Gangster Land Page #3

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Go, go, go!

- Johnny

torrio, I am sentencing you

to nine months in

the lake county jail.

- Request that my client have 48

hours to put his

affairs in order?

- Granted.

- So you're saying you

have no idea who did this?

Boys, we're trying

to help you out here.

We're trying to

give you a break,

we know this wasn't a robbery.

- You know how this

city got its name?

The Indians.

When they came here

there was nothin',

except for swamp, cabbage weeds.

They called it 'chi-ca-gou',

which means 'bad smell'.

See, no matter how hard you

boys try to clean it up,

this place will

always be rotten.

- Well, we're gonna keep tryin'.

So, uh, if you can

think of anything

you just give us a

call, here's our card.

Alright, there you go.

- Those motherfuckers.

Those greasy wop motherfuckers!

Right here in his own shop!

They kill a man while

he's selling flowers

for Mike merlo's funeral.

One of their kind!

They want a war?

Well, they just got one!

- If you elect me as your mayor

I vow that I will put an

end to these criminal gangs

that have been taking

over our fair city.

- Great, this is

exactly what we need.

- I will shut down

these speakeasys

and gambling parlors

and brothels.

- This guy's a schmuck.

- And

i will put an end.

- I hate this

neighborhood, John.

- I know.

- You promised we would move.

- We will, we will.

- I want a bigger

house when we do.

- Look, it's only

nine months, alright?

I'll be back before you know it.

- I want to go back

to the old country.

- We'll talk about that later.

- So long, Johnny.

- Boss, we gotta go!

- Papers, papers!

Get all your papers!

Papers!

Get your papers!

- I don't how, but he survived.

He's resting in his bed.

- I wanna talk to him.

- All right.

- Johnny.

- I, uh,

I guess I'm not as quick on

my feet as I used to be, huh?

I got careless.

- No, no, you didn't.

Don't worry about it, doctor

says you're gonna be fine.

In a couple of weeks

when you get out,

I'm gonna go track

those Irish fucks down.

- No.

No.

Al, come here.

Come here.

- What did he whisper to you?

- He just made me the boss

of the whole south side.

So, it looks like I'm gonna

need a first lieutenant.

How about it, Jackie?

- Anything you need, al.

Chicago's gangland

violence continues to soar--

- since the first of

this year there's been

27 gangland killings,

and not one conviction.

- Any witness to come forward

would be number 28, that's why.

- Now this bloody

rivalry has gotten

to the point where

someone's going to talk.

Sooner or later,

someone will talk.

- You want to stop the killings,

you gotta end prohibition.

- Now, that's up to

congress, isn't it?

But in the meantime,

we'll enforce

the laws that are on the books.

Okay, boys, get to it.

- I bet you mugs were wondering

why I brought you down here.

Who wants to take it for a roll?

The pony inn.

Bugs moran's good

pals, the o'donnels.

- Get 'em up,

everybody hands up!

Hands up!

Get your hands up!

Don't even move

a f***in' muscle!

- Come on!

Jack, come on!

- It's Capone's work.

Christ, my boys were

entertaining the

state's attorney

tonight, he's dead.

The feds'll be on us, now.

I don't imagine Capone's

gang's gonna stop.

And they'll be comin'

for your clubs next.

- Oh, hell no.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

If Capone wants to

play with the big toys

we'll just have to

join in on the fun.

- You better come grab some of

this before I finish it all.

Daddy?

I said come and join me.

What's wrong?

- Nothin'.

- You haven't been

yourself since last night.

- Before I used to get in

the ring I used to say,

"I'm gonna murder that bum."

I didn't really meant it.

It was just a sayin', you know?

- Sure.

- And then you, actually,

and you go and you do it.

- Hey, hey, these guys

are comin' after you.

You gotta defend yourself,

there's nothin' wrong with that.

I bet I know what would

make you feel better.

- Yeah, well, I gotta get

to the meeting with al.

- Well, then,

you can do something

to make me feel better.

- Oh, yeah?

What's that?

- Get him to make me a

dancer at the four deuces.

- A dancer?

- Yeah, you know

how good I dance.

- I don't want you

bein' no dancer.

- No?

I thought you liked

the way I dance.

- Yeah, I like

the way you dance.

But I don't want you dancin'

for no other guys, though.

- No?

- Okay, I need to

get to the meeting.

- I think you're gonna be late.

Are you gonna make me a dancer?

- I swear to god,

that son of a b*tch,

he cost me 10 dollars, al!

I could have cut

his freakin' throat!

- Why didn't you?

- The guy was f***in' my

sister, what am I gonna do, huh?

It'd break her heart, I mean.

- I f***ed her a

time or two myself.

- Hey, watch it!

What the f***?

That's my sister

you're talking about!

- Yeah, she's a

nice piece of ass.

- You know, you better

watch your freakin' mouth.

- Jack, nice of you to stop by.

- My apologies, al.

I was, uh--

- gettin' a blow

job from your lady?

It's the only excuse I accept.

So after our little

outing last night,

the cops raided our casinos.

I guess we hit a nerve.

- Everybody down!

- F***!

- I'm out.

- Did you throw in?

- I threw in, you're the

one that didn't throw in.

- I threw in!

Bones, stop food

dropping me, alright?

I know your little routine

that you're pulling over here.

- That's

bullshit, bullshit.

- Alright, keep your

eyes on your cards.

- I got my cards.

- What do you got?

- Lookin' good, ladies.

Take a walk.

I want to talk to Jack.

Listen, I never had a chance

to thank you for the restaurant.

- There's no need.

- Yeah, yeah, there is.

If it wasn't for you, i

wouldn't be here right now.

So, I wanted to repay the favor.

- What's this?

- I'm a man of my word.

Sorry it took me so long.

- Baldelli, tropea, bascone.

- It's the three men that

killed your father, Jackie.

- Tropea.

Bascone!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- You're kiddin'?

- No, nickel and dime

in each of their hands.

Death by machine gun fire.

- So, same m.O., and they

all work for the gennas?

- Yep.

- Our lucky day.

- I told my client

he was under no

obligation to appear before you.

- But I heard you had

some questions for me,

so I thought it was my

civic duty to pop in.

- Oh, wasn't that nice of you.

Let me ask you something.

Um, orazio tropea,

vito bascone.

Is that right?

Ecola baldelli.

You know those

paisans, by any chance?

Yeah, because they were all

machine gunned down

here last week.

- Hmm, that's tragic.

- So, you're denying

any responsibility?

- Absolutely.

I didn't shoot those men.

- Bugs moran's right

hand man hymie weiss,

he was machine gunned down, too,

right outside the holy

name cathedral, no less.

- That's terrible.

But I run a used

furniture business.

I don't know about such things.

- Okay.

- I do from time to time

provide liquid refreshments,

but you guys should know this.

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