Scarface Movie Script
#00766 "Enjoy yourself -- every day above ground is a good day." ANONYMOUS, MIAMI 1981 1 A PROLOGUE 1 crawls up the screen -- with Narrator. NARRATOR In May 1900, Fidel Castro -- in an effort to normalize relations with the Carter Administration -- opened the harbor at Mariel, Cuba with the apparent intention of letting some of his people join their relatives in the United States. Within seventy- two hours, 3,000 U.S. boats were headed for Cuba. In the next few weeks, it became evident that Castro was forcing the boat owners to carry back with them not only their relatives but the dregs of his jail population. 3y the time the port was closed 125,000 'Marielitos' had landed in Florida. An estimated 25,000 had criminal records. This is the story of that minority -- those they call 'Los Bandidos.' The prologue is shredded diagonally by the blade of a stilleto and in the empty black void we: CUT TO Opening Montage - Documentary Footage: 2 THE DISEMBARKATION 2 from the harbor in Mariel, Cuba. Vessels of every nature, waving masses, demonstrations.... ; I THE CROSSING 3 I . 3 i7 Sun and storm. , 1 4 THE LANDING - KEY WEST 4 The flag of the United States. Choppers swooping over the ragged coastline of the Keys. Emerald waters dotted with fishing trawlers and pleasure craft, an "America the Beautiful" -type Immigration theme surging over 'this. #02154 2 Rev. 11/22/82 5 THE PROCESSING 5 Long lines. Immigration and Nationalization Officials, customs, Public Health, FBI, Church and Relief Organizations. Babies bawling, arguments over paperwork, refugees being interviewed by TV news, people crying, people eating, families huddled on floors...chaos. The music theme continuing in stately calm as we: CUT TO 6 INT. OFFICE - PROCESSING HALL - AFTERNOON - A FULL 6 and CLOSEUP OF TONY MONTANA ant 7 7 the scar-faced one, in the young angry prime of his life. We dwell first on the scar which he likes to scratch now and then. We move to the eyes, pure in their fury. Finally we encompass the face -- the face of a man about to explode -- muscle, tissue, brain -- a man willing to live or die and on the increment of a moment, inflict or receive either one. He is clothed in rags crossed with holes, his shoes broken cardboard, his hair unkempt, his complexion sallow from prison. Over this: VOICE #1 (0.8.) Okay so what do you call yourself? VOICE #2 (0.6.) Corn0 se llama? MONTANA (X) Tony Montana...you? VOICE #1 Where'd you learn to speak the English, Tony? MONTANA (Xl Sailor. My old man -- he was American. I always know, y'know, one day I Bum. I see all the gonna come to America. movies.... VOICE #l So where's your old man now? MONTANA He's dead. He died. Somewhere.... VOICE #1 Mother? TONY She's dead too. CONTINUED . #02154 3 Rev. 11/22/82 6 CONTINUED 6 and ant 7 7 VOICE #2 What kind of work you do in Cuba, Tony? TONY This. That. The Army. Some con- struction work.... VOICE #2 Unhunh. Got any family in the States, Tony? Cousins, brother-in-law? TONY (a beat) Nobody. Everybody's dead. NO. MAN #I Y'ever been in jail, Tony? TONY Me jail? No way. We now reveal three men in civilian clothing in the dark afternoon light of the little room. Actually it's a plywood office somewhere in the processing hall and we hear the din from the hall over the question and answer. Two of the men sit around a desk, the Third Man stands in a corner, staring at Tony, the most authoritative-looking of the three. MAN #l (checking off a list) You been in a mental hospital, Tony? TONY (grinning) Yeah, in the boat coming over. MAN #1 How 'bout homosexuality, Tony? You. like men, y'like to dress up like a woman? TONY (to Man #2) Never tried it. What the (X) fuck's wrong with this guy, what's he think I am? MAN #2 Just answer the questions, Tony. The voices of the men remain cool and collected throughout. CONTINUED #02154 4 (Xl Rev. 11/22/82 6 CONTINUED - 2 6 and ant 7 7 TONY (to Man #l) Fuck no. MAN #1 Arrested? Vagrancy? Marijuana? TONY . Never. Nothing. NO ..NO. i His eye movements are rapid (over shoulders, sides, doors) and he does a lot of touching -- objects -- lightly with the tips of the fingers. Man #3 is stepping forward out of the shadows. MAN #3 So where'd you get the beauty scar? TONY ?' This?.. (scratching the scar, shrugs) I was a kid. You should see the other kid. (a grim chuckle) MAN #3 And this? He holds up Tony's hand and indicates the tattoo between the thumb and second finger -- a heart with the word "Madre" scaled through it. TONY Oh that was for my sweetheart. MAN #3 Sweetheart? (to the other men) We been seeing more and more of these. It's some kinda code these guys used in the can. Pitchfork means an assassin or something. This one's new...You want to tell us, Montana or you want to take a little trip to the detention center? TONY Hey, so I was in the can once for buying dollars. Big deal. CONTnmED #02154 5 Rev. 11/22/82 6 CONTINUED - 3 -- 6 and am 7 7 MAN.#3 That's pretty funny, Tony. TONY Some Canadian tourist.... MAN #3 What'd you mug him first? Get him outta here! (starts to walk out) TONY so I fuck Castro, what's it to Hey, you? You a Communist or something? How would you like it they tell you all the time what to think, what to do, you wanna be like a sheep, like everybody else. Baa baa? Puta! You want a stoolie on every block? You wanna work eight hours a day and you never own nothing? I ate octopus three times a day, fucking octopus is coming out my ears, fuckin' Russian shoes are eating through my feet. Whaddaya want? You want me to stay there? Hey, I'm no little whore, I'm no stinking thief! I'm Tony Montana and I'm a political prisoner here from Cuba and I want my fucking 'Human Rights' just like President Jimmy Carter says, okay?... Silence. 7- There's a certain eloquence to the man`s plea but it falls on disbelieving ears. One of them chuckles. MAN #l Carter should see this human right. He's good. He's very good. What do ix: you say Harry? MAN #3 (walking out) I.. 'Freedomtown.' Let them take a look at him. A long look. CONTINUED #02154 6 Rev. 12/16/82 6 -4 CONTINUED 6 P- and ant 7 7 TONY Hey, that's okay, too, Harry. No hard feelings. Man #3 at the door stops, looks back. TONY Send me here, send me there. This. That. Nothing you can do to me Harry, Castro didn't do -- nothing.... That taunting smile on Tony's lips as, to the music of the immigration theme, we: DISSOLVE TO 7-A WT. FEDERAL BUS - HOUR LATER 7-P The bus is packed with the harder-looking refugee-types. The noise The windows are caged and we see INS guards. level is high, like a sack of monkeys. Manny (Manolo) Ribera's got his feet up on an empty seat. (X) He's big, strong, handsome, with dashing darkly feminine eyes -- younger than Tony, and dapper in his cheap clothing. He's eating a Baby Ruth candy bar. Seat's taken. TONY So I'll sit in your lap. Tony pushes his feet off, sits. He takes the Baby Ruth out of Manny's hand, peels out the bar of chocolate, then returns the empty wrapper to Manny, TONY So what'd you tell them? I told them what you told me to tell them. I told them I was in sani- tation in Cuba. .TONY I told I didn't tell you sanitation. you to tell them you was in a sani- tarium, not sanitation. The bus pulling out now. CONTINUED #02154 6-A Rev. 12/g/82 (Xl 7-A CONTINUED 7-A Is that what you told me?..You didn't tell me that. TONY You know if you hadn't opened your mouth, they woulda thought you were a horse. I told you to tell them you was cured. had TB and Fuck you Tony.... TONY You did nothing right. I shoulda left you in Cuba. 7-B EXT. MIAMI FROM BUS - ESTABLISHING SHOT 7-B of Miami as, to the music of the Immigration theme, we: DISSOLVE TO 8 INT. TONY'S TENT - FREEDOMTOWN - NIGHT (SIX MONTHS LATER) 8 A movie projector... We're watching . . . the face of Bogart -- unshaven, paranoid. a badly damaged 16 mm print of The Treasure of the Sierra - Madre. It's near the end of the film and he's alone, talking to himself just before the bandits get him.... The rag-tag audience is noisily yammering back at the screen, the camera moving past Manny Ray, chewing gum, hair slicked, eyes in cat-like repose...to Tony, enrapt, eyes like an eleven year old, mouth hanging open. BOGART What a thing. Conscience. Conscience. Xf you believe you've got a conscience, 'it`ll pester you to death. But if you don't believe you've got one, what can it do to you? Makes me sick so much talking and fussing about nonsense. Time to go to sleep. (closes his eyes but not for long) CUT TO 6-B #02154 Rev. 12/9/82 9 INT. TENT - LATER THATNIGHT 9 Tony is moving down 23rd Street, the walk proud and jungle in the rock of the hips and the cast of the shoulders -- now accompanied by his handsome compadre, Manny TONY That Bogart, Chico, hunh? CONTINUED #00766 7 9 __ CONTINUED 9 Fucking crazy, hunh! TONY That gold dust blowing in the wind. Y'see Manny, he's always looking over his shoulder. Hunh? Like me.... He hunches, darting exaggerated looks over his shoulder, imitating Bogart. Manny laughs. In his black shirt with zig-zag dots and colors and the baggy pants and sunglasses, Tony's starting to look American. He's even got himself a pop button pinned to his shirt that says "Fuck Off and Die." And hi6 English rolls faster off his tongue, his confidence more pronounced. TONY I . . don't trust nobody. Yeah all that gold, hunh -- I guess you get 60 crazy you never trust no- body no more. TONY Never happen to me, Chico. That's one thing I never gonna be. I never gonna be crazy like that. Yeah, how do you know.... TONY I know. I don't know. Sometime6 you crazy, too, Tony. TONY Assholes, I go crazy. You Manny, I never go crazy with you. You're like my brother, I love you! Yeah, sure. TONY c'mon. Hey, playfully punches Manny and they walk on into the Tony humid night, intersecting a young punk, Chi-Chi. CONTINUED #00766 8 s 9 CONTINUED - 2 9 CHI-CHI (to Manny; Spanish) Hey Manny. Oye Chi-Chi, what's going down. CHI-CHf Usual shit. Want some peanuts? Pago's carrying tonight. I don't know, I get all fucked up on it.... CHI-CHI Want some new snatch? A pussycat name of Yolanda just rolled onto the Boulevard --- Oh yeah, what she look like? CHI-CHI She look like you 'cept she got a snatch. A real snatch? CHI-CHI You're not kidding. It talks. As they chatter, Tony moves on with a movement of the head for Manny. "Later." He's in the middle of the "Boulevard" where a bustling black market in toiletries, clothing, cigarettes, and transves- tites is conducted nightly in the harsh glare of barrack neon. He ambles past a bunch of young guys throwing a Frisbee, past a "Viva Carter!" proclamation in graffiti.... TRANSVESTITE (passing) What about you sugar -- you wanna party? TONY (passing her) Yeah with whose cock, honey? CUT TO #02154 9 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 (X) 10 EXT. FREEDOMTOWN GROUNDS - NIGHT ,-- 10 Tony, five minutes later, in a phone booth, in the middle of ._ a bank of them, dozens of Marielietos pressing to get in, trying still to contact somebody -- anybody -- on the outside. Tony is dialing, his eyes shifting down to the telephone number written in pencil on the back of a snapshot- As he finishes the number, he flips the snapshot over and we see a young girl, about thirteen years old, dark, tiny, fiery, standing together with a dog and Tony, early twenties, in shadow, the fringes of the photo heavily tattered with handling. Tony stares at it, his mind drifting as the phone rings in a distant place. A brief moment of repose we have not yet seen in Tony. Someone picks up the phone. An older woman's Voice. His expression alters to uncertainty. VOICE Yes? ..Hello?..Who is this? Tony changes his mind, hangs up. Pause. The faces of those in line peer in, the next party raps on the door, but Tony ignores it, slips the snapshot back into the wallet in his pants, then at his own pace, exits the phone booth. He walks a few beats, his eyes pensive. Then recognizes somebody in another phone booth and goes over. Angel Frenandez has got the face of one, as he argues on the phone, then hangs up, a desolate look on his face, a worn phone book in his hand. TONY Angel, how ya doin'? ANGEL You know how many goddamn Fernandezes are living in fucking Union City? And I gotta call every fucking one of 'em to find my brother! TONY passing) (in Don't waste your dime, Chico. You know your brother hates you. ANGEL Go fuck yourself, Tony. Manny catches up to Tony. CONTINUED #02154 10 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 (Xl 10 c0NT1NUED 10 TONY Whatcha hanging around with that hustler for? Hey Chi-Chi's okay, he hears things, TONY What's he hear I don't hear. comes Angel over, listens. He hears we got problems. Im- migration is having these hearings, y ' know? And they're saying nine out of ten of us is gonna get back! shipped TONY Oh yeah? Yeah. And a lotta shit just went down at Indiantown Gap. In Pennsylvania. Riots, fires, broken heads.. -things are gonna pop here. TONY Shit, I coulda told you that. Yeah, so what do you think the immigration's gonna do when we riot? You think they're gonna let us out? They're gonna throw away the key, that's what. ANGEL Oh shit! What's I say. This is gonna end bad, muchachos.... TONY Hey, I tell youguys this isn't Cuba here, this is the United States. They got nothing but lawyers here. We're on the television. We're in the newspapers. Whatta they gonna do -- ship us back to Cuba? Castro -- he don't want us. Nobody no place wants us so whatta they gonna do -- put us in a gas chamber so all the people can see? They're stuck with us, Chico -- they gotta let us go! CONTINUED #02154 11 and 11-A 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 10 c0NT1NuED -2 10 (Xl Yeah, well, what if we gotta sit here another six months, hunh? TONY You worry too much, mi hermano. Like the man says, 'when you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds gonna follow' --hunh? Tony winks and walks off. The radio is playing hard rock, something like Blondie or Benatar from the stoop of a nearby barrack. Tony loves the sound and swings into it, snapping his fingers and rolling his hips like Presley. He back-peddles, smiling at Manny and Angel. TONY (in awful imitation) 'Oh yeah America! Love-to love you baby, oh yeah!' CUTTO #00766 12 EXT. PLAYING FIELD - DAY - TWO WEEKS LATER 11 Camera on Tony shuffling and feinting a soccer ball in al impromtu game; he's covered with sweat, tires a fancy mo\ around a younger kid who not only steals the ball away fl him but manages to lay him flat on his face. TONY (lying there) Aw fuck.... The game, leaving him behind, shifts downfield. Qye ! Tony! C'mon! Mamy, just arrived at the edge of the field, waves him o Tony, getting up, brushing himself off, walks off the fie towards him. ANGEL (at a distance) Hey Tony where ya going? TONY I got better-things to do. ANGEL Chicken liver, hunh? TONY (to Manny) Yeah? (looking zd) Let's walk. They walk. You ready for the good news, cone? TONY Yeah. MANNY We can be outta here in thirty days. Not only that. We got a green card and a job in Miami! Hunh? We're made, Chico, we're made? TONY Yeah, whadda we gotta do, go to Cuba and hit the Beard or what? c0NT1NuED #00766 14 CONTINUED 12 12 Angel is walking towards them. Tony signals him. (shakes his head) Forget it. Oh yeah -- there's a hundred greenbacks in it, For both of us. TONY (enthusiastic) Hey you're kidding, that's great! But Manny, you tell your guys Angel gets out with us. As Rebenga, in long-lensed closeup, nervously smokes a cigarette, eyes roving as the guard examines his papers. CUT TO MONTAGE - THE RIOT - FREEDOMTOWN - DAY 13 13 The visuals are swift, dispassionate and documentary-like. The refugees storm the barbed wire at the main gate, carrying bricks and wooden slats. ALL (in unison) Libertad! Libertad! NATIONAL GUARDSMEN AND STATE POLICE 14 14 form ranks outside. 15 REFUGEES 15 flee through a hole in the fence. GUARDS 16 move on them, wielding clubs. 17 SEVERAL REFUGEES 17 are scooting down a highway. 18 POLICE DOGS on chains are glimpsed. #00766 15 ,.-- 19 REFUGEES 15 throw stones and debris from the rooftop of a barrack. 20 REBENGA 2C nervously hurries a cigarette in his mouth, into a barrack. 21 ANGEL 21 tracks him, signals.... INSIDE - REFUGEES 22 22 are pulling apart their beds, going for the wooden slats. Others set fire to their mattresses. 23 THE POLICE AND GUARDS 23 are moving through the gates, restoring order. Loudspeakers blast. Injured refugees lie bleeding on the grounds. 24 AN ENTIREBARRACK 24 now goes up in flames. 25 INSIDE THE BARRACK 25 A bewildered Emilio Rebenga grabs his papers and valuables. Manny runs up on him. Rebenga sees him, senses danger, flees down the aisle with his satchel, intersecting other panicked refugees. Manny follows. Rebenga stumbles into a bed frame, shatters his glasses, then runs on. Into the smoke and flame. Out of which Scarface now appears -- in his killing wrath. TONY Rebenga! of the voice. Rebenga snaps to the sound TONY (Spanish) From the friends you fucked! CONTINUED #02154 16 Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 25 CONTINUED _,.- 25 The work is fast. The stiletto punches nine quick holes in , -~- his lungs and his heart.. .And the figure of death is gone. . . .And Emilio Rebenga staggers wildly in the smoke, uncompre- hending eyes encased in broken glasses Sinking out of frame. 26 EXT. FREEDOMTOWN - DAY 26 The riot is over. The grounds are still, smoke and debris the aftermath. DISSOLVE TO 2.7 INT. PROCESSXNG ROOM - DAY - A MONTH LATER 27 An Immigration Officer passes a sheaf of documents across a desk into a pair of hands. The camera gliding along a Green Card pinned to the top of the stack. It says "ANTHONY MONTANA" and it has picture and stamps. It's official, as the camera moves with triumphant immigration theme music.to the face of Mr. Montana examining quite contentedly the rewards of his efforts. End of montage. Music continues. DISSOLVE To 27-A EXT. DOWNTOWN MIAMI - SUNNY DAY 27-A The new Miami is rising UbiqUitOUSly above Biscayne Bay, the camera moving past blossoming skyscrapers, workmen, huge cranes, glass, mirrors booming upwards into a beautiful blue Florida sky, fleeced with perfectly white clouds.. .past a giant billboard: HOW ABOUT A MILLION DOLLAR LOAN? COME TALK TO US... AT THE BANCO DE MIAMI... TODAY! Past banks of glass (Caribank, Banco de Venezuela, Amerifirst).... Insert a car sticker going by with the image of the American flag and the reminder: "WilI. the last American leaving Miami please bring flag?" Tony and MaMy bop al.oig the street in their hand-me-down clothes, oogling the chicas and the bodegas (in a plush modern area of Miami). Boats. Buildings. Cars. CONTINIJEID #02154 16-A Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 27-A ?' CONTINUED 27-A TONY (looking around) J3oy -- can you believe this place .' Chico? (Spanish) Man, they weren't kidding around. TONY (pointing to a little old man walking towards them) See that old guy over there? Yeah. TONY Millionaire. How do you know? TONY Go over there. Ask him gimme some money. He'll give you the silver right outta his pants -- that's America man, that's what they do here. (almost believing) Yeah? Hey Tony catch this tomato. (adjusting his pants) Ooooh baby doll...(*SEE NOTE) A hot Cuban girl in heels comes down the sidewalk towards them with a female friend. NOTE) (*SEE TONY Hey baby what you say? (*SEE NOTE) She looks at him like he was the last thing in the world she'd say anything to. CONTINUED #02154 16-B Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 27-A c0NT1NmD - 2 27-A Tony waves her off, then changes his mind and runs up behind her and throws up her skirt and peeks at her ass. Before she can react, he hops away laughing as the two Cuban girls ad-lib Spanish expletives at him. Bey that's not cool, man. You wanna score one of these chicks, watch me. Mira! He wiggles his tongue up and down, fast like a small whirring motor part, then slips it back into his mouth in the flick of an eye. TONY ...the fuck was #at? You didn't see it? You weren't looking. Hey you gotta watch for it. Does it again, quickly; it looks like a baby robin's head peeking out of a nest iin his teeth, then it's gone. TONY What the hell's that for -- eating bugs? That's disgustin'. You think so hunh? Well you don't When know shit 'bout chicks Chico. they see this, they know. They go crazy. They don't resist me. Does it again. Tony tries but lacks the speed and agility, provoking Manny's laughter. Many double checks himself in a shop window. (doing it again) Takes practice, mi sangre, but they just love it when you flop that pussy with it.... TONY Oooh...cono! How 'bout that one? Pointing to a tall, cool blonde across the avenue. No problem. #02154 16-C (Xl Rev. l/18/83 27-B EXT. MIAMI SHOPPING STREET - DAY 27-B Tony walks right out into the avenue, sticking .out his arm and stopping traffic. Cars honk angrily but he couldn't give a shit. TONY Come on? Manny follows as Tony now moves across the opposite lane, a car screeching to a halt in front of him. TONY (points) Okay Rober Retfor, strut your stuff. The blonde has paused to look in a shop window. Manny stops alongside, pretends to look. When he catches her eyes, he flicks his tongue. She looks at him, confused, then back into the window. Manny look back at Tony, winks, sidles closer to her. Tony, waiting off to the side, catches the gaze of a somber child, four, toddling along with it's'mom. Be makes his own version of a funny face at the kid who looks back at him puzzled. Tony produces another face. The kid now smiles. The mother looks over. Tony shrugs. She smiles and moves along. Meanwhile, Manny has moved close to the blonde and suggests something, his eyebrows raising, the smile crooked. It takes a moment, then the blonde smacks him across the face and walks away. Tony walks over to him, mocking. TONY Pobre hijo de puta -- you got it all mixed up. This country first you gotta get the money, then you get the power and when you got the power, then you get the women -- and then, Chico, you got the world by the balls. Por 10s conjones. There you go talking bit again man. You don't know shit about the world. Who was it got us the green card, who got us the friends with the connections, hunh -- who's getting CONTINUED #02154 16-D . Rev. l/18/83 : 27-B c0NT1NuED 27-B MANNY (Cont'd) us a job? You or me? Not you man. You lucky you have any friends. You lucky to have me as a friend.... they walk off, back As to camera. (Xl TONY (X) Yeah, so where's this job? (Xl Don't push men, my friends gonna take care of everything. CUT TO (Xl 28 LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT - LITTLEHAVANA - NIGHT 28 on Southwest 8th Street. nCalle Ocho".... The parking lot is crammed with Moby Dick-size cars and casual Cubans in sports clothes bunched in conversations around their wheels or at the ice cream stand. The inside is a brightly lit glitterdome with fancy mirrors and chandelier effects, Spanish in influence, and every It combines the social functions of a table is taken. family restaurant, cafe, tourist haunt and late-night watering hole for various beasts of prey. The waitresses move like well-oiled troops along the paths to the kitchen, turning the tables at a speedy rate. The camera following past the pots and the pans and the steam and the yelling cooks -- to the deepest, darkest recess of this dungeon.... . . . To reveal Tony Montana stubbing grease off the pots and Manny Ray washing a stack of dishes. They're filthy and exhausted. A dish slips through Manny's fingers and crashes to the floor. A look between them suffices to tell us all. CONTINUED #02154 17 Rev. 11/12/82 28 CONTINUED .