Mafia Cops | The Thin Blue Line | 1

Audible subscribers can binge new seasons of American Scandal early and ad-free right now. Join Audible in the Audible app or by subscribing on Apple podcasts. American Scandal uses dramatizations that are based on true events. Some elements including dialogue might be invented, but everything is based on historical research. It's a few hours before dawn on a winter's night in 1959 in rural Connecticut. 25-year-old Burton Kaplan drives along a desolate country road. Snowflakes drift through the beam of his headlights. He hasn't seen another car for miles, which is just as well because there's a dead body in his trunk. Kaplan doesn't know who the man is or why he was killed. All he knows is that he has to get rid of him. Kaplan has a gambling problem. He borrowed large sums of money from an ex-cop back in Brooklyn, and now that ex-cop expects a favor. Kaplan has been told to take the body to someone who might help him bury it. He's agreed, of course, otherwise he knows he might be the one in the trunk next time. Kaplan checks his directions, then turns off the main road onto a dirt track. Through the trees ahead, you can see a pair of headlights. As he gets closer, Kaplan spots a man leaning against a car watching him approach. He's dressed in a thick, sheepskin coat and leather gloves as carrying a shovel. As Kaplan parks his car and gets out, the man walks over. Well, he's in the back. Kaplan pops the trunk. The body is wrapped in gray plastic sheeding and tied up with duct tape. The man gives a grunt to satisfaction. All right, this way. Emotions for Kaplan to follow him. The snow is so deep here that it spills over the top of Kaplan's boots. Thankfully, the man doesn't go far before he stops. The man's Kaplan, the shovel. All right, this will do. You want me to. Yeah, dig. Right, of course. The man lights a cigarette and watches as Kaplan gets to work. Kaplan quickly clears the snow, but when he tries to dig into the dirt below, he finds that the earth is frozen solid. Kaplan puts his foot on the shovel and presses down with all his weight, but the blade barely scratches the surface. Only a thin layer of icy soil comes loose. Kaplan turns to the man. That's no use. It's rock hard. The man flicks away his cigarette with a scow. Give it to me. The man takes the shovel, but he doesn't make any more progress than Kaplan. It quickly tosses the shovel aside in frustration. Kaplan chooses lip. It's going to be dawn soon. I need to get back. Do you think this is my problem? Well, I didn't mean that, because if I'm not mistaken, that body's still in the trunk of your car. Well, what are we going to do then? The man lights another cigarette and then looks at Kaplan. You're going to drive to Long Island Sound. I'll follow in my car. We'll find a spot by the water that's nice and quiet and we'll dump the body there. Kaplan hesitates. He thought he was done carting around a body. The man frowns. You got a problem with that? Do I need to tell our friend that you've not been cooperative? No, no, it's not a problem. Long Island Sounded is. Now let's get going. Sounds coming up. Burton Kaplan trudges back to his car. As he starts the engine and backs up, he feels the weight and the trunk shift again. He can't understand how his life has come to this. It started with just a few bets and now he's an accessory to murder. But as he drives back down the dirt track toward the road, Kaplan makes a vow to himself. When this is all over, he's going to quit gambling. He'll work off his debts and he'll never do a deal with a dirty cop again. James Arthur Ray was a charismatic self-help guru who promised his followers a path to wealth and enlightenment by becoming the best versions of themselves. But not all who followed him finished their journey. For the Best Vingible Series, listen to the Audible True Crime podcast wherever you get your podcasts. Hi, I'm David Brown, the host of Business Wars from Audible Originals. In our new season, sweet and low, equal and splendour are locked in a bitter fight, battling for billions while scientists and regulators threaten to shut them all down. Make sure to listen to Business Wars on Audible or wherever you get your podcasts. From Audible Originals, I'm Lindsey Graham and this is American Scandal. For most of the 20th century, organized crime in New York was dominated by the so-called Five Families. These criminal gangs divided the city into different territories which they ruled through violence, coercion and bribery. From bootlegging alcohol during prohibition to loan-sharking, prostitution and illegal gambling, the Mafia's activities earned them plenty of attention from the authorities, but they had their ways around the law. They bought off judges, intimidated juries, and sometimes they corrupted the police themselves. Cops made perfect recruits for the mob. To most people, New York's boys and blue were beyond reproach, and when one of them was accused of a crime, they