Lucky Luciano Page #6

It's only that bastard who

puts these things in your head!

And yet he was right about the Canapa

brothers and we caught them red-handed.

And soon we'll get also

those who are in Spain.

And before long,

you too will remain in the net.

It's all a hoax of Charley Siragusa.

The Canapa brothers..

Were arrested three months prior.

But the judge in Rome..

Freed them.

I had nothing to do with it.

But your partner, Antonino Sorci, did.

We have documents.

They created a financial company together,

in Rome.

Proof, you need proof! You need

a notary to form a company in Italy.

We found that notary.

The same one you used in Palermo

to buy the Orleans park,

together with Sorci and Mancino.

Is it a crime now to buy a little land?

More than 160,000 square meters!

And all building land..

With the permits of the City of Palermo.

If the City of Palermo gives permits,

it means it's legal.

Also the university was one of the buyers.

As well as a few

Christian Democrat politicians.

Things have changed, Lucky.

If you still hope in political backings,

you're gravely mistaken.

What politics?

Here, I don't even know

the chief of the traffic cops.

In America, I did politics.

But face to face with President Roosevelt!

Never mind Roosevelt..

And let's return to your friend..

Pasquale Eboli, eh?

"Eboli in New York owned

a barbershop with his brother

and some other business,

of which now I can't recall the kind. "

Do you remember what

kind of business it was?

"Pasquale Eboli told me of

a factory producing formica

and wanted to set up

a chain of stores in Italian cities.

While Gigi Lombardi spoke of setting

up a club in Rome with the Lo Marco's

who had returned from Miami with

the earnings of their business..

Of which, right now,

I can't recall the kind. "

Let me see if I can help you out. Eh?

Could it be like that factory you set up

in Palermo in '46 with your pal Vizzini,

"Don Calb", dismantled in one night

and vanished with 3 tons of comfits?

Or maybe canned sardines?

Like that of Nick Gentile, eh?

Or a cheese factory?

Like with Carlos Marcello in Tunis?

Or like the tomatoes for the Mama Mia

company of Joseph Profaci in New York?

Or maybe a factory for bouillon cubes?

Vegetable bouillon for export.

Like the one of Frank Coppola in Pomezia.

From there were shipped to Sicily

crates crammed with heroin.

You think I'm stupid, Lucky Luciano'?

We've arrested 40 people

here and in America.

We caught them with both money and drugs.

All of your friends!

Only three escaped to Spain,

because American justice let them out

on bail. A fine system that country has!

And since then you receive calls

or telegrams from Spain everyday,

from Madrid or Barcelona!

And then they meet you, "by chance",

at the races or in restaurants, to talk

about fonnica, dancing halls or horses..

What is it? Hey!

What's with you? You feel sick?

You want a coffee?

I don't drink coffee.

I don't smoke anymore.

Give me a glass of water, please.

Get him a glass of water.

Some old scars from your friends, eh?

No, not from friends.

From "cops".

The New York policemen.

Anyway, it's not the scars.

I've plefY-

I've had two heart attacks.

Can I go to the toilet?

I'll go with you.

Once, in America,

you gave a certain address..

And police found a case of heroin.

That time I told what I knew.

Today I know nothing.

You can talk to me.

I have my own ideas about you.

And they're a little

different than Siragusa's.

It'd be worth it to you.

It'd be worth it to you.

And your career.

To you..

To Asslinger, Siragusa,

the Generals, the police chief..

And it's worth it to the politicians.

To distract the people..

Who know nothing,

and will never understand anything!

Politics, when it suits,

also uses the criminals and, as you say,

the mafiosi!

Sorry, but I can't be of use.

Make him sign it and then take him

to the airport to pick up that American.

And then, do we arrest them both?

- If you find drugs.

If not, seize the script

and send it to Siragusa.

Ah, finally! You're something else now!

You seemed dead before.

Look at yourself.

Stand back!

Who're you?

- Police.

Get a doctor!

So what do I do?

You keep on chasing Luciano..

And Dewey will keep on chasing us..

And Kefauver will chase after Dewey.

And when all of this

running around is over,

everyone will find himself back at the same

place, and everything will be as ever.

Ah, Charlie, Charlie!

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