-- 28 TONY Your big shot friend better come up with something soon. I didn't come to America to break my fucking back, querido. (equally xated) Hey he's coming okay! What do you want? CUT TO 29 INT./EXT. LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT - NIGHT - HOURS LATER we are looking through a cubbyhole at the diners. Young Cuban guys with chiquitas drift in with their fancy clothes, diamonds and -- the mark of status -- large bodyguards. They're out front with the flash, shaking hands with friends, kissing, talking loud, familiar with the waitresses. Staring through the smeared window enrapt are Tony and M--q, wiping the sweat off their faces with towels. Look at that chick man, wow! Look at them knockers. TONY Yeah, look at the punk with her. What's he got that I don't got? He's good-looking that's what, look at his clothes, flash Chico, pizzaz!.. a litte coke money don't hurt nobody.... (Xl TONY Junkie! -- They got no fuckin' character. (looks at his hands) Look at these...fucking Cono! onions! They outta be picking gold (Xl off the streets. His hands are shriveled white from dishwater. COOK (Spanish) Hey you two, outside! You got company. . CONTINWED #Oil54 10 Rev. 11/12/82 29 CONTINUED 29 That's him -- El Mono's here! TONY (contemptuous of the name) El Mono? Shit.... CUT TO 30 EXT. PARKING LOT OUTSIDE LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT - NIGHT 30' Omar Suarez (El Mono -- "The Monkey") is so named 'cause he looks like one. Nervous, crooked, darting eyes, feverish intelligence, constantly smoking a cigarette and coughing between words, his face pock-marked and pitted like the moon from an old acne scars, he cuts a skinny figure at the wheel of a big beige Coupe De Ville, idling the motor...with him is Waldo Rojas eating a large foot and a half banana. In contrast he's amiable, heavyset with a receding hairline, flashing a lot of gold when he smiles. (leaning in the window) Hey Omar, Waldo, coma esta...my friend I told you about. Tony Montana.. .Omar Suarez, Waldo Rojas.... Waldo mumbles something indistinct, Omar just stares briefly as Tony hangs back, nodding arrogantly. Omar's eyes move back to Manny. OMAR I got something for you. That's great...What do we Oh yeah! gotta do? (X) We gotta unload a boat -- grass, twenty- five tons -- that's what we gotta do. You get five hundred each. Okay! (to Tony) what'd I tell you. See, TONY You gotta be kidding! Whaddayou think we are -- baggage handlers? CONTINUED #cl2154 19 Rev. 11/2/82 30 CONTINUED -- 30 Omar looks at him somehwat incredulously as Tony wipes his hands on his greasy apron as he talks. TONY ...five hundred dollars -- shit! What'd I do for you guys in the slammer, hunh? What was the Rebenga hit -- game of dominoes or somethin'? You're talkin' to important guys here. (shocked) Hey Tony, c'mon, it's okay Omar, we.... TONY Shaddup! Omar sniggers, his eyes shifting to Waldo who shakes his head and laughs. (to Manny'Zy) So what's it with.this dishwasher, Chico? Don't he think we coulda gotten some other space cadet to do Rebenga -- cheaper maybe. Fifty bucks? TONY (shrugs) So why didn't you? And who the fuck you calling a dishwasher, I'll wipe your monekyshit ass all up and down this Boulevard. Steps forward. Manny grabs him. Bey! -- Tony, Tony.... In the car, Omar looks over at Waldo. OMAR Guy's a lunatic, let's go. WALDO What about them Indians --- (Xl He buys it, somewhat amused. The idea crosses Omar's mind, OMAR Yeah.. . . (Xl CONTINUED #02154 20 Rev. U/12/82 30 coNTINuEa -2 30 (back to i?y) All right, smart ass, you wanna make some big bucks? You know anything about cocaine? TONY You kidding. OMAR ...There's a bunch of Columbians. (Xl Flying in Friday. New guys. They say they got two keys for us for openers. Pure coke. In a motel over in Miami Beach. I want you to go over there, and if it's what they say it is, pay 'em and bring it back. You do that, you'll make five grand. (to Tony-) Hey, that sounds great, Tony.... Tony says nothing. OMAR You know how to handle a machine gun? Sure we was in the Amy together. OMAR You're gonna need a couple other guys.... No problem. OMAR Meet me at Hector's bodega Friday at noon. You get the money then. Some- (Xl thing happens to the money, pobrecito, and my boss' gonna stick your head up your asses faster'n a rabbit gets fucked. Throws the remains of his cigarette at their.feet and pulls the Coupe De Ville out of the lot. CONTINUED #02154 20-A Rev. 11/Z/82 30 CONTINUED - 3 30 TONY I'm scared. (relieved) Tony you're pushin' your luck. c0NT1NuED #00766 21 30 CONTINUED - 3 30 TONY (walking away) You worry too much Manny -- you' re gonna get yourself a heart attack one of these days. (catching7 Yeah, so who are these Columbians? TONY So what does it matter? So whatcha have that look on for when Omar bring it up? Tony strips off his greasy apron. TONY So nothin'. I just don't like fuckin' Columbians that's what. They're animals! COOK (intersecting, Spanish) Where you greasers going, hunh, I got plenty of plates here. TONY Wash yourself. I just retired. `em Throws the Cook his apron. COOK (Spanish) What the fuck you gonna do! TONY Look after my investments. CUT TO EXT. MIAMI 3EACH - DAY - MOVING SHOT 31 31 The somewhat run-down, art-deco cheaper hotels of South Miami Beach. The porches are filled with senior citizens playing cards, reading papers, staring, slowly walking the street. The ramshackle sedan, jammed with Tony and his gang, rattles past. It's a beaten-up black and blue Monte Carlo, jacked up on its springs with dune buggy threads and needing paint. You'd arrest these guys on sight. #02154 22 Rev- 11/22/82 -- . INT./EXT. TONY'S CADILLAC - MI-1 32 BEACH - DAY 32 seen from the inside of the sedan. Tony turns down the salsa beat on the radio, smoking a cigarette tensely. Driving is Manny. In the delapidated backseat are Angel, the baby-faced punk, and Chi-Chi, both from Freedomtown. reflecting the tension, whistles a vapid series of Manw, notes under his breath as he waits for a light to change. Hey look at that chick, hunh? Lookit those tits man, she's begging for it! At the curb, an old crone hunchbacks her way in front of the teenage chick, who is coming off the beach in a bikini, blocking her off. CHI-C?XI (looking over) Whatta you crazy? She's 103 year6 old. Not her stupido! Her.... Camera revealing the teenager. TONY (the light changing) Drive, willya. (mocking) Sure, sure. Not to worry, Tony -- You get a heart attack. (looking in the rearview mirror) &gel, whatcha wearing the face for? ANGEL (tense, making light of it) Ah, it's okay. I just y'know forgot to make an offering. I was supposed to go by the madrina today. You still going to that cuncha? `(Xl CONTINUED #02154 23 Rev. 11/22/82 32 CONTINUED 32 ANGEL She knows her shit. She talks to Yemaya and Chango like nobody y'ever heard. As he talks Angel fingers a Negrita charm hanging around (Xl I his neck -- Chango, Cod of Fire and Thunder, his black face tilted at a carnal angle. Sharp teeth glinting, his eyes rolling in orgasmic imagery, his head crowned with gold. Many of the Marielitos in the film will be wearing this, also pendants with an eye to ward off the evil spirits, red and white beads, red kerchiefs, black hand charms silver- bangled bracelets, etc., all relating to their Afko-Catholic spiritualism. (making fun) Yeah, Chango looking out for us, . Angel? ANCEL Chango looking out for all the 'bandidos' everywhere. But you gotta pay him his dues, y'know. You gotta let him know you respect him. You don't, Chango -- he gets pissed an'.... TONY (angry) shaddup -- all of ya! I told (Xl Hey, you before I don't go for that mystical voodoo shit. That's for the old cunchas waving their rooster cocks in some dark alley, There's no gods, there's no Chango -- nowhere! You make your own luck. So shaddup and act like you're in the United States here. Silence. Through the windshield, the sign of a motel -- TBE SUN RAY -- is coming closer. (X) TONY Okay, this is it. Pull over across the street. The motel is coming closer in silence. TONY (to Manny) Money stays in the trunk till I come out and get it. Me. Nobody else. If I'm not out in fifteen minutes, some- I'm in Room 9. You thing's wrong. ready, Angelito? CONTINUED 23-A #02154 Rev. 11/22/82 32 coNTmuED -2 3: ,_.-- ANGEL Sure thing. . As Manny pulls the car up, they pull out Ingram Model-10 machine pistol with folding butt and suppressor, ten inches of kill power capable of firing 1100 rounds a minute -- it into a man's purse, it's in vogue. Tony can be slipped gettting out, to Angel: TONY Let's go.... CUT TO #02154 24 Rev. 11/2/82 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 33 33 Tony and Angel come slowly, gingerly down an exterior corridor to a room marked "9". Nodding to Angel who (Xl remains in the stairwell with the Ingram machine pistol, Tony knocks. Pause. 34 EXT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 34 The door's opened casually by an ugly, squat five-foot-four- inch Columbian, "The Toad". He's in his forties, sports shirt hanging over his polyester pants, old acne scars on his face, like Omar; he's good-natured, a nice guy, he smiles. TOAD Hey, oye amigo.... Spreading his arms in such a fashion to indicate he's clean. 35 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 35 Tony, stepping into the conventionally tasteless orange and blue motel room (with heavy blue drapes blocking the windows), spreads his hands in a similar posture inducating he too is not carrying; but this is only symbolic, it's not meant to be a body search. TONY (as he steps in) How you doing amigo...? The other person in the room is a tough-looking little dark Columbian chick with expressionless eyes, red fingernails, and short boy-cut hair, "The Lizard"; she's tinier than the Toad, about five-two. The Toad looks around the corridor, eases the door closed. TONY (checking out the room) Mind leaving the door open so my brothers know everything's okay... okay? Toad shrugs and readjusts, leaving it open a few inches, the conversation clipped and nervous throughout the scene. `TO@ problem... This is Marta. Sure, no CONTINUED #00766 25 3s CONTINUED 35 TONY Hello, Marta. She nods woodenly, stays across the room. Behind her, the television set is on to the Cable Newswatch. The protagonists intermittently flick their eyes to it, soothing the tension. TOAD I'm Hector.... Pause. TONY Yeah. I'm Tony. So Omar says you're okay. TOAD Yeah, Omar's okay. TONY You know Omar. TOAD Omar, yeah, I talk to him on the phone. TONY Okay.... TOAD Okay... so you got the money? TONY Yeah, you got the stuff? TOAD Sure I got the stuff, but I don't got it right here with me. I got it close by. TONY Yeah well I don't got it either, I got it close by, too. TOAD Where, in the parking lot? TONY How far's your stuff? No. Tony paces back towards, the door casually, $0 check Angel out.. .The Lizard staring at him. .. CONTINUED #00766 26 35 CONTINUED - 2 35 TOAD Not far. Pause. Everthing seems okay. TONY So what do we do, walk in and start over? TOAD (change6 subject} Where you from? Tony's eyes check out the bathroom. TONY What fuckin' difference does it make where I'm from? TOAD I like to get to know who I do business with. It's like he's stalling for time. The Lizard has made a move somewhere off-center andis now sitting on the bed, coiled and always watching. TONY You get to know me when you start doing business and not fucking around, Hector. TOAD Hey I'm just a friendly guy, maybe you don't.... TONY Okay, what's the stall here? Your guy late or something? 36 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 36 There's suddenly a door slamming somewhere outside, then commotion. ANGEL Tony! Tony goes for his cheap handgun when he hears a frightening female shriek, like a bird. CONTINUED #02154 27 Rev. 11/2/82 3 6 CONTINUED 36 LIZARD (slang Spanish) Don't! Get up! Now shithead! She's standing there with a .32 pointed steady at him, the eyes like angry steel. There's no mistaking her ability to Shoot. The Toad pulls a 9mm out of the small of his back, approaches Tony. Angel is shoved into the room, followed by two more Columbians, "The Kids". They slam the door, both carrying Uzis with silencers, neither of them higher than five-four (Xl or older than twenty, with their straight black Indian hair cut across their blank eyes, they look like hungry little pirranha careless about killing, muttering with the Lizard in fast Columbese slang. As Toad strips the handgun from Tony: TONY Frog face, you just fucked up. You steal from me, you're dead. Toad shrugs, he couldn't care less. TOAD Yeah, okay, you gonna give me the cash or am I gonna kill your brother first? 'Fore I kill you? TONY Try sticking your head up your ass. See if it fits. Toad, completing the body search, rips out the stiletto taped to the small of Tony's back. As he mutters something in hard Columbian slang to the two kids who shove Angel into the bathroom, producing strands of thick rope. Even more worrisome is the chainsaw that the Lizard now pull6 out of the suitcase under the bed. Toad begin6 assembling it as Lizard, still covering Tonywith her gun, completes the deadpan process by turning up the volume on the television set. The news, not 50 ironically in Miami, is about a drug-related triple-homicide. CUT TO: EXT. SUN-RRY MOTEL - DAY 37 37 Chi-Chi sitting at the wheel of the sedan, parked across the street. Manny paces outside the car, glances. #00766 28 38 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 38 A small woman -- the Lizard -- steps out in shadow in the parking lot of the Sun-Ray across the street, looks around, sees nothing, casually goes back in. 39 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 39 Manny looks at his watch. CUT TO 40 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 40 Angel hangs suspended on the ropes from the top of the shower curtain bar, his legs straddling the edge of the bathtub. Toad slaps a tape over his mouth. Tony, coverd by the two kids, watches from the lip of the bathroom. He bucks angrily but the two kids ram their pistols up against his temple and pin him to the door. Angel looks at Tony; the eyes between them steady. They're dead and they know it. Toad, well-prepared, connects a voltage adapter and extension cord. TOAD (to Tony) You watch what happens to your friend okay? If you don't want this to happen to you, you get the money. Lizard reenters the room, shakes her head at the Toad who nods and turns on the whirring machine. The Toad smiles amiably and angles the chainsaw slowly towards Angel. The two kids press tight against Tony, guns pointed at his brains...o.c. we know what's happening as we hear the chainsaw and we watch Tony's shock and rage. no expression Lizard has on her face. The machine cuts off. The Toad steps back from the tub, blood splattered on his shirt, examjning his first cut like a butcher. He glances at Tony. TOAD Now the leg, hunh? CONTINUED #00766 29 40 CONTINUED 40 A brief glimpse of Angel slumped by one arm like a cow on a strap, streaming blood, eyes conscious and horrified; a terrifying sight. The chainsaw whirrs once more. CUT TO 41 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 41 Manny, definitely suspecting something now, moves with Chi-Chi across the parking lot of the Sun-Ray Motel. They signal and separate. CUT TO 42 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 42 The Toad turns off the chainsaw and steps back, now drenched with Angel's blood, totally unaffected. He looks at Tony. Tony glances back at him with fury, tears involuntarily dotting his eyes. TOAD Okay, my 'caracortada', you can die too. Makes no difference to me. He nods. The kids shove Tony forward and we glimpse Angel lying hunkered at his feet in the bathtub, in the steam of his blood, piss dead. CUT TO 43 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 43 Manny moves crouched down the exterior corridor, Ingram pistol in hand, past an older couple who pretend not to notice. At the door of Room 9, Manny waits, listens.... CUT TO 44 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - 'DAY 44 The kids are starting to strap Tony up to the top of the shower. The Lizard watches from the lip of the bathroom, impassively. TOAD Last chance, carajo? CONTINUED #00766 30 44 CONTINUED Tony, devastated, spits in his face. TONY Go fuck yourself. Toad's eyes narrow meanly. Kid one slaps the tape across Tony's mouth. Kid two reaches up to tighten the overhead strap to Tony's wrist. The Toad turns on his chainsaw when suddenly there's a gunshot from the hall. 45 INT./EXT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY and the door smashes open and Manny barrels through and shoots a surprised Lizard as she raises her pistol. She crashes backwards into the room, wounded. Everything happens very fast now. Manny is at the lip of the bathroom, he fires and hits kid one, who is turning, in the neck. Tony, not tied up yet, spins on kid two and smashes the unloosened strap across his face, sending him reeling across the bathroom. The Toad, chainsaw in hand, slashes at Manny. Manny fires a burst into him and the Toad crashes backwards. Manny now spins into a wall, hit in the side. The Lizard, wounded on her knees, is firing her .32 at him. In b-g., the window simultaneously blows out as Chi-Chi appears firing a burst with his Ingram. In sharp f-g., the Lizard crumples forward on her knees, foaming blood. Tony, with the tape still stuck across his mouth, smashes kid two, pinned against the blood-stained sink, with the stock of his own Ingram. In the midst of this, the Toad jumps up, wounded but with strength, he tears out the motel room door hysterical gripping the whirring chainsaw in a reflex action. c0NT1NuED #00766 31 45 CONTINUED 45 Chi-Chi climbing through the window fires at him. Meanwhile, kid two, with a rattlesnake life in him, produces a knife out of nowhere, just missing Tony's gut by a half- second as Tony dances back, getting a grip on the machine pistol. He blows kid two away point-blank, putting another ten craters in the mirror of the now-wrecked motel room. Tony, yelling, whirls after the Toad. TONY I got him! Manny, holding his side, empties his pistol on kid one who is still twitching. Chi-Chi sees Angel, gags. CUT TO 46 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 46 The senior citizens, playing Mah-Jorigg on the porch, mutter in astonishment. As the Toad staggers out into the parking lot, blood flying, chainsaw in hand, moving like a jerky chicken. Their eyes follow. As Tony comes out, walking after him deliberately, eyes set in cold fury, machine gun swinging loosely at his side. There's no rush, no fear of the police, getting even is all that counts. He stands behind the Toad. TONY (Spanish) Your'turn, cabron!... The Toad whips around to the voice, eyes stark with terror. Tony empties the clip into the Toad, blowing hiin apart. The bystanders just stare, stunned by the ferocity. Then an old lady faints. The Toad's body lying awkwardly arched in the gutter, Tony turns and with a passing disinterested glimpse at his audience, calmly walks back into the motel; the distance and the light sufficient to conceal Tony's possible identi- fication. CUT TO ' #02154 32 Rev. U/16/82 47 SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY EXT. 47 Tony intersects holding side, Manny, his with Chi-Chi. TONY Manny, you okay? Manny nods. TONY Chi-Chi, get the car. Fast! CHI-CHI Si! (Xl 48 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM 48 Tony strides into the shambles of Room 9, past the bodies and busted furniture to the suitcase on the bed from which the Lizard pulled the chainsaw. The TV news still plays in the corner. stacks of.cocaine. Inside are several kilo-sized He shuts the suitcase, exits, stops, looks in the bathroom at the corpse of Angel O.C. He goes, stoops, brings Angel's Change charm into our view, fingers it, tosses it back in the tub. He goes. CUT TO 49 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 49 Chi-Chi has the sedan waiting in the parking lot. Tony hurries out, jumps in, the car speeding off. (Pisalo hasta (XI la tabla -- Step on it.) Past the senior citizens who are retreating inside their rooms. The camera swinging to hold on the blue and black Monte Carlo disappearing into the traffic of the Strip as twb cop cars come screaming past them from the opposite direction. CUT TO 50 EXT. LITTLE HAVANA RESTAUWWT - PHONE BOOTH - DUSK 50 The booth is in the busy parking lot, Tony on the phone, Chi-Chi and Manny wait in the sedan. TONY Yeah, bunch of cowboys!..somebody fucked up Omar. CONTINUED #02154 33 Rev. 11/22/82 (Xl - 50 CONTINUED 50 OMAR' s VOICE (shaken) Look, let me check it out right away! TONY YOU do that, Omar, you do that. OMAR'S VOICE You got the money? TONY i Yeah -- - I got the yeyo. and OMAR'S VOICE You got the yeyo? Bring it here. TONY E'uck you. I'm taking it to the boss myself. Not you. Me. - OMAR s VOICE Okay, okay. All right. Frank's gonna wanna see you anyway. Look, meet me tonight at Hector's at eight. TONY Hey Omar.... OMAR'S VOICE Yeah? TONY That was some pick up you sent us on. Pause. OMAR'S VOICE What's that mean? Tony hangs up, walks back to the sedan. CUT TO 51 51 EXT. LOPEZ CONDO - SOUTH MIAMI - NIGHT on Bricknell Avenue in a swank high-rise district adjacent Coconut Grove and Coral Gables, the hub of South Miami.... The doorman shows Omar, Manny, his. side bandaged, and Tony, carrying the suitcase, through giant glass portals, past seriously armed security cops in the lobby. #02154 34 Rev. l/18/83 INT. LOPEZ CONDO - NIGHT 52 52 A deluxe apartment with the latest in electronic security and surveillance, and a profusion of mirrors and luxury items... and a hefty, Indian-looking bodyguard (Ernie), eyes quietly trained like a Doberman pinscher. The boss, Frank Lopez, comes down a carpeted corridor, dressed for dinner in an expensive suit and shoes, somewhat preoccupied as he greets Tony, then Max-my with a phony effusion of warmth. He's of Cuban-Jewish extraction, now Americanized in a rough and handsome sort of way, on the heavy side, the face going slightly soft, but the eyes and bulk carrying an odor of danger about him. LOPEZ How ya doing, Tony? Glad to meet you. How 'bout a drink? TONY Mr. Lopez... real pleasure. LOPEZ Call me Frank, Tony. Everybody calls me Frank. My Little League team, even the prosecutors 'round town, they all call me Frank. TONY Okay Frank. Frank shakes hands with Manny. LOPEZ Howya doing? (awed) ..Fine yeah. TONY Ray, he was with us on the Manny job. LOPEZ (to Manny) (Xl I hear you caught one? Manny shrugs, works his arm, showing us the wound doesn't (Xl bother him too much. CONTINUED #02154 34-A Rev. l/38/83 52 c0NT1NuED 52 (Xl Just the flesh. Went right through. LOPEZ (Xl (heading for the bar) Yeah, Omar here tells me good thing about you boys. CONTINUED #02154 35 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 52 CONTINUED 52 .- TONY (glances at Omar) Yeah. Omar's terrific. LOPEZ Not to mention of course the nice job you guys did for me on that Commie sonufabitch Emilio Rebenga. TONY You don't have to mention it. That was fun. LOPEZ (smiles, likes the kid's balls) Scotch? Gin? Rum? TONY Gin's fine. LOPEZ (pouring) Yeah, .I need a guy with steel in his balls. I need him close to,me, a guy like you Tony -- and your compadre here. TONY Yeah.. .well. Still a little overwhelmed by the opulence of the place, his clothes feeling narrow and cheap on him, Tony steps forward and puts the suitcase up on the bar with the gin, which Lopez passes to him, eyeing the suitcase. TONY two keys. .that's i t . That' s the Angel died `cause of this shit. And here's the money. (produces the money) It's my gift to you -- from me. (Xl Pause. Lopez shakes his head, sighs. LOPEZ It's too bad about your friend, Tony, if people'd do business the right way, there'd be no fuckups like this.... He glances hard at Omar who squirms. CONTINUED #02154 36 Rev. l/18/83 52 CONTINUED - 2 52 Without opening it, Lopez signals the bodyguard who takes the suitcase and the money from under Tony's nose. LOPEZ Don't think I don't appreciate this gesture, Tony. You find in this business, you stay loyal you move up and you move up fast. Salud! They drink the toast. With their eyes. LOPEZ Then you find out your biggest head- ache's not bringing in the stuff but figuring out what to do with all the goddamn cash. (drinks) TONY Yeah, I hope I have that,problem some day. Lopez looks, distracted., down the corridor from which he came, to Ernie, the bodyguard. LOPEZ Where the hell's Elirira? Go get her, will you, Ernie? The big bodyguard exits smoothly. LOPEZ (to the others) The broad spends half her life dressing, the other half undressing. TONY I guess you gotta catch her in the middle, hunh? / Lopez laughs. LOPEZ Yeah. When she's not looking.- What do you say guys, to a little food? (finishes his drink at his impatient pace) TONY Yeah sure, I could eat a horse. ERNIE Here she comes, Mr. Lopez. #02154 37 1x1 Rev. I/10/83 53 TONY 53 looks up, his eyes tumbling on the most beautiful blonde he's ever seen. The lady, is coming down the glassed-in elevator, adjusting her $10,000 Yves St. Laurent burgundy dinner dress. ALTERNATIVE LOPEZ LOPEZ Oooh sweetheart, you look Where you been baby, it's like a millions bucks. ten o'clock, I'm hungry. She doesn't answer, her eyes ELVIRA flicking disinterestedly You're always hungry, you over Tony and Manny, knowing should try starving. what the evening's going to be and not too happy about Lopez laughs. it. LOPEZ - I want you to meet a friend of mine. Tony Montana...Elvira...Manny Ribera. ELVIRA Hello. TONY Uh...hi. (equally impressed) Yeah, hi. ELVIRA I assume we're going to be a fivesome. Where are we having dinner? FRANK Oh, I thought we'd eat at the Babylon. - 1 ELVIRA Again? If anyone wanted to assassinate you, you wouldn't be too hard to find. (coming toward her, laughing) Me? Who'd want to kill me? I got nothing but friends. CONTINUED #02154 38 Rev. l/18/83 53 CONTINUED _- 53 ELVIRA You never know, do you? Maybe the catcher on your Little League team. Neatly avoiding his intended smooch, she slips by him (Xl towards the door, her throat flashing a $20,000 strip of jewelry. ELVIRA Come on, Frank, let's go. Tracking a cool, polished hauteur, she exits the apartment. a Lopez, after pause, snaps at his men. LOPEZ let's go. Okay, CUT TO 54 EXT. THE BABYLON CLUB - NIGXT 54 .We know this is no workingman's dive when Lopez piles them out of his Rolls, and the carhops are moving Bugattis, Lamberghinis and Corniches in a long snaking line down the driveway. Single girls in high-collared silver lame jumpsuits with cinched waists, prowl like big glistening tents back and forth across the entry doors, rich young coiffed playboys in their Porsches honking their horns in appreciation. Brain drain. 