often closed ranks to protect each other. But while the public and their peers shielded the police from criticism for the right price, corrupt officers could make inconvenient investigations vanish, tip criminals off to surveillance and even act as private executioners. Two cops in particular proved more valuable to the New York Mafia than any others. In the 1980s, partners in crime, Lewis, Epilito and Stephen Caracampa betrayed their oaths of public service to make hundreds of thousands of dollars working with the mob. But not all law enforcement was as corrupt or as willing to look the other way. The dogged investigation of a few determined officers would eventually unmask these Mafia cops and expose two of the most decorated officers in NYPD history, as little more than hitmen for the mob. This is Episode 1, The Thin Blue Line. It's the summer of 1969 at the New York Police Academy in Manhattan. Arthur Herne's opens the door to a small, windowless interview room. He puts his papers down on the metal desk and sits on one of the hard wooden chairs on either side and waits. He's not questioning suspects today. He's talking to trainee cops as part of their background in character checks. Herne's as an investigator with the NYPD's personnel screening unit and it's a big job. Crime in the United States is on the rise and the federal government has increased funding for police departments across the country. As a result, the NYPD class of 1969 is the largest in its history. Herne's looks over his notes. His next appointment is with 26-year-old Stephen Caracampa. But from what he reads, Herne's can already tell that he's not going to like Caracampa. Nine years ago, at the age of 17, Caracampa was arrested for burglarizing a warehouse on Staten Island. He stole more than $1,000 worth of construction materials and tried to sell them on the black market. Caracampa was caught and sentenced to probation. So Herne's frowns. He knows teenagers do stupid things, but this was no high school prank. The warehouse burglary looked like a professional job. Caracampa either knew what he was doing or was working with someone who did. Either way, he doesn't speak highly of his character. There's a knock on the door and Herne's puts down the file. Caracampa steps inside. He slender almost gaunt with thick dark hair and an intense gaze. Herne shakes his hand and tells the young man to sit down. Caracampa scrapes back the other chair and takes a seat. He's a few years older than some of the other recruits. And he tells Herne's that he spent three years in the US Army in Vietnam. Since he was discharge, he's been living at home with his parents on Staten Island. Herne's has to ask Caracampa about the burglary and the young man shifts in his seat. His answers are evasive and he doesn't strike Herne's especially remorseful about his criminal past. So by the time the interview is over, Arthur Herne's has convinced that Caracampa is not a man who should be in uniform. Because recommendation that Caracampa be dismissed from the police academy is later overruled by a supervising officer. Herne's doesn't ever learn why. Maybe Caracampa knows someone further up the food chain who put in the good word or perhaps the city is just so desperate for new officers that even former criminals are acceptable. Either way, Stephen Caracampa is allowed to continue in the force. And it's while he's enrolled at the police academy that Caracampa meets another trainee cop named Lewis Epolito. They bond over their shared Italian background, but the two young men otherwise couldn't be more different. While the slender Caracampa is quiet and smart, the heavy-set Epolito is loud and brash. He's into bodybuilding and talks openly about his extensive family connections to the mob. Epolito's uncle and father were well-known gangsters. That isn't so unusual in the NYPD. A lot of recruits come from the same working class neighborhoods the Mafia operation, but it's unusual for cops to brag about their ties to mobsters the way Epolydo does, and despite strict rules against associating with criminals, he keeps talking to known local gangsters. Epolydo's pedigree raises a few eyebrows on the force, but time and time again, the NYPD chooses to look the other way, so Epolydo's career and law enforcement goes on. And in the late 1970s, he's assigned to the Brooklyn robbery squad. This joined there by his old academy friend, Stephen Caracapa. Soon though, it's not just police work that keeps the pair occupied. One man complains that Epolydo and Caracapa handcuffed him and stole $300 from his wallet. Epolydo is accused of stealing jewelry from the scene of a crime. Caracapa is accused of dealing drugs. But none of the claims is upheld. It's usually Epolydo or Caracapa's word against the civilians, and the NYPD is generally inclined to believe it's own over the public. And without hard evidence or corroborating witnesses, the complaints against the two men are all dismissed, and Epolydo and