All language subtitles for S04E03 The Chess Game

(theme music plays)

Anything wrong, Mr. Ness?

Not anymore.

You're under arrest.

Another stalemate, Mr. Ness.

Put the gun down, Bauer.

Come out with your hands up.

I don't want to kill you.

I wouldn't talk if I were you.

I wouldn't talk or move.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Chess Game."

Starring Robert Stack
as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Murray Hamilton,

Barbara Barrie,

and Michael Constantine.

With special guest star,
Richard Conte,

and narrated by Walter Winchell.

(door crashing)

WINCHELL:
By mid-June 1932,

Eliot Ness and the Untouchables
had uncovered and shut down

every
champagne-producing operation

in the city of Chicago.

Four months later,

despite the Untouchables
continued vigilance

against bootlegging's
most profitable liquid,

champagne began to appear again

in a number of the West Side's
most fashionable nightclubs.

Certain that the source
of the champagne

was outside of Chicago,

Ness and the Untouchables made
ready to raid

Chicago's swankiest speakeasy,
The Silver Canary

in an effort
to trace the champagne

back to its point of origin.

It's as good as the last batch.

Like I told you, Marty,
it's always gonna be the best.

That's the only kind
my outfit deals in.

And now that your happy,
uh, it's time to make me happy.

All right, you earned it.

How much?

Well, let's see.

350 cases.

That's $86,000 worth.

(crowd talking, chatting)

Federal officers!
Everybody stay where you are.

(people clamoring)

All right, calm down.
Nice and easy.

Go right this way, please.

File out this way, please.

(pounding at door)

Marty, it's a raid.

Hold it!

What's all the fuss about?

I wasn't doing anything.

Nobody ever is. Come on.

(people clamoring)

Clear the way!

He's the only one who came
out the back door, Eliot.

I wasn't

You'll get your chance to talk.

You'll all get that chance.

Take them out and book them.

All right, let's go.

(people groaning, complaining)

The Silver Canary.

Must be shipping it in
and labeling it here.

Well, this shipment must have
just arrived.

Glue's still wet.

Stand back.

It's frozen solid.

Check back there.

Enough champagne in there
to launch a thousand ships,

but it's all room temperature.

Except for 12.

Must be from the same case.

How did they get frozen?

Could have been shipped
in refrigerated equipment.

Why would they want to do that?

I don't know.

Let's check this out at the lab.

Champagne freezes

at approximately
23 degrees Fahrenheit.

When it's frozen then melted,

it loses a little flavor,

but it still has
its effervescence

and it's, uh,
really quite palatable.

No, thanks.

Do you have any way of telling
when the champagne was frozen?

No, I'm afraid not.

Can you tell me how long
it will take the thaw?

At what temperature?

Let's see, the temperature
in those bar cabinets

is around 55 to 60 degrees.

Oh, four to five hours.

So, this bottle isn't too far

from its source
of refrigeration.

Definitely not.

Let's find out what refrigerated
equipment came into Chicago

during the past five hours.

Thanks, Frank.

Al right.

WINCHELL:
During the night,

Bill Youngfellow questioned
the authorities at Ogden Slip

to determine if any ships
with refrigeration had docked

during the preceding
five hours.

While Enrico Rossi
went to the Union Station

to check on
refrigerated freight cars,

Ness and Hobson visited

the Illinois Interstate
Commerce Department,

where they obtained a list

of Chicago concerns
using refrigerated trucks.

Eliot, you can forget
about the ships.

Nothing with refrigeration was
docked in the last three weeks.

{(phone rings)

Hello, Ness.

Eliot?

All those birds you picked up
at the Silver Canary

are out on bail.

Except the one Hobson grabbed
in the alley.

Want to hold him
for resisting arrest?

Give him another 24 hours to
think about it, then let him go.

Any luck, Rico?

We got the brass ring, Eliot.

Four refrigerated freight cars
came into town

during the specified time.

Their cargo's consigned to eight
of Chicago's top restaurants,

including the Silver Canary.

All shipped out
from the same company in Boston.

Lee, get us on the first plane
to Boston.

What's the name of the company?

The Marblehead Seafood
and Ice Company.

(knock at door)

Hello, Charley.

I thought you left town.

They held me
for an extra 24 hours,

as if you didn't know.

You looking for something,
Charley?

Just the $86,000 you owe me.

I thought maybe you were looking
for this.

