Gangster Land Page #5

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Florida orange juice in it.

- Oh my god, I think i

can get used to this.

- I appreciate you

taking care of things.

- Don't mention it.

I gotta talk to you

about something, come on.

Sit down, Jack.

- I want them, al.

- Easy, Jack.

You gotta play this smart.

You can't just go into the

flower shop and start blastin'.

- I know.

I just want to get your

blessing before I go back.

- What's your play?

- Abe Bernstein.

He still runnin'

truckloads of whiskey?

- That old bastard?

Been sellin' hootch

to me, moran,

everyone and his f***in' mother.

- And he still owes

you for operating

without interference, right?

- Go on.

- Here's how we do this.

- Yeah.

Boychick, how are you?

- Abe berstein, you old kike.

Are you still alive?

- I'll dance on your

grave, you Irish potato eater.

- What's on your mind, Abe?

- Well, you may have

heard, but our old

friend 'Mr. brown'

is down in Miami.

But, with him gone, some of

his boys got a little careless.

And one of my guys

pinched one of his trucks.

The good stuff,

Canadian whiskey.

I can let you have it

for fifty bucks a case.

- Yeah, well, like I always say,

any liquor of that fat

beast is liquor of mine.

When can you deliver it?

- How's tomorrow morning?

- Perfect.

You know where my warehouse is?

- 2120 north Clark.

- Have them drop

it off at 10 A.M.

I'll be there.

- Mazel and brocha.

How's that?

- Couldn't have been better.

- Give my regards to al.

- Right on time.

This is for Abe.

- Thanks, I'm gonna

go grab a bite to eat.

I'll be back when

you're done unloading.

- You wanna give me

a hand with these?

- F*** that, Frankie.

We're on time, the other guys

are late, let them unload it.

- Aw, what the hell is this?

- You got me, boss.

Maybe an accident?

- Well, cut down one

of the side streets.

We're late for the

shipment as it is.

Go on, go around them, come on.

- Isn't that moran?

- Can't see his face real good.

I mean, but, yeah,

it's gotta be.

- Yeah?

We're on our way.

Let's go.

- So, what have we got?

- You got fifty cases, about

a dozen bottles per case.

Once you water it down, you

guys are about fifty grand.

- Considerin' we paid Abe a

fourth of that, not too bad.

- Who said the Jews

were good with money?

- Brought

her home, you know,

slapped her around a

little bit, she likes that.

- Alright, everybody,

grab a piece of that wall!

- What?

- You heard him, move!

- You boys new to the force?

You don't know how this works?

- We know how this

works, hit the wall.

- If you're lookin'

for a payoff,

we already paid up this month.

But I'll tell you

what, we'll let each

of you grab a bottle

on the way out.

- Shut your mouth

and face the wall.

- If this is a beef

about concealed weapons,

our lawyers will get that

beat with one phone call.

- You think we should

give you a phone call?

That's funny, you never

let me finish mine.

Where's moran?

Where the f*** is moran?

They said he was here!

- Wait, wait, wait.

Coppers.

What the hell do they want?

- A bust?

- Nah, probably just

looking for a payoff.

Mcgurn, what the hell

is he doing here?

- Boss, we gotta go.

Boss, we gotta go!

You want us to go after mcgurn?

- No, just drive.

- You know, up till

now the people of

Chicago have looked

on these gangland

killings almost

like entertainment.

A little radio

drama in the morning

they can listen to

over their corn flakes.

But this is sick.

- I think this might actually

be a good thing for us.

- Good, how?

- One of the dead men

was just a mechanic,

another was an

optician who just liked

to pal around with tough guys.

If men like these can be

lined up and gunned down,

then your average person is

going to feel no one is safe.

The public's finally

going to demand

that these men be taken down.

- But how does that

help us do our job?

We can never get

witnesses to come forward.

We can't make arrests stick.

- Which is why Mr.

hoover has decided

to go after Capone on tax fraud.

- Doesn't matter what

the charges are when half

the damn cops in the city

are on Capone's payroll.

- Our bureau is going

to drag Mr. Capone

into court on federal

charges, detective.

In the meantime,

i suggest you and

your men round up

the rest of these

criminals on whatever

charges you can think up.

Now, if you gentlemen don't

mind, we'd like some privacy.

- Do you believe the

way that o'Connor

was kissing that g-man's ass?

I mean, it was like.

- You know what?

You can play the fool

with everybody else,

but your bullshit

doesn't fly with me.

Where's mcgurn?

- Get your f***in'--

- maybe you have not noticed,

I'm not part of your

little boys club.

I don't play by those

rules or those fake codes.

I'm gonna ask you one more

time, detective, once.

Where's mcgurn?

- Chicago's so

cold in the winter.

When are we gonna

go to Florida again?

- I already told ya.

I'll give al a call,

we'll see what happens.

Who's that?

- I ordered room service.

- Again?

What d'ya got, a hollow leg?

- Ha,ha.

- I'm taking you in, kid.

- What for?

- You're under

arrest for suspicion

of murder in the

Valentine's day massacre.

- He was here with

me the whole time!

- Alright, you tell that

to the judge, sweetheart.

We're going to bring

you in as well.

- What's the charge?

- Taking a woman across state

lines for immoral purposes.

That good enough?

- You both conspired to

violate the mann act.

- You f***ed up, Jack.

You f***ed up.

- Take a seat, Jack.

Did you rat me out, Jack?

- What kind of question is that?

- It's a pretty

f***ing good question.

- After everything

I've done for you.

You're gonna ask

me that question?

- Who brought you up, Jack?

- You may have started me,

but I earned my way up.

- Yeah, but I can f***in' take

it away from you, can't I?

The word is that the

cops and the feds,

they're pretty embarrassed by

your court appearance today.

And they're gonna keep coming

after you any way they can.

So until things blow over,

i need to ask you a favor.

- Yeah, what's that?

- I need you to lay low.

I need you to move

out to the suburbs.

Be in charge of collecting.

- Al, come on.

You want me to be a

bag man in the 'burbs?

- It's just for a little while.

- It's a death sentence.

- Al, we need you out

here, it's important.

- Yeah, I'm coming.

Listen, Jack, thanks

for understanding.

You'll be back here in no time.

- Alphonse Capone, you

have been found guilty

of violation of federal tax law

for the years 1925 through 1929.

You will be confined to

a federal penitentiary--

- what?

- For not less than 10 years.

- You can't do this!

Who the f*** do

you think you are?

- Please escort Mr. Capone

out of the court room.

- Do you know who I am?

Do you f***in' know who I am!

I'm f***in' al Capone!

You f***in' better remember me!

- You didn't like your

Valentine's dinner I made?

- Yeah, baby, it was great.

I was just thinking

back when I was a kid.

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