Capone (2020) - full transcript

The 47-year old Al Capone, after 10 years in prison, starts suffering from dementia and comes to be haunted by his violent past.

You alright, Fonse?

Gino, grab him!

Here we go, I got ya.

You're alright.

Let's go.

Come on, I got ya.

So what're you thankful for,

Vince?

My back teeth.

Aww.

And Ralphie?

I'm grateful today that Freddy

is finally back home.

Salut.

And Berta?

I don't know.

You don't know?

You gotta have something

you're thankful for.

You gotta come up

with something.

Why?

It's Thanksgiving,

that's what we do.

What's Thanksgiving about?

What do you mean?

What, the whole thing?

Uh...

Alright, you get

the short version

'cause you're a short person.

It all started when Nana

and your great grandpa,

Gabriel, when they first came

to America.

And they roamed the land

for many, many, many years

searching for a new home.

Back then Nana used to ride

on top of my father's back.

That's how they used to get

around back then.

So, after all this following,

this lookin' and searching,

finally the found it.

A new home.

A nasty, cramped, little shoebox

with a broke window,

a mattress, and three rats,

on a crappy little street

in Brooklyn.

Park Slope.

You ever been to Park Slope?

Didn't think so.

So we would sit up by the broke

window with them three rats

and we'd look out that window

at all them other families out

there having their lavish parties

and all their home-cooked pies

and their roasted turkeys

and their stuffing with

topped cranberries

and mountains of mashed potatoes

and gravy, all that fancy stuff.

All them families out there,

except for us.

Why?

'Cause we was broke.

We had nothing.

So every-every year about

this time we get together

as a family and we shove it

in Brooklyn's face.

Yeah, that's Thanksgiving.

I love you.

What?

I love you.

I love you, too.

You alright?

Yeah.

Fonse!

Ah?

You got a call.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

Where are you?

Cleveland.

Cleveland.

Uh...

I just wanted to say

Happy Thanksgiving.

Dad.

Hey,

what are you doing?

Yeah, I got family here.

Is there something

that you need?

You know, Fonse.

What you need is a good

fuckin' mechanic.

Get a nice oil change.

It's not the fuckin' oil.

You remember that 341A?

Remember that?

Nah.

Yeah, Cadillac.

What Cadillac?

The Cadillac, the one you down

in Wabash.

It was Hammond.

It was the modern one.

Yeah, yeah, it was the modern

one, but it was Hammond.

I can't remember was that dark

green, dark green

or dark, dark green?

You alright?

Yeah. Dark green.

You know, Fonse, the kids are

all going back up next week.

And I was thinking, maybe I'd

stay down here with you and Mae.

Me too.

Pops?

You're gonna have to give up

some stuff if you wanna stay

in the house through

the next year

so we figured we'd stay here

and help you sort it out.

Between all your statues

and the painting collection

I- I think we could bag us

at least 200, you know?

I mean, look,

I know this ain't easy.

But if you don't get all this

stuff outta here soon

and make some bread, Fonse,

you're gonna be

completely screwed.

That's the truth.

We're just worried about you,

Fonse.

That's all.

Ah! Fuck!

You alright?

Eh?

Uncle Ralphie, can

you get a towel?

Yeah, yeah.

Where'd that come from?

Bladder, pop.

I'll bring you some fresh pants.

That's what I'm fucking

talking about.

Make your

hot cereal

with Quaker Oats.

Cause Quaker Oats helps grow

the stars of the future.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

our special Cobb Theatre

presentation of

"The Saint Valentine's Day

Massacre" continues.

Just off the docks by the

Chicago River in a black market

warehouse operated by none other

than Al "Scarface" Capone,

notorious gangster and king

of the Chicago underworld.

Here, Capone's top

lieutenants gathered

to discuss their secret plan.

Alright, gents.

Looks like we got here uh...

ten cents of cop disguises

courtesy of our friend Andy.

