The St. Valentine's Day Massacre Page #4

He lives at the Belden Essex Apartments

on Lincoln Park West.

Apartment 5-C.

Uses the name George Miller.

He's crazy

about his wife and kid.

He stays home most nights.

Never goes anywhere without two torpedoes-

Willie Marks and Ted Newberry...

both bad guys to tangle with.

If that's any help, Mr. Capone.

You left something out, Jack-

where he buys his BVDs.

I said I wish I had a couple

of hundred like him.

Now you know why.

Come here, Jack.

You want to know something, Jack?

I like a guy who can use his head

for something besides a hat rack.

And seeing as how you know

so much about Moran...

I'm giving you the job

of getting rid of him.

If that's okay with you, Frank.

I got no objections.

- Think you can handle it, kid?

- Yes, sir.

There's just one thing, Mr. Capone.

We may have to take some

of Moran's boys with him.

I'll send flowers.

I'm not scared

of a war with Capone.

It's gonna be him or me.

If he'd stuck to his word

these past couple of years...

it would be a different story.

But every deal he's made,

he's broken.

O'Bannion thought

he could deal with him.

Weiss did too.

Well, I don't have to tell you

how they ended up.

George Clarence Moran-

born St. Paul, Minnesota,

July 9, 1893.

Ex-convict. Burglar. Horse thief.

Hijacker. Suspected killer.

Present leader of Chicago's notorious

and long-established North Side Mob...

which, during the past five years...

has been almost constantly at war

with the Capone organization...

for control of the city's bootlegging

and gambling profits.

During these five years, every previous

leader of the North Side gang...

has been murdered

by the Capone interests.

Hymie shook the dirty hand

of that rotten greaseball!

Oh, sure, sure. We've been giving him

a lot of trouble lately.

But I'm telling you here and now

that it's not enough.

Not when you figure

what he's been doing to us-

pushing his slop in our saloons...

hijacking our trucks...

and sending punks like thatJack McGurn

up here to snoop around.

Well, that may bejake with you guys...

but not me.

I say it's time we put Al Capone

and his bums out of business.

For good!

George... with what?

You can start a war with Capone,

but you're not going to win it.

Not when every wop in town

is working for him.

I know some that aren't-

Joe Aiello's mob.

That five-and-dime punk?

Capone don't even know he's alive.

- Jimmy, that's no way to talk about our

new partner. - Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- What is this, some kind of rib?

- Sit down, Frank.

Since when do we hook up

with a bunch of crummy spics?

You can count me out.

Don't you pop off to me,

you stupid Kraut.

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