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Do you have you any idea
what you've done to him?

He's been standing
them off for months.

They wrecked his trucks,
they bombed his ovens,

they killed his best friend.

I'm not through!

You think he hasn't been hurt?

I was at the funeral.

I saw him.

Half his life went
into that grave.

He was next.

They would have
killed him anyway.

Go ahead... hand that
signed contract to Hanlon.

See how long your father lasts.

Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert
Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Harold
J. Stone, John Larch,

Will Kuluva, Joan Staley.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

By the middle of 1932,

Louis Lepke Buchalter
and the Syndicate

had the New York garment
industry completely organized

and under control.

Now they could turn their
attention to new business.

A business that built
up to incredible totals.

More than 500 independent
wholesale bakers.

Their prosperity
inviting the Syndicate

to dig its finger into the pie.

As always, the
Syndicate first moved

to gain control of both
supply and delivery.

And as always, the move
was supported by violence.

Hey.

Haven't you ever heard

of the United Bakers
Trucking Association?

Huh?

You know, the last
time we checked,

you hadn't even signed up.

It ain't my say.

I just deliver.

Yeah, we know.

And we, uh... we thought

we just might give
you a little hand, hmm.

All right, come on.

Open it up.

All right, boys, get 'em up.

Up!

Okay, drop 'em.

Owen Adams, government agent

and longtime
friend of Eliot Ness,

had been working out of
the New York office for years.

Three months
before, at the request

of federal attorney
Dennis Matson,

he had been assigned to
the growing bakery racket.

This was the closest
he had come to scoring.

Hit 'em.

Eliot Ness, in New York
to testify before a grand jury

investigating
waterfront racketeering,

was hit very hard
by Adams' death.

I know.

He was my friend, too.

Who did it?

Who always does it?

The Syndicate.

Lepke, Kulak, the rest of them.

He was working on that
Trucker" Association, huh?

Yup, trying to tie it
up to the Syndicate.

We're sure it's one
of their operations.

How are you doing
with the grand jury?

I'm through.

You know, if you didn't have

to rush back to
Chicago... I don't.

There were others disturbed

by Adams' death.

At that moment, Joe Kulak,

the high priest of
organized crime in New York,

was meeting with his
associates, the Syndicate.

Dutch Schultz, the notorious
Arthur Flegenheimer,

who controlled half a
dozen flourishing rackets.

Louis Lepke Buchalter,

who had the garment
industry in his pocket

and was already building
Murder Incorporated.

Jake Gurrah Shapiro,
Lepke's right arm,

and one whose chair
was still unoccupied.

And he can walk in
and sit there for an hour

with that stupid
grin, and I tell you,

it's not going to
make any difference!

So what do you want to do, Joe?

Give him a limit.

Ten days.

Nobody says to me ten days.

A number.

Make it 11... or nine or 12.

But make it definite.

Make him get
those bakers in line!

Am I clear, Lep?

You're clear enough.

Is he here?

Outside.

He's been cooling his
heels for the last 20 minutes.

Then, uh...

maybe it's time you
made him sweat.

Top of the morning, gentlemen.

Sit down, Hanlon.

Lep, you got some facts
and figures for our friend?

Been reading the funny papers?

You're laughing?

In my circle, we
laugh even at a wake.

Maybe you're traveling
in the wrong circle.

You knock off a fed.

That's nothing to laugh at!

Four months now, we set you up

as president of the
Trucking Association.

The count here shows
500 independent bakers.

Not even half have
signed up so far.

Maybe you'll do better
organizing a softball team.

Well, you gents are
mighty hard to please.

If I try to talk them into
line, I ain't fast enough.

If I squeeze them a little,
somebody yells ouch.

There's a big difference
between squeezing bakers

and killing a fed.

Maybe somebody should
learn you something.

Maybe I'm too old to learn.

Maybe you picked the wrong dog.

But you'd better think
before you make a change.

You see, you need a front
man who's absolutely clean.

And I don't see
anybody around...

Sit down!

We called this
meeting to help you.

Start with this one.

That's the biggest.

Adam Stone, huh?