(laughs):
Oh, I declare.

I was wondering
what happened to it.

You know, Charley, this makes
very interesting reading.

It's about a chiseler.

It's about a guy
that sells to some customers

for 100% more
than he sells to others.

Talk to me, you chiseler!

L-Look, Marty,

I'm stuck for a fortune to the
Boston bookies, ponies, dice.

I gave you $150,000
for that first shipment.

That's $75,000 too much.

Now, I owe you one half of
$86,000 for this shipment.

Don't try to add it up, Charley.

I'll tell you what it is.

That's $32,000 you owe me.

I want the money right away.

Come on now, Marty,

you've made money
on the champagne.

Charley, you're trying
to cheat me.

Nobody cheats Marty Balter.
Do you hear me, nobody!

All right, all right.

All right, Marty.

I'll see what I can do.

No, whatever you do,

you're gonna do it right now,

because you're not
gonna leave here, Charley.

You're not gonna leave here

until you raise the money,
on the phone.

Look, Marty,

I tell you what.

The next shipment I send you,
I'll double the amount.

A-and you'll only pay half
for it.

Now that'll more than square us,
won't it?

You can't do that, Charley.

What about your partner
in Boston?

Well, now,
why don't you just let

little old Charley
worry about that.

What do you say?

Let me hear the order go in.

That's just what I was gonna do.

This has been
a most gratifying year.

Our gross has doubled
and, despite the Depression,

our net profit went
well over the million mark

for the first time.

Excuse me?

Yes, Cheryl.

It's... telephone,
long distance.

Oh, tell them I'll call back.

It's urgent.

So is this.

I am sorry, Mr. Ness.

Is there anything else?

Did you know that
many of the restaurants

you sell seafood to in Chicago,
Mr. Bauer, are speakeasies?

I didn't know,
but it doesn't surprise me.

I gather it doesn't bother you,
either.

Well, why should it?

I sell them seafood.

Whatever else they do is
no concern of mine.

How frequently do you
ship seafood to Chicago?

Oh, once a week.

Your last shipment was
four carloads.

That's a lot of seafood,
isn't it?

I'm happy to say that it is.

You see, Mr. Ness, because we do
our own packing here,

and because we operate
and service

our own refrigerated cars,

we manage to keep the spoilers
down to an absolute minimum.

That's given us
a good reputation

and a large volume of business.

We even make our own ice.

Come along, I'll show you.

The water is piped through here,

and poured into these ice molds.

Actually, I started
in business making ice

and then expanded into seafood.

I sort of combined
the two business

when I started shipping seafood
out of the state.

You lit a match, Mr. Ness,
but you haven't lit a cigarette.

There's no light in here,
Mr. Bauer.

I'm sorry.

The bulb must have burned out.

I'm blind, Mr. Ness.

I can get around this whole
plant without any light.

The world is a map
of memorized numbers for me.

So many steps to here,
so many steps to there.

I never leave this world.

I live upstairs,
so I'm quite mobile.

Shall we go?

Any other questions, Mr. Ness?

Yes, I'd like to see the bills
of lading

for your last shipment
to Chicago.

Certainly, right this way.

Cheryl, would you get Mr. Ness
copies of the bills of lading

from our last
Chicago shipment, please?

Thank you.

I hope I've been
of some assistance for you.

You have.

You can go out right
through that door.

Good-bye, Mr. Bauer.

Bye.

He certainly gets around,
doesn't he?

A map of memorized numbers.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid
that part of that map's

the location
of speakeasies in Chicago,

part of the numbers is how much
money he's making on champagne.

Let's see how these check out
with the railroad's records.

(phone ringing)

Hello? Ira?

Ira, on account of the raid
the other night,

I'll need to double one
of this week's orders.

There isn't gonna be
any shipment this week.

NAILER:
Why not?

I just had a visitor.
Eliot Ness.

Ness? How'd he get to you?

BAUER: He found some frozen
champagne at the Silver Canary.

But how?

I don't know how.

All I know is, they checked
all the refrigerated equipment

coming into Chicago, and traced
our freight cars back to me.

So? You ship seafood
in refrigerated freight cars.

He's got nothing on us.

That's the way
I intend to keep it.

We're gonna lay off
for at least a month.

A month? That's too long.

We'll lose our customers.

What are you talking about?

Where else
can they get champagne?

