Underworld U.S.A. Page #5

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clocking 100,000 a week

In girls, numbers

and distribution.

Five grand's a bargain.

Yeah, but maybe he's

usin' Driscoll as an alibi.

He's been tryin'

to get out for months.

You know that.

No, I don't think so.

Look, he's very close

to his family.

He's worried stiff

about that daughter of his.

Besides, I warned him he'd be

putting her head on the block

If he even tried to think

of crossing us.

The syndicate bosses

in the field

Command the rackets

Like generals in the field

command divisions.

And lording it over

the syndicate wheels

Is the top brass.

The underworld's

combined chiefs of staff.

Each chief commands

a specific department.

Gela, narcotics.

Gunther, labor.

Smith, prostitution and so on.

They all have substantial

business fronts,

Pay taxes,

Wear respectable suits.

And lording it over

all of them

Is Earl Connors.

Their chief of staff.

Shrewd,

Warm,

Charitable.

An animal.

He arbitrates the disputes

between the syndicate bosses,

Pulls national strings,

And controls gangdom from their

headquarters at national projects.

A building only

A beehive

of concealed activity,

With a legitimate

business facade,

From the basement

to the penthouse

Executive offices.

Now.

The most vicious

increase in vice

Is the teenage

dope addict.

And...

the recruitment

of school girls

Into the ranks

of prostitution.

They're using coffeehouses

and soda shops as fronts.

The underworld is reaching

the young people

Of this country.

Our job...

is to get people

to prosecute.

Ha, ha.

Getting anybody to talk

is tough.

Families of informers

have been...

butchered, burned,

bludgeoned to death.

However,

We have found a man

who is not afraid.

He's called Menken.

He works as a bookkeeper

for national projects,

And he has agreed

to bring me evidence

That Earl Connors

is paying police chief fowler

$5,000 a week bribery

To permit local traffic

in dope and girls.

Connie, we've always

leveled with each other.

I'm washed up.

What are you

talking about?

I've been

on the take.

I've been getting

$5,000 a week

For turning my back on dope

traffic and prostitution.

I'm sorry,

Connie.

I haven't got the stomach

to face your mother.

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You'll have to.

I'm not gonna

tell her.

I don't know what you did

with all that money,

But you're gonna have to

tell her this yourself.

Those lectures you gave

the rookies every year.

Telling them that the lowest

crook in the world

Is a crooked cop.

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Why did you do it? Why?

Because they threatened to chop

your mother in a meat grinder

And send the pieces to me

in a basket!

You're alive.

That's all that counts to me.

You and...

mother are alive.

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