Original subtitles

Clear the streets! Get out of here!

This is police business!

On the floor! Everybody on the floor, quick!

Tonight's episode... Part One of "The Unhired Assassin."

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Bruce Gordon, Joe Mantell

and Claude Akins.

With Special Guest Star Robert Middleton.

November 9, 1932.

At 15 minutes past midnight, Eastern Standard Time,

the Associated Press from Palo Alto

reported this three word flash...

"Hoover concedes defeat!"

Three years of depression had thrust Herbert Hoover

and the Republicans from control of the government,

and elected New York governor, Franklin Delano Roosevelt,

President of the United States.

The Volstead Act was doomed.

Repeal of the Eighteenth Amendment, Prohibition,

was inevitable.

Let's celebrate.

At 2:15 a.m. Chicago time,

the Untouchables, led by their chief, Eliot Ness,

celebrated the beginning of the end of prohibition

by destroying the last of the breweries

operated by Al Capone and company.

Wonder if it will sell for a nickel a glass

when it comes back.

Yeah, I imagine.

Happy days are here again!

Say, are we going to be out of work?

Not us. Things are going to get a lot worse

before they get better.

I know what you mean.

Frank Nitti and his boys are going to put on the pressure

getting rid of their bootleg stock.

That's part of it.

After that, they'll start some brand-new operations.

Nitti isn't going to quit the rackets, that's for sure.

So, they'll start muscling in

on legitimate businesses.

And this'll be target number one.

I got a meeting in the mayor's office

in the morning about it.

He wants to get the town cleaned up

before everybody in the world comes visiting next spring.

And you think we'll be out of work?

9:00 a.m., Miami, Florida.

The same morning, the same big news.

The front pages of newspapers are always devoted

to important people and spectacular events.

On this morning of November 9, 1932,

there was certainly nothing newsworthy about a small man

who wandered aimlessly down a Miami street.

Giuseppe Zangara was an emigrant

from the south of Europe.

He had come to Miami from Patterson, New Jersey,

where he didn't like it,

because he didn't feel good in cold weather.

It hadn't helped much,

because Joe Zangara never really felt good anyplace.

He had gone to a hospital once to try and find some relief

from the pains which constantly tortured his insides.

The doctors said they could find nothing wrong with him.

Had his doctors pursued their analysis,

it would have become evident

that Joe Zangara had pronounced homicidal tendencies.

Hey, read all about it!

Get your extra here!

Paper! Paper!

Read about your new president here!

Paper!

Thank you, ma'am.

Hey, you got a new president...!

Hey, hey, hey, what that mean?

What that mean?

It means just what it says.

Hoover's out, Roosevelt's in.

We got a new president.

Hey, extra here! Extra!

I don't got to kill Hoover?

No. No, you don't got to kill Hoover.

Democrats did it for you.

Hey, get your paper here!

Thank you, ma'am.

Hey, paper! Extra here!

It's Roosevelt.

It's now Roosevelt.

Do me a favor. Don't kill him, will you?

At least not until we find out what he's going to do to us.

He'd do the same. They all do the same.

It makes no difference.

Bosses, kings, presidents, is all the same!

Big people is all the same! It's big money!

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Hey, paper here! Get your paper!

He's in Washington, this Roosevelt?

No, no he ain't in Washington.

He's home with his family,

and this morning, they're all celebrating

by taking baths in champagne and big money.

Hey, paper! Come on, get your paper here!

Uh, where he live, Roosevelt, where he live?!

How do I know where he lives?

For two cents, you can find out right here.

Paper here!

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Hey, get your paper here! Paper...!

Two cents is...

Here... here's one cent, two cents.

Big money.

Hey, paper here, get your paper...!

Yes, sir. Read all about it!

You got a new president here!

Hey, paper!

Nothing newsworthy

about little Joe Zangara on this November morning.

But before the passing of many weeks,

this man's name and likeness would be on the front pages

under screaming headlines.

And the word that would identify his photograph

would be "assassin."

Chicago, the same morning of November 10, 1932.

Along the lake front,

a great project was under construction...

The Chicago World's Fair,

to be known as the "Century of Progress Exposition."

In city hall,

the latest developments regarding the exposition

were being reported by Chicago's chief executive.

At 9:00 a.m. on November 10, 1932,

the mayor of Chicago, Anton J. Cermak,

held his weekly press conference.

And that 75 million people

will visit the Chicago Century of Progress.