He's the biggest all right.

I figure it's better to nail
the little guys down first.

We do the figuring.

You do what you're told!

You go to work on Stone.

You wrap him up,
and all the little guys

will fold up like
ten-cent accordions.

You're the boss, Mr. Lepke.

Stone it is.

Wait!

What about the truck driver?

A dead man's a quiet man.

They had guns on me.

Just take away their guns,

I'd bust them wide open.

All of them.

Just take their lousy guns away.

We're trying to.

We need your help.

Nothing to be ashamed
of, being scared.

That's how they
stay in business...

Keeping people scared.

Bigger, stronger
people than you.

Yesterday, you
told me I'm scared,

I'd laugh right in your face.

But today... a stinking,
lousy little punk,

brass knucks and all...

I'd bust him wide open.

And I stand there
shaking, shaking.

You tell him I want to see him.

Just want to talk
to him, that's all.

Please, I told you.

Mr. Stone is not here.

He went uptown
to see his lawyer.

It's the truth.

You can believe me.

Sure, I believe you.

You know something?

I'm gonna believe you
even more after I slap you

around just a little bit.

Knucks!

Lay off.

I got to talk to you.

Get lost.

What's the matter?

What are you doing here?

The Bull thinks you're
working too hard.

You earned yourself
a rest in the country.

Hanlon said that?

Yeah.

Come on. I ain't
been working too hard.

You mean about last night?

What's the matter?

Is something wrong?

Well, we ain't sure.

We got word about
a certain truck driver.

Got lead poisoning,
burned pretty bad.

But he can still talk.

He's got a mouth.

So, the Bull wants you
to lay low for a while.

Just in case.

What about Stone?

Stone?

We'll leave him for you.

What are you worried?

Move along, move along, please.

There isn't a thing in
the world here to see.

There is nothing
to see. Step aside.

All right, stand back.

Go right on through, sir.

One line of investigation
blocked by a hoodlum's death,

the Untouchables
moved in another direction.

What'd you find?

Adams kept this file on
every baker he talked to.

Over 500 of them.

He saw them all?

He talked to every
one of them once.

Except this one.

He talked to him three
times, and no sale.

Adam Stone.

Oh, he's an independent.

One of the biggest.

Adams was trying
to get him to help us.

No sale. Why not?

He joined the Association?

No, not him. Not a chance.

He's got to be for them or us.

A man that big
can't sit on the fence.

If he hasn't joined, why
haven't they bothered him?

Well, they're picking
off the small fry first.

They'll get to Stone
sooner or later.

Maybe we will get to him sooner.

Stone.

The name is Stone,
not Rockefeller!

What's the matter?

You never heard, you
should watch the gauge?

A brand-new oven... The
best that money could buy...

And just because you
won't watch a gauge!

Adam, we got a year's guarantee.

I'll, I'll call a mechanic.

Go ahead, call a mechanic.

Spend the money. Who cares?

Adam Stone is rich!

I'll fix it myself!

For 75 cents an hour, we
could get an A-1 mechanic.

Adam, it's a shame for the help.

Get up already.

Wh-What's the matter?

We're not baking today?

You got nothing to do?

Mr. Stone?

My name's Eliot Ness.

My name's Max Turkin.

If you're looking for the boss,

you're looking too high.

Maybe you'd better
call a mechanic.

This is the boss.

Mr. Adam Stone.

Mr. Stone.

It's hot.

I'll maybe go to the beach.

If something breaks
down, call a mechanic.

My name's Ness.

We're federal agents, Mr. Stone.

We'd like to talk
to you, if we may.

In my office.

What's the matter,
the government's gone

in the baking business?

Right now we're concerned
with the trucking end.

Oh, you heard of our troubles.

We've heard of them.

I'm happy to hear you say "our".

Hoodlums, racketeers,
good-for-nothings.

A disgrace for the industry.

Hoping to run them out.

You can help, Mr. Stone.

I'm not a policeman,
I'm a baker.

One of the biggest.

A lot of the smaller
ones will follow your lead.

What do you want
of me, Mr. Ness?

