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The scene fades the old supermarket. It is at night, and the store is closed, but a light is turned on in the back room, and can be seen from the street. The scene cuts to the back room where four men sit around an old wooden table, playing cards and drinking. They look about late thirties, or early forties. One man is older looking, he wears a black and grey suit with a red tie. His name is Johnny Carleone. He is a made man and also the top boss of the lower east side outfit. Another man is a bit younger, but dressed the same way. His name is Frank DeVito. Frank is Johnny's right hand man. The other two men sit at the other side of the table. One is tall, thin, good looking guy. He is wearing a black pinnstriped suit, with a white shirt and blue tie. His name is Jimmy Carbone. The other man is shorter, and heavier. A stocky man with a strong build. His name is Nicky. Nicky Santoro. Oh yea, the toughest son of a bitch in the city. People know who he is, and respect him. There is an older woman cooking at an old stove in the corner. One of the men, starts to talk, with a strong New York accent.
Johnny: Nicky tell me about the problem you had last week.
[ Nicky ]: Yea we had a little problem. The other guys know about it, but, well this is wha happened, you know not really a big deal. This guy, you know that guy that owed you that large tab from the resturant..
Johnny owned a small Italian restuarant in Brooklyn called "Little Italy". He ran the business, was the head chef, and took care of the financial end of everything.
Johnny: Ok, go on NIcky.
[ Nicky ]: Well he didn't have the money, se we roughed him up a little.
Nicky looks at Jimmy. His partner in crime. They had been friends since gradeschool.
Jimmy: Yea, we roughed him up a little bit'.
[ Nicky ]: Like I was saying. He didn't have the money so I roughed him up. He was beggin us to stop, and it was late at night, and we were tired to we stopped, but left him tied up in the back.
Refering to the place that they were hold up in, trying to get this poor guys money, that he had owed Johnny because of an overun resturant tab.
[ Nicky ]: So morning comes around, and we still have no money from this guy. Me and Jimmy go in to check on him and he is standing up, trying to get away...
The scene cuts to a flashback of Nicky and Johnny talking to the beaten man.
[ Nicky ]: (Holding a bat) What the fuck are you doing?
Man: Streaching..
[ Nicky ]: Streaching eh? Does that include trying to get out the window?
Man: Sorry I needed air. I have asthma.
[ Nicky ]: I don't care. Jimmy, get a load of this guy, he's trying to get away. I say we let him go.
Man: Yes yes!
[ Nicky ]: Only on one comdition..
Man: Ok, sure, anything.
[ Nicky ]: Do you have our money yet?
Man: No...
[ Nicky ]: Well then I guess we're just gonna have to beat that money outta yea. But first I need a little entertainment. Does that sound good to you Jimmy?
Jimmy: Yea that would be nice.
[ Nicky ]: Alright.
Nicky pulls out his gun and the man falls down in terror.
Man: Oh, god no.
[ Nicky ]: Get the fuck up!
Jimmy: Yea get off the floor.
The scared man just sits there.
[ Nicky ]: I said get up! Ya fuckin' mutt.
The beaten man slowly gets to his feet, but keep in mind that he still has his hands tied behind his back.
[ Nicky ]: Ok, now for some entertainment.
Jimmy: I wanna see some dancing!
[ Nicky ]: Ok, that can be aranged. Hey what was that movie with Bogart?
Jimmy: Whatta ya mean, he's in alot of movies.
[ Nicky ]: No the western one.
JImmy: Oh, the Oklahoma kid.
[ Nicky ]: Ok, ok.
Nicky points his gun at the man's feet and yells..
[ Nicky ]: Hey I'm the Oklahoma kid! Now dance ya fuckin' vamint! Dance!.. Ya fuckin varmint ya!
Nicky shoots at the man's feet, and he dances.
[ Nicky ]: Do the, the fuckin' macerena!
The man stops dancing. And catches his breath.
Man: I'm not fucking dancing. And fuck you!
Jimmy: Oh shit! Did you hear him! Did you hear him!
[ Nicky ]: Yes Jimmy I did. Let me handle this.
Nicky walks closer to the man and points the gun at him.
[ Nicky ]: You motherfuck' I should just kill ya now for this but I'm not gonna, because then you would die an easy death. A bullet to the head. No problem. Well, I was gonna knock you off anyway, but since you made that remark, I got somethin better for you.
Another man walks by. He is wearing work clothes and a jacket that says "State Street Garbage co."
[ Nicky ]: Hey Denny! Come hea.
Denny was a garbage man, but sometimes hanged out with Johnny and his crew. Being a garbage man, he also was good about the "trash" disposal if you know what I mean.
[ Nicky ]: Denny, take this motherfucka out back and do us all a favor. If he doesn't tell you where we can find 5,000 bucks, then throw him in the back of the fuckin' truck, and compact the trash if you know what I mean.
Denny: Yea alright alright. I can do that.
Denny grabs the man and drags him out to the back and the man cries for help.
The scene fades back to the present time, and Nicky is finished telling Johnny about the whole thing.
[ Nicky ]: So that's what happened. That's all.
Jimmy: Well, let's just say, We never got the money.
Jimmy smiles.
Nicky stops for a minute and takes a drink of ice water.
Frank: Haha this is some funny stuff here, you are a funny guy.
Nicky laughs a little bit to himself.
[ Nicky ]: Yea well Frankie, you know that's my goal. To make you laugh. To fuckin' amuse you. That's what I was thinking when I got up this morning, I was thinking, " How the fuck can I amuse Frankie today?" Hmm, why don't I put on a clown suit and makeup and a wig, and fuckin' juggle for ya? Would that be good? Huh Frankie? You want me to fuckin juggle for ya? Will that make you happy? Just tell me so I know.
Frank: all I said was that you were funny. That's all. And, no I don't want you to juggle for me.
[ Nicky ]: Ok, well don't go breakin' my balls ok?
Frank: Ok, I'm sorry. Continure on with your story. I'm sorry for interupting you.
[ Nicky ]: You better be sorry. Just don't do it again ok?
Frank: Yea ok.
Jimmy: Nicky, your not done, go on, tell em the rest.
[ Nicky ]: No I'm done with that now.
Johnny: Ok boys, it's ok. You did what you had to do. We can't have people that don't pay up. We have to set examples.
[ Nicky ]: My thoughts exactly. Anyway, I'm fighting this half-fag Alkatrazz this Saturday night at World Wide Wrestling. I want you to come. Come on down, its fun.
Jimmy: Well Nicky, wait just a minute. I heard about this guy. I heard alot about this guy. Alkatrazz.
[ Nicky ]: Yea, yea? What did you hear? What did you hear?
Jimmy: Well I heard about this guy. And I heard that..
[ Nicky ]: Come on Ace, tell me what ya heard, I tell you everytin.
Jimmy: well maybe I shouldn't get into it now.
[ Nicky ]: You, you..
Frank interupts.
Frank: Yea, we'll come down to the WWW arena this Saturday. Might be a little late, cause I got this thing.. but I'll be there.
[ Nicky ]: Hey Frankie, I was talkin. What is the matter wit this guy? I'm talking and you keep interupting me. What gives eh? But anyway, yea I like the idea, you boys come on down and cheer me on. I could use the encouragement.
Johnny: I'll try to get down there too..
Jimmy Carbone takes a sip of his wine and eats his lasagna. And thinks about the situation. He smiles and continues to eat.
Frank smiles as he remembers the old days..
Frank: Yea, it will be like the old days, remember, on a Saturday night, when we used to go beat the shit outta the people that didn't pay us. You know those fuckin crooked bookies, running their corrupt businesses, well needless to say, we collected. You guys remember that?
[ Nicky ]: Yea Frank I remember that, but back to this match wit Alkatrazz deal. That motherfuck is in for it. He don't know me all that well. And I want him to remember, that his face is gonna become fart of the mat ya know? And you know why? It's cause I'm fuckin' stupid. Yea I'm stupid like that. You'll see, as soon as I get into the ring. I'm a stupid muddafucker. Some a the things that I do...
The four men around the table all laugh
Johnny: Hey guys I'm gettin tired of sittin here all the time, hows about we go for a walk.
[ Nicky ]: Alrigh, Johnny, alright, I think that we can handle a walk, I mean we are all grown men here. Let's just not go near dem coppers if you know what I'm sayin'.
John: Yea yea, well lets go.
