A MASSIVE DORMITORY - DAY
Deserted, except for Sal and another boy his age, who are on
their hands and knees scrubbing the floor.
Where were you before?
School Thirty-Four? Hey, me too.
I live on Thirteenth Street.
He extends a soapy hand to Sal and they shake.
Hey, me too.
Frank laughs at Sal's attempt at English
I'm Frankie Costello.
Sal-va-tore. Back home that's a
beautiful name. But here Sallie's a
girl's name. Some these bums might
get the wrong idea. Capice?
I want an American name.
Frank regards Sal critically for a moment.
Fuck you, Charlie.
Frank gestures with his middle finger. Charlie returns it.
Fucka you, Frankie!
Frank dips into his bucket, and flings water at Charlie.
Charlie snaps his wet rag at Frank, catching him on the arm.
Son of a bitch!
Angry now, Frank grabs his crotch and hisses.
Suck my dick, motherfucker.
Charlie jumps up and dramatically grabs his crotch.
Muddafucka somma bitch. Sucka my
Beaming with pride, Charlie looks up into the stone face of
their Teacher, who looms behind Frank. Charlie drops to his
knees and resumes scrubbing the floor.
HALLWAY - DAY
The Teacher hauls the boys down the hallway by their ears.
LOWER EAST SIDE RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAY SUPER: 1916
Frank Costello, now sixteen, sits on a stoop across from
P.S. 34, as the younger kids pass on their way to school.
Occasionally one will break from the stream of traffic and
place a penny in Frank's outstretched palm. A BOY IN A
YARMULKE hands Frank a penny and whispers to him.