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I'm gonna have to get you a bit out of tax.

I've rousted my number banks in Harlem.

Cost me a million in a year, I don't let up.

Make it a personal.

Only one thing to get me. Me, me, Dutch Schultz, me!

Now this.

Nothing you can do right now, Dutch.

This is one man you can't talk to.

Talk, talk, talk. You liars, talk.

This one.

I'm gonna have to get you a bit out of tax.

I'm gonna have to get you a bit out of tax.

Talk, talk, talk. You liars, talk.

This rat's gonna be hit, you hear?

And he's gonna be hit.

Bring that hit!

They left their prints on the guns, the victims, and the times.

The prints of the men who terrorized New York in the 20s.

That strange and nightmarish time.

When a gangster sat in judgment.

And passed sentence on a public prosecutor.

Yes, they left their prints on the guns, the victims, the times.

And finally on each other.

Dutch Schultz. Born Arthur Flegenheimer.

From a hole in the wall speakeasy in the Bronx...

...to one of the most feared ganglords in the city of New York.

Ruthless, wild, unpredictable.

A troop of a hundred triggers on his payroll.

The Dutchman was considered an outlaw even in his own outlaw world.

Nobody in the mobs would stand up to the Dutchman.

But a young, soft-spoken district attorney came along who said...

...this evil force has to be destroyed.

And Tom Dewey became the obsession, the black beast...

...in the waking and sleeping hours of Dutch Schultz.

The Dutchman decided that Dewey had to be hit.

My name is Barney Ruditsky.

Gangster Squad, Police Department, City of New York.

Hitting a federal attorney appointed by the governor of New York...

...and special prosecutor was not just another mob action.

For this, the Dutchman had to have the permission of the syndicate.

The board of governors met.

There was Strella from Chicago, Pocris from Detroit...

...Raskin from Cleveland, Rahm from Los Angeles...

...and representing the East Coast, there was Mr. G, the prime minister.

Dutchman, how are you?

All right, boys, let's get on with it.

First, I want to thank you all for showing up on such short call.

The question is important. One needs a quick answer.

Anyway, Schultz feels it needs a quick answer.

I'll let Dutch put the question.

Say we hit this Dewey.

Go on, Dutch.

Well, it ain't just me, my interests, I mean.

This here Dewey's declared himself.

If you let him knock me down, well...

Well, Strella, you're next. Pocris, you and you and you and you.

One at a time. He hits one, he hits all.

Well, it's about the crop.

We can have discussion. Go ahead, Strella.

Now listen to what Dutch says.

He makes a little sense in here.

I was always a pretty smart pretzel, you all know that.

And I know what's coming with this bum.

I don't know. Well, I do.

Let him finish, Dutch.

I think Dutch only knows one thing.

Get Dewey off his back.

What he's just been saying, Schultz.

Get him off his back.

What he's just been saying. Sure, I want him off my back.

We gonna sit there like a dork and let him hit you one by one, huh?

You listen to Dutch. He's got a little sense in there.

I don't feel no heat from this Dewey.

Sure, you think the Rocky Mountains are gonna stop that bum from hitting you?

I don't think he's big enough to climb the Rockies.

Sure, he's a nothing punk now, but don't let him grow.

Maybe he can be, uh... talked to.

You wanna try?

Ain't never seen the man yet I couldn't talk to.

What are you gonna use for conversation?

100 Gs, thousand dollar bills, no birthmark on him either.

You know where they've been to Dewey and back.

Yeah, this guy don't know to mean an adult.

Treats it like yesterday's newspaper to wrap Harry in.

He's a dangerous man.

You know what this bum makes?

500 a month.

All right.

You know where I stand.

I only say one more thing.

If we decide on the hit,

we better be ready to go all the way down the line.

We might find ourselves with more troops than we can handle.

What's the matter, Whitey?

The California sun cooking your guts?

All right.

I don't want you out of order no more, Dutch.

Any more discussion?

I listen carefully.

I don't think we make no hasty move.

You take a week for consideration.

I put the motion.

We meet here for voting on the question one week from tonight.

All in favor?

Aye.

Aye.

Opposed?

Actions carried.

Okay, I buy that.

But when we vote for the hit, we should be ready to move.

I want the job to be blueprinted now, ready for the work.

You put that as a motion?

Dutch moves we give out the contract to blueprint the job.

No action until we vote.

All those in favor?

Aye.

Aye.

Opposed?

Carried.

I will give out the contract.

Only one man can handle it, Nicolaides.

Meeting's adjourned.

Meeting adjourned.