They'll wait for as long
as they have to

and be tickled pink
to get it whenever we ship.

I'm telling you,
we've got to ship sooner.

You're not telling me anything.
I'm telling you!

Yeah. Yeah, well... well,
that's-that's better, Ira.

Much better, believe me.

Uh, look, I'm in Marty Balter's
office now.

Uh, mark down a double shipment
for the Silver Canary.

I'll call in the rest later.

Right, Ira.

Sure, we got to take care
of our best customers.

(gunshot)

Hadn't ought have pushed me
so hard, Marty.

I don't like that.

WINCHELL: An hour later,
at the Boston freight yard,

Eliot Ness and Lee Hobson
compared the bills of lading

of the Marblehead Seafood
and Ice Company

with the shipping records
of the CS&O Railroad Company.

Well, the number
of cases are the same.

(bells clanging)

Then why is the charge less
on this carload

than the other three?

There's not much difference
in weight.

This car was shipped
without ice.

There's an extra charge
for hauling a reefer.

-Reefer?
-MAN: A refrigerated car.

How can they ship seafood
without ice?

That's their problem.

Marblehead owns
their own reefers.

All we do here is check 'em,

weigh 'em
and charge for hauling.

(bells clanging)

Thanks.

(bells clanging)

They must be shipping
the champagne

in the unrefrigerated car.

And the seafood
in the other three.

Somehow, a case of champagne
got mixed in with the seafood.

Well, what's our next move?

Get a place down
by the waterfront

within walking distance
of the plant,

start watching it
around the clock.

WINCHELL:
At 9:55 the following night,

Charley Nailer
returned to Boston.

You were supposed
to be back two days ago.

I've been waiting
in this waiting room

for over 48 hours.

These hard benches ain't exactly
the last word in sleeping.

And milk for two days
up to here.

The feds raided the speaks
I supply in Chicago.

Oh, that's too bad.

Everybody has been having
a rough time.

There was a boat race
in Rockingham Park yesterday,

a $25 horse.

Boys got clipped for plenty.

Give.

I don't have the money.

One minute this place looks
like a waiting room,

and then, all of a sudden,

it begins
to look like a funeral parlor.

Look, Howie,
I'm not worth a nickel dead.

So, if you give me a break

and say you never saw me
get off the train,

I'll get the dough to you
in a couple of days.

And there'll be $5,000
in it for you.

Make it ten.

All right, all right, ten.

I'm living at the Pilgrim Hotel,
room 609.

Oh, and Charley,
don't lose this.

It's like a reprieve
from the governor.

You know what I mean?

Well, what do you say?

Louis, you're still not making
a champagne

that's good enough
for my customers.

You've been paying a fortune
for that stuff from Nova Scotia.

I can double your profits.

Believe me,
none of your customers

would ever know the difference.

But I'll know, Louis.

I can't figure you out.

What are you, anyway?

A bootlegger or a watchdog
for the Better Business Bureau?

(car engine approaching)

Car just drove up.

See who it is.

(car door opening)

Charley.

Ira turned me down again.

Why won't you get it
through your head?

He won't buy any
of the colored soda water

you're always peddling.

It's good enough
for half the clubs in Boston.

If Ira can't drink it,
he won't sell it.

Well, if we all felt that way,

there wouldn't be ten bottles of
booze sold in the whole country.

I'm sure it's the guy
I caught leaving

the Silver Canary
the other night.

Yeah, it's no use
picking him up.

He'll just claim
he's a seafood salesman.

Well, I better get back.

See you at midnight.

Because Ness is no fool,
that's why.

Because he's probably watching
the plant right now, that's why.

I need money, Ira. Bad.

That's your worry, Charley.

I've put up with your gambling
long enough.

Besides, I am tired
of beating you at chess.

You trying
to tell me I'm through?

If you're telling me
that the only way

you can stay alive is
by getting more money from me,

then I'm telling you,
you're dead.

I'll manage, Ira,
without an advance.

That's more like it.

How we gonna operate this month?

We're gonna ship out seafood,
our regular shipment.

(laughing)

What's so funny?

I was just thinking.
In a way, this week might be

the perfect time
to ship nothing but champagne.

Yeah.

Yeah, Daddy, why don't we?

There's one chance in a million
Ness would dream we'd dare to.

We could really roll a natural.

I'm no gambler, Charley.

Even one chance in a million
makes the odds too high.

But...?

No champagne.

