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He's dead.

Believe me, he's dead.

Another frame?

You got a very quick mind.

Nobody'll buy it, Selko.

That's right, nobody.

I'm glad you're
worried about me.

You can't just put
a gun in my hand

and assume it's a clean frame.

I can't do anything.

My hands are tied.

What can I do?

You work in the gutter,
Selko, right down in the mud.

That's where you belong.

That's right, I
work in the gutter.

That's where I belong;
I belong in the gutter.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Costarring Murray
Hamilton, Ned Glass,

and Vincent Gardenia.

With special guest
star Peter Falk.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

In the summer of 1934,

a new gambling device
swept across the country...

A mild-looking game of chance

which anybody could play
and everybody did play,

a nickel-and-dime game that
looked like small-time stuff.

In one year, the mild-looking
punchboards grew bigger

than the numbers racket.

The take in Chicago
alone rose to $70 million.

Federal officers!

Because of Eliot Ness' raids

on punchboard
manufacturing sites,

the citywide profit on the
boards dropped a sizable 15%.

But Ness wanted the men on top.

There were five men who
ran the punchboard syndicate.

Their headquarters
was an old building

down by the freight yards.

The five top men represented
the five major cities

controlled by the syndicate.

At the head was
Chicago, then Cincinnati,

St. Louis, Detroit,
and New York.

With this raid, business
in four cities is down 22%.

Why 22%?

I'll tell you why.

In two words:

Eliot Ness.

In St. Louis alone,

three raids in ten days.

210,000 punchboards up in smoke.

Eliot Ness.

In Detroit, six collectors
were picked up.

And it's beginning to hurt.

What do you got to say, Max?

In New York, we're not
losing so much business.

Maybe that's because
we got ourselves, uh,

somebody who knows
how to take care of things.

Uh, a whatchamacallit...
uh... uh, uh, a troubleshooter.

If money has to go to
the right places, hmm?

Police, judge, maybe
the legislature...

We got Nate Selko.

Anything to do with
city hall, maybe higher...

we got Nate Selko

to take care of it for us.

How much higher?

Pikers we ain't.

We could try all the way, Joe.

Tell us what you got in mind.

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Petrie,

you got a special
kind of problem,

and it's going to require
a special kind of solution.

Now, it ain't gonna be easy

and it's not gonna
happen... Oh, thanks.

Like I was saying,

it's not gonna happen
overnight, you know.

I mean, a guy says
go fix Eliot Ness,

well, uh, you know,
go steal a subway.

Max, you're a tough man.

You come up with
some beauties for me,

but look, we'll find a way.

Now... here's
where I want to start.

I gotta get to know the man.

I gotta spend
some time with him.

I want to talk to him.

I want to maybe invite
him to a family restaurant,

maybe there's a private
room, and maybe I'm saying...

Look... Mr. Ness,

I'm not talking about guys
that are moving narcotics.

I'm not talking about extortion.

I'm not talking
about these gorillas

going to a legitimate man...
He works hard 9:00 to 5:00...

Put the squeeze on him.

These are bad boys.

These boys got to be put away.

They're monsters.

And you're doing
great work in that field

because I read
about it all the time,

but as far as the punchboard
is concerned, I got a motto...

Listen, "live and let live."

What can be bad?

Hey, maybe I should order
you something else to drink?

I told you I didn't
want anything.

Everybody wants something.

Now... as far as the
punchboards are concerned,

live and let live because,
seriously, who do they hurt?

Who does a punchboard hurt?

Everybody plays it.

You know, the old
ladies... They love 'em.

They can't wait,
they're punching away.

And I'll tell you
something else...

You take the average
guy in the street...

You know he don't make
much. What has he got?

For a nickel, maybe
he wins five dollars.

For a nickel, he has some fun.

For a nickel, who knows?

Maybe he wins the grand prize.

That's his hope.

What do you want to do,
you want to take that away?

How much?

