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Mr. Heck, many of our listeners know how the Chicago gangster George Bugs Moran became one of the country's most powerful and feared racketeers. Until he was forced to flee Chicago just ahead of Al Capone's machine gun bullets. Yes, Don. And it was many years later before he could summon the courage to return to Chicago. Although Capone's organization had long since been broken up and the notorious gang leader sentenced to Alcatraz on one occasion, Moran left his Minnesota hunting lodge and sauntered up and down North Clark street, where he was formerly such a power. One rainy night, he ventured into a cheap tavern and ordered a drink. Straight bourbon, friend. Leave the bottle here. Yeah, you've been here long? Too long, friend. Hal, he's looking at you. Yeah, much too long. I remember when this joint was a speaky thing. My memory's not that good, friend. You understand there's a game in the back room. You understand too much, friend. Let me tell you something, friend. I used to own this joint. Yeah? Yeah. And 40 more like it. Pay back that bottle. You had enough. Leave it later. The name is Moran. George Moran. Bugs Moran. Nobody ever calls me that. Let's go with that shirt, friend. Bugs, I'll show you. Let go or you'll know the reason. Go on, get out of here. Wait a minute. Get out, friend. Before you're a has been with a cracked skull instead of just a has been. Look here, smart guy. Hit the road, you bum. Go on, get out. Yeah, your whiskey's rot gut anyway. So long, Bugsy. Take it easy, Winnie. It's just a shower. Yeah, Well, I paid 30 bucks for this hat. Nice. We'll stick in the doorway here until the cab comes along. Just relax. Relax. Taxi. Taxi. The monkey. Hey, any room in there? Help yourself. The doorway don't belong to us. Thanks, Taxi. They're all loaded. Some rain, huh? Yeah. Dutch. What? Give me a cigarette. I'm all out, Wendy. Hey, taxi. Taxi. There's a cigarette. Oh, much obliged. Night. Yeah, thanks. Taxi. Wait a minute. Aren't you George Moran? Oh, you know me. Well, don't you remember me? Winnie? Winnie York. I was hatchet girl at the Polka Dot Club. Winnie. Oh, sure. Sure, I remember Winnie. Sure. Yeah. Well, I did put on a little weight since Dutch 1. Taxi. Dutch. Dutch, you know who this is. George Moran. More? Well, what do you know? I used to work for you. Dutch Bauer. Yeah. Let's see again. When I was just a kid, I don't think you ever even saw me. I used to pedal your booze out in Waukegan. Well, what do you know? George Moran. I heard you were retired. Country gentleman. That's what they call me. That's for me. Country gentleman stuff. Hey, Dutch, why don't we take George along to the party? Well, I don't know. We were only invited ourselves. No, don't bother about me. Oh, they'd be glad to have him. What do you say, George? He's probably got something else to do. What are you bothering the guy? Well, I haven't got a thing to do. Well, then come along with us. We'll have a great time. Hurry up, Dutch. Get a cab. Taxi. Taxi. There's one. Come on, George, let's run for it. Tell me, will you, Winnie, what does Bucks Moran mean today? Nothing. He might just as well have been dead for all the weight he carries. But he's got no less brains than he had 20 years ago. Besides, Dutch, maybe he's still bigger than you think. I don't know why I listen to you. What do I need him for? The whole thing's set. We're ready to pull the deal in. He walks sometimes, Winnie, you give me a pain. Well, he's in. You asked him in? Sure, I asked him. And you wouldn't leave me alone until I did. Bugs Moran. If this was running hooch or rough stuff or something like that, then maybe he'd be okay. This is a slick deal. It takes a touch. You and your touch. Things have changed, Winnie. Bugs Moran. Don't be a bit easy on that bug stuff. He don't like it. And to me, George Moran still means plenty. What difference does it make what he likes? That's him. Answer it, then. Bugs Moran. Huh? All right, I'm coming. Oh, I want to eat. Come in, George. It was a nice party last night. Thanks for taking me. Oh, they were glad to have you. So was I. Hello, Moran. Glad to see you again, Dutch. Sit down, Moran. Sit down. Thanks. Well, I'll fix some drinks. That's a good idea, honey. What do you have, George? Oh, whatever you get. All right. You take bourbon, If I remember. Straight. Straight. Yeah. Yeah. I didn't think you'd be interested in the deal, Maran. The word is you're plenty well healed and always have been. Money's like water, Dutch. It runs out, you gotta keep filling the tank. Yeah. Look, Moran. What? This is a smooth operation. No rough stuff. I don't believe in rough stuff unless it's needed. Hey, come on. Give me a rundown on the gimmick. Well, I got me a good couple of boys. One's good at circulating paper. One is engraver. Wait a minute. Why, this deal isn't counterfeit. Well, not money. What then? Something just as easy to shove and a lot easier to duplicate. American Express money orders. They got a set of plates. That's dandy. I figure if we work it right, we can wholesale about 100 grand in this stuff. Not less than a hundred grand. You get a sample? Sure. Lots of samples. Mind if I take a look? No, not yourself. Yeah. Perfect job. What do you think of stinks? Are you kidding? A rotten job. I can tell. It's way off without even a legit paper to compare. Look, Moran, we worked a long time on this thing. It didn't work long enough. You'll never make it. Now, wait a minute. Get a hold of that engraver. I want to talk to. The engraver's finished. We're through with him. I said get a hold of him. If you don't like this stuff, pick up your hat and walk out the door. We'll get along without any bugs, Moran. Bugs? Here, let go. Let me tell you one thing, Dutch. You invited me in this deal, and now that I'm in, it's gonna be run right. You understand? Okay, okay. Take it easy. Refreshments, boys. Just in time, honey. In time for what, George? Dutch and I came to an understanding. We can all drink till luck. Well, that's wonderful. It's great. Yeah, great. Help yourselves, boys. Bring it down, Dutch. Then go get hold of that engraver. Nah. What's the other one's name? Fisher. But look, Moran, I want to talk to him, too, but the engraver first. Go ahead. Don't start pushing me around, Moran. The days when you Push guys around or over. Yeah, and I'd like to see those days come back. And right now is as good a time as any to bring them back. Well, I think I know where to locate the engraver and Fisher. See if I can raise him. You know, George, I don't like to give you advice, but. With what? Well, Dutch wasn't too sold on taking you in in the first place. It was me that sold him. Let me tell you something. For a lot of years now, I've been sitting back taking a lot of guff from guys who think they know it all. Every time they open their mouths, you can see all they got is mouth with no brains on the side. Okay, but Dutch said he. Ah, who cares for Dutch? I'll tell you who, George. Oh, nobody, George. Nobody at all. So, Don, the deposed Chicago