The Scarface Mob Page #8

How do you know?

We can produce a number

of reliable witnesses to attest to that.

I'll bet you can.

We have a witness too.

You didn't kiss Jimmy Napoli

for fun, did you, Al?

Who is this Jimmy Napoli?

Give me the city jail.

Once again, a man who could have

testified for the state

had been silenced.

There could now be no way of proving

that Capone had hired Jimmy Napoli

to commit murder.

Take it easy.

- Make a statement, Al.

- Take it easy, fellas, relax.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everything that happened in Chicago,

they say Al Capone did.

They try to make me the goat.

Now, you fellas know that all I ever

did was to sell it to the best people.

Maybe that includes

some of you boys, huh?

- How about another statement, Al?

- You want more pictures?

How about...?

This is gonna be the big one.

I'll need about a dozen more men.

The best you can get for us.

I don't want them to know

what they're going out on.

I want them to meet us

at the warehouse at midnight sharp.

I'll lay it out for them then,

but not until then.

I don't wanna take chances

on a tip-off.

All they have to know is to meet us

at the warehouse at midnight sharp.

At midnight, a rendezvous

was made with other agents

in the warehouse

used by Ness' squad.

The men were briefed

on their assignments.

To help you find the way,

I'm putting one of my own men

on each of the cars.

They'll be in charge

after we get inside.

You don't know the layout,

but you'll be able to size things up fast.

If there's any resistance,

let them have it.

Any questions?

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, everybody.

- Get your hands up. Come on.

- Pull him out.

- Let's go.

- Get your hands above your head.

Get your hands up there. Come on.

- Let's go.

- Get your hands up.

Get your hands above your head.

Kane.

Number, please.

Calumet 6098.

- Hotel Lexington.

- Put me through to Capone's rooms.

Just a moment, sir.

Yeah?

Let me talk to Capone.

- Who's calling?

- Just tell him Eliot Ness.

Mario.

Al. Telephone, Al.

It's Eliot Ness.

This is Al Capone.

I just knocked over your new brewery

down at the stockyards.

- What?

- Look out your window

at exactly 11:
00 tomorrow morning.

- What is this?

- Take a look

and see what we got for you,

Snorky.

What are you talking about?

You talk straight, or I'll jam

this phone down your throat!

What are you gonna do?

I'll make sure Al Capone

never forgets Joe Fuselli.

- Anything?

- Not a thing.

It's some bluff, Al.

That's all it is.

A guy shooting off his mouth.

- Well?

- That's all, Al.

What about the brewery?

- Maybe we gotta set up out of town.

- Where?

- Well...

- Where?

Maybe we can go over the line.

- Over what line?

- Into Wisconsin.

Wisconsin?

Yeah, Wisconsin may be okay.

Okay? You talk, but they're

closing me down. And you talk...

Al.

Look at that. Look.

At exactly 11:
00,

the funeral procession of Joe Fuselli

passed under the windows

of Al Capone's suite

in the Lexington Hotel.

It's just one more funeral.

They're our beer trucks.

Following the hearse

was truck after truck

confiscated by Eliot Ness

and his squad in their raids

on the Capone breweries.

These trucks, which might have been

delivering Capone beer,

were instead delivering

a message of defiance to Al Capone.

With Capone's power to frighten

and corrupt diminishing,

people began to give information.

With the assistance of Eliot Ness,

U.S. Treasury agents started

to put together

the mosaic of an income-tax-evasion

case against Al Capone.

- Eliot, we've got Al Capone.

- Are you sure?

We've been working on this

for the last two weeks.

He's gonna plead guilty.

Why isn't he fighting?

My office is entering

a recommendation for leniency.

- You're kidding.

- The arrangement's been worked out

with the approval

of the attorney general.

Leniency for Capone?

Our Al Capone?

Is that what we've been knocking

ourselves out for?

- To let Al Capone off?

- Look, Eliot...

Is that why Joe Fuselli got killed?

For what?

Advertise a man

can get away with murder?

How do you think I feel about this?

I came to put Capone away for good,

but this is all we've got.

- It's the best we can do.

- The records, the data.

Not enough

to make sure of conviction.

If we try Capone and don't convict him,

we can't try him again.

It's too great a risk.

We put him away for a while,

then maybe we can finish the job

of wrecking him.

We've got to take

what we can get, Eliot.

Just what do we get?

Two years.

Two years.

Well, that's the best we could

bargain for. I feel sick about it, Eliot.

Two years for Capone.

After all this, two years.

What a joke.

What a lousy, lousy joke.

Finally, on July 30th, 193 1,

Al Capone entered a plea of guilty

to income-tax-evasion charges

in the Federal District Court presided

over by Judge James H. Wilkerson.

Will the two counsels

approach the bench, please?

A plea of guilty

is a full admission of guilt.

If the defendant asks for leniency

by throwing himself

on the mercy of this court,

he must be prepared

to answer all proper questions

put to him by the court.

If the defendant

expects leniency of this court,

he must take the witness stand

and testify on what grounds

he expects leniency.

The federal district attorney said

that if a plea of guilty was entered,

he would make a commitment

about the length of the sentence.

I will decide the length of sentence.

No prior agreement binds this court.

We'll stand trial.

The defendant withdraws

his plea of guilty.

He will stand trial on charges.

The defendant

will approach the bench, please.

After a trial lasting three months,

Al Capone was convicted.

On November 24th, 193 1,

Judge James H. Wilkerson

pronounced sentence.

It is the decision of this court

that the defendant, Alphonse Capone,

shall pay a fine of $56,000.

And that he shall serve a term of

11 years in the federal penitentiaries.

He is forthwith remanded to the custody

of the United States Marshal.

Stand back.

After exhausting every legal delay,

on May 5th, 1932,

Al Capone was taken from Chicago

to start serving his sentence.

Between Eliot Ness and Al Capone,

no word had ever been exchanged

except for the brief

telephone conversation

preceding the funeral of Joe Fuselli.

Ironically enough,

absorbed with the thought of the long

years in prison before him,

Al Capone did not recognize

the man staring at him.

Ness was occupied with the thought

of the long years of struggle ahead

to destroy the remnants

of the Capone organization.

And so Al Capone

disappeared from view

to be replaced by other racketeers,

more subtle, even more destructive.

Against this new breed

of racketeer,

who are managing to steal,

extort, divert and pervert,

almost 10 percent of the income

of the people of the United States,

Eliot Ness fought

until his death in 1957.

Al Capone is dead.

Eliot Ness is dead.

But the struggle between

the Capones and the Nesses

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