Yea, a legendary monster.
That scar, he got from running his mouth while working as a bouncer in some bar.
So, this guy's sister did not like the crude remark of Capone, so the brother marked "Made in Italy" on his face.
That is how he became "Scarface," and the legend began to unwind.
He wasn't the sort of criminal genius, however; just a brutal thug who managed to get lucky during Prohibition.
Took over Johnny Torrio's Chicago operation at age 26, then built an empire of beer, brothels, and blood.
100 million dollars a year in revenue-that's like 1.5 billion dollars today, right? And it's all covered in red.
Massacre of St. Valentine?
That was all Capone.
Seven of Bugs Moran's men were lined up against a garage wall and mowed down by Thompson submachine guns.
Ten years, Capone's living it up in Florida, perfect alibi. Never proved it was him, but everybody knew.
He loved playing that Robin Hood angle.
He opened soup kitchens during the Depression, bought politicians like candy, charmed reporters with that million-dollar smile.
Meanwhile, his boys were breaking legs, bombing business concerns, and making Chicago a war zone.
The feds just couldn't nail him on murder, extortion, or racketeering.
You know what nailed him in that great legend, Al Capone? Tax evasion.
Eleven years in the slammer, including Alcatraz. When he came out syphilis'd eaten his brains away.
Died in '47, fishin' in his Florida mansion, talkin' to ghosts.
Of course, he is a legend, just like any hurricane or earthquake is a legend.
An actual force of nature, making a mess wherever she goes.
But scrape away all the myths, the movies, and the mobster mojo, and what's left is a violent psychopathic minion, a hollow soul-got rich selling booze when it was prohibited, whacked people out of his way, and died dribbling saliva in the sun.
That's not legendary, bro; that is just bloody American crime history, period.
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