Mobsters Page #13

REGISTRATION CLERK

Excuse me, Mr. Caper.

The Clerk disappears, then reappears trailing the Manager.

MANAGER:

There seems to be some confusion

about your registration. I believe I

can find you a place at the

Ambassador. Many persons of the Jewish

faith find it quite...

AL CAPONE:

I ain't no f***in' kike!

MANAGER:

I'm sorry, sir. Our clientele is

restricted to White Anglo-Saxons.

AL CAPONE:

And I ain't no n*gger either!

MANAGER:

Sir, we do not use such names at our

hotel.

Capone lifts the manager's tie onto the counter and fingers

it menacingly.

AL CAPONE:

I call 'em n*ggers and kikes, but I

let 'em into my f***in' hotel.

The Desk Clerk signals for the House Detective, who hurries

across the lobby.

MANAGER:

You own a hotel, sir?

AL CAPONE:

The Bismark in Chicago. You familiar?

Capone pulls a cute little pistol out of his jacket and uses

the manager's tie to shine the barrel.

MANAGER:

A fine establishment, Mr. Caper.

Capone YANKS the tie, pulling the manager closer.

AL CAPONE:

And the name ain't Caper.

The House Detective lays a hand on Capone's shoulder.

HOUSE DETECTIVE:

Look, buddy. What's the big idea?

Releasing the Manager's tie, Capone turns around.

HOUSE DETECTIVE:

Mister Capone! Excuse me.

Behind them, the Manager falls in a dead faint.

CUT TO:

EXT:
THE BOARDWALK - MORNING

A dozen canopied roller-chairs, each with two passengers

pushed by a Negro attendant, move along the Boardwalk.

AT THE END OF THE BOARDWALK

the dark-suited gangsters alight from the roller-chairs,

remove their shoes and socks, roll up their pants, and walk

to the water's edge to discuss their business in complete

privacy.

BUGSY SIEGEL AND MOE DALITZ

walk as the surf washes over their feet.

SIEGEL:

We get together, we can tell those

greedy Scotsmen what we're gonna pay

for their whiskey.

MOE DALITZ:

Makes sense. But who's the Boss?

SIEGEL:

There ain't no Boss.

FRANK COSTELLO:

and the gentle giant, ALBERT SCALISE, enter the frame as

Siegel and Dalitz exit.

ALBERT SCALISE:

But I don't understand. Is this a

Sicilian operation? A Calabrian

operation? A Jew operation?

FRANK:

It's an American operation. Everybody

gets a vote.

ALBERT SCALISE:

But who's the Boss?

Costello shakes his head in frustration.

FRANK:

There ain't no Boss.

Scalise looks skeptically to Costello.

ALBERT SCALISE:

Come on, Frankie. You can tell me.

Who's the Boss?

AS COSTELLO AND SCALISE EXIT THE FRAME

Meyer Lansky and BOO-BOO HOFF enter.

LANSKY:

We have a commission. If there's a

dispute over territory, the commission

decides.

BOO-BOO HOFF

Tell me something, Meyer. How can

you get up at dawn to walk on the

beach if you're on your honeymoon?

LANSKY:

The commission don't decide how I

spend my honeymoon.

BOO-BOO HOFF

Hey, I ignore my wife too. But on

our honeymoon I paid attention.

LANSKY:

Boo-Boo.

BOO-BOO HOFF

Not another word.

CHARLIE ENTERS THE FRAME

his arm around the shoulder of Al Capone.

AL CAPONE:

What you're sayin' makes a lotta

sense. Ya know, if I keep on killin'

people like I have, I won't have no

more friends left!

LUCIANO:

You've got the public upset, Al.

AL CAPONE:

But you know I never killed nobody

that didn't deserve it.

LUCIANO:

When the people get so upset, our

politician friends gotta listen.

AL CAPONE:

What are ya tellin' me, Charlie?

Charlie stops and grips Capone by both shoulders.

LUCIANO:

We're asking you to go to prison.

AL CAPONE:

But I've never served a day.

