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The Scene fades in to the "Little Italy" restuarant in Brooklyn, NY, owned by the Mafia boss Johnny Alvario. He is sitting at a table with three ladies and a couple of his body guards. Johnny is drinking white wine, and eating spaghetti. There is a live singer in the distance, singing like a young Tony Bennet. Nicky Santoro, one of Johnny's musclemen, can also be heard in the distance, like usual, because Nicky always makes his presence known.
Nicky: ( Shouting in the distance ) I got some business to take care of, we'll be back later.
Nicky is with his new girl, Sugar. They walk over to Johnny's table, and Nicky comments on the fine quality of the food in the resturant.
Nicky: I believe you two have already met?
Johnny puts down his wine glass, and fork.
Johnny: Why yes we have. Very nice young lady you have there Nicky.
Nicky: Well thankyou Johnny, that means alot to me coming from you.
Johnny: Nicky, are you going to have anything to eat? I have this wonderful restuarant, the least you could do is have something to eat.
Nicky: Well I got this interview I'm supposed to do, for World Wide Wrestling, over there.
Nicky points to the back corner, where the sound crew, camera man, and reporter still patiently wait for Nicky to grace the camera with his words. The WWW reporter again checks his watch and gives Nicky a look. Nicky sees him and just waves.
Nicky: I dunno, I've been keeping them waiting for a while, I think I should go do this thing.
Johnny: Nonsence, you have plenty of time. Remember, people wait for you. DOn't forget that.
Nicky: Yea I like that, people wait for me. That's right Johnny, I ain't a slave.
Johnny: There you go, now you're on the right track. I've always liked you Nicky. Someday, you're gonna move up.. your a future Capo.
Nicky: Oh, Johnny, I can't even begin to tell you how honored I am to hear that.
Johnny: Well just keep showing me what great work you do. And give em hell down there at that wrestling business.
Nicky: Ok, Johnny.
Johnny points to an empty tabe across the room, being set up by a few waiters.
Johnny: you see that table?
Nicky: Yea.
Johnny: It's for you. Go have a good time.
Nicky: Alright. It's been nice talking to you.
Johnny: It's been nicew talking to you too Nicky, and it's been a pleasure to meet your new girl Sugar.
Nicky and Sugar walk over to their table, and Nicky takes off Sugar's coat, and sits her down.
Nicky: Nice place here ain't it?
Sugar: Yes it's wonderful.
Sugar looks a bit disturbed.
Sugar: What do you do for a living anyway?
Nicky: Whatta ya mean?
Sugar: Oh, it's nothing.
Nicky: No, you asked me a question, and you look disturbed. What's the problem?
Sugar: No, there is no problem, everything is fine.
Nicky: No everything is not fine. You want to know what I do for a living?
Sugar: Just tell me, are you in the Mafia?
Nicky stands up and scratches his head. He sits back down and raises his voice a bit.
Nicky: Am I in the what!
Sugar: The Mafia. You know, like organized crime. Al Capone. You know..
Nicky: No I don't know.
Sugar: So you're not in the Mafia.
Nicky: Of course not. The mob is only in the movies, you know that Sugar.
Sugar: Ok then, what do you do?
Nicky: I'm a business man.
Sugar: Oh a business man, what kind?
Nicky: I work for the Teamster's Union. Listen I don't like all these questions, ok. What the fuck? I take buy you a fuckin' fur coat, take you to a movie, take you out to this wonderful restuarant, and all your doin is askin me fuckin' questions.
Sugar: I'm sorry baby, I just want to know more about you.
Nicky: Ok, I'm sorry too. Now lets eat.
Sugar: Alright.
They both pick up the menus and look around for about a minute. Nicky decides what he wants, and puts his menu down.
Nicky: Well I know what I want.
Sugar: Me too.
Nicky motions to the waitor that they are ready to order their dinner.
Nicky: We are ready to order.
A waiter walks over to the table, and acknowledges to them that he is ready to take their orders.
Waiter: Ok, what will you be having tonight, sir?
Nicky: I'll have the spaghetti in marinara sauce.
Waiter: Ok, that sounds great. And for you ma'am?
Sugar: I'll have the same.
Waiter: Great. Would you like some wine and bread?
Nicky: Yes, your finest white wine.
Waiter: Ok great. Are you enjoying your evening?
Nicky: Yes, it's lovely.
Waiter: Wonderful.
The waiter takes the menus and walks away.
Nicky: Nice guy eh?
Sugar: Yes. This really is a nice place here. What's it called again?
Nicky: Little Italy. A friend of mine owns it. He's a very powerful man.
Sugar: Now what the fuck do you mean by that? He's a very powerful man. The only thing that I can think of, is that you're making reference to the mafia again.
The waiter walks out with the wine, and bread. He put them on the table, smiles and walks away.
Nicky: Baby, I already told you, I'm not in the mafia. And neither is he. I don't even know what the mafia is ok?
