Code of Silence Page #8
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 101 min
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Tony sorts through the closet looking for a jacket.
Gamiani comes in puffing with a clumsily wrapped present
under his arm.
GAMIANI:
Hey, Tony. What's shaking? Sorry I'm
late. I got stuck on Wacker. Some
spook...
TONY LUNA:
Victor Comacho is alive.
GAMIANI:
Oh sweet Jesus.
Diana is really angry at her father ignoring her.
DIANA:
You can't go now.
TONY LUNA:
Shut up!
He slaps her. She slaps him back, turns, grabs her purse,
and runs out.
Tony watches her go and turns to Gamiani.
TONY LUNA:
Put someone on the house. And you
keep an eye on her.
He nods out the door.
GAMIANI:
You got it, Tony. What about your
uncle?
TONY LUNA:
What Felix don't know doesn't hurt
him.
Molly comes down with the bag. Tony takes it from her and
starts out the door. Suddenly he turns back, snatches
Gamiani's present from his hands, and thrust it at his wife.
TONY LUNA:
Here. Happy birthday.
Tony rushes out the door. Gamiani goes to the phone.
Molly is left alone in the doorway.
EXT. EDDIE'S STREET - DAY
Eddie parks in front of his apartment building, leaves the
car, and enters the building.
INT. EDDIE'S HALL - DAY
Dead on his feet, Eddie reaches the top of the stairs and an
object comes flying at him out of the shadows. ODELL, a slim
10 year old black kid, fakes a series of karate kicks at
Eddie.
ODELL:
Bow to your master!
EDDIE:
Later, Odell. It's been a rough one.
ODELL:
Y' tellin me! We all seen it on the
TV!
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Odell!
EDDIE:
Bow to your master.
Odell takes off.
EDDIE:
Hey, Odell. Here, make yourself crazy.
The kid stops, and Eddie tosses him the Rubic's Cube.
Eddie nears his apartment, we hear a MALE VOICE SINGING.
INT. EDDIE'S APARTMENT - DAY
The door is ajar. Eddie lives in a modest apartment. FRED
PIRELLI, a great bear of a man, 65, sings at the top of his
lungs. He is bent over the space heater, tearing it apart.
PIRELLI:
You look like sh*t.
EDDIE:
Thanks, pal.
PIRELLI:
They had a shot on the tube of you
guys comin' out in front of the
building. How's Donato?
Eddie collapses on the sofa.
EDDIE:
Pissed cause he lost a shoe.
(pause)
Luis Comacho is in town.
PIRELLI:
He'll collect himself some scalps
before this one's over. Your answering
machine is on the fritz again. Some
woman with a fantastic voice was
callin' about comin' over this weekend
ta help you with somthin', and then
the tape went nuts.
EDDIE:
Want somthin' to drink?
PIRELLI:
Does the Pope sh*t in the woods? Is
a bear Catholic?
ODELL:
Me too.
Odell shows in the doorway. Eddie gets up and the kid tosses
him the Rubic's Cube -- all done.
Eddie looks at it, and the kid goes into the kitchen.
EDDIE:
I hate smart ass kids.
Odell laughs.
PIRELLI:
Gonna get down in the 30's tonight.
Your pilot light is out.
Eddie tosses the Cube into the waste basket and opens the
refrigerator.
EDDIE:
I've been told that more than once.
PIRELLI:
(seriously)
So, who you figure pulled out the
rug? Gypsies? Mob?
Eddie comes back into the living room, hands a beer and a
soda to Odell, and flops back on the sofa with his own beer.
EDDIE:
Somebody knew what they were doin'.
They blew the top off an anthill.
Pirelli reaches for his drink and Odell hands him the soda.
Pirelli grabs the beer before Odell can drink and switches.
PIRELLI:
I'd figure the Mob but Scalese ain't
that stupid.
(pause)
Hah! Sombody put the valve in
backwards.
Pirelli and Odell turn to Eddie who tries to look innocent --
but fails. Eddie purposefully studies the answering machine
on the coffee table in front of him.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Odell! I ain't calling you again!
ODELL:
Later, fellas.
Pirelli finishes with the heater, and gets up.
PIRELLI:
There. Heat.
EDDIE:
What was the Cubs final score?
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