Revenge Is A Must

REVENGE IS A MUST
Written by
David Brautigam
Davidbrautigam44@gmail.com
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EXT. FLORIDA COAST AIRFIELD - NIGHT
It’s 1965. The loading ramp of a military cargo plane lowers.

A large crate is pushed down the ramp. The hangar is plagued
with well-dressed Cubans and Vietnam-clothed soldiers.
A Cuban man with an intimidating prestige, PHILIPE MORALEZ,

moves forward into the light, smokes a cigar, as the soldiers
part to make way. He pokes the crate with a switchblade, the
tip coated with Colombian Cocaine.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
Where is Gravane?
SOLDIER
I don’t know, Mr. Moralez.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
Find out where he is. He’s late.
On the outskirts of the airfield, a cavalry of FBI tactical

vans converge on the aircraft hanger. Lights flash on.
MEGA PHONE (O.S.)

(in Spanish)
Philipe Moralez, you are
surrounded. You and your men need
to come out peacefully.
INT. FLORIDA PENITENTIARY - DAY
Years later, dressed in a freshly-pressed prison suit, an

OLDER PHILIPE MORALEZ, now 65, moves through the doorway. He
looks up with his piercing brown eyes. Across the table is
VICTOR, a gritty ex-soldier and hitman for the familia.
VICTOR
Mr. Moralez...
PHILIPE MORALEZ
Victor, it’s good to see you.
VICTOR
You too, Sir.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
Do you know why I asked you here?
VICTOR
Yes.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
It’s time.
2.
VICTOR
We are ready.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
And my son?
VICTOR
You already know what I think about
Ricky. I can do this alone.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
No. Ricky goes. He needs to be a
part of this. He needs to see what
makes this family what it is.
VICTOR
Yes, Mr. Moralez.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
You will need to be smart, where
you are going. My reach is limited.
No mistakes. But Victor... you use
any measures necessary to get the
job done. Understand?
VICTOR
I understand.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
Good.
Victor stands up straight like the good soldier he is.
PHILIPE MORALEZ (CONT’D)

And Victor. Take care of Ricky.
VICTOR
Yes sir.
-- SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE --
On the Florida coast, a shipping yard is swarming with Cuban

immigrants, unloading kilos of cocaine from a metal cargo
container into a BLACK VAN.
Victor stands alongside the rugged prince RICKY MORALEZ. He

is handsome and refined, unseasoned, with a hint of
innocence.
SUPER: NEW JERSEY. 1983

3.
EXT. NEW JERSEY STREET - NIGHT
The black van drives through a calm project neighborhood.

Snow falls onto the slushy roads.
INT. STASH HOUSE - LAB - NIGHT
The operation. Several dome heating lamps are over a gallery

of wooden tables. The black van reverses into the garage. The
rear doors open. Ricky Moralez looks upon an abundance of
cocaine.
Victor strong arms a half-beaten-to-death Italian man,

CHRISTOPHER RELANO. He stands him in front of Ricky.
RICKY
What is this?
CHRISTOPHER RELANO
Ricky. I set this up. I introduced
you to Jimmy. Ricky, please.
RICKY
What are you doing?
VICTOR
Mr. Moralez wanted it this way...
EXT. BLACK VAN - NIGHT
Ricky is nauseous and furious, in the passenger seat. Victor

pulls over to the curb. Ricky looks across the street. The
sign on the building reads: Ringside Gym.
RICKY
We don’t belong here. This is a
mistake.
VICTOR
But it’s your father’s mistake to
make. We’re just the soldiers.
INT. RINGSIDE GYM - DAY
Pictures of local legendary boxers are framed on the wall

mixed in with Vietnam photos. A man swaggers down the hall.
It’s BOBBY MANCINI, 34, handsome, a presence, dressed well
and fits his surroundings. We concentrate on a childhood scar
on his cheek. He is a prince amongst thieves, owning the
room, but humble.
4.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Philipe Moralez... You’ll want to
remember that name. It’s fair to
say he wanted to expand and take
over... and he thought in our back
yard was the place to do it.
EXT. REMOTE BEACH - DAY
Blue skies and seagulls. A dead body is immersed in the high

tied.
BOBBY (V.O.)
At that time my neighborhood was
referred to as the small Vietnam.
Bodies were discovered, families
mourned, and a closed casket became
a common funeral arrangement.
EXT. RINGSIDE GYM - MAIN ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Heavy rain taps the overhang. Richard Gravane, 60, is in a

chalk-black leather jacket, irregular from his executive
attire. He leans against the back door. A dim light, and the
gleam from his cigar, reveal his stern face from the shadows.
He is the boss of New Jersey and he wears the title well.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Al Capone... those days are over.
Nowadays the families are smaller,
the mob bosses are weaker, and just
don't have the balls to make moves
anymore. But, the streets of New
Jersey became respected, built from
blood, loyalty, and respect... and
could be ripped away from you by
the consequences of someone's
actions.
EXT. FANCY HOTEL - DAY
MOB BOSSES sit at a table surrounded by food and wine.
BOBBY (V.O.)
See, we had Brooklyn and Queens to
worry about; I guess you could say
we kept an arm's length away. Of
course there were guys like Leo
Smiley and Angelo Casso, who were
men, old timers; they'd seen the
changes.
5.
Across the street we see a squad car with detectives running

surveillance.
BOBBY (V.O.)
You used to get away with paying
off the pigs once a month, maybe a
few hundred here or there; you
scratch their backs they scratch
yours, that type of thing. But
somewhere along the line them cock
suckers got greedy; actually
everyone got greedy; that was the
problem.
INT. MANCINI'S HOUSE/HALLWAY - DAY
A mirror shows the reflection of ELLIOT MANCINI, 55, Italian

man, dressed in a well-ironed shirt and loosened tie. He
wedges a nine millimeter between his midsection. He kisses a
Catholic cross and chain.
Next to him, slighter in stature, his older brother, EDWARD

MANCINI. His eyes are unforgiving. He shares the same values
as his brother, just not as polished.
BOBBY (V.O.)
My pops and Uncle Ed were the
backbone and muscle behind Richard
Gravane's operation since they were
kids.
INT. RINGSIDE GYM - DAY
The back door OPENS. TWO MEN enter through the doorway
(Elliot and Edward) with their faces unrevealed from the
sunlight pouring in. Each step, the ceiling lights begin to
expose their faces. A silhouette of the men is what we are
left with.
BOBBY (V.O.)
My dad Elliot Mancini told me once
"Enjoy yourself… every day above
ground is a good day." He told me
that when I was seven years old.
EXT. RINGSIDE GYM - NIGHT
The place is calm. It is late. Bobby sits at a table,

isolated. He lights a cigarette and glances through the smoke
at Richard Gravane, Elliot Mancini, and Edward Mancini
discussing business. Bobby idolizes these men.
6.
BOBBY (V.O.)
The family business, lays heavy on
the crown. At times it made you
feel uneasy, but that, you learned
how to deal with. A man’s hand can
shake... but you put a gun in it...
and the man’s hand becomes steady.
We hear outside, CAR TIRES PEEL AWAY.
A TEENAGE FIGHTER runs in.
TEENAGE FIGHTER
Bobby. There’s somethin’ outside.
Bobby follows the Teenage Fighter...
Bobby opens the metal door. He steps out into the fresh snow.
The Teenage Fighter points to a wooden crate in the middle of
the street. Bobby walks over.
Elliot and Edward run out.
ELLIOT (O.S.)
Bobby, wait.
Bobby continues. He squats down to see blood leaking from the

wooden crate.
EXT. RINGSIDE GYM - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Bobby inches forward into the light. He passes Richard

Gravane’s wrath who has his shirt sleeves rolled up covered
in blood, leaning against the wall. Richard lights a cigar.
BOBBY (V.O.)
The weight of it all, was a
constant reminder that we all had
to make a choice, and when you
choose to live this life... there
was no turning back.
Bobby’s eyes widen. The crate is pried open, broken in

pieces. We see Elliot and Edward pale but stern, stuffing
body parts into a plastic bag.
EDWARD
Who has the balls do something like
this? Drop a fucking body outside.
Right the fuck outside.
7.
ELLIOT
See Bobby... now your friends are
dying. Dumb fucking kids. You sure
this is the life you want, hot
shot?
Richard Gravane puts his arm around Bobby.
GRAVANE
Bobby, I’m sorry. I really am. But
this won’t be the first time you
see a dead body, and it won’t be
the last. The trick, the trick is
finding a way to stomach it all.
Bobby holds his emotions in and stays solid.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Gravane... was like a grandfather
to me. It was simple: I became a
product of my environment. I was
meant to be a gangster … it was
inevitable.
Elliot and Edward hoist the bags over their shoulders. Elliot
looks back at Bobby, disgusted...
SUPER: REVENGE IS A MUST
EXT. UNDERNEATH A BRIDGE - DAY
The headlights of a Lincoln Town Car shine across a secluded

lot. Edward is down in a ditch, shoveling a shallow grave.
Elliot stands overhead trying not to gag.
EDWARD
Why don’t you wait by the car. I
know you don’t have the stomach for
this shit.
ELLIOT
Just hurry up so we can get out of
here.
Edward hops out of the ditch and dumps the body parts inside.
ELLIOT (CONT’D)
So, were you going to tell me about
Bobby?
EDWARD
Tell you what?
8.
ELLIOT
That Richard was bringing him in
this close.
EDWARD
What did you expect? Bobby’s seen a
lot. He’s watched us. Where else
did you think he’d end up? I mean,
come on.
ELLIOT
Richard’s given him a lot of
responsibility lately.
EDWARD
And what’s wrong with that?
ELLIOT
Everything’s wrong with that.
EDWARD
I mean, what the fuck are you going
to do? Bobby’s a grown man.
ELLIOT
Grown up enough to see a chopped up
body, watching his uncle and father
toss pieces into a fucking bag.
He’s man enough for all that? None
of us are man enough for that,
we’ve just learned how to deal with
it.
EDWARD
The kid probably deserved it. He
was probably a fucking rat or some
shit.
ELLIOT
We don’t know that.
EDWARD
Well, that crate was put there for
a reason.
ELLIOT
And what if it’s Bobby in that
crate next time?
EDWARD
Bobby can handle himself, he’s torn
from the same cloth. He’s a fucking
Mancini.
9.
ELLIOT
... Names don’t mean shit when they
get buried in the ground.
INT. SQUAD CAR - DAY (MOVING)
A seasoned cop, badge and uniform, OFFICER SULLIVAN, peeks in

the rearview mirror, wondering about the men behind him.
In the back seat, two men, FBI agents, HARRISON and RAMEY.
They are clean cut, fresh, and top of their class with a hint
of empowerment. Agent Harrison, the detail type, studies the
files spread across his lap. Ramey, not as concerned, stares
out of the cracked window.
OFFICER SULLIVAN
Can you close the window? It’s
fucking freezing.
Agent Ramey rolls the window up.
OFFICER SULLIVAN (CONT’D)

So, why do we deserve your special
assistance? I mean murders happen
all over America, right? New
Jersey’s no different. So, what are
two FBI agents going to do? No
offense.
HARRISON
None taken. I go where they tell me
to go. I don’t bother asking what’s
wrong with the places we’re going
to.
RAMEY
He means, we appreciate you picking
us up.
OFFICER SULLIVAN
Yeah, sure.
Sullivan peeks back at their airport luggage with a tag

reading: Washington, D.C.
The squad car drives into the heart of New Jersey.
INT. BOBBY’S CAR - DAY
Bobby pulls in front of the Ringside Gym, a grand building in

the projects. Bobby looks to the middle of the street;
10.
etched in the snow, smeared in blood, is the outline of the

wooden crate.
A gorgeous woman, 34, modestly dressed, with a sexy tom-

boyish look, SARAH MARTIN sits in the passenger’s seat. She
glances over with her sympathetic green eyes.
SARAH
I love you, Bobby.
Bobby reaches for the door handle.
BOBBY
Yeah, I love you, too.
SARAH
Look around, Bobby. This place is
toxic. When are you going to
realize that? Are you hearing me?
KIDS (O.S.)
(yelling )
It’s Bobby.
Bobby steps out of the car. The neighborhood kids swarm to

him like Robin Hood. Sarah unconditionally cherishes Bobby
for the man he is.
BOBBY
Yeah, I hear you. Let me think
about everything. We’ll talk
tonight. Ok?
SARAH
You say that every time.
Bobby leans down and gives her a lasting kiss.
BOBBY
That’s because I like talking to
you. I mean it. I’ll see you
tonight, ok?
Sarah concedes with a slight smile. She slides to the driver

seat and drives away.
Bobby turns to a SOLDIER guarding the front door.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
Follow her. Keep an eye on her
today.
SOLDIER
Sure thing, Bobby.
11.
INT. RING SIDE GYM - DAY
Bobby walks in, gloves tossed over his shoulder, headed

towards the owner PHIL, who is dressed in a stained wife
beater and athletic pants. He leans against the ropes
training a couple washed-up boxers.
BOBBY
Hey Phil.
PHIL
Oh, Bobby... hey.
BOBBY
I got a package for you.
PHIL
That package have anything to do
with that blood I had to clean up?
BOBBY
Yeah, we’re sorry that happened
last night.
PHIL
Well, my business takes a hit. I’ve
been here thirty years. People are
scared around here. And now this...
Bobby hands the gloves to Phil (stuffed with cash).
BOBBY
There’s a little extra in there for
you.
PHIL
Gravane’s got you running errands?
BOBBY
The regular faces won’t be coming
around for the next couple weeks.
I’ll be doing the drops.
PHIL
That little display got you guys
spooked?
BOBBY
Take the money. It’s from the
family.
PHIL
The family. Looks like someone
wants to kill that family.
12.
BOBBY
Yeah, just take the fucking money.
Phil continues flipping through the cash.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
That’s for damage and any
inconvenience.
PHIL
Fine, Bobby. But I can’t have that
kind of attention around here.
BOBBY
Yeah, ok.
A BOXER leans over the ropes.
BOXER
You Mancinis ever going to bet that
green around here? I could make you
a lot of money, Bobby.
PHIL
Get back in the ring and focus on
what you’re doing.
The Boxer shows a couple fancy moves with a cocky smirk.
BOBBY
So, are we good?
PHIL
Sure.
BOBBY
Good.
Bobby walks away.
INT. GRAVANE’S RESTAURANT - BACK ROOM - DAY
Multi-colored windows give enough light. Gravane puffs his

cigar. Elliot reads the Star-Ledger. Edward indulges in rum.
EDWARD
Sullivan said there were two
agents. Out of state. Probably FBI.
GRAVANE
You trust that young cop, Sullivan?
13.
ELLIOT
Yeah, I trust him.
EDWARD
Anyone can be trusted, until
someone’s family is threatened.
GRAVANE
And I’m assuming their sudden
interest has something to do with
last night.
ELLIOT
You think Leo Smiley knows
anything?
EDWARD
Why would Leo know anything? Queens
would never cross us.
GRAVANE
Brooklyn would.
EDWARD
Angelo Casso? No. Chopping up
bodies... the Irish, the fucking
blacks, it’s not their style.
GRAVANE
We need to exhaust all options, and
find out who’s doing this.
ELLIOT
What about The Pit? It’s a mess
over there right now.
GRAVANE
Put Bobby on it.
ELLIOT
What?
GRAVANE
I said put Bobby on it.
ELLIOT
Yeah, I heard what you said.
GRAVANE
Bobby’s a good worker. When it
comes to “The Pit”, they respect
him over there. Plus The Pit is
losing money.
(MORE)
14.
GRAVANE (CONT'D)
Never, as long as I can remember,
has The Pit ever lost a dime.
ELLIOT
And you plan on Bobby dealing with
Dorsey alone?
GRAVANE
Jesus, Elliot. You don’t give Bobby
enough credit... why does everyone
else see that but you?
ELLIOT
Remember... He’s my son.
Elliot stands up, looks at Gravane, and storms off.
EDWARD
Are you sure you want Bobby over
there?
GRAVANE
Bobby can handle The Pit. He needs
to get over that shit.
EDWARD
You know whoever put that on our
front door step, so everyone could
see, is someone that’s not
concerned about blow back? We might
not be able to play this like we
normally do. Things might have to
get messy.
GRAVANE
What, this isn’t messy enough for
you?
EDWARD
Maybe people need to be reminded of
what happens when you come into
Jersey unannounced.
GRAVANE
You think your brother feels the
same?
EDWARD
Elliot’s fine. He gets too choked
up about the kid sometimes. You
know that.
15.
INT. POLICE STATION - OFFICE - DAY
Agents Harrison and Ramey sit across from CHIEF HENRY

