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Written by
R.S. Hindle
By Philip Carlo
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ANTHONY
Yeah?
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CASSO comes down the stairs. For the first time, WE SEE
what’s wrong with his LEFT ARM - it’s in a SLING.
2.
JOLENE
Daddy, can you take me down to the
shore?
ANTHONY
Talk to your mother.
JOLENE
She’s cooking!
ANTHONY
Sweetie, I don’t got time to argue.
ANTHONY (cont'd)
I love you. Tell your mother I’ll
be home late. She’ll understand.
ANTHONY (cont'd)
Let’s get outta here.
VITO
You got it, Mr. Casso.
He gets into the back seat and pulls a 9MM BERETTA from his
waistband, pulling the slide back against his leg. We see a
round in the chamber.
ANTHONY
Mill Basin, come on, let’s go!
The car pulls away, and the noise from the Caddy engine
turns beachgoers’ heads on either side of the road.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
My grandfather came to America
almost 150 years ago. Like
thousands of other Italians, he was
promised life, liberty, and a piece
of the action if he worked hard or
smart enough.
(MORE)
3.
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It jams.
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HARBORMASTER
Trash can out front.
ANTHONY
Thanks, Mr Scarpa.
HARBORMASTER
Oh, Anthony?
He stops.
HARBORMASTER (cont'd)
Say hi to your pop for me.
4.
CRAB SELLER
Ho, Anthony! Your mother want some
crab? I caught ‘em fresh today. My
treat, of course.
ANTHONY
No thanks, Jimmy. I think we got
macaroni for dinner.
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MARGARET
Would you wait?
MICHAEL
Smells too good, honey.
MICHAEL JR
Can we get a dog?
MICHAEL
No.
MICHAEL JR
Why not?
MICHAEL
Ask your mother.
MICHAEL JR
Mom?
6.
MARGARET
(pointing at Michael)
There are enough animals in this
house already.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
My pop wasn’t exactly connected,
but he wasn’t no civilian, either.
ANTHONY
Oh, pop, Mr Scarpa says hello.
MICHAEL
Yeah? What’s he giving you these
days, a buck a bird?
ANTHONY
Yeah.
ANTHONY (cont'd)
What?
MICHAEL
I think you gotta negotiate a
better rate.
ANTHONY
What’s negotiate mean?
MICHAEL
You know, cut a better deal.
The doorbell rings.
MICHAEL (cont'd)
Lucille, get the door.
She obliges. The corridor between the kitchen and the front
door is narrow; we follow LUCILLE down it and watch her open
the door to meet:
LITTLE SALLY
Hello, my dear. Is your pop home?
LUCILLE
Daddy, it’s for you!
ANTHONY’S POV
MICHAEL and LITTLE SALLY kiss on both cheeks. MICHAEL looks
at the floor and laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.
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MARGARET
You want a plate, Sal? We’re just
sitting down.
LITTLE SALLY
No, thank you, dear, I can’t stay.
Just brought something for my
godson.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
When I graduated elementary school,
Little Sally Callinbrano gave me
fifty bucks.
8.
LITTLE SALLY
Sorry it’s late, son. But your dad
told me yours broke.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
After my confirmation, he took me
to dinner and bought me a diamond
ring.
MICHAEL
Sal!
ANTHONY
Thank you, Sally!
LITTLE SALLY
Maybe you, your pop and I, we’ll
take a drive some day, do a little
hunting?
ANTHONY
That sounds great!
ANTHONY, 13, is walking home from the store with a paper bag
full of GROCERIES. It’s a busy day - WE SEE cars rolling
down the street, people buying papers and newsstands.
9.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
I was 13 when I saw them kill
Frankie Shoes.
He’s fifteen, maybe twenty yards away when TWO GUNMEN walk
ahead of him towards the bar, pulling down facemasks.
They stand on the sidewalk and fire three rounds each into
the SHOP WINDOW.
FRANKIE SHOES
N-no-- come on--
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CLOSE UP - GROCERIES
The whine from the killshot gets louder, blocks out all
other noise.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
You know, people don’t seem to
understand, even after a hundred
years of our thing. Where we grew
up, where we came from, back then,
it was just part of life. We all
accepted it.
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MICHAEL (O.S)
Anthony? Anthony?
MICHAEL
What happened, Anthony?
MICHAEL (cont'd)
Okay, alright, it’s alright-
MICHAEL (cont'd)
Look, son. Listen to me. You didn’t
do anything wrong.
(MORE)
11.
