INT. DIMLY-LIT BAR - NIGHT
Two men, CAESAR and MARTY "DUCKS," stand at the end of the
deserted bar, talking quietly, oblivious to the exotic dancer
grinding her pelvis on a pole in the middle of the small
stage. Body language and charisma tell us that Caesar is the
boss, "Ducks" his lieutenant.
It's Peezee. Gotta be. He hates your
I don't know.
Who else knew about the money? And
how did Peezee know they popped Tony
Cisco when we didn't even hear about
it 'til last night?
I don't know.
What is so hard to understand here?
You said yourself Peezee was a
mamaluke and you couldn't trust him.
Now suddenly you're soft on the guy?
I just don't think it was him.
Okay, I'll bite. If not Peezee, then
(slowly rising to
his full height)
I think it was you, Ducks.
Caesar starts to walk away as the bartender, now holding a
sawed-off shotgun, moves closer to Ducks. The exotic dancer
splits in a hurry through a curtain at the back of the stage.
You gotta be kiddin'!
Caesar stops at the door where two of his soldiers have
appeared, holding AUTOMATIC WEAPONS.
Caesar, you know me! What kind of
fuckin' idiot would I have to be to
try that shit with you?
A dead fuckin' idiot.
As he walks out the door, the soldiers OPEN FIRE on Marty
"Ducks." Caesar doesn't look back.
PULL BACK TO:
The title credits come up on the made-for-cable series we've
been watching, "Little Caesar." CLAPPING AND CHEERING from
INT. SING SING PRISON - NIGHT
Maximum-security prisoners are gathered around watching their
favorite show in the rec room. In the front row is PAUL VITTI,
former New York crime boss, and a couple of other wiseguys.
Garbage. Change the channel.
The WISEGUY gets up and starts switching channels on the TV.
A couple of CONVICTS in the back start to protest.
Hey! What're you doin', asshole!
Vitti turns and stares at them. They fall silent
Sorry, Mr. Vitti. Didn't mean any
Vitti turns the page and sees a huge headline in the Post:
MOB SHRINK TELLS ALL. He gets up, agitated.
I'm going to bed.
Vitti stands up and heads back to his cell.
INT. CELL BLOCK - MOMENTS LATER
As Vitti approaches his cell, he sees a prison guard standing
by. His cellmate, EARL, a giant of a man, comes out of their
cell carrying his bedroll and a box containing his other
What's goin' on, Earl?
They're transferring me.
Don't know. Thanks for looking out
for me, Mr. Vitti.
Yeah. Take it easy.
He notices something in the box.
Hey, Earl. Is that my after-shave?
I'm sorry. I just grabbed stuff!-- I
didn't know -
That's okay. Keep it. Go ahead.
Thanks. See you around.
Earl exits with the guard. Vitti hesitates a moment, then
warily steps into his cell.
INT. VITTI'S CELL - MIDDLE OF NIGHT
The cellblock is quiet. A guard stops outside the darkened
cell, looks around to make sure no one is watching, then
pulls out a GUN with a SILENCER, reaches through the bars and
FIRES REPEATEDLY into Vitti's shadowy form under the blanket.
Then he slips away as quietly as he appeared.