Bullets or Ballots

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What time does the crime picture start?

Eight fifty-eight, in about three minutes.

Two loges.

This is William Kennedy, bringing you

the second of a series of short pictures...

...exposing the rackets of America:

The Syndicate of Crime.

A series of short pictures presented

to the American public as a warning.

To arouse them

against a growing national menace:

The modern racketeer.

Wait till you see the actor

that takes you off.

1935.

The total gold bullion in the United States

Treasury and Mints was $9.5 billion.

1935.

The crime combine of the racketeers...

...entrenched in 88 cities

of over 100,000 population...

...and reaching into thousands

of surrounding towns...

...robbed the American people

of $ 15 billion.

Huge sums extorted

from the businessman.

A steady flood of pennies,

nickels and dimes...

...drained from the purses

of the homeowner...

...the laborer and the housewife.

On the East Coast, perishable foods.

A quarter of a cent levied

on every head of lettuce.

A cent on artichokes.

A fraction of a cent

on every type of produce.

When wholesalers refuse to pay tribute...

...the racketeers prevent them

from moving shipments.

Hundreds of carloads of fresh vegetables

rot on sidings.

Across the street

from 100,000 American schools...

...attractive games are installed

in stores, shops and restaurants.

And in one city alone,

the racketeers harvest $80,000 a week.

How many kids are there

in that school?

- Thirty-five hundred.

- Do you get much of their trade?

- Quite a bit.

- How about building it up?

We'll install a nickel game for you.

So they can go hungry handing you

their lunch money. Get out of here.

Well, if that's the way you feel,

we'll only install three.

And you'll like it.

- A home run, there it goes.

- Home run, home run.

- I can beat that.

- You better not spend any more.

- Spare me a nickel, will you?

- Out of my way, kids.

The Pacific Coast.

A group of restaurants refuse

to buy meat through the racketeers.

They try to buy it direct.

- What's the big idea?

- Where are you taking the load?

- Paris Caf.

- All right, Joe.

- Why, you can't get away with...

- Sit down.

Nothing like a good kerosene flavor

on a steak.

You're next.

October, 1935.

Al Kruger, a notorious racketeer,

comes up for trial.

He has previously

been arrested 11 times...

...on charges ranging from grand larceny

to felonious assault.

Dismissed each time.

He finally faces a jury.

Be seated.

Have you reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

- You may state it to the court.

We find the defendant not guilty.

I wish to state that your verdict

is one that destroys the confidence...

...of law-abiding people in the integrity

and justice of the American court.

You can leave here knowing you have

rendered a blow at law enforcement...

...and encouraged those

who violate the law.

They will probably praise you.

I do not.

Jury discharged.

And so Kruger is again

given his freedom...

...and returns to collect his share

of the $ 200-million plunder...

...taken each year in his city.

So what?

Entrenched and protected...

...the crime combine strikes swiftly

at those who oppose it.

Ward Bryant, publisher and

leading crusader against the rackets...

...receives a telephone death threat

against himself and his family.

He makes a public reply.

I have been ordered to stop making

The Syndicate of Crime pictures.

The gentleman who phoned added,

"Or else. "

For his information,

I shall continue to make them.

And my papers will continue their present

policy of open attack on racketeers...

...and the directors of organized crime...

...who are the really dangerous enemies

of society.

His phone call is only further evidence...

...that the racketeers have the

American public pretty well whipped...

...when a citizen has to sacrifice

the safety of his family...

...to ask for security and decency.

These same racketeers laugh

at your laws.

They make a joke of your courts.

They rule by the fear of their bullets.

They must be smashed

by the power of your ballots.

Let's go.

- Who threatened Bryant?

- I don't know.

Somebody told him to pipe down.

He's been doing enough yelling

in his papers without making pictures.

He's just racing his motor.

He's racing it so loud the public's

liable to wake up one day.

They been played for a sucker

so long they'll never wake up.

That's where we think different.

If he keeps on bringing our names out,

he can make it plenty hot.

I'm gonna stop him before he stops us.

You stick to your milk-and-produce

business and leave Bryant alone.

I'm still running this show,

and I say let him yell.

He can't hurt us without any evidence,

and he isn't gonna get any.

Pick me up here at the office at 1:00.

- Go get yourself a drink and cool off.

- Okay.

And forget Bryant.

Sure.

Hey, waiter.

Some bourbon and ginger ale.

- Hiya, Herman.

- Hello, Eddie.

Hello, Mr. Blake.

Hello, Herman.

- I see you got the bad news.

- Yeah.

- That ought to cause a lot of trouble.

- I shouldn't be surprised.

Probably blow the lid

right off the city hall.

Oh, I forgot, Miss Lee's waiting for me.

- Get a look at the crowd out there?

- I'll say. Boiled shirts all over the place.

- How's your routine, Mary?

- It's in the bag.

- Good. How about your number, Eddie?

- It'll knock Broadway for a loop.

Never mind Broadway,

concentrate on the customers out there.

This is the biggest play we've ever had

from downtown.

If our show gets over,

we'll pack them in.

- Go out there and give them everything.

- We'll have them on the floor.

We're having a tough enough time

keeping the seats filled. Go on out there.

Come on, kids...

Hello, girls. Excuse me, will you?

- Hello, Miss Lee.

- Hello, Herman.

- How were the collections?

- Just fine.

You really got something

in this numbers game.

Mr. Henrich says it's gonna catch on

in the Bronx even better than Harlem.

Form the looks of that money,

he's right.

If it keeps rolling in, you can quit the

cabaret and move right into Park Avenue.

- I drive a Rolls-Royce swell.

- We'll stick to the cabaret.

All right, but Rolls-Royces are better.

Let's see. Seems to me I had

something else I wanted to tell you.

Never mind. It'll come.

Oh, I remember.

I saw Mr. Blake when I came in.

- Where?

- In the bar.

In the bar? Was he drinking?

- Yes.

- What's happened downtown?

Who, to me? Nothing.

I wasn't even downtown.

No, not you.

What's happened on Broadway?

- Any extras out?

- Oh, yes.

That publisher was murdered.

The one named...

- That explains it.

- The name...

Never mind, Herman.

Just sit down and rest.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K...

Bryant.

Thank you.

- How are things, Lee?

- Fine, thank you.

- How is the show?

- Go in, see for yourself.

I will.

Hello, Johnny.

Wanna go in and see the show?

No, sit down a while.

- How have you been?

- Okay.

Why didn't you let me know

you were here?

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