gangster, Bugs Moran, was on his way toward making a comeback in the underworld. But he was to learn that the authorities of the law had changed their methods of operating as much as he intended to change his. Now back to gangbusters. You were telling us, Mr. Heck, how bugs Moran, the deposed Chicago gangster, had been taken into a syndicate which intended to circulate bogus American Express money orders and had gradually assumed leadership of the conspiracy. That's right, Don. And Moran sent Dutch Bauer to bring still another member of the gang, Fisher, to a meeting where they would discuss Moran's new plans for distributing the fake money orders. Dutch finally located the portly Fisher in a suburban horse room and. 280. Time of the race? 123. Blast at New York in the third. They're off and running. Hello, Bishop. Oh, hi. You Dutch? Grab a chair. Thanks. What's on your mind, Dutch? I need you for a meeting right away. What kind of meeting? New York. I got a bundle in on this top Florida night I. Uncle John by two and Crack Dice is third. Where's that beetle of mine? He's supposed to be a front runner. Forget about the horses for a minute, will you? Bugs Moran has come into the bunch. Yes, so what? Bugs Moran. Where does he spring from? That's what I'd like to know. His enemies. Hold it. Touch, counselor? Still in front by a length. Uncle John second by a half. And third is now just in time. Just in time. Don't I even get a call out of this race? Local Boy. How I ever got touted on Local Boy, I'll never. Well, you're less than to me, Fisher. Oh, yeah, yeah. Go ahead, Bugsman. I was telling you, he's practically taken over. He's in there running the show. No kidding. I give the guy a break. What kind of gratitude does he show? He's taking over. Well, maybe it's a good thing, Dutch. What do you mean it's a good thing? Don't you think I can run the show? Maybe you can, but Pugs Moran knows his way around. Listen here. This Francis New York. Come on, Local Boy, where are you? It is now second by two. Just in time. And Cracked Ice head and head for third. Where's that Local Boy? Moran's gonna change the distribution gimmick. He's what? Moran's gonna switch everything upside down. He can't do that. It's worked out to a T. You ought to remember, when Bugs Moran takes over, he takes over. Distribution is okay. It's okay. Third at New York. Ah. The winner was number four, Local Boy. Hey, Local Boy second and Crack Dice third. Oh, how do you like that? The horse don't get a call and he win it. You don't get a call. Be at my place tonight, 10 o'. Clock. R will go over the whole thing with you. Yeah, I'll be there. How do you like that, loco boy, huh? You don't get a call and you win it. I'll see you tonight. So long. Yeah. Now official. The winner, Mr. King. Paid 720, $383. Second hard telephones. Door bells always. Hello, Fisher? Yeah, this is Fisher. Can you talk? Oh, it's you, Lieutenant. Yeah, I can talk. There's nobody here. Good. I just now got your message. What's up? Plenty, Lieutenant. I think we're after much bigger game than we figured. Dutch Bauer came around this afternoon. It's gonna be a meeting tonight. What time? 10 o', clock. Dutch's place. But, Lieutenant, that's not the important thing. You know who came into the deal? Who? Bugs Moran. Bugs Moran? Yeah, Dutch told me this afternoon. Not only is Bugs in, he's starting to run the show. Well, that puts a new light on things. Now, Dutch tells me Moran is switching the whole gimmick around. He wants to make a million dollar proposition out of it. That's what the meeting's about tonight. Okay, Fisher, watch your step. Moran's a slick operator. If he ever gets a line on you, you're as good as in the lake. And that's the way it works. We get 50%. The pass is 50%. 500 grand. And that ain't a bet. Hey, Fisher, are you taking this all in or are you dreaming? I heard every word, Moran. He's thinking you should have had a couple of yards on that horse today instead of 50. You think that would have been bad? Like guys sitting around pipe dreaming while I'm laying out the gimmick? I told you, Moran. I took in every word. All right, give me a rundown, then let's get the details. I've been batting them through my head two days. Well, like you said, instead of 100 grand in money orders, we shove a half million. You said you got plenty of contacts. So we get together a syndicate. Guys in every city, all over the country. Every money order gets cashed on the same day. One day. And then we quit. Yeah, that's about it. Any questions? Nich only. When's the day? Soon. Well, how soon? Track opens in Miami the 23rd. I got plans. Maybe your plans will have to wait. I'm not rushing things so you can watch those cockroaches run around a circle. Okay. Don't tear a muscle. I was only hoping. This is going to be the sweetest deal ever. We take our time and we get everything lined up just so. Well, how about a little refreshments? I'll call Winnie and Will. Hey, not just yet, Dutch, no. What's the matter? Something just came to my mind. Yeah? Yeah. Fisher, I've been trying to place you ever since you walked in that door. I told you this is the first time I laid eyes on you, Moran. He comes from East St. Louis. At least that's what he said. I thought I saw you before, and now I know where. Well, maybe I'm no babysitter. I get around if it's what I'm thinking of, Fisher, you'll get around plenty on your back. What's the trouble, Moran? If you got something on your mind, Moran, get it off. Sure, I'll get it off. Answer me yes or no. Fisher. Back in 29. You tailed me for days. Don't be nuts, Moran. You never could get me where you wanted me. Isn't that right? I looked my. You were without Capone, weren't you? Answer me. You are one of Capone's boys. Well, what if I was? I was only a punk kid doing a job. I didn't have nothing against you. I knew I could smell you. Take it easy, Mariah. Sure, he had a job that wasn't anything personal. Okay, Okay. I guess there wasn't. Anyway, I lived through it. Didn't we all? I'd say those drinks don't, you know. A change of jockeys. Al Haynes is now riding roadmaster instead of M. Kramer. And that's the Way it stands, looks in it. It's not good. Fisher, do you think you can talk Moran into a test a day or so before the big day? The test? Sure. To see how the stuff is accepted. And we can make our pinch on that test without risking too wide a distribution. I don't know. Maybe he'll go for it. I'll try. Okay, but be careful how you handle it. Don't worry, I will. Uh. Oh. What's the matter? Dutch Power. And he's seen us. Now he. Get out of here. Oh, no. Sit still. He'd only be more suspicious. He's coming over in the sixth at New York. Number four. You're welcome. Has been scratched. Hello. Yes, sir. Mind if I sit down? Help yourself, Dutch. Thanks. This is Lieutenant Thacker. Dutch Power. Me. Say hi. Army, Navy or fire department? State attorney's office. Well, you weren't much help, Fisher, but thanks. Don't mention it. Nice to meet you. What does a cop want with you? He's looking for somebody. You didn't know where the guy was, the