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Come on. Hurry up.

Hello, operator?
Get me the police.

- Bet these are worth 20 grand.
- Shut up.

Hold it.

Get up against the car.
Spread them out.

Come on. Move.

Fucking wops.

Get up. Okay, get up. Come on.

Okay, you guinea son of a bitch,
who were they?

I don't know.

Easy, Mike, easy.

Give the lad a chance.

You got trouble.

Big trouble.
You know that, don't you?

- I didn't mean anything.
- Look,

they're gonna put you away
for 10 years. Easy.

Unless you open up.

Captain, I swear.
I didn't know those two guys.

I figured it was a stickup going on,
I wanted to help.

You see two uniformed
policemen making a pinch

and you think it's a stickup?

It was dark in there.
I couldn't see.

Mike!

All right, beat it.

- Just a goddamn minute, lieutenant...
- That'll be enough of that.

- Come on, get out of here.
- Sure thing, lieutenant.

It was only a mistake, that's all.
Right, officer?

Do you want your goddamn head
busted, you fucking wop?

Goddamn fink.

Move!

I got a call from
Judge McQuade's bailiff.

Seems His Honor would appreciate
us letting this guy go.

Not only didn't His Honor know
why this guy was pulled in,

he didn't even know
his goddamn name.

Now, how is that
for a laugh, huh?

Hop in, kid.

- Yeah, says who?
- Says me.

Up yours.

Get in.

- You have a name?
- Alphonse Capone.

Everybody calls me Al.

Your father own a barbershop
on Navy Street?

- Yeah, that's right.
- I know him, Frank.

Gabriel Capone, nice man.

When you see him, you just tell him
that Johnny Torrio sends his respects.

Oh, I sure will, Mr. Torrio.

- Who tipped you off on the fur heist?
- Nobody.

Nobody tipped me off,
Mr. Yale.

See, I got this girl.
She lives on Myrtle Avenue

and I'm coming home. I see this squad
pull in the alley, grab these two fellas.

I put my nose in, that's all.

- You know our boys were in there?
- Well, I don't know your boys, Mr. Yale.

Least I don't think I
know any of them.

Anyway, I tell you the truth,

it was so dark in there you
couldn't see nobody's face at all.

You're gonna stand there and you're
gonna tell me that you jumped two cops

with nothing in it for you?

Well...

Now that I think of it, if I'd thought
about it at all, I wouldn't have done it.

I just don't like cops,
that's all.

- Here.
- Oh, no.

Please, Mr. Yale. It was a pleasure
to do a man like you a favor.

An important man like you.
My pleasure, I swear.

Yeah. You go out there,
see Solly.

Tell him to drive you over to
St. Vincent's. Fix up that face of yours.

Sure thing, Mr. Yale.

- Thank you.
- Go ahead.

You too, Mr. Torrio.
Pleasure to meet you.

Hey, how'd you make out, kid?

- "J.M." Who's J.M.?
- Judge McQuade, 20th District.

Frank, 2000 a month?

He keeps the fourth ward
whorehouses open.

Fifty thousand dollars a month, clear.
You do that good in Chicago?

A little bit here,
a little bit there. It adds up.

Remember when we were kids?

We had rags on our backs.

Had cockroaches in the oatmeal.

Crabs on our balls from
the stinky toilets.

But one thing we did have,
we had brains.

Even as kids we had brains.

These punks today, they have nothing.
They got brains up their ass.

No, no. Not all of them, Frank.
Young Capone.

You didn't believe that story he
told you, did you? He called the cops.

Oh. Come on. Do you remember
when we were kids?

How we got the big shots
to notice us, huh?

You bastard.

Twenty thousand clear from that fur
heist. I ought to have his neck broke.

If I were you,
I'd put him on the payroll.

I gotta get going.

Johnny.

Give regards to Big Jim.

- Yeah. He's still buying diamonds.
- Respect, huh?

Yeah.

I don't wanna argue
with you, Johnny.

Sure, Prohibition comes in.
So what?

There'll be a few wise guys bootlegging
the stuff, but not Big Jim Colosimo.

I don't wanna tangle with no feds.

Federal badges or not,
they all got their hands out.

You name the right price
and I guarantee

they'll be on the take
just like anybody else.

Look, I'm doing okay with my
whorehouses and my gambling spots.

What's the matter, Johnny?

Ten grand a month
don't satisfy you?

Not when there's a chance
to rake in millions.

Now what the hell would
I do with millions?

Buy more diamonds?
Here. Diamonds.

Johnny, let me tell you something.

If Prohibition comes in,
it ain't gonna last six months.

You take beer and booze
away from the people,

they're gonna be sore as hell.

One thing the politicians can't afford
is to have the voters mad at them.

So forget about this bootlegging.
I want no part of it.

That's my last word.

Capisce?

Operator. Number, please?

Long distance, please.

- Operator.
- Brooklyn, New York, operator.

Yeah, Mr. Frankie Yale.

- Prospect-1107.
- Thank you.

My number is Wabash-6215.

Hello. Hello, Frank.

Johnny. Yeah, yeah.
Fine, fine.

Well, how about you?

Huh.

Yeah, well, listen, Frank.
Uh, the reason why I'm calling.

I'm in a situation out here. I gotta
have somebody to give me a hand.

No, no, no.
Somebody I can trust 100 percent.

Are you kidding?
In this town?

I wouldn't even trust the pope
if he came from Chicago.

I was thinking about, uh...
You know, this Alphonse Capone.

