Lindsey Graham

A whole truck full of Canadian whiskey falling in my lap?

Never should have trusted that no-good son of a gun.

Well, boss, where do you want me to go now?

Pull around the corner.

There's nothing we can do but wait for them to leave.

Might as well grab a cup of coffee.

We got six of our guys in there.

It looks like they're going to have to spend Valentine's Day in jail.

We'll get them out as soon as we can, though.

Well, I guess it's a good thing we were running late, right?

Otherwise, we'd be going to jail, too.

You nod because your colleague has a point.

Still, you're annoyed.

You should have trusted your instincts.

All this competition among gangs might have worn you down, made you sloppy.

And now you have to add bailing your guys out to an already busy day.

On February 14, 1929, Bugs Moran, the powerful leader of the North Side Gang, narrowly managed to avoid what he thought was a shakedown.

After spotting a police car idling outside a garage where he'd been tipped off to a shipment of Canadian whiskey, Moran sped away.

But meanwhile, a housewife named Jeanette Landsman, who lived in a neighboring apartment building, was ironing a pile of clothes when a series of loud bangs from the garage next door startled her.

Lansman had never heard a machine gun before, but she'd read plenty of descriptions of it in the newspaper, and every bone in her body told her that's what she'd just heard.