Caracapa are left free to continue where they left off. And in the late 1970s, Caracapa moves to the narcotic squad. He's part of a covert task force infiltrating a network of drug traffickers who are flooding New York with cocaine. But going undercover means sampling the merchandise or risk raising suspicions, and Caracapa soon develops a drug problem. His addiction steadily gets worse, and he even suffers a near-fatal overdose after the sudden death of his baby daughter. But despite all his troubles, he still has a reputation as a smart and confident officer. So out of sympathy, he's taken off narcotics and offered a place on the major case squad. It's one of the most sought after jobs in the NYPD. The major case squad has the power to take over any active homicide investigation in this city. And this means Caracapa can now access confidential intelligence on just about any case he wants. And that's information he and Louis Epolydo know certain people will pay handsomely for. But they need to get the right intermediary. Epolydo turns to his cousin Frank Santora Jr., who has some connections to the mafia. He tells the two detectives that he knows someone from his time in prison who might be able to help. His name is Burton Kaplan. Once he threw the dead body into Long Island Sound back in 1969, Kaplan has managed to quick gambling. But he hasn't been able to stay on the straight and narrow. He recently finished a two-year stint in Allenwood Federal Penitentiary after being convicted for manufacturing quay ludes. That's where he met Santora. They were dorm mates. After Kaplan's release in 1983, he opened the clothing store and promised his family he'd finally learn from his mistakes. But then Kaplan started selling imitation designer clothes and his shady business dealings brought him into contact with senior figures in the New York Mafia. So Epolydo and Kara Kappa think Kaplan sounds perfect. Santora sets up a meeting at his home in Brooklyn and Kaplan is already there when Epolydo shows up. And in Epolydo's eyes, Kaplan doesn't look much like a wise guy. He's about 50 and has thick square glasses and a receding hairline. But if Santora vouches for him, that's good enough for Epolydo. Once the men exchange greetings, Epolydo takes off his jacket. His gold chains rattling around his neck. He shows Kaplan and Santora a rip in the underarm of his shirt. He tore the seam while roughing a guy up, and he says things like that happen a lot. Thanks to his bill by the way, his jacket is too tight or his pants are too loose and sadly, police salaries just don't stretch to custom tailoring. Kaplan takes the hint. He tells Epolydo that he happens to own a clothing store. Epolydo should stop by some time and get fitted properly for a new suit, free of charge, of course. Epolydo grins. It looks like he and Kaplan are going to get long. And it's true it's hard to get rich while being a cop. The saying goes that crime pays, but police work doesn't. And a lot of NYPD officers work overtime to supplement their income or take second or even third jobs to make ends meet, but there are plenty of ways for less groupulous cops to make money as well. It's an open secret in the department that many officers take bribes, others steal drugs from evidence lockers and sell them back on the streets they seize them from. But what Epolydo and Kaerikapa are dealing is far rarer than drugs and potentially even more valuable. But their trade and information isn't without risks, and sometimes they can't help but leave a trail. Just before dawn on March 16th, 1984, the FBI launches a raid on a property in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. It's the opulent home of Rosario Gambino of the Gambino crime family. The FBI has been building a case against him for months, and now that they have solid proof of him trying to sell 40 kilos of heroin, it's time to bring him in. An FBI agent hammers on the door. Open up, FBI. The house is silent, though, when no one comes to the door. The agent turns and gives a signal to the arrest team. Two plain clothes officers wearing body armor step forward with a battering round. The wood splinters around the lock. The arrest team then kicks the door down and storms into the hallway beyond. The agent hangs back and waits for the all clear. Farther down the street, beyond the FBI perimeter, lights are coming on and neighboring houses, and it won't be long before there'll be people on their doorsteps wondering what's going on. Hopefully, the FBI will be finished by then. And after a few more moments, the agent's partner appears in the doorway. All right, we got him. The cuffing him now. House is clear. The agent hurries inside. He doesn't bother to wipe his shoes and trails mud across the gleaming floor and his partner grins. Oh, you're ruining Rosario's nice, shiny floors. You want to talk to him? He's in the kitchen. No, he won't have anything to say to us. Let's take a look around. The agent heads to the stairs, which