Title: UK – Daily Express – Mafia Hit-men Murdered Marilyn
Newspaper Daily Express
Date: Saturday, February 17, 1992
Confession of A Godfather
Lethal overdose plan to frame the Kennedy clan
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Giancana expected to be rewarded with a blind eye turned on his drug and gambling rackets. Instead, he suffered increasing harassment from the FBI, and from the President’s crime-busting brother Bobby, the Attorney General, who branded Sam: a guinea greaseball, dago scum.”
Enraged at being betrayed, Giancana plotted spectacular revenge – to frame Bobby for the death of Marilyn Monroe. But first that meant killing Monroe.
Before his dead, Giancana confided his secrets to his brother Chuck, no 69 and recovering from a heart by-pass operation.
I don’t knowhow much longer I’ve go to go. I must not let all this die with me,” Chuck told his son, Sam. Together, they’ve written this sensational testament.
Marilyn Monroe owed her early career breaks to the favors she bestowed on powerful men – and to her connection with the Mafia. Sam “Mooney” Giancana was friendly with elderly Hollywood producer Joe Schenck, who bedded Monroe when he was 70.
Schenk introduced the blonde starlet to another Giancana croney, producer Harry Cohn, who also became her lover. But by 1953, her days as a nobody were over as Marilyn found stardom with the film Niagara.
Although Mooney reckoned she had been a good investment, he also knew she was a sadly driven woman, who readily traded her body and sole for what she imagined was success and fame.
Hers was a fantasy world filled with conquered men and white knights. But in real life, she became the conquered and the white knights became her persecutors. Deceived countless times by men, Monroe was the quintessential victim.
Her desire to achieve stardom, coupled with her childlike desire to please, was exploited by the Mafia and CIA, who used her to frame world leaders.
Mooney reckoned that by using Monroe as bait, the CIA had successfully compromised leaders from Asia to the Middle East. And Marilyn, because she enjoyed the attentions of the world’s most powerful men, was a willing participant in the intrigue.
Mooney knew that the American President had been romantically connected with Monroe since 1960, and thanks to phone bugging by Bernie Spindel, a CIA operative with Mob connections, he also knew that in March 1962, Bobby Kennedy, the Attorney General, had been involved with her as well.
Marilyn, the misfit child of a dozen foster homes, now passed from on Kennedy to another. And she told friends, over her tapped phones, she believed she was falling in love with the Attorney General.
As they cut their ties from the Mob, Bobby and Jack believed they were invincible. But an angry Giancana was not determined to show them just how vulnerable they were. By June 1962, Marilyn’s film career was coming apart, along with her relationship with Bobby.
Her knowledge of the CIA-Mafia collaboration, and her increasingly severe emotional difficulties, had become a dangerous combination – especially when she threatened to “blow the lid of the whole damn thing.”
The CIA, fearful of exposure by the drug-addicted Monroe, requested Mooney to have her eliminated – or so he claimed. The Mafia boss seized on the contract as a way to achieve another objective. By murdering Monroe, it might be possible to depose the rulers of Camelot.
One week before her death, a distraught Monroe flew into Lake Tahoe’s Cal-Neva Lodge. Unbeknown to her, Mooney had orchestrated the invitation.
Among the guests was a man Mooney jokingly referred to as ‘Peter the Rabbit’ Lawford, the President’s brother-in-law. At dinner that evening, Mooney and Lawford watched as Marilyn drank herself into near oblivion, pouring out her heart to Mooney. She sobbed that Bobby had refused her phone calls. She had even tried to reach him at his home in Virginia, something that sent the Attorney General, recently hailed nationally as Father Man Of The Year, into a towering rage.
She said she was “nothing more than a piece of meat” to the two brothers.
That night, Mooney stood at the foot of Marilyn’s bed, looking on as she ran her hands enticingly along her thighs. He’d accepted the invitation, he told his brother, Chuck.
He had been there before, he said, plenty of times, but more than ever he’d wanted her now; to know that he could take whatever the Kennedy’s might have.
One week later, she lay dead. The world was told that she committed suicide by taking an overdoes of barbiturates. What really happened was that Mooney had receive word from his spies in the CIA that Bobby would be in California on the weekend of August 4. On Mooney’s orders, four men also flew to California. He selected trusted assassin, Needles Gianola, to co-ordinate the job, with sidekick Mugsy Tortorella and two other professional killers.
Eavesdropping near Monroe’s home, where electronic surveillance had been set up by Spindel, the killers waited for Bobby to arrive.
He finally appeared late on Saturday accompanied by another man. Mooney’s men heard Marilyn become angry with Bobby, then hysterical. In response, they heard Kennedy instruct the other man, evidently a doctor, to give her a shot to “calm her down.” Shortly after, they left.
The killers waited for darkness and sometime before midnight entered Marilyn’s home.
She struggled at first, it was said, but already drugged by the injected sedative, their rubber-gloved hands easily forced her nude body to the bed.
Calmly, they taped her mouth shut an inserted a Nembutal suppository into her anus. Then they waited. The suppository had been a brilliant choice. A lethal dosage of sedatives administered orally and by force would have been risky, causing suspicious bruising during a likely struggle, as well as vomiting.
But using a suppository would eliminate any hope of reviving Marilyn, should she be found, sin the mediation was so quickly absorbed.
There’d be nothing in her stomach to pump out. It would be as fast-actin as a needle, but with no needle mark for a pathologist to discover.
The combination of barbiturates and choral hydrates quickly rendered her totally unconscious. The men carefully removed the tape, wiped her mouth clean and placed her across the bed. They left as quickly as they had arrived. It was at this point that Mooney had hoped that Bobby’s affair would be exposed. But he hadn’t counted on the lengths that Bobby would go to cover it all up.
Mooney expected hordes of police to be called in, Monroe’s neighbors and housekeeper questioned, her home searched and the scandalous discover made that Bobby had been there only hours before her death.
It might even be suspected the Attorney General, with a confederate, had administered the lethal does. That would have been the ultimate victory. Bit it was not to be.
The killers, listening over their phone bugs in the hours following the murder, heard calls alerting Bobby to the death. Unaware that there had been other intruders, Bobby believed that he and his doctor friend were to blame for the death. Panicking, he directed Lawford and detective Fred Otash – ironically, on of the men involved in the setting up of Monroe’s surveillance – to sweep the house before the authorities arrived.
This, there were no signs of Bobby’s visit, no love notes or damning phone numbers connected with the Kennedys. Chuck later heard that Marilyn’s diary had disappeared and that FBI agents had confiscated her damaging phone records, leaving nothing to implicate Bobby. He was not linked to her until years later.
As the bitter truth dawned on Giancana that his plot had failed, he decided upon still more spectacular revenge. The assassination of the President.