Capone Page #6

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Guilty? What about?

About how you got all this?

Oh, you think that Rockefeller guy

feels guilty?

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.

Lucky for you. Because if you didn't,

I'd have to have you knocked off.

Come on, I made a 9:00 reservation.

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.

Now, be a good girl.

Be a good girl, huh?

You're a good girl.

- Come here.

- No. Come on.

- Come here.

- Take me out to dinner.

- I want a French dinner.

- You're gonna get a French dinner.

Now.

Come on, move it.

Let's get out of here.

Iris?

Iris?

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?

- Not me.

Smart fellas like you,

I'm gonna keep a clear head.

Al, you're among friends.

Mr. Capone, we're concerned with

the recent wave of gang killings...

...culminating last week in the death

of the young Crawford woman.

We're aware that 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 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.

Talk to the guys on the North Side,

then 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.

You sure you ain't

forgot something, Tony?

Like, maybe my f***ing underwear?

Your income will still be enormous,

Mr. Capone.

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.

I got enough on every bastard in this

room to put you behind bars.

Good night, gentlemen.

The hell of it is...

...that guinea son of a b*tch is right.

Try it over again.

Hey, what the hell is this?

- Come on, get those hands up.

- Wait till Moran hears about this.

Turn around. Faces against the wall.

One phone call to the captain

and your ass is 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 the president.

Al doesn't go out

without six bodyguards.

- I'm talking about sending him up.

- Prison?

With what he knows, he could take

half the politicians with him.

Suppose somebody outside

the state nails him?

He'd shoot his mouth off

for the hell of it.

Not if he thinks he'll get

two or 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. The killings...

- Finished.

No bullets, no bombs, no bodies.

I guarantee it.

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?

Instead of trying to put me away...

...for running a business,

they ought to be...

...getting rid of the Reds

and Bolsheviks...

...who are trying to take us over.

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 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.

To me, grand opera is the berries.

Mr. Capone?

The defendant will rise.

It is the judgment of this court

that the defendant...

...guilty of 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.

- 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.

Hey, Al. You all right, Al?

Al, you all right?

Frank. Frank.

Charlie.

I didn't expect you so soon.

Charlie, shake hands with Tony Amatto,

my right-hand man.

Tony, been hearing

some great things about you.

Come on in. Come on in.

Charlie, Charlie. I'm real proud.

How's your health, Charlie?

Not bad. It's great living out here.

I put on a little weight, though.

Where is everybody?

They're in Miami for the day.

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.

Al.

- FBI, eh?

- AI, it's Frank.

It's about time you guys showed up.

All the letters I write to Hoover,

what do I get back?

A big horse laugh.

Tell Hoover all those banks

being stuck up...

...decent people being kidnapped...

...it's the Bolsheviks,

trying to take over the country.

You tell him that.

I'll tell him, Al.

F***ing 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.

He was so busy pumping bullets

in the guy across the street...

...that he forgot something.

The same thing Johnny Torrio forgot.

That the guy

you really gotta watch out for...

...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.

It's kind of hot.

Why don't you take your jacket off.

You're liable to catch a cold.

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