Gangster Land

Where do you want this, ma?

Here on the counter.

Vinny, what happened to your face?

- Aw, it's nothin', you should see the other guy.

Why you do the fighting?

Why you no play the golf that you like?

That's a rich guy's sport, ma.

Once I turn pro, I'll be able to play golf all the time.

And buy you and pop anything you want.

- Vinny, I already got everything I want.

I know, I know.

- Make sure you got enough for us next week.

- Sure, sure, no problem, gentlemen.

I sell you all the sugar, all the yeast you need.

More guys from the genna mob?

Don't worry about them.

They just need ingredients to make the booze.

- So maybe you shouldn't be sellin'

your homemade wine right now.

You don't want them thinkin' that you're their competition.

Competition?

It's no competition.

Nobody make better wine than I do.

Plus, hey, we need the money.

Yeah, I know, pop.

- Hey, this crazy prohibition these politicians make,

it's an opportunity for everybody.

And why we come to America?

Opportunity.

I know, I know, I know.

All right, I gotta go for a run, okay.

I gotta be in tip-top shape for tomorrow.

Come on, O'Malley!

My grandma hits harder than that.

He's done.

- Jesus, I thought we were supposed to be sparring in here.

- Sorry sergeant, i got carried away.

Yeah, take it easy, Jack!

O'Malley's jaw swells up, he won't be able

to eat any donuts for a week.

Yeah, fuck you, landa.

He's got a good left hand.

Lookin' good, Jack.

Lookin' real good.

Thank you.

You ready for tomorrow night?

- Are you kiddin', that's my big debut.

- Just wish it was a sanctioned event.

Can't have 'em in Chicago anymore like they do back east.

Nah, that's okay.

A charity event for veterans, what could be better?

You're gonna be there, right?

Wouldn't miss it.

Swell.

Well look, I gotta get in the shower.

I gotta go to the store and see my pop.

Sorry again, sergeant.

Yeah, yeah.

He's hits like a mule considering how young he is.

Oh, is that your excuse, Bob?

Even your hookers don't go down that fast.

Yeah, fuck you.

- And in the other corner, fighting for the Irish,

making his big debut, battling Jack mcgurn!

Here's our boy, Jackie!

Come on, Jack!

Well, well, look who's here.

Capone.

- A little far from the south side, isn't he?

- Fight fans go where the fights are, huh?

Hey, you don't think he's here to gamble, do you?

- Oh, a fine upstanding citizen like him?

No, he's taking another poor orphan boy

to his first sporting event.

- I feel bad I misjudged him.

Uh, oh!

Frankie!

Grazie, mama.

The bread's a little tough.

- Papa told me you knocked the guy's block off.

Yep.

It even bounced around the canvas a few times.

Vinny!

What, I'm only kidding!

It's a figure of speech.

- Hey, why don't you tell your mama what happened next?

What?

- Well, there were some promoters at the fight tonight.

They said after a few more tune-ups,

they're gonna put me on the pro fight card out in Aurora.

That's my boy!

Here's to the next welterweight champion of the world!

Salud!

Salud.

Salud.

Salud.

No, no.

You think we're stupid?

We know what you're doin'.

What?

- Nobody sells liquor on the West Side

except the genna family!

- This is the only warning you're gonna get.

What time you got?

It's a little before ten.

You want me to take over?

Nah, I don't mind driving.

You get used to these Canadian runs after a while.

- I gotta say, torrio's fuckin' right, it's worth the drive.

Especially compared to that bathtub shit people drink.

What's this?

You havin' trouble?

No, you are.

Buddy, just take a minute.

You don't know whose truck this is.

Sure I do, it's mine.

Look, this is the south side.

This is Johnny torrio's territory.

You gotta be crazy!

- Well, I've heard that before.

Sometimes people even call me 'bugs'.

Fuck.

It's bugs moran.

You're with the o'banion mob.

That's right.

Only Mr. o'banion doesn't just run the north side.

Now he runs the south side, West Side, all sides.

Make sure your tell torrio that.

Get out.

Tell him we said thanks.

We appreciate you doin' all the drivin'.

And thanks for the new truck.

Tough break, kid.

I don't suppose the purse was too big either.

- The big money goes to the guys at the top of the card.

Name's al, by the way.

Jack.

No, you're not.

Been asking around about you.

Your name's vinny demory.

What's with the name change?

- If you've been around the fight game,

you know for some reason people don't go for Italian boxers.

But the Irish?

They love 'em.

So I told the police at the gym that my name

was Jack mcgurn and they said, "welcome, kid, come on in."

Smart.

Stupid micks.

So, how'd you like to make some real money, Jack?

How do you mean?

My boss, Mr. torrio.

Johnny torrio?

- Mr. torrio, is always lookin' for smart guys

who know how to climb up the ladder.

- Yeah, well, my pop's got enough

trouble with the gennas as it is.

The gennas?

They're bums.

They'll get theirs some day.

- I just don't want to get involved with guns or nothin'.

Who said anything about guns?

With those mitts of yours?

We're just lookin' for a little bit

of protection for our drivers.

You want to help out your family, don't ya?

Yeah, of course.

So what do you say?

Look, if you don't like it, no hard feelings.

- I tell ya, this prohibition, it's the

best thing that ever happened to me.

Yeah?

That's funny, my pop says the same thing.

What the hell?

- Step out of the truck please.

What's in the truck?

Groceries.

Oh, yeah?

The liquid kind?

Let's take a look.

Come on, guys.

Is that really necessary?

Shut your mouth, alright?

We're going to have to confiscate this truck.

So, what's the tally?

- Just under a hundred thousand dollars this month.

That's it?

No, that can't be right.

What about all the booze we've been swipin' from Capone?

We're saving a bundle not having to buy own own trucks!

- It's really none of my business, Mr. o'banion,

but torrio and Capone are still

bringing in more money than you are,

and it's largely due to their brothels.

If you're asking me.

Well, I didn't!

But if you ask me, I'll tell you this.

Booze is one thing, but the holy mother would

never forgive me for startin' cat houses up here.

That may be okay for those spaghetti bendin' pimps,