MICHAEL (cont'd)
Okay? What happened with that man
was very sad. But Anthony, you need
to listen to me, alright? You have
to make sure that you don’t go
talking about it. If you do,
somebody else could get hurt, or
get in trouble. You understand,
don’t you? How sometimes it’s
important to keep your mouth shut?
MICHAEL (cont'd)
Attaboy.
MICHAEL ruffles his hair and stands up. He pulls his son in
close to his chest and then slaps him on the back.
MICHAEL (cont'd)
Now, look, let’s go downstairs. I
think your ma made macaroni.
Time passes, and soon it’s 1958. A teenage hand reaches out
to grab the BAT.
ANTHONY
Ma, I’m goin’ out to play ball!
MARGARET
Don’t get in trouble!
The door slams shut before she can finish her sentence.
12.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
We thought we were hot shit.
JIMMY
No way. No fuckin’ way.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
More than anything, I guess we just
wanted to be a part of something.
It was all around us - and after
Frankie Shoes, and a million other
guys like him getting popped in
bars and barber shops, we just
wanted to know that somebody else
had our back.
AL
I’m tellin’ you, man. It was one
guy.
ANTHONY
Fuck you two talking about?
JIMMY
This guy thinks one guy did Albert
Anastasia.
ANTHONY sits down on a bench and lights a cigarette. He
makes too big a deal out of smoking it, and holds his beer
can up to crack it.
ANTHONY
You forget how to read, Al? Papers
said at least two.
AL
Yeah, but, think about it, Anthony.
A hit like that, broad daylight,
you really wanna be carrying around
a loose end after? Plus-
AL (cont'd)
-place like that's full of windows
and mirrors, ain’t it?
ANTHONY
Brilliant.
JIMMY
You’re a fuckin’ idiot.
ANTHONY
You sure your last name ain’t
Einstein?
AL flips him off.
JIMMY looks over to the treeline, near where ANTHONY hit the
ball.
AL
You see this?
A broad, tall, ginger Irish lad, 19, is making for the three
of them, walking slow, with the baseball ANTHONY hit in his
palm. He’s wearing a FLATCAP.
FLATCAP
How we doing, boys?
AL
What’s it to you, Paddy?
FLATCAP stares at AL for a second too long, then carries on.
FLATCAP
I’ll assume you haven’t heard.
JIMMY
Heard what?
FLATCAP
Well, see, gentlemen, I grew up,
just over there.
FLATCAP (cont'd)
In that nice little Irish
neighbourhood.
(MORE)
14.
FLATCAP (cont'd)
Me brothers, me sisters, me cousins
did, too. You know what that means?
AL
Someone’s growin’ potatoes nearby?
FLATCAP
Means nobody walks, talks, drinks,
smokes, breathes or plays fuckin’
baseball in this park without
paying me. Especially not Italians.
JIMMY
Fuck you!
FLATCAP
I was hoping to avoid any
unpleasantness, gentlemen, but
since that seems unlikely-
He gestures to AL.
FLATCAP (cont'd)
I think I’m gonna have to ask you
to leave.
Nobody moves.
FLATCAP (cont'd)
(screaming)
NOW!
FLATCAP (cont'd)
(pointing Anthony)
See, now, if you’d kept your mouths
shut like your polite little friend
here, maybe we wouldn’t have had
such a problem.
FLATCAP (cont'd)
Leave it, wop.
ANTHONY
You know, that’s not a very nice
word.
FLATCAP
My apologies. I’ll be sure to go
home and study the polite language
to use when it comes to dago
greaseball motherfuckers.
ANTHONY all but snarls at him. JIMMY and AL catch up, and
they turn away and leave.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Seventh Avenue Micks, they called
themselves. Flatcap there was the
closest thing they had to a boss.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Word got out about what happened
within minutes, and soon enough we
had every kid from the
neighbourhood on board. Sunset
Park, 9pm. No knives, no guns. Make
those Irish bastards sorry.
KID
They’re comin’, they’re comin’!
The MICKS appear from around the corner, a few less than the
ITALIANS. FLATCAP stands at the front.
AL
That all you got?
JIMMY
You run outta cousins or something,
you bog-trotting cocksuckers?
16.
JIMMY (cont'd)
Cops, cops!
CLICK.
From the side, a BEAT COP sticks a REVOLVER into his cheek.
COP
Take one more step, kid. Gimme a
reason.
COP (cont'd)
On your fuckin’ knees.
COP (cont'd)
ON YOUR KNEES!
FLATCAP is gone.
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DUTY SERGEANT
Hey, kid.
