EXT. CASA NAPOLI – EARLY EVENING
Marked by screeners enforcing decorum, elegantly
attired patrons stream through the front door, one or
two, not dressed to code, politely turned away. Two
large men in fitted suits patrol the street, preventing
cars from parking at the curb, directing them to swing
around the back. A custom aqua and white Cadillac
Eldorado stops in front. The passenger side window
opens, revealing a strikingly beautiful young woman.
Hey Tony. How you doing?
Hey Teresa. Look at you. Gorgeous!
Hey professor, you comin’ in?
SALVATORE “LITTLE SAL, THE PROFESSOR” BASSO, groomed
and dressed to a T, flashes a contagious smile.
Yeah, we’re comin’ in. But do me a
favor, will ya, Tony?
Save us a walk.
Sure thing, Sal.
TONY opens the door for TERESA, shuts it as she gets
out and walks around to the other side of the car.
Little Sal gets out and turns the car over to Tony,
handing him a twenty dollar bill. As Tony pulls away,
Little Sal takes Teresa’s arm, and they enter the club
INT. CASA NAPOLI – DINNER HOUR
A striking couple, each fair-skinned with dense black
hair, Sal in a fine black tailored suit and crisp white
shirt, Teresa in a snug black halter dress, trimmed
artfully with sequins and white lace and split down to
the floor, some joke they could be twins. Holding hands
and looking so alike, they glide in perfect sync across
the parquet floor, to bossanova masterfully performed
by a quartet uprooted from Sao Paolo, Brazil.
They course their way through fervent dancers, sweating
under swirling lights, lock step in time to waitresses
and waiters squeezing by. Smiling, laughing and out of
breath, they stop at the end of the bar.
Clad in a paisley green, two-button suit, fitted to
augment her stretchy, olive-colored blouse, the barmaid
tosses back her bright red hair, the tight, sheer,
low-cut nylon top surrendering a tasteful hint of
cleavage for the passing eye.
(tapping on the
What do you have to do to get a
drink around here?
Sal! Oh, Sal! And Teresa! What a
KAITLIN CONNELLY, bodacious barmaid, greets the couple
with hugs and kisses and takes hold of Teresa’s hands.
(staring at the
I’m so excited for you guys. Have
you set a date?
Probably next Spring.
That’s great, honey.
I love your earrings by the way.
Sal helped me pick them out.
Not to break up the conversation,
but is my father here, Kate?
As far as I know.
Is he alone?
He should be.
You mind, sweetheart?
No. Go ahead.
(smiling at Kate)
We’ll find something to do.
Sal makes his way to the office, opens the door and
pokes his head in.
Hide the books.
(rising from his
Ho! There he is.
You in the middle of something?
Always. Come in.
They meet in the center of the room and embrace.
Teresa with you?
At the bar.
You better watch her.
No. She’s good.
(putting a hand
on his son’s
Of course. Sit for a minute.
The two men take seats on opposite sides of Big Sal’s
I’m glad you came by. We need to go
over a few things.
What we talked about. Your mother
doesn’t want it. She thinks after
six years of grinding it out, you
should be on your own.
I understand. She means well.
She loves you.
I know, dad.
She wants what’s best for you.
And I respect that.
Dad, with all I’ve learned, I can
be a help to you. We can make it
legitimate. The books open.
Everything up front.
You can do that?
You think you shelled out all that
money for nothing?
What about your mother?
She doesn’t have to know. Her son’s
a CPA. She’s happy.
And your other ventures?
Little Sal smiles wolfishly.
Little Sal gets up and moves to the other side of the
desk. His father hugs him and kisses his cheek.
You always had a way with your
Now let’s go see that beautiful