This is a short drama. The name references Chicago's nickname as the "City of Big Shoulders." Enjoy. WARNING: This story gets kind of gory; I think most people can handle it with no problem, but you have been warned.
Theme song(every good Noir story has a good theme song): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsCBZxpo ... re=related
Michigan City, LaPort County, Indiana. September 1st, 1932
Vinny Costello's Pierce Arrow parked up next to the grimy old pasta restaurant. Showtime.
He checked his WWI-vintage Tommy and made sure it was clean. He had "gone to the mattress," a mafia term referring to getting out the weapons from under the bed, two hours earlier, acting upon orders from his boss and uncle Kelly Spinelli. Just a simple mafia "soldier," he obeyed immediately. All over the cracked, run-down street, and using the cold, nighttime darkness as cover, men of the Spinelli family were getting out of Rolls, Arrows, and Fords and were loading pistols, Thompsons, and BAR's. Some were even coming on foot. Time to move.
Down the block, a four-story warehouse for illegal booze, owned by the Jewish-Polish crime family named Baczewski, was about to get the rub-down. The Baczewskis worked for the Purple Gang, the Jewish rum-runner group that based itself in Chicago and Detroit. The Spinelli family and the Purples had a very long and very violent history of murders, extortion, and religious tensions. It was time for it to end. The Purples had gone through multiple busts by the "cops," who were actually... well, that will be discussed later. The point is that the Purples were in their death throws. If this old warehouse was "commandeered," the Jewish gang would be out of Michigan City for good. Click.
Vinny's gun was ready to fire. Shady-looking fellows wearing suits and fedoras bought from hit money and booze cash filed out of the pasta place. Everything was going as planned. The men advanced down the street, almost in ranks like soldiers. They stopped outside the warehouse. Vinny and his cohorts quietly surrounded the old building. Most of the buildings in Michigan City were old, this one in particular. It had belonged to the Purples for generations.Ratatatatatatatatatatatat...
Bullets blasted through the windows, riddling the Purples with holes before they could know what was going on. Those who survived reached for their weapons. The mobsters were going to try to shoot their way out. One Baczewski kicked the door down and fired a BAR at the Spinelli men on the sidewalk. Immediately, several rounds smashed through his skull, killing him instantly. Skull half-gone, but mostly still covered by his brown fedora, the body collapsed and rolled down the five concrete steps to the ground. The other Purples charged out, bullets flying in every direction. Ratatatatatatatatatatatat...
Down they went. Vinny advanced closer to them and fired an entire clip into the pile of bodies. Old school.
Then, he and several other men entered the building.Ratatatatatatatatatatatat...Ratatatatatatatatatatatat...
Vinny stepped outside and waved his red-hot MG. "It's over! The Purples have been sent packing."
The men seemed satisfied, but they showed no open joy. Secretly, though, many of them loved shooting the place up. It was a mafia hit-job as perfectly executed as one ever was. The men hurried and cleared the bodies from the street. Several minutes later, a cop car pulled up. Out stepped a uniformed man with brown hair and a green eye; the left was covered by an eye patch. "Good going, y'guys. That'll teach the Purples."
Vinny waved to his brother Benny. The Spinellis even made up the police
Benny looked at the carnage with his one good eye. "Don't worry. I'll make sure witnesses 'bite their tongues.' I think Uncle Kelly will be real satisfied, knowhattamean? See yous guys later." He did a mock salute and got back in his squad car.
Benny was known to cut tongues out of "squealers."I was born in Michigan City, where my Dad used to pass Capone's "Tommy-shaped" house: