What a blessing he is because we do this together. You know, I could never do it alone. >> In the golden age of Hollywood, Audrey Hepburn became the very definition of grace. We saw the elegance, the smile, the timeless beauty that seemed almost untouched by the world. But Audrey saw something else….
Every major crime family in America, the Genoveses, the Gambinos, the Bonannos, the entire structure that ran organized crime for 50 years, all of it traces back to a single Wednesday afternoon in April 1931. Two men sat down for a seafood lunch at a Coney Island restaurant. And one of them excused himself…
Hi, my name is Michael and this is Old Vegas Legends. There is a woman whose name the casinos of Las Vegas do not like to say out loud. She never carried a weapon. She never ran a scam. She never worked with the mob. She walked into their buildings with a purse, a sensible…
The rule of the streets has always been simple. You either go to prison or you go to the grave. Every kingpin in history has fallen into one of those two categories. Except for the 10 people on this list. These are the kingpins who made millions, real millions, and never spent a day…
Manhattan, New York. Ralph’s Restaurant on East 114th Street in East Harlem. Thursday evening, November 13th, 1969. The most exclusive Italian restaurant in New York City, where reservations were impossible unless you had connections. where the dining room held only 10 tables and where each table was essentially owned by someone important. Mob bosses,…
The boss sits at the head of the table, commands respect, issues orders, controls territory worth millions. But even bosses have limits. Even men who run entire crime families know fear. And the fear they feel isn’t directed at law enforcement or rival organizations. It’s directed at the men sitting three chairs down. The…
June 19th, 1975. 11:30 p.m. 11:47 South Winona Avenue, Oak Park, Illinois. Sam Jin Kana stood over a pan of sausage, escarole, and beans, cooking in his basement kitchen. The smell of garlic filled the air. He was wearing casual clothes, comfortable in his own home. The guest was someone he trusted, someone he…
January 19th, 1993. Mount Olive, New Jersey, 79 Waterlue Road. It is late morning, quiet enough that you can hear the winter wind working through the trees. A team of federal agents surrounds a brown wooden split level set back from the road. Inside, Anthony Casso is doing the one thing even…
June 20th, 1947, 10:45 in the evening, 8:10 North Lynen Drive, Beverly Hills, California. Benjamin Bugsy Seagull, sat on a chintzcovered sofa in the living room of his girlfriend’s mansion, reading the Los Angeles Times. His associate, Alan Smiley, sat beside him. The curtains were open. The lights were on. Through the window, someone…
October 1st, 2008, a Manhattan courtroom. Charges dropped, four counts of murder, gone. A 30-year FBI veteran walked out of that building, a free man, and 6 months later, he published a book about what a great agent he was. His name was R. Lindley Devcio, and the man he’d been protecting for two…
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