55 INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 55 The interior is built like three or four plush apartments that run together on three separate levels with imaginative angles, mirrors, swimming pool, bars, twenty-piece band, hundreds of tropical plants, dance floor, video games, computers and a restaurant. Itrs a lavish fun spot that will play a central role in the film, a drug dealer haven and nighttime capital of South America. The crowd, a combination of Caucasian and Latin, is mostly young, rich and happy and a lot of them coked; the girls, upperclass in sleek dresses, trim figures, heels, hats, sensuous bodies, yell as they dance to a black American "Partying Down Tonight".... music beat, "Celebrating" or CONTINUED #00766 39 55 CONTINUED 55 The waitresses, mostly blondes, wear little coca channel hats pinned to their heads and the barest pants with hose and high heels. Rich young guys with a lot of gold and diamonds on their necks and hands huddle briefly in groups or chat. Down at the vid games are younger chicks in jeans and tough-looking tank tops with "Motherfuckah" and "Fuck Me" written on them. Manny's coming from the toilets, tries to pick one of them up. .lYANNY So whaddaya say, hunh? He flashes his tongue. She looks at him, amused. CHICK You got a buck? Sure I got a buck, whaddaya think I am, poor? CHICK (indicates the machine) Put it in, let's play. I-had other things in mind. CHICK You check out on this and we'll talk about other things. (looks off, concerned, then confronts the complex machine} Puck, how do you play this thing? CUT TO 56 56 INT. BABYLON CLUB Frank Lopez, intoxicated, takes his heart pill with a slug of champagne. He sits next to Tony, who is agog at all this wealth. Elvira is in con- Omar and Ernie look on. They' re versation with a girl friend who has stopped by. sitting at the best table in the place, finishing up a giant meal. The empty spot belongs to Manny. CONTINUED #02154 40 Rev. (Xl 12/9/82 56 CONTINUED 56 r- LOPEZ (to Tony) -- . * -Over there that's Ronnie Echeverria. Him and his brother Miguel they got a big distribution set-up here to Houston and Tucson.... Their point of view -- Ronnie Echevarria, powerful, competent- looking man in conversation with a party of people. LOPEZ That guy there, in the purple shirt -- Gaspar Gomez. Bad news. Stone killer there ever was one. Stay away. Their point of view -- Gaspar Gomez at a table with another guy and gorgeous woman. LOPEZ ...the fat guy, with the chicas is Nacho Contreras -- El Gordo. Wouldn't know it to look at him but he's got more cash than anybody in here. A real haza.... Their point of view -- El Gordo is fat, dressed like a cheap slob and playing up to a bunch of chicas. LOPEZ . ..you know what a haza is, Tony? TONY 'Haza'? No Frank, what's a haza? LOPEZ It's Yiddish for pig. It's a guy he's got more'n what he needs, so he don't fly straight anymore, y'know. That's the problem in this business, Tony, there's too many 'hazas' and they're the ones you got to watch out for. If they can fuck you outta an extra dime, they'll rip you and flip you and then fuck you with a stick for the pure pleasure of it. See it all comes down to one thing, Tony boy, never forget it! Lesson number one -- don't under- estimate the other guy's greed. ELVIRA Lesson number two -- don't get high on your own supply. CONTINuEiD #02154 40-A Rev. 12/9/82 56 coNTmuED'- 2 56 The girl friend has departed and Elvira turns her attention '\ back to them, bored. LOPEZ That's right. Course not everybody follows the rules. (eyeing Elvira) HEAD WAITER There you go, Mr. Lopez. He's popped the champagne cork and pours Dom Perignon for Lopez. LOPEZ Head Waiter nods. LOPEZ Give it to everybody and bring another, willya Jack? (to Tony) Five hundred fifty dollars for this bottle Tony, what do you think of that, hunh? For a bunch of fucking grapes -- isn't that something? CONTINUED #00766 41 56 CONTINUED - 2 56 ELVIA (to Tony) In France, it cost $100 but don't tell anybody in Miami. Tony catches her eye. She looks interested. away, INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 57 57 A Man passes the table. Lopez calls out. LOPEZ Hey, George -- buddy. Hey, Frank.. -how's the case coming? The Man's eyes thread the table. He looks sharp, heavy- lidded, cigarette-eyed, his voice a hoarse croak, a cigar- ette dangling from his mouth, his manner cool but amicable with Lopez. This is George Sheffield, Miami lawyer. LOPEZ OY, I shoulda come to you 'stead of that putz, Neufeld. SHEFFIELD Jack's a good lawyer. I taught him everything he knows. LOPEZ Yeah, almost everything. SHEFFIELD (to Elvira) Elvira, you look terrific... (to all) Enjoy .yourselves. He ambles off. LOPEZ I . . best goddamn lawyer in Miami. Cost a brick to pick up a phone. Tony looking off at him, remembering it. LOPEZ his. (raising champagne glass) so.. .here's to old friends...and new friends. CONTINUED . #02154 42 Rev. 11/22/82 57 CONTINUED 57 They toast, Tony tasting it like it was Holy Water. LOPEZ Well, Tony? TONY Hey, yeah, you're not kidding, this is good stuff, Frank. check. Lopez laughs, likes the kid, tweaks him on the LOPEZ (checking Tony'6 threads) Yeah, get you some new clothes, some $500 suits, you'll look real sharp. I'd like you and your boys to handle some stuff for me, Tony, work with Omar here. We're doing something big next month. Running a string of mules out of Columbia. You do good on that, there'll be other things. away. Omar doesn't like it but glances TONY Hey, that sounds like fun, Frank. Thanks. The music shifts to slow dancing. ELVIRA away (waving cigar smoke) SO, you want to dance, Frank or you want to sit here and have a heart attack? LOPEZ I'd rather have a heart He- dance? attack. CONTINUED #00766 43 57 CONTINUED - 2 57 ELVIRA (rising) Don't foam into the Dom Perignon. Glancing at Omar, sitting there obediently. Her eyes say forget it. ELVIRA (to Tony) How about you? nods sure, looks Tony at his boss. LOPEZ (waves) Go on! They go. 58 INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 58 It's interesting to watch Tony walk to the floor, leading Elvira. It's not so much an act of walking as it is an act of war, a tank bouncing anything or anybody off that gets in the way. Be just proceeds in a straight dead line, eyes forward. It's not that he doesn't see the people he bumps off, it's that he couldn't care less. -: LOPEZ (to Omar) What do you think? OMAR I think he's a fucking peasant. LOPEZ Yeah -- but you get guys like that on your side, they break their backs for you. CUT TO 59 INT. BABYLON CLUB DANCE FLOOR - NIGHT 59 Tony and Elvira are dancing semiclose to a slow Billy Joel dance tune. Be's no great shakes as a dancer, leaden in the legs and shoulders. TONY ...so what's your name, Elvira what? CUNTINuE33 #02154 44 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 (Xl 59 CONTINUED 59 ELVIm St. James. TONY Elvira St. James. Sounds like a nun or something. So where you from? He bumps into an elderly couple dancing, ignores them. ELVIRA Baltimore.... TONY Baltimore? Where's that? ELVIRA Look, it doesn't really matter. I'm getting a headache. TONY Just trying to be friendly. ELVIRA I've got enough friends -- and I don't need another one, 'specially one who just got off the banana boat. He makes a point of looking at her. TONY Hey, I didn't come over on no banana boat. I'm a political refugee here. ELVIRA Oh, part of the Cuban crime wave? Tony, pissed, bangs once more into the elderly couple. The man stops dancing, looks at him exasperated but Tony doesn't see. TONY Whatta you talking crazy for, whatsa matter with.you? ELVIRA (interrupting) .. .I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so sensitive about your diplo- matic status. CONTINUED #02154 45 and 46 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 (X) 59 CONTINUED - 2 59 TONY ...Why you got this beef against the world? You got a nice face, you got great legs, you got the fancy clothes and you got this look in your eyes like you haven't been fucked good in a year. What's the problem, baby? Elvira laughs at him, furious. ELVIRA You know you're even stupider than you look. Let me give you a crash course, Jose whatever your name is, so you know what you're doing around here. TONY (interrupting) Now you're talking to me, baby! ELVIRA First who, where, why and how I fuck is none of your business, second don't call me 'baby,' I'm not your baby and last, even if I was blind, desperate, starved and begging for it on a desert island, you'd be the last thing I'd ever fuck. You got the picture now -- so fuck off. . TONY thataway. Hey, She whips off the floor, pissed. He watches her, amused. CUT TO 60 60 thru OMITTED thm 62 62 #02154 47 thru 51 Rev. l/18/83 63 I&IT. CAR-DAWN 63 (X) Tony and Manny drive home in the broken down Monte Carlo -- sedan through the streets of Little Havana. They've'been partying all night, clothes rumpled, Tony (X) smoking his cigar, feeling good. TONY That chick he's with...she loves me. (driving) Oh yeah, how you know that? TONY The eyes, Manny -- they don't lie. You're serious? Tony, that's Lopez '6 lady. He'll kill us. TONY What are you kidding -- he's soft. I seen it in his face -- booze and a cuncha tells him what to do. Pause. .~ 63-A 63-A and OMITTED and 64 64 (Xl CUT TO 65 EXT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - SOUTHWEST MIAMI - LATE DAY 65 The house, bathed by a torpid setting sun amicable to lizards and Spanish moss, sits undistinguished and without shielding trees in the midst of a lower middle class neighborhood with look-alike yards and streets without people. . 66 INT. TONY'S CADILLAC SEDAN - SIMULTANEOUS DAY 66 From his battered Monte Carlo across the curb, Tony, spruced up and nervous in a new suit, gets out carrying a bag of gifts. Manny is at the wheel, curious. TONY Be back in an hour okay. CONTINUED 64 -$ The new Miami is rising ubiquitously-above Siscayne Say, the camera moving ?ast blossomina SkpCra~rS, workzen, huge cranes, glass, mLrrcrs boo&q unwards into a beautiful blue Florida sky, fleeced-&th wrfectly white - clouds...past a giant billboard:--- f.- .a .* .--A - -. COPS TALK TO us... AT THE l3AXCO DE xL%xI.. . TODAY! Past banks of glass (Caribank, Ranco de Venezuela, Amerifirst).., Insert a car sticker ,-oincr by with the image of the American flag and the rem&&x: [email protected] the last Amrican leaving Miami please bring the fLag?'* Tony and Z-lanny,' on a shoppirg szree, Sop along an incredibly Wxurious shopping mall lined with the latest stores, fashions, escalators, music, tropical plants, etc -- a w3rm womb-like plastic heaven. . TONY . . ..I. shoulda been here IO vears ace man. This town's like a fig pussy dyin' to $5 fucked, ParaBise, rr.an, saradisef I: coulda been a millionaire now. Get xy 3wn golf COXSP, a boat... mhi I want 2 line of bluejeans vith .?ry name on the - chicks* asses. TONY . ..yeah ve gotta make sore moves on our own Xanny, we never gcnna score the i3ig Xoney vorking for Frank. Frankvs okay. TONY Yeah -- cause he buys you a suit? You thinkin' like a chicker,h,ead again - - A -- mNNY Frank*= got a.n organization TOW Organizaticn? I got more brains than Omar and he's bigger than ~TC, That's not an organization. That`s a disorganization. pihat do you do for a brain man? Piss in it?' ' ,. . . 48. . . Fuck you, somebody oughta shoot YOUi Fut YOU outta , your misery . .(seeing something) ;c Hey catch this tomato :Z .l . . .. ,a Catching the eye of one of two young Girls passing, Manny primps for them. . Ooooh baby doll * (SEE NOTES) TONY Yeah, what do you girls say? you manna have some ice cream with us somewhere? . They glance at Tony and Nanny and hti&ry on, . Tony waves her off, thenchanges his mind and runs up behind her and throws up her skirt and peeks at her ass. Before she can react, he hops away laughing as the two Cuban girls ad-lib Spanish expletives at him. . Hey that's not cool, man. You war-ma score one of these chicks, watch XW=. Nira! \ :- He wiggles his tongue up and down, fast like a small whirring motor part, then slips it back into his mouth in the -- flick of an eye. TONY !..the fuck was that? I . MAW You didn't see it? You weren't looking. Key you gotta watch for it. . Does it again , quickly; it looks like a baby robin's head peeking out of a nest in his teeth, then it's gone. . TONY What the hell's that for -- eating bugs? That's disgustin', You think so hunh? Xell you did know shit *bout chicks Chico. When . They go they see this, they kno?~. . . They don't resist me. crazy. 49. - . . Does it again. Tony tries but lacks the speed and agility, f _~ provoking Na~y*s laughter. Manny double checks himself in _ ..rJr a shop window. -l. - *&am .l e . - it again) Takes practice, mi sengre, but they - just love it when you flop that pussy with it.... . TONY' Oooh . ..com! How *bout that one? . Pointing to a tall, cool blonde across the avenue. MANNY No problem. . EXT.. KIA,?-c SHOPFIISG STREET - DAY. Tony vales right out into the- aitenucs, a+.
. TONY , Corn2 on1 Mar&T follows as Tony now moves across the oppcslte lane, a car scree-&ing to a halt in front of him. Ia TONY (points) Okay Rober Retfor, strut your stuff. The blonde has paused to look in a shop window. Nanny stops alongside, -pretends to look. h!hen Se catches her eyes, he flicks his tongue. She loo'ks at him, confused, then back into the AndoT:. Nanny looks back at Tony, winks, sidles closer to her. Tony, exiting off to the side, catches the gaze of a somber child, four, toddling along with it's mom. He makes his own version of a S'UMy face at the kid who looti back at him puzzled. Tony produces another face. The kid nocf smiles. She smiles The mother looks over. Tony shruqs. _- and moves along. e. , . . *. . , *. . - ? _- _ . +. x Meanwhile, Manny has moved close to the blonde and suggests something, his eyebrows raising, the smile crooked. It -. takes a moment, then the blonde scks him across the face . ._.a*. . - .- and walks akay. - Tony walks up to him, mocking. . TONY Tnrn telling you man you got it- all mixed This country first,you gotta get the UP* money; then you get the power, and when you got the power, then you get the women -- then, chico, you got the worldby the balls. Por Los cojonesl . . . ?4ANNY Hey Tony, last time this year you was in a fucki.n* cage in Cuba. Why don't you take it easy Chico, slow down, one step at a time, be happy what you got you know? You get on your death bed you look around you think to yourself .wSen vas I ever haPPy7' . Camera moving with Tony as he glances in an elegant k-indcw displaying jewelry, TONf You be I want what's comin' to me when happy. I'm alive not when I'm dead. - WUJNY (shakes his head) Yeah, what's comin' to you Tony? . TONY The world man and everything in'itl As he goes into the store, the camera panning to the diamond's in the window. CVT TO 65, EXT.. TONY'S MYT,EZR'S BUUSE - SOUTHWEST ,?!IAMI - NIGHT PAGE 47 -. . . - - 51-A #02154 Rev. 12/16/82 66 66 CONTIN'WD Okay.,. be cool. --a house, with the paper bag held high Tony approaches the against his chest. 67 67 EXT./INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - LATE DAY A stout aging woman with a Tony's Mother opens the door. powerful face, she's shook to her roots. r TONY (gently, in Spanish) (Xl Mami... long time.... (X) MAMS No postcards from jail, hunh? He doesn't offer to kiss her nor she him. Mother Pause. Someone else is in the house. Mother looks behind her. She opens the door. looks back as if she has no choice. He steps in. He looks. #02154 52 Rev. 11,'22/82 68 INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 68 The interior is comprised of small, narrow rooms filled 'with religious objects from macumba and waist-high black Jesus statues in various corners. The floor is without rugs and mosaicked with inexpensive, Aztec-type tiles, the impression clean, cluttered, Catholic, somewhat depressing. Stepping forward to the center of the living room like a cautious cat is his ninteen-year-old sister Gina. Their eyes lock. TONY (moved) Hi Gina.... GINA Tony? She looks at her mother confused. She's a naturally dark, curly-headed beauty with a slim, graceful figure and large-lidded eyes brimming with the same energy as Tony's. (She might also be recognizable from the snapshot we saw in Tony's possession.) TONY (covering his unwonted emotion) Yeah, look at you, you're beautiful... what's it been seven years? Last (Xl you looked like a boy. time I saw you, Now look at you, you got great big eyes just like me! Yeah, so.... He holds out wrapped gift towards her, about to give it. a TONY I got this for you, no big.deal but.... GINA Oh Tony! Gina suddenly. explodes across the room and rushes into his grasping him fiercely. arms, GINA ...it's you! Tony, over her shoulder, catches hi6 boring mother's eyes into him stonily. CONTINUED #00766 53 68 CONTINUED 68 GINA I never thought I'd see you again -- never! Tony, over her shoulder, opens the gift. TONY Hey pussycat, c'mon -- you think they can keep a guy like me down? Disengaging gently, he holds up the contents of the gift box in font of her. It's a beautiful diamond locket to wear around her neck. Her eyes open wide. TONY ...yeah for you...and look -- here. What I got written on it.... "To Gina From Tony. Always." GINA It's beautiful Tony, it's just beautiful.... The mother is amazed at the cost of the gift. Tony pulls out another present, for her. TONY ...for you too Mama, look.... Moving towards her, he opens the package and pulls out an exquisite peral necklace. She stares at it, doesn't take it. Gina comes over, takes it for her. GINA it's beautiful... Mama, (offers it, an unspoken 'why donrt you take it?') Mama doesn't. Gina puts it away with her own. TONY (holding Gina by the shoulder, making light of it) Well anyway, here we are hunh? The three musketeers! We made it to America hunh? Let's toast! CONTINUED #02154 54 Rev. 11/Z/82 68 CONTINUED -2 68 Tossing the empty package aside, he pulls the last gift -- a bottle of champagne. TONY Oye ! To America! (singing) 'America. America....' CUT TO 69 INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S KITCHEN - NIGHT 69 (Xi Mama, with things on her mind, is silently cooking a lunch, as Tony and Gina finish the champagne at the kitchen table. GINA . . .So Mama's still at the factory and I'm working part-time at a beauty parlor. I'm doing hair. Remember Hiram Gonzalez? His father had the babershop? Tony nods. GINA It's his place. Plus I'm going to junior college -- Miami Dade -- and in two more years I get my cosmetology license and then I'll be making enough.... TONY Yeah, well surprise, all that's over with starting today. I didn't bring up my kid sister to work in no hair shop.... Mama looks over at him on the words "bring up" and he catches her look. TONY ...and Mama don't have to sew in no factory. He pulls out a bundle of cash, fifties and hundreds, and starts peeling them off on the table. Mama stops working, looks. TONY (to Mama as he counts) Yeah, your son's made it Mama, he's a success. I wanted to surprise you. That's how come I didn't show. my face around before. I wanted you to see what a good boy I been. -- CONTINUED #00766 55 69 CONTINUED 69 Pushes a thousand dollar stack towards her. TONY That's a thousand dollars right there, Mama -- for you. She approaches it cautiously, her fingers riffling the bills, then looks back at her son. Who'd you kill for this Tony? GINA (aghast) Mama! TONY I didn't kill nobody Mama, (lying) No? What are you doing now -- banks or is it still bodegas, you and the others? TONY C'mon Mama. Things are different. I'm working with this anti-Castro I'm an organizer now, we get .group. a lotta political contributions.... Sure you do Tony -- with a gun sticking in somebody's face. All we read about in the papers is the animals like you and the killings, what about the Cubans who come here and work hard and make a good name for themselves? What about.... GINA (springing to her feet) What are you saying Mama! He's your son! Son? I wish I had one. He's a bum! He was a bum then and he's a bum n o w ! CONTINUED #GO766 56 69 CONTINUED - 2 69 MAMA (Cont'd) (to Tony, she's worked up like a madwoman now) Who do you think you are, we haven't heard a word from you in five years and you suddenly show up here and throw some money around and you think you can get my respect? You think you can buy me with jewelry? You think you can come into my house with your hotshot clothes and your gutter manners and make fun of.... TONY Hey Mama, come on, you don't know what you're talking about..... (continuing) No, no, that's not the way I am Tony and that's not the way I -- (emphasizing it) L raised Gina to be. You're not going to destroy her. I dont' need your money, thanks. I work for my living -- and I don't want you in this house anymore and I don't want you around Gina. So leave us alone...go on, get out! And take this lousy money with you, it stinks! She casts the bundle of bills back across the table at him like dead lettuce. A silence. Tony sits there livid, soothing his scar, about to explode, but doesn't. Gina mutters something in the silence. GINA Oh Mama.. .why do you got to spoil it for everybody. (to Tony) I'm sorry Tony, I.... Tony nods his head at his mother. TONY igently) Okay, Mama, okay.... CUT TO #OS?154 57 Rev. 11/Z/82 EXT. TONY'S MOTHERS HOUSE - NIGHT 70 70 (Xl Tony walks out icily. (waiting in the car, seeing his expression) Relatives, hunh? A pain in the ass, they --- TONY Shaddup! He's climbing into the car when Gina hurries out the house. GINA Tony! Hey who's that? Checks himself in the rearview mirror, slicks his hair. Tony and Gina talk next to the car. GINA Tony-.-Mama -- since Papa off.... took TONY Hey forget Papa, we never had one, okay? He was a bum! GINA (continuing) . . . she's got a lot of hate in her Tony, she's proud, you got to understand that? TONY (making light of it now) Hey it's okay, it's Mama, what do you want, she's Old World. GINA I know you did some bad things Tow, then. The Army, I know you got back trouble. into some TONY Communists you know, they're always trying to tell you what to do. GINA Mama, she doesn't understand-.-but I just want you to know, y'know, I don't care. Five years, ten years, CONTINUED #02154 58 Rev. 11/22/82 70 .CONTINUED 70 GINA (Cont'd) it doesn't matter how long you been away, you're my blood. Always. Pause. She stares intently at him, emphasizing it. TONY Hey I know...1 know. She gives him a soft kiss. He takes out his money roll. TONY Say, I want you to keep this for yourself. Okay? Help Mama out, but don't tell her I gave you this, okay? She hesitates.. He nudges her on the cheek and slaps'the whole wad into her palm. TONY Go on! Go out and have some fun, what the hell? You gonna beat your- self to death at nineteen, pussycat like you? He gets in the car. She peers in. GINA You can come by the shop y'know, any afternoon, I'll be there okay? Her eyes fall on Manny at the wheel. He smiles back with charm. Gina's eyes pause on him, then withdraw. The sedan drives off. 71 INT. TONY'S CADILLAC SEDAN - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER 71 (driving) cone, you -never told me you had Hey, such a good-looking doll for a sister! Tony looks at him icily. TONY tx: Stay away don't ever let me MaMy, catch you fuckin' around with her, don't ever fuck around with,her.... (feeling EYeat) Sure...sure. A beat. CUT TO 59 #02154 l/18/83 Rev. MONTAGE - PASSING TIME 72 72 Music accompanying the flipping of calendar leaves. 73 CUSTOMS - MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY 73 U.S. Tony, spruce in his new three-piece suit with the diamond on the finger and the expensive watch, looks like the young ethnic American businessman in import-export as he steps in front of a chunky, young Customs Officer, who looks at him coldly. CUSTOMS OFFICER Mind opening that, sir? Tony, calm, unzips the chic leather single suitcase, his eyes drifting around.... A woman, with a child and toy panda in a baby carriage, is cursorily checked through an adjacent line. A nun is waived through the third line. A stockbroker waiting in a fourth line, glances nervously (Xl in Tony's direction. Tony looks away, back at the Officer who is thoroughly ransacking the suitcase looking for a false bottom. He waits, confident. An old man is waived through a fifth line, 74 OMITTED 74 75 75 EXT. DOLLY STASH'S HOUSE - MIAMI - DAY The mother-type unscrews the handles of the baby carriage, pulling out the wrapped cocaine, while Chi-Chi extricates another load from the kid's panda bear which is now in shreds. 76 76 THE .oLD MAN Rafi, is removing a sophisticated false bottom helped by from his suitcase, laminated and difficult to detect. 