All language subtitles for La.Vera.Storia.di.Frank.Mannata.1969

'The True Story of Frank Mannata'

But it's tea.
How disgusting.

Hey, pal, what the hell
are you up to?

I want to see the boss.

Salvatore!
It's me, the kid!

Francesco!

Look at you!

Looking good, kid.

You can go, John,
he's my brother.

I'd knew you'd make it
to Chicago eventually.

Great.

Now tell me about our
mother, how did she die?

She died in her sleep.

Yes, in her sleep.

At peace with the world.

And me.

How's our little sister, Rossella?

She's fine, she runs a beauty parlour.

She's become a very
important woman.

- You don't know but she's married.
- I hear you're taken as well.

- I'll tell you later, drink.
- What is it?

Don't worry, it's good.
You've never tried it, Canadian whiskey.

The finest.

It might be
but our wine's better.

Isn't alcohol illegal?

If it wasn't illegal
I wouldn't have all this.

- Does it pay well?
- It pays.

But the ones who control
the monopoly earn the most.

Alfonso Messina's gang,
for example.

They're in charge,
they control everything.

Couldn't we take his place?

Not so fast.
This isn't Sicily.

Al Messina's gang is very powerful.
Powerful and merciless.

We're in America here,
don't forget that.

That's where I wanted you.

We're in America, you said it.

The land of the free,
of business.

And beautiful women.

I've given it a lot of thought.

And I'm done working
for other people.

I'm not risking jail time
for someone else.

In this country...

Francesco Mannata has arrived
in this marvellous country.

I came to America to make it big,
to be rich and important.

To build our empire.
The Mannata brothers' empire.

Do you like my plan?

It sounds good to me,
but be careful, kid.

They don't mess around
here in America.

Okay.
I'll be there in an hour.

Come with me and I'll show you
how things work in Chicago.

- So Messina runs everything from jail.
- Yes.

And the gang obeys him.

Messina's connected to all the
bosses in the United States.

If the gang turns on him they'll
have everyone against them.

- Who's in charge right now?
- Dick O'Connor.

- An Irishman who can't stand Italians.
- What are the police doing?

The spitfires keep them at bay.

Hey, Jack.
Keep guard.

Don't worry, Mr Mannata.

The federal agents have better
noses than hunting dogs...

so Al Messina set up the distillery
in an abandoned village.

Well?
Is the shipment ready?

Almost.

Hey, guys, when you've
finished disappear.

Hold on.
Who is he?

My brother, Francesco.
He arrived today from Italy.

Great, another Sicilian moron come
to fatten himself up in America.

Starting this week things have
changed slightly, my friend.

It's going to cost $2000 more.

What did you say?
Are you trying to ruin me?

Don't raise your voice.
These are Al Messina's orders.

They're not negotiable.

Besides, you know how hard it is
to get alcohol past the Feds.

Sure, but I've agreed
a price with my clients...

and they'll never accept
an increase like that.

Never!

If anyone objects
let us know.

Well?

Is $2000 okay?

Or do we hand our business
over to someone else?

Okay.

I'll pay.

Joe, are you ready?

Go.

It's exactly 1500 gallons,
if you want to check.

No.

The police!

It's the Feds!

Follow them.

Quick, destroy everything.

Have you seen a red car go past?

A red car!

Go to hell!

They've gone.

Okay, Jack.
To my sister's house now.

I'm very happy with you.

Go to sauna room three...

and tell Fred to increase the
temperature 3 degrees for 15 minutes.

Mrs. Logan is here.

Come and see me before you leave.

Look who I brought you.

- Rossella!
- I'm so happy!

- Little sister.
- I knew you'd come back.

I want to hug you again.

You look younger.

Elegant.
A classy lady.

What a ring!

Everything in here is great.
It must be worth a fortune.

Tell me, how did you manage
to put all this together?

- My husband set up the institute.
- But you improved it.

Right, you're married.
Let me meet your husband.

I'll call him right now.

What happened to you?
Something serious?

No, it's nothing, the usual tip-off.
The cops came but as always we got away.

Then he was there as well.

Sure he was, and I guarantee you
he hasn't changed one bit.

Wait, I'll call Timothy.

- Tell me something, what's he like?
- Who?

Timothy.

He's good man.
The nicest guy in the world.

He's Greek.

Sit down.

It's the usual story.
He came here many years ago.

He slowly earned a few dollars,
then he met Rossella.

