Mobsters Page #3

SIEGEL:

Come on. Tell us, Shitface.

Costello jumps up and seizes Siegel by the shirt.

FRANK:

Yeah. Well we don't sell protection

ta a**holes anyhow.

Siegel moves right into Costello's face, swinging fiercely.

Lansky shouts encouragement, as the startled Costello falls

back onto the stoop.

LANSKY:

Kick him in the balls!

A pair of arms grab Siegel and pull him off Costello.

CHARLIE LUCIANO SHAKES HIS HEAD

As he holds the kicking and punching Siegel in mid-air like

a helpless snapping turtle.

LUCIANO:

Frankie. Didn't I tell ya about makin'

nice ta the customers?

Frank climbs up. Embarrassed.

LUCIANO:

You fellas got names?

LANSKY:

(still defiant)

Lansky. Meyer Lansky. And that's

Bugsy Siegel ya got there.

Siegel continues to struggle in Luciano's grip.

SIEGEL:

They call me Bugsy 'cause I'm f***in'

crazy, man.

Charlie lowers Siegel to the sidewalk.

FRANK:

No sh*t.

Luciano glares at Costello.

LUCIANO:

Tell ya what. In consideration of

this little misunderstanding, we're

gonna give you fellas protection for

free.

Lansky looks over to the Irish gang, then back to Charlie.

LANSKY:

Keep your f***in' Dago protection.

As Lansky and Siegel turn and head toward the school, Charlie

grabs the seething Costello, then LAUGHS.

CUT TO:

INT:
DARK STAIRWAY - DAY

Charlie and Frank lug a heavy wooden crate up the stairs to

the Luciano family's fifth floor tenement.

INT:
LUCIANO KITCHEN - DAY

Antonio pries the top off the wooden crate and extracts a

huge prosciutto ham wrapped in burlap. Mrs. Luciano couldn't

be more in awe if the Virgin Mary herself had just appeared.

ROSALIE LUCIANO:

(IN ITALIAN)

Prosciutto... from Lercara Friddi.

Charlie eyes the ham, the taste already in his mouth. He

leans to Frankie.

CHARLIE:

Stayin' for dinner, Paisan?

ROSALIE LUCIANO:

(IN ITALIAN)

No! Prosciutto must hang to dry before

you eat it. He may come on Sunday.

CUT TO:

INT:
LUCIANO KITCHEN - DAY

Antonio Luciano sits silently at the table, along with Frankie

and Bartolo, all anxiously watching Rosalie prepare Sunday

dinner. The ham still hangs over the sink. Sweating from the

heat, Antonio flaps the coat of his ill-fitting peasant's

suit. Irritated, Rosalie slaps a bottle of wine on the table.

ROSALIE:

(IN ITALIAN)

Dinner will be ready when the dinner

is ready.

Charlie enters from the bedroom wearing a blue seersucker

suit. Antonio pours Frankie a niggardly portion of the wine.

CHARLIE:

Careful, Pop. Frankie might get his

throat wet.

ANTONIO:

(IN ITALIAN)

I work from seven until seven. Every

day. But on Sunday I can only afford

one bottle of wine. How can my son,

who does not work at all, afford a

new suit?

Charlie grabs the wine bottle, filling Frankie's glass, then

his father's. Antonio looks to Frankie, then back to Charlie.

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