He comes to my mind, and, uh...

Scusate.

- Hey, Alphonse.
- Hey, Johnny.

What happened?
I was beginning to worry.

Ah, I had to find a hotel.

Oh, I should have arranged
all of that.

But never mind.
We'll take care of that later.

Come on upstairs. I got some
friends I want you to meet.

- Yeah.
- What do you think of the joint?

Oh, it's a beauty.

It's all right. Come on.

So I said, "Mr. Mayor,
you expect me to feed you

"and half of city hall for nothing?

"Ain't it enough," I said,
"that me and my friends

"stuffed the ballot box
to get you elected at all?"

Jim,

I want you to meet a friend of
mine, Alphonse Capone.

- He just came in from the East Coast.
- Did you?

- Honor to meet you, sir.
- Alphonse is gonna be working for me.

This is my wife.

How do you do?

Mr. and Mrs. Jake Guzik.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- How do you do?

- Miss Crawford.
- Hello.

And, um, her friend,
uh, Mr. Cooper.

Pleasure to meet you.

I'm sorry. I just washed my hands.

Don't mind Mr. Cooper.
He's widely known as a horse's ass.

You stupid...

Take him for a walk.
Cool him off.

Big Jim Colosimo.

If he had listened to me
a year ago, one year,

we'd have been cleaning up
in this beer racket right now.

Or maybe you could split up on him,
Mr. Torrio.

Start your own business.

Oh, no, it takes time.
You don't understand.

I need strong connections
in the mayor's office,

county building,
the police department.

Even into Springfield.

And time is something that
I don't have.

Alphonse,

you have the brains. Ambition.

You're not afraid of anything.

These are qualities that could
make you a very important man.

But only if you put into my hands

your trust,

your loyalty,

and even your life.

All these are yours, padrone.

On the soul of my mother,
I swear it.

Ah, Big Jim, Big Jim.

He's a fine man.

He's been very good to me.

I love him like the brother
that I never had.

But he just won't listen.

He won't listen.

It must happen in such a way
that he has no warning.

No fear.

No pain.

- Hey, Joe. Anybody looking for me?
- Not that I seen, Mr. Colosimo.

Operator, I wanna
call Wabash-7176.

Hello. Let me talk to Rockwood.

Hey, Rockwood, it's Jimmy.

I've been waiting around here for
the last 15 minutes. Yeah. Where...

$250,000, Mr. Stenson.

As a down payment.

A down payment
on exactly what, may I ask?

I was told that you own seven
breweries, is that right?

Yes. Closed by the 18th Amendment.

- I wanna lease them from you.
- You expect to manufacture near beer?

Near beer is second step
to making real beer, Mr. Stenson.

Are you suggesting, Mr. Torrio,

that I actually become
involved in bootlegging?

What are you worried about?
Prohibition?

All you gotta do is show those
feds a little Dough-Re-Mi.

I'll tell you how to handle it.
Now, you lease your breweries

to a legitimate company
in New Jersey.

That company, in turn,
will sublet them to me.

And no matter what happens, you
can't possibly be held accountable.

I take it you expect this to be
a profitable venture.

Mr. Stenson,
Chicago is a beer drinking town.

No law can change that.

Now, I can guarantee
that your share of the profits

won't be under $1,000,000
a month.

You sure know your onions,
Mr. Torrio.

A soon as you waved that dough under
his nose, you had him by the balls.

Shut up. Shut up.

I broke my ass trying
to put this deal together.

You almost killed the
whole thing.

"What are you worried about,
Mr. Stenson?

"The feds are a bunch of dopes,
Mr. Stenson."

Alphonse, what's the matter?
Don't you use your head?

Come on.
I'm gonna tell you something.

From now on, we're gonna be dealing
with a lot of important people.

Judges, lawyers, businessmen,
big politicians.

To get anywhere with them,

you're gonna have to learn
how to... How to look like them,

walk like them, dress like them.

And most important of all, you're gonna
have to learn how to talk like them.

Because the minute you open your mouth,
like you did up there with Joe Stenson,

the minute they find out
that you're a Union Street punk,

they're not gonna come
within a mile of you.

Are you listening to
what I'm telling you?

Sure, Mr. Torrio, sure.

Andiamo.

Pete.

Hello, boys.

Frank, stay in the car.

- When Weiss gets here, send him inside.
- Okay.

Pete, I want you in
there with me. Come on.

There's our gold mine.

Twenty-eight miles long,
16 miles wide. Two million people.

And that's not even taking in
the little towns around the edges.

Now, do you have any idea
how much whiskey, how much beer

two million people can
drink in a year?

In a week?

Or how many broads
they can screw, hey, Johnny?

I hear that a good whorehouse wop,

like yourself,
and the Genna boys, here,

have got a setup that
brings in a lot of dough.

Is that right, Johnny?

It's a profitable business,
Mr. O'Banion.

But peanuts to what
I'm talking about.

So, what the hell are you talking about?
Getting into bootlegging?

Every mob in town's involved
in it already.

Deanie and myself, we got a flock
of them North End joints.

And we're moving beer in there
as fast as we can haul it.

Especially out-of-town beer,
huh, Hymie?

You got something to say,
just spit it right out.

O'Donnell here had 600 barrels
that were coming in from Joliet

Monday night.

They never showed up.

- Isn't that right, Spike?
- That's right.

- You saying we hijacked it?
- You bet your fucking ass.

Alphonse.

You see, this is another reason
why I called this sit-down.

