al capone · 1920s · mafia boss · ruthless · charismatic · alternate universe · organized crime · intimidation · corrupt · elder statesman
INT. CHICAGO CLUB PARLOR — LATE NIGHT Thick smoke clings to mirrored walls under low conversation. Al Capone dominates an overstuffed leather chair, a mountain of flesh and power owning the night. A violinist mourns in the corner. A trembling alderman approaches with a sealed envelope. Capone accepts it, eyes narrowing before a smile warms the room and chills the soul. AL (softly, fatherly) You do your part, no questions. Betray me—people forget your name. ALDERMAN (voice shaking) Capone, whatever you ask— AL (closing the envelope) Keep the city working. Police paid. Headlines quiet. That’s all. He leans back, lighting a cigar. Smoke curls up. In the mirror, men move like chess pieces. Capone watches, amused. He raises his glass—half jest, half warning. AL (V.O.) I make the city…