$500,000.

That's a Swiss bank.

Nobody knows you got the money.

You know, I figured it out.

At, uh, at your salary,

it would take you
183 years to get that,

and I'll tell you
something else, Mr. Ness...

Don't say another word.

During the weeks that followed,

the Untouchables hit the
punchboard manufacturers

and collectors again and again,

trying to find some clue to the
organization behind the racket,

looking for any slim
lead toward the top.

Ness speaking.

Hello, Eliot. Lee.

I'm in a neighborhood bar.

There are plenty of punchboards,

but the man in charge here
doesn't seem to remember

what the distributor
looked like.

All right, Lee,
knock off for tonight.

You can confiscate
the stuff in the morning.

Everybody else has
been home a half hour.

You still have the daily to do?

I just typed it up.

I'll mail it to Washington
on the way home.

Big report on nothing.

Good night, Lee.

Good night.

Hello. Ness.

Eliot Ness?

Yes.

Listen carefully.

I'm only going to say this once.

If you want to pick up a
collector for the punchboards,

go to the back of the candy
store at 1812 West Grand.

1812 West Grand.

There's an alley in the back.

He'll be coming out about 8:00.

Watch out.

He carries a gun.

Now we are going to
see who is the champion.

Call an ambulance, please?

Why did you shoot? I...

I told you I didn't have a gun.

I'm a federal officer.

I was making an arrest.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

Hi, Eliot, have
you got a minute?

Sure thing, Tim.

Make it 30 seconds, eh? Okay.

Can I get your personal
version of this shooting?

What shooting?

Last night.

This collector for
the punchboards.

The way we got the story,

we heard the man
didn't have a gun.

Wait a minute,
there's no story there.

Eliot, we hear the
man didn't have a gun.

Now, some of the papers
are going to play this up big.

I thought if we got your story,

we could at least
tell your side of it.

No comment.

Morning, Eliot.

Good morning, Eliot.

I made an arrest last night.

His name is Rick Landy, a
collector for the punchboards.

I want you to know
what happened.

I got a phone tip this
man would be in an alley

behind a candy store at
1812 West Grand Street.

I was warned he was armed.

I went in the alley, saw him,

said I was a federal
officer, told him to surrender.

He fired twice; I
returned the fire.

And I couldn't find
the gun he used.

He claims he was unarmed.

The newspapers are
going to play this up.

I thought you ought to know.

Okay, let's get to work.

Ness speaking.

Yes, Beecher,
12:00 in your office.

Right.

Right.

I'm gonna check the
files on this Landy,

then I'm going to
the Federal Building.

Be back about 3:00.

Right.

They've got him on
the carpet already.

He won't be there long.

You heard what happened.

Yeah, but how can he
prove it without the gun?

Selko.

How are you?

I was just in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd drop
in and say hello.

It's a nice shop.

You know what
this reminds me of?

Hey, Al, remember back
home... Chi Chi the barber?

Yeah, yeah.

We had this barber back home...

So he's tight; he don't
want to spend any money,

so he's always screaming:

"We got to investigate the
gas company because..."

Selko. What?

What do you want?

Hey... how'd you know
I wanted something?

Come on, come on.

I just wanted to
talk to you, Jake.

I wanted you and me... I didn't
want the other guys around.

What is it? Well,
it's not too big.

Like what?

Well, you know at
the conference table,

you got five chairs. Mm-hmm.

Why don't you make it six?

Six?

Yeah, I don't like
sitting in the back.

I want to be over
there in the front.

You know, Selko,

for a classy operator,
you're pretty pushy.

Let me ask you this, Jake:

Did anybody ever get
anywhere without pushing?

Now, let me ask you this:

Does anybody know
that any better than you?

To sit at that table, Selko,

you got to do
something pretty big.

I know that, Jake.

So?

Al?

Well, now, that's
pretty big, ain't it, Jake?