In other words,

do you know how much money will come into this city next year?

One billion dollars!

Pretty impressive, huh, Mr. Ness?

Very impressive, Your Honor.

And that brings us to something else.

When you've got big money, you've got big problems, right?

Mr. Ness is the man

mostly responsible for the fact that Al Capone is in prison.

And he and his organization have continued

to wipe out rat's nests all over the city.

Maybe Mr. Ness will tell you

about the big job he's got coming up now.

Well, there can't be much doubt that the Century of Progress

and all this money that's coming in

represents a real, big juicy thing

to the gangster elements.

It couldn't come at a better time for them.

Repeal's on the way.

The days of bootleg and gin mills are numbered.

So the job His Honor's talking about is

to get Chicago cleaned up and free of rackets

before these millions of people get here.

So they'll see us as the kind of town we used to be

before these 13 years of Prohibition.

Think it can be done, Mr. Mayor?

It's got to be done!

Capone is out of the way.

The big rat is in the cage,

and now the smaller rats...

The puppet rats that used to jump

when Capone pulled the strings... They will be exterminated!

Hold it, Mr. Mayor! Grab that.

The next day,

in the old Capone office over the Montmartre Cafe,

a meeting was being held by the "puppet rats"

referred to by the Mayor of Chicago.

Louis "Little New York" Campagna...

Assigned to organize protective rackets at the World's Fair.

Frank Diamond, specializing in prostitution management.

Protégé and devoted disciple of Al Capone,

one of the original Capone gunmen.

Jake "Dodo" Ryan... hoodlum,

untalented but obedient.

Bill Skidmore... businessman,

promoter, a consulting expert at emergency sessions.

And Frank Nitti... Known as "The Enforcer".

Al Capone's hatchet man,

holding sway over the organization

while number one was in Atlanta as a guest of the government.

A fat, stinking Bulgarian coal miner!

Bohemian.

Shut up! Don't give me corrections!

I want to know something, I ask.

Now, shut up, and let me think what to do.

Frank, cut it out and sit down.

You're going to give yourself a headache.

Nobody wants to know my solution?

Anytime a man gives you a problem,

you have one invariable solution.

Bump him off.

That's right, bump him off.

What's wrong with my idea?

Frank, you can't trust your friends anymore

like you used to.

You plan something big like bumping off the Mayor,

it's bound to get around,

and the first thing you know, somebody sings.

Yeah, too many guys need to cop a plea today.

You know what I mean?

Then they'll really have something on us.

Then what'll happen?

The blue bellies will come up and close this shop for good,

and we'll all have to go down and live with Al Capone.

Frank, will you please listen to my advice, now?

All right, I'm listening.

What is this... advice?

Out-of-town talent.

I got a man coming... Should be here any minute...

From Boston.

A gun? Huh?

A gun? A lawyer.

Top man. Ira Peterson.

Very smart.

Handled some things for our people back East.

Well, why do we need a lawyer?

To make a deal.

We form a dummy corporation, include Cermak in.

He doesn't know it's us.

The whole thing is handled from Boston.

Offer him a chance to make a couple of hundred grand.

Sign him up, then he's got to cooperate.

I have a feeling this might work.

Well, I haven't!

I got a feeling Cermak isn't going to get shut up

except by something that talks louder than he does.

Like one of these.

Also from out of town.

If we need artillery, we import it.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'm Mr. Peterson.

I understand we have problems.

But perhaps, as President Coolidge said,

"Our most important problem is not to secure new advantages,

but rather to maintain those we already possess."

Well, gentlemen, time is money.

Shall we begin?

On the night of December 14, 1932,

in the library of Mayor Anton Cermak's home,

lawyer Ira Peterson had his meeting.

Your Honor, I represent certain Boston clients,

whose names at present, I am not at liberty to divulge.

Now, these gentlemen are interested

in forming a syndicate

to manage and direct the World's Fair

here in Chicago, assuming, of course,

all responsibilities for franchises, taxes, etcetera,

etcetera, etcetera.

Now, this syndicate would operate

under Your Honor's direct personal guidance,

since it would be invaluable to have the benefit

of your great experience in administration.

Go on, Mr. Peterson.

Well, sir, as evidence of good faith,

we are empowered to make a substantial down payment

to any account, or any bank,

that you care to designate.

What do you think so far, Your Honor?

You really want to know?

Well, yes, yes, of course.