77 77 MANNY AND GASPAR break open wooden clothe6 hanger6 concealing cocaine a6 the (Xl stockbroker changes clothes. #02154 60 Rev. l/18/83 78 THE MOTHER 78 picks up the baby and removes cocaine from its diaper. While: 79 THEFORMERNUN 79 in partial habit, steps out of the toilet, adjusting her underpants; she places a package of cocaine on a table, on which we now see approximately five kilos stacked. 80 TONY 80 counting out the cash for his mules, Omar there, over- looking the operation. 81 MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY 81 Again. But this time going out. The nun, now a housewife, going through an exit gate carrying hand luggage. 82 TONY 82 .- watching, glances up at the electronic information board -- move Houston clocks out the time.and the boarding gate-.-we to Los Angeles -- "on time" --- Tony's eyes moving to the mother, now without the child, buying her ticket-at the counters. Manny joins him, nodding okay. Tony, with a glance at his watch, starts out the terminal. The roar of the aircraft blending with city sounds as we continue the rapid pace of the montage with music. 83 OMITTED 83 thru thru 85 85 (Xl 86 EXT. GOLF COURSE - MIAMI - DAY 86 Frank Lopez has Tony and Chi-Chi out on the golf course. Tony never played before and gets frustrated, swings his club at the ball like a baseball bat -- Lopez getting a kick out of him. Chi-Chi naturally makes a perfect putt, shrugging when Tony looks over at him amazed. #02154 61 and 62 hev. l/18/83 07 INT. LAUNDRY RESTAURANT - NIGHT 87 (Xl The plush millionaire's restaurant is to be seen again. (Xl Frank has his arm around Tony, introducing him to a business-type. Elvira looks on. 88 INT. HIGH-FASHION STORE - DAY 88 In a high-fashion store, Tony buys a beautiful dress for Gina who is delighted when she sees herself in the mirror, hugs Tony. Manny watches, unable to take his eyes off her. SALESLADY (admiringly to Tony) Your wife looks terrific in that. TONY My wife? You gotta be kidding. 89 INT. LOBBY - LOPEZ CONDO - DAY 89 and and 90 Elvira steps out of the lobby into the driveway. Tony is 90 waiting for her. She's surprised. TONY He got held up at the golf club. He told me to pick you up. He`ll meet us at the race track. Elvira contemplating him with distaste. TONY He said if he was late to bet Ice Cream in the first. She sighs, walks across the lobby. He follows. CONTINUED #02154 62-A Rev. 11/26/82 89 CONTINUED 89 and and 90 She steps out in a Pucci summer dreds, looks around. He 90 points. TONY Over there.... CONTINUED 1 := #02154 63 Rev. 12/21/82 89 CONTINUED - 2 89 and 90 She looks. The car is a yellow Cadillac convertible with 2 big fins and Snoopy the dwarf dashboard statue with stickers all over the fenders. Adding to the impression are Manny and Chi-Chi waiting in the backseat. ELVIRlP (registers it with distaste) That thing? You must be kidding. TONY (hurt) Whaddaya mean, that's a Cadillac. ELVIRA I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing. TONY It's got a few years on it but it's 'a creampuff.' ELVIRA It looks like somebody's nightmare. 91 INT. LUXURY MOTOR SALES - CORAL GABLES - DAY 91 Camera moves around a slick, red Jaguar -- XG 6 -- with Tony, accompanied by Manny, Chi-Chi, the Salesman. Elvira waits aloofly off to the side. TONY (to Elvira) So you like this better? (X) ELVIRA ( shags 1 It's got style. (Xl l TONY . Yeah it looks like one of the tigers (Xl from India. (to Elvira) Tony been dragging me around to the zoos, looking at tigers. He wants to buy one of them too. (amused) He do that he gonna have no friends left. Not that he got any now. CONTINUED #02154 63-A Rev. 11/2/82 91 CONTINUED 91 TONY You'll like the tiger Manny, you'll see. ELVIRA You going to drive around with a tiger in your passenger seat Tony? TONY Yeah.. -maybe some lady tiger (to Salesman) How much? CONTINUED #02154 64 Rev. 11/22/82 91 CONTINUED - 2 91 SALESMAN ' Twenty-eight thousand dollars. Fully equipped. TONY (genuinely) That all? SALESMAN Machine gun turrets are extra. TONY (circling the car) Funny guy hunh...Manny, c'mere. Manny comes over and Tony walks him along the car, in quieter tones. TONY .Get these sections bullet-proofed (X ...here...here.. .these windows.... Yeah. TONY ...and a phone with a scrambler. (X, okay. ... (XI TONY ...And one of those radio scanners, y'know, pick out flying saucers and stuff. Yeah a good one. ELVIRA (joining them) Don't forget the fog lights. TONY Yeah in case I go to the swamps, Good idea. ELVIRA (impatiently) I thought you were taking me to Frank? .. CONTINUED . #02154 65 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 91 CONTINUED - 3 91 TONY (glances at his watch) We still got an hour. You hungry? ELVIRA No but I'm bored. TONY Figgers. Check it out, will you Manny and pay the guy and grab a taxi out to the track.... Thanks, yeah.... TONY (before leaving) Oh yeah 0-w He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a decal, a private joke. He slaps it on the rear fender. It's the same sticker we saw earlier of the American flag with the epitaph, "Will the Last American leaving Miami please bring the flag." Elvira wonders about it as he joins her. TONY Somebody gotta keep the animals out. 92 EXT. LUXURY MOTORS - DAY 92 Tony leads her to his yellow Cadillac convertible parked (Xl out of eyesight of the others. TONY I'm glad you came. 'I wouldn't (Xl buy the car you didn't like it. ELVIRA Planning on driving the girls crazy,' aren't you? TONY Yeah -- you know who. They get in the car. ELVIRA And what would Frank say? CONTINUED #02154 66 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 (X) c0NT1NuED 92 She has a coke vial out, casually hits one nostril, then other, then takes a last hit through the mouth, the TONY I like Frank.. -but I like you better. He reaches over and takes the coke from her. Does a toot, staring at her. She's uncomfortable. When he finishes he , makes as if to return it to her. She leans to take it. He kisses her. She goes with it. Pause. She pulls back. ELVIRA (same tone of voice as before) Don't get confused, Tony. I don't fuck around with the help, As he puts the key into the ignition, Tony has this wolfish grin on his face. CUT TO INT. COCAINE LAB - BOLIVIA - DAY 93 Subtitle appears: COCHABAMBA, BOLIVA Alejandro Sosa is a playboy, about six-foot-two, black wavy hair, athletic body and a Copacabana tan, the clothes, a casual polo shirt and the latest pants from Calvin Klein. On his wrist is a flashy gold ID bracelet with "Alex' written in diamonds and on the other wrist a gold Rolex with a bezel full of diamonds worth maybe $30,000. His eyes fizzle with an energy derived not from drugs but the continual excitement of his toys and his money. Accompanying him everywhere is the Shadow, a thin, intense venomous-looking Hispanic man in his thirties, he has the look of death in an unsmiling face. He is always in proximity to his Jefe, usually slightly behind the person or persons addressing Sosa -- in a sort of garotte position, his eyes swivelling to stare down the person who might glance at him. He is a continual source of tension underplaying the scenes, particularly coming to affect Omar who is insecure to begin with. #00766 67 93 CONTINUED 93 Sosa is showing Tony and Omar through his coke processing lab, past four coal-fired stoves, each with mas,sive iron kettles bubbling with coca paste...across to a row of ovens where the refined coke dries. The chemists and Indians working there all acknowledge llel rey de1 rey" as he passes, as proud of his factory as a vine grower his vineyard. SOSA so this and my other factory 1 can &&A guarantee production of 200 kilos refined every month of the year. Problem is I have no steady market. Some months I can't get rid of fifty keys, other months I have to do 2 to 300 keys, it's crazy, hunh? Nobody can run a business that way --- OMAR I know what you mean Mr. Sosa, we got the same problems up in Miami, the demand varies for us too, month to month.... Sosa looks at him like that's obvious and moves on. In his skinny suit, with the wet cigarette clamped between his nervous fingers, Omar's not quite in his league with Sosa. Tow, awed by the scope of it all, follows along, stops to look at a sample of the dried coke. The Shadow stops, eyeballs him. Tony eyeballs him back, playing a game with him, then samples the coke off his thumb into his nose. Pause. His expression says I like it. He moves on. The Shadow moves with him. SOSA (meanwhile) ...Basically what I'm looking for is somebody to share the risks with me, somebody in the States who might guarantee me something like-.-say 150 kilos a month. OMAR That's a big commitment Mr. Sosa. It's too bad Frank's not here. Something like that you should talk to him. . CONTINUED #00766 68 93 CONTINUED - 2 93 SOSA Yes, it would've been nice if he could have come. TONY (cutting in) and he'd like meeting you too 1;;: Sosa. But with his trial coming up y'know, it's not so easy for him to slip outta the country right now, y'understand? SOSA (taking the measure of Tony, sarcastic) So he sent you? TONY Yeah, something like that. You sure got good stuff in there Mr. Sosa -- class A shit. Looking over the laboratory like it was his. Omar glances at him, annoyed. SOSA We'll talk at my house. Shall we go.... CUT TO 94 INT. SOSA VILLA - BOLIVIA - DAY 94 The camera moves past a spectacular view of the mountains to a cavernous dining room highlighted by huge paintings from the Spanish classical period and ornate candelabra. At the table are Sosa, Omar, Tony. The Shadow sits impas- sively in a folding chair off to the side, watching Omar and Tony. Tony is impressed, looking at the plates, the glasses, the silverware, uncomfortable, trying to fit in. He eats the salmon off a silver plate with oafish movements of his knife and fork as the servants move to and fro, con- stantly changing dishes, confusing Tony (ad-lib during scene). SOSA (to Omar) ...say Lopez guarantees me 150 keys a month for a year, and he picks it up down here, I could sell it to him for as little as 7000 a kilo. You cannot do better than that. c0NT1NuED #00766 69 CONTINUED 94 94 OMAR Well, we do that we gotta take the . risk of moving it. Also we'd be cutting out the Columbians. You know what that means? TONY That means we gotta go to war with `em. looks over at him, not quite knowing yet what to make Sosa of this guy. SOSA When we cut out.the Coluxnbians we take risks -- on both sides. TONY Split the risk. Guarantee your delivery as far as Panama. SOSA Panama? Risky? It costs me more. There I'd sell maybe 13.5 a key. TONY 13.5! What are you nuts? We still gotta take the shit to Florida. You know what that's like these days? They got the Navy all over the fuckin' place. They got frogmen, they got EC 2s with satellite tracking shit in 'em, they got fuckin' Bell 209 assault choppers up the ass, we're losing one out of every nine loads. It's no duckwalk for us anymore, y'know. Forget it. Omar is looking at him, ready to explode at his blithe assumption of power -- whereas Sosa chuckles, amused by his brashness, starting to be intrigued by this animal. SOSA What do you suggest is a fair...? Excuse me. Interrupted, Sosa looks over at his black aide who suddenly appears at the door, apparently with a message. Sosa waves him in. The black aide Y- The Skull -- is a slim, tall imposing man with academic, 'horn-rimmed glasses and close-cropped hair on a huge and impressive skull. He combines the physical qualities of an animal with an intellectual. As he approaches, he glances down the table, his eyes falling CONTINUED #00766 70 CONTINUED - 2 94 94 briefly on Omar who doesn't connect. The Skull falters -- just for a moment -- then continues towards Sosa with the same stony, loyal expression. Sosa lends his ear and the Skull whispers his information. A beat. He whispers a second thought. Sosa reacts minimally. Then he nods, dismissing the Skull who heads out the room. Sosa glances at his gold Rolex. (meanwhilzz Tony in a whisper) Shaddup willya Montana, I'm doing the talking here! Tony shrugs. SOSA Where were we? TONY Panama. You're looking for a partner, right? Omar shoots a poisonous glance at Tony. SOSA ...something like that. (chuckles) OMAR Look Mr. Sosa, we're getting ahead of ourselves here. I'm down on Frank's authority to buy 200 keys, that's it, that's my limit. I got no right to negotiate for Frank Lopez on anything larger than that. So why don't we... TONY Hey Omar why don't you let the man finish, hunh? Let him propose his proposition. OMAR Hey Montana, you got no authority here, okay ! I started you in this business, all right, so shut the fuck UQ! TONY (shrugs) Frank'11 love it. Don't worry about it. OMAR That's up to Frank -- not you. CONTINUED . 71 #00766 94 CONTINUED - 3 94 .. - He looks embarrassed at Sosa who has been watching, sensing -- also an advantage in the split. OMAR I'm sorry about this, Mr. Sosa.... SOSA It's all right. Maybe your partner's right. Maybe you should talk to Frank. oM?iR (a beat) I don't think this is something Okay. I want to do on an overseas.phone, but I can go back to Miami and talk to Frank personally. SOSA (without hesitation) Good. My chopper can take you to Santa Cruz now. I have a jet there that'11 have you in Miami in five hours. You can be back here tomorrow. For lunch. speed of the plan. Omar is taken aback by the OMAFi . . I Yeah I guess so.... TONY Great. SOSA (glancing at Tony, to Omar) ...leave your friend here. While you're gone maybe he can tell me how to run business. my (doesn't ?% it) I don't think that.... TONY (lighting a cigar) Hey it's okay. You tell Frank I'm keeping this guy on ice for . him.... Sosa laughs. Omar scowls. CUT TO #02154 72 Rev. l/18/83 SOSA VILLA - DAY 95 EXT. 95 ,/-- The helicopter blades whirr. The Skull waits inside with -~ the Shadow. They both stare at: Omar, who, with one hesitant look, steps inside. The chopper lifts off the lawn, the camera moving to the polo players exercising in the distance...a woman on a horse rides by and we swing with her towards the villa. Sosa walks Tony down an outside gallery towards the veranda where servants lay out the coffee and fruits. TONY You know why they say Cubans are all screwed up? SOSA Why? TONY 'Cause the islands in the Caribbean, the governments in Russia, the Armys in Angola, and the people live in Miami. Sosa laughs. They reach the veranda, Tony glancing past Sosa to an exotic-looking, dark-eyed senorita who gets off her horse, held by a servant, and joins them. TONY (overlapping the joke) . . * They got a beard there that's all. With a cigar and a big mouth. SOSA Maybe he'll move to Miami too... Gabriella, my rose -- how was the ride? (Xl Sosa changes his personality completely with her, dewy- eyed and loving. They peck each other's cheek lightly. GABRIELLA (distracted) (Xl Lovely.. .but the sheep in the north pasture, they're destroying the grass, it's turning yellow. You must move them darling. SOSA 1'11 take care of it myself. (Xl CONTINUED #02154 73 Rev. 11/22/82 95 CONTINUED 95 GABRIELLA (turning to 90) ...and don't forget we have the Rinaldi's at eight. SOSA Of course not. Uh -- an associate of mine. From Miami. Tony Montana... (to Tony) My fiance, Gabriella Montini. TONY Hello.... She nods to him in that somewhat uninterested, rude, tx: upperclass Latin way. tx: GABRIELLA It's a pleasure. tx: She withdraws. Tony watches her go. TONY I gotta hand it to you. You got everything a man could want. Sosa, pleased, reaches for an expensive set of binoculars on the patio table, looks up through them, at the heli- copter rising off the lawn. SOSA (focusing the binoculars) I like you Tony. There's no lying in you.. .Unfortunately I don't feel the same way about the rest of your organization. Tony glances up at the chopper, the servant pouring coffee for him. TONY In-l -- Whaddaya getting at, Mr. Sosa? SOSA I mean Omar Suarez. CONTINUED 74 #00766 95 CONTINUED - 2 95 puzzled, glances up at the chopper which now hovers Tony, there high above the estate. Sosa passes him the binoculars. SOSA This garbage was recognized by my From several associate at lunch. In New York. He was an years ago. informer for the police.... Tony, astonished, looks up. 96 96 THROUGH THE 3INOCULARS - OMAR terrified, being positioned at the door of the chopper by the Shadow and the Skull, his hands tied to his back and a He is length of thick rope looped around his neck. struggling backwards in vain. SOSA He put Vito Duval and the Ramos Brothers -- Nello and Gino -- away for life. My associate used to work up there. Through the binoculars -- they throw Omar out of the chopper and he flies downwards and jerks back up as the He hangs there like rope stretches taut, snapping his neck. a broken doll on a string as the chopper moves out of sight. A silence. 97 97 TONY Sosa watches him closely shaken, lowers the binoculars. Tony looks back at him, contemplative. for his reaction. Sosa goes over, pours himself some coffee. SOSA So how do I know you're not a 'chivato' too Tony? TONY stalks (awry, up to him) Sosa -- get this straight right Hey now ! I never fucked anybody over in my life didn't have it comin' to him okay! All I got's my two balls -- my word -- and I don't break 'em. and CONTINUED 75 #02154 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 CONTINUED 97 97 TONY (Cont'd) For nobody. That piece of shit up there I never liked, I never trusted.. For all I know he's the guy who set me up and got my buddy Angel Fernandez killed. But that's history. I'm here. He's not. You wanna go on with me, say it. You don't, make your move, hodedor! (Xl SOSA (moves away) I think you speak from the heart Montana, but I say to myself this Lopez -- your boss -- he has 'chivatos' like that working for him, his judg- ment stinks. So I think to myself, what other mistakes has this Lopez guy made, how can I trust his organi- zation...hunh? You tell me Tony. TONY Hey Frank's smart. Don't blame him for that animal. It's crazy business we're in, it can happen to anybody -- even you y'know. I'll talk to Frank myself. I'll fix this thing up right between you. (then) You got my word on that. Sosa approaches Tony, focusing an intense stare on him, makes an elaborate gesture of putting his hands out, Tony followng the pantomine, puts his out. Sosa now grips them. SOSA You speak with your eyes muchacho. I think -- you and I -- we can work this thing out, do business a long time together. Just remember -- it's the only thing I ever tell you -- don't fuck me Tony, don't ever try to fuck me. Their eyes locked together. CUT TO AERIAL VIEW - MIAMI - TWILIGHT 98 In all its Caribbean splendor with the long curving beach and rich white buildings, bathed in a lovely violet light. Music theme continuing over. REVERSE WIFE TO \.__ 76 #02154 Rev. l/18/83 EXT. LOPEZ MOTORS AUTO DEALERSHIP - LITTLE HAVANA - DAY 99 99 In long shot we see an agitated Lopez entering his dealership with his bodyguard. Against a background of used American cars without great distinction, he ad-libs his way through some customers and salesmen, shaking hands and acting like everybody's favorite uncle...till we see him approach Tony, who is waiting for him with Manny outside his office. He jerks his head. Inside. They go. CUT TO INT. AUTO LOPEZ OFFICE - DAY 100 100 The office is highly decorated with plagues, momentos, Cuban patriot flags, and lots of photographs, centering on JFK and RFK shaking the hand of Lopez who now stares incredulously at Tony. LOPEZ (livid) You what! You made a deal for fucking eighteen million dollars without even checking with me! What are you crazy Montana, are you crazy! TONY Hey take it easy Frank, cone. LOPEZ Con0 my ass! TONY At 10.5 a key, it's pure Frank...we can`t lose money, no way, we make seventy-five million on this deal, Frank. Seventy-five mill! That's serious money. LOPEZ tx: Yeah and what's Sosa gonna do to me when I don't come up with the first five million dollars on this deal -- send me a bill? He's gonna send hit squads up here that's what. There's gonna be war in the streets. TONY Frank...Frank.... LOPEZ (ranting) You know what this fucking trial is costing me in legal fees, Montana? CONTINUED - #02154 77-A Rev. l/18/83 100 CONTINUED 100 LOPEZ (Cont'd) ...You expect me to believe Omar was (X) 'Cause Sosa said so? And' a stoolie. you bought that line? (pause, eyeing Tony) Maybe I made a mistake sending you down there? Maybe you and Sosa know some- thing I don't know? CONTINUED #02154 78 Rev. l/18/83 100 CONTINUED - 2 1oc TONY You saying I'm not being straight tx: with you Frank? Lopez's bodyguard shifts. Manny slips his hand closer to his belt. LOPEZ (carefully) Let's just say I want things to stay the way they are. For now. Stall your deal with Sosa. Long pause. Tony's eyes meeting Lopez's. He gave Sosa his word. TONY (finally) ...have it your way boss. to He turns to leave, nods Manny. LOPEZ Montana... just remember I am the boss. TONY Sure you're the boss. to the door, Manny joining him. Gets LOPEZ Y'know I told you when you started Tony, the guys who last in this busi- ness are guys who fly straight, real low key, real quiet.. -the guys who want it all, the chicks and the cham- pagne and the flash -- they don't last. saying nothing, goes out the door with Manny. Tow, 101 EXT. AUTO LOPEZ OFFICE 101 Just outside the door, Tony glances at Manny's question-mark expression. TONY (with steel) Fuck him! CUT TO 101-A EXT. SHEFFIELD'S OFFICE BUILDING - ESTABLISHING SHOT - 101-A NIGHT #02154 70-A Rev. 11/2/82 102 INT. LAWYER'S OFFICE - NIGET 10: (X Tony, impeccable in Cardin whites, and Manny, also slicked UP, are shown by an elegant secretary into a plush office. Behind the desk sits the heavy-lidded, cigarette-eyed lawyer, CONTINUED 79 #00766 CONTINUED 102 102 George Sheffield smoking yet another cigarette, his voice a hoarse gravelled croak, the eyes -- with their deadxnan stare -- always pausing before they speak. He doesn't get up from his desk. His hair is flaming red. We saw him before, at the Mutiny Club. SHEFFIELD What can I do for you Montana? TOM! (indicates Manny) My partner. Manny Ray. Manny, standing in the b.g., nods.. -Sheffield shifts his eyes briefly, back to Tony who plops himself in a chair. TONY So George, they tell me you're the best lawyer in town. SHEFFIELD Did they also tell you how expensive I am? TONY Hey it's like J.P. Morgan says -- if you gotta ask, you're outta your league. SHEFFIELD I see you been reading your American history Montana, what've you done lately to earn a place in it? TONY (chuckles) I'm trying to stay outta it, y'know what I mean? I'm expanding my opera- tion. So I want a class guy like you on the payroll -- advising me. Starting now. SHEFFIELD (a longer pause than usual) Cash. On ...Start with a $100,000. the table. TONY (an equal pause} Sure.... He sticks out his hand. Manny slaps an envelope in it. Tony begins counting out the cash, right on the tabletop. CUT TO #02154 80 Rev. U/2/82 EXT. LOPEZ CONDO - SOUTH MIAMI - DAY 103 1C Tony waits in his red Jaguar in the driveway of the building. Lopez and his bodyguard exit the building. A limousine pulls up. Tony watches. The threesome get in the limo and drive away. Tony gets out of the car, crosses to the entrance. INT. LOPEZ CONDO - DAY 104 1C Tony waits outside the door, pushes the buzzer again. Elvira opens it, a look of utter surprise on her face. She`s in jeans, barefoot and casual. ELVIRA Tony? TONY Hi there. Elvira looks at him, still astonished and waiting for an explanation. There is none. ELVIRA. ml.. -you just missed Frank. TONY I didn't come here to see Frank. She looks at him amazed. The balls on this guy! ELVIRA (cooling to him fast) This is not the time or the place. Next time make an appointment first. She tries to slam the door in his face but he blocks it and bulls in. TONY I got something important to tell ya. Why don't you make some drinks and act normal. CONTINUED #02154 81 Rev. 11/2/82 104 CONTINUED 104 ELVIRA Sure. Why not? We're all normal here. She heads for the pool, nonplussed. Tony closes the door, (XI eases slowly across the room towards her, awkwardly trying to make conversation. TONY I heard you was in Europe travelling 'round all by yourself. Woman like you shouldn't have to travel alone... (pause, no response) I been travelling myself. ELVIRA Broadening your intellect. I heard. TONY What else d'you hear? ELVIRA I heard you and Frank aren't working together anymore. TONY Yeah. It makes things easier this way, don't it? She's puzzled. He drinks a toast. TONY Here's to the land of opportunity. ELVIRA For you maybe. She drinks to it. TONY Hey, do you like kids? ELVIRA Kids? Sure, why not -- as long as there's a nurse. TONY Good. Cause I like kids too. I like boys and girls. She's waiting. He paws the ground, awkward as a bull. ELVIRA That's broad of you, Tony. Travelling really helped. Look, Frank's going CONTINUED ' #02154 82 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 104 CONTINUED - 2 104 . -.-. . ELVIRA (Cont'd) to be back any moment and when he .