Scene 4

Scene 4: Lucci is driving his car on the main road, then turns left and stops in front of a bar.

(Gets off his car and walks to the bar where a security man is standing)

Lucci:

What's up Johny?

Guard:

All fine Mr B.

(Walks in the bar and sits down)

Bartender:

Mr Bernatolli we haven't seen you for a little while how's everything?

Lucci:

Danny Boy! I'm well but you know busy as hell! May I presume that Rickie isn't here ah?

Barternder:

Eh, no, no he's not.

Lucci:

Of course he's not, now grab me a nice glass of...

Voice from the back:

(loudly)

Shut up you fucking slut!

Lucci:

What the fuck was that?

Bartender:

Oh that guy, came in here about an hour ago and obviously he had too much to drink, happens all the time!

Lucci:

Not in this place it doesn't, go get Johny this guy is going home.

(Lucci gets up and walks towards the drunk guy who is fighting with a girl)

Drunk guy:

I'll tell you what this means you skunk!

Lucci:

(grabs the drunk guy's shoulder)

Eh fella come on I think you had too fucking much for this evening, I think it's time to go home.

Drunk guy:

Eh get the fuck off me buddy, as for you bitch...

Lucci:

Eh fella I already told you to lay off, this is a nice place. I don't want these fine customers being disturbed by scumbags like your lordship, now if you would kindly step outside you would make this easier for all of us.

Drunk guy:

I said get the fuck off me bitch what you want a piece of me?

Lucci:

You fucking stronzo!

(Lucci grabs his head and hits it on the wall, Johny comes in)

Lucci:

Come on get him out of here, fucking rednecks!

(Johny grabs the unconscious drunk guy and pulls him out)

Lucci:

(to the girl)

You Know that guy?

Girl:

No, he just came from the other table and started hitting on me. When I told him to go away he began cursing.

Lucci:

(to the girl)

That piece of shit. So are you OK now?

Girl:

Yeah, yeah and I'm sorry for this hole mess!

Lucci:

No, no, don't be it' wasn't your fault!

Girl:

Well thanks anyway.

Lucci:

Don't worry about it, listen are you sure you're OK?

Girl:

Yeah, I'm fine!

Lucci:

You mind if I sit down, you know just to make sure.

Girl:

(smiles)

Sure!

Lucci:

(grabs a sit)

I'm Lucci by the way!

Girl:

Lucci? That's something you don't hear every day!

Lucci:

Yeah it's from Luciano, it's Italian, so how can I call you?

Girl:

I'm Amanda, and I'm sort of Italian myself.

Lucci:

No shit, where from?

Amanda:

My grandmother was from Rome.

Lucci:

Nice, oh let's get something to drink huh? Eh Danny boy, come over here!

(Danny gets over there running)

Lucci:

Danny over here is one of the best bartenders in Michigan, very good with his shit!

Danny:

(smiles nervously)

What can I get you Mr B. ?

Lucci:

I'll get a double Jack strait, and Amanda over here...

Amanda:

Another Margarita.

Lucci:

And another Margarita, thanks Danny.

Amanda:

So Lucci what do you do for a living?

Lucci:

Oh, well I'm mostly in construction.

Amanda:

Mostly?

Lucci:

Yeah, yeah I take care a lot off things, you know?

Amanda:

So...you're like a laborer?

Lucci:

No, no, no nothing like that I work in an office, you know union staff and all!

Amanda:

Ohhh, you're a syndicalist!

Lucci:

Yeah something like that, well enough about me...

Danny:

I got you ready, double Jack for you Mr B. and the Margarita for the lady.

Lucci:

Thank you Danny, here have one on me.

(hands him a twenty dollar bill)

Danny:

Thank you Mr Bernatolli.

(leaves)

Amanda:

Wow that was awfully fast!

Lucci:

(smiles)

Yeah, the owner is a friend of mine.

Amanda:

That's cool!

Lucci:

Yeah in my business you get to now a lot of people, so what do you do sweetheart?

(Meanwhile at the Bar)

Danny:

(To the other Bartender)

You see this fucking guy? New girl every month, great fucking car, everything. Me...I mean I have a fucking economics degree and I'm a bartender at Rickie's... and have to kiss these guys asses all the time, I mean...

(Other Bartender smiles)

Danny:

Oh you think I'm funny do you?

Other Bartender:

Trust me kid, I know exactly what you mean. I've been in this shithole for almost 20 years and I got to tell you, you don't want what these guys have. They don't last.

Danny:

Even still.

Other Bartender:

All these won't matter when he'll get shot in the head, or when he's in prison. And now for God sake's stop talking about it, you don't want to piss the wrong guy off do you?

Danny:

No, I suppose I don't.