Meanwhile down in the quiet

paradise of South Florida,

Al Capone relaxes by the pool,

cigar in hand.

Yeah?

Hey, boss.

All set for this Thursday

in the morning.

We got a nice valen...

Hey, hey, what are you doing up?

Enough guys, enough!

Mr. Fonzo?

You want me to put the statues

by the house?

Who the fuck are you?

Rodrigo.

You want me to move the statues

by the house?

They're for sale.

Mr. Fonzo?

You lay one finger

on my Lady Atlas,

I will cut your

fuckin' head off.

Do you understand me?

Si.

Thank you.

Fonse!

Eh?

I got you, pal.

Fonse! Enough!

You're gonna get sick!

Gino, get him inside!

Come on, come on.

It's raining.

Yeah, it's raining.

Can you cut those?

I'm going to cut it right now.

It's unlocked.

Seniorita, I finished moving the

statues out from the garage,

come lo dices, by the house but

not by the house.

Gracias, Rodrigo.

Not a problem. Good night.

What's he doing?

His stuff.

What stuff?

His stuff outside.

What do you mean?

Moving stuff.

If he touch my Lady Atlas

I'm telling you...

Mary and Joseph, that piece of

shit, tacky statue

is more important than

what, huh?

You want to call the bank

yourself?

You okay?

Yeah.

You've got a collect

call from Cleveland.

Cleveland?

Sure. Alright.

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

Fonse?!

Oh, my god!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh!

Come on.

Swing out.

What time is it in Ohio?

What happened?

You shit the bed,

that's what happened.

- I'm calling the doctor.

- Oh, no.

Tell them the doctor is here!

A Three, two, a one.

Ta-dah.

Do we know what these are?

Diapers?

There's plenty here, as well.

How's his energy been

during the day?

He's awake.

How's his...

So we're still having

nightmares, are we?

Fonse, could I have

your attention for a moment?

Fonse.

You know who I am?

J. Edgar Hoover.

Who sent this fucking guy?

I did.

I'm your doctor.

Shh!

They're just working.

Sit down.

Stop yelling at them.

Come on.

I understand things are

tightening up financially.

But all of these personal

artifacts just disappearing.

The best thing for Fonse

has gotta be to try to keep

things as familiar

for him as you all can manage.

The last thing we want is

for him to...

Get another stroke.

Mmmhmm.

He's not coughing

as much anymore.

He's got his good days...

Sit down!

Honey, sit down!

I want to tell you something,

and I mean this with

the utmost respect.

You should consider letting

the family stay.

Having a man or two around just

in case he gets more confused

and hurts himself or

somebody else.

Twenty-eight years I had to wait

for some peace and quiet.

He don't scare me.

You call me any time.

We got the diapers.

Well, it's always nice

to see you, Mae.

Thank you, Dr. Karlock.

Thank you. I'll see myself out.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hello?

Mae.

Hey.

How are ya?

Nah, nah, nah, I just-

uh, hold on a second.

How's my pal?

No kidding.

Of course. Of course.

Yeah, I can... I can be

down there Monday.

Yeah, no problem.

It'll be great to see

both of you.

I'll see you soon.

I'm going to Florida.

Florida?

How come you ever take me

to Florida?

Uh, Tiff, I got business.

Trout season?

More like running around

with your gangster friends

in a swamp.

Come on, doll face.

You know Al needs me.

He don't trust nobody else.

Chicolini here

might look like an idiot,

he might talk like an idiot,

but don't let that fool ya.

He really is an idiot.

I say we give him 10 years

in Leavenworth

or we give him 11 years

in Twelve worth.

Tell ya what I'd do.

I'd take the five to ten

in Woolworth.

Jesus.

You sound like a dying horse.

Nice place you got here.

This is some layout.

What're you doin'?

Coming down to visit you.

Ah.

Well, it's good to see ya.

Yeah, you too.

Yeah.

