I Heard You Paint Houses: Frank "the Irishman" Sheeran and Closing the Case on Jimmy Hoffa

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The first words Jimmy Hoffa ever spoke to Frank "the Irishman" Sheeran were, "I heard you paint houses." To paint a house is to kill a man. The paint is the blood that splatters on the walls and floors. In the course of nearly five years of recorded interviews Frank Sheeran confessed to Charles Brandt that he handled more than twenty-five hits for the mob, and for his friend Hoffa. Sheeran learned to kill in the U.S. Army, where he saw an astonishing 411 days of active combat duty in Italy during World War II. ...

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The first words Jimmy Hoffa ever spoke to Frank "the Irishman" Sheeran were, "I heard you paint houses." To paint a house is to kill a man. The paint is the blood that splatters on the walls and floors. In the course of nearly five years of recorded interviews Frank Sheeran confessed to Charles Brandt that he handled more than twenty-five hits for the mob, and for his friend Hoffa. Sheeran learned to kill in the U.S. Army, where he saw an astonishing 411 days of active combat duty in Italy during World War II. After returning home he became a hustler and hit man, working for legendary crime boss Russell Bufalino. Eventually he would rise to a position of such prominence that in a RICO suit then-U.S. Attorney Rudy Giuliani would name him as one of only two non-Italians on a list of 26 top mob figures. When Bufalino ordered Sheeran to kill Hoffa, he did the deed, knowing that if he had refused he would have been killed himself. Sheeran's important and fascinating story includes new information on other famous murders, and provides rare insight to a chapter in American history. Charles Brandt has written a page-turner that is destined to become a true crime classic.

The paperback edition of this book has been updated with additional material and it includes a new epilogue by the author.

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"Pre-production of the movie 'The Irishman' is moving ahead. That's the name currently given to the film based on Charles Brandt's book, 'I Heard You Paint Houses.' It's a compelling, can't-put-down account of the life of Philadelphia-area mobster Frank Sheeran." —Delaware News Journal
 

“Is Sheeran believable? Very . . . and ‘I Heard You Paint Houses’ is a very enjoyable book.” —Trial Magazine

“A page-turning account of one man’s descent into the mob.” —Delaware News Journal

“Sheeran’s confession that he killed Hoffa in the manner described in the book is supported by the forensic evidence, is entirely credible, and solves the Hoffa mystery.” – Michael Baden, M.D., former Chief Medical Examiner of the City of New York

“I’m fully convinced – now – that Sheeran was in fact the man who did the deed. And I’m impressed, too, by the book’s readability and by its factual accuracy in all areas on which I’m qualified to pass judgment. Charles Brandt has solved the Hoffa mystery.” —Professor Arthur Sloane, author of Hoffa

“One of Sheeran’s virtues was his gift as a storyteller; one of his flaws was his tendency to murder, in mobster jargon, ‘to paint houses.’ . . . Sheeran acknowledged that he was the one who killed the Teamsters boss. . . . On July 30, 1975, Hoffa disappeared. Sheeran explains how he did it, in prose reminiscent of the best gangster films.” –Associated Press

“Told with such economy and chilling force as to make The Sopranos suddenly seem overwrought and theatrical.” —New York Daily News

“Brandt’s book gives new meaning to the term ‘guilty pleasure.’” —Bryan Burrough in the New York Times Book Review

“A terrific read.” —Kansas City Star

Bryan Burrough
Houses' is a cut above the usual Mafia memoir. Brandt keeps the focus tightly on Sheeran and Hoffa, quick-marching the reader through Sheeran's rise from carnival gofer to klepto-trucker to union organizer to trusted assassin. The story is told mostly in Sheeran's voice, with Brandt intervening to provide chapters on Hoffa's career and the legal troubles that sent him to prison. Sheeran doesn't have the eye for detail of a Henry Hill, the oily suburban Judas whose memoir served as the basis for the movie ''Goodfellas,'' but he makes up for it with cool, silencer-smooth prose.
The New York Times
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781586420895
  • Publisher: Steerforth Press
  • Publication date: 5/24/2005
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 62,674
  • Product dimensions: 8.88 (w) x 10.48 (h) x 0.89 (d)

