Mobsters Page #6
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- Year:
- 1991
- 104 min
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As he uses a choke hold around Lansky's neck. Meyer's legs
kick listlessly as life drains out of his body. Suddenly
Shane's head JERKS BACK and his mouth widens in a silent
scream.
CHARLIE PULLS A KNIFE FROM SHANE'S BACK
with a violent twist, drops it into the void, and grabs
Lansky.
and Lansky throws up water as they surface in the middle of
melee. Shane's body surfaces beside them. The fighting quickly
dies out, and everyone falls silent. Then, as if a starter's
gun had sounded, everyone swims like hell for the pier.
AS THE OTHERS DISAPPEAR INTO THE NIGHT
Siegel, Costello, and Luciano lift the comatose Lansky up
onto the pier. Lansky regains consciousness, kicking his
legs and flailing his arms. The guys struggle to hold on to
Meyer, to little avail. Exasperated, they toss him back into
the water.
Cursing and sputtering as he comes to. As Meyer climbs up
onto the pier, Bugsy breaks out laughing. Charlie and Frank
join in. Mad as a wet cat, Meyer goes nose to nose with
Charlie.
LANSKY:
I THOUGHT I TOLD YA TA KEEP YOUR
F***IN' DAGO PROTECTION!
Bugsy, Charlie, and Frank exchange a look, then, as one,
push Lansky backwards off the pier.
CUT TO:
Charlie, Frank, and Bugsy are draped over sacks of flour, in
a tiny brick-walled hideout. Their bodies glisten with sweat
as they stew in their boredom. Bugsy stirs from his stupor.
SIEGEL:
How much longer we gotta be shut up
in this f***in' sweatbox?
FRANK:
Long as Charlie says.
CHARLIE:
When the stiff's an Irish, the cops
take it kinda personal.
SIEGEL:
Can't we get a couple whores over?
Contemptuous, Frank holds up his little finger and wiggles
it.
FRANK:
You ain't even a man yet.
SIEGEL:
That ain't what your mama said.
Frank leaps up.
FRANK:
You slimy f***in' kike!
Bugsy regards Frank cooly, fondling his own crotch.
SIEGEL:
Until I met her, I thought Catholics
didn't eat meat on Friday.
Frank knocks Bugsy off his perch, and they roll to the floor,
punching and kicking. Charlie doesn't stir from his spot.
CHARLIE:
(emphatic)
ENOUGH!
Frank and Bugsy back off, continuing to stare each other
down.
CHARLIE:
Just like the f***in' slammer. Lock
guys up in a room together an'
everybody goes fruity.
Frank slumps back across his flour sack, still shooting Bugsy
the evil eye. There are three quick KNOCKS at the window.
MEYER LANSKY:
hands a pot through the window to Bugsy and climbs down into
the room. Bugsy doles the contents out into bowls.
FRANK:
Where'd ya get this funny ravioli?
SIEGEL:
Ya ignorant Guinea, it's kreplach.
Charlie bites into a piece. Nods approvingly to Meyer.
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