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HENRY *V.O.*: By the time I grew up, there was thirty billion a year in cargo moving through Idlewild Airport and we tried to steal every bit of it.



[ANGLE - GREY LIZARD SHOES AND SHARP GREY PANTS and UP TO SEE HENRY standing in parking lot, when a large
truck pulls up. WE SEE TOMMY DESIMONE standing with him.]

HENRY *V.O.*: You've got to understand, we grew up near the airport.. It belonged to Paulie. We had friends and relatives who worked all over the place and they tipped as off about what was coming in and what was going out.



HENRY *V.O.*: If any of the truckers or airlines gave as trouble, Paulie had his people scare then with a little strike. It was beautiful. It was an even bigger money-major than numbers, and Jimmy was in charge. Whenever we needed money, we'd rob the airport. To us, it was better than Citibank.









DRIVER *flushed and agitated*: Hurry, gimme the phone. Two niggers just stole my track.






HENRY *V.O.*: There was Jimmy and Tommy and me. And there was Anthony Stabile, Angelo Sepe, Fat Andy, Frankie the Wop, Freddy No Nose, Pete the Killer, Nicky Blanda, Mikey Franzese, and Johnny Echoes, who got that nickname because he said everything twice. Like*, 'You wanna get the papers, get the papers.'

[CAMERA TRACKS to the backroom which WE SEE is filled with racks of clothes, boxed television sets, new toaster ovens
and stereos. WE SEE MAN rolling racks of fur coats into the room which looks like a discount store warehouse.]

MAN *to Sonny*: Sonny, we got the coats.

SONNY *ignoring the man, and to Henry*:You got any suits?

HENRY: Not till Thursday.

SONNY *closing door to backroom*: I need suits.

CUT TO: HENRY, JIMMY, TOMMY, AND ASSORTED HOODS AND THEIR GIRLFRIENDS are having a party. There are champagne buckets around the table which is littered with steak and lobster dishes. The table is a mess and everyone is laughing. WE SEE HENRY look at his watch and look at the lounge's entrance.

HENRY *V.O.*: For us to live any other way was nuts. To us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks, who took the subway to work every day and worried about their bills, were dead. They were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice, they got hit so bad they never complained again. It was routine. You didn't even think about it.

CUT TO: DOORWAY or BAMBOO LOUNGE WE SEE FRENCHY MCMAHON, a beefy man in a leather wind-breaker, enter.


CUT TO: THE BAR





FRENCHY *trying to whisper above the din*: It's all there. I can get you past the alarms and I can get the key.

[WE SEE HENRY torn to table and wave at JIMMY to join the
at the bar.]

CUT TO: THE TABLE





TOMMY *putting his arm around Sonny's shoulder*: It's okay. Put it on the tab.

SONNY *whispering with fear a11 over his face*: Tommy, it's not just this. Tommy, please. It's seven grand here.



SONNY *he started, he might as well finish*: Tommy, I need the money, Tommy, please. I owe the world.

TOMMY *leaping from the table in a rage*: You Sonofabitch fuck. Are you calling me a deadbeat? The money I spent here? Embarrassing me in front of my friends. You miserable fuck. *turning to his pals* Can you believe this bastard? *back to a terrified Sonny* Ungrateful fuck! I oughta break your fucking legs!


FRENCHY *to Tommy*: Hey, Tommy. Have a drink.





VARIO *groaning*: If you knew those fucking kids. They're nuts. Especially that Tommy. What am I going to do with them?

SONNY *sweating*: But I'm worried. I'm hearing all kinds of things. Paulie. You know me all my life. I've always done the right thing.

VARIO: You think that matters? You think they give a shit about anything? The little bastards.

SONNY: But it isn't right, Paulie. That Tommy, he's making trouble for me all over town. I can't go here. I can't go there.

VARIO: You? You think you're the only one? I've talked to them a million times, but they don't listen.

SONNY *weakly*: But, Paulie, please.

VARIO *barely listening*: Someday they'll get what's coming to them. That's the only way they'll stop.

SONNY *pleading*: Paulie, I swear, I'm afraid. The guy's nuts. What do I have to do? Whatever I gotta do, I'll do.

VARIO *arms outstretched like a saint*: What can I do? If I could do something, don't you think I would?



HENRY *to Sonny*: Tell him. It's okay.

VARIO: What?

SONNY: I was thinking that maybe you could come in with me. Take a piece of the place. If you were with me, maybe than they'd have to lay off.

VASIO: What, do I need ...

SONNY *interrupting*: I mean it. We could do good.

VARIO: You want a partner?

SONNY: Please?





HENRY *V.O.*: Now the guy's got Paulie for a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops? Deliveries? Tommy? He can call Paulie.





HENRY *V.O.*: But now the guy has got to come up with Paulie 's money every week, no matter what. Business bad? Fuck you, pay me. You had a fire? Fuck you, pay ma. The place got hit by lighting? Fuck you, pay me. Also, Paulie could do anything. Especially run up bills on the joint's credit. Why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway.





HENRY *V.O.*: As soon as the deliveries are made in the front door, you move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You take a two hundred dollar case of booze and sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all profit.







HENRY *V.O.*: And, finally, when there's nothing 1 left, when you can't borrow another buck from the bank or buy another case of booze, you bust the joint out.

CUT DIRECTLY TO: LARGE CLOSE UP OF - HANDS making rolls of toilet paper being kneaded into long rolls with Sterno.

CUT TO: HENRY AND TOMMY shoving wads of Sterno paper into the ceiling rafters.

HENRY *V.O.*: You light a match.

CUT TO: CLOSE UP - MATCH Lighting rolls of Sterno paper.





TOMMY *to Henry*: You gotta help me. Okay? This girl I told you about? Diana? She's from the Five Towns. She's Jewish. She won't go out with me alone. Can you believe this shit? She's fucking prejudiced, but she's built. She's never been out with an Italian before. She says she'll only go out on a double date with her
girlfriend. You believe this shit? But you gotta see her. I mean, she's beautiful.

HENRY *laughing*: Will you get the fuck out of here.

TOMMY: Is it my fault she won't go out without her girlfriend? For Chrissake. Come on. You don't even have to stay. Jeesuz! What's the big deal?

HENRY: Tommy ...

CUT TO: HENRY AND TOMMY watching smoke coming out of basement windows of Bamboo Lounge.

TOMMY *O.S.* *back to conversation*: I swear you don't have to do nothing. You just show up and then leave. What do you think, I want you around? All I need is for you to get me started.







HENRY *V.O.*: I had a meeting with Tuddy around eleven o'clock and here I am a back-up guy.

KAREN: *sarcastically* Have more coffee. It'll wake you up.

HENRY *V.O.*: I couldn't wait to get away. I was ordering the dessert when they were eating dinner. When they were having coffee, I was asking for a check.

TOMMY *to Henry, while hugging Diana*: Isn't she great? Isn't this great? Let's do it tomorrow night? Okay?

KAREN *V.O.*: I couldn't stand him. I thought he was really obnoxious. He kept fidgeting around.





KAREN *V.O.*: Before it was even time to go home he was pushing me into the car ...



KAREN *V.O.*:... and then pulling me out. It was ridiculous. But Diana and Tommy had made us promise to meet them again on Friday night. We agreed. Of course, when Friday night came around, Henry stood me up.





KAREN *V.O.*: We were a trio instead of double-date that night, but I made Tommy take me looking for him.







KAREN *charging out of the door, screaming*: You've got some nerve. Standing me up. Nobody does that to me. Who do you think you are? A big shot?

CUT TO: HENRY who sees TOMMY and DIANE in the car, laughing.

HENRY *embarrassed and defensive*: I didn't know, I swear. I thought it was next week.

KAREN: Liar!

CUT TO: HENRY Who sees the WISEGUYS laughing.

HENRY: Take it easy. We can talk about it.

HENRY *V.O.*: She's screaming on the street and I mean loud, but she looked good. She had these violet eyes. I remember she's screaming, but mostly I'm looking at her eyes. They were just like Elizabeth Taylor's. That's what everybody said.

KAREN *furious*: Talk? To you? After what you did!

HENRY: I thought you were going to stand me up. You looked bored. You didn't say anything. What did you expect. Tommy was all over me. Right?



HENRY: Come on, let me make it up.







KAREN *filled with alarm*: Button year shirt, quick! Hurry



KAREN: Ma, this is my friend, Henry Hill.

MOTHER: My daughter says you're half-Jewish?





KAREN: What're you doing? What about the car?

HENRY *while pushing her through the crowd waiting to get in*: He watches it for me. It's better than waiting at a garage.



KAREN *sitting down*: You gave them twenty dollars each?



CAPTAIN: This is from Mister Tony, over there.

HENRY: Where, over there?

CAPTAIN: Over there, over there.



KAREN: What do you do?

HENRY *toasting Karen and clinking glasses*: I'm in construction.

KAREN *taking his hands*: They don't feel like you're in construction.



HENRY: I'm a union delegate.











CUT TO: HENRY AND TOMMY coming out with the suitcase, close the door and walk right past FRENCHY without saying a word.





HENRY *V.O.*: Air France made me. We walked out with four hundred and twenty thousand dollars without a gun. And we did the right thing.



CUT TO: HENRY'S FACE

VARIO *to Henry*: It's a lot of money for a kid. If anyone asks, just say you won it shooting crap.

[EXT. BEACH CLUB - DAY



KAREN *touching Henry's arm*: No. No. You've got to sign for it.



KAREN *after Bruce walks on*: He lives across the street.

CUT TO: CHAMPAGNE being sent to table.