You lost some weight.

Wow.

This is what a fat fuckin'

retirement looks like, huh?

You got blue skies,

you got a bottle of hooch.

Not bad, Fonse.

What am I lookin' at?

There.

Alligators?

Who the fuck are

you talking about?

Alligators?

Still got that Tommy gun?

Shhh...

Just rub 'em out.

Huh.

Psst.

Hey.

Check it out.

Look at you there, huh?

Look at He-man.

Remember that guy?

No.

Those were the fuckin' days.

Hey, what's up?

Keep goin'. Keep goin'.

Alright, alright.

Is there something you wanna

talk to me about?

It's just us on this boat.

I hid ten million bucks.

You did-what?

You did what?

I hid ten million bucks.

You hid ten million-

ten million bucks?

Yeah.

Where?

I don't fuckin' know.

That's all I have left.

Anyone else know?

It'll come back to you.

Guys like you just don't

misplace $10 million. It'll come-

Oh, oh, look at that!

Oh!

What've we got here?

Hey!!!

Fuck!

What the fuck-

You fuckin' bum!

Fucker jumped right up

into the fuckin' boat.

That was mine!

That was mine!

Hey Fonse, where're

you going?

Where are you going?

That was my fish.

Where are you going?

Fonse, woah, woah!

Fonse, hey, Fonse!

What're you-

Was it worth it?!

Fuckin'-

Bum!

What the fuck are you doin',

huh?

Was it worth it?

You wanna go back to prison?

Over a fuckin' swamp animal?

You know, this is what happens

when people spend too much time

in Florida.

They turn into

fuckin' hillbillies.

That's what you're turning into,

you know that, don't ya?

Fuckin' nut ball.

Send you to Bellevue

for a fuckin' head check.

You ok, Fonse?

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Hey, hey.

Hey, it's just a fishing rod.

You tell anybody I will cut

your fuckin' eyes out,

do you understand me?

Tell anybody what?

Just relax.

You got nothin' to worry about.

You got nobody comin' for ya.

Huh?

It's time to just let go.

Alright.

It's ok, Fonse.

Who's her?

Who's her?

It's the witch.

She's followed us here.

Surrender, Dorothy.

Dorothy?

Who's Dorothy?

The wizard! The wizard!

There!

Whatever shall we do?

We've gotta hurry if we're

gonna see the wizard.

Here, here!

Everything is alright.

Stop that now, stop it.

Did you hear that?

He'll announce us at once.

I've as good as got my brain.

I can barely hear

my heart beating.

I'll be home in time

for supper.

In another hour I'll be king

of the forest.

Long live the king.

Sit down.

No!

♪ If

I were king of the forest, ♪

♪ not queen, not duke,

not prince, ♪

♪ my regal robes

of the forest ♪

♪ would be satin, not cotton,

not chintz ♪

No, no, no.

You're not flying.

♪ I'd command each thing,

be it fish or fowl, ♪

♪ with a woosh and a woof

and a royal growl. ♪

Woof!

♪ As I'd click my heels ♪

That's the power.

What?

What happened?

Eh?

What happened?

I- I-I gotta take a pee.

Fonse, you ok in there?

Fonse?

Mmm.

How're you doin' in there?

Yeah, don't forget to flush.

I don't get it.

I mean, he's got the whole

forest to himself.

Yeah.

Right?

And all of a sudden some goofy

lookin' broad shows up-

Judy Garland.

Ok, whatever.

She turns up with a couple goons

who look like

they just escaped from Barnum

and Bailey's circus,

and they scamper off down to-

what's it?

Emerald City.

Emerald City.

Yeah.

And they talk to that egghead.

He's a wizard.

But not a wizard

when you see him.

You see?

This guy, he's standing

on a gold mine,

and the lion says

"oh, I wanna go back to being

the King of the Forest".

Get the fuck outta here.

He ain't a coward no more.

You understand?

