Bound Page #17
Caesar is at the bar, drinking the Scotch. The gun in front
of him. Across the room, Violet sits, staring holes through
him.
They wait in silence.
CAESAR:
You sure you don't want a drink?
Violet says nothing.
INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT
In the dark, Corky sits, her face, her posture very similar
to Violet's.
She is concentrating, her mind somewhere else, when the door
buzzer sounds.
She turns her head and hears Caesar faintly answering the
intercom.
Corky stands just as --
INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Violet stands.
Caesar faces her for a moment, then shoves the gun into his
belt behind his back.
Corky watches through the door peep as three men pass by.
INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
There is a knock and Caesar opens the door.
GINO MARZZONE is an old Italian whose face is a mask of
irritated indifference.
ROY, his enormous driver, is behind him.
Caesar smiles, greeting them in Italian with open arms.
Johnnie is the last inside. He has tape over his broken
nose. He smiles and hugs Caesar.
JOHNNIE:
You shouldn't have hit me.
CAESAR:
You want to get into this now?
JOHNNIE:
No, no, Caesar. Not now.
He smiles again, patting him on the shoulder, then throwing
a fake punch.
Caesar sees Gino with his bright Italian smile, flattering
Violet, kissing her.
GINO:
Hey, Caesar! You take care of this
girl, or I find out!
JOHNNIE:
You are as radiant as ever, Violet.
As he bends to kiss her hand, she sees Caesar watching them.
CAESAR:
Glenlivet, right, Gino?
JOHNNIE:
I'll have whatever Violet's drinking.
VIOLET:
I'm not drinking.
JOHNNIE:
Then neither will I.
This makes Violet very uncomfortable.
VIOLET:
No, I'll have a Tanqueray and tonic.
JOHNNIE:
Caesar, make that two TNTs.
Caesar's hand shakes as he pours Gino's Scotch.
INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT
Pacing in her socks, Corky tries to think through several
possible situations. She stops, staring at the bag of money.
The idea of its sitting out in the open suddenly bothers
her.
INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Caesar hands Violet and Johnnie a drink. He stares at her.
She stares back.
JOHNNIE:
Salud, eh. Roy, Violet, Pop, Caesar.
Caesar watches Johnnie, suspecting everything he does.
Johnnie reaches into his pocket and takes out a cellular
phone.
GINO:
No, Johnnie. No goddamned phones.
Not now.
JOHNNIE:
Pop?
GINO:
Caesar, come here. Sit. We talk
now. You too, Johnnie.
Each man sits on either side of Gino.
GINO:
Caesar, look at me. Johnnie tell me
what happened. Caesar, you gotta do
me a favor, a personal favor. For
me, eh? You gotta start respecting
Johnnie the way you respect me. You
understand? Good.
Caesar sees Johnnie smiling at him, but when Gino turns, the
smile disappears.
GINO:
And you, Johnnie. You gonna stop
acting stupid. You gotta earn this
respect that Caesar's gonna give.
You understand? Good. Done. Now,
where's my money?
Corky drops a hefty bag, knotted tight, into an open five-
gallon bucket of paint.
As she picks up a paint stick, we see a second bag beside
another bucket.
She pushes the first bag down until it disappears, enveloped
by the milk-white liquid.
INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Caesar puts the briefcase onto the coffee table.
Gino looks up at Caesar, very serious, with his hand on the
case.
GINO:
We know how this was done, eh?
CAESAR:
Yeah, I know.
He looks dead at Johnnie.
GINO:
It won't happen again, eh?
Caesar shakes his head.
GINO:
Good.
Gino throws down the last of the Scotch.
GINO:
Done. We go now.
JOHNNIE:
Jesus Christ, Pop. You got two hours
until your plane leaves.
Gino checks his watch, shouting in Italian. Johnnie shouts
back until Gino throws up his hands, refusing to listen.
GINO:
Caesar!
He gestures to his empty glass, then folds his arms, leaning
back. Caesar gets the bottle.
JOHNNIE:
So Caesar, what did it total out at?
CAESAR:
Two point one seventy-six.
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