The Untouchables Page #4

- You're married.

- I don't want any married men.

All right, stand easy, son.

I want to ask you something.

- Why do you want to join the force?

- To protect and...

To protect and serve...

To protect and...

Please don't search for the yearbook

answer. Just tell me what you think.

- What I think? I...

- You...

...could help... the force.

- You can help...

- With the force.

Thank you.

There goes the next Chief of Police.

At ease!

Stone! Out here.

This kid's a prodigy.

- Why do you want to join the force?

- To protect the property and...

Oh, please, don't waste my time

with that bullshit.

Where are you from, Stone?

- From the Southside.

- Stone?

George Stone, that's your name?

- What's your real name?

- That is my real name.

Nah! What was it

before you changed it?

- Giuseppe Petri.

- Geez, I knew it!

That's all you need,

one thieving wop on the team!

What's that you said?

I said that you're a lyin' member

of a no-good race.

That's much better than you,

you stinkin' Irish pig.

Oh, I like him.

Yeah, I like him, too.

You just joined

the Treasury Department, son.

Yeah, okay.

Eliot Ness.

With reports from stake-outs

on the North and West side, and...

Thank you, Lieutenant. Thank you.

What do you think?

I think there's nothing

like vaudeville.

- That's what I think.

- Now, are you ready to go to work?

- Where are we going?

- On a liquor raid.

We need another man.

Mr. Ness? This is very interesting.

I've found a financial disbursement

pattern which shows some irregu...

- You carry a badge?

- Yes.

Carry a gun.

- Jimmy?

- What?

What the hell are you dressed for?

Hallowe'en?

Shut up. I'm working.

Where? The circus?

- Well, here we are.

- What are we doing here?

Liquor raid.

Here?!

Everybody knows where the booze is.

The problem isn't finding it.

The problem is who wants

to cross Capone. Let's go.

You'd better be damn sure, Malone.

If you walk through this door,

you're walking into a world of trouble.

There's no turning back.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do.

Good. Give me that axe.

- Federal officers!

- Get your hands in the air!

- Nobody moves!

- This is a raid!

- Everybody...

- What are you doin' here?

All this stuff is impounded!

You're all under arrest!

Hey! This isn't right!

Hey! This is no good!

- You got a warrant?

- Sure! Here's my warrant.

How do you think he feels now?

Better... or worse?

- What is that?

- What is that?

- Yes, what is it?

- God, I'm with a heathen.

That is my callbox key.

And that is Saint Jude.

Il Santo Jude.

He's the patron saint of lost causes.

And policemen.

- Patron saint of policemen?

- Everybody needs a friend.

Lost causes, policemen...

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