passing through.

Passing through to where?

No, he's there for a purpose.

Beacon Hill's only a few miles from Petroleum City.

It's an industrial town with big payrolls.

You think that's his target, then?

I know he's got to hit.

I believe it's Petroleum City.

What I wish I knew is when.

Eliot Ness was right.

Banner was planning a job.

As always, the best men in the business were hired...

Dependable professionals with reputations

for being close-mouthed and loyal to the job,

and to a man, more than happy to work for Banner.

He never failed.

No muss, no fuss, no bother.

The following day, Eliot Ness and the Untouchables arrived

in Petroleum City, Pennsylvania.

Their first call was with the chief of police.

Friday's payday all right, all over town.

And if I'm right, that's when it will happen: some Friday.

But Mr. Ness, there are a dozen banks in this community.

I haven't got enough men to watch them right for one day.

I'll give you all the cooperation I can.

If he's in town, pick him up.

I can't pick him up.

As of now, he's not wanted.

If Banner follows his standard pattern...

And there's no reason

to expect he'll get careless now...

Seven of these banks are out.

One is dubious.

That brings us down to these three.

Each one has certain attractive features,

but which one it will be is anybody's guess.

Three banks we can cover.

Yeah, I know two things.

It will come on a Friday

and Banner will strike before opening time.

So every Friday from 5:00 in the morning on,

we'll watch those three banks like hawks.

We'll separate in three teams and have three headquarters.

How fast can we reunite?

Under normal traffic conditions, the remaining two teams

should reach the one in trouble in three minutes.

That should do it.

It'd better do it.

Once Banner and his men make a getaway, they're gone.

Now, remember, there won't be any mistakes,

he won't leave any evidence behind.

If we don't nail him in the act, we're dead.

The teams were in place.

The first Friday passed without incident.

Then the second.

Another Friday went by.

Banner still failed to show.

On the fourth Friday...

This has to be the day.

Why especially today?

It's the last week of the winter layoff.

These banks have got more money than they can hold.

I'd better be right.

Let me have a look at those other banks again.

I always liked this one... The Petroleum National...

And it's not Banner's kind of a bank.

It's too open.

If he's desperate enough to change his pattern...

Hey.

When did we get this financial statement?

All that stuff came last night, Eliot.

Petroleum National Bank has three times the amount of cash

on hand than any other bank in this town.

Petroleum National Bank, please.

Yes, hurry.

No answer. This is it.

Rico, get the chief of police.

I'll get Youngfellow and meet you there.

Right.

Where's Banner?

Ness.

Over here, Ness.

With every exit covered,

Banner knew that any attempt to escape would outrage

the law of percentages,

and Banner never bucked percentages.

I've never used a gun.

Curtain's down.

Was it...?

It wasn't your wife.

Who, then? It was you mostly.

We worked out a plan using your method.

I see.

Well, they do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Ness, do they give you added compensation for this feat?

It's all part of the job.

It's a fool's job.

Maybe, but I wouldn't trade it

for the job you'll be doing now.

Eliot Ness had made his prediction come true.

Larry Banner had finally outsmarted himself.

On July 14, 1936, Banner was sentenced by a federal judge.

Today, he is still in jail doing 99 years.

The Untouchables.