We did what he wanted and dumped him in the trunk of a car along with Billy. He asked to be strangled so his wife could collect some insurance money. In turn, Jimmy Miraglia had been found drinking in a bar by Spilotro and his crew, they brought him into a back room and beat him but didnt kill him, they then took him and put him in the trunk of his own car, then brought him to where McCarthys body was being kept. He gave up Jimmy Miraglia’s name just before he died. The kids eyeball popped right out of his fuckin head. We finally got so pissed off we put his head in a vise and turned it. We beat that motherfucker with everything, they beat him for three days, even stabbing him with ice-picks but he wouldnt tell us who did the Scalvos with him. Spilotro said, that Billy McCarthy was one tough fucking Irishman. Tony Spilotro told Frank Cullotta all about it shortly afterward. Jimmy Miraglia went missing a few days later. He said to Frank, heres your car, see you later. ![]() About forty minutes later Tony came back. Tony took Franks car and left him with Saint. That night he met Tony and an someone going by the name of Saint at Howard Johnsons. Frank could either prove himself by setting up McCarthy, or die along with them.Ĭullotta knew he was in a tough place, he set McCarthy up, Frank got McCarthy on the phone and scheduled to meet. Spilotro paid Cullotta a visit and asked him about McCarthy & Miraglia, Spilotro explained that while he didn’t think Frank had taken part in the murders, some people did. Spilotro knew that both McCarthy & Miraglia were associates of an old friend of his, Frank Cullotta. Spilotro soon found out that McCarthy had taken a couple of beatings from the Scalvo brothers and that in one of those beatings Jimmy Miraglia was present. ![]() Tony “The Ant” Spilotro, who had been working for Mad Sam DeStefano took this opportunity to show the Outfit bosses he was up for the job and to become a Made Man. The Outfit bosses wanted the murderers identified and dealt with. This was only going to be solved in one way, death. This enraged the Outfit, not only did they kill connected men in mob territory, they also killed an innocent civilian. That opportunity came soon enough, one night as the Scalvo brothers were leaving the Black Door, again with the cocktail waitress when all three were shot dead by McCarthy and Miraglia. Killing innocent civilians was not looked upon too kindly by the Outfit, so it McCarthy & Miraglia decided to wait for the right opportunity. ![]() But every time the brothers left the bar a cocktail waitress left with them. By now an enraged, McCarthy and Miraglia wanted to kill the Scalvo brothers.įor about a week they went back and forth to the Black Door watching the brothers. McCarthy, who was drunk got into an argument with the brothers, who beat him up and threw him out of the bar.Ī couple of nights later Billy McCarthy and an associate Jimmy Miraglia went back to the Black Door to sort out the Scalvo brothers. Two brothers managed the bar, Ronnie and Phil Scalvo, their father was closely tied to the Chicago Outfit. One night Billy McCarthy was drinking in the Black Door bar by himself, the Black Door was a bar in Rosemont Mob-connected bar. McCarthy wouldnt be a household name but a series of events would lead him to be remembered in a scene in Martin Scorsese’s classic Casino. And what I see sickens me.Billy McCarthy was a stick up man and a members of Frank Cullotta’s burglary crew in Chicago, Illinois. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. For you and for every one and every thing that you have chosen to care for. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. Who would want this nightmare if not for fear of the next? The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. If you could banish the fear of death from men's hearts they wouldnt live a day. Show me a religion that prepares one for death. And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man. And if that pain were actually collective instead of simply reiterative then the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and send it crashing and burning through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. ![]() The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Cant you see? The clamour and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. Can you understand that? Look around you man.
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