Yeah, but hat Emerald City

is wide open.

It-it's a fuckin' movie.

He got his courage,

he goes back.

That's it.

Alright. I don't know.

Got it all back on.

Oh, thank fuck for that.

- Oh, thank god.

- Have a good night.

Those are good boys.

When was the last time

you saw your kid?

Oh... um...

Tony.

He's gotta be about what,

18, 19?

Yeah.

She's inside.

She can't hear us.

The other kid.

Did you talk to him?

Cleveland.

What the fuck are you talkin'

to me about?

Alright, alright.

You're done.

Mae! Mae!

Mae!

Mae!

Mae!

What?!

Mae!

What are you screamin' for?

More bourbon.

No, you don't need

no more bourbon.

It's not for me, it's

for my fucking friend.

Yeah, ok.

Ay!

Ay!!

Ay!!!

Come on, are you fuckin' deaf

or what?

Excuse me?

You fuckin' deaf?

Who do you think

you're talking to?

Say that again.

The fuck?!

Fonse?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Honey.

Are you ok?

No.

I'm not ok.

I want all these fuckin' bums

away from me, you understand?

You got goons walkin' around

and they got guns in front-

in front of the kids.

There are no kids here,

Fonse.

Do-do you even know

what these people do?

They do whatever

you tell them to do.

No.

Yeah.

No.

Yeah.

Sweetie, listen.

I can see it on your face

and I can see it in your eyes

that you are an angel.

I can see that you got

broken wings.

Yeah.

I would very much like

to fix

those broken wings for ya,

if I could.

But I don't know

who the fuck you are.

And I don't even need to know

who the fuck you are

to know you lettin' it happen.

Stop it.

Shame on you.

The fuck is that?

Why are you touching me?

Why you gotta touch me?

A couple of the boys uh,

heard some noises coming

from the house?

Just uh, wanted to check in

and make sure everything was ok.

Yeah.

Gino?

I don't want no one talkin'

to him.

Yeah, you got it.

Anything you and Al need,

just let me know.

Gino.

We don't say that name here.

My apologies, Mae.

Everything okay in there?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Operator. How may

I connect your call?

I need to speak

to a police officer.

...one moment.

Thank you.

Police dispatch,

what is your emergency?

I think uh, I think

I may have been uh,

I think I may have

been kidnapped.

Where are you, sir?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know what's uh-

what's going on but they uh-

they got weapons and they uh-

I can't do this no more,

you know?

Sir?

Because it-it-it ain't-

it ain't me.

Last name, sir?

I- I don't know, you know?

I don't-I don't know.

I don't fuckin' know this guy

and I don't know any of these

fuckin' people-any at all.

You see, uh...

Sir?

See, I live on a farm.

I can't hear you, sir.

I said I live on a fuckin' farm.

On a farm, you said?

No, not on a fuckin' farm,

I'm in this fuckin' house.

I don't know how I...

Sir? Sir?

I gotta go.

Fonse!

I can't even go to the bathroom

without you disappearing!

Get up here right now!

You're making me worried.

I can't do this every

single day...

Every time I turn around...

How about it for our

good friend, Al.

Al! Al!

Al! Al...!

Come on up, Al.

Don't be shy.

Uh...

Yeah. Yeah.

♪ I found my thrill, ♪

♪ On Blueberry Hill, ♪

♪ On Blueberry Hill, ♪

Fonse!

Fonse!

♪ When I found you, ♪

Yeah.

♪ The moon stood still,

On Blueberry Hill, ♪

♪ And it wasn't until, ♪

♪ My dreams came true, ♪

♪ The wind in the willows

played, ♪

♪ Love's sweet melody, ♪

♪ And all of those

vows were made, ♪

♪ Were never to be, ♪

♪ Though we're apart, ♪

♪ You're part of me still, ♪

♪ For you were my thrill, ♪

♪ Yes, on Blueberry Hill. ♪

Fonse!

