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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.

- 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...

...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.

If we start giving parts of it away,

we go downhill in no time.

Now, I say no.

F*** city hall. F*** 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 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 f***ed 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,

it wouldn't be 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.

1107...

...Clyde Avenue.

Let's go.

This one's for O'Banion.

You dago son of a b*tch.

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 b*tches 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.

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 watch

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.

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 take over

the South Side policy wheels.

Not that nickel-and-dime crap

the n*ggers play around with.

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...

- What is that?

- Ten million.

Some fooling around, huh?

I don't know.

Those black boys are tough.

I don't think 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...

...Ioaded with money.

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 sh*t

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.

One hundred percent.

You're gonna have

a problem with him, Al.

Forget it. A bum like that

gives the business a bad name.

- Who else you got out there?

- You won't 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.

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 f***ing town.

- You know the Pony Inn?

- Yeah, Harry Madigan's joint.

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

f***ing cowboy? There's five of them.

You might get killed.

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 Earl "Little Hymie" Weiss.

The identity of the third victim

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