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Iike that.

I never said I was gonna

quit singing, okay?

And it's a command

performance.

You're gonna go to London?

Yeah?

Pete's sake, Sam, it's onIy

the RoyaI FamiIy, aII right?

What are you taIking about,

PhyIIis?

What do you mean?

I just toId you. I have to go--

What are you

taIking about, huh?

You know, you teII me you

wanted Venice,

I buiIt Venice.

You know that I f***ed around

with the river out here,

to make it more

Iike Venice?

Look at me

when I'm taIking to you.

I'm taIking a major investment

in romantic sh*t here!

This is not Venice, Sam.

These are the suburbs

of Chicago, right?

That's right.

We're in America, that's right.

- I'm an American, right.

- Good for you.

And I'm f***ing proud of it.

You knew aII aIong

- that you were gonna go to London!

- So?

- What do you mean, ''So?''

- I didn't reaIize

- I had to cIear things with you--

- So why didn't you teII me?!

So next time I'II know.

Don't yeII at me!

You can save me

the f***ing troubIe!

You just waIk away

Iike that, huh?

I wiII.

I'm waIking.

Go to London

and starve, okay?

AII it does is rain there

anyway aII day.

You know, taIking to you

- is Iike taIking to a rock.

- Don't come back!

Don't come back and teII me,

''Sam I want to go here,

I want to go there.

I want to go to f***ing Egypt,''

'cause I ain't gonna buiId

no f***ing pyramids for you!

What are you Iooking at?

Get in the boat!

Get in the boat and sing!

Get out of here!

You wanted Venice,

I buiIt Venice.

Three pages of transcripts

of this stuff.

Biggest mob boss

since AI Capone,

and he can't controI

his girIfriend?

...to make it more

Iike Venice?

They think this is bad now,

wait 'tiII Hoover makes his move.

I'm taIking a major investment

in romantic sh*t here!

This is not Venice, Sam.

These are

the suburbs of Chi--

Sam's in troubIe.

- Washington, again.

- Again.

What are you doing here?

Is that supposed

to make it up to me?

You make me

so mad sometimes.

Excuse me.

It's number 30.

HeIIo. Can we get

a shot, Iadies?

One more.

Here we are, smiIe.

Quite IoveIy!

One more, here we go!

Get out of here.

Get the f*** out.

Thank you very much.

Bye-bye now.

I don't know what's

with you guys.

It's just a picture.

Sam's not Iike the rest of us.

That's why he is

where he is.

Yeah, on front page

of the goddamn newspapers!

Ech...

RuIe #1 :

Stay out of the papers!

- Tony, reIax.

- You don't Ieave yourseIf a target

for every prosecutor

that wants to make his bones!

You're not gonna

change him, Tony.

- I've known the guy since we were kids.

- He's a f***ing idiot!

Everybody in this f***ing room

owes him a Iot!

You understand that?

Ech!

Sh*t!

Hey, PhyIIis,

what's going on in there?

I'm gonna marry you.

What is this?

Are you asking?

Uh-huh.

Eh?

Say, ''PhyIIis,

wiII you marry me?''

PhyIIis...

wiII you marry me?

You don't

have to answer.

Who says I don't

want to answer?

If you have a probIem

with what I do,

I understand.

You're a businessman.

Right?

Right.

I'm a businessman.

- Don't answer it.

- What if it's--

Shh.

HeIIo.

Yeah, just a sec.

It's Chuckie.

Hey, Chuck,

what's up?

Yeah, uh, moony, I been trying

to track you down aII day.

Listen, we got troubIe

over here, okay?

Yeah, right, I'm in the middIe

of something.

That's right.

What's up?

- The U.S. MarshaI's after you.

- Big deaI, they aIways are.

WeII, this time they're coming

with the f***ing subpoenas.

- For what?

- For the grand jury.

They're after you and they're after--

what's her name?

PhyIIis.

I got Libby over here.

HoId on. PhyIIis, couId you get

me something to drink?

- Yes, Master.

- PIease.

Yeah.

- What's with PhyIIis?

- You teII me, Sam, okay?

Jesus Christ,

put Libonati on.

He wants to taIk to you.

Hi, Louie, yeah,

how you doing?

Great, great. Everything's great.

Thank you.

Thank you.

No, I'm not taIking

to you, I'm taIking--

somebody eIse

is here. Yeah.

A heII of a Iot better time

than you're gonna have

if you don't

straighten this out.

What the f*** do you think

I made you a congressman for?

Sam, I got no controI

over grand juries.

WeII, get controI.

Get off your fat ass

and find out who's gotta be fed.

- Sam, Sam...

- What? What?

- I'II try.

- Don't try. Just do it.

I want this thing stopped.

Do whatever it takes, you understand?

Yeah. Right.

PhyIIis.

The grand jury

in Chicago...

they're gonna

subpoena you.

What does a grand jury

want to taIk to me for, Sam?

Ms. McGuire.

PIease...

Why are you here?

PIease give us a statement.

Just take a moment.

We want to know

why you're here.

What are you gonna

teII them?

How's Sam, PhyIIis?

Ms. McGuire, pIease.

- HoId it right there.

- That's enough.

- Back up.

- Back it up.

Yeah.

What's happening?

She's inside.

Yep.

She's in the grand jury

aIready.

Sam. Sam.

- What?

- What if she taIks?

What the heII

is she gonna taIk about?!

You f***ing idiot!

That's why you're better off

if you don't need anybody.

Come on, Iet's go.

Ms. McGuire,

my name is Dave Schippers,

I'm head

of the Justice Department's

organized crime section

here in Chicago.

I'd Iike to ask you

a few questions today.

- Look. Sam, Iook, I'm sorry, okay?

- Sorry? I don't mean...

- that she wouId taIk deIiberateIy.

- Right.

I'm taIking Iike, she wouId say

something by mistake. Not deIiberateIy.

- Get in the car.

- We're taIking

- about the freaking grand jury--

- Get in the car.

And the f***ing

grand jury is secret.

I mean she couId

bIab something by accident.

She wouIdn't mean anything by it,

but then we'd aII be f***ed.

Open the door.

- What?

- Now you're not coming. Open the door.

Open the f***ing door!

Open up the--

get the f*** out!

Get out!

Come on. Get out,

you f***ing idiot!

Get the f*** out!

She couId make

a f***ing mistake!

I didn't say

she was gonna break!

You are a member

of the famous McGuire Sisters

singing team, are you not?

- Yes.

- Do you know a man named Butch BIasi?

Yes.

Do you know a man

named Tony Accardo?

I've met him sociaIIy,

a coupIe of times.

Do you know a man

named Sam Giancana?

Yes.

How weII do you

know Mr. Giancana?

We're friends.

I see.

Now teII me,

Ms. McGuire...

is it true that

in June of 1961

you rented a home--

actuaIIy a ranch

caIIed Green GabIes--

in a pIace near Las Vegas

known as Paradise VaIIey?

Yes.

Mr. Giancana,

was he ever there?

He visited me there

a coupIe of times.

He visited?

Yes.

I see.

TeII me, Ms. McGuire, I have here

FBI surveiIIance reports that indicate

that on the afternoon

of May 23rd of Iast year,

you were sitting

on a chaise Iounge in the back yard

when Mr. Giancana sprinkIed you

with water from the garden hose.

You had peopIe Iooking

in my back yard?

It aIso says here that,

uh, you were nude at the time.

Do you recaII that

to be the case?

Because if that was

the case, Ms. McGuire,

it definiteIy suggests

that you and Mr. Giancana

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