Lucky Luciano Page #4

And when all of this

running around is over,

everyone will find himself back at the same

place, and everything will be as ever.

Not for everyone.

Not for Charles Lucky Luciano.

Bring me the dossier on Gene Giannini.

- Right away.

Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Gentlemen, here's Lucky Luciano.

I'm here. What do you wanna know'?

- Where were you all this time?

Did you escape from Italy?

- Who gave you a passport?

"Ah, what frenzy! One at a time, please!"

Is it true you owned all of

Cuba's gambling houses?

Let's go sit down, I've prepared a table.

Mr. Lucania, today at the UN,

they're talking about you, about drugs.

Who talks about drugs

is always the Narcotic Bureau!

And that Asslinger!

Anslinger.

Harry Anslinger,

the head of the Narcotics Bureau.

Asslinger!

He's German, protestant and a cop.

If a racketeer is mowed down,

it's Luciands fault.

If the Queen of England leaves her

husband, it's Luciano's fault.

If at a party people have fun,

and there must be.. how you say

in Italian, "stupefacente"? - Yeah.

And they point to Luciano!

But for all Luciano and drug

are by now the same thing.

I don't take any.

Yeah, but the scandal is

in every paper. Mr. Lucania,

they talked about it in the Congress,

in the U. S. Senate!

It's politics.

In America they should elect a president.

Dewey, a republican, is the best man.

So, the democrats

resumed the story that it was

he who pardoned me.

He pardoned you for helping the army.

Is it true that in 1943, they parachuted

you to prepare the invasion?

Never seen Sicily from above.

Never crossed on a plane.

I go there occasionally, by ship,

just to Palermo!

Where I got a sweets factory.

- Right. Filled chocolates.

The comfits.

And I soak in the sun, like in Capri!

- And the contraband?

From your return, Sicily has become the

headquarter for contraband of cigarettes.

Look:

I smoke cigarettes of state monopoly.

And I think I'm the only one in Naples.

You too, what do you smoke?

They have no evidence against me.

If there was even an inch of proof,

I'd be in jail in the blink of an eye!

Why hasn't the U. S. asked

for my extradition?

I'd be ready to go back,

even in handcuffs!

And defend myself.

- Even in handcuffs?

You want to go back to America?

You were born in Italy!

I came to America as a young boy,

I lived there for 30 years as a free man.

I was unjustly condemned by the false

evidence of pimps and prostitutes.

No respect for the rules!

But here in Italy,

it's like a persecution.

There are no rules. Here..

Here.. they don't even know what bail is!

It was during Prohibition. - Prohibition!

Another story of Jesuits like Asslinger!

People wanted to drink.

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