18 hours after Eliot
Ness had entered the alley

back of the candy store,

his name was on the front page
of every newspaper in Chicago.

The charge was grave

and damaging to the
prestige of the Untouchables.

Enrico Rossi and Lee
Hobson searched the alley

for almost an hour,
but there was no gun

to be found.

It's his collection slip.

He must have dumped
it when he saw Eliot.

Yeah.

Sam?

Now, your store was
the last collection point

on this man's route, wasn't it?

Like I told you before,
they bring the punchboards,

they take away a few dollars.

Nobody wants the
boards in his store,

but... who is big
enough to fight?

You saw the collector
leave your store.

Then you heard the shots.

Now, we're going
to ask you again.

Please try to remember.

It's very important.

How many shots?

Oh, please, mister.

Who counts at a time like that?

Now think hard.

Were there three shots?

We'll probably want to
talk to you again, Sam.

You're not going
out of town, are you?

Where is there to go?

Okay, Sam, that was just right.

Now just keep doing
like you was told,

and we won't have
any trouble... see?

At 12:00 that day,
Eliot Ness Ness met

with Federal District
Attorney Beecher Asbury.

Thank you, Ned.

I've asked him to
stay and hear this.

You know my assistant, Eliot.

Hi, Ned. Eliot.

Now, there's no
question in my mind

about what you said
concerning the shooting, but I...

Sit down, Eliot.

I like to be sure of everything.

Now this-this man you
wounded, uh, Rick Landy...

Have you checked him?

Yes.

The only record he's got
is vagrancy and petty theft.

He's a nobody.

I can't figure it, except that,

of course, it's some
kind of frame-up.

He is a nobody,

yet he obviously was a
collector for the punchboards.

Beecher, will you give me
time to try to unwind this?

Of course I will.

There is one question

I'd like you to
answer, if you can.

We got a call from the city desk

of one of the newspapers.

They say they have
reliable information

that this collector was
carrying $15,000 in cash.

What happened
to the money, Eliot?

What happened to
the money, Mr. Ness?

I end the whole piece
with that one sentence.

How does it sound?

Yeah... Yeah,
maybe you're right.

Just make it: "What
happened to the money,"

and leave out "Mr. Ness."

Otherwise, uh, how about it?

It's okay, huh?

Yeah, well, you're the boss.

That's right, Harry, and
don't you ever forget it.

What time does the
next edition come out?

Very good.

You're doing very good.

I'll be in touch.

That was Harry Danigan.

There's gonna be another
piece in tonight's edition,

so everything's
going along good.

I'll tell you, Jake, I
got one more idea...

Keep your ideas!

I want to know why
he's sitting up here.

Whose idea is this?

My idea, Max.

I figure he deserved it.

So, stop figuring!

He works for me.

I brought him up from New York,

and when I don't need
him, I'll send him back.

We're having a little
meeting here, Nate.

You wait in the office.

You hear me, Nate?

What are you trying to do?!

Vote!

Okay. We'll vote.

In the matter of giving Nate
Selko a place at the table.

All in favor.

The chair votes yes.

Opposed?

Carried.

Nate... sit down.

Next order of business.

This Rick Landy...

We don't want no
trouble from him.

Rick who?

Landy.

Unarmed man shot
by federal agent.

I didn't know he had a name.

Something's gotta
be done about him.

Uh, Jake?

Yeah?

Uh... I'm already working
on that pretty good.

Oh.

Okay... but the next
time, you tell me first.

Yeah, sure, next
time I'm gonna tell ya.

The matter of Rick
Landy is being worked on.

Rick Landy.

We'd like to see him, please.

Landy... Oh, I'm sorry.

He's just returned from surgery.

He's probably not out
of the anesthetic yet.

How long do you think it'll be?

Oh, at least an hour.

You can wait, if you like.

No, thank you.

We'll be back.

You better tell Mr. Landy's
friend to go now.

A couple of federal
officers were out there

talking to the nurse.

