Call Northside 777
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- 1948
- 112 min
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[ Man Narrating ] In the year 1871...
...the great fire nearly destroyed Chicago.
But out of the ashes of that catastrophe
rose a new Chicago...
...a city ofbrick and brawn,
concrete and guts...
...with a short history of violence
beating in its pulse.
That history is on record, and the record
is kept by the newspapermen...
...who have made Chicago's papers great.
No period in Chicago's history
was more violent...
...than the years of Prohibition.
The rise and fall
of the bootlegging empires...
...was written in blood and bullets.
In 1932, there were 365 murders
committed in Chicago--...
...one for each day of the year.
Eight policemen were shot down
in the line of duty.
One of the most ruthless
of these murders...
...occurred on December 9, 1932,
on South Ashland Avenue...
...in a place operated
by a woman named Wanda Skutnik.
Wanda Skutnik's store
in the Polish district...
...was the front for a speakeasy.
[ Wind Whistling ]...
You got change for 20?
- That's all right. Pay me next time.
[ Bell Dinging ]
Wanda, you're lookin' at a guy
that's comin' down with a cold.
Sit down.
- Oh, thanks.
Hi.
- Hi.
[ Sighs ]...
For a cold, this is good.
- Thanks, Wanda.
- The police, Wanda. Get the police. Quick.
Hello. Hello, Central.
Get me the police.
Yeah. Quick, please.
[ Narrator ] This cornered,
frightened bootlegger...
...gave information that pointed suspicion
towards a man named Tomek Zaleska.
Tomek Zaleska couldn't be found.
But two weeks later,
a tip from another source...
...revealed that Zaleska
had spent the night of the murder...
...with his friend Frank Wiecek.
The police closed in on the home
Helen and Frank were taken
into custody for questioning.
Frank Wiecek admitted
that Tomek Zaleska...
...had spent the night
of the murder at his home...
...but insisted he knew
nothing about the crime.
Why did Tomek want
to sleep at your house?
Well, he was having trouble with
his old man. He was afraid to go home.
When did you last report
to your probation officer?
Last Friday.
- You're sure it wasn't Thursday?
No, I know it was Friday,
because that was the day...
...my wife told me
she was gonna have a baby.
You went to the probation officer
on Thursday, not Friday.
There's your report card.
- You're confused, son.
Try to be a little more accurate.
Where were you at 3:30 on December 9?
I was-- I was with my wife.
I remember because I was helping her
shell walnuts for a cake she was making.
You were wrong about the day
you saw the probation officer.
Maybe you're wrong about being home...
...shelling walnuts for
your wife on December 9.
l-- I know I made a mistake
about the probation officer...
...but I know I'm right about the other thing.
This statement was signed
by your wife an hour ago.
'My husband was home with me
on the ninth of December.
I remember because he was helping me
pit dates for a cake.'
You sure it was walnuts?
I don't know.
I'm sure she must be mistaken.
[ Narrator ] His wife, Helen,
was released.
But because of Frank's confused testimony
on insignificant points...
...and his minor police record...
...he was held as a suspect.
Eventually, after hiding out for six weeks...
Tomek Zaleska, protesting his innocence,
surrendered to the police.
You knew we were lookin' for you.
You knew we'd picked up your good friends
Helen and Frank Wiecek.
Then why didn't you give yourself up
if you were innocent as you claimed?
I was- I was scared.
Sometimes I used to hang around
Wanda's place.
When I heard they were
picking up everybody she knew...
...well, I figured nobody would miss me,
so I just beat it.
I know now I made a mistake.
But I came in on my own hook, didn't I?
When you went
to Wiecek's house that night...
...what reason did you give
l-I didn't give any reason.
I used to spend the night
there once in a while.
[ Cop ] You didn't give them any reason?
[ Zaleska ] No, I just asked them to let
me stay there and they did.
And you're sure you gave them no reason?
No.
[ Narrator ] After identification
by an eyewitness...
Frank Wiecek and Tomek Zaleska...
...were indicted for the murder
of Officer Bundy...
...and swiftly brought to trial.
I will ask you, Mrs. Skutnik,
if you see in this courtroom...
...the two men that murdered
Policeman John Bundy.
Yes, sir.
Him... and him.
[ Prosecutor ] Had you ever seen either
of these men prior to the time of shooting?
Oh, sure. Tomek used to come around
my place all the time.
The other fella,
I never saw before.
And the first time you saw Frank Wiecek...
...was on the day of the murder?
- Yes, sir.
And the next time you saw him was the day
you picked him out of the police lineup.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Your Honor.
The People rest.
[ Narrator ] Both men received
a sentence of 99 years...
...to be served in Stateville Penitentiary.
This happened in November 1933.
Frank and Tomek went to prison.
The case was forgotten for 11 years.
Forgotten until October 10, 1944...
...when a small advertisement appeared in
the classified section of the Chicago Times.
Boy.
Yes, sir?
- Get me the file on John W. Bundy...
...cop killed in '32.
- All right.
And get at McNeal.
- Yes, sir.
Kelly wants you.
[ Typewriters Clacking ]
Check this.
What do you make of it?
Well, I want to know why
it's worth 5,000 bucks...
...to someone to find out
who killed a cop 11 years ago.
Well, 1932 was open season for cops.
Over on the Northside, they were
shootin' 'em in pairs, like a brace of ducks.
This is all I could find on that cop
killed in 1932-- that Bundy guy, Mr. Kelly.
Now, you see what I mean?
He didn't rate much.
- It wouldn't hurt to check it.
You might get your name in the paper.
This is sucker bait.
Every grifter and mooch
in town'll be after that five grand.
They'll frame their brothers to get it.
Maybe this is a frame.
There's a lot of angles in this city.
You see what I mean?
Just takes you longer to catch on, that's all.
I was just thinkin' about it.
I'm lookin' for Tillie Wiecek.
Uh, what you want?
- I called Northside 777...
...and they said I'd find her here.
- I'm Tillie.
You run this ad?
Yes. That's for me.
You know something?
- No. No, no.
No, I'm a reporter for the Chicago Times.
We'd like to know why you're so interested
in finding the killers of this cop.
Frank Wiecek is my son.
I his mother.
My son's in prison for killing him.
He didn't do it.
My friends, they tell me
if I offer big money...
...maybe somebody will tell
who killed the policeman.
Now, you mean, your son's in prison
for killin' the cop, that right?
Yes. But he don't do it.
My Frank's a good boy.
He don't do this thing.
l-- About this $5,000...
...where'd you get it?
Is that important?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's very important.
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