The Scarface Mob Page #7
- Year:
- 1959
- 102 min
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come back, please.
Baby, we got disconnected.
I'm trying to make a connection.
You stinking little rat.
I'm gonna get you
and tear you limb from limb.
Oh, that you, Ness?
We got plans for you too, Ness.
The boys are gonna have
a real party.
You told him enough.
They'll never get at you, I promise.
This I promise you.
We're getting married now.
We're not waiting.
You mean tonight?
We'll cross the line to Indiana,
get a justice of the peace.
Is this because of the phone call?
There's a lot of things,
because of the phone call included.
I'm not sure what's gonna happen
from now on
and I don't wanna wait, do you?
No, I wanna be with you.
Better get ready, honey.
By the authority vested in me
by the state of Indiana,
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Good wishes, my dear.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you, Joe.
I know you're both
gonna be very happy.
Thanks, Joe. We will be.
God bless you.
Miss LaFrance, you know who it was
who killed your husband, don't you?
No. No, I don't know.
I don't know why anyone
would wanna kill Georgie.
He was a real nice guy.
We think the Capone mob did it.
Don't you wanna help us?
No, Uncle Jake wouldn't let them
kill him.
He wouldn't do a thing like that.
Are you sure that the last time
you saw him was back in the wings?
He was watching me do my number.
He was always watching me
do my number.
That's my cue.
The last time I danced
he was standing right there
in the wing.
Why would anyone wanna kill
poor Georgie?
He was...
He was such a nice little guy.
If George Ritchie's tip was right,
Capone's big one is somewhere here.
We'll have to check out every building
above and below ground.
See if someone, resident merchant,
anyone, can give us a lead.
- Fat chance.
- We'll take that chance.
- Joe, you know people in that district.
- I know a few.
- Let's get something from them.
- I'm on my way.
Hansen, you and Youngfellow
start covering all garages.
Kane and Flaherty
will cover stores and food suppliers.
Kopka and Rossman, start checking
all residents near speakeasies.
We gotta get a breakthrough
somewhere and fast.
Maybe there is this brewery.
But I don't know nothing about it.
- Who gonna tell me?
- Stop that, Picco.
You remember the old days?
You and my old man,
you were very good friends.
- You remember?
- Yeah, I remember.
You were always very nice to me, Joe.
But l...
I just thought maybe
you heard something, that's all.
When I work, I'm deaf.
I don't wanna see,
I don't wanna hear,
I don't wanna know.
Can't you just hear this one thing?
Do me a favor.
Well, this a favor I wouldn't do,
even if I could.
You ought to know that, Joe.
Okay.
- Stay, have a glass of red, Joe.
- I can't, I'm working.
- You ain't sore at me?
- No.
I don't know nothing.
This is honest truth.
You're the only guy nice to him, Joe.
He likes you. He don't take to people,
but he likes you.
Dogs got a good instinct, Joe.
They know.
Come to the house next week.
Have dinner.
That's nice.
I'll bring you a bottle of red.
The real stuff from other side.
You bring that bottle,
I'll break it over your head.
Can't you get it through your thick skull
I'm working for the government?
Yeah.
I'll bring it, Joe.
Never mind that. Here.
Take this in.
The Mafia ritual known
as the kiss of death.
The man being ceremonially kissed
by the others in this room
had been chosen
to commit a murder.
You're home, boss.
Why don't you and the bride go away
for a couple of days and relax?
Get everything off your mind.
I will when this is over.
If we can knock over this big brewery,
it might be over sooner than you think.
- We gotta locate it first.
- We will.
Joe, three guys like you
are an army.
Three guys? Two guys.
- You wanna come up for a minute?
- No, you give my best to your bride.
- What time will I pick you up?
- Eight-thirty.
You got it.
Watch it.
Eliot!
Oh, Eliot.
While Joe Fuselli was dying
on a Chicago street,
Al Capone was dining,
visible to scores of people
in a Chicago night club.
Frank.
Hey, dancer. Dancer.
Hey, kid, you're good,
you're gonna go places.
Here, this will help you on your way.
Gee, thanks, Mr. Capone.
Thanks a million.
- What's your name?
- Dolly.
Amen.
Joe was my friend.
He never laugh at me.
Never pushed me around.
What did you see, Picco?
I ain't gonna let them get away
with killing Joe.
If I would have known
they were gonna kill Joe,
I'd have grabbed that knife
and then ripped him myself.
Who were they?
Wasn't it, Frank Nitti,
and Volpe and D'Andrea.
And the big fellow was there.
Capone?
What did they do?
You know what that is?
Kiss of death.
Which one did they kiss?
Jimmy Napoli was the one.
Nitti, Volpe and D'Andrea,
they sent Jimmy Napoli.
Who's Jimmy Napoli?
From Brooklyn, "the Torpedo."
I lied to Joe.
The last thing
I said to him alive, a lie.
He asked me
where Capone's big brewery is.
I lied, "I didn't know."
But I just know where it is.
I gonna tell you too.
Thanks.
Picco, we're gonna take you
somewhere where you'll be safe.
Come on,
we'll take good care of you, Picco.
What's going to be with my dog?
Who's going to take care of my dog?
- Here. Take your dog, Picco.
- Thanks.
- Joe Fuselli.
- Who?
- Say, who are you guys anyway?
- Fodder, old man.
Where were you all night?
You run my life?
Hasn't been slept in.
Come on, Napoli.
- What's the rap?
- Come on.
Wait a minute, I gotta get dressed.
Just put your coat on.
Listen, you got nothing on me.
I was playing poker with six other guys
until an hour ago.
How would you like a dumdum
right in the face like Joe Fuselli?
I was playing with my friends
until an hour ago, I'm telling you.
They'll back me up.
You can't touch me.
Come on.
Say, who is this Joe Fuselli?
Never mention that name again.
To safeguard the only witness
who could definitely link Al Capone
with the murder of Joe Fuselli,
Ness made arrangements
to keep Angelo Picco under guard
in a cell in Chicago City Jail.
We don't wanna lock you up,
but this is the best place.
- Later, we'll take you out of town.
- Please, don't keep me too long.
Just until you testify
against Napoli and Capone.
- Not too long.
- I'll be close by, Picco.
Amen.
Within two hours of the arrest
of Jimmy Napoli,
Al Capone forestalled his own arrest
by appearing at the office
of Deputy Police Commissioner
Hallowell.
With him was the mob's attorneys.
Well, commissioner.
- I heard you was looking for me.
- That's right, Al.
We have a few things to ask you.
- That's why I'm here.
- Before you ask any questions,
it's understood that Mr. Capone
is here of his own free will.
Just what is the charge
in connection
with which you wish
to question Mr. Capone?
About the murder of a federal agent.
When did this alleged homicide
occur?
At 1:
15 this morning.At that hour, Mr. Capone
was dining at the 318 Club.
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