Uh... Relax.

The old man says we better blow.

The feds are here.

Oh, this guy's in bad shape.

There's no telling
what he's liable to say.

That wouldn't be good, would it?

Oh, Mr. Selko.

I... I only wanted
to get the 50 bucks.

I went out the back door

of the candy store,
just like you told me.

I give the fella
the envelope, and..

And he fired on me.

I didn't even have a gun,

and he fired on me.

Yeah?

I want to talk to you, Danigan.

So talk. I'm listening.

You listen with your eyes open.

Ness.

Eliot Ness.

Well, excuse me, Eliot Ness.

I didn't know I had
federal company.

How about a drink?

What are you trying to
do to me in your paper?

Huh?

You're out to get me. Why?

Who says I'm out to get you?

Newspaperman's
duty to report the facts.

That's all.

Just-Just facts.

Bare, honest truth.

Duty to the public.

You threatening me, Ness?

I'm asking you a
straight question.

'Cause if you're threatening
me, you're wasting your time.

Where'd you get
that story you printed?

I got it firsthand.

From the man you
shot... Rick Landy.

Said he...

said he didn't have a gun,
and you opened up on him.

That's a lie.

We don't print lies!

It cost too much money.

The whole thing's a
frame-up, and you know it.

Ness... are you here
on official business?

Well, then, get out!

Yeah, this is Danigan.

Okay.

I got it.

You're gonna have
a tough time proving

it's a frame, Ness.

Man Shot by Federal Officer...

Dies in City Hospital.

This is Danigan, City Room..

Save space on page one.

Yeah, two columns.

It's important.

And now, back to
The Untouchables.

Hand grenade? Maybe.

They had three witnesses
who knew it was a frame-up.

One gone, now they
try to get rid of these two.

The old men wouldn't talk
when you were here, would they?

No, but I think they wanted to.

See if you can find
some more of that.

It may be an army grenade.

Doesn't look homemade.

Eliot?

Rossman just got
back from the hospital.

Both men are dead.

One of them had a wife,

and Rossman
went over to tell her.

Either of them say anything?

No, they never
regained consciousness.

They must've known what
happened the other night.

That's why they were
put out of the way.

Three witnesses dead.

Who's next?

For the week of
June 15 to June 22,

$61,300 receipts.

Paid out for collectors
for making up the boards,

for protection... That's a lie!

Receipts are
$66,000 for that week.

Sixty-six.

Where's the other five, Max?

Well, where, Jake?

In your pocket.

That's where.

Five G's every week,

off the top, into
Max Regal's pocket.

But, Jake, look for yourself.

Here are all the figures
in black-and-white.

Paid out for collect... Five
G's every week, off the top.

And you know
where you got it, Max?

In the Hudson National
Bank in New York.

Jake, how are you going
to argue with the figures?

They're all here
in black-and-white.

I got it all added up.

Nate, what are you
sitting there like a dummy?

Tell him he's got it all wrong!

Jake, what can I say?

I... I know the man for years.

I...

Where's your proof?

I want a hearing
right now, Jake.

We've already had it, Max.

Before you came.

Get out, Max...

while you're still in one piece.

Now!

Meeting's adjourned.

Thanks for the tip, Nate.

You know...

I thought he'd put up
much more of a fight.

So, what are you
going to do, Jake?

You can't get around the truth.

You know...

I never would have thought
of checking up on him.

I know, I know.

Look, that's the thing, see?

From now on,

you're taking over
the New York chair.

Thanks, Jake.

After Ness is out of the way.

Oh, yeah, that's number one.

That's what we got to do.

That's, uh...

that's the first
order of business.

All right, this is a bedroom
behind the candy store.

This is a window.

Ness speaking.

Thanks. Put it in a safe place.

I'll be down later.

Right.

The lab.

There was definitely a
powder burn on the curtain.

Somebody fired through
that bedroom window.

Well, it would
work, wouldn't it?

