The St. Valentine's Day Massacre Page #3

They'd just as soon put a bullet

in your back as eat a pizza.

To hell with them Sicilians.

Be seeing you, Hymie.

Morning, Johnny.

Ah, good morning, boys.

No.

And that's

the way Capone operates.

That's the murdering double-crosser

who swore he'd keep out of the North Side.

Well, I'm not waiting around

for Capone to put me in no cemetery.

We nail him before he nails me.

All right, let's nail him

to get it over with.

I just say we do it without the help...

of a two-bit spaghetti

snapper likeJoe Aiello.

Frank, you're a dummy,

you know that?

Capone's protection

comes from the Mafia.

He can't make a move

without permission of the head wop.

And he can't be the head himself

because he's not Sicilian.

So he's got his own man,

Patsy Lolordo, running the outfit.

Now, your spaghetti snapper,

Joe Aiello, is a pal of Lolordo's.

He helps us knock over Lolordo,

then he takes over the Mafia.

And that's when we take old Scarface

for a nice one-way ride.

And if it don't work,

he'll take us for a ride.

Well, it better work,

because I'm putting you in charge.

Well, I'm not saying it cannot be done...

especially if Aiello gets us in there.

Albert R. Kachellek,

alias James Clark-

born Krojoencke, Germany,

February 25, 1888.

Ex-convict. Burglar.

Car thief. Suspected killer.

Since marrying Bugs Moran's

sister five years ago...

he has become the number-two man

in the Moran gang.

And then we need a good

driver for the getaway car.

I don't care how you do it.

Just get rid of Patsy Lolordo. Quick.

I learned how to drive

when I was young-

John May-

born Chicago, Illinois,

September 28, 1897.

Married. Seven children.

Twice arrested on charges of safe-blowing

and burglary. No convictions.

Has worked occasionally for

the Moran gang as an auto mechanic.

He has promised his wife he will stay

out of further trouble with the law...

but he is three months

behind in the rent.

I'd really like to help you out, Mr. Clark.

It's just that I don't-

Up to you, Johnny.

You want to do us a favor, fine.

If you don't, that's your luck out.

Here, see?

Well, I'm not really

a trigger man, you see?

Matter of fact,

I don't even own a gun.

And if there were

any shooting to start-

Well, I'd tell the cockeyed

world it won't be you.

Think we want some lousy amateur

gummin' up the works?

Why, I wouldn't even let

you kill my own mother.

The Gusenbergs will do

their shooting, Johnny.

All I'm asking you to do

is drive the car.

That, and maybe use a little

muscle if things get rough.

Pay's a hundred bucks.

Now, are you in, or out?

- It's a hundred bucks for the whole job?

- Uh-huh.

I'll do it.

Besides, I really need the money.

Come on, darlin'.

Don't you want any more?

Nicholas Sorello-

born Marsala, Sicily,

May 13, 1872.

Brought to the United States

by his cousin Dominic Forenza...

when in his late 30's.

Married with five children

and 11 grandchildren.

He has had difficulty learning

the ways of the New World...

and has lived

in continual poverty.

He will be murdered

on February 15, 1929...

less than 24 hours

after completion...

of the only criminal

activity of his life.

Come in.

Mr. McGurn?

- I'm Nick Sorello.

- Sit down, Nick.

Want a drink?

Something to eat?

Thank you, no.

It is kind of you to ask.

Dominic Forenza says

you're a man can be trusted.

Maybe that is because

my memory, it is very bad.

What do you do for a living, Nick?

I have the truck.

Sometimes I'm selling the vegetables.

Sometimes I'm in the moving business.

It's very hard to get a good job

when you talk with accent.

Yeah.

Any trouble with the cops?

No. One time, yes.

They tell me I'm moving the, uh...

stolen goods.

I say, "I do not know this."

They take what is in my truck.

They let me go.

Same thing as in old country.

It's no different here.

Got a job for you, Nick.

Bring it off, you get paid big.

Five hundred bucks.

It honors me to serve you,

Mr. McGurn.

You're gonna need a couple paisani-

guys that can keep their traps shut.

Sometime tonight there'll be a car

left in front of your house.

It'll be hot, so ditch it

soon as the job's finished.

Got that?

Write this down.

Tomorrow morning,

9:
00 on the nose...

you and your boys be on 33rd Street...

half a block west of Robie.

You're gonna need a gun.

A gun?

That is something

I do not have, Mr. McGurn.

Guns make trouble.

No bullets, no trouble, okay?

Okay.

Operator?

Yeah, Lettie, get me the cops.

I just seen a hijack being pulled off.

Johnny and me got our

end of it down pat.

Now all we need to know is-

Yeah?

Mr. Moran, it's Nick Sorello.

Mr. Sorello,

I don't think I know you.

Yeah. Yeah.

What label?

Uh-huh.

How much you asking?

All right, suppose you call me back

in an hour and a half.

Yeah, do that.

- What was all that about?

- A guy named Sorello.

He's got 80-odd cases of Old Log Cabin

he wants to peddle.

- Fifty-six bucks a case.

- Price seems all right.

Yeah, but is he all right?

Monroe 8099, please.

Lieutenant Dellacosta, please.

Oh, hello, Larry. This is George.

Look, Larry, a couple of things.

Let me know if your boys got anything

on a booze hijack last couple of days.

Out near the stockyards. Right.

And while you're at it, see if you got

a make sheet on a wop named Nick Sorello.

Right. I'll call you back

in about an hour, okay?

Thanks, Larry.

Oh, sorry, Jim.

What were you saying?

Oh, just that we're about

ready to make our move.

All we need now is to make sure

Lolordo's bodyguards...

change shifts

the same time every day.

I've got a couple of boys

checking on that right now.

Bang, bang! You're dead!

Alphonse, bellissima.

Pasqualino.

Come in, come in.

Grazie.

Patsy, uh...

Bugs Moran's been

stepping out of line.

I've, uh, told the boys

to go ahead and fix his wagon.

This I do not like to hear, Alphonse.

Maybe if you would talk things over-

Talk, hell!

I talked to O'Bannion,

and he laughed at me.

I talked to Weiss.

I pleaded with Weiss!

Three times he tried

to have me bumped off!

Now, Moran is just as bullheaded.

You can't talk any sense

to these peasants.

Every time I try it,

I wind up getting shot at!

I'm not asking you, Patsy.

I'm telling you.

I'm getting rid of Moran.

You and I, we will not quarrel

over the life of a worthless man.

I'm letting Jack McGurn handle it.

He wants two Mafia boys

on the choppers-

Scalise and Anselmi.

Same dough we paid for

knocking off Hymie Weiss, okay?

As you wish, my friend.

Alphonse, something else

troubles you, no?

Yeah.

I've been hearing things, Patsy.

You know how it is. You pick up

a word here and a word there...

you put them together,

and pretty soon you got a picture.

Maybe it's on the level,

and maybe it ain't.

The way I get it...

Joe Aiello is gonna take over

the Mafia in this town...

and they got your name on a bullet.

I have nothing to fear from Aiello.

Don Giuseppe and I are as brothers.

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