The St. Valentine's Day Massacre Page #6

Pay phone at the end of the hall.

You'd better give Vic a call.

Right.

Long Beach 6599.

Filling station. O'Meara talking.

Yeah, hold on.

Phone.

Hello?

He just stepped out.

Any message?

- I'll call him back.

- Okay.

- Who just stepped out?

- Wrong number.

Okay?

Okay.

Out for some fun tonight, eh, boys?

Well, you've come to the right place.

I've been here before, you know?

Thought I recognized you.

That'll be two dollars... apiece.

All right. The car is in a garage

behind 1723 Wood Street.

Right here.

Opens onto an alley

running north and south.

Take the alley to Bloomingdale

and jog left to Wood.

East on Webster to Clark...

south on Clark Street

about half a block...

and there she is.

Since you boys come

from out of town...

nobody in the place

is gonna recognize you.

All you got to do is act like cops.

Huh. Must be yours.

That's Moran.

Probably won't be able

to see his face from across the street...

but none of his boys are built

like him, so that's no problem.

He wears brown clothes a lot-

suit, overcoat, hat, shoes.

Albert Anselmi-

born Marsala, Sicily,

June 11, 1892.

He is a member of the Mafia

and a professional assassin...

as is John Scalise,

born Castelvetrano, Sicily...

January 24, 1895.

In a period of less than six years...

these two men, acting together,

have participated in 31 murders...

including those of Dion O'Bannion

and Earl "Hymie" Weiss.

There's always the outside chance

you'll be spotted by a legit squad car.

If it happens before you get there

and they try to stop you, okay.

That's a rap the lawyers can beat.

If it happens after you leave...

you might as well start blasting.

You got nothing to lose.

Any questions?

That's it.

Hello?

Jack, great to hear from you, kid.

How's the weather back there?

Right around zero, Mr. Capone.

Sure could use some of that

Miami sunshine up here.

Yeah, I'll bet you could!

Anything special you want

to tell me, kid?

Yes, sir. It's all set

for this Thursday, Mr. Capone.

In the morning.

Around 10:
30.

We got a nice valentine

all ready to deliver.

Valentine? Hey, that's right.

This Thursday's Valentine's Day.

Ain't that a hot one?

A valentine for Bugs!

Say, Jack, just make sure

it's a great big red valentine, huh?

At 6:
45 on the last

morning of his life...

John May takes

an early bus to work.

He has been promised a 10-dollar bonus

ifhe can replace the transmission...

of one of the gang's cars before noon.

At 7:
02 on the

last morning of his life...

Pete Gusenberg

is considering ways...

to rid himself of Myrtle Koppleman.

There are plenty more

where she came from.

At 7:
23 on the

last morning of his life...

Albert Kachellek,

alias James Clark...

is thinking of

buying a new car.

His status in the gang

demands better than this.

Ah. You should've woke me, Ma.

I'd have had breakfast with you.

How do you expect me to

know you were even home...

coming in at all hours?

You said you would be here for supper.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I ran into a couple of friends.

I might have guessed.

Where those friends of yours

are concerned, you don't have a mother.

At 7:
30 on the

last morning of his life...

Reinhart Schwimmer

is in desperate need of money.

I have to talk to you, Mama.

It's important.

Listen, Mama, I hate to tell you this,

but... I'm in trouble.

Not with the police, Reinhart.

Nothing like that.

I owe some money.

Three hundred dollars. It's gotta

be paid quick, or I'm in a real jam.

A man with a fine profession

doing such things.

All right.

If you promise to stay

away from those gangsters...

I'll get you the money.

I will. I give you my word.

Just be a good boy, Reinhart.

That isn't so much to ask.

Hello?

Um, what do you want?

What?

Hello? Eddie.

Yeah, I'm up.

Yeah, Eddie, I'm up.

I'm up, I'm up, I'm up.

What's your hurry, honey?

You think I like sitting around here

and listening to you snore?

Stick around, hot stuff.

We'll open a keg of nails.

- You still here?

- Look, mister, you owe me $25!

And I don't leave until I get it.

You know, with a he-man

like me, you ought to pay.

That'll be the day.

Why, thanks, lover.

See you around.

At 7:
41 on the

last morning of his life...

Frank Gusenberg is wondering ifhe

shouldn't go back to one of his wives.

Can I fix you some breakfast, dear?

At 8:
00 on the

last morning of his life...

Adam Heyer is calculating

how much the cost...

of an operation for his wife

will take from his savings.

You will tell him, Bert.

You won't back down.

Promise me.

Don't worry, honey.

I'm through.

I'll walk in and say,

"So long, George.

I won't be seeing you anymore,"

and walk out.

Finished.

Thank God.

I'll call you after lunch,

around 1:
30.

At 8:
15 on the

last morning of his life...

Albert Wienshank has decided

that his safety and his peace of mind...

are more important than $20,000 a year.

Listen to this. Only 600 bucks.

"Four-cylinder floating power.

"Freedom from vibration and rumble...

"that makes driving a constant delight.

- Increased speed and-"

- Alex.

- Moran?

- Nah, he's too short.

You know something, Paul?

That's the sixth guy in there already.

Nobody told us we got to keep score.

All we're supposed to do

is count up to one.

Morning, boys.

If it ain't good old Reiny.

How's the eye business, Doc?

Haven't you heard?

I, uh, retired.

Living on my investments.

He means his old lady

is paying the bills.

Saw Pete's car out front.

I thought I'd drop in, say hello,

get a cup of coffee.

Would you mind helping yourself, Doc?

The waiter just left.

Sure.

How's it going, Pete?

Okay.

Say, a fella over at the barbershop...

gave me a tip on a filly from Miami.

Indian Broom.

Long shot.

Claims it's in the bag.

I'll make my own mistakes.

Okay by you?

Sure, Pete, sure.

Just thought I'd pass it along

for what it's worth.

You know?

- How's the weather out?

- Still coming down.

Winds like a handful of razor blades.

- You guys are getting soft.

- Mr. Miller?

It's a Mr. Bernstein,

long distance from Detroit.

Yeah, Abe. George.

What's so important?

What's keeping the guy?

Bingo.!

Right height, right build,

even the right clothes.

That's our baby.

I can let him have it right now.

lxnay, pal. We'll let him have it-

if he comes out the door.

Go call Vic. Go on.

Operator?

Hey, get me Long Beach 6-

Long Beach 6599.

Right, right.

- Yeah, hello?

- Mr. King?

He just stepped out.

Any message?

Yeah. Tell him his shirts is ready.

Okay.

Hey, what's that all about?

Garlic.

In case the bullets don't kill you,

you die of the blood poisoning.

I told him the next time he tries

to jack up the price at the last minute...

I'd find somebody else

up there to do business with.

I oughta stick a pineapple in his hat.

Lousy cops.

They sure picked

a swell time to get nosy.

Hell of a rut if Sorello shows up

with the booze with them still in there.

- Let's get a cup of coffee.

- Yeah, I could use one.

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