Meet the Author

Born and raised in New York City, Charles Brandt is a former junior high English teacher, welfare investigator in East Harlem, homicide prosecutor and Chief Deputy Attorney General of the State of Delaware. In private practice since 1976, Brandt was elected president of the Delaware Trial Lawyers Association and Delaware Chapter of the American Board of Trial Advocates. He has been named by his peers as one of the "Best Lawyers in America" and one of the "Best Lawyers in Delaware." He is a frequent speaker on cross-examination and interrogation techniques for reluctant witnesses. Brandt is the author of a novel based on major crimes he solved through interrogation, The Right to Remain Silent (SMP 1988). He lives in Lewes, Delaware and Sun Valley, Idaho with his wife, Nancy, and has three grown children.

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"I HEARD YOU PAINT HOUSES"

Frank "The Irishman" Sheeran and the Inside Story of the Mafia, the Teamsters, and the Last Ride of Jimmy Hoffa
By Charles Brandt

Steerforth Press

Copyright © 2004 Charles Brandt
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-58642-077-1


Chapter One

"They Wouldn't Dare"

I asked my boss, Russell "McGee" Bufalino, to let me call Jimmy at his cottage by the lake. I was on a peace mission. All I was trying to do at that particular time was keep this thing from happening to Jimmy.

I reached out for Jimmy on Sunday afternoon, July 27, 1975. Jimmy was gone by Wednesday, July 30. Sadly, as we say, gone to Australia - down under. I will miss my friend until the day I join him.

I was at my own apartment in Philly using my own phone when I made the long-distance call to Jimmy's cottage at Lake Orion near Detroit. If I had been in on the thing on Sunday I would have used a pay phone, not my own phone. You don't survive as long as I did by making calls about important matters from your own phone. I wasn't made with a finger. My father used the real thing to get my mother pregnant.

While I was in my kitchen standing by my rotary wall phone getting ready to dial the number I knew by heart, I gave some consideration to just how I was going to approach Jimmy. I learned during my years of union negotiations that it always was best to review things in your mind first before you opened your mouth. And besides that, this call was not going to be an easy one.

When he got out of jail on a presidential pardon by Nixon in 1971, and he began fighting to reclaim the presidency of the Teamsters, Jimmy became very hard to talk to. Sometimes you see that with guys when they first get out. Jimmy became reckless with his tongue - on the radio, in the papers, on television. Every time he opened his mouth he said something about how he was going to expose the mob and get the mob out of the union. He even said he was going to keep the mob from using the pension fund. I can't imagine certain people liked hearing that their golden goose would be killed if he got back in. All this coming from Jimmy was hypocritical to say the least, considering Jimmy was the one who brought the so-called mob into the union and the pension fund in the first place. Jimmy brought me into the union through Russell. With very good reason I was concerned for my friend more than a little bit.

I started getting concerned about nine months before this telephone call that Russell was letting me make. Jimmy had flown out to Philly to be the featured speaker at Frank Sheeran Appreciation Night at the Latin Casino. There were 3,000 of my good friends and family, including the mayor, the district attorney, guys I fought in the war with, the singer Jerry Vale and the Golddigger Dancers with legs that didn't quit, and certain other guests the FBI would call La Cosa Nostra. Jimmy presented me with a gold watch encircled with diamonds. Jimmy looked at the guests on the dais and said, "I never realized you were that strong." That was a special comment because Jimmy Hoffa was one of the two greatest men I ever met.

Before they brought the dinner of prime rib, and when we were getting our pictures taken, some little nobody that Jimmy was in jail with asked Jimmy for ten grand for a business venture. Jimmy reached in his pocket and gave him $2,500. That was Jimmy - a soft touch.

Naturally, Russell Bufalino was there. He was the other one of the two greatest men that I ever met. Jerry Vale sang Russ's favorite song, "Spanish Eyes," for him. Russell was boss of the Bufalino family of upstate Pennsylvania, and large parts of New York, New Jersey, and Florida. Being headquartered outside New York City, Russell wasn't in the inner circle of New York's five families, but all the families came to him for advice on everything. If there was any important matter that needed taking care of, they gave the job to Russell. He was respected throughout the country. When Albert Anastasia got shot in the barber's chair in New York, they made Russell the acting head of that family until they could straighten everything out. There's no way to get more respect than Russell got. He was very strong. The public never heard of him, but the families and the feds knew how strong he was.

