EXT. SUBURBAN BUSINESS AREA – NIGHT
Little Sal’s Eldorado pulls up and parks across the
street from Dominick’s gourmet deli and bistro. The
headlights go dark.
INT. CADILLAC – TWO SHOT
What time you got?
Quarter of. He locks up around ten,
then spends half an hour cleaning.
We’ll wait. Let him clean up.
TONY STARAPOLI, an imposing figure, muscle for big Sal,
laughs at the comment.
How’s your wife doing?
A lot better. Thanks.
What ‘d she have, a lump?
Yeah, a small tumor in the side of
They do a biopsy?
It was benign.
Thank God for that. No surgery
No, she had surgery. She wanted it
How ‘d that go?
Fine. She’s home, resting. Doctor
said everything went great.
I’m glad to hear that, Tony. You
need anything. Anything.
I know, Sal.
No. I mean it.
I appreciate it. Hey, look. He’s
locking up. Everybody’s going home.
Good. Give ‘im a couple of minutes.
The two sit quietly for several minutes, watching.
Alright. Let’s go
EXT. EMPTY STREET – DARK QUIET NIGHT LIT ONLY BY DIM
OVERHEAD STREET LAMPS
The two men cross, approach the bistro doors and knock.
Spotting them from inside, a look of terror crosses
Dominick’s face. He comes to the front, unlocks the
door and opens it slightly. Tony sticks his foot in.
Hey, Sal. What’s up?
Open the door.
I was just closing up.
It’ll have to wait. Open the door.
Sure, Sal. I didn’t mean anything.
What was that?
I didn’t say anything.
You getting smart with me?
No. I swear.
The two men bull their way inside.
INT. UPSCALE EATERY – NIGHT
Lock the door.
Sure, Sal. Sure.
DOMINICK D’AMATO, a soft, partially bald, heavy-set man,
does as he’s told.
You got a place we can sit?
(pointing to a
The three men sit down close together, Dominick in the
middle. Sal rests his arm on Dominick’s shoulder.
Tell me, Dom. What would you do if
a friend came to you in trouble,
pleading with you, and as a good
faith gesture, you agreed to help
that friend out of a jam, loaning
him a large sum of money, but then,
when it came time for that friend
to repay you for your generosity,
he says fuck you, I’m not gonna
pay. What would you do?
I’ll tell you what you’d do. You’d
bust his fuckin’ head wide open.
I don’t know, Sal. I…
Shut the fuck up! I don’t wanna
hear another fuckin’ word outta
Sal massages the back of Dominick’s neck and pulls him
Look. There’s a way you can make
Anything. I’ll do anything.
(looking at Tony)
Tony, you hungry?
I could eat.
Dominick, why don’t you make us a
couple of nice sandwiches. Tony,
what do you want?
I don’t know. A nice combo.
Sounds good. Dominick, make us a
couple of nice combos.
Sal, I just cleaned the slicer. I
was gettin’ ready to go home.
You getting smart with me again?
No. I swear.
That fuckin’ mouth of yours. Fuck
your slicer. And fuck you. Make the
Sal grabs the back of Dominick’s shirt and yanks him to
Tony, what do you want on your
You got that, fuck face? Two
Sal pushes him toward the slicer. Fumbling
uncontrollably, Dominick sets out the bread and
condiments, opens the meat case and takes out a ham. He
peels back the casing and turns the slicer on. Sal
What would you say this deli makes
in a week? Eight? Nine? Ten grand?
Dominick says nothing, and continues working on the
sandwiches. When he finishes, he turns the slicer off.
Tony, what do you want? Oil and
Dominick spreads the condiments, cuts the sandwiches
and wraps them. Sal nods to Tony, and Tony steps behind
Dominick. Sal turns the slicer back on.
You never answered my question. On
an average week, what do you gross?
I don’t know. Eleven. Twelve grand.
Eleven or twelve grand. Wow! You
hear that, Tony?
I hear it, boss.
Then why is it you can’t meet your
I got expenses, Sal. I got kids in
college. A mortgage. Car payments.
And let’s not forget those other
little necessities. The horses. Oh,
those fuckin’ horses. And Monday
night football. The card games.
That high priced skank you like to
sit on your face. Let’s not forget
her. All that overhead. I think you
need a partner.
Sal, I barely got my head above
water as it is. I can’t take a
Tony grabs Dominick in a full nelson, and Sal sets the
cold cut slicer on high. Tony bends Dominick forward,
forcing his face toward the spinning blade.
Please God no!
You mother fucker. You see what we
got here? A fuckin’ situation. You
hear what I’m telling you?
Yes! Yes! Please God!
Tony pushes his face closer. Sal looks at Tony. They
You see what I’m saying?
You sure about that?
Yes! I’m sure!
Alright. Let ‘im up.
Tony lets him go. He drops to the floor, hands covering
his face, crying pathetically.
Get your sandwich, Tony.
Do the right thing. The next time
won’t be so easy. Now open the
Come on. Let’s go.
This is some sandwich, boss.
Yeah, not bad.