KAREN *V.O.*: One night Billy Daniels sent us champagne. There was nothing like it. I didn't think that there was anything strange in any of this -- you know, a twenty-one-year-old kid with such connections.

CUT TO: INT. HENRY'S CAR - DAWN



KAREN *V.O.*: He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.

CUT TO: INT. MARTY KRUGMAN'S QUEENS BOUEVARD WIG AND BEAUTY SALON - DAY





MARTY'S TV *V.O.*: They'll stay put even in a typhoon. And I should know. I'm the president of the company.'



MARTY. *complaining sotto voice to Henry while taking bets on the phone*: Jimmy's busting my chops. *into phone* Okay, give 'em eight to five on Cleveland. *hangs up phone and to Henry, while nervously eyeing in the other room* He wants three points over the vig. From me? I don't believe this shit?

HENRY *pleading*: Marty. Please. You know Jimmy. You borrowed his money. Pay 'em.

MARTY *so outraged his voice gets loader*: I didn't agree to three points over the vig.- What am I nuts? I didn't need it that much.

HENRY *getting exasperated*: What are you gonna do? Fight with him? He wants his money.

MAJKTY: Fuck 'em. I never paid points. I always did the right thing. Did I ever bust his balls? Did I? Did I? I could have dropped a dime a million times, and I wouldn't have had to pay dick.

HENRY *getting annoyed*: Marty, you're talking crazy. Drop a dime? Call the cops? Don't even let anybody hear such bullshit. Hey don't you just pay the man his money and shut the fuck up.





JIMMY *total fury*: You got money for your bullshit television, don't you? I gotta watch you swimming back and forth on TV all night long, don't I? You got money for that, but you don't have my money?

HENRY: Jimmy. He'll be okay. He's good for it. Relax.





MARTY *handing Henry the phone*: It's for you.



HENRY *fury crosses his face*: Wait there.









KAREN *crying and disheveled*: I've known him all my life. He just started grabbing at me. He wouldn't stop. And when I hit him across the nose with my shoe, he got mad and shoved me over.





HENRY: Go inside. I'll be right there.

KAREN: What are you gonna do?

HENRY: Get inside!







BRUCE: What do you want?



BRUCE *annoyed and menacing*: Hey! Fucko! You want something?



WOMAN'S VOICE *from a window*: HELP! Police! He's got a gun! Police! Quick! Murder!







HENRY *panting*: Here, hold this.



CUT TO: KAREN'S HAND holding gun.



KAREN *V.O.*: I know there are women, like my best friends, who would have gotten out of there the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. 'Fha! You and your gun. Get out of here, who needs you?' That's what they would have said to him. But I didn't. I've got to admit the truth. It turned me on.















KAREN *V.O.*: It was like he had two families. The first time I was introduced to them all at once, it was crazy. Paulie and his brothers had lots of sons and nephews and almost all of them were named Peter or Paul. It was unbelievable. There must have been two dozen Peters and Paul's at the wedding. Plus, they were all married to girls named Marie, and they named all their daughters Marie. By the time I finished meeting everybody. I thought I was drunk.







VARIO: Here. This is for you.

KAREN *looking down at the envelope*: Paulie, you shouldn't.



CUT TO: KAREN perspiring a little as she accepts and thanks the DOZENS OF WISEGUYS giving her the envelopes. WE ALSO SEE HENRY has opened a plastic supermarket shopping bag under the table where he is stuffing the envelopes just as soon as KAREN accepts them.

CUT TO: HENRY AND KAREN getting up to dance.

KAREN *whispering*: My bag. My bag.

HENRY *amused*: What bag?

KAREN *desperate*: The bag with the envelopes.

HENRY *chiding*: Oh that. Don't worry about that. Nobody's gonna steal it.





KAREN'S MOTHER: He didn't call?

KAREN: He's with his friends.

KAREN'S MOTHER: What kind of person doesn't call?

KAREN: He's a grown man. Be doesn't have to call every five minutes.

KAREN'S MOTHER: If he was so grown up he'd get you two an apartment.

KAREN: Don't bring that up. You're the one who wanted us here.

KAREN'S MOTHER *ignoring the charge*: Look. He's got the whole house in an uproar.

[CUT TO: FATHER dozing on sofa.

KAREN'S MOTHER: He's got your father upset. Good thing he doesn't have to go to work in the morning. Is this what he deserves?

KAREN: Ma! Please! You're driving me crazy.

KAREN'S MOTHER: Driving you crazy? Don't get me started. You're here a month and sometimes I know he doesn't come home at all. What kind of people are these?

KAREN: Ma! Stop! What do you want me to do?

KAREN'S MOTHER: Do? What can you do? What did you expect? He wasn't Jewish. Did you know bow they live? Your father would never stay out this late without calling. In thirty years he never stayed out all night.

CUT TO: FATHER SLEEPING ON SOFA

KAREN: Stayed out? Daddy never went out at all.