The St. Valentine's Day Massacre Page #3

- Right?

- Al, if you'd just listen to reason-

Shut up, Charlie!

Right now I'm doing the talking!

There's something else.

Take our palJack McGurn here.

Now, Jack's a nice fellow.

Does as he's told. Keeps his nose clean.

I wish I had a couple

of hundred like him.

So what happens here a month ago?

Damned if a punk of Moran's

don't up and turn a chopper loose on him!

Tony Lombardo.

My pal Tony.

I went to his funeral.

I cried at his funeral.

I bawled like a baby.

Here's a guy never carried

a gun in his whole life.

Middle of the Loop,

4:
30 in the afternoon...

two slugs through

the back of the head...

put there by a couple

of Bugs Moran's red hots!

Al, now, now, just

think a minute, huh?

I mean, going after Moran,

it just ain't good business.

Business!

I'm talking about staying alive!

Try getting it

through your cement head...

that what Moran's pulled so far,

that's just for openers!

He wants me!

He wants me dead!

The way Dion O'Bannion

wanted me dead!

The way Hymie Weiss

wanted me dead!

Right down there on 22nd street.!

Middle of the day.!

Damned if that crazy Polack don't

come looking for me with a whole army.!

That was Hymie Weiss for you.

And right now,

Moran's getting set...

to pull something just as crazy.

Well, the hell with that!

We're gonna get him before he gets me!

I want that Irish son of a b*tch... hit.

All right, Al.

You want Moran hit, we hit.

Of course, it's gonna

take a little time.

All right, now wait a minute.

All right, Al, you're sore.

Okay, nobody's saying you

haven't got a right to be sore.

But, now, you remember-

You want to argue with me, Charlie?

Work it out, Frank.

Only make it quick.

Quick? I don't know.

To tell the truth, Al...

there's a whole lot about the guy

we don't know to begin with.

Francesco Nittoni,

alias Frank "The Enforcer"Nitti-

born Montedoro, Sicily,

January 9, 1887.

Nitti is in charge of the Capone

organization's punishment squad...

made up of accomplished

strong-arm men and professional killers.

On March 19, 1943, while under

indictment for income tax evasion...

Nitti will use a gun for the last time-

to take his own life.

...before we could take the chance

to put him on the spot at all.

I don't want to hear all that.

Everybody wants to argue!

- I told you what to do. How long is it going

to take? - I don't know what to tell you.

- Honest, I don't. We got nothing to go on.

- I can't hear you, Frank.

Five weeks. Six at the most.

Six weeks? What are you gonna use

on him, a bow and arrow?

Something on your mind, Jack?

Well, uh, yes, sir.

Maybe I'm wrong to butt in like this...

but the last couple of months I've been

doing a little checking up on Moran.

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