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It is the morning after the long night, starting at the movie theater, and ending at Johnny Alvario's restuarant, Little Italy. It is about 7:00 AM. Nicky Santoro is laying in bed. His bedroom is quite large, after walking through the door, there is a large area of floor covered with a rug made out of bearskin, complete with paws, and head. After the bearskin rug is Nicky's kingsize bed. On either side of the bed are mahogony end tables. Around the room, hang paintings. The curtains are drawn over the large windows, facing the sunrise.
Nicky is still in bed, alseep, tired from the long night. His wife, Annie Santoro lays next to him. Oblivious of what is going on with her husband. Nicky slowly wakes up and pulls up the silk sheets trying to get comfortable. He feels around the bed, looking for something.
Nicky: Where is the remote?
Annie is still fast asleep and doesn't respond. Nicky rubs her back and fixes the sheet for her. He feels around under the sheets one more time, and finds the remote.
Nicky: Ah, yes here it is.
He points the remote at the large 60 inch flatscreen television mounted on the wall across the room and turns on the tv.
Nicky: Hmm, what should I watch?
He flips through the channels and leaves it on ESPN. Sportscenter is on.
Nicky: I wonder how the Yankees are doing.
Nicky changes the channel again and this time leaves it on the home shopping network. They are showcasing cheap jewlery. Obviously fake gold.
Nicky: Look at this shit. Who would ever buy this? Seroiusly.
Nicky looks over at his wife and she slowly opens her eyes.
Nicky: Hi baby.
Annie: Hi Nicky.
Nicky: Good morning. Did you sleep well?
Annie nods her head and smiles. She sees the tv on.
Annie: Put on the news for me. Please.
Nicky: Sure.
Nicky changes to channel 7 and the morning news is on. The news anchor talks about the new changes in Times Square and Central Park.
Nicky: What else in new?
The news anchor then switches to another story and starts talking about a teenage boy that was badly beaten at a movie theatre last night. Camera shots are shown of the movie theatre, and then shots of the boy.
News anchor: A 17 year old boy, working at the Cinema 8 was brutally assulted last night, by an unknown assalint. Video cameras could not capture the man's face, all we know is that he was wearing a suit, and that's not much to go on.
The news cuts to an interview with the beaten boy that was held the night before at the hospital. He has dried blood on his forehead, a black eye, and the right side of his face is badly bruised, among other things.
Reporter: Tell us what happened last night.
Kid: Well, I was working like usual, and this cocky guy came up to order popcorn, and the next thing I know, he jumps over the counter and attacks me. It was just horrible. He attacked me like a lion pounces on fresh meat. Oh, I can't even talk about it.
Reporter: And he beat you?
Kid: Yes, can't you see?
The beaten kid points to his face and blood stained "Cinema 8" shirt.
Kid: See what he did to me?
Reporter: Yes, it's just awful, the types of people in this city. I'm guessing that drugs and alcohol were involved. What was the cause of all this?
Kid: I have no idea, he just attacked me.
Reporter: Do you remember his face?
Kid: Unfortunatly no, but if I did, he would be behind bars.
The interview cuts back to the news room and the news anchor starts to talk again.
News anchor: Well that's all we have right now on the unfolding story of a savage beating of a 17 year old boy at a downtown movie theatre.
Nicky looks on in disguist.
Nicky: That's bullshit.
He takes the tv remote from Annie, and shuts off the tv.
Nicky: That is complete bullshit.
Annie: Nicky, how can you say that?
Nicky: Say what?
Annie: That, that is complete bullshit? The kid was savagely beaten. If I ever knew someone that did something like that, I would make sure that he rots in prison. You know there's alot of sick people in the world today. We don't need things like that to happen. And they said that drugs were involved. That's another thing. Drugs kill. End of story.
Nicky: Yea well, I bet that wasn't the whole story.
Annie: What do you mean by that?
