Somewhere in Colorado, there is a room made entirely of concrete. The man inside has been there for 20 years. He is 79 years old, and the United States government intends for him to die there. The place is called ADX Florence, administrative maximum facility. That’s the official name. What the inmates…
All right, y’all. This video is for my bro who supported the channel and asked me to cover this story. I’m not going to lie, this case was really tough. Most of the information comes from word of mouth, old interviews, and street memory, not clean records. I had to listen over…
Israeli crime networks controlled roughly 75% of the ecstasy supply entering the United States, not Colombian cartels, not the Italian mafia, not Russian syndicates. Israeli organizations operating out of a country the size of New Jersey with a population smaller than New York City’s. A single pill cost less than 50 cents…
February 15th, 1936, approximately 1:00 in the morning. The Avenue Recreation Bowling Alley sits at 805 North Milwaukee Avenue, a two-story brick building on Chicago’s Near Northwest Side, where the lanes stay open past midnight and the crowd thins to regulars and insomniacs. On the second floor, a man in a gray…
November 17th, 1987, 3:42 in the afternoon, a hospital bed at Mi Hospital in Duneden, Florida. Santo Trafocanti Jr., 72 years old, closed his eyes for the last time. No bullets, no indictments pending, no handcuffs on the bed rail, just heart failure, a wife holding his hand, and a son-in-law who…
In 1999, the FBI was recording the real Tony Soprano’s crew in a social club in New Jersey. And on those tapes, right in the middle of conversations about murder and extortion and who owed what to whom, his men kept stopping, stopping to talk about a television show. One member of…
The construction foreman wasn’t supposed to go down there. The sub-basement wasn’t on any blueprint the development company had been given, wasn’t in any permit filing, wasn’t in any city record going back 30 years. But Ray Bustamante went down there anyway, flashlight in hand, boots crunching on 30-year-old concrete dust. And…
October 25th, 1957, 10:15 in the morning. The barber shop inside the Park Sheritan Hotel, 7th Avenue and 55th Street, Manhattan. Albert Anastasia sat in chair number four, a hot towel draped across his face, his eyes closed. He was getting a shave. He’d left his bodyguard parked in the garage. His…
January 18th, 1978, just after midnight, the Sunbright Bar on 46th Street and 10th Avenue, Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan. A small time hood named Harold Whitehead, was leaning against the bar, drunk, running his mouth about Jimmy Kunan. He’d been warned twice. He didn’t listen. Eddie Kamusky, a 40-year-old former Singh inmate with…
42 Halfmoon Street, Piccadilly. The 11th of September, 1921. A 67-year-old man collapses in a rented flat. His wife is not in the room. She walked to the pharmacy on the corner to collect a prescription. When she returns, he is already dead. The man’s death certificate will record the cause as…
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