This is a heavy contract.

No, we use heavy artillery.

For this one, you use heavy brames.

This one is for the syndicate.

Damn, she's gonna kill me.

Who we hitting with?

You don't hit nobody.

A schlaman?

A schlaman? For that we send you the chicken flicker half price.

First you make the plan.

You give me the plan, I send it to Mr. G.

If he likes the layout, he gives me the word.

I get the word, I give you the word.

Then you make the hit.

Who's the target?

Dewey.

Listen to my kid, huh?

He's only 36 months.

Wonderful, huh?

Nico.

You said Dewey.

That's right.

The Dewey?

That's right.

Tom Dewey, Thomas E. Dewey?

I said it was a heavy contract.

Let me know what you think.

I don't know, Nico.

You don't know what?

It's a big one.

It's for the big boys.

For me and Manel here, I say sure, we give it a roll.

You know what I mean? Like a challenge.

A contract like this guy could make his reputation in one night.

That's right.

But the rest of the boys, I don't know how they're gonna feel.

They're gonna feel like you tell them to feel.

Well?

How much time?

Mr. G wants to see the layout next week.

Dewey.

Gonna be a big stink.

Why don't you let Mr. G worry about that, huh?

Hmm?

You got a layout on the job?

Sure.

Now, Dewey lives here in this apartment house.

Here.

Central Park West.

It's a good wide street, lots of room for the wheels.

Right.

Now, he leaves every morning, 8.30.

Yeah.

Goes to the corner drugstore.

Yeah.

For what?

To phone his office.

He's afraid his phone is bugged.

Now, between the house and the drugstore is the only place you got room to make the hit.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Bodyguards?

Mm-hmm.

Two, 24 hours a day.

Feds?

City detectives.

You know them?

Sure, I check them out.

The Barton Vaccaro, eight to four shift.

Mm, yeah.

Inspectors' men out of central office.

We'll have to time him for a few days.

We'll need, uh, mm, five.

No, six men.

A finger man, two triggers, a wheel man, two flank men, here and here, case of chase.

Yeah, six good men.

Yash, for this job, if you need him, you use the whole troop.

Okay, Nico, we'll case it.

Give it a drag run.

Boy, Yash, you do a good job, huh?

You ever have a beef on the work?

No, no.

But for Mr. G, this one, extra special, huh?

Hmm.

Coming up.

One extra special.

Hmm.

Hey, Nico.

Hmm.

Who gives your kid lessons?

Oh, Professor Salcito.

Him we hit for nothing on the house.

Coming up, one extra special.

Phase one, material and logistics.

The Brownsville troops swung into action with their usual military precision.

Step A in phase one, the hot car for the getaway.

Right.

Brought to the drop where it would remain under wraps until D-Day.

D for Dewey.

The specialists went to work.

Unregistered plates put on the car.

New white sidewall tires.

Paint job.

By the time the specialists finished their work,

the car could be sold back to the original owner and he'd never know the difference.

Step B in phase one.

The guns, army issue, a shipment to Europe.

The weapons would not be missed for months.

Step C in phase one.

Added insurance.

Expert gunsmith.

Numbers on weapons removed.

Acid tests now showed no latent imprint.

Gun barrels threaded.

Silencers attached.

Phase two, battle strategy.

The troops had set up their observation post on Central Park West,

a middle class, peaceful neighborhood.

Tom Dewey shared a modest one-bedroom apartment with his wife.

Dewey's moves were clocked.

Each morning, 8.30, Dewey, accompanied by the two bodyguards, left his apartment.

Stopped at this corner drugstore to make his morning call to his office.

Five days later, Yash made the report to Nicolaides.

After the hit from rear of the store, here, to getaway car, 27 seconds.

For flank cars to get into position, nine seconds.

Now the getaway car makes the right turn, rolls two blocks to here.

You don't go over 25 miles an hour.

Makes the left turn, three blocks, then right turn,

straight ahead to where Moishe's waiting with his heap.

You shoot the getaway car and Moishe takes off.

Now, you pass any patrol cars on this route?

I clocked them up.

There's a beat car that crosses here at 8.49.

The getaway car has passed this point at 8.44.

Uh-huh. Now, the drugstore.

Night before the hit, Pep and Ali break into the store from here.

That's the door to the basement, the storeroom.

This door is wired?

No.

How many locks?

Two locks.

What kind?

A Yale and a Seagull. I got a set of keys.

Pep and Ali, they stay in that basement until 8.35 next morning.

They come up these stairs.

Now they're in the prescription department.