-,- walks through that.... TONY Yeah. Yeah -- fuck Frank. Look, here's the story. I'm from the gutter but I climbed out of it. I'm not the smartest guy in the world but I got guts and I know the streets and I'm making the right connections. With the right woman, there's no stopping me. I could go to the top, I could be somebody here in Miami. I could (Xl be like Frank but bigger -- The biggest!... Elvira's looking at him like he'.s on the moon. TONY Anyway what I came up here to tell you is that.. .uh I like you. I think you're terrific. I known this the first time I seen you. You belong to me. We're tigers. The two of us...1 want you to marry me and be the mother of my children. Silence. ELVIRA (stunned) Me? Marry you? She laughs, a short harsh laugh. T O N Y (sincere) Yeah.. -marry me. ELVIRA What about Frank? What are you going to do about Frank? TONY Frank's not gonna last... (puts down the drink, puts his hand on hers) I'm not looking for an answer right now Elvira, but I want you to think about it, okay? I want you to think hard... 1'11 see you the next time. . He goes. She stares at him, still dazed, yet deep down -- ,..T' flattered. ---- CUT TO #00766 83 INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 105 105 The place is raging tonight as Tony and Manny arrive, in tuxedos, making their way through the crowd greeting the many people who know them now. We might note Tony has refined the art of walking and no longer bulls Deonle out L L of his path, he angles th?ough them. - OWNER (indicating a table) Over here. Tony stops, spots his sister Gina, in an expensive looking dress, with a flashy young Cuban guy in a burgundy suit. TONY What the fuck is she doing here, she's.... (heading towards her) (stops him). Hey c'mon Tony, it's okay, it's just a disco for chrissake. What do you give her money for if you don't want her to go out, have some fun? Gina spots Tony, hesitates, waves to him. Manny waves back. Tony nods. Burgundy suit checks them out. TONY Who's she with? kid, he works for Luco, he's Some harmless.... Tony spots a Large Man coming towards him. Caucasian, about 250 pounds. TONY Keep your eye on her. Make sure he don't dance too close. Sure Tony. LARGE MAN (intersecting) Hello Tony, you remember me? CONTINUED 84 #02154 Rev. 12/16/82 CONTINUED 10 105 (drifting away) 1'11 be at the table. TONY (to the Large Man) Yeah, sure. You're... (snaps fingers trying to remember) ...Bernstein, right. Mel Bernstein. Narcotics, right? BERNSTEIN I think we That's right, Tony. better talk. (indicates a quieter area) There's something ugly in his smile, maybe it's 'cause just the eyes do the smiling. TONY Talk about what, what's there to talk about? I ain't killed anybody lately. BERNSTEIN No not lately but we can go back to Like Emilio Rebenga, ancient history. like a bunch of whacked Indians at the Sun-Ray Motel in Miami Beach.... TONY Oh yeah? ..you know Mel whoever's giving you your information must be taking you guys for a long ride. BERNSTEIN Are we gonna talk or am I gonna bust your wiseass spit balls, Tony baby -- here and now? Tony looks at him. CUT TO 1C 106 INT. BABYLON CLUB - CORNER TABLE - TONY AND MEL in a corner of theeBabylon -- talking. (X CONTINUED #00766 85 Rev _ 11/22/82 106 CONTINUED BERNSTEIN . * . yeah, so the news on the street is you're bringing in a lot of yeyo Tony.. .that you're no longer a small- time hood, you're public property now, and the Supreme Court says your privacy can be invaded.... TONY No shit -- how much? BERNSTEIN (doodling on a piece of paper) There's an answer to that too.... He holds the paper up briefly in front of Tony. It says "25,000" * TONY (reacts) That's a big number. BERNSTEIN cx: That's on a monthly basis. Every month the same thing. You know how this works, don't you? We tell you who's moving against you, we shake down who you want shaken down, if you have a real problem in a collec- tion, we'll step in for you. I got eight killers with badges working for me. When we hit, it hurts-.-Same thing works the other way. You feed me a bust now and then, some new cowboy wants to go into business you let us know -- we like snacks, it looks good on the record. TONY S'pose I give you the money, how do I (Xl know you're the last bull I gotta Metro, Lauderdale, grease? What about DEA -- how do I know what rock they're gonna come out from under? BERNSTEIN That's none of our business, Tony, (Xl we don't cross no lines. CONTINUED #00766 86 Rev. 11/22,`82 CONTINUED - 2 106 . 106 BERNSTEIN (Cont'd) (getting up) I don't want this discussion going (X) any farther than this table. MY WYS have families, they're legitimate cops, I don't want none of `em .getting' embar- rassed `cause if my guys are gonna suffer, then they're gonna make you suffer. Comprendre? ..Oh yeah and I got a vacation comin' up. I wanna take the wife to London, England. We never been there. ' Throw in two round-trip tickets. First class. Tony just stares at him. Bernstein smiles, points. BERNSTEIN I like the scar. Nice. Like Capone. But you oughta smile more, Tony. Enjoy yourself. Everyday above ground's a good day. He winks and goes. Tony sits there brooding on it, eyes flicking back to the dance floor. Burgundy suit there is snuggling up to Gina on the dance .floor. Too close. Tony is getting pissed, he looks around for Manny, then spots.... INT. BABYLON CLUB ENTWWCE - NIGHT 107 10; Elvira walking into the club, followed by Lopez and Ernie, the bodyguard. Lopez is delayed at the door by his buddy, the Owner, and Elvira drifts in. His attention diverted from Gina, Tony goes towards her. She sees him coming, glances in Frank's direction. Tony comes right up to her. TONY Hi.... ELVIBA Hello, Tony. Lopez, in conversation with the Owner, glances over, sees Tony with Elvira, his expression narrows. TONY so.. .Did you think about.what I said? About the kids? CONTINUED #02154 87 Rev. 12/16/82 107 107 CONTINUED *-: ELVIRA Tony, you're really nuts you know, -- you really are. over, takes Elvira's arm, and smiles at Tony. Lopez comes LOPEZ Hey Tony, why don't you get your own girl? TONY That's what I'm doing, Frank. Tense look on Frank's face. The bodyguard circles. LOPEZ (without a smile) Then go do it somewhere else. Get lost. ELVIRA Frank, he was only.... TONY (ignoring her) Maybe I don't hear so good sometimes, man. (X) LOPEZ You won't be hearing anything, you go on like this. TONY You gonna stop me? Frank is livid. LOPEZ You're fucking right I am. I'm giving you orders. 1X) Blow. (Esfumate) The bodyguard moves closer to Tony who doesn't move. Manny suddenly slides into frame, backing Tony. TONY (icy) Orders? There's only one thing that gives and gets orders, cabron -- balls. (Xl Pause. Something's about to pop, turns back just at the crest. Lopez abruptly turns away. CONTINUED #00766 80 107 CONTINUED - 2 10; LOPEZ (to Elvira) Let's go! ELVIRA Frank, this is ridiculous.... LOPEZ C'mon! He crowds her. she goes. Tony watches as they exit Angry, the club. What happened? TONY That cocksucker! -- He put that homicide prick Bernstein on me. They stroll back to the table. What for? TONY The Emilio Rebenga hit. Remember that. You're kidding! TONY Who else knew about it? Omar's fertilizer, ain't he? Lopez is letting me know he's got weight on me. I don't know, things don't look so good here, Tony. Maybe we should get outta town for a while, y'know, go up to New York? TONY You go. I like the weather here just fine. He stops, his eyes darting to pick out Gina laughing as she follows burgundy suit out of the main room and down the stairs to the toilets. Without hesitation, his irritation peaking now, Tony darts after her. CONTINUED 09 #00766 107 107 CONTINUED - 3 MANNY where you going? Hey, He doesn't answer. CUT TO 108 INT. BABYLON CLUB - STAIRS AND LADIES ROOM - NIGHT 10E Tony comes down the plush velvet stairs, flings himself into the Ladies room...the ladies, surprised, look back at him. No Gina. INT. BABYLON CLUB - MEN'S ROOM AND STAIRS - NIGHT 109 105 He moves over to the Men's room, throws the door open. There are four legs visible in one of the stalls. Tony moves past two men washing up, and hurls himself against the door. It crashes open on Gina in the act of snorting coke, with burgundy suit running his ha&s along her ass. GINA (shocked) Tony! TONY What are you doing! What are you doing! He grabs burgundy suit by the collar and whips him several times into the wall. GINA (trying to him) restrain Tony! What're you doing! You're crazy! He rips the coke out of her hands and scatters it across the tiles. TONY (to Gina) What are you doing with this shit, hunh? (back to burgundy suit) Get the fuck out of here, maricon, y'hear, 1'11 kill you next time. CONTINUED #00766 90 CONTINUED 109 10! _-. GINA Fernando! TONY (to Gina) Shaddup! Manny runs in, several others now looking in from the hall. Tony! Tony shoves burgundy suit,out of the stall, past Manny. TONY Go on! GINA What the hell is.... TONY You think it's cute somebody puttin' their hands all over your ass, my kid sister, hunh? In a toilet! GINA It's none of your business! TONY The fuck it isn't! Three dollar hooker, that's what you are. Snorting shit like that at your age, you oughta --- GINA What are you -- a priest? A cop! Look at your life. You can't tell me what to do! TONY telling ya! I'm I don't wanna see you in here again. I catch you in here I'm gonna beat the shit outta you. GINA Oh yeah! Go ahead! TON-Y You're getting outta here right now! Don't push me baby, don't push me!' GINA Don't fucking push me! - CONTINUED 91 #00766 109 CONTINUED - 2 109 Okay, c'mon, let's go outside get some air.... The argument has moved across the bathroom to the lip of the hallway. Several more people are watching. GINA You got a nerve, Tony, you got a nerve! You can't tell me what to do. I'll do what I want to do. X'll go out with who I want and if I want to fuck them then 1'11 fuck them! Tow, raging, smacks her the face. She reels back across into the toilet. Tony stands there, abated. The crowd is silent. Manny moves across the floor and kneels down, consoles Gina who is sobbing. (tender) Come on, baby, it's okay. .-it's okay, he didn't mean it. (strokes her face) TONY (disturbed, to Manny) Get her home, get her outta here! He turns and bulldozes his way through the growing crowd, no regrets, but disturbed. Manny helps Gina to her feet. Come on, pussycat, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. CUT TO 110 INT. BABYLON CLUB - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT 110 Tony, isolated and edgy, reenters the main room, circling the edges of the crowd, up to the bar. CONTINUED #00766 92 CONTINUED 110 11C TONY (to the bartenderess, pointing) Gimme a double of that! He turns, catches a last glimpse of Gina leaving with Manny. CUT TO 111 EXT. MIAMI STREETS - NIGHT 111 Manny drives Gina home in his two-seater Mercedes sports coupe. She's still angry. GINA ...He's got a nerve the way he acts! Mama's right. She says he hurts every- thing he touches. Well he's not gonna hurt me anymore. He`ll never see me again. Never! He loves you, what do you want. He feels he raised you. GINA He still thinks I'm fifteen. He's been in jail five years and he still thinks I'm fifteen! Hey, you're the best thing he's got. The only thing. He don't want you to grow up to be like him. So he's got this father thing for you, protect you.... GINA Against what? 'Gainst assholes -- like the sleaze ball in the red suit. He says it like it's personal. GINA (picks up on it) I like Fernando, he's a nice guy, he knows how to treat a woman. (a face) What future's he got? On a band- stand somewhere? He's a bum, Why don't you go out with somebody who's going somewhere? CONTINUED 93 #02154 Rev. 12/16/82 111 CONTINUED 111 She gives him a look. GINA Like who? Like a doctor or a dentist or something. GINA What about you? Why don't you take me out? She's looking straight at him now, challenging. What? Me? GINA Yeah, you. I see the way you look at me -- Manolo Ribera. (X) (nervous) Hey, Tony's like my brother.. You' re his kid sister, okay? GINA So what? so.... GINA (taunting) You afraid of Tony? You afraid of Tony's kid sister? Fuck no.... 112 EXT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT 112 Pulls the car over to the curb. I guess we're here. Pause. GINA You think about it, okay, you think about it real hard, Manny. 'Cause you don't know what you're missing.... CONTINUED 94 #02154 Rev. 12/16/82 112 112 CONTINUED She leans across the front seat and lightly lays a challenging kiss on his cheek. The ladykiller is rigid in his terror. She gets out of the car, crosses in front of his headlights, towards the house, looking at him. He watches. CUT BACK TO 113 INT. BABYLON CLUB - LATER THAT NIGHT 113 The Owner appears at the mike, the music drifting to Sinatra's "Strangers In The Night'. OWNER All right, you coneheads, another exciting evening at the Babylon, hunh? (X) Now I want you to check out this next hombre. I found him stoned in the jungle and there's nothing you'll ever see like him. I present with great pride, 'from Caracas, Venezuela -- 'Octavia' ! Lights dimming to the bluesy rhythm of the Sinatra song as sad-eyed Octavia suddenly appears in the shifting spot- light drawing immediate laughter. He is dressed as an enormously fat old man with a Quasimodo mask covering both the front and back of his head and neck. With a red bulb for a nose, he gyrates grotesquely to the sleek song; once the mood of laughter has been established, the music suddenly shifts upbeat to "Saturday Night Fever" and the clown, like a butterfly from a worm, starts shedding the stuffing from his clothes, his big eyes staring out at us in theatrical melancholy. Tony watches, sitting alone, distracted by the clown. More laughter, more clothes coming off, building a tempo. PJ%en the head mask comes off, we see the gaunt handsome face of a young clown in white paint with the large blackened eyes staring without expression at the laughing audience. Tony is hooked by the image, looks on. The clown is down to his leotards, thin as a stick, and pulling the girls out onto the floor to dance with him, bouncing around like yo-yos. Everybody is laughing, everybody is merry... CONTINUED 95 #00766 CONTINUED 113 113 .-. ...except Tony and the clown, weaving in and out of the sharpening spotlight in his white face as the act comes to its close, a haunting figure of mockery.... Tony, absorbed by his thoughts, is lucky this time. His antennae warn him. Out of the side of his eye, he sees.... The two hitters moving on him. He sprawls. Machine gun fire rips through the upholstery, smashing the mirrors.... Screams, crowd diving for cover.... Tony, hit in the shoulder, rolls, gets his Baretta out of his ankle, firing.... Hits one of the gunmen in the chest; the man staggers across the disco floor firing volleys into the mirrors and ceilings.... Tony moving under the tables, towards the door, firing.... The second hitter is pinned, firing back, breaking more mirrors, and more screaming. Tony lets the gunman have another burst then runs out the door, his clothes ripped with blood and'glass. The clown, Octavia, lies dead on the silent dance floor. CUT TO 114 EXT. THE BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 114 Tony runs out, crouched, to his red Jaguar. Exchanging shots with a third hitter across the parking lot, he runs out of ammunition. He jumps into the Jaguar, his windows being blown out. The second hitter, wounded, running out of the club, towards him. The third hitter advancing, carhops scattering. Tony reaching under his seat, gets a hold of his own Ingram machine pistol, cocks it and lays down a field of fire. Carhops scattering, the hitters seeking cover. Hitter two, already wounded, is hit again, his head exploding like squashed watermelon. CONTINUED #00766 96 114 CONTINUED 114 Tony now pops a button. Bulletproof blackout shutters whap across the shattered windows. He guns the Jaguar out into the lot, bullets careening off the armor plating, whining against the shutters. Tony suddenly brakes the car and reaches down and slams the gear shift into reverse. In an instant, his warmobile in reverse, accelerates climbing to top speed.... As hitter three realizes it's too late, tries to get out of there, but is overtaken and crushed by the car. CUT TO INT. SAFE 115 HOUSE - THAT NIGHT 115 Tow, aching from his wound, is attended by a Doctor, who reveals to Us an ugly wound on his rib cage. Tony looks at it, doesn't express a reaction. DOCTOR It's going to be sore for a few months. TONY Somebody else gonna be a lot sorer... (to Chi-Chi) Find out where Lopez is.... CUT TO 116 INT. MIRIAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 116 Miriam's a tough-looking little ckick in panties and a tank top with "Cocaine" written on it. TONY'S VOICE Miriam? Yeah...Tony. Manny there? MIRIAM Yeah... It's Tony. Manny, in bed, is snorting a line of coke off a mirror, takes the phone, in good spirits. Tony cone, whatcha doing -- checking up on me, too? 97 #02154 11/22/82 Rev. 117 SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT INT. 117 TONY Look, get your fuckin' clothes on and meet me outside Lopez's office in forty-five minutes. That phone Move your ass! booth on 9th. Yeah. 118 118 INT. MIRIAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT What happened! INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT 114 119 TONY (v.o. ) Nothing we can't fix. Tony hangs up. 120 INT. MIRIAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 12c (grabs his pants) I gotta go. MIRIAM This is worse than fucking a grass- hopper, man. Hey, I'm better looking.' (hits the coke again) Don't do it all, I'll be back later. CUT TO 121 INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT 12: Tony ignores the doctor taping him, checking his watch. . TONY (to Nick) Nick, when we get there, call Lopez at three exactly. You got that? (X NICK Yeah, don't worry Tony. I got it. TONY All you say is you're one of the guys at the-club -- 'Hello, Mr. Lopez, there was a fuckup, he got away....' CONTINUED 98 #00766 CONTINUED 121 121 . NICK Yeah, Tony, I got it, no problem.... CUT TO 122 INT. LOPEZ MOTORS - NIGHT 122 Waldo remains outside, covering the street as Tony, Manny and Chi-chi move gingerly along the darkened showroom... Lopez's voice on the phone through the half-opened office door. LOPEZ'S VOICE .you're kidding! Three to two? Son of a bitch!... (cradling the phone) Guess what. My softball team, y'know, the Little Lopezers? They won the Division tonight. We're going to Sarasota for the State Championship...Hunh! MUFFLED VOICE Congratulations. That's .great Frank. Tony, Manny and Chi-chi slide into the room, the latter two with guns casually drawn. 123 INT. LOPEZ MOTOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT 123 TONY Yeah, it sure is Frank. What'd you do -- fix the umpire? Lopez, his nose in a glass of scotch, almost muffs it right there and then, but manages to recover. LOPEZ Tony...? Uh, I'll call you back-.-yeah. Hangs the phone up and rocks forward at his desk. Lopez's bodyguard, Ernie, gets the message from Chi-chi sliding along the wall next to him, Manny covering the other side of the room. LOPEZ Tony... what happened to you, hunh? TONY Yeah, lookit. They spoiled one of my $800 suits. CONTINUED #02154 99 Rev. 11/22/82 CONTINUED 123 123 ./- . LOPEZ Jesus! Who? in his ripped suit, shoulder in a sling, face cut, Tony, shifts his eyes with camera slowly onto Mel Bernstein sitting there with a bourbon on the rocks, his two hundred and fifty pounds bulging with irritated surprise. TONY Hitters. Somebody musta brought 'em Never seen 'em before...Hiya ii:;. Is there an answer to this too? BERNSTEIN (uneasy) Always is Montana, always is.... LOPEZ Jesus, Tony, maybe it was the Diaz Brothers, they got a deep beef going back to the 'Sun Ray' thing. TONY Hey, you might be right. LOPEZ Anyway I'm glad you made it Tony, we'll return the favor for you. In spades. TONY (sits at the edge of Lopez's desk) Nah, I'm gonna take care of this myself. Pause. LOPEZ (awkward) Well.. -What are the guns for Tony? TONY (shrugs) What for? I'm paranoid I guess. The phone rings. Lopez lets the phone ring. TONY Why don't you answer it 'Frank? CONTINUED `. 100 #00766 123 CONTINUED - 2 123 LOPEZ m-l. * .Must be Elvira. You know women. -4' After we left that joint she.... The phone rings again. TONY (reaches for it) 1'11 tell her you're not here. LOPEZ (grabs the phone first) Wait a minute! I'll talk to her.. -Hello?... (anxious) Yeah... all right honey, don't worry... I'll be home in an hour. He hangs up. Pause. TONY Frank, you're a piece of shit. LOPEZ Whatcha talking 'bout Tony? Tony, angry now, grabs Lopez by the shirt and hauls him forward across his desk so his gut lies flat across it. TONY You know what I'm talking about you fuckin' cockroach! LOPEZ Tony, no! Lissen! TONY You remember what a 'haza' is Frank? It's a pig that don't fly straight. Neither do you, Frank. LOPEZ (nervous) Why would I hurt you, Tony, I brought you in! So we had a few differences, no big deal. I gave you your start Tony, I believed in you ! TONY Yeah and I stayed loyal to you, Frank. I made what I could on the side but I never turned you Frank, never -- but you -- a man ain't got no word, he's a cockroach! CONTINUED 101 #00766 ,.- 123 -3 CONTINUED 123 cockroach right in front of He squashes an imaginary him further across the desk, *Frank's eyes, then pulls flailing. LOPEZ Mel! Mel! Do something, please! Mel sits there impassively. MEL It's your tree Frank, you're sitting in it. LOPEZ Please Tony okay all right! Gimme a second chance! Ten million. I'll give you ten million dollars right now ! I got it in a vault. In Spain. We'll get on a plane. It's yours, all of it...Elvira? You want Elvira? She's yours, okay! I: 90 way Tony, I disappear, you'll never see me again. Just gimme a chance, gimme a second chance Tony, please... please! He sobs pathetically. LOPEZ I don't wanna die Tony, I never did nothing to nobody Tony! I never hurt nobody! TONY Yeah you're right Frank, you always had somebody else do it for you. He turns to Manny. TONY Manny, you mind shooting this piece of shit for me? Tony steps aside. LOPEZ No! No! Tony! Manny shoots him with the silencer. Three times. Lopez crashes backwards, draped over his desk like Marat in his bathtub, amid his patriot flag and his Kennedy photographs. .- _-- CONTINUED _ 102 #02154 Rev. 11/22,'82 123 123 CONTINUED - 4 .' TONY ...Every dog has his day. He fixes his eyes on Mel Bernstein. BERNSTEIN (remaining calmly in his chair) I told him it didn't make sense -- cliptiing you when he coulda had you working for us instead. But he got hot tonight, y'know, about the broad. He fucked up. TONY Yeah, so did you, Bernstein. His eyes.. .Bernstein, reading them, gets worried. BERNSTEIN Now wait a minute, Montana, don't go too far. TONY I'm not Mel. You are. He produces his Baretta from his sling and holds it in his left hand pointed at the big man. BERNSTEIN (rising from his chair) You can't Hey, c'mon, what is this? shoot a cop, Tony. . . TONY Whoever said you were one? He fires. Bernstein takes it in the gut, hits the floor, looks up astonished. BERNSTEIN .I. lemme go, Tony, I can fix things up.... TONY Sure you can Chico. Maybe you can hondle one of them first-class tickets (X -- to the Resurrection. So long, Mel, have a good trip. He fires several times into him until we can imagine he is longer of the living. Tony turns towards the door. no CONTINUED 103 #00766 CONTINUED - 5 12 123 (indicatize bodyguard) What about him? Tony notices. The bodygurad, Ernie, the middle-aged Cuban,-waits stoically. TONY You want a job Ernie? ERNIE Sure, Tony. TONY Come see me tomorrow. ERNIE Thanks, Tony. Tony walks out alone into the darkened showroom, past the hulks of the used Cadillacs, as we see the shadows of Manny and Chi-Chi moving in a stream of light. MANNY (0-s.) torch it! Okay, CUT TO 124 INT. LOPEZ CONDO - THAT NIGHT Elvira lies in her silk sheets. The doorbell rings. She gets up. In a nightgown, she opens the front door. ELVIRA Tony?... Tow, still in his ruined suit with the arm in a sling, moves past her into the apartment. ELVIRA What's happened? Tony just stands there. ELVIRA Where's Frank? TONY Where do you think?..Why don't you go pack your stuff. We're going home. CONTINUED 104 #00766 -. 124 CONTINUED 124 Pause. She understands, moves quietly past him'towards the bedroom. Tony ambles over to the windows and steps out on the terrace, breathing in the air. The lights of Miami wink at his feet.... . . . the camera moving to one sign down there that says it all, flashing its big neon bracelet --- THE WORLD - IS YOURS AMERICAN. PAN TO EUROPE, AFRICA, SOUTH AMERICA Tony drinks it in. CUT TO Montage - Passing Time: 125 MULTI-SCREEN IMAGES 12$ to lively, marching music. Spin 126 HANDS 12L counting money. 127 HANDS 12: sealing cocaine bags...quaaludes...marijuana. 128 EXT. SOSA VILLA - DAY 12t Sosa on the phone in Bolivia. 129 WT. TONY'S MANSION - DAY 12! Tony on the phone in Miami. 130 EXT. MONTANO REALTY - DAY 13( Tony -- with Manny, GaSpar, and Ernie -- exits the Montana Realty Company in Little Havana. 