We gotta stop this fighting.
Quit this name-calling.

Before we start killing each other.

Now, look, we start off by cutting
the town up into territories.

O'Banion territory.

Spike O'Donnell.

Little Italy, the Genna brothers.

The Loop, and the rest
of the South Side is all mine.

You're taking one hell of
a big bite, Johnny.

Yeah, that's right, Mr. Weiss.
Protection costs.

I got the feds, Springfield,

the mayor's office, the judges,
the police department.

I mean, it takes money.
All of that's coming out of my pocket.

Look, if this is played right,
we got a gold mine.

No more hijacking.

No muscling in on another man's
territory, no more shootings.

We don't need trouble.

We can't afford trouble.

Yes.

You better come outside, Al, before
this dame, she gonna wreck the joint.

You're dead, fathead.

Stay away from me, you creep.

You drip.

Don't touch me, you spineless...

Take your claws off me,
you pigeon-toed son of a bitch.

You make me sick.

- You can go to hell.
- Oh, yeah, says you...

Now, you calm down
and be a nice little girl, huh?

It's all right, folks.
Go back to your dinners now.

Are we going somewhere?

Or are you taking me for a ride?

I'm taking you home.

Oh.

I thought hoodlums
left their victims in alleys.

Ah, come on.
Knock it off, Miss Crawford.

You get drunk, you throw things
at people. You do a lot of damage.

And I come very near to throwing
your ass in the drunk tank.

- Why didn't you?
- Rich dames got rich fathers.

Rich fathers got a way
of returning favors.

Well,

thank you for the ride,
Mr. Caponi.

Capone. Al Capone.

You spend all your
time hitting people?

I take Sundays off.

No more beer from
O'Donnell's guys, get me?

- From now on you take it from O'Banion.
- Screw you, buddy.

I wouldn't peddle O'Banion's
slop for free.

Joe, you gotta learn to
listen to people.

Hold it, Pete.

The hell with the others.
Get O'Donnell.

Looks like O'Donnell
just wasted a good cigar.

Hello, Spike.

An Auburn? Come on, Jake. You have
any idea what that'll cost us?

I know a judge don't come cheap,
but an Auburn, for chrissakes.

I'm... I'm running around in a
goddamn Ford, he wants an Auburn?

Yeah. Yeah.

All right,
get him his fucking Auburn

but when we want a favor,
he'd better come through.

You tell him I said so.

Hey, Johnny.

Alphonse.

I got a call from
Jake Guzik this morning.

Says Cicero's all set for
us to move in.

Yeah, we're taking over next week.

Setting up, uh, headquarters
in the New Dawn Hotel.

Ah, it's beautiful,
Johnny, beautiful.

Now, remember,
these are small-town politicians.

- You gotta cooperate. Make compromises.
- Ah.

Use bribes instead of bullets.
We don't wanna ruin a good thing.

I'll handle city hall like
it was made of glass.

That's what I wanna hear.

Hear about Spike O'Donnell?

Both barrels of a shotgun.

They're picking his brains out of the
cigars in a store window on 63rd Street.

Yeah.

O'Banion's boys.

I talked with him. I told him,
I pleaded with him to lay off.

I keep telling you, Johnny, you can't
reason with these fucking Irish assholes.

All they understand
is bullets right up the ass.

That's exactly the kind of talk that got us
into all this trouble in the first place.

When are you gonna get it
through that cement head of yours

that we are businessmen
and not U.S. Marines? Huh?

Okay, okay.

With O'Donnell gone,
maybe all of this will cool down.

I don't know what your beef is with
the Genna brothers, Mr. O'Banion.

But whatever it is, I'm quite
sure that you and I can reach

a, uh, satisfactory
solution to the problem.

We made a deal, Torrio.
A deal.

I help you take over Cicero.

Everything north of 12th Street,
there, belongs to me.

No ifs, ands or buts.

- That's right, isn't it?
- That's right.

Well, them dago pals of yours

been pushing that cat piss
they call whiskey into my joints.

So I'm telling you, here and now,
it's gotta stop.

And if you don't stop them,
I, by God, will.

- I'll talk to them.
- Do you hear that, lads?

He'll talk to them. Fuck talking to
them. I'm telling you to tell them.

Tell them I catch one more
grease ball son of a bitch

north of 12th Street,
he'll end up in a pine box.

Chrissake, Johnny,
how long you gonna take this?

- Al...
- I want you to hear something, bigmouth.

If it wasn't for Johnny, you and your bums
would still be knocking over poor boxes.

You don't make the rules.
Johnny Torrio makes the rules.

He owns this fucking town.

That includes you.

Come on, lads.

You're dead, Capone.

I'll crap on your grave, Polack.

That was a big mistake, Al.

- Who the hell is this?
- Pete. Get your ass out of bed.

- Oh, yeah, Deanie.
- Hit the Gennas.

- You mean tonight?
- I'll call Frank and Moran.

O'Leary's.

Frank Gusenberg?
You got a phone call.

It's about time
we hit those dagos.

Can anybody beat the big lady?

- Beats me.
- Hey, Moran. Telephone.

My condolences on the loss
of your brother.

Johnny, I'd like you to meet
a couple of boys here.

Frank Nitti, Jack McGurn.

My personal bodyguards.

You're gonna need
a couple yourself, Johnny.

- Antonio.
- I ask for this sit-down

at the request of the Genna
brothers and their families.

In one black night,

they suffered
the murder of a beloved brother,

the horror of a wife and child
blown from their beds.

