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EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS – DAY Bianca and Franco exit the car. She immediately heads for the gathering demonstration. He hesitates, watching her. More vehicles enter the lot. Students continue pouring in, swelling the ranks. He notices out of state license … Continue reading →

EXT. TWO STORY BRICK BUILDING ON SUBURBAN STREET CORNER THAT HOUSES SECOND FLOOR BILLIARD PARLOR – DAY Franco’s Mustang pulls along the curb and parks. He gets out and locks the door. His beat up work clothes covered with dried … Continue reading →

INT. CO-OP APARTMENT HALLWAY – DAY Franco presses his ear to an apartment door. He hears the muffled sound of a man’s voice and knocks, but no one answers. He knocks harder. He hears activity, someone stirring, then a clearer … Continue reading →

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 SAL What time you got? TONY Quarter of. He … Continue reading →

EXT. STREETS OF NEW ROCHELLE – DAY A black 1967 GT 500 Shelby Mustang with silver-grey hood and trunk stripes tears around a corner from a side street near the Pelham border and heads east on Main. INT. MUSTANG – … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

INT. ELEPHANT TREE BAR/RESTAURANT – NIGHT Players and patrons cram the barroom floor. More stream through an opened front door, squeezing into spaces barely wide enough to breathe in. Waitresses hoist pitchers overhead, maneuvering this way and that to tables … Continue reading →

EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT Patrons move in and out of the diner, to and from their cars. Unseen behind the dumpster, Franco sits huddled on the ground, his back against the fence. He checks his watch. It’s after midnight. … Continue reading →

INT. POOLHALL STAIRWAY – DAY Franco hastens toward the first landing, hears the heavy glass doors open and the sound of two men talking loudly as they enter the building from the street. He hesitates, almost turns back, then mutters … Continue reading →

DISSOLVE TO: INT. POOLHALL – DAY At first indistinct, the glare from hanging overhead lights slowly sharpens, revealing the decrepit white of an antiquated ceiling. Beneath, pool balls lay scattered on a bright green felt. A young man’s steady hands … Continue reading →

FADE IN: INT. SPEEDING VAN – NIGHT A half dozen mid-twentyish partyers lie passed out across a bare mattress in a disheveled heap of wildly colorful clothing. A flood of street lights flickers sporadically through the van’s dark tinted windows, … Continue reading →