131 EXT. MONTANA DIAMOND TRADING COMPANY - DAY 13: Tony -- with Manny, Gaspar and Gigi -- enters the Montana Diamond Trading Company in Little Havana. -^ 105 #02154 Rev. l/18/83 132 EXT. GASPAR'S STREET - DAY 132 Marielitos, is ambushed and blown up in his car. One of the 133 EXT. BANK - DAY 133 Camera moving from a sign saying "Banco Del Sur Miamil' to (X) Chi-Chi and Rafi unloading duffel bags from the back of a Volkswagen van in the parking lot of the bank. Tony and Manny supervise... the four of them now moving towards the bank bent under their weights-like a column of ants carrying the sugar. Tony shaking hands in an office with a young bank president They sit down to talk. (to be seen again). 134 INT. TONY'S MANSION - DAY 134 (XI Chi-Chi's on the phone worried with Gigi. 1.3! 'INT. MANNY'S APARTMENT - DAY 135 Manny's on the other end -- with another ladyfriend, both : . stripped down, the camera moving back down the telephone cord to the receiver.... CUT TO 13 INT. TAP TRAILER - DAY 136 The tap -- trailer -- simultaneous...the camera moving along the tape spools to the two narks listening. 13 137 EXT. STASH HOUSE - NIGHT Rafi, another Marielito, is led off in handcuffs from a suburban stash house by the cops. 13 NEWSPAPER HEADLINES 138 Time Magazine "Raid Nets $100 Million Cocaine Stash!" covers. 12 -139 VIC, THE NEWSCASTER ON TV . "135 drug-related homicides so far this year!" I 106 #02154 Rev. 11/2/82 (Xl 139-A 139-A NICK THE PIG shaking down punk in Cuban park. 139-B 139-B LITTLE HAVANA - NIGHT - GINA exits flashy car. 14E 140 OMITTED 141 HANDS 143 stripping false bottoms from suitcases. _. 142 EXT. GINA'S BEAUTY SALON - DAY 14: Gina, with Tony, Manny, Waldo, Hernando, Gigi and Elvira looking on, cuts the ribbon for the new Gina Beauty Salons in Little Havana. She looks towards her brother, then her eyes linger on Manny. He suppresses his smile, winks at her. INT. MENS' CLOTHING STORE - DAY 143 14: a Manny buying new suit.... 144 INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S KITCHEN - DAY 144 Mama washing dishes, looking up at the clock. 145 INT. TONY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 14! Elvira snorting. 146 OMITTED 14( 147 INT. AMUSEMENT ARCADE - DAY 14' . And Hernando, another of the Marielitos, now sprawls dead over a video machine in an amusement arcade. 148 EXT. MIAMI BEACH 141 . . . and a bloated Cigi floats in from the ocean onto the lush white surf of Miami Beach, alongside some kids playing with their shovels. 107 #52154 Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 149 INT. MORGUE - DAY 149 . . . as the morgue piles up with rows of corpses, their tagged toes sticking out from under the white sheets like used cars. and the beat goes on. ..* CUT TO 15f 150 EXT. TONY'S MANSION - MORNING - DAY In an exclusive area of Coral Gables, surrounded by walls, security gates, acres of lawns and a guarded boat dock on a canal. Tony has erected his fortress-like Shangri-La, to which he has,-- with a sense of humor -- added a large neon sign on the front lawn that says: THE WORLD IS YOURS MONTANA TRAVEL CO. Just like it should be. . . . as Tony and Elvira take their marriage vows in front of the Monsignor; the triumphant montage music rising to its full glory as a beggar's banquet of gang members and various girl friends (but no sign of kids) looks on. Chi-Chi is with a girl who looks like an animal, with an extremely short dress, looping earrings, the camera moving to Gina, her eyes covertly tracking to Manny who gazes back at her, evenly and openly as.... Tony and Elvira kiss. 151 EXT. TONY'S GROUNDS - SAME DAY 15 Tony, eating his wedding cake, his arm around Elvira, nuzzling her, shows his entourage his new hobby. Across a moat of water, a striped nine-foot Bengal tiger stretches majestically under a solitary banyan tree, extend- ing a giant claw and licking himself. Tony and Chi-Chi kidding around with the tiger. Intercut to: 151- 151-A EXT. TONY'S MANSION - GUARD HOUSE - DAY Behind some nearby bushes, Gina and are making out in MaMy the grass. They hear the sounds of Tony's voice, freeze, making shushing signals, then almost laugh when they con- sider their childish state. CONTINUED . #02154 108 Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 151-A CONTINUED 151-A From their point of view, we see Tony leading the entourage back to the mansion as Chi-Chi throws the Bengal his wedding cake. CUT TO 151-B INT. TONY'S MANSION OFFICE - DAY - MONTH DATER 151-B Tony, accompanied by Marmy, walks a young, thirtyish bank president into his office, which is rigged with video monitors surveilling all areas of the house and grounds. There's an abundance of electronics -- televisions, sound systems, computer toys, video games, desk, couch, chairs -- but not one sign of a book on the walls. Jerry, the Banker, is slickly dressed, hair coiffed, the eyes scooting shrewdly back and forth, the type of guy who follows the Hong Kong money markets on weekends, a guy who never stops thinking money. TONY ...yeah, well, I can't pay that no more Jerry, I'm gonna be bringing in more'n I ever brung in, y'know. I'm talking ten million a month now. That's serious money. So I think it's time you bank boys come down a bit, y'know, like.... BANKER f-leY, Tony, c'mon, that's crazy, can't do.... TONY That's too bad, 'cause.... BANKER Tony, sweetheart, we're not a wholesale operation here, we're a legitimate bank. The more cash you give us the harder it is to rinse, y'know. The fact is we yan't even take anymore of your money less we raise the rates on you. TONY You gonna what, Jerry? BANKER Tony, Tony, we gotta. The IRS is coming down heavy on South Florida, y'know. That Time Magazine cover didn't help any. We gotta do it -. CONTINUED #02154 109 Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 151-B CONTINUED 151-B BANKER (Cont'd) Tony, we got stockholders, we gotta go ten percent on the first twelve million; that's in denominations of twenty. We'll go eight percent on your ten dollar bills and six points on your fives. TONY Ten points! we go someplace else. Hey, Tony, BANKER Tony, Tony -- it's no conspiracy, we're all doing it. You're not gonna find a better deal. TONY Then fuck you, I'll fly the cash to the Bahamas myself. BANKER You gonna fly it yourself, Tony -- on a regular basis? Once maybe. And then what? You gonna trust some monkey in a Bahamian bank with twenty million of your hard-earned dollars? C'mon Tony, don't be a schmuck -- who else can you trust? That's why you pay us what you do -- you trust us. Tony looks broodingly. Jerry glances at his watch, suggesting he has another engagement, BANKER Stay with us, you're an old and well- liked customer. You're in good hands with us.. .gentlemen, I gotta run. H OW 's married life? Say hello to the princess See for me -- okay. She's beautiful. you. Take care. Going. Tony watches, raging inside. He pulls a drawer It's the open and reaches for a private cocaine supply. first indication we have of this. As he snorts: TONY That prick, that WASP whore. Jhat's come over he think I am, some maricon on a boat.... So why don't we talk to this Jew Seidelbaum? He's got his own exchange, he charges four percent tops -- and he's connected. CONTINUED #02 154 109-A Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 151-B CONTINUED - 2 151-E TONY I don't know. Mob guys -- guineas -- I don't trust 'em. On the video monitor, Tony watches Jerry, the Banker, leaving. Now beginning to see things through the glass darkly, Tony hits the other nostril quickly, casually -- passing the vial to Manny who does his hit. TONY (eyes wandering across to another video monitor) You get the house sweeped this month? The cars? Yeah, sure, I told you that. Five thousand it set us back. TONY See that cable truck there? 152 INT. TONY'S MANSION OFFICE - DAY - VIDEO MONITORS 152 Tony's eyes fixing on the cable TV truck parked across the street. There are other private A man is hauling cable. gates visible. The area is lush with gardens, Spanish moss, cypresses and quietly respectable million dollar houses with their Spanish tile roofs and balconies. Yeah? TONY Hey Manny when does it take three days to rig a cable, hunh? cops. TONY What if it's the Diaz brothers? What if they're gonna come and get me? I'll check it out. TONY You check it out, then we're gonna blow that fuckin' truck back to Bogota. CONTINUED #02154 110 Rev. (Xl l/18/83 152 CONTINUED 15; The truck could be anything. We're not the only dopers living on the block y'know. TONY Hey you got some attitude y'know Manny -- for a guy in charge of my security. Hey I'll check it out. I'm just telling you we're spending too much on this counter-surveillance shit. Twelve percent y'know, of our adjusted gross -- that's not pocket money. TONY You worry about it, it lets me sleep good at night. There's that fat guy again. Manny looks over at a jogger running by the gate -- of the porcine quality, civilian-looking, fifties. TONY I seen him every day. 'Bout a week now. So the guy jogs around the neighbor- hood. He's some fat accountant. TONY How the fuck do you know what he is? Hey if he's a cop don't you think running in circles around a house is a pretty dumb way to watch it? TONY Maybe not... (walks away, stops, looks back) I'm telling you we're getting sloppy -- our thinking -- our attitude. We're not fucking hungry anymore! CUT TO 153 153 thru OMITTED thru 157 157 #02154 111 Rev. l/18/83 A-158 EXT. TONY'S MANSION - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING SHOT A-158 (Xl 158 INT. TONY'S MANSION - BATHROOM - NIGHT - CLOSE ON 158 TELEVISION COMMERCIAL (Xl A television spot for Florida Security Trust (or Miami Security Trust or Dade Security Trust depending on legal options). A respectable business-type walks along the sidewalk with a renascent dpwntown Mimi as a backdrop. Skyscrapers, glinting glass, cranes.... BANK SPOKESMAN s . -Here at Florida Security Trust we've been putting your money to work for a better America. We've been around for seventy-five years. We'll be here tomorrow. A logo for the firm over with the reminder "Since 1907." Camera pulling back to reveal Tony watching in his huge gold- leaf bathtub, a cigar clenched between his teeth. He looks like a character in a Futzie Nutzie loafing cartoon, with his TV hooked to one side of the tub, a long phone line to the other, and a radio and portable bar all within reach. TONY (to the TV) Yeah that's 'cause for seventy-five years you been fucking all of us over, that's why. (to Manny) Somebody oughta do something about these whores. Charging me ten points on my money and they're getting away with it! ThG's no laws anymore, anything goes. l Listen, these guys been here for a thousand years. They got all the angles figured. Manny straddles a chair next to the tub watching the m news that was interrupted by the Florida Security Trust commerical. Behind him Elvira's in d robe, fixing herself up in front of a giant mirror. It's some bathroom -- gigantic with a chandelier hanging in the middle of it, Italian marble, plants, skylights, etc.... rugs, CONTINUED .. . #02154 112 Rev. l/18/83 158 CONTINUED 15E TONY You know what capitalism is -- Getting fucked. ELVIRA A true capitalist if ever I met one. She's doing a toot of coke off a flat mirror. TONY Row would you know, bubblehead? You ever do nothing 'sides get your hair fixed and powder your nose? You do too much of that shit anyway. ELVIRA Nothing exceeds like excess. You should know that Tony. TONY Know what? Why do you always got to talk like that? (changing the subject) So I had a pow-wow with this guy Seidelbaum today. He checks out. I .got another meet set up. TONY When? Thursday ten o'clock. I thought I'd take Chi-Chi with me. Do a million (Xl and some change. Get my- feet wet with this guy. TONY (Xl That's a lot of wet. I'm not Rockefeller. Not yet. Tony points to a figure on the TV. TONY listen to this, guy's always (X) Hey, good for a laugh. Visual of silver-haired television Anchorman -- Vie Phillips -- with a bit of show business image in him -- to be seen again. Underneath his face, it says "Editorial." `. . . CONTINUED .: #02154 1 1 3 Rev. l/10/03 158 CONTINUED - 2 15E NEWS ANCHORMAN ...the question is how with a small law enforcement budget do you put a dent in an estimated $100 billion a year business? It seems at times all you can do is put your finger in the dike and pray but now we are hearing voices that say the only way we can solve the drug problem is the same way Prohibition was solved. Not by outlawing the substances but by legalizing and taxing them. These voices say that will drive out the organized crime element... (pause for effect) & am not one of those voices. TONY (responding) (Xl What do you know -- you never been right in your life, Vie baby... (to Manny) Guy never fuckin' tells the truth. It's the guys like him, the bankers and the politicians who want to keep the coke illegal so's they can make more money and get the votes to fight the bad guys. They're the bad guys. They'll fuck anything for a buck.... ELVIRA And what about you Tony? Can't you stop talking about it all the time, can't you stop saying fuck? -- it's boring, it's boring! TONY What's boring? ELVIRA (X) You're boring. Money, money, money! That's all I hear in this house. Frank never talked about money. TONY 'Cause Frank was dumb. (Xl ELVIRA You know what you've become Tony -- an arriviste, an immigrant spit millionaire who can't stop talking. -- CONTINUED #02154 114 thru 117 Rev. l/18/83 158 CONTINUED - 3 158 ELVIRA (Cont'd) about how much money he's got or how he's getting fucked. Why don't you just dig a hole in the garden honey and bury it and forget it. TONY What're you talking about, I worked my ass off for all this. (indicates the bathroom) CONTINUED ._.. #02154 118 2nd Rev.. 11,'22/82 158 CONTINUED - 3 151 ELVIRA (starts out) It's too bad. Somebody should've given it to you. You would've been a nicer person. TONY Hey you know what your problem is pussycat.... ELVIRA (at the lip. of the bathroom) What - my problem, Tony? is TONY '. . ..you got nothing to do with your life that's what. Tony, c'mon.... TONY Why don't you get a job y'know? Be a nurse, work with blind kids, lepers, open a stationary store, I don't give a shit. Anything beats lying around waiting for me to fuck you all the time. (Xl ELVIRA ( stung 1 honey, you're Don't toot your horn, not that good. TONY Frank was better? ELVIRA (guietly) You're an asshole. She goes. TONY (calling after her, guilty) Hey c'mon Elvie, whatta we fight for, this is dumb! He splashes the water in his tub and slams the TV shut. CONTINUED #02154 118-A 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 158 coNTIm - 4 (watching) I guess married life's not all that it's cracked up to be, hunh, Chico? A friendly smile but Tony just stares glumly after Elvira. (rises) I gotta hot date.... coNTmuED #00766 119 158 CONTINUED - 4 158 TONY (glaring into his bathwater) This Seidelbaum thing? Yeah? TONY Me and Nick'11 take care of it. You stay out of it. (very surprised) It's my deal. why! TONY You stink as a negotiator, that's why. You like the ladies more'n you do the money -- that's your problem Manny. Hey wait a second, I'm your partner Tony, you can't trust me, who the fuck can you trust?. Pause. Tony mumbles something, barely heard. TONY Junior partner. (catching7 Junior partner my ass! TONY I'm in charge. Do as I say. You go to Atlanta, you handle the Gomez delivery there. (a beat) lissen to your You oughta wife, muchacho. You are an asshole. He leaves, pissed, Tony mumbling to himself in his bath. TONY (to himself) Puck you too... what do you know, who the hell put things together;..me! .Who do I trust -- me, that's who.... DISSOLVE TO #00766 120 159 EXT. WAREHOUSE - ALONGSIDE MIAMI FREEWAY - DAY Tony and Nick The Pig get out of a van, frowning in the glary sunlight. From the continual sound of jet aircraft taking off and landing we might sense we're near an airport. As Nick hauls a duffel bag on his back, Tony, carrying a suitcase of his own, reads the sign on top of the warehouse: "CONSOLIDATED CARRIES INC. 160 INT. SEIDELBAUM OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - DAY 16 The office is bare and ugly, the furniture naugahyde black. There's noise from an outer office, and people on phones, moving, talking. Tony and Nick sit on a couch stacking twenty dollar bills from the duffel bag and suitcase onto a coffee table. Two men in casual sports clothing sit opposite them in chairs, one of them -- Seidelbaum -- squaring the bills and passing them efficiently through a money-counting machine which clicks at rhythmic intervals throughout the scene. Seidelbaum's a small, fat 7th Avenue-type with a lot of rings on his fingers and sharp, porky eyes. The other guy -- Luis -- a dark Cuban, is long, lean and smooth with aquiline nose and dancing eyes. He drinks coffee, smiles a lot and bullshits -- two sordid guys who look the part. It's a tedious process counting a million five in twenties, it takes four/five hours; and throughout the desultory dialogue Tony, absorbed by the money, and Nick never stop the monotonous work of counting and stacking and noting the At all times all four men, thoroughly aware of amounts. the large stacks on the table, move and talk gingerly although they appear casual and bored. They drink a lot of coffee. LUIS . I . yeah back then I worked in pictures I was in that picture down in Columbia. Burn, y'ever see it?.. with Marlon Brando. We're good friend. I was his driver.... NICK (stacking) Oh yeah? LUIS Yeah, in Caragena, they shot it there .. . Gillo Pontecorvo, he was the director. Italian guy. CONTINUED . #00766 121 160 CONTINUED 1% LUIS (Cont'd) (pause) Yeah, I also know Paul Newman. I worked with him in Tucson. NICK THE PIG That so? Say, you know Benny Alvarez there? LUIS uh.. . . SEIDELBAUM (interrupting to Tony) Now you want a company check here for $283,107.65? TONY checking (pause, his fingers) uh.. . I come up with 284.6 SEIDELBAUM (pauses, looks again at his figures) No, that's just not possible. The machine don't make mistakes. TONY Well, we'll count it again. SIEDELBAUM Oh Jesus! . TONY Hey business is business. We're talking $1500. SEIDELBAUM (exasperated) Okay, you keep the change okay, I don't give a shit. TONY Okay but I'll go through it again with you. Seidelbaum ignores it, counting up another stack. SEIDELBAUM Okay... This check now, this one goes to the.... TONY Montana Realty Company. CONTINUED #02154 122 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 160 CONTINUED - 2 160 NICK (to Luis) How come you don't know Benny Alvarez? DISSOLVE TO 161 INT. SEIDELBAUM'S WAREHOUSE OFFICE - DAY 161 They're drinking another round of coffee, exhausted, smoke filling the room. The table now resembles a Mount Everest of green and they're still counting. The money, like discarded food, is spread all over the place -- in boxes, brown paper bags, on the couch. They stretch, rub their eyes. SEIDELBAUM We're up to what? LUIS (consulting his notes) Seven checks. A million three hundred twenty-five and six hundred twenty-three (Xl ...plus eighteen cents. TONY (grins) Hey we're almost finished. Another 200 thousand and we can take a leak. SIEDELBAUM Yeah but this'11 do fine. Fulls a pistol from his ankle and rises. SEIDELBAUM You're under federal arrest, Montana, for a continuing criminal conspiracy. The Rico Statute. Get 'em up. Tony astonished. TONY Oh shit.. -You're not kidding hunh? (Xl Eyes darting. Considering the options. The little fat (X) man's eyes are suddenly agile and mean-.-Tony reads them, lifts his arms. SEIDELBAUM (to Luis) (Xl Get it. (Xl CONTINUED #02154 123 (Xl 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 161 CONTINUED 161 Luis moves around Tony to disarm him. TONY So how do I know you guys are cops? Luis, produces a wallet with identification, shoves it under Tony's nose. LUIS What's that say, asshole? Insert: Photograph and Drug Enforcement Agency ID. TONY (impressed) Hey that's good work, where can I get one of those? LUIS Cabron! You call yourself Cuban? You make a real Cuban throw up. SEIDELBAUM Looie! Cool it. TONY (unfazed; wiping the sweat off) Call your dog off, Seidelbaum. I wanna call my lawyer. SEIDELBAUM Lotta good he's gonna do you Montana. There's an eye there in the wall. (points) Say hi, honey.... 162 IN'P. SEIDELBAUM'S WAREHOUSE OFFICE - DAY - REVERSE ANGLE ON VIDEOTAPE Blurry image of the men in the room. Tony is not that clear an image as he glances briefly, uninterested, into the camera. TONY Yeah, is that what you jerk off in front of Seidelbaum? CONTINUED #02154 124 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 (Xl 162 CONTINUE3 NICK Oh shit and I was supposed to meet this chick at three. What a pain in the ass. SEIDELBAUM (to camera) Okay, Danny, turn it off. The angle goes black. 163 BACK TO SCENE 163 SEIDELBAUM (reciting the Miranda) All right, Montana, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be taken against you. You have the.... TONY (cuts him off) I know all that shit, Seidelbaum, save your breath. It ain't gonna stick. You know it, I know it. I '.m here changing dollar bills is all. So you wanna waste everybody's time here, I call my lawyer. Best lawyer in Miami. He's so good tomorrow morning you're gonna be working in Alaska, Seidelbaum.... As they handcuff him.... DISSOLVE TO 164 INT. TONY'S BATHROOM - DAY 164 "Drug King Posts Record $5 Million Bond" -- a front page of Tony, Elvira, and Sheffield, the lawyer. photo CUT TO 165 XNT. TONY'S BATHROOM - DAY 165 Tony, tense, checks himself in the mirror, adjusts 3s hair. A vial of coke appears. He snorts a large amount, goes out. It's the first time we sense he might be using the stuff on a steady and increasingly heavy basis. CUT TO #02154 125 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 (X) 166 INT. LAWYER'S OFFICE - NIGEXT 166 Tony is pacing nervously. Manny looks on. Red-headed Sheffield rasps through a cloud of cigarette smoke behind his desk. SHEFFIELD . ..you give me a check for a hundred grand plus three hundred in cash and I guarantee you walk on the conspiracy charge. But they're gonna come back at us on a tax evasion -- and they'll get it. TONY What am I looking at? SHEFFIELD Five years, you'll be out in three, maybe less if I can make a deal. TONY For what! Three years in the can! For washing money? This whole country's built out of washed money! CONTINUED #00766 126 166 CONTINUED 16r Hey, Tony, what's three years? ltvs not like Cuba here. It's like going to a hotel. Tony shakes his head, grimacing like he's having an epileptic fit. SHEFFIELD I'll delay the trial. A year and a half, two years, you won't start doing time till '85. TONY they never get me back in a No...no, cage.. -never! HeyI George I go another four hundred grand -- I go 800,000 dollars, okay? With that you can fix the Supreme Court, hunh? SHEFFIELD Tony.. .the law has to prove 'beyond a reasonable doubt.' I'm an expert at raising that doubt but when you got a million three undeclared dollars staring into a videotape camera, honeybaby, it's hard to convince a jury you found it in a taxi cab. Tony paces back and forth like a tiger, corking his fury. Abruptly coming to a decision, he whirls and leans across Sheffield's desk. TONY All right-.