Mind if we have a talk,

Fonse?

Come on.

This...

Our friend here's got

something to tell ya.

What?

Tell him what you did.

Answer the question,

motherfucker.

Where's your fuckin'

courage now,

you piece of shit?

Fucking talk!

Let the fuckin' coward speak.

Fuck you.

Boss?

Oh, yeah.

Mmm...

Yeah, it's uh, yeah.

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck me! Fuck me!

Nothin', huh?

How do you like that?

Fuck me, huh?

Fuck me!

Come on, you fuckin'

piece of shit!

Fuck me?!

Fuck me?!

Fuck me?!

Yeah!

Fuck me, huh?

Fuck you!

Look at that!

Any of you get fuckin' wise

you're getting the same

fuckin' thing.

It don't matter to me.

You understand?

You understand?

Whatever you say, Gino.

Yeah.

Catch you later, Fonse.

Hey boss. Let's go.

Come on.

Jesus Christ, look at this.

Get this bum outta here.

Alright, you heard him.

Let's clean this shit up.

Hey!

Ok, boss. We'll be out front.

Yeah.

Where's the kid?

Ow.

Where's the kid?

He's at my place.

Where is it?

You hear that?

Si.

Ahhh...

Hey, watch your mouth!

Watch your mouth!

Shoot those fucker!

Piece of shit!

Don't let them get away!

You fuckers, fuck you!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

No, wait!

Oh god, please, no.

He had a stroke.

And?

He'll live.

I'll stay with him for a while.

Maybe I can get him

to talk with me.

Well, if you don't get

some answers, Doc,

the clemency is as good

as dead.

I'll see what I can do.

Good morning.

Sss...

What?

Snakes...

You want water?

Eh.

Can you answer me

some questions first?

How many fingers

am I holding?

Hmm?

F- f-four.

Mmmhmm.

How old are you?

Four...

No. You're 48 years old.

You're 48.

Here you go, Fonse.

There you go.

Ok.

Get it all in there.

He's sustained a permanent

degree of damage

to his brain functions.

Minor paralysis

on his left side,

mainly up his shoulder

to his mouth,

although I suspect that could

get a little better over time

with daily rehabilitation.

We ain't goin' anywhere,

so we're here.

I think that would be best.

For his sake.

There's a few changes

that we need to make.

No cigars.

For how long?

Ever.

I suggest we give

him one of these.

What is he, fuckin' Bugs Bunny?

He's going to go on a fuckin'

rampage.

I'm sorry.

We want to keep him alive

and as comfortable as possible

for as long as we have

him here.

He ain't gonna

fall for that shit?

He's gonna have to accept it.

I'm sorry.

Ah...

Are you finished?

Eh.

Ok.

That looks great, Fonse.

Tell you what, let's-

Let's put that with

your collection right here.

I'm gonna let you choose

the next one.

Well, now, you already drew

the platypus.

Yeah.

You know what this is?

It's a bag of money.

That's the last one for today.

Tell you what,

you draw this,

I won't bother you again.

You can sit in your chair

all day.

Come in.

Hey.

I brought you some carrots.

Hey, you wanna see a picture

that your dad just drew?

Yeah.

This is really good.

No, no, no.

Spit.

Spit.

Out!

Out!

Ok.

Ok.

We don't want him choking.

There you go.

Hey Doc, you mind if I uh,

had a little time?

Sure, of course.

You let me know if you

need anything, ok?

Cu-cu-cluck.

Psst.

Pop.

You can drop the act now.

I like your picture.

Those yours, too?

Eh.

Can I see 'em?

Eh.

What is this?

Pla... ty... pus...

It's a platypus?

Yeah.

Look at that.

That's-that's a duck.

Yeah.

That's what ducks do.

Who's this?

He's got a little balloon.

That's Tony.

Who?

Tony.

Who's Tony?

My... son.

Your son, Tony?

