Moonstruck Page #8

OLD MAN:

(goes back to ignoring

Felix)

Lucy. There are big things going on

in my house. My granddaughter Loretta,

the only daughter of my son Cosmo,

has engaged herself to be married a

second time.

LUCY:

I have heard that Johnny Cammareri

got down on his knees in The Grand

Ticino and proposed to her.

OLD MAN:

My son does not like this Johnny

Cammareri. He says he is a big baby.

FELIX:

You should have one dog. Like Lucy.

Like me. I wish I hadda gun. If I

hadda gun, I would shoot four of

your dogs.

The Old Man makes a low, threatening noise.

LUCY:

Don't fight.

OLD MAN:

My granddaughter wants my son to pay

for the wedding. But he does not

want to pay.

LUCY:

He should pay.

OLD MAN:

I don't know.

LUCY:

He owes her a wedding from the first

time when there was none.

OLD MAN:

Maybe. I don't know. He has not asked

my advice. If he asks my advice, I

don't know what I will say.

The SOUND of the DOGS becomes intense again.

FELIX:

I won't have to shoot those dogs.

They will kill each other.

OLD MAN:

You think so, huh, Stupid? Those

dogs love each other.

EXT. THE CASTORINI HOUSE - DAY

The gates in the big archway are opened from the inside.

It's Cosmo. He's wearing a good but old-fashioned suit, an

overcoat, and a homburg. He's pulled his car, a 1965 black

Buick, up to the gate. Now that he has the gates open, he

gets in the car and drives out to the curb. He gets out and

goes back to lock the gates. As he does this, the Old Man

approaches the house with the Five dogs and the open umbrella.

The Old Man and the Dogs go to the front door of the house.

Cosmo goes to the door of his car. The two men, father and

son, see each other at the moment they grab their respective

door handles. They each raise a hand in greeting; it is the

same gesture for both men, an eccentric chopping motion.

Then they open their respective doors. The Old Man disappears

within the house. Cosmo drives slowly away in his car.

INT. THE CASTORINI HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

A RED-HOT, WELL-SEASONED CAST IRON FRYING PAN

Receives a big lump of butter with a hissing gasp of

satisfaction. A wooden spoon pushes the sinking lump around

until the pan is coated. Two square slices of yellow bread

with round holes punched in their middles land in the pan.

Two circles of green pepper land next to the bread. A spatula

flips over the bread which has become glistening gold on the

cooked side.

Two eggs are broken and dropped sunnyside into the holes in

the bread.

The circles of green pepper are pushed around by the spatula,

scooped up deftly, and each is made to frame one of the eggs.

A WOMAN'S HAND garnishes each bright yellow yolk with a slash

of red pimento. The spatula reappears and lifts the results

from the pan, and slides them onto two small dark blue plates.

Now WE SEE that Loretta is just finishing setting the tin

table for two. In the b.g., Rose is turning away from the

big, old-fashioned six range gas stove where an old speckled

coffee pot is steaming up a sun-drenched window. Rose comes

toward the table with the laden blue plates. She's wearing a

nice old apron over a blue housedress. She's thoughtful.

As Rose comes to the table, Loretta in a blue denim work

shirt and pants, goes to the stove and gets the coffee. As

Rose puts breakfast on the table, she speaks to Loretta,

who's at the stove.

ROSE:

Will you live here?

LORETTA:

No.

ROSE:

Why not?

LORETTA:

Pop don't like Johnny.

Loretta returns with the coffeepot to the table, and pours.

Then she takes the pot back to the stove.

ROSE:

So we'll sell the house.

LORETTA:

I got married before, you didn't

sell.

Loretta comes to the table. They sit down to breakfast.

ROSE:

Grandma was still alive. Chiro was

still home going to school. Now he's

married and gone to Florida. If you

and Johnny moved in, had a baby...

LORETTA:

I'm thirty-seven years old.

ROSE:

What's thirty-seven? I had Chiro

after I was thirty-seven. It ain't

over till it's over.

LORETTA:

Johnny has a big apartment. We'll

live there.

ROSE:

And we'll sell the house.

LORETTA:

I'd like to stay, Ma. I love the

house. But Pop don't like Johnny.

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