MCDONALD, a mindful and literate man. He leans back, legs
crossed, tapping his pen against the desk, with a prolonged
stare at the agents: “What am I supposed to do with you
two?”.
CHIEF MCDONALD
I received your transfer forms from
Director Hackman. Hopefully you
were filled in on the way over. Do
you have questions on what is
expected?
Agents Harrison and Ramey look at each other for

confirmation.
HARRISON
We understand why we are here.
Chief McDonald hands the agents documents.
CHIEF MCDONALD
Sign those. It states that you’re
now temporarily part of the New
Jersey Police Department. You land
under my jurisdiction for now. Our
secretaries outside will get you
sized for a vest. And a couple
files to take. Do your homework.
We’ll meet again, tomorrow once
you’re finished being processed.
They sign the documents and shake the Chief’s hand.
CHIEF MCDONALD (CONT’D)

Thanks for reporting in. We’ll see
you gentlemen tomorrow.
Officer Sullivan walks over from his cubical.
OFFICER SULLIVAN
What do you think?
CHIEF MCDONALD
Federal tax dollars at work. We’ll
find out if they’re worth it.
Harrison and Ramey, watched, as they leave with file boxes in

hand.
16.
INT. FBI OFFICE, WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY
A glass door reads: G. Hackman, Assistant U.S. Attorney

Office, FBI Division.
The room is decorated with an American flag, plaques,

honorary medallions, and framed pictures of a man shaking
hands with years of presidents. That man is GREG HACKMAN, 65,
who sits at a desk in a pricey suit, examining a descriptive
profile of Agents Harrison and Ramey. The file reads: Special
Op. (We want to remember this man).
INT. BAR IN SOUTH JERSEY - NIGHT
Bobby walks in and brushes the snow off. He hangs his jacket
on the rack. A couple drunks and a poker game in the back.
DAVID SMALLS, 35, rough around the edges, sits at the bar,
dressed in a sports jacket and athletic shoes. He is Bobby’s
confidant.
DAVID SMALLS
Hey, Bobby.
BOBBY
How are we doing tonight?
DAVID SMALLS
It’s been steady.
BOBBY
Good.
DAVID SMALLS
So, I hate to bring it up, but let
me know if you need to talk about
Christopher.
BOBBY
I don’t need to talk about it.
DAVID SMALLS
That’s some sick shit that
happened.
BOBBY
Yeah... but he must have been doing
something wrong.
Loud and drunk. Degenerate gamblers play a round of poker. A

Pot-Bellied-Man, raises his hand.
17.
DAVID SMALLS
What do you think?
BOBBY
Give him two, that’s it.
The dealer slides over two thousand in chips. The Pot-Bellied-

Man holds his glass in the air in appreciation.
DORSEY BRONCO, 45, a self-induldged wiseguy, with a nightclub

appearance, leans forward and discovers Bobby at the bar.
DORSEY
Holy shit. It’s South Jersey
royalty right here. It’s Bobby
Mancini. Look everyone, its Bobby
fucking Mancini.
Bobby is smug.
DORSEY (CONT’D)
So, how’s my niece doing?
BOBBY
Sarah’s good. Sure she’d like to
know what it’s like to have an
uncle in her life.
DORSEY
Yeah, maybe. If I have time.
BOBBY
I’m sure she’ll be holding her
breath.
DORSEY
It’s easy for you Mancinis to pass
judgement on me, huh? So, why
haven’t I seen you down at The Pit?
BOBBY
I’ve been around.
DORSEY
Well, I haven’t fuckin’ seen you.
BOBBY
Maybe you should look a little
harder.
DORSEY
You sure are becoming an arrogant
little prick.
18.
David Smalls steps forward.
DAVID SMALLS
Remember where you are, Dorsey.
DORSEY
Oh, right. My fault.
Dorsey grins with a laugh.
BOBBY
The rumor I hear about The Pit is
the boys on the corners have to
wait fifteen minutes for a re-up,
and things are slow. So, just
because you haven’t seen me,
doesn’t mean I haven’t been
watching. Sounds like a lack of
leadership and accountability, if
you ask me.
DORSEY
Like they kept Christopher
accountable?
Bobby lunges forward at Dorsey, fist clinched. David Smalls

breaks it up.
DORSEY (CONT’D)
Nice to see your balls have
dropped. You’re not such a pussy
anymore.
Dorsey blows a kiss at Bobby.
BOBBY
I’m going to wipe that fucking
smirk off your face.
DAVID SMALLS
(holding Bobby)
Stop. That’s what he wants.
INT. BOBBY’S PLACE - DAY
Bobby is wide awake. Eyes on the ceiling, contemplating.

Sarah is asleep in his arms.
The ALARM RINGS. He gathers himself, a Catholic cross dangles

from his neck. Sarah rolls over.
BOBBY
You’re so beautiful.
19.
SARAH
And you’re such a kiss ass.
BOBBY
I mean it. You look more beautiful
when you wake up than most women
dream to look like during the day.
Bobby stands and gets dressed.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
I got a couple things I have to do.
I’ll be back. Go back to sleep.
Bobby leans down and kisses her softly.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
Bobby is walking up a narrow stairway. He reaches the top,

only to find a shrine of flowers and pictures. We see a man’s
face embedded in a wreath. Under the picture it reads:
CHRISTOPHER RELANO may you rest in peace (the chopped up
body).
The front door opens. MRS. RELANO, a South Jersey hag, sticks
her head out, smoking a cigarette.
MRS. RELANO
Bobby.
BOBBY
Cathy. I was just stopping by to
show my respects. Sorry to bother
you.
MRS. RELANO
You kill those mother fuckers
Bobby, you kill em’, the ones that
hurt my boy.
Mrs. Relano begins to weep, fumbling back inside.
BOBBY
Yeah, ok, go back inside.
MRS. RELANO
You fucking kill em’; you hear me?
BOBBY
I will. Go inside. Ok, yeah, nice
to see you too.
20.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Bobby comes down from the apartment stairs. We see a man jog
with a purpose across the street. It’s David Smalls.
DAVID SMALLS
Hey. Get a chance to say goodbye?
BOBBY
Yeah. She’s a mess.
DAVID SMALLS
What can you expect... oh, hey, I
found Jimmy. He’s down at the
diner.
BOBBY
Is he still there?
DAVID SMALLS
I think so. Ten minutes ago he was.
BOBBY
Ok.
Bobby hustles over to his Buick Regal.
DAVID SMALLS
You need me?
BOBBY
No, I’m good.
DAVID SMALLS
Hey.
Bobby, a foot inside the car.
BOBBY
Yeah.
DAVID SMALLS
Your dad wants to talk with you. I
told him I’d let you know.
BOBBY
All right. Hey, thanks for finding
Jimmy.
DAVID SMALLS
No problem.
Bobby quickly drives away.

21.
INT. DINER - DAY
A couple regulars sit at the counter. Isolated in the back

booth, JIMMY, 30, a dope addict with a couple prison tats,
and a nervous twitch. He seems uneasy.
Ricky Moralez and Victor walk in. Conversations stop. The

regulars with a long lasting glare: Cubans don’t belong in
this neighborhood. They walk back to Jimmy.
INT. DINER - BOOTH - DAY
Jimmy sits across from the Cuban gangsters.
RICKY
… All you have to worry about is
making the product move.
Understand?
JIMMY
Yeah, I know. I can do this.
VICTOR
Christopher said the same thing.
Jimmy, with a lump in his throat.
JIMMY
Yeah, but Christopher was a fuck
up. I spent the last couple weeks
figuring out how to distribute the
product through The Pit. The routes
are secured. I have it all mapped
out. I’ve shown you that. I know
Christopher brought everything
together, but he messed up. I
won’t. I promise.
Ricky glances over at Victor.
RICKY
Yeah, we know. That’s why you’ll be
our connection now.
VICTOR
But, do you understand the risks?
JIMMY
What do you mean, risks?
RICKY
Give him your wallet.
22.
Jimmy scrambles for his wallet and hands it to Victor, who

holds a Polaroid camera. CLICK. A photo taken of Jimmy’s
license.
Ricky flips through a note pad.
RICKY (CONT’D)
2686 Montauk Road New Jersey.
314 Eola Heights apartment #4.
606…
Victor tosses a photo of Jimmy's family onto the table.
VICTOR
Those are the risks. Not
negotiable.
Jimmy hesitates, eventually nods in agreement.
RICKY
We’ll be in touch.
Victor and Ricky stand and walk away.
EXT. DINER - DAY
The door opens. Ricky and Victor nearly collide with Bobby in
the doorway. They move aside and hold the door open as Bobby
hesitates, caught off guard. He enters but does a double-
take, the Cubans continue their path.
INT. DINER - DAY
Bobby walks in. The OWNER is cooking behind the grill. He

wipes his hands on his apron and greets Bobby with a hand
shake.
BOBBY
Who are those guys?
OWNER
Never seen ‘em before.
Don’t see that color around here
much, you know?
BOBBY
Yeah, I know. Well, you see them
again you let me know, ok?
OWNER
Sure. No problem, Bobby.
23.
Bobby finds Jimmy in the booth and walks back.
JIMMY
What do you want?
BOBBY
Have some questions I want to ask
you.
JIMMY
This should be fun.
BOBBY
I need to know, if you know anyone
that’s trying to make moves against
us?
JIMMY
I’m property of The Pit. I only
keep track of the needle pushers,
remember.
BOBBY
Jimmy, I’ve known you a long time.
We went to high school together.
But all you care about is making
money.
JIMMY
Look, I don’t know shit. I make
money for Gravane and the family;
isn’t that enough anymore?
BOBBY
And you remember what family that
is, right?
JIMMY
Who else would I serve?
BOBBY
Money influences people in
different ways.
JIMMY
I don’t know shit, ok? I just want
to eat my fucking breakfast.
BOBBY
Just keep your ear to the ground.
Can you do that?
JIMMY
Anything else?
24.
BOBBY
Yeah. You know the two Cubans that
walked out of here?
JIMMY
Who? Nope, never seen em’ before.
BOBBY
Then how did you know who I was
talking about?
Bobby rises and stands over him.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
Let me know if you hear anything.
He walks away.
INT. MANCINI’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
The family photos hung on the wall go hand-in-hand with her

motherly-charm, KATE MANCINI is cooking at the stove with a
towel tossed over her shoulder.
Bobby walks in.
BOBBY
(kisses her on the cheek)
Hey, Ma.
KATE
Bobby. What are you doing here?
BOBBY
Thought I’d stop by and say hi to
the most beautiful woman in the
world.
KATE
You just want food.
Kate slides a plate of chicken fettuccine over to Bobby.
KATE (CONT’D)
Eat. You look horrible.
Bobby smirks with a smile.
Kate’s face suddenly changes. She remembers.

25.
KATE (CONT’D)
I’m very sorry to hear about your
friend, Christopher. I can’t
believe he died in a car accident.
BOBBY
Who told you about Christopher?
KATE
Your father.
BOBBY
Of course... Yeah. But, what are
you going to do.
KATE
Don’t do that.
BOBBY
Don’t do what?
KATE
Pretend you don’t care. Only
heartless men do that. And I’ve met
too many of those in my life. It’s
ok to grieve, Bobby.
The door opens. Gravane, Elliot, and Edward come in. Kate
kisses Bobby on the head and inches back to the pots and
pans.
ELLIOT
Hey, sweetheart.
KATE
Just like your son.
Elliot kisses kate.
GRAVANE
Hi, Kate.
KATE
Always showing up around dinner
time.
EDWARD
Food. The only thing keeping me
around.
Kate slaps Edward on the shoulder.
KATE
Not funny.
26.
Gravane steals a bread roll from Bobby’s plate.
GRAVANE
Keep an eye on what’s yours.
BOBBY
I’ll try to remember that.
Bobby’s demeanor changes around Elliot.
ELLIOT
Hey.
BOBBY
Hey.
Edward punches Bobby in the shoulder.
EDWARD
Quick reflexes for a late night.
What, no drinking?
BOBBY
Not really.
EDWARD
That’s your problem... you need to
drink more.
GRAVANE
Kate, can we use the dining room?
KATE
Of course. Turn the lights off when
you’re done.
Gravane looks over at Bobby.
GRAVANE
Bobby.
BOBBY
Yeah.
GRAVANE
Come with me.
Elliot watches from the kitchen; Bobby sits down with Gravane
in the dinning room. The door swings back and forth, only to
see bits and pieces of their conversation. Elliot drowns in
envy: losing his son.
27.
INT. MANCINI’S HOUSE- KITCHEN - LATER
Gravane comes back in.
Elliot and Edward are sitting at the table.
ELLIOT
What was that about?
GRAVANE
Bobby had some information to tell
me.
ELLIOT
My son had some information to tell
you?
GRAVANE
Yes, Elliot, your son.
ELLIOT
What about?
GRAVANE
I’ll let him tell you. After all,
he is your son.
Gravane moves over to Kate and kisses her good bye.
GRAVANE (CONT’D)
Thanks for the hospitality, Kate.
KATE
Sure, it was good to see you.
Gravane leaves.
EDWARD
Elliot... I’ll see you tomorrow.
Hey, and take it easy on the kid.
He’s just trying to help.
Edward follows Gravane out.
KATE
What’s wrong, Elliot?
ELLIOT
Nothing.
Bobby walks back in.

