Live by Night Page #2

We're not less than you.

- I never said you were..

- Oh, well, he did.

F*** him! Ok? I love you.

You can glow so easy.

It can be.

- Come here.

- I don't want to. Leave me.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry..Let go.

Spare two bits?

Thanks a lot.

Joe Coughlin.

I Got an invitation.

I gotta check you.

Go ahead.

Joseph?

Joe Coughlin, yeah.

Do you know who I am?

I know enough to show

up here when I'm asked..

My name is Maso Pescatore.

I run the North End and

liquor coming up from Florida.

I'm the man with the power

over mens' lives in my hand

but the truth is...

...I'm just a simple wop

from the old country.

Today,

my only true rival is Albert White.

When that is no

longer the case...

we can see an end to the fighting

that has plagued this town.

Well, I got no beef with you.

But I don't truck with gangsters.

not even a sheik like you..

You do soup jobs and stickups,

but you're not a gangster.

- What does that make you?

- I don't know.

An outlaw, I guess. I just don't

want any part of that life.

How many things, good or bad,

come to us whether we

ask for them or not?

For example, one of my men

saw you with a young lady...

Well, not so much a lady,

but 'puttana moll'...

whose date is Albert White.

So, it no longer matters

so much what you want.

You're in this life and

it can only end two ways.

One. You get to Albert

and put an end to him.

Two. I tell Albert about the girl.

and he gets to you first.

Like I said, I ain't a gangster.

I've done enough killin'

in this life.

If you want to tell your enemy

some rumor you heard, go ahead.

If I kill Albert White,

someone's just going to

jump up and take his place.

And I'll be married to the Pescatore

mob for the rest of my life.

I stopped kissing

rings a long time ago.

Good afternoon.

Do you think he told Albert?

No, I'd be dead already. Christ!

We could leave.

Where would we go?

Somewhere warm.

My brother Danny

lives in California.

Where?

I don't know. I haven't

talked to him for ten years.

He sent back a bunch

of postcards sayin'

he was doing stunts,

trying to be a writer.

God, I'd go to California.

I don't know much about

honest work, I gotta tell you.

Well,

who said anything about honest work?

Good!

We do what we want to do,

go where we want to go.

Sleep by day.

I got a job in Lawrence on Saturday,

then I'll be free.

Free to leave? Yeah, free to leave.

I have to see

you-know-who on Saturday.

F*** you, no! That's the idea..

Oh, come on, what's the alternative?

You want to wind up in the Charles?

I'm supposed to meet him

at the Statler on Saturday.

Turns him on to see me

when his wife's on his arm.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes