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05/29/2026

Casino Never Showed Why Tony Spilotro Walked Into His Own Ex*****on
In Casino, Tony and Michael Spilotro are beaten with baseball bats in an Indiana cornfield and buried alive. In a federal courtroom in 2007, a man who was in the room testified that no bats were used, nobody was buried alive, and it did not happen in a cornfield. One of those versions was seen by millions of people, the other sat sealed in court records for 21 years.

The version you have not heard is worse. The brothers knew something was wrong before they left the house that afternoon. Michael's wife would later testify that he told her if he was not back by 9:00, it was no good. His daughter Michelle told the court that her father said he loved her at least 10 times before walking out the door.

He handed her his jewelry in a plastic sandwich bag and told her to bring it to a graduation party they were supposed to attend that evening. Both brothers emptied their pockets, they took off their watches, they removed everything that could identify them. Michael tucked a small .

22 caliber handgun into his clothes. They were not walking into that meeting blind. >> >> They just could not say no. Michael was told he was finally being made full membership in the Chicago Outfit after years of working as an associate. He was supposedly getting the thing he'd been chasing his whole adult life.

Tony was told he was being promoted to capo, a crew leader with his own territory. After years of heat and whispered conversations about whether the Spilotro brothers had become a problem, this meeting was supposed to be a peace offering. James Marcello picked them up and drove them to a a house in Bensonville, a quiet suburb near O'Hare Airport.

He pulled into the attached garage, the door closed behind them. They walked through down the stairs into a basement where the ceremony was supposed to happen. There was no ceremony. There were 15 men waiting. Uh the common version of this story treats Michael like Tony's kid brother who got caught up in something that wasn't about him. ...Read more in comment👇👇👇

05/29/2026

Built For 11,000 People, Packed With 27,000 — Larry Hoover's Crack Empire
On October 13th, 1992, a seven-year-old boy named Dantrell Davis was shot by a sniper while walking to school at Cababrini Green on Chicago's near north side. That story made national news. People marched through the Cababrini Green courtyard. Politicians flew into O'Hare.

Camera crews lined up along Division Street. And for most of America, that was the story of Chicago public housing. What almost nobody outside Chicago knew was that 2 miles south on State Street, a different housing project had been producing casualties like Dantrails for 30 years straight, and nobody was coming to march for any of them.

28 identical 16story concrete towers ran down South State Street. They were designed for 11,000 people, but were crammed with 27,000. Six of the poorest census tracks in the entire United States sat behind one set of walls. A cracken he**in market pulled in $45,000 a day inside the Robert Taylor homes.

and a gang leader named Larry Hoover ran all of it from a state prison lunchroom in Vienna, Illinois using coded phone calls and visitors he kissed on the cheek. Then a federal investigation called Operation Headache brought him down using a method no law enforcement agency had ever tried before. This is that story. Chicago, 1949.

75% of the city's black population was still living in kitchenet apartments on the south side. Whole families packed into single rooms in Bronzeville walkups with shared bathrooms down the hall. The Federal Housing Act of 1949 had just opened the door for cities to clear what Washington called slums and build modern public housing with up to 90% federal money.

In most American cities, this was supposed to mean progress. In Chicago, it meant something else entirely. The man running the Chicago Housing Authority at the time was Robert Roshan Taylor. His father, Robert Robinson Taylor, had been the Massachusetts Institute of Technologies first black graduate of the School of Architecture back in 1892.

The younger Taylor spent his entire career fighting for one idea. Build public housing in small clusters. Spread it across the city, integrated into white and black neighborhoods alike. Scattered site housing. That was the plan the Chicago Housing Authority brought to the Chicago City Council.

The white aldermen in city council chambers killed it. They refused to allow a single unit of public housing in their wars on the north side or the southwest side. Mayor Richard J. Daly's Democratic machine needed black votes, but wanted black residents contained east of Wentworth Avenue. So, the council forced the Chicago Housing Authority to build exclusively inside the existing black belt on the south side of Chicago.

Taylor resigned from the Chicago Housing Authority in protest in 1950. He died in 1957. Two years later, the city broke ground on the largest public housing project in American history and named it after the man who would have fought against every square foot of it. Shaw Mets and associates drew up the blueprints for the Robert Taylor homes.

28 identical 16-story towers grouped into U-shaped clusters of three buildings each. The site was a 95 acre strip running two miles along State Street from Persian Road at 39th Street down to 54th Street, wedged between the Dan Ryan Expressway on the west and the Rock Island Railroad tracks on the east. ...Read more in comment👇👇👇

05/29/2026

Billions in Fish, Billions in Crime: The Fulton Story
January 19th, 1981. 4:00 a.m. South Street, Lower Manhattan. The temperature is 22° and the East River wind cuts through wool coats like a knife. FBI agents in unmarked sedans line the cobblestones outside the Fulton Fish Market. Inside, under buzzing fluorescent lights, Carmine Romano is checking unloading manifests when the doors slam open.

43 federal agents pour in. Boots on wet concrete, fish guts under their heels. Romano doesn't run. He doesn't even look surprised. He sets down his clipboard, lights a cigarette, and waits for the handcuffs. By sunrise, he's in federal lockup. By noon, the indictment is unsealed. 23 counts. RICO. The first time in American history, federal prosecutors use the racketeering statute to seize an entire industry.

This wasn't just another mob bust. Carmine Romano was the gatekeeper of every wholesale fish transaction in the United States. Every shrimp eaten in Kansas. Every flounder served in Chicago. Every lobster on a Beverly Hills plate if it swam and it ended up on an American table. The Genevese crime family took a piece of it.

And they had been doing it since 1923. This is the story of how one Manhattan dock, four city blocks of slime soaked pavement, became the longest running protection racket in the history of organized crime. 58 years of uninterrupted control. Five generations of capos, one murder that started it all, and one cold January morning when the federal government finally pulled the plug.

But here's what the history books leave out. The Fulton Fish Market wasn't taken by force. The mob didn't shoot its way in. They were invited by the union, by the dealers, by the fishermen themselves. And once they were inside, nobody, not the NYPD, not the FBI, not even the United States Attorney's Office, could pry them loose for almost six decades.

To understand how this happened, you have to go back to the docks of the Lower East Side at the turn of the 20th century. The Fulton Fish Market had been operating since 1822. Sitting right where South Street meets the East River, a sprawling open air bazaar where fishermen from Long Island, New Jersey, and as far as North Carolina hauled in catches before dawn.

By 1900, it was the largest seafood distribution center in the Western Hemisphere. 300 million pounds of fish passed through it every year, and every pound of it required muscle to unload. ice to preserve and trucks to move. That muscle came from a young Sicilian-born hustler named Joseph Lanza.

They called him socks. Nobody remembers exactly why. Some say it was because he wore expensive silk hosery in an era when most duck workers couldn't afford shoes. Others say it was because he socked people. Both versions are probably true. Lanza was born in 1904 in Polmo, came through Ellis Island as a child, and by the time he was 19, he was running the most feared crew on the Fulton waterfront.

Sox Lanza wasn't a flashy gangster. He wasn't a killer in the Murder Incorporated tradition. He was something rarer, a businessman who happened to carry a gun. By 1923, at the age of 19, he took control of United Seafood Workers Local 359, the union representing every loader, lumper, and icehauler at the market.

He didn't take it through an election. He took it the way the mob always took unions. He showed up at the meeting hall with 12 men and a message. The previous business agent didn't argue. He just stopped coming to work. For the next 10 years, Lanza built what federal investigators would later call the most sophisticated extortion operation in the country. ...Read more in comment👇👇👇

05/29/2026

Chicago’s Don of Dons: The Gangster Disciple OG Killed by the Throne He Inherited
He survived a chair. That is the first thing to understand about this story. He spent more of his adult life inside a sale than outside of one. He survived the collapse of everything he had built. He survived the federal cases that took down most of the men who had been beside him.

He came out the other side at 65 years old, still carrying the same rank he had first inherited at 20 45 years of weight attached to one name. On May 18, 2018, he was standing outside his house on the 7100 block of South Uklid Avenue, Southshore Chicago. Not the north side, not the loop, not the neighborhoods that end up in other people's stories.

brick two flats, corner stores with metal screens. A Friday night late spring, he was on his own block. Someone he knew pulled up in a car and called him over. That is the last decision of his we can confirm. He walked toward them. What happened next is in the federal sentencing documents.

It did not take long. It was not ambiguous. His name was Ernest Wilson. People called him Don Smokey. He had been a board member of the Gangster Disciples, the highest rank the organization recognized. Not paperwork, recognition. Enough people who understood what it cost, willing to say your name a certain way.

He had held that for decades. The men who killed him that night held the same title or said they did. In the world, this story takes place in the distance between holding a title and claiming one is the whole question. Before we ask who killed him, we have to ask what kind of throne he inherited because it had been taken in long before it took him.

June 8th, 1972, there was a man in Cababrini Green named Champ Richard Strong. And if you've seen the story that came before this one, you know the rough shape of what he built the first disciple set on Chicago's north side, organized inside those towers in the early 1960s, disciplined in a way that took years to develop.

He gave the operation its hierarchy, its reach, its particular internal order. What existed there by 1972 existed because Champ had made it. On June 8th, 1972, someone shot and killed him. The chair he left fell to a 20-year-old named Ernest Wilson. Not because Wilson had fought for it, not because he had outmaneuvered rivals.

He was the man who was there who had come up under Champ close enough to understand the structure from the inside. He knew which parts of the operation needed attention and which ones would hold. When the structure had no one running it, Wilson was the person who fit the space.

He had been born in Chicago on July 12th, 1952. Cababrini Green was not a place he had chosen. It was the only world he had ever known those towers, their floors and corridors, organizing a community in ways the community never voted on. He grew up inside all of it. He knew which men were steady and which were liabilities.

He knew what Champ had expected. He knew where the weight of the operation rested and what it took to keep it from tipping. He was 20 years old and he was now the one Champ's people expected things of. Nobody asked. That was not how this worked. The court record from those years sketches a man paying tuition as it came due.

1970 aggravated assault one year. 1973 armed robbery. 1974 David Barksdale. King David the architect of the disciples died from complications of a gunshot wound he had been carrying for two years. When Barksdale died, Wilson was the highest ranking disciple on Chicago's north side streets. He was 22 years old.

1975 voluntary manslaughter conviction. I don't know who died in that case. The record I found doesn't give him a name. It just lists the charge lists, the conviction, and keeps moving like that was all there was to it. But somebody was dead. Wilson was convicted of killing him. ...Read more in comment👇👇👇

05/28/2026

Albanian Gang Refused To Pay Roy DeMeo's Crew — They Disappeared Before Morning
Nobody refused Roy Deo twice. This is not hyperbole. It is a documented operational fact about how the Deo crew functioned in the specific geography of Brooklyn and Long Island in the late 1970s and early 1980s. The refusal happened once occasionally. The second conversation never took place because the people who had refused were not available for a second conversation.

They were somewhere in the Fountain Avenue dump or at the bottom of Maurice Bay or in the specific location that the crews disposal methodology had directed them to depending on the circumstances of the particular evening and the particular sequence of events that had produced the particular need.

The Albanian crew that refused Roy Deo's people in the late 1970s did not understand this operational fact with sufficient completeness to modify their behavior accordingly. They understood it by mourning. By mourning the understanding was irrelevant to most of them personally because most of them were no longer in a position to apply understanding to anything.

They had been processed through the specific systematic industrialized killing operation that Roy Deo had built in the back rooms of a Brooklyn bar and that had by the time that the Albanian crews refusal reached him been running at high efficiency for several years. This is not the story of a gang war. There was no war.

Wars require two sides capable of sustaining conflict over time. The Albanian crews refusal of Roy Deo's tribute demand produced a single swift complete response that eliminated the conflict before the second day before morning. This is the story of how that happened. and what it reveals about the specific nature of what Roy Deo had built and why the Albanian crew's particular kind of fearlessness which was real and genuine and had served them in every previous context they had encountered was exactly the wrong kind of fearlessness for the situation they were in.

The Albanian community that was establishing itself in parts of Brooklyn and Queens in the late 1970s brought with them something that the existing criminal landscape had not previously encountered in quite the same form. They came from a tradition of organized violence that was in certain specific ways older and more deeply culturally embedded than anything the New York mob had developed.

The canon, the ancient Albanian code of conduct, had governed everything from property rights to interf family conflict through mechanisms that included blood feuds capable of running across generations. The specific psychology produced by growing up in a culture where violent response to perceived dishonor was not simply permitted but obligatory was qualitatively different from the psychology produced by the American criminal organizations that the Albanian immigrants were now operating adjacent to. They were not afraid of violence. This is the most important single fact about the Albanian criminal crews that were establishing themselves in New York during this period.

Not in the performed way that many criminal organizations cultivate the appearance of fearlessness as a business tool. in the genuine way that comes from a cultural formation in which physical confrontation is so normalized that its threat value has been reduced to nearly zero. Men who have grown up in communities where blood feuds are an ordinary feature of social life, where the obligation to respond to dishonor with force is culturally absolute, where violence is not the exception to the social contract, but one of its primary enforcement mechanisms. Those men do not respond to the conventional intimidation tools that criminal organizations use to maintain territorial control. ...Read more in comment👇👇👇

05/28/2026

New Jersey Mafia Family VANISHED ! Mysterious disappearance of a Mafia Crime Family !
In the 20th century, a mafia crime family on the east coast of America completely vanished. Let's check it out. I'm James Ladwish and welcome to OC Shorts, bringing you detailed historical snapshots of the American Mafia and other organized crime. Feel free to subscribe if you like that sort of thing.

In the public eye, the mafia in New Jersey became famous due to the fictional TV crime family, the Sopranos. In real life, when people discuss a New Jersey mafia crime family, they often think about the Davalocanti crime family. However, what is rarely discussed is that historically there were in fact two New Jersey crime families, the Newick crime family and the Elizabeth crime family.

The Elizabeth crime family is now known famously as the D cavalcanti family after their famous boss Sam de Calbocanti. However, the new crime family would disappear from existence completely. I sat down for a fascinating conversation with respected mob historian Scott Dichi, a man who has penned books about the mob in New Jersey, including Garden State Gangland, and his new book Jersey Boss, which covers the life and times of New Jersey based Genevese powerhouse Jerry Cina.

We discussed the mysterious Newick crime family and its disappearance. Hi, Scott. Thanks again for coming on. Always a pleasure speaking with you. Um I think a lot of people aren't aware when they think of New Jersey, they think of the Davocanti family. Um but I think people are kind of not aware that in the early days there was actually kind of two small families.

There was the Newark family and the Elizabeth family. Um which obviously then became the Davocantes. But the Newick family eventually disbanded and disappeared. Can you talk a little bit about about the Newick family? And there's some kind of confusion about, you know, who was their leadership and and things like that.

>> Yeah. So, the Newark family is is certainly a newer I would say a newer family. They're they're an old family, but um it's probably only been in the last 10 15 years that there's really been kind of a effort to really research them because not much like you mentioned was really known about them.

They didn't last a very long period of time, maybe only about 20 years at the tops. Uh but it was a group of Sicilian immigrants who uh formed a family in one part of Newark. And some of the early members are people like Gasper Demo, uh Sam Monaco. Um another one was Stfano Badami who later kind of becomes associated with the Elizabeth family or the Dalvocante family.

Uh then you got people like Vincenz Vincen, excuse me, Vincenzo Troya, uh who come over, they're associated with with the Rockford, Illinois family. Then he comes over and is associated a member of the Newark family. Uh he gets he gets killed I think I want to say 31 30 34. Uh >> I mean Troy is an interesting character because when you look at the kind of the events of round 31 um and the stuff from Nicola Gentile he mentions Troy as quite this kind of vocal important kind of individual among this whole Marano era. >> Yeah he's um uh he goes to meet with Lucky Luciano and oh actually I'm sorry it wasn't Troy that was killed in 31. It was Sam Monaco supposedly the underboss. Troy was killed in 35. But yeah, so Troy shows up as one of these really kind of important early mafia figures that not, you know, again, not a lot is known about. We're learning more and more as time goes on. Uh but then all of a

sudden, like by 1937 38, they're they're kind of disbanded. So they, you know, they're there for a short period of time and then they disband. They go to other families. I think the Columbus were were the recipients of a few members. Um the one thing that I think is still a little bit of a mystery is exactly why um they disbanded there. ...Read more in comment👇👇👇

05/28/2026

The Irish Gang So Violent the Italian Mafia Was Actually Scared of Them
By 1977, Hell's Kitchen had seen violence before, but never like this. If you want real history, documented, unsanitized, and told exactly as it happened, subscribe now. These stories don't stay buried. New York City, Hell's Kitchen, May 13th, 1977. 2:15 a.m. Jimmy Counan stands in the back room of the 596 Club on 10th Avenue. Mickey Featherstone is with him.

So is a man named Ricky Taciello. Taciello had been talking. He had been seen with federal agents twice in the past month. Witnesses would later testify that Kunan gave the order without raising his voice. Taciello is shot once in the head. Kunan does not leave the body intact. He retrieves a knife from the bar.

Over the next 40 minutes, he dismembers the co**se. The pieces are placed in plastic garbage bags. Featherstone helps carry them to a car parked on 11th Avenue. By dawn, the bags are scattered across multiple dumpsters in three different burrows. This becomes the signature method. Over the next 7 years, at least 12 men disappear this way.

Police reports describe it as the Westies disposal protocol. It is effective. Without bodies, prosecutors cannot file murder charges. Witnesses refuse to talk. Families stop asking questions. James Michael Kunan was born in Manhattan on December 21st, 1946. He grew up on West 51st Street in the heart of Hell's Kitchen.

His father was a dock worker. His mother raised seven children in a four- room tenement. By age 15, Kunan had been arrested twice. Once for assault, once for armed robbery. Both charges were dropped. Witnesses did not appear in court. In 1965, Kunan began working for Mickey Spelain. Spelain controlled Hell's Kitchen's rackets.

Lone sharking, numbers running, labor extortion. He had held power since the early 1960s. He was Irish, connected to older Hell's Kitchen gangs, and respected by the Italian mafia families across the river. Kunan worked as an enforcer. He collected debts. He broke legs. He learned the neighborhood block by block. By 1971, Kunan wanted more.

Spain refused to promote him. Kunan began operating independently. He opened his own lone sharking business on 10th Avenue. He collected protection money from bars Spelain claimed as his own. Spelain responded by sending two men to beat Kunan in broad daylight outside the Market Diner on 11th Avenue.

Kunan survived. He did not retaliate immediately. On May 13th, 1973, Spellain's enforcer, Tom Deainy, was shot outside a bar on 9th Avenue. The shooter was never identified. Kunan was questioned and released. 3 months later, another Spillain associate, Eddie Kamiski, was found dead in a parking lot on West 44th Street.

He had been shot twice in the back of the head. Again, no arrests were made. Spain understood the message. In early 1974, he agreed to meet Counan at the Sunbright Bar on 10th Avenue. The meeting was observed by multiple witnesses. [ __ ] arrived with Featherstone and two others. Spelain arrived alone. They spoke for less than 10 minutes.

Spelain left the bar and never returned to Hell's Kitchen. He moved to Queens. He retired from criminal activity. [ __ ] now controlled the neighborhood. Mickey Featherstone became Counan's closest associate. Francis Thomas Featherstone was born on September 2nd, 1948 in Manhattan. He grew up on West 43rd Street. He joined the army in 1966 and served in Vietnam with the 101st Airborne Division.
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05/28/2026

He Slept With a Made Man's Wife — The Mob Held a Trial Before Killing Him
June 14th, 1986. A basement, a house in Bensonville, Illinois. Evening. 15 men were waiting. Tony Spilotro had been told this was a celebration. His brother Michael was finally going to receive his formal induction into the Chicago Outfit, the ceremony that made a man a full member of the organization, the recognition that both brothers had wanted for Michael for years.

They had been picked up from Michael's home in Oak Park by Jimmy Marcelo. They drove to Bensonville. They walked into the house. They went down the stairs. Tony Spilotro looked at the room. He had survived two decades of the most violent and consequential organized crime in American history.

He had been suspected in connection with nearly two dozen murders in Illinois and Nevada. He had put a man's head in a hydraulic vice until the eyeball burst from the socket and walked away. He had gone to trial multiple times and beaten every charge. He had bombed his closest childhood friend's car.

He had slept with that same childhood friend's wife for years while the Chicago outfit watched and the FBI watched and everybody in Las Vegas who was paying attention watched. He looked at 15 men he knew in a basement in Bensonville, and he understood immediately what this was. He asked if he could say a prayer. No one answered.

15 men attacked both brothers simultaneously. Michael had a pocket-sized .22 caliber handgun, but could not reach it. Tony fought. He was heard repeating, "You guys are going to get in trouble. You guys are going to get in trouble." They beat Michael with fists and knees and feet.

The forensic pathologist who later examined the bodies testified that neither man's skin was broken, no cuts, no lacerations, indicating that no weapons had been used, no baseball bats, despite what the casino movie showed, just hands and feet and the weight of 15 men who knew both brothers personally and had decided that the decision made about them was final.

Tony Spilotro had hemorrhaging in the muscles of his larynx and blood in his trachea and lungs. Michael had a fractured Adam's apple. Both men died in that basement. Their bodies were driven 60 mi southeast to a cornfield outside Enos, Indiana, and buried in their underwear 5 ft down. A farmer found them 8 days later when his shovel hit Michael during the application of field chemicals.

