Goodfellas Page #5
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- 1990
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FREEZE ON MAILMAN'S face, smeared against the hot stove.
RENKY (V.O.)
That was it. No more letters from
truant officers. No more letters
from school. In fact, no more
letters from anybody. How could I
go back to school after that and
pledge allegiance to the flag and
sit through good government
bullshit.
WE SEE HENRY entering a mob social club, nodding to a
friendly COP lounging outside, past WISEGUYS in sleeveless
underwear sunning themselves in front of the club. WE SEE
A COUPLE OF MENACING HOODS smile and nod hello at HENRY.
HOODS are cooking sausages and peppers on grill. There are
bottles of homemade wine and keg of beer.
WE SEE PAUL VAHIO holding court while eating a sausage
sandwich. There are HOODS standing around him at a
respectful distance. Only TODDY approaches him with ease.
WE SEE A HOOD talk to TODDY. WE SEE TODDY relay the message
to PAUL. WE SEE PAUL say something to TODDY, who nods back
to the HOOD and then motions to HENRY to come over. WE
SEE TODDY bend down a little and whisper in HENRY's ear.
HENRY (V.O.)
Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie
and he got a piece of everything
they made. It was tribute, just
like the old country, except they
were doing it in America. All
they got from Paulie was protection
from other guys looking to rip
them off. That's what it's all
about. That's what the FBI can
never understand -- that what Paulie
and the organization does is offer
protection for people who can't go
to the cops. They're like the police
department for wiseguys.
WE SEE TUDDY in his car, hand HENRY a hammer, some rags, -
and a five-gallon can of gasoline.
TODDY:
(driving away)
I'll be up at the corner.
WE SEE HENRY break the windows of about six cars parked
facing the sidewalk.
HENRY (V.O.)
People locked at me differently.
They knew I was with somebody.
HE SEE HENRY shove the gas-soaked rags through the broken
car windows. HENRY looks up the block where TODDY has
parked. HE SEE TODDY (from HENRY'S LOT) look around and
nod. HENRY immediately begins tossing lighted matchbooks
through the smashed car windows.
HENRY (V.O.)
I didn't have to wait on line at
the bakery on Sunday morning anymore
for fresh bread. The owner knew
who I was with, and he'd come from
around the counter, no matter how
many people were waiting. I was
taken care of first.
Suddenly the night explodes in orange brightness. WE SEE
HENRY begin to run toward TUDDY"s car as the cars he has
ignited begin to explode behind him.
HENRY (V.O.)
Our neighbors didn't park in our
driveway anymore, even though we
didn't have a car. At thirteen, I
was making more money than most of
the grownups in the neighborhood.
I had more money than I could spend.
I had it all.
FREEZE ON HENRY'S a silhouette against the darkness like a
man in hell.
HENRY (V.O.)
One day some of the kids from the
neighborhood carried my mother's
groceries all the way home for
her. It was out of respect.
CUT TO:
EXT. HENRY'S HOUSE - DAY
HENRY'S MOTHER opens door of house, bright daylight.
MOTHER'S POV
She sees grey lizard shoes, grey pinstriped trousers, grey
silk shirt, Billy Eckstein collar, yellow silk tie, and
double-breasted jacket. She looks up and sees HENRY'S
smiling face.
MOTHER:
(aghast)
My God! You look like a gangster.
CUT TO:
SCREAMING MAN:
Running toward the pizzeria, holding his hand.
EXT.:
PIZZERIA - DAYWE SEE HENRY standing near front of store.
MAN:
(screaming)
I've been shot! Help! Help!
TUDDY:
(from rear of store,
to Henry)
Close the door. Don't let him in.
HENRY grabs a chair, takes it outside for the MAN to sit
on and closes the pizzeria door.
The MAS collapses in the seat and HENRY immediately starts
wrapping the MAN'S shredded and bleeding hand in his apron.
The MAN is turning white and praying.
HENRY:
(soothing the man)
It's okay. It's okay. They're
getting an ambulance.
WE SEE HENRY prop the MAN in his chair and race into the
pizzeria for more aprons which he takes outside and wraps
around the MAN'S bleeding hand, just as an ambulance pulls
up.
WE SEE TODDY come up behind HENRY as the MAN is rushed
away.
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