The St. Valentine's Day Massacre Page #6

And if there were

any shooting to start-

Well, I'd tell the cockeyed

world it won't be you.

Think we want some lousy amateur

gummin' up the works?

Why, I wouldn't even let

you kill my own mother.

The Gusenbergs will do

their shooting, Johnny.

All I'm asking you to do

is drive the car.

That, and maybe use a little

muscle if things get rough.

Pay's a hundred bucks.

Now, are you in, or out?

- It's a hundred bucks for the whole job?

- Uh-huh.

I'll do it.

Besides, I really need the money.

Come on, darlin'.

Don't you want any more?

Nicholas Sorello-

born Marsala, Sicily,

May 13, 1872.

Brought to the United States

by his cousin Dominic Forenza...

when in his late 30's.

Married with five children

and 11 grandchildren.

He has had difficulty learning

the ways of the New World...

and has lived

in continual poverty.

He will be murdered

on February 15, 1929...

less than 24 hours

after completion...

of the only criminal

activity of his life.

Come in.

Mr. McGurn?

- I'm Nick Sorello.

- Sit down, Nick.

Want a drink?

Something to eat?

Thank you, no.

It is kind of you to ask.

Dominic Forenza says

you're a man can be trusted.

Maybe that is because

my memory, it is very bad.

What do you do for a living, Nick?

I have the truck.

Sometimes I'm selling the vegetables.

Sometimes I'm in the moving business.

It's very hard to get a good job

when you talk with accent.

Yeah.

Any trouble with the cops?

No. One time, yes.

They tell me I'm moving the, uh...

stolen goods.

I say, "I do not know this."

They take what is in my truck.

They let me go.

Same thing as in old country.

It's no different here.

Got a job for you, Nick.

Bring it off, you get paid big.

Five hundred bucks.

It honors me to serve you,

Mr. McGurn.

You're gonna need a couple paisani-

guys that can keep their traps shut.

Sometime tonight there'll be a car

left in front of your house.

It'll be hot, so ditch it

soon as the job's finished.

Got that?

Write this down.

Tomorrow morning,

9:
00 on the nose...

you and your boys be on 33rd Street...

half a block west of Robie.

You're gonna need a gun.

A gun?

That is something

I do not have, Mr. McGurn.

Guns make trouble.

No bullets, no trouble, okay?

Okay.

Operator?

Yeah, Lettie, get me the cops.

I just seen a hijack being pulled off.

Johnny and me got our

end of it down pat.

Now all we need to know is-

Yeah?

Mr. Moran, it's Nick Sorello.

Mr. Sorello,

I don't think I know you.

Yeah. Yeah.

What label?

Uh-huh.

How much you asking?

All right, suppose you call me back

in an hour and a half.

Yeah, do that.

- What was all that about?

- A guy named Sorello.

He's got 80-odd cases of Old Log Cabin

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