Had whiskey worth $30,000
taken from them by force.

All of this on the orders of your
business partner, Dion O'Banion.

I spoke to O'Banion a
couple of days ago.

He complained to me that the Gennas
were muscling in on his joints.

It was an unfortunate mistake
by men new to the territory.

When Angelo heard about it

he sent an emissary to O'Banion
to settle the matter.

You wanna know what
Mr. O'Banion said to Maxie?

He said, "Tell them Sicilianos
to go to hell."

I say kill Mr. O'Banion.

Angelo,

you know, personally, I'd like nothing
better than go to O'Banion's funeral.

You know what that would cause?

A shooting war.

- A lot of people aren't gonna like that.
- What people, Johnny?

All those guys care about is booze, broads,
couple of dollars to play the ponies.

If we let them get away with this,
they'll think we've got shit for blood,

come down on us like a ton of coal.

Charlie.

Al makes a lot of sense, Johnny.

Jake.
I don't know,

J.T. Maybe if we was to try to set
up another meeting with O'Banion...

No. I'm telling you now.

Nobody's gonna talk to nobody.

You don't wanna kill this,
uh, this puzzone,

me and my brother,
we'll do this.

Mr. Capone.

Ah, senator, what brings you
up from Springfield?

I wanna personally thank J.T. for his
very liberal campaign contribution.

We take care of our friends, senator.
Where can Johnny reach you?

- I'll be at The Drake for a couple days.
- Good.

Enjoy the evening.

- Take care of the senator.
- Sure thing, Mr. Capone.

Ah, Mr. Capone, this is Joe Pryor,
deputy sheriff.

Sure took your sweet
time getting here.

That desk is solid walnut.
It set me back 300.

- So get your fucking feet off it.
- Now, just a goddamn minute...

Now, you wanted the boss?
I'm the boss.

Now what's on your mind?

Five grand.

You got three crap tables
going full blast out there.

A couple roulette wheels, a row of slots,
and you're selling booze at the bar.

Mr. Capone, you're breaking
a lot of laws around here.

Yeah?

- So?
- So how do you think them

society swells of yours are gonna like
spending the night in the clink?

Five grand will give
them a pass, huh?

It was gonna be three, but, uh,
you got my uniform dirty.

- Sam, get Hoffman on the phone.
- Oh, uh,

I forgot to tell you,

the sheriff's on vacation.

Oh, so you thought you might make
a killing while he's out of town, huh?

Give you five grand? I wouldn't
piss up your ass if you was on fire.

Pay the lady and I don't mean maybe.

And here they come again.
Place your bets.

- Sixteen hundred bucks, goddamn it.
- Get your...

Let's go double up and beat
the bank. Your luck's mounting.

The little lady's coming out.

What's your bet?
Coming out.

Hey, gangster. Mr. Capone.

Come on over here.

Good evening, Miss Crawford.
What can I do for you?

Blow on them. For luck.

Coming out.

Winner, seven.
Count the tips and pay the chips.

You're cashing in.

Mr. Capone, would you mind breaking
this gentleman's nose again?

You want a bodyguard, hire one.

All right. Nobody move.

Freeze.

Get your hands behind your back,
Capone. Come on, move.

I always wanted an
excuse to clobber a cop.

You dumb broad.
Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Now, get in there. Get in there.

- What? In here?
- That's right. Get.

Oh, please, don't get up.

We're just, uh, passing through.

Go ahead, back to work.

- Where are we, anyway?
- We're in a whorehouse.

Well, well, well.
Lookie what I found.

Get them out. Get them out.

Capone, do something.

Bitch.

Come on in.

You can pick up the girl
on the way out.

Uh, no hard feelings, Mr. Capone.
It's just business, you understand.

Ah, sure, we all got
a living to make.

Now, you take care of yourself
and your family.

Men in your line of work are liable to
run into some pretty tough customers.

Hello.

Yeah. Who wants to know?

Some dame named Crawford.
Says you know her.

Okay, what is it?

Do I play what?

- Brava. Brava.
- Thank you.

Okay, your shot.

All right. It's very easy. You just keep
your left arm straight. No, the left arm.

- Left arm straight.
- Pivot the shoulders.

- Okay. I got it, I got it.
- And keep your eye on the ball.

Hey.

Uh-ah!

Not bad.

It would seem people aren't
the only thing you can hit.

Eh, I played a lot of
stickball as a kid.

- You know, this is good fun.
- Give you a little class.

Shit.

I gather one doesn't do
much putting in stickball.

Oh, good evening, lad. You're here
for the Mike Merlo flowers, of course.

That's right.

To the underworld's most
promising golfer.

Hmm, 68, not bad, huh?

For nine holes? Excellent.

Iris. How nice to see you.

Mrs. Atkins, Miss Detwiller,
Mr. Capone.

- How do you do, ladies?
- Oh, why, of course.

Your picture's been
in all the papers.

- You're the famous...
- Gangster.

Well, since you said it.

I've never met anyone in your line
of business before, Mr. Capone.

- It must be terribly exciting.
- Forgive me, but, uh,

do you actually carry a gun?

Oh, darling,
that's called packing a rod.

Isn't that right, Mr. Capone?

Sure, I pack a rod all the time.

Here, let me show you.

Hey. Hey. Look out.

Get out of here.

I gotta go back
through the doors.

- Get a better edge on it.
- Yeah.

Talking about humping
your girlfriends, Charlie.

Yeah, very funny.
What are you, a comedian?

