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#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.

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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       .

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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

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    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

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     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

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     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

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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

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                                            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

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     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

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    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

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                                                                             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

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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

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                                                                             (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

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     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.

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,.--   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

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               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.
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     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.

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       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.

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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
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:   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.
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      28   CONTINUED
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                                       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.   .
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                 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?
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          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

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                        (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

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                               TONY
               I'm scared.

                      (relieved)
               Tony you're pushin' your luck.

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                                                                  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.

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       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
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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?
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        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....
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     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

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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.     ..
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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.
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                                    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.

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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?
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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

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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.
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     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.
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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.
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    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.

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     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.
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                                                                             (Xl
                 Just    the   flesh.    Went   right   through.
                                    LOPEZ                                    (Xl
                           (heading for
                          the bar)
                 Yeah,   Omar here tells me        good   thing
                 about   you boys.

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     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.
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                                                                                                   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.

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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.

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                                          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
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     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.
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          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.
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          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

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                                     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.
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     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

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     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.

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     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?

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                                                 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.

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                                      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.

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         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.
.~
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         64                                                                                 64
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         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:      *@Will 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?'        '


                                                    ,.

.         .
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                                                       .                                          .



                                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.

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    -        .   .




                     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
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                                      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.

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      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.

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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.

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                                          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!
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     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....'
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     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.
--

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     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 !

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                                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....
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70                                                                       70
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     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,
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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.
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      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.

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     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.
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     thru                                                                                      thru
     85                                                                                         85
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     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.

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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.
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89    CONTINUED
                                                                89
and
                                                                and
90    She steps out in a Pucci summer dreds, looks around. He
                                                                90
      points.

                                     TONY
                  Over   there....

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     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.
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                                 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?

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                                     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?
..
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                                      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?
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                                    (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.

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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.

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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. .
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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....
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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.

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    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
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     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.

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            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.
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            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
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                                               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.

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               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.

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 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
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                                        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.

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            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
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          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.
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          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?
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      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?

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                                      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!
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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,

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      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.
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      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.

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                                  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
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               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.
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      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?
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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.

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 106    INT. BABYLON CLUB - CORNER TABLE - TONY AND MEL
        in a corner of theeBabylon              -- talking.                          (X

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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.

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.                                                                                              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?
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                                                   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.
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                                  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.
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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.

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      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!
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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.
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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?
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      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....

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      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...
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      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.
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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?

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               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.

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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....'
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          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.
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./- .
                                          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?
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      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!
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                                -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.
  .- _--
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                                                       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
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                                     (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.
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     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.
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                 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!"
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                                                                                                        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.

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      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.
       ..*
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                                                                                                       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.
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             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
-.




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                                         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.
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                                   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.
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                                                                                       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!

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thru   OMITTED                                                                        thru
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       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,

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                                                             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."
`. .   .
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     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.
--
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                                                                        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




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                                        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.

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                                                             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....
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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     .

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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.
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                                               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
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      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?

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                                      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.
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                                           (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!

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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.   .
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      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.
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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....
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     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!
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                                   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.

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                                                                                             (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.

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     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




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               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?
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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.

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               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?
     ..
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    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

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      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?
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/
     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.
..
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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.

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        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.

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                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!
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      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,

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        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.

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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    .

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     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.

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                                                                         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

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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

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        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.

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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.

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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            .

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        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

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      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.
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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....
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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?
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           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

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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.

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        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

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     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

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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


Scarface



Writers :   Oliver Stone
Genres :   Action  Crime  Drama


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