Timothy, this is Francesco.

Excuse me, I was giving a massage,
I wouldn't want to dirty you.

- How are you?
- So you're Francesco.

Rose has told me all about you.

You did well to come to America.
It's a great country.

The most fantastic country
in the world.

Just like you I came here
without any money, and now...

A lot of that is down
to your sister.

She's a real treasure.
An extraordinary woman.

But I had to come here to meet her
and get her to fall in love with me.

So, you know what I say?
Long live America.

I have to go now because
I've got a client waiting.

Be seeing you.

We'll have dinner together.

He's a nice guy, I like him.

It's true, he's a very good man.

Always ready to forgive
all my absences.

Did you get the flowers
I sent for mother?

Yes.
Sure.

I put them on her grave.
A poor grave.

But one day, when we go back,
we'll have one made of marble.

It will be better than all the others.

What are you waiting for?
Aren't you going to show me around?

Yes.
Why not?

Look.

My compliments, little sister.

Your clients really are beautiful.

There's something more
interesting over here.

That's the real resource
of the institute.

She's sleeping with a Negro.

Dear god.

She's one of my best clients.

She's the daughter
of the chief of police.

Her father's a fanatical racist
but she doesn't think like him...

and I indulge her fantasies.

There are many others like her,
and all with the same tastes.

- There's even a senator's wife.
- She knows how to choose her clients.

And I'm telling you
she's got it right.

Interesting.
Much more interesting than you think.

- What does your husband think?
- Timothy? He does what I say.

Even if he wasn't so keen at first...

he soon came round to
my way of thinking.

Magnificent, sister.

This beauty institute could be a
gold mine, if you give me a hand.

What's ours is yours.

You could try to be a little
more accommodating.

The Paradise is one of
the best clubs in Chicago.

It's not enough.
It's either the best or nothing.

Remember that.

And The Paradise has to
be the number one club.

Who is she?

Lucia Barrett, her father's
a district judge.

Listen, what's her
connection to O'Brian?

I saw her in Rossella's
institute earlier.

Is she one of her unusual clients?

No, she's a special case.

Two teas.

- Make mine Scottish.
- Certainly, Mr. O'Brian.

Try to smile at least, dear.
The cream of Chicago are here tonight.

Yes, it's true.
It feels like Sing-Sing.

I'm glad you accepted
our invitation.

It wasn't necessary.
I never pay in this club.

We've invited all our best
clients to announce...

that The Paradise is under
new management...

and to offer you a pleasant
evening, among good friends.

The only way to do that
is to leave us alone.

You're forgetting we
have business in common.

We'll meet again.

Excuse me.

Do you still love me?

Sure, my love.

More and more.

- I wanted to talk to you.
- You could have knocked.

Go to your room, Bambi,
and wait for me there.

Let her pass.

What do you want, Romero?

I heard you've raised the
price of alcohol.

I don't want to pay one cent more
than I've always paid, is that clear?

You know it doesn't
depend on me.

What I can't stand about
these Italians...

is that they come to
America as peasants...

and they think they can
take over.

America isn't just for the Irish.

You do realise the consequences
of what you're asking me.

Less of the talk.

Wabash, 7-7-0.

Get me O'Connor.

It's Mannata.
Salvatore Mannata.

There's someone who
wants to talk to you.

It's Charlie Romero
the manager of the Trialon.

I'm not paying any more
than the agreed price.

And I'll tell the others
as well O'Connor.

Why are you getting so excited?
You'll pay what you've always paid.

I agree, tell Mannata as well.

I'm a friend, and I'll meet
you in the middle.

Trust me.

Thank you, O'Connor.

See how easy it is to come
to an agreement as gentlemen?

Even the mighty O'Connor turns
into a lamb when I shout.

Do you think he's right?

We'll found out tomorrow
morning in the papers.

You all know what to do.
Doctor, you go as well.

Hurry up.

Hello, Charlie.

Your friend Dick O'Connor
sends his regards.

Why are you talking like that, Jack?

I was joking.

O'Connor should have
known I was joking.

Here, take it, disappear and
don't you dare say a word.

You see what happens to anyone
who goes up against Al Messina.

Doctor, you can do your certificate.

Right in the heart.

We'll say he had a cardiac arrest.

The Wall Street crash
destroyed my father.

It pushed him to the
verge of suicide.

I know.

My brother told me.

It was Al Messina who
helped him, right?

Yes.