sweep around a gleaming chandelier. His partner gives a low whistle. How much do you think that set him back? More than we make in a year. Ever think we're in the wrong business? The agent heads toward the master bedroom. The room is huge, with deep pile carpet and a television mounted on the wall. The FBI agent looks around. All right, check the closet, I'll take the bathroom. The agent opens cabinets and starts searching through the various medicines and ointments. He's just peering at a prescription label on a bottle of pills when his colleague calls from the next room. Hey, you're going to want to take a look at this. The agent replaces the pills and heads back to the bedroom. Yeah, what you got? Well, I found a stack of $100 bills and this. It's a pile of photocopy documents, and there's a crest stamped on top that the agent recognizes immediately. These are NYPD files. Yeah. He's got surveillance reports here, suspect lists, internal briefing materials. Geez. I know. How did Gambino get his hands on this? The 36 documents found in Rosario Gambino's bedroom contain detailed intelligence about ongoing police investigations. It's information that should only be available to law enforcement. But somehow, it had made its way into the bedroom of a mafia boss. To the FBI agents, it's immediately clear what's going on. These files weren't stolen or misplaced, so one leaked this information to Gambino, and that means the NYPD has a rat. And what if AI could recreate the voice of somebody you loved who died? What if it destroyed your reputation with words you never said? And what if you fell in love with something that was never human? I'm Mark Vannell, and in my brand new, audible original podcast, I'm traveling the globe to investigate the very personal ways. AI is already changing our relationships, our memories, and our sense of what is real. Unreal. Listen now, unordable. One company changed the artificial sweetener industry forever by deleting four words from a tagline, sales, skyrocketed, rivaled sued, and a multi-billion dollar war was on. 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The FBI sends the photocopies to be tested for fingerprints, and they soon find a match to a 36-year-old New York police detective named Louis Epilito. He seems a likely suspect. He has known family connections to organized crime and a long list of complaints against him as an officer. He even looks like a Brooklyn mobster, with slick back hair and gaudy rings on his fingers. So the FBI takes its evidence to NYPD's internal affairs, the department responsible for investigating misconduct by NYPD officers, and when the team at Internal Affairs folks into the matter, they find more evidence against Lewis Epilito. They established that the photocopies were made on the machine at the 62nd precinct, the station where Epilito works. And they discovered that in December 1983, Epilito traveled to the Intelligence Division in downtown Brooklyn without his superior's permission. And while he was there, he requested access to Rosario Gambino's files, even though he wasn't working a case involving Gambino at the time. So the internal affairs team decides to bring Epilito in for questioning. But when confronted with what appears to be strong evidence, Epilito swears he's innocent. He claims that he saw a wanted poster for Rosario Gambino on the wall and told a detective in the Intelligence Division that he'd seen Gambino in Brooklyn the week before. The detective then gave Epilito the Gambino files to take back to the 62nd precinct. Epilito insists that he didn't make the photocopies, but he can't account for how they ended up with his fingerprints on him 40 miles away in Rosario Gambino's bedroom. Remarkably, it's decided by prosecutors that there isn't enough evidence to charge Epilito with a crime. But the team at Internal Affairs still doesn't buy his version of events, and he's suspended without pay while his conduct is investigated further. So on April 4, 1985, Louis Epilito was called before the deputy commissioner for a disciplinary hearing. The commissioner's job is to ensure departmental integrity and uphold ethical standards within the NYPD, but he has limited powers, and as the hearing gets underway, he quickly becomes frustrated with a hand he's been dealt. Contrary to usual procedure, the department's lawyers declined to call any witnesses or even cross-examine the defendant, so the deputy commissioner has to decide the case based on one fact alone that Epilito's fingerprints were found on the leaked files. Epilito's fingerprints absurd to the deputy commissioner, it's like the department is trying to undermine its own case, but he can't do anything about it. So he saw eyes and asks Epilito if he would like to say anything in his defense before decision is made. Epilito gets to his feet. He tells the room that he's been unfairly singled out because his family has ties to the mafia. That's not something he can change, but he