one he was looking for? Well, there's one way to handle cops. Let them think you're helping them, Dutch. But don't. You're a lucky guy, Fischer. Why? You see, I knew he was law. If you'd have told me you were something else that saw a brother. I've got nothing to hide. What's up, Dutch? Moran wants to see you. Not another meet. 10 o' clock tonight. We're all set to go. Meetings. Meetings. I'll see you there. They're off and running in the fourth. That's New Orleans. That's 4:20. That's Keeneland in the third race. If a guy's once got it, George, he's always got it. Well, a little tough, baby. I never thought I'd make it back to the top. And this is gonna be the send off. There ought to be nearly 200 grand in it for me. I'd be disappointed if there wasn't. The way Dutch was running. It was for Buttons. Dutch is a Buttons kind of guy, Winnie. He's no good for you. Who is? Who do you think? Can I. Can I get you another drink? Not now, Winnie. We've got Winnie, I. Oh, hello, Dutch. Fisher. How's it going? Not a winner all day. I didn't expect to find you here, Moran. I thought that meeting last night covered everything. I didn't come here to see you. No, I came to see Winnie. George. Have you got business with Winnie now? Yeah. Dutch, Mind of your business. It's been Unfinished a long time. They got a name for a guy like you, Moran? Yeah, I guess they have. Look, maybe I'll take a walk. Stick around. You don't expect me to stand still while you take over everything, Moran, do you? You'll stand as still as I say. Boys, there's no sense getting worked up over this. Who wants her anyway? Take her. I intend to, Dutch. I think I'll go out for a walk. Business before pleasure, boys. See you later. Well, Dutch, you got anything else to say? About what? About nothing, Fisher. You might like to know, I thought over that idea of yours about the test passing. Yeah? You haven't got a bad idea there, Fisher. Not bad at all. Well, I figured we could make this test passing on a Saturday. We see how it goes. Now, if everything's okay, the big day will be Monday. Before any of the Saturday stuff has a chance to clear any banks. What do you think, Dutch? Anything's okay, Moran, so long as you say so. Good. And I think we'll try it out in Pittsburgh. How's next Saturday? Great. I'm glad to hear it. Then I can shove off for Miami. All right. We leave for Pittsburgh Thursday. Meantime, Dutch, you get in touch with the boys all over that are going to do the passing. Okay? Get in touch with them and tell them that right after we make the test, we send each of them a wire. Tell them when they get it, be ready to unload Monday. So that's the way it was, Lieutenant. The big day is set for next Monday. The test will be this Saturday. Good work, Fisher. But I wouldn't have given a nickel for your chances of getting the idea across. Well, Moran went for it hook, line and sinker. Look. Look, Lieutenant, I'll have to stick pretty close to Moran. Everything will be taken care of for Pittsburgh. Don't worry. I'll be all set. I'll see you there. Yeah. So long and good luck. Good luck yourself. You need it more than I do. Turn it up. You all, sir? Is that enough? How about you, pal? You want anything? No, not here. Oh, no. Let's see. Two shirts at 750. Two neckties, 23.80 with a tax. Yeah. Look, I got an express money order. It's all endorsed, huh? $100. Yeah. Take it out of there. I'll have to get the section managers. Okay, sir. Don't get it. Don't stand around. Yes, sir. Be right back, sir. You like that guy, Fisher? I'm not worried about the guy. I just hope that paper gets by. It means a lot to Me? What do you think it means to me? He'll get by. I hope Dutch is making out okay. We pass that paper here. It'll be okay. Anyways, we send out the wires tonight. Uh oh, here comes the clerk. Yeah. I have your change for you, sir. Good glad in it. Could you show me some of those shirts? Be with you in a second, sir, as soon as I finish with this customer. Excuse me. Take your time. 23, 80, 24, 25, 30, 40, 50, 70, 90, 100. What's your blood? Your package will be ready in a minute. Oh. Don't move, Moran. Watch it. Get a mustard. Come on, let's get out of here. Fisher. You're not going any place, Moran. Fisher, you watch him. No, you don't. Stand back, everybody. Stand back, please. Well, Lieutenant, that takes care of Bugs Moran. Certainly does. It's Fisher. Let's get him in. Stand back, folks. It's all over. There's nothing to see. It's all over. It's all over. So, Don, the fabulous Bugs Moran was caught in the act of passing forged money orders. He was tried and sentenced to a term in prison. But this wasn't the end of his criminal activities. Mr. Heck. No, it certainly wasn't. Another climactic episode, which closed just a few months ago, was still to come. And you'll return to Gangbusters next week to tell us about it? I'll be here. Well, thank you, Mr. Heck, for the inside facts you've given us tonight. And now, in cooperation with police and federal law enforcement departments throughout the United States, the only national program that brings you authentic police case histories, Gangbusters. Tonight, the case of the Devil and the Syndicate. And how two desperate gangs of criminals fought a bloody battle that lasted years. For the largest prize in the annals of crime, Gangbusters has asked the Honorable Matthias H. Heck, prosecuting attorney, Dayton, Ohio, to narrate by proxy tonight's case. The inside facts in the case of the Devil and the syndicate. Mr. Heck, I know that the Gangbusters audience is going to hear some familiar names in tonight's case. They certainly are. Don Gardner. Names that were in every newspaper every day for years. But right now, they're just names. The major characters are all dead or in prison with sentences they'll never live to serve. Well, supposing you begin, Mr. Heck. All right, Don. The closing events in the case occurred just a few months ago. But to understand these men, we should go back more than two dozen years. One bright spring morning in Chicago, a young man crossed North State street in front of the Holy Name Cathedral. As he approached the other side, he saw the florist shop for which he was looking. He stopped for a moment to glance at a wedding wreath in the window. Then he walked toward the door. Well, here goes. Yes, sir. Can I help you? Yeah. First you can give me one of them carnations. Yes, sir. They're very pretty. One of these? No, one of the red ones. I like red. Yes, sir. Shall I paint it in your lapel? Yeah, why not? What do you do after you get through here? I go to night school to learn Jiu Jitsu. No kidding. There you are. How much? 25 cents. Cheap enough. Catch it. Thank you. Call again. Running back. And tell your boss I want to see him. My boss? O'. Banion. Tell him George is here. Do you have an appointment? Who needs an appointment? Who is it, Nalin? Well, I. Are you o'? Banion? That depends who you are. Her name is Moran. George Moran. Lillian, run down the corner and get me the evening papers. Yes, sir. Right away. I'll be right back. Cute trick. She's like the