Mobsters Page #8

MARANZANO:

The Internal Revenue came to my

offices. I turned over all my ledgers.

They found nothing. Charlie, I am a

businessman.

LUCIANO:

Sittin' around gives me the piles.

You got a proposition?

Maranzano blesses Charlie with a sweet, fatherly smile.

MARANZANO:

We combine everything. You are my

second in command.

LUCIANO:

What about the share.

MARANZANO:

You get fifteen percent.

LUCIANO:

I got partners.

MARANZANO:

Your Calabrian friend, I will accept.

At least Costello eats pasta like

us.

LUCIANO:

And the Jews?

MARANZANO:

(IN ITALIAN)

Share with them as you wish. Do

business with them on your own. But

no filthy Jew will ever be a brother

to me.

CUT TO:

CHARLIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Lansky, Siegel, Costello, and Luciano ponder their options.

LUCIANO:

Those fucks can't leave each other

alone. Maranzano and Masseria ain't

gonna be satisfied until one of 'em

starts a war.

SIEGEL:

Let 'em kill each other off! Why

should we care?

LUCIANO:

There won't be any way to stay out

of it.

FRANK:

I think Maranzano's talkin' a hell

of a deal.

SIEGEL:

Sure, Frankie. F*** me. F*** Meyer.

F*** Arnold Rothstein who's made us

all rich. All so you can be an f***in'

honorary Sicilian!

FRANK:

Does Maranzano have to kiss you on

the lips before you'll take his

goddamn money?

SIEGEL:

If he's gonna f*** me up the ass!

LANSKY:

Hey. Calm down. They're crazy. We're

not. Let's use that. Okay?

Siegel and Costello shrug a truce.

LANSKY:

Bugsy, you and I don't need to be in

business with Maranzano. We got more

jobs than we can handle. That's not

the problem.

LUCIANO:

So what is the problem?

LANSKY:

The minute we sell out to Maranzano,

that bastard is gonna have you knocked

off.

A momentary silence falls over the group.

LANSKY:

He's afraid of you, 'cause you're a

Sicilian. And maybe, someday, you're

gonna want to be the Boss of Bosses.

If he iced you now, there'd be a

stink. But if you work for him,

nobody's got a beef.

Costello mulls the logic.

SIEGEL:

The deal's too good, Frankie

FRANK:

What are ya thinkin', Charlie?

LUCIANO:

That I got a smart Jew partner.

CUT TO:

INT:
TRAPANI SOCIAL CLUB - NIGHT

A raucous swirl of unrestrained celebration, as a hundred

man and women dance, drink, and eat to the accompaniment of

a Sicilian band. Charlie and Bugsy push through the crowd.

LUCIANO:

I'm gonna thank the Don for the

invite, then we're gettin' the hell

out of here!

Tommy Reina appears from out of the crowd. Embraces Bugsy.

TOMMY REINA:

Paisan! Merry Christmas!

SIEGEL:

Good ta see ya. How's the Mrs.?

Tommy grabs his balls.

TOMMY REINA:

Like always, Bugs. Pregnant!

Tommy leans over to Charlie to whisper.

TOMMY REINA:

So ya told Maranzano ta f*** off.

Charlie shakes his head "no".

LUCIANO:

I sent him a case of Scotoch.

TOMMY REINA:

Sure. A polite "f*** you".

LUCIANO:

Where's Masseria?

TOMMY REINA:

In the corner. He's been askin' after

ya.

AT THE CORNER TABLE

JOE MASSERIA holds court. Fat, crude, a man of unrestrained

power and appetite, he has, none the less, a charmingly earthy

directness of manner. At Masseria's right hand his toady,

SONNY CATANIA, dances attendance. Across the table, VITO

NOTO, still in his teens, enjoys the favor of two ladies.

Masseria pounds his empty wine goblet on the table and howls.

MASSERIA:

WHERE'S MY F***IN' WINE! Spend five

grand for a party an' can't get a

f***in' glass of wine.

CHARLIE:

Ya already look drunk ta me, Don.

Silence falls over the table.

