Mobsters Page #10

LANSKY AND LUCIANO

scarves pulled across their faces, race toward the truck

from opposite sides of the road. They beat their pistols on

its sides, and order the men to throw their guns out.

SIEGEL RIPS THE TOP OFF A BAG OF ROCK SALT

and pours the contents across the grade. He trots toward the

front of the truck, his pistol leveled at the Driver.

COSTELLO -- ALSO MASKED

moves out of the woods toward the rear of the truck, as Siegel

roughly drags the Driver around to the back of the truck.

Costello shoves his pistol under the Driver's chin.

FRANK:

(IN ITALIAN)

Tell them to throw their guns out!

DRIVER:

(IN ITALIAN)

It's impossible. Do as they say!

Costello pulls the driver in front of him as a shield. Siegel

climbs up onto the rear bumper and unlatches the door.

AMIDST THE STACKED CASES OF SCOTCH

stand two Guards in long coats.

FRANK:

(IN ITALIAN)

Throw out your guns and coats!

The Guards comply, and step off the truck, hands raised over

their heads. Luciano, Lansky, Costello, and Siegel surround

them, all still masked, all with guns leveled. Siegel pats

the First Guard down. He pulls an antique gold watch from

the man's vest pocket. The Guard grabs for Siegel's hand.

FIRST GUARD:

No!

Luciano and Lansky move in closer to Bugsy.

LUCIANO:

Forget it.

SIEGEL:

F*** 'em.

Siegel jerks his hand away, gripping the watch in his fist

beside his face. The Guard grabs at the watch, catching

Bugsy's scarf, and pulling it from his face.

SIEGEL:

Knocks the Guard to the ground, beating him viciously with

his pistol. As the Guard begs for mercy, Siegel slams the

barrel of his pistol into the Guard's mouth, and fires. Siegel

stands up and looks to the Second Guard.

TRUCK HORN BLASTS

A pair of headlight beams swing across the scene, as a second

truck, identical to the first, screeches to a halt just short

of the fallen tree. The Second Guard makes a run, but Siegel

cuts him down.

THE DRIVER BREAKS AWAY FROM COSTELLO

and dives into the foliage of the fallen tree.

GUNMEN:

pour out of the second truck and open fire. Shots ring out

from both sides, with the Driver caught in the middle.

LUCIANO:

runs to the front of the truck and jumps behind the wheel.

The engine whines, but won't turn over.

COSTELLO AND LANSKY

seek cover along the sides of the truck, but Siegel charges

boldly out into the open, firing into the foliage of the

tree.

ON THE ROOF OF THE SECOND TRUCK

a gunman draws a bead on Siegel as he advances on the tree.

As if by instinct, Siegel looks up at the gunman on the roof

and blasts him away. Tossing the pistol aside, he pulls

another from his coat.

AS THE TRUCK ROARS TO LIFE - COSTELLO AND LANSKY

climb into the back, shouting for Siegel to join them.

SIEGEL CONTINUES TO BLAST AWAY

at the fallen tree, when another gunman jumps out from behind

the truck, and wings Bugsy on the right hand.

BUGSY RETREATS TO THE DEPARTING TRUCK

Looking back as Meyer and Frank pull him aboard. The Driver

crawls out of the branches of the fallen tree, and on toward

the second truck.

OUTSIDE THE TRUCK

as it roars up the grade, rear tires catching on the salt.

The truck bounces over the tracks, and speeds on down the

road.

INSIDE THE TRUCK

Charlie slams a fist against the steering wheel.

LUCIANO:

SH*T!

Lansky leans through the window from the rear of the truck.

LANSKY:

We'll figure out something.

LUCIANO:

I'm supposed to be at my old man's

for Christmas dinner at eight.

CUT TO:

INT:
LUCIANO FAMILY DINING ROOM - NIGHT

In a respectable, middle class apartment, Antonio, Rosalie,

Bartolo, Bartolo's wife, and his two small children, sit

glumly around a table groaning with holiday delicacies.

Bartolo picks up a knife and moves to carve the turkey.

Antonio erupts.

ANTONIO LUCIANO:

LEAVE IT ALONE!

BARTOLO:

The food's already cold. We gotta

wait for the rats to come out?

Antonio glares at him. Bartolo tosses the knife onto the

table. The doorbell rings. Bartolo jumps up to answer it.

OUTSIDE THE DOOR

where Charlie waits with his arms full of gifts. As Bartolo

opens the door, Charlie catches sight of his father's deathly

stare. He sets the gifts an a chair and hands Bart a wad of

twenties.

CHARLIE:

When the old man calms down give him

this.

Charlie fishes around in his pocket, and comes with a stunning

sapphire necklace.

CHARLIE:

Tell Ma I'm sorry. I didn't have

time to get it wrapped.

CUT TO:

INT:
CHARLIE'S BEDROOM - DAY

Charlie paces the room, his brow furrowed with concern,

carrying the phone as he talks in low urgent tones.

IN THE LIVING ROOM - LANSKY, COSTELLO, AND SIEGEL

sit around the coffee table, still in the clothes they wore

for the hijack. The contents of the bar are scattered across

the coffee table, indicating serious drinking in progress.

Costello glowers at Siegel, as Bugsy uses his bandaged right

hand to pour a fresh measure of Scotch.

SIEGEL:

I got a booger hangin' out my nose,

paisan? Cause if I don't, I suggest

you step over to the f***in' mirror

and take a look.

Costello doesn't respond, but maintains his accusing gaze.

LANSKY:

Come off it, Bugs.

SIEGEL:

(mocking)

Come off it, Bugs.

LANSKY:

Ben-jamin.

Bugsy grabs the whiskey bottle, shatters it across the edge

of the table, and holds the jagged edge to his opposite wrist.

SIEGEL:

Is it blood ya want?

Siegel jams his wrist against the jagged edge, sparking a

trickle of blood. He holds his wrist over the table, letting

the blood drip into an empty glass. He "milks" his arm to

increase the flow of blood.

SIEGEL:

Tell me when ya got enough.

Lansky shakes his head in disgust.

LANSKY:

There's nothin' in this world crazier

than a crazy f***in' Jew.

A white shirt flies into Siegel's face. Charlie stands to

one side, bare-chested.

LUCIANO:

Wrap it.

Bugsy's bravado collapses in the face of Charlie's bloodless

calm. He wraps his arm. Luciano lowers himself into a chair.

LUCIANO:

Johnson's still on board. Even

Maranzano won't screw with Nucky in

Atlantic City. But everywhere else,

we got nothing but problems.

SIEGEL:

I'll knock 'em in, Charlie. I can do

it. Blow his f***in' head off. Get

rid of the bastard for good.

LUCIANO:

You wouldn't live out the week.

LANSKY:

We got exactly two choices, Maranzano

or Masseria.

SIEGEL:

They don't give a sh*t about us!

LUCIANO:

Masseria's scared. He might make our

deal.

SIEGEL:

We can't sell out to those guys.

They ain't businessmen!

But nobody pays the slightest attention to Bugsy's protests.

FRANK:

But Maranzano's got the men and the

brains.

LUCIANO:

Which is why he doesn't need us.

Frustrated at being ignored, Bugsy shouts.

SIEGEL:

All they care about is killing the

nephew of some guy who screwed their

grandmother fifty years ago!

Charlie continues in a calm, contained voice. Bugsy crosses

his arms across his chest and sulks.

LUCIANO:

At least Masseria plays by the rules.

Maranzano thinks he's God, and the

rules don't apply.

LANSKY:

Without us, Masseria don't stand a

chance, and he knows it.

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