The Untouchables

An article, which I believe appeared

in a newspaper, asked why,

since it would seem that you are

in effect the Mayor of Chicago,

you're not simply being

appointed to that position.

Well, I tell ya, it's touching.

Like a lot of things in life,

we laugh because it's funny,

and we laugh because it's true.

Some people say,

reformers here say:

"Put that man in jail,

what does he think he is doing?"

What I hope I'm doing, and here's

where your paper's got a point,

is I'm responding to

the will of the people.

People are gonna drink. We all

know that. All I do is act on that.

And all this talk of bootlegging.

What is bootlegging?

On the boat it's bootlegging,

on Lake Shore Drive it's hospitality.

I'm a businessman.

Your reputation is that you control

your business through violence.

That those that don't purchase your

product are dealt with violently.

It's all right.

I grew up in a tough neighborhood.

We used to say, "You can get further

with a kind word and a gun"

"than you can

with just a kind word."

And in that neighborhood

it might've been true.

And sometimes

your reputation follows you.

There is violence in Chicago,

but not by me

and not by anybody I employ.

Because it's not good business.

Leave us alone down here,

we've got everything we need.

The green beer you're peddlin'

ain't any good.

It's not supposed to be good.

It's supposed to be bought.

I'm not buyin' any.

Don't worry about it, Pops,

we won't come back.

- How's everyone at your house today?

- They're fine.

- Is your Mama well?

- She has a little cold.

Oh, she does?

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- But she'll be all right.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

That's all right, sweetie.

You be careful crossin' the street.

- Mister!

- You tell your Mama that...

Hey, Mister! Wait!

Mister! Wait!

You forgot your brief...

Yes, I heard it on the radio.

I know.

Now it's time to go to work.

You'll make a good first impression.

I love you, Eliot.

Now, shoo.

Eliot Ness, Special Agent

of the Treasury Department.

- Mr. Ness.

- Thank you, Chief.

At the request

of the City of Chicago,

the Department of the Treasury

has inaugurated a programme

to deal with the flow of illegal

liquor and the violence it creates.

Mr. Ness!

Of what does this programme consist?

I and other agents of the Treasury

will be working

with the Chicago Police...

Isn't it just another

showpiece programme?

- What do you think of prohibition?

- Do you drink, Mr. Ness?

- Come on, answer the questions.

- It's not just a showpiece.

And I'll tell you

how I feel about prohibition.

It is the law of the land.

Do you consider yourself

a crusader, is that it?

What qualifications

do you have for the job?

Do you have any political ambitions?

All right, boys,

I think that's enough.

What are your real plans?

What have you got coming up?

You'll have to read about it

in the paper.

- Let me ride along with you.

- No. Can't help you.

Mr. Ness, Lieutenant Alderson,

the Flying Squad.

Are you ready to meet the men?

Yes, I am.

I have one more thing to say.

I know that many of you take a drink.

What you've done before today

is not my concern.

But now we must be pure,

and I want you to stop.

It's not a question of whether it's

'a harmless drink'. It may well be.

But it's against the law.

And as we are going to enforce

the law, we must do first by example.

Are there any questions?

Good. The Department

of the Treasury's had

a man undercover here

for some time now.

We've received word

from this informant

that a large shipment of Canadian

whiskey has arrived in Chicago.

So I hope that you have signed on

for some action.

Remember, the liquor cases

are marked with the red maple leaf.

The Treasury Agent is

in a grey suit with a white scarf.

- He is not to be arrested.

- A grey suit and a white scarf.

- That's it. Are your men ready?

- Yes, sir. They are.

- At ease.

- Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

- How are we doin'?

- Okay.

- Want part of a sandwich?

- No, thank you, sir.

- You nervous?

- No, sir.

- Been with the unit long?

- A short while.

- I suppose we all want to do well.

- Yes, sir.

A message from my wife.

- You married?

- Yes, sir, I am.

Nice to be married, huh?

Just follow me.

- Oh, God...

- Federal officer. Hands in the air.

Get 'em up. Drop it.

Damn it, I can't, it'll break.

Mr. Ness. Look, I was just...

Geez, I'm sorry.

Listen, I can do a lot for you,

what you're tryin' to do.

I get the big scoop,

you make a big splash.

Get some support. What do you say?

Let's be real, let me help you.

Okay. Just shut up.

All right now...

Let's do some good!

Hold it right there!

Federal officer. You're under arrest

for violations of the Volstead Act.

Let's cover the doors!

Don't let anybody out!

Preseuski.

- I'm here with permission.

- Who gave you permission?

- Mr. Ness!

- Sorry, let him through here.

Let him through here.

You want to take your picture,

take it now.

- You ready?

- Ready.

Liquor, huh?

Get him out of here.

- Tear the place apart!

- I mean now, get him out!

That means you, too.

Christ!

Now, what do you think you're doing?

You want to throw garbage? Throw it

in the goddamn trash basket.

Don't you have

more important things to do?

Yeah.

But I'm not doing them right now.

Do we understand each other?

Okay, pal, why the Mohaska?

- Why are you packin' the gun?

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