MASSERIA:

But not drunk enough!

Masseria LAUGHS. Rising, he envelops Charlie in a bear hug.

MASSERIA:

Buona f***in' sera.

He busses Charlie on the cheek and whispers.

MASSERIA:

Maranzano's tryin' ta kill me.

IN THE MEN'S ROOM

A couple of guys pull up their flies as Catania herds them

out of the men's room. Masseria pushes his way in, followed

by Luciano. Masseria moves to one of the stalls and drops

his pants without bothering to close the door.

MASSERIA:

He's nottin' but a f***in' c*nt.

He's got no balls so he schemes and

lies like an old woman.

Not especially anxious to watch Masseria take a dump, Charlie

steps over to the urinals.

MASSERIA:

He wants you on ice, 'cause that way

he thinks he can beat me! F*** that!

Come with me and we'll knock the

crap out of him together!

Masseria punctuates his tirade with a blast of intestinal

gas.

LUCIANO:

If ever I need a Boss, Joe.

MASSERIA:

Yeah. Yeah. I bet ya feed Maranzano

that same line.

In the ensuing silence, the only sound in Charlie's piss

ringing against the porcelain of the urinal.

MASSERIA:

I like that.

LUCIANO:

Whatta ya mean, Boss?

MASSERIA:

Ya piss like a man.

CUT TO:

INT:
BOBBY CLOWES APARTMENT - NIGHT

Lansky and his girl friend, Anna, stand in a corner, watching

the ebb and flow of a holiday cocktail party, as Bobby Clowes

greets his guests. The crowd older, waspy, and subdued. Frank

Costello approaches, a bit toasted.

FRANK:

Hey, Meyer. This the chickie that

got your number?

Meyer makes a face indicating that Frankie should cool it.

Frank looks apologetically to Anna.

LANSKY:

Anna, I want you to meet an associate

of mine. Frank Costello.

ANNA:

You're an importer also?

His brain not at 100%, Frank puzzles a reply.

FRANK:

Well...

LANSKY:

Mr. Costello handles our business

with the government agencies.

FRANK:

That's it.

AT THE FRONT DOOR

Charlie and Bugsy arrive from the Masseria party. Bugsy eyes

the group skeptically as he slips out of his coat. No party

girls here.

SIEGEL:

Where's the stiff?

LUCIANO:

Come on. Be polite.

Bugsy slips his coat back over his shoulders.

SIEGEL:

Sorry, Charlie. I gotta get my Johnson

worked tonight.

LUCIANO:

Jesus.

SIEGEL:

Hell. It's been four days!

CHARLIE WALKS OUT ONTO A BALCONY OVERLOOKING CENTRAL PARK

Bracing himself against the cold. At he railing, Bobby huddles

with Gay Orlova. Charlie hesitates, but Bobby calls him over.

BOBBY:

Come join the Polar Bear Club.

Gay lights up as Charlie approaches.

BOBBY:

Charlie, Gay Orlova.

LUCIANO:

We already met.

Bobby quickly sizes up the situation.

BOBBY:

My Aunt Dill is in from Kansas City.

Maybe I'd better check on her.

As Bobby heads back inside, Gay rubs her arms against the

cold. Charlie takes off his jacket and slips it over her

shoulders.

LUCIANO:

You here with Bobby?

GAY ORLOVA:

No. I'm here with you.

This evokes a shy smile from Charlie.

LUCIANO:

It's been a while. I didn't figure

to see you again. In fact, I wasn't

sure I ever saw you at all.

Gay snuggles against Charlie, shivering.

GAY ORLOVA:

It's so cold out here.

Charlie embraces her, brushing her hair with his hand.

LUCIANO:

There are warmer places.

CUT TO:

INT:
LUCIANO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Gay lays back across the satin sheets, legs and arms akimbo,

relaxed and aroused. Charlie covers her with hungry kisses,

as though her every curve were an attribute of a goddess,

and each caress of his lips, the praise of a poet.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

as their voices meld rhythmically in ecstatic exclamation,

and will falls prey to desire.

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