The Scarface Mob Page #2

I try to put things out of my mind...

Try harder.

No work tonight, remember?

Every time I see someone drinking

a Capone booze...

No work tonight.

Nothing like a woman

to get your mind off things.

Depends on what things

you're talking about.

Well, you're giving me ideas.

Is that wrong?

You don't know the ideas.

What will we have for dessert?

What do you want?

Something special.

Something special.

"Marjolaine. Crpe suzettes."

It's a pretty fancy place, Mr. Ness.

"Cherries jubilee."

- What are they?

- I'll ask.

No. Let's just order them

and find out.

You're on.

Excuse me.

Miss Anderson, this is Joe Fuselli.

- Pleased to meet you.

- How do you do?

We got a setup.

I'm sorry, honey, we're gonna have

to postpone those cherries jubilee.

Waiter.

Check.

The first Capone still wrecked by the

Ness squad was in Chicago Heights.

Knocking over one wouldn't begin

to shake the Capone empire.

But Ness intended to use this

as a wedge

to pry open some seams

in the organization.

- Come on.

- You sure you're feds?

Yeah, we're feds.

Everything wrecked, 100 percent.

Get the alky cans in the car.

- Boys, what are you doing?

- They're taking us in.

- I've never seen you boys before.

- Who are you?

- Johnny Giannini.

- What are you doing here?

Well, let's talk about that.

You that new bunch of feds?

- Oh, you heard about that?

- Sure.

- Well, we wanna cooperate with you.

- How?

We never been unreasonable in the

past. What do you say we discuss it?

Okay. Discuss it.

Let's just say, meanwhile,

we put the right sugar in the coffee.

- How much?

- I gotta talk to someone.

You meet me tomorrow night, 8:00.

Peach Coloni's up the block, okay?

Eight tomorrow.

Hey, what about

these friends of mine?

We're taking them in,

you haven't forked over yet.

Get them in the cars.

You gonna spring us?

I'll send someone.

You'll be home for breakfast.

See you tomorrow night, 8:00.

We'll make you happy, boys.

It's after 10:
00.

I said 8:
00. What's the matter?

You're late. Where you been?

What do you got for us?

You know, boys, we got things

fixed around here with the cops

and the Prohibition.

So we make it 100 each.

What do you got operating?

Not much cooking around here.

That is about what it's worth.

We all fixed up, huh?

A hundred is chicken feed.

Look, boys, I don't make the prices.

This is what I was told to give you.

We gotta have more money,

Johnny.

I can't give you anything.

Okay, Johnny.

Wait, wait.

Guys, you're making it tough on me.

Now, wait, boys. Please, wait.

Sit down, huh? I gotta ask someone.

Sit down, huh?

Joe?

Hey, Picco. How are you?

- I'm a little busy right now, huh?

- Sure.

Hey, how's the dog?

Why, he knows me

since I was a little kid.

Someone will see you.

Someone big.

- Who?

- I can't tell you. He wants to see you.

- Where?

- There's a backroom. We wait there.

You guys, you don't know

what you're doing to me.

Party's beginning.

- You know?

- No.

Where's the guy

we're supposed to meet?

He's coming.

- Who's that?

- Some monkey. He works for us.

Just came over from the other side.

Hey, monkey.

He don't speak no English.

I've seen you before.

We hit your Club Montmartre

last month.

Oh, yeah.

So now you're ready to do business?

- I told him...

- Shut up, you.

How much do you want

to lay off our stills?

I want a grand a week.

You cops. You get more dough

out of this than we do.

Okay, so become a cop.

Wait.

They're arguing about how much dough

they're gonna have to give you.

- We'll give you 400 a week.

- That's top figure.

- How many cops are you paying off?

- We're paying off...

Who we pay and what we pay

is our business.

We'll give you $500 a week.

Giannini will make the payoff.

A grand.

You don't have to take the money.

There's other ways to handle this.

A grand.

Just asked Nitti if he should stick

the knife in your back.

Drop it. Drop it.

Move back.

Okay, a grand.

Leave him to me.

Leave him to me.

Ness turned over the bribe to the

Federal District Attorney's Office.

One thousand dollars.

Then, within the next week,

the squad shut down

six Capone distilleries.

From this activity,

Ness got expected results.

I gave them every cent.

I didn't hold out.

What do you think I am?

Frank, why would I hold out?

I gave it to them. Every penny,

every nickel, every dime.

You get hold of those guys.

You hold those guys,

you tell them to lay off.

Otherwise, you tell them

there's gonna be real trouble.

Real trouble.

Tell them.

What's the matter, you crazy?

I got you a deal.

- Sure, Johnny.

- Frank Nitti himself.

He made it himself, and now

you go knocking over the stills.

- Lay off, he says, he means it.

- It's still the small stuff.

- Stills we can find.

- Six stills you knocked off.

You guys, you know

what you're doing to me?

They worked me over already.

Nitti is saying I double-crossed him.

He says I'm holding out.

- You know what can happen to me?

- It's happening, Johnny.

- I'm arresting you for bribery.

- What do you wanna do that for?

- You gave us the money.

- You're wasting your time.

- I'll be sprung before morning.

- I know.

The minute they hear I'm booked,

they'll...

They'll know where you are,

Johnny?

Hey, I'm hot. I'll end up in a ditch,

a hole in my head.

Do you want me

on your conscience?

You can buy your way out, Johnny.

You cops, you're all robbers.

How much you want? Come on,

tell me. How much you want?

- Not a cent.

- You're crazy.

- I ask you, how much, how much?

- The breweries.

I said we're looking for something

bigger than the stills,

something harder to find.

- We want the breweries.

- How would I know

- where there's a brewery?

- Johnny.

- You think they tell me?

- Okay. Let's go.

Hey, wait, wait.

I know one.

One.

I tell you where it is,

you help me out of town, okay?

No double-cross. A deal?

One.

Where is it, Johnny?

The breweries were the heart

of the Capone empire,

the heart and the Achilles' heel.

Stills producing booze could be set up

quickly and inexpensively.

Breweries represented

great investments of time and money,

and very great profits.

So they were artfully concealed,

and further protected

by huge payments of graft.

In the 11 months

before the night of July 28th,

not one Capone brewery

had been touched by any

law enforcement agency in Chicago.

Steel.

Steel door in the rear too.

Hey, Mr. Ness.

They got out through here.

They caught on.

We gave them too much time.

They got out through there.

The birds flew the coop.

We gotta get these guys

and put them away.

Capone can't make beer

without brewmasters.

We gotta think of a way to get through

those steel doors on the first try.

All right, let's tear it apart.

I thought you ought to know about it.

That Giannini we let get out of town,

- he got as far as Kansas City.

- How do you know?

Because that's where they found him

lying in a ditch,

his head blown off by a shotgun.

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