Call a meeting of
independent bakers.

Set up your own organization.

Run the gangsters out.

Organization?

You see this bakery downstairs?

An organization
built that, maybe?

Me, with these two hands.

For over 30 years
I've been my own boss.

You can still be.

No, no, I know how it goes.

An organization,
meetings, rules...

before you know it, some little,

cockamamie baker
from Second Avenue

is telling you how
to run your business.

You'd rather have the
racketeers telling you?

Let them try, Mr. Ness.

I've been fighting
my whole life.

I know how to deal
with people like this.

You can't do this alone.
You need the others with you.

Nobody!

I don't need nobody!

I don't think you realize what
you're up against, Mr. Stone.

These men have
ways of pressuring you.

A family man, aren't you?

It's ten years my wife died.

Then your daughter.

I have no daughter.

My daughter is dead.

I'm sorry.

I put my local number on that

if you decide to call me later.

Adam, how could you
say a thing like that?

I say the same thing to you!

My daughter is dead!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest
girlie show on the island!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest
show on the island!

And all for the small
price of ten cents.

A thin dime, a
tenth part of a dollar.

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest
girlie show on the island!

Uncle Max.

Let me look at you.

A princess!

Don't say anything
about my costume.

Well, this kind of weather,

you're in the right business.

Did Papa send you?

Nobody sent me.

You know how he
is, uh, hard like steel.

And he gets all the time worse.

Now... Now he says you're dead.

So, I'm dead.

I'm dead.

And he killed me.

He's killing himself.

Not him.

Not the strong man, Adam Stone.

Uh-uh.

Marsha... Marsha,
come home with me.

Not a chance.

Uncle Max, if he wanted me home,

he'd come and ask me himself.

How?

He doesn't know where you are.

Because he doesn't care.

He's had five years.

He looked, believe me, Marsha.

He looked, he couldn't find you.

But you found me.

Marsha, Marsha,
y-y-you were a little girl,

and he gave you once a doll.

And the next day,
you got mad at him.

So, you punished
him, you broke the doll.

That's what you're
doing now, Marsha.

You're punishing him.

He would hate to
see you like this.

I'm not punishing anybody.

I'm having a terrific time.

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Here it is, the greatest
girlie show on the island!

20 girls, 20 girlies,

wearing 19 daring costumes!

Marsha...

I must tell you, he
has big troubles now.

Then he ought to be happy.

The bigger the better.

I was just working out a little.

Well, why don't you
try working on Stone?

We were working on him.

With what?

I ain't seen him signed up yet.

Don't worry, he'll be
signed up; he'll be in.

I want him in a week.

You got seven days.

Now, look, Lep, you can't start

pinning me down...
Now, you listen to me!

I'm getting the business, too.

I don't like the way
Kulak is looking at me.

And I'm not ready to have
an open fight with him yet.

I want him signed
up, you understand?

You understand?!

I understand, I understand.

Signed up.

So all the little punks
will sign up right after him.

When I say signed up,

I don't mean I want him dead.

Now, you got seven days.

Not counting Sunday.

Lepke's looking a
little tense these days.

Maybe that steam room

isn't as relaxing as
it's cracked up to be.

Suppose we find out.

Downtown, Rico, let's
pick up a man from Matson.

I want an ear inside that gym.

Hey, you!

Who are you?

This is a private business.

We're the new
Organizing Committee

for the Trucker's Association.

Organizing Committee.

The last time I looked,
you wasn't signed up.

Get out, get out!

Don't get excited.

I just thought I'd jaw a little.

You know, point
out the benefits.

Benefits! I know
all your benefits!

Fire, flood, burial plots.

And the accident insurance.

Hey, what are you doing?

He's only trying to
save you some money.

I said get out!

Animal!

Animal!

Go ahead, kill me!

Kill me and you lose everything!

All the bakers
who already signed

and the others you want to sign.

Go ahead, shoot, shoot!

Put it away.

We'll be back.

And you'll be glad to join.

Just for the burial plot alone.

All hooked up?

You should get
it loud and clear.

Nothing yet.

Just let them talk.

