BELOW DECK ON A OCEAN GOING SHIP - NIGHT
Fifty immigrants are packed onto benches along the walls of
the small dark room. Some eat or talk, but most stare vacantly
into space. Others sleep curled up among their baggage on
the floor. A lamp swinging from the ceiling provides the
Eleven years old, and bored as hell after thirty days in
this pit, leans against his sleeping mother, ROSALIE, who
clutches her seven year old son, BARTOLO, in her arms.
Huddles together, eating bread and sausage. The Father looks
up and sees Salvatore staring. He cuts a piece of sausage
and tosses it to the boy.
Your last taste of Sicily.
A MIDDLE-AGED MAN OF SEVERE BEARING
looms in the doorway. He shouts.
Rosalie Luciano stirs out of her stupor, as Antonio grabs
the piece of sausage from his son's hand.
We are not beggars.
With a half-bow, Antonio returns the small chunk of meat.
The Sausage Man shrugs and takes it. Salvatore glares at his
father. Craving revenge, but helpless to get it. Rosalie
squeezes her son's hand to calm him.
A MAN STICKS HIS HEAD THROUGH THE DOOR AND SHOUTS
NEW YORK! You can see the lights
from the deck!
Antonio's face lights up, as the passengers roar their
approval and rush for the door.
CLOSE - ON THE KEROSINE LAMP
as it lists from side to side with the movement of the boat.
WE PAN DOWN to the nearly empty compartment. Watching the
door, Salvatore paws some baggage, finds the sausage, and
cuts himself a healthy piece. He gobbles it down greedily,
wiping his hands on his shirt as he runs for the door.
CLASSROOM AT P.S. #34 - DAY
A raucous band of second-graders settle in as the bell rings.
Salvatore appears at the door, bewildered. He towers over
kids five years his junior. The male teacher calls him over.
Come on. Come on.
As the classroom buzzes, Sal moves uncertainly toward the
front. Something must be wrong. They can't be putting him in
with these babies. The Teacher takes his papers.
Sit in the back.
Salvatore looks around, not understanding.
There is some mistake.
Back. You know "back"?
Sal's face reddens as the Teacher slaps him too heartily on
the back. A little girl giggles. The Teacher thumps Sal's
chest, then his back again.
The students squeal their approval of the comic performance.
Sal doesn't know what the hell is going on here, except that
he wants to slug this jerk. The Teacher shoves Sal down the
Sit in the back.
Sal spins around and smacks the Teacher full across the face,
then bolts for the door.
MULBERRY STREET - DAY
Looking over his shoulder as he runs down the street, Sal
slows as he realizes he's not been pursued. The vendors on
the sidewalk bargain vigorously in Yiddish, Italian, and
English. Sal stops as an ITALIAN LABORER, standing in front
of a roulette wheel, shouts in triumph. The slick-haired
OPERATOR bows to the winner, handing him a dime. With a
flourish, the Laborer pulls a crumpled dollar from his pocket
and unfolds it. The crowd gathered around buzzes. Sal notices
the Operator suppress a smile as the man places his dollar
on the black.
Before the Operator can spin the wheel, Sal waves a nickel.
As Sal slaps his nickel onto the red marker, the Operator
shoots him a dirty look and spins the wheel. As it comes to
rest on red, the Operator scoops up the crest-fallen Laborer's
dollar, and grudgingly flips a dime to Salvatore.