says he shouldn't be judged for the mistakes of others. He insists that he's true blue. Epilito has been a cop for over 15 years and claims he's the 11th most decorated officer in the history of the force. Epilito concludes his speech by telling the room that I've never had anybody accuse me of something. He then thanks the deputy commissioner for his time and sits back down. But the deputy commissioner is not convinced by Epilito's speech. Still, he doesn't feel he has any choice but to clear him. No one disputes Epilito's fingerprints were on the files found in Rosario Gambino's bedroom, but no evidence has been presented at the hearing that conclusively proves that he was the one who leaked them. So to the frustration of the investigators at Internal Affairs, the charges against Epilito are officially declared unsubstantiated. Epilito is allowed to return to his work as a police officer in Brooklyn, and he and Stephen Caracapa are back in business. But while Epilito has gotten himself out of hot water, Burton Kaplan has found himself in trouble yet again. This clothing business is booming. He is expanded to a second store and he started selling to big chains like maces in Nordstrom. But even this success doesn't seem to be enough for Kaplan. He's drawn deeper and deeper into the criminal underworld and strikes up a close relationship with Anthony Gaspipe-Kasso, a senior man in the Lukaze crime family. And toward the end of 1985, Kasso comes to Kaplan with a new scheme. Gasso has a contact who has found a way to steal treasury bills. Kaplan just needs to discover a way to cash them before someone notices they're missing. It's a risky idea. If the bills are reported missing before they're cashed, they'll be worthless. But if they can pull this off, they'll be able to make hundreds of thousands of dollars and no one will be able to trace it back to them. So Kaplan agrees to help. They decide to start with just a single bill worth half a million dollars. Kaplan tracks down a jeweler in Brooklyn who says he can cash the treasury bill with a banker in London. That banker will demand a hefty fee, but it will be worth it and a deal is quickly agreed to. A few days later, the jeweler gets back in touch with Kaplan and gives him his share of the money as promised. The scheme seems to have gone off without a hitch and now that they've proved that it works, Kasso and Kaplan are eager to repeat the trick with more bills next time. But then Kaplan gets word from the banker in London. He never received the fee that was agreed to and he wants some answers. Kaplan promises to look into it and he soon learns that the jeweler from Brooklyn never even traveled to London. Instead, he paid another man to do the work for him and it was this second guy, Israel Greenwald, who met with a banker. But Greenwald wasn't told that the treasury bill was stolen and he failed to pass on the promised fee. What's worse, on his return to the United States, Greenwald was stopped by the FBI. He was furious when he discovered the reason. He thought he was just doing a friend of favor. He had no idea he was involved in a mafia conspiracy and soon he agreed to cooperate with authorities. Now Kaplan is worried that Greenwald will lead the FBI right back to him in Anthony Kaso, so something has to be done. At first Kaplan only wants to give Greenwald a scare to let him know what might happen if he says too much. But then Kaplan decides that's too risky. With his previous record, his involvement in the treasury bill scheme could see him sent away for a long time. So no matter how often Kaplan turns it over in his mind, he always comes to the same conclusion. Greenwald has to disappear. He could talk to Kaso about it, of course, but he'd rather deal with it himself. He was the one who found the unreliable jeweler and got them into this mess. So he reaches out to Frank Santora, Jr. He arranges a call from a payphone where he sure he can't be traced. He's still nervous. Stealing treasury bills or peddling fake Calvin clients is one thing. Murder is another. Kaplan peers through the glass of the phone booth. He's anxious so one might have followed him, but the street looks empty. Kaplan fishes a coin from his pocket, along with a piece of paper with a phone number on it. It's the number of the payphone closest to Santora's home. Kaplan stands there for a moment, coin in hand, and staring at the number. And he feeds the machine and dials. After a few rings, Santora answers. Hello. Kaplan cups the phone close to his ear. Yeah, yeah, it's me. It's what's this about for? Got some work for your cousin. Yeah, what kind of job? Kaplan glances through the glass again and lowers his voice even further. Well, there's a guy I need taken care of. Can you help with that? Yeah, I'll talk to Lou. I'm sure there'll be no problem if you can pay. Kaplan shifts nervously. He's not sure what price to put on a man's life. Well, how much would you want? Big job like this? Safe, 30? All the max I can do is 20. Oh, Bernard, I thought we were having a serious talk here. Give me a call when you're ready for a real conversation. No, no, don't go. I could do 25. Please, I just can't do it all at once. I can pay 10 now, another 10 next week, and the last five the week after that. How's that sound? Santora is silent for a moment. Kaplan grips the receiver. Frankie, you there? 