On the Waterfront Page #4

FATHER BARRY:

(embarrassed)

I wish I knew, Edie,

But—

(starts to turn away as if appealing to the others)

EDIE:

Don't turn away! Look at it! You're in this too—

don't you see, don't you see? You're in this too, Father.

FATHER BARRY:

(defensively, sincerely)

Edie, I do what I can. I'm in the church when you need me.

EDIE:

(bitingly)

"In the church when you need me."

Was there ever a saint who hid in the Church?

She turns from him angrily, toward the covered form of Joey.

CLOSE SHOT—FATHER BARRY

Father Barry stands there jolted and troubled.

MRS. COLLINS

(moves in to him)

Forgive her, Father. Them two was as close as twins.

Father Barry nods. Thinking hard.

MRS. COLLINS

(continued)

Whoever was in on this'll burn in hell until

kingdom come... .

DISSOLVE:

INT—FRIENDLY BAR—NIGHT

The atmosphere is the sharpest possible contrast to the scene above. It

is a rough waterfront bar full of half-gassed longshoremen and pistol

boys. They are all watching a fight on TV above the bar, and there is

much hoarse laughter and ad lib jokes at the fight. The only one not

watching

is Terry, who sits at a table by himself staring at a half-finished

glass of beer. Mutt is wandering around in the B.G.

VOICE (O.S.)

Hey, Terry, Riley's makin' a bum outa that Solari—

Terry looks off and sees—

MEDIUM SHOT—BARNEY AND SPECS—AT BAR—NIGHT

Unconcernedly drinking and enjoying the fight. SPECS Come on over and

have a shot.

Still disturbed and preoccupied, Terry shakes his head and goes on

through the bar toward the

back room. Others call to him but he keeps going.

INT—BACK ROOM OF BAR—NIGHT

A partition separates this room from the main bar, and a small corner

of the bar extends through the partition. On the wall are old fight

posters and some pictures of fighters, ball players and horses. At a

table, flanked by Charley and a tall, muscular bodyguard, SONNY, is

JOHNNY FRIENDLY. He is not tough in a conventional way, but with a

sinister intent, a humorless sense of domination that is really

dangerous. The boxing match can be seen on a smaller TV set.

JOHNNY FRIENDLY:

Turn it off. Them clowns can't fight. There's nobody

tough anymore.

JOCKO, the bartender, pokes his head through the archway behind the

bar.

JOCKO:

Hey, boss, Packy wants another one on

the cuff?

JOHNNY:

(with a generous wave of his hand)

Give it to him!

As Johnny finishes off a bottle of beer, BIG MAC, the bullnecked hiring

boss, comes up to the table with a thick roll of bills.

BIG MAC:

Here's the cut from the shape-up. Eight hundred

and ninety-one men at three bucks a head makes—

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