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MICHAEL
What are you doing? Come on, huh?
ANTHONY
What do you mean, pop? It was just
a fight. I’ll be out.
MICHAEL
Didn’t I warn you? Tell you?
ANTHONY
Tell me what?
MICHAEL
You can’t do this, you can’t go
getting caught, getting in trouble
with the police. It’s no good. When
are you gonna learn?
ANTHONY
Alright, so, next time, I won’t get
pinched!
MICHAEL
Yeah, well, you’re gonna learn not
to.
He reaches down and grabs his car keys, then makes for the
door.
ANTHONY
What do you mean? Pop?
19.
ANTHONY (cont'd)
POP?
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He looks from side to side and jumps from a walk into a jog,
heading down steps in front of the police station towards
the curb. He can’t help but smile, and pick up speed,
until...
ANTHONY (V.O.)
It took a little longer than I was
expecting, but they booked me and
let me go.
ANTHONY’S POV
ANTHONY gets into the front, slow. WE SEE him sit down in
the passenger seat from behind, and turn to see LITTLE SALLY
behind the wheel.
LITTLE SALLY
Hey, son.
ANTHONY
(a little surprised)
Hey, Sally. Was it you, got me out?
20.
LITTLE SALLY
Yeah, yeah.
ANTHONY
Thanks-
LITTLE SALLY
(cutting him off)
Look, don’t worry about it. But,
Anthony, your father, he’s... he’s
a little upset.
MARIE (O.S.)
How’s your eggs, Anthony?
ANTHONY
Great, thanks, Mrs Callinbrano!
MARIE
Don’t be silly, call me Marie! You
want some more coffee, Anthony?
21.
ANTHONY
(through mouthful of egg)
I’m good, thank you.
MARIE
Anthony, can I tell you a secret?
MARIE (cont'd)
Ever since our kids moved out, I
don’t get to host much. Most of the
time, Sal and I, we just go out to
eat. So it’s a treat for me to do
all this. I love it! Makes me feel
like a young woman again. I hope
you can stay for lunch.
LITTLE SALLY
Finish your eggs, son. We got a
meeting.
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THE 19TH HOLE is all wood panels and wiseguys. There are two
pool tables in the back and a dartboard. There’s also a
booth right next to an old jukebox.
22.
ANTHONY’S POV
WE SEE an old wooden GOLF CLUB hanging over the bar, then
ANTHONY looks down to see CHRISTIE, 36. He’s wearing a blue
bowling shirt. There’s a pile of loose dollar bills on the
table in front of him - he’s licking his thumbs and counting
through them.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Christie Furnari ran The 19th Hole,
out near the Dyker Heights golf
course.
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ANTHONY (V.O.)
Christie was born to this shit,
like all of us were, but he was a
natural. Before his 16th birthday,
he had a shy ring running in
downtown Brooklyn with his cousins.
The two HOODS pin the man to the wall. CHRISTIE doesn’t
move. The MUSIC QUIETENS for us to hear...
YOUNG CHRISTIE
Tommy, I said Friday.
TOMMY
I know, I-I know-
YOUNG CHRISTIE
It’s Monday, and you still haven’t
got nothing?
TOMMY
Kid, I’m sorry-
23.
The HOODS push him harder into the brick and one of them
backhands him across the face.
YOUNG CHRISTIE
Kid? Come on, Tommy, what did I do
for you to disrespect me like that?
TOMMY
S-sure, sure-
YOUNG CHRISTIE
I’m gonna give you until this
Friday. But next time, I’m not
going to come collect. Only my
cousins here will.
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ANTHONY (V.O.)
But he ran scores, too. He loved
that. In 72, he put together the
crew for the Pierre Hotel robbery
in Manhattan. You know, that Bobby
Comfort thing. Biggest unrecovered
hotel robbery in history.
THIEF (O.S.)
(muffled by door)
DOWN ON THE FUCKIN’ GROUND!
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Three million dollars. They took a
hotel hostage for two and a half
hours.
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ANTHONY (V.O.)
But even back then, in the old
neighbourhood, Christie had a
reputation. He was respected, he
was fair, he ran his own crew. To
people like me and Jimmy and Al, he
was a big-shot, a wiseguy, a local
celebrity. He was part of a family.
And here I was, over the table from
him, some punk, just booked for
beating on Irish kids from down
near the park.
CHRISTIE
So, gentlemen, what can I do for
you?
Under the table, LITTLE SALLY flashes a hand at ANTHONY -
“shut up and let me talk”.
