PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 7


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.

YOUNG WOMAN
Hey Tony. How you doing?

TONY
(stooping)
Hey Teresa. Look at you. Gorgeous!
(looking in)
Hey professor, you comin’ in?

SALVATORE “LITTLE SAL, THE PROFESSOR” BASSO, groomed
and dressed to a T, flashes a contagious smile.

LITTLE SAL
Yeah, we’re comin’ in. But do me a
favor, will ya, Tony?

TONY
Anything.

LITTLE SAL
Save us a walk.

TONY
Sure thing, Sal.

LITTLE SAL
Thanks, Tony.

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
together.

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.

LITTLE SAL
(tapping on the
bar)
What do you have to do to get a
drink around here?

KAITLIN
(overjoyed)
Sal! Oh, Sal! And Teresa! What a
nice surprise!

KAITLIN CONNELLY, bodacious barmaid, greets the couple
with hugs and kisses and takes hold of Teresa’s hands.

KAITLIN
(staring at the
large diamond
ring)
I’m so excited for you guys. Have
you set a date?

TERESA
Probably next Spring.

KAITLIN
(hesitant)
Well…
(hugging Teresa)
That’s great, honey.
(changing the
subject)
I love your earrings by the way.

TERESA
(fondling the
dangling
diamonds)
Sal helped me pick them out.

LITTLE SAL
Not to break up the conversation,
but is my father here, Kate?

KAITLIN
As far as I know.

LITTLE SAL
Is he alone?

KAITLIN
He should be.

LITTLE SAL
You mind, sweetheart?

TERESA
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.

LITTLE SAL
Hide the books.

BIG SAL
(rising from his
desk)
Ho! There he is.

LITTLE SAL
You in the middle of something?

BIG SAL
Always. Come in.

They meet in the center of the room and embrace.

BIG SAL
Teresa with you?

LITTLE SAL
At the bar.

BIG SAL
With Katie?

LITTLE SAL
Who else?

BIG SAL
You better watch her.

LITTLE SAL
No. She’s good.

BIG SAL
(putting a hand
on his son’s
shoulder)
Of course.
(nodding)
Of course. Sit for a minute.

The two men take seats on opposite sides of Big Sal’s
desk.

BIG SAL
I’m glad you came by. We need to go
over a few things.

LITTLE SAL
I know.

BIG SAL
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.

LITTLE SAL
I understand. She means well.

BIG SAL
She loves you.

LITTLE SAL
I know, dad.

BIG SAL
She wants what’s best for you.

LITTLE SAL
And I respect that.

BIG SAL
So?

LITTLE SAL
(thinking)
Dad, with all I’ve learned, I can
be a help to you. We can make it
legitimate. The books open.
Everything up front.

BIG SAL
You can do that?

LITTLE SAL
You think you shelled out all that
money for nothing?

BIG SAL
What about your mother?

LITTLE SAL
She doesn’t have to know. Her son’s
a CPA. She’s happy.

BIG SAL
And your other ventures?

Little Sal smiles wolfishly.

LITTLE SAL
What ventures?

BIG SAL
(standing up)
Come ‘ere.

Little Sal gets up and moves to the other side of the
desk. His father hugs him and kisses his cheek.

BIG SAL
You always had a way with your
mother.
(stepping back)
Now let’s go see that beautiful
fiance.

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About ldlagarino

I'm a somewhat retired tractor-trailer driver who loves the movies and always loved to write. I have time now. No excuses. I suppose it's only natural for me to lean toward screenwriting.
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