Tony Spilotro was 48 years old. He died because of 15 accumulated years of catastrophic decisions in Las Vegas. Bad decisions that the Chicago outfit had been tolerating and warning him about and ignoring until they finally could not ignore them anymore. But the decision that sealed it was not the burglary crew.

It was not the informants. It was not the FBI attention. It was the affair with Gary Rosenthal. And what makes that affair the most important single act of Tony Spilotro's final years is not the act itself. It is what the affair revealed about who Tony Spilotro had become and why the Chicago outfit concluded that a man willing to do that was a man they could no longer manage.

If you are watching this for the first time, subscribe right now and drop a comment telling us which state you are watching from. New York, Texas, California, Florida, anywhere in the country. Hit subscribe. Drop your state. Then let us get into this. The Chicago outfit sent Tony Spilotro to Las Vegas in 1971 with a specific and limited mandate.

Protect the casino skim. Keep order. Make sure the money kept flowing from the Stardust and the Hienda and the Fremont and the Marina to Chicago and Kansas City and Milwaukee and Cleveland. That was the job. Not to run his own operation, not to build his own power base, not to make enemies of every law enforcement agency in Nevada simultaneously.

His childhood friend Frank Rosenthal was already there. the operational genius running the outfit's casino interests. From his position as executive consultant to Alan Glick's Argent Corporation, between the two of them, the outfit had placed its two most trusted Chicago operatives in Las Vegas simultaneously.

Rosenthal handled the legitimate side, the sports books, the blackjack, the management decisions that made the casinos generate maximum revenue above and below the line. Spilotro handled the street side, the enforcement, the discipline, the management of anyone who created problems that Rosenthal's legitimate authority could not address.

In theory, it was an elegant arrangement. Two men who had grown up together on the same streets of Chicago's west side, deployed together to manage the outfit's most valuable asset. In practice, almost nothing about it worked the way the outfit intended. Spilotro arrived in Las Vegas and immediately began building something that was his rather than the outfits.

He opened a jewelry store on the Las Vegas strip called the gold rush. It functioned as a front for fencing stolen property, a business that generated additional income for Spilotro's personal operation rather than flowing to Chicago. He ran lone sharking out of a casino despite the Nevada Gaming Commission's blacklisting that was supposed to bar him from casino premises.

He built a burglary crew that became known as the hole-in-the-wall gang, named for their practice of entering buildings by cutting through exterior walls that committed residential and commercial burglaries across the LA Vegas area. None of this was the assignment. The assignment was to protect the skim. Every criminal enterprise Spilotro built on the side generated law enforcement attention that fell on him and on everything he touched, which meant it fell on the casino operations and on the families and associates whose names appeared near his name in FBI files and law enforcement intelligence reports. The outfit sent messages. They told him to pull back. The messages were not ignored exactly. Spilotro was not openly defiant with his Chicago bosses the way he had been with law enforcement. But the

pulling back was never complete and never sustained. He would moderate for a period and then expand again. The hole in the wall gang kept operating. The gold rush kept fencing. The lone sharking kept running. In 1981, six members of the Hole-in-the-Wall gang were arrested in the burglary of a furniture store.

The arrest produced a specific and catastrophic consequence. Frank Koula, who had been Spelotro's right-hand man in Las Vegas, who had moved there specifically at Spilotro's request in 1979, who had been Spelotro's closest criminal associate since childhood in Chicago, was among those arrested.

Kulotta had already become suspicious that Spilotro was planning to kill him over a combination of the FBI pressure and personal disputes. The arrest provided the mechanism. He became an FBI informant. He provided detailed testimony about Spilotro's operations and about the murders Spilotro had ordered.

The man who knew everything about Tony Spilotro's Las Vegas operations was now feeding that knowledge to the FBI. And underneath all of it, running as a separate and specifically personal catastrophe, was the affair. Frank Rosenthal and Tony Spilotro had been childhood friends from the same neighborhood of Chicago's Westside. They had grown up together.

They had moved to Las Vegas together on the outfits assignment. Their relationship was one of the longest and most foundational in either man's adult life. Jerry McGee had been a Las Vegas showgirl when Rosenthal married her in 1969. She was extraordinary to look at Sharon Stone's portrayal of her in Casino captures the specific combination of beauty and volatility that people who knew Gary Rosenthal described consistently across multiple accounts. ...Read more in comment👇👇👇

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