Nicky: Well obviously the fuckin' kid wants sympathy, did you hear him fuckin' whining and cryin the whole time? It really makes me sick. They say, oh there's some sick people in this world, yea, well he's the sick person. Chances are he fuckin' deserved it he was probably bustin' the guys' balls ya know? Givin him a hard time.
Nicky remembers back to last night, how he was ignored by that kid, just brushed off when he just simply wanted to order some food for his girl. ( But Annie doesn't know that. ) The scene flashes back to last night, when Nicky had his little confrontation.
***Flashback*** The three men (Nicky Jimmy and Joey) swiftly walk up the aisle into the empty lobby. The same kid is at the consession counter just standng there. Nicky, Joey, and Jimmy casually walk up to the counter and Nicky starts to speak.
Nicky: Hi there. I'd like to order some food.
Kid: Ok, sure mister what would you like?
Nicky: Oh you hear me now? Huh? You hear me now? Jimmy can you believe this kid? He can hear me now. Thankyou god for helping this boy!
Kid: What?
Nicky: Whatta ya mean "what"? What do you you say "what" for?
Kid: I dunno, I jus.. I just.. just..
Joey: Shut the fuck up.
Nicky: You know what kid you are a stutterin mumblin little prick, you know that? You know that?
Kid: I'm sorr.. sorry.
Nicky: Sor..r sorr.. sor.. sory! He's sorry. Thank the lord. Forgive this boy, he is sorry. You stutterin' prick! Yea you will be sorry if you don't get me my fuckin' food.
Kid: Ok, we... well what, what do y.. you want?
Nicky: You fuckin stutterin mumblin piece a shit! I want two popcorns, and a soda.
Jimmy: Make that three popcorns.
Joey: How bout you make it four. I'm a little hungry.
Kid: What is this a game? I' I'm not afraid of you!
Jimmy: Oh shit! He found his balls!
Nicky isn't very amused at a young kid telling him off and neither is the rest of the guys.
Nicky: A game? A game? You motherfuckn mutt! You.. you fuckin piece a shit!
Nicky jumps over the counter and starts beating the shit outta the young kid.
Nicky: (As he is throwing punches) How about you listen to me next time? Listen up real good. You fuckin' prick you. No one disrespects me. You hear that? No one.
Nicky gets up and leaves the kid laying on the floor. A mess. He walks over to Joey and Jimmy and brushes himself off.***Flashback***
The Scene fades back to the bedroom, prresent time.
Nicky: Yea I bet that kid deserved it.
Annie: You are so insensative, sometimes I wonder why I married you.
Nicky: Well that's just great Annie, my own wife, turned against me.
Annie: Whatever, so what did you do last night?
Nicky: Oh, not much, let's see, I played cards with the guys pretty much the whole night.
Annie: Oh, who did you play cards with?
Nicky: You know, just the regular guys, my brother Joey, Jimmy, and then we went and saw Johnny at Little Italy.
Annie: How come you never take me there? I never get to go out with you Nicky.
Nicky: I didn't think you wanted to. I'll ake you out, you're my wife for cryin' out loud.
Annie: Ok.
Nicky slowly gets out of bed and puts on his red silk robe, with his initials N.S. over his heart.
Nicky: Well I gotta work out for a while. I'm gonna ride a few miles on the excersise bike. Ok baby, you stay in bed.
Annie: Ok you go condition for your match on Saturday.
Nicky: Yea I gotta be ready for that.
Annie: Who are you wrestling?
Nicky: Well it's a three way match, so it's me againt two other guys. One calls himself Cashnmoney, and the other degenerate calls himself Alkatrazz.
Annie: What kinda..
Nicky: Do not ask me what kinda names they are becuase I have no idea. All I know is that they are both fast talking crackheads. End of story.
Nicky walks to the other side of the master bedroom and opens a door. Inside is a workout room and spa. He walks over the the large stereo and puts on some music, then gets on the exercise bike and starts pedling.
Nicky: Damn I forgot about that interview I was supposed to do...
Scene fades out.
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