Looks fuckin' cold out there.
EXT. VESUVIO'S RESTAURANT -- MIAMI DAY
It is cold. People walk by hugging themselves, pulling up
their collars, etc.
INT. VESUVIO'S RESTAURANT -- SAME TIME
CHILI PALMER, late thirties, sits in a booth with TOMMY
CARLO, a low level mob type. Chili smokes a cigarette,
stares out the window at the people on the street.
Guy on the radio said it's gonna get down to thirty-four.
Chili watches a woman on the sidewalk pause to tighten the
scarf around her neck . . . She looks in the window, sees
Chili looking out.
Thirty-four -- that's freezing, for Christ sake.
Yo, Chili, you're spacin'.
Chili turns and studies Tommy a moment, then . . .
They're closing the Granview. You know, theater down on
Yeah, the guy owes Momo a few G's.
What I'm thinkin' is maybe Momo could buy it.
Tommy looks at him.
Momo could buy it, I could run it for him. Show some Cagney
What's Momo gonna want with an old place, shows old movies
people don't care about no more. Outside of maybe turnin' it
into a porno house, I don't think he's gonna give much of a
fuck. And you already got a job.
Chili looks back out the window again.
We hear LAUGHTER O. S. and then FOCUS on the window so that
Chili can now see a GROUP OF MEN reflected there, sitting at
a table nearby. We hear MORE LAUGHTER and now Chili turns
and looks over at . . .
RAY "BONES" BARBONI
tall, loud suit with lots of jewelry. As he gets up from the
table, the other men around the table follow his lead as he
finishes up some jokes . . .
. . . so the guy says, I'm not the tailor, I'm the
The men laugh again, more out of respect than appreciation.
Ray Bones turns, sees . . .
CHILI and Tommy sitting in their booth. Tommy, sucking on a
Ray. How you doing?
Okay, Tommy. You?
Bones focuses on Chili, waits for acknowledgement. But Chili
turns back to the window. Always the peacemaker, Tommy
smiles at Bones again . . .
You believe this weather, Ray? Miami Beach, for Christ's
Chilly outside. Chili inside. It's a regular fuckin'
chili-fest. Hey, waiter -- give Mr. Chili Pepper a big
fuckin' bowl of chili!
Again the men all laugh respectfully at Ray Bone's stupid
joke. Chili smiles the best he can at the idiot . . .
Good to see you, Ray.
He turns back to the window, watches Ray Bones in the
reflection, still cracking up as he and his men head for the
front of the restaurant. Tommy looks at Chili for a moment,
then stands up . . .
You done starin' out the window, I'll see you back at the
Chili nods, but still doesn't turn from the window. He
merely watches in the glass as Tommy turns up his collar and
steps out into the cold Miami day.
Jesus. It's freezin'!
Chili then puts out the cigarette, nods to the waiter who
comes over with the check.
INT. RESTAURANT COATROOM -- A FEW MINUTES LATER
From inside the tiny room. A couple of ratty rain coats and
an old flight jacket hang to one side in immediate f.g. as
Chili steps into the doorway and freezes. He looks o.s. and
whistles . . .
A moment later the MANAGER, an old Italian guy in a black
suit, joins him in the doorway.
What happened to my coat?
The Manager peers into the room . . .
It's not one of these?
You see a black leather jacket, fingertip length, like the
one Pacino wore in Serpico? You don't, you owe me three