LITTLE SALLY
Christie, this is my godson,
Anthony.
CHRISTIE
Yeah?
LITTLE SALLY
From Park Slope, the one with the
Irish gentlemen from Seventh
Avenue?
25.
CHRISTIE
Oh, that Anthony! Sorry, of course,
we spoke about this.
CHRISTIE (cont'd)
Listen, Anthony, I was wondering if
you could do me a favour?
CHRISTIE (cont'd)
I like your godson, Sal. He doesn’t
say much, doesn’t ask too many
questions. Now, Anthony...
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ANTHONY (V.O.)
It turned out that our friend in
the flatcap had taken a loan from
Christie, and hadn’t been too
punctual with the repayments.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Little Sally and Christie
straightened me out from there.
Between the two of them, they set
me up with a job down on the South
Brooklyn docks.
LILLIAN
Anthony Casso, I have never met a
boy who’s trouble like you.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Lil and I both grew up on Union
Street. She was number 673; we were
719. Our families knew each other.
27.
ANTHONY
Hey, what are you talking about,
Lil? You know I’m an angel.
LILLIAN
Yeah, sure.
ANTHONY
What? I’m the kid in my family.
Everyone knows the youngest is
always the well-behaved one.
LILLIAN
Uh-huh. And that’ll be why I hear
all these rumours about you and
Rosemarie Billotti?
LILLIAN (cont'd)
I knew it!
ANTHONY
It was one date, one! Madonn’, you
can’t get away with anything these
days. You girls talk too much.
LILLIAN
Oh, like boys don’t talk.
ANTHONY
Not like that! Not about one date!
He looks around - then points a finger at a SHOOTING
GALLERY. The sign along the front reads “FIFTY CENTS FOR
FIVE SHOTS”.
ANTHONY (cont'd)
Let’s make a deal, alright?
LILLIAN
What have you got in mind, Casso?
ANTHONY
If I win the top prize on my first
try, you forget all about Rosemarie
Billotti.
LILLIAN
I'm not promising anything.
28.
ANTHONY
Sure you're not. Come on.
The two of them walk over to the STAND. The STAND OPERATOR
looks ANTHONY up and down.
ANTHONY (cont'd)
What's your top prize?
LILLIAN
I think it's a giant teddy bear.
ANTHONY rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket. He palms
a mess of uncounted coins into the STAND OPERATOR's hand and
gets thrown an AIR RIFLE.
ANTHONY'S POV
STAND OPERATOR
(obviously bored)
Twenty seconds when I pull the
lever. You've got five shots. Five
bullseyes for the top prize. Good
luck.
LILLIAN'S POV
ANTHONY'S POV
ANTHONY
So, no more Rosemarie, huh?
LILLIAN
(quieter)
Where'd you learn to shoot like
that?
ANTHONY
Hurry up with that bear, OK?
LILLIAN
Anthony?
ANTHONY
Hunting, I used to go hunting. With
my old man. Deer and bird, that
kinda thing. My uncle, he's got a
farm upstate.
The two of them walk away, and WE SEE them from the back.
ANTHONY
What the fuck...
ANTHONY (cont'd)
(calling to Bobby)
Hey! Hey, asshole!
ANTHONY (cont'd)
What the fuck are you doing, huh?
Leave her alone.
BOBBY turns towards ANTHONY - we see for the first time that
his eyes are yellow and bloodshot, his skin's pale,
pockmarked - he looks ill.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
To this day, I couldn't tell you
why I stopped the car. Sure,
somebody needed to set the guy
straight, but why him, why then?
There were thousands of other
junkies in New York alone fucking
with women and kids.
BOBBY BEBOP
Oh, what's it to you, kid? Why you
gettin' involved?
The MOTHER backs away from the two of them. Her BABY is
crying.
ANTHONY
What does it matter, you junkie
fuck? I told you to leave her
alone.
FREEZE.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Either way, it wasn't smart.
UNFREEZE.
WE PULL BACK and see ANTHONY reach for the REVOLVER in his
waistband.
BOBBY makes for the curb, but it's too late. ANTHONY fires
the first shot. It misses him. The second hits him in the
cheek. The third catches his shoulder.
ANTHONY
FUCK!
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MICHAEL'S POV
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ANTHONY
(quietly)
Are you two mad?
LITTLE SALLY
I'm not sure mad comes into it,
son. What's more important is that
you lay low.
MICHAEL nods.
MICHAEL
You gotta get the hell outta dodge
for a while, Anthony. Wait for this
to blow over.
ANTHONY
How long?