Why not?

I'm coming up the alley here.

Landy's coming out of the back

of the candy store here.

I call out to him.

Before he can open his mouth,
somebody right behind him,

shooting through this
window, fires at me.

So it had to look like
Landy was firing at you.

Right.

That's why we
didn't find the gun.

That's why the
newspapers were right.

Landy was an unarmed man.

You got to hand it to someone.

It was an almost
airtight scheme.

Wonder if Beecher can
see me this afternoon.

You going to show him that?

It's the only thing I've
got on my side of the case.

Well, good luck.

Think I'll need it?

I didn't mean it that way.

We all know nobody's
fairer than Beecher,

but, uh, well, it's still
just a... a theory, Eliot.

Eliot Ness had a
two-hour meeting

with Federal District
Attorney Asbury

and his assistant.

The results of that
meeting were public property

when the evening
papers hit the street.

Transferred to Des Moines, Iowa.

How do you like that, Nate?

Well, that's pretty good, Harry.

You done pretty good
over here. Pretty good?

The guy's washed up, finished.

Well, maybe, maybe.

That, we don't know.

He's all through, Nate.

I want the rest of the money.

Rest of the money?

What's the matter with
you, Harry, you crazy?

I gave you $5,000 a
couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, yeah, I want
the other five now.

What, you mean tonight? Why not?

You can get it... bring
it to my apartment.

Hey, I'll tell you, Harry, you
got to go easy with the liquor

because it's making
you a little pushy.

Look, Nate...

you don't talk to me
like that anymore.

I got a byline
for those stories.

My name's on page one, too.

I'm somebody in this town.

What are you
getting so excited for

right here in the middle
of the street, Harry?

I'm going to take care of you.

Here.

Here's $100 to tide you over.

Don't kid with me, Nate.

You owe me a lot more
than that, and you know it.

Well, take the hundred
as a down payment.

I mean it, Nate.

You can bring the five
grand to my apartment.

Look, Harry, will
you take the hundred

and go out and have
yourself a good time?

You know, you drink yourself
dizzy, you enjoy yourself.

There's an apple
stand right over there.

Have fun. I don't need
your lousy handouts.

Like I was telling you, Nate,

I'm somebody in this town.

He's somebody, all right.

There's somebody.

That man is somebody.

There's too many
drunks on the street, Al.

Do you hear me?

One too many.

♪ ♪

What do you want?

Don't know.

Didn't expect to see Eliot Ness

in a joint like this.

So, now you see him.

Let me buy you a drink.

Why?

Hey, Gus.

What are you having?

Anything.

Hey, Gus, two from my bottle.

Mind if I sit down?

I don't own the place.

I'm sorry about that, Ness.

Yeah, I bet you are.

Have to write what
I think is the truth.

I'll remember that out in Iowa.

Yeah.

Good trip anyway.

You know something?

What?

I ought to give you
a good working-over

before I leave town.

Why?

Public duty to Chicago.

Drink up, Ness.

At your newspaper
office at high noon.

Danigan.

Yeah?

You're a grade-A louse.

Where can we talk in private?

What? Private, private.

You and me before I go.

I got a little proposition.

Like giving me a going-over?

Hey, Danigan...

I take it back.

You're all right, Danigan.

You're all right.

Make it Harry.

You're all right, Harry.

You're a louse, but
you're an all right louse.

Hey, listen, listen.

Where can we talk, huh?

Where can we talk?

When?

Anytime, anytime.

Let me think it over, Ness.

Make it Eliot, huh?

Huh?

Okay.

Let me think it over, Eliot.

You, uh... you call
me at my apartment.

I'm in the book.

All right...

You call me.

I will.

I'll call you, I'll call you.

Hiya, Harry.

What's your hurry?

I got an appointment.

You want to take
a drive, mister,

you take it by yourself.

All right, move out of here.

Belongs to Nate
Selko, doesn't he?