flower business, Moran. Affront. So hands off, okay? That recommendation from Ross has rated you pretty high. We got along good as anybody can get along in Joliet. Things have changed since you went in Marin. So I hear they got a law now. The 18th amendment, they call it. They want people to stop drinking, but they made a mistake. Too many people don't like that law. When there's a law people don't like, somebody's bound to make a fortune out of it. We even have bootleggers in Jellia. Come on in back. I want you to meet one of my friends. Yeah, sure. He's one of my vice presidents. You'll be another. I want you to meet George Moran. Earl. Wife. Pleased to meet you, Bugs. Her name ain't Bugs. It's George. Okay, no harm. Man, I just heard they called you Bugs. Nobody calls me Bugs. Never. Take it easy, Joe. We don't go for rough stuff. And we don't go for rough talk unless it's called for. Okay? I said things were changing. We're in business. We're legit, practically. Just tell me what I do and when I start doing it. You have plenty to do. We're organizing the whole north side. Every drop of booze and every mug of beer that's sold on the north side will be ours. That's all right with me, but suppose some other guys get different ideas? That's one of the reasons I'm putting you on the payroll. Moran, don't worry. Nobody will muscle in. Hey, muscle in. That's a good way to put it. Yeah, I'll have to remember that. Not bad. It's like this, Moran. There's a bunch over on the west side and the south side doing the same thing we are. So long as they stay there and don't muscle in, nobody will get hurt. And it's working out okay. I've got an agreement with the guy that runs things, Johnny Torrio. Sounds as easy as selling flowers. I don't know. That Torrio may be all right, but he just brought a guy in from Brooklyn, a bad actor. Yeah, I know a lot of guys from Brooklyn. Who is he? What's his name, boss? Al. Al something or other. Yeah, that's it. Al Capone. So, Don. The Chicago gangs grew stronger as each of them strained to expand beyond the limits of the agreed territories. For three years, no gang leader would make the first move. Because he could foresee the violence that would follow. Then one day, Bugs Moran had an urgent summons from the operator of a speakeasy on the north side. He walked into the smoke filled place and saw the operator sitting at the bar. Hello, Patsy. Oh, Moran. Sit down. Yeah, Harry, straight bourbon for Mr. Moran. Okay. Well, what's your trouble? Maybe it's your trouble, Moran. What do you mean? Just put the bottle down. Harry. Go take care of them customers down there. All right. Don't talk in riddles, Patsy. Pour yourself a drink. Thanks. Luck. Good stuff, huh? Come on, Patsy. I didn't come over here to drink your booze. What's the trouble? You just drank it. Now, look, take a squint at that bottle. Hey, where'd you get that stuff? I bought it. You'll get in trouble, Patsy, making buys from outside. They backed the truck up here, moran. They unloaded 40 cases. They said take the stuff or take a dose of lead. I took the stuff. Ain't bad, is it? Who was it? How should I know? Three gorillas with a look in their eye. You pulling a fast one, Patsy? Me? I buy your rot gut and pay you good for peace and quiet. I pay you to keep guys like that off my neck. They'll be off your neck, Patsy. Don't worry about that. Okay. How long and thanks for the drink. I'll match it. You got too hot a temper, Moran. I said this is business. No rough stuff unless it's called for. Those monkeys won't understand nothing except rough stuff. O'. Banion. First it's one joint, then it's another. Then they'll be all over the north side. It's a mistake. Johnny Torrio don't make mistakes. Where's Weiss, anyway? I told him the meeting was off. It's all settled. Settled? How? I put in a call for Johnny Torio. He's gonna get it straightened out and call me back. Yeah, well, if you. Maybe that's him. Yeah, maybe it ain't. Just do your job, Moran. I'll handle this. Hello, Port Banion? Yep. Who is it? Johnny Torrio asked me to call. This is Al Capone. Oh, Azel, you checked up on that deal? Yeah, and as far as we know, it wasn't our boys that made the sale. Oh, we don't like that kind of business either. A Banyan. We want to put a stop to it as much as you. Well, what are we waiting for? Johnny Torrio said. Get the details. He said work with a banyan. It's a deal. Capone. Suppose I send a couple of boys around tonight to see you. Make it tomorrow, Capone. At the flower shop. Here? At the flower shop. They'll be there. Lillian. Lillian. Yes, Mr. Loebine? Call Mr. Moran. Yes, sir, I'll. Oh, and Lillian. Yes, sir? First, bring me that bird seed. Kankakee's hungry. Punch a Kankakee there, see? Oh, here comes some customers. Yes, I'll wait on them first. They're not customers. Just some gentlemen I'm expecting. Going back. Make a call to Moran. Yes, sir. I'll do it right now. Oh, come in, boys. Come in. Hello, Banyan, with a nice. Glad to see you. Well, how are we going to straighten out this mess? Capone says it's easy. Then let's get to it. Sure, Banyan, let's get to it. Hey, what's the idea of the guns? So long, pal. Come on, let's get out of here. Thus done, the two leading gangs of Chicago's racketeers declared war on each other. A gang war that lasted many years. And bloodshed mounted with the months. Now back to gangbusters. You've told us, Mr. Hecht, how gang war flared up in Chicago after the Johnny Torrio, Al Capone Syndicate sought to invade the north side and murdered gang leader Diana Banion. Yes, Don. And the story of the killing was the new sensation of the day. O' Banion's principal lieutenants, Earl Little, Hymie Weiss and George Bugs Moran, were on hand at the funeral parlor where O' Banion's body was on exhibition in a $10,000 casket surrounded by tons of gaudy floral pieces. There they planned retaliation not so much to avenge o'. Banion. As to serve their own peculiar pride. We gotta go through with it, Weiss. We gotta run Torio and Capone into the ground. You're wrong, Moran. Nobody can make out if we spend our time killing each other. We're in it for dough. That's the way o' Banion wanted it. Yeah, and look where o' Banion is. You don't want to sit around, let Capone and Torio give you the same kind of going over, do you? Maybe we could get the whole thing settled. Oh, settle. You talk like a maniac. There's only one way it's going to be settled. That's when we got the whole town. I don't know. I was just figuring. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Heavenly. Mr. Weiss, can I see you a minute? What's the matter, Lillian? Well, another floral piece just arrived and I thought bring it in. But there isn't room for any more flowers. Besides, this is bigger than anything in here. It's huge. Who sent it? I don't know. I didn't open the card. Come on, Moran. Let's have a look. Yeah, sure. Where are these posies? Out in the anteroom. This way. They gotta be brought into line. Waste. That's the only way. We'll see. Let's see. Right in here. There it is. For crying out loud. Us Menoleto. Pretty, huh? That's hideous. Where's the card? This must be it. How many men did it take to carry it in? Five. Well, who's it from? Moran? Here, read it yourself. Sure. Rest in peace. Johnny Torrio and Al Capone. Dirty rotten. You're right, Moran. They need a lesson. Hurt me at those wigs. No, don't. Yeah, let me. Soon, Don George Bugs Moran and Earl little Jaime Weiss. Sought and got revenge on gangster Johnny Toro. Thus, the notorious Al Capone came into command. The war between the two factions continued. With one or two gangsters losing their lives every week. Finally, little Jaime Weiss got his. And Bugs Moran became undisputed head of the north side mobsters. But the pyramid of gang mothers didn't help, and both sides knew it. So it was arranged one day that Bugs Moran walk alone and unarmed. Down a long hotel corridor toward a room at the end. As he walked, he looked carefully at each closed door he passed. Then, on reaching the end of the corridor, he stopped and open the door. Come in, my man. Sit down. Make yourself at home. Thanks. Kaboom. Well, are you ready? Yeah, Kaboom. I am ready. It's about time we figured we Weren't doing ourselves good. What are your terms? We split up the city and county. You stay on your side, I stay on mine. Whose side begins where? We go back to the old territories. The ones set up by Johnny Torrio and Diano Banion. It's a deal. And the deal covers everything. The booze, the beer, the dogs, the ladies. Everything, kaboon. Okay, we'll shake on it. I can still remember Diane o' Banion went to shake hands. He got lead. We shake or there's no deal. I can take the deal or leave it, Capone. You're acting pretty dumb for a smart cookie, Moran. Guy can afford to be dumb if he's lucky. That's the way you want it, Moran? Put it here, Al. That's more like it. We'd show them how to run a town. Got no doubt about us running the town, Al. Let's just keep from trying to run each other. Hello, Moran. How are you? Hello, Betty. You remember that guy I was telling you about? Guy? Guy? What guy? Guy with the idea with the. Oh, yeah. I got him back in my office. Well, let's go see him. I think it'll work, Moran. Ought to be good for plenty each month. What'd you say this guy's name was? Joe. Joe Roger. Joe Roger. Okay, open up. Hello, Joe. I want you to know George Moran. Glad to see you. Betsy tells me you got a new grift. If you go for it, Moran, do I get a spot? Sure, sure. I get a million spots. Come on, hurry up, though. I gotta meet a girl outside. Well, the idea is this. There's lots of little guys in business. Big ones, too. Yes, yes, I know. They got all kinds of stores, so we form all kinds of organizations. All the cleaners in one association, all the laundries in another. Follow me. Yeah, go on. So before we start these associations, a cleaner here. Cleaner there is gonna have trouble. A brick through his window. A stink bar, maybe. So they join the association to protect their business. And? And they get protection without joining the organization. They get no protection. Good stiff dues. That's right. Good stiff dues to us. Well, what do you think of it? It stinks. But it's a sink. I said it stinks. Go on, get out. George, it'll work. It'll make many. I said get out. Now hit the ties, you crumb bun. Okay, it was just an idea. So what was the idea, Moran? That guy had something. Any. Sure be a cinch to operate. You got the strong arm, boys. That's all you need. I Know it? You try it out first in the cleaning shops. Hey, you told Joe you didn't go for the idea. Yeah. Why should I cut him into the deal, a stranger? Yeah, why should you? Boy, I could see this thing spreading all over the city. Maybe farther. Maybe to New York. Yeah. What about Capone? Well, what about him? Capone ain't gonna like it. Let him not like it. There's been peace and quiet too long. I'm sick of it. Come on. Hello, Moran. Yeah. Al Capone. How's it going? No complaints, Al. Well, I got a complaint. Amy. Yeah? That protection racket of yours. A pretty good idea, Moran. Yeah, I like it, but it's covering too much ground. It'll cover more ground, Al. Nothing like it was included in the agreement. That's the way you want is okay, Madan. Be seeing you. That, Don, was the beginning of another flare up between Chicago's rival gangs. And the direct result was the most sensational and blood curdling event to arise out of the long history of Chicago's mobsterism. You were telling us, Mr. Hecht, that gang war between the Al Capone and Bugs Moran mobs broke out all over again? That's right, Don. There were many killings on both sides. With the feud at its height, Bugs Moran called a meeting of a dozen of his henchmen at the garage on North Clark street he sometimes used as headquarters. By a little after 10 in the morning, eight of his lieutenants had arrived. So what? Moran sold her a little bit late. When I tell guys to be here, I mean it. Ah, Will you monkeys keep quiet? How can anybody think? Okay, boss. Don't get excited. Just keep it quiet. I'll be along in a minute. What do you say we get some coffee? Ah, coffee. Come on, come on. You can relax. All right, Patsy. I guess I can stand some relaxing. Well, you knew what was going to happen. You knew Capone wouldn't sit still. Okay, okay, I heard all about it. I want to hear. Get out the side door and cut through the alley. It's shorter anyways. All right, you guys stick here. I'll be right back. Are you going out to buy me a present, boss? Present? Yeah. I'll give you a present. But, boss, it's Valentine's Day. Oh, Valentine's Day, huh? I'll get busy if you think it's the Fourth of July. Come on, Patsy, let's go. You ought to take it easy, Moran. You'll get Capone in the end. Just take me to that coffee. Sure. Maybe get the old agreement working. I don't want to hear no more about it. Take a look around before we hit the sidewalk. Yeah? No, there's nothing. Hey. What? Cops just pulled up in front of the garage. Get close to the wall. You haven't got enough trouble now. Cops. All right, let's go with machine guns. Come on. Come on. Hey, those aren't cops. They're Capone guys. Okay, get inside. Let's do a good job. What do you say, boys? Let's go. Get on our stick where you are. We ought to warn the guys. There's seven of them left him there. He can take care of themselves. Not against machine guns. Besides, they take the cops stick here, I said. It's like a slaughterhouse. Boss. Yeah? Come on, let's go after Moran. We'll get a couple of them anyway. We can show them. Oh, let's get out of here. But, Moran. Come on, let's move fast. Yeah, what is it? He's outside, George. What's his name? Foster. Bill Foster. Bill Foster. All right, bring him in. Yes, George and Lillian. Yes. Leave the blindfold. Sure, George. All right, come on in. Better help me through the door, miss. I'll help you right through here. Come in, Foster. You Moran? Go on out, honey. Leave us alone. Sure, George. I'll be right outside. Hey, how about let me take the blindfold off? Not on your life, brother. What paper you with anyway? The American. Who was it, Moran? Who shot up