All the Money in the World Page #12

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CORONER (CONT'D)

Un filato de tessuto rosso.

DEL ROVERE:

The carpet the body was transportedin.

The coroner shakes his head, mimes scratching at his beard.

CORONER:

Una maschera.

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CHACE:

A ski mask.

CUT TO:

A MUG SHOT:

of Chipmunk. There's more than one to choose from, goingall the way back to his childhood.

INT. EVIDENCE ROOM -- DAY

The Police clerks search through boxes of criminal photofiles. Photos of Chipmunk are pinned to the wall.

CORVO:

Ettore "Il Tamia" Pazzano, age 33

years. Purse snatching, publicindecency, vandalism, desecration ofa holy place, corruption of the youth.

PHOTOS of Cinquanta and Piccolino are pinned up on the board.

CORVO (CONT'D)

Known associates: Alberto Laganadi,

Dino Bova, Dante Agnana, all fromFiumara, Calabria, population 1381.

CHACE:

How fast can we get to Fiumara?

CUT TO:

A CONVOY OF SQUADRA MOBILE VEHICLES

On the unpaved road through the Calabrian mountains: we gazedown at them from a police helicopter circling high overhead.

EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD -- CALABRIA --PRE-DAWN

The police cars stop on the mountain road and the uniformedpolice climb out. Del Rovere instructs Chace:

DEL ROVERE:

I must ask you to stay here. For

your own safety.

Chace watches Rovere head off down the road.

CHACE:

(to Gail)

Stay here.

Chace opens the door and climbs out. The officer at the

wheel protests, but Chace ignores him. Then Gail climbs out

as well, and the cop goes apoplectic.

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GAIL:

Arrest me.

We can see the stone house from several hundred meters awayas the police create a wide perimeter encircling it. Nearby,

a SQUADRA OFFICER questions a GOATHERD. Gail listens in:

GOATHERD:

...hanno mantenuto il ragazzo in una

grotta nelle montagne...

Gail starts walking up the mountain road, in the oppositedirection from the police, and Chace follows. They reachthe mouth of the cave, which is littered with cigarette butts.

Gail enters. Chace casts a glance back: in the pasture farbelow, the police cordon around the stone house draws tighter.

INT. CAVE

We HOLD on GAIL as she moves deeper into the dark, followingthe last of daylight into its depths. Then she finds it:

GAIL:

Paul.

PAUL'S BED, empty. The chain and shackle lie beside it, andPaul's Fantastic Comics lies on the ground. An unfinished

letter in his handwriting crumpled beside it.

GAIL (CONT'D)

"If you love me, Mother -- "

GUNSHOTS ring out, the echoes multiplying off the cave walls.

Gail and Chace hurry to the mouth of the cave.

EXT. STONE HOUSE -- MORNING

The house is riddled with gunfire, the windows shattered.

Piccolino slumps in the doorway with his shotgun in the dustbeside him. Del Rovere kicks the gun aside.

PICCOLINO:

Molti poliziotti... So many police.

Tanti...

DEL ROVERE:

Where is the boy?

PICCOLINO:

Lo abbiamo venduto.

Piccolino coughs, drowning in his own blood. A sad smile.

PICCOLINO (CONT'D)

We sold him.

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DEL ROVERE:

Sold him to whom?

CUT TO:

SAVERIO MAMMOLITI

walks through a factory where women sew counterfeit Fendi

handbags. Mammoliti examines the workmanship on one of thehandbags, comparing it against the genuine article.

MAMMOLITI:

This lining. It needs to be doublestiched

to look like the real Fendi.

My buyer can tell the difference.

Mammoliti is forty years old, blankly handsome, and dressedin a tailored suit: he could easily be seen in the business-

class lounge of any international airport in the world.

MAMMOLITI (CONT'D)

Do it again.

Mammoliti hands the bag back to the woman. She nods, carefulnot to make eye contact: she is frightened of him.

FACTORY WOMAN:

Sicuramente, Signore. Perdonami.

INT. MERCEDES 280SE -- DAY

Saverio Mammoliti sits in the backseat, his briefcase openbeside him, perusing a balance sheet. His bald-shavendriver/bodyguard, SGR., pulls over behind a tractor-trailer.

INT. TRACTOR-TRAILER -- DAY

The cargo door rolls open, revealing pallets of counterfeitgoods. Paul Getty is in back, guarded by two of Mammoliti's

men. Cinquanta is here as well.

MAMMOLITI:

(re:
Cinquanta)

What's this?

SGR.

He comes with the boy.

Mammoliti looks Cinquanta over; a 21st Century gangsterlooking back at a Stone Age one.

MAMMOLITI:

Get him out of here. I don't want

him around.

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CINQUANTAIt was part of our deal. I helpwith the kid. I look after him.

MAMMOLITI:

Your services are no longer required.

CINQUANTAThe mother and I. Gail Getty. We

have a dialogue. I can help you getthe money.

MAMMOLITI:

We know how to get the money. It's

not that hard if you have the stomachfor it.

SGR.

You heard him.

Cinquanta reluctantly rises. Paul watches him go.

MAMMOLITI (O.S.)

Does he do what you say?

CINQUANTA:

Always. He's a good boy.

MAMMOLITI:

He's not eating. Look at him. We

need him to eat meat, lots of meat.

Build up his blood. Do you understandmy meaning?

CINQUANTAYes. I understand your meaning.

MAMMOLITI:

Va bene. You work for us now.

CUT TO:

TWO DOZEN SAUDI PRINCES

emerge from the 1973 Extraordinary Summit of OPEC.

EXT. OPEC SUMMIT, VIENNA, AUSTRIA -- DAY

The princes' white robes billow in the breeze; they wear thetriumphant smiles of men who have seized an historic moment.

EXT. LONDON COMMODITY EXCHANGE -- DAY

GETTY'S LIMOUSINE pulls up in front of the Exchange. J Paul

Getty emerges, resplendent in a Saville Row three-piece andaccompanied by two lacquered YOUNGISH WOMEN in tight dresses.

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INT. LONDON COMMODITY EXCHANGE -- DAY

Getty takes his seat overlooking the exchange, flanked byhis two concubines, like an Emperor at the Arena. The traders

on the floor await the opening bell with dread and excitement.

Getty's FLOOR TRADER hurries up the steps to take his order.

Getty pats his stomach, like a man who can't eat any more:

GETTY:

No trades for me, George. My longbook's all topped up. Truth is, Iwoke up this morning about as longas I've been since I was a teenager.

The ladies titter and smirk. One leans in, confidential:

MISTRESS:

He just likes to watch.

Getty shoots her a reproving "bad girl" look. She puts outher hand and he pinches it playfully.

GETTY:

Watch carefully, girls. In sixtyseconds half the men in this room

will be bankrupt.

The seconds tick down. The floor traders brace themselves.

We PUSH IN on Getty as the OPENING BELL RINGS...

INT. LONDON HEATHROW AIRPORT -- DAY

The boarding gate door opens and Fletcher Chace emergeswearing a suit, sunglasses and a repentant look. Then he

sees something that stops him cold:

EMBARGO:

headlined on every London newspaper's evening edition: "OPEC

shuts off global oil supply."

CHACE (V.O.)

When I got on the plane this morningoil was $4 per barrel.

INT. SUTTON PLACE -- DAY

Chace walks the halls alongside Getty.

GETTY:

You should have bought it. No one

will ever see that price again.

Getty's secretary hurries up to him in her high heels. She

hands him a slip of ticker tape.

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