- Your ladies are very funny.
- Ain't got no class.

Hold it, Al.

Get back.

What is it, Frank?

Jesus Christ.

What tipped you off?

When we left the car here last night,
the mirror was straight.

Now, whoever left that bomb must've
accidentally bumped into the mirror.

I owe you, Frank.

Well, let's take a walk, huh?
Nice day.

Better than 500 slugs
in one minute.

Now, that's something to
think about, huh?

Hey, Johnny,
glad to see you.

Where'd that come from?

I had Charlie pick up four
of them yesterday.

I wanna talk to you, Al.
Alone.

Sure, Johnny.

Can I get you something?

These killings, Alphonse.
These senseless killings.

Nine in two weeks.
It's gotta stop.

- Hey, try telling that to Hymie Weiss.
- I intend to.

I want you to get in touch
with Maxie Eisen.

Tell him to tell Weiss and Moran
I wanna talk.

Put a stop to this crazy war.

After we got rid of O'Banion?
Waste of breath.

- Waste of time, Johnny.
- No, no, no.

Not when they hear
my offer, Alphonse.

Yeah, what's that?

I'm gonna give them the Loop
north of Madison Street,

all of Rogers Park. Everything
in Cicero north of 16th Street,

a cut in our slot machine take and half
interest in the Lake County roadhouses.

What, are you nuts?

You give Weiss an edge like that,
he'll own the town in six months.

Alphonse, these killings go on,

Weiss, Moran, all of us,
we're finished.

Now, the word came down
from city hall and Springfield.

We've gotta clean up this mess.

You and I busted our asses
to build this business.

I mean, if we start giving parts of
it away, we go downhill in no time.

Now, I say no.

Fuck city hall.
Fuck Springfield.

With what we pay them bloodsuckers.

For chrissakes,
if any one of us open our mouths,

half the politicians in Cook County
would be on a rock pile.

Alphonse,

a business is only as good
as the man who runs it.

Fortunately,
I'm running this one.

Now, you get in touch with Maxie Eisen

and you give him my message.

Johnny, Johnny.

I, uh... I was just blowing
off steam.

I'll handle it.

Me, you could always count on.

I got a job needs handling.
A job we can't afford to have fucked up.

You play ball with me on this,

I'll give you a chance to be
a big man in this business.

But for that I need your trust,
your loyalty,

to your last breath.

I place my life in
your hands, padrone.

On the soul of my mother,
I swear this.

Johnny Torrio.
Put him to sleep.

Can I say something, Mr. Capone?

Mr. Torrio,
he's got a lot of friends.

They think you had him rubbed out,
that wouldn't be so good.

But they wouldn't think it, not if
Hymie Weiss' boys did the job.

One phone call, from a friend.

No names, just the address
where Mr. Torrio is holed up.

1-1-0-7

Clyde Avenue.

Let's go.

This one's for O'Banion.

You dago son of a bitch.

Hymie, come on,
before the cops get here.

- What do you think, doc?
- We can't tell yet.

But his rugged constitution
is certainly in his favor.

Yeah, well, those sons of bitches can try
again, doc. Right here in your hospital.

I'm putting a man in his room, two
men in the hallway, around the clock.

There's no reason for that.

- The police will...
- He could be dead by morning.

There are more crooked cops in
this town than there are toilets.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Well, that's great, doc.

- He's gonna make it.
- That the way you want it?

- I don't know. I love the man.
- He's got a yellow streak.

Yeah, that's right.

I couldn't stand around watching
him louse up the business, huh?

Maybe you won't have to. He's gotta
figure Weiss'll hit him again.

Johnny.

Johnny, it's Al.

- Alphonse.
- I'm here, Johnny. I'm listening.

O'Banion.

Where's Moran?

I begged them.
I pleaded with them.

No violence.

I lost.

I'm leaving...

I'm leaving Chicago.

Yeah, but what about
the business, Johnny?

Who's gonna run the business?

It's all yours.

Take care of it.

I don't have a stomach for blood.

I'll get them, Johnny.

I don't like it, Jake.

This year I want them figures
up around 90 million.

We'll start by taking over
the South Side policy wheels.

Oh, not that nickel-and-dime crap
the niggers play around with out there.

Oh, yeah? Well, I've been doing
some investigating, Charlie,

on the q.t.

And you know what that
nickel-and-dime stuff is worth?

Two hundred thousand dollars a week.

Now, in a year that's, uh...

- What is that? Ten million.
- Ten million.

Some fooling around, huh?

I don't know, Al.
Those black boys are tough monkeys.

I don't think it's anything that
Johnny would get involved in...

Will you shut up about Johnny.

I run this outfit.

Me. Al Capone.
Now, you got that?

Yeah, sure, Al.
I understand.

And another thing.

The unions in this town.
There's a shithouse full of them,

loaded with money.

What we do is,

we replace the guys running those
unions with some of our boys.

We start on both those things
first thing in the morning.

All right, sing. Sing.

Who's next?

Joe Aiello.
Runs the North Side Sicilians.

Personally, I don't give a
shit who runs the Mafia in this town.

But all I heard about you,
Mr. Aiello,

is you got a lot of muscle
over on Division Street.

And that's on the
North Side of town.

I gotta be straight with you.

I got no reason to be crazy
about that end of town.

If you mean the Weiss outfit,

we do some business there.

Beyond that, nothing.

They don't talk nice
about the Sicilian people.

I'll give it to you straight.

Tony...

Wants to run the Mafia
in this town.

And I'm gonna give him
my full support.