Neither of them answer.
LITTLE SALLY
Someone'll come back for you once
it's safe, son. But we'll call
first. There's a store about a mile
down the trail. Make sure you walk,
though. Don't use any of the cars.
ANTHONY looks around. He turns around and peeks through the
window. This place is splendid, but it's silent.
ANTHONY'S POV
ANTHONY
Okay.
Once the car's gone, ANTHONY turns and unlocks the door to
the house, steps in.
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WE SEE the main road LITTLE SALLY was talking about - a huge
delivery truck rolling along with its headlamps on full.
MICHAEL
Help you, officers?
DETECTIVE GALLO
Are you Michael Casso, sir?
MICHAEL
That's me. What's going on?
DETECTIVE GALLO
(pointing at each of them)
Detectives Gallo and Sullivan. Is
your son around, Mr Casso?
MICHAEL
I... don't think so. Haven't seen
him since he left for work this
morning. What's this all about,
officers?
DETECTIVE GALLO
Your son shot someone four times
down on Carroll, Mr Casso. He seems
to think that Brooklyn is the Wild
West.
MICHAEL
What? Shot somebody?
MICHAEL (cont'd)
Anthony? There's gotta be a
mistake, he's-
DETECTIVE GALLO
There's no mistake, Mr Casso. The
victim is in a critical condition.
If he dies, your son is up there on
a murder charge.
MICHAEL
Well... God, like I said, I'm sure
there's been a mistake.
DETECTIVE GALLO
Like I said, Mr Casso, we're sure
there's not.
36.
MICHAEL
Okay, well, if I see him, I'll get
him to come down to the precinct,
straighten this whole thing out.
DETECTIVE GALLO
We'd appreciate that, sir. Here's
my card.
THE 19TH HOLE is empty again - LITTLE SALLY and MICHAEL are
sitting around a table with CHRISTIE TICK.
MICHAEL
(incredulous)
Fifty-thousand?
CHRISTIE
That's the word.
FREEZE.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
Back in those days, it wasn't
uncommon for New York's finest to
get a price to you to throw a case.
A detective's salary often didn't
cover all the outgoings, especially
if those included all the drinking
and ex-wives.
UNFREEZE.
MICHAEL
Madonn', we don't got that kind of
money.
LITTLE SALLY
It's an outrageous figure.
37.
CHRISTIE
It's what this Gallo prick wants,
apparently. He knows it could well
be a murder beef, and he knows
Anthony has been working for me,
for Little Sally. He's gonna twist
your arm, Mike.
MICHAEL sits back in his chair and runs his hands through
his hair. He sighs and lights up a cigarette.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
A few months passed. I stayed in
Jersey and kept my head down, and
Bobby Bebop beat the odds - he got
better.
ANTHONY
(answering phone)
Uh, hello?
LITTLE SALLY
Hey, son. Listen, I have to be
quick.
(MORE)
38.
ANTHONY
So, I'm outta here?
LITTLE SALLY
Just hold your horses, son. Someone
will call with an answer tonight.
There's a round booth in the back near the jukebox - the two
nearest it are empty. CHRISTIE, MICHAEL and LITTLE SALLY are
sat on one side of the curve.
CHRISTIE
Thanks, Ray. Leave the bottle.
MICHAEL
Carmine, Anthony knew the girl's
mother. He saw it as an insult.
39.
LITTLE SALLY
Plus, Carmine, we should not forget
that this nephew of yours, well,
he's no saint. You know as well as
I do that he has a reputation as a
troublemaker.
CHRISTIE
Carmine, look. We know there's a
price here. The detective wanted a
sum that was, frankly, outrageous.
So if you tell us what you think
would be reasonable, for your
nephew's pain and suffering, then
maybe we can come to a deal, avoid
any further difficulties.
CARMINE
Ten thousand.
MICHAEL
Done.
They all raise their glasses and clink them together, with
the exception of the GENOVESE SOLDIER.
ALL
Salut.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
I paid Bobby, borrowed a little
from Christie and Little Sally, and
they brought me in, lined me up.
Bobby Bebop sat behind the glass,
told Mr 50,000 that he "couldn't be
sure" it was me. I shot him four
times from a yard away, and he
"couldn't be sure".
40.
JUDGE
Be seated.
Everyone sits.
JUDGE
(speaking to state
prosecutor)
I'll be honest, counsellor, I
reviewed this case this morning and
it took me no more than ten minutes
to come to a decision. You have one
piece of evidence, and it could
maybe be described as, at best,
inconclusive.