Pages four through nine.

While the next scene is similar to the previous script, I’ve made some changes to it. The main change is Jimmy becoming violent. Other than his commands, he isn’t violent in the other draft. I wanted him to be a more dangerous antagonist so I’m adding that edge to him.

I’ve also created this new character, Saul, that I like a lot. I may try to figure out a way for him to become involved later.

(pages 4-9)

INT. RESTAURANT – AFTERNOON

A large restaurant in downtown Greektown in Detroit, Michigan. It has
three levels that uses a marble slabbed staircase to get up each level.

The first level, other than two small booths directly across from the entrance, is mostly composed of large booths to host larger parties.

At one of the large booths, ALWAYS near the entrance for Jimmy, is JIMMY DIMITRIOS, 56 with four of his other cronies: ANGELO, NICKOLAS, LARRY & GUS. The five are fixed in after-dinner conversation.

ANGELO
…she’s the fucking nastiest bitch I’ve ever seen at a strip club. I thought that sign “one ugly one” was fake just to make you laugh. I had no idea they actually went out and fucking found an ugly one. And I know it’s Saul. I look over at him and he’s got this shit eating grin on his face and I’m thinking to myself, “I am going to kill this motherfucker.”

The table laughs.

ANGELO
I’m fucking serious. I thought I was going to take that motherfucker out into the parking lot and kill him.

LARRY
Speaking of Saul, where has he been?

GUS
I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him. He hasn’t been to church in a while either.

ANGELO
I hope he’s dead.

LARRY
Hey! That’s not nice to…

JIMMY
(interrupting)
Speak of the devil!

A well dressed old man, SAUL, 71, is fighting with the door of the entrance and the door is winning. The CASHIER runs over to give Saul a hand opening the door. Saul is using a cane and limps through the door using it.

SAUL
(to the Cashier)
God damn! Why do you make the doors so hard to open? You don’t want any customers?

CASHIER
I’m sorry, sir.

JIMMY
(yelling over the restaurant)
SAUL! Never mind the door and get over here.

Jimmy uses his arm to motion him over.

Saul limps over.

SAUL
I swear to God, if I come back and those doors are still there, I’m never coming back!

JIMMY
The doors have been there for fifty years and they’re not going anywhere. Where the fuck have you been?

Saul has a seat at the booth.

SAUL
I just got out of the hospital. My wife ran me over.

ANGELO
What?

SAUL
What, are you deaf? I SAID MY WIFE RAN ME OVER!

ANGELO
Okay, Saul, quit being a prick.

Saul puts his hand to his ear.

SAUL
(acting deaf)
YOU WANT MY PRICK? I knew when you wouldn’t fuck that stripper you were a queer.

The table erupts in laughter.

LARRY
Okay, okay, enough of the bullshit. Why did your wife try to run you over?

SAUL
Eeeeh, she found out about my mistress.

LARRY
You’re mistress? Saul, you’re seventy years old!

SAUL
So? That doesn’t mean I don’t have a dick.

Again the table laughs.

SAUL
I still want to fuck. And if the ball and chain isn’t going to do her job, I’m going to find someone that will.

While Saul was in his conversation a well-dressed handsome man, MARTIN VAKALIS, 42, strolls over to the table and leans into Jimmy’s ear and whispers something.

JIMMY
Excuse me gentlemen, I have some business to take care of.

As Jimmy and Martin walk away from the table we hear Saul in the background:

SAUL
Who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?

JIMMY
That fucking Saul is something else. Where did you find him?

MARTIN
He was staying with a girlfriend.

Jimmy leads Martin towards the back of the restaurant and into the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS

Jimmy and Martin continue the conversation into the kitchen.

JIMMY
How did you find his girlfriend’s location?

MARTIN
His wife told us.

JIMMY
No shit? Another husband fucking his wife over.

The sounds of banging pots and pans, food sizzling and cooks shouting goes unnoticed by Jimmy and Martin as they make their way through it to a pair of steps that lead into the basement.

INT. BASEMENT – CONTINUOUS

The basement is dark and dingy with cheap wood shelves built to store the restaurant’s supplies. There are small puddles of water in the basement.

Jimmy and Martin descend the steps into the basement. They walk through the basement to a door in the back.

Martin knocks.

PERRY KONSTINTINA, 48, a very large man, opens a sliver of the door and peers out. He see’s that it’s Martin and he opens the door.
Martin and Jimmy walk in.

INT. JIMMY’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS

DINO SISTANI, 45, is sitting in a chair across from a desk.

JIMMY
I never thought I’d have to chase you down, Dino.

Jimmy sits on the desk right across from Dino within striking distance.

DINO
I’m sorry, Jimmy, I’m sorry. Look, man, I got in over my head. I was double-crossed. I had a buyer lined up and on the way…

JIMMY
(interrupts)
Dino, I don’t want the labor pains. Just deliver the baby.

DINO
What?

JIMMY
Aren’t women expensive?

DINO
What? Yeah, sure. I guess so.

JIMMY
You guess so? Didn’t Martin find you with your girlfriend, cheating on
your wife?

DINO
Yeah.

JIMMY
I have a wife. She’s expensive. Always with the shoes. So here I am, with a wife that I can barely afford, loaning you money. And you have a wife AND a girlfriend and you’re borrowing money from me.

There’s a several second pause in the room.

DINO
I don’t know what you want me to say Jimmy?

JIMMY
I want you to say you have my fucking money!

DINO
But I don’t have the money.

JIMMY
Then where is it?

DINO
I don’t kn….

Before Dino can finish, Jimmy has impaled him in the thigh with a letter opener from his desk.

DINO
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Perry double checks the door to make sure it is closed.

Dino looks the letter opener protruding from his leg. There’s blood everywhere and he’s afraid to touch it. He’s sweating profusely.

DINO
Jesus Christ, why?

JIMMY
(ignoring him)
So I guess we have a dilemma. I guess, since you spent all my money on your girlfriend, I’ll have to have a girlfriend myself. Martin, go get me a girlfriend.

MARTIN
Yes, sir.

DINO
Jimmy, don’t please. She has nothing to do with it.

JIMMY
Give me my money back and I’ll give you your girlfriend back.
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