Ed Helms

But on this day, Cassidy isn't sporting his typical green hat. He's dressed to the nines in a blue suit, but his hat is tan. What a trickster! So Butts orders a fifth of gin. They shake hands. But Cassidy doesn't fall for the trap. Rather than deliver it to Butts personally, he passes the bottle off through a third party. No evidence. No gotcha. Butts tries again. And again.

But on this day, Cassidy isn't sporting his typical green hat. He's dressed to the nines in a blue suit, but his hat is tan. What a trickster! So Butts orders a fifth of gin. They shake hands. But Cassidy doesn't fall for the trap. Rather than deliver it to Butts personally, he passes the bottle off through a third party. No evidence. No gotcha. Butts tries again. And again.

But round after round, Cassidy is just a little too slick for him.

But round after round, Cassidy is just a little too slick for him.

Finally, Butts decides he needs to take a different approach. He corners a staffer for a senator he knows is a customer of Cassidy's, and he reveals he's an undercover agent.

Finally, Butts decides he needs to take a different approach. He corners a staffer for a senator he knows is a customer of Cassidy's, and he reveals he's an undercover agent.

Suspicious or no, the man agreed to help Butts make the arrest. The staffer calls Cassidy to place an order. And George drives out to the parking lot of the Senate building to make the drop. Now, I don't know if George let his guard down or what. Maybe this particular staffer was a regular, someone he trusted. Regardless, to George, it was just a normal day.

Suspicious or no, the man agreed to help Butts make the arrest. The staffer calls Cassidy to place an order. And George drives out to the parking lot of the Senate building to make the drop. Now, I don't know if George let his guard down or what. Maybe this particular staffer was a regular, someone he trusted. Regardless, to George, it was just a normal day.

As his son Fred says... He would have parked someplace close by. when suddenly, Prohibition officers surround his car. They grab him, pull him out. They pop the trunk and rummage through his vehicle.

As his son Fred says... He would have parked someplace close by. when suddenly, Prohibition officers surround his car. They grab him, pull him out. They pop the trunk and rummage through his vehicle.

I think we can all see Butt's smug smile, right? All that hard work is finally paying off. He got his man. But that smile fades because George is smart. No bottles on him. No liquor in the car. A trailing vehicle tries to pull away, and the prohibition agents realize Cassidy is leading a two-car caravan. The liquor's in the car behind him. Agents spring away from Cassidy to stop the second car.

I think we can all see Butt's smug smile, right? All that hard work is finally paying off. He got his man. But that smile fades because George is smart. No bottles on him. No liquor in the car. A trailing vehicle tries to pull away, and the prohibition agents realize Cassidy is leading a two-car caravan. The liquor's in the car behind him. Agents spring away from Cassidy to stop the second car.

I imagine it from George's perspective, pushed onto the hood of his car, officers grabbing his wrists. He's gotta be hoping his accomplice can shift into reverse and peel out of there. But Butts and the other agents are too quick. The second driver can't maneuver. He stopped and dragged out. The search that follows turns up a motherlode.

I imagine it from George's perspective, pushed onto the hood of his car, officers grabbing his wrists. He's gotta be hoping his accomplice can shift into reverse and peel out of there. But Butts and the other agents are too quick. The second driver can't maneuver. He stopped and dragged out. The search that follows turns up a motherlode.

Butts says they nabbed at least six-fifths of gin. George's mind must have been racing as Butts pops open the suitcases and counts the bottles. Was this finally it for him? His wife at home, what would she do if he was in the slammer? Maybe he hoped he could skate by because of his two-car plan. He's got deniability, right? They can't pin the liquor on him.

Butts says they nabbed at least six-fifths of gin. George's mind must have been racing as Butts pops open the suitcases and counts the bottles. Was this finally it for him? His wife at home, what would she do if he was in the slammer? Maybe he hoped he could skate by because of his two-car plan. He's got deniability, right? They can't pin the liquor on him.

But with the liquor in hand, Butts and the other agents turn their attention to George. When they go through his pockets, they pull out something even more incriminating than a hip flask. They get their hands on the key to his whole operation. A little black book. It's George's client list.

But with the liquor in hand, Butts and the other agents turn their attention to George. When they go through his pockets, they pull out something even more incriminating than a hip flask. They get their hands on the key to his whole operation. A little black book. It's George's client list.

It seems like many extra-legal entrepreneurs before him, George took notes on his criminal enterprise, and it's clear from his ledger he's been bootlegging in Congress for a decade. The case was a slam dunk for butts in the Bureau. When George went to trial, he found he was facing a year and a half in jail. That was bad enough, but then something else really got his dander up.

It seems like many extra-legal entrepreneurs before him, George took notes on his criminal enterprise, and it's clear from his ledger he's been bootlegging in Congress for a decade. The case was a slam dunk for butts in the Bureau. When George went to trial, he found he was facing a year and a half in jail. That was bad enough, but then something else really got his dander up.