Pop, what are you

talking about?

I'm your son.

Ehh...

Nah.

T- Tony.

Want another one?

Yeah.

Not too much.

Aah.

Fonse.

Can you put that down so I can

talk to you for a minute?

Fonse?

I'll always remember,

even when we was kids,

you always had it all up here.

You always hated paper.

You didn't trust nobody,

nothin'.

Not even your own

fuckin' family.

I never took offence

by it or nothin'.

I want you to tell me

if you hid anything.

Like money.

I need to know

where the fuck it is.

These cocksuckers are gonna

get it either way,

so it makes no difference.

We got nothing, Fonse,

you understand?

Well, I hope one of our kids has

in him what you had in you

because that's our only hope.

Everything ok, boss?

Yeah, we're fine. Thanks.

If you want my opinion,

Gino and the boys and those

fuckin' Cubans?

They're part of this

whole fuckin' thing.

They're a bunch of rats.

That's just my hunch.

I gotta take a leak.

When I come back we'll walk

around the pool, ok?

Who's making you

the most nuts?

You know, I got an idea, ma.

I think we can make

a couple bucks.

Yeah? What's that?

I think we should put pops

in the zoo.

I mean, hey, we glue some

hair on him,

throw him in with

the monkeys...

it's too easy to picture,

isn't it?

No, it's... stop.

You see this?

What is that?

That is Tony.

Who's Tony?

It's his son, Tony.

The poor guy.

Just to be clear I don't

have some brother

out there named Tony, do I?

He was a good father to you.

He's still here.

Yeah.

Take your time.

How's it going, Mae?

Fonse.

Hey, Gino.

Hey, Rose.

Have a seat, Gino.

Get some wine.

Want more?

Come on, chew your food.

Looks good.

What?

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Pop!

Fonse!

What'd I do?

Gino, just go, alright?

Just go, please.

Somebody help me get him up

off the floor?

Grab the diapers.

I got 'em, I got 'em.

Pop? Pop? You're ok.

You're ok.

Go easy!

You're hurting him.

Let's get the chair, please.

One, two, three, get him up.

Get some rest, pal.

Our special Cobb theatre

presentation of

the St. Valentine's Day

Massacre continues.

Thursday morning,

Chicago.

Johnny and the gang,

disguised as Chicago's finest,

cruising the streets of the south

side in a stolen paddy-wagon.

Hey! There they are!

Torrio's guys. Get 'em!

You're under arrest, mister.

Arrest? What for?

Quiet, you.

Put your hands behind your back.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Torrio's men lined up

against the wall.

Someone tell us, officer,

what's this about?

Al Capone sends

his regards.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sources close to the Chicago

authorities said

only Al Capone kills

like that.

How do you comment,

Mr. Capone?

Well, I'll tell you what

Al Capone says.

Al Capone is an honest

law-abiding

American businessman.

The only killing he makes

is in the best of services

to millions of...

Go on, boys.

Me and Johnny got some

private business.

Everything alright, boss?

Yeah, beautiful.

You know, I've known you

since we was kids, Johnny.

That's right, boss.

You always been loyal,

Johnny.

Like a dog.

Well...

That's why it hurts me,

I gotta do this.

Do what, Al?

You sold me out!

You sold me out to Torrio!

To the Feds!

To the whole-

They never get it right.

I never sold no one out.

You know that.

I took a little off the top.

I'm not proud of it.

You made the right move.

I'da done the same thing

if I was you.

You don't skim.

The only thing that

really matters, Fonse,

is how a man treats

his family.

You'll always be a hero to every

stiff breakin' his back.

Not a lot of goons from Carol

Street could state that claim.

You're a good man, Fonse.

Don't worry, pal.

I didn't feel nothin'.

You took me off the street.

I'll always respect you.

You know, you seem like

a really nice fella.

Maybe if ya had some courage

you might be able

to find yourself some

new friends.