-all right. I do the three fuckin' years but lemme tell you about my law, George. It's real simple. There's no 'reasonable doubt.' If you're rain-making the judge or you fuck me for the four hundred grand and I come in guilty on the big rap -- you, the judge, the prosecutor, nothing's gonna stop I'm gonna come and tear me, y'hear? your fuckin' eyeballs out. Pause. SHEFFIELD (cool) The point is made. Now where's the money? Tony nods to Manny who hauls a briefcase up on Sheffield's desk. Tony abruptly walks out, a vial appearing in his hands as he steps out of the office. He sniffs. . CUT TO #00?66 127 EXT. SOSA VILLA - BOLIVIA - DAY 167 167 Camera follows Tony with Ernie and Chi-Chi dowr'the outside gallery onto the veranda where Sosa is reclining with several other men -- all in casual clothes, enjoying their coffee after lunch. SOSA (rising) Tony...Tony. TONY Alex. They hug like they were the closest of friends. SOSA I'm glad you made it on such short notice. I appreciate it. How`s Elvira? TONY She's okay. How's your wife? SOSA Three more months. TONY That's great. SOSA And you, when are you going to have another Tony to take your place. TONY (sore point) I'm working on it. SOSA I guess you'll have to work harder, Tony. They laugh, nervously. Sosa is a little more reserved with him than before -- in tune.with the other men at the meeting. SOSA Tony, come, I want you to meet some friends of mine. He smoothly guides Tony towards the group of men who rise. SOSA is Pedro Quinn, chairman of This Andes Sugar here...Tony Montana. CONTINUED #00766 128 167 CONTINUED 167 PEDRO QUINN A pleasure, Mr. Montana. Camera tracking through ad-lib introductions, the music assuming a faint martial stride. SOSA General Eduardo Strasser, Commander of the First Army Corps...Tony Montana. The man is in civilian clothes. SOSA Ariel Bleyer, from the Ministry of the Interior...Tony Montana. The cameras moving past Sosa's black aide, the Skull (who nailed Omar) silent behind his sunglasses, to an American- type in a Brook6 Brothers suit who stands. SOSA . . * Charles Goodson -- a friend of ours from Washington. TONY Hi.... GOODSON How do you do, Mr. Montana.... He smells like a government guy. Sosa summons the black aide -- in a hushed voice. SOSA Nicky, have Albert0 meet us in the living room. The black aide goes. SOSA (solicitous) Tony, come, please sit here. Tony is shown a chair in the middle of the veranda, surrounded on all sides. There is a strained beat to the proceedings. Ernie and Chi-Chi hang around the edges. He suddenly catches a glimpse of the sloe-eyed Gabriella moving with another woman past a window of the house. Then she's gone. Sosa pulls up a chair right opposite Tony, almost touching knees. SOSA Tony, I want to discuss something that concerns all of us here.... CONTINUED #02154 129 Rev. 12/165/82 /- 167 CONTINUED - 2 16 TONY Sure, Alex. SQSA Tony, you have a problem; we have a problem... I think we can solve both our problems. Tony waits. SOSA We all know you have tax troubles in your country -- and you may have to do a little time. But we have some friends in Washington who tell us these troubles can be taken care of ...maybe you'll have to pay a big fine and some back interest, but there's no time.... Pause. Tony looks. The American guy, Goodson, shifts his gaze away. TONY your problem, Alex? And Sosa looks around, stands up. SOSA Come I I'll show you. Tony cautiously stands to follow him. CUT TO 168 INSERT - INT. SOSA VILLA LIVING ROOM - DAY - VIDEOTAPE - 168 MATOS STUDY A "Phil Donahue-type" setting. A segment now in progress with the "Donahue-type" interviewing Dr. Orlando Gutierrez. (Xl Gutierrez is a young charismatic man, very well dressed and polished in a South American manner who exudes a sense of enormous passion. GUTIERREZ than 10,OOO'of our people are ...More being tortured and held without trial. In the past two years, another 6,000 have simply disappeared. And your government -- what does it do? It sells my government tanks, planes, guns, but not a word -- not-a whisper -- about human rights! CONTINUED #02154 130 Rev. l/18/8:, (Xl 168 CONTINUED 16l INTERVIEWER I've heard whispers, Doctor Gutierrez, about the financial support your govern- ment receives from the drug industry in Bolivia. GUTIERFSZ The irony, of course, is that this money -- which is in the billions, J i m - - is coming from your country. You are the major purchaser of our national product -- which of course is cocaine. INTERVIEWER So what you're saying Doctor Gutierrez is the United States Government is spending millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of drugs into our streets and at the same time is - - - doing business with the very same government that floods those' streets with cocaine.. -that's a bit like robbing Peter to pay Paul, isn't it? GUTIERRBZ (laughs) Let me show you some of the other characters in the comedy, Jim...my organization just recently traced a purchase by this man --- Gutierrez holds up a photograph -- insert the face on the TV screen, dour, ruthless. GUTXERREZ . . . here he is, the charming face belongs to General Cucombre, the Defense Minister of my country. Two months ago he bought a twelve million dollar villa on-Lake Lucerne in Now if he's supposed Switzerland. to be the Bolivian Defense Minister, what's he doing living in Switzerland? Guarding the cash register? Laughter. 169 TONY 169. a lot, watching, touching his nose blowing it, hyped from the coke usage. SOSA .I.a Communist -- financed by Moscow. #02154 131 Rev. l/18/83 170 GUTIERREZ 170 (Xl holds up another photograph -- insert the face on the TV screen. GUTIERREZ (Xl ...this is Alejandro Sosa. Inter- esting character. A wealthy landowner. Educated in England. Gocd family. The business brain and drug overlord of an empire stretching across the Andes. Not your ordinary drug dealer.... INTERVIEWER (X) What are you suggesting we do about this, Doctor? GUTIERREZ (Xl (passionate) The United States Government has.to stop supporting these facist gang- sters that are running my country, that is what your country has to do. You have to set a strong example by calling for the observation of fundamental human rights. 171 TONY 171 staring intently at him, reluctantly impressed. GUTIERREZ (Xl You Americans have no idea how important your country is as a symbol and a bastion of those rights. You have no.... Sosa flips off the television. The lights come on. He's alone with Tony. SOSA ...he's scheduled next for 60 Minutes. He's going on French, British, Italian, Japanese television. People everywhere are starting to listen to him. He's embarrassing, Tony...That*s our problem. TONY Yeah. Sosa looks up. CONTINUED #02154 131-A Rev. l/18/83 171 CONTINUED 171 The Shadow (seen before at the disposal of Omar) comes into the room, thin and quiet, his venomous eyes flicking over Tony. The Skull leads him in. SOSA You've met Albert0 before?... TONY (remains seated) Sure. How could I forget? SOSA Alberto, you know Tony Montana -- my partner from Florida. CONTINUED ,* ._ #00766 132 CONTINUED 171 171 Albert0 nods icily, remains standing adjacent. SOSA (to Tony) So you see Albert0 here is going to help fix our problem. Alberto, you know, is an expert in the disposal business -- but he doesn't know his way around the States too well, he doesn't speak English, and he needs a little help... (*en) Is that a problem, Tony? Tony looks around the faces, then: TONY That's no problem, Alex.... Alex nods, pleased. Hold on Tony. He blows his nose again. CUT TO INT. THE RESTAURANT - MIAMI - 172 LAUNDRY NIGHT . 175 A millionaire's place, like "The Forge" on Arthur Godfrey Road. Tony, Elvira, and Manny are shown to their table by the maitre d'. Tony, a little loaded, intersects a group of people at another table and stops, putting his hand on a heavyset man's shoulder. TONY Hey, Vie, I watch your show everyday. Vie -- who we saw before editorializing on television.-- cranes his leonine white head of hair around with a patrician annoyance reserved for bores in restaurants. VIC Oh, is that so? TONY Yeah. Hey, you know that two hundred kilo DEA bust you was congratulating the cops for on the toob the other night? VIC .-__ . Aren't you.. .Tony Montana? CONTINUED #00766 133 172 CONTINUED TONY (beaming now, ignoring Manny who comes to retrieve him) Yeah, that's me. The half-dozen rich people in the dinner party are intrigued. TONY (waves to them) Hi folks, don't get up. Anyway, Vie, check it out. I heard like it was 220 kilos went down. That means twenty is missing, right? Ask your friends, the cops, about that -- and keep up the good work, Vie, but don't believe everything you hear, y'know what I mean? Okay, have a good dinner, nice to meet you people. Waves farewell to them, pats Vie once more on the shoulder, and leaves them murmuring. (reproving) Hey, Tony, that's not cool, he's got a lotta friends in.... TONY I don't give a fuck. He's an ass- hole! Never fucking tells the truth That's the trouble in this on TV! country. Nobody fucking tells the truth! Not caring if he's overheard, Tony seems to be in the grip of an anguish he does not understand. .CUT TO 173 TONY 17: sits with Manny and Elvira, who is dipping into a vial of coke in the purse in her lap. Another huge meal is being consumed, the best roast beef, bottles of red and white wine, cigars.... so what's the big mystery, what . 1 . happened down there with Sosa? TONY Lot of bullshit, that's what. Politics. The whole world's turning into politics. CONTINUED #00766 134 173 CONTINUED `_ 173 He pulls out his own vial under the table between eating _- and drinking. The one thing we always stayed out of was politics, Tony. TONY Yeah, so what do you think Emilio Rebenga was? Politics or what? Manny remembers. TONY No free rides in this world, kid. So who's this guy you brought back with you, the guy who don't blink? ELVIRA What guy? TONY (to Manny) You stay out of it. Run things down here. 1'11 be up in New York next week. He takes a hit, unnoticed. ELVIRA (unheard) What guy? (to Tony) I don't like it. TONY You don't like it! It was you got me into this mess in the first place with that fuckin' Seidelbaum! What's Seidelbaum got to do with this? Tony sighs, turning his attention to Elvira. He surveys the table with the bored satiety of a Roman Emperor, points to Elvira's untouched plate. TONY Why don't you eat your food, what's wrong with it? .. CONTINulm #00766 135 173 CONTINUED - 2 17: ELVIRA I'm not hungry. She quickly does one nostril with a quick, practiced move- ment of her hand. TONY So what'd you order it for? ELVIRA I lost my appetite. She does the other nostril. Tony looking at her. One beat. Two beats. He passes a silent burp. (trying to shift the mood) So what about the trial? I heard Sheffield thinks he can get a new postponement.... Tony, bleary-eyed now and drunk, continues to look at Elvira, then away, encompassing the restaurant. TONY (ignoring the question) Is this it? Is that what it's all about, Manny? Eating, drinking, snorting, fucking? Then what? You're fifty and you got a bag for a belly and tits with hair on 'em and your liver's got spots and you're looking like these rich fuckin' mummies in here? Is that what it's all about? It's not so bad Tony, could be worse.... TONY (doesn't hear) . . I is that what I worked 'for? With these hands? Is that what I killed for? For this? (turns his gaze stonily on Elvira) A junkie??? I gotta fucking junkie for a wife? Who never eats nothing, who wakes up with a quaalude, who sleeps all day with black shades on, who won't fuck me 'cause she's in a coma! (gently) - Tony, you're drunk. CONTINUED #00766 136 CONTINUED - 3 173 173 TONY ...is this how it ends? And I thought I was a winner? Fuck it man, I can't even have a fucking kid with her, her womb's so polluted, I can't even have a fucking little baby! Elvira reacts -- wanting to kill. She gets up and dumps her plate filled with food on him. Slop drips all over him. ELVIRA You sonufabitch! You fuck! They got a black tie audience now. The waiter tipping around to clean up the mess. Tony slowly wiping the food off himself. ELVIRA How dare you talk to me like that! You call yourself a man! What makes you so much better than me, what do you do? Deal drugs? Kill people? Oh that's just wonderful Tony -- a real contribution to human history. You want a kid. What kind of father do you think you'd make, Tony? What kind of stories are you going to tell the kid before he goes to sleep at night? You going to drive him to school in the mornings, Tony? You really think you're still going to be alive by the time he goes to school, Tony? You're dreaming, Tony, you're dreaming! The audience is hushed, involved, the camera moving over the faces of Vie and his rich friends. Tony acidly quiet, looks around at the people, back to her. TONY Sit down before I kill you. ELVXRA * . . You think of yourself as a husband, too, Tony. But did you ever stay home without having six of your goons around all the time? I have Nick the Pig as a friend? What kind of life is that Tony? What kind of life is that? CONTINUED #00766 137 / 173 CONTINUED - 4 173 ELVIRA (Cont'd) (in a softer tone) Oh Tony don't you see? Don't you see what we've become? We're losers, honey, we're not winners, we're losers.... Silence. Tony's fury has passed. So has Elvira's. There's this awkwardness all of a sudden like two actors who forgot their lines. TONY (softly) Go on, get a cab home, you're stoned. (to Manny) Manny. ELVIRA I'm not stoned Tony. You're No, stoned. You're so stoned you don't even know it. TONY All right I'm stoned. Manny. (rising, trying to put his arm on Elvira) Come on, baby. ELVIRA No, no you stay right there Manny, I'm not going home with you...I'm not going home with anybody. I'm going home alone... (staring at Tony) I'm leaving you. I don't need this shit anymore. Pause. She starts wobbling out. Past the silent spectators, their eyes moving between her and Tony. Manny rises to follow. TONY Let her go! ..Another guaalude and she'll lpve me again. Tony's Stumbling once, Elvira disappears out the door. eyes follow her. Pause. .. CONTINUED #02154 138 Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 173 CONTINUED - 5 173 The whole room is watching him sitting there covered with food, the silence cathedral. He stands, wiping at the food and throwing several hundred dollar bills on the table, then looks up angrily at the staring millionaires. TONY You're all assholes. You know why? 'Cause none of you got the guts to be what you want to be. He wobbles against the table. Manny tries to help. Tony shakes him loose. TONY You need people like me so you can point your fingers and say 'hey there's the bad guy!' So what does that make you? Good guys? Don't kid yourselves. You're no better'n me. You just know how to hide -- and how to lie. Me I don't have that problem. I always tell the truth -- even when I lie. He starts out, staggers. TONY So say good night to the bad guy... You're never gonna see a bad guy like me again. He walks out, proud, Manny bringing up the rear. The room is empty for a beat -- an extended beat, the stage without its star -- and then the audience begins to buzz with horror and delight. CUT TO 174 EXT. GUITERREZ' STREET - NEW YORK - NIGHT f-74 A quiet East Eighties street. Two rich-looking male lovers stroll past with their dog. A moment of silence. Tony moves into frame. Behind him, the Shadow (Alberto) moves towards a sedan parked along the curb, carrying an airline bag. Be slips under the car. Tony looks: 135 ERNIE 17: down the street at the intersection of the avenue, surveying traffic, signals okay. #02154 138-A Rev. l/18/83 , 176 CHI-CHI 176 --d-- waits in Tony's sedan double-parked down the block. Tony, feeling everything's okay, does .a nervous, quick snort, paces next to the vehicle the Shadow disappeared under. Ground level -- the Shadow, using a pen flashlight, removes the bomb from the bag. With subtly inexorable music, the camera frames and moves on the bomb -- wired, soldered, taped -- a malignant centipede in the long agile fingers of the Shadow, who delicately presses a tester. A glass button on the bomb now flashes red at soothing intervals as the Shadow winds a roll of black tape from the bomb to an axle of the car. 177 ERNIE si-gnals. #02154 139 Rev. 12/16/82 x.. TONY 178 170 sees it. A cop car comes cruising off the avenue up the street, towards us, Ground level -- the Shadow continues to wind his black tape trying to secure the bomb as tight as possible. Tony hurries to the car, bends down. TONY (Spanish) Psst! La Jara! Apaga. The Shadow douses it and freezes in position. Tony looks up just as the cop car pulls alongside, the passenger cop, a female, noticing him, saying something to . her partner who eases the car to a halt. Tony hurries out into the street, taking the initiative. TONY Hey officer, uh you haven't seen a little dog have you, a little white poodle, it's around here somewhere? Jesus my kid's gonna go crazy when he hears I lost 'im. Oh boy am I gonna be in trouble. FEMALE COP Why don't you check the ASPCA okay? They handle that stuff.... TONY The ASPCA? What's that?.. Jesus, that's not the place where they chop these dogs up is it? . FEMALE COP (in a hurry) Look it up in the Yellow Pages okay, buddy. (signal to her partner, they drive off) Tony looks at them go, takes another snort, walks over to the car, bangs on the hood several times. TONY Hey smiley, come on outta there, you're under arrest! CONTINUED #02154 140 Rev. l/18/83 178 CONTINUED 17E Pause. The Shadow, unsmiling, appears from under the car. gun drawn, glowing with perspiration. When he realizes it's a joke, his eyes blaze at Tony. SHADOW (Spanish) What the fuck you doing! TONY (winks) Hey that was close, hunh? CUT TO 179 EXT. GUITERREZ' STREET - NEW YORK - DAY - EARLY NEXT MORNING 175 (Xl Ernie, Chi-Chi, and the Shadow huddle cold and uncomfortable in the sedan, waiting -- eating pizzas and drinking beers. The morning has come down ice cold. 180 INT. PHONE BOOTH - NEW YORK - DAY 18( At the phone booth up corner, Tony -- the unshaven, bleary- eyed -- is rapping on the phone. TONY . . . Yeah, _ yeah...nah, nah...you tell (X _ Sheffield keep his nose out of it, there's not gonna be no trial, I got everything under control, yeah...Have you heard from Elvira? He waits, hangs up, snorts some more, impatient. He picks (X up the phone again, starts dialing. 181 INT. TONY'S NEW YORK SEDAN - DAY 18: In the sedan, the peers Shadow over, angry, at Tony. SHADOW (Spanish) What the fuck's he doing now! That sonufabitch.... 182 INT. PHONE BOOTH - NEW YORK r DAY 18; In the booth, Tony, snorting another nostril, moves back and forth as the phone rings at the other end. Finally she picks up, CONTINUED #02154 141 Rev. l/18/83 182 CONTINUED 182 ELVIRA'S VOICE (Xl '---' Yes? TONY Hello baby, how's Baltimore?..hey (Xl look Elvie, I been thinkin' 'bout us, you know and.... The phone goes dead. Furious he slams it back down, stalks (Xl back out to the sidewalk. 183 OMITTED 183 (X) 184 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 184 He gets in the driver'6 seat. The Shadow's next to him with the radio transmitter, Chi-Chi, in the back. Tony, (Xl seemingly unaffected by the weather, reaches for an open pint of ice cream, starts eating it with a plastic spoon. He alternates ice cream with coke through the scene;the dashboard of the car cluttered with cartons of half-eaten Chinese food. The Shadow, disgusted with all this mess, restrains himself, staring out at the street with a hate-filled expression, saying nothing. CHI-CHI (concerned) Everything okay Tony? TONY Yeah roses. Where is this fuckin' I don't got all day to piss WY? away. CHI-CHI Probably fucking his wife. (eating pizza) Jeezus it's cold. 185 THEIR POINT OF VIEW THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 185 The door of the brownstone. No movement. Though now there's increasing traffic on the street and passing pedestrians. TONY . . . we oughta shoot him when he comes out the door, save a lotta bullshit. #a?154 142 Rev. l/18/83 186 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 1BE CHI -CHI What's so important about this guy anyway? What's he a Communist? (Xl TONY (snorting through his mouth) Nah he's no Communist. He's a kinda (Xl symbol, that's what he is. CHI-CC1 What the fuck's that mean -- symbol? TONY It's like when you die, your life meant something to somebody, y'know? It wasn't like you just lived it for yourself, but you did something for the rest of the human race too.... Tony snorts another line -- seen through the rearview mirror. CHI-CHI (nods his head somberly) Yeah? TONY Me, I wanna die fast. With my name written in lights all over the sky. Tony Montana. He died doin' it. CHI-CHI Whatcha talking 'bout Tony, you ain't gonna die. TONY (doesn't hear him) ...So I'll end up in a coffin. So what? The cockroach fires the bullet's gonna end up in a coffin just like me. But I lived better when I was here. And that's what counts. Pause. TONY (nervous, to Ernie) Ernie, what time? CONTINUED . #00766 143 .- 186 CONTINUED - 2 18f ERNIE Ten to. TONY (opening his door) I gotta call Manny. He starts out the door. The Shadow barks out something in preemptory Spanish. SHADOW (Spanish) Sit down! TONY Hey, you don't tell me what to do, you,... CHI-CHX Tony, he's coming! 187 EXT. MATOS' STREET - DAY 18 Tony looks around, sees: Matos coming out the door, briefcase in hand. Tony gets back in the car. 188 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 16 Matos gets into his sedan a quarter block down from his front door. 189 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 1E Tony staring. The Shadow, most excited of all, like a panther that just spotted his prey, eyes alive for the first time. 190 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 1s Matos sits there warming up his car, looking back at the brownstone. 144 #00766 191 191 XNT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY SHADOW (Spanish, excited) ...The UN -- right in front of it. In the daylight. That's the way they want it. Tony breaks open a fresh vial. TONY (English) Hey okay I don't give a shit where, okay, you can blow him up when you like okay, just tell me okay -- when you like. The chatter comes out jagged, irritating the Shadow who doesn't understand Tony's English anyway. SHADOW (Spanish; to Chi-Chi) What's he saying! You tell him stay inside thirty metres of the ca,r okay -- no more you just stay inside thirty metres. TONY (English) Hey okay I heard you the the first time. One time okay. Just tell me one time. (snorts) SHADOW (Spanish) I tell you thirty metres okay! You understand, madre de dios, why this hop-head is driving! CHI-CHI Okay, okay. TONY (English) Okay, okay, cool it willya all right. 19 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 192 of the Mates pulls his car out parking space. Tony puts his car in gear, prepares to pull out when: CONTINUED #00766 145 192 CONTINUED 19 Matos stops his car, backs up -- in the direction of his front door. TONY What the --- Matos comes to a halt, double-parked, honks. 193 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 19 TONY (to Chi-Chi) What's he doing? Where's he going? 194 MATOS' BROWNSTONE - SIDEWALK - DAY 19 The wife opens the door, steps out -- followed, moments later, by two schoolchildren, books in hand. Matos waves to them to come along. 195 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY is. Tony looks astonished, back at Chi-Chi. TONY What the fuck! You said the wife took `em in the other car. CHI-CHI She did boss. She did it every fuck= day, I swear! 196 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 19r The two children are now climbing in the back of Matos' sedan, the wife getting into the pasenger seat. They drive off. 197 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 19: Tow, upset now, goes to his vial, snorts, turns sharply to the Shadow. TONY Hey Chico, no fuckin' way! No wife, no kids! We hit this fuckin' guy we hit him alone okay. CONTINUED #02154 146 Rev. l/18/83 CONTINUED 197 19; SHADOW _ (Spanish) No! Mr. Sosa says we do it now. We do it. Co -0 He has the strength of a born psychopath, brooking no other reality but his own. He stares a hole through Tony who gives way to his intensity, going into a slow angry burn at himself, putting the sedan in gear and going after Matos, muttering to himself. TONY ...aw fuck this, this fuckin' asshole! Chi-Chi, in the back, looks on worried. (X 198 NEW YORK STREETS - DAY - FOLLOWING MATOS' SEDAN 191 through Manahattan, towards the UN. The Shadow making the final adjustments on his decoder. He now sticks a key in it. A red light pulses at intervals. Tony, driving, glances, the tension building in him, he does another giant snort. Matos' sedan, swerving out into traffic to pass a car, has a near collision with an insane bus driver and has to brake suddenly, angling into a deep pothole, shaking the car and honking angrily after the bus. The Shadow goes nuts, peering over the dashboard to see if the bomb came loose. SHADOW (to himself, Spanish) Madre de dios, my bomb! -- don't you fuckin' fall, my little baby! Perspiration starting to break out on his forehead. Tony also feels the sweat coming on. TONY (muttering) ...this is fuckin' crazy, man, this is sloppy doing it this way, you don't do it like this.... ..._. He hcinks furiously at a cab that tries to cut him off. #00766 147 199 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 199 Tony, intense at the wheel, sneezing, his nose running. SHADOW (equally tense, in Spanish) You're losing them! There! That street, they go that street! TONY I see 'im! I see `im! SHADOW (Spanish) Thirty metres! Thirty metres! Go! Go! TONY Shut the fuck up! Honking like a madman and accelerating past a truck.... TONY ...what am I doing? What the fuck am I doing here?... 200 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 20( sedan pulling off at 47th and Second Avenue heading Mato's for the United Nations building which now appears at the end of the street. 201 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 20: SHADOW (Spanish) Okay, now...now. Right here. Easy. Easy! The decoder. Tony snorts. TONY (muttering) . .Aw . fuck you, you fuckin' vulture.... The Shadow in stark profile. finger depresses the first key of the decoder. His UNDER MATOS' CAR - DAY 202 20; The bomb -- pulsing red light. #02154 148 Rev. l/18/83 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 203 20: The Gutierrez sedan pulls off the sidestreet into the thick (Xl of First Avenue traffic -- approaching the striking facade of the United Nations. 204 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 204 The Shadow is in a full sweat. SHADOW (Spanish) ...okay, okay, nice 'n' easy...at the corner... when he pulls up at the corner. His finger hovering around the second key of the decoder. tx: Chi-Chi in the back, leaning forward across the seat. TON? (muttering) Two kids in the car, Jesus Christ! 205 UNDER GUTIERREZ' CAR - DAY 20! (X The bomb -- jarred by -a bump, pulsing red light. 