28.
ELLIOT (CONT’D)
So, what did you talk to Richard
about?
BOBBY
There were some guys down at the
Diner today that I’ve never seen
before. Just thought I’d tell him.
ELLIOT
And when did you start telling
Richard stuff before telling me?
BOBBY
I didn’t. He just asked, so I told
him. It’s not a big deal.
ELLIOT
You know what son? I don’t know if
you’ve noticed but, people are
dying around us. So, it’s probably
a good thing that everyone knows
what’s going on.
BOBBY
Yeah, I’ve noticed. I spent the day
burying one of my good friends. So,
I’m well aware of what’s going on
around me. But, thanks for the
fatherly advice.
Elliot glances up at Bobby, enraged by the disrespect.
ELLIOT
Remember who brought you into this
world son. Who taught you how to
love and hate. How to get knocked
down and stand back up. Don’t ever
forget that. You think this life,
is something to be proud of? All
the shit we have to answer for...
Gravane and Mancini, those names,
people piss themselves because of
them... and what... you think it’s
because we’re ah bunch of
goodfellas? We’re fucking criminals
that have done bad shit Bobby.
Things you couldn’t believe... Kids
playing in a man’s world.
KATE (O.S.)
Elliot, stop.
29.
BOBBY
I bet the men before you used to
say the same thing.
Kate SMASHES a plate to the floor, flustered with heartbroken

emotions.
We hear a KNOCK at the door. Kate, hands shaking, collects

herself and opens the door.
It’s Sarah. She gingerly walks in, unsure if she should

retreat.
Elliot stands and moves to Sarah. He gives her a genuine hug.
ELLIOT
You look beautiful, sweetheart.
SARAH
Ah, Thanks.
ELLIOT
Maybe when you get a chance you can
talk some sense into your man here.
Elliot leaves with a hint of shame.
Kate glances at Bobby with low-spirit-sadness in her eyes.
Bobby storms out of the room.
KATE
Oh Sarah, being part of this
Mancini family is not an easy task.
Their stubbornness will be the
death of me.
Sarah is lost for words.
KATE (CONT’D)
(glance down at Sarah’s
belly)
So, have you told him yet?
SARAH
What? Oh, no, not yet.
KATE
You need to tell him.
30.
SARAH
I know. It’s just Bobby’s been
distracted lately with Christopher
passing away... I just can’t find a
good time.
KATE
There’s never a good time.
SARAH
Yeah. I can see that.
KATE
Want some advice?
SARAH
Sure.
KATE
Don’t try changing the man. Figure
out how to live in the life he
leads. Anything else is a waste of
time.
Sarah contemplates the words of wisdom...
BANG, BANG, BANG. Bullets pierce through the walls and

shatter the windows. Kate and Sarah hit the ground. Debris
clouds the room.
Bobby runs in and drapes himself on top of Kate and Sarah.
BOBBY
Are you ok? Are you hit? Sarah you
hit? Ma’?
Sarah and Kate frantically check their bodies for blood.
KATE
No. We’re fine. We’re ok.
Bobby jumps to his feet and fearlessly runs out the door.
SARAH
Bobby, no. Come back.
EXT. MANCINI’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Bobby rushes out, stumbles down the front steps, head whips
around, runs to the middle of the street, slipping in the
snow. He stands up to see the BLACK VAN zip around the
corner, vanishing.
31.
INT. BOBBY’S PLACE - NIGHT
Sarah with her head on Bobby’s lap, lying on the couch, eyes
red, and mesmerized. Bobby with a mean-mug and a gun in hand,
resting on the glass end table.
SARAH
We can not stay here, Bobby.
BOBBY
I know.
SARAH
No, you don’t know, Bobby. If you
knew, our bags would be packed and
we’d be half way across the country
by now.
BOBBY
I know.
Sarah sits up. She wraps her hands around Bobby’s face,
staring him directly in the eyes as tears run down her
cheeks.
SARAH
You need to tell them we are
leaving this Godforsaken place.
Tell your dad, uncle, shit,
Gravane, I don’t care. Just get us
out of here Bobby.
BOBBY
It’s not that easy. I can’t just
walk up to Gravane and...
SARAH
They almost killed me and the ba...
Sarah wants to reel her words back.
BOBBY
What?
SARAH
Nothing. I, I was just saying
that...
BOBBY
No, What? What were you going to
say?
SARAH
I’ve been trying to tell you.
32.
BOBBY
Tell me what?
SARAH
Bobby... I’m pregnant.
BOBBY
(happy but confused)
What did you just say?
SARAH
Yeah.
BOBBY
Why didn’t you tell me?
SARAH
I just did.
BOBBY
Oh my God, you’re pregnant.
Bobby kisses her repeatedly with mixed emotions and holds her
tight. This is Bobby’s moment of truth.
EXT. THE PIT - BACK ENTRANCE - NIGHT
The night is calm.
A single street light gleams against the back entrance of a

multi-apartment complex. The crackheads and homeless hide
between the buildings like rats retreating back to the sewer.
The black van pulls into the parking lot. Ricky and Victor
walk forward into the light. Three Beggared Cuban Gangsters
unload bricks of cocaine, through the hallways of the
complex.
Jimmy looms in the back ground, smoking a cigarette.
JIMMY
What the fuck. You guys aren’t
cold? Isn’t it like a thousand
degrees in South Beach?
Ricky begins dialing his cell phone.
RICKY
Father!
PHILIPE MORALEZ (O.S.)

Ricky. Are you set up?
33.
RICKY
We’re unloading the product now.

Good. That's good. Have you made
your contacts?
RICKY
Everything is in place; don't
worry... but you should have told
me how things would be handled out
here.

You would have disagreed.
RICKY
A chopped up body. There’s no
coming back from that, father.

Where you are... they don’t like
our kind and what we represent.
It’s a dangerous place to be. And
that’s why they need to fear us,
and understand we are willing to do
anything.
RICKY
And, are we willing to do anything?
The phone becomes silent.
RICKY (CONT’D)
Hello.

I will do what it takes, son.
Someday you will understand.
RICKY
But why New Jersey? Why here?

Let me talk with Victor.
RICKY
Sure.
PHILIPE MORALEZ
Ricky?
RICKY
Yeah.
34.

I love you son.
Ricky gives Victor the phone.
VICTOR
Mr. Moralez.

Take care of him.
VICTOR
Yes, sir.

And, keep moving forward. Find
their weakness.
VICTOR
Yes, Mr. Moralez.
Down the street, tucked between the parked cars, Agents

Harrison and Ramey run surveillance. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.
INT. POLICE STATION - OFFICE - DAY
The office is hectic. Detectives shout, evaluate evidence,

jockey for a chance to use the phones and overused computers,
etc.
Officer Sullivan opens the door. Agents Harrison and Ramey

enter.
HARRISON
Good morning, Sir.
Chief McDonald at his desk reviewing case files, phone

pressed to his ear, signing documents from the Chain Smoking
Secretary standing overhead.
Harrison and Ramey take a seat. Harrison slides the

surveillance photos across the desk. Chief McDonald analyzes
the photos. He recognizes Ricky Moralez and Victor in the
surveillance photos. He hangs up his call.
HARRISON (CONT’D)
Do you recognize these guys?
CHIEF MCDONALD
That’s Ricky Moralez and Victor
Hernandez.
35.
HARRISON
Why would the Moralez family be in
Jersey?
Chief McDonald searches for the words.
RAMEY
The Pit... that’s Gravane’s
territory, right?
FLASHBACK:
EXT. FLORIDA COAST AIRFIELD, 1965 - CONTINUOUS
(We recognize this)
The back hatch of a military cargo plane lowers. A crate is

pushed down the ramp. The hangar is plagued with well-dressed
Cubans surrounded by Vietnam-clothed soldiers.
MEGA PHONE (O.S.)

(in Spanish)
Philipe Moralez, you are
surrounded. You and your men come
out peacefully.
On the outskirts, a cavalry of FBI tactical vans converge on

the aircraft hanger. Lights flash on.
CHIEF MCDONALD (V.O.)

Back in the 60’s, Philipe Moralez
and Richard Gravane... served in
Vietnam together... Gravane paid
off the MP contacts to have access
to the airbase and Philipe had the
product to move and pilots at his
disposal.
At the perimeter gates we see a YOUNGER GRAVANE, ELLIOT, and

EDWARD. They step out of Gravane’s car. They watch a dozen
FBI squad cars converge on the airfield hangar from afar.
CHIEF MCDONALD (V.O.)

But, Gravane got tipped off the
night they took down Moralez.
INT. POLICE STATION OFFICE - BACK TO PRESENT
Chief McDonald still ponders over the surveillance photos.

36.
CHIEF MCDONALD
But, that doesn’t explain why Ricky
and Victor are in New Jersey.
RAMEY
That was about twenty years ago.
HARRISON
Well, whatever they’re doing here
can’t be good.
EXT. GRAVANE’S RESTAURANT - DAY
Wiseguys and soldiers stand watch.
Bobby, Elliot, and Edward are huddled around. Sarah emerges

with a graceful smile but still afraid. She reaches up on her
tippy-toes to give hugs to Elliot and Edward. Bobby receives
a kiss. Their heads turn...
A beat up Monte Carlo pulls up to the curb. Dorsey arrives

and steps out of his car. Sarah is intimidated with his
presence. The men look at Dorsey like a hungry pack of
wolves.
DORSEY
Hi, sweetheart.
Elliot and Edward escort Dorsey inside. Not far behind, Bobby
reaches back for Sarah’s hand, finger tips touch: If Bobby
could escape with Sarah right here and now, he would.
INT. CUBAN’S CAR - DAY
Ricky and Victor watch from across the street; the mobsters
walk inside. Ricky is unsure of their purpose here. Victor
takes great interest and has an eerie focus on Sarah.
INT. GRAVANE’S RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS
The room is dark. Not a soul in sight. Tables and chairs

stacked against the wall, except for the one table Gravane
occupies, puffing his cigar.
Dorsey stands in the doorway with Elliot, Edward, and Bobby.

He concedes his gun to Elliot. Dorsey is wary and slowly
moves to the table.
GRAVANE
So, who is this Jimmy I’m hearing
about?
37.
DORSEY
He moves some weight for me.
GRAVANE
You mean he moves weight for me.
DORSEY
Yeah, that’s what I meant.
GRAVANE
Is it.
DORSEY
He’s a good earner.
GRAVANE
Maybe I should just have him be in
charge of The Pit.
DORSEY
What’s that supposed to mean?
GRAVANE
The Pit has run like clockwork
since I can remember; shit, since
I’ve been a kid. Now, you’re the
man over there...
DORSEY
Why, what did little Bobby say?
ELLIOT
Don’t bring Bobby into this.
DORSEY
Oh, I’m sorry. He’s been hiding in
the shadows, I forgot Bobby was
even here.
Bobby quickly steps forward... Elliot cuts him off. Edward

with a proud smirk. He loves the scrapper in Bobby.
DORSEY (CONT’D)
You’re so cute when you’re mad.
Gravane’s hand goes up; Bobby falls back into the shadows.
GRAVANE
So, Dorsey, tell me why my product
from Queens is being delayed? And
why it’s not being pushed through
The Pit like it’s supposed to?
(MORE)
38.
GRAVANE (CONT'D)
And why the fuck earners aren’t
earning. That’s what I’m wondering
about.
DORSEY
We’ve had a couple set backs this
week...
GRAVANE
Oh... you’ve had a couple set
backs? Sorry to fucking hear about
that.
DORSEY
You know... I do all the grunt
work, while Elliot and Ed sit
around and collect. Why am I on
trial?
GRAVANE
Swallow your fucking pride. Their
shit's taken care of.
Dorsey looks over to Elliot.
DORSEY
You’re enjoying this right now
aren’t you?
ELLIOT
More than you can imagine.
Dorsey spits at the feet of Elliot.
DORSEY
Fuck this. I don’t need this shit.
Your constant disapproval. Always
looking down on me. And fuck you
(to Elliot, Ed) ... you got some
balls. You mother fuckers got
something else coming. Fuck this
shit.
Dorsey storms away through the men that stand in his way, and
yanks his gun back.
EXT. THE PIT - DAY
Apartment buildings are stacked several stories high, and

circle around a grassy commons area, taken-over with junkies
that roam free. Earners discreetly disguise drug exchanges.
39.
Jimmy sits on a bench with his low-life side kick BRIAN. They
observe the mega-drug-circus sitting in the center of it all.
JIMMY
...It will be business as usual. We
just move two different products at
once.
BRIAN
But what about Dorsey? What’s that
going to look like?
JIMMY
We sell Dorsey’s stuff and get rid
of the other shit coming in. The
Pit will stay hungry. All we have
to do is re-up every two weeks and
keep things moving like it’s
business as usual.
BRIAN
You really think that’s going to
work?
JIMMY
It’s going to work. Trust me.
BRIAN
Sounds like you’re trying to
convince yourself.
Across the commons area we see Bobby approaching a Group of

Hoods hanging around.
BOBBY
How we doin’ today fellas?
The Hoods all acknowledge: they respect Bobby.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
Hey, could I get a second with
Michael?
MICHAEL, a short and pudgy dealer. The Hoods depart.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
How have you been, Michael?
MICHAEL
Good, I guess.
BOBBY
Your baby boy still growing up
pretty fast?
40.
MICHAEL
Yeah, man. He is. Gettin’ big. I
just found out Lisa’s pregnant
again so...
BOBBY
Congratulation, man. That’s good
news.
MICHAEL
Yeah, twice as expensive, though.
BOBBY
Yeah, I bet.
MICHAEL
But, what are you going to do.
Bobby turns to find Jimmy and Brian.
BOBBY
Hey, so, I need to ask you
something.
MICHAEL
Yeah, what’s up.
BOBBY
Seen any new faces around here
lately?
MICHAEL
What do you mean?
BOBBY
Like Jimmy or Brian hanging around
anyone new? Or Dorsey?
MICHAEL
What kind of faces?
BOBBY
Cuban faces.
MICHAEL
In this neighborhood, na’ man.
BOBBY
Ok. Well, if you do, will you let
me know?
MICHAEL
Of course, Bobby.
41.
BOBBY
All right, thanks. And you take
care of those kids, ok?
Bobby gives Michael a hug and a hand shake with a few bills.
MICHAEL
Bobby, you don’t have to do that.
BOBBY
I know, man.
Bobby turns to leave.
MICHAEL
Hey, Bobby. I know Jimmy’s a fuck
up, but I don’t think he’d ever
double cross you. I mean we all
grew up together, you know?
BOBBY
Yeah... but we’re all good people,
until we’re caught doing something
bad.
INT. BOBBY’S PLACE - DAY
Bobby on the edge of the bed, presses his nose gently against
Sarah’s belly. Sarah rubs her hand on top of Bobby’s head.
His head raises up, as he stares into her eyes
unconditionally.
SARAH
Promise me.
BOBBY
Promise you what?
SARAH
That you’ll talk with one of them
today. Your dad, your uncle, I
don’t care even Gravane... They
need to know we’re leaving this
poisonous place.
BOBBY
I know, I will.
SARAH
No, Bobby. Promise me.
BOBBY
Ok. I promise.
42.
Sarah pulls Bobby close.
SARAH
I know this will be difficult for
you. But, it’s the best decision
for our family.
Bobby rubs her belly once more.
BOBBY
(smiling)
Yeah... our family.
SARAH
I love you.
BOBBY
I love you too.
EXT. MANCINI SANDWICH SHOP - DAY
The street corner reads: South 19th Street. This is a tough

but a good neighborhood. Mancini Sandwich Shop is displayed
on the glass window.
Edward is reading the Star-Ledger. We see Bobby jogging

across the street.
BOBBY
Sorry, I’m late.
EDWARD
Yeah, I’m used to it.
BOBBY
What are you talking about?
EDWARD
If you’re not fifteen minutes early
you’re late. Remember that.
BOBBY
That’s really insightful, thanks.
Edward flicks his cigarette at Bobby.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
(laughing)
Hey, what the fuck. Oh, cheap shots
now.
EDWARD
So, how’s Sarah doing?
43.
BOBBY
She’s good. A little scared from
the other night, but she’ll be
fine. You seen my mom yet?
EDWARD
Elliot said she’s fine. A little
startled too.
Bobby leans forward, serious all of the sudden.
BOBBY
Hey... I got to talk to you about
something...
A news report on the television inside grabs their attention.