But he made him sign a document
so he could blackmail him.

It's useful having a judge
on your payroll.

Yes, I understand.

And now Messina's in jail,
who's got this document?

O'Brian, in his safe.

That's why you're his lover.

Yes.

He said he'd be prepared to
give it back to me if I...

I'll do whatever it takes
to save my father.

Sure, you being a judge's daughter.

No, that isn't why.

I wouldn't care who he was
or what he did if I loved him.

That bastard won't give
you back anything.

I know, but he loves me.

And only by being by his side can
I stop him blackmailing my father.

But now I can't stand
him anymore.

I can't go on.

It's late, I should go.
O'Brian will be waiting for me.

Thanks, Frank.

Goodnight.

Don't move and keep
your hands on the table.

There's a gun pointed
at you, O'Brian.

Now listen carefully.

Go to the safe and get the
document concerning judge Barrett.

- And why?
- Do as I say.

- And if I refuse?
- Go!

I recognised you, moron.

Really?

Hello?

Get me Wabash, 7-7-0.

O'Connor.
O'Brian is dead.

Tell the doctor to write out
a death certificate.

Heart attack.

Hello?

Who are you?
Answer me.

Who are you?

That's the Senator's wife.

That's the daughter of
the chief of police.

That's enough.
Turn on the light.

Great work, Spencer.

Print some copies in black
and white and send them to me.

With the negatives.

I've decided to fill your pockets
with dollars, but on one condition.

You've got to keep your
mouth shut, otherwise...

Don't worry,
discretion is my strength.

Good for you.

It will all be simple now.

Because your senators,
judges, businessmen...

will have to pay for our protection...

if they don't want to see their
wives and daughters in all the papers.

- What do you think?
- Yes, it's a very important step.

I'm not saying no.

But I don't think it's enough
to defeat O'Connor.

You don't know him,
but I do.

He's right, we need men
and a pile of cash.

- We'll have both.
- Sure, and how?

It's obvious, just use the same
methods we used in Sicily.

Protection.

Down there it was shepherds
and their flocks...

but here we have the
opportunity to protect everyone.

And they'll all pay.
This is going to be big.

Francesco Mannata's word.

Agreed?

Agreed.

How much does he want
for the negatives?

Senator, if you ask me there are some
things in life that don't have a price.

And this happens to
be one of them.

- What are you getting at?
- Come on, Senator.

You know better than me.

I seriously doubt it would help
your electoral campaign...

if the newspapers published
these photos of your wife...

in a rather compromising position.

You understand me, right?

- What do you want from me?
- I'll be honest with you.

You'll have to work on
a project of mine.

I have fixed ideas about this city.

It's going to be a hard battle and
we may have trouble with the law.

I need a friend with influence who
can get me out of a tricky situation.

And who better than a senator with
ambitions to become state governor.

Then you organised all this
just to corrupt me.

You're getting $5000 a month from Al
Messina to do the same favours I need.

And remember, if you and your wife
were so respectable I wouldn't be here.

But I certainly don't want
you to lose out.

This is $10,000, so you'll
profit from the change.

Be my friend, Senator,
and you won't regret it.

I really think Charlie Temple is going
to be the next state governor.

My regards to your wife.

- Did you come here to thank me?
- No, for love.

You don't have any regrets?

Have you thought about
what you're doing?

I'm willing to do anything
to take over this city.

And you're not scared?

I'll make you the most envied
woman in Chicago.

It doesn't look like they're
taking us seriously.

Too bad for them.

That's me.

You wrote to me saying you could
help me improve my business.

I'm not one to refuse,
so I came here to listen to you.

I get the impression I'm the only one
who accepted your invitation.

Too bad for them they
didn't come...

but we should be able to come
to an agreement with you.

Agreement? Why should I come
to an agreement with you?

Lady, you need to be protected.

Protected?
Who from?

Who could threaten me?

You make quite a profit
from your discreet clientele.

Not quite so discreet, gentlemen.

I have many what you would
call high-profile clients.

Precisely.

Now, let's say these people don't
find that tranquillity anymore...

in those peaceful surroundings
they're so used to.

But trouble kept breaking out.

Attacks, or things like that.

In that case...

How could you continue without
the protection we're offering you.

And you called me here to
listen to this nonsense.

Let me tell you something.

You're lucky I don't call my
people to deal with you.

So, no lawyer.

I didn't want to cause a scene.

But now I'm afraid some folks
are going to be in real trouble.