Russell presented me with a gold ring that he had made up special for just three people - himself, his underboss, and me. It had a big three-dollar gold piece on top surrounded by diamonds. Russ was big in the jewelry-fencing and cat-burglar world. He was a silent partner in a number of jewelry stores on Jeweler's Row in New York City.

The gold watch Jimmy gave me is still on my wrist, and the gold ring Russell gave me is still on my finger here at the assisted-living home. On my other hand I've got a ring with each of my daughters' birthstones.

Jimmy and Russell were very much alike. They were solid muscle from head to toe. They were both short, even for those days. Russ was about 5'8". Jimmy was down around 5'5". In those days I used to be 6'4", and I had to bend down to them for private talks. They were very smart from head to toe. They had mental toughness and physical toughness. But in one important way they were different. Russ was very low-key and quiet, soft-spoken even when he got mad. Jimmy exploded every day just to keep his temper in shape, and he loved publicity.

The night before my testimonial dinner, Russ and I had a sit-down with Jimmy. We sat at a table at Broadway Eddie's, and Russell Bufalino told Jimmy Hoffa flat-out he should stop running for union president. He told him certain people were very happy with Frank Fitzsimmons, who replaced Jimmy when he went to jail. Nobody at the table said so, but we all knew these certain people were very happy with the big and easy loans they could get out of the Teamsters Pension Fund under the weak-minded Fitz. They got loans under Jimmy when he was in, and Jimmy got his points under the table, but the loans were always on Jimmy's terms. Fitz bent over for these certain people. All Fitz cared about was drinking and golfing. I don't have to tell you how much juice comes out of a billion-dollar pension fund.

Russell said, "What are you running for? You don't need the money."

Jimmy said, "It's not about the money. I'm not letting Fitz have the union."

After the sit-down, when I was getting ready to take Jimmy back to the Warwick Hotel, Russ took me aside and said: "Talk to your friend. Tell him what it is." In our way of speaking, even though it doesn't sound like much, that was as good as a death threat.

At the Warwick Hotel I told Jimmy if he didn't change his mind about taking back the union he had better keep some bodies around him for protection.

"I'm not going that route or they'll go after my family."

"Still in all, you don't want to be out on the street by yourself."

"Nobody scares Hoffa. I'm going after Fitz, and I'm going to win this election."

"You know what this means," I said. "Russ himself told me to tell you what it is."

"They wouldn't dare," Jimmy Hoffa growled, his eyes glaring at mine.

All Jimmy did the rest of the night and at breakfast the next morning was talk a lot of distorted talk. Looking back it could have been nervous talk, but I never knew Jimmy to show fear. Although one of the items on the agenda that Russell had spoken to Jimmy about at the table at Broadway Eddie's the night before my testimonial dinner was more than enough to make the bravest man show fear.

And there I was in my kitchen in Philadelphia nine months after Frank Sheeran Appreciation Night with the phone in my hand and Jimmy on the other end of the line at his cottage in Lake Orion, and me hoping this time Jimmy would reconsider taking back the union while he still had the time.

"My friend and I are driving out for the wedding," I said.

"I figured you and your friend would attend the wedding," Jimmy said.

Jimmy knew "my friend" was Russell and that you didn't use his name over the phone. The wedding was Bill Bufalino's daughter's wedding in Detroit. Bill was no relation to Russell, but Russell gave him permission to say they were cousins. It helped Bill's career. He was the Teamsters lawyer in Detroit.

Bill Bufalino had a mansion in Grosse Pointe that had a waterfall in the basement. There was a little bridge you walked over that separated one side of the basement from the other. The men had their own side so they could talk. The women stayed on their side of the waterfall. Evidently, these were not women who paid attention to the words when they heard Helen Reddy sing her popular song of the day, "I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar."

"I guess you're not going to the wedding," I said.

"Jo doesn't want people staring," he said. Jimmy didn't have to explain. There was talk about an FBI wiretap that was coming out. Certain parties were on the tape talking about extramarital relations his wife, Josephine, allegedly had years ago with Tony Cimini, a soldier in the Detroit outfit.

"Ah, nobody believed that bull, Jimmy. I figured you wouldn't go because of this other thing."