25. All right, that's fair. Kaplan breathes a sigh of relief. Great, I appreciate that. So who's the guy? Stames Israel Greenwall. He lives at 1206 Sage Street in Queens. Drives a blue Cadillac and works on 47. All right, 1206 Sage Street. Israel Greenwall. All right, consider it done. Thanks, Frankie. I owe you anytime, how's the family? Your daughter doing well? Kaplan can't believe how calm Santora sounds. He starts to wonder how many times he might have had a conversation like this before. Yeah, they're fine. Thanks. Good to hear it. Good to hear it. All right, then. Well, I'll be in touch. The line goes silent. Burton Kaplan replaces the receiver, his heart pounding. He's just sentenced a man to death, and it wasn't much harder than ordering a pizza. He walks home in a days. Despite all his precautions, Kaplan is still paranoid that the murder might be traced back to him. So he decides now would be a good time for a business trip. He packs his bags and heads to Arizona to check out some property investments there. Because Kaplan doesn't want to be anywhere near New York when Israel Greenwall gets hit. You stepped out for your morning jog, except it's not your usual morning jog. You started listening to an epic sci-fi book, Unaudible. 30 chapters later, you've accidentally run a half marathon. You lost track of how far you've run, somewhere just past the city limits. You can't stop. You have to find out what happens next. Then it's over. The universe seems bigger. You feel different. You feel like you have no idea where you are. Audible. Stories that speak to you. I'm Mark Vannell, and in my brand new Audible original podcast, I'm travelling the globe to investigate the very personal ways. Unreal. Listen now, Unaudible. [MUSIC] Every 10th 1986, Israel Greenwald kisses his wife and says goodbye to his daughters before they head off to school. He promises to be back in time to meet a man who's interested in buying their family's Cadillac. But later that day, Greenwald is driving along the New York State through way when he's pulled over by an unmarked police car. Two detectives approach and flash their badges. They tell Greenwald he's wanted in connection with a hit and run and needs to come in for an identification lineup. If he isn't picked out by the witnesses, he'll be free to go. Greenwald knows he has nothing to do with any hit and run, and he's confident the identity lineup will prove a innocent, so he agrees to go with the cops. The officers tell Greenwald to give his keys to their colleague, a third man who will drive Greenwald's car to the station for him. Greenwald hesitates a moment for handing over the keys. Then he gets in the back of the police car and makes small talk with the officers. He doesn't realize anything's wrong until they stop at a row of run-down garages in Brooklyn. These garages are owned by Pete Franzone. He's sitting in the guard shack reading a newspaper when Lewis Eppelito drives past. Eppelito rents one of the sheds that lined a lot and he parks in front of it now. Franzone returns to his newspaper, but a few moments later there's a flurry of movement by Eppelito's car that catches his eye. The door to the shed is open and two men are pushing a third inside, even from across the lot. Franzone can see that one of the men is Eppelito's cousin, Frank Santora, and it was Santora who introduced Franzone to Eppelito a few years back. He often comes by the lot to hang out. But Franzone doesn't recognize the thinner man with him or the person they're pushing into the garage. For a moment he wonders what's going on. And he decides he'd rather not know. Santora has connections to the mafia, and the safest thing for Franzone to do is pretend he's seen and heard nothing. So he looks down at his newspaper and forces himself to read. After about 20 minutes Santora and the thin man emerge from the garage and walk quickly away from the lot, Eppelito has been sitting in his car the entire time, but as soon as the other man leave, he starts his car up and drives off too. There's no sign of the other man though, Franzone breathes a sigh of relief. He tries not to think about what must have just happened to that guy. He's just glad Eppelito, Santora, and their thin friend are gone. But then a few minutes later, there's a tap on the window. Franzone looks up, and Frank Santora is standing outside. The zone trembles as he sets aside his newspaper and goes to the door. He wants nothing to do with any of this, but he doesn't dare ignore Santora. Hi, Frank. You seeing me in my cousin Lou a little while ago? Franzone isn't sure whether