Scene 3

Scene 3: Lucci is walking night, he is outside his mother's house when he sees someone hidden in a near alley weaving to him.

Guy:

Hey boss, over here!

(Lucci walks towards him, it's Philly Crocco)

Lucci:

I see you got the memo.

Philly Crocco:

(Gives Lucci a piece of paper)

It's exactly like I told you boss, I double checked.

Lucci:

(Looks at Philly, then at the paper)

So Johnny V ah? How come I've never heard of that guy before?

Philly Crocco:

He's no player, besides I think he only deals in that school. Pretty smart, that thing is a fucking goldmine.

Lucci:

Listen, are you a fucking hundred percent sure it's exactly like we talked about? 'Cause if it's not you know we could both end up in the bottom of lake fucking Michigan right?

Philly Crocco:

Boss, I told you I double-checked. There's no doubt whatsoever.

Lucci:

(Thinking)

Alright, thanks Philly you're a good kid. Here take these for your trouble. (Lucci gives him 700$)

Philly Crocco:

Thanks boss.

Lucci:

I'll stay in touch for this.

(Philly Crocco leaves)

Lucci:

(knocking)

Come on ma open up!

Voice Behind the door:

Who...Who is this?

Lucci:

It's me ma open up come on.

Mrs Bernatolli:

Who are you?

Lucci:

It's your son Lucci, come on!

Mrs Bernatolli:

Stay right there!

Lucci:

Yeah, Yeah!

(Mrs Bernatolli opens the door holding a pepper spray and she is ready to attack Lucci)

Lucci:

(He sees the pepper spray and removes it from her hand)

Oh,Oh ,Oh what the hell are you doing?

Mrs Bernatolli:

Oh it was you, I'm sorry son I thought you were a burglar, you know Nancy was robbed last week!

Lucci:

Nancy who?

Mrs Bernatolli:

Periziatta.

Lucci:

No shit!

(Lucci sits on the sofa)

Mrs Bernatolli:

Oh that language is killing me. When are you going to find a nice Italian girl to settle in ah? You're almost thirty years old now.

Lucci:

Ma I'm 36, and we've been over this for the last ten years so you'd better get used to it, I'm not gonna get married!

Mrs Bernatolli:

Madonna, why are you doing this to me? Don't you know how much I want to hold a kid from you? To have a grandchild...

Lucci:

How can you ask me to bring a kid into this ah? It's a liability, all of a sudden I'll have something to loose.

Mrs Bernatolli:

How can you think that way?

Lucci:

Well how can I not? I have enough on my mind already.

Mrs Bernatolli:

Then I guess my life has no meaning, I should lie down and die right now then.

Lucci:

Ma cut this fucking shit and sit down already!

Mrs Bernatolli:

What have I told you about using dirty talk!? When you were little I used to put pepper on your tongue but you would still keep on cursing!

Lucci:

Yeah, yeah I remember now sit down, I wanna talk to you!

Mrs Bernatolli:

You want me to offer you something? A soda?

Lucci:

No I don't want a fucking soda, I want you to sit down for Christ shake!

(Mrs Bernatolli sits down)

Lucci:

That's right, now listen I wanted to tell you something. It's not sure but certain things might happen...

Mrs Bernatolli:

Oh my God, you're going to prison again?

Lucci:

No, and let me finish alright? I want you to know if God forbid something happens to me you'll be taken care off.

Mrs Bernatolli:

Why do you say that, what's going to happen to you?

Lucci:

Probably nothing, but you know we're only human right? What's important is that my friends will take care you in that situation, cause that's part of it. You understand?

Mrs Bernatolli:

(crying)

Oh Madonna! You think I'll care about myself if something would happen to you? I have no one left...

Lucci:

Come one stop with that. Jesus I wander why I even tell you anything. (comforts her) Come on I survived Vietnam think about it, this is nothing compared to that.

(Mrs Bernatolli stops crying)

Lucci:

Good, now tell me what's going on with your life, how are you hanging in here?

Mrs Bernatolli:

As well as you can expect son, for a lonely old woman! Since your father died no one looks after me. Your uncle moved years ago so...

Lucci:

Ma stop with the ancient stories alright? Dad is been dead for fourteen years now so you'd better forget it. And now tell me how are you, you look exhausted!

Mrs Bernatolli:

Oh its that I haven't been sleeping very well son!

Lucci:

What? Are you thinking about this bullshit you just told me about and you can't get any sleep?

Mrs Bernatolli:

Now what have I told you about cursing? I swear to God I'm gonna stop talking to you!

Lucci:

Yeah, yeah I'm sorry. Now tell me what's going on?

Mrs Bernatolli:

It's that kid next door. He brings people in his house and they stay long after midnight, and the music is so damn loud.

Lucci:

Haven't any of the other neighbors said something?

Mrs Bernatolli:

I don't know son but I went down the other day to reason with him and he told me to get lost!

Lucci:

What!? And why haven't you said a word about this?

Mrs Bernatolli:

What's the difference I told you I talked to him and he won't listen.

Lucci:

Well, I think he'll listen to me!

Mrs Bernatolli:

Now this is why I didn't tell you anything, I don't want you to get into trouble! I spent my whole life bailing you out of prison!

Lucci:

Eh relax, nothing like that is gonna happen, I'm just gonna talk to him that's all!

Mrs Bernatolli:

You promise?

Lucci:

I promise, you shouldn't worry about anything!

(Lucci looks at his watch)

Lucci:

Well it's getting kind of late, I'll let you rest. And don't worry about that kid I'm sure he'll come to his senses.

Mrs Bernatolli:

Alright goodnight son.

Lucci:

(kisses her)

Goodnight ma.

(Leaves the apartment)