Nicky knows that he is lying, but like most girls, at first, they don't like the fact theat their man is in the mafia and at risk for his life every day.
Sugar: Ok, I think I'm just over reacting.
Nicky: Yea you are. Oh look. here's the food. Already. Did I tell you the service is great hear or what? Fagetaboutit.
The waiter walks out with the two plates and puts them on the table.
Waiter: Enjoy
The waiter smiles and leaves the table and walks back into the kitchen.
Sugar: Oh the food looks great. It really does. Johnny does a great job with this place. Look at all the people!
The camera pans to the left and the large room filled with people seated and eating can be seen. The singer can be seen too, now performing Ney York, New York, by the late Frank Sinatra.
Nicky: Oh listen to this song! This is my music at World Wide Wrestling, I love this song.
Sugar: Oh, yea this is a good song. I never knew that you were a wrestler, until earlier tonight. I really like that. You know, it kinda turns me on. My man is a professional wrestler. And a champion.
Nicky: Yea, well what can I say?
Sugar giggles.
Nicky: You gotta come down to the WWW arena this Saturday with the boys, I'm fighting these two other degenerates in the three way match. It's gonna be great.
Sugar: Tell me about it honey.
Nicky: Ok, one of the guy's names is cash n money, or something like that. I don't really know him that well, but from what I've seen and heard, he's the typical gang member that lives by the streets, you know, crackhead, steal your tv, and jack your hubcaps while you're at a red light. You know what I mean?
Sugar: Yes I know the type.
Nicky: Yea, he thinks he's tough cause he lifts weights and uses a redundant name. That really bugs me. Cash N Money.
Sugar: Hmm, Cash N Money, that just doesn't make any sense.
Nicky: I know, because cash is money. Cash and money just doesn't make sense. But hey, that's the way you think when you're a crackhead, right?
Sugar: Yes.
Nicky: So anyway, during my last match, when I won the Ringmaster Title, this kid comes in and fuckin' attacks me like I'm some gang member from the other side. Well I ain't like that. So then the next day he challenges me and this other guy that I will get to later, to this match, and he says if he wins, then he will get a shot at my coveted title. But I'm not sure, I know that this degenerate crackhead would never beat me in a singles match, but I don't want to even give him the chance at a title shot, because he just doesn't deserve it, you know what I mean? Actually I would go as far as saying that he doesn't even deserve to be in the fuckin' ring with me. But, hey I'll kick anyones ass if I get the chance.
Sugar: That is very interesting Nicky. Now who is the other guy?
Nicky: Oh, him? His name is Alkatrazz, don't ask me why he calls himself that, I have no idea, but he thinks that he can beat me too. Even though I took him on last week, and beat the ever lovin' shit outta him. He's just not smart enough to realize that he can't beat me. In fact no one can beat me. I mean who da fuck thinks that they can muscle me, when I am the fuckin' muscle. I am Nicky Santoro, you fuck wit me, you fuckin' wit the the best.
Sugar: So what's his story. What's Alkatrazz's story?
Nicky: I dunno he's just a confused kid. A mutt. A degenerate. I got no sympathy for that kid.
Sugar: Oh ok.
The WWW sound crew, camera man, and reporter can be seen leaving, because they have waited too long, and they all know, not to interupt Nicky. Nicky sees them leave out of the corner of his eye.
Nicky: Oh damn, they left.
Sugar: Who?
Nicky: Those guys from WWW, they were gonna interview me. Oh well.
Nicky notices that they haven't even touched their food yet.
Nicky: Jesus we haven't even touched our spaghetti, come on let's eat while it's still warm.
Nicky and Sugar eat their food, and drink the wine. A while later, Johnny Alvario walks over with a big smile on his face, like usual.
Johnny: How is everything?
Nicky: ( With food in his mouth ) Oh, it's just great.
Johnny: Good, good. Aren't you glad I talked you into eating?
Nicky: Yea the food is great, but thoseguys left. But, fuck em, eh? They wait for me.
Johnny: That's right my boy! Well I gotta go check out the kitchen. I'll see you later Nicky. It was a pleasure to meat you Sugar.
Sugar: Nice to meet you too Johnny.
Johnny kisses Sugar's hand and walks into the kitchen. By now the place is emptying out, and Nicky and Sugar are done their food.
Nicky: Well let's go.
Sugar: Ok, aren't you gonna pay for it?
Nicky: Are you kidding? Pay for it? ( Laughs ). I don't pay for anything here. I'm a friend of Johnny's.
Sugar: Oh ok. That's great.
Nicky put Sugar's coat on her and they leave the restuarant. Outside standing is Jimmy, his girl, and Nicky's brother, Joey Santoro.
Jimmy: Hey we thought you'd never come out.
Nicky: Oh, sorry.
Joey: No it's ok, well let's get going, it's late.
The group pile into Nicky's Cadillac Eldorado and head home.
Scene fades out.
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