100%.

You're gonna have a problem
with that ginzo, Al.

Ah, forget it. A bum like that
gives the business a bad name.

- Who else you got out there?
- You're not gonna believe this.

Frank Loesch.

Head of the Crime Commission?

There hasn't been an honest
election in this town in years.

Ballot boxes stuffed,
polling-place judges intimidated,

candidates assaulted.

Now, I want it stopped.

Particularly during this
coming election.

Glad to be of service, sir.

Tell you what I'll do. I'll send
the cops out in squad cars

the night before the election,

jug all the hoodlums. Keep them
in jail until after the polls close.

- You got my word on it.
- Thank you.

Now you know who owns
this fucking town.

- You know the Pony Inn?
- Yeah, Harry Madigan's joint.

Yeah, well, the Greek says there's five
guys from the North Side headed there now.

He's sure one of them is Hymie Weiss.

Hey, hold it, Al.

What are you, some kind of
fucking cowboy? There's five of them.

You might get yourself killed.
Do you know what that would do to us?

To the whole business?
Right down the toilet.

How do you like this guy?

Always looking out for the boss, huh?

Don't worry.

Nobody's gonna kill Al Capone.

Nobody.

That guy on the end.
He's built like Weiss.

Well, Weiss or not, he's keeping
the wrong kind of company.

Let's go.

We interrupt this program
to bring you a special bulletin.

In a flare-up of gang
warfare tonight,

three men were shot dead in a hail
of machine gun and pistol fire

on a Cicero street.

The dead men tentatively identified
as James Doherty, 29,

and Thomas "Red" Duffy, 28,
who are allegedly aligned

with the infamous North Side mob

led by the notorious
Earl "Little Hymie" Weiss.

The identity of the third
victim has not yet been...

I've just been handed
a special bulletin.

The third victim has now
been positively identified

as assistant state's attorney
William H. McSwiggen, 26,

often referred
to as the "hanging prosecutor."

We now return you to the
Hotel Sherman

for more music by Ben Bernie
and all his lads.

Jesus Christ.

They'll nail my ass to the cross.

A witness will testify that he saw
your client and three of his hoodlums

leave the Newthorne Hotel 20 minutes
before McSwiggen was murdered

and that your client
was carrying a machine gun.

This machine gun. Found half a block
from the scene of the crime.

Sold to one Charles Fischetti,

known to be a member of
your client's mob.

Mr. Bronson, your client is
going before the grand jury.

And on the evidence this
office will present,

he will be indicted,
tried and executed.

Oh, cut the horseshit,
Mr. Crowe.

I was paying Bill McSwiggen.

That's right.
And I got what I paid for,

and that's enough to throw you and your
whole fucking department out the window.

Now, you don't want me to tell
that to the grand jury, do you?

First one today. With this hand.

I just made up a joke. Let's see
that sexy Italian smile of yours.

If you ask me, there ought to be
a law against women drinking.

Yes, well, I think there is.

I'm beginning to wonder
if you sleep with them.

Who?

That pair of clowns you got back
there, breathing down our neck.

We go to a restaurant,
they're at the next table.

We go to a show,
they're sitting right behind us.

We go for a ride, they're
practically in the back seat.

Can't you go anywhere
without them?

Not if I wanna stay healthy.

Pull over.

What for?

Just pull over.

You wanna drive, huh?

I'll wait for you.

Looks like the big fella's
tired of driving.

Step on it.

- Come on, McGurn.
- I'm going.

This broad's crazy.
Where's she going?

Watch out.

Come on, McGurn.

Hey, now, you better slow down.

Relax. I'm a good driver.

You'll get us all killed.

No way.

Just hold on.

- Do you see them?
- No.

- Where did they go?
- What are you asking me for?

Well, you're looking, I'm driving.
Where did they go?

In case you ever need
a good getaway driver...

You could've got us both killed.

You...

It just so happens my brother's one of
the best racecar drivers in the Midwest.

He taught me how to handle a car
before I even started menstruating.

Bill and I come out
here once in a while.

It's a wonderful spot for
a little heavy necking.

Why do you say things like that?

Huh?

Having your period.

Letting some guy get
into your pants.

If my sister ever talked like that,
I'd cut her tongue out.

Well, well, well.
Fancy that.

A morality lecture from
a cheap bootlegger.

That's right, I'm a bootlegger.
But I tell you one thing.

If I ever had a kid, she wouldn't go
around with a dress up to her ass,

smoking cigarettes,
lapping up bathtub gin

and running off at the mouth
like a whorehouse toilet.

You wanna hear something
funny, Capone?

What's that?

I got a call from this girl
I went to college with.

Husband's an absolute bastard.
Treats her like dirt.

He only married her for her money.

But they're both Catholic,
so a divorce is out.

Anyway...

She calls me up,

said she heard you were a friend
of mine and would I do her a favor?

Well, you'll never
guess what favor.

She wants me to take the bum
for a one-way ride.

All right.

What's his name?
Where does he hang out?

You're not serious.

She's a friend of yours,
you're a friend of mine,

friends do favors for friends.

Could I watch?

Mmm-mmm. No.

Well, where you going?

Come here. Come. Come here.

Where do you think
you're going, huh?

Oh, you're gonna tease, eh?
You're gonna tease, eh?

You're gonna tease, eh? Huh?

Think you're gonna get
away from me, huh?

You'll tear it.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

- Hymie Weiss, huh?
- Who else?

Well, he just made
his last mistake.

