Lucky Luciano Page #3

Alone with my candy factory

in Palermo, I've lost $10,000.

How do you manage to live?

You spend lots of money,

at the racetrack you bet enormous sums.

I already explained this to

the Department of Finance.

I received a little help from

my friends in New York.

Even my car is a gift from them.

I'm not a rich man!

What about your living standard

expenses, the bodyguards?

What bodyguards? The police don't

lose sight of me for a minute!

Of course! You move around a lot:

Rome, Milan.

They even gave you a passport!

- You go abroad! - Excuse me!

I'm a free man.

The American government

has pardoned me.

Anyway, when I go to Capri,

there's the head of Interpol.

He looks after my security.

- Why, you mean that someone like you,

like Lucky Luciano, in America

would be left on the loose?

I can return to America head high!

And there I must return!

And for when I'll die..

I already bought my

family vault in Brooklyn.

Come in, sit down.

Sit.

And where the hell can I sit?

The trouble with you is

you're a cop and an a**hole!

You should be like me: travel, hotels,

women. Just look at this ring!

You know what to do with it?

- What? - Stick it up your ass.

You like ass, don't you?

You see this?

This is Countess' ass.

You ever f***ed a Countess?

Countesses in Italy are a dime a dozen.

And I don't care for whores.

Whore! '?

And take off your hat before a lady!

You know what?

What?

- Go f*** yourself!

What a vixen!

- The nuns taught her well!

Where'd you find that slut?

She may be a slut but she's a great f***!

You know something, Charlie? I like you.

You and I..

Should go into business.

I'll get you started and afterward

I promise, you'll be thankful.

Good, so I can end up like you:

in prison or in a gutter full of holes.

No, that won't happen to me.

Of course not,

because we're protecting you.

But you better watch your step.

We know that you're a drug mule.

We know the scum you're connected to.

Sure.

Why, how do you think I should get

information for you? Cheers.

In the meantime, you're working

your own deals and give us crumbs.

Better than nothing, right?

Giannini, the info you give us on Turks

and Arabs is crap we already know.

But when I ask you about Luciano

you choke up. You sh*t your pants.

Who shits his pants?

Who scares me is yet to come!

Who told you about Luciano's

$50,000 in Naples? Me!

Yeah, so he paid a $4000 fine,

and left the courtroom laughing. Nice job!

Is that my fault?

Listen, leave me alone.

Let me do my thing in Italy and France,

and I'll show you who's Giannini!

You listen to me, now.

Keep on dealing penicillin, I don't

give a damn, the Italians need it.

But for counterfeit money you'll go in.

I can't help you, Italy lives on tourism.

Yeah.. - One final thing!

- What?

Don't forget what we want from you.

- What? - Lucky Luciano!

They're here.

F*** you, Lucky!

Mr. Luciano, the Countess.

Igea, Mr. Giannini.

- A pleasure.

Want to rest up'?

One moment! Take this to my room.

After you. - I'll bring the camera.

I'll take some great pictures!

I'll drive, you've forgotten

the streets of Naples.

Mama mia, how much

trash you got in Naples!

Lucky, should we organize here too

a garbage racket like in New York?

Do you remember Tony Strollo?

This town stinks. How can you live here?

You know what you should do?

You should come with me,

we'll go to Paris or the Riviera.

I talked to my friends in Marseille.

What about the penicillin deal, yes or no?

Come see this!

You see what it is?

It looks like mine!

It's showing the short

way to the bordello.

Whorehouse'?

- Yes, wanna see it'?

Always!

- This way, it's the short way.

This the lupanare, an ancient bordello,

the oldest trade in the world.

The Romans were smart.

As Pompei was a cosmopolitan city,

not everyone could speak Latin.

Many visitors weren't able to ask

for what they wanted, therefore,

in every room, there was a fresco

exhibiting the different postures of love.

The first three positions you

see are the normal ones.

This one:
the woman on top of the man.

- The "candle snuffer".

The second, a bit curious,

the Spanish position.

How do you do the Spanish position?

The woman with a leg

over the man's shoulder.

The third is very different.

The woman is in front, the man behind:

dog fashion.

Notice, up front, there was the maitresse,

making the relatives "tickets".

And two figures,

which I won't comment on.

The first, 69.

- Hey, 69! I never heard of that!

And the second, "against nature".

Fags! Fags!

In English, sodomy. - Sodomy! Sodomy!

You can see it with your eyes.

The last one is on the left

and the most unusual of all.

Hey, he has two?

How come?

What can I say? We weren't there.

Maybe he used one for the day

and the other for night.

Lucky him! He fixed his problems!

Observe this beautiful peristyle

surrounded by a portico,

which sewed as a convenient

promenade on rainy days,

and to give light to surrounding rooms.

It was here that the master of the house

used to take his afternoon siesta.

How long was the siesta?

Two, three or four hours..

Or something like that.

The slaves took care of the house chores,

while the master slept. - How many slaves?

About 20.

- 20!

F***, what a life!

You think you would've been a master'?

And now, continuing along the alley,

turning to the right at the end,

we'll visit another beautiful room

with erotic frescoes..

Lucky!

What about Marseille?

Have you decided?

You know I don't like to travel.

Even in America,

I didn't move around much.

Except to go to Florida

in the winter for vacation.

Always known places.

Here too, always in Naples.

Sometimes in Sicily.

With my people.

Or Milan.

For horseracing.

A lot of money can be made in Marseille.

My friends usually visit me for pleasure.

Not to do a job.

But for the tourism.

I'm sorry, Mr. Giannini,

but there's a warrant for your arrest.

Is this a joke?

- No.

It's a very specific charge.

Contraband.

- What?

Counterfeit money.

Counterfeit money?

You can't arrest me,

I'm an American citizen.

This is Italy.

You can call later!

Sit down, please.

I said sit down.

"I've been rotting for 3 months in jail,

not even a window, just an iron grate. "

"No air and no light.

The heat and mosquitoes eat me alive. "

"We're six in here, and we must all

go to the toilet in the same place. "

"it's a cesspool, here, night and day. "

"There's no room to move and

we can't even sleep in peace"

"because one must stay

awake to keep off the rats,"

"which are starved

and big enough to attack us. "

"The bedbugs are as big as cockroaches. "

"I must pay to have a little water

and some straw to lie on. "

"It cost me $50 just

to send you this letter. "

"Yours truly, etc., etc. "

Here in Italy, you're born in poverty.

Here, another letter from Gene.

This one's about you.

About Joe Picci and Frank Calace.

This letter can ruin you.

I'm supposed to give it to Siragusa,

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