Just seafood.

COLLINGS:
No seafood, just champagne, huh?

NAILER:
That's the action.

It's the perfect time for it.

You don't think
the feds would dream

we'd ship champagne out
of the plant

the same week
they'd been there, do you?

If it's so perfect,
why doesn't Ira do it?

"Cause Ira's not in debt
up to here.

I am.

How would we work it?

It's a cinch.

I'll send you a truckload
of our empty bottles

and a truckload
of our seafood cases.

You fill 'em up
with your champagne,

send them back to the plant.

I'll supervise loading them
on the freight car myself.

When is your next shipment?

Tomorrow night.

What happens if Ira finds out?

Remember what happened
to Wally March?

Is a carload of champagne at
Chicago prices worth the risk?

I say yes.

Uh, rest is up to you.

Well, make up your mind,
will you?!

It's a deal.

(steam hissing)

All finished, Charley?

Yeah.

What about those trucks?

What trucks?

Stop playing dumb, Charley.
I heard them.

Oh, you must mean the oysters
that just came in.

I forgot about them
for a minute.

Oysters don't rattle
like bottles, Charley.

Only bottles rattle
like bottles.

All right. All right,
so you heard 'em.

So I'm shipping champagne.

You wouldn't give me any money,
I had no choice.

You did a lot of work
for nothing, Charley.

That's what you say.

There's one shot in a million
we get caught, I'm taking it.

That car is not
gonna be shipped!

I got a different idea.

When the engineer comes,

who do you think
he'll listen to, you or me?

If I'm the only one around...

I guess he'll listen to me.

I'm gonna miss your brains, Ira.

You're halfway up, Charley.

You've got eight more steps
to go.

(grunting)

Mr. Ness?

Mr. Ness?

Yes?

I just killed a man.

ANNOUNCER:
And now back to:

NESS:
Police are on their way.

Now maybe you'll tell me
what happened.

This man was my partner,
Mr. Ness,

my outside salesman
and collector.

His name was Charley Nailer.

You were quite right.

Nailer was shipping champagne
out of here.

When I confronted him
with this fact

and refused to let him
ship it out tonight,

he started up the stairs.

He was gonna kill me.

I shoved a cake of ice at him.

Where's the champagne?

In the freight car.

Did you hear what I said,
Mr. Ness?

The champagne is
in the freight car.

There's no hurry, Mr. Bauer.

We got men on the CS&O engine

that's coming in
to pick up your car.

They'll open it.

Good for you.

Very good.

Do you play chess?

Yes, I do.

Are you planning to stay
in Boston for a while?

As a matter of fact,
Mr. Bauer, I am.

Perhaps you'll drop in
for a game.

Maybe I'll do that.

Here it is.

MAN:
Who is it?

Federal officers.
Open up.

(window opens)

What do you want from me?

First your name.

Howie. Howie Reif.

Charley Nailer was a friend
of yours, wasn't he?

I never heard of him.

He had your address
in his pocket

when he was killed.

M-My address?

I told you I never heard of him.

He was a bootlegger
and he heard of you.

I ain't no bootlegger.

What are you?

Come on, talk.

You're just a little fish,
Reif, I'm after a big one.

If you talk, I'll throw you
back in the pond.

I run and collect
for a bookmaker.

Charley owed a lot of money.

How much?

Over a hundred Gs.

That's all I ever had
to do with him--

just trying to collect,
that's all.

What do you think, Eliot?

I think I'll play
a little chess, Lee.

Knight to king three.

I'm afraid we're playing
to a stalemate, Mr. Ness.

That's one thing about chess
that's very different than life.

There are no stalemates
in life, Mr. Bauer.

Sooner or later somebody wins.

Knight to king's rook three.

Ha, that's the stalemate.

Shall we play another?

I think I've had enough
for tonight.

Well, that's too bad.

I love chess.

Chess and books.

Good exercise for the mind.

How'd you like to give it
another kind of exercise?

Exercise in logic.

Sure, go on.

A man is given credit
for over $100,000.

Creditor must feel pretty sure

he has a good chance
of collecting, wouldn't you say?

That's very logical.

That's how much Charley Nailer
owed his bookie, Mr. Bauer.

Really?

He didn't make that kind of
money in your company, did he?

No.

Doesn't offend your sense of
logic that total strangers knew

he had access to great sums
of money and you didn't?

Not in the least.

He was my partner,
not my brother.

It's quite evident
that the great sums of money

were coming from the champagne,

and I told you before,
I knew nothing about it.

All right,
you knew nothing about it.

But you do know

about the seafood that's being
shipped out of here,

-don't you?
-Of course.

Your last shipment to Chicago
was made in four carloads.

The weight on all four cars
was approximately the same,

but the charge on one car
was considerably less

than the other three.

Didn't you wonder why?

(chuckles)

I knew why.

There was no ice in that car.

You built up your business

on your good reputation
against spoilage.

Isn't that what you told me?

It's winter.

I checked out the weather
throughout the area

where the train was going.

The weather was far below
the temperature necessary

to keep the fish from spoiling.

There was no danger,

and as you say,
the price was considerably less.

Why didn't you ship all the cars
without ice?

The weather could have changed.

If it did, three out of the four
cars would have been all right.

I would have made a profit
no matter what.

Are you satisfied?

Except for one detail,
Mr. Bauer.

I checked the weather
that day, too.

I was curious to see
if it had been cold enough

for a bottle of champagne
to freeze.

And, uh, had it?

It was in the high 40s
throughout the Middle East.

Hardly the temperature at which
fish is safe from spoilage.

(chuckles)

Bravo, Mr. Ness.

You finally forced me
to make a slip.

Checkmate.

You've been in on the champagne
from the beginning, haven't you?

Within the confines of this room

and within the spirit
of the game,

I am happy to tell you, yes.

Naturally, in a courtroom
my answer would be no,

but we are not ready
to go to a courtroom yet.

A case built on a carload
of seafood without ice

would melt very quickly.

You've shipped your last bottle
of champagne, Bauer.

I advise you not to,
uh, underestimate me.

I underestimated you
and look what happened.

I don't underestimate you.

Good.

I guess the next move
is to be mine.

{gun cocks)

I was just preparing
for a little diversion.

Won't you join me?

There's a switch right there.

I find this very relaxing.

Shooting at the sound
of an object...

can be just as effective
as seeing the object.

It took me a long time
to master this.

I hope it doesn't take me
as long

to find a new way
to ship champagne.

Would you like
to shoot, Mr. Ness?

I don't find guns a source
of relaxation, Bauer.

I usually become involved
with them

for just the opposite reason.

Why not make this an exception?

After all, we're about to embark
on an exceptional contest.

I am very impressed, Mr. Ness,

not so much by your accuracy,
which I fully anticipated,

but by the fact
that you only fired five times.

You still have a bullet left
in your gun.

You don't take many chances,
do you?

Only when I have to.

Good night, Bauer.

Thanks for the games.

(bell dings)

(knocking)

Miss Hines.

I had to talk to you.

I followed you from the plant.

Yes, I know.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

Sit down, Miss Hines.

Thank you.

Ira's...

Mr. Bauer's a good man,
Mr. Ness.

We seem to have
a difference of opinion

as to what constitutes good.

That's because you see
everything in black and white.

If you'd spent eight years
with a blind man,

you'd stop seeing life that way.

How would I see it?

I knew Ira...

before he was blind.

We grew up together
in the same neighborhood.

We were all very poor
in our neighborhood.

I'm not making any excuses,
that's just the fact.

Some of the boys got
into trouble...

and Ira was one of them.

Oh, petty larceny, you know.

One night he was...
hit by a bullet.

We all thought
he was going to die.

He lived.

But he was blind.

When he was released from
the hospital, he disappeared.

I hadn't heard from him
for over two years

when a man came and told me
that Ira wanted to see me.

He asked me if I wanted
to be his secretary.

He said he needed
somebody he could trust.

I took the job in a flash.

Oh, I didn't come here
to talk about me.

Ira's made a lot of money
in the bootlegging business,

but he hasn't kept very much
of it for himself.

He never tells anyone,

but most of that money goes
for research for the blind.

If you're trying to tell me
that Bauer is some sort

of a Robin Hood, Miss Hines,
you're missing one fine point.

Robin Hood broke laws
arbitrarily imposed

on the people.

-Prohibition is...
-The law?!

The law is a book
lying on a shelf!

What does it matter if some rich
people are guzzling champagne?

What does it really matter?

Ira can't go to jail, Mr. Ness.

Hasn't he been punished enough?

I'm not a judge
of human punishment

any more than you are,
Miss Hines.

I've got a job,
I've got a job...

I know you've got
a job, Mr. Ness,

but I've seen this man suffer

and I've seen
what he's made of his life.

It's not 100%, okay.

Can't you find it in your heart
to have a little compassion

for a man that suffered so much?

Is that too much to ask,
Mr. Ness?

Is it?!

I'm sorry.

I guess I'd better go.

WINCHELL:
The next day,

Eliot Ness received
a message asking him

to come to the Marblehead
Seafood and Ice Company.

Good afternoon, Mr. Ness.

Good afternoon.

Your walk is rather distinctive.

I've only heard it three times
before this

and I can already recognize it.

What's on your mind, Bauer?

I trust my secretary
didn't talk you

out of your sworn duty
last night.

I wouldn't like that.

I'm a taxpayer, you know?

Besides, before I retire,
I want to prove to you

that I can ship champagne
right under your nose.

You planning to retire?

From bootlegging, yes.

This is
a presidential election year.

My feeling is that prohibition
is on its way out.

Most of the bootleggers
will be left high and dry.

But not me.

I'm planning on a new,

foolproof method
of distribution,

for narcotics.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because the game is on again,
Mr. Ness.

This isn't a game, Bauer.

Yeah, I know.

It's like when we used to say
when we were kids:

'This is for keeps.

WINCHELL:
During the next five days,

constant surveillance revealed
nothing out of the ordinary

at the Marblehead Seafood
and Ice Company.

Maybe he was kidding you, Eliot.

Maybe he's not gonna send
any champagne at all.

He'll ship, all right.

My only worry is that it may not
be coming out of the plant.

Where else?
Bauer never leaves the place.

There is someone who comes
and goes regularly.

Louis Collings.

Bauer's always had someone
on the outside.

Now that Nailer's dead,
it must be Collings.

We'll stay on him for a while.

WINCHELL: After an invigorating
Turkish bath,

Louis Collings led Ness and
Hobson to his bottling plant

on the south side of town.

At 11:50 p.m.,
he locked up and went home.

(car door slams)

Let's take a look inside.

"Marblehead Seafood
and Ice Company.”

That's interesting seafood.

Same bottles, but they're empty.

Think they'll be filled up here?

Wouldn't that be nice and easy?
Too easy.

Let's go back outside
and give it 24 hours.

(knock at door)

Come in.

Yes, Cheryl?

What is it?

I---

Hmm?

Anything the matter?

I was just
about to go home and...

Yes, and what?

I've had this premonition
all day.

A feeling that something bad
is going to happen.

That's, that's silly, Cheryl.

It may be silly, but it's,

it's so strong
that I just had to tell you.

I appreciate it.

There's, um...

something else
I want to tell you.

We've been together
a long time, Ira.

Yes, we have.

I wanted you to know that...

being with you...

has been the one important thing
that's happened in my life, Ira.

I wanted to tell you that.

I'm glad that you did.

If you didn't say it,
I would've said it.

Don't ship anything tonight,
Ira, please.

Good night, Cheryl.

And Cheryl?

I like your new perfume.

Oh, Ira.

WINCHELL:
That evening, at 7:05 p.m.,

the empty champagne bottles
were loaded on two trucks.

Where do you think
they're taking them?

Looks like they're going
to Chicago, empty.

What about the champagne?

That'll probably come later.

How?

That's what I got to find out.

Keep your eye on the truck.

Be careful,
those lobsters will bite you.

I've heard you searching down
here for over half an hour.

You won't find it.

If I don't find it here,
I'll find it somewhere,

if I have to take
this place apart.

You're welcome to search
for as long as you want to,

but please hurry with the cars.

The engine will be here
in an hour and a half.

If you need me,
I'll be in my room.

Good night.

Anything wrong, Mr. Ness?

Not anymore.

I have a piece of ice
in my hand, Bauer.

A piece of ice
from your refrigerated car.

You're under arrest.

Another stalemate, Mr. Ness.

The odds are even now.

Don't be a fool!

I wouldn't talk if I were you.

I wouldn't talk or move.

Put the gun down, Bauer.

Come out with your hands up.

I don't want to kill you.

I believe you, Mr. Ness,

but that's the only way you'll
ever get me out of my world.

That's it, Bauer.

I'm coming up after you.

WINCHELL:
At 12:31 a.m.,

on November 18, 1932,

Ira Bauer had made
his last move.