I think I know where

you buried that money.

Oh...

Oh...

Look in these.

They'll help guide you

to the key.

I'll see you sometime,

Fonse.

No!

No, no, no!

What was that screamin'?

Oh my god,

let him be ok.

- Fonse, we're coming!

- Fonse!

What the hell's going on?

What's wrong?

No!

- No!

- What's wrong?

Fonse!

Shhh.

No!

No!

What is that?!

There's nothing there.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

That's disgusting!

No!

No!

No!

About 22, 23 years ago

I was in Minneapolis.

I was your age, sitting on this

old accountant, Jewish guy.

Supposed to be some

big laundering conduit

in the mid-west.

Anyway, I'm sitting

on my ass.

Two years, nothing.

Three years, nothing.

So, you know, I tell 'em

back in New York,

fellas, there's nothing here.

Hoover says to me "Nordhoff,

you're-you're looking

"but you're not thinking."

Ok?

Four years, I'm looking,

I'm thinking.

Five years.

Guess what happened?

What?

My dick froze off.

It's true.

Be glad you're in Florida.

I got something for you.

He's dead.

No.

Alright.

He's been saying a lot of

very interesting things.

Sure, he has

full-blown dementia.

I think I kind of owe it to

a 20-year investigation

to look in his eyes and know

for sure before he's gone.

I don't know how to break

this to you, son.

I don't give a shit

about Al Capone.

I don't.

He dies, we dig his place up,

find whatever's there

and move on.

Do you know what

the difference is, sir,

between Adolf Hitler

and Al Capone?

Hitler's dead.

Capone lives like a king

in Florida.

Maybe he's crazy,

maybe he's not.

All I know is a man who spends

his entire life lying

to everyone about everything,

the truth rots in there.

Let's catch some of his marbles

on the way out.

I gotta make a call.

The lawyer's paying.

Just don't make me

look stupid, huh, kid?

Thank you, Mr. Nordhoff.

Yeah.

Mr. Mattingly.

Good morning.

This is Agent

Stirling H. Crawford

of the Federal Bureau

of Investigation.

Present with me is my colleague,

Agent Clifford M. Harris,

and we are here at the residence

of Mr. Alfonse Capone

in Palm Island, Florida.

In attendance is

Mr. Alfonse Capone

and his legal representative,

Mr. Harold V. Mattingly.

The following interview

will be recorded

for the investigative records

relating to case P51B.

Mr. Capone, anything you say

can be used against you

or anyone you mention

in your statements

by the federal courts.

Do you agree to the conditions

of this interview?

Yeah.

Ok.

So, Mr. Capone, can you for

the record state

your name, age, and your

place of birth?

Eh?

Go ahead, Fonse.

Your name, age, and

your place of birth.

My client may have

some difficulty

answering for himself.

If requested by my client

I'll answer on his behalf.

We understand that, of course.

We'd appreciate the

opportunity for Mr. Capone

to at least try to answer

our questions

to the best of his ability.

Knock yourself out.

Thank you.

So, Mr. Capone, can you for

the record state

your name, age,

and place of birth?

On behalf of my client,

his name is Alfonse Capone,

C-A-P-O-N-E, born

January 17th, 1899,

Brooklyn, New York.

Mr. Capone, prior to your

incarceration in California in 1931

did you keep any financial

records in your possession?

On behalf of my client, no.

He kept no information

of that kind.

So we understand it that

you have been ill now

for quite some time.

Yeah.

In fact I have here that you

originally contracted syphilis

while you were under the age

of 15 years old.

Is that correct?

Yes, per his medical records.

Mr. Capone, were you or were

you not defacto chief

of the Chicago Outfit

Criminal Organization

which presided over the illicit

sale of liquor products

during the nationwide ban

prior to its lift in 1933?

Nope.

On behalf of my client, nope.

No.

Right.

Ok.

- Turn that off.

- Got it.