the garage? Who killed those seven guys? Only Capone's gain. Kills like that. You lost a lot of talent. Gonna do anything about it? If I was, I wouldn't tell it to a newspaper. But you're not. I made up my mind to quit Chicago. Leave it all to Capone. I didn't say I was yelling. And don't you print it. Where are you going? Just say I made up my mind to retire. I been thinking about it a long time and I just now made up my mind. But don't say I'm quitting because I'm scared of Capone. Because you're not, huh? Between you and me, Foster, I am. I know when I'm cooked. Capone's cooked too, but he don't know it. It won't be me or anybody like me that gets him, but he'll be got. You remember that. So, Don George Bugs Moran foresaw the end of gang rule in Chicago. And it was not many months after he fled Capone's vengeance that the notorious gang leader was arrested by United States treasury agents under the great Elmer L. Irie. And subsequently sentenced to a long term on Alcatraz. But what about Bugs Moran, Mr. Heck? Well, Don Moran remained in retirement until just a few months ago. But the time came when he once more thought he could make a killing. This time for a million dollars. Then you will be back next week to give us another episode in the fantastic criminal life of George Bugs Moran. I certainly will, Don. Well, thank you, Prosecuting attorney Matthias H. Heck of Dayton, Ohio. We'll all be looking forward to next week's case. Now, Gangbusters presented in cooperation with police and federal law enforcement departments throughout the United States, the only national program that brings you authentic police case histories. My name is Ernest Gaither, Jr. I'm here in the Cook County Jail with only 29 hours to live before I go to the elected chair. Listen later to the rest of this amazing statement of a murderer who died in the electric chair only a few hours ago. A statement recorded inside the death cell especially for gangbusters. And now to gangbusters and facts that show the operation of our law enforcement officials in their war against the underworld. Gangbusters has again asked the honorable Matthias H. Heck, prosecuting attorney, Dayton, Ohio, to narrate by proxy tonight's case the inside facts in the case of the notorious Bugs Moran. Mr. Heck, we know how. George Bugs Moran, who for years was Al Capone's only serious rival in the Chicago underworld. Finally, he was sentenced to a term in prison. The first he had served in 20 years despite numerous crimes accredited to him. And it was a comparatively short sentence. Don Gardner Moran was soon out of prison. To all appearances, he was making an effort to go straight. He set himself up as a speculator in oil leases and was operating in the southern Illinois and Indiana boom country. One day, about a year ago, Moran and an associate were seated in the rectory of a church at Vandalia, Illinois, waiting to keep an appointment with the pastor. Give me a cigarette, Moran. You don't have to smoke in here. Well, I don't see no signs. You don't see no signs? You don't have to smoke. Just sit there and don't say nothing when he comes in. Who wants to say something? Don't open your yap and everything. Okay, here he is now. Get up. Get up. Get up, I said. Hello, Reverend. Good afternoon, gentlemen. Nice to see you again, Reverend. Yes, I. Oh, this is my associate, Mr. Virgil Summers. How you do, Reverend? Virgil is a name with a heritage. Everybody calls me Doc. Well, sit down. Thanks. Well, Reverend, did you talk over our proposition with the elders? I did Mr. Moran. And the matter was left undecided until I brought them the answers to a few more questions. Well, anything they want to know, Reverend. The church has got that 40 acres of land out there that has a good chance of having oil under it. Now, if we bring in oil, why, every Sunday. And instead of members of the congregation putting into the contribution box. They'll have to take out just so as you can get rid of the money. That's how rich the church will be. I doubt, Mr. Moran, that such an extreme measure would be necessary. Well, I can't for the life of me see what you're hesitating for, can you, Mr. Summers? I cannot, mister. Well, as you know, gentlemen, the first consideration is whether, under the terms of the late Mr. Baker's will, we can use the property for this purpose. Mr. Baker bequeathed it to us as a cemetery, you know. No, Reverend. However, the elders agree that we may be able to obtain a liberal interpretation of Mr. Baker's generous. No, we're getting someplace. But there is one other consideration, Mr. Moran. Anything, Reverend. Anything at all. It has come to our attention that you are also the notorious Bugs Moran of Chicago. My name is George Moran. It never was Bugs Moran. But you are from Chicago. Well, what difference does it make where I come from or what I was? I'm here with a legitimate business proposition, and that ought to be enough. I'm afraid, Mr. Moran, the elders would prefer to deal with someone longer established in the oil business. Come on, Doc, let's go. Wait a minute, Miranda. Maybe the Reverend wants another kind of business. Come on. Okay, I'm coming. Good day, gentlemen. So long, Reverend. I'll see you in church. Now look at me. Dealing with preachers and widows and banks and. What's the matter with banks, Doc? Nothing. Nothing at all, Miranda, if we do business with them in the right way. But this oil lease pitch is a waste of time and a waste of money. Don't tell me what's a waste of money, Doc. As long as we're in the oil lease business, we get a legitimate pursuit. There's nobody can say nothing to us for being around. Okay, but can't you pick a legitimate pursuit we can make dough at instead of throwing it away? Who knows, Duff? Maybe oil will turn up under some of that land we got under lease. Yeah, maybe someday cops will shoot dollar bills out of their guns instead of bullets. But I ain't waiting around to find out. Angie says. Oh, Angie. Who cares what Angie says? I care what she says. And you order, too. She comes in pretty Handy when a job needs a lady's touch. Now let me tell you something, Doc. Keep Angie and the rest of your homework out of my hair. If you want to string along with me. Me? We make a buck. Otherwise, goodbye. Now wait a minute, boss. I was just talking. Talk to yourself or Angie. When it comes to business, just listen. Okay, okay. Don't get excited. Stick here. I'm going to put in a long distance call to Dayton. Well, yeah, Al, now you're talking. I hope he's all set. If he's set, you'll know about it. There's only one thing. Yeah? Tell Al if the deal's got any preachers in it, it's. It's out. I'll be right back. Yes? Did you want to see me, Reverend Thomas? That's right. My name's Dixon. I'm a special agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Oh, yes. Sit down. Sit down. Mr. Dixon. You said Dixon? Yes. Thanks. Well, Mr. Dixon, I. I suppose you hear from a lot of old cranks like me. No one's a crank, Reverend. No one that has something that might turn into a legitimate lead. Well, as a matter of