The four men get up from their old wooden chairs and porceed to walk out of the back room of the old supermarket. Johnny, kisses his mother who is still cleaning the pots and pans that were used to make their spaghetti earlier.
Johnny: Bye ma.
Old Woman: Alright Johnny, you boys be careful I don't wanna get any phone calls that you've been killed or anything, I swear to god I would have a heart attack.
[ Nicky ]: Don't worry Mrs. Carleone. I'll take care of them.
John: Yea ma, I got Nicky to take care a me.
Jimmy: Let's go.
The four men leave the supermarket and walk down the sidewalk, in the cool July night. Homeless people are scattered about the street, and sirens can be heard in the distance. The four men stick out like soar thumb, with their spotless Armini suits and shiny shoes.
Frank: So where do you want to go eh?
Johnny: Oh, I just wanted to get out of that old supermarket back room. You know, get some fresh air
Frank Oh ok boss.
Johnny: You know, it's nice to get out on teh street sometime, come on, its where we grew up.
Jimmy: So, John tell me about that heist you were talkin about the other day.
Johnny: What, whadda you want to know?
[ Nicky ]: Johnny boy I wanna know too. Are we involved in this or what? I mean what the fuck?
Johnny: Well I was gonna ask you boys if you wanted to help out a bit. It's all going down at the Springfield..
John Shakes his head.
Johnny: No, we can't talk about a fuckin' heist on the street. WHat's the matter with you two eh? Come on now, be reasonable.
[ Nicky ]: I'm sorry Johnny boy, I don't know what the fuck got into me. You know, I'm a little fucked up.
Frank: Yea you are Nicky, shut your fuckin' mouth.
Nicky walks toward Frank only to be held back by Jimmy.
[ Nicky ]: What? You motherfuck'! Why the fuck do you keep breakin my balls? Don't mess around with me, don't fuck around! Don't make a fuck outta me! I'm tellin you, I swear to Jesus fuckin' Christ, I'll kill ya, I'll fuckin kill ya!
Frank: Yea, yea.
Nicky looks at Frank with a glare in his eyes. Nicky Santoro doesn't like to be played around with. If a guy says something to Nicky, like for example, "Fuck you" regaurdless if he means it or not, this poor son of a bitch is either gonna get whacked, or beat up so bad that he can barely breathe.
[ Nicky ]: Frankie, just don't fuck wit me ok? I'm on a short fuse.
Jimmy: So what's wrong with you anyway Nicky? You've been acting that way alot lately.
[ Nicky ]: Ok, well...
A homeless man runs out from in back of an ally and starts following the four men, down teh sidewalk. He is wearing a long black trench coat, with holes in it, and blue faded jeans, a flannel shirt, and black hat. Te homeless man walks up to Nicky and pulls on his arm.
Man: Excuse me sir, could I please have some spare change?
[ Nicky ]: What? Who are you?
Man: I just need a few dollars, thats all. Really that's it, all I need is a few dollars, and I can get myself a drink.
[ Nicky ]: What the fuck? Who do I look like? Santa Claus? Huh? You fuckin' prick. Get the hell away from me. Ya fuckin prick ya!
Man: Ok sir I didn't mean to bother you.
[ Nicky ]: Oh well tha's fuckin' great! Ya didn't mean to bother me? This is great, Jimmy get a loaad of this guy, he comes up from behind me, shit I thought I was gettin' pinched, he hangs on my neck like a fuckin vulcher! Like impending danger! Then this guy..
The homeless man turns away from Nicky, and now focuses on Frankie.
Man: Sir can I trouble you for a dollar?
Frank: Wha?
Jimmy: Hey, hey, hey, Nicky, can you believe this guy? He just fuckin snubbed you when you were tryin to tell the story.
Nicky slowly closes his eyes and slowly breathes through his nose. He puts out his hand and points to the ragged homeless man.
[ Nicky ]: You fuckin' prick. Let me ask you something, did you realise that I was talking? Huh?
Nicky pushes the man a little bit and starts to intimidate him.
[ Nicky ]: Huh? Did you hear me talking? Huh? are you fuckin' deaf? Are you deaf? Come on, tell me you motherfuck!
The poor homeless man stands infront of Nicky, in the cool summer night air. Speechless.
Scene fades out.
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