Stone ain't like
them others, Bull.

The guy ain't human.

He just don't scare.

Stone ain't any different
than anybody else.

Just takes a little more
persuading, that's all.

Yeah.

This was no faulty gauge, Adam.

Maybe Mr. Ness was right.

Maybe you can't
fight them alone.

So now you want me to call Ness.

Adam... And when those gangsters

started to bother us, you
wanted me to go with them.

"Sign," you said.

All right, so I was wrong.

I was afraid.

I thought we didn't
have no other way,

but now we got another way.

Scared little mouse.

First, you run under one
chair, then under another.

Max, what do you want from me?

What do I want?

I want you shouldn't
be so stubborn.

You shouldn't think you're so
strong, you don't need nobody.

To live like this, Adam,
it ain't natural for a man.

To ask nothing, to give nothing,

to be so cold even
with your own daughter,

your own flesh and
blood. That's enough.

A beautiful girl!

Any man would be
proud to have, uh, a girl...

Max, that's enough!

Max... All right, I-I'll try.

Maybe I can get new parts.

Maybe we can salvage something.

Max?

Max?

Max, I come back...

Max?

Max?! Max!

Max!

And now back to
The Untouchables.

Services for Max Turkin
were held October 3, 1932.

In charge of the
arrangements: Adam Stone.

All right.

Say it, Mr. Ness.

Tell me it was all my fault.

He was my friend.

Grew up together
in the Old Country.

When I started the
little bakery shop

in front of the factory,
he was with me.

I don't forget all this.

I was sure you wouldn't.

Maybe you'll let us help now.

No... no, I don't need help.

I don't want any help.

I'd like to talk.

I had a thought.

After the funeral,
we'll talk in my office.

Did you want me?

Like I want the smallpox.

Every baker in
town gets this paper.

You seen it today?

Yeah, yeah, I seen it.

Educate yourself.

"Adam Stone Bakeries
will be closed for two days

"to mourn the death of its
beloved general manager

and friend, Max Turkin."

I told you I read it.

Then read it again!

Go on... maybe
you'll learn something.

Read it!

All right, Lep.

"Mr. Stone has asked us to
make this statement in his name.

"Fellow bakers,
when you pay dues

"to the Truckers' Association,

"you buy bullets for
Max Turkin's murderers.

Brian Hanlon, president
of your association."

Hot air, that's all.

If they had any proof...

If they had any
proof, they'd burn you,

and I personally would
turn on the switch.

You make any more
mistakes, Mr. Hanlon,

and maybe they'll have
a hard time finding you.

Look, Lep, you're
asking the impossible.

You want a man to make...

make bricks without clay.

How many members
we have last week?

Over 200.

And in the last two
days, 40 dropped out

on account of you
knocked off that old man.

And now, Stone,
opening up his big yap...

I could have closed it for good.

I wanted to hit him.

Who's the one who
told me to squeeze?

"Squeeze."

I'll explain squeezing to you.

And for the last time, Hanlon...

the man's got a daughter.

You're wrong, Lep.

A daughter. She's dead!

She calls herself a dancer.

A dancer like you
could find right here

in Coney Island,
Mr. King of the Boardwalk.

Here?

Take a look at the
Cooch Show sometime.

Now, that's the way it is.

I gave you Stone's daughter.

You get me Stone's name.

I don't want no more
trouble with Kulak.

You got three days.

The daughter isn't dead.

Unless Hanlon gets to her.

Rico, stay on his tail.

Right.

Get ready.

It's only ten
cents, a thin dime,

a tenth part of a dollar.

You'll have nothing to tell
your grandchildren about...

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

If you miss this show,

you'll miss the greatest
show on the island.

And if you miss it,
you won't be able

to tell your grandchildren
one solid thing.

It's only ten
cents, a thin dime,

a tenth part of a dollar.

You don't know me.

You're being modest.

Mr. Brian Hanlon,
King of the Boardwalk.

That's right.

And I know you, too.

You're Marsha Stone.

Sure, I know your father, too.

We're kind of in the...

kind of in the bakery
business together.

Except that right now,
we're having some trouble.

