Lucky Luciano Page #4

but I'm giving it to you.

You must trust me!

Go on, tear it up!

You're supposed to give it to Siragusa?

That's what you'll do.

Want a lift?

Everything okay, after you left me

rotting there for a year!

Come here, I have to talk to you.

I got you out without trial.

Ajudge would've locked you up.

Were it for you, I could've died in there.

You could've got me out anytime.

You got to get one thing in your head:

It's the Italian police that nailed you.

They don't take orders

from an American cop.

I had to invent a story to get you out.

- Who the f*** invented one to get me in?

Not my fault. I warned you

not to mess with phony money.

And who told the border oops?

Maybe one of your friends.

Maybe it was Lucky Luciano!

No, no, Lucky wouldn't talk.

He's a man, he's not.. a snitch.

And what the f*** are you? You're not

a cop, nor a man. You're just a snitch!

Okay, I'm not a cop, I'm a snitch,

f*** off and leave me alone!

You want this passport'?

You got to earn it. - How?

Take a trip to New York,

with all expenses paid.

New York?

- That's right.

What for'?

To testify at a big case.

We need your evidence.

No!

No, no, no, no.

You stop the car! I get out here.

Use your head, Gene.

If you stay here without a passport,

they'll throw you out as an undesirable.

But in New York they'll kill me!

I've trying to save your ass,

but you talk too much.

How could I talk?

I've been in jail for a year.

You've a bad habit of writing letters.

- The only ones I wrote were to you.

What did you do with them?

- I got them.

But I told you not to trust that countess.

I know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to scare me,

to keep me on a string.

I'm not going to New York.

I'm going to stay here in Italy.

And I say you're not going to stay here.

I know a lot about you,

and it's better for you if I don't tell.

Here's your passport and

ticket for New York.

The plane leaves in an hour.

You'll be on it.

I don't know who's a bigger sh*t,

you or Luciano.

In early September of 1952,

Gene Giannini was back

from a trip to Italy,

where he did ten months in jail.

Tony Bender sent for me

for the biggest contract

I ever got from Cosa Nostra.

He took me out to dinner at Rocco's

on Thompson Street in Greenwich Village.

We chatted for a few minutes

and then he told me that..

Gene's been talking

to the Narcotics Bureau.

Vito Genovese got the word

straight from Lucky Luciano.

Lucky said that Giannini has been

talking to Narcotics for years..

And that he needs to be liquidated.

Him and anybody with him.

I telephoned Gene and told him

to meet at a bar, the Casbah.

I made up an excuse

that he owed me some money.

I went to meet him

and I took Joe Pagano with me.

He was new, Gene wouldn't have

known him. But a genius with a gun.

Giannini said he was broke

and that he couldn't pay me.

Skip it, I said. Let's just have some fun.

I had a girl come from the bar.

We had some drinks together then

I went out and left him with the gin.

The next night I took Pagano

and some of the boys

to see the gambling joint

where Giannini worked.

I told them the plan.

One of the boys would wait in

the car by the sidewalk a block away.

The other two would wait by the door.

I gave the order to throw

their guns in the East River.

I got in touch with Bender

and told him to tell Genovese,

Gene Giannini wouldn't pester him

more with the Narcotics Bureau.

Lucky Luciano could rest easy.

Want to bet with me?

Thanks, but I prefer to bet alone.

Don't move!

What the hell are you doing?

- Just one word.

I'll tell you what Lucky Luciano is

doing at the racecourse in Naples.

That's his office, you understand?

He controls the drug racket from there.

Lucky is the brain of the organization.

Like a king sitting on his throne

The big deal connections from New York

contact him at the races in Naples.

He then introduces them

to the Sicilian mobsters,

and the Corsican suppliers.

But he's never there when

a delivery is made.

He waits until later.

He gets his cut from both

the buyers and suppliers.

The money's deposited

in a bank in Switzerland,

in Luciands account.

Alright, Charlie.

But then what was that slap about?

Nothing! It has nothing to do with

heroin trafficking or contraband.

That was just some dumb guappo

showing off at Luciano's expense,

that's all.

International organization,

drugs, killers..

This we already know.

But the evidence is different.

This man never leaves Naples.

He goes out in the morning, walks

his dog, then plays a few races..

.. Now, after what you said, we'll try

to make the races off limits..

He's nice to everybody..

He gives to charity, is liked by shrewd

reporters, and even by some policemen.

And when I mentioned his past to a police

chief, I happened to get this reply:

"Yes, yes, we know that

he was sentenced for.."

"instigation to prostitution.

But what kind of crime would that be?"

"if a woman prostitutes herself,

she's a whore. "

"And we can't arrest a man

for a crime from 20 years ago. "

"But if he commits a crime in Italy... "

- Sure, but..

If he's really the brain, he's certainly

an exceptional man. One thing is sure:

After Luciano's return to Italy,

the mafia controlled all the drug traffic.

Which represents a revenue of

hundreds of millions of dollars

But then why we're not able

to arrest Lucky Luciano?

The answer is easy.

He takes no unnecessary risks.

He isolates himself.

So the police can never

catch him with the stuff.

He can sniff suspect types from a mile off.

That bastard Sicilian personifies the power

and the ability to corrupt of the Mafia.

But there are millions of honest Sicilians,

who have to pay for his sins.

That's why I hate the mafia.

That's why I won't give

Lucky Luciano a moment's peace!

From the files of a special parliamentary

commission on the mafia in Sicily.

In October 1957,

in the city of Palermo,

a series of high level meetings took place

between American and Sicilian mafiosi.

The presiding chairman was Lucky Luciano.

The purpose of the convention

was to enhance Sicily

as a transit area for drug trafficking

directed to North America.

Giuseppe Bonanno,

alias Joe Banana, born in Sicily,

American citizen,

head of the New York syndicate,

has come to Palermo to sign an agreement

between Cosa Nostra and the Sicilian mob.

And also to set the groundwork

for the Mafia reunion

which would take place a month later

in the Appalachian mountains in New York.

The Sicilian boss, Giuseppe Genco Russo,

participated in the convention at Palermo,

to guarantee compliance with the pacts

and order in the ranks of

the island's traffickers.

9 years later, 17 suspected mafia bosses

appeared in front of a judge accused

of forming a criminal association,

But only 5 were convicted:

Cami/lo Garante,

Giuseppe Scandariato,

Giuseppe Genco Russo,

John Bonventri,

Joe Banana.

A hundred years of good health!

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