The Scarface Mob Page #2

Mr. Ness.

Joe's an ex-convict.

He served five years in Joliet

for armed robbery.

LaMarr Kane. Sit down, Joe.

This is Hansen.

- Flaherty.

- Flaherty.

- Rossman.

- Rossman.

Seven honest men against

the underworld empire of Al Capone.

Oh, hello, boys.

Hello, Jake. Willy.

What's the word?

Federal boys have organized

some kind of special squad

just to take care of our setups.

No kidding?

This time I hear they mean it.

Well, we ain't gonna let them get away

with that, are we?

Of course not, Frank.

We'll have the boys take care of it.

There you are.

There are those extra 3 grand

to cover those cops on the North Side.

- Oliver?

- No, no.

You don't have to worry

about this stuff.

No, my wife freezes hard with me if

I come home with liquor on my breath.

I'm gonna have to get

another thousand, Jake.

For what?

Well, some of the boys

have been doing a lot of extra work

trailing those feds for you.

That's their job.

Well, it's still extra work

no matter how you look at it.

I'm not even getting

my commission on this deal.

One grand here, one there,

where are we gonna come out?

Now, don't start holding us up.

They shut them up for you,

didn't they?

Make sure it stays that way.

Give him the grand.

While Frank Nitti was making

arrangements with Chicago Police,

Eliot Ness was having a rare date

with Betty Anderson,

a girl he had been going with

for over a year.

Hello there.

- Stop dancing?

- No.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing. Why?

You don't look as though

you're enjoying yourself.

I'm sorry, honey,

I try to put things out of my mind...

Try harder.

No work tonight, remember?

Every time I see someone drinking

a Capone booze...

No work tonight.

Nothing like a woman

to get your mind off things.

Depends on what things

you're talking about.

Well, you're giving me ideas.

Is that wrong?

You don't know the ideas.

What will we have for dessert?

What do you want?

Something special.

Something special.

"Marjolaine. Crpe suzettes."

It's a pretty fancy place, Mr. Ness.

"Cherries jubilee."

- What are they?

- I'll ask.

No. Let's just order them

and find out.

You're on.

Excuse me.

Miss Anderson, this is Joe Fuselli.

- Pleased to meet you.

- How do you do?

We got a setup.

I'm sorry, honey, we're gonna have

to postpone those cherries jubilee.

Waiter.

Check.

The first Capone still wrecked by the

Ness squad was in Chicago Heights.

Knocking over one wouldn't begin

to shake the Capone empire.

But Ness intended to use this

as a wedge

to pry open some seams

in the organization.

- Come on.

- You sure you're feds?

Yeah, we're feds.

Everything wrecked, 100 percent.

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