You've always got a solution
for everything.

Sure, that's why I'm here.

They're armed!
Warn the others!

Get out of here, quick!

Good evening, Mary.

Let me go!
I don't want to die!

Are you crazy?

Dirty bastard!

Who told you to do that?
Get out of Chicago.

I don't want to see you around.

And don't try to hide because
if I find you I'll kill you.

You need protection, Mary.

I've never liked scum like you!

Salvatore.

What a mess.

But it could have been worse.

$1000 a week is enough to make
sure these things don't happen.

- Are you sure, doctor?
- You can count on it, Dick.

This information has cost
me quite a bit of cash.

Their takings for two months of
protection appears to be around $300,000.

Protection.

- It's not a bad idea.
- I don't like it one bit.

Salvatore's changed since his brother
turned up and soon he'll turn on us.

You're right,
we'll have to deal with him.

It won't be easy, the Mannata
gang is getting bigger...

and with the protection rackets
they're getting more powerful.

In that case we'll have
tackle them legally.

We'll send some cops round
to The Paradise...

and Salvatore will be
our friend again.

Don't you agree?

The chief of police is here in person
and he's making a lot of noise.

Do you mind, Bambi?
Your number's coming up.

Sorry Mr. Mannata but you'd better
come next door, the clients are scared.

Don't worry,
I'll calm the clients down.

You tell the men to stay calm
and don't do anything stupid.

There's no need.

- Good evening.
- Come on, outside.

- Calm down.
- What?

- Calm down.
- Are you crazy?

Please, sit down.

Something tells me you're in
no position to order me around.

I represent the law, Mannata,
and you deal in liquor...

and I swear this time I'll
lock you up like a dog!

Don't touch me!

And don't shout!

I've got something that should interest
you a hell of a lot more than liquor.

Order your officers to
leave us alone...

and I'm sure we'll be able to
come to an agreement.

Well?
What do you say?

Isn't it more interesting than alcohol?

I'd like all your officers
to leave the club.

One of my girls will take you home.

- Everyone out.
- Yes, sir.

And close the door.

Sit down.

- What do you want for the photos?
- Strange...

The only daughter of a man like you,
noted for hating coloured people...

ends up in the arms of a Negro.

If the press found out it would make
for a very interesting political story.

Don't you agree?

- How did you get them?
- It doesn't matter.

What matters is that me and my
brother can count on you for favour...

if we ever need one.

Where are the negatives?
Don't take me for a fool.

Don't worry, the negatives
will never leave this place.

You have my word.

This is for you.

There's $5000.
It's all yours, take it.

Hold on a second.
I almost forgot.

Someone's going to hold up a
jewellers on Wall Street in a few days.

I want you to arrest him.

He won't give you any trouble.
We'll let you know in good time.

Now go.

Thanks very much, Flanagan.
You'll get what you were promised.

Damned fools, they tricked us!

You got it wrong, the Mannata's are
far more powerful than you thought.

We must inform Al Messina
immediately.

Shut up!
Leave that chair alone!

Or do you plan on sitting
on it one day?

Hi, Lucia.
Did you enjoy yourselves?

It was an unforgettable night.
Everyone in Chicago was there.

Verdi, Martinelli, Toscanini.
I felt like I was in Italy.

I noticed something when I arrived.

Some clients wanted me to thank you
for the elegant way took care of things.

The cops went easy on us
this time, very easy.

It's all down to the chief
of police, Mr. Buchanan...

and as of tonight he's one of us.

I almost forgot.

Even Patty has paid for
our protection.

Things are starting to pick up.

I'll only be satisfied when we
control all the liquor trade.

That's where the real money is.

But to do that you'll have to
take out the boss, kill Al Messina.

And you think we haven't
already thought of that?

Well? Do you understand
what Turk told you?

Do you know what you
have to do?

Yes.

And your wife agrees?

Yes.

But I want to be sure my wife and kids
are well looked after while I'm away.

Francesco Mannata gives you his word.
Do we have a deal?

Yes.

Here, I bought everything,
and there's even some change.

Keep it.

I saw a funfair nearby,
spend it there.

Thanks, mister.

Understood, Mike?

The next time you visit me...

I want you to tell me all the
Mannata's have been exterminated.

No one will ever take
Al Messina's place.

Tell O'Connor to make sure my
orders are carried out.

Okay, Al, consider them
already dealt with.

Here comes the spaghetti!

