FADE IN:
EXT. MACDOUGAL ST., GREENWICH VILLAGE, NY - DAY
An old Italian-American neighbourhood in the Village.
MICHAEL, 80's, a bit dishevelled, dressed in pyjamas and
bathrobe, wanders up the sidewalk. He's holding a bag of
shopping and mumbling to himself.
MICHAEL
Where the fuck is Frankie? Yeah,
Frankie Nose. Dov'è il bastardo?
INT. ENTRANCE, MICHAEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
Michael's at home, a little confused, worried about
something. He sits himself down on a living room chair.
EXT. CAFE, MACDOUGAL ST., GREENWICH VILLAGE, NY - NIGHT -
1963
Young Michael walks out of a cafe, wearing a striped suit
and a hat.
Roberto's crew drive by and jump him. TWO GOONS grab
Michael while TWO LEG-BREAKERS pummel him. They leave as
Michael is left beaten and bruised.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. MICHAEL'S APARTMENT - DAY - PRESENT
MICHAEL
I can't let Roberto walk away from
this unharmed. He will bleed.
I need to call the crew and tell
them the situation.
Michael approaches the old dial phone that sits on top of
the desk. He dials a number and waits. Finally, a WOMAN
picks up.
WOMAN
(over phone)
Hello.
MICHAEL
Put Frankie on the line!
WOMAN
(over phone)
Who is this?
MICHAEL
I want Frankie Nose.
WOMAN
(over phone)
Sir, no person called Frankie lives
here.
MICHAEL
Tell him I need his assistance, and
that Roberto is gonna learn a
lesson.
WOMAN
(over phone)
Again, I don't know who that is sir,
I think you've got the wrong num-
Michael abruptly hangs up, cutting the woman off mid
sentence.
MICHAEL
Guess I'm settling this one on my
own.
Michael walks away from the desk.
INT. BEDROOM, MICHAEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
Michael changes into the same suit he wore when Roberto and
his crew jumped him. The suit barely fits and is too short on the legs.
INT. OLD BEDROOM/OFFICE, MICHAEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
Michael frantically searches the desk, grabs a pen and a
piece of lined paper. He sits down and scribbles a list.
MICHAEL
Jump him. Torture him. Bury him
alive. Burn him. Chop him up...
He crosses off all the listed ways he intends on taking
revenge, leaving only one: CHOP HIM UP.
Montage:
- Michael paces back and forth.
- Emptying drawers, filled with old photos and documents.
- More pacing
- Tearing through a wardrobe
- Still More pacing
- Finally, he pulls a box from under the bed. Inside: a
Sicilian switch-blade and a meat cleaver.
MICHAEL
Yes. This is it.
He hefts the cleaver in his hand.
INT. LIVING ROOM, MICHAEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
He sits in an armchair. Watches the front door. And waits.
MICHAEL
Roberto will come. Time to remind
him what I'm famous for.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM, MICHAEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
It's dark now. Michael's asleep in the chair.
JUST THEN -
Someone KNOCKS at the door.
Michael leaps to his feet, flattens himself against the
wall - cleaver in hand.
Another KNOCK, then someone unlocks the door and comes in
and flips the light on.
It's Michael's daughter, DONNA,40's. She spots Michael
against the wall. He's shaking.
DONNA
Again, papa?
She carefully takes the cleaver from his hand.
MICHAEL
Donna?
DONNA
I'm gonna put this back in that
drawer. And what are you wearing?
She leads him back to the chair.
DONNA
Roberto has been dead for a very
long time, papa. Time to forget
about it. Come'on, you're gonna
miss dinner.
The camera pans over to the bin, filled to the brim with
scrunched up pieces of paper.
INT. CORRIDOR, MICHAEL'S APARTMENT BLDG - NIGHT
Donna escorts Michael out, closing the door behind her.
They shuffle up the hallway and out.
FADE OUT:
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