fact, Mr. Dixon, after thinking the whole thing over and losing no little sleep, I'm sorry that I phoned you. I'm not. Reverend, it comes down to this. Bugs Moran or no Bugs Moran. The man approached me on what was a legitimate enterprise. I had no right to treat him so shabbily. He's probably making every effort to live a better life. And he should be encouraged, especially by a minister of the gospel. This is Bugs Moran you're talking about. Bugs Moran or any other man. Reverend, we've been following Bugs Moran for weeks, since long before he approached you. Well, his oil lease business may be legitimate, but we think it's only a blind. A what, Mr. Dixon? A blind camouflage for something else. Oh, I suppose you've read about the several bank robberies in southern Illinois and Missouri and Indiana in the last year. Read about them? I preached a sermon on the subject. So you think Moran is the bank robber? We're watching him, Reverend. Well, we haven't been able to prove it yet, but we think we will. Well, so long, Doc. I'll see you in Dayton. So long, Angie. Toodaloo Moran. You want me to walk to the train with you? What's the matter? Don't you think he can find the train himself? You just drive on, Angie. Doc, get this car in shape. Sounds like it hasn't been greased in a year. So long. Bond voyage. Give my best Al. Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow. Okay, get moving. Where to? One of your oil wells? Angie, so help me. Someday I'm gonna twist your nose around to your ear. And lay off Moran, will you? We've been doing okay with him. You mean he's been doing okay with us. That has been Angie. Bugs Moran. Who meets him? We got him. That's all there is to it. Now shut up about it. Doc. Yeah? What's this date in Cape. Watch it. You got a red light there. Okay, I see it. I'm not blind. I ask you a question. What question? What gives in Dayton? What did Al come up with? Ask Moran. Oh, Doc, I swear, I'm gonna claw you. Okay, go ahead. The light's green. We're pulling out for Dayton tonight. You throw your duds in a bag and be ready to go. But, Doc, I don't. You heard me. We're driving to Dayton. I don't want to hear no more about Moran or oil wells or anything. Just drive. Special Agent Haynes. Mr. Haynes. Special Agent Dixon's on long distance from Vandalia, Illinois. Oh, good. Put him on. Yes, sir. Hello, Haynes. What's up, Dixon? Moran bought a ticket to Dayton and he's on the train now. I sent Greer along to keep him company. Okay. We'll take over on this end when the train gets in. What's in Dayton? I haven't any idea. But it must be a deal, huh? It looks like he's coming alone to avoid suspicion. I think Doc Summers and the woman are getting ready to make the drive there. They're having the car serviced. Are you going to stay with them? I'll be right behind them, wherever they head. If it's Dayton, I'll see you. Okay, Dixon. We'll be looking for you. And keep your fingers crossed, Haines. Before this is over, I think we'll have Moran where he'll never be able to squeeze his way out again. So, Don, as the notorious Bugs Moran, and his henchmen. Were about to pull a deal, as they termed it, in Dayton, Ohio. They were unaware that agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Were maintaining a constant surveillance of the mob. Hoping to catch them in the act of committing a crime. Now back to gangbusters. You were telling us, Mr. Heck, how agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Suspected the deposed Chicago racketeer Bugs Moran as the leader of a gang of bank robbers. That's right, Don and Moran had been followed to Dayton, Ohio. In the hope of catching him and his confederates in the act of committing a crime. Later, the Criminal Doc Summers and the woman, Angie, arrived by car from Illinois and rang the bell at the house where Moran was staying. Fine reception. Guess nobody's home. Angie, I've been listening to you beef for 300 miles. Now, keep it quiet before I give you really something to beef about. Ring the bell again, will you? Running all over the country like a bunch of bums. Angie, I swear. Here comes somebody. Okay, then. Get a smile on your pussy. I'll smile when I want to. Hello, Al. Doc. Come in, come in. Did you have a good ride? Yeah, considering I had a good ride, too. That's nice. Or into the parlor. Doc, he wants to see you. Yeah? Where, in here? Yeah. Yeah, this is it. Come on, Angie. I'll show you where you buck. Well, maybe I got something to say to Moran, too. If you have, you can say it later. Go on in without. Now, listen, I'm coming. Don't push me around. I'm not your mother. Hi, boss. Hello, Doc. Nice layout here, Moran. It'll do. Sit down. Pour yourself a drink. Thanks. How is the trip? Well, okay. Angie. She's getting to be a pain where it hurts. Yeah, I heard her just now. But like you say, Doc, sometimes she comes in handy. Boy, you won too, boss. No, I'll stick with this. But you're gonna straighten her out, Doc. Her dame around's okay with me until she gets to a point where she's liable to clear the caper. Yeah? What about the caper? What's Al got set? It's good for ten grand. Not bad. Another bank? No, tavern owner. Hey, I quit Heyston's saloons years ago. All right, now, wait a minute. Besides, what saloon has 10 grand? Will you listen? Okay. It's a pretty good deal, huh? This tavern's right near the big frigid airplane. Every payday, the workers come in the joint to cash the checks. So every Friday, this tavern owner goes downtown to the bank and gets 10,000. No more, no less 10,000. Now it begins to sound like something. Guy rides back alone from the bank. We nail him on the way. Good enough. Now, the thing we gotta do is know that bank inside out. The tavern and the streets in between. Sounds like a cinch. Tell Angie to get ready. But, Moran. I know, I know. But I want to show you that tavern. And we got a better look for myself. We'll take Angie along for the ride. All the way to Dayton to knock over a tavern guard? I'm warning you, Angie, you better shut up or you're going back home. And if I send you Home. It'll be on your back. Now, remember that. She'll be all right. Yeah. Yeah, I'll be all right. Saloon bandits. Okay, now, that's enough. This sounds too easy, Moran. Somebody goes to the bank with them. They got to. Al's been watching him three weeks. He goes alone. Then he sure carries a gun. If he don't, he oughta. What if he does? There'll be enough of us. Yeah, it's a big deal. I heard enough out of you, Angie. Go on home. That's a good idea. Why didn't I think of it? Moranj. He better stay, I suppose. I don't want to. Go on, get out. Well, good night. I think I'll pick up a guy. Maybe two guys. Pick up whoever you like. Those two over there ought to do me fine. Hey, Angie, you go on home now. Nighty night, cowboys. Hi. You too. Hello. Hello. Got a cigarette? Sure. Here. Help yourself. Thanks. It's just my brand match. Yeah, sure. Much obliged. Don't mention it. You wouldn't like to buy me a drink, would you? We'd love to. I like rye. Straight rye. But we're expecting our wife. Oh, yeah. Any minute. Some