that's a trick question. Oh, I don't know. I was reading the newspaper. Sure you did. You always say you can see everything from that little shed of yours. Oh, well, even, I mean, sure, I saw you, of course. How is Lou? Well, I want to show you something. Santora starts walking toward Eppelito's garage. Franzone hesitates. He really doesn't want to know what's behind that door. You know, Frankie, I'm kind of busy reading the newspaper. Come on, Pete. Only be a minute. Santora opens the garage and beckons Franzone inside. It's dark, but Franzone can see there's something on the floor. Santora turns on the lights and Franzone freezes. Man he saw pushed into the garage while he's dead on the concrete. He's got some good seeps from several bullet wounds. Frankie, help me bury him, will you? Franzone doesn't know what to say. Santora grabs his shoulder. You hear what I said? I can't, Frankie. Santora frowns. You just let a man get hit on your property. He gets found and you'll be in accessory to murder. Franzone wants to run, but his feet are frozen to the spot. Santora gives him a gentle pat on the shoulder. My way here, I'll go get the shovels. The concrete floor of the garage is surprisingly thin and it doesn't take Pete Franzone long to dig a hole deep enough to bury Israel green wall. Once the grave is ready, Frank Santora rolls the body in. He empties a bag of white lime over it and then tells Franzone to refill the hole. Finally, they concrete over the gap in the floor. Soon the only sign that Green wall was ever there will be a patch of new concrete. But while the garage floor dries, at Greenwald's home in Queens, his wife Leah is sitting by the window waiting for her husband to come home. Normally he calls several times a day, but she hasn't heard from him since he left the house this morning. This disappearance is completely out of character and soon she's worried enough to file a missing person's report with the police. Several days later she gets a call from detectives and it's not good news. Her husband's car has turned up at a long-term parking lot at JFK airport and to the police it looks like Greenwald has fled the country. Leah refuses to believe that. Israel loves his family too much, he would never abandon them. But police officers tell her there's nothing more they can do to help. But while Leah Greenwald begins to mourn her missing husband, the man who ordered his death is soaking up the sun in Arizona. Burton Kaplan's trip out west has provided him with convenient alibi. But when he returns to New York he's eager to find out what happened as soon as possible. So he arranges a meeting at his house with Frank Santora. Santora makes small talk with Kaplan's wife while she brews coffee. But Kaplan is impatient to get Santora alone. He prefers to keep his business dealing separate from his family life and he certainly doesn't want his wife to overhear anything about the deal with Santora and his cousin. So as soon as the coffee is ready Kaplan cuts the conversation in the kitchen short and invites Santora to talk privately in his office. Showing him inside he tells Santora to take a seat before shutting the door firmly behind them. Santora sits and slurps his coffee and with a confident easy smile he tells Kaplan that he, his cousin and another cop have taken care of the business they discussed. Israel Greenwald won't be bothering Kaplan again. Kaplan knows he should be pleased but all he feels is anxiety. He knew that Santora's cousin, Louis Epilito, would be part of the deal but now Santora is telling him there was another cop involved and that makes him nervous. He wants to know what this other man saw and whether he can be trusted. But Santora reassures Kaplan that neither his cousin nor his colleague know where Greenwald's body is buried and without that there's nothing for Kaplan to worry about. But at this point Kaplan can't help but ask how Santora did dispose of the body. Kaplan is hazy on the details. He just says he threw Greenwald in the water and it's best if Kaplan doesn't know the specifics. Kaplan nods. He's right of course. Santora then sets down his coffee and says there's just one more item of business left. So Kaplan goes to his desk and unlocks a drawer. In it are stacks of $50 bills held together with rubber bands. He takes out 20 stacks and hands them to Santora. He switches while Santora counts the cash and when he's finished he stashes the money in the inside pocket of his jacket. Then the two men shake hands and Kaplan sees them out. After he closes the front door Kaplan breathes the sigh of relief. Israel Greenwald has gone for good. Kaplan has just gotten away with murder with two officers from the NYPD helping him do it. From audible originals and airship this is episode 1 of Mafia Combs for American Scan. In our next episode, Lewis Epilito and Stephen Caracapa assist a gang-land boss in the hunt for the men who tried to kill him. 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