 in Washington, David Harding addresses the group of men around a long shiny table. Gentlemen, I'm honored by the presence here of the governor of the several southern states covered by our counters by districts 9, 10, and 11. Realize that your state has been faced with a large criminal operation selling illegally made alcohol and evading federal taxes. Here's those figures, please. Yes, Mr. Harding. District 9, estimated tax loss, $221,000. District 10, $400,000. District 11, over half a million dollars. Now, gentlemen, we don't yet know what gang makes that alcohol or where it's made, but all over your state, counters by squads are moving into action. District 10, that's what we're looking for. United States counters by... Company, is it in here? No, no, this is only the garage. The office is in that snazzy little building right across it. Years ago, my name is Hyde Cardin. Listen to that sample, yeah. That label, right, of the original, finally consists of bending over a hot stove, making their corn syrup according to a receipt handed down from mother to daughters. When you and me as a daughter should have handed it back. And tell me, do you know what happens to your used cans? Why? Well, you take them back, for instance. Like milk bottles, you mean? No. Why? A lot of them seem to be used for shipping illegal alcohol around the country. Labels, if so, if so. My cans were into the so-called monopoly states where liquor is sold only by state-owned liquor stores. Bootleg liquor undersells those stores very profitably, because somebody forgets to pay the federal alcohol taxes. We figure around three million operation loans. Oh, you'd place those cans to me, huh? Mm-hmm. That's true. Do you want to look around the place, Peter? I'll show you where we make the syrup and can it. Fifty-sixty employees, that guy. I'll even show you the garage where we ship it out to stores and wholesalers. Maybe I'll even give you a couple of cans to take home to the little woman. Come on. This way. Honest by the sniffing around my plant here. Don't send any more tucks here from the spill till you get word from me. Melt him. We'll be okay. Whoever had Hype Gordon's syrup plant to connect it or him with illegal alcohol manufacture. However, have sent agents to trail three loaded trucks that left his garage while I was there, and himself also under surveillance. And I was including limousine with French chauffeur. Lives in the most expensive apartment hotel in Chicago, swarming with uniform flunkies. Gordon's rental at least fifteen thousand a year for lavishly furnished ten-house apartments. So I could speak in a couple... I wouldn't want inconvenience tonight. We'll be mighty comfortable right here in the little... Ron's a house... I... I... I... I... I... I can work at four. Well, as I'm as fond of like you... And you know how Sam would never say a word unless he was sure. A person? Who said that now that he wasn't? You ought to know how a husband earns his money, and after all, please, before you marry. I know, Gordon. And Sam was always Christian. Stacey had to pot-dive back home. That's about it. Well, all Sam said was that he didn't think the pain of Sam and his sister's coroner. But it was then still you and Hype had three cars, and he got four closets full of clothes, and that dime to these Sam's all of Hype and eight-house timbers. So Sam and Gret is out lover. Boy, the oldest family I got left. Vinnie. Vinnie, my customers down south got plated. Did you notice in these reports about Hype Gordon's brother and sister-in-law visiting? And driving him crazy. It'll make trouble for decent people. Why not trouble for crooks too? I think this Mr. Sam Vanderbord might be a lot of help to us. Not to fall in Hype around, but it just ought to pop down. Oh, well, glad it's beating out anyway. I guess I ought to go back to St. Louis Saturday, maybe. Where are they tonight? Hype and Vinnie. I don't know. We got the apartment all to ourselves, and I must say it's a relief to have a little privacy. Oh, somebody's the door. You go, Sam, and if it's a telegram, I'm going to take my Hype. You better open it and tell your face whenever you've got an idea. Now, why don't you tell me? Well, the famous planet consists of this car leading up here to your stills.