Marty Page #29

He turns away sulking. Marty doesn't pick up the phone but

returns to his seat, upset.

JOE:

Another book that I read by Mickey

Spillane, I can't remember the name

of it, but it was about this red-

headed tramp he finds inna street,

and he gives her some dough, because

he's sorry for her... Wait a minute,

I think that's the same book I was

telling you about before...

MARTY:

(to Angie)

You didn't like her at all?

ANGIE:

A nothing. A real nothing.

Marty lowers his head. Over this, Joe's VOICE DRONES on.

JOE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

You know something...?

CAMERA ANGLE HOLDS on Marty looking down, as Joe's VOICE

continues.

JOE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

...I can't tell one-a those Mickey

Spillane books from the other, but

he's a real good writer, though...

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

SNYDER APARTMENT. NIGHT

CLOSE ON television screen. Ed Sullivan is on, indicating

the time is a little after half past seven. CAMERA PULLS

BACK, disclosing Clara, Mr. and Mrs. Snyder in their living

room. Apparently the Sullivan show is very funny at the

moment, for the television audience roars with laughter.

CAMERA MOVES IN CLOSE ON Clara. Another ROAR of LAUGHTER

from the television that Clara watches, although her eyes

are flooded with tears, several of which have already traced

wet paths down her cheeks. Another ROAR of laughter.

DISSOLVE TO:

PILLETTI HOME, DINING ROOM. NIGHT.

Marty, Mrs. Pilletti and Catherine are eating silently at

the table. Catherine reads an Italian newspaper as she eats.

MRS. PILLETTI

So what are you gonna do tonight,

Marty?

MARTY:

I don't know, Ma. I'm all knocked

out. I think I'll just hang arounna

house and watch...

Suddenly he pauses, sharply aware of the repetition in his

life. Mrs. Pilletti is also aware of it.

MARTY:

Maybe, I'll go out and see what Angie

and the boys are doing...

They eat silently a moment.

187TH STREET. BAR. NIGHT.

CLOSE-UP of Marty leaning against the wall in front of the

bar. A group of young men lounge about, killing time.

Angie, Leo and Joe are among them. There are perhaps four or

five other young MEN, loosely divided into two groups. The

group that concerns us has Marty and the others mentioned

and GEORGE, a young man in a sport jacket.

LEO:

What time is it?

JOE:

About eight o'clock.

ANGIE:

(to George)

You don't feel like going downna

Seventy-Second Street?

GEORGE:

It'll take an hour anna hour back,

and the whole evening's gone.

JOE:

What's playing on Fordham Road? I

think there's a good picture in the

Loew's Paradise.

GEORGE:

You guys feel like working up a game-

a cards?

ANGIE:

Come on, let's go down Seventy-Second

Street, walk around. We're sure to

wind up with something.

CLOSE-UP of Marty, his head down, his eyes closed. The group

continues their dialogue back and forth. Their VOICES can be

heard as Marty's head slowly comes up.

JOE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

I'll never forgive LaGuardia for

cutting out burlesque outta New York

City...

GEORGE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

There's a burlesque in Union City.

Let's go over to Union City...

ANGIE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

Yeah, you're the one who don't even

wanna take a ride onna subway for

half an hour. Now, you wanna go alla

way over to Union City...

GEORGE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

I feel like playing cards. I saw

Richie Rizzo, that's what he said he

felt like doing...

JOE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

I don't feel like playing cards.

Waddaya feel like doing tonight,

Angie?

ANGIE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

I don't know. Wadda you feel like

doing?

JOE'S VOICE

(off-screen)

I don't know, Angie. Wadda you feel

like doing?

A fury rises in Marty's face. He cries out at them.

MARTY:

"What are you doing tonight?"... "I

don't know, what are you doing?!"...

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