Mobsters Page #19

INT:
LUCIANO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

In the shadows, legs fly, chests heave, hips grind, and voice

pant as Charlie and Gay celebrate his triumph over Masseria

with nearly comic abandon.

FADE TO:

INT:
GRAND CONCOURSE HALL - NIGHT

A riot of religious images. Crosses. Statues of the Virgin.

Pictures of obscure Italian saints. And amidst this orgy of

piety, three hundred formally dressed mobsters, gathered

together from across America, seated in regimented rows.

ON THE DAIS:

In a huge, thronelike chair, sits Don Maranzano. A solid

gold cross befitting a Cardinal, hangs form his neck. On

either side are the heads of the five families. Charlie sits

at Maranzano's right hand, the designated crown prince.

MARANZANO RISES FROM HIS THRONE

and stretches out his arms in benediction.

MARANZANO:

Honorable men. I welcome you today

as your Supreme Ruler. The Boss of

All Bosses. Capo di Tutti Capi!

Maranzano basks in the waves of applause as the mobsters

stand and cheer. The rest of the dais rises, until only

Charlie remains seated. After a moment, he to rises and

applauds.

MARANZANO:

In order to give you my complete and

objective leadership, I have turned

over all my personal business

interests to the other members of my

family.

The audience responds with enthusiastic applause.

MARANZANO:

In return for my sacrifice, I will

receive a fair and proportionate

share of the proceeds of all the

families across the country.

Maranzano pauses, and is rewarded with a grudging response.

MARANZANO:

Each of you will be part of one of

the five families, and the Capo for

each family will report personally

to me.

The men on the dais stand as he introduces them.

MARANZANO:

Please pay your respects to our noble

leaders. Mr. Thomas Gagliano. Mr.

Joseph Bonnano. Mr. Joseph Profaci.

Mr. Vincent Mangano.

Maranzano turns toward Charlie.

MARANZANO:

And Mr. Salvatore Luciano, who will

supervise the entire operation under

my direction.

The audience SHOUTS it's approval. Maranzano smiles uneasily

as Charlie acknowledges the reception.

MARANZANO:

I ask you now to come forward, to

show our unalterable unity as

brothers, dedicated only to the

highest of human values.

THE MOBSTERS LINE UP DOWN THE CENTER AISLE

Al Capone climbs the steps to the dais, hands a cash-stuffed

envelope to the factotum at Maranzano's side, falls to his

knees, and kisses the Don's jewel-encrusted ring.

IN THE BACK OF THE HALL

Frank Costello huddles with Boo Boo Hoff.

AS THE LAST MOBSTER RISES

from in front of Maranzano, The Don turns to the men behind

him on the dais. Each moves in turn to Maranzano, hands over

his envelope to the factotum, and kneels to kiss the ring.

COSTELLO APPROACHES CHARLIE ON THE DAIS

handing him a fat envelope for the Don. Luciano looks inside

at the fistful of thousand dollar bills.

FRANK:

Mad Dog Coll's in town on a job.

LUCIANO:

Who hired the bastard?

FRANK:

Maranzano. Ta ice you.

CHARLIE HOLDS HIS GROUND FOR A MOMENT

then claps Costello solidly across the back. He moves to

Maranzano, handing his envelope directly to the Boss.

CLOSE - ON LUCIANO AS HE KNEELS

struggling against his urge to kill Maranzano here and now.

He presses his lips against the ring.

MARANZANO:

I am your Papa now.

CUT TO:

INT:
LUCIANO APARTMENT - NIGHT

Luciano, Costello, Siegel and Lansky huddle in the living

room, still in their evening wear.

FRANK:

I ain't sure there is a way ta get

at Maranzano. Masseria tried for six

months and never got a shot.

Charlie glowers at the others.

LUCIANO:

There's a way. We just ain't thinkin'

hard enough.

A deadly silence falls over the room.

IN THE DARKENED BEDROOM - SAME

Gay stands by the window gazing out into the night, the

remnants of a drink in her hand. She spots a man looking up

at the window from the street several floors below, and draws

the curtains over the window.

ON THE STREET - SAME

A BURST OF FLAME illuminates the sinister face of Mad Dog

Coll as he lights a cigarette.

IN THE BEDROOM:

Gay peeks through the curtains at Coll.

IN THE LIVING ROOM - SAME

The boys sit in pained silence, desperate for an idea that

will save their lives. Gay walks in from the bedroom, drink

in hand.

GAY ORLOVA:

Charlie?

LUCIANO:

(snapping)

I'm doin' business here!

GAY ORLOVA:

But there's...

Grabbing a bottle of Scotch, Charlie thrusts it at Gay.

LUCIANO:

Here. That hold a while?

Hurt, Gay retreats to the bedroom. Charlie winces, knowing

he's f***ed up.

IN THE BEDROOM:

Gay lays across the bed, her face buried in a pillow. Charlie

enters, closing the door behind himself.

LUCIANO:

I'm gettin' more like my old man

every year.

Gay rolls over, teary eyed, as Charlie sits down next to

her.

GAY ORLOVA:

I'm gonna lose you, Charlie.

LUCIANO:

It'll all be over tomorrow. No more

wars. No more killin'. Just livin'

normal like everybody else.

(a beat)

You'll be stuck with me for good.

Gay pulls herself into his embrace, wanting to believe it.

LUCIANO:

Your friends in London still have

that house in the country?

Gay shakes her head "yes".

LUCIANO:

If you wanted to get married, maybe

we could honeymoon there.

Choking back her tears, Gay shakes her head "yes" again.

Charlie turns Gay's face to his own, and kisses her.

LUCIANO:

Is it okay if I go back to work?

Smiling through tears, Gay nods "yes" once again. The camera

pans up from the bed to the window. Below, WE SEE Mad Dog

Coll still waiting on the street.

BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM

Charlie, suppressing a smile, plops down into a chair amidst

his disheartened pals. He baits Meyer.

LUCIANO:

Meyer, ain't anybody ever told you

ya look more like a bookkeeper than

a f***in' mobster?

LANSKY:

What's your problem?

LUCIANO:

It's just that Maranzano's the only

bastard I ever heard brag about

gettin' audited by the IRS. He came

out clean, so he thinks his sh*t

don't stink.

LANSKY:

Is there a f***in' point comin' up

anytime soon?

LUCIANO:

Seein' he loved the experience so

much, I think we outta give him the

pleasure again.

CUT TO:

INT:
LUCIANO BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT

Charlie slips into the bed, being careful not to wake the

sleeping Gay. He snuggles close to her, and inhales deeply

the aroma of her body.

CUT TO:

INT:
HALLWAY OUTSIDE LUCIANO APARTMENT - SAME

A pair of burly BODYGUARDS in tuxedos stand watch outside

Charlie's door. The First Bodyguard sits on a folding chair

by the door. The Second Bodyguard leans against the wall

opposite.

DOWN THE HALLWAY

The door to the stairway cracks open. Mad Dog Coll peers

out.

BACK WITH THE BODYGUARDS

They chat amiably.

ON THE STAIRCASE

Coll sits on the landing, smoking a cigarette.

BY LUCIANO'S FRONT DOOR

The First Bodyguard sleeps soundly in the folding chair. The

Second Bodyguard moves from one wall to the other, looking

for a comfortable stance, crazy with boredom.

ON THE STAIRCASE

Coll puts out his cigarette in a pile of butts by his side.

INSIDE CHARLIE'S BATHROOM

As Charlie splashes water on his face at the sink.

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