1 FADE IN:
3 SECOND PLAZA HOTEL ROOM -- Irving composes himself -- looksinto cramped surveillance closet, there are FBI Agents -- weonly see their hands and arms -- he looks at monitors -- seesa BLACK AND WHITE IMAGE OF ANOTHER ROOM ON MONITOR: MAYOR
The shittiest fuckin' suite.
Based on what--?
And the food is wrong, and--What is
this? You, like, went in my closet
Are you dressing him like you’re
dressing me now?
(shakes her head)
No, what are you thinking? This
isn't all about you, you know that.
What, did you try to dress me so I
would look like him?
No, you're not dressed like him,
But I do, I look like him.
No, he's in like, velvet. Come on.
You asked me to show you how this
was done, you wanna fuck it up be
What is your problem?
Hey, look, I never laid a hand on
her, all right? Is that what this
Well technically, that’s not true.
Look, we never had sex ok? I just -
RICHIE DIMASO (CONT’D)
What'd I do? I put my hand like
Richie reaches out and puts his hand on Irving’s face very
carefully, not forcefully.
bothers me -
Oh it does?
That bothers you?
You know, a lot of shit bothers me
too, but I was trying to help you.
you, this is what I’d do.
staring at Richie.
You shouldn’t have done that.
messed up looking very angry.
How’s that? You bothered now? (no
answer) Alright, don’t make a thing
You shouldn’t touch him. He doesn’t
It takes some time, ok.
mayor’s in there.
Yes I know that.
Should we go to the beauty parlor?
Is that what we should do?
How’s it look.
You look fine.
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