We see the TV through the window.
ON THE TELEVISION:
NEWS REPORTER
Today, in local reports, crime is
at an all time high, but Chief
Henry McDonald of the New Jersey
State Police was reported saying
today that organized crime, such as
the New Jersey Mafia, is
sporadically taking hits. Five
connected associates have been
found murdered in the last few
weeks. But how many people will
suffer the same consequences on the
other end? Chief McDonald has
investigations underway, but keep
in mind that numbers do not lie:
Not one member of the Jersey Mob
has been convicted of a serious
crime since 1975. The most recent
court case was Edward Mancini in
1978, where he was accused of
allegedly beating a man to death in
an upstate New York townhouse. Days
before the trial, multiple
witnesses came up missing or
retracted their original
statements.
A mug shot taken of Richard Gravane appears in the news

report.
44.
NEWS REPORTER (CONT'D)

In 1975, Jersey Mob Boss, Richard
Gravane and his right-hand, Elliot
Mancini, were arrested for drug
trafficking and money laundering.
Both were sent to prison for
fourteen years. Gravane and Elliot
Mancini were released on good
behavior by the review board after
serving six years. So does that
mean people can sleep easier... or
does it mean that crime is more
organized than ever?
EDWARD
Well at least they got their facts
straight.
David Smalls runs out the door in a hurry.
EDWARD (CONT’D)
Where are you going?
DAVID SMALLS
Phil just called. A couple guys
down at the gym got into a big
brawl. Guess it got pretty heated.
I’ll be back in a few.
David Smalls jumps into his car and drives away. Bobby is
reminded of the brotherhood that burns through his soul and
he would desperately miss.
EDWARD
So, what did you want to talk
about?
BOBBY
Nothing... so, sounds like you and
my Pops aren’t making too many
friends.
EDWARD
Fuck em’. We’re not in the business
of making friends.
BOBBY
You know, if you need someone to
step up. I’m here.
EDWARD
I know your dad better than anyone.
The last thing he wants is to see
you involved in what we do.
45.
BOBBY
Look at me... tell me I’m not
involved.
EDWARD
Shit, Bobby, I know that.
BOBBY
Then what are we talking about?
EDWARD
You just gotta be patient. Talk
with Gravane.
BOBBY
Why, to get permission cuz my dad?
I don’t need permission.
EDWARD
Don’t get the wrong idea, Bobby.
You’ll always need permission.
Without rules and ah code, what’s
the point?
Edward lights a cigarette.
EDWARD (CONT’D)
Your dad loves you. I hope you know
that.
BOBBY
Yeah, I know.
EDWARD
So what’s this bull shit I hear
about you and Dorsey?
BOBBY
I see you’ve been talkin’ with
“Smalls” about the bar situation.
EDWARD
(laughing)
Sounds like Dorsey ran his mouth.
BOBBY
I can’t believe we trust him with
The Pit. I hear guys on the corners
have to go through Jimmy now.
EDWARD
Jimmy? That little shit you know
from high school?
46.
BOBBY
Yeah. That’s the one.
A DISHWASHER leans out of the doorway.
DISHWASHER
Ed, you got a phone call.
EDWARD
Yeah, hold on.
Edward stands from the table.
EDWARD (CONT’D)
You going to be down at the fights
tonight?
BOBBY
Nah. Probably best for me to stay
with Sarah tonight.
EDWARD
I’m going to have some guys watch
your place.
BOBBY
We’re fine.
EDWARD
They’re watching your house. End of
discussion. And keep your head down
and eyes open.
BOBBY
Yeah, you too.
Edward moves forward to give Bobby a hug. He loves Bobby like

the son he never had.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
Uncle Ed.
EDWARD
Yeah.
BOBBY
I still need to talk with you
sometime.
EDWARD
What is it?
BOBBY
Not now. Tomorrow.
47.
EDWARD
You sure?
BOBBY
Yeah.
EDWARD
Whenever you need me. You just let
me know.
Edward walks inside and grabs the phone.
INT. BOBBY’S PLACE - NIGHT
Bobby sets house keys on the counter. He hangs his coat on

the rack. The lights are turned off. He reaches underneath
the kitchen table for a hidden leather holster screwed to the
bottom. He cocks back and points a 9 mm maneuvering down the
hallway inch-by-inch.
BOBBY
Sarah? Sarah?
Bobby stops. Her purse and necklace are scattered on the

floor.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
Sarah.
He quickly runs back to the bedroom... empty.
INT. CUBAN’S CAR - NIGHT (MOVING)
We hear VOICES with CUBAN ACCENTS.
Difficult to see, light seeps through a threaded woven mask.

Heavy breaths inhale and exhale. Sarah is claustrophobic and
panicked, gasping for air.
EXT. REMOTE BEACH - NIGHT
SLIDING and SCRAPING. Victor drags Sarah’s body along the

beach; sand kicks up into her mask. Her SCREAMS are muffled
by the waves crashing on to the shore. A sudden halt. Sarah’s
squirming body covered in sand. She fights, claws, and
scratches until the valiant exertion becomes exhausting.
SARAH
(weeping and crying)
Please no... why are you doing
this, please. What do you want...
(MORE)
48.
SARAH (CONT'D)
I’ll give you anything. I’m
pregnant, please don’t do this...
I’m begging you... please.
Victor looks down at her with a 45. BANG. A bullet in Sarah’s

temple.
INT. FBI OFFICE, WASHINGTON D.C. - CONTINUOUS
A glass door reads: G. Hackman, Assistant U.S. Attorney

Office, FBI Division.
FBI Director Greg Hackman closes the “Special Op” folder with
Harrison and Ramey’s credentials and descriptive report. He
shoves the folder back in the desk. He leans back in his
chair and stares at the park-lake view.
INT. STASH HOUSE - LAB - NIGHT
Naked women stand under dome heat lamps. The slavish workers
fill packages of cocaine. Ricky struts along, eye-balling the
assembling line.
The side door opens. Victor quickly locates Ricky. Victor

pulls his hoodie over his blood-shot-disturbed eyes. He
quickly turns...
RICKY
Hey, where have you been?
Victor avoids him...
RICKY (CONT’D)
What did you do?
Victor keeps moving.
RICKY (CONT’D)
What did you do?
Ricky catches up. Victor pulls away...
VICTOR
Don’t worry where I’ve been.
EXT. REMOTE BEACH - DAY
Homicide tape covers the scene. A blue tarp blows in the wind
over the top of Sarah’s body. CSIs circle around the corpse
with Chief McDonald, Officer Sullivan, Agents Harrison and
Ramey.
49.
Chief McDonald looks out beyond the curious spectators. He

sees Bobby approaching.
CHIEF MCDONALD
Shit. It’s Bobby Mancini. Cover the
body.
Bobby approaches, weak knees, eyes watered, filled with

sorrow and excruciating pain. All in his way part, leaving a
clear path to Sarah’s body.
Officer Sullivan attempts to cut him off.
SULLIVAN
Bobby, you don’t want to go over
there.
Bobby collapses to the beach sand. He SCREAMS in devastated

agony.
BOBBY
No... no... why?
Elliot and Edward arrive and run to Bobby’s side.
INT. MANCINI’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Bobby, numb with grief. He is hunched over in a chair staring

at the floor. Kate with her arms wrapped around him.
Kate turns to Edward posted against the wall.
KATE
Go find Elliot. He needs his
father.
Edward grabs his coat, and reaches for the door... Elliot
appears in the doorway.
ELLIOT
I need a minute with my son?
KATE
Sure. Ed, come on. We’ll be in the
other room.
Elliot hesitates, takes a deep breath, and then moves over to

Bobby.
ELLIOT
Stand up.
Bobby stands. Tears run down his face; raises his chin.
50.
ELLIOT (CONT’D)
Look at me.
Elliot wipes his tears. Bobby’s chin raises.
ELLIOT (CONT’D)
We’re going to kill em’... Every
fucking one em’. You hear me?
Bobby lunges forward into his father’s arms. Elliot squeezes

his son tight.
EXT. COFFEE SHOP - WEEKS LATER
Downtown. Agents Harrison and Ramey dodge traffic. Once they

touch the curb, Harrison’s phone RINGS.
AGENT HARRISON
(on the phone)
Hello?
FBI Director Hackman with a phone pressed to his ear, legs

kicked up on his desk.
The speaker phone is on:
FBI HACKMAN
Agent Harrison! This is FBI
director Hackman. My apologies for
the delay in calling you back.
INTERCUT BETWEEN AGENT HARRISON and FBI HACKMAN
HARRISON
No problem, sir.
FBI HACKMAN
Hey, that’s horrific what happened
to Bobby Mancini’s girlfriend by
the way.
HARRISON
Yes, yes sir it was.
FBI HACKMAN
But, it looks like you made it
through. So, have you learned
anything new?
51.
HARRISON
People are still dying out here.
FBI HACKMAN
Yeah, welcome to America. Just be
thankful it’s not you.
HARRISON
Honestly, sir, Ramey and I have
been waiting to get the word from
you.
FBI HACKMAN
Harrison I did not put you on this
case for me to give you a green
fucking light. Take some
initiative; figure out who's who
and what's what... Honestly, you're
what makes me sleep at night. It
could be a week, a month, the next
time I reach out to you. But know
this, when I do call, if you're not
dead or cracking open the biggest
mafia court case ever, you've not
done your fucking job correctly.
Get me something on Gravane.
HARRISON
Yes, sir. I understand.
FBI HACKMAN
You have the backing of the Federal
Government behind you. I want
Richard Gravane wrapped in a bow
with your name written all over it.
FBI Director Hackman hangs up.
INT. STREET IN QUEENS - DAY
Beautiful green middle-class neighborhood.
A cargo truck is crashed into the curb. We see a logo

“SMILEY’S PACKAGING CO.” written on the side. A Young DRIVER
is still strapped in the driver's seat; shattered front
window; bullets pierced through his body.
INT. POLICE STATION - BREAK ROOM - DAY
Agent Harrison stares at a barrage of surveillance photos.

Gravane’s primary guys are pinned to a cork board.
52.
Agent Ramey unwraps his lunch and reads the Star-Ledger.
RAMEY
Even the papers glorify these guys.
Murder cases land at their feet,
and they portray them like they’re
untouchable.
Chief McDonald amuses City Council members in the hallway. He

escapes and walks into the break room.
CHIEF MCDONALD
Gentlemen.
HARRISON
How are things going?
CHIEF MCDONALD
Quiet. Except for the vultures out
in the hall.
HARRISON
Hey, you said when Gravane left
Philipe Moralez at the airfield.
You said someone tipped them off.
Who?
CHIEF MCDONALD
Who tipped him off?
HARRISON
Yeah.
CHIEF MCDONALD
That would be the one and only, Leo
Smiley.
HARRISON
Leo Smiley, the boss of Queens?
CHIEF MCDONALD
You’ve been doing your homework. He
used to run the distribution for
Gravane. Gravane would pick the
product up from Philipe Moralez at
the airfield. Then drop it off with
Leo in Queens. Leo had cops on the
payroll. He was told of the FBI’s
plans to move in on Moralez that
night... ultimately Leo tipped off
Gravane. That made Philipe Moralez
the sole owner of a twenty year
sentence.
(MORE)
53.
CHIEF MCDONALD (CONT'D)
And this is why The Pit was created
in Jersey. Gravane needed to fill
the void. Gravane and Leo currently
control the market.
EXT. SECLUDED PARK, QUEENS - DAY
LEO SMILEY, 60’ish, slick grey hair and blue beady eyes
coexist with his exquisite pin striped suit. A man with a
stern face. He hunches under an umbrella held overhead by his
Right-Hand-Man.
Two cars approach down a gravel road. Emerging from the cars,
Gravane, Elliot, Edward, and David Smalls, all business-like.
LEO SMILEY
How’s Bobby doing?
ELLIOT
About as good as expected.
LEO SMILEY
That’s some awful shit that
happened. He worked out some small
business issues for me a couple
weeks back... the kid was really
stepping up. He’s a good kid, your
boy.
ELLIOT
I’ll tell him you said that.
LEO SMILEY
Richard, you didn't need to bring
the entire army.
GRAVANE
I have reserves at home.
Gravane extends his hand. Leo Smiley shakes it.
LEO SMILEY
It’s not like it was, when two men
used to meet at a restaurant and
sit at a table. We all have to take
precautions nowadays, don’t we?
GRAVANE
Yeah, I heard.
LEO SMILEY
That mother fucker Angelo Casso’s
pissing all over my routes again;
(MORE)
54.
LEO SMILEY (CONT'D)
he shot up one of my drivers
yesterday. Killed him in broad
fucking daylight. What are we going
to do about this?
GRAVANE
A body’s already been dropped on
our doorstep. An innocent girl. I
don’t want to hear about your
sorrows.
LEO SMILEY
Oh, you’re against me now?
GRAVANE
It’s hard to say. Threats come from
many directions these days.
LEO SMILEY
What the fuck’s that supposed to
mean?
GRAVANE
Last time I checked, the body count
in Jersey is a lot higher than it
is in Queens. If you're having
trouble moving the product cuz your
driver got shot, get another
fucking driver…
Leo adjusts his suit to shrug off the disrespectful tone.

Normally not talked down to: he swallows his pride.
LEO SMILEY
Get another driver? I want a
fucking bullet in Angelo’s head.
GRAVANE
You and I know that’s not going to
happen.
LEO SMILEY
And my guy? We just walk away from
that? He had a fucking family.
GRAVANE
We all have families.
Elliot steps forward. Grim.
ELLIOT
Leo, have you seen any unfamiliar
faces around?
55.
LEO SMILEY
Like who?
EDWARD
Any dark fuckin’ spics?
LEO SMILEY
Not that I’ve seen. Why?
His RIGHT-HAND leans forward and whispers into Leo’s ear.
LEO SMILEY (CONT’D)

I stand corrected. If I can deliver
who you’re looking for... will you
send that message to Angelo?
GRAVANE
We’ll think about it.
Gravane nods for his entourage to leave.
Leo Smiley turns to Elliot and Edward.
ELLIOT
Find out what you can.
LEO SMILEY
You’ll know, once I know.
Elliot walks away. Edward lags behind.
EDWARD
Make it happen. You find some dark
skin mother fuckers walking around
you let me know. We need to make
things right.
LEO SMILEY
I’ll let you know the second I find
something out.
EDWARD
Thanks, Leo.
Edward shakes Leo’s hand with an extra grip of appreciation.
EXT. THE PIT - NIGHT
Tail lights from the black van reverse in. Victor and a
couple of grimy soldiers step out. Jimmy runs out from the
back entrance, hands waving high in the air.
56.
JIMMY
Whoa, whoa, wait. Victor, what the
hell is this?
VICTOR
It’s a drop.
JIMMY
We said every two weeks. This is
the second time this week. What the
fuck. We talked about this over the
phone.
VICTOR
Ricky said he wanted it delivered.
JIMMY
Are you trying to get me killed?
No. I can’t take it right now. You
need to get the fuck out of here.
Now.
VICTOR
Are you sure about that? You want
me to leave?
JIMMY
Fuck. I still have half the other
shit you gave me. What do you
expect me to do here? Victor, look,
I need a couple more days, OK? I’ll
let you and Ricky know when I’m
ready. Just not now... please.
Victor nods to his soldiers to halt, they load up and leave.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
Victor... OK?
INT. GRAVANE’S HOME - DAY
The blinds are partially closed, and so the room is dark,

with patterned shadows. Ties loosened and jackets off,
cigarette smoke hangs in the room. Tired eyes. Weary
expressions. Elliot sits with Gravane at a small table, and
Edward stands peeking out of the window. We can HEAR music,
laughter, and voices of many people outside.
They made Bobby wait on the back patio.
GRAVANE
Look... it’s our fucking job to
keep the balance.
57.
ELLIOT
But it could set off a chain of
events that we might not be able to
contain.
EDWARD
Yeah, but this could be the only
opportunity to make things right
for Bobby.
ELLIOT
This means we’d have to reach out
to the Irish. That’s a fragile
relationship with a lot of history.
But, would be a good ally to have.
GRAVANE
We’re going to handle what’s in
front of us. I need to know... you
are both good with this?
ELLIOT
I think I have to be.
Elliot and Edward both nod with their approval.
GRAVANE
Bring him in.
Edwards opens the door, as David Smalls enters. He takes a

seat.
GRAVANE (CONT’D)
David, thanks for coming.
DAVID SMALLS
Yeah, sure, of course.
GRAVANE
I take it, Edward already filled
you in?
DAVID SMALLS
Yeah.
GRAVANE
You know what we’re asking you to
do?
DAVID SMALLS
Yeah. I can do this.
Gravane leans forward; we know we have his full attention.

