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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...?

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,

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 do is show those feds

a little dough-re-mi.

I'll tell you how to handle it.

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

one million dollars a month.

You sure know your onions,

Mr. Torrio.

Soon as you waved that dough,

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 look like them.

Walk and dress like them.

Most important, you have to learn

how to talk like them.

Because the minute you open your

mouth, like you did with Joe Stenson...

...when they find out you're a punk,

they won't come within a mile of you.

Are you listening

to what I'm telling you?

Sure, Mr. Torrio, sure.

Pete.

Hello, boys.

Frank, stay in the car.

- When Weiss gets here, send him inside.

- Okay.

Pete, I want you in there with me.

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.

Especially out-of-town beer,

huh, Hymie?

You got something to say,

just spit it out.

O'Donnell here had 600 barrels

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 f***ing 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 mine.

You're taking one hell of a big bite.

Yeah, that's right, Mr. Weiss.

Protection costs.

I got the feds, Springfield...

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

the police department.

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 b*tch.

You make me sick.

- You can go to hell.

- Oh, yeah, says 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.

I thought hoodlums

left their victims in alleys.

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. Capone.

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 running around in a goddamn Ford,

he wants an Auburn?

All right, get him his f***ing 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 headquarters

in the New Dawn Hotel.

It's beautiful, Johnny, beautiful.

Now, remember,

these are small-town politicians.

You gotta cooperate.

Make compromises.

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 the store window.

O'Banion's boys.

I talked with him.

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

I told you, you can't reason

with these Irish a**holes.

All they understand

is bullets right up the ass.

That's the kind of talk that got us into

all this trouble in the first place.

When are you gonna get

it through your head...

...that we are businessmen

and not U.S. Marines?

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 satisfactory solution.

We made a deal, Torrio. A deal.

I help you take over Cicero.

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