206 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 201 Gutierrez' sedan inches its way out of the traffic and (X eases along the curb. 207 INT.. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 20' Tony honking his way through traffic after them, building to a climax with himself. TONY (muttering) ...bunch of fuckin' vultures. You don't have the guts to look 'im in the eye when you kill him, you gotta hide, you fuckin' vulture. Honk, honk. sHliDow Shut up! CHI-CHI (suddenly panicked) He's gonna get out! Hurry UP, hurry the fuck up! CONTINUED . #02154 149 * Rev. 11/2/82 __ -. CPNTINUED 207 20' TONY (ignoring all the commotion) . * . makes you feel good, hunh? Killing the wife and the kids. Big ,f man. Well fuck you! What do you think I am? You think I'd kill two kids and a woman. Well fuck that! I don't need that shit in my life. His face twisted in agony, he reaches down and snaps his Baretta free from his ankle holster. He swings it around sharply, levelling it on the Shadow. TONY motherfucker! The Shadow glances over at Tony, astonished. Tony pumps two shots point-blank into him, blowing his face off and smashing him against the door of the moving sedan, blood and brains splattering the windows and the seat covers. CHI-CHI Oh Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! What the.... Tony swerving the sedan back across the Avenue, the traffic around them honking and moving along at its normal pace as the Shadow's body slumps down out of sight, another Monday morning traffic accident with blood and brains splattered up against a passenger window and nobody really sees... except a six-year-old girl in an adjacent vehicle; she wonders momentarily, then dismisses it. TONY (continuing to mutter) ...so what'd you think I was, hunh? A fucking worm like you! I told you don't fuck with me! I told you no kids! You shoulda listened to me you stupid fuck! CUT TO 208 OMITTED 2c (2 #02154 150 (Xl Rev. l/18/83 .-\ 209 EXT. JFK AIRPORT - THAT NIGHT 205 Planes roaring. 210 INT. JFK AI RPORT 21c Chi-Chi waiting in a busy lounge covering Tony on the phone; Tony's still wearing the same clothes with patches of blood on them. TONY Ernie? Where the fuck you been? ERNIE'S VOICE I had a delivery. Tow, everything go okay, whatsa --- TONY Puck no? Where the hell's Manny? I been calling all over. ERNIE'S VOICE. I don't know, Tony. He's been gone last couple of days. Didn't say nothing. TONY What! Where! I left that sunufabitch in charge! What the hell is going on here, can't 1 trust anybody anymore. ERNIE'S VOICE I don't know, Tony, he just took off, y'know, he didn't say nothing... you all right? TONY No, I'm not all right. I'm pissed off! And when I 'get there I'm gonna kick some ass all over the fuckin' place! ERNIE'S VOICE When you coming back, Tony? TONY Tonight! (repeating to himself) Where the hell is that cocksucker? I can't trust nobody no more. You think just 'cause I'm a nice guy.... ERNIE'S VOICE Uh, Tony, your mama called. Gina's , gone. She got to see you right .away. CONTINUED #02154 151 (X) Rev. l/18/83 210 CONTINUED 210 TONY Gina's gone? Where! Oh fuck!..Tell her 1'11 be there tonight. Okay? ERNIE'S VOICE Right. TONY (about to hang up, pauses) uh -- how 'bout Elvie -- did she call? ERNIE'S VOICE (a beat) No. TONY Yeah, okay, okay...listen if she calls, tell her I love her, okay? ERNIE'S VOICE Yeah, okay Tony. Tony hangs up. A moment of despair. Then he snorts another spoon and snaps back. CUT TO 211 EXT. AIRPORT - NIGHT 211 Plane taking off. CUT TO 212 EXT. TONY'S MANSION - THAT NIGHT 212 Tony drives up in a white Corniche (the red Jaguar having been shot to shreds earlier in Lopez's attempt on Tony's life) with Chi-Chi, jumps out in the same bloodstained clothes, rushes in. 213 INT. TONY'S MANSION - NIGHT 213 Ernie meets them at the door. TONY Hear from Manny? ERNIE No Tony. Your mama called again. She gotta see you. And Sosa's been ringing every half-hour on the eleven line. Tony, he sounds pissed, he.... CONTINUED #02154 152 Rev. l/18/83 (Xl 213 CONTINUED 213 TONY Yeah, yeah, yeah...Chi-Chi, get him on the line. In the office. Chi-Chi goes. TONY What about Elvie -- anything? Ernie shakes his head. e TONY You keep trying Manny. I need that cocksucker, you hear, I need him here! Okay? ERNIE Right, Tony. Tony stalks off, towards his office. 214 214 INT. TONY'S OFFICE Amid his computer space games and half-dozen televisions and stereos, Tony picks up the ringing phone. TONY Yeah? Hi. Mami. Her voice on the phone sounds The other phone is ringing. hysterical and angry. Not really listening, Tony breaks open a new vial, pours the entire vial of coke out across the desk into a thick quarter-moon pattern. He snorts. Chi-Chi signals he's got Sosa on the other line. TONY (into the phone) Yeah, all right. I hear you. No I'll be there! problem, okay. snorts, then pushes the button Chi-Chi indicates. He hangs up, The telephone should be the latest in gimmickry. TONY * . . so whaddaya say Alex? Pause. The voice at the other end is very controlled, very cold. SOSA'S VOICE So what happened Tony? CONTINtTED #02154 153 Rev. l/18/83 (Xl .-- 214 CONTINUED 214 TONY (casual) Oh we had some problems. SOSA'S VOICE Yeah I`heard. TONY How'd you hear? SOSA'S VOICE 'Cause our friend gave a speech today at the UN. He wasn't supposed to give that speech. TONY (shrugs) Yeah, well, your guy Albert0 was a piece of shit, he didn't do what I said so I cancelled his fuckin' contract. Pause at the other end. SOSA'S VOICE e . . M-y partners and I are pissed off. TONY Hey Alex, no big deal. There' 8 plenty other 'Albertos'. so I'll deliver the goods next month. SOSA'S VOICE (suddenly angry and letting Tony know) No! We can't do that. They found Fiat was under the car, Tony. And our friend's got security now UP the ass. And the heat's coming down hard There's not onme and my partners. gonna be a next time. You blew it, you fuckin' dumb cocksucker! TONY Hey, you don't talk to me like that! Who do you --- SQSA' S VOICE (simultaneous) I told you a long time you little ago, fuckin' monkey, not to fuck me and.... Tony holding the mouthpiece away from his ear and talking _- -' at it like it was a face. CONTINUED #02154 154 and 155 Rev. l/18/83 214 coNTINuED 214 TONY Who the fuck you think you're talkin' to, hunh! Whatta you think I am? Your fuckin' slave! You don't tell me what to do, Sosa. You ' re shit! You want a war, you got it? Slams the phone down. TONY The fucking nerve of that guy! room, In the cavernous silence of the he listlessly turns (X) to another line of coke. CUT TO (Xl 215 EXT. MIAMI STREETS - NIGHT 215 Tony in the backseat in his white Corniche staring straight ahead. Ernie driving, Chi-Chi with him. 216 EXT. MOTHER'S HOUSE - SOUTHWEST MIAMI - NIGHT 216 The bulletproof white Corniche pulls up, Ernie and Chi-Chi getting out first, checking the street, Tony following quickly. TONY (to Chi-Chi) You try Manny again. Gimme five minutes. He hurries towards the house. #02154 156 2nd Rev. 11/22/82 217 INT. MOTHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT 21: Mama is angry and ravaged with worry, made weaker than previously, as if overhelmed by events. . she got a place of her own, she don't tell me where. One day I follow her in a taxi. She goes into this fancy house in Coconut Grove. TONY The Grove? Where'd she get that kinda money? You ! You were giving her the money, what do you think -- don't you see what you do to her, don't you.... TONY I never gave her that kinda money. (XJ Yes, you did! One time one. thousand. (Xl dollars you gave her!... (Xl TONY Mama, was there a guy with hex? I don't know, there was this other car in the driveway. I know if I went in there, she'd kill me, she's like you, she.... Tony's face filling with the old wrath, he grips his mother by the shoulders. TONY Where's this house, tell me! Citrus Four hundred something. Four hundred nine. You Drive. gotta talk to her Tony, she don't She says to listen to me anymore. me 'Shut up! Mind your own business.' (X) Exactly like you do to me. Ever since you come back, she's been getting thiseway. He turns to leave but she clings to his arm. ,. -- CONTINUED #02154 157 2nd Rev. U/22/82 (Xl _- 217 CONTINUED 21: Don't you see what you do to her? Don't you see? Why do you have to hurt everything you touch, why do you.... TONY (shakes himself loose, turns on her) No! You know why she left, Mama? Not 'cause of me. 'Cause of you Me? TONY Yeah, it's you drove her nuts with your nagging and bitchin'. (interrupZ$) Nagging and bitchin'? I only demand a little respect and dignity in this house, is that why I am nagging and bitchin'? TONY (continuing) ...and you did the same thing to me. I wasn't this, I wasn't that -- never good enough for you. I never felt nothing from you, Mama -- nothing! (interrup=) . . . because I was putting food on the table, because I suffered for both of you.... TONY First time I ever needed you, where were you?. . . Where was I? TONY ...when I was in that Army jail in Cuba, rotting my ass off, not once. I hadda come out into the fuckin' streets to find out my mother and my sister are gone from my house, they left the country not one word, one letter, that's right.- Where wereyou? CONTINUED #02154 157-A Rev. 12/16/82 217 CONTINUED - 2 217 ( interrupzg ) You ! ..sin verguenza. From the time (X) you were five, you gave me heartbreak and humiliation and shame.... TONY That's right! That's right. What did you expect!,., (interrupFg) .that's what you brought into this i&use. If I were to listen to you, you would convert my house into your gangster headquarters.... TONY .What do you expect now? To be You got no love in you, Mama. iAed:, What do you think Papi left for? And (Xl Gina? At least I didn't walk around with my head hanging down between my legs my whole fuckin' life. Like Papi -- like the way you made Papi feel. I made something outta my life. I'm somebody and I'm proud of it. (interrup=) Somebody? You're proud? You're a (Xl (Escoria!) nothing. You're an animal! Tony storms out of the door as Mama pursues. God help me, what have I done to you? You were a beautiful baby. I used to watch you sleep. So beautiful. How? How, Dies Santo, did you become such (Xl a monster, such an ugly little monster.... Tony slams the door, we hold a beat on her face -- as As she had finally answered her own questions. if EXT. MOTHER'S HOUSE 218 218 Tony stomps into his white Corniche, Ernie discreetly closing the door and getting in with Chi-Chi as Mama rips open her door in b.g. and stands there staring from the doorway -- weeping and staring across the dark. Tony takes a strong hit of coke. The car Whistles off. CUT TO #02X4 157-B 2nd Rev. 11/X/82 .a-. 219 EXT. HOUSE - COCONUT GROVE - THAT NIGHT 21' Tony in the backseat of the Corniche with Chi-Chi studies the house from across the curb. It's quiet, rich, suburban, not calling attention to itself. CONTINUED #00766 158 219 CONTINUED 21 Tony, seething, snorts another line of coke laid out on the crystal bar dividing the backseat, and rewed, goes. TONY (to Chi-Chi) Wait here. He approaches the front door, listening, the hand sliding into his pocket. Inside a wistful Billy Joel song plays over the stereo. He rings a buzzer, waits. the pause. The door opens casually. Standing there Hold is Manny -- with a towel around his waist. (surprised) Tony? .- Tony stares, stunned. Gina now comes into view behind Manny -- in a bathrobe, a big smile of welcome for her brother. GINA Tony! (eyes suddenly moving downward in alarm) Tony with his Baretta pointed at Max-my, his expression filled with loathing. Manny smiles easily and shrugs, the gesture drawing Tony over the edge. Hey Tony, c'mon we was.... The gun fires. GINA Tony! No! Tony fires a second time. Manny slowly slumps downward against the doorjamb, eyes on Tow, terribly surprised. Tony holds the gun, staring down, separated from himself. Manny lies at his feet, dead. CONTINUED #OCj766 159 219 CONTINUED - 2 2: GINA Manny! She goes down to her knees, stunned out of her mind, shakes him. GINA Manny! She looks UP, insanely, at Tony, her eyes huge with disbelief. GINA You killed him? Shaking her head at him incredulously. GINA We got married just yesterday. We were gonna surprise you. Tony stands there, doubly stunned by the news. GINA Manolo, oh Manolo, what'd he do?.. What'd he do? She hugs his corpse tightly to her breast and makes horrible strangled sounds with her throat. somebody's seen the Chi-Chi hurrying up to Tony, worried shooting. Ernie follows. CHI-CHI come on. We gotta get out of Tony, here. (to Gina) Come on baby...Gina! Suddenly she goes berserk. GINA Noooooooooooo! And shoving Chi-Chi aside, launches herself on Tony, screaming incoherently like a madwoman, trying to kill him. She beats him around the head, the chest, scratches furrows of flesh from his face. He stands there, oblivious, numbed. Chi-Chi and Ernie have a demon on their hands. They manage . at last to yank her off Tony, kicking and continuing to scream. #00766 160 220 EXT. NANNY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 22 Lights coming on in the houses around the neighborhood. Chi-Chi and Ernie, desperate now, drag her forcefully along the pavement into the Corniche. She continues to scream. ERNIE (to Chi-Chi) Get the body! Tony, back at the door, looks down again. The eyes of Manolo staring sightlessly. Chi-Chi runs back, grabs Tony. CHI-MI Tony! Pulls him. Tony snaps out of it. TONY Yeah! He goes. Chi-Chi lifting Nanny's body, hauling it. Tony getting into the Corniche, Ernie pinning Gina against the front seat. Chi-Chi propping MaMy into the driver's seat with him. The car roars away. The camera closing on Gina as she looks through the glass partition of the Corniche, .at the slumped head of MaMy in f.g. I the music surging unexorably. GINA' MaMy!..Manny! No! CUT TO - 22: MIAMI STREETS - NIGHT 221 The white Corniche whistles by like a hearse heading for hell. 22; 222 EXT. TONY'S MANSION GROUNDS - THAT NIGHT It goes roaring by the front gate and up the driveway, gravel flying. The camera curving to reveal two sedans inching up the shadowed street, towards us, their lights out. T h e cars Eight men emerge silently, blending into the shadows. .__ -. stop. of the trees. #02154 161 R e v . l/18/83 223 INT. TONY'S MANSION - NIGHT 22 Tony, scratchesacross his face, strides through the front door into the marble foyer. Another Marielito is waiting (X for them at the door. Ernie and Chi-Chi are almost carrying Gina, who is numb with shock. CHI-.cHI What do we do with her Tony? TONY Do what? Where? Put her upstairs. Put her in my bedroom. (to Gina) It'll be all right, pussycat, you'll see everything'11 be okay, I'll take care of you.... She looks up at him through her stupor and spits in his face. Chi-Chi and Ernie pull her away -- as Tony stares, (Xl They trundle her up the stairs. Tony upset but passive. turns and walks away. 224 224 INT. TONY'S OFFICE - NIGHT . A haze of coke rises off the 'Tony slumps on -his couch. velvet like a snow scene painting on a Christmas card. Oblivious to the dust, he cuts open a fresh plastic kilo 'bag of coke and spreads the entire pound out across the black marble coffee table. Ernie and Chi-Chi come in. (X) CHI-CHI (Xl We got some pills into her, she's cooling down. Tony pays no attention, Ernie and Chi-Chi noticing the pile (Xl of coke. Flashing his silver tooter, Tony snorts a truly giant amount in a large pendular swing of his elbow across the length of coffee table. Pause as he lets it sink in. CHI-CHI (worried) Boss, what we gonna do now? TONY Do? We're gonna war that's what we We go&Z-eat Sosa for gonna do. .. breakfast. We're gonna close that fucker down. CONTINUED #02154 162 Rev. l/18/8; ,+- . 224 CONTINUED 224 Ernie and Chi-Chi sharing a look. (Xl CHI-CHI (Xl (eyeing the coke) Hey Tony, why don't you go easy on that stuff, hunh? Tony looks up at him, focuses. The eyes are uncompromising. Ernie, a little scared of him now, turns away. Chi-Chi (X) follows. Tony starts on another trek along the coffee table. CUT TO 225 EXT. TONY'S MANSION GROUNDS - LATER THAT NIGHT 225 The Bengal tiger paces his spot, restless. A monsoon-like wind blows through the trees on the estate. The monkeys listen quietly. The f lamingoes flutter. . . . Then there's a burst of loud music from the stereo speakers on the balcony -- a Billy Joel song, something smooth and easy about the high times and how fast they go... see Tony, in long shot, throw open the terrace . . . and we doors and stagger out onto the balcony, overlooking his estate. ...On a closer angle, we track him to the edge of the balustrade. He's done so much coke now he's practically catatonic; staggering and muttering to himself. TONY (insensate) . . . Jesus fuckin' Christ whatsa matter with me, get a hold of y'self now these cocksuckers gonna run over you let 'em try I bury the cocksuckers.... His point of view -- panning his estate. The dark emptiness The wind rustling the treetops. Tony echoes back at him. shaking his head at himself, He starts to cry! CONTINUED #02154 163 Rev. l/18/83 225 CONTINUED 22 TONY ...Ooooh fuck Manny, how the fuck did I do that? How the fuck!..oh Manny, Manny.. .you were there for me, you were the one, Manny, you understood, always understood... well what the hell happened, hunh? What the hell happened to us?... In far b-g. now, behind Tony, on the video monitors in his office we see: The main gate and guard shack -- a Marielito crosses into (X view, checks the gate, turns. Suddenly two figures spring out at him. One of them garrotting the Marielito. He struggles. Another monitor now reveals two more figures moving into the interior of the guard shack. They knife the other Marielito A third monitor. carries another image of shadows moving through the trees on the estate. On the balcony, Tony is oblivious to it all, spent, almost incoherent. TONY ...I said to you, Manny, I said I never go crazy and you said, I would you sonofabitch and you was right... those were the good days hunh, we was crazy back in those days, we'd do anything, you and me, we was on the way up, nobody nothing coulda stopped us cause we were the best hunh -- the fucking best.... As Tony turns and starts back through the terrace doors into his study, the camera glides around to a view of a hook flying up and catching the balustrade. A shadow starts climbing up as: TONY ...we still are Manny, we still are -- see, I'm gonna wipe out all them fuckers out there, I'm gonna run the market, I'm gonna be King Cocaine you hear me, you buy you buy from me -- Tony Montana. Covers of all the magazines. Fan mail. Television stars, movie stars, shooting stars -- he's a star.... #02154 164 Rev. X/21/82 (Xl 226 INT. TONY'S MANSION - OFFICE 226 As he crosses into his office, the camera moves to reveal Gina standing there half-dressed in the doorway, her eyes blazing with hatred. Tony sees her. She steps forward, offering her body almost naked to her brother. GINA Is this what you want Tony?... Tony shocked. GINA You can't stand another man touching me. So you want me Tony, is that it? Well here I am 0-T She fires the Baretta we now see in her hand. The bullet grazes Tony in the leg, snapping him from his catatonia as he goes reeling across the floor behind his desk. She fires again. Again. GINA I'm all yours Tony, I'm all yours now. Bullets ripping into the desk. She advances, offering her sex, methodically shooting out the clip at rhythmic intervals. GINA Come and get me Tony. Before it's too late. He spins across the run away from the desk, trying to put distance between them. She sees him scurrying,. turns, an expression like a demented angel. . GINA Come on Tony, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Advancing on him, firing. The furniture tearing up, the chair spilling, television sets and computer toys shattering, Tony squirming away, hit again in the thigh, shocked, scrambling over to the terrace windows. Her next shot shatters the window and as Tony ducks again to the side, we see outside onto the terrace behind him: .- CONTINUED #02154 165 R e v . l/18/83 CONTINUED 226 22 A young Columbian punk no more than twenty -- one of the hitters -- is crouched there, reacting to the broken window. He doesn't hesitate, turning his machine gun on Gina. Gina is torn to pieces by the firepower -- blown across the room, spine severed and dead before she hits the floor. Tony sees it, yells something, in the same instant swivels to knock the barrel of the machine gun aside. The punk is taken by surprise, not having seen Tony, and Tony now runs him backwards across the balcony and hurls him over the balustrade. The punk lands in one of the shallow pools on the grounds at the base of the balcony. Tony, from above, grabs up the punk's machine gun and empties the whole clip into the figure thrashing in the pool below. Ernie runs into view on the far side of the pool, spots (X yells up --- Tony, (X ERNIE Get outta Tony, they're everywhere! here! Ernie suddenly wheels, hit in the face, by a burst of (X silencer bullets. We catch a brief glimpse of Sosa's black aide, the Skull, moving quickly along the wall of the house -- directly underneath the balcony on which Tony stands. Tony, tossing the empty machine gun aside, wildly runs back into his office to get more guns, crosses to Gina corpse. It takes him by surprise. He comes to a dead stop, kneels, looking questioningly in her face. TONY (gently) Hey Gina come on, you still angry at me? I didn't mean to kill Manny, I was.. .I was. Running his hands along her face, trying to rouse her, gently lifting her eyelids. Blood's running out of her mouth in rivers. CONTINUED #02154 166 Rev. 12/21/82 226 c0NT1NmD - 2 22f TONY tx: Come on Gina, get off the floor. You're all dirty now, you need a bath.. .Mami's gonna be angry baby -- ooh is she gonna be mad at me!.. Come on open your eyes my baby, open your eyes.. -give me a smile. There's been a steady pounding and calling now on the door (X: of the office. Tony finally hears it, looks up, then over at the monitors. One of them reveals Chi-Chi standing there outside the door pounding it. CHI-CHI Boss ! Hey boss. Open up! On the monitor we see Chi-Chi suddenly spin and open fire down into the foyer. Return fire decimates him. A grenade goes off, blows him up against the door. TONY Cheeee! He now seems to come out of his catatonia, runs to his sideboard, hauls out a rocket shoulder-fired rocket launcher and straps an Uzi across his shoulder. He looks up at the monitor. On the monitors, the hitters are now darting across the foyer and coming up the left and right hand stairs. Three of them are already huddled outside the door, around the corpse of Chi-Chi, motioning to-each other, laying a grenade at the base of the door to blow it out. Tony loading his rocket, ihtends to beat them to the punch, talking to himself. TONY So you wanna play hunh, say hello (XI to my little friend here. Karroooomph! The rocket tears down the door and blows the Columbian It sounds like punks off the landing into the foyer. Armageddon, one of the hitters screaming, smoke billowing wildly. Tony, at the height of his mad glory, steps out at the apex of the stairs, firing his machine gun and yelling. CONTINUED #02X4 166-A Rev. 12/21/82 226 c0NT1NuED- 3 226 TONY Whores! Cowards! You think you (X) can kill me with lousy bullets hunh? He CONTINUED #02154 167 Rev 11/26/82 (X) 226 CONTINUED - 3 f- 22 Another hitter tumbles down the right-hand stair. TONY Who you think I am? I kill all you fuckin' assholes. I take you all to fuckin' hell! Left. Right Another hitter drops, screaming, off the stairs into the pool below. A grenade goes off. Tony is hit again, but keeps on firing away. Laughing like a madman. TONY You need an army you hear! An army to kill me! Behind him we see the remainder of the pound of cocaine go up in a burst of wind, whipping around the office in auras of white. It is a ghostly effect out of which now appears the face of the Skull moving from the terrace towards _ Tony's back with a sawed-off shotgun. TONY Ha ha ha ha ha! You whores, you scum, I piss in your faces !!!! Ha ha ha ha ha!! Skull, now inches from Tony's back, pulls the trigger The and blows Tony's spine out his belly. Tony crashes forward over the bannister into the interior swimming pool below. He floats quietly face down in the lit blue waters. As the titles begin their crawl up, the music theme is expressive salsa with a dash of gaiety. The camera moving off Tony to catch the reflection of the lit sculpture on the surface of the still waters. It says: "THE WORLD IS YOURS" And so, for the brief moment, it was. CONTINUED #02154 168 Rev. 31/26/82 ,/-P. c 226 CONTINUED - 4 22E Our camera now distancing itself from the body in the pool, panning past the dream villa, past the shambles and the wealth, past the hitters pillaging and looting and drawing that obscene word "Chivato" in blood on the outside walls, past the stacks of cash blowing across the floor like leaves in autumn, with the looters running after it across the busted door with the tropic wind blowing down Coconut Grove -- to the Miami skyline across Biscayne Bay THEEND