58.
GRAVANE
This won’t be forgotten David.
EXT. MARRIOT HOTEL, BROOKLYN - DAY
The city slickers, busy streets, and music in the lobby

speakers, make downtown feel alive.
ANGELO CASSO, a thin and tall man with greased back hair,
huddles around a grimy group of thugs. They block the
entrance and upset the patrons.
A young VALET BOY swaps keys with ANGELO’S WISEGUY. The

Wiseguy starts the ignition. He slowly merges into the
street.
An UNIDENTIFIED CAR with tinted windows rolls up right next

to him. Angelo's Wiseguy peaks over. The passenger’s window
rolls down to the unidentified car. A shotgun inches out.
COCKS BACK -- BANG! Blood sprays everywhere.
Angelo Casso comes running from the hotel, guns drawn.
Across the street: David Smalls watches the execution

transpire from the side mirror of his car. He calmly drives
away.
EXT. CAR - (MOVING)
David Smalls is driving back across the Brooklyn Bridge with

a cell phone pressed against his ear.
DAVID SMALLS
It's done.
He closes his phone.
EXT. THE PIT - DAY
The morning is calm. Addicts coming down from their high,

waking from the infested apartment complex; preparing to do
it all over again.
Jimmy lights a half-smoked cigarette on a bench, observing

his domain of druggies.
Ricky and Victor appear abruptly from the morning fog. They
walk with a sense of urgency. Ricky sits nice and snug by
Jimmy on the bench.
59.
JIMMY
Ricky. What are you doing? People
can see you out here.
RICKY
Victor told me about the
conversation you had the other
night.
JIMMY
You guys have to get the fuck out
of here. Seriously.
RICKY
You don’t understand. When our
product needs to be moved, you move
it. Don’t send it back.
JIMMY
You need to fucking leave.
Victor slides a military knife out from his jacket.
RICKY
What are you doing? Victor...
Victor shoves the knife into Jimmy’s knee cap.
JIMMY
(screams)
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
Victor presses Jimmy against the bench and covers his mouth.
VICTOR
You think these fiends will miss
you, or miss the product that we
provide? You’re disposable. I want
you to know that. You fucking hear
me?
JIMMY
(in agony)
I’m sorry. I’m fuckin’ sorry. I’ll
move it ok, I’ll do what ever you
want.
Victor yanks the knife out.
RICKY
Are you crazy? What the hell are
you doing? Let’s go, we need to get
out of here. You just fucked us.
60.
Ricky and Victor leave Jimmy bleeding on the bench.
EXT. THE PIT - LATER
The low-income neighborhood has gathered for the

entertainment. EMTs load Jimmy into the back of an ambulance.
His leg bleeding.
Bobby’s Buick Regal strolls into the parking lot and parks.
He walks over as the crowd parts. Bobby comes forward.
BOBBY
What did you do?
JIMMY
I didn’t mean to Bobby. They
threatened my family. Fuck. They’re
going to fucking kill me. Bobby,
I’m sorry. Help me, please.
BOBBY
(regrettably)
I can’t help you... you’re already
dead.
Bobby walks back to the Buick.
INT. MANCINI SANDWICH SHOP/BACK ROOM - DAY
Bobby counts money behind the cash register.
In between the sliced bread, packages of cocaine are stuffed

inside. David Smalls pushes a rack of bread through and out
to the alley, loading it into Leo Smiley’s truck.
Elliot walks through the front entrance.
BOBBY
Dad. What are you doing here?
ELLIOT
Nothing, just wanted to stop by and
see how you were doing.
BOBBY
Yeah, “Smalls” is out back getting
things squared away with Leo’s guy.
ELLIOT
I’m not talking about David, I’m
talking about you.
61.
BOBBY
Yeah, I’m fine.
ELLIOT
I just know it’s been a rough road
these last few months.
BOBBY
It’s been hard on all of us. So...
ELLIOT
Yeah, I guess.
Elliot looks at Bobby with consoling eyes: he wishes he could

inherit Bobby’s pain and make things “normal” again.
ELLIOT (CONT’D)
You know Bobby... I didn’t think
you could do it... or maybe I just
didn’t want to believe it...
BOBBY
Do what?
ELLIOT
To be me. To be a part of this
life, and make it work. I know
Richard appreciates you. There’s a
lot of people that think you kept
us afloat these last couple months.
BOBBY
I just want to do my part.
Elliot grabs the back of Bobby’s head, vulnerable to the

core.
ELLIOT
I know. That’s what I think I love
about you the most.
BOBBY
I love you too.
Elliot kisses Bobby on top of the head and looks him dead in
the eyes.
ELLIOT
So... are you going to be good with
what has to happen today?
Bobby nods with a resigned expression.

62.
EXT. NEW JERSEY HOSPITAL - DAY
The emergency doors slide open. Medical staff and patients

funnel inside. We see Jimmy hobble out, leg wrapped in thick
bandages. He waves down a taxi.
INT. JIMMY AND BRIAN’S APARTMENT - DAY
Jimmy and Brian franticly lug suitcases back and forth from
the apartment and toss them into a beat up Cadillac.
JIMMY
Hurry, man, let's go.
EXT. RIVER FRONT - DAY
We see an abandoned bridge and boat ramp, in the middle of

nowhere.
The beat up Cadillac eases to a halt. Jimmy and Brian pull

over. Brian shuts off the ignition. Jimmy looks back; sweat
drips from his forehead. A squad car trails closely behind
with lights flashing.
JIMMY
Shit, Shit. Were you speeding? I
told you to slow down... shit.
Officer Sullivan steps out and approaches the vehicle.
OFFICER SULLIVAN
You seem to be in a hurry.
BRIAN
Ah, we're just late for something.
OFFICER SULLIVAN
I can see that.
A Lincoln pulls up.
JIMMY
(he turns to look)
Who’s that. No. Shit. Officer,
please.
Elliot and Edward walk over; stern-faced and jaws clinched,

like a pack of wolves that have found their prey.
Edward pays Officer Sullivan.

63.
ELLIOT
We got it from here, Sullivan.
Thanks for the help.
SULLIVAN
What’s going to happen to them?
EDWARD
What do you think? Now get out of
here.
Officer Sullivan drives away.
ELLIOT
Get out of the car.
Brian and Jimmy are terrified.
JIMMY
Just take whatever’s in the trunk.
EDWARD
Shut up, and get out.
ELLIOT
(to Jimmy)
You come with me.
JIMMY
Me?
ELLIOT
Come on, get out.
Jimmy steps out. Elliot walks him down the boat ramp.
Edward grabs Brian, leading him up a dirt pathway, to the

rusty bridge above.
BRIAN
I didn't do anything. I don't know
shit.
EDWARD
Yeah, we’ll see. Now get out of the
fucking car.
- THE BRIDGE ABOVE -
Brian leans over the edge. We see Elliot luring Jimmy down
the boat ramp, overwhelmed with fear.
Edward cocks his gun.

64.
EDWARD
Open. Your mouth.
BRIAN
No; come on, man. Look, I didn't, I
didn’t do anything.
EDWARD
Just open your fucking mouth.
BRIAN
But I didn’t do anything?
EDWARD
Open.
Brian slowly opens his mouth. Edward places his gun on the
brink of Brian’s mouth. He begins to whimper.
EDWARD (CONT’D)
Tell me about the Cubans.
BRIAN
It was Jimmy's idea I swear, I
swear to God.
EDWARD
Jesus... you ratted already. That
didn’t fucking take long. You’re
not a very good friend. Now, tell
me.
BRIAN
Ok, shit... Jimmy, a few months ago
he met with some guy.
FLASHBACK TO:
A familiar Teenage Fighter points to a wooden crate in the

middle of the street. Bobby opens the metal door and steps
out into the fresh snow.
BRIAN (V.O.)
... I think his name was Chris.
EDWARD (V.O.)
Christopher Relano?
BRIAN (V.O.)
Yeah, that’s the guy.
65.
EXT/INT. CAR, NEW JERSEY - NIGHT
The streets filled with cars bumper-to-bumper. Houses are

pitch black with a glow from the street lights, enough light
to see men sitting in a Caddy. Ricky sits in the driver’s
seat and Victor in the passenger. Christopher Relano and
Jimmy sit in the back seat.
Jimmy shakes hands with Ricky Moralez before exiting the car.
BRIAN (O.S.)
Christopher took Jimmy with him to
meet with these guys one night. I
remember it was late. Chris got in
too deep with these guys. He wanted
Jimmy to fill the void, so he
introduced him to some heavy
hitters from Miami.
EDWARD (O.S.)
These are the guys that stabbed
Jimmy?
BRIAN (O.S.)
Yeah. Call themselves the Mo-
Moralez family. Jimmy, I guess,
agreed to be their middle man.
Jimmy’s been running their product
through the fucking Pit. He splits
half your product and half their
shit. But, he wasn’t moving it fast
enough. That’s why they stabbed
him.
EXT. RIVER FRONT - BRIDGE - BACK TO PRESENT
Edward lowers his gun from Brian’s mouth, as he exhales in

relief.
BRIAN
I’m sorry, Edward.
EDWARD
Do you know where they stay?
BRIAN
I don’t know. We always met at The
Pit or somewhere else.
EDWARD
Ok, ok, relax. That’s enough for
today.
66.
Brian collects his pathetic-self.
- DOWN AT THE BOAT RAMP -
Elliot stops walking. Jimmy continues down the boat ramp,

pace-by-pace, unsure when to stop.
ELLIOT
Jimmy, what were you thinking?
JIMMY
Being at The Pit isn’t much of a
retirement plan. Guys down there
suffer trying to make ends meet. I
needed the money.
ELLIOT
It’s what you signed up for.
JIMMY
I just wanted to know what it felt
like to get ahead for once.
A dark shadow appears out of nowhere. Brian’s body falls from

up above. Jimmy takes a giant step back with a horrified look
on his face. The body SLAMS into the pavement.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
Holy shit! Oh you got to be
fucking kidding me. Elliot, please,
please, I'll do whatever you want;
don't kill me, please.
Edward stares down from the bridge.
Elliot slowly pulls out his gun.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
Oh shit. Don’t do it.
BANG-BANG!
Elliot places two bullets in Jimmy's knee caps, dropping him

face-first and parallel with Brian’s body.
JIMMY (CONT’D)
Please, God, no…
ELLIOT
God can't help you, son.
BANG!
67.
Elliot shoots Jimmy in the back of the head. Blood runs down
the boat ramp.
EXT. GRAVANE’S RESTAURANT - DAYS LATER
Gravane, Elliot, Edward, David Smalls, and Bobby all sit

around a table out front, heads bent down, unwavered
concentration, as they strategize over a map (of roads,
bridges, etc.).
A car BRAKES and SLAMS into the curb. The door flies open.
Dorsey holds a Smith and Wesson 35 by his side, shirt un-
tucked, drunk and stumbling.
DORSEY
They were fucking kids. Jimmy lined
your pockets every week... and you
fucking killed em’. What the fuck?
Dorsey points his 35.
GRAVANE
Dorsey. What are you talking about.
We didn’t kill anyone. Now, put the
fucking gun away.
DORSEY
Why so you can put two in my back
when I walk away?
EDWARD
Yeah, if we have to.
Dorsey swiftly points the 35 at Edward.
DORSEY
I have no problem putting a bullet
in you.
EDWARD
Go ahead tough guy.
Dorsey turns, 35 pointed at David Smalls and Bobby.
DORSEY
Maybe I should put one in your junk
yard dog and beloved boy instead.
ELLIOT
Dorsey, what’s the plan here?
68.
Dorsey glances at Elliot with envy. He SMACKS Elliot in the

face with the handle of his 35. They react. Dorsey wildly
waves the gun back and forth.
DORSEY
Back the fuck up.
GRAVANE
Ok, you’ve proven your point.
DORSEY
So who pulled the trigger, you
fucking cowards?
EDWARD
Does it really matter?
DORSEY
Yes, it fucking matters.
GRAVANE
The boys are dead because they
couldn’t be trusted. They got in
bed with the enemy under your watch
and paid the fucking price. So what
does that make you?
DORSEY
I don’t know what I am to you
anymore, Richard.
GRAVANE
Right now, just another person with
a gun.
DORSEY
That’s what I mean. You just expect
us to earn, and get paid like
fucking peasants...
GRAVANE
Then don’t play the game if you
don’t like the fucking rules.
EDWARD
This piece of shit was probably in
on it.
DORSEY
What the fuck are you talking
about, in on what?
69.
GRAVANE
It no longer concerns you. To me...
you’re a dead man walking. So,
here’s your chance... walk away.
Dorsey raises his 35 at Gravane; trigger hand shakes. We see

the contemplation on Dorsey’s face.
ELLIOT
(sincere voice)
Dorsey... just put the gun down and
walk away.
Dorsey bats his eyes, snapped back into reality realizing

what he has done. He slowly moves back to his car.
Bobby moves forward with his eyes locked on Dorsey.
BOBBY
Keep that 35 close bitch.
DORSEY
Always tough around the grown men,
aren’t you - little boy.
Dorsey jumps into his car and drives away.
EXT. CEMETERY - WEEKS LATER
Bobby stands over Sarah’s grave, bleak and watery-eyed,

surrounded by hundreds of aged tombstones. The memories race
through his head.
BOBBY
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Tears run down Bobby’s face.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
(whispers slowly)
I know I made you a promise. That I
would get out of the life. But,
today I can’t keep that promise.
I’m sorry. There are some things I
need to do first... I just hope
you’ll be able to still see the
good in me...
Bobby reaches into his coat pocket. He squats down and rests
his wedding ring on top of Sarah’s tombstone. He leans
forward and kisses the ring.
70.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
I miss you.
He walks away with a purpose: a man on a mission.
EXT. THE SANDWICH SHOP - DAY
Bobby walks in.
Kate Mancini is playing host. A table covered in food. Family

members and kids running around. It’s some kind of reunion.
The small television in the corner grabs Bobby’s attention:
A NEWS REPORTER stands in front of the boat ramp, taped off

with crime scene tape. Police scan for clues. CSIs roll away
two body bags.
NEWS REPORTER
Local authorities worked swiftly in
a double homicide near the river
banks of New Jersey. Police have
identified the two deceased as
Brian Connelly and Jimmy Romano.
New Jersey Mob figures were once
again questioned by police on their
whereabouts that day, but leads on
the case have not yet surfaced...
Kate walks over to Bobby.
KATE
You ok?
BOBBY
I’m fine, Ma.
KATE
I just love you, Bobby.
BOBBY
I know. I love you too.
The back door OPENS. David Smalls pokes his head around.
DAVID SMALLS
They’re ready for you.
BOBBY
I’ll be there in a minute.
Bobby turns back to Kate.

71.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
I gotta go.
Kate kisses him goodbye.
EXT. THE SANDWICH SHOP - ALLEYWAY - DAY
Gravane, Elliot, and Edward are meeting with a TRUCK DRIVER

from the NJ Department of Transportation. Edward exchanges a
peach envelope with the DOT Driver.
Leo Smiley emerges from the huddle of business-like men,

shaking hands with Gravane. Leo moves forward to see Bobby
standing in the doorway back at the sandwich shop. Leo walks
over.
LEO SMILEY
How’s it going Bobby?
BOBBY
Hey, Leo.
LEO SMILEY
Hey.
BOBBY
Yeah?
LEO SMILEY
Make sure it wasn’t all for
nothing.
Bobby nods with firm understanding.
Leo Smiley and Gravane shake hands.

Good luck.
GRAVANE
Thanks for everything.
Leo departs.
Gravane and the men huddle together.
GRAVANE (CONT’D)
Bobby, come on.
EDWARD
Yeah, come on Bob.
Bobby comes over.

72.
Elliot seems conflicted.
GRAVANE
Ok, people around here are watching
how we handle this. So, let’s go
handle it. Remind everyone why
Jersey’s off limits. David, walk us
through the details.
All the men hone in.
DAVID SMALLS
So, I’ve planned this to a “T”, so
no mistakes.
CUT TO:
EXT. DINER - DAY
Victor and Ricky exit the diner. They occupy the street
corner like they own it.
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.)

Cliff says they eat there two times
a week, and never miss Friday
mornings. Nine o'clock, that's when
we make our move.
We see David Smalls lean against a wall.
A BODYGUARD pulls the Cuban’s car to the curb. Victor and

Ricky get in. Seconds later, David Smalls quickly slips into
the back seat, pointing two guns at the temples of Victor and
Ricky.
DAVID SMALLS (CONT’D)

(to the Bodyguard)
Drive. … I said fucking drive!
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.) (CONT’D)

I will guide them to the Lincoln
Tunnel; and remember, timing is
crucial.
EXT. CUBANS’ CAR - DAY (MOVING)
The guns still pointed at Victor and Ricky; The Cuban

Bodyguard listens to direction.
DAVID SMALLS
Take a left here.
73.
VICTOR
(subtitled: Spanish)
White boy, you're dead, fucking
dead.
DAVID SMALLS
(pushing the gun into
Victor's temple)
What was that?
RICKY
Do you know who I am?
DAVID SMALLS
I'm the one with the gun, so it
doesn’t really matter who the fuck
you are, does it?
David Smalls checks the time on the car dash: 9:45am.
INT. BUICK REGAL - DAY
Bobby and Edward patiently wait for David Smalls and the
three Cubans to drive by. Watch: 9:45am. The car passes.
Bobby follows.
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.)

Make sure you're ready. Once we
pass, our buddies down at the
Department of Transportation will
be ready.
EXT. LINCOLN TUNNEL, WEST SIDE - DAY
Gravane and Elliot, in a black Mercedes, watch traffic pour

into the tunnel from an adjacent street corner. The NJ
Department of Transportation blockade traffic on the opposite
side of the tunnel.
EXT. LINCOLN TUNNEL, EAST SIDE - DAY
Traffic that normally enters the tunnel is stopped. The DOT

workers wave through the Cubans’ car. Bobby and Edward trail.
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.)

Once they give the signal, we’ll
drive right into the tunnel. From
there, we'll have two and half
minutes.
74.
David Smalls pushes a button on his watch, the time starts:

1…2…3…4...
INT. TUNNEL SECURITY CENTRAL - DAY
The paid-off CAMERA SECURITY GUARD looks upon numerous

security monitors; suddenly the monitors turn black.
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.)

The cameras will be off.
EXT. LINCOLN TUNNEL - DAY
Gravane's black Mercedes approaches from the opposite

direction driving straight for the Cubans’ car.
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.)

Once we meet in the middle, get
ready, this can't go sideways...
All the cars come to a halt.
INT. GRAVANE'S MERCEDES - DAY
Gravane and Elliot simultaneously pull their black leather

gloves tight and cock back their handguns under the dash.
GRAVANE
Ready for this?
ELLIOT
Yeah. I’m just never prepared to
face God after this kind of shit.
GRAVANE
I don’t think it’s God we’re going
to be meeting. Let’s go.
They both exit the Mercedes and walk toward the three
hostages. Bobby and Edward approach on the backside.
David Smalls slowly removes himself from the Cubans’ car,

guns still drawn.
DAVID SMALLS
Turn off the ignition.
Gravane's hit men look down on the Cubans still in the car,
like a small army that holds the high ground. Edward taps his
gun on the passenger window. Ricky slowly rolls it down.
75.
RICKY
What is this?
GRAVANE
What's your name, son?
RICKY
Does it really matter?
GRAVANE
I guess not.
VICTOR
(subtitled: Spanish, to
Ricky)
Moralez! That’s our fuckin’ name.
Tell them Ricky... tell them who
you are.
DAVID SMALLS
(reaches through the car
window, slamming his gun
into Victor's face)
Settle down, hombre.
GRAVANE
You’re Philipe Moralez’s boy?
VICTOR
That’s Ricky Moralez.
GRAVANE
Your father sent you here?
RICKY
Yeah, he did.
GRAVANE
A son’s going to suffer for his
father’s sins. What a waste of a
son.
Ricky spits at Gravane.
GRAVANE (CONT’D)
(a proud fatherly
expression)
Good for you. Not to waver.
David Smalls looks at his watch: 1:51 has passed. He nods to

Gravane to hurry. Gravane pulls out a gun, cocked it back,
and extends it to Bobby.
76.
Elliot tries to stomach the unbearable image of his son

holding a gun.
GRAVANE (CONT’D)
It’s time, Bobby.
Edward and David Smalls force the Cubans to stand upright

against the car. Gravane and his men raise their guns. Bobby
hesitates but musters enough courage to align the gun. The
men stand fast...
RICKY
My dad’s not going to forget this.
GRAVANE
I think that’s the point son.
The men grip their guns... BANG, BANG, BANG... they unleash
every bullet possible, tearing into the helpless Cubans’
bodies.
Once the smoke clears, Bobby is standing with a full clip. He

hands the gun back to Gravane and begins to shamefully walk
away. Elliot is incredibly relieved.
Ricky and the Cuban Bodyguard lie dead. Victor, with bullets
lodged in his chest, is spitting up blood. He gathers enough
strength, using the car as a crutch.
VICTOR
What’s wrong boy... you scared?
Bobby turns around.
VICTOR (CONT’D)
She was scared too.
Elliot looks over at Edward.
ELLIOT
Shut him up.
Bobby begins to walk back toward Victor.
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.)

Richard, we need to leave.
VICTOR
She fought me the entire time.
Bobby grabs the 35 back from Gravane’s hand. Bobby quickly

moves forward.
77.
ELLIOT (O.S.)
Bobby, no, don’t...
VICTOR
And she squealed like a fucking
pig...
Bobby presses the 35 against Victor’s head.
ELLIOT
Bobby don’t...
VICTOR
She even screamed your name....
Bobby screams in madness with veins running through his face,

eyes fill with tears -- BANG! Victor’s body slams to the
ground, brain fragments scattered.
Elliot shuts his eyes and bows his head with an unbearable
dejection.
DAVID SMALLS
We need to go. Let’s go!
Edward pours lighter fluid over the car. He stuffs a damp rag
into the fuel tank, then lights the rag... BANG! The car goes
up in flames.
INT. TUNNEL SECURITY CENTRAL - DAY
Time is up: The monitors turn back on, returning to their

original state. We see the Cubans’ car displayed in flames.
CAMERA SECURITY GUARD

(To himself)
Holy shit.
INT. MORGUE - NIGHT
Black body bags lined in rows. Ricky Moralez’s torched face

is revealed. It’s gruesome. The Coroner zips up the bag.
Victor’s corpse is pushed to the wall.
Agents Harrison and Ramey cover their noses.
RAMEY
Jesus. It reeks.
Agent Harrison opens his cell phone and dials.

78.
EXT. FBI HACKMAN'S HOME/BACK YARD DECK - NIGHT
FBI Director Hackmen unfolds a newspaper. He breathes in the

fresh morning air. He admires the newly cut grass and
swimming pool that his deck looks out upon.
His cell phone RINGS. He answers.
FBI HACKMAN
When the fuck did that happen?
Fuck. Goddamnit.
INT. CSI DIVISION - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Chief McDonald sits on a bench... the wait is excruciating.

He impatiently taps his foot against the cold tile floor. His
hopeful and optimistic eyes stare at the wall.
INT. CSI’S OFFICE - NIGHT
A YOUNG CSI processes fingers prints. He looks up at his

computer, scanning, searching for a positive ID. The computer
screen displays a match for: Richard Gravane, Elliot Mancini,
and Edward Mancini, including: mug shots and criminal
history.
INT. CSI DIVISION - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Chief McDonald paces back and forth. It’s been hours. The
doors OPEN. Chief McDonald becomes giddy with anticipated
hope. The Young CSI walks out.
YOUNG CSI
Nothing.
CHIEF MCDONALD
What do you mean nothing?
YOUNG CSI
Not a single match.
CHIEF MCDONALD
We collected several prints from
the tunnel. Not one was a match?
YOUNG CSI
No. Sorry, sir.
CHIEF MCDONALD
Ok... thanks.
79.
Chief McDonald takes a deep breath. Suddenly he becomes

irate, kicking, and pulling the bench apart like a mad man.
EXT. MORALEZ FAMILY FUNERAL, MIAMI, FL - WEEKS LATER
Armed security from the prison escorts Philipe Moralez and

his grieving WIFE through the doors and down the stoney
steps. Family members guide the caskets through the Catholic
church.
Rage and sorrow in Philipe’s eyes.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Someone makes a move... you make a
move. It's like a game of chess. I
mean everyone knew what happened. A
couple Cubans stopped by for
awhile, tried to make a quick buck
and then disappear from the
neighborhood. But that's the whole
point, though: It was our fuckin’
neighborhood.
EXT. GOLF DRIVING RANGE - DAY
The greens are watered down in the distance. Gravane swings a

nine-iron on the shooting range. Two bodyguards watch over
him.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Your Italian names got to mean
something. You want people to stop
what they’re doing when they hear
your name. Gravane... Mancini...
From the clubhouse an UNIDENTIFIED MAN begins to walk down

the pathway, tactfully. He reaches into his coat pocket, and
attaches a 45 silencer.
BOBBY (V.O.)
But then, somehow, everything got
screwed up. Was it the cops and
FBI? Or some kid trying to make a
name for himself? It could have
been the fact for the last thirty
years the New Jersey Mafia has been
considered one of the most
organized mobs in the world. Some
used to call us untouchable.
BANG BANG!
80.
The slow-reacting bodyguards get taken out.
Gravane quickly turns... BANG.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Never-the-less, the war for
supremacy was sanctioned by both
sides... and it got bloody quick.
EXT. MANCINI'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - NIGHT
Elliot locks the car door, holds groceries, fumbles the keys
to the ground, bends down, comes back up, to see Kate waving
from the window inside. Elliot smiles and waves back...
we HEAR FOOT STEPS approach... each step louder and comes

closer. A posse of Trained Hitmen abruptly grab Elliot and
slam him to the ground.
We see Kate drop to her knees in the window.
KATE
(screaming in anguish)
Elliot, no... please... no.
The Trained Hitmen shank Elliot repeatedly. Elliot slowly

bleeds out.
A car swoops up the Hitmen as it PEELS AWAY.
EXT. CEMETARY - DAY
News Reporters surround the perimeter gates. Cops on

horseback keep the calm. Limousines disperse mourners:
family, friends, celebrities, politicians. Inside the gates,
two beautiful black caskets rest on a grassy hill.
NEWS REPORTER (O.S.)

This is a sad day for some, as we
stand outside the Lakeview
Cemetary, burial site of Richard
Gravane and Elliot Mancini, who
were suspiciously found murdered
this Wednesday. Does this give us
reason to believe there is a
greater power, or has Richard
Gravane's group of thugs finally
been put to rest?
All seated together, Kate Mancini, Bobby, Edward, and David

Smalls, and other family members. They become numb from the
countless number of condolences.
81.
Bobby looks across the caskets to see hundreds of people. He

finds Dorsey with a new group of renowned guys. Dorsey stands
and walks over.
DORSEY
Kate, I am so sorry for your loss.
KATE
Thank you, Dorsey.
Dorsey makes his way over to Bobby and Edward.
DORSEY
We’ll find out who did this, I
promise.
Dorsey holds his hand out for Bobby to shake. Bobby glares up
at Dorsey with vengeance in his eyes. Bobby feels nothing
now.
EDWARD
The guilty ones always say they’re
sorry first. Now, leave before I
burry your ass too.
Bobby taps Edward on the leg: this is not the time or place.
EDWARD (CONT’D)
Get the fuck out of here.
Dorsey moves along.
INT. AGENT’S CAR - MONTHS LATER
Abandoned buildings surround Agents Harrison and Ramey

waiting in a secluded parking lot. Ramey holds onto a black
sports bag in his lap.
RAMEY
This is really what you think we
should be doing?
HARRISON
This is what Director Hackmen
wants.
RAMEY
We’re just supposed to look the
other way? I don’t know, man.
82.
HARRISON
Look, I don’t like it either. I
just know I want to get back to my
family, and my kids. I haven’t seen
them in over a year. And if that
means the FBI wants a bad guy to go
where bad guys go by cutting a
couple corners, then so be it. If
doing a little bad does a little
good... then I’m willing to do it
to get back home. Plus the good
guys need a win right now.
A squad car approaches. Harrison rolls down his window. It’s

Officer Sullivan. He extends his hand. Harrison exchanges the
black sports bag.
HARRISON (CONT’D)
You know what to do with this?
OFFICER SULLIVAN
Yeah, I know what to do. Tell the
man behind the curtain he can send
me my money.
Officer Sullivan drives away.
EXT. EDWARD’S APARTMENT - DAY
Officer Sullivan suspiciously shuts the front door. The

second floor balcony is clear. He maneuvers down the
stairwell, blending in amongst the pedestrians in the
complex.
INT. THE SANDWICH SHOP - DAY
The crew is depleted, fragile, and short handed. Bobby, David

Smalls, and Edward sit around playing cards. Bobby stands in
the doorway as he watches Agents Harrison and Ramey drive by
with a slight smidge of empathy, but still look like feds.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Nothing’s really changed. The feds
thought the killing would stop when
my father and Gravane were taken
out. Once a week we'd hear
rumblings about someone getting
shot over on the Southside battling
over territory. If Gravane was
still around that shit would never
happen.
(MORE)
83.
BOBBY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
I think the cops actually
appreciated what Gravane did:
Organized crime... and it was
exactly that: organized.
EXT. MANCINI'S HOME - BACK YARD - DAY
Kate Mancini is planting flowers in the garden. Edward comes

from the back door; the visits are routine. They hug each
other.
BOBBY (V.O.)
When my Pops died, we all handled
it differently. Every Monday and
Thursday my uncle would go visit my
Mom for support... me... I kept
everything bottled up and tried
following my Uncle’s lead.
INT. PARKING LOT, QUEENS - DAY
Edward is parked side by side with Leo Smiley. Edward hands

Leo an envelope of cash.
EXT. CAFÉ AND RESTAURANT, BROOKLYN - DAY
The café is extremely busy. Waiters and bus boys go back and
forth. Angelo Casso is enjoying brunch underneath an awning
on the patio, with his wife and children.
We recognize - Leo Smiley's - thugs. They march directly over

to Angelo Casso and his family.
BOBBY (V.O.)
In the meantime, my Uncle convinced
Leo Smiley that Angelo Casso had
been plotting to kill Gravane and
my father. Leo just needed a reason
to kill Angelo. It didn’t take much
convincing.
BANG, BANG.
Angelo falls back. Customers panic and run for their lives.
Angelo lies dead twisted in a bloody table cloth.
INT. BUICK REGAL CAR - DAY
Rain is pouring down. Bobby and David Smalls are on the look
out.
84.
It’s difficult to see, but we recognize the Ring Side Gym

across the street. Leo Smiley’s Guys drive up in a silver
Chevy, reaching underneath the truck, to find a set of hidden
keys. He unlocks the trunk and finds a package. Bobby is
happy with the drop.
BOBBY (V.O.)
We were then able to get Leo to
distribute his product on both
sides of the river, giving us the
opportunity to push weight and make
money in Jersey again.
INT. CLUB - NIGHT
Dorsey is seated in a VIP booth with a crew. Dorsey seems

disgruntled and worried.
BOBBY (V.O.)
And Dorsey... that piece of shit,
was so worried about Leo whacking
him, it gave us time to maneuver
and get back on our feet.
FBI Director Hackman holds a phone in his hands. He

contemplates and stares at the phone, unsure what to do next.
He begins to dial, before it’s too late, and presses the
phone to his ear.
FBI HACKMAN
Ok. Do it.
INT. EDWARD’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Edward is stretched out along his couch, drinking a beer,

watching a Yankees baseball game. SQUEAK! Noises from the
balcony. Edward reaches behind the couch and grabs a sawed-
off shotgun.
The front door flies OPEN and Policemen rush in.
POLICEMEN VOICES (O.S.)