I'd like to apologize.

Mr. Mattingly, I am sorry.

Harris-

What's this about, Crawford?

We have information that your

client may have tucked away

a very large sum of money.

About $10 million.

I know nothing of this.

Well, I think your client does.

Mr. Capone, can you tell me

where you hid that money?

Oh.

Hmm.

I'm talking to you, Al.

Yeah.

Where's the money?

Yeah.

Let me explain something

to you, Mr. Capone.

While I personally believe

that you deserve every ounce

of torture and everlasting

despair

that awaits you

in the next life,

your family has done nothing

to deserve

what's coming to them

in this one.

No prominent jobs-

This is harassment.

No decent education so long

as their last name is Capone.

Other than this pile

of cement here

they're gonna be left

with nothing of your legacy.

Hey!

Only a penniless, bitter

life of alienation.

Crawford!

No new friends,

no new beginnings.

And we will watch them.

Every single day

until the day they die,

just like you.

Oh.

Oh.

Ok, gentlemen.

Oh, no.

My client has no idea

what's going on

or what he ate this morning, or

anything else you wanna ask him.

Have we had enough pestering

for one day?

Is this what you wanted?

Thank you, Mr. Mattingly,

thank you.

We'll be seeing you,

Mr. Capone.

Yeah?

Collect call

from Cleveland.

Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

I'm not gonna hang up.

Hello?

Ok, I am gonna hang up.

Is this Mae?

Hello?

Who is this?

Is this Tony?

Mae!

Mae!

What?

You seen Fonse?

No.

I don't know where he is.

I was with him-

What're you talking about?

I don't know where he went.

I- I mean, he couldn't have

gone very far.

Ralphie, you have to watch him.

Fonse?

Hey, Fonse?

Fonse?

Fonse, where are you?

Pop?

Fonse!

Fonse!

Fonse?

Hey, pop!

Hey, I looked at your pictures

today, bud.

Where are ya?

Fonse?

I wanna tell ya what a...

Fonse!

What a great job you did.

Fonse?

Fonse?

Honey?

Come on, Fonse.

You better come out here

right now!

Fonse, please!

Mr. Fonzo?

Honey?

Fonso.

You're scaring me, Fonse!

Hey, Vincent, you got

a cigarette?

Yeah, hold on.

What the fuck was that?

Come on!

Open the gate!

Let's go! Let's go!

Alessandro, take Jimmy to head

off the other way,

go to the East wing,

we'll check it.

Down by the lake.

...just sittin' there

like he always do!

I'm gonna take another look

downstairs here.

Tommy, you gotta go check

on the other side.

No, no, no.

Go down by the water.

I already looked there.

Check all the bathrooms. Rosie,

check the ones downstairs.

I don't know where

the fuck he is!

Ralphie was outside with him

and then he lost him.

Rosie, are you sure he's not

up there?

There's a hundred guys here

at the house.

How could somebody not know

where the hell he is?

I don't know how anybody

could lose him!

Stop him, Gino!

Eh.

Take this.

I'm comin' out, Fonse!

You ok, Fonse?

Eh.

It's just me, Fonse.

It's Gino.

I know who you are.

Huh?

All a yous.

What're you talkin' about?

Yeah.

Pop.

Pop.

Come on, pop.

Fonse.

Fonse.

Very good. Very good.

You're gonna be ok.

Lie back. Please lie back.

Try to relax.

It's going to be alright.

Get him up.

See ya, Gino!

So Vince, what're you

thankful for?

My front teeth.

Gaby?

I'm thankful for my new puppy,

Eugene.

Ralphie?

I'm uh... I'm thankful

that the uh,

the weather finally

isn't terrible.

Berta.

I'm thankful for grandpa Fonse.

Aww.

Let's eat.

Let's eat.

Mangiamo.

Fonse.

You got a visitor.

Come on.

I'll let you two have

some time together.

Thank you, Mae.