other time. It's a date. Well, I guess I'll toddle along home. That's as good a place as any. Thanks for the cigarette. What do you think, Haynes? It was an accident they didn't send her over. I don't care for that kind of accident. Maybe we're too close to him. Maybe. But we've got to take our chances. Come on, let's get out to the car. Hey. Hello, Andy. Get out of here. Nobody comes in my room, Moran. Not without an invitation. I got an invitation. My own. What do you want here? What's there? A bus ticket. Get packed and get out of here. Now, wait a minute, Moran. Nobody's telling me where to go and when. I'm telling you right now to get yourself out of here. And you better do it before I let you know why. Why? You no good enough for your rotten tongue, Angie. Now get packed. Doc will have something to say about this. Doc's already had something to say. He went down and bought the bus ticket. You rotten heat. I'll come claw your eyes out. You can't stop me. Now get packed before you get more, only worse. Nice night, E. Beautiful girl. Got on the bus alone. A ticket at St. Louis. Okay, we'll have her picked up at Cincinnati. Yeah, that's the car. The Buick. You got a lot of nerve leaving the stolen car parked right in front of the house, not so much. It hasn't even been reported stolen yet. How, doctor? It belongs to us. In Chicago, at a convention. Well, it's a cinch they don't want a hot car around too long. Maybe tomorrow's the day. A month's pace as it is. Yeah, I'd make the same bet. The lights are still on in the house. Moran makes his boys study late. Just walk on by. I hope we can stick with him tomorrow. We will. There's four extra men flying in from Cleveland. Good. We'll need them. I don't think Moran will give up so easily, even when he's through. I will. Turn left at the next corner. Make quick work of this job, boys. There's a lot of traffic out. More than we counted on. It'll be okay, all right. Don't worry. Everything I wish is Angie was here to help me spend my part of that guy's 10 grand. Oh, for the love of it, will you stop yapping about Angie? Okay. Okay, we take him at the red light. You ready, Al? Yep, boss. And, Doc, am I Ready for 10 grand? All right, boys, I'll be following you. There's the line. He's stopping in a good place. Right, right. Back up. Go ahead, bud. Take your time. Don't run. Let's go, Doc. All right, will you. You get that side, Al. Yeah, I'll take over the wheel. Hey, move over, bud. We'll take care of that package. You let him slide over this way. Okay? Okay. Well, he don't shoot. Get your head down. All right. Lower, or I'll knock it down. Yeah, all right. Okay, you got the light. Get his eyes taped. No, please don't. Don't tell us what to do. Now you'll shut up. Tape him up good, pal. The less he sees, the better. Special Agent Haynes. This is Dixon. We got a bad break, Haynes. We lost Miranda. Traffic. No, it couldn't be helped. And they may be pulling the job right now. Well, no reports have come in yet. Look, Haines, get out an alarm on that stolen Buick. At least we'll have that to hang on him, if nothing else. All right, I'll put it on the Teletype right away. Go ahead, walk. Pastor, I can't see. That's the idea, to tape so you can't see. Go ahead. All right. How much farther? Walk, I say. Get up. Get up, bro. I'll kick you so you really feel it. That's far enough. Leave him lay there as the boss tape him to that tree but good. Okay. Everything going on Scheduled, boss. Unscheduled. Where's the score? Right here. I ain't had time to count it, but it feels like 10 grand if anything ever felt like 10 grand. Well, let's get moving. Hey, you set? Oh. Come on, let's go. You take the wheel then. Yeah, boy. We got any more like this, Moran? A few. Just a few. Come on, come on, let's go. Okay. Come on. Come on. All right, get in. Well, Moran, where to? Back to the joint. But, boss, we ought to move. Yeah, I don't like the idea of hanging around like a couple of ducks for him to shoot at. Listen to Papa, will you? He knows best. Doc. Hey, Doc. Doc, wake up. Somebody's tapping in a window. See? Holy. It's Angie. Well, I'll be. Get rid of a. Doc. Yeah, okay. Angie. What? Go over and open the door. Doc, it's four o'clock in the morning. I know it. If it wasn't, would I be banging on the window? Why ain't you in St. Louis? I'm not, that's all. Open the door. Moran knew you were here, he'd cut my head off. Open the door. Okay, okay, but be quiet, will you? Get rid of her, Doc. And ran out of her. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. One thing. With her it's another. Never anybody. Oh, well. Now, look here, Angie. What's the idea? Don't move. FBI. Just keep still and you'll be all right. Listen, guys. Where's Moran sleeping? In there. And Al? There, but he's not sleeping. You, you take Al, but watch him. You hold this one here. Come on. Haynes. Right. Okay. All right, open the door. Easy. Come on. The light. Yeah. Okay, let's wake him. All right, Moran, sit up. Hey, what's the idea? I said sit up. Hey, now wait a minute, FBI. Moran. Here's your pants. Get them on. You guys got no right coming here and hearing me. I got a right to my Privacy. This isn't 20 years ago, Moran. Get those pants on or we'll take you in without them. So, don, after nearly 25 years, the notorious Bugs Moran, once one of the most feared gangsters in the country, was finally convicted as a common bandit. Moran and his accomplices, Virgil Doc Summers and Al Fouts, were all given maximum terms of 25 years, which they are now serving in Ohio State Penitentiary. Well, thank you, Matthias H. Heck, prosecuting attorney, Dayton, Ohio, for giving us the inside facts into the amazing case history of George Bugs Moran and Gangbusters. Congratulations to all the agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and Dayton, Ohio. Detectives who participated in the investigation and prosecution of this notorious criminal. Now a special gangbusters presentation. Late Thursday night, a murderer was led down a dimly lit corridor in the Cook County Jail at Chicago. This murderer had a message to leave behind him and a special gangbusters crew went into his cell to record that message. Here it is. My name is Ernest Cather Jr. I am here in the Cook county jail with only 29 hours to live before I go to the elected chair. I was a stick up man, that's what I was. At the age of 16 I was a bones a game. I thought I was a big shot to three grands in me in my pocket at all times. But it was a great mistake I made for thinking that you are not tough when you put a gun in a man's face and take what he has wet car for it don't take guts to do that. Any fool can put a gun in his hand and do wrong. But it takes a man with guts to get a job and work for what he wants. I am just so sorry that I couldn't see it this way until it was too late. Although my life will be taken from me but my soul is going to rest with God in heaven. That will be my next home and I am so happy that I am ready to go. A few hours after he made that statement, Ernest Gaither Jr. Paid the supreme penalty of the law.