Yeah, yeah, it's a rough crowd.

Not when you got
muscle on your side.

Still want to talk?

Sure.

My apartment.

Selfridge.

Wednesday night, 10:00.

10:00.

You still carry a gun?

Sure.

Bring it.

While Eliot Ness was
working on a plan of his own,

the Untouchables,
led by Agent Hobson,

found one of the key supply
points for the punchboards.

All right, hold
it, this is a raid!

Don't move!

All right, move out.

Destroy this stuff.

The toy warehouse yielded
more than punchboards.

A check of local banks showed
that the owner was Jake Petrie,

apparently a
prominent businessman.

Within an hour, the Untouchables

arrived at Petrie's
fashionable hotel,

only to find that the
metropolitan police

had just picked up Petrie
on an extradition writ

from the state of
California. The charge:

Murder.

Well, that's a
tough rap to beat.

That's a tough rap
to beat anyplace,

and whether he beats it or not,

he's still gonna be
away for a long time.

So, while Joe's away,

I figure somebody's
gotta take over.

And I figure it's gonna be me.

Supposing we figure different.

You won't.

Wait a minute... what
gives you the right?

My head gives me the right.

My brains give me the right!

What I got up here
gives me the right,

'cause I'm not stupid!

I'm not stupid
like all you guys!

What was your biggest
headache over here?

This guy Ness had you crazy,
had you rocking over here.

Two weeks it took me!

In two weeks, I had that
bum out in Des Moines!

And I'll tell you
something else!

In another two weeks, I'll have

every punchboard operation
in the country wrapped up.

You know why?
'Cause I got brains.

That's why!

Let's vote.

What's to vote?

Vote.

You wanna vote?

We'll vote.

Al, come over here.

Take out that cannon.

Now we're gonna vote.

Al, you count.

You see, it takes some brains.

Now, from now
on, what I say goes

and what I say don't go.

I call all the shots.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Now, don't make me mad no more!

Please, boys, I'm
telling you, stay in line!

Just stay in line.
Don't get out of line.

I got all the muscle.

I got every cannon
in the business.

I got Al; I got all the boys.

A lot of boys are
gonna get hurt.

You stick with me,
you'll make more money

you ever made in your life.

Now, you understand
what I'm saying?

Is it clear, huh?

Huh?

Huh?

All right, now we
can do the voting.

Um...

All in favor of Nate Selko for
the chairman, raise their hand.

All right, Nate Selko's
the new chairman.

We got some new business.

We'll take that up at the
regular meeting tonight.

Now it's adjourned.

As Nate Selko completed

his takeover of the
punchboard syndicate,

Eliot Ness made a quiet stop at
the Seventh Avenue El station.

His reason: To contact
the special agent

from the Federal
District Attorney's Office.

The contact of Eliot Ness

and the special agent
preceded by one hour a follow-up

by Untouchables Hobson and Rossi

at the offices of the
metropolitan phone exchange.

I don't understand.

Why would anybody
want to tip off

the Los Angeles
Police on Jake Petrie

when the punchboard thing
was going so good for him?

Maybe it was just bad luck.

No, I think somebody
wanted him out of the way.

Here we are.

The call was received

by the Los Angeles
Police Department

at, uh, Michigan 5211

at 4:06 p.m. Chicago time,

and the call came from, uh,

the Beechwood Hotel
on State Street in Chicago.

Wonderful. Thanks a lot.

This toll ticket may pay off big

if we find out who
made that call.

Yeah, what is it?

What's on your mind, Harry?

You remember the discussion
we had on the street?

We mentioned a sum.

I think it was five...

What's on your mind, Harry?

Double it, Selko.

Two times five is 10.

Oh, you want $10,000, huh?

All right, uh, I'll tell
you what, Harry.

I'll meet you at your
apartment tonight at 10:30.

Yeah.

Oh, you done a good
job, I understand.

You probably deserve
it. We'll talk about it.