I think it's a big, fat bribe!

A scheme to muscle in on legitimate business

and to get the Mayor of Chicago in a trap at the same time.

I'd be an idiot to listen.

A proposition like this coming

from unknown clients.

Really, sir, I told you I'm not at liberty

to divulge the names...

Well, I am at liberty to divulge the names!

They are Nitti, Skidmore, Capone and Company.

And they don't operate in Boston;

they hang out right here in Chicago...

Over a small building on South Street.

We keep pretty close tabs on that building, Mr. Peterson.

You were seen going in and coming out

some weeks ago.

What buildings I go in and out of are my own affair!

Now, is it bothering you the fact

of accepting our proposal

while you're still in office...

You think I should resign

and accept your proposition as a private citizen?

Yes.

It would certainly remunerate you far more handsomely.

You're, uh... you're 60.

You could take it easy.

Mm-hmm.

Now, this I find very interesting.

I thought you might.

Yes.

But what reason would I give for resigning?

Ill health.

Perfectly logical.

There's precedent.

Yes, very interesting.

You know why?

Because it would mean that when I got out of the way,

you fellows would have to be very sure

that who ever followed me in as Mayor

would be one of your people.

Or someone that you could buy.

So, to save the city from that, I think I just won't resign.

Mister Mayor...

I have before me a list

of what a dully authorized investigatorial committee

might recognize as misuses of power

on the part of a public official.

Now, these fact's cover your actions

as a precinct captain...

your manipulations of the Twelfth Ward,

and oh, yes,

your organized racial block called the United Societies.

Now, we can produce witnesses who...

You're wasting your time, Boston lawyer.

These things you dug up about me,

they printed that stuff in books.

You can buy it in a bookstore.

A politician does many things,

but I can tell you this: I've never been in jail.

And that's more than you can say for your client, Frank Nitti.

No deal, Mr. Peterson.

Tell Nitti to go fly a kite!

Is that your final word?

No.

Good night!

Yes.

By the way,

I ran into some interesting facts

during my research in Chicago.

Apparently, it's unlucky to be mayor of this city

during a world's fair.

Did you know that the last world's fair mayor

of Chicago was assassinated?

All right.

You asked for it,

now you're going to get it.

You're going to be served with a summons

to appear and answer charges!

Charges of attempted bribery,

blackmail, etcetera, etcetera.

And threatening the mayor's life.

And when you talk,

Nitti and Company will be sent up.

And that's a promise!

And that seemed to draw blood.

He became very, very angry.

Said he was going to serve me

with the avowed intention of preferring charges.

What charges?

Mm... attempted bribery, suborning,

conveying the connotation of a threat to his life.

But he, obviously, won't go through with it.

You don't know that Bulgarian.

Suppose, just suppose,

he did serve this subpoena, whatever it is...

what would happen?

Mm, I'd have to appear and testify, but...

Tell the names of the people who hired you?

Well, if you carry it that far, yes...

I suppose a committee could,

under the pain of contempt of court, force answers to...

And we would go to jail?

How big a rap?

Oh, come now, Mr. Nitti,

let's not carry this to ridiculous extremes

of conjecture.

I tell you what we do, Mr. Peterson.

Let's play safe, huh?

I think we'll get you out of town.

You're probably right,

he won't serve the papers.

But just in case, you know?

Yeah, that's best, Mr. Peterson,

if you ain't around,

he can't serve you with anything.

There's a plane out of here in an hour.

A couple of the boys will drive you

to the airport.

Who's got a car?

I got mine downstairs.

Hey, Louie, want to go along?

Sure, I'll go along.

Well, I don't suppose there is any more

I can do here at present.

I want to get home for Christmas anyway.

Still have some shopping to do.

Sure. We all let it go to the last minute.

We'll be in touch.

Well, good-bye, Mr. Peterson.

Have a good trip.

What's the matter, Louis?

Feels like we got a flat tire.

Gee, I hope not.

Let's take a look.

Everything all right?

Front ones are all right.

You mind stepping outside, and giving us a hand?

Mr. Peterson, I think we got a flat tire

in the rear.

I'm afraid I wouldn't be of much help.

Now!

Come on, get out!

Take your hands off me!

What, what do you think you're doing?

You out of your mind? Ow!

♪ ♪

Wonder how long it'll take him to get back to Boston.

Could take years.

He'll never make it for Christmas.

And now back to The Untouchables.

Herr Hitler is saying:

"I have advanced with my shock troops

and have placed myself at the head of the government

to lead the German people to liberty."

And so, Adolf Hitler accepts the chancellorship,

although on less sweeping terms than he had hoped for.

The composition of the new German cabinet

leaves Herr Hitler no scope for gratification

of any dictatorial ambition.

Happy birthday to the president-elect.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt is 51 years old.

The president-elect cuts an eight-pound birthday cake

in the presence of patients and staff members

of The Warm Springs Georgia Foundation.

In Miami, Joe Zangara's savings had dwindled to $43...

All he had in the world.

He was living in the attic room of a boarding house,

for which he paid two dollars a week.

And he had found a restaurant

where he could eat for 15 cents a day.

Joe Zangara had once been a good workman.

He earned good money,

but nothing was left of his will to work.

Nothing was inside him but a constant, aching torment.

A misery which, he believed in his twisted soul,

could be relieved only by the death

of the leader of the nation.

In Chicago...

A group of assassins to whom money was no object

in accomplishing the murder

of the man they had marked for death.

Good evening.

Early in February, 1933,

two out-of-town gentlemen arrived at the Capone office

for a conference.

These expensive experts were known front face and profile

to the police of Detroit

and the North Central states as:

Milwaukee Minelli... and Roley Sutton.

All right, let's get down to business.

You know who we've got in mind?

This guy... Cermak.

That's right.

That's pretty big stuff.

I never did one that big.

That's why you're getting big money.

Sure.

That's always good.

We got some news,

ought to make things a lot easier for you.

We did some research...

finding out what he does...

like his habits, you know?

Any objection to daytime?

Don't make much difference.

Night time's better,

but... you got a good daytime habit...

That's okay.

A very good habit.

Right around the corner

from the Mayor's office is a little coffee shop,

he goes there every morning...

takes a breather from the office.

Every morning?

Seems to be.

Sounds good.

I'll check for a few days.

Work up a time sheet.

That's best.

How about the limousine?

Whenever you want it.

Holy mackerel.

Look what time it's got to be.

They close at 9:00.

That dry cleaning joint over here.

I ain't made my collection there yet this week.

Well, go get it!

Dope!

See you later.

What's the matter with him?

All the time behind with his collections.

I don't know.

I think he's got girl trouble.

All right.

Where were we?

Sorry, we're closed.

Hello, baby, it's me.

I'm afraid I can't let you in right now.

If you're closed, that's even better.

This is just a social call.

Mr. Ryan, I've told you before

that there's no use here.

Baby, you ought to be nice to me.

I collect a lot of money around here.

People all the way up and down the street

are paying me good money to be protected.

Now have I ever mentioned money to you?

No... please go.

That's because we could work out a little arrangement.

Something personal, you know? No, I won't!

In the first place, I'm a married woman...

Yeah...

and your husband keeps going away on trips.

I don't buy that, baby.

Why don't he come back?

He came back, Mister.

I'm the missing husband.

You satisfied?

Good night, Mister, we're closed.

You don't say?

Yeah. Come on, out.

Let's go. Don't come back.

Mighty high and mighty for a pants presser.

Beat it.

Make me.

♪ ♪

You'll see me again, buddy.

Jake "Dodo" Ryan, a hoodlum, a bully,

had taken a well-deserved licking.

An incident, seemingly unrelated,

which was to have a profound bearing on a matter

which meant life or death to the mayor of Chicago.

After learning the details of a meeting

between Cermak and Peterson, Eliot Ness assigned

Untouchables William Youngfellow and Jack Rossman

to guard the mayor.

'Morning.

And how are we today?

Oh, couldn't be better.

I'm expecting a friend for breakfast.

Can, uh, Hans and Fritz...

My two Katzenjammer Kids... Have this table, maybe?

Why, surely!

You sit right down.

Sit right down.

I'll be right with you.

Thank you.

Coffee? That's fine, thank you.

Me, too, and one of those cakes, please.

Ah, coffee and cake, right away.

Mr. Ness.

Your Honor.

Sit down, please.

How's he been treating you?

Can't complain.

He's tried to lose us a couple of times.

But we're sticking close.

Sticking close?

Like a couple of court plasters, that's how close.

I have now absolutely no privacy at all.

Well, you wanted to be a public servant.

This is very pleasant.

Yes, isn't it?

I come here every day.

Well, what will you have?

You like cake?