Police; don't move! Get your hands
in the air... don’t move.
Edward drops the shotgun.
K9 dogs search the rooms. Policemen rip through everything in

sight. Edward stands in the hallway in handcuffs.
85.
EDWARD
If you tell me what you're looking
for, I could make this go a lot
faster.
- BEDROOM -
Harrison and Ramey tear off the bed mat. In between the bed
frame, the recognizable BLACK SPORTS BAG is stuffed between
the mattress.
HARRISON
Found it. Mike, get him out of
here.
Agent Harrison opens the black sports bag. Several ounces of

cocaine fill the bag.
EDWARD
I’ve never seen that in my life.
What is this? Are you mother
fuckers setting me up? Is that it?
Officer Sullivan stands off in the corner with disloyal

guilt.
EDWARD (CONT’D)
You’re dead, fuckin dead. Every
single one of you. Dead.
Policemen drag Edward away.
POLICEMEN (O.S.)
You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say can and
will be used against you in a court
of law…
INT. PRISON BUS - DAY (MOVING)
Edward, chained and shackled, mixed in with rapists and

murderers. The prison appears from a distance, grabbing
Edward’s attention. The bus stops at the gates.
TOWER GUARD (O.S.)

Open them up!
Gates unlock; the bus continues, consumed by the prison

walls.
86.
EXT. SANDWICH SHOP - WEEKS LATER
Bobby and David Smalls stand out in front.
Bobby is broken but focussed on retribution. He takes a

glance down the street. We see detectives on surveillance. He
struts over to the squad car. David Smalls immediately
follows for protection.
The Detectives roll down the car window.
BOBBY
Don’t you guys ever get bored?
DETECTIVE
Hey, it beats doing paper work.
BOBBY
All you do is watch and stare, and
I’m not even that good looking.
David Smalls nods down the street. Bobby looks. Dorsey’s crew
of hoodlums in a blue sports car, stopped in the middle of
the street. Bobby turns back to the Detectives.
DETECTIVE
I guess we’re hoping you guys slip
up one of these days.
BOBBY
Yeah, you must really believe that.
Bobby holds his hand out.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
I am Bobby Mancini... now you know
who you’re looking at.
DETECTIVE
(he shakes Bobby’s hand)
Yeah, I know who you are. I’m Jason
O’Leary.
BOBBY
Jason O’Leary. That’s Irish, right?
DETECTIVE
Yeah.
BOBBY
You know this is an Italian
neighborhood?
87.
DETECTIVE
Sure.
BOBBY
Good. Because I wouldn’t want
something to happen to you, just
because you’re Irish.
DETECTIVE
Is that a threat?
BOBBY
It’s whatever you want it to be,
Jason O’Leary. Be safe, cuz you
never know who’s looking back at
you.
David Smalls taps Bobby’s shoulder.
DAVID SMALLS
Come on Bobby.
EXT/INT. DORSEY'S CONSTRUCTION SITE - OFFICE - DAY
We hear the CRUSH of GRAVEL ROCK. Bobby’s Buick Regal drives

in. Bobby and David Smalls step out and walk through a group
of hoodlums standing around, just to reach the office doors.
Dorsey, legs kicked up on his desk with a cocky smirk.
Bobby and David Smalls storm in.
BOBBY
Do you think I'm intimidated? You
think your boys intimidate me?
Drive around my block, and what,
I’m supposed to be afraid now?
DORSEY
Not at all, I'm just checking up on
you.
BOBBY
Then why do I hear my guys are
getting taxed in their
neighborhoods?
DORSEY
These are hard times, Bobby. And as
you know the Gravane name doesn’t
hold as much weight as it used to.
88.
BOBBY
That’s not the agreement. That is
not what we established with Leo.
My territories don’t get touched.
DORSEY
You mean some half-hearted hand
shake with Leo. Fuck Leo Smiley.
BOBBY
Dorsey, do you think I’m funny?
DORSEY
What?
BOBBY
Seriously. Do I fucking amuse you?
Because you don’t take me serious
enough. No pat down, and we just
walk straight in. Zero precaution.
Nothing.
Bobby raises a Beretta aiming at Dorsey.
BOBBY (CONT’D)
Remember... you’re as easy to get
to as the rest of us.
DORSEY
Whoa - whoa, settle down, John
Wayne. Your uncle and father aren’t
around to protect you anymore,
remember.
BOBBY
I’m not hiding behind anyone. I’m
standing right in front of you.
David Smalls points his gun at Dorsey’s uneasy and stern-

faced hoodlums.
DAVID SMALLS
Sit the fuck down.
BOBBY
These guys aren't going to protect
you. Don't you get it? Their
loyalty is with Gravane. I could
shoot you and they wouldn’t do a
thing.
DORSEY
Go ahead.
89.
BOBBY
If things were only that easy,
trust me. But, I honor my
agreements.
DORSEY
Heroic speech. Really. I’m fucking
touched.
BOBBY
Yeah... Angelo Casso used to walk
around with the same arrogant smirk
too. Might want to remember that.
Bobby and David Smalls lower their guns and walk away.
A desk lamp shines enough to see case files scattered over

the desk. FBI Director Hackmen intensely works, after hours,
at his computer, glancing back and forth from file to screen;
fabricating a report using pictures of Dorsey and Chief
McDonald. He alters records and reports, deletes the lead
detective listed on the case, etc. He creates the ultimate
conspiracy.
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - FAX ROOM - NIGHT
FBI Director Hackman feeds the fabricated report into a fax

machine. He looks over his shoulder to make sure he is still
alone, to protect his secrecy. He pushes SEND.
EXT. POLICE STATION - PARKING LOT - DAY
Agents Harrison and Ramey pull in and park, blending in with

the other squad cars. Ramey sips his coffee. Harrison locks
his eyes on Chief McDonald bull shitting with a couple
newbies.
Harrison’s phone RINGS.
HARRISON
(on the phone)
This is Harrison... since when...
yeah, I’m looking at him right
now... it's just, I've worked with
him for over a year now and… how
sure are you? No, I'm not
questioning you, I just want to
make sure.
(MORE)
90.
HARRISON (CONT'D)
No sir… yes sir I'm listening… yes
I can do that… I have a secured fax
line; are you ready? 609- 555-
2281… … yes sir I will look it
over. Yes sir I will.
Harrison restarts the ignition.
RAMEY
What is it?
HARRISON
You won’t believe what I just
heard.
EXT. COPY CATS PRINTING SHOP - NIGHT
A yellow neon sign reads: Copy Cats.
Agent Harrison pays the CASHIER. He walks back across the

street with a file in hand. Ramey waits in the car.
INT. RING SIDE GYM - DAY
The place is filled with amateur boxers training. Bobby and

David Smalls talk with two neighborhood earners. Bobby’s mind
is somewhere else.
The owner Phil walks over.
PHIL
Hey, Bobby. Do you need anything?
BOBBY
No... thanks.
PHIL
Hey, I haven’t really had the
chance to tell you, but... I’m
really sorry about your dad.
Gravane. And especially, Sarah.
BOBBY
Yeah, thanks.
PHIL
He was a good man.
Phil turns away...
BOBBY
Hey...
91.
PHIL
Yeah, Bob.
BOBBY
The place looks nice. You’re doing
a good job in here.
Phil, who doesn’t receive many complements, smiles back.
Agents Harrison and Ramey enter. Conversations die down.

Anyone with a warrant leaks out the back doors. The owner,
Phil, hates pigs; it’s bad for business. They flash their
badges and survey the gym. They find Bobby and David Smalls
and walk over.
HARRISON
Bobby, I'm Agent Harrison, this is
Agent Ramey. We were wondering if
we could have a moment of your
time?
RAMEY
You want to hear this.
BOBBY
Is that what you think?
HARRISON
It involves your father.
Bobby’s demeanor changes; nods to David to leave the table.
BOBBY
What about my father?
HARRISON
Can we sit?
BOBBY
Go ahead.
HARRISON
We have information that we would
like to share with you, but we need
something in return.
BOBBY
What do you mean, something in
return?
RAMEY
We want information on Dorsey
Bronco.
92.
BOBBY
I don't associate with Dorsey;
plus, I'm not ah rat.
HARRISON
Yeah... we anticipated you would
say that. How about we lay the
chips on the table and see what you
think after we’re done?
Agent Ramey is hesitant to divulge the sensitive information.
HARRISON (CONT’D)
We have information, confidential
information, that can't leave this
gym. See, I have a problem… I've
spent the last year of my life
trying to bring down the New Jersey
mob, and that includes your father.
The organization that Gravane built
has been impenetrable.
BOBBY
I guess I picked the right team to
be on, huh?
Harrison opens the file.
HARRISON
We know who ordered the hit on your
father.
BOBBY
How would you know that?
RAMEY
We're the FBI, that's how.
HARRISON
Look, Bobby: Are you willing to
help us?
Bobby glances at the pictures in the Copy Cat file. Pictures

of Chief McDonald and Dorsey.
RAMEY
We'll take that as a yes.
BOBBY
Take it however you want.
93.
HARRISON
We have solid information
suggesting that the Chief of
Police, Henry McDonald, worked side
by side with Dorsey Bronco, and we
have classified reports linking
them together.
Agent Harrison slides the report over. Bobby flips through

the pages with moderate interest but not yet convinced.
BOBBY
So what are you saying? Dorsey and
the Chief killed my father?
RAMEY
We can't link the murders directly
to Dorsey… But they were
intertwined.
HARRISON
It's possible Dorsey ordered the
hits. It's possible.
BOBBY
And you want me to give you
something on Dorsey, in exchange
for what?
HARRISON
Peace of mind, and possibly an
earlier release for your uncle.
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. STREET - DAY
David Smalls waits in his car, smoking a cigarette. Bobby’s

Buick pulls in parallel. David Smalls reaches across and
hands Bobby a stack of clothing (a police uniform) neatly
folded, with a police hat placed on top.
HARRISON (O.S.)
Think about it, McDonald has
exhausted every resource he’s ever
had. He’d stop at nothing to bring
down Gravane and your father.
94.
INT. BOBBY’S PLACE - BEDROOM - DAY
The police uniform is spread out on the bed. Bobby buttons up

the blue collared dress shirt. He looks at himself in the
closet-mirror door.
HARRISON (O.S.)
Our report shows that McDonald used
Dorsey to flip, become disloyal,
and turn against you guys.
INT. SURVEILLANCE ROOM - FLASHBACK
Christopher Relano (the chopped up body in the wooden crate)

raises his shirt. Detectives tape a wire to his chest.
HARRISON (O.S.)
When McDonald decided to send one
of his informants to dig up dirt on
Gravane, he got him in so deep, he
came back chopped up in pieces.
EXT. POLICE STATION - ENTRANCE - DAY
Bobby is dressed in the police uniform and shinny shoes,

walking up a flight of stairs, blending in amongst the
policemen pouring in and out.
HARRISON (O.S.)
So as you can imagine, we want
McDonald and anyone that worked in
conjunction with the man. But, we
need information that will stick,
so we can build a case.
EXT. RING SIDE GYM - PRESENT DAY
Harrison and Ramey are still engaged in the conversation with

Bobby.
HARRISON
So... are you willing to help us?
BOBBY
(he takes a minute)
You’ve given me a lot to think
about... and honestly I wouldn’t
mind giving you Dorsey on a
plate... he doesn’t mean shit to
me.
(MORE)
95.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
Is there any way you could give me
a couple days to think about it?
It’s a lot to digest.
HARRISON
Sure, Bobby. That’s good. Yeah, not
a problem.
RAMEY
Bobby, not to add pressure, but the
sooner the better. We will need to
move fast on this.
BOBBY
I understand. I just need a couple
days.
Harrison reaches into his pocket. He hands Bobby a BUSINESS

CARD.
HARRISON
If you have any questions between
now and then, you can reach me at
that number… and Bobby, we
appreciate what you’re doing.
The men shake hands like business men making a deal.
The agents stand and begin to leave. Agent Harrison stops and
turns with a steady stare. We see a 1963 FRAMED MILITARY
ACADEMY PICTURE hung in the hallway: A group of trainees
stand side-by-side; the name of each trainee is listed below.
He recognizes a younger Richard Gravane...
RAMEY (O.S.)
Hey, you coming?
The photo is embedded in Agent Harrison’s mind.
INT. POLICE STATION - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
Bobby tilts his police hat, lowers his head to conceal his
eyes. He sits next to a father and son sitting on a bench.
The father looks over and smiles. Bobby smiles back
halfheartedly.
The doors to the police office opens. Chief McDonald walks

out and across the hall to the bathroom.
96.
INT. POLICE STATION - BATHROOM - DAY
Chief McDonald washes his hands bent over the sink. The door
opens. Bobby comes in, walking directly to the bathroom
stalls. BAM BAM BAM! Bobby slams open the unoccupied stall
doors.
Chief McDonald looks up in the mirror above the sink, only to

find Bobby standing behind him with his Beretta pointed at
his head...
CHIEF MCDONALD
Bobby what hell? What are you
doing? Jesus Christ...
BANG! Blood splatters over the mirror and Chief McDonald

drops to the floor.
Bobby has a look of fulfilment.
EXT. POLICE STATION - ENTRANCE - DAY
Bobby is speed walking down the steps. He removes his black

leather gloves and police clothing. He tosses the uniform and
hat in the trash can.
David Smalls is waiting curbside. Bobby gets in the getaway

car:
DAVID SMALLS
You ok?
BOBBY
I'm good; let's go!
INT/EXT. BOBBY'S BUICK - NIGHT
On the passenger’s seat we see Agent Harrison's business

card. Bobby mulls over; looking back and forth between the
business card and Bellini's restaurant across the street.
The car door SHUTS! The business card is left on the seat...
Bobby is crossing the street to Bellini's Restaurant.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN, QUEENS - CONTINUOUS
A block away, two DETECTIVES, bored, sip coffee and read

magazines. The Detectives sprout up. We See Leo Smiley ease
out of the door entrance to Bellini’s.
97.
DETECTIVE #1 (O.S.)
Are you seeing this?
DETECTIVE #2 (O.S.)
That’s Bobby Mancini.
DETECTIVE #1 (O.S.)
What’s he doing in Queens?
Bobby and Leo Smiley shake hands and then go inside.
EXT. THE PIT - DAY
The same addicted tweakers loom the commons area. Dorsey is

huddle around a group of hoodlums. They tap Dorsey on the
shoulder and nod to look.
HOODLUM #1
What is he doing? He’s just
standing there.
DORSEY
Just stay here, don’t worry about
it.
SOLDIER
(yelling)
What the fuck, Bobby.
It’s difficult to see through the morning fog. Bobby calmly

stands between the buildings, hands in his pockets relaxed.
We hear a sudden SCREECH...
We see three cars zip into the parking lot. Leo Smiley and
several mobsters jump out, CLICK, CLICK... the firing squad
lines up with semi-automatics. They let loose. BANG, BANG,
BANG... Dorsey and his guys fall in a bloody mess.
Bobby watches from a distance calmly: like a general

overlooking a battle field.
The smoke clears. Leo Smiley puts a couple guys out of their
misery... Dorsey is crawling away, bloody, with bullets in
his body.
LEO SMILEY
What do you want to do with this
piece of shit?
Bobby swaggers over.

