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No law can change that.

Now, I can guarantee

that your share of the profits...

...won't be under

one million dollars a month.

You sure know your onions,

Mr. Torrio.

Soon as you waved that dough,

you had him by the balls.

Shut up. Shut up.

I broke my ass trying

to put this deal together.

You almost killed the whole thing.

"What are you worried about,

Mr. Stenson?

The feds are a bunch of dopes,

Mr. Stenson."

Alphonse, what's the matter?

Don't you use your head?

Come on.

I'm gonna tell you something.

From now on, we're gonna be dealing

with a lot of important people.

Judges, lawyers, businessmen,

big politicians.

To get anywhere with them...

...you're gonna have to learn

how to look like them.

Walk and dress like them.

Most important, you have to learn

how to talk like them.

Because the minute you open your

mouth, like you did with Joe Stenson...

...when they find out you're a punk,

they won't come within a mile of you.

Are you listening

to what I'm telling you?

Sure, Mr. Torrio, sure.

Pete.

Hello, boys.

Frank, stay in the car.

- When Weiss gets here, send him inside.

- Okay.

Pete, I want you in there with me.

There's our gold mine.

Twenty-eight miles long,

16 miles wide. Two million people.

And that's not even taking in

the little towns around the edges.

Now, do you have any idea

how much whiskey, how much beer...

...two million people can drink

in a year?

In a week?

Or how many broads they can screw,

hey, Johnny?

I hear that

a good whorehouse wop...

...like yourself

and the Genna boys, here...

...have got a setup that brings in

a lot of dough.

Is that right, Johnny?

It's a profitable business,

Mr. O'Banion.

But peanuts

to what I'm talking about.

So, what the hell are you talking about?

Getting into bootlegging?

Every mob in town's

involved in it already.

Deanie and myself, we got a flock

of them North End joints.

And we're moving beer in there

as fast as we can.

Especially out-of-town beer,

huh, Hymie?

You got something to say,

just spit it out.

O'Donnell here had 600 barrels

coming in from Joliet Monday night.

They never showed up.

- Isn't that right, Spike?

- That's right.

- You saying we hijacked it?

- You bet your f***ing ass.

Alphonse.

You see, this is another reason

why I called this sit-down.

We gotta stop this fighting.

Quit this name-calling.

Before we start killing each other.

Now, look, we start off by cutting

the town up into territories.

O'Banion territory.

Spike O'Donnell.

Little Italy, the Genna brothers.

The Loop, and the rest

of the South Side is mine.

You're taking one hell of a big bite.

Yeah, that's right, Mr. Weiss.

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