I don't know... I had breakfast a couple of hours ago.

So did I, but fellows like us burn up lots of energy.

You have to restoke the furnace once in a while.

Oh.

Kavu a kolac for my friend, Mr. Ness.

This is Mrs. Swoboda.

How do you do? How do you do?

Fine.

How goes the World's Fair?

Oh, pardon me.

The Century of Progress Exposition.

Great.

Everything's working fine.

I was going to ask you,

have you heard any more about that Boston lawyer?

No.

Not a word.

Neither did I.

And things seem quiet with the Nitti bunch.

Yes.

You think too quiet?

Could be.

Oh, here we are.

Oh, that looks fine.

I'm going to gain another five pounds.

Kids will kill me.

Do you have children, Mr. Ness?

Yes, one... a boy.

A boy.

Oh, that's wonderful.

You know how long I was married?

34 years.

I got a daughter as old as you.

That'd be quite a trick; I'm 35.

Was your wife from Bohemia?

No, from here.

Met her when I was working at the coal mines.

Next time I saw her was in a restaurant.

She didn't recognize me; my face was clean.

Before, I looked like Al Jolson or somebody.

Well, you've come a long way since then, Your Honor.

That's the kind of a country this is.

Fella can do it if he's willing to keep plugging away.

I wouldn't want your job.

I wouldn't want it either,

if it hadn't happened to work out.

It's tough.

But, like, we have an old Bohemian saying:

"To a tough steak comes a sharp knife."

We should be getting back, Your Honor.

Me, too.

Mrs. Swoboda?

Yes?

On my bill, please. Sure.

It was wonderful; I'll be back.

Thank you, I'm glad.

Oh, thank you.

See you tomorrow, Mrs. Swoboda.

Your table will be here like always, Mr. Mayor.

Thank you.

I'm a politician.

You can accuse me of a lot of things,

but I've never yet gotten votes by kissing babies.

Thanks again, Your Honor.

See you soon.

Well, boys, take good care of the Mayor.

♪ ♪

Who's that for?

Some friends of mine.

Oh, the dry cleaning shop.

The one that gave you trouble the other night, huh?

They're the friends.

What is it?

Nitro?

No, some new stuff.

It's a lot better than nitro.

Get that for me, will you, Frank?

It's them.

I think we're all set.

For when?

Tomorrow morning.

No kidding.

That's right.

It's all here.

Monday, he arrives 9:38, he leaves 10:05.

Tuesday, he gets there 9:44, leaves 10:14.

Today, 9:39.

Came out of the coffee shop at 10:10.

Notice the pattern?

Never gets there before 9:30.

Never leaves until after 10:00.

Stays an average of 20 minutes.

Stays an average of 22 minutes, 17 seconds.

Never gets there before 9:38,

never leaves before 10:05.

Genius.

So what's the perfect time for us?

9:50 9:50.

At 9:50, there's gonna be a big noise on Novotny Street.

There's gonna be a big noise on South Street, too.

9:50.

Finito to that Bulgarian.

Nice work, boys.

Let's break out the drinks and celebrate.

Now you're talking.

At 9:12 on the morning planned for the murder of Mayor Cermak,

Eliot Ness and Allison of the Untouchables

paid a visit to the Elite Dry Cleaning Shop.

Good morning.

I'm Eliot Ness.

Oh.

This is Mr. Allison.

How do you do?

We had a report that you had some trouble

with a man who works for a protective syndicate.

Yes. Well, I think you'd better

talk to my husband Tom about that.

Tom?

Would you talk to these gentlemen

about the man you had the fight with?

You bet I will.

This is my husband Tom Jansen.

How do you do?

Have you been paying protection money, Mr. Jansen?

No. That's the trouble.

This big mug is sweet on my wife.

I didn't know about it.

I've been away back East.

So she tried to handle him, keeping a respectable distance.

Well, the other night, he comes in,

and unfortunately for him, I'm here.

I just came back.

So, we had a big fight, and I threw him out.

Can you describe him?

Oh, easy.

He was a big guy, had a droopy left eye.

Looked like a fighter or something.

Jake "Dodo" Ryan.

All right, I'll give the officer on the beat Ryan's description,

and we'll keep a general watch out.

Thanks. You bet.

So long.

Don't worry, honey, everything's gonna be all right.

Wait for me.

Okay.

How about that?

Pretty good catch, huh? One hand.

Give me back my ball!

Sure, kid, here.

