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.

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