Yeah.

Wait a minute here, this guy...

This guy wouldn't threaten a
sick cat, and all of a sudden...

He wouldn't do this unless
he had a gun at his side.

Ness's gun.

And you don't know Nate Selko?

I never heard of him.

You mean you had nothing to
do with the punchboards, Jake?

Punchboards?

What punchboards?

The ones that were made at
the toy factory on River Street.

We raided the place the
morning you were picked up.

Oh, now, look...

the place on River
Street is leased by me to...

to other parties.

Now if they make
punchboards there,

I can't help it.

And, uh, you don't
know this Selko?

No.

Now, look, if I can
help you, I'd like to.

I don't understand, Jake.

Selko's the guy who tipped off
the California police about you.

I never heard of Nate Selko.

Well, he called the
Los Angeles police

from the Hotel Beechwood,
right here in Chicago.

Here's the toll slip we got
from the phone company.

Now, why would this Nate Selko

want Jake out of the way?

Is Selko on top of the
punchboards now, Jake?

Selko ain't on top of anything!

Well, with you out of the way,
somebody's gotta take over.

And you think that
I'm out of the way?

No, Nate Selko does.

Yeah? Yeah.

He slipped it to you pretty
good, didn't he, Jake?

You gotta hand it to him.

Oh, I'll hand it to him.

I'll hand it to him so good

that he'll spend the rest
of his days in the can.

Can you make it stick, Jake?

Call the stenographer.

You want an affidavit?

I'll give you an affidavit
that'll blow the punchboards,

Nate Selko, and
everything sky high.

Call the stenographer.

I'll tell you about Nate Selko.

He's dead.

Believe me, he's dead.

Another frame?

You got a very quick mind.

Nobody'll buy it, Selko.

That's right, nobody.

I'm glad you're
worried about me.

Can't just put a gun in my hand

and assume it's a clean frame.

I can't do anything.

My hands are tied.

What can I do?

I can't rap you on the head
and pour the liquor on you.

Everybody knows
you liked the guy

because he was so nice
to you in the newspaper.

What can I do, huh?

I can't do a thing
because I'm stupid.

For once in your life,
you're right, Selko.

You're peanuts.

By the time Capone was your age,

he owned half of Chicago.

That's right. Well, good for Al.

He had errand boys
with more savvy than you.

That's right.

Frames, bribes.

You work in the gutter,
Selko, right down in the mud.

That's where you belong.

That's right, I
work in the gutter.

That's where I belong,
I belong in the gutter.

What's the matter, you
don't like Swiss banks?

What's the matter, you don't
like it when I buy you a drink?

You like to slap people
around though, don't you?

You like to grab them by
the collar, push them around!

You like that, don't you?

You're a cheap cop!

You spend your time
chasing punchboards

and you ain't got enough
brains in your head

to pick up a half a million
bucks when it's in your face!

Half a million put
up by a two-bit punk.

I should've put you away then!

Hey, boys, it's me, Nate!

Get ready! Selko!

Come on up, Selko.

We're having an open
meeting without you.

A little meeting...
Just me and the feds.

You pushed pretty
good, didn't you, Selko?

You pushed yourself
right to the top!

Well, look around you, Selko.

How does the top
look from down there?!

The boys... where are the boys?

The boys are
supposed to be here.

They didn't quite
make it, Selko.

And do you know why?

Because I told
the feds everything!

You shouldn't have
done that, Jake.

You through running, Nate?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm through.

I'm through.

With the defection
of Jake Petrie,

and the capture of Selko,

the punchboard empire collapsed.

The remaining
members of the syndicate

were picked up that night.

Jake Petrie was
returned to California,

where he went
to prison for life.

Nate Selko, who
had fought for a chair

on the punchboard syndicate,

ended up with
another chair, at Joliet.

And in Chicago,

Eliot Ness remained in
charge of the Untouchables.

The Untouchables.