You were better off
inside with your men.

No, it's better outside,
in the open.

Whatever you say!

One day we'll go back
and you'll come with me.

With her pockets full of dollars.

A toast to our family.

- Isn't this illegal?
- We have a permit.

Don't worry, just drink.

- We'll take care of the rest.
- In that case, long live Italy!

And long live America.

Lucia.
Zigzag.

Slow down.

But my dear Buchanan,
that's just the way it is.

No, I'm not trying to step
on your turf.

But as a federal agent I can't just
ignore what's happening.

The murder rate in the city
keeps going up.

I know, but unfortunately my men
haven't found any leads, no proof.

I don't want another St. Valentine's
day massacre in Chicago.

We may not be able to put
Mannata behind bars...

but even if it costs me my job,
I'll make sure he's deported.

Get me The Paradise immediately.
I want to talk to Frank Mannata.

That man, your honour,
must end up in the federal prison...

and he'll have to serve
his sentence in the third wing.

Yes.

That's easy!
Good, good.

Most of all I'm happy for you.

Yes, of course.

Well?
All taken care of?

I've done the impossible.

I even called Washington
but all I've managed to do...

is delay your deportation
by two months.

What am I paying you for?
The contracts for a passport?

I'm very sorry but the order comes
directly from the federal police.

I don't give a damn about
your federal police.

You stop them, Senator,
or you'll be sorry.

With the Feds involved there's
really nothing I can do.

I told you from the first
day you arrived.

It's easy to get rid of someone
if they're not an American citizen

All I'm asking you to do
is use your brain.

Excuse me, Miss Barrett.

- You're an American citizen.
- Yes.

Then marry her right away.
Marry her.

And not even the Feds could deport
the husband of a United States citizen.

You'd do that?

Wait.

It was my mother's.

We'll get married tomorrow.

Senator.

This will save me
but it's saved you as well.

You're a lucky man.

We're in America
and you kiss the bride here.

Here they come!

Listen.

We'll be gone a few days,
at least until the papers publish...

- a certain story.
- Just the two of you?

I'm taking three men with me.
You might need the others.

Congratulations.

Have fun.

- Did you get the money?
- Yes, of course, regularly.

Even the lawyer's been paid.
He says you'll make bail.

- You'll be out soon.
- No, I'm better off in here for now.

No whispering.

You want everyone to hear
what I have to say to my wife?

Can I kiss her, at least?

Al Messina mysteriously
poisoned in jail.

- Mannata talked to him?
- Sure, at his house.

And a few days later he was arrested
for that jewellery store robbery.

Then they put him in the same
ward as Al Messina.

There are too many coincidences.

His wife disappeared
mysteriously yesterday.

Round up all the men.
We're going to the Paradise...

and we'll settle the score with
the Mannata's once and for all.

No, don't be so hasty.

You see, times have changed.

These Italians might be bastards
but they're not cowards.

You've got to strike them
at their weak point.

The family.

I'm going next door
to Patrizia Wonderley.

The cosmetics she asked
for have arrived.

- I could give them to her.
- No, don't trouble yourself.

Have a look at the sauna.
Something isn't working.

Okay, whatever you say.

Good morning, Rose.

I'm sorry to call you here, it isn't
true that the cosmetics have arrived.

It was an excuse.

But I really wanted to
see you again.

I thought so.
But let's do something, Rose...

Why don't you take me home?

I've got a little apartment
on Buffalo street.

We could talk more freely.

Who is it?
Salvatore?

Is everything okay there?
It's all quiet.

Yes, I understand.

Don't worry, I'll see you
in a couple of days.

Look, let's make it three.

No, four.

Sure.

Call me here in Mount Valley
if there are any developments.

Say hello to Rose and Bambi.

What?
Am I a happy man?

Yes.
What kind of question is that?

What's wrong?

Aren't you happy?

Why do we have to go back
to Chicago so soon?

I'm scared.
Wouldn't it be better go to Europe?

A man like you can make his
fortune in Europe as well.

What do you know about Europe?

The real money is here, in America.

And only here.

I could shower you in
fur coats and diamonds.

And only here...

could I buy you a house in Miami.

Or here in Mount Valley.

Or wherever you want.

Hello, Rose.

Come in.

Did you bring the cosmetics?

I'm coming, Salvatore.

I'm going to have a bath.

You know I'm starting to get
used to the idea of marriage.

I must confess I'm jealous of
Francesco and I thought of something.

