Goodfellas Page #2

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HENRY:

Approaching TOMMY who is carrying a large folded package

under one arm.

TOMMY, followed by HENRY, walks over to the bar where JIMMY

and BILLY BATTS are talking. TOMMY drops the package on

the floor.

BILLY BATTS looks up.

JIMMY turns around and sees that TOMMY has a gun in his

hand.

JIMMY immediately grabs BATTS's arms and WE SEE TOMMY smash

the gun into the side of BATTS's head. WE SEE TOMMY hit

BATTS again and again as JIMMY continues to hold BATTS's

arms.

JIMMY:

(to Henry, while

pinning Batts's

arms)

Quick! Lock the door.

WE SEE TOMMY club BATTS to the ground with JIMMY holding

BATTS's arms.

CUT TO:

HENRY locking the door.

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BATTS'S INERT FORM -

on the floor.

WE SEE TOMMY unfold the package he had dropped near the

bar.

It is a plastic, flower-printed mattress cover.

TOMMY and JIMMY start putting BAITS's legs into the mattress

cover.

HENRY is standing over them as JIMMY and TOMMY struggle to

fit BAITS' s body into the mattress cover.

HENRY:

What are we going to do with him?

We can't dump him in the street.

JIMMY:

(to Henry)

Bring the car round back. I know a

place Upstate they'll never find

him.

TOMMY is looking brightly at HENRY, as he and JIMMY finally

zip BATTS in the mattress cover.

TOMMY:

I didn't want to get blood on your

floor.

EXT. REAR DRIVEWAY - THE SUITE - NIGHT

Darkness. The open trunk of HENRY 's car. The mattress

cover is being shoved into the trunk by the THREE MEN. It

is heavy work.

HENRY:

Batts's made. His whole crew is

going to be looking for him. This

is f***ing bad.

TOMMY:

There's a shovel at my mother's.

INT. TOMMY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Darkness in the kitchen. We hear noise of doors opening

and tools being banged around in the dark.

TOMMY:

SSHHH. You'll wake 'er up.

Suddenly the light in the entryway goes on, and WE SEE

TOMMY'S MOTHER, in housecoat, beaming at her SON and his

FRIENDS.

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where TOMMY'S MOTHER' hovers over the seated TOMMY, HENRY

and JIMMY. The table is filled with plates and coffee cops

and the debris of dirty dishes.

MOTHER:

(to all)

Have some more. Yon hardly touched

anything. Did Tommy tell you about

my painting? Look.

WE SEE her reach next to the refrigerator and pull up a

couple of oil paintings she props on the edge of the table.

MOTHER (CONTD)

(proudly)

They want me to do a portrait next.

I'm gonna do the Moan Lisa.

CUT TO:

WINDOW:

where WE SEE HENRY 's car with the body in the trunk, still

parked at the curb.

INT. HENRY'S CAR - NIGHT

Finally on their way, HENRY is driving. JIMMY, in the

passenger's seat, and TOMMY, in the rear seat, embracing

the shovel, are dozing off. The sleepy humming of the wheels

is suddenly interrupted by a thumping sound. At first,

HENRY thinks he has a flat, but the thumping is too

irregular. JIMMY awakens. His eyes are on HENRY. TOMMY

leans forward from the rear seat. Silence. Thump Silence.

EXT. MERRITT PARKWAY - NIGHT

Car pulls off the road onto the grass. HENRY, JIMMY and

TOMMY, still holding the shovel, get out of the car.

TOMMY:

Jesus Christ! Miserable bastard!

HENRY opens the trunk and steps back. In the trunk light

WE SEE the mattress cover squirming around. We hear muffled

groans.

TOMMY:

(raising the shovel)

Can you believe this no-good f***?

The prick! He's still alive.

TOMMY suddenly smashes the shovel into the moving, bloody

mattress cover. He smashes it again and again and again.

Cursing BATTS with every swing.

TOMMY:

Rat bastard.

(he swings shovel)

No-good, low-life f***.

TOMMY swings shovel again and again.

Soon the mattress cover stops squirming and TOMMY stops

swinging the shovel. He is exhausted. TOMMY and JIMMY get

back in the car. HENRY is facing the open trunk.

TILT UP and FREEZE ON HENRY'S face slamming the trunk shut.

HENRY (V.O.)

As far back as I can remember, I

always wanted to be a gangster.

MAIN TITLE:

GOOD FELLAS:

UNFREEZE and

DISSOLVE TO:

HENRY - AS A CHILD

looking out his bedroom window.

TITLE - EAST NEW YORK: BROOKLYN. 1955.

HENRY (V.O.)

To me, being a gangster was better

than being President of the United

States.

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