I told him he's worse than the damn
dagos, trying to take over everything.

He can't even run his own
candy store, for chrissakes.

At his direct order,

your two friends were
brutally murdered.

Because his tirapiedi,

Antonio Lombardo,
is head of the Unione Siciliano.

You and I,

we pay heavily for raw alcohol.

He has bombed my places,

murdered my brother,

shoots down my men in the streets.

So, why come to me?

We could join forces, work together
to rid ourselves of this demente.

Nothing personal, Mr. Aiello,

but I don't trust none
of you grease balls.

You're all alike. First you come
on with the soft soap, big smile,

then you slip a shiv
in a man's back.

As businessmen, we can ill afford
the luxury of prejudice, Mr. Moran.

Separately, he can destroy us.

Work together and Alphonse Capone

is a dead man.

Tonight I'm going to eat
it the way I wanna eat it.

McGURN:
Charlie, what are you gonna do?

I don't know. I thought
maybe you can, uh, help me out.

- No one can help you out.
- Oh, come on.

Who for?

Giuseppe Aiello.

Aiello.

Five years.

Five years those scumbags
been sticking it up my ass.

All I do is go to funerals.

My pal, Tony Lombardo.

I stood over his coffin
and I cried.

I cried like a baby.

And Patsy Lolordo.

They shoot him down,
right in his own house.

And me.

I'm having dinner with my friends.
I'm enjoying myself and what happens?

I get a little present
from Joe Aiello.

Poison!

What kind of way is that
to kill a person?

All right.

All right,
we put a stop to all this shit.

No more, "You knock off one of my
guys, I knock off one of your guys."

We're gonna get them all.
In one bunch. In one place!

Jesus Christ, Al, you're talking
about five, maybe 10 men.

- Yeah, well, I'll send them flowers.
- Don't do it, Al.

So help me God, it'll ruin us.

We'll have the fucking
National Guard after us.

Jake makes a lot of sense, Al. I mean,
we'd be out of business sure as hell.

McGURN: I'm with you all the way
when it comes

to hitting those bastards, boss.

Only I have to say one,
maybe two at a time.

What you're talking about here
is a massacre.

Frank, what do you say?

I say we do it your way.

This business of wiping
out the Moran mob,

- why did you go along with Al on it?
- Oh, wake up, Jake.

What did you expect me to do?
The man was a ticking bomb.

If one more of us had fucked him,
he'd have gone up like a skyrocket.

Talk to him, will you, Frank?

You, he'll listen to.
Will you talk to him?

He's changed, Jake.

He don't listen anymore to nobody.

He stuffs himself like a fucking
pig, he takes crazy chances.

He'll put a hole in anybody
who looks cockeyed at him.

Can't you at least talk to him?

No, Jake. Not one word.

Is that all
you ever think about, Iris?

Operator?

Superior-1094.

You know,
when I was a kid on Navy Street,

I used to dream.
Even when I was walking around.

I used to dream about all this.

Champagne,

beautiful blond,

silk sheets,

and now I got it all.

Ain't that amazing?

Do you ever feel guilty?

Guilty? What about?

About how you got all this?

Oh, you think that Rockefeller
guy feels guilty?

Huh?

Have you ever loved anyone, Al?

Yeah. I love a lot of people.

My mother, my father.

- A lot of people.
- Do you love me?

Sure.

You want me to love you?
I love you.

Well, lucky for you. Because if you
didn't, I'd have to have you knocked off.

Come on,
I made a 9:00 reservation.

Oh, I'm hungry.

As a matter of fact,
I'm starved.

Oh, yeah?
Come here, I'll feed you.

- Oh, no, you don't.
- Oh, yes, I will.

- Come on.
- Hey! Hey!

Now, be a good girl.

Be a good girl, huh?

You're a good girl.

- Come here. Come here.
- No. Come on.

- Come here.
- I want you to take me out to dinner.

- And I want a French dinner.
- You're gonna get a French dinner.

Now.

Come on, move it.
Let's get out of here.

Iris?

Oh, my God.

I am heartily sorry

for having offended thee

and I detest

all my sins...

Get an ambulance.

Because I dread

the loss of heaven

and the pains of hell.

But most of all,

because they offend thee,
my God.

- Come in, gentlemen.
- Good evening, Your Honor.

- Drink, Mr. Capone?
- Eh, not me.

With smart fellas like you,
I'm gonna keep a clear head.

- Al, you're among friends.
- Sam.

Mr. Capone, we're deeply concerned with
the recent wave of gang killings,

culminating last week in the tragic
death of the young Crawford woman.

We're aware that a certain amount
of violence is concomitant

on your type of business.

Oh, for chrissakes, Sam.

You're not only putting Al to sleep, you're
beginning to bore the shit out of me.

Just between us girls, Al...

I'm gonna be the next mayor
of our fair town.

And we've got this world's
fair coming up.

If we can clean up the
town's reputation.

We want it stopped, Al.

The killings, the bombings
and the senseless violence.

I'll tell you what you do, Tony.

You talk to the guys on the
North Side, then you come to me.

Moran was up here last night.

And sitting right where you are.

And he's agreed to cooperate,
in return for certain concessions.

Half the West Side suburb.

The Loop, north of Madison.

Ten percent of your
gambling profits.

Are you sure you ain't
forgot something, Tony?

Like, maybe my fucking underwear?

Your income will still be
enormous, Mr. Capone.

Yeah?

How long do you think
it'll stay that way?

One minute, Al.

