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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

and 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 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 wonder if you sleep with them.

- Who?

That pair of clowns

you got breathing down our neck.

We go to a restaurant or a show,

they're sitting right behind us.

We go for a ride,

they're 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.

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?

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 a girl

I was in 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?

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?

Think you're gonna get away

from me, huh?

You'll tear it.

I'll be a son of a b*tch.

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 greaseballs.

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.

Charlie, what are you gonna do?

I don't know. I thought maybe

you can help me out.

No one can help you out.

- Come on.

- I can't help you out.

You got them hanging off your leg.

Who for?

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 sh*t.

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.

- Well, I'll send them flowers.

- Don't do it, Al.

It'll ruin us. We'll have

the f***ing National Guard after us.

Jake makes a lot of sense.

We'd be out of business sure as hell.

I'm with you when it comes

to hitting those bastards.

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?

He was a ticking bomb.

If one more of us f***ed 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 f***ing 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?

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