The Scarface Mob Page #3

From the first raid

on a Capone brewery,

both sides learned a lesson.

Frank Nitti ordered the steel doors

guarding other breweries

to be reinforced.

Eliot Ness confiscated from the mob

a powerful 5-ton truck.

To its radiator was welded

a thick steel shield.

And now that does it.

Will it hold?

Only way to find out

is to give it a try.

It's gotta go through steel, you know?

Welded on real good.

Now all we have to do

is locate a brewery.

In the first week of July,

Eliot Ness' special squad

began its attempt

to locate Capone distilleries

and breweries.

For days, members of the squad

cruised through Chicago,

following trucks

hauling sugar or cereal.

Days of running down leads,

piecing together information.

Observation from rented rooms

finally paid off

in the location of one

of Capone's biggest breweries

on the South Side of Chicago.

Hold it.

Blink the lights four times.

Down the same way you came up.

Go on, move.

Come on, get your hands up.

Against that platform, come on.

Back of your head.

Back of your head.

- Get your hands behind your head.

- Hurry it up.

I know that guy from New York,

Frank Carter, a gunman.

I heard Capone was bringing him in.

The one in the middle is

Steve Svododa, Capone's ace brewer.

This is gonna hurt the mob.

Are you going to arrest me?

Sure thing.

- I want to talk to my wife.

- After we've taken you in.

What good is to arrest me?

I am only doing a job here.

The only job I know.

Too bad the job's illegal.

All I know is to brew beer.

What have I got to do

with some stupid law

that says people cannot drink beer?

- I'm sorry, I didn't...

- Don't waste your breath on him.

I'd like to see what happens to you

when Al Capone gets out.

He'll be out, you'll be in.

Oh, sure.

I'll do time reading your obituary.

- Get them in the cars.

- All right, let's move out here.

Kane, find a phone,

call the marshal's office.

We need someone

to drive these trucks to our garage.

Flaherty, check the office

for records.

Get up.

I can still read.

On the night of November 7th, 1929,

a meeting took place

in the office of Frank Nitti

above the Montmartre Cafe.

The reason for the meeting:

What to do to stop the activities

of the special squad.

What to do about Eliot Ness.

We're gonna take a vote right now

to see if we're willing to take a chance

on killing this Eliot Ness.

Volpe?

Belcastro?

Mr. Ness, I'm George Ritchie.

I'd like to join your squad.

Sit down, Mr. Ritchie.

Martin, the records are on the table.

You said you want to join my squad.

- What gave you that idea?

- Yes, sir.

Well, I thought I could be useful.

- Have you ever been an investigator?

- No, sir, but...

How did you happen to come here?

Brandy, that's my wife,

well, she saw your picture

in the paper, Mr. Ness,

and she said to me,

"Now, there's a real man."

Say, maybe you've seen my wife,

Brandy LaFrance.

Well, she's in burlesque.

Look, Mr. Ness, I gotta do something

to impress her.

I gotta do something.

Sorry, I don't know

how I can use you.

This is what we were talking about.

Suppose I could get inside

the Capone mob.

How could you get inside?

Brandy's uncle

is the mob's treasurer.

- Jake Guzik?

- Her real name is Barbara Guzik.

Well, if she asked her uncle,

he'd give me a job.

You see?

I see.

Why don't you try to get him

to give you an inside job?

That way,

maybe you're some use to us.

Oh, I'll be a real undercover man,

Mr. Ness.

Let us know what happens.

Goodbye, Mr. Ness.

And thanks. Thanks.

No, he can't be for real.

Brandy LaFrance.

Suppose his wife

really is Jake Guzik's niece.

Brandy LaFrance, the stripper?

Something for dessert, monsieur?

Cherries jubilee.

Cherries jubilee.

Something has been on my mind.

I know.

For once, this has nothing to do

with Al Capone.

I bought something today.

It's for you.

I hope you'll accept it, and me.

You goof.

- You didn't even ask me.

- I'm asking you now.

Why, did you think for a moment

I'd refuse?

Darling,

I love you so much.

For always.

Well, come on, put it on.

Excuse me, Mr. Ness.

I saw you and...

There's something I have to tell you.

See me in my office tomorrow.

I think I better tell you about it now.

Got to do with Frank Nitti and you.

Excuse me, I'll go put on a new face.

So they had a meeting last night

about rubbing you out.

Most of them were in favor.

But Frank said they'd have to wait

for word from the big fellow

- until he gets out.

- How did you find me?

By accident. I'm out with my wife,

Brandy, over there.

No, what hap...?

Oh, there she is, dancing.

That's her cousin, Al Kenner,

with us.

Is your wife related

to the Capone mob?

Ain't that the truth?

You can't be useful anymore, not after

Kenner's seen you talking to me.

Oh, they know I know you.

The first thing Jake Guzik said

when I saw him today, he said:

"What were you doing

with them lousy feds?"

- What did you tell him?

- I told him you gave me a job.

Then I said,

"Now I can work for the mob."

- What would you do for the mob?

- As soon as you got to trust me,

I could tell them in advance

what you were gonna do.

What does Al Kenner think

you're telling me now?

Just what I am telling you.

Now, tell me one thing,

who will you be working for?

For you, Mr. Ness.

Suppose Jake Guzik

asks the same question.

Well, I'd have to give him

the same answer.

But you can believe me.

There's some crazy reason I do.

But I can use you.

We'll set it up this way.

You tell the mob that I bought

your story and hired you.

That you're ready to sell them

information about me.

- That's what you'll tell them.

- Yes, sir.

I'll see to it that you know the things

that I want them to know. Understand?

There's just one thing. I don't want

your murder on my conscience.

Are you sure you don't wanna do

something else to impress Brandy?

Like joining a trapeze act

or playing Russian roulette?

No, sir.

Okay.

I want you to start saving

some going-away money.

You're gonna put it in a bank,

and I'll check the balance

from time to time.

One of these days, you might have to

take a quick long trip for your health.

- When do you wanna see me?

- I'll let you know.

- You know where to reach me?

- I'll find that out.

Okay.

I'm sorry, honey.

We're still engaged, aren't we?

You bet.

Cherries jubilee.

Rum, brandy.

Maybe it's legal, prewar.

Pardon me.

I wish we had champagne too.

So do I, but it's my business

to see that we don't.

What a business.

What is it? Eliot, what is it?

Something got left on our table.

- Something got left on our ta...?

- Hey.

Hey, we're gonna be married soon.

The dumdum, a soft-nosed bullet,

designed to tear a hole in the victim,

the favorite weapon

of the Capone gang.

It wasn't often that the Capone mob

gave anyone such a warning.

Even less often

was such a warning ignored.

Following the threat against Eliot

Ness,

it was decided to make an attempt,

no matter how dangerous,

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