The St. Valentine's Day Massacre Page #4

We attended the university

in Palermo together.

We came to this country

only months apart.

We are both members of the inner

counsel of the Brotherhood.

No, Alphonse. I thank you very much

for your concern for me...

but what you have heard is not true.

I know this.

Yeah?

It's Nick Sorello.

- Get in here.

- Get your-

Who else you got out there, Nick?

It's just a couple of-

Two of my good friends.

- They come help me to-

- Get 'em in here.

Hey, Mario! Joe!

Avanti.!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

- What'd you have in mind, Nick?

- I ask your pardon, signor.

It's only to watch the whiskey

I have the gun.

You're a very naughty boy, Nick.

All right, let's get it in here.

Dr. Reinhart H. Schwimmer-

born Chicago, Illinois,

September 1, 1896.

Twice married, twice divorced.

Schwimmer has

no criminal record...

but is one of that group of men who are

fascinated by the exploits of gangsters.

In the last few months,

he has become acquainted...

with the members

of the Moran organization...

and spends a good deal of time

in their company.

A licensed optometrist, he has

recently abandoned his practice...

and is presently supported

by his widowed mother.

Okay, Nick, get it unloaded.

The money.

Signor, first you pay me the money.

Uhh.

Don't worry about it, Nick.

We'll send you a check.

Your pardon, signor.

Myself, I talked

to Mr. Moran on the telephone.

He said, "Okay, Nick,

I pay you the cash. "

Fifty-six dollars a case

for the first-class stuff.

Hey, you tasted, huh?

It's first-class stuff, no?

Okay.

Now you pay me the money...

we take 'em off-a the truck.

Where'd you get it, Nick?

Mr. Moran, he don't say that.

He just say-

A little hijack job, huh, Nick?

Got it off of Dingbat Oberta's

boys, right?

Uh-

We hear these things, Nick.

You don't pay the Dingbat,

we don't pay you. That's fair.

Okay, move it.

You'll get your dough.

Move.

Adam Heyer, born Springfield,

Illinois...

June 26, 1881.

Criminal record:
one conviction

for operating a confidence game.

Married twice.

One child, a son by his first wife.

As a qualified accountant...

Heyer acts as bookeeper and collector

for the Moran organization-

- Operator, get me Long Beach 1098, please.

- as well as handling payoffs...

to local politicians and the police.

His wife has been ill

for several years...

and he is careful to conceal

the true nature of his business...

from her and from their friends.

They're all here, Mr. Gusenberg.

Nick.

Stuff checks out.

Old Log Cabin uncut.

How many cases?

It's 82.

Myself, I counted it.

Nick wouldn't lie to us.

He wants to stay healthy.

Ain't that right, Nick?

That's 82 cases.

Fifty-six dollars a case.

That figures $4,592.

One thousand, 2,000...

3,000, 4,000...

one, two, three, four, five.

We'll make it, uh, even money- $4,500.

Five hundred for handling charges, Nick.

When we help unload

a truck, we get paid.

Check?

Thousand thanks, signor.

Maybe we do business

again some more next time.

You betcha, Nick!

Nothing we like better

than doing business with bright boys.

You're my idea of a bright boy.

Yeah.

Some of the money,

they steal it back from me.

More than $500.

I figured they would.

In fact, I counted on it.

You got one more job to do.

Just when, I don't know yet.

A real easy job, Nick.

Just one simple phone call.

Now remember, Pete.

Frank'll pick you up

tomorrow afternoon at 3:30 sharp.

At exactly 10 till 4:00,

both of you will pick up...

Joe Aiello on the corner

of Walton and Pelilah.

Now, the three of you

have got to be upstairs...

at five to 4:
00 on the nose.

- You got all that? - Don't worry

about me. I can handle my end.

You better do your

worrying about Aiello.

I think he's all right, but if something

goes wrong, I'm counting on you, Pete.

See you.

As Mr. and Mrs. PeterJ. Gorman...

Peter Gusenberg and an ex-showgirl

named Myrtle Nelson Koppelman...

have occupied Apartment 5C

at 434 Roscoe Street...

for the past seven months.

Hey, Myrt?

You gonna lay there

reading that thing all night?

You made me lose my place.

Yeah? Come on over here.

I'll find it for you.

What are you eating?

What's it look like

I'm eating? A sandwich.

Well, you could have

made one for me.

What's the matter?

You bust a leg or something?

Pete, guess what?

You know that coat

you got me for Christmas?

You told me I could exchange it

because it was too big?

So what?

Well, I did, this afternoon-

for a nicer one.

Nicer?

What do you mean, nicer?

That coat set me back

750 smackers.

Oh, I know it did, Pete.

You've been awful good to me.

And don't you think for one minute

I don't appreciate it.

It's just, well, this one

I couldn't resist. That's all.

I know.

You just sit right there.

I'll go put it on for you.

You'll see how nice it looks.

Yowza, yowza, yowza.

This is Ben,

Bernie and all the lads...

coming to you from the College Inn

of the Hotel Sherman.

And now for all you lads and lassies

listening in the great Midwest...

we're gonna play "Stumblin'."

Let's stumble a bit, laddies.

- Isn't it beautiful, Pete?

- How much?

- You don't have to use that

tone of voice. - How much!

It was a bargain, baby. They marked it

way down low. I just knew you'd want me-

- Three thousand. That's all.

- Three grand!

Why, you lousy little gold-digger!

When I picked you out of the line,

all you had to your name...

was a cloth coat with

monkey fur on the collar!

Well, that goes back

tomorrow, you hear me? Back!

Listen, you cheap gangster,

I'm gonna keep-

Hey, you know you're

disturbing the peace?

Let me in!

Cheap gangster!

I'm gonna call the cops-

When interviewed

by the press some weeks later...

Myrtle Koppleman had this to say:

Oh, Pete and I

have been married about a year.

I can't remember exactly

where we were married...

except that it wasn't in Illinois.

I had no idea Pete was a gangster.

He said he was a salesman.

Truly a kinder, more gentle man-

you just couldn't meet one.

On January 7,

the Moran gang puts into effect...

its plan to murder Mafia

chieftain Patsy Lolordo.

The first step is for

Pete and Frank Gusenberg...

to useJoe Aiello's friendship for Lolordo

as a means to enter his apartment.

- Your name Aiello?

- Aiello.

Hop in.

One thing I gotta know, Aiello.

You positive this guy Lolordo

ain't setting us up for a double-cross?

Don Pasqualino and I

are just like blood brothers.

He truly believes we are calling

on him on a business matter.

The men who guard him

will know this...

so they will allow us to enter.

Capisce?

Get in.

Take it easy, Aiello.

The second step

of the plan to murder Patsy Lolordo...

is the systematic elimination

of his bodyguards.

Pasqualino!

Dio mio.!

Whoo!

You know, Judge, the trouble with

this country today is its morals are shot.

I mean, look at the young people.

Girls smoking cigarettes

right on the streets...

and necking

in the back seat of a car...

and wearing skirts so short

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