Without us, you're out
of business. Completely.

Now, think it over.

I want you to think
something over.

You're gonna keep on playing
ball with me, you understand?

Because I got enough on every bastard
in this room to put you behind bars.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

The hell of it is,

that guinea son of a
bitch is right.

Try it over again.

Hey, what the hell is this?

Come on,
get those hands up.

You lousy...
Wait till Moran hears about this.

Turn around.
Faces against the wall.

One phone call to the captain and
you guys got your ass in a sling.

We'll cut you in
if you forget the whole thing.

You got nothing on me,
I'm just a mechanic.

Are you serious?

Want to get rid of him?
How?

Put him on the spot?

It'd be easier to knock
off President Hoover.

Al doesn't set foot out
without six bodyguards.

- I'm talking about sending him up.
- Prison?

With what he knows, he could take half
the politicians in this state with him.

Suppose somebody outside
the state nails him?

He's liable to shoot his mouth
off just for the hell of it.

Not if all he thinks he's gonna
get two, maybe three years

and come back and take up
where he left off.

When the big fella goes up,
who takes over?

I take over.

With you behind me,
I can't miss.

Payoffs still go to the right people
and the right man gets into office.

- I don't know. These killings...
- Finished.

No bullets, no bombs, no bodies.
That, I guarantee you.

You satisfy us on the way you get
rid of Capone and you're in.

- Now, who gets him and how?
- Uncle Sam gets him.

On income tax evasion.

How do you think it's
gonna go in there, Al?

Waste of time, instead of the
government trying to put me away

for running a business, they ought
to be putting all that effort

into getting rid of the
Reds and Bolsheviks

who are trying to take over
our wonderful country.

Hey, Al, what's this I hear? Is
Hollywood gonna make a movie about you?

They better not.
I'll take them to court.

Terrible thing. Terrible thing,
those gangster movies.

Our kids see come out of those movies,
what do they wanna be?

A president, a priest,
a doctor? No.

They wanna be some jerk
with a gun who says, "Stick them up."

What will be your plea, Mr. Capone?

I don't know.
That's up to my attorney.

But afterwards,
I'm going back to my hotel,

take off my shoes

and put on some opera records.

Yeah.

To me, grand opera is the berries.

Mr. Capone?

The defendant will rise.

It is the judgment of this court
that the defendant,

found guilty on three counts
of federal tax evasion,

is to pay a fine of $50,000.

Plus an additional $30,000
in court costs.

Furthermore, it is the judgment
of this court that said defendant

shall be sentenced to a
federal penitentiary

for a term not to
exceed 11 years.

Neurosyphilis?

Appears to be
a long-standing condition,

presently at the tertiary
stage of paresis.

- What's the prognosis?
- Proper treatment,

which we can't give him here,

will delay its progress.

Eventually, it'll kill him.

But his mind will go first.

Hey, Al.

Hey, Al. You all right, Al?

Al, you all right?

Frank. Frank.

Charlie.

- I didn't expect you so soon.
- Yeah.

Charlie, shake hands with Tony
Amatto, Tony is my right-hand man.

S'abbenedica.

Tony, been hearing some
great things about you.

- Come on in. Come on in.
- Tony.

Charlie, Charlie. I'm real proud.

How's your health, Charlie?

Well, it's not bad.
It's great living out here.

I put on a little weight, though.

Where is everybody?

Uh, they're in Miami for the day.

Al... Al's out at the pool,
though.

How's he doing?

He's getting worse every day.

Listen, maybe you wanna
wash up, have a drink?

Later, Charlie. First I wanna
pay my respects to Al.

Al.

- FBI, eh?
- Al, it's Frank.

It's about time you
guys showed up.

All the letters I been writing
to Hoover, what do I get back?

A big horse laugh.

You tell Hoover all those banks
being stuck up,

decent people being kidnapped,

it's the Bolsheviks, they're
trying to take over the country.

You tell him that.

I'll tell him, Al.

Fucking politicians all
got their hands out.

A guy tries to set up
a little business, sell a little beer,

they call him public
enemy number one.

Is that nice?

I sure would've liked to have
known the big fella back in the old days.

Said he was one
hell of a smart man.

Capone?

Smart?

Bullshit. He was stupid.
He was an animal.

All he knew were guns, Tony.

That's what put him on top and that's
how he figured to stay on top.

This guy, he was so fucking busy pumping
bullets in the guy across the street

that he forgot something.

The same thing
Johnny Torrio forgot.

That the guy, the guy you
really gotta watch out for,

he isn't across the street at all.

He's the bum standing on
the same ladder you are.

- Right behind you.
- I'll sure remember that, Mr. Nitti.

Do that.

It's kind of hot. Why don't
you take your jacket off.

You're liable to catch a cold.

Thank you, Tony.

Ah, Johnny,
you shouldn't have run out.

Business is worth millions.
You should've stayed.

Helped me out.

Well...

I'm getting my wind back,
thank God.

And when I'm happy,
I never feel snappy.

So put the money there, boys.

Put it right there.
The treasury needs money.

Put it in.

Hymie, put it in.

I'm telling you for the last time.
Put it in!

Now, you know what
happened to O'Banion.

He never delivered the flowers.

Jesus, Ma.

They put handcuffs on my legs.

What did they do that for?

Ah, I won't get it dirty, Ma.

Best communion suit
on the block.

Shut up.

I said, shut up!

I'm gonna pay.

Just leave me alone.

Fucking Bolsheviks.

Fucking Bolsheviks!