"Fuck them. They think they can scare Hoffa."

"There's widespread concern that things are getting out of hand."

"I got ways to protect myself. I got records put away."

"Please, Jimmy, even my friend is concerned."

"How's your friend doing?" Jimmy laughed. "I'm glad he got that problem handled last week."

Jimmy was referring to an extortion trial Russ had just beat in Buffalo. "Our friend's doing real good," I said. "He's the one gave me the go-ahead to call you."

These respected men were both my friends, and they were both good friends to each other. Russell introduced me to Jimmy in the first place back in the fifties. At the time I had three daughters to support.

I had lost my job driving a meat truck for Food Fair, when they caught me trying to be a partner in their business. I was stealing sides of beef and chickens and selling them to restaurants. So I started taking day jobs out of the Teamsters union hall, driving trucks for companies when their regular driver was out sick or something. I also taught ballroom dancing, and on Friday and Saturday nights I was a bouncer at the Nixon Ballroom, a black nightclub.

On the side I handled certain matters for Russ, never for money, but as a show of respect. I wasn't a hitman for hire. Some cowboy. You ran a little errand. You did a favor. You got a little favor back if you ever needed it.

I had seen On The Waterfront in the movies, and I thought I was at least as bad as that Marlon Brando. I said to Russ that I wanted to get into union work. We were at a bar in South Philly. He had arranged for a call from Jimmy Hoffa in Detroit and put me on the line with him. The first words Jimmy ever spoke to me were, "I heard you paint houses." The paint is the blood that supposedly gets on the wall or the floor when you shoot somebody. I told Jimmy, "I do my own carpentry work, too." That refers to making coffins and means you get rid of the bodies yourself.

After that conversation Jimmy put me to work for the International, making more money than I had made on all those other jobs put together, including the stealing. I got extra money for expenses. On the side I handled certain matters for Jimmy the way I did for Russell.

* * *

"So, he gave you the go-ahead to call. You should call more often." Jimmy was going to act nonchalant about it. He was going to make me get to the reason Russell granted me permission to call him. "You used to call all the time."

"That's the whole thing I'm trying to say. If I called you, then what am I supposed to do? I got to tell the old man - what? That you're still not listening to him. He's not used to people not listening to him."

"The old man will live forever."

"No doubt, he'll dance on our graves," I said. "The old man is very careful what he eats. He does the cooking. He won't let me fry eggs and sausage because one time I tried to use butter instead of olive oil."

"Butter? I wouldn't let you fry eggs and sausage either."

"And you know, Jimmy, the old man is very careful how much he eats. He always says you got to share the pie. You eat the whole pie you get the bellyache."

"I got nothing but respect for your friend," Jimmy said. "I would never hurt him. There are certain elements Hoffa will get for fucking me out of the union, but Hoffa will never hurt your friend."

"I know that, Jimmy, and he respects you. Coming up from nothing, the way you did. All the good things you've done for the rank and file. He's for the underdog, too. You know that."

"You tell him for me. I want to make sure he never forgets. I've got nothing but respect for McGee." Only a handful of people referred to Russell as McGee. His real name was Rosario, but everybody called him Russell. Those who knew him better called him Russ. Those who knew him best called him McGee.

"Like I say, Jimmy, the respect is mutual."

"They say it's going to be a big wedding," Jimmy said. "Italians are coming from all over the country."

"Yeah. That's good for us. Jimmy, I had a talk with our friend about trying to work this thing out. The timing is good. Everybody being there for the wedding. He was being very encouraging about the matter."

"Did the old man suggest working this out or did you?" Jimmy asked quickly.

"I put the subject on the agenda, but our friend was very receptive."

"What'd he say about this?"

"Our friend was very receptive. He said let's sit down with Jimmy at the lake after the wedding. Work this thing out."

"He's good people. That's what McGee is. Come out to the lake, huh?" Jimmy's tone of voice sounded as if he were on the verge of showing his famous temper but maybe in a good way. "Hoffa always wanted to work this fucking thing out, from day one." More and more these days Jimmy was calling himself Hoffa.

"This is a perfect time to work it out with all the concerned parties in town for the wedding and all," I said. "Settle the thing."

"From day one Hoffa wanted to work this fucking thing out," he hollered just in case everybody in Lake Orion didn't hear him the first time.