I wouldn't know.

I haven't seen my
father in five years.

Maybe you ought
to see him, Marsha.

Maybe there's something
you can do for him.

The only thing I
can do for my father

is just leave him alone.

Oh, that's where
you're wrong, Marsha.

There's a lot you
can do for him.

For him... for
me... for yourself.

Especially for yourself.

Now, suppose we start
right from the beginning, huh?

All right, all right.

Who is it already?

We're closed.

All right, all
right, I'm coming.

Marsha.

Look at you.

Like a painted...

What do you want?

Thanks for the warm welcome.

Well, what did you
expect, the way you look?

I have to talk to you, Papa.

Come in, come in.

I have some coffee
in Uncle Max's office.

It's from this morning.

As long as it's hot.

Thank you, Papa.

I could make some fresh.

That's all right...
this is fine.

Here, I can do that, Papa.

It's all right.

Don't bother.

I don't want any coffee.

Leave it... I'll clean it later.

It'll only take
a... I said leave it!

All right, Papa,
I'll leave it...

for when you're ready.

Always, it's when you're ready,

whether it's to eat or to sleep

or to do anything.

It's always when you're ready!

What's the big commotion?

So a little coffee spilled.

You're right, Papa.

Always right.

I didn't come here to argue.

Then, what else?

What else did you come for?

I was sent.

Somebody sent me.

President of your
Truckers' Association.

Hanlon sent you here?

He wants you to
join the association.

He wants you to sign
this contract, Papa.

And he thought I was just
the girl to convince you.

That's a laugh.

Aren't you going to slap me?

No, better still,

maybe for old time's sake,
why don't you toss me out

with a five dollar bill
pinned to my slip?

You still know
how to talk nasty.

Oh, Papa, I was 16 years old.

I was pretty.

The boys liked to look at me.

The way they look!

The way you dress,
the way you walk.

The short skirt,
face painted like a...

Don't say it!

Just don't say it.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I have to ask you this.

I want you to sign the contract.

Mr. Hanlon wants me
to sign the contract.

I want it.

Please, Papa, do
just this one thing,

just once for me.

Why?

Why?

I'm afraid.

Of Hanlon?

Not that you'll lose
any sleep over it.

No more than you've
done for the last five years.

Marsha, Marsha.

Sure, you looked
for me... with one eye!

To look too hard maybe
would have been weak,

like saying you'd
made a mistake.

Uncle Max found me easy enough.

He can tell you
all about me, Papa.

Why don't you ask him?

That ought to be good
for at least one laugh.

Go ahead, ask him!

Max is dead.

I thought maybe
you read the papers...

how he was murdered.

Your friend, Mr. Hanlon.

Because you wouldn't sign.

And you let them.

You just stood
there and let them.

Do you have to prove
how strong you are, Papa?

Marsha.

Wait a minute.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Miss Stone?

My name's Ness;
I'm a federal agent.

Government?

I'd like to talk
to you if I may.

What do you want?

Did he sign the contract?

No...

He signed it.

Hanlon got you
to do his dirty work.

Look, I'm late, I got a job.

Now, you go talk like
that to someone else, huh?

You stay and listen.

Do you have any idea
what you've done to him?

He's been standing
them off for months...

One hard-headed,
stubborn old man

against the toughest
mobsters in the country,

and he was doing all right.

They wrecked his trucks,
they bombed his ovens,

and they killed his best friend.

I'm not through.

Do you think he
hasn't been hurt?

I was at the funeral.

I saw him.

Half his life went
into that grave.

He was next.

They were going
to kill him, too.

They couldn't.

They had to have his
name on a contract.

That's the only thing that
kept him alive, Miss Stone.

Go ahead, hand that
signed contract to Hanlon.

See how long your father lasts.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, here it is,

the greatest girlie
show on the island,

and all for the small
price of ten cents,

a thin dime, a
tenth part of a dollar.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

And as a special
introductory offer,

we're going to give away
a beautiful art portfolio.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, here it is,

the greatest girlie
show on the island.

You took your sweet time.

You got the contract?

I asked you something.