As soon as he gets back
we'll get married as well.

- I'm not doing it because I love you.
- No? Why then?

When a man gets to a certain
age he has to settle down.

In my country it's usually the
eldest who gets married first.

But Francesco has beaten me to it.

So you're only doing it
to get even with him.

- Yes.
- Liar!

I surrender.

I love you.

I left the water running!

Don't move!

I'm sorry.
We used to be good friends.

We worked well together before that
lunatic brother of yours arrived.

It's a real shame.

Why did you do it?

I had to avenge Al's death,
don't you agree?

Killing Bambi, a poor girl
who had no part of this.

No, killing your sister.

Don't worry about her,
she died gracefully.

- It suited her.
- Coward.

Coward!

- Dirty worm!
- Hold him still!

Listen to me.

I want to offer you and brother
one last chance of salvation.

You tell me where he is.

I'll call him in front of you
and you'll hear my proposal.

Come on, tell me.

Don't be a hero, talk!

Tell me!

Okay, call 5-3-5-9
in Mount Valley.

Who?
O'Connor?

- It's me, what do you want?
- Listen carefully, Frank.

You killed Al Messina but it didn't
work out because I'm your enemy now.

Compared to me Messina
was a little angel.

But there's more,
your sister Rose is dead.

And what's more,
right now...

your brother's here in front of me,
watched by my men.

If you want to save him,
this is what I'm offering you...

You'll give me the Paradise and a list
of all the people you're protecting.

From now they'll pay me.

In return I'll accompany you and your
brother and that whore you married...

to the Canadian border.

You'll leave America without a dime.
Peasants, just as you arrived.

You don't believe me?
Listen to your brother.

Perhaps he's more reasonable than you?

Goodbye, kid!

Listen, you really don't
want to stay with us?

No, I'm going straight
back to work.

I'll feel closer to her.

- Do you need a ride?
- No, thanks.

Who can hurt me?

Poor Timothy.

It's not enough.
It's either the best or nothing.

I came to America to make it big,
to be rich and important.

To build our empire.
The Mannata brothers' empire.

Not so fast.
This isn't Sicily.

Al Messina's gang is very powerful.

Be careful, kid, they don't
mess around here in America.

Wabash, 7-7-0.
Right away, please.

Frank Mannata speaking.

It's you, Frank.

I knew you were back
but I wasn't expecting you to call.

You're just a dirty lowlife,
a dirty worm.

A worm whose hand I wouldn't shake
for all the gold in the world.

However, now Al Messina's dead...

You're in charge of the gang,
and you control the liquor trade.

The way things stand either
you'll kill me or I'll kill you.

I don't see any other way.

- So how about we make a deal?
- Yes, I don't mind the idea.

We can divide the city up
and control it completely.

We don't have to be friends
to be partners...

but how do you propose
we arrange the terms of this deal?

I don't trust you,
you don't trust me.

So, where do we meet?
Do you have somewhere in mind?

Let's do this, I'll meet you at the
Paradise, tomorrow, in broad daylight.

I assure you there won't
be anyone there.

But, before you come,
send two men.

When they're sure it's empty we'll
go in, just us two, alone and unarmed.

I suggest you accept.

It will be easier for us
to take him out.

Okay, but listen carefully.

I'll be there at three
with my men...

but if I see just one of your men I'll
blow the place sky high, you have my word.

Remember that.

Don't worry.

I'll come alone.

But don't forget my organization
only works if I'm alive, you got that?

Quick, sound the alarm.
All available men with me!

There's a shoot-out
outside Mannata's club.

Here's the police.

- Are you the one who called us?
- Yes, that's right, I'm Dr. McDonald.

I was passing by when I saw these
men shooting at each other.

Doctor, are you sure the shots
didn't come from Mannata's club?

From here, you say?

Certainly not.

I was in that store
and I saw them clearly.

They were shooting at each other.

What are you doing here?

It's quite a coincidence
all of us being here.

It isn't a coincidence at all.
I'm the one who called the police.

Well I was called here
by Frank Mannata.

Really?

He asked me to intervene.

O'Connor's men were killing
each other outside his club.

If only everyone in Chicago
behaved like him.

Criminals wouldn't have it so easy.

Yes, I understand.
I guess I got it wrong.

It happens.

I'm just low paid federal agent.

You've been gone one year, Rose.

But for me...

It feels like it was yesterday.

Subtitled by MDMA
March 2015