98.

Whatever it is, we need to make it
fast. The police will be here in a
minute.
BOBBY
The police know to not come around
here today.
Bobby grabs Dorsey by the hair and drags Dorsey across the
grass. Dorsey squirms like a captured animal. Leo’s crew
picks up Dorsey. They march him up the apartment stairs.
- ON TOP OF THE APARTMENT ROOF -
The access door flies open. Ten floors high. Bobby drags
Dorsey near the edge. Bobby lets Dorsey catch his breath.
DORSEY
Come on, Bobby. Look... I loved
Sarah too.
BOBBY
Oh, yeah.
DORSEY
Bobby, I grew up with Elliot. I’ve
known him for twenty-five years. I
know you think I killed him, but I
didn’t.
BOBBY
You don’t know shit about what I
think. If you were that smart you
would have seen me coming for you
weeks ago... And now you’re the
example of what happens.
Bobby just stares... looks up with his hollow-loveless-

eyes... steps forward... and pushes Dorsey off the edge.
SUPER: MONTHS LATER
Agents Harrison and Ramey sit across from FBI Director

Hackman, silent like two men home from war. Tired and dirty.
Wearing visitor badges.
99.
FBI HACKMAN
Well, gentlemen... you got home
alive, and that’s the most
important thing. It wasn’t ideal
but at least you got the job done.
FBI Director Hackman accesses their personal files. He types

the wrong password into the keyboard, becoming frustrated.
FBI HACKMAN (CONT’D)

I just need the right damn password
and we can reinstate your
identities... sorry this is taking
so long...
He doesn’t want to spend another minute with the agents. An

Elderly Secretary comes over to the desk...

Can you believe this?
She types in the correct passwords. The agents personal

profiles, pictures, and aliases pop up on the screen.
HARRISON
I don’t feel we accomplished
anything. We have no case and
everyone is basically dead now.
Where is the accomplishment in
that?
FBI HACKMAN
The right people are dead. That’s
the good. That’s your
accomplishment.
FBI Hackman back to typing on his keyboard.

All right... let’s get you boys
home... this is probably the last
thing you want to worry about is
this kind of...
(his voice begins to
fade...)
Agent Harrison turns to see a collage of picture frames laid

neatly on the desk. He leans closer to see a recognizable
photo (the same 1963 military academy picture hung up in the
Ringside Gym). Once again, we focus on the young trainee -
Richard Gravane. We pan over to the Cuban trainee standing
next to him. Suddenly curious....
100.
EXT. CEMETARY - DAY
Bobby sits on an old fashioned, loose-screwed bench

underneath a beautiful oak tree. Tombstones surround him;
headstones of Richard Gravane and Elliot Mancini. He is
unsure of his latest decisions. He is a lost soul.
EXT/INT. THE SANDWICH SHOP - DAY
A couple customers inside, 9 to 5 city workers, locals.
Bobby sits at a table with “Mancini’s Sandwich Shop” written

in the stained glass window. David Smalls joins him.
DAVID SMALLS
How was it?
BOBBY
Fine. Thanks for picking out the
head stone. He would’ve liked it.
DAVID SMALLS
Yeah, no problem.
BOBBY
So, where are we with everything?
DAVID SMALLS
Sullivan says they have zero leads.
But, they’re expected to question
Leo this afternoon.
BOBBY
Any blow back?
DAVID SMALLS
Like you said, people’s loyalty was
and will always be with Gravane and
your father. Not too many people
were disheartened with Dorsey’s
absence. Most witnesses retracted
their statements, and others are
considered “unreliable witnesses”.
Bobby with a look of satisfied accomplishment. But not proud.
BOBBY
And my uncle?
DAVID SMALLS
Edward, met with the review board
yesterday. His time has been
reduced down to three months.
101.
BOBBY
Good. That’s good. We need to make
sure we have someone picking him up
the day he’s released.
DAVID SMALLS
Got it, boss.
BOBBY
Don’t call me that. I’ve told you a
hundred times to stop calling me
that. Seriously.
David Smalls laughs.
Bobby leans back in his seat, exhales, relaxed, like a weight

has finally been lifted... but, Bobby sees an UNIDENTIFIED
CUBAN MAN walking around the corner.
DAVID SMALLS
Bobby?
BOBBY
Yeah, what?
Bobby looks across the street and another UNIDENTIFIED CUBAN

MAN #2 approaches. They are coming from both directions. Each
step they become closer.
DAVID SMALLS
Bobby?
BOBBY
What?
DAVID SMALLS
What are you looking at?
BOBBY
Nothing. Go ahead; what?
DAVID SMALLS
I was just saying....
Bobby grabs David Smalls by the arm, pushing him in the

doorway. He stands up so rapidly, a BOTTLE from the table
falls and SHATTERS on the ground.
BOBBY
Get inside.
DAVID SMALLS
Bobby, stop, what the hell?
102.
Bobby reaches behind his shirt. Hand on his Beretta. The two
Cubans are right around the corner door.
BOBBY
(to himself)
Here we go.
Cuban Man #2 passes Bobby in the doorway and continues toward

the counter. Relief. He appears to be just another customer.
Cuban Man #1 stops in front of Bobby.
UNIDENTIFIED MAN
Bobby Mancini?
BOBBY
Who wants to know?
UNIDENTIFIED MAN
(clip board in hand)
I'm Anthony. I’m from the electric
company; the buildings around here
have been losing their power and...
BOBBY
Electric company? “Smalls” get me a
broom.
Bobby bends down to pick up the pieces of shattered glass.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
What are you people doing in this
kind of a neighborhood, late, on a
weekend?
Bobby looks up after picking up the broken glass, only to see

the barrel of a gun staring right back at him -- BANG! Brain
fragments spray on the window that read “Mancini Sandwich
Shop.”
DAVID SMALLS (O.S.)

Bobby!
Before David Smalls can react, Cuban Man #2 pops him too. The
Cubans quickly vanish.
Blood pours from the bodies of Bobby and David Smalls.
INT. FBI OFFICE, WASHINGTON D.C. - CONTINUOUS
FBI Director Hackman continues to process paperwork.

Displayed on the computer screen: profiles, photos, every
fact about Agent Harrison and Ramey.
103.
Agent Harrison still captivated by the same 1963 military

academy picture on the desk: trainees stand side-by-side. His
eyes focus in on a Cuban trainee standing next to Richard
Gravane in the photo...
Agent Harrison’s face changes, squinting his eyes. First a

look of puzzlement, then confusion - finally realization: “I
just figured out everything you piece of shit”. Back to the
picture, the Cuban trainee is: a younger Philipe Moralez with
his name listed below reading “P. Moralez”...
BOBBY (V.O.)
I told you to remember the name
Philipe Moralez... for years,
politicians and corrupt cops were
on the payroll. Then wise guys and
mob bosses started dropping like
flies... killing me was easy… I was
the last strand, the last heart
beat of a dying breed.
INT. PRISON CELL - DAY
Sunlight shines through the small prison cell window. Edward

is on the floor, doing sit ups, sweat drips from his
forehead. He stands and looks in the mirror.
BOBBY (V.O.)
But what man doesn't stare at
themselves in the mirror, and
wonder if the reflection looking
back at them is what they'd hoped
it to be.
EXT. PRISON - DAY
An American flag blows in the wind atop the prison tower. The
metal gates OPEN. Edward steps back into the free world. He
looks out across the parking lot to see Agents Harrison and
Ramey.
BOBBY (V.O.)
So are there things I could have
done different? I'm sure there are.
Was killing Chief Henry McDonald
and brokering a deal with Leo
Smiley to take out Dorsey something
I regret? Not at all; that was
necessary.
104.
The agents walk over. They shake hands and introduce

themselves. Agent Harrison hands Edward surveillance photos
taken of: surprising meetings between Philipe Moralez and FBI
Director Hackman, making deals, friends, shaking hands...
EDWARD
What do you want?
HARRISON
We want to help you restore order.
EXT. MORALEZ MANSION, FLORIDA - DAY
A one-of-a-kind Bentley drives the length of the beautiful

driveway leading up to an exquisite mansion. The Bentley
pulls up to an entourage of chefs, maids, guards, and family.
VOICES
Welcome back Mr. Moralez.
Philipe Moralez steps out, shaking hands with his brother

ANTHONY MORALEZ (Cuban Man #1 -- Bobby’s shooter). Philipe
Moralez is handed a peach envelope with a return address from
Washington D.C., he opens: photos of Bobby’s mortuary
picture. Philipe with a look of satisfaction.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Who could have imagined New Jersey
would become a playground for a
notorious drug lord from South
Beach, Florida? The drugs they
imported and exported from Cuba
became so hard to distribute down
south, their plan was to use small
time middlemen along the way, so
they could flood the market with
their product.
INT. FBI DIRECTOR HACKMAN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
FBI Director Hackman leans back and lights a cigar, sips

scotch, cheers, to a conniving job well done.
Back to the 1963 military academy picture on the desk: By

now, we recognize Richard Gravane and Philipe Moralez. Names
listed below. A pudgy trainee comes into focus, with a big
grin, arm around Philipe Moralez. The trainee is a younger
FBI Director Hackman.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Who thought Philipe Moralez would
have connections to the FBI?
(MORE)
105.
BOBBY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
A long time friendship with a
savage man locked away in an
office, hiding behind a desk,
playing a well-organized mob like
puppets on a string. He broke us
down from the inside out. What we
thought were strengths he made into
weaknesses. He turned us against
each other, creating a conspiracy,
falsifying reports... using good
men, honest, hard working federal
agents to execute his plan.
INT. SECLUDED ROAD, FLORIDA - DAY
Agents Harrison and Ramey walk from an unmarked squad car.

They approach the one-of-a-kind Bentley. Philipe Moralez in
the back seat; doesn’t concern himself. The DRIVER rolls down
the window.
HARRISON
License and registration.
The Driver exchanges his information.
BOBBY (V.O.)
I guess, no matter what, we never
stood a chance against the mob of
America, the corrupted gang of the
United States.
We see Edward Mancini step out of the unmarked squad car.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Our loyalty was blood in, blood
out. The roots were thick in the
Gravane family.
Edward approaches from behind the vehicle. He bends down

enough to see in the back seat. The car door flies open.
Edward wraps a wire around the neck of Philipe Moralez. They
struggle. Philipe’s face turns purple and his body becomes
limp.
BOBBY (V.O.)
What better way to take out a king
than to destroy his empire. A chess
master once said, "victory goes to
the player who doesn’t make the
last mistake".
The agents walk back to the unmarked squad car; turning a

blind eye to Edward’s vengeance.
106.
BOBBY (V.O.)
I remember the days when my pops
always talked to us about loyalty
and respect. And how it was earned.
EXT. FBI HACKMAN'S HOME/POOL SIDE - DAY
FBI Hackman, dressed in a bathrobe, sits near the pool,

eating eggs and bacon, relaxing and enjoying the morning.
Gardeners, in the distance, mow the lawn and trim the bushes.
Edward quietly shuts the sliding back door with black leather
gloves. He walks onto the deck, down the steps, and straight
for FBI Hackman. His back is turned.
BOBBY (V.O.)
Then he always talked about family,
and what you were supposed to do if
anyone harmed or touched your
family. It always seemed like the
tone in his voice would change,
like it had a separate meaning….
See, an animal is not an animal
until you let it out from its cage.
Edward is standing directly behind FBI Director Hackman, who

is oblivious. Edward reaches underneath Hackman's chin,
snapping his head back, so he now looks up into Edward’s
eyes. Edward uses a butterfly knife to cut Hackman’s neck
from ear to ear.
BOBBY (V.O.)
So when it comes to family… this
family… Revenge is a Must.
Edward drops the knife and walks away.
THE END

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REVENGE IS A MUST

It’s 1965. The loading ramp of a military cargo plane lowers.

A Cuban man with an intimidating prestige, PHILIPE MORALEZ,

On the outskirts of the airfield, a cavalry of FBI tactical

MEGA PHONE (O.S.)

INT. FLORIDA PENITENTIARY - DAY

Years later, dressed in a freshly-pressed prison suit, an

Victor stands up straight like the good soldier he is.

PHILIPE MORALEZ (CONT’D)

On the Florida coast, a shipping yard is swarming with Cuban

Victor stands alongside the rugged prince RICKY MORALEZ. He

SUPER: NEW JERSEY. 1983

EXT. NEW JERSEY STREET - NIGHT

The black van drives through a calm project neighborhood.

INT. STASH HOUSE - LAB - NIGHT

The operation. Several dome heating lamps are over a gallery

Victor strong arms a half-beaten-to-death Italian man,

EXT. BLACK VAN - NIGHT

Ricky is nauseous and furious, in the passenger seat. Victor

INT. RINGSIDE GYM - DAY

Pictures of local legendary boxers are framed on the wall

EXT. REMOTE BEACH - DAY

Blue skies and seagulls. A dead body is immersed in the high

EXT. RINGSIDE GYM - MAIN ENTRANCE - NIGHT

Heavy rain taps the overhang. Richard Gravane, 60, is in a

EXT. FANCY HOTEL - DAY

MOB BOSSES sit at a table surrounded by food and wine.

Across the street we see a squad car with detectives running

INT. MANCINI'S HOUSE/HALLWAY - DAY

A mirror shows the reflection of ELLIOT MANCINI, 55, Italian

Next to him, slighter in stature, his older brother, EDWARD

INT. RINGSIDE GYM - DAY

EXT. RINGSIDE GYM - NIGHT

The place is calm. It is late. Bobby sits at a table,

We hear outside, CAR TIRES PEEL AWAY.

A TEENAGE FIGHTER runs in.

Bobby follows the Teenage Fighter...

EXT. RINGSIDE GYM - NIGHT

Elliot and Edward run out.

Bobby continues. He squats down to see blood leaking from the

EXT. RINGSIDE GYM - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Bobby inches forward into the light. He passes Richard

Bobby’s eyes widen. The crate is pried open, broken in

Richard Gravane puts his arm around Bobby.

Bobby holds his emotions in and stays solid.

SUPER: REVENGE IS A MUST

EXT. UNDERNEATH A BRIDGE - DAY

The headlights of a Lincoln Town Car shine across a secluded

INT. SQUAD CAR - DAY (MOVING)

A seasoned cop, badge and uniform, OFFICER SULLIVAN, peeks in

Agent Ramey rolls the window up.

OFFICER SULLIVAN (CONT’D)

Sullivan peeks back at their airport luggage with a tag

The squad car drives into the heart of New Jersey.

INT. BOBBY’S CAR - DAY

Bobby pulls in front of the Ringside Gym, a grand building in

etched in the snow, smeared in blood, is the outline of the

A gorgeous woman, 34, modestly dressed, with a sexy tom-

Bobby reaches for the door handle.

Bobby steps out of the car. The neighborhood kids swarm to

Bobby leans down and gives her a lasting kiss.

Sarah concedes with a slight smile. She slides to the driver

Bobby turns to a SOLDIER guarding the front door.