"Jimmy, I know you know this matter's got to be settled," I said. "It can't go on like this. I know you're doing a lot of puffing about exposing this and exposing that. I know you're not serious. Jimmy Hoffa's no rat and he never will be a rat, but there is concern. People don't know how you puff."

"The hell Hoffa's not serious. Wait till Hoffa gets back in and gets his hands on the union records, we'll see if I'm puffing."

From growing up around my old man and from union work, I think I know how to read the tone of people's voices. Jimmy sounded like he was on the verge of showing his famous temper back the other way again. Like I was losing him by bringing up the puffing. Jimmy was a born union negotiator, and here he was coming from strength, talking about exposing records again.

"Look at that matter last month, Jimmy. That gentleman in Chicago.

Continues...


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  • Posted January 12, 2012

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    Interesting

    If this solved the Hoffa mystery its not too well known; good non-fiction/fiction.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 24, 2010

    A book everyone should read.

    This book was very interesting,and answers questions that have persisted for many years. The flow of the book was excellent you don't want to put it down. It tells a story of a different generation and how many of them survived after World War II. The time has come for the truth to be told of what happened to Jimmy Hoffa, This book answers those questions.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2005

    Fascinating Revealing and Chilling

    Finally the long-awaited solution to the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa. Although one question is answered, so many new ones come up. A Must Read for anyone interested in American History!!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2014

    I have been totally fascinated by the Jimmy Hoffa story since I

    I have been totally fascinated by the Jimmy Hoffa story since I was a kid and read a book about the McClellan Committee's hearings. This was really interesting and I remember a LOT of the names - there were even some relevant to my life.

    It's very easy to read - I enjoy dialogue and this, while not really dialogue (more of a monologue) is a fascinating history of Hoffa and the International Brotherhood of Teamsters union. It was a great book and I'm glad I own it even if it is electroni - I may go an buy a hard copy of it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2012

    Great

    Great read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Plausible, believable & enjoyable

    If you are looking for both a simple contextual view of the Hoffa years and the role of organized crime with trade unions leading up to Hoffa's disappearance. This is a great read. Sheeran provides a compelling and plausible understanding into Hoffa and the end of his life as the trigger man.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2012

    TRUE STORY!

    This a great read for anyone interested in the history of our country. But what is truly exposed in this book as in many others, is just how corruption spreads through almost every facet of our day to day lives.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2010

    Hoffa Killing explained

    I am not a fan of "the mob" or that kind of thing and read this book only
    because a business that was started by my great-grandparents was mentioned
    in the story. To my surprise I found that I enjoyed the entire book. It
    was interesting and fascinating. Names that I remembered from my childhood kept cropping up in the book and I kept reading to see what was
    going to happen.

    I think this is more of a "male" type of book but I could not put it down
    and managed to finish it in three days. I just wish that there was a glossary in the book to explain some of the words that were used. I have
    passed the book on to my husband and plan to bring it to the attention of
    my book club at our next meeting.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 7, 2009

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    riviting

    This is one book that I couldn't even put down. It answered alot of questions, not only of Hoffa but of the Kennedys and the corruption of the government at that time also. Great book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2007

    Exciting! A great read, I couldn't put it down.

    If you like true crime, this has plenty of it! You follow an aging mobster, Sheeran, from child hood bar fights to World War II up until his last breath and everywhere in between. It is a great look inside the Teamsters, Mafia, and early immigration to the United States.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2005

    A revealing look at a Teamster/mafia insider

    An excellent read for anyone interested in the interwoven relationship between the Teamsters, the government and the 'so-called' mafia. What makes this story compelling is that it is coming from someone who lived it, not researched or reported it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2004

    A GREAT STORY

    A EXCITING BIOGRAPHY OF AN INTERESTING MAN.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 28, 2014

    OK kind of stretched out

    The book was just OK. I grew up not too far from where it all happened. All the places in the Detroit area, names of cities were familiar.
    For someone who is non-union or someone who didn't live in an automotive town I aam sure it woud be very interesting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013

    Great read

    If you want to know the details of Jimmy Hoffa's murder go to chapter 28. The rest of the book is pretty much a bio of Frank Sheean. Still a great book. I could barely put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2013

    Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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