In the 1930’s New York, during the dark days of Prohibition, there was insurance fraud, bungling murderers and a mostly immortal victim whose fame, ironically, will live on long after his killers met their end. Michael Malloy was an Irishman from County Donegal. He’d emigrated from the Emerald Isle to the US, settling in New York City like so many sons of Erin. In better times he’d been a firefighter, but by the early 1930’s the better times were a distant memory and he was homeless drunk. The nearest Mike got to a home was whichever bar he fell asleep on. Mike spent a few years going from place to place, running up prodigious bar tabs as he went and moving on to the next bar and credit account as soon as his last booze emporium banned him for not paying his bill. Thus it was that Mike stumbled into a back-streets speakeasy called Marino’s in 1933, looking for his next drink and doing odd jobs around the place in return for booze, food and a room. Unfortunately for Mike, he’d just stumbled into the headquarters of the ‘Murder Trust’. A group of friends who became infamous for multiple murders, insurance fraud and their increasingly desperate attempts to add Mike to their list of victims. The ‘Murder Trust’ had a fairly simple concept. They’d find a victim, the kind of person that nobody was likely to miss much and whose death was unlikely to arouse either surprise or suspicion. Then they insured their victim, paid the premiums, and killed them in ways that looked accidental. That is if you didn’t look too closely. When all was done they simply divided up the profits. Speakeasy owner Tony Marino was the gang’s leader. Joseph ‘Red’ Murphy was a former chemist and now a bartender at Marino’s. Francis Pasqua, conveniently for the gang, was an undertaker. Harry Green drove a taxicab and Daniel Kreisberg was a fruit vendor. Between them the ‘Murder Trust’ possessed most of the skills needed to make serial murder look like a series of typical illnesses and accidents which is useful when you want to profit from large numbers of killings without being caught. Courtesy of ‘Iron Mike’ the ‘Murder Trust’ finally were caught. Choosing Mike Malloy was their first mistake. Their increasingly desperate and more convoluted efforts to get rid of him was their second and would prove to be a fatal mistake for most of the gang’s members. On paper, Mike Malloy looked like the perfect victim. He was a semi-homeless alcoholic with a gigantic drink problem who was virtually alone in the world. It seemed making Mike's death look perfectly normal and pocketing the proceeds would not be too difficult. The gang were wrong on both counts. First they tried giving him endless supplies of free alcohol. Prohibition being prohibition and bathtub hooch being the standard fare in speakeasies, it looked to be a simple matter to let Malloy drink himself to death. Once the fraudulent insurance policy, listing Malloy as being 15 years younger than he really was and in perfect health, had been arranged the murder plot could begin. Unfortunately for Marino and his pals Malloy proved infinitely more durable than anybody would have expected. After a few weeks Malloy was still turning up daily, running up a gigantic tab and drinking Marino’s dry. What he didn’t seem to be doing was dying or even looking any more sick than usual. With his stocks being rapidly decimated by his intended victim and no sign his co-operating by dying of liver cirrhosis and/or alcohol poisoning, Plan B became an option. Anti-freeze. Malloy might not have been dying from excessive booze, but he was befuddled enough not to know exactly what he was drinking. Anti-freeze being another form of alcohol, it wasn’t too hard to persuade him that it was simply some new booze. Day after day the gang scanned local newspapers looking for a report of Malloy’s recent death. Day after day at opening time, Malloy showed up none the worse for being slowly pickled and asking for a drink. With the failure of bathtub booze the gang turned to neat turpentine. Lots of neat turpentine, as much neat turpentine as Malloy could stomach and as it turned out, would be far more than medical science would normally consider lethal. ‘Iron Mike’ responded to turps just as he did to bathtub hooch. He got blasted. So every day he’d show up at opening time asking for more of what he’d had the day before. With anti-freeze and turpentine not working the gang turned to horse liniment. Undiluted horse liniment had no more effect on Mike than bathtub booze. Even spicing up the previously undiluted anti-freeze with rat poison had no effect. It didn’t seem to matter what they slipped into his glass all day. Mike Malloy proved to have the constitution of a Sherman tank even before Sherman tanks actually existed. Consulting one of Tony Marino’s other delightful acquaintance, a hitman named Anthony ‘Tough Tony’ Bastone, Bastone advised them to keep it simple and just murder Mike. Marino refused, believing that the insurance would be much harder to collect if Malloy was obviously murdered. So back to the drawing board for the ‘Murder Trust.’ Their next bright idea was raw oysters soaked in wood alcohol. Marino and Pasqua had heard of people dying from healthy oysters in drinkable alcohol and decided bad oysters in undrinkable alcohol would finally solve the increasingly frustrating case of ‘The Man Who Wouldn’t Die.’ Yet again they were wrong.