The druggist is there that time every morning fixing orders.

Ali drops the druggist.

Pep doesn't wait, comes right on through this swinging door to the store.

Dewey is now in the phone booth here.

Pep hits Dewey once, the head.

Another pop only if he thinks he needs it.

Now, suppose the Bart or Vaccaro, one of them, come into the store while Dewey is telephoning.

They don't move from outside. Don't let nobody in till the bum comes out.

Suppose.

Then Ali, standing here at the swinging door, will have to drop him.

I don't like it.

What's the difference? When I hit Dewey, might as well hit a cop.

You don't understand. Dewey is from outside. The cop is New York.

Oh, Nico, you don't think straight.

Hitting Dewey is worse than hitting the mayor and the police commissioner.

So what's the difference?

I still don't like it.

But I let Mr. G worry about that.

You do a good job, Yosh.

Extra special.

Well, Mr. G give me the word, I give you the word.

Now, boys, please, you have some wine? It's homemade.

They are out of the drugstore, again through the basement and out the rear.

Around the corner and in the waiting getaway car at 8.39.

The flank cars move into position.

Nicolaitis reports he's satisfied the contract can be handled.

Anybody got discussion before we take the vote?

All I want to say is tell Nicolaitis I never heard a better layup.

And tell him besides what the syndicate pays, I might give on my own for the boys an extra 50 G.

Now we'll tell him. Anybody else?

All right, I have a few words, then we take the vote.

Since the meet last week, I talked with a lot of people.

All kinds of people who have a good finger on the pulse.

Kind of pole on reactions.

The reactions was not good.

Dewey might make a little trouble in the New York area.

If we stop him like this, we might find the feds coming down on us all across the country.

A ton of bricks. Not one brick at a time.

Dumped in one heavy load.

I think it is bad business.

I say it is better business maybe to let one apartment burn up if necessary.

We save the rest of the building.

All right, now we take the vote.

If yes, make a check. If no, make an X.

Yes, check. No, X.

No, X.

No, X.

No, X.

X.

No, X.

X.

No, X.

No, X.

No, X.

No, X.

Nine no's, one yes. The question is voted down.

You know what you can do with your voting?

All you have to do is go out there and I say get fed!

Bill, you will call Mr. Nicolaides.

You will tell him to be at my apartment at half past eleven.

Tonight.

Gentlemen.

Can I make a motion?

Yasha's troops are in the action for almost a week.

Essentially, yeah. Lulu, you are a barrel, you go into the drugstore basement.

Just like Allie and Pip were going to do, you come up into the store exactly at 8.35.

Yeah, yeah, we got that.

We use Maxi over there for Wellman for the getaway car and flip, one flank car ought to be enough.

Dutch.

Dutch, don't you think we are pushing kind of fast to make a hit tomorrow morning?

Job is all laid out, no?

I know, but we don't even have time to clip a hot car, no plates, guns, nothing.

Here's what we got.

Okay, Dutch, but the syndicate said no.

They're just saying that we better look out for trouble from the syndicate just in case...

All right, all right.

All right. Go in and tell Maxi and flip we meet them at the 110th street drop.

Four o'clock. We roll out of there at 4.30.

You and Barrel will be in that drugstore basement before five.

Let's go.

Dewey.

Flip.

Flip, you take the flank car. You move only if something goes wrong.

You got that? Maxi, get your getaway run set.

Remember, you pass that there corner no later than 8.44.

The prowl car crosses at 8.49.

Okay, let's roll.

Let's go.

Hey, little one, don't make no bubbles.

What are you doing with him?

Dog biscuit.

Dutch, Dutch, who shot you?

He's happy. He doesn't get snappy, okay?

He's jumping around.

Who shot you, Dutch?

The boss.

What boss?

I can't go through with that. Get that out of...

I checked and double-checked.

Look, why?

Get me out. Shift me.

Got to keep him under control.

The rats are two dead.

Dewey, you're hit.

Please, pull me out. I'm half crazy.

Somebody tied my shoes.

Give me something. Lulu, get me in the car, Lulu.

Come on, give me...

Please, please.

Get me off my feet.

Let him leave me alone.

I want a tape.

The Dutchman's obsession. Dewey would get him. He was right.

Tom Dewey finally put an end to his murderous career, but not the way in which Dewey had planned it.

Dutch Schultz, born Arthur Flegenheimer,

from a hole in the wall speakeasy in the Bronx to the most feared ganglord in New York.

Ruthless, wild, unpredictable.

Died age 34. His last words?

I want to pay.

He did.

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