Hey, kid, want to make a quarter?

A quarter?

Sure. See?

Now, all you got to do... Come here.

You see that pants pressing joint over there?

The Elite? Sure.

Okay. You take these pants over,

tell them your old man wants them hot pressed

by machine in a hurry.

That's all?

And I get a quarter?

Well, I like you, kid.

Hot pressed by machine in a hurry, right?

I'll wait for you here.

You know what?

Because I like you, when you come back,

I'll give you another quarter.

Gee.

Okay, on your way.

Watch yourself in the traffic.

I've seen him around, now that you mention it.

Uh, great big guy with a droopy lid.

Looks like a fighter. That's him.

Hello, Mrs. Jansen.

Well, hello, Albert, how are you?

Swell.

Is Mr. Jansen in the back?

I got these for him. Well, yes.

Go ahead back, honey.

How's your mother?

Swell.

Hi, Mr. Jansen.

Oh, hi, Albert.

My old man wants you to steam press these

for him in a hurry.

Your old man, Albert?

Is that a nice way to talk about your dad?

Put them here.

So he wants a fast press, huh?

Well, we aim to please.

Albert, take this out to Mrs. Jansen, will you?

Sure.

Hold it up high so it don't get dirty.

Oh, thank you.

What did you get for your birthday, Albert?

A chemical set and a submarine.

Uh-huh.

Oh, listen, if you're going to bounce the ball,

why don't you go out in front and wait?

Okay.

Hey, mister, are we going to wait around here all day?

Just a couple of minutes more, buddy.

Hey, ain't that the guy?

Come on, get going.

Get me out of here.

All right, I'm stalled.

Get it started! It's stalled!

Grab him.

Hey!

Hold it!

Drop it!

All right, all right, don't shoot.

You're a dead man, Ryan.

Come out here.

Okay, okay, what's the matter with you guys?

I didn't do nothing.

Let's go.

Here!

Here he comes. Yeah, there he is.

There's the guy that did it.

They got him.

That's him.

I don't know this kid.

I never seen him before in my life.

Get him off me!

It's first degree, Ryan.

Murder in the first degree.

You'll get the chair. No, you can't.

A deal, let's make a deal. Take him downtown!

No bail, no nothing!

I'll sign it. No, a deal.

Look, you don't know what's going to happen.

You don't know about Cermak.

Rico, bring the car around, will you?

What's going to happen?

Is it a deal?

You do right by me and I'll tip you... straight stuff.

They're going to kill the mayor, I swear.

Okay, it's a deal.

When? Where?

Any minute.

Wh-What time is it?

9:30.

20 minutes.

Machine gun from a limousine.

9:50, I swear it.

Where?

I don't know the name of the place.

He has coffee there every morning.

Swoboda's.

Take him downtown.

Hey, wh-what happens to me?

Just like I said.

You go up for murder, first degree.

No, you made a deal.

Did I?

You lousy, stinking cop.

It's a double-cross.

It's a stinking double-cross!

That's what it is.

How does it feel?

♪ ♪

What's the time?

Three minutes.

How fast do you want to be going?

A pretty good clip.

Okay, I'll take it around the block once,

get up a little speed.

Yeah, good.

Well, Katzenjammers, same as always?

The same.

We're a little late this morning, aren't we?

No, just about the same time as always.

Next block.

Now, here's what we do.

You slow up in front and I'll run across.

You guys back up and block the street.

The coffee shop's on the downtown side,

so that's the side they'll be on.

Clear the streets!

Get out of here!

This is police business!

On the floor, everybody on the floor, quick!

What's wrong with those crazy idiots?

The guy with the baby carriage!

Nobody got hurt?

I guess it's all over.

I have no words to say... We were lucky.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Swoboda.

We'll fix this all up for you.

Maybe I'd better not come back again.

Oh... it's all right.

Nobody left to talk?

Nobody.

The first attempt on the life

of the mayor of Chicago had failed,

but there would be another attempt.

More hired assassins would be put to work on the project,

which by now had become the obsession of the Capone gang.

And in Miami, Florida, to an unhired assassin

with an obsession for the death of another man

came momentous news.

♪ ♪

In a Miami pawnshop, Joe Zangara, for eight dollars,

bought a revolver and ten bullets.

A 32-year-old bricklayer turned derelict had become

the principal actor in a drama whose final scene

would be witnessed by an audience of 10,000 people.

The Untouchables.