Game 6 Page #12

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Driver's name plate --

MOSEBY:

TOYOTA:

NICKY:

I loved my taxi. A checkered cab.

Big and rumbly.

TOYOTA:

I'm looking at you trying to think.

Put your face in the mirror. I know

I recognize you from somewhere.

NICKY:

Everybody else does. Why not you?

TOYOTA:

You're Frankie Lazzaro. The

gangster from Rhode Island.

NICKY:

Oh yeah?

TOYOTA:

Matthew, look at him. When I lived

in Roxbury, the media followed this

man everywhere. He was bigger than

ten movie stars.

(to Nicky)

Where's your white Lincoln limo?

Nicky is delighted at the mistake and alters his voice

slightly, using a gangsterish inflection.

NICKY:

(to Matthew)

Some little kid stole the hubcaps.

TOYOTA:

The most charming gangster in New

England. Where are we going, Mr.

Lazzaro?

NICKY:

Call me Frankie. And it looks like

we're going nowhere.

TOYOTA:

Might be an accident on the West

Side Highway.

NICKY:

How come you got the kid with you?

TOYOTA:

Matthew's my grandson.

NICKY:

A grandmother. God bless you.

TOYOTA:

He does bless me, each and every

day. Matthew's mother works a

hospital shift, so I pick him up at

school. We stop for a meal usually

around this time. He does his

homework and gets some experience

meeting people. But we never had a

famous mobster before.

NICKY:

It's the kid's lucky day.

TOYOTA:

This is one charming crook. If

shooting people is charming.

NICKY:

Now that's a complicated subject.

TOYOTA:

That's a simple subject.

NICKY:

Look, we're stuck here front and

back. It's dinnertime for you, game

time for me. Let's park the cab and

go to Mannion's. What do you say,

Matthew? We'll drink beer and talk

baseball.

GRAINY IMAGE:

Filling the screen. Actual footage. A man in a parachute

coming down on an expanse of grass. It is the infield at Shea

Stadium. He carries a sign reading "Let's Go, Mets". Security

men hustle the parachutist off the field and into the Mets

dugout as the game begins.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN

We see that the image is on a TV screen over the bar. The

place is crowded, a neighborhood tavern.

Near the door:
Nicky embracing the owner, a beefy man named

Georgie. People coming and going.

NICKY:

Georgie.

GEORGIE:

Nicky, God bless. You're well? Your

family's well? That's all that

counts.

NICKY:

Are you absolutely sure?

GEORGIE:

Hey. I love this guy. Be good. Stay

well. I'm serious: Give my best to

everybody.

They embrace.

Faces lining the bar.

TV images from the game.

People at tables standing occasionally for a better look at

the game.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE TABLE -LATER

Nicky sits facing Toyota and Matthew. A young waiter is

placing their food on the table.

MATTHEW:

What happens if somebody comes in

here right now and shoots you?

NICKY:

This place becomes famous. Tour

buses. Blind people feeling around

for bullet holes in the wall.

TOYOTA:

You see what you're doing, don't

you?

NICKY:

What am I doing?

TOYOTA:

You're charming the boy.

NICKY:

Hey, Toyota. He asked me a

question.

TOYOTA:

Frankie Lazzaro. Coming down the

courthouse steps every day in the

media. Children see this. They

think you're the Secretary of the

Treasury.

NICKY:

That's my cousin, Angelo.

INT. THE BARRYMORE THEATER - DRESSING ROOM

The actor Peter Redmond and the director Jack Haskins. A

second actor, who is about fifteen, witnesses the exchange.

JACK:

This could be it.

PETER:

This could be it.

JACK:

This could be it.

PETER:

This could be it.

JACK:

Does it feel comfortable?

PETER:

Does what feel comfortable?

JACK:

This could be it.

PETER:

This could be it.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE MAIN ROOM - LATER

People cluster around TV sets.

Raucous noise.

A waiter with a tray of food standing transfixed, watching

the game.

Nicky is now sitting next to Matthew and they are watching

the game.

MATTHEW:

What's it like to shoot somebody?

NICKY:

I respect a kid who does his

homework in a taxi. But let's put a

lid on the questions.

TOYOTA:

Go on, tell him. Tell the truth.

Tell him how you feel, shooting a

piece of hot metal in somebody's

flesh who was once a child, who was

once the same age as this boy.

Somebody's flesh who was innocent

once.

NICKY:

It's complicated. It's a whole

life. A person doesn't commit an

act of violence out of nowhere.

There are strong forces at work.

TV audio:
derisive shouts from the stadium crowd directed at

Red Sox players.

Action on the field.

TV VOICES:

Dew-eeey! Rog-errr!

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