You got the contract?

He wouldn't sign.

I didn't hear you.

Maybe you'd better
say that again.

He's a stubborn man.

Stubborn, huh?

Did you tell him what was
going to happen to you?!

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care what
happens to his daughter's face?

To her pretty,
little, stupid face?!

He doesn't care...
and neither do I!

Yeah?

Papa, Papa, it's Marsha.

Marsha?

Papa, he just left here...

Mr. Hanlon... Like,
like a wild man.

Watch out, Papa, he's
going to try and kill you.

But I signed the contract.

I tore it up.

I couldn't give it to him.

I knew I was wrong, I knew it.

I knew it, Papa, even
when I was asking.

You tore it up?

Well, aren't you
afraid of Hanlon?

Papa, be careful, please.

He's going to come for you.

And you.

What'll he do to you?

Marsha, you tell me,
what'll he do to you?

It's really very funny, Papa.

Marsha.

He's going to fix it so men
won't ever look at me again.

It's just like you've
always wanted.

Isn't it funny, Papa?!

And now he's
going to do it for you!

Marsha, Marsha, where are you?

Mr. Hanlon?

Eliot Ness.

You don't know me.

So? I know about you.

That makes us all even.

We know about you.

You're forgetting your manners.

I was talking to you.

Maybe you're just
worried tonight.

What happened?

Something go wrong
with that contract?

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

A contract with Adam
Stone's name on it.

Didn't the girl come
through for you?

What do you want, Ness?

Maybe I want to
give you a break.

Maybe I don't need a break.

Maybe you're forgetting
Lepke Buchalter.

He gave you a week
to bring Stone into line.

You haven't got many hours left.

I got all the time I want.

I think you touched a nerve.

Maybe the girl didn't
give him the contract.

Then he'll go after Stone.

You'd better get
over there. Right.

Rico... check in.

We'll deal with the girl.

Did you change your mind?

Hanlon?

You and that old
man... two of a kind.

Help him, please.

We've got a man with him.

We'll stay with you.

Hey, you closed up already?

I don't want nobody around.

Well, what's up?

I want Stone brought in.

Brought in?

But I thought the
girl... Forget the girl.

I want him brought in.

Sure.

You expecting somebody?

No.

Eliot.

Yes? I'm at the bakery.

Stone's nowhere around.

Well, find him, Rico.

I can't; I've been
through the whole place.

He's gone.

Stay where you are, old man.

Did you hear what I said?

Stay where you are!

You want that hard, stupid
head of yours split open?

With a club?

You need a club for this?

And two men with guns?

Shame on you, Hanlon.

I heard they call you Bull.

I'm honored to have
your presence, old man.

What brings you?

Do you want to
sign a contract now?

Ask my daughter.

She could tell you.

Pep, there's a contract in
my coat pocket and a pen.

Bring 'em both.

Mr. Stone wants to sign it.

Sign, you animal?!

Now, old man,

while you've still got
an arm to sign with, sign.

Sign... sign!

Pep, Pep, hit him!

Hit him!

You animal.

No, give me one more minute,
one more minute with this animal!

Don't tempt me.

I'll get you to a hospital.

Lee, give me a hand.

No.

I must see my daughter.

I must see my daughter.

She'll come to see
you in the hospital.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Ness!

Ness, wait.

Ness.

Ness.

Ness, wait.

Ness, you wanted
me to come in, right?

If you're ready to talk
about murder, Hanlon.

Listen, Ness.

I'll give you Lepke.

We'll get Lepke.

Ness.

Ness... don't strip me naked.

Give me a break, will you?

I'll cop a plea.

I'll come in on extortion.

If you want to talk to me,

talk about a federal
agent that was killed.

If you want to talk
extortion, go see the D.A.

His office opens
at 9:00 a.m. sharp.

Bull Hanlon never got
to the district attorney.

The following night,
two boys fished his body

out of the Gowanus
Canal in Brooklyn.

Lepke Buchalter
did not pay for that.

He did not reach
the electric chair

until several years later,

making most decent people regret

that a man can only
die once for murder.

The Untouchables.