Marty Page #22

MRS. PILLETTI

Sure.

Marty and Clara move toward the kitchen.

MARTY:

All right, Ma. I'll be back in about

an hour, an hour anna half.

MRS. PILLETTI

Sure.

CLARA:

Goodnight, Mrs. Pilletti.

MRS. PILLETTI

Goodnight.

Marty and Clara go out through the kitchen. CAMERA STAYS on

Mrs. Pilletti, who stands expressionlessly by her chair,

staring after them. She remains there rigid even after the

kitchen door has OPENED and SHUT.

FORDHAM ROAD. NIGHT

The biggest intersection in the Bronx is near the Grand

Concourse at Fordham Road, which is the biggest boulevard.

Despite the hour, the sidewalks are crowded with PEOPLE. The

TRAFFIC is heavy with buses.

We PICK UP Angie walking up Fordham Road just about to the

Grand Concourse. As he reaches the northeast corner of the

intersection and stands, waiting for the light to change, he

looks off-screen. Something captures his attention, and he

calls out.

ANGIE:

Hey!!

STREET OUTSIDE A DEPARTMENT STORE.

In front of Alexander's Department Store, the street is

crowded, and a bus queue waits for the downtown Concourse

bus. Marty and Clara are part of the queue.

ANGIE:

(starting toward Marty

and Clara, shouting)

Hey!

Angie starts into the street without waiting for the lights

to change. Impatiently, he has to wait until traffic stops

for the light.

ANGIE:

(shouting as he goes)

Hey, Marty! Hey!

Marty and Clara still stand, seeming not to hear Angie.

ANGIE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

Hey, Marty! Marty!

Marty and Clara turn and stare off-screen.

Angie pushes his way through the CROWD on the sidewalk and

manages to join Marty and Clara.

ANGIE:

Where you been, for Pete sakes?! I

been looking all over for you.

MARTY:

I looked for you, Angie, before I

cut out, but I couldn't find you.

ANGIE:

I been looking all over for you!

Angie is absolutely unaware of, or simply refuses to

acknowledge the presence of the girl. He has pushed himself

in between Marty and Clara, and addresses himself entirely

to Marty.

MARTY:

What happened, Angie, was that we

thought we were just gonna go for a

short walk, and then we thought we

were gonna come right back, but we

got to talking. Listen, Angie, I

want you to meet Clara...

(he tries to turn the

sullen Angie toward

Clara)

Clara, this is my best friend, Angie.

I told you about him.

CLARA:

How do you do?

Angie acknowledges the introduction with a surly nod.

ANGIE:

(completely ignoring

Clara now)

Waddaya gonna do now?

MARTY:

I'm gonna take Clara home. It's close

to one.

ANGIE:

You want me to ride down with you?

MARTY:

What for?

ANGIE:

It's early.

MARTY:

It must be one o'clock.

ANGIE:

It's Saturday night! There's still

plenty-a action around!

MARTY:

Angie, by the time I get Clara home,

it's gonna be one, one-thirty. By

the time I get home, it's gonna be

two o'clock. I gotta get up for ten

o'clock mass tomorrow.

Angie stares with thick, sullen jealousy at his best friend.

He turns sharply and starts away from Marty and Clara.

ANGIE:

(as he goes)

All right, I'll see you!

MARTY:

(calling after him)

Where you going?

Angie, feeling rejected and jealous, moves swiftly out into

the other PEDESTRIANS on Fordham Road.

MARTY:

(calling more loudly

after him)

I'll see you tomorrow after mass!

He stares for a moment at the departing form of his friend,

then turns to Clara with a shrug and a smile, as if to say,

"I don't know what's the matter with him." The long-awaited

downtown bus ROARS up to the corner, blocking our view of

Marty and Clara.

LOWER-MIDDLE-CLASS BRONX STREET. NIGHT.

Marty and Clara stroll along the walk toward the front doors

of an apartment house.

APARTMENT HOUSE LOBBY. NIGHT.

Marty and Clara enter and cross the lobby toward the stairway.

They move slowly.

MARTY:

You got an elevator in this house?

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