LUCIANO:

If it wasn't important for everybody,

we wouldn't ask. We got friends in

Philly. They can send you up for a

couple months on a weapons charge.

AL CAPONE:

Awwh, Charlie.

LUCIANO:

Minimum security. You'll have

everything but broads.

Not wanting to face up to this, Capone avoids Charlie's gaze.

LUCIANO:

Al, you owe me one.

Capone kicks the sand.

AL CAPONE:

Sh*t!

CUT TO:

INT:
LUCIANO'S OFFICE - DAY

CLOSE - On the sinister face of "Mad Dog" Coll, free lance

killer for hire, as he stares directly into the camera. A

chilling smile plays tentatively on his mouth, as though he

can't decide whether to charm or intimidate.

MAD DOG COLL:

You're forgetin'. I don't work for

the Boss...' less he's got a couple

grand and somebody ta be rid of.

From behind his desk, Charlie regards him with cold contempt.

LUCIANO:

Civilian gets blown away, cops come

to me for answers.

MAD DOG COLL:

You own the motherfuckin' police!

LUCIANO:

There's rules. And number one is no

contract jobs in my territory.

Coll leans toward Charlie, letting the full force of his

psychotic personality cast it's pall.

MAD DOG COLL:

If I played by the rules, I'd be

sellin' f***in' hats.

IN THE HALLWAY:

Coll enters the elevator, nodding to the Operator.

MAD DOG COLL:

First floor.

As the Operator pulls the door shut, a huge hand stops it.

Two broken-nosed THUGS climb on board, crowding Coll back

into a corner. The First Thug moves nose to nose with Coll.

FIRST THUG:

Basement.

IN CHARLIE'S OFFICE

Vito sticks his head through the door.

VITO NOTO:

Boss wants you right away.

CUT TO:

INT:
MASSERIA'S LIMOUSINE - DAY

Charlie sits in the back with Masseria, who's clearly in a

foul mood. Vito drives, anxiously watching the Boss in the

mirror.

LUCIANO:

Where we headed?

MASSERIA:

Wassa matter, Mr. Big Shot. Don't

have time for my business no more?

LUCIANO:

Boss, I got all the time you need.

MASSERIA:

I know about you.

Ignoring the taunt, Luciano turns and looks out the window.

MASSERIA:

And what went on your little party

in Atlantic City. I got ears.

LUCIANO:

That little party's gonna make you a

lotta money.

MASSERIA:

MONEY DON'T MEAN SH*T!

LUCIANO:

Didn't know you felt that way.

Masseria hauls off and backhands Charlie across the face.

MASSERIA:

Don't you smart talk me!

Charlie stares at Masseria, stone-faced. Wanting to kill

this bastard, but the time ain't right.

OUTSIDE THE LIMOUSINE

as it pulls up past a car parked halfway up the sidewalk.

Next to it stands one of Masseria's Henchmen. It's a narrow

street in the garment district, little more than a alleyway

between two broad avenues. Runners push racks of clothes.

Trucks making deliveries clog the passage of traffic.

BACK IN THE LIMO

Masseria slaps a pistol into Charlie's palm.

MASSERIA:

You and Vito are gonna pull that

payroll job. Right now.

LUCIANO:

You gotta plan these things.

MASSERIA:

And I got it all planned.

In the front seat, Vito nods for Charlie to go along. The

pistol lays in Charlie's lap, aimed at Masseria. Charlie's

finger strokes the trigger. Masseria notices and baits him

with the unnerving calm of the truly mad.

MASSERIA:

Go ahead, Charlie. We can always

fight this out in Hell.

Charlie lifts the pistol off his lap and trains it on the

Boss.

MASSERIA:

You're wasting my time, Charlie.

Battling his every instinct, Charlie lowers the pistol and

slips it into his jacket.

MASSERIA:

You'll never be the Boss. You're too

in love with livin'.

CHARLIE AND VITO CLIMB OUT OF THE LIMO

and the Henchman climbs behind the wheel.

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